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- The matches. - What?

The matches.

- The matches! - Just a sec.

You!

Be on the look out! We must not be seen!

What are you doing?

Are you robbers?

What? No, we're not!

You're trying to get into the bank.

No, they are the robbers!

We're not breaking in.

We're sticking strikes

to block the doors.

What are strikes?

You like superheroes?

We're just like superheroes,

but old ones.

Why block the doors?

To mess up the capitalist system.

Like sand grains

in the neoliberal machine.

Excuse me.

Yes, Pierrot?

Mimile?

What's going on?

You're not coming to the funeral?

Lucette hated me.

She made that clear 35 years ago.

I respect her wishes.

Stupid is as stupid does.

You're on overdrive.

Antoine needs us. He lost his wife.

Your old ass is going to the funeral.

A cremation, right?

What's your problem?

Lucette's gone. Antoine needs us. He's our friend.

You remember a time without him?

I have better to do than think of the past.

Pick me up on your way.

I don't have a car.

Mimile?

Shit!

So?

Is the match in?

You know I can't see shit.

Kid, can you help us?

Don't go, kid! We're doing this for you!

Hello Sir. Hello Miss.

Hello Mimile.

Hello.

TRICKY OLD DOGS

The ceremony is at 3 p.m.

Dad!

Can you hear yourself?

"Not with my dad".

You want a special VIP area?

It's all about you, isn't it?

Yeah, right. Be a victim.

You're not going to your mom's funeral and...

Shit! My baked custards!

Do whatever you want. I'm fed up!

Mr. Picharbier, it's fine.

It's nothing.

- I need to go anyway. - I'll finish up.

If it rains...

You've been kind with the price.

I've known your grandfather for ages.

It's nice to see a new couple.

Yes, well, it's just me.

And soon kids running around.

Just one to start with.

Yes, but later,

who knows?

Dad!

Great.

Thank you.

Villa Deadhere Retirement home

Going on a trip this weekend?

To a funeral.

Whose is it?

Mine, I'm afraid.

This is a hick town. We're an hour late.

Let's go!

Deadhere is a stupid name for a retirement home.

Why bring slices of bread to a funeral?

Making toasts?

It's whole grain bread.

I'm not letting it go to waste.

Where's your mirror?

Glove box.

Let's go!

Hi, Uncle.

What's up with grandpa?

He's mowing the lawn.

Now?

- Wearing his suit? - Yes.

He said I didn't do it well.

We can't welcome guests like that,

it would disgrace her memory.

How difficult is it? For your mother!

Yes, Dad.

I'm an ungrateful son.

Talking about ungrateful, is your dad coming?

Later...

- He's coming, I hope! - Nope.

Bastard!

Grandpa, relax with the lawn a little.

What is all this?

It's your grandmother.

It was all over the place. I put it in here.

It hurts each time I see it.

I can't throw it away.

Are you kidding?

It's all her puppets.

Her old shows.

It's old stuff!

What will the guests say about this mess?

I don't think they'll come in here to cry.

We need to sort this out.

Take everything.

The sooner the better.

But not now.

It's time to go.

Sit in front, Dad.

You're not coming?

I'll take the truck.

When did you see Lucette last?

What about you?

Not last Christmas, not the one before

the one before.

Why Christmas?

They always invited me.

What the hell for?

So I wouldn't be alone.

Sissy! You didn't want to be alone!

You idiot!

He put his sock on the naily-nail.

I'm not talking to you.

It's useless.

Watch out!

- It's the automatic queue! - It's OK.

What's that thing?

That thing is a diamond of technology.

A tool against highway thieves.

Here we go!

Up your ass the motorway mafia!

Antoine, my friend,

you've lost a devoted wife

and we've lost a great artist. A passionate woman.

We were much alike, Lucette and I...

It's that Berthe girl.

She has some nerve!

It's Berthe.

Why is she here?

Unbelievable.

How dare she!

There she goes.

My condolences.

Antoine, my friend,

you've lost a devoted wife.

A passionate woman.

A great artist.

A sentinel you know...

A cultural ambassador for the countryside.

We must fight.

Yeah. Excuse me.

Is he a musician?

What does he play?

I hope you never know.

Where are the hot chicks?

Hey Pierrot! Hey Mimile!

Sorry, we had a flat tire.

My hands are as dirty as a politician's.

At least you can wash it off with soap.

Antoine's driving people home.

He'll be back soon. Have a drink.

Is that Sophie over there?

That's Sophie?

She looks like Lucette.

You just noticed?

I wasn't invited for Christmas.

I hope she doesn't have her personality.

Who's the dork helping her?

Her boyfriend?

Hi dickheads!

Thanks for coming, Pierrot!

I was threatened by a scary, senile old fogey.

I can still kick the shit out of you,

with just one hand.

How do you feel?

Like a double amputee.

My feet itch.

Shit! Hide me, guys!

Antoine!

I wanted to say hi,

even if you think that's gauche.

Janine,

so nice of you to come.

I came because I liked Lucette.

It must've hurt firing her back in the day.

I was young. I had my orders.

Plus...

She quit. She negotiated a severance package.

Of course she did!

Garan-Servier was wiping his ass with the labor code.

Oh my!

Getting rich selling pills.

A dream come true.

But how nice of Mr. Garan-Servier

sending his staff to pay his respects.

He could have come himself.

Lucette worked for him for 8 years

and I put in forty.

But...

you haven't heard?

He's gone senile. His sons fired him.

- Poor thing. - Seriously?

Inheritance shares don't add up.

100 million are missing.

Oh no! 100 million?

So they only have 6 billion left

and an island in the Pacific.

What a disgrace!

I might have some change.

I don't.

Of course you don't!

Laugh all you want.

But things are tense at the family meetings.

The money disappeared.

The old man won't talk.

They sent him off in Tuscany.

They want to choke him.

Tuscany!

Bastards!

So Tuscany!

Tuscany it is.

Grandpa!

I admit it's good.

Made with farm eggs

from my neighbor's farm.

What?

At Berthe's farm?

Yes, that's it, Berthe.

Grandpa!

Can we talk?

Here.

You buy Berthe's eggs? Are you nuts?

Do you know who she is?

You think that's how it works here?

My reputation, remember?

I don't want people to know you buy Berthe's eggs.

Have you thought about Grandma?

Antoine?

You should come.

Something's happening.

Can someone explain?

What the hell is going on?

From what I've heard

Berthe ploughed the rugby field before an important game.

No one told me. Was it this week?

Not really. It was in 1955.

- You're kidding? - No.

That can't be the reason.

Something's wrong. Pierrot, Dad...

If you want to stay mentally healthy in this world,

stay out of these old stories.

Hello? Can you hear me?

Oh no, not him.

We are here today...

Who let him in here?

A vibrant tribute for our old friend.

And now, music.

I'll put the playback.

It goes like this...

A leather dress

like a stirrup

Get me out of here guys!

Inside like a sailor...

A girl sings

An English tune

It's great!

It's great!

It's great!

Who knocked up the kid?

Oh dear!

Six months ago when Lucette started to be sick

Sophie showed up from Paris, she ditched everything,

the AD Agency, the career,

buys the farm takes over the Wolf in Underwear.

And then boom!

A baby bump!

No progenitor.

That's great!

That's a young gun sewing some oats.

She buys her eggs from Berthe.

Wait a second.

Her dad, Bernard,

he didn't come to the funeral?

I'm not in the mood.

Lucette's gone, the rules don't change.

Whoever says that name again,

I'll stuff 5 puppets up his ass

and take him for a ride.

Got it?

And that's how life goes by.

40 years loading trucks for that damn factory!

Legal drugs by the pallet.

I should've split, like you did.

Come on! The "I should have" or "if I'd known"...

Forget about it.

You hit the road, that's it.

Straight ahead, mate! The milestone.

Without a rear-view mirror.

What whole grain bread?

Nothing. Enjoy.

No but hey!

What the hell?

Old hag!

Leave my granddaughter alone!

With your rotten eggs!

Well, when you're done,

can we go, I'm exhausted.

Shit!

Still nosing around?

Okay, fine. I'll stop.

I should throw it in the fire.

Now you're addicted to cremation.

Really?

Like Viking funerals. A big bonfire!

Shit. As he gets older

he's back to the Middle Ages.

Unbelievable.

She's annoying with that junk!

Grandpa?

Is this you and Grandma?

Swag!

It was her beginnings. She practiced on us.

I forgot you had a mustache!

The Unionist's mustache.

Whatever!

It's true.

Lech Walesa's mustache yesterday.

- Martinez's today. - Or Stalin,

if we're being cruel.

The black circumflex accent on the angry guy's mouth.

You guys are idiots!

And your mustache?

No comparison my friend.

Clark Gable's elegance.

Don Diego de la Vega's graphic signature.

Zorro's a rich guy helping poor guys.

Ever seen him work in an episode?

Just like Garan-Servier!

Lucette made a puppet of him,

a complete mess. Horrible.

Is it in there?

Stop saying Garan-Servier!

From now on, whoever says his name

drinks a shot of brandy.

He's right.

Put it back in the boxes.

You kidding? I'll take it.

It'll look nice in the baby's room.

I'm tired. Good night old farts.

Good night, Sophie.

- I can drive you home? - I'm fine.

See you tomorrow.

And that's it.

Life has gone by. What's left?

An old truck.

A lot of boxes.

Let me tell you something.

If it weren't for Sophie,

I'd eat Garan-Servier's pills with a liter of brandy.

And I'd go find Lucette.

What the hell does that bullshit mean?

You said Garan-Servier.

Cheers!

You said Garan-Servier. Cheers to you too!

What did I say?

Garan-Servier.

Cheers to you too.

We'll finish the bottle.

This feels good.

Oh shit!

Finally up!

I was bored playing alone.

Where's Antoine?

Don't know.

Maybe in the village.

When I woke up he'd already left

He'll be back soon.

Don't move.

I'm going to kick your ass.

Please.

Why don't you move back here?

It's better than struggling in Paris living on pension.

I can't abandon my action group.

Your action group?

At our age,

the only thing left to work is the system.

Subversion gets me off now.

You plan on pissing the world off much longer?

We must fight! Seen the world lately?

What else can we do?

The oppressors, the offenders, the predators,

the...

Play!

You're pissing me off!

Not bad for a blind man.

It's about projecting your thoughts.

Eyes closed. The brain, the hand and boom!

Look who's back!

Hey, he'd run us over, the idiot!

Come here!

Antoine, what's going...

Antoine! What's up? Stop!

I have to go. Feel at home.

Keys are on the bin.

Antoine! Stop! What the hell are you doing?

Stop!

You wanna play! Shit will hit the fan!

Magnificent.

Shit!

Shit!

Fucking piece of shit car!

Stupid fucking Antoine piece of shit!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

How's it going?

How does it look? You see my car!

If you'd stop car chasing!

Antoine started it!

What the hell is his fucking problem?

I think I've guessed. Look.

The slut!

She is dead, you know.

Hello, gentlemen.

Is Antoine around?

No, why?

He passed by the notary earlier.

And things didn't go well.

Which means?

Antoine punched him

in order to get confidential information.

Brousse filed a complaint.

That makes two complaints.

With the one on Antoine.

That's what I said.

We're friends. We hunt together.

I need to question Antoine.

He left and we need to go.

Tell Antoine to drop by the police station

and stop acting stupid.

TENSION WITH GARAN-SERVIER

Michel?

It's kind of you but it's fine, really.

I'm glad to.

I need peace so I can read, you see?

That's why I'm mowing the lawn. It'll be nice.

But it's about silence.

Silence in the countryside?

Thank you.

Read this.

It was 50 years ago.

So you knew about this.

Does everyone know

my wife slept with Garan-Servier?

She told me.

It's not what you think.

She had a fling when you guys had issues.

A fling?

Sex with the "Ride of the Valkyries",

that's not my idea of a fling.

He wanted to divorce, for her.

So she quit and began the theater company.

She loved you more than anything.

You gotta be kidding!

Nothing mattered besides your union meetings.

I was standing up for our rights.

Why are you calling?

Your friends said you left with a gun.

I'd rather kick him to death

but with my arthritis...

What the point? He's old and sick.

You'll go to prison!

I'm hanging up now.

Don't call back, I won't answer.

How crazy is this!

A crime of passion 50 years later!

When it comes to love there's no time limit.

Unfortunately.

Who is that guy?

What are you doing Michel?

The scythe. It's silent.

It's kind of you but please don't bother.

Let's call the police.

Cause of the scythe?

Bad idea. Garan-Servier's famous.

It can't get out!

- We have to find him! - Where?

The scythe is very effective.

- Brousse will know. - Who?

He's right.

Antoine went to see Brousse.

He must know where the old guy is.

What a snitch!

Let's go!

You need

to loosen your hips and make large movements. See?

Loose.

And large.

Wait! Why should he tell us?

Why did he tell Antoine?

- He got his ass kicked? - Precisely!

Up for round two.

Let's go! He's only an hour ahead.

If you're driving I'm not going.

He can't see shit. Reckless driver.

You drive if I'm reckless.

No. I'm on medication.

Sophie, take the wheel.

I don't know if you guys noticed, I'm 6 months pregnant,

I'm not going I don't know where kicking ass

in this beat up suppository with two old...

Two seniors.

And loose!

Oh shit!

What the hell is he doing!

That moron flattened my tire!

I was too large.

I can't believe this!

Put the spare tire on.

That was the spare tire!

OK. Come on.

A bitter pill to swallow!

We're not swallowing the bitter pill!

You guys are crazy!

He'll give you trouble.

Who? Brousse?

Slapping is violent. A threat was enough.

Slapping a notary isn't a person.

It's slapping a notary!

Give me my bag please.

Wait!

I have my magic box!

Oh shit, he took it!

What is it?

An unbearable thing.

A tool against highway thieves.

It's different.

We're already late.

Just a minute.

It's searching.

Anyways,

Lucette, that's a good one!

The perfect woman, right.

Who said that?

Everyone! She did too,

giving lessons on courage, excellence, abnegation.

As a result:

Under the desk, Lucette!

Bullshit!

I'm in heaven.

That's not elegant!

How do you call it?

I call it being human.

Being weak, having a crush.

Crushes my ass.

Anyway none of you are objective.

I have my credit card.

Never. You hear me! Never!

Let's go!

Up your ass the motorway mafia!

Yeah, we know!

Do you guys know Berthe?

My neighbor?

Who owns the Ravine Farm?

A little...

I know her.

What's the problem?

Grandpa got nuts because I buy her eggs.

It's excessive, isn't it?

Don't you think it's excessive?

No, it's not!

So what's the problem?

The rugby game that got cancelled 60 years ago?

Of course not.

Well... a little...

These are old useless stories.

I'm having a nap.

So am I.

I'm exhausted.

Pee stop.

That's how it goes with pregnant women.

Can you buy this for me?

I love Bounty bars.

I left without my wallet.

Yeah, sure.

So, tell me about Berthe.

You're a pain. Who cares!

I don't want to talk about it.

Fine. I won't buy the Bounty.

Are you kidding me?

No Berthe, no Bounty bar.

That really sucks!

You realize how that sucks?

Yes but that's how it is.

Garan-Servier's factory was a big hit in the 80's.

What does he have to do with Berthe?

Wait!

The factory needed to expand.

Garan-Servier decided to double his production

and create 1000 new jobs.

The village people were hungry for jobs.

Your grandfather and the union supported the project.

But for that

Garan-Servier needed to buy land.

And guess who refused to sell her fields?

Berthe?

Berthe, that bitch.

There was nothing we could do.

So, he gave up the expansion.

He relocated in Spain,

Italy, Mexico.

Over 30 years that's 1200 jobs cut.

She screwed up the region.

And you buy her eggs.

That's it. Can we go now?

It's not Berthe's fault

if Garan-Servier went to Mexico.

Of course it is!

What was her argument?

She loved pissing everyone off.

You were 20 when you quit.

You don't play rugby.

What do you have against Berthe?

It's her fault

my best friend left around the world.

She ploughed the field,

that crazy hysterical bitch,

the day before the semi-finals.

A disaster for the community.

For a guy like Mimile, rugby was his whole life.

So he packed his bag and left for the big leagues

in the Southern hemisphere. Australia, South Africa,

the Fiji Islands.

He should have been one year. He spent his life in the Pacific.

Thanks to Berthe.

Then again, there must be a reason.

You're driving me nuts with your questions!

Are you puppeteer or archeologist?

That's incredible.

Do we ask you

about the baby with no father?

We're wasting time! And that slow truck!

Let's go.

I'm coming you old piece of shit.

So Grandpa,

you remember our last talk?

So...

who is this?

Duclos, the deputy mayor?

Oh no, that's Rene.

He got suspended for 3 games against Agen

for a fork in his eye on the...

What part did he play in the company?

Not in rugby.

So look,

His last name, Rene?

Yes! That's Rene.

Darrigade, is that it?

Last time you talked about Berthe.

Berthe Goitreux?

People said she was crazy.

Do you remember?

She wasn't crazy.

Really?

They painted her eggs, she didn't like it.

What?

She told me when I met her.

But me...

Motus.

What was the connection? Something's wrong in this story.

You wanted to buy land, right?

You know, all I wanted was

to see the Wolf.

The Wolf in Underwear.

Have I told you about that?

Yes.

The Wolf in Underwear.

I think you're tired.

I'll let you rest.

Where are we?

Italy, my dear. It's been a while.

Why did we stop again?

Lucette's old truck needs a break.

And my feet have turned into calzones.

If we keep stopping, we'll never catch up.

Let's go!

Yes, fine!

I'm sure Antoine stopped too.

He hasn't slept for 3 days.

He's not Fast and Furious.

Rise and shine!

These ladies are from Puy-du-Dôme,

back from a trip to Rome.

Hello!

Is 5 minutes alone too much to ask?

Look at you!

- When are you due? - A boy or a girl?

How many are in there?

It's nice to see little ones on the way.

You're not driving?

A baby with a great life ahead of him.

Or not.

How's that?

Well, does the world look good to you?

Typical old fogey talk.

Hey there, Sophie!

What, it's true!

You old folks are always saying "he's so cute".

You should apologize.

Look around you! The world is screwed up.

You left a mess and now you wish us good luck.

That's some freaking nerve!

What did we do to you?

What you did, my dear?

You're guilty for the mess in the world.

Globalization, ultra-liberalism.

Pollution, over-exploitation, extensive farming,

tax havens, communication...

Inconsistent, retrograde, bigot, right-wing voters!

In 80 years you've used almost all the living species,

consumed all our resources,

ate all the fish.

50 billion chickens in broiler farms and people die of hunger.

Historically, you're...

the worst generation in the history of mankind.

And to make it worse,

you live even longer.

I have to pee.

And my baby says, bite me!

"You messed up my planet!"

Give me a break!

Shit! Shit!

I can't believe this!

How can I be so stupid?

Look! There!

Stop! His car! He must've gone down the path.

Leave us here. We'll try to find him.

Find the entrance of the house.

Time to settle some scores!

Jean Marie Bremeux from the Legal Department!

You're the last person I expected to run into in Switzerland.

Bremeux!

A donut?

Shut up!

Bremeux was an asshole and a snitch.

That's true you were always leaving letters in my box.

The employees called you "The Slug".

For forty years,

I faced you in meetings,

eye-to-eye.

For forty years,

I thought we were fighting man to man,

on equal terms.

The whole time you must've thought,

poor schmuck,

make all the noise you want,

I boinked your wife, union man.

That's what you thought, right?

Listen, Bremeux.

I didn't come to Corsica to hear about unions.

Some Christian charity.

A donut?

Oh shit!

He must have climbed up.

Thanks!

OK. Let's go. Fucking Antoine!

- Go! Push! Higher! - I am!

Let me tell you a secret.

I'm having an affair

with a cute lady in Accounting.

The sweet Lucette Perron.

Oh, her skin!

If you could feel her skin.

The skin on her thighs.

And her breasts.

Those breasts!

They feel like fresh bread.

No! Not fresh bread!

Excuse me!

What are you doing here?

Charlotte, this is Bremeux,

from Legal Department.

Bremeux, Charlotte,

my granddaughter.

No, I'm Capucine, I'm his nurse.

It's a private property.

Yes, well, that is... I'm on vacation in the area

and I passed by,

so I walked in, almost by accident.

I was talking about my secretary, Lucette.

- And her thighs... - Unbelievable.

Don't listen, he's not seeing anyone.

He's remembering a love affair.

Yeah I figured.

He drives us all nuts. Lucette this and Lucette that.

How soft her thighs are, her breasts, her butt...

I'll spare you the details.

You're too kind.

She must have been

one hell of a woman, to get that man all worked up.

And then he starts rambling on

talking about a red truck, the Wolf in Underwear

and who-knows-what.

- Security for Capucine. - Excuse me.

I'm listening.

I got a red truck with a lady asking for Garan-Servier.

She says it's urgent.

The family said "no visitors".

On the truck, there's a Wolf in Underwear.

I'll be right back.

Miss Garan-Servier!

Miss Garan-Servier!

So, what about you, Bremeux?

How is your love life?

Are you getting some?

- Come back! - Come here!

What's the point?

He's too far! Let's go back to the road!

What are you two doing here?

Visiting the area you idiot!

Bring your ass back before you get caught.

You couldn't climb the wall?

No. Whatever!

Why try? It's a private property.

You morons!

Come see if I'm a moron!

That's a good one.

The Wolf in Underwear!

The Wolf in Underwear! It's real!

You know it?

If I know it?

It's a myth around here. An institution!

Well if it does exist you must be...

No, you can't be Lucette?

Well, no.

Can I?

I have a million questions!

I think I do too.

PRIVATE

You're the king of assholes. Look at us now!

We ate nothing but crappy sandwiches on the highway.

It felt like vomit in between sponges.

We had to settle for Bounty bar.

And I have a low sugar treatment.

As a result, he threw up and I tore my t-shirt.

And I threw my gun in a mud hole.

I never fucking found it.

Gee, what a house!

Some people don't fool around.

That makes me sick.

Look, Marie-Amelie,

my dear Lucette.

And Bremeux,

from the Legal Department.

He seems to be on vacation too.

Oh Gosh!

He's really losing it.

93 starts to get heavy on the cake.

Tell me about it.

I'm not complaining. It's a good job.

Thank you.

Miss Wormwood, can you believe it?

I'm going to be a dad.

Why drive in your condition?

What else could I do? You leave to kill people!

Imagine if you had a problem!

Well, I didn't!

I'm here and it's thanks to them.

But Mimile!

See that? He's covered in tattoos!

What do you think?

He sailed around the world 3 times.

He made a fortune, which he lost on a copper mine in Papua.

Excuse me.

It's amazing seeing you.

I'm working on my grandfather's memoirs.

I'd like to ask you questions as a former employee.

Yes but no.

We have...

a long road. No.

Do your files talk about the 50's? The relocation?

Among other things.

Thank you very much.

That must hurt?

The needles.

Life hurts, Beautiful.

Sweetheart.

Each hour hurts us and the last one kills us.

Magnificent.

Yes, exactly,

magnificent!

Go figure.

He knows how to swim.

There goes the worker's money.

You have it here.

Exactly!

Years of hardship, redundancy plans

short-time working, overtime.

They're looking for 100 million. It makes me sick.

So you worked in the factory too?

You have a lot to share?

We'd love to but we have to go.

You've been so kind.

I'll stuff them up my ass.

Tell me about it.

You're not leaving tonight.

It's late.

Sophie's tired.

You're our guests for the night.

No, we have to go home.

We don't want to bother.

Pot luck tonight, believe me.

An Italian diner for old times' sake.

Tuscany wine and a good night sleep.

You'll see life differently.

I'll show you your room.

I'm not sleeping here.

I'd rather die than sleep in his sheets.

I have standards. Right, Antoine?

You're especially idiots.

Excuse me?

"The mean boss"

"We're pure, paladins"

Don't you ever get tired of this?

Don't you want to...

enjoy life?

Antoine, if you think Garan-Servier paid this

with the workers' money

you have the right to spend the night?

You deserve it, right?

He's got a point.

I can't believe this!

You wanted to put a bullet up his ass.

I felt hurt.

I was a victim...

of a change of... How do you say?

Perception.

A change of perception.

That goes way back.

But right now,

I admit I'm too tired to drive back.

We're exhausted, guys!

No reason to be ashamed.

Come on,

Mrs. Pivanoti will fix some drinks.

Go ahead! Go fart in silk!

I'll be in the proletarian truck!

I'll take a picture.

The retired unionist is basking

in his former boss's opulent property.

- I'm basking? - You're basking.

You idiot! I'm not basking.

Precisely! By the pool!

Anarchist propaganda bullshit.

It's out of the context.

Others will judge. I'm tweeting it.

Let it go.

He's a public danger.

He doesn't have twister.

He just read that word in the newspaper.

Come with us Pierrot!

Come have a drink!

I'm good here.

At least eat something.

I have more Bounty bars.

The Bounty rebel!

That was in the beginning:

the laboratory

then the factory.

The first teams. Look.

Maybe photos of you.

Don't dream, Miss.

Workers weren't invited to official photos.

Even less the union rep.

What amazes me in his career

is his sudden desire for international business.

He was invested in the region.

He was proud of his factory.

Even more than...

More than his children.

More than everything.

He loved his country, he was famous here.

The town was overwhelmed.

It wasn't industrialized. Just farming.

And rugby!

And the Wolf!

I'm going to kill him!

I'm going to kill him!

Bedtime, Mr. Armand.

Oh yes!

Have a nice night.

Good night Grandpa.

Good night.

This was the first management team,

with grandpa,

someone named Rene and...

That's Lucette!

That's my grandmother.

She was his secretary.

So that's Lucette!

You look exactly the same!

- I can't tell. - Well, yes!

Look!

I've heard so much about her. She was here all this time.

Look, Antoine.

It's late! What's the bedroom organization?

Let me show you.

Good.

Good night, everyone.

Good night.

Wait up, Antoine, I'm coming with you.

The shower, the bathtub.

The towels are here.

Lucette!

What are you doing here?

You got bath pearls too?

What?

What the hell!

Your bullshit never stops!

Like Capucine said, I'm not really Lucette.

You see?

Wait.

It's here. You'll see.

Where did I put it?

What are you looking for?

Me!

Me!

I am

somewhere

in this closet.

I found it!

Do you remember?

You just started making puppets.

I always keep it.

And since your theatre company is going well now.

I want you to take it.

You can give him a part.

But not the mean boss.

She made you...

I made you a big head...

Yes, you camel.

It's not as big as this.

I stuffed the head a bit.

Because now I...

I'm losing it a little.

But not him.

I was looking for you.

Do you know Berthe Goitreux?

Yes, I buy her eggs.

Come have a look.

Grandpa wanted to expand the area.

I heard about that, it wasn't possible...

Because of Berthe Goitreux!

Who's crazy and a pain.

That's what they say but grandpa disagrees.

Really? What did he say?

She's one hell of a woman.

I read a letter. He tried to convince her.

But she didn't give in. Look.

- You know why? - No.

She hated everyone since post-war years.

If she sells,

the factory expands, bringing success and she refuses that.

Grandpa's angry

but he also likes that.

Because...

He respects Berthe, who never gave in.

Why does she hate everyone?

That part is not very clear.

He said she was furious

because they painted her eggs and her cows.

Hear anything about that?

Good.

Those old fogies are pissing me off.

Someone's going to spit it out.

I'm calling her.

Who? Berthe?

Hi, Berthe, it's Sophie.

You sleeping? It's late.

What do you want?

I need to ask you before I go crazy.

What's wrong with your eggs?

None of your business.

I'll call back.

All night long.

I'll disconnect the phone.

Then I'm coming over.

I'm 5 minutes away. I'll knock until you answer.

You'll wake up Mom!

I don't care!

It's your grandpa's fault.

Your stupid grandfather

and his worthless friends.

Fucking rich piece of shit! Look at that!

Anarchy!

What about your father?

The same. We don't get together much.

Anarchy!

Anarchy!

COSY FEET

Shit!

It's the anarchist on an alternating current.

You militate then you stop.

I just went to pee.

I was in the room next door,

wondering who snored so loud.

Yeah, well, at my age,

A few exceptions don't erase a life of combat.

I absolutely agree.

You could have made it with us.

Hi!

What's wrong?

Nothing.

So, can we go?

They made breakfast.

What are you doing?

Preparing a show. Come on.

Everyone's already here!

Yes!

How was your night in the truck?

Perfect.

She brought her puppets!

You're going tell us a story?

Exactly.

I love stories.

Good.

I love stories too.

This one's special. It's called

Chicken Boche and the 3 donkeys.

This story happened

in a small village after the war.

In this region,

no war, it was the free zone.

But a SS division

stayed in the area.

Before the Germans, all the children

got along pretty well.

But the thing is,

a few families helped Nazi invaders

and when Liberation came

they had to give explanations.

Fights broke out in school.

Kids shouted "collabos!".

"Your mom slept with the Heinies!"

A little girl was sentenced to this treatment.

She was 10 years old in 1945.

Her name was Berthe,

but some kids started calling her

"Chicken Boche."

"Chicken Boche."

Why such a weird nickname?

- I'll tell you. - Yes, no but...

- Enough. - Sit down!

Listen to the end.

You started with the old stories.

Berthe's dad was sent off for forced labor in Germany

and her mom was left alone in the farm.

And so

when the Germans came in the area

it was a chance to have news of her husband.

And even get him back home.

She did her best to serve the Germans.

Waste of time.

Berthe's dad never came home.

He sent a letter,

and money 5 years later,

explaining that he fell in love

and started a new life.

With the money Berthe's mom bought a tractor.

She was the first to have one in town.

And that brought a lot of jealousy.

Berthe had to stop school.

She worked with her mother.

That could have brought peace.

But that was forgetting the 3 donkeys.

They were very creative in wickedness.

First, the cow incident.

And then especially

the eggs story.

Eggs, just like these.

Then came along their song

on the Boche's chicken.

Berthe ran out of the market,

while all the kids sang

the Chicken Boche song.

Anyone know it?

"Chicken Boche

"You're filthy and ugly.

"You filled your pockets with the Nazi money."

Anyone?

Well...

I'll leave you to your breakfast,

and old times' sake.

Take this time to think why Garan-Servier never expanded.

Especially you, Grandpa.

Your union struggles, your standards.

Hello everybody!

Look who woke up last.

Bremeux!

We're going for a walk.

He's staying.

Thanks, Antoine, for all of this!

What? What do you mean?

We drove thousands of miles

in an old truck to save your ass

and as a reward

we get a feminist inquisition.

and eggs thrown at us. The best time of my life!

It's not your fault, maybe?

You didn't sing Chicken Boche with us?

One last thing Grandpa.

All the cakes, pancakes, omelets that Lucette made for 40 years,

she used Berthe's eggs.

She was her friend.

She'd take her truck and buy her eggs.

You ate Nazi eggs all your life.

Why didn't Mimile get the egg shampoo?

It's true he was there too.

I'll let him answer that one.

Where are you going?

What's he doing?

Are you trying to run away?

What's the big deal?

Come on!

This is fucking pathetic!

Pathetic!

Mimile! Come back!

Come on!

So pathetic!

Pathetic!

Come back Mimile.

What are you doing now?

Going for a swim?

Are you kidding me?

- We're talking! - You just ate!

Your ass will drown.

Get out and talk to us!

What's on your mind?

I'd like to go to the town fair, Saturday.

Go ahead.

No reason not to enjoy.

Don't play stupid, Emile.

You know what I mean.

I want you to be my date.

The game's on Sunday, I need to rest.

Yeah right!

You never miss the town's fair.

Don't get upset, Berthe.

You're ashamed of me.

You can't date "Chicken Boche"!

You don't love me.

Of course I love you.

It's a bad time. It's the semi-finals.

Fine. Don't bother.

Wait!

Fine. We'll go together to the party.

I'll pick you up at 5 p.m.

See you tonight, Mom!

Well that...

That's the greatest cherry on top!

Yeah it's...

It's more than words...

I never saw Berthe again,

after that party.

Never!

I left town.

The country! The continent.

I would have gone even further.

If I could have gone to Mars,

I would have.

When you think about it.

At that time he left like an enema.

And we thought he was adventurous.

We didn't understand.

You were Marco Polo to us.

Swindler!

Sophie looked pissed.

Yes, damn it! We were kids!

All kids do stupid stuff.

Do we ask if she cut bug's legs off?

We did more than that.

We're off the scale.

It was...

She's right we acted like assholes.

Yes, well!

We did. We can't undo it.

You said it earlier.

The milestone. No remorse, no regrets.

This is the end. We've dumped our shit.

I won't let them pity pot me with regrets.

We're not wasting our time in the past.

It's all Lucette's fault! Shit!

She had no right!

She had no right doing that!

It's horrible.

Don't start again.

It was a fling.

I'm not talking about that.

So what's horrible?

- Buying eggs from Berthe? - No!

Explain better. She had no right to what?

To leave me.

Don't cry old fogey. Shit.

I want to go home.

I'm on with that.

I have a package for you.

Hello Beautiful!

I came to get my car.

I'm going back to Paris.

I'm taking Mimile with me.

I have some mail too.

Here.

Still with those awful things!

Are you mad?

I'm too tired to be mad. Bills.

Bills never stop. I'll never pull this off.

If you wanted to be rich making puppets,

you should've gone to Brussels

not become a puppeteer in Tarn.

Shit!

I was too large.

The maniac is still here.

He's nice enough to fix my roof.

He changed your tire too.

And your rear view windows.

You know what?

I was thinking about Garan-Servier.

His affair with Lucette and...

And?

I was wondering if...

it ever crossed your mind

if his "son with problems" was...

Garan-Servier's son?

That would explain a lot.

I don't know what to do. Could you talk to him?

Me?

I've known this guy for 74 years.

Friendship is like wine.

If you want it to age well,

not too much light

and a good temperature.

So what should I do?

Well.

Back to Paris. My action group awaits.

The fight continues!

Garan-Servier's son?

You just started making puppets at that time.

Yes, you camel.

Not as big as this one.

I stuffed its head.

IDENT / PASSWORD

I'm done.

I fixed the roof. It should hold on.

I heard you earlier, moneywise.

And...

I can wait. No problem.

What?

It's pitchfork time.

An old rusty pitchfork.

Listen,

even if we get tetanus infection,

we had it coming.

Subtitles: Julie Martel

Subtitling: HIVENTY