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I terminated my contract.

You're here, my love!

You should have let him do his shoot.

You really think she can play that character?

For me, The Truth, it's Clouzot and Bardot.

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

Brigitte is your livelihood! You and everyone here!

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

I feel so alone, Lucienne.

Let me go! I want to die!

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

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

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

THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

In spite of your smile, your appearance, in spite of the money you're earning,

and all these girls imitating you more or less cleverly,

I know that the situation is more serious than people think

and that, in a way, the alert level has been exceeded.

Yes.

Your extravagant fate is especially surprising

because you didn't seek it.

No. It got out of hand all of a sudden. A bit like drowning, I think.

I'm very lucky. I worked.

-I managed to become Brigitte Bardot. -Worse than that, you became B.B.

What's your life like?

My life is like a big prison.

I never should've stopped him from shooting Purple Noon. What an idiot.

SPRING 1960

-He'll always be mad at me. -Rightly so. The movie's wonderful.

Delon and Ronet are exceptional. Everybody's fighting over them.

-But Jacques, honestly… -It'll be fine once he's back on his feet.

-He's cute. Talented. -With a lawsuit on his ass?

You didn't know?

Breach of contract. You can't ditch a movie like that. They're right.

Plus, a trip to the loony bin. The reputation of a deserter.

He won't be on the bill for a while.

And the kid? He's good?

He looks more and more like a retired colonel.

You'll be in Paris next week? Promise?

Reassure Clouzot. Tell him I'm practicing my lines nonstop.

-Really? -No!

Did you cool it down with Jeanne Moreau? Don't be an idiot. Lucienne might run.

You're trying to teach me about faithfulness? You?

Look who I found in the harbor!

-My Vadim! -How are you, friend?

-Christian! I didn't know you were here! -How are you?

Is your beloved secretary here?

-I have a synopsis to type. -Alain?

He's in Paris. He's in love.

-Jacques, how are you? -Good. You?

You look good. You bounced back.

-Sorry. -Christian! Come dance!

-Hello. How are you? -Good evening. Good.

Okay, all right. Right, flamenco.

-Hold my waist. -Okay, the waist.

Again. On the other side.

Dance. Like that. Look.

Your hand, your eyes…

Brigitte!

Turn around! The other side!

-What's going on? -I'm a bit worried.

Nicolas has a temperature.

-Nicolas has a temperature! -Give him some aspirin.

-Your son is sick. He needs you. -Leave me alone.

For once, I'm having fun. Leave me be.

I can't stand his touch anymore.

-Wait a bit. After a baby, it's-- -Never again.

He's capable of making me pregnant again.

I think I've turned frigid.

It's because of him.

-Did you check? -Not yet.

With you, everything was possible. Doors were open.

Whether the doors are open or closed, when someone doesn't love you anymore…

Are you unhappy?

Less than before.

She'd leave and come back.

I'm the one who doesn't want her back now.

Even with the kid. I manage fine on my own.

I shouldn't have gotten married.

Come on.

To divorce.

-To divorce. -There.

That's enough! There's a baby sleeping here!

Get the hell out of here! All of you!

Out!

You should leave.

Thank you all for coming.

I'm struggling, my little boy. I'm struggling to be your mom.

I feel like a baby too.

Laughing, crying.

Being moved here and there without understanding why.

I should have protected you when you were in my belly.

I was already struggling.

I'm going to try. I'm going to learn.

There are probably moms who know right away. But I don't know.

I promise you I'm going to try. With all my heart. All my love.

You may have guessed it. This isn't a real conductor.

As you'll see, he has five different faces.

In turns, he will take the face of the five actors

among which Henri-Georges Clouzot hopes to find Bardot's partner

in his upcoming movie, The Truth.

In order for Clouzot to decide,

B.B. made her first outing since Nicolas was born.

She was at the studio to shoot with each one of her potential partners

the tests which will determine their fates and maybe their careers.

Watch them.

-It's different with you. You're serious. -It's serious, kitten.

I love you.

You've got all the flaws in the world, but I love you. Do you have regrets?

I told you he was great.

It's different with you. You're serious.

It's serious, kitten.

I love you.

Can you leave us for a moment, please?

I'd like to be alone with Brigitte.

So? What do you think?

Jean-Paul Belmondo is sensual.

The last one… Sami Frey, right? He's mysterious.

Okay, but the girl?

The girl? Right, the girl!

She's pulling faces. Her intonation is wrong.

She barely knows her lines.

She needs to get it together.

I'm kidding, but not really.

I hate screen tests. I wasn't feeling well.

-Don't worry. On set, I'll be-- -You're wrong, Brigitte.

I got it, you know.

You didn't dare ask me for tests, but all those reverse angles on me…

Now you've decided.

You'll be able to look for another actress.

You're wrong, because you're perfect.

It's even better because you don't know it.

Sit down.

I'll admit something.

I dreamed of seeing you chubby, vulnerable, with your big belly.

Pregnant women move me.

It's very erotic.

It arouses a lot of fantasies in me.

I didn't insist on it. I left you alone.

You're extremely charming, Henri-Georges. You're so smart.

But you're too complicated for me. I like simple young men.

That's my fantasy.

You four are a pretty sight.

-A nice gang of connivers. -Hi, Jacques.

Brigitte will be out soon.

What's this scheme?

This secret screening?

Fancy a coffee?

Let's have a word next door.

That's it? You have picked?

Who is going to be the next man in my wife's bed?

You probably find this very funny. I hear you like to pull the strings.

-Come, Jacques. You drank too much. -Am I not in the front row seat?

So, why am I not taking screen tests?

You and your promises! You're a traitor, Raoul!

-A dirty pimp! -Will you shut up?

Right? You loser!

-Come here. -Keep calm! Stop!

Shut up, you lackey!

Promises!

I did everything for you!

Who introduced you to Brigitte? Did you thank me even once?

Did you invite me to your wedding? To the christening?

You screw up everything you touch.

You're just a loser.

-Your career is ruined! -Raoul, stop.

The whole industry knows it.

-The whole of France! -Are you hurt?

Are you? Talk to me. Tell me.

Simple young men…

He's going back for treatment. It never ends.

Happy birthday, darling.

Do you like it?

It's a 1930 Patek Philippe. I found it at the flea market.

Thank you.

I'm going to leave.

-Where to? -I don't know.

Canada. Florida.

Open a pizza parlor.

I'm from Naples, after all.

Would you come?

Are you serious?

Live together?

To live together, we need space, sun.

And money.

Never mind.

I'll give you the dates. Okay?

Yes, I'll see.

How are you, Sami?

Such friendliness.

He's just fallen asleep.

It's not even 7:00 p.m.

He gets sleepy after his evening bottle.

Give it to him later?

I can spend a bit of time with him when I get back.

Well, he makes a song and dance when he's hungry.

But can't you ask to be let go earlier?

My poor Moussia. If only you knew.

The other day, she asked for some aspirin. Just before the coma scene.

Clouzot swapped the aspirin with sleeping pills.

"To be more truthful."

She slept for 24 hours.

Her father threatened to sue Clouzot. He wanted to beat him up.

I'll go. I'm in a rush. See you later.

Am I taking you to Meudon tomorrow? Any news?

Jacques sleeps in his clinic. Nicolas in his cradle.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

You'd have no problem finding someone else.

The other day, when you dropped Sami off, did he talk to you?

He's very discreet. Secretive, I should say.

That ironic gaze, like he's holding his tongue…

It's very unpleasant.

It's different when we shoot a love scene.

He looks at me with such passion, I end up believing it.

Clouzot, that bastard, shouts, "Cut!" And Sami turns back into a cold fish.

You stir him deeply.

-Like every other young man. -No.

He doesn't even look at me. He's engaged. Very engaged.

Jean-Louis was secretive too. And married.

Jean-Louis…

To pretend to love someone all day long… What a trap.

And I fall for it every time.

Or almost.

He's waiting for you.

You're lucky.

Who's waiting for me?

A cynical, lawless thug.

-Why am I crazy in love with this kid? -Because he's handsome.

Yes.

Alain, it's not that big of a deal.

I know it's going to end badly.

He put his trust in…

life.

And now my Jackie is hunted.

He was humiliated.

He was insulted.

I'll admit he can be clumsy at times, but he's a profoundly kind young man.

Pathologically jealous.

He can't ask her to stop making movies. He wants to isolate her.

I'm sure that she loves him.

I try to guide Brigitte, but she's 25. She's a big girl now.

Honestly, I have no idea why I'm here.

I like Jacques. I gave him five million for Babette Goes to War.

He stops talking to me once he's in the spotlight?

I warned him. Gotta be able to handle it. It's no small matter to become Mr. Bardot.

He tried everything to stop Brigitte from shooting my movie.

The truth is that I'm alone, Doctor.

I work 15 hours a day with an abusive director.

I have a baby who doesn't know me.

I have a husband who's gone mad.

Jacques needs to leave this place.

He's a very good actor. A very good father.

He needs to be with his son again.

I'm sorry. He's not ready to leave yet.

I'm almost finished with the sleeve.

How's my Nicolas?

He sleeps a lot too.

You are unable to love. You can't even love your child.

You told me. Your parents didn't love you.

People who hate themselves can't teach love to their children.

Stop, Henri-Georges.

You told me. You're alone.

You're surrounded by sycophants, parasites.

Dull people who live through you. So, of course, they hate you.

You're surrounded by nothingness. It's all flattery. Nothing is real.

The truth is what they say about you behind your back.

"She's an idiot. She can't act."

"She's nothing much, actually."

Action!

-Rolling. -Call it.

77/2. First take.

Action.

What an idiot! Cut!

You're ridiculous.

Action!

Rolling.

-Call it. -77/2. Second take.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Good evening.

Finally.

You tried everything.

Everything.

Indifference.

Pretension. Contempt.

That usually protects me.

From love?

From the world.

From noise.

From madness.

I'm crazy about you.

Since when?

Since before.

Since I decided I hated you.

That I'd hate you.

I knew I was going to love you straightaway.

"When Brigitte went to see Jean-Louis in Germany,

I'd be in the car with her."

"She was madly in love with him."

"She'd call him Jean-Lou."

"She still calls him Jean-Lou nowadays."

"I'd found them a small hotel in Trèves, Germany, where they'd spend--"

Mr. Horlait is here.

Brigitte's lawyer. Let him in.

Hi, sir. This is Mr. Max Corre.

Mr. Corre is the editor-in-chief of France Dimanche.

"I'd found them a small hotel in Trèves, Germany,

where they'd spend a few hours when Jean-Louis was given leave."

"On the way back, Brigitte would cry in the car."

"She'd threaten to kill herself. She almost managed it several times."

-Is that true? -That's not the question.

Unfortunately, that is the question.

If we find inaccuracies, we can have them removed.

But if these are facts, we can't prevent the publication.

That's it.

You're aware that Pierre Lazareff is Nicolas' godfather?

He will never publish this filth in any of his newspapers!

Mr. Lazareff is aware.

He wouldn't have paid Alain Carré 50,000 francs for his indiscretions

if he wasn't going to publish them.

That little scumbag.

50,000 francs?

I'm overwhelmed by all this.

My poor darling.

What is this? It's horrible.

I'll take care of it.

I can tell I'm going to have a rough time.

Tell me, Pierre, you're not going to publish this?

I don't tell you how to manage your paper.

This is a terrible betrayal.

Brigitte fully trusted this man.

This is a gross violation of her private life.

Private life…

Stop it with the private life.

I didn't come here to get told off as well.

No, but honestly,

the report in Paris Match, the baby, the Madrague…

You flaunt your life when it suits.

Come on, Pierre. This is different.

Worthless gossip from this bastard.

The press is evolving, ladies. It's becoming invasive.

Good.

Fame, success, money, you've got to pay for it, Brigitte.

He took pictures of my letters.

He talks about the birth.

My most intimate secrets.

My taxes, my fears, my suicide attempts!

It'll make you look good.

Readers love to feel bad for their idols.

Pierre, you are Nicolas' godfather. For once, I beg you.

Don't make it personal, Brigitte.

My affection for you remains, but the freedom of the press…

Freedom? Say that again, Pierre?

You pay your mob a fortune to spy on me night and day.

If I don't, someone else will.

I won't disown my editorial board.

Thanks for welcoming me.

I…

What's for dinner?

She might need the press, but your rag isn't worth much without her.

What about my paper?

Don't worry about your paper.

They all want to make the cover of Elle.

Brigitte too.

When her next movie comes out,

she'll come over to make eyes at anybody who is anybody.

You can be so cynical.

I'd say pessimistic. That's why I spent the war in New York.

Optimists died in Auschwitz.

He won't be long.

This man scares me a bit.

He's sweet, mysterious, but…

there's something tragic about him.

Which is expected, after all.

His childhood. His parents were deported.

They say that survivors feel guilty.

Remember, Alain?

Our first trip together?

We went to see Jean-Lou in Germany.

Four years ago.

A bit more.

On the way back, I told you, "You talk too much, Alain."

I hadn't really loved another man since Jean-Lou.

I mean, true love.

A love you hope will last forever.

Sami is gentle. He's deep.

He's the love of my life. I know it.

I know it, so I'm going to divorce. Sami is leaving his fiancé.

I don't care about the scandal.

That my name will be dragged through the mud.

"Bad mother. Bad daughter."

"B.B., that whore, is acting up again."

Nothing else matters but him.

That's it.

He's coming.

That's it, Alain. These are the last secrets you'll be able to sell.

It's very expensive.

Don't get ripped off.

"You shot him! He might not be dead. And you abandon him just like that?"

"I only had my suicide in mind."

"You only ever think of yourself. Admit it."

"I tried. The revolver was empty."

Is that the line?

-No. Stay on the chair. -I want to be near you.

Don't be so strict.

We're working. Turn off the music.

"You didn't keep a bullet for yourself? Very wise."

"You didn't throw yourself out of the window?"

"Of course, it's too dangerous."

"You prefer gas."

"People will always come on time."

Answer him.

"I wanted to die."

"Die!"

-It's so bad. -No, you're getting there. Again.

I don't know how I'll manage.

Don't be scared of Clouzot. Nothing will happen to you.

It's not him.

I wish him dead, but he doesn't scare me. It's that scene.

He's right.

I'm that girl.

I feel like it's my trial.

-I didn't kill anyone though. -Clouzot will be happy.

I'll tell him you put yourself in your character's shoes.

I want to be inside your skin.

Being inside my skin isn't fun.

Nor being inside my mind.

There's a lot of darkness.

I don't really want to take you there.

That doesn't scare me either.

Actually, death doesn't scare me.

I want peace more than anything. Even if it must be eternal.

Let me start the record again.

That music is so beautiful.

What's your life like?

My life is like a big prison.

I think that they went further with you than with anyone else.

They entered your private life.

They played with you, with your husband, let's face it,

and they put a couple at risk.

If it meant that it wouldn't happen to anyone else…

Joseph.

Unfortunately, I think that things won't change.

I'm going back to Paris.

It's too early, Jackie. You need to rest.

I need to be with my wife and my son.

I'm also gonna teach the asshole who sold us out a lesson.

Brigitte? Please.

They're coming from Los Angeles to check the accounts.

They'd be happy if you…

Leave her alone, Raoul! She needs to focus!

You and your financiers, beat it! Out!

Everyone off my set!

-Doctor! -What's going on?

-Come. -Quickly!

Sir?

Henri-Georges?

Mr. Clouzot, do you want to finish the movie?

Then take a few days' rest. Now.

That's what insurance is for.

We'll see once I've finished my movie.

May I?

It'll be okay?

Ms. Bardot, if you can get your director to listen to you, tell him to be careful.

Sit down, dear.

Can I drop the formalities?

Except for Véra, who can make you listen?

We saw an edit of the trial yesterday.

You're outstanding.

Véra was astonished.

She said, "You've got your movie."

Really?

Did you hear them? 300 extras.

Extras are a tough crowd, even more than the crew.

They all clapped after the take.

That's a sure sign.

Thank you.

I was very mean.

I want to cry right now because you're being nice.

I hurt you, but I think I also did you good.

I need to tidy things up. We're going to take a few days' break?

I'll use the opportunity to get my life together.

You're too beautiful.

Everything will always be your fault. You should know that.

You're here?

I'd left a few things here. I came to get them.

I'm leaving for Nice.

Nice?

The Côte d'Azur seems more sensible.

But we paid for the house in Florida?

I stopped everything.

I happened to find an apartment in Cannes.

A good deal.

Well, a pizza parlor in Cannes…

Who do you think I am?

Pizzaiolo? Me?

I didn't do all this to live like a shitty Neapolitan.

All this?

What did you do?

You don't get it? You don't understand who I am?

That's it.

That's who I am.

I have no more use for you, Alain.

Hello, my love.

My baby, I missed you so much.

You're so gorgeous.

You're wonderful. Just like your mom.

Where's your mom?

What time will she be home?

When she's not back at this time, then…

We're going to have a big sleep.

Right, Moussia. What's going on?

She often stays the night at Peggy's, her friend.

Tomorrow Sami will see my Madrague.

You'll see. It's heaven.

-Your keys. -Thank you.

You lifesaver. Thank you.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

Ciao.

-You're coming? -Let's go have a drink.

Have a drink?

At the bar next door? In your dreams.

Congratulations! You're a dad!

How long have you known?

Two weeks.

When do you leave?

In two days.

I could forget.

I wasn't sure you'd be able to.

Our last two weeks were good, weren't they?

I hate this war.

Don't tell me you've already experienced this.

Everything I experience with you feels like the first time.

Jacques, you're crazy! Stop!

Stop, Sami. Please, no.

Not in front of everyone!

Jacques! Please, stop!

Let him go! Not here!

Please!

No! Jacques!

It's Bardot! Did you recognize her?

-No, Jacques! -And Charrier!

Bitch! You should be looking after your kid!

Brigitte! Sami!

Jacques, we can explain.

I think I've got it.

There's nothing to explain. I love Sami.

More than anything.

And I hate you.

BARDOT, THE NEW SCANDAL!

THREE PEOPLE IN A DRAMA AND IT'S NOT JUST FOR SHOW

SAMI FOUGHT BACK

HE UNDERSTOOD WHEN HE SAW THEM TOGETHER

THE END OF THE ROMANCE?

A FIGHT FOR B.B. CHARRIER AGAINST FREY

My love,

I've been hunted, surrounded since I got here.

They watch, photograph, film, and dissect my every move.

I get such anxiety.

Every leaf in the wind makes me flinch.

I'm backed into a corner.

I don't go out. They follow me everywhere.

It's my birthday soon.

It breaks my heart to spend it without you.

I want to die.

Your letters keep me alive.

At last, to your left, here is the Madrague.

This is where the star of And God Created Woman, Brigitte Bardot,

bought this little fishing cabin two years ago.

Here, she spends her dream holidays away from the chaos of Saint-Tropez.

With a bit of luck, we'll see her on the beach.

Take me away, please. I'm going insane.

Take me away!

See? It's up there. We're almost there.

She'll be fine here.

See how quiet it is?

Nobody will bother her.

We got electricity installed, but Albert won't have the telephone.

Thanks for having her. But she shouldn't stay alone.

I'll be fine all alone here. I love it.

Thanks, my Vava.

You saved me.

I'm going back to Paris. One more week of editing.

I'll be back for your birthday. We'll celebrate.

Yes. We'll celebrate.

So?

Still nothing.

He's dead.

If he were dead, Brigitte, we'd know it.

He promised me he'd kill himself if he couldn't get leave.

Or he doesn't love me anymore. Even worse.

I'll go back to the post office.

-My birthday is today. -Yes.

Everyone's waiting for you. It'll do you good.

Vadim came back from Paris just for that. Christian too.

And my Roger may be planning a surprise for me.

He didn't promise anything, but…

Where are we going?

Palmyre!

You're right. It'll do me good to see Vadim, my friends.

-Yes. -I'll be ready in ten minutes.

Will there be pissaladière?

Let's go.

Come on. Last one.

You go.

I'm staying.

Come on, Brigitte!

Vadim came for you.

-Everyone you love will be there. -Not everyone.

Please, you go.

Give them my love.

And the pissaladière?

Bring me a slice?

I'll tell them you're unwell, and I'll come back.

No! Stay with them. It'll be fun.

And your husband came…

Tell them you're standing in for me.

That won't go down well.

Are you sure?

I don't feel like seeing people. Pretending.

To be 26? To be beautiful?

Don't worry. I feel great.

I'm going to warn them. Then I'll come back.

You'll spend a few days with us.

At Louveciennes or Rue de la Pompe. As you wish.

Mom, please…

take me back to the Madrague.

If you'd like.

You know

I went on many travels

I saw many other beaches

I have forgotten them

You know

I saw many thunderstorms

They happen No matter how old you are

At the end of summer

So I'd like to know why I'm staying here with you…

There she is!

We are starving!

My train is at 5:00 p.m.!

Still

This is the same beach…

-Where's Sami? -Here.

It looks good.

Pilou, is there milk in the cooler?

I'm not the same anymore What's changed?

The rain

Falls on my face

It blends in with the tears

Yes.

Still, I will tell you

That I love you even more

Until next summer

BRIGITTE BARDOT'S LIFE WAS COVERED IN THOUSANDS OF ARTICLES AND BOOKS

SHE'S SINCE CREATED THE BARDOT FOUNDATION WHICH AIMS TO PROTECT ANIMALS

JACQUES CHARRIER AND HIS SON WON THEIR LAWSUIT AGAINST BRIGITTE BARDOT

FOR THE WAY SHE PRESENTED THEIR RELATIONSHIPS AND HER PREGNANCY

JACQUES CHARRIER DENIED HAVING HAD AN ARGUMENT WITH RAOUL LÉVY

ENZO IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

BUT HE'S TYPICAL OF THE PAPARAZZI OF THE TIME

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