01x01 - Cécile de France

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I'll call you back.

- Leslie?
- Yes.

I'm Gabriel Sarda,
Cecile de France's agent.

The guy on the phone.

You said she'd be here at noon

to get her makeup done.

One o'clock. Isn't she here?

- No.
- She'll be here.

Go on!

Move, damn it!

Don't get mad with Biscotte!

- C?cile?
- Gabriel!

- Where are you?
- Quincampoix-Fleuzy.

- Why?
- We're at the Westin.

Everyone's here. The
journalist, the photographer...

sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

I'm at my horse-riding class.

How many classes are you having?

I thought you could ride.

Yeah, no, I... I got it nailed.

No phone calls on Biscotte!

I just need a bit of a refresher course,

that's all.

Now you got me worried.

The Americans insisted on riding skills.

Can I trust you?

Yeah. My skills are near perfect.

It's...

Look, I'll get back to you.

We're heading into some woods.

- When will you be here?
- In an hour.

Did you stall them?

I told them a whopping great lie again.

I said your kids were...

- That stinks of horse!
- I came straight here.

We have to fix it.

What about the Americans? Is it signed?

They're supposed to
get back to us today.

- C?cile!
- C?cile's here.

- Sorry.
- I'm so glad.

We were worried. We're terribly
late, but it'll be okay.

I'm sorry.

It's okay! C?cile's here!

I'm sorry.

Really sorry.

Turn your face like that.

Look this way.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. There's just this...

No, I'm good. Thanks.

There, the dimple a little.

C?cile, I've heard a rumor

about you making a movie in the States.

Could you tell us a bit more?

This is totally off the record, okay?

Just between us.

Nothing has been signed yet.

We're waiting for the call from L.A.

- And?
- Okay, I'll tell you.

- Yes?
- It's Tarantino's next movie.

Fantastic!

It's called Revenge of the Immortal.

It's about a cowgirl

who becomes immortal and...

So sorry Gabriel, strategy change.

Quentin Tarantino won't be casting
C?cile de France in his film.

Problem with her age. Sorry.

Oh, f*ck!

Yeah, that's great.

So it's a big Hollywood production.

Yeah, it's... It's like a dream for me,

working with Tarantino.

MAIN TITLE

Doors opening.

ASK, good morning.

Hold the line, please.

- Good morning.
- Yes... me too.

- Hi, Mathias.
- Yes, 300,000.

ASK, good morning.

You're talking about a 20-day sh**t.

I'm talking about his
20 years as a star.

I have to see Koltès' play this week.

Two tickets for Tuesday.

Tuesday you've got Kechiche's film.

Thursday, then.

And lunch with Audiard
and Arestrup tomorrow.

I'll take that. Thanks.

You have lunch with Dany Boon tomorrow.

You're a pain, Magali.

Samuel, can I see you later?

I can't have lunch with
Audiard and Dany Boon together.

Okay, one at noon, the other
at two. I'll eat lunch twice.

Call Cl?mentine, apologize,
and say I can't make it tonight.

- Cl?mentine? The one from last week?
- Did I sleep with another Cl?mentine?

- Okay, Arlette?
- Yes, gorgeous.

I don't know.

What do I tell her?

She's great, but I'm
getting bored with her.

No, don't tell her that! Use your brain!

I don't know. Think of something.

Say I've got a meeting
or something. Improvise!

- Gabriel.
- Yes?

You're not returning
C?cile de France's calls?

Yes, I'll... I'll call her.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- And you?
- Yeah.

ASK
- SAMUEL KERR AGENCY

Has anyone called Marion Touitout back?

Either Thursday at two...

or Friday at 11. Okay.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm here to see Mathias Barneville.

Is he expecting you?

No, but it's important.

Leave your photos and r?sum? here.

Look, this agency has nothing but stars.

So don't kid yourself.

I'm not an actress. I
just want to see Mathias.

Your name?

Camille Valentini.

He knows me.

Mathias, without an appointment...

I'm not promising anything. Have a seat.

Mathias, Camille Valentini is here.

Sorry to bother you.

Hello, Camille.

Come.

Coffee, please.

- Very well. And you?
- Tea?

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Why didn't you call?

I don't know. I wanted to surprise you.

What did you say at reception?

I wanted to see you.

I'm not stupid.

It's nice here.

Free lollipops.

It's sugar for the coffee.

Oh, okay.

What are you doing in
Paris? Are you on vacation?

- Sort of.
- What do you mean?

I've been here three weeks now.

Living here, giving it a go...

Why? Didn't you like it in Mandelieu?

It's a lovely place.

People dream of living
on the Côte d'Azur.

You've never wanted to.

- You had a good job.
- Oh, yeah?

What was it?

Selling underwear at home parties.

Thanks.

Have you found an apartment? A job?

Yeah, a small loft apartment.

And I'm looking for a job.

So I thought that, as you know
lots of people in the film industry,

you could help me.

A new fad?

It's not a fad, I'm serious.

I've always loved films.

I don't mind what I do.

Put tape down so the
actor knows where to stand,

hold their umbrellas,

fetch coffee, sushi, cocaine...

- I know it's for me.
- Look,

it's not just something you
do, like dancing or judo.

- I know.
- It's an industry,

and it's full of sharks.

Either you eat everyone
else or you get eaten.

It's so difficult!

Great!

If you love the movies that much,

get a frequent movie-goer pass.

I'm sorry, that's all I can do.

Yes, but I didn't know!

Okay, then, twice...

Sorry, Samuel.

Bootlicker!

Hats off to the artist!

I'm going on vacation, not retiring.

First vacation in eight years.

Pull it down to stop
you phoning your clients.

You don't want to hear these
guys whining for two weeks.

Drink caipirinhas and mojitos...

look at girls' asses,
and say hello to Pel?.

- Why only look?
- As you like.

Thank you, everyone.

Okay, last meeting before I go.

Important news?

My favorite, Pierre Niney, has
been cast in The Monster's Tears

as Guillaume Canet's brother.

Excellent!

Not bad!

Two of our actors.

And what about Guillaume
Canet's contract?

It's moving along.

Anything else? Gabriel?

C?cile de France and Tarantino?

It's not going well?

I wouldn't say that.

- It's not going at all.
- sh*t!

- No way!
- Gabriel?

Yes.

After a year of back and forth
between Paris and Los Angeles,

horse-riding classes,
English lessons...

they don't want her

because she's too old for the part.

C?cile?

- It's Hiroshima-esque!
- Too old? What's the part, a kid?

The thing is,

it's a trilogy, three movies,

which would keep her in work until 2022,

a contract worth millions,

and Gabriel has let it get away.

Mathias, enough!

- I read in an interview...
- Hey!

Magali!

I haven't told her yet.

- No...
- Excuse me.

- For real?
- No, it's okay.

Call later, please.

I've had enough, I'm going!

Do you have an envelope?

Magali!

Where are you going?

Don't do this, Magali.

This is criminal!

I can't take anymore, Andr?a.

You've wrung me dry!

I know, you've told me that before.

Of course you're tired.

We all are, winter's just begun.

Have some royal jelly.

Commute by bike! It'll
give you strength.

If I don't get away from here for good,

I could end up taking it
out on you... physically!

Hey! Is this how you thank me?

I trained you!

- I introduced you all over Paris!
- I don't want to hear it!

I just want to go.

You're not going, I'm f*ring you!

You're fired!

Now I have no assistant.

Would you like a promotion?

No. I mean, that's real nice of you,

but I don't want to do that.

I mean, I'm only doing this part-time.

I'm an actress.

I told you, you must have forgotten.

Speaking of which, I'm in
this show at the moment...

I'm interested.

At Porte des Lilas.

No, thanks.

You...

Are you coming or what?

Where did you come from?

I'm from... the Côte d'Azur.

Near Cannes.

Cannes? Did you work at the festival?

Yes, exactly. The Cannes Film Festival.

Doing what?

That depends. At first...

I was in underwear.

The stars' underwear.

I dealt with emergencies.

Visible panty line, bra strap tearing...

I'd show up...

"Don't cry. We're gonna fix this."

- At the heart of the system.
- Right.

Yes?

Okay, we'll do that.

Okay, I'll get it to you.

I have to go now.

- Do you have a boyfriend?
- No.

- Not planning to have a kid?
- No.

Friends in Paris?

No, I just got here.

My dad, but that's complicated.

You take care of him?

No way.

Okay, straight answers.

Can I call you any day
at four in the morning?

Will you work Sundays and do anything?

Is it a problem having no evenings free?

Yes, yes, and no.

Yes to everything.

Right...

Can you start now?

I can't lie to C?cile.

It's C?cile, I like her too much.

Who's talking about lying?

Simply don't tell her the truth.

Age is the one thing
you can do nothing about.

An actress over 40 is very fragile.

That's like 60 for other women,

or 80 for a man.

Fragility is an actor's strength.

Especially for a woman.
She's like crystal.

We all want to drink from that glass,

but we know how fragile it is.

Your job is to protect it.

I know, but...

Shall I do it?

No, you're kidding. I can manage.

Go on, you'll miss your flight.

And forget everything. Let it all go.

But get back quick!

- Where is he?
- There.

- Careful in the sun!
- Bye, Samuel!

Pull your hat down!

I'll miss him.

I swear.

Think it over.

That makes me think there's
nothing to think over.

So, what are you doing?

Thinking it over a bit. You never know.

- Don't answer.
- It's the sound.

That ringtone stresses me out.

You rejected it!

You rejected a call
from C?cile de France!

Oh, f*ck!

f*ck! That's like hanging up on her!

You hung up the phone
on C?cile de France!

You f*cking did! f*ck! f*ck!

Get out!

Get the f*ck out!

He hung up on C?cile de France! Look!

A star!

We have roughly 80 actors per agent.

We find them parts, negotiate
contracts, manage their careers...

And we get ten percent of their pay.

This is Herv?, Gabriel
Sarda's assistant.

No?mie, Mathias Barneville's assistant.

Sorry, what's your name?

- Camille.
- Camille, right.

Sit here.

Take all calls, make
a note of everything,

and say, "She's out at a meeting." Okay?

Never say, "She'll call you back."

Laters.

You're Mathias Barneville's assistant?

Yes.

- What's he like?
- Very nice.

Everyone else thinks he's horrible,
but he's No?mie's ideal man.

"Your wife called.

Are you sure you want to
go on living with her?"

Bullshit!

That's what you do.

Yes, Sophia?

Yes.

That's Accounts.

We've nothing in common,
but they're adorable.

Hello, showing someone around.

I'm Camille.

One of them is sleeping
with him. I can't say who.

Yeah. The blonde.

So, as I was saying, there
you can see all the...

They're binders, right?

- Now I'll show you the Legal Department.
- Yes.

The nerve center.

Copyrights and so on.

Opening a nuclear plant in Iran

is simpler than negotiating
a star's contract.

These are the scripts
sent to us for our actors.

Everything is based on these.

Without a script, there's
no film, no money, no actors,

no agents, no assistants. Okay?

There aren't many here. Who's Arlette?

Arlette Az?mar, the
oldest agent in Paris.

She says "impresario," not "agent."

She represented the
dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.

And... Andr?a doesn't read?

Are you kidding?
Andr?a reads everything.

From big, dumb comedies to
small, independent Kurdish films.

She's scared of missing something big.

What's this doing here?

This is Gabriel's.

And she likes to steal
other people's scripts.

- Hi, Antoine.
- Hi.

- This is Camille.
- Hi.

- This is the press room.
- Okay.

We call it "the store."

- Hello, Nathalie.
- Hello.

This is Camille,
Andr?a's new assistant.

Hello.

What do we have in the store today?

What's in the store?

A Saint Laurent suit for JoeyStarr...

a Prada dress for L?a Seydoux,

some perfume, creams...

Are there any Sothys clear-skin serums?

No, sorry. Still nothing.

If it's not claimed, we take it.

Is it true that C?cile de France
was turned down because of her age?

She is nearly 40.

Look. Nathalie has the
best view in the agency.

C?cile!

C?cile's here!

C?cile's here!

Gabriel!

C?cile's here!

- Where?
- Downstairs.

Is she coming up?

She's coming up!

Where is she now? In the elevator?

Tomorrow, yes.

I'm here to see...

Right, perfect.

- Oh, Herv?...
- Not right now!

Herv?!

Herv?!

- Hello.
- Hello, C?cile.

- Do I still have an agent here?
- Yes, why?

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I
feel like Gabriel's avoiding me.

Yes?

It's one o'clock, and
I'm going for lunch.

- Do you want to... ?
- Yes.

- Join you for lunch?
- Fine.

- In a minute, then.
- Yes.

What's going on here?

I'm sorry.

I must take this, it's real urgent.

Yes, hello.

You look gorgeous.

Yes.

I've been waiting for
you to call for months!

No, look...

sh*t!

Thanks, that's kind of you.

Tough day?

Not tough, just... very special.

Me too. This Tarantino
movie is making me...

I understand.

It must be quite a blow.

Meaning?

Anyway, you're not missing out.
What do you care about all that?

- All of what?
- Your age...

You accept your age.
You're naturally beautiful.

Thank you.

Carry on, I'm interested.

American actresses all
have the same face-lifts.

They're plastic Barbie dolls.

Okay, so they said you were...

too old for the part.

But that's so stupid.

I hope I look like you at your age.

Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Hello, C?cile.
- Hello.

- What are you doing here?
- I found a job.

Great, isn't it?

A job?

I'm Andr?a Martel's new assistant.

But that's...

Look...

Look, I've...

I overreacted this morning,
I didn't expect to see you.

But if you want me to help you

find a job in the film
industry, no problem.

That's nice, but I'm fine here.

For f*ck sake, Camille!

- It's not possible.
- Why?

Because you can't. It's
impossible, it's my life!

You give me nothing, so I'll
do it by myself, as always!

Hello.

In fact, you...

I mean... you and him...

Because Mathias, you see,

is married.

He's very, very married.

Hello. Are you C?cile de France?

No, I'm her mother.

So, in fact...

I'm not really a receptionist.

Well, I am, but it's
not like it's a vocation.

It's just a job to keep my family happy.

My bank manager, too.

Because, in fact, I'm an actress.

That's right.

This wine is crazy good!

- Have you tasted it?
- No.

It's magnificent.

I'm in a show right now
at Porte des Lilas...

Porte des Lilas, right.

It'd be great if you could come.

That's the flyer.

It's called Absence...

Thank you.

You're not interested?

No, it's not that, it's just that...

No, I got this work problem, and...

A work problem, Gabriel?

C?cile, great!

- Okay?
- Yeah, and you?

I tried calling you.

It's been non-stop at work today.

Still no news?

Oh, yes!

I was on the phone just
now with Miranda Jones.

She was telling me that...

Give it to me straight.

I always do. I never
lie to you, C?cile.

That's not my...

It's just that I'm having
conflicting emotions about...

Say it.

Look, it's real simple...

The movie has a historical
coherence problem.

They've realized that in the Wild West

in the 18th century,

women got married when they were 15,

had children at the age of 16 or 17,

and then d*ed at 30, 35 tops,

in childbirth or from
cholera or syphilis.

I never knew any of that.

So, they thought that...

So, they thought it'd be
better to... To make it a man.

A man?

I know, it's crazy!
That's what I told them.

- It's nothing to do with me?
- No way!

No way!

On the contrary! She
said you were fantastic.

"She was great!" She said
you were the best, but...

Look...

C?cile, I know you're
real disappointed...

but we'll bounce back, I promise you.

- We'll find...
- You know how much I wanted this?

I know.

I know, but I'm not sure
it was right for you.

And the screenplay doesn't
feel like a great Tarantino...

- What are you doing?
- Changing my agent.

What?

You're a liar and a coward.
I know it's because of my age.

Why should I give you ten
percent if you won't defend me?

I swear, I phoned them,

I tried everything.

They wouldn't listen, C?cile.

C?cile!

sh*t!

- You wanted to see me?
- Close the door.

Find out what Mathias was offered
for Canet in The Monster's Tears.

- Have you asked him?
- Yes.

But he won't tell me.

Then why would he tell me?

He won't.

Then what do I do?

Improvise.

Isn't Herv? here?

- No?mie.
- What?

- I've got a problem.
- Oh, yeah?

- I think you can help me.
- I don't think so.

Please.

There's nothing between
me and Mathias, okay?

Sorry?

I have no worries about that.

No, but I thought you...

But what were you fighting about?

I mean, you've only just started here.

It's nothing, it's because I...

I was going out, I bumped into him,

and he lost his temper.

Okay. So, what's your problem?

I know nothing about contracts.

Andr?a talks about clauses,
due dates and so on...

Could I look at one of Mathias's?

A recent one. Canet's, for example?

No, no, no!

No, that's impossible.

He doesn't let anyone see his contracts.

Don't ask for things like that.

He'd have me whipped.

He wouldn't know.

Which bastard ratted me out to C?cile?

Where's the traitor?

Where's the mole?

Working for the competition, huh?

What's going on?

Someone told C?cile she
was too old for the part.

Was it StarM?dia Agency? Was that it?

Did they pay you?

- You're being paranoid.
- She's gone!

She's dumped me.

I watched her grow and become a star.

He's younger than her.

If I find out who it was who...

- Get off!
- What's going on?

Lost his stapler again?

C?cile's dumped him.

She earned us a fortune.

Yes, Mathias?

Of course.

Get me the number for Miranda
Jones, Tarantino's producer.

I have to see her.

Okay, I'll get on it right away.

Miranda, you're looking great.

Paris suits you.

Thank you, Mathias. I adore Paris!

I lived here as a student.

I daren't say how long ago!

Let me put your mind at ease.

We understand Tarantino's
hesitation about the casting.

Doubt is part of being a great artist.

Yes, Quentin is overflowing with talent.

It's such a pity about C?cile,

but he reconsidered the character

and he wants someone
under 30. C?cile is...

Yes, a little older.

A little? She's 41.

Forty. She just turned 40.

She'll be 41 when we make the movie.

Yes, but admit it, she looks 30.

I'm sorry, Mathias, it's decided.

You really should try a macaron.

- It's their specialty.
- Thanks.

I don't know what to do.

Not at all.

Can't you talk to her?

Me? What could I say to her?

I don't know.

You're a woman, you're the same age...

All old ladies get along, is that it?

Anyway, I'm only 34. Thanks a lot!

Sorry, that's not what I meant.

But you're so good at...

Give her a bit of space.

You'll only annoy her.

So...

Wait. Till tomorrow at least.

- Nice bar.
- Yeah, it's okay.

Hey, look around you!

What?

The women, Gabriel!

No, I'm not in the mood for that at all.

Oh, yeah?

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- No.

But you're looking, yeah?

And how!

Her over there. What do you think?

For you or for me?

Can you get the permits
to sh**t in Paris?

Oh, that's...

French paperwork!

One can certainly
criticize French paperwork.

It's much easier when
you know the right people.

- Really?
- If you need help, just ask.

I know the minister of culture.
And the prefect is a friend.

I'm not so sure.

I could introduce you.
She's a bright young woman.

And get this...

she loves C?cile de France!

She'll probably be upset
that her favorite actress

has been taken off this project.

Maybe sh**ting in
Paris won't be possible.

She doesn't need to know that.

They're very close.

It's hard to hide things from friends.

I imagine that re-creating
Paris in your studios

would be a huge job.

- You're bluffing.
- Not at all.

No C?cile, no Paris.

- A salvage operation?
- Right!

You and I have always been on
the same wavelength. Good luck.

- Hello, Mathias.
- C?cile.

Come in.

Put them here.

Nice bouquet.

They have taste at StarM?dia.

I'm gardening. Coming?

On behalf of the agency, I apologize
for what happened with Gabriel.

Yeah.

I know you're here to get me back,

but there's no chance, so don't bother.

- You'll go with StarM?dia?
- I don't know.

I think they'll just be the same.

Everyone in this business lies.

I don't know what I'll do.

- Can you give me a hand?
- Yes.

There.

- Hand me the bucket.
- Bucket?

Oh, yes.

It's okay, it's only compost.

It feeds the earth.

The earth is genuine, it
doesn't know how to lie.

Look, C?cile...

I understand how disappointed you are.

I know you had a good relationship
with Gabriel, based on trust...

I came to tell you I talked to Miranda.

They're willing to discuss it.

I've come a bit late...

Really?

What did she say?

She said yes to him.
Do you believe that?

- He's stolen C?cile!
- There are limits.

I'm gonna roast him!

Come on.

Thank you, Mathias!

Don't say, "It was for
the good of the agency."

Of course it was, Gabriel.

To minimize the cost of your cowardice.

Do we have to screw up because you did?

Two other agencies
were already after her.

If you'd given me another 24
hours she'd have come back.

- For this case, we didn't have 24 hours.
- It's not a "case."

- It's C?cile.
- Yes, it's C?cile.

Congratulations.

You stole Gabriel's
star with true class.

Feeling righteous about that?

You don't look ashamed.

Spare me the humanist act, okay?

All I did was save one
of the agency's clients.

Now, let me tell you something.

It was your new assistant
who told her she was too old.

Where did you find
her? She's a liability.

What was she doing?

Trying to buddy up to her?

Behavior like that puts
the agency in danger.

I didn't tell Gabriel...

but sort it out, will you?

Have a nice day.

Unlucky me, eh?

I find an assistant I like,

cute, with balls and a brain...

But I was wrong. She's
a blonde after all.

A hayseed from Provence.

What were you expecting to
get from your bonding session?

A selfie for a cousin? An
autograph on your hick skirt?

Do you realize what you did?

You nearly lost us one of our top stars!

Yeah, but Mathias got her back.

Keep a low profile!

That's not how it happened.

I'm not a blabbermouth.

At least Mathias didn't tell Gabriel.

Did he tell you?

Yes.

Get your stuff.

It was brief, but intense.

But there's a silver lining.

You're out of this shitty
business. I mean it.

No?mie, you could at least
say goodbye to Camille.

Yeah, sorry, but right now

I'm in a hurry.

I have to redo the
spacing, correct the...

Bye!

- Well, bye.
- Yeah.

I'm sure we'll meet again.

Quentin's thought it
over. He really wants you.

Thanks, that's great!

But he wants the immortal
to be a younger woman.

So, if you want the
part, you have to change.

I don't follow.

You're lucky, you only need
to get your cheeks done.

The... You want me to
have plastic surgery?

No.

Lipofilling.

It's totally different.

Like liposuction, but on the face?

Sorry, I'm not touching my face.

Hang on, C?cile,
don't be so inflexible.

Let's hear what Miranda has to say.

It's so simple.

It's just a bit of...

Then it's done, all over.

Baby face!

No, wait, it's easy to say "all over."

They start with some
Botox, then they can't stop.

What I want to know is if
you're ready to do your cheeks.

- Do you want to play the immortal?
- Yes, of course, but...

I don't know anymore.

sh*t, yes!

No!

Let go of the contract!

What are you doing?

Look, there's your mistress.

I was walking by and...

he was playing with a contract.

I doubt that. Jean
Gabin hates contracts.

He's pissed on them, but
he's never played with one.

- Did Andr?a send you to spy?
- No, not at all.

Are you Arlette Az?mar?

I heard you're the greatest
impresario in Paris.

No need to lick my boots!

- You said "impresario."
- It's classier than "agent."

I'll give you an answer soon, I promise.

- Goodbye, C?cile.
- Goodbye.

C?cile!

Are you okay?

Can we talk?

We won't be disturbed in my office.

Don't overdramatize it, C?cile.

It's as simple as dyeing
your hair when it goes gray.

I know, Mathias. I'm an
actress with actor friends.

We talk about it more than you
say the word "euro" in a day.

It's easy.

Some do it like having a
manicure or a Pilates session.

It's just that I thought I'd
never have to go through it. Wrong!

It's time.

A great 40th birthday present!

My wife.

How old do you think she is?

- Forty? Forty-two?
- She's 51.

Botox every year for the frown lines...

hyaluronic acid for
the nasolabial folds,

reworked cheekbones...

and her eyelids two years ago.

Impressive.

It's well done.

Doesn't it bother you?

No, on the contrary.

She has a good surgeon?

The best.

Miranda? Mathias Barneville here.

Yes. C?cile has agreed.

No problem at your end?

Fine.

She can get back in the saddle.

Yes, we'll be in
touch. Talk to you soon.

No.

I have the figures you wanted. Camille

I'll call you back, okay? Yeah.

Camille, wait!

Camille!

Richard, hello.

The Chekhov was fabulous.

Camille.

Okay, let me have the figures.

And?

I'll keep you.

- Definitely?
- Yes.

Oh, sh*t! Thank you!

I want this job so bad!

I'm gonna give it everything!

Oh, sh*t!

You going to your office?

Yeah.

You bet!

- It's hot.
- Yeah.

- What are you doing?
- Working.

Alice Tiscalini. Do you know her?

She's real good.

I don't know if you deserve to see.

Yeah. She catches the light well.

Especially her butt!

Well, you arrived just as she...

She's done a bit of theater...

and some shorts.

She's all ready for us.

Virgin territory.

So, when C?cile changes her agent,
you rush to find a replacement?

It's like getting dumped
and going straight on Tinder!

- Did you do that when you were dumped?
- Stop it, Arlette!

I think Samuel forgot to
teach you about tenacity.

What do you expect me to do?

Since she went with Mathias,
she won't even talk to me.

If she's gone with him...

he must suit her.

You think so?

- What?
- You think so?

- That she's better off with Mathias?
- You're kidding.

I know C?cile. She
hates guys like Mathias.

- Well...
- He must have bamboozled her.

Yeah, you're right, just
lie there and do nothing!

Hello, I'm looking
for C?cile de France.

She's down there.

C?cile!

We have to talk.

- What are you doing here?
- Stop!

Yeah, but I can't!

C?cile, you're really bad at that.

You told me you'd got it nailed.

- You lied.
- I didn't lie, Gabriel.

I just thought I'd soon be good enough.

Then it wouldn't have been a lie.

- Look how bad you are!
- You lied to me, too!

There's lying and there's lying.

I just didn't want to hurt you.

- Wait!
- Get away, sir!

C?cile, hold on! Grab hold of his mane!

C?cile, sit up straight!

Be careful, you're coming to the road!

- When do you go to the clinic?
- Tomorrow.

No comment?

No, I understand why you're doing it.

It's worth it.

It's...

- We so wanted to do this movie.
- Yeah.

It's a great clinic. Mathias found it.

Well, if Mathias found it...

You're an idiot.

Can you come with me? I'm afraid.

Mathias doesn't have time.

- Please!
- We'll see.

"We'll see."

Thanks for the lift. You didn't have to.

Yes, I did.

Don't look like that.

I've made my mind up.
It's not that big a deal.

No, go on, you're right.

People do it all the time.

I did some research, it's fine.

Yeah. See you later.

I'll call you after. Yeah?

Yeah.

Hello. I have an
appointment with Dr. Lubek.

- I'm C?cile de France.
- Hello.

Have a seat. I'll tell the doctor.

She's here.

- Ms. C?cile de France?
- Yes.

- The doctor will see you in a minute.
- Thank you.

- Still here?
- I knew you'd never do it.

Never!

- You're a good actor.
- No, that's you.

A f*cking great actress!

I'll never be the immortal.

Go. Go!

Gabriel, my guardian angel,

will you be my agent?

And how!

I've made

a list of some interesting profiles.

No?mie, hand me Canet's contract.

A drama prize...

- A man or a woman?
- Well...

Check it.

Excuse me, dear colleagues.

You look smug.

We lost a big contract.

But we kept a great actress.

But lost a big contract.

A call from Rio.

Put him through. It's Samuel!

Samuel, we're in a
meeting. You're on speaker.

- They speak Portuguese in Brazil!
- It's not Samuel.

I'm Jean-Louis d'Entremont.

I'm calling you from the
French consulate in Rio.

I'm afraid I have bad news for you.

Mr. Samuel Kerr has passed away.

Sorry?

He d*ed in hospital as a result of...

What?

According to what I was told...

he swallowed a wasp.

Is this a joke?

No, I'm sorry.