All language subtitles for Qui.Plume.La.Lune.1999.FRENCH.720p.WEBRip.x264

At six years old, with my big sister
who I called Stinko

we would play in the dark
and fart in the tent.

Suzanne?

What sent Mommy to sleep?

It was cancer.

She didn't want us to be sad,
but I don't think it's possible.

We have to look after him.

That's what she said.

Look at him.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy? Stop that!

I'm sorry for whatever it was
that I said to you.

Lucien, stop it!

It's my house!

Too late, Granny, it's my land.

Come here, girls!
Your dad has lost it!

That's Granny.

We won't talk about her.

One day, she told me:
"My daughter is died because of you."

It's not gramatically correct to say
"my wife is died".

You have to say…

I can't say it.

We say:
"I don't fucking believe in God anymore!"

Write down all your worries.

Quickly.

Go on, get to work.

Are you okay there?

Don't pull too hard.
It makes creases, you see?

-Hello.
-Hello.

-What's this about?
-She can't sew.

She doesn't want to.

Why did you give Suzanne an F?

She did a bad job.

A bad job? I stitched it myself.

It stays together
when you pull it, doesn't it?

-That's the point, right?
-Okay.

Why does she need to learn
the flower stitch?

I never learned, and I'm still alive.

It didn't impede my happiness, did it?

Are you done?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

That evening he would darn his socks

while singing "Colchicum in the meadows".

Have a safe journey.

Colchicum in the meadows
Blooming, blooming

Colchicum in the meadows

Summer has reached its end.

By the time I was nine
and had lost all my milk teeth

Suzanne was 12
and already had two gray hairs.

That was unusual for a girl of her age.

She hated herself
because her boobs were starting to grow.

Actually, I made that bit up.

We'll tell you a bit about her.

That's Meemaw.

She's a character.

You can't rush nature, my dear.

It happens when it happens.

Hmm!

It won't be long for you.

I can tell.

Can you unfasten it?

Ah, that's better.

You've got a mark there, Stinko.

Stop it!

You know, if you start wearing a bra early

you don't get cancer.

Spud.

Stinko!

You're a stinko!

Shh!

It was the end of a journey

A cloudless sky

Behind every window

I see her smiling

But the journey is over

The sky has turned gray

And I feel my age

And I no longer dream

Daddy, I need to pee!

And I'm alone without her

And I grow weary

Without her

And I grow old without her

Hurry up!

Come on!

When I was 11 our dad got us a cat.

In exchange, we had to eat heart

twice per week.

He just ate bland old mush.

"You are what you eat"

he used to say.

He would still lose it sometimes, though.

Me first!

-What he like?
-Show us, Daddy!

-No, you can't see him yet.
-Give him to me!

-No, be patient…
-Give him to me!

-Shh! You'll wake him up!
-Give him to me!

-Calm down, he's sleeping.
-Me first!

Look, he's sleeping.

The little kitten's sleeping!

Don't wake him up!

The little kitten!

Go look in the car.

-He's so cute!
-Wow!

He's the cutest kitten ever.

Here, you take him.

That evening, he tried to drown himself
in the pond in the woods.

But it wasn't deep enough.

We really have to keep an eye on him
all the time.

It's our job.

We love him too much.

I love you so much.

When I was 12 or 13, my father
told us not to do the laundry anymore.

He wanted us to study hard
so we could do well in life.

"These are hard times",
he would always say.

I finished early.

You're letting yourself go, Lucien.

Your hair's a mess.

It smells weird in here.

You've put on a deodorant
or some sort of weird cologne.

A bit strong, don't you think?

Dad, I've got a problem.

I think I love you

Oh, I've got a problem

I'm just as scared as you

I've got a problem

I think I'm in love

Oh, I've got a problem

I'm just as scared as you

Hi Dad.

-Leave it, you don't have to do that.
-Go study with your sister.

I want you girls
to be better than everyone.

These are hard times, Marie.
You have to better than everyone.

What does "strass"…
What does "stress" mean, Dad?

Dad! I didn't get into high school!

They wrote "vocational college" instead!

This sucks!

I'm sure it was Mrs. Martin.
That bitter old biddy.

"Life is beautiful".

It was written above our beds.
He hung up the sign that night.

I'm the only one not going to high school!

In wintertime, my Dad would have liked

to read his Harlequin novels in peace.

Instead, he would read Tarzan,
every Saturday morning.

GET A MOVE ON!
WE ARE LET

LATE IS SPELLED L-A-T-E.

Dad, we're off.
We're going to the library.

Yes, we're going to the library, Dad.

Bye.

My dad is a poet.

Every time we said
"Coca-Cola in a glass

Caca-Cola up your ass",
it would make him laugh.

The neighbor always said: "Number 42,
a happy family gone cuckoo."

Don't follow us, Dad, it'll look lame.

I want to say hello.

Here.

-Dad, really?
-What?

-Hey, how's it going?
-Hey?

Okay, Dad, see you later.

I had exactly the same shirt.

-It's at least ten years old.
-That's right.

I don't know, I bought it at Atlantic.

I had a ton of those.

-Funny, isn't it?
-Yeah.

-Bye, sir.
-Let's go.

-Bye, Dad!
-Bye.

-Have fun, eh?
-Bye.

Goodbye, Dad!

Don't be back late.

Goodbye!

We made a list:

remember to turn off the gas

hide the sleeping pills

throw out the knives

consider putting a railing on the balcony

drain all the ponds in the area.

When I got my college diploma,
we celebrated.

Suzanne was jealous.

That was the first time
we went on a proper vacation.

It was a huge achievement for me.

And I messed it all up.

Life would never

be the same again.

My donkey, my donkey
Has a sore head

Madame made him
A hat for his head

A hat for his head

And little purple shoe-shoe-shoes
And little purple shoes

My donkey, my donkey
Has sore ears

Madame made him
Some lovely earrings

Some lovely earrings

A hat for his head

And little purple shoe-shoe-shoes
And little purple shoes

My donkey, my donkey has a sore head

Madame made him
A hat for his head

A hat for his head

My donkey, my donkey
Has sore ears

Madame made him
Some lovely earrings

Come on!

Do you want some help?

Patrick!

Quit messing around!

Get over here!

Show him some of those mechanic skills.

Thanks, but it's okay, I'll manage.

-Oh, man!
-Hello.

-I hope so, it looks…
-Hi. What was that?

It's looks quite complicated.

Come on, let's get some sleep.

Those guys
are going to take us to a hotel.

-It's still not working?
-No.

We'll fix it tomorrow.

-I can take those.
-No, I've got it, thanks.

Hello.

Hello.

You're doing us a big favor.

We like them like that.

Wait, come here.

Stay with me.

Come on, go back inside.

-I'll see you tomorrow.
-Okay, goodnight.

Hi, Dad!

What's wrong, Daddy-o?

You're all pale. What's wrong?

Eh?

Hungover, I suppose.

Me too.

I think we had
too much to drink last night.

What is it?

Nothing.

-Hello!
-Hi.

Hello, sir.

What's wrong, Dad? Are you in a huff?

You having a hot flush or what?

Dad!

Nothing.
Your little sister is a hussy, that's all.

Oh yeah? Since when?

Tell me, what happened?

Ask her where she was last night

while her father
was sleeping in the next room

while he was struggling to breathe.

And where were you, anyway?

I was sleeping!

Just tell everyone to leave me alone.

Life would never be the same again.
She had screwed it all up.

He was a different person.

And the sea here

is a lot deeper than our local pond.

We'll have to be extra careful.

I didn't do anything wrong, Papa.

No more so than anyone else.

I don't give a shit about "anyone else".
I don't want to hear it.

You have to be
like everyone else, these days.

If not, they'll think you're lame
and won't respect you.

Leave it!

You suck at this.

How did you make us, then?

You're going too fast, Marie.

You've got things upside down.

That's not how it's done!
In any old way, with any old guy!

You tell me how it's done, then,
if you're so smart!

Leave me be.

I can't do this.

Not anymore.

I can't talk to you anymore.

I don't recognise you.

I don't feel comfortable anymore.

I saw you in the hallway

and ever since then, I can't do it.

I'm going for a swim.

That's it, go.

See you later.

The water's great, take my spot.

Do you want it?

I'll go back.
We shouldn't let him brood on his own.

I never saw the old Marie again.

She came out of the water
a different person.

"A broken heart turns women ugly."
I read that in a book.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
tell me how to go back.

She left her studies at 18.

Dressed like a slut to prove him right.

-One sauerkraut. Bon appétit.
-Thanks, Marie.

I worked as a secretary.

I became a stupid goody-two-shoes.

She sees other people.

I see my father.

We hardly saw her.

Come on, Dad, let's go home.

Wait for me here.

Dad!

FLEMISH STEW 35 FRANCS
MEAL DEAL 55 FRANCS

Sorry, here you are.

I'll have a beer, please, Jacques.

Hello. Yes.

Look, Bruno.

Check out the new waitress.

Kind of pretty, isn't she?

I dunno…

Too much makeup. It gets everywhere.

It's just a facade. She's just average.

I don't think she's average.

She has a nice little butt.
I'd have a crack at her, for sure.

Eh, Jacques?

Ha!

-What's wrong with you?
-Nutjob!

Don't touch me!

Let go of me!

Asshole!

Hypocrite!

What's your problem?

I can't talk to a guy
who has his fly open.

No, leave him. He doesn't mean it.

He's dyslexic.

Alright.

Did you see? I got in a fight.

That's enough, Marie.

What are you doing here?

Things are really bad.

We don't see you enough.

You come back late, you get up late.

It's not the same between us.

I'm working.

He's not okay, you know.

He's unhappy.

You have no idea.

He's going to do

something stupid.

I don't like this new you.

Why do you care?

Get out of here, Stinko.

I've had it.

I hate you both.

You piss me off.

Do you really think that?

Don't be mean, not today.

I just got fired, I don't even know why.

I lost my job.

I've got nothing left.

What's your boss's name?

Mr. Vasseur. Why?

Is he in his office today?

Where does he live?

What are you doing to do?

Come on, Marie,
you're not paid to chit-chat.

Is something wrong?

Two minutes.

Dry your eyes.
Don't let people see you like that.

Marie!

Ah.

What's wrong? Something bothering you?

No, I'm fine.

You have no right
to look that sad at your age.

Go on, give us a smile.

A bigger one.

I must have told you 36 times
to come pay me a visit

but I never see you.

I just don't have the time.

Alright…

I'll go put this away.

Hello.

Not long after that

I started working at the office again.

"What's important is to love,"
"what's important is the rose,"

"what a joy it is to sing,"
my father used to say.

What's really important
is finding a job.

I always wondered if Marie
had gone out with Mr. Vasseur.

I'm leaving.

Tomorrow.

It's better that way.

Right?

You don't have anything to say to me?

You alright, Lucien?

I'm doing fine, Paul.

I'm preparing the soil
before it gets too hard.

You sure he's okay, Marie?

Marie isn't here. She went away.

Far away.

She went to parade her ass around
like a cat in heat.

But I can speak openly about it.
I feel no shame.

I only feel disgust.

Enough to make me feel sick my whole life.

My whole shitty life.

These are hard times, eh, Paul?

Well, it'll be a good year
for the strawberries, at least.

That evening
as my dad nursed his bruised head

I was nursing
a thought I couldn't get out of mine.

"Is it okay to tell your dad
that he's gone nuts?"

The year before, Marie had been
Spud Queen at the village festival.

Turns out potatoes are smarter.

I ended up losing my job again.

Mr. Vasseur was a real bad egg.

Get down from there!

Hi, Prudence.

Hello.

Can I stay with you?

I ran away from home.

Come in from the cold.

-It's not too late?
-Don't worry.

I want to do what you do.

Can you teach me?

Stop talking nonsense!
Come on, get some sleep.

In actual fact,
it is a natural reaction

to an over-supply of food…

Come on, Dad, hurry up!

I'll turn into a snowcone

if we don't get out of here.

Hm! Suzanne!

Tell me if this is the cheapest box.

-Um, sure.
-I don't have my glasses with me.

Tell me if they have lots of fiber.

A lot of fiber, you bet.
Perfect for making big old poop-a-doops.

You'll feel all light afterwards!

Now, you'll take

your "ca-ca-cash" from your purse

and go pay at the "tilly-till-till"

and go out the "dory-door"…

Oh, you're such a silly goose!
Give it a rest!

People are looking.

Don't be like that!

Lets go, Krusty the Clown!

Making them live longer, some great idea!

What a treat for us!

Where's Dad?

-I don't know.
-Dad!

Mrs. Thuillier is looking
for her son Lucien.

Lucien is dressed
in a brown herringbone suit.

The assembly point
is at the store entrance. Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks.

Some geniuses you are!
I was right there waiting for you.

What's gotten into you?

We were so worried about you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

It's an entry form for the game.

Stupid game.
And now's the time for that?

-You put it in there.
-Alright.

-Like that. No!
-There it is.

Calm.

Excuse me, Ma'am.

Can you open your coat?

-What's going on?
-We just need to check something.

Nothing on the kid here?

-Managing okay?
-Yep.

All good.

I'm proud of you.

I told you it would be easy
to study from home.

We need to
repaper the little office downstairs.

We'll use the cheap stuff,
it doesn't need to be pretty.

Okay.

I left your snack in the fridge.

Thanks.

I put a beer in there too.

I'll let you study.

-I'm off.
-Good luck.

Shit, I don't get any of this!

I can't do this.

Hello!

Hey!

Hello! How's it going?

What's all this about?

It's the big red truck
that passed by earlier.

I didn't notice.

They said such awful things to me.

They were laughing their asses off.

I didn't say anything.

You have to fight back.

You can say:
"Bunch of blue-balled bastards!"

Eh?

Um…

"Bunch of bozos."

"Big, stinky…

bozos."

"Lousy jerk-offs."

"Bunch of limp-dick donkeys."

"Bunch of limp-dick donkeys."

-"Donkeys" plural.
-Yes.

There.

You hang that up here

and when you don't know what to say back…

FOREST ROAD OF THE PRINCESSES

You make yourself at home,
decorate it how you want.

Coffee

music, posters,
so you can picture whoever you like.

So, are you sure you want to stay?

Yes.

The worst part is the smell.

You use an deodorizer before
so they don't get grossed out.

If it's really unbearable,
you hold your breath.

You pretend you're underwater.

Just like in The Big Blue.

Ah! This guy

we call him Thumper.

This won't take long.

Go on, take the wheel!

Read it again, please.

Look, I don't need to read it again.

"My love to you both."

"Thinking of you, Marie."

"PS: it's sunny here."

Then a word I can't read.

Okay, quit it, goddammit!

You're like an old fart
dragging your slippers around!

There, I said it.

Look, I'll apologise tomorrow
but now you're getting on my nerves.

Can't you go out a bit?

Make an effort.

Go see people!

Please!

Get out of here!

Shit, I forgot the bottle.

-Wait!
-It needs to be colder.

Ah yeah, it's true.

Stop it, Dad!
You're going to break the table!

I'll introduce you to my friends!

This is Philippe, Thierry and Philippe!

There are two Philippes!
This is my daughter!

Come and dance on the table!

Let's see if you've got your dad's moves!

-Come up here!
-Come join us!

Come over here!

Everybody fucking leave!

What?

-We're just getting started, Lucien!
-Leave!

This is my house!

I'm tired.

And I have to tidy up.

Cleaning's not really my…

Goodbye, miss.

-How are you?
-Good, thanks.

-How's your dad?
-Okay-ish. Hurry, we'll miss it!

Wow, sexy lady!

You'll be breaking hearts in Paris!

Come on, let's go!

Asshole!
Can't you see you're blocking the road?

-Easy!
-Dickface!

Go and chat somewhere else!

Asswipe!

Don't worry!

We're going to miss it anyway.

EXIT

Oh! We'll take the next one, then.

I told you so.

Well, I wanted to wear
a navy blue pantsuit

but Mrs. Moreau came to dinner last night
and she said:

"No, wear a yellow blouse."

"Yellow is better,
it goes well with your skin

and your hair."

So there, that's why.
It does get dirty easily

but it feels nice and cool
so I'm quite happy in it.

Mr. Dickface Asswipe

would like to buy a coffee
for the young brunette

wearing a red and white checked shirt

and a denim skirt.

She is sitting with
an older woman with dyed hair.

Come to the bar to make your apology.

Goodness!

How embarrassing!

-I don't know how to act.
-It's so funny!

Go on, fellas like that
don't grow on trees.

But what do I say to him?

You'll see what he has to say.

Go on!

Run along, Stinko!
I'll wait for you up there.

Make sure you have not left any
belongings in the train.

To exit the station,
take the underground walkway…

Men love a woman in a skirt.

I told you so.

It was about time, eh?

Is he taking you out for dinner?

I don't know.

Enough with the questions!

My chest hurts.

That's love.

Or he has knocked you up already!

You're so corny sometimes, Meemaw.

Oh!

Alright, where's this train?

Next stop, the Eiffel Tower?

You could crack a smile, Lucien!

I'm cold.

Oh! I forgot to shut the door.

Holy shit.

Can you see your feet?

Hold onto me, I'm scared
I'm going to tip over from the weight…

Okay.

You did that on purpose!

You're unbelievable!

-I'll give you my arm.
-Yes.

Oh, shit!

What a pair of dopes you are!

We can never just do something normal!

I hope the baby's okay.

Well, as far as I know,
he's not on your back.

You're taking stupid tiny steps!

You're like a granny at a dance class!

Can't you walk normally?

It's your patent shoes sliding about!

-Ah!
-Great idea, getting married in the snow!

Come on, now. Crack a smile!

I'm cold, you nitwit.

It's just a sudden need.
Keep going.

We were dancing
and I stepped on her foot.

"It's okay, don't worry.
Come to my place tomorrow."

I'm Grendizer
and I've got a message for you.

And I'm Batman. Listen, Grendizer…

Negative, you are too old to be Batman.

Listen to my message instead.

Stinko is calling Lucien
to meet at the base.

Where is this base?

Follow me, Lucien.

Keep it a secret.
Stinko needs time to think.

I met your messenger.

He was drinking wine from a barrel.

My butt hurts from falling so much.

God, I can't breathe in this thing.

I don't feel comfortable.
You know I've never liked dresses.

And my bra is killing me.
Can you loosen it a bit?

Eh?

Dad?

Oh, you scrubbed up well!

You must be choking in that thing.

So, what is it?

I messed up, Dad.

You were right, I think he is dumb.

And I can't leave you on your own.

But he has good manners, his family too.

They act like rich people,
it's not the same.

His mother sticks her pinky out
when drinking tea

but she stinks
because she only bathes on Sundays

to save money.

That's all she ever talks about,
"saving money, saving money!"

Jean-Pierre taught me how to smoke.

That's not all he taught you.

Will I still be your little girl, Dad?

I don't know.

I feel so sad.

I wish Mum and Marie were here with us.

I'm craving one of your garden salads
with your special dressing.

Followed by a nice nap.

But you'll read me a story first.
The one about Mr. Belpomme.

Do you remember
"Who plucks the moon up above?"

No.

"In the dark night, white as a dove"

"The snow falls softly down"

"O, drifting snowflakes, soft as a gown!"

"Who plucks the moon up above?"

Your mother would always read it

whenever it snowed.

The poem says that someone up there
plucks the moon

to send feathers floating down

to everyone he loves.

Soft little feathers

so that they forget their sadness.

So white and so beautiful

that life and people seem beautiful too.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

"Who plucks the moon?"

It's pretty.

I was away for a long time.

I was nothing without them.

I couldn't help it.

I had to head back into
the forest of princesses

who didn't fear the big bad wolf.

Prudence?

Am I interrupting?

I didn't recognize you.

You look different.

You look so different without makeup.

I was worried.
What the hell have you been doing?

You left without a word, you asshole.

It was shitty of you to say nothing.

Well, hello, anyway.

What have you been up to?

You're still looking a bit down.

No, I'm just in a bad mood.

-Because of me?
-No, of course not.

Hop in.

I was just freshening up. Get in.

Come on.

Grab a perch where you can.

Sorry…

I don't know what I'm doing,
for the last two days

I've been breaking out in a sweat…

I'm so tired.

Aren't you tired of all this?

You've got such great skin.

It's Lux.

The soap of the stars.

-Hello, Mr. Thuillier.
-Ah! Hello.

How are you?

Are things going better now?

A lot better.

I'm glad.

I'm really happy to hear that.

Going to turn over a new leaf?

Who?

No.

No, I've had enough on my plate.

What would you say

to a nice cup of coffee?

I just put on a pot and I'm alone here.

Why not?

Come in.

I should go. I forgot about something.

-Come back later?
-I shouldn't be drinking coffee.

It doesn't go well with Lorazepam,
or Bromazepam, maybe.

Thanks, anyway.

Well, some other time.

I just want a big hug
and some veal casserole.

I need to be held.

I can't do it anymore, Mom.

I'm going to collapse.

Ah, always so supportive
with your words and actions.

I'm having a breakdown
and you clean my eye.

You had an eye booger, I wiped it off.

I've got nothing left.

I can't live without my girls.

Gee, thanks.

You never needed anyone.

But I'm nothing without them.

You can't keep your kids forever.

They don't exist to make you feel better.

You don't miss it like I do.
Their cute little eyes.

Their smell after a bath.

All the stories we would tell,
over and over.

The same questions, the same answers.

The heat of a fever.

The smell of suppositories.

Their big cuddles.

Their moments of sadness.

I even miss their Tampax
and their Michael Jackson.

Just goes to show…

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I feel tired.

Maybe I need to lie down.

-Should I call a doctor?
-No.

There's no need.

Want me to stay with you a while?

I just need to get some sleep.

Okay, I'll leave you be.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

I'll leave.

How can you do such a thing at your age?

You've got varicose veins!

You've got spinach on your dentures.
Is that from him?

"I'm tired. I just need some sleep."

I come and see you because I need a hug

and you chuck me out on the street!

I'm bad at speaking my mind.

It's how I was raised.

You didn't hold back
with Gramps over there!

Don't call him "Gramps". He's my age.

You were such a sweet kid.

You've become a real nuisance.

Jean laughs, Jean cries,
he punches, he hollers!

You're something else.

I hope you don't get it from me.

Oh, don't be like that.

Oh, go to bed, Mom!

You're tired.

Come back, Michel, he's gone now.

Hey, will you quit it?

I remember
the Spud Queen turned up again

the day I got my first IUD put in.

My husband was spending
most nights on the couch.

Why do you always
take the car when you're crying?

I'm not crying. It's the rain.

What does "divorce" mean?

It's like two acorns stuck together
but split apart

they're different colors
and don't taste better with cream on top.

Liar!

Gargamelle is going to gobble you up!

Is Grandpa crazy?

No, he's, um… Unconventional.

Mom, why aren't we stopping?

Us Droopy Dogs
are going to pay him a visit.

He'll get a nasty surprise.

I just want to check something.

Check what, Mom?

When she snuck back into the house

she wanted to sit on her old bed outside.

It had rotted away so much
that she fell right through.

The neighbor told me.

You have to stick with your man.

He's funny as well.

Meemaw, he was funny once in three years!

Accept him as he is!

Did you read my couples book?

I read your entire
France Loisirs collection.

Can't you tell?

People will say: "Huh, she looks like
she's read How to be Happy."

Oh, Antoine, sweetie,
stop making that noise

you're driving us up the wall.

You hardly ever see him
and you're telling him off!

You don't know how to deal with kids.

I don't know why we all
play happy families

when we didn't finish what we started.

We just latch onto someone
who will hold our hand

when we're old.

So we don't die alone.

Oh dear, oh dear.

He'll end up obese at that rate.

Leave him be, Meemaw.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know what's wrong, I feel tired.

Should I call a doctor?

No, I'll be fine.

I just need a lie down.

Michel!

Michel, you can come in, they've gone.

CARD PAYMENT ONLY

My horoscope that day was:

"Reunions and reconciliations guaranteed

but watch out for the fog."

Madame Soleil got it all wrong.

Here you are.

Wait.

There you go.

Sir?

Sir, hello?

Are you okay?

Hello?

Excuse me!

I don't understand.

He won't take my money
or open the barrier.

-I'm in a hurry.
-Don't worry, Ma'am.

Thanks.

There you go.

Thank you. What's wrong with him?

He says you remind him of his wife.

Really?

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Ma'am.

I would come every Monday
from two to four

but I was so scared he would say:

"Don't dirty my highway."

The sales were on.

I was traipsing around the mall
like an old mole in its burrow.

I felt a feverish shiver
creeping up my spine.

Something was in the air

I don't usually believe in all that stuff.

Do you prefer perfume or eau de toilette?

It's for my wife.

Well, I can offer you something fresh

or something more fruity, more exotic,

or a more woody scent.

It's Women's Day today, isn't it?

Is it Women's Day today, Mrs. Perrin?

That's right, sir.

I would suggest this one.

It's very feminine.

Do you think that on a day like today

we should look at women more

so they know we find them beautiful?

Or should we look at them less

so they can be left alone?

It's a perfect day
for buying a perfume, that's for sure.

Never mind.

-Give me your balloon.
-No.

Stop it, give me it!

-Stop it! It's mine!
-Is not!

-Is so!
-Is not!

-Look, Peepaw.
-Well, will you look at that?

-You should have called!
-Oh, well…

You don't visit anymore, so…

She doesn't want you to see
her Droopy Dog face.

It's nothing, he wants to be a majorette.

I knew he would forget.
Here you are, sweetie.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Where's that big yeti?

Who's the big yeti?

You're so sweet.

He's at his gym class.

He gets fatter by the day
while I stuff my face

and I don't put on a kilo.
You know I stopped working?

No.

Mommy's crying because
Daddy's always on his computer

or in the gym, never in her arms.

I'm going to go.

You're unhappy, I can tell.

This doesn't seem like a happy home.

He wants to be a majorette, for starters.

Eh?

The kid looks like me.

More every day.

So will you come home?

Don't tempt me, Dad.

Are you staying with him
because you want to?

Or because people don't live
with their dad at your age?

Nonsense.
You're not exactly easy, you know?

I know.

You're all alone.

So am I.

So…

I'll look after the kid.

No.

No!

Okay.

Stop.

Relax.

Okay, feet apart.

Look off into the distance, okay?

First look out, then your hand follows.

Perfect.

Quiet, please, sir. You'll distract them.

I'm so sorry, it was just so beautiful.

If you'll excuse me? I know him.

Sure.

Deep breaths.

What are doing here, Lucien?

I came to see your lovely thighs!

-Do you know what day it is today?
-Tuesday.

Stop moving them around, it's rude.

My daughter is pale.

She's anemic.

You don't understand women at all.

You don't deserve her.

We don't have kids
for them to be unhappy.

So you'll quit
this body building nonsense!

You're going to eat less

then you're going
to embrace my daughter!

-If not, I'll bust your ass!
-Suzanne isn't pale.

She's lost her glow, it's different.
And it's your fault.

Deep breaths

when you finish the move.

Okay.

Jerk.

As for my nutty old family

I just wished Mom could be with us again

that Dad would be better

that my sister would come home
and that I, Stinko,

would get a divorce.

Are you okay there, sir?

Get lost.

Are you alright, sir?

Something wrong?

-What is it?
-Nothing.

It's none of your business.

I'm a failure.

I'm just a lousy shit.

That's all.

It was the day of the suicides.

But no one was able to do it.

Shit really hit the fan.

Come, quickly.

Here.

Let me look at you.

Alright, on you go.

What's going on?

-The house is up for sale!
-That's the wrong house, you noodle.

See for yourself!

I told you so!

FOR SALE

When I saw her walking up
with her little briefcase

and her unique way
of strutting through the mud

I found the will to laugh again.

Hello, sir.

How are you doing today?

Bad, thanks.

And yourself?

Would you be kind enough
to read what's on my badge?

You can't read it yourself?

Is that why you came here?

No.

No, I'm perfectly serious. Read it out.

"I'm always fit as a fiddle.
Ask me why."

Why?

It's all thanks to Herba Form.

Capsules packed with plant goodness!

It works like magic, sir.

If I'm not intruding,
I can tell you more about it inside.

Be my guest.

Sorry…

It's not very cozy.

It's okay, don't worry.

So, Herba Form.

As I was saying, it's a treatment

designed to invigorate the body.

They're plant-based capsules

that you take three times a day.

One in the morning, one at noon,
one in the evening.

It's highly effective.

It brings together

the best of technology and nature.

I tried them myself and I can assure you

it's really an amazing product.

And right now
I can offer you a discount price.

He was a little man

Pirouette, peanut

He was a little man

With a funny little house

With a funny little house

He gave the money from the house
to the sad guy who lives in the woods

so he could buy himself a new car.

-How did it go?
-He seems okay.

He's nice. Unique.

He wants to see me again tomorrow.

Already?

You see? I told you you'd like him.

You're not ashamed
to spy on people like that?

What about you?

She look scary without her make-up.

Spud had aged.

Stinko, too.

What were we doing out in the sticks?

Mom, there's a lady spying just like me

and she argued with me
and told me to stop.

Where?

Got your tickets for the show?

What's wrong, Stinko?
You're not happy to see me?

Spud!

Mom! Why is she calling you "Stinko"?

Damn it, Antoine, you can't
let me be happy for five minutes!

I don't like you. You're a bad mother!

You're bad at telling stories

your food tastes bad
and you're always in pajamas!

You're useless, you smell
and you're a Stinko!

Antoine!

Antoine!

I feel less alone
now I have my little pill.

Ah?

It's just like I told you.

What's wrong, Lucien?

Spit it out!

Lucien!

Lucien, drink something!

Wait for me!

Antoine! Get down from there!

I'm sorry.

Come and meet your aunt!

I'll come down when I want.

He's right, I am useless.

When he was born, I thought he was

the ugliest baby in the world.

That's not normal for a mother.

After that, I could never stand him.

I just couldn't.

-Stop it.
-It's true.

One day,

I was about to leave him
on the side of the road.

No one believes me.

But it's true, I swear.

What happened with his dad?

Living together is work
and I'm too lazy for that.

When I see him in his briefs
I want to laugh, that's not normal.

If I loved him I wouldn't laugh

when I see him in his briefs.

You can't have love without respect.

And when you see him out of his briefs?

You know he sold the house?

Yes, I know.

You're not upset?

-I was the one who bought it!
-No way! That's awesome!

Oh, ouch!

Look! They're cuddling and
tickling each other!

Oh!

Better now?

I really like you, Madeleine.

And your varicose veins, too.

My real name is Prudence.

I don't sell capsules, I'm a prostitute.

That's what I am.

A dirty prostitute
trying to take a loan of you.

There, it's out now. I'm sorry.

No! Don't leave just like that.

Don't give up now.

We'll have fun with this.

My daughters are dumb

but I love them more than anything.

Do you think I didn't notice your charade?

They're there every day
spying on us.

You're drunk, Lucien, there's only one.

We'll give them exactly what they want.

We'll pretend and then
those silly gooses will be sorry.

Come closer to the window.

I'm going to overdo it a bit
but it's part of the game.

I'm going to make out with you, Prudence.

You don't mind?

I don't know if I'll know how to.

I haven't been romantic in so long.

I feel like it's the first time.

Let's do it.

If not, they won't buy it.

One…

two…

three.

Holy moly!

Look, they're closing the curtains.

So soon?

It's her doing, she's been
circling him for days.

Don't over-egg the pudding, Lucien!

It'll look creepy!

Coo-ee!

Lucien! What are you doing?

That ruins the mood, Lucien.
You should change it.

Lucien!

Lucien!

-He's gone!
-What?

-Are you Stinko?
-She knows me?

I'll explain. Quick, to the cabin.

Mom, why does she call you "Stinko"?

Did you push him too much or what?

I don't think so, I don't know!

Quickly!

He's gone!

Mom!

What are they doing out there?

-They're shooting rats!
-They're just playing, sweetie.

Is that Dad, over there?

Yes!

There he is!

We lost him.

He went that way!

What are the fish doing, Mom?

They're sleeping.

Why do you keep lying to the kid?

I can't tell him the truth.

Why don’t you tell him

that rats eat chickens,
that cats eat mice

that some idiots

love to kill fish,
that people live in this shithole?

Shh!

That we never grow up.

That no one loves anyone.
I can't even tell myself that.

How can I tell him?

You give birth and all you get is trouble.

There, you did it.

Pipe down. It scares the fish.

You were the one who distracted him!

That's not true!

Where's Peepaw?

Tears fell down onto my wrist.

I thought it was the rain.

The dog was staring at me as if to say:

"Can't you see you're bothering me?"

The sound of a man crying

is a strange one indeed.

Have you gone deaf?

If it's a veal casserole you're after,
now's not the time.

Is your boyfriend here?

No.

He left.

Went off with the neighbor.

I kissed another woman, Mom.

It makes me feel sick.

You're not listening, Lucien.

What the hell's all this?

You don't have
the monopoly on suicide, honey.

I keep swallowing and I feel nothing.

So run along and fetch
some more for your poor old mother.

What's gotten into you?
Why would you do this to me?

You don't listen, Lucien.

I'm tired.

I knew I was doing a stupid thing.

But I never could say no to my mother.

For once, I felt useful.

After a while,
I started feeling sick

looking at the dust bunnies on the carpet.

And although I hardly ever dream

I started dreaming that Batman
and Zorro were coming to rescue us.

There he is! Lying down with Meemaw!

They're dead, killed by robbers!

-Oh my God…
-Don't touch anything, call the police!

-No!
-Hey! Wake up!

-What did they take?
-Call 911!

What's all this?

What is it?

-Hello?
-Meemaw?

-What the hell are they doing?
-Meemaw? Anything?

They're not answering.

Dad.

Come on, wake up.

Wake up.

I wanted to give her a big hug and say:

"Come, my little chickadee.
Papa Hen'll take you to Care Bear Land."

But I couldn't.

Why aren't they answering?

Exactly, hurry up!

Please!

One day,
I read something in my dad's diary

that made me laugh:

"Sophie's Misfortunes
are nothing compared to mine."

We did a crappy job, Stinko and I.

It's all my fault.

No, it's my fault.

I have an idea,
it's going to work for sure!

Meemaw!

Come on, you can do it.

It's time to wake up. Let's go.

Come on.

Up you get.

Never have children, miss.

No, Dad!

It's us!

-Marie and Suzanne. Come on.
-Meemaw!

-Please wake up!
-Come on!

We'll take you to the hospital.

Help me, you're too heavy!

I want to stay. I want to stay here.

No!

-No!
-Dad!

-Wake up!
-Wake up, Dad!

Come on, it's us, your daughters!

-We'll move back in, just move!
-I have an idea.

-Take the pillows from the bedroom.
-Okay.

Come on, move!

This isn't happening.

What have you done?

Let's go!

Hup!

Let's go!

Come on!

Faster!

Look, Dad! The moon!

Go wash your hands, you two

before I fall into a coma again.

These are hard times, it's true.

But if there's still some joker
up there to pluck the moon,

I want to try as well.

Subtitle translation by: Rhona Kappler