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- You okay? - Yeah, you?

- Hurry, we'll miss him. - What's wrong with you girls?

WHAT'S ON

Shit, Paul Newman!

Redford for you.

Newman for me.

Hey, you there. Girls!

Redford's such a stud.

- Can you see her? - She's there.

- So? - Hey.

What's this?

Quick. We shouldn't hang around.

Oy, young ladies! My hat!

There she is.

So then?

Quick, move it!

- So? - He's still there.

- Did you talk to him? - No.

That's his car.

He's there.

He dumped you for her?

Come on. Let's go.

He's coming.

Those two little shits.

- Two plus two is four. - Think it's funny, bitch?

That was brave.

You're right. We weren't meant to be.

- She's an elephant. - Well then.

All's well that ends well.

Right, that's sorted.

- Definitely. - Right, should we go?

- Tails, Annie and Betty. - Fine with me. I should avoid the metro.

- Don't start until we're inside. - No cheating.

Of course not. Don't worry. Go on.

- Right, ready? - Come on, Betty.

One, two, three, go!

Nee-naw, nee-naw.

Do you always drive like this? You could lose your license.

That won't be an issue. I don't have one.

I see.

He's gonna fall. Quick!

Watch out, sir.

Watch it!

Hello?

Yes.

It's someone called Anne-Marie.

He's not here.

Yes.

I'll pass it on.

She says she's called you 20 times.

You're a bastard but still her big teddy bear.

Not sure he cares.

Goodbye.

You're hard on women.

I'm not. I'm too nice.

Wouldn't want to be your girl.

Having fun there?

- No, we had a crash. - What?

- The girls crashed into me. - Stop the siren. What?

- We're going to the hospital. - Shush!

- The girls had a bad moped crash. - What girls?

- The moped. - What moped?

Got your license?

- Hey. - Hey. You good?

- That's my moped. - Look!

No way.

Hey.

- Hey, did you cheat? - You cheated.

No, we won.

- I don't believe it. - Come on.

- We left before you. - No, we won.

- Open up. We won't eat you. - What's up?

- Can we come in? - No.

We have new entry rules.

You need to pay now.

No, no. No bullshit.

How can someone with such blue eyes be so cruel?

Such a lovely voice yet so cruel.

Such feline grace, yet you're a born ladies' man.

Turn around. Trust me.

- Look at those legs! - No!

Move it, strawberry.

"Please, Popaul."

Please, Popaul.

Sure it won't hurt?

- Stay still. It's never killed anyone. - Yeah, but...

Wait!

Like that. It looks good.

Get out, guys. We need to get changed.

Hey. We see naked girls all the time.

Yeah, in magazines. We can imagine what you were doing.

Yeah, because you've never. What do you think of our new name?

"Big fonies"?

- No need to write it so big. We know. - Real nice.

- Is that faux leather? - Real faux leather.

Sorry, but "phony" doesn't start with an F. Get out.

I looked it up. It said F!

- I invented a new move. Wanna dance? - Sure, but not with you.

Are you saying that because Pierrot's black?

Yeah, I'm racist.

Ladies, when can we make love? It's good for your heart.

Sure.

Bitches!

- Getting beat up by chicks now? - No!

- Where's your lipstick? - I don't know. Look.

- Did Paul Newman write to you again? - Drop it.

Don't even dream. You know how old he is?

He's still a great guy. He's a star but he's loyal to his wife.

- You believe that? - It was in Paris Match magazine.

My mom was working on a Concorde the other day.

- She met him. - Did she talk to him?

He asked for a whiskey. Then he slept for the whole flight.

- I'd love to have a mom like that. - You're kidding.

I see her between flights. She's always grumpy and jetlagged.

Did you make my jewelry?

There's a shortage of materials. I'm running low.

Popaul got the cans repaired.

Awesome. Goldmine. We're back in business.

He's replaced it all since your last visit.

Hey, Popaul doesn't scrimp on quality.

What do you think?

- No, Betty. You can't wear that. - Why not? It's nice.

It's see-through and you can see your breasts.

So? They're nice.

No, they're too small.

Do you think they're small?

No, they're adorable.

See.

I said no.

Fine. I'll ask the boys what they think.

No. Stop it, Betty.

- Go away. - I'm serious. José needs a pee.

Really, José? Everyone else back off.

Come on. Close your eyes. Turn around.

I don't believe it.

Doesn't that hurt?

The rest of you can stay out.

No way! What a bitch. That hurt.

Watch out for the step.

Knock when you're done.

Shit!

Hey. Hello.

- Hey, big tits. - That's not nice.

...two guys, 'cause I don't like stuff like that.

Nice color. Transparent too.

- Got my hat? - Here you go.

I wanted a cop hat.

- Higher the risk, higher the cost. - And my bracelet?

- I'm getting more supplies soon. - Come on. We found a table.

Hey, girls.

- Hi, Bernard. - Hi, Bernard.

Look at your hair. Awesome.

The chain!

I've never seen him like this before.

- This is for you. - Could've asked for ice.

- Watch out, Bernard. - What?

Any closer and you'd be sitting down.

- Who's dancing with me? - Our friend couldn't come. She's sick.

What's up with her?

The doctors have been asking questions after last time.

Well done.

Filtered. How fancy.

You could ask.

Jeez, they're not yours.

- Got a lighter though? - Yeah.

Oh, my bad. It's out.

Nice.

Girls, come on. Pierrot's got a new move.

- Let's go. - No.

- Stay. It's your turn to watch our bags. - Don't worry. I'll stay with you.

Why didn't you go?

Dancing isn't my thing.

- But look at you, Travolta. - I've never been able to dance though.

This guy's crazy.

They're Betty's skates.

He's gonna face-plant!

Hey, Betty. Could you do me a favor?

Go on.

Could you tell Suzanne I love her?

You love her?

I love two things in life.

My boots and your sister.

My sister dreams of marrying a doctor.

- Right. - Like in the adverts.

- Young. - Okay.

Cultured, rich, loves kids, music. You know, the future.

You know Travolta?

When he was 18, he was a loser at parties.

Couldn't even slow dance.

Now, his parents are multimillionaires. He's a multimillionaire too.

What I'm saying is I could win the contest too.

Start training then.

Go on. I'm telling you. Good luck. Go!

Please. Thanks.

Suzanne? Yoo-hoo, Suzanne?

It's me.

Hey, doll.

They don't give a fuck.

- Aren't you gonna dance? - It's my turn to watch the bags.

You've got a nerve.

You've got a stain, look.

Look. I swear. You've got a stain.

I told you to leave my sister alone.

What? I was reciting the final scene of Gone with the Wind.

She hasn't seen it. I showed her.

If you touch her, there'll be hell to pay.

Not gonna fight, are you?

Hold me back, girls. I'm gonna crush him.

- He was asking for it. - Gonna crush me?

- Hold me back, girls. - We've got you, Bernard.

I'll smash your pathetic little face in.

- Pierrot's broken his leg! - Poor Pierrot!

We can't leave him like this.

Come on. Help him.

We could call my friend at the factory who wanted to be a doctor.

It's fine. Don't worry.

The contest is in a few days. He could have won.

This place is dangerous. Three accidents in two weeks!

Let me through.

What a blow. He was the best.

Hey, Suzanne. Do you like travelling?

Yeah, why?

Well, first prize is a 15-day trip to Hollywood.

It's sponsored by the brand Adolphe Lafont.

So if I win the contest, will you come with me?

To win the dance contest, you have to be the best dancer.

Hey, kid. You won't get away with it next time.

SUZANNE IS A VIRGIN WHORE

Was it good?

Listening behind doors now?

Well, I'm going home. Bye.

Bye.

What time is it?

Five.

Sure I can't take you?

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Wow, what a car.

It's my dad's. He's home. He must have lost at poker.

Open the door for me. I'm gonna be in deep trouble.

Right, my taxi's here.

See you at 12 at college.

- Okay, bye. - Don't forget.

Hey, you there. That's enough.

I'll call the cops if you set foot in here again.

I don't believe it.

You idiot.

Hey, look.

Are you trying to wake him up?

Unbelievable.

Time for bed.

- There you are. - Yeah. Hey, Dad.

Are you coming or going?

- I'm going to work. - At this hour?

We're starting two hours earlier. We need to make up for the strike.

"Make up for the strike."

You can push the car then. The bitch won't start for some reason.

Damn it.

Catherine.

Look, it's wonderful.

- Recognize it? - Yeah, Au clair de la lune.

- Yes. - What's this piano?

What do you think? It's a present from Georges.

- Aren't you scared of waking him? - I've always wanted a piano.

He did a removal this afternoon. A divorcé.

He got rid of everything. He found lots of wonderful things. Look.

- This clock from the 18th century. - Cool.

Sorry, I have to get ready.

- Where are you going? - Work.

Already?

Yes.

There was a big storm over the Atlantic last night.

Awful turbulence during dinner. Food everywhere.

I hate storms.

The job's hard enough as it is.

- Mom? - Yes?

You're very beautiful.

If you say so.

You didn't even ask why I'm back so late.

My dad never asked me.

He'd beat me.

So...

Some idiot dropped off Betty's satchel last night.

Really?

The hobo had the cheek to ask for your crazy friend Annie's address.

Did you give him it?

It's too funny.

The route I gave him will ruin the axles on his shitty car.

The schmuck.

Next time that girl forgets her satchel, you'll get a slap.

Give me a kiss.

My canisters.

Bruno.

Bruno, my gas canisters.

What time is it?

- How can I weld my jewelry? - Ah, yes.

I swapped them for something cool.

- Again? - No.

- Look. - This is hopeless.

Designer loudspeaker. Awesome record player.

No? Fine.

Hear me out. I found work.

Marketing manager at IBM.

7,000 francs a month in Zaire.

7,000 francs a month plus expenses, a driver for all your heavy baggage.

No, you idiot. You're the one with the heavy baggage.

- You'll have to speak English. - As it happens...

Look.

Assimil English course.

See?

Right, Bruno. Do you love me?

Okay. Then leave.

We've had six incredible months together.

Especially for you.

Now it's over. I'm not messing around anymore.

You don't want me anymore?

- It's over, sorry. - Oh, well then.

- Wanna grab dinner tonight? - Sure...

Hey, if you come with me to Zaire...

You can sleep at night.

Warning.

- Hello. This is for you. - What are you doing here?

Cool, hey? I made it myself. I raided the entire fridge.

What happened to you?

My eye? It's nothing. If you saw what I did to Jérôme...

He left in pieces.

Hey, Suzanne.

Last night, I dreamed I asked you out to the movies.

And you said yes.

Do you want to go tomorrow? Is it a yes?

Hey, Don Juan. Look where you're going.

You'll end up with a roll in your other eye.

Like this morning.

"If you saw what I did to Jérôme..."

Hello, Faculty of Science? Hello, ma'am. Stay on the line.

Hello, Mr. President. There's someone on line three.

Hello, Faculty of Science?

Yes, sir. Stay on the line.

Shit.

No, sorry. That wasn't to you. Oh, sorry, ma'am.

- Can you sort this, please? - What have you done now?

Hello. Yes, sir. Don't worry. We had a minor issue.

I'll transfer you now.

- Can you cover for me? - Again?

All right.

- Have you got a lighter? - Yes.

- Thanks. What were you studying? - Math.

See you later. Don't forget my math paper.

Do you know her?

- Can you take me? - What about your stuff?

We can pick it up.

What are you playing at?

- Protesting. - Still believe in that stuff?

We have to do something. The Moluccans are being exterminated.

Do something. Take a leaflet.

The protest is tomorrow, not today.

- Tomorrow? Isn't it Tuesday? - It's Monday.

It's Monday? Shit, shit, shit.

- Give us the keys. We'll set you free. - I threw them away to annoy the cops.

You're on your own then.

Despicable! Still coming to the protest tomorrow?

Doubt it. I have an exam in 15 days.

I'm fed up of protesting alone. Take one.

Aren't you bored of studying?

Degrees are useless these days.

My family cares about degrees.

- Zero in math. I'm gonna get killed. - Just say you forgot your satchel.

Some idiot dropped it off this morning.

- How many sums did the old bag give you? - The entire page.

- What is it? - Protest tomorrow about Moluccans.

- For or against them? - I don't know. Read it.

Are you insane?

Hey, doll.

It's Jérôme, the movie guy.

Takes a genius to get you on your own.

He's not bad. Go on.

Wanna grab a drink?

I can't. I'm exhausted.

Watch it. You'll end up as a spinster like your sister.

I have English tomorrow.

Do you need English to work behind a sewing machine?

It makes my dad happy.

Don't you wanna watch a movie?

- I've seen the one you're showing. - You'll see.

It's different up in the booth. It's like you're controlling the actors.

- See you. - Hey, Jérôme.

Did you come just to see me?

I'm gonna get going.

Bye.

Is he your boyfriend?

Yeah.

- Is he good in bed? - What?

- Just look at that fake. - Royal pair. Another royal pair.

Ten bonus points.

Dad, you owe me five francs. Ten including yesterday's.

Talking of math, let me see.

Right.

What's this tangled mess?

I want to see your math. Why did you get zero?

That's what it is, Dad.

What? Think I'm a fool? Where are the numbers?

There aren't any numbers or fractions.

It's a construction. There aren't any numbers.

Are you telling me what math is? I'm not an idiot.

I went to school too.

I'm breaking my back to...

to pay for your studies and you bring me colorful doodles.

To hell with that. Go get your real notebook.

Enough of your bullshit. Oh, sorry.

Look what he did to my notebook.

- You know how he is. - It's ruined.

You know...

Bernard?

What about Bernard?

What is he to you?

I don't know. A friend.

Is he good in bed?

Go on. Lift your leg.

- Hey, Bernard. Hope I'm not too late. - No.

- Here, look. - Thank you. How sweet.

Hi, Bernard.

- Hi, Bernard. - Why are they here?

That wasn't the plan. No!

Thank you, Bernard.

- Should we go inside? - No.

I saw a clip on TV. It looks really boring.

Wait for us by the exit then. Let's go.

I could watch this movie 100 times.

The final shots of the ocean are incredible.

Yeah, like...

With all the seagulls.

There aren't even any naked chicks.

- I thought we were going together. - We are. All together.

- Hurry up. - "Together" my ass.

- No. - Isn't it that way?

Quick, hurry up.

What are we doing here?

- You get to use the stage door. - Enter backwards.

- Backwards! - Backwards! Enter backwards.

Careful. We're on CCTV.

Behind the camera, Bernard.

God, I hope they couldn't see us.

- Hear the music? It's Dime. - Oh, yeah.

Don't put yourself out, girls.

Want an ice cream while you're at it?

No, you don't have the flavor we like.

Hey, I thought you'd already seen it.

Is that you, Pierre?

Pierre?

Who are you?

Don't move. She's not from this world.

Go away.

Go away.

Go away!

Hey.

You into young girls now?

Scared I'll lower the average age?

Don't be like that.

You know you have cute breasts?

You're mean.

You know what they're like? Two little apples.

- Your movie was so stupid. - Oh, come on.

If I killed myself every time I was rejected, we'd never get anywhere.

What are we doing then?

- I'm off because... - You've got an exam in 15 days.

Exactly.

- Bye. - Shall we go?

I forgot to ask Catherine something. I'll catch you up.

- Catherine, can I speak to you? - What do you want?

Sorry, sir. Come here.

What's the matter?

That guy. Do you love him?

What?

Do you love him?

Tell me. It's really important.

- Do you love him? - Come on.

Gonna do what you did with Bambi?

Tell me.

When you want to meet a boy, it means you love him, right?

And everything we do out of love is good, right?

- Yeah, of course. - Thank you.

- Shall we go? - No, I'm going home.

What are you doing? Aren't you with your crazy friends?

I don't need a chaperone.

I heard your 500 is shit.

What? That's not nice. My bike's a beast.

Want me to show you?

Not now.

Maybe one day if you have a helmet for me.

See you.

I can get a helmet.

Does a girl called Annie live here?

Yeah, but she just left.

- Could I leave this with someone? - Sure, sure.

I'm counting on you.

Sure. Who's it from?

A friend. She'll know who.

- Bye then. - Thanks.

A friend... Who is this guy?

Peter Jenkins.

- Can I help? - No.

Is Peter Jenkins recording here?

Yeah, he'll be finished soon. Should I tell him?

No, don't bother. I'll wait for him outside.

You can stay if you want.

Be right back.

I told you not to make a scene here. Get in the car.

If you have something to say, say it.

We're over.

- You don't want me. You're in love. - With who for God's sake?

The girl who answered the phone.

- Right. I don't even know who she is. - Why was she in your car?

Some stupid bitch crashed into me on her moped.

I couldn't leave her to die.

She answered the phone, caused a scene, hung up.

I don't even know her.

I swear.

Hypocrite.

Fine then. You really want to know?

She's amazing. She doesn't bust my balls.

She makes love like a goddess and doesn't ask questions. Happy?

Stop over there.

You're not fainthearted.

- Like my bike? - Kinda.

Are you kidding? She's great.

- It's pretty here. - Yeah, it's nice.

Put your helmet down.

Take your clothes off.

Was it good?

Too many ants.

You know...

It's my first time.

It's mine too. With you.

How was your first time?

Not great.

His parents came back early.

I was so ashamed. We were in their bed.

No, I mean before, during.

Did he caress you? Say nice things?

It was his first time too.

He wouldn't stop saying sorry. What about you?

Me? There were lots of ants.

Did you bring my pills?

Getting these without a prescription is a pain.

- How much do I owe you? - Forget it.

They're on me this time.

It's funny.

When I walk around, I feel like everyone's looking at me.

- They can see I'm different. - Do I know him?

I don't think so.

You can introduce him.

He's very wild.

- He's not ugly, is he? - No.

He has the eyes I wanted. My favorite color.

Brown hair. Very stylish.

Here, I hope you like it.

How did you know?

Well...

Give them a round of applause!

That was couple number 14.

The 14th couple in the Adolphe Lafont contest.

It's party time!

Get ready for couple number 15.

Catherine and Richard. Give them a round of applause!

They're fantastic.

They're going to dance to a 10cc track.

Go for it!

Well, let me get my notes, so I know what I'm saying.

And now we have couple number 16.

- Suzanne and Bernard. - Go, Bernard!

- Don't worry. I've been training. - A dynamic couple.

This is gonna be good.

- Go on! - Come on!

It's the wrong music.

- Go on! - Come on!

Be right back.

Give it up for Bernard. 4 foot 3, 49 pounds.

Let's give the dancing queen a round of applause!

Why did you do that?

Now it's time for the real pros.

You better watch out. It's Alison and Alain.

Then we have number 18, Betty and Jérôme.

Where's Jérôme?

- Have you seen Jérôme? - He went that way.

I'm looking for Jérôme. Have you seen Jérôme?

- Hey, is Jérôme there? - No.

- Jérôme? - Haven't seen him.

Seen Jérôme?

Seen Jérôme?

Hey... Jérôme.

Sorry, Betty. I've fallen in love. I didn't mean to.

Give them a huge round of applause!

And now, guys and girls,

it's time for number 18, Betty and Jérôme.

Yeah! Betty and Jérôme?

- Dance on your own. Go on, Betty. - Betty and Jérôme?

Betty and Jérôme?

- What should we do? - I don't know.

There she is.

Hey, Betty. Come on.

Give it up for little Betty. She's all on her own.

She's so unhappy, yet so pretty.

So pretty!

And as you'll see, so sexy!

Where's Jérôme?

Go on, girl. This chick ain't cute.

Where is he?

I'm gonna go.

- He's awesome. - Amazing!

Now, according to the rules, you can't change partners

but let's cheer for him anyway!

Hip hip, hooray!

We've been looking for you.

Do you really love Jérôme?

- I don't give a damn about Jérôme. - Then stop sulking.

Love's hard. It's not fair.

- Why does it work for you and not me? - I'm the same.

I just...

pretend.

Hello, it's 5 a.m. Here's the latest news on Europe 1...

Hey, what are you doing up?

Chicken?

No? Fine.

Who won your dance contest?

No one loves me.

- I love you a lot. - You love me a lot?

- You should go to bed, sweetie. - Why haven't you?

Your mom woke me up.

She's getting the presidential Concorde ready.

It's a big deal for her.

She left an hour early, so proud. She even brought me flowers.

I feel sorry for her and her cheap delights.

She'll be cleaning an airplane carpet on all fours.

And she'll be happy.

That's what gets her by. She lives in her dreamworld.

Her dreamworld is too small.

It's too close to reality.

Reality makes me sad.

I told you it always works.

- Sure? - Yeah.

- Have you done it before? - Loads.

Listen. It's easy.

Grate some soap, a bit of rhubarb,

three drops of iodine.

Mix in any kind of hairspray

or window cleaner.

Doesn't matter. It's all the same.

Fill to the top with olive oil.

It'll be bitter, but you can add lemon.

Just hold your nose. In the morning, jump like this.

What? Like this?

No, with your legs like this.

That's it.

Three drops of iodine.

Hairspray.

Olive oil.

Who's been fiddling with the TV?

Look. The screen is sticky.

- Don't throw coffee at it then. - Don't answer me back!

Unbelievable. Just when my ad comes on. Every time.

I'm gonna chuck this thing out the window.

Him and his TV.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Do me a favor and come back later. Thanks.

What's your sister playing at? Is she practicing a new dance?

I don't know.

Her stupid dancing's gonna screw up the TV again.

What's wrong?

Come on.

Here.

What's wrong?

I think I'm pregnant.

Pregnant?

But... I thought you were on the pill.

I forgot it twice in a row.

So the next day, I took three at once. It didn't work.

What's going on?

Nothing. She just ate too much risotto.

Oh, I'll get some baking soda.

Hey, if it turns out to be nothing...

Leave us alone, please.

But if she's just late...

'Cause you're an expert.

Bernard, can you go to the pharmacy?

Ask for a pregnancy test.

Listen...

Of course we've ran out of damn baking soda.

I'll go get some.

Don't bother. She's better.

No, I'll go. I'm not letting risotto kill my daughter.

- How can I help? - Hello.

I was before you.

Yes, but it's urgent.

Sir?

Yes, sir?

Hello, everyone.

- Hello, Mr. Darquier. - Hey! What are you doing here?

Don't you have a pharmacy near you?

This man was here before me. Serve him.

Before you? He's taking me for a fool. He must be sick.

Go on. Serve this jackass.

- What can I get you, young man? - Fine...

I'd like... you know those things that... that... I mean...

Condoms?

No, but...

Yeah...

- Pack of 6? - Pack of 12!

He'll put them all on for extra thickness.

Mr. Darquier.

Sorry.

It's for a girl.

The pill?

- You need a prescription. - But...

The girl doesn't know.

A pen.

Here.

A pregnancy test.

It's for my mom. I don't know what's up with her.

She's craving strawberries.

Will that be all?

Shit. It's positive.

- Sure? - Yes.

Couldn't you take the pills I gave you?

Stop it.

I know what we should do.

Hey, Jérôme.

- What are you doing here? - We're here for Father's Day.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, you're scaring me.

- What have I done? - Betty.

- What? - She's pregnant.

We want a refund!

- Jérôme? - There.

It's a scandal.

Bringing them up now, are you?

- Sorry, but you're fired. - No, sir!

It's not for me. It's for my sister.

Is your sister 18?

Then you'll need your parents' permission.

- But... - We can get it to you tonight.

I mean...

it's a permission form

that her parents must come and sign themselves, here.

What? 4,000 francs?

Can't we pay in installments?

Can you not do installments?

Can't you do anything for 3,000 francs?

No.

Okay.

4,000 or nothing.

4,000 francs. Are you serious? That's a payout, not an advance.

- It's very important. - "Very important."

Everything is.

At most, I can give you a 500-franc advance but that's it.

500 francs?

We're also struggling at the moment.

- Sign here. - I understand.

How much do you need?

4,000 francs?

Right. And is it very important?

Yeah, it's...

I don't want to intrude, but what is it for?

Well...

I want to buy a moped.

I see. At that price?

It must be a good deal. I bet it's very nice.

Take the metro. It'll be a lot cheaper.

Thirty francs.

- Seriously? These singers have retired. - No, they haven't.

Twenty-five then. I'll throw in a real photo of Robert Redford.

He's beautiful.

- I want the scarf too. Okay? - Okay.

Virginie, take the money.

Do you want that?

Fifty francs.

Look. It's beautiful hand-knitted wool.

My mom made it.

Tell her she could've chosen a different shade. It's depressing.

- It hasn't been in for two years. - Precisely.

She died two years ago.

Okay, I'll take it.

- Oh, hello. - Back already?

Yes.

We were waiting for flight 634 but it was diverted to Nairobi.

Commando Mulukwa, apparently. No idea what he wanted.

Look.

I splurged on this. It's pretty.

- What's that? - Nothing.

Is it for me?

Are you in trouble?

It's nice of you to think I might be.

If you sell it, don't get ripped off. It's very beautiful, very rare.

Is that all you have to say?

Can't you tell me off? Can't you ask why I'm in trouble?

But... you've always been free.

I've always let you do what you want.

That's the issue.

Do you really think I can help?

- Hey, what's going on? - None of your business.

Catherine's uncle gave it to her for her 17th birthday.

- He's a collector. - Very, very nice.

- Fifty francs. - Are you crazy?

- It's worth 100 times more. - It doesn't even work.

Please, Ali.

It's for Betty.

She's in deep shit. It will help her.

If it's for Betty, I can do 80 francs tops.

No way. We need a lot more.

I can hear a clock chiming.

From the top.

Kick the girl out.

Sorry.

It wasn't working before.

For Annie. One and two and...

Can you give me more bass?

A bit more. That's it. Leave it.

Hey, Michel.

Aren't you into this stuff?

Not bad.

It's...

Louis XV style.

- Louis XVI. - Yeah.

- How much is this beauty? - 200 francs.

- 500 francs. - You're not messing around.

I just got my car repaired.

No.

500.

Actually, I'll take it.

No, see?

This is C sharp.

Excuse me, sir.

Your friends just called about tonight's dinner.

What should I say?

Tell them it's off. I've decided to invite Annie for dinner.

No, tell them he's coming.

Okay, I'll go.

In any case, we'll have to see each other again.

You need to teach me C sharp

and D flat.

Is that right?

You've got no hope. It's the same thing.

200 francs please. Thanks.

Hey, he didn't pay.

I'll come back.

We still need 600 francs.

We could push the big day back.

If we wait, it'll be too late.

How about another gas station?

We can't steal another attendant outfit. And last time was bad enough.

Do what you want.

I'm not going to jail.

I'll keep it.

I'm sure it's a girl.

I'll work, bring her up.

I'll take her to the market for some fresh air.

Yeah, we'll take her to the market. I always look after the bags anyway.

Damn it! A guy got us into this mess. A guy can get us out.

Gonna take one for the team?

Well, not only will he pay, he won't even see the tip of a breast.

How will you do that?

It's not hard.

We need nice, stylish clothes and the help of your handsome musician.

What the hell will Peter do?

What's your plan? Are you sure it'll work?

Don't worry. Guys are all the same. I'll show you.

I love the smell of your skin.

What's your perfume?

Let me guess.

Now watch out

because he'll try to put his cheek even closer to yours like that.

What should I do?

Just say you don't wear perfume. It's bad for your skin.

They really are stupid.

Now watch out. It's not over.

While they schmooze, they'll focus on making their wiener grow.

Once they've managed that, they're proud as peacocks.

They pull in their belly, arch their back,

and thrust their pelvis like that

so you can feel the sexual emotion you evoke in them.

Your guys are just like the ones at Bus Palladium.

Money gives you an excuse and takes away any complexes.

It goes like this.

What the hell?

Sorry, I couldn't help it.

Fair enough. Men are gross.

Hey, Bernard. I can see you in the mirror.

Is your watch right?

You'll start at midnight.

On the dot. Repeat back to me.

- Louis, please, I-- - Sure, no worries.

- Louis, I need to use the phone. - One second.

- Be nice. - Do me a favor. Cut me some slack.

- I'm doing business. - It's gone midnight.

- I don't give a fuck, man. - Oh, come on.

I'll call you back. Someone's all up in my shit.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Good evening.

We're meeting Peter Jenkins. Did he call?

- Is Peter here? - No.

- What's Bernard playing at? - Shit.

Sorry, I can't let you in.

He said to meet at 11:30 p.m.

Don't get upset. He's always late.

- Listen. I said you can't come in. - Hello?

Peter Jenkins speaking.

Three friends are expecting me.

Could you let them in please?

Go away.

I've been...

I've been held up by a producer, but I have an urgent meeting.

I'm jumping in my Mercedes. I'll be there right away.

Can you get them champagne?

Champagne!

Thanks, bye!

Champagne!

I don't like it here. Let's go.

- We're on a mission, old lady. - We're doing this for Betty.

For the champagne, would you like Piper-Heidsieck?

We didn't order any.

They're Mr. Peter's orders.

Yes, of course, champagne!

Champagne? Bernard's pushing it.

What will Peter think of me?

Look. Eddy Mitchell's over there.

It's Eddy Mitchell!

- He smiled at me. - He's Peter's friend. He's here every night.

Really?

Hey, they're all alone.

And so are we.

Not bad.

Thank God I changed my socks.

- They must be English. - Sure?

- Shit, we don't speak English. - Look at their clothes. They must be.

I'll get you dinner if I can bag the blonde.

They look really creepy.

They're the kind of guys who live in Béziers and carry a load of cash.

Just what we need.

- Don't tell the missus. - Promise.

He's coming over.

What an idiot.

- And he took the wrong one. - Shit.

Often... Paris?

...your beat music.

Miniskirts.

Your bowler hats.

You are very pretty.

More pretty than French girls.

Yeah, I can see.

You're French?

- Yes, why? - That's great.

What a relief! I'm French too.

Come back.

What's your name?

Caroline.

Caroline? How pretty.

Yes.

I love your skin.

Come back.

Let me guess.

Sorry, these new shoes are hurting.

I'm so sorry.

Oh my God. He did your perfume thing.

A black and white.

She's not English. She's high.

She couldn't stand up. Stank of weed.

Not blessed, hey?

All right.

I'm going in for the brunette.

Get closer. Go for it.

- Isn't she a bit too good? - She's believable all right.

It's this one. 34. It's my lucky number.

- What do you do? - I sell chemical fertilizer.

Oh, right. Cool.

Do you sell a lot?

It's not hard.

Whenever you eat bread or an apple or salad,

think of me.

Sit down.

Go on.

Go on. Sit down.

- Champagne? - No, thank you.

- That's brilliant. - Yeah.

Are you the boss?

No, the boss is American. We never see him.

But I'm glad I'm here.

- Must be a cool job. - Very cool.

Especially the human contact.

I'll do it.

I'll undress.

Don't you want a shower?

If you want.

I'll be right back.

I thought you were undressing.

I'm so sorry, but... I don't feel very well.

- Another time. - Think I'm an idiot?

- Undress and we can drop it. - Get off!

Sure you want to do this in your situation?

I don't believe it.

This one robbed me while I was showering.

Give the money back or we'll work things out between us.

Understood?

I didn't do anything.

- Help me. - No! I'll give it back.

Please don't.

Think it'll go okay?

Don't worry. She's always fine.

- What are you doing? - Calling my wife.

I'm gonna tell her.

It'll be better. Won't it?

We'll get you a taxi.

Buy a new dress.

The money.

This money's yours.

It fell out of your pocket.

You have to forget.

Are you mad? Want to wake everyone? Why are you here so early?

Here.

100 more francs for Betty.

- How did you get that? - Notice anything?

No.

Look.

I sold my boots to Bambi. We haggled for four hours.

There you go. Bye. I mean...

Don't tell Betty about my boots. She'll be sad.

It's fine.

- You sold your boots? - Yeah.

- We don't deserve you. - Really?

Really? Are you sure? You're not sleepwalking?

- Hello. - Hello!

- Hey, I'm so happy. - That's great.

What's all this hullabaloo?

What's the money for? What do you mean, the clinic?

- I don't know. - Get in or you're dead. Go on.

Tell me what you know, you little shit.

See, it was fine.

Not too tired, are you?

- I'm okay. - A bit pale.

We need a taxi.

- Didn't you call one? - I didn't think.

Well then.

Betty!

My darling Betty.

You should've told me.

Couldn't you have told me?

- Listen, Dad... - I know I don't make it easy.

No.

You know it's not your fault. It's probably mine.

Right. Let's go home.

- Coming? - No.

She'll take me on her moped.

All right.

Your boyfriend Jérôme is gonna have to deal with me.

Dad, you know he already lost his job?

No. What a sad world.

There we go.

You didn't tell me how last night went.

Did you manage not to show your breasts?

No, I chickened out.

I left and asked my mom for the money.

I'm going home. Bye.

Can I come in?

Got you a present.

- You like Redford, right? - That's kind.

Did it hurt?

No.

Didn't feel a thing.

It's afterward, in your head, when you think about it.

That's when it hurts.

Did you think of me?

The male ego.

Did you see the baby?

You are an idiot.

Am I banned from kissing you?

Bye.

Jérôme?

What are you gonna do now?

My cousin's offered me a job as a waiter in Marseille.

Can I write you?

Can I see the patient?

One second, Dad.

Fucking hell, that damn bowl is burning hot.

Careful.

So, Betty, I thought about what you asked.

It's all right.

You can leave school after the summer and work.

- Thank you, Dad. - No, please don't thank me.

Wasn't school good? You'd prefer to work?

And get fucked over by your bosses for peanuts?

God, give me a miracle and make me blind.

- Listen, Dad. - I clearly don't understand teenagers.

Why don't you see for yourself?

Well then, kids.

The oldies are showing you how it's done.

This is on the house.

It's an honor to have you with us.

- You're always welcome. - Thanks.

- Thank you. - Thanks so much.

Girls, Peter's taking me to Deauville for a romantic weekend.

- How'd you like to come with us? - Yeah!

That'll be nice and intimate.

- I'm not coming. - Why not?

I have my exams on Monday.

We've always done things together. Don't start that now.

Together.

We do everything together.

And that's how I'll sit my exams.

So, scumbags, how did you get the money?

Well, we figured it out.

- You didn't steal though, did you? - No, the opposite.

'Cause, don't get me wrong.

I went to the clinic too when I found out.

It's highway robbery.

700 francs. Can you imagine?

700. Here.

Work it out between you.

Come on, Annie. Let's dance.

Here. Pay your mom back.

It was nice of her.

My mom doesn't give a fuck.

Here. It's fine.

Never do that again.

She's lost it.

Her exams are stressing her out.

'Cause you'd know all about exams.

Yeah, I failed my driving test three times.

I'm off.

So then. Is your group falling apart?

CATHERINE'S A BITCH

WHORE

- Leave me alone. - Open up.

Don't sulk.

Peter's taking us to Deauville. We're gonna have oysters, mussels...

- Lobster. - Please leave me alone.

You're such a pain. Everything's fine. It's not cool on the others.

Right, I'm off.

You're a barrel of laughs.

Fine then.

Let's go get her.

Careful!

Careful!

Calm down.

First of all, cramming the day before an exam is pointless.

- What's her number? - We don't know.

- Her dad won't let her share it. - He's unlisted.

Let's go to her house.

Stop. That's Catherine's dad. I'll talk to him.

I'll park over there.

- Hello, sir. Is Catherine upstairs? - Catherine? I'm not the concierge.

- You must know if your daughter's home. - I don't have a daughter.

I have three boys. Would've been a nice change.

- Is that your car? - Yes, why?

- So you're Catherine's dad. - You're obsessed.

- Your wife's an air hostess. - She is?

- Aren't you Mr. Flavin? - Absolutely not.

Hello, Mr. Bonneau.

Mr. Bonneau?

I don't get it. He's saying he's not her dad.

I don't believe it.

Ask the concierge.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

Does Catherine Flavin live here?

I don't know any Flavins here.

Sure you do. Long brown hair, red moped.

Oh, the girl with the red moped.

My wife and I know her, but she doesn't live here.

She comes and goes now and again, even though we call her crazy.

- So? - So?

Catherine's the switchboard operator. She's never been in a lecture theater.

- Annie's calling the airport. - Thanks, ma'am.

So?

Her mom works at the airport, but she's not an air hostess.

She's a cleaner.

They gave me her address.

Hey, Zorro. Come here.

I'm Superman.

- Oh, sorry. Do you know Mrs. Flavin? - The airplane lady?

- Yeah. - On the second floor.

Her moped's there.

Sure you want to go?

Yes, she's our friend.

I guess you know what you're doing, and an old fool's opinion won't help.

Guys really don't understand girls.

No, Bernard. Let them go.

- It doesn't even work. - Knock.

- Mrs. Flavin? - Yes?

Hello, ma'am. I'm Annie. We're looking for Catherine.

Annie! Come in.

You must be...

Betty, right?

And Suzanne.

Wait here. I'll get her.

Catherine?

- She'll be pleased. - Yes, Mom?

Lost.

If they manage to bring her down, I'll get you a moped like that.

Hey, wait for us.

Where are you going?

Suzanne!

- She doesn't have a license. - Neither do I.

I just hope they have enough gas.

What will they do?

Chat.

Then what will they say?

That they're grown up now. That it's all over.

And the rest, which we'll never know.

And now...

what will become of us?

Well, I have my exams tomorrow.

Your exams?