I Wish Someone Were Waiting for Me Somewhere (2020) Movie Script
- Mom?
- Yes, I'm here.
- What do you want?
- I need your help.
- Everyone's here, right?
- Yes, I'm ready.
What do you want?
I need you.
I can't do it alone.
Here.
Go ahead.
There you go.
Thank you, darling.
- Third?
Here, give it to me, Mom, I'll put it in a vase.
- Come on, come here.
Where's that boo-boo?
- There is one.
- Oh, it's okay, it's not a big boo-boo.
- No, that's an understatement, it's okay.
- Ah, there you go, look, you're healed.
Come on, come here.
- Is that it?
- Yeah.
Here.
Thanks.
You know I get paid at the end of the month?
- Yep, like always.
Here, put this on the table outside.
- Yeah.
- You see, for the exhibition, I'm trying to find people who are a little physically unusual and who move me.
- But unusual how?
- Either an accident, or something genetic.
You see, I stop them in the street, I explain my approach as photographers, and then I ask them if they want to pose for me.
- Oh yeah?
But have you done a lot?
- No, not yet.
Well, I'm starting, you know, but there's something that really...
- What were we doing?
- How did you know?
- How did I...?
- Want some?
- No, no, I quit.
You smoke, you do.
- Yeah.
You're the one who got me to smoke my first joint, remember?
- No.
- Yes, he was 14.
- Here, let me see.
It's alright, it's good.
- Jean-Pierre?
- Yeah, yeah, we're coming.
Come on, stop, stop, stop.
- Wait, can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
- Uh, I'm in the bank's garden for a month.
- No, no, that's not true.
Again, what are you doing?
- I'm focusing on my exhibition; it's taking up all my time, and I don't have time to work at the restaurant anymore.
- How much do you need?
- 3,000.
- If I give you 5,000, is that okay?
- Yeah, that's great.
- This is the last time.
- Okay, I promise.
That means I owe you 10,000 euros, and I'll do everything I can to pay you back in reverse.
- You pay me back when you can, but what I want is for you to say, when you're a community, that I was there.
I was there; I believed in you.
- I know.
Thank you, my dear big brother.
- To answer questions in my eyes
- Of course, of course.
- How's it going?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- There you go.
- Hmm, the fees are perfect.
Okay, we need to really focus on the female clientele, because women who are shopping like to be complimented, charmed, and smiled at.
- Hmm, that's perfect for me, I like to smile.
- In any case, we're very happy to be listed with you.
- Me too, me too.
- Well, I'll leave you now.
Thank you, Kevin.
- Thank you.
- Don't forget the appointment at Nicolas's.
I'm counting on you.
- Of course.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Shh!
Is Sarah Brio having lunch all alone?
- Yeah!
- Hello!
- Eh!
- Apparently she's a minx, if you know what I mean!
- No, I don't really see what you mean!
- She's a hot chick!
- Can you sit me down?
- Yes!
- How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?
- Yeah!
- Go ahead, you're all alone today!
What's wrong with you that you're sicker?
- Enjoy your meal!
- Enjoy your meal!
- You took rice, I took rice!
- Legally.
But on the other hand, I gave in to temptation.
- Can I sit down?
- Oh yes, of course.
Please do.
- Your turn to race.
- Can you turn your head to the right?
Sorry, to your left.
There, very good.
Thank you.
Doesn't it bother you that I'm giving you directions?
No, I agreed, so it's fine, it doesn't bother me.
No, actually, I'm a little emotional, a bit flustered, being photographed.
Could you take off your glasses?
Thank you, perfect.
So, here I am, I came to...
How can I put it?
I...
Yes?
I...
I'm not sick, but...
Well, sometimes I feel like my genitals smell bad.
Oh.
And what makes you say that?
Did someone tell you?
No, no, no, not at all, it's me.
It's...
It's...
But anyway, since...
Right now, I'm afraid to sleep with a girl, I'd like to know if it's true.
But make yourself comfortable, I'll take a look.
Okay.
- Maybe it's because I've been eating a lot of sushi lately, and that's affecting me?
- Yes, it's true that fish isn't great.
- Oh, you?
- Well, yes.
No, your penis smells very nice.
It smells normal.
Yes, normal.
- Really?
- Yes.
To reassure you, I'm going to prescribe you a better soap.
- There's a second thing.
- Yes?
- Is it possible to have a sperm analysis done?
- Oh!
And why?
- I don't want to, I'd like to know if I'm sterile or not.
- In principle, there's no reason for you to be.
- Yeah, I agree.
But I'd still like to know, I think.
All the same.
Thank you.
Let me recap the 5 Cs.
First, competence, then foresight, charisma,
Courage and, finally, luck, and if you're here today it's because we think you have plenty of both.
Yes, and I'd like to add a sixth C today: the C for champagne, for our champagne, since that's what awaits us now.
Jean-Pierre Armandville, thank you all
Nothing to do with it, but it's true that you know the tirade about noses in these Bergera notes by heart.
All this C
Okay, I'll make it for you one day.
If you meet your objectives, and if you double them, I'll make the whole room for you.
Noted.
Noted, yes.
Cheers!
Health.
Okay, well, let's go to the next level.
Health.
Snitch.
"No," said the poor creature, who was only waiting for daybreak to die.
And she lay down on the ground, her beautiful white fur all stained with blood.
Then the wolf pounced on the little goat and ate her.
And that's it, it's over.
Okay, time for bed now, it's late.
Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?
Of course I think you're pretty, you know that, you're the prettiest in the world.
Prettier than Celeste?
Of course, much prettier than Celeste, well, much more.
Okay, time for bed.
- Good night, my dear.
- Good night, Dad.
- I'll leave the door ajar.
- Okay.
- Hello?
- Jean-Pierre?
- Yes?
- It's Elena.
- Elena?
- Yes, it's me.
Am I disturbing you?
- I'm putting my daughter to bed right now.
- Oh, what's her name?
Charlotte.
Why are you calling me?
I'm calling because I'd like to see you.
What's the point?
Well, I just want to see you again, that's all.
Why are you doing this?
Why are you going to mess up my life?
I'm going to open up.
I don't know exactly when, but not too long from now.
That's not true.
Yes, that's true.
What's wrong?
Cancer.
Leukemia.
At first, it will be tough because your white blood cell count will drop, making your body extremely vulnerable.
Basically, any virus going around will affect you.
You'll also experience nausea for a day or two after chemo.
And the treatment also affects your libido because chemo disrupts your hormonal cycle.
Like a temporary menopause, in a way.
Will I be able to perform my play?
It's too soon to say.
I'll have to see how you react.
The treatment is difficult, but it offers a real chance of success.
I know you're brave.
- I think it would be good to photograph each person in their office.
With a little bit of off-camera.
I'd like them to pose and look at the camera.
A bit like this one.
- Yes.
Yes, that's right.
But actually, we should do the same thing.
- In close-up, you know.
- Okay, yeah, no, not outside, like.
- Well, yes.
Because, like I told you, we're mainly going to use it for the staff directory.
- Oh, okay.
I didn't understand, I thought you wanted portraits.
- Yes, that's right.
Yes, portraits, yes.
In close-up.
- Okay.
And uh...
How many portraits are there to do?
- Well, 120.
- Oh, wow, that's quite a lot.
- How much would you charge to do that?
- Well, my brother told me it was 1000 euros a day, so it would need to be at least 4 days, ideally a week.
I can give you a package deal...
I can give you a package deal for 5000 euros.
What do you want?
- Well, listen, we only planned one day for this job.
- One day?
- Yeah.
Listen, I can give you a discount of 1500 for the 5 days.
I haven't worked.
Luckily I have my job, otherwise I would have felt like I'd failed at just about everything in my life.
But you've succeeded, you're famous?
Yes, I'm famous.
Have I changed?
No, not at all.
- It's starting to rain now.
L.
Vas-y, vas-y, vas-y!
And you, tell me, tell me!
I'm married, I have a little girl, I love you my life, that's it, it's simple.
So many things to say...
It could have been...
Different.
He can hold me in your arms.
It's magnificent, everything's there.
It's beautiful.
Do you want to hear it?
Yes.
Music.
It's amazing.
It's amazing.
Okay, from now on, no cigarettes, no alcohol, he agrees.
Yes, that's for sure.
- We won't tell anyone.
- No, we won't tell anyone.
- We'll wait at least three months.
- Yeah.
- Hello, Margot?
- Yes, Mom.
- I'm just calling to see what works best for you for Christmas.
- But I don't know, Mom, it's the end of October.
So, call me back in December and tell me the date.
Bye.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Unbelievable, unbelievable.
- The 23rd or the 24th?
- Listen, Mom, it's up to you, but if you need me to help you, Saturday or Sunday is better.
- Oh, thank you, darling.
- Well, Saturday the 22nd, that's good.
But I'll check with Nathalie about it, you know, I can confirm that.
- Yes, Mom, everything's fine with me.
Everything's fine with me.
- But Mom, you know very well that Margot is annoying.
- Oh no, no, now, on the 22nd, I have a birthday.
- I think it suits Juliette too that it's the 23rd.
- Well, Mom, don't ask me, if you're doing it on December 23rd, it means you prefer Juliette.
- Well then, tell me-
"Is the 25th possible?
Jean-Pierre is at Nathalie's parents' house." "If Jean-Pierre prefers the 22nd, then let's do the 22nd and that's the end of it.
What do you want me to say, Mom?" "What if we did the 24th?" "I called Cathy, she gave me the number of a high-mountain guide.
I'm going to talk to him.
I have to admit, I didn't understand everything, because he had a very, very strong Savoyard accent." "So when do you want to do it?" "Late June, early July, because after that there are too many tourists." "But it's hard to climb Mont Blanc." "No, no, no, it's not hard."
- I had no idea, you both want to do this.
- Oh no, but it's open, you know, if you want to do it, we can do it as a family with great pleasure.
Okay, so don't all answer at the same time, okay?
- No, but I would really love to do that, but right now I don't think it's going to be possible.
Because I'm pregnant.
- No!
- Yes, well done!
- Bravo!
I'm so happy for you!
- Achelie!
- He's not wrong, is he?
I don't know.
I don't think I can really tell him.
Things are heating up!
Hey, this is ridiculous, Juliette.
Six months ago, she separated from her partner, she was looking for an apartment, and now, well, here she is, pregnant, and it's all starting up again.
Oh, listen, she's happy, she's happy, yeah.
Yeah, for sure.
How are you?
Yeah, yeah.
Got a girlfriend right now?
Uh...
Uh...
Maybe, uh...
- Go ahead, tell me.
- No, nothing to tell.
- So you don't have a girlfriend then?
- No, that's it.
- Maybe you have a boyfriend?
- Oh shit, you're annoying, seriously.
- No, but it's fine, you're not saying anything.
- What am I saying?
Is...
I'm getting a girl, there you go, are you happy now?
- Is that true?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's true.
I work at my company...
But she doesn't know that...
that I like her.
She's pretty.
Incredible.
Why aren't you inviting me to dinner?
That's what I'm going to do, I'm not stupid, I'm just waiting for the right moment, that's all, there you go.
What's your problem with all this?
Just being a pain in the ass...
It's a pleasure to comment on.
Well, you know, the photos of the slightly monstrous people, I showed you.
Well, there's a gallery owner who's interested.
- Yes, at first I thought he was flirting with me, but actually he's gay, or at least I think so.
He told me, "You look at people," because he's using the formal "vous" with me, but nobody's looking.
- There you go, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
- Stop, it's Christmas, you have to.
- It's Christmas, but I'll explain it to him.
I'm not interested in making photo albums.
especially when it's paid peanuts.
- Yes, but in the meantime you earn a living.
- Waiting for what?
- In the meantime, show us a little of what you do.
Because, you see, you have to put yourself out there in life.
Unless, of course, you want to live your whole life
in a maid's room like an idiot.
- But it's fine, I live the way I want!
I'm not interested in living in the suburbs.
and to have barbecues on the weekend!
- You're wrong, the marbecques are very nice.
But I don't like cool things.
- Nothing.
- Nothing, what?
Nothing?
Can't you express yourself normally?
- It looks like it's starting well.
- Shut your mouth!
- Oh Jean-Pierre, that's enough now!
- What, is that enough?
You know what?
You're going to start by giving me back the 10,000 euros you owe.
- But you know very well that I don't have them!
- Well, I don't care, you figure it out, I need it!
- Listen, I don't think you're exaggerating even a little bit.
Am I exaggerating?
- Yes!
- I'm exaggerating!
I'm exaggerating!
Fucking hell, you're pissing me off, you fucking idiot!
Fucking hell!
- Hello?
- Alex?
- Yeah, Merry Christmas, mate.
How's it going?
- Not really, actually.
- So, what's up?
- Well, Jean-Pierre, what if he's not okay?
Jean-Pierre?
- I don't know, yeah.
I don't know, actually.
Excuse me, I'm bothering you here, on New Year's Eve, excuse me.
- No, no, but wait, don't apologize.
That's what friends are for.
- Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- Oh, you're the best!
So!
Okay, so you want it to be Thursday?
Are we young together?
Yeah, Thursday, okay?
Ok, super!
Well, I want to...
Merry Christmas to you...
to your family!
Yeah, you too!
With courage, eh!
I'm sending you a kiss!
Me too!
- I have nothing, no, no, don't worry.
- You see, it's his paternalistic side that's making me arrive.
- He needs to stop acting like he's the man of the family.
- Stop asking him for money.
- Why are you defending him?
- No, I'm not defending him.
- Dad died, thank goodness he was there.
For mom, for Mathieu, and for me too.
- Honestly, Margot, I think you're doing an art with him.
- Yes.
- I knew you'd be here.
- And you're opening this present?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- So that's how you see me, a salesman who does barbecues.
- No way.
- Did you see that, Yinej?
What are you doing?
Stop.
- You have a dad.
- No.
Yes, indeed.
"You lent Margot 10,000 euros?" "Yes, in installments." "10,000 euros?
That's a lot.
Why are you lending her money like we have loads?" "First of all, because she's my sister.
I'm lending her money so she can succeed in her photography career.
So she doesn't have to give it all up." "If she succeeds as an artist, you'd be really pissed." "Why do you say that?" "You know perfectly well what I mean."
"Yes, yes, it's family matters, it's my business.
Who's your family?
Because for me, my family is you and Charlotte.
With that money, I would have been very happy if the three of us could have gone somewhere, I don't know, for once, rather than having to spend Christmas with your family." "Stop it, stop it." "Well, next year you can go by yourself."
Do you remember when we used to play seagull?
Yes.
Learn to bear your cross.
Keep your faith.
I have faith.
And when I think about my calling, life no longer frightens me.
You know how to find your path.
You know where you're going.
In a chaos of dreams and images, I have no faith.
I don't know what my calling is.
You were incredible in that role.
You were a sublime actor.
I was in love with you, so it must have shown on stage.
- Hi, sir.
- Sorry, excuse me.
Hi.
- Hi.
- So, I hear you've moved.
- I moved two weeks ago, yeah, yeah.
- And where are you now?
- I'm in the 10th arrondissement, near Rpublique.
- Funny, you know I am too.
- Oh really?
- That's good, we'll take the metro together.
- Yeah, great, yeah.
- So, are you going to have a housewarming party?
- Yes, I want to...
Yeah, I think so.
I'm going to have one.
- When?
- Next month.
You know, I received my last pieces of furniture this morning.
- And why not tomorrow evening?
Besides, it's Candlemas, we could do it a little later.
- Have a party?
- Tomorrow?
Oh no.
Tomorrow's not possible.
I've got all this mess going on, and I haven't told anyone, you know.
Otherwise, you can only invite me, you know.
Besides, you know, I don't care about the mess.
It's...
Oh yeah?
Will you wait a second?
Is everything alright?
It's alright.
- Yeah, how's it going?
- Yeah, how's it going?
- It's going, it's going.
Um...
Sarah Brio wants to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night.
What do I say?
- Well, you say yes.
- I'm in the middle of packing.
- We're wrong.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Great.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, I just had to cancel something, but uh...
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Come in, please!
- Thank you!
- You're punctual!
- I know what you're doing, I'm always on time!
And I even waited on the stairs!
- No, don't apologize, you're kidding, there's no problem!
- No, but it's true, even if I want to be late, I can't manage it, I'm still on time!
And since I'm on time, I'm actually early, so it's silly!
- That's not bad.
It's magnificent.
THANKS.
But finish what you were doing, I don't mind.
- OK.
Quiet, please.
- Okay.
Ah, it's a click-clack sofa bed.
- Oh yeah, how do you know?
- I have the same one, listen.
Very practical actually.
- Huh?
- That clicker, I actually have the same one.
And it's very practical.
- Oh yeah, apparently so.
That's what the seller told me.
- That reminds me that I brought you some champagne.
- That's so kind, thank you.
- Yes, I love champagne as an aperitif.
It's a little lukewarm though.
- No problem, I'll put it in the freezer for half an hour.
- Yeah.
- That way we have time.
- Oh yeah.
Do you want something to drink?
- Uh...
- Oh no, I'm an idiot, I just put the bottle in the freezer.
- You thought it was practical?
- Yeah.
- They are even more beautiful than I had imagined.
- Yes yes.
- Besides, they're real.
- Okay?
- Yes.
- I love your engine.
- What a beautiful belly!
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- I think you look radiant, in any case.
- At five months, can we tell if it's a boy or a girl?
- No, no, thank you.
- Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, I'd like to, a little bit like that, to get a head start.
- Get a head start on what?
- Aren't the nights too difficult?
- No, they're still okay.
Can you feel it moving?
Yes.
Well...
I used to, yes.
It's true, a little less now.
What's going on?
What's happening, doctor?
There's no heartbeat.
How come?
The heart has stopped.
The fetus is no longer alive.
We'll have to intervene quite quickly.
Do you want to go home?
No.
I'm going to teach my classes, otherwise I'll collapse.
I won't be able to be there.
I won't be able to be there for the operation.
I have my conference tomorrow in London.
Can't you find someone to replace you?
It's difficult.
It's difficult.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
Thank you.
- It's not for me.
- Oh yeah, I remember that.
- You punched a boy who was hitting me in the little courtyard near the school.
- Franck Bainjot.
Hey, I read the stories you sent me.
- The one with the accident and the one with the wild boar.
- Yeah.
- So?
- It's great.
- It's true.
- There's something very fresh, very intimate about it at the same time.
And it's funny.
- You've got talent.
- You think so?
- Yeah.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Go ahead, they're brought to you, my dear loves.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye.
Courage.
You have to write.
You promise?
- Yes.
Be vulnerable.
Show your eyes.
And draw others into what is profound.
Allow yourself the sun.
Forget your family.
Empower strangers.
Focus on the details.
Ignore the drama, fate, and misfortune.
Soothe the conflict with your laughter.
Embrace your true colors, stand up for what you believe in, and let the rustling of leaves become gentle.
Pass through the villages.
I'll follow you.
- Oh, you're back?
- Yeah.
What's going on?
- Nothing, I don't know.
- You look a bit off.
- No?
- No.
- And Juliette, how are you?
- Yeah, well, yeah
- Okay, I'm going to bed
- Do you want to?
- Yeah, I'm coming.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?
- So, as I was saying, we're going away for 4 days.
We're doing Nantes, Rennes, Le Havre.
- That's great what's happening to you.
- Yeah.
Are you getting paid well?
- No, but I keep the rights to my photos, so...
Yeah.
It's not...
It's not like record companies are going to buy me today, is it?
Here.
Oh, thanks.
Can you sleep in my duvet?
I don't mind.
Besides, I changed yesterday.
Thank you very much.
Come on.
Oh, but I owe you.
Work hard.
Thanks, yeah.
Oh, there are condoms, you know.
- By the nightstand, just in case.
- Great.
- It's your place, but don't forget you're at my place, okay?
Just kidding.
- Kisses.
Bye.
-Margo?
-Margo?
-I'm sticking with it.
-How are you?
-I'm fine, and you?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
-I'm working, it's the wine and food fair.
And you?
-I'm with a rock band, I'm taking photos.
-I didn't know, you didn't say that.
Anyway, nobody tells me anything.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, Mr.
Arbonville.
How are you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- The 715, as usual?
- Thank you.
- I'll give you more.
Have a good evening.
- Get in.
- JP, it's Alex.
We're waiting for you, we're at number 35.
We've already had an aperitif.
Let's go see a little more.
So, everyone, and if you're not coming, just send me a text so we can order.
Okay, kisses.
- Hello, Mom?
- Yes?
- Am I bothering you?
- No, I just finished dinner.
Did you want to tell me something?
No, nothing in particular, you like me as I am, just checking in.
Oh, you know, it's funny, while tidying up, I found a picture of you at your First Communion.
Oh really?
Jean-Pierre?
Yes?
How are you?
I think I'm still in love with Helena.
The actress.
Yes, the actress, as you say.
But Jean-Pierre, you're not going to start up with these old stories again.
It's good that the theatre wasn't for you.
Okay, I'll leave you now, then...
I have a dinner date; they're waiting for me in the hotel lobby, right there.
But go ahead, go ahead.
You're the one who hangs up.
No, hang up.
Goodbye, Mom.
- But Mommy...
- Are you all right, darling?
- No...
No, Mommy...
- That's what is...
- No, Mommy, listen to me.
Oh, darling...
- Ah, my darling...
- But you're all right, my darling...
- It's not possible, no.
- THANKS.
I wrote the...
This is the short text you asked me for for the announcement.
Yes, thank you.
It's being published today.
Yeah.
Do you want me to read to you?
Vas-y.
Nathalie Armanville, his wife.
Charlotte, his daughter.
Aurore Armanville, his mother.
Juliette, Margaux and Mathieu.
It is with immense sadness that we announce the passing of Jean-Pierre Armanville.
I returned on March 24, 2018, at the age of 48.
The religious ceremony will take place at the church in Fissin on Thursday, March 29 at 3 p.m.
That's good.
So, I'd like to speak to you on behalf of all the salespeople at Milton Astier, but above all, I'd like to talk to you about my friend.
Excuse me.
I don't think that, apart from the death of my father, I've ever felt so much grief.
So...
Jean-Pierre, the first time we met, I was 30 years old.
I was looking for a job,
I spent a year there, completely desperate.
During the interview, I think you could tell I wasn't at my best.
And instead of putting me down, you looked at me with a smile and said, "You start on Monday." You were the first person to believe in me.
And I'll never be able to thank you enough for that.
Then one evening, we had dinner together.
We got to know each other.
From hotel to hotel, well...
we became friends.
And then, well, we just stayed in touch.
We were always talking on the phone.
And then there was that evening when you were supposed to join us.
And...
By the way, I can't believe you're not here anymore, Jean-Pierre.
You're not here.
We're going to miss you.
- I'm going to stay here with Mom for a little while.
- Come on, you can do it alone.
- If you can, that's great.
- Go on.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Cheers, sister.
- Come on, cheers.
- Sorry.
- That's cool.
- I love you.
When I became ill, I needed to see him.
I needed to.
I understand.
I didn't know you'd seen each other again.
Yes, I did.
And what was he like when you saw each other again?
He was...
I don't know.
We were happy to see each other.
At the same time, I sensed he was somewhere else.
I thought he'd never get over it when you left him, you know.
But I didn't leave him.
Oh really?
No.
We'd been playing around.
I became pregnant.
And he didn't want that...
He didn't want me to keep the baby.
So I went to the clinic all by myself.
And when I got home, he was waiting for me.
We stayed in each other's arms, we cried.
We stayed like that, we were sad.
We knew our story was going to end.
I didn't know all that.
I didn't know.
I didn't know.
You loved him, my brother, so much.
So much.
It's thanks to him that she became an actress.
He's the one who gave me confidence.
Jean-Pierre.
Jean-Pierre thought Hlnat was outside his life.
Not very far away perhaps, but outside.
So he couldn't fall asleep that night.
He stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide open.
He wanted to keep it completely dry.
He knew that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.
He couldn't open the floodgates.
Absolutely not.
Because for so many years now he'd been strutting around and grumbling about people's weaknesses, about those who didn't know what they wanted.
When he thought of Helena, he pretended to smile or understand something, even though he'd never understood anything.
He knew perfectly well that he'd only ever loved her and had only ever been loved by her.
That she was his only love and that nothing can change that.
That she was his only love and that nothing can change that.
I'm going to ask you, do you have any photos that are a little more classic?
What do you mean?
I mean, photos that aren't blurry.
Don't you just have photos of Pierre singing?
Well, yes.
How many photos did you take during the tour?
Well, I don't know, maybe 2500.
Okay.
And so there are a lot of blurry ones, is that right?
I think the blur,
It gives him charisma.
No, but there are rules in marketing.
You don't put someone who is blurry, someone who is beautiful, on a poster.
Okay, listen, you contact the group again and then you see how they react.
And then we'll take some agency photos.
We're going to make a selection.
Okay, well I'm going because I have an appointment.
Well, thank you, goodbye.
HI.
Damn.
I'm worried, I still haven't received the lab results and I'm the one most concerned, I don't understand.
Yes I know, they always send them to the doctor, that's just how it is.
Oh yes.
Okay, everything's fine.
I'd even say everything's great, since the quantity is quite exceptional.
150 million sperm per milliliter.
Motility is good, they move well, and 90% are alive.
It's perfect.
150 million?
Not bad, huh?
Yes, not bad.
Oh yeah, it says so right there.
- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine!
That's the third time you've defended me...
- Excuse me, I'm a little stressed.
- I think so, yeah.
- You know, my mother is my mother.
- But what exactly did you tell her?
- I believe you.
- Oh yes, okay.
- But...
- Good.
And is it okay now, please?
- It's perfect.
Just a little doubt about the nail polish, but other than that, it's...
- About my nail polish?
- Yeah.
Sarah, you're not being objective...
- But stop, my love, it's true, everyone adores you, wait...
Also because there are things in the office that only he knows how to do, really.
- There you go.
- And so they pamper you because they need you.
- Yes, thank you.
- Yes.
He is the only one of my children who never wanted to be an artist.
- Well, that's because all the seats were taken, Mom.
- Ah!
- But I haven't said my last word.
- Go ahead, help yourself again.
- Oh, good times.
- Yes, good.
- Thank you.
- I'm fine, thank you.
I tidied Jean-Pierre's room.
I set aside those 33 rpm records since you wanted them.
Oh great.
Thank you, Mom.
Thank you very much.
Can I leave you for five minutes?
Yes.
- That's funny.
I never imagined my son with a girl like you.
- Oh really?
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
- No, he's not doing anything.
When I became pregnant with Mathieu, I didn't want any more children.
I no longer wanted to be pregnant.
So, it's possible that he felt all of that.
Yes, I...
Well...
I think he knows, yes, because...
Finally, once he told me that there had only been some for Jean-Pierre.
Oh really?
He told you that?
Yes.
There's something I don't do.
But I'll be able to get me.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Goodbye.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Yes, the United States.
-Excuse me.
I need to get back the envelope I just gave you.
I forgot to put something in it.
-Of course.
-Thank you.
- So, it's "Sensation" by Rimbaud, right?
- Yes.
- But isn't that poem on the syllabus this year?
- No, we haven't studied it, but I put it on my list because it's one of my favorite poems.
Maybe because Rimbaud wrote it very young and it's one of his first poems since he wasn't even 16 yet.
- Well, I'm listening.
On blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, pricked by the wheat, treading the fine grass.
Dreamily, I will feel its coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will not think anything.
But infinite love will rise in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gypsy.
Through nature,
Happy as if with a woman.
What touches me is that he announces his desire for freedom, his longing for happiness.
It's quite rare for someone so young to assert his convictions with such force.
He wants to go out into the world to experience sensations, and first and foremost, a sensation of freedom.
There is a departure, dear Rimbaud, a liberation from constraints, a wandering.
Finally, I find that this poem also conveys the idea of distancing oneself from one's family, of shedding its weight in order to flourish and become oneself.
Could you elaborate?
It's more of a feeling, but I think it's important to keep in mind that Rimbaud wrote this at 16.
There's an incredible sense of freedom, and as a very shy young man, I blush as soon as I talk to a girl, so someone with such freedom really moves me.
He's unaffected by the gaze of others.
He's calm, confident in his strength.
Perhaps that's what genius is.
Are you alright?
What also touches me is that my father died when I was 12, and I was raised by my mother's new partner, who was wonderful, and I'd like to be able to tell him...
I hope I'm staying strong here; I don't want to act like a victim, and in the poem there's no reproach towards his family; he leaves with joy in his heart.
I think leaving like that is a powerful gesture of incredible maturity.
There you have it.
Well...
This has never happened to me in ten years of teaching, but I'll give you a 20.
There you go.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Shall we have a race?
Do you want to?
Okay.
How far?
All the way home.
Okay.
One, two, three, go!
Go!
Go!
You're too fast!
Go!
You're exaggerating, it's not true.
I'm not a painter.
Hi!
So, was it good?
Great, we went to the Arc de Triomphe and then we ate fries.
Oh, wow, you're spoiled!
Very.
Okay, pajamas and off to bed.
- Do you have time for a drink?
- Uh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- No, but this apartment is nice.
- Yeah, it's not very big, but we're really comfortable here, just the two of us.
It's my little hideaway.
- Yeah.
- Anyway, I couldn't stay in the house.
- Okay.
I understand.
Thank you for everything you do.
No, you're kidding.
Normal, hein.
And it gives me great pleasure to take care of Charlotte.
Yeah, she's happy anyway.
Very nice.
It does him good.
It's true?
Yeah.
Good.
How's school and everything going?
I don't know, we'll see with time, you know.
It's not...
Dad?
- Yes
- Well, shall we go?
- Yes, but I have school tomorrow.
- Yeah, but we'll just have ice cream.
- What's wrong?
- Can I wear my princess dress?
- Of course, my love.
- How are things with Mom?
- They're fine, but she says you were too unhappy.
- You'll always be my little girl, won't you?
I'll always be your dad.
Then one day, you'll find an adoptive dad who will love you and whom you will love.
- Yes.
- Madam, I read your news with great interest.
To discuss this, I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible.
Please contact my secretary to arrange an appointment.
Yours sincerely, Margot.
-Yes.
-That's it, I have an appointment with Ouscar Valois.
-Who's Ouscar Valois?
-He's just the biggest publisher in Paris.
He loved my short stories and he wants to meet me.
-Really?
-Well, yes, it's true.
-That's great, you're going to be a publisher?
-I think so, yeah.
Okay, I'll leave you now, I just wanted to tell you that.
Bye.
-Margot, no personal calls at work.
Okay?
-Yeah, I'm sorry.
-Where's your badge?
-It's in my pocket.
-You need to put it on.
I can't take it anymore, I'm stopping.
-Is it only me you're here?
-I have no business being here, I'm a photographer.
- I'm a photographer too.
- I know.
But here, every day, I wonder what I'm doing here.
- You earn a living.
So, you're the one who wrote all these short stories?
Well, I really wanted to meet you because I found what you wrote very refreshing.
Very nice.
Thank you.
And funny, sometimes.
Of course, it doesn't quite fit into which categories.
in line with our house.
- Ah.
- But, uh...
I wanted to know who was behind all this.
In any case, please know that I intend to follow your work.
and I will pay the closest attention to it.
- All right.
- So.
Well, if I may offer a little advice, change the title.
It's too long.
Long headlines don't work.
That doesn't mean anything.
I'd like...
It's not even "I want," it's...
We don't know what, do we?
That someone, who...
We still don't know, somewhere...
So, it's...
It's completely unclear.
Right?
I'll see you soon.
Goodbye.
- Does this happen to you often?
- No, it's the first time.
- Do you want me to call a doctor?
- No, it'll pass.
- You're too tense, that's why.
- Yes, I'm tense, yes.
I know.
- Well, I'm going to move you because I need my office.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Can I help you?
- No, thank you.
That's not a hello.
I can't get up.
- Ah, perhaps you need a little pick-me-up.
I can get you a whiskey if you like.
I'd say it's for the girl on the sidewalk, well, sitting on the sidewalk.
But the best thing is for you to get up.
- I can't.
I'm scared.
I'm scared to get up.
Yes, try it.
Get up and walk.
If you like, we can use the informal "tu" form for this sentence.
Get up and walk.
There, perfect.
Do we know each other?
Yes.
On blue summer evenings, I'll go on the paths...
Yes, I gave you a 20 on the baccalaureate exam.
There you go, that's it.
My name is Andrea.
Juliette.
Yes, I'm actually a bit of a pick-me-up.
- Yes.
So.
I was looking at Andrea and thinking of you, my brother whom I had lost.
I hadn't seen it coming.
But what do we really know of someone's inner life?
Nothing.
Or very little.
Perhaps to truly know someone, you must first love them.
With their neuroses, their desires, their melancholy.
Did I love you enough?
Surely not.
So maybe that's what I'm trying to fix by writing.
By jumping into the void, you filled me.
You filled us, Mathieu, Margot, and me.
You're in us forever.
When I think of you, I feel strong, and I know nothing can stop me.
I'm alive.
I'm ready.
...
So much of a story, a woman, all in step, someone, somewhere.
- Yes, I'm here.
- What do you want?
- I need your help.
- Everyone's here, right?
- Yes, I'm ready.
What do you want?
I need you.
I can't do it alone.
Here.
Go ahead.
There you go.
Thank you, darling.
- Third?
Here, give it to me, Mom, I'll put it in a vase.
- Come on, come here.
Where's that boo-boo?
- There is one.
- Oh, it's okay, it's not a big boo-boo.
- No, that's an understatement, it's okay.
- Ah, there you go, look, you're healed.
Come on, come here.
- Is that it?
- Yeah.
Here.
Thanks.
You know I get paid at the end of the month?
- Yep, like always.
Here, put this on the table outside.
- Yeah.
- You see, for the exhibition, I'm trying to find people who are a little physically unusual and who move me.
- But unusual how?
- Either an accident, or something genetic.
You see, I stop them in the street, I explain my approach as photographers, and then I ask them if they want to pose for me.
- Oh yeah?
But have you done a lot?
- No, not yet.
Well, I'm starting, you know, but there's something that really...
- What were we doing?
- How did you know?
- How did I...?
- Want some?
- No, no, I quit.
You smoke, you do.
- Yeah.
You're the one who got me to smoke my first joint, remember?
- No.
- Yes, he was 14.
- Here, let me see.
It's alright, it's good.
- Jean-Pierre?
- Yeah, yeah, we're coming.
Come on, stop, stop, stop.
- Wait, can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
- Uh, I'm in the bank's garden for a month.
- No, no, that's not true.
Again, what are you doing?
- I'm focusing on my exhibition; it's taking up all my time, and I don't have time to work at the restaurant anymore.
- How much do you need?
- 3,000.
- If I give you 5,000, is that okay?
- Yeah, that's great.
- This is the last time.
- Okay, I promise.
That means I owe you 10,000 euros, and I'll do everything I can to pay you back in reverse.
- You pay me back when you can, but what I want is for you to say, when you're a community, that I was there.
I was there; I believed in you.
- I know.
Thank you, my dear big brother.
- To answer questions in my eyes
- Of course, of course.
- How's it going?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- There you go.
- Hmm, the fees are perfect.
Okay, we need to really focus on the female clientele, because women who are shopping like to be complimented, charmed, and smiled at.
- Hmm, that's perfect for me, I like to smile.
- In any case, we're very happy to be listed with you.
- Me too, me too.
- Well, I'll leave you now.
Thank you, Kevin.
- Thank you.
- Don't forget the appointment at Nicolas's.
I'm counting on you.
- Of course.
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
- Shh!
Is Sarah Brio having lunch all alone?
- Yeah!
- Hello!
- Eh!
- Apparently she's a minx, if you know what I mean!
- No, I don't really see what you mean!
- She's a hot chick!
- Can you sit me down?
- Yes!
- How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?
- Yeah!
- Go ahead, you're all alone today!
What's wrong with you that you're sicker?
- Enjoy your meal!
- Enjoy your meal!
- You took rice, I took rice!
- Legally.
But on the other hand, I gave in to temptation.
- Can I sit down?
- Oh yes, of course.
Please do.
- Your turn to race.
- Can you turn your head to the right?
Sorry, to your left.
There, very good.
Thank you.
Doesn't it bother you that I'm giving you directions?
No, I agreed, so it's fine, it doesn't bother me.
No, actually, I'm a little emotional, a bit flustered, being photographed.
Could you take off your glasses?
Thank you, perfect.
So, here I am, I came to...
How can I put it?
I...
Yes?
I...
I'm not sick, but...
Well, sometimes I feel like my genitals smell bad.
Oh.
And what makes you say that?
Did someone tell you?
No, no, no, not at all, it's me.
It's...
It's...
But anyway, since...
Right now, I'm afraid to sleep with a girl, I'd like to know if it's true.
But make yourself comfortable, I'll take a look.
Okay.
- Maybe it's because I've been eating a lot of sushi lately, and that's affecting me?
- Yes, it's true that fish isn't great.
- Oh, you?
- Well, yes.
No, your penis smells very nice.
It smells normal.
Yes, normal.
- Really?
- Yes.
To reassure you, I'm going to prescribe you a better soap.
- There's a second thing.
- Yes?
- Is it possible to have a sperm analysis done?
- Oh!
And why?
- I don't want to, I'd like to know if I'm sterile or not.
- In principle, there's no reason for you to be.
- Yeah, I agree.
But I'd still like to know, I think.
All the same.
Thank you.
Let me recap the 5 Cs.
First, competence, then foresight, charisma,
Courage and, finally, luck, and if you're here today it's because we think you have plenty of both.
Yes, and I'd like to add a sixth C today: the C for champagne, for our champagne, since that's what awaits us now.
Jean-Pierre Armandville, thank you all
Nothing to do with it, but it's true that you know the tirade about noses in these Bergera notes by heart.
All this C
Okay, I'll make it for you one day.
If you meet your objectives, and if you double them, I'll make the whole room for you.
Noted.
Noted, yes.
Cheers!
Health.
Okay, well, let's go to the next level.
Health.
Snitch.
"No," said the poor creature, who was only waiting for daybreak to die.
And she lay down on the ground, her beautiful white fur all stained with blood.
Then the wolf pounced on the little goat and ate her.
And that's it, it's over.
Okay, time for bed now, it's late.
Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?
Of course I think you're pretty, you know that, you're the prettiest in the world.
Prettier than Celeste?
Of course, much prettier than Celeste, well, much more.
Okay, time for bed.
- Good night, my dear.
- Good night, Dad.
- I'll leave the door ajar.
- Okay.
- Hello?
- Jean-Pierre?
- Yes?
- It's Elena.
- Elena?
- Yes, it's me.
Am I disturbing you?
- I'm putting my daughter to bed right now.
- Oh, what's her name?
Charlotte.
Why are you calling me?
I'm calling because I'd like to see you.
What's the point?
Well, I just want to see you again, that's all.
Why are you doing this?
Why are you going to mess up my life?
I'm going to open up.
I don't know exactly when, but not too long from now.
That's not true.
Yes, that's true.
What's wrong?
Cancer.
Leukemia.
At first, it will be tough because your white blood cell count will drop, making your body extremely vulnerable.
Basically, any virus going around will affect you.
You'll also experience nausea for a day or two after chemo.
And the treatment also affects your libido because chemo disrupts your hormonal cycle.
Like a temporary menopause, in a way.
Will I be able to perform my play?
It's too soon to say.
I'll have to see how you react.
The treatment is difficult, but it offers a real chance of success.
I know you're brave.
- I think it would be good to photograph each person in their office.
With a little bit of off-camera.
I'd like them to pose and look at the camera.
A bit like this one.
- Yes.
Yes, that's right.
But actually, we should do the same thing.
- In close-up, you know.
- Okay, yeah, no, not outside, like.
- Well, yes.
Because, like I told you, we're mainly going to use it for the staff directory.
- Oh, okay.
I didn't understand, I thought you wanted portraits.
- Yes, that's right.
Yes, portraits, yes.
In close-up.
- Okay.
And uh...
How many portraits are there to do?
- Well, 120.
- Oh, wow, that's quite a lot.
- How much would you charge to do that?
- Well, my brother told me it was 1000 euros a day, so it would need to be at least 4 days, ideally a week.
I can give you a package deal...
I can give you a package deal for 5000 euros.
What do you want?
- Well, listen, we only planned one day for this job.
- One day?
- Yeah.
Listen, I can give you a discount of 1500 for the 5 days.
I haven't worked.
Luckily I have my job, otherwise I would have felt like I'd failed at just about everything in my life.
But you've succeeded, you're famous?
Yes, I'm famous.
Have I changed?
No, not at all.
- It's starting to rain now.
L.
Vas-y, vas-y, vas-y!
And you, tell me, tell me!
I'm married, I have a little girl, I love you my life, that's it, it's simple.
So many things to say...
It could have been...
Different.
He can hold me in your arms.
It's magnificent, everything's there.
It's beautiful.
Do you want to hear it?
Yes.
Music.
It's amazing.
It's amazing.
Okay, from now on, no cigarettes, no alcohol, he agrees.
Yes, that's for sure.
- We won't tell anyone.
- No, we won't tell anyone.
- We'll wait at least three months.
- Yeah.
- Hello, Margot?
- Yes, Mom.
- I'm just calling to see what works best for you for Christmas.
- But I don't know, Mom, it's the end of October.
So, call me back in December and tell me the date.
Bye.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Unbelievable, unbelievable.
- The 23rd or the 24th?
- Listen, Mom, it's up to you, but if you need me to help you, Saturday or Sunday is better.
- Oh, thank you, darling.
- Well, Saturday the 22nd, that's good.
But I'll check with Nathalie about it, you know, I can confirm that.
- Yes, Mom, everything's fine with me.
Everything's fine with me.
- But Mom, you know very well that Margot is annoying.
- Oh no, no, now, on the 22nd, I have a birthday.
- I think it suits Juliette too that it's the 23rd.
- Well, Mom, don't ask me, if you're doing it on December 23rd, it means you prefer Juliette.
- Well then, tell me-
"Is the 25th possible?
Jean-Pierre is at Nathalie's parents' house." "If Jean-Pierre prefers the 22nd, then let's do the 22nd and that's the end of it.
What do you want me to say, Mom?" "What if we did the 24th?" "I called Cathy, she gave me the number of a high-mountain guide.
I'm going to talk to him.
I have to admit, I didn't understand everything, because he had a very, very strong Savoyard accent." "So when do you want to do it?" "Late June, early July, because after that there are too many tourists." "But it's hard to climb Mont Blanc." "No, no, no, it's not hard."
- I had no idea, you both want to do this.
- Oh no, but it's open, you know, if you want to do it, we can do it as a family with great pleasure.
Okay, so don't all answer at the same time, okay?
- No, but I would really love to do that, but right now I don't think it's going to be possible.
Because I'm pregnant.
- No!
- Yes, well done!
- Bravo!
I'm so happy for you!
- Achelie!
- He's not wrong, is he?
I don't know.
I don't think I can really tell him.
Things are heating up!
Hey, this is ridiculous, Juliette.
Six months ago, she separated from her partner, she was looking for an apartment, and now, well, here she is, pregnant, and it's all starting up again.
Oh, listen, she's happy, she's happy, yeah.
Yeah, for sure.
How are you?
Yeah, yeah.
Got a girlfriend right now?
Uh...
Uh...
Maybe, uh...
- Go ahead, tell me.
- No, nothing to tell.
- So you don't have a girlfriend then?
- No, that's it.
- Maybe you have a boyfriend?
- Oh shit, you're annoying, seriously.
- No, but it's fine, you're not saying anything.
- What am I saying?
Is...
I'm getting a girl, there you go, are you happy now?
- Is that true?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's true.
I work at my company...
But she doesn't know that...
that I like her.
She's pretty.
Incredible.
Why aren't you inviting me to dinner?
That's what I'm going to do, I'm not stupid, I'm just waiting for the right moment, that's all, there you go.
What's your problem with all this?
Just being a pain in the ass...
It's a pleasure to comment on.
Well, you know, the photos of the slightly monstrous people, I showed you.
Well, there's a gallery owner who's interested.
- Yes, at first I thought he was flirting with me, but actually he's gay, or at least I think so.
He told me, "You look at people," because he's using the formal "vous" with me, but nobody's looking.
- There you go, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
- Stop, it's Christmas, you have to.
- It's Christmas, but I'll explain it to him.
I'm not interested in making photo albums.
especially when it's paid peanuts.
- Yes, but in the meantime you earn a living.
- Waiting for what?
- In the meantime, show us a little of what you do.
Because, you see, you have to put yourself out there in life.
Unless, of course, you want to live your whole life
in a maid's room like an idiot.
- But it's fine, I live the way I want!
I'm not interested in living in the suburbs.
and to have barbecues on the weekend!
- You're wrong, the marbecques are very nice.
But I don't like cool things.
- Nothing.
- Nothing, what?
Nothing?
Can't you express yourself normally?
- It looks like it's starting well.
- Shut your mouth!
- Oh Jean-Pierre, that's enough now!
- What, is that enough?
You know what?
You're going to start by giving me back the 10,000 euros you owe.
- But you know very well that I don't have them!
- Well, I don't care, you figure it out, I need it!
- Listen, I don't think you're exaggerating even a little bit.
Am I exaggerating?
- Yes!
- I'm exaggerating!
I'm exaggerating!
Fucking hell, you're pissing me off, you fucking idiot!
Fucking hell!
- Hello?
- Alex?
- Yeah, Merry Christmas, mate.
How's it going?
- Not really, actually.
- So, what's up?
- Well, Jean-Pierre, what if he's not okay?
Jean-Pierre?
- I don't know, yeah.
I don't know, actually.
Excuse me, I'm bothering you here, on New Year's Eve, excuse me.
- No, no, but wait, don't apologize.
That's what friends are for.
- Yeah, yeah, you're right.
- Oh, you're the best!
So!
Okay, so you want it to be Thursday?
Are we young together?
Yeah, Thursday, okay?
Ok, super!
Well, I want to...
Merry Christmas to you...
to your family!
Yeah, you too!
With courage, eh!
I'm sending you a kiss!
Me too!
- I have nothing, no, no, don't worry.
- You see, it's his paternalistic side that's making me arrive.
- He needs to stop acting like he's the man of the family.
- Stop asking him for money.
- Why are you defending him?
- No, I'm not defending him.
- Dad died, thank goodness he was there.
For mom, for Mathieu, and for me too.
- Honestly, Margot, I think you're doing an art with him.
- Yes.
- I knew you'd be here.
- And you're opening this present?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- So that's how you see me, a salesman who does barbecues.
- No way.
- Did you see that, Yinej?
What are you doing?
Stop.
- You have a dad.
- No.
Yes, indeed.
"You lent Margot 10,000 euros?" "Yes, in installments." "10,000 euros?
That's a lot.
Why are you lending her money like we have loads?" "First of all, because she's my sister.
I'm lending her money so she can succeed in her photography career.
So she doesn't have to give it all up." "If she succeeds as an artist, you'd be really pissed." "Why do you say that?" "You know perfectly well what I mean."
"Yes, yes, it's family matters, it's my business.
Who's your family?
Because for me, my family is you and Charlotte.
With that money, I would have been very happy if the three of us could have gone somewhere, I don't know, for once, rather than having to spend Christmas with your family." "Stop it, stop it." "Well, next year you can go by yourself."
Do you remember when we used to play seagull?
Yes.
Learn to bear your cross.
Keep your faith.
I have faith.
And when I think about my calling, life no longer frightens me.
You know how to find your path.
You know where you're going.
In a chaos of dreams and images, I have no faith.
I don't know what my calling is.
You were incredible in that role.
You were a sublime actor.
I was in love with you, so it must have shown on stage.
- Hi, sir.
- Sorry, excuse me.
Hi.
- Hi.
- So, I hear you've moved.
- I moved two weeks ago, yeah, yeah.
- And where are you now?
- I'm in the 10th arrondissement, near Rpublique.
- Funny, you know I am too.
- Oh really?
- That's good, we'll take the metro together.
- Yeah, great, yeah.
- So, are you going to have a housewarming party?
- Yes, I want to...
Yeah, I think so.
I'm going to have one.
- When?
- Next month.
You know, I received my last pieces of furniture this morning.
- And why not tomorrow evening?
Besides, it's Candlemas, we could do it a little later.
- Have a party?
- Tomorrow?
Oh no.
Tomorrow's not possible.
I've got all this mess going on, and I haven't told anyone, you know.
Otherwise, you can only invite me, you know.
Besides, you know, I don't care about the mess.
It's...
Oh yeah?
Will you wait a second?
Is everything alright?
It's alright.
- Yeah, how's it going?
- Yeah, how's it going?
- It's going, it's going.
Um...
Sarah Brio wants to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night.
What do I say?
- Well, you say yes.
- I'm in the middle of packing.
- We're wrong.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Great.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, I just had to cancel something, but uh...
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Come in, please!
- Thank you!
- You're punctual!
- I know what you're doing, I'm always on time!
And I even waited on the stairs!
- No, don't apologize, you're kidding, there's no problem!
- No, but it's true, even if I want to be late, I can't manage it, I'm still on time!
And since I'm on time, I'm actually early, so it's silly!
- That's not bad.
It's magnificent.
THANKS.
But finish what you were doing, I don't mind.
- OK.
Quiet, please.
- Okay.
Ah, it's a click-clack sofa bed.
- Oh yeah, how do you know?
- I have the same one, listen.
Very practical actually.
- Huh?
- That clicker, I actually have the same one.
And it's very practical.
- Oh yeah, apparently so.
That's what the seller told me.
- That reminds me that I brought you some champagne.
- That's so kind, thank you.
- Yes, I love champagne as an aperitif.
It's a little lukewarm though.
- No problem, I'll put it in the freezer for half an hour.
- Yeah.
- That way we have time.
- Oh yeah.
Do you want something to drink?
- Uh...
- Oh no, I'm an idiot, I just put the bottle in the freezer.
- You thought it was practical?
- Yeah.
- They are even more beautiful than I had imagined.
- Yes yes.
- Besides, they're real.
- Okay?
- Yes.
- I love your engine.
- What a beautiful belly!
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- I think you look radiant, in any case.
- At five months, can we tell if it's a boy or a girl?
- No, no, thank you.
- Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, I'd like to, a little bit like that, to get a head start.
- Get a head start on what?
- Aren't the nights too difficult?
- No, they're still okay.
Can you feel it moving?
Yes.
Well...
I used to, yes.
It's true, a little less now.
What's going on?
What's happening, doctor?
There's no heartbeat.
How come?
The heart has stopped.
The fetus is no longer alive.
We'll have to intervene quite quickly.
Do you want to go home?
No.
I'm going to teach my classes, otherwise I'll collapse.
I won't be able to be there.
I won't be able to be there for the operation.
I have my conference tomorrow in London.
Can't you find someone to replace you?
It's difficult.
It's difficult.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
Thank you.
- It's not for me.
- Oh yeah, I remember that.
- You punched a boy who was hitting me in the little courtyard near the school.
- Franck Bainjot.
Hey, I read the stories you sent me.
- The one with the accident and the one with the wild boar.
- Yeah.
- So?
- It's great.
- It's true.
- There's something very fresh, very intimate about it at the same time.
And it's funny.
- You've got talent.
- You think so?
- Yeah.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Go ahead, they're brought to you, my dear loves.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye.
Courage.
You have to write.
You promise?
- Yes.
Be vulnerable.
Show your eyes.
And draw others into what is profound.
Allow yourself the sun.
Forget your family.
Empower strangers.
Focus on the details.
Ignore the drama, fate, and misfortune.
Soothe the conflict with your laughter.
Embrace your true colors, stand up for what you believe in, and let the rustling of leaves become gentle.
Pass through the villages.
I'll follow you.
- Oh, you're back?
- Yeah.
What's going on?
- Nothing, I don't know.
- You look a bit off.
- No?
- No.
- And Juliette, how are you?
- Yeah, well, yeah
- Okay, I'm going to bed
- Do you want to?
- Yeah, I'm coming.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?
- So, as I was saying, we're going away for 4 days.
We're doing Nantes, Rennes, Le Havre.
- That's great what's happening to you.
- Yeah.
Are you getting paid well?
- No, but I keep the rights to my photos, so...
Yeah.
It's not...
It's not like record companies are going to buy me today, is it?
Here.
Oh, thanks.
Can you sleep in my duvet?
I don't mind.
Besides, I changed yesterday.
Thank you very much.
Come on.
Oh, but I owe you.
Work hard.
Thanks, yeah.
Oh, there are condoms, you know.
- By the nightstand, just in case.
- Great.
- It's your place, but don't forget you're at my place, okay?
Just kidding.
- Kisses.
Bye.
-Margo?
-Margo?
-I'm sticking with it.
-How are you?
-I'm fine, and you?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
-I'm working, it's the wine and food fair.
And you?
-I'm with a rock band, I'm taking photos.
-I didn't know, you didn't say that.
Anyway, nobody tells me anything.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Good evening, Mr.
Arbonville.
How are you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- The 715, as usual?
- Thank you.
- I'll give you more.
Have a good evening.
- Get in.
- JP, it's Alex.
We're waiting for you, we're at number 35.
We've already had an aperitif.
Let's go see a little more.
So, everyone, and if you're not coming, just send me a text so we can order.
Okay, kisses.
- Hello, Mom?
- Yes?
- Am I bothering you?
- No, I just finished dinner.
Did you want to tell me something?
No, nothing in particular, you like me as I am, just checking in.
Oh, you know, it's funny, while tidying up, I found a picture of you at your First Communion.
Oh really?
Jean-Pierre?
Yes?
How are you?
I think I'm still in love with Helena.
The actress.
Yes, the actress, as you say.
But Jean-Pierre, you're not going to start up with these old stories again.
It's good that the theatre wasn't for you.
Okay, I'll leave you now, then...
I have a dinner date; they're waiting for me in the hotel lobby, right there.
But go ahead, go ahead.
You're the one who hangs up.
No, hang up.
Goodbye, Mom.
- But Mommy...
- Are you all right, darling?
- No...
No, Mommy...
- That's what is...
- No, Mommy, listen to me.
Oh, darling...
- Ah, my darling...
- But you're all right, my darling...
- It's not possible, no.
- THANKS.
I wrote the...
This is the short text you asked me for for the announcement.
Yes, thank you.
It's being published today.
Yeah.
Do you want me to read to you?
Vas-y.
Nathalie Armanville, his wife.
Charlotte, his daughter.
Aurore Armanville, his mother.
Juliette, Margaux and Mathieu.
It is with immense sadness that we announce the passing of Jean-Pierre Armanville.
I returned on March 24, 2018, at the age of 48.
The religious ceremony will take place at the church in Fissin on Thursday, March 29 at 3 p.m.
That's good.
So, I'd like to speak to you on behalf of all the salespeople at Milton Astier, but above all, I'd like to talk to you about my friend.
Excuse me.
I don't think that, apart from the death of my father, I've ever felt so much grief.
So...
Jean-Pierre, the first time we met, I was 30 years old.
I was looking for a job,
I spent a year there, completely desperate.
During the interview, I think you could tell I wasn't at my best.
And instead of putting me down, you looked at me with a smile and said, "You start on Monday." You were the first person to believe in me.
And I'll never be able to thank you enough for that.
Then one evening, we had dinner together.
We got to know each other.
From hotel to hotel, well...
we became friends.
And then, well, we just stayed in touch.
We were always talking on the phone.
And then there was that evening when you were supposed to join us.
And...
By the way, I can't believe you're not here anymore, Jean-Pierre.
You're not here.
We're going to miss you.
- I'm going to stay here with Mom for a little while.
- Come on, you can do it alone.
- If you can, that's great.
- Go on.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Cheers, sister.
- Come on, cheers.
- Sorry.
- That's cool.
- I love you.
When I became ill, I needed to see him.
I needed to.
I understand.
I didn't know you'd seen each other again.
Yes, I did.
And what was he like when you saw each other again?
He was...
I don't know.
We were happy to see each other.
At the same time, I sensed he was somewhere else.
I thought he'd never get over it when you left him, you know.
But I didn't leave him.
Oh really?
No.
We'd been playing around.
I became pregnant.
And he didn't want that...
He didn't want me to keep the baby.
So I went to the clinic all by myself.
And when I got home, he was waiting for me.
We stayed in each other's arms, we cried.
We stayed like that, we were sad.
We knew our story was going to end.
I didn't know all that.
I didn't know.
I didn't know.
You loved him, my brother, so much.
So much.
It's thanks to him that she became an actress.
He's the one who gave me confidence.
Jean-Pierre.
Jean-Pierre thought Hlnat was outside his life.
Not very far away perhaps, but outside.
So he couldn't fall asleep that night.
He stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide open.
He wanted to keep it completely dry.
He knew that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop.
He couldn't open the floodgates.
Absolutely not.
Because for so many years now he'd been strutting around and grumbling about people's weaknesses, about those who didn't know what they wanted.
When he thought of Helena, he pretended to smile or understand something, even though he'd never understood anything.
He knew perfectly well that he'd only ever loved her and had only ever been loved by her.
That she was his only love and that nothing can change that.
That she was his only love and that nothing can change that.
I'm going to ask you, do you have any photos that are a little more classic?
What do you mean?
I mean, photos that aren't blurry.
Don't you just have photos of Pierre singing?
Well, yes.
How many photos did you take during the tour?
Well, I don't know, maybe 2500.
Okay.
And so there are a lot of blurry ones, is that right?
I think the blur,
It gives him charisma.
No, but there are rules in marketing.
You don't put someone who is blurry, someone who is beautiful, on a poster.
Okay, listen, you contact the group again and then you see how they react.
And then we'll take some agency photos.
We're going to make a selection.
Okay, well I'm going because I have an appointment.
Well, thank you, goodbye.
HI.
Damn.
I'm worried, I still haven't received the lab results and I'm the one most concerned, I don't understand.
Yes I know, they always send them to the doctor, that's just how it is.
Oh yes.
Okay, everything's fine.
I'd even say everything's great, since the quantity is quite exceptional.
150 million sperm per milliliter.
Motility is good, they move well, and 90% are alive.
It's perfect.
150 million?
Not bad, huh?
Yes, not bad.
Oh yeah, it says so right there.
- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine!
That's the third time you've defended me...
- Excuse me, I'm a little stressed.
- I think so, yeah.
- You know, my mother is my mother.
- But what exactly did you tell her?
- I believe you.
- Oh yes, okay.
- But...
- Good.
And is it okay now, please?
- It's perfect.
Just a little doubt about the nail polish, but other than that, it's...
- About my nail polish?
- Yeah.
Sarah, you're not being objective...
- But stop, my love, it's true, everyone adores you, wait...
Also because there are things in the office that only he knows how to do, really.
- There you go.
- And so they pamper you because they need you.
- Yes, thank you.
- Yes.
He is the only one of my children who never wanted to be an artist.
- Well, that's because all the seats were taken, Mom.
- Ah!
- But I haven't said my last word.
- Go ahead, help yourself again.
- Oh, good times.
- Yes, good.
- Thank you.
- I'm fine, thank you.
I tidied Jean-Pierre's room.
I set aside those 33 rpm records since you wanted them.
Oh great.
Thank you, Mom.
Thank you very much.
Can I leave you for five minutes?
Yes.
- That's funny.
I never imagined my son with a girl like you.
- Oh really?
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
- No, he's not doing anything.
When I became pregnant with Mathieu, I didn't want any more children.
I no longer wanted to be pregnant.
So, it's possible that he felt all of that.
Yes, I...
Well...
I think he knows, yes, because...
Finally, once he told me that there had only been some for Jean-Pierre.
Oh really?
He told you that?
Yes.
There's something I don't do.
But I'll be able to get me.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Goodbye.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Yes, the United States.
-Excuse me.
I need to get back the envelope I just gave you.
I forgot to put something in it.
-Of course.
-Thank you.
- So, it's "Sensation" by Rimbaud, right?
- Yes.
- But isn't that poem on the syllabus this year?
- No, we haven't studied it, but I put it on my list because it's one of my favorite poems.
Maybe because Rimbaud wrote it very young and it's one of his first poems since he wasn't even 16 yet.
- Well, I'm listening.
On blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, pricked by the wheat, treading the fine grass.
Dreamily, I will feel its coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will not think anything.
But infinite love will rise in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gypsy.
Through nature,
Happy as if with a woman.
What touches me is that he announces his desire for freedom, his longing for happiness.
It's quite rare for someone so young to assert his convictions with such force.
He wants to go out into the world to experience sensations, and first and foremost, a sensation of freedom.
There is a departure, dear Rimbaud, a liberation from constraints, a wandering.
Finally, I find that this poem also conveys the idea of distancing oneself from one's family, of shedding its weight in order to flourish and become oneself.
Could you elaborate?
It's more of a feeling, but I think it's important to keep in mind that Rimbaud wrote this at 16.
There's an incredible sense of freedom, and as a very shy young man, I blush as soon as I talk to a girl, so someone with such freedom really moves me.
He's unaffected by the gaze of others.
He's calm, confident in his strength.
Perhaps that's what genius is.
Are you alright?
What also touches me is that my father died when I was 12, and I was raised by my mother's new partner, who was wonderful, and I'd like to be able to tell him...
I hope I'm staying strong here; I don't want to act like a victim, and in the poem there's no reproach towards his family; he leaves with joy in his heart.
I think leaving like that is a powerful gesture of incredible maturity.
There you have it.
Well...
This has never happened to me in ten years of teaching, but I'll give you a 20.
There you go.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Shall we have a race?
Do you want to?
Okay.
How far?
All the way home.
Okay.
One, two, three, go!
Go!
Go!
You're too fast!
Go!
You're exaggerating, it's not true.
I'm not a painter.
Hi!
So, was it good?
Great, we went to the Arc de Triomphe and then we ate fries.
Oh, wow, you're spoiled!
Very.
Okay, pajamas and off to bed.
- Do you have time for a drink?
- Uh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- No, but this apartment is nice.
- Yeah, it's not very big, but we're really comfortable here, just the two of us.
It's my little hideaway.
- Yeah.
- Anyway, I couldn't stay in the house.
- Okay.
I understand.
Thank you for everything you do.
No, you're kidding.
Normal, hein.
And it gives me great pleasure to take care of Charlotte.
Yeah, she's happy anyway.
Very nice.
It does him good.
It's true?
Yeah.
Good.
How's school and everything going?
I don't know, we'll see with time, you know.
It's not...
Dad?
- Yes
- Well, shall we go?
- Yes, but I have school tomorrow.
- Yeah, but we'll just have ice cream.
- What's wrong?
- Can I wear my princess dress?
- Of course, my love.
- How are things with Mom?
- They're fine, but she says you were too unhappy.
- You'll always be my little girl, won't you?
I'll always be your dad.
Then one day, you'll find an adoptive dad who will love you and whom you will love.
- Yes.
- Madam, I read your news with great interest.
To discuss this, I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible.
Please contact my secretary to arrange an appointment.
Yours sincerely, Margot.
-Yes.
-That's it, I have an appointment with Ouscar Valois.
-Who's Ouscar Valois?
-He's just the biggest publisher in Paris.
He loved my short stories and he wants to meet me.
-Really?
-Well, yes, it's true.
-That's great, you're going to be a publisher?
-I think so, yeah.
Okay, I'll leave you now, I just wanted to tell you that.
Bye.
-Margot, no personal calls at work.
Okay?
-Yeah, I'm sorry.
-Where's your badge?
-It's in my pocket.
-You need to put it on.
I can't take it anymore, I'm stopping.
-Is it only me you're here?
-I have no business being here, I'm a photographer.
- I'm a photographer too.
- I know.
But here, every day, I wonder what I'm doing here.
- You earn a living.
So, you're the one who wrote all these short stories?
Well, I really wanted to meet you because I found what you wrote very refreshing.
Very nice.
Thank you.
And funny, sometimes.
Of course, it doesn't quite fit into which categories.
in line with our house.
- Ah.
- But, uh...
I wanted to know who was behind all this.
In any case, please know that I intend to follow your work.
and I will pay the closest attention to it.
- All right.
- So.
Well, if I may offer a little advice, change the title.
It's too long.
Long headlines don't work.
That doesn't mean anything.
I'd like...
It's not even "I want," it's...
We don't know what, do we?
That someone, who...
We still don't know, somewhere...
So, it's...
It's completely unclear.
Right?
I'll see you soon.
Goodbye.
- Does this happen to you often?
- No, it's the first time.
- Do you want me to call a doctor?
- No, it'll pass.
- You're too tense, that's why.
- Yes, I'm tense, yes.
I know.
- Well, I'm going to move you because I need my office.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Can I help you?
- No, thank you.
That's not a hello.
I can't get up.
- Ah, perhaps you need a little pick-me-up.
I can get you a whiskey if you like.
I'd say it's for the girl on the sidewalk, well, sitting on the sidewalk.
But the best thing is for you to get up.
- I can't.
I'm scared.
I'm scared to get up.
Yes, try it.
Get up and walk.
If you like, we can use the informal "tu" form for this sentence.
Get up and walk.
There, perfect.
Do we know each other?
Yes.
On blue summer evenings, I'll go on the paths...
Yes, I gave you a 20 on the baccalaureate exam.
There you go, that's it.
My name is Andrea.
Juliette.
Yes, I'm actually a bit of a pick-me-up.
- Yes.
So.
I was looking at Andrea and thinking of you, my brother whom I had lost.
I hadn't seen it coming.
But what do we really know of someone's inner life?
Nothing.
Or very little.
Perhaps to truly know someone, you must first love them.
With their neuroses, their desires, their melancholy.
Did I love you enough?
Surely not.
So maybe that's what I'm trying to fix by writing.
By jumping into the void, you filled me.
You filled us, Mathieu, Margot, and me.
You're in us forever.
When I think of you, I feel strong, and I know nothing can stop me.
I'm alive.
I'm ready.
...
So much of a story, a woman, all in step, someone, somewhere.