It's not Mozart.
I know.
- Would you translate for me, Madame? - Would I...
"Once I heard the sound of the wind in the trees. "
I think that's it.
"Once I heard the sound of the laughter of children. "
"And I wept warm, salty tears for the lost trees. "
"Let the little children come unto the trees...
and I will give them hope," he said.
"But there are no trees for the poor, lost, poor children. "
"Decay is their toy. "
"Despair is their game. "
"They have only chaos to climb. "
- Bravo! - Bravo! - Beautiful!
Bravo!
I think you just got your trees.
No, no, no, no.
No. I've got it.
Excuse me.
Ah. Lauren.
Monticello face cream. "Monticello. "
Cream face. Okay.
Face cream. Okay.
- I hope it's okay. - What? - The sofa.
Oh, sure. Sure.
- Thank you. - What for? - For tonight. The song, the poem.
Oh, that. No, I didn't do it for you. I just did it for me.
- Oh. - You were mad when I came with Lauren.
- Yes, I was. - And if you're mad, uh, we don't study, huh?
And if we don't study, I don't get a green card.
- Are you composing something now? - Composing?
Well, you're always humming that little tune.
- Me, hum? I don't hum. - Yes, you do. All the time.
If it bothers you, I-I-I'll stop.
- No, I like it. - Oh, funny. It's the first thing you like about me.
I don't dislike you, Georges. I have no opinion of you.
I just want it over and my life to continue as it was before.
And I am waiting for my life to begin.
Okay. Let's get to work.
And this, uh, was at my grandmother's house.
- She had these beautiful, beautiful rose gardens. - Roses.
Actually, it was my-my grandfather...
who started the rose garden behind her house.
That's at the beach.
We always bought these little hats.
- And this is kindergarten. - Mm.
- Oh, and, uh, these are my brothers and sisters. - Oh.
My dad's a writer. They live in Connecticut.
He named us all after famous writers.
- Kind of puts a curse on your whole life. - Mm.
I think he wanted me to be something artistic.
It was okay when I was a dancer, but he doesn't really care for gardening.
- Hmm. - That's Colette...
- Colette. Mm-hmm. - Austen, Lawrence and Elliot.
- Colette, Austen, Lawrence, Elliot. - This is my dad, but, uh, there's a better picture.
- A strong face. - A strong man.
Very strong opinions. In fact, you and my father...
You couldn't get two people more different.
- Yeah, you'd hate each other. - Why?
Well, you're so right-wing about everything.
I'm not wing. You are the one with the wing.
- All your ideas are from the same place. - That's not true.
Huh?
These are from college, different demonstrations.
- What for? - Oh, everything. - Everything?
- This is Lauren. - Lauren, yeah?
Yes.
- And Phil? - Yes, that's Phil.
- Mm-hmm? - Mm-hmm.
You are in love with him? Hmm?
Yes. Yes, I am. He's kind and sensitive.
Vegetarian?
Yes, he cares about what he puts in his body.
Not like me, huh? Big pig.
Oh. I was 12 years old when I made that.
- Didn't the kids at school tease you? - School? No.
I left school at 10 years. This is the same as my father's, see.
He was a mechanic, but he always dreamed of the gypsies.
He would like to be a gypsy, traveling.
This one given to me by the putain. You know "putain"? Prostitute?
Two girls in our town.
Liane and Michelle.
Michelle had lovely red hair, long red hair.
And this is how the heart is. Love and hate.
If some people say they love everything, it's not true, you know?
This is how the heart is. This is my honesty.
And this one when I was a bad boy living in the street.
This is a knife, for revenge.
When someone meant something bad to you, you...
you make this tattoo until you find him and kill him.
Then you... you make another one here with the knife put away.
- But you don't have that one. - I don't find him yet.
- Were you ever in jail? - Yeah.
- What for? - Just kid stuff.
Stealing cars. N-Nothing serious.
Oh.
And, uh, when is your menstruation?
- My... - Menstruation.
Beginning of the month or the end of the month? When?
- Oh. - Huh?
It's at the... It's the beginning of the month.
Beginning. Okay.
I didn't really believe that you were a composer.
I mean, we told so many lies, it's hard to know what the truth is.
You just have to trust your instinct.
Yeah.
- This was my, uh, first boyfriend from college. - Hmm.
He was a musician too. He played, uh...
the slide trombone.
And it was he who first kissed those lips?
I don't think they're gonna ask you that.
Good night.
Hmm.
- Brontë? - Yes?
What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The right side.
Okay. I'll take the left side.
Okay.
Huh.
Brontë, come on. We have, uh, work to do.
Work.
"Africa, Sunday.
"Chérie...
"it is hot here in Africa...
"and very green.
"The elephants have been restless again.
"I think it must be the drums.
"It makes them crazy.
"I miss you every day...
"and I ask the same question:
When are you coming, chérie?"
"Dear Georges...
"the apartment is looking beautiful.
"I only have to look in the fish pond to think of you.
"Hurry home.
"You are never far from my thoughts.
Much love, B."
- This is ridiculous! - No, no, no. Look.
For the green card, I do anything. Look.
Give me camera, huh?
- We need blue sky. Ah! - Mm-hmm.
We are on honeymoon, and we have to smile like oafs.
Okay, now, do it, yes.
- Do on the skis, okay? - Okay, I'll do one. L-I'll do one.
Okay. On the slaloms, you know? I'm very good on slalom. Will you remember, hmm?
Oh.
- Okay. I need some blue sky. - We're loadin' up our Woody
- With our boards inside and headin' out singin' our song - Okay.
- That's good. - Come on, baby, wait and see
- Okay, that's it. That-That-That's great! - Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me
- Come along, baby, surfin' safari - Okay. That's good.
- Yeah, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me - Surfin’ safari
- Let's go surfin' now everybody's learnin' how - Oh, lovely, lovely.
Come on and safari with me
- Okay. - Come on. Political ballet.
- What? - I make the oppressed. You make the victory.
- Okay. - Victory! - Victory.
Yeah.
- Victory. - Okay?
- Okay. One more. - Oh!
Okay.
The green... Yes. Put the plant behind you.
Uh, Faites attention.
- Put-Put-Put the green plant... - Of course. The green plant...
There. That's-That's good. Okay.
- We feel the elephants? - I feel them, but, oh, maybe with the knife, like you could...
Yes. Ah, uh... Th... Uh, yes.
- This is so silly. - No, no, no, no. That's all right.
- One more. Smile. - Okay.
- Okay. One more. - What now?
- Handyman. - Handyman? - Yes.
The good husband always does handyman things.
- Oh! Okay, okay. - Yes.
How 'bout these?
Oh, great. Great.
Oh.
Smile.
- Okay, do some handyman things. - Yeah?
Stay here.
- Hello? - Surprise! It's us, darling. We're in your lobby.
Mother! Why didn't you call?
- Can we come up? - Of course! I... Look, um...
- You're sure it's all right? - Of course. Come on up.
Georges! Georges, it's my parents.
- This is the worst. You've gotta go. They'll kill me. - Okay. I'll change.
- No, no. There's no time. - Okay. No time.
- Take, uh, the skis. Put them back in the closet. - The skis, yes. The skis.
Open... Open this, please. Fine.
Okay. Thank you.
- Open! - Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's okay. - Come on.
Just go. I'll make something up.
Could I have a chat with you and your husband, Mrs. Fauré?
- He was just leaving, Mrs. Bird. - Yes. - But I want to know about these government people.
- And last night I heard drums, jungle drums. - No, no, no.
- Not now, Mrs. Bird. Please. - They keep asking all sorts of questions about you and your husband.
He's not a spy or something, is he?
Of course not, Mrs. Bird.
Georges. Oh, Mom, Dad!
- What's going on? - Hello, darling.
- Hi. I'll speak to you later, Mrs. Bird. - How about the drums?
- Later. - What?
I'll talk to you later.
- If you'd have called, I would have prepared something. - I made you something.
Since you never come visit these days, I guess it's up to us.
Oh, no, it's not that. Your father had to see someone.
- Hokey sort of entrance. - Oh, it's lovely.
- This is Georges. - Hello.
Hi.
A handyman.
- Oh. - Ah. - If you could just finish up the work, Georges.
- Yeah. Right. I just finish my work. - Oh, darling, it's beautiful.
- I know now why you were so excited. - It's awfully small.
Did they sign the big contracts, Dad?
- No. We're not gonna talk about that. - Ah, did they sign the contracts?
No! They backed out. Liars!
- They lied to me. - Dear, don't upset yourself.
- One thing I can't stand is a liar. - You read your paper, dear.
We're gonna look at the greenhouse. He's upset.
- Oh, yes. - Oh, it is too beautiful to imagine!
- Do you want a hand, there, Georges? - Oh, no, thanks.
I'm just... just measuring.
Oh. Measuring.
- She's had the baby already. Premature. - Oh? Premature? What'd they name her?
Tiffany. Now they have a Tiffany and a Tarquin.
- Thank you. - Pretentious.
- Dear! - Well, he's a pretentious writer too. - Ho-ho.
Well, he is. Well, don't you think so?
- You are in a bad mood. - I need a screw.
- Pardon? - I really need a screw.
- I thought you were leaving. - I just fixed the door, but I need a...
I heard what you said. In the cupboard under the sink.
I'm gonna help Georges. He seems a bit lost.
Oh, you have to taste this.
Never mind your principles. Taste this.
Let's get those orchids, Mom. I'm sure you want to be on your way.
Oh, no, dear. We're not in a hurry, not at all.
You're not really a handyman, are you Georges?
- No. I'm a composer. - Oh.
I used to be a cleaner when I first started writing.
Long, long time ago. We'd just got married...
against the wishes of my parents, I might add.
Didn't have a bean.
We fell in love right off.
Oh, it was difficult, very difficult.
But, yeah, when you're in love, you know.
- Shipboard romance is what it was. - Excuse me.
- Oh, I'll get it. - No. It's okay. It's okay. No.
Brontë, come here a minute. What is this?
Thank you.
It was right in the middle of a lifeboat drill.
We suddenly found ourselves in the same boat.
- Shouldn't you be going, Georges? - Now, you go on outside with your mother. Outside.
- But? - Georges and I have everything under control.
Go on. Out you go.
We've been talking about music and love and skiing...
and all manner of things, haven't we, Georges?
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. - Sit down.
Oh, I like your Georges, Brontë.
- A charming man. - He's not my Georges, Mother.
- He should have left by now. - Well, he's keeping your father happy.
And you know how restless he gets in the city.
So let's be grateful.
Height, five feet seven.
- Five eight. - Five eight.
- Weight, 140 pounds. - No!
- Huh? - No, 125.
- Twenty-five? - Yeah.
Eyes?
- Brown. - Brown, yeah.
- Small scar on your ankle. - How did you know?
I know. I saw it.
Birthday, 24th August, 1959.
Correct. Okay, my turn.
Uh, eyes, green.
- Height... - Nose, big!
- Oh, no! - Yes, sure it is.
- Height, five eleven. - Yeah.
Um, weight?
Oof! Weight! You worry too much about weight.
- Um, at 17, you met Helene. - Yeah.
She was at the University of Paris.
- She taught you to read and write music. - Mm-hmm.
- And you lived together for seven years, until she died. - S-Seven. Seven years, yeah.
And then you gave up your music for many years, right?
Yes, but I don't write any music.
I just play piano, always in the bars.
Yes!
- And Anton heard you one night in Paris... - Yeah.
And said that he would help you start over in America.
Yes! And I wake up in America. Beautiful country, land of opportunity.
Uh-huh, ha, ha, ha.
Okay, back to work.
Um, you live with two men.
First Peter, then Stephen.
- Both nice guy. - Nice?
Yes, that's what you said. Yes.
And Stephen wanted to "marriage" you, but, uh, you think that marriage is boring.
- Ah! Except for ours. - Oh, yeah.
Then you met, uh, Phil.
Phil.
- Him you really love, huh? - But you can't tell them that.
- And I left Phil. - And married me, because...
You're different and funny.
And don't forget a... a good handyman.
Right.
You've had lots of women, but you haven't really loved anyone...
since Helene, except for me.
- And you fell in love with me because... - Ah!
What's a good reason? I just can't think.
It can't be that hard to think of a reason.
Uh, let me see. Ahh!
There must be a reason.
Oh, yes! Yes.
Because I begin to hear music again.
- It's like when I was a little girl. - Yeah?
The same thing.
- The pot. - Sure.
No, I gave you a five, right? Yeah, okay.
- What is it? - Nothing.
- What? What? - Don't wait up for me.
- Phil? Phil! - Hey-hey!
Hey! Oh, ho!
You look beautiful.
- Let's go around to your place. - Wait.
- Or we can go around to Angelo's. - No.
- Oh, God. I'm hungry. Let's go. - No, no, no, no, no. Let's go this way.
No, no. It's all arranged. Come on. I made a reservation. Come here.
- Let's go have dinner around... just around the corner here. - No, no, no, no, no.
- I have it all planned. Let's go this way. - Come on. - No, no, no.
- Oh, come on. - So tell me everything you did while I was away.
- Not much. - Not much? So you missed me?
- Oh, yes. - Yes?
- Yes. - I missed you a lot. You sure you missed me?
- Of course. - You sure? - Yes.
You don't look like you did. No. Looks to me like I missed you more than you missed me.
That's not true.
- You should have been there. It was beautiful. - Three tofus and a brown rice.
I saw us there. Out in the middle of nowhere, grow our own food.
One night there was this incredible moon.
- You should've seen it. Wow! - We had the same moon.
Well, yeah, but you should have seen it without all the crap in the sky.
It was glorious. It was a cloudy night.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this giant shaft of moonlight breaks through the clouds.
It was all of a sudden like daytime...
with giant shadows being cast from the trees.
Ohh.
Oh, what a beauty.
- Now go! - No.
- Phil! - The guard isn't here.
Ohh. Look, we'll get together tomorrow, okay? Please.
Just to the door, Brontë.
There might be some intruder lurking about.
- Hey, this is nice! - Okay.
- You've seen me to the door. Now go. - No.
No. I can't go until I've seen the greenhouse.
- Oh, Phil, you've had too much to drink. - Yeah.
- Come here. Mmm! - Mmm.
- Oh, you feel so good. - Oh, Phil, no. Please.
- Mmm. - Oh.
Oh, Brontë. Oh, oh!
- Phil. - Mmm, mmm.
- Oh. - Phil, no, no!
You heard what she said!
Oh, merde!
- She said go. Okay? - Who's this?
- Go or I'll throw you out. - Georges, how dare you?
- Brontë, talk to me. Who is this? - Get out, vegetarian!
- Who the hell do you think you are? - Georges, no! - I'm the husband, that's who.
- What'd you say? - That's my wife you've been grabbing. Now get out.
Brontë? Brontë? Is this true?
Yes, but it's not the way you think. Oh, God.
- What? - Oh, God! - Out.
- Now wait a minute. - Out, out, out, out.
Hey! You're the waiter from that restaurant.
- Get out! Out. - I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna find out, pal.
Go on, get out! Carrot! Cucumber!
- No! - Now you go.
- The interview! We're going tomorrow. - Out! Now!
- Are you upset? - Upset? Upset!
- Out, out! - No, no. But the interview!
- I don't care. I don't care what happens. - Brontë, please.
Now go or I'll call the police. I'll call Immigration.
Jail would be better than this. At least I'd have a cell to myself!
Oh. Come on. D- Don't be childish.
- Brontë? - Ohh!
Brontë? Open, Brontë.
Brontë? Brontë? Brontë?
Brontë?
Get up. Go on. Get up.
Up! Out! Out!
Oh, no.
Up! Out! Back to the subway.
- It's you! - Uh, good morning, Mrs. Bird.
Ever since you people moved in, there's been nothing but trouble.
I didn't want to wake you, chérie.
- You forgot your key again. - Yes. Al-Always forgetting the key.
You should have gone to a hotel, dear!
But the board wouldn't approve of such a thing! Sleeping in the hallways.
- Excuse me. - This isn't Africa, you know.
I realize that, Mrs. Bird. It won't happen again.
Mrs. Bird!
- Why did you do that last night? - I just don't like vegetarians.
- Don't be ridiculous! - The way he was bothering you, I lost control.
- Is that supposed to be an apology? - He's not right for you.
Oh, really? He knows more about people's feelings than you'll ever know.
- Feelings? You don't have feelings at all. - You snore, and your manners are atrocious.
- Ah, if you think that's important, you're a snob. - Well, you're a slob, you're overweight, you're disgusting!
You say you are a rebel, but you are afraid of your father.
- My father's made something of his life. - But you live your life like you got it from a book.
- Well, you're 40, and you sleep in the park. - And Phil?
Oh, yes, you make-a nice love with Phil, like-a vegetables. You need a fuck.
That's the language of the gutter, where you came from and where you'll end up.
I am... I am the gutter, yes. But you... You are like a plant.
A ca-ca... cactus!
I once said I had no opinion of you, and now I do.
- I hate you. I really hate you! - Good, good. Your first feeling. Good.
- Oh, God. The interview! - Oh, my God!
- Oh, oh! Oh! - Do you have... Do you have a...
Yeah. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it.
- Move it, you stupid moron! - I'm stuck. I'm stuck.
- Come on. We'll take the subway. - Well, you can take the subway, lady, but you ain't goin' nowhere.
- The subway? Where? - The water main broke. - The park. The park. Come on!
The whole city's falling apart!
Come on. We'll get a cab on the other side.
But the park is too far, Brontë. Brontë, it's too far!
Come on. Up there.
- This way. - You're sure? You're sure, huh?
- Yes. - Because we can't get lost.
I'm sure. Of course I'm sure.
- To the right. Right. - Where?
Come on. Come on. Run for it. Take care.
Oh.
Oh. We're nearly there.
- This way? - We're not far. Oh.
Come on!
- Children! - Taxi?
- Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! - Taxi! Taxi!
Number 75.
We're the next.
Father, Sydney.
Face cream, Monticello.
Monticello. Monticello.
Your father's name, was it Bertrand or Bernard?
- Rene. - Oh.
Seventy-six? Seventy-six.
You wait in here, Mr. Fauré.
And Mrs. Fauré, if you'll follow me.
No.
Mr. Fauré, as you know, we have doubts...
that your marriage is bona fide.
I have here a number of detailed questions.
Your answers will help us make a determination.
I want you to be brief and to the point.
I ask you to raise your right hand.
Do you hereby swear that the evidence you're about to give...
is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
- I do. - I do.
Your name is Brontë Mitchell Fauré?
Her father is a writer.
- His name? - Sydney. Sydney Parrish.
He didn't have a formal education.
He ran away from home when he was 12.
Plants. She loves all flowers and weeds. That's her research.
He knows I love salads.
He likes all fatty foods, you know, being French.
She likes to eat such a thing as birdseed.
- Birdseed? - Yes.
Muesli and decaf. Horrible coffee!
He hums all the time.
- Hums? - He's composing.
He hasn't written in a long time.
He says he's not sensitive, but that's not true.
He's a very sensitive man.
He makes me laugh.
She's very kind to people.
Me, I don't think that way.
I don't trust people.
He's had a hard life.
In a way, he hasn't learned to give, but he's got so much to give.
She has peace.
I don't have peace.
He has passion. He eats life.
I'm sure that just about does it. Just a few more details.
- Five, uh, feet eight. - Five eleven.
- Hundred and twenty-five. - He won't tell me how much he weighs.
- She sleeps on the right side of the bed. - He's on the left.
- Her toothbrush? Green. - Mine's green.
Her face cream?
Monticello.
Monaco. No.
Monte Carlo.
That's the only answer I keep forgetting.
You remember all the other answers?
Is not her fault. So, please, don't touch her.
- I was good, I think. - Me too.
I think you're gonna get what you want.
- Your green card. - Oh, yes.
I'll see you again? I mean, I have to get my things.
- Well, I can leave them with Oscar. - Oscar? Uh, good idea.
Yes, right. You're right. Oscar. Yeah.
As soon as we hear something, we can start...
you know, the divorce.
Oh. As soon as possible. Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Good luck with your music.
I hope you get your big trees, huh?
- Goodbye, Georges. - Goodbye, Brontë.
Oh! The ring.
No, thank you.
- I... - Good morning, Mrs. Fauré.
Mr. Fauré just stopped by. He... He said to give you this.
L- I guess his-his flight was delayed.
Yes. Well, thank you, Oscar.
"Africa, Tuesday.
"Chérie...
"the elephants have been restless again.
"So restless, I just can't sleep.
"I would love to say a last goodbye...
before this next safari. "
Oh!
- It's okay. - What?
Monticello. I think I tried too hard. I blew it.
Oh. Why didn't you tell me?
It's all right.
We made a deal. If I leave quickly...
then you keep your beautiful greenhouse.
I don't care about the greenhouse.
It's time to go, Mr. Fauré.
No, no!
- I write. - Let's go!
- I write every day. - Now, Mr. Fauré.
And the letters will always say the same thing:
"When are you coming, chérie?"
Last night
- I had a dream - Ooh
- About a home - No!
- That was so bright
I don't know why it has to be a dream
Oh, chérie.
- Why can't I, when will I Lord help me - Do you still have them?
- Oh. Oh, yeah. - Help me find a home
Keep your eyes
On the prize
- Oh. - Don't be dismayed
Don't be dismayed
- I do. - Deep in your heart
You must believe
Everything is gonna be all right
- So do I. - Everything is gonna
Be all right
Everything is gonna be all right
Someday
Sometimes hot
And sometimes cold
Sometimes I'm in Sometimes I'm out
No, I haven't had much to eat
Lord knows
I haven't had much sleep you know
Keep your eyes on the prize
Don't be dismayed
Deep in your heart
You must believe
Everything is gonna be all right
Someday
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