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You're bothering me! Move...

-Good morning Rosário! -Good morning Maria!

I already told you not! Go away!

-Good morning Maria! -Good morning Guillaume. Today's mail.

-Have a nice day. Bye. -Thank you very much, and have a nice day.

Concierge Open

Pedro Enrique!

-You're going to be late! -Mum, I never get late.

It's done.

Thanks!

Good morning lady Reichert.

Ah, José!

I need your car. Can I borrow it?

Thanks!

-Good morning kids. -Good morning Maria.

Let's go!

It was been three weeks since I'm trying to call her.

I'm sick of her.

-They don't do anything, I assure you! -Look...

"Have a nice day, my 'bacalhauzinho'(codfish)"

-Are you coming? -Yes.

" A Gaiola Dourada " " The Golden Cage "

I heard that this year the judge will be particularly demanding

all the details will be considered

one rosebush with a bad cut

and we can say 'bye' to the first prize

which to me is unthinkable.

We have to work even more, Maria!

-Yes, ma'am!

-The mail arrived late today.

The postman got without "bêlo". (bicycle = vélo)

"Vélo", Maria. It's with 'V', not 'B'.

You don't say "bi to birgen".

Oh, by the way, I wanted to talk with you about the concierge enlargement,

I fought for you, Maria, but it'll not be possible this year.

The investment is very important for this year.

It's the crisis!

Shall you know

that the syndicate's council of work

stressed the point that you are indispensable to us.

Thank you ma'am.

It's normal.

Maria! Time to have your break.

-Good morning Lourdes, good morning Rosa. -Good morning, lady Richier.

Reichert!

Maria! Don't forget the dress I gave you.

I like that dress so much. It was my mother's.

I got it, ma'am.

She's fooling you.

Everybody makes whatever they want from you.

You're so kind, like your husband you do everything for free...

Very good, very idiot.

Well, let's talk about serious things.

Here it is! "The two Cods"

So?

-I don't know. -As you knew something about advertising...

-So what?! -Shh! Maria, what do you think?

I don't know if it is a good idea, "Les 2 Mo rues" ("The two cod")

What?

Don't you know if it is a good idea?

It has bee one year since we talk about that! We only wait for the Bank's agreement.

Don't let me down!

This project is all of my life! Hem?!

Lourdes, calm down! I was only talking about the name.

I wont let you down! What are you talking about?

I hope you don't!

Because I can't take more...

...can't take more do cleanings!

I want to be an independent woman.

-Free. -Ask the divorce!

For letting everything to Carlos? For that I rather die!

José!

Yes, boss?

This weekend, it'll be necessary to see again the schedules from the second shift.

I'll not be here. My wife...

There's no problem.

I saw a dude without helmet.

We'll be fined by the labor inspectorate!

-I told them already. -Fortunately, I have you.

-Enjoy your meal, gentlemen. -Thank you, Mr. Caillaux.

I'm sorry about the weekend...

-It's not a problem Mr. Caillaux. -Charles.

-It's okay, Mr. Charles. -Thank you.

-Enjoy your meal. -Thank you.

Ouuuuh. "Mr. Charles"!

Now you're the boss's son friend?

José is almost French.

They put camembert in his codfish.

Frenchy.

He's so French he even doesn't have house in Portugal.

Epah, shut up!

A good Portuguese works hard for supporting the family.

And he doesn't spend his money in a café as you do.

-We are kidding. -Sorry for interrupting..

but I'm looking for Mr. José Manuel

Teixeira Da Costa Ribeiro?

Yes.

Is it you Mr. José Manuel Teixeira...

José Ribeiro

I'm mandated by the Ministry of Justice

And I got a call from the Notary to deliver by hand

-Must I sign? -Ah yes, sorry.

Let it, let it

It's done!

"Obrigada" (PT- Thank you)

-And the envelop? -Oh, sorry!

Thank you.

-"Thank you!" -Salam aleikhum.

"Mr.,"

"after the request to Pereira da Costa's cabinet from Portugal,"

"we regret to inform that your brother..."

"Francisco"

"Fernandes Teixeira Da Costa Ribeiro"

"died in a brutal manner, last week at his home, in Portugal"

We have an uncle. And you never told us...

Shh

Your father had his reasons.

There's always good reasons not to tell things.

We hadn't talk each other there is around 30 years.

Even that Zé, your brother died.

If we didn't returned to Portugal it was because of him.

He stole us the inheritance.

He was not part of my family anymore.

That's all.

Come one... Continue.

"He didn't want to tell you about the funeral"

"He made ​​you the sole heir."

"You inherit his family house, his 227 acres of land,"

"from which there are 42 acres of vineyards, also as the 100% of the parts"

"of the Quinta do Namu's company, exporter of Port Wine."

-Holy fuck! We are shielded!

-What do you mean with "shielded"?

-Full of paper!

Rich!

We are rich!

We are rich, rich... -Stop!

-Does it worth anything?

-With active societies, have an annual income of 200,000 euros.

-Per year?

The actives!

How much is it?

About... 40 000 Contos.

Do you see?

Am I going to have my house in Portugal?

-Hold on! "A condition precedent was added."

"you have to make the company to continue"

"and like that, to reside in Portugal."

"otherwise the farm will be sold by auction reverting"

"to the parish of the village."

-The village parish? It was only missing that!

-The signature of the acts, closes in 3 weeks."

-We will return.

-You are returning, Paula moves home...

I keep the studio, of course... -Hold on!

We'll say that we return after the requester.

-I'm not going to Tugaland(Portugal), me. -Me neither.

-You have to tell your boss.

And the building?

-Yes, to them, we... We will tell.

-Yes!

But what will they think?

-That Maria and José worked for 30 years and that deserve that.

Stop looking to the problems. Mum, you dreamed

with your home there. Be happy!

-Yes, we are happy.

-Yes.

-So... smile.

-Every time I have to crawl under the windows of your parents ...

-Poor you...

-My age of playing Hide and Seek to see my girlfriend passed already.

I'm sorry for being son of the father I have. -It's nothing about that!

-So?

I grow a mustache that "fache le portugueche"?

-No. Mustache is for women

-Ah, okay... We touched the sensitive rope.

I decided that I'll learn Portuguese.

-You?

What for?

-For start...

telling your parents that their daughter has unusual sexual relations.

-Funny, I've no memories of that.

You are mistaken. -Surely I'm not.

I've to refresh your memory. -I'm up to it.

-Look the codfish... He he!

Let's eat...

-Thanks.

-Ah, this is good codfish!

My wife doesn't know how to do it like that!

-Go to shit! -So Lurdes?

-The kids! -So? They don't understand.

Go to shit! Fuck! Son of a bitch!

Who thought you that?

Carlos.

That makes you laugh?

They are bilingual, listen.

Give me patience to put up with this creature.

Well, kids, it's over.

Go and play football.

Are you happy?

Hi Paula!

-You're late. -I was finishing a file.

-A file from which car? -It's not your business.

-It's your "boyfriend"? -No, it's not my boyfriend.

-Everything okay? -Did you see Miguel again?

No mum, it finished a long ago.

I never understood why.

-He was so good to you. -Paula doesn't want a "Tuga" (Portuguese guy).

-She'll have an Arabic boyfriend.

So what? Is there any problem with that?

Since he believes in God.

The important is that he is kind and hardworking.

Okay?

Well, sheers! And lets eat!

Did you practice football?

Let the kid alone! Always the ball, always the ball...

I guess is the moment to announce to you...

Maria, do you know already?

What?

Attention!

Ladies and gentlemen, I've a great new to announce.

You have beyond you

the president...

director... general...

of the SME "The two cods"!

The Bank accepted our project!

Our life is going to change!

Calm down there!

You hadn't win the Euro-millions!

No! This is, João Da Silva, de Argenteuil.

Won the super jackpot.

And seems she doesn't want to tell anything to anyone!

Yes, I know.

She doesn't even pay round.

And his wife bets without anyone to know with a diamond so big as a "croquet".

-So much money at once makes you loose your mind.

People are not the same anymore.

Of course.

They will talk about us in our backs as they did with João da Silva.

No!

What will I do about Lourdes?

And the building!

Lady Reichert needs me so much.

And Mr. Caillaux, needs you.

We will be seen as selfish.

All of that for living in Portugal alone.

We'll not be alone. What about our sons?

Don't you see that they're French, Zé?

It's in Portugal that they've their roots!

The roots are there in our land.

That house was built by my grand grand-father with is own hands.

Pedro is the first man of the family not to have been born there.

You complained of not having an house there and the reason was I couldn't have.

The house of my dreams...

But now we have, and we are going to live there...

The family will!

30 cents less than in Argenteuil.

Do you know who is taking the shop of Deolinda De Campos?

I guess...

...some Romanian girl. -Exactly.

They're taking all the shops, those bitches!

-What do you want? It's the globalization. -Shit to the globalization!

Stop, with that of shops!

You'll end up in the house of Caillaux in love with your boss.

-Me? In love with a bald guy?

-A bald guy? -Yes! Poor man.

Is. afraid of doing implants.

So,

he wants a plume.

-But he's like João Da Silva.

-He's bald, also.

-Shut up... You believe everything people tells.

João Da Silva with a plume.

-Me own sister don't tell me anything. To me!

-Our own sister. -And why doesn't she tell you anything?

Why is she inherits things hiding?

-Hiding...

-Attention, you, hein? Shut up...

Don't tell anything.

I don't want her to think that I've been gossiping.

It's not my style. -Me?

Me, I'm a coffin.

Don't tell anybody it was me telling you. -I don't tell anything.

-Are you sure?

Will Rosa take Maria's shop? -Certainly, but don't tell anything.

-So shut up. -Okay, I'm not telling anything else.

-Well... -And will pass doesn't matter to where.

-A multi-million inheritance.

Do you imagine a Romanian girl replacing Maria?

-No, I don't want even to imagine.

-And you, lady, do you imagine?

-What's that shit? If José wanted to return, I would know.

-No! It's a secret, Mr. Caillaux.

I told you, but no one should know.

-Well, it makes a total of...

23560 euros.

Check what Ribeiros made us to save just this year.

There's no better.

Do we all agree?

We have to keep them here.

I have and idea.

-Okay.

Like that?

Well, okay.

-Ah, dad! -I'll call you back soon.

-I talked with the costumers about the issue of the mall.

We are the first on the list to do the job, that's good!

-Ah... That, is really good, yes.

Ah, and the chief for construction...

They want the same from the Clichy construction.

It's José. He told he would do it, no problem.

-My favorite cashmere.

-I'm disgusted, disgusted disgusted!

Nobody cares?

-You hate to tell her. -Yes.

-Me talking with her? She doesn't listen me.

Rosa doesn't listen me!

You, you will talk with her. -Me?

-Are you afraid of her?

-Me? Afraid of Rosa?

Me, afraid of Rosa...

Let's see!

Rosa!

I've to talk with you.

-There's any problem, Mr. Francis?

-We... We will have dinner at which time?

-At 20 o'clock, as every day.

-20 o'clock?

Ah, 20 o'clock, yes.

Great. 20 o'clock, is great.

-Try!

-Again? -Try, I'm telling you!

-Carlos.

My cream did not fit well on him. Taste.

-It's not yet like Maria's...

-What a shit! How does she do?

How does she do?

-There are gifted people...

and the others.

-And me? I'm not gifted, is it?

I'm screwed.

Without my sister, I'm screwed.

-Gosh!

It's not needed him to died... Poor him.

-Maria? My God, Maria. It's terrible.

It's Carlos...

-Then I'll call you back. Yes, bye.

Did you see your uncle? -Don't worry mum.

Carlos is as iron!

And your sister exaggerates in everything. -This time we don't know.

-Stop thinking on the others. Think a bit about both of you.

Look, the trip I gave you,

it will finish. Next year it wont be valid. -Is it so?

-Yes, Go! Make me pleased!

It'll only be good for you.

And like that you'll taste your new life.

-I would like, daughter, but who will care the shop?

And you know your father Going to Hotel? He doesn't even go to restaurant.

-You don't think about nothing else than work.

How will you do when you both are retired?

Well, I'm going... Kiss.

Ah, mum...

Did you talk with Madame Reichert?

No, but I will.

-Do you want me to go with you? -No, there's no need.

I'll go alone.

Madame Reichert? -Maria!

I allowed myself of entering...

I've one excellent new.

This is Xavier Delorme, architect.

-Good morning Sir.

-He will enlarge the shop.

I made the council of work to change their minds.

-What about the crisis?

-The crisis has to wait!

As you are going to stay

some more years with us... -Exactly, I wanted...

-It's a great investment, we had to tighten the belts.

And it's not all!

I also bought an Dyson vacuum cleaner.

And I decided to relive

the pain of your arms

hiring somebody to clean the big glasses.

So Maria? Won't you say anything?

-Thank you.

-Oh, José...

You wanted to see me?

-Yes, Mr. Caillaux. -Great, because I need also.

Sit. -Thank you.

-One Balisto? -No, no.

-Voluto? -No, thank you.

-Tell me... Since how long do you and I work together?

20, 25 years?

-32.

Time goes by so fast.

32 years!

We made so many constructions together.

-Well... Above all me. -Well, yes, mostly everything you.

It lefts me to say...

My friend José you must want something else.

-Ehh, yes...

-The manual work is rewarding, it's true...

But there's better...

32 years of experience on the concrete,

It's nothing!

-Mr. Caillaux, I... -For starting,

I'll increase your salary.

-But why?

-We need a right hand.

Somebody trustful in whom we can rely.

-I understand...

-We need to take the construction from the mall...

Otherwise...

...I'll have to fire your colleagues.

And that would be very, very regrettable.

-Yes.

José, I need you.

But really much.

-Yes.

-Well, let's have lunch with the costumers.

-And now, and now, you're screwed, go.

-I'm going home.

-Where are you going? -To home.

I have to study for the exams.

-Fuck! You're not a person of studying! Practice football! Pauleta! (Portuguese footballer)

That's the future.

-Can't take it any more.

-What a luck, this José.

-Do you imagine? She didn't trust me anything.

-She wants to keep all the money What do you think?

-My sister is not like that.

-Your sister? Your sister will take the money quiet and return to Portugal quiet.

-Oh yeah. I'm saying the same thing.

-Shut your mouth, you! You both are selfish.

Maria knows I need her for "The two Cods"

-You're dreaming!

Your sister that hides the truth from you?

Now it's only one cod, and not two.

And that cod looses the game.

-Can you tell me what did we came to watch? Can't never make you surprises.

You have to control everything. -I don't like the little secrets.

-You don't like the little secrets? -No.

-Is it because we hide them?

-We don't hide. Watch.

-Hey!

Thank you.

-Did you enjoy? -Yes.

-I liked. He makes me laugh!

Such jokes!

Eh, wait. My jacket.

-Paula!

I didn't know you were coming.

I would have invite you. -I didn't come to see you.

-Thanks. -Oh, Sorry.

I didn't know it was you. Someone brought me here without me knowing.

Congratulations, people loved. It was nice.

-What about you? Did you like? A little ridiculous, no?

-It's what is called humor. -Oh yes? Oh, sorry.

-One day come to see me. I would be glad.

-Do you know each other? -Yes.

You too? - Yes.

-Well... Miguel, the ex.

-Charles... The boyfriend.

-About the play, did you like?

-It was regular.

-Regular...

Okay.

-Let's go? -Yes.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Isn't he a bit ugly, from near?

The jokes one following the other didn't bothered you?

-You're right. We will stop to hiding.

-Hi, Maria! -Good morning, Manuel.

Good morning!

-Good morning!

I was waiting you. -You could knock the door.

-I'll be away for 3 days. You have to take care of my bonsais.

-Okay, I'll tell my mother.

-Don't bother your mother.

She has a lot of work. Here you have my keys.

I'm counting on you.

-Pedro doing job a doorman?

Take! -In your face of "tuga" (Portuguese).

-Augh... -Shut up.

-Well. Okay...

I will not be able to go to Baule My parents decided to make a trip.

Canceling everything one day before.

Very cool, hum?

I've to find another spot for my party.

Oh!?

Are you okay? -Yes, everything alright!

I'll maybe go to live in Portugal.

-To Portugal?

What a pity...

-Pity? Do you know? -No, but...

What a pity that you are going.

Doesn't remain so much time for us.

-I've an idea for your party.

-Do you? -Yes.

-Everybody thinks it's easy, but it's not.

For building a wall it's needed to think previously.

It's not just a brick, cement another brick and cement.

We tell ourselves that...

this wall in 100 yeas, will still be standing.

And must protect the kids.

People will stay over them. It has to be solid.

Not to let to happen a misfortune.

In my home, in my country...

A wall is usually one extra room in the house.

The family gets bigger.

-You are the ambassador of your job. -Oh! No...

When you come form a poor country, you don't become ambassador.

We do as mason.

Hmm... This wine is good! -Pommard 1979.

-In the year I arrived France.

-Francis, I believe that we will accomplish this construction together.

-You've chosen wisely.

You wont regret.

-You'll just add

One clause simply specifying that Mr. Ribeiro will manage the works.

-There are more people for that job! -José, you're the best!

-I want that shopping center...

...to be built by an artist. -Voilá!

-Oh yes.

-At the beginning, you wash with a sponge, very hot water,

and a little of white vinegar,

and I've the habit of adding lemon. It's my personal touch.

After we dry, with newspaper.

But the most important is to rub very well.

Like that: from bottom to top. Bottom to top.

-Did you understand? From bottom to top -Yes, from bottom to top.

-Mrs. Bertrand, good morning. -Good morning, Maria.

-Will I not take the kids today? -Don't worry! We take them!

-Good morning, Maria. -Good morning, Mr.

-Good morning, José. -What's going on?

Why are you here? What's going on?

-Did you drink? -A little.

-What's that? -A present from the administration's agent.

-What's that suit? -It's a Scovaneli!

Where have you been?

In a business lunch.

-And where's your lunch box? -Left it on the construction.

-You let it on construction...

-Good morning, Maria. -Good morning, Guillaume.

I distribute. Let it be!

-I'm an artist... It's what they said.

An artist that drinks wine from 1979...

... and that's in deep shit.

-Good morning.

-Have you seen your drunken father? What a shame...

And says to be afraid of restaurants.

Don't you say anything? -No.

-I was forgetting... You don't care about anything.

Yes, I don't care. There are more important things is life.

-Is there? -Yes.

I've got a boyfriend, for example.

Dad, mum...

...I'm in love.

Her name is Paula. Paula Ribeiro.

-He's Charles Caillaux. -Charles?!

-I know, dad, it's your boss's son.

What will people say? "What a shame" Screw them! I don't care.

Ribeiro...

Francis, Ribeiro...

Is it not José, the Portuguese... The Portuguese construction chief?

-It's funny. -It's is daughter, mum.

-You see? Didn't I tell you? Good news, isn't it?

-It's an excellent new! I've much respect for them.

-Me too. -Thankfully,

because I believe she is the woman of my life.

-I'm happy with him. He's hardworking and kind.

Isn't he, dad? -See? I'm on deep shit!

-What?

-Let's do a diner... All together around a gazpacho.

-Yes, that's goo, a gazpacho. Your mother is right!

Let's invite them for knowing each other

and to celebrate the construction of the shopping center

that we won! -Don't tell me!

You didn't tell me anything. -I don't tell you everything.

-It's great.

-I wonder if the Portuguese like gazpacho.

I'll check on Wikipedia. This kind of subjects intrigues me.

-Check.

-Calm yourself, woman.

-I'm not okay.

-Don't worry hunt, she'll get better.

-What's going on with you, sis?

-What would I do if you were not here?

-What?

-The doctor don't want to say nothing before the exams, but... It's serious!

-I'm sorry, I've got to go. Take, hunt. You okay?

-Mum, have a nice weekend. Will you call from the Hotel? -Paula, we have to talk.

-Weekend?

-You never go out on weekend?

-What? -Nothing, forget...

-Where are you going?

-Looks like Versailles!

Com one, Zé. It's to thank our daughter. She wants us to enjoy.

-You would also enjoy properly watching Benfica-Porto (football)... at home.

-I'll open.

How are you doing?

Fine? -Yes, great.

You saved my party, making this in our home.

-Room service.

-Fillets of cold seas, virgin sauce and rare vegetables. Have a nice tasting..

-You've always told me he would be a nice boss... Better than his father.

So he's good for our Paula.

But like that I'll have to return to France...

She will not organize her wedding alone.

-Which wedding?

They are just dating and I don't see any children.

They started recently. It is nothing serious.

We've been invited by Caillaux. -Oh my gosh!

It's serious!

-Hi.

-Has curves, movement... Has emotion.

You can see what the man wanted to express! -Your father is really talented.

He exposes? What's his name?

Ribeiro, like me.

-Are you Spanish? -No, I'm Portuguese.

-The only Portuguese not have a mason father and a doorman mother.

-You live in total ignorance! -I agree!

-Is it hard for your back?

-Did you talk with Mrs. Reichert?

-Yes... And did you talk with your boss?

-Yes, yes.

-I'll tell her when you tell to your boss.

-You're right! It's to hard for my back.

-Let's go! Let it! -All messed up looks bad.

-What are you doing? Oh, let me...

And you? Stop jumping on the sofa. Relax? Are you smoking the bonsai?

Girls, leave there!

Careful with the carpet!

What are you waiting?

You're doing to much noise. Come in! Come in!

-Boring! -Everybody inside!

Oh! My parents! Everybody leave, fast!

-Come in our go out? I need to know.

-There's a party at Jeanne! -Hurry up!

Good morning, ma'am!

-Who?

I'm the building's doorman.

-Be nice, don't tell nothing to his parents.

Come!

-Mum?

-This car brakes properly?

-Yes. Porsche is known for it's breaking system.

-Don't you have van version? -No, no.

We don't produce Porsche Kangoo. But we do have Cayenne 4x4.

-It's diesel car, diesel, yes. -Ah...

-It's the best vehicle in the world. -And why not?

I know seller really well.

At the beginning everything is nice and, after the payment, they don't care anymore.

Tell me, can put a trailer?

-I don't have nothing against that, but, personally...

...just checking.

-Is it like that? -Uh... Well... "Boa noite"(pt) - "Good night"

Like that: "Boa noite". Say it faster, very fast.

-It is impossible! -You're on my nerves with the ball!

Since we are taking them here because of the you.

-I like to eat at home. At least I know what I'm eating.

-The last time I went to the restaurant I got an heartburn.

-Heartburn from the drink. -That also, yes.

-Hurry up! They're arriving and you're still there! We've to get everything ready!

-They could have come here. Rosa would have done the diner.

-Maria cooks very well. You'll See. -I hope she has not done calf.

-It's the Portuguese tradition. It's the girl's parents that will receive us. Right?

Isn't it, Rosa? -It is.

Tradition...

-It'll be everything okay. We just have to relax.

I'm not the first you introduce to your parents.

Nothing will happen.

For example, your ex, that one the humorist. Did it go well?

Paula, what's going on? I'm kidding!

You're strange since the morning.

-I've made a pregnancy test.

-The result was positive. -Positive?

-In which way? -I'm pregnant, Charles.

-It will be everything okay. Are you okay? -Yes. Okay. Yes.

-Yes. -Yes.

Zé, take.

It seems we'll receive the queen of England.

Gives good impression. It's the least, so?

And let's not talk about your return. It's Paula's diner.

Good night, Mrs. Caillaux, Mr. Caillaux. Please come in.

I'll call Maria.

There she comes!

-"Buenas noches" (Spanish), Maria! -"Buenas noches".

It's a pleasure to see you.

Thank you a lot. It wasn't necessary.

It's nothing, you know... It's tulips.

Has in your beautiful revolution in Portugal.

No, the revolution was with gillyflower, honey.

Gillyflower, tulips... What matters is that the made that revolution with flowers and without weapons.

I'm sorry to receive you in this mess. I'd a very busy day.

Forget the formalities. We are simples people.

Your house is cute. Seems a doll's house.

Thank you. Do you want to have a look around the house?

José, our children together... Who would imagine?

I wouldn't.

Must be the kids.

-Good night. -Good night.

What happened here?

-This Port is excellent! Isn't it, José? It's true!

-So cute our children together, isn't it? -Yes.

When I see the dark circles in Charles's eyes, arriving home...

I think that the nights must be pretty agitated.

-From where does he come? Mr. Caillaux, do you want one more Port?

Francis, please! Now we are in family.

Which dark circles?

-Solange, do you want more? -Yes.

Maybe it's too much but it's day of party.

Don't drink too much, Solange.

-What about making a toast? -Yes, good idea.

So, to the Caillaux-Ribeiro, that, I'm certain, will join their futures.

Isn't it, José?

-"Saúde"(pt) Cheers! -How?

-"Saúde". -"Saoude'', it's what I said. ''Saoude''.

-Excellent, this Port! -It's famous, yes.

I would say fam...

-I'm sorry. -The covering is strange. What does the sofa have?

It's for not staining the fabric.

No, as it's new, I didn't have time to take out the plastic.

-Do you like Picasso? -Picasso?

Yes! We love Picasso. Talking about that, José loves so much.

We always buy Peugeot.

We are talking about painting, José!

Well, if you do please go to the table...

That dictatorship of the general "Alcazar" was terrible. Terrible!

It's "Salazar", mum.

-What? ''Saint-Lazare''? - Salazar. Alcazar is in Tintin.

I always confuse them.

There it is. You may open.

Looks good.

Veal with rare vegetables.

Ladies and gentlemen, have a nice tasting.

Thank you, Maria.

Charles, do you know Portugal?

No. I'm counting on Paula to take me there.

You'll see you wont want to return again.

It's true, Portugal is a very beautiful country.

But, with the crisis there, is better to stay here.

Did you ever thought about returning?

-Yes, they expect to return. -What about you?

We? What a question...

-We... Tell them we are from here. -Yes, yes...

-We are in our country. -Yes.

Maria, we are French, we are...

-It's really good, Maria. Thank you.

-Very good. -Excellent.

To be honest, I thought we would eat codfish.

Yes, yes, I love codfish ("bacalhau"). "Bacalhau a bràtch".

Voilá, "bràtch"!

It's good!

It's my specialty, but I didn't know that you liked. I'll take the cakes.

Maria, let it.

-No,it's good ! -Maria, the veal is enough.

If that please you, well...

-I'm going to help you. -Yes, go.

Will you try the cakes. That is good.

- Mum, what's going on? -What are you talking about?

About the circus, those manners. Look at you.

Mum!

We made this for you.

It was not me complaining the veal. It was your father.

-Eat what you have. -No! I'll wait for the cakes.

-Mum, eat... -I'll wait for the cakes.

What does she want? She comes every day.

Must be pleasant to feel indispensable.

Yes, but she wont let me.

Wont you open?

-It can be important. -I'll open.

-Let's see if it's important. -It was only missing me this one! Behaving as a doorman.

Mrs. Caillaux...

'"Bonsoirch".

-Good night. Maria is not here? -No, went out.

-And you are? -Imaculada, cousin from Portugal.

-Can I help? -I need José right a way.

I've a problem on the toilet's flush.

José at 10 o'clock in the night, doesn't fix toilets.

-Listen me well, Mrs. Culada! -"Culadach".

Take me José now! Understood? Or do I need to translate?

Are you not ashamed coming around here?

Go for a walk.

Bothering me at 10pm because of a toilet

when I'm with my family at home. Ah?!

-I'm telling you already, no! -What?

There is no "what". Take your hands. Good bye, Madame.

Gosh! This woman drives me crazy.

Imaculada...

There's a long while since I wanted to do this!

It's done, you don't need to do it anymore.

If you're looking for a substitute, you already have her.

Nice, because soon it will be needed one.

Is this a diner or spectacle?

I'm sorry, I'm leaving. Can't take it any longer.

Paulinha, don't be rude.

Better being rude than ridiculous, mum.

Shut up!

I'm sorry. Forgot that we can't say what we think.

Well be seen and not attract attention, being unnoticed.

Letting yourselves be humiliated it's what you do better.

-I would say you like it! -Ungrateful.

I'm pregnant.

It's true, dad.

Your dear daughter is pregnant and is not even married.

That's shameful.

Paula!

Paula, hold on! Hold on!

-It's not possible. -Stop.

-It wont be possible for both of us. -What?

What's our problem? Listen me. Stop.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid I find out that you are from a family of employees.

That you're a Portuguese with complexes.

-Is it like that you see me? -It's what you are!

Are you going to have a kid with a woman like that?

Did you talk with your sister?

Yes.

I think we should leave her alone.

-She needs peace. -Peace? Needs peace?

Dad?

I'm not returning.

Let's go.

- Pedro, how are you? -Fine.

Good morning, I'm Cassiopêe, a friend.

Good morning, I'm his father.

-Is it you the painter? -Among other things.

-We gotta go. -I really like your job.

Thank you.

And were can we see your work?

At the moment, I'm in Aubervilliers.

He moves a lot. Mum is waiting us.

-In the gallery? -No, we finished the gallery last month.

We are in a construction of a parking place

But we hadn't starting to paint yet.

Yes, I see.

I've got to go. Nice to meet you, Sir.

Me to, miss.

-It's pretty your friend. - Cassiopêe!

I'm leaving.

-Wait! Cass', Listen. -Lair. I behaved as an idiot.

Why did you lie to me?

Because... To please you.

The doorman you spoke with was my mother.

Now, don't you say anything?

All right.

Francis, we are going to be grandparents.

Everything okay, sweet?

What a diner. We have a lot to talk.

I think so.

Dad, why did you raise José's salary.

Because I thought he deserved it.

After so many year...

-Of course. -And also is going to be your father-in-law.

It's the family.

Tell me instead that you knew about the inheritance.

You know that they are going to return,

but you need him.

It's convenient to you that I date his daughter.

That way, you keep José and the contracts.

You behaved well as an hypocrite, last night. Congratulations!

Francis, what's that about? What about you? Where did you learn that?

It's unbelievable! I never know about anything in this house!

-Why? I don't know. -Mum, it's not the moment!

-Sorry. It's complicated. -I'm used to it.

I would like to see what would you do.

If we were not signing this contract we would close the company.

Since 2 years that there's no job. You've to see the reality.

It's true. If that prevents José's return, imagine that makes me happy.

-I didn't know. You don't know everything.

What? I've done it for us. Dam it!

Didn't say anything.

It wasn't necessary to slap her in front of everybody.

Your daughter doesn't want to see us and she's pregnant.

And Carlos is getting worst.

I'll abandon everyone returning to Portugal.

I can't take it anymore.

I've got to talk with my sister.

-What are you doing? I can't take it anymore.

-I's me. -Maria, nice you called me.

-I was about to call you because of the signature with the bank. -Exactly. I'll go there now to see you.

What?

Don't come to see Carlos in this conditions.

-Why? -It's contagious.

He's going to quarantine.

Poor him, he's there, on the bed.

Suffering more every time.

If you saw him, Maria...

-I'm seeing him. -How are you seeing him?

Moreover, continues to play poorly.

How could you lie to me? And play with his health.

Is it sin? And you? You planned to abandon me!

-You didn't tell nothing about the inheritance! You did you know?

What do you think? Everybody knows!

The presents, the architect...

And you? The salary increase and the boss's suit.

It was Santa Claus perhaps?

That's why you pretended to be sick.

We want you to stay.

"Very good, very silly", isn't it?

Let's go Zé, we have nothing else to do here.

Are you happy?

Everybody knew.

Paula is right. They're taking advantage of us.

Everything they want, we do without complaining.

Would you let your slaves to leave?

The lovely couple that never says "no".

We were dumb.

We were clowns.

Do you know what do I want?

Want to talk with Mrs. Reichert and tell her all the truths.

To take her mother's dress and fill the windows with tatters.

It's what she deserves.

What? Tearing Reichert's dress?

Better than that!

Let's see who are the clowns!

Mail.

-Good morning, kids. -Good morning, Maria.

They'll get late.

Zé, nice your here, could you...

-Good morning, Mr. Caillaux! Good morning!

Where's Maria?

Good morning, Mrs. Reichert.

It's done.

CONCIERGE CLOSED

I hope that the jury is absolutely impartial.

Our decisions are absolutely transparent.

Yes, yes, of course. I don't want to influence.

Let me tell you that you're going to like what you'll see.

Stunning!

Good morning. Do you accept one sardine?

Or maybe a beer?

Maria.

The bougainvillea. I think they are thirsty.

Very well, done.

Wait, wait, ladies. That leave so early.

I'll prepare you a green tea with parsley. It'll make you good.

-It's my cellphone. Can you answer for me? Yes, sure.

Hello! Yes.

From whom?

Let it. I'll check.

Some Miguel.

Yes, Miguel.

Hello?

It's over, it's enough of shower.

Rosa!

I'm sick of seeing you all the day in the shower.

You're no fish! Your depression makes me laugh!

-Leave! -Take, and shave!

I don't like that style of yours with beard!

-Let me! Leave! -You're going to be your father, Charles!

I'll tell you something:

You'll move that ass and you'll go to this address

because your Paula since one week is staying over Miguel's home.

What?! Dam it! Dam it!

Well, it's done.

Come on, a quiche is waiting for us.

Open, bastard.

Paula! Paula!

Open! I know you're there!

Forgive me, Paula! I was stupid!

I want that children. But open me the door!

The neighbor died already.

-Bastard. Who is this freak?

This is Charles.

Finally, it's about time. You took long.

Where's Paula?

Romane, my fiancée.

Okay, I looked like a sucker.

-A little, yes. -Yes.

Clarify us. This is not a reference wall for the center, right?

Yes, yes... Precisely that...

-But... -Pardon. Excuse us. José...

What's that shit? You're putting me in a complex situation.

This contract worths millions.

We are late e you make some bullshit.

Since when do you know that I'm returning to Portugal?

You miss respected me.

Yes, yes, this wall is great like that.

-Is there any problem? No, certainly not!

Any other question?

We have been always generous to you, Maria.

Few bosses are that sympathetic.

And what did you give me in return?

The repugnant spectacle of your husband with my flowers.

Not even mentioning your cousin Mrs. Culada.

Are you talking to me about sympathy, Madame Reichert?

After everything I did for this building, after all of this years?

I saw the little Bertrand born.

I cared of Mr. Zu while he was sick.

I cared of your plants as it was children.

Cared of this building as my own house.

After 30 years of this job, I do it with pleasure.

It's my job, so I must do it well.

I would like you to say: "Maria is a good doorman".

But you're a good doorman, Maria.

I know I'm a good doorman,

but for you, I know, that deeply, me or any other...

...is the same thing.

Isn't it true?

I'm leaving.

I'll leave here my memories, maybe even my children.

Here it is, Mrs. Reichert. I finished the dress that was your mother's.

I hope it is as you like.

Pedro hated this pants. Do you remember?

Keep them. Perhaps they can fit the baby.

The baby wont even know who we are.

We'll be far way.

Will call "grandma" to Mrs. Caillaux.

We'll be only at a distance of 2 hours of air plain.

But I'll not be there when he's sick or for taking him from the nursery.

I'll be to far away.

You'll be far away form those selfish people.

Soon, we'll be in our home.

And what will we do there, just us, lonely in that huge house?

We'll live!

Paula is right.

We don't enjoy. We do nothing besides work.

Maybe it's what we like.

Don't you want to leave anymore?

It's our home.

Yes, I know.

If you don't go, I will.

All of my family abandons me.

I'll go alone.

-Shit! What?

-I don't know. -I'm making effort.

I've no doubt. The Portuguese fits you.

I didn't know this place.

It was Rosa taking me here.

-I'm more Portuguese than you. -Yes, be it.

What are you up to, for us?

To a lot.

Uncle, have you seen my dad?

-I've searched everywhere. -What's going on?

He was pissed. He left home and vanished.

José disappeared.

-What's goin' on, Rosa? -José disappeared!

-What? -Come on, Francis! Action, reaction.

Where is he?

-Good night, Maria. -Madame Caillaux.

I'm sorry, Maria! I'm sorry!

I forgive you.

Uncle, be careful.

To José!

Already now!

What can we do?

I'll not do this all of my life.

I hope you don't.

You were right. We are Portuguese.

We remain near our husbands until the grave.

You left Portugal together. You should leave France together.

Will you leave all of this, José?

You built houses all of your life but family you have just one.

NOTARY

We are late.

-I've been thinking. -Me too.

-I'll stay with you. -I'll return with you.

SIX MONTHS AFTER

Finally.

Are you regret?

Don't worry!

You'll have your 150 boxes as agreed. Okay?

Look to your sister. She was made for this, we were not.

I'm so happy that you're here!

-Was it good the trip? -Yes!

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-How's the baby? -It's everything okay.

Everything okay, my little thing?

This will born here, thanks to God!

TO MY PARENTS

Oh, look! They arrived! Take care of the pan. I'll be right back...

Come on, come on! They arrived. Come on, hurry up...

Come on, children. They arrived, Pedro.

Kids, I'm don't playing over here because people arrived. Did you listen?

Come on.

Shit.

Take of Pauleta's T-shirt. You don't deserve to wear it.

Good morning.

Who's the ball from?

Good match.

This is good.

By the way, Maria, who got in charge of the building?

Good morning.

Thank you.

Haven't you understood yet? I don't like football.

What? You don't like football?!

The only Portuguese who doesn't like football: my son!

To the "Two Cods". Here you have.

To the "Two Cods". Here you have.

"The Two Cods"

-Wont they ever change? -No.