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Ladies and gentlemen, we have landed in Lisbon.

The outside temperature is 26°C.

We wish you a pleasant stay in Portugal.

Keep straight on.

- I can't wait to see the house! - Me too. It's been three years.

You haven't seen it?

- No, only in photos, dear. - Olivier was the one who came.

Olivier is our project manager.

- We couldn't come because of Covid. - You're very trusting.

Léa, Olivier is family. Who could we trust more?

- Yes, who could we trust more? - Will you stay in Portugal?

No, sweetheart, just for holidays. Look, it's sunny all the time.

The people are great.

10 years tax-free for the French.

- She gets on my nerves. - Do you speak Portuguese?

A little, but it isn't hard.

Add "o" and "osh" to words and it works.

That's a huge cliché, and it isn't true.

Not one Portuguese phrase ends in "osh".

- You speak it? - No.

Arrival at your destination in 1,500 metres.

We're nearly there.

Great, it's really secure.

You bet it is. You bet!

We're entering a prestigious residential area

of several hectares.

It's a new luxury villa construction project.

Ok, it's still under development for now...

But imagine houses all around...

Each more beautiful than the next.

Quality neighbours...

As we were the first to build here,

it was cheaper.

You've reached your destination.

All right.

We're...

here.

- My God! - You said it! My God!

Olivier, I may not have always trusted you entirely

but, right now, I feel like kissing you!

Olivier is our favourite cousin.

What happened?

Well, Léa, what does the professional say?

What's that?

Yes, what is it?

Honey, did you see? Someone's in our house.

You bet I saw.

I don't get it.

What?

- I don't get it. - What?

They said it was finished.

What did he say?

Yes, what did he say?

It's not that one.

It's this one here.

Olivier,

I feel like hitting you.

You said it.

You said it.

- A donkey! - He's so cute.

He isn't moving.

Stop it, calm down. There must be an explanation.

The house isn't finished. That's obvious.

It's no use getting worked up. Look on the bright side.

What's the bright side?

Look, Olivier has finished his call. I bet he has some good news.

I have good and bad news.

See, there is some good news.

- I called Alves, the builder. - And?

He isn't answering. I left several messages.

- So that was the bad news. - And the good news?

I called the developer.

And?

I spoke to someone who knows him. He filed for bankruptcy.

- That's the good news? - No, for them it's not good news.

But the great thing for us is

they left us the keys to the house under a stone in the garden.

- We can go in. - A garden?

A waste lot.

So there's no good news.

We have the keys.

- Can you find them? - They can't be far.

Ok, it's not an easy situation,

but try to look on the bright side.

We're together, we're healthy, it's a nice day...

And there's a cute donkey in the garden.

That's great for the kids.

This is our place!

- Can we ride him? - Of course, sweetheart.

And I'm sure we'll have a nice surprise once we get inside.

What's that?

That's it, I've got them!

Where did they go?

A waste lot.

It's ugly.

Yeah, there are wires all over the place.

Look, there's dust everywhere.

- It's dirty. - Yeah, really dirty.

Great holiday home!

It's a work site, Olivier!

With a fireplace in the middle. Is that normal?

- Nothing's normal! - It's weird. Nothing has changed.

Ok, if we look on the bright side...

Give the bright side a rest, ok. Is it some personal growth thing?

It's ridiculous.

I just want the children to enjoy their holiday.

- That's the bright side. - Well, our surprise is ruined.

I know.

You didn't make the final payment, I hope?

The last time I came.

- You didn't? - Yes, he did, Olivier's like that.

I trusted him.

He was so nice.

The kitchen's fitted before the walls and floor are done. It's funny...

Yes, it's funny.

See, upstairs is finished. That's good news, isn't it?

This is beautiful, honey.

- I bet there's no running water. - Think so?

No, look, there's water.

- And it's hot. - It's hot.

Sorry?

I called Martin and told him everything.

He's glad he isn't here.

How do you do it? I'd be a complete wreck. This is a disaster.

You must be jinxed.

It's shit.

Children, what shall we call our garden donkey?

Waste lot donkey, that's not a garden.

We could call him...

Bob.

- Why Bob? - Bob Dylan.

Dylan...

- I don't get it. - Me neither.

- I don't get it either. - You're too young.

- Only old folks get it, is that it? - You just need a bit of culture.

All right... Let's sum up the situation.

- It's shit. - Honey, let's try to be constructive.

- It's shit. - I'm sorry.

Marilou, I screwed up on the house. I'm ashamed.

- I hope so. - No, honey. They'd fool anyone.

They're smart. We can't blame him.

I can blame him, no problem.

Our money got us an unfinished house.

"Last day, last cheque", that's the rule.

- The rule! - The rule.

It's my field. I see a lot of fishy stuff.

It's a world of conmen. You ought to know that.

I had a worker who redid an old couple's house.

On the last day, he got his cheque.

- The rule. - The next day, he fetched his gear.

When the couple got home, all gone!

Furniture, fittings... Vanished. Can you imagine?

- They never found him. - Incredible.

They take advantage of old people, like here.

Old folks are more naive than other people.

That's the problem.

No, honey!

- Do something. - No, Olivier will.

- Go on then. - I'm allergic to equines.

Really?

Ok, I'll go.

Honey, he's so clumsy.

- Help him. - No!

Oh, God! Shit! He wants to eat me!

Let go!

- Olivier, can we talk? - Yes, of course.

- Finger better? - Yes, I'm...

I'm in a hurry. Marilou doesn't know I'm here.

Promise me what I tell you will be our secret.

Yes.

Marilou misses nothing. She mustn't suspect anything.

Well?

Very pretty, Philippe, but I can't really accept...

- Cut it out! - Sorry.

Our wedding anniversary is in two days.

Our ruby wedding. And this is a ruby.

Philippe? Where are you?

- Keep it for me. - Me?

Marilou searches my things.

Promise me one thing.

- Treat it like the apple of your eye. - Yes.

- Can I count on you for once? - Of course.

- Yes, Léa? - Philippe, could you do me a favour?

Shit...

- What's up? - Léa asked me to do the umbrella bed.

- I don't know how. - Sorry, I have to put some kids to bed.

Ok, let's try to set it up.

Watch this, Casa.

Patou will set your bed up.

Here we go!

It's going to be ok.

What is this thing?

There you go, Casa, your little bed is ready.

- We like it, even if it isn't finished. - That's so sweet.

I want us to have a nice holiday.

Know what I like best here? Bob. Can we keep Bob?

Yes, can we?

Your Bob just ate a finger, so he might become Corsican sausage.

You're no fun. All right...

Beddy-byes now.

- Good night. - Night, Manou.

- Sleep now, ok? - Yes...

Here we go. That's it, Casa sweetheart.

There you are.

Good night, Casanova sweetheart.

Well?

- Well? Did you get the bed set up ok? - Yes, it was dead easy.

He's so cute. Isn't he adorable?

Look at him sleeping... What a cute little rascal.

Step aside.

Hold on...

How does this work?

No flash!

It's nothing, sweetie.

What's going on?

- He woke all of a sudden. - A mosquito, maybe, or he's teething.

Yes, teething...

My little darling, my little angel.

Is this your phone?

The little scamp had it. I looked for it everywhere.

- What are you doing? - Aren't you in bed?

- Manou wants to turn Bob into sausage. - Really?

- We've come to save him. - She was joking.

Of course.

What are you doing here?

- I need a hiding place. - What for?

- A hiding place. - For what?

A grown-ups' hiding place.

Go to bed.

- Are you asleep? - What is it?

Are you sleeping? I can't.

- What do you want? - Can I turn a light on?

- No! - You can't turn a light on.

We're sleeping!

- Sorry, my bad. - It's too late now.

- The mosquitos are eating me alive. - And?

In your bag of meds, is there a soothing cream?

- I can't take any more. - Us neither, we want to sleep!

- They buzz around me. - That's not surprising.

Cover up a bit more and they'll buzz a lot less.

We're sleeping. Turn it off!

Good night!

- Thanks a lot. - Sure. Goodbye!

Good night.

The light!

What's that?

I'm not going.

All right. I'll go.

Mind the...

- Shit... - Are you ok?

Hello, ma'am, Mr. Alves, your constructor.

Hola.

- I make your house. - Alves?

Yes, Mr. Alves, the house.

- Ok, Mr. Alves... - Like I say.

Two minutes.

Philippe! Marie-Louise!

Where are you? Alves is here, the guy who robbed you.

I'm coming. Stay there, you.

- And hold the flannel to your head. - Yeah.

- Where is he? - At the door.

Why is he snooping around? We should call the police.

Let's see what he says.

He has something in mind, that's for sure.

Right...

All right. Ok, I'm going back to bed.

I come in through open tarp. If I can't come in, who can?

I come in like Flash.

- Ok? - Understand him?

We're ok. Well, no, we're not ok!

Meaning?

He robs us and you offer him coffee.

It's all a plan, to earn his trust.

Why do we need to earn his trust?

- Want your money? - You bet.

- He's playing for time. - Yes...

Ok, ciao.

- Ok, I come to say I lost like you. - Really?

I don't get a word.

Money gone. Nada.

I work all day until worn out.

Like at the gym, sir, Alves work, pull on the rope.

And not paid. And company shut like that.

Disappeared.

- Like that, like a storm. You realize? - Can you translate, please?

Sorry, ma'am. I speak French as good as you.

Maybe better.

Sorry, I can't understand you.

That's his trust lost.

I hate to dump clients. I offer to finish job.

My honour is on the table. No kidding.

Listen...

Mr. Alves is offering to finish the work.

- As a point of honour. - Really?

It may cost us an arm or a kidney...

I come finish for nothing, for free.

Not for money.

- Mr. Alves... - I got it.

That's very kind, Mr. Alves.

And if it lets you save your honour, we accept.

I can start today if you want.

- You bet we do. He'll start today. - Great news.

At client's disposal.

See, there's always a bright side, if you're patient.

Will you mention the pipe in the bedroom?

The stand-alone fireplace? The doorbell to wake the dead?

It's bad for your heart.

Yes, give me my pills.

What she say?

That's not all.

- Come and see. - After breakfast.

Won't be long.

- Hello, Mr. Olivier! - Hello.

- The bathroom. - What's wrong?

- Pretty. - Yes, it's pretty.

- This is pretty too. - Ok...

How can anyone do that?

Either you don't give a damn or you're too lazy to lower the lid and paint.

Actually...

He lost me.

- Why tile the ceiling? - Like stars.

- Can I finish my shower? - Hold on, you can see we're busy!

- Sorry. - We're done.

Mr. Alves, free or not, the job has to be done well.

- Yes, as usual. - A bolt too, Mr. Alves.

Our daughter is a bolt freak. She arrives tomorrow.

- No worry. - Sorry, could you close the door?

- Just minor details. - Yes.

It fell on its own!

Just minor details?

See you later, guys!

Ok, he's clearly incompetent.

- Why keep this Alves guy? - He works for free.

And we don't know anyone else.

- The work needs doing. - Yes.

It's kind of him to do it for free. He didn't have to.

In my field, no one works for free. It's fishy.

- I like him. - He's nice.

Niceness isn't a flaw, Léa.

Not everyone has ulterior motives.

- People can just be nice. - Yes, nice!

But we'll be vigilant.

I mean, we won't be had twice.

I've got my eye on Alves.

I'll fetch the shower screen. Olivier, come here.

We'll fetch the shower screen.

Down here.

Wouldn't a curtain be better?

It'd be easier for Alves.

Poo-poo! Poo-poo.

Do they have toilets here?

- No idea. What do we do? - I don't know. He has a nappy on?

I don't know.

- Yes, he has one. - Ok, he can do it in his nappy then.

Yes. No toilets here. So do your poo-poo in your nappy, ok?

Look, this one's good. It conceals more too.

By the way, did you hide the ring?

- Yes, I did. - Good.

- Where did you hide it? - What?

- The ring. Where is it hidden? - It's...

- Will he propose again? - I don't know. Careful.

Manou, will you marry me again?

No!

What an idiot! I don't believe it.

Where is it? Spit it out.

Where is it hidden?

Where is it hidden?

Where's the kid gone?

Shit...

Casanova?

Casanova?

- Well? - No sign of him. Ma'am, excuse me.

Seen a boy, a bambino ?

No, sorry.

- Gracias. - Obrigado. Obrigada. Whatever...

Philippe...

- Where can he be? - Patou!

There he is, the rascal!

He's doing his poo on his own! Mummy will be pleased.

- But not the store... - Yes, you can't do a poo here.

They're not like real toilets.

The little scamp. He's done a mammoth one.

All right then...

We'll be going.

So we don't get yelled at. We'll be going, so we don't get yelled at.

We'll be going so we don't get caught.

We'll hurry off so we don't get told off.

We'll hurry off so we don't get caught.

We'll hurry off so we don't get told off.

We'll hurry off so we don't get caught.

Here he is. My little sweetie.

- The shower screen? - Nothing any good.

- Fine, we'll flood the place. - It went ok?

- Nothing fishy. - Ok, where's Alves?

- All on his truck? - Why not?

You're right. Did he pay?

- Why would he? It's for us. - You're right.

The kids are right. Mr. Alves is nice.

See you later.

- What? - I didn't get that.

He rubbed his hands.

Isn't that fishy?

Why do you say that?

Is that smile honest?

- He's happy. - And why is that?

Well, because... I don't know.

Hold on a second... He turned right.

Is the house that way?

No, hold on a second...

It's like in my story.

What do you mean?

He loads up the truck and that's the last you see of him.

Shit...

He takes our stuff in broad daylight and we just watch.

- You're paranoid. - Yeah, come on...

- Call him. - Yes, I'll call him.

He won't answer.

- Voicemail. - Told you so.

He's driving. You don't answer when you're driving.

Alves hit the jackpot. He's smart.

It's just not possible.

It's not possible, right?

- Not possible. - It's just not.

Shit!

- He was nice. - And we're nicely screwed.

He's a real artist.

- Speed up, we'll lose him! - I can't go faster.

- He's getting away! - There are cars ahead!

Pass them!

- Calm down! - We won't let him get away!

- Calm, the doctor said. - No one screwed him over.

- There's a child here, remember. - Exactly!

This is way too dangerous!

There he is!

He's turning!

- Shit, we can't just let him get away. - You already said that.

This way!

You think it's funny?

There he is!

- We'll lose him! - You said it.

- Stop this nonsense now! - We're stuck.

- I wanna puke. - He won't get away with it.

Philippe!

- Come back right now! - What's he doing?

Philippe, come back! Philippe! He's crazy.

Oh, shit...

He's dead.

No, he's not dead.

This is really dangerous.

Oh, shit!

What a mess...

Philippe, are you totally reckless or what?

You want to have a heart attack? Is that it?

You laid waste to the whole town.

She really gets on my nerves.

We've had it all now.

- Are you ok? - Yes, I'm ok.

It's Cécile.

- Hi, Mum... - Sweetheart.

- This is a really bad time... - I just want to know how the kids are.

- Félix and Juliette are fine. - That's cool.

- Hello, Mum, I can't hear you. - I really have to go.

I hope a pervert didn't grab them.

- I bet they're inside. - Of course they are.

- Or a pervert got them. - Shut up!

Sir, excuse me...

Have you seen two kids? Dos bambinos egaros...

9 and 12 years old.

Ma'am, excuse me!

Have you seen two children? Dos bambinos egaros...

- You lost them? - No, we mislaid them.

Every day, I get three or four "mislaid" children.

It's incredible.

Our two make half your day then.

There they are.

But that's not them.

But they're "mislaid" too.

Sometimes I wonder if, subconsciously,

parents want to abandon them without admitting it.

Like Little Thumbling.

Listen, my husband isn't at all well, I've two kids missing,

so I'm not really in the mood for amateur Portuguese therapy.

So tell me, have you seen them or not?

No, I haven't.

But I know who may have.

I'll see to it. Ok, thank you.

Miguel, guess why we're here.

Where and when did they lose them?

- When did you lose them? And where? - First, we mislaid them.

30 minutes ago, outside.

30 minutes ago, outside.

Chief, I just heard...

We have another code brown.

Hold on a second... What are you doing? We said outside.

We have a code brown. Someone defecated in the show toilets.

It happens a lot. We won't be long.

If he's still here, maybe we'll find him.

- Aren't the kids the priority? - She's right.

- Yeah, I mean... - It'll only take a minute.

- Do something. - What?

Think of something.

Casa, come on.

We should soon find the culprit.

What's going on?

Hey! Touching plugs is dangerous.

I'm sorry, he can't keep his hands off things.

We're really worried about Félix and Juliette.

- They're the priority. - You're right, honey.

- This is scandalous. - Honestly, it's scandalous.

There.

That's Casa. And that's Philippe.

What? They aren't real toilets?

It's not that obvious. It doesn't say so.

No, it doesn't.

They're not real toilets. They are, but...

We'll be going, so we don't get yelled at.

We'll be going, so we don't get yelled at.

It was Casa, not me.

Do they take a dump in stores in France?

All right then, we'll settle this later.

Now the children. Miguel, look for the kids.

- Shit! - He was nice!

We see you leaving without the children.

- It was urgent. - Yes, it was urgent. There!

Look!

Look at the old woman.

- She's taking them with her. - Yes.

Well, you're reassured now.

That sweet lady probably took them to the police.

Now, our code brown, if you don't mind.

And don't come back here!

French pigs...

Why did you pay her? It's scandalous.

- It was that or the police. - We ought to go to the police.

I agree. It's too much. The way they treat good customers...

- Exactly! - No!

We go to the police for the kids, hoping the lady brought them in.

Of course.

You realize Casa used the toilet alone and he's not even two?

It's crazy, isn't it?

Good boy.

When did you first go alone, Olivier?

This is it!

- Not waiting for us? - I am.

Excusos, I'm pressos.

Can't you wait in line?

I want my bambinos. Do you speak French?

So-so but, ma'am, I'll ask you to wait in line.

If everyone did the same...

But this is urgent. I mislaid two children aged 9 and 12.

Ma'am, it's urgent for everyone.

I want to know if an old woman left them here.

An old lady, I mean. You can tell me. You can see we're frantic.

- Could you lower your voice? - I won't lower it!

- Just tell me if the children are here. - Lower your voice, please.

I won't, dammit!

Surely you can tell me. Are they here or not?

I'll give you this form and a ticket.

The inspector will see you shortly.

Thank you.

No children were brought in today.

Couldn't you have said so?

- Tell me they're ok. - Of course they're ok.

- That old lady will bring them in. - I hope so.

And look on the bright side.

An old lady found them. Old ladies are sweet.

- Think so? - Yes. They give cookies and milk.

Right, apples too.

- Really? - Like in Snow White.

Old doesn't mean sweet.

It's often the opposite: the older, the meaner.

Cruella in 101 Dalmatians , mean.

Lady Tremaine in Cinderella , mean.

Aunt Sarah in Lady and the Tramp, really mean.

Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty ...

We get it. Spare us the list.

It's true. They're all ugly too.

That's part of it.

You're a real film buff, Léa.

It's my childhood.

I forgot Ursula in The Little Mermaid.

- She's really mean. - Yes.

She eats shrimps alive.

Excusos, you dropped your ticketos.

Obrigada!

Sorry, this isn't my ticket.

Sorry, I don't understand Portuguese.

I can't help.

Look, it's our turn already.

- Wow, that was fast. - Come on, Casa.

- Oh, my... - Indeed.

It's not possible.

The thing is...

Just a second.

- What a business... What a business! - You're right.

You were very brave, sir, chasing after that crook.

- It was instinct. - It could've put you in the hospital.

You were right to come to me.

- This is a stain on Portugal's honour. - Exactly.

Does a tree that falls in the forest make a noise

if no one is there to hear it?

Madam, can you describe your handbag?

- My handbag? - Yes.

The colour. The material.

It's white.

It's made of leather.

And it's a Lancel.

It's a fine item.

And it's bound to arouse envy.

Unfortunately, I have bad news.

And I speak from experience.

It's unlikely that we'll find your bag.

I'm not saying it's impossible, I'm just saying...

Could your child not play with my chair?

- Yes, sorry. - Casa...

Come here.

So... Mr. Tapos.

Mr. Tapos.

I think there's some mistake.

The couple ahead of us let us go first as it was urgent and we have a baby.

Exactly. We're the mislaid children and stolen truck, the Blanchots.

We're panicking cos we don't know where they are.

I understand.

Blanchot...

Here we are.

- We're imagining the worst. - An old woman took them too.

It's ok, let us deal with it.

I see.

You must stay calm.

- We'll find the little ones. - I hope so.

- Got a photo? - Yes, I'll show you.

In your album.

I just got a new phone...

- Honey, try yours. - You're the one with the photos, not me.

- Léa, got any photos? - No, they're not mine.

- This is awkward. - Yes.

Yes, Mum?

Cécile, can you send us photos of the kids?

We'd like to show them to some Portuguese friends.

Yes, we've made friends here.

Yes, Portuguese. Spare me the questions.

It's simple enough. Can you send them or not?

Great.

Sure, we can do FaceTime when you want.

I have to go. Love you. The photos are on their way.

Cheese!

See, things are working out.

- Just in case. - We'll find them.

And this Alves fellow...

I'll handle it personally. Believe me.

- Very kind, Mr. Tacos. - Thanks, Mr. Tacos.

Were they there?

Yes, but they were so happy we left them.

I was just asking...

- Not answering? - Yes, why not?

Because it's Cécile. What do I tell her?

You don't want to lie?

We can lie, but she wants to do FaceTime.

What if she asks to see them?

- Play! - I'm warming up.

What a lummox.

We do it on the street?

- The house will panic them. - Exactly.

Could you get the iPad charger, sweetie?

- You'll wait for me? - Of course.

Watch Casa for me.

- There's no socket. - I wanted the airhead gone.

- She didn't even think twice. - A real airhead.

Quick, before she comes back.

Hold on a second.

Olivier?

- Ready? - Go ahead.

Play!

Here goes...

Come on, try to smile.

One, two, three...

- How's Portugal? - Oh, Portugal...

It's wonderful.

- Where are our kids? - Your kids?

Well, your kids... They're having fun.

They're just over there.

Now you see them, now you don't!

- Put them on. - They're having too much fun.

- How's the house? - The house!

The house... It's just over there. Show them the house.

- Nice work, Olivier. - He did a great job. He's the best.

Ok, we'll be going now.

- Yes. - Lots of love.

- Ok, see you tomorrow. - See you soon.

And I'll think of you from afar.

Yes, lots of love, Mamiline.

- Bye, Mum. - Goodbye.

What an idiot...

I didn't mean to.

But he didn't move! He didn't move!

What the hell has he done now?

- The moron. - I don't know what happened.

He didn't react.

- Is he ok? - I guess.

So what now?

They arrive tomorrow.

- We'll find a way. - No, don't find a way.

Find the kids!

Casa's going.

No!

Come back!

- Shit! - Shit...

Shit...

What's wrong?

It's Casa.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit...

Shit.

Everything's fine. He's ok.

He's ok.

He's ok.

I just spotted the suspect from this morning's pile-up.

He's with the guy with the moustache.

What do I do?

I'm not staying here a second longer!

I should never have left him with you.

You nearly killed Casanova. Realize that?

You're dangerous, Marie-Louise! No, worse.

You're obsolete. Obsolete and dangerous. There!

Goodbye, airhead.

Airhead? Who's the airhead? Ok...

I'll call Cécile to tell her you lost her kids.

And you won't be seeing Casanova again for a long time.

Ciao!

Fucking waste lot!

I know.

- Why the long wait? - I don't know.

- What do we do? - I've no idea!

Put him in a cell!

Get him out of my sight!

You now.

- What did he say? - No idea.

More damn tourists...

Your turn.

Now!

- Shit... - Don't move.

If you want to leave fast and in good health,

I advise you to confess now.

That way, we'll save time.

- Confess what? - Exactly.

You're being held in custody for a period of 24 hours minimum.

The procedure will be simple.

Remove your belt, laces and shoes.

After that, we'll inspect your anus.

- There's a misunderstanding. - Yes, a misunderstanding.

I'm going for coffee and, when I come back, I'll deal with you.

You heard him. He'll inspect our anuses.

No, he's saying that to unsettle us.

Don't worry.

Philippe... Philippe, look.

They left the door open. Let's escape.

Cut the crap.

Enjoy your food, children.

Thank you, Rosa.

No, Bob, you stay here.

I can't take you with me, ok? Guard the house.

I won't be long.

Excuse me, have you seen them?

No?

Ma'am... Have you seen these children?

No.

- No? - No.

- Ok. - Sorry.

Have you seen these children?

No.

The children...

- No. - You haven't seen them?

Have you seen them?

Like it?

Canned food is all I have.

I'm not back cos I don't know where to go.

Even if I don't know where to go.

Well, come and sit down. I've made garden peas.

- From a can. - Yeah?

I'll just put Casa to bed.

Time for beddy-byes, sweetheart.

I don't know what came over me earlier.

I was so afraid for Casa.

I was too, Léa. I was too, you know.

I was more scared, being his mum.

And, you know...

I wanted to tell you...

- What I said... - You didn't mean it.

I did. I did actually. It's just that...

I shouldn't have said it.

You know...

deep down, I like you.

Thank you.

Thank you, that's kind.

It's just that...

I was upset at being called a bonehead.

A bonehead? No... I never said bonehead.

- Really? - No.

I wanted to apologize anyhow. I was obnoxious.

I'd never been so angry. I didn't recognize myself.

And...

And, apart from that...

Did you tell Cécile about the kids?

No.

I didn't want to.

That's good. It's for the best.

You know, tomorrow is our 35th anniversary.

With Philippe?

Yes, with Philippe.

I'm sure he's forgotten.

You know Philippe and dates...

It's beautiful anyhow.

I don't know if Martin and I will reach 35.

- Why? - Cos he's gay.

- You knew, right? - I'm not really sure...

I know he cheats on me, but that's ok.

I live with it.

It doesn't stop me from loving him.

What I want, deep down, is a united family.

I think that's why I came back

because...

you're the only family I have.

Can we make up?

Sure.

Right.

- Where are you going? - No habla Portugues.

Where are you going?

To the police, for my husband and to see if the children are here.

- Impossible. - What?

The police station opens at 7 o'clock.

- It is 7 o'clock. - No, two more minutes to go.

You must wait.

They work here.

Come on, officer, let's not quibble over two minutes.

"Quibble"? What does "quibble" mean?

"Quibble" means "annoy me".

I got up at dawn. No, that's not true, I didn't sleep a wink.

My mind's full of events with tragic conclusions.

Keeping me out here is like failing to assist a person at risk.

I'm on my worst vacation ever

in a country where everyone pisses me off!

There, that's what "quibble" means!

I think you can go in.

Really?

It's 7 o'clock now.

- Thanks for your help, inspector. - Come, come, it's my pleasure.

And we know this Alves fellow caused all this to happen.

Go on home, rest and, once again, I apologize for your awful night.

So what do we do now?

We take a taxi home.

A taxi? We have no money, no phone, nothing.

Hello.

A blonde woman, French, a lot of energy, unpleasant, easily annoyed,

she doesn't like to "quibble". Do you know her?

- Marilou! - Where is she?

She's looking for you.

Marilou?

- Hello, ma'am! - What now?

Just a sec.

Marilou!

- How are you? - Tired.

I can imagine. How did the questioning go?

- Don't ask. - I'm marked for life.

- Without Tacos, we had fingers up... - Spare me.

- How much was bail? - Don't ask.

She hasn't brought the kids back.

Look at that.

People park any old how here.

Where were you? I was so worried.

Sweetie, I fetched the boys.

- Ok. - Yes.

I thought, "That's it, Marilou's vanished now."

I didn't want to wake you.

- Ok. - That's why.

It's ok. Was prison fun?

They weren't too keen.

Well, I'm traumatized. Without Tacos, they'd have put...

- Why's he here? - I wondered too.

I'm going to take a shower.

So everything's normal here?

Ma'am, all cheesed off, work starts again.

- Can you watch Casa for me? - Sure, honey.

Thank you.

I was thinking we should look for the kids on the streets.

I did that yesterday evening.

You stood no chance.

Old ladies are home by then.

Yes, you're right.

No... Ma'am, does the kid have a mum?

- I can't watch him. - Ok.

No, stop. Don't touch the roller, please.

The roller's for me.

It's no good. I can't watch him and work. I can't do it all.

Know what?

We work in tandem to have a better chance.

That's a good idea.

- We can't just sit around. - Right.

It won't work. We only have one car.

True.

What's Olivier doing?

I dunno.

He's kind of odd, isn't he?

He's nice.

Who's the brick shithouse?

- Maybe he's the kids' father. - He looks mean.

- It's him! - He broke his glasses.

Stop. No. That's not good.

Ma'am, it's dangerous. Paint is chemical. It's not yoghurt.

Yeah. Maybe.

Let go.

That hurts. No, not my face.

Not my moustache.

What's that noise? Who's yelling?

Léa, your tandem thing is a great idea.

It is?

Just a second. Excuse me, sir...

Do you have a car?

We're frantic. We've had no news since yesterday.

As a father, you understand.

We saw the police... We don't know what to do.

Well, we do know.

In two tandems, we can double our chances of finding them.

You'd be doing us a huge favour

if we could borrow your car.

You're our last chance.

I'm sorry...

about the gentleman.

I shouldn't have roughed him up.

Oh, that's nothing.

He asked for it.

So, for the car... Do you agree?

While I take a shower, you find a new car and Olivier gets thrashed?

Honey, our priority is finding the kids.

That's true.

Here, put the speaker on.

- Yes. - The speaker.

- We're behind you. - We know.

- Yes. - Olivier...

Do the north of the town and we'll do the south.

We'll do the south.

Ok. Copy. Over.

- If you spot them, warn the others. - The others.

- Don't worry, we'll find them. - Yes, sweetie.

- Over. - Why "over"?

That's how Olivier is.

No, Casa, stop playing with the switches.

No, don't touch. That's not allowed.

No, sweetheart, don't touch.

When do they land? Over.

In an hour.

By the way, where's the north? Over.

What an idiot.

We heard that.

Turn right and we'll turn left.

- Ok, good luck. Over. - Yes, "over". Give me that.

Why didn't the old lady go to the police?

There'll be a simple explanation.

Simple or not, I don't like it.

Félix and Juliette are smart.

Why not fit kids with chips that beep when they're lost?

It'd reassure everyone.

Why not try that?

Cos it's not right.

I know.

Philippe...

Look!

- I can catch them. - Enough of your crap!

They're driving slowly.

Cut the crap, ok? I'm handling it now.

Shit!

- Great handling. - Give me a break!

- There! - We're coming, kids.

Patou and Manou are here.

Yes, we're here. Go on, honk.

- Honk! - Hold on.

Even the car's against us!

Pull alongside so they see us.

Hey, kids!

The idiot! Ma'am, stop!

Where's she going?

The things you hear... Kids go missing in Portugal all the time.

- Really? - Know what I heard?

It's ok.

They find kids 10 years on, missing a kidney.

- It's horrible! If they're found. - Right.

- Marilou? - Olivier?

No, it's Léa. Don't you recognize my voice?

- No, Olivier's playing with Casa. - Yeah, sure...

We have a problem. We can't pick up Cécile and Arnaud at the airport.

And the kids?

For the kids, I don't know. Just lie and improvise. Bye.

Dammit.

- Well? - Pick up Cécile and Arnaud.

Yeah? What do I say about the kids?

Lie and improvise.

- Hi, Olivier. What happened to you? - It's nothing. I lost at soccer.

Ok. And you're here alone?

Yes. Well, no. Well, actually, yes.

- And the others? - The others... Well, there's Léa.

She's waiting in the van.

No, I'm not coming.

They're going to go ballistic.

I'm sick of this.

So here I am.

- Ok? Had a good flight? - Yes, but where are Félix and Juliette?

- With Marilou and Philippe. - Where?

Looking for the kids... They're with Marilou and Philippe...

Sorry, that isn't very clear.

- We don't understand. - Are you sure?

Yeah. Let's not stay here. Come on, let's go. Let's hit the road.

Where is she?

- Is something wrong? - Nothing, everything's fine.

- Look, Félix! - Dad! Mum!

Wow, you've grown!

Hello, ma'am.

- Who's this? - Who is it? Well, it's...

She...

She's...

Rosa looked after us. She's really sweet.

Yes, that's right. She's the child-minder.

She's sweet. She's really sweet.

You bet.

Goodbye, Félix. Goodbye, Juliette.

- You're a great grannie. - With great cakes.

A great grannie, great cakes! Obrigado.

- Goodbye. - Obrigada. Hasta bondo.

- Goodbye, Rosa. - Goodbye.

- Did you know about her? - No.

Olivier, can you explain?

No, let's go.

Olivier!

Seriously, who was that?

I can't improvise.

I just know she kidnapped them, not why she brought them back.

- She didn't kidnap us! - Juliette! Félix!

- Who is she exactly? - What's going on here?

It began yesterday.

- Shit! - He seemed nice!

- They left us at the store. - We didn't understand.

Us neither.

We watched them go, thinking they'd be back.

But they vanished.

Then Rosa turned up.

They went that way.

She took us home with her.

You don't go with grannies like that.

It was nice. She treated us well.

Why didn't you try to call me?

We tried but... We didn't know how.

Why didn't she take you to the police? Grannies do that.

Central police station, all our lines are busy.

She suggested it, but we knew you were arriving today.

- We didn't want a night in jail. - Understandable.

- This is pure madness. - It's totally crazy.

- Her place was great. - Really great!

And we're here now.

There you go. Everything's ok, they're ok.

Yes, everything's ok.

Let's go and discuss all that with Patou and Manou, ok?

Cécile, what's that?

I'm sick of this.

Well?

I don't know what Olivier told you, but none of it is true.

Not a word of it.

You lost the kids.

That's unbelievable. No, it's more than unbelievable, it's...

- There's no word for it. - First of all, we didn't lose them...

- We just mislaid them for a few hours. - Yes.

More than 24 hours!

Yes, but it's odd, honey, time passes really quickly in Portugal.

Besides, we were ok at Rosa's.

- No one yelled at us. - No one asked you two, ok?

We're really angry.

- You'd have preferred an accident? - I didn't say that.

I'm talking to your grandparents, so stop butting in.

Cécile, shouldn't we be happy?

Everyone's fine and the holiday can begin.

Happy? Happy about what? My parents losing my kids?

I'm sorry if I can't be happy about that.

Right, Arnaud?

We can't be happy about that.

I didn't make a fuss when they let Casa roll off.

You did, a little...

- What? - Nothing.

You can be proud of Philippe anyhow. He saved Casa from being crushed.

Not at all.

Casa was nearly crushed?

No, honey, look, he's not a bit crushed.

You're not just negligent, you're dangerous.

Dangerous is the word. You're dangerous.

You're so obsessed by you and your money,

you don't care about your grandchildren!

Cécile, I don't think you mean what you just said!

No, frankly, Dad, I meant every single word.

Really, I don't know if I'll ever forgive you.

But I know one thing.

- You won't have the kids again. - You can't!

- But we love them. - You see.

No, honey, listen. You're right.

We messed up, but you can't do that.

We all need to calm down.

Great idea. Let's calm down.

We'll do that at home. We leave tomorrow.

No, you can't do that!

No, we don't agree.

Honey...

- You mustn't go. - Of course not.

We'll go.

Tomorrow.

You're right. We're the world's worst grandparents.

Where are you going?

I didn't say that.

You did in a way.

Well done.

Marilou!

Marilou, wait for me!

Great wedding anniversary.

What?

Their 35th. Everyone forgot, even Philippe.

- Quick, the ring. - Actually...

The ring! Give it to me.

Hold on...

- You hid it there? - Philippe, I have to tell you...

I'm sick of this.

Well done, Mum. On their anniversary.

What? Can't I get mad after what they did?

Losing kids is serious, right?

Arnaud!

- It's serious, right? - Really serious.

You see.

Our surprise for Cécile is a total fiasco.

You know her. She tends to get carried away...

Did you mean that about leaving tomorrow?

If anyone goes, we should. Don't you think?

It's a bad time, but the time never seems to be right lately.

So...

Happy anniversary, honey.

Like it?

It's beautiful.

Thank you for remembering, honey.

A ruby, because it's our ruby wedding.

I got that.

Honey...

Cécile, sweetie, you aren't really leaving tomorrow.

I said that cos I was angry.

- What then? - No idea.

I got a bit carried away, it's true.

I went too far and I hurt them.

- I should apologize. - Why don't you?

- Because I'm angry! - Cécile...

- No, I'll do it. - I'm proud of you.

Wait until I've done it to feel proud.

I'm sick of them lying. It's systematic.

They lie all the time. All the time!

The house is all they think of!

That's because all they think of is you.

Meaning?

Sweetie... That house isn't their house.

It's a surprise.

I don't get it.

The house is yours. Martin's and yours.

Hello.

Coming...

- I'm here for my car. - It's not my fault.

I didn't do anything.

I'm sick of this.

I'm angry!

I'm really, really angry!

Yes, we know, sweetheart.

I'm angry...

at myself.

- What? - Really?

It should've been different.

We were so eager to tell you the house was yours.

- We screwed up the surprise. - And the house too.

It's one of my best screwed-up surprises ever.

Look at the surprise I had.

- Oh, yes, it's beautiful. - It is, isn't it?

Nice, it's not too...

- Exactly. - No...

I love your surprise.

Anyhow, here's what I suggest.

We forget everything, make a fresh start,

and celebrate this anniversary.

Oh, yes!

We'll do that.

The cake! The cake!

Here it is!

Isn't it beautiful?

Right... 35 years. And 35 years of happiness.

35 years of love, you mean.

As for this house, never mind if it's beautiful or a ruin.

- The main thing is we're together. - Exactly.

That's the bright side.

A photo now!

Yes, a photo!

That Alves is a friendly guy.

I can't understand him, but he's friendly.

- Very friendly. - Yes.

Very.

Honey...

Hello, Mr. Tacos.

Bon dia , Mr. Tacos.

Mrs. Blanchot. I have two bits of good news.

- The first one... - Yes?

That Alves fellow, your thief,

he didn't get far.

I'll make you confess.

Look me in the eye.

Believe me, he's about to confess.

Actually, Mr. Tacos...

We have to tell you Mr. Alves isn't guilty.

Oh, dear me... That's a bit of a bother.

We also wanted to tell you we found the kids.

- The bambinos! - Yes.

A nice old lady brought them back.

That's good news.

What about you? Your other good news?

- No, there's no other good news. - Can I leave them with you?

I hope you enjoy Portugal, Mrs. Blanchot. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Shit...

I like that Tacos guy. He's friendly.

- Yes. - Friendly and competent.

I find him very friendly.

Are you ok, sweetheart? Are you ok?

Lovely, isn't it?

I'm sick of this.

Sick of it.

Not my moustache!

Cut it out!

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