All language subtitles for Vive la vie (2005) (1)

LONG LIVE LIFE!

Check and mate, loser.

A FILM BY YVES FAJNBERG

Oh, shit.

Damn it.

Yes, Bonsais of Asia?

It's Richard Levitski calling.

I have a tree from your store.

It was the prettiest,
most expensive you had,

but now it's dying.

What should I do?

Of course I tried
spraying it with water.

I've fed it, pruned it,
and everything,

but nothing helps.

Send someone out,

or it's going to have to go
into intensive care.

Yes, that's right. Yes.

Perfect.

I'll see you then. OK.

Still acting like you live here, huh?

Hey, that's my bonsai, OK?
And it's doing great.

Poor old guy.

I'll bring you home with me.

Don't touch it.

You took the other one,
I'm keeping the dwarf.

You're the dwarf.

Can't anyone from your flock
clean the leaves?

They have better things to do.

I'm listening.

-Richard, I...
-Yes?

I want a divorce.

I wanted to say it to your face.

Are you joking?
I'm divorcing you, got it?

Me!

Oh yeah?

Fine.

I didn't expect that of you.

Oh no? Why not?

Because if you're the one filing
for divorce, it's up to you to pay.

-Are you waiting?
-Yeah.

Hey, have you heard
of waiting your turn?

Sir?

-Are you all right, sir?
-I've been better.

I think he should go first.

Come on.

Come on, lean on me.

Lean on me.

I'll be fine.

Take care of yourself.

Ah, Doctor.

What are you doing here again?

Hurry up, I think
he is feeling faint.

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

Don't worry, Colombe,
I'll take care of him.

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen,
I won't be long.

Wait, not yet.

You're a pain in my ass.

You could have waited your turn,
like everyone else.

The young woman you skipped in line

is seriously ill.
Very seriously, actually.

You can start pedaling now.

What do you mean?

What's wrong with her?

She's not even 25.

Are you cradle robbing now?

Stop it.

If I don't find that girl a heart,

she'll go straight from the cradle
to her grave.

Which is terrible.

A beautiful girl like her?

-Yeah.
-Shit, life isn't fair.

I don't envy you.

Come on, faster.

Wait, take it easy.
Anyway, I'm doing better.

Just seeing you makes me feel better.

So?

Have you heard of hypochondria?

Your problem is you overdo it.

So stay calm, relax, OK?

Decathlon has just come out

with a heart rate monitor
you can wear on your wrist.

Do you think I should
be monitoring myself?

I think the anti-pimp brigade
should be monitoring you.

I'm doing better, now.

Maud, for the test.

That's me.

Walk towards us.

OK, thank you.

Can you lift up your sweater, Maud?

What do you think of her?

-She's terrible.
-Don't exaggerate.

She's not bad.

She has a nice face.

Look at her nose.

It's shiny too.

Who sent us this muskrat?

IQ TEST

Oh, shit.

Are you from Clermont-Ferrand, sir?

Serge Lambron?

I...

This is tough, you know.

Look at her face.

She's as wrinkled
as my mother-in-law.

Mike!

We said we were looking for
a real woman, Mike, not an ingenue.

"Real woman" doesn't mean
faded beauty.

-You're a pain in the ass.
-Yeah, I know.

Thank you, Maud, that will do.

Have you tried looking
at your own faces, you assholes?

Goodbye. Thank you.

Are you sure this is right?

What a depressing score.

You know, IQs are only one indicator.

And it's cultural too.

Taken out of context,
it doesn't really mean much.

That's easy for you to say.

Finding out you're stupid at 40
is pretty rough.

You're not stupid, Mr....

Lambron.

...Lambron, you just
don't do very well

on intelligence tests,
which is different.

Sure.

Good thing I've got my health.

Mr. Lambron?

CASTING CALL

-How was it?
-Great.

I'm sorry. I'm stupid.

And when you're stupid,

unbelievable things happen.

Being ugly isn't better.

With my ugly face, I am constantly
bumping into things.

Believe me, being dumb is worse.

Much, much worse.

Excuse me, but I find you
quite... decent.

No, I'm a real woman,

not an ingenue,
and I have a big ugly nose.

Excuse me, but I find you
rather attractive,

like a model.

But I'm stupid, so I might be wrong.

I'm the stupid one.

And you should stop
saying you're stupid.

You have to be pretty smart
to admit to being dumb.

Until today, I was a happy idiot.

And I just found out I'm an old boot.

It came as a shock, believe me.

It suits me, actually.

If I were smart,

I wouldn't invite an old boot
to have a drink with me.

That's true. And if I were hot,

I wouldn't get a drink
with an idiot, right?

It's here.

-No, there.
-OK.

You seem to be doing pretty well
for yourself, for an idiot.

Is it yours?

People say stupidity rules the world,

I'm living proof.

They say sex rules the world too.

So we're compatible, then.

An idiot and an ass, how classy.

We're off to a good start.

Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

No, don't apologize.

That's what I sell,
after all, my ass.

Today, they weren't buying.

No, don't be dramatic.

You only sell the appearance of it,
not the ass itself.

What are you doing?

What ugly girls do, trying my luck.

-You're not ugly.
-Yes, I am, believe me.

Not a frigid top model.

Muskrats are great,

they have their own desires,
their own dreams...

That's easy for you to say,
with your measurements..

But I have proof.

Right here, there's no denying it.

This is the result.

I don't believe it.

You're living proof
those tests are worthless.

Are you sure you aren't
a scam artist?

A beautiful woman
can be very ugly inside,

but still win the beauty contest.

But I like smart guys.

Sorry, maybe you can find
an idiot you like the look of.

You're forgetting one thing, Maud.

A smart guy

might notice you are ugly
on the inside.

Who are you to judge me?

A guy who is completely lost
in life and thinks you're beautiful.

And love makes people
beautiful, intelligent, and noble.

Love makes you crazy.
Love makes you stupid.

And you're very stupid.

You're very ugly.

Just think, it's All Saint's Day
in two days.

You know how many accidents

there are on the weekend
of All Saints?

Are you considering organ donation?

Hello. Is this the cardio wing?

Give him nose hairs.

Hello, Colombe.

Can I see?

Not bad.

Do you like it, Doctor?

Are you stealing my job now?

What are you doing here, anyway?

Antoine is a friend of mine.

And good thing he's here.

At least I won't be alone
for my test.

-Don't exert yourself, sweetheart.
-I'm fine.

I told you not to make
any sudden movements.

Sit down.

I don't know how not to.

-Goodbye, Colombe.
-Bye, Antoine.

Yes?

I'm fine.

What's wrong, Richard?

Rachid?

-What?
-Kiss me.

-You promised.
-I already told you, no.

-But you promised.
-I said, "No, not me."

I... I can't.

I... I don't want to.

What?

What score did you get
on your high school exams?

Are you crazy? I don't remember.

Stop it, he can see us.

Stop.

Look. If you are that determined...

Come on, stop it!

I have to go, I'm with a patient.

What an idiot.

You're looking very handsome
today, Doctor.

Yes.

-Hello, Mr. Levitski.
-Hello.

LEVITSKI STRATEGY

Hello, Mr. Levitski.

-Hello, sir.
-Hello, Marie.

Hello.

-Hello, Mr. Levitski.
-Hello, Cécile.

Height: 1.76 meters.

Shoe size: 41.

Bust: 95 B.

What perfect numbers.

And I have an IQ of 103.

What a perfect match.

Hello, sir. Your general meeting,

they have been waiting for a while.

I scheduled the Koreans right after.

OK.

Joëlle, once we have taken over
management of Testimonia,

I want you to find the result
for a certain Serge Lambron

in the adult IQ division.

Yes, sir.

Say, Joëlle,

do you find me clever or average,

on an intellectual level?

Excuse me?

I mean, do you think I am generally
pretty clever, or not?

Yes, you're clever.

But do you think
I am intelligent, or not?

Of course I think you are

intelligent, sir.

-Very intelligent.
-Are you sure?

Are you being sincere?

Or is it just to keep your job?

No, sir, that's not it at all.

Forget about it, Joëlle. Drop it.

Thank you.

They tossed me out
like a piece of trash.

Do I look that old? I thought
you had pulled some strings for me.

That's too bad, Maud.
It was a good opportunity.

Really?

Inès, there were 15-year-olds there.

Were you trying to make me
feel bad about myself?

What? I've been trying
to help you for years.

I think you have been
bringing me down for years.

You've always brought me down.

I've always done
my best to help you, Maud.

You're the one resisting.
You're always so negative.

Yes, I'm mad. Yes, I'm serious.

And you, the great, famous,
untouchable Inès Van Dries.

Van Dries?

You're a Greuillet, just like me.

You're erasing me again.

I'm not on the cover
of the new edition of Steven's book.

Stop being paranoid,
the editor wanted it changed.

Is it my fault your Steven
only likes new faces?

I'm ugly, Inès. And my job
is to be beautiful.

I'm a failure.

It's the competition that's ugly.

Always wanting someone younger,
more beautiful, who will do anything,

that's all. You have to fight.

That must be Steven.

Yes.

Very good.

Forget about him.
You have to move on.

You could help.

He's always here.

Fire him.

You're mixing everything up.
I'm his agent.

You haven't moved on

from his money, have you?

Caroline, sorry I'm late.

Yeah, yeah, as usual.

I had a development meeting.

Intelligence, beauty, all that.

Let's go. I'm ready.

When are you free
for the casting call, sir?

I want to see her first, please.

Do you want a copy?

Yes. Uh, no.

Come on, Caroline.

And I want you to have
two dozen red Baccara roses

delivered to her home address.

-Twenty-five, an odd number.
-Yeah, perfect.

Can you tell me why you're refusing

to do the Île-de-France tournament?

Papa, I don't like
tournaments. I'm 16.

If you saw the winners...

Congratulations on your idea, sir.

It's conceptual and educational.

"Intelligence is beautiful,"
it's great.

We're going to win new markets,
Mr. Levitski.

Very good.

Chess tournaments...

-Bravo.
-Thanks.

Congratulations.

-What were you saying?
-Nothing.

I'm listening.

No, it's fine.

What are Baccaras?

They're roses, beautiful ones.

That's what I thought. It's cheesy.

Cheesy and not educational.

Should we get Chinese
like we usually do?

Yeah, sure.

Hello?

No, I don't have time, but go ahead.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Chinese?

Yeah, Maud, it's Karl,
your favorite booker.

Tomorrow at 3 p.m., Chez Chloé,
Avenue Montaigne,

for the runway show. Be on time.

Hello, it's the guy
who's kind of stupid

for the girl who isn't all that ugly.

I didn't believe in love
at first sight anymore.

Thanks for putting me
back on the right track.

See you soon, I'm sure.

The Ulmus parvifolia is very
sensitive to vibrations, sir.

You sound like my wife, but...

All I want is for you to fix it.

-Will you take it with you?
-Not today, sir.

I came here for a consult.

I'll send someone to pick it up on
the sixth, when the moon is waning.

When what?

But this is an emergency.

The spirit of the bonsai, sir,
is wabi and sabi.

Wabi is a sentiment
of great simplicity,

calmness, and dignity.

While sabi, sir,

is the passing of time
and the mark left by men

who have created and possessed
a living being.

Loving and caring
for those you love -

that's the art of bonsai, sir.

See you later.

I'm lost.

It's very fast here.

Yeah, it's true.

It's not an audition,
all we do is walk.

These boots hurt my feet.

Maybe next time.

Another one thrown out.

Miss.

Hello. Come in.

Maud.

What a coincidence.

I'm casting models for my company

and I thought of you.

I think you are a good fit
for what we're looking for.

Look, Joëlle. She would
be perfect for our concept, right?

What is the concept?

It's a face and a slogan on a poster.

"Intelligence is beautiful."

-That's it.
-And what does that mean?

A slogan should say everything
there is to say.

Look, Richard,
it's a nice slogan, but...

You're the embodiment of my concept.

Oh yeah?

Then what are all those other girls
doing here?

You're wasting their time
just to see me again?

That's nothing like your concept.

Not beautiful nor intelligent.

You're the best candidate, Maud,

objectively speaking.

What are you trying to do?

Help me, make me feel better,
or screw me?

Or maybe all three.

Pity isn't a good way
to get the girl.

Thanks, anyway.

CURRENT DESTINATION

You just took a one-way street
the wrong way.

I like going the wrong way.

Shit.

Restaké.

Ah, here it is.

Thank you. Goodbye.

OK.

I'm flattered.

It's nice of you to take an interest,
poetic, even.

But honestly,
you're wasting your time.

I'm trying to protect you.

Maud.

Anyway, you have my number.

You're struggling.
I'm sure I can help you.

And I really want to.
I can do anything, you know.

Promise me you'll call.

Promise?

I promise.

TOW TRUCK

Perfect, I could use a walk
to stretch my legs.

I'm just doing my job.

Any stupider and you'd die.

Miss Greuillet?

Goodbye.

Thank you.

He's good.

I've seen him before.

I was looking for you, you idiot.

I don't believe it.
I wasn't looking for you at all.

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Only the rich get richer.

Thank you
for your kindness.

He's in a spot of trouble.

-Come on.
-I barely know him.

Let's help him...

-I don't know him.
-Let's help him.

I'm going to have to start
using a bigger box.

What about my cut?

You're dreaming.

You used me to get that money,
didn't you?

Incredible. I was thinking about you,
I was looking for you,

and you appeared out of nowhere.

That's fate, isn't it?

Fate? What's going on
with you, Richard?

What do you mean?

At a bistro in the middle of the day,

fate... and you were looking for me?

The most unbelievable things
are happening

to me right now.

For example?

Well...

my Porsche was impounded,
and I don't care.

-Ah, well done.
-But that's not all.

It turns out that... I'm an idiot.

Oh yeah?
That's not exactly a surprise

I took an IQ test,
it can't be denied.

My score wasn't very high.

What kind of not very high?

Here you are.

-Thank you, Damien.
-No problem.

So?

-103.
-Ah, well done.

But that's impossible.

I have my results in black and white.

You know what
makes you stupid, Richard?

-Now, yes.
-That you believe it. You wouldn't

have even passed
your high school exams.

I didn't, and you know it,
you asshole.

Ah, shit. I forgot.

Come on, Levitski Stratégie,
with all its employees

and its 10 million dollars
in revenue.

I'll stop you right there.
112, please, and in euros.

What's your problem, huh?

Will you believe anything?
It's not like you.

There's my divorce too, you know.

Are you going to treat me, at least?

I don't have any change.

I can't believe you never came
to see my show in Bobigny.

It's not my fault, I'm dumb.

Not that dumb.

I live
a very glamorous life, you know.

Unemployment, hospitals, sick kids,
padded rooms, and morgues.

You should do an internship
in my world,

it would clear your mind.

My life isn't any better.

Anyway, what really matters in life?

Wabi? Sabi? Love? Money?

Come on, asshole,
you have plenty of money.

And Suzanne might still love you.

Are you sure you aren't in love?

How did you guess?

You're doomed.

Is it a model?

How did you guess?

I've known you since high school.

And I bet she's not going for it,
so you're freaking out, right?

Don't worry,
you'll wear her down eventually.

No one can resist you.

Just don't send her
your usual Baccara roses,

it's weird.

That's funny, my daughter
told me the same thing.

Shit, Caroline.

I wanted to surprise her.

Oh, shit.

Do you want a lift?

I didn't know there were any of these
still on the road.

Can it get me to a bookstore?

It's one of the last Rascal GLXs
from General Motors.

I have all my gear inside.

-What are we doing tonight?
-We're going to Loulou's.

Oh yeah, that's right.

Wait, that's my dad over there.

What are you doing here?

Picking up my daughter from school,
is that so weird?

You've never done it before.

Hey, Rachid. It's been a while.

Do you want to come celebrate
with me and Rachid?

No, I can't,

I'm going out for burgers
with my friends.

But I brought you a present.

-Look, the iPod.
-Oh, the iPod.

Yeah, but...

I don't want to open it
at the fast food place.

You can give it to me later.

You don't like it?

No, I do, but later, OK?

Bye.

Goodbye, sir.

See what kids these days are like?

Do you know how much an iPod costs?

An iPod.

I have to go. What are you doing?

I don't know.
I'm not going back to the office.

I know that... I have to go.

Can I come with you?

You really are struggling.

Yeah.

Ah, almost.

The ball was already in your hand,
I saw it.

No, it wasn't.

-Yes it was, I saw it.
-No, it wasn't.

I saw it.

Colombe is looking for you.
She's having trouble breathing.

Don't worry, it's normal.

We'll give her some oxygen, but...

her morale is very important

and she doesn't have anyone
apart from you, so if you could...

OK, OK.

-Goodbye, children. I'll be back.
-Goodbye, Rachid.

Who is this girl?

A wonderful girl I met here.

I'm trying to help her.

To help her, or to jump her?

Saint Bernards have sex too,
you know.

As classy as ever.

I know, I'm the dirty one
of the two of us.

You're right, for once.
She needs some love,

but not from a pig like you.

-I know her.
-Really?

She's really sick, huh?

She needs a heart.
Hers is seriously damaged.

Wait for me here, I'm going
to see if she's sleeping.

She's not sleeping.

Hi.

What's going on?

-Huh?
-I'm fine, don't worry.

It's nice of you to bring me
a visitor.

-Hello, sir.
-Don't call me "sir." I'm Richard.

We've met.

Are you doing better?

Were you doing badly?

It was nothing.

It didn't look like nothing.

You look well.

Yes, I'm doing much better.
What about you?

Apart from spending a week
in the hospital, I'm fine.

Here, this is for you.

Might he be the promise, Rachid?

I'll stop by later,

I have work to do.

Let's leave her alone, she's tired.

What's the promise?

Nothing, it's between her and me.

You worry about your top models.

It's a sex thing, right?

Shut up.

I knew it.

You never stop, do you?

You think everyone is like you?

You have to have all the girls?

You won't have that one.

She doesn't care
about power or money.

Colombe isn't for you.

"Colombe isn't for you."

No poaching? Fine, no problem.

But you could at least ask her
before you decide for her.

You're wrong, Rachid.

I saw it in her eyes.

Asshole.

The promise.

You have one new message.

Maud, it's Richard.

I'd like to invite you to dinner
at Chez Guy Savoy.

Hi, Maud. This is my third message,

so... please call me back.

You promised.

Yeah.

You're one of the best surgeons
in Paris,

so relax and enjoy the evening.

Hi, Vidal.

Come see, Richard.

Beautiful as ever, Lise.

It really opened up
the apartment, huh?

Yeah, it's always good
to be friends with a cardiologist.

You never know what could happen.

Don't worry, I'll pay you back
in a few months.

Richard, why were you going on

about your high school exams earlier?

Forget it, it's nothing.

One person

who might remember is Rachid.

Sure.

Especially since we've been
very close recently.

Oh yeah? You've seen him?

Interesting.

Yes, sometimes.

That's new.

Say, Lise,

what do you find most attractive
in a man?

Physically speaking?

Physically or morally.

What I find attractive in a man
is his charisma.

Can someone who's... stupid,
for example, have charisma?

Yes, if he's rich enough.

Why so many questions, Richard?

You can't have any doubts
about your charisma.

No, but... how do you know
if it's really charisma?

It doesn't matter what it is.
What matters is that you have it.

And you have it in spades.

If I could sell it,
I could become a wholesaler.

I just think it is all
kind of abstract.

What are you thinking, Richard?

Everyone can see us.

I understand why your wife left you.

She's right, you don't have
any love to give.

You use people, Richard.
You don't have any friends.

You sleep with their wives.
In front of them, if you can.

You can't complain.

-What an idiot.
-You're right.

Are you OK, Richard?

Where are you going?

Loser.

Let's see if I have
any friends or not.

Rachid, can you meet me? I need you.

Nice of the Saint Bernard

to come rescue
a man shipwrecked by love.

I hope you weren't planning
on driving in this state?

What? What state?

-Are you OK?
-Yeah.

It was something, watching you
with those kids at the hospital.

Really.

It must be nice to be good.

Don't tell me you envy me.

Why not?

Because you're a therapist too,
in your own way.

Me?

I'm an exploiter, a capitalist,

a manager, a rich bastard.

Yeah, the rich bastard.

You pay 200 people a salary
every month.

And believe me, a salary

is a great form of therapy.

You're good, Rachid.

You're really good, because...

I'm not easy to find excuses for.

Unless you're being paid by me too.

You have reached the voicemail
of Doctor Grangier,

out of the office for the weekend.

Please excuse him
and leave a message.

I'm in love.

That's what's on the horizon for me.

And I'm playing it by ear.

Take a right.

There's always a beautiful woman
on your horizon.

You're a specialist.
And I envy you, really.

I want to meet the woman
I'll be with for the rest of my life.

I'm telling you, Rachid, I'm tired.

And if she doesn't want me,

that's a good sign.

No, you just like the challenge.

What makes her different
from the others?

I don't know.

She's completely lost.

That's not a plus.
And lots of girls are lost.

That's where you come in,
my Saint Bernard,

my therapist. Seriously.

Here, take this.

Go on, it's time.

Call me when it's done.

What are you doing?

I won't take your money.

Come on, I want you to.

Take it.

Here.

This is the client.

You have her address and everything.

Ball's in your court.

I'm counting on you.

My name is Rachid Benedi,

an expert in laughter, humor,
and whimsy, at your service.

This performance was paid for
by a certain Richard Levitski:

"With all my love," he said.

-Look, Rachid.
-Yes.

I have something
very important to do,

so take your sword
and your vocation and beat it,

you won't succeed.

I will rise to the challenge,
it's my job.

I'm hopeless, humorless,

and I hate Woody Allen, got it?

So you're limited, so what?

That didn't touch me at all.

On the contrary.

When I was little, I always got

plenty of encouragement in school.

I am very smart,

and believe me, that's much harder.

I see myself as I am,
and I'm not much to look at.

Stop it, you're going to make me sad.

See? I can even defeat a laughter
expert in the blink of an eye.

You're right, you're no fun.

So let's get right to the point.

-Were you dumped?
-That's none of your business.

Get out of here. Go on, leave.

I insist.

In order to make you laugh, I need
to know a little bit about you.

So be nice and let me do my job, OK?

Hey,

just because you don't like yourself

doesn't mean no one does.

I think you're worthy of being loved.

In fact,

you remind me of my mother.

Poor kid.

No, not at all, I was very happy.

Even though no one

encouraged me,
when I was little.

-Don't drink that.
-Why not?

If you want to stay alive.

Why? You don't?

I wish I could be in your place.

What place is that?

Someone who sees beauty
in the mirror.

You have no right to destroy
a masterpiece, Maud.

A masterpiece in peril.

Do you protect old buildings too?

Not bad.

See? You can be funny
when you want to be.

You didn't call me. How did it go?

Yeah.

What did you think?
She's beautiful, right?

Yeah, she is. I mean,
she's not bad at all.

You sound weird.
Did everything go well?

Uh... let's just say that...

the outcome was quite... positive.

OK, fine.

I'll call you back later.
See you at the office, OK?

Bye.

Are you leaving?

This was a mistake.

Sleeping with a client
goes against my code of ethics.

Clients, ethics,

you take yourself very seriously.

Tea or coffee?

Let's just say that...
it was a blunder.

Sure, a blunder.

I'm a very happy blunder
this morning.

You saved my life.

I saved your life?

You or him, I don't know.
Maybe both of you.

I know a lot of things
about you, Maud.

The most important

is that you could cause me
a lot of pain,

when I'm not working.

I'm usually the one I hurt.

Exactly.

That's what would hurt me the most.

Rachid.

Your office is incredible, Richard.
I knew you had done well,

but I didn't realize...

You've never been here?

I haven't had the honor.

So, how did it go?

Look...

it was pretty positive.

She's an interesting girl.

Why do you say that?
I thought she was depressed.

Oh, yes, it wasn't easy.

I had to pull out all the stops
to get her to smile.

All the stops?

Yes, I mean...

she made me work for it.

I think I arrived
at a difficult moment.

She doesn't want to live, anymore.

Oh, shit.

But we already saved her life,
that's something.

Next we have to... or you have to

make her want to live again.

No, the gratitude approach
is a double-edged sword.

She already thought
I was taking pity on her.

It's a matter of pride.

She's caught up in her pride.

She's neurotic, a pain in the ass,

she's not for you.

She's been navel-gazing
since she was born.

She has everything,
but it's still not enough.

What can you give her
she doesn't have already?

She is like me.

I have everything too,
and it's not enough for me either.

She's nothing like you.

But money seeks money.

So find out who
her psychoanalyst is.

She thinks
that's what intelligence is,

maybe she's right.

You have to actually be struggling

to see a psychoanalyst.
It's not speed dating.

Don't worry, I'm struggling. A lot.

Then apart from the name,
you don't need me anymore.

Yes, I do.

Here. Thank you for putting me
back on track, Rachid.

Really, thank you.

I'll help you too.

Stop playing around.
Where are you taking me?

Who's playing around?

Who are you, anyway?

A part-time clown?
Unemployed half the time?

All of that's over, now.

I'm going to make paychecks
rain down on you.

Paychecks, that's it.

Stop, Richard, damn it.

Are you still drunk, or what?

Joëlle, can I see you
in my office, please?

No. I'm clean.

I have a nose for it.
A certain intuition.

I know who can be trusted.

I can tell the difference

between an honest guy and a liar.

Here, sit down.

It's my job.

Joëlle, this is our new
Head of HR, Mr. Benedi.

He's starting tomorrow.
Please show him to his office.

Mr. Muselier isn't gone yet.

He still has three days left.

Get rid of him, and fast.

Of course, sir.

Richard, calm down.

HR? Can you imagine me
as the Head of HR?

You're crazy.
What does that even mean?

You'll hire people,
pick new candidates,

decide on salaries,
and manage the paychecks,

raises, bonuses, and all that shit.

It's your thing.

The guy who fires people.

How can you hire without firing?

This is ridiculous.

4,000 euros a month is ridiculous?

Plus bonuses and meal vouchers.

Even if I wanted to,

I have my gigs, my career, my life.

I'll give you one day off a week,
if you want.

Stop messing around. You're crazy.

Do you know why I'm here, Rachid?

Because I'm crazy.

Because I've taken
every opportunity offered to me.

Can you say the same?

I can't.

I've fucked up,
in terms of standing.

Who am I? A charlatan.

No, you're not.

I mean,

you are, a bit.

Is that why you're sad?

Meal vouchers aren't your thing.

No, my thing is lying to
and betraying people.

Maud isn't his wife.
She is a fantasy for him.

Fantasies are even more precious.

That's what being in love is for him.

Why don't you tell him then?

The truth can be good sometimes.

The truth is that I'm in love too.

At least, I think I am.

You know, that Maud girl,

I was touched by her.

She was touched by you too.

You're not out of the game yet.

You and Richard are tied.

Actually, you're ahead of him.

Because I cheated.

It would take a lot more to beat him.

I have to go see
some new lung patients.

When are you getting out?

Next week. My mother
will be here to pick me up.

If things go well.

Sometimes I get tired
of playing the clown.

I almost did something stupid.

I was playing with a weapon,
and I thought,

"What if I shot myself?"

Too bad it was a paintball gun.

Yes.

Barbiturates aren't as strong,

that's proof.

"Constant denial that
governs compulsion,

"which lays siege to the other,

"in whom he seeks
any sign of something missing,

"any sort of denial,
to fill in that gap."

It's...

Yes, Joëlle.

Yes, I know. But I can't
right now, because...

I'm working on something
important, and...

Speaking of which,
has Miss Greuillet...?

She agreed?

Perfect.

Let's do the photo shoot
as soon as possible.

Very good, Joëlle. I'll see you
at the office tonight.

Very good.

Yes.

-Did something happen?
-Yes.

A guy showed up.

He was sent by another guy.

The other guy wanted to get
in my pants. Or to save me.

Did you feel something?

Strangely, yes.

There were three of us in the bed,

an absent one, a ghost,
and a contractor.

I said "thank you" afterwards.

I felt better.

Maud?

I don't believe it.

What are you doing here?
You seem well.

I was... visiting a friend. And you?

I'm going to see my psychologist,
on the second floor. I mean third.

-Excuse me, sir.
-Excuse me, sorry.

I'm in therapy.

I started around nine months ago,
and we're making progress.

-How are you doing?
-Grangier? Good.

That's good, it's... unbelievable.

Maud,

I'm glad you agreed to be
the face of my campaign.

You won't regret it, you'll see.

Thank you for the generous contract.

I have to go now.

Do you have time for a cup of coffee?

I'm just stopping by to pay my bill.

I can't right now,

I have a casting call.
But I'll see you tomorrow.

I have papers to sign.
Joëlle contacted me.

-OK.
-See you tomorrow.

Mr. Levitski will see you
in a moment, Miss Greuillet.

Thank you.

Hello, Rachid?

Yes, it's Maud.

I was calling because wanted to know

if we could meet.

Yeah, good idea.

I'm a bit busy at the moment, but...

as soon as possible.

Oh, excuse me.

Rachid?

What are you doing here?
You work here?

Yes. I mean, no, it's...

Richard offered me a position as Head
of HR, and we're doing a rehearsal.

It's a nice job, of course.

You work for him?
I thought you were an actor.

Is that how you work?

He gives you a target,
and you share the loot?

Stop, Maud. Yes, I'm an actor,

I work on the street
and at the hospital,

I was just doing him a favor,
that's all.

Was I the favor?

Did you tell him about us?

No, not yet. He's in love, and...

I might be too, so... it's tricky.

-You want to keep your job, right?
-Why not?

I thought you were a good guy.

I get tired of being
the good guy, sometimes.

I'd like to have to choose
between luxury hotels too.

And charm women

who are used to that kind of problem.

-Are you talking about me?
-Yes.

What do you know about me?

I don't have a 300 m² houseboat

to lament being
too beautiful or too smart.

You don't understand.

What I like about you isn't Richard.

I'm not so sure about that.

Poverty isn't romantic, Maud,
it's painful and humiliating.

And you think lying
will get you out of it?

You could tell him we slept together,
and that it was good,

and that it meant something to you.

-Maybe then I'd believe you.
-You have no right to judge me.

You had no right to mess me around.

Follow me, please, Maud.

Of course.

The contracts are ready, sir.
I've checked them over.

Thank you, Joëlle.

Hello, Richard. You're pale,
is everything all right?

-Yes, and you?
-Yes, I'm well.

I wanted to thank you
for choosing me, it's...

it's wonderful.

Was it the contract
that changed your mind?

Or Rachid?

Either way, you should be happy.

It was a very original idea.

Rachid, I mean.

I'm delighted he touched you.

-You touched me too.
-No, I haven't touched you yet.

Sit down.

What matters is that we can
create something together.

So, Maud,

no regrets?

This one is for you.

Thank you.

Right.

-See you soon.
-See you, Richard.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Hello, sir.

Rachid, we have to...

MY FIRST AND LAST FIRING.
I'LL EXPLAIN LATER!

Yes, Mom.

No, I won't let her mess me around.

I have a very good team of lawyers.

It's just a divorce, after all.

You know me, Mom.

I don't always win, but I usually do.

I can't talk right now,
I don't have my car kit.

I'll call you back.

One of the unexpected consequences

of the decrease in accidents

is that it leads to
a decrease in supply.

Yes, it's terrible.

But fewer accidents means
fewer donors,

and fewer organs.

It's important to remember
that an organ

like a heart, for example, is unique:

someone has to die
for someone else to live.

And it has to be
a very specific kind of death,

brain death.

HOSPITAL COMPLEX

What is it?

-What is he doing?
-I don't know.

Maybe it's a kite.

He's funny, huh?

Yeah. Really touching.

The children adore him.

I adore him too.

He loves you.

What are you talking about?

He told me, Maud.

Do you believe everything
men tell you

when they want to jump you?

You know my name too? Who are you?

Hey, Maud. What are you doing here?

You have no business here.

I wanted to see you.
You haven't called.

I took your advice.
I quit my job in HR.

Now it's the ICU.
What do you think of that?

Stop, I didn't want to hurt you.

-It's just that...
-You didn't hurt me.

It's just that we don't
come from the same world.

You're too... too pretty,
too rich, too everything.

I'm too much.

No, it's me who's not enough.

Have you told Richard?

I assume so.
He's not answering my calls.

We haven't talked.
I don't know how he's doing,

the executioner of hearts.

He was generous.

He offered me a great contract
and didn't say anything.

Then everything
is going well for you.

Yes, you could say that.

Hey, Rachid, it's not over yet.

What are you doing?
Go after her, you idiot.

Didn't you hear?
She loves someone else.

He'll get her, and six months
from now, it will be over.

That's what Richard does.

If I understand correctly,

Mr. Levitski has agreed
to all of his wife's requests.

You have three months
to change your mind, of course.

I've thought about it enough.

It's fine.

Here you are, Suzanne,
a... divorce gift.

Not really,
because it was always yours.

It was ours.

It's doing better, see?

I'm so worried I won't
know how to take care of it that...

Wabi and sabi are...

beyond me.

I don't want it to die.

It was too expensive.

And you'll do better than me.

As usual.

You're crazy, Colombe.
Imagine if JP saw you.

It's the only way I can have any fun.

You're obsessed.

It's a heart you need, not a vagina.

What do you know?

You're not inside me.

At least not yet.

Is sex all you think about?

Rachid, I'm in the hospital,
not the convent.

I want to have sex.
Can you understand that?

I want to have sex.

I want to have sex!

I want to have sex!

I want to have sex!

You're scaring me, damn it.

Excuse me.

Do you know where I can
find the... the clown?

The performance is over.
It's only during the day.

Excuse me, I was looking for Rachid.

And since you're inseparable...

Good evening.

Good evening.

Come in.

We may be inseparable sometimes,
but... he's not here right now.

Do you know where he is?

Come in. Are you afraid of me?

No, on the contrary.

Sit down.

Calm down. Are you always
ready for battle?

No, not at all.

He told me everything, you know.

It's not a big deal.

He feels guilty. He wanted
to tell you, but he didn't have time.

Asshole.

He let me make a fool of myself,

to wallow in my mistakes
and my blindness.

Don't you think there are
more important things in life?

Than your pride

and your navel-gazing?

I'm an idiot. I'm a fool.

I'm constantly screwing up
these days, it's embarrassing.

You're not a fool.

You're human.

That means you're both wonderful
and horrible at the same time.

Please, sit down.

Come on.

You're not too bad
yourself, you know.

Rachid is a good man.

And he kept his promise.

When I saw you at the cardiologist's,

I knew it was you.

You looked so fragile.

That's because I'm the right age
for a heart attack.

But apparently I have
the heart of a cow.

The IQ of a baboon,
and the heart of a cow...

I don't know what you see in me.

Me neither. But I have
a good instinct.

I don't have much time
to make mistakes, you know.

And apparently, you excel
in a field that interests me.

-Which is...?
-Sex, Richard.

Or fucking, if you prefer.

I... well done.

Way to get to the point.

Right.

You're leaving?

Yes, I think I had better leave.

Are you sure it's OK?

Are you sure it is OK for your...

I haven't felt this good in ages.

I don't think we should.
We shouldn't do this.

And we don't have any condoms.

What are you protecting
yourself from?

No, we're too far apart in age,

and you're too...

Too what?

Are you afraid of the future?

I'm not.

Colombe, Colombe...

No, not too fast. Not too fast.

Not too fast. Not too fast.

Not too fast.

Yeah, Max?

Yeah, it's Rachid. Listen...
I have a little problem

for the rehearsal tonight.

No, I'm just running a bit late.

No, it's nothing serious, I'm...

I'm at the hospital.
I'll explain later.

OK. I'm sorry.

Yeah. See you later.

Was it good for you? Are you OK?

The first time can't be perfect.

And I don't like pretending.

Oh, that's strange.

I can't pull out of you.

It's OK,

you can stay a little longer.

This is nice.

I don't know what's going on,
but I can't pull out of you.

I'm stuck.

-Stuck?
-Yeah.

Stuck?

I thought this only happened to dogs.

Don't insult yourself. Does it hurt?

If I don't move, it's OK.

Then let's stay calm,
maybe it will pass.

What do you mean maybe?
No, no, no...

-Richard?
-Yes.

You have a rather...

substantial organ, and...

I might be a bit tight.

I'm glad you're taking it well.
I'm terrified.

-I'm sure it will pass.
-No, no, no!

What if I'm necrotizing
inside of you right now.

In an hour, they'll have
to cut it off.

I'm not joking.

Stop making me laugh,
it will make me even more tense.

It's not funny.

I'm sorry.

With dogs, it's easy. You just
throw a bucket of water on them.

-Yes.
-Right.

This is...

not the time.

-Are you OK?
-Yes.

But...

I don't want to endanger you,
you are so...

You're the fragile one.

I think it's going to take surgery.

We're already at the hospital...

so at least there is
a silver lining, right?

Yes, we can call Dr. Bergeron.

Oh, no. Not him.

-He'll know how to help us.
-No, not him, not JP.

Can you imagine

the medical team laughing at us?

-I would be too embarrassed.
-Don't be embarrassed.

You should be proud.

It's my fault. I haven't
had sex in two years.

Let's try to relax,
and just be together.

We can't be much more
together than this, can we?

I'm happy to have you inside me.

Maybe I'm the one holding you in.

There might be a way.

Keep talking.

It's easy for me.

The desire I feel for you, sir,

is so strong.

Colombe...

Yes?

I think I could pull out.

I am free to pull out,

or to stay.

Stay.

Stay.

Stay.

ASSHOLE

Where is Mr. Levitski?

I don't understand,
he was in such a hurry.

He told me he wasn't available.

He is... overwhelmed at the moment.

It's strange, he's not
answering my calls.

Mine either, if it makes you
feel any better.

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Great.

Look at these Polaroids,
they're perfect.

If Bill Gates' son needs a new heart,

does he wait in line
like everyone else?

You're joking.
Not me, Jean-Pierre, not me.

Yes, even you, buddy.

How much does it cost to skip
to the top of the list, huh?

What is it about her
that interests you so much?

You're not in love, are you?

Who said anything about love?
I'm talking about life or death.

I don't know why,
but I have to save her.

It's in the Bible.

"Whoever saves a life
saves the world."

Oh, you're quoting the Bible now?

When we get older,
we return to our roots.

It's the natural cycle.
Everyone does it.

I have work to do, we'll talk later.

Bye.

PSYCHIATRIST
PSYCHOANALYST

It's stupid, but...
I don't really know

what I'm doing here.
It's not my thing.

I've always thought neurotic people

were just incapable
of managing their lives.

I know how to live.

-But maybe I'm no longer sure why.
-Or for whom?

Do you mean "love"?

Are you a very strong person?

In all modesty, yes, I think I am.

And yet here you are.

What is your symptom?

Being too strong.

You know... choosing, deciding,
all of that

is easy for me.

Or at least it used to be.

Yes?

For example, I have to choose
between a girl

who doesn't want to live

and a girl who doesn't want to die.

It's like she's run a marathon.
Her heart is exhausted.

Tell him, Colombe, it's important.

Tell him what?

I want to see Richard..

As soon as I find him,
I'll bring him to you.

Rachid, you can't mean
that Richard and Colombe...

-Really?
-It's what she wanted.

This is madness.
And you're defending him?

Do you realize the risk?
He could have killed her.

All it would change is that
I'd go two floors up, right, Doctor?

I'm not defending him,
but I know her.

Fine, it might be partly my fault,
but I couldn't stop them.

She really needs him.

Colombe is mine.

I mean she's my patient.

I don't want him coming
near her again,

he's done enough damage already.

No. On the contrary,
he's done me a world of good.

What were you thinking?

What was I thinking?

You're not jealous, are you?

-Anyway, he's not answering.
-Good.

He's the only one who can help her.

I don't know. The state she's in...

I don't know anymore.

I'll find Richard.

Do you think someone
my age can change?

Find meaning?

That's the whole purpose
of psychoanalysis, sir.

Sure.

That and the money you make.

How much do you charge?

100 euros per half hour.

Wow.

When do we start?

You haven't described
any symptoms serious enough

for me to make room
in my schedule for you.

500 to find room for me.

-Is that your final offer?
-No.

-I have savings.
-How much?

-A thousand.
-Five thousand.

It looks like you might
have a symptom after all,

Mr. Levitski.

Our session is over.

I will see you at the same time
next Monday.

It will be 100 euros.

Cash.

All I know is that

you are denying yourself
happiness, once again.

Maud, this is the chance
of a lifetime for you, damn it.

-Is he available?
-He's going through a divorce.

He's rich, he loves you,

he saved your life, and he's free.
What's stopping you?

Aren't you listening?
I slept with his best friend.

-I ruined everything, as usual.
-His best friend.

Yeah, Rachid.

Rachid?

Ma'am?

No, not you. I'm sorry.

What does this Rachid guy do?

He's an actor.

An actor?

You're completely crazy, poor girl.

Between an actor
and Charles Levitski...

-Richard Levitski.
-Yeah.

I know who you would pick.

But I'm different,
I'm not a whore, got it?

You're calling me a whore?

No, Inès, I didn't mean you.
Although...

There's nothing wrong with loving
rich men, Maud.

Rich men are humans too.

Rich men need love.

You don't have to be a whore
to understand that,

you just have to not be stupid.

It's him. What do I do?

Hello? Mr. Levitski?

Maud?

She's in the shower.

She'll be out in a minute, hang on.

Who do you prefer?

-I don't know anymore.
-Pick the richer one.

She just got out. Here she is.

Yes, goodbye.

And be positive for once, damn it.

He has a very nice voice.

Yes, Richard.

Yes.

Yes.

It's funny, you seem... different.

Maybe you're the one
looking at me differently.

And things are happening.

Good things, I hope?

Yes, very good things, I hope.

If you are talking about me,
I'm not sure it's a good thing.

Have you read The Hatred of Desire,
by Daniel Sibony?

No, but he's a pretty well-known
psychoanalyst, I think.

Yeah. In his book, he explains
that the transmission of femininity

isn't always as easy

as you might expect.

In fact,

femininity is always defined
as the privilege of another,

the rival, the only one who knows
the secret of our origins.

Do you see?

Bravo, Richard.

You surprise me. You said
you were of limited intelligence.

Such a deep understanding of women.

Speaking of rival, I feel like

I have a rival for your heart, one
who knows the secret of our origins.

If you do have a rival,

it may not be for long.

Your divorce?

This Chambolle-Musigny is good.

My sister says whores don't
believe in psychoanalysis.

What do you think?

That your sister is...

someone who believes
in psychoanalysis.

Really?

Whores are happy,
they don't need therapy.

-Why would they be happy?
-Because men love them.

That's a far cry from Daniel Sibony,
isn't it?

I only read the flyleaf,

but I memorized it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you like to see
the dessert menu?

Dessert or... whore?

Uh... no dessert, thanks.

Leave it.

Oh, no. No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Maud.

I don't know if it's
the damn phone...

or the therapist.

Apparently it's a common side effect.

It's fine. It doesn't matter.

It's my fault.

Don't worry.

Deep down, I'm not the one you want.

It's crazy.

This has never happened to me before.

Maybe it's a good sign.

Are you OK, Richard?

Huh?

Are you OK?

Yes. I'm sorry, I...
I'll call you soon.

Richard Levitski.
Leave a message after the beep.

Mr. Levitski, it's Joëlle.

This is the third message
I have left for you.

Call me back,
at the office or on my cell phone.

The Koreans are
putting pressure on me,

and I don't know what to say.
Please, call me back.

INTELLIGENCE IS BEAUTIFUL

Rachid, what a surprise.

I don't want to bother you, Maud.

Just tell me where Richard is.

I know he's with you,
and I don't care.

The world doesn't revolve
around Richard, you know.

He's not here.

Maybe he's found another target,
you should know.

I'm not joking...
I need to talk to him.

I said he's not here.
And I don't give a shit.

Maud, you don't understand.

-Colombe...
-Colombe?

The sick girl from the hospital.

She wants to see Richard.

He's the only one who can help her.

Who is this Colombe girl
to you two? Hello?

Shit. Shit.

-It's nothing, I...
-Hello, sir.

I hung up. Anyway,

it's not a real phone. It's a fake.

Like your seat belt?

Is that fake too?

Can I see your registration, sir?

At least...

as you'll see, I'm a real Arab.

Can I come in?

Yes.

Are you looking for Rachid?

He's performing tonight.
You know, his...

his show in Bobigny.

No, you're the one I'm looking for.

Are you mad at me?

Why?

Because of Richard.

I think I am in the lead, now.

By far.

Sit down.

Colombe is a pretty name.

Yes.

It's stupid to die young,
when you're named Colombe.

It's that serious?

Don't worry, I'm not going to die.

First, because I don't want to.

And Richard won't forget about me.
I believe that very strongly.

You're so brave.

Can you teach me?

Any time.

For your first lesson, there are
taxis in the parking lot downstairs.

Thank you.

What are you doing here, Maud?

You're brave.

Not many top models
would come to Bobigny.

-How did you find me?
-Colombe told me.

You went to see her at the hospital?

Did you see how bad it is?

Yes, I did.

Well done, Richard.

I bet you still haven't
heard from him, either.

What an asshole. Just makes
a mess and then disappears.

You're wrong about Richard.
Even Colombe would agree.

Have you seen yourself?

You're running away too.

What are you afraid of?

What are you hiding
under your makeup?

Not much.

A loser named Rachid Benedi.

Yeah, I know. A real Arab
with a fake seat belt,

a fake cell phone,
and three points off his license.

What do you want with a guy like me?

Well...

I wanted to tell him that...

I hadn't had

such a nice time with anyone
in a long time.

So if he wants,
he can stop running away,

and call me on his real phone,

with my real number.

Richard, where have you been?

Everyone is looking for you.

What?

What are you talking about?

OK, I'm coming.

-What's going on?
-It's Richard.

I don't know,

he was in Moscow
and he's going to the hospital.

-I have to go.
-No...

Gauze.

Wire.

You can't be here, sir!

Sir, please!

Come on.

You can't be here!

I have one!

What are you thinking?

Are you an idiot?

I have a heart in this cooler.

In my office, now.

I tried to stop him,
but you know what he's like.

Have you lost your mind, Richard?

Wait, wait.

What is that?

It's from Russia.

I got it this morning.
Time is running out.

I don't believe it.

In Russia, money

can buy you anything,
not just hearts, believe me.

So you're here to shove
your organ in my face?

You got it on the black market.

You endangered a girl
at death's door.

I'm trying to save her!

What are you doing?
This is none of your business!

If you had left her alone,

she could have lived longer.

Long enough to be operated on

in a normal way,
with a regulation heart,

by people with the proper training!

Not everything can
be bought, Richard.

You can't have everything without
giving anything. Everyone dies!

I don't care about
normal conditions..

I don't want to wait

in a gas chamber
with proper training.

I do whatever I can
for the people I love.

And what's that there? It's a heart!

It's veal.

What?

I'm telling you it's veal.

While JP was studying medicine,

I was working with my cousin,
a butcher in Saint-Ouen,

so I know what I'm talking about.

-This is veal.
-It certainly isn't human, anyway.

Now stop playing around
with my patients' lives.

Is that clear?

I'm going to kill
that stupid Chechen.

And then I'll shoot myself.

You're not going to kill anyone,
OK, Richard?

You're going to go to your office

and keep making stupid shit

for dumb teenagers.

You've done enough damage.

First you can go see Colombe.
She's waiting for you.

Do you know
what blood type I am, guys?

O+, universal donor.
Not bad for a selfish ass.

You don't know me.

I want to save her.

Can you give her my heart?

My heart isn't veal!
My heart isn't veal!

Stop, that's enough.
We aren't laughing anymore.

I want her to live.

-And to love me forever.
-That's enough.

She wants you alive, idiot,
not as her organ donor.

That's enough, Richard. Grow up.

Face reality.

Why? What is reality?

Huh?

The community theater in Bobigny ?

Your OR?

My stupid educational video games?

Colombe doesn't get
to grow up, is that right?

What do you know about reality,
you idiots?

I make my own reality!

I don't wait for it to screw me over.

And I'll prove it to you.

-Richard!
-Stop, Richard!

No, stop.

Nothing like a hospital stay
to clear your head.

I was consumed by doubt.

That means you're not stupid anymore.

Be happy. And welcome
to the human race.

I'm an idiot with doubts.

The worst kind.

It's my mother.

Your mother?
She must be worried sick.

Do you know that joke?

A Jewish mother who gives
her son two ties.

The next day, he wears one of them
to make her happy.

-You know what she says?
-Yes.

I knew you wouldn't
like the other one, my son.

My life...

that's what it's like.

How is she doing?

Not great.

Go ahead.

Gaëlle, please.

I knew you would...

Sir?

Someone from Testimonia
is here to see you.

It's about a test you took there.

Should I show her in?
She's very insistent.

Giselle Fitoussi.

It's weighing on my conscience,
Mr. Lambron.

I faked the results on your IQ test.

I put 103 instead of 130.

Your IQ is above average.

Fitoussi?

I had a plumber named Fitoussi.

I wanted revenge.

To punish you.

You didn't even recognize me.

It's shocking, you know,
even 20 years later.

I haven't forgotten what happened
between us, or your silence.

Fitoussi? That was my plumber's name.

Richard, you might have an IQ of 130,
but you're still an idiot.

Giselle...

Oh, shit.

Of course, Giselle.

I won, Dad.

I hope you're proud.

I beat them so badly.

I destroyed them.
Hey, are you listening?

I'm the champion of Île-de-France.

If you want...
I'll do the finals, OK?

Is that what you want?

-Answer, Dad.
-No, I don't care.

I'm so tired of my work these days,
you can't even imagine.

Always more.

More money,

more trouble.

I didn't tell you, but the Koreans
want to buy my company.

Right.

Hello?

Dad, it's Jean-Pierre,

they just found a heart
at the hospital.

It's Colombe.

Hello?

I'm on my way. I'm on my way.

OPERATING ROOM

THREE MONTHS LATER...

Stop!

Stop it, Maud.

You have to make an effort.

Focus, please.

You've been spoiled.

Repeat for me the three
most basic lessons.

Then we'll start working
on your body language.

There are three kinds of whores.

Beautiful whores, tall whores,

-and...
-Yes? And?

Small whores. Beautiful whores
and short whores are to be avoided.

The best choice is tall whores.

That will do.

Now tell me the difference
between a whore and a slut.

It's very important. I'm listening.

So,

sluts fuck for pleasure,

whereas whores are demanding...

No, Maud, whores fuck for a reason.

It's very simple.

Spinoza himself said,

"Happiness is about finding
what can serve you."

Quite the reference.

How am I supposed to know
what can serve me?

I feel completely useless.

Stop. Whores never cry, Maud.

Except?

Maud? Except when...?

When it's useful.

Right.

See what happens when you try?
It's starting to sink in,

you whore.

Thank you.

Ah, I'm happy.

It's great.

Hi.

-Bravo.
-Oh, Richard. Where were you?

We were waiting for you.

It was wonderful.

-Well done, you two.
-Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

You look well.

Hi, Jean-Pierre. How are you?

Is your arm doing better?

Yeah, I'm doing fine.

You know who else loved
the show? Colombe.

Do you want me to call her?
While we're all here.

I heard from her recently,

just ask Jean-Pierre.

Ever since she recovered,

he has been on my case about her.

You're a bit slow, sometimes.

I made a reservation for all of us

tonight at Le Cambodgia
on Rue Berthelot, if you want.

-Great.
-Is that OK?

Le Cambodgia?
I love Cambodian food.

But first, let my partner and I

-get changed.
-Ah, sorry.

Shoot, I forgot the camera on stage.

You always forget it. I'll go get it.

Richard?

Can you go get the camera?
First door on the right.

-The little...
-While I take off my girdle.

Of course, sweetheart. No problem.

-On the right?
-Yeah.

-Goodbye. Thank you.
-Goodbye.

Colombe?

Ah, I see. It was a trap.

That's nice. It's nice to see you.

You look beautiful.

Look, Colombe, it's very simple.

I might be an idiot,

but one thing I understand now

is that I destroy everything I touch.
It's true.

So I just wanted to avoid
screwing up for once.

Look, it's been two months, and
I have managed to resist calling you.

Three months.

No.

Three months,

four days,

two hours.

You're pretty cowardly
for a brave guy.

-Look, Colombe...
-No, it's fine.

I understand too.

You're going to go back
to the way you always were.

Dating models, six months here,
a one-night stand there.

It's stupid,
because while I was at it,

I could have asked them
to give me bigger boobs,

plumper lips, and longer legs.

Colombe, you know...

I don't want to...

-I'm too afraid of hurting you.
-No.

The truth is that you're afraid
I might hurt you.

You're right.

So what am I supposed to do?

I have bad news.

I think they gave me
the heart of a whore

instead of the heart of a calf.

That sounds promising.

You know, Colombe,
I've been thinking about life...

Shut up, Richard.

Melanie Kathan
Subtitling: TransPerfect Media