All language subtitles for Aubo

Parisian Paradise

OGRES PARADISE

Go ahead.

Welcome to Parisian Paradise.
Discover our new items.

Hello!

Don't forget to say hello
to our Parisian Paradise Santa Claus.

Here we go!

With our card,

you can buy now
and pay in three months.

Theft in cashmere.

I take care of it.

- Madam.
- Excuse me?

I'll pay.

It's not what you think.

We'll see that. Come on.

Hello, Malaussene.

I don't think...
Where are you taking me? No!

What's that?

- To cheer the place up.
- That's my job.

Nymphs' thigh.
The color of charm and politeness.

Malaussene, please come

to the complaint office.

It's grill time.

Parisian Paradise

I agree with you, madam.

It's intolerable.

Here's the culprit.
Let's ask him what he thinks.

- Malaussene.
- Yes?

- Your department sold...
- Three days ago.

...a refrigerator

that caught fire as if by magic.

It became an incinerator. Right?

As a result...

The Christmas meal was burnt.

Only a herring was left alive.

The rest was reduced to ashes.
What do you think?

But...

I'm waiting.

Yes, well...

Nothing.

I never had a problem with...

The facts are undeniable.

Christmas is in three weeks.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Or your sense of humor.

You thrive
at the expense of your victims.

It's not the 1st time.

I had proof
but I didn't want to believe.

I am so very sorry.

That cupboard is full
of complaints, Malaussene.

That's your incompetence.

It's my burden.

You are my burden!

Please...

You betrayed my trust.
I won't betray this lady's

or that of this family who was

put at risk.
- They weren't at risk.

Please, file a complaint.

The clients must clean up this store.

Of course, there's guarantee,

so we'll replace
the defective product.

That goes for you too, Malaussene.

Here, young man.

You're junk, Malaussene!

You'll be taken away with the trash.

- It's not necessary.
- It is.

- It's not.
- It is.

She could have died!

- The thing is... I have a family.
- Listen...

You have to make this statement.
Just sign it

and you'll free the store
from this public menace.

Just give me another fridge.

Is that the voucher?

Let's finish this off. Sign!

Come on, let's go.

Thank you for coming, madam.
Please accept our apologies!

Did you survive?

I just got hauled over the coals...

OK. Can you pull the lever down?
There's no power.

It's there.

What did you do?

Go to the exit!

Holy cow!

Don't stay there.

What happened?

Hello. There was a short circuit.

No clients were hurt,
but we are shocked.

Will you close the store?

We are working with the police,
but we won't close.

We will do what is necessary
for the security

of our clients.

Thank you.

But he... He is...

Yes, he's dead.
But he is intact.

I had a person
who committed suicide in the subway.

Pieces all over the place.

I'm the one who deals
with those every time.

Smile! Alright, there you go.

You don't have a scratch.

- Smells of burning.
- Huh? No, no.

Let's go.

Louna, hurry up!

One minute!

It will be too late in one minute.
Hurry!

This show is stupid.
What kind of assholes watch that?

Screw you, Louna!

- That was my brother. He's a poet.
- Whatever,

the kid was unplugged.
- What?

You're a pig, Jeremy. I mean it.

Take his glasses off.

I have to go.
I'm stricken with teenage angst.

No, mom, don't be sorry.
Are you having a rest?

Rest? I'm in love, Benjamin.

I can't rest.
But that's the beauty of it.

We're going to the Cordillera.
It'll take us 3 months.

Oh, I see.

What about you, Benjamin?

I'm a heartbreaker!
All the country has heard of me!

Hey, you shut up.

It's Jeremy.

Therese says he's a pig.

The sink had to be disinfected.
You took too long.

You should tell Benjamin.

- What's the matter? Are you sick?
- No.

Not at all.

Everything's OK.

What takes you so long
in the bathroom?

- Don't you have homework?
- Yes. I have rights, too.

Benjamin!

Can you come down? We're eating.
Bring the smack box

for Jeremy.
- I'm coming.

Was that Louna?

- I have to go.
- Tell her I said hi.

- Take care of them.
- Don't worry.

- I have it under control.
- I love you, honey.

- Do you like ham?
- Yes.

Therese, is this A-B, A-C or B-C?

It's A-C.

- There.
- Thanks.

Here, Therese.

- What about Julius?
- He has

to eat his own food first.

- You give him beans?
- It's for his own good.

Each time he has a calculus,
a baby is born.

That's bullshit.
You're superstitious with your cards.

After all, it's none of my business.

What's "perstitious"?

It's Therese.
She talks with the stars.

What's "calculus"?

Your shit is multiplied by 2.

It's math.

Beans! Julius is going to bawl!

Stop talking like a trooper.
Say "cry".

He's going to cry.

- Good.
- That dog is a pussy anyway.

What is that?

...at Parisian Paradise,

leading to an explosion
of the power system

and killing an employee
in the accident.

- Any casualties?
- A person was killed.

I don't have more information.

It's Benjamin!

We evacuated.

So?

It all starts at Lehman's.

The manager?

Yes. But before that,
a soft voice calls me...

"Mr. Malaussene, you are required."

Miss Hamilton, the voice of angels.

A caress in the ear.

This time, the problem
is an old fridge on its last legs.

I go to the office.
Lehman is there, very serious.

The client is not very happy either.

So I look at the fridge...

Therese, is that necessary?

- It's for mom. Our archives.
- Oh.

- Chapter 12. OK, go on.
- Alright.

So, I get to the fridge
with my toolbox.

And there I go...

- He has hands of gold.
- The Mozart of fridges.

He's like a midwife.

I just do my job.

Suddenly... Pow!

A big explosion, fireworks.

- Waterworks?
- Yes.

So I run, I cross the office,

I cross the store.

Panic everywhere.
Fire alarms,

people screaming.

Holy cow!

Don't panic!

It's because of the giraffe.

The giraffe in the store.

It scares... Thanks.
It scares the clients.

Don't panic.

So, I decide
to talk to it in Giraffe.

Which means:
"Listen to my voice."

Which means: "Stop.

"You have to obey now."

And the giraffe stops.

All the clients give me a hand.

Malaussene for President

What a guy!

Malaussene for president!
Malaussene for president!

Employee of the Month

I'm sure it was a terrorist attack.

Jeremy, piss off.

Don't talk like your brother.

That bitch is stupid.

Don't talk like your sister.

- What did the store front explode?
- Just because.

- Time to sleep.
- Go on, please!

No. Brush your teeth.

Louna, can you...

Oh, no! Come on...

Who's that?

Benjamin Malaussene,
our technical controller.

What does he control?

Everything. He's very polyvalent.

Talk about a controller!

I found out
my brother was nearly killed.

- Why didn't you say anything?
- I don't know.

Nothing happened to me.

Bullshit, Benjamin.
If ever hid something from you...

Well, you know what I mean.

Don't machine wash that.

It will be easier
once I finish this year.

- I have...
- It's OK. Don't worry.

That's not all?

Beside the fact
that I could have died...

- We could be controlled.
- By whom?

Psychiatrists, Social Services...

I don't want you to stress about it.
Focus on your job.

- You've put some weight on.
- Of course not.

That's not a nice thing to say.

Jeremy here.
Motors in front stores for animations

can be hacked.
It was an attack.

You're right.
Now go back to sleep.

- OK. Over.
- What's an attack?

You came with your mutt?

Yes, but he doesn't fit.

He stinks, huh.

Like a municipal dump.

Let's go for a walk.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Stojil, it's Malaussene.

Come in.

Did you know the guy who caught fire?

Yes, well, a little.

They didn't make an effort.
It's always tragic before Christmas.

Is that all you have to say?

I'm not going to miss him.

Damn, Stojil.
Maybe he had a wife and kids.

Tragedy on Christmas Eve

You deserve better than this job.

I have a family.
They have to eat.

I need this job.

How old are you now? 37?

33.

I know.

You're ruining your life.

I know, but I have bills to pay.
I don't have a choice.

Although working here
is becoming risky.

Checkmate in three moves.

I just pulled the lever as he asked.

It was an accident.

Accident.

Did you see the tree?

- You want to see it?
- No.

Welcome to Parisian Paradise.

Hello.

- Can I go see the toys?
- Come back in 5 minutes.

- I promise.
- Go ahead.

Your mom is looking
for you everywhere. Come.

I will take you.

Arthur?

Arthur!

Thank you. It was important to him.

He liked seizing the view.

The press is nervous,
but not as much as the employees.

They miss my father.

- They don't think I'm good enough.
- The marks are dropping.

- Compared to what?
- To last year.

In case you want to know,
I also failed in music theory.

Your father
would have said something.

He'd have created
a heat wave to sell fans.

Nobody knew the man who died.
He'll be forgotten in 2 days.

We'll turn up the music.

It won't be enough for stockholders.

Stockholders
point their noses into the wind.

If it stinks, they run away.

My interviews
should calm everyone down.

You think it was an accident?

The police thinks otherwise.
They want their Christmas bonuses.

It makes them paranoid.

Careful, Jeremy. It's boiling hot.

- What's your name?
- Jeremy.

Umm... Yes?

Is this a questioning?

No, just breakfast.
Take a seat, please.

- Routine.
- "Just some questions."

I've seen a lot
of tragedies in my career,

Mr. Malaussene,
but your pyjamas are the worst.

Coffee's delicious.

Your pyjamas are ugly.

Come on.
So, what can I do for you?

Louna, please, take the children.

Come on, shower time. Hurry up.
Take your brother with you.

- Malaussene...
- Yes.

Are you from Nice?

My last name is.

Oh! I have relatives there.

- Beautiful place.
- I heard it smells

of mimosa.
- You've had this job for how long?

- 14 months.
- Do you like it?

It's good money, but too boring.

Did you notice anything yesterday?

I did. There was an explosion.

Just work talks.
I didn't know his name.

The coffee's really delicious.

Oh yes, my sister's a prodigy.

The victim
was a man of a certain age.

One of the oldest employees

who ended up in shreds
just 2 months before retiring.

Is it an accident?

- A motor exploded?
- Would it make all that damage?

- What would I know.
- You're a technical controller.

Yes.

The children?

- Half-siblings.
- Do you get along?

- We argue nicely.
- And the mother?

Mom loves making children.
She's always in love.

But I'm here.
I take care of everything.

And the fathers?

Everywhere...

scattered.
- Like the victim.

Oh, no.

- It wasn't an accident?
- I knew it.

It's a joke.

A person with those pyjamas
wouldn't kill.

Stay in touch.

Don't leave Paris.

Therese...
Are these pyjamas ugly?

Saturn transits in the radical.

Somebody's going to die.

Today.

The cards told me.

Therese...

you should start reading books.

Do you think it's normal to draw

Santas like these?
Are you listening?

Yes, sure. I'm sorry.

I'm worried about him. At his age,
he shouldn't be drawing that.

He's sending a message.

He doesn't feel a part of the world.

He's very anxious.

- How's your mother doing?
- Fine, I think.

- Does he want to talk to her?
- No.

If this doesn't improve,
I'll call Social Services.

The board wasn't sure about it,
but I'll have to...

- It won't be necessary.
- I think it is.

- Please.
- Hello.

Have a nice a day.

Sir, please.

Have a nice day. Thank you.

What is it?

My locker was redecorated by fans.

It's the price of glory.

You're a weird guy.
The things that happen to you are...

weird.

I'm moved by your concern.

Malaussene is required
at the office of complaints.

I agree with you. It's intolerable.

In fact, the culprit...

- It's him?
- Well... yes.

Are you in charge of wood?

Umm... yes.

Well, this gentleman bought
a bed at our store. Made of walnut,

scribed wood.

Two legs were broken
at the first use.

- Warranty should...
- And it will, yes.

But your responsibility lies
elsewhere, that's why you're here.

There was another person on the bed.

Ma fiancee broke
a collar bone and 2 ribs.

She's in hospital.

Really? I did that?

This is your last mistake.

You are hopeless and a dangerous man.

This could've been a tragedy.

- No...
- A tragedy!

This gentleman will sue us
and we will sue you!

You'll have to pay
until the day you die!

You will always be a parasite!

These cupboards full of complaints

show how incompetent you are.
This man is a hypocrite...

- Does it feel good to torture?
- I beg your pardon?

What an asshole!

Avoiding responsibility
behind his desk.

I'm sorry for the bed.
He's right. It's my fault.

I won't sue you.

In one more week,
I'll check if you're still here.

Listen to me,
you twerp in penguin suit.

If I don't see him next time,
I'll break you like this.

Don't let him trash you.

Nice team, huh?

Nice team of morons.

Massive seduction weapons
in the lingerie department,

for a naughty Christmas.

That one's sexy.

Redheads have a rusty roof
and a humid basement.

Passionate, seductive Christmas
at Parisian Paradise.

A Christmas of fire and passion.

- It's her third.
- Is it taped?

I'll take care of it.

With our card, you can buy now

and pay in 3 months.

Aunt Julia!

Are you happy with it?

Well... What do you think?

- It's ugly.
- Get lost. I'll take care of her.

This lady is a regular
of our lingerie department.

She's good at buying panties...

and... bras. Now she's testing
in a natural environment.

I'm here to ensure it fits her.

Since it doesn't...
Here. Can you put this back?

This slut wanted to steal it.

- Don't talk to clients like that!
- Asshole.

- He was going to call the police.
- Or blackmail me.

- What about you?
- Why would I do that?

To hit on me.

- I'm not like that.
- Really?

- You don't like me.
- Well, yes.

I should've gave in. I would have
talked about the cameras.

- What cameras?
- The ones in the fitting rooms.

What are you talking about?

How would he know without a camera?

Malaussene is required
at the office of complaints.

No, no!

- What are you doing?
- I'm looking.

Come down, you're going to fall.
Please...

We should...

Malaussene,
to the office of complaints.

- Where's the camera room?
- There.

You won't find anything.

Malaussene, you're required.

Yes, I know.

Maybe we could
get to know each other.

We could go for a coffee...
I'm a very affectionate person.

Like many others,
I would be dumped in spring,

but I'm good at feet warming.
- OK. Deal.

Are you serious?

You were not? Too bad.

I'm serious.
All the time. I'm very serious.

Is it there?

- I'm going in.
- No. I'll take care of it.

There's nothing exciting.

Are you OK, madam?

There's been an accident.

Your attention, please.
Due to a technical problem,

we ask you to please go the exits

located on the first floor.

You again?

Is he...?

Yes, he's dead.
His brains are out.

Some people don't even use them.

I was standing there,
and a second later...

Christmas is a time of union
for families that were...

Excuse me. He was a friend.

I hate hospitals. I'll be OK.

I'll come back for you.

Don't move.

This is kidnap.

Be careful!

Whoa!

My name is Benjamin.

- What's yours?
- "Aunt Julia" will do.

- Do you steal often?
- I'm a journalist.

- Hold the wheel.
- Be careful!

I'm researching
on security agents' deviances.

Road hog!

What about tricks
in the fitting rooms?

No. I mean, I had heard rumors.

- Specific rumors?
- Nothing important.

The son is the CEO now.

He's young. Give him some time.

- Christmas is...
- Can we go to your place?

- Excuse me?
- You said you were affectionate.

Well, yes.

You want to worm
information out of me, right?

- I'm just a technical controller.
- You think I'm that kind of girl?

Alright, let me...

Very cute.

Yes... Maybe a little
too talkative and inquisitive.

I'll pay you next week.

Alright. You'll do the dishes.

- You're taking her home?
- I'm not in the mood right now.

- I'll do it.
- Wait...

- You're just tired.
- More like depressed.

So, nothing about the cameras?

But 2 explosions in a week
is not a coincidence anymore.

- I don't know.
- My job is to know.

I need the boss' and
the technical controller's opinion.

- I'm usually in my office.
- Are those kids yours?

They came with the apartment.

They're my brothers and sisters.

But... I'm not at my best.

Well, listen...

I shouldn't say this but...

actually, my job is not...

Jedi attack!

- What are you doing here?
- We heard

about the explosion.

We were worried.

Well...

This is... my little family.

- Aunt Julia, I suppose?
- Yes.

- Are there others?
- Yes, but they don't stay.

Wait! Stay, please!

Your sister wouldn't like it.
Go inside.

But, no! No!

- Let them in.
- Please.

People were searched.
Where did this come from?

Hello.

Hello, Captain.

- We're checking.
- Did you reinforce...

- Excuse me.
- Wait...

It's an unknown explosive.

- Crafty detonator.
- The body was there.

I'm sorry.

I had some vultures to manage.

- Your technical controller...
- Malaussene?

- Do you know him well?
- No.

My father hired him
before the accident.

He's not the best I've had,
but my father liked him.

Malaussene...

Any issues with the personnel?

Sometimes, with his boss.

Four witnesses
saw him behind the door.

Malaussene is a good sort.
I've never seen him get mad.

- I have no private life!
- You can't force us to that.

You just showed up!

There was no socket on the handle.

Is it too hard to give me some peace!
Damn!

There.

I'm sick and tired of these brats!

You could've knocked.

Anyway... her tits were cool.
Not like the flat land.

You're a mucky pup, Jeremy.

What's "tits"?

It's the beginning of world peace.
Got it?

No.

Be careful.

Right... I'm out of here.

Your HQ is nice.

You didn't come.

I can't go anymore, Stojil.
I'm sick of that store.

You know what Clemenceau said
about his chief of staff?

"When I fart, he stinks."

Another man died today.

And I know
you were right behind the door.

- As usual.
- What do you mean by that?

I mean you're the one who stinks.

I'm serious.
The police was in the store.

Stay at home for a few days.

I can't. I have no money!

I sustain my family.

Who would do my shitty job?

My stupid sister goes to med school.
A 10-year career!

Mi mother makes children,
lays them here and who raises them?

Me! And nobody asks what I want!

- There are people sleeping!
- Sorry.

Alright. What do you want?

I don't know.

I want...
some time to think, you know.

You never close the door?
It's not safe.

My dog's freedom prohibits it.

Where's Louna?

According to your brother,
she left after your argument.

- You're here for breakfast?
- No, a questioning.

Let's recap. You were seen
triggering the first explosion.

You were present
during the second one.

You ignored the Complaints call.

What were you doing?

Making a move.

On who? Where can we find her?

Random meetings

leave you regrets but no addresses.

The victim had his pants down
and his hands on his boner.

He had a good time at work.

There were hidden cameras
in the fitting rooms.

Malaussene, you work

as a technical controller.
What does it consist in?

Being given a roasting.

Until the client
gives up on filing a complaint.

I'm paid for that. Not bad.
Obviously,

I'm not supposed to tell.
My job is just hot air.

My job is to be a scapegoat.

The police doesn't have that?

So you lie.

- Yes.
- Does your family know?

No, it's for their own good.

OK, Malaussene.

You knew that pervert
had placed some cameras.

You wanted to settle that your way.

How much of a scapegoat are you?

It's just a job. It's unofficial.

Alright. As far as we are concerned,

let me tell you,
you are our main suspect.

These were bombs
that can be remotely triggered.

A hell of a racket to fake
an accident. But it's aimed.

What were you doing there?

Making a move.

On a journalist, I think.

On the videos, you approach a woman

who has stolen some underwear.
Did you threaten her?

She jumped on me!

You went to your place, right?

- Yes.
- She jumped on you there, too?

Yes, I have
a pleasant, colorful room.

Someone saw you naked on the street.

No.

I had my boxers on.

You have a curious job,

that necessarily attracts blows,
sooner or later.

OK, that would be all.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

He should be arrested.

Your intuition locked you
in this office.

You think he's guilty?

Let's keep him
in case we don't find anyone else.

Let's track him anyway.
Alright, Azra?

Are those your old scars?
The kid case.

The Christmas spirit is intact.
We have reinforced the security.

But I don't trust journalists.
They eat muck.

I understand your suspicion.

- Thank you for receiving me.
- Oh, I just want to use you.

In this difficult time,
you'll tell people everything's fine.

- That the ambiance is good?
- Exactly.

And the hidden cameras,
the guards' abuse of power

is also the Christmas spirit?

Just a buzz created by kleptomaniacs.

Is everything alright for you?

I work hard. People depend on me.

Some have died.

It's a tragic story
and it repeats itself.

When your father took over,
many children disappeared.

It's your turn and pow!

Miss, I don't have time to waste
with these insinuations.

- Have a nice day.
- Can I tell you something?

I don't like your tie.

Your voice seduces me.

"Mr. Malaussene
is required to the office..."

It's a pleasure
before getting a rocket.

Now.

Very well, sir.

You can go.

Why did you talk
of scapegoat to the police?

- I answered their questions.
- They didn't believe you.

You're lucky.

- You think?
- Yes.

You're bound to secrecy.
You diced with defamation lawsuit.

You wanted to ask for some time off?

- Yes.
- Nobody move

until the inquiry is over.
It's a police order.

But I have a fake job!

You liked it
when my father hired you.

I know you do nothing
and you are yelled at,

but you avoid us expensive trials.

It's because I have a family.

Truth is, you want to run away
from this store in difficulty.

Don't use your family as an excuse.

You're my father's last find,

and a wise one.
- Yes...

Sorry, I have to go.

Bring it back!

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Watch out!

Hey!

Sound the horn!

Damn!

The scald is superficial.

How is this possible?
They are supervised!

Jeremy was doing an experiment.
He refuses to say what it was.

I prefer not to know.

Your brother is only 12.

I thought
there were teachers with him.

Up to now, I was sympathetic.

But from now on, believe me,

we will control you

to ensure the well-being
of the minors in your family.

You can't set
the school on fire, you know!

He was making a bomb.

You didn't believe me.
It just wasn't plausible.

- That motor had been hacked.
- Jeremy, stop with that!

Stop! I'm sick of that nonsense.

The police was right.
It wasn't an accident.

- Not twice in a row.
- Jeremy, just walk.

Louna is expecting a girl.

- How do you know?
- It says here.

The baby is already upset.
She's not happy.

Go to your room.
I don't want to see you anymore.

Hi, Benjamin.

- You're early.
- You're not at school?

Don't skip class!
Not you, not now!

I see terrible things.
Another death. You're in danger.

Go. Therese,
if you read the chicken's guts,

of course you'll read shit.
- Calm down!

- What's wrong with this family?
- It will grow.

Louna is pregnant.

- You saw that in your cards?
- Therese is gifted.

Oh, alright...
And you kept the secret.

- Tell me you're not the father!
- You moron.

Louna is like my sister.

The police is asking
questions about you

in the neighborhood.
I told them to get lost.

I'm going down!
I can't see the sun anymore.

Denis! Give me two aubergines.

You owe nothing to that store.
You should quit.

Malaussene.
It looks like this is what you wear.

Save another two for him.
Winter will be rude.

What will I do with the kids?

I don't know put a cast on.
Ask for a leave.

It's risky. My boss is nasty.

No, they have to fire me
without it being my fault.

She's a cute redhead with...
many, many freckles.

Her hair is like a beautiful sunset.

You see, it's not very common.

- You can't go in.
- Call her: "Aunt Julia".

I don't know who she is.

Alright. Very well.

I will wait.

I'll sit down. It's not forbidden.

Arthur, where are you?

Aunt Julia is required

at the Office.

Aunt Julia is required.

Aunt Julia...

- Come with me.
- Let me explain.

I know that journalist.

He's with me.

You see?

- You know this man?
- Yes.

- So?
- I need your help.

You're not alone, apparently.

- What do you want?
- Do an article on me.

Saying what?

That I am not a technical controller.
I'm a lure.

Besides, I want you.
Let's take up where we left off.

I'm sorry for the other day.
It works fine, usually.

I'm sorry.
This is the first time it happens.

It's already the second.

Are you getting attached?

- Will you write my article?
- Yes.

I have that store in my sights.
It doesn't bother me.

Your story is twisted,
but it's opportune.

- Am I a necessary moron?
- More like a consenting victim.

It can make you look
like an ass, not a moron.

- It has to be savage.
- Why?

So that they fire me.

Mr. Malaussene is required
at the office of complaints.

What's the matter?

An alarm-radio?
It exploded?

What happened?

Malaussene...
Forest service manager.

Hair straighteners manager.

Displays and platters.

- It's my fault.
- You suck!

The complaints cupboard!

So?

Mr. Malaussene...

He bought it two weeks ago.

What does this mean?

Sorry for the inconvenient.

Mr. Malaussene is required...

I'm speechless.

You suck! You're my burden!

You should sign.

- No.
- Please?

- No.
- Ladies.

- Accept our apologies!
- Goodbye.

I'm a journalist...

Nice team of hyenas, huh?

What did you get?
Did you give up?

Joy at work
makes the world go round.

Accept our apologies.

We are so good!

I should ask for a raise.

Oh... Hello.

Hello, Mr. Malaussene.

How are you?

Malaussene
is required at the office...

Excuse me.

You're a living tragedy, a microbe!

You're a nobody, a parasite!

You are fired.

What will you do?

I'll live on love and fresh air.

On dry bread! For 20 years!

Get the air. I have the rest.

Did I miss something?

I think he's fooling us!

Penguin. Dolphin.

Sheep. Crocodile.

Fish. Frog.

Butterfly.

Rabbit.

Elephant.

Bear.

Monkey. Giraffe.

They called from the store.
You stole a bike.

It will be deducted.

- You stole a bike?
- No.

I mean... not really.

You're going to jail?

No, I will never leave you!
Come here.

You too, come here.

I'm sorry I got mad at you.

- Really?
- Really.

And also...

- I wanted to tell you something.
- What?

My real work...

- Yes?
- I'm not a technical controller.

What are you then?

I am...

a scapegoat.

A scapegoat?

A parasite, a microbe!

You're ugly

Why didn't you say anything?

Well... I rather talk about giraffes.

Cool! You're paid to be
a kid and being yelled at.

Nobody pays me.

Louna!

Who's the father, sweetie?

We're not good at fathers.

You can't have children like that.

I thought
we would raise them together.

When you'll are done
with the emotional clip,

can I show you my bomb?
- What?

You built a bomb?
Damn it, Jeremy!

It's basic chemistry, as you see.

Dismantle that.

Who taught you this?

- Sodium bicarbonate?
- I would think bigger.

I took the control batteries out.

He's really going
to need a therapist.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the store will close in 15 minutes.

Do you live here?

Yes, I like the calm and solitude.

Why did you stay?
In this place,

I mean.
- I didn't want to leave.

- What do you want?
- I want

to understand these deaths,
Mr. Stojilkovitch.

Back then, I had arrested
3 of your colleagues.

You all had an alibi.

And I've just scraped two
off the ground.

Is there a link
with the missing children?

Don't you feel threatened?

- By whom?
- I don't know... Malaussene?

The killer builds
everything inside of the store.

Searches are useless.

Jeremy, he'll have nightmares.

- Who's the bomber?
- Cazeneuve?

Maybe.

Cazeneuve?
It can't be him!

We found this in his locker.

The other day, I was in the store

and, all of a sudden, I saw 50 cops.

- There!
- He's there!

He was chased.

You will never catch me!

They just couldn't!

They couldn't catch Cazeneuve
because he runs too fast.

Suddenly, I saw Mr. Muscle.

Mr. Muscle is huge.

He started running after him.
Boom! Boom!

That's Mr. Muscle.
So, he said: "Cazeneuve!"

He reached him and tried to get him.

And pow!

- Was he hurt?
- Cazeneuve ran away.

I'm a smart guy, so I took a bike.

I crossed all the departments
at top speed.

He was running like this.

- Was he afraid?
- Yes. Can you imagine him?

Like this.

I come up to him.

How you doing? I smile,

like: "Gotcha."

And in one go...

He falls over. Just like that.

Handcuffs.

Don't move.

- There's the giraffe!
- Yeah. And then,

I took Cazeneuve
and handed him to the police.

Don't move.

There's the cute cop.
Right, Louna?

Malaussene!

I'm sure it's bullshit.
It can't be true. He's too stupid.

- What about Lehman?
- No. He's a weak fool.

I'm glad you're back.

- Sainclair?
- Me too, honey.

He's weaker than Lehman!
Not even a candidate.

Is he as stupid as Cazeneuve?

If we exclude the morons,
there'll be no one left.

What about Stojil?

I read everybody's cards.
He's into something fishy.

I thought I wouldn't see you again.

I wanted to talk to you.

About what?

How long have you been here?

- 30 years?
- 34.

You know children are missing.

Here's my queen.

Otherwise, you will lose again.

You haven't answered, Stojil.

At that time,
I was in charge of the security,

like Cazeneuve.

Go ahead.

You're coming?

I was in charge of the security,
but I didn't do my job right.

In a very short period of time,
3 children disappeared.

I couldn't do anything.

Arthur?

Arthur!

I don't understand.
I was here and then...

I am convinced it was done
with the help of certain employees.

The children were never found.

I didn't bear that.

I stayed to make sure
it wouldn't happen again.

You say I like being tortured
but you carry your own cross!

Why all the questions?

I know someone who sees a link
between that and the explosions.

I wondered if Miss Hamilton

and Constantin really had nothing
to feel guilty about.

If somebody kills the culprits,
it will be fine for me.

What if I'm sent to jail?

- You should leave.
- I have no choice!

A bastard
is killing people around me.

- There's always a choice.
- I'm working on it.

You should work on it, too.
Maybe sunbathe a bit because...

you're not thinking clearly.

Julius?

Julius!

What's wrong? Help me.

Taxi!

- What's that?
- My dog.

There's dustmen for that.

My poor Julius!
You will be OK.

Oh, I see... Yes.

- Epilepsy.
- Will it last long?

It depends on the dog.
Between 2 days and some weeks.

120 euros.

What time is it?

I know you're there, Mr. Malaussene.

What is it?

I'll call for backup if needed.

Hush, hush!

Alright, we're leaving.

- Where are we going?
- Take this.

- Are we in danger?
- No... it's a game.

You're taking me for a fool?

Don't talk like your brother!

Go get your things. Come on.

Hurry, hurry! Come on!

- Why aren't you taking anything?
- Hurry up!

So... You take your homework.

- Will we take Julius or not?
- Come here.

You took too many stuff.

Casseroles?

Any problem?

I brought you some harissa.

- We're not cooks.
- I know.

You smear your car tires

and the dogs piss on it.

- Great. Maybe just a coffee?
- Oh, coffee?

Yes, a nice coffee.

I'll have to check.

- Howdy!
- You can't be without me anymore?

Jedi attack!

Hey.

Can you put us up for some time?

Put you up or hide you?

- The article's done.
- Thanks. Kiss kiss.

You have to get me
in the store. At night.

- So I can search the boss' office.
- That's dumb.

The police is worked up.
Two people have died.

They need results.
Someone to blame, that is.

You're here. I'm your accomplice.

You owe me that.

Oh, my God... I will end up
in jail, that's for sure.

I will turn myself in.
There's no other way.

What a pussy!

I didn't say anything.

Personnel Only

Missing children:
Tragedy comes in threes

- What happened to them?
- They were eaten.

I saw a show once,
there are adults...

Your brother doesn't need to know.

- What do the cards say?
- Nothing.

I don't want to know either.

They were kidnapped by ogres.

But the ogres will disappear.

Don't worry.

I won't let anybody eat you.

- Want to see the bedding department?
- Focus, Malaussene!

- I can't believe it's on!
- It's the little one.

- Hello.
- Hello,

Benjamin. You didn't

read me my story.
- OK, but it will be short.

Is the giraffe there?

Yes, she is.
Want to talk to her?

I don't speak Giraffe.

- Did they found a body?
- What? No, no.

I'm in the footsteps of a bomber.

Will you die?

No! How would I finish the story?

I walk along the shelving.

I reach the depths of the store.

The darkness is silky...
and frightening.

What?

I have to search the office of...
Of?

- The alleged killer.
- We don't know yet!

No... I have to search the office...

of a potential bomber.

I have to go.
Go to sleep, alright?

- Goodnight!
- Bye.

He's going to bang Aunt Julia.

- Where did you learn that?
- At school.

I'm sorry.

- Can you hear me?
- Any problem, sir?

Everything's OK.
Have you seen anyone?

No.

You never see anything...

- What now?
- We'll find a ladder.

- You're a curious guy.
- I would say "fascinating"

but "curious" is OK.
- Have you ever wanted more?

Family man, scapegoat...
It's time-consuming.

Have you ever wanted more yourself?

If I want to settle down,
I'll let you know Benjamin.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

- Did you get everything?
- Yes, I did.

Full-Time Scapegoat

Hello, Malaussene...
How are you today?

Well, I'm good.

- You?
- Never better.

Do you have children?

Four. None of them is mine.

For the rest, I'm not sure.

I will take you to court.
You will lose the trial

and you'll be ruined
till your 7th generation.

You should let your heirs know.

Excuse me?

For the pigeons.
Baguette or pine nuts?

Pine nuts are expensive.

Baguette it is.

I'm fighting with the papers
over that scapegoat story.

The labor court
demands an explanation.

The ministry will investigate.

- It's the truth.
- Who's interested in the truth?

You won't have proof.
No employee will support you,

I assure you that!

This is defamation.
You'll have hell to pay.

Steyr or Hammerli?

Excuse me?

For the pigeons.

Hammerli.

They keep going.

It's crazy. When I doubt people,
I watch animals.

Look. I've just shoot them

and they keep on eating.
Crumbs, what's more.

Does it reassure you?

- What?
- Cynicism.

You must have suffered a lot
to comfort yourself with that.

That would be all, Malaussene.

Malaussene...

Give this to your kids.

As a souvenir.

The children, Dad...

Do you remember?

I'll put it with the rest.
We'll call it Bob.

- What is your name?
- Axel.

Of course you remember.

Dear friends,
we are gathered here today...

He thought of you till the end.

That is not true and you know it.

I want the contracts
of the stockholders.

Get out.

All of you.

I the undersigned, R. Sainclair...
leave to Ms. Linda Hamilton 15 %...

I leave 15 % to my accountant...

to the artistic manager.

I can't prevent my son
from taking over the store.

Thank you, sir.

Is everything alright?

- Yes.
- Mister Sainclair?

We'll change the decoration.

- I have Sainclair's ledger.
- Not interested.

He sold his shares
before the first explosion.

I don't give a damn,
do you understand?

The victims were stockholders

with life contracts.

- Stop it, kid!
- It has no batteries.

Come with me.
We'll forget about this store.

Just you and me.

I like what you are,
what you want,

what you want for me.
- What is that?

You want me to be determined.

I like you as a chicken, too.
You weakness moves me.

Sainclair lies.

- I love you.
- I'm often out wandering.

It's OK. I'm your flat-top.
You can land whenever you want.

I'll sail in your waters and wait.

- I'm talking about a scoop.
- It doesn't ring a bell.

About what I'm interested in.
That is, you.

If we start anything,
it better not be in a parlor.

Can I kiss you?

It's Malaussene.

There's been an accident...

So, Malaussene?

I quit.

Over here.

Where are they?

I'm at Malaussene's.

They're all gone.

What?

Was Ms. Hamilton the last victim?

Yes. She blew up along with her desk.

- You're next. Get out of here.
- Get in there.

No time to lose.

Sainclair probably wants to kill
those who know about the children.

- Do you have proof?
- I have clues.

I saw the remote-control car
in his office. He wants to fit me up.

Stojil?

Stojil!

- You shouldn't have come.
- What?

You're right.
It's time for me to get out.

- Open up.
- I'm the last one.

This has to end.

Stojil! We must call the police.

The evidence points to you!

- We have to go.
- That guy is like a brother to me.

- We're staying.
- OK.

We don't screw much...
But you're not exactly annoying.

Who's the redhead?

She's the journalist, I think.

Her name's in the article.
Send a team to her place.

Do you think
Malaussene is the bomber?

The evidence is clear.

I don't think you should remain open.

We must evacuate and close.

What about my loss of income?

This place is full at Christmas!

OK. I'll give the order.

Your officers
should dress as civilians

to avoid scaring my few clients left.

Did you do your homework?

You won't hear anything.
It's too soon.

You're wrong.
I hear footsteps on the stairs.

Police. Nobody move!

Nobody move!

Show me your hands!

Hands behind your head.

Get up! Move!

Are you deaf?
Nobody move!

Easy, easy.

- Have an order?
- Not in France.

- What is it?
- You don't know your brother.

No way. You're making a mistake.

Damn! The journalist.

Move up!

I want Malaussene.

- Me too.
- You're laughing at me?

No. I think I like him.

- Really.
- Do you know where he is?

Most of the time, on cloud nine.
If not, he's in big shit.

You really are laughing at me.

If I tell you where he is,
you will arrest him.

And I promised
I wouldn't say anything for...

three minutes.

Please hold the line.

Mister Malaussene.

I won't be tricked!

You should be on the run.

Stojil has been in mourning for years
but he didn't do anything!

You won't come?

He was an accomplice
in those kidnaps.

You don't cease to amaze me.

- A race goat.
- Give me that.

My father
and his gang were despicable.

Your Oedipus complex is too radical.

Maybe, but he picked on the children.

When asked
about your motives, say that.

- They were ogres!
- You should have said something.

My childhood memories
are my only proof.

Mom!

What are you doing?

What is he doing here?

Get out!

I want to see my mom!

You settle accounts

on my dime.
You're going to kill an innocent.

You're naif, a little bit idealistic.

My father chose you.
I despise you.

Police! Nobody move!
Do you understand what I'm saying?

We have him.

It's not me!

God damn it, who shot?

Give me that, Sainclair. It's over.

According to a journalist,
you sold your shares.

I'd like to see this store
become a parking lot.

I doubt your father would want that.

The pathetic son will finish
what he started.

Like every year,

Parisian Paradise delights you
with its Christmas fireworks.

You're an important man.
Should we use the back door?

Follow me, Mr. Sainclair.

You again?

This time, you're mine.

Can we turn the sirens on?

Yes.

There you go.

His drawings are back to normal.

Congratulations
on your taking control again.

This child is happy,
he has found a joie de vivre.

As for the rest, you were a victim.
You should've told me.

- When you put your mind to it.
- Yes!

Wait...

- Hello?
- Mr Malaussene?

You sent me your book.

Wait... I don' understand.

- I sent what?
- Not you,

your agent, Therese Malaussene.

Oh, she sent you...

Your novel!
With the giraffe, etc.

I'd like you to come.

Alright.

- This afternoon?
- OK.

Goodbye.

- Stop.
- Who was it?

Hello, Mr. Malaussene.

Let's get things straight.
It's not about your book.

We won't publish this.

It wanders and ends up nowhere.
And you won't improve.

If you say so.

Oh, yes... I say so.

Your true vocation is this,

Mr. Malaussene.

Full-Time Scapegoat

That's what I need.

"Misread" apprentices,
"mis-published" beginners,

mediocre writers
who could be successful...

Everybody gives me a rocket.

Everybody. In 20 years,
I haven't met a writer who is happy.

So, to avoid those annoyances,
I'd like to hire you.

Are you unemployed?

I don't know
what I'm going to do yet.

- Do you know publishing?
- No.

Perfect.

Do you like reading?

I have little time...

You're going to get lots of offers.

Whatever. I'll pay you twice more.

Paternity leave included.
Think about it.

And call me as soon as you can.

Thank you. Good bye.

Inspector Carrega?

What are you doing here?

I'm here to make...
an official proposal.

You're brave,
but it won't be possible.

- I don't love you.
- I was talking about Louna.

If you stop kicking down my door
every time you come in,

I will authorize you
to ask my sister out.

When did you buy your first bra?

I've always stolen them.

- Here.
- X is unknown.

Back to your place. Good.

Here, Louna. Well, he'll have
to submit his plans to me first.

You went out. How does it feel?

If your niece keeps crying,
I'll have to go back to my cave.

It's more quiet.

Oh, yes. Is homework progressing?

- Sure, yes.
- Actually, Benjamin,

can you come to my school
to sign some autographs?

- My friends love the scapegoat.
- Really?

- Hello?
- How are you, honey?

Everything's fine.
I can't hear you.

What's your real name?

It's Sophie-Georgette.

OK. Bye, mom.

Can I?

- Hey... What?
- How are you?

Wait, just a second.

There you go.

Are you crazy?

You're insane.
You want to suffocate her?

- Dimwit.
- Stop arguing.

Welcome to the Malaussene family.

The baby won't stop crying.

The dads don't stay long,
contrary to the eternal troubles.

She's ugly, like a leg of lamb.

OK, bye.

The kid makes horror drawings

while his brother considers
burning his niece up.

And all I have to do is bring
some balance into this game.

What do the cards say?

Everything's going to be OK.

I mean, not worse than usual.

- Publishing house.
- May I speak to Mrs. Zabo, please?

- Yes. You are mister...?
- Benjamin Malaussene.

Hold the line.

I'm all ears.

- Alright, I accept.
- You start on Monday.

Ogres Paradise

For Bettina

Subtitles: Eclair Media