Here.
Thank you.
If you don't mind, my colleague will take some photos for the file.
So, these are all your financial statements
for the last two years.
Yes.
What do you do for a living?
I give piano lessons. At home.
Great.
So, "Sogedec," that's the company that hires you?
It's my company. A management company with my reported earnings.
You make good money teaching music theory.
Why do you say that?
I see you have a lot of valuable items.
As you can imagine, I've worked for a long time.
-Is that a Chazelles Cognac? -Yes.
-Would you like to try some? -No.
Thanks, but not when I'm working.
I wouldn't say no.
No, you're fine.
Dad, call me, please.
Things are not too bad with your aunt?
As soon as I got here, I wanted to stab her.
She was drunk on pastis by 11:00 a.m.
You poor thing.
-Take care. -You, too.
Ciao.
-Thank you, Mr. Bisson. -All right.
I hate to ask you this, but...
We don't get to meet artists that often.
Could you play something for us?
You don't have to, but...
-Mr. Bisson? -Yes?
It depends.
What would like me to play?
Whatever you can play.
Classical music?
That'd be great.
It's atonal music.
I can see that.
Who's it by?
Béla Bartók.
Do you know him?
Yes.
I know him very well.
Of course I don't. I was kidding!
I don't know him at all.
Okay, we have work to do.
Okay...
-Sorry for bothering you. -No problem.
What are you waiting for?
-I'll finish this and go. -Come on.
You can finish it later. Go.
-May I? -I'd love to.
Thank you.
This is Jacques Bisson's voice mail.
Please leave a message and I'll call you back.
Please, call me back.
We exchanged some harsh words.
I didn't mean half of it. Please, call me back.
Tea? Or coffee?
There's both.
Why is he doing Belmondo?
I don't know. Why are you doing Belmondo?
When it's sunny, I do Belmondo.
Tea or coffee?
-Coffee. -Tea.
So tell me, swimmers,
what about a little boat trip?
A good friend of mine has invited us on her boat.
Yeah.
"Sometimes, to have fun, the crew
Would catch albatrosses, Those great sea birds,
That languorously follow a ship,
As it glides over the briny deep."
Thank you.
Now, I'll become one with the sea.
Come on, Marguerite!
-It's a bit high. -It's not!
Come on, it'll be fine.
Well done, Marguerite!
Be careful!
Good thing my mother is dead.
Well done, Juliette!
Where is she?
-Where is she? Juliette? -Juliette?
There she is!
Come on, spit it out.
Are you two really married?
I don't know anymore.
That son of a bitch is gifted.
You can tell how much he loves it.
Why not sleep over at my place tonight?
I have 12 bedrooms, I live alone.
Do you have rooms overlooking the sea?
It's the sea that overlooks the rooms.
We'd love to.
-9:30, you said? -Yes.
Very good, Chantal, he'll be there tomorrow.
We're good.
Tomorrow night, 9:30.
Thank you, I couldn't have done it myself.
Four in one day, that's a lot.
Exactly, kid.
You have to show me what you're made of.
The guy you're replacing,
he would do four in one day with one hand tied behind his back.
Nice thing is,
they're all very different.
One's a nutjob,
one's bedridden and one's in her fifties.
What if I can't do it?
Of course you can.
Here.
And forget about your dick.
You have other tools.
For example,
what can you do with your mouth?
That's a bit basic.
You don't have a certain something? Anything special?
How many fucking tongues do you have?
-There. -Thank you.
This is what I call a vacation.
What a view, Jesus!
-Alphonse. -Coming.
-What a pain in the ass. -Stop whining.
Look at the sea.
Kiss me.
No, not like that.
Like what?
You kiss me like the real you.
Alphonse. Are you coming?
-Should we just get out of here? -No.
Why not?
We're not thieves.
Be quick.
I'm here. I was waiting for you.
Come on, I'm not going to force feed you.
I'm not hungry, Enzo.
You're too skinny, Laura.
It's like fucking a skeleton.
Good.
You'll never get rid of me.
I will kill you.
I swear to God I will.
What good would that do you?
Luigi will kill your son if anything happens to me because of you.
He's not immortal.
Good evening, ma'am.
-Please. -Thank you.
How about some music?
Do you like jazz?
Are you going to drive me around like a princess?
You are my princess.
It reminds me of how we met.
I think I will sit in the back with you and make another baby.
Try to be a good father to this one first.
-What makes a good father? -Always agree with the mother.
Have you thought of a name yet?
I can't decide between Cesare and Alfonso.
I like César better.
-Then Alfonso it will be. -Alphonse, in French.
Alphonse. Yes, Alphonse.
I like Alphonse!
-Could you play some music, please? -Of course.
There.
Sorry, I can't. Please, stop the car.
Really? Of course.
-Thank you. Goodbye. -Goodbye.
We'll figure something out.
Just one moment, please.
-He's waiting through there, Mrs. Drumont. -Thank you.
Sorry I'm late, I don't know this area.
Well, that's something.
What?
This may surprise you, but I really like this restaurant.
We've been coming here to act out this little farce so many times,
I got attached to the place, to the menu.
Now, it's me talking.
I can see that.
We don't care about your ex and his miserable ring.
Here.
It's your size, and it better be. It cost me a fortune.
It's a fire ruby.
Like your eyes when you get angry.
Which is 22 hours a day.
It's really beautiful.
Hallelujah.
To what do I owe this honor?
It's the awful moment when the fat guy gets up,
gets down on one knee
and ruptures a few discs in the process.
-You don't have to do this. -Yes, I do.
Or you're gonna keep busting my balls.
I'm listening.
I hope so, I won't say it twice.
The last time I did it for real was with Alphonse's mother.
She broke my heart.
I know.
Okay...
Miss Martha Drumont,
the incredibly smart woman, the incredible pain in the ass,
would you be so crazy and so merciful
as to want to ruin the last few years we have left with me?
Hurry up, I'm dying.
Yes.
-What? -Yes.
Yes!
This is from the gentleman over there.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Excuse me, can I sit for a minute?
-I'd rather you didn't. -I will anyway.
Let him speak.
Who are you?
Someone who works for someone
who would like to get back what Mr. Bisson has stolen from him.
What are you talking about?
Please, I don't want to ruin such a nice evening.
You won't want to get married in prison.
What a scandal it would be for Mrs. Drumont.
What is he talking about?
We don't often see a ministerial chief of staff
-on the arms of a pimp. -I'm not...
Sure!
I forgot, you can also play a merry tune.
You know,
I have all the evidence.
Including the ones you gave me about your fake business.
-I get it. -Good.
Okay, I'm gonna go. Have a good night.
But tomorrow, you'll have to decide
between money and prison.
-That was good, right? -Very.
Perfect.
Ma'am.
I love this.
What?
Is this serious?
What?
What are you doing?
I can't believe this.
What have you dragged me into?
I'm sorry.
We shouldn't see each other for a while.
Shit.
Come on, please.
Careful, I'm ticklish.
Good news, I have your money.
Fuck, finally! Yes! Jesus!
-Wait. -What? What is it?
I only have 50,000.
What?
That's your big deal?
That's not possible.
I saw the cash in the safe. Even the cleaning lady saw it.
Those assholes tricked you, bro!
-How much? -Six hundred and twenty.
-Thousand? -Yes.
To be honest, I don't think they're lying.
I was very tough with them.
Those fucking assholes.
Your grandmother must have spent it all before she died.
-Or maybe she had debts. -Fucking bitch.
Yeah.
Where is my fucking money?
I wish I knew.
-It's a beautiful sight. -Yes, it is.
Okay...
Okay, to us.
A whiskey, please.
-Any lookers here? -What do you mean?
I don't know, something other than plain Janes.
No.
Fuck, the one time I have money.
Forget it, it's over. The fun's on the Internet now.
Okay, I'm still gonna fuck Charline.
Good luck, wear two condoms.
Say I'm a mastermind. Look at me.
-You're a mastermind. -Yes, I am.
-Say you love me. -I love you.
-Say you're in love with me. -I'm in love with you.
Say I'm the best.
You're a piece of shit, actually.
Thank you.
-Two minutes, sir. -Okay, no problem.
That was nice.
Did you like it?
What do you think?
I've never seen you like this.
I've never seen you like this, either.
Can I see you again?
We'll see.
Take care of yourself.
Alphonse.
-Can we talk for a minute? -Sure.
How are you doing?
-I hear your husband is back. -Yes.
That's good.
Maybe there's life after death.
So, are you happy?
Not at all. He's completely changed.
Or maybe I just don't remember.
-I miss you so much. -No, come on.
I swear.
Next weekend, he's going to Lyon to move some furniture.
Can you come over Friday night?
I'll pay a good price.
-Well, I'll get back to you. -Okay.
-Hello. -Hi...
Okay. The address, please.
Thank you.
What's going on?
Nice to meet you, Ludovic.
-Okay. -Alphonse.
-Do you work for Jacques? -No, he doesn't work for anyone.
Who are these people?
That's Ludovic, Malik, and Bruno, you've met him.
-They do a great job, it's working well. -Thank you, Jacques.
-You made new cards? -I had to.
Your face was on it. Now, there are four of you.
Malik, I have to talk to you about Suzanne, your 4:00.
-Go ahead. -She's got some memory issues.
Tell me about it.
Don't be fooled, she's very demanding.
-What do you mean? -Pencil in two hours.
She comes, she forgets, so you do it three times.
When she takes her medication.
-She's very sweet. -Very generous.
Don't hesitate to ask for several checks.
Okay.
Feeling rested?
-That's my room. -It was.
I go away for a week and you create a brothel.
I have to make a living.
Not to flatter you, but you worked really fast.
Four weren't enough to satisfy them.
I believe you have some savings.
No, there's nothing left.
Did you spend it all in a week?
I spent next to nothing.
-Then what? -Later, but I did it for us.
-What do you mean? -Come on, it's none of their business.
Guys, who is he?
-His son. -I see.
What would you have done?
I don't know, probably the same thing.
Dad.
What I said the other night, it's not true.
What do you mean?
About your dick.
I know it's not true.
I'm hung like a donkey.
Pablo, go take a shower, you have a client in 45 minutes.
-Who with? -Carine.
The driller? Good luck.
No, I like that.
-Really? -Sure.
It's been working out great. A 20% increase since you left.
Unlike you, they satisfied all of them.
-No, the Spanish woman left. -Sure.
What Spanish woman?
A crazy woman, it happens. She asked for a limo.
I bet it wouldn't happen with me.
-You're so cocky. -Make an appointment.
-You're here? -Yes.
Sorry, I'd completely forgotten you were here.
With my trip to Nice.
I wanted to welcome you back.
How did it go with your aunt?
Listen, this isn't gonna work.
It's going too fast.
It feels like you live here,
like we're married.
I don't know.
Where are the photos of Alphonse?
I thought that...
I took them down.
So...
You've replaced a guy I didn't love anymore,
but nothing has changed.
What's going on, Margot?
Is there someone else?
Please, I'm tired.
Tell me.
Have you met someone else?
Yes.
And...
Who is it?
-Don't tell me it's a guy. -Why not?
I can't be with a man?
Yes, it's a man.
Where did you meet him?
In Nice.
On a boat.
Sorry.
You haven't changed.
No. I haven't.
I mean, I have changed, but in reverse.
Yeah? What does that mean?
You know what?
I like you a lot.
I'd really like to keep seeing you,
but occasionally, like we used to.
Now and then. That was nice.
I see.
You're right.
I become traditional when I have feelings.
I'm gonna go.
Please have some food.
-I'm sorry. -Yeah.
Sorry.
Fuck you, asshole.
Thank you.
One more minute and he would've skinned me. Please.
-Have a good night. -Fuck you.
You can smoke if you want to.
Make yourself at home. I have the car all night.
Thank you, but I don't smoke.
That explains your beautiful skin.
-Please. -I'm serious.
You have a really nice face.
You, too.
You're not that young.
No. Is that a problem?
No, not at all. The guy last time was my son's age.
I get it.
I like your accent. Where are you from?
Where do you think?
-Spain? -No.
-Argentina? -Guess again.
Want some background music?
It depends, I'm old-school.
Me, too.
I would have loved to live in the '60s...
Don't say that. We were forced to do things we didn't want to back then.
How did you...
Excuse me?
How do you know that I love this song?
I don't know. Do you like it?
It's not possible.
We used to listen to that song at home when I was little.
It's a classic.
-Here. -Thank you.
Thank you very much.
But this must be a dream.
Thank you.
Sorry, I shouldn't have played that.
Don't be sorry, crying is a good thing.
Sometimes.
We've been talking, but I didn't ask where you wanted to go.
Montmartre.
Montmartre. That's original.
I know.
From up here, the city hasn't changed.
Your French is very good. Do you live in Paris?
No. But I lived here a long time ago.
-And you got sick of it. -Never.
Actually, I'm very happy to be back.
You have a funny way of being happy.
Happy memories are sad.
You know, these past few months,
I've met a lot of people who live in the past.
But in the end, all they want
is to love the present.
Can you do that?
What?
Make people want to live?
I think so.
I've realized that I'm actually not the worst at it.
Congratulations!
Do you think I'm full of myself?
No.
I think you're honest.
Sorry. Last call. Can I get you anything?
-We've drunk a lot. -Yes.
-A vodka, then. -Vodka.
And for your mother?
She's not my mother. That remark was offensive.
I'm really sorry.
It's fine. I'll have wine. Thank you.
Very good, ma'am.
-So... -Sorry.
I don't mind. I don't have a problem with my age.
You know, I've met
a lot of women.
Yes, I can imagine.
And I can tell you honestly that you're beautiful.
Really beautiful.
This is insane, you're getting paid to make me believe that you like me,
and it still works.
By the way, it's funny, with the wine and this whole situation,
I feel like I know you.
Sorry, I...
I kind of want to kiss you.
-Really? -Yes, to kiss you here.
Then do it.
Yes?
So, I'll just...
-Can I kiss the other side, too? -Of course.
Now, I'm going to kiss you for real.
That's nice!
Very nice.
My God.
Yep.
6 MONTHS LATER
Stanislas is a shitty school. My friend loved the Alsacienne.
-Oh, no. -Oh, no.
It's very cliquey there. A factory for making brats.
That's why I chose public school for them.
Are you serious?
Pascal is semi-private.
To be honest, it's not just a school for rich kids.
Her best friend's dad is the boss of Carrefour.
The supermarket chain?
Yes, Mom, the supermarket chain.
Ah, yes. Which one was that?
Oh, it's late.
You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes.
A little, I guess.
Let's go home.
-Mom, it's yours. -Yes.
-Go. -Thank you.
-Get home safe. -You, too.
Love you, Granny.
-Evening, sir. -Evening.
Bring her to 117 Avenue de Wagram. Will you remember?
-Sometimes she forgets. -To 117.
-Take care, Mom! -Yes.
She'll get a good night's sleep.
What a bitch.
-Who? -My daughter.
If you don't mind, I'd like to change the destination.
Where to?
We're going to...
Okay... 17 rue Cambronne.
-Okay, ma'am. -Miss.
You're not coming to bed?
I want to read in the living room.
Okay.
Sleep tight, sweetie.
-Sweet dreams. -What?
Nothing.
KANAE JAPANESE GROCERY
-Evening. -Evening.
Sorry.
-Evening. -Evening, Margot.
-Evening, Theresa. -Evening, ma'am.
-Evening, Margot. -Evening.
Malik. How's it going?
Good. I had a late night, but I'll be fine.
Come see Mommy if you're tired. I still have some magic pills.
Richard? What are you doing here?
-You're on at midnight. -I know.
-Evening. -Evening.
Hi, what's up?
Evening.
-Everything all right? -Yes, we're just waiting.
-Hi, Carole. How are you? -Hi.
Six hundred and thirty...
Five hundred and twenty-five...
What is that?
This can't be right!
What?
You completely screwed up.
-No, I wrote down everything. -No.
It's the wrong column, dumbass.
-It's not. -You mixed bar money and decorating.
-Yes. -There.
And you think you're a big shot. Come on.
-That's not my job. -Oh?
I'm supposed to be the boss.
-Get a secretary. -I'm thinking about it.
Yeah, right, you're too cheap.
-You're the one calling me cheap? -See you later.
-Wait, stay! -I'll be back.
-I'm scared! -Don't be! You'll see.
I was like you at first.
Do you go there often?
I won't answer that.
You can tell your sister.
Sometimes on a Thursday, on a regular basis on Fridays,
and I never miss a Saturday.
Fridays are good, there's a lottery.
You end up with a guy who takes you to a room.
And if you don't like the guy?
-It's never happened to me. -Really?
-Evening. -Evening.
What can I get you?
-A pumpkin. -Go ahead.
-Is it always "pumpkin?" -No.
The password changes every week. They email it to you.
-Yes? -It's me.
-Be with you in two minutes. -Okay.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
Yes?
I got your text. You don't feel any better?
No.
Breathe.
Take a deep breath.
Where are you?
-In front of a mirror. -Good.
-Then look at yourself. -I'm old.
No!
You still have a long life ahead of you.
Full of surprises.
Nothing is as bad as you think.
Some things get better, others you forget.
Even some horrible things can become nice.
-Kiss yourself. -What?
Kiss yourself for me.
Say, "Everything is fine."
Everything is fine.
Thank you.
-Are you okay? -Yes. This is nice, right?
They're a bit young, but...
-More tender. -Yes.
Good evening.
Two shots, please.
Give me your keys.
-Why? -Come on, damn it.
I need to take a cash box down to the bar.
-Here. -Come on!
We don't have all day.
Okay.
Asshole.
Yes?
It's happening. My water broke.
That's wonderful.
SECOND CHANCE CABARET
She was so pretty
I didn't dare dream of loving her
She was so pretty
I can't forget her
She was too pretty
When the wind swept her away
She ran away happy
And the wind told me
You are way too pretty
And I know you
To love her forever
Would never be possible
Yes, but she left
It's a shame, but it's true
She was so pretty
You were, too.
I will never forget it.
Now, it's autumn
And I cry often
Now, it's...
Spring is gone
In the park, the leaves shiver
In the bitter wind
Her dress flutters
And then, she's gone
She was so pretty
I didn't dare dream of loving her
She was so pretty
I can't forget her
She was too pretty
When the wind swept her away
She was so pretty
I will never forget
Thank you.
Let's get out of here!
-Good evening. -Good evening.
-You have a nice voice. -Thank you.
Did I do something wrong?
No. Why?
You left so suddenly.
We were having a good time, right?
Sorry.
Where's the bathroom?
In the living room, take a left
and it's straight ahead.
Don't move.
Are you okay?
Good evening, Françoise. How are you?
We really need to talk.
And you're not going to like it.
Creative Supervisor Alain Martinossi