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Here's your beer. 12,40 francs please.

You're not too cold? You don't want to come inside? -No, I'm waiting for someone.

Great. Thank you my prince.

Attractive hawk awaits sweet dove to found snug nest.

Not bad.

It's even great.

You're young, you need affection...

I give you this affection and more yet. That's powerful.

Really powerful.

Handsome man with large position...Large position. That's what I should have written.

Why did I write "Man, 34 years old, good position..."? It sucks.

That's what I should have written.

I'm sure she will be sad and dull.

At least I hope she won't be too ugly.

You could apologize at least!

You're "Mr 34 years, good situation"?

You don't sit down? -No.

You don't mind if we change place. -Not at all.

It's not safe on the sidewalk. Once I was with a friend and a passer-by spitted in his glass.

Maybe we could introduce ourselves? That's the reason we're here after all.

How do they call you?

I mean...what's your name? -Sandra.

Me it's Sandro. No, it's Bernard, well I'm joking it's Jean-Claude.

You live far from here?

Yes. Very far.

And I can't stay too long because I have an appointment at five at the other end of Paris.

I do not even know where it is.

I understand.

Can you tell me why you answered to my ad?

Well, I don't know. I found your ad simple, straight, without frills...

That's all.

And you're not too disappointed? -No.

Not at all.

Life is funny. You meet people and you can see immediatly

if it will work between them or not and sometimes it works

and sometimes it doesn't work at all because you don't know why people do the things they do and...

I mean, meeting people is...

It depends of the people, it's...

It's not possible. -What time it is?

Twenty to five o' clock.

You like music?

What kind of music?

Well, the kinda...

Me, I'm fond of Latin American music.

Yes.

I like that especially biguine.

And makossa too. All the groovy stuff.

I love zouk too. It's great.

It's so sunny and dynamic, it feels like summer time and holidays.

But it's not only the music in itself. It's also the spirit behind.

The cultural shock. The meeting of two worlds.

The cultural melting-pot. -Exactly. You nailed it perfectly.

The word speaks for itself. Look at people in the street.

It's not by chance that mixed people are more beautiful. -It not only works for people. It works for dogs too.

My mother has a dog named Bobby.

He's a tyke but he's more intelligent than dogs breed.

Yet he's a tyke. Like a mixed people you see?

And all this in a system that systematically rejects all differences.

That's it. I don't believe it. She's unstuck. I come from afar.

Two seconds more and she was gone and it was only me and my glass of beer.

Because journalists don't do their job. They inform us

but they inform us very poorly. -That's for sure.

I saw a TV show yesterday evening. Well, I was not informed at all about what they said.

Good. Now she forgot her meeting. My little Jean-Claude, you handled her like a pro.

There's a light of hope in the horizon.

You will ask her to the restaurant just after a little smoke.

The Japanese! They have invaded the world! The Japanese have invaded Peru!

You smoke? -Me. Not at all.

No, I swear! I swear to you! I don't smoke. It's only because I'm cold!

Could you just switch off your lighter and put it away?

At once. No more lighter.

It's just that I have these bad memories coming back.

Stuff that I thought I had buried.

What kind of stuff? -Nothing.

Personal stuff. -I see, I see....

It's something that happened to my best friend's father.

He owns a gas station on main road 7 out of Lisieux, Normandy.

It happened last year. It was approximatively around 2 AM.

timings : meatisgood

translation : aloysius70

If you bought this, you've been stolen!

Go get the kitty!

Where's the kitty?

Cl�mentine!

Kitty?

Where's the kitty?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Of course it gives me great pleasure. As always.

What? No, it's only Cl�mentine chasing the cat.

You know how she is.

Always running after the cat.

Try to it with Mastoc. You'll see.

I can't. This dumbass of Leon forgot to change the battery. I have to sing for her.

To Cl�mentine.

You know she can't stand silence.

It makes her angry. What the...?

Hold on a minute please. I'm back.

Cl�mentine, come here! What are you doing?

I saw you two there! What's wrong with you following these people?

Sorry, it's Cl�mentine who was being kidnapped.

A woman with his kid daughter.

No, I don't know. They had no car.

Anyway they were fishy.

I have to say good-bye. I must take care of the dog's food.

See you later.

Wait, it's too hot.

Hush. I tell you it's too hot.

What does it mean?

There's gasoline everywhere.

You're completely nuts!

Stop this immediately!

It's not syrup, you know that?

You know that?

I warned you! I let the dog out now! Nobody pisses me off in my station! -Sir!

Give me this.

Let's say you're bit nervous. That's all.

Nothing happened. Alright?

Cl�mentine, get down!

Come on.

We put everything in place. We forget everything. Alright?

Daddy, daddy...

Just have to clean it up now. Anyway it won't be long.

I call you tonight. I kiss you strong.

Talking to yourself is not good. You know that?

No, not again! You want a shower? I'm going to cool you my friend!

I'm going to cool you ! -It's nothing, it's nothing!

It's not good.

It's not good at all.

You must learn to stop sometimes.

And it will cost you a lot! You saw the counter here?

You always let this dog tied up?

If I had a dog I would never tie him up.

She's tied up now because she's punished.

It's what my daughter said. She had no dog but she wanted one.

She always said...

"He'll be a good dog, daddy. If he's bad

he will be punished." -Never liked that shitty gear...

Your daughter is right. You need to take care of your dog. You'll see.

Sorry.

My wife too...

Your wife likes dogs too? -Yes.

But it's too late now. She left.

She left?

She really really left?

Yep.

Would you like to drink something?

Something to cheer you up?

Why not?

Wait. I'm getting a bottle.

You'll see Cl�mentine in the same time.

Hello? Yes, it's me.

Hurry up because I have a customer waiting.

A Jaguar, yes. Why?

Well if he watched you it's because

he's a little bit upset. His wife left.

But he likes dogs. I will calm him down.

It will be fine. I must leave you now. Good bye.

Let's go.

You soaked your trench-coat?

You can't be left alone two minutes!

And you, get outta of here! Your paws will be all dirty

and I'll have to clean them again!

You know this shit burns the skin?

You should take off your trench.

Let's cheer up.

So you wanted to play me the smoking bonze trick?

It's not China here. You're in Normandy.

Cheers!

You're quite friendly. It's too bad.

What is too bad?

You have no ring, you're not married...

Well, I can do without both.

You sure you don't want to take off your trench?

I would like that you hear his voice.

Whose voice? -My woman's voice.

Please indulge me. We get in the car and listen to the tape. You will hear her voice.

If it can help you...

Great!

Antoine?

Antoine, it's me. You're with Amanda?

I call you my darling to tell we're leaving now because we have to make a stop at the garage first.

Your mother tells the tires must be changed. You know how she is.

Anyway, I'll have them checked. We're on the road to the sea.

I kiss you my darling.

Daddy, daddy, I kiss you too. -Well, Juliette kiss you too.

I'll call you tonight. I kiss you strong. Good bye.

It was the last time she talked to me.

Then it was over.

Too late.

Too late for everyone.

No! Stop toying with your lighter please!

I do everything I can to help you. And there's no reason they won't come back.

There's no reason? You're sitted on it, fat fuck.

What? -What?

The newspaper under your ass. You see?

A broken car bursts into flame in Beaune.

The cops called me earlier.

They said it was the tires giving out.

New tires. We bought this brand.

It's unfair.

Stop it! Shit! You're unfair!

It's not fair for them. -That's life.

I only sell these tires! I want to get out! I want to get out!

It's fate. It fell on her and now it's me falling on you.

I don't give a shit about fate! I want to get out!

I want to get out!

There! There they are! It's not my fault!

It's not my fault! I want to get out!

Hop! Good bye lighter.

I wasn't smoking

but now it's definitive.

Really Jean-Claude, you didn't have to.

Well, your story was so upsetting that...

You're nice.

You heard this, she said you're nice.

It's well worth a 150 bucks lighter, right?

Come on old pal, go ahead!

Say, you're free tonight?

We could have a snack somewhere? -I don't know.

It's me inviting of course.

It's difficult tonight. I have stuff to do and I must get home early.

A Chinese restaurant is not tempting you? Everything you want but a Chinese restaurant!

Cops made a raid in the chinese restaurant in front of my apartment. You know what they found in the cellar?

No. Rats? -A corpse!

A corpse?

Let's forget the chinese. A Libanese then? -Not a Lebanese!

My best friend ended at the hospital with a peritonitis,

a stomach perforation and a stomach washing.

She stayed in hospital two months with perfusion. -With perfusion? A couscous then?

She's not fun. What kind of safe food could I suggest?

A pizza?

You don't like pizza?

If you had been through what one of my brother's friends went through you would not even ask.

What have your brother's friend been through?

Dear listeners.

I'm Professor Sangor.

Every day I will tell you the story of a famous criminal.

You will have the opportunity to relive in a thrilling realistic way

the atrocities commited by these bloody monsters.

And never forget, dear listeners...

that at any time in your life you can meet one of these devilish maniac,

perverted sadist,

ready to cut you in pieces, to put you through the grinder,

to transform you into the main dish!

Nobody's safe, not even you!

Today, I'll introduce you the first of our serial-killers, Rocco!

The new year's Eve butcher!

Every year on the day after midnight supper

a half-dozen victims were discovered in shreds.

Not mentioning the victims that were never discovered probably buried in vile hideouts.

A quarter to midnight.

Mark Tremble and Cynthia Fergusson vanished from the new year's eve parade.

They came in the nearby woods to find a little intimacy.

A few steps from them, Rocco, the carnivorous monster,

is ready to come on stage armed with his favorite chainsaw.

What's that noise? Someone's coming? -It's nothing, come on.

Mark, I'm afraid. -Come on Cynthia, let's go further in the woods.

But I'm afraid for my life, Mark! -Who cares, come on.

No please. I have a bad feeling!

Such a lovely music for this lover of expeditious requiems!

Cynthhhiiiaaa!

Ten to midnight.

And less than 10 seconds to live for John Barry alone in the kitchen of his restaurant.

Through the opened door, Rocco

dribbles and salivates at the idea of cooking the delicious John Barry!

No need to point out that Rocco belongs to the private club of cannibal killers.

Suddenly Barry hears a strange noise. He sees Rocco rushing right over him!

Rocco always started by peeling the fingers,

cutting up the back,

then boiling the foot and crushing the eyes.

Yummy yummy!

And finally cutting off the head!

Five to midnight. Rocco races like hell

chased by every state trooper's car!

The mad car rushes like a missile through the new year's parade killing randomly the panicked pedestrians!

Once again Rocco escapes the police.

Only Jerry Gallaghan of the mounted police is still on Rocco's heels.

Jerry Gallaghan overtakes Rocco and cuts off the road.

Dog meat. That's what Lt Jerry Gallaghan looks like now.

Midnight!

Still one last victim to ease the ferocious apetite of...Rocco!

Would you like to take a part in our little show?

So, what am I serving her? Crawfish tails? Come on, there's a limit.

Ham pancakes. I'm sure she likes that.

OK, Crawfish tails. Let's go crazy!

Hot meals coming!

Duh! What are you doing?

I don't want to start a fire.

There were seventeen dead people in a building fire in Toulouse last week.

I didn't know.

Thank you.

Cheers!

Jean-Claude, I want everything to be clear between us.

I'm glad to have dinner with you but I don't want you to imagine things.

It's not in my habits to stay at a man's apartment the first night.

Come on Sandra, it's nothing more than a dinner between two good friends.

If you want I can call a cab after dinner or I can drive you home.

Well, what now?

I try my luck or I don't? Not now, maybe at the dessert.

Although knowing myself... I won't dare later.

Better try my luck now.

Anyway...At worst she'll refuse.

Shit! I say my piece now.

Do you love...hmm... do you like the countryside?

Yes.

Well, I mean the real country with green everywhere, annoying bugs and bees.

The campaign that stinks a little.

Yes, I like that kind of country. Why do you ask?

Just to talk.

Well, I just have this idea...

Tomorrow is sunday. We could go to the country.

To take a breath of fresh air.

We could go together on the road.

Both of us.

Nature, birds, we would make a stop in an inn not too expensive...

Away from city stress.

A strike of fancy never did any harm to anyone.

The unexpected is the salt of life.

Listen, you're cute...

I have nothing against this kind of outdoor walk

but it reminds me of a dream that my best friend made.

If you really want to blacken us with smoke you should try the car-lighter.

It's dead as all the rest in your car.

It's wrong. It works fine. Look.

You push softly and then you pull it.

Push, pull, push, pull... It doesn't remind you anything?

Slow down, Jean, or you gonna miss our turn. To the right!

Beware!

The old cunt!

Where you're going?

Leave me alone. -Come on, it's over.

Stop being so nervous. -Leave me alone. You could have us killed!

Come on. Relax and breath. Okay?

Well, you're not hurt, right? So where's the problem?

There's no problem. I just don't want to go back with you. That's all.

Take me back there. -Okay, okay.

Are you trying to fool me?

Sorry? -Please don't try to fool me. Right?

Calm down please.

I know very well why you want to get back there.

You want to be with your "great friend" Vincent. Right?

The delicious and preventive Vincent.

With his mouth full of shining teeth. Motherfucker!

Please, you just become ridiculous.

It's ugly that it turns out so bad between us.

If you only said something as simple as "Jean, it's over"

It's easy, look at my mouth. Why are you laughing?

It's easy. Look..."Jean, it's over".

Jean, it's over. -You see, it's not too hard.

I'd rather be banged by your pals.

You think it's funny, you like that. Hurting me.

You think I didn't notice your flirt during lunch?

Aren't you fed up turning in circle? -Hey, lower your voice, right?

He spent the whole time watching your tits and ass.

The filthy pig!

My darling, I have a hard time saying this but you behaved like a dirty slut.

And you know why? -No. A cat got my tongue.

Because you're a dirty slut.

It seems to get worse. You become more and more crazy.

Gone like you're gone you will soon need a good autopsy.

You should be examined promptly by a very good psychiatrist.

A very, very, very good psychiatrist.

Why? Not being blind can be cured? -Yes. Especially when you have a poor eyesight.

Beware! -The old fool!

What the hell are we doing here? -Sorry?

It's the same crossroad we passed earlier.

We're back exactly at the same spot!

It can't be! It's impossible. Right, Sophie?

Come on, say something! -Relax please.

I don't mean what I said. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for all I said.

No. I'm deeply sorry. No wait, I have better.

Would you please accept my apologies?

My lame-ass excuses. Happy now?

Stop it. You become more and more ridiculous.

You're angry? Come on, don't deny it. You're pissed off. You saw your face?

Look at yourself.

Holy cow! You have great empty eyes!

Did you sleep with him?

So there's no more love between us?

Jean, it's over.

I'd rather be screwed by your pals. -Come on, you're not funny.

We're adults, right?

You have faith in me, no? I can understand you.

Sometimes it happens that couples... -Aren't you fed up turning in circle?

Don't you understand that I love you?

You know...

the loving glance in your eye, it's over, it's finished and it really hurts.

You see what I mean? -No. A cat got my tongue.

A cat got my tongue...

A cat got my tongue?

A cat got my tongue!

Wait! We already passed through here.

It's not possible, Sophie. I'm dreaming or what?

It seems to get worse.

You become more and more crazy.

You should be examined promptly by a ...

Very good psychiatrist? -A very, very, very good psychiatrist.

Shit! I'm losing my marbles!

Beware!

Sophie my darling, I have the strong feeling that...

we're in deep, deep shit.

There's no problem. I don't want to go back with you. That's all. Get me back there.

Get you back where?

I can get you anywhere you want. I don't know...

What I'm saying now? I'm delirious. -Sorry?

I mean I...I'm having hallucinations.

Tell me I'm not the only one losing my mind, please Sophie? -Calm down.

Well. Let's take stock of the question. I'm clearly not crazy.

I took no turn so I can't be here. So she can't be here neither.

Conclusion, I'm not crazy. And if I'm not crazy...

Please, you're more and more ridiculous.

What were we talking about already? Vincent, that's it, very interesting. And what was she saying already?

Jean...it's over.

I'd rather...-Be screwed by my pals! I know, I know. But please...

Don't you like it here with the beautiful light and the sun. Isn't it great?

Aren't you fed up turning in circle? -Yeah right, I'm fed up. That's for sure.

Can you give me advice? -A cat got my tongue.

I fuckin' hate cats. Man, it's brillant!

I fell right in the middle of the twilight zone!

It seems to get worse.

You're more and more crazy. Gone like you're gone...

Hey, look, what if I raised one hand?

You should be promptly examined by a very good psychiatrist.

Now both hands! -A very, very, very good psychiatrist.

With my eyes closed now! Nothing can happen now.

I'm sleeping and I'll be awake soon.

Especially when you have such a poor eyesight.

Enough now! Come on! Wake up man!

Shit! Wake up!

Beware!

Sophie?

You're sleeping?

It's over now.

It's over now, right? It's over.

Don't you feel better now?

Calm down.

Calm down, please.

Would you have coton? -You can call me Jean-Claude.

If you want. Jean-Claude, do you have coton?

I don't know. Look in the closet.

Where are the clean towels? -In the laundry bag.

She can come as she wants. Naked, dressed, it's fine with me...

It's fine with me. No problem. I've seen others before her.

It's not possible...

I think it's time to relax a bit...

Are you normal at least? -Huh?

Are you normal?

Nothing special? A secret sexual perversion?

A particular fantasy?

No I'm straight. A chinese massage once a week.

I like one on one too...I'm normal...

I'm heterosexual.

Don't joke! I'm serious!

Oh no, not another weird story!

Shit! She still has something to say!

No, I don't smoke.

What are we doing next?

We go up? -Yes, I'd like that.

Don't worry pal, it's gonna pay soon!

Shut the fuck up!

Stop it! Come on!

Come in. Make yourself at home.

Don't mind the mess. -It's very nice here!

You want a drink? -Yep. What do you have?

Tequila, Whisky, Porto, a rest of Brandy and beer in the fridge...

What are you doing?

You see, it's a Pierre Cardin jacket.

Crocodile skin.

Classy, no?

I don't ask you what you wear? I ask you what you're doing now?

Guess what? I take off my clothes.

I see. You think you're gonna fuck me so easily?

Of course not! But I thought we were on the same wavelength.

You snap your fingers and I open my legs. That's what you think?

Who do you think am I?

My jacket! -Get out!

Alright.

I'm a bad girl, huh? I'm a bad girl?

I'm sorry. That's the way I am. I can't help it! I'm a bad girl!

I'm a bad girl!

I'm a bad girl you know.

So bad...

I understand!

I'll do everything you want. Just ask.

Everything? -Yeah everything.

I take off your clothes first. -Tear up my clothes.

Go on, tear 'em up! Tear up everything!

Shit, I can't. -Tear 'em up!

Your bra! -Yes, do it!

Did you hurt yourself?

What are you doing? -We make love!

You think it's enough to satisfy me?

Sir will blow some steam and then take a nap.

I need a lot more than that my little duck.

I need way more! -Wait, I don't get it.

You don't get it?

And now? You get it now? You get it now?

Oh, I'm sorry my bunny.

I'm sorry. I'm so bad.

I told you I was a bad girl.

It means I must be punished.

You get it? I'm bad.

I must be punished.

Look. We're going to do something else. I stand here on the bed.

You come on my knees. Come.

Come here. That's it.

And now you slap me.

Come on. You slap me and you insult me.

Go on.

Slut.

Bitch.

Dirty slut. -You already said it.

Big cow.

Dirty dog. -That's it.

Dirty dog. -Fuck! Enough playing!

I want you to hit me! Do you understand? I want you to hit me and to hurt me!

Stop it!

Now! Now I don't agree!

You don't get it? You want me to explain?

I like brutality. I like to suffer.

To be dominated, humiliated, soiled.

To be a thing in the hands of a man, a real man.

It's clear now?

Well...

We'll do a simple thing now.

Get me a cigarette.

I will lie flat on my face

and you will burn my back with a cigarette.

I don't smoke. -Well, exceptionnaly today you smoke!

And you'll burn my body!

My carpet! You're so dumb, you fuckin cunt, and you're such a sissy!

You want me to do things to you or you don't? -I don't know...

I can do things on you if you want.

I can do crazy things on you!

Things you never imagined! -Nice...

You want to?

You have to force me to do theses things, right?

It's not complicated.

How shall I force you to do things? -With this.

My throat and catch my hair with your other hand! Catch my hair with your other hand!

Go on, ask me everything you want.

Ask me to bend slowly down your body.

You will ask me to open your fly with my teeth. But I won't be fast enough so you will be very very pissed off.

And you will pull my face against your dick.

So I will be forced to swallow it. You want that?

Yes. -I'm going to swallow you.

Stop this fucking racket now! -I bleed, I bleed!

It hurts, it burns, it stings! I bleed, I bleed, I bleed!

Call a doctor. I bleed, I bleed! It hurts, it burns!

Of course it hurts.

Can you do it or can't you do it? -I can do it. Shit, I'm a man after all.

It's not a big deal if you can't. We leave as good friends and so long.

I satisfied a hundred girls before you. You're not the first one asking me this kind of stuff.

Okay then. Let's say you can do it. Alright my bunny?

Except now we'll have some rules. You see what I mean?

Give me a little bandage please.

You will dominate me.

A little bandage. -You will soil me.

You will treat me like the worst slut. Alright?

Yes. -Yes who? -Yes dirty whore. -That's it. You see it's not complicated.

It's okay now. You will be healed by tomorrow.

Wait! Where you're going?

Listen. I'm not feeling well. We'll see tomorrow, right? -Not at all!

You will follow me!

Open it.

It doesn't hurt!

I tell you I feel nothing!

It's not possible! I'm your slave. So hit me, hit me hard!

Don't you understand?

Do I have to sing to make you understand?

I tell you to hit me, to hit me hard!

You want me to show you? To show you what it means to hit hard?

Like this! You see?

Like this! I hit you!

I hit you! Like this!

What's wrong? You feel bad?

Not at all, I'm perfectly alright. What do we do now?

You will cut my back with the knife. You will pierce my cheek with the borer.

You will put the screwdriver through my leg and crush my fingers with the nut-breaker.

And burn my buttocks with the blowtorch. But right now...

You will just twist the end of my tits with the tongs.

I see...

Let's go.

Ouch.

Come, come here...

You'll see. I'll pour it all over your belly.

Come on darling! I'm so bad! I want to be punished all night long.

Don't you have a glove to carry the pan?

Of course I have no glove!

It's hot, it's so hot!

My brand new wallpaper.

My wall!

You're dumb, you're really dumb!

You're the the most whacked of the wackos! The most shitty of all shits!

I'm going to break your face man!

I'm fed up being treated like shit! I'm fed up!

I only wanted to get laid like usual!

But I fall on a crazy broad like you! Because you're nothing but a plain crazy broad!

I'm a soft man, tender and sensible!

Fuckin' bitch!

You want to suffer, stupid cunt? You will suffer!

But you must learn something before. You must never break my balls too long.

You went past the limit and now it's too late!

You want some hits? You will have some and more!

I'm not the kind of man you treat like a loser without paying the price!

You will scream of pain! You will ask mercy, believe me!

Men like me, you won't meet another one soon!

I'm gonna make you scream in pain!

Scream in pain! Scream in pain!

It's not over. It will last all night long!

Come on, move your ass!

What's wrong?

I'm tired.

Don't stop! It's so good!

You weigh a ton!

Don't leave me waiting like this. It's not possible.

Wait. I have an idea.

I will tie the chain to the bed's foot.

No. Don't do this.

Let me do it.

Don't do this!

I'm going to kill him! -Stop that fuckin' racket now!

She's totally crazy, a complete whacko.

Shit, my car radio.

Hello.

You're a loser, a little fagot. You don't understand a woman.

Take your clothes and get out. Scram!

My Pierre Cardin jacket...

My flannen trousers...

My shirt...

Dirty whore! You will pay for this!

Stop! No! No!

It's good, it's so good. Don't leave me.

Don't ever leave me.

Ever...

I knew it since the start...

It had to happen.

It's not so serious. -Of course it's serious.

No, it's not serious.

-I have a friend...-I don't care about your friend. You tell me weird stories since the start. How do you want me to focus?

Where are you going? -Listen Jean-Claude.

I have nothing against nonsense but with you it's a bit too much. First you smoke.

We're in a free country but no way with me.

And did you get a look at your bathroom?

Did you get a good look? It's a real nightmare.

Towels are all dirty and you don't have coton!

And I could go on with the dinner. It stinked too.

The crawfish was still frozen

and the wine tasted like vinegar!

And now Sir has a failure.

It's a bit too much on any day but when it's my birthday I just say no!

Don't talk about birthdays! Neve talk about birthdays to me!

Never talk about birthdays again to me.

What's wrong with you?

It's just that me too I have stories to tell.

So listen well to this one.

"The fire that broke out this morning continues to gain ground. Two additional Canadair are expected on site.

According to preliminary estimates it could be arson."

It's pointless to make hole in saussages. -What do you mean?

It's pointless because your saussages are disgusting anyway.

Mr rebels now! What's wrong with you?

Dad, I'd like to say something to you. -What?

Mathilde. -What about her?

She calls me a snake with glasses all the time. -It's a nice name, don't you think?

You see, you laugh at me too. -Mathilde...

Go fetch Jean-Paul for the gift. -I want you to buy me contact lenses.

We're not going to buy you contact lenses. You already have glasses.

Mum calls you for the surprise.

Come on. You'll manage to carry it, both of you?

Yes but it's heavy. -What's inside?

A nice outfit. He will look nice wearing it. -What kind of outfit?

A frogman outfit. Dad will transform himself in a frog.

But it's stupid? Why would he do that? -Stop asking silly questions.

Happy birthday...

Nothing is missing!

Nothing is missing. It's the complete Captain Cousteau's outfit!

It gives me great pleasure children.

I'll be able to fly to the moon with this outfit. -Silly, it's to go into water.

I was joking.

You can go and swim with dolphins.

Look, there's a dagger! -Don't touch it.

It gives me great great pleasure

and I know who got the idea.

Well, let's eat and we'll try it just after. Alright?

Why don't you try it now?

Saussages are not cooked and it's risky to go swimming after lunch.

You want Dad to try his gift right away, don't you children?

Oh yes, oh yes! -Well alright.

Let's go right now.

You accompany me to the dock children? Come on then. Come on.

What do you want me to bring you back as a souvenir from the bottom of the sea?

A starfish. No. A dolphin baby. -A dolphin baby?

Me, I'd like a treasure. -A giant turtle. -That's all?

Yes, that's all.

Well, let's go and see you later.

And mummy?

You're alright my big fish? You're cool?

You're warm and cosy in your aquarium?

Stop playing with this fork! You'll burn yourself. -Daddy asked me to take care of the saussages.

Mummy, it's for you, it's a man. -Give me this and scram!

Sea eagle to little mermaid. Fishing is open. I repeat. Fishing is open.

Already? -Yes. Wait, Someone wants to talk to you.

Hey Cousteau, it's your wife! You take the call?

You see, he plays like crazy. I'm sure he appreciates very much your little gift.

Time to get serious.

Happy birthday my big fish!

To us the good life! To us the good life!

We will be able to love like crazy my little darling!

(Inaudible)

Hello? Hello?

You hear me?

Hello? You hear me? -Yes, I'm with the children.

The children?

They don't know? -Of course they don't know.

Wait. Where are they now?

In the house. -In the house?

When it's so sunny outside? But it's criminal!

Tell them it's time to go swimming. I'm on my way to take them!

The lady's dress get caught in the BBQ's grill.

She burned completely amongst the saussages.

Learning the news, the Sea Eagle became mad with grief

and crashed his plane to the ground in a gigantic explosion.

His body was never recovered.

And then?

The children...

The children were the only survivors.

Their lives were shattered.

From orphan to orphan.

From foster parents to foster parents.

Loneliness, always loneliness.

The little boy...

it was me.

My god...

And the dog?

What dog?

Bobby, your mother's dog, the tyke?

Bobby? Bobby?

Bobby...well, I think he lived through the disaster.

Why are you wearing gloves? -Time to wash the dishes.

It reminds me of something happening to a friend...

Fuck the shut up!

It's alright. It still works.

A 150 bucks lighter. It would hurt!

Besides with my fingerprints ...

Be careful Jean-Claude. You become paranoid.

A small cigarette break will make you the most good.

I shouldn't have strangled her. She was beautiful, really beautiful.

Okay, she's the type to yell in the kitchen and cry in the bedroom

but she was really beautiful.

So beautiful.

I could have married with her and have children. Especially daughters...

Why did she piss me off? She shouldn't have! I answer for anything when someone bugs me!

I don't like to fight but I'm great on defense.

In addition she was bad luck.

I slipped on the soap, she ran away down the stairs, I had to stifle her with lobster tails.

More beautiful they are the more they are bad luck.

Oh la la...

I really become paranoid.

Come on Jean-Claude, walk straight ahead

and don't attract attention.

You know that sometimes there are people watching you while you go out of the movie.

Hey Cousteau, It's your wife! You take the call?