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THE PARTY
Bye, dad.
Go on, hurry.
Well? What happened?
Nothing! Have you seen the traffic?
What about Vic? And school?
It's the first day. Do you realise? We almost missed it.
It's open upstairs.
- Dear me... - What?
What was your last load, cod?
If I get that bitch Rabuteau, I'll shoot myself.
That was a grandiose summer!
- 23 in two months. - 23 what?
Softly softly, OK? They'll think I'm posing.
I hear Dellamare's dead nice. You know her?
- No. - I had her two years ago.
No great shakes!
That's Mr Lehman, the German teacher. Look!
How handsome he is!
Isn't he classy!
Look at the swot.
He's got a nuclear power station fitted in there!
Funny, eh? Very funny!
Sixth is that way!
Go on!
Pénélope!
Mum said to wait for me afterwards.
Look, Samantha, you've got on my nerves for 10 years.
Now you're in big school, shut up!
Cow!
Is there canteen today for the 4th?
Are you new?
Me too. We'll ask. Where were you before?
Versailles. And you?
Jules Ferry. My name's Pénélope.
- Hurry up. - Shall we sit here?
He's a bastard.
King Kong!
Sit.
Hand out these forms.
What's your 2nd language?
German. You?
Russian.
Full name,
parents' occupation,
address, telephone. - My parents are divorced.
Mine too.
Mine are pretty rocky.
Put both addresses.
- Are you an only child? - Yes.
My sister's a pain!
Have you been out with a boy?
I have, an English boy. Called Warren.
Like Warren Beatty.
He was great!
I see ten American films per week.
Ten!
And Fridays from 4 to 5!
Quiet!
Where's my Bordeaux belt, please?
You're joking!
I've got three extractions. It's already ten past two!
You should have taken a day off!
I'm paid for what I do, remember.
Here, put this up there.
I'm not alone in the practice.
Clients will go to Chaumeau. And when I open my surgery...
This is great!
What is it?
My comic strip. "Nasty Old Men."
It's great! The two old blokes,
the movement...
You really think so?
Fantastic!
I sent it to Pilote and Charlie.
Vic!
It's my great-grandmother.
Poupette, what are you up to?
- Going to a recording. - Great!
Madame.
- Bye. - Bye. Goodbye, madame.
Hello, my girl!
Have you told my parents?
With the moving,
you know...
- We'll dine at La Coupole. - What's that?
- How old are you now? - 13.
Oh, there's still time!
Hello, Serge.
Madame Valadier! Your usual table?
With pleasure.
Arthur!
- How are you? - It's good to see you.
Likewise!
A wonderful cellist.
- You know everyone! - Sit down, my girl.
Thank you, Serge.
The first time I dined here was in 1923, 1928. You don't care.
I was like you. My eyes wide open.
- Who with? - Paul Poiré. You know who he is?
Dressmaker, pasha, patron...
The son of Laurent de Médicis and Orson Welles. See what I mean?
He freed women from their corsets.
- Did he take yours off? - I never wore one.
A dozen Belons, steak tartar, no onions, fries.
- What a memory! - Mademoiselle?
- Chicken chanterelle. - And...
half a Ladoucette, well chilled.
Let's get drunk, eh?
Slow down. They're there.
He looked at me the day I wore my track suit.
I'd give anything to be invited to that party.
If they wanted to invite us, they'd have done it before Christmas.
- They're behind us! - Really?
They're going to catch us up. Slow down casually.
- Slow down! - If I do, I'll stop.
Please let them come to us...
Hey! Vic! Pénélope!
Wait for us!
All right?
- Yes. - Nice track-suit.
It makes my legs fatter.
- Doing anything Saturday? - Why?
I'm having a party.
- What time? - From 8 to...
When do you want to know?
Tonight. We've too many guys.
- Fancy it? - Maybe.
Call me tonight. It'll be too late afterwards.
- Bye, then. - Bye.
- Yes!! - Yes!!
It'll be great!
Did you see Raoul's jacket?
And Jean-Pierre's blue eyes. Dead nice!
They're so cute!
What's wrong?
What's the matter?
I've nothing to wear.
Mademoiselle.
Mr Guibert is waiting.
No. Not the anti-smoking campaign.
Not this week, with Guatemala.
Out of the question.
I know cancer kills more than earthquakes.
There's no Mrs Beretton here.
That's me.
Mum, it's urgent. I need an answer.
But before, swear you'll say yes.
I'm in a meeting.
Do you realise?
Can I go to a party on Saturday?
- We'll talk about it later. - I have to know!
Then the answer's no.
Excuse me.
Shit!
There's a style.
But one-off drawings don't sell.
Maybe the major press.
I also have a comic.
- I've a few plates. - It's not our thing.
Go and see Pilote or Circus. We do comic-strips.
Your stuff is savagely intellectual.
I want savage news.
- Tomorrow? - You've got some?
I'll have it.
Put a temporary in and we'll see tomorrow.
Goodnight.
There's another patient.
Can't she come back tomorrow?
I think it's pulpitis.
- Has Chaumeau gone? - Of course.
Right.
- Are you diabetic? - No.
- Pregnant? - No.
- On tranquillisers? - No.
- Are you allergic? - To Indians.
And rope tricks.
Have you prepared my tray?
Doctor...
Open wide.
I have to go. My train's at 5.32.
Go ahead, Madame Leblanc.
Does it hurt every day?
Honestly, you're totally...
I've been looking for months!
I thought it was best to creep away softly.
- Without any noise. - I like noise.
The ring on the bell, shouts, broken glass. It's lovely,
a break-up scene.
I waited for you that night. A long time. 5 months.
But now I'm leaving you.
Good. Then we won't quibble over the bill.
But there's a debt.
You owe me a night.
Where do I sign?
I want our last night, François.
You mean a whole night?
Now I'm living in Paris...
21 rue Valette. 6th floor, left.
Will the 26th do?
It gives you time to organise. Or would you rather I call
to confirm? Odéon 18-12?
No... Yes... Yes, that's it.
But you don't have to confirm.
I'd rather the 27th.
The 27th?
Yes.
What's Géraldine wearing? Pink dungarees?
That's great!
Oh, yeah. Obviously.
It's easy for you.
I tried to call you so you'd go shopping!
It's Pénélope.
- Is Dad here? - No.
You'll look dorky in a low-neck top.
Vic, take this to the kitchen and lay the table.
I have to hang up. Bye.
I'll call back.
- Will you test my German? - Not tonight, I'm...
But I want a word too.
Yes. Me too.
Hello? It's for me.
Really, Vic! If Dad wants to call...
Yeah.
No. I've not tried yet.
What are your pink dungarees made of?
Have to go. Increased police presence.
Hi, Dad.
I've been trying to call for an hour! Excuse me.
Pulpitis at ten past five! Incredible!
It's a factory not a surgery!
Just like Modern Times. One tooth! Another!
What's for dinner?
There's quiche. Sorry but tonight...
How did VSD go?
I may have a chance.
I'm seeing them tomorrow.
Go on.
Have you...
thought about my moped?
It's hardly pressing.
Huh!
She's got a dance on Saturday.
- What dance? - A party! Not a dance.
Whose party?
- A guy. - What's his name?
Raoul.
Raoul. Raoul what?
- Who cares! - You have the address?
No. But I'll manage.
I have to telephone the boy's mother.
It's not afternoon tea!
- Exactly. What time is it? - 8 o'clock.
Till?
What will you say to her?
"Has your boy invited my little girl to his party?"
I'll look pathetic!
Mind your words!
You can't go...
Forget it. You couldn't care less.
You only think of you!
You haven't even noticed my fringe is shorter.
I've nothing to wear.
And you've no time to cook me anything to eat!
You don't care if I'm happy or not.
What's up with her?
She's 13.
I'll go anyway!
You'd better. I said yes for us both.
Your turn, Pénélope.
Turn your head.
Very good, Samantha.
My feet hurt.
It's you, Vic!
She's being a pain today.
No! Don't rely on me for an alibi.
- A what? - Come on in.
Véronique! Your E natural. Start again at 2.
A virgin at 26. What can I do?
I'll make you your tea.
First: never admit defeat.
Never admit anything, in fact.
You've lost a battle, but...
But what?
You haven't lost the war!
Secondly:
don't lie unless you're certain of not being caught.
Thirdly...
I've lost my place. Oh yes! Something new.
I don't understand.
It's not a party, it's a birthday. At 7.30, not 8 o'clock. His name?
- Raoul. - Then it's Bernard!
Anything! As long as they can change their minds
without looking like fools.
Oh, yes. I see.
And most important of all: the timing.
You risk your life on a moment. Can you play baccarat?
- No. - I'll teach you.
Never when they're on the phone
or having a row or brushing their teeth.
- At breakfast? - No. It's dangerous.
Bath time is a good moment.
The quiet, the humidity, the intimacy...
Ah! Cigarette.
- A cigarette break is ideal! - Yeah!
Oh, you've no more cigarettes.
- Shall I get some? - No. I stopped.
It's tough, but...
- What are you doing? - I've almost finished.
Shall I run you a bath?
Why not?
Say...
Yes?
For the party, you could wear my green waistcoat.
The one you like so much.
Arnaud and Jean-Pierre!
It's definite, then, Pénélope's mother?
Yes. She's picking us up at 11.
No! It looks silly, arriving with you.
Right.
There we are.
Don't break your glass slippers.
Can I stay? I'd rather wait till they've gone in.
Call us if...
It's a party, not a gladiator fight. Don't exaggerate!
I'm going.
What are you doing?
Waiting. I'm scared to go up alone.
Not in your boots?
- Shall we go? - I hid from Jean-Pierre and Arnaud.
- Like it? - Very pretty.
Wait, I can't.
Oh, come on!
- I'm going home. - Come on!
Hi there!
- Are you together? - No, but...
He's looking at us.
- Raoul. - Who?
Raoul!
He's definitely looking at me.
He looks like Redford.
A bit babyish.
Aren't you at the cinema?
We hid in the bedroom.
Hunger drove us out this far.
But if they see you, it'll ruin everything!
A party's like mayonnaise. If it doesn't take, it's...
Rock's better than your crappy slow stuff.
- What do you think? - Rock? Great!
No, of her?
- I don't like redheads. - No! Vic!
Oh, yeah!
- The love of your life. - What?
The love of your life. I hear you're smitten.
What? Joelle? You're crazy!
She's ugly, she's thick, she's crap.
With her mongol's voice!
She's mad!
They're brilliant.
They met at Thierry's.
I was with Mathieu.
You know him?
No.
I go in the bedroom with Mathieu.
They're on the floor, going out.
- So soon? - So what?
You should get to know him first.
Oh, not necessarily.
Shall we dance?
Not on our own!
Hey, Caroline!
- Dance? - Yeah.
Say... you're better without glasses.
- It's boring here. - There's a party in rue Lecourbe.
That's a lovely shirt!
Want to dance?
Yeah.
Hey, Raoul wants to go out with you. You want to go out with him?
I don't. But I know someone...
Who?
- You swear not to tell? - Yes.
Pénélope.
Oh?
- Hey, Raoul. - One second.
Hey, stop!
Just a sec. We'll have an American break.
Yes. You'll see...
Music.
- Will you ask Jean-Pierre? - No.
I'm going to ask Roger.
What is all this?
- The girls ask the boys. - Oh!
- Who are you asking? - Nobody.
Pénélope wants to go out with you.
- What? - Pénélope wants to go out.
- Shall I tell her, then? - Yes.
Raoul won't go out with you.
- I didn't ask. - Vic did...
- Bitch! - Jerk!
Oh, shit!
- Is there a phone here? - Over there.
Thanks.
Dad? It's Vic. You have to come for me.
- When? - Now.
- We have to go for her. - Why?
Why?
Because it's lousy. There's only 5th formers,
useless guys.
Oh...
You're in bed...
Half an hour downstairs? OK. Hello?
Then we'll go to Antoine's party for a drink.
It feels like only yesterday.
I can see you in little skirts and curly pleats.
Do you feel old?
A bit, tonight.
- Will you get me a Coke? - Yes.
She's got a cheek!
Maybe she's enjoying herself now.
Next time we'll use a walkie-talkie and patrol the neighbourhood.
So in an emergency...
- I'm going! - Don't. She'd go mad.
- It's engaged! - If I get through, I'll call you.
We're having a good time. Come here.
See you in a minute.
Hello? Who?
Vic Beretton.
Don't hang up.
Hello? Call back in 15 minutes.
She hung up.
Well, I'm going up!
She'll give me another bed jacket, you'll see.
As if I was disabled.
It's dad's birthday.
You'll see, it'll be a surprise. She's nice, poor Gilberte.
The daughter of La Castafiore and Louis de Funès.
- Dad's happy with her. - I'm not surprised.
Why are you so happy?
That girl is floating. It's obvious.
Holidays are stupid.
Can't you say anything but "stupid" or "a pain"?
That party was so brilliant. Three days' holiday is a p...
It's no fun.
- What did you get for Grandpa? - Damn! Sorry. I forgot.
Be right back.
Please.
Etienne.
Etienne!
Don't forget the symposium tonight.
No. I'm with you-know-who.
We're going to the symposium together.
Oh, OK.
- Doctor... - Oh, sorry.
Do you mind if I do my breathing exercises?
Please do.
Diabetic?
On tranquillisers?
Are you pregnant?
Mathieu wanted to go out with me.
Not at your first party, though.
Go out at your first party...?
You know what that means?
- Yes. Go to the cinema. - No! That was in your day.
Going out means kissing them on the mouth.
He's already gone?
Put Dr Lagnier on.
Yes. I'm seeing him tonight.
Your father's at 7.
OK. I'll tell him.
Mum! You look gorgeous.
Hello, my boy.
Françoise, my dear.
Hello, Poupette!
Not too tired?
Once and for all, I'm perfectly well.
Vic, dear, give me my bag.
And François?
He's coming by train...
Help your mother. She might slip.
- Look, Gilberte... - Shush.
I might have one foot in the grave, but honestly!
Poupette. I've a surprise for you.
Hello, Françoise? Did you call?
What present? Oh, yes. A purple package!
Where are you? At home?
Er... Yes. Of course... I'm waiting for Etienne.
- It's in the bedroom. - In the desk.
Don't worry, I'll find it. Remember, it's 11.42.
Come and fetch me.
- I'll be there. - I have to go, darling, because...
my bath is running.
- Hello? Are you in the lounge? - Yes.
My address book's on the table in front of you.
Give me Dr Giroud's number for Gilberte.
My dermatologist in Versailles.
Oh, he's in Versailles. Wait a second... Giroud...
Oh, my dear, with your writing...
Ah! Here!
Dr Giroud: 951 17 80.
Thanks.
You don't have Rio Bravo?
No. You'll have a western for breakfast.
I've other plans for tonight.
Lovely truffle salad.
You know what they say about truffles? It seems...
Yes. I know.
A sleepless night is like a boxing match.
- Relax. You're nervous. - No, but...
A match lasts 15 rounds.
Come here.
Third round.
What's that?
That's my train.
What train?
Well, it's my father-in-law...
- Your father-in-law? - It's his birthday.
- He's 58. - You chose tonight.
Exactly, because my wife...
Well...
- I'm no good at lying. - Oh?
Yes. I said I was at a symposium on anaesthetics.
They don't last all night.
Especially on anaesthetics.
So I thought... two halves of a night and...
Two little lies are better than one big one.
He's an odd guy, my father-in-law.
His name's Colbert, like the great Colbert.
He says he's an ancestor!
But his mother, Poupette... Did I tell you?
She doesn't care. She always says:
"I have no ancestors, because I am one already."
Could I speak to Mrs Beretton?
Oh, it's you.
The night nurse here.
The doctor asked me to call to say the fracture's been reduced.
- Sorry? - The fracture of the right leg...
Who did you want?
- You are Mrs Beretton? - Yes, but...
Your husband is still under anaesthetic.
He'll call you tomorrow. Goodbye.
I am good at lying.
You're a real bitch.
Oh, yes.
Hello, Etienne? It's François.
I need to see you now.
Is it serious?
Are you ill?
What do you mean, "Not really"?
What!
Tell Mum we've been together all night.
What?
Here. Bye.
Isn't that Vic's dad?
Yes.
He's really sexy!
It'll take 3 or 4 weeks.
It's a fracture of the left fibula.
The nurse said the right one.
Can we change?
No. It's the left. Depends how you look at it.
You'll see the x-rays. It's a small crack.
How did it happen?
A pool of oil on the ring road.
No. Etienne's unscathed.
Luckily! But...
you should see his car. - You're mad!
Totally!
Did you see him?
No. I watched him till the bell.
- I couldn't miss him. - You're wrong.
No. He had maths from 8 to 9.
And gym from...
There he is.
Go on!
- I can't. - Don't be silly.
Quick, tell me something!
What do you want me to...
That's funny! You said that?
- Really? - Hi.
Hi.
Hey, Raoul!
- Hi. - Don't worry.
Hurry. We've an English test.
Look at this chair. Puts patients straight to sleep!
- Like the car show! - It costs more than a car.
Patients come first with me.
I don't want to be on my own playing with that.
- Coffee and the bill! - It's coming.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Big news. - Sit here. I'm going.
- I sold it to Pif. - No!
You did it!
Bravo! Terrific!
It's her comic strip.
- Have you had lunch? - No.
12 pages a month for 4 months, and if that works, an album.
- Fantastic! - Are you eating?
Veal escalope with spaghetti.
- How is he? - Well... very well.
I'm off.
- Bye. - Be right there.
It's silly, driving and working with a plaster.
I saw the x-rays.
It calcifies quickly. I'll get a parking fine!
- On your car? - Yes.
Yes. Well, I mean...
It's smashed up, but it runs.
Anyway... Tell me. How much do you get?
- 600 a page. - No!
Without the colour.
I'll be going. I'm off to Bichat.
Can I have a lift? I'm going nearby.
Heck! It's 2 o'clock.
I really have to go.
Wait five minutes for her. Will you pay?
And for Pif...
Bye.
- You want another coffee? - No, thanks.
- You should have left a note. - It doesn't matter. Carry on.
I'll be right back. You can save my space.
It's an attic, only 200 francs a month.
It's brilliant for work. Because with Vic, the telephone...
What, is there a problem?
No, no.
Oh? He broke his leg. When?
Saturday night, an accident.
I saw him on Sunday. Running like mad.
Sunday? Are you sure?
Yes.
Hello.
Everything OK?
Can I have some?
Are you alone?
Yes.
Are you free on Wednesday?
I hate science-fiction. But I didn't tell him!
He's so handsome!
Couldn't you take his photo?
That way I'd see.
I'd die for his photo.
- Is he intelligent? - Totally.
He wants to go to hotel school. His father's a chef. Well, a cook.
I'll get it...
There are always people
ready to eat cake.
- Is Mrs Valadier here? - Yes.
This is for her.
Thank you.
Who was it?
Flowers, for you.
Flowers?
Blimey!
- March 3rd. - Jean-Louis?
He never forgets. I can't send anything to his home.
- His wife's jealous? - Not of me! She doesn't know.
Really, Poupette! For 42 years!
That's Backstreet.
What's Backstreet?
The story of some fool who loves some imbecile,
married to an idiot.
Well, that's really good.
Raus!
Is it because I'm seeing your parents?
No, sir.
It's the first time you've learnt your German.
It is.
Run along.
Hi! Have we time for a drink?
- What do you want? - Coke.
- I'll go. - Are they nice?
- Not bad. - I like them.
Hey!
I like your whistle!
- Hi! - Hello!
About time!
Hey, this isn't a Disney film.
- Your sister... - What?
What? I've even seen Ai No Corrida.
Three students.
- How old are you? - 13, and 2 days.
- Thank you, madame. - Thank you.
Shall we sit together?
We'll sit here.
Are you coming?
- Where's Caroline? - Go past.
- Where is she? - Go on!
Bastard!
What's the matter?
What is it?
Look at those kids!
- Bye. - Bye, then.
Oh, shit!
I forbid you to ride mopeds!
- This is Mathieu. - Without a helmet!
- Madame... - You're a rotten rider.
You'd best go...
OK, bye. Goodbye, madame.
And I'm cast as the nuisance! That taxi could have killed you.
You do nothing at school. I can't trust you.
You ruined everything! Here, some éclairs.
Fine, thanks. See you tomorrow.
Sorry.
- Madame Beretton? - Monsieur Lehman?
That's me.
- I'm late. - It doesn't matter.
Let's go to the main courtyard.
After you.
Don't tell me she's intelligent but doesn't work hard enough.
I wasn't going to say that. Your daughter takes me for a fool.
- Oh, no! - Yes. A fool.
But why?
One day, she forgets her book. Then her exercise book.
Or it's a migraine. Or she's looked after you all night.
- Me? - Yes.
She's nice.
Joyful, alive, happy as a lark. But in terms of work...
She's happy at school.
I went out with him! 4 times in the cinema, once on his moped
and twice in the street!
He's meeting me at 5 at the Comédie-Française.
You'll recognise him, he's handsome.
From April 15 between 7 and 8 pm?
- It's stuck! - Leave it. You'll tear it off.
- The physio asks if you... - What physio?
For your leg. You have to book them.
OK, every day from April 15.
It was fine this morning...
You're ready?
Yeah...
Goodbye, Dad.
Don't break a leg.
Sometimes it helps.
Why?
If I did, I'd be back sooner.
But it was you... Calcium. Very important.
You begged us. You've been on about it for 3 months.
- But I'm glad. - We could do without it.
1400 francs, plus fees and skis!
- Thank you. - Is it Mathieu?
Who's this Mathieu?
I don't care about Mathieu!
I'll get the metro. It looks silly...
Arriving with me? I know.
Off you go.
Goodbye.
What's that?
I rented it for 3 weeks. Aren't you glad?
Right!
Scrambled eggs with truffles, Parma ham, salad.
We'll have dinner on a tray,
OK?
What?
No. I love scrambled eggs with truffles.
And you...
I love you.
Shit!
Oh, damn it!
I'll get it.
Françoise! It's François.
That's enough! Shit!
Where? La Main Jaune!
No kidding?
That's odd, the only nice girl here, Sophie, goes all the time.
You sneaked out?
I've got a great plan.
Wait.
I have to pass mum's room
to get to the door.
I pretend I'm going to the toilet. If she sees me,
it's "Sleep-sleep. Wee-wee. Night-night, Mum."
Get it?
I've hidden my clothes just above the whatsit.
And no one's any the wiser.
But getting back...
Same tunnel!
Except I'm broke, since my sister is racketeering as usual.
How about you?
Awful! There are no guys. The monitors are all girls.
- Coming? - Be right there.
No. I was talking to Sophie. Mathieu? No news.
It's proof he loves you.
- What? - The plaster, the car,
everything! And such humour!
As long as he makes you laugh...
Look at them all! Rich, intellectual, loving, wild!
But a guy who makes you laugh, believe me...
I don't feel like laughing.
A perfumer, isn't that funny?
Not at all!
Then you must act.
I can hardly beat her up!
Fervent romanticism, lightly spiced with a note of exoticism.
It has a flowery freshness, you see.
Sorry.
No. It doesn't matter.
- May I? - Please do.
Delicious.
- Again! - Yes. Again.
I'm sorry.
- Do you have Empreinte by Courrèges? - Yes. Of course.
It's a very fine powder, quite transparent
and totally hypoallergenic.
It smells odd. Don't you think?
I doubt it.
I beg your pardon!
You see, it is peppery.
Wait...
I'm so embarrassed.
She's mad! Stop her! Not the perfumes!
Stop, or I'll call the police!
Police?
Oh, I forgot...
Isn't this yours?
She's mad! She's hysterical!
Madame, did you see that madwoman?
She's totally hysterical.
Would you be a witness?
She's ruined my shop.
Here they come.
Bye.
- Hi, Dad. - Hello.
You look well.
- This is Sophie. My parents. - Hello.
- Any calls for me? - Mathieu, yesterday.
What time? What did he say? Oh, Mum! He called.
- I'll call you. - Come on.
Your plaster's gone.
It's finished.
So...
we've decided...
Well... You decided.
We've decided...
mutually...
that we needed a little break.
Oh, are you going skiing?
No.
Your father and I need...
Could I have a party?
Listen, Vic.
You have to listen.
Dad is going away for a while.
Where to?
- A friend's. - Etienne's?
Definitely not. That's in Hauts-de-Seine.
An Alsatian committed suicide there
because of the environment! - I'm trying to explain to Vic.
To Antoine's.
Not for long.
- A month. - Two months.
Well, one, two... I'll see you at weekends.
But why?
Because I...
Sometimes, when you've loved each other a long time,
it's good to...
Well...
It becomes a habit.
You want to kick the habit?
Yes.
That's right.
Right...
But weekends...
- What about them? - Saturday is party night.
So...
You're not going to divorce?
Honestly, my heart was in my mouth!
It was like a film, when the guys float.
I hate slow-motion. It's a real cliché.
Hello? François Beretton. Antoine isn't here.
As for me, between 12 and 2, I'm at Betty's.
Between 5 and 7 at Francine's.
If it's Angela, OK for tomorrow for the candlelit lunch, darling.
Claudine: sorry, honey, I've no time.
But if it's Françoise, then...
When can I come home?
Ah, Poupette.
- Pénélope saw them together. - At La Main Jaune.
- How old is she? - Sixteen. Her name's Lydia.
He looked smitten.
- Gorgeous, too. - What?
She... You know...
- She... - Sleeps around?
That's a bother.
Front row seat!
Is she that good?
- Auburn, with eyes like that! - Daughter of Delon and Mona Lisa.
We're in the shit! Temporarily.
What do you think?
- You're listening in, so come on. - Well, really!
- Did you speak to your mother? - It's not a good time...
- Make him jealous. - That's from your era.
So what tactics work nowadays?
Madame Beretton...
They're here!
Again?
A whole gang arrived. Even Raoul's here.
What? Yes. Lydia, of course. It's a roller skate evening.
And I met this guy...
A blond Dustin Hoffman!
Yes?
Is Vic with you?
No. Why?
- She's not here. I just got back. - Where were you?
That's not the point.
I'm very worried.
Pénélope!
My mother's gone out. Pénélope too.
- Who's calling? - François Beretton, Vic's dad.
Oh, it's you!
- Where is she? - Vic?
- Perhaps with my sister. - Where?
Well... I'll tell you. They're at La Main Jaune.
I couldn't go, I have chickenpox.
But be careful. Pénélope said she was at your house.
Thank you.
No problem.
- Goodbye. - Yes. Goodbye.
I should dance.
I'll lend him to you. What do you think?
He looks like Donald Duck.
OK.
Will you ask my friend?
Your dad's here!
It's Vic's dad!
- Vic's dad? - Shall we dance?
Coming?
Dad, please!
Come on, we're going home!
One second. Just one second.
I'll explain.
You're totally mad!
Who is that guy?
No idea.
She needs a father.
A strong man, who can rein her in.
It's very important at her age.
- Runny. - I know.
Respect and discipline are important.
But for that, you need a family.
What's this?
My angora sweater. It gets rid of fluff.
So you see...
After what happened tonight, I think I should...
Don't mix everything up.
It's throwing it down!
And my wipers are broken.
There. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Damn! Shit!
Wake up.
What time is it?
Six o'clock. I don't want Vic to find you here.
Would it be traumatic?
She won't understand.
If she sees you, she'll think you're back.
Well? Am I not?
No, François.
No parties, nothing. And Whitsun with Bernard and Gilberte.
As for my birthday party...
You don't just sneak out. You cover yourself. In 1918,
when I left with Fujita...
- Who? - A gorgeous Japanese painter!
I said I was off on a pilgrimage to Lourdes.
- With Bernard's father... - What do I do?
At Whitsun, I'm playing in Brussels for the queen.
- You want to come? - You bet!
- But they won't let me. - Leave it to me.
- What do I do about Mathieu? - You dump him.
Is there no other way?
It's your only chance, my girl.
- Hello, Dad. - Hi.
Thanks!
Right, I'm taking you to Corinto's!
Mum isn't here.
Well... dinner for two, then.
- Right now? - Yes. Get changed.
And... It was here she told me about you.
Over there.
Were you glad?
How did she tell you?
You know her. With a drawing.
One day I arrived at the surgery...
I must have been in my final year.
There was a caricature of me, with a belly like that.
Everyone laughed.
That night, we came here.
She'd specially ordered a plate of spaghetti
with strawberries.
You ate it?
All of it! Awful!
I won't have children.
The day you meet...
The day a guy's in love with me, truly in love,
I'll make him suffer.
Are you unhappy?
Is it...
Mathieu?
I've a little knot, here.
It's unpleasant.
Yes. Just here. Me too.
Funny.
And with you it's...
Is it Mum?
It's not easy.
No. It's not easy.
No. Please.
Piss off!
Come on!
Hurry, get on!
Thank you.
They messed you up!
Yes.
If not for you...
It's so rare that someone...
Right!
Can I buy you a drink?
No.
Go on.
Can I do something for you?
Yes. You know what?
No.
Leave my wife alone.
Back already?
My dance teacher's ill.
Tell me about the Spanish war of succession.
The Spanish war of succession. Wait.
Louis XIV...
The Austrians...
The German princes...
The messenger's coming in an hour. So tonight...
You've never any time for me.
At school you're happy as a lark...
Who told you that?
You never smile or tell me things.
You never ask for a kiss. You cheer up
when you talk about your party.
How awful! I sound like an old-fashioned mother!
Can't I talk about the situation with Dad?
We can talk about anything.
Only at the moment it feels wrong.
I feel you... slipping away.
I'm in a cage.
Yes.
But the door is open.
And soon you'll go. But now is a little soon.
Don't you think?
When will Dad come back?
Hello. Very well, thank you.
Say... your ex-husband...
He's not my ex-husband. We're just separated.
He didn't seem to know that.
We met last night. And fought with thugs.
What do you mean?
He isn't hurt, is he?
Who is it?
How many were there?
The black eye wasn't them. It was him.
He beat you up or he saved your life?
Both.
Both!
I'll call you later.
That's right.
Who was it?
A friend.
From the workshop.
Do I know him?
No.
It's a friend's father.
He's so sexy!
Bye, then.
Bye.
Hello.
We talked on the phone. I'm Pénélope's sister.
Oh, yes.
Waiting for Vic?
Coming?
Wait.
My chickenpox has gone.
Now you've taken to cradle-snatching!
Don't!
Say that again!
In the dark, you can pass for trendy. But you're just an old sex maniac!
Get rid of this helmet!
Come here.
Stop it! Just stay still!
- You'll hurt yourself. - A fight!
Stop it!
Hey, that's enough!
Stop!
Have you finished?
Drop it! Just go.
What happened?
What do you want?
What's the matter, Dad?
- Nothing. - Here.
Thanks, Vic.
You know each other?
He's my German teacher.
That was Vic's dad? You knew?
Yes.
He beat you up!
That's great! Great!
This whistle means so much!
This whistle is him.
He put his mouth there.
You saw the heart he stuck on?
Oh, it's a gorgeous heart!
When I saw the package,
I could have cried. In fact, I did!
You called him?
- No. He's gone to Cabourg. - Cabourg!
And we've got Amsterdam, Bruges, La Ronde de Nuit, you'll see...
And Brussels...
- Juliet and Romeo were 15... - Yes! And look what happened.
Have you seen any Vermeers?
We love each other like grownups. Why can't we be the same?
You can do anything at 18. But at 14...
Where would you be if you were 18?
Cabourg.
We'd meet on the beach.
He'd run towards me, take me in his arms.
We'd forgive each other and sleep together.
Really?
Why not? There's the pill.
Sorry, I forgot about the pill.
It protects against little babies but not against little heartaches.
Don't talk to me like a baby!
I've never done that!
- Where are you going? - Cabourg!
Could I speak to Mathieu? Thank you.
He's there! What do I say?
What we said! You're at a friend's in Deauville.
Hello, Mathieu? It's me, Vic.
Where are you?
- Cabourg. - Really?
Who with?
Nobody. I ran away.
You're mad!
What! How did you get here?
Hitch-hiked. Can I see you?
Yes.
Where will you sleep?
What do I say?
Wherever you want.
I've such a bad cold!
In an hour at the casino. OK?
- OK. - Well, really...
What got into you? What about the friend?
The friend was perfect.
You said: "I give you carte..." What?
- Blanche. Not to spoil his holidays. - Spoil them?
You turn up. "Here I am."
A woman giving herself shouldn't be a source of worry.
Well, if he loves me...
Never, my girl!
You have to take responsibility. That's independence.
- You're scared I'll sleep with him? - What next!
Be careful.
At 14, there are children who have children.
So what do I do?
You won't leave me?
- Well? You didn't answer. - What?
Did you dump her or did she dump you?
It didn't happen like that. Lydia was just... like that.
How far did you go with her?
Better call your parents.
You went all the way!
- Look... - Dance?
No, she's not dancing. Come on.
Where to?
Here.
Mademoiselle, how much do I owe?
You'll be fine here.
You rent them all year round?
There's no one here.
There could be prowlers. Close the door.
- What's that? - My brother's duck.
- What are you doing? - Inflating the mattress.
If you're cold, there are things here.
Put this on.
I'm not cold.
So what happened with your parents?
Nothing. Why?
Well?
You don't get it. It wasn't them. I came for you.
5000 francs, banco.
I'm in.
Playing Banco.
You're taking a risk.
More than you think.
What's wrong?
I can't breathe through the nose.
- What? - Something stabbed me.
It's the rake.
Hold me tight.
You spent all night with Lydia?
No.
I'm glad you're here.
A night in your arms is exactly what I...
Well... it was worth the detour.
I mean the trip.
What's that?
The mattress.
I'll blow it up again.
- It's 3 o'clock! - You're not going?
I'm working tomorrow. I'm on a course.
So what?
I start at 6. And there's my mother.
- Your mother? I... - You should call yours.
I did all that, took all those risks
to come to a smelly cabin with a flat mattress!
You just turned up! The cops will be looking.
Some help you are!
- I didn't ask you to! - Look, just go.
- I came here alone... - You only came from Paris!
Go on,
your mummy's waiting.
Shit!
Vic, it's me. Let me in.
Not asleep?
Your mother's work is good.
Aren't you asking?
No. But I'm dying to.
Don't worry,
nothing happened.
What did you do?
I lost at baccarat.
But I think I won a hand of poker.
Come in.
- Where shall I put this? - Well... Here.
- Bon appétit. - I'm hungry!
It's only 2 o'clock!
Spend the weekend with us.
We're going at 3 on Friday to beat the traffic.
OK, bye.
How about dinner for three?
Excuse me.
Good evening.
Thank you.
Here!
What is it?
You must be hungry.
It gives you an appetite.
- Please. - That's cute.
Didn't the teacher come?
- Eric? Why? - We were meant to eat together.
Didn't you send him a photocopy of the drawing? After all...
Stop it.
- You'll say something awful. - No. I'm quite open.
Two dads is fine for a kid.
Just look at Jesus!
I was thinking of you.
Please, say nothing.
I'm expecting a baby.
Already?
Two months.
So Agadir, beach and sun are all very well, but...
I'm offering a holiday.
Nothing else.
There are several families...
Thank you.
With a simple recognition test for each.
Did you reach him?
- I got his mother. - And?
I said I was you. He's sick.
- You think that's true? - He had a cold in Cabourg.
I'm not feeling well either.
- Show me. - What?
- Nothing. - Will he come?
No use having a party without him.
But everyone's coming.
I don't care. I want him.
Will this take long?
No. I've just the...
lighting rig and the compressor.
There you are!
But... what's all this?
A dentist's surgery.
But what about my party?
I can't have a party here!
I'm going to the paper. I'll come back and find a solution.
Shut the door behind them.
Pénélope?
A disaster? Me too. What?
Chickenpox?
From my sister!
Françoise, I wanted to warn you...
- Excuse me! - It's the leased equipment.
Let's talk.
- I've nothing to say. - Come on!
Listen to me.
- Last night... - Forget it. Everything's changed.
I realise that... What's changed?
Excuse me.
What's changed?
Last night I had no lover. Now I do.
So last night...
And your daughter, the one you recognised,
is having a party tomorrow she's looked forward to for months,
and you... - Don't spoil it.
You spoilt everything.
There! I got the scan.
It's a boy, I know it!
Signature.
Oh, my!
For the cradle, it'll be rather...
Seen the chin? It's you!
It's not striking. Excuse me.
- Isn't that enough? - What?
Your wife is beautiful. Talented. And she's pregnant. By you!
She makes the best scrambled eggs. And she loves you.
- She has a lover. - Finally, some good news!
We know whose side you're on!
She did you a big favour.
Right! I always dreamed of being a cuckold!
- You're a fool, I'm telling you. - That's enough!
You could never keep a man!
I'm sorry.
It makes me feel younger. At my age, no one dares tell me off.
Can I say something?
This baby is your only chance
to get her back. So do it. It's almost too late.
- Almost. - What baby?
Who's having a baby?
We are.
How's your sister?
Disfigured! She's even got one here...
Metro Vavin, first floor.
- Where do the chairs go? - There.
Tell the others, OK? See you.
There's no more ham!
Oh, that's enough.
Nobody will eat. You mainly need Coke.
- Did Géraldine bring the tarts? - Yes. Don't worry.
- You have to go. - I still have time.
The others will be here soon.
- He'll come. - You reckon?
Goodbye. Enjoy yourselves.
Will you write?
Of course.
I'll be back in a week.
Now I'm 14 and going into 3rd...
What about my moped? Oh, no.
No what?
- We'll see afterwards. - After what?
The baby. You mustn't get upset now.
I called about two tickets to Venice.
- Mr and Mrs Beretton? - Right.
Hello!
All right?
Yes.
Going on a trip?
Yes.
Oh?
- Where to? - Africa.
Alone?
No, with Eric.
And you?
What about me?
- You're off too? - Yes.
- I'm getting my boots. - Help me.
Yes.
I'm really late.
I have to be at Roissy for 8.
Well, look...
My plane takes off at 9. I'll give you a lift.
Where are you going?
Venice.
Someone rang. Shall I go?
- Happy birthday! - What happened to you?
I've got this thing for 10 months.
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
- Poupette! - Happy birthday, darling!
They're beautiful!
I just recorded an ad.
Debussy over a cascade of ravioli!
I'll park the car.
Thank you.
Enjoy yourself.
I'll skip the last day.
I'm going. It's the only day that's fun.
- Shall we dance? - Yes.
Forget it! He won't come.
Who do you mean?
- Doorbell. Shall I get it? - Yes.
Great, isn't it?
Going out?
I'm dining with Jean-Louis. His wife's at a spa.
You're beautiful.
Didn't he come?
No, you're no victim! You're a winner, don't forget it.
Daughter of Napoleon and La Belle Otero.
Your attention, please. Passengers for Agadir,
travelling on flight Air France 438,
please go to gate 3 for boarding. Thank you.
We're embarking now.
Hugues, Antoine and Cécile.
Vic.
Happy birthday.
- Will you dance? - Yeah.
Good evening. After you.
Excuse me.
- Drink? - Not right now.
Madame, would you mind not smoking.
Stop!
Stop here!
You came back?
Yes. OK?
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