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Chrystèle, I trust you with the kids, the errands, etc.

- Yes, ma'am. - And take care of my husband.

It'll be a shock for him...

Oh, Lord, 4:25. School will be over soon.

Calm down! Calm down...

I'll miss them so much.

Must one give up everything to be a good mother and wife?

If passionate Love presents itself,

can't one be selfish?

Bath time at 7, supper at 8, in bed at 9, as usual.

- They'll need their routine. - Yes, ma'am.

Be courageous, girl, it's for your own good.

- Would it be stingy to take it? - I dunno.

Well, he bought it to please me, so...

He never really liked Utrillo.

Dear God, I almost forgot!

- Next month's wages. - Thanks, ma'am.

I owe you that much. Thank you for everything, Chrystèle.

You really are a nice girl!

5 flannel undies, size L, ref. 47224.

47224...

Coal insoles for sweaty feet.

- Ref. 520... - You mean "reference", sir?

That's what it means! Well then, reference 520142.

520142. Yes?

The encyclopedia of gambling games. Ref. 504609.

...609.

And the art of glazing shoes throughout history.

- Ref... erence... - Yes?

- 504752. - Anything else?

- No, that'll be all. Thanks. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Christophe! You're searching through my pockets!

Come back, Christophe!

- Did Chrystèle leave also? - Yes!

While we were in the tub!

Holy shit! Holy cow!

- It's chipped, huh? - No. Nah!

- Did I hurt ya? - Yeah, but what's done is done!

Sorry.

Wanna drink something?

I'll take a pint!

- I'm Chrystèle! - Christophe!

- Funny! - What?

Chrystèle-Christophe. "Chrys-Chris"!

Right!

- Did ya like it? - What?

- What we did. - Oh, yeah!

- Aren't my breasts too small? - Nope!

- Tryin' to be polite? - No...

Damn, it reeks in here! Don't ya think?

- I don't smell anythin'. - But it stinks!

- Ya don't find em too small? - No! And I don't like em big.

See? Ya like my jugs, it means they're small.

No! Not big, not small. They're fine.

- I find em too small. - I find em fine.

Well then...

See ya!

Yeah.

- Where did I put my purse? - Over there.

Bitch!

Bastard!

Thanks.

- What're ya doin'? - Lookin' for staff.

Really? I'm interested!

What a lump! I'm lookin' for a job!

I didn't know... What dya do?

Domestic employee.

Gimme the paper when you're done?

Yay! 10 euros!

What dya do?

Chauffeur, housekeeper, handyman... Cook, too.

There's nothin'!

Told ya, there's nothin'!

Couples only.

Couples only...

Couples only!

A MATTER OF TRUST

No, no! Later, Christophe.

All right, ma'am.

- He's nice, but not too bright. - We don't need a college boy.

Did you check their references?

Yes. They worked for 5 years for an elderly lady

who chose to move into a home.

Was she satisfied with them?

God only knows. The poor woman died right after she moved.

Rubbish! They must have looked at the obituaries in some paper.

You're always exaggerating.

The Fontenay-sous-Bois town hall confirmed it all to me.

That's in the Val-de-Marne area!

They must have relations at the town hall...

My dear Françoise, should your allegations be true,

don't lose sight of what matters.

Are we satisfied with their work, yes or no?

- So far, I'm not dissatisfied. - Thank you.

So far.

So far. Then, please judge them for what they are,

and not for what they could be or for what they may have been.

Oh, here!

I found this in the sofa.

Thank you.

Right, goodbye, Mrs. Meyer. See you next week.

- Ugh, these euros confuse me. - Me too.

That's why I pretend they're francs.

- Need help crossin' the road? - No. Why?

- Françoise! - Françoise!

How are you? Excuse me.

Fine, fine.

- I must run. Say hi to Philippe. - Right. Goodbye.

My sister-in-law. A mental case.

The glasses mean she had surgery done again. It's her hobby.

- Yet, her husband cheats on her. - Some people need to cheat,

even if they're serviced at home.

You call that being serviced?

Every summer in Lubéron, it's the same: a new body part.

And her name's Françoise, too. That makes 2 of us in town.

That's funny!

Very...

- Ever been to Lubéron? - No, but I heard it's beautiful.

You're mistaken. It's boring and ugly as sin.

- Bummer! I thought it was nice! - Are you kidding?

Cork oaks all over, too hot, no water point, except for pools

around which you literally burn. Plus, all that driving

to head over to so and so

who've rearranged their barn into a home theater? No!

No, it's not pretty.

Why do you go then?

It makes my husband happy. It's an excuse to be with the family.

But I must share the bathroom with the nut job for 3 weeks.

I'm almost glad to return to Mulhouse.

- His shoes are super classy. - You don't say!

What?

- They have chocolate spread! - Really?

I love this one! It's too good!

Have a taste. It's delish!

- It's not chocolate. - It is too: 100% chocolate!

It's never tasted like that.

You've never had real chocolate, then. Have some more.

No, it stinks like medicine!

- What's with ya? - It is medicine!

Are ya jokin'?

- Are ya nuts? What's it? - It makes ya go.

You're a pest! It's gross!

- What? I was havin' fun. - It's no fun!

Well, a little bit...

Oh, c'mon, it's no biggie!

From the old guy's skid marks, I'd say he must've overdone it.

...let me say something.

You ramble about the apocalyptic description of the relationships

between the employers and the employees with a zeal...

Good night!

- Have a good night. - Have a good night.

Take a chair, if you like.

...in 1920, but that's over!

No, we'll go to bed.

Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

...what are we saying? What critical look...

He's a nice guy.

...in a society like ours...

What a stench! Don't ya have feet products?

They ran out.

Maybe my feet stink, but I don't have small breasts.

Let's say it's not feet-related, but can I open the window?

Sure.

Cuz... it totally reeks!

- This is the life, innit? - Yeah.

Myrtle and her tricks are funny.

- Yeah, but she likes me. - Really?

- I'm good with the oldsters. - How dya do it?

I dunno. I make em happy. I'm nice to em.

That's smart.

Quick blowjob?

Wait! I'll wash my feet first, so we can shut the window.

- Chrystèle? - Yes?

Some mail for you.

For me?

Didn't you forget to pay a bill, by any chance?

- No... - Don't delay those things.

If it's the government, they won't leave you alone.

- Fontenay-sous-Bois town hall. - May I speak to Ludovic?

No. He took the day off.

- Hello? - Turn that shit down!

- You sound irate. - Ya think?

If it's the letter, I told you last time it's the last time.

- What now? - Ya said "last time" twice.

Correct. It was the last time I was partaking in your schemes.

Enough with the bull.

I won't be a party to your irresponsible attitude.

Trépasse & Blonnet, bailiffs.

I'm responsible! It's no trip to Marineland!

That means people hold grudges against you.

- Everybody's pleased with me! - So, why the registered letters?

I dunno.

- Did you open it? - No.

- Open it. Then, you'll know. - Nah!

Chrystèle, knock some sense into yourself.

I'll be the one knocking stuff into you!

What's goin' on?

My stupid brother's forwardin' registered letters to me!

Behind your glass.

Chrystèle?

Can you please check if there's white wine left in the fridge?

Yes, ma'am.

I need to hydrate... Chrystèle!

If there's none in the fridge, take some in the cellar.

With ice cubes, it'll do.

I really can't stand her...

He's nice. Not bright, but nice. But that girl...

What has she done to you again?

A fancy bracelet of mine vanished.

Just like the duck I found behind the bust.

The oldest trick in the book.

She moves everything around, so we can't find anything...

Then we forget, and bam, spoils of war...

And why wouldn't it be him?

Because it shows. She's the thief.

It's in her blood. It shows on her face.

You'll always be a right-winger, my poor Françoise.

Gaullist. There's a difference.

- Myrtle's a heavy drinker! - She is?

Not that one, I muffed it up!

- I watered it down too much. - Serious?

One just follows the General's values, like my father did.

Didn't that help you, at the start of your career?

You mix up everything, my poor Françoise.

I'll have you know I love mixes. Blanc sur rouge, rien ne bouge.

- Thank you. - You were having rosé.

Blanc sur rosé, tout est enjolivé.

And a little cognac, to "get back in whack"?

That peacefulness you always project...

If only you knew how much it annoys me...

I know, Françoise, but it's my nature, I swear.

I know that.

How did you manage to endure me all those years?

I get inebriated slowly, as you can notice.

But I cannot complain.

Compared to women in the Sahel, I'm quite privileged.

But I'm not sure I've led the life I dreamt of.

I have.

That's a nice thing to say.

Still, that won't give me back my bracelet.

Bet ya 10 euros she beats him!

I'm not the gambling type.

She dances like an anvil.

I don't think so.

- I'm gonna knock her down, too! - Yeah!

- She's your gal? - Yeah.

- Sorry. I was kidding. - About what?

Nothing.

10 euros she beats Madonna!

I'm not the gambling type.

Happy birthday, dear.

- It's back. - What is?

My Hermès blouse with the golf club patterns.

It had disappeared. Now, it's back.

Cleaned, ironed, put back on the same hanger...

She's obviously very good.

- You never believe me. - You're always exaggerating.

Aren't you unwrapping your gift?

It will look beautiful on her...

There. It's all here, with the addresses.

The shopkeepers know. You just need to pick it all up.

Chrystèle, when you're done, get back home at the double.

- You've got a lot on your plate. - Yes, ma'am.

Smellin' good. What's it?

- Vetiver. - Just like my husband.

All right.

Let's meet here in 2 hours.

I think I have her PIN.

You're real good!

Damn!

ONE MOMENT. REMOVE YOUR CARD

TAKE YOUR MONEY

Hey! How about me?

Please come with me for the shampooing, Mrs. Térion.

- You lost something? - My handbag!

Has anyone seen Mrs. Térion's bag?

I can be so distracted.

It's not just the elderly. It happens to me too, you know?

- Thank you, Christophe. - See you later.

The size fits.

I'll take both Wonderbras and this. I also wanna buy...

- A nightgown like that. Yeah! - A négligé. Blue or black?

- Nah, pink's good. - I'll bring it.

- It suits you ravishingly. - Is that a compliment?

I'm being sincere. Or I wouldn't say anything.

Right... But it seems you only think about picking me up.

Saying that is an exaggeration, but... I like to please women.

- Do you find that wrong? - No.

- Would you like to try it on? - No. Please gift-wrap it.

May I offer you a drink?

I'll take a pint!

They'll tell ya off! Where were ya?

Some old guy cruised me. He kept saying he'd bang me to heaven.

He took forever to get it up!

- Chrystèle? - Yes, ma'am?

He spurt it all over my knees, all sludgy.

And you chose today to be late... Where were you?

- For me? - Happy birthday, ma'am.

Chrystèle... You shouldn't have. That's too sweet.

- And you knew where she was? - I didn't know, I swear!

Right. He let me vent about you without even blinking.

No, Chrystèle, are you insane? You must be ruined now.

Birthdays don't happen every day!

It's beautiful!

Chrystèle, I'm embarrassed. You shouldn't have.

It suits you ravishingly.

I'm touched.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

The president of the chamber of commerce gave those to me.

- They're splendid. - Will you wear them?

I can only imagine the reactions were I seen with these in court.

I have a sense for the ridicule, but aren't they beautiful?

Magnificent.

At last!

Excuse me.

Chrystèle? Can you please come and take the coats?

Good evening.

Sorry, we're late. But you know how Françoise is.

- What's with you now? - Nothing.

Let's eat now or it'll overcook. Sorry for hurrying you.

Take off your coat. Everyone's waiting. Chrystèle, the coats.

Come along. Thank you.

- It's nuts! - What?

- The guy who just arrived! - I think he's grampa's bro.

- No! - I've seen his wife before!

Damn!

I heard he cheats on her...

- Ya know him? - I had it off with him today!

- But he's old! - I told ya!

Jacques, to Clothilde's left. Irène.

Françoise, next to Philippe, at the end of the table.

Estelle, next to me.

We're delighted to have you. I've prepared a baeckeoffe,

with pinot noir, which Philippe is quite fond of...

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

- You've completely spoiled me! - You're always exaggerating...

His wife's ugly, but she's got nice tits!

His face when I blew in his ear while he was helping himself!

He didn't move.

What's goin' on?

Tell me! What's goin' on?

Ya mad at me?

The ad said "Looking for a couple."

Christophe, we're together because of the ad.

Are we together or not, then?

It's not cuz we work and sleep together that we're together.

Duh!

And ya know first hand I tend to have sex with about anyone.

Otherwise, I wouldn't tell ya I banged another dude.

It wouldn't be nice.

Duh.

Duh!

I'm going to bed. I'm beat. What a day!

After seein' his face tonight, I'm sure we could blackmail him!

She turned out to be a nice girl after all.

I've asked you countless times not to smoke in the bedroom.

- It's my birthday! - In that case...

- How can this be? - I dunno. Maybe it's the condom.

There musta been a hole in it. It happens.

What proves it's from me?

We'll see when it's born. See if it looks like ya.

How much will this cost me?

Hello?

Philippe? Jacques speaking. I must talk to you.

I'm listening.

At her age, being obsessed with her body...

She could have it all redone. Jackie would still cheat on her.

True beauty is on the inside.

Jacques doesn't care about that. Whose turn is it?

Yours.

- What's the matter? - You were right about Chrystèle.

But you were wrong about Christophe.

Train number...

What?

THESE SHOES WON'T BRING YOU LUCK!

It'll disappear as you wear em.

- I can't wear em! - Get rid of em, then!

I can't get rid of em!

Deal with it!

What a chicken!

Are ya outta yer mind?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Is your mommy at home?

- His mommy left. - Oh...

I have a parcel for Chrystèle Burrel.

- She left, too. - Oh...

That bitch abandoned my kids the day my bitch of a wife left.

You're not lucky. But...

- What do I do with the parcel? - Same as me: you deal with it.

I'm stealing him from you.

Is everything all right? Yes?

Chrystèle?

Robert and Catherine! Welcome! Come in.

- You were perfect at the schul. - Thanks.

True. How are you, Robert?

- Come in, Catherine. Hello. - Hi.

- In the small den, please. - Yes, ma'am.

Come, have a drink.

- The dry sausage's weird! - Hurry, they show up in herds!

- Chrystèle? It's Ludo! - Goodbye, Ludo!

You really brushed him off!

- What? - Where are you?

Why? Ya wanna send me the cops?

- Come on, where are you? - In France!

- Are you alone? - If I'm alone?

- Chrystèle? - Comin', ma'am!

I have to go. They're callin' me for some bowling!

- You work on Sundays? - No, it's the kid's communion!

- Bar mitzvah! - Same difference!

- Why don't you come to my place? - What for?

We never see each other anymore. Try to find work in the area,

instead of hopping from one lousy job to another.

- They ain't lousy! - You'd do fewer silly things.

What a pain in the ass! He's nice but always annoyin'!

Now that I'm religiously an adult,

I'd like to quote the mitzvah I hold dearest.

"Honor your father and your mother.

"Today, I get the unique chance to publicly express my love

"and gratitude for all you have brought to me for 13 years

"with such devotion."

- Darling, I'm proud of you. - Thank you.

Go and open your gifts. Then, go and thank everybody.

- Come on. - Yay! Gifts!

Thank you very much.

- Mother! Mother! - What is it?

Even though I wrote on the sole: "These won't bring you luck!"

He's less superstitious than I thought...

Or he didn't see it!

Philippe always says I exaggerate! However...

Who was right?

- You were, about Chrystèle. - About Christophe as well!

- He was nice. Wasn't he? - Of course.

She's the one who dragged him down to her level.

Oh, thank you, Agathe.

Didn't you press charges?

For trinkets and shoes?

It must have been more costly for others...

Excuse us.

- To go to village... Is far? - 5 km.

My wife could drop you off. She's on her way there.

- Thank you. We walk. Thank you. - Enjoy the stroll. Goodbye.

- He's not too bright, is he? - You said it.

But he's a good worker.

- All right, I'll be off. - I'll walk you.

- Chrystèle? - Yes, ma'am?

I'm going to run errands. Are we short of anything?

A plunger for our bathroom!

- Did you talk to them? - I'll do it.

Say, Chrystèle, I was thinking. Would you be interested in...

working under the table?

Frankly, if it's fine with you, it's fine with us, too.

40% of contributions fewer. I'll give you half.

- It's a win-win. - I dunno. I'll ask Christophe.

- Yeah, I guess he'll agree. - Good.

Ask him soon.

If you think there are 1001 ways to say "Happy Birthday, Mom",

then enter a Darty shop.

For Mother's Day too, the best choice is Darty.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Thank ya, sweetie. They're precious.

Give Daddy a kiss.

Come on. Give Daddy a kiss.

Better than that. A real kiss.

Ain't she cute?

Now she's got hairy privates, they both drool over her!

Not me!

I was told not to do it... I got it. I won't do it again.

By the way, how's yer sister?

All right.

If ya come here to bug me when ya go see yer adopter,

- don't come anymore. - What? He don't come often.

- If he don't come anymore... - We won't see him anymore.

- No! - He won't be buggin' me, then.

Don't worry, Dad. I trust you.

You too, Mom.

- You too. I trust all 3 of you. - Huh?

- What? - Nothing.

- Ya're not eatin'? - No, thanks...

You still don't change the clock to summertime?

- No! - No. But the social worker

had a good idea:

she copied the kid's schedule with one hour... more...

More or less, I forget. Anyway, now she's never early at school.

But she's always early at home now.

And she always wakes us up right durin' our nap!

Why don't you nap one hour early?

If we change everythin', we might as well change the time!

- So, we don't change the clock. - There.

Gentlemen, there's one hour left to register

for the grand pétanque contest.

Many prizes to be won. Small ones, nice ones, big ones.

Register now.

10 euros!

See? Yer clogs don't bring bad luck!

- Chrystèle, it's Ludo. - Yes?

- What are you doing? - Nothin'.

- Today's Mother's Day. - Ya went?

Yes. Mélanie's all grown-up. Sharp, and cute as a button.

- Goin' to Mounie's now? - I'm almost there. You called?

Not yet.

- Will you? - Yes!

- You didn't call her last year. - But I sent flowers!

- Not true! - It is too!

No, it's not.

This time, I'll both call and send flowers!

You promise?

Get lost!

Urgh, family! You have family?

My dad's at the cemetery. My mom's in prison.

Did she kill him?

How did she kill him?

Ya're no fun! I'll go take a leak.

What an original surprise!

- And how punctual! - Sorry, I was at my parents'.

- Where dya think we were, jerk? - Don't start bickering!

Happy Mother's Day, Mounie!

Since you're late, they'll hear what I told them again.

First, I'm not your mother. Second, I have a first name.

I don't want to be celebrated the same day these bitches are.

Stick to Christmas and Sainte-Monique's Day.

- Any news from Chrystèle? - I saw her. She says "hi".

Liar.

- How is she? - She's fine.

I swear. She said she found a nice place. And she's been

- with the same guy for weeks. - No monkey business?

Not that I know of.

If she's fine, it's all that matters.

That makes 13.

- One more? - Sure.

Christophe?

I'm off!

- I thought she was with you. - Yeah...

Ya're a real bugger! Ya stole my dough yesterday! Asshole!

- It's not huntin' season, is it? - No. Bad news for you.

We can't keep you.

- Why not? - Why not?

My wife and I aren't pleased with your work.

You were pleased yesterday!

Yesterday's yesterday.

- We didn't steal from you. - We'll check before you leave.

When dya want us to leave?

Now.

All right, then.

This is the 27th. You owe us one month minus 4 days.

- No. - Yes, you do.

- 31 days minus 4, that's 27. - I'm not paying you.

- What? But we worked! - You shouldn't have then.

- Did you see them working? - No. I don't know these people.

- Ya're thieves! - Say that again...

Come on! We won't chitchat for hours.

Scram! Go on! Get!

- You, couple of twerps! - Didn't you hear? Scram!

What an asshole! Next time, we'll ask for references!

Ludo's right.

Wanna go to Paris? Enough with the hicks!

Asshole!

- What? - Nothin'.

- Still mad? - No.

I can't help it. What's done is done. That's all.

Ya nicked cash from me yesterday and I got over it.

So what? Are ya comin'?

The only thing I ask is that you keep this place tidy.

The walls don't move, so this place can easily get crammed.

- Tidiness is our job. - Yeah.

You're timing is right. I may have something for you.

I bet it's a shitty job!

I don't like to hear you talk like that.

Ya're not Mounie!

- No... - Ya were talkin' like her now.

Not at all!

Sorry, I was jokin'.

- Whacha got for us? - Nothing. You'll manage alone.

- C'mon, tell me! - No.

It's a shitty job, huh?

C'mon, tell me it's a shitty job!

- True, it's not a lot of fun. - See? I knew it!

Is there a supermarket around here? I need some stuff.

5 minutes down the road, there's a mall.

I'll be right back.

What?

Nothing.

He seems very nice.

- Christophe? - Yes?

- Can you get him somethin'? - What?

Anythin'. A thank-you gift for him.

It's here! I was lookin' for it!

This car rules! What Twingo is it?

- What? - What options did you get?

It's the basic model.

Yet, it rules.

Damn, it's crowded!

- Is it always like this? - No, it's Saturday night.

- Ya've never been here? - No...

What a dweeb!

- Want a chocolate? - No, thanks.

Have people recently died around here?

If it's for your sister, no.

- Lydia... Please... I promise... - No. No. No.

She won't do silly things now. She lives with me. Please.

- A very last time, to help her. - No!

Whatever, I'll ask N'Gamé.

It wasn't easy to get references, but I came through.

- Got the munchies? - Yup. Want one?

No, thanks.

- Chrystèle's not home? - She went to the supermarket.

What?

- I told ya: we ain't married! - I didn't say anythin'.

- Look at yer face. - I'm not mad.

That's been yer way since ya turned 13.

- What way? - Ya suck dicks and nick moppets.

Better that than the other way around.

If you see it that way...

All right...

Ya know what? We're gonna find separate jobs.

I'll only see ya at weekends. We'll take a breather.

- It's for the best. - If ya say so.

If I may, you'll find a job more easily that way.

Alone, it's not easy. As a duet, you make it harder.

So, this one's the bakery the kids like for its candies.

The red brick building...

On Tuesdays and Thursdays at 6, Victor's got judo there.

Yuck! Lovebirds! Disgusting...

No, it's not disgusting, honey.

Have you got a boyfriend, Chrystèle? Watch the car!

- Yeah, not really. - "Not really"?

He don't wanna commit or nothin'. So I said:

"I'm takin' my distance. See ya at weekends."

Indeed, make yourself wanted.

Victor, eat yer rice, okay? You too. There ain't much.

C'mon, gulp that down.

- Damn, no more yoghurt! - I'll buy ya some tomorrow.

Want some water? Easy...

Don't spill.

Sorry. Sorry. Start over. C'mon.

Good... One, two... Good!

Come on. Stop it. It's silly. Don't put them to bed too late.

- No, ma'am. - What time will you be home?

No idea. I'll come and kiss you while you're sleeping.

- Good night, my sweets. - Good night.

- Bye, big boy. Good night. - Have a good evening.

Again? All right...

Easy!

Hello?

- Christophe? - Yes?

Can you get Riquet, please?

What's he doing? Victor?

- Coming! - What are you doing?

- I can't find my collection box. - Where did you put it?

- I don't know. - Look after your stuff! Come on.

No! Mrs. Boteau said to bring it back today!

Did you see his box for the lepers?

- Oh, no, sir. - Isn't it in your bedroom?

- Let's go! - Tell your brother!

- What is it? - He lost his box. What a pain!

Come on. Don't get mad!

He leaves things lying about, leaving us cleaning after him.

- Did you find it? - Go look in your brother's room!

Damn! Get lost! My classes only start at 10!

- We'll be late! - We are late!

- So? - I can't find it.

Too bad. You're a pain. Let's go.

I'll look and I'll bring it by 11:30, okay?

Don't worry. I'm calling Mrs. Boteau right away.

Now, get going!

WORLD LEPROSY DAY

I know someone who'll feel relieved.

What do I do?

You gave it back. Let's forget about it.

How can ya listen to that? It's so sad... Horribly sad.

It's not sad. It's beautiful.

Chrystèle won't come. She's going to Deauville.

Again?

I know you're disappointed,

but let's rejoice to see she's with good people.

I won't rejoice every week.

Wanna play the lottery? Friday 13th's super jackpot!

- No, thanks. - Too bad.

Money made without working is of no interest to me.

By the way, I'm not having dinner here.

- Got plans? - I have a date.

With who?

What's it to you?

Will ya introduce her to us?

We'll see.

- Have a good evening! - Yeah. Bye.

- Your schoolbag. - I have it!

Good evening.

Madam. Mr. Beverel. Hello, kids. Was the trip pleasant?

Yes, the road was deserted.

Room 416 will only be ready in half an hour.

Not a problem. Ludivine, you'll have your bath in my room.

Let's meet for dinner.

Can we go to the swimming pool?

Excuse me.

My shift ends in 10 minutes. Can I offer you a drink?

While you wait for the room to be ready...

I'll take a pint.

10 minutes?

- Are you staying a bit longer? - Is it time yet?

50 euros and I'll make love to you again.

I can't.

I am on a budget. I must stick to it.

Please...

Chrystèle, there's no sugar.

Don't ask Chrystèle. Go and get some yourself. It's right there.

- He's hopeless. - Are we going?

- Eat something. - I'm not hungry.

- You'll starve on the court. - No.

- All right. Let's go. - At least take cereal bars.

Yeah, right.

Don't have kids, Chrystèle.

They're cute when they're small, but then...

I ain't worried. I had a bad salpingitis, so no kids for me.

- I'm sorry. - No offense.

There, the car in the garage!

Aren't you warm?

Hot!

- No, the sea's cold. - It's warm.

Damn...

Christophe!

There's a bin right there! On your left.

Pass me the blue one. Oh, thanks.

- No, Victor! No more cola! - One more sip.

Clear that off, I need the table.

C'mon, hurry.

C'mon!

- Ludo? Is Christophe there? - No, he left.

- Where? - He didn't tell you?

- No. - Sorry, I thought you knew.

I think I've offended him. I can be fussy.

- Ya know where he is? - He left me an address.

How much does 4 and 3 make?

43.

Hello!

Can you turn it down?

Chrystèle?

- The area looks nice. - Wait till ya see the hotel!

With the 1999 storm, all the trees came down.

The sea can be seen from almost everywhere now.

- How are they? - His wife died a month ago.

- Is he sad? - He's cool.

- Did ya get his references? - Are ya nuts?

We won't get screwed this time. Not by him.

He fell right in.

The same?

In 1232, a man and a woman were passionately in love...

Even death couldn't tear them apart.

Since then, their love's travelled throughout time.

Excuse me.

I think I love you. I miss you.

It's awful. Since my wife died, I've never felt more alive.

- You'll leave the light open? - Sure.

Good evening!

Oh, fuck!

We're done for!

You, over there. The others, with me!

That's not for us. See how many they are?

Listena yerself! "We're done for!"

"Public enemy Number one"!

What's goin' on?

Didn't you watch the news? A trawler dumped its cocaine.

I'll prepare mayo with that.

- I've never tried cocaine. - Me neither.

- It costs an arm and a leg. - So I heard.

It'll never fit!

It's cute but it's too small.

One or two trips should do. Do you mind waitin' here?

I'll just be a minute. We're at the hotel, over there.

At the Plaza? We can have everything delivered, too.

No, no, don't bother. Just wait here.

It's better. More mileage for the breakin'-in.

Have a good evening, madam. Good evening, sir.

- We'll be late! - They slide. I don't wanna fall.

But where's my lover? He flies

But where's my lover? He steals

I have a thief for a lover

The crow flies and my lover steals

The thief of my heart breaks his word

And the thief of the cheese is not here

- Have a pink one. - What taste?

- Roses. - The black ones are delish!

- What're they made of? - Prunes... Nah! Liquorice!

That's funny.

That girl also had her breasts redone at Clinique du Louvre.

She looks like a dairy cow. Awful!

- The two beers are for you? - Yes, sir!

- Your macaroons are awesome! - Thank you, miss.

- What're the red ones made of? - Morellos, sir.

- What? - Cherries.

See? Told ya!

- So? Not too stressed out? - So-so.

It should be fine. The instructor's a cool guy.

Come on. Keep your hands at 10:10 and watch the road.

- Good morning! Mr. Gérard. - Good morning! Let's go.

- Good morning! - Good morning!

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Congratulations! - First time round!

Chrystèle! That's it!

I got it!

I got it!

I'LL BEE BAK IN 2 DAYZ CHRYSTÈLE

- Didn't you like it, sir? - I did.

Would you like something else?

- What time do you close? - Last orders are at 23:30.

- I'll have a look at the menu. - Very well, sir.

Rien ne va plus!

22, black, even, high. The House wins.

Good evening.

Want some company, darling?

Holy cow, it hurts like hell!

What a bunch of fuckfaces!

Don't ever get a boobjob!

Those bastards! "It won't hurt"! My ass!

- That makes ya laugh? - No...

It doesn't seem too clean...

He's played the lottery for years!

If all those who play for years won...

Mounie, if it were dirty money, I wouldn't have accepted it.

Yes?

Hi, Mounie.

Fine. Now, have a snack and go do your homework.

- Did you think of your parents? - Yes. I didn't tell Chrystèle.

Does she know you're giving this money to me?

Yes. She's even told me to give it to you. I swear!

First number: 48.

- That's it! - Show me!

44.

I still must wear the reinforced bra for a month, and that's it!

So?

Fine. But besides the swelling, I don't see a big difference.

Then others will see it!

42.

- Is Myriam here? - No, she no longer works here.

Well... Armand!

- You got a raise? - No, we won the lottery!

Don't you see anythin'?

Very nice.

Can you book us an hour of golf with Éric tomorrow?

And... not too early.

- Hotel Normandy... - I'll take care of it.

- Are we done? - Your key, sir. Enjoy your stay.

- This way. - Do you think many will notice?

- Don't be jealous cuz of that. - What other reason is there?

Ya're too romantic.

I won't do it again, okay?

Okay.

Perfect.

It can't be. He's played before.

Keep at it that way.

Chrystèle!

Chrystèle...

I'm so glad to see you again.

I was so worried! Don't ever disappear like that again!

You must be Christophe.

Henri, come. Chrystèle's here.

What's happened to you?

Come tell me all about it.

- Hello, Chrystèle. - Hello, sir.

Hello.

- We're fine at the hotel. - Perrine is right.

You can't keep squandering at the plaza.

First, move into a flat. Second, invest at the bank.

Henri's right.

Winning once is a miracle. It won't happen twice.

- Don't waste it all foolishly. - Introduce them to Marcadet.

- Who's he? - A friend. A banker.

- Chrystèle, I'm thirsty. - Sure. Some water.

Ludivine, what got into you?

And please, let's have dinner tonight.

Gladly.

I'm full!

- Whelks feel like tyres! - Yeah! I don't like that.

- Ugh, ya're gross! - What?

Ya fart like an old horse! Gross.

- It can happen. - "It can happen"? Gross!

If ya want me to fart elsewhere, ya'll fart elsewhere, too!

- I don't fart. - Right. I heard ya many times!

- I don't think so! - Girls don't fart?

Maybe girls do! I don't!

- Damn, you're gross! - I didn't do it.

- You did too! - No, I didn't.

- Bullshit. I saw you push! - Not true!

You were red like a tomato!

- And yer ass is rotten! - No! My farts don't smell!

- Our lives are cool these days. - Yeah.

That's right. Good. Relax. See?

- You're floating. - Cuz ya're holdin' me.

And if feels good, huh? Can I get you a drink later?

Ya've made me swallow enough water already!

That's good. Better.

Chrystèle!

- Do you have any money? - Again?

It's those damned red shoes! They're jinxed!

Ya and yer shoes bug me! My purse is there!

Thanks.

Hold me!

- Yeah, hold me. - That's good.

- Thanks! - Yeah!

Better, better... Good!

- Ya're annoyin'! - Relax...

- Quiet! - You're tense...

Mrs. Beverel is right. You can't rely on your lottery winnings.

Investing your money is now in your best interest.

Make it yield a profit and find a job.

- And be reasonable. - That's a given.

Do you read the bank statements?

- Yes! - She doesn't. I do.

Last time, there was a flyer on Galeries Lafayette.

You're more of a grasshopper than an ant.

Again, I'm not here to judge.

I just want to open a portfolio

adapted to your personality.

Instead of speculating with risky vehicles,

I'd be in favor of a prudent investment.

As a good father would.

In order to counterbalance your... carelessness.

Let's start with life insurances and bonds.

- Oh, no! No bonds! - Trust him.

What if we need money? Can we get some?

No. We must save.

Thank you, Pascal!

Hello! Hello! How are ya?

Hello, gentlemen!

Mr. Gérard!

Mr. Gérard, if you want to get electrocuted, fine.

But I won't put a TV set by your bathtub!

How about a hole in the wall and a glass in front of it?

That'll do, but we'll have to put down the wall again.

- Let's do that! - Nadège?

Yes, ma'am?

- Make me a small tea, please. - Yes, ma'am.

I've a surprise for ya.

I asked for drab ones, so ya could glaze em yerself.

That's nice!

There we go.

- Nadège? Nadège? - Yes, ma'am?

- Where's my tea? - It's ready, ma'am. Here.

Take all the dishes out of the boxes...

Always hand-wash them, Nadège! Always! Got it?

Is there lemon?

THEY WON'T BRING YOU LUCK! TO YA NEITHER!

I don't know what's with her...

Excuse me... Can I offer you a drink?

- I'll have another pint. - Waiter!

No, no, no. I don't care. I'm leaving!

With all her dough, that bitch dared nick my Kookai vest!

What's that?

- Did you like it? - Yeah.

It's 450 euros.

Plus the room.

What a bugger he is!

That's all I have.

- What happened? - It's Nadège!

She steals. She makes a mess... Let's fire her!

No use. She already left. She left you a note.

DUMB BITCH!

There're days like that! A guy cruised me for my cash!

- Ya told me ya'd stopped. - Hey! An eye for an eye!

Who took money from my purse again?

Give me your cards! And your cheques! Now!

People like you shouldn't be allowed to become rich!

You're the scum of the earth! An insult to savings and labor!

Now get out!

...also take the lampshade and the big frame.

PAWNBROKERS OF PARIS

Thanks.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye!

Number 205. Window 6.

I have a mega headache!

- It ain't workin' no more. - Mine neither!

Stupid automatic withdrawals!

Some people really have shitty taste!

- What? - Shit!

- What? - Nothin'! Hush!

Number 207. Window 1.

Number 208. Window 5.

This painting is hers!

- Hello. ID, please. - Yeah.

- I think it's worth 200 euros. - That's it?

It's a seedy painting.

I'll get an estimate. I'll be right back.

That's not bad.

If this one's worth 200, she won't get nothin' for hers.

Chrystèle?

- You have nothing left? - Nothin'. Right?

It's nuts how fast it went!

You didn't go in for half-measures either.

Anyway...

Friends of mine want a couple for their country house.

I can talk to them about you.

I can't help you. My colleague is on maternity leave. Sugar?

That was before.

UNCLE SCROOGE

Stingy rodent in 3 letters.

Rat!

Right.

Are ya cold?

I have a mega headache!

You don't say! With a meningitis...

That hurts...

Can ya get me water?

Damn! Ya're annoyin'.

I did what Perrine said. I put money aside.

That's good.

Wanna know where it is?

Well... it's yer money.

In my Dior handbag, in the closet.

Look in the pocket with the zipper.

Yeah.

I'm listening.

What?

You took it already...

- I thought I could win it back. - Then manage yourself.

- Can ya let me sleep a bit? - Sure.

Don't kiss me. I've got germs!

- Christophe? - Yeah?

I have a small gift for ya...

Come...

Behind my pillow.

I nicked it from the doc.

That's cool.

Doctor! The patient in room 5 has hemorrhaged!

- Why didn't you beep me? - We did!

She died the following day.

What are you going to do?

I know my brother has friends who're looking for someone.

I could ask, if you like.

Would you like me to lend you some money in the meantime?

I don't even have money for her funeral...

Life's not easy now.

You seem in good shape!

It was easier to bury her than to raise her!

Excuse me... Whom should we make the bill to?

Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Tickets, please.

Subtitles - Damien Rosa for Eclair Group