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THREE BROTHERS

Mom?

Chocolate cake?

No problem's too big.

One nervous slip and...

It's doody, heavy-duty... ...trouble!

Now ketchup.

Delicious on hamburgers.

One good squirt...

- Keep it down! - I'm working.

That's heavy-doody...

Trouble!

Right! But I see some are...

sceptical. Watch this!

Egg yolk.

That's really...

heavy-doody...

Trouble!

Right. Hopeless? I say...

No! I've got...

"Stainout." Fantastic!

Rub some on.

Watch carefully now.

Before your very eyes... The spot dies.

It succombs.

It's deceased. It's a M-I-R-A...

Miracle!

A miracle. You said it!

Hey. How's it hanging?

What's up?

How ya doin'?

Hey, baby!

Hey, we need to pow-wow.

Mail. Thanks.

You look fantastico.

I need your printout.

I'll get it to you.

Morning, Mr. Stevens.

Stevens? Just call me 'Stevie'. No bosses here, baby.

On the ball.

Always on the ball. Take it easy once in a while.

I can't help myself.

My future son-in-law...

needs rest!

My daughter'll yell. See you tonight.

Right.

We'll play Scrabble.

Yeah, great.

What dedication!

Oh, shit!

Shit!

Cover for me? I got a thing to do.

You kidding? You showed up late.

Plus, you sleep elsewhere tonight. 3 nights at my place!

I'll kick in for the rent.

With what?

I'm making a movie with Adjani. Really. She loves me.

With Adjani?

In that case, no problem!

Sleep at her place!

- Asshole! - What?

- Nothing. Later. - Right, dickhead!

I was at Resoft Co., then 2 years Think, Inc.

They streamlined, so I moved to...

Fine, Mr. Holimum. I read your resumé. What we need are movers.

I am a mover.

Your albumin level's too high.

You're sick. Headhunters!

Look out! One day we'll hunt your heads.

Headhunters! All sick!

- 'Night, Françoise! - I'm off at 4...

Can't. Emergency.

- Nothing serious? - No, my mom's dead.

Latour, for the Latour will.

Have a seat, you're first.

Oh? There are other...

Hello, sweetheart...

Hello, Ma'am. The Latour case. I'm Latour.

You'll have to wait. Still one to go.

Oh? There are other...

This isn't the first time.

Your 2nd citation. We've had enough!

See you next time!

Sorry, problem with the cattle cars, uh, the subway.

Mr. Latour?

Have a seat.

They're here!

Cattle cars!

Those guys... totally!

You don't pay...

Latour.

All three.

Gentlemen, you were late and I have a closing to attend.

This will have to be brief. Have a seat.

My name is...

Larieux, I'm seeing to your mother's will.

You, her 3 sons. Josette M. Latour, singer

deceased Feb. 14, 1993

at Santa Anna Hospital, Houston, Texas, USA.

The will names the following:

Bernard A. Latour, father unknown...

Which is Bernard?

Me, why?

Didier J. Latour...

father unknown.

Yes, that's me.

Pascal Giuseppe Latour, father unknown.

Yes, that's me.

You've never met.

That's why we had trouble finding you.

Since you're not very punctual...

we'll have to put this off.

Let's meet again on Thursday at 3 PM.

Sharp.

No, I can't.

Me neither.

We have to work this out. It is 3 million francs.

- The paperwork... - Excuse me.

Three million?

Cash?

Francs?

3,257,872 francs... cash!

and 87 centimes...

... on account, of course.

- What day? - Thursday.

I can make it.

Yes, Thursday, yes.

Yes, I can.

There!

I had a thing Wednesday. Thursday's fine.

What can you say?

Nothing.

Nothing to say.

If someone told me today I'd meet my brothers!

I never met Mom.

Me neither.

Me neither.

Musta been some chick!

You said it!

I don't know.

- Drink up. - Never touch it.

I'm going.

No, wait!

I said it's on me.

Thursday at 3.

Wait. Should we kiss?

- Nice guy. - Little weird.

I'm working on a movie deal.

I got a big thing going, not sure...

I got a little thing going, but it's sure! Bye.

Should we kiss?

- That you, Didier? - Yes, coming.

Gobs of cash, gobs of cash!

Not lots, not scads, gobs of cash!

Evening, dear.

We didn't wait. We know where you were.

Oh? Where?

Your appointment.

Your mother's passing.

A cashier told me. You could have confided in us.

Might've helped.

It's only a formality.

The poor woman suffered so.

Left nothing.

Does that really matter?

No. Poor woman.

This country should

take care of its own

before going abroad.

They put men on the moon...

That's not the point.

France is falling apart.

They pamper parasites.

- Right? - Right.

You like your fish

with lots of mash?

Gobs of mash!

Uh, no. No potatoes.

Who benefits? The wogs...

the Arabs, the wetbacks!

- Right? - Right.

Sure!

In any case, Didier...

we're your family now.

So when will you two set the date?

Help them along,

don't rush them!

Separate rooms! They must be anxious.

No, not at all.

No rush, but keep it in mind!

No rush. It's on my mind.

Well?

Say something!

Leave her be.

She's a child.

I'm not hungry.

I'll get some air.

Yes, you've had a hard day, sure.

Scrabble! Cheer you up.

I'd rather walk the dog.

I'm entitled to a rematch!

Your 70 points got to me! What was the word?

HOMICIDE.

That's right.

Geneviève can do it.

No, it's my pleasure.

Where's the bottom, where's the top?

Top?

You like her, huh?

That boy reminds me of myself.

Gobs of cash! Gobs!

Move it, you mutt!

Don't touch me!

Gobs of cash!

Hi, brother.

You, here?

I wanted us on the right foot. I brought you...

That's silly.

No. No money problems between us.

It's no rush.

There you go, bro'.

Nice of you.

Sorry. Could I...

Give you a kiss.

My brother.

Hi, Miss Pereire.

It's my brother.

Mr. Latour...

Come in a minute.

I don't want to impose.

That's not why I came.

If I'm bothering you, say so.

What a place!

It's Hollywood!

Fabulous. Looks like a model unit.

Satellite antenna?

Christ! Watch it! It's a Kundelitch, very fragile!

It's wacked out.

Yo, the mezzanine! How big is this place anyway?

About 900 square feet.

Holy fuck!

That's great. A little...

but great!

The rent must...

I own it.

You own it? Sonovabitch!

Don't touch! It's a Whiteman monochrome. Worth a fortune.

Oh, a painting.

Guy painted Alaska.

Looks great. Live alone?

Got a lot more questions?

No, but I mean, if I got an apartment, I'd get this one!

And now I can. With my gobs of cash!

Gobs...

Want a cig?

I don't smoke. There're no ashtrays.

I have nothing to drink

and I have software to work on.

Right, I'm history, man.

In a few days, I'll live in a place like this.

And tonight, I'm sleeping in a doorway. Funny.

I'd like to help you out.

That's really nice. Really.

Wait. One night, OK?

That's really nice.

Take the couch. I'll get a blanket...

Forget it.

So the couch stays clean.

Eight o'clock wake-up! I'm working.

Fine. I have to be somewhere at 9.

I got a film thing with Adjani.

She loves me.

Good night.

No, I want a desert island. Quiet. Far from everything.

Not vacation. Permanent.

I'm getting gobs of cash.

A million.

Excuse me.

I'll come by the agency. I got a call on another line.

Cold? Put another one on. I.D., please.

Christine Rossignol.

I know you!

You remember me?

Sure. How could I forget!

Yeah, we got along great.

You said you'd call, 7 years ago.

Call you?

- Maybe. - Not maybe.

You married? With someone? I wouldn't be mad.

Thanks!

- Still the same! - You, too!

Know what happened?

Do I have to listen?

Do I have to listen to your shit?

Stop. I saw you.

- You're lucky... - Lucky?

Lucky to meet you 7 years ago?

Caroline...

Christine!

How's your career?

You know I'm an...

An orphan, yeah! No family ties. I heard it!

Here, take your stuff!

Please, madam!

Big philosopher...

winds up security guard!

Madam, please!

I owe you nothing!

That way, Corinne.

Christine!

I owe you. It's thanks to you I'm all alone.

And that's fine with me!

Bitch!

What? What is this?

Indicators looked great. I took Asian floats on margin.

I heard. How much?

3 million.

- On spec., what a risk! - I smelled it!

Tomorrow at brief training!

3 million!

What's this?

1960 Chrysler. Mint condition. A real sweetheart deal!

Whaddya say, bro?

- Half-brother. What's this? - It's mine.

My buddy Lulu advanced me the money.

I told him I was getting gobs of cash.

He was real nice. Got it down to 13,000.

13,000 francs?

No, the odometer. Cost a lot more. Get in.

I'm not giving you any...

No, I got something for you.

For you.

What's that?

It's an ashtray.

You don't have any at your place.

Nice of you.

I need a place to crash tonight.

Christine Rossignol live here?

Yes. My mommy's not here.

Your mom? And where's your dad?

Which one?

You have a dad?

Sometimes.

Broads, jeez!

Broads!

What's a bwoad?

You'll see.

Your mother forgot this.

And tell your mommy...

Forget it. Like flowers?

I love roses.

Roses? What a coincidence. For you, not her.

- Thanks. - Yeah, bye.

LEGAL SERVICES

Gentlemen.

Had I mentioned, at our last meeting...

your mother's aforementioned codicil?

No, why? That like a bonus?

The legator stipulates that if, 2 years after her demise,

the uterine legatees do not come forward,

the sum goes to found an orphanage.

Your kind mother,

ever so generous,

died two years...

and two days ago.

The second inheritance is yours.

A very handsome audio product, recorded by your mother.

Free of inheritance tax, which is always nice.

In addition...

my honorarium, expenses, and research fees

come to a modest sum of 13,250. Make it 13,000. Sign here.

I don't get it. All we get is 13,000?

No, that's my honorarium.

Excuse me, but where's... where's the gobs of cash?

Yeah, the cash?

The, uh, inheritance?

I told you, the aforementioned codicil...

Sorry, but...

talk normal, I don't get it.

The codicil?

Well...

two days ago...

the inheritance...

was still yours.

But now...

the usufruct of your bequest, to be subdivided...

One second. What's this "Yousah fucked" thing?

- Usufruct. - Right. What's that?

Talk normal.

The usufruct of your bequest...

Sorry.

It slipped. I don't get it.

I don't either.

Plain talk.

There is no more inheritance.

No. What about my car? What do I tell Lulu?

Three days ago, that codi...

- Codicil. - That shitty paper!

- Please. - That shitty paper!

We had it, now we don't.

We don't?

The depository subrogation...

No. Talk normal!

The inheritance is all gone.

All gone?

What about the 13,000?

I said nothing!

Right! Take that! Nothing!

I don't get it!

Call the Americans!

You call, you say you made a mistake.

No, it's too late.

Why?

In E plurubus unum, uh, the U.S.!

The law stipulates...

Says! The law says!

Says what?

You won't like it.

What?

No, I don't like it!

And he grew up in the sixties!

It wasn't me.

Thank you for your contribution.

That bitch!

What do I tell Lulu?

That's how singers are.

To an orphanage. I'm an orphan!

Her career was nowhere. She got married to a rich guy.

She got us in trouble!

Doesn't look like I imagined.

She did it on purpose! Bitch!

Let's not get upset.

- Why shouldn't we? - Think positive.

We're brothers. We got family!

Nothing personal, I'd rather have the cash!

What about this?

I'll split it in three!

Settle down! Not my fault you're in deep shit.

I stayed cool!

You're different. That's obvious!

- What do you mean? - You heard me!

Say that again?

You heard! You're different!

Relax, guys. Listen...

I don't mind if you're black. I got friends who are blacker.

I got drive. I got no hassles.

Yeah, drive on.

In 30 years, I never needed you!

Like I need some jerk-off with a pony-tail. Get driving!

I'm driving. So long!

Good riddance!

Nothing for me.

Nothing.

Champagne!

How ya doin'?

Great. Stevie fired me.

He wants to see you, too. Good luck, baby!

Don't worry about this company!

That judge is gonna get run out of town! Don't worry!

Just do it! Stop busting my balls!

What's wrong, babe?

I'm fine. Langry looks bad.

From creative.

Oh, Michel. That's terrible. I had to let him go.

A company's like a balloon. Got to cut the dead weight.

Look at Alex.

Gendron? Why?

Look at that!

Can I keep that? I'm firing him!

I need guys like you, movers!

3 million on the market!

Nice going! Really.

Stocks go up and down. Never the same. You can't...

And he's modest!

I got a deal for you.

You take Alex's job.

You got drive...

muscle, you got what it takes.

And you invest in us.

I'll have to think it over.

You're a sly one.

Want to know what worries me?

You could get my job!

But that's business.

I understand that.

Let's talk it over,

between friends.

Dinner tonight, at your place.

- Tonight I can't. - Do me a favor.

One day you'll eat us all alive! Cannibal!

Alex! Let's talk!

How's it hanging?

You know how a balloon flies?

So long, man.

Should we kiss?

No, I'd rather not.

Be strong. In life, you gotta be strong!

Peace, bro'.

Gimme some more.

Gotta be strong in life!

Didier, we've been waiting.

What's this?

Little champagne?

Indulge, this once.

I don't know. What's up?

Honey!

We're ready!

What is this?

A surprise!

He's all emotional.

The groom isn't supposed to see.

Supposed to be bad luck, but...

We chose the church.

The ceremony's at...

St. Ernestine.

Great news.

One problem.

The 19th or the 26th? It's up to you, Didier.

That's the straw

that broke the camel's back.

Sorry?

Make babies with her?

I don't want to.

What?

No. She's ugly. She's nice, but she's ugly.

You're ugly, and stupid!

You're very, very stupid.

You talk about wogs and stuff. I can't stand you. Sincerely.

What?

I don't get it.

I think I get it. You've been drinking.

Now that ain't stupid!

We'll talk later.

Later, yeah!

We could take the dress up.

- Quiet! - She's stupid, too!

Shut up!

And stop bawling! Out!

And you smoke!

I forgot my works. Got any hash?

Enough! That's inexcusable!

I'll show you that we have our dignity!

Stop bawling!

It's not my fault

we can't marry her!

Even a wog wouldn't take her! The door!

Go answer it!

Charles-Henri...

remember your dignity!

Put a lid on it!

All that for a hemline!

Hi, you having a party?

I got a problem for tonight. Could I, sort of, sleep over?

Get out of here

or I'll smash your fucking faces!

- Problem. - Yeah.

Wait.

You're engaged?

I've had it!

I'm like Montaigne. A free man.

I got nowhere to sleep.

We'll sleep at our brother's!

Brother, that guy?

Not me. Never in your life!

It's the big boss. Just kidding!

Come on in. You're a little early.

How nice! Looks like New York!

Have a seat.

Have some peanuts.

Cool. She's my wife.

Champagne. Let's drink it.

Careful.

It's a Kundelitch.

There. This is it.

Here?

We can't sleep in there!

Who said sleep? I said spend the night.

We drop a hit, and we fly through the night.

A what?

A hit. Acid. LSD, man!

That stuff's dangerous.

Acid? Dangerous?

Since when?

People'll stare.

Here, if you don't, people stare.

No coherent product strategy

completely upstream, no coherent anything!

I agree. Here's what I think:

You have to rework company strategy in product and interface.

He's totally right!

Wait up!

What you got?

Name it.

Pyramids, Bart Simpsons...

jokers...

kangaroos.

Kangaroos' good.

What's a kangaroo?

That!

Not for me.

Nice. No more panorama's?

Shit. Those are great. You got 180° vision.

Yeah, great.

I got crawdads.

That's major league.

You'll talk backwards.

Yeah. Gimme, gimme.

How's Homeboy tripping?

What he say?

What do you want to feel?

I'm not feeling great.

You got a No-Doz?

What'd he say?

He's bummed. You got a trancy type thing?

Yeah. I got that on me.

That's this country's problem.

All talk, no action.

Speaking of action. You want to spread it around. OK!

I was thinking.

You kick in 2 million for the company. What do you say?

I'm interested.

More sushi, anyone?

- Let yourself go. - I let myself go, I leave!

What did I take?

A Walt Disney.

Am I gonna grow mouse ears?

What gets me, in France...

some people can't afford a steak!

Let 'em buy fish.

This is delicious.

From your country?

I wasn't born in the islands. I'm from Paris.

You got a chromosome with a bone in the nose, right?

I'm just kidding!

Don't get me in trouble with my future partner.

Hey, Pascal, 1.5 million?

Shit! That was... Hey.

I gotta see my brother.

I was mean. I gotta tell him I love him.

You know I do. I love you, too.

- Fuck! - What?

I'm backwards talking.

I say can't my forwards sentences. Crawdads!

Disney's how? Anything feel?

Look how pretty it is!

Bambi's sleeping.

Watch it. High tide!

Life is great. I love you, brother!

Down slow. I can't up keep!

It's in your head.

Let it in. Breathe!

- We going forward or backward? - Forward.

This will better be.

Feel better?

Beautiful, I love you.

Hi, Sneezy!

That was Sneezy.

52 dead, 100 wounded...

Is your B-ashtray-full?

I can't. In reverse I feel like I'm.

Better back up. It's easier.

Hey! Watch the aristocats!

One million.

Less profit but no risk.

1 million. Now.

We'll go over it tomorrow at the office.

Don't be silly.

I brought along a provisional stockholder's contract.

The contract.

Here?

No, on the back.

There's a blank.

We'll fill it in later.

Later?

Here?

- Right. - Now.

- 'Pascal Latour'? - Good idea.

Doorbell. Excuse me.

One minute.

I love you, brother. Give me a kiss.

What is this?

U-turn!

U-turns are weird. Which way?

You been drinking?

No, but we can.

I want to tell you I love you. Love me? Kisses.

You OK, baby?

Neighbors. They're leaving.

We're waiting.

Be right there.

Show them in. I love neighbors!

Friends of yours? I love them, too!

I want to kiss them!

You fuck up once...

Unbelievable!

Come in, have a seat.

Sit down!

Neighbors.

Should I open the champagne?

Yeah, open it.

So, you live in the building?

In the building?

Yeah, they're neighbors. From upstairs.

Are you in...

communications?

No. They're more artists... painters...

You know painter types who do... paintings.

I so admire painters.

I just invested in a painter...

not famous...

but he's gonna make me a lot of money.

What kind

of painting do you do?

Abstract!

I think it's abstract.

I love abstract!

Little champagne?

What kind?

Braque or Vasarely?

I see.

They're not just painters. They're comedians.

What is this Mickey Mouse shit?

Not Mickey Mouse. We're painters.

Let's do it, naked!

That's enough!

We're going!

Going?

Get your coat!

Get your coat!

Shut your faces!

Stop repeating!

Shut up!

Stop repeating, or else!

They're making fun of me!

You done?

Let's go!

Stevie.

Mr. Stevens!

This is a misunderstanding.

What? No money for the company?

I made a bad investment. I'm tapped out.

We'll talk at the office.

Thanks for the dinner-theater!

You're gonna get it!

Now I'm out of a job!

Don't get all upset.

You think it's easy to get work?

You could always sell this place.

I can't.

It's not mine. I rent.

Yeah? How much?

9,500 F.

30 years of self-drive!

Look what screws me!

A couple of leeches!

Who needs you?

Couple of what?

Leeches!

Where you going?

The leech is leaving!

You might as well stay.

My jacket?

I'm not a bum. I've been 'self-driving', too!

Mom's still not back.

What are you doing here?

In your pyjamas?

What's up?

I put my briefcase in the door.

I took out the garbage. Not my fault it shut!

No one has a key?

Mom gets in tomorrow. And Gloria...

I mean the super...

went to Portugal.

No one sits for you?

I'm no coward!

- I didn't say that. - What happened?

A mosquito bite you?

No, nothing.

Just a joke.

What's your name?

Didier Latour...

son of Josette M. Latour, father unknown.

What's yours?

Michael Rossignol.

You locked out, too?

What's that?

A kid?

Problem?

I'll explain. May I?

Sure, come in.

Nice of you. He's real cute.

- You asleep? - No.

Take the couch.

No, the rug is good for my back.

What is that?

Use them as a pillow.

No, thanks.

That bitch!

Who, the mother?

All of 'em. Especially our mom.

She sure did screw us good.

- Shoulda never been born! - Come on!

We're fine. He's got a job, an apartment.

Blacks.

Either shoeshine or President!

This black...

has an appt. at 9! Can it!

Sure you don't want the couch?

No, it's good for my back.

Physical pain is nothing to spiritual happiness.

Night, brother.

Good night.

What the hell is that?

Shit! 9:30! I'm late! Shit!

It's the fucking rug!

You'll get me fired!

You! I told you to stop!

I slipped a collar disk.

Just take my bed!

Any coffee?

At the coffee shop!

Take it easy. Relax.

If you want, we'll split!

Right, 'cause...

Pass me that. I can't bend.

You mind if I call the kid's mother, before I leave?

What is it?

No, nothing.

Sleep in a halfway house, but not here!

And that!

That's not a coatrack!

Good morning...

Mr. Latour.

Oh, right, hey. I have a letter for you.

Hi.

Hey, how ya doin'?

Can it!

- May I? - You could knock, babe.

Fuck that. I'm fired?

Hey, sorry. But you can't always have your way.

What was last night about?

I've always believed in you.

You grew up in the 60s?

You demonstrated.

- A company... - Right!

Like a balloon. I heard it! I'll give you a balloon!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna cut some dead weight!

Just kidding!

Excuse me... bitch!

Hi. This is Christine and Michael's...

Never home!

What does your mother do? I left her ten messages!

Imagine? He's only 6. Wait'll I see her!

Don't want your Quick?

I don't like it.

Want some coffee?

Right! How about whisky? He's just a kid!

What do you want?

Cocoa Pops with chocolate chips.

What?

Cocoa Pops.

Drink that, then we'll see.

Mom gets them.

But it takes her two months!

- You always on your own? - Yeah.

Some women suck!

- What does Mom do? - Goes out, brings money home.

A whore.

A stewardess.

What's the dif?

Stewardess. She's not a whore.

Time for your bath.

We're running a little late.

Coffee?

In my house, if I want! That goes here!

Palpitations!

Just take care of yourself. You seen the time?

Why's he still here?

His mom's a stewardess.

Not my fault if she's in Singapore!

What is it, my fault?

You raid the fridge,

and I pick up the tab! What's this?

If it's a matter of money...

I got a movie deal working.

Spielberg called. You were out.

I'm naked.

Mind? I'm on the phone.

Not my thing.

Let him wash himself! He's not my kid!

Like he's mine?

Might be.

What's this bullshit?

Yeah. He's 6 1/2. You left her 7 years ago...

Yeah, he's got my blond hair!

We're brothers, and we don't look alike.

What am I, the Humane Society?

With 3 million unemployed, the ozone layer, Chernobyl...

AIDS, hepatitis A, B, they're running out

of letters already!

All the rest of it!

That's the scrub side.

The sponge, too.

Plus drugs in school, crack, lawyers!

I forgot about them!

If I had a kid, I'd kill myself,

then get an abortion!

What did I say?

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

I'm cold.

You have a mom.

You have a dad.

Dat dad is da...

Dat's too hard to say.

Come on.

Wait... I'll tell him.

Look at me. It's real simple.

Who's he to you?

No. Gently.

- I was... - Like Dr. Spock.

Let me. I'm in communications.

Your mom ever mention your dad?

What did she say?

That he was tall, handsome and rich.

This is tough.

Why?

She lied to him.

She did not.

Sure. You're penniless...

And I'm ugly?

Say it!

Spit it out.

Well, you're no Richard Gere.

I got to be Richard Gere?

- No, not be... - You hear this?

- I hear, but... - Kevin Costner here!

Enough movie talk.

That gets my back up.

Enough, Sidney Poitier!

You tell him!

You're his father!

- Yeah, so what? - Tell him!

Well, as you just heard...

I'm your real dad.

And I'm his brother, so...

I'm your ang- ong- uncle.

We're brothers...

So, in a way...

No, not right away, you'll traumatize him.

So how do you feel about it?

I'm hungry.

What he say?

No, not custody!

But he's my kid, I can do something.

I never had a father.

Me neither. So what?

The mother gets preference.

His mother?

Legally, you didn't recognize him.

Cocoa Pops, right?

Legal, schmegal.

Looks nice, huh?

- Pink? - I like pink.

You're a little weird.

This is all right. This, too.

- Too small. - What? It's fine.

These prices! Smaller it is, the more it costs!

- What the hell? - Savings!

Hey, I'll pay.

He's my kid, I'll pay.

- They know me here. - Good. That'll help.

These old people today!

What's this, lady?

Aren't you ashamed?

In the words of the stotist...

Stoicist.

Sextilius Crassius.

"Philosophy teaches how to die."

The rotting of flesh...

Putrid entrails...

Diseases and the stench...

Colic. The stench of...

Well it's about time!

What's with all the messages?

Wait. Easy! Lucky thing I went. The kid was locked out!

Let me talk to him.

One second. I just wanted...

to say, you could've told me I'm the father.

Are you nuts? Michael, your son?

Want to see my behind?

He's nuts!

She says no.

I can't talk. Put him on.

Michael, it's your mom.

Hi, Mom!

Hi. You OK?

Fine.

It's not my fault the door shut.

I know, it's mine. Sorry.

When are you coming?

I can't say yet. But very soon. Promise.

Here's a big kissy wissy!

Kissy wissy!

And hugs!

Put your father on. I mean him.

OK.

Dad, for you.

I have a girlfriend who can take him until Thursday.

We'll keep him till Thursday.

Here's a number to reach me just in case. Got a pen?

I'm not sleepy.

Want me to tell you a story?

I don't like stories.

At your age, you must.

What's the one...

Granny and the glass seven?

Gets eaten by Bluebeard, with Alladin.

No. How about Tom Thumb?

That's great. The kids are abandoned...

Not that one.

Sure you want a story?

I do not want a story! You get it?

OK. We aim to please. What do you want?

A Super Nintendo!

A what?

Nice car, Uncle B.

Show me once.

No, it's easy. Do like I said.

Your movie?

It's a remake of Casanova.

- With Adjani? - Right.

Turn to the left, we'll see better.

Right. Desire and guilt. Don't forget he's your brother!

Right. Good. Where's Casanova?

Right here.

Is cash a problem?

Your scene's next.

That's what the client's after. Great resumé, qualified.

Only one problem.

You're unemployed.

That's why I'm here.

Of course,

but the "job applicant" thing is kind of a downer.

Logically, if I had a job, I wouldn't need one.

Logic, nowadays...

I'll go get hired, then come back.

And that's heavy-doody, heavy-duty...

Trouble.

Trouble, right.

Ladies and...

Gentleman. No, because I have Stainout!

10 TV Lotto, 2 Lucky's.

Keep the change!

That's a M-I-R-

A-C -L -E...

A mess of shit.

Your ego-training thing is great.

But I'm going to need a detailed description of goals.

My goals?

My goal's to get money before I go belly up.

Pierre fills the tub

1/3 less than Jean, who filled it twice as much as Jacques.

Stupid! Life's not like that.

- Can I play Nintendo? - The problem first.

... but Jacques used 1/3 of the water used by Jean.

Disgusting!

They share bathwater!

You don't get it?

I get it!

You only live once. Fuck this stuff.

Got a cig?

How many cubic pints

did Jean and Jacques waste?

Go play Nintendo. I need peace and quiet.

This is...

there's a problem.

Yeah. How much water it takes to wash your ass!

Problem?

No problem.

Problem?

- He's so cute. - The picture!

Great shot!

Put the camera down!

- We're fucked? - Yeah, I told you ten times.

What would Montaigne say?

Montaigne? He'd say we're fucked!

Totally fucked.

He's so cute.

He looks like me.

A picture of us three.

Cut this bullshit off.

Yeah, right!

We're real brothers!

I'm really happy about this.

You're my bro'!

I'm free.

- Picture! - Fuck Stevie!

Where do I press?

Come here.

- It's going. - Quick!

Smile!

Did it take it?

Gonzalez, repo man.

Defaulted payment on legal fees. Mr. Latour in?

Fuck. Problem!

One Hewlett Packard...

2000.

That's a HP Vectra with DH 7; it's worth at least 15,000!

Right, sure. 1,500.

You owe Jean-Claude...

I mean, Mr. Larieux, much more.

If you always divide by ten!

- What? - Nothing.

Now, the kitchen set...

Fridge, stove... let's call it 3,000.

Excuse me.

Over here it gets worse. The pig sty.

One laundry rack...

No, that's a Kundelitch.

Who cares what brand it is? Kundelitch line, OK, 150.

Fine. I made one good investment. The Whiteman monochrome.

Let's see.

Right, it's priceless!

Stereo, for what it's worth. 1,000.

One Super...

Nine Ten Do.

A Super Nintendo.

Not the Nintendo.

That's the kid's.

Take the rug, my shoes, but not the Nintendo.

A Super Nine Ten Do.

What an asshole.

May I remind you I'm a sworn officer of the state?

That's what I said, an asshole.

- It slipped. - I heard it!

Each insult will cost you 500.

Wait. I got the TV...

Excuse me.

How much for a slap?

It's Thompson, brand new.

Right, 800.

Excuse me...

could I ask...

would "shitbag" count?

I'm just asking. Is that an insult?

I warned you! 500!

Put down 3,000.

We'd like to add

"asswipe," uh, "fathead"...

"fuckass who does shitwork"...

5,000. I want to add "fatass dickhead

"who stinks..."

"Toilet face"!

Stop it. I mean it.

We're stopping, shithead.

Enough! Stop!

Forget them. This is my house.

Your house? I'm going to have your green card checked.

Let me by.

Ugly, and racist?

- Let my by! - Go!

I took an oath.

I'm not a lawyer.

My job is this.

- I took an oath. - What?

I've pushed scum like you to suicide!

What?

To what?

Suicide!

- He's mean. - A real mean guy.

No! Not again!

That's not nice.

He's not a nice man.

He's ashamed.

What is he again?

A sworn officer.

No, he's a big shit.

Now he'll say so.

Say you're a big shit.

A b-big...

I'm a...

A big shit. A big shit.

A big stinking mass of shit.

Looks good on him!

Yes, it does. Look at him.

Now get out of here.

Move!

You grew up in the 60's?

Fuck!

He's not moving.

He blew a fuse?

Nice going!

I'm hungry.

Not now.

- He's dead. - No, he isn't.

Don't get nuts.

That guy was breathing.

You a doctor?

No, but just 'cause he was breathing low...

In "Big Blue" he went 10 mins. without air.

True.

Try 10 mins. without bullshit!

Let's not argue. What's done is done.

Some guys would pay to kill a repo man.

You said he's dead!

No! He's doing fine.

A little electricity never hurt a fly!

The Rosenbergs...

That's a sign!

We killed the dead guy!

Christine, sorry, the kid wants to see you tomorrow.

You're in Nice? Surprise! We're on our way.

What's wrong?

Me and my brothers... step-brothers...

Anyway, I'll explain. There was a repo man, a Nintendo...

What?

Look, we have big money problems.

Money? To get my son back?

What!

Go ahead. Turn it on.

I can't believe it. I can't do this.

Sure you can.

Not me. I'm black.

In school,

anybody fucked up, I got blamed for it.

You're crazy. Blacks today are considered normal.

- Think so? - Sure!

Hey, boy!

Fill'er up and wash the windshield!

See?

Don't get upset.

Why shouldn't I? You bastard! Lowlife!

Let's not get upset!

You know what this is called?

Look, I'm out of...

- What? - He won't give him back.

Hi. Number 12.

It's 15.70.

Keep the change!

Move it!

Well?

Fine. She's expecting us.

So?

She's expecting us. It's fine.

- Then what? - One thing at a time.

She's thrilled.

My keys!

SPEEDY SLEEP - 99.90 F

For under 100, you got to expect this.

The kid can sleep.

You sleeping?

I'd sure like to!

Somebody there?

Next door! Trying to sleep!

Sorry.

We didn't know. Good night!

Under 100, you got to expect it.

- Oh, no! - Oh, yes!

Two more there.

That's pretty hot.

- Get you hot? - No way.

Get you hot?

That's one thing that doesn't!

Actually...

Never saw you with a girl.

No, so what?

I'm just saying.

Saying what?

I'm saying.

To each his own.

What does that mean?

- You're a free man. - Do as you please.

I don't go for any girl.

- You all right? - Goddamn sink!

I'm into quality. Here. The ideal woman.

What's that?

My ideal woman.

Cindy Crawford legs.

Basinger hips.

Demi Moore bust, Pfeiffer's mouth, Sharon Stone eyes.

How about a Schwarzenegger fist?

We're just talking.

- This is a hotel. - No, it's a fuck palace.

It's not in there.

Got to look to be sure.

A dead repo man isn't news.

Not like Priscilla Presley had the measles!

Don't look.

Uncle B.'s in the paper.

Hey.

You said Isabelle Adjani adored you?

- Yeah, why? - Looks like she does!

- What? - Casanova!

What shit!

Margot and Marie-Antoinette...

sure get along great!

I'm in the paper!

Yeah, right.

"An unbalanced father..."

- Go on. - "... father who...

"couldn't accept parenthood, a rather dull paranoid...

"a real macho type", says Dr. Mono, "irresponsable and dangerous".

- Stop. - I'm reading!

- Got a point. - Laugh!

Go on!

- "His contemptible act"... - Lousy writing!

"... was abetted by two accomplices...

"... as yet unidentified.

"One must guess they are mediocre parasites, with no future."

Illiterate! That guy must be a sportswriter.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Shit!

Make sure there's no camera in there.

You sick? A camera in there?

Yeah. Let's go.

I won't be a broad!

I won't be a broad!

Your name is Juliette.

Right! I'm Gladys Knight, you're the Pips!

- Call his mother. - Yeah.

I'm tapped out.

Oh, fuck!

No change?

Nothing.

Oh, fuck!

I'm hungry.

I never said that.

Sure, journalists. But we're in deep shit!

Yes, it's a mistake!

- What's with her? - Let me.

Relax. I got this.

Madam, there's been

a misunderstanding. What?

I'm his uncle. The brother.

She wants the boy.

Juliette!

Michael, come here!

Your mom.

Tell her not to worry.

I'm telling you not to worry.

I'm just fine.

I'm dressed as a girl, but I pee standing up.

We killed the guy in the ambulance, stole underwear...

He's fine. Get a retraction, or we don't call back!

25 for the call.

Very nice of you.

Don't stiff me.

More? Now or never.

We ate enough.

OK, here goes.

Two cartons of Lucky and 10 TV Lotto.

- What a bitch! - Fucking, hey...

Like we're a bad influence!

Straighten your wig.

How much?

Unbelievable!

Holy fuck!

I got three TV's!

- No way! - Yeah!

It can't be!

Unbelievable!

Look! One, two, three!

Three TV's!

He got 3 TV's.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, he does, he does.

Congratulations.

Champagne!

A picture! Everyone! In the picture!

A picture! Come on gentlemen!

Elvis, come on! He's shy!

Let's party!

Billy the Kid!

Yeah, come on!

Drinks on the house!

No. The coffee.

Yeah, the coffee.

Very generous.

- Picture. - Wait. Problem.

The camera's out in the car. I'll get it.

No camera, no picture!

Hold that pose.

He won't find the camera. I hid it.

You're great!

Get closer!

He got 3... 3 TV's, Grandma!

Vive la France!

I just forgot. Get in closer for the picture.

Closer! Closer!

Smile. It's 3 TV's!

Smile. Look sharp. And now...

You sure he had 3 TV's?

I never saw them.

We got it up the caboose.

I'm hungry.

Fuck!

Excuse me. My wife's in the car, and we broke down.

She's in labor. Could you loan me 50 francs for a taxi?

She's having twins. 50 would...

Three francs.

Want to buy a Breitling? 7,000? No?

Buy a watch? A Breitling?

I'm Yugoslav.

My child is sick. Help me, please.

Excuse me, my wife's in the car.

We broke down. She's in labor. 50 francs...

Bitch!

Please, Madam!

BITCH

A Breitling. 2,000 francs.

Thanks. Happy motoring.

Excuse me, my wife is...

She's a pain in the ass. Women! But I'll straighten her out.

It's straight ahead. Good night!

Please. I'm Yugoslav.

More or leshki.

Serbian or Croatian?

A watch? 1,000 F?

How 'bout 900?

Seven?

I'm Porchageesh...

From Lisboa.

I'm Porchageesh.

Letch shplit. Chis is trouble.

450? Bottom line.

300?

I'm not giving it away!

Yes!

- Thanks. - Bye. You're welcome.

I'm hungry.

Oh, fuck!

It's a sweet, sweet story...

a modern-day romance...

Modern!

This country smells like death. This country has bad breath.

Some people!

Yuppie!

You said I get a gift!

What now?

You said I get a gift. I want a Game-Boy.

No, we didn't get enough money.

I'll scream Uncle B

gets naked in the paper!

Scream!

And plus...

you kidnapped me off my mom!

No, don't scream!

- What's that? - The alarm.

May I help you?

The TV's. We want TV's.

This way, please.

You have a budget?

Sky's the limit.

In that case,

may I suggest the very top model made today:

The Grunson Spacesystem. Antifloat, double-cable ready...

PAL, SECAM, NTSC, JBM norm coaxial cable.

Featuring the Y 102 cathode,

accurate to 320,000 linear pixels.

It comes in ebony black, Damas yellow, and south sea blue.

Breathtaking...

not to mention the stereo sound.

No sound. Change the channel!

Sure. Press here. Look:

No comparison to other TV sets. Look at that clarity.

You'd think those three were in the room!

The price is

of course rather high. But just listen to the sound.

Bring back the death penalty!

Bring back the guillotine.

The Game-Boy!

There's a factory rebate!

No batteries!

That sucks!

Yeah, it sucks.

- What's that? - Cops!

- Easy. - It's the cops!

- Is it? - Do something!

Fucking cops!

Where do I go?

ELECTRIC CO.

It's nice up here.

That's profound. Hold it, let me jot it down.

Guys, we're sunk.

This is a dead end.

Suicide. That's the only answer.

The great ones all did it. No accident.

Montherlant...

- That Jap guy, Shishima... - Mishima.

- All the great ones. - Kurt Cobain.

Enough.

What were you saying?

That the clouds are beautiful?

Don't bust my balls.

Anyway, I know this is all my fault.

I didn't say that.

No, but you thought it.

Where you going?

I'm the cause, I have to pay.

What are you doing?

Stay back, or I'll... jump.

I'm staying back.

Come back here.

You're scaring us...

- Back! - I'm back!

Come on, think of your son.

Don't. We're your brothers.

Two halves don't make a whole!

- Come on. - Back! I'll do it!

Go ahead, jump! See if I give a fuck!

What?

I'll miss the funeral!

You think I want a...

What's wrong with my face?

I can't stand yo' face!

Black! Fuck you, and Montaigne, too!

Get lost with your Q-Tip face!

Q-Tip!

Stop. This isn't Selma.

Can it!

We'll go see you at the Oscars: "Suck it, baby!"

Fuck, guys. This shit is...

Your shit is shit-for-brains!

What?

Take that back, or I jump.

What is it?

Hey! I thought of it first!

- My idea! - But I'm serious!

Wanna bet I will?

You're full of shit. You can't cut your nails!

You'll see.

Dad?

Hang on. I jump, I'll be right back.

Let's make a bet.

Disgusting. I'm fed up.

If not for the kid, I would have.

I don't need you.

Philosopher!

Like I need a "communicator", with a faggot pony tail?

What was that?

- You don't like that! - Say it again!

- Farthead! - Faggot!

Come on, jump. Jump!

That's brotherhood!

Faggot!

The other Solo Cherry Thrill?

What? The pie? For him.

I mean, for the young lady.

Dad, what's a faggot?

Eat your pie.

A faggot is...

someone who fibs.

Who doesn't tell the truth, a liar.

It's a liar, you understand?

Eat up, we're going.

What is it? What's wrong, Juliette?

Swallowed a cherry pit?

Do something! Get a doctor!

I'm a doctor.

Let me. I'm a pediatrician.

What's wrong?

I just started eating!

- What's up, Dr.? - The pit?

Are you sure?

I'm not lying. I'm no faggot.

Delirium. The hospital!

I have no transportation.

Could someone..?

I'm the manager...

I have a car.

Would you be so kind?

Of course, let's go!

- Thank you. - Quick!

Don't worry.

She'll be fine! Relax!

Don't worry, little Juliette.

A leg of lamb, for strength. This, too.

You were great!

You're all great. Vive la France!

Where to now?

Michael, we have something to tell you.

We're taking you someplace with very nice people.

They all dress alike.

They're not real smart. They're cops.

You tell them your name.

Juliette?

No, that's over. Finished.

- Tell them... - 3 TV's!

No, I told you.

That's over.

I got 3 TV's!

Why can't he stop? Stop that!

You tell them...

- What is it? - What?

I hit it!

- It's a fake. - No, it's real.

We go on TV and we get gobs of cash!

Gobs of cash!

This country isn't trash. It's gonna give us gobs of cash!

We're getting gobs of cash!

What's wrong?

What is it, son?

My head hurts.

Shut up!

Don't you want cookies?

I'm not hungry.

- What if they're assholes? - I'll kill'em!

- We'll steal the car. - Let me do the talking.

My car's not bad.

All I said was, it's a piece of shit.

Swollen glands.

Fever is always scary.

Nothing serious?

What's his name?

- Philippe! - Gérard!

Gérard-Philippe.

No relation to the... musician.

Who's the dad?

Not us!

Not me.

We're camp counselors and...

We lost the kids.

We just found one.

But we'll find the others.

Dad?

What is it?

Tell me a story?

Save your stories for him.

Then the fox appeared.

"Hello", he said.

"Hello", said the Little Prince, "Who are you?"

"I'm a fox", said the fox.

"Play with me",

said the Prince, "I'm so sad".

"I can't", said the fox,

"I'm not broken in".

"Excuse me", said the Prince, "what does broken in mean?"

"It's often neglected", said the fox, "it means grow together".

"Grow together?"

"Sure", said the fox, "Now...

"you're a boy like 100,000 others.

"I don't need you, you don't need me.

"For you, I'm a fox like 100,000 others.

"If you break me in, we'll need each other.

"You'll be unique for me

"and I'll be unique for you".

Keep reading.

"The wheatfields remind me of nothing. Sad.

"But your hair is golden".

Keep going.

The Little Prince broke the fox in.

When it was time to...

When it was time to go...

"I'll cry", said the fox.

The Prince said, "It's your fault, you wanted me to...

"break you in".

"Sure", said the fox.

"But you'll cry", said the Prince.

"Of course", said the fox.

"What good is that?"

"It's good", said the fox,

"because of the wheat".

What horseshit.

You expecting?

Where's your husband?

The brave daddy decided to leave.

That sucks.

It happens.

No TV here?

I never watch.

I glance at the papers.

I like you better in real life.

You look younger, nicer.

What do you do now?

Me?

Nothing.

You decide what you do.

From Créteil, he likes techno music and Montaigne...

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Rachid Boulaouane!

Stand over here.

Right there. Face the camera.

- How are you? - Fine.

Will you sing us a song?

We have some techno music all ready.

No, I'm too shy.

You're what?

Too shy!

What do you do for a living?

I work in the factory.

You have some family here?

They're watching.

My brother and his wife are here.

Can we get a shot of them?

That them?

A handsome couple.

I got an idea.

You remember your first kiss.

Do you remember?

Sure you do. Tonight, in front of millions of viewers...

re-enact that moment. Let's have a kiss!

Come on! Kiss her!

Kiss her! Kiss her!

Rachid, tell them!

Come on, kiss her.

Kiss, for fuck's sake!

Quiet down.

A touching moment. They're gonna kiss.

There it is. Fabulous!

Great. Well, Rachid's in a hurry!

The wheel's spinning!

The ball is bouncing.

A million!

You've dreamed of this moment?

Can it.

The moment you bought the ticket...

Gobs of cash!

- The suspense... - A million!

The wheel spins...

and it stops...

A million...

Well, 100,000.

That's a good bit of change.

That sucks. Let me...

No, rules are rules.

You only spin once.

What will you do now?

- I'm going again. - No, please!

I got to spin 10 times for one million?

What do we do? The lawyer...

Rachid's very happy.

He won 100,000.

That's enough!

What about Michael?

The accused face the following charges:

Violation of custody of a minor...

kidnapping of said minor...

blackmail, assault, interfering with the duties

of a sworn officer of the state,

misrepresentation and fraud...

destroying private property...

theft, issuing of bad checks,

non-payment, libel,

and, assault and battery on their lawyer...

who, for this reason, is discharged of their defense.

I understand

the accused will defend themselves?

Yes, your Honor.

Like this, your Honor. No. Harder. Like that.

And when I spoke Latin, that was the worst. Backhand!

They cursed?

- Affirmative. - No way, asshole!

They did now!

You got on well with Latour?

Yes, your Honor, I even offered him some great career opportunities.

You let him go?

Your Honor, a company is like...

A balloon!

... a washing machine.

Sometimes you have to remove the dirty clothes.

The laundry.

Call us dirt!

We're dirt. And you put on the Stainout...

vanilla, chocolate...

and you think it's the M-I-R-A...

Miracle!

Well, it's not. You can rub, it's still gonna be heavy-doody...

Trouble!

The thing is...

The problem isn't the dirt, it's the ones who make it!

Very cool.

- Not bad? - Great.

They put jockeys on my head!

Look! Like this.

Think that's funny?

We have a tough job to do.

Imagine if everyone did that!

Your Honor, those bruises look pretty bad.

No, those are something else. A guy yesterday...

I'm an officer of the court!

A sworn officer!

What does that mean?

That you can steal and get off?

No, hey... want me to tell you what a "sworn officer" is?

It's a "mother..."

The judge is sworn!

A mother...

Another way of saying...

you have to live up to your oath, like you, your Honor.

And like you, counseloress.

Counselor.

Talent! Great actor!

Great, your Honor!

You see the film?

No. Anyway, he does Ingrid and Pamela...

Don't laugh!

What happened to family values?

France is wallowing in the mire, in disgrace!

We've been corrupted,

like my daughter's fiancé,

by his acquaintances.

Acquaintances?

Yes. A Thespian...

Hey! The word is "actor".

Mr. Rougemont, go on.

As I was saying, an actor and...

You see what I mean.

Say it!

I know what he means.

Say it!

A nigger. That's what he means. I know him!

A nigger!

You said it, not me.

I heard this my whole life, your Honor.

And worse! And better!

I'm sayin' it loud!

I'm black and I'm proud!

Oppressed people...

society's outcasts...

brothers in the struggle...

as Gustave, the black Montaigne, put it...

Brothers!

Maki diff. Naki same ole same ole!

Make the difference, not the indifference!

Who's this Gustave guy?

I don't know.

I don't know what to think.

Michael's changed.

I can imagine.

No! He eats better.

He sleeps better; he even laughs a lot.

Sometimes his language is a little... dicy, but he's happy.

Maybe I was at fault.

That's your affair.

Nothing to add?

Something to withdraw.

Withdraw?

Yes, my complaint, your Honor.

That will be all, Miss.

No! It's my fault.

I'm guilty.

It was me.

It's my fault, your Honor!

Don't go!

I'm the one who played the poor orphan.

I philosophized.

But I was selfish.

And took advantage!

What did you say?

Get to the point!

I just mean that the law isn't fair.

With no parents, no law can bring them back.

But when a kid has both a mom and a dad...

there are laws to take them away.

That's all.

Fuckin' eh!

- Great lawyer. - Watch your language!

So the law isn't fair.

I remind the court that this man

says he's the boy's father. What proof is there?

He's my dad!

He is!

Because of my behind!

Court recessed!

Dear Dad...

dear Uncles, I'm happy because soon I'll see you.

Little Juliette keeps growing, and she's totally nice.

Mom's not here. She has work...

but Marie takes care of me.

See you soon. A hundred million kissy-wissies.

Didier, Bernard, Pascal Latour...

Saint-André Orphanage, 67360 Polshein, Alsace.

P.S.: I'm being good

and I hope you are, too. No more funny stuff.

Hey, Magi, get a move on!

Better off in prison!

- Why "the Magi"? - Just go, Balthazar.

P.S.H. is "Public Service Hours", not "Party, Shirk and Holiday"!

He irks me!

Guys, two more months. Cool out.

Better find Juliette a father.

- Who, you? - For her well-being.

Right, you'd put LSD in her Gerber's!

I'm the man. I got a son, I got the experience.

Hey! I've got no kids, and a future!

Marie needs a guy like me!

I thought you were Pfeiffer, Basinger, and Demi.

The kid'll have 3 dads.

Three dads.

Lots of kids don't have any.

Like here!

Marie in shifts?

No. You take the kid, I got the mother.

Be serious. I talk upbringing, you joke!

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My mother says that you will mar-ry Ma-rie-ie.

You forgot the tiger.

If he hollers...

If he hollers let him go and mar-ry Ma-rie.

It was me!

Get to work, Magi!

- He grew up in the 60's! - I've had it.

Oh, no! Not again!