Mme Mills, une voisine si parfaite

Mr. Ming-Pei Paulikevitch wrote this work...

seven years before ''Calder's "Circus".

I'm telling you, this is gonna be turn art history upside down!

This sculpture consists of three independently moving parts...

that are a perfect match.

Two of them are mine, and this is what they look like.

And the third part I will receive shortly.

Mr. Rosenberg, if I understand correctly...

show me two parts here...

a sculpture of a unknown Russian artist.

And you don't have the third piece.

And these three parts shall together...

the history of art of the 20th century?

That's right, they will.

We can prove, that Paulikevitch the inventor...

of three-dimensional art, and not Calder!

And this, that's worth a lot of money.

And you come to that third part?

No kidding?

Trust me.

- And? - It's rented!

Too bad, I'm all alone. I really liked it up there.

Don't worry, this time the owners made right.

The new tenant should be very quiet.

A lonely old lady. No kids, no dogs, no problems.

- Bonsoir! - Monsieur Cottin, a package for you!

- Have you seen her yet? - Have you seen her yet? You're gonna love her!

I think she's a foreigner. Wait a minute!

- How is that pronounced? - Missus.

- Again. - Missus.

- Miss Mill, now. - Millssss. With a "sssss"!

- That's a lot of "sss". - Nobody's perfect.

Just call her "madam." I gotta get that! See you!

Hello Edouard, what's up?

-The Canadians do the marketing! - What?

They interfere with marketing?

I got a call from Stephen Boyd earlier.

- His department wants to settle everything. - Impossible.

They can't just do that, without my consent!

Bonsoir. My name is Mrs. Mills.

- I'm your new neighbor. - I'm glad to meet you. No!

You're not answering. I'll talk to you tomorrow at the office.

- Excuse me... - I'm delighted to see you...

To get to know you! Madame Hélène, right?

Hélène is enough, the "madame" is redundant.

Redun - what?

Oh, my French is ch-ch-ch-ch!

I'm gonna have to get back on the stockings.

- That's what they say, right? - It's all right.

Your French is perfect. Excuse me.

I have a lot of work to do today.

Call me Scarlett.

Scarlett?

- Scarlett Mills. - Scarlett Mills.

Hélène. Hélène Mercier. Welcome.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

...what do a lawnmower and brake pads together ?

You could both be preprogrammed deficiency

...will be affected by gasoline.

We had rather pleasant weather yesterday, is this how it's going to be?

It's cloudy anyway...

The performance of Emmanuel Macron, I say performance.

because according to Arnauld Benedetti the performance of an actor.

With our president, who has a little bit of a history of Louis XIV...

- Bonjour, Mathilde! - Hello, Hélène.

- Thanks. - Les éditions Savannah, hold on!

Bother!

Hi, Helene. My dream was Dantesque!

I was sitting in a highchair, sort of, high chair.

Out of a clear sky appears Barbara Cartland with a spoon.

She's coming towards me. I want to keep my mouth shut...

but I can't do it, and bam! She feeds me strawberry yogurt.

It was bad. I couldn't sleep!

Strawberry yogurt, that's awful! But otherwise you're okay?

Well, I have a breathing problem.

I have a lump in my breast, so I can't breathe properly.

- So how's it going with the therapist? - Stop it!

Sorry, but I thought, you would have said 9:00.

That was my mistake. For us, 9 is 8:30.

We would like some coffee!

Who is this Hilary Simpson, that e-mailed me last night?

She's our new marketing manager.

Apparently she's the head of marketing in Toronto.

- Okay, so what? - She's in charge from now on...

as we here in Marketing continue and communicate.

- This is still my company. - You just don't want to admit it!

You have the majority of your shares...

to pay your debts.

And you have a contract with Stephen Boyd...

who's still buying your remaining shares.

Your vehement denial of the facts is incredible.

Whatever, Toronto's a long way away, isn't it?

What's our new guy's name?

Toronto is closer, than you think you are right now.

Charles. Charles Pinson. And I love your publishing house.

Next time. I'd like milk in my coffee.

- Where did you get that? - He has a PhD in philosophy.

He won awards at the Paris Conservatory.

And he has an autistic disorder that but doesn't show up in social media.

That's why we hired him.

Thanks to him, we will finally be able to to the 21st century.

He's my maid's son.

Another one? At least try it!

I did. Didn't do any good.

I'll just take away all your lighters.

A delightful balancing act!

With you Parisians the can-can simply belongs to it!

In every cliché there is some truth!

Could you possibly unlock it for me?

Yes, of course. Let me help you, my child.

Wait, Mrs. Mills. These are much too heavy.

Please, don't trouble yourself.

- Shall I take them to your office? - Mrs. Mills, that's really not necessary.

What kind of magnificent view of La Défense!

So romantic! Have you read them all?

Yes, I have read and published them.

You work in a publishing house?

Yeah, something like that. I'm a publisher.

Publisher! Oh, how delightful!

You are certainly very successful!

It keeps within limits. It's just a small publishing house.

Mrs. Mills, you've done quite enough.

Call me Scarlett. What's the name of your publisher?

- Les éditions Savannah. - What?!

Oh, my God.

Oh my God!

What a coincidence!

I know them all by heart! I am your most loyal and avid reader!

I am overwhelmed!

It's incredible...

Fleurine and Marcelin in ""The Opal of the Hindi".

This is love! True, true love!

Where will we go ...still carry that passion?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Just as I am sure of my heartbeats.

He takes her hand and put it to his heart.

What a grand gesture!

"I follow you through hell, Alistair, if our love requires it."

As I can see, you're a big fan.

Aristotle and Mathilda in "Close Encounters."

It's upsetting.

"You are the mother. The foster mother of my best friends''.

''To my beloved heroes".

Oh, I'm getting queasy! Do you have anything to drink?

- A small cup of tea? - I'm not sick.

I just feel queasy. That's different.

- Don't you have anything stronger? - I have vodka.

It's the strongest I've got.

Well, look who's here.

Take it easy, kid.

That I'm going to be... moved in with you...

is the result of a series of coincidences.

You and I have to go to find out together...

what this means. - You'd make a good writer, Scarlett.

Scarlett Rose Josephine Hippolyta Mills.

Is that your grandmother?

The similarity is simply amazing!

Which being did the Hélène of that time?

She was a little girl, that his grandmother loved.

What about you, Scarlett?

I was going back to Paris. My father... lived here during the war.

But tell me more from your lovely grandmother!

I grew up with her. My parents died when I was 12.

Then when she died, I inherited the family business.

For the past few years romance novels don't do well anymore.

And I couldn't or I wouldn't, as Edouard always says...

take the necessary measures. That's why I had to...

sell my shares to the Canadians. The Stephen Boyd Company...

who, with her brain-burning marketing pitch gets on your nerves.

What's inane?

You won't find that in "The Signature of Destiny"...

or in "Newlyweds." Hence... they don't sell anymore either.

These days, love is like the flu.

You catch it. And you end up in bed. Voilà!

Savannah is for the modern world like a cup of chamomile tea.

It's old-fashioned, unfashionable, obsolete, pathetic and poor.

Just lousy.

Your husband must have forgotten his keys. I'm off!

No, it's Sabine. She brings me the new books.

May I please use your restroom?

Sure, just down the hall to the left.

- Bonsoir! - Hello, Hélène.

Already met your new neighbor?

- Yes, just now. - She's very charming, isn't she?

- She's really nice. - I told you.

I'm a good judge of character.

- Right. - Well, I'll leave you alone again.

Thanks again, Sabine. See you.

And your husband? Is he still coming?

Which one? No husband, no fiance. I don't even have a hamster.

And no children either. I am alone.

Excuse me, Scarlett, I've been a little off my game lately.

I need to get this manuscript still reading and revising.

- Can I wash my hands? - Tell me, Scarlett.

Can I give you the manuscript to read? I'm interested in your opinion.

You know your way around.

Oh my God! You mean me?

Editor for Savannah!

I never dreamed this could happen.