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It's there. It's palpable! There's tension, sensuality in every shot.

Mr. Trintignant is here!

We run over every day! You don't give a damn!

You're unreasonable, Vadim!

You're handsome.

Vadim is my alter ego.

He's my best friend.

I scare you?

-You need to let me go, Vadim. -Haven't you already gone?

Actresses trade sex for parts, right?

You blackmailer! You're disgusting!

My editorial policy?

Celebrities.

Celebrities' babies.

-Enzo what? -Enzo Fanelli.

The whole world's asking for her, and you don't know where she is?

Watch out!

THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

From across the whole world, celebrities and stars gathered

for the Royal Film Performance in London.

And now the long-awaited moment.

The arrival of the young Queen Elizabeth and her sister, Princess Margaret.

The stars lined up for the presentation to the Queen.

The first to bow are Victor Mature and Marilyn Monroe,

followed by Joan Crawford.

The young French star, Brigitte Bardot,

who conquered the heart of the English people,

and Anita Ekberg, from Sweden but English by marriage,

curtsied for Her Majesty too.

What is it?

They are here, Minister.

Mr. Babinet, the attorney general will see you.

-Come in, my friend. -Minister.

You know Mrs. Gouze-Rénal, my sister-in-law?

I'm not so lucky.

Mrs. Olga Horstig.

And… Dear Olga, what do you say? Your client, like lawyers?

She prefers protégés.

Miss Brigitte Bardot.

Whom you might have met already?

Barely.

My sister-in-law is a film producer. The best female producer in Paris.

-It's sort of thanks to-- -Completely thanks to Brigitte!

Miss Bardot is busy shooting a film they both very much care about.

-What's the title? -The Bride Is Much Too Beautiful.

And our own Brigitte is worried.

What is your fiancé called?

Jean-Louis Trintignant.

Take note, please.

51st Signal Regiment.

Take note.

Do whatever it takes to get this young man back to Paris.

Put him in Vincennes where we're understaffed.

Or somewhere else. As you wish. But avoid Algeria.

So that my sister-in-law can finish her movie without issues.

I'll handle it, Minister.

Thank you.

See Mr. Babinet to the door.

Bye, dear friend.

-Mr. Mitterrand, can I kiss you? -Call me François, dear Brigitte.

-It's Brigitte Bardot! It's her! -What?

Calm down, Brigitte.

I didn't want to shame you in front of everyone,

but I still wanted to tell you, Mr. Babinet,

you have to stop thinking of women as pieces of meat and whores.

Actually, you have to respect whores too. Give my respects to Mrs. Babinet.

Well done.

VINCENNES BARRACKS, 1957

Why isn't Brigitte coming to Cannes?

Because she's shooting a movie, La Parisienne,

with Charles Boyer and Henri Vidal, and directed by Michel Boisrond,

and she doesn't have much free time.

Because, most of all, she hates these kinds of events.

She loves to suntan at the beach and walk barefoot.

Brigitte is a peculiar person.

She doesn't care about being an actress. She never tried to be.

Of course, she isn't against earning lots of money,

but she wouldn't mind being poor,

as long as the weather is nice and she's with those she loves.

That's all she asks for.

-Evening, Brigitte. -Evening.

Brigitte!

-Please! -A picture for France-Soir?

-A picture for Paris Match? -Please, I'm tired.

How is it going?

She is too. Her name is Guapa. She's Spanish.

-Great. -She's so cute.

-Good night, everyone. -Thank you.

Your new home!

Clown! This is Guapa.

Don't be jealous.

Yes.

-You can stay here tonight? -Yes. I'm not on duty.

I'll go.

There's a chicken in the oven.

Chestnut tartlets too.

Hello?

Yes, this is Miss Bardot's home. Sorry?

Stay on the line.

It's Gilbert Bécaud.

Are you joking?

-You know him? -No.

-He can call back tomorrow. -It really is Gilbert Bécaud.

He'll still be himself tomorrow.

Miss Bardot is busy.

Would you be so kind as to call tomorrow?

I dreamed that Brigitte Bardot was in my song with me.

It's silly. That's what dreams are like.

Unfortunately, it doesn't happen a lot in real life.

-Really? -Yes.

-Why not? -Well, because--

-Hello! -Hello.

What a surprise!

Yes, of course.

One, two, three.

-We wish all the women… -And men watching this…

the year of their dreams!

-Happy new year, Brigitte. -Happy new year, Gilbert.

Tell me, will you join me for a song? Come.

Okay, cut!

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the end of the day. Back on Monday.

Hello, darling

When these words wake me up

The sun shines

In the grayest of skies

Hello, darling

My whole heart fills with wonder

When I see the happiness of my nights In your eyes in the morning

Champagne.

-One glass, please. -One bottle.

Dom Pérignon.

-Enzo. -Alain.

You love to watch, don't you?

You're in luck.

I like to be watched.

Is your boss nice?

Everybody knows.

You hit the jackpot.

A golden job.

What do you do in life?

I do whatever you want.

Is B.B. in Paris?

Why?

Relax.

It would've been fun to fuck in her bed.

GILBERT BÉCAUD IN MEMORY OF A WONDERFUL FEW DAYS

This is all tacky.

The pillars, the big windows, marble.

It's everything I hate.

All of the southern agencies are on it. Don't you like any?

What I want is a cabin.

A bit bigger than a cabin, but still a cabin.

Like the one in Cassis?

We were so happy there.

I hate the army.

This is so good.

And you like boys? What a waste.

Breasts, curves, all of that terrifies me.

-You've never tried women? -Never.

And you?

I like men too.

A firm chest, hairy but not too much.

Strong arms.

A sturdy neck. A deep voice.

-And then, of course… -Stop.

Stop, Brigitte. I'm flustered.

Alain?

Would you mind sleeping on the sofa tonight?

I feel so alone.

She took my hand

And in her shaking hand

She put her cheek

Yes, I

I had my forehead

In her hair, which was dancing in the wind

Yes, since

Since it was cold

I held her so close

So?

We were dreaming

We were dreaming we loved each other

But it didn't last, you know

I felt I should… Yes

I should

Kiss her

That's the end of the sequence. Costume change for Mr. Bécaud.

-Aren't you on duty tonight? -They let me go.

You're the only master of my whole body

I must submit

I belong to you

Good evening.

My love!

You're here?

Jean-Louis. Gilbert.

-Let's get another glass. -I don't think so.

Yes.

It's a bit intrusive, isn't it?

Yes.

I'll go.

No, I will.

Good evening, lovebirds.

Nothing happened. Nothing would've happened.

I'm begging you, you have to listen to me.

It was just a game.

But nothing was going to happen, I swear.

You're never here.

I feel so alone.

I love you.

I only love you.

I will never love another the way I love you!

My love, I'm begging you, answer me!

You feel alone, so you dress like a whore? You turn our bedroom into a brothel?

-My love, don't leave! -Don't touch me!

-Jean-Louis… -There.

Your cabin on the water.

You can share it with your poor man's Sinatra.

Actually, no, you won't share it with anyone.

You will remain alone.

With your mindless pinup parts, your court of hangers-on, and your dogs.

It's wonderful! Will you be with us for Christmas?

Your grandparents will be here. You can bring Jean-Louis.

Give us a heads-up. You know, the table…

Best not to expect us.

Okay.

-Hang on. -Can you manage?

You spoiled us, Brigitte.

Is there a problem?

-It's on! -Jean-Louis left.

-For Algeria? -No.

I mean it's over.

Are you miserable?

I think so.

You think so?

Yes, I'm miserable. Are you happy?

Is there someone else?

-No. -Who is it?

Leave me alone. I'm not 15 anymore. No need to spy on me now.

I can read it in the papers anyway!

-Mijanou, come see! -It's perfect.

…in 1955, 50 billion kilowatt-hours.

What time is it?

4:00 a.m.

4:00 a.m. is okay,

but would 5:00 a.m. be a tragedy?

Every hour with you, every minute I can steal…

Forget it. Anyway, I need to get up for filming soon.

The wife, the children,

and the young women offering themselves to him

backstage every night.

A womanizer. And a father.

It's a lot.

He doesn't care about the women.

Maybe not,

but there's one in his bed every night.

Not since I'm there.

I mean, it's happening in my bed.

You need more sleep. I can tell.

Show me again.

With that ass, she can be forgiven a lot of things.

No, we can't put this up.

Just watch me.

It'll be a scandal if people know.

A famous, married man.

-Even Gabin would be shocked. -He's seen it all before.

With this movie,

you can show the whole world that you're a great actress.

But it's a difficult part. You'll need to be focused and rigorous.

-Is this the start of the school year? -I stand by that.

I can be the schoolteacher. I'll always tell you what I think.

Raoul showed me the scene of the meeting with Gabin.

The one where I lift my skirt? Does that shock you too? It was my idea.

It doesn't shock me at all.

But the problem with these kinds of scenes

is that it's the only thing people will talk about.

What do you think they'll say when I die? Aside from talking about my buttocks?

I stand by that too.

You sleep well.

You learn your lines by heart.

And you get to the set on time.

-I adore you, Mama Olga. -I only want the best for you.

You can tell me everything. Always.

-He's going to leave his wife. -That's the last thing we need!

I should hide his little gift. It's too obvious on camera.

He stayed overnight. It's the first time.

He's going to leave her. We're spending New Year's Eve dinner together.

-It's fine now. -Get ready.

We'll watch the show together. The New Year address to the French people.

Okay, almost ready?

-Silence, please. -What's that?

Shit! I forgot it was in my pocket. It's his favorite tie. He gave it to me.

Hide it.

Pull up the sheet for Mr. Gabin's entrance.

Action!

Rolling.

Love is My Profession.

98-1. First take.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 1958

Please, everybody!

I'd like to thank you sincerely.

Well done, everyone. We're making a wonderful movie.

So, well done, and most of all, have a good end of the year!

Happy New Year!

Gabin and Bourvil were amazing.

What's the other one from rue Poliveau called?

Louis de Funès. Very talented. But best suited for supporting roles.

A phone call for you, Miss Bardot.

-Excuse me, Claude. -Sure.

-Hard work today? -Yes.

Will she be ready?

If not, we're done for. She's carrying the whole thing.

-Mazel tov. -Cheers.

He's meeting me at home.

Excuse me.

Well, I wish you a great New Year.

Happy New Year!

-Happy New Year, Raoul. -Happy New Year.

She arrived

I could see her walking in front of me

-Walking in front of me -Yes

She turned around

She looked at me as if I were God

Hello?

Yes, thanks, Bertrand. I'd guessed.

Excuse me.

-I talked to Brigitte. -Thank you.

…Brigitte Bardot was in my song with me.

It's silly. That's what dreams are like.

Unfortunately, it doesn't happen a lot in real life.

-Really? -Yes.

-Why not? -Well, because--

-She's pretty. -She's so beautiful.

Lucky you.

Yes, of course.

-And we need mistletoe. -Mistletoe, yes.

Well done.

One, two, three.

-We wish all the women… -And men watching this…

the year of their dreams!

-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year.

That's it!

Is it time?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Be right back.

Okay.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Janine.

Hello, Brigitte?

Let me sleep, Gil. I love you.

Brigitte, can you hear me? What's going on? Brigitte?

What have you done?

Answer me, please. Can you hear me?

Hello? Brigitte?

-I'm worried. I'm going. -No. There are photographers.

-They're outside here and there. -I can't leave her like this.

Jean-Pierre, can we talk?

Brigitte might have done something stupid. Can you go see her?

Yes.

71 Avenue Paul Doumer. Keys are under the mat.

-Okay? -71 Avenue Paul Doumer.

Bertrand, can you take Dr. Marino?

-Okay. -Thanks.

-So? -Well done!

-You liked it? -Well done!

George, your lighter?

-Your little number at the end… -Think so?

You really look like a movie couple.

Mussels. Food poisoning.

It's brutal.

That's exactly it. It's not the season.

Mr. Lévy, the insurance doctor is here. I'll keep you updated.

Mrs. Horstig just arrived. I'll go.

10/5. It's too low.

But, well, with food poisoning…

I took pills.

I feel hopeless.

Well, a tranquilizer for now.

Don't take too many.

How many shooting days left?

I don't want to shoot anymore. Never again.

They're claiming insurance for the movie.

What a horrible word.

I'll prescribe a week's rest for you. I'm sending my report for the insurance.

Have a rest.

Try to clear your thoughts.

It'd be a shame to stop acting.

A shame for whom?

For me, for a start. I wouldn't see you anymore.

Thank you, Doctor.

Stay away from mussels, right?

Don't move. I'll get it.

Hello?

Sorry, Mr. Bécaud, she isn't well enough to talk.

I am!

Hello, my love?

Yes, I feel better.

Yes, I'll come.

I love you.

He's asking me to go on tour with him.

Évian, Geneva, Monte Carlo.

Good evening. I booked a room for two nights.

I mean, two days. Mrs. Mucel.

Absolutely. Welcome, Mrs. Mucel. We'll take you to your room.

Put this here.

-Here. Thanks. -Thanks, madam.

I love you.

I'm off.

Bertrand will get you at 7:00 p.m. You'll go backstage.

The show is at 8:00 p.m. And then…

the night is ours.

Can I sit in the venue? I've never seen you sing.

We'll put a seat near the lighting desk. Okay?

Okay. See you soon.

GILBERT BÉCAUD FEATURING THE SWINGING BOYZ' ORCHESTRA

It's starting?

Stay here. I'll come and get you.

But the show… Gilbert promised me.

There's champagne. Hazelnuts.

There you go. See you soon.

You hear them? They're out of control.

I sang for you tonight.

Gilbert!

See you soon.

So, sorry, Brigitte, just a few minutes. Don't come out. There will be people.

A few minutes. He'll be here.

-There's champagne… -Yes.

Champagne? Okay. I'll pour it.

There you are!

Thank you so much for coming.

The audience was incredible.

How are you, Janine? It's been a while.

Thank you so much.

We're going to Chez Arlette. You know it?

-Amazing. -Yeah?

-Yes! -Let's go.

Hey!

Anyone here?

Hey!

Brigitte! I looked for you everywhere.

Is this a joke?

No, there were journalists backstage. We'll have to be careful.

The coast is clear. The car is in front.

Gilbert is waiting for you. It's snowing a bit.

-It's there? -Yeah.

I don't want to park too close.

I'll tell Gilbert you're here.

CHEZ ARLETTE

What's that racket?

Do you know what time it is?

-Do you want me to call the police? -What a good idea!

Idiot.

Give me that.

The beautiful blonde…

Don't stay alone, madam!

So, do you want to party with us?

It's her! Guys, it's her! It's B.B.!

-What? -Brigitte Bardot!

-Brigitte Bardot? -Yes!

You first.

Unbelievable. People are going to be jealous.

Will you come to the party with us?

I don't know. Maybe.

-Yeah? -I don't know.

-For Monique. -For Monique.

-Who is Monique? -My fiancée.

-Your fiancée. Congratulations. -Thanks.

Sorry, I wouldn't have called them if I had known.

Thank you.

It's not a problem.

-For my little Marcel. -Marcel.

He's completely in love with you.

Marcel.

For Claude. My apologies. I hadn't recognized you.

It's no problem.

-Here, Claude. -Thank you.

That's Gilbert Bécaud!

-There! In front of the restaurant! -It's him!

Gilbert! Come!

-Crazy. -It's been two hours.

No, not two hours, two days.

Two nights! Two months I have been waiting.

Come! What are you afraid of?

-We're among friends here. -Yes.

You recognized him?

It's him, right? It's Gilbert Bécaud.

-Yeah. -Come!

-It's him. -They're your audience.

-They're waiting for you. -Bécaud, Bardot?

You're too much of a coward.

Go fuck yourself, Gilbert.

There's no water, no electricity.

But look at that.

It's like being on a boat.

It's very wild. There's a lot of work to be done.

I thought of you right away.

I know you've been looking for somewhere hidden.

I found my dream house.

In Saint-Tropez.

It's at the world's end.

It reminded me of the cabin I was so happy at with Jean-Lou.

I'm home.

I'll take you there as soon as you feel better.

It's hidden at the end of a bumpy path. A little paradise.

Away from the masses.

It'll be very simple.

A bit of furniture, mosquito nets…

Animals will be able to run free in the garden.

I'll put a deckchair out on the sand for you.

We'll watch the sun set over the sea together.

Come.

You're still trying to hide.

Brigitte, Mom says you shouldn't tire him too much.

Twist in Saint-Tropez

Yeah, it's part of the atmosphere In Saint-Tropez

This is where they begin

All the dance styles Popular for holidays in France

Twist in Saint-Tropez

We're always ahead of the times In Saint-Tropez

Vadim and Brigitte, Sacha are leaving us

-About time! We've been waiting for hours! -Absolutely!

We're starving!

-How are you? -Hi!

-How are you, friends? -Good!

Félix, this is my body double, my friend, Peggy.

Nice to meet you.

-You're here! Give me a kiss. -Yes.

Peggy is living with us, so…

-I came. -That's good.

So?

We're shooting in two months. I'm pleased.

He's a bit "white teeth, fresh breath."

He's good, you know.

He played with Lionel Hampton, Dizzie Gillespie when he was in the US.

-Cheers. -I'm already in love.

Slow down. It's not even been two days.

It'll be two nights tomorrow.

-I have a weakness for musicians. -I have had my share, thanks.

You cast Jean-Louis for Les Liaisons dangereuses?

You're not a resentful person.

Brigitte, yesterday he played guitar on the patio for us.

It was wonderful.

-You're a singer? -I'm a musician.

So, who would like some tarte tropézienne?

-Me! -Me.

No, thank you.

Anyway, Raoul, I know what you think. We'll never agree.

Stop it, Christine.

Better the general than these political no-hopers.

You will see.

You will see once we have a dictatorship in France.

-My brother-in-law told me-- -Enough with Mitterrand.

Where was he during the war?

-I was in the Royal Air Force! -And he was in the Resistance, asshole!

Come, Roger, we're going. Brigitte. Sorry.

-Christine, don't go! -Christine!

What did you do, Raoul?

-Brought the Babette script. -Will it be funny?

She gave husbands a hard-on. Now she wants to delight kids.

Well, yes!

-Come! -No!

-When is Peggy coming back? -I don't know.

She's the double for someone in something…

If I were her, I wouldn't leave you alone. Not even for a shoot.

Do you want a ride?

Bye.

See you soon.

-Bye. -Bye.

It was good, right?

Let's meet tonight?

Please, I don't want Peggy to be upset.

We forget, okay?

Please.

Don't worry. There's nobody yet.

-Fancy a coffee? -Yeah.

Five bedrooms. Soon seven. It's changed so much since two years ago.

-Thanks to you. -Because of me, you mean.

We're not complaining.

Are you okay?

I'm done with married men.

With married men, all you do is wait. In like a godsend, out like a thief.

Now it's going to be where and when I want.

Enzo!

You came back?

You're staying with your uncle?

He's Palmyro's nephew.

-Strange guy. -Hello!

Well, you woke up early!

Like Brigitte.

-Have the croissants been delivered? -Not yet.

See you later.

I feel good here.

People leave me alone.

I feel free.

I love my little house.

How are you?

-Nice journey? -Good. Yes.

-Yeah? -Yes.

Do you mind if Sacha sleeps with me at the Madrague?

Just for a few days?

-Is he not okay at the Ponche? -They're full.

But after that, we will go on a romantic trip together.

Well, some people are arriving on Saturday evening.

I promise we will be gone by Saturday.

I can't do it.

You're all I've been thinking about.

I'm going insane, Brigitte.

With Peggy, it's not important.

I like her, but…

I'm not in love.

I'll talk to her.

There you go.

It's done.

It was nothing. It was an accident, a mistake.

I beg you, Peggy, forgive me.

Stay! It's too bad. It's too sad!

I've never meant to hurt you.

You will always be alone, Brigitte. You don't give a damn about anyone else.

Men, your family, your friends. You don't give a damn.

You think you're generous?

You only want to be loved! You! It's always you!

Then you dump people like trash!

You'll always be alone.

Your fans are right.

You're a real bitch!

Yeah, beat it!

Get out of here!

This is my home!

I'm tired of being insulted!

I'm tired of being judged!

I'm free! This is my home!

If you don't like what I am,

you can fuck off too!

-Come here, sweetie. -Fuck off!

Everybody! I don't want to see you!

This is my home! I'm free!

Get lost! Everybody!

Dear Brigitte, thank you for giving this interview

during your Saint-Tropez holiday.

-You've become a literary character. -Really?

-Yeah. -I didn't know.

-Marguerite Duras is talking about you. -Marguerite Duras?

She calls you the embodiment of the French woman.

That you're the biggest movie star in the world.

Well, that's nice!

She calls you a dangerous child-like woman,

threatening all marriages.

-Others say that you're indecent. -I'm not indecent.

I'm like any girl you see in the streets.

Because all the girls want to look like you.

Other actresses wear jewels,

gorgeous outfits.

They dress up as femmes fatales.

You only have to wear a simple dress,

to walk barefoot,

and to arrange your hair any which way to look like me.

Roland Barthes said,

"She's not lewd. She's indecent."

What do you think?

Freed, yes.

But not free.

I can't go to the movies, the restaurant anymore.

People think I belong to them. The press too.

Sometimes I feel like an open book, written by all.

Raoul Lévy says you earn more cash for France than the Renault Group.

Well, you should ask Gen. de Gaulle.

Hello.

-How are you? -Good, you?

-Yes. -Please come in.

-Did you receive my bikinis? -The bikinis, yes.

I think you'll like this, Brigitte. Look.

They've cleaned me out.

The little stripey bustier you wore in a picture last week?

I've had dozens of orders.

Your bikinis, there you go.

Put this in a bag. I'll bring them back if they don't fit.

Very well.

I'll try this one right away.

Okay.

It's Brigitte Bardot!

-She's so beautiful! -Come on!

Brigitte!

Give her space!

Whore!

Step back, please!

A kiss, Brigitte!

-Get lost! -You bitch!

Don't show your ass!

Step back.

You whore!

Get out!

Go back home!

Slut!

Get dressed, you whore!

Slut!

Dirty whore!

You fucking Parisian!