Rock'n Roll

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Yeah, see if Guillaume's ready.

Nastasia!

Sh*t, gotta run. Be right back.

- Gonna get your ass kicked.

- What?

Yes?

I've been calling you.

Sorry, battery issues.

Change of schedule.

Get Guillaume to makeup.

Let me just grab a coffee.

- Fast.

- I'll be quick.

Nastasia, Camille's on her way.

I'll go get her.

Can I steal this? Sorry, no time.

Morning.

B*tch!

You okay?

Fine. And you?

I'm good.

For instance, when...

Hold on, Manu.

Guillaume?

Sorry. I wasn't sure you could hear me.

No problem, good job.

Fab isn't here?

No, he's on a coffee break.

We're ready for you in makeup.

I'll just finish up here. Thanks.

Sorry, Manu...

Yeah, sorry...

Like I said, it hurts when I press it.

The thing is,

I can feel a kind of cyst.

Left. My left one.

A urologist?

That's a pain.

It could be serious?

Okay, I'll call you

after I talk to your buddy.

Thanks, guy. See you.

- Where were you?

- Out front.

No, whatshername just said...

Forget it.

Do me a favor.

I gotta get to makeup.

Call my buddy Manu, the doctor.

For the number of a urologist.

I gotta see him about my aching nut.

Make an appointment fast.

Call him from here, in the trailer.

Discreetly.

- Keep it zipped, right?

- No problem.

- Repeat.

- I call Manu.

I ask for the number of a urea...

Urea what you said?

- Urologist.

- That's right, urologist.

- And I make an appointment.

- Great.

Out the way.

You want the transmitter in a pocket

or on your belt?

It's up to you.

Or on your ankle?

I'm not difficult.

Put it where you want.

Up your butt?

In your pocket.

Okay, Guillaume?

- And you?

- Great.

- You nailed it in rehearsal.

- Really?

- You'll be awesome.

- That's cool.

- I'm so psyched.

- Me too.

My oldest buddy.

I'll give him everything.

Unit, this is Fabrice.

Fabrice, Nico here.

Nico, great.

Tell Guillaume it's all good.

The doctor's gonna call him

about his nut.

Same prank at the start

of every shoot, the idiot!

Can you call Fabrice for me?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Open up.

Doesn't work.

I hit door, the trunk opens.

Kidding me.

When I hit trunk...

I don't believe it.

Turn it off!

Hello!

- Hey, Annabelle.

- Analle.

Yes, sorry.

Hi, Guillaume.

Keep your butt down.

What are you doing?

What's going on? Buttache?

Mr. Cotillard!

All ready, just like you asked.

But we're out of fennel.

No way.

Just my luck right now.

That's gross.

Here he comes.

It's your buddy.

Sasha! C'mon, jump!

See? Your buddy's here.

Lucky we waited.

- Hi, mom.

- You see?

If I don't wait by the elevator,

I never see you.

What's up?

You live one floor above me

and never come down.

- You're kidding?

- You'll see when you're old.

We came for dinner two nights ago.

Alright, forget it.

Sasha? Let's race them.

Let's race!

Marie-Antoinette, how are you?

I'm fine.

When I see my son, I'm fine.

Sh*t!

Go easy on your nut.

On his what?

What's wrong with him?

You'll have to ask him.

What's going on?

Free Quebec forever!

I'm doing the new Xavier Dolan.

That's great!

Good job, sweetheart!

An amazing role.

Marguerite Dubois, you know?

- No.

- An activist.

Went to her grave

fighting for a Free Quebec.

She went where?

Her grave. Her dying day!

I'll have to work like crazy

on the accent.

I'm so excited.

I'm pretty excited too.

How about you test me?

Sure.

- A flirt?

- Peewee tickler.

Quebecan-French Dictionary.

Motorbike?

Bicycle on gas.

- Costs a fortune?

- Costs an arm.

Funny, almost the same as us.

Car in a bad state?

Don't tell me.

Stop that.

Pisses me off.

A fruit.

A lemon!

Yes, a lemon.

Crazy!

What do they call a lemon?

A lemon.

Weird language.

It's the language and accent

of our forebears.

Ow's she cuttin'?

More lip 'n a rubber boat.

Fun times ahead again.

When I love you.

I feel like I'm a king.

Sweetheart, I love you too,

but Demis Roussos, no way.

Action!

And cut!

That's great!

Let's call it a day, thanks!

Just great!

Thank you, everyone!

Tomorrow, we shoot

the scene in the bedroom.

With Guillaume and Camille.

See you tomorrow.

Cool, right?

It'll be great. I'm so thrilled.

Me too!

Great, Camille.

- Good job, Camille!

- Thanks.

Guillaume, it was great.

- She's something else.

- You okay?

Sure.

She's...

good.

Want me to wait for you?

Sure. You don't mind?

- Bye, Evelyne.

- Bye, Guillaume.

- Which magazine?

- Elle.

Alright.

Sorry, fast as I could.

No, I'm sorry for keeping you back.

After a long day shooting.

Thanks.

You already knew each other?

No, we'd never met.

It's our first time.

I mean I'd seen videos on the net.

With Camille. And some photos.

I showed them to Philippe

and right away we thought

it'd be a great idea.

There you go,

I'm delighted.

Me too. Delighted.

So I see.

So, Camille, Guillaume,

you play father and daughter.

Did you work on that relationship?

Actually, we only started shooting

two days ago.

It's strange

because...

It reminds me of my relationship

with my father.

Talking of filial relations,

you've been nominated

for the Csar for Best Actor,

alongside young actors

like Gaspard Ulliel,

Vincent Lacoste, Pierre Niney.

They're all actors

from the new generation,

like you back in the day.

Are you passing the torch?

Passing the torch?

I don't know, is there a difference

between them and me?

Sure. Right now,

you're in another vibe.

You're an established name,

you've settled down.

No?

What she means is,

you never had

a sex-drugs-rock'n'roll image,

and even less so now.

You're not rockin'.

It's not at all pejorative.

Sorry but...

I don't really get

how you picture me because

the rock angle, way off.

I'm pretty rock'n'roll.

I've played electric guitar

ever since I was a kid.

I've always loved music.

It's a part of me.

Drugs? I think...

I've tried it all.

I guess it's true

that I found through sport,

particularly horse-riding,

a drug that does more for me.

That suits my mindset better.

See what I mean?

In some way,

horses saved me from dope.

But that's another story.

In terms of

sex...

It's all good.

What's wrong?

You're married.

No, I'm not married.

I have a partner.

You have a partner, kids...

No, one kid.

I have one kid and...

Sorry, I don't see

where you're taking this.

Moving on...

You play the role of a pastor...

How did you prep that?

Did you meet men of faith?

Camille!

- Why'd you come out with that?

- What?

About me being so drippy.

I came off a real jerk.

I never said drippy.

She'll keep it off the record.

Pisses me off

if that's how you see me.

'Cause I'm really not.

You see me that way?

It's not only me.

What do you mean?

With my girlfriends, talking about

French actors we'd like to bang,

you've dropped down the list.

There's a list? What list?

Forget it, I gotta go.

I won't forget it.

What list? There's a list?

Who's on the list, for instance?

I dunno...

Gilles Lellouche!

Too bad,

talking about people you don't know.

I can tell you...

If you weren't in a rush,

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