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-I stepped on her feet. -Yes.

-Yours? -Mine.

-I'm in pain.

-Oh! -Whoa!

-Long and arduous was the path that led us to each other.

I had to disown my name, relinquish my titles,

and my mother as well.

You have endured

trials, sometimes unjust.

But here we are.

So let us raise our glasses, my love.

For life offers us the most beautiful of gifts.

A blank page to write together.

- Bravo! - Bravo!

- Bravo! - Congratulations!

- And also to my new family,

Céleste, Arsène.

I give you my word of honor,

Rose will want for nothing.

Neither she, nor the brood of children we want.

It's actually in order to be able to feed them

that I'm leaving tomorrow to meet with gallery owners.

And land tons of commissions.

Voilà, thank you.

-What about the honeymoon then? -No need for that

if he stays with me his whole life. -Voilà.

-Cute!

-To your honeyed life then!

-TO YOUR HONEYED LIFE!

-Music! -Okay.

-Let's dance. -Let's say no more.

-Your little chick.

-And you with your doctor!

-Maybe.

-Arsène, maybe this is the opportunity to announce it to them.

The good news!

-Yeah.

Mmh... Excuse me!

I know, sorry, I promise you,

we'll all be dancing again in a few minutes.

But I have excellent news to announce to you.

We both have excellent news.

Thanks to our speed record,

Najar and Castelnau, a French automobile manufacturer.

-Just the biggest.

-The biggest French automobile manufacturer

wants to partner with us, we're waiting for the contracts to sign.

- Congratulations!

- What my genius brother is humbly trying to say is,

that with his electric motor,

we are going to equip new cars.

That many people will buy. - This success is yours too.

- That's all I wanted to say.

- There you go. - Bravo.

- Bravo, bravo.

-Don't you want to smile?

It's a day of celebration, after all!

-A day of celebration... -Yes!

-Aren't you aware?

The conservatives have struck.

They've shut down the cabaret because it's frequented by inverts.

The owners are in prison.

Yes, yes, in prison.

You'll tell me, "We don't have that problem."

We have others.

With all the money we lost

with that crook

Roberto...

- Let's stop talking about him.

We're going to fill the theater for weeks.

- And that's perfect. - If all goes well...

-Bébert!

-The poster! -It's not ours.

-What do you mean?

-I found this at the printer's.

-That's not possible! They can't do that!

-They stole our show.

-We haven't even announced it yet.

-Youri! -Youri!

-I think it's magnificent, I think she has

like, grace.

-Buy the press! -Wait, Youri!

Maybe we can change the staging,

while we find a solution?

-No way. They're the ones who change.

I knew it! Look at him! Did you steal my number?

-That's extraordinary!

Are you going to accuse me of everything?

I didn't sell it! I gave it away!

I gave it away... -Calm down, gentlemen!

-Monsieur Godefroy, listen. -Gourfroy!

-Yes, if you like.

I took you for an honest man.

This spectacle,

it was our idea.

You don't steal ideas.

-He told me. -Yes?

-And the way you dismissed him.

-Pardon?

-He tried to assault me!

-That's not true! -A dancer? Come now.

-I'm warning you,

-we won't give up our act. -I hope the public and the press

-will be able to compare and see that in the same discipline,

-the Folies Parisiennes offers a show

-that is extraordinary, unlike your dump.

-Our dump?

-Who do you think you are?

-The director of the best cabaret around here.

-And who intends to stay that way.

-Ladies and gentlemen...

-We're going to take on the challenge,

I'm warning you!

-You know what we found at your place?

We found this.

It's the last bearer bond from André Tessandier.

The one that was stolen the night he died.

This stain, right here.

Is that your fingerprint?

Okay.

I'm going to ask you a simpler question.

Did you kill André Tessandier?

And Morvant?

Did you kill Morvant too?

We're going to play the quiet game, no problem.

There's a knock at the door.

-Léon.

(The guys found a corpse in her garden.)

-We've just unearthed a man's body in your garden.

So I'm giving you one last chance, who is it?

You leave me no choice.

I'm arresting you for the murder of A. Tessandier and L. Morvant.

Go ahead.

- Take her to a cell.

- It's about a man killed

by a bullet in the chest.

He had a malformation in his right shoulder.

(Yes.)

It's your father's body.

- Did she kill him?

- I knew she had...

She had something not clear,

but now, the evidence is overwhelming.

- But why? - I have no idea.

She's at the police station right now,

we're going to make her talk.

- Youri? - What is it?

- Are we going home together? - No, not tonight.

I still have work to do.

- Tomorrow? - Tomorrow.

- Wonderful. - HAVE A GOOD EVENING.

-What are you doing?

-I have to go.

-Already? Really? -Yes.

It's late for me now. -Youri.

You're the one I want to marry. Like Rose and Charles.

-Well, yes, but... -But what?

In the eyes of the world, are we monsters?

-Listen, there are no monsters here, there's only love.

That's not bad already.

-Be careful when you go out.

-You're handsome when you worry about me.

Worry about me a little longer.

-I'm done. It's good.

-Octave,

in order for us to sign the partnership with him,

we needed to create a company, I thought you'd like the name.

-That's beautiful!

-Yes, I've read everything, the terms of the contract are perfect.

All that's left is to sign!

-As planned. -Yes, they're in a hurry.

They want to announce the launch at the end of the week.

At the auto show, so we need to set up

a manufacturing unit.

And I want you to run it.

-Me? What are you talking about?

A black man leading white people? -Octave...

You deserve this position.

If anyone has a problem with it, I'll handle it.

You designed the chassis, the bodywork,

you know the engine better than anyone.

Except me.

And I assure you, sometimes I wonder.

And remind me who was driving during the record.

You've earned everyone's respect here.

I assure you, this is your place.

-Is that true?

-Of course it's true.

Is that a yes or a no?

-You don't realize what this means to me?

-That's a yes.

-Indeed, I feel a slight swelling of the uterus.

In addition to the missed period. Swollen breasts, nausea...

There's no doubt, Rose, you're pregnant!

-Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Don't say anything to Madeleine. -Yeah.

-I'll wait for Charles to return.

-Professional secret.

-Are we sure about this?

-More than half

have already cancelled.

-The others announced

they had an elephant, you see?

-Dancers in animal costumes, we can't compete.

-We're screwed. We're screwed.

Gourfroy is right, we're going to disappear.

-I have to avoid him.

-Okay, we can't just let ourselves be buried.

We've always found solutions.

We'll think and figure out how to get out of this.

-Better than an elephant?

Apart from 2 elephants, I can't see anything.

-What if we built one?

Mmh?

-Like a giant Trojan horse.

-In less than a week?

-Are we going to bankrupt the place?

-There won't be a place left if we don't get our act together.

-So we all need to pitch in, let's brainstorm,

-I want ideas!

-Everyone think about it

-and we'll decide after the show.

-Okay, very good, go!

-I can't do it!

-What?

-I can't, I can't, I can't.

-What's going on?

-I absolutely have to tell someone.

-But tell me, come on, what is it?

-I'm pregnant.

-No way! -Yes.

-You're going to be a mom. -Yes!

-That's wonderful.

-I'll never manage to last 10 days.

(I'm pregnant.)

-First, the near resolution of my father's murder.

And on a brighter note, the near signing of my contract.

Cheers! -Yes, sorry, yes, cheers!

-You okay?

-Yeah, yeah.

You... Sorry, really, sorry, I...

I'm very happy for all of you.

Really very happy.

-What's wrong?

Are you worried about the people? -No.

-We're far from Montmartre. -I know.

I don't want to bother you with my problems.

-I beg you. I love it when you bother me.

-Uh, it's just that the Folies Parisiennes

are doing a show with an elephant,

and we have absolutely nothing, almost nothing.

I'm afraid I won't measure up, of losing the audience...

-Is that the problem?

-Well, yes, we have nothing to compete with.

We have costumes...

-With a little magic, you can have elephants.

Give me your notebook.

Do you have a blank canvas? Do you have one somewhere?

-Mmh... -Well, look...

This is your stage. -Mmh-mmh.

-Behind it, you place a white background at the back of the stage.

Even further back, spotlights.

Between the spotlights and the curtain, artists,

who make elephants appear in shadow puppets.

A whole jungle. -That could work.

It could be amazing, it could be fabulous.

It would allow us an evolution in the set design

throughout the show, it's very interesting.

You, you're...

You're still amazing.

-You're the amazing one.

-I'm not bad. -Me neither.

You're very, very handsome when you're amazing, you know.

-And the rest of the time...

-You wouldn't happen to have a corkscrew?

-A corkscrew? Yes. -Aren't you ashamed?

There are families here. Get lost.

I'm calling the police. I don't want your crap!

-Let's go, let's go.

-Are we leaving it at that? -You can count on it, you filthy faggot!

-But I know him. Larcourt's son!

-My dear Charles...

I hope that...

I hope your business is going well.

That the galley slaves...

-The art dealers. [Laughter]

-That they appreciate your canvases.

-Your canvases...

-As much as I love you.

I have a surprise for you.

-So, number 3 is the lightning. Number 7 is the dancers.

Shadow puppets, that's 8.

9, we flip the panels.

And 10 is the fans.

Okay? Ah!

I'm forgetting the bag with the leaves and the flowers,

that will be you.

You're number 11, okay? -Yes, it's okay.

-Why am I 3 and 9?

And not rather 3 and 4 or 8 and 9?

-Because I've organized a logical order, Bébert.

Do you understand that? It's logical.

Listen to me, then, I am the conductor.

Okay? I will make gestures with my arms.

And when you see the number, you do what you have to do.

Is that good for you?

Dancers, on stage, please, number 7.

Remember that, number 7, please.

Go!

Where is Céleste?

Céleste, on stage! -She has an emergency.

She'll be right back.

-What?

-The coroner is adamant,

mercury poisoning.

You have all the products that contain it.

Give this to your teams.

Have them search Berthe's place thoroughly.

-So? -She still refuses to talk.

She's stewing in the interrogation room.

I asked Rochefort to interrogate her.

-Why?

-Judges showing up, it's intimidating.

Especially if he explains what awaits her.

Anyway... He should be here soon.

-We're at this woman's mercy.

She could take the answers to her grave.

-What if I went to talk to her? -No, no.

That's out of the question. It's illegal.

-The fingerprints are ready. -I'll join you.

I'll keep you posted.

Here,

we have different roses.

These aren't Morvant's fingerprints.

Nor Berthe's.

-Whose print is this? André Tessandier?

-It's complicated to verify, we only have a skeleton.

-I was 5 years old.

Rose, 2 years old, and Arsène was just a baby.

Since all this time...

I've been a prisoner of this night, because...

I can't understand what happened.

Why did you kill our father?

It's hell not knowing.

Repair the harm you've done, please.

Free me.

Talk to me.

Please.

-I didn't kill your father.

Neither did Lucien Morvant. -Then who did?

-Lucien and I, we wanted to protect Jean.

-Jean?

Who's Jean?

-Jean Taillard.

It was him...

Who killed your father.

And Lucien too, so he wouldn't denounce him.

Jean was...

an orphan,

entrusted to a family in the village.

I had never seen a child like him.

He had an intelligence...

that was exceptional.

They immediately became friends with...

André, Lucien, and Marguerite.

Your mother.

He had fallen in love with her.

But so had your father.

But it was Jean who had won her heart.

They loved each other so much.

-That's him, isn't it?

-Yes, that's him.

Well, they've grown up.

Jean wanted to go to Paris to study,

to become someone and marry Marguerite.

But that damned war broke out.

He went to war, but before leaving,

they exchanged their medallions.

For good luck.

They didn't have any.

Jean never came back from the war.

I was convinced he had died over there.

Until that horrible night of the accident.

- What accident?

- Bonjour.

- Mr. Castelnau won't be joining us.

- Okay.

Very well.

Listen, from my side,

I've carefully read the contracts, everything seems perfect to me.

I can sign.

-How can I put this? Um...

I'm sorry, but unfortunately...

Our partnership isn't going to work out.

-I beg your pardon? Why?

-An incident has been reported to us.

An incident on the banks of a lake in the Bois de Boulogne.

You were formally identified.

Paris is big, but when it comes to rumors, it's a village.

Working with a queer, however talented he may be,

is not conceivable in business.

-This isn't possible.

-Believe me, I'm very sorry. My brother is too.

I can only be sympathetic to your situation.

But my associate, Mr. Castelnau, doesn't share that indulgence.

-Can you help me? Do you know him?

What can I do to make him change his mind?

-There might be a solution.

-I'm listening.

-But it's radical. -Anything you want.

-To extinguish the rumor

and reassure my associate,

make a public statement in a newspaper.

In which you firmly condemn homosexuality

and claim someone is trying to slander you.

You must, of course, cease all relations

with your... friend.

And ideally,

quickly appear in public with a pretty woman.

Do all of this, and quickly.

I will take care of convincing my associate

that these rumors are nonsense.

-After Marguerite's death, I went to see your father.

Bah, Jean was there.

Alive.

He was terrified, begging me to help him, telling me

that he was done for, that he was going to end his days in prison,

after 4 horrible years in the hospital,

I didn't understand anything.

Until I saw André's body and blood everywhere.

-How did it happen?

-Jean said they had argued

and that they had fought...

The shot went off by itself.

-Why the argument?

-When Jean was at war...

your father, deemed unfit for service, stayed behind and stole Marguerite from him.

He had betrayed their friendship.

-Why help Taillard instead of denouncing him?

-When I met him, I took care of him.

He was the child I never had.

I had to help him.

-You staged André's disappearance?

First, you wrote the suicide note...

And you...

...his bearer bonds to Morvan, to Taillard...

...to make it look like a voluntary disappearance.

And then in the panic, you lost one of the bonds.

-I found it when...

Jean was burying André's body in my garden.

-That's the fingerprint.

De Taillard above?

Okay, where is Taillard? -I don't know.

I haven't seen him since that night...

that horrible, nightmarish night,

the night of the accident.

I'm sure he's alive.

-The good news from Le Matin! Ask for Le Matin!

Good news!

Yes, it's here!

-I understand how you feel.

I understand, but...

Now you know.

Are you going to be okay?

-My whole life, I've been inventing answers for myself.

I had considered everything.

But never that my mother could have loved my father's murderer.

It's... It's very difficult to accept that.

I have to go back

to the cabaret.

- I'm going to find him.

We'll locate the hospital where he was.

I'm going to find him.

-Ah, Léon... Is she gone?

-Just now. Why? -I received a telegram.

-Yes?

-May it always be fluid.

He's knocking at the door.

-Léon, I'm sorry, Céleste isn't here.

-I came to see you.

-Would you like something to drink?

-No.

Thank you.

-Yes, I...

I'm pregnant.

I shouldn't say it, but I can't stop.

It's to be sure that it's true.

I'm going to leave things lying around

for Charles' return.

I've already sent him a riddle...

I'm boring you with my nonsense.

You wanted to tell me something?

What is it?

-Charles was in a car accident.

He...

He's dead.

-No. No.

No, of course not.

He's in Barbizon, without a car.

-The local police confirmed it. No doubt about it.

Apparently, he received your letter.

He understood that he was going to become a father.

So, he borrowed a car.

To surprise you.

-No... (-I'm sorry.)

-Finally, I found you.

So?

Is it good? -No.

-It's not signed? -No.

There are no more contracts, Octave. -But why?

-They changed their minds, they didn't say anything.

-Oh really?

We can present the engine.

-No manufacturer, no slot.

We have the record, but we won't go, I'm not a miracle worker.

I'm sorry, that's just how it is.

-Don't touch me there. Back off!

Rumors?

What rumors?

Is it because you're queer? -Yes, that's why.

Feeling better? Happy now?

-Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit! -Hey, hey!

-So, you're worthless too, is that it?

We can slave away,

we can talk posh, do what we have to,

will they always come and stop us from moving forward?

-I'm sorry.

-Stop it, I don't care that you're queer.

-Sorry, but I've made my choice.

My choice is Youri.

I won't sign this rag. -But of course!

-For me, it's over.

-What?

What are you talking about? We don't give up.

-No one will ever work with me again.

-This is our moment. -That's just how it is.

It's all over.

- Please...

8, 10, Céleste, get back, 4...

2, Gentlemen.

And 1... 1... Let's go.

1... There, yes!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, the lights!

You were late, you're late again.

I've said it 100 times, faster!

Places, let's do a rehearsal.

Alright, places everyone. -Youri!

Can I talk to you? -Sure.

-A little privacy.

-Uh... Yeah, privacy, if you want.

-I know about you and Arsène.

Eh, I don't care.

The problem is, I'm not the only one.

Because of this story, the manufacturers aren't signing anymore.

They're abandoning us. Arsène lost the contract.

Look, they even asked him to write

a statement condemning homosexuality.

He doesn't want to do it, for you.

If he doesn't, the automobiles, it's over.

We can't give up, and Arsène is.

-Either he gives up, or he pulls himself together.

It's pointless. He's doing it for nothing.

-There has to be something we can do. Don't you have any ideas?

With all the people you know. (-I don't know.)

-Well, go talk to him. -Mmh-mmh.

-At least that.

- Good day, Mademoiselle. - Good day, Madame.

- Are you alright? - Yes.

Everything is fine.

Goodbye, Madame.

-Help! Help, quickly!

-Everything's fine. It's just a simple vasovagal syncope.

Spectacular, certainly,

but not serious.

Probably due...

to the emotion and the pregnancy.

-What? You're pregnant?

-But the observation of your moods reveals deficiencies.

That would complicate your pregnancy.

Stay as calm as possible during the next few months,

to best compensate for these deficiencies

through a rigorously chosen diet.

-Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

-You're welcome, Madame.

-Thank you, Doctor. -Goodbye, Rose.

-Thank you,

but I'm going home.

-No, you're pale, rest.

My driver

will take you back when you're feeling better.

-Okay.

-I...

I beg your pardon, Rose. For the pain I've caused you.

Charles wrote to me before he died.

I understood that you weren't really a...

Well, that you were a victim of this La Corde.

Everything I did, it wasn't against you.

Appearances led me to believe that you were taking advantage of Charles.

I only wanted to protect him. To help him maintain his position.

And I...

I made so many mistakes, and he died hating me.

-With time, you would have found each other again.

-I want to atone for these mistakes.

I'm taking care of you.

Of you and your child.

As Charles would have done.

Settle in here, you would spend

your pregnancy in the best conditions.

And I want you to be part of our family.

And for my grandson, your child...

to be the future Count de La Lande.

- Uh... Thank you, that's a lot to take in at once.

I need to think about it.

- Yes, of course.

I understand.

-Better this way, Arsène?

-I don't understand. -There's nothing to understand.

I was wrong. -Why?

-My feelings aren't the same anymore.

It happens, we have to stop. -I don't believe you, Youri.

Look me in the eyes and tell me.

-I don't love you.

-How can you say that? It doesn't make any sense.

You came to find me! I let my guard down.

I love you like crazy, I open up, and you kick me out?

-I'm simply telling you things as they are.

It's cruel, it's despicable, it's terrifying...

Whatever you want to call it, but that's how it is.

So, we're stopping this.

It's over.

I think it's better if you sleep somewhere else.

I wish you success in your projects, and happiness.

That's it.

-I loved his studio.

I would have liked to keep it, but it's too expensive.

-I'll take good care of you.

-The Countess offered me to live with her.

-After the harm she's done to you, she has some nerve.

-I think I'm going to say yes.

She's acknowledged her mistakes. She's Charles' family.

-So what? We're your family.

-It's not for me, Céleste. It's for the baby.

So that he'll be the new Count and never lack anything.

So that he starts his life with the chance we didn't have.

-I understand.

-Have you seen Youri?

Alright, go downstairs, you'll see.

Have you seen Youri? -No.

-Don't worry,

he's nowhere to be found.

-Who's introducing the acts? -The fakir.

But it's okay.

It's going to be you, and we need him for the signals.

-Nobody told me anything. -I thought he was going to arrive.

-How much time do I have? -10 minutes.

-Not tonight. -Youri?

-Youri!

Youri?

(Youri?)

(Youri?)

Finally, Youri...

We need you! -Yes, yes!

I'm here,

I'm here.

-What is it?

-I'm coming.

-It's for my brother.

-It's okay, I left him, it's okay.

It's better this way.

-What? You were together? -Yes, yes.

-We'll talk about it later.

Youri is sick. -It's forbidden in the cabaret.

-We're not doing it without him. -Yes, we are.

-It's yours.

-Buy some time.

-Yes.

Ladies

and Gentlemen!

Take a deep breath, because now...

-I'm on stage. I'll give you the cues.

-The audience is going to see it!

-I'll be discreet. Do you know how to work the lights?

-Yes, I know, but Youri had an order.

-I know, but I'll improvise. -You won't succeed.

-Shut up, Ernest! We're going to make it!

-I'm going to pray, it'll relax me. -That's right.

Dancers, take your places.

-And I guarantee you a journey comparable

to no other world.

Especially not the Folies Parisiennes.

-The fans, the storm.

So stage left, stage right, I'll give you a signal,

when my back is turned, I'll be able to.

-Welcome to the Garden of Eden!

-BRAVO!

-Fans!

Not now!

-Come in, Rose.

(-Go ahead.)

-The Folies Parisiennes are finished!

-It was magical!

-Come with us. -No, no, no.

I don't feel like it, not tonight.

I'm ashamed, I don't feel like it.

-Why did you break up with him?

-That's... well...

It's so I don't shatter his dreams, but it's nothing really.

You won't say anything to him, okay?

-Promise. -Good, perfect.

Thank you, bravo.

That was really good.

Bravo.

-Bravo everyone, that was magnificent. -THANK YOU.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Ah, Inspector...

She hasn't arrived yet. It was incredible, magical, wasn't it?

Were you there? - Yes, I was a little late.

Impressive.

Bravo.

-Oh, by the way, sorry, I had something come up,

I couldn't make it to question that teacher.

Did she confess? -Yes.

I've got my teams looking into this Jean Taillard.

They're sifting through the leads, but he's not stupid.

He must have changed his identity. -Certainly.

And looking for identity theft 20 years later...

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

-Taillard was seriously wounded in the war.

And I found the hospital where he was, in Strasbourg.

Séraphin is on his way to get his medical records.

If they kept them.

There might be physical, anatomical details,

that will help us find him.

-Get your hands on that vermin quickly.

Ah, my dear Céleste,

congratulations on that astounding performance.

So poetic.

You deserve to be a national treasure.

-Thank you, Your Honour. It's magnificent.

-I must leave you, Ernest is waiting for me with the champagne.

Bravo again,

Céleste.

Inspector... - Your Honour.

- Thank you for the flowers. - You're welcome.

- So?

Did you hold up okay?

- You were...

You were sublime.

Sublime.

-Wait...

-"Body burned 60% with shrapnel in the abdomen."

-As Madame said, I properly settled Mademoiselle

in the blue room, but...

-But what?

-She thought she would be staying in Mr. Charles' room.

-And what else?

That bitch is responsible for his death.

I forbid her from crossing its threshold.