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LAST SUMMER...

You consumed alcohol that night?

Yes.

How much?

- Two or three drinks. - Two?

Or three?

Three.

How many boyfriends this year?

Less than ten? More than ten?

Less than ten.

How many did you sleep with?

It can be as many guys as you want.

As long as it was consensual, nobody will judge you.

You’re underage, so closed hearing, but I must know everything.

How many?

Seven.

Is that a lot?

Off topic.

Just be aware, the defense will try to portray you as a world-class slut.

And claim you consented.

It’s not true!

I know.

It’s the usual defense gameplan.

In court, victims often become the accused.

Rest assured...

The judges are used to it, and aren’t taken in.

Whatever is said, keep calm.

When you’re questioned, always tell the truth.

Does Mom have to be there?

No photos! My client is underage.

Satisfied with the verdict?

We hoped for more.

At least my daughter was acknowledged as a victim.

To get over this nightmare...

and rebuild her life.

Hey, girls! Why didn’t Daddy take you riding?

Rebecca called. Théo has been arrested.

- You’re kidding? - As usual...

his mother is incapable of clear explanations, so I prefer to go.

What’s he done now?

Wound up the math teacher.

She made out it would be a temporary suspension.

Now I find out he punched him.

- Shit! - So the teacher’s pressing charges.

It’s tight for the Geneva train.

Can you take the girls?

Girls!

Quickly! Get in the car!

I’m taking you, after all.

Thanks.

Théo’s moving in with us.

That sucks.

Pierre’s big chance to patch it up with his son.

Isn’t he a problem child, though?

Speaking of problems, one moment.

Take him as planned or say no, and I find a babysitter.

But either way, don’t rock up here

as soon as it’s too much.

- Mina... - Don’t “Mina” me!

Come on.

Your aunt will be delighted to see you.

Lucas!

I didn’t give Daddy a kiss.

Go on!

He winds me up like a spring.

Sweetheart! A kiss here.

A kiss there.

Come on, sit down.

Stay there and be good.

Don’t move, don’t talk.

I have your aunt and two other customers.

Cool dragon.

Did Daddy buy it for you?

So nice, your daddy!

Gonna put him with my treasures.

Can he come home, play with the girls?

Come pick him up and stay for dinner if you want.

No, I appreciate it.

I’ve had it with that lunkhead who doesn’t get that...

I have a job, even if it’s shit.

Hi, Théo.

Hey.

I picked up your things.

Try not to scatter stuff all over.

You have all the closets you need.

All right?

Haven’t you grown!

It’s cool.

One more year... and adiós, amigo.

“Adiós, amigo”?

It’s the boonies here.

Sure, it’s remote for a teen.

The train works. You’ll get used to it.

All right.

Why wasn’t he here, though?

Because he lived with his mommy.

- Want some? - But why?

Because, Little Miss Why.

Because he did.

We had lunch without you.

I don’t eat meat.

I’ll get Théo’s present.

I’ll grab a coffee, though.

Wake me up.

Open it.

I made it at school.

For your key.

And I made the wrapping paper.

That’s so sweet.

Very pretty! Thank you so much, Angela!

Thanks, Serena!

Great paper you made.

I fully understand, but...

Look...

It’s quite inadmissible, you allowing this to drag on.

If you’d just remove your bureaucratic spectacles,

you’d agree with me.

This is a 13-year-old girl, whose life is on hold.

Loses her mother, lives in foster care, miles from her remaining parent.

Why is it so long?

Now you fall!

I didn’t, though.

Because I’m little. For real, you fall.

Try again.

I did osoto-gari on you.

Hurts, right?

I’m super-good at judo. I strangle all the boys.

Mom, we were playing.

That was great!

What’s this? It’s come apart.

No, it’s not apart.

It’s hellish.

Rather than thank me for creating 700 jobs,

they split hairs.

They don’t get it.

I reinvested the profits in the holding company.

What’s in the left pocket goes into the right.

Invest in innovation, or your firm goes belly up.

But no...

All they care about is the right pocket. Screw the left!

So I’ll ask them to audit the holding company

and all the subsidiaries, one by one.

Then they see I didn’t cheat them out of a cent in tax.

And their reassessment, shove it up their ass!

It’s late. Let’s go to bed.

You’re wiped out.

Don’t you ever think I’m an old jerk?

Never.

Théo definitely sees me as an old jerk.

And makes sure I know it.

He accused me of adopting the girls to ease my conscience

for the mess I made of raising him.

Really?

God knows where he gets it.

He’s as mean as hell.

He says I could be their granddad.

He’s not always like that.

He gets on with them. They adore him.

That’s the bright side.

To him, we’re old jerks, sure we are.

Wouldn’t you rather sleep? You’re exhausted.

When I was fourteen.

I was secretly in love

with a friend of my mother’s.

I thought he was so elegant.

At the same time...

in my journal...

I mercilessly described...

his wrinkles.

His thin, parchment skin.

Like it was already dead.

Like he was coming undone.

Inexorably.

To cross over to death.

It disgusted me.

At the same time, I was fascinated.

Guess how old he was.

33!

I saw him as a pre-corpse.

Just think.

How do you see your old husband?

I’m a gerontophile, you know.

A body that’s lived...

that’s lost the firmness of youth...

It touches me.

It moves me.

Théo?

I’m not big on you smoking inside.

- I’m not big on that either. - It’s not hash. Be happy.

Théo, we try hard to make you feel at home.

It’d be cool if it’s not all one-way.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, I get it. Back off, I’m busy.

With what?

Working.

Yeah? Working on what?

Back off, I said. You’re distracting me.

I don’t buy that you’re working.

You do nothing all day except gaming and watching stuff.

My problem.

I’ve got it.

Got it? What does that mean?

You have exams at the end of the year.

I’m in hell. Get lost!

To start with...

Fucking give that back!

Who are you? That’s mine.

Are you nuts?

Here.

An hour and a half, tops.

Better than nothing. I never see you anymore, Mimi.

- Your stepson? - He hates me, but it’s cool.

I’ll call Pierre.

We’ve had burglars.

I don’t know. Broke open the patio doors, I guess.

The state the house is in.

Yes, I’ll call the police.

My bag in the hall has gone.

That’s all I’ve noticed so far.

What’s going on?

Hold on, darling,

Somebody broke in. Check your room, see if anything’s missing.

Friendly, your stepson.

I told you, I don’t exist, and it’s fine by me.

Pierre, still there?

Thanks for coming at short notice.

I wanted Sara to know right away.

I have good news.

The court allows you to live with your father.

I don’t know how to thank you.

Thank the judge.

No, it’s you.

- Sorry! Really, I’m so sorry. - No problem.

The judge decided that after your mother’s death,

it’s best for you to be in a familiar environment.

Now it depends on you, Mr. Evrard.

- I hope we’re clear on that. - Perfectly.

Child Protection will be watching. Don’t make me regret it.

This ring a bell?

It’s mine.

I found it outside, stuffed it in my bag, and forgot to give it to you.

No biggie.

My bag was stolen in the burglary.

How come this wound up in your pants?

You snoop now?

I always check pockets before doing laundry.

So, your explanation?

- I don’t know. - Quit acting dumb with me.

Where’s all the stuff you stole?

What? Are you drunk?

Robbing your own home, cool mindset, great job!

Your dad might not agree.

I tell him or you do?

Don’t give a shit.

I don’t believe you.

You don’t know me.

Perhaps.

But I know about spirals...

Hard to break when they’re dragging you down.

Especially for you, with charges hanging over you.

Go to the cops. Not one fuck!

Why always take the aggressive route?

Listen.

There are multiple options. We can take the smart one.

For example, I say nothing, leave your father out of this.

But...

But what?

In exchange...

What?

You start to act like part of the family.

Who knows if you can.

- I see mixed-up kids every day. - I’m not a kid.

Prove it.

What you doing?

Trying to get down the beach gear.

Hold on.

Which?

The belts, snorkels and...

- The belts. - And the masks!

- One mask. - Thanks.

Anything else?

No, we’re good. There, that pink thing.

- Great! - That’s all? 5 euro, please.

I’m taking the girls swimming. Want to come?

Why not?

Girls, eat the salads first.

Yes, Mommy, afterwards.

Pseudo-vegetarian!

A Big Mac isn’t meat. It’s mega-good.

I just couldn’t resist.

So you’re an ex-vegetarian.

Great, I was sick of buying your tofu burgers.

I stuck it out 2 years.

It’s cold!

Look at him!

Look there! Creepy crawlies!

Théo! Come back!

We’re afraid of going deepest!

Not going in?

No way.

“Act like part of the family”, or...

What are you doing, Théo?

Stop it!

That’s mine!

Stop that!

There are boys I cut out of my life after they dunked me.

Can’t cut me out of your life.

Don’t pull your punches!

Never!

And tomorrow, we’ll go horseriding.

You’ll come too?

Horseriding? I can’t ride.

When did you start?

With Mom, age 12.

She loved it.

You miss Geneva?

Geneva’s shit.

The people are shit. Money-grubbing.

Invite anyone you want. It’s your home.

I’ve no friends.

Me neither.

Where did you get them?

I did them.

You’re aware they’re for life?

You’re aware that’s bullshit? They’re easy to erase.

Really?

With white ink, you erase them.

Or you can cover them up.

I’ll do you one. Dare you.

Definitely not!

Why?

You’re scared?

- It’s just not my thing. - You’re scared it’ll hurt.

- Everyone has them now. - Precisely.

There!

I’ll do you one right now. For sure.

Or there.

Right there, come on.

It’s classy there. I can tell you want one.

Not at all.

Scared it’ll hurt.

It stings at first, but it’s good.

You’ll love it.

Come on, for fun.

A little one, right now.

Sure, just here.

Anything you like. Big, small, it’s up to you.

There.

Give me your arm.

There!

Swear to god, it’s there. There’s no other place possible.

Do it there, you’re real class for centuries.

- It hurts. - Don’t be a wuss.

You saw mine. Imagine the pain.

That’s you. I don’t like pain. Never did.

You’re just a big wuss.

Because it’s the first.

It’s addictive. After this, you’ll want another. You’ll be begging me.

“Théo, do me another tattoo!”

Definitely not.

So you say. It’s what they all say.

I have to apply myself.

You think Mona Lisa kept moving?

Good evening.

My stepmother, Anne.

Amanda.

Evening, ma’am.

So, this happened in Hamburg.

People out walking

noticed exorbitant numbers of dead toads around a lake,

- An exorbitant number! - Which lake?

I don’t recall the name.

Don’t start asking awkward questions.

I know Hamburg well.

Not me.

No...

Carnage.

Toad carnage. Around a thousand of them.

- How come? - Precisely. A mystery.

The lake was polluted?

Poisonous?

There were no dead toads in the lake, just all around it.

And they had all exploded.

An explosion in the water maybe?

- Let him tell us. - I’m trying to keep up.

Sure, it’s a reasonable question.

- So? - At first, people...

Shit boring?

Totally.

Smoke run. Come with?

Why not?

Another?

Say...

Amanda.

It’s been a few days now.

It comes and goes.

She’s still your girlfriend?

Girlfriend?

Mom-speak.

What should I call her?

Nothing. She has her life, I have mine.

What about feelings?

Feelings aren’t my thing.

All right.

Forget I spoke.

You and Dad?

What?

Me and your dad?

Dad and you is true love?

You really want me to tell you stuff about Pierre and me?

At your age.

Listening to my mother talk about her lovelife...

It made me sick.

She had a busy lovelife?

I guess.

And you before Dad?

It’s all relative.

My mother

was back in the days of the pill and...

sexual liberation.

Everyone slept with everyone else.

Not you?

I’m from the AIDS generation.

That put a stop to all that.

Like a shot.

Casual and carefree were gone.

A window had opened.

It slammed shut.

So, your busy lovelife?

Pass.

I’ll be going.

Amanda?

Pass.

What the hell! I called non-stop.

They left already?

Where were you?

I went for a walk.

We had guests, remember.

I wanted some fresh air.

No.

You wanted them to feel you didn’t give a shit.

Thanks for them.

And for me.

It’s too much to ask for you to behave, if not nicely, normally?

You know what I think of “normopaths”.

They bore me shitless.

They bore themselves.

Please, don’t veer normopathic. It doesn’t suit you.

Pretty hot, see? And he says...

“You know, for me, women, sexuality, it’s a bit different.”

I say, “Sure, of course, I know that.”

He says, “I have an art project,” and gets out his...

- Sorry? An “art project”? - An art project!

On his laptop,

he shows me photos of him making love to various women.

They’re quite pretty, but...

- Heck of a project. - A real project!

He says, “I have a project for you.

“I’d like you on this project, and I’ll film...”

Sorry to interrupt your heart-to-heart.

When you’re together, I feel like an intruder.

I’d like to be a little mouse to know what on earth you’re saying.

Everything! In gory detail.

Girls are way cruder than guys, believe me.

I prefer not to know, then.

The kids are playing like crazy on the trampoline. Well worth a look.

Back to my story...

Yes, your story.

- Daddy... - Yes?

Can you play on the trampoline with us?

I can’t, kitten. I have to finish packing.

When I get back, you’ll be two days older.

It’s not a lot, two days. Is it, kitten?

Give your phone a break.

It’s a super sci-fi series.

Not the usual stupid shit. It’s awesome and French.

Wanna watch?

Looks good.

I love it.

Théo, we must never do this again.

Freaking out?

I’m not joking.

We act like nothing happened, forget it completely.

And definitely never do it again. Promise me.

- It was no good? - Sure, it was.

I got carried away.

Now we’re in shit.

I shouldn’t have, honestly.

Relax!

It’s no big deal.

So I promise not to do it again?

Like a naughty little boy.

It’s no joke.

You’re a real pain in the ass!

All day long in a miserable conference center.

One seminar after another.

No time to enjoy the location.

Always the same.

By the way, I bought Théo a new computer.

Why?

Now he has no excuse to be on his phone,

and all he needs for school.

We could have discussed it.

You have a problem with me buying your son a computer?

I might rather it came from me.

Should I ask permission to cook for him or do his laundry?

It’s kind of you, anyway.

So what’s your favorite meal, Angela?

Just one?

Mom’s spaghetti bolognese.

If you had to take only one thing to a desert island?

- What would you take? - Serena.

But I’m not a thing.

What would you take to a desert island?

My comforter.

My pillow.

My light saber to defend myself.

Liar! You can’t sleep without your blankie.

If someone kills me, what good’s my blankie?

I don’t know.

Nothing!

Nothing. That’s true.

Want a beer?

But first the dictaphone.

Know all about you, at last.

You’re very ambitious.

Promise to tell the whole truth?

The truths.

No cheating.

Go on, talk.

Shouldn’t you ask me questions?

Who are you?

You’re best-placed to know.

What was

the best thing ever happened to you?

Adopting the girls.

And the worst?

Realizing I couldn’t have children.

Your father and I tried desperately hard.

Why didn’t it work?

An abortion, very young.

It didn’t go well, wrecked me.

Who’s your best friend?

My sister.

Though she’s always been jealous of me.

And your biggest fear?

For everything to disappear.

Or worse...

For me to do all I can to make everything disappear.

It’s my vertigo theory.

Vertigo isn’t the fear of falling.

It’s fear of the irrepressible temptation to fall.

It’s so awful that...

it’s better to jump to stop the fear.

You’re super-complicated.

Favorite meal?

Roquefort cheese.

That’s not a meal.

Depends on the portion.

One thing you’d take to a desert island?

Matches.

Smart.

First guy you slept with?

Let’s not go there.

You promised to answer.

I made no promises.

Go on, tell me.

I don’t want to.

Why?

Some things should never...

Never have happened.

Like us?

There is no us.

For me, there is.

Be quiet.

That scares me.

Stop it.

I can keep a secret, but...

tell me about your first time.

- Girls remember for life. - Stop!

I won’t talk, I can’t. It scares me.

What’s wrong?

Sorry.

Sorry.

I’m improving?

Massively.

You’re so slim.

I’m tiny.

Be quiet.

Hello, Sara.

How are you doing? How are you both doing?

We’re good.

I called you multiple times. No answer.

I have a new number.

I stopped by your school...

when I couldn’t reach you.

Sara!

They said you were sick.

Sick with what?

Sara, who is it?

How about a walk?

Can you go, please?

Why?

Child Protection?

I need the person handling the Evrard file.

Sara Evrard.

Thank you.

I’m coming to look.

Come on!

Stop it!

It’s not funny.

This is not the time or place.

Do not persist with this shit!

Aren’t they pretty!

We’re going to open our presents!

We’re going to open our presents, Lucas!

No, you’re not allowed to touch. Only me!

- It’s their birthday? - Sure!

No, it’s her birthday!

Not his?

Her birthday!

Lucky you!

Leave it on the ground.

Mommy!

Can you fill the pistol?

Of course, kitty.

Meanie!

Stop it.

You’re mega-horny!

Here?

You’re completely...

You’re completely irresponsible. No!

- Be cool. - No means no.

A quickie. Just for fun!

Stay! I can explain.

- I won’t stay a moment longer. - What about the girls?

Tell them you sleep with their brother.

I didn’t get any Champomy!

Ask Champoman!

You realize, we dodged a bullet yesterday?

You were super-mean to me.

I just flipped.

We must draw the logical conclusion.

Which is?

- You don’t want me anymore? - No.

We end our relationship immediately.

- You’re so mad at me? - Murderously.

- You’ll tell Dad? - Are you nuts?

That would be the worst.

We’re doomed to keep our secret to maintain a pretense of family.

You are aware of that?

Your father must never suspect a thing.

Fine.

We’ll never tell him. Him or anyone else.

You promise?

I promise.

I hope I can trust you.

From now on, we stop.

You’re dumping me?

It had to end one day.

You’re young. You’ll soon forget.

And you?

It’s not the same problem.

Your life’s ahead of you. You’re free.

You’ll have dozens of girls, live life.

And if I don’t want to?

That’s youth talking.

Kiss me.

I told you, it’s over.

You refuse me a farewell kiss?

Kiss me.

A farewell kiss, all right. Then it’s over.

Farewell.

Farewell, my love.

You’ll be jealous when I date hot girls!

I won’t want you anymore!

Mina called me.

What did she want?

Don’t know, no message.

I thought I’d take Théo to the chalet, for a few days, one-on-one.

I cleared my schedule all week. I think he needs...

me to devote some alone-time to him.

Gosh!

After that, if he thinks...

you don’t love him...

Is it a problem?

You never took alone-time with the girls.

You think it’s a bad idea?

No.

So you all come?

I think he needs that time with me. Man-to-man.

Most likely, you’re right.

“Come, let me adorn you like your sisters.

“And she placed on her head a crown of lilies,

“whose every petal was a pearl.”

Mommy?

Why can’t we go to the chalet, too?

Because Daddy and Théo needed to go alone.

What do you think they’re doing?

Like when we go to the chalet...

Fishing, chopping wood, swimming,

bonfires in the yard...

Talking.

Mommy, keep going.

Sorry.

“A big three-masted ship was there.

“The little mermaid swam to the ship.

“Through the portholes, she saw

“people dressed in their finest evening wear.

“The most handsome of all was a prince...”

You see the prince?

“...who looked barely more than 16 years old.”

Hi, my love.

Just wondering if you arrived safely,

if you’re having fun.

The girls miss you.

Can you call me?

Lots of love.

What would you take to a desert island?

Some things should never...

Never have happened.

Like us?

Werewolves, there’s no such thing.

- There is. - No.

- There is such a thing. - You ever see one?

Bye, Mommy!

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

You think Daddy and Théo are home?

Looks like it.

We got a taxi.

To come home from riding. Mommy broke the car.

The gearbox. I had to get it towed.

Weren’t you going for a week?

On your lap.

I whipped something up.

Where’s Théo?

Not eating with us.

- Amanda. - Amanda, indeed.

You always serve me first.

You’ve noticed?

Know what, girls?

When we arrived at the chalet,

a mouse had eaten through a pipe.

There was water everywhere!

We mopped it up, then we tried to find the hole.

We found it behind the stove.

We had to move the stove.

Luckily, we were able to fix it with sticky tape.

And the mouse?

The mouse? We put poison all over.

- That’s so mean! - Sure, but you know...

Sit down and eat, sweetheart.

Mice are super-cute,

but they reproduce super fast, and destroy things.

You can repair them.

Yes, but you can’t keep repairing things.

Not eating?

I’m not hungry.

Why aren’t you hungry?

Don’t know.

That’s good.

Sit down, we need to talk.

I had long conversations with Théo.

I said I was happy to get a second chance to live with him.

How much I’d missed not being with him day-to-day since he was little.

Suddenly, he crumpled.

He said that the two of you...

That you had an affair with my son.

Nothing to say?

That’s vile.

Insane.

You’re not telling me you bought it?

The pathetic little brat.

Making up such despicable nonsense.

If you gobbled up his lies, you must have wanted to.

Right now, I don’t know.

I don’t know what to believe.

Why would he say it if it wasn’t true?

It’s obvious, right?

He’s playing for attention.

That’s all.

How could I ever want an affair with your son?

He’s a kid!

Stop.

He told me details.

Details he could not make up.

How...

How you...

- We haven’t finished. - I have!

I’ve always buttoned my lip with him.

I treated him with respect, concern and understanding.

And all I get in return is shit!

And you disown the mother of your kids. Your own wife!

To believe the tall tales of a deranged kid you hardly know.

That crosses so many red lines!

Stop. What are you doing?

I know his life’s not been easy.

I know he learned to hate me

for supposedly stealing his father away.

I get that he wants to make us pay, but it’s no excuse.

And it doesn’t excuse you!

- Calm down. - Don’t touch me.

Never touch me again!

I just told you what my son said.

- Vile lies, and you swallow them! - I don’t know...

I don’t know who to believe. Put yourself in my shoes.

Imagine the hell I’ve been going through.

Your son’s a monster. Get that into your head.

Who do you think stole our things?

Robbed our home?

I didn’t tell you.

I wanted to give him a second chance.

For both of you.

I always consider both of you.

You think you’re so smart.

But you don’t understand people.

You understand nothing.

Don’t you see through his game?

To get you to reject me, so you’re all his.

You’re so easy to manipulate.

Even a child can do it.

- All I ask is, explain... - Explain what?

He’s won, period.

I know I wasn’t always there for you.

Not there at all, in fact.

I regret it.

About what you said in the chalet...

Your accusations against Anne are serious.

However angry you are,

you don’t invent tales like that.

You understand?

You don’t believe me?

You can’t lie about these things.

I didn’t lie.

Tell him.

Apologize.

Don’t worry about me, it’s good.

I understand your being sad and finding everything hard.

But this!

Why did you do it?

You know full well.

Not at all.

You’re both totally crazy.

We’re a family.

We must be able to trust each other.

Otherwise, you can’t keep living here.

You need to admit you lied.

My patience has its limits.

Talk.

It’s not hard.

Just say you lied.

Just say you lied,

and I’ll wipe the slate clean.

Stay.

I don’t want you to go.

Angela, Serena.

You’ve said goodbye. We’re going.

All right, girls.

We’ll visit Théo at his new school.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Ask if she can see you.

Come on.

You have to tell Dad everything.

I have to do nothing.

You shouldn’t have blabbed, period.

It’s too easy to confess.

“Clear your conscience”, they say. Stirring up shit.

- You have to own it. - You can’t own it?

I have a family, you know.

Let Dad know I’m not lying.

- Or else... - Or else?

Or else I report you.

OK.

What exactly do you think I did to you?

I need to understand.

You’re the adult.

And you a child, then?

I abused you?

I forced you into sex with me?

It’s not about that.

What is it about?

You’re twice my age.

My father’s wife.

You little bastard.

I knew it, but this bad?

Fine.

You hope for people to believe you?

It’s the truth.

Not at all.

I didn’t try to sleep with you. The opposite.

I was wrong to give in.

But legally that’s not incest.

So what?

Maybe it’s my turn to lie.

Like I said, a two-bit little bastard.

Luckily, it’s not so simple.

It’s your word against mine, and I guarantee I’ll put up a fight.

You have no proof.

Charges against you, and a motive for trying to go after me.

In fact, you’re going after me.

No.

Nobody will listen. You’re not credible.

So much easier to tell your dad you made it all up.

Instead of doubling down.

You’re young.

Grin and bear it. That’s life.

It’s better to move on. See?

I’m not your enemy.

Hello, Sara.

I was allowed to bring you these.

How come I get flowers?

To thank you for all you’ve done for me.

You really helped me.

How’s your father?

I’m in foster care until he gets better.

- They’re pretty cool. - Good.

Can I call you one day to talk?

I’d be delighted.

- Merry Christmas, Sara. - Merry Christmas.

Who was it?

It was Sara, a client.

- She gave you a bouquet of flowers? - Yes, isn’t it beautiful?

We’ll put it in a vase.

I’m so happy you came.

It’s so important for me.

Thank you.

You’re still my sister.

You know I can’t stay mad at you for long.

Here we are.

Look!

There’s a snowman on top.

Look!

Santa Claus has been!

Surely not!

Yes, Santa Claus has been!

A little puppy!

He’s so cute!

- For me? - Yes, it’s for you.

- That one’s yours. - Don’t I get one?

What’s this present?

Why don’t I have one?

Just what I wanted!

What is it?

I’m wondering where my...

So I’m not sure if this one’s for Angela, Serena or...

Or I don’t know, maybe...

- Maybe for Anne. - Maybe for me?

What does it say?

- And it says? - It says...

It says Anne.

That’s right, missy.

Hold on...

Maybe you won’t like it.

He splashed out on you.

You’re mad.

It’s sublime.

Mr. Farad will see you now.

Counsel, I have a mandate to file criminal charges against you,

on the grounds of 222-22-3 for highly serious acts,

that my client wishes to denounce.

I wanted to know your position

and find out if you wish to reach an agreement.

Given the situation, with which I am very familiar,

and if I may say, counsel, far more so than you,

without complete distortion of the truth,

there’s no reason to cite Article 222-22-3.

My stepson should be aware I find his blackmail attempt abject.

We’re not asking what you feel.

Your client is a liar.

His accusations don’t hold water.

- As he knows. - Do not address him directly.

Simply inform me if you wish for us proceed or not.

I won’t hesitate to take this to court and the Bar Association.

I’ll accept your offer.

It’s for the best.

And I won’t waste any more of your time.

When you’ve drawn up our agreement, send it to my office.

Naturally.

Goodbye, Théo.

Why the fuck have you come back?

To see you.

Why?

To see you.

I thought we had an agreement.

There’s no fucking agreement!

I accepted everything. It cost me a fortune.

What more do you want?

Torment me?

Look at the state of you.

You’re drunk.

You’re out of control.

Be reasonable.

Stop!

Say you’re not in love with me.

You’re crazy.

Totally crazy.

You’re crazy too.

Crazy about me.

What was it?

It was Théo.

He was drunk. I called him a cab.

You’re freezing.

Pierre.

Be quiet.