Esther is at the end of her career as Head Seamstress at Dior Avenue Montaigne workshop. One day, she gets her handbag stolen in the metro by a 20 years old girl, Jade. Instead of calling the police she decides to take care of Jade. She sees in her the opportunity to pass on her skills, the craft of dressmaking, her only wealth. In the frenetic world of Haute Couture, Esther will give Jade la beauté du geste, a way to reach beyond herself.
Michel is a young technician in the fledgling TV industry and is due for military service in two months at the time of the Algerian War. Juliette and Liliane are inseparable best friends, and aspiring actresses, who hang around outside the TV studio. Michel invites them in to watch, flirts with them both, and dates them separately and together. When Michel goes on a holiday to Corsica, just before he is drafted, the girls follow.
After the lewd and frenetic Dance of the Seven Veils, and with the solemn pledge from the very lips of Herod himself that she could have whatever her heart desires up to half his kingdom, wanton and proud young Salomé comes before her king with an unreasonable demand. Beguiled by John the Baptist, and then scorned for the sake of his god, lascivious Salomé—encouraged by her mother, the vindictive, Herodias—commands that John be executed and his head delivered on a silver platter.
Bir üst düzey yönetici, karısı ve ailesi, profesyonel seçimlerinin tüm hayatlarını altüst etmek üzere olduğu noktada. Philippe Lemesle ve karısı ayrılıyor, aşkları işin baskısıyla geri dönülemez bir şekilde zarar görüyor. Endüstriyel holdingde başarılı bir yönetici olan Philippe, patronlarının çelişkili taleplerine nasıl cevap vereceğini artık bilmiyor. Dün bir yönetici, bugün bir uygulayıcı istediler. Şimdi hayatının gerçekten ne anlama geldiğine karar vermelidir.
Six months before his retirement from the criminal police, inspector Joss finds his colleague Gouvion dead, in a poorly faked suicide attempt. Joss loses his temper, and investigates on his own, which leads him through the bas-fond of Paris...