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So this is Charrier.

You haven't seen Young Sinners?

You shouldn't be so shy.

Journalists are important.

She'll eat him alive.

Rumors travel fast, even to Marseille.

What rumors?

Nonsense.

-Stop. -I'll kill you, whore!

She wants to start a family.

To distance herself from cinema.

You're pregnant, madam.

Is it 100% sure?

I don't want this child, Mom.

Hello? This is Enzo. I've got a scoop.

You're locked in a cage with a beast, and you don't even know it!

You're a butterfly.

When butterflies get too close to the light…

You can't leave me. Not for one second, Jacques.

I won't make it. Not without you.

THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

More, go on.

-You should be careful with the baby. -I said, go on.

Did we receive the new bras?

-I can't breathe with that one. -Yes. C cups. They're here.

I loosened the stitching of all the costumes.

I'm disgusting.

A real whale.

-You've never been prettier. -Keep that spiel for old or ugly women.

Did they guess?

The crew talks to you.

-I send them packing. -So, everyone knows?

Look at me. I'm like a sausage in a corset.

Jacques is going to love it. They're all mad about big tits.

Shut up. I don't want him here anymore.

But you begged him?

I'll be shooting. He'll pace around.

-Well… -Finish your sentence. You're annoying me.

You should've let him do his shooting.

It'd have been more relaxed.

I know.

I made a mistake.

Don't do this. It'll be the end of you.

-It's just a movie, Dad. -Really? What about your word?

-Isn't she shooting a movie? -You're going to ruin your career.

I mean, your reputation. A contract is a contract.

-When is the shooting? -In a few days.

You'll meet Brigitte in Nice.

You'll explain that you can't give this up just because she asked you to.

She didn't ask me to!

We agree on everything.

She'll look after the baby when it's here. I'll focus on my career.

Do you believe that?

I terminated my contract yesterday.

There are three types of film directors.

The thieves, the rapists, and the bad ones.

I'm a rapist.

I like to break doors. It's no fun to just open them.

Right, Vera?

Brigitte is smart, you know.

She has an animal instinct.

A wild kitten you can't push around. She'll give you a hard time.

You like that, right?

You really think she can play that character?

Both predator and prey at the same time. She carries that ambiguity.

She's going to surprise you. You'll see.

And Jeanne Moreau?

She could embody that violence better than Bardot.

That treachery. That cruelty. Only matched by that of Henri-Georges.

You know her better than I do.

I'm about to start a movie with her and Jean-Paul Belmondo.

Vera hates Moreau. She looks too much like her.

Isn't that so?

You saw Brigitte in And God Created Woman?

That's my worry.

I'll show you Love Is My Profession. It was a huge success.

I'll give you a private screening.

Vera, I hope you'll join us too.

You will really discover an actress. Or else?

-Or else? -Or else we won't make the movie.

For me, The Truth, it's Clouzot and Bardot, or nothing.

Vera…

There are two kinds of producers. The players and the bad ones.

JULY 1959

They'll talk about this mambo as much as the one in And God Created Woman.

-I think Michel was pleased. -And Dario with his mustard-yellow suit?

One can tell you were a dancer.

-Who owns this house? -No idea.

Production handled it.

My feet are killing me.

You're here, my love!

-Hello, Jacques. -Hi, Jacques.

-Hello. -Hello!

-I'm going up. -Hello.

Come.

-You had a good journey? -Yes.

We shot the dance scene.

Poor Dario. Ten takes.

Twenty slaps.

Thank you.

Alain, please.

I wanted to dance barefoot.

I'm knackered. Exhausted.

I stopped in Villefranche. I booked a table for tonight.

A romantic dinner at the port.

Tonight?

Damn. I can't drink orange juice without throwing up.

Come here.

Come.

You're so handsome, my Jacques. Kiss me.

If you're too tired, I'd be happy with a meal tray.

Alain?

Please, ask Moussia to prepare a room for Jacques.

And a cuddle tonight. But I'll sleep alone, if you don't mind.

I don't want to wake you up every time I throw up.

Who is Moussia?

You'll see. She's perfect.

-Hello. -Hello.

A strawberry-flavored sparkling water.

ALAIN DELON AND MAURICE BONET, THE TWO RISING STARS OF FRENCH CINEMA,

HAVE STARTED SHOOTING "PURPLE NOON"

Try this.

Come.

You won't ever guess who Sacha's latest conquest is.

He's in Saint-Tropez with…

Mijanou.

Are you kidding?

Mijanou is dating Sacha.

-What time is the fireworks display? -10:00 p.m.

What is she doing here?

Mama Olga!

I'm so happy to see you!

Two hours late! A breakdown at the station in Toulouse!

-I thought I'd miss the fireworks display. -This is Moussia!

She's my nanny. And the baby's. She's an angel.

-Let me show you your room, Mrs. Horstig. -Of course.

I'll lead the way. You'll see, you'll have a great view.

-That's nice. -I found a cold one.

That's really nice. Thank you.

-For you. -Thank you.

And for me. There.

It's starting.

Here we go.

It's beautiful!

Bravo!

More!

Yeah!

I hadn't read such an impressive script for so long.

The part is wonderful.

And Clouzot is keen to shoot with you.

He wants to meet me? Are you sure?

I brought the script and the contract.

I said you were shooting.

Clouzot would be willing to come see you in Nice.

Who is coming to see you?

Clouzot. Can you imagine?

Apparently, his script is amazing. The Truth.

I brought it.

If you'd like to read it, Jacques?

You've been informed, Olga. Brigitte is pregnant.

Of course.

Brigitte shot four movies. Isn't that enough?

It isn't about me.

Yes, it's about you.

Jacques, this is a movie with Clouzot.

-For later. After. -Let me talk, Brigitte.

It's worrying you.

What if Brigitte enjoyed family life? If she wanted a second or a third child?

How terrifying!

Brigitte is your livelihood! You and everyone here!

Jacques. That's enough.

Is she going to live on your future contracts?

Stay out of my business.

-I don't need an old leech to find work. -Jacques, shut up. That's unacceptable.

Right? You're all scared. Babies, breastfeeding, big bellies.

If the star turns into a pumpkin, it isn't a fairy tale! You freeloaders!

Shut up, Jacques!

Stop it. Jacques, calm down.

-Careful! -Brigitte! Are you okay?

Brigitte.

I hate you!

I hate being your wife!

I hate being pregnant by you!

Get out of here, Jacques! I don't want to see you!

It'll be okay.

-Thank God, no leaks. -Thanks, Alain.

Hello, Toty. Good journey?

-Where's my daughter? -She's sleeping.

Would you like a coffee?

Tea. Earl Grey. Thank you, Tanine.

-You took the overnight train? -I woke up every hour. I'm worried sick.

A disfigured actress, a shoot under threat.

I'm not exactly relaxed either.

Yesterday, her cheek wasn't so swollen anymore.

-You're home late. -I need coffee.

Italians are tiring.

She got hit on by a guy three days ago.

I'll see if she's awake.

I like love with Italian men.

It feels like home.

Sorry, Mrs. Bardot. I hadn't seen you.

-Hello, Peggy. -Hello.

Did she talk to you? Is she ready for this breakup?

She won't talk to Jacques on the phone.

I've always seen right through this boy. He's immature.

He's misogynistic and narrow-minded.

-And I've never encouraged this wedding. -Better have Brigitte be a single mother?

People forget quickly.

She asked me to find a lawyer.

You really handle everything.

Since day one, I've been here for Brigitte when she needs me.

That's right.

Isn't it a bit rushed? You don't divorce after one fight.

VICTORINE STUDIOS

-You're disgusting! -He's here.

He's just arrived.

You asked for it!

Come. Here she is.

-Yes, here she is. -I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Clouzot.

Me too, my dear Brigitte.

Brigitte read the script.

Do you like this Dominique Marceau?

I don't know if I like her.

-I understand her. -I'm not surprised.

You're very similar.

It's a wonderful character.

Similar how?

She collects men. She's temperamental.

-Henri-Georges, please. -Let me talk, Olga.

Dominique Marceau doesn't like herself. Just like you.

Right?

You don't like yourself. But the issue is, the movie camera loves you.

You want her to be ugly?

Not ugly.

Broken.

A mistreated doll.

A doll into which you'll insert your pins.

That's exactly right.

Isn't she wonderful?

You're lucky, my love.

All the actors want to shoot with you. Except for me.

Why not?

He terrifies me.

They need you on set, Brigitte.

Mr. Boisrond takes priority.

Have you got someone for the boy?

I'm looking.

-Of course, Brigitte-- -I won't impose anyone on you.

You won't impose anyone on me.

Toffees, popsicles, chocolates!

DANGEROUS LIAISONS

-Well done. -Thanks, that's nice to hear.

-Good evening. -Evening.

How are you?

Hey!

-How are you? -Well. You?

I'll be right back.

It's you.

Honestly, Jacques.

To leave a woman for a movie, well… But to leave a movie for a woman?

Even Brigitte…

-Especially Brigitte. -Cheers.

-We'd have done anything for this part. -Okay, fine.

Whiskey, please. Two, actually.

Got a hall pass?

She's in Nice.

His wife came back?

Yeah. She comes. She goes. He takes her back.

He's very gracious.

Gracious or cynical?

You don't know Vadim.

He shoots people that are cynical, shameless, provocative,

but he's a softy.

Romantic, actually.

That casualness…

-I'm envious. -It saves him.

He has his struggles, just like everybody, but that casualness is a philosophy.

And everything is well.

He causes a scandal. Theaters are sold out.

Lucky him. He gave Jean-Louis a gorgeous role.

-Hats off to him for that too. -You!

Touch my sister again

and I'll rat you out to the press, you moron!

You messed up.

I lost my head.

-But Olga as an old leech… -Very good.

You talked to her?

She won't talk to me on the phone. I've lost hope.

You need to understand something.

Brigitte is terrified.

She's always been scared by the idea of a child.

-She's scared to death. -No, she's changed. I swear.

She wants this child. She told me. She wrote it to me.

It's these losers. These scroungers.

They get her worked up. They shut her away.

I can't even get through to her.

-Hello? -It's Vadim.

Do you know the time? Mrs. Brigitte is sleeping.

Wake her up. It's important.

Hello?

-Hello? -Hello, Brigitte?

It's you.

-It's so good to hear your voice. -I miss you.

I miss you too.

I love you.

I love you too.

-A child is tricky. We have proof? -It's a good tip.

If it's true, the press will go crazy. They'll kill us if it's wrong.

At worst, we'll say she had a miscarriage.

That'd be another scoop.

Show me the photos.

It doesn't show yet. Not even a little tummy.

Listen. Go back there.

-Try to see-- -She's back in Paris.

She's holed herself up. She doesn't go out.

Let me inquire.

Hélène? It's me.

Could you invite Brigitte for lunch on Sunday?

No, she's back in Paris.

With her husband, yes, of course.

See you tonight.

France is still facing a difficult, bloody problem.

Algeria.

We need to solve it!

We will do it like a great nation.

I consider it necessary

to proclaim this plea for self-determination today.

As for the date of the vote,

I will set it in due course,

but within four years

of peace having been restored.

I don't understand. Why four years?

Why wait for peace?

You won't leave if it stops.

Don't celebrate too soon.

We still have time to go get ourselves killed.

I've got the keys.

Moussia, come see!

Coming?

-I'm so eager to show you. -What is it?

You'll see. It's a great surprise.

Look how bright it is.

Two rooms. One bathroom.

One room for Moussia, one room for the baby.

And the family room. Your office.

-Which do you prefer, Moussia? -At first, I'll sleep in the baby's room.

There's even a balcony.

On Moussia's day off, Alain will be the nanny.

He's okay with it. Right?

You'll have a nice office. Bigger than our family room.

We'll have to go down one story to be in the baby's room?

It's perfect. We can visit whenever.

Visit?

Once it can walk, it'll come and visit us.

It'll come cuddle up to us.

Meanwhile, you'll raise it one visit at a time?

Our place is too small.

Or we need to move.

To leave my Paul Doumer which I love so much…

This apartment is a miracle.

I have money. We can buy it. Why are you sulking?

I left my iron on.

The baby alone in its bed, so far away from us?

You decide.

As long as you sleep in my bed, I'm happy.

Yes. No problem, Brigitte.

Maybe next Sunday?

Pierre will be disappointed.

It's been too long.

Yes.

Yes, but Americans are always one step ahead of us.

She broke out in hives. She wants to hide for a little while.

It's a go for the cover. "B.B. is expecting a baby."

Despite the recent statement by General de Gaulle,

the number of army conscripts increased again

during the start of fall 1959.

As soon as they are enlisted,

under the benevolent and watchful eyes of the senior officers,

our men go through an intense workout

as well as training in weapons handling.

Brave and devoted mothers, sisters, wives

support our men in their commitment to the national cause.

Once they have completed their training at our bases in mainland France,

these soldiers will join our troops

and take part in law enforcement in Algeria.

My love,

how many months without you?

Without sleep? Without love?

How many nights without your arms around me?

I hate this war.

I hate this army, abducting you for 32 months.

I hate this society, separating people who love each other.

I won't be able to live without you for so long, my love.

Come back. Let's go and hide away from this horrible world.

I hate it more and more every day.

I love you.

What if I went to see the general? I heard he likes me.

She's sleeping. She had her tranquilizer injection.

Tranquilizers? Pregnant?

She was screaming in pain all night long. Renal colic.

There's another one up there.

Better not leave this out.

Lucienne, you're here.

Raoul just came back from Peking. He brought this back for you.

Maybe one day, I'll be able to fit in it. Thank you.

Renal colic is very painful,

but even so…

-All these medicines… -Those bastards took him from me.

He's in the forces.

I thought… Raoul said you weren't together anymore.

Raoul always wants to know, to control everything.

How can you live with that madman?

-It's starting again. -It's the stone. One needs to drink a lot.

-When did he leave? -The day before yesterday.

I've lost all hope.

He must come back.

I feel so alone, Lucienne.

I can't go out.

They're everywhere. Did you see?

I need Jacques.

He must come back.

Alain.

I want an injection. Call the doctor.

But the baby…

They've already taken Jean-Louis.

We didn't get over it.

Jean-Louis was the love of my life. I ruined everything.

Doctor, it's Alain Carré.

I can't stand being alone.

I made a lot of mistakes because I can't stand being alone.

Alain, help me, please.

I'm going to try and go for a pee.

At ease.

I have just received this telegram.

It's your wife. She's in a bad way.

She's pregnant, Colonel. The child?

No mention of a child. It was a note from her doctor.

She's in a worrying mental state.

She's threatening to kill herself if you don't go back now.

Pacify your wife.

I'm granting you four days.

Beyond that, you'll be a deserter.

Thank you, Colonel.

I won't be able to bear three years without you.

I'd rather die.

Don't talk nonsense.

I'd rather die. You don't believe me?

There are two beating hearts. I hear them.

You don't have the right to say or to think such things.

I have done it before. You don't know what I'm capable of.

I know you aren't capable of hurting me.

Brigitte?

Are you mad?

Stop!

Let go! Are you out of your mind?

You took too many pills!

-Stop! -Let me!

Let me, I want to die!

-I have the right! -No! You don't have the right!

I'll do it again if you leave!

My love, calm down. I am here.

I swear, I won't leave again.

I promise I won't leave you.

Jacques, I'm scared.

Leave the room.

Call an ambulance. Tell them that there has been an accident.

-Wait! If they come too late-- -Leave, Brigitte!

Leave me alone, damn it!

Go away. And call.

It's here! Thank you.

He's going to die! It's my fault!

He did it for me!

He did it for us, and now he's going to die!

-No. -Yes!

This will relax her.

Come on, move!

Out of the way!

"Thousands of French families are scandalized."

"B.B.'s husband only stayed at the barracks for three days."

"He's been at the neuropsychiatric unit of Val-de-Grâce for one month."

The kid has got tricks up her sleeve.

She'll manage to get him discharged.

There's no more coffee.

Thank you.

"Is his nervous depression the expression of a refusal of shared destiny?"

"Or is this, as per Mauriac…" Even Mauriac is getting involved!

"Or is this, as per Mauriac, a pathetic, tragic event?"

"A spoiled, small-town young man

too content with fame, love, delusions,

who couldn't handle a violent wake-up call."

I'm leaning towards the pathetic, tragic event.

I know you have a soft spot for pathetic, tragic events.

Thank you.

You turn them into beautiful movies.

Mr. Charrier, your lunch.

I feel better. I can do it.

I can't leave them with you.

There are too many. I'll get the car. I'll wait at the back door.

See? She's there.

-Follow me. -Where is he going?

Where's Brigitte?

-Brigitte! -She's there!

Brigitte!

-Over there! -Brigitte, please!

Stop!

Brigitte, please!

Brigitte!

All of the rooms in the clinic were booked between December 15 and January 15.

Management thought that was odd. They investigated.

They realized that at least five of them were booked by people

who had never seen one of their gynecologists.

It'll be the same everywhere.

Rue du Belvédère is full of photographs. I saw at least three.

-We can't even go and see Jacques. -Thank you.

The first picture of the baby will be worth a lot.

It's disgusting.

-What's going on? -Are you okay?

-Are you injured? -No, I'm okay.

What's…

Here we go.

The siege has begun.

What's going on?

The scumbag has run off.

-Would you like some tea? -Yes, thanks, Mom.

We're out.

Anyway, a home birth is the only solution.

This is very worrying.

You can't give birth in a clinic which is rife with spies, you hear me?

It's Jacques who worries me the most.

I thought that he'd be out soon?

We saw him this morning. He's still fragile.

I told him. I shouldn't have.

That Albert Camus had died in a car accident.

He burst into tears.

Jacques will feel better once he's here. With me.

Brigitte,

Jacques needs quiet.

He's exhausted. All these medicines tired him out.

-We thought that… -He'll be able to rest here.

Anyway, we can't go out.

It'd be better if he spent some time in anonymity at home in Montpellier.

Far from the hubbub, all this pestering, this madness.

It'd be more peaceful for you. Think about it. It's not a bad idea.

Are you joking?

And as soon as the baby is born, you could come.

Do you think we did all of this just for me to give birth on my own?

All of this?

You all mind your own business. Let us live.

I will give birth where I want. Jacques will be near me, with me.

That's what he decided. What we decided.

I need him. He needs me. We don't need you.

You all go home.

To Montpellier. To Rue de la Pompe. Leave us alone.

-We're off. -I'll let Mr. Carré know.

-I'll walk you out. -Very well.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, move back.

No! Come on! Just one photo!

Don't touch me!

Let me work!

You move back.

That's enough. Leave me alone!

Brigitte!

Brigitte, please!

Over here!

-Brigitte! -One photo, please!

They'll look nice here.

This is a real state of siege.

The crowd is gathered there

as well as on the sidewalk next to the Royal Passy, where I am.

The most beautiful mom in the world has just given birth to Nicolas Charrier,

the most beautiful baby in the world.

The baskets of hyacinths which came through

will likely lose their pouches of sugared almonds soon.

But Brigitte will have given us all the picture of perfect motherhood.

It's better. What do you think?

Brigitte Bardot and Jacques Charrier were a couple overburdened

with the vicissitudes of a raucous fame.

They are now a family.

Nicolas will be a shield for their happiness, a kind of protection.

In the start of this year 1960, B.B. became much more than a star.

She's a fulfilled mom.

Yes, it's Jacques Charrier!

-He just walked into the Royal Passy! -Jacques!

They're questioning him! He's here!

-Champagne for everyone! -Is it a pretty baby?

Let's have a photo of the young dad.

So, how was the birth?

I'm very happy to let you know that Nicolas weighs 3.380 kg,

and that he's gorgeous!

Yeah!

Is the mom happy?

She's very happy. Everything went well. She's resting a bit.

Did you get discharged?

Please.

Let me be happy, just for today.

Did you agree on the name right away?

Dear no! Not at all. But I won.

-All the best! -Cheers!

Here's to you!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

-Yes. -That's very nice.

Get the flashes!

You're very pretty.

Perfect. We're ready.

Bring the baby.

There. Very good.

A look…

Brigitte, look at Jacques. Yes.

Very good. Perfect.

There you go.

Good. Kiss the baby's nose.

Kiss Baby's nose.

Yes, or his little hand.

Yeah, perfect.

Smile. Yes.

So, again, one last photo.

-Let's change… -That's enough.

Moussia? Take him.

Come here, my love.

JACQUES CHARRIER AND HIS SON WON THEIR LAWSUIT AGAINST BRIGITTE BARDOT

FOR THE WAY SHE PRESENTED THEIR RELATIONSHIPS AND HER PREGNANCY