Don't move!
Who is it?
-What's wrong? -Everything.
Everything is wrong, Franz. I…
I'm locked up in this room that I hate, I…
I'm scared.
I worry constantly about you getting killed,
about my brother getting killed.
No matter what happens, I'll lose everything!
Stop! Do you hear me?
I hate this war.
I hate Hitler, Germany and France.
You're the only one I'd be willing to sacrifice myself for.
You're my country, Madeleine.
My flag.
It's not just about me anymore.
Open up!
This is London
with the sixth news report from the BBC.
With Françoise, forget Victor Hugo.
If you recite a poem, she'll throw the toaster at you.
Françoise likes to be dominated. Not like your wife.
-Cut it out. -I'm serious.
Françoise's fantasy is very much old-school.
-Hand on her ass and tell her to shut up. -Okay.
-And during sex? -Same.
She does all the work.
Ouch!
I'm sorry.
Okay, let me take a look at you.
Okay.
-Stand up straight. -I am.
Say "Long live France."
-Come on… -Say it!
Long live France.
Come on! Say it better than that!
Long live France!
Arise, children of the fatherland
The day of glory…
What did you tell your wife?
-What do you mean? -When you don't sleep at home.
I've never been to Nancy.
It's nice.
Which hotel are you staying at?
I don't know, Bertin is handling the sale.
The Grand Hôtel de la Reine? The Hôtel de Guise?
-That's the one, I think. -Really?
Fancy.
You're in their good books.
Since I sold two Patek Philippes, they'd French kiss me if they could.
I'm proud of you.
Really, I…
You look great.
Better than ever.
You didn't like the beard?
I did.
But the guy wearing it, not as much.
I'm gonna be late, I have to go.
Yes, It's time.
Let me see.
You kept it?
Always.
The only thing she left.
I loved her, you know.
I hate her,
but I loved her.
Okay, go now.
-Shove it down her throat. -Yes.
Hello, ma'am.
Hello.
Gaston?
Are you here, honey?
I got you some chicken.
I went to two stores,
no palm hearts.
There you are, honey.
Why didn't you answer me?
Did you have a good day?
Yes?
I'll make you some tea.
One sugar? Two?
No sugar? Well…
It's good. You're being serious, I'm proud of you.
No, you're not fat, honey.
And besides, you know,
we have to look our age, my love.
And you're not doing too bad.
Tell me,
did you talk to Maurice about the porcelain?
Yes? And?
Really?
Well, well…
Oh, you know, I don't know much about it,
but I'm sure you're right.
Tonight's contestants...
It looks good. What is it?
Come on, Colonel! It's Thursday.
Of course. Silly me.
You like lots of garlic with your tripe.
That's from your Vendean roots.
Excellent.
-That's not water! -Pear liqueur.
Is there a problem, Colonel?
Never.
I'm French.
And not just any Frenchman.
What is she doing?
Hello.
Can't I finish my tripe?
A man of your rank can do two things at the same time.
Hello, it's Alphonse. Leave a message.
We exit the belt, get to the rich area,
stop in front of the building, check to see if it's quiet,
go up, fifth floor on the left, take the dough and we bounce.
-All good? -Sure.
Are you listening to me?
-The dog… -I'm talking to you!
What's your problem?
If you don't listen, we'll screw up.
-We've been listening. -Really?
What do you do when you're in?
How's the place?
-You get in… -Yes.
-There's a hallway. -Yeah.
A living room on the left.
On the right, asshole. The john is on the left.
After the living room, on the left, there's her bedroom.
And then?
In the bedroom, there is a bed and…
-Are you fucking serious? -What?
Duh. Have you ever seen a bedroom without a bed?
Sometimes there isn't one. My sister doesn't have a bed.
She's a slut.
-Shut the fuck up. -She never sleeps there.
Shut your mouths.
Leave his sister alone. Marco, look at me.
-What's in the bedroom? -There's…
The safe.
Where is it?
In the dresser.
In the closet, dumbass. The closet!
Stop playing the real estate agent!
You're so fucking stupid, your brain is mush.
I'm not gonna give 40 bags to a zombie that can't tell a closet from a dresser!
Your mom's an undresser.
What did you say? Son of a bitch!
Stop it! Stop it!
Bro…
-Here, take it. -Fuck!
Easy, bro. We'll handle it, chill.
I'm not your bro.
Got it? You're not my bro.
Shut the fuck up. I have no one.
Got it? I have no one.
I get it.
I do get it.
Of course. That's understandable.
Goodbye.
That's how you say goodbye to 400 euros.
-What do you mean? -She won't pay.
I did my job.
I keep telling you that sex is not what matters to the clients.
Okay. But it was still hard work.
Why'd you bring flowers?
Not flowers, one rose.
What's this, Colonel?
-I thought… -I never said it was a date.
Her fantasy is an officer who comes to fill his belly and empty his balls.
I did that.
The colonel is based on someone real.
He freed three villages and killed 40 Krauts.
He had no time to pick violets.
I'm sorry. I didn't realize I had to be an asshole.
Not an asshole. An old-fashioned guy.
-She cooked for me. -And?
That's what she likes, cooking, taking care of you, a slap in the face.
-Why did you thank her? -It was really good, thank you.
No, I'll do it.
-It's heavy. -Are you stupid?
Have you ever seen an officer clear the table?
Colonel…
-Did you wash the dishes, too? -I did.
Put on an apron if you want to clean, the money isn't as good.
And then?
You tucked her in like a little girl and kissed her on the forehead?
I felt bad for her.
I fucking warned you!
The guy comes over, he eats, he comes and he leaves.
He doesn't say thank you.
Yeah, but that's...
You'll have to get used to it, man.
Women of that generation were not all Simone de Beauvoir.
I'm sorry.
Stop apologizing.
And when you came,
did you grab her face and say…
Sorry, excuse me.
It happened a bit fast, so…
So what? She must have been flattered.
She's 77! She's not used to men coming so fast!
But she does have a lovely face, she has…
Don't get attached, we won't see her again.
Okay.
But it's not that bad. You'll do better tomorrow.
I'm not worried.
Tomorrow's client likes
to treat you like shit.
Like your wife.
Kidding.
No, you're not.
No, I'm not.
I'm back early. I'm supposed to be in Nancy until tomorrow night.
Want to sleep here?
-Is this okay? -What?
-You okay? -Yes.
-I made some room. -Thanks.
-There. -That's better.
Yes.
You would do that when you were a kid.
Here. Bring that file. It's important.
Very good.
By Tuesday, I can present a final draft
of the traffic decongestion bill.
Thank you, Aude.
I also wrote a summary on the Valézy project.
Are we still discussing this stupid tunnel?
I decided, the prefect backed my decision.
Henri, what's for today?
I was thinking we could tackle the KLM report…
What does the minister think?
He hasn't read it?
Let him take his time.
French people are patient, everyone knows that.
Aude, coffee, please?
-Coffee? -Not for me.
-No, thanks. -One ristretto for Henri.
You look sleepy.
There.
"Once more I see you, madam.
Of all the love in my soul.
Yours is the most tender and the first.
Do you remember our story?
I have kept it in my memory.
It was, I think, last summer"
-Hi. -Hi.
Right on time for dinner.
So I changed the program. I'll do Tuesdays, you, Wednesdays,
and so on.
Sit down.
It looks delicious.
I have to travel again.
-Did you do all that? -It's Uber Eats.
Like I have time. Here.
-Sorry. I'm sorry. -It's fine.
-How was it in Nancy? -Very good.
-Did you try to call me? -Yes.
You forgot this.
With your ID, your credit card.
How did you manage?
Yes, thanks.
-There. -How did you manage?
I asked Bertin to lend me some money.
And the Hôtel de Guise?
Did you have a view of the plaza?
Yes, overlooking the plaza, I could see…
I'm sorry.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
What's wrong, Margot?
Where were you, Alphonse?
Not in Nancy, I called the hotel.
-Why did you do that? -I don't know.
An instinct. The way you were talking about it.
You don't know how to lie.
You look like an idiot when you lie.
Like right now.
The truth, or I'll throw the eggplant.
-A gigolo? Your dad? -Yes.
I mean, he's not much of one now.
Gigolo Jacques. Fuck.
I would've have imagined anything, but this is insane.
Fucking Jacquot.
He looks so sad in his chair.
If you could see him when he talks about her. He's a different man.
So what do you do?
I take care of him.
I bathe him, I put him to bed… I blow his nose.
-Really. -I help him with his exercises.
The first four weeks are crucial.
He can't manage on his own. If I don't help him, he'll die.
Whatever we say about him, he raised me.
He's my last connection to my mother.
I get it.
Sorry, I should have told you.
No, it's my fault.
I'm too hard on you, I know.
I jump down your throat before you can tell me anything.
I'm an army brat.
I make the same mistakes my dad made.
Look at me, Alphonse.
Maybe we're not the perfect couple,
there's no passion every night,
but we are a team.
I like that, deep down, we want the best for each other.
I support you, you support me.
And whatever we have built,
it's because we trust each other.
I promise to go easier on you.
Really?
But promise me,
look me in the eye,
promise to never lie to me again.
Say you love me!
You promise?
I promise.
JACQUES Where are you? You're late!
It's him.
They're running some tests tomorrow to see if he can walk again.
I get it.
Can I take a shower?
You live here.
I thought my brain was broken.
Something was broken, I don't know when it happened, but…
Ever since, there's been a…
Is it working again?
Yes. I don't know why, but it does.
Do you like it?
It's more than that, it's…
It's delightful.
It's like somebody had pulled
a pipe out of my throat.
Or sand from my eyes.
-What's your name? -I don't have a name.
-You don't want to talk? -No.
-Can I get the cash? -Now?
Yes, now.
I'd rather jerk off and watch you.
Okay.
Can I touch you?
Do your thing, no questions.
-Evening. -Evening.
-We've booked a table. Martha Drumond. -Yes.
Follow me. She's not here yet.
Thank you.
You're lucky to see Martha tonight.
It's never boring with her.
Turn it off, it's disgusting.
-It doesn't bother me. -Turn it off, then.
She's got everything planned.
She's booked a table at Le Taillevent for 9:15.
What can I get you?
-Thanks, but I'm waiting for someone. -Of course.
I'm gonna have to put a mustache on you.
Why?
The guy she fantasizes about had a mustache.
Some jerk.
The scenario is pretty simple, it's a proposal.
-By the way, take off your ring. -Sure.
She bought the ring you'll give her.
Go get it.
It says "Martha" on the box.
-Martha? -Yes.
Based on the size of the ring, money is not an issue for her.
Sorry for being late, I don't know the area very well.
You didn't mess around. What's up with you?
I don't know, I wanted to
go to a place as beautiful as your eyes.
And good food.
-It's… -Don't be uptight like them.
-Would you like to order? -Yes.
What would I like?
Champagne?
Certainly not, it makes your breath stink.
We're going to kiss, I can't put you through that.
I'll have a whiskey neat.
-Which one? -Your oldest.
-I'll have the same. -Thank you.
Thank you.
Everyone's got a stick up their ass here.
-Hello, my love. -Hello.
Did you talk to your father?
Excuse me?
I don't want to go to Le Touquet with them this summer.
I respect and I love your parents,
but I will not go through the same nightmare again.
Where would you like to go, my love?
We talked about it a hundred times. You're not listening?
No, I prefer looking at you.
To Ravello, Italy, since we've been there.
-Fine. To Italy. -To Italy.
Bottoms up!
-Hello? -It's…
It's good to hear your voice.
You took your time to call me back.
I feel something happened between us at the bank.
-Am I mistaken? -I don't know.
You don't know?
I think I don't want to know. Okay…
-I have to go. -Why?
Fuck.
Before you order, I have something to tell you.
-Can't it wait? -No.
Is it important? I hate being interrupted when I'm reading.
I guess it's not chocolate.
If it is what I think it is, you'd better get down on one knee.
So…
My love,
will you be my wife?
Sit down.
Martha will try your patience, son.
-What? -Come on. Claude, sit down.
They're watching, it's embarrassing.
Like they say, don't upset her, she's full of tears.
If you don't know what she wants, don't worry, she doesn't either.
So you chose this place for this unforgettable moment?
Surrounded by uptight people and old ladies with poodles?
So charming.
-Listen… -No, you listen.
That's why I don't want to go to your parents' anymore,
and why I left Fabrice.
These people eat and think according to their class.
I'm sorry.
I watched my mother die of boredom. I was hoping that
the man who would propose to me would know me well enough
not to do it in a hospice.
Well…
I have to admit that I'm a bit confused. I don't know…
-You wanted to come here. -Me?
I chose the restaurant? What are you talking about?
A fussy gourmet spot specializing in meat?
Suggestions: spare rib confit,
creamy veal steak. I'm a vegetarian.
Just reading this makes me sick.
Excuse me?
Is your dead sheep cooked enough?
Can you hear it bleat?
It doesn't fit, it's not my size.
Marry your cousin, your parents will be delighted.
Okay, sorry about her.
Martha!
Alphonse.
-Good evening. -I knew it was you.
I thought, "That couldn't be him."
-Well, it is. -You've changed.
-You're so elegant. -Indeed.
Chloé, my wife.
-Nice to meet you. -Hello.
-Are you in love? -Excuse me?
I'm asking because I'm about to slap him.
-Yes? -She left.
I know, relax. You'll find her near Place Dauphine, by the river.
-Really? -Don't worry. Do as I say.
-Was that part of the plan? -Go. Nothing is easy with Martha.
-This is wild. -It's beautiful.
Fuck.
Don't touch it.
I'll talk to Louis, I'll explain everything,
then you can touch.
I'm listening.
Not in front of the dumbasses.
-Why? -What?
Guys, come on.
Go, I'll see you at Charlie's.
Go now!
Pick one up, bro.
You dig it, right?
It's crazy heavy.
You're such a piece of shit.
What?
Put the gun down. Sit down and listen to me.
Excuse me.
-Can I cut in? -Okay.
You're right. I wanted to impress you with that shitty restaurant.
No need to impress me like that.
-I know. -You should have come after me.
Why didn't you run?
You don't love me enough to run a few feet?
Appearances, as always.
You scare me.
Where is the young man who went to art school against his parents' will?
He's right in front of you.
And he loves you.
Don't you have a question for me?
Will you be…
-No! -What?
That boy keeps staring at me.
What?
No, he's not.
Why wouldn't he? Am I not the kind of woman men stare at?
Of course you are.
It's unavoidable, I get it.
I will always have to ignore men looking at you.
And do nothing? You don't care about their perverted stare?
-My love… -Your love.
You let him sully me with his filthy lust?
Hello. Excuse me.
I'm pretending to ask you to stop looking at that lady.
What?
The lady at the bar.
Is she your mother?
No, she's not.
But I'm gonna have to pretend
to yell at you for looking at her.
You're nuts, I wasn't looking at your old bitch.
-You don't have to use those words… -Beat it, go away.
-What? -Fuck off!
-Stop this. -Beat it, old bitch!
-Excuse me? -It's okay.
Wait. What did you call her?
Why?
She's the love of my life.
What are you gonna do?
What's your problem?
Stop! It's okay!
-What's your problem? -Stop!
Stop! Stop right now!
I really hate that kind of language.
So no one can look at me?
That's not it. Did you hear what he said?
He looked at me, what if I liked it?
Am I your property? Are we still living in the '50s?
-Is this the marriage you're offering? -I see.
Good night, I'm going to bed. Keep your money.
Oh, no.
I can't believe it!
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I don't understand. Why?
I'm scared of losing you.
I'd rather die than see you leave.
If you love him, why say no to his proposal?
I don't say no, but…
I want it to be exactly like my dream.
Don't take it the wrong way, ma'am, but you're a pain in the ass.
I love it when you call me "ma'am."
It reminds me of the first time you came to talk to me outside Aldo's.
You said, "Evening, ma'am, I'm a friend of your cousin's.
I'm having a picnic tomorrow at Saint-Cassien Lake."
We went for a swim. It was cold.
My teeth were chattering, yours, too.
And I said…
"I don't live too far.
Come get changed at home."
Where are you going?
I don't live too far.
Are you coming?
I'm gonna lend you the stuff, you take care of your business.
But know this,
I don't trust you. I don't like guys like you.
Guys from nice neighborhoods who act tough with their Air Maxes.
-You're just a little fag. -What did you say?
I'm warning you, bro. I swear to God.
"I'm warning you"?
About what?
Who do you think you're scaring here?
Warning me? Want me to shoot you?
Listen to me.
Repeat after me.
Everything I say, you say. Okay?
I didn't hear you.
Okay.
I'm just a little middle-class kid
who's playing with guns.
Fuck it. I'm just a little middle-class kid who's playing with guns.
I like shoving my dick in guys' asses.
Shut the fuck up!
-Say it. -No.
-I'll never say that. -Do you want the guns?
Yes, but I won't say that.
Say it.
No.
Give me your clothes, I'll dry them.
-What's wrong? -I knew it.
-It was too good to be true. -What is it?
I kept thinking, "Be careful." You're both monsters.
-What are you talking about? -Her.
-"Her"? -This.
It's the lighter I gave my sister for her birthday.
She's the one for you.
She's quieter, more demanding and feminine than I am.
She's going to gloat. She always said boys preferred me.
You'll be happy together.
-I think I'll jump. -No, Martha!
-Don't come near me. -Martha!
Wait.
-Martha. -Don't come any closer.
I won't.
Does my sister give good blow jobs? Her buckteeth don't get in the way?
So that's it.
He left you for your sister?
What does she have that I don't?
Nothing. I'm sure she has nothing you don't.
-What? -I was a coward.
You scared me. You know how scary you can be.
Come here.
Pull me up! Please!
-Should I let go? -This isn't funny!
Pull me up.
You've paid for a marriage proposal.
I'm gonna ask again and you're going to say yes.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Promise? -Yes, but hurry up!
-Will you be my fucking wife? -Yes!
-I can't hear you. -Yes!
-No. Stop. -What?
Not tonight. Something's not right.
Fuck!
Here.
-I told you. She's complicated. -Tell me about it.
-But it wasn't boring. -No. Unfortunately.
Don't complain. She pays good money.
Easy on the butter.
Please. Food is all I have left.
It's not that late.
Do you have anything?
What do you mean?
-Sit down, Colonel. -Shut up.
There.
-Was everything all right? -Why do you care?
It's as hard as a fucking shoe. Do you want to break my teeth?
-I'm sorry. -Don't touch it.
-It'll do, sit down. -Yes.
You can never be too mean to Françoise.
She's a feminist's nightmare.
This shit is not cooked properly.
Are you just gonna sit and watch me?
Get down here, we're at war, remember?
That's good.
That's a good girl.
You're doing good. There.
Don't slow down, you're not that good. Hurry up, come on.
Steady pace, come on! And… There.
-Evening, Sergeant. -Officer.
-What's the racket about? -We're having fun with a German's whore.
-Getting what she deserves. -Step aside.
Let her go immediately.
Or I'll tell the colonel.
Would he approve of such barbaric behavior?
Your name, Sergeant.
Maurice Bergeron.
Take off your jacket and put it on this woman.
But she was Kraut's whore.
Shut up! Do as I say.
Dismissed.
Come with me.
Please.
Fucking whore!
Collaborator!
I'm writing to you to say that, without you, my life would be different.
I'll never forget what you did that night.
Some actions can keep the fire burning inside the coldest hearts.
For years, I used all my strength to lead a normal life.
No matter how people would judge my past,
I loved a man that I didn't choose to love
in the middle of a war that he didn't want to be a part of.
The night you saved me from that atrocity,
I was carrying the fruit of that passion.
Thanks to a chief warrant officer, she was able to live.
A young girl who doesn't know anything about the pain she survived.
I'd love to put one of her smiles in this envelope,
a bright sign of your humanity.
Well, it wasn't great.
But you're getting better, my little Françoise.
-Thank you, Colonel. -You're welcome.
Who is she? Pretty cute.
You don't recognize her? It's my mother, and me.
I wouldn't be here without you.
Weird.
Mister Love, hello.
-Hello. -Is that you?
-Is this a bad time? -Not at all.
It's only 3:00 a.m.
Everything went well with your colleague.
-Good. -And you don't mind?
What do you mean?
We've been seeing each other for 20 years, you send me a stranger…
I say it went well and...
that doesn't bother you.
You're not an osteopath.
I've put your penis in my mouth 842 times.
You counted?
I'm a science graduate. I count everything, it's my job.
What's wrong, Martha?
You're paying for a service.
A character. You don't know anything about me.
I know you better than you think.
I can read your body language, your silences.
I wasn't buying a service. I was buying you.
-I miss you. -Okay.
But I'm not available.
Why? Who is it? What is it?
It's no one.
So you want to play? I'll see him again. It's your loss.
Don't come back crying when you lose me.
I'll lower the rate to 1%.
-0.75%. -0.80%.
And the renovation?
Can I get a loan for that?
Depends on the type of renovation.
-Thirty thousand. -Fifty thousand!
Forty thousand.
You're here?
Sorry for waking you.
What time is it?
Go back to sleep.
Is he okay?
Not really. He had an episode at 2:30. Go back to sleep.
MONTALCINO, TUSCANY
Please, my mother would like to be alone. Thank you.
-Where are you going? -Don't touch me, drunkard!
I'm gonna kill you, bitch!
Open it!
Son of a bitch.
You won't hurt anyone with this anymore.