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THE TOY

M. de Blénac, please.

You have an appointment?

- Mr...?
- François Perrin.

Mr. François Perrin
for Mr. de Blénac.

Please wait a moment.

Mr. de Blénac will see you now.

Sit down.

Is that beard important to you?

Excuse me?

I'll give you a try-out but
Mr. Rambal-Cochet hates beards.

Get rid of it and come back.

You can be a good journalist
and have a beard.

Understand this:
Mr. Rambal-Cochet runs the paper.

I'm the editor-in-chief,
but he supervises everything.

It amuses him.
He comes here every day.

Go get a shave.

It's not a bad gig.

You'll see,
we're pretty well off.

I've been here since the start.
It must be 20 years now.

Just about.

19 years and 5 months
to be precise.

Where were you?

Unemployment. 17 months.

17 months and 6 days
to be precise.

We call these obligations.

You'll do a certain number at first.

I do my photo,
you find an original caption.

Something like: "Corporate lunch
at the Rambal-Cochet plant...

"President Rambal-Cochet
thanks his main collaborators."

It won't get us the Nobel Prize, pal.

The editor-in-chief
seems all right.

He's a flunkey.

You'll meet the real boss now.

Ladies,

gentlemen...

President Rambal-Cochet
is a bit late

and asks that we start without him.

Let's eat.

Not bad.

You should have the pâté.
Try this.

- Not with salmon.
- Taste it. It's terrific.

Ladies and gentlemen, hello.

Sit down.

Do continue.

Give me my pâté.

It's not mine,
it's that gentleman's.

He's an employee's son:
cook or gardener.

Rambal-Cochet hired him
as a messenger.

No, this is ext. 327.
You have the wrong number.

That was nice of him.

Must be hard for a deaf-mute
to find a job.

But Rambal-Cochet is nice.

I'm short on cash,
I'd like an advance.

- You think...
- I doubt it.

So long as you're not under contract.

I'll have one.

- Pignier.
- Perrin.

The bank calls me every day.
I have a big overdraft.

A major bank
or a small branch office?

Small branch office. Why?

Invite your banker to lunch.

That's what I do.

You have to talk to them,
reassure them.

Explain how you're
expecting funds.

Make him laugh.

Tell him funny stories.
Bankers like to laugh too.

So the guy says:

"Doctor, if your legs
were bloated,

"that wouldn't bother me either."

I knew that one with a vet.

Another terrific one too.

Terrific but true.

I was covering
the Cannes Film Festival.

And on the Croisette
I meet a starlet.

Excuse me. It's already 3.
I have to run.

The check, please.

Know how to crack a walnut
with the edge of your hand?

Operation Dragon.

Sorry about that.

It doesn't stain.

We might recap, if you don't mind.

Certainly.

You will pay off your overdraft
by the end of the month.

Absolutely.

You owe some 6000, I believe.

It's a big overdraft.

I should have a contract
this week.

In a month, I'll be even.

You're not paying by check?

- Excuse me?
- You're not paying by check?

I told my cashier not to accept
your checks.

But we have an agreement.

I would prefer you pay in cash.

But I'm out.

I went to the bank yesterday,
and they threw me out.

Then I'll pay.

No, this was my invitation.

Invite me with my money.
You're too kind.

Shall we split?

Not for you, pal.

Don't get excited.

- His daughter?
- His wife.

Very well, sir.
I'll send him right down.

Perrin's not here?

Come with me.

The President will see you.

Hurry up. He's waiting.

Sit down, please.

Mr. de Blénac
is very pleased with you.

- Delighted to meet you.
- Thank you, sir.

We'll sign your contract
early next week.

You'll join the family.

Yes, I try to make this paper
one big family.

That's why I love it.

That's why the public loves it too.

Mr. Eric on line 1, sir.

How are you, honey?
Have you been good?

Good. Tell me what you'd like.

Yes, that's right.

Choose for yourself.

Take care, honey.

See you shortly.

Excuse me, sir.
Maybe I should have...

No, it's fine.

My thanks, Mr. Perrin.

Goodbye, sir.

"... the cost
of 12 machine-tools..."

Where is Nicole?

With Mr. Moravietti.

But where is Mr. Mora...
Moravietti?

Down the hall, on the right.

WORK IN PEACE

I'm François Perrin,
the young lady's husband.

There's a guy named Moravietti,
her department head,

who's poisoned her life.

She cries every evening.

Two years of nightmare.
I was helpless as I was jobless.

Delighted, Mr. Moravietti.

He's not Mr. Moravietti.

This is Mr. Robert,
the deputy director.

Mr. Moravietti just left.

What's got into you?

"Mr. Robert"?

But it's nothing.
I didn't want you to keep working.

But are you sure...

I sign my contract next week.

Mr. Rambal-Cochet promised
in person.

You know who he is.
And we can trust him.

I'd like to see you.

You'll pay Mr. Pignier his severance.

Excuse me?

You'll pay Mr. Pignier his severance.

Very well, sir.

On what grounds, sir?

He has sweaty hands.

What the hell does that mean,
sweaty hands?

I've never had sweaty hands.
Do I have sweaty hands?

Feel.

I never had sweaty hands.

I have a long arm.

I'll alert the union.

In any other firm, we'd strike,
but not you...

In your place, I wouldn't be proud.

He bores us with his long arm
and sweaty hands.

He wouldn't lift a finger for us.

Still, we could try.

To end up jobless again?

The press is going
through bad times.

You'd be advised to look small.

THE GREAT TOY SALE

On the left is Japan with robots
and remote-controlled gadgets.

On the right,
English and Italian products,

miniature cars, weapons
and scale models.

Here are the American toys

with an authentic American Indian.

You can photograph him,
he's real.

We brought him from
a reservation in the Dakotas.

He's a Sioux.
There aren't many left.

Handsome, isn't he?

Wasn't there a Sioux uprising
recently?

That's right.

That's good.

Bravo.

- Poor guy.
- No, he's not unhappy here.

And he amuses the kids.

You're here on Monday,
when it's closed to the public.

The store is all yours.

I'll look around.
You do that side.

See you.

That!

Zorro?

The cosmonaut?

No, that.

The gentleman?

Yes.

You can't have him.

Why not?

Well, because...

He's a person...

We can't give you a person.

Why not?

Come on. We'll choose you
the nicest toy in the store.

- I want that.
- Don't get excited, sweetie.

It will be all right.
Don't get excited.

Just don't get excited.

Can I see you a second?

Georges Pouzier.

I'm the store manager.

You work
for the Rambal-Cochet paper?

So you must know
this store also belongs

to Mr. Rambal-Cochet.

- So?
- He is...

the Rambal-Cochet son.

So, I don't know
what he has in mind...

He wants to take you home.

So you'll go with him.

Once we're there, we'll explain,

and you go back to the paper.

Is he sick or what?

We're risking a lot.

Mr. Rambal-Cochet asked me
to make his son happy.

He's a very sensitive child.

I don't want him
having a fit here.

Sure, but I'm a journalist.

And I'm a store manager.
I intend to stay one.

Well?

Right away, sweetie.

He's going to throw a fit.

You don't fire people like that.

- You think so?
- Sure.

- You spank a spoiled kid.
- And end up on the blacklist.

Would you accept that?

It's not me he wants, it's you.

He doesn't want the Indian?

OK.

- This is crazy, but...
- Great. Thank you.

You've saved the day.
We'll give him the good news.

It's all right, sweetie.

The gentleman will go with you.

I want him wrapped.

What?

I want him wrapped.

You're joking, sweetie.

We can't put this gentleman in...

Why not?

It just isn't done.

Yes, it is.

My photographer is waiting.

Hold on!

Please, listen to me.

You have to play along.
Don't be stupid.

Are you putting me on?

I'm not getting into a crate.
Are you crazy?

It will be very comfortable,
with synthetic straw and holes.

- It will be like an armchair.
- This isn't serious.

It's mad.

How about a ribbon
to keep me for Christmas?

Is unemployment better?

Come on, don't be stupid.

Think of it as a game.

It's not a tragedy.

Mr. Eric's gift is here.

Finish your meat.

Mr. Eric!

Finish your lunch.

It's nailed shut. Help me.

We'll open it later.
Don't leave the table during a meal.

Did you hear me?

Back to the table
or we open it tomorrow.

Hey! Are you crazy?

What's going on here?

I can't open my gift!

Why not?

You haven't been good?

Excuse me,
but I'd like to get out of here.

What's this?

My gift.

Ask for pliers in the pantry.

Get a move on!

Who is it?

François Perrin, sir.

I'm one of your trainee journalists.

What's the meaning of this?

Nothing. It's my gift.

I was doing a reportage
at the store

and your son insisted
on bringing me here.

Go finish eating.

What are you waiting for?

What's your name?

François Perrin.

Ah yes.

Perfectly.

Mr. Perrin, I'm glad to see
that my son has a sense of humor.

He's been good.
I wanted to reward him.

That was a good joke.

We'll tell him we had a good laugh

and you'll go home.

I'll have your editor
give you a little bonus

for this mishap.

Please, sir...

He's a child.

Try to understand him.
He loves to laugh.

Very beautiful statue. Magnificent.

I was telling this gentleman
how happy I was

that my son had a sense of humor.

Now that we've had a good laugh,

he'll be going home.

That's it, honey.

Now say goodbye and thank him.

He's mine. I'm keeping him.

Come with me.

You'll live here a few days.
It's not a problem, is it?

I'll tell your editor.
We'll say you're on assignment.

I'll make sure you're comfortable.

I'll send you my secretary
to work out the details.

This is crazy.

You want to leave?

I'll send you my secretary.

I'm Mr. Rambal-Cochet's secretary.

Let's see now.
You'll need pajamas,

toiletries...
Do you shave

with an electric shaver?

I'm calling you from
Mr. Rambal-Cochet's town house.

I know all about it.

Now listen closely.

Tell Rambal-Cochet
the joke's lasted long enough.

My place is at the paper,
not in his son's nursery.

I'm a professional journalist.

I've been one for 15 years,

I've never been treated
like a puppet.

It'll all work out. Relax.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Promise not to budge
before I get there. Right?

Okay. But hurry up.

See you in a sec.

It will all be fine.

You coming?

- Where?
- To visit the house.

Put your helmet on.

You ready?

My room.

I've missed board meetings before...

My father's office.

Don't be afraid!

That was your lunch, sir.

You're to blame.

Give him a ticket.

We had an accident, report it.

- I don't know how to!
- It's easy.

Ask for his papers, chew him out.

Well!

Here is my license and
registration card, officer.

I didn't run the light, officer.

Fine.

Give him an alcotest.

Exhale.

More!

Can I take the plates now?

Go ahead. Are you coming?

What are you doing?

I haven't finished.

Your plates are filthy.

We'll play something else.

These tires are worn.
Get out of the car.

We're playing something else, I said.

Get out of the car.

How dare you talk to me like that?

You were disrespectful.

Follow me to the station.

I'm Eric Rambal-Cochet.

Big deal! You're coming!
What's that?

A broom closet, sir.

He's nuts. Tell him.
You're loony!

To the station!

You're nuts! Open up.

Help!

What's going on?

Nothing. We're playing, sir.

Open up!

- You're completely mad!
- What's going on, Eric?

Nothing. We're playing.

Coming?

We're going to have fun, Julien.

Watch out!

That's it!

- What's your name?
- François.

Your name is Julien.

You'll be my buddy Julien.

How long am I going to stay?

I have a wife waiting
at home.

And I have a job.

I have a life.

What am I doing here?

Know how to play?

I asked you a question?

Every time I score a goal

you stay a year longer.

Go on.

Start.

What if I win?

You go away.

I was a good player as a kid.

Start.

One year.

I wasn't ready.

Two years.

So, are you playing?

How many are you?

Excuse me?

How many employees do you have?

14, sir.

And you're going to come
look at me one by one?

Maybe we could do
a collective seance?

Leave that. I'll do it myself.

Run along.

2-0.

2-1.

2-2.

3-2.

Giving up?

It's true, you play well.

But I won.

Can I go now?

Don't be stupid.
You'll be fine here.

Papa will give you lots of money.

Where are you going?

You lost, so I'm leaving.

Stay here or I'll call my father.
And you'd better not.

You spoiled little rich boy.

What you need most
is a good spanking.

But not from you.

Don't think so?

Just try.

- Having fun, honey?
- Sure am.

We played baby-foot,
we may play ping-pong.

I think it's time we went riding.

Go change quick.
I'll wait downstairs.

Do we make peace?

What do you expect from me?

- We're going together.
- What?

Riding.

But I'm not getting on a horse.

Did you hear me?
No way I'm getting on any horse.

What's this?

Your outfit.

Blénac here.
I was held over. Sorry.

He wants me on a horse now!

What's that?

The kid's taking me riding
dressed in some getup!

So this nonsense has got to stop.

Listen.
This is no time to break down.

You're in for a big surprise.
I'll tell you when I see you.

Buck up. It's worth it.

I told your son I couldn't mount.

He can't dismount either.

Then you can go without me.

You look funny.

Something the matter?

THE GREAT TOY SALE

I'm a little warm but it will pass.

I lost my cuff!

Stop the car!

Happy now?

Ride him!

Are you crazy!

So much for that.

You broke it.

I've been fired, guys.

How come?

I don't know. I'm fired.

Maybe for being in the store
with Perrin and...

I don't know.

So I got fired, guys.

Took a little fall?

I phoned your wife to say
you were on an assignment

and that she shouldn't
expect you tonight.

I also told her
about the surprise I mentioned.

Your engagement letter.

The President didn't want to wait,
he signed it now

to reassure you
about your future.

He also insisted on
compensating you.

Look at the figure.

Look.

A real display of esteem, no?

I'll leave you all this.

I have to run.

Goodbye and congratulations.

Your wife was thrilled.

They buy your journalist like a toy
and you find that normal?

There are 2000 jobless journalists.

That's the only answer
I can give you.

What is it?

Open it.

I'm sorry about the horse.

I bought it myself.
Nice, isn't it?

Yes, it's nice.

Your bath is ready, Mr. Eric.

Want to take a bath together?

You're too old to take a bath
with someone. Come on.

He's taking a bath with me.

Here we go again.

I'll go get your father.

- We'll have a naval battle.
- Did you hear me?

I'm going to get your father.

Get off my back.

Why do you stay here?

Are governesses unemployed?

Where's that bathtub?

You're not taking a bath with...

It's this way.

Please, be reasonable.

You don't take baths
with a grownup.

Especially a stranger.

Which side do you prefer?

Just kidding.
I'm not bathing with you.

Wait in your room.

It was for laughs.

I wasn't kidding.

Nice work, Julien.

I was delighted to meet you.

Everything all right?

Enjoy being with us?

I don't have a choice.

Excuse me.

There's always a choice.
Dry yourself.

The flu wouldn't help.

Wait!

Go on!

Monsieur is served.

- Where's the monster?
- Excuse me?

- Is the monster in bed?
- I don't know.

"You insist on wearing that beard?

"Mr. Rambal-Cochet

"loathes beards.'

"Bravo, old man.
Your wife was thrilled."

"Our paper is one big family.

"That's why I love it
and why the public loves it too."

Damn.

I scared you, didn't I?

You were funny playing alone.

You don't have luck
with your meals.

Are you angry?

No, I'm happy.

You're angry.

Here, this is good.

Eat this.
It's real good, I tell you.

What are you waiting for?

It's time for bed.

Your father is waiting
to kiss you good night.

Come say goodnight?

I'm waiting for you.

Looking for something?

The toilets.

I'll show you.

You have to speak to your husband.
I won't last here.

I'd like to go home.

I'll see to it. You'll be home
before you know it.

It's through here.

Thanks. That's nice of you.

You're even the only
humane person I've met here.

This is the man that the kid
bought this afternoon.

Please excuse me.

My suit!

- My suit!
- It's in the laundry.

- Go get it.
- It's not dry.

Go get my suit!

What are you doing?

You can't treat people like this.

You can't but it's over.
I'm leaving.

Give this back to your father.

Tell him I don't care
what happens to me.

You're staying here.

I bought you at the store.
You're mine.

You won't get your suit back.

Who is it?

Not on an assignment?

Did you hurt yourself?

What are these pajamas?

A funny thing happened to me.

I want to see you right away.

I said right away.

We'll make it, darling.

You did well, anyway.

I'm sure we'll make it.

I mustn't be popular
with the Rambal-Cochets.

What is it?

Who's there?

I want to speak to you.
Can I come in?

We have nothing more to say.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

The President
asked me to come see you.

He would like you to come back.

He's waiting.

Tell him he's nuts to spoil
his son like that. Good night.

He's a poor kid.

"Poor kid"!

He's a child from a first marriage.

He only lives with his father
one month a year.

That explains the weakness

of the President.

He goes back to his mother
next week.

Can't you make a little effort?
A week isn't long.

I knew this was a useless effort.

I took a sleeping pill.
I wanted to sleep,

then I awoke with a start.

Good night, Perrin,

and good luck.

Come back.

The two of us will have a chat.

You see, he came back.

You can go to bed now.

Sleep tight, Julien.

- You can't park here, sir.
- Mr. Perrin.

- Who?
- François Perrin.

- There's no Mr. Perrin here.
- Yes, there is.

They brought a man
in a crate yesterday.

One moment, please.

How's it going?

- Poor guy.
- Nice of you to drop in.

I was fired because of you.

No kidding?

But I fought back.
They're on their way.

- Who?
- The union guys.

Rambal-Cochet's garden party
is in for it.

Go get dressed and come with us.

You don't belong here.
Come on.

Think he'll take you back?
You're dreaming, pal.

When the kid's had enough,
he'll dump you.

Hurry up and change.

Hands up, Julien.

Say your prayers.

Give me a chance, Jim.

Okay.

Perrin...

Meet you in Main Street.

May the best gun win.

See you in a minute, Julien.

Perrin, for God's sake!

Just a second.

Don't overdo it, Mr. Perrin.

It's to entertain your son.

This is why you had me
come back, isn't it?

Now I can leave again, if you want.

Cut it out, for God's sake!

Cut it out, dammit!

You won't be dead.
It'll be a trick.

For chrissake...

Here come the guys, Perrin.

Maybe we should go inside?
Until the police arrive...

Dance.

- Excuse me?
- Dance.

- Come with us.
- Coming, Julien?

The Indians! Let's get out of here!

Protect our liberties!

No to lay-offs!

Here come the Indians!

The Indians! Alert!

Wagons in a circle!
Evacuate the wagon train!

Protect our liberties!

No to lay-offs!

Take cover!

The Redskins are attacking!
Get behind the wagons!

It's the cavalry!

They always arrive
in the nick of time.

Don't stand there. Move along.

Break it up.

Go play somewhere else.

That was something!

Wait for me a moment.

Know what it feels like being pushed
in pajamas into a room

full of strangers?

I'll show you.

Let's start a newspaper.

I'll teach you.

It's easy.
We'll start with a derailing.

A train derails somewhere.

I'm the editor-in-chief.

I call you into my office.

Come in.

Hi, Coco.

I call you Coco because everyone
is called Coco in the press.

There's been a bad train wreck
in America.

You get on the job.

Not in America.

Not in America.
It has to be in France.

Why?

Papa always says readers want
dead people to be French.

You don't know a thing.
I'm the editor-in-chief.

I'm listening.

Good.

We need a headline.

I propose:

"Tragic Rail Disaster Near Lyon:
80 Victims.'

Does Lyon suit you?

I don't like "Rail Disaster."

- Why not?
- I don't like it.

That's what they say.

"Paris-Lyon Express Derails:
80 Dead."

That's a headline.

I've been a journalist for 15 years.
I know about headlines.

If you knew about headlines

you'd be editor instead of me, Coco.

Stop calling me Coco.

Don't get angry, Julien.

Not playing anymore?

I bet I beat you.

You're wrong. It could be fun
running a newspaper.

We could invent a character
and tell his life story.

We could call him "President",
for instance.

A very rich, very powerful man

who can buy anything with his money.

We could relate
one of his adventures every morning

Don't you think that's fun?

He'd have a family, of course.

I see his wife
as much younger than him.

And a little boy,

who hates her,

because she took his mother's place.

And the little boy,

who understands his father
had bought this young woman,

would act like him

to punish him.

One day,
he'd buy a man in a store.

Julien, my pal,
we'll do your newspaper.

This is it.

Go on.

And he didn't know the owners?

He walked in just like that?

Good day.
I am Pierre Rambal-Cochet.

Please excuse this intrusion.

I have a question for you.

No, continue. Please.

What is this house worth?

It's not for sale, sir.

I'm not asking you if it's for sale,
I'm asking you its value.

I don't know.
I paid 60 million five years ago.

It should be worth
80 or 90 million now.

I'll give you 200 million.

Is this a joke?

200 million, obviously,
is a good price.

A very good price, even.

300.

What?

300 million if you leave right now.

I don't understand.

You pack your bags, you leave now.

That's impossible.

You have one minute
to think it over.

We can arrange to leave
at the end of the day.

Right now.

Take it or leave it.
You have 30 seconds.

Then we'll get going.

Come on, children.

A letter from your son, sir.

My son?

THE TOY

Editor-in-chief:
Eric Rambal-Cochet

Thank you.

How President Rambal-Cochet
buys his properties.

Where is Eric?

- He went out, sir.
- Where?

I don't know, sir.
The two of them left.

Let me know when they come in.

Gotcha!

You got it all over!

That was funny.

You wanted to grab it?

Hey, Pignier.

What's this?

Relax, Pignier. It's for a report.

- What report?
- A major report in a new paper.

We have a great title:

"The Toys
of President Rambal-Cochet".

It's a free tribune.
Terrific, isn't it?

Meet my editor-in-chief:
Eric Rambal-Cochet.

Thanks, Pigner.
See you around.

True, his hands are sweaty.

He said, go shave
and I said,

"You can be a good engineer, sir,
and wear a beard.'

And he threw me out,
just like that.

You didn't find
any other work?

Nothing at all.

Will you come to my mom's with me?

We have a big house above Cannes
with a swimming pool.

We could bath.

- May I see you a moment, sir?
- Not now.

I'll be the goalie.

Shoot.

You have to come with me.

Don't worry about me, I said.

If he bothers you,
call me in Cannes. I'll come back.

You'll call me, François?

No more "Julien"?

Goal!

We have to talk.

Leave us alone, please.

Did you hear?

Wait for me in my room.

You're a very good journalist,
Mr. Perrin.

I have a very good editor, sir.

What are you after?

Why nothing, sir.

So why this foolish provocation?

I can explain.

When I was salaried,

I had only one right:
to be quiet and be afraid.

Now, I'm not salaried anymore,
I'm not anything.

I'm a toy,

so I can speak up.

Who put it into your head

that I wouldn't take you back
at the paper?

I need a news editor
and now I know

you're just the man for the job.

I'm simpler than you think,
Mr. Perrin.

Hello, Paul, my boy.
How is your health?

I'm not Paul.
I'm Lucien.

- I'm Paul, sir.
- Oh yes. Of course.

So, Paul? How's your girl?
The angina?

I have a boy, sir.
It's Lucien who has a girl.

- And is she doing better?
- She's better.

But she had the mumps.

These bushes aren't in line.

I need a news editor,
but you have to be reasonable.

A word of advise:
play something else.

It's more prudent.

The President's toys,

6000 employees, 6000 toys

Well?

He was very nice.

He said I was a good journalist.

A very good journalist.

Are the letters big enough?

We made a deal.

If we stop this,

I become news editor.

That's it, little comrade.

We stop.

I don't want him to bother you.

You can go home, if you want.

"The President's toys,

"6000 employees, 6000 toys."

Too bad. It was a good article.

- Is there a photocopier here?
- What?

Something for copying.
You must have one.

Foucault!

If I see this rag again,
you'll answer to me.

Hello, Blénac.
Hello, Foucault.

Someone distributed these
this morning...

about 50 copies.

It's that guy, François Perrin,
sir, and...

and your son.

All the personnel had it
this morning.

What is going on here?

Nobody's working?

I want all the articles
that go to press.

Right away, sir.

Princess Grace's ball.

All of high society was there.
That's perfect for us.

An interview with Claude François.
Timed to his recital at the Olympia.

And a new nudist club
just outside Paris.

I thought it might amuse readers.

Leave me alone.

I'll look at this myself.

You find this display of flesh
amusing?

Nudism is increasingly in fashion.

It's a fairly original club,

with Knoll furniture,
and a select membership:

- top executives...
- Get undressed.

Get undressed.

Walk around the offices stark naked.
We'll see how funny that is.

I said, get undressed.

What are you doing, Blénac?

Getting undressed.

If I hadn't stopped you,
you would have stripped naked

and walked around the offices.

You asked me to do it.

I have an important question
to ask you.

Which of us two is the monster?

Me, who asks you to strip,
or you who agrees to do it?

I don't know, sir.

Therein lies the problem.

You can leave, Mr. Perrin.

We have no more need of you.

I've talked things over with my son.

We understand each other now.

He knows what kind of person
you are now:

Full of hate against all
we represent, he and I.

He knows your aim has always been
to poison the world you entered.

He doesn't want to see you again.

You're free to go.

I only wanted
to give your son a chance.

The worst that can happen
is that he resemble you.

But we can still avoid it.

I will deal with you.

A present for him.
He'll understand.

Can I say goodbye?

That won't be necessary.

It's called a jetstream.

You're in the pool,
feels like the sea.

You can swim against the current
or be carried away.

It's sensational.

Your mother said they've almost
finished installing it.

It'll be even harder
getting you out of the pool now.

Call me
as soon as you get to the villa.

As we've moved your departure up,
you owe me a week.

I wouldn't mind
seeing the United States.

Disneyland, for instance.
Not a bad idea, is it?

Hello, Moreau.

How are you, Eric?

Perrin? This is Rambal-Cochet.

Eric has run away.

He's sure to go back to you.

I'm on my way.

Can you pay the taxi?
I don't have money.

Your father is coming.

Don't worry.

We'll stay together
and continue the paper.

We're not playing now.

You hear?
You're going home with your father.

- I want to stay with you.
- But you can't.

- Why not?
- You have a family,

a father and a mother
who love you.

Your sweater's inside out.

You hear what I said?
Leave me alone now.

I want to stay with you.

But I'm nothing.

I have no work, no money.
Nothing.

Even if your father agreed,
I couldn't. I'm poor, you understand.

Here he is.

- What got into you?
- I won't go with him.

Make him see reason.

I've been chewing him out.

I'm fed up with the Rambal-Cochets,
father and son.

You have time to lose.
I have to eat.

So go play somewhere else.
Make tracks!

Take off.

Thank you, Mr. Perrin.

Phone me tomorrow.
I'll see what I can do for you.

Everything I've done in my life
I did for you, my love.

What's mine is yours.
You're my only reason to go on.

You understand?

He's a poor sap,

like millions of others.
He can give you nothing.

No matter.

Think of all you would lose
with him.