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I found my dream house.
I'm at home.
-You can stay here tonight? -Yes.
I'm not on duty.
-It's Gilbert Bécaud. -Are you joking?
You're never here, Jean-Louis. I feel so alone.
There. Your cabin on the water.
You learn your lines by heart.
You get to the set on time.
I have been waiting for you for two hours, for two months.
Go fuck yourself, Gilbert.
I'm done with married men.
Enzo.
Alain.
Félix, this is my body double, my friend, Peggy.
You will always be alone. You don't give a damn about anyone else.
I'm tired of being insulted!
I'm tired of being judged!
I'm free! This is my home!
THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
Well!
What are you doing here, sweetie?
You're hiding?
I'm hiding because I'm ugly.
Do you know what beauty is?
Well, it's Mom. It's Mijanou.
No. You're wrong. It's much more complicated than that.
Beauty is…
There. An old window shutter which lets the sun in.
A smile which brightens up one's eyes.
With glasses and braces?
Show me.
Close your mouth.
Because your braces will soon end up in the trash.
There. I see a very pretty little girl.
-Why was I born, my Boom? -I have one good reason.
You were born for me to love you.
My Boom…
How can I live without your love?
I know how to live without you.
I haven't been visiting you often since…
since I have been running around like a hunted animal.
I'm shooting…
I'm going in circles.
I shun myself.
But I have decided now.
I'll stop. I can't take it anymore.
She needs to work. It'll…
We have already agreed on four movies. I'm worried. She needs to rest too.
-Are you joking? -You didn't know?
You know what Raoul is like: Be brave, run away.
I also have a project for her. She needs to work.
You really are a bastard.
Be more precise?
I'm not shooting Babette anymore.
Roger! Come on.
What?
I've never loved a man more than him.
Love Is My Profession represented France at the Venice Film Festival.
Brigitte Bardot arrived with her new fiancé, Sacha Distel.
The jury gave the Silver Lion to The Lovers by Louis Malle,
the Volpi Cup for Best Actor to Anthony Quinn,
and that of Best Actress to Sophia Loren for The Black Orchid.
But the unquestionable star of this festival truly was Brigitte,
and the gondolas swayed for our own B.B.
There. Here is Babette's new version.
Oury changed everything. It's like night and day.
-Isn't he an actor? -He writes now. Very talented.
Stay away from him. Please.
That one is cute.
-So this is Charrier. -The up-and-coming actor.
-You haven't seen Carné's Young Sinners? -Not yet.
That one is really interesting.
Good face. Pretty mouth.
-Worth a look. -He's shooting right now.
-With a young guy. The same group. -Who?
Jean-Luc something… His first movie.
Why are you only introducing me to old filmmakers?
I'm 24. Am I already too old for the young ones?
They all dream of meeting you.
Yes, well, meeting me… More like looking at me like I'm a circus freak.
The New Wave… Do they think I'm already at the Grévin Museum?
Waves come and go.
Look at Carné.
He's almost 60, and his movie about young people is a triumph.
What's his actor's name again?
Jacques Charrier. Tell me what you think of him.
A war movie and a comedy. That's not been done often.
SAINT-MAURICE STUDIO, 1959
And the first Bardot movie that's suitable for all.
Kids are important. My Marco Polo will be for kids too.
The other day on TV, you said
that Brigitte Bardot was more famous than the Mona Lisa.
You can't expect me to believe everything I have made up about this girl.
You know, Jean, TV scares me.
TV will kill cinema.
You'll see what a mess it'll be once we have five TV channels,
and the viewer will be able to switch and pick.
I bought the rights to Zazie dans le Métro from Gallimard.
-Queneau went for everything I had. -Is money important to you?
I hate two things. To be asked for money and to be refused money.
-Ciao, ragazzo! -Ciao, Raoul.
Dino, this is Jean Cau.
He's investigating the art of fraud, pushing the limits of legality.
The photograph is coming this afternoon.
I'm going to the dentist. The only place I can rest.
-Hi, Mr. Lévy. They're shooting. -Hi.
Why are you so nice?
Because no one has ever been so nice to me.
-Not even boys? -Cut!
It's cut, thanks!
This is Jean Cau. He was secretary to Sartre. Yes.
L'Express. A four-page report. Six?
-Hello. -Hello.
Can I ask you a few questions?
Raoul? I can talk about him for hours. He changed my life.
-She'll reproach me for it. -It is a reproach.
Raoul thinks I belong to him. Right?
Absolutely.
Anyway, this movie is a joy.
It's light, happy. I have a lovely partner.
Jacques? Come.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Did you see Young Sinners? -Of course.
He plays a lieutenant. His dad is a colonel.
That's why he's a bit uptight.
And I'm from the country.
-Ms. Bardot, we are ready for the rest. -Thanks.
Don't be so shy. Journalists are important.
I'm not naive. I'm not shy. And I know what I want.
She's going to eat him alive.
I need my shirt.
He's coming!
-Sacha! -Sacha, please!
Sacha, a photo!
Mr. Distel!
-Hello. -Here. Thanks.
-Sacha, please? -Mr. Distel!
A smile, please, Sacha!
-I'm well. How are you? -Good.
Sacha!
Be careful. They're usually at the main door, but you never know.
Yes.
Surprise!
Overnight train.
I'll get you a cup.
You don't kiss me?
Fancy a coffee?
Marseille? A triumph.
Saint-Étienne? A riot. In Lille, they had to call the police.
There were 50 girls shoving one another at the stage door.
"Sacha!"
-You're already leaving? -I'm shooting a movie, remember?
What's the issue?
You show up… Your shows, your girls in heat…
Saint-Étienne, Marseille… Isn't that thanks to me?
-But I tell everyone. -That's for sure.
Brigitte this, Brigitte that.
And I'm here. All alone.
Exhausted. Sad. And you don't care.
You only care about your tour.
Your apples, your pears, your scoubidous!
Sacha, Sacha! And what's that?
Look! Two idiots.
With idiotic smiles. Did you ask for my permission?
You're so pretty. I thought…
You thought? You thought of me. That's new.
Vadim warned me. "Brigitte is gifted at infidelity."
But bad faith? You surprised me.
Rumors travel, even to Marseille.
What rumors? Nonsense.
Go shoot, Brigitte. Don't worry. I'll be gone when you come back tonight.
Apples, pears, and scoubidous!
Nice teeth, but honestly… For once, I agree with Olga.
-He was a very good musician. -Was?
Anyway, musicians, artists, to start a family…
Who talked about starting a family?
And you still thought about my birthday. I'm touched.
Forty-five years old. I'm struggling to believe it.
But, yes, I'd love a grandson. I've only had girls.
You're way too young. Me too.
No. I was 22 when you were born. 25 for Mijanou.
Please, keep your dreams of being a grandma for Mijanou.
I'm sure she won't disappoint you.
As for me, I wouldn't know what to do with a child.
The council of ministers met following the president's statement.
The opposition made itself heard.
On the regroupement camps for the Algerian prisoners,
Prime Minister Michel Debré denounced a disparagement campaign
by the Communist Party.
Meanwhile, we have learned that the number of draftees to Algeria
went over the symbolic mark of 400,000 sol--
They're going to call you up. How awful.
-The son of a colonel too. -What's your mother saying about it?
My mom is a colonel's wife.
-Let's go back, please. I'm too nervous. -You'll love them. They'll love you.
They'll look at me like I'm a circus freak.
"So, my son is sleeping with Bardot?" "My brother is sleeping with B.B.?"
It'll come out. You know it.
So, if my mom's neighbor brings her France Dimanche,
at least she can tell her,
"My son loves a lovely, funny, and simple young woman
who isn't at all like the femme fatale in the newspapers."
You told them you loved me?
It's the first time I've brought a girl home.
I love you too.
Soon after Jacques was born, Joseph was transferred to Tunisia.
There you go.
Brigitte.
The shank. Well-done or rare?
Well-done. Thank you.
As soon as we reached Germany, Jacques developed bronchitis.
-That was a while ago, Mom. -He's always been fragile.
Mama's boy.
-You were in the Resistance? -Yes, I joined de Lattre.
And on August 15, 1944, I liberated Saint-Tropez.
Can I have an orthography later?
How many movies have you shot?
About 20. But I only said three words for the first 15.
When my grandma watched The Grand Maneuver, she sneezed.
So she missed me.
As a kid,
a visit to the Jardin d'Acclimatation was an adventure.
I'd go with my grandpa.
I loved him. My parents were very strict.
That's why Brigitte is so well-mannered.
We'll take you there.
-Yes. -I won't.
I won't go anymore. I hate to see caged animals.
-Where's the bathroom? -Come.
Excuse me.
Thanks.
What anguish, every month.
But what happiness when we hear a baby is on the way.
I struggled for Philippe. I had to wait for almost two years.
-There. -No tampon?
I heard that they're very bad. The safety pins are there.
It reminds me of my first period.
-Do you work, Evelyn? -Two sons is work.
-You'll see. -I don't think so.
-Sorry? -Nothing.
-Thanks. -I'll leave you to it.
-She's really lovely. -And smarter than I thought.
-The issue… -There's an issue?
-You're 22, Jacques. -And she's 24. What's the issue?
You've known each other for two months. You're sensitive. You get carried away.
-The whole world is thrilled. -But she loves me.
Maybe so, but, well, she's unstable. Everyone knows it.
Mom, Dad, please.
Don't believe everything people talk about!
Brigitte is an honest, fragile, young woman.
You're fragile too. Your career is just starting.
You'd mentioned a movie with an important filmmaker.
-Yes. -René Clément.
Purple Noon. I got the part.
Well done!
Don't worry about me.
Brigitte loves me. She wants to start a family.
-To step away from cinema. -Really?
She had an unhappy childhood.
She needs to feel loved. One needs to know her.
Don't worry about me. I'm very happy.
That's good.
That's very good. Your hand on your chin.
-Like that? -Yeah.
Gorgeous look.
Crossed legs.
Very pretty.
Another with your profile.
-So… -Yeah, like that.
Seven children in three rooms, in the summer in Naples.
We were a bit hot.
-They all stayed there? -With my mother.
-My father died young. -Yeah?
The docks are hard.
My sister encouraged me to leave.
What about your sister? Do you like her?
There you go. I was wondering how long you'd fight the urge.
You interest me.
You have such a unique look.
-What is the movie called? -Until the Last One.
I play a horsewoman. A small part, but…
Is she jealous? B.B.?
You're younger. Prettier.
And you're not trying to look like her. Like all the girls.
Let's talk about you.
Do you have a boyfriend?
Maybe I'm being nosey.
I have nothing to hide.
It must be awful to have to hide.
Brigitte is badly affected by it.
Everybody knows she's with Sacha Distel.
-Sacha? -No one cares anymore.
No. That's ancient history.
Sacha consoled himself quickly. I should know.
That was the last shot for Mr. Jacques Charrier!
-Well done! -Thanks a lot.
Next shot.
Hello, Toty.
-Is the last day of a shoot emotional? -It's a bit of a heartache, yes.
-Coffee? -Sure.
Your father is a colonel, isn't he?
-Sugar? -Two.
-Did Brigitte tell you about Montpellier? -No. Montpellier?
Yes, my father was transferred. My parents have been living there.
My sisters, my brothers.
-They all loved Brigitte, of course. -I'm happy for her.
Brigitte has always been drawn to boys who didn't appeal to me.
-My tastes are a bit classical. -You find me classical?
You seem stable, in any case.
Education matters.
A stable family. Brigitte needs that. A man who protects her.
-She's quite childlike. -That's part of her charm.
She has so much of it.
But in real life,
one must learn to grow up, right?
I'll try.
To protect her.
Tonight is too dangerous.
Dangerous for whom? For what?
Not tonight, please.
You want it as much as I do.
Yes, I want it.
It will be a boy. I can feel it. I know it.
You're talking nonsense. It isn't funny.
It's Brigitte Bardot.
DATE: 04-12-1959
What are you going to do to this rabbit?
We'll inject your urine into her.
If her ovaries become inflamed, it means you're pregnant.
-You're going to open her up? -Well, yes.
Will you stitch her back up?
That wasn't part of the plan.
I've never been asked before.
-Did you see the outrage? -The kid won't hold on very long.
If only you knew.
He's got the looks of a romantic actor, but he's a very self-assured young male.
The Bardots love him. Guess what he told me the other day?
Brigitte dreams of a family and "giving it all up."
That's the last thing we need!
The first 50 pages.
It's wonderful. Did you mention it to her?
-Are you sure Clouzot wants her? -He dreams of it.
No curveballs, Raoul. Tell me the truth. I don't want this freak to manipulate her.
That's the truth.
It'll be a masterpiece.
Stop acting like a Jewish mother! Yes, I know you're not Jewish.
I still love you.
We looked at the rabbit's ovaries under the magnifying glass.
-We noted the presence of hCG. -HCG?
The pregnancy hormone.
Three days after the injection of your urine into the rabbit,
she started ovulating.
You're pregnant, madam.
-Is it 100% sure? -100%… But this test is very reliable.
If you'd like, we could do another rabbit.
Sorry?
We could inject your urine in another…
-Where is she? -Who?
The rabbit.
We had to remove her ovaries, but she's doing well.
This is unusual. You insisted so much.
At least you won't get pregnant.
It's Brigitte!
Brigitte, a photo with the rabbit!
A few words for our readers? For the press, please, Brigitte?
Brigitte, a few words?
-Brigitte, please? -A few words!
I can't wait to meet him.
Very well. See you tomorrow, René.
I'm meeting with Delon tomorrow.
-Who? -The other actor. My partner.
Sissi's fiancé.
Two months in the Mediterranean, six weeks on a sailboat.
This movie is the chance of a lifetime.
What's that?
You're crying? What happened?
What happened was…
I found it in the Trocadéro gardens.
It was injured. It saddened me.
Alain, come!
-I mean, she was injured. It's a girl. -How do you know?
I can recognize boys.
And I can recognize a girl…
Did they get bigger? It's a good sign.
Don't get excited. I'm on my period.
Are you sure?
I'm sure about nothing.
Sometimes, I even think, "Why not?"
Shall we leave?
SEVEN YEARS EARLIER
What's going on? Open up!
Open the door!
Brigitte. What is it? What happened?
-She's hemorrhaging. -What?
A hemorrhage! Take her to the hospital. They'll do what's necessary.
I don't want trouble!
You knew the risks.
I'd rather be frank with you, Ms. Bardot.
You won't find anyone willing to perform an abortion on you.
-You're untouchable. The smallest-- -Please, Adrien.
We're friends. We've known each other since…
-There's no risk if it's done correctly. -Not for me. I'd be risking my career.
I could end up in prison. I'm sorry.
I saw a first edit, Jacques…
You're terrific.
Because on-screen, opposite Brigitte, one has to be great.
I'm pleased.
Actually, not just on-screen.
The Clément movie will be good for you.
-When are you leaving? -This summer.
One should travel, discover the world, flirt around.
Have you heard of Marco Polo?
More or less. China, spaghetti, right?
It's a wonderful character.
From Venice, the 13th century. A colossal project. We'll talk about it.
When he discovered China, he was 17.
-How old are you? -Twenty-two.
You have a great career ahead of you.
If you handle it right.
-I'll try to pick the right movies. -Yes, choices.
Movies, agents, women.
For an actor, what matters is freedom.
Is Brigitte well?
Be careful.
I've known that kid for a while. She's a danger to the public.
I love her, but I've kept my distance from her.
Can I give you a piece of advice? Stay away.
You're a butterfly.
When butterflies get too close to the light, their wings get burned.
Thanks for the advice.
But the next time you talk about Brigitte like that, I'll punch you in the face.
You're locked in a cage with a beast, and you don't even know it!
-How did he react? -Like a little provincial idiot.
The son of a colonel. He will ruin us.
You can get dressed.
-So? -I'd say five to six weeks.
-Isn't it too late? -No, but we shouldn't wait.
You know her? It'll be done correctly?
A lot of my patients went there. They're good.
It's a private clinic between Lausanne and Geneva. It's expensive, but…
It's unfair for those who can't afford it.
And for those risking their lives on an old kitchen table. I've been there.
I'll get the train tickets. I won't leave you alone.
We'll spend the night in Geneva and come back the next morning.
-What am I going to tell Jacques? -We're in Rome.
-To meet Visconti, De Sica… -Peggy?
-What are you doing here? -I was operated on yesterday.
Nothing much. A cyst.
It's been a while.
-I'm so happy to see you. -Me too.
I'll leave you. I'll call tonight.
Promise me not to say a thing?
-If the press-- -They will hear about it.
No! Even Jacques doesn't know.
-Especially Jacques. -What are you going to do?
I don't want this child.
I'm not ready. I don't think I'll ever be.
That boy seems nice.
Would you be free for Come Dance with Me?
We'll start again?
Of course. When are you shooting?
In two months.
Everything will have gone back to normal.
You're the slut, right?
No answer, but I recognized you. Aren't you ashamed, you whore?
-Please. -Aren't you ashamed?
Aren't you ashamed of exciting men with your tits? With your ass?
With your stupid bitch pouts?
-Stop it. -I'll kill you, whore!
You'll see.
I'll find you, you bitch! Slut! I'll find you!
-Brigitte? -A photo, Brigitte?
-Please? -A photo, please?
-Brigitte? -Please, not now!
-A photo? -Brigitte, please!
My darling?
-I… -Dad…
This is so sweet.
I was going to leave it at your door. I didn't want to disturb.
And there's this. A little poem. There.
What's wrong?
Why are you crying?
What's going on?
-My darling. -Dad.
I'm expecting a child.
But that's amazing.
You're expecting? That's amazing! Don't cry.
That's wonderful.
I can't lie anymore.
Lie to whom? Why? Why lie?
Come on. Come here, my little girl.
We'll have to get married or they'll call me a slut again.
We'll get married for love.
It's the most beautiful thing.
This baby is a godsend. It's in here.
In your tummy I love so much.
You're the love of my life.
I promise I'll protect you from them.
We'll be a family.
And I won't let anyone hurt us.
Do you believe me?
Yes, my love. You're right.
So, you've found your dream house?
Except for your France-Dimanche spies hiding outside my door.
I tell Pierre off, but it's useless.
The paper has been a hit since he took over.
A bit thanks to you.
You have some nerve.
With you on the cover, they sell twice as many copies.
That's a bit thanks to Hélène. How old were you for your Elle cover?
Fourteen.
Centuries.
Put muzzles on your dogs. They'll destroy the kid.
What's for dinner?
They asked for a delivery address. I said, "I'll pick it up myself."
"The food, the wedding cake." The order is under my name.
Yes, they were surprised… Potel et Chabot.
I prefer Dalloyau, but your mom loves their chicken in sauce.
Yes, about 20 people.
No, no flowers. Florists are chatterboxes. Too dangerous.
Don't worry. We'll make it. See you tomorrow, Brigitte.
-What's this mystery? -It's for work.
-Tell me. -No. It's extremely confidential.
I have ways of making you talk.
See you tonight.
Hello? It's Enzo. I've got a scoop.
Well, hold off wrapping up. It'll be on the front page.
-I'm going to check everything's okay. -Okay. See you later.
Really!
-He's so stubborn. -He didn't want to listen.
-I told him it wouldn't work. -I want to help him, but…
Brigitte, open up.
Open!
What's going on?
Hang on.
Let me.
Brigitte, it's Dad.
Listen. I talked to the City Hall people.
There's a back door. They'll wait for us. They'll let us in.
Mom, you tell them
that I won't get married while a wild mob is after me.
-You heard what they said? -They don't realize.
-They didn't publish the seating plan. -And for what result?
You don't know what they're capable of. It's beyond me.
Brigitte, open up. This is childish.
Pilou! Leave us alone!
Stop it with your sermons. Keep quiet.
Childish? He's such an idiot at times.
-I don't want to get married. -We can cancel. Postpone it.
I never want to get married.
-That's impossible. -Why?
-I don't mind being an old spinster. -What about an unmarried mother?
I don't want this child.
It scares me. It terrifies me.
All women get scared.
We're all scared.
You'll be a wonderful mom.
Am I trapped?
Yes.
The husband is the head of the family.
He takes on this role in the common interest
of the couple and the children.
Article 215…
Article 215.
The husband picks the principal residence.
The wife has to live with him, and he has to welcome her.
What's going on?
Get the hell out of here!
-Get out! -A photo!
Please!
Move! Let us do our job!
-This way! -Let us do our job!
Enough! Come on! Get out!
We'll find a way, honey. I promise.
This is unbelievable!
Get out!
Mr. Jacques Émile Joseph Charrier,
do you take…
Go on, Mr. Mayor.
Do you take Ms. Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot to be your wedded wife?
-Yes. -Brigitte Anne-Marie Bardot.
Do you take Jacques Émile Joseph Charrier
-to be your wedded husband? -Yes.
In the name of the French Republic, I pronounce you husband and wife.
Please, a photo!
And the wedding rings?
Enough!
-Please! -Brigitte! Jacques!
Come on.
It's opening!
-Hello. -Hello.
Congratulations!
-Hello. -Brigitte!
-Thank you! -Over here!
She's very beautiful.
Why such a rushed wedding?
We wanted to have some peace, but someone betrayed us.
We thought we could have a quiet wedding in Louveciennes.
Something private, as a family, but that wasn't possible.
Dear Brigitte, do you think that the woman should obey her husband?
When one is in love, one obeys.
A young couple thinks of the future. What's in your future plans?
Be together as much as possible.
I'll follow Jacques wherever.
You said you wanted peace. You're having a honeymoon in Saint-Tropez.
The most fashionable village.
-Why not abroad? -Abroad? It's worse than here.
I love my house so much. Isn't it pretty?
Very pretty. I struggled to find it.
-Good! -Good.
What about children? Do you want any?
Yes, plenty. But it isn't time yet.
We both have movie projects.
I'm shooting Come Dance with Me in a few days in Nice.
Jacques? You also have a nice shoot coming up?
Very soon.
Purple Noon by René Clément. With another young actor, Alain Delon.
A fascinating story. A wonderful part. It's mostly set on a sailboat.
-I wish you both the best. -Thank you.
Brigitte?
You disappeared. I was worried. Why didn't you say anything?
I'm scared. I'm lost.
I can't stand being alone.
You aren't really alone.
You'll see, in a few months, whatever you do, wherever you go,
you'll think, "My child is waiting for me."
How dreadful.
I'll be here for you! For you both.
You can't leave me. Not one second.
But I won't be far! I'll be there.
I'll come back as soon as I have a few days off.
I can't stay alone while I'm expecting.
It's beyond me.
I…
Brigitte, you'll be shooting too.
This movie is very important for me. It's the opportunity of a lifetime.
More than your child?
-No, but… -You were the one who wanted this child.
Now you clear off?
You let me get big on my own? Throw up on my own?
I can't sleep. I'm terrified. The fear is killing me.
And you're going to be on a boat for months?
-I can't even call you? -You can!
I could do something stupid.
I won't make it. Not without you.
JACQUES CHARRIER AND HIS SON WON THEIR LAWSUIT AGAINST BRIGITTE BARDOT
FOR THE WAY SHE PRESENTED THEIR RELATIONSHIPS AND HER PREGNANCY
NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED DURING THIS SHOOT
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