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WOULD I LIE TO YOU?

THE BEGINNINGS

History and geography: A.
"Serious student."

Economics: A.
"Excellent, keep it up."

Darling, look at this.

You make your parents so happy.

It's not easy, but I hang on in there.

Philosophy: B.

"Well done, Serge! Promising results."

Is "philosophy" spelled with an "F"?

Of course it is. It's Greek.

I know there's an "F",
but I thought it was at the start.

What do you know about Greek?

I'm so proud of you.

Well done, my boy.

Mum.

Mum.

What time is it?

Oh, dear! Mrs Legrand is coming
for her daughter's dress at nine.

Thanks, sweetie.

Don't put your milk bowl
in the meat sink.

It's a sin.

Busting my balls!

He's doing his baccalauréat.

All you care about is him.
No one cared when I did my exams!

You see this cheque?

Take a good look.

It's the last.

Thanks, Dad.

Do you hear me?

If you don't learn that your shop's float
isn't your pocket money,

then come and work with me.

And there, believe me,
you'll know what real work is.

Dad, I swear this is the last time.

I'm working like a maniac.

That must be why you're still
in pyjamas at almost noon.

- It's Friday.
- Don't you get customers on Friday?

My partner's there.

Partner? You have to watch a partner
like a pot on the boil.

Let your guard down and... you're dead!

It won't happen again, Dad, I swear.

- He's working his way up.
- Working his way up?

He's no self-made man!

People get up early to work.
"Working his way up"!

Can't he spread it himself?

Aristotle differentiates
several forms of constitution.

The good ones, which provide
peace, prosperity and stability.

And the bad...

Marinelli isn't wearing any panties

...and civil war.

Which begs the question...

Benamou.

What's the subject?

Constitution.

What?

Prostitution, sir.

Funny.
Three hours of detention.

Next time, you're out.

So, as I was saying: monarchy,

aristocracy, democracy...

Put your fingers
in your mouth like that.

Benamou!

- Principal!
- It wasn't me!

Move it!

You're my cousin's friend?

You got a brain problem
or something?

Now hang on, Patrick!

How's his schoolwork?

I really worry about him.

So you want to work in the Sentier?

Yes, I dream of being a salesman.

But his mum mustn't find out.
She'd kill him.

- I told him you knew lots of people.
- Of course. I know everyone.

Come with us tonight to the Apocalypse.
I'll introduce you to some people.

Thanks.

Patrick.

Can you come for a minute?

What is it now?

A customer won't pay
for having her film too long.

- Just tell her it's the rules.
- She won't listen.

I have to do everything here.
Let me show you how it's done.

Sorry, I was a bit late
bringing my films back.

Are you kidding? Ten days!

What is this, the post office?

What?

Relax a bit.
That's what videos are for.

You watch the beginning,
take a break...

and watch the end a bit later.

That's not the point.

Yvan, go and sort out the fresh stock.

Yvan, please.

Yeah, okay.

He's just following instructions.

Want something else?

Do you have Fame? I can't find it.

Fame?

Of course we have Fame.

- Yvan, can you find Fame?
- It's not out on video.

I'll see to it.
I work a lot with the States.

So what, it's not out.

So? I'll just call Warner.

Call who you like,
it won't make any difference.

It doesn't matter. Some other time.

Some other time.

You really put her in her place, eh?

Should I call the police?
She's a customer.

Yeah, right.

I'm off. Serge!

I told Illana I'd be home early.

- Just this once.
- Are you taking the piss?

You're always late, you watch films
all day, I'm the only one who works!

You see, Yvan?
Your problem is that you think small.

In life there are eagles
and there are beavers.

The beaver spends all day
gnawing tree trunks.

He's a toiler.

The eagle soars.

You think he's asleep,
but when he dives onto his prey...

it's like lightning!

Think about it.

And you're an eagle?
Is that what you mean?

It's nature, you can't change it.

Hey, Tony.

He wants to work after school.
Can you find him something?

When can you come?

Wednesday afternoon and Saturday.

Come at 2 o'clock on Wednesday.
Max de Paris, do you know it?

Max de Paris? Of course.

- Don't be late.
- Okay.

Don't mess up, eh?
I'm vouching for you.

I have a reputation.

Serge.

What's wrong with your eyes?
Don't ogle like that.

- Oh, yeah, you're still a virgin.
- Rubbish!

- Are you or aren't you?
- No, I mean...

A bit.

A bit? What do you mean, a bit?

Yeah.

Who's he think he is?

This is the VIP table here.
All top models.

We can't let some old sod
spoil the view, eh?

- Am I right or not?
- Of course.

Rafi!

Rafi Marciano, it's great to see you.

Still in the army?

- I got discharged.
- No way!

I did a One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
I stopped eating...

at night I cried for my mummy,

I threatened to jump
out of the window...

To tell the truth,

I drove them completely mad.

- When are you going?
- Me? Never.

- Flat feet.
- That still works?

- It worked for your cousin, right?
- That was Tunisia.

And my cousin's eyes too
were a bit...

Excuse me.

- What a wanker!
- Yes.

Hey, what do you take me for?

He's my cousin, a student, poor thing.

He has no time for fun.

Look at him.

- All alone.
- You've got a nerve!

Be nice, you'll be doing a good deed.

I love you.

Good evening.

I'm Sophie.

Sorry, you can't sit here.

Really? Why's that?

It's the VIP table.

The what?

Only top models can sit here.

I'm sorry.

Unbelievable!

Really funny! Dickheads!

Sophie, wait!

How did you fuck up this time?

Why didn't you warn me?

- Are you trying to close us down?
- No.

You won't be disappointed, Max.
He's really good.

Yeah, right.

You schwartze fiss are always
so sure of yourselves.

Ever done any selling?

At the flea market in the holidays.

Well, there are no holidays here.

Do what he tells you and nothing else.

- Got it?
- Yes, Mr Max.

What are you waiting for?

- Shoot!
- Yes.

Hello. Of course it's Max!

He's none too friendly.

You'll get used to it.
And don't go by appearances.

Max owns half the neighbourhood.

No kidding?

The Ashkenazi
ruled this neighbourhood.

They didn't like our arrival.
To them we were just schwartze.

- What?
- Schwartze fiss.

Returned colonials. It's Yiddish.

Max is a veteran of this neighbourhood.
What he says goes.

He can open doors for you.

But if you screw up,
you can forget about the Sentier.

Okay.

Rule number one.

No one who walks in the door
leaves empty-handed. Got it?

No one leaves empty-handed.

Rule number two.

A customer wanting to buy one article
leaves with at least two.

Rule number three.

Don't be afraid to get stuff out,
unpack it, throw it about.

It makes the chicks feel guilty.
They have to buy something.

That's not bad.

- It's not "not bad", it's great.
- Yes.

Fold that lot up, please.

Mrs Mijaoui, how are you?

Just looking at your silhouette,

I know these new furs will be perfect.

You can't say no this time
or I'll get annoyed.

Forget it. You've got no chance.

I'll invite her to the pictures.
I've heard she wants to see Splash.

The mermaid film?
You'll be bored shitless.

I'm not going for the film.

Idiot!

Hi.

What are you doing Saturday?

- I was thinking of seeing Splash.
- Forget it.

Well?

She's already seen it.

That's a shame. A real shame.

Hello. I'm looking
for Marie-Laure Exelmans.

She's gone out.

I've got a present for her.

Be careful with it,
it's something rare.

Say it's from Patrick Abitbol.

Just a second.

There.

Hello.

Madame.

- Isn't the boss in?
- Mr Max? No, he went for a coffee.

I'm his right-hand man.

So I see.

- Did the jersey dresses arrive?
- Yes.

There?

Yes!

A great choice.

Modern styling, flawless finish...

Try one on.

The fitting room is there.

You're hard to say no to.

You look really beautiful in it.

- Surprised?
- No, you were beautiful out of it.

No, I'm sorry, I meant "before".
Before you...

Sorry.

- I'll be back.
- Very well.

Whenever you like.

I'm Dov.
I'm here Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Goodbye, Dov.

Goodbye.

Yes, hello.
Is this Marie-Laure Exelmans' residence?

My name is Patrick Abitbol.

Abitbol.

Mademoiselle, a phone call for you.

I'll take it here.

It's Patrick, from Planète Vidéo.

Yes.

I'm sorry, I was going to call you,
but I was doing stuff and...

Of course.
Just as along as you got it.

It's just the sort of film I love.

I'm glad
because it wasn't easy to get hold of.

But I have contacts in the States.

It's so nice of you.

I don't know how to thank you.

I have an idea.
What are you doing tonight?

I'm busy tonight.

Tomorrow night?

Tomorrow too.

Doesn't leave me much!

Look...

Dinner with my friends on Saturday?

- Are they nice?
- No.

But they're not why you're coming.

26 Avenue Matignon.

Well?

She'll bust your balls.

We met at the club.
But she gave up tennis for the violin.

- She's a musician?
- Didn't she tell you?

She was at the conservatory.
An amazing family.

Her father's a banker
and her grandfather's big in business.

- He invented minibars.
- Little fridges?

No, it was his idea
to put them in hotel rooms.

Hoteliers were interested.

But if you have 300 rooms
you can't afford that many minibars.

That's where his genius came in.
He said: "The fridges are on me."

You see? He bought the fridges,

but he got to fill them.

So each time you buy
a small whisky from a minibar...

Granddad gets a cut.

- His company is now a multinational.
- Not bad.

In business, you have to get
a foot in the door to stop it closing.

- It's the bottom line.
- "The fridges are on me."

Genius, eh?

I saw Richard with his slut.

We don't care!

Why mention that arsehole?
Can't you see she's moved on?

And he's cute.

- Stop it! We barely know each other.
- Yeah, right!

So why did you invite him?

He's not bad, though.

Apart from his boots!

Just the one shop for now,

but it's doing so well I'll have
to open more before the year's out.

You're right. Video is the future.

If you're looking for a partner,
I'm interested.

Would I lie? I'll talk to my partner.

"Would I lie"?

You're a colonial, right?

A Rolex, weekends in Deauville?
Would I lie?

- Jean-Marc, that's enough.
- What?

- Is that how I talk?
- "Is that how I talk?"

Cut it out, Jean-Marc!

What? I'm only joking.
Sorry, no offence.

I'm sorry.

They have no manners.

It's fine.

- Please.
- I insist.

The bill is on me.

Have a good look first.

We tease the poor guy, then he pays.

Are you sure?

Would I lie?

Thanks for dinner.

And sorry, they were odious.

It's okay, it wasn't nasty.

Well...

goodbye.

Yes.

Goodbye.

Do you really play the violin?

Yes. Why, do you like classical music?

Of course.

I don't know that much,

but I like Mozart, Saint-Preux...

Yes, I see.

Sorry. Don't you like me?

No, no, it's not that.

I mean that you...

I like you.

But I'm just getting over
a pretty complicated relationship.

We planned to live together,

then I found out he was sleeping
with my friend.

It's not very original.

But it's mostly just sad.

It depends on your point of view.

For me, the sad thing would be
if you were still with him.

There, a smile!

Eyes sparkling.

Maybe next time
I can change your point of view.

Shall I call you?

No. I'll call you.

They don't mess about with me.

The first one... I make an example.

After that,
all the others toe the line.

He's a guy who can't score, so...

You with me, Serge?

Serge.

Hi.

Okay?

Just watch her brush him off.

What are you doing?

No, Serge, no!

You're suspended for three days.

Enough time
to think about your behaviour.

And I'll see your parents.

- My parents?
- No avoiding it this time.

Two months ago they couldn't come
because they had a virus.

Then their car caught fire.

And last time
they were stuck in Africa.

It's not possible.

They still haven't got back?

No, no, they're...

They're...

They're dead.

What?

This is no joking matter.

I swear! Their plane crashed,

they couldn't...

- Was it the flight from Kinshasa?
- The what?

The flight from Kinshasa.
It was on the news.

The plane crashed in the sea.

Why didn't you say?

I didn't dare.

You should have told me.

That's what I'm here for.
Where are you living?

With my pa... my aunt.

- He needs to talk to Madame Perlès.
- Madame Perlès?

The school psychologist.

She's really nice,
she'll take good care of you.

No, no, there's no need.

I'm well looked after.

There's my Uncle Henri,
there's my cousin...

I can't really complain.

The poor lad.

Such courage!

Thanks, Dov.
You've made me go mad again.

It's not my fault
if everything suits you.

- Come back soon.
- My pleasure.

Okay? Or I'll get annoyed.

Great!

Learning the ropes.

Take this to my place.
The address is on it.

- Right now?
- No, next year!

For the taxi.

Go on, shoot!

Max, honestly,
you could have praised the kid.

Why? He's here to sell, isn't he?

Surprise!

No, Alf!

Be nice, he's Max's right-hand man.

Right?

Come in.

I'm sorry, I didn't know that you...
You must have thought me crass.

I liked it, a handsome young man
flirting with a woman my age.

No, Madame, you're not old.

Old enough for you to call me madame.

My name's Hélène. A drink?

- No, I...
- Sit down.

- Want one?
- No, thanks.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Almost nineteen.

And on days other than Wednesday,
what do you do?

I go to school. I'm in my last year.

But all I want to do

is sell.

I'm sure you'll make it.
You have all the right attributes.

Well, I'll be off.

Wait a minute.
Do I scare you or something?

No, Madame Finkelstein.

Stop calling me that!

Yes, Madame Finkel... Yes.

We can get to know each other.

Got a girlfriend?

I bet you've got lots.

Don't tell me no.

With that angelic face
you must be a heartbreaker.

Am I wrong?

I really must go.

Wait a minute.

I need you.

I want your advice about something.

- Dov!
- Yes?

Can you come here, please?

Yes, coming.

Close the door.

- Who is she?
- I can't tell you.

- Do I know her?
- No.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- Dov's slept with an older woman.
- Serge!

- Shit!
- She's 39, you said.

Do you want to get me killed?

Tell us about it.

No, guys, you can't even imagine it.

Nothing like your little girlies.
A real woman!

She was wearing stockings
and suspenders.

- Like in Emmanuelle.
- Yes!

She came up to me,
looking right into my eyes.

She started
rubbing herself against me.

She took off her bra.

She placed my hands on her hips,

and then...

I slipped off her tiny panties.

Serge is enjoying this!

Look!

Would I lie?
What the hell is that?

What's that?

Shut your faces!

Planète Vidéo, hello.

The annual subscription
is 400 francs.

Then you have cards
for 5, 10 or 20 films.

20 works out cheaper
per film, of course.

- Hang up.
- What?

They can call back later.

Just pop into the shop.

We're open every day
from 11 a.m to 11 p.m. Goodbye.

What?

You're hogging the line.

It was a customer wanting information.

Don't take hours.
Maybe others want to get through.

- You never know.
- Oh, right!

- What?
- Nothing.

I wondered why
you've been locking up too.

What are you talking about?

You have to give up on that bird.

Give up on this music too!

You didn't like her from the start.

No! Thanks to her,
you're always here.

You still don't work, but you're here.

The problem is, she's not your type.

What would you know?

With your nice steady girlfriend!

That bird's like too-small shoes.

You know they'll hurt
but you buy them anyway.

Planète Vidéo, hello.

I'll see if he's here.

No, you're not disturbing me.

But take care
with the legato of the andante.

Sustain it.

See you Wednesday
for the final rehearsal.

Goodbye, Mr Hebrich.

That was magnificent.

I know nothing about it
but it was great.

Is that a compliment?

Yeah, too right.

Who was the composer?

- Who?
- J.S. Bach.

My teacher's German, so he says...

Yeah, of course, I know.

Heavy stuff, eh?

Shouldn't I say that?
Ignorant, right?

At least it's sincere.
That's what I like about you.

Really?

Sorry, I'm exhausted.

Some other time, then?

Why? Are you in a hurry to get away?

- No, but I...
- I could do with a drink.

Great, yeah, of course.
Where do you want to go?

Why not your place?

That's a bit complicated.

Why, are you married?

No, of course not.

No, I don't believe it!
You still live with your parents.

I'm so busy with the shop

that I haven't got around
to looking...

So, what do we do?

- Good evening.
- Madame, Monsieur.

A room, please.

We have room number 535.

Very well.

That'll be 700 francs.

No luggage?

For your granddad's nest egg!

What's with the TV? It's not even 11.

What a country!

You know what?

I'll start a business with hotels.

A guest wants to watch a film,
he calls a number,

and an hour later he gets a cassette.

What do you think?

I think... is that all that being
in bed with me inspires in you?

Haven't I already shown you?

I don't think so.

Or...

I've forgotten.

Hang on...

I'll refresh your memory.

Yes, twenty candles.

And "Happy Birthday, Marie-Laure",
right?

Yeah, that's right.

Champagne? Of course.
I'll leave it to you.

Organising a birthday party
is hard work.

Why not hire David, my cousin?
He's a DJ.

It's not a bar mitzvah.
This is really select!

See! He spoils his girlfriend.

You never take me anywhere like that.

What do you mean?
I do spoil you.

Come off it!
We should have moved a year ago.

Whenever I bring it up
he says you're about to go bust.

I'm just being careful.

Careful!

And this place is okay.

Fuck you!
I'm leaving, do you hear me?

I can't bear to see your face, bitch!

Fuck off, then!

There!

It's the same performance every day.

Yvan, you can't carry on like this.

- Look, she's traumatised.
- He doesn't give a toss!

You're a boss, Yvan.

A boss doesn't live in a tiny flat
surrounded by psychos.

- He lives it up.
- Right.

He claims expenses.

We have a video rental shop,
not a catering business.

What do we say
when we get a tax inspection?

"Sorry, Mr Inspector.
My bird thinks she's God's gift.

"I can't just take her for a kebab."

What? I think I'm God's gift?

No, not you.

I've had enough.

What's got into you? Baby?

There's an apple tart for after.

Don't worry, it was reduced!

Where are you going?

To run up some expenses!

Illana...

Thanks.

Here comes Tom Cruise.

Seriously?

Unbelievable.

Shit, Serge!

Dov!

Dov. Your mum.

My mum?

Well...

I'll be off.

Wow, his mum's hot!

No.

That's not his mum.

Really?

I don't believe it!

Darling, look what I've found
in your son's bedroom.

The Ten Commandments?
I was looking everywhere for that.

He'd put it on his shelf.

That Charlton Heston is so handsome.

Is that Charlton Heston?

I don't understand.

Switch it off!

This time
you really do have to talk to him.

Have you called Esther?

You know,
Fleurette and René's daughter.

- Oh, Crunch.
- Crunch?

Like the chocolate bar
with crisped rice.

We called her that
because of the spots on her face.

You can be so nasty.

She's just come to Paris.

The poor thing's all alone.
No one to talk to!

She can't talk anyway,
with that brace on her teeth!

You could take her out.
To the town centre.

"The town centre"?
Dad, we don't live in Nice any more.

Anyway, I have my exams and...

Yes, but you should
also go out with girls.

Why do you say that?

We never see you with a girl.

At your age
I was going out with girls.

Oh, yeah? Who did you go out with?

It's just an example.

Use a different example!

Leave us alone.

I asked you to talk,
not tell him about your wild youth.

Wild youth, me? Out, please!

This is men's talk.

Go out with girls but,
whatever you do,

don't get married.

I'll put it back tomorrow.

Well, guys...

I'm waiting for Illana.
We'll see you there?

See me where?
I didn't plan on you coming with me.

- Twat!
- No, I'm not joking.

She doesn't know you.

Exactly, it's a chance to meet.

What is this?
We always go to your parties.

It's not my party, it's her birthday.

And, honestly, you'd be bored stiff.

It's not your thing.

They're... How can I put it?
They're formal.

Formal?

Formal.

Otherwise I'd have invited you.

You've talked about it all week.

Yeah, I even bought her
some bubble bath.

Here, look.

She'll like that. I'll give it to her.

Thanks, Sergio.

Nothing from you, of course.

You were going empty-handed?

Well, I don't want to be late.

Patrick! See you in a bit.

Hi.

All right?
Aren't we all going together?

We're not invited.

What?

Tell me this is a joke, sweetie.

- Why?
- We're not formal enough.

Not formal enough?

Have you seen me?

I bought this dress especially.

- Well, I'm off.
- See you, Serge.

Happy birthday!

Your boyfriend's a phenomenon.

At least I know where I am with him.
Things are simple.

Simple, but Chanel!

Is that new?

Earrings too.

Are you coming to Géraldine's wedding
next week?

We're in London.
I got tickets for Yehudi Menuhin.

I love Yehudi Menuhin.
What'll he be playing?

The violin.

Thank you very much.

- Take care.
- Thank Patrick for us.

Thanks, sweetie.

Happy birthday.

Richard?

Here, Monsieur.

The coffees are on the house.

That's very kind of you.

I broke up with Charlotte last month.

Really?

I've wanted to call you.

Why?
Want to meet some of my girlfriends?

I miss you.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.

Stop it.

- Hello.
- Good timing.

Richard, this is Patrick.

Patrick, Richard.

Pleased to meet you.

Got any change for the doorman?

I'll be off.

It was really great to see you.

Patrick.

He seems nice.

Who is he?

Shall we go?

Can you take me home?
I don't feel too well.

What is it?

I'm just tired.

I thought we were...
I've booked a suite at the Regina.

I'm sick of the porters
thinking I'm a whore!

A whore?

What's the matter, sweetie?

I'm sorry. I'll feel better tomorrow.

Get a flat, but why?
Aren't you happy here?

Yes, Mum,
but I'm 40 minutes from my shop.

I should live near it.

I could work later in the evening.

If he wants to pay rent,
that's his problem.

Have you got a girlfriend?

If so, don't think you can count on us.

What?

I know how it goes.

Poor Denise Aboulakia's son
fell in love.

They wanted to live together
before getting married,

so they got a small flat.

The girl stayed for two weeks.

And the flat became a shag pad!

A new girl every week.

A blonde, a brunette...
Poor Denise!

I'm not financing
a shag pad for my son!

What's got into you?

Where did you get that expression,
"shag pad"?

Oh, wake up!

Your son's heading for disaster
but, as usual, you criticise me!

At least he wouldn't spend
all morning in his pyjamas,

having his bread buttered
by his mum.

So? If we like doing that?

What's your goal?
To split up our family?

I'm not talking to you.

- So, your decision?
- Ask your mother!

Yes, make me the villain!

Go on, encourage him,
pay for his shag pad!

In fact, move in with him!
That was probably your idea.

You think I don't see through you?

Shut up, you madwoman!
You'll drive me insane!

You'll both drive me insane!

- Calm down.
- Shut up!

What's this about a flat?
I don't want to hear about it again!

I've had enough!

Mum!

What?

You heard your father.
He decides, not me.

Dov!

Yes?

My wife wants a word.

With me?

No, with your sister.

I want you!

- What?
- I miss you.

I keep thinking
of the naughty things you do to me.

Do you think about me?

Of course, Madame Finkelstein.

So get over here.
We have all afternoon.

But...

I bought an outfit

which you'll like.

Well?

It was your wife.

Yes, I know that.

She wanted me to take her
this little cotton piece.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Yeah, okay.

Not very smart.

- What? I'm just taking her a dress.
- Stop it.

I wasn't born yesterday.

- I swear, Madame Finkelstein...
- Enough Madame Finkelstein!

You don't realise
what you're playing with.

Why spoil it all?
You have a future here.

I'm spoiling nothing.
It's your imagination.

Have it your way!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Did I tell you I saw Richard?

The pig didn't waste any time.

He's in a bad way.
He asked for a second chance.

You're not going to?

No.

I don't know.

Patrick's taking me to London.
What do I do?

Don't do anything.
Go to London, have fun.

Above all,
take the time to think it over.

- He says he loves me.
- Of course he does.

I'm talking about Richard.

I can't carry on like this.

I feel too bad for Patrick.
I'll tell him everything.

The restaurant bills,
the plane tickets!

Don't worry, I'll settle it all.

I am worried, Mr Abitbol,
and so are my superiors.

I want to see you, 9 a.m. Monday.
I expect you to be there.

Don't make me regret
putting my trust in you.

What did he want?

Who?

Our bank manager.

Wasn't that him?

Yes.

He was just asking
about our subscriptions. Nice guy.

I have to call the suppliers.

We've had no new films
for two weeks.

You've paid them, right?

Of course.

I have to pop home.
Marie-Laure's coming in a taxi.

- I'll call them, then.
- No!

Don't worry about it,
I'll deal with it.

That's him.

- Mr Abitbol?
- Yes... no. What's it about?

- Come with me, please.
- What?

National service. Heard of it?

Is this a joke?

You ignored your call-up papers.

No, I can't do national service.

I'm an entrepreneur, you see,
I have employees who depend on me.

- What's going on?
- Don't worry.

We'll get a later plane.

- Where's he going?
- Military service.

You'll see him next year.

Let's go.

You bet I'll give him a talking to!

Send him in here
as soon as he turns up.

Is this the thanks I get,
after all I've done for him?

Max wants a word.

Sit down.

Got nothing to say to me?

Don't you think
I've noticed what you're up to?

Do you think I'm deaf and blind?

I'm talking to you!

How could you do such a thing to me?

Haven't I been fair with you?

Tony's told me everything.

Tony?

What did he say?

I'm unfair to you,
I don't appreciate your work enough...

- I never praise you.
- He said that?

I feel hurt.
I was going to take you on full-time.

No, Mr Max, I just meant that...

Really?

I thought it'd be good news,
but if you're unhappy...

No, Mr Max!

On the contrary.
I really didn't expect that.

Thanks.
This is the best day of my life.

It's funny,
you have your father's smile.

- You knew my father?
- Of course.

He was a big supplier of mine.

Your dad was a...

mensch.

A what?

A mensch, a decent man.

Probably too decent for this world.

- Any plans for tonight?
- No.

Come for dinner.
I want you to meet someone.

Okay.

Actually, no, I...

No excuses! We'll surprise my wife.

No, Mr Max,
I don't want to be in the way.

You're joking, my wife adores you.

Cool T-shirt.

- They're a group. Know them?
- Hall and Oates. I love them!

I'm a big fan of Californian rock.

- Me too.
- By the way, Sandrine...

How's your boyfriend?

- Stéphane, right?
- That's over.

Just as well.

I didn't like him at all.

How is it? Max isn't too hard on you?

No. I think I'm doing pretty well.

He has quality goods to sell.

Your mother must be proud of you.

- She wants me to be a pharmacist.
- A pharmacist?

You deserve better.

How can you say that?
It's a fine profession.

A doctor, fine.

But a pharmacist, what's that?

You sell stuff in boxes.

Behind your counter all day long.

"Hello, Madame. Here's your box."

Or two boxes.

Five years studying!

None of it is up to you.

One minister tells you
how much to sell them for,

another, how much to buy them for.

How are you supposed to make a living?

The only upside is having
all those anti-depressants within reach.

What? What's so funny?

I'm thinking of the one
at Place des Fêtes.

- You live near there?
- Yes, in Rue Compans.

- But I use Place des Fêtes metro.
- Me too.

I live in Rue Botzaris,
by Buttes-Chaumont.

That's amazing, isn't it?

Same neighbourhood, same metro...

Yes, darling, we understood. Okay?

All right, I'm unsubtle.

Come and give your husband a kiss.

Isn't she terrible?

Dessert! Get the plates, Dov.

- I'll help.
- Don't move!

We can't all fit in the kitchen.

Max, pour some more drinks.

Dov, come on!

What are you playing at?

I saw you ogling her.
I didn't know you liked dozy chicks!

I'm just being polite.

From tomorrow,
you don't use Place des Fêtes metro!

I'm not interested in her.

- Swear on your mother's life.
- You're being crazy.

You drive me crazy.

- Kiss me!
- Hélène...

Well, where's this dessert got to?

Don't stand there, Dov.
I can't get to the fridge.

There you are.

What are you doing, playing Cupid?

He seems to like her, eh?

They have nothing in common.

She's a clever girl,
he just sells skirts!

That's not a very nice thing to say.

I don't know what you're up to.

I'm just saying that they hitting it off.

Mum...

Mum, stop it.

If you're not on parade
in 3 minutes 49 seconds,

you can say goodbye to your next leave.

At the double!

Thanks.

Léon de Saint-Simon.

Patrick Abitbol.

Do you know where I can find a phone?

You're joking.
There are no phones for us here.

Léon de Saint-Simon? Classy!

Léon was after the film character.
My dad loves Belmondo.

He knows all his films.

- When he became a general...
- Your dad?

Faster, you useless lot!

He's at the ministry of defence,
in charge of military procurement.

Couldn't he help you out?

No. That's not my family's style.

Move it, Pitiful!

It's Abitbol, Sir.

- Not "Sir", "Sergeant"!
- Yes, Sergeant!

Don't try it on with me, okay?
You have no chance of winning!

- Planète Vidéo...
- Yvan!

Patrick? Where the hell are you?

In the army.

You've been missing for 4 days.

I'm in a barracks
200 kilometres from Paris.

What? You're joking, right?

They caught me at home.

- Shit!
- Any news of Marie-Laure?

Has she been to the shop?

We have delivery problems.

They haven't been paid.

When are you back? Not next year?

No, I'm going to play the loony.

Patrick, who are you with? The paras?

- I'm with the sappers.
- Well, you're no sap!

My sergeant makes the Turk
in Midnight Express look like Big Bird!

What the hell are you doing?

- Sergeant.
- Using my phone?

No, I was cleaning it.

Yeah, play the loony.
Remember Rafi Marciano?

His One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
got him kicked straight out.

You'll fool 'em,

those squaddie twats!

And you know what?

When you get back
we'll have the party of the century!

Yallah, cousin!

Patrick?

Rafi...

Marciano.

Yallah!

Sorry.

She's coming.

ERASE ME IF YOU CAN

Good morning.

Who wrote that?

If the culprit doesn't own up,
I'll punish the whole class.

I'm counting to three.

One...

two...

three!

It was me, Madame Arsac.

Benamou, of course.

No spelling mistakes.

You're improving.

You're in detention
for the next two Wednesdays.

Surprise test!

Thanks.

No problem.

My dad would have killed me.

Oh, yeah, I'm having a party
the Saturday after the exams.

If you want to come...

Yeah, great.

I don't have anything planned
for that Saturday.

Why did you invite that lump?

What else could I do?

- What a move!
- I knew I'd get there in the end.

Benamou!

Principal's office.

He has good news for you.

Really?

Benamou, in you come.

We're witnessing a miracle.

Dad, Mum,

but what are you doing here?

Sit down!

How could you do that to us?

We've sweat blood
to give you an education.

How do you thank us?
By flattening us in a plane?

We never go anywhere.

Where do you get such ideas?

Your son has a boundless imagination.

Not reflected by his marks, alas.

It's not my fault...

Shut up!
You've done nothing but lie to us.

Your physics teacher
has never seen you.

Mr Charretier? Of course he knows me.

Your physics teacher is Madame Pons.

Mr Charretier teaches history.
He doesn't know you either.

Well...

Shut up or I'll strangle you!

What are we going to do with you?

For a start off
he's suspended for two weeks.

Time for him to think.

And he won't be allowed
to retake the year in this school.

Assuming he doesn't pass
his baccalauréat.

But who knows?

Another miracle could happen!

- I'm ashamed!
- But, Dad...

Never call me "Dad" again. Understand?

Saying I was dead!
It's what you wished, eh?

No! I made that up to spare you
the pain of knowing about my marks.

What about the pain
of finding out we were dead?

- I promise, I...
- Stop it! No more promises.

- I'll deal with you back in Nice.
- Nice?

What are we going to do in Nice?

Your father's decided to go back.
His work isn't going well here.

We can't leave, my life is here.

Well, you can change your life!

The easy life is over.
You'll work for me.

Is that what you want for me?

Selling bras by moped?

Is that what you made
all those sacrifices for?

You heard what the principal said.

You won't pass your exams.

I'm not letting him
decide my future for me.

I'll pass my baccalauréat,
I promise you.

How? The physics teacher
has never even seen you.

I don't care about physics!

I want to be a...

lawyer!

I'm warning you.

If you don't pass your exams,
we're going back to Nice.

No argument!

What the...?

What do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry, Madame Finkelstein.

It must be his hormones.

Apologise, you lout!

I'm sorry.

- My son.
- Yes, I know.

You know him?

No, but I guessed.

Do you know who her husband is?
Max de Paris.

You know, the big shop in Les Halles.

Dov worked on the flea market,
for Robert Partouche.

Do you know him?

But I've forbidden him working
this year.

Because of his exams.

Really?

Yes, the kids drive us mad
with their baccalauréat.

There, I've finished.
You can take it off again.

Are you still here? Go on, shoot!

You voyeur!

But then you are so pretty.

You're too kind, Madame Mimran.

- Are you mad, coming here?
- It's your fault.

Where were you on Monday?

- Did you see her?
- What?

Don't come it!
I'm sure you've seen her.

Of course I haven't.

You don't know what I'm capable of!

I don't believe this!

- Are you here again? Out!
- Wait...

I was wondering, Madame Mimran,

if you'd mind lending me your son.

I have to put all my old things
in the cellar.

I can't do it by myself.

And my husband, with his bad back...

- When?
- Right now.

What?

No, sorry, I can't.

- What's got into you?
- But you said I have to revise.

You'll help Madame Finkelstein!

It won't take long. Right?

That all depends on him.

Hélène, we have to talk.

No time.
Max'll be back in two hours.

- No, I feel too bad for him.
- He doesn't care!

All he cares about is my happiness,
and you see to that.

Hélène, listen, it's over!

I'm sorry, but it's over.

Okay.

- I'll tell Max you've ditched me.
- What?

You can kiss your sales career goodbye.

Why are you doing this?

And you?
Suddenly just dumping me like this?

You had a nice time
screwing your boss's wife, eh?

You used me, you bastard!

No way!

Yes, you did.

My own little bastard.

What?

Stop it, Hélène.

The things you make me say
when you're nasty.

- Hélène, stop it.
- Come on!

Stop it!

All right, I get it!
No need to be aggressive.

I'm too old, right?

No, not at all.

Really?

You're not just saying that?

No, I promise you.

- No.
- Yes.

No, Hélène, stop it. Please.

Just one last time.

I know you want to
as much as I do.

Dov, darling.

Come on.

Please.

The last time, you promise?

What was that?

It's Max.

- What?
- Shit!

Alf!

It's all right,
he's going to take Alf for a walk?

They'll be half an hour.

But Alf is here!

Shit!

Alf!

There you are, you scamp.

Where were you hiding?

Hélène, stop it!

Help me find my sock.

What are you doing with that?

Give that sock to Daddy.

Give it to me!

Been in the dirty washing again?

You'll call me, yeah?

I forgot his lead.

What's up, my love, are you ill?

No, I...

I felt a bit...

a bit tired, but I'm fine now.

Stop it, Alf, come on!

What's that?

This is carrots in cumin.

This is slata mechouia,
tomatoes and peppers.

And this is bkeila.

Want some?

The names make me want to puke!

- I'll try the paella.
- No, it's bkeila.

Gosh! It's quite delicious.

Hey, guys, did you hear him?
"Gosh! It's quite delicious."

Sweetie.

Got you at last.

It's hell here.
The sergeant cancelled all my leave.

But I'm toeing the line now.
I'll see you this weekend.

- This weekend?
- Yes.

Nothing will stop me this time.
Are you bearing up?

We have to talk, it's important.

I miss you too,
you're always on my mind.

I've been seeing...

- Patrick!
- I have to go now. I love you!

All right, cutey?

Hey, twiggy! Where are you going?

Cut that out!

Don't make such a fuss, countess.

Stop it, you fucking idiot!

Gosh, what vulgar language!

- We're in the army.
- That's enough.

What's your problem?
You want some too?

Just try it.

Leave him, he's not worth it.

Don't you get it, arsehole?
I said stop it.

What's going on?
You three, no leave!

Sergeant, you can't do that.
I have to get home.

I can't help it if you don't behave.

- He was just sticking up for me.
- Be quiet!

Your high-up dad
gets you no favours here!

Sergeant, please.

One more word, and you won't get leave
the next two times.

- That's unfair.
- Bingo! A whole month.

Happy now?

Anyone else want some?

Well?

Lights out, and no chat!

I said no chat... spoilt brat!

No chat, spoilt brat!
That's a good one.

Under the barbed wire!

Move it, you bunch of girls!

Pitiful, what are you doing? Run!

Go on, move it!

Get your fat arse up there!

Pitiful!

What are you doing?

What's got into him?

I don't know, Sergeant.

Don't make me come and get you!

God!

Shit, shit, shit!

- That's all we needed!
- Hold on in there, mate.

Pitiful?

Looking for this?

Where does this come from?

Answer me!

I earned it.

- I've been working.
- What?

As a salesman.

I don't believe it!

I told you I want you
to concentrate on your exams.

I don't want you to work.

Mum, I'm not cut out for studying.

What did I do to deserve this?

Mum, I'm good at it.

I'll earn a good living.

You don't need to earn a living
at your age!

I work day and night
so that you and your sister can learn.

I'm learning, Mum, learning the trade.

You won't have to slave for us
any more.

Just like your father.

You saw where that led.

He was unlucky. No one will con me.

- You've quit school?
- No one asked you.

- Don't let him ruin his life.
- Keep out of it, go and pray!

Dickhead!

Have faith in me, Mum.

You won't regret it.

Some people are practically minded,
others are more logical.

Have you been revising?

Him? The only book he knows
is the women's lingerie catalogue.

Oh, yeah? So what's this?

And what's this?

What's this?

- No, okay. You're the best.
- Hang on...

And this!

- Isn't it maths today?
- No, history. Maths is tomorrow.

Oh, shit!

I'm in the shit.

I'll have to go back to Nice.

Just as I'm making progress
with Marinelli too.

With Marinelli?

- How did you do that?
- Subtly!

Would I lie?
She's mad about me.

- Stop it.
- She invited me to her party.

She almost snogged me
in front of everyone.

Imagine if I get off with her
and then I have to go back to Nice.

I can't do that.

Shit, Patrick!

- Patrick, what the hell happened?
- It's okay, I can manage.

- You believed it, right?
- You maniac!

I thought you'd gone to Vietnam.

It's so good to see you both!

Taxi!

The hardest bit was the final test,

the last step before freedom.

And the doctor knows that.

He sees fakers every day.

He looked through my file
a dozen times.

He said, all matey: "You're discharged.
That what you wanted, eh?"

And you said: "How did you guess?"

No, it's a trap! If you look happy,
you'll do three more months.

No, I looked him in the eye
and I said:

"Discharged?

"But the army is my whole life!"

You said that?

Would I lie to you? I almost cried.

He looked at my stupid face

and thought: "He has to go or
the whole barracks will be on Valium!"

"The army is my whole life."

Really clever.

Marie-Laure will be amazed
when I show up.

Hey, isn't that her there?

Maybe it's her brother.

Idiot! Let me out!

That fucker!

- Marie-Laure!
- Patrick, stop it!

Let me out, let me out!

Let me out,
I'm gonna kill that fucker!

Back from the dead!

- You'll never guess what's happened.
- I don't care.

What's got into you?

Look.

Look at...

the shit you got us into.

Twelve nights at the Regina,

dinner at Lasserre and Taillevent,

a weekend at the Country Club,
a 15-grand watch,

the rent unpaid, suppliers chasing us...
I found all the bills.

You'd hidden them well.

Do you know how deep we're in?
80,000!

You blew 80,000 francs,
you fucking bastard!

- She's left me.
- So?

Did you imagine she'd take you
for the Duke of Windsor?

- She knew what a loser you are.
- I'm unhappy.

And I'm dead, do you understand that?

This business was my only chance
of escaping my shit life!

How can I tell Illana our only way
of moving is to end up homeless?

You want my sympathy
for being dumped by some bimbo?

Where are you going?

I'm done.

Don't count on me
to pay off your debts.

Yeah, that's it, piss off!

I don't need you,
I'll manage by myself!

My little boy!

I'm so happy.
I thought they'd never let you go.

So?

Not even the army wanted you!

Why are you immediately
getting at him?

Because he's a good-for-nothing.

You gave me your word.

- What?
- I know about the shop.

I talked to your partner and the bank.
How will you pay it back?

You're not getting a penny off me,
do you hear me? Not a penny!

You've never had faith in me.

You only financed me because of Mum.

If you'd worked with me,
you wouldn't be in this position!

All you care about is your shop,
working every day, eating there,

sleeping there...

Shut up and show me some respect!

I'm ashamed of you. Ashamed.

Patrick, darling, where are you going?
Come back!

Happy now? He's gone.

Stop defending him.

Do you want him sponging off us
for the rest of his life?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

If he doesn't improve,
I'll have him hospitalised.

Is it that serious?

It's an alarm call.
We must listen.

All he needs for now
is peace and quiet.

Madame Abitbol.

Monsieur.

What'll become of us?

Grégoire?

It's Patrick.

Patrick Abitbol.

Hi, how are you?
I'm sorry about what's happened.

No, I'm not calling about Marie-Laure.

I was thinking about your proposition.
Remember?

I turned you down.

But things have changed,
I've sacked my partner, it's a new start.

A 50% share is 80,000 francs.

Thanks, but I'm not interested.

You said you wanted to invest.

Yeah, but that was just talk.

I'm glad you're so upbeat.

Yeah, don't worry about that.

I'm spoilt for choice.

I was talking about Marie-Laure.
You know about the wedding?

Shit, I've got another call.
I'll have to go.

- Your Grace!
- Gosh!

As you said!

- What are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.

- We miss you here.
- Even the sergeant?

The poor chap thinks you're crippled.

- Call him, he's all depressed.
- Will do.

Get in, we'll go for a drive.

Okay, but I have to be back by 9.
You know the rules.

Of course.

Léon...

I need a favour.

Films?

Mr Abitbol, the army is not a cinema.

Absolutely, but...

There is no "but".

Those youngsters are defending
the nation.

Quite. But to be effective
they also need rest and recuperation.

If the army gave them
some wholesome entertainment,

they wouldn't lounge about smoking.

Or bullying their comrades.

Léon spoke to me
about your brave intervention.

Just doing my duty.

But I'm not sure it was a favour.

I'd rather he learnt
to stick up for himself.

Sorry, but I'll have to end this.

Excuse me,
but what if, once or twice a week,

the whole barracks watched
a classic film together?

A comedy. Or even a war film.

The Longest Day...

No, American films
are full of anachronisms.

- Really?
- Gosh, yes.

When you see soldiers disembarking

from 1960s-type landing craft,

sorry, but it's balderdash.

Of course.

- I was watching Weekend at Dunkirk...
- You know Weekend at Dunkirk?

I love Belmondo.

My favourite actor.

That's mental!

I mean it's...

amazing.

I've seen Weekend at Dunkirk
three times.

A Monkey in Winter, seven.

"A paella without shellfish
is a leg of lamb without garlic."

- "A crook without a medal..."
- "...is offensive to God!"

What would it all cost?

I was thinking 20,000 video cassettes,

distributed among all the barracks,

25% of them being changed
every 3 months,

at a cost
of 100 to 300 francs per film.

Gosh!

Thinking about it, I believe
I could make the budget available.

The problem is the equipment.

Our barracks don't have any.

We'd have to buy a thousand VCRs.

Yes, my friend!

The army is a great force,
but it's in a state of great poverty.

But it's been a pleasure
to meet you.

Goodbye, Mr Abitbol.

General,

the VCRs are on me.

Sorry?

I'll supply a thousand VCRs

in return for an exclusive contract
on the rental of the films.

Will you put all that in writing?

Next.

Benamou, Serge.

Isn't Benamou here?

What happened to you?

I was hit by a bus.

Good Lord!

Terrible timing.
Just before my revision.

Your poor boy,
you should have requested an exemption.

No!

I didn't want to exploit it.

That does you great credit,
but this...

It's not so bad.

The surgeon said that in six months
I can have a softer neck brace.

Look, I don't really know what to do.

It's all right, I'll try.

What's wrong?

I just can't concentrate. I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.
Calm down, it's okay.

I so wanted to go to university.

Studying...

is my whole life.

What mark do you need?

Well?

Done it!

No way!

The way I screwed her!

She was close to sobbing her eyes out.

I thought I was even going
to get a distinction!

What?

What is it?

How about a special distinction
for retaking the year?

I'll explain. Come on.

I failed.

What do you mean, Serge?

A distinction.
I failed to get a distinction.

You silly boy!

You had us going there!

- Who cares about a distinction?
- You did pass, though?

Of course I did.
It's the least I could do.

And modest with it.
I'm proud of you, my love.

If anyone had told me we'd have
an intellectual in the family...

Open it, sweetie.

Is that for me?

Thanks.

Indispensable for law school.

Honestly, you couldn't have given me
a nicer present.

Can we talk?

One: it's fixed with the bank.
We can pay back over ten years.

Two: I've got first shout
on a premises at Place de Mexico.

I wanted your opinion first.

Patrick, let's not pretend...

Three: I understand
you don't want to see me.

But we started this business together.
I can't do it without you.

- You really are an arsehole, you know?
- Don't overdo it!

- Did your dad bail you out?
- He doesn't even know.

So how did you persuade the bank?

Have I told you the story
of the eagle and beaver?

All right, Serge?

- It's busy!
- There's another upstairs.

Shit!

Shit!

Oh, shit!

Anyone there?

Coming?

- I'll be right with you.
- Okay.

Serge, what the hell are you doing?

Go on, get out of it.

What the hell is this mess?

Are you coming?

What are you doing? Get into bed.

Chantal, help, I'm locked in!

Get out, you maniac!

- Why?
- Get out, I said!

And if you tell anyone,
I'll have your eyes out!

Is anyone there?

Chantal!

Well...

from now on,
you're in charge of the shop.

Me? What about Tony?

I've sacked him.

What? No!

But he slaves for you,
he taught me everything.

Calm down, I was joking.

That's the trouble with you Tunisians:
no sense of humour.

Tony and I are opening a new shop
on Rue de Passy.

Closer to where
the bourgeois housewives live.

And you're in charge of home.

Home?

The main shop.

You're a bit dim today, what's wrong?

No.

No, it's...

it's the emotion.

Would I lie?
You won't regret it.

I'm already regretting it.

I'd prefer an Ashkenazi
but they all want to be pharmacists.

Well? Do you like it?

- It'll change your life.
- Thank you.

No more meat sink and milk sink.

No, you'll have to wash
meat and milk things separately.

So, whereas I used to just do
the washing up,

now I'll have to wash the machine too?

Otherwise it's a sin.

You haven't forgotten me?
I'm waiting for you.

No, I have to stay with my mum.

Max is away until tomorrow. Come on!

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Let me talk to your mum.

What?

Come right now

or I'll tell her everything!

Hélène...

You're impossible!

I help you get a job with him,

and you thank me by shagging his wife?

What am I supposed to do?

It's not my fault. I've tried everything
but she won't let me go.

What's your secret?

A special kind of musk?

Stop laughing, it isn't funny.

I've thought about it.
I have to resign.

A good thing
you don't think too often.

What will you tell your mum?

You're sorry but you couldn't
keep your dick knotted?

What can I do?

There's one thing you haven't tried.

Shut up, bloody dog!

Come in, darling.

We've been waiting.

Hello, Madame.

Patrick de la Tour
of De La Tour estate agents.

This is Mr Touati, who's been renting
the flat until now.

Mr Touati's removal men
are a bit late.

But the flat will soon be free.

Right, Mr Touati?

Yes, absolutely.

Can you explain?

Great!
So here is the kitchenette space.

Fully equipped.

It's better left open.
To get that loft feeling.

Dov?

This is it, our own place!

What?

- Imagine it with your own decor.
- Of course.

I'm sick of you, you bitch!

Piss off!

I'm staying, you arsehole!

- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you!

That's a lovers' tiff.

We've all had them, eh?

Well, what do you think?

It's great, we'll have our own place!

Are you serious?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't feel very well.

- It's the emotion.
- Of course.

I'll let you talk it over.

What are you doing?

- I'm going to tell Max.
- What?

Are you mad? Tell him what?

Everything.

That we're in love.
I'm sure he'll understand.

As you said,
all he wants is your happiness.

Dov,

I can't live here.

There isn't even room for my shoes.

Sell them.
You won't need them around here.

This ring'll feed us for six months.

I'm sorry, it's not possible.

Why?

Because...

Because you're young. You should go out
with girls your own age.

You're 20 years older, so what?

I didn't especially mean that!

Basically...

I can't leave Max.

It'd kill him, poor thing.

He loves me.

He loves you too.

He loves you so much.

Okay, I understand.

Have some chakchouka, Simon.

Mum, his name isn't Simon.
It's Léon de Saint-Simon.

Nobility?

Yes, my father
is the Count of Saint-Simon.

We have a property in Sologne.

So you're not French?

Darling, Sologne is in France.
It's near Dijon.

No, Dijon is in Burgundy.

Our property is near Orléans.

Alas, it's pretty much in ruins.

We had a nice house on Tunis port.

Eat up!

Patrick, give some challah
to Simon... Léon.

It's Jewish bread.
And there's dafina, that's Jewish too.

Gosh! Is it as delicious as bkaila?

- They eat bkaila in Sologne?
- Of course.

Louis XIV loved bkaila.

And slata mechouia.

So you'll be the official supplier
of the French army?

Exclusive supplier.

Those soldiers
don't bear a grudge, eh?

- Darling!
- I have shops too.

Two more this month
and another three soon after.

To your success!

Mabruk!

And... where will you live?

I don't know, I've started looking.

Why not stay here?

You'll just be spending money
needlessly.

All you need is here.

And with your job
you won't have time to cook and clean.

And we'll get to see you.

Why not?

Go on, eat up! Mr de Léon!

You can't fix your château
if you don't eat!

Wait, Patrick.

- A toast.
- To what?

Friendship?

To friendship!

To family!

André!

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Where's Rafi?
- He's back in the army.

- He was discharged.
- Cancelled!

They came for him
and did loads of tests.

Now he's been sent to do
another 18 months.

The poor bloke.

No one understands what happened.

- Could they do that to you?
- Shut up, you'll jinx me!

That girl's staring at you.

Do you know her?

No, I've never seen her before.

Excuse me, are you Serge Benamou?

Do we know each other?

I'm Esther. Esther Attia.
I don't know if you remember.

Crunch?

I mean Esther! But you're...

It's amazing,
you look completely different, it's...

Different in a good way, I hope.

You haven't changed at all.

- Would I lie? He'll never change.
- Right, Serge?

Why don't you invite your friend?

Do you want to sit down?

Sorry, I have to go.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Going to Australia.
I got a grant to study in Sydney.

So you're... going for a long time?

Three years, minimum.

I bumped into your parents.

I suggested
you and I could get together.

I suppose they forgot to tell you.

Well...

good luck!

See you.

You impressed us there, Sergio!

I could have been seeing her
all this year!

- Why do these things happen to me?
- Yep!

- Did you see how she looked at me?
- No!

Yes, Serge.

No way! Is that your car?

I'm a boss, I have to flaunt it.

Right, Yvan?

Well... shall we go to Deauville?

Go!

Here we go!

Can't I enjoy violin music?

- Yes.
- Yes, of course.

On the way to Deauville
everyone listens to Bach!

It's not pronounced "bac".
It's Bach, you h'mar!

You think
I'm still thinking about her?

Her?

- Who?
- I dunno.

I don't know either.

Yeah, joke about it!

But you know what?
I'm glad it's over.

With all the responsibilities I have,
I'd never have had time for her.

Load of rubbish!

- Hey, Serge!
- What?

Your parents will find out
you didn't pass your bac.

- What will you say?
- Nothing. Law isn't my thing anyway.

What I'm interested in is business.
Like you, Patrick.

I feel I have a gift.

Pass your bac first.

Yeah, you hear that, Serge?
Pass your Bach!

No, no, no. My Baaaaach!

Yes, my darling, yes.
Yes, he's here.

Okay, I'll send him.

Bruno!

- Take a parcel to my wife.
- Now?

No, next year.

- Hurry. Do you have the address?
- Yes.

Off you go.

He's no genius!

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