All language subtitles for La Fleur Du Mal FR 2003

François!

Well, son?

- You're looking good.
- You too.

The car's just outside.

Can you park here?

Anne swung me a special pass.

Leave it.

You don't seem too Americanized.

No, not really.
At least, I hope not.

Why? Did your trip disappoint?

It's not that, but three years
was more than enough.

I won't ask about America.
You'll get grilled later.

You're looking good.

- So you said.
- I'm impressed.

Your harem's looking after you.

Talking of the harem,
Aunt Line's cooking lamprey.

So be warned: it's lamprey for lunch.

That suits me fine.

Things haven't changed much
in three years.

That depends. Wait and see.

- Wait and see what?
- Just wait and see.

- Want one?
- Yes, please.

- Do they still smoke in America?
- Of course.

You know, they're less dumb
than they make out.

Anne's running for office again.

I suspected she would.

Michèle wrote to me and said
she loved being a councilor.

She'll be mayor next.

God help us!

You're not keen?

She has enough on her plate as it is.

You see that shop there?
That's her HQ. Pretty low-key, huh?

It's a game.

No, she takes it seriously.

She'll explain.
She has political ambitions.

It's always interested her.

Yes, it has.

You don't want a wife in parliament?

Actually, I couldn't care less.

Don't tell her that!

Still think nothing's changed,
wise guy?

I see what you mean.

- A total overhaul?
- Well?

Not bad.

Like a Chicago drugstore.

Crazy, isn't it?
The turnover has gone up by a third.

I managed to buy the bookstore
and set up a medical lab on the sly.

- That's illegal.
- Not really. I'll show you round.

Tomorrow, if you don't mind.

Tomorrow, sure. Or next week.

You haven't asked about Michèle.

So, how's Michèle?

She's gorgeous. And gifted.

She's studying psychology.
Didn't she write to you about that?

She did.

The joys of love

Are but a moment strong

The pain of love endures

A whole life long

You finish up, Marthe.

You look older.

I hope so.
I can't say as much for you.

- Hello, Marthe.
- Hello, François.

- I've made lamprey.
- I know, Dad told me.

He can't keep a secret.

- It was a secret?
- Everything's a secret here.

Hello, François.

Hello, Michèle.

Not too tired?

Did you have a good flight?

Are you pleased to be back?

I spent four days in Paris.

You took your time.

I didn't get a kiss today.

You didn't?

Is this all you have?

Yes.

Only one case of goodies?

It's the one I left with.

What's wrong?
Are you disappointed?

Take him up to his room.

And be quick. We'll eat
as soon as your mother gets in.

It's too heavy.

Let's carry it together.

Is there time for a whisky?

Whatever I say, you'll still have one.

Do you remember
which room is yours?

I should be able to.

Wrong! This one's mine.

The bedspread's changed.

And the bedside lamp too.

It was a birthday gift
from your father.

Not bad.

- So where's my room?
- Where mine used to be.

Nothing's changed here
if I'm not mistaken.

Nothing.

Want me to help you unpack?

No, it's OK.
I'll do it after lunch.

Well, then…

- Do you still love university?
- I like it. It gets me out of here.

I won't ask about America.

It's bound to be the topic
during lunch.

As long as it's confined to lunch.

I've prepared my speech.

They didn't really understand
why you left like that.

I imagine you didn't explain.

Look.

My mother and her bodyguard.

- Her bodyguard?
- Matthieu.

Matthieu Lartigue.
Her running mate.

He steers her
like some sort of pilot fish.

Your father can't stand him.

Let's go down.

Why can't he stand him?

He thinks he's the one
who got Mum into politics.

The local council isn't politics.

She's ambitious.

I'd like us to eat right away,
if possible.

- Is François here?
- Yes. He's looking good.

Will you stay?
I can add an extra place setting.

I'm sorry, I have a lot to do
at the office.

Time for a whisky?

No, have your lunch.
Really, I have a lot to get done.

Stepmother!

"Stepmother"! That's new.
He used to call me Tatoune.

- You're back at last.
- Yes, I've finished over there.

This is Matthieu Lartigue,
my running mate in the elections.

- Delighted.
- How do you do?

Come for coffee later.

I'll try to. I'll be off, then.

See you later, maybe.

- Poor man, he works so hard.
- I bet he loves it.

Everyone, come and eat. Hurry!

The trouble with Americans,

those I met anyhow,
and I met quite a lot,

is that they're obsessed
with God and money.

It doesn't make life easy.

But they're warm-hearted
and energetic.

I'm only sorry for them

that they don't get to sample
lamprey like this.

I'm glad you like it.

I've never seen people
so wary about food.

I'm wary about theirs!

Their food's better
than most people here think.

So you like burgers now?

It depends.

They can't produce a wine like this.

We don't usually drink
Haut-Brion every day.

- No, but we produce it.
- Not personally.

Have some more, dear.

- What about us?
- Help yourselves.

I'm sorry.

What is it now?

Yes, Matthieu.

Can't he let us eat in peace?

Why is she getting into this again?

She enjoys it.

Politics has always hurt the family.

Dad, please…

Forgive me.

I just don't like it at all.

We all have our weaknesses.

I'm sorry.

A bit more lamprey?

No, thanks, Aunt Line.

Sit down. Call Marthe.

She's watching the tart.
Give me a hand.

What's in the tart?

- Pear and almond. You remember?
- You bet.

Matthieu's coming
to show me something.

I don't know what.

- You look worried.
- No, not at all.

Coffee in the conservatory?

- What do you think?
- Excellent idea.

I hope you don't prefer
American coffee now.

No, don't worry.

You get good coffee in Chicago.

- Here's Sir Lancelot.
- Gérard, please!

In here, Matthieu!

Come on.

Sit down.
I'll pour your coffee.

Thank you very much.

You look upset!

No wonder.
Something awkward has cropped up.

We should talk in private.

Maybe you think so
but certainly not.

We're a family, you see.

Well, your family's under attack.

- All the more reason.
- Under attack?

This kind of thing happens
during campaigns.

They smile
and then strike low blows.

Who is "they"?

I don't know. Shall I read it?

- Give it to me.
- Please, Anne.

Read the rag, Matthieu.

- So you're interested now?
- Please.

It is a rag. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

"Madame Charpin-Vasseur is at it again.

"She's taken a liking to it.

"Since the Charpins and Vasseurs
intermarried, there's no stopping them.

"The degenerate savages!"

I'm sorry, I can't go on.

"The degenerate savages!

"In 1981, Charpin-Vasseur
and his brother's wife

"died in a mysterious car accident.

"So the widow married the widower,
to try them both out…"

That's insane!

"They're an incestuous family,
incestuous and jinxed!

"In 1958, they celebrated
the Fifth Republic

"with a plane crash that killed
our candidate's father and mother.

"They were just Vasseurs back then.

"The name Charpin was in the sewer
where it belonged."

Don't get up, I'll go.

No, she's not in.

Of course. I'm her aunt.

What?

Oh, my God!

Both of them? But how?

They were together?

Aunt Line!

Are you all right?

I'm fine, dear. I was thinking.

I'm just fine.

Is that all?
Is this charming piece over?

No, but…

Carry on.
It's most instructive.

I feel very awkward.
I should leave.

No, you have to stay.

It's all linked to the elections.

Here's the rest.

I'm sorry, Aunt Line.

I think I know
what it's about, dear.

Don't worry for my sake.

"Pierre Charpin, the grandfather,

"held an important administrative post
from 1940 to 1944.

"His son cut off all ties with him

"and then got shot in the Resistance
shortly after D-Day.

"One bad egg in the basket.

"A fine omelet!

"Pierre Charpin was then murdered
in strange circumstances.

"One of his daughters,
Micheline, was suspected."

That's so unfair!
The case was dismissed, Aunt Line!

It doesn't matter, dear.

"Her acquittal convinced no one,

"no more than the theory
of political revenge.

"Pierre Charpin's wife died
of a possible broken heart

"a few weeks later.

"The Charpins' annus horribilis.

"Fate has been hard on them
these past 50 years.

"Let's hope that, on election day,

"Madame Anne Charpin-Vasseur,
the queen of flightiness,

"will uphold family tradition
and be soundly beaten."

Right. Who wrote it?

I don't think we'll ever know.

Couldn't we try to find the printer?

A printer would never have touched
such a charming piece.

Spare us the sarcasm.

Forgive me.

I loathe politics.

It isn't politics!

If you'd stayed out of this,

we'd have all been spared
this literary masterpiece.

Shall I make more coffee?

Yes, please, Aunt Line.

How can she just sit and listen?

She's very strong.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to fight, dear.

- What's our schedule?
- Low-rent housing but…

We change nothing.

Don't you agree?

I don't need to agree.
I just follow.

Why don't you use the dishwasher?

I work faster than it does.
I never asked for it.

Try to move with the times.

Not all progress is good.

Do you understand?

I have no intention
of telling you what to do.

I know, Gérard.

But surely you can see,
as I can,

that your stubborn determination
to get involved in…

I don't know what to call it…

Social welfare?

Social welfare, then.
Well, it only spells disaster.

And this tripe is the last straw.

What's so funny?

The image…
Tripe turning into a straw.

Why not breaking
the camel's back too?

The reality's less amusing.

Coffee for everybody?

Thank you, Aunt Line.

- I'll pour.
- Thank you, dear.

You see all kinds of stuff
during election campaigns.

Spitting venom is part of the game.

You don't understand the situation.

- Every word is true.
- It is biased though.

Yes, it's biased.

But it's true.

Thank you, dear.

Right.

Right, Matthieu,
let's get going or we'll be late.

In politics, as you call it,
the worst thing you can do is be late

for a visit to the council estates.

It doesn't matter what I say.
You do as you please.

Coming to Sunday's reception?

Do I have to?

There'll be pretty girls.

I'll be there, then!

- Need a ride to the campus?
- Not this afternoon.

- Skiving off?
- You're skiving?

We're on strike.

- You're what?
- That's right.

Ridiculous! Why?

No idea, but a day's strike
will be good for all of us.

It won't hurt anyone.

Come on, you Bolshevik.

Want to come?

No, dear.
I have the gardening to do.

You don't need me, do you?

I'll need you on Monday, Madame Line,
to sort out some papers.

What's the "madame" for?

To keep it professional.

- So no one's coming into town with me?
- No one.

Thanks, but I'm going
to rest and unpack.

OK, see you youngsters later.

- Is there a drop of coffee left?
- I'm afraid not.

Anne!

- Are you angry with me?
- Don't be silly.

Can I help?

I'd like that,
unless you're just being nosey.

No.

- Did you pack this?
- Sure.

Not bad!

- Would you have done better?
- Maybe, maybe not…

Do you see a green parcel?

Take it, it's for you.

Thank you.

That's sweet.

- Not opening it?
- There's no rush.

- You couldn't care less?
- I could.

I guess studying psychology
has made you complicated.

I just want to be alone
when I open it.

So go somewhere and open it.

I want to stay with you.

It's a baseball bat.

I want to stay anyway.

I know why you left.

You do?

You were afraid
of what you might do.

You think that?

Is this worth it?

How did they vote last time?

You can pick up votes
from abstentions and the Far Right.

And you renovated the place.

That's what you tell people
but you did as much as I did.

You'll do all right.

Why are you so devoted, Matthieu?

Tactics.

Career planning.

Like all good politicians,
I'm biding my time.

You're ambitious, then!

You know I am.

Here we are.

Have they had that leaflet?

We'll have to wait and see.

Apparently you have an admirer
in building A, third floor.

Jules Labière,
a retired railway man.

How do you know?

He only took your ballot paper
into the booth last time.

It seems pleasant enough
compared to four years ago.

Indeed! We can be proud of ourselves.

Hello, sir.

Hello, my dear. Everything OK?

We had a quiet morning
but we haven't stopped since.

I need to go to the lab.

I'll be in to lend a hand later.

Hello. Everything OK?

- Yes, no problems at all.
- Glad to hear it.

- Sir!
- Just a second, my dear.

No, there are no side effects.
Excuse me a second.

There's someone here to see you.

- Thank you, Véronique.
- A girl.

I know, Véronique.

That's that settled, then.

Adrienne, my dear!

Come in, you darling child.

Please, have a seat.

You can count on us.

- I think we drew a blank there.
- You never know.

- Shall I ring again?
- Never!

I feel as if I'm begging.

The others do it so we have to.

Poor us!

Here we are.
Jules Labière, your admirer.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

That's a good start!

The poorer they are,
the meaner the dogs.

Don't panic.

What is it?

It's about the elections.
You've heard?

Anne Charpin-Vasseur,
your town councilor, is here.

Open the damn door!

Come in!

Thérèse, lock that runt up!

Sit down, please.

Well, you got your third-floor apartment.

I should hope so too.
I waited long enough.

- And you're happy now?
- It's better than the ground floor

with all the kids
dirtying up the windows.

A pity the boiler starts up
every three minutes.

I know. The boilers are on my agenda.

The real problem is the bastards
who cause trouble.

The neighborhood
has improved though.

Yes, that's true.
But there aren't any benches.

If you're out for a walk
and your legs get wobbly,

you've only got your thumb to sit on.

Note that about the bench, please.

Why didn't they think of it?

This is Mr. Lartigue,

my right-hand man and running mate.

He's a highly competent jurist.

Have you noted the bench?

Yes, and top priority for the boiler.

The elections are next Sunday.

You must come and vote for me.

And for Mr. Lartigue.

We need you
if we're to carry on with our work

and give Mrs. Labière her bench.

We need your help and support.

We're too old to do much for you.

You can vote for me.

The more votes we have,
the sooner we can meet your demands.

I kept my promises last time.

Except the bench.

Precisely.

You have to help us by voting for us.

The more votes we get,
the more we can do.

I'm counting on you.
We'll make this a good place to live.

We won't bother you any longer.

Thank you for your warm welcome.

You can count on us.

Not bad for a Nazi-lover's daughter.

She's not his daughter,
she's his granddaughter.

Not bad for a Nazi-lover's
granddaughter, then.

I don't trust her aunt,
with her innocent airs.

What did she do wrong?

Not a lot, she just killed her father!

You can't say that.
She was acquitted.

Besides, her father was a real shit.
He shopped his son to the Krauts.

Not many went that far.
I remember it well.

You can't even remember yesterday!
Anyhow, this says otherwise.

That's all crap, malicious crap.

So vote for her if you want!

It's going pretty well.

- With the Labières?
- In general.

You're optimistic.

We must get the old dear her bench.

After the elections.

Make way, you old farts!

Hey, quit pissing me off!

Charming!

What is it?

Mrs. Fanny Marnier?

It's about the elections.
Anne Charpin-Vasseur is here.

- She's here?
- Yes, I am.

You know Sunday is election day?

No, I didn't know.

- The local elections.
- Well, come in.

- You've come to see me?
- As you can see.

How's the family?
How many do you have?

Four, plus my sister's two.
She's out looking for work.

- Do you work?
- You bet I do.

I don't know how many kids you have
but I can't keep up.

Here, let me show you something.

Where's my soup got to?

You've eaten it, Grandpa.

No, I haven't had my soup
or my dessert.

- You have.
- What?

My father-in-law.
He can't get around.

- Does your husband help?
- Life's not like on the telly.

He works nights
to make a bit of money.

I see. It must be hard.

Come and vote on Sunday.
I need you.

It'll get me out of the house.
I'll bring the kids.

You're registered to vote?

I don't bother with papers.
I'll ask my husband later.

That's good.
Thank you for seeing us.

Goodbye, and all the best.
Goodbye, children.

What do you think?

That last one? I feel quite sick.

We've had worse.

Her husband doesn't beat her
and the kids look normal.

Maybe, but that's no comfort.

We don't need you here,
pissing us off!

It's about Sunday's elections.
Anne Charpin-Vasseur is here.

Go fuck yourself, bitch!
Tell her, kids.

Go fuck yourself!

- That's enough.
- I'm sorry.

An occupational hazard.
I've had enough.

Let's go back to the office.

Yes, we're on our way back.
Yes, it all went very well.

What are the bastards saying?

I'll kill them!

More leaflets!

The same as before?
That's bad enough.

We're on our way back.

Let's get going.

You see.

There was no need
to go to America.

That's not why I left.

Why then?

I wasn't running from you.

Well, not you in particular.

I was scared of doing something stupid.

And not just with you.

- Do I have to explain?
- Explain.

- You know I love you.
- Well, well…

The Charpins always love
the Vasseurs and vice versa.

Together, they make a fine line

with a grand estate
and a handsome fortune.

Like in a Zola novel.

You're the one stuck in the past.
Who cares about that?

Yes, I know, you don't care.

Neither do I, but even so,

aren't you bothered
that things keep repeating themselves?

Do you think it's normal?

It's been going on for four…

What am I saying?
For six generations.

It's got nothing to do with us.

Don't pretend not to understand.

- I was attracted to you at 13.
- That late?

You were very pretty
when you were young.

The attraction grew
as the years passed.

The more I loved you,
the more stifled I felt.

I could feel the weight
of the family saying,

"Go on, son, keep up the tradition."

I ended up hating everyone.

Surely not Aunt Line?

No, not Aunt Line.

Nor me?

Well, I hated you a little.

The more I loved you,

the more I hated you
at the same time.

Thanks a lot!

That's why I went to Paris
to study law.

I couldn't take any more.

I remember. I was furious.

I noticed. So was your mother.
And my father.

And Aunt Line too.
That surprised me.

To think, I stayed here so long
with all my problems!

Going to Paris
wouldn't have solved them.

It did, as you can see.

After four years in America,
I come back here,

I kiss you, or rather snog you,
and I feel fine.

It was me who snogged you.
And America has nothing to do with it.

Time has passed
and feelings have matured.

Did you sleep around a lot there?

A fair bit.

They're more into heavy petting
than anything else.

But still, you can talk them round.

Have you slept with boys?

I've loved you since I was little,
so I'll answer.

Yes, I've slept with two boys,

once each,
and I found no pleasure in it.

It disgusted me.

So I stopped.

I thought only of you.

Perhaps I'm frigid.

If you want, we could…

I'm sorry.

It's OK, it helps to talk.

Can you breathe in here?

You arrived this morning
and you're stifling already?

- Missing the Rocky Mountain air?
- Go ahead, make fun.

But as soon as my father
showed me round, before even,

as soon as I entered this house,
I felt I'd never been away.

But I'm asking you.

Don't you find it stifling?

When I feel stifled,
I just go out for a breath of fresh air.

I don't make a fuss.

You're pretty mature for your age.
Watch out.

They say girls are earlier developers.

- I can do that.
- No, it's OK.

I have an idea.

Why don't we go to Pilat?
For a breath of fresh air.

- When?
- Right now.

We'll take your car
and stay till Monday.

Is that possible?

Everything's possible.

We just need to ask Aunt Line.
It's her house after all.

Aunt Line!

Have you two got acquainted again?

What do you think?

Do you mind if we go to Pilat
for a few days?

- To Pilat? Together?
- Yes. Do you mind?

Oh, no, not at all. I'm delighted.

I'm glad you like the house.

But what will your parents think
about you disappearing like that?

- You've hardly seen your father.
- I know, but…

If you'll lend it to us,
we'll go right now.

- I'll get the keys.
- Thank you.

No one's been out there for five months.
It could be dusty.

We'll give it all a spring clean.

Have dinner at Pierrot's.

He's open all year round.
He'll be glad to see you.

Old Pierrot.
Does he still have his moustache?

He had it in December.

- Don't drive too fast.
- Don't worry, I'll drive.

Good. She's such a maniac.

What are you talking about?

I bet Aunt Line's right.

She isn't. She's talking rubbish.

Are you sure?

Anne couldn't care less
and my father won't understand.

- You're an angel.
- Far from it.

Off you go. Have fun.

- You understand me.
- Yes, I do.

Wait!

Can I join you out there on Sunday?

They won't need me
for the reception at the town hall.

- Of course, it's your house.
- I adore you, both of you.

- How will you get there?
- In my old 2CV.

My God! Can it get that far?

It runs very well.
Off you go now. Get out of here.

See you on Sunday.

Micheline!

François!

Hurry up, children.

Come down right now
or we'll leave without you!

No Pilat for you!

We're coming!

Hurry up!

I want to unite people
around simple, practical ideas

designed to improve life
in our town,

devoid of ideology.

Therefore, I'm not seeking
the backing of a party.

These are local elections.

I'm running to serve
the town as a whole.

- How was it?
- Perfect. Thank you.

Anything else to add?

- In response to the personal attacks?
- No, I see no need to.

- Fine. Good luck, then.
- You're very kind.

You were very good.
Is it airing tonight?

- So they said.
- They don't waste any time.

Well, we do. Let's get to work
on the envelopes.

See Simone
about the pack of twelve.

- Do you need a lift home?
- I don't like to keep asking.

- I don't mind.
- I'll use my daughter's car tomorrow.

They've gone to Pilat?

Try to understand.
They really wanted to go.

But François only got here today!

What can I say?
They can do as they like.

Gérard will be furious.

After four years,
surely he can wait two more days.

You actually seem pleased.

Yes, Anne, I am pleased.

They seemed so happy to be going.
Yes, I am pleased.

- I'm sorry.
- You understand?

Of course I do.

Did they go in her car?

Drat, I wanted it for tomorrow.

I won't offer you my 2CV.

If anyone sees you,
it might lose you votes.

Then again, it's not showy.

But if they see you advancing
in fits and starts,

they'll think you'll do the same
at the town hall.

Advancing in fits and starts
is still advancing.

What's so funny?

Nothing, just silliness.

We were talking about my 2CV.

That's no laughing matter.
That old banger's a disgrace.

Aren't the children here?

No, they decided to go to Pilat.

Just for the day?

No, they're staying until Monday.

What is all this?

A glass of whisky?

Please. What is all this?

He wanted to go there.
No need to get so wound up.

After four years away,
my son runs off as soon as he can!

- See? You are getting wound up.
- Tell me why!

I've no idea.
Ask him when he gets back.

Here you are.

Thank you.
What do you think of this?

It doesn't matter what I think.

Why not let people do
what they want to do?

I'm worn out!

How are you, darling?

Pretty worn out too.

Visiting council estates isn't much fun.

Sorry, but you wanted all that.

Yes. And I don't regret it.

I'll see how dinner's doing.

You don't mind them going to Pilat?

We can't talk about it all night!

They took her car.
Can you drop me off tomorrow?

- What time?
- Before ten if possible.

Can't your guardian angel do it?

He's kind but he's not my driver.

No, he's not. I am!

You're my husband.

Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.

It's not that dirty.

Not dirty at all, you mean.

You should have seen
my room in Chicago.

I can imagine.

It was even worse when I left.

I'm starting to feel hungry.

- What about the bedrooms?
- What about them?

We need to clean them,
make the beds.

Please. We can do that
when we get back.

Let me take a quick shower.

- The water may not be hot.
- I'll take a cold shower, then.

Who's this I see?

- Haven't seen you in a while.
- Hello, Pierrot.

- I thought you were in America.
- I'm back.

- How's Aunt Line?
- Very well. She says hello.

- And your parents?
- They're well too.

Here's a nice table for you.

I'll sit here, if that's OK.

- Make yourself at home.
- Old habits…

- It's not very busy tonight.
- Tomorrow will be, though.

I see your mother's running again.

She's got the bug now.

I bet your dad's not happy.

He was hopping mad last time,
I remember.

- He's getting used to it.
- Good job too.

- Oysters and sole?
- Perfect.

- OK. Red or white?
- White.

Right you are.
A dry Doisy Daene.

That suits me.

Good to see that old rascal.

He's not very discreet
but I like him.

You said it.

Four years ago,
just one month after you left,

it was here that Mum told Gérard
she was running.

He blew his top.

He calmed down, you know mum,
but he sulked all evening.

What a jerk!

I'm really enjoying this.

They're no good in America.

They rinse them in fresh water
and it kills the taste.

François…

Tell me why you left.

- I've already told you.
- I didn't get the full story.

I wanted to keep the mystery alive.

You don't like your father?

Why? Don't you like him?

Answer me and then I'll tell you.

- So, you don't like him?
- Enough of your cod psychology.

You don't like your father.

Not a lot, no.

Neither do I.

Why don't you like him?

He has some failings I dislike.

Are you sure it's not the opposite?

You don't like his failings
because they're his?

What about you, Sigmund?
Why don't you like him?

I've never been able to stand him.

Sorry, but that's the truth.

And he took my father's place.

I like Anne
but she took my mother's place.

You see, they're not alike.

Listen to me.

When I was a kid,
my parents used to fight all the time.

No one told me!

They fought
when no one was around.

Otherwise,
the old hypocrite was all smiles.

You think he's a hypocrite?

Hypocritical, deceitful,

evil and hedonistic.

You hate him! Incredible!

No, I don't hate him.

You could have fooled me.

One day,

I think I heard Mum tell him
he wasn't my father.

What did he say to that?

I can't remember.

You never know,
we may not even be cousins.

You never know.

Just a boy and a girl
who enjoy each other's company.

That would suit you, huh?

You know… I'm not sure.

Maybe I'm wrong about all this.

Too late!

Can I have a drag?

Is there anything you can't do?

Shut up, you pig!

You're the pig here.

All those years we've wasted…

I don't agree.

It's good this way.

The time is right.

Is that American pragmatism?

You're too smart for me.

- I'm not!
- My cigarette!

You can't sleep?

Neither can you.

It's the full moon.

It's too easy to blame the moon.

You're right, it's not that.

It's only natural
to be a bit agitated, right?

There's something I have to tell you.

I'm scared you'll be mad at me.

It would have to be bad.

It is bad.

If I don't say it,
I'll feel dishonest.

You're so beautiful
when you're having qualms.

It's that sick leaflet
about the family.

I had an idea…

That my father wrote it?

That's stupid, right?

Yes, it's stupid.

We're both stupid.

What's wrong?

I don't know. I felt cold.

Go back to sleep.

Go on.

- Is something bothering you?
- No, nothing at all.

- Please, go to sleep.
- OK, don't worry.

Let me tell you something.

I almost gave it all up.

Why on earth didn't you?

It's that leaflet.

You can't let sleaze rule your life.

Am I wrong?

Do as you like, darling.

I'm going back to sleep.

- What's that?
- A draught.

Will you buy me croissants every day?

For a long time?

- When's Aunt Line coming?
- I don't know. This afternoon.

You see?

Two days alone together
is all you can stand.

You're being incredibly witty
for a Sunday morning.

- You make good coffee.
- Your croissants are warm.

Micheline, come and see!
I've made you a fort.

I love you.

Michèle!

Michèle!

François!

How sweet of them.

François, can I borrow
some toothpaste?

I forgot my tube.

What a scatterbrain.

- Aunt Line, where are you?
- In the kitchen.

What are you doing?

You've made my bed up.
This is the least I could do.

Did your car make it all right?

No problem. Believe me,
that thing will last forever.

They weren't upset?

They were pleased, in fact.

This way they can be sure
I'll bring you back tomorrow.

Your father was angry
about you leaving so soon.

- I'm flattered.
- Can't he leave us be?

- What's bitten you?
- She's a rebel, you know.

How did Mum take it?

I think she understood.

What about you?

- What about me?
- What do you think?

Me?

I'm so pleased you like this house.

I've been so happy here.

You're crying?

So many memories.

I love you more than anything.

And I love you. How could I not?

I was here when your grandfather
and my sister died.

I was expecting them.

They had been away in Italy.

Yes, I know.

I'm silly to keep mulling over it.

Why don't we play Monopoly?

- Or Scrabble, if you like.
- Which do you prefer?

I'm bound to lose at Scrabble.

But that way, one of you will win.

You've blocked the board up nicely!

Open up a new line.

Don't count on it.

- You are going back tomorrow?
- Yes. I have a class at two.

I'm leaving very early.
I've been enlisted.

Your mother wants my help
and your father needs his papers sorted.

Aren't they exploiting you a bit?

That makes… 23 for me.

- I can't not help Anne.
- Anne, OK. But my father…

He could find someone else
to sort out his papers.

I can hardly refuse.

Too bad, I'll open up.

- He's such a tyrant.
- What's wrong with you?

Nineteen for me.

No more letters.

He sold the vineyard to the Japanese
behind our backs.

That helped build up the lab.

None of us are winegrowers,
you least of all.

A seven-letter word. Thank you.

CONCEAL

You've been concealing things.

Add everything up.

I'll get us something to drink.

- François?
- Yes?

I want to tell her my idea
about the leaflet.

Do you think I should?

If you don't, I will.

It's a real pleasure for us

to welcome these stars
of French television.

We are sure they will make the most
of all that our region has to offer.

- Have you spoken to Maurice?
- No.

He has some good news for you.

Sorry, there's someone I need to talk to.
I'm leaving you in good hands.

We are determined to contribute
as best we can

to make your stay a happy one
and ensure your project's success.

I felt it wise to make the most
of the presence of our esteemed guests

to celebrate with you
what I call my return to civilian life.

As you know, my great age
and my state of health

prevent me from running
for office again.

Next Sunday, you'll be electing
your new council…

- Something to drink?
- Please.

- What's the good news?
- The latest poll puts us at 32%.

That's not bad at all.

Well done.
That was quite remarkable!

Did you like it?

Yes, very much.

Well, Anne, my dear,
has Lartigue told you?

You're well placed
to take over from me.

Allow me to tell you
that I'm delighted.

I could do with a drink.

Let's not count our chickens.

How long will you be with us?

About four weeks.

You don't have a drink.
Let me get you one.

- Will you trust me?
- Certainly.

What was your name again?

- Dominique.
- I'm Gérard.

Promise you'll wait here?

- I promise.
- I'll be right back.

Did you see that hideous thing
about my family?

Yes, it's quite shocking
but you needn't worry about it.

It mustn't influence people.

It won't. Everyone knows
it's all rubbish.

- Any idea who's behind it?
- None whatsoever.

To be quite honest,
it's not worth paying any attention to.

It reeks of the Far Right.

It reeks more of hatred
and personal vendettas.

- You can always ask Brissot if you like.
- He's here?

My dear, I invite
every elected representative.

I don't share Brissot's ideas
but I won't make him a martyr.

Come over here.

I hope you'll like it.

You're very kind. Thank you.

From the Domaine de la Solitude.
Pretty name, isn't it?

Here's to our solitude!

Who do you play in the film?

The role of a perverse
and seductive woman.

Perverse, I can't say,
but seductive is spot on.

What do you do, Gérard?

I work in curative chemistry,
my dear.

I run a lab and a pharmacy in town.

Heaven must have sent you!

I've had a sore throat
for three days.

Pop into the pharmacy
to see me tomorrow.

Let me jot the address down for you.

It's here, in Glignac, not far from here.

You can find me
at 24, Avenue Jean Jaurès.

It's easy to find.

What time suits you?

I'm not shooting tomorrow.
as luck would have it.

In the afternoon, around four?

Four it is. Perfect.

My dear Brissot…

Our friend Anne
has a question for you.

How kind of you
to speak to me, old chap.

It's clear you're leaving soon.

You're very bitter!
I've always been decent with you.

Decent! I've made 15 propositions
and you haven't voted for a single one.

I don't know if you'll be succeeding
our friend Montesquiou,

I'm certainly not keen on the idea,

but I would like you
to take a closer interest in us.

In that case, I'd like to know

if you're behind that leaflet
about my family

that has been doing
the rounds lately.

I've seen the thing.

I promise,
it's got nothing to do with us.

I find such tactics
despicable and unfair.

You need to understand
that you're one of us.

We're on the same side,
we share the same interests.

Excuse me,
I've heard all this before.

Like it or not,
we're on the same side,

just shades apart on the spectrum.

- So it's nothing to do with you?
- I give you my word!

Neither me, nor my friends.

We respect your family too much,

including a member
whom you tend to ignore.

Thank you for that information.

Sorry to have bothered you.

We'll work together, you'll see.

- Friendly, isn't he?
- The start of a great friendship.

But he's not behind the leaflet.

You never know with them,
but I tend to agree.

- I'm thirsty.
- So am I. Hungry too.

Calm down.
Have you seen my husband?

Having fun?

Stop the car.

Hello, Marthe. What's wrong?

I have to go shopping.
Do you have your keys?

Of course.
Isn't Aunt Line back?

I haven't seen her.
She must be at the office.

OK, see you later.

I'll get going. I'm late.

I'm used to automatics now.

What will Aunt Line tell your mum?

I don't know. Nothing, I think.

But you never know with Aunt Line.

Her reaction was a bit odd.

She didn't seem surprised.

Nothing surprises her anymore.

- Why did they go?
- I told you.

They wanted to be alone.

They cleaned the house too.
It needed it.

- They were happy.
- It would be wonderful.

I've always dreamed of it.
So has Gérard.

So has Gérard.

- They don't want our dreams.
- They're right.

The poll results have been confirmed.

There'll be a new one tomorrow
but it won't change anything.

As for the leaflets,
there haven't been any more.

Let's not get carried away.

OK, but things are looking good.

Is the news good?

You could say that.

That's no reason to slack.
Let's get to work.

No illegal bill-posting.
And no trouble.

Keep it dignified!

See you later.

- Remember to stop for lunch.
- Don't worry.

We need to eat too.
Are you coming?

No, I'd rather go home.

Gérard needs me this afternoon.

He could wait a week.

He's doing it on purpose.
He's furious.

Is he that scheming?

- He's a spoilt child.
- That's less serious.

I'll get it.

Yes, Dad.

Yes, an hour or so ago.

It was very pleasant.

No, it was my idea.

Yes, but…

I wanted to, you know.

Don't get wound up.

I'm not, I just didn't understand.

Didn't Michèle mind?

Don't worry,
she didn't put up any resistance.

She was utterly charming and pleasant.

No, Aunt Line isn't back yet.

- Yes, she's helping Anne.
- Here she is.

Put her on when you can.
What are you up to this afternoon?

I'm taking Michèle to her class
and going to see an old teacher.

Yes, I'm borrowing her car.

Yes, the Renault.

Here's Aunt Line now.

- It's Dad.
- Yes, Gérard.

Yes, as we said.
Around three, OK?

See you later, I'm busy.

Did you tell Mum?

No. I thought it over
and I don't want to stress her now.

Her chances are looking good,
so let's not stir things up.

We have no proof anyway.

That means a week
of living like hypocrites.

Dear, we've been living
like hypocrites for years.

Let's be philosophical.

People have been living like hypocrites
since the dawn of time.

It's called civilization.

Where are the toothbrushes, please?

I need these bills sorted
according to the date.

- You know the score.
- Just for the pharmacy?

The pharmacy and the lab,
you'll see.

- If you feel like smoking…
- No, thank you.

There's someone here to see you.

Just a second, my dear.
Excuse me.

Don't worry about me.
I'll be here for a good hour or two.

Bang on time.
I appreciate female punctuality.

- I expect you to cure me.
- Trust me, I will.

Come upstairs to my office.

My accountant might bother us here.

I hope you don't have
any wicked intentions.

- I'm a true innocent.
- Dangerous, you mean.

I'm not really into afternoon quickies
on the corner of the desk.

You're right.
You deserve better than that.

I must tell you…

I only have my throat
to offer you.

My ideal woman!

The pig!

The pig!

I'm sorry about this, François.

He makes me sick.

Don't apologize.
He's always been like that.

I remember when Mum was alive.

I was too young to understand
but some things seemed strange to me.

I sense that you hate yourself
for not loving your father.

I do hate myself a little,
but I've never really loved him.

Or Mum.

How do you mean?

Are you saying
your mother slept with my father?

They were in love, dear.

- Is that true? Are you sure?
- Of course.

Did Mum know?

I suppose so.

- Is that why she married Gérard?
- I don't know.

He can be very charming, you know.

Mum isn't charmed that easily.

You're very quiet.
What do you think?

I don't know.

I don't care.
I like Anne, she's tough.

She'll be home soon.
It's almost seven.

My father will be back too.

Chins up, children.

Just one short week to go.

Things won't all work out by magic.

We'll wait and see what we do.
Aunt Line's right.

It's a good job
the gardener is coming tomorrow.

I searched his office.
He has a printer.

- What were you after?
- I have no idea.

Something to prove
he wrote the leaflet.

I even went through
the wastepaper basket.

- Did you find anything?
- No, not a thing.

He's not stupid.

Turn the oven down, Marthe.
They're not here yet.

Anyhow, that proves nothing
either way.

Hello, you runaways.

We didn't run far.

You could have told us.

- Is your mother home?
- She'll be back soon.

I'm worn out!

Can I get you a whisky?

I'll go, don't worry.

- Stay for dinner.
- I'd be in the way.

No one will mind. I'd like you to.

Come on!

- It's late, isn't it?
- You're not too tired?

- Is Gérard here?
- Of course. We're all here!

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry. Do you want a drink?

No, thank you.
I've invited Matthieu to dinner.

Excellent idea.
Do you want a drink, old chap?

- I'd love one.
- Go ahead.

Hurry up. Marthe will be furious.
I'll add a place setting.

I'll see to it.

We could all fit in one car.

Maybe, but I promised
to pick Marthe up.

I want to check her vote.

I'll come with you youngsters.
I have something to ask Marthe.

I bet he won't vote for her.

Chapert, Patrick…

Voted.

411.

Charpin-Vasseur, Anne Véronique…

Voted.

423.

Charpin-Vasseur,
Gérard Paul Christophe…

Voted.

See you at home.
Choose wisely, Marthe.

649.

- Vidot, Marie…
- Voted.

Keep the sweet bit for Gérard.
He loves that.

We'll leave you two, then.
Are you sure you don't want to come?

No, I have an essay to write.
Besides, I know the result.

I hope God's listening.

If you want somewhere comfortable
to work, use my study.

Just this once.

Thank you, that's kind.

Work hard, honey.

Do you want me to stay?

No, I have to study.
You go and have fun.

You really won't come?

No, I have things to do.
I don't like that kind of thing.

All right, let's go.

Do you have the keys?

- Gérard's study! You lucky girl!
- I plan to make the most of it.

I'm sure your mother will win.

- I hope so.
- I have a good feeling about it.

Anne Charpin-Vasseur…

Are you pleased?
It's looking good.

I can't believe it.
Have you met my stepson?

François, this is the mayor.

Only until this evening.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Sir.

- Are you interested in politics?
- Only from the outside.

You've been in America, right?

- That's right.
- Such a great country.

- Isn't your husband here?
- He's gone out to buy cigarettes.

If you're thirsty,
there's a bottle of water in my office.

- Your office.
- Oh, please…

It's true.

It's going just as well elsewhere.
We could end up with a majority.

- You filthy little bitch!
- Let go of me!

Did you think I'd let him
dishonor my family?

Answer me!

Let go!

- Nice place to work, isn't it?
- You gave me a fright!

I didn't hear you come in.
Why are you back so soon?

Your mother's busy.

She prefers it
if I keep out of her way.

If you'll excuse me.

Please, my dear, go ahead and work.

Isn't Aunt Line here?

I think she's out in the garden.

Would you like one?

No, thanks.

Go on. It clears the mind.

What's your essay about?

The notion of guilt.

"The Morbid World of Fault". Dear God!

Cheers.

Are the results good?

You know I don't give a damn.

Come on, drink up!

- You have to let me work.
- I will.

Don't you like it?

It's excellent.

You see? I told you
it clears the mind.

I like to see my baby girl hard at work.

I'm not your daughter.

But I love you like a daughter.

- Well, almost.
- Not again.

- What?
- You know what.

You sleep with my son
even though he's virtually your brother.

Stop it! Are you out of your mind?

You little slut!

You're drunk. You stink of whisky!

I do not.

Let go of me now.

Why? Are you going to scream?

No, I'm not going to scream.

I know you're not.

You're behind that sick leaflet.

What are you talking about?

You wrote that leaflet.

Does it turn you on to think that?

Aunt Line!

Aunt Line!

He's dead.

The lamp!

We can't leave this lamp here.

There's another one like it in the attic.

Don't move.
Whatever you do, don't move.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

- Do you feel like crying?
- I can't.

That's good.

You must control yourself and help me.

Listen to me.

You didn't do anything, do you hear?

You didn't do anything.

We're going to carry Gérard to his room.

Can you manage that?

- I don't know…
- Please, you must help me.

I can't carry him alone.
Do you trust me?

Of course, Aunt Line.

Help me, then.

I'll explain later, dear.

Careful…

Just a second.

Let's just keep on dragging him.

Stop for a second. I can't go on.

Michèle…

My angel, listen to me.

You know that tragedy
that happened after the war?

Of course, but you didn't…

Don't say anything, please.
Just listen to me.

I've never told anyone else this.

And no one else must ever know.

My father did some terrible things
during the war.

He worked for the Nazis.

He drew up lists of Jews
for the camps,

even children.

He helped hunt down
the resistance fighters.

And when François,

my brother,

left to join them,

he allowed him to be killed as well.

Yes, I murdered my father.

The awful thing is,
I never regretted it.

It's a terrible thing to have done.

But I've never regretted it.

Don't tell me anymore.

You're right. Let's finish this.

I couldn't do this every day!

There he goes!

We must be out of our minds! I'll go.

Hold him nice and tight.

François…

François, my boy…

I just wanted to tell you
that it's looking good here.

What?

Oh, my God!

Yes, I can hear you. Of course.

Yes, I understand.

I'm on my way.

- Sorry, I have to go.
- What's wrong?

Nothing. Michèle wants to see me.

Does she, now?
And you go running like a good doggie?

You've won now, anyway.

Off you go. We'll be home soon too.

Can you drop me off, Matt?

Of course, Madame.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I don't know how to explain.

I feel as if I'm doing things backwards.

You had no right to say that!

My brother was the man of my life.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

Come to your room now.

Sit down.

Listen carefully, dear.
I killed Gérard, do you hear?

You didn't do it, I did.

I can't let you do this.

Can't you see?
This is an incredible opportunity for me.

I've waited 60 years for this.

Every day, I hoped that something…

I can't explain it.

It's impossible, Aunt Line.

But I understand.

It's not for your sake,
it's for mine.

It's not even that.

I understand, Aunt Line.

I feel the same way.

You still have your François.

He'll help you.

I was all alone.

It was hard, you know.

But I can put it behind me now.

This will set me free.

How funny!
We're going to lie to everybody.

I want to tell François the truth.
I won't lie to him.

François?

Yes, all right.

But no one else.
Do you promise? No one.

Look me in the eye.

I killed Gérard Vasseur.

I killed him because…

Because he's a foul bastard!

He…

I'll think of something.

To think that you kept all that
pent up inside for so long.

My dear, time doesn't exist, you'll see.

Life is one perpetual present.

I can hear François.

I'll go. Wait here for him.

Michèle…

François…

Don't say anything. Aunt Line told me.

I'm so…

I'm here now.

- The news is good.
- Totally unexpected.

- Not at all!
- Do you prefer mayor or mayoress?

Let's celebrate!

- Where are the kids?
- Upstairs.

We'll be right down, Anne.
Congratulations!

Well done, Mum!

Come on.

Let's put on a brave front.