Marie-Francine

MARIE-FRANCINE

Marie-Francine, it's your man!

In here.

- You good? - Great and you?

We're celebrating Jean-Noël's PhD.

- I'm glad you came. Been a while. - True.

How are you, Emmanuel?

Let's talk, Marie-Francine.

- At home. - No, without the girls.

They're visiting your mom.

- You took them to the station today. - True.

Potato chip crumbs?

Let's take a walk.

It's pouring. To talk about what?

Nothing serious?

All right then.

Tell me.

I'm in love.

I fell in love.

I tried to resist but I can't turn back.

No one knows yet.

Except your parents.

My parents?

Since they know you best. Most. Longest.

They knew at lunch last Sunday?

Yes.

That's why they were nice.

I told them Saturday after tennis.

You manage to play?

She's 32. I must keep fit!

I mean...

Her name is Caroline.

You'll meet sooner or later.

She thinks you're really cute.

She saw me?

Your picture. At the house.

For my massage therapy after my ski accident.

Health care, like you.

I'm a research scientist.

Wait... wait for me!

You gave me two invaluable daughters.

Leave me alone!

I parked nearby! Don't take the metro!

Screw off!

Marie-Francine?

Yes, my love.

I did it. It's over.

No, I'm alone.

Yes, a few minutes ago.

It wasn't easy.

Baby-boo was very brave.

How you shocked our guests yesterday!

Arnaud sat you down and you fell into a coma.

We laughed so hard!

Thibault won't be back from Berlin till June 23rd.

Two months to get on your feet and, I hope,

to get your little hubby back.

And for laundry or a chat, ding-dong, we're home.

The throne. Squat squat, but clean clean.

The neighbors offered 600-700. Is 300 okay?

It's not bad!

Are you not well?

I'm fine...

Look.

Emmanuel?

Aymeric!

- How are you? - Fine.

I work in Blois now.

In Paris on weekends.

I'm good... And you?

Great.

- I thought you had two. - Two what?

Two daughters.

I only have two. The one with the hat...

isn't my daughter.

A friend?

She's the girls' friend now, but my girlfriend.

Oh shit!

- And Marie-Francine? - Over.

Oh shit.

- You left her? - No, she left me.

It was her choice.

Now I'm with Caroline. Caro.

I never expected this.

It's been so easy. It's fine with the girls.

- Where does she live? - Who?

Marie-Francine.

She's looking for a place.

For the time being, she found a room nearby.

A hotel room?

No, a maid's room.

The girls told me. She won't see or talk to me.

I don't get it.

It's dumb. We could stay friends.

I'd forgotten flat bellies exist. Not fat. Concave!

Flat even when sitting.

Isn't that tops?

Aymeric!

How do I look?

Nice. Very nice.

Dad!

It's Mom. She wants to go get her stuff.

- Okay? - Yes, she can take her time.

Hugs and kisses to her!

Hugs and kisses...

Hugs and kisses!

- What's this? - My birth certificate, and my kids'.

Let me see.

And the orange file?

My last three tax returns. Let's wait for Mr. Jousse.

Did you get her pay slips?

October 2015 is missing.

Isn't this it?

Excuse me.

I didn't introduce Romain, my tenacious junior-high intern.

Your papers and pay slips are fine.

But I need two guarantees,

Mrs. Doublet.

Two?

Even with 10 years on the job, it's the rule.

I can get my parents, I think. Otherwise...

No siblings?

A sister, but she said this year would be difficult.

Yes... I don't know...

Girlfriend? Colleague?

And your husband?

You're on good terms?

No, I wouldn't want that.

You want the apartment?

Yes.

So ask your husband.

Yes... you have no choice.

I got it... I understand.

When you began working there, you didn't smoke. Still don't?

Very good.

Have you noticed in your stool

little golden-colored filaments?

Brownish gold?

I don't know. I don't look.

But I'll look next time.

Why are we worrying about this only now?

I agree. It should have been ages ago.

The asbestos dates from the time of construction.

The entire left wing will be condemned.

Don't worry. You're not the only one to leave.

I assume they'll find you new jobs.

This is about your health.

Nothing more valuable, right?

So the building must be evacuated by the 16th.

I imagine you've already been told.

Damn!

They're totally...

Did you see a yellow notebook?

- Like this? - Yes!

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

He's very cute,

a foot taller than me, great kisser...

In fact, Octave twirled his tongue, all mushy, but this one...

he darts his tongue, stops, starts again differently.

It's magical, amazing!

- Honey... - One kiss and right away...

I'm not your pal, Clémence.

We want to get married. We talk about it!

Wait a little. It's only been six days.

Excuse me, your company vouchers expired.

Ten days ago.

We don't take checks. Cash or credit.

I forgot my card. No cash, nothing.

Wait, I'm sending...

I'll run home and back.

- I'll put him on. - Your boyfriend?

No, Dad. He's up in the apartment.

We're downstairs having chinky...

Excuse me, Chinese.

With Clémence. I didn't bring my card.

She told you.

By text. It's why he called.

Thanks, see you in a sec.

He comes home every lunch for a quickie.

A what?

A quickie!

What's that?

For a quickie!

For once I was eating at home.

- You're splitting? - I have class.

Mom, see you Sunday.

See you tonight.

She's grown up.

For the move on Saturday, can we say noonish instead of 8?

I'm not moving.

You got my guarantee?

I shouldn't have said I was laid off.

I say tell the truth!

I saw.

- Marie-Noëlle will let you stay. - Thibault's back from Berlin.

And Thotho and Marion?

In Nouméa. Two years now.

And your girlfriend with the mustache?

- Dominique. - Yeah, her.