Darling, it's me.
I really need to see you.
How soon can you get to Paris?
Is Sylvie here?
What are you doing here? You're four hours early.
I took the first flight from Marseille. I thought we'd get breakfast.
But I guess you've already had yours.
And there it is.
The bank said the wire transfer will be complete in the morning.
To your new adventure.
And to Laurent G.
It's all yours now.
We started it together. You will always be part of it.
In spirit.
And now it really belongs to you.
As it should.
Thank you for coming so quickly to settle this.
Of course.
I'm proud of you, Sylvie.
And you know I always love an excuse to come to Paris.
You hate the city.
Not all of it.
I was thinking of staying a few more days.
Maybe we could go dancing.
I forgot how much I enjoy dancing with you.
I think you have plenty of partners in St Tropez.
Next thing you know, you'll be asking me for a divorce.
Please. I think this is enough paperwork for one visit, don't you?
Exactly.
To you.
And to us.
Always being there for each other. No matter who. No matter what.
To us.
Mr. Cadault, what an honor.
Mr. Cadault, why don't you let me take you to dinner?
I'm sure we can reach an understanding.
I made some room, but I think we're gonna need another dresser.
Should we try to hunt one down?