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Dark music

Footsteps echo.

The door opens.

Soft music

- Can I clear it, Madam?
- Yes, Celeste.

Huguette, hold tighter.
I need to be held.

Madam !

THANKS.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- You should eat, Madam.

Repeated blows

- Can the mayor call me back?
his first names?

- Vauthier, Eugène, Pierre-François.

Don't call me mayor,
please.

My profession only.
Pharmacist.

Smashes and broken glass

Repeated blows

- Sorry. Excuse me.

He clears his throat.

- Hello, Desgranges.
- Good morning. Mr. Boisvaillant.

Ah, Huguette.

Shut up my mother.

- I went there four times this morning.
I'm coming.

Celestial.

Take care of her.

Take his cane from him.

Mister asked me.

Excuse me.

Celeste screams.

Moaning

- Huguette told me
that you felt bad.

It's nothing. Probably the heat.

You need to rest.

Take care of yourself.

- At the same time,
nothing really tires me.

You are so beautiful, my little wife.

How can you read
this nonsense?

You know...

Well...

He hits.

Mom, it's going to be like this
every morning?

Let me prepare...

Tomorrow it will be a horn,
a slide trombone?

I'll keep quiet, it gives you ideas.

Listen, I wish you would stop

to harass Huguette.

You love it when she rubs your back.

But staying in the water for so long
will make you sick.

You're going to say that we'll be rid of it.
I've had it up to here.

All right ?

Let's get things done now...

in a good way.

The door closes.

You don't love me completely.

But yes, why?

That's quite enough.

"Sufficient" ?

That's enough, right?

I'm the one who's had enough.

I could be mean, you know?

I would have the right to do so.

- And I would have the duty
to be kind?

You're the one who prefers to sleep alone.

To be able to smoke a pipe.

That suits you well.

Look at me.

Even that, is that much to ask?

Look at me.

Do you love me?

But yes.

You have to wait a bit.

- I need...
- I will know how to be delicate.

Much more than I was.

We knock.
The door opens.

What's going on?

It's Madame's herbal tea.

THANKS.

- Thank you, Mary.
Uh...

Heavenly. Pardon.

- It's been a year.
Do you still call her Marie?

I'm confusing it with the old one.

Poor thing.

Oh, it's okay.

We can't say
that I traumatize her.

Herbal tea now?

You're going to get up tonight.

- What does it matter to you?
You sleep alone.

No, look, not tonight.

You're going to spill my cup.

Here, don't forget your diary.

The door closes.

Soft music

Squeaks

Did I scare you?

Yes, sir.

Are you coming?

Approach.

He sighs.

- He groaned.
- Ouch!

Oh, sorry.

He pants and moans.

He sighs.

Oh, that's good.

For me, mundane business is fine.

Sell and buy,
we quickly got around to it.

But create something,
initiate it...

Here.

A mine in Venezuela.

I don't even know where it is.
I started this

two years ago.

We hadn't stirred
an inch from the ground...

My dear, I find you pale.

Is everything okay?

Yes yes.

Is everything working well?

How old are you ?

I'm 24 years old.

My God, already 24 years old?

She screams.

Laughter

Worthy of an acrobat.

- What a shame
for having abandoned the flute.

It's the severity
from your aunt Yvonne

who turned you away?

I didn't give up.

Music comes and goes.

It's always
a wonderful refuge.

- You were so good.
Especially with...

Haydn.

Haydn is rhetorician grace.

A little quavering music

of an old powdered grandfather.

Laughter

And Beethoven, then...

Beethoven is the...

power, strength.

In serene pain.

He hums.

And then, here comes Rossini.

Obviously, the natural gift.

So cheerful, free, making fun of the world.

He's not my favorite.

But...

what an astonishing character,
anyway.

In the abundance of his genius.

Andrew...

you have in your eyes

the worry you had
when you were a little boy.

I knew him well when he was
as high as three apples.

Loyalty to childhood.

The heart of existence.

By the way,

how is your sweet mom?

She is recovering.

Gently.

But it won't be like before.

Are you talking about Alphonse Lajardie?

What do you blame me for?

I don't like him groping you.

I don't like his eyes.

He sees you as meat.

- What ?
He could be my grandfather

There is nothing to be ashamed of in friendship...

- Of friendship?
He wanted to marry you.

- I refused.
It's all in the past.

Was he your lover?

Stop.

Why discuss?
You won the bet.

What are you complaining about?

Was he your lover?

- I only had one lover before you.
I told you.

Your cousin Edgar.

So improbable.

Not at all improbable.

It only happened once.
I have bad memories of it.

Brief.

You can't consider

a little tenderness
other than in a bed?

- You admit
that there is tenderness

between you and Alphonse Lajardie?

Certainly.

And not just a little.

She screams.

Pardon.

Pardon.

You deserved it.

He repels me, Lajardie.
With his yellow teeth.

His hutch breath.

He behaved
like a beggar with my father.

With his aristocratic airs.

Come on, it's over.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

I'm overworked.

I have more control over my nerves.

I sleep badly.

I miss you.

You smell so good.

Soft music

All these layers.

I've never seen you
completely naked.

- Oh, shut up.

What, have I already ruined everything?

No, no.

Come on.

I think it's good.

Yes.

He moans and pants.

Oh, that was quick.

Sighs

No?

- I like it better
when it doesn't last long.

Hmm.

Transverse flute

Lots of good minds
blame the resignation of property.

They say it's immoral.

They accuse him of destroying
family ties.

But you have good children.

Honest, hardworking.

With them, no danger
to repent of it one day.

Have you decided on the amount?

Oh...

She moaned.

She sighs.

She gasps.

Footsteps echo.

- What's wrong with you? You're pale.

- I caught a cold.
I didn't sleep well.

Where is the laundry?

Down. I picked it up.

I'll iron it right away.

- Take care of the pike,
I'm going down.

Yes, Madam.

She screams.
Smash

- Get dressed.

Get out. Don't you think again
to go through my things.

- Don't chase me away, Madam.
I beg you.

Sobbing

Oh, my God.

How long has it been?

What, Madam?

Don't make fun of me.

How long and from whom?

Leave.

This conversation is not over.

Sobbing

Ah, there you are.

Take over on that.

I have to take this to the old lady.

Dark music

That's enough, you're frozen.

- You must see Sarah Bernhardt
on stage.

It was incredible.

As if she were expressing
what I have deep down.

I don't want anymore
call me Odette, but Sarah.

Odette has fallen by the wayside.
Laughter

And your corset too.

I had had enough.

- His manners are fanciful,
but she knows how to adapt.

She can dine at the table
of a peasant and an ambassador.

His tricks don't stop there.
Do you see?

Laugh

She taught me...

Even to me.

And with that, tireless.
A thoroughbred.

Laugh
She's rocked, man.

- Have you seen the purity of the attachments?
- 80 km/h?

- Do you want to drive it?
I'll give you a lesson.

- No fuss.
- Come on, Victoire!

- Impossible, I don't dare go up.
- But come on.

Is he still there?

It's almost dangerous.
In plain sight.

- The only thing that Victoire
kept from his mother.

She likes to see him every day.

If it's not indecent...

I know what it's worth.

A small fortune.

Not like the so-called Corot.
Making me believe it was true...

This crust that you picked
to the widow Michaud.

- Shut up,
it's a good reproduction.

You have to take the water from the springs.

Before they receive a defilement.

They are assembled using machines

in tanks
at the Château des Tourelles.

Following the slopes of the Seine,
they would flow as far as Le Havre.

Obviously, there would be work.

But these sources
are no one's.

No compensation
to pay to manufacturers.

The case arises
under conditions such

that she will make a fortune
promoters.

- How can I be of use to you?
in this matter?

- By drawing up the constitutive act
of our society.

Then, under conditions,
by negotiating the purchase

land
which border the rivers.

Do you have your members?

- A certain number,
which will bring others.

Otherwise, be calm.

The matter is serious,
very studied,

with big profits
to the key.

Hey, I was wondering a question.

Do you have a lot of Jewish customers?

- A few, yes.

It's going very well.

I'm quite happy.

The hardest,

is to persuade my clients
that I reduce their costs,

what is true in detail,

but then false

for the total.
Laughter

Scoundrel, go.

- By the way, you don't know
the last one?

Celeste, our little maid...

is pregnant.

- What...

Throat clearing
What a pickle.

For once,

it's not me.
Laughter

- Old man, don't miss one!
- That's it, it's nothing.

Dark music

Celeste is pregnant.

Knowing who is not the concern.

This pregnancy
dishonor our house

and it goes without saying that she cannot
come to an end.

Isn't that right, Celeste?

We agree.

Huguette, bring Mrs. Berthon
as quickly as possible.

Its reputation is well established.
She will solve this

with the necessary discretion.

You can return to work.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

How could you dare?

It's Mister, eh?
Is that it?

We knock.

Already ?

Did everything go well?

Madam, I can't do anything.

Your maid is pregnant
more than six months.

We knock.

Enter.

My darling ?

I need to see you.

- Wait...
- I need to talk to you.

Alright.

From the situation.

The situation?

- That's to say ?
- That's to say ?

- What are you talking about?

Stop, let's save time.

You know and you know that I know.

You also know
that I could divorce?

Victory... my darling...

Do you know I could do it?

- And able to face
the accusatory gaze of others?

You ?

I called for Mrs. Berthon.

Ms. Berthon?

Who is she?

Victoire sighs.

Shall we stop playing?

You know very well
what Ms. Berthon does.

Do you mean it's settled?

- Celeste is pregnant
more than six months.

- Me finishing
by believing myself to be sterile.

Well...

- We will have to chase her away.
- Damn it.

You don't understand
what do I offer you?

But on one condition.

Which ?

- That you don't come any closer
from my bed.

We knock.

Heavenly?

Is that you, Madam?

Stay seated.

My little one,
we mean you no harm.

Everything will be fine.

- Everything will be fine,
but how, Madam?

Celeste...

We're not going to chase you away.

We would like to keep the child.

Really ? But...

Madam, but...

Celeste sniffs.

- I had this idea
for your own good.

For mine too.

I suggest you look after the child,

to stay here,

but that you leave us,
Andrew and I,

raise him.

You will see it.

You will be here, you will see it
grow close to you.

But it will be ours.

- He will never know
that I am his mother?

Consider any other solutions.

Think about it.

She sniffles.

I agree.

THANKS.

We will take care of him.

Dark music

It's settled.

Victoire is pregnant.

So.

The doctor saw her this afternoon.

It's even been six months already.

She hadn't realized it.

She thought
that her corset was tightening her,

that she had gained weight.

Me telling him
to eat more...

This is why we put
all this time to realize.

Are you happy at least?

She is resting.

Doctor's recommendations.

She's going to come see you.

Can we really not see her?

What a pity.

- Sorry, Mr. Lajardie,
she is resting.

Doctor's instructions.

Oh, Dr. Claude?

No, Dr. Ballard.

From Rouen.
An old family friend.

Ballard... Ballard...

But...

Is everything looking good?

- Everything is going well. Yes.
- Oh.

- I can't offer you a cognac,
I have clients.

A hellish day.

- And how is
your sweet mother?

Always so kind.

- Can I clear it, Madam?
- Yes, thank you, Celeste.

THANKS.

If it's a boy,

I want his name to be Andrew.

Like you ?

- For what ?
- Why not ?

I don't know.

It would be preferable
that it has its own identity.

- Oh.
- You don't think so?

On the contrary.

I would have liked to reconnect
with this tradition.

She gets lost,
it's a shame.

Or else, Felix.

Like my father.

- I prefer Félicien,
it's softer.

Felix, it's elegant, but dry,
It's too loud.

Félicien, it’s out of fashion.

I gave in on André,
I will not give in on Felix.

Or Félicie, if she's a girl.

I'm no longer hungry.

"The dust,

"a sky of azure and light,

"the flaming walls,
the long evenings,

"and nothing green.

"Barely yet
a reddish reflection decorates

"the big trees
with black branches.

“This beautiful weather weighs me down and bores me.

"It's not
that after rainy days

"what must emerge in a picture

"spring, green and pink,

"like a freshly hatched nymph

"who comes out of the water smiling."

I have the impression
that I bore you.

Oh, well...

Do you prefer to read alone?

I understand.

I'll leave the book to you.

You will see,
there are some striking passages.

Allow me?

Dark music

She moaned.

The baby is crying.

It's a boy.

No.
Madame wants to see him right away.

Shh!

Go! Go! Go.

Shut up, shh.

Felix, shush.

Shut up. But shut up!

Shut up ! Shh!

Is everything okay, Madam?

Yes, everything is fine.

Leave us.

Really. Really, thank you.

Shh!

Calm down.

Come on...

Huguette?

Huguette!

Do something.
I don't know what to do anymore.

- You are not reasonable.
Call a nanny.

No nanny.

Celeste probably has milk.

No, he has to get used to me.

He has just eaten.

Did the doctor come for Celeste?

Huguette?

- Yes, the fever is almost gone.
She stays in bed.

The midwife will return on Thursday.

- We gave him sugar water.
Then, we used Robert bottles.

It grew in a week.
You wouldn't recognize him.

Robert baby bottles?

They're the best.

And the most expensive.

He eats less and less.

You too, by the way.
Eat a little.

She laughs.

You're lucky.
I thought you had tuberculosis.

I thought you were going to go there.

I saw myself getting agitated
to notify the family.

Aren't your parents local?

No.

They are from Alsace.

Oh yeah?

Are you a Boche?

Well no.

The baby is crying.

Where is Dr. Claude?

Absent.

An emergency.
He will be there tomorrow.

Oh my God.

He's going to transport Félix to Rouen?

Listen, let's wait until tomorrow.

Eh ?

Did he finally eat?

Just a little.

- Don't worry.
Tomorrow it will be daylight.

- Huguette?
- Madam ?

You can go to bed.

Babil

Madam?

You're going to get it badly.

Get under the blanket.

No, everything is fine.

“Von der Wiege bis zum Grabe”
(Franz Liszt)

She hits.

- Hello Mrs.
- Hello, Huguette.

- He looks early in the morning, this guy.
- Oh yes.

Babil

He's much better.

Felix cries.

He was fine there.
You make him cry.

You don't know how to do it.

- At this point,
It's a woman's business,

but when he speaks,
that he will walk,

I will be there for him.

Here, take it.

Your arm under his head.

Little man, go.

Make an effort.

You see he's not well.

You see it clearly.

Say hello to your grandmother.

It's fair game, right?

Come on, to dad.

Who will never know Felix.

And it's very sad.

Why “too much”?

I loved my father, yes.

I adored him.

Do you remember? He said:

"What I like about hunting,
it's not the trophy,

“but the preparation.

“The pack that follows us.

“Nature awakening.

“Early morning. The show
colors that change."

He said: "We feel
both man and animal."

You must have liked that, that.

The animal man. That's your type.

And yet...

I don't want to know anything more.

Who, I don't care.

It doesn't change anything.

It never changed anything.

A last one,
one last for the road.

It's not very difficult.

You had two lovers.

The Marquis of Saint Aubain
and Pierrot,

the coachman of Ruchettes.

We couldn't be more different.
One died on a pile of gold.

The other ended up in prison
for violent theft.

You know what? Both suit me.

I speak, I speak,

but I know what was transmitted to me.

I know what I built.

I was a real son.

And I had a real father.

And the rest...

It’s brioche crumbs.

I always wondered...

where did this malice come from?

This wickedness
that runs through your veins.

Was this your only recourse?

Your only way...

to be free?

You have become very ugly.

It must change you.

What I wanted to tell you,

is that today,
you won't lecture me.

Look what Desgranges
brought you back from Le Havre.

That’s so kind, Mr. Desgranges.

Fun, right?

This is a doll for boys.

“Teddy Bear.”

They do the same in Germany.
This one is American.

“Bear” means bear.

He's almost taller than him.

So, Felix?

Do you like your bear?

Do you like it?

Oh...

I'll give you a kiss.

He is happy...

“Von der Wiege bis zum Grabe”
(Franz Liszt)

Felix cries.

It's extraordinary.

It tickles.

Victoire hums.

Laughter

Felix?

My aunt Yvonne forbade me
to read novels.

She said to my father:

"The little one must keep
his ignorance."

When she saw André,
she told me:

"When a man is brutal,

“It’s because he loves you.

"There's always a way

"to put him in his place
in a nice way."

It's strange.

From the wedding day,

I remember almost nothing.

I was very cold,
I trembled under my veil.

Before saying yes,
I looked at my father.

He was already coughing a lot.

He died a few months later.

And then,

the music, the banquet,

the saucy allusions...

And finally, the wedding night.

Where I hurt.

And you, men?

André, was he the first?

Babil

Like that, yes.

There were gestures

that I knew
because of a brother.

It didn't hurt like it did with him.

Do you have many brothers and sisters?

There are eight of us in total.

My parents are from Alsace.

Do you speak German?

I understand it a little.

My sister married a German.

They were chased away.

Because of the war?

Hunted by... by who?

By my father.

They crossed the Ardennes

and they took the boat
to Canada.

Repeated blows

- You're not tired of it
to stop me from living?

What do you want?

You're unbearable.

No, it hasn't been an hour
that you ring Huguette.

Stop your fuss, she'll come.

Transverse flute

- What's wrong with you?

Nothing, it keeps me awake.

- Why do you have to be awake
at this time?

- Exactly,
to sleep even better.

Sir ?

Don't move. Don't move.

Do you have back pain?

This is the camp bed.

It is old and worn.
So, obviously...

But it's okay.

I atone for my fault.
Thunder rumbles.

Not that of having impregnated Céleste,

but that of having hidden you
my supposed sterility.

Sterility
of which I was secretly convinced.

- How strange they are,
these paths, in you.

Good night.

Huguette will arrive soon.

- Don't worry,
it's still early.

The day intimidates me.

Me too.

I'm afraid someone will hear us.

- Do you think, we speak so quietly.

You've already heard us talk,
André and me?

There's nothing wrong with that, you know?

Sometimes we...

Sometimes we hear without listening.

Andrew angry
doesn't know how to whisper.

It's true.

Once he was jealous.

About an old gentleman.

Alphonse Lajardie.

Yes, that's it.

I guessed you were lying to him.

I understood it immediately.

To have peace.
I did the same with my father.

Is that really true?
Was he your lover?

Victoire laughs softly.

Yes and no.

There was a...

a kind of embrace between us.

He failed to...

He didn't manage to harden.

He was too old.

Too tired, at least.

He was very sorry.

And I, basically very relieved.

I didn't know well
what I was doing there.

I, I...

I obeyed.

But he was very gentle.

It's rare to see up close
someone's fragility.

I see you.

I know.

Soft music

- These are lands
which were still worth 5,000 per hectare

and which are only worth 1,500,
today.

My father already said that.

I couldn't see myself living in Paris.
This excess...

We lose the meaning of things.

Isn't that right, darling?

Yes, probably.

You don't like

the rabbit, Mr. Bouillaud?

- About Le Havre,
my friend Joseph

introduced me to his associates,
this morning.

The matter is looking very good.

He sighs.

We knock.

Victory ?

Victory, my darling...

Why are you locking yourself away?

Victory ?

Are you locking yourself in now?

Victory !

- He hits.
- Andrew?

What do you want?

- I had to see you.
Felix cries.

- I want to talk to you.
- You wake up the little one.

- Listen, open up.
I'm still your husband.

- There was a pact between us,
a contract.

- Contract, my ass.
Open. Open!

- Open.
- André, stop.

Open this door!

Raffut
Felix cries.

Stop, André, please!

Open!

- Andrew, stop!
- Open up, I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy!

Felix cries.

Open this door!

Open this door!

I beg, stop!

Felix cries.

Which of the two? Eh ?

Saint Aubain or Pierrot?

Say it. The marquis or the coachman?

Say it! Holy shit!

I know that Dad was sterile.
Tell me.

No...

No.

That's not true.

The three cry.

Victoire sobs.

“Von der Wiege bis zum Grabe”
(Franz Liszt)

I have to go.

We knock.

He snores.

We knock.

- What...
- I don't know.

Céleste brings back the duplicate key.

He hits.

Mr. Boisvaillant?

- Throat clearing
- Sorry. Gentlemen.

I'll be with you in ten minutes.

He coughs.

The door opens with a bang.

Metallic shock

Huguette, give us a minute.

You will bring me
a large cup of coffee in the study.

This door will remain keyless
day and night.

If you divorce,

I will take you Felix.

Do you know I have the power?

You won't give me a choice.

Huguette, you can come back.

- Celeste... don't come back
in my room this evening.

So, tomorrow?

No, you don't have to come anymore.

Dark music

Squeeze my fingers.

Stronger.

Hold tight.

Thank you for your trouble.

Beware of her,
she's a prankster.

- Not that prankster.
Especially after two attacks.

His headaches
have lasted for several weeks.

She may be a rock,
she is very tired.

No shock, recently,
or emotion?

Emotion?

My mother?

It's not really his territory.

I'm so happy to have you back,
my darling.

I'm not naive.

I know it will take us time.

A lot of time, even.

I want great harmony
between us.

harmony,

it's better than happiness.

No ?

I thought I would never again
find a smile again.

I thought a lot about Céleste,
you know?

She made us
a huge service,

unforgettable.

But the situation
becomes frankly disturbed.

We will have to resolve
to chase her away one of these days.

I will compensate her accordingly.

Seems like an elegant solution to me.
no?

I mean...

human.

Come on.

No, not tonight.

Please.

And I would like
that you undress completely.

Dark music

But who is the father?

Andrew.

My little one, you are neither the first

nor the last, but believe me,

for the peace of your home,
you have to chase this maid away.

It's a useless temptation
for your husband

and she will always want
see Felix again.

Be careful, Victoire.

Others were too kind-hearted

and bitterly regretted it.

Celeste gave me everything.

Do you mean all taken?

But she is only love.

She...

- Victory,
I've known you for so long.

Trust me.

Your soul is troubled.

This discovery of motherhood
is a moment of fragility...

There is something else.

Yes ?

Attention, Victory,
Our Lord sees everything.

He knows the words
that you can't say.

You must free them.

Have you thought about your parents?

They look at you
from their place in heaven.

Pull yourself together, Victoire.

Student Felix.

And get closer to André.

God has united you.

He will guide you to happiness,
the real one.

You have the strength of character
sufficient

to get out of it.

Your faith will be strengthened.

Your home too.

Looking back,
you will be happy

to have conquered vice.

You will even ask yourself
how he could have led you astray.

Good morning.

I would like
go to Saint-Ferreux.

Pastry.

Isn't everything ready yet?

It will be, Madam.

It's not even one o'clock.

Oh.

- There you are.
- Sorry, I was long.

I found other pastries.

There's already enough for a regiment.

They looked good.

- How is your mother?
- She's painful.

I did a calculation
compensation for Céleste.

I wanted to show it to you.

The guests arrive.

We'll see that later.

- People no longer think,
they comment.

Come, Felix.

Oh, but how wise he is.

And these fine lines.
It's incredible.

It looks like a Chinese drawing.

"Fantasy Op. 79"
(Gabriel Fauré)

Thank you.

Wasn't she pregnant?

Yes, we did what was necessary.

We knock.

Sir.

A telegram for Madame.

THANKS.

- Applause
- Wait, it's not over yet.

- Uh, a thousand apologies.
I have to stop there.

- This is beyond my skills.
- But no.

I'll spare you a disaster.

We applaud you, all the same.

Applause

Is the music over yet?

We can't stop like this.

My little chick.

Will you have some cakes again?

- Yes, help yourself.

- I received this telegram for you.
Dr. Louvier.

- Your aunt Yvonne is at her worst.
- My aunt Yvonne?

What does he say?

- Look at yourself.

- Make us a little Chopin,
Marianne.

- Chopin makes me cry,
I will try to hold myself together.

Oh, my God...

"Prelude Op. 28 'The Drop of Water'"
(Frédéric Chopin)

Excuse me for a moment.

- What's going on?
- It's okay, I'll be back.

Play, Madam, play.

You called her very strict.

That's not a reason.

You know I have more than her.

That's nice for me.

What relationship?

You are my husband,
it has nothing to do with it.

It's true ?

Am I still your husband?

You would like
that we go there?

Ah, that would be...

- Let's leave tomorrow, after the sale
from the house of Fouans.

I will be able to reorganize my week.

- Tomorrow,
I'm afraid it's too late.

When is this from?

This morning.

Honestly, leave today
seems impossible to me.

- We're not going to abandon our guests.
- Yes, that's for sure.

But...

- What?
- Unless...

- You're not going to leave alone.
- Why not ?

Do you know what I would like?

That you join me tomorrow morning
with Felix.

That she could meet him.

It's not that long a trip.

Me, traveling alone with the little one...

Okay, I'm taking him today.

And you join us.

- You're not going to leave alone
with Felix.

Unless...

May Huguette accompany you.

Great idea.

Huguette?

- No, listen,
I'll manage.

Oh...

Thank you, Huguette.

Alright.

I will go alone with him,
you will join us tomorrow.

Huguette must stay with your mother.

I will have all the help I need
on site.

They have five maids.

- Five maids?
Is this a disguised reproach?

- Tomorrow, try to arrive
for lunch.

Heavenly?

Heavenly?

Ah, Celeste.

Go get Gaston.
We'll need him.

"Sonata in F sharp minor"
(Domenico Scarlatti)

You are not afraid

to be too busy?

Babil

- Do you take your jewelry?
- I'm afraid of parting with it.

Maybe Celeste

could carry my luggage
in the car?

Send it to me.

- No, Madam,
I'm going to do it with Gaston.

Celeste is with the guests.

Babil

- One, it's extravagant.
But seven...

A whole tribe.

It seems to be the start.

Huguette.

I'm really confused...

to abandon you.

Are you kidding?

I gave you some money.

There are cabs at the station.

Alright.

- Do you have the little one's papers?
- Yes, in the suitcase.

I took the bottles.

Be careful, Huguette.

- Drive slowly, Gaston,
please.

Take care of yourself.

All my kindness
to your aunt.

- All our thoughts
accompany you.

Babil

- Have a good trip.
Not too much torment.

See you tomorrow, Felix.

Family troubles arrive
even among notaries.

Laughter

Babil

He sighs.

I believed
that they would never leave.

Huguette.

You will warm me
the rest of the rabbit.

Yes, sir.

He sighs.

Huguette?

- Huguette?
- Yes, sir?

Did you move the elephant?

No, sir.

How so ? But...

Heavenly?

You explain to me
why did the elephant disappear?

How ? Has he disappeared?

How...

He was there just now.

During the concert.

- I dusted it this morning
with the rest.

No, but I dream...

If you have something
to confess to myself,

it's now.

I'm listening to you.

The truth, I will know it,
sooner or later!

Unless...

that...

Tell me,

the living room elephant,

in gold, set with rubies
and diamonds.

Which one do you see?

He disappeared.

Another one of your pranks?

To get Huguette chased away?

Do you allow me to search?

You have nothing to tell me,
both?

No, sir.

I swear to you before God.

And you, do you swear?

Yes, me too.

- You too ?
I can't hear you.

Is it enough to say: “Me too”?

Eh ?

Come with me.

Advance. Hurry up.

Come on, get in!

Raffut

You wouldn't be tough enough
for hiding it in your room?

It's not me.

Do you think I'll believe you?

I know why.

Because you listen at doors.

You know we decided
to chase you away, Madame and me!

To chase me away?

Yes, you know that very well.

Tell me where he is!

She is suffocating.

Sir !

Sir !

She sobs.

Sir...

I think it's over.

I beg your pardon, Celeste.

Wait, please.

I'm not a monster.

I was lost.

Lost, you understand?

Tell me you understand.

Come closer for a second,
please.

You have no more reason to be afraid,
this night.

Approach.

Despite what I told you,
I would like...

that you keep your place here.

That you stay.

I would like you to stay with me,
this night.

But I won't force you.

I would like you to hold me
in your arms.

That you sleep with me.

I would like it to be tender.

I can't be alone.

With your mom in the house?

- Do you forgive me?

Please tell me.

He sobs.

Where are you going?

- I'm going to turn off the lamps,
at the bottom.

I'll be right back.

Close your eyes.

Von der Wiege bis zum Grabe
(Franz Liszt)

Where did you sleep?

Right in front.

At the inn.

How is he doing?

He's fine.

He was the one who looked after me.

Did everything go well?

Did he not notice you were leaving?

- Right now,
I don't know.

For the elephant,
he saw it very quickly.

How did you do it?

Dark music

Wait.

Breathe.
Sobbing

Breathe.

I have to tell you.

His mother died last night.

It happened suddenly.

After the fake telegram...

I was afraid that...

What is it?

Are you thinking about him?

Train whistle

- You know we'll come back
never here again?

Did you understand it correctly?

Did you understand that too?

That's 4,600 km.

Between Le Havre and Canada.

I had never loved anyone.

- What did you say?

I said we'll get there.

Soft music