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Oh my...

Oh my, is that you?

I can't believe it! It's been ages!

How are you? How long has it been? Four, five years?

I'm so happy to see you!

A lot has happened in five years, hasn't it?

Oh my.

You caught me with a bouquet of flowers because I got a part in a play,

so I bought myself a gift. I do that a lot...

I do theater now. Movies too.

I'm an actor now. You didn't know?

You don't follow me on Instagram? That's funny.

Hello.

Yes, of course. I'll put my glasses down.

Sorry. Can you hold this? Thanks.

Careful! Don't fall.

Yeah, five years ago... When you knew me, I was at ASK, the talent agency.

We represented nearly all of French cinema.

We were a great team of agents, assistants...

By the end, I'd become a junior agent.

Then five years ago, the agency closed. It was a huge blow.

We were sabotaged from within by Starmédia.

Within months, we were finished. It was awful.

We were like, "Okay, we'll get back on our feet."

"We'll stick together."

But we had no choice but to close.

This is giving me sugar cravings.

The old ASK gang?

What's left of it? Nothing. Finito. Basta.

Remember Arlette? She was the oldest. She retired.

Mathias and his daughter Camille started their own agency.

They did beg me to come and work with them.

But I said, "No, Hervé's an actor."

I finally found my calling, you know? And then... there's Gabriel.

A guy I worked with all my life.

Can you believe he went straight to the competition?

To the enemy? But I'm not judging.

I'm not judging.

But come on.

Noémie's the only one I stayed close to.

She's a producer now.

Not the kind that shows off. She's a ray of sunshine.

She walks in and changes your life.

And then there's Andréa. Andréa, well...

She'll be a mystery to me until the day I die.

Independent, never where you expect her to be...

Hang on. What time is it?

Oh my God... What an idiot!

And that was my mom's meal. I didn't cook. She's coming over.

But it was great seeing you.

You're even more handsome! You are!

Next time, tell me about you. Keep the flowers!

They're yours. My pleasure. That's Paris for you.

Bye! And let's not wait five years, okay?

Bye!

MAN FOUND DEAD, WIFE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

CALL MY AGENT! THE MOVIE

THE FUGITIVE A FILM BY ANDRÉA MARTEL

- The latest version of the script. - Great, thanks.

Get me a Coke Zero and dried fruit?

But no cashews. I don't like them.

Andréa, I need to see you.

First I have to find Malik to sort out this gun thing. Anyone seen Malik?

- No? Malik? - No, he's not here.

Can you get me the Nan Goldin catalogue? I need it for my visual references.

- Here's the new schedule. - The latest script for adaptation.

Can you be at my place between 3:00 and 7:00 p.m. today?

I'm getting my new washing machine. I've been wearing this all week. I stink.

- Hey, Noémie. Congratulations! - Thanks.

- Great job on last night's ratings. - Thanks, Malik.

- How are you? - You should've stayed for another season.

You should've pushed for it.

- How's Andréa's movie going? - It's an adventure.

- Malik! - A wonderful adventure. Yeah?

- Can I see the guns, please? - I'll go get them.

- You okay? - Yeah. Oh, Andréa!

Every time I see you here, it feels strange.

It's a big company, but still. Me, producing my hit series.

You, directing your first movie, just as successfully, I hope.

- It's incredible to be on the same path. - Yeah, it's great.

They're authentic period guns.

- See which one you like best. - Okay.

How's your daughter? What grade is she in?

Second grade.

Wow, time flies.

The .38 Special looks too American.

- It's very Clint Eastwood. - Okay.

Did you know I helped deliver her at ASK?

- I had no idea. - Right there on the carpet!

- No way! - Okay, Noémie.

It was quite an experience.

She has a strong uterus, so she didn't feel the contractions--

Noémie, I'm exhausted and running on fumes.

Can we stop the uterus debrief so I can work with Malik in peace? Please?

Of course. Got it.

- Thanks. This one. - If you need anything, just ask.

I'm a very experienced producer now.

You know my show's number one in its time slot.

Four and a half million viewers every night.

Congratulations.

Thanks to retirement homes leaving the TV on all day?

- I'll take this one! - I'll leave it with you!

- It's too short. - Okay.

This is too short, too soft, too blue.

- Okay. - I like this one.

- Can I see it in person? - Sure. Take a look.

I like it a lot. Okay, but not the boots.

- Okay. - No.

Do you want flats?

Pumps. Two-inch heels, max.

- Okay. - Even four inches works.

I'm fine with those.

- Is that for the forest? - Yeah.

- Why? It's pretty, right? - Yeah. A little too pretty.

- Looks like a Balenciaga ad. - More like Gucci.

Sure, but it looks a little too good.

But everything looks good on Laetitia.

Yeah, but she kills her husband at point-blank range.

Then she goes on the run and lives in a cabin in the woods.

So we need something more thrown together. I don't know, mismatched. Sorry.

Like she stole it off a clothesline in a working-class neighborhood.

I like this one.

That's mine, Andréa.

- Yours? - Yeah.

This is kind of bland. Kind of...

It's shapeless. It's not pretty, but that's what I like about it.

- Can you try it on? - Yeah, it's great.

- Hey. How's it going? - How are you?

Good.

- How cute. - Watch out. She bites.

Here, thanks. Okay.

- Not bad... - I like it...

It's a bit tight, though, isn't it?

- A little. - Tight was in back then.

Have you put on weight?

- Maybe a few pounds over the holidays. - The holidays? It's September.

Looking solid.

It gives the character more weight. It's good.

Maybe I'll gain a little more.

No, that's enough. You need to be able to run.

There's room. It makes me look older. Everyone looked older back then.

You don't have much room left, Laurent.

- Is that my gun? - Yes.

Let me try something.

- Wait. - No, it doesn't fit.

Yes, it does.

Just don't tighten the belt like that.

Mathias!

Laurent's put on a lot of weight.

- Hello, Andréa. - Hi.

I hadn't noticed.

- Isn't that for the role? - Not at all.

- Oh. - How are you? What brings you here?

Just a few things to iron out with your producer.

An agent coming here? Must be serious.

- I'll go with you. - It's nothing, I swear.

Laurent just has a few scheduling conflicts.

- We'll work it out. - What scheduling conflicts?

We'll handle it. You've got a movie to make. Focus on that.

The shooting schedule matters. I can help.

I've produced 30 films. I know what I'm doing. Trust me, Andréa.

So you can talk to me like I'm some dumb intern?

Sorry. I forgot I was working with Kubrick.

Oh, and congratulations, Andréa. Very brave, changing careers.

I always knew you had the soul of an artist.

He's doing another film?

He's doing another film and has to gain weight for it?

Don't panic. It's fine.

It's just a slight overlap. That's all.

At the same time as my film? Interesting.

Okay. What film?

Wes Anderson's. He's playing an opera tenor in Milan.

And you didn't think to keep me in the loop?

You're so stressed, we thought it'd make things worse.

- So let us handle it-- - Stop lecturing me!

- Fine, get mad. - I've spent five years on this film.

I wrote the part for Laurent.

Now I've got a potbellied actor who can only work part-time?

You're not just inept. You're dangerous.

- That's going too far. Calm down. - Stop. I don't want to hear it.

- That makes working together easy. - We're done.

- Fucking boys' club. - Okay.

Very mature!

18 DAYS BEFORE FILMING

It's glass! I can see your finger!

I'm so happy to be in Andréa's film.

I've been sleeping outside all week to prepare.

- Great. - I eat steak for breakfast, like Grandpa.

Where have you been doing this?

In Corsica, in my village, up in the mountains.

Was there something you wanted to see me about?

I'm at a point in my career where I need to make choices.

I need to take risks. I feel like I'm making decisions alone.

I'm getting a new agent.

I'm sorry. It wasn't an easy decision.

I talked it over with Andréa, and she understands.

You're a great agent.

You're incredible at negotiating contracts.

That's never been the problem.

But there's more to life than money, and I need...

As an actress, I need meaningful projects. I need to be surprised.

And who, may I ask, will get the privilege of surprising you?

Your daughter Camille.

She trained with Andréa, and she's great.

She's sharp, young, and driven.

Honestly, she's just what I needed.

You should be proud of her.

It's great that she told you in person. Very brave.

Brave? You don't get it.

Andréa manipulated her to get back at me over Laurent.

You're so naive.

Or maybe she needed someone who understands her and listens.

Maybe not everything is a mind game.

You should've warned me. We could've worked this out together.

That's not what she wanted.

She needed a clean break.

I couldn't let a major talent walk. You'd have done the same.

Betray my own daughter? I don't think so.

That's not how I remember it.

No, I can't work with him anymore. I can't. I don't trust him.

It's okay. I know Jérôme. He's a pain, but he's not a bad guy.

Don't be like that. Go talk to him.

No, I can't stand him. Just hearing his name makes my blood boil.

But it's too risky to start your movie without a producer.

- I'll find someone else. - What do you mean?

Someone in-house.

Did you know Eva Longoria produces with us?

She wants French projects.

More than anything, I need someone I can mold.

Someone who will be hands-off.

Someone who does what I say.

A stooge, basically.

- Someone who obeys me. - For your boyfriend!

Noémie? Can I talk to you?

- Celebrating? - Yeah.

We've been number one for three months, so I wanted to treat the team.

Congratulations. And I owe you an apology.

I watched the show. Well done. I think it's great.

Well, thank you.

It's fresh, light, and...

Honestly, it's nice that it's so colorful.

- All that yellow, blue, and orange. - Life can be pretty bleak.

Want my set designer's contact info? She's amazing.

No. I want you to produce my film.

What about Jérôme?

Jérôme is gray.

And you...

We go way back.

I love how upbeat you are. And you're great at logistics.

- You love how upbeat I am? - Yeah.

Yes. I always have.

I think about ASK a lot. And let's be honest.

You were the one holding down the fort, right?

Mathias couldn't have done it without you.

My writers are working on the next season.

The timing would be perfect.

I think I'm in.

Great. That's great!

Where do I start? Should I call your agent?

- No need. That's me. - Of course!

- You can call me if you want... - Exactly.

- Well then, let's go. - Right, let's go.

This is amazing.

Andréa Martel, Noémie Leclerc. The dream team.

I think she needs me.

She needs my experience.

It's funny, but she seems a bit lost.

See? Even Andréa Martel needs help.

It makes sense, of course.

It's her first feature film. That's always stressful.

And it's ambitious.

It's a road movie.

There are a lot of sets.

It's set in the South of France, so I'll be shooting there.

It's great, isn't it?

Mathias! Isn't it great?

Ready? Can you help me, please?

What's this event again?

The Kering party.

The Kering party.

"Women in Motion." Women in film.

Right, of course. Great.

Okay, let's go.

Slyti!

I can't believe it!

- So good to see you! - I can't believe this!

- Honey? I'm going to the bar. - Oh my God...

- Coming. - While we're here...

Yeah, before we get a little too hydrated.

Hey. How are you?

You two still aren't talking.

- Because he works at Starmédia? - He helped kill ASK.

It wasn't him. He didn't ruin ASK.

Right. He's not a Nazi. He just works for the Third Reich.

I don't know. I feel bad for him.

He's looked miserable ever since Sofia left him.

Karma.

You're terrible.

I got the new Wes Anderson schedule. It doesn't work.

I know.

We have to move Andréa's shoot.

We can't.

Laetitia Casta is filming an English series right after this.

Damn.

Did you have work done?

- Huh? - Did you have work done?

- No. - Was it Dr. Marchak?

- No. - Come on.

- Mathias. - No! Come on.

Yes.

Honestly, I'm worried about Andréa's film.

How so?

- Laetitia is pretty fragile right now. - Yeah?

And since Andréa is very difficult to work with...

- Really? - I've worked with her a lot. Trust me.

Yeah. I did get the feeling she wasn't open to suggestions.

- She's a bit rigid. - That's an understatement.

She doesn't really like men.

Right. Maybe that's what I was picking up on.

I don't think I can handle this.

It's too difficult.

That's why you have an agent, my dear Laurent.

We've got overtime.

14 DAYS BEFORE FILMING

Put down two extra hours. No, make that three.

Okay, thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

- She's just getting changed. - Okay.

She has a poem to learn for Monday. We've made progress.

- But she needs to study a bit more. - No problem.

You...

- Hello. - Hey.

If you have time next week, I'd like to get coffee

before you leave for the shoot.

- To talk. - Sure. What about?

A few important things concerning Flora.

If it's important, why don't we talk now?

We're both here. No point arranging a time when we can talk now.

Okay.

Lucie's transfer just came through.

To Nantes.

That's great.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So I'd like to...

We found a house with a yard.

It would be good for Flora in terms of stability and quality of life...

You could see her every weekend and during the holidays--

You think a yard is better for Flora than seeing her own mother?

But you're right. A yard, a mother... Same thing.

- No need to go to any trouble. - I'm her mother too.

It would be good for you. More freedom for your movies.

So it's for my own good?

You're taking my daughter away because it's better for me.

She already spends most of her time with me.

I don't give a shit about Lucie's transfer to Nantes.

What's that got to do with my daughter?

Lucie can move to Nantes and come back on weekends.

We're planning a life together. I know you don't get it.

Mom!

My darling.

- Did you see my new water bottle? - It's great.

Lucie gave it to me.

Are you okay, Mom?

Yes, I'm fine.

- You didn't get recess at all? - No.

I'll write you a note. Were you talking in class?

No, I wasn't talking.

- Not at all? - Not at all.

Rock, paper, scissors!

Rock, paper, scissors!

- I'm allowed to have coffee! - Of course you're not.

- I love coffee. - Well, that settles it, then.

Why not steak too?

I hear ducks love onions.

That's true.

Three minutes is a long time.

- Mom? I can't sleep. - Me neither.

You're a lifesaver.

Can Colette legally take our daughter to Nantes?

Not without your consent.

You can object,

and if you can't reach an agreement,

you can take it to court.

- How long have you been separated? - We've been in crisis mode forever.

But officially, for six months.

She got with someone else right away because she can't be alone.

- How are you doing financially? - I'm doing okay. It's okay.

Since I changed careers, I've been living off my savings.

Producers are always late paying, so I'm a bit short on cash.

But once the film comes out, I should be okay again.

Do I have a weak case?

A little. But your movie's going to be a success.

Okay?

You'll show them you're solid. And you're going to keep your daughter.

I've done everything I can to convince Laurent, but he won't listen.

The minute you say "Hollywood," actors lose all common sense.

He's dropping the lead in Andréa's film for a supporting role with Wes Anderson?

It's four days' work. Is he kidding?

Yeah, but the days are spread out. You know how Americans are.

They want exclusivity for the whole shoot.

Contact the legal department as soon as possible.

Except Laurent hasn't approved his wardrobe,

so he's not in breach of contract.

I know. Thanks.

I'll let you deal with Noémie directly, okay?

She's running production now. You know that, right?

Mathias, you know that, right?

- Of course you do. - Yes.

All right, I'll let you go. I think we're all tired.

What a pain in the ass.

- What? - Yes.

That's crazy. Who does that? Who does that asshole Lafitte think he is?

Look, I did everything I could, but he won't listen.

- It's going to be okay. - No!

You'll find a solution, sweetie.

Here, look.

- You're making boeuf bourguignon? - Yes, to make you feel better. Smell this.

It smells delicious.

Thank you.

Thank God you're here.

Look...

LAURENT: THANKS FOR YOUR INSIGHT AND ADVICE

Hold on.

You told him to quit the movie?

No. He asked for the contact details of a doctor for his mother.

- What's wrong with her? - Something with her knee.

You're lying. You're such a liar...

You sabotaged my first film? What's wrong with you?

Listen...

The situation got a little out of hand, but we'll--

What's your problem? You can't stand seeing me move up?

Huh?

You want me to stay your little secretary forever?

Listen, I know this is going to sound insane.

But... I forgot.

I completely forgot you were producing the film.

- I saw you working on your show. - You forgot about me?

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM DIRECTED BY LUDOVIC KOLLIAS

Ay me!

For aught that I could ever read,

could ever hear by tale or history,

the course of true love never did run smooth.

Bravo!

Because...

I'm not a real person to him.

I'm just the woman who keeps the house running

and sleeps with him once in a while, for free.

He has no idea who I really am. It's unbelievable.

- Why do we keep loving them? - Good question.

Things aren't going well with Ludovic?

He left me last weekend.

- For a 22-year-old apprentice pastry chef. - No.

What a jerk!

And you have to perform with him every night. That's horrible.

He's directing the play.

He cast himself as the lead.

So yeah, it's horrible. It's basically medieval torture.

Hervé, see you backstage for notes?

No.

No, I can't take it anymore.

- Excuse me? - I'm with my friend.

I'm done. I'm sick of you judging me.

Stop being so dramatic. We have work to do.

Then go work. Without me.

Starting tomorrow, find yourself another Lysander.

Goodbye, Ludovic.

You're going to be okay.

I don't know if I'm relieved or on the verge of suicide.

I'll stay with you tonight, okay?

I just lost my actor's benefits. I haven't worked enough gigs this year.

- Oh no. - Yes.

So be it. Free and broke. That's it.

I'll start over.

Like Oscar Wilde.

Don't worry. I'll get you some gigs as an extra.

As a big-time film producer, I can do a lot for you, dear.

I'll make you a star.

- You'd do that? - Of course, silly!

- Thanks, sweetheart. - Of course!

- I'll take anything. - Of course.

Extras, bit parts, small roles, supporting roles, lead roles...

Why don't I replace Laurent Lafitte in Andréa's movie?

- Wait until I tell her first because... - You haven't told her yet?

- No. - Are you nuts?

No, I'll tell her tomorrow. She's probably asleep now.

If she finds out you've known for 12 hours without telling her,

you know she'll rip you apart.

Call her right now. Rip off the Band-Aid!

- I'll send her a text. - No, you'll call her.

And when you're breaking bad news,

help the person put things into perspective.

Tell her, "It's horrible, but it could be much worse."

That's what she needs to hear.

I'll hold your bag.

You're right.

You're right. Let's do it.

Right now!

Voicemail.

Hello, Andréa.

Today, in France,

ten million people live below the poverty line.

Every night, 300,000 people sleep on the streets.

With nothing. No mattress or heat.

Hospitals don't have enough money to treat people.

Elephants, bonobos, gorillas, and manatees are endangered.

In other news, Laurent Lafitte isn't doing the film.

He chose the Wes Anderson movie.

It's not nice to hear, but in light of all the global catastrophes,

let's keep things in perspective...

13 DAYS BEFORE FILMING

The results are in.

I called all the agents in Paris to check the availability of bankable actors.

The actors who are available in 12 days are...

Gérard Depardieu, whose career you could relaunch,

and Tibo InShape.

There, I wrote it all down for you, so you can ponder the options a little.

Andréa.

Andréa, don't forget. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

No, Noémie. What doesn't kill you hurts you.

No actors, no movie. We'll lose funding. We'll lose everything.

Listen.

This one is a long shot, but I'll tell you anyway.

Vincent Macaigne is a possibility.

Why "a long shot"? I like him.

The girl at Starmédia told me that it was up in the air,

but I can call Gabriel to ask him for more details.

Is Gabriel his agent? Forget it.

No, Andréa, you can't stay bitter like that forever.

I'd rather die than give him 10%.

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

- Fuck! - What?

Don't tell me Laetitia Casta is quitting too?

Are you done with your little provincial French list?

Because I have a meeting with George Clooney.

Dujardin set up a meeting for me. I didn't believe him, but here we are.

But we can't afford...

With Clooney, it's not a four-million film.

It's a 15-million film.

Obviously. You're crazy.

Imagine Mathias's face when he sees Clooney on the poster!

Laurent Lafitte will choke on his jealousy.

We're getting George Clooney, you losers!

They don't know who we are! We're like this...

Yeah, guys, yeah!

- Can I handle this now? - Yeah, you handle it.

- You're leaving? - Yeah, I'm gonna call Clooney.

- It's better if production calls. - No, it's better if you're not involved.

I'll handle George.

Hello. I have an appointment with Mr. Clooney.

Yes, of course. Follow me.

- This way. - Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Clooney.

Thanks.

No, thanks.

With pleasure, George! "George."

- How do you say "leader in its time slot"? - Stop.

Thanks!

Please. Shut up.

I beg you. Shut up. Stop.

Wait! I didn't know he directed that movie!

I went to get some chocolate when the opening credits started. Sorry!

But you know what? It's a blessing in disguise.

We now know that he is very sensitive. He would have been very difficult on set.

Andréa, listen to me.

We'll find someone. I know what you and I are capable of.

We're warriors.

Go be a warrior in your office with your briefs, mugs, and caps,

and let me do my job. Got it?

You wanted to see me?

Sit down. I have an offer for you.

A big bonus and a vacation far away from you? I'll take it.

I'd like...

No, I want you to become a partner at Starmédia.

I thought I wasn't hungry enough to make partner.

Now you are. Surprisingly. Congratulations.

- What are you offering? - 5% equity.

A share of the overall profits.

And an annual bonus if you keep taking Paris by storm.

I'm really touched.

Thank you.

Are you okay? You can answer.

No, it's okay. I'll call back.

- So, 5%, right? - Yes.

Sorry, it's an American producer. I have to answer.

Go ahead.

- You answer in English now? - No, sorry. What's up?

What's Vincent Macaigne up to over the next few weeks?

Problems with your lead actor?

Maybe, yeah.

And maybe you need help?

- Can you answer me, Gabriel? - Listen...

Vincent Macaigne is currently working on a secret project.

If you want, we can look at other options.

We could have lunch. Let me read the script too.

I know what "secret project" means. It's either rehab or a #MeToo scandal.

Okay, fine.

Vincent is a little tired right now, okay?

And he's having some pretty bad anxiety attacks, so...

So he's available?

No, actually, he's not available. He shouldn't be shooting. He's fragile.

We don't know that. Where is he? At Villa Cambon?

- No. - Courvoisier?

No, listen. Don't bother him, okay?

- Courvoisier, great. - Wait. I'm going with you.

You're not seeing him alone.

- Tomorrow at four o'clock. - Andréa...

Hello!

You okay? I'm coming.

Feathers...

I can tell you that I've always been

an anxious person.

Right, Gabriel? You've put up with me for a long time.

You're sensitive, that's all. It's not...

But it's true that lately, it's gotten a lot worse.

With Trump,

wars, floods...

And you'll say not being anxious would be weirder, but still.

- Yes, you're right. - The world is sick.

Now the ones who care about the world are seen as sick.

Those are the people who end up in psychiatric hospitals.

- It's not fair. - No, it's not fair.

That's what's crazy.

So...

I see there's a wild boar.

- Yeah. - You know that's my spirit animal?

- No way. - Yeah.

It's basically the third main character in the story.

Suzanne nurses an injured wild boar back to health.

Do you really think an animal belongs on a film set?

It's strictly regulated, you know. We take it very seriously.

Laetitia has already spent time with him.

You mean Laetitia Dosch?

No, sorry. I didn't tell you. Laetitia Casta is playing Suzanne.

It's... I...

Well, I...

I don't know if this is all a bit too soon for me...

You need to think about it. Take your time.

Of course. I don't want to pressure you. And you'd be surrounded by nature.

You'll love it. The scenery is gorgeous!

It's just like here, except you'd be free.

Did you tell Laetitia that you were offering me the part?

- Yes. - Really?

Of course I told her.

She's thrilled.

Really?

But did she say that?

She said,

"It's a dream."

I'm so relieved. You have no idea.

Of course, Lafitte and Macaigne are nothing alike.

Macaigne's much more unpredictable. More tortured too.

I honestly think it might be for the best.

- Does he know I'm in the movie? - Of course.

Yes, I told him. He's a fan.

He said, his exact words, "It's a dream."

"A dream"?

- It's... Okay. - Yeah.

- Okay, I'll see you soon. - Yes. Bye.

- And they're okay with... - Excuse me. I'm here.

So, is Macaigne confirmed for Martel's film?

- Apparently. - Is he going to be okay?

Perfect. He's doing great.

How much did you negotiate?

I matched Laurent Lafitte's fee.

- You did? - Yes.

Desperation comes at a price.

It's the director's first movie. Small budget. You have to adapt.

Don't worry, darling. It's not Andréa's money.

- You do know that, right? - Right.

Thanks for explaining my job to me.

No, but Vincent is okay with it, so everything's fine.

Sorry, but this is about you, not him.

She hasn't spoken to you in five years?

Now she's in trouble, she whistles, and you come running... Why?

Élise, leave me alone. I know what I'm doing. It's fine.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hi, Noémie. It's Gabriel.

Another 200,000 euros?

No, wait...

Are you kidding me? You're a psychopath! Are you trying to kill me?

After all these years working together, I can't believe it!

What is this, the Cosa Nostra?

I'm not letting you do this! I'm not Bernadette Chirac!

Why are you yelling?

My hair appointment got pushed back. I'm furious.

Fuck.

TWO DAYS BEFORE FILMING

Why did I ever get myself into this?

I was fine hiding behind my actors. What--

You made the right call.

If I fail, I lose everything.

My career, my money, my wife, my daughter,

my libido.

Is somebody scared?

I don't see anyone.

You're not scared.

You've never been scared. You're a lioness.

We worked on this script. We left nothing to chance.

Listen.

You're going to kill it. You hear me?

I never doubted you for a second.

Go on.

We'll show those Krauts.

Cheers.

DAY ONE OF FILMING

Slow down.

Vincent?

Andréa! No way! What a coincidence!

Didn't production pick you up?

No, I wanted to ride my bike.

Driving a gas-powered car? No.

Not for me.

- Don't worry, it's an electric car. - And biking is great!

You can really feel the... how do I put it... the landscape.

You're connected to the world.

Costume, hair, and makeup is at 9:00. You're cutting it close.

Race you!

- I'll check. - And accessories?

- Andréa! - Yes, about that... Yes?

Madam Director!

You're emotional too, right?

Yeah, but mostly focused.

- Here we are. The first day. - Yes!

Let's do this!

Let's go!

Put her behind a monitor over there. I don't want her on set.

- Got it. - Oh boy.

Sorry, Vincent, your forehead's a little shiny.

And continuity, please.

- Okay. - Thanks.

Okay, guys.

This is the first kissing scene.

- Okay. - Do we have an intimacy coordinator?

Yeah, that's me. I did a course.

Yeah.

Right. Let me recap.

You don't want to send this woman to prison.

And you don't want him to leave.

You've fallen in love, and it's all in this kiss.

I really want it to be a real, beautiful first kiss.

What does a real, beautiful kiss look like to you?

A real, beautiful kiss is something deep.

Very slow, sensual.

It's the kind of kiss that lights you up and makes you forget everything else.

- Does that make sense? - Yeah.

- Okay. - Great.

- Yeah. - Let's do it.

Come on, let's go.

Positions, please.

Action.

I'm leaving.

Okay.

I really don't...

I don't want to leave you.

Then stay.

- Damn! I wasn't in it. - No worries. It's me...

- Cut. - I'm sorry.

- Cut. - No... Sorry, everyone.

- Stay in position. - You were too close.

Stay in position, everyone.

- Everything okay? - I'm fine.

- Yeah? - I can keep my distance.

Maybe I'll try kissing her from far away. I mean, from farther away.

- Meaning? - Like...

Okay, that's an option. But I'd rather stick with the first one.

Let's take two minutes. Quiet on set, please.

Quiet on set, please.

Let's take two minutes for a sensory exercise, okay?

Forget the scene for now.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Laetitia, your hand... May I touch you? - Sure.

Vincent, your hand. May I touch you?

Thank you. Now just take a moment.

Vincent, place your hand on Laetitia's.

There. That's all. Just your hands touching.

Close your eyes.

Okay? No more emotions. No more acting. No more intention.

Just the feeling of your skin against hers.

- Quiet on set, please. - Quiet.

Slowly open your eyes.

That's it. That's exactly it, okay?

That's it, okay? Let's go again. Rolling!

Rolling!

- Frame set. - Manu?

- Yes. - Frame set.

Sound rolling.

You take three steps. I take three. We kiss, and we're done. Easy.

- Just mechanical. - Sure.

- When you're ready. - We can skip it.

- Why? - No, I...

- Why? - There are reasons...

What reasons?

- You get it-- - What?

Well... Did you drop this?

- Fuck! - Fuck! Shit!

- Laetitia, are you okay? - Ice!

- Fuck, I'm so sorry. - Can we get a medic, please!

- Fuck, I'm such an idiot. - My nose...

No, it's fine.

- Laetitia! - Get lost!

Laetitia! I'm sorry, okay?

Can I come in?

Fuck. I'm such an idiot!

No problem. I'll keep you posted. I'll call you back.

- I'm so sorry. - Yeah.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry, okay?

No problem. No worries. Well, yes, but... Yeah.

- I'll get back to you later. - Okay.

- Laetitia! - Let's give her some space.

Fuck!

- Andréa, you hate me. You're mad at me. - Vincent, calm down.

- Really. Okay? - Okay.

Everybody breaks their costar's nose on the first day.

Careful. I don't want to break yours too.

- Five or six days? - Well, yes.

- Five or six days? - Yes. Five or six.

Do we shut down and push it back five, six days?

That's impossible.

She's shooting the English series right after.

- What do you mean? - Fuck.

Andréa, wait. We'll find a solution, okay?

Talent thrives under pressure.

- Let's reshuffle the schedule. - She's in every scene!

Sure, but we can start with the cutaways.

That'll buy us a day. Maybe a day and a half.

Fuck. It hurts like hell.

Or I could include your injury.

I'll add a scene where you get hurt. We'll use your broken nose.

We'll use it.

You're a fugitive. You get hurt. You actually got hurt.

- There. - Yes.

- You can't look pretty all the time. - Great.

- You're okay with it? - She's a woman finding freedom.

Exactly. She frees herself, starting with her nose.

- It's even more interesting, right? - I love it!

- If you're okay with it... - Absolutely!

- Go! - Holy shit.

It's a bit swollen, but...

I need to get some air.

Gabriel, Vincent is really not okay.

He can't work. He's completely unstable.

Well, what do you know? I'm so surprised!

- Who saw that coming? - You don't get it.

He broke Laetitia's nose in the first scene.

Shit. Is it bad?

Of course it's bad. I'm out for five days.

I have to redo the schedule. I'm screwed.

How do you handle him?

- Want me to come over? - No, are you crazy?

I don't want you telling your friends at Starmédia my shoot's a disaster.

They're not my friends. But suit yourself.

Vincent! What are you doing?

Get back inside!

- What? - Get back inside!

Back inside? What the hell is he doing?

- I'm rehearsing my lines! Shit! - Drop the pages!

Come. Just leave the pages!

- No! - Shit!

I'm on my way.

What the...

Fuck, Hervé! What are you doing in my room?

Sorry, wrong room. I wanted to play a prank on Noémie.

Okay. No big deal.

- Forget it. - Okay.

Anyway, thank you.

I'm so happy to star in your movie.

- Meaning? - You know, Hunter 2.

I'll give it my all. You can count on me.

And by the way, congrats on the script.

It's so moving.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Because knowing you, and you know yourself,

you've got a shell that's very... shell-like, very...

I was just moved to see that you have a heart. That's all.

Bravo.

Noémie, never cast anyone in my movie...

...my movie without my approval.

That's basic.

"I want to control every detail of my film."

"Did I say, 'my film'? My masterpiece!"

"Down to the last hair on every extra's ass."

And that aggressive tone, all the time.

She's not well.

Honestly, I can't hold my tongue. I can't even...

It's horrible. What?

What's that, Noémie?

These are my single-girl panties.

They're simple, comfortable, and I love them.

No more lingerie that irritates my pussy and rides up my ass.

Finito.

So you're leaving Mathias?

Yeah.

I'm a free woman now.

- Free in your ugly panties. - Pure bliss.

The poor guy must be devastated.

He can go fuck himself.

I'm gonna pee my pants!

- You're going to... - What's so funny?

- Do you know who Fabienne Croc is? - The animal trainer.

Between Bambi II and Andréa's film, she's swamped.

- I can't anymore. - She's looking for an agent.

Go on, Paloma. Take one for the team.

I've always dreamed of representing a weasel.

- It's a boar, actually. - A boar!

Since Laetitia's injured, we're adapting.

We're filming all the scenes she's not in.

There aren't many, so we're mostly shooting nature.

Did her nose bleed when she got hurt?

A little.

- You know I'm getting a dog? - Really?

When Manette and I move to Nantes.

We'll have a yard and a dog. A cocker spaniel.

That's great.

You won't have your friends in Nantes, but you'll have a dog.

Nonsense. You can make friends anywhere.

Go wash up. Dinner's ready.

- Go on. - Love you, Mom.

- Love you too, sweetheart. - Go on.

What you're doing is disgusting.

No, what's disgusting is the case you built against us.

It's full of lies. Lucie isn't in a cult.

Her lesbian cycling club? That's not a cult?

- Andréa. - What?

I paid for your move, deposit, and washing machine.

- Stop being stubborn. You'll lose. - I'll see you in court.

A dog. What a bitch.

Easy on the craft services table. This isn't a cafeteria.

Come on. Let's go.

Hi.

How are you?

- I missed you. - I missed you too. And your sweaters!

- Oh my God. - So?

Did production send you?

They're firing me, right?

- I deserve it. - Not at all.

I'm on my way to visit my parents.

I thought I'd stop by to see Vincent.

That's all. How are you?

So-so, apparently.

- So-so, you know. - Yeah.

She must be really mad at me.

I don't know...

I'll never make it up to her. I don't know what to do.

Vincent, it's just a bad bruise.

A lifetime wouldn't be enough.

From what I hear, it'll be gone in a few days.

Okay. I know what I'm going to do.

- Good. - I'll pull myself together.

I'm going to reconnect with what matters. Nature. Humanity.

A nonprofit reached out to me.

They need my name. Well, my image.

They want to make a video and a campaign warning people about the climate crisis.

I'm gonna do it.

- That's very noble. - And I'm... You think so?

Yes, but I'd rather you didn't. There. I said it.

- Why? - Because it's bad for your image.

Actors who get politically involved aren't glamorous. It kills the fantasy.

Come on. I've never been glamorous.

I disagree.

- Really? - You've got a certain...

- When you walk into a room, I go... - Really?

Yes.

These days, people see actors as privileged.

They don't like being lectured by the privileged.

Do you know how Sarah Bernhardt got famous?

She was an extra at the Odéon.

She defended Victor Hugo against those fucking monarchists.

At some point, you have to take a stand. Okay?

We're not gonna let the world burn.

Do you want a Xanax?

Hey, Stéphane!

I wanted a slice of strawberry pie.

Sorry, it's all gone.

- Oh no! It looked so good! - That's why it's gone.

There was one piece left.

- That's so sweet of you. - I heard you ask.

Want to split it?

Just a bite. Okay.

"Just a bite" means the whole thing.

No, I swear. It's all yours.

- That good? - It's amazing.

It's so comforting.

Are you doing okay?

Honestly, it's tough.

I'm exhausted, you know.

It's gonna be fine.

I don't know about that.

I do.

Because you're a great producer.

It's true.

You're solid. You're...

You never talk down to anyone here.

You're great.

Thank you.

- That means a lot. - I mean it.

I really try to make sure that everyone feels respected

and that things stay structured.

The producer has to lead by example.

Structure is everything.

Noémie?

- Oh no. - Shit.

Noémie?

- Yes? - It's Andréa. Could you open the door?

Yeah.

- Are you okay? What's wrong? - Sorry I woke you.

I know what to do about Laetitia's nose.

We'll shoot her as is and fix it in post.

We don't have the budget for that.

Are you kidding? Actresses do it for vanity all the time.

Is it not a case of force majeure?

- I don't think so. - Wait.

- Let's not talk in the hallway. - Wait!

I've looked into everything...

- Hi, Malik. - Hi, Andréa.

- How are you? - I'm good.

- It's important to take care of the crew. - Yeah...

I won't keep you. We'll do the digital touch-ups, then.

No, we're not. We can't afford it.

What about the contingency fund?

The money producers usually pocket at the end of a shoot.

Fine. I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, Noémie. Thanks.

Night, Malik. Everything okay with the fake boar?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- It's fine. - We'll talk later.

- Yeah. - Okay. Bye.

I think he has a girlfriend.

I know. That's okay.

I love your nose.

It's got two little butt cheeks on the end.

- Careful, you'll get slapped. - I shouldn't say that?

- No. It's a sensitive topic. - Yeah.

- Hello! - Hello.

Mathias Barneville. We're here with the boar.

Her name is Vénus. She's a female, so she's actually a sow.

Great. So for the boar, we put...

Fuck.

Fuck.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Wait, I'm sorry. I totally screwed up.

I have a meeting in three minutes.

You really need to go. Please. This is really bad.

- Holy crap! - I'm leaving!

GREAT WELCOME FRIENDLY (AND SEXY) HOST - 5 STARS

- Hello, Yacine. - Hello.

- Hi, Fabienne! - Noémie!

Hi. I got an agent for Vénus, as you suggested.

Have you met Mathias?

- No. - Yes.

As agreed, here's the enclosure.

A small pen with a mud wallow. And some shade under this beautiful tree.

- A chestnut tree. - Here's the water trough.

Straw for bedding.

All her food's in the buckets, as you can see.

- Okay? I'll let you get settled. - Perfect.

And the accommodation?

I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't arrange anything for you.

I'm all set. I found a little hotel nearby.

- I meant for Fabienne. - She's staying at the castle.

Is everything okay?

- We didn't forget anything? - Perfect.

- I'll get her and let her settle in. - Great!

Wait, Noémie.

I need to talk to you. I miss you.

I'm the producer. You're the boar's agent.

Let's keep this strictly professional. Thank you.

Agent! Sort through the scraps! No onions. She doesn't like them.

- Absolutely. I just have to make a call... - She doesn't like leeks either!

Noémie! What's Mathias doing here?

I don't want him on set. Take your drama elsewhere.

It's not my fault. Mathias is the boar's agent.

Mathias Barneville?

Fabienne Croc hired him to handle her contracts.

So he went from Laetitia Casta to a boar.

- Yes. - There is justice after all.

Thank you. You just made my day.

Let's go, Pierre.

Here, if you can. Thanks. Here.

Hello, everyone.

- How are you? - Hello!

Okay, let's get set up.

Vincent, lose the coffee for rehearsal.

Wait here. You'll be coming from the cabin.

Stop work! Vénus is coming through!

Vénus is here. Stop work!

Everybody behave.

Having an animal on set is tricky.

No sudden movements. Don't talk too loudly.

Don't feed her, and don't pet her. Okay?

Anyone makes fun of her, famous or not, gets punched in the nose.

Wouldn't be the first time.

- Go on. - It's good.

She's calm. We should be good to go.

- Laetitia, take over. - Okay.

You know her, baby girl. It's Laetitia.

Go on.

Easy, baby girl. Easy.

- 95-1, take one. - Two cameras.

Those bastards got you.

You'll be okay, sweetheart. Breathe.

- Okay, cut. You have Laetitia? - Yes.

- You do? - Slow down! You're scaring her.

Vincent, can you reset? Walk slowly this time.

Thanks.

Vincent, lose the hand thing. It's not clear.

Go slow.

You'll be okay, sweetheart.

- Suzanne... - Brea--

- For fuck's sake. - And cut!

- Hold your positions! - Could you improvise a little?

- Me? Improvise? - Yes.

- She runs away every time you move. - We need to rethink the scene.

She can feel all this pent-up aggression.

- Are you kidding? - No.

She just hates you. I know boars.

- Yeah? - I grew up around them in Corsica.

In Corsica, you mostly turn them into pâté.

You loved when I brought you charcuterie. Lonzu, figatellu... Yum, yum, right?

- What's going on? - I only tasted it.

Because I could see it made you happy. That's all. Okay?

- You're vegetarian when it suits you. - Better than...

Were those two together?

- You're a fucking liar! - Apparently, yeah.

You can't be trusted. No one here can trust you.

- Even the boar hates you! - Stop, please.

- Please. - Stop.

Could the three of us take a minute?

- To talk? - What are you doing? There he goes.

Don't be fooled. Let me explain.

He'll pretend to cry. Those are crocodile tears.

Please, Vincent, stop! You're embarrassing me!

Mr. "I'm Afraid of Being Afraid"!

Leper of love!

- Wait... - I'm sorry. I can't, Andréa.

- Let me take this off. - Yeah, get lost!

I can't. Stay with Miss Know-it-all and her tame boar.

- Running from your shame! - I don't know how to act around you.

- Better to run away than to rot in front... - I'm just asking for one thing!

For you to fuck off!

- I'd rather he didn't. - Get out of my life!

Stop!

- Come on! Have a go! I'm waiting! - Calm down!

- Careful! - No, Laetitia, stop!

- No! Stop! - I want to go back to the center!

It's okay.

- Come on. - Yeah, I'll stop. I'll stop.

Fuck.

I thought falling in love was...

It made you strong, made you beautiful. But really, it just crushed me.

It was complicated. I mean, he's complicated.

But I really loved him.

We were supposed to go to Italy. He just left me on the platform.

- And we never saw each other again. - Okay, I admit, that's really tough, but...

You have to realize that two weeks ago, he was in a treatment center.

So clearly, your relationship really upset him.

Can't we get Laurent Lafitte back?

No, Laeti.

We can't.

You'll have to make it work.

So please, I beg you, put your inner wounded Corsican aside

and summon the Danish Protestant who loves compromise

and discreet hypocrisy.

Then at the wrap party, beat the crap out of him.

I'll help you if you like.

Let everything that doesn't serve this person leave this room.

Protect her.

Protect her...

Andréa?

- Are you busy? - I'm in the middle of the hallway.

Since I've got you, I'd like to talk to you

about my role as the hunter.

And thanks again.

I realize that we often reduce them to a function, a cliché,

but they have dreams and beliefs too. Or most of them do...

Right. Wait, do you have lines?

Well, yes.

"It's over there! Come on, let's get it!"

Maybe I was a little too... Maybe it's too intense, but...

But I told myself, this guy has a wife. For sure.

She's pregnant and waiting at home.

Would he go back empty-handed? No.

He doesn't want to let her down.

Well, that's very accurate.

- You're just saying that to be nice. - No, it's smart.

Maybe it's not the right angle...

It makes perfect sense to me.

I like it. But feel free to do what you want.

Thanks. Finally, someone who wants to make this movie.

- Hey... - Yeah?

- "Hunter 2"... - Yes?

I don't like it.

Okay.

I was thinking "Germain."

Great. The name suits you.

- See you tomorrow, Germain. - Thanks, Andréa.

Come here.

Look.

There you go.

What's going on?

What's going on, sweet Vénus?

I know you're a good girl.

And very, very smart.

Yes, you are. That's good.

Yes, that feels good.

That feels good.

Doesn't it, big girl?

Belly scratches. Does that feel good?

It feels good, huh?

Oh, yes.

That's nice.

Does that feel good? Yeah.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go get it!"

"Let's go!"

"It's over there!"

"Go! Let's go get it!"

"It's over there."

"Let's go get it."

No, deeper.

Germain is good.

It's only a bird. Silly me.

Where's my phone?

That's awful!

No way. What have I done?

Where did I go?

What's he doing?

No way...

Where's that idiot going?

Do I put this on? Yeah, I do.

- What are you doing? - You followed me?

What are you doing?

Extinction Rebellion. We're hitting the golf course.

But you can't stay here. You need to go.

- Vincent. - What?

- Is she with us? - I need to talk.

Listen. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean what I said, okay?

- What I did really sucked. - No.

- This is dangerous. - Calm down. I have to go.

- Vincent. We have to go. - I'm coming.

- Vincent! - Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Action, reaction!

I'm coming!

Okay. Go! Come on, go!

They have no right to steal water

to strut around the green in polo shirts.

Vincent, your power is in film. It's in the cinema.

WATER BELONGS TO EVERYONE

Do you remember when we met?

I immediately thought, hang on,

a woman like her could never love a guy like me.

It's true. After all, I'm just a short, fat guy

with greasy hair who does a bit of theater, a few movies...

But you...

But you, you were...

You're so magnificent.

You know, when I was on the platform...

where you left me...

Yeah.

I was really worried about you.

I thought something must have happened to you.

I waited...

I waited there like an idiot.

I really wanted to go to Italy, but I couldn't.

I was ashamed.

About being allowed to be happy. Even just a little bit.

Because the world is burning.

I thought, "I can't just go drink a Spritz in Capri."

Sorry...

I'm tired of running away.

The truth is, I love you.

I'm madly in love with you. I'm sorry.

Run!

Hands up! Get down on the ground!

Don't move!

Quick!

Down on the ground!

WATER RAGE WATER DESPAIR

- I love you, Laetitia! I love you! - Stop moving.

MAKING A MOVIE

Yes.

But of course.

Noémie, please. Can I talk to you for a minute?

Just a minute. Thanks.

I'm listening.

I know. What I did was unforgivable.

The last few months at the agency have been rough.

I felt overwhelmed.

I think I...

I can feel myself getting older, and I hate it.

That's weird. Everyone loves getting old.

It's just...

I did so much for us. I put so much into our relationship.

When things aren't going well for me, I think of you.

When things aren't going well for you, you forget about me.

That's just the way it goes. That's it.

I'm okay. No big deal.

FRIENDLY (AND SEXY) HOST - 5 STARS

See?

I can forget about you too.

- Last name? - Casta.

- With a K? - With a C.

First name?

Laetitia.

- Like the model? - Yes, that's me.

She doesn't look like her at all...

I...

Actually, I had a little accident.

Do you have any ID?

No. I don't have any on me.

- Too bad. - I'm shooting a movie nearby.

- Okay. A movie. - A movie.

Right. A movie.

I get it.

Sometimes when I can't deal, I think I'm Will Smith.

Look me up online.

You see.

- These are my teeth. - She doesn't give up.

I explained it, but they don't believe me.

My passport is at home. My son's there.

- Okay. - If you go there, he can let you in.

You want me to bring it to you?

Yeah, I know. Sorry it's so last minute, but...

- There are no trains this late. - Right.

Well, yeah.

What about a cab?

It's 500 miles away.

Right, yeah.

- Yeah. - It's fine.

- Forget it. I'll ask Mathias. He'll-- - No, it's fine.

- Thanks. You're the best. - I'll take care of it.

- You're the best agent. - Thanks.

- Thank you. Bye. Thanks. - Bye.

Fuck!

Okay, the chase scene.

Laetitia is running, she hears gunshots, hides, and then she sees the hunters.

So it's all at the same time. We get the shot of Laetitia.

We turn around and get the tracking shot of the hunters.

And where will Vincent be?

- Vincent, well... - Andréa?

Later.

Vincent has to be higher up.

He loses sight of her and falls behind, so I'd put him here.

- By the river. - Sorry. The weather's not looking good.

It'll rain at 11. We have to hurry.

Let's go. We'll start right away. Come on.

- Andréa? - Yes?

We've got a huge problem.

Laetitia and Vincent have just...

disappeared.

I don't understand.

Well, I tried to call them. Their phones are off.

I looked for them at the hotel...

I looked everywhere. They've vanished.

Call their agents!

How much longer are those idiots going to screw around?!

Positions, please! We're shooting anyway!

- Fuck, it's smoking. - What do you mean?

I don't think the cable is a good idea...

"Come on! It's over there!"

People have been working on it since this morning.

I'm just saying...

Okay, let's shoot!

Hunters, get into position!

Rolling! Come on. Everyone in position. Let's go!

- We're putting the crew in danger. - We're not filming.

- We are. - It's pouring.

The light's great. It's what I want.

Laetitia!

I mean, Andréa! No, we can't.

- We have to stop. It's dangerous. - It's going to be cinematic!

- Rolling, action! - No!

Go on, start rolling!

The camera operator? Hunters, positions!

Come with me!

You're going to get behind me as planned. Over my shoulder.

Okay, so you're behind me. Mark it!

No, it's fine. I'll do it. Scene 92, shot 1, take 1.

Hunters, action! Action for me!

I'm not behind the camera!

- Fuck. - Okay, one take, and I'll stop everything.

- Are we rolling, or what? - It's not framed! Rolling.

Action!

It's over there!

Let's go get it! Come on!

Let's go!

The river's burst its banks!

Fuck! Oh no! Wait!

Andréa! We have to stop!

We're not stopping! You, follow me!

I'm going down with the dolly!

Shit!

- You okay? - I'm okay.

- Is the camera okay? - Yeah.

- Still rolling? Here! - Rolling.

Watch out!

For fuck's sake! This had to happen on my shoot!

The day I'm shooting!

Fuck, where are the rushes? The rushes are gone! Shit!

All right.

- Andréa. I'm here to see you. - I can't take it anymore.

So, about the insurance. We do have insurance.

- Great! - That's good.

But the coverage is pretty minimal.

Okay. But rain's the minimum, right?

Rain, yes.

Flooding...

No.

- Let me call the insurance company. - No, wait.

- Why? - Their offices are closed right now.

Because of the time difference.

What time difference? What are you talking about?

Their offices are in Chișinău.

In Moldova.

You got Moldovan insurance for my movie?

Yes. It was cheaper.

- But... - I had to make a tough call.

Gabriel wanted a fortune for Vincent.

And we were in a rush.

Insurance is very expensive.

So I averaged the rainfall over the past 20 years in the region.

But I didn't check the box for extreme weather.

I figured we'd be fine.

It's not my fault the climate's all messed up.

You put my movie at risk for more commission.

That's nonsense.

Is this a game to you and your friends at Starmédia?

Is that what you do in meetings?

"Come on. Let's bleed her dry until she dies."

"That's hilarious."

Andréa, I was just doing my job.

You did it. You know what it's like.

Yes. I know you can choose what fee to ask for.

I know you can like a movie and support it or be a bastard who doesn't give a shit.

So it's my fault? Does that make you feel better?

You really are a tyrant.

And you're a coward. That's why you left ASK.

To protect your petty interests. You don't care about friendship.

Oh, and you're Mother Teresa now?

Always doing good for others. She's amazing.

Can't you see you're exhausting everyone? You never listen to anyone.

You're a bulldozer! You steamroll everyone!

You just torpedoed your own movie.

So if it's dead, you only have yourself to blame.

My movie isn't dead!

You hear me? My movie isn't dead!

Go on, fuck off!

Go back to your jackal friends at Starmédia!

Nobody wants you here! Just fuck off!

Right? My movie isn't dead.

We'll shoot on an iPhone if we have to.

We don't care. We're not doing it for the money.

We don't care if we get paid.

No, Andréa. We can't do that.

Why not?

Why not?

Jeanne!

I'm sorry.

Andréa, I spoke to Jérôme.

The insurance won't cover the damage. We've suffered a major loss.

I have to shut it down.

First, we need to wait for the assessors to arrive tomorrow.

Then I'll have to send the crew home.

Hello, beautiful.

It's Arlette. How's the movie going?

Are you happy?

Sweetheart, get back to me. Let me know how you're doing.

Are you being stubborn, or what?

You naughty girl.

- Yes? - I'm sorry.

I wanted to ask what we were doing about Vénus and Fabienne.

Yeah, I was just working on that.

There's no need to worry. We'll...

Everyone will be compensated.

I just don't remember where I put it.

Wait...

I'm so useless!

No, it's okay. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known.

Why did I do that?

I'm useless.

Fucking useless!

It's okay.

- It's... - I screwed it all up. It's a disaster!

Listen...

I know...

I know that I'm very selfish.

That I'm closed off, uptight.

But you changed me.

You forced me to slow down.

To step outside myself, to look around.

To be less of a dick.

I watched you a lot on set.

I saw you.

You're incredible.

- No. - Yes, you are!

You're beautiful.

You're alive.

You're so alive and free.

So...

Maybe...

we've grown a little?

Both of us?

I love you, Noémie.

Just the way you are.

All of you.

I love your outbursts, your disasters.

I want to be close to you. With you.

I want to grow old with you.

Me too, my love.

Forgive me, please.

Hello, my dear Arlette.

I'm glad you came.

Andréa?

It's Arlette.

Can I come in?

- What the hell is she doing? - No idea.

Andréa?

I'm warning you. I'm coming in. I don't care if you're naked.

Andréa?

Andréa?

Andréa?

Oh no!

- I'm here. - You scared me.

- What are you doing under there? - It's the birds.

They fly in and shit on me.

Andréa?

The stage manager's taking you to the station.

Your hearing's in Paris tomorrow. Remember?

I remember.

Maybe you could take a shower?

- Or a bath. - Yeah.

I have no movie. I have nothing.

No one is going to give me custody of my kid.

If I'm just going there to be humiliated by a judge, what's the point?

Your kid doesn't care about your movie.

She needs you.

Andréa.

Nothing's worse for a kid than being let down by a parent.

I know. My father forgot about me for 15 years.

And despite all the efforts we've made, even if he acknowledged me...

I'm still angry.

It's like a hole that never goes away.

Go take a shower.

I emailed you compensation offers for Laetitia and Vincent.

Let me know if they work for you.

We have no other choice. I'm sorry.

Why are you telling the truth to the insurance company?

Everyone bends the truth with insurance, right?

You've never padded a claim to get a decent payout?

- Sure. - Everyone does it.

But this isn't water damage in my kitchen.

Do you realize the risk to the company? I'm risking my job, my reputation...

If the movie tanks, so do your job and reputation.

- What is that? Is it Andréa? - Earlier, she was making throat noises.

It sounded like a botched tracheotomy. It was scary.

No, guys, we can't let this happen. She'll die. She'll never recover.

I don't think you understand. We're talking a million euros.

I don't want to end up in jail.

You have nothing to say?

I don't want to interfere. I respect Noémie's decision.

- He's deconstructing his masculinity. - But since you asked...

If it were me, I'd seriously consider it.

You would?

We just have to make up a claim.

We have to make a million euros' worth of damage look credible.

To be covered by your insurance.

We have to do what we do best. Stage it.

I agree.

Okay, hang on.

We've got seven hours before the assessors arrive tomorrow.

And nobody can know.

Stop. I'm turned on.

Are we doing this? Yes!

- What are you talking about? - Nothing. I mean, we...

We're dealing with the compensation.

What's turning you on?

What's turning me on?

I was telling them about that halberd that's staring at me across the centuries.

Its whole history, actually.

I wanted to tell you I take full responsibility.

- I'm tough. - True.

- Stubborn. - True.

And while you're at it, a bit of a snob.

- And sometimes... - Contemptuous?

Yes, exactly.

I'm really sorry for putting you all in this shitty situation.

Also, I need to be in court at 9:00 a.m.

In Paris.

Could someone take me to the station?

Wait, it's one in the morning. There aren't any trains now.

Okay.

Never mind. It wouldn't have made a difference.

Andréa, I'll take you to Aix.

If you catch the first train, you'll make your hearing.

- That's really kind of you. - Let's go.

I said some horrible things to you.

I'm sorry.

And you came here to take care of Vincent.

It's okay, you know.

But everything I said to you was true.

I resigned from Starmédia.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I don't know how I lasted this long, actually.

You were so mad at me when I left ASK to go work for them that I...

I stayed there to prove to myself that I hadn't made a mistake.

I don't know.

Out of pride, I guess.

I wanted to call you so many times.

But I never did.

Out of pride.

We're such idiots.

Such idiots.

These are prototypes. There's no...

It's this one. Okay.

- You need to learn the lenses. - Yes, got it.

Mathias.

- There. - For me. Thanks.

- Too many people. - I'll put us in a team...

- Your coffee. Because... - Thanks.

Wait. We agree nobody can know, right?

- Obviously. - Not the crew or the actors.

- It's 2:00 a.m. - I know!

Good luck.

- What's over there? - I heard a noise.

- There. Good. Stop! - It's tilting.

The lenses! Pass me the tripod!

Watch out!

Watch out!

The camera!

- The camera. Go on. - I can't do that with the camera.

Camille, seriously!

COURTHOUSE

- Hello. - You speak French.

Hello.

I'm Noémie Leclerc, the producer of the movie.

And this is the crew.

- Emmanuel Sednaoui, cinematographer. - Hello.

Arlette Azémar, Andréa Martel's agent. I represent her.

I'm sorry.

Don't mention the movie. Okay?

You're in complete control.

Everything's going great.

This way.

What's wrong?

- I just need to go to the bathroom. - But it's time!

This way. Be quick.

Fuck.

Hi.

Hi.

You should brush your hair before the hearing.

Yeah.

Thanks.

How's the movie going?

It's going great.

I suffered a loss.

Tell your lawyer so we won't waste more time.

- I'm sorry. - You don't need to be sorry.

You're going to Nantes. It'll be great.

Flora will be really happy.

I can swap my apartment in Paris once or twice a month,

so I can go and spend time with her.

You looked into apartment swaps?

Yeah, I'm not going to stop seeing my daughter.

I didn't want to end up in court. It's awful.

I'm not even sure I really want to go to Nantes.

You made me so mad!

So did you.

I don't want to live like this. I don't want to fight.

Me neither.

So that day, we were about to shoot scene 83.

I prepared the schedule for you with the call sheet.

So it was really the key scene.

You can imagine what a disaster it was.

The heart of the film, the farewell scene...

The scene where the police officer gives Suzanne her fake papers

so she can start her new life.

It's a heartbreaking scene

because she realizes all the good things he's done for her,

but she knows they'll never see each other again.

The actors were on the bank over there,

and Andréa really wanted a shot from the middle of the lake

with a long lens.

So we went past the pontoon there, out towards the middle.

With all the equipment in the boat.

Then we were getting set up.

I was about to change the lens, like I usually do.

The head suddenly tipped, and I lost my grip.

Then it went over the portside.

And splash.

And splash.

What's going on?

- Is there a problem? - No, it's the script. It's funny.

What's funny?

This romanticism is very French.

Impossible love and all that.

What are they doing?

"Oh là là là là là là!"

- What's so funny? - Sorry?

No. Maybe you want to rest, Arlette?

I'm fine, but I don't see what's so funny.

We can tell you because the director isn't here.

We read the script.

Yes.

It's not believable.

This woman, this story... It's far-fetched.

Is this an insurance investigation or a screenwriting class?

Have you ever killed someone?

Have you survived alone in the middle of the forest?

"Not believable." Give me a break.

- Let's calm down. Wait... - Don't leave. No, I'm sorry.

It's just that...

It's just that...

I'm the fugitive. That's all.

It's my story.

My real name is Marthe.

Marthe Lazard.

All my life, I was afraid I'd be found.

Despite my fake ID.

And the statute of limitations.

I was afraid someone would put a hand on my shoulder and say, "Follow me."

But you really... got rid of your husband?

He was a cruel man.

We couldn't have children, so he punished me for it.

He humiliated me.

He beat me.

One day,

I fought back.

We fought like savages.

Things took a wrong turn.

I knew I didn't stand a chance in court.

He was an important man in town.

I was nobody. So I ran away.

I hid in the mountains for almost two years.

It was the worst time of my life.

But in the end,

maybe it was also the best.

Because I made it on my own.

I persevered. I survived.

I realized I was strong.

That I wasn't a nobody.

So how did you end up in Paris?

My cop.

My cop.

He risked a lot for me.

He helped me get a new identity.

Fake papers.

And he said to me,

"You'll disappear more easily in Paris."

We never saw each other again.

I made friends in Paris.

Artists, misfits, jazz musicians.

I made a living.

I washed dishes in restaurants.

I worked the coat check. I bartended in jazz clubs.

And I watched as many movies as I could.

And then,

I met Samuel Kerr.

And we started ASK.

Then Andréa came to help me.

To write my memoirs.

That's when we wrote her movie.

You're the one who pushed me to make a movie out of it.

Given your state, I'm not sure that was a good decision.

Well...

Worst-case scenario, there's no movie.

But we have each other.

No, we still don't know if we can resume filming.

I can give you my money. Look.

I have 64 euros.

- You want to give me all of it? - Yes, all of it.

That's so nice of you.

How are things with Laetitia?

You're managing her contract with the Brits?

There's no more contract.

She decided not to do the series. She's going to Italy with Vincent.

Yeah, I know. I couldn't convince her.

No, everything's fine.

Sometimes our job is to help our clients through life, too.

Oh no!

- What's up? - What is it?

- A viper bit her! - It's Noémie!

- What happened? - We got the money! The film's saved!

The film is saved!

Andréa, the film is saved!

Andréa!

Thank you.

We're gonna shoot your movie!

THE FUGITIVE ANDRÉA MARTEL

Subtitle translation by: Diana Renker and Helle Kaiser-Nielsen