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IS CINEMA DYING OUT?

Look! The results are in!

-Do you have the list? -Not yet, they're putting it up.

DISTINCTION

You got it! You got it!

I knew it, but I'm still delighted!

David, you got one too!

I knew I had.

Yes, Mr Péron. Table for six at 8:15 p.m.

-That's fine. Goodbye. -Mum!

-I passed with distinction. -I know, darling. We're very proud.

-How did you know? -Your sister.

Oh, her.

She'll know when Judgement Day is before God does.

-Is Dad not here? -Yes, he's in the next room.

With the mayor, and others.

Again?

Darling, he's preparing for the election.

You know that.

Lili!

Victory!

Now, I want everything ready by ten o'clock tomorrow.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Watch out, you.

Bazin's going to endorse me.

It's official now.

Which means in six months, you'll be the mayor of Amboise.

Isn't that right?

Nothing's a given, but it's a possibility.

Congratulations.

Argh! That girl and her tom-toms.

And yet there's no Black blood in the family.

Jazz is very trendy at the moment.

It's no career for our daughter.

She's never talked about being a musician.

No, but that's how she is.

Like with her baccalaureate.

She had to pass it with distinction.

She always overdoes it.

Don't tell me you're not proud of her.

Of course I'm proud of her.

But I'm worried she'll get ahead of herself.

We didn't have a son.

I'd like Anne to take over here when we decide to take a step back.

Anne!

Anne!

Anne!

Anne.

Anne!

Listen to me.

What do you want?

-Are you really going to do it? -The bet?

-Have I ever backed out? -From nonsense? Never.

-I'll do it tomorrow. -Tomorrow?

Why wait?

Take me with you.

Finally realised you're crazy about me?

The annoying thing about you, Marco, is you don't miss a trick.

-When? -Right now.

Here?

Here.

My brake cable's broken.

Alright, then.

-Can you fix it? -Yes.

I need it before five. I'm winning my bet tonight.

You're actually going to do it?

You've got some nerve!

-Ah, yes. -The candles.

Well done.

Great. Right…

Did you know him?

Not as well as I'd have liked.

-You weren't his type? -No, not really.

-What about you? -Me?

What's your type?

Well?

Ah, Madam Gisèle, please can we have two Cokes and an Evian?

-Good luck. -Thanks.

-What do you want? -Hey!

-Pass me the bag once I'm over. -Okay.

Marie-Jo?

Yes?

How did you get in?

Through the gate.

Wait, wait, wait.

It's 6:20 p.m.

In ten minutes, the guard will lock the gates.

-What if they catch us? -Then they catch us.

You can leave if you want.

No, I'll stay, but I need a wee.

-Emotions always make me need a wee. -Go ahead.

-That way? -Yeah.

-Wait for me. -I will. Go on!

Hey! Wait for me!

Come on.

Wait for me!

Come on.

Anne? Anne?

Are you coming?

What are you doing? The door.

-The door! -What?

Go through the door.

Damn!

Shut the door.

Where are we?

It must be through there.

-He surely slept in this bed. -This isn't the royal bedroom.

You made a bet that if you got a distinction

you'd sleep in Henri IV's bed, and I'm sure

that he slept in this bed.

I made a bet that if I passed my baccalaureate

I'd sleep in Gabrielle d'Estrées and Henri IV's bed.

And that's in the royal bedroom. Come on.

I don't believe it!

I'm going to ask my dad for this for Christmas.

Here.

Greedy pig.

Did he really ask his mistresses to stop bathing a month before visits?

That's what I've read.

Oh, my queen!

-What an intoxicating scent! -Sire, you're in luck.

The hot water tank's been broken for two weeks.

-Gabrielle, my sweet! -Riton, have you lost your mind?

I'm losing my mind, my body and soul.

Sire, if you don't stop, I shall scream!

Oh, my sweetness, let me see your bosom!

Do you regret it?

No, nothing at all

No, I don't regret a thing

Anne! Be serious.

No, I'm just a little surprised.

By me?

No, by myself.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Didn't you enjoy it?

-Didn't I make it obvious? -Yeah.

Well then?

Then you could say so.

You sound like the guys in the movies.

Well, if I wasn't scared to death of getting pregnant…

Could you sleep with a boy you weren't in love with?

Yeah.

I possibly could, but not for my first time.

What if you don't find your Prince Charming?

I'll wait and see.

We could wait and see together?

It was Diane de Poitiers who had the château's bridge built,

linking it to the other bank of the Cher river.

She paid for it using money from a tax on church towers.

We're now entering the royal bedroom.

Legend has it that in this very bed, Henri IV…

once honoured…

And…

Shit.

GABRIELLE D'ESTRÉES HAS A RIVAL

EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD ANNE LAMBERT SPENDS THE NIGHT IN HENRY IV'S BED

Are you insane?

Look at what your daughter's done!

Go and get your sister.

I don't believe it!

Shit!

Anne, get up! Dad wants you in the kitchen now!

-What? Is there a fire? -Worse! It's the papers!

-Papers? -You're on the front page!

Oh, crap!

You're in big trouble!

Who paid you?

Eh?

Who paid you to sabotage my political career?

Answer me!

You're in the wrong job, you should've been a cop.

Provoking your father won't get you anywhere.

What were you thinking?

Nothing. Two months ago, I made a bet at school

that I'd sleep in Henri IV's bed if I passed with distinction.

-What's the connection? -Nothing. It was just a dare.

And I couldn't back out of it.

Did you have to invite photographers…

to bed?

I'm sorry, Dad. That wasn't the plan.

I was meant to leave at dawn.

But my alarm didn't go off.

Did anyone ask you?

So, my career's doomed because an alarm didn't go off?

What about Marie-Jo?

It's not her fault. I organised it all.

In any case, you've hit the jackpot this time.

It's reform school for you.

That'll look good in the papers.

"Future mayor of Amboise sends daughter to prison."

Right.

Go to your room and stay there.

Your father and I will discuss how to deal with this.

It was just a joke, I swear.

I didn't think anyone but my friends would find out.

I promise, Mum.

Send her to her room.

I want her…

out of my sight.

Go on, darling. Off you go.

You shouldn't make such a fuss, Mr Lambert.

The girl's done you a favour.

She hasn't stolen anything. She hasn't killed anyone.

And thanks to her, your name's in the papers!

Read the article to me again, Geneviève.

-Anne? -Yes.

Want to come and get groceries with me?

I can't. I'm in jail, awaiting the verdict.

What verdict?

We're on the front page this morning, darling. We're famous!

They ran the château story. Dad almost strangled me.

-Did they mention me? -Yes, unfortunately.

Oh, crap! Which newspaper?

-The Nouvelle Republique. -Luckily, my dad doesn't read that one.

Look, I'd better warn my parents before the neighbours tell them.

-Sure. -Bye!

-Bye. -Oh, crap!

Crap, crap…

Crap, crap, crap, crap…

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap…

Full tank, please.

I must be dreaming.

I must be dreaming…

A full tank, please.

Do you not know how it works?

That's good luck!

I've shared beds with ministers, barons, dukes

and even a prince.

But never Henri IV's bed. You've outdone me there.

Champagne…

Champagne!

-Ever done two mouths, one glass? -No.

Here.

Here, have some more.

More!

Forget him, honey.

You've had your time. Know your mind.

Marco isn't the loyal kind.

Are you letting yourself go a bit?

I get bloated when I'm anxious.

Stop drinking! You're crazy!

I'm off.

Shall we go?

-Hip-hip-hip… -Hooray!

Come on. One, two, three…

Alone in a street with three girls, I don't feel so safe…

Draculette, can you smell the scent of fresh blood?

Yes, Borgiette, the blood of a stripling.

-What if we bite him? -What if we devour him?

Vampires!

Vampires!

-Hi, Mum. -Hi, darling.

-Hi, Mum. -Hello, sweetie.

-Hello. -Hello, girls.

-We're going to my room. -No noise!

No, no.

Shh! Be quiet!

Shut up!

Has next door been occupied long?

Since yesterday.

Who are they?

No idea.

What, are you crazy?

Hey, this isn't Chenonceau.

Watch out! Be careful!

Enjoying the show?

I love this music.

So you jumped onto the balcony. That makes sense.

Are you into jazz?

Very much so.

Do you know Francis Bell? He's my uncle.

Francis Bell?

Oh, yeah. Great!

Christian, dinner's ready.

Hello.

Please excuse me. I hope we'll meet again.

Come on, honey. I hate food getting cold.

Good evening.

We're often at the Three Kings on Rue de l'Ormeau.

Your neighbour is Marco's famous goddess.

But don't worry, his spot's already taken.

That's too bad.

Have you heard of Francis Bell?

No. Who's that?

A jazz musician, apparently.

You're not going to lose, are you?

-Congratulations! -Bravo!

The Loire champion loses?

On purpose.

Rule number one: Always make nice with the husband or lover.

There he is.

I saw your Vespa outside.

Anne, Marco, Marie-Jo…

Friends,

this is Lisa, my mother.

Good evening. Have you booked?

-Yes. Mrs Bourget. -Oh, yes. Perfect.

Please follow me.

Are you at the till every day?

Just once a week.

I'm being punished.

What for?

I'll tell you later.

Eight plus seven isn't 16, it's 15.

Well, in our home it's 15.

And where's home for you?

I don't know.

Here, for now.

I'd better join my mum.

I know she's a practising Catholic,

she asked about service hours on Sunday.

Well, I never would've guessed that boy was her son.

Indeed! She doesn't look her age.

-I hear she's a widow. -Is she?

-What are you interfering for? -Nothing.

It just seemed strange that a practising Catholic widow

wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

I didn't look at her hands.

Too busy looking elsewhere.

Jealous, Mum?

-I know where she lives. -So do I.

Want to take my photo?

What shall we do?

We could go to the cinema. There's a showing at 4 p.m.

-It's Moulin Rouge and I've seen it. -Same.

Well, I haven't.

Go ahead, no one's stopping you.

-What shall we do then? -We could go to the pool.

-I don't have my costume. -Me neither.

-It's not warm enough. -We could go fishing.

-No, it's too late. -Why?

Because it's far away and better in the morning.

What should we do then?

Listen to music at the Three Kings?

We always end up there.

You suggest something then.

Look at this little beauty!

Oh, wow! Can we get in?

From now on, I go by "Mr Marco".

-I drive an American car. -Let's get in.

-Shotgun! -Come on.

Are you coming or what?

No, it's going to rain.

-You sissy! -Come on!

They said so on the radio.

-Sissy! -Come on, Brigitte.

Come on!

Bye, then!

Goodbye! Goodbye!

Madam Gisèle! Madam Gisèle!

How about this little beauty?

Irresistible! If I wasn't so old, I'd be in your arms.

It's never too late!

Hey, we're trying out Marco's new car. Are you coming?

Come on.

-Goodbye, Madam Gisèle. -Goodbye!

-Bye, Madam Gisèle! -Goodbye!

It's getting heavy!

Stop it, girls.

One, two, three…

Christian, look, that's my house.

Sit down, we'll capsize!

Look.

Where did you learn to row?

-Go on, show me how. -Give me that.

You're no better.

Hey, look at them.

Watch it!

You're so stupid sometimes!

Look out!

Go left.

Left!

I'm no professional photographer, Dad, but I'm pretty happy with these.

You should be.

Your photos are great.

-Am I disturbing you, Dad? -No, no.

These are my friends.

-Christian. -Hello.

-My father, André Auerbach. -Hello.

You haven't met my brother Sammy.

-Christian, Anne. -Hi.

-And Marie-Jo. -Hello.

-Did you come by boat? -Yes.

Are you the American?

Are you the Botticelli?

That's what my brother calls you in his letters.

Are you moving back here?

No, just having a short holiday to see my dad,

then back to California.

I'm finishing my studies in Los Angeles.

My latest baby.

The first topless building ever built.

Are you interested in architecture?

Before deciding to be a surgeon, I wanted to be an architect.

They're not quite the same thing.

They're not all that different.

After all, it took a genius architect to design the human body.

You could be right.

O, you! Great bestower of the riches and joys of this world!

Would you deign to lend an indulgent ear

to the materialistic desires of an obscure earthworm?

The infamous earthworm is authorised to submit his request.

With a view to having an all-out shimmy,

also known as a dance or "bebop",

we'd like to borrow your sound system

and a few records.

And the ceremony, also entitled "surprise party",

shall be celebrated on Saturday night.

Mh-hm?

Permission granted.

Anne, you can choose the records.

But don't let just anybody touch the machine.

I promise, Dad.

How does it work?

I don't know, I've never figured it out.

We could try together.

Try this here.

Has David told you about his dad?

I know he's an architect

and that he had to leave France in '40 because of the Germans.

He's divorced.

Did he mention his illness?

No.

He has a bone disease. There's no cure.

He only has months or weeks left to live.

He came back to France to die at home.

A gangster walks in with a machine gun.

He gives a kick.

Hey!

Money!

The guy leaps up and goes: "Where? Where? Where?"

Why not have your surprise party here?

But these people are wild, Dad.

You won't sleep a wink.

I don't sleep well anyway.

OK, Dad. You got a deal.

What's your problem?

You can't ride like that.

Like what?

Haven't you seen your tyre?

-What about it? -It's about to burst.

-My tyre? -Yes, trust me, I'm a mechanic.

-Where are you going? -To Tours.

I'll take you.

-It smells like pike. -Does it?

-You think so? -Yes, it's a pike hotspot.

-Do you like fishing? -Yes. But I've never tried.

-Then let's go. -Alright.

It's so pretty.

-Nice, isn't it? -Oh, yes!

Right, Marco, where's this pike then?

-What's that? -Something to sit on.

It's open! Maybe there are fishing rods.

Nice place you've got.

Sorry.

The Coke!

What about it?

Go and fetch it!

What for?

For douching. I don't want to end up pregnant.

-Well… -Well what?

What are you waiting for? Go on!

I drank the Coke.

That was smart of you!

Can I help you?

The bloody cheek!

-Is it you who has 13 siblings? -Yes.

-And your father's a dockyard worker? -Yes.

And he chucked you out

because you drove your poor teachers crazy.

See? I know everything.

I work for my cousin at Garage Martin.

Yes, I saw you there when I arrived.

Hey, little lady, can we get moving?

Marco!

Come on!

Well, then?

Do you always run when someone whistles?

For their last international match,

France, in the white shorts, are up against Belgium.

An interception from Piantoni puts France on the counter-attack.

Ujlaki has the ball.

He passes to his right-winger, Kopa,

who dribbles past his opponents

and shoots on goal.

But the huge Belgian goalie, Seghers, effortlessly blocks it and clears it.

A penalty kick, a possible equaliser.

Jonquet shoots… and misses!

France has well and truly lost.

WORLD NEWS

In Indochina, soldiers defending Na San,

after torching the bush with flamethrowers

to clear the battlefield,

put up a fierce resistance to their attackers.

With the Viet Minh having loosened its grip,

the French army was able to begin expanding

its defensive perimeter around the camp.

General de Linares was keen to present the soldiers in person

with medals worthy of their heroic conduct.

It is thanks to the Na San garrison's resistance

that the Franco-Vietnamese troops were able to resume their offensive

in the Co Noi region.

Operation Bretagne continued with a methodical search

of locations where the Viet Minh had set up bases.

Mobile units, supported by the navy,

hunted down Viet units

that had infiltrated the labyrinth of rivers and canals

that make up the southern section

of the delta.

The results of Operation Bretagne

appear to be the best results achieved

since the Na San counter-attack.

Not that… Not like that…

Not that!

No, not that!

It's over, sweetie.

-Are you glad we left Bordeaux? -Yes.

Do you like it here?

Yes.

Everything will be fine now, you'll see.

-What's the matter? -Nothing.

-Go on, tell me. -Please leave me alone.

-Anne, tell me. -I'm fine!

We've all tried.

That's how it is. She isn't into guys.

But she is a hot-blooded woman.

Believe me, if she tried it, she'd want more.

I think she prefers fooling around with Marie-Jo.

Do as I do. Don't mix the physical stuff and feelings.

See that pretty brunette?

I'm having her later.

But I have eyes for another woman.

I didn't want our first kiss

to be in front of everyone,

like everyone else.

He doesn't get it.

Don't worry, it'll all work out.

We don't need them anyway.

Hmm.

Are you cold?

No.

114, 115, 116, 117…

118, 119, 120, two minutes!

New record!

Let me have a drink.

Your friend's a bit boorish.

You disgust me!

I hate you.

I hate you.

How's the party going?

Yeah, it's fine.

But you aren't.

Well, it's the same as usual.

I just need to keep my sense of humour.

No offence, but your "humour" tonight…

I know, I'm just having a quiet spell.

So you came to see your old man.

No, I just wanted to see if you needed anything.

No, I'm fine.

There are matches behind you. You can light the fire.

You love her, she thinks you're too fat.

Is that it?

It's worse.

She doesn't even see me.

When she says hello, I feel like turning away.

I can't believe it's me she's talking to.

I'm trying so hard.

Maybe I'm too full on.

Marie-Jo?

Yes. Marie-Jo.

I think about her all the time.

I want to stop, but how?

I don't see how.

I have an idea, but I'm not sure it's the right one.

Besides, with love, I don't know…

There are no answers.

That's encouraging.

Shall I find you someone new?

Ah, you see?

That's good!

I haven't seen you cry since your mother died.

I love you, you know.

I certainly hope so.

Go on and join the others.

-Shall I turn the music down? -There's no need.

Good night, Dad.

Bye.

Oh, Mrs Bourget, aren't they pretty!

Flower arranging is an art. One that's dying out.

Hello.

Madam Ferreux, our landlady.

Christian, my son.

He's normally up before 4 p.m., but they had a party last night.

A surprise party.

A surprise party.

Madam Ferreux is asking if we've made a decision.

There's no hurry, Mrs Bourget. No hurry at all.

I'd like to stay.

I'm not exactly gifted.

What time is your curfew?

Normally, about now.

I'll be in trouble.

"Sweetie, I've had to leave to sort out something urgent in Bordeaux."

"See you tomorrow. I love you. Lisa."

Has he changed much?

Like I said, I haven't seen him since his escape.

We last made contact by telephone.

I should never have agreed to see him again.

Listen,

I don't know why your husband is asking to see you,

but one way or another, you need to sort out your problem.

You're neither married nor divorced.

It's not a very healthy situation.

You're still young.

WARNING ROAD DIVERSION IN 3 KM

-She's waiting. -Thank you.

Hello, Lisa.

Hello.

You haven't changed.

Nor have you.

-I've aged. -No.

You have the face of a man who's calmed down.

Well, I haven't calmed down much these last few years.

I actually feel rather restless.

Why did you want to see me?

Because I want…

I want you and Christian to come back and live with me.

No.

I need you.

You're realising that after eight years?

You didn't hear from me after my escape

because I didn't think I'd be allowed back into France.

So I wanted to give you the chance

to forget me

and to start a new life.

Christian will never agree to it.

You can persuade him.

No, Georges.

He's suffered enough, carrying your name.

You don't realise, but we've had to move countless times.

And it happens again each time.

Where we're living now…

no one's heard of Georges Levesque.

Did you hear about the American billionaire

who'd invite people he didn't like over for dinner,

and instead of toilet roll,

he'd give them $100 bills.

I have a pimple!

Did your dad tell you that one?

I just made it up.

What does your dad do?

He's dead.

That's not a job.

David…

That's not what I meant.

What about before he died?

War.

Was he in the Resistance?

He was an active officer.

He was sent to Germany as a prisoner of war.

How old were you?

Five.

I was nine when he died.

Did he die in prison?

No. He escaped.

He became a leader of the Resistance.

Under the occupation, he was captured and tortured.

He died without talking.

He was a great guy.

He's doing better.

Well…

at least I think he is.

But he's still fragile.

I can't risk losing him.

Risk losing him how?

He wanted to join the Indochina War at 18.

But he just turned 18.

Precisely.

He hasn't mentioned it since.

So leave us be, Georges.

In five years, it'll all be forgotten.

We can come back and live in France.

Come and live with me.

-That's not possible. -But why?

Christian hates you.

Yes, I know.

I did what I did. Politically, it was the wrong choice,

but I'm not a monster.

And Christian needs to understand that.

My uncle wrote to me. He's coming back to France.

Oh yeah?

If he stays in Paris, I could live with him.

-What would you do in Paris? -Study!

Do you see me spending my life behind a restaurant till?

I like till girls when they're sexy.

You swine!

Stop it, Christian.

Stop it! Not here.

Not to pester you, but I really want to.

Me too.

-But I've never done it before. -Really?

Have you?

Once…

I came close.

I think I know a place.

That's great news! Lead the way.

I was starting to worry, sweetie.

Where were you?

I got home two hours ago.

Aren't you wondering where I've been?

Where were you?

In a barn.

What were you doing in a barn?

Who were you with?

Anne.

Why the dramatic, hasty departure?

I found a buyer for the Pilat house.

I had to sign the deed of sale immediately.

Who's been here?

Armando.

He drove me to Bordeaux.

Can't you drive anymore?

Don't get all jealous now.

Especially not after tonight.

You've got some nerve.

Where's your brother? He's never out.

He left for America yesterday.

Marco!

Marco!

Marco!

You're not ready?

No, go without me. I might join you later.

-Marco. -Flake!

Keys for the Delage.

Take them to my mum. She might need the car.

Oh, and if she's out, the door key's under the begonia pot.

All we need are our swimsuits and we're good to go!

We're going to do some serious fishing, guys!

The stars are all piling in:

Kirk Douglas, Brigitte Bardot, Marlon Brando

Sylvana Mangano, Gérard Philipe, Raimu, Lauren Bacall, Marilyn Monroe,

René Cler, Alfred Hitchcock…

The jury however…

Oh, shit…

Sorry, I thought you were out. I have the keys for the Delage.

Thank you.

Can't you wait like everyone else?

A cheeky aperitif never hurt anyone.

How's the small fry coming along?

I've got a nibble!

Hey, losers, still no luck?

We'll see!

So, any nibbles? Got one?

Got it.

-Come on, let's go. -Is it big?

It's huge.

Hang on, I've got a big one.

Watch out. Gently does it, gently.

Oh, shit.

I can't watch this.

I can't watch.

-Ever seen a dead body before? -No.

-Brigadier? -What is it, Malherbe?

I recognise her. She worked at Félix Potin.

Her boss fired her because she was pregnant.

Okay, we'll start there.

I want the ME's report tonight.

Inform the family yourself.

And not by phone. Go in person.

-What's wrong with Marie-Jo? -I don't know.

Come on, little one. Let's get you home.

I'll go with her.

When I close my eyes, I see myself in her shoes.

You know she killed herself because she was pregnant?

It could've been an accident.

Anyway, it's nothing to do with you.

It is.

I'm pregnant.

Is it Sammy's?

Are you sure?

My period's eight days late.

A week late? It happens.

But it's never happened to me.

What will I do, Anne? If I tell Mum, it'll kill her.

I'm scared.

I'll stick by you. For now, pick yourself back up.

Pregnant or not, it's not the end of the world.

Yes, it is.

Don't worry, we'll figure something out.

Anne, I love you so much. You're my only real friend.

I know a midwife in Tours.

But you must swear to secrecy.

Yes, yes, I'm coming!

Nobody wants to end up in jail, right?

You can trust us.

I'll give you her address.

Go and see her and no phone calls, alright?

Thanks so much.

Saying "thank you" is the easy part.

Do you know how much an abortion costs, in safe conditions?

100,000 francs, minimum.

And I can't help you with that.

Unless I steal from the restaurant till, I don't know where I'd find 100,000.

Hey, let's do a whip-round.

The whole village will find out.

We could write to Sammy.

After all, it is his fault, the bastard.

I thought it took two.

But I could well be mistaken.

You're not mistaken.

I could try and sell a sapphire my mum left me.

I'll just need a few days.

That's kind of you, David.

How is she taking it?

Not very well.

Did she talk about Sammy?

I can assure you she's not his biggest fan.

I've had my turn.

I'm coming. He's a tyrant at chess.

Shit, it's in English.

GEORGES LEVESQUE FACES THE JUDGES

VIOLENCE AT HEARING

What are you doing here?

You won't answer the door.

Yes, I apologise.

I should've spoken to you.

-I can't explain the other day. -Really?

I mean, in my head.

-It didn't happen in your head. -Oh, enough!

You're young enough to be my son. Well, almost.

My age didn't bother you the other day.

No, Marco, don't start again. Please.

You know perfectly well why.

Let go of me. Let go!

Let go of me!

If you don't understand when I'm polite,

then let me be blunt.

Once was enough.

Madam Gisèle.

I have the money.

-They're in the back. -Thanks.

A Ricard.

Make it a triple.

Hey, Marco.

Where did you find that?

Where do you think?

Give it to me.

Know where I found this?

Do you know where I found this?

Do you know where I found this?

In your mother's bed.

Is that how your dad interrogated suspects?

Or did he stick a power plug up their arse?

Have you gone mad, Marco?

Levesque. Ring any bells?

Pétain's minister.

Who is he?

My father.

But you told us…

Give me that.

Stop it!

-Marco! -That's enough, you two! Are you crazy?

Christian!

Christian!

Christian! Christian!

Christian!

Christian?

I had a fight with Marco.

Why?

Because of this.

I'll explain.

It's quite clear.

You don't seriously think I was the one who showed him this?

What difference does it make?

Please, don't do this.

Why do you want to hurt me?

Leave me alone.

This is so silly, Christian.

I'm sorry.

You know Marco means nothing to me.

You don't get it. I don't care about him.

I just want to leave.

Don't say that.

I have to go to war.

That's not true.

For the right side, this time.

It'll redeem the family.

But you're not to blame.

You're not to blame for your father's actions.

Get out, Mum. Please.

You won't leave in the night, will you?

No.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi.

Dad?

Good night.

Good night.

Marie-Jo, you have school again tomorrow.

You'll be dead tired. Lie down and get some sleep, dear.

Yes, Mum.

-But, Dad, you see what I'm saying… -No, I don't.

If a woman lives with a man without loving him…

well, she loves him…

without knowing whether…

-Can you repeat what you just said? -No.

Then tell me if I'm mistaken.

You want to know if there's more to love than initial attraction.

And I shall tell you.

It's true.

Did you fall out of bed today?

No, I didn't sleep a wink.

Are you sick?

No, I think I've messed up.

It wouldn't be the first time.

What do you do when you've messed up?

You fix it.

You're not daft.

So I keep saying, but no one believes me.

What do you want?

To see Christian.

-He's gone. -Gone?

Where?

He's decided to enlist.

But he's completely mad! We need to stop him!

I tried everything, Anne.

It's too late.

No, it's not too late.

I'll get him back, Mrs Levesque.

Even if I have to drag him by the ears.

If you want to enlist, how do you do it?

Why? You want to enlist in the army?

Run your head under the tap. That'll wake up your brain,

if you have one, which is yet unproven.

Huh?

Where do you go to enlist?

-The gendarmerie. -Here?

No, in Tours.

Shit. The ten o'clock train's already left.

Because of you, Christian's gone to Indochina.

It's hopeless.

-It's hopeless. -Not necessarily.

I'll now quote Bergson:

"Assuming that the stage is both a magnified and a simplified view of life,

we shall find that comedy is capable of furnishing us

with more information than real life…"

Marie-Jo.

Anne told me.

Oh, right.

I've brought the money.

Thank you, David.

It's dangerous when you're this young.

What do you think I've been thinking about?

David, I'm scared.

There's another solution.

Swallow some hemlock?

I thought about it, but my doctor wouldn't prescribe it.

Marie-Jo,

I'll say the baby's mine and marry you.

I'm not in the mood for joking.

I'm not joking.

I'll claim paternity, marry you and divorce whenever you like.

Why would you do that?

David, you know I don't love you.

That's my problem.

Isn't it mine too if we get married?

I'd ask nothing of you.

If you liked living with me, we'd stay married.

If not, you'd be free to leave.

My life's not important.

That's stupid.

Is that a yes?

Of course it's a yes.

Do you think I want to die at my age?

Sorry, David, I didn't mean it like that.

Thank you.

Go on, or you'll get in trouble.

Get out. Get out!

-What if it smashes it? -I'll buy another.

-What if it derails? -Impossible, it has 500 metres to stop.

Last night, I was shameless,

but what could I do?

-He won't stop in time! -He will!

No! He's going to hit it!

Get out, Marco! Don't be stupid!

It's never done this before!

Hey! What the hell?

Have you completely lost your mind?

It's very temperamental.

Christian Levesque, don't be a fool.

I love you.

Subtitle translation by: Lucy Harford