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- How was the blast?
- He's safe.

He's nearing the crater.

What the hell's he doing?

Jansen! Jansen!

...

- Careful!
- Okay.

Monday, February 2:

The French-Danish expedition
led by Prof. Jansen and Cmd. Lecot

discovers in the north of Greenland

the body of a man
preserved in the ice field.

Tuesday, February 3:
The wreck of La Galante,

a French steamer
lost off Spitzberg in 1905,

is found not far from the body.

...

The man's shoes dated
from the time of the shipwreck.

There can be no doubt,

the man had been imprisoned
in the ice for 65 years.

Friday, February 7:

An expedition helicopter

carried out the insulated box
containing the body in ice.

...

...

We'll go live
to the Paul Iquen hospital

for a press conference
by Prof. Édouard Loriebat,

expert in artificial hibernation.

Prof. Loriebat and Prof. Barkov,
head of psychiatry,

take their places
before the international press.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I can now confirm certain rumors

that have leaked out
since this afternoon.

After 36 hours of gradual thawing,

Dr. Barkov and myself
have discerned cardiac activity.

- Isn't that incredible?
- It's crazy!

After several hours,
the metabolism regained its normal rate.

The subject is physiologically
out of hibernation.

- Dearest!
- It's crazy!

To explain this
human act of survival,

what hipothesys
can you advance personally?

In 1905, the cargo and
passenger vessel La Galante

was transporting glycerin.

When it hit an iceberg,

the ice man was probably
immersed in glycerin

and instantly froze.

The glycerin also protected
his cellular structures

- and kept them intact.
- Oh my God!

It's wonderful, don't you think?

They find the intact body
of a man missing for 65 years

and they discover he's alive!
That doesn't amaze you?

That's all right.

...

Let's get back
to tonight's main topic.

As longtime president
of the French Packaging Company,

I've always had but one goal:

To respect, serve,
and pamper my loyal clientele.

I also, also, also
wanted our Paris factory

to be up to the standards
of the European Market.

The--

The French Packaging Company--
Move!

The French Packaging
Company must become...

...

...a company for
the day after tomorrow.

...

I'm merely following the example
of Mr. Crépin-Jaujard,

whose establishments are
the pride of French packaging.

...

I have not only the honor,
but the great pleasure,

of announcing
at this humble gathering,

the engagements of Evelyn,

daughter of Mr. Crépin-Jaujard,
and my son Didier.

Didier, the son of
my dear friends the De Tartas,

who could, who knew,

who understood, who felt...

How can I say...?

How can I tell you...?

- It's hard to say.
- Tell me tomorrow.

Look, look at the lovely couple.

A toast to the kids.
Be happy.

Or at least try to be.
Yeah, I know, I know.

Marriage is an institution
under attack.

Those outside it--

Counselor, that decoration--

- The Legion of Honor?
- The Legion of Honor.

- It came through.
- Thank you!

- When will I get it?
- Last week.

No, I said,
when will I get it?

Last week. I got mine last week.

I don't care.
When will I get mine?

I put a word in, it's imminent.

I needed it for tomorrow.

- Charles!
- Yes?

- Come here.
- Want one?

- What's this?
- The Legion of Honor.

You got it for him, didn't you?

Thanks for lobbying for my--

I need one for tomorrow.

That's--that's mine.
That's mine

Hubert, what are you doing,
Mr. Hubert?

- Can I call you Hubert?
- Please do.

This is fabulous.

Really fabulous.
Great refurbishing job.

We'll be a big success.

You and I will do great things.

For the kids' benefit.

I keep thinking about
that man who woke up

after being frozen for 65 years,
it's incredible.

- It's terrible.
- Why?

- An old 25-year-old.
- You're right!

An old 25-year-old.

Suppose he had descendants.

His grandchildren must be
old geezers our age.

What a drag.

Especially for the one
who gets dragged into it.

- Sir!
- Yes?

- The police are here, sir.
- What?

The police.

- Where?
- There.

- Sir?
- Mr. De Tartas?

- Yes.
- Urgent message for you.

I already know.

Thank you, sir, thank you.

Look, look!

General Secretary,
Minister of the Interior!

Mr. De Tartas, please.

The General Secretary
will see you.

- General Secretary.
- Mr. De Tartas.

- What an honor.
- Please come in.

Please sit down.

This summons must have come
as a surprise to you.

I didn't expect the honor,
Mr. General Secretary.

I'm sure you've
heard about the ice man.

I'm sorry, what...?

Have you heard about the ice man?

Everyone has.

The ice man has been identified.

Good.

I don't see what that has to do with me,
Mr. General Secretary.

You know the ice man's family.

It's a family
that's close to you.

Very close.

Very intriguing.
Which family?

Yours, sir.

Mine?

Yes, sir.

Mr. General Secretary,
my name is Hubert Barert De Tartas.

I know the names
of all my ancestors for centuries back.

Some fell on the battlefield
in Barbarous lands,

others died natural deaths
in their châteaux.

I guarantee no De Tartas
froze at the North Pole.

The ice man isn't a De Tartas.

His name is Paul Fournier.

Fournier.
Doesn't ring a bell?

There must be some Fournier
in the phone book.

Didn't you marry a Fournier?

You can't seriously claim,
Mr. General Secretary,

that the ice man
is related to my wife.

Her grandfather, sir.

- Wha...?
- He's her grandfather.

Mr. General Secretary,

I love a good joke,
but some humor crosses the line.

Sir, in my circles,
we rarely indulge in humor.

What a stroke of luck
for our country!

If the ice man survives,

France will get credit for
the greatest discovery of all time.

Survival!

What do you think?

Prof. Loriebat,
who has our utmost confidence,

is expecting you and your wife
at the hospital.

- Edmée!
- I need, sir, this check signed.

- Edmée! Edmée, goddammit!
- No need to yell.

- Oh, Rabier!
- Signature.

Sign here.

I was telling your husband
you should sign the checks,

since it's your factory.

...

Goodbye!

Where's your grandfather?

Where's your grandfather?

- Which one?
- Grandpa Fournier!

What a strange question.

He's been dead for ages.

- Dead and buried.
- Where?

Dampierre, I think.

Make sure.

What's with you?

I was very young
when mother died.

I'm sure I went to the cemetery.

I must clear this up.

- Can I know...?
- I need to know!

- Where?
- I can't remember.

- Remember.
- That way.

Come on.

- No, it was on a path.
- There are paths everywhere.

You search that way
and I'll search this way.

No.

No.

No.

Hubert! Found it!

Wait.

Here's grandmother Fournier.

He's not here.
She's all by herself!

She's alone.

Grandfather's somewhere else.

- I knew it.
- Knew what?

- Do you want to know where he is?
- Yes.

He's been in an ice cube
for the last 65 years!

Sound at all familiar?

...

- The ice man?
- Yes, the ice man.

Granny, grandfather's back.

- Hurry up!
- Be right there.

Sophie will take care of dinner.

- Well?
- Well...

I'm so excited about
meeting grandfather.

Edmée!

- Edmée! Where's your mother?
- In the garage.

- Here's grandpa.
- That's him?

- That's him.
- Cool.

- Look at the grandfather.
- Cute.

- Keep an eye on the kid.
- With pleasure, sir.

What does he want?

- Yes, sir?
- I hear Paul's back.

- Who's Paul?
- Paul Fournier.

Don't start that!
I have no idea.

- He's my oldest friend.
- I won't tell you anything. Anything.

- Is he back?
- You're in my way.

- I'm not holding the car.
- Yes, you are.

- Put it in first.
- Then what? Second?

I'm not holding you.

Let me go, please.

But I'm his oldest friend.

We're now entering
a sterile environment.

Ma'am, sir.

The slightest upset could
compromise his mental well-being

or his life.

He's still very sick.

He thinks it's still 1905.

One last thing:
You'll find he's changed.

Appearances don't matter.
My heart will know him.

It's horrible!
It's really horrible!

That monster is not my ancestor!
That monster is not my ancestor!

- I'm scared! Take me home!
- We're here for that?

That's Prehistoric Man!

Here, look, this is him!

Sir, calm down.

...

We were waiting for you
before we shaved him.

Then shave him!

Here are the implements.

Dr. Bibolini, one of our
eminent psychiatrists.

He's monitoring the mental state

and gradual rehabilitation
of your relative.

Who knows if he's my ancestor?

But if he is
and you've left him in that state,

all I can ask is, why?

I didn't think he was ready
to confront himself.

Today he asked for a mirror.
The time is ripe.

Any objections,
esteemed colleague?

I handle the physical aspect,
esteemed colleague.

Scissors.

Does he remember
what happened to him?

Snatches of his family life
before his marriage.

- He forgot grandmother?
- Seems so.

We told him it happened
after he fell off a horse.

Hubert! It's him!
It's grandfather!

You brought him back.
Thank you, profesor. Thank you.

What will you do with him?

We're taking him home.

I'm afraid, ma'am, that's impossible.
He belongs to science.

Yes, yes, yes.

I'm afraid he belongs
to his family!

He's not a guinea pig!
These gentlemen are right!

Darling, only God knows if--

He belongs to science,
unfortunately.

Ma'am, we can't predict
how he'll react.

His mental progress
concerns all humanity.

And physiological.

- I don't care.
- Think about it.

He thinks it's 1905.
He wouldn't at our house.

Surrounded by his loving family,
he'll come to realize, you'll see.

I object! Any mistake could
cause irreversible damage.

They're the experts.
Defer to them, I did.

You'll see him soon.

It's not our decision,
it's the government's.

I don't care
about the government!

...

Smile, pretty.

How do your parents feel
about the ice man?

Father hates publicity.

Don't move.

...

Mother's ashamed,
but he's just an object of curiosity.

It's incredible,
my great-grandfather's my age.

Poor man, it's sad.

No, it's the future.

You go in the fridge at 20
and come out 50 years later, still 20.

Didier?
Oh, Évelyne sweety, I didnt see you.

- You're only young once.
- Are you sure, papa?

Your son is taking
his time with Évelyne.

With the Crépins' capital,
I won't be at your whim.

Didier's too young to wed.

In the meantime, my darling,
I have an important bill to pay.

Put your pretty signature here.

I want grandfather.

You've managed to do without him
up till now.

Family is important to me.

I'll get him here. Sign here.

- When he gets here.
- Goddammit!

Don't swear.

Let's go to bed, my pet,
it'll work out.

I don't think so, Hubert.

You're in the guest room.

- Goddammit!
- Good night.

Yes, counselor, what is it?

Sorry to call so late,
I was in court.

About your ice man...

I went over the case.
It's a problem.

I know it's a problem, so?

It's quite simple, really,
the matter of his absence.

The law?

The law is unequivocal.

Paul Fournier, the ice man,
is alive, right?

- It's his property.
- What?

- Everything belongs to him.
- I'll stop him.

- Not without his consent.
- Impossible!

- Sorry, it's indisputable.
- Nothing I can do?

Sorry, I have two urgent cases
to look over.

...

- Edmée, open the door!
- I'm sleeping.

You're right, it's kidnapping.
Open.

- I'm sleeping!
- I'll get your grandfather.

He seems so nice.
I can't live without him.

Edmée, open!
Sweetheart!

I'm sleeping!

Mr. Professor, I command you to give me
my wife's grandfather.

- Sorry?
- I can't do that.

The press are outside.
I'll make a stink.

- I'll sue the government!
- For what?

For what?

Arbitrary confinement.

The ice man thinks it's 1905.

You haven't been born.

You don't exist
and you might never exist.

- Sir.
- Yes?

- Sir, a man to see you.
- Why didn't you say?

- I'm saying.
- When?

- Now.
- Liar!

- Hello, doctor.
- I'm glad you're here.

Mr. De Tartas, we must prevent Loriebat
from committing a fatal mistake.

- I don't understand.
- Please sit down.

Fatal how?

I'm convinced Loriebat's
terribly misguided.

- No doubt.
- Wait.

Fournier must be placed
immediately in a family environment.

- That's what I said!
- Let me continue.

Prof. Loriebat obtained
official permission today

to transfer the subject
to a rest home.

With strangers,
whereas we have the finest--

Listen.

The transfer will take place
tomorrow under escort.

But I can't act alone,
and I trust no one but you.

Doctor, give me your orders.

We're 7 minutes early.

He won't even notice
he's been moved.

He asked to go home again.

- Patients will talk.
- You leave him no choice.

Professor.

Hubert, my hands are clammy.
I feel faint.

Don't complicate things!

I should've taken--

No! Not on the stretcher!
Not on the stretcher!

Not on the stretcher!

Edmée!

Hey, Edmée! Edmée!

Feeling better?

- Better? Come on.
- No!

That's enough. Let it go.

It's almost time.

Go have a drink
with my assistant.

Come on, I'm thirsty.

I feel like a big, cold beer,
don't you?

Good. Come on.

Get off me!

Guess who?

Stop it! No!

...

No more oxygen for you.
Take the stretcher.

Look at her.
Come on, quickly.

Doctor.

All by yourself?

Take his feet!

Stop it!

That's enough!

Go away! Go away!

- How'd it go? How is he?
- Fine.

That was close.

- How far is your hunting camp?
- What?

How far is your hunting camp?

- 20 minutes, we're fine.
- He thinks it's 1900?

- What?
- He thinks it's 1900?

Yes, it's fine.

- He's waking up!
- See?

You told me he'd be out
for half an hour.

He's not precise like a watch.
We've failed.

No, we haven't failed!

- Yes.
- No!

- Yes.
- No!

Moron!

Look at them!

Where am I?

- What happened?
- You fell off a horse.

A horse?

Why was I on a horse?

Be patient,
your memory will come back.

It's 1905, Sarah Bernhardt
triumphed in "L'Aiglon"

and Mr. Loubet is still president.

No, they wouldn't have dared!

Let me up, I'm Prof. Loriebat!

Sure, sure.

I swear!
I'm telling you that I--

Sir, hurry! Sir, hurry!
Quickly!

- Be a good boy.
- Let me up!

He seems agitated.

- Where's Prof. Loriebat?
- He's here!

Let me go.

Oh, professor,
I don't understand--

Well, I do!

Where's the phone?

Where's the phone?

Given the period,
we thought a phone--

Enough!

Call in the police,
national security,

and the defense department.

What's going on, Mr. Proffesor?

What do you mean?

What's going on, sir,
is they stole the ice man from me.

- You took a wrong turn.
- You said to turn right!

- Oh no!
- See?

Come on!

Hold this.

He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!

- No, there he is.
- Where?

Ambulance spotted.

Suspicious behavior.
Avoiding the roadblock.

Do not take action? okay.

- They saw us, we're lost!
- No, we aren't! Where are we?

- I don't know.
- He's waking up!

Protect him at all costs!

Doctor, look!

Don't even think about it.
Hold him.

- Give him this.
- What?

Hold him.

Churches always look the same.

- He won't be disoriented.
- True.

Don't like it?

- Got anything else?
- No.

Hubert, look!
No, there!

Get out!
Get out and line up!

You won't let me in?

- Halt!
- Give me that.

Dr. Bibolini and De Tartas!

You have 15 minutes.

The crime you've committed
deserves punishment.

Be reasonable
and I'll be light with you.

I'm waiting.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

- He's asleep. Let's go.
- We're surrounded.

- Is there a tunnel...?
- Better to give him up.

No, he belongs with his family!
We will take care of him, right?

Now he belongs to God.

You're keeping him?

By keeping him alive
and bringing you all here,

the Lord made His wishes clear.

This man's fate is in His hands.

May prayer bring us light.

Goddammit!

He's snubbing us.

We've secured the perimeter, Proffesor,
that's all we can do.

I'll go in alone.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

...

Help me!

It's too late.

- This is your fault!
- What's the use?

You too, help me.

- Watch it.
- What is it?

- Someone's walking.
- Who is it?

Against the wall.

- Is this him?
- No.

- Is this him?
- No, it's not him.

I think I'm cracking up.

Oh no!

I'm cracking up.

Sorry to disturb
your meditation, brothers--

I know you've taken
a vow of silence--

I'm cracking up!

...

I cracked up.

Mother.

Darling.

I want to go home.

To our house. Right away.

I'll defer to him.

His cure is what's important.

A family home, whatever.

You want, Mr. Proffesor,
to set him up in my mansion?

- Sorry?
- I said of course.

He saw it in 1900.
Will he recognize it?

I can't hear you.

You will have put your house back
to how it was in the early century.

But I already
spent a fortune modernizing it.

The paint on the all the walls
is barely dry.

If he can't come to our time,
his time has to come to him.

I just got an idea.

Why don't we just tell him
what year it is?

- It'd save money.
- It'd kill him.

- Not that!
- I didn't say anything.

You wagged your big head!

I don't have a big head
and I didn't wag!

You have a big head
and you wagged.

Okay, my head is big,
but I didn't wag.

Yes, you wagged.

- Wagged how?
- Like this.

Now I'm wagging, fine,
but I wasn't wagging before!

Stop it!

Grandfather's coming
to live with us.

We have orders from high up
not to ruin the experiment.

I won't go along!
I won't go along!

Mr. De Tartas,
what makes a country great?

I don't care.

You have no right!

What makes a country great
is space!

I don't care!

I won't allow this!

What makes a country
great is space, space,

which requires hibernation!

We'll go much farther
than just Mars or Venus!

The voyages will last
a century or two,

maybe millennia.

One lifetime is too short.

We'll need to hibernate.
That's where we come in, De Tartas.

- If I say no?
- What about France?

- I won't allow this!
- What did I say?

You said, "I don't care."

The state will pay all expenses.

The mansion's original
period decor was restored.

Identical?

The furniture has changed slightly
during his absence.

What if he wants to go out?

He's convalescing,
he won't be allowed off the grounds.

Cars?

Le Vésinet is closed
to modern traffic.

Antique cars have been given out.

Aside from residents,

only people with passes
will be allowed to get into this area,

and they will be dressed as coalmen,
clergymen, and nuns.

Two-penny letters
will be delivered on bicycle,

and stands will sell
period newspapers.

- When can we see him?
- Soon, sir, soon.

We gave him a shot for the trip,

and we don't know how
he'll react when he wakes up.

It'll go fine.

My wife looks just
like her grandmother,

but I don't look like his father.

- I don't agree.
- There's nothing to comb.

You're awake.

- Why all these changes?
- I'll call madam.

I'm not complaining.

You're much better than old Irma.

So are you, sir.

- I mean--
- What's your name?

Sophie, sir.

Sophie...

I feel we'll become friends fast.

Sir, you're sick.
You should stay in bed.

I've never felt better
in my life.

You're crazy.

Maybe, but does it really matter?

Let me go! I have orders!

I give the orders now.

Relax.

I would never harm
such a pretty face.

Bring me oatcakes,
cocoa and the paper, I'm starving!

Yes, sir.

Madam!

What a figure.

He's awake!

Awake? Completely?

I can guarantee it, ma'am.

My God!
Excuse me, Rabier.

Mrs. De Tartas?

Professor, he's awake!

- Has he seen his father?
- Not yet.

- I'll get him ready.
- Hubert!

Hubert! He's awake!

He's awake!

Get dressed.

It's all about him.
He even took my room.

You're next to mine.

- Did he talk to you?
- Yes, with his hands.

- Bastard! At his age!
- He's well-preserved.

- How's my big boy?
- You're lovely today, mom.

He's looking good, professor, no?

Come on, you'll be fine.

Unbelievable,
you're a perfect match.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- Did he mention his father?
- Not once.

- Is that bad?
- He never mentioned him?

Don't worry, it'll go fine.

This is bad,
we'll have to shock him.

- Why a shock?
- Calm down.

Don't worry. Try the shock.

Come on, go inside.

Paul, my son Paul.

Have you forgotten your father?

Huh?

Come into my arms.

Out.

Get out!

Odious person! Bastard!

Seducer!
Leave this instant! Leave this instant!

He's your father!

Paul, don't go out!

- The shock was too extreme.
- You and your ideas!

- He'd better not come back!
- Calm down!

Let go of me.

Let me go.

Let him in! Let him in!

My good sir,
you must save me, sir.

- Who are you?
- Don't recognize me? Look.

You wretch.

Bastard! You dared!

Stop it!

You dared to come back!

Stop.

You abandoned your family
for a cheap actress!

- It wasn't me!
- Get up! Get up!

Watch this. Look.

I'd have to be 111 years old!

You're right, it's impossible.

Sorry, sir.

Coming back here
after what he did to you, mom!

I'll take care of you from now on.

We'll forget about it
over dinner at Maxim's.

- No!
- No!

I've seen enough of you.

Please send me a bill
for your fees and leave.

Promise you won't go out.

I'll make sure.

He's making progress,
despite the father incident.

Some idea you had!

- Where are you going?
- Excuse me?

- Where are you going?
- I'm going home.

Are you not thinking?

The experiment failed.
You're not needed here.

- Then where, a hotel?
- Good idea.

- It's the only way.
- I'm going home!

If we're to remain friends--

- It's the patient that counts.
- I don't care!

- Take him away.
- No.

- Oh no! He's my husband!
- He went too far.

You're divorced.

- Forget that cad.
- But he's your father.

Don't mention him again!

That's practical.

Mom, the cops took dad!

You're confused, young man.
You think you're home?

Sorry, what was I thinking?

A student who rents
an attic room here.

He goes to military college.

Very good, young man.

I find your behavior cavalier.

He's so cute.

Sophie, you may leave.

But Paul's cuter.

Sophie!

- She has taste.
- I don't agree.

I've heard about you,
but I'm not impressed.

Didier!

Young man, come on!

- I'll throw him out tomorrow!
- Please don't do that.

Yeah. I understand your loneliness.

You're young and beautiful.

Yes, yes, I mean it.

Prey to all kinds of lust.

Surrounded by temptation.

Some can be dangerous.

- Do my words anger you?
- No, grandfather.

- You're mocking me.
- No.

Mom, it'd be best
if you remarried.

Funny you should say that.
I was thinking about it.

Anyone in mind?

I didn't want to say, but yes.

Really?

Do I know him?

Introduce me.

I want to make sure
he's worthy of you.

What is your name, sir?
Whom shall I announce?

Don't you recognize me?
Don't you recognize me?

- I've never met--
- Come on!

Sorry, Mr. De Tartas.

Where's my wife?
Wife!

- Your wife is in the winter garden.
- Announce me.

Must make you feel young
courting your wife.

- Idiot! Announce me.
- Announce who?

Guess. Mr. De Tartos.

- De Tartos?
- De Tartas, idiot!

De Tartas idiot.
Same name, more--

- Move it!
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Charles, Charles.

Come here.

How do I look?

Never mind. Move it.

Ah, Sophie.
Sophie, come here!

No, leave that alone.

I'll show him in.

Mr. Tartas, you can go in.

Mr. De Tartas!

My respects, dear lady.

Welcome to this house.

Sir.

My dear friend,

I told Paul
of my high regard for you

and he was looking forward
to meeting you.

You're too kind, ma'am.

I brought this humble gift
as a testament to my devotion.

See how he spoils me?

You shouldn't have.

They're magnificent.
Are they heavy?

Not at all.

Sophie.

She won't be long.

- I'll be fine.
- Put these on the table.

- Love is grand.
- Without commentary.

Yes, love is a noble sentiment,
as long as it's deep and heartfelt.

My mother deserves to be happy.
I'll make sure she is.

- Paul, now--
- He understands.

Very well.

Come into my office.
Excuse me, mom.

- Certainly, darling.
- Sorry?

- I thought--
- Very well.

This way. This way.

This way.

Forgive Paul, he can be abrupt
but he adores me.

That door.

Please sit down.

- A drop of madeira?
- No, thanks. No, no.

- An old grenache?
- No, thanks.

- Diet?
- No.

Any health problems?
Weak liver?

No, I'm fine.

Good. Cigar?

No, I quit smoking.

You have every virtue.

Mr. De Tartas,
I won't beat around the bush.

My mother said
you were a widower.

- Yes. Yes. Yes.
- How did your wife die?

How did your wife die?

Yes, I understood.

It was horrible, horrible.

She wasn't well
in the morning, like this,

when suddenly she went...

She couldn't talk.

She started swelling up, buff,
then exploded.

It was dreadful.

- What are you raving about?
- Dreadful.

She exploded. Bits of her everywhere.
It was horrible.

But she didn't suffer,
that's good.

Mr. De Tartas,
I prefer clear-cut situations.

- As do I.
- You intend to marry my mother?

Yes.

I wouldn't want you
to hasten things. Move in here.

- Very kind of you.
- You helped the factory.

But I'll take over now.

You can't mean that!
It's impossible!

What will happen to you?
You're going back to work?

At least my rotten father
left me the factory.

I'm young, I can run it.

The doctors recommend you
don't tire yourself out.

You'll get tired.
You're fine now, but--

That's absurd!

Don't forget the financial worries,
checks to sign--

- I'll sign them.
- No, you can't sign them.

You think I can't?

Don't say that.

Give me a large Grenache
and I'll smoke a big cigar.

Coming through!

This sudden leap into the past
is rather exciting.

It's a burden.

So many troops deployed
for a common man.

If he's common man, why bother?

For you, darling.
Don't you want to see Didier?

Nothing to do with snobbery
or curiosity, of course.

He's watching.

Still watching.

He's gone.

He thinks he's inherited
an oil-lamp factory.

Keep him away
or it'll be a disaster.

It's his, what can I say?

It's time you told him the truth.

I'll tell him.
No, he's back.

Don't test my patience.

Without my family, you're nothing.

I won't need it for much longer.

Didier will marry Evelyne

and you can play
with your oil lamps.

Hubert!

- Hubert!
- Oil!

- Hubert!
- Oil!

- Hubert!
- Oil!

Hubert!

Hubert!

I'm scared of heights!

- I'm scared of heights!
- I don't care!

Friends!

- Are you hurt?
- No. Not at all.

- Everything all right?
- We were expecting you.

Come this way, please.

- Keep going.
- Lovely.

- You think so?
- Yes.

Hubert, I thought we were fighting.

Go change your dress.

Lovely couple. Learn from them.
20 years of marriage.

If their son is like them,
Évelyne is a lucky girl.

Charles, where's Didier?

...

That's impossible!

Move out of my way.

What's this?
What are you doing in Didier's room?

- I trusted you.
- It's not a crime.

It's an offense against me.
I'll cancel your vacation. Get lost.

The boss might not agree.

- I'm the boss!
- No, Paul is.

You brat!

Wanna bankrupt your father?

The Crépin-Jaujards are downstairs
with Évelyne. Go there.

Listen closely: I've had it
up to here with those people.

- Up to where?
- Up to here.

And you can stick
your sham marriage--

I'll never do that.

Your jacket.

Your jacket. Go!
The Crépin-Jaujards.

I'm so anxious to meet him,
I'm afraid I'll slip up.

- Would that be bad?
- Terrible.

- Charles!
- Terrible.

- Charles, go now!
- Yeah, okay.

It would be dramatic.

His reason could give out.
Please pay attention.

- Keep an eye on me.
- I always have.

- Where's your grandfather?
- Be patient, he's coming.

I didn't picture you like this.

- When I think of your age--
- I'm too young?

No, you're just fine.

Here's Didier.

Bravo, Didier, you look wonderful.

- My respects, ma'am.
- He looks annoyed.

- Anything wrong?
- No, nothing.

- Anything wrong?
- No, nothing.

And little Evelyn, she's not here?

Looking for Didier, in the garden.

- I'll get her.
- Yes.

No. No, I'll go.

What's wrong?

- Did you see my daughter?
- Charles!

- Hve you seen Evelyn?
- Charles.

You didn't see her?

- Charles!
- Yes?

Get me a large Grenache
in a large glass

and a small cigar.

You're overreacting.
Paul was just being gallant.

Crépin-Jaujard and I
agreed on the marriage!

- Everything's fine.
- Not everything's fine, it's not.

I won't let your grandfather
steal my son's fiancée.

What are you doing?

What?

Yes, what are you doing?

Getting dressed.

Why?

Oh no!

We're not married yet.
People will talk.

Come on.

The excitement has worn you out.

No, Edmée.
Edmée, you don't love me anymore.

- Yes, I do.
- No.

Yes.

My darling, I'm lonely,
so lonely.

Then here.

- What's that gonna...?
- Wait.

Take this.

It'll keep you company.
Keep it quiet.

No.

No.

Edmée, Ed--

My respects, ma'am,
and may the night be gentle.

Edmée--

- Did Paul see?
- No.

He'd kill you if he saw you.

He thought I was
wishing you good night.

Thanks for thinking about it, dear.

All this scheming reminds me
of when we were courting.

Your grandfather's youth
is giving us back our own.

- Hubert, it's late.
- No.

Very late.

Never too late to court
your wife, sweetheart.

- Enough.
- Sweetheart.

- That won't get you anywhere.
- Sweetheart.

Mom.

Mom.

- What is it?
- It's me. Can I come in?

No! Hubert.

Wait!

- Hubert.
- Who is it?

- Wake up.
- What?

- For the love of God!
- What's going on?

What? Where?
But where--

Come in, dear.

Mom, tell me if you like this poem.

- Don't you sleep?
- No. Listen.

"Evelyn,

"Our love was born
the moment we first met.

"An image came to haunt
my wan morning.

"The image was of you,
my love, nude."

Keep going.

"Come back, my sweet,
without you I am pale.

"If you want me,
tomorrow you'll be mine.

"Before God in His temple,
with a Yes,

"My life and heart
I'll lay on the altar."

You don't like it?

Yes. It's lovely.

It's lovely.

You're getting all worked up.

She might not be free.

I think she has someone.
A very nice boy.

- I'll kill him.
- Don't you dare!

Whatever.
I'm too happy to upset to you.

I'll send the letter with Charles.

What do you think of that?

He insist, this creature.

Have mercy, Hubert,
it's 5 a.m..

I'll nip this affair in the bud.

It's horrible.

What's taking him?

This is new.

Charles, I need you.

At this hour?
Sir, be nice to the staff.

- Smile, Charles! Life is beautiful!
- Oh, yes.

He doesn't miss a trick.
Now he doesn't sleep.

Of course,
he did everything beforehand.

- Where are you going?
- To stop that love letter.

I'll nip this affair in the bud.

You get a raise.
You too, Charles.

Sir, you're fantastic.

Fantastic?
That's new. Haven't heard that.

They didn't play that in your time?

- My time?
- Just before your accident, sir.

Oh my God.

Way to go! You're healing!

Very well, thanks.

- My little Sophie.
- Poor Sophie.

- What is this bizarre outfit?
- Pajamas.

- I have catching up to do.
- You have no idea.

- Charles, take this letter to town.
- Now?

- It's urgent.
- Right now?

Yes, and smile, Charles. Go.

- A lady?
- Yes.

- Already?
- The most beautiful.

Without leaving the house?
Bravo!

- Give me that.
- No. No.

It's not for you.
Tell me, is Didier there?

- Yes.
- Okay, now--

- Sir--
- Get lost! Get lost!

"If you want me,
tomorrow you'll be mine.

"Before God in His temple,
with a Yes,

"My life and heart
I'll lay on the altar."

You wrote that?
It's hard to believe.

I knew you'd make fun.
Dad insisted I read it.

You don't know me very well.

- My poem!
- Shame!

- She's my fiancée.
- How dare you!

Good ideas you have!

What's wrong, dear?

I'm sick of the freak,
Évelyne, the whole family!

Didier!

He's 60 years older!
Screw the Crépin-Jaujards!

Relax, dear,
you're drenched in sweat.

- Sophie, make a bath for Mr. Didier.
- We'll both get in.

Didier!

- Hubert, what is it?
- The ship is sinking!

- Paul and Evelyn will continue?
- Even the windows break!

Talk to her.

You talk to her.
I'll set him straight.

- Don't do it!
- I'll tell him!

- You'll kill him!
- I'll tell him!

No!

Paul!

- How do you feel?
- Pardon me?

How do you feel?

Get lost, or I'll hit you!

How do you feel?
In fine form?

Come on!

I'll tell you everything!

No!

Shut up!
You think it's 1900?

Well no. It's 1970!

Remember the North Pole?

You were frozen
in a block of ice for 65 years.

They found you two months ago.

- Hubert!
- Shut up!

You're not 25, you're 90!

She's your granddaughter,
and my wife!

Her name is not Clémentine, it's Edmée.
Edmée, Edmée, Edmée.

You must have...

Hey, I'm not finished!
I'm not finished!

Scram! At the North Pole,
you didn't fall off a horse.

- Really?
- Never! You were shipwrecked.

With a belly full of whisky,
you fell into the glycerin.

- All you needed was ice.
- For the whisky?

No!

Thanks to the ice, whisky, glycherin,
you're still with us.

- Really?
- Don't interupt me when I'm talking!

No!
Get outta here, or I'll kill you!

Don't look up, look here.

You missed 65 years.

The war of '14, puff!
The war of '40, puff!

Mazurkas? Finished!

Everything's electric,
even guitars.

You okay?
Everything's okay?

Look this way.
How fast do planes fly?

50 miles/hour?

No, idiot, 1,800 miles/hour!

They're shaped like cigarettes.

Twice the speed of sound,

you're in Iowa before leaving Paris
because of the time change.

- Of course.
- Of course.

- How's that sound?
- Must use lots of gas.

Forget gas. It's kerosene now.
Next it'll be atomic fuel.

Atoms, neutrons.

We go to the moon now,
in an insect.

- In an insect?
- An insect module.

An insect module.
The world has gone mad.

Gone mad.

The world has gone mad.

The world has gone mad,
and I will too!

Hubert!

- I told him everything!
- You did?

I told him everything!

- How do you feel?
- Me? Fine.

I'm okay.

- You didn't believe me!
- Yes, I did!

I'm 90, I'm your grandfather,
I came back from the North Pole

and we go to the moon in insects.

He didn't believe me!

- The TV!
- No!

- I'll show him TV!
- No!

Don't touch it!

- I'll hit you!
- What?

- The key or I'll hit you!
- There's no key.

- Be careful!
- The key.

The key!

There it is! There it is!

Give me the key!

You need to lie down!

Hubert! Hubert!

Hubert! Hubert!

Hubert!

It was all true?

How could it be?

I wish I could have
told you myself.

Or live in your time.

Could you get used to ours?

I don't know.

We don't talk about love the same way,
but it hasn't changed.

Come.

- Where are you going?
- Making up for lost time.

It's insane.

Get used to it.
He's not ours anymore.

It's terrible!
I can't find Hubert!

Mrs. Tartas, your husband asked us
to give you this envelope.

"I'll meet you in 50 years. Hubert."

Subtitles by Shay Avrahami