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It was like a rule,
every year.

Max, Simon, and I

would work it out to go off
for a few days just us guys.

No wives.

Yeah: As bachelors.

We wouldn't have missed it
for the world.

Getting back to nature;
to life in the wilderness.

Well, "wilderness"...

Lunchtime!

We took care of our bodies,
of our souls.

But we had some fun too.

It was like a mini-retirement.

No, not that.

Somewhere to
take a step back.

Right. So,
obviously, somewhere...

Isolated.

Right, right. Somewhere that
lends itself to introspection.

Yes. Somewhere a man
can get some thinking done.

That's what I just said.

Right, right.

-Like a forced wellness retreat.
-Well put.

-Don't move!
-The three of us were as one.

Smile, smile!

We sang "Les Parisiennes" songs...

Never had a problem.

Not a cloud in the sky.

We were made
to be together.

Like we had always
known each other.

Right. We fit together.

A great friendship
is like a great love.

And without the squabbles.

That's...

Next year...
If everything goes well.

I'm not a fan of grandiloquent
phrases, but for 35 years,

it's true that...
Well, yeah.

And then, this...
How do I put this...

-This event happened.
-No, not an "event," Paul.

OK, a serious event,
if you prefer.

It was a drama.
A tragedy, even.

A tough situation.

No, it was a tragedy.

When something tragic happens,

we say, "a tragedy."
That's how I see it.

OUR WIVES

-Well, you...
-What, me? Say it!

-I'm telling you!
-Weakly...

No, I'm telling you:
"It's a tragedy."

Mrs. Prévin,
room 7.

Mrs. Stella Prévin,
room 7.

Mr. Dumontier,
room 3.

You'll be seeing
Dr. Andreani.

Hello.

Hello.

The toilet tank has a leak.

It's really annoying.

"Drip, drip, drip."
It drives me nuts.

I don't know about you,
but me

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Dr. Andreani.

That's me.

I can't call a plumber
just for that.

So. Show me these x-rays.

Max is a very good radiologist.

Aye, yai yai...

Although, if I may say so,

I'd say he can sometimes be
a little too frank with his patients.

That's not good,
but at your age, it's normal.

Such is life.

-It must hurt, too.
-Oh, la la!

-Yes...
-It's not going to get better.

That's how it is.

Ow!

Paul is a very good rheumatologist.

His one fault
is that he's overly optimistic.

-Ow!
-No, no...

-It doesn't hurt.
-Yes, it does.

It doesn't hurt.

With what I'm going to give you,
you'll be prancing about in no time.

You said that two months ago.

I'm not prancing.

Your radiologist said
there's no hope.

Balderdash!

Here.

Simon started from nothing.

He was in shampoos,
and now

he owns two highly-successful
hair salons.

I'll get Simon.

Simon?
Ms. Figari just arrived.

Ah, great. If I were you,
I'd go very short.

A nice little crew-cut.

Marvelous!

We'll do some highlights.

You did one last week.

Very light;
just a splash of sunlight.

Are you sure?

I like it like this,
which means all men will.

Well, OK.

Simon has a small flaw:

he mixes up
clients and conquests.

Just like he mixes up
receipts and benefits.

That's his affair.

Paul can't go 100 yards
without his car.

That explains
his back pain.

He feels it's not related, but...

Max bikes everywhere.

He's a cycling fiend,
rain or shine,

it's always bicycle this,
bicycle that.

Simon feels that his high tax bill
permits him to

drive in the bus lane.

-I never understood that.
-Forget it.

For Christ's sake!

Karine, darling?

Estelle?

Honey?

Fatima?

Karine?

Karine, are you home?

Paul is married to Karine.

He has a 22-year-old daughter,
Pascaline, and a son..

Antonin?

Hey!

Pascaline?

Pascaline?

-Are you studying?
-Yeah.

-Have you seen your mother?
-No, she must be sleeping.

Hello, Fatima.

Hello, Mr. Max.

Fatima, why are you vacuuming?

I do the vacuuming.

I finished early, Mr. Max.

But when I gave you
your scans back,

I told you it's not good
for your back.

Let me do it.
I like to vacuum.

You're too nice,
but I like it, too.

Max lives alone. He's a romantic.
He's still looking for his ideal.

Which explains his rather brief
love affairs.

Go home, relax...

The only woman he's been seeing

very long
is his cleaning lady.

If only every boss
were as nice as you...

-Goodbye, Fatima.
-Goodbye, Mr. Max.

Goodbye.

Karine is a quiet, discreet woman.
Very much a homebody.

-Are you going to bed?
-Yes.

She loves curling up
with a good book and being calm.

-It's not too early for bed?
-No.

When did you eat?

Around 7:00

And what did you eat?

An apple.

So... What's new?

Nothing.

And the kids?

Good...

I think...

I'm going to Max's.

I might get home late.

That's fine.

I'll be asleep.

OK. I'm going.

-You didn't ring?
-I did.

-You rang?
-Yeah.

I didn't hear it.

-Is Simon here?
-Not yet.

There.

What makes you think
I agree?

That's funny.

Where the hell is he?

We spoke this morning.

He'll come.

-Call him?
-You call.

No, I'll get upset.

It's not a big deal.

9 o'clock
means 9 o'clock.

9:05, 9:10...

At least say
you'll be late.

-You don't just leave people...
-We're not "people."

You know what I think?

No.

He's fighting with Estelle again.

They had all day to fight.

Maybe she's mad about
him coming.

So what do we care?

If he wants to stay home and fight
that's his choice.

She is a pain.

She's difficult.

Not difficult.
A huge pain in the ass.

Just because things aren't going well
for you..

What?

With Magali...

What, with Magali?

It's over!

What?
No it's not.

She moved out.

So what?

Ups and downs.

Admit that you're not
patient or tactful.

You never forgive anything,
even if

-you love her.
-I'm playing it by ear.

I don't have a million other offers.
When she calls, I'm nice.

I'm making an effort.

But then it stops working.

She makes a big scene
over nothing.

We got in a fight because I said
we hadn't replaced Nougaro.

I agree with her.

It's OK to disagree.

I don't agree.

It's possible to disagree
respectfully.

I respect.

"Yeah, you only like
dead singers..."

-Is it my fault he's dead?
-No.

You, though,

it's clear as day.

-Me?
-Yes, you.

-Are you happy?
-Yes, I am.

Kids, grandkids...

It's nice.

But our relationship
is less dynamic.

We've kind of fallen asleep
with all the peacefulness.

Whereas with Magali,
it's more like war.

If I go out alone,
I must be cheating.

It's that simple for her.

That's why we're not living
together anymore.

But we're still together.

You do things backward.
First you live together,

then you separate,
but you're still together.

Can't you see
why she doesn't feel stable?

When I would go out
for a night with you guys

she'd wait for me.

2 in the morning,
she'd be wide awake.

-She'd smell me.
-What?

With her nose.
She'd sniff me.

To see if she could smell
perfume or soap.

Soap?

Yeah. Some guys take showers
after...

It's stupid.

Soap as proof? If you're out all
night you don't smell.

But you never...

Never.

Not ever.

I've been with a lot of women,

but never cheated.

With Magali, jealousy isn't
a disease;

it's a second skin.

Suspicion is like breathing
for her.

I'm lucky in that regard.

Karine is pretty chill.

-Yeah?
-She's not suspicious

at all.
It doesn't occur to her.

Did you ever...?

You know me.
I'm not like that.

That said...

I'm not bragging.
Since we've been married,

it never took a superhuman effort.

To be honest, the opportunity
never presented itself.

But if it did...

If it did...

No.

With patients?

My patients are my patients.
It's a code.

I'm not a barman
at a swinger's club.

Too bad.

And now,
at my age...

You know...

No, what worries me

is now that Pascaline
is out of med school,

she spends more time going out
than working.

She's pretty;
she's successful...

She's been avoiding us
for a while now.

-I feel like...
-Don't you want to call Simon?

Ah, there.

It's Magali.

Answer.

I turned off my cell phone,
so I'm not answering the land line.

You've reaching Max Andreani.
Leave a message.

You're such a coward,
hiding behind your voicemail.

I talk to it
more than I do to you.

I had something important
to tell you, but...

It's ridiculous.

I don't know about all this.

See ya.

Be nice. Call her back.

Christ, Simon.
We said 9, not 9:50.

Did something happen?

What happened?

Huh?

-What's up with him?
-I don't know.

Hey! Simon!

-Hey!
-He's here. That's what counts.

No, it's not.

Look at him!

Simon?

What happened?

-...Estelle.
-Uh...

Articulate.

I killed Estelle.

That's your excuse?
Seriously?

No. I killed her.

Estelle?
You killed her?

Why? Where?
When? How?

At my house, 45 minutes ago,
with my hands.

-Cut her throat?
-Strangled.

-What's this from?
-Cherries.

What are you talking about?
You were dreaming.

-No, I wasn't.
-He got drunk.

He reeks of alcohol.
He's just rambling.

I swear it's true.

Simon, you're not a violent guy.

No, he's not.

You never hit her...

Have you?

Cut it out
and tell us the truth.

I am telling the truth!

We got in a fight.
I strangled; I broke her neck.

I had never laid a hand on her.

But I lost control.

I squeezed and squeezed,
and when I let go...

No way...

-Oh, shit.
-Oh, shit.

-Christ.
-It's...

This is a nightmare.

A nightmare!

Oh, my God.

It's not true.

It's not true.

Oh, Simon.

But you're sure she's...

-Oh, Christ.
-Why me?

I can't believe it.

He couldn't have...

What do we do?

I don't know.

Simon?

-Where is she?
-She's dead.

The body. He didn't have time
to organize the funeral.

-I'm crazy.
-Simon, where is she?

There...

On the rug in the living room.

You left her like that?

-Max, give me a pill.
-Of what?

Something.
Anything.

-Where are they?
-This is all I have.

Be careful.
They're strong.

-Are you nuts? That's lithium.
-Spit it out.

Spit it out.

-I said I need it.
-It's lithium. Spit.

-No way.
-How could you?

-How could you?
-If I had known...

I can't... Strangling...
That takes a while.

-What do you mean?
-Strangling someone

takes time.
You have time to see,

and realize what you're doing.

Well, not me!

What have I done?

Why me?

Estelle...

I'm sorry for ruining
our evening.

What were you fighting about?

No..

I like it when it lasts
a long time.

Yes? OK.

Kiss.

Am I interrupting?

-I didn't hear you come in.
-I know.

Who was that?

-A girlfriend.
-Right.

You think I'm an idiot?

Hidden number,
of course.

-You're paranoid.
-Who is this friend?

Go play cards.
Leave me alone.

Hello?

No, I don't want to change it.
Leave us alone!

Please stop lying?

I'm going out tonight.

-With who?
-Zip me up. With friends.

-You don't know them.
-Strange. I never know them.

Just come sometime.

You'd be screwed
if I did come.

Right, right.

Now tell me
who that was.

What are you going to do?
Beat her up?

If I did the same
with your whores...

-What whores?
-Leave me alone.

You can't talk to me like that.

Oh, I'm so scared.

Answer me.
Who was it?

You're bruising me.

-Asshole!
-You'll be less of a slut.

Do it again
and I'll kill you.

She smacked me! So...

Look...

-He has a case.
-A case?

And legitimate self-defense, too?

Someone hits you,
you hit back.

If it's a woman,
you don't hit back.

I mean...
He didn't beat Estelle.

He's not violent.
It's a fight that got out of hand.

No, that's when you push someone

and they hit their head on a corner.

But strangling
is strangling.

Are you sure she didn't just
black out?

Well...

Did you try

-to revive her?
-Of course.

Estelle!

Estelle!

Estelle?

Why didn't you go to the cops?

That's the first thing

you do. Call the cops.

-Want us to do it?
-No.

Yes.

-You have to go to the cops.
-No.

Too late for an ambulance.

-So we call the cops.
-No.

You show up,

you tell them what happened,
nice and calm.

No, not calm.

He should be upset.

Tell them, regretfully,

how it happened.
We'll be there.

We'll support you.

How?

We'll say they had problems,

that things were difficult.

People will say
she was emotionally disturbed.

We'll be there for you.

I don't want to go to prison.

You'll get out.

Don't lie.
He'd stay at least

until the trial.

Maybe 18 months.

With a good defense,
he won't get much.

No way.

With a really good lawyer.
Maybe even a famous one.

A killer.

A shark.

One who can convince
a jury that he's the victim.

Cut it out.
Don't you realize?

Every year it's all about
battered women.

Posters, films...

All the feminists will come out
against me.

It's 10 years minimum.

10 years is a lot,
but you know,

it's never really ten.

It's ten on paper.

With good behavior...

And besides,
she's dead.

You have to be strong.

I'm not strong.

I don't want to be.

What should we do?

-Cigarette?
-You're smoking now?

I killed my wife!

Give me a cigarette!

I don't have any.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

You have to decide.

-You want to run?
-Where?

-Run.
-I heard.

-But where?
-Out of the country.

Somewhere with no
extradition treaty.

Are you nuts?

He doesn't want to go
to prison.

I don't blame him.
Who wants to go to prison?

With the drugs, the bosses...

Not to mention
the showers...

We can't do that.

We have morals.

Our role is to help him
any way we can.

I'll speak badly about

Estelle, because I think it.

But to help him escape...

I don't want to run.

My life is here.

I have two successful salons.

I have a house and pool
that took 25 years

to pay off; 3 cars;
a boat...

I can't just run.

Simon!

Come back down to Earth.

You killed your wife.

Your soulmate.

Your wife.

We can judge her,
criticize her,

but she's your wife,
not a burglar.

Hang on.

You want to help me?

Of course

we want to help you.

Right, Paul?

Of course.

Come here.

When were we supposed to meet?

At 9:00.

So I got here at 9:00.

Say that again.

I arrived at 9:00.

If I got here at 9:00
I can't be a suspect.

Start over.

I got here at 9:00

so it couldn't have been me.

Estelle died between
9:15 and 9:20.

So if I got here at 9:00

it can't be me.

To get here at 9...

To be here at 9...

To be here at 9:00

I would have had to leave at

20:30 at the latest.

What, you...

You want us to lie?

By 45 minutes?

That's not much.

-I don't believe it.
-You can't ask us that.

I'd prefer not to have to,

but I am.

Max, what do you say?

Nothing.
This is huge.

I don't have anything to say.

I'm still processing.

Max, we're friends!

We're friends,

but friendship has its limits.

You can't ask for everything.

You can't just say "friends"

like it's some magic word.

What happened to me

could happen to anyone.

That's not true.

When I get upset,
I yell,

maybe I punch the door,

and maybe I go outside
for some air.

But that's it.

I control myself.

Or you're crazy.

You're sick.

-Paul, my Paul.
-Well, I...

I'm like him.

This is all very shocking.

Give me some time
to get my bearings.

OK.

What I did is unforgivable,

but I can't rot in a prison cell.

I'm warning you...

I'll kill myself.
You'd have my death on your hands.

-Seriously?
-That's blackmail.

You've gotta help me.

Do you realize what you're
asking?

I know.

It's not easy.

What if someone saw you leave?

-No one did.
-How can you be sure?

I looked.

The nearest neighbors
are 200 yards away.

You know that.

Not many cars go by.

And when you got here?

-So?
-It wasn't 9:00

It'd have to be a neighbor
who's always

spying on people,
and checking the time.

It's a risk.

Of course it's a risk.

-Look!
-It won't happen.

If you say I was here,
they won't dig deeper.

That's true.

I don't agree.

Really?

No.

Great.

I'm disappointed.

You'll never be as disappointed
as me.

Max...

Don't pressure me.

Do as you want

but it's a no for me.

You said what you think.

Let's go around and present
some more arguments.

This could have happened to you.

You're always arguing
with Magali.

You never thought
you could hurt her?

-Sure.
-Ah!

But it never became reality.

There's many things
I could have done

-and didn't.
-And you, Paul?

I wouldn't have started off
like you.

Being married
has its limits.

We have a right to a certain
intimacy in a relationship.

I respect my wife.

And respect means trust.

If you found out
Karine was cheating on you?

I wouldn't be happy.
I would be devastated.

I'd react badly,

but not violently.

It's not in my DNA.
I'm a doctor at heart.

I'm a healer,
not a destroyer.

I am too!

You heal?

I'm a radiologist.
I heal, a little.

I guess I was wrong
to come to two perfect men.

I never said I was perfect.

But I think...

covering for you
wouldn't necessarily help you.

Could you live with that
on your conscience?

I couldn't.

-Paul?
-I'm thinking.

Don't pressure me.

I'd love to lie to help you,

but if they prove

it's you,
then I'm guilty, too.

No!

You just covered for an old friend.

Assuming they catch me.

You want to make them think
it was a stranger?

Yes.

Why not?

Our home was broken into
3 years ago.

Remember?

In the middle of the night.
They came in through

the window.
We never even heard them.

So imagine it happens again,

but Estelle was alone.

Max?

It's possible.

You asked me before,
and I answered.

Now you're asking again.
You want to know?

-Yes.
-Same answer.

Oh!

Shit...

Oh, man!

With friends like you...

Thanks.

Well, I...

I thought that

the definition of a true friend

was someone you could
call at 3:00 am

and say,
"I committed a crime,"

and they offer to help you
bury the body.

But if the body is your wife,

it's not the same thing.

I knew Estelle.

And I liked her.

-Huh?
-What?

Do you hear this, Paul?

What a hypocrite.

Two minutes ago you
thought badly of her.

-Paul? Didn't he?
-Yes.

You said, "I could speak badly of her
because I think it."

So...

In your view, we can just remove
everyone we don't like

from the world
so that the air will be better.

Excuse me, but if being your friend

means supporting
your murderous impulses

or implementing that kind of justice,
then no.

He's not wrong on the...

I'm tired of this, Paul.
Pick a side.

You can't agree
with everyone.

What do I think?
That's simple.

-You're right!
-Ah!

And...

He's right about
some things.

That's so you.

You always want to bring everyone

-together.
-Yes.

And you want to divide

because that's how you are, Max.

Who's that?

-The door.
-I know, but who?

-Are you expecting someone?
-No.

What is it?

Rapid lunch.

-What'd he say?
-I ordered pizzas.

What for?

To eat.

Oh, duh.

-Hello.
-Hello, sir.

Simon?

That'll be 36.50
please.

-Simon?
-Yes.

I'm here.

Open up.

Open up!

What are you doing?

I thought it was
the cops.

I was stuck.
There's no doorknob.

Look out,
hot pizza coming through!

-What'd you get?
-One of each for everyone.

Margherita,
veggie,

-and...
-Ham and cheese.

We can't eat now.

As for the wine,

I have an Angélus 2006.

Or we skip alcohol,
but it'd be a shame.

Ow!

-Where?
-The lumbars.

-L4, L5.
-Sit down.

-Sitting is the worst.
-Can I ask you something?

You should stretch.

Cross one leg.

Lean slowly toward the ground.

Max?

-Max?
-See,

-nothing doing.
-A bag of ice?

Can you take a look
at the L5?

-If you can...
-Bend over.

-Max?
-L5.

-Yes, that.
-L4...

Stop by the office
for some x-rays.

-Max, I'm asking you a question.
-What?

Remember what happened
12 years ago?

When you quit your job

to open your
radiology center.

Remember?

That's great!
You're gonna get rich!

If it doesn't work,
I'm up to my neck in debt.

Two things always work:
Food and medicine.

Paul?

Paul?

You know what I did?

You wrote him a check.

You've told me already.

50,000 euros
till you start making money.

The most painful
is your butt.

I wrote him a check
for 50,000 euros.

50,000?

50k!

-I swear.
-I adore her.

This bimbo, honestly..

ANGELUS 2006

Max...

Max?

You never asked me.

I lent you 50,000 euros.

But I made you sign
a document,

and I paid you back in full.

And what did you do
when you took the check?

-Maybe I hugged you.
-Yes, you did.

You gave me a big hug,
and I was surprised.

Next you'll say
I kissed you.

You can't compare
lending money

to lying under oath.

When you give,
you give.

You, you give, and then
you count up what you gave.

The money I lent you:

I didn't have it.

So according to you,

friendship is like
insurance for hard times?

We get together, play cards,
have fun,

lend each other money,
like paying into a rainy-day fund.

We'll be covered
just in case.

-He didn't say that.
-Yes he did.

All I'm asking

is to say we met here..

This wine is great.

2006 was a...

What?

Simon?

Hey?

Simon?

Is he gonna
kick the bucket?

-What's wrong?
-Simon?

-Simon?
-What is it?

Is it a stroke?

Hey!

Is it a stroke??

I don't know!
I'm a rheumatologist!

-Is it a heart attack?
-Simon, come back.

Simon?

Calm down.

-Do we call an ambulance?
-No.

Is he dead?

He drank 30 ounces of booze,

he took I don't know how many
pills...

Enough to knock out a rhino.

Of course he isn't
dancing around.

Let's move him

to your room.
He's heavy.

Christ!

Ow.
Right in the nuts.

Simon didn't wake up
till the next day.

-It was just the two of us.
-Yes.

We had to make
a tough choice.

All the harder
since we

weren't sure he
told us the truth.

-So?
-No.

-No?
-No, I don't agree.

Because you decided
not to agree with me.

I'm sorry,
but the crust was too thick,

the spices were not great,
the ham was too dry...

I'm not saying it was inedible:
I ate it.

But it doesn't compare
to pizzas I make.

That's true.

-Want any more?
-No, thanks, I'm on a diet.

All right.

You're washing up?

I'm not going
to leave it all.

Isn't your maid coming?

Yes, tomorrow,
but I do it better than her.

I'll be done fast.

-Can I help?
-No, it helps me relax.

-It helps you relax?
-Yeah.

I like things being tidy.

I'd rather do it.

Then why have a maid?

Because I've had her
for 15 years...

See? Done already.

My back hurts.

Is it normal to hurt so bad?

You're a rheumatologist.

Cobblers always have
the worst shoes.

For me, it's my legs.

Squatting gives me these
shooting pains.

-In the lumbar area?
-Everywhere.

I get this tingling each morning.
What's that?

Call my secretary.
Make an appointment.

"Call my secretary.
Make an appointment."

Is he still asleep?

Can't you hear him?

-Did you think it over?
-Yes. Well, no.

You?

I think we should call
the police.

Right now?

If not now, when?

I understand
we can't cover for him.

But this is going a step further.

Not lying
means telling the truth.

Telling the truth means
turning him in.

If you say nothing,
it's lying.

Not true.
Not speaking isn't the same as lying.

When they ask us
when he got here,

let's tell the truth:
9:50.

Strictly speaking,
that's not turning him in.

He could have been
doing

-something else at the time.
-True.

Next question:

How was your friend behaving?

Did he tell you anything?
What are you going to say?

I have no idea.

If you say the evening went normally,
it's a lie.

Simon told us
exactly what he did.

When he did it, how,
and why he did it.

My reasoning is
purely logical.

I need...
You're moving too fast.

When, then?

Nothing.
You're the one proposing ideas.

You want to turn him in.

If they come for him,
he won't even realize.

He's still knocked out.

They lock him up,
and we're done with him?

Our job is done?
Great.

Do I look happy about it?

Half the things
you do in life,

it's not because
you want to,

it's because you have to.

But still:
it's SImon.

It's not so clear cut.

You see
mitigating circumstances?

Obviously.

First of all, he's my friend.

-Mine too.
-Yours? I'm starting to wonder.

But he is mine!

Second,
and this one is objective:

He acted impulsively.

It wasn't premeditated.

Admit it.

So he acted impulsively.

We'll take that
into account.

No one's saying otherwise.

But that's his lawyer's job.

We'll make sure
to get an excellent one

that will help him.

You know very well even the best
lawyers aren't miracle-workers.

Simon will confess to it.

From that point on,
it's over.

A guy who kills his wife
is the lowest of the low.

-Yes or no?
-Yes.

Simon isn't that bad.

-What?
-I wouldn't be so sure.

The least we can say
is that tonight

he showed us
a new side of him.

He never killed anyone
before.

It's not a new side.
He told us the truth.

That's exactly the problem.

But why?

Why did he tell us the truth?

Why?

Maybe because
he needs us.

He kills his wife,
and then what?

He comes straight here.

Isn't that telling?

He didn't come here
to get it off his chest.

He came for an alibi.

And I'm pretty much sure
he got rid of any evidence

at his house.

If we follow your logic,

you're telling me
he planned all this?

That's a serious accusation.

You think he's playing us?

That he's using us?

It's quite strange
to kill your wife

and then go to your friend's house
for cards.

It's still a sign
that he had

some control
over the situation.

I can understand, "I didn't know
what I was doing."

But he didn't totally
lose his head.

The idea to claim
that he showed up here

at 9:00 and not 9:50:

That wasn't your idea;

it wasn't mine;
it was his.

He's the one
who asked us.

You think he had the idea
before he showed up?

I don't know.

You think he really wanted
to murder Estelle?

I don't know.
I'm exploring hypotheses.

But it's still Simon.

What does that mean,
"It's still Simon"?

Let's stick to the facts.

We know him.

That's weak, inadmissible evidence.

You know people
to a certain point.

-Not after 35 years.
-After 35 years,

I can tell you that
Simon is very clever,

very intelligent,

and has very few
mood swings.

He's so successful in life

because he knows
how to use people.

-Are you jealous of his success?
-No.

I'm not jealous,
just making an observation.

Estelle has every imaginable
defect,

OK, but him?

Is he completely blameless?

He was unfaithful?
Maybe he had a fling, but...

He went through some hard times.

You're quite forgiving.

I'm not forgiving.
You're...

You don't let anything by.

He made some mistakes,
sure.

But in a marriage
with that many problems,

you're allowed

to have some fun
to unwind.

But it wasn't just
a few times.

He can never resist a woman.

As soon as he gets the chance...

And in his line of work,
there's always a chance.

Don't be so stubborn, Paul.

You know who we're dealing with.

Use your mind.

I'm using my mind
and my gut.

I am, too.

-Not in the same proportions.
-Too bad.

Maybe he was lying.

How's that?

He was...

I'm not going in.
I don't want to see a dead body.

Have you not seen a corpse
in your work?

I've signed burial permits,
but I don't love doing it.

I just want to be sure
he's not lying.

-Are you convinced?
-What do we do?

We leave.

-Shit.
-Cops?

It's flashing;
it must be the cops.

Maybe it's an ambulance.

Slow down.

It's not an ambulance.
Happy now?

Maybe it's not for us.

-Speed up.
-You think?

Speed up.

-Oh, shit!
-Pull over!

They know who we are by our plates

Failure to report,

aiding and abetting

a murderer...

We'll get 15 years
with your

"but it's still Simon!"

We shouldn't have come.

Put on your flashers.

Let me do the talking.

So you lie to the cops.

What about Karine?

And Pascaline,
and your son?

-What will you tell them?
-Same as the cops.

One version.

I'm not going to tell them
I went along with it.

Don't look at me like that.

I don't tell Karine
everything.

We don't share a brain.

Have you lied?

Of course.
Tons of times.

Tons of times?

Yes, I lie, of course.
You never lie?

-No.
-I'm a good liar.

I'm great at lying.

If I tell Karine
what Simone did,

it'll crush her.

-So?
-I don't want that,

so I'll lie.

You can keep looking at Simon

like nothing happened?

Keep playing cards with him?

Go out to eat with him?

Joke around?

Laugh at his jokes?

Great.

Maybe it won't be
like before.

I can't see the future.

I'm not saying this is trivial.

It's shocking, it's horrible.

-I see that.
-Well, good.

But part of friendship
is forgiveness.

If we had really been his friends,

we wouldn't have let him marry

Estelle.
That would have been better.

What was your first impression
of her?

It was good.

Great. For me,
I thought she was a horrible choice.

I didn't like her from the moment
I saw her.

She had three inches
of makeup on,

a leopard-print skirt this short.

Simon was thrilled
to strut around with her on his arm

and show her off.

"She's a knockout; I'm gonna marry
her and have kids with her!"

And what did I tell you?

I don't know.

Why the hell are they together?

-And what did you say?
-I don't remember.

"They love each other!"

-I said that?
-Yes, you said that.

I tell you: From the start
they didn't love each other.

Not her; not him.

She married him for the money.

And he married her to impress us.

So we'd think,
"How'd he get that bombshell?"

He married her because
all he cares about is showing off!

When he bailed me out

it was so he would look good.

Everything he does
for himself

is not to be happy,

but to impress other people.

Us. And the result is that

she cheated on him,
she broke his balls,

she spent his money,

she didn't give him a kid,
so finally he knocked her off!

-That's it!
-Max, we're talking about Simon!

If it was you, you'd want us
to take time to think it over.

Having convictions is good.

Congratulations.

But we're people here.

It's never black and white.

Oh, no. Paul, spare me.

Forgiving someone out of the
so-called goodness of your heart

is worse than the crime
you're defending.

I'm not defending the crime.
I feel bad for Simon.

You're too quick
to reduce him to what he did.

If he had killed 10 people
before Estelle,

it'd be simpler.

It'd be easy.

But this is more complicated.

There are parameters
you're not looking at.

-Parameters?
-Yes.

Like what?

He lent me money
a decade ago.

He cuts your hair for free.

Is that it?

You know what?

You're hiding your weakness.

You're hiding

behind this flabby, magnanimous,
pseudo-humanistic speech.

But the truth is that you're scared.

You're scared

of reacting.

You're afraid to act.
Above all, you're afraid people will

remember that what you did here

was turning in a friend.

Friendship is noble;
turning someone in is ugly.

You're stuck with these silly
notions.

No, Paul.
It can be useful to turn someone in.

Necessary.
And sometimes even charitable.

You want me to admire you
for resisting?

That I tell you your scruples
are honorable? Well, no.

You're pretending to take
a generous position,

but the truth is that
you have no position.

You're running away.

You're sneaking off.

You're retreating.

Christ, Max!
Stop repeating yourself!

Having a loud voice

doesn't make you right.

I have a loud voice too!

I can shout, too --
and a lot louder than you!

You've been here for an hour

explaining right and wrong,

how you always have the right ideas
and opinions.

It's fucking annoying!

Every time you open your mouth,

it's the gospel...

The gospel according to Max.

But you're no saint!

You say a ton of stupid shit!

I don't agree with everything
you've said

over the past 35 years.

I pretend I agree
to avoid arguing.

But I don't agree!

And it only gets worse and worse!

You're not getting older --
you're getting worse!

Look.
Look at your apartment!

Nothing out of order!

It's cold.

It's empty;
it's sad!

There's no life here!

And do you hear yourself?

You talk about people's wives, but

what do you know about women?
You've never been able

to stay with one!

You have a phone,
but you don't answer.

You're not about to talk
to any old bastard who calls!

To make an appointment,
you have to send a letter!

You listen to music, but...

You have vinyls!

Listen to music

on a computer?
"Oh, God, no! How awful!"

"It's sacrilegious!"

You only like dead singers.

Your record collection
is a graveyard.

Trénet, Brel,

Brassens, Ferré, Ferrat, Mozart,

Pavarotti... Nougaro.

I detest Nougaro!

I hate Nougaro.

I like living singers
because you don't!

I like soccer
because you don't!

I like TV
because you don't!

I like everything you hate.

And I hate everything you love.

You've been getting on my nerves
for 35 years, Max!

You piss me off!

You piss me the fuck off!

The fuck off!

You want coffee?

Yes, please.

-Sugar?
-No, thanks.

Sweetener?

No, thanks, nothing.

Macarons?

They're good.

Thanks.

-You know, Paul...
-Yeah?

This is not exactly what it's about.

This what?

This idea...

This idea,
"Things were better before."

"Everything's going to hell."

With the vinyls and letters
and all that.

I'm not just an old fart, Paul.

I like rap.

Excuse me?

I like rap.

Rap?

I don't like only dead singers.
I like rap, too.

You don't believe me?

Here..

-Check this out.
-I don't know it.

It's great.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You'll see.

Yo!

When you stick out your bumpa
it drives me wild

Let me zoom, zoom...

He's asleep.

Right.

Yo!

Great, huh?

Ah, yeah, it's...

When is this photo
with Magali from?

I can't remember.

Six years ago, maybe.

You look good.
You're smiling.

That was in the beginning.

Honestly,
where are you two at?

If you must know...
She gave me

an ultimatum.

What is it?

Either we move in together,
or it's over.

Ah, shit.

She feels that

it's high time
I make up my mind.

I have to tell her by Monday.
If I don't call her, it's over.

That's hardcore.

I agree.

What will you do?

I feel like walking away.

There it is.

What?

Here you go again.

Be a little flexible, Max.

A relationship
isn't an exact science.

What you want
doesn't exist.

What about my parents?
They don't exist?

They're 88
and they still hold hands.

They'll be in love
till their dying breath.

When you grow up with that,
the bar is higher.

Now you're going to say
it's doomed to fail.

Admit it: look at the examples
we have...

How is for other people?

They're insecure, laborious,
chaotic... And sometimes,

it ends very badly.

Should I move in with her?

Honestly?

Yes.

If I call her and say yes,

it'll be like I gave in.

Like I caved.

It'll change you.

When she's here, she annoys me.
When she's gone, I miss her.

This summer,
we went away for ten days.

Ten days of hell.

We travel to relax.

Relax.
It's a vacation, right?

But the word "vacation" means
different things to different people.

-For Magali...
-Max?

We didn't come 5,000 miles
to sleep. Come on, let's go!

Come on!

You're heavy.

She was hiking up these mountains

with a backpack that weighs
a ton;

high-altitude jogging;

jogging in the heat.

And that's not all:
scuba diving,

with the coral
and the exotic fish...

She loves that stuff. Fine.

But I have to do
everything she does.

"We're on vacation
together!"

I was on my hands and knees.
I couldn't keep up.

She wouldn't let me stop.
I'm in great shape:

in Paris, I'm on my bike
half the day.

You're always whining.

But vacation
is vacation.

You don't torture your body;
you pamper it.

If you return
even more exhausted,

you might as well stay home.

Fucking scuba diving!

I just wanted to lie out
on a deckchair with a mojito.

What are you doing?

Don't just lie there
like a snail.

-Come on, up.
-No, please.

Stop. My legs are too sore, Magali.
I can't.

So we fought.

I want to call Karine.

You want to tell her?

You're right.
She's probably asleep.

It'll be weird for her
to hear.

She and Estelle
didn't spend much time together.

Still.

They never much liked each other.

They're opposites.

One day,

Estelle came to my office

with no appointment.

She just walked right past everyone.

She's telling me it hurts here
and here...

It hurts here, here...

I knew she was
making it all up.

Is my blood pressure okay?
I feel really bad.

Are you sure?
Don't you want to examine me?

It hurts here.

And when I breathe,
it really hurts...

My breasts are so sensitive.

I feel really restrained.

And in my back, when I walk,

I just can't walk.

Don't you want to
check me out more?

Dr. Richard?

Uh...

Listen, Estelle,
if this is a joke,

I don't find it funny.
Get dressed, or...

Or what, Paul?

I'll shout. I'll make a scene.
I'm quite capable.

Why are you upset?

-Go on, out.
-We're friends.

Out!

I told her she was knocking
at the wrong door

and that I found her behavior
deeply distressing.

Listen, please.
Let's go.

-Out.
-Thank you, doctor.

-I feel much better. Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Mrs. Clément?

Have a seat.

Did you tell Simon?

No, but I told Karine.

What'd she say?

Nothing.

If she tried it with me,
she must have tried with others.

Probably, yeah.

She never tried with you?

No.

No?

She, she never tried anything.

I'll send these scans
to your doctor.

But what do you think?

I'll write a report for him.

And my lungs?

They're very healthy.

-Get out, now.
-Are you sure?

Simon doesn't care.

-Do you regret it?
-Listen...

-That's Simon's phone.
-What do we do?

Who is it?

-"Pascaline."
-Pascaline, my daughter?

Hello?

-Simon?
-No, it's Max.

-Ah, shit.
-Thanks. That's real nice.

Are you calling Simon
or your father?

Pascaline, it's Dad.

Why'd you call Simon?

I was calling a friend.

I got the wrong number.

But then, you have his number?

I can't talk now.
I'm studying.

Listen to me. Hello?

Shit, shit...

She hung up.

So?

She says she dialed
the wrong number.

How stupid does she think I am?

It's possible.

Why did she have his number?

Why not?

It's not normal for my daughter
to have Simon's number.

It's not a secret number.

Think about it, Max.

She's calling at 1:40 in the morning!

Stop pretending.

Look, 1:40. See?

Yes, I can see.
You don't have to...

So?

-What's the problem?
-Do I have to spell it out?

-Yes, jot it down here.
-This isn't funny.

Look: "Pascaline."

You've reached Pascaline.
Leave a message.

Pascaline, this is your father.

Call me back as soon as you can.
It's urgent.

-She didn't answer?
-No.

But she just called.

-She doesn't want to talk.
-Why?

Because she doesn't know
what to say.

That's the proof!

I'm... flabbergasted.

Simon! With my daughter!

-It can't be true.
-Paul...

-Maybe there's an explanation.
-What?

I don't know.

Maybe she wanted
some advice

for a friend who wants
to be a hairdresser.

An internship.

An internship?
At 2 AM?

We know Simon.
You said so yourself.

What kind of guy

does she typically date?

Normal guys;
guys her age.

She was seeing a college kid
till last year.

She tells you,
or you meet them?

I met him.

Same age, responsible, hard-working,
nice. I liked him.

And then she brought him up
less and less.

And then it was over.

I knew there was someone new.

When I asked her about it,
she wouldn't talk.

I realized he wasn't...

-Wasn't...
-Wasn't what?

Wasn't presentable.
But since I'm open-minded,

I thought I should let her
live her life.

But this.

I don't understand.

I don't see where I failed
in my role as her father

for her to have fallen
for this old man.

-Look, Paul...
-Do you have kids?

No! So shut up!

That's a stupid thing to say.

-And you...
-I still have photos of him

feeding her from a baby bottle!

-Have you seen them? I have them...
-All right.

The pills...

Not you, too, Paul?

No, but...

Put things in perspective.

-Your daughter is 22.
-And Simon?

How old is Simon?

Have you done the math?

He's old enough to be her
grandfather!

Plus, he's married.

Not anymore.

I know what it's like at 22.

It's not just homework.
I'm not an idiot.

But when you're young,
you see young people,

not him.
He's not a rock star.

-That's a fact.
-Tell me the truth.

Did you know about them?

-Are you crazy?
-Look at me.

-I'm looking.
-Swear you didn't know.

How could I have known?

Maybe Simon told you.

-Me?
-Why not?

I swear on whatever's most
important to me,

I'm not sure what that is,

I swear I didn't know anything.

I'd be the last person
he would have told.

Think about it.

-What now?
-I have to talk to him.

-What?
-Hey, Simon!

Come on, wake up.

-He's totally knocked out.
-I'll bring him around.

Simon? Just answer
this one question.

What are you doing with my daughter?

Articulate.

How long has it been going on?

He's not there.

I can't understand you.

How long has it been going on
with Pascaline?

Pascaline...

-Did you hear that?
-No.

Paul!

Paul, no, he...

He heard you say her name first.

-Who are you calling?
-Karine.

-Why?
-Pascaline!

Shut up.

Shut up.

You heard him, right?

You sick pervert!

-He didn't say anything.
-Pascaline...

And there?

Nothing?

Are you deaf?

Are you gonna shut up now?

Paul, it's just a reflex.

Pascaline...

Will he shut up?

Shut up.

Of course she's asleep.
All she does is sleep.

I can't stand her!

Why call Karine?

I want to know if she knows.

If she's asleep,
she doesn't know.

-Everything's fine.
-What?

If we talk three times a day,
that's amazing.

And that's talking about nothing!

I said our relationship
was calm.

It's much worse than that.

Nothing on the encephalogram!

Zero communication.

Since when do men and women
communicate?

They argue and
they're at each other's throats!

Maybe she's bored with me.

-No, no way.
-You want to know what?

-She should have married you.
-She's not my type.

Pascaline...

No, Paul.
No...

Pascaline?

You wanted to call the cops?
Let's do it!

We can't risk our lives
for this psychopath!

Go ahead, call!

Wait...

Wait for what?

You've convinced me.
So call.

Are you changing your mind?

"We can't be so radical."

"It's still Simon."

Max, are you mocking me?

-Yes.
-Pascaline!

Shut the fuck up,
pervert!

You want me to do it?

Relax.

Do you want some tea?

Fuck off with your tea.

-OK.
-What are you looking for?

I must have the number
of the nearest

police station...
Shit!

What, "shit"?

-Hurry up.
-I can't find it.

How can someone
as OCD as you

not find it?!

Fuck! Where is it?

Stressing me out
isn't going to help me find it.

No, those are my socks...

Pascaline...

Here! I knew I had it.

Plus, I have
Ambroggi's number.

Who gives a shit?
Come on!

-Are they open at night?
-I've never called.

Put it on speaker.

This is the 7th precinct.

Uh...

I can't hear you.

This is the 7th precinct.

What's going on?

What do we do?
Do I tell them everything

-or tell them to come?
-I don't know.

Say there was a crime!

-I've never done that.
-Well, you say,

It's about a crime, a homicide.

There's a woman
who got strangled.

The guilty party is at this address.

-Which address?
-What?

Mine or Simon's?

Yours! He's here.

-Yours!
-But the body is there.

They found the body!

OK, I'll just say
what I feel.

They'll ask me questions,
I'll improvise.

He's going to ask me a question,
and I'll improvise.

7th precinct.

Go on.

Why aren't you saying it?

-Me...
-You what?

This isn't my place.
It's your place, you do it.

It's the same thing.

You give your name,
my name, and the address.

Plus, you're a doctor!

-That counts for something.
-You are too.

I'm don't treat people;
I just take pictures.

You heal people.

He won't ask about that.

-Tell him you're a doctor.
-Easy. What do I press?

There.

You know...

OK. Improvise.

7th precinct.

Yes, hello, sir.

Good evening.

Say you're a doctor.

I'm listening.

Say it!

-I'm a doctor.
-Exactly.

A woman was...

What?

A woman was...

-I don't understand.
-He's looking at me.

-Who?
-Simon's looking at me.

He's in the bedroom.

-He's right there.
-What?

Go prank someone else.

I don't have time for this.
Bunch of idiots

prank calling.

I can't.

-Let's not turn him in.
-No.

I agree.

Come on, help me.

Where's Pascaline?

Come on.

-Christ.
-Pascaline...

OK.

We were in shock
all night.

We kept arguing

about all sorts of things.

Neither of us
wanted to admit defeat

until the next morning.

Non stop.

We didn't sleep a wink.

Don't worry,
I'm still at Max's.

The game went long.
We lost track of time.

I'm good. I mean...

Yeah, I'm good.

All right.

Ah, shit.

No fucking way.

You need an engineering degree
to make coffee.

It works just fine, look.

Bing, bang,

boom.

Easy as 1-2-3.

Is Karine worried?

Are you kidding?
She's still sleeping.

When does she get up?

9:00 She's asleep
when I go to work.

That's a lot.

-Is she taking anything?
-Not that I know of.

And Magali?

I don't really know.
It's been a while.

What do you do
when you see each other?

-We fight.
-Ah.

Thanks.

I can't remember if I fought as much
with the others.

I can remember.

Ah?

Remember Christelle?

Christelle.

It was one week on,
one week off.

She had three kids.
They didn't want me around.

They didn't want anyone.

She wasn't marriage material.

And the other one...
Marianne?

She was something.
Remember?

She was a left-wing militant.

Super political. Maybe a little nuts.

At first I found it charming,
refreshing.

Then she started to get
on my nerves.

I had to be ready for anything
when we went out.

Things could get out of hand
like that.

And Laurene?

No kids; apolitical;
and she didn't

put pressure on you.

What are getting at?

I messed up?

Are you happy?

No, I'm not happy.

If I were happy,
I'd know it.

I never really got over
being divorced.

Since then,
I've spent my life being afraid.

Afraid to build something new.

Afraid of regret.

And now, I'm...

I'm all alone.

I come home to an empty house.

I call up friends to see
who's free.

I go out for dinner every night
so I'm not alone.

I have no kids.

And God knows I wanted some.

Well, what do you expect...

Is there coffee?

How'd you sleep?

Huh? What time is it?

6:40.

Jesus, it's bright.

Tell me you remember
what happened last night.

-Yes.
-What you did?

Don't worry.
I remember.

-I can't believe that...
-That?

That I'll never see her.

Last night, I got used to it,
but now...

I realize it's more complicated.

Your lawyer will frame it
as a crime of passion.

You loved her, and you couldn't deal
with the idea of losing her.

She was everything for you, etc.

Lawyers always tug at people's
heartstrings.

Some become lawyers just for that.

So, you thought it over.

Right.

The verdict is in.

We came to an agreement.

-You're on your own.
-I see.

Do you blame us?

Now I'd like you
to tell me something.

One simple question.

I got it.
It's Karine.

-What?
-Hello?

Yes?

This is good coffee.

Wait, for who?

I'll put him on.

It's the police.

-Yes, hello?
-Max Andreani?

Yes, that's me.

Are you alone?

I'm at home.

With a friend, Paul Richard,

-who's a doctor.
-Oh, no...

Is there a certain
Simon Boubat

at your home?

Yes, I'm also with
Simon Boubat.

Where is he?

Next to me.

-Put him on.
-OK.

Police.

Hello?

Simon Boubat speaking.

It's about your wife.

What happened?

A accident?

No, no accident.

A homicide.

What?

Homicide?

Against me?

I'll expect you at 8:30
at 36, quai des orfèvres,

office 157.

Ask for officer Delpierre.

I'll be there.

Thank you.

Estelle isn't dead.

She went to the cops
to say I tried to murder her.

He says he's coming.

We'll arrest him immediately.

That asshole.

I'm so lucky you're here,
captain.

I'm a sergeant.

In some sense, it's..

Sergeant.

In some sense, what?

It's incredible.

When I left her, she was...

Unconscious.

You'd have had to squeeze
for longer.

Thanks a lot, Simon.

For the night
you put us through.

-So it's not all...
-No, no.

You still acted like a criminal
and a coward.

You strangled her.

You left her.

I'm going to go home
and freshen up

-and then I'll go.
-Bring a toothbrush.

-What do I tell Pascaline?
-Huh?

What do I tell her?

-Pascaline?
-You know her, I think.

The pretty blond who's 32 years
younger than you.

Why are you talking about her?

Why not?
Aren't you two close?

I'm gonna get some air.

She should know what happened.
She'll be shocked.

-Huh?
-How long has it been going on?

-What?
-Simon, I know.

-You know what?
-I know.

-You're out of your mind.
-She called.

And I picked up.

What'd she say?

She wouldn't talk to me.

You think that Pascaline...

Why is she calling you?

What the hell are you two
doing together?

You're speechless.

He has nothing to say.

She's young and pretty,
and a bit naive.

You've always been a smooth talker;
you like 'em young.

It was always you.

Bullshit.

She calls you up at night
just to chat?

-Max.
-What? Explain yourself.

You agree?

You haven't said anything yet.
What am I

supposed to think?

If that's what you think...

No. You're not leaving.

-Stay.
-Let me go.

Answer me first.

You want help?
She's so in love.

You didn't make any moves on her.

You tried to keep her away.

Is that it?! Answer me!
You're just irresistible?

Paul, let him go.

Stay out of it, Max.

-Fine, OK.
-Paul!

I'm not sleeping with Pascaline.

The thought of it
is horrifying.

Then why did she call you?

Because she talks to me.

Me.

You won't like it but
she confides in me.

She talks with her mother!

Her mother? She's asleep.

She's in a coma,
and you know it!

and her father?

All he cares about are her grades!

So when she needs to talk to someone
who won't judge her,

who she doesn't have to
show off to,

she turns to me.

-You?
-Yes, me.

Ah, Max!

Him.

You?

And you know how
to talk to her?

I don't give her advice.

I just listen to her.

I listen.

Does she call you a lot?

Right now, quite a bit, yes.

I shouldn't tell you.

She's 3 1/2 months
pregnant.

She loves the guy.
He's her age,

and he doesn't have a job.

So what does she do?

She needs advice.

And maybe some money.

I promised not to tell you.

But what about me?

I...

What about me?
Max?

I don't know how to talk to her?

Max!

Tell Pascaline
I won't be available,

that I'm sorry
I betrayed her trust,

and give her a hug for me.

-One last thing.
-Yes?

She's not cut out
for medicine.

She wants to quit.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

I remember Pascaline's
sixteenth birthday.

It was the same day
she got her high school diploma.

At sixteen years old.

I remember. Two years early.

I was so proud.

She was so happy when

she told me she was going
to study medicine, like her dad.

Doctor Pascaline

Richard.

It has a nice ring to it.

Dr. Pascaline Richard.

Come on: no regrets.

What do I do?

-I don't know. I don't have kids.
-No, no.

With Karine. What do I do?

You're going to go home

and wake up your wife.

-It's time to talk.
-Talk?

We've been locked up
in this silence

for ages.

And I used to envy you for it.

When we'd say,
"Karine and Paul"...

I don't know what's what.

When we fight,
it doesn't work.

When we don't fight,
it doesn't work.

I'm going.

What are you doing today?

Are you working?

No, it's Saturday.

Right.

Usually on Saturday,
Karine and I

go grocery-shopping.

I'm nervous.

When didn't you feel that way?

It's been...

It's a text from Pascaline.

"Dad, I need to talk to you.

Let's get lunch.

Your loving daughter."

See!

Goodbye, Max.

Goodbye, Paul.

You've reached Magali Valency.
Leave a message. Thanks.

Magali, it's me.

It's early. You must be asleep.

I didn't sleep all night,
because...

Well, I'll explain.

Anyway, I wanted to say...

I want to live together again.

I mean...

Under the same roof.

This time,
I know it will work out.

I think I can do it.

I've thought it over, and...

Max.

Magali?

Were you listening?

I haven't slept, either.

So you've thought it over?

Yes.

I have something to tell you.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

That's amazing.

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