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YOU'RE SO HANDSOME

Bernard, you mean to tell me

you didn't feel ill initially?

Not at all.

First, I started losing my hair.

But I wasn't worried.

A year later, I had pain in the back of the neck.

That was rather uncomfortable.

I'm a cab driver, so I figured maybe it was job-related.

But it wasn't.

Then I started having problems with my vision.

They developed very gradually.

It was quite an ordeal.

Thank you, Bernard. Back after the noon hour news.

France Weather forecasts.

Joël Colado.

We'll have mostly cloudy skies in the north...

- Mrs. Pigrenet! - Yes?

What'll I cook for my niece? She's a vegetarian.

2.1 kg.

She's against killing animals.

Like my son says, "We can't eat 'em alive!"

Yesterday he...

- The head? - Please. She only eats veggies.

I asked her, "Doesn't a carrot suffer when it's pulled?

"Ever thought about that? You can't see it suffer."

That's right.

Now she's stopped eating carrots!

There you go...

Plus the eggs... In all, 30 euros 5 centimes.

Damn! I don't have 5 centimes.

Can you break a 20?

It's OK this time, but...

Yuki, get outta there.

Yuki! Out!

Tell your boss your lover will whisk you away to an island.

I can't do that, I've got nothing to wear!

Shirley, all you need to bring is a swimsuit!

Come on!

I love you, Shirley.

What's that, Sabrina? She left on vacation with whom?

I don't know, sir.

I'll bet it's with Peter.

I'll get you, Peter! Get me the World Center!

- Please, sir! - Right now, Sabrina!

Come with me, Ponpon. Come on, boy!

Shit!

I found some sea urchins, Shirley.

They're prickly!

Write the seven with a line through it!

Is that so hard to do?

- We're short five centimes. - Mrs. Lochet had no change.

- You can't... - It's a matter of principle.

- Or no one respects you. - Let's not quibble.

You look radiant, Shirley.

You should stop watching crappy American soaps.

You get all worked up.

You speak in flowery language.

You think you're Pamela Anderson!

Are you sure you fed Ponpon?

Of course.

- You let him run around. - What?

He's so fat, he doesn't run...he rolls!

What'd he eat?

You're gonna tell me what to feed the animals?

Mashed potatoes today!

- Sure, be an American woman! - I'll go tend the cows.

The meat's in the pan. I took out the cheese.

Two blue lagoons.

- Here's to both of us, Jessie. - You mean,

"Here's to the...

- "...three of us." - What?

Yes, you're going to be a father!

- Jessie! - It's cold!

This is the best gift you could possibly give me!

You were married under the community of property regime,

so you now control all of her assets in usufruct.

There shouldn't be any problems.

My sincere condolences, Mr. Pigrenet.

If you need anything, don't hesitate.

I'll never manage alone.

Sure, you will. Whether...

The weather? No rain for two weeks!

The crops'll be ruined!

I meant, whether you worry or not,

your wound will heal.

- My wound? - It needs a dressing.

- Addressing what? - No!

We need to dress your wound.

- So your grief can subside. - Yes, my grief...

Actually,

I'll deal with the grief.

But the work...

I can't manage alone. I'd need...

- A wife. - Well...

You'll remarry one day, Mr. Pigrenet.

Women are scarce in Montbouchard, and meanwhile...

Women can do things men can't.

The housekeeping, the washing...

- A wife isn't easy to find. - You have to go out.

Everybody's home when my day is done.

You could contact a marriage agency as a last resort.

- A marriage agency? - That's right, Mr. Pigrenet.

You're overcome now,

but later on, I'll recommend a reliable agency.

Good luck, Mr. Pigrenet.

That agency you mentioned... Since I'm here...

I know I'm overcome, but I don't wanna be glum.

- Who died? - Huguette, Mom.

- How she must've suffered! - No, electrocution is quick.

- Bless her soul. - She must've roasted!

Fried, more like.

Betting on horses the day

- of the burial? - Today is...?

- Now you work at night? - What are you doing here?

I'm fine.

- Antoine'll help you tomorrow. - I don't need your son's help.

Stop complaining!

I don't need anyone.

You'll need a casket unless you slow down soon!

Should there be foam on the floor?

- No. - Or a cat in the washer?

No.

ONCE IN LOVE...

...ALWAYS IN LOVE

It weighs you down, huh?

- "Weighs you down"? - Loneliness.

You figure it'll end, but you never see the light.

No, you never see the light.

- Your first time? - Losing my wife? Yes.

You lost your wife? I'm sorry.

Recently?

Ten days ago, but I'm still overcome.

My husband died 11 years ago. I got a dog.

But a dog can't replace a loved one.

- Have you tried getting a pet? - I'm surrounded by animals.

And you're lonely still.

You wake up alone, go back to bed alone, eat alone...

You figure, why eat? Or wake up? Or go to the hairdresser's?

The hairdresser...

In restaurants, we used to ask for one dessert and two spoons.

Then there was no need

for two spoons, so I stopped ordering dessert.

- That's the beginning. - The "beginning"?

Of the end!

But you can't give up hope!

One day,

you'll again be sharing one dessert with two spoons.

Des Vignes Road.

Montbouchard.

Good. Now then...

Do you like classical music?

- Obispo, stuff like that? - Yes.

And Mozart, Chopin...

And do you like to go out?

- Plays, movies... - I watched Dr. Livaro long ago.

No, Zhivago.

Maybe. I thought it'd never end!

You don't like much, do you, Mr. Pigrenet?

Couples must share the same interests.

I need to find out what you like.

- I have animals... - She has to like animals!

And know how to tend to them. She should be husky and healthy.

- A fitness buff? - She could run in my field.

She has to know...

- Yes? - ...how to use a washer.

Cat hair was clogging the drain, but now it's working fine.

That's secondary, isn't it?

I have nothing left to wear!

Shall we omit theater and classical music?

- Yes, maybe. - Fine.

As far as her appearance goes...

Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?

Yes, she has to have hair!

Yes, of course. Let's try a different tack!

This may seem outrageous,

but since you're in a hurry, and since

sentimentality isn't exactly your priority,

this is probably the best solution.

I like children and I'd love...

...to come to France.

They'd come to France?

Trust me,

they're not leading a charmed life in Romania.

They're wearing nail polish and...

They'll never be able to do farmwork.

They'll do anything to come to France.

Leave on a weekend and come back with...

...a girl on a Monday!

Imagine that!

- Buying a woman... - "Buying a woman"!

Perish the idea! You're helping a woman escape hardship!

That makes you a benefactor.

- A "benefactor"? - Yes! You're saving her life.

What'll I tell the others?

That you're visiting relatives.

We can hardly stand each other!

It's much faster this way.

These machines are built to last.

I already sold two units today.

I see, but what I really need is an electric milking machine.

This is made in Germany.

All my appliances are German-made.

Not to mention my corkscrew!

I see.

The EuroTier is next week.

My wife and I attend every EuroTier.

- I see. - You know it?

The agricultural fair that's being held in Hanover.

In Germany?

Once in love, always in love, hello!

- Mr. Pigrenet! - About that trip to Romania...

I may be free next weekend.

Yes.

By plane?

I'd rather go by train.

It's longer but lower.

- What's up? - Just dropping by to say hi.

- It's nippy out. - Yep.

Did you eat?

- Who is it? - Aymé.

- Who am I? - Huh?

- Look. - King Kong.

Come on, hurry up!

- Ask a question! - OK! Am I a famous man?

Yes, of course.

Am I seductive?

- Yes! - No!

You've never heard of the EuroTier fair in Germany?

The Germans have developed sophisticated milking machines.

You'd go to Germany? You hardly ever go out, period!

- I should go. - Am I dead?

- Who's dead? - Maybe next weekend.

Next weekend?

Fetch the disposable camera.

- Who's dead? - Bring me back lots of photos.

- Photos of what? - Of Germany.

She used to have a boyfriend in Germany... Jurgen!

A faux blond young buck.

Right!

That was his natural hair color.

- That's enough. - Who's dead?

Napoleon died!

Just point and shoot. You can't screw up.

My turn. Am I an animal?

Yes!

Am I King Kong?

You obviously cheated!

"Cheated"? Who, me? Aymé, did I cheat?

- Where? - I quit. You're both liars.

- I'll make coffee. - Mom! You'll need this.

Thanks.

Where are you going in Germany?

Hanover.

Bring back some sauerkraut.

- That'd be great! - And sausages!

- And Mom's pics! - And beer!

Relax, it'll be fine!

Yes, thank you.

They're for the ears.

They're too big, no?

You thought you...?

You're a riot!

It's because of the change in cabin pressure.

Chewing will help your ears pop.

Let's hurry, our first appointment's at 2 p.m.

- I'd better mail this letter. - No! I'll do it.

How sweet! A letter to yourself.

I've never received mail from abroad, so...

You could've sent yourself a postcard.

It's just for little old me.

Hurry up, Sylvia.

She loves physical activity, especially skiing.

Yes.

She likes to dance, but only disco.

And I love Moulin Rouge.

- Moulin Rouge! - I love France.

You're so handsome!

And you're so handsome!

- She speaks fluent Japanese. - But on a farm...

She's a nurse.

- She cares for the sick. - I hope so.

My dream is to be a singer

and dancer.

You're so handsome!

Why do they all say that?

Who the hell cares? She doesn't have to say that.

- Tell her I'm not handsome! - She can see that.

I meant...it's her opinion.

Why should I tell her anything?

Maybe she thinks you're handsome by Romanian standards.

- Me Elena. - Me Aymé.

Me have 28.

Me have big farm.

You have cows, chickens and...?

- Rabbits? - Yes, indeed.

I like really!

She loves the countryside, farms...

You're so...

- ...so... - Handsome.

- No, not at all! - Don't overdo it.

You're so...

...lucky to work on farm.

Elena.

Please, sir...

Can you tell me where I can buy sauerkraut?

Please...

You take picture of me?

- Yes. - Just press.

- OK. - Hold on.

Wait!

- This one. - You want eat there?

Yes. Come!

Then suddenly...

...no TV, no milking machine...

...no Huguette.

Huguette was my wife.

I took it as a man.

Twice it had broken down.

Twice in six months!

Elena! Never buy a secondhand milking machine!

- Never! - I not buy.

- Swear it! - I swear.

If you want...

...me stay with you.

In France.

Deal.

You not rather kiss me?

Look!

A German shepherd!

A German shepherd!

Sir!

Photo of dog! May I?

German shepherd! Romanian souvenir pic.

Thank you.

For the ears.

They don't go in your ears.

Chew them so your ears can pop. You thought...? That's funny.

I'm just teasing you.

You don't fly, so...

Room 9 isn't ready. Room 18, maybe?

- Just a shower, no bath. - Elena.

Elena! A shower OK?

Come.

Come over when I call you.

Don't lose my address. You'll take a taxi.

You're the daughter of the godson of the brother of my...

The brother of the daughter of my wife's godson.

I her brother?

Just forget it. You can't speak French, OK?

Shit!

Shit!

Well? How was Germany?

Lots of Germans, lots of people, lots of cars...

- In short, Germany! - And the fair?

Same as over here, but over there.

Outrageously high prices! I'll buy locally.

You brought back tons of food. Françoise'll cook all this up.

What's this?

A letter from Romania!

- Who'd write me from Romania? - Sauerkraut!

Unbelievable! I don't know anyone who lives in Romania.

- Here or at my place? - Who could be writing me?

- Shall we eat the sauerkraut? - Why a letter from Romania?

Open it!

Antoine would love to have the stamp.

I mean...!

"Dear Aymé,

"Life is hard here.

"Elena, our daughter..."

Elena is the daughter of my wife's godson's brother.

My wife's side of the family.

"...farming apprenticeship. Thank you."

The nerve! Take a look.

I don't run a youth hostel! Can you believe it? No way!

No way she's setting foot here!

Don't I have enough work to do?

Don't I have enough troubles?

I'm sure she's some young thing

who's never milked a cow, who wears nail polish... No!

No way!

- No Romanian's coming here! - Aymé!

Show some solidarity. Let her come.

OK, fine.

Yep...

It's something else.

- I can't describe it, but... - Yeah...

The sauerkraut isn't...

- It's no ordinary sauerkraut. - Right!

- Hats off to the Germans. - It's strange...

I'm torn. On the one hand, it's...

I agree, Sylvie.

- It's not bad... - That's right.

But...

- ...it's hardly exquisite. - That's right.

It's like throwing pearls before swine!

Next time, buy local canned food.

They can't tell the difference.

- So where's she gonna sleep? - I don't know yet.

Is this your first time in France?

Is this

your first time in France?

- She's not deaf! - Imagine that...

Showing up here late at night and not knowing any French.

She's resourceful.

But wouldn't her father have taught her French?

He died when she was born.

Who died?

Her father, when he was a baby. How terrible!

Not him, her!

- She's dead? - Thierry!

Stop drinking!

She should too.

If she works as hard, your labor woes are over.

Françoise!

She doesn't understand a word!

- Maybe she's stupid! - That's enough!

She'll be working at the farm?

She's here to do her farming apprenticeship, so...

The perfect woman: young, pretty, silent.

- Lucky you! - They can use sign language!

Antoine!

Well!

He's smitten.

I get the feeling she's just the beginning.

- Of what? - Of your troubles!

You were supposed to show up tomorrow!

- Out of hotel money. - I gave you money!

Stores! Spent a lot.

A fine start!

- What are you doing? - Damn this freakin' sofa bed!

It won't open!

You can't start throwing money out the window!

You're here now, but nothing's been decided.

Why won't it open more?

If you can't handle the work,

- it won't last. - For you. Gift. Flowers.

I can see that. It's a stupid waste of money.

- White ones? - Yes, white ones too.

You know tree? A gardenme.

No, it's a gardenia.

"Gardenia"?

Not garden..."me"?

No, "nia," which isn't a word. Still...

- What are you doing? - Much too noise?

- Know what time it is? - You always...

Wait.

...grouchy!

"Grouchy"? No, but at 2 a.m.,

- I don't wash dishes! - I washing them!

Whatever.

Be careful!

No!

This...

Apron.

Like this.

You're so...handsome!

"Handsome"? The first time we met, you said, "not at all."

Yes, first time.

And now?

Now I need a dish towel.

Eat?

- Thanks, I have sandwiches. - "Sandwiches"? Not good for...

- You like grand music? - "Classical" music. I love it!

I can't work without it.

Be it Mozart or...

...the guy on the piano. But I especially like Mozart.

Mozart is...gorgeous.

Mozart is very musical. To think he died deaf...

- Mozart? - He was as deaf as a post.

Tomorrow,

I look for work in town.

"Work"? There's plenty of work to do here.

Antoine will show you what to do.

Need money for family.

I could pay you for the work you do at the farm.

How does 500 euros a month sound?

500 euros?

That's a lot! Lots less work home!

- 200 euros, then. - No, 500 is fine.

Sure.

Includes...

- ...sleeping with you. - "Sleeping with me"? Why?

Actually... I meant...

Listen, Elena, for now...

I bet my electric milking machine has arrived.

- Have you eaten, Antoine? - Yes, he has.

Antoine!

You should come too.

In case we need you.

See you later.

Do I have a paunch?

- He'll be back tomorrow. - Antoine never to me speak.

He never speaks, period.

Maybe he has nothing to say.

You'll get bitten one day.

- Why you not name dog? - My dog's always around, so...

Now name Ciufut.

- What does "Ciufut" mean? - It mean..."grouchy."

Not nice.

It's a she, not a he. I'm hungry.

- Restaurant? - What for? There's food here!

Ciufut!

OK, let's go to a restaurant.

Ready to order dessert?

- Peach melba. For you, sir? - Thanks, I'm not hungry.

- For me. - No, Elena.

One peach melba.

Come over here now!

- That's enough! - No!

- You like want children? - Certainly not.

Kids shout and never understand anything.

When they're older,

at 12 or 13, they can help out on the farm... Boys, that is.

Girls on a farm mean disaster. Do you have any kids?

- What a silly question! - "Silly"? Why?

You wouldn't be here if you had kids.

There you go.

I gave you two spoons, just in case.

- "Two spoons"? - For both of us.

You never dessert share with two spoons?

No, never.

We're gonna win! Right, Ponpon?

6.3 kg!

Can you believe it?

Winner coming through!

- One, two, can you hear me? - Roland! This isn't Bercy.

It doesn't work!

See that?

See how they look at Ponpon? They're madly jealous! Gimme.

Antoine, please look after Elena.

Hi there! My name's Pierre.

Nicolas, Cédric. Elena doesn't speak a word of French.

They only have eyes for the Romanian girl.

But she's so-so looking.

Men prefer so-so looking women.

We have too much character. That scares men away.

That's true. I'm often told I'm scary.

Lucien Hubert, 3.2 kg.

3.2 kg!

Thierry Lucet.

- Allow me. - OK.

8.2 kg!

Yes, 8.2 kg!

But it's dead! Your rabbit's dead!

"Dead"? It was alive...

- ...two minutes ago. - Who died?

The rabbit died.

It suffered a heart attack. It's disqualified.

"Disqualified"?

What a rotten thing to do!

He had the gall to bring a dead rabbit!

Our last contestant: Aymé Pigrenet.

6.2 kg!

The winner: Aymé Pigrenet.

Elena! Look what I won!

A barometer!

When the poet died

When the poet died...

- I fed it carrots and grass. - So did I, but...

May 24, 1976:

You should bet on Nos. 2,

4 and 5, get it?

Shouldn't the winner buy a round?

- What'll you have? - Champagne for everyone!

Thanks a lot!

She and Pierre make a cute couple, don't they!

- Real love nerds. - "Lovebirds"!

Elena! Let's go!

- She wants to stay. - We've got work to do.

"Work"! You'll die on your tractor like Molière!

- "Molière"? - Whatever!

Let 'em have fun. It's Sunday!

- The work can't wait. - Don't forget Ponpon.

- Who died? - The poet died!

- Let her have some fun! - Love nerd!

- Are you angry? - No, I'm not angry.

But I've seen never such a skimpy skirt before!

- What's "skimpy"? - It means your legs show.

You notice me have legs?

Hello.

Congratulations! He deserved to win.

- He's so cute! - Handsome Ponpon!

We even scare widowers away.

What the...?

You're gonna start a fire!

- More lovely. - The room is drab!

And your perfume reeks of coop!

Like chicken coop?

Precisely! Look at yourself! What's with the makeup?

And is this your idea of a nightie?

Out! Are all Romanian women whores?

What are you doing?

Elena, what are you doing? Where are you going?

I sick of everything.

Sick of pretending I no speak French,

that I'm your wife's godsend...

- "Godson." Where are you going? - Who care? I not your wife!

Maybe you'll never be my wife!

Good!

I know you not want me,

so I find someone who want me!

At this hour? Elena!

You just wanna find...

...a husband in France, and anybody will do!

Yes, anybody will do!

I'm not just anybody! I reached out to you!

I met you first! I'm not just anybody!

Elena...

Leave me alone!

I not want see you anymore. Never!

Please forgive me, I was angry, that's all.

Seeing those guys at the café take you in their arms...

"They" take me in their arms!

It not my fault.

No, it not your fault.

It's my fault.

They took you in their arms because you're unattached.

When you're unattached,

people think you belong to everyone.

I not believe you actually said,

"Are all Romanian women whores?"

I'm not a...!

I didn't mean it, I don't know what got into me.

You were there on my bed...

So beautiful!

And you were waiting for me.

Waiting for me!

There you were, so...

...perfect.

And there I was, so...

I felt so old all of a sudden.

Like I didn't belong,

like I was the foreigner.

I yelled at you, but I was yelling at myself.

Can you understand that I was angry with myself?

I'm so sorry. You're a sun, Elena.

A sun...

"A sun"?

- I know you pity girls like me. - "Pity"?

How could anyone pity you?

You light up the world even at night!

You shed light on things I'd never seen before.

I see them here, inside. That's where your sun shines.

And now what do I do

with all this sunshine?

"Pity you"?

Pity me, more like!

I didn't mean slap you.

It hurt?

Not anymore.

- Already up? - Yes.

For you.

They're hot!

- What are you doing? - It my...sister's birthday.

- Didn't know you had a sister. - Yes... Her name's Gaby.

To Gaby, from me.

- No! She too young. - How old is she?

Six.

Now that's a younger sister!

She's still a baby.

Me go.

The post of ice isn't open yet.

Got to make bet. Me almost win yesterday.

You got one horse, you need three for the trifecta.

Like I said, almost!

Damn!

What a pain!

Thanks.

- Not having lunch with me? - No.

Lots of work.

Elena!

No, Antoine.

Not feel like it.

Stop, Antoine! What are you doing?

That's not funny!

That your Romanian laughing?

Sounds like she's having fun.

Letter for you.

Antoine.

How'd you make her laugh?

Please! She hadn't laughed for days!

What were you doing?

Stop that, you idiot!

Stop that!

That made her laugh?

Want to go to Paris, Elena?

Paris?

Want to go for the weekend?

We'll take a boat ride on the Seine,

check out the department stores.

Did Antoine give you that?

Yes.

He's giving you gifts now?

True, he's your best friend...

I wonder what you two go on about all day.

- Lots of things. - Whaddaya talk about?

We don't talk.

Move it!

When did you say?

Two months ago, for Aymé Pigrenet.

Here it is.

I know this place. It's Bucharest.

- "Bucharest"? In Germany? - No, Romania.

Ceausescu Palace.

You can see this and the Great Wall of China from the moon.

- Where are the pictures? - They're all blurry.

You can't make out a thing.

You laugh when Antoine throws eggs at you, but when I do...!

You're crying?

Sorry, I get so worked up...

Hi!

She's been like that for days.

She won't eat or talk.

She won't laugh when I throw eggs at her...

I just don't get it.

- Maybe she's homesick. - I sure wouldn't be!

I mean, life in Romania must be...

That's why men go there.

Romanian women'll marry just about anyone

to escape their circumstances.

Maybe...but she's here for an apprenticeship.

If the guy doesn't marry her,

she'll have left everything for naught...

- But this is an apprenticeship. - ...which would be wrong.

- Unless he doesn't love her. - He does!

How long's her apprenticeship?

She doesn't know.

That long?

Your gardenia's dying.

- Yet I tend to it! - Not enough.

I'm off!

Did you know you can see Ceausescu Palace from the moon?

Who cares, right? We'll never make it up there...

JEWELRY STORE

Mr...?

Aymé Pigrenet.

I'd like a ring.

- What kind of ring? - The kind you wear...

- Obviously. For a young woman? - Yes, but very pretty.

I don't doubt it, sir!

An engagement ring, I presume?

Yes, an engagement ring.

Elena,

I hope you'll wear this ring,

for diamonds are forever.

Real diamonds, anyway.

'Cause that's a real diamond! Boy did it set me back!

Not great... Elena...

Please accept this ring,

which could become an engagement ring,

if you agree to marry me.

You'd get a wedding ring too, of course.

Not great either...

Elena...

Elena,

this is but a ring,

only you can turn it into an engagement ring.

That's pretty good.

Only you can turn it into an engagement ring.

That's excellent!

Excellent!

- I startled you. Sorry... - Yes, you startle me.

Here goes...

Elena,

I'd like to...

- How can I put this? - You always come up behind me.

You always startle me.

I'm sorry.

In my defense, you're always wearing those headphones.

- It's like you're not here. - But I am here!

And no little corner to myself!

I have nothing here.

I'm like stranger.

- Don't say that. - No bedroom...

In the bathroom, all my things on floor!

I not home here.

I want home.

I want to be home!

I'll take care of it, you'll feel right at home!

"Happy."

"Dear parents, I'm not happy here..."

"I now know that I made a mistake."

"I should never have left."

"I miss you." Ah, she misses you!

"I miss you terribly."

"I'll be home before Christmas."

"And I won't...

"...ever leave you again.

"Never."

What a beautiful letter she wrote you, Mr. Pigrenet!

Believe me, she loves you!

Thanks.

I'm going to town.

I'll check your ticket.

Sorry.

Ciufut!

Elena!

- You won. - I won?

Your horses came in the right order.

- I cashed in your ticket. - I won? How much?

- How much is that? - 15,650 euros.

15 thousand,

six hundred

and 50

euros...

Mine?

Yours.

Aymé!

It's the bestest day of my life!

I'm a billionaire, Aymé!

- "Billionaire"? - Yes!

- That lots of money over there! - "Over there"?

I buy plenty of dresses!

And gift for you.

And champagne!

Must hide.

Lots of money!

Let me.

- Want me to come with you? - No! I want...

Alone to buy dresses.

Aymé! I'm so happy!

Thank you.

- I didn't do anything. - You did!

12-3-5.

The day you...

...bring me here.

Antoine!

I borrow moped!

Valence-Bucharest...

You have to go through Paris.

- There's a flight tomorrow. - "Tomorrow"?

Later, then?

Tomorrow.

Champagne!

To be chilled.

You find pretty?

Very.

Gift for you.

Keep you warm.

And this for Ciufut!

Ciufut!

Good night.

Leaving without saying good-bye?

What a mess!

How do you expect to close it?

Everything'll be wrinkled!

You didn't fold anything.

You would've missed your flight,

cabs always get lost on the way here.

I'll drive you.

Aymé...

I brought you here, I can take you back.

You'll save on cab fare.

What'll you do with all that money?

Open a dance school.

"Dance school"? That's nice.

You'll be surrounded by little rats. Just little ones.

Not real rats!

That's what we call them here...

I wanted to make you laugh, but instead you cry...

You haven't slept a wink!

Naturally, you're...

You should get some rest, there's still time.

They're called little rats, 'cause before, at the Opéra,

kids who wanted to become dancers practiced in the attic.

That's what they said on the radio anyway.

When they danced on points, it made a tic-tic-tic sound,

like rats scurrying about.

But why they call tutus tutus?

Total mystery...

Maybe when dancers moved, the tutus went tu-tu-tu...

Though I can't imagine tutus making a tu-tu-tu sound...

Sleeping?

Elena!

Hope you get a window seat.

At least you could watch the clouds.

All passengers for flight 315 to Paris,

please proceed to...

Time to go.

Good-bye, Elena.

Aymé!

- I not go. - What do you mean?

I stay.

There's no reason for you to stay here.

Yes, there is.

- The henhouse? - You neglect it!

I always have to do it over!

I work twice as hard since you got here.

You're a burden!

Plus you cry all day long!

- Not true! - "Not true"?

Who's crying now? Me?

Newspaper, miss? Which one?

Doesn't matter.

Thanks.

- Yes? - This the Mousquet farm?

That's on the other side. On your left.

Thanks.

I know, it's on the right.

That'll teach him!

Apparently oysters are hermaphrodite.

Aphrodisiac, yes, but hermaphrodite?

They can change sex right in your plate!

In my plate? That's gross!

Aymé!

- I have a gift for you. - For me?

- For the dog. - What is it?

- What is it? - A coat.

"A coat"?

Animals get cold too, just like people...

Good start to the new year!

Aymé... How about a kiss?

It's not midnight yet.

I beg of you to come with me! This is just horrible!

We have to hang the mistletoe. Where's Aymé?

Can't be far. You knew oysters changed sex in your plate?

- No more sauce for you! - They'll still change sex!

Come on, boy!

C'mere, Ciufut!

Happy New Year!

Instead of playing with that dog, you should...!

Where'd you get that?

Beat it, mutt!

Look, you mangled it!

This was...my grandma's scarf!

On her deathbed she said, "Give the little one the scarf."

That's what she'd call me.

'Cause I was little when I was little.

It has sentimental value.

Silly, huh?

"The environmentalists

"protested in the streets of Paris yesterday."

Wow!

I thought it was a lost cause.

See that?

You're a dog, you don't care!

What are you doing here?

What's your name?

Gaby?

So you're Gaby?

My name's Aymé. Aymé!

Gaby.

Where's your older sister?

Where's Elena?

Titles: A. De Lisi/ E. Blinn TV5 Québec Canada