Gentlemen, do you need any information?
Captain Marchand, financial brigade.
Go ahead.
What are you doing? What do you want?
You are both in custody.
This is a search.
You will follow us.
Good morning, sir. You can come.
I worked 12 years for Mr. And Mrs. Farrère.
I arrived through a specialized agency.
And there I was asked a question about cooking asparagus.
I knew how to answer.
20 minutes at a simmer.
Sir appreciated that I came from Provence, that I had done military service...
"You are a man of the land," he told me.
I had never known that.
As soon as a lamp was broken, it had to be repaired, but in England.
I thought I wouldn’t last three days in a place like that.
You say that and then you stay.
What are these flowers again?
Lilies.
Always gloomy, these bouquets.
This is the menu for tonight.
Mr. Chirac loves calf's head.
Good morning, Jérôme.
Good morning, madam, how are you this morning?
Like yesterday.
And like tomorrow, I fear.
Still your migraine?
Among other things. One pain drives out another.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Jérôme.
Jérôme, with this bouquet I can’t see Guy, if you could remove all that.
It feels like Honolulu airport.
- Did you sleep well? - Yes.
You’re not upset with me for organizing this ridiculous dinner?
Not at all, and besides it's not just a waste of time.
The minister was delighted to sit on your right.
We are obliged to invite them at least once,
if only out of courtesy.
Pierre had perfectly cooked the beef stew.
That’s true.
Everyone was delighted.
But can we rely on him?
Jérôme, is it the same tea as usual?
Yes, madam.
Are you sure? I don’t want to have heartburn.
It’s exactly the same.
Madam, the agenda.
At 10, your physiotherapist.
11, Mr. De Véret.
At noon, board meeting.
1:15 p.m., lunch in the company cafeteria with Mrs. Jean-Marc.
2:30 p.m., meeting with Doctors of the World.
3:30 p.m., return here for this interview with the magazine Selfish.
And 4 p.m., photo session.
What is this Selfish?
It’s a magazine. Didn’t you forget?
Frédérique cares about it. For your image.
I have no image.
She thinks it’s a good thing.
If I had to do good deeds, I would have become a nurse.
What is needed, I think,
is to release new product lines every year.
To constantly renew ourselves according to
the market studies we conduct on fashions and trends.
We do not follow trends, we set them.
We must ensure that, from the outside,
the brand does not give the impression of resting on its laurels,
without reinventing itself, without questioning itself.
Thank you, Jean-Marc.
But beyond these good intentions,
I am not in favor of some of these new products.
Our customers know what they buy from us.
And if we promote 100 new cosmetics per year,
what happens to our classics?
People will think we are moving forward without a compass.
At the mercy of the wind.
You cannot enter the 21st century with 20th-century recipes.
My father used to say he preferred to carry out 100 quality checks for one product,
rather than have 100 new ones checked only once.
Luxury and beauty are our criteria.
And it is a solid tradition.
But we must conquer new territories.
We must have a more aggressive development policy.
Yes, there is the Middle East.
All those emir’s wives made up
like Sicilian carts and hidden under a veil.
My father also said one should not constantly consult other shareholders.
It is a matter of trust, of course,
but it must be shared.
You remain the captain at the head of the fleet.
Absolutely. The investments I made this year
for the company will be your profits tomorrow.
You want to do business, we will do business.
Michelle, could you prepare a bag with the new products for me?
- Yes, madam, it’s already ready. - Thank you.
So tomorrow we spend the afternoon together?
But to do what?
A movie, an exhibition, shopping.
Whatever will please you.
Ah, I’d love to, my dear,
but we said we’d be together tomorrow?
Yes.
Well, I forgot.
Thank you, Michelle.
It’s a very snobbish magazine.
But I really don’t feel like doing that.
My back hurts.
But it's an opportunity to tell a bit about who you are.
Your tastes, your aspirations.
If people see that you are a human being,
they’ll have a different idea of the richest woman in the world.
I don’t have to justify who I am.
No, of course not.
But in France, people hate the rich.
And with the left in power...
We’re not doing so badly.
With Mitterrand as President, he was a dreadful economist,
but we didn’t end up before a firing squad.
Are you inviting me into your depression?
Who is this photographer?
Does he have a name, a first name?
Pierre-Ala in Fantin.
Ah, him!
He takes very beautiful photos.
He has a terrible reputation.
Who has a good one?
I find him charming.
Everyone knows he fleeced that poor Adelaide Brunière
and even pushed her down the stairs.
That old rumor.
Is that your big idea?
I think it’s a good idea.
Is he your lover?
I’m married.
I don’t have a lover.
Oh, if married women don’t have lovers, then who does?
You are the richest woman in the world.
What does that evoke for you?
Rich, the word isn’t very pretty.
Wealthy is better.
Fortune goes with luck.
Wealth is inherited, inevitably.
But being rich means no longer fully belonging to yourself.
Beyond a certain amount, people go off the rails.
It takes a lot of talent to be rich.
For those who don’t know me, I am not the Queen of England.
I work, I am a passionate businesswoman
and I hope somewhat competent.
Where does the power of money end?
Where the taste for life begins.
Thank you, madam.
And where will we take the photos?
It's Pierre-Ala in’s choice. He has an unfailing eye.
I’m very happy to meet you.
Ah!
You don’t remember me?
Have we met before?
Yes, a few years ago at the Lazareffs’.
Yes, but you only spoke to Malraux.
I didn’t dare approach you.
You seemed so inaccessible.
So beautiful, so mysterious.
You reminded me of certain movie stars.
Yes, I’ve been told that before.
Would you mind putting on another pair of trousers?
Do you want me to change?
This one is very elegant, but sorry, it's a bit plain.
A bit bourgeois.
I want this photograph to perfectly capture the woman you are.
Who has had a destiny,
but for whom it may not be over yet.
In the sense that she still has things to accomplish.
In short, what I want to see is a heroine.
So?
We’ll stick with trousers, it will allow more varied poses.
Too much of an action woman.
An action woman isn’t so bad.
Why are you shouting at her?
I don’t know, I was told you were deaf.
The things one has to hear.
No, it looks like a butler’s trousers.
This one?
There, that’s good.
Then put on a shirt,
something a bit masculine, without being lesbian.
- This one? - Wonderful.
There, you’ll be sublime, divine, exceptional.
I’m not very sensitive to flattery.
Yeah, that’s good there.
You look like you’re saying:
you won’t get me.
I put on a man's shirt because I don’t give a damn about you.
And I don’t wear jewelry.
Precisely because I’m rich.
May I mess up your hair?
Your hair, this won’t do.
What’s wrong with my hair?
It's dead, it's dead, it's limp, it doesn’t move, it doesn’t breathe.
I saw low-quality dolls in the toy department at Galeries Lafayette
whose hair looked more alive. Look at this.
Who did this? Who is the killer?
Alexandre Zouari...
Ah, well, that explains everything.
The Zouari.
The killer.
And what were you doing at your age in the toy department?
I wasn’t flirting, don’t worry.
Don’t touch your hair.
Don’t touch that dead animal.
Don’t act like a little girl.
You... you make me laugh.
- She’s magnificent, isn’t she? - Yes.
I was right to insist.
Yes.
One day, I’ll take your picture too, Frédérique.
Look at me.
You’re pretty without your glasses.
Without them, I can’t see anything.
It doesn’t matter, what matters is that people see you.
Thank you.
Are you letting me go already?
You have to insist.
It’s a state of grace.
Thank you for your advice, Mr. Fantin.
And when will I see the photos?
I choose them.
You’ll discover them in the magazine.
Okay.
Maybe we’ll see each other again.
I think we should.
- Goodbye, Frédérique. - Goodbye.
I’m in the directory.
My husband is Jewish,
but my family accepted him without hesitation.
As I often say, I met him in socks.
Very young.
And I waited for him.
Yes, I had a love marriage that wasn’t exactly
what my family had imagined for me.
They accepted it.
We found a nice duplex right across the street.
We just had to cross the street to see each other.
It was very cheerful.
I think I can say we were a close family,
even complicit.
Jean Marc and my father loved each other very much.
Very much.
She’s so beautiful.
Yes, madam, I was made to buy about a hundred
for all her friends and all of us in the house.
Look.
Yes, but it’s not in color.
Very beautiful photo.
I love it. It’s superb.
See, it was a good idea.
I’m delighted.
Hello, Marianne. Hello.
- Hello. - Hello.
Jérôme, where were we with our list?
Baroness Philippine de Rothschild, madam.
I think she’s at Mouton for the harvest.
Then, two copies for Professor Bernard.
He’ll put one in his waiting room.
Right, this needs to be sent now.
The post office is closed, madam. Sunday.
Have it opened.
Jean-Marc, what do you think?
The editorial looks good.
What enthusiasm.
Be careful not to crease it, I’m afraid I won’t have enough.
Are you happy?
I finally got out of the Grévin Museum.
The leg of lamb is ready.
Madam is served.
Let’s have lunch.
No, I won’t give a penny.
Wait, they hang crap all year at Beaubourg.
I’d have to pay to be seen?
And Guéran Hermès.
Can’t he put in some money?
Well, call him, yes, now, yes.
Oh dear, hi.
Wait, I’d have to pay for the appetizers.
Sorry, I must be dreaming.
You really wonder what our taxes are for.
Yes.
I have class. I’m late. I’m rushing.
You’re too studious, Raphaël.
At your age, I had already written two novels.
And Aragon...
Comparing yourself to Radiguet, who died earlier.
You’re handsome.
But beauty is not a promise of happiness.
Do you know what my uncle Jacques told me
when I was 18?
Pierre-Ala in, you’re so handsome they’ll fuck you in no time.
A visionary.
See you tonight.
I'm sorry, madam and sir will be a little late.
Then they will understand if you offer them a new appointment.
Oh no, wait, I'm here, I'm waiting.
Well then, follow me.
What is your name?
Jérôme.
Jérôme?
Isn't it a bit strange for a butler's outfit?
Pardon?
That's it.
Play innocent, go on.
We'll come get you.
I really can't get used to it.
Is there anything more sinister than good taste?
Do you know why you look beautiful in my photographs?
Because I don't photograph people, I take them, I embrace them.
Whether people are famous or not, I don't care.
It's like a big sexual appetite, a great hunger.
I hate everything that is false.
You're not obliged to wave your big hands under my nose like that,
even if they are perfectly manicured.
I'm doing my duty, sir.
That's it.
I wage war on lies.
That's why I never photograph your political friends.
Because with them, everything is comedy, pretense.
It's not their fault. Even when one is sincere,
one has to act it, sincerity with a hand on the heart.
Otherwise, people don't believe you.
I like it very much.
You turn the shot into gold.
They said that about your father too, I think.
In business, my father was a great artist,
he created as he breathed, he dared everything,
nothing made him back down.
My father too, nothing made him back down.
He beat me,
he slapped me for any reason, from evening till morning.
He hung me by my feet, he banged my head against the parquet floor.
How horrible.
And your mother, what did she do?
She looked the other way.
Stop yelping, Guy.
I'm yelping?
Yes, exactly, you are yelping.
It's because, sorry, I find this photo sinister.
You know nothing about photography.
I was Minister of Cultural Affairs.
Two and a half months!
And I am a member of the Institute.
And you don't know anything either.
But I'm a good student.
When I see these photos, I tell myself there is a world, a different universe,
that I didn't know.
I'll take it.
But I ask you not to refuse me what I'm going to ask you.
How much do you need for the publication of your exhibition catalogue,
at the Pompidou Center?
250,000 francs.
You're going to pay 250,000 francs for this wreck?
For me, this face is as beautiful and classical
as those of the gods of Olympus, Guy.
Everyone asks me for money.
That will make a change from ministers, doctors, and researchers
who promise to save the planet and I owe nothing.
And besides, what are these sums to us?
The place of a rich woman
is not on a lounge chair waiting for death.
I want to be in contact with the world.
I need it.
I want you to be recognized.
But if I may, Pierre-Ala in,
for your exhibition, no dessert.
Lose a few kilos, 4 or 5.
And weigh yourself every day,
at the same time.
Be presentable.
It's fascinating to talk about an artist's talent.
A risk worth taking.
There you go.
It bothers me.
Believe me, it's a better investment than some of your paintings.
Degas, a bad investment?
Especially when it's a fake.
A fake?
Well, obviously, look, that's not his line.
His is much more diffuse.
Even the pigment isn't his.
No, just because one has money doesn't mean one should buy anything.
Look at this clock, it's absurd.
And those small bronzes there.
And that.
Come on, to the attic.
Those two armchairs aren't antiques, they're old!
This house doesn't have the brilliance you deserve, Marianne.
When I enter a poorly decorated place, it's stronger than me,
I have choking fits, it's like an allergy.
- Choking fits, really? - Yes.
I have them too.
Really?
Something else we share.
Clearly, we are like brother and sister, you and I.
My grandfather, Isaac Spielman,
rabbi in Thionville, then in Annecy,
always refused to leave France during those dark years.
He wanted to stay close to his community,
share their suffering.
He managed to save 700 of them
by informing them of an imminent roundup.
Then, deported in April 1943, with my grandmother,
he did not return from Auschwitz.
But today,
this ceremony for the bar mitzvah
of his great-grandson,
shows how much he is still present
among us and in our memories.
There. Thank you.
You’re not going to stay glued to your chair all day, are you?
It's the right spot to make sure no one steals anything.
Jean-Marc's speech was good, wasn’t it?
I found it moving.
Yes.
- Mrs. Jean-Marc. - Look at Frédérique.
She’s radiant.
It’s the zeal of converts.
They say you’re writing a book about the Bible?
It's more a book about relations between Jews and Christians.
I’m modestly trying to...
shed light on those who, like us, have had a mixed marriage.
And Alain Decaux will write the foreword?
Isn’t the Bible a bit boring?
Not at all.
It's very beautiful. I was rereading the Book of Job,
who was the richest and most powerful man in Israel,
and God took everything from him.
Well, he ended his life on a heap of manure, happy.
He said: “God gave it to me, God took it away.”
Fabrice, do you have that envelope?
Charles!
Here.
And why?
Enough deprivation, your first million.
At your age, my father gave me that.
But don’t spend it recklessly.
Thank you, Marianne.
You’re joking.
But why?
He may one day be at the head of the company.
It's good that he starts managing his money now.
And it’s a good test, it’s fun.
If he squanders it, we’ll know.
And what did you do with your first million?
Oh, I still have it.
Jean-Marc, don’t tell me you’re shocked too.
But Marianne, that’s not possible.
It makes no sense.
A million at his age, what will you give him at his wedding?
No, I don’t agree.
You know very well we’re trying to raise him with a certain discipline.
He only gets 1000 francs pocket money a month and takes the bus.
Money has to be earned.
Were you forced to earn a living?
Is there a job I missed?
Don’t take it badly, but no.
But that’s not fair.
Listen to the voice of a child.
Do you have puritan parents, my poor dear?
It’s not up to you to decide.
Are you sure, Frédérique?
Sure.
I deeply admired Marianne,
she is a remarkable, intelligent, singular woman,
we exchanged thousands of letters.
She writes as she speaks, with clear elegance.
What she gave me is nothing compared to what she taught me.
Our friendship was beautiful.
It had a color, blue, like a Matisse.
Come on! Oh dear, nothing in the head, nothing in the arms.
Let’s go!
Last stop, everybody off.
Palais-Royal station, Louvre museum.
It makes me want to sing the wedding march.
Absolutely!
So?
- Do you like it? - It’s magnificent!
So!
Stop!
I’m going to kiss you!
If I feel like it!
- In front of the rabble! - Stop, no!
Come on, get rid of that eyesore, it's awful.
- Are you removing it? - Yes, good riddance.
Don’t put the African mask in front of the Rousseau, it's redundant.
Create contrast, put it in front of the Turner.
Be creative.
You’re bad at contrast.
There, you have nothing to do here, the staff out.
Out!
- Come on! - "Heraus"!
There.
Jérôme, bring us some champagne instead of standing there with your arms folded.
Lazy cow.
Ah, we worked well, didn't we?
A "stargast" collection, a fanciful one, a soul.
And a lot of work.
And a bit of money too.
I don’t see at all what you’re talking about.
What is this horror?
Is that Frédérique?
Yes, at 13 or 14, I think.
It’s a photo Guy likes a lot.
You’re not going to fall into holiday and communion photos.
Yes, but I can’t deprive Guy of photos of his daughter.
Family, I love you.
Madam.
Thank you, Jérôme.
Madam...
You deserve better than Guy.
Everything he does is narrow, cautious.
You are a queen, he is a bourgeois.
What do you want me to do? Remarry?
And why not?
Cheers!
It’s cheerful!
It’s fresh now.
All this will come back to you one day.
Oh?
The African mask, the paintings, the lamps.
You made this collection with me.
It’s only right it comes back to you.
You know people kiss for less than that
in the nearby groves.
Don’t joke, I’m sincere.
Thanks to you, it’s as if I’m living again.
I’m no longer ill, I always had something.
It's as if I’m coming out of my sarcophagus.
Guy!
They were speaking well of you.
How do you find me?
Like the house.
New.
Is it a phallus?
Yes.
Be careful when placing it, Guy.
It's a collector's item, not a sex toy.
Yes?
Are you alright, sir?
My damn gout.
Run me a bath.
What’s become of
your brother, who’s looking for a hotel?
There were a few things in Brittany,
near Quimper, but with his CV people are wary.
Could you have followed the same path as him?
It wasn’t far off, yes.
What do you have left from that time?
A bracelet.
A tattoo?
Which one should I put on?
The blue or the red?
Put on the red.
Thank you Amidou, go open the door.
Oof, it's too high.
I’ll give you what's needed to install an elevator.
An elevator? You’re spoiling me too much.
No, it's selfish. Without it, I could never come back.
Careful, that's no longer patronage, it's illegal.
If the law had to be taken seriously.
It’s a dovecote.
So, I brought you my toasted bread and my cheeses,
aged mimolette and my goat cheese, very creamy.
Magnificent.
Amidou, where are you going to put them?
In the fridge.
And there's the andouille. Keep it cool!
On the windowsill!
Oh, servant, it’s a world of ignorance!
Carefully maintained over the centuries.
Their brains have atrophied!
You know nothing, you take an interest in nothing!
Result, what happens?
The dishes are passed, washed, then passed again.
- Do you live alone here? - No.
Oh no.
It’s a bit cramped.
There's nothing available in the adjoining apartments.
That’s my dream, to expand.
Knock down a wall.
I want to do more than those women.
I think they didn’t understand who you were.
Really? Do you believe in me?
You have all the gifts.
Literature, image.
You haven’t read me!
You paint as well.
One day I show one of my drawings to Dali.
He tells me: "young man, your line is too thick,
as perhaps your member is."
But those women you’ve known, did you love them?
Yes.
Ah, you want to know if I fucked them? No.
No, but there are several kinds of love.
A rarer, stronger, more precious bond is created.
Legs like Sylvana Mangano.
Ah, thank you very much, Amadou.
- Amidou. - Oh, sorry.
- Oh, it's no big deal. - Amidou.
You had a disapproving look
just now when I addressed Amidou.
Yes, I found you harsh.
I hate people
who treat their employees with consideration,
as if they were inferiors.
I talk to them, I go at them
as if they were family members.
I look at you
and I can't see the businesswoman in you.
Relax. For me, it's a passion.
I owe it to my father, whom I adored.
Business is like a big game, a big riddle.
But you need vision,
an eye on what will happen tomorrow.
I know exactly where my money is,
where it goes and what I do with it.
The company is really what matters most to you.
It's important for all countries,
for all the people who work there.
88,000 worldwide, I can't betray them.
We are the best.
I can't spit on that, it would be madness.
And Frédérique, how is she?
She made a record where she plays Bach.
A record?
Ah, but it's impossible to find.
We bought them all back.
She's inventing a vocation, she's doing what she can.
She has a name that's hard to bear.
Did you know I recently found out that my father was Jewish?
Fantin stands for Fanztein.
Really?
That's horrible.
It's crazy, though,
because we spend our youth building ourselves on something,
and then bang, suddenly we realize it's nothing.
I understand.
Anyway, you're safe.
Why? How do you see me?
Well, you're not sitting
on a small pile of miserable secrets.
You have stature.
Do you know what Americans say?
"You feel lonely at the top". (You feel lonely at the top)
Abandon all hope, you have already entered.
- Hi Pierre-Ala in. - How are you?
Betsy!
I was afraid I wouldn't find you.
I couldn't see you anymore.
I thought of you.
You're spoiling me.
Let me introduce you to Marianne.
Nice to meet you, madam.
You are magnificent.
Are you trying to make me jealous?
Marianne bought your photo.
My photo?
I don't even want to see it. I'm awful.
How much did he sell it to you for?
No, no, don't tell me.
Hey, thief.
Betsy is a woman who chose her life.
She was married to a doctor at Parc Monceau.
She had connections, children, Chanel suits.
And then she dropped everything overnight.
And you, madam, what do you do in life?
I'm in cosmetics.
And you don't regret anything?
No.
It's my freedom.
It's my luxury.
Betsy, would you sing us a song from your repertoire,
- please? - Yes, if you like.
But she looks tired to me.
Thank you, darling.
♫ I live in a strange land ♫
♫ Of steam and smoke ♫
♫ There I steal the angels' share ♫
♫ until I sink ♫
♫ So that no one disturbs me ♫
♫ I play the mad ally ♫
♫ I roll in the mud ♫
♫ but I would like ♫
♫ I would like to have return ♫
♫ days gone by ♫
♫ The scent of old intoxications ♫
♫ and kisses ♫
♫ But these fragrances fade ♫
♫ in tobacco ♫
♫ in the alcohol that clouds them ♫
♫ each time ♫
I was worried.
You didn’t sleep, did you.
Did you at least have fun?
But don’t look at me like that!
I do what I want.
With Pierre-Ala in, I have fun.
We fly, we skim.
Jérôme, can I have eggs and ham.
I’ll take it in my room.
Very well, madam.
People say a lot of bad things about the rich.
They are tougher.
More selfish.
It's true they don’t just give up their money easily.
That’s why they stay rich.
But deep down,
they are no better equipped than we are for life.
And even,
they search, they try to live what everyone lives.
They are on another planet.
Ah, there they are!
There she is, my little darling!
How are you?
Better, since you’re here.
So, let me introduce Raphaël Dalloz.
- Hello, Raphaël. - Hello, Marianne.
- Welcome. - Thank you.
So, holidays with Guy and Frédérique,
are a bit like a retreat with the Carmelites.
Do you pray?
Guy does, and he plays patience on his bed,
and Frédérique collects shells on the beach with her son,
and lots of little creatures.
Oh, how awful!
- Hello. - Hello.
Frédérique, I’m so pleased to see you again.
Marianne was just telling me you’re having wonderful holidays.
Let me introduce Raphaël Dalloz.
Hello.
Doesn’t your mother mind that you’re spending your holidays with her ex?
That bastard dumped my mother for that woman.
When I think you almost became the son Spielman.
Come on, let’s go swimming.
I’m going to put on my swimsuit.
No need, Guy and Marianne swim naked.
- Pussy in the open air! - No?
Yes!
Don’t move.
You’re magnificent in this light.
I forbid you to move. If you move, I’ll kill you.
Don’t look at me.
We love it.
I love you.
Well, that’s a change from Bach.
Let’s not go too far though.
Row, row, darling.
You are on the Volga.
"Do not kill the seagulls that glide over the..."
This morning she had a backache.
- There you go! - We’re going in circles.
You know, we could spend holidays somewhere else for once.
The world is vast.
Why?
Don’t you like it here anymore?
They wouldn’t miss us much.
Understand me, Marianne, it wasn’t boredom.
I need to create, that’s all.
And now I feel like painting.
I have nothing.
No brushes, no canvas.
I’m desperate. What can we do?
Well, we’ll send the jet.
Really?
Oh, thank you, my dear!
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
Ah, Pierre-Ala in, you need to cut your nails, you scratch.
With seawater, it stings.
He’s a brute.
Yes, it’s true, I’m a brute.
I’m a brute when I love, I have to bite.
I can’t help it, I have to eat everything raw.
Scrabble.
Ah, how good she is!
Come swimming.
- You should come swim, it’s delightful. - I’m leaving.
Then you need to put some cream on your back, my dear Jérôme.
You’ll get terrible sunburn.
Look at that.
You’re all red.
You too, Guy.
All right, okay.
- Really? - Of course.
I don’t look like him.
Do you see me like that?
A Guernica version of you.
Frédérique, you can’t sleep either?
We’ll keep each other company.
Have you always been like this?
Things are better when you dare.
It’s splendid.
Nothing and no one disturbs the view.
Except when Jérôme is serving.
Our room is wonderful.
You reserve it for us for the next 20 years.
It’s yours.
I like it when you’re disheveled like that.
It’s free, it breathes.
You know what we’re going to do, Marianne, like a game.
I’m going to help you unlock everything that is closed within you.
You’re the one who has the key.
I’d like to make a toast
to Marianne and Guy who welcome us so generously.
Raphaël and I, the two sodomites.
We feel like we’ve been adopted,
like we’re part of the family.
To Guy and Marianne.
You could get a tattoo, couldn’t you?
- Get a tattoo? - Yes.
- Me? - A dragon.
Or a wild rose.
Like you.
Full of thorns that would run from the shoulder to the hollow of the neck.
No? Like in Japan, the Yakuza.
Yes, that would be nice.
And you, Jean-Marc, have you never thought of getting a tattoo?
I don’t know, for example, the initials of a youthful love?
You’d still have to remember it?
Catherine.
Her name is Catherine, right, your mother?
Yes.
No? Doesn’t Catherine ring a bell?
Around Cap-Ferret?
And then, pff!
Gone, the suitor.
She learned of your marriage from the Figaro listings.
One can realize they were mistaken.
I hope your mother is well.
Yes, she’s well, yes.
Well, Pierre-Ala in, be quiet.
Tell us instead about your lunch with Mitterrand.
You saw the president?
Yes.
He’s an old monkey, but clever.
Do you know what I told him? I read his future.
I told him everything was rosy.
I like him a lot.
When we were young, we were inseparable.
But we didn’t have a single idea in common
about how to govern a country.
Ah yes, I know that.
And then there was Vichy.
Ah, your wild years.
What wonderful memories for you both!
Uh, those old stories again.
You know that period poorly.
No one ignores that my father received the Resistance medal.
And that Mendès-France took him into his government.
That seems like an answer to me.
Pierre-Ala in is joking, Frédérique.
Are we supposed to find that funny?
Come on, Guy, you’re not going to take that seriously.
Don’t you see he’s making fun of you?
Ah, you’re teasing me. It's affectionate, in a way.
Absolutely.
Jérôme, where is she?
Yes, I’m here, sir.
Could you pour me a bit more champagne, please?
I’d like to make a second toast to the Republic.
One and indivisible and to social mixing.
So I’m telling you, Jérôme, Raphaël wouldn’t mind
if you gave him a quick blow job.
Just like that, quickly.
So, promise, I won’t look.
Yes, that’s it. Yes.
What should I say, sir?
Mr. Fantin is having a fit.
It will pass.
You’re incorrigible, Pierre-Ala in.
Frédérique!
- You’re going a bit too far, aren’t you? - They love it.
Oh no, I’ve never seen anything like that.
Such vulgarity
and his crude innuendos all the time in front of Charles.
I’m not even talking about the soundtrack of his sexual exploits.
I don’t recognize my house anymore.
Oh, let’s not make a big deal out of it.
And besides, it's not your house, it's mine.
And what he dared to say to my father?
Admit that the air was unbearable.
Tell him anything.
Tell him we have to leave, that we’re going back to Paris.
It’s impossible, it’s very crude.
And I don’t feel like it at all. I’m enjoying myself here.
There's no way I’m spending another second with that Picassette.
But you don’t have to stay, my dear.
You’re all red.
You can put on some cream.
We have that in the shop.
It's divine.
Where are the others?
Frédérique is very angry with you about yesterday.
Come on, a bit of humor, damn it!
What got into you?
Why does this matter so much to you?
My father is Jewish, I remind you.
But he also had the illness.
Can I tell you something?
Of course.
It's a remark from one of my oldest friends.
Seduced by Fantin,
ruined by Fantin.
Ruin you.
Mission impossible.
Actually, she may not be entirely wrong, that idiot.
I'm a crook.
An impostor,
a thief, a professional liar.
You're harsh.
I'm neither an heir nor a gigolo.
I'm a clever mix of both.
I'm the man one would like to hate.
So, what am I doing here?
Marianne,
why did you invite me?
I'm curious.
I want to know how far this can take us.
Until the mean dogs bite you.
He's starting again with his dog, that's not true.
He bites me.
It's terrible.
The last time, he did that upon arriving at Lip.
It's true, I licked Jean Dormaisson's balls.
Not easy to find.
Ah, sit.
Yes, here.
Come here. There.
Do you realize what I endure?
It's time for my bone.
How stupid he is.
I make big photos and small books,
and it's not a question of format.
Precocity is a curse.
Sometimes it kills you.
Too much was expected of me,
and I expected too much of myself.
I spread myself too thin.
It was a way of escaping.
But one can see one's life as a work.
Look, there are more.
In 20 years, Mr. Fantin went from a little Mozart of literature
to a kind of forty-year-old Minou Drouet.
"Fantin, an imposture," that's the title.
The favors of Aragon or Mauriac
were aimed more at the author's face
than at his stylistic qualities.
Fantin, the former muse of the 70s,
has become a caricature of Dorian Gray.
He bears on his faded face,
very pleasant, the trace of all his sins.
And my photos, it's the same.
No value on the art market.
A possible outlet for Fantin.
The society column from the perspective of the world's image.
Shit! I'm stopping everything here! Enough, I stop here.
Oh, how stupid you are!
No matter what's written in that rag,
what matters is that people talk about you.
All artists have always taken a lot of hits.
And you are an artist,
a real artist, therefore misunderstood.
- How do you know? - I'll prove it to you.
I feel like an imposture.
I'll make you a 10-year contract for your creations.
- A contract? - Yes.
2 million a year, does that seem like a reasonable sum
so that you devote yourself only to your works.
Reasonable?
But that's a golden rain, Marianne.
I do whatever I want with my money.
After all, I made my fortune on foam.
My father, before dying, told me:
"You have the whole world ahead of you."
You will have it too.
People don't know you.
They deify you or drag you through the mud.
Deep down, it's the same thing.
The struggle doesn't scare me.
I'm a fighter. It would rather excite me.
I wish no one to be my enemy.
I forbid you to speak about my father.
To smear him.
There's nothing wrong with admitting your father was a Nazi.
You didn't live through that time.
France was on the ground.
People believed Pétain would get them out of it.
My father was far too busy with his affairs
to deal with those of the cagoule.
He was never in the hood.
He financed it, Marianne. Financed.
And already before the war.
There are youthful mistakes.
He was 61 years old, the father.
And besides, your company was, and still is,
a breeding ground for fascists.
There are also many Israelites.
He was a man full of hope.
An optimist. A visionary.
He created a world!
He was a remarkable man, caught in difficult times.
But Guy, at the liberation,
everyone thought you were in the resistance.
So you marry the daughter, the father is cleared,
and the money keeps coming in.
It flows, it flows, it overflows.
That's enough. Stop.
If this money is dirty, why do you accept it?
It's the truth that bothers you.
Then look it in the face, it will leave you alone.
Or stay with your old guard
and all those who kiss your ass.
I love you.
So I speak to you frankly.
You'll end up without me.
I don't want to see you anymore.
- I have Bordeaux. - Huh?
- From the lady of Haut-Médoc. - Thank you.
- Shall I put it here? - Yes.
Would you like some fruit juice?
Yes.
May I wash my hands?
Yes, go ahead.
What is that?
From Mrs. Farrère.
Yes.
Sometimes a pitcher of Côte-du-Rhône is less disappointing than a great Bordeaux.
Don't break this glass.
It belonged to Princess Mathilde.
Tell Marianne that if I return,
it will be when I have chosen to.
How is she?
She doesn't go out much.
Would you like to share our modest meal?
I warn you, there's only cold food.
Except me.
No, that's fine.
Yes, of course, you have your snack.
Your little container.
Yes, I'm off.
Goodbye, Jérôme.
Pierre wonders if he can serve Madame, but the cooking...
He didn't call?
No.
You're unhappy.
You think?
I'm alone with this.
I'm here.
I'm not equipped for this.
He needs to trim the box woods.
Yes.
Sorry, Raphaël. Good evening.
Good evening, Marianne.
Pierre-Ala in isn't here?
No, he went out.
Please sit down.
Didn't he tell you where he was going?
Didn't you see him this morning?
Are you sure he's not here?
In the office?
He's not here, I assure you.
He doesn't always tell me where he goes.
Sometimes he disappears until the next day.
He's a troubled boy.
But you calm him.
Maybe.
Times have changed.
I didn't think two men could be happy together.
You waited for me.
All day.
Yes.
I'm here.
And you are here.
It seems you missed me.
I was waiting for you too.
By disappearing.
I felt trapped.
You poured a torrent of benefits over me.
Isn't that a trap?
Why invent difficulties?
Life is complicated enough as it is, isn't it?
You have a cracked side, you know?
Be simple.
I have an ambition for you.
I would like our friendship to be written into history.
One day, perhaps, you will create a foundation.
And then I would like it to bear both our names.
That would be beautiful.
Do you hear it?
What?
The drops...
feeling them fall while it no longer rains,
one by one.
When I remember this moment,
I will know that the rain has stopped falling.
Just for the two of us.
If I’m reproached for giving too much money to Pierre-Ala in Fantin,
I tell myself it's a good joke life played on me.
Or that I played on life.
I don’t know what love is,
I just wanted it to continue.
David Steiner, when Guy Farrère commits himself to La Terre Française,
a pro-Vichy newspaper created by the Nazis,
he is only 20 years old.
So what?
He wrote 64 articles that they did everything to hide, to make disappear.
And it is thanks to a small librarian from Versailles
that we can finally read them today.
And they are of overwhelming gravity.
When he writes:
"A Jew will more easily be stingy than a Christian".
"Young people must everywhere be the agents of the Marshal".
Or again:
"For eternity, their race is stained by the blood of the just".
"They will be cursed by all".
"Denunciation is a duty because it truly serves the community".
How many people followed his advice?
By encouraging denunciation,
how many deaths weigh on their conscience?
Guy Farrère is a public, official figure.
The greatest fortune in France.
Minister under De Gaulle, under Pompidou.
Close friend of François Mitterrand, senator.
According to Serge Klarsfeld,
he could have his visa to the United States withdrawn.
And on TF1?
You, I had told you at the time to buy TF1.
Where did they dig up these old things?
I thought it had been destroyed.
We are the richest in France.
We are also the biggest advertisers.
Well gentlemen, you will get nothing more.
It’s over. Curtain. Not a penny more.
And besides, we are the president's best friends.
What does this muckraker think he can do against us?
I will give up my position.
Jean-Marc must take over the reins.
No, no, no.
Yes, Marianne, yes, it must be done.
For the company, it is a matter of survival.
Let's wait for things to settle. We are too shaken right now.
It’s chaos.
That’s exactly what I’m saying.
That’s why I must leave the company.
I don’t want this to be discussed.
And even if it were discussed, which it isn’t,
it certainly won’t be Spielman.
Besides, I am sure he is behind all this.
Jean-Marc, don’t talk nonsense.
If I don’t resign, tomorrow,
when the stock market opens, the shares will plummet.
If everything collapses, let me know.
There might be a small stock of cream to recover.
Let’s find someone else, I beg you.
Out of a billion candidates, he would be the last I would choose.
Jean-Marc, it’s the only option.
What do you blame him for?
It’s a feeling. I don’t trust him.
He’s not good at business.
He would buy a cemetery,
people would stop dying.
Have you thought of me?
With him, it doesn’t leave our house.
So you’d rather others take the brand?
Can you imagine your father's work leaving the family?
Is that what you want?
Thank you.
"Beauties for the beauty. Pierre-Ala in."
Jérôme, are you my friend?
I wouldn’t dare say that, madam.
I will speak to you freely.
At the moment, I always feel like crying.
But it’s strange, I’m not sad.
I feel like crying from fatigue.
Like children when they haven’t slept.
You see?
I don’t know if I will manage to bear all this.
Yes, you will.
Few people would manage it, but you...
You, yes.
I hope you are right.
You still don’t want me to bring you the newspapers?
No, it smells rotten.
Rumors, slander.
Journalists are shit-eaters.
Flowers don’t care about all that.
They live in silence.
From today to tomorrow.
These roses are beautiful.
They are beautiful, these roses.
But there is everything else.
My father asked me to always protect our company.
Every day I try to meet his wish because he is always near me.
What is written here and there disgusts me.
I demand that we suspend our advertisements in the media
that still spread these slanders against the group.
Ask the heads of newspapers and television: who is for me?
Whoever is not for me is against me
and will have to bear the consequences of this position.
If we are accused of censorship?
This is not about censorship.
One is not meant to keep silent about what does not exist.
I will take care of it.
Very well. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I don’t see you anymore.
You know very well why.
Did you know?
What did you know?
- Had you read those texts? - Never.
Or I forgot. It’s the same thing.
I was 20, in 40.
I have always regretted those writings.
Did you regret them in silence?
Especially those concerning the Jewish community.
Say the Jews.
I didn’t know any.
In the Catholicism of my childhood,
it was they who had killed Christ.
I was inhabited by that idea.
It wasn’t me who was speaking.
It was an environment, a time.
And besides, give me this credit, in 1942,
I joined Mitterrand and chose the resistance.
One can have worn the francisque,
throw it away
and become president of the Republic.
Can you understand, my dear,
that the truth changes,
that it happens two or three times in a lifetime?
One can become someone else, right?
But what am I supposed to do with all this?
How do I do it?
What a legacy.
I was reproached for it a lot.
Some did not understand,
but I accepted it.
I became the guarantor of the company.
I thus ensured its survival.
One must admit there are adjustments,
corrections in a path, in a life.
I thought about the future.
I thought about my son.
The idea of a dynasty is universal.
It must be stronger than circumstances.
It has always existed in all cultures.
I always knew that Frédérique and her hat-wearing husband wanted to sideline me,
erase me.
They seize the opportunity.
It's as if everything is collapsing around me.
The work of a lifetime,
my father’s work.
What do they all know about it?
It’s like a secret they ignore.
A company is a body, it is a soul.
Life is about emotional choices.
Business too, but it is much broader.
Stop! What are you doing? Look.
Pig!
Please, can you clean this and bring us the bill.
Thank you.
May I take your hand.
When I close my eyes, I think I am in my bed.
Come rest here.
I love you.
Ah Jean-Marc, it doesn’t work.
Haven’t they repaired this machine yet?
Did you put in a coin?
What do you mean?
You have to put a coin in the slot there.
Look, that’s new.
What would you like?
A cranberry juice.
Ah, thank you.
Marianne,
no matter what Guy may have written in the past,
he is a good man.
Thank you, Jean-Marc.
Apologize to your son for me, I ate the last Eskimo.
You shouldn’t eat so many sweets.
You’re not my doctor.
Did you speak with Jean-Marc?
Jean-Marc plays his own pieces.
What do you mean?
You know, you play your pieces too.
And I mine.
And what are your pieces?
Everyone plays, my dear, that’s life.
Have you never loved Jean-Marc?
No.
It's just that...
And then you're right, but not for the reason you think.
And what do I think?
It hurt me a lot the day you told me
that I didn't love Jean-Marc because he is Jewish.
I've been surrounded by Israelis all my life.
You noticed that.
But don't you get bored with him?
You'll admit that your Jean-Marc lacks a bit of substance.
He is clever, certainly,
but he has no ideas.
You are very unfair.
You could have loved him.
You managed to love Dad.
Ah but I love your father.
It's just that I can't stand being locked into a role.
It only takes a woman who depends on a man,
who feels alone when he is no longer there or when he dies.
He knows it, by the way. When we went to pick up my ring,
I told him: "above all, not too tight."
Can you let me work now?
I don't understand.
I don't understand anymore, you're going to drive me crazy.
I ask for nothing and then one day it's yes, one day it's no.
Luckily I write down everything you promise me in a notebook.
I didn't dream it, you really offered me
to be on the company's board of directors.
No, I've never mentioned that.
Honestly, you're losing it, you forget everything.
And this insurance contract? It's drafted.
It just needs to be signed.
The insurers tell me it's not wise under these terms.
How so? Those people are sitting on your money.
Mrs. Farrère would be subject to huge taxes.
Well, listen first, sir, I barely know who you are.
Who are you? Where do you come from?
If she cancels this life insurance so you can benefit, it's 60%.
But it's only money. And I need it, Marianne,
to carry out certain projects.
If you need those amounts, why not take a loan?
With your income, it will be granted without any problem.
But it's not a question of money.
I don't care about money. Oh dear.
I had some before meeting Marianne.
And you promised me. Promised!
It's like the jewelry at the notary. You said they would come to me.
I didn't make that up.
You even threatened to throw me out the window if I refused.
You can't promise that to someone and then betray their trust.
Can we talk about something other than money?
You exhaust me.
After all, you're the one who keeps talking about it. You're playing with me.
It's the carrot that makes the donkey move forward.
All right, listen, that's enough now, you're going to sign.
- Come on, let's sign. - Go on, go ahead!
Ah, you're hurting me.
- Come on, sign. - But Pierre-Ala in, stop, you, you...
You hurt me.
Or does nothing have any value anymore, huh?
You can't grasp anything anymore. It's all just air.
Too bad about the taxes.
Let's finish this.
Thank you, Marianne. You have just greatly helped
a friend who needs a studio.
A friend?
Yes.
Who do you have?
Around you. Who are your friends?
Name one. One. Go ahead.
Well, there is no one. There you go.
- Before meeting me... - Oh, I'm tired.
I feel like getting away.
Let's go.
Let's go to Saint-Tropez. To Saint-Joseph.
To Saint-Moritz.
Any saint.
Singapore.
I am very tired.
Aren't you staying for lunch, Mr. Fantin?
Not hungry.
Oh, I'm joking.
What's wrong with Mr. Jérôme?
He doesn't really like the way you speak to madam.
Are you listening at doors? That's not good.
It's a couple's argument.
There's love in it.
Don't you ever argue with your wife?
Madam is not your wife and I won't let you hurt her.
Oh, chivalrous, macho.
Well, I accept the challenge.
Go ahead, hurt me.
You see here?
Let go or I'll break your arm. Do you understand?
Don't touch me!
I am a battered child!
Even the maids are crazy in this house.
Asshole!
You say she went how many times to the notary?
Three times.
And he was always there, of course.
Yes.
Did you hear anything else?
They also talked about paintings.
How old are you now, Jérôme?
I am 38 years old, sir.
You are handsome, always.
You could have been a film actor.
Don’t be embarrassed.
Do you blush?
No.
Yes, a long time ago, I don’t blush anymore, alas.
Jérôme,
if one day you leave this museum,
if we are dead, Marianne and I,
won’t you be too lost?
I am not helpless.
I am not afraid of life.
So we opened the corridor between
the two load-bearing walls. Of the two buildings,
and we installed beams to support the whole.
I don’t want it to feel like there were two separate buildings.
The apartment must naturally extend into the other.
You move from the small gallery to the studio,
all the way to the pool, in a single movement.
Yes, of course, that will be the case.
That's why we put the same parquet in all the spaces.
You will inevitably have that impression.
You can take off your shirt if you’re too warm.
Go ahead.
I spoke with Daniel Féou.
And Bosguérard is for sale. I didn’t expect you, Guy.
No. Then wait.
It's wonderful, I feel like I’m playing with Lego.
Hello, Pierre Alain.
I’ll leave you.
Sir.
I see you’re expanding.
Yes, the apartment next door became available. I’m having this wall knocked down.
Soon you’ll have the whole block.
But you’ll come splash around in the pool.
I didn’t expect you, Guy.
Careful.
I love Raphaël.
I’m not up for adultery, nor a threesome.
I’m leaving tonight for Saint-Joseph with Marianne.
You didn’t invite me.
It’s a trip for old lovers.
You’ll come next time.
I want to talk to you, Pierre-Ala in.
When Marianne is no longer here, you’ll be alone.
Everyone will want your downfall.
Why?
Everyone adores me.
Listen to me.
I saw the accountant and the notary.
We listed all the insurance policies Marianne gave you.
You’re crazy to accept such sums.
I ask for nothing.
Of course you do. I repeat it.
It’s madness.
Insurance policies? Which policies?
I didn’t even know about them, you’re telling me now.
Don’t play innocent with me.
What are you planning to do?
But these works are extravagant.
And there's my daughter. She’ll find out everything. I know her.
You’ll face a lawsuit for undue influence.
Yes, maybe. So what?
But it's not just Frédérique.
There's the company. All this is inextricably linked.
You know nothing about this world.
It’s a nest of vipers.
They’ll jump at your throat. They’ll devour you.
Well, what do you want, Guy?
You come into my home like this! You show up like an undertaker!
You’re threatening me!
This is unbearable!
Believe it or not, I’m trying to protect you.
Just from yourself.
Don’t play a game you can only lose.
Wait, sorry.
What?
- Sorry. - What is it?
Touch my heart.
I have palpitations. Feel my pulse.
Everything is fine, it’s okay.
Will you give me a cardiac massage?
Breathe, it’ll be fine.
- I’ll get you a glass of water. - No, no, don’t go.
Don’t leave me.
I’ll call him.
Wait.
- Yes, yes. I’ll... - No, no, no.
I’ll call him.
Guy, what is this about?
How could you dare tell him that?
I’m not staying here anymore, I’m leaving.
- Let go of me! - Marianne, listen to me!
But it's my money! Do you hear me?
My father's and mine!
Haven't you had enough?
Who paid for your political career, your nice shoes and your cigars?
Marianne! Marianne!
Bastard! Bastard!
Madam!
My darling.
What a story.
- Marc. - You okay, Guy?
What am I doing in Africa?
We're in France.
It's going to be okay now.
He is not going to die.
Who?
My father!
My father is the one who fell, it's Guy.
And no, he is not going to die.
Yes, Guy.
But where are we going? I don't want to stay alone.
You're not alone, I'm here.
No, let go of me.
Let go of me.
Let go of me, I'm telling you.
Is there a diagnosis for madam?
Yes, confusional syndrome due to an accidental fall and the taking of painkillers.
She took too many painkillers.
You okay, Jérôme?
You look exhausted. Your eyes are tired.
They've seen too much lately.
What's going on?
The staff.
They're all asking for raises.
But I didn't ask for anything, she gave me a raise,
because there's no reason not to, she said.
Raises of how much?
From single to double.
Chef Pierre went up to 30,000 francs.
And what does she say about it?
She says yes to everything.
And Rasputin?
Fantin is harassing her.
It's never enough for him.
It's spreading to everyone, it's like the flu.
You should speak to the accountant.
"Blessed are You, Eternal One, our God",
"King of the universe who brings forth bread from the earth".
- Amen. - Amen.
- "Good Sabbath". - "Good Sabbath".
I went to the movies last night.
I saw Titanic.
Are you okay, my darling?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Oh yes.
What did the other butler tell you?
What's happening over there is obscene.
You are like a son to me.
Does it not bother you too much to sleep on this camp bed?
It reminds me of the army.
Are you in pain?
I won't be here much longer, Jérôme.
Don't say that, sir.
You'll have to take care of Marianne
when she is alone.
You can count on me.
By what right are you canceling my lunch with Bernadette Chirac?
I didn't want to expose you too early in something official.
You're calling my secretary to give her your instructions?
- To protect you. - No. You want to erase me!
You don't know what you're saying. You're losing your mind.
That would suit you just fine if I lost it.
That's not nice.
You want to know what I spend, whether I write checks and to whom.
But that's none of your business.
Stay in your place.
I understood your little game perfectly.
But I won't let myself be pushed around.
In our family, we didn't talk about money,
we didn't even say the word «money».
I was taught not to be impressed by anything.
I was given values of humility and discretion.
So the intrusion of a mercenary into this universe, mine,
an arrogant, vulgar man who respects nothing.
In our family, we displayed neither our wealth nor our emotional states.
He is not a dandy,
he's a boor, he's a brute.
It's stronger than him, he has a taste for blood, he has to attack.
And I defend my family.
Don't start a war against Marianne,
not while I'm alive.
Whether she is right or wrong,
she must be allowed to do what she wants.
She is blinding herself. She is losing her way, but she is coming back to life.
He brings her something we were incapable of giving her.
But I don't want you to react with passion,
with anger.
What was the name of that café on Rue Royale, opposite the company?
The Weber?
It doesn't exist anymore, does it?
For a long time.
For years,
when I walked past, I thought:
"I would have had so many café crèmes,
while waiting for her to marry me."
Why are you thinking about that again?
I won’t come home late.
Hm?
You’ll see,
you’ll come back to life when he’s dead.
My little darling.
Madam.
It’s the most sober.
Simply the name "Guy" engraved.
There is nothing worse than these announcements...
People liked Guy very much.
He had only friends, in all circles.
This will cause a lot of emotion.
Are you there?
Aren’t you kissing me?
We are family. Can you leave us?
Pierre-Ala in stays by my side.
The house is big enough for everyone who wants to mourn your father.
I can’t stand his presence.
If you want, Marianne, I’ll leave.
Certainly not.
Then I stay.
Do you want to deprive me of my best friend?
You don’t imagine running my life?
I wanted to share a bit of my grief with you.
My grief, respect it!
I share it with whoever I want,
with those who truly love me.
What arrangements will you make for the funeral?
I will follow what your father wanted.
He left precise instructions.
To be buried in privacy.
I will be by your side, Marianne.
Well, if I manage to enter the church without catching fire.
Marianne's happiness doesn’t matter to you.
What you want is revenge.
Revenge for what?
For not being like her.
I have no desire to be like her.
And besides, be quiet, we are in mourning.
Your little plan worked very well, but now it's over.
If you say so.
Jérôme, I feel like kissing you
for everything you’ve done for Guy.
You are easy, actually.
My dad.
My friend.
Thank you for being like that.
Thank you for protecting me and for listening to my desires,
regardless of the recent controversies,
and those who tried to smear you,
I care about it as much as a fish cares about an apple.
The moments with you passed too quickly.
You went too quickly.
How much I will miss you.
Bravo!
Didn’t you speak at the cemetery?
The dead must be left in peace.
They have a lot to do.
Are you a believer?
I have the faith of my childhood.
Maybe it’s a lack of imagination.
There you go.
Where had you been?
To make a purchase.
Pierre Alain, you are crazy.
On a day like today?
Especially on a day like today.
Madam?
Jérôme, I would like you to remain in my service.
That you be in charge of the first floor.
Particularly Guy’s office.
I want nothing to move,
neither his books nor his objects.
That the ink in his pens does not dry.
That no one sits in his armchair.
How long have you been married, Jérôme?
I am not married, madam.
I was married for...
And then, it’s a collapse.
When one eats a meal,
even when nothing is said,
when your husband is there, there are gestures,
the hands.
But you know, he didn’t need to speak.
He looked at you.
And that was enough to say yes or no.
His gaze.
Good morning Jérôme.
Someone will remember to fill me up.
That’s not my job.
A bit of botany.
It’s very good for plants.
Next time, I’ll poop.
I poop big.
I’m very analytical.
It’s my decision.
Are you sure of yourself?
Won’t it be too complicated a procedure?
The notary should have told you, it's a simple adoption.
A matter of a few months.
And to hell with what others say.
I am free of any lineage.
My parents, I repudiated them, drove them out of my life.
That's why I want to do this madness with you.
You have to take me as I am.
Like an old child and proud of it.
Oh, my big baby.
Pierre-Ala in Farrère.
You heard him say it, didn’t you?
Yes.
That's what he wanted from the start, that's what he wants.
That man is evil.
Who but the devil could conceive something so perverse, so amoral?
It’s monstrous.
It seems it was madam who suggested the idea.
You haven’t seen the last of him.
He’s a bastard like I’ve rarely seen.
And I know how to spot them.
What’s so urgent
that you force me to cancel an appointment?
I want you to shut your door to Fantin for good.
Stop it, your jealousy is ridiculous.
As long as my father was alive, I said nothing.
And because I’m a widow, I have to be dependent?
Now I won’t let it happen anymore.
I’ll go to court if I have to.
But you can’t do that!
I’ll do what I have to do.
How can you?
What have you had in your life that didn’t come from me?
I’ll go all the way.
It’s my fault.
I spoiled you rotten.
Did you love me?
It's too late. We can’t save you from yourself anymore.
I’m sorry.
Sorry that you’re not cut out for this world.
You need to grow up.
You can write books, play the piano, OK.
But this world, Frédérique, no.
You don’t have the build for it.
She’ll never dare.
She’s too aware of the name she carries.
She can’t put herself on display before the court.
She wasn’t there.
She doesn’t go out much.
She lives like a potato in a cellar.
The court will be swarmed by journalists.
You need to prepare for the spectacle.
If you break the family's omertà, you compromise the brand.
They’ll want to make you feel guilty, to smear you.
Marianne is surrounded by killers.
What was I to her?
An accessory in the family photo?
She wasn’t even mean, she was absent.
No, absent isn’t right, she was indifferent.
That’s worse.
Can I lose her?
Yeah.
Will I hold up?
I’ll be there.
You’ll have to present a less austere image of yourself.
You have to suffer and people must see it.
It slipped out of my hands.
It’s nothing, I should have done it myself.
I didn’t love him.
I’m sorry, madam.
Madam, we brought this letter for you.
Dear Marianne,
I have filed a complaint against unknown persons for abuse of weakness against you.
Recently, you reproached me for not liking your friends.
That wouldn’t be a problem if it were a genuine friendship.
But that’s not the case,
given what I have personally observed
regarding comp...
There she is. And I can’t get her inside.
You’ll catch your death.
Are you there?
Are you repentant?
Come on, get in.
You’ll catch cold.
No, that’s what feels good.
Feeling the rain on your face.
The drops on your skin slide down your back.
As a little girl, I already loved that.
But it’s a bit much for you, isn’t it?
I like you, Jérôme.
I like your smile.
You try very hard.
What I do for you, I owe you that.
You made me what I’ve become.
You gave me a framework, an education and values.
All that hasn’t existed for a long time.
Did it ever exist?
Didn’t you have the idea of a hotel in Brittany?
Yes.
With my brother, yes.
Will we see the sea from the rooms?
Yes.
Give me my checkbook.
Give me my checkbook!
Did you see how we came in?
That silence.
An apparition.
You are a kind of Garbo, but accessible.
You are there,
in majesty,
smiling, serene, pleasant.
And above all, you silence all that nonsense about you being a recluse.
You are keeping her captive, so not Poitiers, but Neuilly.
Yes, that’s it.
A royalty with her page.
Her old page, my queen.
And above all, to hell with them.
To hell with you!
Your table is ready.
Thank you.
Look at us.
Do you think we match?
I don’t know, but in any case, we found each other.
To check my good mental health.
It’s terrible to have to go through this.
It makes no sense to subject me to these tests.
I am perfectly sound and have a sharp memory.
Don’t you feel it?
What then?
The air in this room.
It is full of memories.
Sometimes it carries me away.
Like a surge of memories.
Sometimes I blink for a second and flashes come back to me.
Frédérique playing the piano there.
She was lovely.
Doesn’t it ever happen to us?
Frédérique, you bribe the doctors.
They lie to me about the scans I don’t want to take.
This is a final warning.
I don’t even dare imagine the risk of a leak
which is growing more serious every day before interlocutors
which would only be a procedure
based on my alleged mental and intellectual deficiency is underway.
If you do not withdraw your complaint,
I will initiate revocation proceedings
for ingratitude regarding the donations I have made.
Grant me a minute, Frédérique.
I do not speak with you.
I do not want to hurt anyone.
There is enough money for everyone.
I wonder what you are making me say, Frédérique.
We can reach an arrangement.
Why cause a scandal?
Scandal is in your DNA, isn’t it?
The only possible arrangement is that you leave Marianne's life.
I have all these letters.
She authorized me to publish them.
People would discover another truth.
The only thing this will prove is that she is under your influence.
One cannot influence Marianne.
She has far too much personality.
Is there never anything true or sincere in what you say?
It is fascinating.
That money must be returned and you will return it
since it is now in the hands of justice.
At the expense of the recipient...
Come in, Jérôme.
Were you aware that the registration fees...
It is not the questions that must be memorized, but the answers.
In yellow you have the questions and in pink the answers.
Ah, I see.
Well then, ask me that question.
So, did you acquire in September 1998
a work by Odilon Redon, whose ownership will legally revert to Mr. Fantin
after your death?
Was this donation declared for tax purposes?
At the time,
my notary said that...
In compliance.
In compliance with customs.
And with the law to proceed
with the relevant declarations to the appropriate authorities.
Phew!
Shall we continue?
I cannot fall into their dirty hands, Jérôme.
Do you know the total amount of your donations to Pierre-Ala in Fantin?
Which ones?
All of them. The total, since you have known him.
I have no idea at all.
You paid him, Madame Farrère.
No more than others. But they keep quiet. He does not.
Don’t you think Mr. Fantin may have abused your friendship?
Come on!
I will answer your petty questions,
but as for financial means,
that kind of question does not occur to me.
Are you stubborn or do you not understand quickly?
One billion euros is a lot.
For you?
For everyone. For me, yes.
Well, work harder, Mr. Captain.
Is the driver on board?
Yes.
And the gardener?
No.
He refuses to testify against her.
That's a shame.
Am I right?
Do all this?
I would like you to encourage me.
Or should I go to bed and give it all up?
We didn't do all this to end up here.
She can't get to you through feelings.
Feelings she doesn't even have.
Why are you doing all this against Lilou? I don't understand.
What does it matter if she distributes her money?
She has already given you everything.
You are richer than she is!
It's not about money, my love.
Don't worry.
God only loves happy endings.
If it's not happy, it's not the end.
It's good that you're back on the board.
Thanks to the shareholders.
Thanks to the company.
And thanks to the family. It moved me.
You don't have to move me. I don't have to move you.
What I do, you know very well I don't do it against you.
I do it against him.
Attacking Pierre-Ala in is attacking me.
No, it's not too late, Mr. Jérôme.
I don't think the timing is right, sir.
It's always a pleasure to see you, Jérôme,
but let me give you a small relationship tip.
In the future you will say: good morning sir, how are you?
Then you will go inform madam of my presence.
Madam is lying in her room.
Yes, how am I?
Good morning sir, how are you?
Very well, thank you. In her room, you say? Perfect.
Would you be kind enough to put some petrol in my moped?
I've already told you that's not my job, sir.
You can shove your heap of junk up your ass.
I hear you!
So?
Going to bed, my little darling?
You weren't supposed to come tonight.
And your evening?
Boring, I left early to see you.
I'm sleepy.
I had a rough day at the office, I have a terrible migraine.
I was almost asleep.
I came into your life too late not to make up for lost time.
Do you realize I'm going to exhibit in Frankfurt?
Thanks to you!
I'm very happy about it.
But not now. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow evening, if you want.
I will feel better.
Ah, I didn't bring my Leica, what a pity.
The little sunset of the queen.
- You're a child. - I hope so.
Ah, I spotted a small drawing by Goya.
A very beautiful, very black ink. Very good opportunity.
34 by 40, for you or for me.
I still have a bit of space next to the Fragonard in the bathroom.
Tomorrow!
You'll tell me about it tomorrow.
I don't sleep with my checkbook under my pillow.
Oh really?
Is it true?
Where is the checkbook?
Where is it? Is it there?
Where is it?
Checkbook!
Where is it?
I'll find it.
Oh!
Uh!
See you tomorrow.
Do you believe in signs, Jérôme?
Not really.
But a solar eclipse, what does it mean?
It means...
that he'll come back?
You don't like Mr. Fantin, do you?
No. He's a scoundrel.
But wouldn't you report him to the police?
Madam.
You were missed last night.
The choir was magnificent.
A choir?
It was full.
I was sitting next to Frédérique's son.
It had been a long time since I had seen him.
He was fine. Tall, elegant.
Thank you very much.
It's okay.
Yes, sir, I'm very well, thank you.
We don't ask you for your news, Jérôme.
Ah, sorry.
Fantin, you took 120 million to put into the new foundation.
What bothers me most is that the Spielmans are reporting us.
Do you think Frédérique is capable of that?
I don't know how far she is capable of going.
She is ready to kill Marianne.
We're going to put that account in Singapore.
So, the second check is the budget minister.
He also needs to be helped.
But if Frédérique ever managed to place you under guardianship,
if you sign this, the judge will be obliged to appoint me as guardian.
That would allow me to buy the boat of my dreams.
When she was younger, Frédérique was jealous.
But she loved me.
I don't trust Jérôme.
Jérôme?
The third check is for the president.
Let's start again.
Mr. President, I supported your election with pleasure.
I will continue to help you personally.
I have serious problems with Mrs. Frédérique Spielman
which may have consequences for my company.
Therefore, for the country's economy.
Marianne, do we agree?
Yes, yes, yes.
Understand that times have changed.
No one is interested anymore in the tragedies of kings.
Finished.
We live in the age of victims.
Our job is to make you a victim.
If everything goes well, what will remain of Frédérique's complaint?
And a coffee for the young lady.
Don't say anything, I'm not declared.
We can't do without that.
What I'm about to tell you should not go through Pierre-Ala in.
I got the Élysée.
And the Élysée told me that the prosecutor
would announce that Frédérique's request was inadmissible.
So, case closed. There you go.
And these tapes, did you give them to us?
Why?
What do you want?
Money?
No, but I'm not doing this to get anything.
Do you know that this kind of practice is considered a criminal offense?
That's what you asked me for, right?
We didn't ask you for anything, Jérôme.
Do you realize you risked acting
against Mrs. Farrère's interests?
No, I want to protect her.
I couldn't just do nothing.
But I trust you.
Whatever use you make of these tapes,
I will accept the consequences.
I just want Mr. Fantin
and all those who abuse her to end up in court,
full force.
She will be untouchable.
I don't care, I'll take everything on myself.
That means nothing.
Anyway, you know what you're doing, these wiretaps are a bomb.
It's going to blow up in our faces.
You're scared.
Listen to me, you won't be able to go back.
If you want a divorce, get a divorce.
Don't be ridiculous, Frédérique.
I'm with you, but think about it.
What will Marianne's life be like after this?
And that of the company, your father's memory?
The political mess, the chaos it will cause.
We'll be left naked!
Taxes, offshore accounts, shame, newspapers.
And our son's future.
Well, that will wash everything away.
We'll pay and start over.
Are you okay, Dad?
Mrs. Spielman.
You are both in custody.
On what grounds?
Because of a complaint filed against you for abuse of weakness.
Concerning Mrs. Marianne Farrère.
Thank you.
You can go to class. I informed Marianne about dinner.
No, no, I'm not going, I'm coming with you.
We're following you.
Where does this initiative come from?
Is the president aware?
What do we do, madam?
I don't know.
How do you explain Mrs. Spiel man's hostility towards you?
Frédérique Spielman believes I stole her position,
but that position did not exist.
And all that money, colossal.
Why so much?
And why, at some point, not stop?
It was like a never-ending novel,
like something absolute.
And you never had the idea of handing his tapes over to Mr. Fantin?
No.
I'm not a blackmailer.
You risk a year in prison, you know that?
I never opened my hotel.
I didn't take any money, nothing.
What they said isn't true.
I couldn't find any other place.
Every door closed.
I had become the house snitch.
No one trusts me anymore.
And there's nothing that disgusts me more than that, nothing.
Our story fascinates all of France.
You managed to avoid the dogs?
Yes, I could easily have killed one or two,
since according to you I'm a murderer.
On one of the magnetic tapes of your traitorous valet,
you say that you're afraid I'll kill you.
Did I say that?
And that shocked you?
No.
It's even more novelistic.
So, what do we do now?
A trip?
Very far away, far from the Pack.
To Chile, right? Or Outer Mongolia?
Apparently they have magnificent Stalinist architecture.
Ah no, I know what we're going to do.
We're going to create a scholarship
for all those young people who want to do things but are prevented
by a bourgeoisie in suits and ties
because they're fags, Black, Arab, white, who knows.
That's a lot of people.
Yes.
But we don't need anyone.
You and me.
You look tired, my darling.
I've taken a few blows.
It's a crazy story, isn't it?
We'll forget all this?
Justice. During the closing arguments
at the Paris criminal court.
The prosecutor requested this morning a sentence
of two years in prison without parole against
photographer Pierre-Ala in Fantin.
Frédéric Spiel man's lawyers
are demanding 120 million euros in damages from him,
as well as the restitution of part of his real estate assets
to the Windler heiress, Madame Marianne Farrère.
They can keep their dirty money.
People often say "he died penniless" as if it were a catastrophe.
On the contrary, I think it's very good timing.
I'm feeling dizzy, Raphaël.
I'm here.
I don't want to go to prison.
I have something to tell you.
- The communications consultants are here. - No need.
Always look a little above people's heads.
Will you help me?
Of course.
We'll help you. We love you.
Be wary of everyone.
Even us.
I'll learn.
Thank you.
I will proceed with the reading of the document.
Only the main points. Let's walk.
Madame Marianne Farrère agrees to accept guardianship,
which no longer authorizes her to freely dispose of her assets
and her money as she pleases.
Further on?
It is Mr. Charles Spielman
who is appointed guardian of Mrs. Farrère and general administrator of her companies.
Let's see what concerns Mr. Fantin.
This agreement stipulates that Mr. Pierre-Ala in Fantin
will retain all the gifts made by Mrs. Farrère,
amounting to 700 million euros.
On condition that there no longer be any direct or indirect communication
between Mrs. Farrère and Mr. Fantin.
This agreement puts an end to all legal proceedings
on the part of Mrs. Frédérique Spielman,
both with regard to Mrs. Farrère and Mr. Fantin.
Let's sign.
Wait!
What's wrong? Have you come to ask for my forgiveness?
No. What I did, I…
What you did, you did for yourself.
Now, have you found what you were looking for?
I just want us to see each other again. That's all.
What do you want me to say?
That I love you?
But I don't know if I love you.
I have no idea.
Marianne Farrère and Frédéric Spielman have grown closer again
to put an end to the conflicts that disrupted their family life
and decided to turn toward the future.
The decision that Frédérique and I made,
is for me a source of hope.
This aunt finally lets us rediscover family harmony.
Madame Marianne Farrère et Madame Frédérique.
Spielman will make no further comment.
And now wish to live in complete serenity.
Did you talk to Marianne?
No.
Only third parties.
Voices I don't know.
It's blocking it,
as if she were dead and no one said it.
It's okay.
We can live with the dead.
Ah!
How are you, my Lilou?
Come closer.
Will you leave me?
Hello.
How are you?
- Good, and you? - Sit down.
I'm happy to see you.
But what are you doing here?
I have papers for you to sign.
Yes, later, you'll explain to me.
Where did you find a shirt like that?
It's very white.
Is it linen?
Are you going to stay a few days?
No, I can't. I just came to kiss you.
I have to go to Dubai.
Oh really?
Because all the rooms are free.
- Madam? - I'm going to take a little swim.
Sorry, do you mind if I go lie down?
Fifteen minutes?
It's the medication, with this heat.
Are you feeling unwell?
Don't worry about me, I'm unstoppable.
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