When Margaux Meets Margaux (La Belle et la Belle)

You lost

Respect Toto,

you gave me a good licking.

How about I lick you for real?

Hi.

Hi.

Bye.

Bye.

WHEN MARGAUX MEETS MARGAUX

Could I get the milk on the side, please?

So,

your total is 7,95 euros

with the M&Ms.

Actually, I'll skip the M&Ms.

We take credit cards.

That's not why. I'm just skipping them.

In that case, 2,95 euros.

Going to the cow show?

Excuse me?

Going to the cow show?

No.

It's just that I am.

I thought maybe...

you were.

Right, but I'm not.

Thanks.

Got makeup remover?

As if!

As if I go around with makeup remover.

I slept with the kilt guy.

As if! You got into his kilt?

No comment.

- Stop saying "as if." - My little brother's expression.

There are pins. You don't unbuckle the straps.

Right, a kilt.

A kilt.

Will you tell Jonas?

No way.

- Will you tell Jean? - Him neither.

Catch the last metro?

Somebody had puked.

Shit.

Just getting your answer now.

So, am I right?

Yeah, you're right.

My break's over.

What'll you have?

- Coffee with a drop of milk. - Macchiato.

No, milk on the side.

This is the last time.

That?

You come 20 minutes late in yesterday's clothes.

Something came up.

Thanks.

It's mine.

I don't pay you to text all day.

No, you pay me to sell clothes I can't afford on what you pay me.

When I'm not feeding the meter for your car.

It's ok, no one's here.

Come again?

I said no one's here.

No, before. What'd you say before?

Nothing, sorry.

You think you can talk to me like that?

No.

What's with her?

Margaux, Margaux!

Margaux!

Margaux!

Jerome?

I was afraid I wouldn't recognize you.

You won't need it at the funeral.

Is the metro a straight shot? I forget.

Just one change. Shall I?

No, it's fine. I'll deal with it.

Are you married? Any kids?

- Four. - Four? Give me one!

You haven't changed.

What are their names?

Lucas, Nathan, Pauline and Celeste.

Give me Nathan. You love him less, right?

Were you still in touch with her? How'd you find out?

Jocelyne Le Senechal told me.

They were close.

Jocelyne...

She used to put salad in her mashed potatoes, yuck!

Actually it's delicious! Two contrasting textures.

When you mix them...

Never mind.

I can explain, weird though it is.

Show me your purse.

It was this.

Is Jonas here?

No, he went for lunch.

He won't be long. You can wait in the stockroom.

The stockroom?

There are chairs, a coffee machine. As you like.

Or come back later.

Ok, I'll wait.

Tomorrow you'll sing

Tomorrow you'll dance

Tomorrow your velvety feet Will tread the immaculate ground

Of the great white land

The great white land

Tomorrow they'll take your hand

And spin you around

Tomorrow you will be loved

As you have never before been loved...

What's with you?

I don't like death, I hate it.

No one likes it.

But some can stand it. Not me.

I can't take the grave, coffins, shoveled earth...

I'm afraid of not crying, or crying too much.

Crying more than my relationship to the deceased warrants, because...

I'm frightened by my own death.

Or by other people's grief.

Or I picture myself...

in that hole!

We all feel the same.

You don't. You cried just the right amount.

You're a reasonable guy.

I'd barely seen Esther since college.

Only at the wedding of...

what's-her-name, I forget.

How do I get out of this damn cemetery?

Go on back, you'll miss the drinks.

It's not a party!

Elodie and Lou have gotten so fat

I desperately need to change...

my life

How's it going?

Seriously, who wears this?

Not us.

- You stole junk. - It was calling out to me!

They're on to me now.

Hopefully Jonas will dump me.

Dump him yourself. I don't get it.

I don't know how.

And he insists I take up violin again.

That's not enough.

I can do that. Go back to the violin.

No.

- Go back to ballet. - Nope.

Go back to your Master's.

No can do. Impossible.

Why?

No fucking way!

You slept with him. You slept with Gallais?

And you didn't tell me.

I was ashamed.

But he was nice.

What advisor who sleeps with his student is nice?

He is, Gallais. I swear.

He didn't make me feel like shit.

I did anyway, though.

You're messed up.

Sorry, but you really are.

I got flowers. Ever gotten flowers?

How pathetic. Flowers!

Jealous.

As if!

I never saw any flowers here.

I gave them to Jean.

My point exactly.

You're truly messed up.

Reception, hello.

Excuse me, why are there no mini things in the minibar?

Mini things?

You know what I mean,

mini roasted peanuts, mini Toblerones, mini...

mini bottles.

Too many guests were stealing them. I'm sorry.

No room service either?

I'm afraid not.

Two-star service.

Right. Sorry, madam.

Madam yourself!

Madam!

Yes, please.

Thanks.

The word is merci in Iranian, too.

In Farsi.

I didn't know that.

It's true.

Whatever.

Margaux's not here?

Is she avoiding me?

The world doesn't turn around you.

She didn't feel like it.

She's got an early train.

Are you on your way?

Wear anything, nobody's dressed up.

Jerome, what's up?

Why aren't you here? Call me back.

No thanks. I quit 8 years ago.

8 years ago I was 12.

- Not me. - What?

8 years ago I wasn't 12.

That's for sure.