What We Have

It is forbidden to go on the train tracks.

Do you hear me?

Nothing will happen to him. Let him be.

- Leave me alone. - No.

Is there nobody who will call me from the dead

by restoring my dear money to me,

or by telling me who has taken it?

What's that you say?

It is no one.

Whoever has committed the deed

must have watched carefully for his opportunity,

and must have chosen the very moment

when I was talking with my miscreant of a son.

Thank you, Maurice. Thank you.

How on earth does an actor from Paris end up in North Bay?

I mean, what brings you here?

I needed to get some air.

Well, you got it here, that's for sure!

Maurice - it's so French.

Your accent will be an added draw for the girls.

And good for the role of The Miser as well.

We're a theater for young audiences.

The pay's not great, but it's a lot of fun, you'll see.

Works for me. Thanks.

That's great.

Congratulations. I'm Fanny.

I play all the female roles in the company.

- Maurice. - I know.

It's cute, your accent.

Thanks.

Do you want to talk a bit?

I just need to know what level of language you're at.

Are you taking the bus?

Where's your school?

See you soon.

Everything is going splendidly.

Well, what is it, Frosine?

Wait, wait, wait...

I don't think she's so full of love at that moment.

OK, whatever you want.

What if she held his arm?

I need to take you for a drink sometime.

North Bay isn't Paris, for sure,

but there's lots to do.

Really? Like what?

Maurice, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

Michael, allow me to present our newest recruit.

Maurice, this is Michael.

Our set designer, head of wardrobe and office manager.

Slash understudy, slash technician.

Be nice to this one. He signs the checks.

An actor...

Excuse me.

So, we have a contract to discuss.

Whenever you're ready.

I'll follow him then.

Sure.

I didn't know you spoke French.

What difference does that make?

Listen, it's just that I'm not looking to settle down,

that's all.

What do you think?

I'm not desperate either, Mr. France.

Look it over in case you change your mind.

- I have faith. - Funny, I don't believe you.

Anyway, I'm not the one who hired you.

I'd advise you to honor your commitments.

Divorce by mutual consent, you guys don't do that?

I'm kidding.

Welcome to the troupe then.

Hey, Maurice, you're leaving us?

Yes, if you don't need me anymore.

I'm tutoring someone tonight.

No problem.

I lost my watch. Seen it, by chance?

No.

Well then, see everybody tomorrow.

Bye, Memo.

Memo!

I walked along the paths.

I walked...

In French, please.

I walked...

...that's past tense, isn't it?

Yes, it's past tense.

Don't worry about your grammar.

It's excellent.

Very well. And you?

I've forgotten my French.

Hang on a second.

I'm doing very well, sir.

She's nice, right?

I'd better go.

Oh, excuse me.

Close the door, please.

Getting the perfect pencil line

is all in the movement of the hand.

Never tense up.

Like in archery.

Do you want to practice putting on your make-up?

He's good at it, right, Michael?

Don't need it.

Monsieur Maurice can put on his make-up all by himself.

Excuse me, Mr. France.

Your shitty lipstick.

I thought you were kind of sexy at first.

It's true all this shyness has a certain charm.

I didn't think borrowing each other's stuff

was a big deal.

Listen, Fanny...

We'll be working together for a while.

So maybe you should learn a thing or two

about getting along with others.

What did I ever do to you?

Do you need a hand?

So, you're a swimmer?

Since I was little.

Little shit, try that again and I'll kick your ass!

You shouldn't have.

Want some?

Okay, thanks.

Here. Finish drying yourself.

Maurice, get closer to Fanny, please.

Like this?

- You like that? - Yeah, seems good.

- Michael, do you need help? - It's all good.

Don't think that I'm an easy girl.

Wait a second.

What am I doing now?

Maurice puts on his coat.

Maurice leaves the cafe.

Maurice enters the cafe...

...and sits on the bench.

Also, you forgot that I opened the door.

Maurice takes off his coat.

Maurice puts his finger in his nose.

It's a full house. Oh my god, how exciting!

OK, so have fun everybody. The buyers are in the room.

Maurice, aren't you even a bit nervous?

No, I'm fine.

OK, kids, let's go.

Break a leg, everybody.

What, dear Elise! You grow sad

after having given me such dear tokens of your love.

I see you sigh in the midst of my joy.

Can you regret having made me happy?

And do you repent of the engagement

which my love has forced from you?

No, Valére, I do not regret what I do for you.

I feel carried on by too delightful a power.

Stop! Give me back my money, wretch!

It's me...

My mind is wandering.

And I know not where I am, who I am or what I am doing.

Alas!

My poor money.

My dearest friend.

They have bereaved me of thee.

And since thou art gone, I have lost my support,

my consolation, my joy.

It's all over for me.