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Hi Lupine! See you later. - Hi Martinet!

Hey, which lucky devil is going to the sea this holiday?

Your mother even bought a parasol to have lunch at the beach.

Get going before they change their mind! - Let them try!

Were you there, at the sea? - Yeah, but it rained all the time.

What about you? - No, but my father was there on business.

He swam in all the seas of France and told me the English Channel was the coldest.

I'll go to Périgord at the end of the month. The good thing is that we'll sleep in a tent.

There's my mother.

Your mom isn't here? - Don't make me laugh! I'm too old.

Okay, bye Lepic! - Bye Vosso!

Hey! For whom is that?

(She's doing calculations)

You scared me. - Sorry, mom. Look! It's for you!

Can't you see I'm busy? Put it by the door.

Now where was I? Six times...

Don't just stand there next to me, you know I hate it.

Just take your bath.

Never mind Mom, I took one yesterday. - So what?

You know you sweat when it's hot. I can smell you from here.

I'm not dirty. - Dirty or not, you'll take a bath every day.

Every day? - No discussions. Come on, go!

Poil de Carotte, what are you doing?

Nothing, I'm taking my bath. - Come out, you have to lay the table!

I'm coming!

Hello Dad. - Hello my man.

You're fine? - Yes. Give it to me.

Be careful, it's heavy.

Hello Dad, you didn't forget? - I must say you don't lose any time.

That's the beach at Beaule. Isn't it beautiful?

It's beautiful!

Here. I found it on the beach. It's for you.

Thanks Dad. Tell me Dad, is it true that when you listen, you can hear the sea?

So it seems.

You're fine? - So so.

Slowly! The others want some too!

Hey, you want some more, darling? - Thanks Mom.

Dad. - Thanks.

Here. - I've had enough.

Thanks Dad.

Here mom, help yourself!

You want some more? - No, no.

Daddy, tomorrow the weather will be fine. You want to go fishing?

If you want.

Can I come dad, please? - Of course!

You lend him one of your rods. - And what about me?

He's right, everyone his own business.

I'll ask grandfather to lend me one. - Sit down!

You're not gonna go in pajamas.

Let him go now, tomorrow we won't have time. - But he just had a bath, he'll get dirty.

He'll be careful. Right?

I promise, Mom.

Okay go! - Thanks Mom.

After all I don't have anything to say in this house.

Grandpa.

Hey, Grandpa!

What are you doing here? - Grandpa, can I borrow a fishing rod, please?

Fishing rod, why? You don't go fish at your age.

A maggot like you would be the bait. - I'm not a baby anymore. So you agree?

What about good evening? - Good evening grandfather.

You know how to do it, then? - Fishing, are you kidding?

You know the trick of three times? - Of course!

What do you think? - Well, it's great!

It's great. Okay, I'll explain. Sit there!

The first time the fish comes, he chews. So you let him gain confidence.

The second time he swallows the fishhook. But you still don't pull.

The third time, well then you strike up and presto, it's done.

You should know how to wait. Never strike too late. You understand?

Yes.

And bye the way, how are things with you? - Okay.

Is everybody all right? - Yes.

Okay, yes yes, you're not very talkative? - There's not much to tell.

You know, you can talk to me. If there's one who understands you, it's me.

We are very much alike, the two of us.

Wait, I'll tie it on the bike so it won't get between your legs.

Why do you say that?

Because if you don't pay attention you’ll end up face-down.

No, why do you say we're very much alike? - Because you're not the only ugly duck in the family.

In any case you're not the first.

You don't know the story of the ugly duck? - No, what's it about?

It's a story as old as the world. I'll give you the book if you want.

Yes, but why are you saying that we are very much alike?

This and that, just read the book. It's better to learn things by yourself.

Okay, get going. - Thanks grandfather.

Good evening. - Good evening and have a good catch.

Thank you.

Dad. Dad, Dad. - Don't shout like that, you'll wake up your sister.

Sorry mom. - Stay here. Don't you see he left?

I'll catch up. - I said stay here.

Why? - To give me a hand.

Your father is nice, but if everyone goes fishing, who'll do the shopping?

Why don't you ask Nicole? It's always me. It's not fair.

Ah, it's not fair. It's not fair that from time to time you help your mother?

Well yes, but it's always me... - And who feeds you? Who prepares the meals?

Who washes you? You sometimes wonder about the troubles I have to put up with?

You wonder sometimes if maybe I want to do something else?

Three children and a husband who's never here, do you think it's easy for a mother?

And you, you only think about yourself.

You, you, you! - Sorry mom.

What are you doing here? Your mother told me you weren't awake.

Go hurry up, come! - I won't go dad, I stay there.

Why? - I want to.

You're a funny little boy, yesterday you were all excited and today you don't want to come?

Sorry Dad, another time.

Hello. - Hello, darling.

Take off your boots or do you want to stay like that all day?

And comb those manes!

So darling, did you sleep well? - Yes.

Come and make yourself breakfast.

She is beautiful, huh?

Why are you all red? I also love cars. No need to be ashamed, you know.

Wait, I'll help you carry your shopping. - It's not heavy.

It's very heavy you mean. - I said I'm just fine.

It isn't right to let a kid carry something like that. Why don't you tell your mother it's too heavy?

You shouldn't let her do this to you, you know! - I'm okay, I tell you. Mind your own business!

You carry your own basket! Rude boy!

Hey redhead, you wanna run us over?

Hold your horses! Is that the way to say sorry?

Sorry. - What?

Sorry!

Ah, that's better. Say, what are you lugging around?

I hope you bought soap. Because redheads stinks.

Yes, it smells like death. - And that brings bad luck. So you bring bad luck?

No!

Redhead!

Bastard, go! I know you, you're the son of Lepic.

I'll tell your parents, you'll see!

What are you saying? Oh my god!

No, he isn't back yet, no.

What are you doing, you idiot? Go find your father down the river!

But hurry up, your grandfather is dead!

Quick!

Let us remember Auguste Lepic...

who was a faithful and generous man.

This man who under a solid appearance and a bit gruffy sometimes,

who hid under his child's soul a wound that had never healed.

Remember Auguste Lepic was a ward of the nation...

and he suffered his whole life from missing his mother.

And that feeling of affection that every man needs...

as hard as it may be. I mean of course, a mother's love.

What does it mean "ward of the nation"? - That's when you're adopted.

Ah, that's great for doing the book keeping.

Oh la la, what a dust! What was grandfather doing with all these books?

Maybe he read them.

Are you being cheeky? - No, Mom.

Hey, carry this box upstairs.

Look at that! He's still wet behind the ears and he wants to be funny.

The ugly duckling

I can't leave you for one minute and you try to dodge? You're not here to read, my little man!

Can I keep it Mom, please? - No way! I don't want all this junk at home.

It's not my job to take care of all this crap.

Our father who art in heaven... - You took your precautions?

Yes, Mom - Your kingdom comes...

You woke me at 3 this morning going to the bathroom. - Forgive us our trespasses.

Till what age you go pee at night? - I don't know Mom.

From tonight I'll lock your room with the key. - And if I need to go?

Well you just hold it, you'll be much obliged.

Mom! Mom!

Hello mom.

What's that smell? - It must be the countryside.

The room smells like piss and you claim it's the countryside.

You stole this book.

You stole this book from your grandfather. - But no mom, he wanted to give it to me.

So, you don't only steal, you also lie.

No, Mom. I swear. - Ah, don't swear!

Do you think I'm a fool? Because your grandfather died, you just say anything?

No Mom, he told me before he died.

Don't lie, you know it's driving me crazy!

Why don't you want me to read, Mom? A book isn't a big thing.

Oh, not a big thing. My poor friend.

You steal an egg, then a cow and end up killing your mother.

You are punished for the day, but I think you already expected it.

Will you put it out in the street? - It's not my job.

It'll keep your busy. You're just being bored.

Thank you!

Anyway I can't, I'm being punished. - Well, it looks like it suits you.

What are you doing?

Making a pie.

How you make one? - Well you put butter, water... and flour!

Oh no, no, don't!

Hey, Lepic. Lepic.

Come, I need to talk to you.

What's up? - Come! - I can't.

What's this stuff for? - For fishing tadpoles.

I found a perfect little place. You're coming? - I told you I can't, I'm being punished.

What did you do? - Nothing, it's my mother.

Ah, that's really bad luck, huh? Look.

Fabulous! P4 cigarettes.

Yeah, I nicked them of my brother. That makes two per person.

Are you sure you can't come? Shit, it's the holidays!

Come on, come on. - You remember what I said? - Yes, OK.

Mrs. Lepic!

Mrs. Lepic! Ma'am!

Hello, ma'am. - Hello, Rémy.

Too bad if you came play with Carrot, he is punished. - Ah.

My mother will be disappointed. - Your mother? Why is that?

She wanted Carotte to come help us move some furniture.

But it's okay, he didn't want to come. Supposedly he's tired.

Tired? - It's more the heat that bothers me.

What are you saying!

Look at that lazy boy! He did nothing all morning. Just up to do silly things.

Go and hurry up!

Yes mom.

Rémi, tell your mother he's strong as a Turk and he can lift anything.

112, 115, 116... - I'm sick of tadpoles, give me a fag now!

Okay.

Hey I say,...

your mother is a damn cow. - Can you keep a secret?

Tell me, do I look like a snitch?

My mother isn't my mother. I'm adopted. - Are you joking?

I wouldn't joke about these things.

Shit! - That's why my mother, well...

Madame Lepic, isn't very motherly to me.

You see, I'm not her child.

You know this for how long? - A few days. My grandfather told me before he died.

He told me and boom, he died.

Poor old man. That was what weighted him down.

Anyway, I suspected as much. I'm the only redhead in the family.

No kidding! But that means nothing. - But of course that means something.

I'm red, it's hereditary. Like being black. If there's one, everyone is.

At home they're all brown.

Your mother could have red hair for real. - Now stop it!

You can be brown on top and red at the bottom, just imagine.

Where did you see that?

Who's that?

The wife of the garage owner. She's sunbathing naked.

The vicious! But I don't see the relationship with my mother.

It's that she's dyed. She has blonde hair, but has a tutu like shoe polish.

We can't see much from here.

- Wait till she turns around, you'll see I'm not pulling your leg.

Come on, let's go. - Wait!

You're not thirsty? - Wait! She has a sunburn, she'll turn around.

Hey redhead, what are you doing here?

You know them? - Just pretend they're not there. Don't look!

So brats, you rubbed your eyes? - Watch it, guys, wanking makes you deaf!

She heard us. - It's them who drink little, get thirsty.

Let's go! - Wait. They'll spot us. - I said wait.

Stupid redhead.

Cut it out! - Bastard!

Stupid shithead!

Hit them in the eyes!

Pile of rot!

Shit my mother, hold this!

Where were you? - At Rémi's house, Mom.

You see what state you're in?

It itches? - No.

You'll see that he got lice.

We'll see when I get back. Meanwhile you go home. - Yes, Mom.

Rémi, your mother called an hour after you left, she was looking for you everywhere.

Let's go!

We'll get whacked, I tell you.

About her hair color, how will I ever find out?

My mother is not the type to go sunbathe, you know?

But there must be a time when she undresses. Surely she doesn't sleep fully dressed.

Okay. I'm going.

Bye. - Bye, Lepic.

Don't move, don't move.

Well?

38 lice. And there are so many that I can't even count them.

Ah, impossible. Whenever there's something in the air, he gets it.

Why didn't you say it was itching, fool! - It didn't itch that much.

Just listen to you!

Your hair's all bloody and you allow yourself to be eaten without a word.

Go to bed sweety, it's too late. - Goodnight mom.

Good.

What! You want me to help you? You little pervert!

Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

Say Nicole, do you know if mom dyes her hair?

You're daft. And what do you care? Are you interested in that now?

No, I was just wondering. - I don't see what's it to you. You're weird.

I'm just wondering, I said. - Why don't you ask? You did not get your slap yet today?

And then he wonders why they talk behind his back. With such ideas.

What are you sneaking around? - Nothing.

What did you do now? - The ground slipped from under me.

What happened? - It's nothing. - Ouch, my head!

Always trying to be smart, eh? - My head hurts!

- He is wounded. - No, he has nothing. Stop yelling!

Mom!

Felix, my god.

What happened?

What did you do to him?

Go get some salt! And cold water!

You're bleeding. - It's nothing.

It hurts? - No. I can't cry either?

Is it almost done, Mom? - Why, gotta catch a train?

Stretch out, will you?

I'm knitting for you, so be good and make an effort.

I'm going, ma'am. - Goodbye, Agathe.

Is he feeling better, the little one?

Yes, thank you Agathe, he's in his room, resting.

I meant Poil de Carotte.

He's just fine. Stretch out, will you?

Yes Agathe? - Maybe he shouldn't stand like that with his head?

Thank you, Agathe. I know what I'm doing.

Of course ma'am.

See you tomorrow, ma'am.

What a sweetheart. - It's Daddy!

Good, let go, a chair will do a better job.

Hello Dad.

Hello, my good man. But what happened to you? Did you get hurt?

Are you kidding, it's nothing. It doesn't even hurt.

Where's your mother? - In the living room. Is it a present for her?

Yeah. Go!

What is this?

As you see a transistor.

You know I don't listen to music.

Well, thanks anyway!

This is from Felix and me.

Thank you honey!

Wow! - We thought you had nowhere to put your photos, so...

You have spoiled me. - I have a gift as well.

Why are you laughing? Let us hear, Mom!

We need everyone to enjoy.

To my mother.

I dreamed of you last evening dear mother. Your shiny hair when you leaned on my bed...

That's because these are verses.

Your graceful hand caressed me gently.

Your merry eyes have long looked at me. I would like us to be together forever.

When I think of you I smile.

Give, give, give! And you saw the paper he used?

This is refined, huh.

"Caressed", shouldn't that be with double "s"?

Enough!

Enough now!

Here.

Well, can't we have fun? I thought this was a party.

I don't think it's very funny.

Dad, it's okay. I like it when we're laughing.

This child wants to be interesting and takes himself too seriously.

I think it's not very clever to let him talk like this.

Are you happy now?

You know I could've done things differently, have another life.

Come on, stop talking to me about it! It's been ten years now, ten years!

Don't you think it's time to think of other things? - It would suit you well I forget, eh?

Everything I gave up. Nevertheless, at that time if you had let me...

Oh, definitely Genevieve, because maybe you think it would have changed your life?

Maybe you think you would've been happier?

Of course I would have been happier! I would have been more free.

I wouldn't have had this millstone. - Well, now this millstone is here. Huh?

And that's my son, so we'll stick with him, okay?

It's good!

Oh look, Nicole, that's you.

A ten months. You were so cute! She looked like a porcelain doll.

And then there is my big Felix, my big boy with his chubby cheeks.

That's right after the war. When I started working.

What did you do for work?

I was secretary at the hospital in Lille.

I worked in the accounting department. There weren't two like me for keeping the books.

You've worked there long?

One year.

I had to stop, after '46

It's stupid. Now you take care of the rent.

Yeah. For what it pays it has little interest.

Ah, I hope you have better luck, dear.

At least you'll be able...

Wait! - Oh, you'll make it dirty!

Why are there no pictures of me?

There are plenty, what are you saying?

No, of me when I was a baby, there's none.

It's true what he says. How did he look like when he was little?

Was he cute? - Yes.

That's why there're no photos, everyone wanted them, so I gave them away.

Yeah but still. You kept the photos of Felix and Nicole.

Oh la la! This is like the Inquisition, I tell you!

Maybe you're just jealous, my poor friend!

This kid drives me mad!

Always watching what the neighbor has.

As if I treated him differently!

You raise them, give them everything...

Sacrifice yourself and see how they thank you.

Agathe, you who knows us,

Am I a monster?

Can I go ma'am?

See you tomorrow.

Going by the photos, they adopted me 3 or 4 years old.

And your real mother?

I don't remember. I was too small.

But I think she was beautiful and rich.

Yeah, maybe she lives nearby, maybe even in the village.

And maybe she has a convertible. - Maybe she's dead.

Why do you say that? - Because.

Anyway, I have to try find her.

And how you gonna do that? - I'll look in the family papers.

Her name should be somewhere. Take it.

That thing makes me sick. - Bye! - OK, bye!

I think I'm winning.

I haven't said my final word.

Battle ! - But no, it isn't.

That guy!

You're looking for a fight, I tell you!

If your mother catches you, she'll sort you out.

Come on, shut it! - I need no advice from a maid.

No, don't!

You know what she told you, this maid?

How cunning, you deserve it.

Ah, but that's not possible!

He's the devil I tell you! - It was me, ma'am.

I wanted to clean it and it slipped from my hands.

How regrettable, Agathe.

This vase was expensive, I liked it a lot.

I'll have to take it from your wages.

Hey, no thanks?

I didn't ask for nothing.

You nasty beast.

Hello, ma'am. - Hello.

I come for a birth certificate. - Who is it for?

For me, my name is François Lepic.

How old are you? - 10 years, I was born in '46.

We don't issue birth certificates to children, my little kitten.

Your mother should come, with the family register.

My mother doesn't live here. So she can't come.

And your father? Can't he come?

My father is an usher. He returns on Sunday.

Well in that case, he must give you a proxy...

and you return with the family register.

The family register, I think they lost it.

I thought so.

Is there a way we can make a deal?

So what? - Nothing, a real bitch.

She even threw me out like a crook. - You gave her the cash?

I think that's where it went wrong. You gave me the idea of the cash.

I don't understand, with your father it works.

He always says that civil servant are rotten.

Just see what I'll do to them.

Let's get out! - Hurry up!

(He wrote down "SHIT")

Look, my father came home.

They get up early, your parents.

They don't even sleep.

Friday nights they have better things to do. - And what do they do?

What do you think?

Really Lepic, don't you know what I mean?

- But of course. Yeah.

Yeah that's it, huh? You can kiss my ass!

No but really Lepic,

you really don't know what they want to do?

No, why? - Wait, they closed the shutters...

my father returned, when you saw them they were kissing.

So according to you, what are they doing? - I've no idea.

François! François!

François, are you hurt? - No.

I'm fine. I said I'm fine.

Why are you crying, you got scared? - I'm not crying.

Come here! Why did you drive so fast, huh? It looks like you do on purpose.

Here. The Eiffel Tower I promised you.

With a thermometer. - Thanks Dad.

All well? - Yes.

Not hurt? - No.

You're coming in?

Come on, don't act like a sissy. I'll teach you how to swim.

Come on, boy, come on!

Don't force him, he's like mom, he doesn't like water. - That's not true.

I'm not like her. - Well, whatever, just come in!

Come on! Come!

Just like a frog.

Stop it, kids!

* *

* *

Oh you go to far, huh.

Come on, one more time! - Yeah, 1, 2, 3

* *

* *

* *

Daddy!

Daddy!

Just wait for me five minutes, I have to file a paper with the notary.

I made an appointment with the doctor for your skin test.

What for?

To check your vaccine. The one you had when you were little, remember?

No, I don't remember when I was little. - You're the only one.

There may be no pictures but it's printed here, huh.

And how was I?

Redhead, crybaby. You were a real pest to look after.

You see, you haven't changed. Well...

wait for me, just for one minute.

François Lepic, born from Pierre and Genevieve Lepic.

This is not possible.

Stand up, you're disgusting, you're embarrassing me!

Now what's wrong? - Nothing.

Then don't pull a face! Come on!

Poil de Carotte, stop!

Stop!

Stop it! Agathe. Agathe, make him stop!

Stop, let go! Stop!

No, don't touch me!

Oh I say, it doesn't smell like roses in there.

You think this is normal?

My mother is my mother.

How long you think it takes to become a frog?

You heard at least what I said? - Huh?

Well I'm no orphan, I haven't been adopted.

So you see? You worried stiff for nothing.

If we freed some frogs, the others have more space? What do you think?

I said I don't care!

Always you and your mother. - Leave my mother alone, OK?

I don' care shit about your mother! You and your stories about adoption, I've had it.

Anyway it's all bullshit. - Did you just say that so I get all worked up?

But you're your mother's son, Lepic. It's like that and you can't help it.

Let me go! Let me go, I tell you!

Goodbye and screw you!

Now what is it?

Lepic, come on! It's life, what do you expect!?

Not everyone can be an orphan.

Yeah, but if she's my mother, then why doesn't she love me?

I'm sorry!

Mrs. Lepic!

Yes.

Come on!

You're afraid?

Just answer! He can be such a twit when he gets going.

Don't worry, after all it doesn't hurt.

Well that's it. You were very brave.

So you see...

I put a reactive on the upper scratch, like that.

If it gets red in four days, the test is positive. Otherwise you need a re vaccination.

A small band-aid.

There you go. It's okay, you can get dressed.

Oh doctor, I have a painful mole on my back. Can you take a look?

Of course. You have to unbutton. - Yes of course.

Would you please leave?

Bye.

Ooh, you have cold hands.

It is wonderful that mole.

She just undressed without complaining?

Without a fuss.

They knew each other before, that's for sure.

My mother worked in a hospital just before I was born.

This is where they met.

But you think this was your real father? You had to pay for your skin test.

He should be a little miserly. If you think about...

I also don't like to spend my money. Must be from father to son.

Give the bag, go for it! - Thank you.

Well, you're going to write.

Why me? - You want her to recognize my handwriting?

Okay. What should we write down?

Your adventure with Dr. André left some traces.

And we add: Single mother or slut.

You can't do that! She's my mother after all.

Yeah but even so!

You can't do that I said!

What's this butterfly? - It's a capital "A".

This is special. - I practiced.

And now sign "A friend who wishes you well".

Why those gloves? - For fingerprints, I'm no fool.

Why did you write that sharp?

As a precaution. Imagine your mother shows the letter to mine.

Yeah, but now it looks like my writing.

Ah...

I should start again. My fingerprints are all over that one.

I should put on the gloves as well. - Okay.

And hey, just write capital letters. That way we'll be left alone.

Hello. - Hello.

Is there something for me? - Yes, I have a small letter.

Here. - Thank you. Have a nice day.

Thank you, same to too. - Thank you.

Do you have anything to say? - No, Mom.

Are you sure? - Yes, Mom.

So you claim it wasn't you? - No, Mom, I swear.

What are you talking about?

Here is a piece of Comté cheese. - Thank you.

So what are you gonna do now? - I don't know but I certainly won't go home.

And if you went to Paris? - What for?

I don't know me. Try your luck. - Food's on the table!

OK, I have to go. - See you.

Bye Lepic! - Bye!

Bastard!It's all because of you!

Little rogue! I'll get the police.

Little rogue! - No!

There's your father.

He doesn't look too angry, you know. Now go!

Thank you.

Let's go! Good evening.

Come on! - Good evening. - Come along.

Daddy?

Tell me Dad, are you angry?

You want me to congratulate you?

And what did Mom say? - Guess?

You know how much such a stupid thing costs? You know?

I will pay, Dad.

With what, wise guy? - I'll work, I don't want you to be angry.

See you later, go to bed!

I don't want to see you no more!

Now eat! You're picking at your food now for 15 minutes.

I'm not hungry.

Now, that's something else.

And you're not thirsty either? - No.

You're doing this to spite me? - No, I'm not hungry, that's all.

OK, put your plate away and clear the table. Go!

So, you still won't eat?

But it's stronger than him. He can't help it.

What did I do to get such a pig! - No! I didn't do it on purpose.

You disgust me!

Here, I made them just for you. - I'm not hungry.

These cookies, you can keep eating them. - I don't want any.

Put them in your pocket and eat them later. - No

Okay, then I eat them.

Hmm... you made a mistake, they're very good.

You know what will happen if you don't eat?

The doctor will come and you know what he'll do?

He'll inject vitamins in your butt.

I've had that. I can tell you they're as big like that.

Why are you laughing? - You made me laugh.

There's no reason for that. When you're dead, what's the gain?

Hello ma'am, Can I have a word with Poil de Carotte? - No, not today, he is punished.

You'd better not have your parents wait. Goodbye Rémi.

For how long you want to play this game ?

It's been three days since you've eaten. You'll end up getting sick.

But it's what he wants, don't pay any attention. - Maybe he eats in secret.

He would be ready to commit suicide just to annoy me.

You may as well starve if you want, I don't care.

Okay, listen up...

You stay at his table until your plate is empty. Agreed?

Poor kid, he's not going to stay there all night I hope.

What can you do? If only he wasn't that stubborn!

What are you doing? - Oh nothing, good night Mom.

Goodnight Mom. - Goodnight my loves.

Go up to your room!

Do you feel better?

Am I in the habit of beating you?

I'm your mom, I look after your health.

You know,

I know that I sometimes lack a bit of patience with you.

But you're not always a model child either.

And I know what you think.

Your father is gentler, more forgiving.

But it's easy for him, huh? He has the best role, he's never there.

But I, I take care of you all the time.

And not just on Sundays.

All day, all week, all year round.

That's also the role of a mother.

So I think this hunger strike, it's your way to tell me all this.

Am I mistaken?

You know, I'm willing to make an effort.

I hope you are too.

Look,

I made you a nice breakfast. Roast chicken, I know you like that.

With a nice sauce.

You should eat, darling.

You'd do that for me?

Will you?

Great, you ate it all.

And at least you liked the sauce?

You should like it, you contributed to it.

You know the phrase "treat evil with evil"?

If after this, you still need to pee... - No!

I'll tame you yet.

Look, the redhead swims fully clothed.

Hey redhead! Hey there, redhead!

Stop! - Wait, what's he doing there?

Get out!

Looks like he's trying to drown. Redhead, don't be stupid!

Leave me alone! - Calm down!

Leave me alone! Let me be, I said!

Relax! - Calm down!

Come on redhead, don't be stupid!

Let me go!

Let me! - Go!

Where were you?

I asked you where you were! Will you stop, dammit!

No. - What did you say?

No.

You refuse to obey your mother?

Yes.

What about that! Did you hear? Did you hear what your son said to me?

Now listen, I won't get upset.

You come here and we're going to talk quietly.

No Mom.

And you say nothing?

Why don't you want to come down?

Because I don't want to obey Mom. If you would ask me, I will do as you say.

That's not gonna happen.

You will come... - Don't touch me!

What?

Don't ever touch me!

Poil de Carotte. Poil de Carotte!

François!

So what do you want? Do you want us to talk about it?

Show me.

You fixed it well, huh.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

Dad, I...

I decided to stop loving mom. - What are you talking about?

You've decided to not love your mother? - No, it's over.

Since when and why? - Since forever. Most of all because she hates me.

Now what makes you think that?

She hates me, I tell you. You are never there, how would you know.

Anyway, you're not my father. - What are you talking about?

It's not for nothing that I'm the only redhead in the family. - What about grandfather?

My father didn't always have white hair. He was red, like you.

That's why he liked you, I think. - That's why mom hates me. That's why she's mean.

She's is mean because she's unhappy.

We're not like that by chance.

After your sister she didn't want any more children.

She wanted to work, she wanted a different life.

Maybe it's all my fault, I wasn't paying attention.

Then you arrived and when she saw your little red head...

You were so different.

She wasn't always like that.

I remember when we got married... - Dad, you still love her?

It is she who doesn't want me to love her.

You'll have your whole life to get happy.

Can you be happy if your mother doesn't love you anymore? - Yes, you'll get there.

Dad, let me leave. Let me go to boarding school. I'll never be happy here.

Boarding school is hard, you know. And we'll only see each other for the holidays.

Will you come? Tell me, will you come?

Yes, I'll come.

You're my little man, right? I even wonder if you're not my big man.

Huh?

Hi Lepic! - Hi Vosso!

So, when do you leave? - Tomorrow. I have one day before school starts.

Bye.

Good luck Lepic! - Bye Vosso!

Hey, will you write me? - Of course!

It's time to go!

Poil de Carotte?

Won't you say goodbye?

Goodbye, Mom.

Shall we? Hop!

Well, goodbye!

Bye.

Bye Poil d'oc!

Poil de Carotte!

I was afraid of missing you.

Here. I made cookies for your trip. - Thanks Agathe.

When are you coming back? - At Christmas.

I'll miss you. - You too.

Dad, can I open my window?

Thank you.