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"Two colored lines appear.
"One line should be in the control window.
"The other in the test window.
"One line may be lighter than the other. It does not affect the result.
"It means that you are probably pregnant."
Fucking hell!
Cess?
Yeah?
Where are you?
In here. Be right there.
- What're you doing? - Nothing.
Getting fennel.
How do we garnish the lobster?
Here, take this.
Sage or juniper berries?
Let me see.
Chef, please. The sauce.
It's not reduced enough. Smaller pan and bind it with butter.
Safia, that's way too big. I said a brunoise.
What'd you learn in culinary school? Look.
Like this.
- Yes, chef. - Ok, go!
Yes, Mom, what's up?
What?
What happened?
What? Where is he now?
Shit!
Lemon.
Morels.
Everything ok?
We'll never be ready. We need a signature dish.
We've got stuff,
but not the memorable dish people will share on Instagram.
I meant your dad.
No, he's not ok.
But maybe he'll finally stop working.
Maybe.
So when are you going?
I'm not going.
What do you mean?
I can't leave now. We open in two weeks.
Are you serious? He's in the hospital.
- But we're not ready. - Who cares?
You're going. Don't be silly.
How long's it been?
Since Christmas.
- We were working. - The one before.
Sofiane, I can't leave now.
- We're not up to speed for... - Stop it.
I won't stop! We have to keep practicing.
Stop.
A chef's stress is contagious.
I'm not stressed out.
- Alright. - I'm fine.
What?
You're not stressed?
We'll play a game.
To see if you're stressed or not.
I say school, you say...
Job.
I say money, you say...
Expense.
I say...
loan, you say...
Payments.
I say crisis
In the world You say hunger and Third World
I say family
You say mourn, coz problems don't come alone
I say love...
You say kids, you say forever and divorce
So we go out to forget all our problems
And so we dance
Come on!
And so we dance
LEAVE ONE DAY
Ah, Top Chef !
Never missed an episode. Me and the wife were hooked.
I love it. I do the cooking at home.
My specialty is cassoulet.
That's my only one.
But I make it good.
I make it the night before, coz it's better reheated.
And I use goose con fit.
Tastier than duck, I think.
So what's your specialty?
- I don't actually have one. - Really?
What about the thing you did for the Top Chef finale?
The savory cake thing.
- The lobster bisque soufflé? - That's it!
It looked good!
Thank you.
I can give you the recipe.
Yes, with pleasure.
Jelly bean?
HOTEL RESTAURANT THE PIT STOP
I was thinking, for the monkfish, we could add some shiso.
Give it a try. Hugs.
Bocuse!
My doggie!
Hi.
Don't get up.
Leave it!
- You don't know how! - What a joke.
Amore mio !
- Hi, Mom. - My daughter!
What's she doing here? Do you call her?
Hello.
Question is, why're you here and not in the hospital?
Your father signed a waiver. He knows better than the doctors.
You're nuts!
Gérard, I said fries, not beans.
Green beans won't hurt you for once!
I'll bring you fries.
I'm perfectly fine!
No point staying in the hospital.
Right. It's only your third heart attack.
You trying to set a record?
Get off my back, will ya!
I should.
Once you're dead, I can retire.
How's this thing work?
- I'll show you. - Stay put!
- Make up your mind! - Show me, don't move.
- And explain, not speak? - Something's burning!
Can't you just divorce?
Why? We love each other.
See, everything's fine.
You can go home.
Don't start! Now that she's here, let her handle things.
Hang on.
Go ahead. First, I plate the meat. There, sorry.
- Use tongs, Fanfan! - Leave us alone.
- That's perfect. - I'll put it here.
Wonderful. A few chives and off we go!
Gimme that.
- Your personal touch. - My personal touch!
Two flank steaks, lovies!
So...
What'd the doctors say?
No stress whatsoever.
I shouldn't get worked up,
and that gets me worked up.
Don't just stand there. We need more macédoine for the buffet.
Ok. Where're the dish towels already?
In the drawer behind you, bottom left.
So.
Some macédoine...
That's right. What's so funny?
Does anywhere else still serve macédoine?
Why of course!
Right. I'd forgotten.
What?
Let me find it.
Here we are: "Macédoine is to haute cuisine
"what flip-flops are to haute couture."
"Cécile Béguin, Top Chef, episode 7."
You wrote down all I said that you couldn't swallow?
What? Don't you like tributes?
Sure I do. Depends.
Man!
- What is it? - Nothing.
Two andouillettes and a flank steak.
Done how, darling?
Rare.
You have two new messages.
Today, 3:36 PM.
Hi, it's me. You were right.
Monkfish and shiso is dope! Works great.
You're the best. Hugs.
Today, 3:41 PM.
Hello, Ms. Béguin. Dr. Droulez speaking.
I got your message. I can see you Friday at 5:30 PM.
We'll establish the date of conception
and lay out your pregnancy termination options.
Don't hesitate to call back. Goodbye.
- Yeah, Cess ? - Hi.
Hello? Hi!
Got a minute? I need to talk to you.
Wait. What'd you say? Talk louder.
I need to talk to you.
Hang on, I can't hear a thing.
Hang on. Just a sec.
Wait, sorry.
We're all at Giovanni's.
Hang on. Just a sec!
It's wild in here.
- I'll call you later. - No!
I'll call back.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Ok, I'll head back then.
- Cécile? - Yeah?
I love you! Big hugs.
Hugs.
That's called desertion! In the army, you get court-martialed.
Don't be ridiculous!
You'll have a fourth heart attack.
I don't want to find you dead. You hear me?
Let me tell you,
you piss me off!
Really! Do you hear me?
You won't stop. You won't shut down.
You won't do anything!
It'll be a cuisine in my image, gastronomic, refined,
heir to great French tradition.
Sure, the pressure is mounting. But I'm trying
to remain
focused on my work.
Pictures?
Of course. I'll send them right away.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Sofiane, it's me.
We have to send pictures to that chick from Elle.
I just spoke to her.
She wants photos of one or two dishes to illustrate her article.
Think you can do it? From where I am now,
it won't be very enticing.
Thanks. Hugs.
How good of you to cook for the local yokels.
- Why'd you say that? - Why?
Hang on.
"I didn't grow up among gourmets.
"When I said I dreamt about the Michelin
"the locals thought I had a passion for tires.
"Top Chef, episode 5."
- I didn't make that up. - But seriously!
Just because one guy once said that, you go and generalize.
When do you plan to announce it?
Announce what?
That you're pregnant.
A woman who's sick at the smell of a fridge
and eats sweets all day long,
I knew one before you.
There's nothing to announce. I'm not keeping it.
Why not?
Because I don't want to.
Wants come and go.
- You should think twice. - It's all thought through.
- You're so pig-headed! - Is it your business?
If I wanted to keep it, would you say think twice?
Have you thought about closing the truck stop?
You're also getting on my case?
Aren't you a bit pig-headed?
Every time I stop by in the Loir-et-Cher
They just won't let me out of there
I tell them I gotta get back to Paris
That I'm not free, but what do they care
That I still gotta stop for gas
No time to finish my brew
But I'll come back one Sunday soon
To spend a night in the Loir-et-Cher
They tell me, they tell me
You never see a horse or a trout
They tell me...
You never come out, even to fish in the pond
You've gone and blotted us out
Do you mind so much walking through the muck?
Do you mind so much sharing our pot luck?
Do you mind so much walking through the muck?
Do you mind so much sharing our pot luck?
Hey there, Béguin.
What're you doing here? You lost?
Fat chance you'd get lost. You've never left.
- You good? - Yeah.
Come to steal our recipes?
My dad had a heart attack.
Damn. Is he ok?
Yes. He just needs to stop working.
- Not his style. - Not really.
How about you?
What're you up to?
I started modeling.
I'm Field & Stream 's new centerfold.
Actually, I'm wearing an outfit
from the new spring-summer catalog.
Funny, I thought I saw your name on the garage on my way in.
Did you?
I sold it to a namesake.
He kept the sign. More practical.
- Ready to roll. - What a coincidence.
Between fashion weeks, do you see the guys?
Depends.
Actually, I'm seeing them tonight.
Join us. They'd be thrilled.
I gotta get back to my restaurant in Paris.
Yeah, I know. Everyone here knows.
The future 5-star place.
5 stars is for hotels.
For restaurants, it's 3 max.
You're gonna settle for 3 stars?
What lack of ambition, Béguin. Not like you.
Little Cécile!
Little Cécile's daddy is waiting at the fairground entrance.
- I gotta go. - Wait.
Here.
If ever you're around again, gimme a call.
- Looks like a mechanic's card. - Ya think?
Little Cécile better get her ass in gear.
Her daddy would like to leave.
- I guess you better get your... - Thanks, I heard.
So long.
He still won't hear of it?
What do you expect? Your father...
moves at his own pace.
And right now, he's not the king of sprint!
Anyhow, if we close,
we'll be together 24/7.
I don't know if I'm ready.
Come on. You've lived and worked together for 40 years.
Never apart.
We're not together that much.
Me serving, him in the kitchen.
We've spent our life separated by that damned bead curtain.
We might not be able to stand each other.
Stop it. You never stay angry for long.
I don't know how you do it. I find him absolutely impossible.
Me too! I find him impossible.
Hang in there.
I gotta finish straightening up.
I'll put these in the hamper?
Bye-bye, my doggie.
Come
But not when I am alone
The day the curtain must fall
Grant me one last curtain call
Come
But not when I am alone
I've always chosen my destiny
Choosing my death's how it should be
My life burned bright under the spotlight
I can't stand in the wings
I want to die under the fire of laser lights
A full house to hear me sing
I want to die performing
The limelight pouring down
Yes, to die performing
My heart's true colors unbound
To die free of pain and suffering
At our last rendezvous
I want to die performing
Singing till I'm through
What's on the menu tonight?
Beef bourguignon.
I'll do the meat.
Sofiane, it's me. Listen...
turns out I have to stay longer.
It's complicated with Dad. Mom's at the end of her tether.
Keep practicing.
I'm working on the signature dish.
Big hugs and kisses.
TENREIRO GARAGE RAPHAEL
Is this the veterans' meeting?
- Look who's here! - Cécile?
Béguin!
I don't believe it!
- You knew? - Yeah, I knew.
So cool.
So good to see you.
Man, it's been ages.
I'm so glad to see you.
- Only see you on TV! - Stop it.
You look great!
- You're not bad. - I know.
- Something to drink? - Gladly.
'Evening.
- You were right to come. - Totally.
Wow, nothing's changed.
We live in a time warp. Nothing moves.
- Want this? - Sure.
What'd you do to your arm?
- Skateboard. - You still skate?
Time warp!
Now at the skatepark, they call me sir.
Do they?
Sounds like that true crime show:
"At the skatepark, the kids called him sir."
Dig in.
Finally!
I see you guys are also into gourmet cuisine.
Easy, star chef!
These chips are hell a good.
If you'd warned us, there'd be canapés and foie gras.
Had I known, I'd have brought you foie gras.
Not this processed crap.
Hey, I have pics of you binging on Nutella.
With your fingers.
Yeah, well...
Some stuff on Top Chef looked way worse.
Like what?
What's that dish you made? Roquefort panna cotta...
Roquefort-coffee!
The theme was "surprise pairings."
For "gross pairings," you'd have aced it!
Oh shit!
Who is it?
Chef Etchebest.
- Etchebest? - Put him on speaker.
- Stop it. - Video or speaker!
To hear him. We only know him on TV.
- Video! - Richard, you're a pain!
She's stingy!
- Etchebest? - Best of the best.
Guy's a genius. My mother loves him, too.
We're working like crazy with the brigade.
Table 8's up!
- Table 4, 180 pickles! - Ok, chef!
Thirteen...
doodads I made for lunch.
I got an idea.
Ballotine of flash-cooked lamb with its oriental spices.
- Please shut up! - Say it's flash-cooked.
Excuse me? Yes.
For two? Of course.
That's wild.
He didn't even hide his number. She has it.
It's normal.
Think it's normal?
If he calls so late and all, they know each other well.
- They're close. - Lovers, maybe.
No way.
Would you call a chick who's not yours at this hour?
Don't be ridiculous.
My mom calls at 11, please!
He's not her dad. We know her dad.
He's her culinary mentor.
- Maybe her sex mentor, too. - Cut it out!
No big deal...
Well?
What'd he want?
To shoot an episode of Kitchen Nightmares with your merguez.
Here, an unprocessed taste of local flavor.
Haute cuisined.
- Full glass... - I empty thee.
- Empty glass... - I pity thee.
So today, we're cookin' up some foie gras stuffed quail.
- Where're my quails, Micheline? - Maïté!
Too easy! Who put that one in?
- I did. - Want them to win?
It was Richard, guys.
That was a gift point. Now drink up.
Here's to ya!
It's going to my head.
Nice gift.
Courtesy of Team Raphaël!
- Go on. - You were awesome!
Pass if you can't do it.
No, don't pass.
Set the timer.
Here we go.
Yeah, uh...
I'm funny.
Yeah...
I'm a comedian...
- Kev Adams? - No.
- Who talks like that? - Awkward!
Wait. You wouldn't think...
Time's up.
Impossible to understand.
- Who was it? - Eric Judor.
- Shoulda done the cat. - The cat?
In H he did that. Remember?
Sorry, guys, our point! Drink up.
- This is for us. - That was tough.
- Your turn. - Me?
- We'll smoke 'em. - Here we go.
- Oh man! - Jackie Chan.
What is that?
A disease.
Jean-Claude Van Damme.
Light the lanterns
What is it?
Do something precise.
- Johnny, Light the fire ? - 5, 4...
This thing.
You go like this.
Watch carefully.
Time's up!
He burned it all down.
I'm stumped. What? Who?
Drink up, you lost.
Who? Antoine Dupont! Easy.
Antoine Dupont is a rugby player.
He's a dancer.
You mean Patrick Dupond.
Patrick Dupond, Antoine Dupont. I mixed 'em up.
What about the flame?
Dupont lighters!
The Rolls of lighters.
You're a misunderstood genius.
Thank you.
Now drink.
- No, I mixed 'em up. - You lose, you drink.
That's not fair!
She didn't guess either guy.
- It was impossible. - Drink!
Ok fine.
Heddy, got the score?
- 13 to 3. - I have an idea.
A real good one, Raph. I'll do an imitation.
- It's not your turn. - But everyone can play.
I won't even draw a name.
Everyone can play?
No cushion, no safety net!
Let me get comfy.
- What's he up to? - A free imitation.
For fun. No points.
Go on.
But we time it.
You'll guess it fast.
Hang on.
I haven't started.
I will seek out your heart
You moron.
If you ever depart
Céline Dion?
No, it's not Céline.
Even if in your arms
Céline Dion.
Others covet your charms
We got the message.
- It's Raph. - Yes, it's Raph!
What?
The game's about famous people!
You're famous to us.
Don't be peeved.
Ok, next. Your turn.
- No, my turn. - Go on.
- What's going on? - Nothing. Your turn.
- C'mon. We gotta tell her. - No, drop it.
- It's mean not to explain. - So tell me!
It'll just take a minute.
The summer you left,
Raph was beyond bummed.
- Not true. - Come on!
We show up at his folks'. He's in the living room.
- Bawling. - Not so.
Music on full blast, listening to Céline Dion.
Alright already.
- Why tell that story? - It's ok.
It was light years ago.
Hang on, I have an idea.
Richard, c'mon.
- Everyone like music? - Yes.
Everyone like nice bodies?
Oh, please...
Then you're in for a treat.
I will seek out your soul
I will walk on hot coals
My spells I will cast So your love for me lasts
I will speak in new tongues
To sing your praise
I'll add fuel to the fire So our love can burn higher
Every spell in the book
To make sure you're hooked
All my nets I will cast So your love for me lasts
C'mon!
I will rise like a queen
Do my best to be seen
I will shed a new skin To rekindle our sheen
I will play every role
Pleasure you to the brim
I will give up control
I will follow your whim
Dressed in diamonds, and bold
Making new with the old
I'll make gold of the past So your love for me lasts
People say...
as time goes by
passion
fades naturally.
Not always, apparently.
And Mama told me
Take it slowly
Desire or love
You'll see
what it's made of
Gimme gimme your eyes Gimme your scent
All your gestures heaven sent
On my skin, gently Sensuality
Yes, stop, linger here I would rather keep you near
Fixed for all eternity
Your sensuality
That's for the starters buffet of every service.
Then, there's the daily special.
There's usually a dish cooked in sauce,
but we always have omelets, steak, andouillette
and fries, of course.
Dad.
What's going on?
I asked Ludovic to help and he agreed.
Hello, Mr. Béguin.
He can do every lunch and the evening setup.
Hang on.
We can't just go hire someone.
- It's not that simple. - Relax. I'm paying him.
You're joking!
What's going on?
Your daughter thinks she can fix everything with her money.
Well, we won't be fixing much with ours.
Thank her for finding a solution, instead.
Hello, Ludovic.
You knew? You've chosen sides. Nice going!
What exactly is your solution?
To keep going until you croak in your kitchen?
I refuse to live with that on my conscience.
- Then stay and help us. - Dammit! I have a life, Dad!
I have a life!
If you hadn't made me spend every birthday, vacation,
every Christmas in this kitchen, things might be different!
But I have a life. And it's elsewhere.
We'd noticed.
Because now, I have to have...
a foot in the grave for you to come see us.
And holding your nose coz it's not fancy enough.
Would you cut that out!
You don't give a shit if we close.
What'd you say about truck stops in your dumb show?
No need for my notebook. I know it by heart.
"Truck stops are by the road so you can make
"a fast getaway."
You may be ashamed of us, but when I look at you,
I'm ashamed, too.
- What can I do for the little lady? - What a jerk!
- Where ya goin'? - Home to Paris.
Already? That's a bad idea. I have a race tonight.
- Motorcycle? - No, a sack race.
- You're a riot. - Yes, motorcycle, silly!
And I'm in a jam. I need you there.
Why's that?
- No cheerleader. - Excuse me?
I need a cheerleader.
Get fucked.
Is that a yes?
I can't believe you still have your YZ.
They haven't made anything better since.
I can still picture you on the lot
doing wheelies to impress Jennifer Perrichon,
you clown.
I sense a hint of jealousy.
Want me to do a wheelie just for you?
Too late, man.
Maybe so.
- Let's go. - Right now?
Got anything better to do?
I'll go change.
Okay.
Let me help you.
Damn.
- Daddy! - Hey, bud!
Mom got off early, so she picked me up.
Hey there!
How're things?
- I got off early, so... - Yeah, Max told me.
Are you the lady who won Top Chef ?
Yes, that's me.
Hey, what are you doing here?
It's me, it's Nathalie.
Don't you recognize me?
Let me see We were together in school
I've changed, it's true
I have a husband, a child
What? Does that seem wild?
I wasn't the pretty one I was just her friend
The one you don't notice Who's hard to offend
I was the kind Who never said no
The kind that was easy Whose name you forgo
When some girls fall in love It's pure like a prayer
I'd fall in love Like you fall off a chair
Hi.
You haven't changed. It's almost vexing!
Yeah, right.
I'm gonna get ready.
Isn't your race at 5?
Yeah, but legend beckons. Get down, Max.
Tenreiro, go, go, go
- Tenreiro... - My hero.
That's right!
Later.
Well, let's go for a drink.
I dunno...
C'mon, let's get a drink.
Max, you coming?
You came back for your dad?
- How'd you know? - I saw him in the hospital.
I'm a midwife. I do a few hours there.
- What're you drinking? - I dunno.
- Hi. - How's it going?
Two draft beers.
Max, want something to drink?
A fruit punch.
- Beer ok with you? - Sure. I'll...
No. My treat.
Thanks.
- Your dad's a gas. - A gas?
Behind his gruffness, he makes me laugh.
Lucky you!
Thanks.
The hospital's full of geezers.
Like my parents, since they retired.
Your father's so full of life!
He couldn't help himself.
He'd go into the hospital kitchen, redo the menus.
Max, you coming?
Excuse me. Is anyone headed for Paris?
No, sorry.
Excuse me, guys.
Anyone going to Paris?
- Not tonight. - Or tomorrow.
- You sure? - Yep.
Paris, no way. But have a drink, Cécile.
Come sit with us.
Take a seat. You look out of sorts.
Pavel brought this back from Poland.
It's heavy-duty!
A magic potion.
- Makes you forget your troubles. - Good.
Top Chef doesn't have this!
Holy hell!
That's brutal!
C'mon!
- I'm gonna puke. - Married by year's end.
Married by year's end!
- Here, Jean-Marie. - Thanks.
My God, child!
You look like a zombie.
C'mere. I have a surprise for you.
Look who's here!
You ok?
Let's drink to this.
- Here we go. - Isn't it a bit early?
I can get you an aspirin if you prefer.
What're you doing here?
What do you mean?
I worried. Now you're coming home, now you're not.
We open in 10 days.
So you show up unannounced.
- Hey, Sofiane, back to it! - We're talking!
What's with you?
Spritz
all around!
Help yourselves.
-Bocuse, out! -Not my pants.
Out!
So,
gonna help us?
- No. - Certainly not.
Here we serve traditional fare,
and Her Highness scorns it.
I never said that.
Oh didn't you?
I'll get my notebook.
- I've had enough. - Of us?
Or of what you downed last night?
Forget it.
Cécile!
Drop it.
Since she got here, she's been like a bear with a sore head.
You can't hold it against her, though.
It's complicated for her right now.
Yes, I know.
But hormones don't excuse everything.
Hormones?
What hormones?
Everyone's telling him to close, he could care less.
Get this:
The guy wrote in a notebook stuff I said
on Top Chef .
And are we ok?
What?
How so?
I mean...
I dunno...
What?
If there were a problem, you'd tell me?
I mean, between us?
Of course. Why?
Tonight I'm making my pasta alle vongole Will you help?
Certo .
Fanfan!
- Titi and Yolande are here. - Coming!
Hi.
- Sorry for yesterday. - Why're you here?
I shoulda warned you.
Coming through!
Bocuse, come!
Such a good dog!
Bocuse, outta the kitchen.
You're here?
Hi, Fanfan.
Can't keep you two apart.
Oh, the mini pies!
Not introducing us?
Raphaël, an old friend from junior high.
Sofiane, my man.
Pleased to meet you.
Cécile told me lots about you.
Funny, she never told me about you.
You have sausage on your mustache.
There.
I'll leave you to your pots and pans.
I'll get back to the guys.
Who's he?
The old man? My dad. Didn't I introduce you?
Haha. Seriously, who is he?
Raphaël, an old school friend.
The guy in the photo in your room?
Maybe. One of my school friends.
You know, we hung out together.
- A boyfriend? - No!
Don't be a pain. There's nothing between us.
Cécile.
Bravo!
- That was so good! - Delicious.
Thanks.
You've got talent. You could turn pro.
It's my mother who deserves the praise.
It's her recipe.
Then, bravo Fanfan!
Bravo Fanfan!
Isn't the kitchen closed?
It's Cécile's thing to end the evening.
Oh really?
Then she's changed.
Because her thing to end the evening
used to be the Sherwood.
What's the Sherwood?
- We can show you. - Yes, let's!
No.
- Yes! - C'mon!
- Cécile! - C'mon.
Sherwood?
And how!
- Let's go. - No.
Yes!
He doesn't know it.
I don't wanna go!
The Sherwood!
How we doin' on those cocktails?
- Coming right up. - The Cocktail King!
- Load 'em. - Of course.
Perfect. Not a drop lost.
- Just right. - Like Descartes.
Nothing's destroyed, only transformed.
Let's go drink inside.
It's three times the price.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
- Guys in the vibe - Raise your hand!
- Girls in the vibe - Raise your hand!
- Guys sitting, on your feet - All in step!
Ready now, here we go
Those party nights Before we see the end of day
We're already in the mood, yay
Out on the floor, we groove ya
Got more style than Travolta
No time to lose We scout the ladies
Get some!
We're all about you babies
Every man wants to get some No less than a home run
Those party nights
We cruise for babes You know I'm right
So we'll end up together, you and I
That's why
We all love those party nights
Until dawn We love 'em until dawn, baby
Those party nights We all danced, even the DJ
We checked the bar Then cut loose our way
Shirts in the air Flappin' away
- Aaaah! - The guys would say
- Ooooh! - The girls would go
In the round It's her I clocked
She's so... My jaw dropped
Normally, I'd shy away But everything goes in
Those party nights
We cruise for babes You know I'm right
Oh yeah!
So we'll end up together, you and I
- That's why! - We all love those party nights
Until dawn We love 'em until dawn, baby
They're all hot Only she burst my bubble
My jeans were bursting when...
What an asshole!
But why'd you lay into him like that?
Am I supposed to let him hit on you and do nothing?
You some kind of gangsta?
Gangsta? Please, shut up.
Excuse me?
Ya know what?
Let's not talk. We go to bed, go to sleep and basta.
Sofiane, what's with you?
What's your problem?
- You wanna know? - Yes.
You really wanna know?
Yes.
My chick's pregnant and isn't telling me.
That's my problem.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you know I'm not keeping it.
We agreed we didn't want children. Why tell you?
Maybe because when you're with someone
you talk things over.
You don't decide on your own.
I didn't decide on my own. We decided long ago.
So we're not allowed to talk about it? It's not carved in stone.
With time, we change.
We live, things happen.
We said something ten years ago and that's it...
- No changing our minds! - You changed yours?
That's not the point!
It is the point. Totally the point!
I told you from the start I didn't want children and you agreed.
If you still agree, where's the problem?
I just wish we could talk regardless of an ancient conversation.
- It's not a big ask. - But you agreed!
"You agreed!" You sound like a broken record.
No. You agreed.
When you love someone,
you agree even when you don't.
No.
When you love, you're honest. That's all.
Is this honest?
- Not telling me about this child? - There is no child.
It's not a child, it's an accident. That's all.
There is no child.
You call having a child with me an accident?
It's shitty to guilt-trip me.
I think it's better if you leave.
So your restaurant will look like that?
It's nice.
Don't force yourself.
Look...
I'm sorry. I screwed up.
How was I to know?
But call him. Patch things up.
Sharing a restaurant is something.
If you say so.
- You ok? - Yes.
- What're you doing? - Nothing.
After 40 years, can't you tell him you smoke?
But I don't smoke.
This RV is amusing...
with all your Italian stuff.
I'll tell ya...
You won't be back to Venice this year either.
What's a year or two at this point?
What does Dad really say about retiring?
He gives me words
Such idle words The same old words
Nothing but words
"Next attack, I quit. I promise."
Easy words Fragile words
Too good to be true
Far too good...
"I'll quit in a year, or two at the most."
The days for dreaming are long gone
Memories too can fade
When we forget them
"Retirement's for the half-hearted."
Caramels, candies and chocolates
"Can't leave the truckers by the roadside."
No thank you, not for me
Feel free to treat another woman
One who loves the wind and the scent of a rose
Candy-coated sweet nothings
Touch my lips
But never touch my heart
"Alright, I'll think it over."
Words, nothing but words
"I promise."
Words, nothing but words
"I swear, Fanfan!"
Words, nothing but words
"You piss me off!"
Words, words...
Words and more words
That you throw to the wind
Shit!
Cécile, I can see you!
Come on, don't be ridiculous. We can talk!
Down, Bocuse.
Open up!
- You'll wake everyone up! - Then come down.
No!
Bocuse, get down!
You owe me an evening.
Nonsense!
Yeah, usually
first you spend an evening with a girl
and only after that, her man beats you up.
He beat me up, so you owe me.
Get lost.
No, wait! Seriously.
Please. Come down.
I want to take you somewhere.
Please!
- Still far to go? - We're almost there.
Don't you open your eyes.
Careful, there's a staircase.
Easy! Don't open your eyes.
Don't open them. First step.
- I hate this. - First step!
A few more feet.
You can open your eyes now.
Remember those Saturday afternoons...
Yeah.
What?
Remember it was here we saw each other for the last time?
Yeah. We had a real good time.
For me, it's not such a good memory.
How come?
It was Saturday, June 16, 2001.
Like every Saturday, we were meeting at 3 PM.
Hi! I'll have a small... No, a medium, please.
Here. 10 francs.
Thanks.
Hey, guys!
Hey, Cess.
You good?
Where's Raph?
He's coming.
And like every Saturday,
you were late.
I wasn't late every time!
- Yes, you were! - I was not.
Yes, you were!
I wondered what time you were going to show up.
I was afraid you wouldn't come.
I was leaving for Paris, this was it.
What time did I show up?
4:12 PM.
Hang on!
It's not time yet.
Right on time!
And still no skates.
Only clowns come to the rink to skate.
Right, guys?
All good?
Then, I was bored by myself.
While you were fascinated with Jennifer Perrichon.
She said "I mean" all the time. It was fascinating.
I mean, Mr. Schmitt's nice. But his face, I can't.
He's dog ugly!
When he talks, I mean, like what?
That's why my math average, I mean, isn't great.
I couldn't stand her, big-boob Perrichon!
But afterwards, there was this!
Yeah!
True.
Reggie girl
Come on
let's do this!
Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby
Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby
Sing with me I want a woman like you
To take me to the end of the world
A woman like you
Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby
Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby
Sing with me I want a man like you
Bad boy, I'm sweet on you A man like you
When you sing, I blank
My worries seem to tank And my blues defuse
You make me feel like a muse
It's like I'm floating in space
I see that look on your face
It takes me back to our first night
Back to the party where it felt right
I feel that same closeness taking hold
When we're on stage shining and bold
When your voice meets mine
Your soul and my vibe intertwine
Woman, when you sing, you're sexy I always fall for my rock star baby
Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby
Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby
Sing with me I want a woman like you
Take me to the end of the world
A woman like you
Give me your heart, baby Your body, baby
Gimme your good old funk Your rock, baby, your soul, baby
Sing with me I want a man like you
To take me to the end of the world
A man like you
And I told myself, "For sure, he's gonna kiss me."
But, you clown, you went back to your pals.
You ok?
No.
Cécile?
I think I'm having a miscarriage.
I'm going home.
- What? You're pregnant? - Yes.
Don't worry. I'll...
I'm going home,
I'll rest, I'll sleep, I'll be fine.
Let me take you to the hospital.
No. I'll be ok. I'm not waiting hours in ER.
It's pointless.
I'm going home.
Look...
Come with me.
What?
Come on.
In here.
Wait here a sec.
Follow me.
Lift your t-shirt and undo your jeans.
It's going to be cold.
Let's see if everything's alright.
There it is.
There's nothing alarming.
Be sure to get a sonogram. But everything seems fine.
Are you ok?
Here, wipe yourself off.
This baby's not good news?
It's alright.
Ok?
You have a good month to make a decision.
So don't panic.
You're free to do what you want.
Thank you.
You ok?
Yes.
Shall we?
This is Sofiane Garbi's voicemail. Leave a message.
Hi.
Look...
I wanted to say I'm sorry...
I wanted to apologize.
I wasn't able to talk to you the way I wanted to.
I'm sorry, I couldn't...
I wasn't able to.
There.
We should have said everything. I wasn't able to say
what I wanted to say.
Please forgive me.
I was too afraid of losing you, I was afraid...
we'd lose each other.
I can't keep this child.
I don't want to.
That's how it is.
And I really hope
that you'll forgive me and I...
I love you.
Bye.
Got any coffee left?
- Here it comes. - Go ahead.
She wanted a child
And I wasn't so keen
Yet it didn't take much at all
Using her arguments
To make me a papa
Cécile
My girl
When her belly filled out
Laughing out loud
She told me, "You can be proud
"We are having a boy"
And here you are
Cécile
My girl
And I know soon enough
You too will be having
Ideas and romances as well
Sweet words on your chest
And strong hands on your hose
Cécile
My girl
As for me
I'll wait up for you all night
Till you slip in at daylight
But when morning comes I'm the one who will blush
To see your eyes all a flush
Cécile
My girl
No way.
For the desire we have
To choose our own way
Keep our feelings in play
Hear what our heart has to say
To behold wide-eyed
Every starry sky
Reach out a hand
To what destiny's planned
Yearn even more, tomorrow again
Leave one day for good
Our love never would
Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track
Savor moments we can play back
Leave one day with no trace
Forget even your face
Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track
Aim for tomorrow, start from scratch
For the love that you give
That can't be short-lived
A love that we forgive
For a dream we never outlive
For the pleasure newfound
Of freedom unbound
Open your eyes With no goodbyes
Empty your mind Reach for the skies
Leave one day for good
Our love never would
Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track
Savor moments we can play back
Leave one day with no trace
Forget even your face
Go, don't look back Leave regret in our track
Savor moments we can play back
LEAVE ONE DAY
Subtitles by Mariette Kelley & Cynthia Schoch
Subtitling: Trans Perfect Media France