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-I want to sleep with you. -No.

-Just this once, Mama. -You say that every night.

-I won't take up much room. -Then stay put.

And tomorrow, you'll sleep in your bed.

It's 7 a.m. Time to get up, my wild animal.

It's 7 a.m. Time to get up, sweetheart.

OK, everybody up!

Did you see? Did you see?

The little man, the little man

Did you see? Did you see? The little man…

-Aimé, get up. -No.

-Come on, get up. -Why?

-You have school. -Why should I care?

-That's enough. -I don't care about middle school.

Don't upset me.

It's Santa Claus

He comes down the chimney He comes down from the sky

He brings us…

Désiré, Félicité, time to get up.

His bag is full His bag is full

He brings us toys

His bag is full for girls and boys

Bye.

-Bye, Mom. -Bye, dear.

Bye, Mom. See you tonight.

-Hi, Maria. -Hi, Maria.

-Hello, Françoise. -Hello, Maria.

There we go.

-Is that corn? -It's jam.

Claire, can you hand me the pliers?

-I'm going at 2 p.m. -Hello.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Paulin, are you alone?

Blache and Cloquet are going to be upset, but at the board meeting,

I'm going to make you assistant general manager.

Don't thank me. I like you, that's all.

Bye, Dad. See you tonight.

-See you tonight. -Bye, Dad.

Yes, of course.

Uh-huh. That said, we do have a problem, Paulin.

One of our factories is making 200,000 jars per hour.

I hope that's a mistake.

Uh-huh.

Prepare the file. I'm on my way.

Bye, sir.

No, that's right. The factory makes 200,000 jars per hour.

We were expecting 250,000 per hour.

250,000 is impossible.

They were late setting up the fifth line. It'd be a month--

I'm making you assistant general manager, Paulin.

-Today. -Really?

Yes.

That's great! I'm very…

Very…

Very…

So, how many jars do they make per hour?

250,000.

That's right. By Monday, anyway.

That gives you three days.

There will be audits. Correct the number on the file.

-Nicole? -Yes?

-Are Blache and Cloquet here? -They're waiting for you.

How are you, beautiful?

-Should I send them in? -Yes.

Hello, Blache. Hello, Cloquet.

I know you're not going to like it,

but I'm going to appoint Paulin assistant general manager.

He's younger than both of you, but if it's any consolation,

he's about to have a terrible week.

We're increasing production to 250,000 jars per hour

at St-Symphorien over three days.

Be glad you're not in his shoes.

Paulin! You're going to Lyon after the meeting.

-Not a minute to lose. -I'll be there. Quick, bring the file!

Gentlemen.

OUT OF ORDER

Damn elevator.

As you can see, profits for all of our companies are growing.

And I have some very good news.

Starting Monday, our new factory will make 250,000 jars of yogurt per hour.

Right, Paulin?

-Absolutely. -Americans are just discovering yogurt.

In three years, it will explode. We want to be the only ones on the market.

With increased production, we'll be the largest in Europe.

Far ahead of Vachelle, our closest competitor.

We need to use an offensive strategy.

Meaning?

Meaning, we want to eat the competition.

We'll submit a Vachelle takeover bid on Tuesday at noon.

No, right now. Give me three hours.

I want you.

Yes!

Rue St-Honoré, I'm on my way.

I'm going straight to Lyon.

How are you planning to do it? 250,000 jars per hour is crazy.

It is crazy.

-Look, there is a way. -I know.

-Eliminate the controls. -Exactly.

Stop cleaning the tanks and lab testing the milk.

You'll save five hours and have 250,000 jars.

Exactly.

It's risky, but it's the only option.

That's true.

I know a way to make us a fortune.

On Tuesday at noon, Romuald will announce a Vachelle transaction.

Monday night, I'll give you 600,000 francs in cash.

Early Tuesday morning, you'll go to the stockbroker

and buy 1,000 Vachelle stocks under your name.

They're 600 francs each.

By Wednesday, they'll be worth 650 or 700 thanks to the takeover bid.

That'll be 200,000 in profits when you sell.

I'll give you 50,000 of it, OK?

Why do you need me to do this?

I'm not allowed to do it. It would be insider trading.

-It's very serious. -But I can do it?

You have every right to do it.

As long as you don't tell anyone.

Anyone at all.

-OK? -I want 60,000.

OK. I'll bring the money Monday night.

Please drive.

I understand, Mrs. Bonaventure, but I have problems too.

I have to tell them something.

Here's 2,000 and I promise to give you 2,000 more on the 31st.

2,000 is great. That will keep them happy.

Here's your receipt.

Benjamin had bronchitis, two emergency room visits, and back-to-school expenses.

It's been a struggle. That's why I'm three months late.

I apologize, but I've always wondered

why your children don't have the same last name.

-I'm sorry. -Don't apologize.

It's because they have different fathers.

Really? So you've had five husbands then.

That's right.

Being left so many times must have been hard.

Tell me about it.

Three of the five tried to commit suicide. Can you believe it?

But it's better now. We see them once a year.

Is that so? Do you want to remarry?

No, I'm done with men.

You never miss them, from time to time?

Never. Not even from time to time. I'm done with them.

-Dad? -How much?

We're going to a club tonight. I promised my girlfriend--

-500? -Yeah, 500 is good.

No later than midnight, OK?

-But tomorrow's Saturday. -You have gym. Be back by midnight.

-Go on now. -Bye. See you later, Mom.

It was so busy, I couldn't find parking. How are you?

Very good.

I think I'm strangling the competition.

-Great. -I'm starving. What's for dinner?

I think she made fish fillets.

-Mom, Sylvie is going to the movies-- -No, you have gym tomorrow.

-Is 500 OK? -Yes, that's fine.

I didn't say it was OK.

-Mom… -Let her go, it's Friday.

I promise I'll come home when the movie is over. Bye!

So, should we eat some fish?

-Give me your plates. -Thank you, Mom.

Clear the table afterward. Aimé, do the dishes.

And not just your own.

Claire, put the little ones to bed by 8:30. Tomorrow's a school day.

-OK, Mom. -I'm going out tonight.

No, you're not.

I'm tired of being stuck inside. My life is school and sleep.

Don't start! I'm going to be late.

I'm still going out.

No, you're not. Do your homework. You can go out on Saturday.

Homework, my ass! Fuck their homework.

I don't have time to run after you.

-I'm late! -Go on, go to your shitty cleaning job.

-Are you going out? -Do you have 50 bucks?

No, I'm three months late on rent!

Goodbye.

Mama, can I sleep in your bed?

Nobody is sleeping in my bed. Claire, I said nobody.

Fuck their shitty rent.

Watch your filthy mouth.

I'll give you 50 francs if you do your homework.

Fuck!

Damn elevator!

ST-SYMPHORIEN FACTORY, 16 49 58 18 18 COLIFORM CONCENTRATION

Paulin is eliminating health controls. That's when you strike.

Do you have the right dosage? That's right.

Diarrhea, not death.

You'll be fine. Paulin will be the one in trouble.

Watch where they put the contaminated yogurt.

Get the TV stations and press to come out.

I'll give you 30,000 in cash if all goes well.

Shoot. Hello. Sorry, I'll call you back.

-Excuse me. -Don't you knock?

I'm sorry.

Why are you here at 8 p.m.?

I come early on Friday.

Well, knock before you come in!

Was there a piece of paper on my desk?

-A piece of paper? -Yes, crumpled up.

-I threw everything away. -Where?

In the garbage bag out there.

-I'll look for it. -No, it's fine. You threw everything away?

-Yes. -OK, thanks.

250,000 jars per hour.

It's impossible. We can only do 200,000.

Your lab technicians look tired.

-What? -I think they need a break.

And are the tanks really that dirty?

-The tanks? -Yes!

Four hours is a long time to clean them.

But you know that milk is very susceptible--

By Monday, we'll be making 250,000 jars per hour.

You want me to stop the controls.

Vidal! I never said anything of the sort.

I said that management is giving the lab staff a break,

and that our tanks are very clean.

And that on Monday, we'll make 250,000 jars per hour.

I'm counting on you, Vidal. Our CEO will appreciate your efforts.

Marton!

One last test and that's it. We're stopping the controls.

We're picking up the pace. Everything's fine.

-Hello, Juliette. -Hello. You're working late.

Tell me about it.

-Hello, Juliette. -Hello, Mr. Blache.

Here is the IOU. Sign here.

-If someone asks who told you to buy-- -I know.

I'll say Romuald told me to do it.

Very good. He won't be able to prove otherwise.

But nobody will question you.

-Good night, Juliette. -Goodbye.

-How are the kids? -They're good, thanks.

-Good night. -Good night.

Ma'am, what did you eat?

Don't get in the back!

Ma'am, what did you eat?

Sir, what did you eat?

Ask if it was Blanlait yogurt.

Blanlait?

-Did you eat any yogurt, by chance? -Yes, then I started vomiting right away.

-Did you have yogurt too? -Yes.

-Do you know what brand? -No, my wife buys it.

I always buy Blanlait.

-Did you eat Blanlait yogurt, ma'am? -Yes, I did.

Hey guys, they all ate Blanlait yogurt.

Hello, Securities and Exchange Commission?

I have interesting information about Blanlait's Vachelle takeover bid.

No, I can't give you my name.

Yes, Mr. Blindet's secretary, Nicole Litaize,

who is also his girlfriend,

bought 600,000 francs of Vachelle shares at the stockbroker's office.

The takeover bid wasn't announced until noon, so I thought you'd be interested.

Right, it smells like insider trading.

Listen, now it's up to you.

-When can we spend the night together? -Have you seen the newspapers?

Why?

Yes?

-It's a disaster. -What?

FOOD POISONING: 45 PEOPLE HOSPITALIZED BLANLAIT YOGURT SEEMS TO BE THE CAUSE

In the Blanlait yogurt food poisoning case,

coliform microbes may be the cause

due to negligent controls. Police are currently investigating.

It's my fault. I eliminated the controls.

This can't seriously be happening!

You can't tell me that everything was so dirty

that people got sick after one day.

It's strange.

Something isn't right.

Blache, contact our lawyers. Watch the stock market.

Cloquet, go down to Lyon for a couple days to get a better understanding.

Calm down the police and journalists. Call me every three hours.

Paulin, get me the production data from the last few weeks.

We'll dig through it for as long as it takes.

-Should we sell? -No, let's wait a while.

Vachelle shares will rise with all this.

The 5:49 train to Paris-Gare de Lyon is about to depart.

Oh, excuse me.

-Can I help you? -What?

-What do you need? -Nothing. I'm here to clean.

-Clean what? -I'll come back when you've left.

I'm not leaving.

-So, do you want me to clean? -What?

Yes, go ahead.

Hello, Françoise?

I'll be at the office late. Don't wait up.

No, there's a big problem.

I'll explain later.

I don't know, around four or five in the morning.

Yes.

I don't know, OK.

What? OK.

Damn it!

Finally, Françoise! The line was busy.

No, he's stuck here tonight.

You already know?

He told you until four or five in the morning?

Can we meet up? Please.

My place at midnight, OK?

-Come in. -Sorry, I have to leave around 11:30.

I'll be gone a few hours,

-but I can come back. -No, that's fine.

-But be in early tomorrow morning. -Thank you.

-So? -Our shares have fallen.

-By a lot? -They're in free fall.

Shit! You know what's going to happen?

-Vachelle will file a takeover bid on us. -You think so?

Sell everything tomorrow morning.

-Then buy 600,000 francs of Blanlait. -Why, aren't their shares falling?

They'll go back up when Vachelle files a Blanlait takeover bid.

I'm lost.

There you go. Thanks, bye-bye.

AFTER THE FOOD POISONING ORDEAL:

BLANLAIT SHARES PLUNGE, VACHELLE FILES TO TAKE OVER BLANLAIT

Hello, Romuald? Yeah.

I'm in Lyon, well, between Vénissieux and St-Symphorien.

I'm running all over trying to calm everyone down.

Yeah.

My opinion on what happened?

I don't want to bad-mouth a colleague,

but I think Paulin screwed up big time.

That's my opinion, and I think I'm right.

That guy is incompetent.

And between us, he may even be a traitor.

Did you see Vachelle's takeover bid?

You were right. I sold them and made us 280,000 in profits.

-I bought 600,000 of Blanlait. -Blanlait will go back up.

-Where's the money? -My place. I'll bring it at 9 p.m.

Minus my 60,000, you'll get 220,000.

Mr. Blindet, I'm going to Dalloyau to get your dinner.

Yes, thank you.

Hello, is this the SEC? It's about Romuald Blindet again.

If you want to catch him,

his secretary is bringing a briefcase full of cash

to his office tonight at 9 p.m.

Excuse me, miss, financial crimes unit.

We have a few questions for you. Where are you headed?

I'm taking dinner to my boss, Mr. Blindet.

What's in the briefcase?

Nothing, just some documents.

We have a warrant to speak with you. Please follow us.

What?

But why?

You have the right to a lawyer, but you must follow us.

This way, please.

I don't know what you did, but your sabotage worked.

You were supposed to increase production, not poison our customers!

You're incompetent, Paulin. And probably a traitor, too.

I regret placing my trust in you. I really liked you.

Go home!

I don't want to leave you alone, I'll help.

You're the last person who can help me.

Are you staying here all night?

Yes. The board will be here at 8 a.m. and I need to prepare!

Be here at 8 a.m. tomorrow so you can resign. Good night!

Ah, Cloquet, it's you.

I just fired our incompetent Paulin.

I'll have you take his place tomorrow.

Yes, things are heating up here.

How about in Vénissieux?

We have to start production again tomorrow morning.

We have to defend ourselves against Vachelle's bid.

I don't know what I'd do without you, Cloquet.

OK, call me.

Mr. Blindet?

You shouldn't have said that to him.

Excuse me?

That's not what you should have said to him.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

My name is Juliette. I've cleaned this office for 10 years.

Nice to meet you. I'm Romuald.

I apologize for speaking to you like that, sir.

But here's what you should do.

Call Mr. Cloquet back and tell him:

"Cloquet, I'm in my office."

"We found everything." Then, hang up.

What will happen?

Cloquet will be here in 10 minutes flat.

He'll burst through the door and ask what you've found.

-Really? -Yes.

Thank you, Ms. Juliette, for your advice.

But Mr. Cloquet is currently in Vénissieux, near Lyon.

450 kilometers from Paris.

-So I doubt he can be here in 10 minutes. -Call him in Lyon.

I can't because I don't have his number there.

Oh really? Why not?

I don't have it, because he didn't give it to me.

He didn't give it to me, because I don't need it.

I don't need it, because Mr. Cloquet calls me every three hours.

-That's why. -Ah, OK.

If I were you, I'd try calling him in Paris.

-In Paris? -People are not where you think they are.

Meaning?

For example, your secretary was supposed to bring you dinner.

Yes, that's correct.

You're going to be waiting a while. She's with the financial crimes unit.

What do you mean?

I don't know why, but she is.

And one more thing. After your call with Mr. Cloquet,

you should have gone home to see if your wife was really there.

Listen, Juliette, thanks again for your advice,

but I have a lot of work to do, and I'm sure you do too.

Now, thank you. Goodbye.

Excuse me, sir. I was just trying to help.

A crazy cleaning lady is the last thing I need.

-You didn't know it was illegal? -No, I didn't know.

You didn't ask Mr. Blindet why he couldn't do the transactions himself?

No, he's my boss. I just do what I'm told.

-Did he pay you to do it? -No, we just went out to eat sometimes.

Have you had sexual relations with Mr. Blindet?

-Yes. -In short, the boss gets what he wants.

Of course.

Hello, you've reached Yves Cloquet.

I'm not home right now, but don't hang up.

Leave a message after the beep.

Ready, you're on!

Hello, Cloquet?

It's Romuald.

It's 4:45 on Friday.

I'm in my office. We found everything.

What did you find?

So you weren't in Lyon, then?

No, but I can explain.

I had to come back early. What did you find?

Nothing. Sorry it sounded like that.

I just needed to talk to a friend.

I'm happy you came so quickly.

And at 4:55 sharp!

Stay a while longer. He's at the office.

I have to go. The kids get up in two hours.

So stay an hour, then.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, YOU'RE MINE.

You've got to be kidding me.

-Sorry, I must have the wrong floor. -Who are you looking for?

Nicole Litaize. She must be upstairs.

No, this is it. I'm waiting for her. What time is it?

-6:45. -Already? Shit, I fell asleep.

-She was supposed to be here at midnight. -It's fine, I'll come back.

Bye.

The ordeal is under criminal investigation

given the abnormal amount of coliform microbes in the yogurt,

which led to food poisoning.

It appears that Mr. Blindet, Blanlait's CEO,

was also involved in illegal stock market trading.

It's unbelievable! Last Friday, we were talking about substantial profits,

rising shares, and taking out the competition.

One week later, it's a disaster.

Forty-five people have been hospitalized,

we're under criminal investigation, our shares are in free fall,

and Vachelle filed a takeover bid on our company!

As a bonus, our CEO has been linked to stock market fraud.

It's pretty unbelievable!

I demand an explanation, Mr. Blindet.

If your arguments aren't convincing, I'll need you to resign.

I resign.

We happily accept, Mr. Paulin.

I propose that Mr. Cloquet take over Mr. Paulin's duties.

Because Mr. Blindet prefers to remain silent,

I propose that the board revoke his position

and appoint Mr. Blache as the new CEO.

That's not it. I made a mistake. Please keep going.

Juliette!

-What are you doing here? -I need help.

-Can I come to your place? -My place?

-It's been broken for two months. -Really?

-I'm going to change the sheets. -I don't want to impose.

No, it's fine.

Oh, no. Shit!

I apologize.

-Are there more? -Two more.

Mama!

-Mama! -What?

There's a man in your bed.

-What? I know. -But Mama, he's white.

Yes.

We're going to be late.

Sorry, I can't get the water to turn off. I think the faucet is stuck.

-No problem. Aimé, will you do it? -Yeah.

Sorry for monopolizing the bathroom.

It's fine. Get dressed, kids. You can brush your teeth tonight.

I'm very strict about brushing their teeth.

Goddamn it! Who's always taking off with the pliers?

Here they are!

Thank you.

And when was this?

I can't remember what day it was, but Mr. Blache's trash can

was full of those things from the bank that go around cash.

-There were at least a hundred of them. -About 500,000 francs, then?

Mr. Blache also had a briefcase.

Then Nicole had the briefcase, and she left with it.

-A briefcase? -It was the same one from last night

when the financial crimes unit took her away.

The same one?

They asked her what was in it, and she said "some documents."

She wasn't convincing.

I think there was money in that briefcase.

Money?

You're sure? He said "diarrhea"?

Yes, I'm sure. What I heard was:

"Diarrhea but not death."

Then he said something like: "We'll blame Paulin. You'll get 30,000."

The guy on the phone was named Marton.

I remember, because it was also written on that note.

It said "St-Symphorien factory" and "coliform," or something like that.

-I'll show you the note. -You kept it?

665,50 francs, please.

Cloquet is jealous because you like Paulin.

You noticed that? What do you think of Paulin?

I like Paulin.

What does Blache want with all of this?

-Blache wants your job. -Really? How do you know that?

-Wait, give me a bag. -Thank you.

It's unbelievable!

-How did you know about my wife? -I don't know anything about your wife.

But you said--

I said it because you were annoying me, and you didn't believe me.

-I know nothing about your wife. -Or who she's sleeping with?

-Quack, quack! -I got you!

I want to help with your trouble at work, but not the rest!

Bring me your dirty clothes!

-Would it bother you if I stayed tonight? -No, not at all.

You'll want to stay hidden.

Nobody will look for you here.

Désiré, go ask our neighbor if she can lend us a mattress.

What was that?

Damn machine! Who broke it? Go on now!

I'm going to go get some toiletries.

Hey, Mama.

-Where should I put it? -In your room on the floor.

Do you have any medicine?

That's enough now. Give me your plates!

Oh no, what bad luck.

Good night, everyone. I'm completely exhausted.

-Good night, sir! -You can wear Aimé's pajamas.

Thank you.

-Who is this guy? -Mr. Blindet, the boss at Blanlait.

-Why is he here? -He's resting.

So our place is the new Club Med?

Juliette! I figured it out!

Blache must have given money--

Let's go to the kitchen so we don't wake up the kids.

I figured it out!

He must have given Nicole cash so she could do the transactions for him.

Then, he must have called the SEC to tell them she was trading on my behalf.

When she got caught, her only defense was to put it on me

by saying it wasn't for her, and she does what she's told.

It all adds up, except for one thing.

Blache must have found a way to get his money back.

Ah yes, his money.

He wouldn't spend 600,000 francs just to take my job.

He must have had her sign an IOU.

-Who? -Nicole.

Oh yes, Nicole.

I need that IOU.

Yes, you do.

It's the only way to prove my innocence.

-Wait, I don't understand. -OK, I'll explain it.

Blache must have given Nicole cash so she could do the transactions for him.

-So? -I searched everywhere. Nothing.

-His office is empty. -Empty?

He moved into yours and packed up your things.

That bastard! It must be at his place.

-What now? -He must have a cleaning lady.

Hello, Mr. Blache? This is Urssaf.

There's a problem with your withholding.

For your cleaning lady.

We're busy too. Do you want me to send the tax collector?

OK, so you do have a cleaning lady.

I hope you've been paying her wages.

I need her name and address.

Mrs. Salgado.

20th district. How many hours does she work for you?

Eight hours. On which days?

Yes, I need to know which days for verification.

Monday and Thursday afternoons.

Very good. What?

"You pay what you should." That's what you say!

We're going to verify that. Goodbye, sir.

Wait here. She'll be down soon.

Mrs. Salgado?

It's terrible. We tried everything to reach you.

I'm from the Mare school.

I'm here because I don't have your boss's number.

Your daughter, Rosaria, broke her leg in the courtyard.

-Oh my God! -The principal sent her to the hospital,

but you should go right away. There's a taxi waiting.

My God!

This is for the taxi. The school is paying for it.

What about Mr. Blache's house?

-Is she hurt badly? -No, it's just a fracture.

Give me the keys. I'll lock up and drop the keys off at your place.

Don't worry about your boss. Don't tell him anything.

He won't even notice you left. Quickly now.

Shit.

Where did he put that damn paper?

Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.

Where were you? Why is the white man still here?

-Mama, can I-- -Félicité stole my tennis shoes.

I'm going to punch her in the face.

That's not true. He stole my ball and lost it.

-Did Aimé come home? -No.

Seriously! Where can he be?

He's been out late for three nights. It's not OK!

-Don't yell at me. It's not my fault. -Mama, can I wash my socks?

-We need bread, milk, and fruit. -Go on, then.

-Aimé does it on Thursdays. -Yes, but he's not here.

-He didn't leave any money. -There you are.

-This is what I found. -Why does Mr. White get the whole bed?

-His name is Mr. Blindet. -What about my socks?

-It's there. -Thanks. I'll take a look.

Can I wash my socks?

-Can I wash my socks? -Here's 100 francs. Aimé will go tomorrow.

I've had it with this dump. I can't even do my homework.

Benjamin draws in my notebooks, and I get yelled at in class.

-What kind of fruit should I get? -Oranges.

Désiré, that's enough!

-Stop bothering your sister! -She's bothering me.

-She stole my tennis shoes. -Félicité, give them back!

They're not his. They're too small. You said I could have them.

I wanted to wash my socks.

I need to go to bed.

Juliette! This is great. Here it is!

Nicole's IOU.

That bastard! I'm off the hook.

I just need to get Cloquet, then I can go out again.

There will be hell to pay!

Juliette!

I've been waiting. I stayed late to see you.

What's wrong Mr. Blache?

I'm worried, because with all the moving, I've lost a very important paper.

Yes, I saw that Mr. Blindet left. Will he be back?

No, I've replaced him.

What about Nicole and Paulin? Their offices are empty.

No, they've all been f… well, replaced.

Have you by chance seen one of my boxes in another office?

-I haven't. -You didn't throw anything out?

I never throw anything out unless it's in the trash.

I took a box full of papers home.

-Yes? -I thought the paper was in there.

-But it's not. -Really? That's very upsetting.

It's worse than that. It's a complete disaster.

Oh no, what can we do? Of course I'll look for it, but…

Could your paper be at Mr. Cloquet's place?

At Mr. Cloquet's place?

-Why him? -I don't know. I just thought of it.

I see him working late at night in other people's offices.

In other people's offices?

Yes, working, reviewing papers, etc.

Really?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

-If I find your box, I'll let you know. -Thank you.

-How late do you work, Juliette? -Until 4:30.

-Every day? -Yes, except tomorrow.

-On Fridays, I leave at 1:00. -OK.

What bothers me is that even if I'm no longer accused of insider trading,

there's still the food poisoning ordeal.

-That's right. -I have to prove that it was Cloquet.

I don't know if the coliform note is enough.

-Don't worry. It's taken care of. -What's taken care of?

Blache is going to turn in Cloquet.

You just have to wait here. It will take care of itself.

-I don't understand. -I took care of it.

All you have to do is make a copy of the note,

and send an anonymous letter.

Wait, tell me what you mean.

-Did Aimé come home? -He's sleeping.

-When did he get home? -11:00 p.m.

What has he been doing?

-How did it go? -As planned.

Blache was waiting in his car. As soon as I left, he went in.

He knows that I leave at 1:00 on Fridays.

That gives him time to search Cloquet's office.

But he'll be surprised when he sees the letter on his desk.

"Who poisoned the yogurt at St-Symphorien?"

"Here's a clue that points toward Cloquet. Can you investigate?"

"From an eternally indebted friend."

"Marton, St-Symphorien factory. Coliform concentration."

Juliette, I wanted to tell you how nice you've been to help me.

It's no problem at all.

Actually, I wanted to ask you one thing.

Can I sleep in my bed tonight?

And you can take the little mattress.

I'm sorry to ask, but I haven't been sleeping well.

No, I'm sorry. You could have asked me sooner.

-Especially since you work nights. -It's fine. It's just for tonight.

I won't be able to relax this weekend.

-It's Husband's Day. -I'm sorry?

Husband's Day. That's what the kids call it.

-My husbands come once per year. -Really?

Yes, birthdays were a disaster before.

One would forget, another couldn't come.

One forgot a gift, another gave too much. The kids got jealous.

So I said they could come one day per year and bring one gift.

No more jealousy.

-How many husbands do you have? -Five.

Ex-husbands, thankfully!

-OK. -Sorry, I'll let you go to sleep.

-Good night. -Good night.

Hi, kids!

-Is this for me? -Yes, it is.

Oh wow, thank you for all these gifts.

-Douta isn't here? -We waited for him, but he didn't come.

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Here we are, OK!

Awesome!

-Do you like it? -Yes.

That's good.

Oh wow, what is that?

Look, kids!

-Aimé's father isn't here. -Oh, no. Shoot.

If anyone needs their dad right now, it's Aimé.

Wait, I'll go get him a gift and be right back.

-No, you don't have to do that. -Yes, I do.

Hello, Juliette!

-I can't live without you. -Yes, you can.

I want you all the time.

-Stop it. -We were good together, don't you think?

-It's better like this. -But I love you.

-I love you too. -Well then?

I just don't want it anymore.

-You've got someone else. -No.

-You're with that white guy. -What? You're crazy!

-Ben said he's been sleeping here. -That means I'm with him?

-What's he doing here? -That's enough. Go see your son.

-I found something for Aimé. -You didn't have to.

-Where is he? -In his room.

Here, it's a Walkman.

I got some cassettes too, but I'm not sure what you like.

You can exchange them.

Don't cry.

Don't cry!

Hello, ma'am.

Excuse me, I have an urgent message

for my boss, Mr. Blindet. He plays here Sunday mornings.

Yes, he's here. I'll go get him.

Yeah!

Sorry to disturb you. Your father sent me.

He wanted to say that he's thinking of you, Valérie, and your mother,

and not to worry, because he'll be back soon.

-Where is he? -He can't say right now.

-Who are you? -I'm just…

I'm…

I'm nobody.

Please don't tell anyone about my visit.

That would cause him problems.

Tell your mother and sister that he's coming home soon.

-Is that all? -Yes.

Yes. He asked me where you were and who I was.

-Did they look well? -They looked great.

-Was my wife there? -Yes, she was playing with them.

-How was she? -I only saw her from a distance.

-She was playing with them? -Yes.

-Playing how? -Just playing.

-Who were they playing against? -How should I know?

-She was across from your son. -So my daughter was playing with her.

No, your daughter was playing with your son.

They were both against my wife? That can't be right!

She's terrible at tennis.

It must have been my wife and my daughter against Patrice.

-This is your shirt. -Yes.

And they looked well?

Do you like pizza?

What? Yes, I love it.

I'll make pizza tonight so you can forget your worries.

I'm glad they looked well.

I heard you talking to Benjamin's father on the landing.

Was his name Otou?

-Yes. What did you hear? -That he thought we were together.

Can you imagine?

-Are you going to get back with him? -No.

-You're right. -Look, I like him a lot.

I like all of them.

But when it's over, it's over.

But even so, you need a man.

No, men need me.

-You think? -I don't think, I know.

Then you must have never really loved someone.

Maybe not. What about you?

Me?

JULIETTE, DO NOT ENTER THIS OFFICE.

-Mr. Blindet? -Yes?

I think it's working.

Law enforcement has sealed off Cloquet's office.

There was a note for me not to enter.

-Are you serious? -Yeah.

Juliette!

WE'VE DONE IT, JULIETTE! WE GOT CLOQUET. NOW I CAN AVENGE MYSELF.

I DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE YOU. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING. -ROMUALD

-What's wrong? -Aimé didn't come home.

Look what I found on his mattress.

-What's that? -I don't know. It's cocaine or drugs.

Mama, what are we going to do?

-Bye, Aimé. -Bye.

I'm taking you out to eat for your 18th birthday.

-It's tomorrow. -I want to celebrate today, just us two.

I have to see my friends.

You can see them later. I go to work in an hour and a half.

-You really don't want dessert? -No, I'm not hungry.

-Why are you always sad? What's wrong? -Nothing. I'm fine.

-Do you miss your father? -I don't give a shit about him.

I bought you a gift. It's at the house.

I don't want your shitty gifts!

Save your money.

-Why? -It smells like white people's houses.

-You don't like that I'm a cleaning lady? -It's all you know.

-What does your money smell like? -What money?

Your money smells like white people's jail, Aimé.

The bill, please.

WELCOME BACK

-Ms. Bonaventure? -Yes.

-I have a search warrant. -What's going on?

Does Aimé Bonaventure live here?

Yes, but he didn't come home last night.

-Did something happen to him? -He's in police custody.

-Where? -I'm sorry, but I have to do the search.

-Mama! -My baby.

It's OK.

Mama, get me out of here. I won't do it again.

It's OK. I'll make them wait another three, four, or even six months.

Don't cry, Ms. Bonaventure.

I can't sleep anymore, I can't eat anymore.

I just dream all the time.

I see him when he was little and learning to walk.

Then I wonder where I went wrong with him.

They're all like this. You did nothing wrong.

Don't cry, Ms. Bonaventure.

His name means "loved." There's a reason I named him that.

Of course you love him. Don't cry, Ms. Bonaventure.

The guys told me I could apply for bail.

-Since it's my first offense-- -And your last.

The judge will accept it. I'll go straight to school,

and be free until the hearing. I don't want to stay here.

-How much is bail? -It's usually about 40,000 francs.

-Can you get that much? -40,000 francs?

And they said I need a lawyer, or they'll assign me one.

The free ones are crap. I'll get the maximum without a lawyer.

-What's the maximum? -I had 20 grams of coke on me.

That means one to two years.

Stop crying. We'll get you out of here.

-I just have to find the money. -From where?

Yes? Come in.

-Yes? -Sorry, is Mr. Blindet here?

-What is it regarding? -I know him very well.

-Tell him Juliette is here. -Mr. Blindet is currently in the U.S.

In the U.S.?

-When will he be back? -In a month.

A month… Can't we reach him sooner?

-What is it regarding, ma'am? -I'm the cleaning lady here.

-I've been doing it for 10 years. -The HR manager is downstairs.

I want to see Mr. Blindet. He knows me.

Leave me your name, and I'll see what I can do.

I'm Juliette Bonaventure. It's urgent. It's about my son.

Tell him he's in prison, so I need three or four million francs.

-Three or four million francs? -Old francs, of course.

-Is that it? -That's it.

My son isn't taking well to prison.

And I need a lawyer, or they'll give him the maximum.

-Tell Mr. Blindet everything. -OK, I'll do that.

Tell him to send the money to my place.

I know he'll agree. I'll pay him back.

Well, I have a lot of work. Could you go now?

Normally, we only take appointments.

I apologize, I'm going. Bye, ma'am.

Goodbye.

You'll tell him? It's urgent and very important.

I will. You can count on me.

That's nice of you. Goodbye.

Hello, reception please?

Why was that lady mean?

She wasn't mean. She's going to help bring Aimé home.

That lady was mean.

What are you doing down there in reception?

You can't let just anybody in here! Why not invite the bums in too?

Just do your job!

What if Mr. Blindet had been here?

Air France Concorde flight 001 leaving for New York.

Now boarding all passengers at Gate 14.

I went to see Mr. Blindet. His secretary will give him the message.

-I'm sure he'll help. He really liked you. -Great!

I brought some sandwiches. Make sure you get them.

-Anything? -Nothing but bills.

The judge will let me go on bail. He wants 30,000 francs.

Great! We'll hear from Mr. Blindet soon.

I didn't have a lawyer, so they appointed one.

That's fine. We'll get our own later.

Mr. Blindet will know someone. How were the sandwiches?

I didn't have time to eat them.

Excuse me, ma'am.

-Where are you going? -To see Mr. Blindet's secretary.

-Your name, please. -Juliette Bonaventure.

One moment, please.

-Yes? -I have Ms. Bonaventure for you.

-Do not send her up! -OK.

-She's not in. -What do you mean?

-You just spoke with her. -I said she's not here.

But I know her. Let me go talk to her.

She's not here, and I won't let you go up.

Cells 450 through 460!

450 through 460!

Please stand, Mr. Bonaventure.

After having deliberated according to law,

the court finds you guilty as charged,

and thus sentences you to 18 months in prison.

You have the right to file an appeal within the next 10 days.

Next case, please.

-Go ahead, try them on. -Here, this too.

-Very nice. -Oh, yeah.

Juliette, my goodness!

I'm happy to see you. It's been forever.

Hello, you're back?

Yes, I traveled all over the U.S.

I've been buried in work ever since.

I didn't know you were back.

-How are you? -OK.

-How are the kids? -They're fine.

Is Aimé still giving you trouble?

-You don't know? -Know what?

-Aimé is in prison. -In prison?

No, I didn't know. What happened?

Your secretary didn't tell you?

-My secretary? -I asked her to give you a message.

Aimé got caught in a minor drug deal.

I needed money to get him out on bail.

And for a lawyer, but you didn't respond, so…

He got a court appointed lawyer and was given the maximum sentence.

Really?

Nobody told me. The poor guy.

-How much do you need? -I don't need it anymore.

I needed it for the lawyer and everything.

Now he's serving his sentence. Everything is fine.

I'm so sorry. If I had known, I would have lent you what you needed.

That's nice of you. Thanks. I'll let you get back to work.

No, I'm done. I'm heading out.

I'd love to have a coffee, but a ton of people are waiting at home.

It's a welcome home party. Maybe another time?

-Of course. Give my regards to your son. -Thank you.

-Give the kids a hug for me. -OK.

If you need anything else for Aimé, you can count on me.

Thank you very much.

Good evening!

Hello, how are you?

-Sorry I'm late. -It's fine.

-Hello. -Hello, Romuald.

Maria, how are you? Hello.

Are you having fun? You're not dancing?

I'll be back.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Hello. -Hello.

Please, help yourselves.

Nice to meet you, Charles.

Are you having a good time?

Hello!

Hi, hello!

Having a good time?

Excuse me a second.

What are you playing?

It's awesome. He gave me a Mastermind game.

He's getting good. He'll be able to do it in his head soon.

This time I'm trying it in my head.

What an idiot!

Seriously, what an idiot!

What a complete idiot!

There you go.

-Wait. Here you go. -Thank you, sir.

Thank you, that's all.

Paulin, here's the keys to my place.

I'm at a hotel. I really like you.

Françoise loves you. You'll make her and the kids happier than I can.

I'm an idiot for not doing this sooner.

Don't say anything.

Life is short, but very beautiful!

FOR SALE

-Have you-- -No.

But there's a garage.

-Yes, but… -Sold!

No, it's too much. I'd be fine with half.

30,000 alimony per month, the apartment, and the house in Deauville.

-It's all hers. -You don't have to. It's not your fault.

It's so good to be able to see again.

What?

I've just recovered from a long vision problem.

I couldn't see anything.

Ms. Bonaventure, I just divorced my wife.

She's very happy with Paulin.

I left her everything she'll ever need.

I bought a house in the Paris suburbs for you and your children.

And I wanted to ask if you would like to marry me.

What?

One day you asked me if I had ever truly loved someone.

I didn't answer.

Because I didn't know.

But now I know.

Now, I'm truly in love for the first time in my life.

Listen, Mr. Blindet. Yes, you lived with me for a while.

I helped you get out of trouble.

One day I asked you to help me, and you weren't able to.

You felt bad. You were very nice.

We had a moment of weakness and slept together.

But this thing ends here.

OK?

It's over. Completely over. You got that?

O-ver!

-I love you. -Keep talking.

-I want to marry you. -Marry me, and then what?

You don't just up and marry someone. What about what I want?

I don't want you.

-Why don't you want me? -He wants to know why.

Because you're white, Mr. Blindet.

Because you like being a boss.

Because I can't trust you for one second.

Because to you, everyone is your maid.

Because you don't know how to carry a bag or wash a plate.

Because you can't see anything.

Because you think money buys everything.

Because you took my bed every day while I worked my butt off

for my five kids and to get you out of your mess.

Because screw you, Mr. Romuald Blindet.

Because I'd rather do everything myself, than live one day with a guy like you.

-Am I really like that? -No, not at all.

What I said is nothing compared to how you are.

It's true, I am like that. But…

-But I've changed. -Bye, Mr. Blindet. Good luck.

Hey, a while back Juliette Bonaventure came to give me a message.

Yes, the crazy lady.

I gave the reception desk an earful for letting her in.

-She was brave enough to come back. -Do you see that door?

-That door? -Yes, that one.

You're going to take all of your things,

and you're going to leave out that door.

You're going to see the HR manager,

you're going to ask for your wages and expenses for the month,

you're going to leave this building,

and if I ever see you again, I'm going to wring your neck.

Juliette Bonaventure happens to be the woman I love.

-And whom I intend to marry. -But--

You're paid to take and give messages, not to play cop.

You may have ruined my life. Get the hell out of here!

-Ms. Bonaventure? -She's sleeping.

-We have an appliance delivery. -What appliances?

A dishwasher and washing machine.

Really?

I'M DYING WITHOUT YOU.

JULIETTE, GIVE ME A CHANCE.

JULIETTE, DON'T WORK TOO HARD TONIGHT.

JULIETTE, I LOVE YOU.

-Ms. Bonaventure? -Yes?

I'm Mr. Blindet's chauffeur.

I'm supposed to drive you to and from work every night.

-You can tell him-- -Sorry to interrupt,

but he said if I couldn't convince you to get in the car, he'd fire me.

-He said that? -Let me take you home, please.

No. In the back, please.

-Will he fire you if I ride up front? -No.

-Are you the Bonaventure children? -Yes.

Mr. Blindet is waiting in the car.

-Hello. -Hello.

I can take you to school every day if you want.

-But you can't say anything to Juliette. -Why not?

She's mad at me, because I left.

But I'm back, and I won't be leaving again.

Have you ever seen a car like this?

Do you have a TV in your car?

No, shoot.

-So he got back to you? -Who?

I have a new lawyer. He's great and he knows the judge.

He's going to speak with him. I could be out in two or three weeks.

-What are you talking about? -Wasn't it you?

Ma'am, the elevator works now.

-Huh? -I just fixed it.

-Why is it working? -Because I fixed it.

-Why did you fix it? -Because it was broken.

Why now? It's been broken for months!

I don't know.

Let me do it.

I heard you were in Honolulu. Don't try to put it on the ground.

-Tell me where you're at for backups. -I don't need any.

There's a TV in the car now?

When you get out, you can work with me if you want.

I don't want to be a boss.

-You can do what you'd like. -Why are you doing this?

-Why do you think? -Because you want to sleep with my mother.

I've already slept with her.

I see. So the lawyer was payment for that?

I love your mother.

I want to marry and live with her.

And I'm going to get you out of here.

JULIETTE'S NEW HOUSE

HERE'S BENJAMIN'S SWING

Mama, when can we go to the house with my swing?

Who told you about that?

See, here's my swing.

-Did you see Mr. Blindet? -Yes.

He put a TV in his car for me.

-But we can't tell you. -What can't you tell me?

-Mama, I get out next Thursday. -Wow!

Can I drive you home? My chauffeur is sick.

-No, I'll take the subway. -Still upset?

-Thanks for helping Aimé. -You're welcome.

-And for the appliances and the elevator. -I can keep going, you know.

I know.

-I know that not everything can be bought. -No.

For example, I'm yours.

And you didn't buy me.

What?

You're beautiful. You're funny.

You're a fountain of kindness.

You're brave.

You're the mother I wish I had and the daughter I want to protect.

I've never made love the way I did with you.

I want to see your children every day.

I want to live with you.

I'm patient. I'm no longer blind.

I'll learn to wash dishes and carry bags.

I'll watch you sleep.

You're pigheaded.

But I know that you love me.

And that nothing will come between us.

That's from the cleaning lady.

What's wrong with her?

She's just happy you're out.

She's relieved.

-I agree, but under one condition. -What?

-That I can keep working. -OK.

I want to keep my job cleaning the office at night.

-Not at night. -Then I won't marry you.

Fine, but you'll also take a management course,

and I'll make you co-CEO with Paulin.

-We'll see about that. -I need you to manage the company.

OK, but my contract will say that I can keep my cleaning job too.

-OK, but we're moving into the house. -No, I'm staying here.

OK, we'll rent out the apartment and move into the house.

-OK, but I'll pay the rent here. -OK.

I didn't know you were so sly.

And you're not?

-What's she like? -You'll see.

-It's not very nice here. -But this is where she lives.

-How old is she? -Four years older than me.

-She has five kids and-- -Five kids?

Yes.

Mama, can I have some toast?

-Yes, but that's the last piece. -No!

Look out, Benjamin.

-Hello everyone! -Hello.

-This is Patrice and Valérie. -Hello.

And this is Benjamin, Félicité,

Désiré, Claire, Aimé… and Juliette.

I'm sure he told you,

but as you can see, we're all black.

Would you like some toast?

-Félicité? -Ouch.

-Let's see. -Here!

Not bad, but I can't get the tie on.

-Wait, Benjamin. -Wow, he's handsome.

What are we waiting for?

I never know where he is.

There he is!

What a shame!

Hurry up, we're waiting.

Sorry, I missed the bus.

Hi, son. Wow, you look good!

Get in the car.

-Do you know the bride? -No.

-Did you see that his wife is here? -They got divorced.

-Her lover is here too. -Yes, but they're married now.

-Who? -His wife and her lover.

Really?

-Is he marrying his secretary? -No, she's in prison.

Mama, it's this way!

Mama, there's a lot of people!

Dear friends and colleagues,

I'm happy to introduce my bride, Juliette Bonaventure,

as well as her five children, her five ex-husbands, and her friends.

What is this?

Oh, it's nothing.

Tati had a good deal on kids' clothes.

-But what is it? -What?

This, Juliette.

It's a onesie.

A brand new one? To be used in real life?

But this is the last one.

-What should we name it? -Caramel!

Mama, There's a Man in Your Bed is a work of fiction.

Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events,

is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Subtitle translation by: Emily Moorlach