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So, do we wash it, boss?

We wash nothing at all.

We park it and watch it.

CABINET CHURCH-WARDEN DEBT RECOVERY

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello.

The Sopotek case has returned.

- Who had we entrusted it to? - To Fauvel.

He refused?

Summon Moretti tomorrow morning, nine o'clock.

Not nine, ten.

- When you get back from the station. - The train station?

You will take your wife and son at the station at Pentecost.

Ah, yes, ten o'clock, then.

Here, pass me the coat over there, please.

It may not take long. Perhaps?

- This is a coat, Julien. - Excuse me.

When are you coming?

Friday or Saturday. Is it okay?

Will you remember to record "The Knights of the Zodiac"?

- Yes, I will. - Try Friday.

Yeah.

Don't forget to advertise at the bakery and the tobacco shop, too.

Yes. Can you tell me why Muriel canceled?

I've told you three times. She found a guy, he lives in Poitiers.

- So Muriel is going to Poitiers. - Well.

Now, we are looking for another girl. Understand? Or do you want it in writing?

Why is Muriel leaving?

Okay, we have to go, you are going to miss the train.

I don't care if you go with or without cookies.

Get the job done.

Yes, but I'm telling you that it will be inevitable.

Okay, 15 percent. Moretti, will that be okay?

- And say hello to Jeannine for me. - It's not Jeannine anymore. It's Sophie.

You are going faster and faster.

We do what we can.

No.

I will be back.

- You've a meeting with Mr. Sarret at noon! - I know.

May I?

It's not possible, right?

Well...

Why?

Still...

Oh well...

The problem is that I already had lunch.

But we can have dinner, right?

I am Julian. And you are?

What's your name?

Galli.

Angela Galli.

Okay, uh, I have to go.

What should we do?

We'll see.

If the Italians had delivered on time,

It would've been on time. I wouldn't be there, see?

Mr. Sarret,

a new deadline could be considered only with very solid guarantees.

So?

You have Angela on line two.

What is that?

- Personal. - Excuse me.

- Yes? - Let's say it works.

- What? - For tonight.

Ah, that! Very good!

And where do we meet?

Bowling alley, Montparnasse. Do you mind?

No, not at all. Why?

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Excuse me.

That phone call, was it the standard one?

The direct line, sir.

- Hello? - Are you okay, man? Arrived safely?

- Yes. - Can you put mom on?

- Where are you? - At home.

- Can you put mom on? - Mom!

- Bikini is dead. - What?

The cat. Moumoune's cat.

Ah! Yes.

- Are you okay? - Yes. What about you?

I'm fine. Did you take care of the ad?

Yes.

- What are you doing tonight? - Maybe I'll go to the movies.

- Alone? - Yeah.

Well.

I have to go. Should we kiss?

Yes.

- Till tomorrow. - Okay.

- Yes? - I'm expecting someone, thank you.

She took a taxi and left him there, can you believe it?

As a result, she settled with Ju. We will explain everything to J.P.

Or it's going to be a mess. Okay?

Yeah, same.

Ciao, kisses.

- You haven't ordered anything? - I just arrived.

Are we eating here or elsewhere?

- Why? Don't you like it here? - Yes.

Looks like she came back?

Are you happy then? What is good today?

Sweet bread and rib eye steak.

Sweet bread, is it good?

It's been here since Tuesday, so it's a little stale.

Okay, a steak and the sides.

Well, the same thing for me.

Excuse me for a second.

Hello?

Hold the line.

She is not here. Hold on, she's coming.

- Fries or salad? - Fries for me, but she...

Salad.

You're really needed, huh?

Why do you say that?

Hello?

- How is it? - What?

The meat.

Looks good. I haven't tasted it yet.

It's not easy to handle, her boyfriend is SP.

- What is he? - SP. HIV positive.

Really nice guy. He had a restaurant when he was 20.

I mentioned that already.

They're dogs in intensive care.

It seems that...

We're leaving?

Are you not eating?

I'm not hungry.

I'll be waiting for you at the front.

Where do you live?

At the 15th.

It's okay, it's not too far. Where is your car?

Have you forgotten?

No, it's there.

And you, where do you live?

Well, maybe we could go have a drink somewhere else?

Let's go to your place, I don't want to go to bed late.

What are we doing here?

Listen...

I'm sorry, but it's not possible.

I mean, at my home, it is not possible.

Okay.

You understand?

Well, yeah.

Come on, I'll take you back.

Where to?

Wherever you want.

What is it?

Alright, I'm sorry. I hurt you, I'm sorry.

I swear I really like you, but it's just not possible.

It's not because of you.

I don’t know, I can't do it anymore...

I'm sorry.

No. Wait, it's me.

Okay, where you are going?

I don't want to take you there. I'll take a taxi.

Look, there is no taxi.

It's okay, I'll wait.

Are you kidding? You'll wait until tomorrow morning.

It's okay, I'll manage.

Let's call a cab at my place.

Is this your home?

Yes.

Why?

Nothing, it's really nice.

I mean, you're lucky.

Oh damn!

What?

She is so beautiful!

Is she sleeping here?

No, she's on vacation in Royan.

With Charles.

How old is Charles?

Seven years old.

You called 47 39 33 33.

G7 taxis are available for 24 hours a day.

Please wait, an operator will answer.

What are you recording?

The Knights of the Zodiac.

Cool.

G7, how may I be of service?

A cab for 23 Jean-Daudin Street, in the 15th, please.

Stay on the line, please. We're looking for a car.

Thank you.

- Twenty-three Jean-Daudin Street? - Yes.

There are no cars available. Please call back later. Thank you.

She's thin, isn't she?

Not particularly.

- Thinner than me anyways. - Hold on.

Sorry.

- You don't want to tell me? - What?

- That she's better than me. - Listen...

I'm not jealous.

No.

You're not intrusive.

And you're not embarrassing, either.

Then?

What?

You are beautiful.

No.

- Is that yours? - Yes.

Why?

Nothing, I'm trying to relax. Do you think these things are easy?

Listen...

It is better to stop here.

Shit! It's hot!

You're right. I'll take a bath and go.

Should I go?

What's wrong with your wife?

Nothing. Why?

Look at my feet.

Don't you think they're pretty?

- Yeah. - I have Greek feet.

It's when the second toe is longer than the big toe. Did you know?

- No. - You do not care?

For feet?

Well, that's not particularly my thing...

Ah, yes? What is your thing?

I don't know, uh...

The eyes.

- You all say that. It sucks. - Why?

Because, if you ask a guy what he likes best about a girl, he says that.

- It sucks, I'm sick of it. - Is that so?

And what do you like best about a guy?

The balls.

You hold a guy's balls. You have it all in your hand.

You can make him cum or hurt him so badly, that he calls for his mother like a baby.

Hold on.

Only if I want to.

Shit.

You're not going to answer?

No!

They really want to talk, don't they?

You don't know what you want, do you?

You're suffocating me.

Sorry.

Why aren’t you saying anything?

Guess.

Shit!

Don't come in, I broke some glass!

- Look, you cut yourself. - It's nothing.

Do you have any milk?

You have to put on a bandage. You're bleeding everywhere!

It's nothing, I'm telling you! It's nothing.

Listen...

Sorry, it's not my fault my hands were wet...

No, wait, that's not it...

- Yes? - Ah, at last!

Why at last?

Were you sleeping?

Yes!

But earlier, you didn't respond.

Is that so? Listen, I don't know...

I must've been in the bathroom. I didn't hear anything.

- What is happening? - Nothing.

- What do you mean? - No, nothing.

Charles and I were thinking of you, so we tried to call.

Then I put him to bed, we watched TV, then I called back, no one answered.

So I went to bed, I couldn't sleep,

so I called again and then, here you are.

Okay.

Are you still there?

Yes, I am. Of course.

- What did you watch? - Watch?

In the movie theater.

Uh, nothing. In the end, I didn't go.

So?

Yes.

You're acting weird.

Not weird. The word is tired.

No. Weird.

Good night.

- Wait. - Yes?

- Kisses. - Kisses.

Who are they?

My parents.

And the others? Your wife's parents?

Yes.

They get along well, then?

Yes.

How old were you when you met your wife?

Seventeen. Why?

- Nothing, it's good. - Yeah, that's good.

I failed.

Don't exaggerate. You still have time.

Yes, of course.

When you miss the first time and start over...

It's a second time, and it's not as good.

Yes, yes.

"Seeking young girl to take care of a seven-year-old boy

after school and Wednesday afternoons. No foreigners, please."

You have something against foreigners?

Ah, damn!

- You hear? - What?

Listen, listen.

Timbuk 3, I love them. They're awesome! Don't you like them?

- I don't know them. - Oh, they're great!

He has too many toys.

Well, yes. What do you want?

I'm sure he doesn't even play with half of them. Ah!

Oh shit!

- We'll fix it. - No, leave it.

I do not know what to say, I'm sorry...

- Shall I call you a cab? - No, thanks.

Listen, I wanted to tell you...

I am...

- Yes? - I'm glad that I got to know you.

But it stops here. I don't regret anything.

- You're sure? - 100 percent.

Besides, you're the first Greek feet that I have ever met, so...

Well...

Ciao..

- You got up early. - I didn't go to bed.

- How was it? - Yeah, great.

I came across an awesome cab. We kept getting lost.

Finally, we got a friend of his and ended up in Montana at 5:00 a.m.

- Good. - By the way, could you help me out?

- Yeah. How much? - I don’t know. As much as you can.

Will that be okay?

Yeah, great. Thank you.

Okay, well, bye then.

Okay, bye.

We don't quite understand why we're here.

You haven't received our mail?

Yes but...

We don't see what you have to do with it.

We are the Church-Warden Company.

And we’re now managing your file.

And you are part of Choc-Rabais?

Oh no, no. Not at all, no.

We just bought out a number of their litigation files.

Bought?

Yes.

So, in May 1991 you bought

a Choc-Rabais house, 131 Avenue Ledru-Rollin,

with a stereo equipment,

for a sum of 37,567 francs. Right?

Yes, right.

You have paid 3,567 francs in cash

and took out a loan for the remainder. Right?

Yes.

The first four payments

have been settled, the second one, a week late,

and the last one, a month late.

The mother of your friend,

Ms. Theresa Santos,

domiciled in Bayonne, which served as a guarantee.

As she has no fixed income, she issued a mortgage,

on her house in Bayonne.

She received no response from you, nor your deposit,

and was unwilling to engage in costly and time-consuming legal proceedings,

The Choc-Rabais house gave us your file.

But why?

Finally, I mean...

What good is it for you to buy debt?

This is what we do here. It's our job.

Then why did our next-door neighbors

start getting phone calls at night and everything?

Guys who told them that we owed them money.

And the manager of the apartment, who...

It is just the usual procedure.

Calling people who don't know us in the middle of the night?

You weren't responding to our mail.

Our agents have done the necessary to establish contact and...

They did well. The proof? You are here.

But it's disgusting!

The one who got you expensive equipment at a competitive price.

Who has not been paid might have said the same.

You don't think so?

- May I smoke? - I’d rather you didn’t.

So, the situation is simple.

You either pay what you owe,

or I do what is necessary to proceed with the forfeiture

of Mrs. Santos' apartment.

GASOLINE

What are you doing here?

I brought you your money.

Oh, well... It's nice, but it wasn't worth it.

I don't like owing something.

Here.

What's this?

Look.

Now you will know.

Ah well, listen...

You’re going home?

Why?

I have to go to the ban. I need only two minutes.

Where's the bank?

Park there, they will not pass.

Why park? I’ll drop you off.

Yeah, okay.

As you wish.

What?

Are you in a hurry?

Not sure if my friend is here.

Who exactly are you going to meet?

Ariane. You'll see, she's a super nice girl.

- I told you at 3:00 p.m.! - Listen, don't piss me off and open up!

You should understand!

You said a week, but I've had this thing for three months.

I lent it to Klaus now!

He doesn't have a face to be called Klaus.

And him?

Does he have a face to call himself?

Julien!

Julien?

Here.

- Here. - You were really kind. Thank you.

It's nothing. Will it be fine now?

- Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, it's good. - Well...

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Hey!

What song should I listen to?

"I Love You in the Strangest Way."

- Yes? - It's Angela. Are you okay?

Yes, I am fine. What is it?

I wanted to thank you again. You were so awesome.

No, are you kidding? It's fine.

- Well, good evening then. - Yeah, you too. Ciao.

Ciao. Wait, tell me...

How did you get this number?

Yes?

When are you coming?

Hello, it's me. Remember? Your wife? We have a child together.

- Wait. - Yes, darling.

- Well... - Who did you think it was?

Le Guennec. She lost a file.

- Is it okay? The weather is nice? - No. Well, not too bad.

- When are you coming? - Tomorrow evening.

Alright?

You should bring my blue sweater. The small one.

- And Charles' Keds and K-way. - Yeah. Okay. Till then.

Hold on, I'll write it down. I'll forget otherwise.

- Blue sweater. - Yes.

- Yeah. - Keds.

Keds.

- K-way. That's all? - Yes.

- Okay. - Be careful on the road.

I promise.

- Will you put Charles on? - No, he's at Pilou's.

- Good. You kiss him for me then. - Okay.

- Tomorrow then. - See you tomorrow.

Kisses.

Julien?

Yes?

Le Guennec never loses a file.

There are three shell companies that pass the buck.

- We must talk to the tax authorities. - Of course. That's what I do.

Am I disturbing you?

Yes? So, see you on Monday?

Serge?

I can't do it.

That's three sales deals. I've already got too much.

One more, and I'll explode.

- Lower your prices. - Are you listening or what?

I fucked up a two-room apartment in Charonne at below 15 percent.

- Do you understand? - Hardly.

Hardly? What are you doing to me?

It's not a joke. It's serious.

Anyway! Mister Berthoud, please.

Darrès, darling. When you hear a voice like mine, it is definitely Darrès.

And Darrès, he has no time to waste. Your wife, how is she?

She's okay. She is in Royan.

- That's good. - I'll join her tonight.

That is less good. Martin? Serge.

Guess where I'm calling you from. No, but guess...

From Draguignan.

We meet at three o'clock,

but they're there. Aren't they worried? What do you mean, worried?

The stupid thing, old man. The Lockheed in the carburetor.

Okay, then tell them that Darrès' word is better than a notarial deed.

See you on Tuesday.

I will have a beautiful check all certified and a good bottle. Okay?

Don't fit in the bottle? With the head they have, what a surprise.

What amplifier? Ah yes. No. I was joking.

If we can joke, there is more than...

Tuesday, see you Tuesday. Promise. And then you--

Every morning I stay a little longer in the shower, Julien.

I hate turning off the tap.

I have no strength.

Call Mr. Merchuret at the Stadler Bank.

- You explain it to him. - No.

Yes, but then, what are friends for? You, above all?

Why should I play the good Samaritan?

To clear me?

Because I'm a professional scavenger? That's it?

Your wife just called. It's raining. They are coming back.

Austerlitz, 10:16 p.m.

There you go!

Sorry!

Ah! Either you made a big effort,

or you haven't eaten here.

But what is this?

- What? - The carpet.

- What's wrong with the carpet? - It's full of stains.

Is that so? You think?

What's wrong?

What is it?

My horse...

What?

It is broken.

Well, I wanted to fix it.

I saw Serge at noon.

And?

Well, it's not joyous...

He is about to go bankrupt. That wouldn't surprise me.

How do you find it?

Not bad.

Did you buy that there?

No.

I don't know, it's small...

Yes.

It's funny.

What?

It's not really your kind of thing.

That is true.

Good night.

Good night.

Did you take care of the ad?

Yeah, I put one at the bakery, and another at the tobacco shop.

Well. I will sort it out for today, but tomorrow,

I have an appointment in the 19th. Can you go to the school?

I'll see. I'll tell you.

If not, I'll ask the janitor's daughter.

But I don't like her too much. She taught him how to spit.

- To spit? - Yes. To spit.

See you soon.

Sir?

Liebermann, 500,000 is too much.

They also think that it is too much, sir.

I am listening.

It's not only an excellent record,

but they went to a credit company

which is about to go to court for illegal discounts.

It would cause a chain reaction with us at the end.

We'd be able to get double the amount

without even having to process the file.

- I got a hint... - I'm not telling Moretti everything.

- I didn't say it was Moretti. - I know, sir.

Have a nice day sir.

Le Guennec?

Yes?

Coffee.

Is it ready?

Why did you put that on?

Mom did it.

Did she tell you to put it on?

If it's too small for me,

it has to be for you.

- No? - Okay.

Yeah, I guess.

So, it can only be Charles'.

Simple, right?

You can see, it's not his.

Ah, yes.

This is what is wrong.

- What's this story about? - I do not know.

Will you pass me some coffee?

Charles! But can't you see what he's doing?

After coffee. Before coffee, I don't see anything at all.

You should know that.

No! You understand nothing at all!

So, start again from the beginning.

She had seen that Eleanor had copied from Grégory.

And she didn't say anything!

No!

What is it, Daddy?

Well, that's a thing for the gym, right?

Ah yes. Yeah, I don't know.

Wait, wait, I got it. It's the other staircase at the back.

I was talking to myself.

- Sorry, young man. - Are you going down, Charles?

Goron.

- Miss Goron. - Yes.

Well, she still gave nineteen to Aliénor...

Is that so?

I do not know where he is.

You just have to call his mother, in la Drôme.

Me? I don't give a fuck anymore.

You just have to call her, for once.

The number is 16...

Go ahead!

Go!

16 43

67 98 92.

That's it.

Madam. Mr. Bernier has heard everything.

You see? It's easier when you explain.

But it's okay, calm down, Madam! It will work out, it will work out...

Kiss little Stéphane for me, okay?

Who do we have in la Drôme?

What?

Something wrong?

What did you ask me?

La Drôme. Who do we have in la Drôme?

Uh, there's Lemaire in Valence, Otherwise, there is Porraz in Lyon.

- What, what is it? - It's Charles.

He asked me if there's an accent on "camel."

Didn't you tell him?

No, because I'm not sure.

There isn't.

Well, what did I tell you? Okay, so, next one.

"Syrup."

Oh, no! "Syrup," you know that.

It's not "eaup," it's "up."

- "Syrup"? - I'll go.

Yes.

Hello.

- I'm coming for the announcement. - Come in, come in!

- Miss Galli? - Yes.

It was with me you talked to. Anne Bernier.

- Good evening. - Nice to meet you.

Sorry, I'm early.

- That's fine. Come in. - Sorry.

- Thank you. - We will go through there...

No, no, stay with Charles. I'll take care of it.

Bastard!

What?

Is it good? Is it "eau"?

No. It's not okay either.

I'm sick of this stuff!

And, above all, what is it for?

Well, I don't know, old man.

There you go. We have seen it all. It's up to Charles on what he thinks.

Charles, this is Angela.

You have a nice wooden horse.

It is broken.

Dad broke it.

On Wednesday, we can go to the zoo,

or the museum?

Ah yes, very good. Perfect.

So when could you start?

Well, I don’t know. Whenever you want me to. Tomorrow?

Tomorrow...

It's perfect.

I am glad.

I think we've seen everything.

Yes.

See you tomorrow.

- We do as we said. - Okay.

- Goodbye. - Thank you very much. Goodbye.

That's it.

I don't understand you, you know?

You asked her nothing, you know nothing about her, and you hired her.

- She's very good, this girl. - Oh, you don't find her vulgar?

Vulgar?

Yeah, well, listen, I can't have someone who smokes at home.

- I already see trouble. - How do you know she smokes?

She hasn't smoked a single cigarette.

Oh well, listen, she stank of tobacco...

- We have to look for someone else. - Another one who lives in the building?

You won't even have to take her home at night.

Don't you realize how lucky we are?

I forgot something in the car!

ANGELA GALLI

So, I said to her, "Sorry, Madam, I work for lawyers

and I need to know that." After a minute of silence, she said...

"I need you not to know that."

Jean-Pierre claims she is crazy. I think he's right.

- Isn't he? - Yes.

Something's wrong?

No. Well, nothing, why?

- So. - Ah.

- See you tonight. - See you tonight.

- No, wait. - Do you know you're crazy?

- What? - Did you see yourself last night?

I almost died. If you’d want to sell the fuse, you did a good job.

The fuse? But what fuse? What is this story?

What are you doing here?

By the way, I'm so worried. I can't find the T-shirt I was wearing.

There was English on it. Didn't you see the mess I left in your room?

- Are you kidding me, Angela? - No, you're nice. Don't shout.

I don't have time, I haven't showered.

Would you answer?

Yes?

Is that Miss Galli’s?

Hello?

This is Anne Bernier. I would like to speak to Miss Galli, please.

What? I can't. Tell them to call back later.

I can’t!

- Yes? - Am I bothering you?

It's Anne Bernier.

Hello?

I'm here. Excuse me. Is something wrong?

No, I just want to tell you that Charles will leave at four o'clock

on Thursday. I had completely forgotten to tell you.

Okay.

Very good. See you tonight.

Thank you.

Well...

Piss off! We said ten o’clock!

Two minutes, honey. Two minutes.

You did it again.

Forget it. What do you want?

We had a date. We even had lunch.

No, but listen to me.

I bought it at 32,000 francs per square meter.

They have a two-room apartment on the ground floor. Guess how much.

- Avenue Carnot? - No, it's there!

I don't know, 35,000?

Forty-three, man. You follow me? I bought it for myself.

Eighth floor, terrace, double parking, two bathrooms, air conditioning.

- Well, I won't tell you. - Well, sell it, then!

Will you listen to me someday?

I have already sold it twice.

This time I'll be the lucky one.

- Why? Is there a defect? - Defect? Are you stupid?

Crisis! Banks no longer follow my little heart.

For something like this, banks demand 40 percent in cash

and you get the insurance premium!

Serge, that's nice, but I don't want to buy an apartment.

I thought of a house in Royan for the holidays.

Royan? What are you going to do in Royan? Are you stupid or what?

Okay, come and see.

Usually, you get to the apartment with an elevator.

At this price, it's still a bargain, because you'll never have it like that.

And at the bottom. Over there. Come.

Well, this little one, I love it.

But I saw it when it was too late.

The crisis came as a bonus, and I was a real sucker

with Juliette and my Lexomils.

See.

Talk to me now about Royan. I am listening.

And besides, it's next to the office.

Planned on living here with your kid?

Never miss the chance, Julien.

You only got it once. And you know why?

Because you have to earn it.

So, are you buying this apartment?

No. Leave me alone.

And Celia had it "very well."

Even Stéphane knew it.

Well, don't you know?

- Delphine cried. - No!

- Give me your coat. - Dad!

- You're here? - Yes, I'm here.

Do you know what you're gonna do?

Go play in your room for a bit, because we have to talk.

- Okay? - What about my snack?

We'll take care of it.

Good.

Okay, well, that's enough, isn't it?

What?

You know very well what I mean.

You don't love me anymore?

That's enough.

Give me back the keys and go away.

What have I done?

Tell me what you're doing in my building?

- What's the point of working at home? - Is it ready?

What's wrong with her?

Nothing. I'll bring it to your room.

I don't want you to hurt her.

Don't you worry. Go now.

What are you up to?

Angela? I went to school,

but you were already...

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

Mom! He keeps making her cry.

And he says she...

There is no ashtray in your house.

Make your decision. You know where to find me.

Come on, you have to sleep now, okay?

Good night, pumpkin.

Good night, little man.

Sleep well.

Um...

The funny thing is that I found an apartment for us today.

Hilarious.

No kidding. It's Serge's thing.

He was desperate and had to let it go

at 40 percent below its value.

I know you wanted us to buy a house in Royan, but we have to think about it.

It's the Place d'Iéna.

One hundred and eighty square meters with a terrace.

You wouldn't be against it?

Well, say something.

What do you want?

For you to pack your suitcase.

Wait!

It's not because you had sex with her. This is more serious.

It's because you took me for an idiot.

When I was in Royan, I already knew that something was going on.

I didn't wait for you to piece it altogether.

All you needed to do was talk to me.

To talk!

To tell me!

She put her ass on my bed.

She broke my son's horse.

Then she got hired by me.

And now, she’s waiting for you at home to find out

what you decided.

Anne, it's...

It's not what you think, I swear. It's a mess that I don't understand.

You knew her before she showed up here, yes or no?

- Yes. - And the T-shirt is hers?

This is a mess!

- What kind of mess? - I don't know.

Then find out!

Go tell her you're free.

Go live with her in the 180 square meters of Serge Darrès.

Go ahead!

She's waiting!

Do you want it?

I want you to go see her, now!

I want you to tell her, your bitch, that you love your wife,

your son and your house.

That you blame her and yourself to have made them suffer.

That you don't know if you'll get your wife back after all this,

but that you will try.

That you won't do that anymore.

Well, don't be afraid.

I left Anne.

Really?

You know,

I never stopped thinking about what you told me the other day.

You know, about the first time?

Well, that doesn't exist.

Believe me. What matters,

it's not the first or the second,

it's the right one.

I want to live with you.

How did it happen?

Very simply.

She asked me to choose.

And I've chosen.

That's all.

You don't believe me, do you?

I'll show you something.

Put on your jacket, I'll take you there.

Where?

To see the apartment where we are going to live.

You'll thank me when you see it.

Come.

You told your wife that you were going to live here with me?

No, but I told her we were going to move to a new apartment.

Are we going to do it?

Are you happy?

Is that what you wanted?

Yes.

Well, enjoy it, then.

Because it won't last long.

And then, before we leave,

tell me who gave you the right to mess with my life?

How do you do, Mr. Bernier, of the Church cabinet?

What do you have with the Church?

Angela Galli means nothing to you, but if I bring up Marc Cipriano,

it will refresh your memory.

Who is this Cipriano?

It's that Gallery business, isn't it?

Yes! The Gallery business.

Sixty thousand bales of merchandise with gum! You put us back, you asshole?

It was never me that you were looking at in your shitty office.

You never look at chicks in these cases. You never.

We had to sell everything.

We borrowed and we paid you a half back.

Don't you think we at least deserved a relief?

No. No!

You continued to spoil our lives, Marc's and mine.

Marc really freaked out.

He stole a bike and he crashed on the road.

He is in the hospital, hanging from pulleys like a piece of junk,

with tubes everywhere.

Even if he gets out, he'll never walk again!

And you know what?

I was thinking of you.

With your wife at home and your kid at school,

and your secretary who makes you coffee between two blowjobs!

So, I came to the Church cabinet, but you weren't there.

I waited for you and saw you coming.

And not only did you not recognize me, but you came on to me!

This is it!

Especially now, when you're done with your acting!

It was over the moment Anne saw us together!

She knows everything now!

So, what can you do to us?

You know nothing about women, Bernier.

You are as stupid as your cock.

For women, it's never over, even when it is.

Once the trust is lost.

They are never the same again. They brood, question, and doubt.

Of course, you'll tell her it's over.

Of course, you'll be good to her.

You'll give her kisses, and you'll suck her spots every night.

You'll take her on vacations, but she'll always be suspicious.

Especially if the phone rings at night.

And there's Angela on the line crying for her little Julien to call her.

Do you want money?

No.

But why are you doing this, then?

To take you with me.

We're going to end our lives together. It's cool, isn't it?

And what if I get a divorce?

You won't be able to do anything against us.

Don't be silly.

I'll just wait until you find another girl.

Unless you stay alone.

But it's no big deal.

At this moment, I will take care...

I will personally take care of your boss,

of your job...

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Are you satisfied?

Did you get what you wanted?

That's it.

I did as you told me.

It's over.

She did this to you?

No, I ran into a gang of hooligans while taking my car back.

I just have to take a shower.

- We have to call a doctor. - No, no. It's not worth it.

Did you file a complaint?

Don't worry.

I love you.

I'll be back in an hour.

- What? - I have something to settle.

You're going to see her, right?

No, it's not that.

What's in your bag?

Coverage. It has nothing to do with what you think.

I don't think anything. I don't understand anything.

Trust me.

Julien...

From today you will again be able to ask me a lot of things.

But not that.

How many were there?

I've told you four times, there were three of them.

And they all hit you at the same time, or one after the other?

No, no, all at the same time.

- And what did you do to them? - Well, all that I could.

- Yes, but... - Hold on. I have something to tell you.

We will move.

So, I have never worked with it, you know.

But I don't give up, I take out the certificate of sale...

She says, "I don't know who signed this paper,

but I can tell you, it wasn't me."

- No! - I swear to God.

And the check?

- What do you think? - Flew away?

Okay, well I'm going.

In any case, you are here! Huh? And thanks to whom?

The crisis should continue. We would soon have a country house.

By the sea.

- A house by the sea. - Yeah.

Come on.

If it's for me, I'm gone.

Is she happy?

Of course she is happy.

Hello?

Hello?

It's horrible, on Sunday.

Ciao..

Hello?

Hello?

It's the second time today.

Can you tell her to talk to me next time?

- I am really fed up. - Stop.

No, no. If your bitch really wants to talk to you on Sunday, let her.

It's better for everyone.

There's no bitch. And I don't know who is hanging up.

It must be the ones that call to find out if there is someone,

burglars, I don't know.

Yes, yes.

Are you going to stop?

What's the point of continuing like this?

I'm going to put Charles to bed.

It's time, little man.

Come.

Ah!

Come on. Good night.

What’s wrong?

Granny is picking me up from school tomorrow?

Yes.

It annoys you?

Yes.

Three days is not a long time. And you'll be happy, you know.

What are you going to do when I'm not here?

Nothing. Do not worry.

Are you going to discuss it again?

No, no.

It will work out, don't worry.

Okay?

Okay.

How long will it last?

Because it's been eight days since we moved,

I would like to know how long you are going to make the face.

I do not know.

As long as it takes.

I knew that you'd keep seeing her.

- Stop. - No.

I can't stop.

What's the matter?

I'm waiting for Charles to get out of the bathroom.

There's no one.

Coffee, Le Guennec.

Sir?

Do we send flowers to a woman who has lost her son?

No.

I don’t think so, no.

Where are we with the Feldbaum case?

Half on Tuesday, the rest in four monthly installments.

- Installments? - Guarantees by the regional fund.

Should I write a little note, anyway?

Yes.

Mr. Vienne is here.

- Who is that? - Mr. Vienne.

- What is that? - It's your ten o'clock meeting.

When did we arrange that meeting?

I do not know, sir.

Okay, well, get the file out.

There is no file, I already looked.

- What? - I thought it was personal.

Let him in.

Have a seat, please.

Here.

I thought

it would be better if we met like that.

Like what?

Like I was a customer.

I am not a customer.

Is that so?

And... What can I do for you?

You'll give me news about my wife.

Your wife? Do I know her?

Angela.

No more signs of life. Nothing.

For two months.

It's difficult for Jim.

Jim?

Her son.

He claims that.

He is only four years old.

He's too young to not see his mother anymore.

You know...

Angela, we don't know her very well...

She took care of Charles, our little boy,

but since we left the 15th,

we had no more news either.

There, I knew.

Marc told me to call the police, but I said to him, "You have to talk to him.

Maybe he doesn't know any more than we do."

Don't blame him, he is young, impetuous, handicapped for life.

It's not easy for him.

Marc?

Marc. Her lover.

Well, I will give you

my number.

In case,

you ever hear something.

Yes, of course.

Yes, Garrot is in cessation of payments and Doumène is waiting for us.

I'm coming.

Well,

listen, I’m sorry that I can’t tell you more.

Wait.

Why the police?

This is exactly what I told Marc. "Why the police?"

"It's a family affair, we have to settle that between us."

Settle what?

Mr. Bernier,

a little boy is waiting for me downstairs at a table,

in front of a strawberry frappe.

I don't want him to worry.

And since his mother’s disappeared, he very easily gets worried.

Yes, I'm not going to take care of that tonight. Ask Nachbaur.

- Already gone. - Well, we'll see.

Here.

We saw Marc.

At the hospital.

He doesn't want to hear a thing.

He wants to call the police.

- You'll have to help me. - But how can I help you?

You can convince him.

We have to go to Garches.

The best way is through Saint-Cloud.

We're not going to risk the ring road at this time. Jim?

If you mess up the office

of Mr. Bernier, he may beat you up.

He doesn't look like that, but he can be very violent.

Isn't that right, Mr. Bernier?

- What is this about? - Marc. He's talking nonsense.

Just before the disappearance, Angela called him

to tell him that you were going to buy an apartment for you and her,

therefore, you are the last person who saw Angela.

- You told him... - That you don't know anything?

That nothing happened between you two? Of course I told him.

But he doesn't believe it. Don't you understand?

- He knows Angela. - But me, he doesn't know me!

That's why you have to go to Garches, and talk to him before it's too late.

He's jealous, Mr. Bernier.

And very sick.

He is capable of anything.

Well listen, I won't go to Garches at this hour.

And if the so-called Marc

wants to go tell the police

that I had an affair with Angela, fine.

I'll know what to tell them, trust me.

But you don’t understand!

What he wants to say to the police is not that you slept with Angela,

he wants to tell them that you killed her.

But...

where did he get such an idea?

I didn't understand anything, a friend of his, who followed Angela

at his request, that night,

what do I know!

I'm telling you to talk to him.

- Unless? - Yes?

Unless you know where she is.

In that case, you will tell Angela to call me.

And we will leave Marc to his ramblings.

I have to call my wife.

Hello?

It's me.

I can't come home right away.

Garrot is late with the pay.

Doumène made an emergency appointment with the lawyer, I have to go.

Okay.

- Kisses. - Bye.

Hey, see, it's funny,

Angela is capable of many things,

she can even bring together two men like us.

This is my fourth wife,

but she is, by far, the most interesting.

REANIMATION

I entrust it to you.

I’ll go to see him.

Is this your collection?

Does it smell good?

Well...

We should...

Wait a little.

They are taking care of him.

It's funny.

When Angela left us, Jim and I, to go live with Marc,

we thought we wouldn't get over it.

And then Jim said,

"She will come back, she always comes back."

And I said,

"Yes, but this time it's different."

And Jim replied,

"Last time you said that too."

There are few things that can comfort us,

Mr. Bernier.

Except children.

Are we going in?

Stay there. Wait for us.

Children are not allowed in the rooms.

He is sleeping.

It happens sometimes, after the treatment,

but it never lasts more than ten minutes.

- I will be back. - Hold on.

Two minutes!

Just to see that Jim isn't going to do anything stupid.

Mr. Cipriano?

- Mr. Cipriano? - What are you doing here?

- I came with the gentleman. - Visits are from 2:00 to 6:00 p.m.

- I have to ask you... - We wanted to wait until he wakes up.

- He brought me to... - Until he wakes up?

Are you kidding?

Were you sleeping?

No. Don't you have your key?

I don't know, I can't find it.

I'm sorry.

Why?

I wanted it to work out.

I wanted it to get better.

He uses Guerlain perfume, your lawyer?

Ah, that! It's nothing, that's a kid.

A kid?

Yeah, he had plenty of samples, he broke one, that's all.

Where did this kid come from?

It's the son of a client.

Stop it!

Come on, give me that, it's infected.

For a type who eats his second dinner, you sure have an appetite.

What?

What now?

You're really kidding me, Julien?

What is this bullshit? What is that?

It's a restaurant bill.

Two place settings, two bottles of Saint-Émilion,

two lamb curries.

You hated it.

Do you have to love her so much that even your taste changes?

Where did you find that?

In your jacket.

The jacket that was unfortunately

sprinkled with Shalimar,

by a kid.

They become really insulting, your stories, Julien.

It was the kid's father.

He was the one who put it in my jacket.

Do you really think I'm gonna swallow this?

That your customers are joking by putting restaurant bills in your pockets?

Julien,

it's grotesque.

Wait, the date, it can't be today's date.

I will take Charles to my mother's house tomorrow night.

He will stay with me.

I'll leave you the number if you want to talk to him.

Anne...

I'm in deep trouble.

I didn't make you say that.

It's true that I wasn't with the lawyer tonight.

But I wasn't at the restaurant.

And I wasn't with Angela.

I was with her husband.

Her Italian? That old man?

She told you about it?

Yes, vaguely. That she was trying to leave him,

but that he always got her back.

That she needed him, but that she was fucking elsewhere.

That much I knew.

What did he want from you?

He's... looking for his wife.

Well, he talked to the right person.

- You told her? - No.

That's not nice.

Listen.

He took me to Garches.

He claims that Cipriano wants to accuse me for killing Angela.

I don’t care about that anymore, Julien.

All you tell is lies, but you're getting worse and worse.

You're talking nonsense.

Cipriano was a client of the firm.

It was Angela's boyfriend.

She did it all in revenge, do you understand?

It was a golden deal. It had been bought at a third of its value.

I don't care about any of that, Julien!

It may be true, it may be not true. What does it change?

And then, who knows? You might be very happy with her.

But you don't understand anything, Anne! She is dead!

It's getting grievous, Julien.

Grievous and grotesque.

But... Oh!

She's there!

I don’t want to jump over, she's rotting behind that fucking wall!

Are you satisfied?

She had decided to screw us up.

Doesn't matter what the price was.

She knew how to do it.

As I personally taught her.

Church-Warden had become a small firm on its own.

What do you want to do against someone who has nothing more to lose?

In the end, we fought.

She's the one who hurt your face...

She was fighting like a guy.

It was the purest hate.

I couldn't do anything.

At the end,

she grabbed a shovel.

I didn't mean to kill her.

Just stop it.

At the end,

I stashed her body behind the wall.

It was, actually, a recess for the pipes.

I didn't know what to do.

I stood in front of the police station, for an hour but I couldn't go in.

Then I wanted to come back and get her.

But when I arrived,

it was too late.

There was more than one thing to do.

You had to buy this apartment.

Yes.

Why couldn’t you just tell me,

"I loved her, I left her and that's it"?

Don't you think that I'd really prefer

to have a cheating husband,

instead of hysterical mythomaniac?

That's why I have to go, Julien.

Urgently.

To leave the guy who insults my intelligence.

Who wants me to believe that he bought this apartment to make

us live in it with a corpse?

Julien, stop it!

Stop that shit!

Why are you doing that?

Julien, please!

No!

You're crazy!

You are sick!

Look what you did!

For nothing!

No...

It can’t be for nothing.

Maybe that's what amuses you, you and Angela.

Maybe you will laugh like crazy when you tell her

how you tore the apartment down to show me an empty hole?

Huh?

Yes?

Hello?

Hello?

Your key.

"Julien,

I have been patient, but it's too much.

Yesterday evening at the restaurant, you swore to me that you and Anne were over.

And you gave me this key to prove that.

I just called and she was the one who picked up.

You lie like you breathe.

You made fun of me, I know what you were up to.

If I had used this key,

I would've found myself in front of Anne. What were you hoping for?

That we, women, would sort that, sparing you from taking

your own responsibilities?

It's ridiculous and it's insulting for me and for her.

I don't want to see you anymore, it's been six months,

I've been waiting and hoping for things that will never happen.

No kisses. Angela."

Have you ever seen a guy give his key to a girl while his wife was there?

No, Julien, but I had never seen a guy knocking down walls in his apartment

to dig up corpses that are not there.

Now, if you don't mind, we will stop this conversation.

I don't know who you are anymore.

I don't know what you want.

But I do know one thing.

I want you out of our life.

Anne, listen...

Even though I was the king of liars,

even if I didn't give a damn for Charles and you,

I'm not an idiot.

I know.

But you told me...

I was ready to believe in anything.

It is clear that you have been.

We can't let her mess with us like that.

Well...

Alright, I screwed up.

I know that I have to pay.

But this is too much.

It's too stupid.

You're my wife.

I love you, Anne.

I can't, Julien.

There's nothing left.

It's broken.

Hello.

Hello.

Coffee, Le Guennec.

Le Guennec?

Yes?

Mr. Bernier, Mr. Doumène is waiting for you in his office.

Right here, right now?

Yes.

Okay.

Come in, have a sit.

I believe you know Miss Galli.

Oh yes. Yes, it looks like I know her.

I will ask Miss Galli to repeat what she told me yesterday,

concerning the meeting of May 28th

and what followed.

That day he told Marc,

Mr. Cipriano and me

that we had 48 hours to find the money.

That evening, Marc got drunk.

He borrowed a motorbike and went on the ring road.

He ended up in Garches.

I was desperate so I came back here to see Mr. Bernier again,

to try to convince him to give us one more chance.

That’s not correct wrong, you weren’t here the next day.

He wasn't here, another gentleman saw me.

Which gentleman?

Mr. Moretti.

What did Mr. Moretti tell you?

That Mr. Bernier was gone to see his wife off,

and that it was useless to wait for him.

The case was in the hands of the bailiffs

and there was nothing left to do.

I was...

I was ill, I couldn't find the courage to leave.

I said to myself that, if I saw Mr. Bernier again and I told him about

the accident, maybe he would do something.

So I sat down on the front porch and waited.

And I saw Mr. Bernier arrive.

And you spoke to him?

No.

I was in such a state that I couldn't.

He came in...

I told myself that all I had to do was to go back to the hospital.

And then Mr. Bernier came out and he came to talk to me.

And what did he tell you?

That there might be a solution to my problem.

And that all I had to do...

That I would just have to be nice to him.

- That's not true, you don't want... - That is to say?

He told me that his wife was on vacation.

And if I came to his place and did what he asked of me,

he would do what was necessary to bury my file.

I'm really sorry, but all of it, completely fabricated.

- Didn't you go talk to him? - No, sir.

- Moretti? - I had an appointment with Moreuil.

The Gardel case.

I left the office to pick up my car from the garage.

And I saw Mr. Bernier sitting on the terrace with mademoiselle.

Alright, I went to the cafe.

But I didn't say anything that she claims...

She did not come to your house that night?

Yes, but it wasn't...

I tried to reason with him.

It disgusted me so much...

But he didn't want to hear any of it.

He told me that if I was not nice, it would speed up the process.

And he ran after me into the apartment.

And finally, we did it in his son's room.

And then, the next day, when I came back for what he promised,

at the bistro,

he told me not to think what I did was enough,

that he wanted me at his disposal, at any time and in any way,

and that only afterward he would do the necessary concerning my file.

After what?

After the Pentecost holidays. When his wife returned.

I started to cry, I told him that I had no money

to go see and Marc at the hospital.

And he gave me 300 francs as if I were a...

Can't you see it's all a lie?

It doesn't add up for a second, this story.

Be nice and tell me again what you told me yesterday,

concerning the morning of May 29th.

I left home late

and I didn't have time to have coffee.

So, I quickly went to the bistro, and when I got out,

I saw Mr. Bernier with mademoiselle, on the porch.

And what was he doing?

He was giving her some money.

Can't you see that she's acting?

Has he stopped his little game when his wife came back?

No.

He found me a room in his building so that he could watch me.

He made me come to his place as a babysitter,

to make sure to have me by.

It makes no sense!

You didn't hire her as a babysitter?

Yes, but...

Bernier, I am willing to visit your wife, if I have to.

He doesn’t have a wife anymore, she's gone.

She came to see me one evening in my room,

she told me she knew everything.

That she didn't blame me, but that she was going to leave him.

And then there was that apartment thing too.

He wanted to buy an apartment to reconcile with his wife.

And one evening,

he forced me to go to the site

to see it first.

I didn't want to, because it was dirty

and full of plaster, so he beat me.

It's her.

Not at all, it's her.

Did she beat you, Bernier? Really?

As I still didn't want that,

I was a little sick that day,

he grabbed a shovel

and he knocked me out.

It was the night watchman

who found me.

He heard me screaming and went upstairs. He was the one who called the ambulance.

I stayed in the hospital for two weeks because of the damaged vertebrae.

Now I have to wear this,

even when I sleep.

I told the police that they're thugs.

Why?

Because I thought, if I came to see you and I explained everything to you,

maybe you would do something for my file and all that.

I had a conversation with Miss Galli,

whom I thank for her understanding.

She was kind enough to accept not to file a complaint.

No sir, it's me

who thanks you

for the...

No, no. It was the least I could do.

As for you, Bernier,

we have agreed with Miss Galli,

to not initiate any legal action if

in an hour's time you evacuate your office,

leave the premises without any notice,

or compensation whatsoever.

I am really grateful, sir.

Subtitle translation by: Nikola Todorovic