Margot: I’ve been looking for you, Monsieur (Sir.) Thank you for returning Léon.

Arno: Good luck with him.

Margot: I once had a son.

Arno: I’m sorry.

Margot: No. He’s alive. I left him. I began the orphanage afterward.

Arno: Now that’s love.

Margot: Sometimes love is a prison. His father taught me that. This, the orphanage, this is my true calling. Léon tells me you could have been the savior of France. Children.

Arno: Madame Margot?

Margot: He’s behind the orphanage.