All language subtitles for Coup de chance (2023).Retail

(Stroke of Luck)

Fanny?

Fanny Moreau?

Alain Aubert.

Wait, didn't you write for the
school newspaper?

I did, yes.

Lycée Français in
New York.

It's crazy to run into you here.
What are you doing?

I-I-I was going to work...

I used to see you in the halls.

We both had the same teacher
for Literature.

Mme. Dufresne?

Yes, I liked her a lot.

"Dead leaves picked up
by the shovelful."

I can hear her voice
as you say it.

"You see, I have not forgotten..."

"So are memories and regrets."

Jacques Prévert.

Right. It was already Paris.

Which way are you going?

I'm going to my office.
But...

Oh, you work here?
You moved here?

Yes... weren't you headed
the other way?

That's the beauty of being a writer,
you make your own hours.

At the time my father worked
for a French company

stationed in New York
so I went to the Lycée.

And my father worked at the U.N.
They're gone now.

So you're a writer?

It's incredible bumping into you.

What a coincidence.

Yes I'm a writer.

I'm in town for the summer.
I'm writing a book.

Of course it's taking longer
than I thought.

But I lived in Paris once.

When I was married.
It's a long story.

I remember your articles in
the school paper.

They were the only thing
worth reading.

Now I'm really flattered.
So you live here?

My husband works here.

And what do you do?

I work at an auction gallery.

So you're not Fanny Moreau anymore.

I'm Mme. Fanny Fournier.

I'm surprised you recognized me.

I'd know you anywhere.

I used to have such a crush on you.
Don't get me started.

Here's where I work.

I'm only a few blocks from here.

So you don't live here.

No, I've lived a few places.

Right now I'd say London.

What's your book about?

Oh god, is it ten to three?

It was nice seeing you.
Good luck with the book.

Hey listen, if you ever
want to have lunch

and reminisce,
I'm free as a bird.

Sure. I'm here.

What is your married name?
Fournier?

Madame Fournier.

The people from Monaco are
auctioning off the whole estate.

The jewels, the paintings, the costume
collection which is fabulous.

Are you writing this down?

We'll have to put in an appearance
at the party and we can leave.

I'd love Edgar to get us to
the country before it's dark.

You said we could stay in
the city this weekend.

I know but the weather's
so beautiful and Bernard and Chloé

are coming
with Pierre Hersant.

You look dynamite.

That dress looks wonderful,
that's how I like you.

Let the other husbands eat
their hearts out.

Don't you think it's
a little too sexy?

There's no such thing.
It's like being too rich.

Here, I picked up something for you.

Oh, Jean.

It's beautiful but it's
too extravagant.

Good, I want to spoil you.

You do spoil me.

Let me show you what
I bought myself. C'mere.

- Look.
- This one there?

Yes! That's the one.

Look, it's a vintage Märklin
and it works perfectly.

You never grew up.

I grew up, believe me.
Hey, put it on.

Is something wrong?

No, it's beautiful.
I always feel a little self-conscious

wearing such high-end jewelry.
It's not really me.

Maybe it's not who you were when I met
you but I took one look at you

that New Year's Eve and I said - she's a
princess and before the year ends

she's going to be my queen.

Here, put it on.

So really you're the spoiled one
who always gets what he wants.

What can I say,
you were a pushover.

I was vulnerable.

You gonna tell me you had too much
to drink? Wear it tonight.

Not with this dress.

Stop it, put it on.

It's lovely but you know I always feel
self-conscious in fancy jewelry.

Once a rebel, always a rebel.

But now you're a society lady.

Do we really need to have
another weekend in the country?

All you guys go hunting or hiking
and I'm not very outdoorsy.

Then just get some rest,
some reading done

and enjoy some
freshly shot deer.

- And some of those wives...
- You're thinking of Delphine.

She's so full of herself and so
materialistic. Talk about shallow.

Stop complaining and
put on the ring.

I want my wife to be the most
elegant woman in my peer group.

My ring may be high society but
my soul is still a rebel.

I'll handle your soul.

You knock 'em dead with
your entrance.

You're making me into
a trophy wife.

Believe me, nobody's ever gonna say
you're a trophy wife.

There's Jean Fournier and
his trophy wife.

Don't say that. She's adorable.
And bright.

I agree. They make a
lovely couple.

He's a very lucky man,
no question.

Well he's so charming.

I find him very attractive.

Yes, and it doesn't hurt that he's
so delightfully solvent.

He's supposed to be
a brilliant businessman.

But what the hell
does he do?

Nobody can ever pin down exactly
how he makes his money.

What are you implying?

Not that there's
something shady?

I know he's very generous
with charities.

But I know what she's saying.
He's a Gatsby-like figure.

You're never sure exactly what
he's involved in.

Don't ever say I said this but
didn't one of his business partners

come to some bad end?

He drowned or absconded.

They say it was suicide,
or even murder.

I never heard that.

Yes, I heard it too.
He disappeared.

I shouldn't talk because
I don't know.

Come on tell us!

Ok, ok.

There was something in the papers
when it happened but

it was before my time here.

He drowned or whatever.

And Jean stood to gain.
I don't know, it's all gossip.

Thank god for gossip.

Without it we'd be stuck
with real facts.

She's not wrong.

- It's all gossip.
- Yes.

Wow!
What an attentive husband.

It's beautiful.

It's a quid pro quo.

I buy her things like that and
she comes with me

to the country even though she
hates the outdoors.

No, I love swimming. That's the
extent of my athleticism.

Her mother's the adventurous
one in the family.

Loves to hike, kayak,
fish and even to hunt.

None of it rubbed off.

By the way we're going to the
countryside this weekend.

Would you be interested in
hunting deer?

- It's a lot of fun.
- Love to but I can't.

- It's a good energy release.
- We're vegetarians.

Vegetarians?
Sorry, I didn't know.

So any news or gossip
to get my adrenaline going?

Tell me my friend...

Do you want a drink?

You're bored, but I have to spend
another weekend in the woods.

I know. It's beautiful but dull.

I'll finish Appointment in
Samarra, which I love.

Thank you.

Oh, I was on Avenue Montaigne
and I ran into a guy

I haven't seen since
high school.

He recognized me right away.

See, you've retained your
girlish figure.

It turns out he had a
mad crush on me.

And he tells you that now?

All those years came back to me.

That's all I could think about at
work this afternoon.

That was the happiest
time in my life.

My whole future seemed so full
of promise before I screwed it up.

What I remember about this guy is
his jeans and burgundy jacket.

I wonder if he had spoken
to me then

if he told me he had a big crush on
me, would it have led to something?

A very different life for me?

Would you want a different life?

The one thing I learned from
my first marriage is that

you don't have to work at it.
Or shouldn't have to.

It shouldn't be a chore, it should be
something you look forward to.

I was at an auction only once.

Pierre and I bid on a pair
of diamond clips

that originally belonged
to Marie-Antoinette.

- Did you get them?
- I did.

And I wore them to
a summer ball the Prince

was giving in Monaco.
They were much admired.

I would hope, for what I paid.

And we're really going for deer?

I don't know if I have the nerve
to shoot a deer.

Me neither!

If I came face to face with a deer,
I couldn't pull the trigger.

- But we will see.
- Anyone who would look a deer

in the eye and kill it
is capable of infanticide.

- It's so tasty.
- And this wine is delicious.

It's a 2010.
I thought of you.

I recommend you all do
an eating tour of Japan.

I'm not a big fan of
Japanese cooking.

I'm glad you like it. The cook is
off this weekend.

Ours quit.

We've been looking but it's
so hard to find good help.

And it's hard to keep them.

Especially a cook.

I know what you mean, and Pierre
is so particular.

You were right, Delphine is
a bit snobbish...

They admire you.

Well it doesn't hurt that I give
generously to their foundations.

Chloé asked me yet again
exactly what you do.

I told her I'm married to you and
I can't figure it out.

For Christ's sake, why does everyone
have me down as the mystery man?

I've explained it to you
many times.

And yet I still...

I make money for people. That's
as simple as I can put it.

Wealthy people come to me whose desire
it is to become more wealthy

or to minimize their taxes or to pass
their wealth on to their children.

It's hard to do, so I help them.

And from that I earn
my daily bread.

And everything's legal?

Practically.

Fanny? It's Alain.

Alain Aubert, your classmate.

Oh hi. What's up?

I'm just outside your office and
I thought if you were free for lunch

today, or any day this week...

Oh, um... Yes.
I can have lunch today.

Great.

I know a great place right in
the neighborhood.

I don't have much time
and it's so nice out.

I was thinking of eating
in the park.

It's exactly my thought.

I'll get some sandwiches and meet you
in front of your office building.

At twelve-thirty? One?

Great.
See you soon.

I live right over there.

What's your story?
Are you married? You have a family?

Divorced, no kids.

I don't know if you remember her,
I married Anne Sorel.

- No.
- She went to our school.

She played in the production
of L'Alouette by Jean Anouilh.

I didn't know her.

Very pretty.

- Actually...
- What?

I fell in love with her because
she reminded me of you.

Don't get embarrassed.

How can I not?

Well you had that great natural
look, very bohemian.

I just couldn't take
my eyes off you.

I'm flattered and embarrassed.

And you were so popular.

Yes, I should have paid more
attention to school and less to boys.

Where do you want to sit?

- Here?
- Yes.

Anyhow, I started dating Anne

and one thing led to another
and we moved to Paris,

and eventually got married,
then reality set in.

How long were you married?

Not long.

A few years was all
either of us could take.

I never realized breaking up
could be so messy.

I left Paris, I never wanted
to see it again.

I moved to Barcelona, then London,
now I'm back doing this book.

Yes, when a marriage doesn't
work it's painful.

I always figured you'd marry
a painter or a poet.

You'd live in a garret.

Close. I married a musician.
Very sensitive but drugs.

That's sad.

Then at a New Year's party,
Jean noticed me across a crowded room

and became besotted with me.

I was besotted with you too.

I was dying to talk
to you but...

Low self esteem
won the day.

I was really lost and he led me
out of a dark place.

- Kids?
- No.

What's he do?

Makes rich people richer.

Nice.

Tell me about your book.

- You really want to know?
- Yes.

It's about a Parisian nightclub singer
and a jazz drummer.

And I realize I knew very little
about that world.

I've never been to any of
the jazz clubs in Paris.

- You want some chestnuts?
- Oh yes.

One cone, please.

You got it.

It's really about irony.
How ironic life can be.

How we're ruled by chance
and coincidence.

And what a farce life is,
a black farce.

Keep the change.

Look, we both go to
the same high school.

I'm in love with you from
afar at seventeen.

We never speak and now years later
we pass each other

walking on a street
in Paris.

What could be more ironic?

If we wound up together?

Me with the artsy-looking girl with
the black turtleneck sweater.

I'm sorry to disappoint you but
I didn't turn out to be

the artsy bohemian,
not by a long shot.

You're quite elegant but to me
you'll always be Fanny Moreau with

the big leather bag and
the Henri Mongault translation

of Anna Karenina
under her arm.

But now I'm Fanny Fournier.

Such is life.

Despite our plans, it's out of our hands
more than we like to admit.

Oh my god, I'm really late.

If you like eating alfresco I'd be happy to
buy more sandwiches another day.

You can always give a call.

Hello!
You both look so good!

Glad you could make it.

It's the world's greatest
mother-in-law.

Did you have a good flight?

Between the turbulence, the rotten
movie and alcoholic next to me -

- it was the trip from hell.
- She kills me.

How is New York?

I like living there.
Except for the winters,

then your father and I
go to Palm Springs.

How long are you here for?

Only for the day. I'm leaving
for Brittany tomorrow.

My sister had surgery and needs
someone while she rehabs.

But I couldn't come all this way
without seeing my two favorite humans.

Too bad you're not staying longer,
we could have gone up to the country.

No kayaking, no hikes
and no hunting.

I know you love it.

I'll come back on my way home.
I don't know how long

I'll be with Sophie, those
back things are tricky.

What do you have in here,
bar bells?

All the books I'm meaning
to read at Sophie's.

Don't you have a laptop?

I can't stand reading on a laptop.
I enjoy the feel of turning pages.

- Where shall we go for dinner?
- Someplace quiet, where we can talk.

I think what your mother likes is
a place we can get foie gras

and Chateau Margaux, right?

What a memory.

High cholesterol and expensive wine,
you two are a match made in heaven.

I put lilies in the guest room.
I had them service the fireplace

and I bought a new reading light
because last time you said...

As long as you have the board
for under my mattress.

Would I ever forget your board?

It was delicious.

- Your mother's a real eater.
- Of course.

Caroline?

- Oh hello, how are you?
- Very well. My mother.

This is Caroline and Marcel.
They're friends.

They're the couple we visited
Corsica with.

We're thinking of the South Seas
this year if you're interested.

It's a long trip but
it's beautiful.

I'll call you.
We can discuss it.

Do come, it'll be fun.

I've gone a few times.
It's very romantic.

- Have a good night.
- Enjoy your meal.

The South Seas sounds so exotic
but not with them.

She's so boring.
He's fine.

Marcel wrote a very good
book on Gauguin.

I can't warm up to him.

- Not because...
- Yes, I've said it before.

I can't stand the way
he looks at you.

It's so obvious he has a
little thing for you.

Marcel is totally crazy
about Caroline.

And he is hardly the type
to cheat on her.

Maybe he'd make
an exception for you.

If I ever cheated it would not be
with Marcel Blanc.

I'm sorry but I don't like him.

He's harmless.

You should feel flattered your
husband regards you as a treasure.

Yes, Jean is the
possessive type.

You said you wouldn't cheat
with Marcel.

With whom then?

Well let's see, Mick Jagger and
Alain Delon are too old.

I don't know.

Ah, my foie gras.

Wonderful, my frog legs.

- What time is your plane tomorrow?
- I'm taking the train.

I wish I could stay longer.

I'd love to go to the country
with you this weekend.

Did Jean say we were going to
the country again?

Why, is that bad?

Boring.
For me, not him.

And he invites
the dullest people.

But his whole social set is
so accomplished.

They're superficial.
Money is their accomplishment.

They talk money and a lot
of stuff like the best hotels

and if you mention a city like
Rome or Madrid,

all they talk about is
the best places to eat there.

And I don't like hunting
or hiking.

Then invite some of your friends so
you'll have something to do.

Jean's not very comfortable
around my friends.

He's eased a lot of them out.
I never see Carla or Antoine

nor Dominique.
And they all live in Paris.

If you ask me they were
no bargains.

You always see things from
his point of view.

He loves you.
It's sweet.

He has charisma.
He's a quantum leap up

from that loser
first husband you had.

You didn't lose out on this.

Camille come and see
what I bought, you'll like it.

Let's see.

Aren't these beautiful?
They're Märklin from the 1950s.

- Wonderful.
- Yes.

I always loved trains.

When I was a boy I was
always picked on, by my parents,

my so-called friends,
and my impulse was to just

get on a train
and escape anywhere.

Here I am on a train going someplace
and suddenly it enters a tunnel.

Dark, sinister and frightening.

Only then do I see what life is.

And I finally see some light
and the tunnel opens up.

When I come out, I'm changed.

I'm no longer this boy,
weak and afraid.

I am someone else.

How sad to be picked on
when you're a kid.

I'll bet you were very cute.
- Yes I was.

I love this park but it's a little
far from my office.

But it's so beautiful. That's what
I missed most about Paris...

...all the pretty parks.

Yes, I can come back a little bit
late and it won't be terrible.

I see you this way and my
whole life is passing before my eyes.

I'm back in high school and
there you are walking...

no, flying through the halls
and my heart is thumping.

How's your book coming?
Can I read some of it?

Really?

What you told me about coincidence
and irony intrigued me.

I get the impression you're a
big believer in luck.

I wouldn't be having lunch with
you after having

longed for you from afar
if it wasn't for coincidence.

Nice.

- How much?
- Three euros.

He's my favorite poet.

They really knew
how to say it.

Thank you.

There's no gift like the gift
of poetry.

I'm tired from doing nothing.

You seemed a little distracted
all weekend.

Really?

No, I'm okay.

I'm sorry if I was a bore.
I don't mean to be.

I get carried away
by what I do.

I don't mean to be
a complainer either.

Leave it on.

I think it's going to rain.

I had a great idea.
I live so close

we can go to my apartment and
I can make us lunch there.

And you can read a
few pages of my book.

I'd love to read your book.

Can you cook or is that going
to be my job?

I can do it. As long as we stick
to spaghetti and meatballs.

I can't think of anything I'd rather eat.
Can I help?

Of course.
Do you like to cook?

What kind of wine is this?
It's delicious.

I know nothing about wine.
It was on sale.

Jean only drinks very expensive
Burgundies.

You like living in Paris?

I loved New York
but I grew up in Brittany

and I always dreamed of
living in Paris.

I always imagined I'd live here too
until my marriage came apart.

It left me with a sour taste.

After that I decided I wouldn't marry
again or return to Paris.

And that's another
beauty of being a writer.

You can work anywhere.

I've written in Bogotá, in Mexico,
even in Montreal.

It's a very charming apartment.

I rented it all furnished.
I had to pay six months in advance

but it's perfect for a writer,
it's La Bohème.

I'm a lucky guy.

My life would be different if I hadn't
bumped into you on the street.

What are you doing?

Must be the wine working
its magic.

But you know the situation.

Yes, but since I was always
in love with you

and we're two New York school kids
alone in Paris...

It was selfish of me.

I guess I shouldn't have let
things get this far.

Why did you?

Because I liked seeing you and
spending time together.

I found myself looking forward
to meeting you for lunch.

Me too.

But I shouldn't be looking
forward to it.

Can I ask you a question?

Are you happily married?

I thought I was but
I don't know anymore.

I rushed into it.

I went through hell with my first
husband and Jean came along

and was so dynamic.
He took charge and he adored me

and wanted me to be
his wife right off.

- He must be crazy about you.
- Yes.

Though in a way
I'm his trophy wife.

And do you love him?

Yes.

I love him but then what the hell
am I doing here?

So far, nothing.

Why should I think about you
when you're not around?

Where were you today?

Work.

I called you at work.

I took a long lunch hour.

I tried your cell.

Must have been on silent.
I guess I forgot to turn it back on.

Jesus, what if it was an
emergency?

Was it?

No. But I want to be able to
always reach you.

Well you can.
I just forgot.

I wanted to know if you
wanted to have lunch.

My meeting got cancelled.

I had a business lunch.

With who?

Some people who want to
sell their Basquiat.

Well, that's too bad.

I found a nice Japanese place,
I wanted to treat you.

Where'd you wind up?

Huh?

What's wrong with you?
It's like you're in a daze.

Where'd you eat?

I ate at, at Café Phillipe.

Café Philippe?
It's so far.

And there was a strike.

Yeah it was the worst.

I'm glad to see you're taking your
exercises seriously these days.

I always told you it's important,
keeping in shape is a priority.

Hi, it's me.

What a nice surprise.
What's up?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?
What's wrong?

I don't know why I called.

I don't feel good.

Well, whatever the reason
I'm glad to hear from you.

I don't know what to say.

A crush that's lasted
this many years...

What else can I say.
You were my first love.

- You ok?
- Yes.

- Who were you on the phone with?
- When?

Just earlier, I heard you deep
in conversation.

Oh, after my exercise?

It was this client who keeps
changing her mind

about wanting to make a bid
on something.

Some people are just incapable
of making decisions.

When I make a decision,
I stick to it.

Thank you very much,
how much?

Three euro, please.

I hate myself so much
for lying.

And yet I lie.

Thank you very much.

What is that?

You asked me what my book
was about, if I believed in luck.

Here, next Friday, it's a
very big jackpot.

The odds of you winning are
one in 139,838,260.

I know it seems impossible but
when you think of the odds

of you being born, which are
one in four hundred quadrillion,

it means you already
hit the jackpot.

Each person that exists is a miracle,
beating unbelievable odds

much greater than the lottery.

So don't squander your miracle.

That's the true miracle.

I'm having an affair.

No way!

I have to tell somebody.
You're the only person I trust.

If Jean finds out it's the end
of my marriage.

What am I doing?
I'm so wracked with guilt.

Who with?

The boy I went to school with
years ago.

The one I told you about.

How long?

I hope I'm not just taken
with the romance of it.

Well how serious has it gotten?

I was so determined not to
let it grow into anything

but I found myself having more and
more fantasies and feelings.

He's here writing a book.

My advice is cut it short
now if you can.

Before it destroys your marriage.

I keep telling myself it's an affair.
Just transient.

I still love my husband.
But I have feelings for this guy

but I don't know what I'm doing -
but I'm excited by it.

Of course he'd love nothing more than
if I said I'd go off with him.

It's like he's been waiting
his whole life for me.

How ironic.

Everyone thought you had
a great marriage.

I have fantasies of running off with him,
of living a different life.

But I don't want to squander
the remainder of my life.

I want a family,
meanwhile all I have is anxiety.

It's going to be alright.

Hi darling.

- What's that you're hiding?
- Nothing.

- I mean, I saw you.
- No.

- I saw it, what are you hiding?
- Nothing.

- What is it? Show me.
- No, it's nothing.

Show me.

Show me what you're
hiding, goddamnit.

Here, I'll show you.
That's what I'm hiding.

A lottery ticket.

- Where did you get that?
- I bought it.

Since when do you play
the lottery?

I read in the paper it was
such a big jackpot.

A big jackpot.

You know what the odds
of winning are?

Very small.

So small one could
say near zero.

You'd have to play for many
lifetimes to win.

Give it to me.

Somebody wins.

That's how they get you.

It's stupid.

Why were you hiding it
from me?

Because you thought I'd think
you were foolish?

You could never be
foolish to me.

No, she's out to lunch.

I'm not sure. She said she might
be tied up all afternoon.

I get so nervous when we're
in public together.

That's why I think eating here
was a great idea, far from your office.

We don't know anyone around.

I'm having lunch in the park.

I just got a sandwich.
It's such a nice day.

By yourself?

I'm reading the paper.

You want me to join you?

No, no I'm finished.

I just had to get out
of the office.

Alright then.
Have a good afternoon.

I love it.

Do you always write
in longhand?

Yes. When I'm all done
I type it up.

I always find a person's creative
process so fascinating.

I keep adding pages and I never
like to re-read anything.

What are you thinking?

That since I met you the time
has passed so fast.

I'm sure you must be anxious
to get back to London.

Not really.
I have nobody waiting.

No family, no girlfriends.

I've gotten to love this apartment.

And of course you've made the whole
thing a dream come true.

But...

The truth is I was thinking
of staying on.

Did I say something wrong?

Not at all.
I'm just mixed up.

I don't mean to put any
pressure on you.

I know.

I know you're married and it's
not likely to change but...

If you come to any decisions on
your own, I'm there for you.

Good morning.

This way, please.

Joséphine, my partner.

Please sit.

What can I do for you?

I suspect my wife is having an affair.
And I have to know.

And what gives you this suspicion?

A million little things.

None dispositive,
but I feel certain things amiss.

I could be wrong.

I hope I'm wrong because
I love her.

But I have to know.

Do you have an idea
who the man is?

Not really.

Many men find her attractive.
She's alluring, delightful.

A very desirable woman.

We'll need all the information
you can give us.

Photos, if possible.

How quickly can you find out?

That depends on your
wife's actions.

If anything is going on
we'll find out

and it usually doesn't
take long.

And of course discreetly.

Are you sure you want
to know the truth?

Am I sure?

Sometimes a spouse has
an affair so brief

that the other spouse
never knows of it.

And the marriage continues on
quite happily and successfully...

Mr. Fournier?

Pardon?
I'm sorry.

Please do your research.

I'll get you all the necessary
information

and a photo of my wife.

Happy Birthday dear Jean...

Happy Birthday to you.

Thank you everyone.
Thank you.

I don't know how but...

I'm older but no wiser.
Where did I go wrong?

For André's birthday we're going
to Venice. I hope you'll join.

- Well I love Venice but...
- But what?

I thought we had already agreed,
if you could get off from work.

I was talking with your wife,
she's a really interesting person.

-Thanks. Yours too.
- And very beautiful.

- Very, very pretty.
- Yes she is.

Happy Birthday.

- Thanks for inviting us.
- Of course.

I hear your wife picked
this incredible place.

We like coming here, but it's
her special spot.

We're two lucky men to have
such lovely wives.

Do you ever worry that
your wife might

become attracted
to another man?

I did at first but it's not in
Marion's DNA to cheat.

On the other hand, anything's possible.
Remember Olivier Wargon?

He caught his wife having an affair
with their marriage counselor.

It was sad and also farcical.

Marion would never
take advantage of me.

First, because it's not
in her nature

and she knows I would
kick her right out.

The two of them
lying there after,

laughing together at
the humiliated husband.

Of course, on a more
realistic note...

Well, let's just be thankful.

Have I shown you my
electric train setup?

You have and I'm impressed.
It's...

Beautiful, right?
All those mechanisms.

Yes, it's incredible
craftsmanship.

- Oh, pardon me.
- Excuse me.

- Hello.
- Hello Fabrice.

- Two glasses of... red wine?
- Yes.

- Take a seat, I'll bring them.
- Thank you.

- What can I get you?
- A beer.

Coming right up.

Maybe I should just tell Jean
I need some space for myself

to think things over
and work things out.

I love you.

Be honest with me.
Do you love me?

At first I thought I could just
see you as an old acquaintance,

then I fell into an affair, and now
I want to be with you all the time.

Why did you have to run into me
on the street. It's ironic.

I don't believe in irony,
or chance.

And I have no respect
for people who count on luck.

There's no such thing as luck.
We make our luck.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- I can't say it's a pretty picture.

But reality is so often unattractive.

- Would you like a drink?
- Who is he?

- It's all in the report.
- A cognac, please.

Okay Mom, I'm glad to hear
she's doing well.

Come whenever you want,
your bedroom is always ready.

I'm ok, I just have some
decisions to make.

I'll tell you about it.

Ah, there's Jean.
I gotta go.

Yes, bye.

- Hi sweetheart.
- Hello.

- Who was that?
- My mom.

- Oh, is she coming?
- In a few days.

Great.
I can't wait to see her.

I figured we'd eat in tonight,
take it easy.

You've been working
late all week.

Sure.

I've got some paperwork
to do anyhow,

you can catch up on
your reading.

How's your work coming?

Well you know,
it's been pretty hectic.

Sorry if I've seemed distracted.
It'll get better.

I gotta make a phone call.

- Can you get me a cognac?
- Sure.

Suzanne, could you
bring a cognac?

...to the other side.
Be quiet now.

Hey... Can you talk?

Sure. Problem?

We need to meet.

Nothing we can't handle.

Is tomorrow three o'clock good?
The usual spot.

Great, see you tomorrow.
Bye.

- Everything okay?
- A-okay.

I was thinking back today
about how we met.

The first time I laid eyes on you
at Fred Fox's New Year's party.

You had on that
black dress.

That was right after my divorce.

- I wasn't very...
- I never told you but

when I first spoke to you
that night,

I was really hoping you wouldn't
turn out to be a twit.

Thank you, Suzanne.

You turned out to be
the opposite.

A winner.

Loyal.

Everything I wanted
in a woman.

- Are you ok?
- Yes.

I still remember the song
they were playing.

Hey, are you crying?

Nostalgia always makes me sad.

Don't be sad.

It all turned out great.

I became the happiest man
in the world.

Here's his photo.
Here's where he lives.

And I don't want anything turning
up somewhere.

Not like the last time.

I just want him gone.

We got the twin-engine plane.
We'll fly him out over the Atlantic

and get rid of him there.

It's an ugly world Dragos,
don't you agree?

For sure.

But when some people die,
it automatically becomes better,

a nicer place for everybody.

We took good care
of your partner.

I worked hard for my money.
I didn't get it handed to me

on a silver platter from some
bloated rich father.

We'll take care of
this situation.

He's going to disappear.
Right Milos?

I haven't been dreaming for years
but since I found you

I started dreaming again.

Weird, right?

Last night I had a dream we
were living in Mexico.

I guess because you
mentioned it the other day.

Everything was simple.

We had a family, and we were
walking in the rain.

When I woke up I had
a warm feeling all morning.

At least we share the same dreams.

I keep re-reading poems in
the book you got me.

Aren't they lovely?

The one by Mallarmé about
the swan frozen in ice

always makes me cry.

We'll all get frozen in ice if
we don't act before winter comes

and the ice freezes over
and we're stuck forever.

Jean is a wonderful person.

I have to be honest with him
if we want to have a future together.

Gone!

- How'd the auction go?
- Fine.

I wanted to talk to you
about something.

- Later, we're already late.
- It's important.

Not now, Marc and Linda are
at the restaurant already.

C'mon, hurry up.

We were gonna go to Saint Martin
but the hurricane wrecked it.

We spent our
honeymoon there.

What was the thing we
loved over there?

- Suckling pig.
- The suckling pig!

It's nice to see you.
How are you?

- You gonna be okay?
- My head is spinning.

You have to stick with
white wine.

Why... Why didn't you
stop me?

Hey, I'm your husband,
not your chaperone.

We had fun.

Right?

It's done.

Completely?

The package is at the bottom
of the ocean.

Did you get rid of
all his stuff?

Nothing to connect anyone
with anything?

Appointment books, computer,
phone numbers?

Great.

I'll see you at three at
the usual spot.

I'll take good care of you.
You won't be disappointed.

Where's Mr. Fournier?

He said he had to get in early
and didn't want to wake you.

He said you weren't feeling
so well last night.

Can I get you anything?

- Just coffee, please.
- Very well.

It's me, just checking in.

Call me back when you
get a chance. Bye.

The Saudi jewels go on display next
week and we'll need photos.

Am I ordering for you today or
are you eating out?

I have a lunch appointment,
thanks.

Hi darling, I just wanted to
make sure you were alright.

You were pretty shot
last night.

I'm fine, I'm meeting some
clients for lunch.

Where?

Not sure yet.

Okay, I won't bother you anymore then.
I'll see you tonight.

Feel better.
I love you, bye.

Do you need something?

You need to go over the photos
of those Saudi jewels.

Right.

You have to highlight
about a dozen

and go over them with
Mr. Tisserant.

I'll do it.
Sorry, I forgot.

These are good.

You okay?
You seem distracted.

No, I'm fine.

You need to make
a phone call?

Can I?
Just for a minute.

Of course.
You want privacy?

No, no need.

I've been trying to reach you
all day, where are you?

I'm starting to get worried.
Call me back.

Alain?
Are you there?

Alain?

What's the matter, sweetheart?

You look all frazzled.

What?

You're not feeling well?
You haven't touched your dinner.

I'm just a little tired.

You may still be a bit hungover
from the vodka.

Well eat something, it's not good
to go without food.

I think I'm going to be sick.

- You okay?
- Why does everyone

ask me if I'm okay?
I'm fine.

I'm fine.

- You just seemed...
- I just couldn't sleep last night.

Please leave me alone.

Hope all went well.

Yes, very well, but I'm so glad to
have a little vacation time.

Hey, look at you.
You look a little pale.

She had one night where
she drank too much

and she's never been
the same.

I haven't been sleeping well.

- How come?
- I think she overworks,

she's been running around.
- It'll pass.

Of course it will.

It's so unlike you.
Usually she never drinks

and sleeps like a baby.
- I'm fine!

Everybody keeps treating me
like I'm an outpatient.

If you don't stop I will
go off the deep end.

Okay, she's right.
Let's all back off

and enjoy the last
lovely days of the year.

Yes, back off.
Everybody give me some space.

How long has this
been going on?

Not long.
It'll die down.

I think she's just been working late
all week and she's exhausted.

- I'll have a talk with her.
- Yes, I'm glad you're here.

You always have a good
influence on her.

- Now what's on your mind?
- Let's not get into that.

I'm sorry but you're clearly
not yourself.

- I'm not?
- No.

Stop it. Whatever is consuming you,
you have to unburden yourself.

It's not fair to Jean.

No, I haven't been
fair to Jean.

Meaning what?

You won't understand.
You'll hate me.

Because you're having
an affair?

How did you know?

What do you think I am,
a rookie?

You're a wreck.

Jean says you've been working
too much, yeah right.

You changed your look, you
exercise regularly, gimme a break.

Who's the guy?
Although it's hard to top Jean.

It started months ago. I was in the street
and saw this old acquaintance...

I don't get how you could cheat
on a terrific man like Jean?

And clearly with
another loser

just like your first husband.
- He's not a loser.

Right. It's fine as long as
he's sleeping with you

and you're married but the minute
you get serious about

leaving Jean for him,
he vanishes. Classic.

No note, no text,
nothing.

It's not who he is. He was crazy
about me since high school.

- What if something happened to him?
- Like what?

He was a quiet man, a poet,
he had no enemies.

There was no sign of foul play.
He just took all his stuff.

He obviously got cold feet
and couldn't face me.

I just wonder if you should
call the police.

I did call the police.

But when they asked who I was
I panicked and hung up.

What could I say?

I don't believe anything
happened to him.

I wasn't gonna call the morgue.
He certainly didn't take

his wardrobe to the morgue.

I don't know. How can you not
check the morgue?

Stop being so melodramatic,
he's not at the morgue.

And I can't let my name be involved.
I don't want Jean to find out.

Christ, it's clear what happened.

As long as I was married and
unavailable we could flirt,

he could sleep with me.
When he began to realize

it was getting serious and maybe
I'd leave Jean, he ran for the hills.

Are your problems with Jean so great
that you can't work them out?

No. I'm just a selfish
spoiled brat.

Oh, you're here.

What are you two so deep
in conversation about?

None of your business.

- Well, while you're chatting...
- Girl talk.

I came up with
a terrific idea.

We're friends with an American couple.
Jack and Rita Prescott.

I ran into Jack and he and Rita
just had a party

in Chicago where they renewed
their wedding vows

and I found that whole
idea so romantic.

I thought while your mother was here
we could do the same.

What do you think?

What?

Why not? I'd love to celebrate
our time together.

I think that's a
charming idea.

My god, you're not
saying anything.

- Should I be worried?
- No.

No, It's just... You don't
think it's a little corny?

It's very American, true.
But I think it's beautiful.

People do it all the time
in the United States.

Your dad and I went
to one in Brooklyn.

- It was very sweet.
- See?

You're right,
it's very charming.

I'm sorry for seeming like a pill.
I'm all for it.

Don't worry. We don't have to make
a huge production.

Just a nice party
with friends.

I know exactly what
I'm wearing.

Thank you everyone for coming.

We will now
renew our wedding vows.

Honey, would you be
my wife again?

Yes.

Thank you my friends,
thank you.

Love is a very complicated business.
The heart is so ruthless.

Because you're dealing with feelings
and feelings don't compromise.

Feelings take no
prisoners.

And yet somehow people find
each other and stay together.

Yes, when they're lucky.

Some even feel moved to
renew their vows.

I thought the ceremony
was beautiful.

Congratulations!

A toast to the old
newlyweds.

- Thank you.
- Cheers to you.

We got married on a cruise ship
off the Dalmatian Coast.

We both got seasick,
we thought it was a bad omen

but now it's
fifteen years later.

And we both still get seasick.

I got so sad during the ceremony

because our neighbor's daughter was
supposed to get married

and she was left at the altar
in front of her whole family.

And they never heard from
that bum again, he disappeared.

Except a month later someone
ran into him in Panama

and he had married a porn star.

It's not uncommon for men to panic
when they're about to commit.

Yes and they usually duck out
at the last minute.

I saw a TV documentary on
people who vanish and

are never heard from again.

Turns out they found evidence
of abductions...

...by aliens!
- I can tell you that none of these

nervous bridegrooms
got kidnapped by Martians.

And I say we can't
rule it out.

Well, I guess anything
is possible.

Jean's old business partner could be
on a spaceship in another galaxy.

Didn't he float up somewhere?
Or they weren't sure it was him?

The story is he mysteriously
vanished years ago.

He could be on Mars
or Jupiter.

He never reappeared
married to a hooker.

- Jean's partner vanished?
- Yes.

It was in the papers,
the guy suddenly disappeared.

We thought maybe he scammed
someone or something,

and awhile back there was some story
of someone floating up,

they thought it might have been him
but they weren't sure.

I don't think they ever
closed that case.

Alien abduction.
I'm telling you.

The government covers it up.

- Your friends are so nice.
- That's true.

What a day. Thank you,
it was marvelous.

Time for me to
go to bed.

- Sleep well.
- Good night.

I'm spent.
And all I had was white wine.

And champagne.
I'm going to take a quick shower

and go to bed.
- It was a great party.

We have wonderful friends

and everyone agreed
you never looked lovelier.

- You certainly celebrated to the max.
- Because I was so happy.

- I never saw you drink that much.
- You've never seen me that happy.

Can I confess something?

Confess?

Over the last months
I've acted pretty erratically.

I've been very stressed
at work and...

I don't know, I kind of lost my
way a little, my focus,

and at times I may have seemed
kind of obnoxious or

out of it but I'm over it.

I passed through a kind of
low mood...

All I'm saying is, I feel
very solid.

I've done some thinking too,

and maybe it is time to talk
about having kids.

You're wonderful.

I'm a very lucky woman.
- I'm the lucky one.

You say that but you say you don't
believe in coincidence or luck.

I make my own luck.

Jean?

Yes?

Someone told me a weird story
earlier at the party

about your partner
disappearing years ago.

Why do you ask?
Who told you that?

That silly man, Gilles,
who believes in alien abductions.

Why not, but during that conversation
someone mentioned it.

Gilles is a moron.

He's an alcoholic and
completely delusional.

He's a UFO idiot.

Someone said it was a
big thing back then.

There was even talks
of a murder.

For a few weeks it was gossip
and then it faded.

Everyone got so paranoid, such
wild accusations...

What kind of wild accusations?

I don't remember,
business things.

This guy was demented.

He made up stories about me.
Like I was responsible for shortages.

I swear to you Camille, there
are some people...

Then he disappeared,
just like that.

What do you think
of this one?

It's nice.

Alain would have
liked it.

Is he still on your mind?

Only when I feel angry
because I was duped.

I feel guilty I deceived Jean.
I mean to make it up to him.

And you're sure Jean never knew
about your affair?

I'm sure.

And you still feel certain there
was no foul play involved?

I don't think like you. You have a
suspicious, evil-minded streak.

I'm your sweet daughter.
I take after Dad.

You remind me of this guy
with the flying saucers.

Mom...

Alain wasn't abducted by aliens.
He just dumped me

because he wasn't who
I thought he was.

Why do you ask these
questions?

I was just giving full rein to
my sinister imagination.

Well rein in your grim
dramatic fantasies

and quit reading
crime fiction.

FINANCIER GOES MISSING

Are you finished with your book?

I saw your mother this afternoon
at a café.

She was so absorbed by her book
that I startled her.

What book was it?

Just a Simenon.

I've only read one detective novel
in my life. I don't like them.

They always make the
detective's job so glamorous

but whenever I've hired one
I was very disappointed.

They were never like the ones
in movies or books.

Why would you need a
private detective?

Well, for my job.

So much chicanery going on
in the financial world.

I'm sure.

You were recommended
by Mr. Fournier.

Jean Fournier.

I have a suspicion of domestic
infidelity and he said you did

a very good job for him
in his marital situation,

and were very discreet.

Discretion is very important to me.

We pride ourselves on being
efficient and discreet,

as Mr. Fournier will
attest.

I suspect my husband is cheating
and I'd like to know.

We will need all the information
as well as addresses

and photos if possible.
- Of course.

Er... I'll bring in all of that
next time, for our next meeting.

Today I'd just like to know
how long it will take

and how much you'll
charge of course.

We charge by the hour.
Four hundred and fifty euros.

That is rather expensive, just to
follow a husband...

or in Mr. Fournier's
case, a wife.

There are less expensive firms

but we feel our service is
the top of the line.

As for time, that depends on
the person we're surveilling.

I understand, of course.

- Do you have questions?
- No, it's enough for now.

Thank you.
I... I... I'll be in touch.

I... Thank you very much.

Then we look forward to
hearing from you.

- Goodbye sir, thank you.
- Goodbye.

Mr. Fournier?
It's Henri from Delauny.

May I speak with you?

Yes, go ahead.

A woman was up here and used
your name as a reference but...

she seemed ill at ease and
highly suspicious.

I felt she was "fishing."

A brunette, short hair.
Gold glasses.

I hope you didn't give her
any information.

Of course not, I detected
something amiss immediately.

That's why I called
right away.

She pretended she would be using
our services in the future but

no doubt I've seen
the last of her.

But I wanted you to know.

- But you told her nothing.
- Nothing at all.

That being said, she seemed aware
you hired us on a domestic matter.

I hope you didn't confirm anything.

Good.
Thank you for telling me.

Goodbye.

That's the lamp I was
talking about.

It would be perfect in our bedroom.
Especially if we're going to redecorate.

Pretty.

Actually Mom pointed it out
to me.

Do you know how long she's
going to stay?

I don't know.
She's having such a nice time.

What does she do
with her time?

Museums, antique stores.
Let's see what else they have.

She's always been very good at
being on her own and loving it.

Hello ladies.

I'm glad you wanted
to have lunch.

I thought you were visiting
Versailles.

I wanted to talk to you.

You sound so serious.

I want you to just consider this
with an open mind.

Okay...

I know you're convinced there was

no foul play in
Alain's disappearance...

- Here we go again.
- ...but I think there was.

Based on what?

At first based on nothing
substantial.

Just a little bell that went off
when I heard about alien abductions.

- Mom, are you losing it?
- It started with some foolishness

about alien abductions.
- Mom, come on...

I said foolishness.
But then the conversation turned to

the disappearance of a
business partner of Jean's.

The same kind of vanishing
into thin air, like Alain.

It was way before I met Jean.

A body turned up, they thought
it was him, that he committed suicide

I really don't have all the facts.

I do.

His disappearance was very
beneficial to Jean.

Meaning?

Meaning Jean's partner
disappeared like Alain

and Jean profited greatly.

There were talks of
suicide, yes.

But also abduction,
or even murder.

I hope you're not going where
I think you're going.

I'm just saying there was a motive
in each instance

that benefitted Jean.

I think you better stop
right now.

What if Jean knew you were
having an affair?

Mother...

- What if he suspected?
- He couldn't have.

To the point to have
you followed?

- How? When?
- By a private detective.

This is crazy, Mom.
You're cracking up.

I happen to know he had
a private detective follow you.

- How do you know?
- I found a business card

from an agency in Jean's
desk drawer.

Wait, you went through
his things?

And I went to the detective and said
I wanted my husband followed,

that Mr. Fournier had sent me
because they had done

such a good job on
his domestic infidelity case.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

It all adds up.

To what? That Jean got
rid of Alain?

Are you insane?

I think it bears looking into.

I'm sorry Mom,
this lunch is over.

Wait, just hear me out.

No. I don't want to
listen to you anymore.

I went through a period where I was
unfaithful to a man who's done nothing

but love me, a man I'm hoping
to have children with.

Yes, I got caught up in a romance
with a person from the past.

But to think that Jean knew?
That he had me followed?

What else? That he had
Alain disappear?

Yes!

Why are you staring at me?

What do you mean?

I caught you staring
at me several times today.

Nobody's staring.

Why? Are you guilty
over something?

No, definitely not.

I give up.

I much prefer this to
the treadmill.

I called your office today but they said
you were out to lunch with your mother.

Yes, but we wound up
in an argument.

Really?

Over what?

You know my mom.

She's full of fantasies she gets
from books and the TV.

Am I wrong or has she been
a little off-kilter lately?

I think maybe what you're
picking up on is that sometimes

she forgets her medication.

When she's off it for a day she seems
a little paranoid, or a lot.

Yes well, she really has to
remember, it's essential.

What is she paranoid about?

I'm telling you, she reads too
many murder mysteries.

I was just about to go to
take a shower.

Did you want something?

I don't know.
I just wanted to make sure

you got over your mild
paranoid concerns.

I'm not paranoid.
He had you followed.

He knew you were having
an affair.

I assume you've been taking
your medication.

Like clockwork.

Because you have forgotten before
and it does affect you.

It's not because I miss
a day now and then

that all my fantasies
are chemical, I doubt it.

If I didn't love you,

I could easily be offended by your
sinister obsession with Jean.

I beg you to drop it.
- I'm forced to drop it

because I'm no professional but
I wonder if I explained it all

to a professional,
what he would make of it.

A professional?
Like what?

I don't know.

I still think you should have
notified the police.

I hope you're kidding
about that.

Notified the police I had
a big affair?

You've just got to get
a grip...

Time to hunt, fish, hike
and enjoy.

This time we can't make
any mistakes.

It has to look like
an accident.

- What kind of accident?
- It has to be neat and foolproof.

Who are we talking about?
And what kind of accident?

A hunting accident.

I'll lead her to a spot
in the forest

and you'll be there waiting
out of sight.

Then when she's close enough,
you shoot her

like a hunter who made
a terrible mistake.

Like a hunter thinking
he saw an animal.

Exactly, a large animal.

There's deer up there
and hunters,

and now and then
there's an accident.

The police will ask questions, no?
Lots of questions.

Yes. I will see to it you get
a proper hunter's license,

a rifle, and I'll
take care of everything.

You're entitled to hunt and it's an
awful tragedy and you will be very upset.

But it has to be you and
your rifle, not mine.

Do you understand?

You apologize, all so sorry,
and the police won't say anything

because it's an accident.

And I'm out of it completely
and of course

I'll take very good care
of you, as usual.

Sure.
But there's a problem.

I never shot a rifle.

- Never?
- No.

Ok no problem.
I'll help you.

Actually I have a better idea.

I shoot and then give you the rifle.
That makes more sense.

But you have to be holding
the rifle finally.

- You get that?
- Yes.

Anyway, she has to disappear.

She is noxious, dangerous.

She's nosy and doesn't mind
her own business.

That's it.

When this gonna happen?

You and I will drive up there
a few days in advance.

We'll walk through it and find a spot.
Then you'll be waiting.

But you'll take care of her.

Yes, but it will be
your responsibility.

- Remember, it's your job.
- Yes.

- Everything clear?
- Yes, sure.

Good. You're going back
to your brother's?

He's in Bucharest, I was supposed
to join him this week.

But you called so
I'll go next week.

Tell him I say hello.

Got everything?

What about Peter
and Delphine?

They're meeting us
up there.

I'm really looking forward to
hunting tomorrow,

and I know Camille does too.
- You're hunting deer again?

Yes. I hope we'll have more luck
than last time.

I don't hunt but I eat venison.

We'll be hunting too,
but for antiques.

Eat...

- Enjoy your meal.
- Thank you, I love lobster.

We're going antiquing,
want to join?

No thanks. I'm going to read,
listen to music.

I want to see if we can find
a good oak table.

There are wonderful
antique stores in the area.

- I hope you have a good hunt.
- The fun is in the chase.

This woman will tell you that.
- He's right.

You enter a whole
different world.

You're concentrating, stalking.
You leave the real world behind.

Her dad gave her a love
of the outdoors.

He was a great
fisherman.

He taught me to fly cast when
I was very little.

These genes haven't been
passed on to me.

That's true.

- We'll meet you back for lunch?
- Not sure about that.

But we'll try and bring back
something for dinner.

Don't forget to spit out
the buckshot.

You don't shoot deer
with buckshot.

Wait... I should take my pill.

See, I remember.

Did you see my meds?

Did you have them in your purse?

I thought I did.
Don't tell me I left it in the city.

I left my pills in my other jacket.
- Mom... it's a 4-day weekend.

I'll live.

I'm going to have to drive
back to Paris.

I can get through the weekend
without them.

- Of course, they're not essential.
- Yes they are.

I'll send the driver for them.
- He'll never find them.

I'll go. Tell me where they are.

In one of my jacket pockets.
I'm really sorry.

It's not a big deal.
While you're all out I'll go get them.

You wanted to relax and
listen to music.

Edgar drives slowly. I can read and
I'll listen in the car.

Which jacket?

The grey one, or maybe
I left them in my purse.

- She'll find them.
- No, I have several.

- It's ok.
- They all kind of look the same.

Look carefully.

Bye honey.

Come this way.

- Let's go this way, sorry.
- Okay.

Camille, this way is better.

I know these woods like the
back of my hand.

These woods are as
the poet wrote.

It's dark and deep.
All that's missing are the deer.

Don't worry, I'm sure we'll see
some action soon.

I've been living in the city
for too long.

It's a wonder you can
find your way. I'd get lost.

I have an errand to run.
It's easier if I walk.

I'll meet you back here
in an hour.

Seriously, who buys
these things?

People who enjoy the sport
of hunting.

I guess if you're decorating a lodge
or a men's club.

Fanny? I have very poor
reception here.

Alain didn't run away.
I think you're right.

Something happened to him.

Something horrible.

How do you know?

I'm at his apartment.

I drove in to get your pills and
decided to have one final look around.

You filled my head with
such thoughts, but you were right.

Whoever cleared his stuff out
didn't know about his novel

which he placed out of sight.

There's no way he would have
left without taking it.

It was an only copy and
it was his life's blood.

What you're telling me
is no surprise.

But surely you don't think
Jean was behind it.

I can't prove it yet.
I'll bet the police could.

Lose the cigarette.

Give me your rifle.

I know Jean and for all his
faults and quirks...

Look, I'm driving back.
We have to talk.

Yes, I'll see you later.

Jean?

Jean?

Jean?

Jean no!

You're sure it was a deer?

Shit!

Get a doctor.

He's dead.

Oh god, it can't be.

It's horrible.

I thought I saw something
move in the trees.

- It was an accident.
- Just an accident.

No but... Oh, it's terrible.

She had come to the conclusion
that life was a random event

and the odds of her existing were
one in four hundred quadrillion.

Hence everybody's life was a miracle,
everybody alive had hit the jackpot.

It was important not
to squander this miracle and

she was prepared to take full
responsibility for her choices.

Still, it terrified her how big a part
chance played in it all

and how much it helped
to be lucky.

Best not to dwell on it.