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Dazzling was the street I lived on.

Every time I come back to my old neighbourhood of Montmartre, where I was born...

...dazzling I say, because all my memories are those of the sun.

I have a feeling it was always sunny when I was a little boy.

Perhaps it's because I was always happy.

All I wanted to do was play and make jokes...

or play-fight with my buddies of Rue Bachelet, the street I lived on.

I was a bit of an urchin. So here I am, Robert Sabatier,

Olivier if you like. I'm now walking to my old school.

My school... how silly, I have a feeling a miracle is about to happen.

I'm transforming into the younger Olivier and I will relive my entire happy boyhood.

Well, not always happy, I had no idea what was ahead.

Hey sweetie, could you please lend me your chalk?

Let us relive Olivier's story, which is my story...

Nobody is looking...

Anatole...

and Grain de Sel...

and Grain de Sel...

are...

both...

Well, you've got balls, Châteauneuf.

Both of you are good for nothing.

- You're scared shitless, aren't you? - That's right. You've got some nerve!

You don't scare me one bit. Want to know what you are?

Writing down: riffraff.

- What does that mean, riffraff? - I don't know,

but it must be an insult.

Châteauneuf Olivier Sabatier... You will pay dearly for this.

Help!

You're done for, Châteauneuf!

Shit!

- It's locked! - Go after him, he can't get away!

Get him, get him!

You're really asking for it, Châteauneuf.

- Bunch of losers! - Bastard!

Open this door!

So, my riffraff, try to get out of this one!

- Monsieur Ernest. - Olivier, what are you doing here?

I came to warn you, because Grain de Sel and Anatole...

snuck into your basement to steal some wine.

Well, they'll soon find out who they're dealing with. Thank you, Olivier.

- Ernest, treat him to a lemonade. - Coming right up.

- Good day, Ernest. - How are you?

Very well!

Aren't you Monsieur Bougras?

I'll say. I sprained my back working on some worthless deed.

Thanks, Ernest

I have some fruit and vegetables for you. I can bring them to your flat.

Well, you can bring them to me tomorrow. Tonight, I'm...

getting sloshed. And hopefully, in good company.

- If I catch you again, I'll turn you in. - We did nothing wrong, sir!

That's not what Olivier told me. Get out and never come back!

- You're not done with me yet, Châteauneuf! - Sure, sure...

I'm home!

- Olivier, I told you to come straight home after school. You knew I wanted to go out.

I completely forgot. Where are you going?

To the hospital in Salpêtrière. Visiting a friend.

Do I know her?

No, I haven't seen her in a long time. Come, I prepared your lunch.

I made you a quiche. There's ham and cheese.

If I'm not back when you go back to school, leave the keys with madame Hacque.

Understood.

Ah, I almost forgot. Bring this ledger back to Madame Michon.

I'm not surprised, she never pays up that one.

You should be more careful. You can't give credit like that to everybody.

You're right, my love. But what can I do. The crash affects everyone and we are merchants.

- OK, see you later. - See you later, mom.

- Ah! Good morning, miss Mado. - Good day, Olivier.

- You're mom is not here? - No, she had to run an errand.

Oh well. Please give her this stocking that I mended.

- Alright, very well. - What am I forgetting...

- Ah yes! Some lace from the spool. - Extra soft?

Yes, that's it.

- Which one? - You're turning into a fine store keeper.

I can really hold my own, don't you think?

- I think this one should do. - Very well.

- How much do you need? - 1.50 meter

1.50 meter...

Good day, Olivier. Good day.

- Is your mom in? - No.

That's odd, she did ask me to drop by. Here, you see this?

- No. - I thought you liked these.

Well, not anymore!

Listen, tell your mom I came by.

Just let her know that I'll show up at our rendez-vous.

Good day, miss.

I can't stand that guy.

- One of your mom's admirers? - He's lying. She doesn't care about him.

- She never expects anyone when I hold the store. - Of course, Olivier.

But your mom is still young. It's normal for her to see men once in a while.

But why? We're happy together.

I agree with you. Your mom loves you.

If she sees other men, it doesn't change in any way the love she has for you.

- You understand? - No.

How can I explain? What's your favorite food?

- Plum pudding. - Okay,well...

Your mom, when she dates men, it's a bit like you with your plum pudding.

It gives her a little pleasure. But she still likes you the best.

I don't want her dating men, that's all.

My lord, I think you're jealous! You know Olivier, sometimes mothers,

when the father has died, they remarry, especially if they are beautiful like your mother.

You... you're beautiful... and yet you're not married.

For me it's different.

- Ah, good morning, miss. - Good morning, doctor.

- May I speak to your mother? - No, she's not here.

- And where is she? - At the hospital.

- In Salpêtrière? - Yes, she went visit a friend. How did you know?

He's the worst of them all. He's too old for mother.

Don't put words in my mouth, madame. You asked me to tell you the truth. I did.

But Monsieur Gringalet was very clear.

With his studies in pathology, his diagnostics and especially his predictions, it's a delicate matter.

Well, you are sure that I might be subject to aneurisms?

- Yes. - And it could happen at any time?

Yes, absolutely. But, when and how severe I cannot say.

- So you're saying, all I have left is hope. - Let me through!

What is happening?

I'm Doctor Lehman, this woman's practitioner.

- What are you doing here, Rene? - What did you say to her?

What you've been hiding from me, Rene... that I am lost.

No, it's not true. Virginie.

You had no right telling her that.

My dear colleague, I've always been straight with my patients when needed.

I am not only her doctor but also a friend. A very close friend.

I will take care of her. And she didn't have to know. You traumatized her!

I don't need your advice. I'm a professor of medicine and know exactly what to do.

Virginie...

- Don't believe a word he said. - Oh please! No more lies between us.

But why did you consult him. Why?

For Olivier's sake. I needed to know. And since you were incapable of telling me the truth.

I know it's not easy being both the doctor and the lover.

But nothing is lost, Virginie. You can live for years and years.

Not exactly his point of view.

You do have faith in me, don't you?

Virginie... I want you to marry me.

Do you think I would propose to you if I knew you wouldn't pull through?

I don't know if it's true or not Rene, but...

thanks for telling me.

But of course, it's true.

If you stop working, if you come live with me...

all you will have to do is rest. You'll see, I will take good care of you.

- And Olivier too? - Yes, Olivier too. As if he were my son.

- Even if something happens to me? - You have my word.

I will adopt the lad and raise him as my own.

I don't know what to think anymore.

I do like you, Rene.

That's all I ask.

If you are up to it, you come over this evening and we'll talk about it.

Public school for boys

Listen carefully, children. This entire area colored in pink and

Madagascar are part of the French colonial empire.

Now who can tell me how many inhabitants are found in French West Africa?

Châteauneuf.

- 4 million, 700 thousand. - 4 million, 700 thousand!

You should think for yourself, instead of repeating stupidities from your classmates.

You just gave me the territorial area, not the population!

Ah, you think that's funny, eh? Bunch of nincompoops!

For you, the French Colonial Empire is a laughing matter.

I taught students in Indochina.

And let me tell you. They knew more about your own country than you do.

With any stroke of luck, he might have another one of his memory spells...

Want to join us? We're going to play soccer in front of the Transat.

No. I'm waiting for David. I'm going to do my homework at his place.

Well, you and David are real buddies, aren't you. I hope you piss on him for me.

- Muzzle your guzzle, brat. - Châteauneuf!

- Châteauneuf, what a nice surprise. - I told you I'd catch up with you.

You know what we do to stool pigeons? Say you're sorry.

- Say you're sorry. - Leave him alone, Anatole.

- Why should I? - Because of his mother.

- What about my mother? - Her time is up, your mommy.

- You're a liar! - I'm not lying at all.

- I heard Dr. Lehman told her the truth. - Liar!

You're mom sees him regularly, right? Well, it's no longer a secret.

You're nothing but a lying bastard!

Wait and see. Your mom will be going West soon.

- Let's see that pretty face of yours. - Leave me alone. I'll smack you one.

Oh you little runt. You're really asking for it.

- Stop it, stop it! - Mind your own business, Zober.

Whoa, whoa! Come on, children. Go on home, everyone of you.

You've nothing better to do? Bunch of imbeciles.

- You will answer for this, Châteauneuf. - You're repeating yourself!

Take care of yourself, Olivier.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you, sir.

How did he know my name?

- I don't know. You've never seen him? - No, I would remember a one-armed man.

- Look at your trousers. - Oh, shit!

- Mom says they must last 'til Christmas. - Come over to my place, dad will patch it up.

- Is your old man home right now? - Yes, and the way things are, he's not too busy.

Like father like son, they say. I wonder what line of work you'll get into.

- This one is pure virgin wool? - Yes, pure virgin wool.

- And this one too. - Yes, nice fabric. This one is special.

I picked it up just for you this morning.

Well then, I'll give it some thought.

In any case, it wouldn't be for now, perhaps for next summer.

- Goodbye, Mr. Zober. - Goodbye, Mr. Turgan. And thank you.

So, Isaac.

Which one did Mr. Turgan choose?

- Nothing at all. - Really?

Says he doesn't need a suit right now, maybe next summer.

- But he said... - Yes, the crash is a strain for him too.

Now, now... we must show a bit of courage.

I'm going over to Kulpasky's.

Courage doesn't fill dinner plates.

We can get credit from Kulpasky, he won't refuse us.

One day no one will give us credit, Isaac.

And then what, how will we get by?

Esther, I received a letter from my uncle, the one who lives in America.

- And? - Well, he's offered me to come work with him.

He's doing quite well in New York.

- And what will you tell him? - That we accept his offer, of course.

Don't tell me we have to go away, again!

Hello mother, hello father, shalom. I brought Olivier.

- Hello madam, hello sir. - Hello Olivier.

- Monsieur Zober? - Oh...

- How did you get that tear, Olivier? - Playing soccer.

Soccer? You're sure it wasn't during a scuffle?

Can you sew it back, papa? Otherwise he'll be in trouble.

Alright, I'll do it by hand. Give me your trousers Olivier, it'll take 5 minutes.

Thank you, monsieur Zober.

There. Take Olivier to your room, and I will bring you a snack.

Tell her the story from the other day. What was it again?

- The scene from Orpheus? - Yes, that's it.

- Priorities, David. Homework first. - Yes, father.

Look at your husband, Esther, I'm a tailor who never makes a suit, only alterations.

I know Isaac, I know.

But think about David.

What sadness he will feel if we leave again. He's so attached to his friend.

- How did Orpheus manage to enter the Underworld? - Well, he charmed the gods with his music.

Here you are, children, your chocolate milk. Drink it while it's hot.

- Your trousers will be ready in 10 minutes. - Thank you, madame Zober.

- And he finally found her, Eurydice? - Yes, he did.

But she now had to follow him to the Upper-world without ever setting eyes on him.

- If not... - If not, she had to go back to the Underworld.

They had almost arrived at the top and Orpheus turned around to see if Eurydice was still there.

- But she had disappeared. - Disappeared?

Yes, disappeared, as if by sorcery. She was lost forever in the Realm of the Dead.

- That's so beautiful. - Yes, but tragically sad.

- And you, would you go to the Realm of the Dead? - Hm, I don't know. This story is just a legend.

As for me, I know two people for whom I would go to hell: My mother... and you.

- Virginie. - Yes.

These have just arrived. They are for you.

- Red roses mean passionate love. - Thank you, Albertine.

- Let's find out who sent them. - They're from Dr. Lehman.

You know, he loved you for so long.

If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate. You're too sweet to stay alone.

And the doctor is a good man, right?

And with that wretched war, men are getting scarce in this country.

What a cataclysm.

- I lost my poor Fernand in that war. - Yes, I know, Albertine.

They smell so nice.

- Well, I must go. I have a stew on the stove. - Good night, Albertine.

- Good evening, Olivier. - Good evening, madame Hacque.

How are you, young man?

- Good evening, mother. - Good evening, my love.

- How was school? - Everything went well.

You can lock up if you like, I'm not expecting anyone at this hour.

You know what? David told me the legend of Orpheus today.

Orpheus, isn't that an opera?

No, Orpheus is a poet. He rescues his wife from Hell.

Ah yes, now I remember... Eurydice.

- It's nice to love someone so deeply. - I too would rescue you from the fires of Hell.

But I wouldn't do like him. I wouldn't turn around.

Because... I don't want you to die.

- Well now, this is not a happy story. - No.

It's not a happy story.

Alright, let's eat.

I made your favorite stew. Are you pleased?

Tell me, mother...

you...

you're not close to dying, are you?

Why do you ask?

Well... because...

Grain de Sel told me his mother had seen documents in the doctor's office that said...

Said what?

That you might soon die.

- It's a joke, right? - What's the matter with you. Of course it is.

- And yet, you take medications. - I have a heart condition. So I take digitalis.

Lots of people take it and live long lives.

- Are you sure? - What's come over you? Look at me!

- Do I look like someone who is dying? - No.

Now tell me. Didn't we agree I would teach you how to dance?

- You mean, like right now? - Why not, come on.

And a one and a two...

(Counting steps)

You know what we'll do this evening? We'll go over to the Lapin Agile.

But you told me children weren't allowed!

- Don't worry, I'll find a way. - Great, and you can wear that dress I love.

- This one, and with the matching shoes. - And why not the one with the flower pattern?

No, it's awful. Besides, it's too revealing. No, you'll wear this one.

Yes, my lord.

- Good evening, Madame Virginie. - Good evening. I brought my boy with me.

That's all right, don't worry about it.

- If we're raided, he can hide in the closet. - Understood.

- What can I get you? - For me, a Guignolet Kirsch.

- What about you, Olivier? - Me... hm... a ginger ale.

- And a glass of water. - Coming up.

Oh darn, I forgot my digitalis!

- That's my baby. - I am not your baby.

That's right, you're more like a small hubby.

- Aren't we happy together? - I'll say.

- I wanted to... I wanted to ask you something. - Yes, go on.

Is it normal that you want...

to date men?

Who told you that?

Mado told me.

- She should mind her own business. - She was very discreet about it.

You know, I've been wanting to talk to you for some time.

But I said to myself, he's too young to understand.

If it's about you getting married to Dr. Lehman, don't bother.

- I must say, you're straight to the point. - Why is that?

Isn't that what you wanted to tell me?

Yes, of course... hm, not exactly.

I wanted to say that many mothers remarry and the children are happy to have a real family.

But I am happy. I just don't want to leave you.

You say that, but one day, you'll get married too. You'll have children.

- And you'll forget about me. - No.

- No, I'll never forget you. - You're such a sweetheart.

Perhaps Mado is right.

If you want to date other men, it's okay by me.

But I don't want to know about it.

- A tango... shall we give it a try? - No, not a tango, it's too hard.

Come Olivier, I'll teach you.

1- 2- 3... (counting steps)

The most beautiful tango in the world...

Mother?

I love you, see you tonight. Rene

Doctor Rene Lehman General Practitioner, 2nd floor

- Olivier? What in the world? - I know my mother's here. Let me in!

- Olivier! - Why did you do that? You shouldn't have!

I don't love you anymore! Why did you do it?

Olivier, calm down. Please, listen to me.

No! Don't touch me. I hate you, you understand? I hate you!

You'll never get to marry my mother. You're too old, you're too ugly!

What is the matter with you, Olivier? You mustn't talk to me like that.

Please, Rene, I beg you, stay out of this.

But he shouldn't say those things.

- I never want to see you again! - I should never have come here.

- I should never have listened to you. - Virginie!

- We messed everything up! - Virginie, please.

Olivier! Olivier!

- Why, Olivier, why? - I don't want to see you again. You lied to me!

- You taught me never to lie. - Forgive me, Olivier.

- I beg you. I should never have done that. - No, it's too late.

I mean nothing to you. You only think about yourself.

All you want to do is go live with him.

Don't say that!

Everything I do is for you. You're the only one that matters.

No... it's not true!

Please stop. Please stop it, Olivier. I'm your mother.

Mama... mama...

- I'm fine, I'm fine. - But you were limping.

I'm fine, look... the heel on my shoe is broken, that's all.

Don't move, I'll get you some water.

You know, I wasn't thinking straight when I said those things.

If you like, I could get Doctor Lehman.

No, no... I feel better now. I was too hot. I'm okay now.

Thank you.

You know, Olivier. In order to stop lying to you, I must tell you something.

I'm ill. More than you can imagine.

So it's true. It's true what they told me.

No... no...

The doctor takes good care of me. So when he asked me to marry him,

I thought it would be the perfect solution. You know, I don't like him all that much.

But he wants me to pull through. Just like you.

But you don't really need to marry him for that, he's such a stuffed shirt.

No, I don't really have to, no.

We can decide once you've given it some thought.

Tonight, we're both a little frazzled.

Come on, let's go.

- Are you sure you're okay, Olivier? - I'm good.

- If you are too tired, stay home from school. - No, no. I'm fine. I want to go.

Hey, David, come in, come in!

Hi Olivier. Aren't you ready yet? What are you doing?

- Almost done, I'm coming. - Hey, guess who I saw on Lambert Street.

- I don't know, who? - That mysterious man who saved us last night.

- He was leaving the Cantal Hotel. - So he's still in the neighbourhood?

What are you talking about?

Sorry mom, but yesterday we met a man who knew my name. I didn't know him.

Else I would have recognised him. He has only one arm.

- One arm? - Yes, he looked a little bit like papa.

He has brown hair and a mustache. You know who he is?

- Oh, hurry up, you'll be late. - Yes, let's go. We don't want to miss class.

Elodie! Elodie!

- Yes, what is it? - Can I see you for a minute?

Well of course, come on up.

But how can you be certain that the man Olivier saw was Andre Privat?

- I mean, children lie all the time. - No... no, Elodie, the dates match up.

Didn't you tell me he had to serve 2 more years in prison?

Well, general amnesty was declared before the presidential elections.

- Besides, he called Olivier by name. - Really? - Yes.

Well in that case, that's rather troubling.

I'm scared, Elodie. I'm really scared.

- Maybe you should call the police. - No, I can't do that.

After all, he paid for his misdeeds. And I don't think he wishes me any harm.

- What's this? You still have feelings for him? - Yes. But I don't know which ones.

In 15 years, I've gone through all of them. Hatred, forgiveness.

Remorse.

I was very young when the drama happened. But nobody was ever angry with Privat, you know.

Except Victoria, my sister-in-law. She never forgave him.

- Neither did I, for that matter. - Come on, Virginia, the past is the past.

I thought I would be prepared for his release from prison.

Today I feel completely lost.

It's me!

- Well look who's here. - Hello dear cousin.

Hello my Jeannot.

You're back already?

- You're not working today? - Tell me about it. They stopped filming.

Why is that?

There was an actor who couldn't speak into the mike. Not even after 15 takes.

- Who was it? - His name is Gabin. Jean Gabin.

You probably don't know him.

But of course we know him. He's a singer. We saw him at the Casino, remember?

- No. - He sang "L'amour caoutchouc".

Stop it, Jean.

- Not too heavy? Hey, you're okay? - Thanks, boys.

I should be done in an hour. Then I'll make you some pancakes.

There goes l'Araignée. ("The Spider").

Children shouldn't be able to see such a derelict.

There are specialized homes for his kind.

Tell me, Madame Hacque, why is he like that?

Because his mother was stung by a large spider when she was pregnant.

That's why he's like that.

But that's not possible, Madame Hacque, these are just stories.

- How would you know, huh? - Well, David knows everything.

Hey, there is l'Araignée! Wanna go?

- Good morning, sir. Can we help you? - No, no, it's all right, children.

No bother, it's from the heart. Give me your bag.

What a pain, your bag is worthless.

- You know what you've just done? - Gutter-pups like you, we don't want them.

Yeah, we don't want them.

Take that, you old cripple.

Anatole, you're a bastard.

A real bastard, Anatole.

- You still here? - I'll go fetch some help.

You're wrong thinking you'll get away with this.

Keep out, Olivier, they're real rascals.

You want your ass churned into jelly?

Yeah, we have a few scores to settle.

- First apologize to this man. - Over my dead body!

Piss off! Can't you see he needs help?

Let it go, son. It's no big deal.

L'Araignée doesn't need an apology. He needs a warning.

We don't want to see this derelict here or anywhere else.

- Here comes the chicken shit squad. - You're full of it, Grain de Sel.

- I will shrivel you up, riffraff.

None of your business, Capdeverre. It's Châteauneuf we want.

Piss on you. If you lay a hand on Châteauneuf, there'll be war.

As for l'Araignée, he's free to wash his clothes here if he wants. The basin belongs to everyone.

We're not pulling out of this one?

- Come on, children, you shouldn't... - Hey, cripple, shut your soapbox.

Don't be such a dirty scoundrel, Anatole. Death to the Riffraff!

Such bad seeds this lot.

What's going on here?

It's Riffraff, sir. He says l'Araignée can't wash his clothes here.

You must help l'Araignée. It's war sir, it's war!

War, hey... come here, you bunch of bastards. Have you any brains at all?

Stop it. Stop it right now! We need a revolution, my children!

A revolution, a black flag! It's anarchy that...

- will save this world from stupidities. Anarchy! - With him France is in good hands.

- So, Olivier, are you happy on your birthday? - Yes, sir.

Ah, I'll take you to Luna Park this summer. We'll be buddies in no time.

He's right you know. You'll see that Luna Park is amazing!

- I'm cold. I'll get my sweater from the coat room. - Let me get it for you.

No, no. I rather get it myself. You better hurry, the play is about to start again.

Very well, as you wish.

- Here, here's the coat check ticket. - Thank you.

Alright, come on, Olivier.

I hope you enjoy the next act.

Andre.

I was certain it was you.

I've been observing you at a distance for days, afraid to approach you.

You can't Andre, it's not right.

I want you to know, for the last 13 years, I've only thought of you, every day.

I was hoping for a letter, a little word, but nothing came. Nothing at all.

- You hate me that much? - Oh no, Andre.

I even tried to see you a few times, but at the last moment, I just couldn't.

I still love you, Virginie. If you still want me.

No, no Andre. It's impossible. You have no idea.

But why? We're the only ones who can forgive the harm we've done to one another.

- Andre, I'm going to marry another man. - I beg you. Please think it over.

You're crazy. All of a sudden you pop up and expect me to...

I'll wait for you. Tonight, in front of the haberdashery. All night if I have to.

Oh no, Andre, go away. I beg you, go away.

Virginie... Virginie...

- Go get a doctor. - Yes.

- But where? - I don't know. Make an announcement in the hall.

Virginie... Virginie... Answer me. Virginie!

Mother!

Mother... Mother!

- Give her some air, she needs to breathe. - Are you a doctor?

I'm not just a doctor, sir. I am her doctor.

Do not fret, Olivier, she just fainted.

- I thank you. I won't need you anymore. - No, sir, I stay.

Feeling better, mama? Feeling better?

Oh Rene, what happened to me?

It's nothing, you fainted. Everything is fine now. I'm here.

I will leave you, Andre. We'll meet later as discussed.

See you soon, Olivier.

- You know him, Mother? - Yes. He's an old friend I hadn't seen in years.

- I feel better, now. Let's go back to the hall. - No, I'll take you home.

No, I don't want to spoil Olivier's birthday because of a fainting spell.

Out of the question. You must go home.

- Go straight to bed. It's late. - But mom!

- I will join you. - Virginie.

Please.

You've known that man for a long time?

He's the one you said was in jail. You also said you wanted to forget about him.

It's my life, Rene. It's none of your business.

But it is, Virginie. I have every right to know.

There can't be any secrets when we get married.

Well that's just it. I don't know anymore.

We had an agreement. What's the matter with you?

I worry about Olivier, he's not ready. I don't want to rush him.

Are you sure this is the real reason?

Are you sure it's not because of this man?

Don't waste your life a second time. I beg you.

What do you know? What gives you the right to say that?

But, sir...

I came to get Virginie. And please don't insist.

Let's go inside, shall we?

- Good evening, Olivier. - Good evening, sir.

- That's right. You've met already. - I've met him, but I don't know him.

Well, he's monsieur Privat. He was you daddy's best friend, you know.

Really? Before I was born?

Way before. They came from the same village and knew each other since childhood.

- We had our First Communion together. - How was my dad when he was young?

Like you. You look just like him.

Well then, why haven't you come sooner?

I will tell you. But you must not tell anyone.

You have my word, sir.

- I've been in prison. - Andre, why tell him all that?

- For a long time? - Long enough, yes. 13 years.

- So he's a bandit. - Olivier, you don't only find bandits in prison.

- I know. Like Captain Dreyfuss! - Enough, Olivier. Say goodnight and go to bed.

No, please, Virginie. I'm very happy to chat with Olivier.

Very well, then. But only 5 more minutes. I'm going to change, then it's bedtime.

- I'm exhausted. - You can go to bed. We'll chat some more.

Yes, mom. Just go to sleep, I'm not tired. Besides, tomorrow is Sunday.

Oh, you...

So, it's your birthday this evening.

- Yes, how did you know? - Well...

- I have a gift for you. - What is it?

- But it's gold! A Louis d'Or. - It belonged to Napoleon. It's the first of many.

It's a great one, you know.

- You don't have... - No, no. Can you light it for me.

- This matchbox is really nice. - If you want it... you can have it.

- Oh thank you, monsieur Privat.

Okay, now let me show you a game.

So, you take 17 matches.

Each player takes his turn and can choose either one, two or three matches.

- Whoever picks up the last one wins. - 17.

- Understood? - Yes.

- Alright, you can start. - I'll take 3.

Your turn.

You lost.

Now I'll reveal the secret so you can win every time.

You must always take the 13th match.

Look what monsieur Privat gave me... real gold!

Well look at that.

Okay, time for bed. Tomorrow we're going to aunt Victoria's.

Remember, you must be on your best behavior. Aunt Victoria can be very impatient with children.

Don't forget: Good morning, dear Aunt.

Good morning, dear Aunt.

- Why do you tell me all this? Does she scare you? - No, but you know how she likes to criticize.

- And not a word about monsieur Privat. - Why so?

- I'll explain later. - May I ring the bell, mother? - Yes.

- You remember what I told you, right? - Yes, mother.

- Good day, Madame. - Good day. We have an appointment.

I know, she's expecting you. Come in.

- Good day, Victoria. - Good day, dear Virginie.

- Good day, Olivier. - Good day, dear aunt.

Ah, if it isn't our dear sister-in-law.

- I am delighted to see you. - Hello, Henri.

And this must be Didier. How he's grown.

- Not Didier, Olivier, uncle. - Of course... Olivier.

You must excuse me, Virginie, I have a very important appointment.

Come back more often. You know you are always welcome, here.

Didier... I mean Olivier. Do you like lollipops?

Henri, you know he's too old for lollipops.

- I still suck on them. You like mint? - Yes, uncle.

- Thank you. - See you later.

Come in, dear Virginie, come in.

I would like you to meet Julienne, my goddaughter.

Julienne, please inform Marceau that Virginie has arrived.

How is Marceau?

He's well, a bit tired. His studies can be strenuous.

Right. I will show you the things I have set aside for Olivier.

Take whatever you want. I'll give the rest to a goodwill cause.

Ah, here is Marceau.

- You remember your cousin Marceau, Olivier? - Greetings, old chap.

- Hello, Virginie. - How do you do?

- Very well. Tomorrow I leave for the sanatorium. - Marceau, please, not now.

Listen, mother. I have tuberculosis. Let's not turn it into a state secret.

I will have the best doctors, the best care, and will return cured. You said so yourself.

I'm so sorry, Marceau, really I am.

You couldn't be more wrong. I have total faith.

You're the one who's taking the risk by talking to me, I could contaminate you.

That's enough, Marceau, you're not funny.

You'd be better off playing a duet with Julienne.

Your wishes are my command, mother.

- May I watch them play? - But of course, my lad.

Thank you, Blanche. I was planning on telling you, Virginie.

- But we only recently found out. - It must be really hard on you.

I understand your concerns, Victoria.

- But everything will be alright, you'll see. - Yes.

Life is unjust. He's so bright, so athletic.

And even with all of his shots, look at the results.

With such a disease, anything can happen.

Even the worst.

- That is so beautiful. - Of course, it's Chopin.

- What? - Frederic Chopin, ever heard of him?

No worries. Let's not tire ourselves out.

Look at that pretty proletarian face of his. Reaching cult status.

I would prefer being stricken with tuberculosis than live poor and miserable.

You're wrong, we're not miserable!

My apologies.

If we were miserable, I wouldn't have this Napoleon. What do you think this is?

How could you possibly acquire a Napoleon?

- I bet it's made of chocolate. - See for yourself!

- It's a real coin. Who did you steal it from? - I didn't steal it. Someone gave it to me.

- Look, mother, Olivier is basking in gold. - What is that coin?

- A Napoleon someone gave Olivier. - I'll say, that is a nice gift.

- And who gave you this? - It's monsieur...

Monsieur?

- It's Andre Privat, that's who. - But Virginie, I don't understand...

- No, you understood very well. - I thought he was in prison, unless I'm mistaken.

- He got a pardon. He wants to get back together. - You're crazy, Virginie.

Think of the scandal, think of your son, the memory of my brother. You have no right.

Now listen to me, Victoria, you're not going to dictate how I should live my life.

Oh please, Virginie, you can be such a small-time goddess.

Come on, Olivier, we're leaving.

Mother, don't go so fast, you have a heart condition.

Mother, wait for me! What happened in there! Why doesn't she like Privat?

Oh, it goes back a while.

At one time, Victoria came from the same milieu.

But when she married into wealth, she started giving orders.

- Milieu? What does that mean? - Well, how should I put this?

Rich people prefer living amongst rich people instead of the poor.

And so, they form a milieu.

Likewise, the less fortunate live amongst themselves and form another milieu.

- So these people never mix together? - Yes, they sometimes do. But it's uncommon.

You see, a person who changes milieu often forgets friends and even family.

Well, if I ever become a rich man, I'll never forget you.

I should hope not!

- Olivier, aren't you asleep yet? - I had a nightmare.

- Can I sleep with you, mother? - You're a big boy, now.

Please, mommy.

- All right, but this is the last time. - The last time, I promise.

- And you must go sleep right now. - Tell me, mother...

- Is it true what you said to aunt Victoria? - What exactly?

That we would live with monsieur Privat.

- Would you like that? - Yes, I think so. I really like him.

But...

are you really in love with him?

- Aren't you the curious one. - It's only normal that I want to know.

- But we must stay here, okay? - Sleep, my love. We can talk about it tomorrow.

- Agreed, mama. Good night. - Good night.

Are you cold, mother?

Allumettes Suedoises

Virginie.

Virginie!

- Virginie! - What's the matter, Mrs. Chamignon?

I don't understand. Virginie said I could come around 8 to pick up my material.

I'm expecting the seamstress at 8:30.

- That's odd, she always open at the same hour. - Morning pillows are a girl's best friend.

- Virginie! - Virginie! Sleeping in, this morning?

Mrs. Chamignon is here. Virginie!

- Virginie! - Mother.

Mother, time to get up.

Virginie, answer us at least.

Mother, time to get up.

Olivier, are you there?

- I'm here, Madame Hacque. - And your mother, is she in?

Yes, but she's sleeping. Mother!

Olivier, wake her up. It's going on 8:30.

Mother, mother! I can't get her to wake up!

Something's not right. Let me through, let me through.

Olivier!

- Yes? - For God's sake, open the door!

- Well, what are you waiting for? - I'm coming.

Hurry, open up!

- What are you up to? Where's your mother? - Over there, in bed.

- No. No Olivier, stay here. - But...

Stay with madame Chamignon. She'll take care of you. Stay put.

- What's going on? - They're trying to wake her up.

Olivier...

Mother... mother...

Mother, mother!

- Come along, Olivier. - No! No! No!

No!

- No! - Come on, get up.

Stop it! Calm down, Olivier.

No!

Olivier, look at me. Come to your senses.

- No! I don't want him to touch her! - Olivier, leave the room.

That's it, come with me.

It's nothing. Now everybody go home. Everything's fine.

Come on, Olivier. We'll go over to your cousin Elodie, okay?

She'll take good care of you. You'll see.

No you don't. Come on, Olivier.

It's a bit cold this morning, right? Let's get you some hot chocolate.

A nice cup of chocolate. That'll do you good.

You do like chocolate, I hope.

Olivier, you should drink it while it's hot.

I've consulted my lawyer, Elodie.

He recommends sealing the door and not sell the store until after the burial.

Do whatever you like, Victoria. My main concern is Olivier's fate.

It would be best for him to stay with you until the family counsel.

My house is so small, we don't have any room.

It's only for a short time.

It would be rather awkward to take him away from his milieu so soon.

We couldn't get a wreath, so we picked flowers from the Hill.

- Stay with me, David. - But I'm not family.

I beg you, stay with me, or I'd feel so alone.

Alright. You know I'll always be there for you.

We'll wind up being late at the train station.

My god, this wake is dragging on.

- Virginie was well liked in this neighbourhood. - Perhaps. Most merchants are.

Finally. I thought this would never end. Who's that kid?

He's Olivier's best friend.

Olivier...

Kiss your mother one last time.

- Go on, Olivier, kiss your mother. - I can't.

No!

- Your aunt is right. Kiss your mother goodbye. - No!

Why don't you leave him alone? Don't you see he's grieving?

- Thank you, Victor. - Good day. - Good day.

- How was the trip? - Fine, thank you.

- Good day... - Good day, Victor

Victoria, we have a problem. I couldn't reach you in time to tell you.

What is the problem?

Because of what happened, the priest will not give her a Christian burial.

He won't even say mass.

That's all I needed. Decidedly, she will have dazzled us right until the end.

But I can guarantee that he will give a mass whether he likes it or not.

Virginie bears the family name. We will not tolerate such an insult.

But what can we do. Nothing forces him to.

We'll see about that. Take care of the lad. Let's discreetly discuss the matter with the others.

He mustn't find out. Let's go, Henri.

Good day, Olivier.

I'm your uncle Victor, your father's brother.

Over there is Sangues, your ancestral roots.

This is where your father was born. Your grandparents are expecting us.

Right over there.

Ah, Julio. It is not a day to be proud.

We get to meet our grandson for the first time only to be united by tragedy.

You see, you think life will take it's course and everything will work out...

and then one day, death comes along and tells us we're living like animals.

And that priest who won't open the doors.

He can bloody well open those doors. I'm not going to soil his church.

I know what you're thinking.

You're wondering how you could have married a ruskie like me.

But I think we've also closed our doors on Virginie.

- And my heart is troubled by it. - Here they come.

- This is your grandfather, Olivier. - Good day, grandfather.

Call me grandpa, Olivio. Isn't he the spitting image of his father? It's incredible.

Now kiss your grandmother.

Join me, my friend. We'll settle this thing right now. Victor...

See to it that the lad stays really close to you and never gets wind of what you've learned.

- Good day, Victoria. - Good day, Baptiste. Open your doors, please.

I'm really sorry, Victoria. I cannot open the doors because... I must follow orders.

- Who gave those orders? - The parish priest, of course.

Tell Father Villeneuve that I'll take this matter up with the Bishop if I have to. Right?

Most certainly, madame.

The bishop stated it was up to Father Villeneuve to rule according to his conscience.

In that case, inform your parish priest that I wish to speak with him.

I cannot disturb him right now, Victoria. He's discussing matters with someone.

And whom might that be?

I cannot tell you, you'd only get upset.

Frankly Baptiste, at the point where I am...

Suit yourself, eventually you'll find out anyway.

- Andre Privat is talking with the priest. - What!

What is he up to? He has no business here.

See, I knew you would get upset.

How insulting. Father Villeneuve won't receive me.

Instead he prefers to deal with an ex-convict.

Privat isn't crazy. He still loved Virginie and wanted to rebuild his life with her.

- What are you muttering, little Elodie? - I'm not your little Elodie. I'm Virginie's cousin.

And she stated very clearly these past few weeks that she had similar intentions.

And if Privat was able to forgive her, I don't see why the Church can't do likewise.

Dear mademoiselle, my hands are tied. I'm only following orders.

Well then, let us get in.

Prepare my necessaries, Baptiste, we'll go straight to the cemetery.

Very well, Father.

- You won't refuse saying mass for Virginie! - Do not insist, Victoria.

Andre Privat convinced me to proceed without formal blessings.

Nothing forces me to, quite the contrary.

Oh God, by Whose Mercy the faithfully departed find rest.

Bless this grave and send Thy holy angels to watch over it.

And set free from all the chains of sin of Thy servant whose body is buried here,

so that with all Thy saints she may rejoice in Thee forever.

Through Christ Our Lord.

Amen.

No, Olivier, you shouldn't talk with that man.

- Why not, aunt. - It doesn't concern you. That's how it is.

Tell me, Elodie. What's that on the door?

Well, those are seals to prevent anyone from entering.

- Not even me? - That's right.

But don't worry, Jean already got your belongings.

But why can't I go into my home? Why is it sealed?

What do I know. Talk to Victoria. She had the notary seal the door.

Your mom didn't leave a will.

And you know the boutique partly belonged to your aunt and uncle.

And what about mother's things?

We couldn't take them. You've seen our house, there isn't any room. You can get them later.

Anyway, you won't be staying with us for very long, it's for just a short while.

Short while? You mean I can't stay with you?

I don't want to leave my street!

What do you think, Olivier. We can't keep you. It's up to your aunt!

But what about David and all my friends? What about my school?

Listen, Olivier, it's not the time to talk about this, understood?

Soon, your aunt Victoria will come and we'll find a solution together.

In the meantime, you'll attend your school.

- So why wouldn't the parish priest say mass? - I don't know. I was told that is the way.

But I think the priest didn't want to.

My grandpa found it amusing because he doesn't believe in God.

But Elodie says a mass is given so that the dead are always with us.

- Is that why you want a mass so much? - Yes. And for mother, I want an exquisite one.

With hearts and candles everywhere, and even the pipe organ.

- But how will you pay for it? - I'll find a way.

Mother always left some money in the back of the till.

The only problem is that the doors are sealed.

- Don't worry, I'll take care of the seals. - Really? How will you manage that?

All I need is a bit of wax and a stamp. I'll get one from my parents.

- I know how. I saw my dad do it once. - You're a real pal, David.

- Francois, you need help to take off your beret? - No, sir.

Good morning, Olivier. I didn't expect to see you until next week.

I preferred coming back today, sir.

Well done, Olivier. Work is the best medicine.

Your are an example of courage for all of your classmates. Please take your seat.

- Olivier, Olivier! - Well it's about time.

- What took you so long? - I had to wait for my parents to fall asleep.

And your cousins didn't see you go out?

They don't care. It gives them a chance to do the thing.

- Thing? What thing? - Well, they want to have a baby.

- You have the stuff? - Yes, I've got it.

While I work on the seal, you stand watch in case someone comes.

Okay.

- Olivier, I got it. - Here, take this David.

Okay.

Go, go.

Olivier... Olivier, hurry up, we don't want to get caught.

What are you doing?

David...

Swear you'll never leave me.

- Swear it. - I swear, Olivier.

You're probably wondering about the make-up, don't I look like an auntie.

Let's get out before we get caught. You have the dough?

Sorry, I didn't even look.

Shit, only one franc.

My aunt must have found the stash. I knew it. She was poking around for hours.

- What a bummer. - I know.

Now how am I going to pay for mother's mass?

- I have an idea. - What? Tell me.

I'll tell you later. First I must find Bougras.

Let's go, you will get your wish.

Gather up, gather up. Ladies and gentlemen, lasses and lads.

Nannies and kiddies, Come one, come all...

We have before us the orphans of Montmartre. Please salute the crowd, my children.

By donating a few coins you're are performing a good deed. They're counting on your generosity.

They are not scamps. They've prepared this little sideshow.

We have dishes for you and everything must go. All dishes must go.

If not, this fate awaits them!

Attention, we will now prepare a lot of 6 plates. 6 plates, children. 6 plates.

6 plates! Now 6 cups, 6 cups.

Let's not forget the saucers!

And now the milk pot.

My lady, you are interested?

And some bowls please, some bowls.

And because I'm a very generous man, I have a special offer.

This lot is generous at 15 francs, only 15 francs!

Who will give me 15 francs? Madame, madame, madame.

No takers? I'm appalled. I sense I'm reaching a breaking point.

Ah, you're forcing me to break some dishes.

I will break this plate on my own poor head.

Stop it. I will take the lot. Give it me.

Olivier, I want you to take over for me.

I must go to the flea market and pay the lady who sold me these.

So, sell high. If they won't buy, break a few. Works every time.

You'll see. Your mom will get a spine-tingling mass.

55,50... 56

57,20... 57,40

57,90... 58,10

58,30 and 58,50!

- This is outstanding, Olivier. - Thanks a lot, guys.

- That's street life, kid. - One for all, all for one!

If there's any left, we can buy candy.

Yes, that's what mom would have done.

I'd like some sweets right now.

- We'll see. - Thanks, guys.

Thanks, David, it was a brilliant idea.

Lopez, you steal the stash from Loulou and hide it in a safe place.

Me and Maginot, we'll take Capedeverre.

All right, we'll kick their butt. Stick it to Lopez.

- Are you ready? - Yep.

...yeah, the money just kept pouring in...

Heads up! The riffraff are here!

Let's get'em!

Hey guys, I've got the loot!

- Riri! Take the stash! - I've got it, I've got it!

- Run, Riri, run! - Don't worry, I've got it!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Leave me alone, riffraff!

Riri, toss it over!

Don't do it, stop, stop.

Out of the way, Châteauneuf!

Father! Help! Father. Help, Father.

Father, father. They want to steal the money.

Oh you blasphemous rascals. Have you no shame?

You mean-spirited hooligans! Stealing from the poor.

- Mr sexton. - Yes Father.

- Throw this vermin out! - Yes, Father.

Bunch of ruffian scapegraces! Unbelievable...

Have you any idea of what you just did? This is a church!

- Thank you, child, you've done a good deed. - But it's my money in there!

They wanted to steal it. There's 58,30 francs in there!

The paths of the Lord are impenetrable my child.

The poor in my parish will appreciate the offering.

- Please Father, this money was for my mother. - What are you saying, child?

She's dead. I want you to say a mass for her.

A real nice mass. The most beautiful mass ever.

- Want me to kick them out? - No, let'em be, we better not get involved.

But what if they start thrashing the place?

Dear Lord,

We are gathered here today to honor the memory of Virginie Châteauneuf.

Thy servant that Thou has called back to Thee...

these past few days.

We implore Thee to welcome her at Thy table...

alongside Thy saints and angels...

so that she may taste forever...

Eternal Life as Thou has promised.

- How did you know about the mass? - After work I saw Bougras and David on the steps.

- Thanks for coming. - You know, I really liked your mom.

I would have liked to dress more appropriately.

I'm glad you didn't. The show wouldn't have been as exciting.

Châteauneuf. Sorry, buddy. We didn't know the money was for your mother.

- Yeah, right. - I swear it. We never would have been so cruel.

- I know. - Anyway, the mass was really beautiful.

And what I said about her that day.

Well, I was a real bastard.

Let's forget it, Grain de Sel. I'm happy you came.

And seeing you in Church, we thought it was time for peace between us.

What can we do, now we're no longer at war?

We can always play during recess. In the meantime, let's go tease some other losers.

Olivier, your mother would be really proud.

- I agree. You're a good little boy, Olivier. - Off you go then, back to school.

It's true, this mass was nice. It's a bit like going into my synagog.

By the way, don't tell my mother I went inside a church, it would get her all upset.

No problem, my friend. Come on.

David, say something!

I told you. I was sure it would turn dramatic.

It's not dramatic. Feeling sad is normal. It'll pass.

We should have made sure they were better prepared.

We can't leave, papa. It's not possible.

Staying here isn't possible, David. All I have are debts. If we stay, it'll mean ruin and misery.

In New York I'll have a real job.

- Samuel makes at least 1,000 suits per month. - No, I don't want to leave.

I don't want to leave. I promised Olivier I would never leave him.

- But he'll understand we don't have a choice. - Can't you understand that I can't abandon him?

- When did you say we would leave? - In 2 weeks.

- We embark at Le Havre on the Graceful Beauty. - I only have 2 weeks left with Olivier...

Your mother and I were thinking. If you like, he could sleep over.

Oh yes! Adding nights would be like giving us an extra 2 weeks.

- I'll go see Elodie. It will be a good time to announce our departure. - No!

Let me do it. Our last moments together will be too sad. I want to tell him myself.

Did they say anything at Elodie's?

No, on the contrary. They're really glad I'm spending nights, here.

That way, they can have more fun together.

Sometimes, I can hear them at night. It's so loud it wakes me up!

You're hurting me, You're hurting me!

- That's odd! Is it supposed to hurt? - How should I know?

That's hilarious. Your schlong looks different than mine.

- Ah! That's because I'm Jewish. - Why is that. Jews are not like us?

Yes, but as a baby, we get cut.

- It's a rabbi who cuts it off. - Ah. That's why we call Jews clip-tips.

- It must really hurt! - I can't remember. I was just a baby.

- Why do you do it? - It's an old tradition. And it's more hygienic.

Why am I not Jewish?

I don't know. In France, most people are Catholic.

In the end you're better off being Jewish.

- Good night, children. - Good night, madame. - Good night, mama.

- Now turn off the lights, okay? - Yes, mama.

- Madame, I wanted to thank you again. - Olivier, don't mention it. This is your home.

Now sleep well, boys.

- You're studying English now! - Yes, it's to prepare for next year.

You're pretty smart. You're already into next year's studies.

- When you go back to school, no more Gastounet. - Yeah, he's such an old fart.

You know...

I'm really glad we're together.

Esther, our son is first of his class in all subjects this month. Can you imagine?

Come my dear David. Let me give you a kiss. I'm so proud of you.

You shine!

Say, Mr. Zober... should I get my weiner cut like David's? I might shine just as much.

No, no. It's not your weiner that makes you intelligent.

- Now David, go show your report card to Kapalsky. - The grocer? Whatever for?

He will give you something. You are the pride of our community, it's our tradition.

- But papa, it will make me look pretentious. - Not at all! I'll show him for you. Come on!

Come on!

- What will those studies bring him in America? - He may adapt much faster than us.

Poor little Olivier. He'll be even sadder. Has he told him, yet?

No, not yet.

Come on!

What can I do for you, children?

- Tell him. - No, you tell him.

Tell him.

- I'm listening. - Well, here goes.

My buddy David, he's first of his class in all subjects and I want to show you his report card.

Ah... alright, let me see.

But you're not first in all subjects. You're only 4th in physical education.

I suppose it'll do. Actually, it's excellent.

Look, papa. Look what Mr. Kupalsky gave us.

See, I told you he'd give you a little something. Good choice.

- Your mother can cook a carp like no other. - Yep, but that one is a bit small.

We could keep it in the basin for a while and fatten it up.

What basin?

Well the one on the Hill. Apparently it's been abandoned.

- Not a bad idea, we'll have a better meal. - I suppose so.

- Châteauneuf, the cobbler wants to talk to you. - Olivier, I've got something for you.

- What is it? - Shoes your mother gave me to repair before she...

- Before she... - Before she died.

The one with the broken heel, right?

- How much do I owe you? - Nothing at all, my son.

Thank you. Thank you so much! That's nice of you.

(singing a love song)

Coming, coming...

Coming...

It's you, Olivier.

- Good evening, mademoiselle. - Mademoiselle, you can call me Mado.

- I have a gift for you, mad... I mean Mado. - A gift? What for?

Today was... would have been mother's birthday.

And I always gave her something. So, if you don't mind...

How sweet of you.

Oh, they're magnificent.

- You must be crazy, Olivier. - No, no.

They used to be mother's. They were my favorites.

- I hope they'll fit. - I'm trying them on right now.

They are perfect.

It's really a nice gift, Olivier.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - I don't know, I've never had tea.

Really? Well, no time like the first time.

And if that's the case, you must make a wish.

- So, you've made your wish? - Yes, I did.

Have a seat.

- So, is it good? - Not bad... it has a funny taste.

- Tell me, Mado. - Yes.

Do you think mother can see me?

Elodie says she's in Heaven and watches over me all the time.

But Bougras says these are stories to put us asleep.

I'm not exactly in the best position to answer your question, Olivier.

But I believe if you think about it with your heart,

- all of your heart, it will come true. - Then I will give it a try.

- And are your parents still living? - I don't know.

Really?

I've never known my parents. I was an abandoned child.

- I'm sorry. - No worries.

- But then, who took care of you? - Everyone, no one.

- Eventually I ran away at 16 and came to Paris. - So we're alike you and I.

That's right, we are.

- Something wrong, Olivier? You're blushing. - Must be the tea.

- See what I see? - I'd like to see with my hands, not just my eyes.

- So, how is the chow coming along? - What do you think, Anatole?

- Hold on... wait, wait. - There we go.

Now, let's see.

- 4.5 kilos. - 4 kilos, that's a good size.

Move over, David.

I must go now. My dad will scold me if I don't return this scale soon.

Thanks, Ernest. See you.

- Hey, you won't forget my homework? - No, that's a promise.

- I'll help you out this evening. - See you later.

Can't wait for this evening.

- My folks will have a feast. - You're not going to eat it?

- You're not going to start with your carp! - Exactly. I don't want anyone to eat my carp.

- I can't help it. It's one of our traditions. - If you do that, we're no longer friends.

Here we go, stuffed carp.

- Looks fabulous. - You're in for a treat, Olivier.

Okay, give me your plate.

- There we go. Isaac, your turn. - Voila.

- So, Olivier, how do you like it? - Yes, it's delicious, really delicious.

Congratulations, Mrs. Zober You make the best carp in all of Paris.

- What's with them? - Nothing at all.

Kids giggle all the time.

For no reason at all.

- Good night, mother. - Good night, son.

- Good night, Mrs Zober. - Good night, Olivier.

Thanks again for that delicious carp.

You're right, it was really delicious. You're a great cook.

What's the matter with you? Was it something I said?

Shall I tell him? It wasn't a carp.

- What's David talking about? - He's right.

It was a Zander. I spiced it up to make it more palatable.

But I don't understand. Why didn't we eat your carp, David?

It was no longer possible, papa. It's now the gang's favorite pet. It would be too sad.

- Olivier also knew it wasn't a carp? - Well of course!

You made a fool out of me in front of him? I feel like an idiot, right now.

All because of a carp. Such nonsense.

And what will you do with your pet when you leave for America?

America?

You're going to America?

I wanted to tell you earlier, but couldn't.

When are you leaving?

- In 5 days, for New York. - For a long time?

For always.

You lied to me the other night about your English book. You lied to me, that's disgusting!

- You would just have left without telling me! - No, I swear.

I wanted to wait as long as possible to ease your sorrow.

We don't have much of a choice, Olivier.

We're lucky to have uncle Samuel over there. Here, we only have debts.

In New York a real job is waiting for me.

If you were really my friend, you'd have told me sooner. You swore you'd never leave me!

I never want to see you again.

- I don't give a damn that you go. - Olivier!

It's your fault, papa. I was going to tell him tomorrow. It was up to me.

Olivier...

I had a hunch I'd find you here.

- Forgive me, it's not entirely my fault.

- I know. - You mad at me?

Look. I got a postcard from monsieur Privat.

My mother wanted to live with him.

He invited us to come this summer. We could have all lived together.

There might still be hope. We might meet up again some day.

I envy you. America sounds so wonderful.

- What shall we do with it? - Don't worry.

- We need to give it a name. - Any idea?

- Annie Carpie? - No, that's 2 names. How about Carpfart?

He, he that's too funny.

- No, we need something better. - Why not carp, carp... CarpPet!

- CarpPet, that's a great name. - CarpPet!

Yoohoo. CarpPet.

This is where we part, CarpPet. Good luck.

I also would like to go on a journey.

- Here comes monsieur Bougras. - I looked everywhere!

At the church, the Transat, the grocery store and the Hill.

I combed the entire area. A real mystery, he completely vanished.

- And all of his clothes are gone. - My God, that can't be happening.

- Did you see him this morning? - Yes, he left for school as usual.

But nobody saw him there.

- God, I don't like this one bit. - Me neither.

He didn't say anything this morning?

No, nothing. I found his satchel a bit bulky.

But he said he was taking all of his school things to class.

Yep, it was his first day back to school.

- And you, David... didn't he say anything to you? - No, he swore he'd come.

- What did he promise you? - He promised he'd come to say goodbye.

David we must leave! Or else we'll miss the train.

No, mama. We must wait for him. He could show up any second.

- We really should go, madame. - Come on, come on. We must go.

- Come on David. - That's enough David, we can't miss our trip.

- Stop it right now and get in the car. - No, I don't want to!

You must, you must.

Olivier! I don't want to leave. Olivier!

Olivier!

Olivier! Olivier!

English subtitles by VitaminSea Timings and editing by Subransu