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WHAT IS THIS DARKNESS
ENVELOPING ME? JEAN RACINE

You got up early again, didn't you?

Yes.

You don't mind your mom
staying up late, do you?

What time did Mrs. Rouquin
put you to bed?

I don't know.

Dad's up.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

What's the matter? Are you sick?

Hey.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Sit down.

-Mom, I'm scared.
-Sit down.

Mom, it hurts! Mom!

Mrs. Roy!

What's wrong, Mrs. Régnier?

What happened?

We have to go to the hospital.
Michel's hurt.

No...

I'll take you, ma'am.

Henri...

Charles isn't doing well either.
He threw himself on us!

Take the keys.

You take them to the hospital.
I'll go to the police.

I'll let the office know
I'll be late.

Calm down, Mrs. Régnier. Calm down.

THE BREACH

BASED ON CHARLOTTE ARMSTRONG'S
THE BALLOON MAN

A CLAUDE CHABROL FILM

Mrs. Régnier,
we don't want to be here.

Did you hit him
because he was trying to beat you?

No. I did it for Michel.

He sent him flying.

Is the child seriously injured?

I don't know yet.

Did you argue
with your husband often?

Did you have problems?

No.

What does your husband do for work?

He writes.

He wants to be a writer.

Yeah.

So, he doesn't have a real job.

Yes, he does.

And you work outside the home.

Yes.

You're a bartender
at the Bar des Amis.

Yes.

Lots of women let their husbands
continue their studies.

You work at night?

Yes.

I want to raise my son myself.

-Mrs. Régnier?
-Yes.

Your son has a broken leg
and a minor head injury.

Oh.

Don't worry, it's not serious.

He's resting.

You can see him later.

Take this. It will do you good.

What is it?

Take it.

We don't have long to go.

How is Charles?

He's fine.

Where is he?

I think his father took him
to his parents' house.

I understand.

Is he Mr. Ludovic Régnier,
the industrialist?

You have a very rich father-in-law,
ma'am.

I don't want him
to take Michel with him.

Oh!

I can't work in an office.

Do you know
why your husband attacked you?

No.

Was what happened to the child
an accident?

-No.
-Are you filing a complaint, ma'am?

I can't allow him to have contact
with Michel.

He went crazy.

I don't know. He went crazy.

If your testimony proves accurate,

-you have the right to--
-Yes, I know I have the right!

I'm begging you.
I'm going to divorce him, but...

leave me alone right now...

Excuse us.

Mrs. Régnier,
I'll take you back if you want.

Ms. Roy,

it was so nice of you to wait,

but I want to stay

to be here when Michel wakes up

and explain what happened to him.

I don't know how to thank you
for what you've done.

Don't mention it.

Do you know any divorce lawyers?

What? You want to...

Take your time to decide.

It's very important.

-You're still upset.
-Please...

give me the address of a lawyer.

God. There's the one
who did my husband's divorce.

This is his second marriage,
you know.

Great.

Mrs. Régnier?

If you want to see your child...

Oh, yes.

I talked to Michel's doctor.

I'll have him moved to a single room.

No.

He needs to have people around him.

He'll have everything he needs.

No.

He needs other children.

-I'll pay for it.
-No.

I'll take care of him.

He's my son.

He's Charles' son,

and that marriage no longer exists.

That'll be true
as soon as I see a lawyer.

Listen, Hélène,

I would advise you...

Charles will never be able
to hurt Michel

-or me again!
-You're lying!

Who hit Charles? Who hurt him?

Me.

A senseless marriage.

If you care, Charles is at our house.

I know.

He's being well cared for.

I came to warn you
that he won't be coming home.

I'll notify the landlord that Charles
will no longer be paying the rent.

Our lawyers will divide the assets.

Half the house,
half the car, half the furniture.

Whatever you want.

If you have
a financial arrangement...

I want what is legally mine!

And I'm going to get it.

We will see to it that
Michel wants for nothing.

Certainly not!

What?

I have been supporting

my husband and my son,

and I'm the one who pays
the grocery bills and the rent.

That was your choice.

Are you going to keep working
as a bartender or whatever?

Or are you going
to be an exotic dancer again?

I'm too old to be a dancer.
They don't want me anymore.

You think that's a life for a child?

When Michel recovers,
we'll go to Paris.

You won't take him away from here.
You won't be allowed to!

You tore down my son,

but you won't demolish my son's son!

I shouldn't have laughed.

Are you Ms. Lagache?

No.

Sorry, ma'am,

do you know a place near here

where I can rent a room?

A small, cheap room.

Oh, I don't know!

Because I can't go home.

My son's here.

Yes, I understand.

And I'm very tired.

What's wrong with her?

She wants to find a room near here.

Poor thing.

Close but not too expensive.

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

We doped you up a little too much
this morning.

This is the result.

What about a small family inn?

I'm sure Mrs. Pinelli will have
a room.

Where?

Across the street.
Couldn't be closer.

And I live there,
so it must be cheap.

Come on, lean on me,
and we'll go.

You're Mrs. Régnier?
I'm Doctor Blanchard.

Come on. Left foot,

right foot,

and try to stand up straight.

This is a serious house.
Separate rooms for men and women.

That's right!

Each in their own corner.

Are you feeling better? Oh, yes.

Let's go!

To an inn with three old ladies

who play cards all the time.
They're very funny.

Don't worry about your son.
He'll be fine.

This is it.

-Are you feeling better?
-Yes.

THE OLD FOUNTAIN
BREAD AND BREAKFAST

We need to talk to Mrs. Pinelli

to see if there's a room available.

Élise, call your mom for us.

Call your mom.

She's a bit slow, but she's nice.

Ah! Mrs. Pinelli.

This woman

is looking for a room to rent.

OK.

Hello, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Régnier.

My little boy
is in the hospital across the street,

and I'm looking for a room

so I won't be too far away
from him.

OK.

Well, excuse me. Bye.

Are you a friend of Dr. Blanchard?

Sorry?

Are you a friend of the doctor?

Oh, no, not at all.

No,
he was just kind enough to give me

your address, that's all.

Oh, OK. This way.

This is the only room I have left.

It used to be the veranda,

but it's very airy.

Here it is.

This is all I have.

But it's a very livable room.

Oh, it's fine. It's not too...

How much does it cost?

10,000 a week,
but you get breakfast.

I don't serve dinner or lunch.

The bathroom's in the hallway.

How long do you want the room for?

Oh, I don't know.
It depends on my son...

because I'm here for him.

Do I have
to pay you a week in advance?

Yes.

I'll go get my stuff.

We...
We were in a rush this morning.

Thank you.

Then I'd like to rest.

The room is for one person.

I don't allow men
to stay on the first floor,

and women aren't allowed to go up.

This is a proper house.

I understand.

You have a lock on the inside,

but there's no key.

Everyone's honest here.

But I'm not responsible
for valuables.

Don't worry about it.

-That's fine.
-OK.

It's OK.

It'll be OK.

And the husband?

I can't tell you more than I know!

I bet we'll be seeing more
of Dr. Blanchard.

It won't last long.

The husband will come get her.
Or the boyfriend.

-Or both!
-Or an ambulance!

I just rented the veranda.

Oh well, that's great.

I'll take anyone...

while we can.

What will become of us,
Henri?

Don't worry, it'll get better.

They won't demolish this place
until September.

The young woman seems nice.

Thank you.

And how old is the child?

Four.

Yes, normally, he would be entrusted
to the mother.

Oh my God!

Nothing about this situation
is normal.

Here's what I want to know.

In the eyes of the law,
what constitutes an unfit mother?

Proving that a mother

is unfit is very tricky.

How do you do it?

If she's crazy

but not just a little crazy.
Completely crazy.

Thank you.

If she's a criminal,
if she's killed someone,

if she's a known alcoholic,

or if he or she has
an incurable disease.

What about immorality?

Amorality.

Oh! It has to be a lot.

A lot.

And vulgarity? What about that?

Lack of discipline.

The inability to provide the child
with adequate comfort.

Your son is responsible
for his material comfort.

OK. You want this divorce,

and you don't want this woman
to raise the child.

Does your son know about this?

But of course.

Why isn't he here?

He's sick.

He's injured.

She hurt him.

They fought.

Ever since they got married,

she's been trying to destroy him.

The child was injured in the fight.

What if I brought proof?

-Of what?
-The truth!

That woman isn't going
to destroy my son's life

and just walk away with the child!

The kid is a nervous wreck!

Let them come to an agreement.

Oh, no!

Right!

I don't want him to see her!

My son was injured.

Everything that belongs to them
must go to him.

-That's impossible.
-Listen to me.

As soon
as the legal issue is settled,

Emilie and I
will take care of the child.

No endless trials, none of that!

If I have to find proof,
I'll find it!

Don't waste your money, Mr. Régnier.

It's not worth it.

Goodbye, dear lady.

Do whatever it takes, please.

Thank you.

Too much visible hostility
will backfire

and put the judge
on the mother's side.

It's perfectly clear that

neither you nor your wife
ever agreed to this marriage.

Get a hold of yourself.

The judicial system

often has a prejudice against money.

Thank you for your advice.

Old fart!

I'm going up to see Charles.

Come with me. Don't leave me alone.

-She won't win, will she?
-Oh, no! No, she won't.

And you haven't seen him
since he's been with his parents?

No.

Well, let's get down to business.

I'll accompany you home

so you can pack your bags.

I have 40...
I have 400 dollars saved.

Can I take it?

Is it your savings?

-Yes.
-Take it then.

Mrs. Roy probably didn't tell you,
but as for your fee...

Yes?

I don't know when I'll be able
to pay you.

Well, there's no hurry.

Don't worry yourself about that.

Well, let's go.

I don't have a car right now.

We can take the tram.

They never wanted us to marry.
They've always hated me!

I have no education.

When my mother died,
my father got sick,

so I dropped out of school.

We lived in Fontainebleau.

I had a friend who lived in Paris.

I had two or three jobs in sales,
then in an office.

I wanted to take dance classes.

I wasn't earning much.

Then I found a job as a nude dancer.

As a nude dancer?

Yes.

Oh, it didn't last very long.
It was too hard.

People don't know
what it's really like.

Then I met Charles.
We got married after three months.

It's funny.
He never told me about his family.

He didn't tell me his parents
were that rich...

like he was ashamed of it.

Ashamed?

Why would he be ashamed
of his wealth?

I don't know.

It was about him.

It depended on them.

Oh, that didn't last long.

When they heard about the wedding,
they went crazy.

They came to see us.

We lived on Rue de Seine.

Charles rented a small typewriter,

and we tried
to sell news pieces and articles

while I worked.

We didn't think it was awful at all.
But they...

We had a chair
that was a little torn.

His mother

looked at the hole as if rats
were going to come out of it.

I mended it.

Then, they learned
that I had been a dancer.

They didn't like that?

Oh, no. They wanted us
to get a divorce.

It went on for three years.

We didn't have a lot of money,
but we were happy.

You loved each other.

Well, yes.

And then I got pregnant.

Charles was happy.

He had even found a job
at a men's store.

Then he got sick.

He said it was anxiety. I don't know.

And all his friends told him

that it was stupid to have children.

So he wrote to his parents.

There was no other choice.

He was sick. He couldn't work.

I was about to give birth
at any moment.

They sent some convoluted letters

and some tickets.

That's when we came here.

We lived with them in the big house.

Charles, he had three doctors
taking care of him.

I was there with my big belly.

They said they were happy, but...

Then Michel was born.

They took him.
They took care of him.

He had a nanny
who knew how to feed him,

how to change him,
how to dress him, everything.

They tried to be nice,

but they couldn't manage it.

When I tried to hold Michel,

they would say, "Be careful!"

He did cry.

You think I should have

-just let the nanny do it, right?
-Oh, no.

That's not your style.

No.

I realized that it wasn't working
for Charles.

He wasn't working.

He would leave
and come back looking strange.

Is that when he started using drugs?

Yes.

I wasn't mad at him.
He told me he had problems.

But I knew I had to get out.

I felt like I had fallen into a trap.

So, one day, I took Michel
in my arms and left.

And Charles ran after me.
He came with me,

and he stayed...

because he loved me.

Yes.

You were brave.

I didn't have the strength
not to do it.

We thought it was going to work out.

But it got worse
without me realizing it...

or I didn't want to realize it.

You see, his parents had told him
so much about me.

And he would go back.

He started using drugs again.

That's what drove him crazy.

Charles is nice.

He's not a bully.

He loved Michel very much.
He would never have touched him.

Yes, but...

I don't think there's any way
he can be entrusted with the child.

But they have so much money.

Mr. Thomas is here.

Send him in.

My dear Paul,

I'm happy to see you again.

So am I, sir.

Have a seat.

I'll tell you
why I asked you to come.

My dear Paul, I learned with regret

that your business isn't doing well.

Yes, well, I've had
a few minor issues.

That's what I meant.

I'm very sad to hear that

because I loved your father
very much,

and you too, for that matter.

Don't exaggerate.

No, listen to me.

We were unlucky in business together,

but I did a lot to make sure
it wouldn't end badly

for him.

I don't feel any guilt

about it,

but I want to honor his memory
by doing something for his son.

I must admit that you interest me.

I know you're interested in me.
You don't have a dime left.

-I've made some inquiries about you.
-I imagined as much.

I would like you to do something
for me.

As compensation, if all goes well,

I wondered if you would like
to come back to the business.

Come back? As what?

As a director.

It's tempting! What do I have to do,
kill someone?

I'll do it,
especially if he's a bastard.

I'm simply looking
for evidence against someone

for whom virtue is not important,

to put it mildly.

Just one piece of proof? That's it?

I won't have to create anything?

-Certainly not.
-Not even

invent some fact

or coincidence
or something like that?

-You live alone, Paul?
-Yeah.

Hardened bachelor.

Nobody in the circuit?

I don't know how much about it.

Come on. Tell me what you want.

I want my grandson.

OK! But there's one thing
I'd like to clarify.

Suppose I search everywhere
and there's nothing to find?

I'll get nothing.

You'll find something.

All I want is to find it

and convince the judge

to give me the child.

That is what I want.

In exchange for what you've promised,

I'd do anything.

Perfect!

Of course,
I'll help you as much as I can.

And expenses?

I'm going to need money.

I imagine so.

Here.

I'll also give you
the names and addresses

of people my son and this woman
saw often.

Do you know her?

I saw her briefly at a party,

but I don't know her.

Come.

I'll show you
what she did with my son.

The knight bowed his head
and kissed the young queen's hand.

Then, bending down even more,
he fell at her feet.

Hi, old friend!

How nice to see you, Paul.

Mom used to read to me.

Yes, he still doesn't read very well.

And I like to read aloud.

You got yourself a funny shoulder.

It's nothing.

It's still very painful.

He can't lift himself up
without help.

But here,

he gets the best care available.

I'm sure.

Sonia, for God's sake!

Give me a minute!

What's wrong?

You know what old Régnier wanted?

To give me money.

-Are you crazy?
-Check it out.

He's the one who is crazy!

He offered me one of his businesses.

You told me he was a scumbag.

He's the scummiest of the scumbag.
He gave me a job.

Finding evidence on some bitch.

What for?

To take her kid away.
He's the old man's grandson.

-And if there's no evidence?
-There will be.

That's not very nice.

-Do you mind?
-Me? I don't care!

It's a dog eat dog world.

What are you going to do?

Well, try to guess.
Let's see how smart you are.

I'm not smart.

Listen to me.

Her first problem is money.

Yeah.

The old man cut her off.

She's not doing too well.

I'm going to make sure
she doesn't find any.

I have a list of people she knows.

A quick phone call and it's done.

I'll tell them the girl is a slut,

she drinks, she does drugs,

she has orgies,

that she'll sleep with anyone.

And I'll warn them that
the family won't cover her debts.

-Will people walk?
-Of course they will.

It'll give them an excuse
not to get their money out.

I'll go see her neighbors,
her employer,

and I'll sell them the same story.

I'm going to weave a big spider web.

A big spider web!

She'll be all alone.

And when you're alone,

that's when
you start to make mistakes.

To get through it,
she'll have to be strong.

Well,

what do you think?

Guess.

-So that's all you think about.
-Yeah!

Here's the boyfriend.

The lady from the office
is going to check in.

He looks too serious.

It must be the husband.

Good evening, ma'am.

I'm Alain Jourdan,
Mrs. Régnier's lawyer.

Oh?

Mrs. Régnier, if you need anything,

advice or anything else, call me.

If you don't mind,
I'll take this number.

It's 16 18 26.

Thank you. Good evening, ma'am.

Good evening.

Do you mind

if I come and sit with you
from time to time?

You have a great view
of everything that's going on here.

My little boy's
in the hospital across the street.

How's he doing?

Fine, but it's not very nice for him.

Did his dad come to see him?

-No.
-Is he in the hospital too?

No, Mrs.?

Marino, Mrs. Marino.

No, he's at his parents'
because I filed for divorce.

What game are you playing?

Tarot!

It's a policeman's game!

Do you play cards?

Oh, very badly.

Your cards look weird.

They're very pretty.

More beautiful
than ordinary cards, right?

-Well, have a nice evening.
-Good evening.

-She's young.
-She looks lost.

Oh! She'll get remarried!

Yes! It saddens me to say it,
but I agree with you.

You understand why I'm doing this.

Yes.

You're welcome, dear sir.

Goodbye.

Am I a smart guy or what?

You're a wonderful bastard, yes!

THE OLD FOUNTAIN
BREAD AND BREAKFAST

Good day, ladies and gentlemen.

Here's the bread.

Here, Doctor, would you like
some bread?

No, that's OK. I won't have time.

You're not scaring me away.
I'm just in a hurry.

Hello.

Good morning, ma'am.
Did you sleep well?

Very well, thank you.

Mr. Mostelle,

your toast is getting
longer and longer.

That's right.

I can't survive on his pills alone.

It's not my fault

if this country suffers
from a lack of creative development!

Believe me,
I'm the most saddened by it!

I haven't had the pleasure
of meeting you yet, dear lady.

The draconian regulation and,
I can say without acrimony,

outdated nature of the establishment
are the cause!

I'm Gérard Mostelle, actor,

or rather, if you will, tragedian.

In short, a dramatic artist.

Obvious from my dismay
at living in such a time.

I know your name, dear lady, and also

that your little boy is being treated
at our dear hospital.

I knew not because
of any divine or supernatural gift.

All I had to do was listen
to these three lovely people

whom I sometimes associate
with the ancient Fates

whose grace
and astonishing tenacity they share.

Good talker, bad character!

Don't believe that!

And allow me

to offer you this buttered toast.

Thank you.

The humility of this tribute
will hopefully prevent

the draconian moralist
who shelters us

from looking down at us
with her pretty eyes.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Please don't wake him up.

-How's he doing?
-As well as possible.

It's great
that he's still sleeping like that.

Come back to see him this afternoon.

OK.

-You're not hiding anything from me?
-Of course not.

We never hide bad news.

He's already played
with his neighbors.

Weren't you playing
with Michel before he went to sleep?

No one else came to see him?

His grandfather and grandmother.

Of course.

Excuse me,
aren't you Charles Régnier's wife?

Yes.

My name is Paul Thomas.

We met at a New Year's Eve party
in Paris.

It's been a while.

Don't you remember?

Me? No, I'm sorry, but...

It doesn't matter.

Charles and I used to play
cowboys and Indians.

I've known him forever.

How's he doing? How are you?

What are you doing here?

If you have a minute,
let's have a coffee,

I need someone to talk to.

-Would you mind?
-Sure.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me...

I'm not myself right now.

I should've asked you
what brought you here.

My little boy's in the hospital.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He's doing well today.

A ham sandwich and a coffee, please.

A coffee.

And a sandwich too, please.

-Ham?
-Yes, ham. I'm sorry.

Don't you remember me at all?

Hélène, isn't it?

Yes. I remember your name, yes.

I haven't seen Charles in a while.

How's he doing?

He lives with his parents,
because we're getting a divorce.

I see.

I'm sorry.

These things happen.

What's wrong with you?

No, nothing.

I've been...

I was operated on not long ago.
Here, upstairs.

I just got out.

I'm on leave.

Why not go straight home?

I have to tell someone.

They tell me they got everything,

but you know how they are. I'm...

I'm still undergoing treatment.

I have to come back every day.

Not very cheerful, huh?

You have to follow the treatment.

You'll be healed.

Maybe.

I no longer have the courage to live,
to resume my normal life.

What do you do for a living,
Mr. Thomas?

Various things.
But call me Paul, I beg you.

Where do you live?

Well, I left home,

so I'm living across the street
in a boarding house.

Do those old fogies accept men?

I promise I won't die there.

Oh my God! Excuse me,
I'm pitying myself. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I have to be practical...

if I have to come here

to this damn hospital
every other day.

But you have to come.

Just ask
if there are any rooms available.

OK? It's a bit old-fashioned,
but it's really cheap.

Oh! I have no reason
to save my money.

There I go again.

Do you need stamps for your letters?

-No.
-Are they going far?

-Yes.
-Please, allow me.

Don't bother!

There's a box at the exit.

I'll just be a second.

See how quick that was?

-Thank you.
-Don't make me laugh.

It's so good to see you.

In exchange for the stamps,
have dinner with me.

No. I don't think I can.

I don't think I should.
Thanks anyway.

OK. Another time then.

No.

Oh, please.

I wanted to offer you a dessert.
My treat.

You don't know how...

how happy I'm to have met you.

There I was, not knowing what to do,

and you came along.

So what's 15 bucks?

For me,

that's a lot, given my situation.

So, thank you.

Well, let's go.

You don't want to finish your coffee?

Yes.

What about your sandwich?

No.

I'm going to take it.

Where is your boarding house?

I'll show you.

It's on the right.

See, it's this way.

You won't miss it.
It has a big fence.

I'm not going to go with you because
it will make things more difficult.

The boss is a little bit...

you know...
suspicious of platonic relationships.

-Well, OK.
-Goodbye.

See you soon. And thank you.

Thank you.

That's Mr. Mostelle.

He's an actor.

This is his exercise day.

Why am I all seized up?

-What horror seizes me?
-This way.

This is the room.

My God! What a stream of blood!

Well, it suits me just fine.

I'll take it.

I don't want to intrude,

but does the sign on the front door

mean the house is being demolished?

No! Please.

Yes, in September.

What a shame to see
all these old houses demolished.

There's a great need
for boarding houses today,

especially for singles.

Yes. I don't know
where my residents will go.

-There's a closet.
-I forgot to mention...

Yes?

-Is Mrs. Régnier staying here?
-Excuse me?

I met her at the hospital.
She sent me here.

Oh, really?

I'm an old friend
of her husband's family.

What I wanted to tell you

is that Mrs. Régnier

has a very rich father-in-law.

He has many houses.

I seem to remember that he owns
a house quite similar to this one.

I want to find out

if he would agree to rent it to you.

After all,

I'm sure he would be happy
to rent the house

for a reasonable price
to someone like you

who would run it
in a respectable way.

But where is it?

Ah, that I can't tell you,

but I'll look into it. I promise.

Oh, yes!

Mr. Thomas, if you could,

it would save me.

Ah, dear lady,
the world is made of miracles.

I'm glad you like the room.

A lot.

The bathroom is very large
and always very clean.

I see to it.

There are two men using it:

Dr. Blanchard and Mr. Mostelle.

I'm always very careful
about whom I accept.

I'm sure you are.

There's one thing that surprises me.

Does Mrs. Régnier

know what's happening in September?

Yes, everyone knows about it.
They don't hide it.

I wonder why she didn't talk

to her father-in-law.

But she has so much
on her mind right now.

Yes.

FOR SALE

CONSTRUCTION OF THREE BUILDINGS

15 DUPLEX APARTMENTS WITH TERRACES

TWO- AND FOUR-ROOM APARTMENTS

Oh, excuse me,
this is the wrong door!

Were you looking for the living room?
It's across the hall.

-Are you Mr. Pinelli?
-Yes.

I'm Paul Thomas, the new resident.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Élise, say hello to Mr. Thomas.

Say hello to Mr. Thomas.

Hello.

Hello, Élise.

Hello.

This is Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas.

She isn't very awake.

She's charming.

Excuse me.

Of course. I was just tinkering here.

There are always things to put away.

Oh, Mr. Thomas, these are
the three ladies I told you about.

Mrs. Claire,
Mrs. Marino, and Mrs. Imbert.

Mr. Thomas told me about the house.

Oh, if that can be arranged,
we would be so grateful.

Good evening, ladies.
I'll do whatever I can.

Do you play tarot perchance?

-Yes.
-Do you play?

I'm no expert, but I know the rules.

Wonderful!

Would you join us for a game?

I don't think I have
much time left, but...

enough to play
a few games of tarot, I hope.

Mrs. Pinelli told us. Excuse us.

Medicine works miracles, Mr. Thomas.

Don't be discouraged.

Thank you.

-Let's play, shall we?
-Yes!

Yes, let's play.

Hello, Hélène.

-How are you?
-Hello.

Did you find a room? I'm very happy.

-Hello.
-What's the matter?

Is it your boy? What is it?

No, Michel is fine, but...

Don't worry about it.

No, sit down.

You can't lock yourself

in your room to cry alone.

Sit down.

Excuse me.

Tell me about it.
It'll make you feel better.

Oh! No, nothing, it's...

Michel's grandmother came
to the hospital.

That's what's wrong.

Emilie?

Yes.

Oh, right. You know her?

She's a bit intense, huh?

I don't know if she's too much...

Good evening.

Why is everything always my fault?

Michel looked at her and had a fit.

He started to scream and cry.

So she said

that I did it on purpose,

that I was the one who turned him
against her and her husband.

I've had enough!

I'm so fed up!

Don't get worked up.

-Good evening, everyone!
-Hello, Doctor.

Is everything OK?

So, are you happy?
The little one is better, right?

It always seems like
he's making fun of you.

Would you like to take a little walk?

No, thank you.

Just a friendly walk.

No, thank you very much.
Good evening.

I let you down.

Youth attracts youth!

It's really a sad situation.

You're an old friend of Mrs. Régnier,
aren't you?

I met her years ago.

But I know
her almost-ex-husband well.

Ah! A divorce,

-always terrible.
-Oh, it depends, you know.

Of course, we can't judge that
from the outside.

You have to hear both sides
of the story, as they say.

Her husband, your friend,
isn't doing very well, right?

It's hard to explain.

He's a very emotional,
very sensitive being.

You know, nowadays,
there are situations and humiliations

that are difficult to explain.

A virtuous woman is more valuable
than a ruby.

And Mrs. Régnier is a bit,
well, light, isn't she?

Oh, I don't want to judge.

Please don't think
that I want to condemn her.

It is not because she lets go

from time to time...

Where to find a virtuous woman
worth more than a ruby,

who says only lofty things,

who remains calm,

and who keeps her dignity?

-I'm keeping it.
-Again?

Five!

I have to leave you ladies.
I'm going to take a walk.

Please let me know how much I owe.

But I will take my revenge.

With pleasure!

-Let's quit!
-No!

I knew it. She had a lover.

Then, she had to take another one.

Come on, he's not thinking
about that. He's dying.

If he's dying,
he shouldn't be going out at night.

The air is too cold.

Oh, sex!

-Well, you're in a huff!
-I know.

But this isn't fun.

I'll pour you a whiskey.

Sure.

Hello, Mr. Régnier?

It's Paul Thomas.

So, where are you?

These things take time!

I got a room at her boarding house

near the hospital.

It's run by the Pinelli family.

Yes. I know them.

One of my companies owns the site.

Of course she chose
a place like that.

Crazy, drunk, senile people.

The same perversions.

Yeah, you're right.
It's a funny group.

But to get the boss on our side,

I promised that you'd find her
a home of equal value.

You're right. That's no problem.

But I have more important news.

Both parties have filed for divorce,

but we, or Charles,
managed to file first.

The girl's lawyer is trying
to speed things up,

and that country bumpkin thinks
he's going to win.

The lawyer she found
could be in tatters

and still wouldn't listen to reason.

So you need to hurry!

Look,

I called everyone she knew in Paris,

I went to her neighbors, but...

I haven't found anything convincing.

Or it's stuff that's too old.

Will you find something useful soon?

Huh? That's what I'm asking you!

I think I have a lead,

but I don't want to tell you about it
until it's certain.

The evidence has to be solid.

Oh, yeah? Does that matter?

Well, I think if this works out,

it will be good enough, yes.

But it will be a trick,

and it will cost money.

Go for it.

I'm in trouble!

You always leave early, Doctor.

I'm working more and more, ma'am.

I'm going to see your son.

I'll be there soon too.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Doctor.

Oh, Élise! That's a pretty dress.

Pink looks great on you.

I had feathers around my neck

and also on the bottom of my dress.

That's nice.

But there was one that wasn't pretty.

It's one of her drawings.

You'll have to start over.

Élise.

-Élise.
-You'll have to start again.

Élise, come on.

I think she's adopted you.

Enjoy, my dear guests!

What a beautiful day.

The sun is the god of the day!

There's Mr. Thomas again.
I don't know where he went.

I didn't see him on the street.

-Ladies!
-A little game?

Tempting.

I have things to do,

but as soon as I can, I'll be back.

We'll be waiting.

Mr. Thomas, I'm sorry,

I thought you had gone.

No problem.

Do you want me to come back?

No, of course not.
Do you want a drink?

Oh yes, with pleasure!

My wife doesn't really understand
things like this,

so when I get the chance...

This is all I have.

Well, it's perfect.

To me, the contents are
more important than the packaging.

None for you?

Don't worry about me.

Must be annoying to not be able
to drink when you want, huh?

Oh, it is.

Someone else here
would agree with you.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Mrs. Régnier.

-Mrs. Régnier? No kidding!
-Yes.

Don't tell me you haven't noticed!

Noticed? I've seen something
in her eyes that seemed...

With what's going on!

Of course. I'm not one
to throw stones.

Élise likes her a lot.

Before her, it was Mr. Mostelle.

Whenever she saw him,
she looked at him as if...

as if he were the Tsar of Russia.

Now it's Mrs. Régnier.

When she arrives,
she's always behind her.

Oh, yes.

But she's very nice to Élise.

Oh, yes.

I won't tell her what they used
to say about her.

-What did they say?
-Oh, nothing. Just gossip.

That she chased little girls.
Horrible.

That's bullshit. No!

You can't stop people talking.

No!

I have to get back,

because if the boss
comes and sees this...

I'll leave you to it.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Take your time!

Can't you open the window?

It stinks in here.

it gets drafty.

Put something on!

But!

I don't know what's going on,

but you're in some mood!

Don't worry. It's going to hell,

so we don't have
to talk about it anymore.

You can't find anything?

There's nothing to find!

She's a good girl. She's impeccable.

She's a saint, like Joan of Arc.

Yuck!

I haven't even finished.

Father Régnier doesn't care,
that old hypocrite.

He would be happy if I killed her.

You're not crazy, no.

What do you care?
Do you see me killing someone?

Listen, Sonia, I'm not an idiot, OK?

No.

This is our chance,

and I'm not going to mess it up.

I'm doing my best,
but it's difficult.

All I know

is that I never see you!

Don't talk to me like that! Listen.

I'm going to make her look horrible.

The owners' little girl is retarded.

I'm going to make everyone think

she's corrupting her.

Understand? You have to help me.

What do I have to do?

Can you call Bouboule and the others?

Oh...

Can you call them?

Yes, but listen!

Can you call them or not?

Oh! You know what?

Oh, shut up!

I need to get some acid
and sleeping pills

and this specific kind of candy.

You can do that at least, right?

It's going to cost you!

You'll have what you need.

Hello, Mr. Régnier. It's Paul Thomas.

Can I see you tonight?

No, see you.

I need a large sum of money.

Pass me a whiskey.

It's a sure thing.

No, double.

I'm telling you, it's in the bag!

OK, got it.

Until tonight. Thank you.

Don't laugh like that.
You're annoying me.

Hélène!

Hello. What's going on?

I need to talk to you.

What's going on?

I need to talk to you. Come, please.

I don't want you to think
I'm interfering

in things that don't concern me,

but I have a lot of affection
for you.

Not just for Charles,
but for you too.

I've been watching you

struggle to persevere.

I know you don't have much money.

That's true.

Why don't you take Régnier's money?

They have so much.

That's not my business.

How childish!

At least let them pay
the hospital bills.

No.

Do you realize how difficult

it will be to raise this child?

Yes, I realize.

You're so stubborn.

What's making you smile?

The balloon seller.

I come here often.

We have never spoken,
but we like each other.

Today was another rough day.

I called a friend.
I ran into her husband,

and he was curt with me.

It's funny.

Sometimes, I feel like someone

is trying to isolate me
from the world.

That is silly.

Of course it is.

I shouldn't say that to you.
Excuse me.

-Why?
-Have you started?

-Started what?
-Your treatment.

Yeah, of course.

I've already gone twice.

You should feel confident.

You too.

You're late.

-But this isn't the time.
-I was with her.

I know.

-Are you having me watched?
-Not you,

her.

Then you know
that she is white as snow

and as strong as a rock
and that you don't stand a chance.

She got to you too.

I should have known better.

Don't worry about that.
Do you have the money?

Don't talk to me in that tone.

Excuse me.

You want your proof, don't you?

Do you have it?

I'll get it, but I need the money.

Don't mess it up! Go tonight.

Dollars! Come on!

No! Let me go!

-Thank you.
-What's going on?

It's about my divorce.

Mr. Jourdan managed
to schedule the hearing.

I knew you'd be happy.

That's why I wanted
to come and tell you.

-When is it? Tomorrow?
-No, not tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow at 11:30 a.m.

I will come pick you up.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Good evening, sir.

I can't explain,

but it'll be over by tonight,
I promise.

Don't worry about the hearing.

All I need is

for you to find someone to show her

the house for two hours.

You think I was expecting that?

Excuse me.

6:00 p.m.

We'll manage, Mr. Régnier.

-What a crazy story.
-Shut up and listen!

We have to be ready

by 6:30 a.m., camera and all.

We'll have 15 minutes max.

After that, at exactly 8:00 a.m.,

call the boarding house
like I told you.

-OK.
-OK.

Well, explain it to me!

It's very simple.

I'll offer to drive her
to the airport.

The retarded girl will be in the car.

They'll both be drugged.

I'll simulate an accident.

I'll put St. Hélène
behind the wheel and leave.

Talk about a scandal.

You're a clever one, huh?

Oh, yeah.

He's chomping at the bit.

Hello. Where's Mrs. Pinelli?

I have good news.

She's cleaning the rooms.

Do you have time to play today?

I hope so, ladies.

You can't expect me to believe
he's dying!

I have wonderful news for you!

You shouldn't enter
the ladies' area like that.

Oh yes, sorry, but I'm just so happy.

I talked to one
of Mr. Régnier's associates.

You can visit the building today.

My God! I can't believe it.

Starting at 6:00 p.m.

-So late?
-No earlier.

Wait, I have the address.

16 Church Street.

There'll be someone there
to show you around.

I can't believe it! Oh my God!

I can't believe it.
How can I thank you?

Your joy is my reward, dear lady.

Ladies,

I'm going to see the house.

-Really?
-Where is it?

Church Street.

A church, what a miracle!

This is the end of a long nightmare

thanks to Mr. Thomas.

And we thought you were a joker!

Bless you!

I'll get you some port.

We'll drink some port wine.

Would you like some port, Mr. Thomas?

With pleasure.

How are you?

I'm fine.

It's good to see you laughing.

If I weren't so optimistic,
I'd say it's too good to be true.

Want something to worry about?

Your patient isn't being treated
by any department of this hospital.

Are you sure?

Is his name Paul Thomas?

He is completely unknown.

I'm not surprised though.
He looks about as sick as I do.

I'm not worried.

I prefer to know where I stand.

What is it?

Nothing.

You're quite a woman.

Finish your game

and we'll take your little boy
for x-rays.

Ah! I was looking for you.

And I was sure I'd find you here.

I'm so overwhelmed!

I've never been so offended!

So I came to warn you.

What is it?

Is your father-in-law
Ludovic Régnier?

Yes!

Last night I was ordered, there's
no other word for it, to go see him.

It was about a role.

I don't know if you know,
but he owns two cinemas,

and he's funding some movies.

He's important.

So I went, you know?

I couldn't not.

It's part of the job.

He met me himself.
He was quite friendly.

He said he could take care
of me and get me the job I deserved.

He thought I would do anything
to be famous,

to get my name in the papers!

And what did he want in return?

For me to denounce you.

That's why he wanted to buy me!

To make me spy on you.

He said that to you?

He did,

as if I would sell
my honor for success.

Thank you so much.

No!

No, you don't have to thank me.

I couldn't have done any differently.

The world is a terrible place.
We live with a knife in our back!

-The...
-Shh!

Come on!

People no longer
have any sense of decency.

Do you know
what your father-in-law thinks?

He thinks that Paul Thomas and you,
well, that you and Paul Thomas,

are lovers.

What?

But...

Oh, those fools!

Everything's going my way.

It's a lucky day.

It happens.

It's my turn to deal.

Say, ladies, I thought of something.

I imagine...

that you intend
to accompany Mrs. Pinelli

to the new home?

Of course!

Where else would we go?

You should go with her to visit it.

I think she would prefer company.

She would have to ask us.
We wouldn't want to impose.

I'm sure she'd be thrilled.

So, miss, you lost your shadow?

What?

That guy that's always following you.

-Me?
-You mean you didn't know?

You saw someone following me?

Is he a tall brunette?

The one you were with yesterday?

No, you must not know him.

He's a small blond guy.

But don't worry,

he's not here today.

Thanks for the heads up.

I would buy balloons for my son,

but I don't have much money.

No matter.

Another time.

We're ready to go, Mr. Thomas.

My heart is beating so fast.

-Ours too.
-It's an expedition.

It's across town,

but I think the house is worth it.

Are you sure someone will be there?

Yes, his name is
on the piece of paper I gave you.

His name is Milamog.

Well, let's go!

Keep an eye on the house, Mr. Thomas,

and also on Élise,

because my husband...

Don't worry about it.

Mr. Pinelli!

Mr. Pinelli!

Mr. Pinelli!

Look what I brought for you.

Where is she?

With the old ladies
looking at the house,

it's just us.

Do you understand
why I drink like this?

You must despise me.

Of course not!

You can't understand,

but it's all I think about.

It's wrong of her to make me hide it.

It started when she was born.
I couldn't stand it.

So please,

take her to the living room.
I don't want her to see me.

I'd like to drink by myself.

Come on.

Élise!

Come into the living room.

We're going to draw.

Élise, go with Mr. Thomas.

Go, my little girl.

Here, Élise, have a piece of candy.

Have a candy.

Thank you.

You're going to make
a nice drawing, right?

A beautiful drawing
with your crayons.

We'll show it to Hélène.

To Mrs. Régnier, Hélène.

Yes.

Hélène.

I want to make
a beautiful drawing for Hélène.

You're happy, aren't you?

-Are you happy?
-Yes.

Hélène,

look at the beautiful drawing
Élise made for you.

You see, Élise, Hélène is happy.

She's happy.

She's going to show you
some beautiful pictures.

Is she always like this?

I gave her some candy.
She's a little out of it.

Can we show Élise
the beautiful pictures,

my dear Hélène?

Yes. Let's show her
the beautiful pictures.

Look at the pictures with Hélène.

Yes, look at the pretty pictures.
See the pretty pictures?

You have a very beautiful dress.

Look at this.

Feel how soft it is.

It's soft.

-Can I get you a whiskey?
-Oh yes!

I think, my dear Hélène, it is time
to make you more comfortable.

Yes, I'm going.

Look, Élise. Look at Hélène.

This is Hélène.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

How is your son, Hélène?

Very good.
The X-ray went very well. You?

Oh, I'm off to my room.

You're like me?
You don't like the night?

Neither night nor day. Goodnight.

How stupid!

Hello? Yes.

Oh, yes, one moment.

-It's for you, Mrs. Régnier.
-For me?

Yes, it is a Ms. Rousselet.

-Rousselet?
-Yes.

I'm sorry for butting in.
I thought...

Hello?

Is this Hélène Régnier?

Hello, ma'am.

You don't know me.

I'm the niece of one of your friends,
Mrs. Rousselet.

She received your letter.

She couldn't get back to you earlier
as she was out of town.

She just returned from her trip.

She wasn't sure she'd
reach you, so she asked me

to let you know
that she's coming tonight.

Yes, but how?

She said,
"She needs me, so I'm going."

She's coming by plane
and will be there tonight.

My God, she's so sweet!

There's one small problem.

I can't pick her up at the airport.

I have too much work.

She asked me to ask

if you could go.

She can't wait to see you.

If you're available, of course...

Of course. It's the least I can do!

I'm so happy. You can't know

how relieved I'm.

One second.

I wrote down the flight number
and the arrival time.

Hold on.

Bitch!

Hello?

Sabena Flight 958
landing at 8:30 p.m.

My husband will be there.

Thank you.

-Did you write it down?
-Yes! Don't worry.

That's so nice of him.
I hope we'll see each other.

Well, thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, ma'am.

-Good news?
-Yes.

A friend of mine from Paris.

I'm picking her up at the airport.

I'm not alone anymore.

I'm happy for you.

You have to believe me, Hélène.
I'm on your side.

I know that you're not sick
and that you're spying on me.

You've brought me luck.
I'm going to the airport.

Hélène! Hélène!

I have a confession to make.

Please listen to me.

You're right. I'm not sick.

Charles' father asked me
to watch you.

-I know.
-Please forgive me.

I'm so ashamed.

I admit it was pretty ugly,
but I didn't understand.

Now I know

that he was completely wrong
about you.

I have already told him,
and I'll tell him again.

You're a very good person.

You're just the mother
little Michel needs.

I really need you to forgive me.

I'm so sorry, so ashamed.

Let me do something for you.

Let me escort you to the airport.

We're half an hour away by car.

If you accept,

I'll know that you forgive me.
Please!

No, I can't.

Don't be resentful.
Try to understand.

I know you're not mean.

No, I can't afford that luxury.

What do you mean?

Hélène, explain it to me!

Otherwise, I'll never forgive myself!

Oh, come on!

The world won't stop turning

because you didn't take me
to the airport!

Hélène, don't leave like this!

You can't!

Let me at least...

offer you a candy.

Enough! We're not kids!

Cab!

It can't be.

No!

Gotta get the kid.

AIRLINES

DEPARTURES

Excuse me,

is the flight from Paris delayed?

-The plane from Paris?
-Yes.

-The one at 8:30 p.m.
-8:30 p.m.?

You must be mistaken.

How so?
They said 8:30, Sabena Flight 958.

Sabena 958? That's what I thought.
This flight doesn't exist.

-What?
-Not here anyway.

Are you getting in?

Where are we going?

-Square du Bois.
-Square du Bois.

Wait! What's the exact time?

8:50 p.m.

Take a good look at me.

Do you recognize me from before?

What are you talking about?

Please.
Do you recognize me from before?

Yes. What's wrong?
You're all white. Are you sick?

No, don't worry, everything's fine.
Let's go!

What is this...

Wait a minute.

Pay the cab, please. Thank you.

Good evening. I've come
to see Charles, Mrs. Régnier.

Don't bother.
I'm sure he's in his room.

Should I pay the cab, ma'am?

Of course.

We weren't expecting her.

Excuse me.

Hélène!

I thought that I'd never...
my little Hélène...

Is Michel OK? Tell me.

My God, have you forgiven me?

I remember everything,
you know, I remember.

Yes, he's fine. Everything's fine.

Yes, I have forgiven you.
You know that I have forgiven you.

But you understand, I can't...

Yes, I know. I understand.

But listen to me.

From time to time,
I'd like to see him, to see you.

Yes, I understand.

But look, I don't know
how to explain this to you,

but I have to take him to Paris.

-We have to get out of here.
-Don't say that!

Don't say that. Oh! Stay with me.

Stay with me!

I want it so much.

You understand,

I'm as good as dead here.

Maybe we could try

to be careful not to put him
in the same room as me.

I know it's not possible.

Are you doing better?

Sometimes, it starts again, but...

I'm not taking anything
anymore though.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just want you to stay with me.

Stay with me.

Listen, Charles,

listen to me.

I'm out of money. I came to tell you,

because, well...

But why?

Where do you live?

I live in a boarding house

in front of the hospital
where Michel is being treated.

At Mrs. Pinelli's.

Mrs. Pinelli.

Why don't you have any money left?

Why am I still alive?

Listen,

we'll figure it out.

Just keep trying.

What's going on here?

Leave them alone!

What?

I came to tell my husband
that I have no more money.

-Your husband?
-Yes.

So you want money?

No, you don't understand.

Goodbye.

Come here...

to my office.

I want to know why you came here.

This way!

I came to ask Charles
to leave you for good!

He never could!

And now he never will!

-Ever!
-Not here!

Oh yes, please, Hélène, not here.

Ah!

Why are you so cruel, Mr. Régnier?

It's disgusting!

The guy you paid to spy on me
took all my money.

Did you tell him to do that?

You're crazy!

Oh my God, more money!

Of course you should have money.
Why didn't you say so?

Why did you come here?
To stop the divorce?

Oh no! You can't afford that.

You owe me 250 francs

and 150 francs for the plane ticket.
That's 400 francs!

Here!

You don't seriously think
I had anything to do with some theft?

The poor child, she's so upset.

Here!

Wait!

You can't go out into the streets
like that.

Henri, ask the driver to get the car

and take the lady
wherever she wishes.

Yes, sir.

Please.

Sit down for a moment, while we wait.

Don't you want something to drink?

-No.
-It would be good for you.

I can't even tell you
what I think of you.

I'll wait outside.

I'm sorry.

This is crazy.

You can tell me what happened!

I don't know, ma'am.

I was in the lounge all evening.

I mean, I'm not a guard.

He only thinks about himself.

Listen, ladies, please!

I'm busy.

Where's Mrs. Régnier?
Where's Mr. Thomas?

He promised to look after Élise,

and my husband is drunk
in the kitchen!

What's going on?

I don't understand.

My daughter
is lying fully dressed on her bed.

I can't wake her up.

I don't know.

I didn't feel well,
so I went upstairs to bed.

Élise was with Hélène.
She'll tell you what happened.

Where is she?

She told me she was going
to the airport.

Oh! There she is in a big Mercedes.

What?

Mrs. Régnier, was Élise with you?

What? No, why?

She's asleep in her room,

-and I can't wake her up!
-Help her.

I'm not in a position to help anyone.

Did you find your friend
at the airport?

Listen, you,

I don't know if you're
the one who planned this.

I don't know what you're doing,

I don't understand this Élise story,

I don't understand
why they sent me to the airport

or why they took all my money.

I don't know if it's you,
but if it is you, it's not working!

You hear?

I came from the Régniers'.
I saw Charles,

and the hearing is tomorrow.

I'm going to get custody,
and we're going to Paris.

I'm exhausted,
but I still have all my strength,

and I'm not a robot.

And my conscience is clear,
and I'm going to bed.

Good evening!

-You won't believe...
-I don't care!

Let's not lose our minds.

Calm down, Mrs. Pinelli.

You can talk to Élise
when she wakes up.

Yes.

For now, let her sleep,

and if you want my advice,
you should go to bed too.

We should all go to bed.

Well, what's going on?
Are we conspiring?

Don't worry,

I'll have my coffee at the hospital.

It'll be ready in ten minutes.

-I don't have ten minutes.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-Hello.

The machine is jammed,
and the coffee isn't ready.

Mrs. Pinelli was
with Élise all night.

-What's wrong with her?
-She's sleeping.

I wonder if she was given
some kind of drug or sleeping pills.

I heard that you were
in a bad state last night too.

Oh dear! Hello and goodbye!

Goodbye, Doctor.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Hello, Mr. Thomas.
-How's Élise?

She's still sleeping.

I stayed with her all night.

And the coffee isn't ready.

Don't worry,
I'll get the orange juice.

We visited the house last night.

It's nice, big, poorly maintained.
It will take some work.

I'm glad Mr. Thomas was able
to do that for you.

You don't like him.

I think I feel sorry for him.

Hélène, don't think I've forgotten
what you said yesterday.

I know it will take time
to regain your trust.

I just want you to know
I had nothing to do

with what happened to you yesterday.

And I don't know anything
about this Élise story.

I wouldn't want
Mrs. Pinelli to think--

Look, it doesn't matter anyway.

If you want me to apologize,
I'll apologize.

Oh, please.

Have you seen Charles? How is he?

Very bad and very sad.

Come on, now.

Oh!

Jeannette, she's awake,
but she's saying crazy things.

My little girl!

She's calling you. "Hélène."

Hélène!
Oh, it's soft. It feels so funny.

What did you do to her?

I know nothing about it.

What do you mean, Élise?

Come with me to see Hélène.

She's here, Hélène!

No, the other Hélène
with the pictures that move

and the naked man and the ladies.

It's good!

-What's wrong with you?
-I don't know.

Everything's changing.

I want to see the man
and the ladies and the other Hélène.

-I don't know.
-Take me with you.

I don't understand a word she says.

I don't know.

I'm no longer myself.

It doesn't make sense!

It's awful.

I'm afraid.

Let's take her to the hospital.

I'm afraid.

Come on, my dear!

It's the orange juice.

There was something
in the orange juice.

You're picking on me!

Did you put something
in the orange juice?

No!

How beautiful you are!

Oh, I knew it.

Please don't let me forget
my little boy.

-You're a villain!
-No!

Please, I have a little boy.

I have to get it together.
I don't want to fly away!

I want to be a human being.

Understand me.

My friends, come on!
We have to be with her.

Let's be loyal
to our gender and to motherhood!

-Let's go!
-Yes.

Let us be her guardian angels!

You old fools!

What are you doing?

Getting dressed.

I'm going out.

You can't do that.

We'll all go with you to court later.

Hélène is in trouble.

We have to go.

I need her to help me.

Hélène can't do anything.

Daddy's taking care of everything.

I want Hélène!

I don't care about the rest.

And Michel too. I don't care!

Charles!

Charles! Dad will not be happy.

I don't care what he thinks.

Why do you want to see her again?

She knows me. She understands me.

Come back to yourself, Charles!
Please!

I don't have much time left.
Let me go!

Let me go.

The blue.

The blue.

Blue is very important.

Love's pleasures last but a moment

Come on, sing with me.

Love's sorrows last a lifetime

Oh, my friend, I know who you are.

You're God.

You protect me.

But don't keep your angels prisoner.

You can't keep them like that.
They suffer.

Free them. I beg you. I implore you.

Free them. Listen to my prayer.

-I'm going to follow them!
-Who's going to pay for them?

We will! We'll pay you.
We're with her!

Hey, Charles!

Charles, stop.

Stop, Charles, don't be stupid!

Charles. Don't be stupid.

No, Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

Self-defense.

He rushed me.

He attacked me.

Self-defense.

I could never kill anyone.

Self-defense.

I want to see my son.

I'm going to see my son.

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