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JUNE 1959

Write down your address…

I'll pick you up at eight pm.

Perfect.

-See you tonight. -See you later.

This is hardly the time to be hitting on girls.

It's always time to hit on girls.

In fact, it's the best time.

The High School Diploma freaks chicks out.

So, they're vulnerable.

It's in the pocket. Get it?

I get that I don't get English, so I'm dead.

The physics exam was easy compared to English.

Quiet down, please.

Don't worry. Do you know anyone worse at English than me?

Do I look worried? No. Just think about three weeks from now.

St. Tropez, the chicks… We're gonna have a great time.

Move forward, please.

Before St. Tropez, I want to know what will be in the exam.

You want to know? You make me laugh.

Listen, it's all set up.

I hid a small dictionary,

in the bathroom.

I'll go after half an hour, and you go after me.

Won't we get caught?

I told you, don't worry about it.

You may begin by writing your name on the top right of your papers.

-Ma'am? -Ma'am?

-Yes? -May I go to the bathroom?

Come on. I'll accompany you.

You have one hour and five minutes left.

But, Ma'am, listen to me--

I don't want to know. You can tell the principal.

Ma'am, I swear it wasn't me. It fell down when I pulled the flush.

And I suppose I didn't catch you reading it, either!

Silence!

Bitch!

Pack up your things. You're done here.

Are you still here?

What about the oral exam?

Stop playing when your mother is talking to you.

Are you practicing your oral exam? That'll be something.

Alain will pass it. He's going hard at it.

Oh no, listen, I can't do this anymore.

I want to, like you.

But I can't. Not until September.

When I'm a Junior.

No. No, wait, I said!

Just stop talking about it.

Alain, stop. Stop!

-Shit! -What?

-My mom. -Alain?

Alain!

Quick, get dressed!

-Hurry up! -Alain, where are you?

Oh, Alain!

You're crazy. Put something on!

Alain?

We'll say we were too hot.

Why were you in the dark?

Um, I don't know. I mean…

Anne-Marie came to see me and…

She's sick. I mean…

I mean, I think that…

Yes, I think…

I think that.

Mr. Alain, here's your mail. It might be your results.

Yes, I think this is the stamp?

Jean Pierre? Hello?

Yeah, me too.

36 points. I didn't pass. And you?

Yes.

You know, 33, 36, same difference.

What's done is done. Pack your bags and let's get out of Paris.

Mom? Look, what do you think?

Aren't they a bit too short?

What happened to you?

A nuclear attack?

Go on, go on.

Enjoy it. You won't be laughing for long.

What's going on?

I just spoke to your father on the phone.

I told him about your brilliant results.

And?

And,

you'd better pack some sweaters too.

Because… St. Tropez

-isn't happening. -What?

After seeing your grade in English, he decided something, and I agree.

A little trip to England is just what you need.

-A vacation in England? -Oh, no.

Not just a vacation, my boy.

We're going to combine business with pleasure.

Pleasure?

Yeah, right…

Rain and fog.

What about Alain? I said he could stay at St. Tropez.

-I can't do that to him. -You're right.

Thanks for reminding me. I'll call his mom.

I'm sure his parents would love it

if he improved his English.

I'm telling you, English girls are easy.

Listen, Alain. Would I lie to you?

Over there, we just need to click our fingers.

Anne-Marie, Anne-Marie, don't worry.

The longer she waits, the better it is.

She'll be eating out of your hand when you come back in September.

No. Trust me, Alain, we'll have a great time.

-First time on a boat? -Yes, apart from Lake Léman.

Seriously?

We should drink to that. Let's go.

To us!

To English girls.

Or rather, to them. What do you think?

Shall we dive in?

What would we say to them?

I don't know, anything.

You start. Your accent is better.

Go on. Don't chicken out. They want you to.

I don't know what's wrong. I don't feel too good.

Are you sick?

-Have some whisky, you'll feel better. -No, stop, I don't feel well.

Wait here. I'm going to get some air. Your damn beer!

Hey!

Careful!

That's my suitcase!

-What were you doing? -What?

Nothing. Nothing. Just walking about.

Everything's just fine.

Grab your suitcase. Let's get out of here.

-Yes. -Do you have the tickets?

Yes. Yes, hang on.

Hurry up. We're not there yet.

Easy to say.

You're lucky if you understand anything.

-Got yours? -Yeah.

Shit! Look.

It's the champagne for the English family.

An old lady fell and broke it.

Let's go.

It's so they can keep tabs on you. My mom reeks of Chanel N°5.

You'll reek of Veuve Clicquot.

No, no. Everything's fine.

Oh, shit!

Thinking of Anne-Marie?

Yes. How did you know?

It's normal at this time of day.

Sometimes, I wish I had a girl.

You have 50. Isn't that enough?

But I don't want 50.

I just want one,

who I've known for ages,

with loads of memories…

I say that now. Tomorrow, I'll say something else…

Wow. Great atmosphere here, don't you think?

Yeah. You don't like the atmosphere?

Remember the beginning of the movie Moonfleet?

The cemetery at night, and the kid hiding who saw everything?

Look. There's the kid who saw everything.

A dog? What's he saying?

-Help me out, don't be an asshole. -I don't know!

Well, he seems very friendly.

-You'll certainly get better at English. -Don't be a jerk.

Right, well, I better get going.

What are you gonna do?

My lot didn't bother. They just drew a map on the letter.

He's gonna break my suitcase!

Attention!

Hey, Jean-Pierre!

If his sister's hot, save some for me, okay?

Ah, yes, la Somme.

No, I'm not hungry.

She's very clever.

My task, along with my government…

The road is hard, but it is beautiful.

The goal is difficult, but it is great.

Idiot!

Thank you.

-Did you hear how he spoke? -Yes.

I bet you're pals with the French boy who came yesterday.

-Oh, you're French? -Can't you tell?

Oh yes, of course.

So, you know my friend?

I haven't met him yet. But everyone knows everything here.

-My name's Pierrot, and you? -Alain.

It's easy to find your friend.

Go straight ahead, and it's the second on the right.

Hey, Alain!

Where were you?

I couldn't find your house. Luckily, I met a French guy.

And guess who I saw?

Your soulmate?

"I swear, Ma'am, it wasn't me."

-Oh no, she's here? -I ran into her at the bus stop.

But listen, she was with another French girl.

Really blue eyes, really slim waist,

really slim legs.

So, really cute!

You saw all that getting off the bus?

Oh, believe me, I could fall in love with her.

You changed your tune. What about Anne-Marie?

What should I do? What should I do?

I'm not gonna act like a monk just because I'm dating a girl in Paris.

Why are they looking at me like that?

No, it's nothing. Let's lose the kindergarten kids.

But first, I've got to show you something.

You'll be glad you came.

Oh, very clever.

What?

Shit, she's not there.

Go on, move.

On the left! The left!

Go on!

So, shall we make out with them?

It's all or nothing with you. You have to be methodical.

You don't make out with any old dog just to pass the time. Be methodical.

Are there onions in this?

Yeah, why?

No reason.

After the apples.

When you want to make out with someone,

the most important thing

is the eyes. The eyes.

Curved eyelashes, bright pupils,

the upper eyelid half closed.

And then there's the mouth.

Moist lips. But not wet.

Just moist.

Cigarette in hand, you walk up to her.

Then it's a piece of cake.

Look at the name on her chain or bracelet, and you start talking.

You can't let them talk though, otherwise you lose it.

-Jean-Pierre. -What?

Look at the three chicks behind you.

Me and the brunette.

Shall we go?

Well…

I'll take the brunette, you take the blonde, okay?

I don't have much choice. I'm not making out with the dog.

Come on, let's go.

Wait.

What?

What's the matter?

What are you doing?

What? Isn't that right?

Oh dear…

You make a "promenade" with us?

A "promenade", you understand?

-What's she saying? -She has to wash her hair.

You're going to enjoy yourself.

Aren't you going a bit far?

You need to work out what you want.

Let's go.

Why's the grandma here? Can't she take a hint?

You know, I don't regret failing English in the exam now!

That's the French girl from yesterday. Cute, right?

Yeah. It's a shame she saw you with a chick, though.

You missed your chance, buddy.

Watch out for the grass, it's slippery!

Hey, she's not even opening her mouth!

Maybe she can't kiss and walk at the same time.

Not enough air.

But Jean-Pierre…

What?

It's not working. She's still closing her mouth.

Just tell her what to do. Leave me alone.

Come on, it's not funny.

And that idiot keeps singing. It's putting me off.

Allow me.

-What are you doing? -Let me do it. Move out of the way.

-Hey! -Listen,

it's not just the eyes.

It's also a question of skill.

Yes. Hey, you're winding me up now.

Alain?

It's not working. How about yours?

No luck. She wants to stay on the bench. You said English girls were easy?

Give it five minutes.

Why you don't come with me in the…

in the "buisson".

Hey, Alain! She wants us to go dancing tonight.

I've never danced.

Doesn't matter. We'll do slow dances.

And at the end of the night… crack!

Stop. That's enough!

Oh, friends of mine. They're French.

Yes, hang on.

Hello, Frenchies!

Why are you on the bench? There's moss on the back.

Whatever.

-Pierrot, Jean-Pierre. -Hi.

Hi.

This is Britt. She's Swedish.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

They're cute,

but I don't think you'll get far with them.

Well, it's better than nothing.

Well, I better go, or I'll be late for tea.

I might catch you tonight.

Bye.

You know what? We should've gone to Sweden to learn English.

Hi.

Where did you find this little jewel?

Shut up, I'm staying at her house.

As soon as I left, she was hot on my heels.

You know what that cow did?

She spilt ketchup on a letter from Anne-Marie.

There was one guy, I wanted to smash his face in.

I don't know why I didn't.

Shit! We left Doreen there!

Don't worry about that.

You can never lose a chick like that.

Do you think they'll rearrange her face?

Hey, new guys!

Come with us. We're going to the Rock 'N' Jive.

Not tonight. Thanks anyway.

As you like.

Hey, Pierrot!

-It's the cops! -Let's get outta here!

Don't just stand there, come with us!

Everyone to the Rock 'N' Jive!

What a race!

We're on our own turf now.

Come in.

I heard you were doing something dumb again.

Would that really surprise you?

Oh no, nothing surprises me with French boys.

She's the boss. She's great.

She serves, her husband runs the place.

I'll show you round our headquarters.

Ah, Mireille! Come and meet my friends.

-Alain and… -Jean-Pierre.

Hello.

-Have you met before? -We've seen her around.

Really? You noticed me?

Yeah. In fact, you're the reason we're here.

Oh my goodness!

Come on, I'll introduce you to the others.

-Hi. -Hi.

David with… ahh.

With Liselotte. Hi.

-Hi. -If you want,

she's awkward on the dancefloor, but she's pretty good in the sack.

Right, meine Liebe?

Oh, David…

What a lady-killer. A different girl every day!

François!

End of the line. Everyone get off the train!

What?

Hi, are you the new guys? Do you know Véronique?

Jean-Pierre.

-Hi. -Hello.

Hi.

-Have you come to learn English? -Yes, why?

This might not be the right place. 2,000 French people per square kilometer.

-Are you that bored? -Oh no, not at all.

Not at all.

Ah, Claudie. Don't just sit there. Let me introduce you.

Alain and Jean-Pierre.

-Alain and… -Oh, no. Other way round.

I'm Jean-Pierre, and he's Alain.

-Good evening, Alain. -Good evening.

-We've already met a few times. -Yes, I think so.

It's a small town.

-Hang on, what are you putting on? -C eleven.

Let's see what he chooses.

-Asshole! -Loser!

Good choice. It will wake them up.

What's your favorite dance?

I don't care.

Well, it's just that… I don't dance.

I enjoy it, but…

I don't really know how.

Oh well, I'll teach you, OK?

I really don't know how.

So, one, two, three. One, two, three…

One, two, three.

One, two, three…

So, Jean-Pierre, you making a move?

Alain, what are you doing? It's an eight-count.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two. Come on.

One, two, three…

I just can't do it.

What do I do with my arm here?

With the arm? With the arm…

there, this is the ninth beat.

Ah! The tenth beat is a soda, because I'm thirsty.

See that? It's great.

See you on the beach tomorrow?

I have English class in the morning.

We do, too. Doesn't mean we're going.

-I bet you it's from Petit Bateau. -Let's shake on it.

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Mireille just pissed on the floor.

It's true, ma'am. It's disgusting!

-It's not true! It wasn't me! -Gross!

Gross! Gross!

I win. Those are panties from Petit Bateau.

You're right.

Hey, guys, look! Yes, we're coming!

"Dear parents, comma"

"everything's going well."

"My English family is very kind"

"and I'm learning a lot of English."

Oh! Ah no, no. No, no…

Let me get undressed!

Are you coming into the water?

Or is the water too warm for you?

I can't go swimming. I've got my period!

Oh, you're out of luck, man!

-Let's join the others. -Go ahead, I'll come along later.

Claudie, I can teach you this dance, soon!

No, you can't.

-Come on! -If you want to.

Play it again.

Already?

The sun's disappeared.

You're frozen.

Well then, warm me up.

Oh yes, like that.

This is even better.

Oh, they're gross. Can't they do that elsewhere?

You're jealous. What's stopping you from doing the same thing?

Come on.

Well, you're the teacher now.

-Stop, I'm no Casanova. -Yeah, shut up…

Unfasten me.

-What? -Unfasten me.

Alain…

-Alain… -What?

Alain!

-What? -More…

More…

Alain…

-Damn, they're here, get dressed! -So what?

-Quick! Well, we had fun. -Yeah.

Hey, Alain? Is that how you're learning to dance?

-Stop it, you're going to get blocked up. -You won't be able to stand up.

-Oh, you're no fun. -They can't take a joke.

-What is it? -Nothing.

Will I have children?

Hang on, bend your fingers.

Like that. Yes, you'll have two.

-Two? -But not with the same father.

-Not with the same father? -No.

And your heart line is all over the place.

What does that mean?

It means you're not very, very faithful.

-Faithful? -No.

Hey! And when you look at my hand,

do you see that I'll kick your ass if you carry on?

So vulgar.

Let's go.

Can't you eat alone?

I can't believe it.

My go. How many times will I get married?

Ah well, you have a different problem.

Why wouldn't you read my palm earlier?

I don't know anything. It's a joke.

Was it just to hit on Britt?

Are you jealous?

You must know a lot of girls in Paris.

Yeah, I guess.

I dumped a few last winter.

They were all the same.

They'd keep coming to my school or calling me.

I got fed up in the end.

And you know, I'm dating an older woman.

She's 25.

She's a model.

I was supposed to join her in St. Tropez.

But I changed my mind at the last minute.

Why?

I don't know. I just didn't want to go.

You know, nightclubs until five a.m. The casino, all that…

Is there a casino in St. Tropez?

Yes. I mean, no. The casino near St. Tropez.

No. I needed some time out, you know?

Because she's ready to take the next step.

She wants to marry me. She gives me the keys to her apartment, her car…

-What about you? -Oh, me,

I made out with a cousin on vacation a few times.

But I didn't like him. I just wanted to try it out.

We didn't really kiss.

Actually, this is the first time my parents have let me go away by myself.

So, I don't have much experience.

-You… -What?

Let's go back to the others. They'll be wondering what we're up to.

The picnic was fun, wasn't it?

We didn't see much of you, though. Lovers are in their own world.

You can talk. You were with Véronique.

You don't hide your feelings for each other.

Feelings? But I'm not in love with her!

It looks like you are.

Anyway, she's the cutest one in the gang. You go well together.

You looked cozy with Jean-Pierre, holding hands on the beach.

It's very romantic.

Are you going to dance tonight?

Yes.

Right, you're still taking dance lessons.

You promised to teach me. You won't forget, will you?

No, but if I teach you,

won't Jean-Pierre be jealous?

You can always try.

He's my friend.

You're afraid Véronique will get mad.

I don't care about Véronique. I already told her I don't love her.

I mean… not her.

You guys are strange. You date one girl, and you love another.

Sometimes we don't have a choice.

And it's thanks to me you met Jean-Pierre.

Why do you always talk to me about him?

I don't know. Because he's my friend.

And he's your boyfriend.

My boyfriend? You boys sure do jump to conclusions.

I don't mean you don't have others. I didn't want to upset you.

This is our stop, hurry!

So, do you have many others?

Many what?

Boyfriends?

Yes, a few.

But there's one special one.

He's older than all of you.

He's… a racing driver.

Really? Where does he race?

Well, everywhere…

You know, it doesn't interest me that much.

We talk about other things when we're together.

We go out a lot.

He takes me to clubs, to the casino. We often go to Deauville.

Why aren't you with him now?

I didn't want to. I needed some time out.

I'm going this way. How about you?

-That way. -Well, goodbye.

Bye.

Sorry I can't walk you back. I'm waiting for a letter.

You see…

I'm engaged.

So… OK, bye, then.

Can't that idiot close the door?

Shit!

"Shit, shit."

Alain's doing pretty well now, huh?

Yes, he's going to teach me.

Really?

-Well, I'll ask Véronique to teach me. -Well, yeah.

-Is Alain engaged? -Yeah, but not really.

Not officially.

He's been dating a girl for a year.

What's her name?

Anne-Marie.

Why do you want to know?

Has he talked about her?

Earlier, on the bus.

I was just wondering.

Alain!

-Guess who's here? -Guess?

Who is this?

-Don't get mad, I'm staying at her house. -Yes, but…

But that's no reason to insult me, is it?

I'll give some "more pretty" to this troll!

Have you looked in the mirror?

Let's do the soda bottle trick! Who's gonna do it?

-François. -François, yes.

-François! -I always have to do it!

-No, it's always me. -It's you.

-Ready? Music, maestro! -Yeah, ready.

-Shall we dance? -No, I don't want to.

Why don't we take a walk?

Ah yes, yes.

Yes, Okay. Err…

We'll sneak out, okay?

You go first and I'll join you.

I'll wait for you.

And now it's your turn!

I don't see why we had to drive. We could have walked.

Hypocrite.

Where are you going?

Jean-Pierre, I asked you a question!

If you want to be an idiot, I'm not interested.

If you want to go for a drive, drop me off here.

OK, fine.

You see. I didn't want to go for a drive.

Let's go in the back.

No, stop, Jean-Pierre. I'm tired.

Are you jerking me around? Who wanted to leave the club?

"I don't want to dance. Let's go take a walk."

It's my fault. But I don't want to do anything tonight.

No, stop, leave me alone.

Listen! Listen, you're hurting me.

No, stop!

-Leave me alone! -It's too late now.

I can't stop!

Come back!

Jean-Pierre.

You know, you have to be in love before sleeping together.

What are you saying?

You don't love me?

I don't know, yet.

We had our first kiss a few days ago.

It's different for you. You've been with lots of girls.

Well, yeah, but…

You've got to start one day.

You know, I'm only fifteen.

Exactly.

You're ready to be a woman. A real one.

If you were in Africa, you'd already be a grandma.

Making out doesn't mean anything. It's the next step that counts.

Look at the girls who haven't made love yet.

Geneviève, Mireille, Arlette.

Admit it, they seem kind of dumb.

But look at Véronique, Jennifer, Catherine.

-Catherine? -Well yeah, Catherine.

What do you think love is?

Do you like me, physically?

Yes.

So? Since you'll end up doing it one day or another.

Why not do it now?

I don't know.

I thought it was… That it was more than that.

I didn't say it wasn't.

Are you happy with me?

-Yes. -I don't bore you?

No.

-We have fun together? -Yes.

So, what do you think love is?

It's as simple as that.

I have to go home.

-Do you think I'm an idiot? -No.

I promise I'll think about it.

No comprendi, eh?

What we want is a real… nice girl. You understand?

I mean, we know those French mesdames.

Hello, Jean-Pierre.

I thought you were with Claudie?

No, I just took her back home.

These are two English friends of mine. We were just chatting.

Hello, mademoiselle.

-Were you heading home? -Yeah.

Maybe they could walk you back?

They look a bit strange, though.

Not at all! They're really nice.

Yes…

So, is that a yes?

Well, OK then.

-Bye, see you tomorrow. -Yeah, see you.

-Ah no, no-- -Hey, guys!

Look who's here.

-So, how was it? -What?

Little Claudie? Is it in the pocket?

What do you want me to say?

I took her home, that's all.

Jeez, you didn't make much of an effort!

You could at least tell your pals if it was any good.

-He's right. Was she any good? -Guys, you're a pain in the ass.

He fucked her, that's all. No big deal, right, Jean-Pierre?

Well, yeah.

That's right.

But little Claudie. Who'd have thought it?

I always told you, still waters run deep--

How deep?

Go in the water to fade the color.

I tried. It doesn't work.

Every other time, it's not normal.

Look who's coming.

Hello.

-Did you sleep well? -Have you recovered?

You've got bags under your eyes.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello. -Hi.

David, wait for me.

Hi! Are you coming for a swim?

-No. -Oh…

NAUSEA

Here, Alain, I brought your book back.

Why aren't you with the others?

I wanted to read by myself.

Sorry, I didn't want to bother you.

Have you seen Jean-Pierre?

You're asking me?

You guys don't do pillow talk, huh?

Go on, buddy, the water's great.

WE'RE IN THE CHEAP SEATS

Hey, you're wet.

I don't know what you said last night. I got lots of comments this morning.

I didn't say anything.

I don't like gossips.

-My darling-- -Stop, leave me alone.

-Wait. Wait-- -There's nothing to wait for.

What happened?

-Did you have a fight? -Yes.

I can't stand people who gossip.

What gossip?

You know what I'm talking about.

I didn't do anything with him. I mean…

Not what they're saying.

-Shall I walk you home? -Yeah.

-Aren't you cold? -No, I'm fine.

You smell nice. You smell of champagne.

It's my sweater. Veuve Clicquot!

I don't know what he did to her, but she doesn't want to do it again!

Maybe he did it like a brute.

He's so fast, maybe she's already giving birth!

-Alain must be putting her to bed. -Oh, that's mean.

Can't you just leave me alone?

Sorry. Jean-Pierre!

Dance this slow dance with me.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Alain's not here.

No?

Don't you care?

You're right, you know.

Boys and girls, it's so complicated.

Like me. With Claudie…

We each do our own thing.

In the end, I don't care. She can sleep with whoever she wants.

Its better like that, really. Buddies.

-Don't you think so? -Yes, yes.

Okay, let's stop. You'll be in better shape tomorrow, right?

You should go to bed.

You're right,

I don't know what's wrong tonight. I don't feel so good.

I'm tired, or maybe it's too much sun.

Yes, too much English sun.

Come on.

What are you thinking about?

Anne-Marie.

Which Anne-Marie?

Do you have several?

Who told you her name? Was it Jean-Pierre?

No, it was me. I asked him.

I'm an idiot. I didn't want to talk to you about her. I can't help it.

I haven't written to her in more than a week, I swear.

I receive lots of letters, but I don't care anymore.

I told you about her to annoy you.

I was jealous of your racing car driver.

I couldn't take you to nightclubs.

At least, not as often.

What's the matter? Are you bored?

Alain you know, there's no racing car driver.

I made it up.

You can be my racing car driver, if you want.

In the chambre.

Hey, Alain?

Yes.

We don't see you anymore. Are you in hiding?

If we don't see you because of Claudie…

you're wrong.

I would have dumped her one of these days. I was getting bored of her.

And I didn't lose out.

Remember Carol, from the house where I'm staying?

Well, last night…

Alain! Jean-Pierre!

Hey, guys, give us a hand here.

We're getting groceries for the barbecue. It's gonna be awesome.

Let's go to the old lady's. There's plenty of room.

Do… do… you… know… where I can… can… get… get a parapluie?

Do… do… you know… there's a place where I can buy a box of choucroute?

Choucroute?

With many, many saucisses.

And many… tranches de lard.

Take care of the old lady.

There, behind you, you see?

Your thing wasn't well balanced, was it?

Your pyramid was a bit weak, huh?

Stop, it's full.

It sucks that we only have two bags.

Nothing at all.

Three shillings?

It's expensive, here.

But because you're nice, we'll come back!

We'll come back!

Bye!

Come on, get a move on!

Careful of the bottles!

Hey, you assholes, you could wait for me.

-What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself? -No.

What is that?

The old lady's umbrella. Didn't you notice it's raining?

Carol? Carol?

The kid can't keep up?

Actually, sir, I am no longer a kid.

I'm 16 years old today. Ha!

-Today? -Yes.

Really?

Hey, wait for me!

Wait for me!

Food! Who wants food?

Hey, are you thirsty?

Come on, guys!

Oh, I can't wait to meet Jean-Pierre's English girl!

Is she really that hot?

Can you believe it? 28 years old…

-The bottle for me. -That's a real woman!

Even Britt is nothing compared to her!

Britt says, "screw you!" I'm flying back to Stockholm tomorrow.

Go fuck yourself in your Stockholm, duchess.

I don't care about chicks!

Hey guys, who wants a midnight swim?

And we'll undress the girls who don't want to go!

Oh, no!

If you love me, follow me!

Hey! What about me!

Where did Britt go?

-Have a drink while you wait. -No, no.

Did anyone see her after the swim?

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

-What if she drowned? -She can't have.

She must have drowned.

Britt!

What do we do?

Do something! We have to tell someone!

-Britt! It's Pierrot! -Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

Britt!

-Britt! -Britt!

What should I do?

I don't know. Maybe you'd better leave.

Britt!

Here.

Give it to him.

-As if I were-- -OK.

Well, let's go.

Where?

To look for her, since she "drowned".

This is all we found.

What are you doing? Are you playing, or what?

Well, I'm thirsty.

Shall I get you a soda?

Why the long face?

Are you bored?

-Hi. -Hi.

What happened to Claudie?

You're asking me?

Yeah, so what?

Didn't you see Claudie last night?

Why? Wasn't she with you?

Hang on, I'll be back.

Where's he going?

Here.

Thanks.

-Where are you going? -For a walk.

I can see that, but where?

To London.

To London? With whom?

With David, if you must know.

With David?

You're crazy, he's such a flirt!

So what?

Don't you ever flirt?

By the way, how was your tennis match?

Claudie, let me explain!

I have to explain, you'll understand!

There's nothing to understand.

Let me go, I'm in a hurry.

You can't go with David, you told me you didn't like him!

Well, I was wrong, or you misunderstood.

I think he's very cute.

How are you?

Have a good trip.

When are you back?

This evening.

But if we're too tired, we'll spend the night there.

Come on, let's go.

What are you doing?

Nobody wants to know they're second best.

I'm sorry, Jean-Pierre, but I don't want to be your back-up.

Yeah, but we'll leave afterward.

Forget it. Another cow, like all the others.

Oh no, Guinness is disgusting.

Good, we'll get drunk quicker.

And the drunker we are, the more we'll forget about those bitches.

Here's to us guys.

Hey, Alain! Alain! Come and dance

with Joyce and Brenda.

Oh! It's Pierrot!

What are you doing by yourself?

Come on, let's get wasted together.

We'll introduce you to two swell chicks.

40 years old, but swell. Are you coming?

No, no thanks. I don't want to.

You know, I went to the police.

They said if she'd drowned, they'd have found her body,

and nobody has reported any disappearances.

I don't get it.

She would tell me if she left.

Luckily, you found her chain.

At least I have that.

You know, girls are complicated.

-Come on, come with us. -No.

Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.

I don't know about that, Pierrot.

We're fed up with England and girls!

We're going back to France, right?

Back to Nantes. Right?

To Nantes. Come on.

But I'm thirsty, too!

Do you want to come with us?

To Nantes?

See girls, right? They'll never come between us.

Because we… We are like brothers.

-Through thick and thin! -Yeah, yeah.

We're like all the peas in the pod.

Yeah, but I'm sleepy.

Well, you can sleep over at my house.

Because, you know, we can't leave each other.

We've got to stay together.

You get it?

Together.

Come on.

Don't fall down the stairs.

This is my house.

Jean-Pierre, are you mad at me?

-Jean-Pierre, Jean-Pierre, tell me. -Where did I put my key?

-Jean-Pierre, it was open. -What?

You crash here. I'm gonna take a piss, okay?

I think I had too much to drink…

What a drag…

Hey, Alain!

Hey, this isn't my room!

We got the wrong house.

Alain?

Quick! Get your things! Hurry up!

Come on, hurry!

-Do you have my shoes? -Yeah, yeah.

Pierrot, have you seen Jean-Pierre and Alain?

No.

Not for two days.

I think they went back to France.

They'd had enough.

Actually, I'm going to do the same thing.

Didn't Alain say anything else?

Didn't he leave a note for me?

No.

When are you going back to France?

Next Tuesday.

What are you gonna do?

I'll join my parents in St. Tropez.

If I don't want to fail again,

I'll have to really work on my English.

And you?

Oh, I don't know yet.

My folks are fur traders on Rue Bergère. They never go on vacation.

I know we have a cousin in Sweden.

Maybe I'll go to Stockholm, see what it's like.

You'll get loads of chicks in St. Tropez.

I don't know about that.

But you have a way with girls.

Yeah…

I don't think I've ever had a way with them.

I'm scared someone will catch us.

Don't worry.

-Claudie? -What?

I want you.

Alain, you know, I've never made love.

Me… Me neither.

What about Véronique?

We didn't go that far.

We almost did.

So, it would be your first time, too?

Don't sulk.

Don't ruin our last evening.

It's already ruined, so…

Why couldn't those cops just leave us alone?

I love you, Alain.

I wanted us to sleep together before we left.

-Come with me. -Where?

Come into the house.

What if the English see us?

I don't care.

They won't hear a thing.

I don't want to leave things like this, either.

I want to be your woman in a real bed.

And I want to fall asleep in your arms.

Alain and Claudie wrote every day,

sometimes even twice a day for a month and a half.

They met up in Paris that September

and loved each other for almost a year.

During the next summer vacation, Alain traveled to the United States,

et Claudie went back to England.

That year, she met another French boy

who would become her husband.

Subtitle translation by: Jane Caldas