Original subtitles

Louis de Funès and Annie Girardot in:

"The Discord."

Subtitles by "G" adapted by BuStEl.

Adapted and improved by BuStEl - 2026 mastodon.social/@LumiereEnSousTitrons.

Bernadette, are you asleep? - Yes.

Did you hear that? - What?

There's a spy. I'm sure of it.

I saw him. He's after my designs. Come on.

Well, go ahead then.

Not that way. This way.

Oh, it's just Ronron.

Come on.

He's going to get a nice color. - It's me.

I'll cook him, that rascal. - It's me, the idiot.

He's not a rascal, he's the idiot.

Yes, the idiot.

What are you messing around here for?

I had to keep an eye on things for you.

Here, put these on.

Did you see anyone? - Yes, you. But too late.

He followed your instructions.

What an idiot, he's just an idiot.

I don't want that. - The doctor insists.

The bastard. - Why?

He's after you. - Not at all. - Yes, he is.

Now, open your mouth. - No.

Open!

Bernadette. - Guillaume, we've been married 23 years.

You married me and now I'm a grown woman.

Despite your brilliance, I love you, darling. But I'm tired.

I can't sleep. - Go count your employees.

1 employee, 2 employees, 3 employees, 4 employees, 5 employees.

We need more smoke. We have to pollute.

Why? - For my Japanese guests.

Burn tires. - Which tires?

These small ones, they won't notice. Come on, get to work.

Not that one. This is mine.

The neighbors won't be happy about this. - I don't care.

Bernadette, Bernadette. My little monster.

Leave Arthur alone. - Where are you?

Here, right in front of you. - Where?

Well, here.

What about lunch? - Yes, it's ready.

But there are twelve of them. - Don't worry.

Where's that smoke cannon? - There, on that hill.

In half an hour, they'll fire. - What's the signal?

We wave a white flag.

Like this.

Oh, the idiot. Let me through!

Did you cut the tongue into small pieces?

Yes, Mrs. Daubray.

For which recipe? - Hondazaki.

I don't know that. - You serve it raw, on a flat...

stone, like a plate. With some vinegar for flavor, and tea and soy sauce.

Mrs. Daubray, that must be another experiment by your husband.

Yes, it's his.

Oh no, my Japanese buyers. My Japanese buyers and my mist.

They might get lost.

Take it easy, boss. - I know this way.

Here I am. - They are Japanese.

My Japanese guests. - Sorry, we're lost.

My fault, where's the president? - There he is.

Mr. President!

Give me a hand. - Come here.

I can't, my suit...

Sir. - Yes?

He's not the president, it's the other one.

Mr. President, wait! It's me.

Mr. Daubray-Lacaze. - Hichumacho.

There's the car. My dear president.

Gentlemen, this is the famous CX22, for which you made this trip.

Viola. No photos, no photos.

No!

No photos!

No photos!!!

Photo taken.

My CX22 can destroy all smoke and dust in seconds...

pollution, all kinds of dust particles,

exhaust fumes, vapors, and other nuisances...

all the toxic substances we inhale in our cities.

It can do this within a 4-kilometer radius. Now, a demonstration.

He wants to know where the smoke is. - Gone... gone... vanished, evaporated.

The smoke is completely gone, over and done.

What did he say? - He said "ha".

What did he say? - He buys.

To my office, quickly.

What is this?

This can convert wind into electricity.

Just watch.

I turn on the power circuit, just blow.

In the morning, you place it outside, the wind turns the rotors. And it charges.

That evening, you have electricity until the next morning.

He buys. - To my office.

And this? - A solar-powered stove.

He buys. - To my office, quickly.

Yes, that's where it all started.

50 years ago, when I was very small, I made this...

Oh no, not that one... Hop, to the office.

Mr. President, how many will you buy?

100? - 3.

103? - 3000.

3000? We'll sign immediately!

The contract.

The contract, please.

A pen, please.

Ocho Kuzidozo, lunch is ready.

Please, have a seat.

Mr. President, sign here.

The president will sign the contract after lunch.

Delicious, French cuisine.

No tea, it's finished... Bernadette, no tea, the Calvados.

What? - The Calvados.

Guillaume, it's a bit early. - Not for business.

That's enough.

A toast to Normandy, an old French custom.

Just like harakiri is an old Japanese custom.

A toast to Normandy, that's French harakiri.

A toast to Normandy. Look up.

This is nothing.

Okay, attention. - Ad Fundum!

Ad Fundum? - What does Ad Fundum mean?

A toast to Normandy. - Ad Fundum!

I know... right after... very hungry.

A toast to Normandy. Look up.

Ad Fundum!

A toast to Normandy. Look up.

Ad Fundum!

Well, sign here.

No, not Normandy. Later, after signing.

No no, now the check...

No, no, with this. How much?

Look at me: 1, 0, 0, 3, 4, 5, 6.

No no, sign.

Thank you. Thank you.

Toast to... - No, that's over, done.

Everyone on the plane, right now.

Beautiful, all this. What's it called?

A laugh on a summer night.

3000! - 3000 what?

3000 CX 22's. I must deliver in 90 days.

Take it easy now.

I signed. - But you wanted that.

This is too small. I need to expand. - Go ahead if you want.

That land belongs to the Count of Mortland.

Impossible. You defeated him three times in elections.

And that's Mrs. Bourgoin's property. - She's not dead yet.

She's not dead yet? She's not dead?

Good god, nothing can be done. - There's always that still.

That's state property.

Then it's up to the prefect. He's a friend, he'll rent it to you.

Tomorrow I'll go see him.

For a prefect, which one? - This one, he's dull.

Help me. - After all these years you'd...

And, can you sweet-talk the prefect a bit? - No...

Good morning, doctor. - Good morning, friends.

Mr. Daubray-Lacaze, all well? - Very well, just like yesterday...

Say, my wife is also doing very well.

What ailment did you find in my wife that requires...

you to sit here every morning? - Busybody...

There.

Very natural fertilizer.

Dear, it's very fresh, still warm. - That's kind of you.

What ailment did you invent to visit me every day?

Oh, Bernadette... - That "oh" is very in these days...

Have you seen the chimney of your factory

all that smoke? And the artificial fog?

Ah, I know. Guillaume got carried away.

Our members got carried away too.

Are they sick? - Not at all.

I'm also chair of the committee for ecological preservation.

That's true. Sorry. A noble task.

You need to keep him in check. - You won't keep him in check.

He just landed a huge contract.

He's over the moon. And I'm happy for him.

You're wonderful. - Say...

If you only... - I'm faithful.

Indeed. And you know, a man like Guillaume...

needs constant attention. To protect him.

I watch him a bit. - Apparently.

Careful, he's a carnivore. And

poisonous. Spit it out into the reinforced humus.

Elections are in a month. My supporters insist...

to run against your husband. - That won't work.

It wouldn't be nice either. You'd lose anyway.

Lose, me? - Yes, he has the majority.

With all their laws and counter-laws. - Then he'll go to the opposition.

But he hates the opposition. They're the majority.

Come on, Bernadette, don't be afraid. You know how careful I am.

But it still hurts. - A little pain to prevent worse.

Sorry. This is the first time this has happened to me.

Good morning, Mayor. The prefect is expecting you.

Mr. Prefect, Mr. Daubray-Lacaze.

Mr. Prefect, Mr. Prosecutor.

If you don't mind, we'll continue playing while we talk.

Of course, sir, that was perfect. - You think so?

He hit it, I saw it.

What brings you here, Mr. Mayor?

The Japanese placed an order for 3000 CX22's.

You know my factory is very small. So I need to expand.

And where do I fit in? - Well, the state owns...

the state owns land bordering the factory, so rent it to me.

That's very difficult with your reputation. - What do you mean?

Because your super-polluter pollutes everything. We've received many complaints.

And we have to take that into account.

Listen, Mr. Prefect, I need that land.

It's impossible.

So that's a no? - No.

A definite no? - Unfortunately.

It's your turn. - Very well then.

I scored! Still my turn.

Daubray! - And that's two.

And one more.

Hit again!

Excuse me.

This isn't working.

Sorry.

My God...

Don't you have any...

One more. Thanks.

Mr. Prefect, about that land, still "no"?

No.

No? - No.

Well, it's your turn.

Sir, the bank director is in the waiting room.

I didn't hear you.

The bank director is in the waiting room.

It's the bank director.

May I sit down? - No, stay standing.

Listen, allow me to insist...

You're here about my accounts. - Yes.

I don't care.

You know, the directors in Paris...

Turn around. - I'm your banker!

All the more reason.

Cover your ears. - Mr. Daubray-Lacaze.

Cover your ears.

Better than this.

Look. What is this?

A check. In what? - In yen, sir.

The strongest currency in the world.

Yes, come in! - Sir Director...

My check! My check!

My check!

Hands off.

I forbid you to touch it.

Get to work. My check!

You heard him. Get to work, and fast.

Get it! Get it.

I got it! - Thank you!

My check! No!

Cash it, please. - My check.

Bernadette, I have an urgent problem.

What is it, my little money wolf?

I need space to expand. - Here on the bed. On the sheets.

No... Expand... like this. Tonight I hired 75 extra... workers.

So tomorrow new machines will arrive. - And one more, carefully.

There's space behind the house. - Behind the house?

The vegetable garden. - My vegetable garden?

Your garden is 200 square meters. - Guillaume...

My darling... - In the fall I planted my seedlings.

And in February I plant bulbs.

I just wanted to say, Economic expansion is fine.

Your Japanese workers, great. But the rest... never.

Never? - Never.

We won't talk about it again.

How many men did you hire? - I can't say.

Double it.

Wait, 7 plus 7, how much is that? - 15...

Inflation! - 15?

7 plus 7 is 15? - Nowadays, yes.

Come on.

Director? - What's up?

We need extra space. - Yes, I know, I know...

Soon even more, 200 m². - But I don't even have 10 m² free.

I'll find space, come with me.

This is temporary. Your slippers. Temporarily we can

fit some small machines here. A small one.

Start over.

What are you doing here? - I'm cutting.

Yes, I see that. But you're in the

house. Who said you could work here?

I'm paid per piece, leave me alone. Ask that little one. I'll continue.

Guillaume? - My darling.

You cheated on me. - Me? Never.

Yes, you did.

Bernadette, despite my problems and worries... with the

workers I never cheated on you in 23 years of marriage.

Oh yes, with your factory that's now in our house.

Bernadette. - What?

I need to produce a huge batch of CX 22's in 3 months.

It's impossible for me to do that without finding space in the house.

And the piano lessons?

In your greenhouse, all the way at the end. It's quiet there.

You think? - Yes.

Come on, one, two, three.

No, in "0" mol.

Sir Director, these machines, where should they go?

Upstairs. - Upstairs?

Upstairs. - We work day and night. - It's my factory, no discussion.

Okay, come on.

Listen, that's enough for today.

Come on. This way. Head, come on, hurry up, hurry up. Move.

Well?

My darling. - Yes?

I'm going to bed. - And your dinner?

I had a sandwich. - That's enough. Wait, I'll come with you.

I have to produce, it must be done. - Even at night?

Yes, I have three shifts working day and night.

All for employment. - Yes, don't worry.

Don't worry? - Indeed.

I'm going to change.

This is the first time I see my boss in pajamas! And the boss's wife too!

Are you sleeping, sweetheart? - Very well. Thank you.

It should be possible to do it without so much noise.

Drill gently and mill carefully.

Good night, darling...

Careful, will you!

What are those? - They help you sleep.

Good. But you have to put them in your ears.

What? What's happening?

Did you sleep well? - Wonderful, wonderful. Like a rose.

And up. I have to work.

Good morning, gentlemen. How are things?

There's a problem. - What problem?

The storage. - What storage?

The CX 22's. - Yes, and?

We need space to store them.

Otherwise, we'll have to move machines to make room for the CXs.

But that's ridiculous. - But urgent.

I'll find space. You, come along.

Turn off that tap.

Make a hole in the wall.

Make a hole in the wall.

Push that drainpipe through the hole.

And, turn the tap on.

Oh dear, my darling.

Mr. Director. - Yes?

You must go to the town hall. - Yes, I'm busy, you handle it.

With their families, that's many votes. The elections are coming.

Indeed. We'll go.

Two friends of madam are here. - Let them in.

I don't dare, madam... - What now?

Come in. - Your hat. How original.

Is it from Paris? - No.

Put this on. It's mandatory. For safety. Here, like this. That way.

What an idea. - Yes, it's like a modern sculpture.

How clever. - It's temporary.

The Japanese placed a large order.

Watch out, ladies. It's hot.

There, straight ahead.

We're safe.

I thought you'd broken into the greenhouse too.

Impossible, Guillaume would never touch my greenhouse or garden.

How wonderful. - The piano here. What a good idea.

And your potted plants are in such good condition.

Yes, every morning along with my pruning.

You got it right. Two years ago, it was me.

You must have aged. But it's good for the flowers.

It's beautiful, but I must say it smells rather odd.

I think it smells like gasoline.

It must come from outside.

My vegetables. My leeks.

Take some. Look.

Ladies and gentlemen, the mayor.

Article 212. Two people joined in marriage must be faithful.

They strive to educate their children and prepare their future.

Gentlemen, you three, do you accept these ladies here as your wives...

and also, to vote for me?

Yes... yes... yes... - Thank you.

Ladies, do you accept these gentlemen as your husbands and secondly...

to vote for me?

Yes... yes...

Yes...

Very well. I now declare you man and wife.

Gentlemen, care for your wives, never betray their trust.

And remember they are sensitive beings,

fragile. A secret garden is hidden in them.

Guillaume!

Bravo! - What is all this?

My garden. - Who did this?

A leak. And I'm sure you're involved.

How could you think such a terrible thing?

You're lying.

I've never lied to you. - And all this on our wedding day.

Exactly, that's what I was thinking. Really, darling.

Exactly. - Tonight we'll spend the evening together.

Just the two of us. Champagne, caviar,

Mozart. And then you'll forget all this.

23 years of marriage. - What did you say?

Do you remember how we met?

How we met! - Ah, Venice, the waterfront.

What? - The waterfront.

The silence. - What did you say?

The silence! - Yes, the silence. The silence.

You were jealous of the gondolier. - What?

The gondolier. - Who, what?

Ah, the gondolier.

Our first argument was at St. Mark's Square.

Where? - St. Mark's Square.

St. Mark's Square, we must celebrate it. Champagne.

They should have done it somewhere else.

They've been celebrating their wedding anniversary for 23 years in this house.

Nothing is ever changed.

Happy?

The lever in your right hand.

The fork in your left hand.

It wasn't my fault. - What does all that mean?

Now you have to make a wish.

Leave everything behind and go to Provence.

With cows, sheep, and wool. And my own knitting machine. And, of course, with you.

And you?

Go ahead, tell me.

Another place to expand. - Guillaume...

What I want doesn't happen anyway. - To you, then.

A little job, 5 minutes, excuse me, 5 minutes.

Go away, you.

You disconnect the red pipes, here and here.

Then disconnect the blue pipes, here and here.

Then connect this one here and that one there.

The blue ones are for cold air. - Right, go ahead.

Where is my wife? - Pardon?

My wife. - She went to sleep somewhere else...

too much noise.

Where is my wife? - I put her bed in the greenhouse.

Huh? - Yes, she asked me to.

In the greenhouse? Come with me.

My darling...

It's frozen. Break the door open. - My darling... - Pardon?

A bit fast!

Bernadette, Bernadette.

Bernadette, my darling, my dearest.

Help me a bit.

It's completely frozen. - Wake up, my dearest.

Hit her in the face. - Oh no, I can't.

This is an order.

Bernadette, my love...

Why is it so cold here? - What did you say?

Why it's so cold here.

It's his fault. He swapped the pipes of the heating system...

with those of the cooling system.

My tropical plants.

Arthur, Arthur!

I'm leaving. I've had enough. - Bernadette...

When Arthur is dead, you'll get it.

Darling, I'll buy you a large vegetable garden in the Ardèche.

You must understand. - Sure, you don't love me anymore.

But I do. I love you. - No!

Don't say that. - No.

I think I want a divorce. - We don't divorce, not with us.

Bernadette, you're not going to leave me here alone, are you?

Give me a reason. - Because I need you.

What you need is your damn money. I always thought

I was the only one, but I was wrong.

Ah, that's a sign. I'm leaving. - Where to?

Straight ahead. - No.

I've had enough of this madness. And I'm taking Arthur.

Arthur, Arthur. Look, now he's already cooked! I'll make you pay for that.

Freezing him, I admit, but cooking him, that was your idea.

Goodbye! - Bernadette!

Bernadette, Bernadette...

Hey buddy, make yourself at home. - I am home.

I need to catch that car that just left. My wife is in it. Drive.

You've been left behind. - Please, I said, drive.

Faster. - Don't get so nervous.

I can if I want. Faster.

That's how women are. Mine left last March.

That has nothing to do with it.

If I were you, I'd look for her at the Lion d'Or hotel.

But that's ridiculous, my wife in a hotel.

Where else at this hour.

Look, wait, calm down. Slowly, stop.

She's inside. She's there.

There's always one solution. Give her a good beating...

Where is my wife's room?

Where is the key? My god...

Exactly the mask of our mayor. What did I just bring inside.

Let me sleep a bit longer.

Bernadette, Bernadette.

Bernadette. - Mr. Mayor!

Excuse me... Have many babies... Babies. Long live France.

Bernadette?

Curious little man.

What do you think you're doing? That hurt.

Attention, everyone switch partners.

Guess what I ate.

Mustard? - No, a peach.

Stop, and now it's time for our sixth contestant...

in the imitation contest. May I have some applause.

It's Daubray-Lacaze. - You think?

I used to work for him. - Really?

Yes. - Can I take a look?

Aren't you on sick leave?

Yes, but I can still dance. - How do you know that?

Just watch.

Did you all recognize him? - Daubray-Lacaze!

But I know this wrist. Mrs. Daubray-Lacaze.

Am I wrong? - No, it's me.

I left my husband. It really became too much.

The noise, the commotion. It was hell.

My house is paradise. - Listen, don't get any ideas.

I had to try, right?

Attention, everyone switch partners.

Bernadette... - Let go, are you crazy?

Switch, switch partners. - Get lost.

If this is my wife, you'll be in for it. Excuse me, ma'am...

pardon me.

Guillaume, you never change. There's never a dull moment with you.

Attention, assault on a magistrate, that's two years in prison.

And longer with my wife.

You can hit him, it's an order. - At your service.

Is there a doctor in the room? - Yes.

There's no doctor left in the room. - Also fine.

At your orders, Mr. Mayor. - Take everyone, especially this one.

What did he do? - Nothing... absolutely nothing...

Shall we go? - Why?

You can't sleep in this mess.

Even with a fight, it's still quieter than home.

Bernadette, I'm calling and giving orders now.

I don't trust you anymore.

Simonet, restore the rooms and stop working immediately.

It's an order, no discussion. There, that's that.

Fine. - Shall we go?

It was getting fun just now. - Shall we have a drink?

One last waltz?

Gentlemen, one last waltz.

Are you comfortable? - I'm comfortable.

Are you satisfied? - I'm satisfied.

1 worker. - 2 workers.

3 workers... 4 workers.

Exactly at 7, the power comes on. - Remember this, work very fast.

What is this? - It's nothing, nothing.

I'm leaving for good. - No, no... it's nothing.

Yes, it is. - It's fine.

Darling...

The key to my room, please. - Mr. Director.

Yes. - I don't understand.

I'm sorry, but the hotel is fully booked. Yes, your

room has been rented because I thought you had left.

I'm unlucky, huh? - Yes.

And you too. - What good did that do?

I'm sure my husband called you.

Yes.

And he said there would be no room for me.

That's true.

He'll make me pay for it. - Indeed, and if he gets angry...

then you're out of luck. Too bad for you.

Mr. Director, the checks need to be signed.

Oh no, that won't work... it really won't.

It's the end of the month. - Again?

But last month was also the end of the month.

And next month will again be the end of the month. And so it goes...

It won't work... it really won't. - Mr. Sausserault.

Thank you, Mr. Director. - Mr. Bernadin.

Mr. Dutreix.

Mr. Director, we've caught up on our delay.

Tonight we're 20% ahead.

I don't care. Double the workload.

That's impossible, they're exhausted. - Me too, so what.

You know how it is, bad for the elections.

Get lost!

Mr. Director, someone is on the phone!

Who? - It's madam!

Is that you, Bernadette? Yes, hold on, I can't hear you.

Hello? - Everything okay?

Everything's fine here. And you? - I'm at the Lion d'Or hotel.

The Lion d'Or? - Yes.

Are you coming for lunch? - No, I'm right in front of you. See you.

Why didn't you set a plate for madam?

Madam is staying at the "Lion d'Or".

It has to be done, and a bit faster!

That's enough, huh!

The first round of the municipal elections

is in twelve days.

My program, three points: first, jobs for everyone.

Second, jobs for everyone. Third, jobs for everyone.

There's only one candidate, just one like me.

No one else applied... so I'm being re-elected!

Am I interrupting?

I'll challenge you.

Don't take it lightly, Mr. Mayor.

I won't take it lightly... Are we not using first names anymore?

We are not using first names anymore.

Do you have a list? - Yes, 27, as required by law.

27 against me? Here in my city? I want to know who they are.

Here they are.

A noble group. - They are French citizens like you.

Very special.

Laugh now, while you can. What other formalities are required to register?

Well, you have to answer the usual questions. Form XTK 712.

I can't find it. - Sabotage... sabotage!

Here it is. - Step forward.

Not you, huh.

Last name and first name. - Daubray-Lacaze, Bernadette.

Nationality? - French.

Married? - Unfortunately, yes.

Your age. - 17 years younger than my husband.

That's not true. - Yes, it is!

No, it's not. - It is.

Ah.

Political party? - Protectors of Nature.

Clean air and daisies, as the platform.

Your program is the exact opposite.

Occupation? - Gardener.

And unemployed due to the destruction of my workplace.

Your husband's occupation? - Almost ex-mayor and polluter.

Sign here.

Bernadette? - This session is over.

Go ahead and take a photo, go ahead.

Go ahead. That's it, now get to work.

Make 40,000 by tomorrow. - What size?

The largest.

Mr. Daubray-Lacaze, may I introduce you to Mrs. Bergér...

from French television. - Good morning, ma'am.

I'll get straight to the point.

The network I represent is very

interested in the dual candidacy of.

Mrs. Daubray-Lacaze and yourself. It's a rare case in French politics.

Not rare enough. It should be forbidden.

We were thinking of a tête-à-tête between you and your wife.

It would interest many of our viewers.

No. - Yes, there will be millions of viewers.

A tête-à-tête, fine. But just me.

A tête-à-tête all alone? - Yes, me too here and there.

And your wife? - She has nothing to say.

Nothing.

No, darling... no no. Fresher, fresher. Smile... yes.

We need to smell lavender, apples, blossoms. Beehives under the sun.

A summer storm. The big lightning. Now the sheep doesn't look happy.

Did he refuse? - No, he agreed. - But alone.

Alone? A tête-à-tête?

Yes, women have nothing to say. And you even less.

Nothing to say. But we can still get a lot done.

Machine number 20. Go to the foreman.

Next! - I came for the advertisement.

You're hiring? - It just doesn't stop.

We're really short-staffed. Fill this out.

Regarding pay, we pay the union minimum. Less is not allowed.

Fine, I'll take it. - Perfect, take machine 12.

It's there, behind the greenhouse.

What's wrong with you, Léontine?

I see visions. - Well, that's your cholesterol.

No, it's madam. - Stop that.

Don't talk about my wife.

Work faster, darling!

Tell him to work harder. - Work faster.

You need to be bolder with these people! - You heard the boss! Hurry up!

Are you working for the competition?

Unbelievable, I can't find good staff anymore. Wait, I'll do it myself.

It's so easy... like this. Any fool can do this. Understood? Get to work.

You're not. - I am.

But what are you doing here? - I'm working.

Why? - My campaign is very expensive.

Watch out. Bribing a candidate is a serious crime.

Then I'll throw you out. Go away. - Impossible.

Why? - I'm in the union.

Already?

What do you think you're doing? Get to work! Faster. Move.

Do you talk like that to one of my employees? Bastard! Get out.

I'll find another machine for you, darling. This one is too heavy. My dearest...

You go to machine 12.

If he goes too fast...

Do you want tea? - Yes, if everyone gets some.

Everyone else? - Seems logical, right?

Léontine, tea for everyone! - For the whole factory?

Well, just back here is enough. Hurry up.

How much sugar? - Already forgotten?

You're not here for the money, there's another reason.

You're right. - You want to sabotage the factory, right?

If I did that, who would vote for me?

Then why?

Burn! You can't work anymore, two days sick leave.

Why sick leave? I feel nothing at all.

But why? Tell me...

You're eating with your workers now too? - We're all good friends, right?

Why are you here? - For the tête-à-tête TV meeting.

I refused. - Agree.

Never. - Fine then.

How about a wild strike?

Shut down the factory, stop everything. - You wouldn't do that, right?

I'm your wife and I know things. - But you won't say them...

Comrades, I have something to say about how this factory is run!

She has nothing to say. I'm leaving, you win.

See you later. I'm going back to the Lion d'Or.

The food is better there. See you in front of the cameras.

Everyone in position, please. - I trust you...

you'll bring her down, make her look ridiculous.

Leave it to me.

I know he'll bite the dust, that old polluter.

I know what I have to do. And he's still my husband.

If you're ready. - Camera 2, closer to the stage.

Madam, you're here, and you there, sir.

Attention, the program starts in three minutes.

Your collar... your collar...

My program consists of three points...

first, jobs for everyone, second, jobs for everyone...

We haven't started yet, stop!

The time is ripe to combine economic growth...

with the well-being of the entire population.

My program, first jobs, second jobs, third jobs.

Stop it already, we're not on TV yet.

We are all very aware of the employment problem.

The Conservationists don't believe in economic growth...

at the expense of people's well-being. We want

growth that is new... controlled and humane.

You speak like a woman who has never worked.

And you are just a tyrant, a despot, a polluter.

My plan, three points. - Can't we make them shut up?

Yes, I, you ruined our house. - For the company's prosperity.

You destroyed my winter garden, you ruined my vegetable garden.

You crushed my dreams. You trampled on my heart.

Stop it, or I tell everything. - She knows nothing.

And your accounting? - Which accounting?

The real one. - It's safely stored.

Yes, I know that.

My three-point plan, first jobs, second...

Pulled from the secret cabinet.

Here they are. See for yourself.

And voilà, everyone can check it.

Hands off. This is my house. Get out of here.

Out!

We're going live.

Mrs. Daubray, maiden name Lacaze, has voted.

Mr. Daubray has voted.

Bernadette, Bernadette... I really had no choice, I voted for you.

I voted for you too. - Then we voted for nothing.

Mr. Daubray, it looks good, we have a big lead.

Everyone has voted. It's wonderful.

It looks like we're beating them.

Good news. - It's true, we're in the lead!

You go. - I'm going to jail.

Yes, and you're coming with me. - Excuse me?

The check was refused. Yes, refused!

But how can that be? - Refused, insufficient funds.

Your Japanese partners are bankrupt. - No!

Yes. - All my equipment!

Scrap metal. And you too, off to scrap metal. Scrap metal!

But that can't be. - Fine, we're leaving.

Ma'am, want a cookie?

Mr. Prefect, the elections, the elections.

They're completely irrelevant.

A cookie... a cookie, boys...

We won!

I invite everyone for a toast to the future mayor...

Mrs. Lacaze.

Hello? The election results, sir. - I don't care.

It's a woman, she won by one vote.

Mine. But you didn't leave...

No, so are we closing?

Yes, it's over. But wait.

I'll give them one more spectacular show. Come on.

To the cellar.

I don't want to be mayor. - What?

I don't like power. - I don't understand.

I didn't want to be mayor, I did it for my husband. That was all.

May I take your place? - With pleasure.

Ma'am, Mr. Daubray wants to blow up the tent.

I'm going.

Guillaume, Guillaume.

Bernadette, my Bernadette.

Guillaume.

Bernadette, Bernadette, my love, get me out of here.

Quick, it's scorching in here. - We have all the time.

I'm shrinking, open up!

On one condition. - Which?

We leave the factory and go to Provence.

And we'll raise sheep. - Never!

Fine by me, good night! - No, wait, darling.

Come back, I'm shrinking here. Open up!

Do you agree? - Yes!

Do you agree? - Yes... my love.

That's what I wanted to suggest anyway.

It smells wonderful.

Guillaume?

Guillaume?

Guillaume? Well, Guillaume?

Wait a moment. I've been thinking about this idea for a while, look.

Look, pay attention. You put a sheep in here, okay...

Now you turn this, and it gets sheared inside...

And the wool falls down here. And up there the wool is spun.

There, and there...

A sweater. Look how beautiful, my love.

How beautiful you are, Mrs. Guillaume.

And now even better... I dye the sheep beforehand...

In there, good, forward, you. Watch out, and you too.

The wool falls down here. And up there the wool is spun.

I made a sweater in two colors.

Production cost zero, I flood the market...

I'll make a fortune and buy the whole mountain.

And then?

Then I build a factory. - Ah, ha ha...

Indeed. - No way.

But yes. - No!

But yes. - No!

Yes. - No!

Yes! - No!

Yes! - No!

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