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What's gotten into you? Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

Can't you see? Drawing.

At 3:00 a.m.?

I can't sleep.

Turn off the light, please. Come to bed.

We get up at 7:00 a.m.
The kids go to the seamstress.

Oh no!

Please.

Hello, ma'am.

Hello, sir.

Henri Serin, representative of Godineau.
Am I bothering you?

No, not at all.

Have you been here long?

Barely one month.

I was looking at your store from outside.

It's a real jewel.

My husband decorated it.

Give him my compliments.
You see these things…

Do you know our company?

It would be a shame if I didn't.

It's the oldest. We celebrated
our 50th anniversary this year.

We haven't had the opportunity
to work with you.

-We usually work with Jaulin.
-Jaulin in Mans?

-Very good.
-We're old clients.

I'm their daughter's godmother.

-You see?
-I do.

Would you mind looking at the collection?

No, go ahead.

Because you know Godineau,

you know the slogan,

"Quality, solidity, waterproof."

This year,
the company has made a big effort

with respect to both models and colors.

We renewed the entire collection
without increasing our prices.

It's considerable.

We have the 48 with eight ribs,
the 56 with ten ribs,

the 60 with ten ribs for ladies.

And our legendary 63
with eight and ten ribs

that you must know
and which is our workhorse

in a large range of colors,

including classic black,
bright red, yellows,

and tones of green.

Flat umbrellas, round umbrellas, lined,
invisible ribs, rounded storm flap,

Thai parasols,

and our standard model church umbrella

in the usual dimensions

but in a varied, youthful range of colors.

A leather-wrapped java handle.

Very classic. Black plastic,

cherry wood, exotic wood, bamboo,

imitation bamboo,

and our entire country-style collection

in very warm colors you can admire.

You missed her by ten minutes.

She went to the hairdresser.

I can't decide without her.

She does the ordering.

-I understand.
-Come back tomorrow morning.

-My wife will be here.
-Fine.

-At what time do you open?
-At nine o'clock.

Then I'll come by tomorrow.

-I'm very sorry.
-It's fine.

-Good day, sir.
-Goodbye.

-What's your name again?
-Serin.

Serin.

Excuse me.

WEDDINGS

-I'll put you in back.
-Overlooking the courtyard.

Yes. Leave your things here.

The girl will bring them up.

You can go directly
to the dining room if you wish.

We advanced dinner time by 15 minutes

to allow certain clients to watch TV.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-How are you?
-Very well. You?

I'm fine.

-Staying in the area?
-Two or three days more.

There's sautéed rabbit.

Give me the number 11, then.

And I'll start with a beet salad.

-Something to drink?
-Red wine.

Mr. Serin.

Well, this is a surprise.

Hello, Mrs. Licois.

-You're lucky. I was about to close.
-Really?

Guess what I brought you.

-You did it?
-A promise is a promise.

You're so nice!

I thought it was a joke the other day.

Of course not.

It's so beautiful!

You like it?

The colors are gorgeous.

You have so much talent.

It's yours.

It's a gift.

You've spoiled me!
You've made me look like a young girl.

I didn't invent anything. It's all you.

You know how to speak to women.

To think you do this job
when you have such talent.

Life isn't fair, really.

-That's what I told my husband--
-He isn't here?

-No, he's in Nantes.
-Okay.

He went to visit his sister.
He'll be back tomorrow evening.

I'll put it in the dining room. How chic!

Wait. It isn't very dry.

You're really too nice.
Let me give you a kiss.

Do you get three stations on the TV?

No, only two.

Look how beautiful it is there.

Above my buffet.

It looks a bit like a Matisse.

It's magnificent.

Oh, Mr. Henri.

-You'll make me do something naughty.
-I'm counting on it.

You're such a tease!

Mr. Licois better watch out
if his clients knew the treasure I have.

Mr. Henri, be reasonable.

I have a bit of plum brandy.

Tell me what you think of it.
It's wonderful.

Since we first started eating dinner,
I've had an idea in my head.

But I hesitate to ask you.

Go ahead.

It's something I've always dreamed of.

What is it?

I'd like to pose for you someday.

Really? How?

Nude or in lingerie. As you wish.

I've always dreamed of being a model.

It must be fantastic to model pieces.

Tell me. All of that is very pretty.

Isn't it? Mrs. Licois is holding her own.

I think so.

Don't move.

No. Stay in that position.

I'm frightened.

The master is looking at me.

It isn't very esthetic.

Lower your panties a bit.

Like this?

No. A bit more.

Turn towards me a bit.

Mr. Henri! I can't take it anymore!

I'm in such a state! I have to calm down!

-Oh, Mr. Henri.
-Yes.

What's wrong, my dear girl?

-Huh?
-Mr. Henri.

Mr. Henri! No!

You're crazy!

What's gotten into you!

Mr. Henri!

Don't move.

So things aren't going well
with your wife?

How can I get along with that idiot?

She's Catholic, a bigot.

She's a piece of trash.

Poor Mr. Henri.

A man like you, so kind.

With such talent. What a waste!

I've held on for the kids.

How are they?

Like their mother. He's a little Nazi.

And my daughter takes me for a fool.

So you're not happy at home.

I'm only happy when I'm traveling.

And still…

This evening…

I'm happy.

That's nice.

I ruined my life for those three idiots.

Don't say that.

I admit that the first time
I saw your wife,

I thought you didn't go well together.

Such a cold, curt woman

with such a warm man like you.

If you could see that fool.
She doesn't even know what a penis is.

-Mr. Henri.
-It's true.

You smell like sex.

Not Holy water.

Mr. Henri. You have such expressions.

Mr. Henri.

Mr. Henri.

Mr. Henri.

Mr. Henri.

Oh, no! Not there!

Not there, Mr. Henri!

No, let me.

Let me. Let me live, let me breathe!

Oh my God, I'm suffocating.

-Henri.
-You're so good.

Henri!

You smell good.

You smell good.

You're good!

You're good!

Oh my God!

Oh my God. Damn.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Mr. Serin.

UMBRELLAS

-Where are you going?
-To Redon.

To Redon? Hop in.

God must have sent you.

God will reward you, I'm sure.

That would shock me.

He recognizes his children
through little things like this.

Everyday little actions.

You know,
I've never believed that nonsense.

Don't lose hope. It can still happen.

God works in mysterious ways.

-What a beautiful day!
-Yes.

The sun on the Scotch brooms
is another blessing from God.

Forty-nine. You're from Maine-et-Loire?

Yes, I'm from Saumur.

Saumur.

The abbey of Saint-Maur
The banks of the Loire

More my little Liré than Mount Palatin

And more than the sea air
The soft Angevin

Yesterday I was in your area
on a pilgrimage to Notre-Dame de Béhuard.

You know that hole?

Of course.

I used to go there when I was a kid.

What a farce.

We did so many stupid things there!

And Brittany? Have you been there?

I could cross it with my eyes closed.

I'm a traveling salesman.

I suspected as much. Something told me

you were a highwayman like me.

Really? And what do you do?

I'm a door-to-door salesman.

I'm in constant contact with God,

and I go from pilgrimage to pilgrimage
to spread the good word.

Stop your nonsense.

Heaven's angels have set out.

And the time is near

where Heaven's army
will strike down the bad angels.

-Why are you laughing?
-I don't know.

Because you're moving, old chap.

You need some help!

You're wrong to laugh.
You're one of God's chosen ones.

-Yeah.
-But you don't know it.

You will come to Christ,

I'm sure, but the time

hasn't come yet.

Good wine gladdens

a person's heart.

Here.

It's here. The first house on the left.

I live with my sister.

Don't be surprised.

She's a bit curious,
but she's not a bad woman.

What did you do?

I waited for you for an hour.
I ended up eating alone.

You know you get your shot on Thursday.

Sister Saint-Jean de Dieu came and left.

This gentlemen invited me for supper.

Mr. Serin is a traveling salesman.
He picked me up at the Vannes exit,

and since he was going to a hotel,

I told him he could come
and sleep here tonight.

Come in.

I don't want to bother you,
but your brother really insisted…

Isn't hospitality one of the first signs
of Christian charity?

Come in.

A piece of advice. Take the shoe covers.

I kept you a bit of rice cake.

Thanks. I don't want any.

-Mr. Serin.
-No, thank you.

I thought we could give him Mom's room.

You know it isn't made up.

I'll help you bring your things in.

You can clear the table.

-You'll be comfortable here.
-Okay.

It's nothing fancy, but the bed is good.

Well, I'll be leaving.

I won't see you tomorrow.
I'm leaving early for Mont-Saint-Michel.

Very well.

If you ever pass by Redon again,
come and say hello.

We'll chat.

Spiritually, so many things separate us.

Thanks again.

-No, thank you.
-Good evening.

Yes, good evening.

If you need anything,
we're at the end of the hall.

Thank you, ma'am.

Good evening, ma'am.

Crazy old woman.

Man! I hit a guy.

What is that?

Oh…

Oh no.

The idiot.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Sorry to bother you.
I had an accident on the road.

Can you tell me
how far the next village is?

Is the next village far?

Get that out of here.

What's the big idea? Are you crazy?

Leave me alone! I asked about the village!

-I hit a boar!
-Stop.

There have never been boars around here.

Well.

I have blood all over my hands. And hair.

So? Is there a garage around here?

Bunch of crazies!

FAST TOWING - REPAIRS
LE GUIDEN

It doesn't look very good.

If the undercarriage was hit,
it'll have to be checked for damage.

A chassis frame side rail may be bent.

I'll have to get parts from Quimper.

Do you need to take anything from the car?

Can I wash my hands?

Sure. There's a sink just behind there.

I'll take it in and hoist it up.

Gentlemen.

Give me a Byrrh, please.

Dammit!

Go on, Naïk, another round.

Excuse me. Do you happen to know

an inexpensive hotel with good food?

Well, there's the Coq Hardi.

On the church square.

Or the Guérec boarding house
on the edge of town.

-On Pont-Aven Road.
-Thank you.

Passing through?

No, I had a car accident.

What side?

Three miles from here,
on Quimperlé Road.

An accident. Was it serious?

No.

The car got the worst of it. I hit a boar.

A boar?

Sure it wasn't a badger?

No. It was a boar.

I didn't think
there were any in the region.

Yes, they come from the forest in Carnoët.

I had my car towed.
I'd like to spend the night here.

Mrs. Guérec. You'll be best off there.

-Or in Pont-Aven, but it's not close.
-No.

Are you from around here?

No, I'm on my rounds.
I'm a traveling salesman.

You sell things for painting?

Umbrellas. That's a portrait for a client.

-Trying out painting?
-A bit.

As an amateur.

Let's shake hands.

I'm a painter too.

But a professional one.

Can I see?

Yes.

-If you want.
-Yes.

It isn't finished.

No big deal.

That's solid.

I have to add to it. It isn't finished.

-I'm not happy with the hands.
-No.

It's well done.

Forget that business.
You'll sleep at the house.

-I don't want to bother you, sir.
-Come on!

We owe each other that as colleagues.
And no need for formalities.

My name's Émile.

I've got a great house
on the banks of the river.

I paid 65,000 francs for it.

The dirty folk of Pont-Aven
couldn't buy that.

Do you ever show your work?

Are you kidding?

I don't give a shit.

I renounced art a long time ago.

I make cash.

I don't look at myself
and say I'm a genius.

I work for tourists.

I decorate ballrooms, inns.

It's huge. I have panels
that measure five by three meters.

It's impressive.

It's a fresco.

See, that's it.

I did it all myself.

The foundations and everything.

The patio there faces south.
It goes right to the river.

Only the thatched roof is left.
I asked a thatcher to do it.

And that's the Bélon.

What do you think?

It's a beautiful area.

It's my life's work.

Kitten!

Kitten!

Where is she?

Kitten?

There you are!

I brought you a friend.

A guy from the banks of the Loire.

Hello.

Hello, miss.

I'm tired.

I just did half an hour
of physical training.

That's the workshop.

And I'm finishing up the first floor.

Have a seat, sir.

-You'd like to do her, wouldn't you?
-Of course.

-She's well-endowed.
-Oh yeah, that…

She's pretty.

A painter's eye.

Is she Swiss?

No, Canadian. She's been here for a month.

Don't be upset. I'll be right back.

I have an emergency.

No.

Let me go! Leave me alone!

No!

No!

No!

-Come!
-No, let me go!

Let me go! No!

Leave me alone! No!

No!

You make me sick!

Really, you're sickening!

When I see her ass out like that,
I can't resist it.

I have to screw her.

I'm a brute.

What do you drink?

-Whatever you want.
-Well…

-What have you got?
-Everything.

-What do you think of scotch?
-If you want.

Take off your coat.
You look like a new soldier.

Sit down.

Are you a friend of Émile's?

It's funny. I've never seen you.

Of course not.

We just met.

He had a car accident.

-Serious?
-Oh, no. A trifle.

His car's in the garage.
I told him to come.

You did the right thing.

You see, that's what I do.

Yes, I saw.

Very nice.

-You think?
-Yes, they're nice.

You're a pal.

You can screw her if you want.

What are you talking about?

Nothing, honey.

-You know he paints?
-Is that true?

I'm just an amateur.

I've seen his work. He's amazing.

-Can I see?
-Later.

He has a canvas.

Do you know Karchlisky?

No, he doesn't know Karchlisky.

Who's that?

Karchlisky? He's a twit.

A Jew who thinks he's Soutine.

That's not true. I forbid you
to talk about him like that.

He has lots of talent.

He has lots of talent.

I'll show you what he does.

You sleep well.

Can you make room for me?

Don't worry.
He's the one who told me to come.

Yes, I swear.

Move over.

-Is that me?
-Yes.

-Wow, you gave me a nice butt.
-It's yours.

Yes, it's magnificent.

Your work is very good.

Meh.

He told you to come?

Yes. He needs that
in order to make love to me.

Yeah. That guy's crazy, isn't he?

Yes. He always wants his friends
to screw me.

Sometimes it's hard.

-And you agree?
-No.

Usually, I don't want to.

It's different with you.

You seem nice.

You're hot.

You're burning.

-Are you a bit nuts yourself?
-Why?

It's bizarre that you came here.

But--

Why do you stay with him?

I don't know.

Just because.

What?

"Just because"?

Kiss me again.

You do that very well.

What is that?

-It's him. I have to go back up.
-Why?

It's the signal he gave me.
He said he'd call me.

No, stay here.

No, don't be an idiot.

But why?

What are you doing with this prick?

No. Let me go, I said.

I have to go back up.

See?

You had a great time, didn't you?

-Huh?
-What do you mean?

What? Last night
was like the corrida, wasn't it?

Yeah. It wasn't too bad. Thank you.

When women act like prostitutes,
it's worth it.

I hit the jackpot with that one.

She's got a nice ass but she's crazy.

The ass is the only thing
that counts, artist!

I'll drop you at the garage
and pick you up in ten minutes.

It'll be two weeks
before your car is ready.

Why not stay here?

You can have my workshop.

You can paint whenever you want.

And you can dump them on those jerks
who tan their assholes.

With your talent, you'll make a killing.

I know, but…

Don't tell me your family's stopping you.

You don't care. You said they're idiots.

Write them a letter.

Tell them, "I'm finished with umbrellas.

I'll send you some money
every month. Go to hell."

Look at Gauguin.
He gave them all the boot.

It's better to live with this
than with idiots.

Look at her ass crack.

It's more beautiful
than the Virgin's face.

Are you coming?

Where are you going?

To Goulven in Rosbras
to see the room I decorated.

-I'm afraid it's too late.
-Can I go?

No, we're coming right back. Come on.

She's a pain in the ass.
Always following me.

I can't stand him anymore.

He makes me sick.

When I go up,
he'll want to make love to me.

-Take me.
-Where do you want me to take you?

I don't know, but it's hell here.

I can't stand him touching me anymore.

I don't want you to leave.
I don't want you to go home.

Yeah, but what do you expect?

-I know a place where we'll be good.
-Where?

In a little village on the seaside.

A little inn. You could paint.

You're a good painter.

You have lots of talent.

You're saying such nice things to me.

Nobody ever speaks to me like that.

At home, my wife, my daughter, my son…

Godineau and everyone else
tries to suffocate me.

It's true.

No, don't think about it.

All of that is over now.

You think?

It's him.

Don't move.

-I have to go.
-Don't move.

-What are you going to do?
-Destroy him.

Be careful. He's mean.

I'll crush that pygmy between my fingers.

Kitten!

Kitten?

Don't move.

So, lovebirds? Are we good?

We're so good we forgot about Émile?

It's not nice to do things on the sly.

Come on, sweetie. Come.

Come and get her.

I must be dreaming.

What's going on?

You're in love with each other?

Look at that. How touching.

Don't tell me you, the traveling salesman,
fell in love with this tramp.

With this tramp? With this trollop?

You bastard!

-You want to come up?
-No!

No?

Very well.

We'll do this the hard way.

Watch out! He's gonna get his gun.

You're not laughing anymore, huh?

Hey, manufacturing agent,
pack up your nuts and your umbrellas.

Put some clothes on your ass.

And get out.

And you, get upstairs.

I was afraid.

You have to be ready for anything
with that nut.

-I was sure he'd shoot.
-Do you think…

Look. No cartridges.

Look how fast my heart is beating.

I was afraid.

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

You told me you know a place.

-You want to?
-Yes.

I adore you!

Hurry up. Take your things
and let's get out of here.

I don't want to have to hit him again.

Go get dressed.

We'll take his car.

How far is it from here?

About 12 miles.

You'll see how pretty it is.
It's a little fishing village.

The sea is so beautiful.

You're beautiful too.

Incredibly beautiful.

How could I have lived without you?

You see, my life before
with my wife, all that…

It was like a nightmare.

And now…

It's like a dream.

I've been waiting for this
for so long, my God.

I'm gonna paint.

Yes, I'm gonna paint.

I'm gonna paint like crazy.

Your eyes,

your mouth, your forehead.

Your body.

Your thighs.

Your ass.

Oh, yes.

Most of all, your ass.

Show it to me.

Yes, show me.

Show it to me.

Arch your back.

Stretch it out towards me.

It's so beautiful.

It looks like a painting by Courbet.

What genius it takes to paint that.

When I think that he painted thousands

and he was charged with obscenity
while he was simply painting

the most beautiful thing
in the world. An ass.

Oh yeah.

A beautiful woman's ass.

It's magnificent.

I'll paint it in green.

In blue, in red, in yellow.

I'll spend days, nights,
months if I have to.

Oh my God. Holy shit.

You make me crazy. You make me insane.

I'm crazy.

Arch your back.

Your ass…

It's my genie.

My God, you're beautiful.

Don't move. Stay like that.

Oh no, listen. Stop.

I've never been so happy.

And you? Are you good?

I'd like to take you to my country.

Québec is beautiful, you know.

Take me wherever you want.

-Okay?
-Thank you. Goodbye.

-Good evening. Kenavo.
-Goodbye. Thanks.

Let's go.

Angéla?

Angéla?

Angéla?

-Have you seen Angéla?
-No, Mr. Henri.

The last time I saw her was at breakfast.

I haven't seen her since.

-Her things are gone.
-Maybe she's in the village.

-Did someone come to get her?
-I didn't see anyone.

Angéla?

Angéla!

Angéla!

Oh, Ida!

-Have you seen Angéla?
-Yes, Mr. Henri.

-When?
-About an hour ago.

Where?

She got into a car with a man.

What did he look like?

Short, stout.

Oh my God.

-She isn't at the inn?
-No.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Henri.

Hey! Are you going to Riec?

-Yes.
-Can I go with you?

Of course.

Can you go a bit faster?

Yes, of course.

Are you on vacation?

No.

It's a really pretty area here.

Are you from around here?

I'm looking for a crepe restaurant.
Do you happen to know of one?

Are you ill?

Not feeling well?

I can take you to a pharmacy.

No.

Let me out here.

-Do you need a hand?
-No.

How much do I owe you?

Angéla!

Angéla!

Angéla!

Angéla!

Angéla!

Angéla, open the door!

Angéla!

Angéla, answer me!

Angéla!

Henri.

CITY OF PAINTERS

Hello, Henri!

Hey!

-Hi!
-Hello, Henri.

Henri Serin, representant
of the Godineau company.

How are you?

So? Did it work out with the umbrellas?

Quality, solidity, waterproof.

Give me a 56 with ten ribs.

Tell me, Henri,
do you have a 48 with eight?

Forty-eight with eight, 48 with ten,
60 with eight and ten.

The umbrella with invisible ribs.

Java handles covered with leather,

black plastic, cherry wood,
bamboo, imitation bamboo.

Godineau, the church umbrella.

The Thai parasol.

Henri? Your beret.

The beret.

It's the painter's parasol.

Good!

-All shrews, Paolo.
-All…

All.

Except the girl.

She was a lily.

A dove.

Oh, Henri, you're sad today.

Come on. Another song.

"The Strawberries of Pouglastel"!

Are you kidding me?
I've been acting the fool for three weeks.

I'm gonna pass the hat.

I'm not Théodore Botrel, I'm Henri Serin.

Serin.

Henri!

Know who I saw last night in Concarneau?

Yes. My wife and her chimpanzee?

Your dove.

She seemed a bit drunk.

She went into
the Hôtel du Port with a guy.

What did you say?

I saw Angéla last night, I said.

Take that off.

You're crazy. What's gotten into you?

I said take that off!

Let me go. Are you nuts?

Are you gonna let me go, heck?

Let me go!

-Henri, forget it.
-I'm gonna destroy him!

Go home and go to bed. Go on.

Why is he saying nonsense?
You never saw that.

I wasn't dreaming.
It was at 9:00 p.m. last night.

You never saw that.

First, do you know Angéla?

Can you talk?
If anyone knows her, it's me.

I was there when she slept with me.

-Stop!
-She isn't a tramp!

-Of course not.
-I know better than you.

I'm the one who screwed her ass,
poor idiot. Not you!

I know her better than you.

You see he's laughing at you.

I know, but he's a jerk.

Angéla is a white swan.

-Yes, she's a white swan!
-Of course.

-She's a white swan.
-Go to bed.

Go. Go home and go to bed.

Angéla is a white swan.

Damn wind.

No.

Her ass wasn't like that, goddammit!

But I've got it here.

I've got it here, dammit!

-Hi, Henri.
-Hi.

It's been a week since we've seen you.

What will you have?

Red.

Mother told me
she saw you at Petit Kariou.

-You started painting again?
-Yeah.

Do you know?

Émile and Angéla.

They've been back for a week.

The fishmonger saw them yesterday in Riec.

I'm just saying.

What's wrong?

Beautiful.

What's going on?

Who is that fool?

It's the traveling salesman!

Come in!

Come in!

Who is this guy?

You don't know Henri?

The manufacturing agent?

That's the idiot
who destroyed everything here.

Henri!

Come!

Come have a little scotch
with your buddies.

Come on, Henri. Sit your ass down there.

Come on.

Come on!

So you're still in the area?

I thought you went back home.

You came back for the other tramp?

She went home to her dump ages ago.

She was a crackpot. I told you.

A great ass, but no brains.

Henri.

They're very cute.

Look at that.

Tramps, all of them!

Go ahead. What are you waiting for?

Go on. Go for it.

Get up. Go on.

What's wrong with him?

He's hammered.

Go on. Get up.

Hey, linoleum salesman. Get up!

He's gonna throw up everywhere.

He's gonna vomit on my tiles.

Help me. This idiot is heavy. Come on!

Damn!

Come on! Come here, fatty.

Come!

You're ugly, but I'm gonna screw you.

Hello, Mr. Henri. Did you sleep well?

You drank too much again last night.

You're not reasonable.

You know it's bad for you.

You're not even finishing
your paintings now.

Tell me, Marie.

Why did Angéla leave?

Huh?

I'm really pathetic.

What are you saying?

I ruined everything.

What is this nonsense?

I should have stayed at Godineau.

No. What you did was good.

You think?

You weren't happy.

I can't even paint anymore.

It'll come back.

I haven't even sold one painting.

That'll come too. Don't be impatient.

You're nice.

I don't even have a cent
to pay the hotel this week.

It's no big deal. The boss likes you.

She'll give you credit.

-You think so?
-Yes.

And you can always give her paintings
as a deposit.

When are you going to paint my portrait?

You painted everyone else but me.

Whenever you want.

And you must promise to stop drinking.

You see that it's bad for you.
It makes you sad.

You're nice.

-Hi, Riton.
-Hi, sailor.

Hey.

How are you, Henri?

Got any money tonight?

Let me see.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Come on. You're not coming up
with your gear, are you?

Put it down.

Come and wash your little friend.

Help me.

Come on.

You've certainly got a big one there.

Wow.

We'll take care of business first.

Come on.

Two hundred.

One,

two…

That won't go very far tonight.

Come on.

Don't just stand there.

Come here.

Oh boy.

You really tied one on.

You're sad this evening.

Huh?

You're very sad.

What do you want? Oh no!

That's more expensive
and you're broke. No!

No!

Don't ruin my hair.

An hour ago, the hairdresser
put my headdress on!

No. Calm down! You're a pain in the ass.

That isn't the same price!

You don't have any money! You're terrible!

-Tramp!
-What's gotten into you?

Help!

But-- Help!

Help!

You've lost your mind.
What's your problem?

Get the hell away from me!

No, it can't be.

Thief!

Thief!

Don't come back here for a very long time!

My mother gave it to me.
It was my grandmother's headdress.

It isn't the Pont-Aven headdress.

No, it's from Kergoulet.

My grandmother is from there.

Why do you want to paint me
in traditional dress?

Because it's prettier.

And it really suits you.

It enhances your childlike side.
You have the head of a doll.

When I was a child,
my grandmother called me Marie-Doll.

You see?

She said that was the name
of a woman Gauguin was in love with.

Is that true?

Yes.

But she wasn't in love with him.

She was in love with someone else.

I heard he was a bad man.

Who told you that?

My grandmother.

She said he wasn't liked here.
He wanted to sleep with all the women.

Really?

Gauguin was just like me.

Am I moving too much?

It's fine.

I'm leaving the inn in two weeks.

Really?

To do what?

Sell crepes on the beach.

I do it every summer.

It pays well.
I make double what I make here.

I'll be back in September.
Maybe you'll be here.

Maybe.

I also sell donuts and candy apples.
You must come and see me.

Candy apples are nice.

They're such a pretty red color.

Turn your head a bit. There.

That's good.

Why don't you go see Marie Pape?

With the money you have,

you might get her to remove her headdress.

I'm counting on you, Henri.

Don't let me down.

You're my buddy. You get hammered
and you've got a handsome mug.

I'm one of you.
I'm one of God's chosen ones.

Oh dear.

A hitchhiker I picked up said that to me.

A nut who does pilgrimages.

-Loyant?
-He didn't give me his name.

-Tall? Skinny?
-I don't know.

He had sandals and a bottle of red wine.

Oh yeah. That's Loyant.

Jeez.

The way he looks, man.

-You know him?
-Yes.

He's going to the bazaar on Sunday.

I hope he doesn't bring his sister.

That would really be a festival of idiots.

The other pilgrim returning.

We'll drink to that.

No, I haven't got time.
I have to go to Trémalo.

-I have a meeting with Marie.
-You see?

Bye, apostle.

Say hi to Christ.

Don't get your skirt caught in the spokes!

So?

I love it. It's very pretty.

My friend, Léna, wants hers done too.

Sure. Whenever she wants.

But she'll pay you.

She said of all the painters here,
you're the most talented.

Your friend is nice.

Sit down. I don't have much more to do.

We're going shrimping
tomorrow morning. Wanna come?

Sure.

Low tide is at 5:00 a.m.
You have to get up early.

Hey.

What did the priest say to me?

You're acting at the party on Sunday?

No, not acting.
I'm singing with Patrick Le Gueden.

I don't have a great voice but still…

Léna's lucky. She's in the big play.

She knows things about Gauguin too.

Really?

Her grandmother told her.

Her great-grandmother
worked at Marie-Jeanne Gloannec's house.

No girl wanted to clean her room
because she was so mean.

Well…

Look.

That's it, Mr. Henri. We've got a bunch!

That's great!

We have lots.

I wish to inform you
that Mr. and Miss Loyant

who are with me, you know them well,

will pass through the aisles
between sketches

to propose scapulars
from Immaculate Conception.

So give them a warm welcome.

A small change in the program.

Patrick Le Gueden,

who had an electric bicycle accident,

won't be able to be here.

Therefore, our good friend

and artist Henri Serin,

who I put in charge of decoration
for the bazaar,

was willing to take over on short notice.

So he'll be singing
when the curtain goes up,

with Marie Guédec,

the "Duo des Adieux" by our important

and so dearly missed Botrel.

Bravo!

Bravo, Henri!

Bravo, Riton!

You're still drunk, Mr. Henri.

I beg you, Marie.

How will that help you?

It will be good for me.

You're worse than a child.

Show me.

I will but under one condition.

Afterwards, you'll go to bed.
Otherwise, you'll drink.

I promise.

Show me.

Turn around.

It's so beautiful.

Come closer.

That's enough.
I have to help the priest tidy up.

I beg you, Marie.

Let me touch you.

It's so firm.

It's like two little apples.

-You're not being reasonable.
-Marie.

I'm begging you.

Let me see your pussy.

Let me see.

Oh my God, what a wonder.

It's like bubbles.

Do you know how beautiful you are?

You're very beautiful. Are you a virgin?

-Yes.
-Oh no.

Oh no.

It's so beautiful.

No! Don't move.

Let me look.

Let me admire.

I've never seen anything that beautiful.

It's so beautiful I want to weep.

See, I don't dare touch it.

You're a child.

It's crazy.

Oh, Marie.

Oh, Marie, my little sweetheart.

Oh, my little darling.

I'm hard.

I'm hard.

Lie down.

I'm reborn.

I'm alive again.

In the name of God.

I'm crazy.

I'm crazy.

I'm completely nuts.

Donuts, candy apples!

Donuts!

Donuts, candy apples!

Donuts, candy apples.

Candy apples for the kids.