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Come on.

Come on.

Go on!

I hope you're not too disappointed about the inheritance.

After all, you were his wife.

Even if it lasted only one year.

A wonderful year. A year worth a lifetime.

Still, a strong man like him... To die of an embolism...

He was overworked. He had many businesses.

Like many industrialists, he had too many worries.

He was so young. He was only forty-two years old.

Years he mostly spent supporting you financially.

Then he met you...

- My sincerest condolences. - Thank you.

I hope he was well treated.

His nurse was of an exemplary devotion.

I'm sure she was... My sincerest condolences.

How courageous you are.

You're managing to hide your sorrow.

Great sorrows are silent.

Madam.

Thank God, you're not penniless.

Money doesn't matter.

I would have preferred to be poor with him than rich without him.

How devoted of you.

Are you going to keep the apartment?

It's too full of memories. I'm going to move to Monte Carlo.

Monte Carlo, Monte Carlo... Isn't it a little too merry for a widow?

Haven't you seen "The Merry Widow"? It's an operetta by Franz Leh�r.

Your cynicism surprises us, Doroth�e.

And your hypocrisy makes me want to vomit.

I offer you my condolences.

These damn shoes are killing me.

- As agreed? - As agreed.

Sixty thousand francs.

By the way, Angel, I have a cousin who needs your services.

Sorry, Madam. I've already accepted a job in the countryside.

Besides, I love the outdoors.

The Nurse

Axe Immo: 174,16 francs.

Convert Immo: 121,90 francs.

Pr�t Inter: 138,42 francs.

�lys�e Valeur: 160,09.

Plan Inter: 274,44.

Rothschild Expansion: 273,11.

S�curit� Mobili�re: 296...

Miss Lambert, I was going to close up.

You were going to close up?

Well, If you want something to drink...

What a beautiful ass.

A scotch, a double.

Your turn!

Come on, soldiers, it's time to celebrate your demob somewhere else.

- Just one more beer. - Two beers!

I should close up now.

There is a match on TV and I have to get up early.

You can't throw these young people out.

The lady is right.

Okay, Miss Lambert, but look what time it is...

So what?

One more game!

Okay, but it's the last one.

Thank you, miss.

Holy cow!

Did you see that?

Holy cow!

Well, shit.

Come on!

Forced to have sex with fifty men in one night.

Fifty!

What a magazine!

It's going too far.

What a naughty girl!

Oh my!

Dad!

It's Dad calling!

- I hope he hasn't faint. - You stay here, I'll go see him.

What if it's me he wants to see?

You'll only make things worse. You really look dreadful.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

You're very kind.

Come on, go back to sleep.

You have a very busy day tomorrow.

You have to go get newspapers for your father.

Did you call, Father?

Don't call me Father. I can't stand it.

It's been five years since I married your son.

I'm part of the family now.

You call this a family?

That bunch of vultures that want me dead in order to take my fortune.

But, Father...

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot...

We all love you.

- By what right... - By what right?

By what right, goddammit!

I have all the rights!

Every piece of bread you eat. I buy!

Every piece of clothing. I buy!

The sheets in which you fuck. I buy!

The coffee...

See, Father, you're getting angry and...

Hands off, goddammit!

Where is my wife?

Where is my wife?

- I think she went out to the village. - What for?

Maybe she was out of cigarettes.

- I can replace her. - Stay away, you're full of germs!

Go join my imbecile of a son.

She wasn't out of cigarettes.

Maybe she wanted to buy the whole shop...

Goodbye, Father.

So?

The old bastard!

What does he take me for?

A whore? Like his wife.

You're going too far. She's still my stepmother.

Then she's a whore of a stepmother.

- Oh, the old bastard! - He's still my father.

Then he's an old bastard of a father. What the hell am I doing in this house?

- Are you unhappy, my baby? - Don't call me your baby!

I'm tired of you!

Calm down, please.

I'm tired of you.

Of him, of everything!

Of the bread I eat!

Besides, I'm on a diet, and I only eat rusks.

But what happened?

He needed some tenderness...

How dare he ask me that?

His son's wife.

You're imagining things.

And you're giving me ideas...

Come, baby.

Oh, baby!

Baby!

Hurry up, I'm sleepy.

It's about time.

The trip wasn't too tiring?

There, on the right is The Lansac Brothers's Abbey.

A place worth visiting.

You're not a talkative woman.

Or maybe your political opinions forbid you to speak to servants.

How long have you been doing this job?

Well, I don't give a damn.

Maybe I'm not your type.

Too coarse, too vulgar.

Is it the old man or is it one of the vultures who hired you, my beauty?

I am not your beauty.

Watch the road and don't ask questions.

- It's the custom. - I don't like your custom.

You'd better get used to it. Everything goes through me.

But you won't go through me...

I see you've already got acquainted with each other.

I like your quickness, but only behind the wheel.

- I'm Miss Lambert. - Good morning, madam.

Come, my husband is dying to see you.

Alright.

- We will meet again at dinner. - Very well, madam.

Come in.

Good morning, sir.

- Have you seen your room? - It's charming, sir.

- Have you met my wife? - She's charming, too.

Put these on. They've been sterilized.

There's a bathroom next door.

It won't be necessary, sir.

Well, I think we should start by taking your blood pressure.

Put these gloves on first.

You look clean to me, though.

I went to the factory this morning.

The foreman told me the latest Belgian joke.

Two Belgians arrive at the North Pole.

They meet an Eskimo.

Not the ice cream bar.

- One of them tells him... - Your ice cream is melting.

No, not at all.

- He tells him... - Your ice cream is melting.

- Then... - We don't care!

Your jokes aren't funny. You're not funny.

Come on. It's his home, he has all the rights.

Including the one to be intelligent.

You're not very talkative, miss.

It's one of the duties of my profession, madam.

What was your last job?

I treated Mr. de Richmond.

And he doesn't need your services anymore?

No, sir. He died the day before yesterday.

Ah...

Please excuse me.

I'm going to rest. I have to make the first injection very early tomorrow.

I knocked, but there was no answer.

- I was in the shower. - I see.

Do you like your room?

It's charming, madam.

Cognac?

Not too much, please.

Thank you.

I hope that little scene didn't make you feel uncomfortable.

- What scene? - You're intelligent as well.

That's even better.

- You're too kind, madam. - No, not madam. Call me Carole.

Very well, madam.

I want you to feel good here.

Somehow I'd like us to be friends...

I need someone to talk to.

It's exhausting being surrounded by imbeciles.

Mr. Bernard seems to be a funny person.

Don't be too intelligent...

Am I shocking you?

I'm never shocked.

It's also one of the duties of my profession.

What's that slut up to?

It's been an hour since she left to talk to her.

Are you going to play or not?

I can't believe it!

You'll never learn the game.

But it's not diamonds!

How is he doing this morning?

Fine.

He wants to reread the libertin works of the eighteenth century.

Do you know where I can find them?

You'd better ask his wife.

Unless my brother sold them to buy himself some jewelry and a miniskirt.

Ah! Mr. Lambert has another son?

- Unfortunately. - Unfortunately?

He's a degenerate, a lazy person.

He never wanted to work.

Expelled from school, fell into drugs...

Father had difficulty covering up scandals.

I think he's responsible for Father's illness.

I think you're too severe with your brother.

If you knew him...

Fuck that hammer.

Come on.

Someone's coming.

Don't worry, it's my husband.

I thought it was your lover.

Do you like my necklace?

I prefer my diamond watch.

And my bracelet? When will I get it?

If you're good, you'll get it at four o'clock.

By the way...

By the way, Olivier...

Yeah?

There is an article about your father in the newspaper.

Really?

Show me that.

Here.

He doesn't look well.

Finally! It's about time!

Yippee!

Can you lend me your bike?

You've already broken three in two months. That's enough!

You're as stingy as my old man.

Don't forget everything I've done for you.

And don't forget that I gave you my ass.

And I've fucked your broad while you watched.

The heir of Lambert Factory salutes you, you bunch of perverts.

Don't worry, you won't feel any pain.

Pain? I don't know what pain is.

Have you checked...

That everything is perfectly clean? Yes, sir.

Do I look as described?

More or less.

- Follow me. - With pleasure.

This place is as boring as ever.

I guess you're not having too much fun here.

I'm not here to have fun.

That's going to change. With me, it's always party time!

- Stop acting stupid. - A thousand pardons, princess.

Now, If you're done with your act, your father is waiting for you.

Your father is waiting for you.

Put out your cigarette. Smoke is harmful to him.

Hello, my sweet daddy.

Stop! Two steps back.

You stink of cheap perfume.

- Stay, miss. - Very well, sir.

What brings you here?

I heard you were sick and I thought my presence...

You thought I was senile, so you came to take my money.

Faggot!

Listen, Father, I assure you that...

Shut up! You make me want to throw up.

And don't expect a single cent from me as long as I'm alive.

Afterward, there are laws...

Unfortunately.

Get out.

Come on, leave me alone. Leave me alone!

I'm tired of seeing your faggot face.

Come on!

What a family.

This conversation has exhausted me.

Perhaps a little massage would do me good.

Relax.

There.

Being angry is very bad for your heart.

There, relax.

There, that's better.

You'll see.

There.

It will do you good.

The portrait of his mother.

A whore who only wanted my money.

Like my new wife, actually.

There, there.

Now calm down.

Thanks God you're here.

You bring a little freshness into this charnel house.

I'm only doing my duty.

Anyway, everyone here is after my money.

- No one loves me for myself. - Are you sure?

Oh, I'm not talking about you. With you, it's different.

You're not aware of the putrefaction that surrounds us.

It's your family. They love you.

They love my signature. Especially at the bottom of a check.

Old fart. Filthy bastard.

- You're pretty well stacked. - So I've been told.

Yeah?

- Do all nurses wear sexy panties? - That depend on the nurse.

Oh, the bastard, the bastard...

Is this your father you're talking about?

Yeah, you've won.

And I'm making an effort not to shock you...

You must be easily shocked.

Don't tell me that I'm arousing you.

Wait.

You believe that old jerk? You think I'm a faggot?

You know, women aren't...

Oh sorry, I forgot you're not very informed on that subject...

- Where are you going? - To the village's pharmacy.

Wait for me!

I'm going with you.

But first I'd like to show you something.

I'd like you to come with me.

This is a place where...

I don't have much time.

Yes, but I'd like to show it to you anyway.

- It would make me happy. - If you insist.

Yeah, I insist.

There, this is what I wanted to show you.

I was dying with impatience.

This is where I would hide when my father pissed me off.

- Pissed you off? - You know, getting on my nerves.

Fascinating...

I find myself in the world of "Le Grand Meaulnes".

This is where you came to masturbate.

Yes, only three times a week.

Now I'm going to prove to you that I'm not a faggot.

Alright, but first take off your jewelry. I have fragile skin.

- I'll show you I'm not a faggot. - Keep going.

Come on, suck it, nurse.

Come on.

A faggot...

There.

A little more.

Now, let's talk about the old devil.

A little more.

Quick!

Come on, we're not stopping there.

Excuse me for interrupting your... overhaul job, Peter.

But Mr. Lambert wants you to go to Paris tomorrow.

In order to bring some documents to his notary.

- If I were you, I'd do it without delay. - Very well, madam.

Now that's clever...

That's really clever...

That's clever, that's clever...

Do you think she will talk?

- Unless she mistook you for Olivier... - That's clever, too.

Yes, that's clever.

Miss Angel!

What are you planning to do?

- About what, Miss Lambert? - Are you going to tell my husband?

About your interest in machinery? It's perfectly normal, Miss Lambert.

We all have our little hobbies.

Let's walk together, shall we?

Do you know that I can do a lot for you?

For me, Miss Lambert?

Yes. You see my husband and I have a large portion of the inheritance.

And if, unfortunately, Charles should...

Please excuse me, I had an urgent job to finish.

The nurse isn't here?

- She's with my husband. - You mean my father-in-law.

I hear her walking.

An angel passes.

Ah, bravo, my dear brother.

You should try to get into show business.

Maybe in one of your transvestite club.

Tranny, my dear. Tranny.

My dear sister-in-law, you have to keep your vocabulary up to date.

Coffee for everyone?

You're gonna die, old bastard!

You're gonna die.

Die!

Die, die, die!

You're gonna die.

You're gonna die!

You're gonna... You're gonna die!

You're gonna die.

You're gonna die.

You're gonna die.

I'd like to get my change. I'm tired of waiting.

A carton of Gallia.

Hey, bartender, you're gonna give me my change or what?

- Wait, I have some in stock. - Thanks.

Here is our... little saint. Our Joan of Arc.

Our...

Our Blandine.

And you're the lion that wants to devour me.

Ah, speaking of lions...

Do you know the difference between a Swiss lion and a Belgian lion?

No, but I'm waiting for the answer with impatience.

I'm sure I'm going to howl with laughter.

The Swiss lion...

Hmm, no, no...

Well, if the Belgian isn't as...

Forget it. I'm certain it was very spiritual.

Like all your jokes.

Now that makes me happy. Very happy.

I have the impression that people don't appreciate my jokes.

So what? I like them.

If my opinion has any importance to you.

Here comes the bartender.

Give me the key to your apartment.

But Mr. Lambert, you know very well that...

Give it to me, or I'll tell my father

that you haven't paid your rent for six months.

Okay, okay...

Hey, bartender! What are you waiting for?

Yeah, yeah...

Come, come. I want to talk to you.

What a family!

It's your turn to play.

Play!

There.

My wife is a slut.

She sleeps with anything that moves.

No, Mr. Bernard, you're imagining things.

- She's maybe a little flirtatious, but... - Thank you.

You're very kind to try to comfort me, but unfortunately...

You are so pure.

No...

You don't see the putrefaction that surrounds you.

You know, Mr. Bernard...

There is no Mr. Bernard anymore. It's Bernard.

Or Nanard...

If you prefer.

For the moment, Bernard will do nicely.

It's a woman like you that I need.

As soon as the old man dies,

I will get a divorce and I will marry you.

I'll be a rich man.

You'll be my wife.

Very rich, too.

Of course, the sooner he's...

The sooner he's...

He's...

I'd like to get a small advance on the inheritance.

I'm going to take care of our patient.

Fuck me!

It turns me on to know that he's going to die in a few minutes.

Come on, Stepmother.

Get hard! Get hard!

We're gonna get rich!

Oh yes, he's gonna die!

Yes, he's gonna die.

Come on, don't be sad, my darling.

You don't seem too happy to see me.

Those dark circles under your eyes...

The results of those sleepless nights you spent watching over me...

You don't look so good, either.

Daylight doesn't suit you.

You will go back to your Parisian nights that suits you so well.

My dear...

I was going to say "boy".

Excuse me.

Sometimes I forget things.

I'm getting old.

Anyway, it's been a long time since I've been in such good shape.

Thanks God, I was in good hands.

After all, you're not so bad-looking.

Maybe I should've accepted your advances.

Although, you're probably not a good lay.

Even if, for you...

You... Ah, you...

The brain of the family.

My worthy successor.

Don't you have a new joke to tell?

Yes. A one-eyed African goes to New-york and climbs...

Your grandfather already told me that joke.

I was seven years old.

But I was precocious.

Unlike you.

I hope you won't miss me too much.

But, Charles! Where are you going? What will you do?

I'm going to live.

Live!

And spend my money with this charming and kind person.

Who has done so much for me.

- Allow me, sir. - No, it's alright, Peter.

Goodbye.

Ch�teau Inn

What a nurse!

With you, I feel like I will die a centenarian.

Right, darling Angie? You're going to make me a centenarian?

Surely, my darling, surely...