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The Joker

Quick, it's my husband!

Edouard, quick!

Yeah, yeah. I hear you!

- Shall we meet later? - Yeah.

- Don't let me catch you, you pig!

Go straightway to the slammer!

Disgusting, filthy pig!

You fancy yourself a great performer?

I will track you down, you scoundrel!

- You'll get it from me! - Cuckold! cuckold!

A beauty!

Red currant? Terrible.

Paul, how does it look?

Perfect, monsieur.

Paul, is my bath warm enough?

Just right, madame.

What's going on?

I just dropped in. I don't know any more than you do.

- But... - I won't harm you.

Just one thing.

You are delightful.

I shall return.

I present myself: Edouard Berlon.

Well, Paul!

The bath, how dreadful!

Attention.

Who was that?

Monsieur Theodose, the table is set!

Good morning, little Olga.

Did you get a good night's rest, monsieur?

Pity me! Maybe tomorrow.

- Edouard hasn't come home. - The restless child!

The famous invention, the chocolate, Olga !

Monsieur Guillaume, the chocolate is served!

Coming! Good morning, uncle.

- Good morning, Guillaume.

- Are you well today? In fine form? - Yes.

I can't say I'm displeased by the death of Sadi Carnot.

I'll draw him a black beard.

Very black.

Some dentifrice.

There.

My brother hasn't arrived?

- Monsieur Edouard? - No. The respectable baron!

That's enough. Don't start again.

Go, sweet child. Dry your eyes.

Ave!

Granny!

God, those doves! Those breasts!

You are always on me like a fly!

You are a sweetie pie. Is that so rude?

What will you do without your Guillaume?

- What if you lose me? - I will go looking for you.

Good morning, uncle.

Stand up!

"And each day, God..." Wait.

"...Gives us the same thing. Amen."

Never on time. Foolish Edouard.

Greetings, my family.

So, so and so, Jean-Baptiste, and so on.

Olga, the ham and wine.

Can you pass me the chocolate, uncle?

Mind your manners. You order everybody around.

- I have faith in everybody. - That's very true.

- Don't be surprised if he kicks you out the door.

Not the same old story again.

- A pretty progress report. - I've gotten by famously, haven't I?

5 jobs in a year. 8 days the longest.

- But the tires were... - The rubber. Yes, I understand.

The cavalry again to the rescue.

Some ham, Monsieur Edouard?

What do they all see in him, huh?

If you only know what I go through to support this family.

It is I who will pay to marry him off.

I believe I've found it again.

Exactly what is it?

- This ham! - What about?

Who can ever tell the difference?

I've never seen such a beautiful woman.

There she goes, waterworks again.

You plant it in the desert, it won't ever grow.

You say that without tact. You hurt Olga's feelings.

Edouard, smitten again with someone?

Is that true, my child? What a delight!

- Where did you meet her? - In bed.

- Really? - But, uncle,

you still doubt Edouard?

- How long has this been going on? - For an hour.

Surely it will last.

My heart beats so fast you won't understand it.

- Let's see who laughs last. - He who keeps rolling gathers no moss.

What?

It is in old kettles that we cook the best soup.

When I die, I shall entrust you to Edouard.

That's it.

The first time that I saw you,

Your bottom exposed. You were naked.

Turlututu, my sneaky, pointy thing!

Turlututu, my sneaky, pointy thing!

It kisses and cries aloud. The dog. The child.

Have you seen the sky this morning? Marvelous!

Our Illustrious Dead.

Another mouth made silent by its crimes.

My focus is improving. But there's Theodose.

Theodose, you lack the dignity of the dead.

Learn to be natural.

- And the death of Felix Faure.. - Did I sleep for a long time, Edouard?

But where is Edouard?

He dances. He declares his love. He grows. He sows his seeds.

He dances. He declares his love. He grows. He sows his seeds.

He dances. He loves. He grows. He sows his seeds.

I dance. I grow. I sow my seeds. I declare my love.

I dance. I grow.

He grows. He sows his seeds. He grows. he sows his seeds.

He has already given us 2 children. Give him more encouragement.

Did something happen?

Didn't they sleep well? Didn't they eat well?

Did they piss everywhere?

Ah, that!

Tell me.

I will tell you myself.

Your mothers were admirable but none stayed with me.

Don't speak that way to them.

They all fall back on my lap.

His children are your children. My children. Our children.

He has no child that doesn't belong to us.

- If not, whose is it? - There's the rub.

When a man meets a woman... it will involve everybody.

I hasten to add: that's the only problem.

That's true, uncle.

But when one thinks of the orphans of Auteuil

the little Chinese boys, the houses of toddlers.

You saw it on the paper?

I remember. Everyone burned to death.

- You've read nothing. - What do you know?

5 barracks of firemen were deployed.

The firemen?

All available hands.

When I think that it could happen to us.

And me, alone with the children keeping house.

Ah, good one.

And then, nothing.

When I think of all that might happen.

Don't take it to heart.

- But I want to live long. - Okay. Okay.

Feel better?

The imagination of your wife worries me.

You must look after her a bit more.

- I can barely restrain myself. - That's it.

Go and enjoy life! Pay no heed to bad thoughts.

Okay. To work!

I think I will go for a ride.

To work! Put on work clothes!

A minute then to finish my chocolate?

No!

No, Theodose.

What? Louis XIV can't stand up.

He can stand proud.

But he is dead, lying in bed.

His children at his bedside.

Pilou, with sadness. Where is Edouard?

- Go look for him, Pilou. - I'm here.

Take the crucifix.

Put on the bib.

- Benediction, my child. - A little grace.

You bless the king.

Pardon me.

Hold it.

- By the way, I've run out of shallots. - What do you mean?

Don't you want Bercy steak for lunch?

- Me? - Sorry, it was my request.

- Can't this wait? - I can't stand it any longer.

- What, you don't want steak? - Are you finished? In place, Edouard.

Good. So, I won't cook the steak.

Attention.

Don't go yet.

- Not through yet? - Call it a day. You wear us out.

That's 6 straight days playing Louis XIV.

After this shot, his death.

- How do I pose? - On your back.

But we're going in circles.

- Olga, are you cooking anything? - No, madame.

Clasp your hands. Crucifix in his hands, Edouard.

Pilou, with sadness, with tears. Olga, take out the children.

Odd thing!

Finally! Help me out of this.

- Where will you go this morning? - Monday, the banks of the Seine.

- I must catch up on some sleep. - You go accompany your uncle.

I can go alone if Edouard doesn't want to.

- Why would Edouard not want to? - But yes, uncle.

- You take the dogs for a walk. - They piss everywhere.

Not a good excuse.

7 kilometers on foot wear you out... Pan pan!

7 kilometers on foot wear out the soles of your shoes.

Ah! This fresh air, this gravel, these trees.

The air, my child

- Where you off to? - Taking a walk.

- If I feel fine. - You are very well.

Damn straight.

There isn't a day I forget my regimen of brisk walking.

- How about yesterday? - Yesterday, I had my reasons.

Discipline. With it, you can do anything.

The lungs first, then the legs.

And the moral, my little one, all must be in working order.

If I feel fine at my age

it is, first, because of the dogs,

and then women.

I have a weakness for these creatures who you walk, at a fixed time,

to relieve themselves.

Discipline!

- Tell me the juicy details. - What?

You are smitten, I can tell. My experience might help.

- She is beautiful. - I can sense as much.

- Have you brought her flowers? - I don't know where she lives.

- How did you meet her? - At her place.

- You are not making sense. - Complicated.

I left her on cloud nine.

- I believe it is by there. - Then retrace it.

Still a long way off. What are you standing around for?

Go, run!

Fix yourself. Some confidence. Some simple words.

They won't want any airs.

Go, run!

- So, we're sweeping? - Ah, the pigs!

You know the valet of a brown house...

A big one, Paul.

His name is Paul.

Know anything?

That's because I'm dropping off a big...

Just that... No, you don't know him?

No? Thanks.

Paul...?

Ah, the pigs, right?

You don't know...

No?

No, you don't know.

Ah! Here, at last, a dead one

with some character.

Yes, rather pronounced.

Ah, these two then!

Where are the crayons?

They get eaten

when you put them down.

Here's one.

You must send in the eulogy on The Death of Sadi Carnot.

- I put it on hold. - It's not finished?

- Put in some adjectives. - I did.

"And under the studded coat..."

"the vigilant heart of a Republican"

"that beat for justice and equality"

"comes of its own will to a stop"

"to the dismay of the general public,"

"suddenly and profoundly silent"

"a country who hoped for this man"

"a shining glory and a serene presidency."

It's not bad, right?

You must highlight just the same his physique.

- The physique of a corpse? - Well, yes?

- Write it yourself. - She nags herself.

I'm listening.

It's easy.

She's irritated.

The famine has spread along the Ganges. There are 80000 dead.

They must organize a rescue. Ah! What's new?

- Nothing. - Where are you going?

- To sleep. - What time is it? Calm yourself.

Wait for me.

- My bones are not that weary. - Calm yourself.

- She haunts me. - It is fate. It is fate.

- In what sense? - You decide.

In 1910, I recall someone by the name of Emilienne.

At 12 noon, she refused my flowers. At 4 pm, she refused me.

By evening, I had found a certain Henriette.

- I don't regret giving her flowers. - If I only had the same chance.

You never found her again?

In 1914, even if certainly without worries, a creature of my dreams...

I know that your Henriette never existed.

How dare you?

You regret them as if they were true.

You would like to be in my shoes.

Shut up, Edouard.

You would like to do all the things you failed to do.

Shut up.

Tell me about Emilienne,

about Henriette,

about all the women in your life.

Sleep. It's the best thing to do.

I will take care of the rest.

Come down to table. We're eating.

Edouard isn't here?

Poor boy, he is exhausted.

- Is he sick? - Edouard, sick?

- We don't say grace? - A second.

Dear God, don't let the sands of time run out before we pass this table.

- Do you believe that he hears you? - God does not like complaining.

Otherwise, I ask him nothing. Thank you, Lord.

Thank you, God.

Edouard worries me. But I will take care of it.

By dowsing, my boy.

- What are you going to do? - Take the initiative.

Pass me the map.

- She must have forgotten all about me. - Forgotten?

- Where could she be? - There could only be one response:

- In her chemise. - Oh, that's funny!

You can laugh all the same. Flatten down the map.

Think very hard.

The pendulum indicates Belleville.

I see a gathering.

And some helmets.

- Starting to get tired of it. - No!

When I met your aunt for the first time

I had the same doubts.

Again "common masses". Edouard, in place.

That one with his "Death of Socrates" !

Running out of ideas, eh? Work, work...

You complain obviously why you work !

- We won't wait after you. - Don't take that tone with my brother.

- It's the affairs of real men. - Take your places.

What does work bring you? No children, not even bastards.

Ah yes!

And what do you have? Again this woman?

Yeah!

I won't lose sleep that she makes you miserable.

He can't get hold of her.

Nobody, nothing. I pity myself.

Where did you meet her for the first time?

Sky, the skylight!

Going to scram again! Edouard! Oh shit!

- You are going to stay in touch. - Yes, sure.

- Will you come back? - I'm very busy at the moment.

Next week maybe...

There is no one, I swear to you.

Dirty bastard! You will see!

Rascal! Cuckold!

What the?

Well, there he is!

Did I take too long?

Oh, I didn't take too long.

A scotch? Thin it a little. A pillow too! Go!

- Madame... - I will ring.

I see.

Madame?

I sounded?

I thought you did.

Why didn't you look for me?

You are out of breath.

I searched all over Paris since I first saw you.

I ran all over in search of you. A scotch?

I ask you to leave.

Edouard Berlon, artist, florist, cyclist,

- Atheist. - What?

I believe in God, in you, in bicycles, in love

- And I shall corner you. - Another word

And I ring the bell. - Call me Edouard.

I will ring the bell. I will fling myself into your bed.

- On my husband's. - She is married!

What will he say if he finds me in your bed?

- He will ask for an explanation. - It's normal.

We go elsewhere. To Vesoul... To Arabie...

I rang.

To Buttes-Chaumont.

You are groping me, imbecile.

Madame?

Nothing...

Oh!

No, no, nothing...

Thank you, Paul.

Help!

Your feet are cold.

Bad circulation. Your feelings, maybe.

- It is me who should ask you that. - Me, who?

- Helene. - Helene?

It's not possible. All I hold dear is called Helene.

I must leave. I will come back.

Say nothing. You will see, I'm very rich and eligible.

Always breathing down my neck!

Attention !

For the last time, who was that?

- Generous folks! - There you are.

Some money.

That makes 2 hours you made us wait.

- Money fuels the war.

And what fuels The War of Flowers? Some cash!

And your lazy bones, do they know my 52 Grand Days?

I'm sick of your flowers.

He needs to buy flowers for someone.

Not for anything foolish, big brother. Just a bouquet.

I tell you this time, I will mark your words.

It is that, marked, as I'm forgetful.

You deserve a kiss.

I ask you in return a small thing: an hour per day.

A bike ride in the meantime.

Some flowers, in the morning, that can't be a bad thing?

No? Good.

Cuckold!

- Where is Madame? - She just went out.

Aren't you delivering something?

Edouard, some flowers. Some flowers, Edouard.

It doesn't seem often you come home with a smile.

- Would you say it's the first time? - Let's not exaggerate.

Shall we dine together?

"This delivery represents part of our deal."

"We shall deliver to Sapic the said quantity of our stocks"

"until the 25th of the month, under the same conditions."

"We shall deliver the last wagons in the next 15 days."

Hello, Pepin, send me the report on nickel.

- It's you, Taquet? - No, it's me.

- Who is Taquet? - The chief of manufacture. A pearl!

I found the pearl of your necktie.

Pepin, sell all the nickel. All.

No, I didn't mean you.

- What are you doing this morning? - I found the pearl of your necktie.

Hello? Oh, amusing.

Hello, Pepin? Don't sell anymore.

- So what? - I also telephoned Paule.

- How is she coming along? - She is growing big.

Hello? Oh, not possible.

Hello, Pepin? Sell quickly.

- Can we dine together? - One moment.

Taquet, I will wait for you.

- Is she getting big? - She is 8 months old.

Is she is going to Switzerland? Hello, Pepin?

Taquet !

Hoo hoo!

Oh, my Lord!

Helene, wait for me!

Helene, it's Edouard! It is Doudou!

I want to show you something.

No, when I say no. No, no!

You flunkey, let's go!

Okay, Pepe, let's see.

- It is a little big. - Well, yeah.

An idea!

- You called the public service. - Me?

No fire is too small for us.

- Oh, you scoundrel! - Rats, he recognizes me.

- I'm here for the plumbing. - Something leaking?

Oh, no right to enter. No right!

Don't insist. I recognize you.

All the same, it is foolish how you sweep me away..

- Who is this? - A street sweeper.

Send him to the madame.

Ah! You see!

- Madame is here? - Pardon me, Madame is not well.

The Winchester has arrived. A good weapon.

- She has fallen ill? - We are going to see.

Monsieur!

Andre, I don't feel well.

- Madame wishes I call Dr. Ponte? - No.

- What did you do this afternoon? - I telephoned Martine.

Perfectly done.

Always very good what you do for us Paul.

But I'm afraid I won't' be able to sleep tonight.

You worry me. You seem to be in distress.

You want to go out? A small party.

Enjoy ourselves!

Perfect, madame.

Hello, Paul? Are your feet well? Your eyes?

Madame? Madame, is she there?

- To whom do I owe the honor? - You heard nothing? About health.

(Paul coughs.)

You have the flu besides? Go look for Madame.

Here the young Berlon. Yes, yes, Madame.

Well, monsieur.

So here... Here...

This can't wait any longer. No, I assure you my dear...

My dear...

Shucks, what's her name?

My dear... my dear Helene.

We should get married.

Madame is not in the apartment.

She isn't there?

She must be elsewhere.

He hung up, that jerk.

Sickly bloke, he makes me mad. His boss's behavior, too.

I don't need anyone to laugh at me.

Excuse me. I've had my eyes on you from the first moment.

- And your friend? - She is no problem.

And you have no problem cozying up next to me.

Okay. Okay. I get the hint.

- You have such enthralling eyes. - Is it true?

- No one has said that before? - Yes, but not like that.

In 5 minutes, let's get out of here.

- I'm with a friend. - Bring her.

Monique?

Oh, you are delightful, Monique !

- You should be more careful. - I don't waste time.

- Don't you come on strong? - Yes..

- Understood? - Who are you?

I will tell you.

In a moment, let's leave without anyone noticing.

- Why? I'm alone. - Because.

Okay, play me "The Waltz of the Lions."

It is a lion who sings with a growl.

I'm too fierce. I disturb the peace. One must beware.

I am, I am, I am a lion...

I am, I am, I am a lion...

I put on my glossy mane, my rough neck

I'm after all the grand king of nature.

I am, I am, I am a lion...

I am, I am, I am a lion...

I am the lion who rages.

I am the lion who sings with a growl

I am, I am, I am a lion...

I am, I am, I am a lion.

(Whistling.)

- Who is whistling? - It's I.

We are not in Texas.

- You want to become my girl? - Yes.

Shall we go dine on some oysters first?

- Okay, come. - Where?

To the sky.

It is a huge house.

- Who is that? - My mother.

- You are eating again. - Just some soup.

This is Solange, uncle.

Please take a seat.

You are the first Solange I've ever met.

The things settled in peace, don't you sense them?

Always, when you sense happiness.

To happiness, madame.

Oh crap!

What are you thinking of?

You.

Excuse me.

- Who is it? - My first wife.

Er, my brother's wife. Wait a minute.

- You interrupted too quickly. - I'm thirsty.

Go back to bed with Guillaume.

Who is it?

- Not very pretty, right? - Good. Is that all?

Guillaume was mad today. There was a storm brewing.

It wasn't business as usual. You know what I was dressed in?

I played the guinea-fowl with some cabbage.

- What did Guillaume say? - Nothing. Why?

Poor fool!

My little darling!

Let's see then.

Doudou!

Excuse me, okay?

- Who was it? - The husband of my wife.

Er, my brother.

Had I known, I wouldn't have come.

Guillaume has the right to be thirsty.

- Besides, he didn't look. - It isn't that.

- You don't have a room? - It's complicated.

- You don't like my family? - This isn't the castle of a grand king.

- I've had enough of it. - My big moth.

Doudou!

You are still here, you merrymakers!

Hide, this will be a laugh.

But you are alone? Has she left?

Can I speak? Not now, uncle.

Edouard, you deceive me.

This girl looks nothing special.

- It isn't Helene, I think. - No.

- She is gentle, Solange. - I know.

We are always faced with a false dilemma.

Myself, my little one,

Before your aunt, I had some so-so flings.

You think of Louise, there is Jeanne. Think of Paulette, there is Leonie.

Poor human nature.

It is good all the same, eh, my big girl?

But yes.

- My time to leave. - Edouard, you are a monster.

Excuse him, madame.

Where are you going, my little sparrow?

Ah, the crazy family, you know.

You are free when you quit it.

When you decide to start your own family.

Do you want us to lay the first stone?

You are not going, are you? Where can I find you again?

Let's meet again even just once.

I will call a taxi.

Wait, eh? I call a taxi.

Hello, Paul? You asleep, old man?

- To whom do I owe the honor? - It is Edouard.

- Edouard Berlon. - Is there something wrong?

- No, nothing serious. - So what is it?

- Why I called you up at midnight?

Is Madame home?

Ah, this obsession!

This obsession of hanging up.

Well.

Olga!

Are you sleeping? Wake yourself, I'm here!

You will wake up the children.

- What's the noise?

Edouard, you are going too far. When will this end?

And in front of the children.

Olga, tonight, I'm at your service.

Do you smell the gas?

I fear something worse. I convene the family council.

Edouard isn't happy.

Go to your room, Pilou! This pig is upsetting me!

Before the children!

Sodomy!

Your nose is twitching.

Oh the blessed ones!

- He left right after. - As usual.

Please, Pilou.

You will see, I'm going to kick him out.

That would be good. That will teach him a lesson.

There should be a minimum of common decency to uphold.

Oh, Theodose!

Sing, dance, do your thing like your father.

You will get the worst of it,

straight in the kisser. My poor friends,

Life is another thing.

Life. It has rules.

It is planned.

As it should be.

But who will have to worry about your future?

It is Guillaume. It is uncle.

Santa Claus, that's who.

No! No, no! Ah no!

The illegitimate children,

the women, the carousals...

of that raging bull! Don't get me started.

Shut up, you dogs!

Get that in your heads?

I put him through boarding school. Me.

Down the drain, all that! What does he do, at this moment?

He is thinking about it.

He wants the wide open road. That's where he should be.

- You will do the same to your uncle?

Don't take it to heart, Guillaume.

I want to convene the family council.

Can't you see it from Edouard's point of view for once?

- He is short-sighted.

I don't like my family to grow narrow-eyed.

Olga, bring the butter.

Are you plotting something?

For your welfare.

Goodbye, Edouard. Olga, prepare his suitcase.

In that case, you won't know my decision.

What?

I'm going to get married.

Get married?

With Helene.

- You've talked to her? - She isn't married?

Yes.

She divorced? And how!

Well, we will leave here, Helene and I.

She knows about this?

No. I'm going to see her.

Bravo, Edouard.

- Be happy - I am.

Is it true, this story?

- If you could see her... - So don't look sad.

My children, I appreciate you even more.

Silence! Follow me, men and women.

I imagine what Helene must think of all this.

She hasn't had time to ask herself that question.

- Really? - There are no two ways about it.

About love? Just one way, Helene.

We share with whom we love.

Love is learned, therefore one teaches.

- Shall we start my education? - Immediately.

I love everything.

- Will you have enough time to tell all? - We have our lives ahead.

I love creation, the beasts, the machines, my fellow creatures

- And all that is to come. - In advance?

Yes, certainly.

And me, what am I in all this?

- A plant. - What kind?

A creeper? Do I have thorns?

I would like to know.

Those that seem never to bloom

but ultimately bloom.

It will take me a lot of sun, cautious as I am!

Of course.

You need a greenhouse. I know it.

Come and see.

This comes from Mexico.

When she grows she will yield rubber sap.

Under the bark, you will find the source of paper..

At the core, the central stem is a fiber of thread.

With it, men wrote the memoirs of their empire,

sewing their robes, quenching their thirst,

and last but not the least, it burned. - Oh!

What's more beautiful than fire?

You are playing with fire...

Interesting way to flatter someone.

Nothing more to add.

- Me, as well. That's helpful, right?

- Do you believe that this kills? - I suppose, yes.

It is capable of making you happy. In battles,

the bivouacs, the formations, the assaults, the frays.

- You've already been to war? - Never. It is too odious.

Are you afraid of dying?

I'm never afraid of dying. I don't have the time for it.

- You have all the time ahead. - You likewise.

Me?

What can I offer you?

Something warm. I'm shivering.

- Is it warm enough? - Yes, I feel better.

Let's get away from it all - the air, the sun !

- Say this doesn't excite you? - No, not at all.

Not afraid? No. I would like to fly away.

How it swoops up!

Look at the passersby. They look like so many ants.

With your imagination, there is only one thing.

Wicked!

You are silent. Are you keep something in?

What are you thinking of?

Tell me. You sit there like a poodle.

"No sugar, Paul?" "Accompany me to the doorkeeper."

Did I cause you pain? Not serious.

Edouard...

- Let's go to Theodose. - Who is he?

My uncle.

You are going to enter the house of Theodose.

Like you pointed out,

there was a bone in that earthly paradise.

None was more important.

Therefore Eve is chasing it. Look there.

You wish for nothing else. You have the right to remain there

since you never left the earthly paradise.

- Getting late, Pilou.

Let's go, Theodose.

- We're waiting. - I'm coming.

- What do I prepare tonight?

- Relax. - You are one to talk.

Look who's talking? Slacken a little.

- I like some dumplings. - Dumplings again?

What, again?

Yesterday, dumplings. Today, dumplings...

- Wait for a child. - Edouard is enough for me.

- I will make some noodles.

Are you ready?

One, two...

My little one...

One, two...

What now?

- You aren't dressed for the part. - I present you

Helene.

- My uncle Theodose. - Madame.

Pilou, my first wife. Er, the wife of my brother.

My brother, Guillaume.

You appear, madame, and the day is more beautiful.

And here is Olga, who prepared for us tonight...

- Some dumplings. - I love them.

Dumplings again?

I'm charmed.

The beauty of my house is yours.

What grandeur, what color, right?

The greens of the tapestry, too.

The green of paradise, madame.

Often I sit here and time disappears.

- She is beautiful, right? - Who is?

- The most beautiful woman. - You tell me.

We shall go hand in hand until the final day...

Here, make yourself useful.

- Shall I bring out the crystal? - The least of my worries,

But how they receive Helene...

So pretty.

If you had known her...

I love her more than ever.

I'm going to show the house to Helene.

I always dream of owning a house.

- You don't have one? - Andre doesn't want to settle down yet.

Andre? Ah yes!

- And you? - Yes, that's my dream.

One feels less alone in walls where one belongs.

Oh, who put that in your head?

You, on the way here.

You aren't paying attention to what you say.

At heart, I'm an idiot.

I let myself be one.

Where do we proceed? Where do we go?

To the topmost room!

- Presenting the wild beasts! - Oh, children.

- Olga, set it alight.

- Where are the knives? - We eat what?

- A little of everything. - Set all the knives.

Olga, your bonnet. It is crooked.

- Are you hungry? - Yes, a little.

- And you?

- Well, yes.

In the road a man meets a woman.

- Obviously. - You understand me.

- What is his name? - Pepe.

- He resembles your father. - Doesn't he?

And him. That is Jean-Baptiste.

Ah good.

- He is the image of his mother. - You know her?

- What? These aren't your nephews? - Not exactly.

- They are yours? - I believe so.

- You are a proud one. - Always.

- How do you do it? - I sniff, I track the scent,

- I seize you. - It isn't easy...

I'm sure that it is.

How do you do it? To fall in love at the right moment?

I prepare myself for any eventuality.

I'm under the impression that it's up and down,

- Laughter and tears... - Tears? Never.

That's no good.

I'm fine as I am. Why?

I never tell myself things like that.

- Yes. - No.

Right this moment.

You are always like today?

How many times have you said the same things to other women?

How many women have you had?

A lot.

Thirty?

Why thirty?

Maybe I have fallen as many times.

I don't recall anymore.

Liar.

Here is the bedroom of Theodose.

How old is he?

Here one is ageless. That's the secret of a house.

Since you arrived, you have changed...

- It shows? - You are our age.

The house has adopted you.

- You wish to dance? - Oh yes.

And I'm also hungry.

Helene, I shall seize the moment, as the house whispers

what it wishes.

I'm hungry.

- What does it do? - To look at things.

- You put your eye here? - Yes..

- What do you see? - What I desire.

Your uncle goes on his travels here?

Yes. I'll show you.

Make your port of call here? No? Is it too near?

Here then?

Here, I give you two children. A white and a black.

There, I capture you a lion, a giraffe.

- Right? - Can I?

Now, there's the rub. A couple has no right to touch each other?

All those materials that have real weight, touch them.

Everything which is not, this wood, this copper, this curve

is nothing, Helene.

Look.

This device measures the position of stars.

They have found the way to heaven to bring us there.

Calm yourself, Edouard.

I calm myself among neon lights, plastic, formica...

- Funny way to calm yourself.

No, Helene. The plastic! The plastic!

- But one must adjust to the times? - Not me.

- Modern times displease you?

- Me? On the contrary.

But it hurts to see them fail.

Who do you mean?

The pub owners, the fashion experts, the druggists,

- Those in public health, the soldiers.. - All the world then.

- And I put up with it.

- It's pretty.

Will you partake of this small feast with us?

I can't stay.

- You mean your husband? - I have to take him to the airport.

I just have enough time.

I would like to take an airplane at my age...

- Is he going far? - To Mexico.

You aren't leaving with him?

He has a return trip.

- You leaving too? - No.

- She will come back. - We shall wait you.

- But it will be late. - We sup late.

Come back. Edouard will miss you.

He knows everything. I taught him music.

And me, designing.

He dances like a dream. And what a lover!

It's true.

- Goodbye. - We best start then.

What a sumptuous meal, this turkey!

Finally, there's a woman.

Isn't she a little pretentious?

- There you go again. - I didn't say "ugly."

Was she naked under the fur?

How can you remain calm, Edouard?

You met her this afternoon...

And her ankles.. Did you see her ankles, Pilou?

That shouldn't stop you from having a good night.

Stand up.

Edouard...

Edouard?

Edouard!

Edouard!

- Four pairs of collar buttons. - Four pairs.

Two neckties.

Two neckties.

Three black buttons and a meter of silk thread.

Three buttons and a meter.

And the medications for the monsieur.

And I added some pills should you feel ill.

Yes. I see it is decided. You aren't accompanying me?

I'm disappointed, Helene.

Do not confuse drops and toothpaste.

Thanks, Paul.

Leave us.

You're not being yourself.

I know what this means, my little Helene.

And little Helene, do you know her?

- You feel better now. - Yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes.

Can't you wait for me to leave before you put on a carnival?

Paul!

Make sure

Madame does not lack anything.

- Did you pack some underpants? - I put in a dozen pairs.

What a child you are. You make noise, you are restless

And you think you're happy. It is cool

if that saves you, my dear friend. Paul!

- What time is it? - Time to go, monsieur.

Perfect. Just the time.

You accompany me?

I'll fall asleep standing up.

Standing up, two pieces of wood. Of logwood.

Fishing pole has a line, bottom line, bottom of panties!

Monsieur!

What is it?

The same piece I always play.

- Why? - Because I don't know anything besides.

- Do you play it for women? - Yes. Every time.

The "earth" isn't as beautiful as the "hearth," Helen.

And I know a place for us.

In simple things.

In long, low rooms made to last

full of fur,

the fire in the thick of winter.

We shall have cattle, big russet dogs,

and when we go indoors full of aromas,

you partake of fruit and milk.

I will tell you of pure things.

In front of us, limitless bounds.

And all the way to the horizon 7 planes of trees and lawns.

You at the window

And in each window a new sky.

- Helene ! - Let me go, it's better.

- Helene... - Let's be serious...

Goodbye.

Your family is charming. Thanks.

Yeah...

I was just kidding.

Alone.

Yes, alone.

Alone, alone, alone.

I am alone, alone.

Cream of tartar, yes!

One, two!

She only hurt you. Say "ah"!

Ah, I laugh.

To see myself so beautiful in the mirror.

- He is drunk. - But why?

Tell her to come and see me looking in the mirror.

- What is wrong with him? - He is cold.

He sings out of tune, besides.

No.. Some lemon juice, and a cup of coffee.

Give him a sedative.

Goodbye, my beautiful duchess.

I give up on you and let you go, my tenderness.

I'm going to die.

Goodbye, my beautiful duchess.

He only sings that on ominous occasions.

As when the Germans were entering Paris.

Edouard was 10 years old.

Rome replaces Sparta.

Take this vitriol. Thanks, general.

He can't see clearly. Guillaume, take out the women.

Go.

Sleep. Do you want me to read you something comforting?

What I've written is more beautiful than life.

Goodbye, uncle.

"I want my ashes

"to scatter in the landscape of the people of France

- that I love so much." - Sleep.

If I was a woman...

What could I possibly do to help him.

Leave me alone.

You keep yourself busy, my big boy, take in the fresh air.

Die, yes. Let me die..

So?

You alone can help distract him, uncle.

One can miss, too!

- Edouard, your turn! - My turn?

You see me?

You hear me?

Wait!

A bird crosses the road covered with horse dung!

It's a blackbird. What a struggle. Come and see!

A cart

a load of cabbage pulled by three black horses.

Look at their buttocks, my friend, like landmasses.

And how they steam.

There a lion!

Two lions.

A bull!

And a rose!

36.9.

Beautiful skies! Yes. the weather is fine.

If you please.

- Pining away little by little. - But no.

I'm talking about Edouard.

- You must help him. - I wish as much.

I'm thinking of going to look for her.

- You going out? - Not that important.

This cannot wait.

Edouard has lost his appetite, his sleep, his smile.

He wishes to be over with this whole affair.

- I got kicked out of paradise? - I'm afraid so.

Stop that!

I'm not going to take a lover just to please you.

- Yes! - Well?

- He does not amuse you, Edouard? - Yes, a lot.

You should just jump in with eyes closed.

Why closed?

If I was in your place...

- What? You love him? - Who doesn't love him?

If only you see the house without him!

We go through the motions. We get bored.

- Because of me? - Yes.

- Come with me. - Not against my will.

- But seeing it might amuse you. - Yes, but it scares me.

It makes me frightful.

Madame, Monsieur has returned.

Andre! You made yourself very scarce.

I find you more calm. You've rediscovered your normal colors.

You know that the price of nickel has rebounded?

491 against... Guess.

412.

412...

412.

Yes...

- Wasn't that good? - You could have shaved first.

I met up with Kramic, Levi Lowen and Dupuis Voltat.

They haven't changed, those jolly fellows.

I am wary of the price of tin these next few weeks.

- Those rogues amuse you. - Yes.

And you go to America for that.

To Mexico.

One finds there the most extraordinary plants.

Yes, perfectly.

Out of them one makes canoes, robes, books, fire.

- You want to fly there? - Yes...

You speak to me of ugly people and awful colleagues.

They are ugly, sure...

Pardon me but I have my share of them too.

They are funny.

They are funny, yes.

It doesn't keep these rogues from delighting me.

Which reminds me, Laniel Junior sends you a gift.

Paul! The packet.

Laniel. You recall him?

He has taken over The Colombienne again.

Martinesco hanged himself.

It was his funeral that delayed me.

Let's talk about you. Were the shrubs delivered?

Paul! My dear Paul! I'm glad to see you again.

You had any adventures? What happened to you?

- Women? - One has enough to do alone.

Where are you going?

- I'm cold. - I'm going to look for fur.

Fur, Helene.

The hair is excellent.

You can lick, bite, swallow

the fire, the water, the earth on it.

Feel the earth, Helene.

One isn't far from the beasts. Beasts, yes.

Beasts of a generous God.

There are corners full of sunlight

better than here.

Where I am, each instant is always better.

- There is no buzzer to ring... - To call whom?

Happiness is here, with my servant. You can go dine on some rabbit.

There are people who come here? It is dirty.

It is a corner for savages.

I'm cold.

You keep repeating yourself. Not surprisingly.

- I'm cold. - You make me sneeze.

What if we go to the Coast?

- Is there a telephone here? - I'm going to see.

You eat them without skin, those potatoes?

Come see here.

I'm going to show you something.

- I know well what it is. - Let's go.

She's not your wife, right?

- How shall I call you? - Monsieur Edouard.

I'm a Parisian.

- From where? - The house of women.

I want to teach you something.

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