Who are they?
Our American exchange students. Ladd and Thomas.
I came down to practice my singing when I found them.
Practice your singing?
I’m sorry, we gave them Bella,
who could do 32 fouettés at the age of 10,
and André, who was landing triple tours en l’air out of the womb
and Jack sent us fucking Beavis and Butt-Head?
It looks like they went clubbing.
And this one got a tattoo of Billie Eilish on the back of his neck.
Or maybe Travis Kelce...
Get them up,
hose them off,
and get them to wherever they’re supposed to be.
Wait!
For a friend.
A pleasure, as always.
Yes, please continue pushing the button.
It will turn out so much better if you never stop pushing.
Bruna? It’s Geneviève!
You broke my bell.
I just pushed it.
Don’t do that.
What’s this?
That’s Mishi.
Here.
What’s this?
Poison.
Just a large bag of poison.
I told you to stop bringing food. I eat.
You need to eat more than cheap meat and old beer.
Oh, that reminds me...
Let me make you a salad.
You make it, you eat it.
Just lettuce and dressing.
You like lettuce and dressing.
That’s a lie.
Cheyenne is worried about you.
I am not a giant tuna in Russian fishing waters.
She is not worried about me.
She wrote you a note.
Oh a note...
Well, that’s very different.
Should I read it to you?
“You will eat everything in this bag you stubborn barnyard animal
or I will burn down your house while you sleep in your bed.”
That’s beautiful. You two have a wonderful relationship.
Go home.
I’ll make you a deal - a bite of this, a bite of that.
Throw that shit out.
And you didn’t tell me it came with a dog.
What happened to your neighbor with the cell phone?
Cheyenne hasn’t been able to get in touch with you for days.
She visits her sister, she takes her phone. I don’t control the world.
Girl...
Girl!
Sorry. Yes, Madame Toussaint.
Stand in front of me.
Does that thing shit?
Simi? Oh, no.
No? It’s a shitless dog?
Yes. I mean she does - but she won’t. I will take her out.
Mishi is a very responsible girl.
I’ll put this in the fridge.
Put that in the trash.
Oh, I see your family of rats moved back in.
How nice, I’ve missed you!
Sleep here.
If you last the night, I’ll move this stuff tomorrow.
That sleeps in here.
Yes.
Not on the bed.
On the floor. Not on the bed.
Not on the bed.
What’s that?
This is for you.
It’s not any more fucking fruit, is it?
No. It’s just...
What is that?
It’s a crystal water carafe.
You fill it and keep it by your bed at night.
In case you get thirsty.
There’s cheese in the fridge if you’re hungry.
Smell it first.
Hello everyone. I’m Geneviève Lavigne.
Welcome to our beautiful theater.
Since our company’s founding in 1669,
we continue to strive for a level of artistic excellence
to exceed even the lofty expectations of Louis XIV himself.
You’ve all received our official press release,
including biographies of all our company members
and this season’s repertoire.
I’d be happy to answer any questions you have.
Yes, Iris Chastain from Le Monde. Iris?
Ms. Lavigne, would you like to clarify your remarks on the radio yesterday?
You seemed to minimize a major environmental disaster off our coast?
Yes, I would. Thank you for the opportunity...
So that’s good news!
Next question?
Perhaps about our exciting new season with the Americans?
Jacques Macon from L’Obs.
What about the harm done to marine life?
Great.
Great question.
An excellent statistic, I think.
Next question?
You seemed to make a joke about the spill on radio yesterday...
Oh, I did not...
You called it a “hiccup”
and equated hiccups to the harmful effects of an oil spill.
Have you not had really bad hiccups, Valentine?
Not the giggly kind - the really bad kind.
Has your child not had them?
I think every parent would agree it is no laughing matter.
32 of 34 crew members have been rescued.
What happened to the other two?
The other two?
Yes, what is their status, Ms. Lavigne?
Are they dead?
Or are they just injured, Ms. Lavigne?
Or missing?
Ms. Lavigne has not been provided any further information on this matter.
Can we move on?
Are the Americans assisting in the cleanup effort, Madame?
I did not call on you!
Please wait ‘til you’re called on!
This text update just came in.
Anything else?
-Anything? -3 messages. Nothing.
With everything else I have to deal with...
We’re losing the light.
And what would you like me to do?
Become Superman and fly the Earth backwards in time?
I think we should reschedule.
No rescheduling! Tobias will be here! I have cargo shorts for him.
We’re losing the -
I’m going to throw you off the building
if you say that one more time!
You know -
I’m done.
He doesn’t care about this, I don’t care about this.
Just take Gabin’s picture. We’ll Photoshop Tobias in later.
This is too important to use Photoshop. This is my moment.
Madame...
we have a slight situation.
Gabin, I don’t have time for one of your tantrums.
Go. Snap snap snap.
I have a million more important things I need to be doing right now!
Why am I even here?
I’m coming.
Okay, I can’t guarantee how this is going to look but we’re here, so...
I try to protect you,
but I cannot protect you from this.
-Shit. -Not Björk.
Where’s the dog?
...That’s right,
tonight is not about oil. Tonight is about the arts,
about dance, and about Le Ballet National...
Madame and Monsieur Duplessis, welcome.
Such a special night for the company and for your daughter.
We were so excited we could hardly sleep last night.
Mishi’s things are gone, along with her dog.
I’ve been calling and texting and I get no response. What do you know of this?
-Madame - -What did you do? Where is she?
Madame... I’m going to stop you right there.
All I can say is that one of my dancers came to me with a problem and I solved it.
That’s my job.
If you want to fire me, fire me. But do it tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m going to enjoy the Gala.
Smile.
Oh, shut up, Florent.
You saw that Pharrell was in the third row?
With Marion Cotillard?
No, really?
I met her once.
She called me handsome.
You look sad, Gabin.
-Why are you sad? -Not now, Matthieu.
Is it because Pharrell yawned? When he saw you walk out?
Maybe he has jet lag.
Or maybe taste.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I was just teasing.