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Oh, are you going to light?

It's only September,

and we've got to heat this barn.

Oop!

Well, this wood is too wet.

That creature again.

Ahh...

This blasted fire.

It's not going to catch.

"Each time I see you...

I fall in love again."

"Saturday, when you
came into the cafe,

"I couldn't help thinking...

"To the girl who
is too light-hearted."

What's that?

Your letter.

Letter?

"July 6, 1946.

"Your face should be engraved

"on the sky of Egypt.

If I were a pharaoh,
I'd have it done."

Do you remember?

Yes.

I was blonde.

Yes, you were blonde.

That rabbit! Listen,

I won't have it in the house.

You hear?

It drops fur everywhere.

Your bed is full of it.

And don't look at me like that!

His rabbit is like a cat...

Only with longer ears.

Right, Fran�ois?

His ears are longer.

If I didn't start on making a fire,
she'd have caught cold tonight.

Huh! It's damp
in that room.

What's he shooting?

In England...
Ha ha...

11 months of the year,

you can cut the fog with a knife.

Then?

She couldn't complain here.

Who said she was going to complain?

Ah, they said the english.

An english girl comes to visit US,
and you turn into an anglophobe.

Oh, no.

"No", what?

Oh, I'm not turning

into, uh, what you said.

What've you got against Gustave?

Nothing, for heaven's sake.

But when it's a question
of my best friend's...

best friend?

You're exaggerating.

You go every 3 months to London, and
you've never once managed to see him.

Do you think I'm happy about it?

Well, wouldn't you like
to see him again?

It's no fun flying
to London every 3 months.

A lot of people would like your job.

I don't see the connection.

What's more,
he lives in Manchester.

It's the same with Roger.

Roger?

Roger breuvard.
Oh?

It's been at least 15 years since I saw
him, and he only he lives in Bordeaux.

Sinclair was my best
friend in the Royal Air Force.

It's not my fault if the war
didn't last longer.

You're not going to start on
about your spitfire again?

Who said a word about a spitfire?

Well, your best friend's daughter will
soon be waiting for US at the station.

Not much of a welcome.

Don't sit there like a lump.

Go and play in the garden.

Ah. Olivier, darling,
you're going to be late.

Poor old dad. Still
torturing the gray matter.

Hello, mom.

What were you shooting
in the garden?

Rats!

To be frank,
I'm not impressed by your manners.

To arrive without warning
in the middle of the night.

Well, I'm leaving again tomorrow,
so there's no need to get upset.

Was I wrong to look in
on my way from the coast?

Only because it was
convenient for you.

What does that mean?

I know perfectly well why you came.

Oh, you do?
Tell me how much.

I'll write a check.

I hope she's not a drag.

What?

The girl.

Would you mind using her name?

It's Wendy Sinclair.

She is not one
of your Paris pickups.

Philippe.

Well, she might be
a typical british horror

with feet like a horse
and size 12 shoes.

Look, I don't happen
to know her shoe size.

Last time I saw her,
she was 2 years old.

English girls have changed completely.

Oh, yes? Do they?

I'm sure Wendy will be delightful.

I'll let you know later.

Be careful, darling.

Don't drive like a madman.

Mmhh!

Don't drive like a madman!

Oh!

Were there many french?

Uh, no, there were not many french.

Your father's spitfire was about...

A hundred yards
behind me on the right.

I heard him shout, "look out!

"A Jerry at 7 o'clock!

Dive! Dive!"

What does 7 o'clock mean?

Oh. It's a standard
method for pilots

to give each other
direction. Now, look...

12 o'clock is ahead.

6 o'clock is behind.

3 o'clock on the right.

And 9 o'clock on the left.

Do you see?

I see.
Well, I don't.

Which is sad. Do you mind if I tell
Wendy how her father saved my life?

Well, let's hope you flew
better than you tell stories

of the germans who die laughing.
Ah ha!

What happened?

Happened?

You know...
With the plane?

At 7 o'clock?

Ah. Your father...

Shot it down.

A fact which doesn't
seem to please everyone.

You've got a persecution complex.

During the war, he thought that every
german was out to get him personally.

Very funny.

Would the young lady
like some cheese?

No, thank you.

Does anybody mind if I smoke?

No, of course not.

Ah. There you are.

You're a bit late, aren't you?

Here. Come and sit down.

This is my nephew...

Fran�ois.

Our little savage.

Miss Wendy Sinclair will be
staying with US for a few days.

She's english.

I hope you'll be a good
little boy with her.

Gustave?

Yes, madam?

Bring some soup
for Fran�ois, please.

Yes, madam.

I wonder if miss Sinclair
would like to hear

the story about
the english archbishop

and the...
Olivier!

That's enough.

You're sure you don't
want some camembert?

No, thank you.

It's a little too strong
for me. Thank you.

This camembert?

It's perfect.

Fran�ois, are your hands clean?

What have you got in your hand?

Fran�ois?
Let US see.

Disgusting.

Go and wash your hands.

Dracula.

Oh, it's fantastic.

How silly of me.

You'd have preferred
tea, wouldn't you, Wendy?

No. I like coffee.

What, did the english abandon tea?

The pubs still close between
3:00 and 5:00 in the afternoon.

And they still play
god save the queen in cinemas.

Oh, you're an expert.

God save the queen.
Too much.

If you want, tomorrow
I'll take you to a movie,

and at the end,
we'll sing the marseillaise.

# Allons, enfants
de la patrie #

That's enough.

# Le jour de gloire
est arrive #

# contre nous,
de la tyrannie #

# l'etandard sanglant
est leve #

That's enough, thank you.

# ...est leve #

# l'etandard
sanglant est leve #

# l'etandard sanglant
est #

Idiotic behavior...

Shooting rats,
singing the marseillaise.

Would you rather he'd sang
the communist hymn?

For heaven's sake.

He doesn't visit US very often.

Florence, you're naive.

Why do you say that?

Why do you think he suddenly decided
to stay here another 3 or 4 days?

Why shouldn't he stay?

I know exactly what's
at the back of his mind.

Well, stop making mysteries.

It's Wendy.

What's Wendy?

The reason he's changed
his mind about staying.

Perhaps it is.

He makes a pass at every girl.

Exactly.

Exactly what?

She's not the sort of girl
he finds in St. Tropez.

How do you know that?

Full stop.

"The alpine region,"

comma,

"chiefly located
in France..."

Comma...

"Which run
almost due north..."

"...from the mediterranean
sea..."

"...are called
the maritime alps."

Full stop.

"Their southern extremity..."

..."forms the frontier...

Between France
and Italy."

Full stop.

Now, read it through
once to yourself.

What's that?

The beginnings of a monster.

Well, haven't you taken
anything down?

No.

Why not?

I was drawing.

In what year was Louis XIV born?

I don't know.

Do you know anything
about the french revolution?

Do you know the date of that?

1066.

No. That's too early.

1066 was the battle of Hastings.

Now, think hard.
The French Revolution.

Which one?

The revolution of 1789.

I don't know.

I just told you.
1789.

Let's end with the beginnings
of your monster today.

Even that's not truly classical.

How's your pupil doing,
monsieur Malevar?

Well, I'm afraid
he's not brilliant.

I think we should have
a serious talk about him.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Ah, there she is.

So, this is the famous
english fashion.

This is it.

What do you think?

What do you think,
monsieur Malevar?

Me?

Yes. Why not?

Why ask monsieur Malevar?

He has most important things
to worry about.

No, not at all.

May I?

Of course.

In ancient Egypt,

the material was
even... Transparent.

It was hotter there.

True. True.

It's a lovely material,

but I do think the colors
are too bright.

Hey, britannia, you coming?

Don't drive like a madman.

So he didn't take down
your dictation.

No. He just drew
a sort of...

Sort of what?

A sort of dragon.

Perhaps a monster.

You see?

I'm sure he'd do
better at boarding school.

I agree. He'd be
with other children.

It's not your fault.

But here, he lives
in a world of adults.

Here he has a home life.

But you yourself said
he doesn't play with other children.

Now all say after me:

"Cross my heart and hope to die.

I swear on sacred lake."

Cross my h...
I won't swear.

What do you mean?

I am communist.

You are too young.

No politics, please.

Ask my dad if I'm too young.

I help him stick up posters.

Ren, are you going to swear?

All right.
I am swear.

But I don't believe in god.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

I swear on the sacred lake.

Last night, a girl arrived.

She's a spy.
A girl spy.

How do you mean, a girl spy?

Where did she arrive?

At our place.

Crap.

Her bedroom is next to mine.

Where did she come from?

Czechoslovakia.

She had to flee.

I think she's being followed.

Who by?

By the other side, stupid.

Well... we should
get a policeman.

No. Keep them
out of this.

You should see her clothes.

4 cases of incredible dresses.

One is even made of metal.

That's to stop bullets.

How do we know she exists?

You told US there was a monster
in the lake, and he hasn't shown up.

I haven't even seen a frog in it.

Tomorrow you'll see the girl spy.

Oh! Dirty!

Uhh!

Ahem.

Oh.

There's a wasp here.

There are always a few
this time of the year.

I'll help you.

There.

Oh.

Uhh!
Oh!

It's simpler to spray them.

I'll do it.

Aren't these new
products marvelous?

You can't do without them
in the country.

Do you dye it?

Dye it?

Your hair.

Or is that its natural color?

It is, but it... it gets
lighter in the sun.

Oh, well.

That's why it looks dyed.

I don't think you'll have
any more trouble with wasps.

Thank you.

Oh, yes. I remember
why I came.

I wondered if you'd like
to meet our neighbors.

Philippe and I are going
round there after dinner.

I... I don't think
I will, thank you.

I'm feeling a little tired.

As you like.

We'll be eating about 8:00.

A touch more oil.

This is going to be a salad
she'll never forget.

Fran�ois... is there
anything you'd like?

A toy or...

I've got toys.

Yes, but perhaps a new one.

You know you can ask me anything.

Speak to me as you like...

When you like.

And to aunt Florence, too.

Think of me as your daddy, hmm?

My, you've grown again.

Now... let's have a look.

Tell me.

Did you... Did you have
your shoes on last time?

No.

Better take them off.

You could've changed
your socks, hmm?

Here. Come here.

I was right.

You're at least an inch taller.

Damn. Another fuse.

Right. Let's
you and I mend it.

Well?
Are you coming?

I'm putting my shoes back on.

Mmhh...

What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

Answer me.

I wanted some of your hair.

You what?

I've cut some of your hair.

Fran�ois.

I wouldn't come into your room

in the middle of the night
and cut off your hair.

I mean, if everybody did that,
we'd all be bald, wouldn't we?

Look what a big piece you took.

Can I keep it?

Well, you may as well now.

I can't glue it back on again.

But seriously, you frightened me.

Now, go to bed.

And no more attacks on my hair.

Understood?

You promise me, Fran�ois?

I promise.

You can call me Wendy.

Wendy.

[Loud clacking,
pebble bouncing on floor.

Did a small stone land
in your room, by any chance?

Why did you throw a small stone?

Because you weren't asleep.

I happened to be sleeping
very well, thank you.

Oh, but your light was on.

And when you see a light,
you throw a stone?

A french custom, no doubt.

Not at all. I've something
urgent to tell you.

What?

You're pardoned.

For what crime?

For burning Joan of Arc,
for destroying Napoleon.

I wrote you a complete pardon!

Shh!

You'll wake everybody up.

Wake up!
Wake up!

The prisoner's about to be freed!

You're crazy!

I am.

At midnight, I always climb through
the windows of beautiful scottish girls.

Well, I happen to be
an english girl.

Sometimes I have to
make do with those.

Well, what do you want
at my window?

A kiss.

But you see, I don't kiss men

at my window.

Then I'll come through the door!

My parents have gone out.

Gustave sleeps like the dead.

We're alone.

I must say, you look idiotic.

Now, there's gratitude.

I risk my neck to pay you a tribute,
and you call me an idiot.

I shall return to mother earth

with a broken heart.

Sleep well.
I shall not.

I shall sit up composing poetry,
as I always do.

They haven't got any,
I shouldn't think.

What are you muttering about?

Sunshine.

A single ray appears...

And your english female
dives under it.

You must have seen her.

Gustave, your manners are bad.

You shouldn't call her
an english female.

But you're right about the sun.

It does drive them wild.

It's also a good excuse

for lying about without clothes.

Checkmate.

It's a game for the old.

It's a game for the intelligent.

Hanh! Hanh!

Hunhhaahh!

Hyah! Ruff!

Uhh!
Ohh!

No need to hit me like a mule.

You should have ducked.

You're not making it
any easier for me.

Easier?

This difficult situation.

Listen, my dear,
this is your scene.

You play it alone.

Uncle Philippe.

What is it?

There's a smell of gas
in the cellar.

Are you sure?

Yes!

Again.

What a nuisance.

It's worse than last time.

Wendy.

What is it, my little delinquent?

I'd like to show you...

Show me what?

A surprise?

Yes.

Well, then, show me.

It's in my tree.

Which is your tree?

If you'll come with me,
I'll show you.

Mmm, wait just a minute.

The sun's so beautiful.

Don't you like sunbathing?

You should take your sweater off.

Hey...
He wasn't kidding.

That's some bird.

Go and get ready.

His tutor is due any minute.

You haven't forgotten
your lesson, have you?

Monsieur Malevar will be here soon.

And one more thing.

You didn't tell me
the truth this morning.

There was no gas in the cellar.

Yes. There was.

I've just smelt your rabbit.

It's soaked in perfume.

How did that happen?

All right, off you go.

Hello?

Ah, Norbert.

Yes.

Didn't get it, either.

Good.

Yes. That would've
irritated me.

No. I think there
must've been a misprint.

Mmm, right.

What?

Oh, yes. She arrived
a few days ago.

Mm-hmm.

A remarkable girl.

You'll see tomorrow.

Yes?

Of course I'll bring her with US.

Get up.

What do you call that?

Hair, stupid.

Let's see.

She gave it to me.

Who, the spy?

Yes.

The spy's hair.

Stop that!

It's ever so beautiful,
and so soft.

Why'd she give you her hair?

You are just stupid.

Why does someone
give someone some hair?

Why, then?

Because you love someone.

I wouldn't want any old hair.

She must love you, Fran�ois.

She loves him...
My foot.

She's old enough to be his mother.

They could never sleep together.

You'd have to climb
on a chair to kiss her.

You need a magnifying glass
for this set, huh?

A magnifying glass won't help
your queen because it's trapped.

Now I've lost your bishop.

When do you go back to Paris?

In a week.

Oh. I thought
you were staying

till the first.

No. Only Florence
and Fran�ois.

Thank you.

This girl...
Piece of cake.

Yes.

No.

Yes.
No, you...

well... there's no point
trying to pull any other bird

when that's on your doorstep.

She doesn't look that easy to me.

But she's english.
You must be joking.

Modest as ever.

It's just that I'm a realist.

Fran�ois?

Do you want to play ping-pong?

Poor kid.

Doesn't he ever talk about it?

No, never.

He always looks so sad.

Yes, and staying with my
parents doesn't help, you know.

Come on, let's have a game.

What do you think of Olivier?

Now there's a face.

He's rather good-looking.

Do you know what
he was quoted as saying?

No.

"The difference between a
madman and me is that I am not mad."

He said that?

See?

Salvador dali.

Oh, I thought you meant Olivier.

Do you fancy him?

Olivier?

Mmm.

He's not my type at all.

He's not mine, either.

Such a big-head.

Now, Fran�ois is interesting.

He's the good-looking one.

But he always seems so...

Sad.
Even unhappy.

It was horrible.
It really was.

What was horrible?

The accident.
Accident?

You haven't heard about it?
No.

It was a couple of months ago.

Both his parents were
killed in a car crash.

It happened at night,
and Fran�ois was trapped for hours

under his mother's body.

Then that explains it.

What?

Why he always insists on walking.

He won't ride in cars anymore.

Did you know his parents?

Only slightly.

Why didn't Florence come?

She and dad had
a slight disagreement.

She threw the chess set at him.

These things happen.

So I see.
But the old man's

been acting up a bit lately.

It's an absurd situation.

And difficult, with Olivier
watching US the whole time.

I must see you alone.

Tonight, I'll come to your room.

Well, say something.

So, dad was a pilot

in the royal air force, was he?

Are you really interested
in what he did in the war?

Yes.

He was a cook.

If Olivier hadn't turned up,
things would've been quite different.

Oh, that's too easy.

Easy?
To blame him.

I didn't want to come
here in the first place.

I'd have waited for you in Paris.

The best thing is
for you to leave tomorrow.

I'll arrange to join you...

Or else...

Or else what?

Pretend you're leaving and
take a hotel room in town.

Oh, no.

What do you mean, no?

I'm not a tart.

Wendy...

I love you.

Madam, your car's arrived.

So, she's english?

I heard her say it in a shop.

English girls can be english spies.

This one is just
an ordinary english girl.

Not a spy at all.

So he made it all up,

just like the monster in the...

What's the hang-up?

I'm young...
Handsome.

Not too rich.

Irritating.
Conceited.

I just don't happen
to fancy you, that's all.

Could you take me home now, please?

He kissed her.
He kissed her.

He kissed her.

We saw your spy with Olivier.

In a car.

He was kissing her.

Say that again?

They were kissing.

On the mouth.

Liars!

You's a liar.

She's no more a spy
than my grandmother.

She couldn't care less about you.

She'd rather mess around
with big boys.

# la la-la, la-la, la la-la la-la #

Hey, what have you done?

Was it Fran�ois?

How did that happen?

It was my elbow.

Your elbow?

Come on, it's your bedtime.

Clumsy boy.

Fran�ois, you're allowed
to say good night.

Good night.

Whatever made you do it?

What made you dye your hair blonde?

Olivier, that's enough.

I was just going for
a walk in the garden.

Do you want to come with me?

Listen, I'm coming
to your room tonight.

I don't want you to.

Well, I'm coming anyway.

Wendy.

Wendy.

I want to go, too.

Where?
With you in the car!

Are you sure?

Yes, uncle Philippe.

All right, then, in you get.

I want to go with Olivier.

Are you sure you want
to go in his car?

Yes.

Come on, then.

Olivier, Fran�ois wants
to go with you.

In the car?

He just asked if he could.

All right, Fran�ois,
climb in the back.

You want to go in front?

Don't drive too fast.

What, with this wreck?

I want to go home.

Why?

I've got a headache.

Well, take some aspirin.

I've had one.

Shall I get you something else?

Codeine?

I just want to go home.

Look, we don't often
go out together.

Couldn't you make
an effort for Fran�ois?

I want to go home.

And what about Wendy?

It's not very polite.

She can go back
with Olivier and Fran�ois.

Have it your way.
We'll go home.

The next time you dye your hair,
try some other color.

I'm taking your mother back home.

You have one fault.

Many, I'm glad to say.

Well, today the worst one is
that you seem to think I'm a fool.

Not true.

Why should I want to spend
3 or 4 days in Paris with you?

To have some fun.

How can you stand being in
our house for more than one day?

Look, I have no intention

of going to bed with you.

Is that absolutely clear?

I suppose you think
you're superior.

You really are.
What?

Stupid.

And you're conceited.

Conceited and snobbish.

That's of no importance.

If you weren't the daughter
of my father's friend...

forgive me,
my father's heroic friend,

I'd say you were just a bitch.

Order me another orange juice.

It might stop you
from being so rude.

This is a hell of a climb
for a few bloody ruins.

A tourist's delight.

What are you doing?

We're looking.

If you don't hurry up,
we'll miss the start.

Start?
Of the film.

I'm not in the mood for a film.

Are you, Fran�ois?

No.

But I thought you wanted to go.

We do have ideas
of our own, you know.

Hey, slow down!

I like you, lady.

She needs a man, huh?

She needs a few!

What's your name, lady?

What's your name, darling?

You want to be my girl?

Get your hands off me!

Just a little one.
Come on, darling.

Bastard.

Leave her alone!

Ok, boys, I got him out.

Let's fight!

Bastard!

Fran�ois!

Aah!
Ugh!

Stop it!

Let's go, man!

Fight! Fight!

Go on! Go on!

Oh!

Fran�ois?

You didn't find him?

Dad?
Yes?

I behaved like an idiot with Wendy.

You mean...

hasn't she said anything?

You didn't...

no, but I tried.

It seems I'm not her type.

I see.

You're glad, aren't you?

That you're not her type?

She's your mistress, isn't she?

It didn't take much working out.

I caught on the first night from
the way you were acting, not her.

I don't think mother knows.

Actually, she probably does,
but she'd never say anything.

She loves you.

I know.

Anyway, I'll be off in the morning.

She's very beautiful.

She really is,

and there aren't many like her.

You know, I'm not judging you.

Are you unhappy?

Less.
Less than I was.

Fran�ois?

He's not in his tree.

We are still looking for him.

Perhaps we should phone the police.

But it's happened before...

twice.

Don't you remember?

You shouldn't have bothered.

It's no bother.

Don't worry.

I'm sure he'll be back soon.

Were you running away?

Yes.

Look, Fran�ois,
we'll run away together,

but not tonight.

Do you remember that drawing?

Drawing?

The one you had on your hand
the first night I came here?

Oh, yes. I remember.

It reminds of a statue

I used to see
in my college library.

It was the same shape
as your drawing,

and it used to change
when the light changed.

Did it?
Yes.

Yes, it did.

I used to see it every day because
I always sat in the same place,

a great big silent room
filled with books.

You were a student?

Yes.

What were you a student of?

Architecture.

But the trouble was I spent too
much time looking at the statue.

I was a bad student.

Like me.

I'm a bad student, too.

How old are you, Fran�ois?

11.

You know, you were very
brave in the car.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Is that your mother?

Yes.

She's beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Yes, she was beautiful.

Every night, I can still hear...

She was so heavy.

Her hair was on my face.

I couldn't move my arms.

It went on so long.

It was raining.

I love you so much.

I love you, too, Fran�ois.

I'm not afraid anymore...
With you.

Can I stay with you
forever and ever?

One day I'd like you to meet
my mother and my father.

In england?
Yes.

With you?
Of course.

I wouldn't leave you all
alone in Manchester.

My parents live in Manchester.

And you?

I live in London.

Why don't you live with them?

Oh, several reasons.

I like to be independent,

to be alone sometimes.

It's very important, you know.

Is it beautiful?

Is what beautiful?

Your house in London.

Oh, it's not a house.

It's just a little apartment,

but I think you'd like it.

I decorated it all myself.

Everything's white, and there are
plants everywhere, even in the bathroom.

What else is there?

Oh, in the morning,
the milk comes to your doorstep.

Then there's some big green parks

and red buses.

We could go on trips to
the country or along the river,

visit some castles.

You can see all this for yourself
next summer, that I promise you.

Wendy's still with him.
They're asleep.

Don't wake mother.

I'm sure she didn't
sleep much last night.

Give her a kiss for me.

See you.

Look over there.

Where?

Over there on the rocks.

It looks like one of
Disney's characters.

To me it looks more like
the Duke of Wellington.

Waterloo, June 18, 1815.

Something tells me
you're a secret student.

That's cheating!

There's not much that old
idiot Malevar can teach me.

Is it easy to see
paintings in London?

Oh, yes.

There are lots of exhibitions,
and museums, too.

Do you go to them?

Wendy.

Come in.

Telephone.

It's Paris, I think.

Oh.

So, you finally decided
to have your hair cut.

But it's...
it's a present.

It's my brooch.

I've been looking for it for weeks.

I'm not cross with you, Fran�ois,

but it was very wrong
of you to take it.

I'm sure you can see
it was a bad thing to do.

You don't want to grow up
to be a thief, do you?

Wendy is leaving US in the morning.

Gustave...

I'm going to give you my rabbit.

What about helping
instead of chattering?

Do you want to know a secret?

Go ahead.

I'm going to england.

Ha! Bon voyage.

Say hello to the queen for me.

It's true. I'm going.

Will you look after him
for me, Gustave?

I'll look after you,
you little whatsit.

I was just coming to see you.

You're up so early
and looking so smart.

I've been ready for a long time.

Are you coming
to the station with me?

Did you tell uncle Philippe?

Oh, I don't think that's necessary.

We can decide by ourselves,
can't we?

You're giving it back to me?

Thank you.

You knew I had it?

I've known for a long time.

Keep it as a souvenir.

I hope you won't forget me.

I've got a little surprise for you.

It's not much,
but I like this little box.

I had it when I was a child.

I'll send you a real present
when I get to england.

Is there anything
you want in particular?

Up already?

I'll write you as soon
as I get back to London.

Now hurry.

Where's he gone?

He went downstairs.

Come on, we have to go.

Well, where is he?

In the house?

I'll say good-bye for you.

Wait.
I won't be a minute.

Well, hurry!

Fran�ois?

Good-bye, and thank you.