All language subtitles for Les Allumettes Suédoises - 2 - Trois Sucettes À La Menthe (1996).[0126143b]

Olivier spends happy days in Montmartre with
his mother Virginie, the beautiful haberdasher.

A widow, hoping to rebuild
her life with Andr� Privat,

a friend of Olivier's deceased father. The
mysterious man intrigues the young child.

But one morning, Virginie doesn't
wake up, having died suddenly.

At the funeral, the rich aunt Victoria
forbids the orphan to see Privat ever again.

His poor cousin Jean reluctantly takes him in.
They live on the same street as Virginie,

and Olivier is relieved to stay in his own
neighbourhood, close to Bougras, the old...

anarchist l'Araign�e, a mysterious cripple, and
especially beautiful Mado, a charming taxi-girl.

There are also Loulou, Riri,
Capdeverre and all the gang,

but it's David, his best friend,
in whom he will find the most comfort.

However, hit by the crisis, David's
parents must leave for America.

This will be a horrible breaking
apart for both children.

On the day of David's departure,
Olivier has disappeared.

Three Mint Lollipops

- Mom, may I please go to the toilet?
- Of course.

David!

It's me.

Olivier! What are you doing here?

You thought you were going
to America without me?

You're coming with us?
Wow! I'm so happy!

- But how can we do it?
- Don't worry, I planned everything.

I have my health card.

I even pinched some money
from Jean and Elodie...

for the train. See, I still have some left.

You can't pay the boat fare with that.

I'll try to get hired as a cabin boy,
or a dishwasher.

Or hide with you as a stowaway.
I saw that in a movie.

I'll feed you.

In America, Samuel will help me cross the border.

Now that you're an orphan,
my parents could adopt you.

Oh yeah! That would be swell.

We'd be brothers!

Come on. Let's go see my parents.

Wouldn't it be better to meet on the boat?

But no. They'll be really happy to see you.

They were awfully worried.

Isaac!

Olivier! What are you doing here?

Is Elodie with you?

No. She doesn't know I'm coming with you.

Coming with us?

Now what is this all about?

We could take him to America.

But these children are utterly out of their minds!

Olivier, we would gladly take you if we could,

but we're not your parents.

We can adopt him!

David, look. We can't just adopt someone.

And then, Olivier has a family,

an aunt who has the means to
give him a good education.

I don't want to go to
Aunt Victoria's. She's a cow!

Listen. Once we get to Havre, I'll call Elodie.

I'll buy a ticket for your
return, and she'll come...

pick you up at the Saint-Lazare station.

I can't! I pinched money
from her to take the train.

No. It's okay. I will explain...

and she'll understand.

If he can't come with us,
then I'm staying with him.

Isaac, tell them it's not possible!

Listen, Olivier...

We understand your sorrow
but please, be reasonable.

No. It's not true.

You understand nothing!
You only think of yourself!

No, Olivier. Don't do it!

Olivier, wait for me! I'm coming with you!

David, come back!

Hurry David, hurry up!

Children, come back!

Ouch! My leg!

- I got one.
- Olivier!

It wasn't my son who pulled the alarm.

It was a friend who wanted to come with us.

He's all alone. You must find him!

- Come here, David.
- I'll see what I can do.

I don't want to go with you.

David!

Come back, kid. Come back!

What happened?

A kid pulled the alarm. He ran away.

You should put a flare on
the track for the next train.

We don't have time.

Olivier!

Olivier!

Olivier!

David!

David!

David.

- Where are you're going, boy?
- Paris, sir.

Paris? That's pretty far off!

I had planned to take the train.

I'm going to Paris as well. I'll take you.

Besides, I don't like traveling alone,
so we'll be doing each other a favor.

Agreed?

Anyone in the back?

No. I'm going back empty.

- So, okay.
- Where in Paris do you live?

I'm not from Paris, I'm from the Hill.

A real urchin, hey.

Your parents just let you go?

Yeah. My parents are really cool.

They trust me.

Okay. Get in.

- So?
- So....so...

Zilch. Nothing.

The police have issued an APB.
Zober was the last to see him.

Since then, not a trace. And that's not all!

They want to fine him for pulling the alarm.

And for the money he's stolen?

- Did you tell them?
- No. I'm waiting for them to find him.

I hope he didn't do anything stupid.

Him? What do you think!

Just wait. He'll get what's coming to him.

I want him out of here.

He's a sack of shit!

- Listen.
- I don't want to hear it!

I'll kick his ass straight to the reformatory!

Anybody here?

What is it?

What do you want, lad?

I'd like to talk to Mr. Privat.

He should be here.

No. He's at home now, in Auvergne.

Can I call him? My mother
often called him from here.

So you are the son of Mrs. Ch�teauneuf?

Everyone is looking for you, even the police.

- I beg you. I must talk to him. It's important.
- Well...

I'll call.

Good evening, miss. Could you ring
Number 3 at Saugues, please.

It's in Haute-Loire.

You won't tell the cops, eh?

Hello? Mr. Privat?

Excuse me. This is Hotel Du Cantal.

I have Mrs. Ch�teauneuf's son
here. He wants to talk to you.

I'll put him on.

Hello. Mr. Privat?

Yes, this is Olivier. You must
help me. I did something stupid.

I ran away and stole
money from Elodie.

I'm really scared.

Yes.

Yes, okay. Thank you.

I'll put him on.

Hello, Mr. Privat?

Yes.

Good. See you tomorrow morning.

Come with me. You'll sleep here.

Olivier!

Olivier! Hello!

Wake up.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

This breakfast should give you a boost.

Thank you.

But first... I must tell you what happened.

Don't worry. I know all about it.
Everything's been sorted out.

I've already been to the police
station and have spoken to Elodie.

She's waiting for you.

- She's glad you're in good health.
- She won't send me to reform school?

Nothing of the sort.

Everyone knows what you're
going through right now.

Elodie even has a surprise for you.

Come on, eat up. Then we'll go see her.

Okay, sir.

This is so good!

I'm coming!

Olivier, I'm so glad to see you.

You're okay? Eh?

- You're not too tired?
- No, no. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Elodie... I wanted to apologize.

For the money and for the scare I've given you.

You know, we all make mistakes.
It wasn't too serious.

And we understand you.

Without your mom, and also
with David's departure...

This is why mister Privat and we
decided to make you a big surprise.

What is it?

You'll go with him to Saugues.

You'll see, there you'll be very, very happy.

You'll have a big bedroom all to yourself.

You'll learn to ride a horse.

And then the mountain air,
there's nothing better for a child!

And I don't live far from your grandparents.

You can see them when you want.

And there's also a very good school.

Your studies will be better there.

What does Aunt Victoria say?
She wouldn't let me see you!

Who does she think she is?
It's none of her business.

Well, don't stand there. Sit down, Mr. Privat.

After all, it was your mother's
idea, to go with Mr. Privat.

If you want to, of course.

When's that gonna be?

Well, today.

You see, I finished packing your suitcase.

So you can catch the 2 PM train.

You'll see, you'll be better off there than here.

- Why so fast?
- Aunt Victoria could make trouble.

Trouble?

Yes. By law I don't have the right to take you.

I'll have a lawyer if necessary.

I'll say that it was your mother's
wish and yours as well.

Don't you worry Olivier.
Everything will go smoothly.

You'd only get miserable here.

There are too many memories.

I wonder if I have time to say goodbye to Mado.

You and your Mado, I tell you!

Better hurry, you don't want
to miss the 2 PM train.

Get on with it.

Olivier! I'm so happy to see you.

You gave us such a scare! When did you get back?

This morning.

- Well, come in!
- No, no.

I came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

Yes. I'm going to Auvergne
with a friend of my mother's.

It may be the best for you.

Olivier!

- Hurry up!
- Yes. I'm coming!

I'll have to go.

By the way...

I just wanted to tell you that...
I'll never forget you.

Goodbye, Olivier.

- Don't forget to write me!
- Yes, Mado.

Hey, artilleryman!

Hitting the road without saying goodbye?

Yeah. I'm going to Auvergne.

Give my regards to the volcanoes!

- Okay.
- Right, shall we go?

Where you're going with that suitcase?

Well, I'm leaving.

- For long?
- I don't know.

Maybe for good.

Don't forget me too fast, okay?

Come on, Oliver.

Come.

Olivier!

Olivier.

I made you some pancakes.

I know you like them so much.
You can eat them on the train.

You were always so sweet.

Don't change too much over there.

Okay, I'll leave you here because...

farewells makes me too sad.

Olivier, it's for your own good,
you know that don't you?

Come on, give me a kiss.

Now don't you worry. I'll see you soon.

- Thank you, Mr. Privat.
- Goodbye.

Let's go.

I say, you're a real celebrity around here.

Have you ever been to Saugues, before the funeral?

No, sir. Never.

Call me Andr�.

Gare d'Orsay.

Get in.

No. I can't.

I can't.

What's the matter?

I can't leave my street.

It's not because of you, but I want to stay here.

- Why did you call me, then? I thought...
- I know.

It's my fault. But I don't
want to leave my street.

I don't want to leave Bougras, Mado,

Capdeverre, Loulou...

I don't even want to leave l'Araign�e.

Don't worry, Olivier.

I understand completely.

We will do what you want.

Anyway, think about it.
If you need me, write me.

Well, goodbye.

Olivier! What's going on?

Where is Mr. Privat?

Well, he took a taxi.

How so? Without you?

I didn't want to leave.

What? Are you crazy? Everything was arranged!

I don't want to leave my street.
I don't want to leave my friends.

And you, of course.

You think you're gonna stay with us?

We can't afford it, you know that!

If that's the way it's going to be,
I'll inform Aunt Victoria.

And the family council
will have to decide. Come on!

Henri, I'm counting on you. You will be firm.

As usual, my dear.

Wow, check out this tin can!

Can you believe this?

It's slick.

- Really snazzy!
- Hey, get away from there!

Here we are!

- Hello, Henri.
- Hello, Jean.

Ah, here's our little adventurer.

- Hello, Elodie.
- Hello.

You'll be able to brag about
the awful fright you gave us.

Oh yes! You can say that again!

- Hello.
- Hello.

As you know, the haberdashery has been sold.

I gathered for you some of your
mother's things, Olivier.

There are some personal items,
souvenirs, photos of your father,

- and several school notebooks.
- Thanks, aunt.

It's only natural, Olivier.

Your uncle is now your guardian and will
look after the money you will receive.

Say uncle, what is a guardian?

It means I am responsible for you.

- As if you were my father?
- Yes, something like that.

Come one, sort these out in your room.

What's a family council?

Well, the family gathers to determine
what is best for your future.

Why can't I listen to what's being said?

Because that's the way it is.
Go, please leave us.

Take it. Go. Please, let's sit down and talk.

What do you plan on doing with him?

Us, what do you mean? It's up to
you to take him. You're his aunt.

I'm only his cousin, and a distant one at that.

Come on. I'm sure we can
find a solution together.

One obviously comes to mind.

Yes. The orphanage.

That might be a little harsh.

We had something else in mind.

If we wanted to honor Virginie's wishes,

it would be up to M. Privat to take care of him.

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

- It is out of the question.
- Why?

He's an ex-convict, remember that.

What would the people say in Saugues?
What would they think of us?

Besides, the kid doesn't want that.

How would you know?

I suppose I can tell you, now.

On the day he returned from his fugue,

he called Privat at his estate.

I thought it was because he
wanted to go stay with him.

Unfortunately,

at the last minute, he decided
he wanted to stay with us.

If I understand correctly, you
decided this without our knowing.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

It would have suited everyone.

I'm not of that opinion.

But, since you deemed it
unnecessary to consult me,

it's because you don't recognize my right.

It's up to you to take care of him.

Besides, his world is here. In our
milieu, he would be all confused.

That's it, Victoria.

You're too good for your brother's son.

I didn't say that. No need to be so offensive.

Unquestionably, you can't deny...

that Olivier has spent all
of his life on this street.

His school and his friends are here.

Besides, at this moment, with my
son coming down with tuberculosis,

have you thought of the risk of contagion?

Yes, of course I have.

How are we going to feed him?

- We're already struggling.
- And this apartment is too small.

I could help you. Temporarily, of course.

Well in that case,
maybe we could keep him.

We would need...I don't know...

150 francs a month.

- What? Half of that would be plenty.
- Let's say: 100.

That just wouldn't be enough.

But we will make an effort until
the end of the school year.

After that, we won't be able to.

You do know that we hope to
have a child of our own soon.

Elodie, you've been chanting
that for the last 2 years.

How can you say that, Victoria!

- I didn't mean to offend you.
- That's too easy!

Jean, tell her to get out of here!

Now, now, precious, Victoria has apologized.

Implying that we're only good
at making babes with tuberculosis,

that takes the cake!

I will not stay here one second longer.

- Let's go, Henri.
- No. Wait for me in the car.

What a mess!

Especially since we agreed to a settlement.

Henri, I would think that with 115...

okay, let's say 110, we could make ends meet.

Come now, let's not negotiate again.
Our proposition stands at 100.

If that doesn't work out, we
can always discuss it further.

- So let's start with 100.
- Here is the first month's.

- Goodbye, Henri.
- Yes, goodbye.

Elodie.

Elodie, open the door, please.

Ah, you!

You could have taken my side at least!

They were ready to give us 100 francs.
I wasn't going to mess with that.

Lucky for us, I patched things up!

You call that patching things up?

You know it won't be enough.
I told you, we need at least 130 Franc.

If I work for the rest, maybe I can stay?

You know the answer is yes.
You're eavesdropping. But not for long.

But why?

Because you're a pain, that's why.

All you care about is whether you can stay or not!

Look at you. You're yelling at the kid,

yet in front of Victoria, you can't grow a pair!

You...looks like you're courting back luck.

I got it, I got it!

"Dear David,

"It's been 6 weeks to this day
since your departure.

"I have no news from you, which
means you're probably busy,

"as well as your parents."

Hey, Olivier, you coming?
We've made our own wading pool.

Now, let me give you some advice.
Come play with us instead of wasting ink...

- on a guy who'll never answer you.
- Would you leave me alone, Loulou?

Come on, Loulou!

I'm coming!

Glazier!

Glazier!

So, artilleryman, you still here?

Why the sad face?

David is gone. I have no news of him.

I can't stay with my cousins.

I would have to somewhat earn my keep.

You could always help me with my chores, right?

You'll see, earning your keep isn't that hard.

And if you ask me, you shouldn't
waste your time like this,

staring for hours at your mother's old boutique.

That won't bring her back, you know.

I know it's not fair.

And with your best friend gone.

You feel abandoned.

But friends... you still have
quite a few around here.

And you'll make new ones. That's life.

See, look at your buddies.

You have to open up, Olivier. You understand?

Come on, Olive! No bad feelings!

Go on, go!

Come on, we're having a splash!

Hurry up, for God's sake!

Aren't you done yet wasting this water...

with your stupid games?

- Bunch of gutter-puppies!
- We're doing nothing wrong.

"Nothing wrong"? What if there's a fire,

where would the water come from?

Come on, Mr. Gastounet,

have you never been young?
Children should have fun.

What right have you, madame?

I have no lessons to learn
from a....from a hooker.

Are you afraid you might get
hooked, Mr. Gastounet?

I think I could teach you a few things.

Let's stop there. I have nothing to say to you.

You started it, old fart.

She really nailed you, Gastounet!

You anarchist, I have nothing to say to you.

And you?

Who do you think you are, you old Grinch.

We're not about to stop the
children from having fun!

Taking the moral high ground
instead of sweeping his own porch.

What a sourpuss!

- How's the work coming downstairs?
- Very well, very well.

- Bougras says we'll be done by 5.
- Good. That's very good.

Here you go, two cheese sandwiches. Enjoy.

Thank you very much.

Ah... there's l'Araign�e.

Thanks.

Good day, sir, you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

The Salvation Army and Soup
Kitchen close in the spring. I'm hungry.

Artilleryman! Where are my sandwiches?

Coming, coming!

Good Lord, a nice shot of red
and a cheese sandwich.

the only 2 things worth living for! Pure bliss!

Hey, hey...easy there little feller.
I offer for the taste, not to guzzle.

If you're thirsty, drink water.

Would you like a fag, Monsieur Bougras?

Ernest gave them to me.

Oh no. Bougras, he always sticks to the pipe.

Say, monsieur Bougras...

Why do you have a beard?

It's to hide the ugly mug underneath!

Now then, back to work!

Look here, I think you're
filling them up too much.

You trying to get me sloshed?

- See you, Ernest.
- See you!

Well, my cellar rats?

Mission accomplished, boss!

But there are 3 bottles that are a bit cloudy.

That's normal, it's the bottom of the barrel.

You can have them.

Not a bad lot, but I can't sell them.

- Good. Now, we agreed on 25 Franc?
- Yes, that's it.

- Here, then.
- Thanks.

Here, this is for you.

Ten francs? But it's too much, Mr.Bougras.

Didn't you say you needed extra
dough to help your cousin?

And to top it off, here's an
eggplant for suppertime.

Here.

- But why?
- It's not for your work,

I owed your mother money, but I forgot.

You can check the ledgers, it's all in writing.

In that case, thanks!

That should help with your keep.

Your cousin will probably want you to stay, now.

- What can I get you?
- Anything you want, except red.

Nothing for me, I have errands.

- So long, Ernest. So long, Bougras.
- So long, kid!

- How about white wine?
- Can't say no to that.

That must be him! It's about time.

You know how late you are? Where were you?

- We started without you.
- Forgive me, Elodie.

- Good Lord, you're reeking of wine!
- And what's this?

A leg of veal!

Leg of veal?

- You didn't steal it I hope?
- No.

No. I've been working with
Bougras at the Transatlantique.

In that case, that's really nice of you.

I even brought you some wine, Jean.

Beaujolpif? Let's have a swig!

- Would you like a bit?
- Sure I would.

- So, how is it?
- Not bad, not bad.

Excellent, yeah!

See? He's not a bad kid, after all.

We would keep you if we were rich, you know.

No worries. I could stop going to school.

I could scrounge a bit more with Bougras.

I would earn more money and help you out.

Don't be stupid, Olivier!

You think your mom would approve
of you turning into a street urchin?

You don't want to go to school, anymore?

End up as a drop-out like Bougras?

If I could have stayed longer in
school, we wouldn't be here today.

He's right.

You're lucky to have your Aunt Victoria.

- We're too young.
- And you don't want me around.

That's not true. Don't say that..

But taking care of you is a sacrifice.

If he had to work, people would
say we're exploiting him.

His Aunt should take him in.

No! You also said she's a cow.

We'll talk about that later.

For now, you'll still go to school.

Alright, Jean.

May I have some more?

You certainly have an appetite
this evening. I'm flattered.

Here you go!

Thanks, Elodie.

Look at this scoundrel.
No wonder his plate emptied so fast!

Show me your napkin.

It's for a kitten.

A kitten? You think we're stupid?

No, I swear it!

A kitten eating potatoes? That'll be the day!

Come on, give it to me.

No, wait! Don't throw it out!

Why not?

You'll see.

Go ahead, put it in.

That way, we'll have an hour
or two to ourselves.

Yes, you're right.

Here you go, Olivier.
Go feed that kitten of yours.

- Thanks, Jean.
- Alright, scram.

We'll leave a key under the mat.
And you turn off the light.

Very well. See you tomorrow, Elodie!

- No funny stuff, okay?
- Don't worry.

Your vest!

Thanks.

Elodie...

I think we're too soft on him.

The longer he stays the more he gets attached.

You think I'm not getting attached?

What are you doing here?

Thanks, kid.

Smells good!

It was better when it was hot.

It's veal with potatoes.

Good, huh?

Delicious.

I'll eat it later.

I also have a fag.

I'm in heaven!

That's swell!

I have something for you.

It's an anthology on the
language of flowers.

I didn't know flowers could talk.

Not on their own, of course.

If a man offers one to a woman,

it speaks without making a sound.

Each flower has its own meaning.

That is the language of flowers.

Hey, Olivier, want to join me?

I'm going to the basilica
to see the night over Paris.

I can't go. Don't you see
I'm chatting with my buddy?

Your loss.

Girls.... They're such leeches.

You won't always think that.

Given that a laborer earns 35 Franc per day,

and works 48 weeks of 5 and half days each year,

what could he set aside
at the end of the year?

A few beans, monsieur!

Ch�teauneuf,

bring to me whatever you are reading.

The Language of Flowers?

We have a poet in our midst.

Let's see if you've at least learned something.

What is, according to this
leaflet, the meaning of...

the oak-leaf geranium?

It symbolizes true friendship.

That is correct.

The white Japanese camellia?

Perfect beauty.

- And the acacia?
- Elegance, monsieur.

You see, if you want, you'd get better grades!

Yes. Yes.

- Hello, Mado.
- Hello, Olivier.

For me?

Oh, you shouldn't have!

They are magnificent.

They didn't cost me anything. I went to
the opening of Les Halles with Bougras.

We gave a hand to a flower merchant.

Red roses.

You know what it means when a
man offers red roses to a woman?

No, not at all.

It's a statement of passionate love.

Oh yeah?

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh yeah! I love tea, now.

Here.

Take it.

Tell me, any news from your friend David?

No. And I wrote him so many letters.

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get one soon.

I don't care anymore. I'll make new friends.

That I am sure of.

Now. I must get dressed.

You stay here and finish your tea.
I just step into the other room.

I'm keeping warm all over,

my little heart is as white
as a toad�s underbelly.

Worries, I have but a few.

Troubles, I couldn't care less.

What's gotten over you?

I got promoted to film editor at Path� cinema.

Really? That's swell!

You bet your ass!

I'm starting on the newsreels,
and after that I can work...

my way up to the big movies.

That dress I saw in the Galeries,
maybe we can afford it, now?

Elodie, I can see it right now
over your shoulders.

And the tandem.

We'll get the bike too. For our
Sunday outings!

Oh yeah!

Say! Maybe you can keep me now?

If I have the means, Olivier.
If I have the means.

You know, Elodie is pregnant.

Can you imagine? A baby and
you in this tiny apartment?

You're expecting a baby?

Well, yes.

That's neat!

When is it due?

Well, in 5 months.

You see, it still gives you some time.

Anyway, I'm really happy for you.

I forgot, Olivier! You must hurry.

Mr. Privat came to see you.

Mr. Privat? He's in Paris?

Yes, just a stopover.

He's waiting for you at the
Marcadet Palace to see a movie.

So go! You gotta hurry. Don't forget your vest!

When our teacher talks about the war,
he never mentions any of this.

Is that how it really was?

Far worse. It was a slaughterhouse.

I shouldn't have brought you to
see this. For a child, it's too sad.

I remember a time.

Papa would always say: "That fucking war".

What was my dad like?

I've told you already.

You father and I were friends
long before the war.

He was injured during the
assault on the Marne.

He wrote me saying they had
captured lots of German soldiers...

completely drunk from guzzling too much champagne.

Ours! Our champagne!

He got hurt two days later,

during a counter- strike.

Your dad was right:
"Fucking war!"

My mom would always answer him...

that it was thanks to the war they got married.

Father was wounded and mother was the nurse,

and that's how it all started.

It's a beautiful story.

Yes, Olivier. It's a beautiful story. Come on.

There's Bougras! He's a sandwich man, now?

Playbill? One for you.

Get your playbill right here.

He's my buddy. I'll introduce you.

Hey, hey, my artilleryman,

on vacation I see?

Enjoying the flick?

Good day, monsieur Bougras.
I'd like you to meet Mr. Privat.

He was my mother's best friend.

We just saw The Wooden Crosses. It was well done.

In terms of bloodbaths,
this one was well done, yes.

You got nothing better to do
than take him to a war film?

You shouldn't say that. Mr. Privat is a hero.

You're nuts if you think that!

As if there were heroes in a war.

In a war there're only victims and
assassins. How many Krauts did he kill?

Ten? Twenty? Fifty? That's it?

And today, we proudly sport medals!

What you really want is that he admires you.

Wasn't it enough to lose an arm?

Would it please you, if he also goes to war.

No, sir. You're wrong.

I wish he will never have to.

That's what we fought for.

Yeah, yeah, la-Dee-da, la-Dee-la!

Yeah, I've heard it before. I know the tune.

You'd better take him to Luna Park instead,

to see Charlie Chaplin.

It would be funnier.

Ah, what the fuck. You make me sick.

- See you later, mates!
- Wait... Bougras...

As for you, don't bother me.
You're a twit, just like the others.

I don't ever want to see you.

Good morning, monsieur Bougras.

Something wrong, Olivier?

No, I'm fine.

It's just that Mr. Bougras
doesn't want to see me anymore.

Ah, I wouldn't worry about it.

He's a bit like me. Sometimes,
we get angry at the whole world.

It comes and goes.

- Want to do something for me?
- Yes, what?

A shelf came down in my room.

No sweat. After school, I'll fix it impeccable.

- See you later.
- See you later.

There.

Just like new.

Thank you, Olivier.

Here, could you place this on the shelf?

Sure.

Oh, darn!

"The Terrible Fall of Daniel."

"Daniel, King of the trapeze."

"The terrible fall. Last night
in Paris, during his performance...

"at the winter circus, the famous
trapeze artist Daniel...

"fell 12 m to the ground."

"Daniel's terrible accident."

"Unbelievable but true: Daniel still the best."

Do you know this Daniel?

He's a buddy of yours?

It was you?

You were flying the trapeze?

Here, that was you?

If you don't mind, this stays between us.

But why?

Out of vanity.

You see, I still rather inspire fear than pity.

Oh my, you sure have a lot of books!

Oh, once I had many more.

I sold nearly all of them. Everyone has to eat.

What a shame.

I've become attached to this neighbourhood,

to this street.

I wouldn't want to leave it and
wind up in an old people's home,

even if I was better off, given my condition.

I understand you. I don't want to leave either.

And why would you? Huh?

Jean and Elodie will soon have a baby.

When the baby is born, they
won't be able to keep me.

There might a way.

Look, behind the cupboard.

That's your cousin's place.

So that means I sleep right over there.

I say, that is funny!

Here, I'd like to give you a book.

Not just any book, mind you.

It's a bit thick,

but once you've read it,

life and books will no longer
hold secrets for you.

Pretty heavy, hey?

It's the weight of knowledge.

"Amouillante,

"noun, feminine and adjective:

"cow ready to calve.

"Amor,

"Latin word meaning love:

"physical or emotional attraction
of one person toward another,"

"Physical or emotional attraction
of one person toward another."

Capdeverre.

Five. And I went easy on you.

You obviously want to be
a boxer, but it looks like...

you forgot to take your gloves
off before starting your essay.

Loulou.

Zero.

Not a bad piece, even funny at times.

However, gangster is not a profession.

If your ideals only tend toward
dough, shooters and broads,

you'll hit the slammer faster than a jackrabbit.

Ch�teauneuf.

Why did your write your essay in verse?

I don't know, it's more beautiful!

"He who pushes his talents accomplishes
nothing with grace", my child.

Anyway, I do see the effort.

And in terms of vocabulary,
you went the extra mile.

However... I do ask myself,

why do all of your aspirations
start with the letter A?

You contemplate becoming an:

acrobat, architect, administrator,

athlete, armorer,

aviator, ambassador,

astrologer, anthropologist...

and artistic lyricist.

Careful not to spread yourself
too thin. I gave you an 8.

It's a little harsh, but see it
as an encouragement.

Ernest.

I would have liked to see you
become as imaginative.

You'd like to be a coffee-shop owner, like papa.

Excuse me, Mr. Gastounet.

Children, our country is facing hard times.

President Doumer was shot down
at noon today by a madman.

His situation is hopeless.

Consequently, you will all go
home to your parents.

And tomorrow you will stay home
as a sign of national mourning.

- Yeah!
- Silence!

All this will finish badly,

very badly...

And so, in this edition,

we'll follow the funeral of
President Paul Doumer...

and the results of the legislative elections,

and also the leftist swing in Parliament.

So... for Doumer's funeral, we went all out.

We have 7 cameras.

One at the entrance and exit of the Elys�e,

and all along the procession route in Paris.

This way, we'll have a good assessment of
the crowd: tens of thousands of mourners.

The assassin:

Goryoulov.

It's the only record we have. We have no footage.

And we'll end with the elections.

It's familiar ground, but at least
we'll give out some results.

The Left wins 91 seats.

Lights!

That's good.

It's good, but I want everything...

you've got on the assassination
and funeral of Doumer.

Nobody cares about the elections.

Especially since your footage
is as dull as dishwater.

Yes, you're right.

Sir, although the footage of
Doumer's funeral is powerful,

the real important event are the elections.

For the first time in many years,

the left regained a majority!

Young man, the people want to
see something spectacular.

The face of Charles Lindbergh when
told about the death of his son,

or the skater Sonia H�nie,

or Doumer on his death bed; not what
they read about 3 days before.

Agreed. But we can't downplay
the upsurge by the left.

First of all, the left is
not yet the ruling party.

Second, learn to mind your own business.

Oh, but it is my business! I'm a voter.

I'm a citizen just like you.

Alright. We'll see about that later.

You should have seen the way
I nailed the producer today!

He didn't even want to talk about the elections!

Aren't you're not pushing your luck? You just
started there. I know you with your big mouth!

Oh, don't get me started!

What do you call this?

- It's a surprise.
- Really?

Who made this hole in the wall?

Don't worry. The landlord made it.

Oh yeah? What for?

Well, when the neighbour moved out,

I told the landlord we needed
more space for the baby.

- He had to study the wall's integrity.
- Did he say yes?

Yes. He'll come to talk about raising the rent.

That would be fantastic! We wouldn't
have to move to a larger flat.

Right.

L'Araign�e used to live here.

Yes. This morning, he was taken
to the old people's home.

He asked to be taken. He found
it harder to get up the stairs.

We won't see him anymore?

Well, one man's loss is another man's gain.

Listen, before checking out,
he left some books for you.

Have a look.

- May I say something?
- Go ahead.

With this room,

if I sleep here...

I'll be less of a burden.

We want this to be the baby's room.

I know, but in the meantime.

You, when your mind is set on something...

Alright, then. Until the baby
is born, you can squat.

- Yeah!
- And tomorrow, I'll take you to the studio.

You'll work all day as an extra on a movie set.

Look at that.

- What a beauty!
- It's a Delage.

Last word of advice: when you're on the set,

and the red light is on, you gotta shut up.

- Especially when you hear the clapper.
- Understood.

And never look in the camera. Let's go say hello.

- Good morning, Fernand.
- Jean, I need to talk to you.

The kid's an extra for the day.
I'm taking him now on the set.

Jean, it's not about the kid. It's
about you. You can't go in anymore.

You're joking, right!

No, I'm not joking. They're letting you go.

Here's you're last pay.

I'm fired? Just like that?

I want to see a manager!

The boss is not here this
morning. Come back this afternoon.

But I doubt they'll change their minds.

Well I won't take this lying down.
They don't know who they're dealing with.

I'm not going!

No. You must go.

We'll take the other street and
blend in with the extras.

- Jean!
- Don't give me a rough time.

- But, Jean!
- Shut up.

Why must you always talk about politics?

How will we manage now with the landlord?

We'll have to pay for the hole.

I'm sure we'll find a solution.

Did you see about getting your
job back as a boom operator?

Yep. They already filled the position.

But that can't be!

Why must this be happening to us right now?

Here.

My wages for being an extra.

You can have it.

I hope it helps to pay for
the baby's room.

Now there's a repeat performance!

We're in the shit hole and all
you can think of is yourself.

You don't care about us. You just
want to make sure you can live here!

No, Jean. That's not true,
I swear it.

I swear it! You're selfish! Hypocrite!

I don't want your fucking dough!

Listen! I'm out of action. There's
no way we can support you.

Get the hell out!

But, Jean! Why did you tell him that?

Hey, kitty.

Minou.

Come back!

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Did you start this fire? You're
in big trouble you little brat!

- But I didn't do anything, sir.
- And this, what do you call this?

Why did you start this fire, miserable arsonist.

- You're parents will have to pay.
- They're both dead.

You don't get off that easy.
Anymore tricks up your sleeve?

Leave him alone. I know this kid.
He's the haberdasher's orphan.

- He even stole from his cousins.
- He's a hooligan.

- He belongs in a reform school!
- But I did nothing wrong!

C'mon folks, what's this: the Apocalypse!?

C'mon, leave him alone.

This rapacious mutt just set fire
to a dwelling of honest folks!

"Honest folks!" Ha, ha!

Show me half a dozen!
Even one or two if you can!

Have you never been a kid and done stupid things?

C'mon! Clear away!

C'mon, hop on, kid! C'mon, c'mon!

Cheers, mates!

Rise up, rise up!

The hour is near to start the revolt!

The hour is near to start the revolt.

Yipper!

Now my Olive. Hang in there. It's all over.

Will I have to go to reform school?

Of course not. No reform school.

You're with Jean and Elodie, you're not alone.

As a matter of fact, Jean lost his job.

- They can't keep me anymore.
- Shit. Talk about bad luck.

I sure hope l'Araign�e didn't leave for nothing.

Why do you say that?

He made me swear I wouldn't
tell anyone, especially you.

He left his room for your benefit.
You understand what I'm saying?

He wanted you to stay.

So he arranged a meeting...

between Elodie and the landlord.

But I didn't want him to leave!

- Tell me it's not true.
- I'm afraid it is.

That's why you can't go. Do you understand?

C'mon, artilleryman, we can't lose hope, right?

You'll see, things will work out for Jean.

And that little mishap with
the fire, it's nothing serious.

Not at all...

Besides, nothing should be
taken seriously.

- So you're not angry with me anymore?
- Angry? Why would I be?

- Oh, it's you.
- Yep, it's me.

I forgot my keys.

Elodie! Elodie. Are you there?

- No. She'll be back later tonight.
- What are you talking about?

Ernest asked her to stay longer
to help him at the Transatlantique.

- But the Transat is closed in the evening.
- No, no.

It's the annual dinner of the
Montmartre Fellowship Alumni.

It will end late.

And you, what's new?

Nothing.

I've been looking for work for over a month.

"Sorry, sir, there is nothing."

"There's nothing" "There's nothing"!
"There's nothing" "There's nothing"!

Fucking crisis! One of these
days, the keg will blow!

The misers will still get away
with it, but not for long!

They'll get what's coming to them!

We'll make mincemeat out of them!

You hear me, Olivier?

Look at what I prepared.

Stuffed tomatoes!

- You made this?
- Yes.

Mother taught me how.

- I'll get it, I'll get it.
- No, stay here, I'll get it.

- Oh. It's the charming Mado!
- Good evening, Jean.

Well, do come in, come in.

Sorry to disturb you...

I was supposed to go out with a
girlfriend, but her mom fell sick.

- So I thought maybe you would like to...
- To go out with me?

No. Not exactly.

I was thinking more about Olivier...

There is no school tomorrow,
I promised to take him to the restaurant.

If that would make him happy. Right Olivier?

Would you like to go out with Mado?

Oh yes, Jean. Thank you!

I won't bring him back late.

I hope not! We'll leave a key under the mat.

Here. I brought you a tie so you'll look elegant.

Thank you. I'll put it on right
now. And some Gomina gel.

Alright, get a move on!

So...everything arranged for
tomorrow? You're certain?

Yes.

At what time they'll pick him up?

At 2 pm. His uncle Henri will pick him up.

Poor kid...

He's doesn't know yet?

No.

It will be a terrible blow.

Yes, I know.

Anyway, thanks for taking him out tonight.

I really like him, you know.

I'm ready!

Oh, my. Really classy, Olivier!

Monsieur will taste the wine.

Ah, it is good, huh!

A little warm.

It is not warm, young man, it is ambient.

My friend Bougras says the Saint-Emilion
is better when brought up from the cellar.

Would you have a bottle from the cellar?

We do. But if I may,
I would not recommend it.

But monsieur Maurice! If it's Madame's wish,

we get a bottle from the cellar.

And may Madame and Monsieur
enjoy an excellent meal.

Thank you.

Lesson number 5: the client is king.

Forgive me, madame,

or mademoiselle...

your face looks familiar.
I'm sure we've met before,

but I don't seem to remember.

- Perhaps you can help me?
- Sir! Can't you see I'm with my fiance?

And, bingo!

Lesson number 6:

Never bother a lady if she
hasn't been introduced to you.

To draw her attention, have a
garcon deliver a card.

Or flowers.

- To our health!
- Ah no.

You must simply raise your glass
and smile as you look at me.

Very well, Mado.

You could then propose a toast,
but not usually with the ladies.

Was everything satisfactory?

It was.... exquisite!

- I would like some sweet strawberries.
- And for the young man?

How about a nice Paris-Brest? It's very good.

- Isn't that a bicycle race?
- No, it's also a cake.

- Sir, do you have plum pudding?
- Most certainly.

- Let's go for the plum pudding!
- Very well, monsieur.

Apparently, it's as good as love.

I'd like to thank you again, Mado.

It was really... really...

romantic!

- Ah, I'll give you back the tie.
- No. Keep it.

You'll have a souvenir of me.

A souvenir? But we'll see each other soon.

That's what I meant. You can keep it forever.

Alright.

So long, gentleman.

Elodie!

Elodie!

Hello, Ernest.

What did he say?

- Nothing. I didn't tell him.
- What?

You were supposed to tell him last night.
Henri will arrive in half an hour.

But surely, we must tell him now.

I was wondering if we couldn't keep him.

Listen, Jean, we're not starting that
again. It's not possible.

God knows when you'll find a job.

And in 3 months I won't be able
to work because of the baby.

I'm sad too. But that's how it is.
Nothing we can do.

Elodie. The order for No.4!

Be right there! It's coming.

Bon app�tit.

Where is he now?

He borrowed your fire cups to treat Bougras.

Well, you're going to tell him right now.

Almost done?

- Only two more to go.
- Ah well, go for it.

Firing up!

Oh, my!

If you can heal me with those,
I'll buy you a drink.

Mother would often treat me. She
said it's better than medication.

Okay, do the last one.

Firing up!

Ooh, that one's really hot.

Now all we have to do is wait.

Come in!

Greetings, Bougras!

Greetings, Jean.

So, you're playing doctor, now?

He's good at it too.

My lord!

It's gonna be a hot day.

Does that surprise you? It is
after all, the beginning of July.

You know, Olivier,

in life, there are events more
serious than others.

But they shouldn't lead us to over-dramatize.

Everything works out. All one needs is
to show a little willpower. Isn't that so?

Yes.

Olivier, I want you to listen to me.

I have news to tell you.

Don't worry, it's actually good news.

As you know, Henri has
become your legal guardian.

That means... you'll be like his son.

Can you imagine just how lucky you are?

Don't look so gloomy. You know we
did everything we could to keep you.

But in the long run, it's for your own good.

From now on, you'll live in a large apartment,

with wall-to-wall carpets.

Two housemaids.

Two!

You'll be able to go to college
and get a real education.

Not to mention, lucky dog,
a summer vacation in Touraine.

A few dozen hectares, apparently.

You'll be living like a king!

When exactly?

Well, that's it. We didn't want
to tell you sooner so as not to...

as not to...

Your uncle's car should arrive soon.

You mean now? Right now?

Well, yes. Right now.

But couldn't I go stay with Privat instead?

That, my boy, is your fault. You had your chance.

Now.

I go down to wait for the car. I'll let you know.

I gotta pack a suitcase.

No.

You won't have to.

It's already packed. It's at the Transat.

So long, Bougras.

Okay. Take those yogurt jars off of me.

C'mon, do it quick.

You'll see, Mr. Bougras.

Usually, if all goes well,

in one hour, you should be feeling better.

I'm sure I'm will. Thank you, my lad.

You've been a good nurse.
You took good care of me.

Never mind that, I'll put those away.

Is Olivier ready?

Now, now, artilleryman.
You're not gonna start whining?

You're not a girl are you?

No, Mr. Bougras.

C'mon, then...

Let's shake on it, for old time's sake?

It's for me?

No. I can't take it. It's too nice.

I can't.

There you go. C'mon, get out of here my Olive.

C'mon.

Get out of here. Scat! Go!

Come on, Olivier, you're not saying goodbye?

Don't worry, you'll be like our son, now.

So long, Olive.

You're in luck. Take a load of this car!

Goodbye, Ch�teauneuf!

- See you soon, Olivier!
- Goodbye, Olive!

You like mint lollipops, I think.

Where are we going, uncle?

Your place?

You know, we had a look at your school grades,

you'll need classes this summer to catch up.

The director was categorical.

The director?

The director of the college where
you will now further your studies.

It's a good establishment. You'll see.

And one of the best in churning
out successful students.

Marceau, our son, attended this college.

Even got an award for Latin
in the main contest event.

How unfortunate he's not as healthy as you!

Your mother wanted you to get a good education.

Ah... here we are.

I'll spend the entire summer here?

Yes. But you'll see, you'll enjoy it here.

You see? It's magnificent.

Come, let's go see the director.

Say, how long are you staying
in Touraine, with your Delage?

My chauffeur is prudent,

but still it's almost 3 hours to drive the 220 km.

All the same, it's fantastic.
What will they think of next?

This will be your bed.

Please remember to pass along my
regards to your wife and to Marceau.

- How is he?
- Doing fine. We hope to bring him home

by the end of this summer.
However, with this illness,

a Sword of Damocles always
hangs above our heads.

I share your concerns.

- Dear uncle, may I...
- Two minutes. Olivier.

I hope you'll be as bright as your cousin.

Uncle, I need to use the toilet!

Have you been following Gorgoulov's
trial? It's an abomination!

Ah, is the child's uniform ready?

It's the right size. At least, I hope.

Here you go my boy, try this on for me.

What's the matter with you?

He pissed himself!

- Oliver... what's wrong with you?
- Never mind, I'll take care of it.

Come with me, you filthy little boy.

I beg your forgiveness, M. Le directeur.

Make nothing of it.

How long ago did his mother pass away?

4 or 5 months.

I'm worried we might have been
a little hasty in all of this.

Would you mind if I kept him for this evening?

No, not at all.

I'll try to cheer him up.

Do you like to go see Mayol, the singer?

Not really, uncle.

What then would please you?

- I'd love to go to the Lapin Agile.
- The cabaret in Montmartre?

That establishment does not allow children.

I used to go with my mother.

"Parlez-moi d'amour

"Redites-moi des choses tendres

"Votre beau discours

"Mon coeur n'est pas las de l'entendre

"Pourvu Que toujours

"Vous r�p�tiez ces mots supr�mes"

It's funny...

The last time I was here with mama,
we were sitting at this very table.

Why ever would your mother bring you here?

We came to dance.

Tangos, especially.

Olivier, are you crying?

No.

It's nothing.

We should not have come here.
It will only make you miserable.

No. On the contrary.

I'm happy.

Very happy.

Careful, Ch�teauneuf!

Your uncle could have brought you back sooner.

Go to bed now. Go on.

That should teach you not to wake everybody up.

Ch�teauneuf, don't be a show-off.

I run a quiet dorm and it will stay
that way. We're not in Montmartre.

- But it wasn't me, sir.
- Silence!

We don't answer back, Ch�teauneuf.

And now, go to sleep. Everybody.

You're a snitch, Ch�teauneuf!

Did you hear that? He's from Montmartre.

And already snitching on us!

No one talks to him. He's now on quarantine.

- Yeah, good idea.
- Silence!

Hey urchin. You can't play with us.
We don't need you.

Deb�zieux. Well done: 16/20.

Saron, almost perfect.
Once again, you've earned 19.

I kept the best for last.
No, Ch�teauneuf did not get 20.

After only 2 months, I wouldn't
expect as much from him.

Luckily for him, there are no marks below zero,

because Ch�teauneuf would have scored -6.5.

And for your enjoyment, I will
demonstrate how Ch�teauneuf...

translates the famous phrase:

"If you want peace

"prepare for war."

You haven't made any progress
during the summer, Ch�teauneuf.

Being Mr. Desrousseau's nephew or not,

you are not exempt from being intelligent.

Follow your cousin Marceau's example.
He was my best student.

Good morning, Olivier.

I'm Marceau, your cousin. We've met
at the house on a few occasions.

It's pretty hard to forget.

My Latin teacher never stops talking about you.

Good morning, Marceau.

No need to be formal, lad.

You're a poet? We'll understand each other!

"Child of a fallen leaf,

"subjected to every wind

"as the weeks and months of summer pass

"wrapped in the sheets of my friends' solitude

"I call the names of Bougras, Mado, l'Araign�e

"No answer to be heard. They have forgotten me.

"And so I ask: What has become of them?

"You, my parents as distant as strangers be

"What secrets have you not dared share with me?"

Not bad.

Inspired by Rutebeuf, and a
bit of a tearjerker, but...

given your situation, this piece is fitting.

That poem is private!

Perhaps I should teach you
the finer aspects of caesura.

I don't need your help.

Couldn't I be of use to you in Latin?

- What about your sister?
- Mind your own business.

I'm starting to like you,
obscure little friend.

I was afraid you would bore me.

My parents dumped you here for the whole summer?

Ah, the bastards!

They could have brought you with
them to Touraine at least!

I sympathize. I spent the last
8 months in the sanatorium.

I'm cured, finally. I'm just out
and I bring you back home!

Isn't life beautiful?

The headmaster will never consent.
You're mother picks me up tomorrow.

Nihil obstat.

I've just seen the principal,
and, between two Latin quotes,

I've told him that my mother
had instructed me to take you home.

You are free. I release you from
the bonds of slavery.

Long live freedom! Long live Andr� Breton!

- Who's this Breton?
- The pope of surrealism, of course!

The pope of what?

My God! I'll need to tend to your education.

You are now entering the Holy of Holies.

You may enter.

You are familiar with this apartment?

Yes. I mean not that familiar.

You must always look impressed by the luxury...

of good standing that is the
foundation of my parent's success.

They're really quite vain. Mother, especially.

She's a great lady, my mother.

She's wonderful!

I'm often angry with her, but I adore her anyway.

As for my father,

he's a dreamer who can't get over
having become a successful businessman.

This is the living room.

- You know what he really wanted to be?
- An opera singer.

- How did you know that?
- Because he told me, of course!

- We went to the Lapin agile together.
- That's just like him!

He took advantage of you to get away.

You've already reached a level of trust with him?

Yes, but he doesn't want me talking about it.

To my mother, perhaps. As for me,
you can talk about anything.

This is the dining room.

Impressive.

Come, I'll take you to your room.

Put your luggage on the bed and follow me.

And this... is my lair.

You like jazz?
Are you familiar with The Duke?

No.

What about Louis Armstrong?

No, not him either.

He's giving a Paris concert
at the end of this month.

Can you believe it?

Either way, I'm going to meet him this year.

My parents have offered me
a trip to New York for my holidays.

Getting sick does have its advantage:
your parents will grant your every wish.

Can you imagine?

I'm going to spend New Year's
Eve at the Cotton Club...

But I have a friend who's living in New York!

His name is David Zober.

I have no news of him.

Well then, give me his address.

I will find this little buddy of yours.

Are you familiar with benzoin?

No.

Take a seat. You'll get to know it.

- It's an intoxicating oil.
- For cooking?

Of course not!

I'm talking about the mind,
not the body.

Do you like this piece?

Yeah, really cool.

Indubitably! Duke Ellington!

Isn't this dangerous for
someone with tuberculosis.

That, my dear, is the least of
my worries. Besides, I'm cured.

You scared?

No!

- You've never smoked before?
- Yes, quite often. Some "Ich Lif" .

My God, what an accent!
High Life! "Vie �lev�e."

High Life.

You will experience the elevation of souls,

the communion of spirits.

You see, me... I would come
across as a type of Lafcadio.

Who's that?

- The Vatican Cellars. Andr� Gide. You know him?
- No.

The perfect crime.

When you think of it, the sanatorium had its merits.

I learned the two things
a man must lose in his life.

His virginity and his illusions.

Here.

"There, everything is order and beauty,

"Luxury, serenity and voluptuousness."

What is voluptuousness?

That is about to manifest.

Don't move, I'll be right back.

Olivier.

I'd like you to meet Julienne,

my mother's god-daughter,

resident of the Demoiselles
de la L�gion d'honneur.

She holds my mother's dearest fervor...

when it comes to my marriage.

- Julienne, I'd like to present...
- I know him, Marceau.

- You're the one who's mother died.
- Yes, that's me.

Out of kindness my parents decided to adopt him.

Would you like a benzoin ciggy?

No, thank you. My feet are killing me.

Saint-Denis is quite the walking distance.

Olivier, make yourself useful.

Julienne has sore feet. Remove her shoes.

Come on, hurry up.

Slowly, Olivier! Unlace them gently.

Give them a massage. My feet are really sore.

Don't tickle me. Just give me a massage.

Look.

Have you ever seen a woman before?

Have you ever seen a woman's breasts?

Oh, you little scoundrel!

You're a pervert!
How dare you!

This is not your place.
Now go to your room!

Scram!

Write me a poem about Julienne's breasts.

- Ma'am, where would you like this luggage?
- Carry them to my room.

Marguerite, tell the chauffeur
to bring in the apples last.

We'll put them in the store room.

Which is Master Olivier's room, now

Very well, madame.

Good day, mother. Did you have a nice trip?

- Excellent! Where were you?
- At the restaurant, with Olivier.

We weren't going to die of
starvation awaiting your return.

Come now. Give me a hug instead
of making vile remarks.

- How do you feel?
- I feel great.

Let me have a look at you.

You're right, you do look well.

Why did you bring Olivier back
a day sooner?

You could have let me know. I could
have avoided the detour to the college.

Listen, he'd been couped up
long enough, don't you think?

Ah! Good day, Olivier.

Good day, aunt.

I suppose Marceau has already
given you the grand tour?

He has, yes.

Very well. We'll now go to your room.

Since you are here, I will give you...

- The house rules!
- That's mean!

I hope you'll be comfortable here.

This is where we keep the
apples that we bring back...

every year from our estate in Montrichard.

Fortunately for you, the harvest
was not abundant this year.

I hope you like apple sauce and apple pie.

Here we eat it all the time.

- These are your belongings?
- Yes, aunt.

But they reek!

Well, we'll need to get rid of them.

Including the clothes you are wearing.

I will let you have Marceau's old things.

You can tell mother is from Auvergne:

to her, a spade is a spade.

My dear child, you used to be more witty.

- These books are yours?
- Yes, aunt.

Marie Bashkirtseff? How unexpected!

Schopenhauer?

You mean you're reading this at your age?

- No, aunt.
- It so happens he has...

a certain culture. I've read
one of his poems. It's quite good.

Anyway, what he needs most is a good bath.

I will ask Marguerite to wash
him in the laundry room.

That's right. We wouldn't want
him staining the bathtub.

Come on, Marguerite, scrub harder.
He's got to shine like a new penny.

Your cousin is a cute little angel.

- More so than moi, Marguerite?
- That's not the same thing.

You're a man, now.

Alright, Olivier. Come out and
dry yourself. Hop, hop!

Voil�!

I say, aren't we a wee bit
scrawny, my little urchin?

Alright. I'm going to burn your
clothes like Madame said.

Show me, Olivier.

Now, turn around.

It's funny seeing you wear my old trappings.

"Trappings"?

Ah, what an astute word. Do I
detect Montmartre's influence?

Marceau, your father and I decided...

to prepare a little surprise for your homecoming.

Julienne will join us for dinner this evening.

She will be happy to see you.

She spoke so often of you. Your father is
picking her up at the print shop after work.

- Are you pleased?
- Yes, mother.

I burn!

Oh how I languish for Julienne!

I love her, not as in the Underworld,

the ravager of a thousand men,

But faithful, proud and a little diffident!

The divine...

- Good evening.
- Good evening, monsieur.

Oh! godmother!

Good evening, godmother.

My dear, how happy I am to see you.

And I'm not the only one.

Marceau is thrilled that you
could join us for his homecoming.

It's been such a long time
since you've last seen each other.

That's true! I even wondered if
I would recognize you!

Can you imagine? It's now been over a year.

Seems to me like it was yesterday.

And your father, do you recognize him?

A your age you only change every 10 years.

At my age? Am I that old?

Anyway, you have a much better
disposition than when you left.

Good to see you.

Good. Let us have dinner so that
Julienne doesn't get home too late.

I must get you to test drive my new Delage.

Julienne.

Where's Olivier's setting?

In the kitchen. He's eating
with the maids, of course.

Why then did you tell him
he was a member of the family?

They cured his illness, but
apparently not his character.

Thank you.

Marceau, return immediately to the dining room.

Your stew is truly marvelous, Blanche.

Thank you, M. Marceau.

For the last time, return to the dining room.

Delicious, don't you think?

Blanche, see to it that M. Olivier
joins us in the dining room.

- Yes, madame.
- Dear aunt, there's is no need.

Oh please, don't give me that!

Come on, let's go.

Look, Olivier.

Like this.

Sorry, aunt.

It's not your fault, Olivier.

Take note however that we don't say: "sorry",

but "Please excuse me."

In conclusion, Olivier, we are too good for you.

Well my friend, say something.

Yes.

Be nice to your mother, Marceau.

What is that dress you're wearing?

Rochas? Poiret?

No, Schiaparelli. What else you'd like to know?

I do like it.

- However...
- Yes?

Your necklace doesn't suit it.

A little flashy, don't you think?

We can discuss it further
after our meal, if you like.

Excellent idea, mother.

Besides, after our little cafe, you and
Julienne could play us a duet?

With pleasure, god-mother.

With pleasure, mother.

With pleasure, aunt.

Olivier!

If you want us to keep you,
you must change your attitude.

Go to your room immediately.

- But, aunt...
- Immediately!

Very well, aunt.

You're worse than Hitler.

Marceau, illness doesn't excuse everything.

I need no excuses, mother. And I'm not longer ill.

Marceau... Marceau!

Marceau, wake up!
Wake up!

Please, wake up!

I'm okay.

Don't move. You had a spell. I'll get your mother.

No, Olivier. You didn't see a thing.

But it might be serious. You must see a doctor.

Listen, Olivier.

All the tests indicate I am cured.

Makes no sense to worry mother
over a sudden fatigue.

Marceau!

Olivier,

if you are a brother to me,

swear you'll never speak about this to anyone.

Okay?

Come on, swear it.

I swear, Marceau.

Thanks, Olivier.

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