- How much? - $1.50.
Miss? Miss, your change.
I PA] If you wish to find the express train,
try the B.M.T.
[Man] Spare a little change?
Anybody spare a little change?
Lady, a little change? I need some lunch.
- Watch where y0u're going. - Anybody?
a)' f Reggae]
AU'
- Look at you! - Hi, Anton.
I've never seen you all dressed up like this.
- Well, do I look the part? - Sure. Look at me.
[Sighs]
- Coffee? - No. Yes! I'm so nervous.
- You're supposed to be nervous on your wedding day. - Right.
You really look absolutely gorgeous.
- Thanks. I borrowed the dress. - [ Chuckles ]
- It's a marvellous thing you're doing, Bronte. - Anton, no speeches.
Really. You and Georges-- Okay, no speeches.
Hey, Georges!
[ Speaking French]
[Anton] Coming?
[ Cheering]
More! More!
- Nice to meet you. - You, too.
- You were very good. - So were you.
[ Bronte 1 Oh, here's Anton.
That's a copy for you, Bronte.
Ce c'est pour toi. Voila.
Merci. Formidable.
Merci.
L1lnever forget Afrika.
- Africa? - Yes, where we met.
Oh, the coffee-shop. Right.
Good luck with your life.
Et merci, Anton.
Enchanté.
- Good luck with your composing. - With what?
Your music.
Oh, yes. Right. Yes. Okay.
[ Bronte] So what happens next?
[' A nton j That is" f2'. You don 'z' ha ve t0 see hi??? agaxh.
Africa?
Yes. That's where we met.
He's there now... again.
I wish he were here,
but he's not.
He'd love the apartment, though.
He travels a great deal.
But he's the quiet type. We both are, really.
- What's he doing there? - He's a composer.
African music.
Not drums!
We c0uldn't have someone who played the drums here.
Oh, no, no.
He studies their music.
He, himself, is not... African?
- He's French. - Oh, oh, French.
What is this?
- “Green Guerillas.” Not some army, is it? - It's a volunteer...
garden group. They do good work amongst the poor.
Mrs Faure is also with our city parks department.
We did have problems with a recent tenant,
a single gentleman who neglected the responsibilities...
associated with 12-F.
That's why the board feels...
that a young married couple...
would be more suitable.
Mrs Faure is a horticulturist.
That's in her favour.
But it is irregular to give our approval without meeting--
I like the couple from the bank, not the one with the dog.
I'm aware of the situation.
lt'sjust that I could bring the garden...
back to the way the late professor had it.
I don't want to get technical,
but the moracus syconia needs thinning.
The crinums and zamias are sadly neglected.
The chamaedoreafs root bound.
Special care must be taken...
for the poor cyathaceae dicksonia.
Not to mention the cordyline or the heliconia.
Then there's work nurturing the aspidistra,
begonias, the bromeliads.
Ohhh.
Yo, baby.
Yo, Bronte!
The city fathers give their blessing to the project.
- All right! - Talk about the 77th hour, huh?
- I've got some good news. - Whats that?
- How 'bout 3,000 square feet ofquality topsoil? - You're kidding?
Burger King does this press hype at the Sheraton Centre.
They recreate Texas or something,
giant burger city in the middle ofTexas.
They don't know what they're gonna do with the soil.
Dave says, “I know the guy to take it.” Me.
- How ya doin'? - We're officially approved.
Let's g0!
All right!
Burger King!
- Burger King! - Let's hear it for Phil!
Who can use a box of periwinkles?
[Speaking Spanish]
Italian would be great. Ask Bronte and Phil.
- Yeah, 'cause I'm starved. - I am, too.
- Bronte, are you hungry? - Oh, yeah.
- Want to get something to eat? You? - Yeah.
- The four of us get something to eat? - Okay, let's go.
- The All Nations okay? - Yeah.
Maybe we can think of certain plants we can put there.
- Can we order? - I'm not your waiter.
Who is our waiter?
- Hey, are you our waiter? - No. Georges, Ies cartes.
♪ arrive.
Let's get out of here. it's awful.
You have chosen?
Somebody else go ahead.
What are your specials?
From Switzerland we have calves' liver.
- From old England, we have roast beef. - I don't eat meat.
- Why not? - Pardon me?
- If you don't eat meat, we have fish. -/ don't eat fikh.
- I'm a vegetarian. -Ah.
- You've a vegetarian special? - All Nations vegetables.
I'll have that, but no oil or salt.
No salt for you. Okay.
- I'll take the fish. - Me, too.
Two for the fish.
And, uh... Ahem...
For mademoiselle?
Or is it madame?
It's just here on the right.
Right here.
- Let me come up? - Mmm, no.
What is it? A girls' dorm?
- What's with the secrecy? - What secrecy?
Most girls I've known have tried to crowd me,
except you.
- I need a little crowding from you. -[CarH0r/7]
You coming or what?
- Okay- - okay-
Evening, Mrs Faure.
Hello, Oscar.
There's some mail, mostly addressed to Miss Parrish.
I guess some folks don't know you're married.
I still go by the name Parrish.
- W0men's lib, huh? - I guess so.
Nothing from Africa.
- Oh. - I already checked.
- I guess he's still on safari, huh? - Something like that.
- Good night, Mrs Faure. - Good night, Oscar.
[ Door Buzzer]
[Buzzer]
Hello?
- Mrs Faure? - Yes.
My name is Gorsky.
I'm with the Investigations Department of the I.N.S.
- The what? - The Immigration.
My partner and I are in the lobby.
We wondered if we might have a word with you...
and your husband.
[Sighs]
What is it you want to know?
I want to speak with Georges Faure.
- He doesn't work here any more. - What?
He was rude. We don't stand for that.
No, please. I must find him.
- Do you know where he lives? - Georges Faure is trouble.
You would do best to avoid him.
Excuse me, young lady. I have customers waiting.
You're a friend of Georges?
Yo. Yo! Where are you going?
- I'm to see Mrs Faure. - Oh'?
- And who are you? - Mr Faure.
- Mr Faure? -Yes.
Oh, I'm sorry. I've never seen you before.
- Welcome back. How was Africa? - Africa?
- You got any bags? - No, just me.
When I first seen you, I thought to myself,
“This guy just stepped out of the jungle.”
I was right! it's great to see you back.
I hate to see a young couple separated like you've been.
- It's bad for the marriage. Call me old-fashioned, - No, no, no.
But that's what's wrong with this country.
- The family is going down the toilet. -The toilet?
Yeah. 15 years I'm married to the same woman.
- See my kids? - Oh, yes.
I call her twice a day. I don't go for women's lib,
- couples living in sin, that sort of thing. - No good.
Terrible, I tell you.
[ Doorbell]
So...
Well, come in.
Right.
These people are due any minute.
I think we better talk about the situation.
You got my note? Of course you did,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.
I spoke to my lawyer. He said not to panic.
It's probably just routine.
Have you got some coffee?
- Coffee? - Yeah.
Right! Good idea.
We'll just have coffee like any married couple.
How's the composing?
Didn't you get the bigjob in California?
No. I don't like them, you know.
I prefer to be a waiter than work for people like that.
But you're not at the restaurant any more.
No, I quit.
They said you were fired.
Really? Huh. Funny.
I hate that captain, you know.
He's really a snob type. Ahh.
♪♪ [ Humming]
These people are due any minute,
and you stroll around my apartment touching my things.
Do you realize the situation you've put me in?
I'm sorry, Betty.
It's Bronte.
Oh.
This is hopeless.
The coffee?
- The coffee? - Yes.
I'm about to go to jail, you're gonna be deported-
[Buzzer]
Oh, my God. They're here.
Wait. Wait! I'll get it.
- Yeah? - May I speak with Mr Faure?
- This is Mr Faure. - This is immigration.
Ah, okay. Come on.
What?
- What are you doing? - Better put them in my closet.
Oh, God!
Ring, ring.
[ Doorbell]
Oh, we have to talk, for God's sake.
- About what? - Our story. They're gonna ask questions.
They just want to see us together.
This happened to a guy at the restaurant.
- They see us, they go. Simple. - [Doorbell]
Can you get it, chérie? Let me do the talking.
No! You don't speak much English.
No! Relax. We're together.
Okay? Don't panic.
- [Doorbell] - Chérie?
Now go.
- Isn't this quaint. -Thank you.
[ Bronte] Come on up.
GBOFges?
This is Mrs Sheehan and Mr Gorsky.
Hi.
Hello.
- Hi. - Hi.
Please sit down.
- Mr Fame'? - Georges, phase.
Yes. Now, you entered the country...
- 5 months ago according to our records. - Yes, and already I love it.
- Yes, well-- - Land of opportunity.
Such a great country. Already I feel at home.
Ah.
So lucky. Beautiful wife.
Apartment. Plants.
Oh!
So lucky.
Your visa, a B-2, a tourist visa,
allowed you only 6 weeks.
That is an offence,
but more recent events have overtaken that.
Your marriage gives you automatic residency status.
This is your place of residence?
- Of course. - Yes.
- You moved here after the marriage? - Yes. Mm-hmm.
We spoke to the chairperson of the building.
He said you'd been away.
In Africa.
Yes. Shooting elephants.
- Oh. - [Bronte] With a camera.
He brought me back some plants,
- some violets, African violets. - The violets.
Mm-hmm.
Where did you live, Mr Faure,
before the marriage?
All over the place.
In the park, one night.
- And where do you work? - Pardon?
My husbands a composer. He's working...
on a composition based on his African research.
A composer? We don't have a note of that.
And you write, what?
Rock 'n' roll?
Ballet.
- I write for the ballet. - Ballet.
Your statement on your passport application...
said you had no criminal convictions.
Is that a true and correct statement?
Of course.
- You speak French, Mrs Faure? - Not really.
- [Speaking French] - Not exactly.
No barrier to love, though? Hmm?
Well, that about does it.
We're sorry to have troubled you.
There's been a clampdown on illegal aliens...
marrying for residency status...
and a green card.
It's come down from the top.
The White House.
Well, you don't want to get the wrong type.
Precisely.
We understand.
[ Mrs Sheehan] As a matter of curiosity,
how did you two meet?
I'm sure it was very romantic.
- We- - Well, uh-
- You go ahead. - You, please.
- Wejust- - We sort of crashed into each other. Boom!
Goodness.
I was carrying parcels.
- Parcels? - Yes, parcels.
- I picked up- - Don't forget Anton.
- Yes, Anton. - He was with Georges, and I knew him.
- He helped pick up the parcels. -The point is, darling,
- that he introduced us. - That's right.
He did, yes. Anton.
- And? - Well, so, um.
- Ah, it was raining. - Yes! We got soaked.
I took one of her parcels when I pick up mine.
You had parcels, too?
- Ahh. - Everyone had parcels.
So many parcels.
[picked up one of hers.
- By mistake. - Yes, so I had...
my parcels and her parcel.
And I was staggering around...
like this.
[ Phone Ringing]
And, uh-
And-
Somebody better get the telephone.
- It c0uldn't be for me. - It could be, dear,
but don't worry, I'll get it.
We don't want to have a husband-and-wife fight...
in front of our guests.
Hello? Phil!
You're still upstate, aren't you?
Do go on, Mr Faure.
- Phil, I can't talk. - Hmm?
- You were up to where you had her parcels. - Ofzyes
[Whispering] I'm excited.
I found this extra parcel.
I knew I had 9, and now 10.
“What was going on?” I say to myself.
I open it and it was...
ah, ladies' underwears.
Ladies' underwear.
Exactement.
So...
I called Anton,
and he said, “It must belong to Betty.”
You mean Bronte.
Yes. Bronte.
But I didn't know her name.
So, now I did.
That's it.
May I use your bathroom?
Hmm?
Bathroom?
What for?
Ah, well, I need to use it.
- Bathroom. - Oh!
- Please go ahead. - Where is it?
- What? - The lavatory.
Could you show me where it is?
Oh, yes. Please follow me.
Why am I whispering?
Oh, that's great! lust great.
Oh, that used to be the bathroom...
before the renovations.
Ikeep forgetting.
This was the broom closet, but we made it into the bedroom.
And this door is the bathroom.
Voilà.
Merd e.
Let him move into my apartment?
I can't believe you're saying this.
Frankly, I think you have your priorities all wrong.
You married a man you didn't know in order to get a greenhouse.
That shocked me.
So I'm old-fashioned when it comes to marriage.
I think that falling in love has something to do with it.
You don't? Fine.
If marrying a stranger doesn't shock you,
then letting him move in and sleep on the sofa...
- shouldn't 'z' shock you either'. - This isn't happening.
They want a second interview on Monday.
That gives you the weekend to get your stories straight.
Move in? Can't he meet me in the park?
This interviews going to be in depth.
They're gonna question you separately.
They want to know the colour of each other's toothbrush.
What's he like to eat? Does he snore?
You're gonna have to study each other's habits.
- It's like you're cramming for an exam. - Oh, God!
- Do I have no alternative? - Sure.
You can confess now, he'll be deported,
- you could face charges, and no more greenhouse. - It's like a police state.
No, it's called breaking the law.
No matter how trivial it may have seemed to you,
that's what you've done.
- You should introduce Georges to your friends. - My friends?
Let him get to know them.
- Say he's visiting from Paris. - I c0uldn't bear that.
He's such a slob. I'll do it without anybody knowing.
That's up to you,
but get that story straight.
By Monday evening this'll be over,
- and we can start planning the divorce. - I can't wait.
For your pond.
Right. Thank you. I'll show you around.
Not that there's much to see. You know where the bathroom is.
Shoo, shoo. Go on.
Shoo, shoo!
♪ J'[Whistling]
Do you mind not smoking...
inside?
- What's this? - It's coffee.
- No. - Yes, it is. it's decaf.
Don't you have any real coffee?
Afraid not.
I'll make you the best coffee you ever had.
I only drink decaf.
You'll change when you taste this.
I don't want anyone to know about this.
So we have to make up a story...
in case we run into any of my friends. Something simple.
You're an old friend. I admire your ballet music.
You're visiting from Paris.
You're staying a couple of nights. You're gay.
I don't want to be gay.
Okay, you're not gay. You'rejust an old friend...
and the hotels are booked up.
- Not a very good story. - Come up with a better one.
I don't know. Something political?
Terrorist, maybe?
Not a terrorist, but p0litical's good.
A refugee.
That's it. That?! work.
No, we don't say anything.
Lust a friend staying for a couple of nights.
This is New York.
You're right.
You sleep on the couch,
and we split expenses.
I'll cook, hmm?
[Sighs]
[ Bronte ] No, not here. it's too expensive.
[ Bronte ] Let's go to the supermarket.
It doesn't smell good. Put it back, please.
- For your birds? - What?
- This is birdseed, no? - it's muesli.
Put it back. I'll get some croissants.
But I like birdseed.
- No, okay. - No.
- Go ahead. - No, you.
- No, no. - Please!
U B»?
Bronte? It is you! Hey!
Lauren, what are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
I'm, like, you know, buying food.
It's just not your neighbourhood.
Mother's having a musical soiree.
I'm picking up things for her.
- When am I goxng t0 see your new apartment? - H i.
Hi.
You're together?
Sort of. This is an old friend.
Georges Faure, this is Lauren Adler.
Hi, Lauren.
That accent! You're French, right?
- Oui. - Ooh, exactement!
Everything in my life's been French lately!
Monday I buy a jacket. it's French.
Wednesday I go see a French movie.
Then, last night Tony says, “Let's eat French.”
it's like Carljung. A coincidence?
Coincidence. Exactement. Oui.
So... nice to meet you, Bronte's French friend.
- Well, Lauren- - Look,
if you want to eat French again, I'm cooking.
For Bronte.
[ Bronte] Uh...
- Hi, Mrs- - Not right now!
Oh, Mr Faure!
Kids, meet Mr Faure. He's been in Africa.
Hi. Bonjour.
My kids.
- Maybe you two will be starting a family. - Shh!
- Georges! - Yes.
Hold the elevator, wait!
[ Mrs Bird] Going up! Hold it!
Hold it!
Going UP!
Wait for me!
They should fix those doors! Somebody'll get killed.
What did those government people want?
- It's nothing. - We don't know exactly.
What's this?
Georges' visa, a minor problem.
They said, does Mr Faure do this and that?
And about Mrs Faure, did she go to Africa and so on?
Mrs Faure?
Georges' mother.
- She died in Africa. - I'm sorry.
Killed by elephants.
[Lauren] I could just sit and watch you all day, Georges.
- Some stroke of luck, having a French chef as a guest? - Stop it, Lauren.
What are you doing in New York, Georges?
- I just crashed and- -just a political--
- You go on. - No, go on.
A political what?
Political... um... ballet.
I can't imagine a political ballet.
It's sort of a... ♪♪ [ Humming]
Georges writes for the ballet. He's an old friend.
- He's- - Not gay!
Good.
He c0uldn't find a hotel. He's been in Africa.
- Look, we old friend. - Yeah.
So I don't fuck her.
[ Lauren] Did you kill somebody for this place?
You probably cut them up and used them for mulch.
This is amazing!
So is your French friend. I want details later.
Lauren, please.
My mother would adore this.
Speaking of my mother, guess what!
- She and Daddy are leaving New York. - What about her beautiful gardens?
They're leaving! Anyway, I've told daddy all about the Green Worms.
- Green Guerillas. - Being this great old liberal,
he'd like to give you and your group all the plants.
No, not those beautiful trees!
Everything.
That's fantastic! Our stocks are so low.
Wait, there's a problem.
Mother won't hear of it.
But I think if you talked to her, she'd change her mind.
Georges...
ca c' est fantasflque.
- No. - Yeah. Oui.
Bronte, you didn't eat anything.
It's not my kind of food.
She likes birdseed.
It's just not healthy, all that butter.
What's the point of life if you don't enjoy yourself?
Do you mind?
You're like an old married couple.
How did you two meet?
I was carrying a lot of parcels.
Lauren, it's a long story.
Can I tell you later? I've got work to do.
I can take a hint.
Finish your wine.
Merci.
Nice to have met you, Georges.
Nice to meet you.
- Au revoir. - See you again.
He's gorgeous!
- Lauren- - I can say this now.
I did not like Phil. So earnest, my God!
Phil and I are still very much together.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed!
I mean, I like Phil.
He's very concerned about the environment.
Yes, he is.
- Typical me, putting my foot in it. - Forget it.
Iw0uldn't mind seeing Georges again.
He's dishy.
- Gardeners are so weird. - Bye, Lauren.
♪♪ [ Humming]
Why did you ask her to stay for lunch?
This is my apartment. This is not going to work.
It won't work if I don't know everything about you.
That silly story about the parcels!
Your mother, the elephants,
lying to my friends. it's all so horrible.
I know you've got a cigarette. Smoke it outside!
You begin the lie when you married.
- I didn't make you lie. - I didn't ask her to lunch.
You always blame me. You did it, too.
- Did what? - Married me!
I did it for the green card. Why did you?
- No one made you! - Outside!
If you push me, I can be a beast!
So take care!
Look what you've done! You silly...
French... oaf!
[ Glass Clattering]
Oh.
[ Phone Ringing]
Hello?
It's me. I just wanted to thank you for lunch.
And that greenhouse, I'm so jealous!
Lauren, I'm so sorry about lying to you.
What are you talking about?
I mean, not telling you, not having you over before.
You're my oldest friend.
Please, forget it.
I haven't been myself lately, you're right.
Things are complicated right now.
Mother's having this dinner tonight.
I just spoke to her and she's invited you.
Great chance to work on her about the trees.
You could bring Georges.
What are you doing in here?
I went and bought some beautiful tomatoes for you.
Look, that's sweet but-
And outside. Come outside.
Here we have radishes,
- peppers, carrots. - Oh, no, my plants.
Just weeds. I pulled them out.
No, this is my research.
I'm sorry. I bought this for you.
- Just don't touch anything, okay? - Okay.
Don't go in the greenhouse. That's all I ask.
It's my special place.
You like your plants better than people.
Some people.
[ Wings Flapping]
Oh, God.
Look... truce, okay?
I don't make the war.
You asked me before why I did it, the marriage.
- It was for the greenhouse. - Greenhouse?
I don't expect you to understand.
I understand.
You want something, you take it. Hmm?
We work tonight? Study, just like school?
- I have to go out. - I'll come, too.
No. Why?
- Your boyfriend, the vegetarian? - He's away.
It's Lauren's parents' place.
Snob types, you'd call them.
- Oh, I will embarrass you? - No.
- Yes, too much oaf! - No.
The Adlers might give some trees to my gardening group.
- What's that? -just a gardening group.
We go into poor areas like the lower east side.
I came from that life. You waste your time.
What? Nothing will change down there.
It will always be that way.
- Better to forget. - Forget?
The trees are very good, but you can't eat the trees.
Nothing changes without hope.
- You think gardens make hope? - Well, it's something.
The trees are very good, yes,
but g0 to the country if you want trees.
Try telling that to the children.
They live with chaos, despair.
You may think it's nothing to give them a garden to plant,
but at least it's doing something.
If it amuses you, then do it.
Amuses me?
Chaos.
Despair.
[TV]
- Better down. - What?
Your hair looks better down.
I'll be back by 10:00. We can work then.
Don't answer the phone...
- or let anyone in. - Don't be late.
Thanks a lot.
- In the garden. - Thank you.
Bronte, how exquisite you look!
Thank you for asking me.
Not at all. it's wonderful to see you.
Lauren tells us you've got a new apartment.
Yes. Is she here?
It's not whether or not it's pornographic,
it's whether it qualifies as art.
Your own daughter! Have you seen her stuff?
Lafayette got off the horse and saluted my ancestor...
- on both cheeks with a big kiss. - Did he need to get off?
It's stupid for environmentalists to plant trees...
when they don't know what they're doing.
They don't listen to me, needless to say.
I'm just your average layman,
- but I have written the appropriate authorities. - [Doorbell]
I'll go, Alberto. That'll be Lauren.
As an artist, our daughter reserves the right to be late.
- AUast'. - Hi, Mother.
This is Georges Faure...
from Paris.
Hi.
- Oh? - Come on in, Georges.
He's Bronte's houseguest, but she was too shy to bring him.
- You don't mind, do you? - But of course not.
I went to pick up Bronte and found him all alone.
Bonsoir et bienvenu. Come in.
He's an important composer. Y0u'H have lots to talk about.
Tres interessantes, monsieur.
Mother plays the piano a little. Get it? A little.
Alberto...
another place, if you will.
I'd like to present...
Georges Faure,
a leading French composer.
Oh, no, no.
Bonsoir.
You see the man sitting across from you?
[Whispering]
Do you live in Paris, Georges?
He was all by himself. I really think he wanted to come out.
It's okay.
Simon and Grace are about to celebrate their 40th anniversary.
Are you married, Georges?
Me? We“...
not usually.
Whatever do you mean?
Well... uh... not normally.
You're getting divorced?
Yes, definitely!
- You'll never get married. - What makes you say that?
You've turned down enough offers.
You'll wind up a grand old Kate Hepburn surrounded by plants.
Most men are too boring or too vulgar...
to spend your life with.
- Change your brand of men. - Really?
You're nice. You look for the same thing in the man...
and you wind up with two nices.
Nice, ugh. What an awful word.
Phil's nice, isn't he?
Phil's different. He's a gardener.
Are you any relation?
Relation?
- Any relation to the Faure? - Who?
The Faure, Gabriel.
I love his chamber music...
and his compositions for the harp.
They're so... sensual.
Yeah.
Wejust don't have any plants.
If you could see how these gardens change childrerfs lives.
I hear what you're saying. I do hope you understand.
To break up that garden would be a crime.
I just can? do it, dear. The pleasure it's given me,
it will give to whoever buys the place.
You do understand?
I.' [Piano]
AU'
Thank you.
And now... Georges Faure.
No, no, no.
I don't play well. I'm not writing.
- Please, Georges. - Perhaps an earl/erp/ece?
We should be going.
Yes, we really must go. Georges has jet lag.
Why not? just one piece.
Do you mind?
It isn't often we have a Faure in the house.
That's true.
Come on, Georges.
♪♪ [ Tuneless Pounding]
AU'
♪♪ [Single Note]
It's not Mozart.
I know.
♪♪ [Soft Melody]
Would you translate for me, madame?
Would I...
[Speaking French]
Once I heard the sound of the wind in the trees.
I think that's it.
[ French 1
Once I heard the sound of the laughter of children.
[French]
And I wept warm, salty tears for the lost trees.
[ French 1
Let the little children come unto the trees...
and I will give them hope, he said.
[ French 1
But there are no trees for the poor, lost children.
[French]
Decay is their toy.
[ French 1
Despair is their game.
[ French 1
They have only chaos to climb.
AU'
Bravo!
[Applause ]
- Bravo! - Magnifique!
I think you just got your trees.
No, I've got it.
Excuse me.
♪♪ [ Humming]
Ah, Lauren.
La fille.
♪ J'[Whistling]
♪♪ [ Humming]
Monticello face cream.
“Monticello.”
Cream for the face.
Face cream, okay.
♪♪ [ Humming]
- I hope it's okay. - What?
- The 501%. - Oh, sure.
Sure.
- Thank you. - What for?
For tonight. The song, the poem.
I didn't do it for you. I just did it for me.
- You were mad when I came with Lauren. - Yes, I was.
And ifyou're mad, we don't study.
And if we don't study, I don't get a green card.
♪♪ [ Humming]
- Are you composing something? - Composing?
You're always humming that little tune.
Me, hum? I don't hum.
Yes, you do. All the time.
If it bothers you, I'll stop.
No, I like it.
It's the first thing you like about me.
I don't dislike you, Georges. I have no opinion of you.
I 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.
[Bronte j And these are at my grandmother'? house.
She had these beautiful, beautiful rose gardens.
Actually, it was 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.
- Oh, and 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-hmm.
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. - Mm-hmm.
That's Colette, Austen, Lawrence...
- and Elliot. - Colette, Austen, Lawrence, Elliot.
- This is my dad. There's a better picture. - Strong face.
He's a strong man with very strong opinions.
In fact, you and my father--
you c0uldn'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.
Phil?
Yes, that's Phil.
You are in love with him?
- Hmm? -Yes, I am.
He's kind and sensitive.
Vegetarian.
- He cares about what he puts in his body. - Not like me, huh?
Big pig! [Squeals]
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 fathers.
He was a mechanic,
but he always dreamed of the gypsies.
He would like to be a gypsy, travelling.
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.
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 make this tattoo until you find him...
and kill him.
Then you make 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? - lust kid stuff.
Stealing cars, nothing serious.
Oh.
♪♪ [ Humming]
And, uh, when is your menstruation?
_ My__ - Menstruation.
Beginning of the month? The end of the month?
When?
It's at the... the beginning of the month.
Beginning, okay.
I didn't really believe that you were a composer.
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 first boyfriend from college. - Hmm.
He was a musician, too. He played...
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.
[ Knocking 1
- Bronte? - Yes?
What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The right side.
Okay, I'll take the left side.
Okay.
Huh.
♪♪ [ Humming]
♪♪ [ Classical]
Bronte, come on. We have 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?”
[ Bronte] “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.
Give me camera.
We need blue sky. Ah!
We are on honeymoon and have to smile like oafs.
Okay, now do it, yes.
- Do on the skis. - Okay, I'll do one.
On the slaloms. I'm very good on slalom, will you remember, hmm?
[ Chuckling 1
[ Laughing]
[ Bronte] I need some blue sky.
♪♪ [ Radio: 'Surfin' Safari”]?
That's good.
Okay, that, that's great!
Okay. That's good.
Oh, lovely, lovely!
- Political ballet. - What?
- I make the oppressed. You make the victory. - Okay.
- Victory! - Victory.
- Okay?
- Okay. One more. - Oh!
[ Bronte] The green- Yes. Put the plant behind you.
Faites attention.
- Put the green plant- - But of course.
That's good. Okay.
- We feel the elephants? - I feel them,
but maybe with the knife,
like you could-- Yes.
Ah, uh- Yes!
- This is so silly. - No, no, no.
One more. Smile.
[Laughing]
- One more. - What now?
- Handyman. - Handyman?
The good husband always does handyman things.
Oh! Okay, okay
How 'bout these?
Oh, great. Great.
[Giggling]
- Smile. Okay, do some handyman thxhgs - Yea h?
[Buzzer]
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 ifs all right? - Of course. Come on up.
Georges!
Georges, it's my parents.
This is the worst. You've gotta go.
- Okay. I'll change. - There's no time.
Okay. Fine.
- Take the skis. - The skis.
Put them back in the closet.
Open, open this, please.
Okay. Thank you.
- Open! - [ Chuckling]
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - it's okay.
Come on.
[ Doorbell]
just go. I'll make something up.
Could I have a chat with you and your husband?
- He was just leaving, Mrs Bird. -Yes.
I want to know about these government people.
- And last night I heard drums,jungle drums. - No, no, no.
Not now, Mrs Bird.
They keep asking questions about you and your husband.
He's not a spy or something, is he?
Of course not.
1*; [ Humming] - Georges.
Oh, Mom, Dad!
- What's going on? - Hello, darling.
- I'll speak to you later. - How about the drums?
- Later. - What?
If y0u'd called, I would have prepared something.
- / madeyou somethxhg - Since you never visit, it's up to us.
[Mother] No, it's not that.
- Your father had to see someone. - Hokey sort of entrance.
It's lovely.
- This is Georges. - Hello.
Hi.
A handyman.
If you could just finish, Georges.
Right. I just finish my work.
- Darling, it's beautiful. - Pardon.
- I know now why you were so excited. - It's small.
Did they sign the big contracts, Dad?
- We're not gonna talk about that. - Did they sign?
No! They backed out. Liars!
- They lied to me. - Dear, dorft upset yourself.
One thing I can't stand is a liar.
We're gonna look at the greenhouse.
- He's upset. - Oh, yes.
[Mother] It is too beautiful!
Do you want a hand, Georges?
No, thanks. I'm just measuring.
Oh! Measuring.
[ Mother] She's had the baby, premature.
- What'd they name her? - Tiffany.
Now they have a Tiffany and a Tarquin.
[Mother] Thank you.
- Pretentious. - Dear!
[Father] He is" a pretentious writer; too.
Well, he is. Don't you think so?
I need a screw.
Pardon?
I really need a screw!
I thought you were leaving.
- I just fixed the door, but I need a- - / heard
In the cupboard under the sink.
I'm gonna help Georges. He seems a bit lost.
[ Mother] You have t0 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, longtime 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.
It was difficult, very difficult.
But when y0u're in love, you know.
- Shipboard romance is what it was. - Excuse me.
- I'll get it. - It's okay.
Bronte, come here. 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? - Go outside with your mother.
- Georges and I have everything under control. - But?
Go on. Out you go.
We've been talking about music...
and love and skiing.
- And all manner of things, haven't we, Georges? - [ Georges Chuckles]
I like your Georges, Bronte.
- A charming man. - He's not my Georges, Mother.
- He should have left. - Well, he's keeping your father happy.
You know how restless he gets in the city.
- So, Iefs be grateful. - [Laughing]
Height, five feet seven.
- Five eight. - Five eight.
Weight, 140 pounds.
_ No! _ No?
- No,125. -25?
EYES?
- Brown. - Brown, yeah.
- Small scar on your ankle. - How did you know?
I saw it.
Birthday, 24th August, 1959.
Correct. Okay, my turn.
Eyes, green. Height--
Nose, big!
- No! -Yes, sure it is.
- Height, five eleven. - Yeah.
_ O“ Weight? oph! Weight!
You worry too much about weight.
- At seventeen, you met Helene. - Yeah.
She was at the University of Paris.
She taught you to read and write music.
- You lived together for seven years... - Seven years.
Until she died.
Then you gave up your music for many years.
Yes, but I don't write music.
I just play piano, always in the bars.
Yes! [ Chuckling]
- Anton heard you one night in Paris, - Yeah.
And said he'd help you start over in America.
Yes! And I wake up in America.
- Beautiful country, land of opportunity. - Ha, ha, ha.
Okay, back to work.
You live with two men.
First Peter, then Stephen.
- Both nice guy. - Nice?
Yes, that's what you said.
Stephen wanted to marriage you,
- but you think that marriage is boring. - Ah! Except for ours.
Oh, yeah! Then you met Phil.
Phil.
Him you really love, huh?
You can't tell them that.
- And I left Phil. - And married me, because-
You're different...
and funny.
And don't forget a good handyman.
Right.
You've had lots ofwomen, 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.
Let me see.
Ahh!
There must be a reason.
Oh, yes!
Yes.
Because I begin to hear music again.
Like when I was a little girl.
The same thing.
- The pot. - Sure.
[ Chuckles]
No, I gave you a five. Yeah, okay.
- What is it? - Nothing.
Ah, what?
Don't wait up for me.
Phil?
- Phil! - Hey-hey!
Hey!
Oh, ho!
You look beautiful.
- Let's go to your place. - [Phil] Wait.
- Or we can go to Angela's. - No.
- Oh, God. I'm hungry. - It's all arranged.
Come on. I made a reservation.
Let's go have dinner around the corner.
[ Phil] I have it planned. We'll just go this way.
- Tell me everything you did while I was away. - Not much.
[ Phil] You missed me?
- Oh, yes. - Yes?
I missed you a lot. Sure you missed me?
- Of course. - You don't look like you did.
Looks to me like I missed you more.
[ Bronte] That's not true.
You should have been there. It was beautiful.
I saw “us” there. Middle of nowhere, grow our own food.
One night there was this incredible moon.
- You sh0u/d've seen it. Wow! - We had the same moon.
Yeah, but you should have seen it...
without all the crap in the sky.
It was glorious. It was a cloudy night.
All of a sudden this giant shaft of moonlight breaks through.
It was like daytime.
Giant shadows being cast from the trees.
♪♪ [ Humming]
Ohh.
Oh, what a beauty.
[ Phil Laughing]
[Bronte] NOW g0!
- No, the guard isn't here. - Phil!
We'll get together tomorrow, okay?
Just to the door, Bronte.
There might be some intruder lurking about.
[ Door Opening]
[ Phil] Hey, this is nice!
You've seen me to the door. Now g0.
I can? g0 until I've seen the greenhouse.
Phil, you've had too much to drink.
[Phil] Come here. Mmm!
- You feel so good. - Phil, no. Please.
Mmm.
Oh, Bronte. Oh, oh!
- Phil. - Mmm, mmm.
[ Bronte Chuckles] Phil, no, no!
You heard what she said!
Oh, merde!
She said go. Okay?
- Who's this? - Go 0/" / '// th/"o W you out.
- Georges, how dare you. - Bronte, talk to me.
- Get out, vegetarian! - Who do you think you are?
- I'm the husband, that's who. - Aaah!
What?
That's my wife you've been grabbing.
[ Georges] Now, get out.
Bronte? Bronte?
- Is this" true? - Yes, but it's not the way you think. Oh, God.
- What"? - Oh, God!
- Out! - Wait a minute.
- Out, out, out! - Hey!
You're the waiter from that restaurant.
- Get 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 out! - The interview!
- We go tomorrow. Are you upset? - Upset? Upset!
- Out, out! - But the interview!
I don't care. I don't care what happens.
- Bronte, please? - Go or I'll call the police or Immigration.
Jail would be better than this. I'd have a cell to myself!
Come on, Bronte. Don't be childish.
Bronte?
Ohhh!
Bronte? Open, Bronte.
Bronte?
[Sighs]
[ Mrs Bird] Get up.
Go on, get up. Up!
- Out! Out! - Oh, no.
- Up! Out! Back to the subway. - [ Groaning]
- It's you! - Good morning, Mrs Bird.
Since you moved in, there's been nothing but trouble.
I didn't want to wake you, chérie.
- You forgot your key again. - Yes.
Always forgetting.
You should have gone to a hotel, dear!
The board wouldrft approve of such a thing!
Sleeping in the hallways. This isn't Africa.
I realize that. It won't happen again.
Mrs Bird!
Why did you do that last night?
- I don't like vegetarians. - Don't be ridiculous!
- The way he was bothering you, I lost control. - Is that an apology?
- He's not right for you. - Really?
He knows more about feelings than you'll ever know.
You don't have feelings!
- You snore and your manners are atrocious. - You're a snob!
You're a slob, overweight, and disgusting!
You say you're a rebel, but you're afraid of your father.
My father's made something of his life.
You live your life like you got it from a book.
- You're 40 and sleep in the park. -And Phil?
You make a nice love, like vegetables.
- You need a fuck. - That's the language of the gutter where you came from.
I am the gutter, yes. But you're like a plant.
Cactus! Sss!
I had no opinion of you, but now I do.
- I really hate you! - Good, your first feeling.
Oh, God, the interview!
Oh, my God.
Oh, oh!
- Do you have- - Yes, I'll do it.
Move it, you stupid moron!
[ Bronte] Come on, we'll take the subway.
You can take the subway, but you ain't going nowhere.
- The water main broke. - The park!
The whole city's falling apart!
[ Bronte 1 We'll get a cab on the other side.
The park is too far, Bronte.
Bronte, it's too far!
Come on. Up there.
This way.
- You're sure, huh? - Yes.
- Because we can't get lost. - Of course, I'm sure.
- To the right. - Where?
Right.
Come on, come on. Run for it. Take care.
Ahh!
- We're nearly there. - This way?
We're not far.
Come on!
- Taxi? - Taxi! Wait!
Taxi?
Number 75.
We're the next.
Her father is Sydney.
Face cream, Monticello.
Monticello.
Your father's name, was it Bertrand or Bernard?
- Rene. - Oh.
[Beep] 76?
76!
You wait in here, Mr Faure.
Mrs Faure, follow me.
[ Footsteps]
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Mr Faure, 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 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 Bronte Mitchell Faure?
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, being French.
She likes to eat such thing as birdseed.
- Birdseed? - Yes.
Muesli, and decaf. Ugh, horrible coffee!
He hums all the time.
Hums?
He's composing.
He hasn't written in a longtime.
He says he's not sensitive,
but that's not true.
He's a very sensitive man.
[ Chuckles]
[ Bronte] 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 feet eight. - Five eleven.
- One hundred twenty-five. - He won't tell me.
- She sleeps on the right side. - 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. 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 agam?
I mean, I have to get my things.
- I can leave them with Oscar. - Oscar. Good idea.
Right, you're right.
As soon as we hear something, we can start,
you know, the divorce.
As soon as possible. Yeah.
Good luck with your music.
I hope you get your big trees.
Good bye, Georges.
Good bye, Bronte.
Oh!
The ring.
Madame, bijoux africains?
No, thank you.
[ Doorbell Ringing]
Good morning, Mrs Faure. Mr Faurejust stopped by.
He said to give you this.
I guess his flight was delayed.
Yes. Thank you, Oscar.
♪♪ [ Georges Humming]
AU'
[ Georges] “Africa, Tuesday.
“Chérie,
“the elephants have been restless again.
"50 restless, I just can't sleep.
“I would love to say a last goodbye...
before this next safari.”
[Sighs]
'Ahh! ~ Oh!
- It's okay. - What?
Monticello.
I think I tried too hard.
I blew it.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's all right.
We made a deal. lfl leave quickly...
then you keep...
your beautiful greenhouse.
I don't care about the greenhouse.
It's time to go, Mr Faure.
No, no!
- I write. - Let's g0!
I write every day.
No w, M!" Fa are.
The letters will always say the same thing:
“When are you coming, chérie?”
Ohh.
♪ Last night I had a dream ♪
,>About a home ♪
No!
No.
♪ That was so bright ♪
♪ I d0n't know why it has to be a dream ♪
Oh, chérie.
Do you still have them?
Oh, yeah.
♪ Help me find a home ♪
a' Keep your e yes;
♪ On the prize ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Someday ♪
♪ Sometimes hot ♪
JAnd sometimes cold ♪
♪ Sometimes I'm in Sometimes I'm out ♪
♪ No, I haven't had much to eat ♪
♪ Lord knows ♪
♪ I haven? had much sleep ♪
a' Keep your e yes;
♪ On the prize ♪
♪ Don't be dismayed ♪
♪ Deep in your heart ♪
♪ You must believe ♪
♪ Everything is gonna be all right ♪
♪ Someday ♪♪