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Marie!

Let's light the tree.

I was born with music

one Christmas Eve.

Let me sleep.

- Come on, once more. - Let me sleep!

Am I bothering you?

It's cool, the three of us like this, huh, Marcel?!

You mean Jérôme!

Who gives a damn!

It's 100% beef. Right, Solange huh?!

Well, I got nothing against it, but maybe your girlfriend...

Solange? You think she's shy? No way. If someone puts you up,

even for just one night and then if we stay and eat,

the two of us should do

something special.

Oh man, I'm gettin' bad vibes.

Maybe we should split!

And you're a real chow-hound! It's full of good things, in there...

stuffed with Velveeta and Jello,

banana dessert and all that. His mommy's good doggy.

A fat cat.

Take a look at this, Solange! Just look!

Unreal!

This is my house, so...

So what?

So get the hell out!

How could you sleep with that?

You jerk. In two years, he'll be bald.

He won't get it up.

- You're slumming! - Knock it off!

Oh, shut it. Just look at that!

It's flabby. It oozes olive oil!

You're hopeless!

Alright, I'm ready.

Yeah, you're always ready!

- Let's get going! - But I'm hungry!

Move it!

55...56...

57...58...

...59.

Keep it up!

Can you drop me off? I'm late.

- Well, I... - That's really nice.

Hi.

- So, where to? - Uh, Place des Vosges.

Oh no! St. Augustine first, if you don't mind. Thanks.

Stop!

It's really pretty, what you're wearing.

You want binoculars? Disgusting creep!

No stockings? You don't like them? That's my line!

Oh yes, that's nice!

I just got back from Hong Kong. I'm in silk...

One eye on my ass and the other on the meter.

He puts money down and thinks he's entitled.

They buy you dinner and add it up in their heads:

Restaurant cost me 800 francs...

and 150 for the movies!

Even if they're too chicken to say it.

Inside, they're thinkin' for 950 francs, better to get a hooker!

You got a telephone number?

Uh yeah! I must have it, but uh...

I forgot, I left so fast, without even any money.

Could you help me out? You don't mind...

500 francs?

She can talk anyone into anything, even me. She could get me to eat pork!

- I'll call you. - No problem.

- Thanks. - Ciaou!

You stick him for it?

- What number did you slip him? - The Welfare Department's.

Well!

- Say hello. - Hi, Samuel!

Don't bend the corners!

- No one says hi to me? - Hi, Celio!

What's up today?

Pluto at a juncture... the black moon.

Pluto symbolizes the unconscious forms while the black moon

represents the shadow.

Careful, those are antiques.

Antiques? Cruddy old books.

Faraway Pluto invites you to discover the secret of your origins.

To go beyond the sacrifice which deprived you of a warm home.

What about romance for me?

It says you better not sleep with just anyone.

By exploring this pain...this lack, you will find the means

to act in this life,

and encounter the truth.

Do you have "Elle"?

A bookseller with her skirt up to her crotch?

Stop, will you? It's on the display rack.

What's eating you today? Don't you feel well?

You want to talk?

Get off my case!

Want my picture?

When I'm not nice to him, I get so mad at myself.

The ones you love the most get it the worst.

Naturally, they're the only ones that care.

You're a phony! I've always known it!

Close the door.

We only see you when you're alone or you need money.

You got a little somethin' don't you, some welfare?

Your father only has his retirement and we're both livin' off it.

Then there's your kid. Where'd she come from?

We don't even know her.

How old is she?

She's three and the best thing I ever did.

- She's all I have in the world. - This is not a hotel!

Some holiday gift!

I can't pay my rent. Tomorrow, I'm on the street.

A few months, then I won't bother you.

At our age, you know, a child...

will tire us out very fast.

Where's the guy?

He left me three years ago.

He doesn't even know he has a daughter.

That's great! I deprive myself to raise you.

Mom and me think we can take it easy.

But we gotta start all over again with a fatherless brat!

It's too dark. Makes her cry!

- We have to open up! - No, your father naps here.

We only open it later.

At my age I can't take drafts, so don't be a pain in the ass!

I'll make some tea, with honey...

for the little girl.

We got rules here.

If you come back, you betta follow 'em, or else, don't bother.

Merry Christmas!

Good riddance!

I'm hungry. Let's have lunch.

- We're leaving our bags. - As usual.

It's the 13th in 15 days. That's a lot.

"I'm re-e-eal sorry."

So, did you put on everything?

Nothing's missing on top?

No, it's the dress. Real classic, huh?

I'll never wear that cap! Never!

Open up for us?

Are you pouting?

That cap looks good on you! Everybody here agrees.

It looks great on you!

No, it's not true!

Ahmed! Come here...

He's difficult...very difficult.

Marie, come help me, don't let him leave.

Excuse me... Ahmed! Calm down!

Don't let him take his stuff, Miss!

Block the door!

Ahmed! Come back!

Stop thief...

Thief! Stop thief!

They went that way!

- Hurry up! - These shoes hurt my feet.

- These clothes embarrass me! - Go buy some rice.

- Buy? - Yes, buy!

But rice makes you fat...

Are the Chinese fat? Go on...

Long live the groom!

- Stop throwing rice! - Why? It's a wedding!

They make a nice couple.

Her dress is superb...

A flat-chested woman shouldn't wear a low-cut dress!

They look so happy.

Now's the time, the worst lies ahead.

An orangeade, please.

You'll always be my fondest memory, Gilles.

Now I can tell you, I was a virgin.

I had noticed that, imagine!

Oh God, I'm sick of dancing.

I'm not.

Okay, we'll finish this one and that's it.

- Hey! Is that a Rolex? - Yes.

- Is it gold? - Yes.

- The inside, too. - Hold on, I'm dreaming.

Even the inside is gold?

I'm on my ass.

- You got a phone number? - Uum....

Call me at the Gobelins booth or at Samuel's, the bookstore.

It's next to... Check with Marie, sometimes she's against giving it...

We haven't been introduced. You are...?

Solange.

- You related to the bride? - Uh, yes, that's right!

Then you're my cousin.

Yeah! I'm your cousin.

And if you're her cousin, you're my cousin, too, aren't you?

You're mixing me up!

I'll introduce you to the family.

- They'll be delighted. - Stop it.

Leave her alone. Drop it.

You're like my father. You only get it up for maids.

Sorry? Who's your father?

I'd like to know who is the father of this charming young girl?

Yes, that one, the pretty blonde at the buffet.

Yes, it's me.

Oh, it's you?

You can only get it up for maids?

Is that true?

According to your daughter... Luckily,

your wife catches up with the family virgins.

How many are here?

Raise your hands!

The bride's dress is pretty.

The mosquito net dame thinks you're too flat for something low-cut.

As for the groom...

Did you drop me because I'm not good enough for you?

I wasn't from your world? Not rich enough?

So, you fooled around with me and threw me away like a used rag.

- Enough! Get down! - Touch her, you die!

Well, so long!

- Good luck and happy screwing! - Are you stupid?

You got it on with the husband?

I don't even know him!

- Why did you do that? - To bug them!

No reason. Why should always the same people be happy?

Stop thief! Thief!

"Ya diout bal de."

- What does that mean? - Happy holidays!

100 francs!

- Wait up! - Yeah, sorry.

- Madame? - Two boxes of licorice.

Two boxes of licorice, that makes 15 francs.

- Nothing smaller? - Nope!

Here you are.

- Madame? - 2 bingos.

20 francs...

What can I get you, my boy?

Uh.. Lighter..

Do you want this one? That one?

Decide, people are waiting.

They're both the same.

60 francs, okay?

100 francs...

Madame?

A pack of Craven A, please.

5, gimme 5.

5 what?

No, you gave me 100 francs! Look. It's right. Okay?

He gave you 500 francs!

No, he did not. He gave me 100 francs.

It's written.

You write on bills?

He doesn't speak French, but he gave you 500 francs.

Can't spend all day.

Hold it. What is it?

- He gave 500 francs. - It's marked "Ya diout bal de".

Check the cash register!

Can't you pay attention? What do we look like now?

Get out!

So, would you like to stay with them?

They're still coming to see you.

They love you, you know.

Why don't you want to stay with them?

You say mean things. You answer back.

But they didn't do anything to you.

We promised each other something, remember?

If she doesn't want to stay, don't force her.

You promised not to run away.

Don't you keep your promises?

No.

And you promised to eat a little more.

There too, you don't keep your word.

There's one thing I want you to know.

You can always see your grandparents,

at any time.

If you want to leave, you can call. They'll come.

I don't like them!

Okay, listen, the phone number is in your room,

above your bed.

Will there be another girl in the room with me?

Yes.

Do you want to say good-bye now or later?

You know, there are lots of children here

who don't have a dad or a mom or any family.

You're lucky to have grandparents who love you.

You don't want to say good-bye to them?

Good-bye grandfather, good-bye grandmother.

Marie? Are you coming with me?

You'll have a very nice room, you'll see.

What's wrong?

You shoplifted again?

You're a real pain. Incurable!

That bitch stuck a report on my ass.

On your ass?

Come with me!

Tonight, December 24th, Christmas party,

8 PM in the canteen in the presence of the Principal.

Be punctual and in appropriate attire.

Hello.

Hello Marie...

Hello Solange - again!

Sit down. You act like the cleaning girl.

Yes, I'm listening.

You see, it's about Solange...

How can I put it?

What a drag, Christmas in a detention home.

That's a matter that only concerns Solange and me.

She made a mistake, okay?

- She regrets it. - She makes a lot of mistakes.

Particularly

in supermarkets - and repeatedly!

I don't wish to talk about what doesn't concern you.

Anything else?

I know that you're interested in us, that it's for our own good...

Everybody here thinks so.

- Right, Solange? - Uh, yes.

Thank you.

You take good care of us.

Really good. So good that...

some people say that it's too good! You look amazed.

Yet, everybody knows that you're attentive, close...

sometimes even too close with us.

For instance, the other day, Nadine said

"She takes good care of me," with that tone. She could have said...

"She takes good care of me," but in another, normal tone.

I could say it myself and...

Solange too. Huh, Solange?

Yes. If Marie says so, I say so, too.

You see?

What are you implying?

If Solange leaves...

I don't know what will happen.

We'll see about that!

It's your word against at least fifteen signatures!

Seventeen!

Seventeen!

Lesbian - that stays on a file!

It doesn't leave. It's like a bad smell. It follows you everywhere!

Congratulations. You've got a bright future.

A future? But what future?

Think about it.

We women can understand each other.

If she doesn't come out, we won!

You're nuts! We don't pass "Go!" We're getting thrown in the pen!

Don't be uptight. Loosen up!

Let your mind go blank.

Anyway, I've got plans.

We're outta here. There's not enough air.

Where are we going?

We're invited to dinner.

Whose place?

- Some very nice people. - In this lousy neighborhood?

This it?

Yeah, this is it.

Don't open it. See who's there.

I know you're hidin' behind the door! It's me, Marie!

Could you open the door? It would help.

Oh my, you've grown tall.

Yeah, well, in ten years there's time to grow.

My heavens, goodness, how you've changed!

Why'd you come?

Who is it there?

It's Santa Claus!

It's Marie! She's come to give us a hug.

Rip the paper off, that'll take three hours.

- Mister! Can I change the channel? - No, leave that. It's very good.

But it's in German, I can't understand!

Can we lower it, just to hear each other?

Listel wine...

You remembered?

Yes, I remembered.

I got you cookies in the metal box you like

with the pretty Swiss landscapes on it.

Oh! You're so nice.

I'll put it with the others.

Like that, it's just like I was traveling...

Ah! In my time it was Morlin wine grower and merchant.

Now it's Morlin & Sons.

Grandparents... I didn't know

Marie had any family.

Let me. Your thumbs are all twisted.

This was in '64, the foundations...

This is the main structure.

Look!

At that time, they were real workers.

Damn, they're old! They've always been old even when they were young!

I swear I'll never be old. Look at her...

She puts it one way, then she puts it another.

She's shrinking, she's shriveling.

She's like her cake, all dried up inside.

And him,

small, stingy, always afraid of not having enough.

His heart is curled up like claws.

We only see you when you're alone or you need money.

Where did this child come from? You land here with her.

We don't even know her. Where's she from?

Old bitch! I know where I'm from.

At our age, you know, a child....

will tire us very fast.

Anyway, I couldn't have lived in your shoebox.

A good place to bury canaries. It's so ugly!

It's small like you, like your vault at the cemetery.

It smells of moth balls.

We think we can take it easy. But we gotta start again

with a fatherless brat!

It's too dark.

An arctic cold, a 30-year winter of old people.

We have to open up.

No, your father naps here. We only open it later.

I can't take drafts.

Don't be a pain in the ass!

It stinks in here! We have to open up!

No, no, watch out for the drafts!

- Gotta have air, old man. - Close the window!

He'll catch his death! He doesn't go to the lake anymore.

He'd rather take a nap.

He'll last longer, like a bunny with a battery.

No coronaries at your age.

Gotta look at the quack-quacks! Feed them crumbs!

Eat it up!

- What's wrong? You were so nice... - We won't let you in!

Why do you keep this? To drink it with my mom?

You're mean!

And you...stop sniveling!

What did you do for her? What did you ever do?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Why didn't you take in my mother? Why didn't you?

We were out on the street!

It's dumb, but every time she takes off, I'm bummed out.

With her, it's always a party, a pool full of Coke,

a mountain of Big Macs.

If she didn't come back, I'd feel like a wimp.

You OK, sister?

You know of a Desmoulin who lived here?

Desmoulin ain't none, Dubois neither...

There's Moncel, Larbi, Kamari, an' Yousbir.

Here in the stinking crap, there's only us now.

- Did your folks maybe know her? - My parents don't even know me.

Hallelujah, sister! There's the crazy, he's gotta know. Come on.

Your mother? She was a whore!

Poor sicko! What do you know?

Ask her old neighbor if she wasn't a whore.

Chapelier, he moved to Cergy Pontoise.

22 rue de Clignancourt! He was one of the last

to move out of this stinking mosque!

What did my mother do to you? What do you know to mouth off?

Ask Chapelier, he wasn't deprived, he just had to go next door.

I want sleep!

She was a whore.

Tell me to my face!

Before shooting herself, she set the place on fire.

Take his address.

I want to sleep!

You touch my sister - you're dead.

I'll shoot!

Let go, witch!

Those dirty blacks wanna smoke me out.

You think I'm a ham? I'm gonna shoot you all!

That bastard set the place on fire!

Get out of my face! You're like a mongrel dog on my tail.

Get lost! Beat it! Bye! Do you understand French at least?!

I'll protect you, there might be bad guys.

Get off my turf! Get it? Buzz off!

Why do you follow me?

I don't wanna stay in the projects. I'll turn bad. You want that?

You're the Dial-a-goddess, a beach holiday, a breath of air.

I don't have a house to take you on vacation.

- I don't have a house at all! - About your mother...

- Drop it, okay? - Don't cry.

It can't be true. That guy is a rotten creep.

She's not why I'm crying. It's the garbage can smoke.

I don't have the energy to go back to Paris.

I have to find a jerk to put me up and screw me for the same price!

There's never anybody to take me in their arms...

and I'm tired.

- But where are you taking me? - My place!

I'd never sleep with you because I put you up for the night.

Good thing, considering what you offer. It's not the Ritz.

But, still, it's our little nest.

Also, I wouldn't sleep with you right away because I respect you.

- You never slept with anybody? - Yeah, sure, I have.

But not with just anybody!

Oh yeah, sure.

- Ahmed! - What?

Stop thinking about Dial-a-porn. It'll give you pimples.

It's the cops!

- You're not funny. - Where were you?

Alright, let's go.

- Hi, Kevin! - No, not you again...

- We're not disturbing you? - You are!

He's gonna raid the fridge again!

Marie, if he wolfs down everything, you go shop!

Look, I lifted it specially for you.

I don't want cop trouble!

I want the maid to spray it all over the house.

If that means you're staying several...

No, give me that!

Hello, yes, no, I'll call you back later, excuse me.

I'll call back.

No way. It's the last time you step foot in here, get it?

You're stressed out. When people come, it pisses you off.

When there's no one, you're in a funk. Right?

Ahmed! Answer the phone!

No! Not him!

Hello! Aldorédo & Company! Salem Aleikem!

Drop the Arab accent! And take the messages correctly!

Watch her while I shop.

Oh no, give her to the concierge.

Oh, alright, come in, right this way.

Wait, come with me.

Oh my God, what an affliction!

It can't be, I'm cursed! Solange!

Did your cleaning lady wash my tights at least?

Yeah. For the last time.

- For you! - I'm not here!

He's not here.

Okay if I get my glasses from my own bathroom?

You want glasses or binoculars?

I mean, really!

Some of these guys are too much. Any time!

Right on, whenever, my oh my!

- But where's Ahmed? - With the tall blonde

wearing glasses.

I see.

I really dig this one, a surfer. I'm nuts over him.

Just your type.

Think so? No joke, 'cause I love...

Hey, wait! I can't believe it.

70% of all girls sleep with boys

just not to disappoint them. And simulate orgasms...

My pussy's name isn't Mother Theresa.

Point is, we should get paid.

You're a bitch! There's a name for that, babe!

It wouldn't bother me, if he was cute!

Would it bother you?

Like with this guy...

Like that, you have a drink with a stranger?

It's not as if you're a total stranger.

What can I get you?

A Schweppes.

A Schweppes and a beer.

Maybe I was the one who talked to you first. I don't know anymore.

That's not my usual style.

No! No! It was me - I think.

You know, uh, I'm 50 years old.

That doesn't matter to me.

That's really touching, what you just said.

My life is, well... organized.

I don't know how to tell you, but...

I understand. You're married. Right?

By now, it's not really anymore.

Someday, you'll understand.

It's funny, you know, but when you look at me like that...

I have the feeling that I can hope.

Can I hope?

Can I have hope, then?

Maybe, basically, uh...

How can I say it...

I mean,

maybe you like more mature men.

Is that it?

If I approached you

it's because I felt that... that I attracted you.

- That's unbelievable. - Why? It's not true?

No. I mean, yes!

But it's so frank.

How should we go about it?

Should we see each other again here or...

I don't know...

It's simple. 400 for a blow-job, 1000 to go all the way.

I thought that it was...

What will it be?

There's a hotel just next door. Will that do, kiddo?

- Is she of age? - Yeah sure. She's a pro.

Room 12.

Remember everything, forget nothing!

That's how he did it with her.

I'm sure she had to be thinking of a shower...

a hot shower.

I hope you see me from up there

and it hurts like hell.

What are you up to?

I'm a minor, and that means...

You bitch!

Mommy! Mommy!

You gonna shut up? Bitch!

Come closer and I'll whistle.

You know how much you get for the rape of a minor?

You want to lose your wife, your job...

I'll call the cops, alert the hotel!

Claude Chapelier, 22, rue de Clignancourt!

How do you know my name?

What've I done to you?

- I've got kids! - Yeah, like my age maybe?

Leave my kids out of this!

- You want money? - No! I want the truth.

- What truth? - Did you know Élisa Desmoulin?

The one who committed suicide? Yeah, what about it?

Louder, I can't hear anything! Claude Chapelier!

Yes, I knew her.

Give me your clothes!

Your briefs!

You wanted to show me your pipe, so take your hands away!

So is it true what they say?

Were you her sugar daddy?

Answer! Or should I call your wife and ask her?

Yes, it was me.

Tell it all! How much you paid, how many times?

- Did she go all the way? - Just with her mouth.

She said she didn't betray her husband like that.

What an idiot!

How much did she take?

Just enough to buy her dresses.

Why do you want to know? Why?

None of your business! Go on...

At the store, she earned just enough to live on. So, for dresses

or an evening out, you can imagine, it was me or...

the department heads.

And him, didn't he say anything?

- Who's the "him"? - Her husband!

Oh him! He was a real pimp!

He played piano in the bars and for what that brought in...

He must have made money off her.

She was weak. I'm sure he forced her!

Why are you whistling?

I didn't ask your opinion of him!

Listen, I don't really have anything against you but look at yourself.

You make my skin crawl.

Your hair stinks, it's like greasy straw. It stops up bathtubs.

And you still have dandruff!

Your ass is flabby. At 50, you're ripe for an old age home.

You're the vaccination against love.

Come on! Make a little effort for me:

- Jerk off! - No, not that!

Really, you're too ugly.

But keep going!

These fell out of the window. What's going on?

Nothing. We were so excited, things went flying!

Did you see your clothes? Look!

Where you headed? Drop me off?

You can't smoke here...

Oh yes, you can! See?

Where have you been these last six months?

What do you live off?

The Foster Bureau made an official request to look for you.

You terrorized your grandparents!

It's serious. They filed a complaint.

Fine. You finished? You've done your duty?

Is it true I'm the daughter of a hooker?

Is it true my father was a pimp?

I want an answer!

I'm bound by professional discretion.

Certain information is confidential.

Try to understand that your father...

You're not doing your job well, dearie! You're supposed to lie.

And lie to me right!

When the truth is ugly, pretty it up! Put it in a beautiful setting.

Don't tell me fibs!

But let me dream!

After all, my dad was respectable... a pianist.

My grandparents hated him. Just for that, I could've loved him.

Can I put you at ease?

In 6 months, I'll be 18 so I'll learn the truth.

Give me a break! There are only losers here!

You, for instance: I'm sure that you don't have a kid.

Your love life is a big zero, like everybody else's!

You're afraid of getting old.

You got a fake Chanel!

You saw yourself as a surgeon, not a psychobabbler.

Need I continue?

To sum it up: you're paid to give advice.

The paternal image, the grey areas of childhood...

and bla bla bla.

At least tell the truth!

You know I can take it!

I'm just next door.

If you need me.

Marie Desmoulin...

Desmoulin, Jacques. Born February 22.

Desmoulin, Élisa.

Origins unknown.

Father's domicile unknown, mother deceased.

Incompatibility with grandparents.

Admission Report:

Admitted following mother, Élisa Desmoulin's suicide.

Wife of Jacques Desmoulin.

He was sentenced in absentia in April '76 to 3 years without parole

for...

pimping.

Autopsy: Cranial perforation by firearm

shot at close range.

Burns on the left cheek... the gun barrel

introduced in left jaw.

The impact shattered the cranium in one place.

She stays an hour and leaves 5 cents.

Shitting out my life isn't worth more!

Whatsa matter with you?

You been crying?

They all piss me off! They're getting to me!

I didn't ask to grow up so quickly, especially not like that!

I feel like I'm already old.

I've never seen you in this state!

It's not like you.

Wait, I know a super remedy.

Two tequila slammers!

Solange, cool it!

But he's so cute!

Come on, chill out.

Wanna dance? Come on!

I'm gonna dance up there.

And now for our karaoke contest. Here are our first two candidates.

Where you been? I was looking all over.

- You sick? - No. I want to go home.

Cut it out.

Okay, I get it. We'll take you back.

Go get the wheels.

Wait. I feel sick. Open the window. Open it!

No, stop! Will you please stop?

I like you, let yourself go a little.

- Giving you ideas? - No, it's not.

Drive with two hands. It's safer.

No problem, let 'er roll.

It goes all by itself, no sweat.

You autistic? Hold the wheel!

No, seriously, I don't like that!

Come on, I won't hurt you... Be cool!

Tell your friend to stop, now!

What's the matter?

She turns him on, it's normal.

That's enough! She told you to stop! So stop!

Shut up, keep your eyes front.

Let her go, okay!

Ya hear that? Shut your trap!

Stop. We're getting out.

Where you going?

Seriously, I told you I don't like that!

Leave her alone!

You want one, too?

I have some condoms in my bag.

Just get out!

Beat it, you shit!

Piss off!

- You know how to drive? - Yeah, a little.

Bitch!

Whore!

Asshole!

It's crazy!

See how I got ridda them?

It's crazy!

Where'd you get that gun?

Never mind, it's my inheritance.

I mean, it really is crazy!

Wait. We're not gonna park in front of Kevin's?

I'll park their car!

- You can drive? - Yeah, I got the basics.

Parking in Paris is not really a problem.

That's mine.

You could give me a little piece, stingy.

Can you decipher this for me, please?

- What do you want me to decipher? - This, on the back.

- What's that? - Butt out.

It's easy, wait...

Do Si Do. Do Si Do.

How can we find the publisher?

There are books. Hang on, I'll look.

I got one: "I Sing the Hits".

It was the springtime.

Same school...

same train...same camp.

We played between the barbed wire.

It was smoking...

The smoke, the fear...

Fear makes you do a lot of things.

Like change your name. For nothing. Lébovitch's parents

called themselves Desmoulin.

They were still taken away.

Desmoulin...Lébovitch...

Lébovitch...Desmoulin...

When you're a Jew, you're a Jew!

He signed

his music Lébovitch.

He didn't like Desmoulin.

Maybe he was angry at himself for having changed his name.

You smoke?

Three packs a day.

They're nails in your coffin.

A slow death...

- So what? I already died once. - So did I.

Not bad, huh!

Lébo, now he was a class act.

He cut a record and then he disappeared.

Like that, in a puff of smoke.

He's gone. I don't know, don't know... Maybe he's dead.

He might not even know...

that his song was a hit.

But who are you?

Do you know him?

Do you know where he is?

- Does this food have a name? - Big Mac.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

What a killjoy he is!

Are the tips of your breasts erectile?

- Erect what? - Erectile!

- What's that? - That stand up!

Did I ask your advice?

Would you open the living room door?

- What for? - Just open the door!

Oh...Wow!

It's magnificent!

Isn't it magnificent?

It's superb.

It's beautiful, my darling.

Candles drip on the floor!

Christmas in April, I'm dreaming!

It's true! It's not Christmas!

Yes, today is Christmas. I decided.

Go on, Ahmed, give out the presents.

What's this?

- Open it. - No. Not now.

It's a video! But promise me...

that you won't watch it before tomorrow!

I promise. Thanks.

It's an original!

It's just a little piece because...

I had to be real quick!

Look! Written in his own hand... it's over two hundred years old!

You're so...

It's a giant Mexican jumping bean?

Not like that! Handle with care, please.

Since it's Christmas, let's call it Jesus.

Good idea. Jesus, go pee over there,

Jesus, come eat here.

What if we called him Amadeus?

Could you go get some milk?

If there is any.

He's cute.

Let's see his eyes.

I'd like you to do me a big favor.

Of course, if I can.

Starting tomorrow, I'd like you to look after Ahmed.

I never had a child and for a good reason!

But I would have so much liked to have one.

With pleasure, my dear.

Thank you.

But why? Are you leaving?

Are you having problems?

You want some?

No, thanks.

You know, I also have a present for you.

Come see.

You okay?

Hot damn...

- Was it good? - Oh yeah...

Merry Christmas!

Can I start?

Advice is stupid, huh? I know, but anyway...

Number one: Don't show off all the merchandise.

Two: No holding on too tight when you dance!

If you find a guy who's decent, don't be too familiar.

Watch your language,

stuff like:

"You're loaded with dough."

"That rips my ass."

Thirdly: Don't sleep with somebody right away.

You're not convinced about that?

But, come on, repeat after me... I will not go to bed right away!

I will not go to bed right away...

Because you know...

It's okay to be polite and have some bread.

Not only punks have appeal.

Even if I chew you out a lot, I love you.

You're the only one I love.

Maybe we'll never see each other again.

But think of me.

Here! I'll be there with you inside.

- Can I still talk? - Yes, yes, talk!

You've got a heart this big.

You're like a rubber doll so when they say, "I love you," be suspicious.

Even if you want them.

Even if you fall, you'll pick yourself up, better than ever.

And then, do me a favor. Even if you don't succeed...

at least, use a condom.

And every time.

So long now.

No! Marie!

You're gone?

Don't leave me all alone!

Oh hell! Lébo! You pay your drink?

Cash is made to be drunk!

Let's go, another round. Bring it here. A foamy one, too.

Here's to our women!

Watch out! There are two kinds of women. Just two...

There are the whores...

and there are the whores!

I don't like dogs!

Cosmic animosity!

They don't know me, still they hate me.

It's the only stable relationship I've had. At least, it lasts.

Don't start in, Lébo!

Come on, gimme a drink.

First I drink...

and after...

After, I talk.

How is my pal?

My mascot?

Everything I hate...

Young, flashy and so stupid, it's relaxing.

- Let's have a drink! - One drink.

Pay for your round and go home 'cause you're sloshed!

- Hey, gimme that! - What?

This guy is a seagull. He steals everything you got.

Even if you got nothing!

- Sure knows women! - Not like you, vermin!

You're right!

My old balls can't stay in action more than five minutes.

I never gave any pleasure, but I'm excused:

I never got any!

- Pour me another one! - You should go home and sleep.

Can I say something to you?

Watch the birdie.

He gets us every time!

It takes talent to scrape bottom.

To be an alky is a real discipline, my boy.

Mediocrity won't do. You have to have endurance.

You have to believe in it.

You take two drinks, you hear chimes.

You're floating with the angels.

You rave, you trip on despair.

Then, home to ma and pa who left a meal in the oven...

The light on 'cause you're scared of the dark!

Basically,

you're nice.

So lucky for your poor mom that she has you!

At 40, she pours on face cream.

"The worthy woman!" She's so scared of growing old.

Her brat is her fountain of youth!

Before she changed your shit-filled diapers.

Now she wipes up your puke. So she's still 20 years old.

I'm gonna tell ya...

Maybe, if I could still do it...

I'd get it up for her.

Who are you? You're an angel?

You're a whore!

Oh little boobies!

Nice little boobs.

I can't.

I can't do it!

I swear to you, Mommy, I'll kill him little by little...

slowly, tenderly...

Will you lend me your bike?

She's a pain in the ass, that kid.

What's going on?

She's gonna bust my bike, that twit.

Get lost, stupid cat.

Hey Lébo, who's she?

I don't know her.

Make sure that's done tonight!

It should have been done a long time ago.

You don't like my cat? I don't like your dogs!

She your wife?

No way!

Are you married?

Haven't I seen you before?

At the café. You were completely sloshed.

Tell me... You married?

None of your business!

- Can you bring me back on your bike? - When I'm done.

What's your name?

Lébo...

That's not a name! What's your real name?

Jacques.

Mine is Élisa!

I'm sick of pedaling. Here, take the bike.

I'm walking back.

Don't stay out here. Don't hurt yourself.

Come on.

It's alright, Mom.

I got him.

So what's the stupid magic trick you did with the cigarette at the café?

Can you do a trick for me?

You want me to do a magic trick for you?

We screw... you disappear.

You're vulgar. Too bad 'cause you've got charm.

What are you after?

I reek of alcohol!

I'm stewed like a cherry in brandy.

I have no money.

As for screwing,

soon only nurses will be authorized to suck me off.

You're a real trip!

Take this.

You're going to catch cold.

Stop wiggling your ass under my nose!

Don't you like it?

I do! It's a pretty little ass.

You have any kids?

Now you're the one who's getting vulgar.

Instead of talking bullshit,

I'll take you for something to eat.

Hurry up!

You never answer questions?

If I were you, I'd hurry.

The tide comes in fast.

Shit! It's stuck again from the inside.

Lift me up, I'm going through the window.

I didn't think you were the type to wear underpants.

Has time stopped for you?

Nothing modern in your museum?

I don't like change.

- There's no cutlery? - No. There isn't.

Oh, I see...We eat with our hands. You're the "natural man"?

It's disgusting here, a real garbage dump.

- Do you ever wash? - Uh, yeah.

When it rains!

I'm gonna show you something.

A mussel is really dumb!

Heat them a little and they open.

The dumbest are the youngest.

They offer themselves first.

Why did you tell me that?

Who me?

No reason.

You the one who threw that paint?

I really like shipwrecks.

You think they'll survive?

No!

Drown it.

What's your real name?

I told you...

Not that one! What's your real name?

Let me go!

Did you eat?

At your age, you have to eat.

You have to get some air.

Are you okay?

- What's your name? - Yannik.

Good. Keep it up!

Wanna dance?

- Got a problem with the Navy? - I get seasick.

- You from Douarnenez? You dance? - No! I'm with someone.

- That pianist's your father? - Yeah!

- You're always together? - Since I was little! 2 peas in a pod!

We've done all the balls! And he always does my Christmas tree.

Satisfied? Anybody want to know more?

Time to dance, ladies!

Not me, Jacques. Get my little Guenola to dance.

Come on.

Here's a sailor for you.

Go, Navy! Enjoy the dance!

You're a real local monument. Who's that twit?

You screw her? You play the bogeyman

- or the horny priest? - You pest!

And you stink of onions!

What are you doing here?

What can you do here? I'm dancing, dummy!

Dance!

- Why are you dressed like that? - Like what?

Okay, you danced? Now you can leave!

If you want, we could get together. Go see the pianist,

slip him 500 francs.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, him, over there.

- That guy over there? - Yeah.

Alright, I'm goin'.

- You wait here. - Right.

Can I talk to you?

If you want a song, ask him.

It's about the girl.

- What? - She told me I hadda pay you.

- Pay what? - To screw.

Five hundred enough?

He's crazy!

Let me go! I'm calm.

That little hooker over there told me

that I hadda ask you!

Hey you hooker, you hear me? You got a customer?

Aren't you ashamed of what you did?

Get out of here!

That crazy left! Good riddance!

She is there!

I told you she left. So shut up and get lost!

Shut up! For 20 years, I've been shutting up!

At school, in the army, with the cops.

The boss screws your wife and you shut up!

The cops nail you and you shut up!

Old bitch!

What are you doing here?

I want to live with you...

Oh, that's really a good idea!

I am certain that our union will be most happy.

I'll take a bubble bath at home, while you'll go play the whore!

So? What do you say?

Go on, answer! Cat got your tongue?

Funny, you usually have plenty to say.

Look at you! All painted up, with high heels. Let me tell you...

You look like a tart disguised as your mother!

What you did tonight is disgusting!

Why did you do it?

Why?

You see, an artist doesn't create beauty.

He simply removes what prevents us from seeing it.

I'm going to look for some wood.

Give up the ghost. Fine. But to who?

Let's have a little nip.

Just to warm up our insides.

That's it! Bottoms up!

Get me some matches.

Watch out! That's going to heat up!

I'm tired.

Could you love me?

Maybe...

Then...love me...

But I do love you.

Where are you going?

To piss!

Love?

...Me?

Never again...

I didn't want to hurt you.

I didn't want you to know.

You don't know how much things cost. You have no idea.

I'm not smart enough. I couldn't find anything else to do.

You think it's been easy?

You don't know what it is to go to the store every morning

like a zombie.

It's so small, it's so ugly here. And it's so dirty!

I'm twenty years old, Jacques!

What difference does it make?

What does it change?

Yes, I was a hooker,

for new pantyhose, so that the fridge would be full, so you could eat!

I don't know, to "live"!

For your music!

So you could play the piano.

No! No! I don't want you to leave! Jacques!

What am I going to do?

I want to die!

I want to die!

RETURN TO SENDER

DECEASED

December 9, 1979

Élisa, 3 long years. I am writing at the foot of the lighthouse.

I was happy here as a kid. I'll never find that time again.

I miss you. I love you.

December 16, 1979

I'm continuing the letter. It won't go into the garbage like all the others.

It's beginning to rain. Maybe because night is setting in.

My memory is too long.

I try to amputate it, but I can't.

You keep feeling an amputated arm or leg.

But the body isn't the soul.

I still love you. Innocence makes you feel more guilty.

The hell with the others, Lisa.

December 23, 1979

Do you still listen to the song?

Élisa, Élisa, Élisa...

I've had time to forget. It's stopped raining...

I'm starting to dream again.

One day, you'll open the door, the silly guy sitting there will be me.

Élisa, that day, give me a hug...

Merry Christmas. I love you.

Wise guy!

She your wife?

You married?

You have any kids?

Élisa The hell with the others,

Élisa Only you, me, us

You're 20, I'm 40

If you think...

...that torments me...

No, really not, Lisa...

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