All language subtitles for Le.Tatoue.1968.1080p.Blu-ray.REMUX.AVC.DTS-HD.MA.2.0-GAUMONTE.English

- Are you making any progress?
- Yes.

Beautiful, huh?

Very good. Very good... 400.

Oh, no, Mr. Mézeray! The prices keep going up.
Meat, butter, eggs...

Very well then... 300!

- And what's that?
- That's a train station.

Ah! A small train station, small... 200.

- And that?
- I thought I'd give this one to you...

- No, no, I want to pay for it.
- Then yo can have it for 700.

Aah..!

You know... the hours of work, the canvas, the paints..

And the drying time of course.

So, Mr. Dubois?

I'm really sorry but it's getting late.
We'll resume tomorrow morning,

if it's not a bother you.
You can get dressed.

Okay then, so how many paintings am I buying?
I don't understand anything anymore!

- Like we discussed...
- Two.

I'll give you this one for 300.

Wait a minute. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Seven.

Yes, but that doesn't make eleven.

- And this one makes eight.
- Eight is good, but then I'm three short.

Let me see! Let me see!

Sir, how dare you?
Who's this guy!

- What's that on his back?
- A tattoo!

It looks like a reproduction of a Modigliani.

Do I look like a man who would
have a reproduction?!

- Let me see! Let me see!
- Hey! Back off young man.

- You're not trying to tell me...
- I'm not trying to tell you anything, sir!

- Did you know about that?
- No.

Why didn't you tell me about that? Eh!?

I want to see that tattoo right away! On the double!

Mr Legrain. Let me introduce
you to Mr. Mézeray.

A great art lover and
an art investor.

And an even bigger jerk,
you forget to say.

Is that really a Modigliani?!

- Of course it is a Modigliani!
- An authentic?!

I won't allow a barefoot person like you
to doubt the word of a legionnaire.

Yes... but was it really Modigliani
who tattooed it on you?!

That goes without saying!!!

Shh!! Chagrain, can you hear me?
I'll buy it from you.

I'm not a piece of meat, a pork-leg,
or a sausage, Mr. Grocer!

- 500.000.
- Oooh!!!

Come on, 500,000. Or perhaps one million?

If you continue, young man, know that
I'm going to put my foot in your ass!

- Gentlemen, gentlemen!
- You, Shut up!

- Me, to shut up?
- Not you, the ther one.

I'll give you 2 million for
what's on your back.

What do you mean, what's on my back?

- Do you take me for a prostitute, you stupid idiot?
- Three.

Mr. Dubois, I can NOT congratulate you for
the quality of your assossiates.

Please excuse Mr. Mézeray.
He's an authentic person and a little crazy.

I think I already told you to shut up!

- And also, I still need three more paintings.
- That'll take time.

Then put your grandpa and your grandma
and everyone to work, and be done with it!

Your insistence is inappropriate, sir!

Mr. Legrain! Listen to me, listen to me! Hoh!

Oh... Hey! Oh... Wait.
Wait, Wait!

Wait, don't move.

Twenty millions. Here. Look at this.

Well?

It's good, huh? Hoh! Oh!

Mr. Legrain, it's not bad eh?
Where are you?

You are stunned, eh?
Hoh! Can you hear me?

What do you think?
What's your answer to that?

Never mind. Very good. Perfect.
Perfect. Very good. Very good.

It was very good. Perfect.
Perfect. Very good. Very good.

- What's he like as a person?
- Put that there.

What's he like?

Very charming. Very kind.
Well behaved. Well-mannered.

- So, a nice person.
- Oh, a really nice person, very nice.

- Say, it doesn't bother you that he's black, right?
- Of course not!

- It doesn't bother you that he's black, right?
- No.

- You're not racist?
- But of course not!

- You're not racist, right?
- Not at all.

Me neither. How awful!

- Say "Excuse me".
- Excuse me.

- How big is the painting?
- Sorry?

I said, what size is the painting?

About this size...

And the price?

Wait, wait, wait...

First of all, it's a Modigliani.

Secondly, it's a magnificent Modigliani.

Thirdly, it's the only one of its kind in the world.
It is tattooed on human skin.

- And it's on good skin, too.
- Okay, but how much is all this going to cost?

Okay then, give me a moment.

Before talking about the price of the Modigliani,

you will have to buy everything here.
Everything that's on the ground!

This one, this one, this one... And look at this one.
I made this one, look...

But those are unsaleable!

Hehehe! That’s precisely why I want
to sell them to you.

They're awful! (In English)

- What did you say?
- They are awful.

Ah no, ah no. They are not awful!
They are horrible!

They are hideous!
I can't even look at them anymore.

And that's why I'm going to make you a
deal for all of them, let's say...

- 150 million.
- Never.

If you want the Modigliani, you'll
have to buy all of them for 150 million.

Out of the question.
Never. Never.

- Hello, can you hear me?
- Yes, sir.

Please get Mr. Bernheim in New York on the phone for me.

Ah! No, not Bernheim!

- Well?
- It's a deal. 150 million.

- 160.
- But, you already said 150.

- 170.
- But, listen...

180.

Very well. Agreed.

- Hello, can you hear me?
- Yes, sir.

Keep Mr. Bernheim on hold for a little bit longer.

Please sit down.

Oh no, I'd like cash.

- Oh! But I don't have...
- Oh, but you do.

- But, no...
- But, yes.

Mr. Bernheim? Mr. Bernh...

Oh, Okay.

Listen, you seem like a nice guy,
but I prefer to see you over there.

- Would that be enough?
- No... Mr. Bernheim?!

Come on, come on... A little faster...

Time to take a breath.

Now, let's resume. Come on, Quickly.

And afterwards we'll all go see Mr. Legrain...
No, don't let that stop you!

A charming gentleman... distinguished, kind...

Mr. Legrain?

Mr. Legrain!?

You again?

- And with accomplices.
- No, no, let me explain.

For heaven's sake! That does it!

- Bayonet on the barrel and charge!
- Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

He must be kidding. (in English)

And they're English too!
Our ancient enemies!

- No, they're Americans.
- Then, 'Raus'.

- They're from New York!
- For me it's the same thing..

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

- The Spaniards killed the Incas and the Americans the Indians.
- On that he's right.

- You shut up or I'll take your scalp.
- Oh, no.

- Yes.
- No.

They go to the moon with their computers and
their Coca Cola, but they eat their lamb with jam.

- But, no.
- But, yes. Come on! Take your jazz trumpets,

your televisions, your depopulation pills
and go home, gentlemen!

Listen, Mr. Legrain, they just wanted
to see what's on your back.

I'm not the National Museum, damn it!

- Yes...
- No...

But since I am a king person, in memory of
La Fayette and Pershing, I'll show you my back.

- Now you'll see.
- Ah! You, the obsessed one, on the corner, over there.

- And don't look!
- No, no.

- The visit is over, we're closing!
- Thank you so much.

It must be from 1918...

You're wrong, sir. July 14, 1919.
The night of the victory march.

Eleven kilometers, and everybody was beat.

Did you know Modigliani?

Yes, yes, yes, he knew him very well.

No, young man, I didn't know him at all.

It was 2 a.m. and I went to the
Café du Dôme in Montparnasse.

It was raining cats and dogs outside.

Then a guy came up to me and said
"I'm going to tattoo a woman on your back."

I said "Yes, sir" and I laid down
on the pool table.

"Yes, sir" and then 20 years later,

I learn that he was Modigliani,
and that I had a masterpiece on my back!

That said, it didn't matter to me,
because I stayed in the Legion.

And I kept fighting under the Stateless Emblem.

- Oh! là, là!
- Exactly, my son, exactly.

Ah, there you are...
Here.

Ouch!

- What's wrong?
- My foot.
- So?

Say "Excuse me".

You're kidding me, right?

- You're the one who taught me that!
- What is this?!

- First of all, why are you looking down on me?
- What?!

- Is it because I'm the valet?
- What!?

- Is it because I'm black?
- B... b... but you're not black.

- But of course I'm black.
- Well, not completelyh!

- So, what do you have that I don't have?
- I... I... What?

What do you have that I don't?

Lots of things, that's it...

- Name them
- What!?

Just name the things you have that I don't!

Good day, sir.

Do you know Ms. Mézeray?

Dear, let me introduce you to Mr. Smith.

Mr. Larsen.

Oh! Mr. Smith and Mr. Larsen!

I'm so glad to meet you.

My husband has told me so much about you.

Oh! It's a real pleasure to have you here.
Welcome. Sit down, sit down, mister.

Snap out of it. Put it there.

Did you see that? He's glaring at me now!

Will you gentlemen... Go ahead.

Will you gentlemen take a
little aperitif? Two fingers of pastis?

But no, my dear, these gentlemen
only drink whiskey.

They are American.

Okay, so they only drink bourbon.

Hahaha, bourbon, bourbon.

Now, about that Modigliani...

Oh! When I think that he
found it at a flea market.

- That's also where he started, he was pushing a cart!
- Darling!
- Yes?

About that Modigliani...

When I think that he
found it at a flea market.

- That's also where he started, he was pushing a cart!
- Darling!!
- Yes?!

About that Modigliani...

When I think that he
found it at a flea market.

Enough is enough!!!
Now, let's get back to Modigliani...

Here.

Here, my dear. Read this.
There's only horrible news.

Now, back to our business.

The Modigliani, how will you deliver it?

- It's very simple. It only takes a small trip.
A small trip to the hospital...
- Ahhh!

They take a little...

"Ah it tickles", you know. And then...

Like a towel. And it's over!

And he agrees to that?

Yes. I'm going to make him agree to it.

- How much will it cost?
- 500 million.

- How much?
- Aahh.. 500 million.

- For the tattoo?
- With the frame.

Minus the 180 million.

Oh no. That's over. I've already sold
you all that. It's done...

- Oh, no, no, no...
- But yes!

- Mr. Bernheim? Where is Mr. Bernheim?
- Alright then. Agreed.

Tomorrow evening, at 8 o'clock,

you are going to give me the
signature of Mr. Legrain, yes?

- In writing.
- You'll have it.

Otherwise, you'll have to return the 180 million.

- Careful, Mr. Mézeray...
- Yes yes...

Careful, you will have to return the money.

You see, even though it looked like
I was only laughing,

I did understand, you know!

You understood... What did you understand? What?

You're crazy to sell this tattoo
before you buy it first!

Everyone is for sale!
It's only a question of price.

And what if he doesn't want to sell?

He'll sell or else my name
isn't Mézeray.

And what if...

I've been putting up with "ifs" for 20 years! What 'if'?

Listen, my little coco...

First of all, I'm not your 'little coco'.
I'm not anyone's 'little coco'!

Do I look like a 'little coco'?

As you wish.

And on that subject, I'd actually like to ask you
not to use familiar terms with me anymore.

What?

Because in a household like ours,

that has acquired a certain
affluence and a certain class,

we mustn't use informal terms with each other.
- No informal terms!!!?

No.

We'll never speak informally ever again!

- Never again.

As you want.

- Good night, 'sir'.
- Very good.

Good night, madam.

Yes, I know you've risked your skin on
the field of battle, I undersrand.

Yes, It's not for sale, I understand.

Yes, you despise money, I still understand.
But up to what amount?! This is 50 million!

- What's that?
- Beef with red beans.

- Beef?
- Beef.

You eat cracker salads and I eat beef and beans.

- Yes, but look!
- I saw.

- Do you want a taste?
- No, no, I could never...

Let's get back to the 50 million,
you do realize it is 50 million!

- I don't need any money. I'm not like you.
- Like me?

Crazy. Because you're crazy, son. Really crazy.

- Oh, no.
- Oh! so.

- But, no!
- But, yes!

But since you seem like a nice guy,
just believe me and don't insist...

Now go find your Americans and
tell them I'm not for sale.

You do realize it is 50 million!?
You're the crazy one!

I don't allow you, sir, I'm not crazy.
I'm rich enough and I want to stay that way.

I spend less than I earn.

And my Legionnaire pension pays for
my drinking, my eating and my smoking.

And I may be spending my winters in Paris, sir,
but I spend my summers in the countryside.

- You have a place in the countryside?
- Yes, young man.

- With a house on it?
- Yes, young man.

- I bet that house is in bad condition.
- Yes, young man.

So listen, Mr. Legrain, if you want it,
you can turn this farmhouse...

Oh no, I hate that, oh, la la.

You can turn this estate into a castle!

- A castle?
- Me, your companion, I'll restore it for you. All new.

I hate new things!

No, I mean I'll fix it for you!

The kitchen, the wallpapers, the ceiling,
the walls, the central heating, everything!

- Everything?
- Everything!

Good, now let's sign this piece of paper right here.

Let's see. I... the undersigned...
Mézeray... I commit to...

I commit to hereby undertake the
restoration from top to bottom...

...from top to bottom...

- Ah, it was that!
- Ah! Yes, it has a smell.

Ready, there it is. So in exchange, you sign
this little paper for the tattoo.

- No.
- What do you mean no?

I will only sign when
the work will have started.

- Ooh, don't you trust me?
- No.

- No, because you're crazy.
- Oh no.

- Oh yes.
- No.
- Yes.

- Then let's go see the house.
- When?

- Right away.
- Right away?

- Right away.
- Let's deploy.

We're not making any progress here.
Where is the speedometer in this car?

- I unplugged it in 1931.
- What time will we arrive?

I never worry about the time.

We've been driving for 2 hours. How many
kiilometers is your house from Paris?

I never wanted to know!

But I hadn't planned for such a long journey.
I have to make a call.

- There's an inn there, we can make a stop.
- I never stop.

But I'm hungry, I didn't have lunch!!

When I drive I don't drink and I don't eat.
Safety and sobriety!

- We've been driving for four hours.
- Are you going to nag me every two hours?

If it continues like this, we'll never
make it back to Paris by tonight.

Who told you we'd be back in Paris by tonight?

What you're saying is very serious!
I need to make a phone call!

Clearly, you have a psychosis!

Listen anyway, you have to stop for me
a little further away, in this grove over there.

To make a phone call?

- No, I need to...
- I never stop. I take care of my needs in advance.

- But you have to stop.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

- I'll go now.
- You'll go later.

- I can't hold it.
- You can.

Now you can go...

- It’s nice here! Have we arrived?
- For tonight, yes.

What do you mean for tonight?
Where is your home?

In Périgord Noir. (Sarladais)

In Périgord? Are you kidding me?
And where are we going to eat?

We won't eat. We'll eat tomorrow.
Tonight we'll just sleep!

You don't expect me to sleep outside, right?

With The little birds.

You'll see. It's great.

- Have you ever heard little birds sing at night?
- No, I don't care.

Can I make a phone call?
Is anybody there?

Shut up!

Sleeping in the open air like that,
in calm and silence...

Isn't it better than a hotel?

- Are you still sleepy?
- Oh, la la...

- Has it been a long time since you left Paris?
- Ohhh, la la!!!

Ah, well it's normal. It's the fresh air
that tires you...

No restaurants, no telephones, no pertrol-stations!
And then there's the smell...

Say, Is the village still far away?

The village. Is it far?

A long way away!

We'll take the first road there... on the left!
If you take a right, there, it's further away, eh...

- So, don't take the...
- It's okay, I understand.

- Admit it, he explained everything to you clearly!
- Yes, yes, very well...

Hey...

Your cow, she doesn't have a good udder.

- What? My cow doesn't have a good udder?
- Well, no.

Who cares about the size? It's the milk that counts.
And Blanchette's milk, haha, it’s good milk. Yes.

No chemicals, huh? You're a little cranky today,
eh Blanchette? It must be the heat, huh?

Oh, it's beautiful. Oh, it's magnificent, oh!
It was worth the trip!

Oh my, this is gorgeous!
Look at this! Oh! How pretty!

- Now, let's go to your house, we need to hurry.
- Well, this is my place.

- No... Hohoho...
- Yes, this is my country house.

Didn't you say you wanted to turn my home into a castle?
As you can see, most of the work has been done already.

- It can't be.
- It can.

- So that's why you made me sign?!!
- It was you who wanted to sign!

- You should have stopped me.
- But you're crazy and it's dangerous to upset crazy people.

- Look at this! It's a ruin!
- Oh well! It burned down four times.

- The last time in 1944.
- I don't care... Look at this!

Look at this!

Look at this! Oh dear... Oh, la la...

Is there a telephone?

No phone, no water, no gas,
no electricity, nothing!

- So there's nothing then?
- No! But you'll put in everything.

- What do you mean I'll put in everything?
- Well! You did write "from top to bottom".

No, no, wait. I may've said from top to bottom, but maybe we
don't need do it "from top to bottom". Let's leave some ruins.

Ruins are beautiful. Look at Rome with
its Coliseum! Ruins are very pretty.

On the other hand I agree. This restoration
from the 80s is not done well, not pretty all.

Oh that I completely agree with you.
We'll have to tear everything down...

and then put everything back in
its original condition.

You should have stopped me from signing, goddammit!

If I remember correctly, it was you who stopped me
from eating my beef and beans!

- Oh! Those vandals!
- What's happened? Where are you?

- Here.
- Where?

Here. Here.

What happened?

What happened, my dear, is that you have just
lost more millions again,

and what's more, you've lost them in a stupid way.

- What? How?
- Heh! Castle plunderers.

Thieves who work secretly for the antique stores
in the suburbs of Saint-Germain.

Can you repeat that? Because I didn't
understand very well.

Well, that means that thieves stole the tapestries
given to my family by the Duke of Bordeaux...

...upon the revocation of the Edict of Nantes.

But that has nothing to do with me!

Listen, Mr. Legionnaire, we have
to face the facts!

I can assure you, my son, that I am
facing the facts.

The Roman foundations are collapsing, the roof-supports
are collapsing and the roof is rotten.

It's all the same, it doesn't matter. A few injections
with reinforced concrete and that'll be it.

No, no, no! No injections!
Listen to me very carefully.

I want every stone cut with a cold chisel...

...and put back in place with lime and sea-sand mortar.
Like the original buildrers used in the cathedrals.

- But there aren't any workers who work that way anymore!
- Then all you have to do is train them!

- You're a Legionnaire, right?
- Ex-Legionnaire.

- And you live in Saint-Quen?
- Yes.

So, this historic castle, what is it called?
What is it, exactly?

Montignac, my dear! It's been the ancestral home
of the Montignacs since the 11th century!

An era of bloody conflicts
between Counts and Bishops.

But the Counts never gave in, my son!
You hear me, never!

And for each Count dead, three Bishops died.

That's all very interesting, but the
Counts of Montignac are no more.

There's still one left!

So this castle is not yours, our
agreement is void, and I owe you nothing.

- Who's there ?
- It’s Lucien, Mr. Count!

Ah! Come in, my good Lucien!

I'm happy to see you again.
What brings you to my castle?

I brought your mail, Mr. Count.
I see you have visitors.

- Don't worry, come and have a drink!
- Thank you, Mr. Count.

- Mr. Count?
- Yes, my son.

I had five letters from the tax office
for you, so I came up her.

That’s good, we need kindling for the fire.

Are you the last Count of Montignac?

The last of the Montignacs is me.

- So this castle is yours?
- Mine.

And you said you'll only sign
after the work has started?

I did.

- I have to make a phone call.
- Are you starting again?

The post office?

Three kilometers down the road, hurry up,
it closes in half an hour.

- And how did you get here?
- By bike, of course.

- Say, Mr. Count...
- Yes.

- Who's that man?
- A telephone maniac.

- Can I make a phone call, sir? To Paris.
- What number, sir?

What do you mean what number? Ah, yes!

Bagatelle 11-15! It's my house.

No, 15-11. No, 11-15.

So. it's 11-15?

- Yes, 11-15. that's it.
- Bagatelle 11-15.

- Hello? Hello Cazals?
- Yes?

- Montignac speaking. Everything alright?
- Yes, everything's alright.

- Give me Cahors in V.A.
- Yes, what is that V.A.?

I do not know, sir.

Say, do you happen to know any mason, any contractor
that builds houses, around here?

- A contractor? Ah, for the houses...
- Yes.

- Yes, one second, sir... Hello, Cahors...
- Yes.

Connect me to Paris, Bagatelle, 11-15.

Three ones and a five... three plus two, five...
For the Montignac terminal... Sir!

For the Montignac terminal. Cazals.

- Listen, I'm still waiting...
- Yes, wait, okay.

- Uhm... Pellet.
- Pellet.

- No!! Pélot!!
- Pélot.

- On the square, on the opposite side, Maurice Pélot!
Very professional.
- I'm going right now.

Ah, sir! I have Bagatelle here.
I have Paris. Cabin 1.

- Pélet, you said?
- No, Pélot!

- But you told me Pélet!
- No, I told you Pélot! Now, cabin 1.

Hello? Hello, is it you? Yes, No, I don't
have time to speak formally right now!

So, I'm in Périgord. Because the house
is in Périgord.

Explain to the Americans that
it's only a matter of hours.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well, I can't say no sice I've already said yes.

Calm them down, and tell them I'll be
back tomorrow! With the agreement signed!

Signed. By him. That's all. Hello?!
Are you there? Never mind...

- Say, did you cut us off back there?
- Do you know what time it is?

- Excuse me.
- Sir, 5 francs for the call.

- There.
- Thanks.

- Eh! Pellet?
- Pélot!

Pélot. Pélot.

Pélot. Pélot. Ah, there he is.

- Mr. Pellet ?
- No! Pélot!

Pélot. Over there. Mr. Pélot?

- What is it?
- Mr. Pélot, I'd like to see you, it’s urgent! Quickly!

- Alright, go around the back. I'll be right there.
- Alright.

Mr. Pélot..

I'm here to ask you only one thing...
You must restore the castle for me!

Which castle?

- The castle here! The castle Montignac!
- The madman's castle?

Yes, the madman's castle...

And it's my desire, no, it is necessary, that
you start the work straight away.

- Right away?
- Right away!

But that's not possible at all! It's too late
and I don't have any workers.

- So you can't start right away?
- No.

- And tomorrow?
- Tomorrow it's Saturday. My daughter is getting married.

- Yes, you can't work then.
- And Sunday is Sunday...

- Yes, you can't work then.
- And Monday is Monday...

- Yes, you can't work then.
- And Tuesday...

Wait, wait, let's go backwards...

- Monday.
- Ah! I don't work on Mondays.

- Alright. Sunday.
- I don't work on Sundays.

- And Saturday?
- My daughter is getting married. I'm not working!

How about now?

Of course I'm working. And if you want me
to kill myself just say the word!

Then let's go. Straight away!
Right away!

Oh, I see...

That's not what I expected...

It's going to cost you a lot....

But no! You pull out the ivy,

you reinforce them a little, you give them
a good cleanup, and it's done!

Do you know how to make Gothic arches, Pélot!?

Of course, but...

Careful! They must be exactly the same!

- They have to be authentic!
- But ruins are authentic already!

- Now, about the roofs.
- Oh, no! Not the roofs too!

- What about roofs, Pélot?
- There are about 5000 square meters of them...

I'm telling you right now. I'm out! That's it!

Mr. Mézeray if this work is beyond
your means, you can always leave.

- But no... you have to sign first!
- When the work has started.

- When can you start?
- Tomorrow is not possible. My daughter is getting married.

I know, I know, you've said it already.
Wait. Now, when can you start?

- Tomorrow morning, 7 o'clock.
- No! Tonight, 7 o'clock!

- Not even for 100 million.
- Then I'll have to stay here until tomorrow, all thanks to you!

Relax. You'll see. One sleeps really
well here.

- Tell me honestly, who are you exactly?
- I'm Enguerand de Montignac, born in 1896...

- ...and entered the minor seminary at 13...
- You've been a seminarian?

Oh, for a short while. At 14 I broke up with God!
And joined the Legion under the name Legrain.

- Why not under the name Montignac?
- To piss off my father...

Who had married his maid,
a young lady called Legrain.

A good woman. Moreover, it was she
who left me the St-Ouen pavilion.

- Don't tell me this is a...
- It is.

Where did you buy it?

I didn't buy it. This is my
great-great uncle, the Admiral of the Galleys.

Oh! Would you sell it to me?

Listen, son, how about you stop bothering me
with painting purchases, eh!?

- Where are you?
- Here.

- Can you see me?
- A little, yes.

Could you please pass me
the bread and a knife?

Right. Thanks.

- You're welcome.
- When I was young...

- Were you ever young?
- Yes!

- That's hard to believe!
- When I was little, I was poor, poor, poor.

So I worked hard and I got rich, rich, rich.

As for me, after my father left us,

I decided not to depend on money anymore.

- That's why I chose adventure and the Legion.
- I Understand!

No, in order to understand, you must've known
Abdel-Krim, the freedom fighter, and the Moroccan South.

But I do know, I'm like you!

Just the complete opposite! I need to possess,
I need to collect, I need to count things.

Well then, I pity you.

- Did you see that?
- What?

You really didn't see that?
A hare this big!

- Oh, that's not a hare, that's a rat.
- A rat?

Yes, Plato, my rat.

Excuse me... now that I've kept my word,

you must have some trust in me.

I already paid 5 million to the contractor.
Can't you just sign now?...

If you shake me like a plum tree again,
I'll kick you in the ass.

Excuse me.

- What is it now?
- Look over there.

Aaaah, it's just my rat! He gets nervous at night.

- Mr. Montignac, I'm afraid.
- Well, I understand you...

Because this is the very bed where
Cunégonde de Montignac married a Templar,

and her father surprised them and slaughtered them
like pigs in exactly the same place where you are!

- Right then! I'm going to sleep in the car!
- As you wish.

And if you see blood flowing from the moat,
it's from those Cathar heretics!

- Well then, I think I'll stay here after all.
- Then silence. Leave me alone and go to sleep!

- Now what?
- I hear voices.

- You're Joan of Arc now?
- I hear voices over there!

- Good God! Castle looters...!
- I'm not going there.

Come on, be brave!

I don't like coming back to the same place twice.

- We're going to get caught.
- By who? There's nobody here.

- Then why are we whispering?
- Oh, shut up...

- Here. It's loaded.
- I don't know how to use it. Do I press here?

- No, here.
- Here?

Yes, now come on, the looters...

Don't pull the trigger now,
or you'll shoot me in the ass.

- Now, you stay here. When they arrive, you spray them.
- You're leaving me alone here!?

I have to go and cut them off.

- Are they all dead?
- No, not yet. Let's go!

Stay here, and don't move.

Say your prayers, you ruffians!

- Mézeray, open fire!
- I can't see anything.

Doesn't matter. Fire at will!

Hey! That’s fun!!

- Where are they?
- In the dungeon. Come and see.

I'm having a lot of fun!

- Help!!
- Okay, okay, calm down.

Where we are?

You're where you belong, in the prison
reserved for wizards and murderers.

- We're not any of those!
- Should I give them a little taste?!

- No, it's not necessary.
- Just above their heads...

But no! They'll die a slow death while drinking
stale water! And eating the bread of anguish!

- We only ask you for one thing. Hand us over to the police...
- Please!

To the King's constables? Never!
I have the right to deal justice on my land!

- That will teach you!
- Listen, Sir...

- Not sir, you will address him as Count!
- Exactly.

Count, sir, let us out and we'll
give you back your tapestries!

No, no, no, no, no!!! Who steals a tapestry...
steals... a grocery store.

That doesn't even make sense... huh, a grocery store!!

First of all, no one will find their skeletons
for the next five or six centuries.

That’s very good. It’s perfect. It'll give them
pleny of time to think before doing it again.

Get up! On your feet!

- Hey, aren't we having breakfast?
- First the flag.

- What flag?
- Well, the flag.

- Here, the day starts with the hoisting of the flag.
- Ah, alright.

Oh! You don't even know how to raise a flag!
I'm going to do it myself!

Step six steps behind me. Go and present arms.
And take this rifle.

- And give me back the flag!
- Okay... Good God!
- Give me the flag!

Present... arms!

- Where did you serve?
- Serve what?

- Your military service!
- I don't even remember serving.

Ah, so you don't remember... Then, my son,
we'll fill this memory gap, and immediately!

Weapon on foot.

For God's Sake! I didn't say to put the rifle down. I've said
'weapon on foot'. That means to position the weapon at your foot.

Attention! ...At ease.
Attention! ...At ease.

Weapon on your shoulder... now!

Well... I see now. Trained for combat withour a weapon.

- When do we have breakfast?
- After the exercises.

- But I want to have breakfast!
- Silence in the rows! 3 steps back! March! 1, 2, 3...

This order was for me, not you.
Now it's for you. Three steps forward.

Match! 1, 2, 3. Pay attention!
At my command!

Forward march... Go! 1, 2... 1, 2...

Head straight. Pump out your chest! Fingers on fists!
1, 2... 1, 2... 1, 2...

If you don't come out of your hole, Mèzeray,
I'll throw you in the dungeon.

- Okay. Then I'm going to have breakfast.
- Wait, I'm coming too!

- There you are! Well, for hiding out, stand attention.
- But, no!

Attention! To the left.
I said to the left!

Elbows against the body! This isn't gymnastics!
March! Go!

- I didn't say "stop"!
- But there's the wall!

- I don't care!
- I won't walk anymore! I've had enough of this.

Ahh, you've had enough!? Then it's combat school.
Put on your battle-gear.

Distance 200 meters. Fire at will!
And now, Bayonet on rifle!

- I don't have any!
- I don't care! Come on, charge!

- I said "Bayonet on rifle"!
- That's enough!

- Mr. Pelet is here...
- Pélot!

That's what I said... Pelet. And you're signing papers.

When the work has already started,
for God's sake!

- Did you hear that?
- But, of course.

- Then what are you waiting for, Pelet?
- Pélot!

- Forward march, go! Or I'll kill you!
- Forward! 1, 2... 1, 2...

Come on! Faster, damn it! Faster!

And you, what are you doing there?
Why aren't you workingt?!

- I'm in my suit for the wedding!
- I don't care! Start working!

- The work has already started!
- It has started!?

- Look around.
- Say, the work has already started...

- So, shall we sign now?
- We shall.

- Ah! Guests!
- Oh la la! Are we going to sign afterwards?

- Of course.
- Hello, gentlemen.

Greetings, officers. May I introduce you to
Mr. Mézeray, a painting expert.

- Attention!
- And what are you doing dressed like that?

- Trying to get a signature.
- At ease.

We heard something like a shootout last night.

- Do you know anything about that?
- Of course! They wanted to rob me again.

- Ah! And this must be their van, yes?
- Yes, they came here carrying explosives.

Ah, yes! Explosives are very dangerous.
Now tell me, where have these looters gone?

I don't have the slightest idea!

Help!

- Shall we sing now?
- Yes.

- Mr. policeman!?
- What was that?
- What was what?

- Help!
- What is it?

Say, you wouldn't have dopped them
in the dungeon, by any chance, right?

- Are we going to sign?
- Yes, yes.

- No, no.
- So you say no, now?

- But no, I said yes.
- Well then, let's sign!

To them, I said no!
And to you, I said yes!

If the police don't take us away,
those two maniacs are going to leave us to die.

You think?

Mr. policemen! Mr. policemen!
Don't leave us here!

When I think that we have to work so hard to help
scum like this! Come on! There you are...

And now the handcuffs!

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

There you go.

You know, Mr. Count, since the fall of the Bastille...

- ...you can no longer deliver justice by yourself.
- Well, that is regrettable.

- Ah, yes! You see, theoretically, I have to file a report.
- Then do it, go file your report.

- What?
- Shall we sign now?

You definitely have an obsession, just
like with the telephone!

Mr. Count, if I filed a report every time
you came to the country...

What's that supposed to mean?

- And take those thugs to the gallows.
- Can we sign now?

Yes.

- Where are you going?
- To get some ink and a quill.

- Didn't you ask me to sign, yes or no?
- I've got everything we need here.

No, no pen! And I have to inform you that both of my
grandfathers died at the age of one hundred.

- Yes, so what?
- So, you're not even close to getting my skin.

- Speaking of skin... I forgot about...
- What?

- Nothing...
- Well, what?

Listen... Let's sign.
We have to sign first.

Sign, and we'll talk later.

- About what?
- I didn't say anything.

No, I... just sign.

- That's it. And now you have to come with me.
- Where?

- We're going back to Paris.
- No, I have stay here to oversee the work.

- But that's impossible!
- Didn't you want my signature?

- Yes.
- Haven't you got it?

- Yes.
- You're on your own then.

- But what am I supposed to do now?
- I don't care.

- Mr. Pélot's van?
- The van is not there. Mr. Pélot has gone
to the village to look for equipment!

- Whose bike is this?
- It's not mine.

Jacques! Give me a hand.

We're not going to start without daddy!
Let' go wait for him at the church.

Hey, Justine, you didn't happen to see that
Parisian who hired your father?

I did see him, Mr. Count, he went that way.

- That way?
- Yes, that way.

Stop right there! You scoundrel!

What's the matter?

Your ceiling-on-my-head trick has failed.
You'll have to find something else.

Now that you have my signature
you're trying to take me out?!

- Me?
- You'll explain at the castle, along with your accomplice.

- My accomplice?
- Yes, your accomplice. Hop in the car.

- And what about my bike?
- I don't care about your bike. Come on! Come on!

Secure your scaffolding better than that!
It's not going to hold up there!... On the other side!

- Pélot, get inside!
- What's going on, Mr. Count?

What's going on is the Inquisition.
I'm planning to re-establish it. Come on!

Damn.

- The truth or I pull the pin out.
- The truth, cartainly Mr. Count, but which truth?

- I saw the two of you talking, with my binoculars.
- Of course. Mr. Mèzeray asked if he could borrow...

- ... my van to go to Paris.
- That's all. That's all.

The real truth! Or your daughter will be
an orphan on her wedding day!

That's all, we didn't say anything else, that's all!

Well, Mr. Mézeray, concering the work,
well, he asked me to cut some corners...

That's not true! Not true! Not true at all!

- But I refused, and then he gave me more money.
- That's not true! Not true!

You wanted to trick me! I'll do 2 million
worth of damage! Pin off!

No, no, Mr. Count!

Two million.

- Three.
- It doesn't matter!

My van! My van! Stop! Stop

My van!

- Take me to Paris.
- What's the matter? An accident?!!

- Take me to Paris.
- I can't...!

- But of course you can.
- They'll kick me out.

- Here, take these! There you go! Now let's go to Paris.
- But I'm not allowed to fly over Paris!

- I'll make arrangements with the minister!
- Which minister?!!

Anyone, whoever you like! Now go to Paris.

Silence! Silence please.

- But, we are not moving at all...
- It's because I'm too heavy.

- 400 kilos of insecticide!
- How can we drop that?

That button! But we can't do anything about it!

No!! Are you crazy?!!

Ah! There you are!
Come in! Sit down!

- Now... It's done! I have it. His signature!
- Where?

Right here!

Here, read.

- Enguerrand, Louis, Marie...
- Oh dear! He'a slow reader. Here...

- You read it.
- Enguerrand, Louis-Marie de Montignac...

- I don't see the signature of Mr. Legrain!
- But it's the same person.

Who is the same person?

Legrain, that's him! Because of the maid.

Legrain was the maid who married the Count of Montignac.
That is the count who was Legrain's father.

Legrain got angry with his father so he changed
his name to Legrain before his mother changed hers to Montignac.

I understand.

- Do you really?
- Of course.

- Well, not me! I didn't understand anything about that story.
- But, he understood!

- Maybe he understands the subtleties of your native tongue.
- The tongue!

- Excuse me?
- The tongue.

- The nose.
- The nose.

- The foot.
- The foot.

- Big foot.
- Big foot.

- And that's a horse.
- Horse.

- Moustache.
- Yeah, he didn't understand a thing.

Good. Very Good.

You mean to say that Legrain and Montignac
is the same person.

Exactly!

I don't see anything on this contact
that says he accepts to have his skin removed.

It's not written? That can't be true!

- Oh! He must've forgotten.
- Did you you even ask?

- 2 or 3 times, at least!
- And he agreed?

- Of course. He was so happy he even joked about it.
- Careful Mr. Mézeray, you're getting into trouble.

- Can someone from your agency travel to Périgord?
- We will go ourselves.

You only want to know if the agreement
exhibited by Mr. Mézeray is fake or not, correct?

- Correct, but be discreet.
- That's our job.

At the same time, wouldn't you want to
know more about Mr. Mézeray?

- His connections, his political opinions?
- No, not at all, no!

- It's the same price, you know, it's included in the package.
- It's not a question of money!

- He's crazy!
- Very well, so we'll go to Castle Montignac...

Say Pélot, if we're to believe the drawings
made by the monks of Cahors...

... there, under the plaster of the last vault,
there must be a Roman fresco.

- So, bring that out!
- Come on, Mr. Count, this is the only corner that's still intact!

- Get it out anyway.
- And Mr Mézeray?

- Well, he'll be delighted! He loves paintings.
- Ah, good.

And what if he asks us cultural questions?
What do we say then?

It doesn't matter! The guys from the Ministry
don't know anything about that either, right?

- Apparently the old man is violent.
- You're right, take something to intimidate him. You never know.

- Gentlemen?
- Mr. Montignac?

- That's me.
- We are from the Ministry of Cultural Affairs.

Come in, gentlemen.

We've heard that you're doing major
restoration work for this beautiful castle.

And you wanted to have a look. I find that normal,
or rather I should say I congratulate you.

You are very kind.

Well then! If you don't mind,
we'll start with the Roman foundations...

Which are of the greatest archaeological importance.

After you.

Watch out for your heads, and careful
on the steps, they are slippery.

Gentlemen, what you have before you is...

...what I would not hesitate to call a masterpiece
of the military architecture of the 12th Century.

You're an excellent guide.

Oh! There's nothing else left for
old aristocrats, like me, anymore.

You are pessimistic.

No, realistic!

This way, gentlemen.

You've been exposed gentlemen, or should I say hit men.
So, you've come here to kill me, haven't you?

- I've sprained my ankle.
- I don't care!

- How much did that scoundrel Mézeray pay you for this dirty work?
- Mr. Mézeray has nothing to do with it.

- Don't waste your breath, vermin, I'll take care of Mézeray too...
- This is a misunderstanding!

Everything is a misunderstanding in life! Even death!

- Nice. I'm going to look around for the owner.
- Shall I come with you?

No.

- Mr. Montignac?
- That's me.

Sir, I am a TV producer. I'm in charge
of the show "Masterpieces in Danger".

And we work with the approval of
the Ministry of Cultural Affairs.

- You want to film the castle?
- Yes, if that doesn't bother you.

Would you like a tour to get the general idea?

I was just about to ask that.

Well then! If you don't mind,
we'll start with the Roman foundations...

Which are of the greatest archaeological importance.

Watch out for your head, and careful
on the steps, they are slippery.

Dear sir, what you have before you is...

...what I would not hesitate to call a masterpiece
of the military architecture of the 12th Century.

You speak like a guide.

Oh! There's nothing else left for
old aristocrats, like me, anymore.

Excuse me.

This way, sir.

- What now?
- You need to go back to the castle. I've put 3 more in the fridge for you.

Welcome! Listen, I just received a call...

Ah! I can't hear a thing!

I'm sorry, my children are having
a surprise party.

I 've just received a phone call from
the Count of Montignac.

Is he in Paris?

No, he's on the way here! ...Oh, for God's sake!

- There's something very important he wants to tell us!
- What is it now?!

- I don't know, I'm like you... I don't know...
- Darling?

- Yes?
- Darling?

- I'm very busy!
- Well then, make some time!

- What is it?
- Come here, you! You too!

Look at your children! Pull them up!

- But, what kind of language is this!?
- Show us your belly!

- Excuse me?
- Show us your belly.

- Exactly. And you, your back.
- No.

Show us your back.

Ah, that looks nice.
Is it for sale?

- No!
- All because of you and your Modigliani stories.

They got tattoos.

Where is he?! Where's the murderer?! Where is he?

There you are.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but they are mistaken.
Get out of your coconut tree so I can cut you in half.

- Have mercy!
- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes...
- Oh, no!

- Come on, just defend yourself!
- Get lost, you stupid woman.

- You, get him!
- Back off, gorilla!

He's right!!! Back off everybody!
Let's talk calmly about it.

How?! First you try to kill me like the Duke of Guise,
then you fail and now you'd like to speak to me calmly?

- I didn't do it...
- As for your three mercenaries, I put them in the freezer.

- What mercenaries?
- Your hired killers...

Enough! No more lies, tell me the truth, or else...

Oh, no, no! Listen to me! I swear on the head
of the manager of the Bank of France.

I didn't send anyone after you. That's the truth.

I have no reason to kill you. Because there's
another way to get the tattoo.

And what is that othe way, if I may?

Listen, it's very simple. You go to the
hospital for two days...

- I'd rather send you to the hospital.
- Oh, no.

- Ah, yes!
- Oh, no!

Ah, yes!!!!!

Listen, you enter the hospital for two days...

we remove a tiny piece of skin from your back...

- ...and we give you another one.
- What!!!??

You want to cut me into pieces?! Horrible gnome!

I forbid you to speak to me like that...

I've nothing more to say.

You lied, Mr. Mézeray.
To everyone. I will file a complaint.

But, no...

- Where are our detectives?
- What detectives?

- Ah! So it was you!
- So you see, it wasn't me!

"Thank you."

"Authorized to buy the Modigliani for 2 million dollars.
Signed: Rank, Boston Museum."

- "Two million dollars?"
- "Two million dollars."

"Now we really have to reactivate this affair by any means."

It's all Mr. Mézeray's fault.

We suggest you deal with us directly, and right away.

Never, sir.

Mezeray is crazy but he has my word as a
gentleman and my signature as a Legionnaire.

- Listen...
- I've listened enough.

- My soup is getting cold and you're upsetting my stomach.
- But why?

What do you mean why? What about the
two thugs that you've sent after me?

That was a simple commercial investigation.

Do you know, young man, that under the Royal Edict
of January 1312, I could have had them hanged!?

- I offer you three times more than Mézeray, "three times more".
- There is no "three times more"

I gave my word and I'm an honorable man.

I know that in America there are no gentlemen,
and that's your only excuse.

Retract this insulting offer you've just made to me,
or we'll go duel the meadow!

I'm offended, but I'll give you the choice
of weapons, even the crossbow or the 75 cannon.

"Listen, Mézeray is gonna try and strange us again."

"We have no other choice.
Legrain won't deal with us directly."

"We'd better cable Boston and tell them.
we don't have the tattoo anymore."

"That's a great idea. And then we lose all
the money we've given to Mézeray."

"That's right. Let's go."

- "Wait a minute. Remind me to ask Mézeray about the medical report."
- "Right."

- You told me to come here, why is that?

Ah! There you are! Mr. Professor, I present
you the Count Enguerand de Montignac.

Professor Mortemont. One of the
greatest dermatologists in France.

- THE greatest in France.
- Excuse me, Professor.

Mr. Count, I must check you up!

Yes, ah! But no, I'm not the count.
This is the Count, over there!!

- Check up what?
- Nothing, it's nothing.

If I understand correctly, you have
sold through Mr...

No, no! Check up what?

It's nothing, nothing, don't you worry...

Like I said, you sold through this gentleman...

- ... the tattoo on your back...
- To the Boston museum, that's it!

That's exactly it!

- And why come to a doctor?
- No reason!

- But, you have the tattoo on your back.
- Ah! You're not going to start again, right!!?

- Don't you have the tattoo on your back?
- Of course I have the tattoo on my back!

But that's no reason to come to a doctor.

- It is obligatory.
- But no, it's not obligatory.

- Yes, it is obligatory.
- But no, it's not obligatory.

- Yes, it's obligatory.
- Its not obligatory!

If it is not obligatory,
then I will examine you.

But no, it's not me
that needs to be examined.

- No, no, not the doctor!
- But you have signed!

Yes, I did sign, so what?

Attention! It's not obligatory!

He'll only touch you with his eyes.

- Ah! So, doctor?
- The Museum has nothing to worry about.

No hives, no fungus, no allergy
which could alter the tattoo.

The skin is in perfect condition.
You see, a check-up wasn't even necessary.

- No.
- Please wire this straight away to the Boston Museum.

- Right away. But...
- What's wrong?

- There is always a but.
- No, it's nothing serious.

- Which sport did you play?
- The war, for 25 years.

And when peace broke out, one have swollen up.

The Count was very muscular, but inactivity,
you see, gave him cellulites.

- Just like my wife.
- I'm nothing like your wife.

- Sure you are.
- No, and I maintain that a check-up was not obligatory.

- But, yes.
- Oh, no!!!

- So now what?
- If the extra weight were to increase...

... there would be skin tension which
would cause distortion of the tattoo.

So what do we have to do?

- Diet.
- That, never!

Then you'll have to take up sports.

Excuse me?

What are you talking about?

I just told him that it might be difficult for you.

But young man, my physical condition
still allows me to play sports.

But I only play noble sports.

And I'm ready to challenge you.

- But, no.
- But, yes!

- But, no.
- But, yes!

- Then let's go.
- Whenever you want.

- Why are you scratching like that?
- I'm nervous.

Well, you need to see a psychiatrist, doctor.
No.

No, not right now, thank you.

Places.

Salute, and guard positions.

Guard left.

One, pivot. Two, group. Three, hit.
Four, regroup. Five, back on guard.

Low kick.

And back

Side kick. One, turn.
Two, knee up. Three, kick.

Back on guard.

Break and rest.

Places. Low kick,
Counter attack, Low kick, Counter attack.

Careful! Careful!
Intervene, please!

I can't work with him. Leave me alone.

Turn. Low kick. Pose and turn.

Ouch! Did you see that?
I was like that and... Ouch!!

Come on, gentlemen... Gentlemen

- A little cider?
- I wonder if that would be prudent?

- You can't eat tripe without cider.
- Yes, but...

- It gives you gas?
- Yes.

- It's the rusk.
- Ah, I see.

Yes, that causes gas.
Say, is the stuffed cabbage at temperature?

There you go, gentlemen.

Very good.

Surely, you're not going to eat
stuffed cabbage after the tripe?

- Of course I am.
- No...

Yes! Will you give me some
crème fraîche with my stuffed cabbage?

- Of course, sir.
- Oh la la, you're not going to eat all that?

- Of course I am.
- But at your age, it could be dangerous!!

- I have always lived dangerously.
- Me, I won't even take a bite.

That's because you don't know how to eat.
Wait and see. Bring us two calvados.

Oh, la la...

We're going to do the Norman hole. Calvados dissolves fat,
the stomach empties out, and then you can continue.

There you go, gentlemen.

- How do you drink this?
- In one hit.

- Oh! Ah, it's... Give me some stuffed cabbage too.
- Ah, you see?

- Say, bring us two portions of good hare stew.
- Oh, no.

- Ah, yes.
- Oh, no.

- Ah, yes.
- With a little more calvados then?

- Oh no! Always with a good full-bodied Beaujolais.
- Put the Beaujolais to room temperature...

Ahhh! Never! Never!
Always at cellar temperature!!

Juliénas '57?

Perfect.

You don't know how to live, my son.
You are like are a ghost.

Well, this ghost says screw you. There you are.

Oh well, so there is progress!

Wait and see... Hey, where is that Beaujolais...?
Come on...

Hey, take is slow... leave some room.
There's still the hare and then the profiteroles.

- Hare and profiteroles???
- Yes.

Oh, I love it. It's true, you're right.
I didn't know how to live!

But it's great. It's dangerous but it’s great!
Look at that...

Very good, my friend.

That's good!

What's good is to be able to do what you like...

But in your case you can't,
you need to ask permission.

Oh yes, that's true.

Listen, I'm going back to the castle for three weeks
to have a foie gras and truffle diet.

And I challenge you to come with me. Are you coming?

- Oh, I'm coming.
- What about your business?

- I don't care.
- And what about your wife?

- Hum...
- Ah, ah, ah!!!

I don't care, it will be harder
but I don't care!

Alright, we'll see.

- What is this trip to America?
- Well, I'm going to New York, as usual.

- I'm going to look for paintings.
- Are you going away for a long time?

- I don't know yet, my dear.
- Will you stay at the Park Hotel as usual?

- No, not this time.
- What do you mean no?

Well no is the opposite of yes.
I'm just going to see some paintings.

- Paintings?
- Paintings.

Paintings? Ha, ha, ha!

Get out! Where are your manners?!

- Fèlicien!
- What the hell are you doing here?

Get the hell out of the way!

- Did you see that? Eavesdropping.
- Yes. That's enough!

Fèlicien, you are neglecting me.

- But no, my dear. No.
- You're neglecting me.

You've been doing whatever you like for a month now.

- Me?
- Yes you, and for the first time in my life...

... I did a small investigation.

You're neglecting your business too.
There's a woman, isn't there?

- This is going too far. I won't allow that!
- Félicien. Félicien.

Félicien! Get back here!

- Is there another woman?
- No.

- Is there another woman?
- No.

- So what is it then?
- There's a man.

- A man?
- A man.

Oohhh!

A man...

I don't believe you and I'm informing you
that tomorrow I will accompany you to Orly.

As you wish, my dear.

Oh! How awful.

- There he is. He's leaving.
- To see paintings?

- Well yes. He goes to see paintings.

That's enough! Cut it out!

- And your luggage?
- They're on the plane.

- But you'll need them.
- I don't need anything.

No baggage, no time, no phones, no meetings. Nothing!

The crazier you become, my son,
the more I like you.

Say, when we get there,

wouldn't it be great if we found some looters
so we could have a little fun?!

Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find something!

Have your ancestors been buried here in the chapel?

No Montignac died in his bed, my dear.

- They perished in Jerusalem, in Paris, in Moscow and Sevastopol.
- And your father?

My father died standing up,
at a roulette table in Monte-Carlo.

What is it?

They are here.

- Very honoured, Mr. Minister.
- Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Prefect.

Mr. Prefect... Mr. Minister, allow me
to introduce you, Mr. Mézeray, my patron.

Mr. Mézeray, on behalf of the entire French
artistic heritage, I say thank you.

Well then! If you don't mind, Mr. Minister,
we'll start with the Roman foundations...

Which are of the greatest archaeological importance.

After you!

My general, my general!