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Lift your feet!
Lift them!
Move your hips!
CHANGE OF PLANS
A 21st of June
Fine... The uterus is perfect. A feat, after 7 pregnancies!
Don't move. Now I'll take a pap smear.
About the tubes ligature...
Sorry.
An emergency...
Really?
- You mind? - Sure I mind.
I used the Caesarian as an excuse
so I could see you.
No, not yet.
With his patients and mine, we're playing hide-and-seek.
You sure about tonight?
It's been 2 days: I can't wait...
OK.
Coming, Mrs Bollet!
Tonight I'll tell him. I promise.
Yes, me too!
I want you so much...
Sorry.
Then in 2 weeks we'll do a ligature.
There...
We'll send this to the lab.
You can get dressed.
Thanks.
Mélanie can't come: a Caesarian.
She's a drag! They're scheduled!
But he's coming? We're short of a woman.
- Set the table? - It's done.
Which tablecloth?
- The blue one I think... - You think, or you did it?
The blue one, and the white plates.
When'll you be back?
First the office, I plead at 2PM,
then the shopping, the office again...
You look tired, Doris.
Old age, dear. I'll switch to slow waltzes!
No way!
Got the scented candles? Your "Bigos"...
Shit, I forgot them!
I have a tough day, can you get them ?
You promised... OK, I’ll do it.
Thanks. See you.
You're doing well.
- Are you better? - I'm fine. Why?
You canceled a class last week, I thought...
No problem. Everything's fine.
Manuela!
You free tonight?
2 more goat cheeses. Will that be enough?
For 8? Sure. What's the main course?
A Bigos, it's a stew... Sorry, could be a judge.
22.50 please.
Juliette! You still on for tonight?
Thanks. Bye.
There'll be 2 of you? Now you tell me!
Dunno who's coming! Keeps changing...
No, I never tell the "cast".
Or you may cancel.
Still like scallops?
Now you're a vegetarian?
Even for fish?
Too bad! You'll eat the parsley!
- Morning! - Morning, Professor.
How are you, Mr Andrieux?
We're better! He had breakfast?
Tea and half a cracker.
There you go!
- His basis? - 1.5l of saline solution.
- Pain-killers? - Morphine via electric syringe.
- Dose? - 100.
Up it to 200.
You in pain, Mr Andrieux?
Fine.
See you Monday.
Doctor... tell me.
It'll be all right.
Wait...
Smells good!
What's that?
- The bag in the hallway? - Your dad's bag.
He's here?
He stopped by, he'll sleep in Chloé's room.
You crazy? Juliette's coming!
So what?
You dumb? It'll create a scene.
- No, it won't. - Yes, it will!
They haven't spoken in 2 years!
Then tonight they can speak.
He called from the station. Chloé's room is empty...
He's coming much later, and not dining with us.
Good! I'm short on cheese, and we have 2 extra men!
I just invited Jean-Louis.
Jean-Louis? You "just" did?
Your sister'll be alone. He's cute.
Juliette won't be alone! But Alain will be!
That guy won't fit in, and it makes 3 extra men!
He worked his ass off so the kitchen'd be ready.
He's nice. And sexy in a way.
Why are you so worked up?
You never get worked up now? Never!
How many you taken today?
None, I dumped the whole box in the stew, so we'll all be high!
Think I'm kidding?
Are Juliette and "Capt Haddock" still an item?
No way!
They never were an item:
he's 30 years older, and a drunk.
I say he screwed her.
Makes me puke.
You changed everything! Why?
I don't know.
Easy on the onions! Only Poles can digest them.
They just fell in.
If he's made us his "Bigos", it reeks!
What is it?
A Polish thing: cooks for 3 days.
Comes up for 3 days, too.
"Street Music Night"! It'll take ages!
I'm always late going to their place.
Who's coming?
There'll be Alain and Mélanie, and their pals the Carcassonnes...
She's the holier-than-thou gynecologist?
He's a cancer specialist.
Don't do your right-wing seawolf act?
OK, no politics. No Middle-East talk.
It'll be a drag.
Got my cigarettes?
You brought this? Don't blame it on me!
We'll see how things go.
If we're all bored, it'll jolt them.
Lord...
Give me the strength to go to this damn dinner!
Give me the strength to pretend, to laugh...
To ask questions, when I don't care about the answers.
To pretend that I'm there, when I'm far away.
And give me the strength to break my husband's heart.
Yes...
tonight I'll tell him all.
I'm lost...
Should I lie? Or tell the truth?
Please God, help me!
I have doubts.
Help me...
Alain!
I'm coming with you.
And that Caesarian?
I postponed it.
Glad to hear it.
- Should we call them? - Who?
To say you're coming.
Let's not go.
You joking? It's 8 PM!
Let's not go, let's dine alone in a quiet place.
A quiet place? On this night?
For ages we've tried to have a few moments alone.
I'm a bit down. I need to see people.
Call them.
I don't want to.
I don't want to call, explain. I don't want to!
She won't flip over an extra plate!
Although...
Alain, I have to tell you...
Andrieux...
The upholsterer...
He's going to die.
You knew that.
- I can't handle it anymore. - Stop it!
You're in cancer, not varicose veins: your patients die!
Not all of them.
I'm sorry.
The look on his wife's face...
And I said nothing.
I can't handle it anymore.
I envy you, faith takes strength.
Piotr! I wanted to tell you... I'll park.
I didn't call: we're seeing you tonight.
But you're fine...
Don't worry, you're fine. And Mélanie's coming.
We've brought a great Bordeaux!
We'll talk tonight, see you in a mo.
He did some tests.
Tests? Is he sick?
No, depressed. Wants me to find something wrong.
If he wants cancer, he needs a shrink.
He's lucky: she's rock solid.
And getting rockier by the day.
You're unfair.
Always taking his side.
She's become a bore.
She's a talky control freak!
Needs her vocal chords tied, not her tubes!
You meant it, just us two?
No, it's that...
I wanted the two of us...
to have a chat...
- A short or a long chat? - A long one.
What's the husband do?
I don't know.
Yes, she told me: quit his job,
"mulling things over", took a year's sabbatical, the usual crap.
A Slavic name.
Russian?
Albanian? I forget.
It'll be scallops again. That's 3 times this week.
- It's the season. - No, it isn't.
Why are they all nuts about scallops?
Better than cold duck and watercress with rancid oil.
- Where did we have that? - At home.
Just kidding. It was delicious.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Come on!
What's that dress?
Makes me look fat?
Not at all.
Yes, it makes me look fat.
It's the color. It's a bit...
I want to go home and change.
It'll take 5 minutes.
It's lovely, Sarah. Really very pretty!
No, I'll be hopeless.
Tonight's just work. Bores me, too.
You want to hire her, OK. Why socialize with them?
She hasn't agreed. We're weak on Divorce Law.
I need her: she's brilliant, a real bitch!
I hope she likes pink.
Grow up! I have two moron teenagers at home.
Dining with the jobless husband and his loser pals!
He's mulling things over. You never will.
One does it to get ahead. You never will.
Fuckin' idiots!
It's Street Music Night, with its many concerts...
That guy's a killer, a bull-terrier:
he pounces on any sleazy front-page case,
it gives him a hard on!
He'll gobble you up.
He's a brilliant lawyer. Acts for ordinary people, too:
the orphan who ax-killed her uncle.
It was big on the news!
It's a top law firm, I'll have a parking space.
Great!
A big decision over a parking space!
I beg you don't come tonight
Hey, Erwan, one more for the road!
You won't find your boat!
But Erwan LeguelIec finds his car.
That's the probIem!
Watch out: drunk driving makes waves!
You think she slept with him?
Sure...
Oh no! What time is it?
I hate people who come early!
It's you Nadia.
The door code was changed today.
No!
Shit.
Suddenly she checks the time, I hate that...
She says: "I'm leaving you." I'm used to that.
She says: "I really am."
After 3 orgasms! Screaming like animals!
"I need my life with my husband. We have to stop this."
I can't, I'm hooked on her!
She's my 4-leaf clover! She's irreplaceable!
The best lay I had, and hot for it.
I don't get it.
No...
I love screwing with her.
Bye, Mom.
I beg you don't come tonight.
- Hello, sir! - Hi.
- Here for the kitchen? - No, for dinner.
Good timing, the door code was changed.
I see.
Hi! Come in.
You're the first. She'll love these!
I'll go tell ML.
Gorgeous! And all thanks to you.
Who is?
Your kitchen.
Be right back.
- Jean-Louis is here. - He came?
Yes: I invited him, I told you.
I hate last minute flowers. I have no vase left...
- They're ugly too. - No, they're not.
You're a pain! I've had it!
Fuck you!
Sarah!
Go alone to your shitty dinner!
Dumb asshole!
Bastard!
You're pathetic!
Fucker!
Dumb bitch!
This is serious stuff!
You conceived all this?
A labor of love.
He's a champ!
The wall was there? The door?
That was the bathroom, the corridor and there...
Mom's bed.
A huge job! How long did it take?
7 months. We started November 18.
- So soft! You picked it? - It's Corian.
She wanted something soft,
but hard, too.
Solid, functional, esthetic, easy to replace.
I don't have the door code. It's in your bag.
Call me back fast, Sarah.
- I don't have the door code. - No problem.
It doesn't work.
I'll call ML.
You're going there, too?
So we're all dining together.
We don't have the door code.
- Erwan Leguellec. - Lucas Mattei.
Juliette, ML's sister.
Delighted.
Go ahead.
Lucas Mattei: "Man In A Bottle." That it?
"Message In A Bottle."
- Sold well, no? - Yes.
For a good cause.
Yes.
Excuse me.
What's the hurry?
Forget it, and fuck off!
You're fine: cholesterol, diabetes...
Prostate?
Don't rush it: we're all due for that.
You're a pro, you lie all day.
So? Got the results?
He's fine! Don't you start, too.
- You know Erwan? - Sure.
The new kitchen?
You already...?
It's fabulous!
- Hi, Lucas - Hi.
Where's your wife?
My wife? I wasn't sure...
Pity, we wanted to meet her.
A family dinner. I got out of it.
My husband, Piotr.
Lucas Mattei.
One plate less...
Prof. Carcassonne, so we know who's who.
Mélanie Carcassonne. And Jean-Louis?
Smells delish!
- Erwan, you smell it? - Yes, smells good!
You'll love it!
- You know Erwan? - Of course.
- We had lunch... - In a health-food joint.
This isn't plankton soup! Packs a punch!
"Bigos stew", his grandma's specialty.
Shall we go outside?
- You know "Bigos"? - Never heard of it.
- Polish meat stew. - Right, he's Polish.
Sir, could you let me off?
...Our daughter's into Radio Nostalgia.
Elvis, The Beatles, the Platters.
She's 1 3, but already a rebel.
One day you're a god, the next a moron.
My son said the other day:
"Dad, you got no Arab friends." I took it badly.
My wife Sarah's at a family dinner.
I wandered around, traveled...
Was it last summer I visited you in Arcachon?
It'd be a challenge...
Depressions start that way...
He's not there yet.
Clinical outlook's excellent, that matters.
Last summer?
The holidays are long gone...
Mélanie, come over here.
I have to tell you something.
Wasn't my fault, Piotr fucked up:
Dad's sleeping here tonight.
If he shows up, I'm splitting.
Some day this must stop.
Really, why?
Dad's growing old.
Right, and he's dumping a kid on us.
The kid has a mother.
Right, but we don't! Because of that bitch!
Deal with it: I refuse to see him.
- Is that him? - No, it's Manuela.
Hello.
Sarah Mattei.
I had the wrong door code. My husband's here?
Yes, come in.
Lovely to meet you.
I was lucky, someone was coming in.
We're all in the garden.
It's his wife!
Your wife is here.
I'm not too late?
You're a pain!
I'll add a plate.
My wife, Sarah.
Mélanie. Alain, her husband.
Sarah Mattei.
My sister Juliette.
Piotr, my husband. Sarah Mattei.
Sarah?
Piotr!
Sarah Leblanc!
- You've met before? - It's incredible...
- Penninghen! - We both were at ESAG!
How are you? Do we kiss?
What's ESAG?
You haven't changed.
It's a design school.
A good school.
Great to meet after so long. I still see classmates.
I'm faithful too.
Erwan, some wine?
No thanks, tomato juice.
I'll get it.
- Never... - Sure, you quit drinking.
- So after Penninghen? - And you?
Oh, me...
- So you two are? - 15 years.
16. Two kids, teenagers already.
Join the club.
No problem: they're great, brilliant.
We have twins.
Identical twins are the hardest.
Ours aren't.
One's hip, the other's square.
Helps to tell 'em apart!
Shall we sit down?
Let's see this Bigos!
So you visit jails a lot...
- There a problem? - My dad's coming.
We'll kill two birds with one stone.
I'm trapped. Really bugs me.
Call your flamenco teacher? Got her phone?
Forget it. Why did I invite her?
Put Jean-Louis beside Juliette: you never know.
Lucas on my right, Alain on my left,
Mélanie beside Lucas.
Jean-Louis sit there.
Juliette beside Jean-Louis.
Then Piotr and Sarah. Sarah, Piotr beside each other.
And Erwan, of course.
You're an expert.
Sit down!
So how did you contact her?
Straight to the point, American style.
Right, Marie-Laurence?
Hello Ms Klaven, I need you, you need me.
I thought he was divorcing.
Your wife's notorious.
For being a killer, and I'm not.
I try to be fair to everyone.
- Any scallops left? - Sure.
- Anyone else? - Gladly.
Our clients want lawyers with balls!
Bull-terriers!
Right! Unmuzzled, unscrupulous, no private life. Killers!
Especially no private life!
Nice wine, huh?
I had two helpings.
We're all alike: except at the shrink.
At dinners, at work, we all pretend we're fine.
Did I say something dumb?
You never do, love.
Dinners are either "clammed up" or "tell all"!
Know the "cast"!
Here that's top secret!
To try sailing, come on my boat...
You been analyzed?
1 0 or 1 5 times, like Woody Allen.
He's elsewhere!
Sorry. Where's your boat moored?
In St Malo.
My client bled him dry...
You mostly act for scumbags.
- Am I right? - I'm a criminal lawyer.
Only very famous scumbags.
You're a killer in bed. Answer or I’ll flip.
A club in Madagascar was a nice idea.
I lost my hotel, my bookstore...
My sister works in movies.
Now it's a frozen-food store...
You've got the looks!
Commercials, too?
That's how we met. On the drunk-driving campaign.
Right! You work together!
You both came straight from...
I'm on a Maupassant.
- She's on a Maupassant - Poor guy!
He looked for love, never found it, died of despair.
- And syphilis! - That, too.
- He got a dose! - So to speak!
After my first baby, I took up sculpture.
Piotr, what's your next venture?
I'm still undecided...
He's full of ideas!
You need one good idea!
Sorry...
Show Jean-Louis your drawings.
He's so gifted. He built incredible models.
- Really? - Yes.
Your dive into the harbor's a riot!
Yes, but...
- How's your dad? - Died long ago.
My first boss.
So that's how...
I married the boss's daughter.
You're in the yellow raincoat?
My terracottas got a gallery show.
She's a whiz! Why'd you stop?
- I'm not. - You are.
- Whatever she does... - I screw up!
Catching trains, mayonnaise, raising kids.
I'd screw up my own suicide!
Don't look glum. It's about me, not you.
Do I rub off on you?
If it's my dad, we split!
Is this "Bigos" a venture, or is it real?
- Hi. Sorry... - I thought you'd forgotten.
Come in.
It's a madhouse outside. Traffic jams everywhere.
Manuela, a great flamenco dancer!
Good evening. I'm so sorry.
No, that's Alain's place. Sit there!
I'll add a plate. Some scallops?
No, thanks.
Hello.
- I'll help you. - Don't move!
Hello.
I know you! Odd seeing you in real life.
Really?
Like being in "Pirates of the Caribbean".
Can inmates call you?
We call them on ours...
Sure...
When did you quit?
6 months ago.
Things OK?
Fine. We gonna eat?
Manuela, sorry, I forgot your last name.
- Rodriguez. - Alain Carcassonne.
Hi!
The Bigos!
Thanks.
Just gym or other things?
There'll be African dancing, mime classes,
tap-dancing, yoga, a relaxation room,
And belly dancing? I always had a yen...
Now I horseback ride.
You ride? Since when?
3 months.
Palm and olive trees, a TV room, a Jacuzzi, massages...
Is this it?
Yes, it is.
We must meet again.
Without them.
...The cuisine won't be tacky world-food,
but more along intercultural lines.
Because taste is cultural, right?
I guess there'll be tapas...
Jean-Louis has deals on appliances.
Really?
- You're in kitchens? - He did that one!
I have my own outfit: Mauzard Kitchens.
How does Mozart come in?
M.A.U.Z.A. R. D is my name.
An ambitious project!
Delusions of grandeur!
"Delusions", "grandeur": my favorite words. What did I miss?
No, there'll be flamenco and tapas...
Y muchas cosas.
"Flamenco, tapas y muchas cosas". Great name!
We got the name, now we need the money...
It'll be a smash.
June 21st, the following year
We'll never be ready.
I said red lights.
It's fabulous!
You like it?
Thanks.
You can't come tonight?
We'll be 1 0. Same cast as last year. We'll miss you.
- A coffee? - No, I have a rough day.
Sorry.
Come after dinner, it'll go on...
Yes, I got the flowers for tonight.
No, the Parma ham is your job.
Who?
Now you work together, I never see him. One or two?
You'll be one or two?
Voice mail again! That plumber screwed up!
It's ML, about tonight.
Street Music Night! I told Mom I'd take her.
One moment.
OK, right.
- Says she never sees you now. - Really?
She desperately wants the same group.
Look!
- Nice, huh? - It is.
Careful, that's marble!
On the 3rd floor?
It's open. The painters are up there.
- Back in 1 0 minutes. - OK.
That dinner's become a drag.
So drop it.
Last year when I asked you to that dinner,
on Street Music Night, I had an ulterior motive.
Yes, me too.
What time? I'll stop by. Promised.
What ulterior motive?
I said to myself, it was dumb of me...
it was a wacky idea...
Two espressos, please!
Want a croissant?
And a croissant, please.
What was wacky?
I said to myself that you and Juliette,
ML's sister, could become... But I was way off base.
You were way off base.
How's your heartbreak? You over it?
Took time, but I'm better.
Looking for that 4-leaf clover again?
No. I don't go out, don't screw, don't drink.
It's great working with you.
- You saved my life. - Cut it out.
Funny how life...
How's ML?
Doing great in her job.
Has her own parking space.
Really?
- Us two is more complex. - She has someone?
Think so?
No, I just said that. Dunno why.
Forget it.
I have someone.
She knows?
She has to cope with 50 divorcing couples, so us...
Your thing serious?
I gotta shop for the dinner, it's a nightmare!
Cancel it! What do you care?
Relax.
I've never seen him like this!
Come on, relax.
You know Piotr: undecided, a hypochondriac, immature.
He's off tranks, whistles in the shower,
he's positive, reliable, full of pep.
Did I hurt you?
It's OK.
Works 1 5 hours a day for Jean-Louis!
Who's he?
Mauzard, the kitchen guy.
This'll feel a bit cold.
You agree? He's a new man, no?
I'll take the smear.
He's out of his depression, right?
I'd given up hope. It's like old times.
In bed, it had become "Nighty-night".
Now, it's not the Kama-Sutra,
but after 1 5 years, it's not bad.
- You OK? - Fine.
Now we'll check your breasts.
I got a question?
Paraplegics can have orgasms, even babies. The lucky ones can.
That's not what I ...
Everybody wonders. Now if you're asked...
You'll walk again. Your real strength is...
Lourdes, I already gave!
Evian water's as good, you can skip the train.
I got a question, too: when was your last period?
3 weeks ago.
On the 4th we're in court, I'll fetch you.
Messy hair, no mascara, wheelchair: the works!
I'll fleece that rich biker! I'll get you 500,000.
Maybe more.
Hope so: Alain's quitting the hospital.
- That definite? - Yes.
Cancer all day, and a paraplegic at night!
I'm lucky he dumped cancer.
He'll be doing research,
but it pays peanuts. We'll sell the beach house.
Get on the scales.
You hated that house.
Everything I didn't like, now I love.
Even Alain?
Even Alain. How much?
56.
You put on 2 kilos. Only natural.
No, it isn't.
True, I feel bloated these days.
Is this denial?
Denial?
Sit down.
Denial? You expect me to...
Right, expect... You're expecting a baby.
No way...
An ultrasound'll say when it's due.
When it's due? I'm dreaming.
It's pure denial!
Are you sure?
- You're sure? - Know the father?
What?
Is it Piotr? Or that guy? Neither?
It's Piotr!
Now I wheel, not walk, I speak out.
You knew about him?
That night he was a hooked fish.
It was already over.
Then a fried fish.
It was just... after Mom died, Piotr's depression...
Didn't amuse me for long.
Think he'll be pleased?
The law gives you a choice.
You're telling me that?
Why tell me?
Because it's the law.
I know the law.
Thanks! It's Piotr.
Yes.
OK, I'll come down.
With the elevator, I'm OK.
See you.
Seeing new wheelchairs!
Not a word, OK?
Who do you think I am?
Gotta rush. All this is...
Both coming tonight?
It'll clear your head.
"A sad remembrance day", as they say.
Stop it! Or you'll feel blue every June 21st.
I'll tell her I'm leaving, I love that woman, it's over.
It's vertical-friendly, high-end,
motorized front wheels, reduced rear wheels,
variable seat, compatible with all modified vehicles,
suitable for indoor and outdoor use,
like cooking or golf.
I'll take up golf, and you can use it to cook.
You get a week's free trial, and can buy on credit.
How much is it?
Don't move... I mean...
I'm sorry.
- It jammed. - That's better.
- I'll get all that. - Thanks.
- Want to know what I think? - No way!
If you're hit by a bus, bye Sarah!
- That's the only test? - It's a good one.
Just because your jockey galloped off...
Don't remind me of that summit in my love life!
Some people are a bridge between two lives.
You're that for Sarah.
OK, you've turned Buddhist...
Taoist! Helps me a lot.
Lao Tzu said: "You can see the world without going outside."
Nice motto for me, no?
He said that?
What if we'd kept our thing going?
You escaped pushing a wheelchair!
Cancel that dumb dinner tonight.
Stay with ML, have a long talk with her.
Let her do the talking, then you'll know.
It's 1 5,623 with VAT, but no options.
Later, can I resell it?
Sure, like a Rolls Royce.
Why let her do the talking?
Thanks, I'll call you!
I'd like a week's free trial.
- You're low. - Being a bridge is a downer.
We aIl pretend we're fine.
Is this "Bigos" for real?
I'd screw up my own suicide!
Show him your drawings?
They say l'm a killer, I'm not.
"Flamenco, tapas y muchas cosas"!
- You've know each other for years. - Except Jean-Louis.
And Erwan.
Yes, for sure.
You met Piotr and Mélanie together?
We're childhood friends.
Hope there's no dessert. It was delicious.
There's cheese.
I didn't know you had it.
Got it on that movie in Malaysia.
You can have it back.
No, I'm so glad you have it.
"...She got Alzheimer's or AIDS?
"Dump her across town:
"if she gets home, don't screw her!"
That's horrible.
Icky but funny.
Get out the camembert?
Here I saw Mom for the last time.
Get the camembert!
I heard this one today:
guy's hauled in for rape.
Judge asks him: "Do you recognize the victim?"
"Sure I do, I humped her!"
- Very funny. - Not to me.
Come on, it's hilarious!
I never asked you.
I wasn't here. How did you dress her?
Dress who?
Dress Mom.
In her coffin.
This is no time...
I missed a lot.
I didn't, I dealt with it all.
She was in her Chanel suit.
I gave it to her.
It came from the Callas movie.
Mom got so skinny at the end, anything fitted her.
I never apologized...
Not now, OK?
Guess that one flopped.
The day of the funeral,
I ran off the plane, I barely made it.
Wasn't the only day she missed you.
I protected myself.
That's trendy talk. Used to be called selfishness.
Protecting yourself from Dad, too?
Need a father figure? Don't rush. You've got one.
The cheese!
Piotr and I have no secrets!
Remember Pamela Suquet?
You bet I do. What a character!
Who brought her up?
You OK?
She's asleep in our bed.
She's not the only one.
Love at first sight!
For whom?
I saw your work in "Elle Deco".
No, "Riviera Homes".
Got your address on the net, made a date,
I was late as usual...
Pass the cheese!
Lord, help me to hoId out 1 more hour! 2 hours!
l'm on automatic pilot.
But it's done: l'm Ieaving.
I've already Ieft! Bye, everyone!
Eat, talk, smile...
Screw the Bigos, the lawyer, the Corian, the tapas.
l'm far away.
Very far.
On a horse with him,
in a bed with him,
in the sea, in the sun with him...
To hell with everything eIse!
As a doctor, you owe the truth.
Truth isn't a debt.
Con your patients, but not us.
No, it's an abstract question.
Dying is abstract?
Where? When? How? That's the question.
No hair loss, let me die!
No candor or chemotherapy! I'll die dumb!
Anything for a night of love!
Bravo!
You'd rather know?
And how! Just put vodka in my drip,
so I get to heaven sloshed!
Mom didn't want to know. You helped us.
It's more complex.
She didn't want us to know she knew. She protected us.
So you, Professor...
Alain.
Do you lie to the dying?
It happens, yes.
He's good at bullshit.
How much for 15 minutes of bullshit?
400. Like you.
For a private visit. In a hospital, bullshit is free.
So, what do you tell the dying?
Don't bug him: it's tough for him.
No, it's part of the job.
You also have to be a psychologist.
It's true, you have 1 5 minutes.
Someone strips for you, you know the body,
the X-rays, tests.
An entire life.
You have 5 minutes to decide: what do I say?
"You've got 2 months. 2 years."
"You're doomed."
"You'll get well."
Who's the person in front of you?
Who can look truth in the face?
Not like here, between two courses.
No, naked, in front of me.
Sometimes it's a gorgeous woman,
sometimes an old man in his Sunday best.
If a doctor can't handle that, he'd better change jobs.
Isn't it an option?
We're an odd pair: I announce births, he deaths!
To your good health!
To life!
To love!
- To love, to daring, to friendship! - To next year!
I'm holding a patient who'll die soon,
but I don't have to give the bad news.
Tonight? It's OK with me. Depends on how you feel.
Sure. I have to be off.
A last patient to see.
As you say, it's a big day.
Big kiss.
Sit down, Manuela.
You're cured, Manuela.
It's not a relapse. You're cured.
Cured?
It's a magical word.
I don't say it often.
I don't have to come back?
No more scanners?
My markers?
Cured?
So, I won?
For 3 years you never let me down.
Thank you.
I should thank you.
I'm quitting on a victory.
Thanks.
You got my invitation for tonight?
Please come.
Will you dance?
During it all, I never stopped dancing. But tonight,
I'll start to live.
You'll pretend not to know me?
That doesn't work twice!
I'll recognize you, despite your lovely curls.
I'll be happy to see you after so long. How long?
A year.
Already.
See you tonight maybe.
Bye.
- To love! - To life!
To Iove, to daring, to friendship!
To love!
Never invite a cancer specialist!
The code has changed.
My first Jewish marriage was my own.
My parents were amazed: music, chairs, dancing!
Circumcision they'd hate! But we had girls.
I'd never agree to it.
Me, neither.
With twins you could split: one baptized, the other circumcised.
True.
Smart!
Come in.
You eaten?
A snack at the lecture.
Do I say hello?
Juliette's here.
What do we do?
Stay in Chloé's room.
Don't you think...
Please, Dad!
Jean-Louis, you're single?
My mom says: stop looking for a 4-leaf clover.
That can be a problem.
I found her, but she's dumped me.
If she wants a 5-star general, you're dead!
My wife Sarah's writing a book.
No?
Fabulous!
Fiction or non-fiction?
No, I'll never finish it.
You will! And with my connections...
- What's it about? - Great subject.
Daring, but commercial: autism.
That's commercial!
Sarah's brother...
- Tell them, Sarah. - No...
If you can't face saying it, stop writing!
Stop!
- Autism isn't taboo. - Stop!
Am I right?
Was it ever?
You're right, autism isn't taboo.
Dear, it's not taboo.
It's tricky.
No one tried the goat's cheese.
Want one?
You scared me.
I'm in hiding. I can't even say hi.
Thanks.
Anyway...
it's no smoking there.
Sure.
That generation quit smoking.
They're into dieting, judgmental, ecology.
They're a pain.
Know why I can't go in and say hi?
My daughter's there! Seems it'd create a scene.
She's Juliette, the pretty blonde.
Now she's a brunette.
- Really? - Yes.
What do you think of her?
She's very pretty.
I mean is she well?
Very well.
She's tough.
Made of granite.
- Got any kids? - No.
Kids are a pain!
They hear it all, know it all, understand nothing!
You're on trial.
A mistake, a tiny blunder, you get life.
I'm a criminal: I left my daughter's mom!
She was 15. Not the best age...
She's not 1 5 now, dammit!
- She told you that? - Yes.
So you know her well?
We work together.
Really?
She did the costumes for my road-safety spot.
Sure, I know who you are.
Is she hot stuff?
Sorry?
At costumes. She successful?
Yes, she's very in demand.
That's a miracle.
Good to hear it. I worried a lot about her!
She was tough on her mom:
lived in a squat, ran away, the works.
Poor woman died of it.
I worried myself sick.
From afar. I live in Toulon.
Are you married?
Married, divorced, and so on.
I get it.
I'm retired, I was a head cameraman.
I know.
You do?
Yeah.
Filming all over the world, I'm too old for that.
You off again soon?
Dunno. I'd like to quit.
Retire on dry land, have a home, and all that.
That takes being 2 people.
I'm 2,
even 3, I have a boy of 8.
Mustn't mess him up like the two girls.
So many women, but no kids?
No.
Too late.
No way! Find a filly who likes old geezers.
They exist!
Reminds me of my teens.
Me, too.
The fruit salad's to die!
You hate it.
Not at all.
You joining my firm? Must I beg?
You'll have that parking space!
I'm in the parking lot. I'll come right up.
There you are. Life's in-cre-dible!
Some time ago, I acted for a hotel owner,
has a classy country joint, "The Foxhole Inn".
A building-permit squabble. We win, the guy's grateful.
Listen to this:
last month, Sarah wasn't at a spa with a girlfriend,
but at the "The Foxhole Inn" with a man.
They'll now appear
on this screen... I click...
photos from the inn's surveillance cameras.
You have an airtight case now, ML.
There...
Come look.
Oh, shit!
No...
It's out of focus.
Let's go to lunch.
But Lucas,
she cheated during the divorce. You can bear that?
Maybe.
For a judge it changes nothing.
It changes lots.
No way!
We'd just know the lover's identity.
But by knowing there's a lover, we can show she strung us along.
I sensed she had someone.
Really?
I've got 37, no 38, divorce cases now.
The one who walks has a lover. I spot them.
Not always.
Almost.
I have to tell you this. I wish I could avoid it, but...
Hello, Attorney.
Recognize me? Daniel Laurant.
Hello, to you both... Attorney Mattei.
Delighted.
Dear, meet the woman who ruined me.
You're a killer.
I've been called that.
More like a vicious bitch!
Who never lets go of her prey.
That'll do!
I'll get even with you.
I'm used to it.
Sorry, that could be a judge.
It's you love, I'm with Lucas.
So tell me...
I have something to tell you, too.
Me neither, not on the phone.
OK.
See you later.
I have the candles. Forget the Parma ham, I got it.
He hung up. You're coming tonight?
Will Piotr be there?
Of course.
We wanted the same group again.
Lots of things have changed.
Divorces aren't nice.
I warn my clients, even if that creep said...
I'm sad for you. And for Sarah.
But I'll be fighting for you.
They hate me, but I'm the best.
Didn't you like it, sir?
Yes, a lot.
Thanks.
Last year, Sarah said something like:
everyone pretends they're fine...
It struck me because I was so down.
Piotr and I went through a real crisis.
They said: "It's your first dinner", because we re-did the kitchen,
or because of my mother's death, or both.
And I thought:
"Maybe it's the last."
Then things took off again.
We straightened out.
He's in tiptop shape.
It's funny...
When he's down, I'm down. When he's happy, I'm up.
Maybe that's a real couple.
To think I almost blew it!
It's a miracle.
I'm revealing my weak spot.
Piotr's your weak spot?
No, he's my whole strength.
You kept his head above water and now...
Now...
I'm pregnant.
No?
By Piotr?
What is this? You all think I'm a slut?
Is he glad?
I haven't told him yet.
I shouldn't have told you. Forget it.
But I'm still shaken by the news.
Forget it.
You said...
You had something hard, complex to tell me?
Right, hard, complex...
I wanted to say...
I'm overworked. I need you in my firm.
Sure, why not?
That was the complex thing? You're nuts!
Her book's a smash, she won't need alimony.
300,000 copies is a lot of royalties.
Hurry, our date's in 1 0 minutes.
This one's quite snazzy.
Great! Where was it?
It's choking me. Got anything lighter?
If the video's blurry, have her followed.
I'll hire a gumshoe, in 2 days we'll know.
This is Attorney Mattei,
I have to cancel our date.
Please apologize to Judge Perrut. Thanks.
- This one's serge and cotton. - What's up?
I'm canceling it all.
No war, no fighting.
I want a divorce by consent.
You joking? That's no strategy.
It's nuts. I don't agree!
Then you're fired.
I'll take it.
From the office?
No, from the divorce.
Oh, Dad? 9PM, we expect you, bye.
You'll explain this?
I'm not sure.
What's this new ploy? What are you up to?
A divorce by consent?
Is it to gag my lawyer?
What's your game? You avoid the judge?
Sorry, I know you're very busy,
interviews, book-signings.
Cut it out...
ML's pregnant.
My word! The witch is pregnant?
Do me a favor for Marie-Laurence, she's decent...
That's your problem.
Right.
She doesn't know about you two...
I may be a tigress, but not a bitch.
So, by consent?
You decide.
It's better for the kids, no?
You bought a new robe?
Sarah's writing a book...
- So many talents! - l'll never finish it.
Cognac, anyone else?
I'll have one.
Me, too.
No thanks, darling.
- Can you drop Mélanie? Duty calls. - Sure.
Mélanie?
Piotr'll drop you.
Must you? I wanted to...
He died.
Andrieux? So what's the use?
I have to see her. I was hopeless.
I owe her that.
See you. I'll dash.
Some couples thrive on secrecy...
Some, more perverse, like shocks.
Takes two to tango!
In love, telling all
rarely ends well.
Hypocrisy's for pals.
For lovers, lying's best.
Think so?
By lying, you protect the other person.
ML, Piotr, my friends...
It's very late.
- I have a show tonight. - Right!
Thanks, it was fabulous.
Where's Erwan?
I'm a one-woman man, I can't lie to her.
You're in trouble!
- Loyalty... - Save it for France!
For a couples, it's a cop out!
As a kid, my aunt got me in free...
- I lived next door. - Really.
Mom was a janitress on Rue La Fayette.
Then, we said "concierge".
Weird. Nobody'd know.
Really.
Say bye to your partner.
We're off.
Bye, Sarah.
- Thanks, it was fabulous! - Lovely meeting you.
Bye, ML.
Lovely evening. Call me, huh?
Definitely.
Bye.
- Come back fast. - Sure.
- Bye, Jean-Louis. - I gotta check the kitchen.
- You do? - Sure.
You walking? Where to?
"Puerta del Sol", for the show.
Jean-Louis'll drop you. He lives nearby.
- I'm on my bike. - I love bikes!
I wanted us all to see it. But a family viewing's better.
Grab a cognac, may be tough to take.
- Bye, thanks. - Bye, Erwan.
- Shall we go? - Gimme a sec. Bye.
I'll be back for...
Check it, with Piotr. Thanks for the flowers!
No way! Lousy evening, lousy food with a bunch of assholes!
'Night.
Thanks.
I suggested it, because some day you'll have to...
I got cornered by that floozy
who's into reducing pain...
He's very unhappy.
You betrayed me. That's vile!
Your mother got sick and died.
Wasn't his fault, or anyone's.
It was strange seeing him again.
He's really aged.
Sit down.
Come on, sit down!
It was odd seeing that girl again.
Brought back memories, a whole era.
I'm leaving.
She's unhappy. You sense it at once...
I'm leaving, I said.
Where to?
I'm leaving Alain.
Does he know?
I'll tell him tonight.
I'm sick of his phony cheer, when he's so low.
I've had it with cancer, Yom Kippurs, bar mitzvahs,
his parents who make me feel oh so goy,
and that damp beach house in Arcachon!
Who is he?
You don't know him.
In time, I obviously will.
He's a jockey.
He must be tiny!
You go to the races? How did you meet?
At Mass.
I choked on my wafer. He hit me on the back.
You're kidding me.
I can't keep on lying.
Sure: it's a sin!
Stop it.
Alain is insane about you. It'll be deadly blow.
Wait a bit, think it over.
Drop me here. Or you'll have to go around.
I apologize: I'll never do it to you again.
And that yucky stew full of onions!
I adored it.
That guy is loser city!
And as for Conchita
with her cultural tapas project!
And Mauzard with a "D"!
Like "D" for dickhead!
All the dirty and ethnic jokes, and how you all met!
You won in the humble origins department:
your aunt was an usher, mine a concierge.
I didn't dare say my dad was a lawyer: so tacky, so bourgeois!
Nonsense!
Leave it on, I love it!
That couple, the sister and the sailor, are sweet.
They're not a couple.
I hope not.
Next the native headdresses!
Here they are!
The photography stinks.
That's not the problem.
There, it's done. In a Juliette way,
not by the rulebook.
No family or friends,
just a few strangers.
lt's pitching!
Marriages with a fixed program, route-maps, organized fun
aIways bugged me.
With train timetables
and a dance at the local inn. Erwan and l decided:
we can't do that to them.
Later we may throw a great party,
for Erwan's 80th birthday and my 50th one!
And you'Il aIl come.
So there. This video is for you.
Those who’ll be happy that we're happy.
You're recognizable:
Loïc, my brother-in-Iaw,
ML, my sister.
By the way, ML, when l told Mom I Ioved Erwan,
she could hardly laugh anymore, but we had a giggle.
She said:
"Oh to see your sister's face!"
She aIso said: "Juliette, never forget that she Ioves you."
Dad, some day I may send you this little movie.
Don't slam the technical side.
You're the pro.
l'd like to see the look on your face.
Later we'll meet
and talk.
Has the door code changed?
Dear members and customers,
the FNAC is happy to invite you this June 21st
to a book-signing by Sarah Mattei of her best-seller
"The Saga of Raggedy Cape", an autistic child with magical powers.
See you in the Children’s Book Department.
Tonight I'll tell her.
You're going to be a father.
My God!
That's marvelous!
Your wife is pregnant.
That's not possible.
Really?
Well, yes it is...
- They're ready for you. - Coming.
It's been lovely.
Thanks to you, I found out who I am.
- What's your name? - Samuel.
- You look well. - Really?
Your hip?
Good as new. It's been 6 weeks.
I forget: when does the race start?
In a month.
That gives us some time.
Not much. I accepted the Jeunet film. We leave Saturday.
This coming Saturday?
Belgrade isn't far, I'll be back now and then.
I loved the script!
A medieval love story among the Knights Templar.
How long'll it take?
20 weeks.
Really.
In Belgrade, is it the same crew?
No, only a few.
I'm dead tired.
Piotr! We're on our way!
Really?
No, I didn't check my messages.
Talk to you soon.
They need to chat, they canceled.
He hadn't time to prepare it.
Think there's a problem?
- What? - Nothing.
Now we can go have our quiet dinner.
Dinner canceled. See you next year. Sorry, Piotr.
Got a problem?
No.
- How are you? - Fine.
- And you? - Fine.
- You wanted to talk. - I'll say.
Glass of wine, please.
You won't believe this: it's never happened to me!
I'm in a tizzy.
You sitting down?
Lucas fired me from his divorce!
Wants a divorce by consent!
That dodo wants the cake, eating it, freedom, fame, her lover.
She'll get it! He fired me!
The best!
Aren't I the best?
Fired! For the first time!
Let's toast it.
You're right.
Nothing else?
Yes...
That could be a judge.
They'll wait.
You still seated?
I'm pregnant at age 42.
Remember Manuela, the flamenco dancer?
She was there last year, came late.
Vaguely. She wanted to open a dance center?
It opens tonight.
How do you know?
I've taken care of her for 3 years.
And?
She's cured.
You see...
Mélanie... Don't stay with me for the wrong reasons.
Hold it! That's my line.
I've never stopped loving you.
Not for a second.
I did. For a second.
I know.
How did she react?
I didn't tell her you were coming.
I'll get kicked out again!
You're a coward.
That's for sure.
ML and her pals are OK, but I wish it was just family.
Shall we go?
You go. I'll head home.
Everything OK?
Sure, but...
They canceled the dinner.
It's off.
Now you tell me?
Yeah...
What's going on?
Tonight she needs you more than me.
Then one day it happens!
It's everything!
I loved your mother! You know about shoots now!
Locations, hotels, faraway places.
Cut off from reality, your family.
If you meet someone real, it's a disaster.
Or a miracle, if it develops.
You become fierce, selfish, a kind of murderer!
And if it grows into something,
you can't destroy it: it's your life now!
Be right there.
Every publisher wants you now. True?
Yes, it is.
It was amazing, the finest day of my life.
300,000 copies! And a risky subject!
That story was in me. My brother's autistic.
It's your first novel, a saga a bit like
those of J. K. RowIing, of Harry Potter fame,
who, don't take it badly, was also a housewife.
Yes, something triggered it.
You know, a mood, a word, an encounter...
It's mysterious, you suddenly gain self-confidence.
One night I came home, and just started writing.
l finally felt, how can l put it,
rid of... "the dictatorship of appearances".
l laid my guts out
on the table, to talk of something painful,
and turn it into a fairy tale.
How are you?
Great to see you!
Piotr here with you?
Yes.
It's Jean-Louis!
Meet my mother. This is ML.
You know that girl?
It's Manuela. You met at our home last year.
You took her home on your bike.
I've never seen her! I'd remember!
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