...
"I'm a Believer" by The Monkees
I thought love was only true in fairy tales.
Meant for someone else, but not for me.
Love was out to get me.
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all of my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now, I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, um...
I'm a believer,
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a giving thing.
Seems the more I gave, the less I got.
What's the use in trying ?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine, I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer.
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
...
Oh... oh, love was out to get me.
Now, that's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all of my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, um...
I'm a believer,
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Yes I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a believer.
...
Harmonica
...
-What possessed you to resign?
How will you find a job at your age?
-Hi, Mom.
-I prepared the sofa in the living room.
-Mom,
I'm off to France tomorrow.
-Oh no, here we go again... but it's not your age to move to another country.
-You're doing it again.
Go if you want to go, if you want me to die of grief, go.
-Oh no, do you hear yourself?
Pouh, it's not possible... come on, let's stop talking about it.
-Oh...
But this jacket was your father's.
-I should have died in his place.
-Please don't say that.
Don't say that.
(It was an accident.)
-I want Violette back. -Oh no, you're dreaming, Tridan.
You were 8. What is she today, 50?
She's probably married, with children.
-She may be divorced, lonely and unhappy, like me.
I want to find her.
-These are the keys
your father's apartment
in Paris.
The address is on the back.
-Do we have an apartment in Paris?
-Your father. Now he's yours.
Melancholy piano theme
...
-Violette Charmet, Paris.
How many are there?
5...
Oh, my, my...
It's magnificent.
Oh, my, my...
Distressing theme
...
Tridan breathes heavily.
Light theme on clarinet
...
-Gracias. -Buen viaje. Proximo.
-Hola, hablas francès? -Yes, please.
-A ticket to Paris. -Charles-de-Gaulle?
-No, Paris.
-Yes, Paris Charles-de-Gaulle.
Which class?
-Thank you for that. It was my father's.
-Ah... yes. I was talking about the plane.
What kind of seat, Eco, business, premier?
-Is it better first? -Yes.
-I'll take that, you have to indulge yourself.
-Plus, there's a special offer.
The First ticket
is 10,780.
-Pesos.
-No, euros.
-(Euros ?) Eco, eco. -Eco? All right.
Eco, 1,200.
-Pesos. -No, euros.
-(Euros?)
How much is that in pesos?
-26 000. -(26,000 pesos?!)
For eco? -Yes. How do you set it?
-In pesos. -I'm in.
26,000, please.
Come on, sir,
people are waiting, thank you.
-20 000.
Here we are.
-We're 6,000 short, sir. -6 000 ? Oh...
-I'm sorry, I can't.
-Hola.
-Good afternoon.
He bangs his guitar as he puts it away.
*Captain's announcements
...
He blows.
-I hope the flight
will be fine.
He tightens his belt.
Greenhouse, greenhouse.
You never know.
He blows.
-Are you all right, sir? -It's my first time on a plane.
-That's great! How are you, not too stressed?
-It's okay, it doesn't move too much.
-We didn't take off. -(We didn't take off?)
-It's okay, don't be afraid. -I'm not.
-Yes, you are.
-Yes.
-Take a deep breath.
...
Feeling better? -I'm fine, thanks.
Light symphonic theme
...
(We've changed a lot, our love has remained.)
I'm writing a song for my love whom I haven't seen since I was 8.
-Oh, I love it.
Romance has become so rare.
Would you sing it for me? -Uh... I'm not finished.
And then, if I sing it to you, you'll fall in love with me.
Then, the first time
that I want to sing it, is for Violette.
-Ah, yes.
-But I can sing you something else, I've got my guitar.
The travelers sing in chorus:
-IT SEEMS TO ME THAT MISERY
WOULD BE LESS PAINFUL IN THE SUN...
-What an atmosphere!
-It's someone who works at Club Med!
-Shall we postpone the service? -Yes, that's fine.
-EMMENEZ-MOI TO WONDERLAND,
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT MISERY WOULD BE LESS PAINFUL IN THE SUN.
EM... ME... NOSE... ME AT THE END OF THE EARTH,
EMMENEZ-MOI TO WONDERLAND,
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT MISERY WOULD BE LESS PAINFUL IN THE SUN.
Applause
-Bravo! Bravo ! ...
He sighs.
-It was great,
your songs.
-Thank you, UM.
-My name isn't UM. -Yes, UM.
-Oh no, that means that I travel alone.
My name's Elena, what's yours?
-Tridan. I was also thinking, UM, that's a weird name.
-Yours is weird and so are your toes.
-That's because I've never worn closed shoes,
I've been living at Club Med for 50 years.
-You like vacations too much.
-I wasn't on vacation. -So why did you stay 50 years?
He sighs.
-I wonder, too.
Especially since all my childhood, I wanted to run away.
I saw all my friends
leave after 8 days,
and not me.
-Oh, but don't cry.
-Every time there was that damn bus, I lost my friends.
-Don't cry, Tridan, eh?
-And the older I got, the more I felt I felt like I was in prison.
Festive music
...
-Did you manage to escape?
-No, never.
-Oh! Oh! Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop! ...
-No, Tridan, no.
-I want to go back to France,
Mom.
-I've explained.
You live here, you grow here,
your home country, is Club Med.
You are the child of Club Med, my love.
-I'm tired all the time changing friends.
-Don't you think it's great to school at home with Mom?
It's sunny here every day, it's a vacation all year round.
-It's not real life. -Real life isn't joy.
One day, you'll understand.
Good night.
-I was the most unhappy
little boys.
And then I met her.
Melancholy theme for piano and violin
...
-Hou... ! Applause
...
-Last lap before the finish line! Go for it!
-Come on.
...
-Yay! -All right!
-Bravo, my darling!
...
-The medal goes to the pretty Violette. Well done, my darling.
...
-I don't want to leave tomorrow.
-I don't want you to go, I don't want you to go.
Here, I've got a little present for you.
-It's magnificent.
Thank you.
I love you, Tridan.
-I love you too.
People are celebrating.
-Tridan, it's getting dark,
we don't even have any money.
-I've thought of everything.
Look, I've been saving all my life, we're rich.
-But, Tridan...
-Shit!
-Tridan! -Tridan!
Violette...!
-Tridan! -Tridan!
-Didier ! Didier !
I searched the kids, not found !
-He can't find them.
-Huh?
Light theme on clarinet
...
-We're here, and we're going to rest here.
You gonna be okay? Do you want to go home? -No, I don't want to leave you.
-It was the best day of my life of my life, but also the worst.
-Tridan!
Violette!
-Hurry up!
Quick, we have to go!
-Tridan! Stay there, don't move!
It's okay, I found them.
Tridan! Violette!
Stay there!
Ah!
Aaah... !
-Daddy! Daddy! No !
-Oh yeah... -Hmm.
It broke my mother's heart, so I decided to stay with her,
and I never left until today.
Here, take a look.
-Your drawing is beautiful.
-(Thank you.)
-You'll find her and you'll happy for the rest of your lives.
Light symphonic theme
...
-Why are they running like that? -They're hurrying for customs.
-Why, is it closing? -Yes, it's closing.
-Shit, shit, shit. -No, no, no, no!
-What time does it close... -Go ahead.
Tridan is out of breath.
-That's it, we're closed!
-Out of 30 booths, 2 are open.
-As usual.
-They're good to stay.
-And there you have it.
-Thank you for staying to check up on us, it's lovely.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-No, sir.
Hello.
Hello. Hello.
No, it's not me.
"T1, yes, I'm all alone.
Hello. -Good morning, sir.
-I have a very large sum of money to change, pesos.
-Yes, which country?
-Well, Mexico.
-Mexico, Chile, Colombia, Cuba, Philippines... there are plenty.
-I didn't know that. -All right, Mexico, come on.
Slide in the tickets,
Sir.
Currency exchange, in euros, I suppose.
-No, in Club Med balls.
He laughs.
That's a lot of balls.
-Come on.
-I was... I was at Club Med.
A lifetime of saving.
-So...
352,817 pesos, in euros, that's 10,267.
-Is that all it takes?
-Small or large denominations? -Which is better?
-Small, there are more.
-I want a lot of small ones.
-That'll be the same amount.
-Big ones, then, it'll take up less space.
You got teeth?
You never smile. There you go.
-Come on.
Tridan laughs.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Still think we're on vacation? -It's freezing, especially the feet.
-Do you need a cab to Paris?
-There's no... ? -No, we don't always put it on.
-Oh, it's beautiful.
It's sublime, all these cars stuck together.
This is my first traffic jam.
And my first time in Paris.
-That's great.
-It's blocked.
Is it like this every day? -Every day.
-You're a lucky man. -Oh, yes, I am.
-Where's your meter? -I don't need a meter.
Charles-de-Gaulle/Paris,
is 250 euros.
-250 euros?! -Yes, it's expensive.
-I can't pay this, I'm coming down. -You're too late.
I can't stop,
it's the highway, sorry. -Crap.
-I'll tell you what. I'll give you a 120 euros if you pay cash,
but you're giving them to me now.
-Yes, 120 in cash, thank you.
-Well, there you go.
-Parisian cabs are nice.
-I love your story.
-It took me years to make up my mind. I hope I'm not too late.
-In love, it's never too late.
But you're not going to show up in flip-flops,
you need real shoes. -But where am I going to find these?
-I know a cheap store.
Shall I take you there? -Yes, you can.
-And there you have it.
Here it is.
I'll wait here, I'll stay in warning.
-See you soon.
Tinkerbell
-Sir, how can can I help you?
-I want to buy you some shoes.
-You" buy shoes.
-No, we're not together.
-(Ah, right.)
-They're pretty.
Oh... um...
Oh! Oh!
Ah...
Ho... hisse!
Ah!
It feels weird. I've never worn closed shoes.
-Ah, that explains it.
-How much do they cost? -A mere 99.90 euros.
It's expensive for you. -No... ah!
Why do they hurt? -The leather has to be made.
It's...
-Ah!
Why do they tighten at the toe while the foot spreads?
-They're not flippers.
If this is your first time wearing shoes,
your feet are the problem.
-Don't you have any sneakers?
-Yes, I have sneakers, of course.
But take them off, you're ruining them them with your...
Sir!
-Yes.
-If you go out, I won't change them! -My cab's gone!
I'll be right back.
...
No, no, don't go. Please don't go.
Please don't leave.
Tridan cries.
-Are you coming up or what?
-Sorry, I can't make it.
I can't catch the bus. -(What a crazy town.)
-No! No!
No! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! See you next year!
Excuse me, is this...
Ah...
Hello, is this...
*Advertisements in the metro
...
Pooh...
Tridan blows.
Ah...
Thanks, I'm not thirsty.
-You stupid bastard! Get lost, asshole!
-But what did I... -You bastard! You bastard!
-But I... -Tourist!
P'tite bite!
-But I have nothing... what... -Go away!
-Good afternoon.
*Sound signals from cell phones
...
Tridan groaned in pain with every step.
...
Bike bell
Light symphonic theme
...
Mysterious theme
...
Keys in the lock
-What kind of lock is that?
Oh, wrong keys!
-Who are you?
-But who are you?
-Do we know each other? -No, we haven't.
-Phew, I thought it was my son.
-Anyway, that's my name on the doorbell: Lagache.
-It's me, Lagache.
-This is my apartment.
-This studio belongs to my father. -To my father, Didier Lagache.
-My father's name is Didier Lagache.
-Oh, how fortuitous.
This is a photo of my father, in front of this building in 1970.
Ah.
(Oh.)
-Ah.
-I thought she was her concierge.
-It's my mother pregnant with me.
-Thank you.
-He put it here and left.
-I'm shocked. -Not as shocked as I am.
Why are you smiling if you're shocked?
-It's a sign from heaven.
-What sign?
-We're brothers. an extraordinary coincidence.
-No, you had the address.
-You're going to help me find my Violet.
-Huh? What, Violette? Help you with what? Why should I help you?
-We're brothers. -Half brothers.
I have enough trouble helping myself. Okay, bye.
-(Oh, you're big.)
You're handsome. We look alike.
-No, and when I see you,
I tell myself it's for the best.
-You had curly hair
when you had hair? -I... I have hair.
Except above. All right, come on.
Come on, let's go.
-(Ah.)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, I haven't finished my glass of water.
He drinks by sucking and swallowing loudly.
...
-Come on.
-What's your name? -Gotta go.
-Louis, right?
-Louis, that's it, yes.
-Louis, mon frérot!
-Did he send you?
-Who's "him"? -The father.
Dad.
He's dead, isn't he?
Well...
-Cheer up, bro, let it out if you need to.
-The one who has to get out of here, is you.
-It's no good keeping it there.
-Take your hand away.
This scumbag my mother and me,
so alive or dead, it makes no difference.
-That's your pain talking. Dad wasn't garbage.
There must be an explanation.
-He got my mother pregnant in '71, then he split.
-71, the year he joined Club Med.
-He worked at Club Med? -Yes, he was.
That's where he met my mother, in '72, in Los Feliz.
I was born there, in Mexico, in '73. My name is Tridan.
-Tridan? Club Med?
-Yes, that's my name, Tridan Lagache.
-He called you Tridan, and then he just took off?
-No, he died a hero in '81.
Without time
to come and see you.
How you must have suffered.
-But you, why did you come back after so many years?
-I said,
I want to find my childhood sweetheart when I was 8, Violette.
-You want to find this girl 40 years later?
-42 years.
-Aren't you afraid? -That she's forgotten me?
-That it had become ugly.
-Who cares about looks? childhood love lasts a lifetime,
engraved there.
-Psss...
-Why are you laughing?
-You're dreaming, old man. -I'm dreaming.
If I don't find her, I'll have dreamed of it.
-Then why didn't you go straight to her place?
-Because there are 3 Violette Charmet in the suburbs and 2 in Paris.
But I need a job
and accommodation.
That's why Mom gave me Dad's keys from here.
-Mmm. -Hum.
-His eldest son is already in it.
Here.
-You could still welcome your little brother.
-Half-brother.
-It takes up less space.
We can squeeze. -Alone, it's already tight.
-Will you show me around?
-Well, that's that.
-Is this the only room? -It's a studio.
And this is my studio.
-It's kind of mine too. -No, it isn't.
-Ah well, yes, half.
-Oh, well, I'll show you the cellar.
-You're going to make me to sleep in the cellar?
-No, but it's a big cellar full of father's stuff,
which are half yours, by the way, I'll show you around.
-You mean now? -Yes.
I'm so sorry.
Hop!
-What do you think you're doing? -Listen to me.
This room is the only proof of love he left us.
I'll keep it.
-But... -But nothing!
I just lost my apartment with my divorce.
-Are you divorced? -The conversation ends there.
Good luck with Violette, goodbye Tridan.
-I don't know where to sleep! -Me neither, if you stay!
I'm in enough trouble as it is.
-What kind of trouble?
-You don't want to know, believe me.
-Yes, I do want to know!
-Sorry, I'm not much of a family guy.
Tridan knocks on the door.
-Louis, open up!
Louis, wait, this is my place too, oh!
A dog barks.
...
Tridan blows.
-He'll relax, your brother.
He needs to digest the news.
And then, for you too, it's a shock.
But for the underground cab,
you have to file a complaint, my friend. -You think so?
-Yes, or he'll go on, the bastard.
-Yes.
-Eat, it's getting cold.
-Thank you.
*-So, this letter?
-It has no testamentary testamentary value.
-He wrote that he was giving the studio to my mother and me.
*-It's a simple letter.
A DNA test will help recover half the value of the property,
but as it stands, Tridan Lagache is the sole owner.
*Now you can try to convince your half-brother
to renounce his inheritance.
-Is that possible?
-Not under duress.
*He or she must complete a of renunciation of succession
*to be validated at the TGI.
-He'll sign if I find this woman for him.
-If you can convince him, all the better.
-I'll pick up the papers tomorrow.
-Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
-No thanks, that's nice.
-(It's not true, but...)
But that's not possible.
Hey, we called the cops!
-Thanks, but you don't have to, goodbye.
-I'm hallucinating... but you're not going to just like that!
-I don't want to press charges.
-I'll be the one
file a complaint!
-What do I care? This is my flight.
-You leave without paying and you're fucking with me?!
-Oh!
I'm sorry. -Not as sorry as I am.
He confused me with a Club Med story, a robbery.
-Everything was stolen. -And you're not pressing charges?
-Yes, I was going to go there.
-Now it's yes.
-But you left without paying.
-Out of habit.
-Better and better. -That's because of Club Med.
I've been there for 50 years.
-A long vacation.
-I was born at the Club.
-His name is Tridan. -Here's the proof.
-Are you filing a complaint?
-Against the cab.
-Not you!
-Let him pay the bill.
-Okay, I'll pay.
-Oh, where did that cash come from?
-It's my savings. -Give it to me.
We'll check it at the station. -These are Mexican pesos.
-Let's go, "Pablo".
-Ah!
-The shoes too, Did you steal them?
-Good evening. Good evening. What's the matter, Louis? -Louis!
-Good evening, Christelle, what did he do?
-Do you know him?
-Yes, he's my brother.
-Are you "the brother"?
-Whatever he did, he didn't do it on purpose. He's special.
-Thank you, my Louis. He defends me, he's my big brother.
-He's not mean.
He's just naive.
A misfit.
An uneducated, simple guy, you know... his face.
-Huh?
Those cops aren't Los Feliz security guards.
Without you, I'd end up in jail, thank you.
-It's only fair. You would have done the same for me.
-Tell me something...
Ah!
Why did you come back for me?
-Hey, hey... why... because I blamed myself.
Family matters.
When you showed up my house like that, I got scared.
I didn't think, I didn't act.
And then I said to myself:
"It's your little brother, he's just arrived in Paris. just arrived in Paris, he's lost.
"Louis, you owe it to yourself
"to do everything possible to help him."
-Can I sleep here then?
-Yes.
-I knew it, it couldn't be any other way! any other way! Thanks, brother.
-There, there.
There's an air mattress in the closet, if it's not flat.
Time to find Violette.
Is that still your priority? -Yes, ah yes.
-Here you go.
Thank you. -Thank you for your time.
-You need to make arrangements for the reunion.
Or find her at night so she won't be disappointed.
-Disappointed about what? -You're not 8 anymore.
Did you see your face? You look like a shar-pei.
-What?
-Here.
-Is that me? -That's you.
-You're obsessed with physical appearance.
-It's today's world, it's social networks.
Do you know this?
-Fruitz? -It's a dating site.
-For fruit and vegetables?
-What an idiot.
This fruit represents the genus
relationship you're looking for.
-The cherry?
-Cherry for a serious relationship. Grape, for a drink.
-Watermelon. -For a booty call.
Fishing for an evening.
-What kind of fruit are you?
-Between watermelon and peach.
It's okay, don't look at me
like I was doing porn.
-For you, love means a peach or a watermelon
on the Internet?
-I'm not going to be flirting in nightclubs at my age.
I'm on Fruitz, all right,
is that ordinary, uninteresting women.
No commitment, no trouble.
-Well, that's sad.
-That's right.
-Fortunately, I have my Violette.
-Have a seat.
Let me assure you, you've had stories
since you were 8?
If nothing's happened in 42 years, I'm afraid for her.
-Of course I've had one-night stands,
but I don't call it
enjoy life.
Your profile pictures,
sorry, but they're badly framed.
-It's all on purpose.
It frames under the forehead to hide my baldness,
it gets me more games.
As soon as I can,
I'm going to Turkey to get my hair done.
-Why do you want to put Turkish hair?
-The surgeons are Turkish, the hair isn't.
It's cheaper in Istanbul.
Do you understand?
-Yes.
-Right. Yeah.
We're going to bed. -Yes, we are.
Light theme on flute
...
Thank you.
...
He flushes the toilet.
...
Louis and Tridan spit.
...
The mattress deflates with a hiss.
...
Blowing and whistling
-What do you think? -We're the same size.
That's a sign too.
-Stop with your signs, it's tiresome.
Don't keep the woman in your life waiting the woman of your life.
-What do I do about the first one? -Bring you closer.
Come on. -Yes.
Oh, I'm alive again!
Thanks, eh?
He opens his car.
-Is this your car?
Too pretty, goes well with your costume.
Oh, my God, candy, you kidnap children?!
-What's wrong with you? It's for my customers, I'm a VTC driver.
-VTC? -Hmm.
It's like a cab but without... the cab there.
-Do you steal from people, too? -No, I make an honest living.
We're going to buy some flowers. come empty-handed.
-It's my empty pockets that worry me.
Give me half the value to get me started again.
-Don't get me wrong, I'm a VTC driver I didn't create the app.
Why don't you go back Club Med with her?
-We could move in at my mother's.
-You're lucky to still have your mother.
-I'll have to call her to reassure her.
I tell him about you,
or not?
-What does it matter? ...
All right, come on down, you'll find your Violette.
-But it's daytime. -So what if it is?
-You told me to see her at night. -Oh, it's okay.
Given her age, she must be seeing things in a blur.
-If Madame will take the trouble.
-Thank you.
-Why are you going back up? -I've got an idea.
Roll.
We test a VIP service, chauffeur and butler at no extra charge.
-Wonderful.
-Welcome aboard, ma'am. -Thank you for your time.
-A sweet? A smile?
-A smile and the route
the fastest.
-You heard the man,
Louis?
Louis, the smile.
Laughter.
-I don't understand your note,
I give you 5 stars.
-We prefer euros.
-5 stars is my rating, Madame has already paid.
-Oh, great!
Thank you, ma'am.
Madame.
The woman laughs.
Have a nice day.
-Thank you too.
-It's beautiful how you look in love.
Enjoy, it will last a lifetime.
I've been in love with the same in love with the same one.
-That's just great. You see it exists.
What's your secret?
-We haven't seen each other for 41 years.
-They love each other as they did on the first day because there was never a second.
-That's the secret.
So, you like Paris ? -Yes.
-And what's your name ?
-Paul.
-And you ? -Tin.
-Where you from ?
-Hangchuy.
-OK. And you ?
-Wubay.
-Roubaix ? Roubaix ?
-Yes. -You are from Roubaix ?
Roubaix, she's from Roubaix. -I heard that.
-It's crazy!
-Roubaix. -Wubay.
-My half-brother is half-chinese. Lou-is.
-Lou-hi.
-What did you say? -I said you're half Chinese.
-Lou-hi!
-Louis. -Louis.
Laughter
-Look, I've gone up to 4 stars
in one morning.
Well, I'm off to see my lawyer for the divorce.
Afterwards, I'll take you
in a typical Parisian restaurant. -It's great.
See you soon.
*Tone
*-Hello? -Er...
*-Tridan, is that you? -Mom, hello?
-I was worried sick.
*-All is well, I wanted to call you, but my phone doesn't work here.
-Are you in your father's apartment?
-Mom... dad had a child before he met you.
*He's 2 years older than me, his name is Louis,
*he lives in the studio.
-My goodness.
*-Mom? -I knew it.
*Your father never dared admit it to me, but I sensed it.
*He never wanted to return to France.
-Wait, I'm in his car, he'll be right back.
Tell him Dad was talking about him, that he wanted to come and see him.
-Why lie now?
-It's important for him, it will do him good. Here he comes now!
*I'm counting on you.
-Ah, that's good.
-He's there and he hears you!
*-Bonjour, Louis, c'est Françoise. -Is this your mother?
-What were you telling me?
*-Ben...
That Didier spoke to me about you, Louis.
*He wanted to come and find you. At least, he talked about it regularly.
*Didier regretted
*to have left without you, so far from France.
-Wait, who's calling? Isn't your mom in Mexico?
*-Hello? -No, no, no, no.
-What time is it there?
-6am, it's already hot.
Louis hangs up. -No!
-I'll give you 5 minutes,
you call Mexico! -To reassure her.
-Don't touch my phone again. -Dad was talking about you.
-So what?
Shit!
-What? -Shit, shit.
- What's going on?
-Quiet! -Who is it?
Louis blows.
It's okay, I was scared, I thought it was Yohan, my son.
-My nephew doesn't look very comfortable.
Is he that violent?
-Yeah, that's... ha...
-I could be a chauffeur,
like you.
-Do you have a driver's license? -Yes, I have it.
I've driven golfettes. -Paris isn't a golf course.
-I could do nights, it's quieter.
-So you can ruin my sedan? It's all I've got left.
-You've got the studio.
We should talk about my other half.
-Violette?
-No, the studio.
-You're doing it again?
-We have the same father.
-You're probably entitled to something but I can't right now.
I already can't
to pay my ex's compensatory allowance.
Here's the studio key. I have a spare.
-Thanks, bro.
-Come on.
-Shall we go to the first Violette's? -I'm gonna get a job first.
I'll see you tonight. -See you then. How about that?
You have to pay, don't you? -Crap.
Let me take you out. -Oh, no, no, no, no.
-Yes, yes.
-Don't walk around with all that cash,
it's dangerous. -Keep it for me.
I don't want to be robbed and I like to trust you.
-You can.
Door closing bell
-Hello everyone, I'm not panhandling!
I would like to ask you
to look at each other, for a few seconds,
and smile at you!
Let's go, let's go, let's go! Come on! Come on! Come on!
It's shy,
but it's not bad.
Here's what we're going to do,
at the next station, we're going to give the banana to everyone who goes up.
And for that,
we applaud them.
Ready to go? Look out, here we come. From they go up, like crazy!
Caution... 3...
2, 1, go!
Applause and shouts
Bravo! Bravo ! ...
Bravo! Bravo, bravo, bravo! Voilà, bravo. ...
Great, great.
...
You see how sometimes, it doesn't take much.
If anyone has a job for me,
let him speak now, or forever hold his peace.
Never mind, that's for another time.
Thank you,
have a nice day!
-Excuse me?
-Yes? -What kind of business are you looking for?
-Anything, a human contact thing.
-I need a dynamic dynamic with chat.
-That's me.
-Julien. -Tridan.
-Pleased to meet you.
Light theme on clarinet
...
Doorbell
-Yes? -Good evening.
-Who is it, darling?
-I don't know yet, I don't know him.
-Ah, you're married?
-Er... yes.
-Ah, shit.
-You have your own of flirting. Marc!
-No, I left you a message, I'm looking for Violette Charmet.
-This is me, what do you want from me?
-You were at Club Med as a child, in Mexico, with Tridan Lagache?
A door slams. -I've never been to Club Med.
I don't fly, I'm afraid.
-Sorry to have disturbed you.
Excuse me, goodbye.
Light theme on clarinet
...
He rings the intercom.
Male voice: *-Yes?
-Good evening sir, it's late, but I need to speak to Violette Charmet.
It's very urgent.
*-Violette is dead, sir.
-(What?)
*-My wife was 11 years ago.
-Sorry, we're talking about by Violette Charmet
who went to Club Med 40 years ago? *-Yes, but that's a long time ago.
*Why? -No, no, nothing.
I'm sorry for your loss. *-Good evening, sir.
-Good evening, sir.
(Shit.)
...
-Oh, my, my... God, what the hell what happened to you?
Oh...
Hush, hush, oh, gently, gently, gently.
Oh, you're all dirty, all dirty. Come on, I'll take care of you, come on, I'll take care of you.
How are you?
I got a job in a restaurant. -Already? Great, that was fast.
I'm happy for you.
Say, I've got to tell you something that's not easy to say.
-Yes?
Louis sighs.
What's that?
But it's disgusting!
It stinks too!
-The smell is the gutter. He's paralyzed, poor guy.
I look after him, he has cracks on his paws. Do you have any Mercurochrome?
-No, get that shit out of here, in Paris, it's rats!
-A rat has no wings.
-How can you touch that shit?
-I don't see a turd, but a pigeon in pain.
As soon as it can fly,
I let him go, but now he doesn't dare, he must have hit a window.
-You don't know that.
-But take a look.
He has a stiff neck and no longer coos.
A pigeon that coos more, is a pigeon in pain.
Come on, put your head back on straight.
What did you want to tell me that wasn't easy to say?
-It's about Violette. -It is?
-Leave it to me, I'll find her, your Violette.
I'm from Paris, so it'll be quicker. -Would you do that for me?
-That way, you can concentrate on your job and your pigeon.
-You're my half-brother, but the other half is my friend.
-As I was saying to your saleswoman, I know it's second-hand,
but I hadn't seen that.
I want the same, but less damaged.
These are one-of-a-kind pieces, I can't take them back.
If everyone does what you do...
-I don't give a damn about the others! Honk.
How do we do it, then? -Céline, pay the lady back.
-Are you all right, my Roxane?
-Well...
I couldn't believe it.
-Hello, are there three of you?
-Yes, for lunch.
-Shit, we're full, but we'll manage.
This is our best table.
The Serbian President has booked it for 1pm,
too bad, I'll stick it near the toilet.
Please do. Here, I'll come back for the order.
We have to finish everything.
Laughter
I've got another one.
-We need to have lunch, then work.
-Ah yes, here it is.
I forgot the order.
-Oh, no, you don't. -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-I'll take care of it. -Thank you very much.
-Let me know.
-But not at all...
-Yes, you do. -She's 10 years old.
-It's an old photo.
It's not the child you have to look like. look like, it's her grown-up.
-Do you have a picture of her as an adult?
-No, thankfully not.
It would be impossible for you to look like her as an adult,
you have to look like her her as a child.
You have to look like, as an adult, like her as a child.
-You lost me there.
-He loves her madly.
But Tridan never saw her as an adult.
-But how can you can love so much
someone you've never met as an adult?
-Don't argue, just do me a favor, please, Roxane.
-But you've got a nerve, you don't give me any news news for weeks,
you drop in like a flower, and you ask me something crazy.
Why me in the first place?
-Because you've gone from from grape to watermelon on Fruitz.
You said you dreamt of sleeping with two men.
-Well, I was lonely.
I was wrong.
I was wrong to write that because...
A fantasy should remain a fantasy.
-Wait, but I need you.
I screwed up my marriage because of you.
-Come on, it's not my fault that your wife burned you on Fruitz.
-My ex-wife, my ex-apartment, my ex-job,
and soon my ex-studio if you don't help me.
It won't take long.
You don't have to sleep with him if you think it's weird.
-Coming from you, yes, I find it "weird".
-Well, you stop first.
For starters, your name is Violette.
-OK, Violette.
-Roxane?
-What?
-No, your name is Violette!
-Yeah, okay, sorry. Relax, honey.
-I'm in too much trouble to relax.
-Are you still Louis?
-Obviously, you're stupid or what?
-Oh, I'm just kidding.
You don't have a picture
of adult Violet,
but do you have a picture of your brother?
-Here we are. -Han...
He's ugly. -He is beautiful.
-It's ugly. -It's the selfie that's ugly.
-(I like you better than your half-brother.) -Darling, no.
Stay focused. Roxane?
-What? -No, damn it!
-Oh, sorry, yes, OK, Violette.
It takes some getting used to
to my new identity.
It's like being in a spy movie,
I love it, it's exciting.
Latino accent: "I'm so happy."
-What's with the accent?
-I found the love of my life, Freedent."
-Tridan, "Freedent" is a toothpaste.
-Chewing gum.
-Ah yes, gum.
Oh, it'll never work. -Yes, it will.
You have to admit, it's not a common name, as a first name.
"Tridan, my love."
-What she needs is a simple, straightforward Violette.
You're still in love with him, but you don't want to cheat on your husband.
-All I have to do is tell her that I don't I don't love him anymore, and that's that.
-It'll break his heart.
I just want him to come home. -Okay, I don't want to cheat on my husband.
-Nor abandon your 14-year-old daughter, Prune.
-Oh no, I'm totally confused. Prune, 14, Violette, Tridan.
I can't say Lucas, 21,
like my son?
-No!
A dependent minor prevents you
to give up everything for him.
-OK, got it. When do I I meet the ugly one?
-Don't call him that.
Tomorrow night. -Already?!
-Faster you see it,
the faster it goes away.
Good afternoon, madame. -Good day to you.
-I have to take my subway. -It's over there.
-Until tonight. -Until tonight.
He opens the car.
Ah! Ah, my darling!
-Leave him be, he's starting his day!
-Shut the fuck up! -Oh!
-I'm doing fine.
-You don't look it, no.
Get off him! -Get off, you!
-Yohan,
are you crazy?!
It was your uncle who hit you.
-Mom hasn't received anything!
-I work early to give him everything.
-You owe him 3 months
random benefits. -Compensatory, my dear.
-It's all the same. -Don't interfere in our stories.
What... no, no!
I'll pay.
-Well, there you go. -That's not mine.
-No, it's Mom's. -Give me back that money!
It's your uncle's! -Mom's!
-Tridan, are you okay, Tridan? Tridan, hey, oh?!
-Ah... I guess he didn't grade you right. -But he wasn't a customer.
It was Yohan.
-Really?
-As a child, he was a lamb. -It's hard to imagine him small.
-Here.
-He was cute.
-Money for his mother became his only motivation.
That's why I don't have one anymore.
As a kid, I should have enrolled her in not self-defense.
-He needs to see
a child psychiatrist. -At 20, it's too late.
I never said no, this is the result.
-I've got to get to work, I'm late for my second day. late for my second day.
-And I, for one, am going to find your Violette.
-How did it go?
-It was delicious, thank you. -I loved the special of the day.
-This is the one from last Tuesday, we almost threw it away.
Thank goodness you've arrived.
Anything else? -No, I'm afraid not.
-A stale dessert? Cold coffee?
-I'll be fine, thanks.
-Thank you then, goodbye.
-Thank you, goodbye.
-Well, here we go.
-How are you, Tridan?
-Parisians are adorable,
when they're hungry and want a table.
-What table is this? -The big one at the front, 44.
-Did they settle?
-Han! I forgot again.
-No way, Tridan, Tridan!
Tridan, shit! -Han, shit!
They'll be back. -Yeah, they'll be back.
They'll be back.
Well, er...
Listen Tridan, there...
You're unique, you're funny,
you set a great mood,
but you're letting too many without paying.
You see.., I can't keep you.
-What? I'll be careful, I promise.
Julien sighs.
-Stop that.
There, there, there, that's him, there.
-It looks like nothing. -Take a good look at him.
You'll have to admit it.
Get down, get down.
-You have to know, do I duck or do I stare?
-Shut up!
-It's exciting to be hidden away doesn't it make you want to?
-Hush!
-Oh yes, stop me from breathing like that, I love it!
-Ouch! You're infernal, oh!
Hush!
-That's why we matched, my darling.
-Shall we go, Roxane?
-Yes, here we go.
-Fuck!
-Yes, let's go, Violette.
-Yeah, well, don't get it wrong,
please. -Don't worry.
-Yes, I'm worried.
Someone enters.
You okay, bro?
-Well. -I've got great news for you.
-Huh?
-Look who I found.
Dreamlike theme for piano and violin
...
-Oh, my Freedent. -No...
-Oh, my Strid... man... Trimaran...
Oh, it's got "tri" in it, but... it's been so long!
-Tridan. -Oh, Tridan! Yes, sorry.
It's a thrill to see him again.
-Oh, Violette...
Oh, hold still.
Phew...
No, we never forget
the very first love,
sublime first love.
the one that lasts forever.
...
Your name, Violette, is engraved in my mind,
the world has changed,
our love remained.
Your heart
and then, my heart.
Your heart against my heart.
Roxane laughs. -Shhh...
-Make a heart
back in the spotlight.
Meeting you in person
is a waking dream.
Time has flown, our love...
remained.
...
Tridan groaned.
Oh! Oh!
Violette... Violet...
Mm... mm...
...
-Hum! Hum!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Hum!
-Oh, oh, oh...
Oh, Louis, thank you.
Oh, thank you, Louis, for bringing us together.
-(No, but... stop.) -(Come on... uh!)
-No, no, no. -No, no, no. Come on.
-No, what are you...
How about a drink to celebrate this magical moment?
-Let's get drunk on love the three of us.
I've got a crazy idea.
The three of us could... -Go for a walk in Paris!
Good idea, Roxane.
Er... Violette.
I meant, I meant Violette.
-Who is this Roxane?
-Well, she's my mother. My mother's middle name.
Take a walk, lovers. Catch up on lost time.
Here you go.
You want my car?
-No, I'm more of a golf girl. Give me some of my cash here.
-Ah yes, your cash... I deposited it deposited it in the bank. Just to be safe.
-All my cash? -Yes, this afternoon.
-Oh, shit, I need it now.
-Well, you...
You're going to the brasserie, at Christelle's,
if it's missing, you say I'll pay tomorrow.
-After what happened, no... -Call me if there's any trouble.
(Come on, I'll leave the studio to you, I'll go to work).
-(I don't know if the first night...)
-(That's all she's been waiting for.)
-(Yes, no, no, but...)
Thank you.
Louis blows.
-So, 7.70 euros, please.
-Good evening, Christelle.
-What's up?
-It was my brother, Louis, who suggested to come back for a drink.
Can we sit on the terrace? -No, we can't.
I'd rather not.
-I know you're not my childhood sweetheart.
-What's different? -You're different.
I've always idealized you,
we've changed, we've become adults. -Oh yes, that.
Yes, of course.
-I'd like us to take the time to rediscover ourselves,
to let our childlike souls to awaken our childlike souls.
-That's a beautiful thing to say.
-Ah?
-It makes you terribly sexy, desirable.
-Han... oh...
-Keep talking, it's exciting.
-Yes...
What was I saying?
Our childlike souls.
-Have you made your choice?
-No, we're in the menu now! -OK, take your time.
You call me, I'm in the back, watching.
-Violette.
-I'm destabilizing you. The more you you refuse, the more I'll want you.
-Well, shit, things move fast in this town.
-Don't you want to too?
-Ah yes, yes, of course, but...
don't you want us to wait a while, miss each other,
that we desire each other, that we hope, finally, to dream
each other?
You're not listening to me.
-I love your mouth.
How it moves when you talk.
-Oh, Violette... wait... Violette.
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
everything that's happened in your life since the drama of your departure.
-Oh, departure drama, aren't you overreacting a little?
-My father's fall... -He fell, so what?
-Well, he's dead.
-Oh, fuck.
Oh, sorry, I...
I forgot.
-Huh?
A post-traumatic reaction.
That's what the pediatricians said a total blackout.
-Yes, I understand.
We were too young to be responsible, my mother said.
-Oh yeah, your mom's right.
It didn't fall,
her too? -Well, no.
-Oh no, but I was afraid I'd forgotten too.
And uh...
How about today? Wouldn't that be more cheerful?
-Yes, you're right.
What do you do for a living?
-So, I have a fashion boutique for hipsters.
I sell vintage clothing
to save the planet.
-And does it work?
-Well, sales, yes.
The... the planet, not so much.
-Are you married?
-Yes.
-Huh? -Well...
No, but yes. Yes, and more.
-I don't have the info right now.
-I'm happily remarried.
Here we are.
But I was alone for a long time.
Terribly alone, and anonymous in this big city, and...
And the more time goes by, the more...
And the more it scares me.
-Why worry about being alone if you're happily remarried?
-Because we no longer think in pairs
and we all become
self-centered and selfish.
-Mmm. -Hum.
And deep down, even as a couple, we're all alone.
-Just like my brother,
he doesn't think about others, he's all alone, poor guy.
With its website for sex,
his collection of one-night stands with no tomorrow.
-Oh, yeah? Does your brother Louis collect?
-That's all he does, the watermelon peach, that ordinary women
of no interest.
"No commitment, no shit", he says.
-He's pathetic.
-No, don't say that.
He has a complicated ex-wife, a violent son.
He's afraid of commitment, he no longer dares.
Do you have any children?
-Yes, I have Prune, 14.
Well... no, I have a son.
21 years old, Lucas.
He studied Fine Arts in Bordeaux.
Tridan, I'm not married.
I was afraid of our reunion, but I'm totally free.
And you're married, any kids?
-No, I have no children and I don't have anyone.
-Yes, you do.
-Haven't I always?
Romantic piano theme
...
-Will you walk me back to my place?
...
-Tridan Lagache!
-Shit, I forgot forgot to pay again.
...
I was going to come back. -Yes, of course you were.
...
-Thank you.
Did you see how naive and clueless he is?
You must have been really bored, poor thing.
-No, it's special, but different.
-Yes, and very unsuitable. Totally a ball and chain.
Cheers.
-No, it was divine.
He's soothing, a good listener and a beautiful smile.
-Wait, wait, do you like it?
You haven't made love?
No, I don't want to know.
-Why do you ask? -I don't know, I just don't care.
-Are you jealous? -No, this isn't jealousy.
That's incomprehension. He doesn't.
-No, we haven't...
Make love.
This is the first time
that I don't have sex on the first night, and it does me a lot of good.
We shouldn't rush things,
we'd risk ruining everything, it would be less romantic.
-Roxane?
-No, Violette.
-Ah... ah yes, ah OK.
Ah, you got me there!
I love it when you make fun of me, like that.
So you convinced him to go back to the Mexicans?
-Oh no, it didn't come up in the conversation.
-Why didn't it come?!
It was the only thing to bring up in conversation!
-Why are you so upset?
-No, I'm not,
It's for you, you'll have to see it again.
It bothers me
to force your hand like this.
You have to go back. I'm asking too much, damn it.
-What are you doing?
-I'm going to work. Good night.
-Louis, how are you?
Oh, you've been working all night.
Would you like something to eat before you go to bed?
See? I tidied up, I cleaned up.
...
Louis regurgitates.
...
-What's that?
Where's the pigeon? Is it him? -No, it's not.
Here it is.
Take a look.
At the window, he's better. It's scrambled scrambled eggs, you see.
-It's not obvious.
-I've never cooked before in my life. I wanted to make you happy, bro.
Thank you. Violette is...
Wonderful.
Intelligent, beautiful, funny, sensitive, touching.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
-Stop it with your stupid thanks!
Stop being so nice all the time, it's unbearable!
-Sorry, I'm sorry...
-Stop asking forgiveness! You eat your pigeon and shut up!
-Oh, my, that looks like your son.
-Shut the fuck up!
-You should re-engage with...
-Shut the fuck up!
-I...
I just want to take your mind, that's all.
Next week,
I'm going to visit Paris
with Violette.
I love the idea of discovering
the city of lovers
through his eyes, his sensitivity, his tastes, his...
What's wrong?
-No, that's not right, no.
I'm going to bed.
-Louis?
Brake application
Jazzy theme: "Baby I'm a Fool" by Melody Gardot.
...
-All the time I felt you gave your heart...
She taps at the window.
...
Tell the truth,
I think I should have seen it coming from a mile away.
when the words you say are...
Baby, I'm a fool who thinks it's cool to fall in love.
-I'll take back my presents if you don't stop looking at yourself.
-I'm not used to it, it's beautiful, Violette, thank you.
-Sure, it must feel weird dressed up.
-Thanks, that's nice.
-I'm fascinated by the love affair.
Still, my heart will benefit from a little tenderness from time to time.
But never mind, cause, baby, I'm a fool who thinks it's cool
to fall... in love.
...
-Here, from here.
-I'm so sorry, I've lived so far away from all that.
You must think I'm a real jerk. -No, not at all, there are no rules.
Everyone sees with their own eyes, their own sensitivity.
Above all, it's never never too late.
-That I know.
-Yes? -Yes, it's a puzzle.
I swear.
He finished his puzzle, not me.
-Look me in the eye and tell me
love is never based upon insanity.
Even when my heart is beating...
*Alarm
-What have I done? -(Touching is forbidden.)
...
-Kiss me now, don't ask me how,
cause...
Baby, I'm a fool who thinks it's cool to fall...
And I would never tell if you became a fool and fell in...
love...
...
-It's beautiful, thank you.
-Thank you.
I was born in Paris, and I've never been on a taken the bateau-mouche in my life.
-Is it not? -Yes, yes.
-But it's grandiose.
I was beginning to think that Paris was just a hostile city.
In fact, not at all.
A car honks its horn.
The tires squeal.
-Ooh, there!
-Clear the taxiway!
Shitty VTC! -Are you crazy?!
Bastard!
-What's the matter?
-It's nothing, ma'am, have a sweet.
Brake application
*-Mr. Marni is a pignouf.
A phone vibrates.
*He offended me in front of my classmates
*declaring that I'd never had an ounce an ounce of talent.
*-You're a kid.
*-You are in the mailbox...
-Fucking...
Come on.
-Um... -No... it's the same one.
-Yours is better.
-What's wrong?
-People who get on the bus, we'll never see them again.
-We don't care, we don't know them.
-I know... I'm sorry,
I can't control myself.
When I was little... That's it, he's leaving.
-Wait, come on!
Hurry up! Let's go!
Stop. Open up! Open up! Open up, please.
Thank you.
-We're going with you, it's great!
We'll take the bus with you.
Thank you, Violette.
-Oh, shit! We haven't paid for our ice cream.
Romantic piano theme
...
-Another great day spent together.
-I'm good with you.
It must have been a while
you haven't made love.
Am I wrong?
-Yes, yes, it's been a long time, yes.
-Don't you want to come up? I want you to.
You don't have to, but... come on, let's go upstairs.
-Violette, I don't know, I'm scared.
I'm so used to it that it only lasts 8 days.
-We've waited all our lives, we can wait a little longer.
-Good night, guys. -Good night.
*-...after the sound signal. ...
-Roxane, call me back, please.
-Hey, what are we doing here?
-Sorry, I was lost in I forgot all about you.
-Where the hell are we?!
-Back home, you were my last race.
-You didn't drop me off at the address I entered!
-I apologize.
I'm canceling the race, you pay nothing.
How's that? -Well done!
I'll give you 0 stars.
-It's at least 1 star. -Well, 1 then!
-I couldn't care less. -Poor guy.
-Hi, there.
Ah...
He cracks his fingers.
-Can you stop smiling? It's stressing me out.
-I spent the most extraordinary of my life.
-Don't tell me, I don't want to know.
Did she take you to the hotel?
-No, at her place.
-Her place? -Hmm.
-And her husband?
-She is divorced.
-Oh, the whore.
What a big whore!
-Louis... -And...
What about his 14-year-old kid, Prune?!
-She has a son
21-year-old Lucas, who lives in Bordeaux.
-What a big bitch!
-Louis, just because things are going badly with your ex,
that all divorced women are whores.
-Yes, it is!
-Louis, Louis, stop.
You're hurting yourself by insulting women and playing the misogynist.
It's ugly, pull yourself together, that's your pain talking.
-Oh yes, it hurts, so much.
-I'm happy, finally, as a couple, thanks to you.
It's a shame to spoil it by insulting my Violette.
-Of course, sorry.
-Isn't that coffee? -It's vodka.
-At 8 a.m.? -Yes, good.
For me, it's evening, I haven't slept all night.
-You know what you should do?
-Throw me out the window? -You should find
your childhood sweetheart.
I can help you too, I owe you that much.
What was her name?
-I don't feel like it.
-(Stop, stop.)
Oh, brother.
Louis cries.
It's all right. It's all right. -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-(Come on, come on.)
-I love the color, but it's really too big.
And if not...
Don't you have anything more fitted? -No, this is all we have.
What's more, there are only men's coats left.
-Hello, my love.
-What are you doing here?
-I hesitated with the candy in the car.
-Thank you.
-I'm a shit, Roxane. -No, Louis, don't say that.
-It was a stupid idea, we're going to stop everything, my darling.
Are you relieved? -No, I'm not relieved.
I'm busy right now, I'm working.
-How does it tie, this dress?
-It's very ugly, it doesn't suit you.
-Louis, shit!
-She listens to us.
-That's no reason Sorry, ma'am, coming through.
Never mind. -I filled the tank.
We're off to the sea.
-Please go away.
Go away.
-I love you.
I'll let
my studio in Tridan, we're restarting a great love story.
You're the woman of my life, my childhood sweetheart.
-But Louis, we met met on Fruitz!
The app for your booty calls with your ordinary women
and uninteresting.
-You want revenge, that's normal.
I deserve it, go ahead, let off steam.
-Revenge for what?
I'm in love with your brother. -To others!
-He's lost, maladjusted,
and he makes me laugh.
The opposite of you.
-You love it because it's the beginning.
In 6 months, you leave it, you destroy it,
and you come crying to me.
-I doubt it. And a priori, you won't have a place of your own.
-(Bitch.)
-Get lost!
-I'm so sorry.
-I don't want to see you anymore! -No, you don't.
-Never!
We enter.
...
-You're not working,
today?
-You either?
-No.
-I have a surprise for you.
-I hate surprises.
-Come on.
I'd like your opinion on Violette.
Things are getting serious with her.
-I don't feel her at all. -You don't know her.
-You don't know her either.
-Hello, Christelle. -Hello, Christelle.
-Good afternoon.
No need to go
to the restaurant for an opinion on...
-I'm fine,
my love?
Thanks to you both, I live
the most beautiful moments of my life.
You'll love it.
-Hello, Louis.
-Hello... Violette.
-Can we have a 3rd cover?
-Thank you. -Thank you for your time.
-Thank you, Christelle.
-Here we are.
-Thank you.
-Violette runs an eco-responsible boutique.
-Above all, I'm living the most romantic of love stories.
-What luck.
-We get along so well, we're such accomplices.
-I envy you so much.
-I'd never felt like that before.
-I'd never been made love like that.
-Oh, Violette.
-Leave it, I'm interested.
-When souls and bodies are aligned like this, it's...
It becomes magical.
-Stop, I'm all alone.
I can see your tongues turning, it's disgusting.
-I was so unhappy before.
I had one mediocre sex stories.
-Like you, Louis.
-It's better than being like a big, naive idiot.
-Huh?
Who are you talking about? -You.
About me, about men in general.
-Tridan is naive,
but the wonderful thing about it is its simplicity,
his humility, his love of others.
-Oh...
It's cute, it looks like he's dead.
-But smile a little.
If I look like a shar-pei,
you look like an old cocker spaniel.
Come on, poet, poet.
Smile, there.
-I suggest
a toast.
On the sunny side of my Tridan
that illuminates the world. -Illuminates the world.
It's pathetic.
-No need to
to be cynical and jealous.
-You should meet someone like Violette.
Although it's going to be difficult because Violette is one of a kind.
-Sorry, but I...
I'd like Violette to tell us a little about Club Med,
when you were kids.
With details, eh, Violette?
Where was it? When was it? How was it?
Describe the place to me so I can get a clear idea.
-I'd rather not talk about it because we've been through a terrible tragedy.
-We're not gonna talk about you're depressed enough.
Let's talk about the future.
Come on, I wanted Louis' opinion, but I can't wait any longer.
My Violet.
Will you please become my wife?
-What's with the ring?
-I made it.
-Mini-club?
-Yes, at the mini-club, when we were kids.
I've kept it all these years.
-Yes.
Customers applaud.
...
-Oh, thank you, thank you.
I'll get some champagne.
Christelle?
-You're getting married under a false identity?
-I'll tell him everything when the time comes.
-Isn't she great?
-Oh yes, great.
-I'll take a few things, I'll come and get it.
the rest later.
I'm giving you back the keys.
Shall we?
To my new life with my Violette.
Thank you, my Louis.
-Ah... well, Tridan,
bro, I have to confess a confession.
-I know.
-You know it? -Yes, I know.
Sorry, but it had my name on it, my passport, I took the papers.
Your name is not officially Lagache, your father didn't recognize you.
-He didn't have time.
-I can't renounce the inheritance as it is written,
but I'm willing to share the sale.
-You're selling my apartment?
-Our apartment
I don't have to share. -Yes, please.
-You don't have to thank me, you found me Violette.
Go to the bank
get my cash back.
-I don't have it anymore.
-What?
-When Yohan attacked me, he stole it.
-But that's not possible, this kid, you have to reason with him!
I'm going to talk to her. -I don't think that's a good idea.
-Aren't I her uncle? -Yes, you are.
-Come on, let's go, come on.
Would you please? Thank you for your time.
-Waiting for you here, ready to start just in case.
-I'm afraid I don't recognize him.
-I'm afraid that he'll recognize you.
-Pouh, come on.
...
-He's in the ring.
...
-The big guy with the tattoo? Wasn't he shorter?
-Don't bother him at work.
-I'll sort it out later.
-Louis!
What the hell are you doing here? -Hello, Valerie.
Tridan, my half-brother, Yohan's uncle.
Valerie, my ex. -Nice to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you and my nephew, and not all of it good.
You've mistakenly taken back all my savings.
-Yohan!
-Why bother him for so little? He's working.
-Let's take this opportunity to make up. -Did you see his face?
-Why are you coming to bother Mom?
-You shouldn't interfere. -Shut the fuck up!
-Oh no!
Not my sedan!
-Pay your debts!
-What's that? You're breaking my work tool!
-I don't give a fuck!
-I miss when you were little.
Oh... oh... oh... !
-Yohan, take it easy.
-Listen to Mum
and put dad down!
-Ah... !
-He's sick!
-That's right, honey.
Louis groaned.
-Will you stop behaving like a little shit?!
I was 8 years old when I lost my father.
What will you have as a souvenir when he's gone?
Huh?!
-Sorry.
-Look down! Get away from me!
You have one week to pay me back.
-Ouch! -Watch out, your father!
How are you?
-No, I can't breathe, my chest hurts pain in my chest and left arm.
-I'll call the fire department.
-No, the cops are coming. I have more insurance. Take me to the hospital.
-At the hospital, okay, come on. -Easy, easy, easy.
-Quick, quick, quick.
-My mirrors, pick up my mirrors.
-Yes, I pick them up.
Louis groaned.
-Do you have my mirrors? -Yes, I do.
-Both of them? -Yes.
Hanging
-What the hell are you doing?!
-What the hell?!
-It doesn't turn like a Golfette.
-We're just making an observation!
-He's more confident!
-My sedan!
-Yes, that's it, that's it, that's it.
-Oh no! ...
Shit, my sedan!
-Didn't see you, the mirrors are here!
Stand back!
We're going to the hospital!
-My sedan, go slowly.
-I have to find the emergency room.
-Aaah... !
Ah!
Look out, my sedan, damn it!
-Are you all right? -Why don't you call the police?
-No, no, it's okay.
-Steady, steady! -It's blocked.
-No, don't go that way!
-Pass. -No!
No way! -It does!
The door!
It's gone. -My car!
-This way, it rolls.
-This isn't a road! -Get out of the way!
-Aaah... ! -Oh... !
Oh no, my sedan!
Horn
Ah, you're driving the wrong way!
-Hold on tight!
Step aside!
-Red light!
-Aaah... ! -Ah... !
The truck honks.
Tragic musical theme
...
-Excuse me, sir, Louis and Tridan Lagache.
-Yes, room 17. Over there.
-Oh, that's nice, this little pump here, eh?
-Louis, take it easy, it's morphine.
-Yes, it's very relaxing.
We'll take her home, the little pump, huh?
-Who are you talking to?
-Well...
Yes, my pigeon, so am I.
Someone enters.
Oh, look who it is!
-I was so scared when I heard. -My love.
-What about me? Ooh... ooh... -I was scared too.
-How's Violette doing?
-I thought I was going to die.
It's not my life, but your face that I saw last.
-Me, it's my banker's of my banker.
-It's not funny,
you almost killed him!
-He was driving! -It's my fault, Violette.
-Her name isn't Violette.
-(Stop it, Louis.) -(Stop, Louis.) What?
It's better to tell the truth, isn't it? It relieves, like morphine.
-(Shut up.)
-Ro... xane!
You don't have to put on the red... Her name isn't Violette.
I met her
on Fruitz. What's up?
She's a watermelon named Roxane. What's her name?
-(I'm sorry, Tridan.)
-(Tell me it's not true.) -(I'm sorry.
(Sorry.)
-(Violet...
(Isn't that you?)
-(Please forgive me.)
-(Go away.)
-Please. -Please go.
-Hey, oh,
It's okay, I didn't kill anyone.
You agreed!
Louis laughs.
Roxane...
Ah... ah...
Tridan?
Violette, the real one, has been this world for 11 years.
I'm sorry, Tridan.
I asked Roxane to replace her.
Oh, are you listening?
Han! Wait, wait, wait.
Just a moment.
Huh? Oh, Yohan...
Yohan cries.
Light theme on clarinet
...
Tridan rings the doorbell.
...
Intercom
*-Second, right.
...
I can't put the groceries away, Dad, I'm going to get Leo.
-I'll manage.
-Where are the groceries?
-I'm not a delivery boy.
I've come to present
my condolences for Violette Charmet.
-Well, my mother died more than 10 years ago.
-Your mother? I don't understand, how old... what was her name?
-Violette Marie Charmet.
She was 69 years old.
But my name is also Violette, hence the confusion.
This is my father's place.
-(Violet...)
-Yes.
-You have the same first name as your mother, I didn't know.
I've come from Club Med to see you.
It took me a while to get here from Mexico, 42 years.
I... well, it's... you'll understand.
It's... it's our drawing.
The one we made
when we were kids, at the Club.
It's me, it's Tridan.
-Tridan?
-Yes, here I am.
Intercom
*-Carrefour City. -Second floor, right.
I remember the drama,
the village chief. -My father.
Didier Lagache. -Oh, my God.
I couldn't remember that he was your father.
-It's magnificent,
I kept it...
-Right this way. -Pardon, monsieur.
-What are you doing here?
-I... I just wanted to...
-Goodbye. -Goodbye, dear.
-Is it the races?
-Yes, Dad, I'll put them away
later.
-Can I say hello to your dad?
-He wouldn't recognize you.
Well, I've got to go now.
I'm going to get my son.
-Do you have a son?
Are you married?
-Divorced.
-You want me to give it to you?
-I'm not sure what I'd do with it. Keep it, you seem to want it.
-We wrote that we loved each other for life.
-I mean, Tristan, we were what? 7, 8 years old.
-It's "Tridan". It doesn't matter. You're right, I'm an idiot.
-Let's meet another time.
Or have a drink, okay?
Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Violette.
He strums a few notes.
...
A knock on the door.
-Louis, it's me, it's Tridan.
-What do you want? -To give you this. I signed for it.
You were right, it's always been your studio.
The pigeon coos.
...
-(Come on down.)
It's not much, but it's mine.
-Thanks, bro.
He rings the intercom.
Female voice: *-Yes?
-We didn't know each other, but we knew it was you and me,
we never knew each other, but we recognized each other.
Our love is the most beautiful, the warmest, the highest,
but I'm downstairs, downstairs from you, without you,
so if you want me again, Roxane...
Open the door...
*-Pardon, but Roxane Ronsard, is the button
*d'à-côté, monsieur.
Thanks for the song.
(Be happy.)
-(Thank you.)
-(What did she want?)
-May we be happy.
Romantic theme for piano and violin
...