All language subtitles for Bright.Days.Ahead.2013.FRENCH.1080p.BluRay.x265-VXT5_English

I got 2 hours' sleep.
My head's splitting.

Some granny chewed my ear off
about her arthritis.

I saw my life differently.

I gotta go, honey.

I'll take care of it.
Can I help you?

This is a trial offer.

Fill out this information form.

Did you remember to bring
a doctor's certificate and photo?

No, I just want to get an idea.

Bright Days Ahead...

Hold the line, please.
Excuse me.

It's through there.

Bright Days Ahead.
How can I help you?

Release. We release our wrists.

Forward.

Now we lift our elbows Skyward.

Elbows skyward

and fly away.

Now the hands.

Breathe in through your nose,
not your mouth.

Through your nose, Roger.

Not your mouth!
Stick out your tongue.

Roll it out.

Roll it in.

Hop a little.

Hop in place.

Loosen your cheeks.

That's it for warm-ups.
Now we'll do the rag doll.

Pair off.
We're short on time.

Listen closely to your partner.

Hi. What's your name?

Caroline.

I'm Lydia. This your first time?

- Roger, show her?
- With pleasure.

Welcome, Caroline.

BRIGHT DAYS AHEAD

Okay, Sylviane, that's great.

But before diction,
we'll do exercises.

Take the pencil out.

Caroline, introduce yourself.

- Who, me?
- Yes, you.

Come onstage.

So you have a husband, two children,
three grandchildren, and what else?

Go on, Caroline.
That's where the acting comes in.

Excuse me.
I'm not an actress, I'm a dentist.

I used to be, anyway.

Now you're starting to open up.

Notice how her right foot
taps the floor.

Keep going, but don't ham it up.

Don't apologize for being beautiful,
be yourself.

Sorry, Caroline.

- What is it, Julien?
- Got the storeroom keys?

In my coat backstage.
No, wait.

Sit down.

I'll be finished in a sec.

Excuse me, Caroline.

I know this exercise isn't easy.

But it's the most important.

To release the pelvis,
your whole body,

your face, everything...
Give us a laugh.

- Excuse me?
- Laugh.

Laugh, just like that.

Something contagious,
a real belly laugh. Just laugh.

Go on.

I get it. Laugh.

So go on.

Find your laugh.
Try for sincerity most of all.

Let it out more.
Don't make faces, Roger.

You have to find it in yourself.

What sets you apart.

Go on.

Risk it.

You're singing a bit. Laugh.

That's enough.

Okay.

You two clowns in the back,
you want to try?

Don't forget an ID photo next time.

So how did it go?

What did you do?

Acting.

A great idea, that trial offer.

The girls hit it right.

You'll make friends, get out...
Just what you need.

I was humiliated
by a 30-year-old drama teacher.

Damn, I missed that.

"Bright Days Ahead"...
Just the name...

I'm dropping it.

The theatre?

- No, their senior home.
- You have to say "club".

The club, then.
I'm not up to it.

It's okay. I'll write you a note.

Hold on, there must be a reason.

Since when do you need a computer degree
to build a swing set?

Since you need a CD-ROM
to make coffee.

Recopy the address.

No!

It doesn't work.

Maybe it's the thing
on the motherboard.

Maybe. But the hotline
will keep us hanging for hours.

And for nothing.
Anyway, we have no choice.

Does your club have a computer class?

You turned it off?

- For which class?
- Computers.

That's in the Paschimottanasana room.

- So?
- Nothing.

- Nothing I can do.
- Nothing?

So it's there. Thank you.

On mine, the button's higher.

Save it, or else...

And the plane...

It's nice to see you back.

Remember to save your overlays regularly.

Control-S, C, V, Z.

What did he say?

You have to save everything.

Control: ctrl as in control.

Nobody explained what we're doing?

I just came because of
an Internet problem at home.

I want to figure it out.

We all do. Computers are survival.

Don't let up.

This month, we design our own airline.

I'm not sure...

Try. Find a name for your company.

You're Caroline?

Roger briefed you?

Do you know how to use Pack Office,
or not at all?

Actually...

it's just for a little practical problem.

Let's hear it.

When I turn on my computer
and go on Internet, this pops up.

This is at home?

Have you tried unplugging
the network cable?

- Where?
- In the back of your box.

You probably didn't configure Wifi.

Unplug the cable,
then plug it back in.

That should do it.

I doubt it. We didn't touch anything.

Give it a try anyway
and let me know.

Please. Just a moment.

Mutual respect.

Listen to me.

Look,

you remember?
We all signed this charter.

It's very important. You too, Hugues.

Excuse me.

I'm Paul, in charge here.

Have you found your way around?

That's perfect.
Any problems, come see me.

Or ask one of my assistants.

Excuse me.

Do you have a minute?

I heard you're a dentist.

I have this shooting pain...

- Where?
- Around the molars.

Can I take a look?

I see.

A bad inflammation...

plus two nasty cavities
and a loose filling.

Can you do anything?

Who's your dentist?

I tried several, but no one's around
over the long weekend.

I'll put you onto a colleague.

Are you busy right now?

I can't, Caro. I haven't eaten

and I have 2 wisdom teeth at 2:00.

We can't leave him like that.

Excuse me.
Can I say something?

Can't you take me?

I can't practice anymore.

You should try the emergency room
at the polyclinic.

It's crowded but still...

Have you had this long?

- Three weeks, thereabouts.
- On boy!

That long!

Go on. Enjoy yourself.
Have one last go.

You can also answer the door
if any patients show.

And she's the best
of her generation.

She's fast...

and it almost never hurts.

Here we go.

I'll give you two injections.

It won't hurt.

That's good.

I'm I real wimp.

Relax.

It'll be fine.

Open wide.

There.

Can I eat now or do I have to wait?

You'll be sensitive to hot and cold,
but it's not a problem.

Want to grab a bite?

Do you have time?

Yes.

I have time.

That's all I have.

You've got a temper.

You really insulted her
in front of the whole office?

I sure did. It's harassment.

Three whitenings in 2 months.

I'm a dentist, not a house painter.

What exactly did you say
to insult her?

Hysterical, cunt...

Not bad.

And stuck-up bitch.

No kidding!

A month later, I sold my shares
to my young partner.

You couldn't wait
to learn how to use Photoshop.

There comes a time
when you have to quit,

might as well do it on a whim.

- You like Bright Days?
- Not at all.

- Why do you come then?
- I don't.

I won't go back.

Personally, I'd never have gone.

It's a gift from my girls.

I see. How old are they?

31 and 33.

No. 32 and 34. Around there.

And you?

I don't have children.

How old am I?

A little older.

It's pretty good.

I don't usually drink at lunch.

But that's stupid.

It's very pleasant.

A problem?

No, sorry.

You're bored, aren't you?
I'm a bore.

Not at all.

I wouldn't mind doing a little molar
from time to time.

Why not do humanitarian work?
That's worthwhile.

Really? Is that how it works?

You have time to give, so you must?

You have to devote your life to others?

A bit simplistic.

Okay.

No, there are lots of things
I'd like to do.

Like what?

I don't know.

Take time...

Time for myself.

It's all gone.

Learn to be bored.

To do nothing.

I'll take your glass.

What else?

For instance,

get my boating license.

Learn how to play chess.

Visit the Loire valley chateaux.

Write my memoirs.

Read The Second Sex.

And the First?

It's pretty good, too.

Learn how to use a drill.

It's Paul.

The club manager.

He's fairly...

Yeah, he's not bad looking.

For his type.

What's your type?

Why the question?

I don't know.

Apart from busy dentists?

Right.

Short.

Bald.

Fat.

What a shame.

Aren't you thinning on top?

Not at all.

Spare me a doubt.

Clear up a doubt, no?

Clear up a doubt...

Am I drunk
or are you chatting me up?

Doing what?

Making a pass at me.

Making a pass?

Sorry, I can't like this.

Do you mind knocking? Honestly!

You two are starting to tick me off.
In the tub!

No tub!

You okay, Mom? You're all red.

I'm just a little warm.

Scalding baths are bad for you.

If Mick Jagger's still giving concerts,
I can take a hot bath.

How're the computer classes?

Not bad.
The instructor explains well.

He'd better, with you.

Everything's a battle.
He wears me out.

You haven't forgotten
you're babysitting tonight?

- Grandma!
- Mom!

Are you all right?

- That club's crap.
- What d'you suggest?

- A rope? Prozac?
- Cut it out.

She's not doing her roots.

Her best friend died 6 months ago,

she retired 3 months ago.

You thought she'd find herself
in pottery and tea dances?

- What are you doing?
- Putting on the TV.

- No way.
- You bet I am.

Let's go, cannon time!

It's to give her new friends.

Leave her alone.

Just leave her alone.

What did I tell you?
Watch him a second?

That's enough!

Tango's corny, okay.

But Pilates, yoga, video workshops...

That would suit me as a schedule.

I could ask her
to make Sidonie's fairy costume.

Otherwise,
there's the garden shed to clean out.

That's your job. Don't use her.

You're right.

5 months.

It's been 5 months since Anne died.

Oh, hi!

Join us for doubles? We're only 3.

No, thanks.
I'm waiting for computer class.

It's not today. Today's pottery.

You've got the old schedule.

Didn't you check the board?

It dries later, so you can rework it.
It's better.

It adds a layer.

It dries out your hands.

- Do you want plaster?
- No, a glaze.

What are you making?

A plate?

- An ashtray.
- Right, start small.

I don't regret
my mug and peanut dish period.

It led me to jars.

Sorry, I don't know
if we use first names.

That's fine.

It's too fast.

It'll come, Jocelyne.
It takes time to master the wheel.

Is it for your mother?

How old is she now?

93. She had me late.

What about yours?

Not bad.

- Don't talk like I was 3 years old.
- My mother's a bitch.

- Very well.
- And racist.

- She should meet mine.
- She costs us a fortune,

- and doesn't even recognize us!
- I don't care, I'm an orphan.

You should show more gratitude
to those who raised you.

Don't complain. You're the last generation
with buying power, full retirement,

and able to stop working.

Who're you talking about?
I don't have a golden pension.

So you came back?

More trouble with your Internet hookup?
It's a cinch, though.

That's why I'm here.

I don't doubt it.

Give me a minute.
I'll explain your Wifi connection.

I bet it's your broadband
that's crawling.

Is this a new clay mask workshop?

You could've called back.

I left you 25 messages this weekend.

That's not nice. You know how it feels?
First message, nice and easy,

"How's it going?" etc.

When you didn't call back,
I became more insistent.

Anyhow, I didn't really mean "bitch".

Sorry to have insulted you.

I didn't know...

You wouldn't be pulling my leg,
would you?

Sure, I am.

Because I don't have your number.
And I never call back.

I'll be going.

I'll manage with the computer.

Come on, now.

Here we are. This is my space.

What are you doing?

You can't do that.

Of course I can.

Don't tell me you came back here
to throw pots.

Sure I did. A sudden vocation.

No, but...

Besides, you're going too fast.

Can you turn out the light?

06...

06-45-60--

No. 48-75...

19-15.

There's a number missing,
or one too many.

06-48-75-19...?

33.

Can I ask you something?

Why me?

Do I have to answer?

- Mind if I leave first?
- No, go ahead.

Yes, he said Ethernet.
Shut down and reboot.

Show me.

Don't mind me. I won't be long.

So, that's connected to a thing
that goes there.

That's all right,
and that's all right,

and that's...

Not all right. Very clever.

Look, ask your instructor
to come over.

It'll go faster.

He owes you.

Why not call the servicemen
you got last time?

He stuck us with viruses
just so he had to come back.

What'd you plan?

Pottery, yoga, video.

I have piano.

I mean for dinner tonight.
Don't tell me you forgot?

What would you like?

Whatever. Just tell me before
so I know which wine to get.

Easy on the fat for Bernard,
and the salt.

Did I tell you?
No, I didn't.

I invited a remarkable woman.

She started an NGO
of retired doctors.

She'll be a change from the bunch
we usually socialize with,

and she happens to be looking
for a dentist.

Fantastic. Any food taboos?

- I'm sorry.
- Don't say that. You're not.

Yes, I am. I swear, it bothers me.

No, it doesn't.

So call her, whoever she is,
and say you're busy.

No, I can't.

If I could...

It's fleshy.

- Fresh and delicate.
- Very bright.

Is it a Touraine?

It has the rusticity of shale.

That's typical of Collioure.

Very good, Jocelyne.

And what do you think?

Harmonious on the palate, fruity,
with light spice notes...

I also think it's a Roussillon:

Banyuls or Collioure.

Very good.
I see you're a connoisseur.

What would you pair it with?

A ripe Pont-l'Evéque.

I'd like to see more body, frankly.

Sure, in front of the TV?

- Madame.
- Caroline.

Yes. The idea is to taste it

and then to spit it out.
It's not...

It's not part of the trial offer?

With the amounts you serve, you'd think
we were running a bath in a pool.

Caroline, make me happy.

What's with her?

A reaction with her tranquilizers.

Jojo's badly depressed.

Hey, Jacky, let's eat out.

No, we did yesterday.

Sorry.

Hi Julien,

here's my number again
in case you got it wrong

Caroline

- Help me with the pizzas?
- The what?

You don't mean we're having pizza?
You're kidding!

To be sure you believe me,
I'm caning 9 boxes smelling of gorgonzola.

What's that smell?

Collioure.

Anyhow, thanks a lot.
Really, thanks.

Richard, I'd like nothing better
than to hand over my practice.

At the rate you're going,
you'll work until you're 80!

And with no teeth. Picture it.

So, Sarah,

tell me about your organization.

The idea is to work
with former doctors

with fragile populations,

to take over for social services.

So it's more preventive than curative,

but it's a somewhat different approach.

- Please, eat or it'll...
- I love the crust.

And you, Caroline?

What? I wasn't listening.

Didn't Philippe tell you?

They stuck me in a home.
I mean, a seniors club.

I couldn't believe it,
but they're very nice.

Some very nice people.

We sing, drink wine, act,

paint, one woman did my chart.

And today, paint on silk?

I'll go get my star chart.

What's the story?

I bust my ass to invite
a really remarkable woman, and you...

Leave your ass alone, darling.

Keep it warm to sit on.

You hate these veterans' dinners,
but what's 3 times a year?

Anyway, thanks a lot.

Luckily I put champagne on ice,
or it was wine and sausage for all.

I'll take this.

- I'm coming.
- Bring the rest?

9 @ my place

2 rue Seguin

Code a67c

I'm waiting for you

Jocelyne's remarkable.

Really cultivated.

A history and geography teacher.

Even physically, she's got class.

But we all know depression.

She's very vulnerable.

You know something about it.

Her message looks a lot
like a call for help.

I think I'd better go before...

A preventive measure.

I'd better go.

I don't know her.

It's hard to say.

Anyway, thanks.

Your pizzas come from Hamid's truck?

You know the right places.

Does she live far,
the depressed woman?

She does? Can you drive?

Wow!

Yet no one tries that

when they're sober.

Can't tonight. Don't come.

I've got ice cream
cones for desert.

What's she up to?

Pistachio?

Coming!

Good evening.

Come in.

This way.

Were you asleep?

I forgot my cell,

so no door code, no way to reach you.

I almost went back home.

Luckily, someone came out
the front door.

I see.

It's a Beychevelle.

Pretty good, I think.

We ought to let it breathe a little.

Trouble is,
I haven't found my corkscrew.

I have vodka, but it's not cold.

And I'm out of ice.

Got any screws?

No, no screws.

- What for?
- Or a knife?

Yes, that I have.

I'll get it.

Sit down.

You make me dizzy.

Look.

Hold it like this.

There.

- Well?
- It's good.

What happened?

It does that sometimes. Sorry.

Right now she's...

very,

very... depressed.

Jocelyne.

We've gone over her entire depression.

Divorce, menopause, osteoporosis...

Mamma Mia!

- What are you doing?
- A tweet.

What are we doing
in computer training tomorrow?

ExceL

Cool.

It's true this stuff makes you hungry.

Look...

Sorry, but I need my sleep.

If I don't get my 8 hours,
it's rough.

I'm off, then.

Mind if I use your bathroom?

Sure, go ahead.

Can't tonight. Don't come.

Stop, you'll break it!

It's not anchored down.
Dammit, get off!

What?

Does it say
"unsuitable for old hags"?

How long will you make me pay
for that whitening?

No one forced you to retire.
No one kicked you out.

What are you after?

We'll be walking
an ecological corridor.

We'll be seeing some rare species

such as bitter gentian.

Your first "madam"?

The first time someone called me madam?
Ages ago!

What are you playing?

We're listing things that remind us
of our mortal condition.

Be careful...

Flabby arms.

I don't see what you're talking about.

We'll ask Jocelyne.

56 is Morbihan,

57 Moselle, 58 Niévre.

There.

Remember that here, everything's living.

Let's name the States.
Kentucky...

First sexual failure?

- What did you say?
- Nevada.

Hey, Sylviane. He's been by here 50 times.
I don't know what he's up to.

So, do you like it?

It's a very nice house.

That's sweet. I redid it myself.

But it's no big deal.
I'm a carpenter.

What about these little carvings?

Driftwood isn't my thing.

A local artist?

As local as you get: my wife.

Sorry.

Your wife's an artist?

She was.

Breast cancer. Gone in 3 months.

Sorry.

Has it been long?

Long enough
for me to take her place in bed.

They finished off my best friend
the second time around.

When they removed her second breast,
she yelled,

"Damned hairdressers,
always have to even things out."

She died 5 months ago.

I miss her terribly.

Her name was Anne.

Of all the ladies who live here

You're the only one
without a husband dear

At my practice,
when a patient was nervous,

I put on my mask and my gloves.

Then, I looked away and said,

"It'll be fine."

And?

Actually, I was talking to myself,
not to them.

Come on.

To life.

To life.

Finally, you answered.

Didn't you get my text?

Wasn't your conference next week?

I understand.

No. I just wanted us to eat
at the Garden of Delights.

Yes, I'll come home, don't worry.

What the hell.

How are you?

Really nice wine.

- Shall we go?
- No, I'm starved.

Excuse me, what's that?

Pear steamed in Graves wine
with a thin spice biscuit.

I'll have the pear biscuit.

So...

You were alone tonight?

Alone and starving?

A big handsome boy like you?

Don't be silly.

You must have lots of dolls
your own age, don't you?

I like women.

I gather it goes both ways.

Yeah.

It can be hard to manage day-to-day.

But I have to.

Just one thing.

The first time in my car...

was it by chance

or necessity?

Could it have been me,

or someone else?

Dunno. The first time, it was you.

The second time, you again.

The third...

It was me, but someone else first.

So what?

So...

from now on it'll be without me.

It shouldn't make
much of a difference.

Oh, shit.

What is it?

Let's go out and smoke a cigarette.

Got one for me?

It'll be complicated
to go back in together.

Some people just arrived who...

You come here with your husband?

You live dangerously.

Have all your things?

Okay, 1, 2...

Come on!

It's gotta let up soon.

I'm going.

Goodbye, Caroline.

Been home long?

I don't know, an hour.

So you had dinner there anyway?

Yes, I'd made reservations.

Was it good?

A little heavy.

A good crowd?

As usual.

And you, how was it? Who was there?

Everyone.

By the way, Nadine says hi.

She tried to call you.

I spent the evening

next to an excruciatingly tiresome
little jerk.

A bootlicker,

on top of it.

"Give me the benefit
of your 40 years' experience."

The pits.

Then retire,
that's the only answer I can see.

You're mad at me, aren't you?
What nerve!

It's not my fault

if you don't check
your calendar.

Honestly.

Don't worry, nothings your fault.

You smell like smoke.

Didn't I tell you?

I decided to start smoking again.

On, did you?

Did you know that non-smokers
live 7 years more on average than others?

- So?
- So, nothing.

I just felt like starting again,
that's all.

- Why doesn't it work?
- You have to update your links.

Why is it all in English?

Because it is the language of progress.

That's becoming apparent.

My daughters always mock my accent.

I'd like to send them
back to the '70s,

see how they'd send
a pneumatic letter,

parallel park without power steering

or call an operator
from a coin-operated payphone.

The first grey pubes...
How sad!

Good one.

What's so funny, ladies?

Rule 1: I don't want to know
about the others.

Names, ages, uses.

Rule 2: no conceited confessions
on the pillow.

Rule 3: no last-minute text message
to back out.

Personal calls on the job?
Pretty shabby.

Rule 4: no embarrassing
stairway meetings.

And of course, rule 5,
it goes without saying:

no gestures and no ambiguous comments
in public.

Absolute discretion.

Sex in the dark!

- Fine.
- And you?

- No crumbs in my bed.
- What else?

That's all.

Caroline, I wanted to show you...

Implant or bridge?

Implant.

The first time your eyelid
goes with the eyeliner...

The first time your husband suggests

you wear dresses
with higher necklines,

and leaves you 6 months later.

Greetings, ladies.

Hang on.

I focus on my throat and visualize

a pale blue light.

My spine grows more flexible
every day.

I open up with confidence,

relying on my own strength.

My body receives a flow of energy.

I feel harmony and peace.

- You mean, you and Paul...
- No.

Pure visual pleasure.

Invincible bastion.

I thought the director was a homo.

It's busy!

Who's his wife?

She never comes here?

She still works.
She's 15 years younger than he is.

Then why'd he start this club?

Why would such a hunk
take an interest in us?

You never talk about your husband.

I'm falling!

Bangs suit you.

They were in fashion.
Strange to see me as a brunette?

No, that's how I first met you.

What?

When I was 12 or 13,
you filled a cavity.

- Are you joking?
- No, I remember it well.

I recognized you right away.

The same class, same authority as well.

Could you open the window, please?

So that's your thing:
a childhood fantasy,

a memory?

What thing?

Fetishization
of the medical profession

by a prepubescent adolescent with acne?

Why didn't you tell me right off?

I dunno.
It doesn't change anything, does it?

I don't know.

What were you like?

Greasy hair,

braces, dandruff,

and a little fuzz for a mustache.

A very handsome kid. Very charming!

Now I remember.

Really?

No,

my interest in youth
is very recent.

Would we have hooked up if we'd met
at different times in our lives?

I don't know.

What are you thinking of?

Like if we were the same age.

Or if you were 20 and I was 40.

I doubt it.

I don't think we'd have hooked up.

Why not?

Because...

I wasn't ready.

I'm lucky, then.
I came in at the right time.

I rushed home from rehearsal.

The teacher stopped bugging me
about my laugh.

At least there's that.

You should see them act.

Especially the tall one.

She's really got class.

Was it a dress rehearsal?

Not yet.

That's for the final run-through.

Your sweater's inside out.

No one told you?

The ball was there. Where's the ball?

We've lost the ball.
Did you steal it?

Oh boy.

Don't worry.

No one knows.

Except Sylviane,
Roger and my husband.

What?

No one, I tell you.
But congratulations.

Excellent choice.

You've got some nerve.

Forgive me.

A traffic jam on the bridge.

Go on, get in.

Settle in.

Wednesday afternoons are for my grandson.
They're sacred.

We're sharing a waffle.

Nothing wrong with that.

For me there is.
I know half the town,

and the other half knows me.

And my daughter's coming to get him.

Go on, please go.

By the way,

I checked it out on Wikipedia.

Read this if you're interested.

What's that?

An article on a psychiatric conference
about hypersexuality.

It's reassuring.

A matter of position on a scale
of intimidating norms of virility

that can create an excess of desire.

I see.

So as an oversexed male,
what should I do?

I don't know, have another waffle.

Don't want one.

Go on, I'll join you in 5 minutes.

Look at me, I jumped!

Hi, honey.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

- Everything go all right?
- Just fine.

Look at him jump.

Like it?

Have you had it long?

- 6 months.
- Damn!

You can't even plead
a youthful indiscretion.

I was going out
with a son of Gothic chick

who was training
with a tattoo artist.

You've got it made.

Me? Hardly!

I'm dangerously close to 40.

I smoke dope in the morning, no kids.

I'm just a sweet good-for-nothing.

You think I'm good for something?

I let my best friend die alone in hospital

for a few extra teeth cleanings.

But...

I wanted to ask you something.

How...

do you go about...

I mean, when it's over?

When it's over?
You mean, when I kill them?

What do you mean?

When you decide you've had enough.

Why?

Just because...

Will you give me...

advance notice?

You'll know before me.

Women are always ahead of men
for those things.

Shit!

I totally forgot. I'm sorry.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

Am I disturbing you?

You look half asleep.

- Pleased to meet you.
- This is Anais, a former student of mine.

Caroline, a friend of his mother's.

Mind coming another time?

I was leaving anyway.

I have to babysit in 2 hours.
So yeah, I do mind.

Okay.

Didn't you tell me your mother died?

It's been 3 years already.

You look so much like her.

Look, Julien,
I'm so glad I stopped by

and saw how you were settled.

Your apartment's charming.

- I'll see you out.
- There's no need.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- Thanks.

I put some honey in it.
It'll do you good.

Don't you want me to call the doctor?

No, it's nothing.

Take a few days off?

No way. We're booked solid.

We could go away, the two of us.

I don't know, to Iceland.
It's invigorating.

Iceland?

Oh, no, please!

Geysers, fjords and all that? No.

Let's fight seasonal affective disorder,

darling.

Remember what we were doing in '78?

That's a long time ago.

- What were we doing?
- Making love.

All the time. We never quit.

Don't you remember?

I wonder if...

I wonder if we shouldn't try again.

I stopped by the club
to pick you up earlier.

Did you?

I ran into the director, I guess.

A very nice guy.

Paul.

But you weren't there.

Maybe that's where I caught cold.

The parking lot was freezing.

Too bad I missed you.
I was next door...

Sure, I don't doubt it.

- Don't mind me.
- Excuse me?

Don't mind me.

Joints in the car, the makeup,

evenings with your depressed friend.

And dinner at the Garden of Delights.
Not very...

Not very discreet.

Ségoléne...

was delighted to tell me about it,
trying to look embarrassed.

In this son of situation,

the courtesy would be

to make sure
the other one doesn't find out.

I think so, anyway.

What are you doing?

- Let's talk it over.
- Talk about what?

Your torrid liaison with a guy
who's our daughter's age?

So what?

So what?

Have you looked at yourself?

He's the one who looks at me.

Would you love me
if you didn't love me?

Would you love me
if you didn't love me?

You're dreaming. Turn around.
I don't need you.

Look: madame, madame, madame.
Lots of them.

Imagine it: he winds up
with a rival who's 35 years old!

So I have to reassure him?

For once it's the other way round.
You're avenging us.

The last time I made love was...

Cut it out.

You'll hurl yourself.

I don't care, I fully enjoyed myself.

I was your worst enemy,
the blonde who drove them wild.

What about Jacky?

Jacky?

We've been together 8 years.

He's my third husband,
plus all the others.

I've never stopped.

Yet I was so bored
I had to make up for it.

But was it about romance or...

Sex? Both!

What an asshole!

Then why keep going back?

It's like asking an alcoholic
to switch to Fanta.

Yeah, right, thanks.

Fuck!

As long it was only
the ambulance driver,

the student, the mobile phone rep,
I could deal with it. But this...

I don't know what she does to him.

But she sure is well preserved.

When he's tired of his mother,
he'll come back.

I think she heard you.

My husband knows.

Shit.

And the club, and your girlfriends.

And soon, the whole town and suburbs.

So?

What do you want?

So...

what do we do?

I don't know, as you like.

Actually, you don't care.

- I didn't say that.
- You're right.

Since we're replaceable,
interchangeable.

That's what you think.

And Lydia...

What are you doing with that girl?

Why talk about Lydia?
What do you care about her, honestly?

I make up the bed
and answer the door.

So tough luck if some of you meet
on the stairs, I don't give a damn.

I'm a diversion.

And during the diversion,
I do my best. Sorry.

For chrissakes.

Like?

Like leaving the lights off!

Leaving the room while you dress.

Initiating you
to the secrets of computing.

And you know what?

I've had it. You don't know me.

You couldn't exactly
write a poem about me.

You're right.

Goodbye, Julien.

I finally stopped
by Sarah's organization.

They want me.

So I figured

I'd quit Bright Days Ahead.

I broke up with him.

Quite a day.

Did it go all right?

Think I'm going to fight

to win you back?

Well, no.

I'm getting old, too.

Here.

Thanks.

What's the occasion?

That's sweet, but I don't smoke.

It's for me, when I come see you.

I didn't tell you,
I started smoking again.

Relax.

I know it's ugly,
but it's made with such love.

For all the noodle necklaces
I wore thinking of you.

I hear you're quitting.

I used up the trial offer.

But it was a great gift, really.

So great that you're quitting.

Sidonie, you're too close to the water.

Sidonie, you'll get wet.

Move back!

Sidonie, you hear me? Arthur!

She mad at me?

She's disappointed.

But I really don't care.
Do what you like with your life.

I'm the king of fools.
Call me

I'm having an affair.

What son of affair?

I have a lover.

He's your age.

- He's what?
- Your age.

Pretty close, anyway.

Oh, my God!

I don't know him, do I?

I have a lover, too.

Lise, you can't do that.

What about your kids,
your job, your life?

I'm joking.

And I don't have the guts
or the time.

Not like you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I don't care about Bright Days.

Don't pull such faces.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You never are.

But it doesn't matter.

See you Sunday.

Sunday.

I'm really the king of fools...

Ever been to Reykjavik?

U joking? Taking revenge?

No, I made reservations
for this weekend.

Got tickets? Taking care of everything?

Exactly!

You're home early.

Yep.

Am I disturbing you?

Where you going?

To spend the weekend at Sylviane's.
We're rehearsing Marivaux.

The Dispute? False Confessions?

Were you going to leave a note
on the fridge?

I didn't know until today.

I leave tomorrow.

You had your conference...

How convenient.

Not sleeping here tonight?

I'm rehearsing No
Trifling with Love.

It's exhausting.

Stop it, Philippe.
This is ridiculous.

What? A bad vaudeville?
The tone is off?

- I'm not being a good cuckold?
- I don't want all this.

Please.

Then hold me back.

Go on.

Okay, I'll stop.

She gives me a smile

I must talk to her a while

Here it comes.

I'll say words of blue

With eyes that say "I love you"

Words of Blue... Christophe.

Lyrics by Jean-Michel Jarre.
An absolute masterpiece.

You're not into '70s pop?

I bet you prefer songs with a story.
Barbara, Brel...

Not really.

Not at all, in fact.

The tall brunette and the sweaty whiner

onstage always irritated me.

That guy's crawling!

Get moving!

Be careful!

Get back over!

Excuse me, ma'am, is this seat free?

Yes, be my guest.

- What flight are you on?
- Reykjavik.

I got here far too early.

The less you want to go,

the earlier you come.

The curse of old age.

- You're right. I'll dump my watch.
- You're young.

That's totally different.

Not that young. I'm 60.

How wonderful!

Until I was 84, life was wonderful.

Iceland is one of the first trips I took
after retiring.

Vik's Cliffs with the love of your life...

There's nothing better.

- He's a lucky one.
- She was.

Yes, that's how it goes.

Say, could you keep an eye on my things?

I have to use the toilets.

The bad news is,
the flight's delayed a half-hour.

The good news is,
I got us on the one leaving now.

It was close, because it's overbooked.

The young lady's on our flight.

She's from London.

- There... It's...
- A relapse?

She can take my place.

- What?
- She can take my place, I said.

That's fine.

What are you saying?

Don't worry.

I made a friend, too.

It's just fine this way.

I want to go home, now.

I promise you.

Stop it.

See? Hold you.

Hold you you'd know before I did.

Yes, it's me.

No, I'm not asleep.

Where are you?

What's going on?

Okay. And what...

What do you want from me?

Well, you're hearing me.

Good night, Caroline.

- I'm warning you, the room's...
- It's fine.

And as for the local tourist attractions...

True, you've accustomed me to better.

Last time you ran away,
you even went to Paris if I remember.

Right?

I'm getting old, too.

Tasty.

A nice Chateau d'Yquem with this

would bring out the candied fruit.

You wouldn't have a cigarette?

Too bad.

Anyone here?

There's no one around. Come on.

I couldn't imagine there was no desk.

Think we should split up?

What a silly idea.

But if you think so...

I don't know. Maybe.

I don't know.

Can you take us?
We lost our hotel key.

It's chilly!

- Let's go.
- Come on.

You coming too?

I'll wait for you.

Want help?

Hi, Paul. How are you?

- I'm afraid of the water.
- It's cold.

We going swimming?

- No.
- Yes we are.

I'll dip my feet in.

This is so beautiful!

Stop it! Don't film the dressing room!

Cut it out.

Go on.

I've got a boner.

I do.

Go on.