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Davaï!

Go on!

Move!

What are you doing, fools?

- Here? - No!

No one listens to me!

Here?

Round we go!

To the left.

- Here? - Yes!

Promenade, gentlemen!

Promenade!

Take a dignified posture.

Davaï!

1, 2, 3, 4!

Keep moving, no gaps.

Like there's a gun at your head!

- Who turned the tarts off? - Where's the tray?

Get out of the way, dammit!

Déloyal, the chandelier!

You don't like hearing the truth, that's all.

Behave with dignity, then.

I only ask one thing, dignity!

Vodka!

Vodka!

Maladietz!

What do you want, squirt?

Your dick.

I beg you...

I beg you, one single note.

You're so tiresome.

Look your best, ma'am.

There, that's perfect.

What are those shoes you're wearing?

Is that all you've got for the wedding? Come on!

Anyone got any shoes for the lady?

Does anyone have a pair of shoes?

Are you drunk or what?

Look at the lady's shoes! I'm sorry,

I don't want to show you up,

but your hair looks like an armpit!

Never tried a center-parting?

You can laugh, I'll do you a chignon.

Shoes! Shoes!

Here come the shoes.

Give me the other one.

Get rid of those clodhoppers.

Steady, guys. The vodka's for the audience.

- Easy on the tears, Inès. - You said more.

Listen to your father, pussycat.

A bit more, a bit less. Either way, I'm always wrong.

OGRES

It's a good idea, but she's the only one who knows the role.

Who else is there?

As I know loads of acrobats!

I don't have any choice, is that clear?

It's the only solution. Only she can do it.

Do you want me to cancel the tour?

Anyway, we can't do anything else. That's it.

I'm hanging up.

I'm sorry.

You should have written that on her cast.

That's not very nice.

Shouldn't someone else raise the chandelier?

That's not the problem.

Your meds aren't right yet.

You've got to find the right blend with anti-depressants.

And the truth is,

if you have to drink on top, you need a stronger dose.

Meds have a price.

Nothing's perfect, there's always a downside.

If it's the right mix, it works.

There's always a snag.

Temesta/Prozac, you can't get it up.

Xanax/Prozac, you're zonked out.

Citalopram/Xanax, you just want to kill yourself.

The rest don't do a thing.

What about Paxil? That's what I mostly prescribed.

It gives better outcomes than Prozac.

No, the best thing for a quick fix is heroin.

But it's out of pocket!

Did you mention the baby to Marie?

Wait,

she doesn't know you're having a kid?

You can't do that to her. Not after all you've been through.

I don't want to talk about it.

That's Inès.

Hey, Ninou.

We're not going to deal with that now.

There's a problem, Pa. We have to talk about it now.

Gisèle had a contract, but I hadn't declared it.

It's serious. I really screwed up.

Technically, that's illegal labor, Pa!

Gisèle was undeclared. What do I do? I'm freaking out!

Yeah, OK, I get it.

"You'll sort it out. You always do."

What do I do now?

Oh God! Right through the heart!

Quiet in the back!

OK, I'll call the guys ahead.

How's the juice? What's your name, young lady?

It's Chignol.

In 10 minutes, we'll stop,

hoppity-hop!

Stop it, kids! Take it easy.

Naïm, what do you want to drink? Tell me, for God's sake!

What's that horrible hairdo?

Don't you do hair-care?

Huh, kids, tidy your hair up!

We stop soon.

Great, my arms are killing me.

Budge up.

I'm so sweaty, I feel like I've wet myself.

No kidding, it's all damp!

You could help.

What d'you expect? You're on me.

Here comes Mr Heavy.

Is this what you want?

Want a show?

You want to take a picture?

Hey, take it easy. You OK there?

Is that what you want, huh?

Hey, pin-up girls!

Sitting on 230 horsepower,

he thinks he'll burn me in his Danish dustbin.

Want to play, kiddo?

Hey, you crazy motherfuckers!

You think that's funny?

Lola!

Let me give you a hug!

You look so great!

Those terrific shoes!

It's so great to see you!

You haven't changed a bit!

- How are you? - How was the trip?

Where are you coming from?

It's good to see you.

How was the journey, Lola?

- Did you come up from Barcelona? - No, Madrid.

You're performing with La Fura? Still with them, huh?

That was Barcelona.

Hey, lovely.

Lola, Mona.

You're pretty.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, Lola.

Margot, Cerise.

- I'm cold, Mom. - I know, my love.

She's just like you.

Let's go find Lucien.

Come out of there.

Do you want me to send your daughter to get you?

You're such a damn kid.

I don't want to greet her.

I can't believe this! For once, can you not make a fuss?

Come on, come out!

I can't.

I brought her in to work, that's all.

We need someone who knows the part.

We're performing tomorrow, you know?

Not in a fortnight, not in a month, tomorrow!

I don't want to get hurt.

I don't need all this.

I don't want to.

Come out of there, for fuck's sake!

Marion...

François!

Are you alright?

Stop it.

I'm fine, it's OK.

Come on, blow your nose.

I'll go.

- Going to screw her again? - Gimme a break.

Let's take off!

We're not putting up the marquee in the dark!

No way!

A little dog! Look, over there.

He ate the chicken!

Keep the racket down!

Shut up, you little assholes!

Why don't you give them a smack, while you're at it?

Can't you shut up?

Come on, it is noon.

Some folk were up all night screwing.

And are maybe still at it...

- Have you got any water? - No.

Pretty good show.

Look at that.

Great, guys, classy!

What's up, cuz?

- Sleep well? - Yeah, you?

Shit, who put out their cigarette in the butter?

Margot!

I'm fucking starving!

No wonder.

You sure made her sing last night!

Come on, you'll see, they're nice.

A star is dead, and I'm in mourning

A thousand years have done nothing to dim my memories

And I dance

in a cloud of flies

Greeks, Armenians, Jews and Roms

Herrings in brine, medicinal plants

and some rat...

and some ra-ta-delight

And some rat...

and some ra-ta-delight!

And some rat, and some rat!

The Davaï Theater, ladies and gents!

Ladies and gents, come one and all!

Do you know Chekhov?

It takes place on the other side of town.

You look in great form!

I can tell you like theater.

I'm dazzling!

Kiddo, New York is not where it's at, but Port La Nouvelle.

Don't be afraid, folks!

Who wants to taste my apple?

Lovely fresh apple, who wants to try?

A romantic drama in a marquee!

Tonight, tomorrow, and the next day,

in your town, in Port La Nouvelle!

1860, Anton's birth.

1861, abolition of serfdom.

The doctor was the grandson of serfs, Slavs, slaves...

If you like Chekhov, you can always get by.

It gives you lots of ideas. You should read the novellas.

Chekhov's stories are great!

Maybe we'll be your audience.

Then you must come tonight.

I've got one left!

The Davaï Theater, ladies and gents,

the theater on your doorstep!

Switch partners!

Let's switch.

Frissons of happiness...

Frissons of fear...

of dread...

What memories come flooding back looking at that pretty face.

And yet, it's all in the past.

Drowned beneath the waves,

as if it never existed.

You're all vile skeptics!

You suffocate me! Give me some atmosphere!

You hear me?

Give me some atmosphere!

You thought I was leaving.

Not at all.

- Just buying some cigarettes. - I can see.

It's a bit of a mess, I'd rather it was more...

It's fine.

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

I made a mistake. I shouldn't be here.

Why? What did I do?

Nothing. You didn't do anything.

Not a word too many,

not a single question.

And you know what?

You almost convinced me.

"You're the only answer."

"Without you, the company will fall apart."

It's true, Lola.

Everything I told you is true.

It's humiliating.

Did you want me to try and screw you?

Sorry.

- You left me. Don't rewrite the story. - What story?

The one you told yourself? About how I left you?

- That's how it happened. - Cos you were leaving me.

- That's rubbish. - It's true.

You'd been gone 3 months and you already missed

your wife and kids.

That's just not true. Don't go saying that.

It was me.

Of course. It was me, I didn't love you anymore.

Does that version suit you better?

Does it?

Did you suffer?

Was it hard for you?

I waited for you for years.

And then spent years trying to forget you.

Where does that leave me today?

I'm alone.

I won't have any children.

You know what?

I want to eat some oysters.

There are loads here. I want oysters and wine.

It's not true.

You'd have had kids, if you wanted them.

Know what I did yesterday? I called Pierre.

He wanted to find me, stop me coming here.

I told him I stopped loving you long ago.

And anyway, nothing would happen between us

because you're old now.

He didn't have to be scared because you're not a threat.

Date of birth?

28 June '89.

- You're the father? - No, the partner.

Father of the baby, I mean.

Any family medical history?

Now you're asking...

Just the previous generation?

That'll do.

My dad's an alcoholic, my mom's a retard.

I see. And on your side, sir?

No, nothing.

There is.

A case of leukemia.

- Pardon? - Leukemia.

Who has leukemia?

My son.

He died.

- How long ago? - 5 years.

What type of leukemia?

Acute lymphoblastic.

Aged 13.

It's not hereditary.

I know.

You can undress behind the screen. Remove your pants

and come and sit on the examination table.

You're in the theater, I believe.

- We're in a traveling theater. - That's interesting.

- Certainly not a boring job. - It's OK.

What are you performing?

We're doing the Chekhov Cabaret.

- Do you know him? - A little, yes.

It's a review,

with dancing and all that.

Maybe you know the first part, The Bear.

I don't. Lift this up.

- You should get out on a Sunday. - This'll be cold.

It's the story of a creditor and a widow who are in a dispute

because the widow won't pay up and the creditor wants his cash.

So they argue until they nearly kill each other.

On the way, they fall in love.

Is that it?

What about the second part?

What's that about?

The second part...

is about a wedding,

so it's a big party

where everyone's bored, everyone's totally drunk.

They're waiting for a general, who's been invited for show.

What's that? You're putting a sex toy in me?

It's for a vaginal ultrasound.

- You're job's kinda kinky. - It's to check the baby's OK.

Yeah, sure.

"No, honest!"

"It's not kinky. I just put dildos in people."

You don't mind?

What?

Someone putting a dildo in my pussy in front of you, you don't mind?

Whatever turns you on.

- Gently. - Oh, I love it gently, doctor.

Yes, doctor, gently. Gently, doctor, gently!

The cervix is a bit open.

I'd be surprised if you go to term.

But it's all OK, he's ready to come out.

You said "he"?

"He", the baby.

You don't want to know the sex?

He does, but he's scared.

I want to know.

Sir, would you like to leave?

No, it's fine.

It's a little boy.

See that? Between his legs?

You lost something

yesterday, a little toy

I found it in a sorry state

your little toy

I found it very frail

your little toy

so I licked it, sniffed it, played around

cajoled and kissed it

caressed it, nibbled it

It smelt of adultery

your little toy

So

your little toy

I cut it off

- I don't care if you're the weak sex! - Bear! Bear!

It's time to sweep away the prejudice that only men pay for insults!

Do you want a duel?

Outside, right now!

Immediately!

My husband had some pistols. I'll bring them.

I'd so love to put a bullet in your thick head!

May the devil take you!

The pistols?

They're outside.

Well?

Two arms,

two legs,

one dick!

That's terrific!

That's great.

Come on, the champagne!

Greetings, little fellow!

Mireille, take it easy.

One for the kid.

God help and protect us!

Whence came this calamity?

Hey! They can hear you on stage!

It's a boy!

Great!

Call him Barnaby.

- It was great! - Thanks.

- It's good. - What?

What you're doing together.

Lovestruck like a schoolboy, down on one knee, I've got goosebumps.

Why on Earth did I fall for you?

I have to pay up tomorrow, and harvest, then I meet you!

I'll never forgive myself.

Away from me. Hands off.

I hate you. Outside...

The Wedding!

It's OK, I'm fine.

I beg you, dear Anna Martinovna.

Why the champagne?

It's a boy.

The thing to avoid

is dumb names, Tibetan or Hawaiian crap.

- Dumb names are in fashion. - I know.

I let her mom decide. We ended up with Ophelia!

It sounds like a brand of tampon.

Anyone seen the chicken?

There's lots of great boy's names. Max,

Leon, I like that.

Marius, which I also like.

Thomas.

What? You don't like Thomas?

You think it's ugly?

No.

Well, then.

Don't go there.

What?

Can't we use his name again?

Thomas I, Thomas II,

like the kings.

Will you do the chandelier?

François wants Déloyal to do it.

He's a liability! I don't want another accident.

I don't mind if he does it.

- Your kids are stealing bags! - What?

Oh, perfume!

Damn kids!

What's wrong with you? Pick that up.

Put it all there.

Hand it over, Margot. Shit.

What got into you?

Are you nuts?

Honestly, this is insane.

- This means trouble. - Stop.

Stop what?

You, stop. It's not funny.

I'm very cross!

Don't ever go under the seats again.

I'm locking you in the caravan during shows.

Hurry up!

Stop it, Naïm!

Where were you?

Mr Revunov Karaulov!

Delighted to be here!

Welcome, excellency!

I'm delighted!

What do I see?

I'm ashamed.

I'm confused.

Virgins are among us.

And you, Epaminond Maximovich, it's a miracle!

I'd never have thought

you could take such a grave decision so quickly!

Oh, Colonel, already one too many?

Timofei Gordeich!

Where did you find such a chic hairdresser?

That's what I call a hairdo!

And you, my plump Dymba, what do you say

about seeing the cosmic phenomenon in which

Nastasia Timofevna feeds us?

She whistles like a cabman!

What an extraordinary woman.

Winter's been so long.

It was grim, as usual.

I didn't see the sky for 6 months.

It was grim.

I'm so happy to have eyes right now.

Delighted!

Excellency!

- You don't look pleased. - Cheese? I had no cheese.

Vodka!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Can I offer you a little drinkie?

It's all local.

Hey! How are you?

Did you like it?

Don't come any closer. Hands off! I hate you! Outside!

You're not getting it. Try again.

- Don't come any closer. - Put something into it!

Come on, act!

Act.

Don't come any closer! Hands off! I hate you! Outside!

No!

It's like before. I don't feel Popova, her fever!

- There's no feeling. - Pa, please.

I love you. But why did I fall for you?

I have a payment to make tomorrow, and I meet you!

I'll never forgive myself.

Don't come any closer.

No! Stop!

Let me spell it out. Smirnov is tired, get it?

Tired of women, of work, of the miles he's covered.

Tired of talking, arguing, asking for money.

Tired of living, too.

For fuck's sake,

why do you think he's talking about a duel?

This weariness gives him murderous, suicidal tendencies.

He didn't fall in love with her cos she's pretty.

He doesn't care!

He fell for her cos she's deranged!

She doesn't care about dying. Go on, try again.

Look at me.

Look me in the eye.

Stiffen up. Go on, go for it!

Don't come any closer...

Fire!

Flames! That's what you should be giving us.

That's what it's all about.

If she's here tomorrow, I'm out.

Mom.

What did you say?

If that woman is here tomorrow, I'm not performing.

You just don't get it.

François!

I have the right to tell you what I think.

I'm not a fly you can swat.

You don't want to act? Then don't.

Anyway if you act like that, there's no point.

I feel like I'm kissing a lump of meat.

The truth is, the problem's not me, it's you!

Your desires are petty, disappointing, mediocre.

Yes, I loved Lola. So what?

The problem is why you were never able to love anyone else!

You weren't like that when we met.

Why has your desire withered away like that?

Dammit, Marion!

20 years ago you wouldn't even have mentioned a fling like that.

You had things that made us dream,

ideas which drove us forward!

Look what's become of you. Small, weak, lackluster.

Is that what we fought for?

And now the tears.

To show that you're sensitive and I'm a monster?

Shall I tell you why you can't stand Lola?

It's not because I screwed her.

It's cos she's arrogant. She's not afraid.

You're terrified about what might happen.

You'd rather just wait for death.

You think a woman like you is desirable?

You don't know how to love, only whine.

François, please.

What's your problem?

Is this any of your business?

Does it piss you off when folk talk?

Stop it, I'm not your doormat.

- Sorry, Marion, I didn't mean... - Leave me be.

- So I'm not desirable? - Sure, you are.

I'm just a worthless lump of meat.

Don't be silly.

Who wants me, then?

Who wants me?

Who wants me?

Who wants me?

I've got nice legs, firm thighs.

There.

No one.

You're right, my dear, I'm worthless.

I'll buy you, Babushka!

How much?

20 euros and 50 cents, sir.

That's not too bad.

A woman of taste, but the price is a bit low.

Is that all you can do? Put on a show?

Attention, everyone. A lady is addressing you.

Beautiful, mature, barely touched by her husband.

Behold! Ebony hair, stately bearing, a lovely bust.

Observe, ladies and gents, an exceptional lot!

Hardly a trace of daily humiliation in her eyes.

Come up, Marion, let's show them.

Get down from there.

Don't break the rules.

You have to pay like everyone else.

Come along, folks,

don't be shy, this woman is yours!

- She's superb! - Have you got anything younger?

Youth cares nothing for age.

Come on, folks, who's bidding?

Stop it.

Go to bed, squirt, or I'll sell you at cost.

I'll say 30!

We love you, Marion!

We love our Marion. Love her, too!

37, like the vodka!

Now we're entering the realm of reality.

Does this lot do the vacuuming?

It does vacuuming, ironing,

washes dishes and takes out the trash.

- Is there a senior rate? - No, nor for kids.

- Do you take karma points? - Karma points, chakra points.

Chaunac, what do you bid?

Do you accept vacation vouchers?

A little generosity.

- The dress is included. - And the panties. Show us!

Come on, let's get this going.

Hurry, hurry, it's all happening.

We're just having some fun.

I'd buy you, even snivelling.

Everyone knows she's hot to trot.

Mr De Chaunac, please,

a little decency.

Marion, it's your big chance!

Have you got it in gray?

Did I hear 40?

Yes, 40! A round of applause.

Any more bids?

Stop it!

Oh no, not you.

I'm not talking to you. Stop this.

Keep out of this.

Butt out, you.

Is she ever going to leave?

No, Marion,

I'm not leaving.

Don't confuse your dreams and reality.

He called me to replace Gisèle, so I'm replacing Gisèle.

I'm here.

Better get used to it.

As you can see, she's a feisty lot.

She has verve. 40 euros is not enough.

Show us your backside, Marion!

That's worth much more.

30 years of loyal service,

always trampled, never satisfied.

He told her there would be others.

30 years later, it still hurts.

100.

100? Who said 100?

It was me.

Do you want me to take you home?

Or shall I drop you somewhere?

Don't touch me!

Sorry.

Here,

the 100 euros. Buy yourself a good dinner.

No, thank you.

I'm not a whore.

Sorry, that's not...

what I meant.

Why did you do that?

I don't know.

I thought it was

shameful.

I didn't want it to carry on.

You didn't do it to sleep with me?

No!

Of course not.

Am I not desirable?

Of course you are,

it's just that right now...

OK,

yes.

Actually,

perhaps a little.

I did want to sleep with you a bit.

What about now?

What the hell...

Now, I'm not sure.

You've worn me out.

I want to sleep with you.

Let's drink?

We're in luck.

It's hot.

What did you do?

My wife has a lover!

My wife got laid!

My wife got laid!

By someone else!

Who cares? We're sleeping!

For my wife,

hip-hip,

hooray!

For my wife, hip-hip...

At least she keeps her mouth shut!

MY WIFE'S CHEATING ON ME

What about Edouard?

Edouard...

"Edouard, your tea!"

It's a bit posh.

Want some coffee, Mireille?

Anyone seen the sugar?

It's in front of you, Joss.

What do you think, for a name?

I don't know.

That's a pretty name.

- "Idunno", that's cool. - I guess...

Mom, what's written on the caravan?

Mom!

This table's disgusting!

Mom, what's written on the caravan?

Wait, Inès, that's my coffee.

Here, take your coffee.

- Mom... - You're getting on my nerves now.

Do you understand?

Haven't you got anything else to do except follow me?

Dammit, Cerise!

It says "My wife bores me". Happy now?

It's better than "My wife snores me".

"Snores me"? That doesn't work.

Really? You prefer that?

Sun, I come to see you for the last time.

You want an aspirin?

I want a gun.

To kill your father?

To kill them both.

What about Armando? That's a nice name.

Armando?

- Where's the shower key? - In the fridge.

Armando, I'm not sure. It's a bit flashy.

Some people don't waste any time.

I can't believe it.

You better had.

It's the accent.

The accent.

Seriously, you see that?

Theater unites people.

Hey, keep it down, guys.

I think we've been pretty discreet.

Up a bit, let's see her ass.

He's got the knack.

Remember that girl in the service station the other day?

What's all this mess?

- We should be tidying up. - There's time.

No there isn't! The kids arrive in 2 hours.

Come on, get to work! All of you!

In 2 hours, I want this place sorted.

I want us to look clean-cut and respectable.

- OK? - Pa?

I wanted to ask you about Gisèle's contract...

I'll be in Inès's caravan.

- We have to talk. - Not now.

- Yes, now. - Not now, are you deaf?

Cover your tits.

Is that OK?

You, don't just laugh, take down your smutty posters in the make-up caravan.

And get this asshole off the table!

This is a theater, not a circus.

They'll be here in 2 hours!

This place is disgusting!

Come along, children.

Hello, everyone!

Welcome to the Davaï Theater! Come along!

Come on, kids.

Let's go, in little groups.

Hello, Goat Poop.

Who wants to do some make-up?

Shall we dance?

That looks just like glazing.

Each time you put a bit of blue,

it gives depth.

But be careful not to hide everything,

because those patches of blue are very pretty.

Careful with the black.

Easy, because it's really nice,

but then you can add too much and it's not as good.

Is that OK?

Great!

That's really great.

That's magnificent.

Lola, in 5 minutes, we're switching groups, OK?

Hey, there.

- How's it going? - Fine.

Put that on top.

That's nice.

And the... the little bird lands...

This is the bit we love.

...and talk a bit about our lives, all of this.

We arrive in a town, we set up camp.

You wake one morning, and the locals

find a house like this. Great, huh?

It's great. You live like that all year?

Yeah, sure, all year.

I want to live in this caravan.

I'm going to live in the other one.

Hello, kids.

How's it going?

Want a smoke?

No. Mom says if you smoke, you die.

Your mom knows some stuff. I bet she loves sodomy.

You know what that is?

Does anyone know what sodomy is?

No one knows?

Are you sure?

Sure!

Do you want me to tell you?

You really want me to tell you?

Yes!

Wait.

Watch closely.

That,

that's an asshole,

with hairs.

And that, know what that is?

Girls?

It's a pecker.

Like daddy's pecker.

So, sodomy

is when daddy's pecker

goes

like that.

Hello, ma'am.

We did a drawing.

Leave it to me, don't speak.

If we have to apologize, at the very least

I want us all to apologize, cos we're in this together.

So I want everyone to speak, and then I'll make a closing comment.

But that's all.

Why all of us? It was him that screwed up.

What's wrong with talking about sex to kids?

You haven't got any yet.

No, she's right.

- We'd be less uptight if we did. - Says you.

OK, take it easy.

The decision is that each of us will apologize.

- Why each of us? - Because we're a troupe!

And that includes you.

Because if you don't, if anyone doesn't,

and if I don't speak at the end, the show will be off.

And since the company doesn't have much cash,

we'll be broke.

Maybe you're not aware, but things are really tight.

Tell it to him, Pa. We didn't do anything.

You're off the hook?

He's the one who has to apologize!

An hour ago, you were telling me "You have to apologize"!

I've made a decision. Get it?

I made a decision! Not you!

Go ahead. I don't give a shit.

- And stop going on! - But you're talking crap!

- Let me speak or I'm off. - Go, then.

You two arguing isn't getting us anywhere.

You see, Inès?

So I'm the problem now?

I'm fed up with your family rows.

Well, we're family. So what?

What do you care if we row?

We're here to work. If we can't do that, tell us.

And why can't you work?

Because you're in a family thing, "my pa", "my daughter".

I agree with him.

I totally agree.

Was it me who talked sex to kids? Or who dropped Gisèle?

Fuck you all!

You're such a bunch of assholes!

She goes and screws a stranger, easy, that's family.

You can't tell him straight that he's messing up!

And then that filthy bastard tells me it's my fault! Asshole!

What did she just say?

Listen, I came here to work with you.

That's the last time your daughter calls me an asshole.

You shut your mouth!

- Next time, I swear... - Shut up!

- It won't stand for it. - Tell it to me.

I'm right in front of you. Look at me and shut up.

Calm down, Inès.

Calm down? Is that all she can say?

What do you know?

You got your pussy filled, your head emptied.

Well, that's very poetic.

I don't think.

You know I'm just waiting for death.

Incredible!

He thinks it's funny! It's all cos of you we're fighting.

- Can't you grow up? - I'm not apologizing!

For fuck's sake, don't go back over it!

We're not going back over it.

I've taken a decision, and we're all going to apologize.

OK? So no more discussion. Period!

- Anyone speaks, off with his head! - It's crap!

You want us to apologize to total strangers.

The audience are strangers?

That says a lot about how you see your job.

Is that what we fight for? Strangers?

Roll out the red carpet.

I don't agree!

Because if we put money before politics, we're screwed.

What are we talking about?

He's the fucking problem. Just say sorry, and that's that.

Excuse me,

but I think he's big enough to know what to do. So leave him be.

Sure, dropping Gisèle and talking filth to kids.

Think you can talk?

Know how much you've cost us with your speeding fines?

What's that got to do with it?

Give it a rest with your excuses.

What are you up to, here?

Will you say?

No, he's too depressed.

It's easier that way.

Shut the fuck up!

What the hell's wrong with you? Is it the hormones?

Calm down.

At last some damn silence.

I have a letter for the director.

We're fired.

What?

- Break it down. - Seriously?

Yeah, take it down.

Wait, Pa, what are you doing?

We're packing up. It's over.

- No, Pa. - We've been fired. Don't you get it?

Is that what we usually do, give in to people?

We can't! We'll throw it all away.

We've got commitments, dates, we can't just drop it all.

We could do it for the gate money, they won't send the cops.

We can't not perform!

That's what counts, not screwing someone or talking about sodomy.

Yeah, but I'm sick of it.

It's not just you! How many are we?

With all this paperwork, if I don't perform, I'm dead.

I argue with my kids...

It's not needing to pee.

"I need to perform", great! But it's not like needing to pee.

- That's gross. - You wear me out, you're all muddled.

I'm all muddled?

When my man ran off, did I let you down?

When he left, did I let that take over?

I can't even have a love life because of you!

It's always all about you and Mom!

No one's forcing you to do this job.

OK, you didn't force me, but I need a bit of consideration.

- I've always had to be... - Be tough. It's not my fault.

All I'm asking is for you to be a little proud of me!

But you can't, because you only ever think of yourselves.

You don't care about anyone else, just you.

You think it's that simple?

Mom,

you tell him!

He can't decide it all, it's not a dictatorship!

I'm weary, Inès, I don't want to.

Great.

You screw around, then come home like a faithful dog.

Shit.

Sorry, my love.

Don't apologize.

You'll never be proud of me!

That's nonsense.

Sure, everything I say is nonsense.

Pa, I'm insignificant, I'm not even a good actress.

You never gave me anything but tiny roles in your shitty shows!

I'm just there to run errands, so you can be at the center, always!

Always the same.

Why don't we sack him?

It's my company, dammit! Mine, not yours.

Do you know what it's like trying to get the best out of people?

No!

Déloyal screwed up, we don't just dump him.

That's not how it works.

You only like people if you can stand the shit they bring.

I just want to act. It's not just up to you.

We're grown-ups, dammit!

Oh, fuck off!

If being a grown-up means talking money all day long

and popping out kids to think you're useful,

I don't give a shit about being grown up!

I didn't mean what I said.

I swear, I didn't mean it.

Listen, Inès, please! Come on...

Margot!

Margot, Cerise!

Don't do this, Ninou.

Listen, Ninou.

Stop.

Cerise, for God's sake!

Come on, Cerise, we're leaving.

Lucien! Where's Lucien? Where's Margot?

Come on, Lucien, my sweet.

Come on, my love.

Go round the other side and put your belt on.

Margot... Cerise, go round and open the door.

Yes, we're leaving, my love.

Hold on, honey.

But we were in the marquee.

Well, we're leaving the marquee, it'll do us good.

Come here, Margot!

Margot, we're leaving now.

Do your belt up.

Get in please, Margot. Hurry up.

14-15-16 July, LAUZUN

Then cut from the duel to the wedding.

Oh sure, we just cut all that!

Why not just cut the wedding, since the 2nd act is so boring?

And what about the opening? Do we need that?

There's no point opening if we're not going to close.

If we go straight from the duel to the wedding,

without evoking anything else,

the rest has no meaning.

It's dry, dead, disembodied.

Scholarly, leaden.

Fine, if we don't cut,

then let's replace her.

You could do the knives, Mireille.

With 3 of us in the first 2 songs,

it won't be as good, but hey!

We'll find someone else for her role, we'll adjust as necessary.

- What do you do, Daphné? - I'm in the choir.

Lola?

What else does Inès do?

Lots of little things.

She's in the wings during the break,

she plays Masha, she asks for help with her make-up,

she sets the wedding table,

she does her song,

she's the acrobat's assistant,

she takes the 2 men in her arms at the end of the duel.

When the General falls in the audience, she picks him up and puts him to bed.

The sailor's song, obviously.

The toast, the little dance, the glasses for Pierrot's song,

she defends the mom in the fight, she also...

Do whatever you want.

That's not acting, a bit here, a bit there.

If you've got a better idea...

You really want to know? I'm sick of this show!

It's stale.

Everything's old in this company.

Worn out, fit for the trashcan.

- François! - What?

Take a look around.

We're like a herd waiting to be told to move up.

I'm sick of carrying you along. You wear me out.

Take it easy.

I'm sick of myself too.

The Bear is ridiculous.

Playing Smirnov at 61,

it's grotesque.

I don't agree.

For my wife, hip-hip...

You ass.

I should have fired you years ago.

The kid's a fast mover!

He's straight in there!

Let's get this over with.

Who knows Inès' song? Marion?

OK, you take everything up to the wedding.

Mireille, what will you do?

I'll set the table.

Joss is on the chandelier, La Sauterelle, the General, OK?

Krista, could you do the sailor's song?

I'll try.

Since he's not on stage, Pierrot can do the toast.

It doesn't matter if a man does it, right?

Then Joss and Mireille should be able to do the glasses.

- Hi, kids! - Hello, Mr Sodomy.

Hello, smart guy.

Hello, Mr Peanut!

- Can I borrow that one? - What for?

You'll see.

I'll do you a show.

It's the story of a little king

who thought he was a great king.

This king was advised on all matters

by a monster, who was really tiny but very powerful,

called Ego.

Ego was very small,

but since he was so powerful, he is represented by this troll.

He's very fat, isn't he?

Sure, he's fat. Because he's powerful.

In fact, he's tiny, but this shows he's strong.

So, the king would only listen to Ego,

no one else.

That suited him, because Ego's advice was always the same as his own.

Thanks to Ego,

the king allowed himself to be horrid

to his people,

his wife, his daughter, those he loved.

He always wanted to be the boss,

even when faking sadness.

In the court of this little king and the monster Ego, there lived

a troubadour.

Is he nice or a meanie?

Nice.

So that's the troubadour.

And he had a son.

I need a little boy... Yeah.

This son, for some time,

had a problem.

Whenever he walked through a doorway,

he banged into the walls, like that.

He banged so much he was all bruised.

His pa, the troubadour, was worried.

So he went to see the king

to tell him of his concerns

and ask if he could stop work for a while

to stay home and look after his son.

But the king, as usual, listened to Ego's advice

and told the troubadour:

"Your son is not sick!"

"If he bashes into things,"

"it's because he's clumsy."

"You will continue playing flute for me all summer, as usual."

"Stop worrying."

And since the king claimed to be the best doctor in the land,

the troubadour worried no more.

But the son died.

So the troubadour realized that

the king only thought about himself,

and that he knew the son's illness

was serious, but he didn't give a hoot.

He just wanted the flute to keep playing.

That's not true!

Stop it! Have you gone nuts?

Shut the fuck up!

- Keep back! - Shut up!

You shut the fuck up, asshole!

I hate you!

Outside!

Take it easy, puppy.

What the fuck's all this?

What's all the fuss about?

You hit a pregnant woman?

Want to mix it with a guy for once?

Get your hand off!

It's between us, so let's calm down.

Please, calm down, it's between us.

There's no problem.

Go back to your drinks. It's between us.

Take it easy, it's fine.

Keep out, towelheads.

What's that?

Kids, go out that way!

Stop!

Stop it, for fuck's sake!

Come this way, thespians.

Who turned out the lights?

Man overboard!

Go on, Pierrot!

Buy yourself a piece of ass!

Special deal on peanuts!

Carry on, take your time.

Pretend I'm not here.

Coffee?

- Where are you going? - I'll be off.

Sit down.

Sit down.

There's no need to shove, sir.

That's not very nice.

Sugar?

Two.

Are you going to say anything, then?

What's this?

A baby?

- Looks like it. - I'm not kidding.

If so, better take responsibility.

Come on, it's not mine!

You've got it wrong.

Who was it then, me perhaps?

No, that's not what I meant...

Who was it then?

I've no idea, but it's not mine. I don't even know her!

You don't?

No, ask her. I don't know you, right?

And do you know him?

Sure, or he wouldn't be here.

Are you nuts? We don't know each other.

Is the baby his?

Maybe.

- We didn't even screw! - Let her speak.

Is it his?

It's possible.

On my mother's life, you're insane!

Do you know how to make a baby?

Apparently you do.

Better face up to it.

It's nothing to do with me!

You guys are nuts.

I'm getting out of here.

- Where are you off to? - I'm gone.

This is a madhouse!

- What about your coffee? - Forget it.

Oh my God, cows!

Oh fuck!

Where's all this tape from?

What bastard did this?

I don't know.

Why am I all taped up?

Whatever you do,

don't give me a hand!

Please, let us sleep.

I think they're having a confab.

Let's organize a beauty contest.

I like #943.

- She's awful! - She's lovely. Look at those eyes.

They've pooped everywhere in the marquee.

- Dung everywhere. - No upbringing!

All covered.

That's youth for you.

They don't know where the bathroom is.

There's dung on the seats too.

Here comes the kid and he looks a bit angry.

- Thank you, I fell. - Your top's the right color!

The bodywork's completely fucked!

Which of you dickheads drove my truck home last night?

Calm down, Travolta.

It's not funny. Own up. Who drove it back?

What, your German heap?

It was new, I'll have you know.

In the 1970s, sure.

I don't get it, what is a fender for?

It's not the fender, it's the bodywork.

We all know about your bodywork. You fend them off.

We've got another problem, in case you're interested.

I don't care!

It wasn't a question, it was an assertion.

The cows are there because your truck broke down the gate.

It wasn't me.

This is a big deal. Who's gonna go to the body shop?

Where are the keys for your damn truck?

It's Sunday.

There's fireworks in town, we're on at 5:30.

So let's get a move on. Everyone!

After what happened yesterday

we can't welcome people to a camp covered in cow dung!

So either we do a good job,

or we prove they were right to throw us out.

You, clean the dung.

You, clean the costumes and curtains.

It has to be clean and dry by 5:30.

You, clean the marquee.

The rest of you, save what you can from the kitchen.

You, help me get those cows away.

I'm not going near them. It's dangerous.

OK, I'll handle the cows.

Kids!

Don't go down there.

Cow team.

Altarik, take them to the caravan.

Fuck! There's one in here!

Come on, girls.

Let's go, my lovelies.

Get along there, my beauties.

Off you go! Back home!

Is Déloyal around?

I haven't seen him.

Didn't you come back together?

Is his car here?

I don't think so.

What's up?

I'm afraid he won't come back.

Is it because of last night?

That's not the first time you fought,

nor the last.

It's not like the other times.

Anyway, we may as well not perform tonight.

My heart's not in it. I'm fed up.

You can't do that to us.

If ever there was a moment to stand by us, it's now.

I know, but I can't do it.

Not without Inès.

Not without you.

Have you heard from Inès?

What did she say?

She's angry. She hates you.

I should never have said that to her.

I didn't even mean it.

Look at me.

I'm sad she left, too.

It really pains me to think of hitting the road

without her and her kids.

But if we think about her,

just for a moment about her,

I really think

she needs this.

What?

To live without us.

Is Déloyal here?

No, why?

Nothing.

His cellphone's here.

Never mind.

Shit. Are we going to start?

Money back!

He can get lost.

We can't keep them waiting. Let the show begin.

All those in the 1st act, stretch things out,

take your time.

Let's give him a chance to show up for the 2nd act.

What if he doesn't show?

Then it's a disaster.

- Will you do it? - Do what?

- Platonov. - No, no way.

Anyway, I can't. I've forgotten it all.

- You forget when it suits you. - It was 10 years ago!

You lost something yesterday

a little toy

I found it in a sorry state

your little toy...

I coat my lips

with obscene offerings

I straddle the twilight

and turn the other way

I'm made for nothing, really

and the world is within me

I radiate nothing, really

and the world understands me

A woman...

A woman at her window cries out

rebellious in her being, from her soul

Let the storm blow, from her soul

Let the storm blow

No! Absolutely, I never said that.

Here?

- Or here? - Not at right angles!

Here?

Yes!

Armondov, take these, you'll look smarter.

Where are you going? It's intolerable! The grand rond, gentlemen!

Promenade, gentlemen!

Promenade!

What are you doing?

Come on!

To the newlyweds!

Long live the bride!

Fetch some water!

Let her breathe.

She's all red.

Her waters have broken.

It's a contraction.

Ladies and gentlemen, our apologies.

We have to interrupt the show

due to a birth.

That's a good reason, isn't it?

So we ask you to excuse us,

thank you, and see you soon!

Hold her head.

- Bring her some water! - Breathe.

Shouldn't we remove her dress?

Bring your car, François!

We have to sit her down.

Find a chair!

Shit, get those cars out of the way!

Can someone bring some water?

Some water!

Thanks for coming, folks!

Now it's time to go, hurry up and move you cars please.

It's alright, it's nothing.

No one's died. On the contrary!

We're going to have a laugh.

You'll suffer, but hey...

You're ready to go. Right in the middle of a show!

He arrived on stage!

Are you crazy? Is that Molière arriving?

Who's in there?

The car's ready, let's go!

She's giving birth to a joker.

A great one, too!

We'll soon see the end of his nose.

Krista, get in front please.

Come on, let's go!

Let us through! We're having a baby!

Careful!

That way!

He's born.

He's doing well, and so's the mom.

If the dad wants to come...

Who's the father?

Are your parents well?

No.

They want to divorce.

At their age?

That's what I said.

But once they've got an idea...

That said, I never knew how your pa put up with your mom for so long.

He was crushed, alienated.

Say what's on your mind.

You came here to ask about my folks?

We're just chatting.

That's what people do.

What is it?

Are you in love?

You're getting married?

Are you having a kid?

You came here to tell me you're having a child?

I had to tell you.

I don't know, why's that?

Do you want my permission?

I'm not sure I want this kid.

I'm happy for you.

You're lucky.

A child is always good news.

You know,

Thomas,

I see him.

I actually see him.

I mean, he's there.

Do you understand?

He comes here.

- He sits down and I talk to him. - Stop.

I'm telling you.

You'll turn into a crazy old hag.

Obviously, you'll never get it.

Believe what you like.

In any case, it does me good to see him.

Maybe I'm lucky in that and you're not.

What do you talk to him about

when he comes?

I tell him memories.

I talk about him when he was little.

I tell him I see his pals coming out of school.

I ran into Jules.

You should see him.

He's handsome,

he looks like a god.

His voice has changed.

It's like a man's.

Why doesn't he visit me?

I don't know.

Maybe it's best, with the baby you're having.

- Are you leaving? - Yes.

Don't worry, I'm a doctor. It's all under control.

Is he there?

We haven't seen him.

Screw him, then.

So what if he doesn't come back? It's no big deal.

Too bad for him.

You'll be happier than him.

You didn't have a father.

Did you miss it?

It didn't stop you growing into someone good,

someone who stands out, right?

Fathers can go screw themselves. They're good for nothing.

They're just on your case, criticizing you, tyrannizing you.

And as tyrants get older, they get worse.

If your kid can avoid that, he's blessed.

I coat

My lips

With obscene offerings

I straddle the twilight

And turn the other way

I'm made for nothing, really

And the world is within me

I radiate nothing, really

And the world understands me

A woman

A woman at her window cries out

rebellious in her being, from her soul

Let the storm blow, from her soul

Let the storm blow

I abandon

my dreams

I remain a question

Faithful buttercup

I drown in meaning

I don't really want anything

And that's a demand

Not being anything really

Is perhaps good fortune

I abandon my dreams

I remain a question

Faithful buttercup

I drown in meaning...

In you get, we're off!

Let's go!

A woman

A woman at her window cries out

rebellious in her being, from her soul

Let the storm blow, from her soul

Let the storm blow

Show me.

Show me!

Hello, my little son!

You show up now?

Subtitles by Charles Masters a.s.i.f.

Subtitling TITRAFILM