Good morning. - Morning.
Egg soldiers.
Thank you.
Anna-Maria sleep still?
No, she's gone.
Yesterday we were in... up late... talking and...
And she left.
Mr Leopold, I ask this evening off.
Do you? - I out.
I... out too. With Anne-Marie.
She asked me out. - Coffee?
So you and Anne-Marie serious?
Sa o iubesti. Love her.
Or was it just sex?
Just 'respect'?
None of your business, like it's none of mine how you'll bring a child up alone!
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was mean.
I'm sorry.
No, my fault. I talk lot. - No, no, not at all. I...
I love talking to you, Alina.
Well, how did it go? - Like this.
So Anne-Marie's going to be the new Mrs Vossius?
Steady on! Take it easy!
I do bedroom. - Yes.
Da. Da.
Shall I tell you something?
You've been really lucky with your Russian. You really have.
Especially as you were smitten from the beginning!
Leopold? Can I ask you something? - Yes.
Can I use your tree?
What? - Your tree.
Since Jeanine got that poodle,
they're too frightened to come. The barking scares them off.
I'd like to let them know that I'm still here, see?
Yes, of course, but...
Don't overdo it. - No. Something discrete. You know me.
A small sign.
Sorry.
I really want to go and see the new Don Giovanni in Paris with Leopold.
By train maybe, eh Leopold?
Two or three days. - And nights.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Mr Leopold?
I think you sleep but you wet.
Come. Come, come.
Your evening with Mrs Anna-Maria? Where go?
A tea dance.
Dance good? - No.
Oh, tea...
Alina? The baby...
How far gone are you?
Four months and two weeks.
Is it your ex-fianc�'s?
Is my child.
Liviu cheat on me.
I go, as far as possible.
Aunt Ada says place here with you. Packed case straight away.
Why didn't you go to your parents? - My parents...
They say Liviu not man for Alina. They right.
You thinking too they right.
No.
Mr Leopold, they right. You right.
I pay price.
How was your evening?
Good.
Drink beer. Belgian beer.
Alone? - No. Friend of Aunt Ada. Also Romanian.
She say I him marry. He European Committee in Brussels.
That pays well.
He not young. Thirty-five.
He want see me again.
And do you?
Not know.
I think no,
but I feel like man. Feel like sex. Feel like 'respect'.
Hormones, phew...
I dream every night. My body ask, ask, ask but no reply.
Good talking to you.
Like to my bunic.
Bunic. Grandfather.
OK?
Why in tree?
Julien is convinced he's been abducted innumerable times
by UFOs. - UFOs?
Yes, UFOs.
But since his wife bought that dog the visitations have stopped.
Now he's trying to attract their attention, I think.
I think he wants to talk to the aliens or... I don't know.
He's borrowed my tree in an attempt to...
I don't understand any of it.
Sweet of you. - Don't you think it sounds a bit crazy?
No. Why? - I think it...
Damn!
What's up? - I'm doing the drying up.
I can see that. Let me do it. Let me do it.
Telephone. Let me do it.
Let me do it.
Hello, it's Colette. You were going to phone me when you got back.
Two others are interested but you're my first choice.
Leave me alone! All of you! - This evening. Or you could phone me.
We'll soon have this done.
What they do to you?
Who? - UFO.
Medical experiments.
They put a needle in my side. Here.
And then they, excuse the word,
took some sperm, little fish.
Sperm? Why?
I wondered that for a long time too. Until I saw this photo.
Here. Look.
Look. Look.
Don't you notice anything?
They look like you. - Yes, like two peas in a pod.
A real likeness. It's ingenious. It's so clever.
If they abduct men then they must abduct women too.
Door! And what they do with the sperm they've taken
is implant it in the women. But once I realised that...
Look... I've counted 53. They're all my sons and daughters. All of them.
I don't mind children, but 53... It's time it stopped.
So I'm signalling to them... to stop. Enough is enough.
Hey!
No, is not yours.
Leopold!
Doesn't Leopold live here? - Yes, he does. Yes... Can I help you?
Is Leopold home? - No. I'm his secretary. He's away.
Still? He said he was away for two weeks.
And he promised to phone me. - Did he? Me too.
When he gets back I'll tell him you called round. OK?
OK. Tell him Olivia came round.
Olivia? Right.
Bye, Olivia.
Leopold?
Your Russian is pregnant. - Four months and two weeks.
And Olivia was at the door. Olivia? Which one's that?
The one whose husband is in a coma, I think.
You said you'd tell them all it was off. - I know. I was going to but...
First I wanted to see how things worked out with Anne-Marie and...
Sorry. - It's OK. I don't mind.
Well? How did things work out with Anne-Marie?
I walked out on her at the opera.
Why? - I saw... I started having doubts.
Leopold, Leopold, Leopold... You're going to have to choose, you know.
I don't know what to do. - I do.
Go away. Go away for a break.
Don't make fun of me, Julien. - I'm not. Not to Australia, just...
Somewhere nearby. Northern France.
Here. I won it in a competition on the Internet.
Three days, eh? A meal, a walk, a few glasses of wine...
Everything is back on track with Mrs Vossius. Here you are.
Why don't you go away yourself, with Jeanine?
Firstly: Jeanine on holiday is way worse than Jeanine at home.
Secondly: I can't go away now... My tree.
Was Liviu.
I am relieved. Really relieved. Liviu really over.
Can I next weekend off?
Yes, of course.
I ready for Romanian relationship in Brussels.
No... Uh, weekend.
Uh... weekend... next weekend... This weekend isn't possible.
We're going to France. At least, I'm going to France.
And you have to come too.
France? - I've booked it already.
I often go to Northern France. To paint. Didn't Aunt Ada tell you?
Lots of painters do it. They go to... to...
Used to do it too. Monet, for example.
Mon... Monet.
And I go too?
To take care of the practical things.
I have to be able to concentrate on my work.
Everything's paid.
And your wages... you'll still be paid them.
Marea Neagra, my sea.
North Sea my sea. I'll show you my sea.
Good.
Oh, and... If you... Please don't tell Julien.
He's rather jealous. Jeanine never lets him go away.
Alina?
Angry lady for you.
What did I do wrong, Leopold?
Is it some kind of cruel game I don't understand?
First you invite me round for coffee. And stuff me full of foreign desserts.
Then you...
You know.
And then you humiliate me in front of my friends.
I'm sorry, Anne-Marie.
But I'll be honest with you. That...
That music, those songs, they...
they were my dead wife Suzanne's favourite songs.
And... I couldn't...
In front of your friends I couldn't...
A man has his pride.
I didn't know, Leopold. - There's no way you could have.
Still... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
Right from the beginning, I knew.
You're a wonderful man on the inside.
Come round to my place this weekend. Just the two of us.
I'm going on holiday.
Again? - No... Yes.
Not really. Just away.
I'm going to France.
To somewhere I often used to go with Suzanne.
A sort of farewell? That's beautiful.
So you can start a new life afterwards, Leopold?
Dad, I've come to get the stuff that's in my room.
That's good of you. You know the way.
You're not going away? - Uh, yes. Uh...
Just over the border. To France. - Wow! You never go away.
With colleagues from school? - Hello.
You son from Leopold?
Alina, Maarten. Maarten, Alina.
Is she going with you? - Yes, for the practical things.
How did you find her? Via the Internet?
You've been conned, she's pregnant. Or is it yours?
Is that what you wanted to tell me?
Please, Maarten. She's a relation... a distant relation of Aunt Ada.
I wonder what Mum would think of this?
Why bring up your mother?
I've always wondered whether you felt anything when she died.
Of course I did. I just don't wear my heart on my sleeve.
No, no... You stay silent.
D'you know what Mum used to say? Your father is a locked door. A locked room.
No one can get in. Not even me.
She deserved better. - What should I've done when she died?
Died too? Got in her coffin with her?
Aren't I entitled to a second chance?
Maybe you are, Dad. Maybe you are.
That's more than I ever got from you.
Anne-Marie... have a good trip!
Alina?
Well! Casanova was an amateur!
Sea.
Sea, sea, sea!
Sea, sea, sea, sea, sea!
Boats.
Captain, may I cross the sea, yes or no?
Come. - No.
Come, come, come, come.
Sea. - Sea, yes.
That's England. - England?
Here.
The white cliffs of Dover. - The white cliffs of Dover.
England!
Hey, Monet!
Bonjour...
Bonjour.
Bonjour. Bonjour, madame.
Bonjour.
Thank you.
Jeanine couldn't have children
and Julien found that really hard to deal with.
That's why he started that...
that fantasy about children all over the world.
It's quite... - Sad.
And beautiful. - Yes, maybe.
What about you? Why no more children?
Mrs Suzanne want more children? - Yes.
But you think children burden.
Forty years at school and being a headmaster...
Not same.
Children live and you scared of living.
Oh, feel. Feel, feel!
Feel it? - Yes.
How many months?
Girl? Boy?
Congratulations to the pair of you.
Look!
Julien!
Leopold? - Yes?
Thank you for your sea. And for a lovely day.
Tomorrow will be even better.
Goodnight.
Your tree.
Alina?
Alina!
Do you still wish to wait, sir? - No...
Good evening, sir. - Good evening.
Madam? The same as the gentleman? - Yes.
You draw France, eh?
Monet, eh?
You lie.
Lie Anne-Marie. Lie women. Lie Julien.
And now you lie me.
Draw nothing.
You think: Girl Romania, I take her in nice hotel.
And now want respect with me. - That's not true!
No? Why I come too?
To see if you can get used to an old man like me.
But I already used to you. Egg soldiers...
Morning clean study, afternoon... - You ruin my shirts.
And bake inedible pole 'n brows and murder my vacuum cleaner.
You're a hazard in the kitchen, Alina!
And you're a hopeless housekeeper. Hopeless!
You fire me?!
I marry you!
I want to marry you.
I want to look after you and the baby. - Promise today, forget tomorrow.
For sex man promise everything, no?
Like Liviu. You and Liviu, same.
Maybe...
But... I thought it wasn't too late... to change.
What did you expect?
Good evening, sir. I believe these are yours.
Yes, thank you. - Good luck.
Your vacuum cleaner old rust.
My poale- n brau delicious.
Leopold... you and me... zero matching points.
I'm going to sort out the papers. Give them to me...
Have time. Not marry today. - Tomorrow.
Good afternoon. I'm getting married.
Congratulations, headmaster.
I used to go to your school. It was six years ago, but...
Leopold?
Mr Vossius is getting married.
I knew it!
You...
You shrivelled up old bastard!
You selfish creep! It's disgusting! You should be ashamed!
Anne-Marie... - Shame on you!
Leopold? - Oh, Julien!
I'm here. And I'm armed. - What's going on?
There! Her ex! He's here! A real mafia type!
Don't worry, I'm ready. One suspicious movement by Vladimir Bastard-ovsky
and I'll have him! - His name is Liviu, not Vladimir.
He's Russian! He's Russian! He's in the kitchen.
But don't worry. You and Alina are made for each other.
That Russian's not in your league.
As ugly as hell! I've never seen such an ugly face. A big, fat Russian face.
Stay there, Julien. I'll do this.
Are you OK? - I OK, darling.
Leopold, Liviu.
He say he change. He want me back.
But I stay with you, Leopold. He say a lot. I stay.
He want second chance, but cheat once, cheat always, no?
Alina...
He's sorry. He loves you.
And he's the father of your child.
I stay with you.
I stay with you...
I name child Leopold.
Leopold? D'you know it's a boy?
I not know. But I not care.
Say hello to Aunt Ada.
Liviu. Liviu.
OK.
Sa o iubesti.
Julien?
Jules?
Julien?
You let that Russian girl go. Such a wonderful girl.
I don't understand that. - Julien, I thought that I'd...
...that I'd lost you too.
Eh? - I thought that...
Nothing... Never mind. - Now what?
Now what? What are we going to do now? What are we going to do?
Hold on.
I don't like playing Scrabble. Do you, Leopold?
I've got to practise. Because Maarten's a champion.
Practise. Right, there. Practise. 'Basenji'. Is that alright?
Three, one...
...eight, one, that's sixteen points.
Thank you. - Are you sure it's officially accepted?
It's what? - It's off...
You mean, is it in the dictionary?
Yes. It's a type of African dog. Is it allowed?
It's allowed. - It's allowed. So... 'basenjis'.
3x word score...
Fifty-one points.
Translated by Christine Le Piez The Subtitling Company