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A GREAT TEAM

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- Tell me about your boyfriend. - I've seen him.

He's dark haired, with a musical voice.

A musical voice?

Is it true his name is Gonzalez?

His name is Mario. From Barcelona.

Ah, Italian men.

They have eyes with gold in them.

Barcelona isn't in Italy.

- Where is it then? - Portugal.

Will he marry you?

Is it true Portuguese feet have pink soles?

Anyway, they're dark. They're real men.

I don't like blond men. They're bland.

Everybody knows. Blonds aren't men.

- Is that your boyfriend? - Is that Mario?

- I bet he's bringing your present. - The compact?

Hello.

- You're an hour early. - I had to warn you right away.

- The cops spotted me again. - Are you sure?

I heard them. They came to ask about me at work.

I barely got away.

- I can't go back to the hotel. - What will you do?

I don't know. I'm all out of money.

Ah, there are times...

If only I could help.

If Jean and Charles can't do anything for me this time...

Anyway, we'll see.

After work, stop by the small cafe across from the King of England hotel.

They'll tell you where they hid me. See you later.

I'm getting fed up, do you hear me? And I'm putting it nicely.

This isn't a hotel. It's a stable.

Not even a stable. A pig sty. If the king of England could see this!

- What's stopping you going elsewhere? - No, sir. My friends and I are staying.

- You've harassed us enough. - Try paying your bill.

- We're unemployed. - You're all the same. - So are bastards.

- Just because we don't pay. - So you admit it? He admits it.

- I should keep putting you up for free? - I'm out of work, I'm staying. So there.

- Hi, Mrs. Pain. - Hi, Mr. Jean.

You, are you waiting for Christmas to give us clean towels?

- No money, no towels. - We aren't like you. We wash up from time to time.

You're giving the lady clean towels. And right away.

- Will you get out the hell of my way? - Ah, that you can do. That you can do.

Get it through your thick head that being unemployed wasn't our childhood dream.

Unemployed, sure. More like bums looking for work while praying they don't find any.

You swine.

But this is all going to change, Mr. Berteau. It's going to change.

First you'll unclog my sink. And then replace my windows,

- because I'm freezing my ass at night. - Then give me money. - That again.

And then sweep my room, and then clean up the stairs, and then scrub the walls.

And then change my sheets, because they stink. And leave the lights on until 10.

- This is my place. - Too bad your place is disgusting.

Exactly! It's disgusting.

A celestial voice. Hick!

I'll have you thrown out, you hear? I'll throw you and your pals in jail.

- Like that'll make a difference. - You lazy bums. - Shut the hell up.

- You scared me. - What are you doing here?

I don't know where else to go. If Charles or you could hide me in your room...

- You're broke? - That would be nothing.

The cops spotted me. They're closing in.

You just had to get involved in politics in Spain.

Now's not the time to be asking for favors.

Come to the bistro anyway. Charles and Raymond are waiting. We'll work it out.

Calf's tongue vinaigrette: 2.75.

Beef filet with vegetables: 3.50.

And the daily special, mutton stew with beans: 3.25

So I write: "Saut�ed Salt Meadow Sheep with Fresh Soissons Haricots."

Sounds more urbane, professional.

Here's your menu, boss. A real work of art.

Take a gander. Is this good work or what?

The little guy is good with his hands, no? He can do it all, Madam, all.

- Here, little lady, take a card. - No, thanks.

Go on, I'll show you a trick.

Take a good look at it, and put it back in the deck.

Here we go. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

and we have the 8 of hearts. That was it, right?

- It was the jack of hearts. - Wow. I messed it up.

Too bad. Maybe next time.

What's this face?

- You have the blues? - Yes.

You have to manage. Money doesn't grow on trees.

Oh, it's not about money.

- I saw Gina again. - Gina? Who's that?

- You know, my wife. - Oh yes.

We've been separated for over a year. Seeing her like that, well...

- It really hit me. - Has she fallen on hard times?

No, she's well fixed up... better than she was with me.

A good pal is worth more than all the women in the whole world. Don't worry.

I'm not worried.

Women. They're good for an hour.

You see one. You like her.

You sweet talk her. It works. Great. Then after, see you later.

Exactly. For example, I...

Hey, kid, mind if I sit down?

- Your grandma came to pick you up. - You're a gentleman.

That's not all, guys.

Mario's in a jam. The police spotted him. We have to put him up.

It's OK. They're nasty. They're chasing you like you murdered a family.

I've been kicked out of Spain, Holland, Germany, and now France. Where can I go?

- You'll stay with us. - Not a good time. I just lit into the landlord.

- What about Huguette's place? - That would be some birthday present.

- It's her birthday? - Yes, and I'm penniless.

Damn! We didn't think of it. We could have given her something.

Wait. I'll go buy some flowers.

I have an idea. Go phone someone.

- Who? - Anyone. - Why? - Never mind that.

Distract the boss. Tell him the phone's busted, anything. Just keep him busy.

Any better luck?

- Over here, boss. Something's wrong with the phone. - What now?

- All set. - Thanks.

A camera.

A little clock or some binoculars.

First class merchandise, eh?

A compact!

Let's go for the compact. You pull over here, you there.

Here we go. Towards me.

Come on, pull.

We've got it. We've got it.

I'm telling you... We've got... there.

Come on.

Easy. Easy, guys. Easy. There. We've got it.

Swell! The compact.

Go for the clock.

We've got this one too.

Let's see, what number did you ask for?

- Er, No. 4, Fontenay-sous-Bois. - No. 4, Fontenay-sous-Bois.

Hello, Miss. Yes.

You were asked for No. 4, Fontenay-sous-Bois.

Pardon? I have it? You have it. It's not that hard.

Hello, Rosny-sous-Bois? No? This isn't Rosny?

- It's wrong. - Wrong? How's that? You asked for Fontenay-sous-Bois.

No way. Rosny...

Drat! We were doing so well. Careful.

The next round's on me.

Huguette!

- Hello. - Hello.

Miss Huguette, we wish you a happy birthday. You don't mind, eh?

Huguette.

OK, my turn now.

What about me?

Crazy old bag.

My little Huguette...

We wanted to give you a present.

- Oh, it's lovely. - It rings, too.

- I'll put it at my bedside. - Yes. - Here's mine.

- What is it? - It's... an eraser.

Yes, I know...

It's not great. I hoped to do better, get you a camera..

But it didn't work out.

- But it might still be useful. If you make splotches. - Thanks, you're nice.

Here's mine. I wish it could be something else. It's a razor.

- It'll be yours when we're married. - You see, eh?

- Here we are. - Here we are.

Here we are.

The compact!

What's with her?

What's with you?

You're nice.

You're too nice.

If you knew...

And Mario, too, who doesn't even know where he's sleeping tonight.

Come on, my girl, don't worry. Come on.

I'll take him with me in my room.

The hotel manager cuts the power at 9. We'll go in after that.

Once we're in, no one will know. No one ever goes into my room, not even a broom.

- Who is it? - The 3 Musketeers.

- How long are we playing. - The candle will hold out to 4000 points.

Here we go. Let Mario deal.

It's you and me, Charlot. Try to keep up.

You know, luck and me... But you promised not to yell at me.

I'll be nice and comfy here.

If you get bored, you can breed spiders.

The cleaner hasn't been in here for 3 weeks, so...

- Hearts. Want some or not? - No.

Think of the cop at your door waiting for you to come home.

Spades.

- I don't know where I'd be without you. - So we're talking?

Playing belote and making love require silence. Or there's no pleasure.

Charlot. Here's a 9.

- And I'll take your 9. - You play like a slug.

- Hearts. - Quiet. You promised. - Did you learn in kindergarten?

- You made me forget my third. - He's doing it on purpose.

Dummy! When you're thick like this, you stick to marbles or politics.

But you don't touch cards.

Stop screaming. This isn't a good night to attract attention.

I'm screaming!?

There goes the king.

I'll take the queen.

Bam, bam, and bam!

- Don't yell. - I'm telling him nicely how I feel.

You understand? Idiot!

There.

My heart's not in it.

Freedom isn't so great.

How sad.

Hello. Yes.

This is the King of England.

Yes.

Eh?

What?

Here we are in a tunnel. Like rats.

Like the blind.

This bums me out. I'm going to bed.

Where's the door?

Where in God's name is the door?

Being at the mercy of authority will make me do something stupid.

What times we live in, Charlot.

I'm not sleepy. I haven't eaten. I want to see.

Now!

- What's happening? - Hide. Hide!

- You think it's because of me? - Of course. - Come here. Back here.

I'll take a look.

Lock it.

Open up. It's me.

Mr. Berteau.

I've brought you clean sheets and towels.

It's a trap.

I... I owe you some apologies. You're good people.

I want to make you happy.

He's sleepwalking.

Come on, open up.

Go get some sleep, pal. You're coming down with typhoid.

Tintin. Is it you, Tintin?

Say, my friend. You know... the National Lottery.

Well, your ticket... my ticket.

We won, yes, I won.

You won too. We've both won.

- What's the matter with you? - Don't you remember?

- You took a tenth of my ticket with the guys. - A tenth, yes.

Well, my friend, it hit!

- The National Lottery drawing? - Yes. Look.

Here's the bubbly. You believe me now?

Buddy, you're good for 100,000 bills. 100,000.

- Come on, it's not nice to play tricks. - Play tricks? Here, look.

Here's the winner. And you're good for a tenth.

Oh my, it's true. Jesus Mary.

Good God!

Open up, Jean. It's Tintin.

Open up and brace yourself.

We won 100,000 bills.

- Yeah, no kidding. - Jean. 20,000 bills each.

- Our tenth hit at the Lottery. - No kidding.

- There's bubbly coming up. - No way, buddy. Charles!

- And you, windbag, what do you say? - You're drunk.

Jean, do you hear him? Woe!

10 times 10,000 bills!

20 times 5,000 bills.

- Charles, the ticket. - The ticket? I don't have it. You didn't give it to me.

- Jean. Do you have it? - What? - The dough.

Are you nuts? What, you lost it?

How could you do this to us?

- Who's got the ticket? - I know where it is!

I'll look in my room.

- Hey, I only have one glass and 3 cups here. - No matter.

Hey, watch it, you weirdo.

I'm a billionaire.

But... who's this one?

Just visiting.

Our friends' friends are our friends.

Upsy daisy...

Here. Breathtaking, no?

It's stupendo, magnifico!

A toast.

- What manners. Winners first. - And how.

To your loves, kid. Let's drink before it rains.

That's it, I've got it. I've got it.

I've got it....

Here we come, high life, caviar and cod.

I've got it.

Hey, guys.

- Here it is. - Give it here.

Yes, that's the correct number.

To love. To L�on Gambetta!

And to us!

We have to tell Huguette.

You're right. I'll go. I'll bring her back in a minute.

Wake our friends up. Invite them up here.

Get up! Get up! We won the lottery. The bubbly is on Jean.

Hurry. We won the lottery. We won.

- I won? - No, I did. - What the hell do I care?

Hurry, get up.

Everybody up. Come up if you're thirsty.

Bring the wife and kids. Let's have a drink.

We won. We won.

- Hey, go get bubbly reinforcements. - How many bottles?

I don't know. 10, 12, a dozen.

- You think there will be enough? - Yes. - They sure can drink.

- Mr. Jacques. You had a good trip? - Don't mention it. Nothing is selling.

- How about a hand? - No, thanks. What's going on?

Good news. Congratulations.

Go on up. There's enough for everyone.

- How did you manage to win? - By having a good eye and picking the right number.

- What's going on? - They won 100,000 bills at the lottery. - How lucky.

Tickles the nose, doesn't it?

Here, this will be your first bender.

Tell me, what are you going to do now?

All I know is I'm getting a Westminster carillon. I've wanted one for 20 years.

Me, I'm going back to my home town.

A little workshop for wood working is all I want.

But first, buy yourself a little woman, with silk stockings.

- What would she give him more than us? - Nothing more, but something firmer.

Farewell, Jacques, farewell.

Make way for Rothschild. Make way.

We won 20,000 bills, buddy. You're rich.

I'll be able to go off to Canada.

Goodbye, Paris. Goodbye, suffering.

Send up more fizzy.

Knock it back. You deserve it.

Don't be scared.

I won Paris-Le Havre amateur division, 17 years ago.

Guess who's buying a little bazaar on wheels? It's Tintin.

Driving around aimlessly.

Serving customers at home.

Believe it, Tintin. Life is worth living.

I have something to say.

Silence!

Ladies and gentlemen, I've been sent by the prefect.

That's right, by the prefect.

I'm a little tight, but that won't stop me from discharging my duty correctly.

My duty, which is to drink to the health of the triumph... triumphant... triumph...

OK, here's to yours.

- You'll get married this year. - Thanks.

Oh, it's wonderful.

- My heart is racing. - You climbed up too quickly. - That's not why.

It is with all my heart that I say, and that I drink...

and that you say all together and with all your heart...

All together:

When a singer has sung well

When a singer has sung well

We must drink We must drink

We must drink to his health

So much fear and so much joy in a single day.

- You had a good birthday. - Things always work out with you

- because you're strong and brave. - Because I love you.

Yes, because I love you.

It's... oh, no, excuse me...

No, no, leave it. I'm the oldest.

No, listen, Charles... I'm used to it, so...

- Easy there. - Careful...

- Hey, my bag! - Hey!

No fooling around with the dough.

Say, guys, our boots are in bad shape.

I suggest we start by buying some new shoes. The matter is urgent.

OK, here we go.

Oh, there are some nice ones here.

OK, enough.

Shut up now, get it?

That's all you could think of?

You, you're off to Canada. You, back to your home town.

And the other one there is going to hit the roads.

And all that with 20,000 francs.

Well, well...

So that's what we're reduced to.

With all we've done together, comes the first coin, off we go...

everyone on their own.

Was it all worth it?

I thought we were brothers.

This is so sad.

Deep down, I'll tell you, we all want the same thing:

Freedom. Freedom in our own little corner. Well, here or elsewhere,

we'll never find it all alone.

You think you'll get far on those 20 bills?

But if we stick together, we'll have 100

you hear me, 100 bills.

So...

100,000 francs when we're good friends like this, I don't know...

- May we respond? - Go ahead.

- Between men, it's dumb. But I feel like kissing you. - No, no. Well?

Well, he's right?

We have to buy a good farm. We'll have it all: hair, feathers. We'll make butter.

- And at Christmas, we can... - Fine, fine.

A farm or something else, we'll see.

The main thing is, a little piece of land next to some water.

Just to bother the fish.

Well, is this okay?

If Huguette is in, and it's not too close to a police post...

Oh, that's easy. What about you?

That's a great idea, Jean. I'm sorry I didn't think of it first. Life is hard.

- With five, we'll be stronger. - So it seems to me.

Except that... we haven't heard from our elder.

Well... There are pros and cons.

- Don't you see it's an amazing thing? - Yes, my friend, but there's danger.

What? That we might quarrel? Come on!

- Not that? - What then? Are you with us?

Yes. If you'll have me.

What a bastard.

So... It's agreed?

Some water. A vegetable garden. And a little house in the middle...

OK?

- This is all for capitalists. - So what are we?

- We're practically a bank. - Don't play with that, kid.

Oh, mother. There's plenty to fry.

- Are you comfortable? - It's like we're in Venice.

Hey, guys! Hit the brakes.

Reverse engines, full speed!

Hey, easy. I swim like a steam iron.

- It's a real castle. - From the middle ages at least.

- It must have burned down. - No, it's a wash-house.

But wash-house or castle, when it's burned, what's left is the useful part.

- It's sweet, eh? - It's magnificent.

Are you starting to get it?

There's an orchard.

- Where? - The apple tree, there. It's a start.

My bedroom goes here, in the tower.

Wait. Where do you see a tower?

We'll stick one right here.

A castle without towers isn't a castle.

The house doesn't matter to me... since you're here.

That's funny. You always say what I'm thinking.

It's amazing.

Whoa there!

It's wonderful.

This is a racing track. Seriously.

Don't worry. Floors are my specialty.

This has

the makings of a restaurant.

No, buddy. I know what we're going to make:

a dance hall.

A spot for lovers, sportsmen and fishermen.

Every seamstress' paradise and every Frenchman's promised land.

In the summer, we'll have to turn people away. There'll be music, fun and love.

In the winter, we'll be at home, cushy like shareholders.

We're going to build a dance hall, and we'll build it ourselves.

- Construction, we know. - Of course.

Let me give you the grand tour.

First, we knock down this wall and replace it with a vaulted archway.

Nothing says classy like an archway. There, the staircase.

And upstairs, our rooms, with flowered wallpaper,

and in the windows, apple-themed curtains.

There: the bar, and the cash register. Mustn't forget the cash register.

I'll install indirect lighting, just like the Champs-Elys�es.

- The counter, that's my specialty. - That's right.

The boiler goes there. Must have central heating.

- That's Mario's department. - Of course.

That wall: down it comes.

And here, guys:

we'll put a fishpond. A fishpond, guys.

Stocked with trout, langoustines and water fowl.

Look at this view. Just look at it.

- And back here, the kitchen. - Good place for it.

Here, the dance floor.

Yes, and no walls. Just bay windows and a sun porch.

- You're right, Charles. Sun everywhere. - And there, my tower.

On top of it all, a roof. And what a roof, my children:

made and signed by Raymond alias Tintin.

So there's no going back?

- We're building this dance hall? - Agreed!

Over there, by the water, a terrace with tables, sunshades and everything.

That's an incredible idea.

But what is all this going to cost?

Oh, the shack, the land, and the apple tree... Around 25,000.

So this is it? This is our home?

Yes, this is our home.

It's so quiet.

- HOUSE FOR SALE -

- COMING SOON - - DANCE HALL OPENING -

It's love

floating in a roundelay

It's love

humming in the air

It's love

making everyone happy

It's love

returning us to freedom

How I missed the smell of wood shavings. It's like springtime.

What I miss is paint. A fresh coat to put down.

Hey, will we have lights tonight?

It's easier to meet deadlines when you're self-employed.

- What did you say? - Nails.

I said that it's easier to meet deadlines when you're self-employed.

This stock smells so good.

- Pearl onions. - You take care of Mario, while we take

advantage.

Men are won through the heart and kept through the stomach.

- That's a wise saying. - I got it from my grandmother.

I was so silly with all that talk about traveling and Canada.

Happiness is... work, it's a house...

- with a girl like you in it. - That's easy to find.

If you know one, nice, serious, well, think of me.

- I'd have to know your tastes. - That's not complicated: one like you.

There's no mistake. This is the lap of luxury.

And how.

And the beef stew was first-rate, right, Huguette?

Hey. What's he saying that's so interesting?

He wasn't saying anything.

Say nothing, hear nothing.

Love is grand.

I prefer belote, and we've earned a game.

Ah, no. There's still one thing we haven't found.

- What? - A name for this place. - True.

I'll have some wine, and I'll tell you. Wait.

I kind of like The White Lilacs.

No. There are no lilacs.

No, something amusing.

- The Green Pig - You're the pig?

No, no. Then, how about Egg in the Shell?

Or The Reluctant Gudgeon?

We have to find a name that says we're the owners.

Right. And that we built it with our own hands.

- And that it's nice to be in. - I've got it. - What?

- The Beef Mironton. - This says all that?

No, but it's good to eat.

- How about a woman's name? - No, that's bad luck.

Hey, guys:

Down the Stream.

No, it'll make people think of the drowned. No, no.

Hey, Huguette. Don't you have any idea?

- Huguette. - Mr. Charles?

Ah, those two.

We're trying to find a name for the house.

That's hard.

- Paradise. - Paradise?

- Paradise? Who likes that? - I do?

- If he said Hell, you'd like that too. - As long as we're together.

They're sweet but dumb.

- Honey, you need to go catch your train. - Already? - Yup.

We promised your grandmother you'd be home every night.

- I'll drive you to the station. - Then get a move on.

Kisses have a way of

making the road longer.

I'm ready. Goodbye everyone.

Goodbye. See you tomorrow. Say hello to grandmother.

- Hey, it's warm and cozy over here. - Nice and quiet too.

You're not too bright. There's only one name for the house: Our Home.

Good night.

Our Home?

Yes! That says it all.

That's it? We'll call it Our Home?

- Approved! - Agreed!

- When do we open? - In a month.

- In a month, it'll be Easter. - So we open Easter Sunday.

- It will be great. - I can't wait. - I can already see it:

I'm making the lemonade.

Wine for table 4. 2 tomato juices for table 8.

2 beers -- not too much head -- for table 12.

Some ham for table 5.

2 Picon and grenadines on the rocks.

Start up the band.

There goes Huguette's train.

OK, let's get some sleep.

May I see the boss, please?

I'm the boss.

Well, I and the others.

Little lady, this is a republic where all citizens are president.

I was told Charles Billot bought the house.

Charlot? He's one of our presidents.

Don't get too close. That's still fresh.

You wouldn't want to turn your rabbits into astrakhan.

Thank you.

So he's an owner.

We're a corporation. You understand?

No, not very well.

Well, I'll go get him.

The lucky dog...

Hey, Charlot! There's a lady asking for president Billot.

I'm Jean. Like it sounds.

By the way....

I'll be working the grill outside.

If you want to visit me on your way out, I'll be in front of the castle.

What is it? What do they want?

It's you?

It's good to see you.

What? No kiss?

What do you want?

It's been a while. I wanted to know how you were.

Now that you've seen...

You can clear out.

Your friend is nicer.

When he finds out who you are...

and what you're worth...

Did I hurt you?

No.

That much?

Never mind that. What do you want?

It's awkward to ask if we're not friends.

I want... I want my share.

Your share?

You won the lottery. I'm your wife.

Well, well...

Well, my girl, you shouldn't have left. No one chased you away.

Today is too late.

You haven't changed.

As soon as I opened my mouth, a man, a real man

would have thrown me out. But you...

Go away, Gina.

Give me 2000 francs.

If you refuse, it will mean cops, bailiffs, the works. So...

2000 francs. That's all.

I'll make it up to you.

No. We pooled together everything we won. We bought lumber, bricks, tiles...

- You must have a little in reserve. - Yes, but we can't touch it.

Will you come see me tomorrow?

I'll wait for you.

Rue Douai, number 16. 2nd floor.

Walk right in. The key will be in the door.

- Give here. - It's not heavy. - I insist. - Really, it's not at all heavy. - Let me.

Come on over here.

It's a beautiful morning.

Yes.

Look, buddy. What's happening is perfectly natural. No one can hold it against you.

But...

- You think Huguette is sweet? - Yes.

Is that all?

Because...

She's not for you.

- But I haven't said or done anything. - No, no. No one's blaming you.

But you must know something like this would mean the end of everything.

Only one thing matters.

To finish the house.

Keep that in mind, and...

look elsewhere. Eh?

Are you mad at me?

What an idea. You're a swell guy.

Close your eyes.

Think of Easter.

Nothing must stop us from being ready. Nothing.

It's the great flood again.

After 4000 years, we were overdue.

- So you took her to the station? - Yes.

Ouch, what a downpour.

What's going on? Is there a fire?

Guys, the castle is under attack. I'll go look up top.

Help! Help!

The roof is sailing away.

Water is everywhere. It'll ruin everything.

Blast! They're flying off.

We're sunk. After all that work...

Jean. Over there.

We have to stop them.

I'll hold them off any way I can.

Hey, guys.

Lie down. Lie down on top of them.

That way, they won't dare fly off.

Ahoy there!

Are you holding strong? The enemy is upon us.

Bring up the artillery. Fire!

Direct hit!

Victory singing

Opens for us the gates

Liberty guides our steps...

Mario!

You should be ashamed.

Get up! It's 9 o'clock.

What's going on?

Up, up. Get up, will you? Come on.

Come on, come on, get up.

- Off with the covers. - Don't. We're stark naked.

What is it? Are the tiles going?

What? The storm is back again?

- How horrible. You've been drinking. - We took a bath all night on the roof.

We'll explain. Quick, make us some hot coffee.

- Did you catch cold? - If you don't scram, we're getting up.

Attention. One!

Two! And...

Three!

Where is Jacques?

They're still humid.

Come quickly.

What now?

Why the long face?

Well?

Jacques.

"Dear friends,

"I've always wanted to travel.

"It's a feeling I can't control.

"Forgive me.

"For... forget me.

"Carry on with the same enthusiasm you started with.

"You'll see how beautiful

"Easter Sunday will be.

"I kiss you all, my four brothers."

What a thing.

It's funny.

Not even 2 days ago, he was telling me he didn't want to leave anymore.

He was a good kid.

Yes.

And so happy working.

You speak like he was dead.

Look at this disaster.

Look at that up there.

- This beam did the damage. - From right there.

- And the door. - Tintin, you hung it badly.

Oh, well.

Come on, guys. Let's get moving.

Losing a friend is sad, but...

There are still 4 of us. And we're fond of each other. So let's get to work.

We'll need to spend extra to repair all the damages. The roofing, the windows...

Well, figure out how much we need.

That's why we have the reserve, no?

Don't cry. You'll get your credit.

- How much do you want? 1400? - Yes.

Here.

- 2 bills are missing. - What? Are you sure?

There were 11.

- Anyone take money from here? - Who do you think we are?

- It's true. - Someone must have taken them.

- Then who? - I did.

What for?

I should have told you sooner.

I gave them to my wife,

you know, the woman you saw here the other day.

She told me it was her right...

I shouldn't have.

It just happened.

2000 francs at once to a broad?

Come on, that's our reserve.

The last resort...

for emergencies.

You knew that, didn't you?

You were wrong, buddy.

And that's not all. We need this money for the house.

- You're going to see her to get it back. - What?

Where does she live?

16 Rue Douai. But I can't do something like that.

Come on, Charlot. That money is sacred.

I can't... I can't.

Is this your final word?

- I can't. - Very well.

Very well, then I'll go.

Come in, Mrs. Palut, come in.

Hey, watch your manners and

knock before you come in.

- But I knocked. - And didn't say who.

But I'm Jean.

Don't you see I'm in my nightie?

So what?

Hi, Gina. How are you?

I don't have lipstick on, my hair isn't done.

You're still beautiful.

- Hi. - Hi, who?

Hi, Jean.

- Is a shirt like this expensive? - It's not paid for.

Good.

Turn around, while I comb my hair.

Is that needed just to have a talk?

I don't want you to see me ugly.

- Is this you? - You recognize me?

You're well put together.

Is that why you asked me to turn around?

You're silly.

You sure get photographed in

some strange getups.

That's my job.

You do see-through cards.

Hey. Who do you think I am?

I'm an artist.

I'm a photographer's model.

The photographers must enjoy their work.

Tell me.

Is it long since you and Charles have been over?

Around... 14 months.

Things weren't going well?

I did something stupid.

He's a good guy.

He's a loser.

He liked you a lot.

Well, I didn't.

And the money he gave you, where did you put it?

How dare you?

Just between us, I came to get it.

I'm telling you right off, so there won't be any misunderstandings.

There's nothing else here that you'd like?

There is.

- Don't be shy. Take it. - I will.

But give me the dough first.

Don't hold your breath.

It would be a shame to bruise such lovely arms.

Let go of me.

I'm a good boy, but don't cross me.

- Think you scare me? - The money he gave you...

It's mine. It's ours.

- You're stingy like him. - Never mind.

These are things you can't understand. Just pay up.

- Go away, or I'll scream. - Try it.

- Dirty brute. - What?

Pay up.

Our house's roof is busted, Miss Artist.

The roof of our house, a house called Our Home.

- Give me the money, get it? - No.

- I want that money. - Let go. You're hurting me. - I didn't come here for nothing.

Give me the money, you hear me?

You bet I know her.

She'd do anything to get money. So to give it back? No way.

Another reason not to give her any.

Anyway ineway eftlay?

Edray orway itewhay?

Edray.

Ere'sthay entyplay.

What are you saying?

You don't speak Pig Latin? What did they teach you at school?

- Teach me. - Pig Latin is hard.

You gotta have the hump. A little hump between your head. You have it?

- I think so. - Horseshoe shaped? - I have it! Mario, I have the hump.

You do.

- How do you say Love? - Ovelay.

Ovelay.

What's the nicest thing you can say in Pig Latin?

- Adatay. - What does it mean?

There's no word for it in French. It means anything you want.

Adatay.

Your accent will improve with time.

What, no black eye?

What did she say?

What women usually say. Nothing.

Here's what was left.

Back to work, kids.

Many more days like this, and we'll never be ready for Easter.

Hey, Jean.

If you could see the view from up here...

a real Swiss village.

Hey Jean, can you give me a hand?

Yes, I'm coming.

Heave-ho.

Hey, a gendarme.

He's coming this way.

Here we go again.

Maybe it's not about you. But be careful. Go hide over there.

Hello there.

Hello.

If you want a drink, you're a little early.

No, we'll do that another day. Excuse me...

Is one of you...

Mario Alpmer?

- Mario who? - Alpmer.

- We don't know him.

Short, dark, nice looking, with a moustache.

My daughter saw his picture and started crying.

She's sensitive.

You came to get him for her?

What an idea. She's married.

She's even given me 2 grandchildren. Marius and Octavie.

Marius is the boy.

- They look like their grandfather? - Don't mention it.

The sergeant always tells me, "Antomarchi..."

Antomarchi is my name. "Antomarchi...

"Grandfathers like you are more father than the fathers."

So, no Mario here?

No Mario.

- That's a bit funny. - It bothers you?

Me? I don't care. No Mario.

Let them sort it out in Paris.

What a great bar.

It feels so good.

This is what you call polish.

You're a connoisseur.

- Except it's hard to move. - I'll give you a hand.

No, don't bother.

I have nothing to do. And I'm putting on weight. But I'm strong.

- We'll have a drink after. - Agreed. - Let's go.

Mario!

OK. Where is he?

I assure you...

Here I am.

I know what it is. Hurry before the girl's here.

It's a notice of deportation. You have 48 hours.

Yes, until Saturday night.

Oh, darn it.

- I wanted to surprise you on Sunday. - How?

The building is almost done.

We're putting the flag on the roof.

So I invited our old factory buddies to a picnic.

He has to be there.

Yes, please, officer.

So...

Sunday night?

Good. But don't get me in any trouble.

Sure, the earth belongs to us all. But the law is the law.

Especially for a gendarme.

Quiet. My girlfriend.

- Hello, everyone. - Hello, Huguette.

- Hello, kid. - I'll take that.

It's... The gendarme came especially to bring over our license.

- This calls for a celebration. - Agreed.

Hey, we're counting on you for Sunday. With your daughter and the kids.

- We're looking forward to meeting them. - I know many...

- who'd love to be in your shoes. - I'll say. He's lucky.

The gendarme helped us move the bar.

That's a nice gendarme, no?

The nice gendarme has to run. So long, folks.

You're not leaving, officer. Here's the wine.

Sorry, I'm late. We'll do it Sunday.

- You're coming for sure? - We're counting on you.

- With the family. - Of course.

The gendarme is funny.

He told us...

- Don't try so hard. - Try?

- You're leaving. - Are you crazy? - No, I'm sure.

It doesn't matter. Wherever it is, I'm coming with you.

What brings you here?

Ah, well... Gina had told me...

... you know, about the 500 francs that were left...

So, I... I came just in case...

So this is where you go every day after work.

No, no, what an idea. I just came to see. I don't believe her promises for a minute.

How long has it been with the two of you?

- But I'm telling you... - Gina is my wife, you know.

- But that's all over. - That's my business.

Is it my fault she no longer wants you?

How do you know?

Oh, yeah.

The fancy talk.

Friendship. The house.

All, propaganda.

A friend's wife is always good for the taking.

- You're just like everyone else. - That's not true, Charlot.

You know that if Gina was still your wife, I wouldn't be here.

Come on...

- There are things between us worth more than a woman. - What?

What?

- Do know why Jacques left for Canada? - Why?

Because of Huguette.

Wow...

Well...

Do like him. Get out of my way.

You only need to ask, buddy. You're free to try your luck with Gina.

But don't come talk to me again about marriage papers, rings, and so on. Clear?

OK, goodbye.

- You're leaving already? - No, Charles is upstairs.

I don't want to see him.

He made a scene.

- Come with me. - No, no.

- I'll tell him in front of you he's a pain. - No.

Go try to make him understand there's nothing to do, that

- you've remade your life over the past year, and that's it. - OK.

He won't be back again.

Listen, don't be mean. I feel sorry for him.

- No kiss? - Come on, he's upstairs.

- But come back tomorrow, eh? - Yes, tomorrow.

Hey, Charlot!

I felt like seeing you.

I'm always happy to say hello.

- Let's get a drink outside. It's nicer. - It's nice here.

- The air in a woman's room isn't good for men. - Wait.

I don't want any neighbors.

I have something serious to discuss.

Do you know that you're even more beautiful now?

Bad way to start.

You know how I feel.

No, listen.

In spite of...

how much you've hurt me... well...

No.

No? You don't know what I'm about to say.

I do. And it's not possible.

I'm not mean.

But we weren't happy once before, so... we'd be even less now.

Why?

There are reasons.

Reasons?

There's someone.

There's someone.

Who?

What do you care?

Come on, let's go get a drink.

Well, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Let's go.

Hey, Marie.

- I'm coming. - What is she doing?

Her mother told her to take advantage of the country air.

- Note that I don't like wine. - No kidding.

No. I don't drink for myself. I drink for others.

To their health to bring them luck.

- Out of duty. - Exactly. Wine disgusts me.

- Drink? - No, thanks.

Then, to your health of course.

- Hey, grandfather. - What, Marius?

Again? Go, but look out for gendarmes, OK?

Come along, dear.

I did the wallpaper.

I made the curtains.

My poor dears.

Forgive me.

My poor legs are dead tired.

Such a crowd.

There are an awful lot

of people.

She still doesn't know that you're leaving?

I haven't yet dared to tell her.

She's so old.

This is impressive work

that does your friends proud.

I'm proud of you.

So I'll have a drink to... oh, excuse me...

a drink to friendship, to freedom and to the Republic.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Of course, you don't smile the way you used to.

Owning property is a heavy burden.

You'll see. The unemployed don't know how good they have it.

Don't look so worried.

I know you're not happy. It's my job to know that.

But in business, you need a nice smile. These are all future customers.

He's right. It's a holiday.

Let's get moving. Where's the music?

Look. She's fishing.

Grandmother.

I have to tell you something very serious.

Something...

that will make you cry.

- I already know. - No.

But I do.

I guessed it last night.

I was young once.

You can go with him.

You agree.

I don't want the same thing to happen.

I was like you. So...

Come closer, Mario.

- You'll marry as soon as you're settled. - We ask for nothing else.

Give me your hand, dear.

There.

I wanted to give you something on your wedding day.

It's in my bag.

For you.

It will help.

- She'll be happy, I swear. - I'm sure of it.

But what about you, grandmother?

You're happy.

Don't worry.

Now be gay.

You're leaving tonight on your honeymoon.

Monday to Saturday Earning dough

When we've gotten through The daily grind

Put up with the landlord The taxman, the baker

Dragging around our dog's life

Come Sunday It's off to Nogent

Then suddenly Everything seems lovely

When we're strolling By the water

How nice everything is What a sense of renewal

Paris back there seems like a prison

Our heart is full of song

The scent of flowers turns us inside out

And happiness gets us drunk at a bargain

Sadness and troubles From the week

It all drowns in the blue in the green

Ah, that Sunday By the water

With the quaver Of little birds

Is enough to make every day seem beautiful

When we're strolling by the water.

- One more - Wait! - One more.

I know some gloomy folks Who worry all the time

And dream of running off elsewhere To a better world

They spend lots of clams To discover wonders

Well that really hurts me For there is no need

In order to find a spot Where we feel good

To look so far

All together at the chorus!

When we're strolling by the water...

And now a little java.

No, no, a dancer. A dancer.

Men with women and women with men.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Citizens!

Raymond, alias "Tintin,"

is about to plant on the roof of this house, which is yours,

the workers' flag!

All of you, with your relatives, your friends and your acquaintances,

we're waiting for you on Easter Sunday,

the day of our Grand Opening.

We'll make crepes. There will be blood sausage.

Spread the word. Start up the band.

- Your friend. - What? - What? - Your friend over there. - What?

It's time for the train.

What?

Oh, yes. You're leaving.

You too, you're leaving.

So

it's just the two of us now.

Goodbye, Raymond.

Go ahead, go. I'll stand vigil.

Goodbye, Jean.

I had so much to tell you.

Go, go, go, go.

Kiss Charles for me.

We'll never forget you, Jean.

Adatay.

Good luck, buddy.

Hello, miss.

Give me Paris, Pigalle 27 42.

Hello?

Pigalle 27 42?

I can't come. I'll explain.

I don't have time to get into it. OK, good night.

I was quick, right?

You're wearing orange blossoms?

Are you getting ideas?

I don't believe in miracles. Hurry, we have to go.

- One more pose. - What? - Won't be long.

That's just great.

Can you afford to support me? So...

What's with the face?

There are moments when I'm fed up.

With me?

With you, with him, with me.

We're just two in the house, see?

Before, there was singing all over. Now, it's just silence.

And what a silence.

Goodness me!

You've got it all. The house, the girl.

And something more. Something like remorse.

Like what?

A tough guy like you?

Where did you get that idea?

Ah, that fellowship between us... It was...

I don't know. It was...

It was like the smell of bread.

And I'm your brioche. Even better.

What if I told you I spent the best night of my life shivering on a roof?

- So much for those we spent together. - It's not the same thing.

Spit on them, why don't you? You know what?

With your friends, your house, you're starting to get on my nerves.

And you can have your Charlot. As big a fool as they come.

Yeah.

- You don't understand a thing. - Make a note of it.

Snivelers, guys with long faces, they're not my type.

In life, there are the strong and the suckers.

What about sluts?

How dare you?

Stupid tarts who never understand anything and run everything down.

You don't scare me anymore.

Friends are worth more than you.

Then go back to your cuckold. He's waiting.

I didn't think you were a man.

Is this pose for today?

Work first. My apologies.

I'm ready.

- Don't try so hard. We won't open. - What?

What? We're opening in 2 days on Easter.

No.

You and I...

It's better if we each go our own way.

Us two? Why?

You know why.

Since Gina and you... are finished for good.

I could bear it

if I didn't know anything about her.

If she was...

If she was like dead.

But every day with you, I know that she's alive.

Alive and well.

I never say anything.

Of course each time you go out, you have a reason.

Errands, things to bring back,

billiards, belote.

But you always come home, wearing the same perfume.

So I can't take it anymore.

Here. When you come home and you're sulking, well I'm happy.

In spite of myself.

When you return in a good mood, I know why and I feel like... I don't know...

... throwing something in your face. I can't anymore.

Charlot, come on.

I'm not angry or trying to be insulting, you understand?

But... it's better for each of us to go our own way.

And the ones who left, and Tintin who's dead...

... we're going to betray them like this?

It's no one's fault.

Look at me.

Never to see Gina again. Would you be indifferent?

Now, yes.

But...

in here...

and in here...

there's nothing left for her?

Now, no.

If I told you, Gina and I are finished?

I won't believe you.

If I told you?

Every time I'd see you leave, I'd think you were going back to her.

Look, we built a house. That's something.

Well, we'll do even better.

Is Gina a woman who's worthy of us? Eh? No.

Well, we'll go see her together.

Yes, together.

And then we'll tell her she can go run around elsewhere. Together.

Then will you believe me?

You would do that?

What?

Come, let's get dressed up and take care of this now.

Gentlemen.

You don't recognize me?

We've seen each other before, at the notary's.

Gaston Jubette.

The former owner.

Well...

We fixed up your dump.

It's not bad.

Could have been better.

What's that?

It's the sign.

Our Home

With intertwined hands.

Naive

but cute.

It's not cute, it's great.

If you wish.

Unfortunately...

Our Home is impossible.

Why?

Well, it does say what it means.

Precisely.

It's not welcoming, not commercial.

Instead of the intertwined hands, put up the telephone number.

As for the name, you only need to add one letter.

Put

Your Home.

But... it would mean just the opposite.

I'm not debating.

I insist on it. Period.

First of all, what business is this of yours?

Yeah. We paid for the house. It's ours.

You paid for it...

but I've almost bought it back.

He's nutty.

I didn't tell you so as not to slow down your enthusiasm...

But your friends

Mr. Mario, Mr. Jacques and Mr. Raymond

borrowed 5000 francs from me against their share.

If in 3 months, that sum isn't reimbursed,

the shares belong to me.

See for yourselves.

Everything is in order.

5000 francs.

Three times 5000 francs

which I handed out in cash.

Don't worry, gentlemen, I will become chief executive.

No, Mr. Jubette, no. You'll never have the shares.

We'd sooner sell our shirts to pay you back.

Realize that I helped out those brave young men.

Buying back for 5000 francs what those poor guys bought for 12.

- Plus the work they put into it. - They came to me.

- You have the nerve to show up here. - Here?

But here will be my home.

Then what are you waiting for to pick up a trowel or a brush?

The cellar needs concrete, the toilets, paint.

Sorry, but I'm not a workman.

- Then you don't belong here. - Get out.

Or your rear will feel some workmen's feet.

- I don't allow... - You don't allow?

Will you clear out or do I unleash the dogs? Get the hell out.

- Seriously. - My papers, my hat.

Papers, hat, here you go.

Here are your papers, and here's your brolly.

Can you believe this?

Anyway, it doesn't matter, right?

Jacques and Mario, I understand. They needed money.

But Raymond...

... like that, without saying anything to us.

How can we know what he was dragging behind him?

In any case, we're home. Now, there's only one more thing to do. Come, Charlot.

Who is it?

- It's us. - Who us?

- Hello. - Hello.

Here we are.

We came together to tell you nicely that...

your graces,

your charms,

your caresses,

starting today, we'll do without them.

- Eh, Charlot? - Correct.

Rue Douai is now No Entry for us. From either side.

- Right, Jeannot? - Right.

- We're gonna grab a drink? - Yes, we need to celebrate this.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, kid.

Bunch of louts.

Bunch of dirty louts.

- So do you believe me now? - If you don't regret it. - Of course not.

Now that it's done, I can tell you.

That woman meant a lot to me.

An awful lot.

So you will hate me now?

Just a rough moment. It'll pass.

You're nothing but swine, and I'll make you pay for this, you louts.

All set, eh?

Boss, here's the menu.

Good, good.

Sounds fancy, no?

It's missing Tintin's touch. He was an ace.

Yes.

But this is okay, this is okay.

- Be sure not to spare the butter. I want everyone happy. - Don't worry, boss.

Hear that?

"Boss, here's the menu."

Hey, the first customer.

- Mr. Jean? - That's me.

- Do you know me? - I'm Tintin's brother.

Tintin who died.

It's nice of you to come.

- Put down your package. - Come in, my boy.

I brought you this.

Tintin wanted to give you a surprise the day of the opening.

So he ordered this from me.

I'm bringing it in my brother's memory.

What is it?

A Westminster carillon.

My childhood dream.

My dear old Tintin.

- My boy. - You know, I work in clock-making, so...

Our Home. What a charming idea to have called this Our Home.

- Isn't that so, Alfred? - Yes, dear.

The idea just came to me.

You're a real poet, Jubette.

And the look is enchanting.

I did some architecture back in the day. It came in handy.

You're right. Schooling and education, that's the true aristocracy.

- Isn't that so, Alfred? - Yes, dear.

Congratulations, really.

One can't imagine a more charming spot than this one. It's exquisitely arranged.

Wait. There.

There. Now it's straight.

A gift come from far away.

Yes. From the house of the dead.

Hello, my friends.

Don't trouble yourselves. I'm only just visiting.

May we?

Here, give us a table for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... 8 covers. Eight.

My friends and I wish to be your first customers. See you later.

He got it?

And how.

- Come on, my boy. Let's get something. - Gladly, Mr. Jean.

If you don't mind, I'd like a tomato juice.

- Like Tintin. - I do everything like him.

The first glass should be in his memory.

Hey, guys! Hit the brakes.

Reverse engines, full speed!

- Just a minute. We're packed. That way. We'll find you a little spot. - Thanks.

- Ah, grandmother. - You must be so happy.

We couldn't have hoped for better. Come, there's a spot for you inside.

- This is all so beautiful. - Look at all we did.

House special, recommended to athletes.

- What's it called? - "Easter Sunday."

Here, taste it.

Oh, excuse me. That's our old lady.

- Let's get you something. - Oh, I never have anything.

- How are you, grandmother? - Hello. I have news from the children.

- Are they well? - Yes. They found work and they have papers.

They're getting married in 10 days. They're counting on you to be witnesses.

Got it. We'll slip out quietly.

Of course, they'll want lots and lots of things.

- Don't let me bother you. - Not at all.

Ah, that's nice to hear.

Hey. Take a look.

- No kidding. - And with a sharply dressed little guy.

She has guts.

That's to show us she has all the men she wants.

Well it's not working.

Everything all right, ladies and gentlemen?

- Hey, boss, should we start? - Go ahead, go.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Sparing no effort, the management is proud to present

the King of England's Jazz Band, made up exclusively of conservatory graduates,

the kings of the waltz and the java. Now, start up the band.

The first dance?

It's long been spoken for.

Grandmother...

Will you do me the honor? I insist. Come on.

- But not too fast, eh? - No, no. Come.

If only the children could see us.

- Shall we? - Leave me alone.

- Order some cognac. - Very well. Waiter, a cognac.

Oh, it's too much. I'm feeling dizzy.

Come have a rest, grandmother. Time to sit down.

Make way for the young. Let's go, King of England.

Come on, let's go, pals.

Do you still love me?

No.

Say it to my face.

Say, there's nothing more between us.

There's nothing more between us.

In the eyes.

There's nothing more between us.

OK, very well.

- Two beers, draught. - Coming up.

- Boss, we're out of towels. - I'll go up to storage.

What are you doing up here? Washrooms are downstairs.

What?

- I'm going to kill myself. - Not here, eh? It's nice and clean.

Don't joke. I mean it.

Careful. Jumping into the water or out of a window sometimes works.

That's what I want.

Come on, let go. I don't want us to be seen together.

Well, what?

Come now.

What's the matter?

Thirsty, grandmother?

- No, I'm leaving. - Already?

Things are just starting.

Too much fun all around me. It hurts a little bit.

I understand.

But I'm very happy for you.

Thanks, grandmother.

- Say goodbye to Mr. Charles. - But he's right there.

I've looked for him

for 10 minutes, but he's so busy.

I can write to the children that you're coming to their wedding?

The wedding.

Agreed?

Understood. Even if we had to travel there by foot.

Goodbye, grandmother.

What do you want, I've always been misunderstood.

You shouldn't have let me leave.

But you left without asking anything. And you didn't leave an address.

I only ever loved one man. You.

The others were just foolish mistakes.

When you love each other as we did,

you understand.

But back on Rue Douai, I asked you to start over.

I refused because of Jean.

I was afraid. But I wanted to.

Ah yes.

Obviously, everything would have worked itself out.

But it's not too late.

You are I were manipulated by Jean. He only thinks of himself.

That scene you two made day before,

- that was his idea, right? - True, but...

- I know your good heart too well. - Let me go.

- Come on, let go. - He knew that sooner or later, I would have gone back to you.

No, I didn't say that. Let go.

He created problems between us to prevent that.

No, no, no.

- Jean isn't like that. - You think?

OK, did he tell you that I threw him out at the photographer's?

- No. - No? Ah, you see.

Happiness is what we knew living in that little studio on Rue Danr�mont.

Ah, that's true.

This dance hall business isn't for you.

Jacques and Mario didn't let themselves get trapped.

Just because a roofer fell down shouldn't be enough to stop us from having a life.

You take that lying down?

Go on, don't let him bully you. I'm with you.

Are you going to slap her or not?

You see, he's jealous.

- You... - Easy. That's my wife.

- Easy. That's my wife.

Do you hear him?

- I see your game. - She took you back, eh? - She doesn't lie like you.

- Careful, Charles! - I get it now.

It took me long enough, idiot that I was.

You wanted everything for yourself, to be left alone.

You convinced Jacques to leave, I'm sure. I saw you talk to him.

And who talked Raymond into planting that flag? You did.

And who informed on Mario? Who had him deported? It's you.

Who chased everyone away to stay alone with everything?

Say it's not you.

He'd never dare, the coward.

Bastard, coward!

Jacques, Mario, you played them all.

Now, I'm in your way.

Shoot, then!

Help! Help!

Help! He killed him!

He shot him point blank. He's crazy.

He wants to kill everyone.

There's a crazy man with a loaded gun!

Listen, keep the crowd calm. And look out for gun shots. They can hurt.

What a job.

What have you done?

It was a wonderful idea.

Where is Charles?

Where is your friend?

It was a wonderful idea.

We had a wonderful idea.

Why did you do this?

It was too good to come true.

Perhaps.

Some are lucky

and others not.

Go on.

You must come with me.

Of course.

When it's over, it's over.

It was a wonderful idea...

- No kidding. - And with a sharply dressed little guy.

She has guts.

That's to show us she has all the men she wants.

Well it's not working.

Everything all right, ladies and gentlemen?

Listen.

Her eyes are locked and loaded.

So is my gun.

She's looking for trouble.

Yes, her vengeance. Watch your back.

The fortress is impregnable.

- Buy me a drink? - No.

Do you still love me?

No.

Say it to my face.

Say, there's nothing more between us.

There's nothing more between us.

In the eyes.

There's nothing more between us.

OK, very well.

- Two beers, draught. - Coming up.

- Boss, we're out of towels. - I'll go up to storage.

What are you doing up here? Washrooms are downstairs.

What?

- I'm going to kill myself. - Not here, eh? It's nice and clean.

Don't joke. I mean it.

Careful. Jumping into the water or out of a window sometimes works.

That's what I want.

Come on, let go. I don't want us to be seen together.

Well, what?

Come now.

What's the matter?

What do you want, I've always been misunderstood.

You shouldn't have let me leave.

But you left without asking anything. And you didn't leave an address.

I only ever loved one man. You.

The others were just foolish mistakes.

When you love each other as we did,

you understand.

But back on Rue Douai, I asked you to start over.

I refused because of Jean.

I was afraid. But I wanted to.

Ah yes.

Obviously, everything would have worked itself out.

But it's not too late.

You are I were manipulated by Jean. He only thinks of himself.

That scene you two made day before,

- that was his idea, right? - True, but...

- I know your good heart too well. - Let me go.

- Come on, let go. - He knew that sooner or later, I would have gone back to you.

No, I didn't say that. Let go.

He created problems between us to prevent that.

No, no, no.

- Jean isn't like that. - You think?

OK, did he tell you that I threw him out at the photographer's?

- No. - No? Ah, you see.

Happiness is what we knew living in that little studio on Rue Danr�mont.

Ah, that's true.

This dance hall business isn't for you.

Jacques and Mario didn't let themselves get trapped.

Just because a roofer fell down shouldn't be enough to stop us from having a life.

You take that lying down?

Go on, don't let him bully you. I'm with you.

Are you going to slap her or not?

You see, he's jealous.

Take it easy. That's my wife.

What?

Remember...

There are things between us worth more than a woman.

What is it?

From Quebec, Canada.

"On this Easter -- dream at last fulfilled --

"bless your union and brotherly friendship --

"From deepest exile -- express sadness my absence --

"Awaiting return among you --

"am near you -- hand in hand --

"as on the first day. -- Jacques."

As on the first day, Charles.

Do you get it?

Well, boss, we have customers waiting downstairs.

Yes, boss.

- Hey, boss, should we start? - Go ahead, go.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Sparing no effort, the management is proud to present

the King of England's Jazz Band, made up exclusively of conservatory graduates,

the kings of the waltz and the java. Now, start up the band.

Will you do me the honor? I insist. Come on.

- But not too fast, eh? - No, no. Come.

If only the children could see us.

Oh, it's too much. I'm feeling dizzy.

Come have a rest, grandmother.

Make way for the young. Let's go, King of England.

Come on, let's go, pals.

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