Good morning, Madame Toussaint.
Excuse me, Madame? I was wondering...
Might it be possible for me to get a key?
...To the apartment?
Why?
Well, I need to get in when you’re not here.
Cheyenne never had a key.
Cheyenne never needed a key.
There is one key. Outside in the plant.
I thought that was just the emergency key.
In case one of us forgets our key?
It is the key.
-Is she in? -She is not. He is.
Damn it.
She has no problem with staples.
She, like most people,
would prefer that a stack of super-important papers
be fastened together securely by a staple.
He does not.
He, unlike most people, would like them paperclipped.
Which, if you ask me, is flirting with disaster.
Good luck with that.
Where’s Geneviève?
Lucien, why did you let him in?
-I did not! -I need to talk to her.
She’s not here. What do you need?
Do you know when she’ll be back?
Young man,
anything you were going to say to Geneviève you can say to me.
When Geneviève is gone, I am Geneviève. Okay?
Look at me and see her.
It’s hard - she’s more charming and wears less makeup.
What do you want?
I was told to check in.
I’m back from my week of banishment.
-And you seem very repentant. -What’s there to repent for?
Matthieu’s a dick and he started it. Is he repentant for being a dick?
You’re lucky I wasn’t Geneviève when Geneviève punished you,
because I would’ve crammed you in a box
like in “Bridge on the River Kwai.”
I’m not familiar with that -
is that a silent film from your childhood?
Keep punching people and we’ll keep suspending you,
longer and longer each time,
until finally the only dancing you’ll be doing is around the question,
“Why aren’t I a dancer anymore?”
-Is that all? May I go? -Yes.
I want you to! Go! Go!
It should be higher, by the way.
What?
The chair. It should be higher. You’re too low at the desk.
Like this?
Now you’re too high.
Nope. Can I see you up high again?
Get out of here, get out of my sight!
Oh, how nice of her to come to class...
A real woman of the people.
Don’t let them get to you.
You’re a soloist now.
Head high.
Thanks.
There he is -
Napoleon back from Elba. The enfant terrible!
We have missed you!
But more importantly, I have forgiven you.
Good man.
Let’s start at the barre with 2nd position.
Music please.
Strong core. Engage the core.
Press off the floor.
Excellent. 1, 2, 3.
Gabin. Stay in formation.
Gabin! You’re ahead. Slow it down.
Thank you everybody.
You’re sickling on your jeté.
No, you are sickling on your jeté!
MOM CALL ME!!!
Look at this.
What does that mean?
I don’t know - ask her.
Mishi - See Alain about new solo.
What new solo?
-I have no idea. -Really?
Really. I’m just now seeing this, too.
Well! Hope you have a good discussion, then.
Maybe he’ll ask if anyone else in her family wants a role.
With enough cousins, they could replace the whole corps.
Madame. The key was not in the plant.
Where are you going?
Inside.
No. It’s Monday.
-What? -It’s Monday. My Monday night man is over.
I don’t understand.
Which part?
You have a Monday night man over.
So you’ve worked it out.
But how long will I have to stay out here?
Until it is done.
Don’t worry. The dog saw nothing.
Excuse me, Lucien?
He’s changed his mind.
He no longer wants paper clips. He wants to go back to staples.
Do you know what I want to go back to?
Geneviève.
Go to the Windy City and bring her back.
Tell her we have wind here, too.
Please?
I...
Oh, hello.
Is Geneviève around?
I am so tired of repeating myself.
I’m sorry.
I have to explain again, to yet another person who has no idea what is going on,
just how things function when Geneviève is “out of office.”
-I can come back? -No,
you can’t come back.
She is not just “out of office.” She is “out of France.”
-For how long? -It doesn’t matter.
-It doesn’t? -No,
because there is no need to wait for her to come back for your problem to be solved.
Because I am Geneviève.
You don’t see Raphaël right now. You are seeing Geneviève.
There is no difference, understand?
-I do. -Now,
how can I, aka Geneviève, help you?
-It’s about Cheyenne’s mother. -Bruna?
I am not Geneviève! Call her directly. Here. Use her phone.
This is her cell. On this Post-it.
Leave a voicemail. She’ll call right back. Bye-bye!
So...
you snitched on me?
The big scary lady was mean to you, so you had to call your Mommy?
-I’m sorry, Madame, I just didn’t - -What are you,
5 years old? Huh?
Speak, girl!
I didn’t know what else to do!
I had to sleep in a hallway on a hard floor,
your neighbors are very mean,
none of the bathroom knobs work right...
So what?
I feed you, I make coffee, and I didn’t sell your dog,
even though I got 4 different offers.
You’re welcome.
What?
Who offered to buy my dog?
You’re an ingrate. A spoiled little ingrate.
An ingrate?
Madame, I don’t know why you’re so mad. All I wanted was a key.
What is it with you and keys?
Most people have keys!
There was a time when no one had keys at all.
When people lived in caves.
And it was better back then.
Less complaining. And people died younger. Good for the planet.
I don’t know how to relate to you, Madame.
Why do you need to relate to me?
Because we’re living in the same space!
Hey, Bruna! You have a minute?
No!
My dog is not for sale!
Girl! Up!
What?
You wanted to relate to me. Up! Up!
This is the girl.
Bonbon!
What!
This is the girl!
Oh!
Thank you.
This is the girl.
Why does he have a donkey?
You need to know everybody’s business?
I can’t take Zolpidem.
Why not?
I could barely open my eyes the next day.
Yes, but you slept.
Have you tried Donormyl?
Donormyl makes my legs twitch.
Maybe I have someone hold a pillow over your head. Push hard.
Long sleep.
I have to take a leak.
Can you hold this for me?
Yes, sir.
Ah! They clean the river for the Olympics,
there’s less fish.
The fish like dirty water.
Bruna.
This is the boy!
Is that a fish?
-Am I catching a fish? -Hope so.
Hey, hey. My pole, my fish!