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Asshole!

We laid off 25% of the company's employees.

And it's still not enough.

Of course we told them.

Don't take the river road. It'll be too complicated.

The end of the quarter is our deadline.

Beyond that, we're out of business.

Yes, for us anyway...

Was that on purpose?

I told you not to go this way!

I'll do my job,

you do yours.

Sorry, I'll be at the bank in 10 minutes.

Well, if all goes well...

- Grégoire, it's Charles. - Yes, Charles?

- You still driving? - Yeah.

- I thought you maxed out on violations. - I have two points left.

Be careful!

No license, no car. And no car...

I know, I know...

Why are you calling, Charles?

You can't pay me back, is that it?

Shit!

Hello...

I'm such a jerk!

Hello, you've reached Daniel's voicemail.

Leave me a message. Thank you.

Daniel, it's me.

It's Charles.

It's urgent...

Besides, you must suspect that, if I'm calling you...

Call me back, please.

Thanks.

- Charles.. . - What's up, Yolande?

I have a plum fare for you. Bry-sur-Marne. Interested?

That's on the other side of Paris!

Exactly! She said you could start your meter now.

You'll make a tidy sum!

Want it? Otherwise, I'll give it to Sam.

No, I'll take it.

- You sure? - Positive. What's the address?

123 Quai de la Marne. Madeleine Keller.

Keller, 123 Quai de la Marne. Got it! Thanks, Yolande.

You're welcome.

DRIVING MADELEINE

121...

Why are you honking like that? The whole neighborhood can hear you.

First of all, I'm not deaf.

Plus, I'm ready.

Could you get my suitcase, over there?

Hello.

Hello.

I'm coming.

Avenue de Chavannes, in Courbevoie,

please.

We'll have to cross all of Paris!

Yes, I know.

If it was next door, I wouldn't have called you.

Well...

You're not too chatty.

All this because I fell down the stairs six months ago.

One bone breaks

and the whole machine goes on the blink!

Now the doctors won't let me live alone anymore.

They think I'd be better off in an institution

with medical or specialized supervision. Whatever...

Anyway, it's no joke.

I'm not happy. That's not what I wanted.

I had no choice.

So... How old do you think I am?

Wait, I'll take off my glasses...

No idea... Eighty?

Charmer!

Or else you need glasses.

I'm 92 years old.

- Really? - Really.

Not bad, huh?

Yeah.

You don't look it.

I was born just before the war.

But that's so far away.

Boy, is it far...

Do you know Vincennes?

That's where I was born and grew up.

Sure.

Would you mind if we made a little detour over that way?

Vincennes? That's not at all on the way.

I know.

What'll it take, 10 minutes?

What's 10 minutes in life? Nothing!

I'd love to see my old neighborhood.

If it's changed...

Okay.

Yes, I think it's that way.

Okay? Can we go now?

It's ugly. I don't recognize a thing.

Everything's changed. Let's go!

Okay.

Did I tell you that I fell?

Yeah, that's why we're going to Courbevoie.

Oh, no, not that.

I fell down the stairs when I was a little girl.

I must've been 10 or 11.

André's the one who pushed me.

But I forgave André immediately.

Because I had a crush on him!

But he's not the first boy I kissed.

No, the first man I kissed

was Matt.

It was in September of '44.

I was 17 years old. Not even, 16.

Matt was an American soldier.

A GI.

There were dances everywhere!

What a party it was!

And Matt and I danced all night long.

Seventy-six years later,

I can still taste his kisses on my lips.

Honey and orange.

Matt...

What a marvel!

And you?

Do you remember the first girl you ever kissed?

Excuse me?

Your first kiss. The one that mattered.

Not just on the lips.

See what I mean?

No, I don't remember.

My goodness...

What a shame for you!

How old are you?

I told you mine, you can certainly tell me yours.

Forty-six.

Half my age.

You could be my grandson.

You know what my father always said?

Each moment of anger ages you.

Each smile makes you younger.

So, there!

If you want to remain youthful, you know what to do.

You know, anger's everywhere today.

I know.

Even I've known it.

I've known it quite well.

Yes.

Charles...

Is that your name? I'm not mistaken?

- That's right. - Charles...

could I ask you one last favor?

Yeah.

Here, H. Mounier, L. Keller & A. Marazzi were executed by Nazis

When I found out that my father died,

I was mad at the whole world.

Fortunately,

the Americans landed a few days later.

To liberate us.

And among those Americans,

there was Matt.

Your first kiss. Honey and oranges.

See? You are listening to me!

That's sweet.

Sixteen years old. My God!

Mad love!

Mad, but too short.

Much too short. Three short months.

Then he went back to America.

And I stayed here.

But those days...

I think they were the most wonderful of my life.

Freedom,

the caresses, the promises...

The promises!

I never saw Matt again. Never again.

Yet, I could never forget him.

Never.

I still think of him.

He never knew it.

But before he shoved off, he left me a wonderful gift.

What kind of gift?

The kind that's...

Seven pounds, 11 ounces.

Nineteen and a half inches.

Mathieu,

my son.

Well, our son.

Shall we go to Courbevoie?

No choice.

Obviously!

What are you doing?

There's an accident ahead.

We should get off the beltway, to avoid the traffic.

Anyway, take your time.

I'm in no hurry.

You know that.

Hold on!

Fuck!

Great idea! Traffic's much smoother here.

It's because of that jerk!

Do you take anything, like the occasional tranquilizer?

Because at this rate,

you'll have a heart attack!

Good! Then I'll be out sick.

I spend my life in this taxi.

It drives you crazy, in the end.

Twelve hours a day.

Six days a week.

And what do I make?

By the time I pay

for the lease on the car

and all the expenses...

Change jobs.

I've thought about it!

Fortunately, there are some advantages.

I'm my own boss, nobody tells me what to do.

And when I don't feel like talking, I clam up.

So I'm in luck today!

The problem is

you quickly get caught up in the anxiety

of having to feed your family.

Who you never even see.

Then, driving around guys

who are drunk,

aggressive, violent...

Cheap.

Once, I dropped off a guy in front of his house

and told him the fare was 55 euros.

The guy taps me on the shoulder

and says, very serious,

"I only have 50. Could you back up a little?"

Think that's funny?

What did you do?

I backed up.

I backed up.

The Avenue Parmentier!

It's so funny to be here.

How many times I've walked up and down this avenue!

Wanna take a stroll? We're stuck in traffic anyway.

No, thanks, don't bother.

My mother was a dresser

in a theater here,

which certainly no longer exists.

It was called the...

The Splendid...? The Splendor!

Do you like theater?

Already...

Karine and I can't even go to the movies. So the theater...

What a shame.

You know, the theater

is another world.

Ever since I was little,

it was my universe.

I loved it there.

The lights,

the elegant women on opening night...

Their perfume!

And the actors, scared to death, waiting backstage.

Rehearsing their lines up to the very last minute!

Life was much more exciting in the theater

than outside.

I moved heaven and earth

to try to find Matt.

I wrote hundreds of letters.

And one day,

I finally received one.

Matt wrote to me.

But he was already married.

He had two kids.

That was the end of our love story.

Madeleine!

I never contacted him again.

- Where were you? - I'm right here, Mom.

- The dress is too long. - Let's see.

Take care of it.

I keep stepping on it.

Madeleine will fix it.

What's gotten into you? Who are you after?

Who's asking?

And please take off that ridiculous headgear serving as your hat!

First, I'll ask you to explain. Then I'll take off my hat.

Look at that outfit! It's indecent!

What's on the agenda tonight?

The movies.

I can't watch Mathieu every time.

I warn you.

Thanks, Mom.

I thought I'd committed a crime!

Madam, Mr. Deventroux is here.

See him in.

Come here.

Come here!

What flavor?

Excuse me?

His kisses. What flavor?

I've decided not to remember.

31 Boulevard Bourdeau, please.

Know it?

Okay. Given where we are.

Sorry...

Still, it's wild!

We lived right there.

In a tiny building.

Look what's there now!

Life really is full of imagination.

Don't touch the silverware until dinner's served.

This kid's exhausting!

Please, don't blame him.

It's not his fault if he's between us.

Bring your plate here, honey.

We have to get up, too?

If you want to eat, yes.

Too late! I'm not hungry anymore.

Have fun with your bastard son.

I'm sure you have lots to talk about.

Eat, sweetheart.

You're not eating, Mom?

I'm not too hungry.

What's a "bastard"?

You made a fucking fool of me!

You're drunk again.

- Stop! - Whose fault is that?

Stop!

Go to bed, sweetheart. It's nothing.

Mommy slipped.

Go on. I'll come kiss you goodnight.

Let's see.

It's not too bad.

It's the kid's fault.

We can never be alone anymore.

Doesn't it drive you crazy?

Look at me.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear.

If you'd just make an effort.

Why work with your mother? You make peanuts!

You're better off here, taking care of us.

On Sundays, we could go to the beach, you and I.

Like before.

What do you think?

Stop.

Stop.

Stop!

No! I don't want to...

Stop, Ray.

We haven't done it in so long.

Stop!

Stop...

Take it easy!

Mommy, I'm home!

Hi, honey. Got any homework?

I already started it.

I'll come help you in a minute.

Can I help you?

No, I'm fine.

Get back to work.

Hurry up.

It's nothing.

It'll go away.

Mathieu, come here!

Don't be afraid.

He'll never hurt you.

Mathieu!

Go on, don't keep him waiting.

- Yes, Ray? - What'd you do with the tips?

What tips?

Don't play dumb! The one on the table.

I didn't touch it.

There were 4 on the table and now I see 3!

Think I can't count now?

I swear, it wasn't me.

Mathieu just got home from school. How could he have taken it?

Did I ask your opinion?

Now I can't count?

That's not what I said.

Think I'm some shit working stiff?

No, Ray...

Let her go!

You're crazy! Sweetheart...

Stop making such a fuss! He's fine.

He's always in my stuff!

That makes me crazy!

Mathieu's 7 years old, Ray!

If he lived with your mother, things would be different!

Go rinse your face with cold water. I'll be right in.

You're right.

I'll take Mathieu to my mother's.

We'll spend the evening together.

Just you and me.

And did you?

What do you think?

You'd better believe it!

He beats you, he beats your son...

and you spend the night with him?

The "night" would be an exaggeration.

Let's say...

the early evening.

Ray?

Come closer.

Life sure is cozier like this, isn't it?

Not drinking?

Why? You in a hurry?

No, I just like the taste of whiskey on your lips.

Wait, I'll bring you another.

Forget it. I've got a better proposition.

You okay?

Yeah.

What's happening to...

What's happening...

Ray?

Phenobarbital.

Ray!

My mother always had trouble sleeping.

When I dropped off Mathieu, I borrowed her sleeping potion.

Five drops and my mother would sleep till morning.

I just wanted Ray to fall like a rock.

But, uh...

Did you kill him?

No.

You kill when you love.

I could have resigned myself to his beatings.

Back in those days,

you couldn't get a divorce for domestic violence.

People didn't get divorced at all. Or hardly ever.

He pressured me so much

to have his child. But I didn't want to.

I didn't want to!

I already had my Mathieu.

My Mathieu...

who was quite enough for me.

But when he hit him...

When he hit Matt's son, I don't know,

I saw red!

It made my blood boil.

Hi. Can you hear me?

I'm whispering because I have a fare who's dozing.

Pretty? Yeah, a pretty fare who's 92 years old.

Listen...

I'm sorry about this morning.

I shouldn't have gotten so worked up.

But you have to trust me. I'll find a solution.

I even left Daniel a message.

See?

Yeah.

Is Betty okay?

She didn't wake up this morning?

Good.

Okay, okay, I'm moving!

I've gotta go. Traffic's moving.

I'll call back when my ride's done.

Karine!

We'll pull through.

I love you.

That Karine...

Is she your wife?

I woke you?

Oh, no!

What do you think?

At my age, if you fall asleep,

you may never wake up!

Yes, she's the love of my life...

and mother of my daughter, Betty.

Betty. What a pretty name!

How did you meet?

In high school.

But for me, memories...

That I know.

Memories aren't your thing.

But that comes with age, you'll see!

And are you married?

We're domestic partners.

Come on! Tell me more!

In an hour, I'll be in an old folks' home,

with a bunch of old geezers even older than I am.

Be nice.

Tell me how you met the love of your life.

Holy cow!

Given that look, it's not gonna be easy!

Well, with this kisser and my elephant ears, it was no cinch!

Plus, all my buddies dreamed of dating her.

Every one!

They'd wait for her after school, perched on their mopeds, like roosters!

To take her home,

or out for a drink.

But she...

She'd give a polite smile and get on the bus.

That made them crazy.

You didn't have a moped?

No. No, but...

I had an Agfamatic 2000.

What's that?

My father's camera. He didn't use it anymore.

One December night, I got on the bus,

screwed up all my courage and sat next to her.

I told her I entered a photography contest.

I asked if I could photograph her gaze.

A photographer...

There's no such thing as coincidence.

Tell me about her gaze.

It was her eyes that I fell for. Totally!

I shot them in all kinds of light.

In black and white, in color.

And when I showed her the photos,

she was incredibly moved. Tears filled her eyes.

We hugged each other.

We were barely 16.

And we never parted.

We've had our ups and downs, like all couples.

Know what you are?

A huge romantic...

who hides it well.

And who's Daniel?

Oh, Daniel...

He's my brother.

But we've never been on the same wavelength.

He's a doctor and I'm...

The ugly duckling?

Exactly.

And you and your wife...

what do you have to pull through?

What the fuck?!

- Take it easy! - No apologies?

Those fucking scooters!

Charles...

I'm about to aggravate you again.

- We have to stop. - Something wrong?

Yes.

An emergency.

And, you know, at my age... it's hard to control.

Sure!

- Stop. - I'm in the middle of the road.

- Turn left there... - Okay, okay.

- Careful. - Are you in pain? Your legs?

I'm fine.

- Hurry! - Sure.

- Hurry! - Hurry up!

After you.

Hello.

The ladies' room, please?

It's urgent.

It's over there.

- Wait for me! - Of course.

It won't take long.

My goodness!

Take it easy!

Get outta the way!

Okay, we're going.

Everything's fine.

Move!

They're not talking to us.

What are you doing!

Move your damn taxi!

Go!

- Step on it! - Take off!

- Some people work! - Go!

Move!

What an asshole!

Isn't it good to laugh?

You said it!

Thank you, Charles.

No problem. It's only normal.

Can I bum one?

- One.... - A cigarette, yes.

I haven't smoked in 30 years.

But today's special.

I warn you, it's very strong.

Nothing can hurt me now.

Do you know that building we're facing?

I'm a cab driver, I remind you!

It's the Conciergerie.

And the one behind it?

The courthouse.

That's where you were tried?

Yes.

Ray didn't die.

But they accused me of attempted murder.

You know, the '50s weren't like today.

You had to have your husband's permission

to get a job

or even to open a bank account.

Can you imagine...

burning his balls off?

It was on the front page of every newspaper!

The courthouse was a mob scene.

Free Mado Keller!

Officers of the court,

please remove the people in the hall,

so we can proceed in peace. This is unbearable!

Free Mado Keller!

Mrs. Haguenau...

Mrs. Keller, Your Honor. I've gone back to my real name.

Legally, you're still Mrs. Haguenau.

But that doesn't matter.

My question is the following...

Have you no remorse, regarding your husband?

My husband?

I wouldn't call that a husband, Your Honor.

A man

who beats you,

night and day,

who rapes you and hits your child is not a husband.

He's a torturer.

I didn't want to kill Raymond.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have called the ambulance.

My son and I were in danger, Your Honor.

The jury will take that into consideration.

The Court calls Raymond Haguenau.

Raymond Haguenau.

Come forward.

Are you indeed Mr. Raymond Haguenau, age 31,

a.k.a. Ray, a welder by profession?

That's me.

Raise your right hand and swear to speak without hate or fear.

To tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

I swear.

The defendant, here present, claims that you hit her.

She even added, "every day."

Is that true?

Never in my life, Your Honor.

Once or twice, maybe, but...

Who's never beaten his wife?

Some are so hard-headed.

We've been married for five years.

Five years.

Think she'd have stayed if I beat her every day?

How are you today?

What aftereffects do you suffer from? And for how long?

Mr. Haguenau, you asked for a closed session,

under article 306 of the criminal procedure code,

on acts of torture and barbarity.

We agreed to that perfectly legitimate request.

Speak without fear. We're listening.

His seducing days are over, he'll never have kids

and that's great news for humanity.

Silence! You don't have the floor.

The jury has deliberated.

Will the defendant stand?

To the question, "Is the defendant guilty

"of premeditated attempted murder?"

the verdict is "Yes."

As a result, you are sentenced to a term of imprisonment...

of 25 years.

Officers, please...

Madam! Madam, please.

Did you appeal?

No.

Back then, you couldn't appeal a decision of the Assizes Court.

But 25 years is criminal!

No, it was the '50s.

Well...

I'm not too crazy about your 1950s.

Don't throw out the baby with the bath water. No!

It was great. For example,

we zipped around on Vespas...

We wore skirts that showed our knees.

And we listened to jazz everywhere!

You'd have really loved the fifties!

Yeah, maybe...

And your son? What did he think?

Oh, fuck!

Shit!

What?

What is it, Charles?

I think I ran a red light.

Here come the cops... Shit!

Police. You went through a red light.

No, sir, it was yellow.

- License and registration, please. - Be nice...

Your papers.

Fuck, he's gonna give me shit!

Miss, it's very hard for me to get out.

Could you come in and sit beside me?

I have something important to say.

I work like a dog, day after day.

If you give me a ticket, I'm a dead man. It's over!

My life's over.

- Insurance. - It was yellow!

Insurance.

Please!

- Thank you. - Please!

Charles, dear,

could you leave me alone with the young lady?

Be nice, leave us alone.

You know, every year over 150 people die

because someone runs a red light.

I didn't know.

Think about that next time.

Get going!

Miss, he's my grandson.

He's taking me to my cardiologist for an operation. It's my last chance.

Given the results of my last EKG...

You know, miss, we're so close.

We adore each other.

I raised him.

He's so upset by it all.

He couldn't drive calmly under all the strain.

You understand, don't you?

That would be so nice, miss.

Not bad, huh?

I could've been an actress!

Thank you.

Thank you, Charles!

Betty loves vanilla ice cream.

She eats it by the ton!

I love it, too.

In jail, we were allowed to have ice cream twice a year.

On Christmas and New Year's.

It was the only thing that had any taste.

After 13 long years,

society was finally ready to see me again.

I have to say, I had been good.

Very good. Good as gold.

My mother raised Mathieu for all those years.

I had left a child

and came home to a man.

You're handsome.

What do you have to tell me?

You must have some things to say to me.

I haven't seen you much.

It bummed me out to see you in jail.

I understand.

So...

How's school going?

Ready to be the great lawyer you've always dreamed of becoming?

Didn't you tell her?

It's not my job to explain that, Mathieu.

When you make choices in life, you need the courage to assume them.

And what should I know?

Did you take them?

Yes.

All of them?

All of them.

And the law?

Your degree? College?

I dropped out 2 years ago. I don't give a shit about law.

That was just to please you, but it's not what I want in life.

I'm a photographer. You can see that.

I work for the Gamma agency and...

And?

Gamma's sending me to Vietnam.

To cover the conflict.

I leave in two weeks.

So, I...

I get out and you're leaving.

Hasn't it always been like that for us, Mom?

Everything I did, I did for you, Mathieu.

For me?

Think it was easy being Madeleine Keller's son?

Think it was easy at school, in the neighborhood every day?

I was in prison, too.

I'm taking off because I need to breathe.

Understand? To breathe.

Mathieu...

Sweetheart.

Could you leave me alone, please?

They called me on April 10.

It was the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Mathieu was killed near Saigon.

Six months after he left.

That day, I was mad at the whole world, once again.

So mad!

So mad...

that I drank an entire bottle of phenobarbital.

I'm obviously pretty lousy at suicide,

given that I'm still around, at 92.

And Ray?

What about Ray?

Did you ever see him again?

Yes.

I saw him once.

Paris Match organized a big ceremony

with lots of journalists

when Mathieu's casket was sent back to Paris.

So, of course, he was there

to be in the photographs.

When I saw that, I made them cancel everything. Everything!

I, too,

had a closed session with my son.

I had that.

And it was good.

It's my fault. I lost track of time.

Yes, indeed.

Mrs. Keller was expected at 3 o'clock.

And now it's after 7:30.

I'm really sorry.

Charles,

tell her I'm still doing what I like.

Mrs. Keller? I can hear you.

- Me, too. - Mrs. Keller. ..

You must come now. We're waiting for you.

Everyone's already had dinner.

- Bon appétit! - They're asleep in their rooms.

If all the residents were like you, it would be a free-for-all.

But it would be fun!

You're right, Madam.

Exactly! So...

- Mado... - Will you be here soon?

Feel like pigging out?

- You bet! - Are you on your way?

- Madam... - Yes?

We won't be there for a good hour or two.

What? No, no, no, no, no!

Are you kidding? Out of the question!

Hello, hello...

I'm going into a tunnel. Hello, hello...

Really? We're gonna pig out?

Yeah! What would you like to eat?

One day, I gave my daughter a treat.

Well, one night.

Just before Christmas, two years ago.

Betty wanted to see Paris - the lights...

especially the Eiffel Tower.

So we started here.

Then we went down the Champs-Elysées.

We did Boulevard Haussmann, the department stores.

And the Place Vendôme.

It was magical. If you could have seen her eyes...

The most beautiful in the world.

- Her mother's eyes! - Yes.

Thanks to my daughter,

I saw a Paris I was no longer able to see.

Every year, I cover three times the circumference of the Earth.

120,000 kilometers.

And aside from that night,

I don't have one memory to hang onto. Not one.

I've never even been out of France.

Oh, yes, once.

I drove a guy to Brussels, during the train strike.

But Brussels...

that's not really abroad.

Pitiful, isn't it?

One day, you'll travel, Charles.

I'm sure of that!

Still, we do have my wife's family home.

In the country.

- Where? - In Picardy.

My Betty loves that house.

We go on Sundays, when Karine isn't on duty at the hospital.

She's a nurse.

- A nurse? - Yeah.

You're something else!

Why "something else"?

Think I dine like this with all my fares?

I hope not, anyway!

That'd make a lot of meals!

You're funny.

Sorry, I really have to take this.

Hello, Daniel?

What do you want?

I haven't heard from you in ages!

So, what do you want?

It's really crazy!

The moment you speak, I have no desire to hear your voice.

I'm sorry I left you a message earlier.

I'll be fine. I don't need you, okay?

Right! In 3 days, you'll call me back, as usual.

Is that all you have to do?

Go on, spit it out. What's your problem?

No.

I don't wanna get rude.

Not tonight, okay?

Have you finished?

- I'm afraid so. - Fine.

- Everything okay, Charles? - Fine, and you?

- Fine. - Good.

- It's great. - Fantastic.

- It's great here. - Absolutely.

- Was everything okay? - Yes, thank you.

- Please. - No, Charles.

- Please... - No, it's my pleasure.

- Please. - It's my pleasure.

You saved my license. It's the least I can do.

Do you mind if I take your arm?

No, I'd be delighted.

Thank you.

There, let's go.

It's beautiful.

It's been ages since I strolled on a man's arm.

Really?

Well, I'm touched.

It was a lovely evening, anyway.

Very. Very lovely.

It's done me good.

Let's go, Charles.

Help me out.

Family Homes, good evening.

Good evening.

Madeleine Keller. I'm expected.

Okay, I'll send the nurse.

Mrs. Keller?

That's me, not him.

Do you have any luggage?

One suitcase.

Thank you, sir. I'll take over now.

Have a seat, ma'am.

Sir,

I've never taken a seat in a chair like that.

And I'm not starting tonight.

- What'll we do? - Take it away.

This way, ma'am. Come with us.

- Charles... - Yes.

I didn't pay for the ride.

How much do I owe you?

No big deal. I'll stop by to see you.

Don't worry. I'll come back, okay?

- We'll settle up another time. - Okay.

Goodbye, Charles.

She was a star!

DON'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

An icon.

The movement against domestic violence, apparently.

I promised I'd go back to see her.

She still owes me for the ride.

I forgot.

I'd like to see her again, Karine.

Come along, I'd like you to meet her.

I don't know her. It'll seem weird.

She'd like that. I talked about you a lot.

She has no family.

No one else will go visit her.

What's the matter?

You're elsewhere.

I put my parents' house on the market yesterday.

My sister finally agreed.

We have to pull through.

This can't go on.

We have to face up to things.

Given how rarely we go on vacation...

now we can go somewhere nice, for a change.

It'll do us good.

Did you tell Betty?

No. Not yet.

She'll understand.

It'll be fine.

STOP THE FEMICIDES

Hello.

We're here to visit Madeleine Keller.

She arrived late last week.

Yes, I know.

Didn't anyone contact you?

Mrs. Keller died yesterday morning.

What?

She had severe heart problems.

That was in her file.

Her heart gave out.

What's her room number?

But, sir, it's no use...

No, she has to meet my wife.

Please, it's very important. I want to introduce my wife.

- Charles... - I beg you.

Room 39.

But it's really...

Sir, wait!

Sir, you can't stay in there.

- Please, sir. - I'll handle it.

Charles...

Hello...

- Are you Charles Hoffman? - Yes.

- The cab driver? - Yes.

I have this for you.

My condolences. Have a nice day.

My dear Charles,

The man who brought you this letter is my lawyer.

And if he has,

it means I'm no longer here.

And that's the way it's meant to be.

Tonight, I'm looking at the photos that have been with me

throughout all these years.

They tell me their story.

They speak of the people I've so loved.

Maybe I'll meet them again.

I'd like to believe that.

Last night,

you danced in a hangar with a charming American soldier.

The next day,

you end your days in an old folks' home,

eating mashed potatoes and apple sauce.

It all goes by in a flash.

Charles, I want you to know

that my taxi ride with you

was the last happy moment of my life.

A lovely ride, as you say.

Stay the ugly duckling that you are.

Take off, Charles.

Take Karine and Betty,

go on a vacation. Far, very far...

Bring a camera

to create memories.

Farewell, Charles.

The sale of my house in Bry-sur-Marne

brought me a little money.

Where I am now,

I don't really need it.

You do.

Look.

I don't believe it.