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He hit the door!

Why do you brush me off?

I don't.

You did, mummy.

I'm not your enemy, Sarah.

I don't want to discuss this.

Of course.

As usual, you avoid...

Not now.

Stop it, Hugo.

What are your plans today?

Nothing special.

- Lunch with Clarisse. - Give her my love.

Want me to take Hugo?

It's Wednesday.

I've gotta run.

No school on Wednesdays!

- Bye bye, Daddy. - See you later. Be good.

THE BIG PICTURE

- Good morning. - Morning, sir.

Valéry!

I only came to get them off my back.

Get your lecture over with 'cos all this pisses me off.

Your parents say you're gaming 18 hours a day.

Bullshit! I quit 6 months ago.

It doesn't fit with what they expect of you.

In 2 years, you'll be worth 87 million.

So, they'd like you to consult someone

who can help you kick the habit.

A shrink, you mean.

So?

What do you do all day online?

I touch up stuff.

I take photos and rework them. That's why I'm on the computer.

Let's see.

- See what? - Your work.

Why not? What do I care?

If they give me any shit, I'm gone for good.

What'll you do then?

I'll live life my way.

What does your way mean?

Not their way. Or your way.

My way!

Actually...

- Your father agrees. - To?

To you living your way.

Yeah, sure.

But the 17" stays here.

The credit card stays here.

You get by on your own.

No way Dad said that.

He doesn't pay me to talk photoshop.

The alternative is Dr. Kochak.

Can I go now?

You're free as air.

How'd it go with the young heir?

Fine. I think he'll play ball.

Perfect.

What did you say?

What my dad said to me when I was 20. Simple as that.

But the kid's got talent.

If he has, he won't lose it.

Exactly what my dad said. Look at me now.

- You want pity? - No, it's not about pity.

- Stop shaking me! - I'm not.

Nobody cares about the kid. Nobody knows him.

People think for him, decide for him, trample him...

Nobody'll pity him. He's rich!

Clarisse!

Hey, Paul.

Sorry, I can't talk, I'm meeting a client.

Boring as hell, but can't keep him waiting.

See you. Give Sarah my love!

A friend.

Let me make a quick call.

Sarah, it's me. Call me back, will you?

And how's Sarah?

She's great.

I bought the latest Canon EOS and lenses.

I'm wild about it. Cost me a fortune.

Just looking at it, it's a thrill.

You have to come see my home lab.

You landscaped? Or you're going to?

I'm going to. We focused on the house so far.

And does it feel like home?

It's wonderful.

So much better for the kids. No comparison.

If we miss Paris, we'll sell up.

I don't get you.

There was no option.

Bullshit.

How can you give up this city?

Crowds, all-night cafés, pollution...

"Give up"? What is this? What have I given up?

- I've given up nothing. - Paul, I'm teasing you.

There's a time in life when you have new priorities.

We made a choice for the kids. Kids change everything.

It'd be pathetic if they didn't.

Okay, we hardly go out...

I'm not Sarah.

Sorry. It's a bit of a sore point.

Go away with Sarah. Take a few days off.

I can't. There's the Vilmont case.

I can't.

Do double time after.

Then triple time because I'll be gone.

I'll suggest it to her.

It's important.

You'll be gone? Where?

Dead.

Cut it out, I nearly choked.

I'm dying.

Stop it.

I can't believe there's no cure.

I won't take their cure.

It's my choice. You have to accept that.

And get used to the idea of taking over the firm.

I want everything in order quickly.

I'll give you my shares. Free, of course.

Not because I knew your parents.

It's you I'm talking to.

I have no children.

I just want to spend time with Jacques.

He misses me already.

Financially, he's secure.

So the firm's yours. What do you think?

Paul?

Right. I don't know...

I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, Anne.

- Answer it. - It's Sarah.

Go on.

Now?

- The Charron meeting? - It's just property.

Okay, I'm on my way.

The hardest part was realizing I had no future.

No choice.

I don't have to go.

My funeral's not booked yet, Paul.

Don't be stupid.

- What's going on? - Sit down.

I'm not thirsty.

- A coffee. - Relax, Paul.

Please.

Relax.

Okay, let's hear it.

Nice scarf.

Paul, it's over.

I've made my decision. It sounds solemn,

but I quit writing. I can't lie anymore.

I'm sick of the rejections.

It's dumb, but I'll get my kicks another way.

I'll get a job,

earn my living.

- What do you think? - Sure...

Couldn't this wait?

I guess it could.

No, I'm glad you told me.

I'm sorry.

I was afraid...

- I thought it was... - What?

- Serious. - No, it's not serious.

It's just me. It's just my life.

It is serious, Paul.

I have to call to meet you...

You ruin everything. You ruin every moment.

Stop it.

Hold on, Sarah. Wait!

This is unfair. Don't accuse me of not supporting you.

I even suggested you quit your job to write.

I always believed in you.

I work like crazy to give you that freedom.

So one of us would fulfill their dreams.

You made me give everything up to stay home.

You crushed me.

You locked me in a bubble, so I'd fail.

Losers attract losers. That's the truth of it.

Wait! What are you talking about?

I'm sorry. My reaction was all wrong.

I had a difficult lunch meeting.

I don't care about your meeting.

Stop!

You're seeing someone, aren't you?

That'd make it easier.

You didn't meet Clarisse.

She cancelled at the last minute.

Can we talk tonight?

This is all off, Paul. It has to change.

See you tonight?

I'm seeing a play with Nathalie.

I didn't know.

You didn't tell me.

We'll talk afterwards.

See you tonight.

Anne? It's me.

Nothing special.

I was thinking of you.

Lots of love. See you tomorrow.

- You okay? - Yes, and you?

Yeah.

Was it good?

Very dull.

- Very, very bad acting. - Really?

Who was in it?

No one you'd know. But it was good to see Nathalie.

- Shall we have a drink? - Sure!

I'll get it.

It's ages since we got a buzz on.

You were a fun drunk,

jabbering on, always ready to fuck...

- That's bullshit. - It's not.

What's this?

Cloudy Bay.

It's from New Zealand.

It's got a screw top!

It's good. Very good.

Where'd you find it?

Gérard's in Bastille. The wine store.

You make it all the way to Bastille?

Sure.

Once, I even visited the Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower!

Gérard?

This is Paul Exben. Fine, thanks.

Can you deliver some Pomerol? Same as before, two cases.

And some Cloudy Bay. Two cases.

I thought you did.

No problem, my mistake.

Thanks. See you later.

How are you, sweetheart?

- Good. - You're good?

Hi, Fiona, everything okay?

Daddy, aren't you working?

- Sarah isn't home? - She went out.

Aren't you working?

I cut class.

Don't tell anyone.

I'll be right back.

What's all this?

Look, I put my pirate swimsuit on.

Awesome!

- Mummy bought it. - Lucky you.

- Get in, Daddy... - Okay!

Your shoes!

It's the holidays!

The little fish swim, swim, swim!

The little fish swim as fast as dolphins!

Look, it's mummy!

Hi, mummy!

Mummy's home.

Let's go see mummy.

Where's mummy?

There she is!

Let's get ready for her.

Check your hair. That's good.

I like your haircut.

You're home?

I got back early to see the kids. And you.

Everybody can see I'm wearing pyjamas.

So what? Nobody cares.

No, nobody does care.

Let me get some pyjamas. Wait here...

So he won't stand out.

Hugo, let's get this over with and go home.

Hold on...

Hey, neighbours! Keep on spending, huh?

Hi.

Evening, Mrs. Exben.

Meet us at the store.

See you there.

- Evidence? Avedon? - You know it?

Obviously. It's a must-read for us.

First time I saw it, I spent 3 days in my room.

Couldn't pick up a camera. Total depression.

Then I said to myself, Greg, face it, you're not a genius.

Shit happens.

Drop by, we'll talk photography.

Why not...

Enjoy your evening.

Bye.

Arrogant prick!

Why?

I dunno. Everything about him.

He's just so smug, so...

Really gets up my nose.

Who cares? Don't kick a man when he's down.

He just makes my skin crawl.

Why do I wave to the jerk when he jogs by?

Like your shoes?

Yes.

Look, Daddy, I take size 11 ½ now.

11 ½? Wow, that's great!

It was fun last night.

Yeah.

It feels good.

What? Getting drunk?

No, being together, that's all.

Yeah.

- So, say it. - What?

That it was fun.

Sure.

You heard garbage collection's switched from Mondays to Tuesdays?

Absurd, huh?

You're sure you wanna talk garbage?

Why's she make such a drama about garbage?

Your scotch is undrinkable.

Give me a break.

Sarah, how are the children?

Very well.

- Baptiste wakes up at night. - Gruesome.

- How old is he? - 9 months.

He'll sleep through soon.

When he screams, he wails. Like he regrets he came out.

How can you say that?

It's what I think. He's unsettled.

You can't say that.

I can. There's no problem. I just wonder if I love him right.

That's awful.

I mean, do I give him the love he needs? It's not awful...

Sorry for involving you all in this.

It's fine, no problem.

I understand him wondering about love.

What about you, Grégoire? Working hard?

I'm waiting on magazines like National Geographic

to reply to a pitch I've been trawling around.

Prisons in Hungary.

You pitch to magazines? They don't call you?

No.

They don't do ideas.

Let's taste our star photographer's wine.

Sauvignon blanc. Cloudy Bay.

- Don't know it. - He gave it rave reviews.

Ready to eat?

Let's go eat.

Know what I made as an appetizer?

Your watercress soup.

- Aren't I good to you? - Sure!

If you want it, you can do it.

You can let work get on top of you, though.

Nothing's stopping me. I can take off whenever I want.

You wish.

No, you wish. I can.

As I often say...

Weird way to start a sentence!

What?

Really...

It's dumb. You should start, "As I rarely say..."

It's catchier.

Yeah, definitely.

What? What's wrong now?

Did I cross a line?

I get it...

Semantics. That's off limits, too?

I know why!

It takes us back to literature

and literature's off limits. It's over.

No literature.

So what do we do?

You tell us, Sarah Bovary.

- He's drunk. - Is he?

She went home?

It's late, I'd better go. Thanks, Annie.

Me, too.

See you, Paul.

Goodnight, everyone.

There was a great atmosphere.

See you soon.

You're up?

It's 2 p.m.

- Sorry for last night. - Don't worry about us.

It's Sarah you need to say sorry to.

I'm always saying sorry.

I want a divorce. I'll be at my sister's with the kids

until you get organized.

Lucie, it's Paul. Put Sarah on.

I don't believe you. Put her on.

Where is she? I need to talk to her.

Put her on!

Paul?

It was open.

Let's talk photography.

- You've sobered up? - I feel great.

Be my guest.

You choose the decorations?

No, my parents did.

Outdated, I know, but it's all I have left of them.

I'm used to it.

A big house in an upscale suburb. Nice souvenir.

It's all pretty basic.

Not very flash.

Not the Paul Exben digital suite.

I never showed you my set-up.

No need. You're a state-of-the-art kinda guy.

Excuse me.

You're kidding.

At the very least.

Hold on, I can't talk right now.

In a half-hour.

No, I'll tell you later.

It's totally wild.

Later.

Wasn't I right?

You got the souped-up computer,

the high-definition printer and all that shit?

Sure you did.

How long?

How long what?

Sarah and me?

A few weeks, I guess.

I don't recall the date and time.

And you...

What do you wanna know? What we do?

Everything you can think of.

Don't worry, I have no intention of marrying her.

I can't keep her in the Exben lifestyle.

Right, well then?

Why are you here? To beat me up?

What do you want?

You wanna talk? Cut a deal?

You want us to share her?

Count me in. Let's be modern.

- Okay, that's enough. - Exactly.

Go home and let it blow over.

Know what she can't stand about you? The self-loathing.

You play the victim, but it's all down to you.

You pussied out, you got scared.

- You bailed on photography. - And you made it?

I'm still in there fighting. I didn't give up.

Shut the fuck up! You're nowhere.

Face it, you loser.

You make money, another guy fucks your wife.

Fuck!

It's Sarah.

You took ages to answer. I thought you'd gone out.

No, I was here.

I know you called to talk...

Look...

I'm sorry, I've nothing to say to you.

Why are you calling then?

Τo say I'll stay all week at Lucie's.

I told Fiona we won't need her.

I plan to come home next Sunday.

I think it's better if you're not there.

I want to see my kids.

I'll never stop you seeing them.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Pick Hugo up Wednesday at 1 outside Quai Branly Museum.

All right?

See you Wednesday.

Goodbye.

The Richelieu Room, sir.

Thanks, Estelle.

How are you?

Sarah wants a divorce.

No! Are you okay?

Fine. I'm coping.

Greg, free tomorrow 2-4.

Can't make it, he's home.

Sarah, great news. I landed the gig in Hungary.

They want me out there ASAP: I gotta split right now.

I wish I could've told you in person.

I'll be back in 2-3 weeks.

Your Greg.

Despite our interest in your proposal, it doesn't fit...

Statement of a lost or stolen passport

The Apprentice Anarchist

Greg? At last you pick up, baby. It's me.

How are you?

I can't hear a thing.

I miss you.

I'll try again later.

Hey, big man! Did you have fun?

We saw an Indian with an enormous head.

- Are you hungry? - Yes.

- Wanna go to the Chinese you like? - Yes.

You okay?

- May I? - Yes.

My little sweetheart!

I'll just give him a kiss to see the noise it makes.

- That makes a funny noise! - Weird, huh?

How is Baptiste?

He's fine. Last night, he slept 6 hours.

Good boy.

Afterwards, we'll have a milkshake.

I don't like you having milkshakes.

Yes, but I really want a milkshake.

We'll see, big man.

Hugo...

Look, Noé's calling you.

This isn't easy for me either.

I won't go back on my decision.

We just need to be organized and intelligent.

For the children's sake. For ours too, in fact.

It'll be okay.

We just have to make sure it is.

He wasn't calling me. Not even a little bit.

He was. Over there. Go on!

I won't be long.

Go on, sweetheart.

Hugo, I'll be right there.

The little fish swim, swim, swim...

It's okay for Sunday.

I'll be in Brittany. I'm leaving tonight.

Great, thanks. That's good.

Are you okay, Paulie?

Sure.

It's ages since you called me that.

Of course, I'm okay. Just a bit shaken up.

In my real house, I watched a film and...

How about you show me?

See you later.

You undid it all by yourself?

Hold on.

Here.

Have fun...

Daddy, aren't you coming in?

No. Listen, Hugo, I...

Nothing. Give me a kiss.

Enjoy it.

You're going sailing.

Yes.

Go on, enjoy it.

You enjoy it too, Daddy.

Wow, isn't that great! Let's see!

Please check the information and sign it.

Shit!

Sorry!

Asshole!

Fuck it!

- The family sends its love. - They okay?

You're shivering. Let's sit in the car.

How are you?

So-so.

I won't take over the firm.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could but I...

I know I won't.

Don't be an idiot. You know what's at stake?

Forget it, Anne.

I know its value to you and I thank you...

but I won't ever take over the firm.

I know it. I can't lie to you.

So let's celebrate.

It was fun while it lasted.

I announce the official...

demise of the company EBF Office

due to the disappearance, purely and simply,

of its founding partners,

Anne Damaso and Paul Exben.

We'll get a good price.

Sarah and the kids will be secure.

Go with the flow.

Dear Paul, I hope you had a good trip.

Gaël prepared the boat as you asked,

with 3 spare jerry cans of diesel stowed in the head.

Have fun. We all send our love.

We'll see you when you get back.

Love, Yvette.

Hey, everybody. Headed to Hungary for 2+ months.

Hard to reach on my mobile. Email only. Greg.

Paul, is that you?

What's the big rush to get out in the brine?

Hi, Erwan.

About time you got some fresh air.

How's Sarah? The kids?

In Paris.

And the boat?

Great.

- You need a hand with... - I'm fine, thanks.

You know where to find me.

See you. Take care.

Greg...

Paul's dead.

He went missing on his dad's boat.

Τhere was a police investigation.

Τhey asked about my marriage...

If Paul and I were getting on...

It was horrible.

Τhey concluded it was an accident.

It was an accident, nothing else.

It was an accident.

Sarah, it's Paul.

I can't imagine the violent shock you'll get reading this.

The day you left, I went to see Greg.

I killed him. It was an accident.

I realized that whatever I did, I'd lost you all.

I made the decision to die, vanish.

Our children's father is dead.

It was the only way to avoid their father being a murderer.

So this is where you are, Froggy?

- You're good at lying low. - You know I'm French?

It's a small town.

Bartholomé.

62 years old, single...

very attached to my adopted homeland.

What else can I tell you about me?

That's good for starters.

I haven't told you about my ex-wives yet.

Are there a lot?

Three. And you?

None.

No way! Never married?

No.

That's crazy.

You gotta be from Paris not to get married.

Unless you're a faggot?

Just kidding.

- You're mad I called you a fag? - No.

It's not very subtle, but I'm not mad.

I'm losing my touch. Usually, I get people mad real fast.

Maybe I need another drink.

I've got the hots for little Linda.

Damn it!

I can't go home like this.

I'll get myself killed.

The first bend, I'm a dead man!

Call a cab.

A cab?

Here?

If there isn't one, a chopper?

You idiot!

Come on, get up.

You got a couch?

You got a couch, you got a guest.

A last beer and I'll shut up till morning. Deal?

Not bad.

You really are a photographer.

Yeah.

You're a bluffer.

Why d'you say that?

After 5 hours' drinking, I know nothing about you.

That's why I said that. Goodnight!

Grégoire Kremer?

Bartholomé?

Grégoire Kremer?

Is this a bad time?

I was going out.

I'm Ivana Levkovitz, photo editor in Kotor for the Belgrade daily.

I work with Bartholomé.

You met last night, right?

Yeah.

Didn't he tell you he was our editor?

No.

I'm calling because he left your photos on my desk this morning.

I just looked at your work

and it's very interesting. Honestly.

It'd be easier to talk face to face.

Yes.

Tomorrow noon at our office in Kotor, is that okay?

Yes.

See you tomorrow.

- Ivana. Nice to meet you. - Grégoire Kremer.

This way.

That's Bartholomé's bedroom.

He sometimes sleeps here.

- I'd no idea he was a journalist. - A real wordsmith.

Very popular, a local celebrity.

Welcome to the photo dump. Take a seat.

Sorry for the mess, it's the only way I can work.

I'm really happy to meet you.

It's a stroke of luck for us.

How'd you wind up here?

I love it here, but for you,

Paris or New York is where it's at.

It didn't work out for me in Paris.

I was sick of doing weddings,

so I decided to take off and try my luck someplace else.

I see. Thanks for telling me the true story.

Usually, people sex it up at the first meeting.

I'm hungry. What about you?

Yeah.

So here's my idea. I'm sure Belgrade will approve it.

Our paper is very photo-oriented,

with Europe-wide syndication.

I want to publish your portraits,

one a week, in our weekend supplement.

We'll do a 6-week trial run.

I can offer you 100 euros per photo.

That's nothing.

Maybe not, in Paris,

but it's way over our usual rate.

Why's your French so good?

I just do.

Sorry, I interrupted.

Come in.

Damn! Not a half-naked secretary.

What do you want?

I'm not sure. I'm torn.

Do I hit you or thank you?

I gave you your big break.

Now you owe me unfailing loyalty. I expect...

friendship, company and you to buy the drinks.

That's all.

- I'm going to be very busy. - I can't hear you.

Say, I Googled you.

Saw your Paris photos. Getting out was a smart move.

You don't look the trust fund type.

I lost my parents when I was 22.

They left me some money and a big house in a swanky suburb.

You're free to go back, then.

Yes.

How come you left with nothing?

I don't understand.

I mean, why's your house empty?

Nothing from the past, no photos, no alarm clock, nothing.

Not even a suitcase.

So what?

So nothing.

Don't leave a tip, the guy's a jerk.

- You know him? - He's my brother.

- You're joking? - He really is my brother.

You fell out?

We just don't talk. He's an idiot.

Don't you want to exhibit?

Funny, you don't seem to believe in yourself.

I do. I'm just cautious.

Before I forget, the week before publication,

there's always last-minute hassle.

I need to be able to reach you.

Don't worry, I'll only call as a last resort.

Okay, thanks.

What flash were you using here?

I wasn't. I made do with natural light.

Really?

I lucked out.

No, you didn't. Luck has nothing to do with it.

Maybe this one to start with.

I agree.

It's great.

No, I was never married.

Never wanted to.

In Paris, I dated a married woman.

- Complicated. - You said it.

Hubby find out?

Actually, he was a lawyer.

Totally missing out on life.

Acting like he was fine, switched on...

He wanted to be a photographer.

But he never had the balls.

You should have seen the guy's lab.

He had everything, the whole lot.

And in the end, she fell for you.

The real photographer.

Yeah.

Hold on...

Ivana...

Don't move.

Τhis is Ivana. Τhe gallery called. She accepts your terms.

She agrees. Isn't that great?

What? I can't hear you.

She accepts your terms.

She needs a photo of you for the press.

Can you hear me?

Yeah...

I'll call you later.

- What are you doing here? - I dropped by for a beer.

You've no one else to go to?

Sure, but I wanted a beer with you.

Thanks.

- You okay? - Fine.

Don't look it.

No, I'm fine.

I like you, but don't think I'm stupid.

What's wrong? What do you want?

What are you digging for?

Nothing, Greg. Nothing.

I've work to do.

Take a look round.

Well?

Looks good.

Great job.

It's...

It's weird, it's gone so fast.

I feel...

distant.

And at the same time, close.

Hi.

I just have one thing to say before I get drunk.

So that you know it's the result of sober reflection.

Look at them.

They believe your story.

They even buy the idea that your talent only emerged here.

So...

Enjoy it.

What difference does it make?

You okay?

I need some fresh air.

"Ass on fire" as you French say.

He's not a stowaway! He paid to travel!

He took the photos?

No, he's a stowaway.

- How much? - 30,000.

Offer 25. Even if he asks 40 or 50, I'll buy them.

Sir! Please!

For Italian TV!

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