Eggroll! Slow down!
Not again!
You have hobos!
Lulu? I thought you were dead.
No more hobos, Mishi!
Tell Bruna!
It was great seeing you again, Lulu! Heartwarming!
Very special!
Coffee is ready!
Where the hell is the key!
Cheyenne?
What are you doing here?
I’m sleeping in hallways because I can’t get into my own goddamn apartment.
You want coffee?
So, you take in strays now? Like Oliver Twist?
Yes. It’s just like Oliver Twist.
I thought we had cheese.
The cheese was bad!
Where is the key?
Cheese cannot go bad.
It had hair!
Hey! Where is the plant key?
We took it out of the plant.
Why would you take it out of the plant?
How are you supposed to get into the apartment?
She has a key!
What do you mean she has a key? Like on her? To carry around?
I don’t know what she does with it.
I never had a key!
You didn’t need a key! She needs a key!
-Why? -I don’t know why.
She wanted a key. It seemed important. Why didn’t you knock?
I didn’t knock because there’s always a key! In the plant!
And when there’s no key in the plant, it’s because the Wednesday night man is there.
New York has made you rude and loud!
You got a dog?
This is Simi.
You hate dogs.
Eh...
What do you mean “eh?”
You hate dogs.
It scares the mice.
You never let me have a dog.
You had the tutus.
Very different things.
Hey! I did not know you were coming home.
If I did, I would’ve left the door unlocked.
You can’t keep the door unlocked. It’s not safe.
I showed you where the machete is.
I’m not going to machete someone.
You say that now. Wait.
I don’t understand what’s happening here.
You take this person in, you don’t tell me.
You move the key - you don’t tell me. You get a dog - you don’t tell me.
So I have a dog,
so there’s no key in the plant, so I went to see her ballet...
Wait - what?
Ah fuck me...
You went to see her dance?
Forget I said that.
You never came to see me dance.
Cheyenne, you told me not to.
I did not. You said “Do I have to?” And I said “No.”
I’m your daughter. You shouldn’t have even asked. You should’ve just come.
Well, I’m an imperfect person. Kill me.
Show her where the machete is.
I know where the machete is!
Where is she sleeping?
The storage room. I moved some stuff. Fixed the bed.
The princess bed? Are you kidding me?
The princess bed
with the gold and the pretty flowers
and the space underneath to store your private things?
You’re embarrassing yourself! It’s just a bed!
I begged you to fix that bed. You never fixed that bed.
Well, happy? Now it’s fixed.
You’re a heartless demon!
Nice to have you home!
Where’s my wallet?
Has anyone seen my wallet?
My doorknob came off!
Well, put it back on!
I’m not the janitor! I do not get paid to fix doorknobs!
Your difficult mother buys you presents.
My difficult mother buys me nothing.
Your difficult mother has to save her money to bail you out of jail.
Why are you in here? This is my room. Or have you rented it out?
Ignore her, Mishi.
She’s having a fit. Let her stomp around.
I’m not stomping around!
Yes you are!
You are acting like a jealous infant. Yes, I fixed the bed.
I also fixed the toilet because it backed up.
Would you like me to stuff the shit back into the pipes?
For old time’s sake?
Yes. Please do that.
I’m going to get some cheese.
What?!
Ooh, amazing coat.
Want to go in?
Why not? It’s my birthday.
No - it’s on the right.
I remember it on the left.
That’s if you’re coming at it from a different direction.
We always come from the same direction. Through the main gate.
Just keep looking.
We should ask one of the guards for help.
You want to do that?
Go tell a stranger you can’t remember where you buried your father?
I was 3. They’ll let it slide.
You were 5.
I was 3.
No, I had you, I’ll tell you how old you were.
He died in ’94.
Oh.
-You were 3. -Thank you.
Maybe they moved him.
He’s not an ottoman. They didn’t move him.
-I’m going over there. -That’s heading toward Chopin.
We should be heading away from Chopin.
Chopin is that way.
You know everything all of a sudden?
Did you ever consider giving me my father’s last name?
Blecht? No.
Because you didn’t like his last name.
And because he was boring. I didn’t want you to be boring.
If he was so boring why were you with him?
I wanted to get out of my parents’ house.
But you didn’t. You two just moved in with them.
You still live in that same apartment.
So, it wasn’t a perfect plan.
I think he was near a Christophe something...
Are you sorry? You never had a father?
Please. You were enough to deal with.
If Papa had lived, would you have stayed with him?
I don’t know.
He couldn’t fix anything. Now -
(Both) -my father could fix anything. -my father could fix anything.
Well, he could.
Anything in the world he could make work.
He’d say “Bruna you can’t ever count on anybody. You can only depend on you.”
So he taught me to fix things.
How to survive in the wild. How to make anything into a weapon.
You know what I think?
What?
I think you’re in love with your father.
You’re disgusting.
Your eyes light up when you talk about him.
That’s cataracts.
Well, I’ll be damned.
You’re not going to believe it!
You found Papa?
-Marcel Proust. -We’ve been looking for him for years.
Proust.
Now that’s a good last name.
Anything?
Shit.
Anything over there?
Wait. We’re going in circles.
How do you know?
This is my credit card. I must’ve dropped it here.
How can you drop a credit card? What is wrong with you?
I’m going to ask for a map.
When Magellan went out exploring, did he have a map?
Of course he did!
You can’t always take the easy way out!
So what happened with the Monday night man?
What always happens?
Do you miss him?
You watch a TV show. You like it. It’s cancelled. You’re sad.
You find another TV show.
You go on.
You know, back in New York, there is a man. A dancer. My partner.
And this partner, he’s your Monday night man?
The days change but it’s definitely a weekly occurrence.
So he’s your boyfriend.
No. Not a boyfriend.
Then what?
I don’t know. There’s...feelings there.
It happens to the best of us.
I don’t like it. The feelings.
Then you break it off. Take the key out of the planter. He’ll get the hint.
I don’t want to take the key out of the planter.
Okay, leave the key in the planter.
I don’t have a planter.
Where do you put the key?
This is not about the key, okay?
I slipped the other night.
Slipped? Onstage?
During The Nutcracker. I started to dance,
everything was fine, and then suddenly -
So, it’s over then?
No more tutus?
I don’t know.
I don’t know what it means.
But it means something.
What? They’re closing already?
What time is it?
It’s ten of five.
Impossible.
We’ve been here 4 hours?
Every time we come, same thing.
You’re acting like it’s my fault.
Next time, I’m asking for a map.
No maps.
Just leave those somewhere.
You know what? Maybe he’s buried at Montparnasse.
I already told you my name is Matthieu...
Hello, Matthieu.
Stop it! Stop talking in unison!
It’s okay, Matthieu...
I was told to come here this morning at ten o’clock.
And it’s great that you did.
Acknowledging the problem is a big step toward your recovery.
I don’t have a problem!
I have a rehearsal!
Are you using that?
Oh. Uh...hold on -
Now, I’m done.
Oh, I love this toaster. Does it work?
Of course. I restored it myself.
-How much? -175 €
Stop that.
Whatever you think is fair.
You paid 75 for it broken.
175 is too much.
My daughter.
How about 100?
-Yes. -No! 175.
You have your surgery coming up. You won’t be able to work.
How will you pay rent?
125?
And if the surgery doesn’t work and they have to take the leg?
175! I insist.
Keep the change.
Good luck on your surgery.
Here you go.
I fixed it.
I’ll tell you if you fixed it.
You! Under the hat. I am not very happy with you right now.
-Who is that? -That is the magician: Timeo.
He waves his cape and disappears from girls’ lives.
I’m behind. What girl?
One day she’s looking at her phone giggling like an idiot the next day -
- you changed your phone name so she can’t find you.
What? What did you do?
He broke up with Mishi.
Our Mishi?
Why did you break up with Mishi?
I didn’t break up with Mishi.
He thinks he can do better.
I don’t think I can do better.
Good. Because you can’t.
You absolutely can’t.
You hurt Mishi. I wash my hands of you.
Stupid boy.
Why did you break up with her?
Too pretty? Hurts your eyes to look?
I didn’t break up with her. We only went out once.
She showed me her phone - where you made a block,
erased yourself or something, I don’t know.
I wasn’t paying that much attention because I don’t really care.
Long story short, she’s moping. Because of you.
No one is going to let me explain?
No. You ran away and broke her heart.
I did not run away! I like Mishi.
I couldn’t tell if she liked me back.
She wouldn’t let me take her home,
or walk her to the Métro. She didn’t return any of my messages.
I had no idea if she got home safe or not.
And I did not block her from my Instagram,
which I’m assuming is what you’re talking about,
I deleted it during exams so I wouldn’t get distracted.
Oh. Okay.
Okay? That’s all?
What more do you want?
Help. What do I do?
Timeo, have you ever met a ballet dancer before?
We’re weird.
We do weird things.
We stand on our toes on purpose. Why?
I don’t know. Ask Louis XIV.
Our whole lives are spent in disgusting, unsanitary places.
We smell - all the time.
All the time.
-You’re trying to scare me off. -No.
If I was trying to scare you off I’d show you my feet.
I don’t care about her feet.
Dancers don’t know what day it is, or what the weather’s like outside.
We are part of a cult.
If you truly want to date a ballet dancer
you will need to drink the Kool-Aid and work a little harder.
What do I have to do?
Pursue her.
Go to a performance. Go see Mishi dance.
Yes, go see Mishi dance. Not me.
Don’t see me dance. I’m not worth it.
You told me not to go!
Napoleon’s foot warmer.
What? They bought it?
It was a waffle iron with the waffle-making parts missing.
Now it’s just a metal square.
And they paid 500 € for that metal square.
You are going to ruin my reputation there.
My customers love me.
Bullshit.
They think I find the most wonderful things.
They think you are a snake.
See? And you called them stupid.
Cheyenne Toussaint...
Cheyenne Toussaint.
You are the greatest ballerina in the world.
Madame Toussaint? I want to be just like you. But me.
Boy, she’s a real lightweight. Look at her.
And that’s after you watered it down.
I may not have watered it down.
I got a very strange phone call today.
From Jack. He runs the Metropolitan Ballet.
Oh. The American Tutus.
He offered me a job.
You have a job.
He asked me to be Artistic Director of the company.
I have never thought of myself that way before. Taking meetings, having an office.
Can you imagine?
It’s interesting timing. You know, with the slip...
It’s not like I am completely unqualified for it.
I have lots of ideas for new ballets. Thoughts about choreography, music...
It’s a good company with potential.
But it needs new thinking.
They have got to get rid of those terrible champagne glasses
with the etching on them.
Old ladies just steal them.
But still, me as Artistic Director...
I’m not going to do it.
Art...
...is subjective.
Ohh, cool.
Crazy. Is that live?
We’re here! It’s at the opera. It’s amazing! You gotta come!
This is what we saw online!
They’ve got it on a big screen.
Are they dancing?
No, they’re just sitting there, it’s hilarious!
Is he...is he coming back?
No.
But he doesn’t have to.