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- I've learned to become

more forgiving and tolerant,

because, when you think

that within each of us a crying child,

we become more indulgent.

The heart is something very important,

always speak and see with your heart.

As Saint-Exupéry said: "You can only see well with your heart."

"Itsi Bitsi Petit Bikini" (Dalida)

On a beach, there was a beautiful girl

Who was afraid to take a bath

She was afraid to leave her cabin

She trembled to show the neighbor

One, two, three

She was trembling to show what?

- We're going on vacation!

Let's go on vacation!

- Easy, Marie, with your suitcase.

- It's going to be great.

- Long live the vacations!

- Alice!

Another fat son of a bitch on the "handicapped" square.

- But who cares?

Go ahead, folks.

Arnaud.

Change shoes. - OK.

- Boris!

We said we'd we'd put the costumes there.

- I'm not Boris, I'm Cleopatra.

- Go change, Cleopatra.

- Your bag is coming, Marc has it.

All set?

- Mayane, what's this? We said one suitcase per person.

- I've only got one.

- What's that?

- It's bags. - It's bags. It's bags.

You're right.

I just have to be more specific. And I wear them.

- Here we are.

Hello, it's Céline again from the foyer des Lilas.

There's another big bag of shit... Honking

- Can't you see I'm playing soccer?

- Hey, hey! - Beat it!

- As you can see...

Come on.

Céline, if we can avoid this...

- You have to be on the ball! - All is well.

- They have to learn from their mistakes.

- The mistake is that he will a car.

- THANK YOU, MARC.

- You're welcome. I'm here, I'll always be here.

Can we avoid playing soccer on the road?

Alarm Crying

- Stop crying!

- We're robbing it!

That's normal!

That's crazy!

She has the right to cry. That's crazy. You're allowed.

- Thank you for your time... - Of course.

Are you two together? - Yes, we are.

- Yes.

Married?

- No, it's just that I wanted to choose a ring today.

- Huh? - Oh!

She didn't know!

The timing sucks, but it's cute.

- Marc. - I'm here, I'll always be here.

- Can you ask the driver to wait 5 minutes?

Damn it, Thibaut.

- No, Mayane!

- Let's get out of here!

Let's get out of here! - Yes, I...

Congratulations.

- What are you doing? Come on! - I'm coming, I'm coming!

Come on!

The alarm continues to sound.

---

- Come on!

To the right!

Take the bag.

Hurry up!

Come on!

Get the clothes out! Hurry up!

- All right, I got it.

- The clothes! Hurry up!

- Yes.

- Come on, come on!

- There you go. That goes there.

Police sirens

- Let's get out of here.

- Voilà. - How are you dressed?

- What's up? - How are you dressed?

- As a German tourist, it goes unnoticed.

- We'll only see you!

- You, I can tell that you've just robbed a bank.

- Marc?

- Alice? Ouch, yeah?

- Any news of the newcomer?

- Sylvain? I spoke to his parents, he's on his way.

- OK, great. Thank you for your time.

- Thank you, sir. In the name of the Republic,

as Nicolas Sarkozy used to say:

"The test is absence,

"not the wound of vanity."

- Go ahead, sir. - You must thank him!

It's not because he does a job out of spite

following a failure at school, don't thank him.

- No, Alexandre, you mustn't say that.

The gentleman certainly didn't studies,

but it's a job like any other.

Let's go. We say thank you. - We thank you.

- Goodbye, sir.

Come on.

Did you say goodbye? - Thank you, goodbye.

- And that's it.

- You won't be able to carry the suitcases!

- Why, Ludo? - Because you're fat!

- Hey, Ludovic! What did we say about insults?

- That's not nice! - Then why do you say it?

- Because he's fat! - He knows it!

There's no point in telling him!

- Boris, what did I say?

- I'm not Boris, I'm Supergirl.

Stop drinking, Gnafron!

Are you in your right mind? - Gnafron?

- Hey! Are we on vacation or are we not on vacation?

Shouts of joy

- Soso.

Gad.

Alexandre.

Marie. - Not present.

- Boris.

Arnaud.

Baptiste. - Present.

- Princess Mayane.

And basket! Thibaut.

- We're going on vacation! - Ludovic.

Everyone's here. - Cool.

- Except Sylvain. - We'll wait for him.

You hand out water bottles.

Come on, go. - Ludo.

Here. Up.

- And hop! - And hop!

Oh, fuck, Marie!

- That's all right, she's used to it.

- I'm not thirsty! - She's not "thirsty".

Police sirens

- Come on, come on! Get over there!

- The car's gone.

- Obviously, you parked in a "handicapped" space.

- Well, of course... You know everything!

- What do we do? - Shh, we walk quietly.

- Guten tag.

Hacht fartun ouch.

Ich liebe dich.

- Is that normal? - I'm trying...

- Shut your mouth, that's better.

Forward, forward, forward. Crap.

- When do you park in a "handicapped" space?

- Don't. - It was obvious.

- Keep moving! - Keep moving, keep moving.

They're over there. - There, there.

German imitation

- What the hell?

- I think your your latecomer is here.

- What should we do? - Sylvain?

- I'll find a solution... What?

- Sylvain, is that you?

I'm Alice.

A knock on the window.

We've been waiting for you. Will you come with me?

Are you coming?

- Yes, Sylvain. We've got to go. We've got to go.

- We've been waiting for you. - Yep.

Come on, we've got to go.

- Go on, get in.

Meet Sylvain, friends!

They greet him warmly.

Excuse me, we're going to go.

- Yes, we have to go.

- Who are you to him?

His teacher? - Exactly.

I have to be with him.

The last time, it was shit.

- But we hadn't counted on that.

- Sylvain?

Welcome.

Are you going to sit at the back of the bus? - OK, um...

Do we handle this at the lodge? - Let's do it, come on.

- Unfortunately.., you're in an industry

little represented in the popular imagination.

And in the end,

the only figurehead of your profession

Emile Louis residence.

- Can we go now? - Yeah, let's go.

What do we say to the driver? - Son of a bitch!

- No, Ludo. Shall we say?

- LONG LIVE THE VACATIONS!

LONG LIVE THE VACATIONS!

Police sirens

- Did you convince her? What did you say?

- What did you say? - What did you tell him?

- Well, I told her you were...

You were sensitive, and there are times

where you shit yourself.

- What's wrong? I'm not shitting myself. - You're not?

- Well, no.

- I'll call you back. Palavas? Luna Park?

- I was 4, are you serious?

- Well, you were 4, you were shitting yourself.

Police sirens

---

- So what do I do?

- Follow their lead.

Look at them, see how they look.

- I don't do German anymore? - No, you don't.

You keep your mouth shut and do what they do.

- Damn, he's got a yarmulke on.

He believes in God,

he doesn't hold grudges.

Indistinct chatter and laughter

---

Come on, find your clown. Find your clown.

It's too much, it's too much. I'm trying to find a happy medium.

- Damn it, look at them. - I'm trying here. Excuse me, but...

She's on her way.

- Shut the fuck up.

- I'm delighted

to be on vacation. - Ah, that's cool.

You okay, Sylvain? - I'm fine.

- Yeah? It's nice to meet you.

You're going to make friends, It's going to be great.

Shall I put your bag upstairs? - No, you may not.

No, actually, I'm obliged to keep the bag.

It's got all the medicines in it. - I'll get it.

- Here we are.

- Can you introduce me to your teacher? What's his name?

- In fact, it's better... He's struggling, you see...

- But we'll take our time, so we can get to know each other.

I can hear the sound of your voice, you haven't lost your tongue.

What's your teacher's name?

There's plenty of time.

(lisping) - Orpi. Orpi.

Orpi. - Orpi?

- Yeah. - That's funny.

- Orpi. Orpi.

- We get it. - Orpi.

- We get it.

- I'm Alice. I'm delighted to meet you.

- I'm Sylvain. Sylvain, and he's Orpi.

Sylvain and Orpi. - It's OK.

- Orpi, here. Sylvain, here.

- OK, great.

If you're a little upset... - It's hot.

- You tell me and we'll stop. Is that okay?

- OK.

- You don't poop in your panties. OK?

- No, we won't. - I'll see you later.

- And according to Séguéla,

Sarkozy, at the first dinner,

whispered in Carla's ear:

"Can I kiss you on the mouth?

"Are you in or are you out?"

She would have replied "no way".

And since then, they've been in love for life. Beautiful.

"Voy (Costa & Quanta)

---

Vibrator

- Alice, can I put on some zizik?

- Yes, go ahead.

* Music starts.

- Intro!

- Contrary to popular belief,

that's why he wears heels.

Funny, isn't it?

He sings the lyrics.

- What the hell is this?

- This music sucks.

---

- I don't tolerate this music,

Marc.

- It sucks. - Lame!

- Fuck you!

- Oh!

What shitty music!

- This? Is this crap?

- Dalida is better.

- It's Paul Diamond, boys.

- I like it. - Jealous!

- Don't worry. Go sit down, I'll take care of it.

- OK.

Come on.

- Here we are.

* Click-Click Pan-Pan (Yanns)

- She's great!

- Now that's not crap!

---

- I can't erase you

You're the most beautiful star Among the others, I see that you

If you're lonely, tell me There's still a place for me

Spotlight on you

It's amazing how you glow in the dark

You're the most beautiful, mademoiselle How could I not see you?

I know the past is the past

But between us I can't say what happened

I wish I could make up for time

For you to go, tell me What the hell have I done?

I know the past is the past You're the only one I can confide in

I get paranoid sometimes

When I'm alone, I think of you

- AND IT GOES CLICK, CLICK-CLICK, PAN-PAN-PAN

J'BRAQUE TON PETIT CŒUR MA CHERIE, T'ES TROP SEDUISANTE

(lisping) - Pan pan.

Pan pan, the guns.

Charging. I dropped my charger.

- What are you doing, Paulo? - Getting into character.

- I'd better delete you

I don't know what your game is But I can't forget the past

---

They continue to sing.

---

- CLIC-CLIC, PAN-PAN-PAN

AND IT GOES CLICK, CLICK-CLICK, PAN-PAN-PAN

(normally) - What do we do?

- I don't know. Just thinking.

Ah, I know.

We can take them hostage.

- Stop thinking.

- Ah, I'll... I'll call Rico.

Ah, damn! No network, of course.

Hey!

Hey, excuse me.

Do you know where the network is?

- You've got some in the field, but it's hot.

- OK, thanks.

- Boris, can I help you with your suitcase?

- Why doesn't the bus go up?

- Just like every year,

Moisard the owner is afraid we'll damage his path.

- Because? Because why?

Because Moisard is an asshole!

Cocksucker! Cocksucker!

- MOISARD, ENCULE ! BASTARD,

FUCK! FUCK YOU!

MOTHERFUCKER!

FUCK! FUCK YOU!

- Good morning, Mr. Moisard. - Good morning, M. Moisard.

They continue to greet him.

- MOTHERFUCKER!

- Hello, Mr. Moisard. - Hello, you look handsome.

- Good afternoon.

- MOISARD, ENCULE! MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK!

- Hello, how are you? - How are you?

- Excuse them. - No, no harm done.

Here, the keys. - That's great, thanks.

- Next year, rates will increase.

- Is this some kind of joke? - No, it's not a joke.

- Our entire budget for the year goes into this rental.

- It's not my fault. - They've been coming here for 10 years.

- I'll let you know in advance.

- Can't you do something? We don't have any subsidies.

- You'll find something else.

- We don't want anything else. They're attached to this place.

- It's not my fault.

- It's not your fault... Asshole.

- I beg your pardon? - What's wrong?

I didn't do it. It's...

Ludovic, we said "no more swear words"!

- I didn't say "asshole", I said "motherfucker".

- Okay...

Enjoy.

- OK.

- Alice, it's not you to do this, it's me.

I'm here, I'll always be here.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Orpi, can you come and help us? We're setting up.

- No, I need to make a call.

- This is not the time.

And Sylvain's parents still haven't paid for the trip.

- Ah well, that's funny that you say that. Exactly,

I have to call Sylvain's father

so he'll take the money off you so you don't get in trouble.

Where's the network? - By the two trees.

You're quick! - Of course you think.

- How are you, Sylvain?

Sylvain?

- I'm so hungry! - Is it Sylvain?

(lisping) - Yes.

- OK. Are you OK?

- Yes.

- This is your home away from home.

I'll manage the beds, Céline.

You're... - Yes.

- Come on, let's go.

Gad, you're coming with us.

Gad, Gad! It's not that way.

- Alice. With Sylvain, we want to sleep in the same bed.

- Really?

- It can't be, darling.

- Yes, we can. We're in love.

- Already in love?

- Yes, well, it's...

We're in talks. It's not a done deal.

- But anyway, it's not possible.

- Oh... - To each his own bed.

- Oh, it can't be... Oh, man.

That's not...

It's bad luck. It's not my fault.

I would have loved to.

- You each have your own bed.

- Up here.

- What "hop là"?

- Don't worry, it's all right. Come here.

- Are you ok? - I'm fine. Have you seen Baptiste?

- No, I imagine he's exploring the surrounding area.

- This is my tattoo.

- Ah yes, I can see that.

- I'm a fan of Dalida.

- Isn't that right? - Yes, it is.

- I wouldn't have guessed.

- She sang "Avec le temps",

"Mourir sur scène" and "Je suis malade".

- All right, all right.

Maybe, we... Yeah.

Thank you.

- Which bed do you want?

- Well, I...

This one's good.

- OK.

- I'll take the other one, no problem.

- OK. - There, there.

- Which one do you want?

- Oh, well...

It's going to be a long one.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes.

Oh, fuck.

- Do you want to come and play soccer? - I'll give you a call.

Barking

Ring - Come on, get up.

---

Wait, cut.

Cutting.

- Hello? *-- Yeah.

- It's La Fraise.

- Come on!

Want to come along? - No, wait a minute.

Do you understand when I talk to you?

- Come on, let's play. - No, you won't.

I have a problem with the...

With the car.

- What?

- You've got to go and get it back...

to the pound.

* If they make the connection,

they're going back up... - Come and play!

- Up to me.

- Fuck, guys.

- I'm not amused. - Come on!

*- Don't move.

I'll get the car back. - Come on, let's go!

- Well, you're on your own!

Damn.

- We're going to have a match. You go in goal.

- Want to play? - Come on, let's play a game.

- Come on!

Go play the game. Yeah, go. Come on, run.

- Where's my ball? He imitates her talking.

But where did it go? Oh!

Where's my ball?

- You keep that one. I'll take this one.

This way, we're... We each have our own. That's nice too.

- Which one do you take?

I'm your boyfriend, and you're the best.

- Cool.

Very, very close.

- That's for sure. Day and night.

- Day and night...

Cool...

* Entro En El Party (Carla Frigo)

---

- Aren't you with Baptiste? You're not with Baptiste?

- Which one is it? - The big one with the ball.

- No, he's not. He must be having fun with the others.

- What the hell? That's enough, turn off the music!

You come down from the table, girls.

Everyone to the shower.

Ludo, stop the candy. Boris, come down.

Orpi, can you help me manage the girls?

- It's too high.

- He'll take you off the table.

What's wrong with you? - Don't worry about it.

- Yes, they're going to get hurt.

- No, but I mean, it gets worse.

For example, we lost Baptiste.

- What happened? - We've lost Baptiste.

- What do you mean by that? - I can't find it.

- Did you look for it?

- It's okay, don't worry.

At the speed it's moving, it can't be far.

- Yeah, great... Marc!

- Alice!

- Marc, can you come? - Sure.

Here I am.

I'll always be there.

- We lost Baptiste. - We lost Baptiste?

- Don't panic. - OK.

- You go with Orpi to pick it up.

We don't tell anyone, we don't create panic. OK?

- He can go alone. - No, he can't.

- Come on, hit the showers! - To the shower!

- Follow me.

(- Fuck...)

- Hey, oh, you forgot me!

- Baptiste! - Baptiste!

Baptiste! - Baptiste!

Hey, oh, thing!

Oh, oh, come here. He's... - He's what?

- He's in the forest.

- What would he be doing there?

- Well... I know that. It's the instincts of an educator.

Baptiste!

Baptiste!

(Fuck.) - Oh, fuck...

Baptiste, my boy!

- Baptiste!

- Ouch!

All right, come on. I've had it.

Enough is enough. It's worrying.

I'll call the police. - No, you're not!

- Orpi, my phone!

- Stop it!

No !

Fuck!

No! No. No.

Look, no.

Excuse me.

It's important for them to discover nature,

to imbibe.

It's part of the process.

Huh?

Don't worry.

In 15 minutes, we'll call the police if we can't find him.

- In 15 minutes. - Here you go.

Go that way.

Baptiste! - My phone.

Orpi, my phone!

- All right, I got it.

(- Fuck him.)

- Come on, boy!

- Baptiste!

- Hipipipipipipi!

(shouting) - Baptiste!

- Allez, mon Baptiste! Ronaldo!

- It's okay now, Baptiste. Oh, fuck!

Orpi!

I've got it! I found him, he's with me!

And here it is. - Well, here it is.

- We hit the whole forest... Here it is.

- Shall we go, big boy? - Let's get up.

On your feet. Up.

Super.

- What's wrong with him?

- I've lost my ball.

- He misplaced his ball. - I understood.

We'll find you another one.

Here we go.

- I want my own. Don't follow me.

I want to look for him alone.

- Here we go again.

If you have another hunch, I'll take it.

- Bring it back, period. You're an idiot.

- My phone, Orpi.

(normally) - Oh, fuck!

What the hell are you doing here?

He lisped again.

- You're not handicapped.

- Yes, I'm disabled. I've always been disabled.

- Doesn't look like it.

- Yes, I think so.

- Ah well, you can tell right away.

- You're right, I'm not handicapped.

I'm with the police. I'm investigating a guy...

- You're not a cop.

- No, I'm not a policeman either.

I've... I've made little mistakes.

So I have to hide here for a little while.

- At least now you're telling me the truth.

- What's your name? - Arnaud.

- Pleased to meet you. Paulo.

You don't say anything to anybody, or I'm going to jail.

- I won't tell anyone.

Except Ludovic.

- Who is it?

- It's me, you little prick!

Do you know what they do in prison in the showers?

- Uh, no. Why does he say that?

- But I don't know!

- All right.

OK.

Don't tell anyone.

- We say nothing. - Nothing to anyone.

- Trust me.

- Is it hard to wash your back?

- I beg your pardon?

- Wash your back?

- Wash your back?

- Wash my back.

- I didn't...

- Wash my back!

- Oh yes, that's what I had... Right, then.

No. - Yes.

- No, no, no, no. - Alice!

(- Oh!)

Okay, fine. I'll just...

I'll wash your back. There you go. There you go. Come right in.

Everyone? I'm in.

OK.

- Go ahead. - Whoa, whoa.

Wait, I'm touched.

- Damn, you found it, great.

Where was he? - In the forest.

- Super, Orpi, thank you very much.

- Thank you, Orpi... I'm the one who found it.

Right, Baptiste? - No, it's Orpi.

- Are you taking him to the shower? - Yes, I am.

Shall we?

- I want Orpi.

- Oh, no. No, you don't.

Go with him, he's got his little pink gloves on.

- I want it to be with Orpi. Sorry, Marc.

- Does that suit you?

- I don't have a choice.

The shower's here. Come on, take your shower.

- Undress me, I can't do it alone.

(- Fucking hell.)

OK, raise your arms.

- Not the belly. Don't touch the belly. I don't want to!

- Damn, you're stupid!

Hush.

Fuck, you broke my mobile!

- I didn't break it! - Shh, not loud. Don't talk.

- I didn't break it. - OKAY.

But we don't talk loud.

- I didn't mean to to break it, sorry.

- OK...

That's cool.

All right, come on.

I'll undress you. I'll try not to touch the belly.

I'm undressing a kid... Higher. Higher.

Here we are.

- Not the nose!

- Not the nose.

- Not the arms! - No arms!

- Not the arms, not the nose. - Not the belly.

- From behind?

Does it look... - Not from the back.

- WE'RE GOING TO EAT! - We're going to eat, yes.

- You all put yourselves in your place.

Gad, here. Baptiste, over there.

Boris, sit down.

Baptiste, you're here.

Everyone in their place.

- Sylvain!

Can you come?

- Where are we going? - Active?

- LET'S GET ACTIVE!

- Let's go to the whores!

- No, nobody's going to the whores!

- Don't we go to hookers? - Well, no.

I'm so sorry. Cries of disappointment

Yeah, it's like that.

But we're going to do some activities, don't worry.

So..,

silence. Let me tell you something.

We're going to have a great summer together. I'm so excited.

- Well, we don't.

- Don't you?

That's right, you liar.

Above all, the important thing is that today, we welcome...

- A piece of shit! - No, we welcome Sylvain.

- Sylvain!

- There you go. So say hello to Sylvain.

- HELLO, SYLVAIN!

A SPEECH!

A SPEECH! A SPEECH! A SPEECH!

A SPEECH! A SPEECH! A SPEECH! A SPEECH!

- Hop, hop, hop!

We'll let Sylvain do the talking.

Come on.

Paulo hesitates.

(lisping) - Thank you.

- That's good, Sylvain.

- Super. - Great!

- This is your home away from home.

Today, you're the king. You sit at the end of the table.

It's his first day. Tomorrow, we'll take over the places.

- Let's get started.

- Are you hungry? They nod.

- Sylvain, carrots?

Hubbub from the table

---

- What's that?

- Now that's...

- Moussaka. - Moussaka.

- Oh, right.

- With Alice, we have a great rapport.

We have the same sense of humor,

the same topics of conversation.

We're on the same wavelength.

She's got this terrible thing, you know?

When she gets angry,

she has this little vein so cute that makes me...

He sighs.

And I thought it would be nice if she and I could turn a corner.

You who have an outside view, Orpi,

do I have a chance or not?

- Do you? No.

Damn.

- I know what you mean.

It's true that she puts distance between us.

It's a form of modesty.

- Come on, I'm going for a piss.

- I'll be waiting.

*- From home, we'll be 2 hours from Los Angeles.

We'll be able the United States.

- It's crazy.

*-- Even Yosemite Park, I told you about it.

- Yeah, it's hot.

*- My love, we'll be able to do some sick stuff.

Besides.., you'll have to give me your papers.

- Yes, I will.

*- I've asked you 10 times I've asked you.

- I'll do it.

*- They're relous with paperwork.

Besides,

did you tell them about your departure?

- Er, no. I haven't had time.

*-- You're a slacker! We've been over it 10 times!

- I know, yes. I'll tell them tomorrow.

Tomorrow, yeah.

*- Tomorrow? - Yes, I promise.

*- Tomorrow, because after,

it's going to turn, and then it's off to the States!

It's going to be wonderful. I can't wait. - I can't wait either.

*- I love you. It's from over there. - You're an idiot.

*-- I love you. - Love you too. Love you.

- Sylvain?

(normally) - What's new?

- You're not doing the handicapped right.

- What, I'm not doing it right? You're sweet...

I'm just starting out.

- Shall I show you?

- Show me.

- You put your tongue next to it. At the tip of the lips.

And you try to lean... that way.

- Head down and tongue out? - Yeah.

- Like this? That's a lot, isn't it?

It does look handicapped, though.

And what do I do with the voice?

- For the voice, we're going to learn to speak well.

Incomprehensible comments

You can talk, anyway.

- Yeah, sorry.

(lisping) Like this?

- That's fine.

He's less articulate. - Or like this.

This is how I do it.

Maybe I can be more supportive.

- Yes, that's it.

- What's going on here? This is crazy!

(normally) You often move like this.

(lisping) Well, yeah.

That's it, isn't it? - Great.

- Is it great?

Nickel.

- I need your help

to find a present for Marie.

(normally) - Which one is it?

A door opens.

- Sylvain, come on.

You have to go...

You have to pee before you go to bed.

Hurry. The door closes.

- I'm in. And this is your lover, Marie?

- Yes.

- Does she know?

- No, she doesn't know.

- I thought so.

Gifts are personal.

It's up to you to find him. - Yes, it is.

- You want me to help you.

- Ah yes.

Okay, well... I'll tell you what.

If you don't want to help me... - Yeah?

- I tell everyone that you touch me.

- Touch you? You're crazy. Touch you?

What's wrong with you? I never touched you.

You came into my shower.

I could say something.

We said we were buddies. This is blackmail, it's wrong.

- Come on. - You were a good coach.

What's up?

- We're in deep shit.

- Why is that? - Because. Because...

I have to call Rico,

but the mongolito broke my phone.

I have to find a solution.

- Where's the bag?

- The bag is well protected, believe me.

This one won't budge.

- Good afternoon.

Up here.

Up here.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Damn, that's not fair.

- What do we do?

- What do we do? We're...

We stay right here, we don't move an ear.

Keep doing the mongolito.

I'll find a solution.

That's what we do.

- OK. - Hey! Hey!

Didn't they spot you?

- By them? Are you kidding me? No, I'm not kidding.

They don't see anything wrong with it. They said, "You're just like us.

- Yeah?

He nods.

- Are you all right?

- Nickel. Mark Vader sleeps upstairs.

And I came across a bottle of ketchup

who had just taken a leak.

Just an ordinary evening.

I'll get that for you. There you go. - Thank you for this.

I never asked you why you became an educator.

- Ah, well...

I was an executive at La Défense,

and then, one day...

I ate

a bo bun on the esplanade

and a pigeon landed right in front of me.

(And it only had one leg.) - One what?

- It only had one leg. Throat clearing

And then I thought...

"Céline, it's a sign.

"Take care of the disabled."

- OK. - Life change.

Come on.

Speaking of which, what are you going to tell your boyfriend?

- Ah fuck, I don't know.

Not "go it alone", he's been supporting me for years.

- It won't be the same without you.

- I don't know how how I'm going to tell them.

- And there's a problem...

you're going to break Marc's heart.

- Yeah, Marc.

- You're going to break his heart. - Yes, I am.

- "Alice."

- You're an idiot!

- "Alice, look at me."

"Alice, I'm here."

- I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE.

They laugh.

- "Alice, don't go!"

(- Stop, stop.)

- "Alice, take me!"

- You'll wake everyone up!

- It was too loud. - Yeah.

You're pushing it.

Céline whispers.

- I can't hear you at all.

- Do you love your boyfriend?

- Yes, I do.

- Bah, go to the other side of the world

with the guy you love, there are worse things

as a project.

- Yeah, I know.

- Mm. You know, you know...

Doesn't look like it. - Why not?

- You've just torn up an entire field.

- Yes.

Not wrong.

She imitates Mark Vador.

- "Alice."

"I'm your guy."

"Mundian to Bach Ke" (Panjabi MC)

---

- Oh, fuck!

- Are you coming to play?

(- Oh, fuck.) - Come on!

Orpi, come on!

- Yes, yes, yes.

- How's it going? - Great.

- What are you doing, Ludo? - A good man.

- And you, Thibaut?

- A basketball court. - Oh, yeah, right.

It's really well done, wow.

And you, Gad? - Sandwich.

- Er... You can't eat salt dough. OK?

- I didn't eat it. - I'm telling you.

Sofian, what are you doing? - A cap.

- A cap?

- This is the queue.

- The tail of the cap? The visor.

- Yes, the visor.

- Doesn't look much like a cap.

But go ahead, you'll make it.

- Sylvain.

I've got something to tell you.

(lisping) - I'm listening.

- I'm not in love with you anymore. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Ah... Oh là là...

Oh, boy.

- Don't you worry, you'll get over it.

It'll take time, but...

You'll get over it. If not, kill yourself.

- All right.

- Orpi?

Look, it's a bird.

- Ah, yes, now that you mention it...

I'm going for a piss.

- Sylvain?

How are you?

- I'm fine.

- You feeling okay? - I'm fine.

- Do you like the activity?

- Yeah, it's a blast. Salt dough.

- Yes, it's salt dough.

Do you have to pee? - No, I don't.

- Are you self-sufficient when it comes to peeing?

- Yes, I'm "tautonomous".

- Is it a poo, then? - No, it's nothing.

- Shall I come with you?

- Come on, I'll dry it. It's got to dry.

(normally) Damn, he's relou.

- Yes, it's really incredible.

- All the time in the back.

- Did you find a present for Marie?

- Oh no, I didn't...

It wouldn't hurt if you went to see her first.

Tell her you like her.

- No.

- Why should I? - It can't be.

No, no...

I can't do it.

- Arnaud. - I can't do it.

- Take a look.

Now that's a bird.

It's like bread.

We put Nutella and lots sugar. See you soon.

(lisping) - See you later.

Oh yeah, yeah. We've already... We've already had a good talk!

- No, Baptiste, stop.

But stop, I can't do it... Don't do it.

I can't tie the knot.

- Can I borrow your cell phone? - I'm in the middle of something. Stop it, Baptiste.

- Do you want the Champions Loop?

Ronaldo, I'll show you.

He ties a knot, like this. A loop.

- You'll have to come back later.

- Exactly. You're going through it again.

And there you have it, the Champions' Circle.

Can I borrow your cell phone? - Yes, please. Of course I will.

Well done. - Thank you very much.

- Impec.

- Look what I've done!

(lisping) - (lisping) Yeah. That's nice. What's this?

- A wind turbine.

- All right.

Maybe we need to add a mast or more blades.

- No. I'm going to show it to Gad. I'll show it to Gad.

- No, no, no, no, no. No, you're not showing it to Gad.

Because they're not models that Gad likes.

- OK. - Nope.

It's confusing, but I didn't do it.

- The principle is to express yourself. You do what you want.

- But it's not me.

- We express ourselves freely. - We express ourselves freely!

- Listen Ludo. We express ourselves freely.

- I made a heart.

Chuckles

Why are you laughing? - Are you in love with Alice?

- I'm not... - When's the wedding?

(- I'm not in love...)

I'm not in love with Alice. Ah, that's funny.

Go on with your sausage. Here, you can have this back.

Did your grandfather teach you that?

- No, it's just me. I've been practicing.

- Cool.

- Alice, come and see! - Self-taught.

- Yeah? Oh, boy.

What did you make? - A man.

- All right, then. This is the head? - This is the head.

- And what's this?

- Balls! - OK.

- At least a small bar...

* Call tone

Ring

- Hello?

- It's La Fraise.

*-- No, sir. It's still not ready.

I'll be in touch. I'll be in touch.

- Fuck. Fuck.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?

(lisping) - Your Dalida is too well made.

- Oh, yeah? Well, that's great.

- I made a heart. - Me cock.

- You're really good. - Thanks, that's sweet.

- This is it,

you've made some friends. That's cool.

- Yeah, it's cool.

Thank you.

- Come on, starters.

- ENTRANCES! ENTRY! GET IN!

ENTRY! ENTRY! THE ENTRIES!

- Remoulade celery.

Disappointed cries

- What's this? - I... I can't remember.

- Lasagne. - Lasagna.

- Thank you.

No, that's enough. I'll be careful.

Well... Bon appétit, anyway.

- Ah, that disgusts me.

- It's disgusting.

- Shall we? - Yuck, that's disgusting.

- Don't you want a taste? - No, it's disgusting.

You try it.

- My Soso.

- Yeah, what's up? - I just got your mom.

- Oh, yeah? When is she coming?

- Well... It's gonna be complicated with her new job.

I'm not sure she's coming.

- Ah. OK.

That's all right.

And you, why did your parents put you in the center?

- Because you're a shit! - No, Ludovic.

Let him answer, will you?

He hesitates.

(lisping) - My mom's dead.

- Sorry, we didn't know.

- That's all right.

And my dad is...

It's complicated.

He wants me to be like him,

but he'll never accept for me to be...

that I'm different.

- We're with you.

- Thanks, Soso.

- My mom, she's...

very nice to me.

And uh... Also, she left me...

My mother let me come...

And my father didn't want to keep me.

And there it is, she got a brain tumor.

And after his tumor,

my mother died.

I cried a lot and I think of her a lot.

And it's hard for me.

- A Santa Claus?

- A robot?

- A rifle? - Hot-air balloon?

- A 12-gauge?

- A dick! - Bravo, Ludo!

- Good morning, Mr. Constable.

- Léon Zitrone? - Yes.

- ELTON JOHN!

- I didn't sing!

He imitates Sarkozy.

- It's me, the vampire.

She imitates shooting.

She screams. She imitates gunfire again.

She utters various cries.

---

- It's Rambo!

They nod in agreement.

- Come on, someone else.

- Demis Roussos. - Lagy Gaga!

He imitates Sarkozy.

Shouts of joy

He imitates Sarkozy.

- No, it's not Macron!

- Michael Jackson? - Yes.

- Sarkozy, yes!

Applause - Hush!

- Quiet!

- Shut up!

You're not stupid.

La Fraise laughs.

- Sylvain, it's your turn.

You haven't been yet. You hide, no one will judge you.

We're having fun, nobody's...

(lisping) - Okay, shut up.

- What'd he say? - Shut the fuck up.

- OK.

It's good, he's comfortable.

- A peanut?

- Wonder Woman? - A horse?

- Someone on the phone?

- A chicken? - Yes, it's a chicken!

Another one. - Look at the other badger.

- Ludovic! - Pineapple?

- Jean-Marie Le Pen.

- It's got to be Ludovic! - Supergirl!

- Donald Trump? Rire de La Fraise

- It looks good.

He's a handsome badger.

(lisping) - No, it's a dinosaur.

La Fraise laughs.

Right, then... We'll give you two minutes. - No, we won't.

- Yes, come on. - Let's watch the show!

- You wanted to tell me something.

Let's get some fresh air, Orpi, for a while.

Because Orpi is tired.

He needs some fresh air a bit, Orpi. How about that?

Well, yes.

(normally) Are you stupid or what?

- Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh!

How do you talk to me?

What are you doing?

Huh?

How do you talk to your father?

How do you talk to your father?

Please note.

- Why are you doing this?

What's the point?

- I'm fucking sick of it.

I'm so sick of it...

All that, the shitty campaign...

It's okay, I'm not an educator. You're...

You're not a retard, either. You're not mentally retarded.

- So what do we do?

We're here for a week. What do we do?

If you want to shoot your mouth off, do it. I want to enjoy it.

- Ah, wait, wait. I see you.

A chuckle

Little Alice?

---

You want to fuck her? Do you want to fuck her?

- Look at you. - Fuck her.

Be a man. ---

The door closes.

- Why are you looking

my body?

- Pff, put your shirt on.

- Okay, I'm on my own.

- How's your boo-boo, Marie? - I'm fine.

- Mind if I take a look? - Sure.

My beloved nurse.

- I'm sick and tired of it.

I'm not going to wipe your ass. I'm fine, yeah.

Not able to manage on your own...

- How's it going? - It's going great.

- How are you?

He nods.

- Sylvain's adaptation, is going well.

- Nickel, yeah.

- So you can leave it. - No, I can't leave it.

No.

Yes.

But...

I don't know. Maybe maybe I can help you.

For example, with...

He stammers. - Baptiste.

- Baptiste. We have

a real complicity, there's something going on

which is nice.

- Would you be happy if Orpi stayed with us?

- Er...

Yes, I get on well with him.

- Well, great. I can't pay you, though.

An outraged chuckle

- Don't tell me you're doing this for the money?

The same.

- Hey! Oh! You forgot me, you jerks.

- You're doing great.

- I wrote "Sylvain". - It's great.

(lisping) - Who's Nicolas?

- It was...

He was a boarder, like you.

Like you, he had a little something extra.

His little thing was a disease.

The disease was stronger than he was.

We engrave our names to keep track of those

who are no longer there.

Orpi?

It's yours.

- No, I'm too old for that.

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

- Watch your step.

Is it any good?

- How are you, Sylvain? - Great.

- Hey, guys!

We're going shopping with Marc.

Céline and Orpi who take care of you.

Be cool! - OK.

- With my mother,

we always went go shopping together.

I loved it.

(lisping) - Alice!

Can we bring Soso?

- Yeah, me too! - Hold on.

- Me too!

- Not everyone.

We only have four places.

So the first ones: Soso, Sylvain,

Arnaud and Ludovic.

Playful exclamations

- Sylvain, Sylvain.

You're not going. No, there's...

We'll see you. We might see you,

to make fun of you. We'll see your face.

- Yeah, that's true. But I'll take my chances.

- What's up? - We're going shopping!

- Céline, are you in charge of the meditation workshop?

- Is there anything else we can do?

- No, it does them really good.

- No, it's a ball buster to everyone.

And that's not my thing at all. - Thank you, Sylvain.

- What's your thing? - Hunting.

- Hunting?

- Yeah!

I love hunting! Pan!

I love it.

- You're hard to figure out,

Céline.

You're amazing.

You're so multifaceted. - Thank you for that.

- Orpi, you manage meditation, do you?

- Meditation?

Yeah... No problem.

I love it. - Okay, top. Great, great.

And did you get the wire transfer from Sylvain's father?

- No.

We have to take care of it.

Because the other one doesn't call back, yeah, yeah.

- You got this? Thank you so much. Thank you.

See you later, everyone.

Thibaut, what are you doing with that cow?

Céline, handle the cow!

- Yeah. What's with the cow?

Oh là là, Thibaut. Where did you get it? Come on.

Bijou, come on. Come on, Bijou.

- Thibaut, we have no room. - Come on, Thibaut!

- No, we can't. - Oh, she's running!

- Shall I come forward?

- We don't have to close. - We do what we can.

- Are you sure? - It'll do.

- No belt, it's ringing.

- Tell me something...

Meditation, what do you do?

- It's just like Alice said. - But what is it?

- Well, meditation...

You talk to trees, you breathe... Fag stuff.

- Oh yeah.

When you talk, it doesn't look like how you're dressed.

You're not the same inside as outside.

The best thing is to close your eyes.

Just like that, when you close your eyes,

eh bah, on...

you can see better inside... yourself.

OK?

Here we are.

So we close our eyes. We do it right.

And then, voilà, we...

"Minute (Xavier Polycarpe)

We relax.

Huh?

We breathe.

Because breathing,

it's... it's mandatory, otherwise we die.

So...

take a deep breath.

Here we are.

---

Fucking bored.

It's true

we're bored!

- Told you. We're bored.

---

- Why don't you park

in a "handicapped" space?

- I don't have the macaroon.

- With the four of us, you've got a nice box of macaroons.

- You're right.

Marc, would you do me a favor? - I'm here, I'll always be here.

- There was a Jardiland in the industrial zone.

- Would you like some flowers? - No, I don't want flowers. Potting soil. For the vegetable garden.

- For the vegetable garden? - Take three bags.

- OK.

It's as good as done!

And here we are?

If not, you can have me back.

- The principle, is not to exceed the list.

Marc speaks in the distance.

- Shall we start with the vegetables?

- You're the vegetable! - We're all vegetables.

- You're the vegetable! - It's okay, Ludo.

They sing "Clic-Clic Pan-Pan" by Yanns.

---

- Why are people looking at us? - Fuck them!

- SCREW THEM!

They continue to sing.

- SCREW YOU!

- With this? - That'll be all.

- Thank you.

- It's good, it's too good.

- MMH. IT SMELLS GOOD.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

We'll eat them later.

(normally) - Excuse me?

- We'll eat the melons later.

- You have to be stupid to eat the skin!

- He's right.

You can't eat the skin.

You're right. Monsieur is dumb.

- He's a moron.

- DEBILE! DEBILE! DEBILE! DEBILE! DEBILE ! DEBILE !

- Bite into it! Bite! - It's good.

- Oh, he's offended. Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye, retard.

- Goodbye!

- Shit, Soso.

- Don't worry, we all know about it.

- Who told him?

- It's not us. - It's not us.

- It's Alexandre.

- Who told Alexander?

- This is us. - This is us.

- Don't tell the teachers!

- No. Yes. - Yes.

- Come on! - Wow!

Come on, Baptiste! - Come on, Baptiste!

- Go for it, Baptiste! - Orpi, catch!

- Come on!

Come on, Alex! Come on, Alex!

There! There! Pull up!

Yes! Come on, by yourself!

Shouts of joy

Great! Cry of Marie

- Holy cow! Marie, are you okay? - Careful, now.

- The greens, not the reds!

- You gonna be okay? Can you breathe?

Take a breath. Look at me. Look at me, look at me.

We're going to win.

Hunting horn - Yes, hello?

Hold on a sec. Hello?

Hang on, hang on... Wait, I can't hear anything.

There's no La Fraise, it's a mistake.

- Yes, wait. No. I'm sorry.

- Hold on, I'll put him on.

- This is me...

La Fraise, in fact, it's Sylvain's dad who calls me.

- Back to work!

- Rico, go ahead.

- The cops are all over us.

* I've got a hideout for you in Spain.

Wait a few days.

- Ooh! That's good!

- Okay, go, go, go! Oh! Come on!

We're going out! We're off!

*- Are you sending me your pay slips?

- Yes, I'll do it.

*-- Yes, I already manage everything...

- Okay, but I'm not on vacation right now. OK?

*- Did you tell them, by the way?

- Yes. *-- Damn it, Alice!

- I'll tell them tonight for sure. I promise.

- Hello, this is "priority checkout".

- I've seen it, thank you very much.

- Priority? You can't tell.

Boys' hubbub

- Can you see it?

We're a high enough priority for you?

- Let the handicapped through.

(lisping) - Careful, ma'am.

Good, it's a rifle. Bang, bang.

- Are you all right, ma'am?

Ma'am? How are you?

- Yes. Um...

You haven't weighed your carrots.

- I'M ON IT. - I'll take care of it.

- Are you sure? Can you do it?

We continue to empty the cart.

"Minute (Xavier Polycarpe)

---

Try to put everything in the same place.

- How did it go? Did it go well? - Fine.

Well, that leaves this. This.

Oh, damn. We forgot the potting soil.

Oh, damn. We forgot Marc.

I'll get it.

- We don't care. We're not the vegetable garden now.

- Not the soil, I'm talking about Marc.

- Ah, but no.

He's a big boy, he'll do fine.

All is well. Then... Céline laughs.

Marc mumbles.

- Arnaud, can you sit next to me?

(- Sit down.)

(Speaks.)

(- Yeah.)

Do you know Dalida?

- I don't like it. I don't like it.

- Neither do I.

(- Yes!)

- No. No, no, no, no. - No, please.

Looks good.

What do you think? It's great. It even has a little taste of...

- My cock!

- There you go. You don't know what you're missing.

Is it brandade? - Blanquette.

- Blanquette brandade.

- You're missing the point. - Oh, kitten, shit.

There, you're a good-looking kid again.

- And here too.

- Oh my!

Pet

(- Fuck.)

* "Paroles, Paroles" (Doumëa, Dalida & Alain Delon)

---

"Paroles, Paroles" (Dalida & Alain Delon)

- Strange

I don't know what what's happening to me tonight

I look at you as if for the first time

- More words, always words

The same words

- I don't know how to tell you

- Nothing but words

- You are the love story That I will never stop reading

- Easy words, fragile words

It was too beautiful

- You are yesterday and tomorrow

- Far too beautiful

- Always my only truth

- But no more, the time of dreams

(Arnaud sings along.) Memories fade too

When you forget them

- You are like the wind that makes the violins sing

And carries away the scent of roses

- Toffees, candies and chocolates

- At times, I don't understand you

- Thanks, not for me

- Don't you want us to sleep, Arnaud?

Arnaud continues to sing.

- Who loves the wind and the scent of roses

Me, tender words wrapped in sweetness

Land on my mouth

But never on my heart

- One more word

- Words, words, words

- Listen to me

- Words, words, words

- I beg you

- Words, words, words

- I swear to you

- Words, words, words

Words, words and more words

That you sow in the wind

- We're all zucchini.

So we plant ourselves in the ground like a zucchini.

We think zucchini, we are zucchini.

It's very nice, Orpi.

- Again!

"Overnight" (Parcels)

(lisping) - Alice.

Look at me.

Mary's cry

- Damn it, Marie.

Marie! - Oh, dear.

- I didn't mean to.

It's gone into his mouth.

- It happens all the time.

---

(normally) - And then there's a noise.

I hear something running and running towards me.

He's on his way,

I can feel it getting closer. Laughs

He's getting closer to me. Save me, Marie!

They're behind us! They'll catch me!

What do I do?

- You're boring! Always the same discussion.

Enjoying yourself?

- No, it's disgusting.

(- I have an idea for your present.) - Great, that's cool.

- It can't be! He's going to score!

Yeah!

- You're not in jail. - No, you're not.

- No, you're not in jail!

- Ah, I was scared! - Now you're here!

- Sylvain, don't cheat!

- Oh no! I didn't mean to!

- It's no big deal, it happens to him all the time.

---

- 17, 18, 19. Good!

To you, Gad.

- I'm going to bed.

- Want to play another game?

- No, that's all right. I'll say good night.

- Good night. - They're tired.

- A knight on a horse. Make me a knight.

I'm on the run, I'm on the run!

Oh! A princess!

Hello, Princess.

Will you marry me?

Laughter

She doesn't want to. So I marry the ogre.

Ludo the ogre.

We leave on horseback. Here we go.

- I don't know. I don't know what to tell you. I don't know what to tell you.

Okay, go ahead. Screw you.

- And I kicked your ass.

- No, wait... Yes, yes!

Oh, dear!

- You're very strong. You're good. You're good.

- Come on, red.

- Oh yes, him, anyway.

- Oh, yeah? Him too, handsome?

- Oh la la! What a goal! - Did you see that?

- Marie, get out of the field! Marie! Marie!

Marie! Marie's cry

Are you all right, Marie?

- It bleeds.

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Shouts of joy

- Happy birthday, Marie!

(- Give it to him.)

("Here, this is for you.")

(- It's for you.)

- What is it?

- Open the door.

- Wow! - A real gem!

- We wish you a happy birthday.

- Well done. - I want the same.

- I'm surprised at you. - I'm surprised.

Playful exclamations

- Tasty. - Delicious.

- Good afternoon.

Good morning.

Hello.

Are you ok? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- What's with this guy?

- Hi, there. - Who's this guy?

- Uh, it's...

It's Mathieu, he's my darling

who surprises me.

- Hello. - Hello, Sébastien.

- Mathieu.

- Son of a bitch!

- Pleased to meet you. - Ludovic, I told you about it.

- Ah, cool. Hi, Ludo.

This is the end of the world. I almost got lost three times.

- Thank you.

Go and find happiness.

- Marie.

- OK.

- Why is it here?

- I think he's making me...

- A little surprise.

Not too sad?

- Sad about what? - Sad about what?

- In fact...

Mathieu found a job in the United States.

And I'm supposed to go with him.

I was waiting for the weekend to announce it.

- Crap. Didn't you tell them? - No, I didn't tell them.

- Are you leaving?

Sad exclamations

- Don't go!

---

- Hey, hey!

- Please stay with us.

- Not sure.

- What do you mean, it's not safe?

- Do you want to talk about it here? - At what point...

- We'll leave you to discuss.

And we're going to start a little workshop.

- Cooking! - Great idea!

Shouts of joy

---

- For the beans, you catch, well in hand.

You plant, you turn.

- What the hell are you doing here? - We're making dinner.

- Oh yeah?

- We're making the meal, tonight.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, no one knows how to cook?

- SI, SI.

- Together, we'll make it happen.

- We're cooking!

- We're making a home-cooked meal!

Go away! Go away!

- We've had enough of tin cans!

We don't want any more boxes!

- We want to cook.

- Well, you're on your own.

Come on, Julien. - Can I lend a hand?

Outraged laughter

- Are you going to cook?

- Well, yeah.

Incentives

- Yeah, Julien!

---

Where are the utensils? - This is all my mother uses.

- I don't get it.

We've talked about it a thousand times.

You pushed me to apply.

- I know, but it wasn't real at the time.

- Damn it, Alice...

You're not going to do this all your life, are you?

Wiping ass for a pittance?

- Don't you understand that this is like my family?

- Sorry, I thought I was your family.

- Stop.

- If that's all there is, there's handicapped people out there.

- OK.

- No, but... Alice.

You know what I mean. - You'd better go.

- No, but Alice... - Go away.

Please, Mathieu. Go away.

"T'ho Vista Piangere" (Bob Azzam)

---

- If we want to eat tonight, we have to get moving.

Let's do it again! Come on, let's go.

---

- Alice? - Yeah.

- Are you ok? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Orpi and Baptiste are back?

- No, not yet. They'll be here soon.

I'm here, Alice.

I'll always be here. - I know you will.

- If you ever need.., a presence in your life...

There's always a moment when you're not feeling well,

and we need a shoulder to lean on,

and I can be that shoulder.

- Are you hitting on me?

I've just left my boyfriend

and you said to yourself: "This is good timing."

- No, I'm not! Not at all.

I don't think so. You'd think.

Then you think...

No, imagine the embarrassment!

- What are onions? - They make you cry!

- Yes!

- I'm fine.

- Watch your fingertips. And away we go.

(lisping) - Let's blaze!

Be careful!

Oh!

It's me, I'm blazing!

---

- Vegetable Farandole

on a bed of tagliatelle with puttanesca sauce

with garden condiments.

---

Service!

- Wow, great!

- Are you ok? - I'm fine. Three plates at once?

Be careful not to drop them.

That's a nice shirt you have. Who lent it to you?

(lisping) - Alexandre.

- It suits you. You're very handsome.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Thank you.

- For once, it's good.

- They enjoy themselves.

- I'm not convinced by the texture.

- It's good, a little chewy.

Mixed discussions

- I gave you 3 goals. - OK, but...

I put some on you too.

When you were in the cages... - Not even!

- Hey, hey! It's been 2 hours since you should have been home.

- Time just flew by.

- He's my responsibility. If anything happens...

- I pass under hers.

- No, you're my responsibility!

- Just a minute. We were there, playing soccer.

We ate a hotdog. - It was good!

- Was it good with mayo? - Runny.

- I don't really care!

Activity programs, it's not for nothing!

- Are you talking your little coloring pages?

- What's a mandala? - It's called mandala.

- Mandala? If you like!

Something of a buffoon.

- You're supposed to be an educator!

You're not supposed to do stuff like that!

- Don't talk to me like that. Nobody talks to me like that.

- No, but...

(lisping) Let's calm down.

What Orpi means,

is that he likes outdoor activities.

That's why he's shy. He's rural.

- Yeah, Sylvain's right.

- Yeah, that's why.

- Quite frankly, it's worth taking advantage

of all this, eh? Honestly, Baptiste?

- Enjoy it, look! The meadow!

- That's right, we could take a trip.

- Coloring bores me.

- It bores me too.

Not her place, not her place.

- I prefer excursions to activities!

- Would you like an excursion?

- YES!

General approval

- Let's take a look

Dalida's grave.

- So why not? But I have another idea.

- No hunting.

- Oh, I've got something else.

I can assure you, it's going to be fine.

- I check

because I'm not sure about the safety standards.

- Yes, but I'm telling you it's all good. It really is.

- Papi!

- What is it? What's wrong? - Come and have a look.

- It's not going to be possible.

- Why not? - Not enough supervisors.

If anything goes wrong, I'll drink to it. - Sir! Sir!

- Come on, take it off.

- Oh no!

- That's all right, we'll do something else.

Unhappy cries

- You've got to be kidding me. - What's this?

- That's not cool.

- It sucks.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Listen to me, sir.

- No.

- OK. Let's take off the vests.

- Yes, yes.

- Come and see.

I don't think you understand.

- Yes, they are. They're not fit for rowing.

- You don't get it. I'm not a nice guy.

If you don't let go of your gear, I'm gonna break every bone in your body tonight.

and I'll burn your shack. Do you understand?

Come on.

It's okay, it's all fixed.

Shouts of joy

They thank him.

- Thank you!

- Thanks, old fart!

- My friends are so nice.

I like them.

I'll call you later. Love, Mommy Dearest.

It's party time in the village!

* Thirteen (Damien N-Drix, Mosimann & STV)

- SYLVAIN ! SYLVAIN!

---

- Soso!

Cries of amusement and laughter

Bring out the lethal weapon!

- We're gonna win! - Come on, boys!

Cries of amusement

---

- I'm the master of the world!

They sing "Clic-Clic Pan-Pan" by Yanns.

---

Cries of amusement

---

- Why don't you go?

- Why don't you go yourself?

---

- She's fresh.

We're doing a hell of a job. - Yeah, sure.

- What would you have done in San Francisco?

Streets are like this, like this.

You've got Soso in a wheelchair, you drop him...

She screams.

"You let go of me, you jerks!" - Stop it, stop it.

Celine, Celine! - Soso! It's an "handicapé"!

- I'm going for a swim, you're boring.

Look out, here I come!

- We're going back!

Cries of amusement

---

- Hi there!

Bye-bye! - Bye-bye!

- Bon voyage!

- Gad, put down that paddle! - Put it down!

- Oh, shit! - Oh, fuck. Marie!

- Are you all right, Marie? - In the face.

- CA VA, MARIE?

- Let's play! (- Fuck.)

- Gad, what did you do?

- It's not my fault. - But be careful.

- I fell asleep, stupidly.

I was there and...

I didn't...

- Ronaldo, every time he scores a goal...

- Every time he gets the ball,

even with Benzema.

Benzema, he... - Even with Karim.

- Yes, he was shifting and when he shifted, bim!

- You really took it in the face.

You're not in too much pain, is it cool? No ?

It's OK. It'll pass. OKAY?

- It was nice, the boat. - Yeah, it was.

- Then you calmed down.

- She was cold.

- She was frozen.

- Frozen, yeah.

- When he's on his own, and makes his pass...

Fuck! Paulo, the cops!

We're outta here!

- He attacked me!

That's him, over there!

Hubbub

---

- Police, out of the way! Make way!

- Oh, shit.

---

- We're outta here! We're outta here!

- They're disabled, don't touch them!

- Come on, hurry up!

Let's get out of here. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

What are you doing, Paulo?

- I'm going to stop. - Stop what?

- I'm done. I'm done.

- Come on, don't be an asshole. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Love In Portofino" (Dalida)

---

Damn it, Paulo...

- Don't move! - Get down!

- Give me your hands! - Your hands, we said!

- Where's the other one?

---

- I'll conclude today

by appealing, Madam Judge, to your sense of justice.

Justice, whose primary function is to protect society

individuals such as Paul Mounier.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr. Prosecutor.

Mr. Mounier, do you have anything to add?

- No.

- Are you sure?

The door opens.

- Hi, everybody. - Hello, everyone.

- Hello, everyone. - Hi, everybody.

- We're in court.

Evacuate everyone.

- Someone parked in the "handicapped" space.

- An able-bodied asshole!

- Sorry, that's me, the fat bitch.

Sorry, I parked.

I completely forgot to put the label on.

- These things happen.

- I should have worn it.

- I prefer to say it. People often think that...

- They park while being able-bodied.

- Yeah. - I can't stand it.

- We're in the middle of a hearing!

- Please excuse us. I'm the center manager.

I'd like to...

- This is not the time. In a court of law, there are rules.

- Have you found a place?

- Yeah, the street...

A street. - I'm in.

- Since we're here, we're going to tell you anyway.

Do you agree? - YES.

They all nod.

- Calm down!

Gentlemen, two minutes. - Thank you for your time.

Well, actually, we just wanted to say that...

than Paulo or Sylvain...

I don't know who you are.

No matter.

We all agree that this is wrong.

We feel betrayed.

They nod in agreement.

- Right, yeah.

- Exactly.

- Me first.

He must be judged for this,

no problem.

But...

in 7 years, I've never seen them like this,

they had a great summer.

They nod in agreement.

- That's right. - That's right.

---

- Did you have fun?

- Yes, very much so.

---

So cool.

- We had a drink!

It was so great with Sylvain!

Sylvain, it's not

a son of a bitch!

- Sylvain is a sweetheart.

- I have to admit that it was one of the most beautiful

encounters of my life.

- Sylvain, it makes good food.

- We laugh with him. - He's so nice.

- With Sylvain,

we took a shower both naked.

Laughter

- We don't want Sylvain to go to jail, do we?

General approval

- Calm down, please. All right, calm down.

- Merry Christmas.

- That's beautiful.

- But open it. You'll see.

- It's beautiful. It's pretty, too.

- Yeah.

It's not as pretty as the other one.

- Me,

I think it's too beautiful.

- Thibaut!

Will you put the ball down and go join the others?

Thank you.

"Tieduprightnow" (Parcels)

---

Hey, lovers.

Come on, let's go too.

You'll catch a cold. They're so cute.

- IT'S OKAY.

---

- It doesn't bother you being a piece of shit?

- I beg your pardon?

- Clean your ears! Go ahead, Boris.

It doesn't bother you to be a shit?

With your big shitty car! Get the fuck out!

- I'll only be 5 minutes. - Scratch!

You get the hell out with your big asshole car!

You asshole! And shut up!

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas to you.

- Son of a bitch!

- Exactly! Shut the fuck up!

- Merry Christmas anyway.

*- How are you? - How are you?

*-- It's okay, listen.

- I miss you. *- I miss you too.

- What's up?

- Yes? - Did she like the present?

- Very much so. - I think so.

- And first,

you need to talk to Alice.

(- Already quieter.)

(And there's no rush.)

- Yes, it is now, right now.

- No, afterwards.

- I'm here, I'll always be here. - Marc.

Cuddles later. - Wow.

- I'm so sorry. - That's all right. Hello.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Kisses, kisses!

- Alexandre, a ball?

- How about this?

Oh, that's good. - Everything fits. Nothing dresses me up.

- What about this one?

They laugh.

- Orpi!

- ORPI !

- Orpi!

The door opens.

- I'll give you 3 minutes. - It's okay, it's okay.

For you.

- For me, really? - Yeah, you have to open it.

- Oh, a jersey of my player! The Strawberry laughs.

- Who's your player?

- A Christian Ronaldo jersey.

- And that's Real.

- True of his team?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Are you cuddling now?

It's the real thing. It's cool, it's...

- Really, thank you. - Thank you.

It normally fits you. It's your size.

- Nice bracelets.

Which jewelry store are they from?

- Probably the same as yours, right?

- How did they get you?

- It was complicated, it took a lot out of them.

They had to get moving, let go of the computer...

I surrendered.

Three years max, a priori.

Are you going to be okay?

- What about you?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry for all the... blah, blah, blah, blah.

- Dad.

"Say It Ain't So" (Murray Head)

---

- Watch yourself.

Merry Christmas.

---

- Why not?

You've got to be kidding me!

Have a look!

An anonymous donor

who bought the gîte!

Shouts of joy

---

The gîte is ours!