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Are they biting?
-No, with you?

Powerful, isn't it?
-Yes.

Fun, isn't it?
-Yes.

And now?

His new passion.
-His only one?

I'm one too.

St�phane knows that if he cheats on me,
it's over.

I'm having dinner with the Delbesques.
No later than midnight, I hope.

Kiss.

Please send 27 roses to my wife.
Red ones.

And add a note saying...
An evening without you...

is an evening lost, like always.
-Damn, it's 8 o'clock.

Leaving from platform 3: train 813
to Marseille, Lyon, Paris.

Sir!

Step back from the train.
Close the doors. The train is leaving.

I would have said no to a short affair,
but a long journey of love, that...

That what?
-Just wait.

Damn!

Is it that urgent?
-Yes, quite.

I was starting to worry.
-I bet.

Good evening. Not too tired?
-The dinner never ended.

Good evening, darling.

I'm dead.

I'm going fishing for a bit.

I saw such a big one!

Your energy will never cease
to amaze me.

Good night.
-Good night.

St�phane?

St�phane, where are you?
-Oh, damn!

Are you cold?
-I'm shivering.

I must have caught something.

Excuse me, I have to dictate
an important letter.

Work.

A pity.
-Bye bye!

HAPPY EASTER

Will you be good?
-Oh, Sophie.

Or else no more Sophie.
-Me with all my work?

I have to work on the Rousseau account.
-Poor darling.

I'll be working late.
-I'll stay with you.

No way, your mother's
expecting you.

Hurry, if you want a seat
near the window.

Where did I put my egg?

You've got it.
-Are you sure?

Don't panic.

Air France 416 to Paris.
Last call.

Say hello to your wife and kids.
-This is so crazy...

Don't touch me.

So you don't love me anymore.
-If you go, it's over.

Your keys, asshole!

You're heartless!
-One day you'll pay for this.

May I?
-Go ahead. You're in a hurry.

Maggie? Julie speaking.
Can I stay with you?

I'll explain, but I don't want
to impose.

At 7 in the evening?
Alright.

Sure, don't stop.

Guy? It's me...

Yes, I understand. It's alright.
Happy Easter.

Jerk!

One moment.

Marl�ne Chataigneau's not home...
-What's she doing?

Is this almost over?

No cab and there won't be any.
So I suggest a cruise...

Monaco, Italy, the East, adventure.

Just Nice.

Goodbye adventure, goodbye cruise.
Just Nice. Follow me.

Captain St�phane welcomes
you aboard.

We'll do the Promenade des Anglais
in 1 minute and 17 seconds.

Our speed will be 210 km per hour.
-I get the picture.

Didn't you see the sign?
-I don't like looking at signs.

Slow down a bit, please.
-As you wish. I'll apply the flaps.

Life's strange.
My family wasn't rich.

I never got any gifts for Easter.

You're my first Easter present.

It's a miracle.

I was thinking...
-What about?

What if we drove in silence?
-Silence, the desert.

Fort Saganne.

Drop me off there.
-I'm having dinner. Are you coming?

I'm not hungry.
-Just a quick bite to eat.

We'll find a discrete little place.

Why 'discrete'?
-Quiet, I mean quiet.

Shall we go there?

I had shrimp there and I was sick
afterwards.

Ham with salad's less risky.
Drop me off there.

What's there?
-An Indian restaurant.

Don't you prefer a little bistro?
-No.

India... mystery of India.
Ghandi.

Good evening!
-Have you seen Ivan?

No.
-And Fanny?

No one tonight.
Would you like to dine?

Please go ahead.

We're very busy tonight.

Margelle, how are you?
-How are you?

I'm fine.
-And your parents?

They're in Saint-Tropez. And you?
-I'm alright.

Will this do?
-Perfect!

Have a seat.
-This is Sophia.

Hello.
-Hello.

Have we met before? I travel a lot.
-Maybe in a plane.

In a train.
-Have a nice evening.

We'll try.

He's an asshole and his father's
an old asshole.

Do you like Indian cuisine?
-I love real Indian cuisine.

It has to be authentic.
Is your ramavarshi good?

Of course.
-Ramavarshi can't be mediocre.

It has to be prepared well.
How do you prepare baramati?

Oh, the baramati...

Do you prepare it with
nashti or with tupola?

He's not a Hindu.
-You speak Hindu?

A few dialects. I'll have baramati.
We have to live dangerously.

Lamb with rice.
-And... drink...?

Champagne.
-And a coke.

Hindu women make great baramati.

For them, it's an aphrodisiac.
When they want a man...

they prepare him baramati.

I had the best baramati there.
-Bravo.

You remind me of Hindu women.
The charm, the grace...

the mystery and this music.
-Yeah, right.

Really, it's true.
-Aren't these holiday weekends terrible?

Excuse me?
-Put your wife on a plane and feel free.

Oh, my dear. My wife...
If you only knew.

Open marriage, right?
More like friends.

Yes, pretty much.
-I've heard that before.

I was just with a man who went
to see his 'friend'.

He has two children with this friend.

Some Karachi '78?
-I don't like it.

Excuse me.
I'm sorry, it's...

It's alright.

Definitely an asshole. Shall we go?
-Yes.

Do you call that baramati?
-It is baramati.

And you serve that?
Unbelievable! We're out of here.

Is this how you cook baramati?

No, we cook sardines.
I'm from Coimbra, in Portugal.

A Portuguese. Here, for you.
We're going.

I'm so sorry.
That's the second time.

I know.

I know this Russian place, where
you can try caviar.

No, thanks. I'm not hungry anymore.
-Nightclub, disco, drinks, dance?

No, I'm tired.

Something wrong?
-No, don't worry.

Good evening.

Shall I take you home?
-I have no home anymore.

How come?

I lived in the studio of that man and
I returned his keys.

That's not smart. Don't worry.
We'll find a hotel.

FULL
It's the same everywhere.

Can't you use a room somewhere?
-All my friends are gone.

You shouldn't have broken up during
Easter, especially when you're a guest.

Take me to the station.
I'll sleep there.

There.

Peace, a view of the sea, atmosphere.
And a mini-bar.

In that case we have to try
something else.

They're hard to find.
-Yes.

It's hard to find a man you like.

Shall we go?
-Where to?

Your place.
-My place?

Isn't that part of the Easter surprise?
-Yes, but...

Such enthusiasm.

That's not it...
-Weren't you alone?

Of course.
-Well then?

I have no right to speak.

My life isn't much, but you shouldn't
become the victim of assholes.

Who?
-Forget it.

Alright. Wake me up when you've
thought of something.

Julie, wake up. There it is.
-Where there?

I live at number 53.
We'll give it a go.

Why do you stop here?
There's room near number 53.

It's too much in the open. Do as I say.
Get the suitcase.

Get out.

You're getting on my nerves

It's there.
-What?

The back entrance.
Less dangerous.

This is a real detective story.

Wait.

Don't move.

Come.
-No patrols?

No, all's fine.

Sure?
-Yes.

Relax.
-I'd like to see you in this situation.

Turn on a light.
-Don't move.

Is this the first time?
-First time what?

That you're bringing a girl home.
-Poor girl...

Alright, I'll turn on the light.
At your risk.

Take a sedative.

I heard something...
-Most men don't eavesdrop like that.

Where is it?

What?
-The room.

Which room? Wait.
-Can we wait laying down?

Our adventure can't become common.

I've noticed.

Our meeting can't become
mediocre.

I don't see any mediocrity yet.

I don't want to love and own you
the way I did other women.

Fine, but hurry.
Or I'll fall asleep.

Wait! With you I dream about
moments...

about special moments.
-I understood.

Quiet!
-You're choking me.

They shouldn't hear us.
We have to love in silence...

even if you want to scream.
My wife! It's my wife!

So that's the mafia?
-It's my wife's elevator.

That's her way to take the elevator.
It's a trap, a trap.

Button up! Button up!
-What?

Your blouse!
-I can't button up any further.

I don't care.

It's her.
-We're not in bed.

I knew it, not at home,
never at home!

Here a bit too.

Let me do the talking.
Sit there and don't do anything.

This is going to take four hours
again.

We're entering an era of
economic recession...

that will, paradoxically, force
the industrial nations...

to an ultra capitalist foreign
policy...

and to a domestic policy that is
fundamentally socialist.

You're not going to bore her with your
politics, are you?

Is it you?
-It is difficult for me, Miss...

not to make fun of this.
-Yes, it's a silly situation.

Yes.

Because you inevitably start
to imagine things.

Inevitably?

Of course.
-Indeed, of course.

A difficult situation.
-Do you want me to join this dialogue?

No. I want to see how my husband
talks himself out of this.

As you wish.
-Because he's not in an...

easy situation.
-Ah no.

He puts his wife on a plane,
suddenly she comes back...

and she finds him with
a charming young woman.

Well, charming.
-Definitely.

My hair's a mess.
-It looks very good.

I'll leave you.
-The lady can ask some questions.

You didn't leave?

This is a typical example of
a bad reaction.

Whether you believe me or not,
I didn't leave.

But you boarded.
-One never expects a strike...

and that can ruin a marriage.

Come on, Sophie!
How can you even think... believe!

How can you think...
people are amazing.

I know.
-I'll explain.

Please, dear.

It's not what you think.

Do you know what I think?
-People are amazing.

They only need to see a man and
a woman together...

to write a novel about it.
Really, that's...

That's...

No... it's...
-Disgusting.

Nothing happened.
-Did I arrive too soon?

Look at her. She's a child.
I don't patrol the kindergarten gates.

So who is she? You haven't
told me yet.

That's Julie, Sophie.
-I see.

Yes, that's Julie.
-Yes and so what?

She's my daughter.

Did I hear you correctly?

Yes, she's my daughter!
It had to come out sooner or later.

She's my daughter.
My little girl.

A little girl that I had.
-Aren't you ashamed...

trying to make me believe that?

Where are you going?
-Tomorrow my lawyer will contact yours.

Sophie!
-You're not alone.

Enjoy your daughter. You can do all
kinds of things with such a big girl.

Don't say these things in front
of a child.

One thing I don't understand.

How could you hide her during our
marriage of ten years?

Could I tell you I already had
a child?

Why not?
-Maybe you don't need me anymore?

I'll see her off and then
we can talk.

Don't worry, I'll be gone.

How can you be jealous of this child?
Her body's hardly full-grown.

I only saw her three times a year.

It must have been sad without
your father.

Yes, because your father will always
be your father.

So you'd meet when I'd be gone...

She's never been here before.
Have you been here before?

No, never.
-Do you hear?

Where did you use to meet?
-I'll tell you.

I'm not afraid to tell you.
We'd meet in caf�s.

But today you met at home.

Today was different.
She called me. The phone rang.

Yes, that makes sense.
-She suddenly called.

There's always something happening.

And she said: 'Dad, I have to see
you right away.'

I said: 'Girl, do you realise
what time it is?'

'I'm going to bed. It's 11 pm.'
Because I was going to bed.

Yes.
-That's when she started crying...

dropped to her knees and said: 'Dad I
need to see you. It's important'.

So I said: 'Alright, let's meet at
the Place Mass�na'.

Yes.
-I didn't want her to come here.

No, you didn't want that.
-I felt something was wrong.

Sensitive, are we?

She said 'No, I'm coming' and hung up.
What would you have done?

What was so important?
-Trouble, always the same.

You know children.
-No, I don't.

Trouble.
Tell her why you came over.

Me?
-Yes, she won't believe me. Tell her.

Yes, it's easier that way.
-Considering where we're at.

Is that so?
-Tell me.

Why don't you say it?

I'm expecting a baby, madam.

That's what she came to tell me.
In the middle of the night...

You got her pregnant?
-Come on, Sophie. How dare you...

Excuse me...
-Tell her who the father is.

It's embarrassing.
-Tell her.

She doesn't know him.
-Tell her or she'll get crazy ideas.

It's a boy.
-Fine.

A pilot.
-A war pilot.

War pilot?
-When there's a war on...

Now he's waiting for the next one.
-And he doesn't want the child?

He split.
-And you don't want the child?

Listen... she's a student...
-You're a student?

Yes, a bit.
-In Nice?

No... Limoges. That's where she lives.
That's why she came to ask for money.

And that's why I gave her some.
-What does your mother say?

About what?
-Your condition.

She doesn't know.
-You haven't told her yet?

Didn't you tell mommy?
-No, did I have to?

I don't know...

I don't know what to do.
-She doesn't want to hurt mommy.

Mommy's so sensitive.
-It would kill her.

That's very sensitive.

When he left, she was between life
and death for a month.

That's over now.

But she kept saying:
'Do you think daddy will be back?'

'Won't he be back?'
-You know very well that mommy and I...

decided to split up together
and you know why.

I was so tiny when you left.
-Come on... tiny... tiny...

That's enough. I don't know...
How old were you then?

How old was she? How old?
-Yes, how old?

I don't know. She was a girl,
4 to 9 years old.

At that age you can understand...
-To leave the mother of your child.

It wasn't possible.
-Why not?

Why? Why?
-Yes, why?

Why? Ask her. She knows.

It's difficult...
-No, tell her. Tell her.

The truth is that our family
is so... so...

So strict.
-Sailors.

In Limoges?
-The canals...

Yes and granddad insisted that mother
married a sailor.

A maritime past... so touching.
-So mommy married a sailor?

Of course she married a sailor.
She only ever met sailors.

She was surrounded by them. One day,
she got fed up and picked one.

She brought him home.
Not just any sailor...

No, an officer.
A captain.

A captain. He was a captain
when they met.

I still remember him...
a handsome man...

a real sailor's face,
marked by sea water.

He had sea water everywhere.
His jacket was full of sea water.

He never came out of the sea water.
A fine man and I'm grateful to him...

because he helped her mother
forget about me...

which was hard for her...

because I was very handsome
and tall.

Yes, it's strange...
I've shrunk.

I've become fifteen centimetres
shorter.

Life's strange. Today you're 2m15,
tomorrow you're 1m75...

the next day, you're 1m40.
Life has highs and lows.

Now you know everything about me.
I feel exposed in front of you.

I'll go now.
-Yes, daughter.

Bye, daddy.
-Bye, little one.

You'll go back to the farm
and you'll look after the animals.

Are you staying in a hotel?
-Excuse me?

Are you staying in a hotel?
-We... she? She's with her aunt.

Which aunt?
-With... my aunt Marthe.

By the way... poor Marthe must
be worried.

Call her.
-She doesn't have a phone.

She has no phone?
-Not yet.

Let's go there!
-Where?

Where does your aunt live?
-In Maubeu... eh Monaco.

Monaco... 3 am and it's far.
-She can stay in the guest room.

But what about Marthe?
No, no... I'll take her.

She's so tired. I'll explain to
her aunt. Come with me.

Say something.
-Monaco at this hour...

She's crazy.
-If only my aunt lived closer.

But this is insane.
-I need to sleep.

Do you want a night gown?
-No, I always sleep naked.

I've been wanting to undress
for hours.

Here's the bathroom.
There are clean towels in the cupboard.

When I think of Marthe worrying...
Oh, my God.

Let him do his evening prayers.
Mecca's that way.

There.

We can talk more tomorrow.
I'd like to get to know you.

Oh, she's beautiful.
You've created a beautiful daughter.

Her shoulders are nicely rounded.
She looks a lot like you.

You have the same build as your dad.

I do?
-But more feminine.

Maybe, I didn't realize.

She's flat.
-What?

I mean your belly.
-I only just got pregnant.

Good night, little girl.
-Good night, daddy.

St�phane, are you asleep?
Come with me.

What an idea to let her spend
the night here.

She was so tired.
She hardly said anything.

You don't want her to say much.
-What's that supposed to mean?

Why do you interfere with the poor
child's life?

She's part of your life.
-You know my life.

Bits are missing...
You never talked about your past.

I'm very tired.

Everybody's tired tonight.
Is it the moon?

Quite possible. Sleep well.

Good night.

St�phane? St�phane?
-You woke me up.

Your eyes were open.
-When I'm very tired, my eyes stay open.

And you had a cigarette
in your mouth.

St�phane? St�phane?
What does she study?

I don't know. Fashion, bookkeeping...
Do you want to keep me awake?

I can't talk to Rousseau like this.
Do you know who he is?

He decides everything at the ministry.
-You turn everything into a drama.

If he refuses us the building permit,
I lose a million.

He won't refuse.
-You're just saying that.

The Baudrier company is a
serious competitor.

I know that company well. They got
all the work under all the governments.

He knows how to swim with the tide.

Don't get worked up. Go to sleep.
-Good night.

Good night.

Can't you sleep?
-You're unbelievable.

My night's ruined.
You've been keeping me awake.

I'll do some work on the
Rousseau account.

You sleep.

Did you hurt yourself?
-No.

What time does your plane leave
tomorrow morning?

I'm not going. I won't leave you.
-Why not?

Your condition.
-Which condition?

It would feel like I abandoned you.
We can spend the weekend in Saint-Paul.

Really... sometimes!
Sometimes!

Sometimes...

It's time big girls got up.

Let her sleep.
-Don't undermine my authority over her.

What time is it?
-Quarter past seven.

That's early.
-We have to go now.

Where to?
-To the station, the train, Limoges...

Ah, Limoges. It's early.
-Indeed, poor girl.

May I?
-I was just about to suggest it.

And your dad?
-Good morning, dad.

Be reasonable. Mum's waiting
in Limoges. She'll be angry.

Would you like some coffee?
-I think I have to.

No, no coffee!
-You're not even dressed yet.

That won't take long.
-You always need an hour. Have a seat.

Without coffee I don't
feel so well.

What was I going to do?
-Get ready.

Now you tell me.

What are you looking for?
-What?

What are you looking for?
-My jacket.

In the fridge, darling.

Very funny!
-On the back of your chair, as always.

I'd be surprised.

I have to go, or else...
-I feel guilty.

Why?
-I'm taking your father away from you.

My jacket's not on the chair.
-Did you check the other chair?

You said 'your chair'.
-Have a look.

Also check the back of the other
chair.

The back is the part you lean against.
-Yes, very funny. Julie!

You can't sleep now.
You have a train to catch.

I feel bad.
-Don't.

Bad about your mother.
-Oh, you know... mommy...

Where are they?
-Him again. What, darling?

My shoes.
-In the wardrobe.

My brown shoes?
-Yes.

And my belt?
-The belts are also in the wardrobe.

The other day I only saw belts in the
wardrobe and they're hard to walk on.

How did your mother react when she
heard he was getting married?

She was strong. You know...
a sailor's daughter.

And how did you react?
-I said: 'Dad, if it makes you happy...'

When you were six?
-I was very mature.

Did you see him afterwards?
-He picked me up from school every day.

In Limoges?
-Yes, in Limoges.

I have to intervene.
-Let her have breakfast.

We'll put it in a bag and she
can eat in the train.

When is it leaving?
-At 37 past.

37 past what?
-Past 8 or 9... I don't know.

I only remember minutes, not hours.

How long is the trip from Toulouse
to Limoges?

TV games are for the evenings.

Did you go to Toulouse every day?
-Excuse me?

Julie said you picked her up from
school every day.

Yes, so?
-In Limoges?

What's wrong with doing that in
Limoges?

When we just met, you were always
travelling to Toulouse.

Yes and I'm proud of it.
-Toulouse-Limoges, quite a trip...

to pick up your daughter
from school.

Yes, she went to school on Sundays.
-School on Sundays?

Yes, she often had to stay
in detention.

Can I use the bathroom?
-Certainly, dear.

Thanks.

I should have stuck her in a boarding
school until she was 25.

Then I'd have had some peace.
-Do you talk like that about her?

To say that I picked her up in Limoges.
She's lying.

Because she wanted to see you
more often.

I wanted to see more of her too.
Every hour, every minute of the day.

You don't know what it's like to see
your daughter only once a week.

To offer her a petty ice cream that
would always melt.

I had no money to give her expensive
ice cream.

It had always half melted already.
I still remember it.

Her hands full of vanilla. She'd say:
'Dad, I'm losing the vanilla.'

You know the sun in Limoges.

Julie, do you remember the little
patisserie we used to go to?

That patisserie was my entire childhood.
-And the little place on the corner?

It was called 'Les deux rues'.

I'm warning you. if you're
not done in 5 minutes...

I'm warning you.
Julie, I'm warning you.

I guess you've been warned.

She should keep it.
-What?

The child. She should keep it.

Don't start that.
It's not possible.

What if I look after it?
-I forbid it.

I'll tell you something surprising.
I want that child.

That's all we needed.

Let's adopt a child.
Asian, black, Swiss...

Nobody ever adopts those little Swiss.
It's unfair.

Thank you.

Quick, girl.

I'll get you!
-Are we getting the scene now?

Of course.
-Who came up with the daughter story?

Don't abuse it!

Poor man. If I didn't support your
sad story about the secret dad...

you'd have lawyers after you.
-Such a good girl...

Lawyers, my ass. You should have left.
-I was tired.

I always go to bed early.
Around 11 pm.

I can just see Sophie arrive home.
-Yes, indeed.

A daughter my age in bed
with her father is a bit retarded.

Alright... are you ready?

We were just leaving.
-I'm coming too.

Why?
-You're too nervous to drive.

Come, dear..

Hurry!
-Was there no closer spot?

Apparently not.

Hurry, you'll miss your train.

Drive...
Don't forget the handbrake.

You're so slow.

Tell me about yourself.
-Look at the road.

Your daughter has come into my life...
-Don't exaggerate. Overtake him!

Why do you go that way?
-It's faster.

Why the Rue Maccarani?
It's a mess at this hour.

Damn.

Take your time!

He's crazy. That's bad for his back.
-The poor guy.

This one.

It's strange. Suddenly a woman
who used to know your husband...

Well, know...
-Yes, you knew him.

No, this one's not for here.

What was he like?
-Not very tall, blue eyes...

Yes, that I know.
-I mean, he already had bulging eyes.

That didn't take long.
-It's strange...

When I met him, he was so boyish.

Don't talk to me!
Do not talk to me!

Are you stopping for a red light now?
-Yes, seemed like a good idea.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

No, there's a spot there. Come.

Aren't we lucky?
-Yes, darling.

You're not putting me on the train
to Limoges, are you?

Has she got her ticket yet?
-She'll buy one on the train.

The 37 past... which platform?
-Which 37?

To Limoges.
-Change trains in Toulouse, but...

that train has left.
The next one will leave at 3:13 pm.

Oh no, oh no!

I've never seen this before. A father
trying to get rid of his daughter.

If she's late, her mother will
go ballistic.

Can't you call her?
-She has no phone.

She has no phone either?
-No, she doesn't.

Call the neighbours then.
-She doesn't have any.

How can she have no neighbours?
-She can't afford any.

Excuse me. There must be
another one.

There's a train at 10.54 am.
Change trains once.

In Saarbr�cken. In Sa... Yes...
-That's enough.

You go to work and we'll go shopping
and have lunch and then she takes...

the train of 3:13 pm.
-No.

Are you still there, St�phane?
-Where else would I be?

Leave us alone.
I won't eat your daughter.

You're so stupid!

Of course, darling.

Hello. -Can I see the blouse in
the shop-window?

You're afraid, aren't you?
-Me?

All men are the same. Afraid of their
own wife. I won't make a mistake.

I'm old enough to talk to your
wife.

No, you don't know Sophie.
She's a Cyrano de Bergerac.

She's able to get any information
out of you.

I seem to be a bit of fresh air
in her life.

And she in mine.

Life's not about fresh air.

Do you like it?
-Not bad.

Take it.
-No.

It's a present. Please.

It's my pleasure.

Come, Julie.
-Are you buying that, sir?

No.

I'm confused.
-I'm making up for your father.

He must have been stingy.

Aren't you forgetting Rousseau?
-Of course not.

Mr Margelle is very punctual,
normally.

Capital's always behind.

He must have a problem.
-He'll have more problems.

I'm only here because the minister
wants us to look at all proposals.

We're not sectarian, but his
competitor Baudrier...

deserves our attention for being
a social employer. A worker's employer.

When you get to know Margelle better,
you'll appreciate him too.

A man who started with nothing.
-All I know is that he's late.

It's 10.30. You're late.
Will you stay with the car?

Come, Julie. We'll get a coffee.
-Let's go.

Are you getting out too?
-So what?

To get a coffee?
-Yes, I don't trust your taste.

Don't you like my coffee?
-The last coffee you made was awful.

Have a nice day, ladies.
-I've never seen a chick like this.

I bet you don't often get them
like this.

Certainly not.

A science fiction chicken.
Close Encounters of the Third Chicken.

Julie, it's so beautiful.

Julie, you have to keep it.

Keep what?
-Your baby.

Your father and I have discussed it.
-You have?

She can't.
Can't you see she has no hips?

I could do it, but not her.
You have to give me a lift.

Come with me. I'm in
such a state.

The presence of a woman won't hurt.
-Don't you have a secretary?

She's not the woman you are.
You're a real woman, Sophie.

I know.
-I need you there.

Another employer refusing the dialogue.
His loss.

Another coffee?
-I've had enough for the day.

What can I do?
-Nothing, I have everything I need.

Apologies, traffic, a faulty elevator,
my wife.

Show me your latest proposals.
It's late.

I think it's a good balance between
cost and luxury.

No luxury. The art centre's
intended for workers.

I agree with you.
-What's that made of?

The first layer is marble.

Marble has gone out of fashion.

Use metal, more proletarian
and cheaper.

We already have a quote.
-I know, Baudrier...

A company that needs help.
-So do I, sir.

Without this project, I'll go broke.
I kept the price low.

Not low enough.
-Will you excuse me?

Of course, madam.
-The shops are closing early.

I won't be long.
-I think you will.

We'll lower the price as much as we can.
-Come to St. Paul by car.

But how about the girl?
-I'll look after her.

But Sophie!
-What is all this?

My wife had an operation.

She's nervous and depressed.
I can't leave her alone.

She had an operation...
-Everybody had an operation, madam.

My whole family, but I kept on working.
-He deserves to be helped.

He's enterprising, has a strong
feeling of responsibility.

The secretary in love with the boss.
The old class system.

Sophie!

What's this? I didn't ask
for a stretcher.

Limoges, the platform, my daughter,
my wife... all gone!

Let me get off this thing!

My head.
-We have to do a radioscopy.

No radio...
I have plenty of radio's.

Be reasonable. It could be brain
damage.

No, brain damage doesn't run
in the family.

Julie! Stop them!
-Give him a sedative.

My head...

My poor head, Julie.

Limoges... 15:13 pm...

Change trains in Saarbr�cken...

I was supposed to see my mother.
-Do it tomorrow.

I also didn't see her for Christmas.
-You know it's your father's birthday?

Yes, of course.

So we're throwing a party,
with friends and neighbours.

We didn't know you were coming.

What a present for him. You never used
to celebrate Easter together, did you?

Not really.
-Thanks, Marguerite.

What about my mother?
-I'll call her and explain.

You know she has no phone.

Can't she be reached in
emergencies?

Yes.
-Alright then, Julie.

Give me the number.
-I'll call her, or she'll worry.

The telephone's there...
Marguerite, I'll help with diner.

Marl�ne Chataigneau isn't home...
-Can you tell my mother I can't make it?

Yes, I'll explain.

Julie speaking. If Jean calls,
I'm at 88 24 32, in Saint-Paul.

STORAGE ROOM

Is there no more room here either?

Well?
-No.

No, they're not expecting us.
Who gives birth six weeks early?

On Ascension day, my wife would be gone.
No problem.

Diligence at work's good,
but when you're giving birth...

Hey!

Come, Genevi�ve, you're not
a child anymore.

She needed to have children.

Tell me about it.

Idiot!

In second gear, we might go faster
than 35.

I hope they have room in Saint-Roch
Hospital, the night before Easter.

Give people some time off and
they want to give birth.

My wife and children are waiting to
go on a trip to the countryside with me.

Bloody hell!

And he's black too!
Happy Easter.

What's happening?

Emergency, doctor?
-Yes a broken leg. St-Paul, fast!

We'll be there in no time.

Drive... we can't become slack.

Take it in a bit here... Your dad
will be so glad to see you here.

Is it here?
-Yes.

I often operate from home.
They force you to moonlight.

Congratulations.
-You gave me a fright.

What happened?
-I'll explain.

Our friends are here. I called them at
the last moment. Nice of them, isn't it?

Very friendly.
-Happy birthday.

What a joke!
Always up to something.

I thought this would be funny.

And now the surprise!

This is Julie, my stepdaughter.
St�phane's daughter.

Have you been hiding her from us?

She's here for her father's birthday.
Happy birthday, darling.

She's my daughter, my daughter,
my very daughter.

Isn't she beautiful?

You won't wear this all night,
will you?

Can you serve drinks?
-Of course, mommy.

She calls me mommy because I knew her
when she was this high.

I hope you can explain this.
-You have to do the explaining.

You're here?

Your secretary almost dragged me along.
She's very convincing.

That's funny.
-It's to entertain the guests.

Forgive my wife. The operation...
She doesn't know what she's saying.

She seems fine.
-Yes, because we have company.

It distracts her.
-I'll give you a last chance.

The minister wants a decision on Monday.
-I've invited him to dinner.

Great.

Come, get dressed.

I'll change into a skirt and
join you.

Excuse me, a coat...
After that operation...

This class is becoming extinct.

Why didn't she take her train?
-Don't you want her on your birthday?

What about her mother?
-We've informed her.

That stupid Miss Fleury.
I told Rousseau I'm almost broke...

and she takes him here.
And you invite him to dinner...

with friends who make the Rothschilds
look like communists.

You're never happy.
-What's this?

What's this?
-It's for Julie.

When I was a kid, we used to
hide Easter eggs.

I have Robespierre in the living room
and you hide Easter eggs? You're sick.

What would you like? Scotch? Port?
-Yes, that's fine.

Excuse me?
-Scotch-port.

Mixed?
-Yes, I find port too sweet.

Scotch makes it dry again.
-Not bad for someone who's almost broke.

And a beautiful chest of drawers
-It's all old stuff.

Old family stuff.
-Louis XV, Louis XIII, Renaissance.

Yes, I knew his name was Ren�, but...
-Mr Rousseau?

A tomato juice.
-With vodka?

No, just tomato.
-Really?

Yes, really.
-He said just tomato.

Excuse me.

And for daddy?
-Carrot juice with a bit of beetroot.

This is a Renoir.
-A Renoir?

Didn't you know?
-I'm not good with names.

When I like a painting...
the colours... but the name...

And a Monet?

They write so poorly.

The government is incapable.
-They're ruining the economy.

I say that all the time.

They're terrible.
-They're ruining France.

The country's in ruins.
-An egg!

Look, Mr Rousseau, she's
found it.

Beautiful.

This is unbelievable.

Don't criticise an old French
tradition.

You have a charming daughter.

Dinner's served.
We can talk more at the table.

Julie, will you look after Mr Rousseau?
-Yes, mommy.

Sir, you here, please.
-Call me William.

I'm warning you. We only have
lamb and caviar for starters.

Isn't caviar a luxury?
-Everything's a luxury, these days.

A very Orthodox Russian friend brings
it for us.

Have a bit more.
-No, thank you.

I feel like I'm eating our foreign
currencies.

No, thanks.

Russian caviar has a Marxist aftertaste
that you must like.

Did you read Marx?

Yes.
-She adores him.

She always talks about him.
'Oh daddy, Marx! Oh daddy, Marx!'

He was very perceptive.
-I used to read his comics in the paper.

Do you like social authors?
-They're all she reads.

I have them all.
-Diderot, Montesquieu?

La Fontaine.
-Was he social?

Certainly.
-In what way?

In 'The Raven and the Fox'.
-You think?

You can feel the man's suffering.

In the 'Raven and the Fox'?
-Maybe on the branch...

When you think about that bird
with the munster cheese...

because it was munster cheese.
People disagree about it.

They thought it was camembert, but then
they dug around near the tree...

and they found bits of munster
cheese.

Alain Decaux was the first to write
about it.

That's going so far...

If you consider La Fontaine a militant,
you can find more militant fables...

'Death and the Woodman',
'The Labourer and his Children'.

'The Cobbler and the Financier'.
-'The Wolf and the Lamb'.

'The Mussel and the Pumpkin'.
-'The Mussel and the Pumpkin'?

'The Mussel and the Pumpkin'?
-Are you sure?

It's not very well-known.
-Indeed.

What's that fable about?
-Yes?

It's a mussel that sits in its shell.
-Well done by a mussel.

And she meets a pumpkin.
-Unusual.

She meets a pumpkin at the market and
the pumpkin says to her...

'Aren't you ashamed to open
up for just anyone?'

Indeed.

It sounds better in rhyme.

And the mussel replies: 'Madam,
I offer myself. I'm generous.'

But you have to be opened with a knife.
-They learn special things in Limoges.

It's not La Fontaine's best.
-Are there many unpublished fables?

Yes... 'The Coward, his Wife
and the Other Woman'.

Are you expecting anyone?
-No.

Excuse me.

Is my daughter here?
I want to see my daughter.

I know she's here.
-Now what?

Julie! My little Julie.
-Mommy. This is my mother.

You're a monster!

You were going to spend Easter with me.
-I'll explain later.

Good evening, madam.
-Everything alright?

Mommy, meet...
-This is...

I'm always alone, like a poor dog.

I left a number on your answering
machine.

For your guy, not for me.
I was able to find the address.

This will help.
-I already had a bit.

Forgive me, I came in like a whirlwind.
-That's alright.

Yes, it is.

She must think I'm an idiot.
-That's enough.

Don't use that tone.
-Please, Lucienne...

Lucienne? -I know you don't
like to be called that.

Did you come from Limoges?
-That's not very far.

With the Concorde, it takes no time.
-We'll make room for Julie's mother.

No! No!

We'd better go.
-I didn't want to interrupt anything.

Did you know it's St�phane's birthday?
-Happy birthday.

She had forgotten.
-Some company makes me feel better.

She doesn't understand.
She's as selfish as her father.

She loves a joke.
-She left me just like her father.

She's funny.
You're mother's really charming.

We started a small business with
my savings.

He spent it all.
-This isn't interesting.

Social cases are always interesting.
-Definitely.

He was a loser who always lived off
someone else's money.

We fight against that.

He spent my money on women and
cooked the books to hide it.

How about that?
-He was young...

That man... if you only knew.

We know. We know.

A sneaky liar!
-Aren't you exaggerating?

I can tell you don't know him.
-I do a bit.

But I still loved him.
I was crazy about him.

Forgive me, but when I feel relaxed,
I open up.

We're learning a lot.

I almost can't talk anymore.

Oh no. I shouldn't have trusted him,
from the start.

We went to a hotel and I had to pay.
-Darling, don't you feel well?

Excuse me.
-Maybe you're hungry.

Yes, I'm starting to get hungry.
-A good piece of lamb...

St�phane.
-Wait, I'll work on him!

I'm a magnetizer. I have a gift.

That's how I could raise my child
when that man abandoned me.

The bastard!

Magnetizer Marl�ne...

Marl�ne?

I'll work on him.

Don't be stupid. What's
the problem?

Don't fight it, St�phane.
Don't fight it!

I have to leave this family gathering.
I have a busy day tomorrow.

I need to talk to you.
-Is that really necessary?

Stuffing yourself with caviar at the
workers' expense is a class tradition.

Bringing the mother of your child to
despair and alcoholism...

confirms what I thought, but to then ask
money from the nation...

is simply disgusting!
-This is a terrible misunderstanding!

You're the kind of man who disgusts me.
I say so without sectarianism...

and we give financial aid to people
who are more worthy of it.

William?
-I've already contributed.

Madam, it's time for the lamb.
-Some lamb before you go, Mr Rousseau?

No, absolutely not.
-Really?

You're getting my expensive
clothes wet.

This is really...

Mr Rousseau?

Please listen...
-I have a lot of sympathy for you.

I'd like to talk to you.

Come to my lecture tomorrow.

I'll be there. I just wanted to
make one thing clear.

I love my father a lot.

Thank you.
-It was nothing.

It was very, very good.
-St�phane, we'll call.

Happy birthday.
-Happy Easter.

You win.
-Whose fault is that?

Don't start.

She can't have been too bad
when she was twenty.

I'll throw her in the pool.
That will freshen her up.

Don't be stupid.
You can see she's in a coma.

What do we do with her?
-Put her in the blue room.

You want everybody to spend
the night here. Doorbell, to bed!

Are you feeling better?
-It comes and goes!

Look at your poor dad with his
family on his back.

What do we do with the lamb?
-We don't need it. The party's over.

Sophie, dear Sophie.
I want you.

I've been wanting you all evening.
-Is your ex giving you ideas?

I made a mistake when I was young,
but towards you I've always...

been courteous, sensitive,
sensual.

Not with your family downstairs.
-I want you.

Julie? Sophie!

Sophie. Sophie.
-I'm Sophie and you're out.

Out!

A pity!

It would have been so good.
-Out, I say.

Terrible! I can't do anything!
What a night!

Get your mother and get out.
-As soon as she's able...

Able or not.

You drive me crazy.
I want a romantic night with you.

30 seconds of love, hidden
in a closet.

No, a whole hour.
A long hour, all for us.

Are you making fun of me?
-20 minutes then.

He's crazy!

Go away!

He's crazy! I'm too young
to be the other woman.

You were beautiful tonight,
Marguerite.

Good. My husband is home tonight.
I'm trying to hurry, you understand?

Yes, of course.

Good night and happy Easter.

Yes, happy Easter.

It's one of those nights.

Hello.
-Hello.

You're up early.
-So are you.

Hasn't she left?
-Who?

The other two.
-She's still here, apparently.

What's she doing?
-Don't panic.

Why would I panic?
-Because you're afraid.

Afraid of what?
-Of being found out.

Listen... don't talk nonsense.

I didn't sleep well and I don't
feel too good.

Keep your fantasies to yourself,
because I'm getting fed up.

My poor St�phane...

You're so in love.
-What?

She's got that slightly common style
that you love.

I forbid you to call Julie common.
-Don't piss me off.

You know I'm talking about Lucienne.
-Lucienne?

Yes, who you still love...
and she you.

I love Lucienne?

I'll tell everybody. It will be
a bigger hit this winter than Monopoly.

I love Lucienne.

Sorry, but that's hilarious.
-Have you understood?

You loved each other. So convince his
wife... with a bit of class so it...

doesn't look like he seduced a slut.
-I'll do it with dignity and style...

And maybe a bit of nostalgia.
Goodbye... goodbye.

Don't overdo it.

That woman and me?
-But there's proof.

When you're young, you take anyone.
I did it while I was waiting for you.

I didn't love her, Sophie.
It was only physical.

The clouds will disappear and this
will be a beautiful Easter day.

St�phane, my dear, my dear!

Lord, help me if you're in the
neighbourhood.

I'm leaving.
-Yes, so?

Seeing you gets to me.
-Me too.

Your hands. Your hands that touched
me everywhere.

I didn't forget them.

Goodbye, Sophie!
-Goodbye, dear.

Everything has been said, hasn't it?
-Do you mind if I hug him?

I insist even.
-Is this really necessary?

Goodbye.

Come, mommy.
-Say goodbye to dad.

Goodbye, dad.
-Goodbye, girl.

By the way, Catherine,
little Catherine...

Catherine?

Your youngest daughter. She looks
even more like him.

You have another daughter?

Maybe I shouldn't have...
-What are you saying?

I don't know...
-That girl isn't mine.

Maybe not...
-Learn to count.

Terrible.
-What?

The role you make me play.
-What role?

The role of home wrecker, ruining
a family with two children.

What are you going to do?
-I'll leave you to your family.

Sophie?
-Don't touch me!

No, Sophie! Listen...
-Listen to me, Sophie.

Give me a wall, so I can commit
suicide against it.

I played it well, didn't I?
-Why mention another daughter?

It made it seem more real.
It convinced Julie.

So you knew? Why did you let me
carry on for two days?

His age is dangerous for
a man's heart.

Cholesterol, sense of adventure...
That has to end quickly.

And is he cured now?
-Yes, after what he's been through...

He won't easily do it again.
-But you didn't expect my mother.

No and I've been lucky.
he comes home with a pretty girl...

and he leaves with her mother.
-You're not letting him leave, are you?

Yes, I want to see how far he'll go.

She's not the woman for you.
-Who?

Your wife, of course. She didn't make
a good impression on me last night.

I don't care about your
impressions.

Sophie, don't leave.
-I'm not leaving.

What about the suitcase?
-It's yours.

What?
-I can't live with you like this.

I'd keep thinking of the family
you abandoned.

I have to wake up.
-I'm giving him back.

Forget I ever stole him from you.
-But madam...

I'll give you some prunes
I prepared for him.

Won't you miss him?

Now what? Confess or divorce
and marry my mother?

With women, you're James Bond, but at
home you're a coward.

That's enough.
-Women and children first...

I've seen it before.
-Damnit.

Now, on the couch? Would be gutsy.
-Are you finished?

I'd rather go to Rousseau.
-Rousseau?

He invited me.
-Some guts.

No, charm.

Women like tyrants. He'd chop your head
off and throw the rest in a salt mine.

He's an evil asshole. It takes guts
to tell him that.

But you were sucking up to him.

Me, sucking up?
-Yes, you. The James Bond of panic.

Bloody hell.
-What?

Damn.

Write to me how it ends.

The James Bond of panic.
We'll see about that!

Nice exit.

Where are you going?
-Where are the keys?

But that's my car!

Stop him! Murderer!

I'll show them I'm not panicking.

Rousseau has charm... Here, idiot!

This is not the right moment.

Hello. Hello.

Get ready to hang.

007 is scared.

And as a representative of the French
government...

I pay tribute to the genius
of mankind.

Considering all these marvels...

one wonders how borders can
even continue to exist.

The differences are fading...

to make place for...

an intense feeling of joy
that one feels...

witnessing these sublime
manifestation...

of the human spirit.

That asshole's trying to get
my daughter.

THE BROTHERHOOD OF ART AND CULTURE

One immediately feels good...

noble...

united.

The idiot! Get him!

We're brothers...

We're brothers...

Calm. Let's stay calm.

Let him. Anyone can give their opinion.
We're not sectarian, Margelle.

Let him go.

You're walking away.
You don't fraternize with everybody.

What do you want from me?
-A kiss.

A big, brotherly kiss.

Excuse me...
He also wants to seduce my daughter.

Bastard!

Racist? Not pretty.

Careful.

No, leave him to me.

Thanks.
-My pleasure.

Leave him to me!

My car! Asshole!

Well done! Justice! Lunatic!

Not in front of our daughter.

Daughter? You think I'd have a daughter
with an asshole like that?

Shut up!

My daughter!
-She's not yours! Get lost.

The bitch cheated on me!

I sacrificed my youth for her
and she's cheated on me.

He's crazy.
-I raised her like my own.

For twenty years I thought she was mine.
I bought her ice creams.

Double cones... vanilla and pistachio.
I'm a broken man...

judge... excuse me, officer.
-The bitches!

Yes, bitches.
-Let's go!

Yes, let's go.

Can I kiss my wife?
-Go ahead.

Will you wait for me?
-You were very good.

My daughter!
My poor lost daughter!

Was that for daddy or for St�phane?
-For you.

Why do women always have to lie?
Don't they realize the hurt they cause?

I hate lies!

Thank you for intervening,
commissioner.

It wasn't easy.
Tell him he has to pay for the damage.

Anyway, he's being released.
He won't be long.

Thank you, Roger.

To think that little Roger Puglia
became commissioner like his dad.

Yes, indeed.
-Little Roger with who I played on...

the beach. You've grown up.

I'm glad I did. I was five then.

You have your fathers eyes.
Look at them, beautiful.

Beautiful. It's fantastic.

This is unbelievable!

Sophie... that young man... you!

But sir...
-Come on, St�phane.

Come on...
-This is Roger.

Roger?
-My little Roger.

Your little Roger?
-Little Roger Puglia!

Puglia?
-He's my son.

My son!

The bitches!