Dangerous Liaisons (Les liaisons dangereuses)

How far would you go to make a name for yourself?

Become part of the elite?

The elite, 200 years ago, it meant having royal blood.

The aristocracy.

Twenty years ago, it meant being loaded.

Today, you can be noble or rich and still be a loser.

Today, it's all about fame.

Once you've tasted it,

you'll do anything to keep it.

Even if it kills you.

MADAME_DE_FUCK_IT 500K FOLLOWERS

Célène?

Hey, you there?

THREE MONTHS EARLIER…

- Pierre, can you hear me? - Yeah, all good.

- This is gonna work. -Of course it will.

-Because our love knows… -No distance.

Our boy Balzac. Too easy.

Hey, and don't forget, right? You said one story a day.

Why do you want stories and not just videos?

Because it's more fun!

-So, that's fun? -Yeah.

-Hey, Pierre! - Hey, Dad-in-law!

Okay, I'll call you later.

- -

Hey, dumb-ass!

-Why don't you watch where you're going? -

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-Balzac! Come here! -

-Mom would've loved it here. -

Huh? Right, Dad?

God, I miss her.

It's fine. I'm all right. We'll be better off at Uncle Patrick's house.

Balzac!

Hey, the door!

Balzac?

Balzac!

Balzac!

-Have you seen a big black dog? -Yeah, that way!

Balzac!

- - Hey! Hi, guys!

I'm so happy. I finally made it to Biarritz.

- -Balzac!

-Shh! Shh! -Balzac!

-Balzac! -He'll be fine. Let me just put him down.

Don't you ever do that again.

Hey, he's fine, don't worry.

-Your board's ruined. -I have others.

Come on, now, who's a good boy?

Can we do a quick story?

Sure. With pleasure.

We're here with Tristan Badiola, French surf champion.

So, you're not spending the summer in LA this year?

No, my Dad is still working, I need to prepare for some upcoming competitions.

-Can we maybe have a kiss? -Yeah, a little kiss?

-Well, yeah, why not? -

Thanks, ladies. Thanks.

-Hey. Do you need me to take you home? -No, that's okay. Don't worry.

-It's no problem. My name is Tristan-- -Balzac! Balzac!

I could show you around Biarritz if you want.

Have you heard of La Belloteka? Great place to hang--

I'm not looking to hang.

I want to be upfront. I'm in a relationship and I'm faithful.

Okay. Damn it.

How old are you? Because you sound exactly like my grandmother.

I can translate it for you if you want.

Being away from my bae got me trippin',

and here comes this privileged-ass dude with his ride

trying to make me feel some type of way.

Epic fail, though.

That's an interesting try. But no one actually talks like that.

Except the principal of my high school, on second thought.

Wait, Patrick Riva?

-Yeah, right. How do you know? -'Cause he's my uncle.

Whoa.

Hold up. You're Charlotte's cousin?

You're nothing like her. Okay.

-So you're here visiting? -No.

I'm here to do my senior year at Victor Hugo.

Okay.

I guess we'll see each other.

-And who's your man, then? -Pierre.

Pierre…

Pierre stayed back in Paris.

-He's studying to get into medical school. -Okay.

You know what they say about long-distance?

And you know what they say about teeth whiteners?

It wears down your enamel. Be careful.

Don't worry, babe, I won't burst your bubble.

Uh, are we allowed to be friends on Insta, or will your boyfriend be mad?

Come on, don't tell me. You know what Instagram is, don't you?

I think I have better things to do with my time than post my life online.

Such as?

Dealing with my dad's depression and my mom's death.

Well, perfect. There you have it.

Tristan Badiola, the World Champion of Stupidity. Sorry.

Don't worry about it. You couldn't have known, right?

Tristan Badiola.

And Pierre made an Instagram account for me last week.

Célène6475.

-And you can follow me if you want. -Okay.

See you.

-What are you doing with that? -It's a present.

-Welcome to Biarritz. -Thank you, but no. You can keep it.

Hey, you live in Biarritz now. What are you saying?

-Surfing's not really my thing. -Ah, okay, I see what's up.

You think surfing is a sport for airheads.

You'd much rather spend your time reading novels and sipping a cup of Earl Grey.

-Well, yeah. -Challenge accepted.

Tomorrow at two o'clock at the central beach?

Yeah, only in your dreams.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Balzac. Oh, God.

I'll have you know, I've never used teeth whitener.

See you tomorrow.

-Still not coming. -Better things to do?

Hey, cuz! Follow my Insta.

- -This is so tight!

It's so tight. So far, I pick my novel and Earl Grey over this.

- Well? -Gotta say.

-Surfing's actually pretty cool. -I was talking about the view.

Pretty great.

The Rocher de la Vierge is like the icon of Biarritz.

Eiffel built the metal bridge

and Napoleon III drilled a hole through the rock.

Penetrating the impenetrable. You'd think they could've left poor Mary alone.

-Are you a feminist then? -Trying to be.

Beautiful.

-That kinda looks like an engagement ring. -'Cause it is one.

Pierre and I are getting married next year.

Are you serious?

I don't see what's so funny.

I got two words, "But why?"

Because I want to. Because I believe in marriage.

Because I don't really care to sleep around.

Do you think you can stop laughing, please?

Hey, listen, if you want to live like it's the 1700s, be my guest.

You can't control much when you're 17,

but you can control what you do with your body.

And I've decided that I'll share my body with one man.

-You've never believed in soulmates? -I've never really thought about it.

You're nothing like Pierre who… Shit, Pierre!

He and I were supposed to FaceTime.

-I spy someone who's in trouble. -Maybe it's nothing.

- It's never nothing. -

You should keep your phone on you like a normal person.

Instead of living like it's the '90s. That's on you.

SOS BIATCH WHEN ARE YOU BACK??

Guillermo, you're gonna book me a flight to Biarritz.

- You know you can call me "Dad." -Now, Guillermo.

Bring my bags!

Célène?

Here's a present that maybe you'll appreciate a bit more.

So basically you're saying I'm a bad surfer?

-Proust? -Mmm-hmm.

Is this an early edition?

-Mmm-hmm. -No way.

Really, it's just… I don't think I can accept this.

Better off with you than collecting dust on my shelf.

And what's this?

I don't know, what is it? That's weird.

"Dear Madame de Riva, there's a little get-together at my house on the 31st."

"Some honorable homies will be there if you want to drop by."

"I could introduce you to everyone."

"Sincerely, Tristan de Badiola."

"Your Biarritz buddy."

I would've texted it to you, but I wasn't sure you were familiar with technology,

so I decided on this instead.

Can I also invite my cousin?

POOL PARTY AT TRISTAN'S DON'T YOU KNOW?