A Friendly Tale... (Le bonheur des uns...)

Think it's upstairs? I can't find it.

- It's downstairs. - Are you sure?

You never know the way.

I said, it's left. You're so annoying!

Is it that way?

- Upstairs! - Downstairs!

I'm going home.

A FRIENDLY TALE

Léa...

Léa! A customer.

- What were you doing? - Uh, eating lunch.

- Why do you always eat there? - I don't know.

Not bad, is it?

Don't you like it? I kinda like it.

- Can I be honest? - Sure.

You're invisible in it.

It's a problem if I'm invisible.

- It's no time for you to be invisible. - No, it's not.

How do you know?

You often go past. You held your head high.

Recently, you've looked down.

That's true. I've been having trouble with my husband.

I feel like hiding away. I don't want to be noticed.

No, you need to be visible again or you'll be forgotten.

You're surprising.

What should I do?

The new collection is due.

We'll have a tighter fit, a softer fabric. It'll suit you better.

It'll give you back all your...

texture.

My texture?

Yes.

Okay, I'll come back next week.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Sell those coats. It won't be raining next week.

Don't discourage customers who like something.

She looked cramped. She disappeared in this coat.

Enough of your obsessive honesty.

Do we have too many customers?

She looked fragile. She must feel like she's competing with someone else.

She needs to feel good.

You're a clothes selling psychic!

I mentioned you to HQ.

Why?

Don't tell the others, I'll be running three stores soon.

Great.

I said you could run one.

It'd be great to keep working with you.

- It's the store in La Défence. - Really?

600 square meters, an in-store escalator. It's insane!

You'd get a pay rise.

- Okay? - That'd be fantastic.

Are you sure I can do it?

Don't tell me you're not sure of yourself.

You're reliable. You have a lot of potential.

But don't screw up sales like you did just now.

I had work to do, hon.

Otherwise I'd have had to come back at 7 AM.

You shouldn't let them take advantage, hon.

Well, I may get to manage a big store at La Défence.

Really? Good. I hope you get a pay rise.

Well, it's not a sure thing.

Come on, I'd like to make it to the restaurant before them, for once.

I'm living my best life now. It's true.

I have a great job, great kids,

my best friend near me.

That's cool.

I look a lot younger than I am. Well, I do!

I'm happy, that's all.

And a great husband.

My dear, don't spoil this very emotional moment.

- What about you, Marc? - What?

Are you living your best life?

Yeah, I am, but...

I'll be truly fulfilled

when I become International Key Account Manager.

And I think I'll get it soon.

- Really? - Yes.

You said that before you were Export Manager.

Export Manager is very different to International Key Account Manager.

Well, my life is a complete success.

Waking up with you is a dream. What, Marc?

- Creep! - Thanks.

I agree. What about you, Léa?

- Me? - Is your life a success?

I don't know what that means actually.

She doesn't know!

Maybe it's just... being happy doing what you do.

- You're so cute. - Stop it!

It's true. Look.

You deserve better than just selling clothes.

What?

Karine, I like being in that mall

and seeing different people.

- She does. - I'm happy.

Léa's legendary lack of ambition!

Ah, see what I mean, kitten?

Excuse me, have you chosen the dessert?

Yes, I'm tempted by the floating island.

Sir?

Just a coffee for me.

Me too, just a coffee.

No dessert for me, thanks.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, no.

I'm too full.

Okay, so that's

- two coffees. - Right.

And a floating island. You got it.

Thanks.

If no one's having dessert, I won't, either.

Go on, have a dessert.

I'm watching what I eat.

No, it's okay.

Our floating island is made the traditional way.

And it's fantastic.

See?

Go on!

No, really... No, I won't have a dessert, thanks.

- Look, have it. Don't make a face. - I'm not making a face.

We'll wait while you eat it!

To be nice to my friend, I'll have another look.

- You're giving in. - Yes.

Okay. Excuse me, sir. We are getting dessert.

So, a floating island and...

And...

And...

No, I'm sorry, there's nothing I like.

- False alarm. - Nothing.

Nor for me.

Okay.

Kitten, I'll have a dessert too if you like.

No, you wouldn't let me forget it all night.

- What? - It's true.

- Nonsense. - It's true.

If you need me, I'll be over there.

If we change our minds!

I'll fix this. How about a floating island and four spoons?

Yes! Then I can have a mouthful of yours.

- Sir? - Yes.

So, we'll have a floating island and four spoons.

Right.

- Final answer. - You idiot!

- Okay, a floating island... - No, excuse me.

Actually, three spoons.

I don't like floating islands. They're soft and wobbly.

I don't even call it a dessert.

Great, I don't want it now. Okay, no spoons, thanks.

Sorry, I'll just repeat the order to be sure.

No desserts and no spoons, right?

Right.

Are you having coffee or is that up for debate?

No, it's okay.

It's late, have a floating island.

I don't want it now.

There's also the chocolate melty,

the sorbet assortment, rum baba

with whipped cream, or the Napoleon.

That's damn delicious!

I don't like it.

Give us a couple of hours. My wife can't make quick decisions.

- That's not nice. - It's true.

- I'll be right there. - Thanks.

I know! I'll have an apple turnover. I love that.

With ice cream.

- Yes. - Good idea.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Everything works itself out, even the world's big problems!

You're a genius, my love.

- We've made our minds up. - Definitely.

We're sure of ourselves.

So, please note it down.

So, we're having...

Apple turnover.

Apple turnover with vanilla ice cream, three spoons,

and of course, a floating island

and a spoon for my wife who won't share. - Exactly.

There's no apple turnover.

Yes, there is. It says so on the menu.

It's crossed out. I'm sorry, but there's none left.

I thought it was underlined.

It's not very clear.

- It's not. - None left.

It's not obviously crossed out.

- Not well crossed out. - Thanks.

Are you cross eyed?

That was a lousy joke. Sorry.

I didn't see it. Well, nothing for me.

- Well, nothing for me, thanks. - Nothing?

I'm over there.

- Oh, wow! - He's not happy.

- You're just too much. - What?

He's here to work, not to have fun.

He's working, you're like: "I want..."

You're incapable of making a decision. Totally incapable!

And I should know.

I was clear from the start.

No one's having a dessert, so nor am I.

No, you're not clear.

Forget the dessert. That's a detail.