FAMILY FOR RENT
If I may be so bold,
the doctor advised you not to listen to sad music, boss.
It's not sad.
It's the Pathétique.
Yes.
Nonetheless, this type of music...
is very dark.
The world is dark, Leon.
I think I'll take a blue one...
I get the feeling the green ones depress me.
How long will I need them?
I don't think this is the moment to stop, boss.
What are you supposed to do?
Starve to death?
I'd rather steal than beg!
I've looked for work for years! There aren't any jobs!
Are you ok?
Mommy, he's dead!
Are you alright, sir?
Look at that.
Here at the courthouse we're waiting for the release of Violet Mandini,
aka, "The Clobberer,"
in reference to her act...
They say it took the guard one hour to come round.
...Emile Zola's famous work
describing the ravages of poverty.
Violet Mandini! Over here!
Do you have anything to say?
They want to take away my children.
That's what they want!
I 'II die without my kids!
I'll die!
Did they tell you why?
Will you appeal?
Appeal to who?
- And the kids? - They say I'm a bad mother!
That my stealing jeopardizes their future!
But is stealing to eat a crime?
I say no!
But separating them from their mother is a crime!
Family...
My family...
There's nothing more precious.
In troubled times, family is a haven of peace.
Harmony,
gentleness, comfort...
And they want to deprive my kids of that?
Without your family's love,
you're no more than a sounding brass,
a banging cymbal.
St. Paul said it, not me.
What are you without family?
Nothing.
I saw you on TV. You sure gave it to them!
Thanks, hon. I tried.
I liked the part about St. Paul and the gang!
That was my lawyer.
But I need more than fancy words.
Hang in there!
Thanks.
What do you want?
Are you Violet Mandini?
Maybe.
Would you please come with me?
Uh...
No.
You should.
Why?
My boss has an offer to make you.
- Your boss? -Yes.
An offer that might possibly help you.
Mr. Delalande will receive you.
Can I get you something to drink?
No, thank you.
Ok.
I'm a rich man.
I make...
or rather I made computer software.
I see.
And then...
Later on...
I worked too hard and I burned out.
I burned out...
and sold everything.
Even my favorite software.
"Imaginestic."
So now you're unemployed?
No! I wouldn't say that.
But I no longer need to work.
You have enough money to live until you die.
Far more than that.
How can I help you?
That is an excellent question.
You can imagine, with my life...
I never had time to...
how do you say it...
found a family!
Yes, I can imagine.
And yet... as you said yourself, it's very important.
But I'm not sure...
I'm not sure that I can...
that I know how.
I'd like to try it out beforehand.
Try out what?
A family.
Try out a family?
Here's my proposal.
I'll pay your debts and one year's wages.
I'll ensure that the State doesn't take your children away.
And in exchange...
you let me be part of your family.
I let you be part of my family?
Yes.
He's mentally ill!
He's got real problems.
No one in real life wants a guy like that.
No wonder he's locked up all alone in his psychotic ward.
He's different. He's not a bad person.
May I?
Help yourself.
Thank you.
It's not because he doesn't have a family that he can buy one.
No one does that.
He wants me to lie to my children?
Make them think I met some...
Who's the guy who wears a black cape and lives in a cave?
Batman.
Yeah, that's it.
Just thinking about it makes me...
Just for money...
and debts...
A shitload of debts.
Firstly, not a word to the kids.
In my world, love can't be bought.
And I want it to stay that way for my kids. Ok?
Secondly,
we make them think that we're really in love.
Love at first sight.
Love at first sight?
Yes. It happens to me all the time.
Both my kids' fathers were love at first sight.
Even if they didn't stick around.
Trio...
Thirdly.
- What? - Excuse me.
You move in with me.
Because this is...
No.
No way.
There's no way my kids are moving into this...
bunker.
I understand, but you can't say this is...
My kids have their habits. School, their rooms, their friends...
I won't upset their lives.
No more sports cars or rich kid's toys.
I agree. No outward signs of conspicuous...
consumption.
The less your money shows the better.
You sort out my problems and in three months
we say goodbye.
Is that all?
For now.
Very well.
We're off to live a three-month family adventure!
I want a contract.
A clear and precise contract. In three months, the game is over.
Goodbye, Violet.
I guess...
we're going to...
That I'll have to...
Excuse me?
That we'll sleep together.
- We'll have to... -Yes?
We'll have to sleep in the same room.
Yeah, I see.
No, no, no!
Nothing else.
Nothing else?
I wouldn't dream of it.
I'm trying out a family, not a woman.
You mean...
- I don't have to... - No.
Really?
Ok.
If you say so.
See you Monday.
Drive around the block again, Leon.
- It's the fourth time, sir. -I know. It's the last time.
Then you can drop me off on the comer.
Alright?
Are you going to sleep here?
Of course! He's my sweetheart.
Since when?
No one told us. We're your kids, aren't we?
Yes, of course.
But we only met...
three days ago.
And so... it was...
it was...
It was love at first sight.
That's it. Love at first sight.
Again?
The players want to hear their fans!
Super! Yes, yes!
Only this time...
it's serious.
I thought you'd had it with love?
You don't control this kind of thing, Lucie.
It hits you over the head...
like a ton of bricks!
An Olympic record!
How did you meet?
I saw your mother on TV.
On T\/.
I found her strikingly beautiful.
And by pure chance,
we ran into each other...
at the employment office.
Oh, brother.
I was there because I want to start up a new company.
It takes money to start a company.
Of course.
But I have money.
Yes, he certainly does.
Could you tell me what he's doing?
The Fosbury Flop.
So there you go.
We instantly hit it off
and we decided to live together for three months.
- I mean for life! -To try it out, for life.
Do we have anything to say?
No.
Great. Welcome to North Korea!
Do you have kids?
No.
Then you can spoil us!
Spoil you? Maybe.
- How about an Xbox One? - Excuse me?
Auguste!
Get this straight, there'll be no extra spending.
Isn't that right, Mr. Andre?
- This isn't about money. -Absolutely not.
You call him "mister"?
Did she call me "mister"?
Did I say that?
I said that?
She must've said it for fun, because otherwise no.
No, not that I know of.
- No. -I don't call him "mister."
Or maybe for a joke!
Excuse me, could you get off my suitcase?
You know what I suggest?
To celebrate my arrival...
I'll take you out to the best restaurant in town!
Your choice. Your favorite place.
Auguste!
You're in their way!
Getaway! Mom, do something!
He's the one who started!
You're giving me a headache!
It's the first time we go outwith...
Uh... Paul-Andre.
Paul-Andre.
And you can't...
What's so funny?
It's his name.
Your name.
The dude's name is Paul-Andre.
That's right.
- Do you know anyone called Paul-Andre? -Yes, him.
Paul-Andre!
- Didn't your mother love you? - Stop it!
- His mother is dead. - She is?
What about your dad?
My father argued with...
My parents fell out.
And when my father left, my mother put me in boarding school.
Boarding school?
You poor thing!
No brothers or sisters or anything?
Nothing at all.
How old were you when your dad left?
Four.
Like Lucie's dad.
Auguste's dad left before he was born. Huh, Lucie?
Mine left when I was five.
Remy was nine and a half and I was five.
Yeah, but we're not weird.
Paul-Andre isn't weird.
Yes, he is.
Lucie, is your homework done?
Then go wash up! Come on!
No arguing. Do what I say!
I said to turn that off.
I'm not done! I didn't save my game!
Then it won't be saved.
Lucie! Bathroom!
I said into the bathroom!
Come on, both of you!
Stop arguing!
I'm turning this off right now.
Sweetheart, please.
Lucie! I won't say it again!
Leave it, I'll take care of it.
Auguste wants you to say goodnight and tell him a story.
Aren't we going to bed?
Nope. Bedtime story first.
You want me to do the dishes?
We'll do it tomorrow.
Paul-Andre, are you coming?
I don't know any stories.
Moreover, I'm not sure that telling stories is a good idea
because kids never know if they're true or not.
I guarantee you, bedtime stories are a great idea.
They can be extremely traumatic.
One trauma more or less...
This was your idea. You wanted to try out a family?
Bedtime stories are part of it and I could use a break.
I need to check the fine print in this contract.
That's where you get screwed.
Come on!
The train literally ran over him!
Was he squashed?
Of course he was squashed!
- The train cut him in half. - Did he die?
- Lucie, no smoking at night! -I'm not!
- Did he die or not? -Yes, he died.
But what?
You'll set the house on fire!
The two halves of his body...
the top part and the bottom part, got back together.
How?
- Put that cigarette out right now! -Leave me alone!
How did he do it?
He crawled.
The bottom part crawled back to the top part.
Then he looked for the guy who pushed him under the train
to make mincemeat of him.
What's mincemeat?
Don't tell me what to do, ok?
I'm your mother and you'll do what I say!
Mincemeat is ground meat.
Ok.
Is he going to grind him?
You'll find out next time.
I want to know now.
I'll run away!
Next time, ok? Now it's bedtime.
- Leon, it's me. - Yes, sir.
You have to get me out of here. It's horrible.
But you just got there.
Leon, you know the downward spiral theory.
The cogwheel starts spinning,
it gains momentum,
and the process becomes increasingly difficult to interrupt.
You know that, rig ht?
You should see this place!
You wouldn't believe how they live. It's total chaos!
- Paul-Andre, are you alright? -Yes!
- Are you sure? -Of course!
I'm having a quick wash.
Freshening up!
You'll call me back?
Of course, sir.
- You promise? - I promise.
Sorry.
What exactly are you doing?
Covering two pushed apart beds with one quilt
so it looks like we're sleeping together.
Smart thinking.
But we need to act a little more affectionate with each other.
Lucie already made a comment.
What did she say?
She said that when I'm head over heels in love, I'm more...
So we'll have to fake it in front of them.
But otherwise, no touching.
I'm wiped out.
I have a suggestion. Why don't we get a cleaning lady?
What for?
To straighten up a bit.
I'm not sure cleaning ladies know what they're doing.
Fine.
Can I have the left side?
- Sure. -Thank you.
Is everything alright between you and Lucie?
Of course. Why?
Just asking.
Tell me... do you mind if I read?
If what?
If I read? I need to read to fall asleep.
But don't worry, I'm fully equipped.
I can see that.
Who are you?
Excuse me?
Are you a homosexual?
I don't think so.
Impotent?
Not that either.
You are weird, after all.
Auguste was right.
He's got a good eye.
Men knock you up and split.
So no thanks.
All I want is a good job. Forget love.
And one more jerk won't change my mind!
Stop talking like that!
No! I'm sick of living like this.
You said no more men!
One day we're orphans,
-the next day we're not. -If you're not happy, leave!
That's not the point.
That's enough, ok?
Auguste, give me your bowl.
Good morning!
Good morning.
There you go!
What a pretty breakfast table.
- Sleep well? - Great!
Everything ok?
Just fine.
Except that the sun's out. I hate nice weather.
You don't like the sun?
No.
It depresses me.
Is that my telephone?
I'm only playing. I didn't look at your messages.
That's good, sweetie.
50!
What'll we do today? How about a museum exhibition?
Or we could go bowling?
We have to go to school.
Of course you do!
I have to help Remy. You know, my big brother.
And what do I do?
Why don't you try working too?
- I'll brush my teeth. -Very good, honey.
But hurry up!
You could walk Auguste to school.
- Watch outwith that! - It's cool.
He'd love it.
We'll see each other tonight.
Goodbye, kids.
Love you!
Goodbye, Mom!
Get out, it's my tum!
You're the one in my way!
The probability of a 6,000-mile-diameter meteorite
hitting Earth is almost zero.
But it doesn't need to be that big.
Six miles in diameter would be plenty!
There would be utter chaos and commotion.
It would be the end of the world!
Morn never talks about the end of the world.
Is it for sure?
It's mathematically proven.
I'm lousy at math.
What don't you understand? I can explain it to you.
Everything.
And I'm not just bad at math.
Lucie's the smart one.
It's because she studies harder.
It's not a question of studying.
You see, mathematics are like...
A great mathematician once said that math was like music...
You can leave me here.
I forgot to kiss you goodbye.
You know, just in case there's a meteorite.
Bye!
THE MANAGER IS IN THE STAIRWELL
Thanks, baby sis. You won't forget the mail?
No. Go on!
Ok.
Hey, listen...
Don't get too attached.
You know men, once they get what they want...
Get out of here.
And look for a soul mate while you're at it.
I have a soul mate.
You're my soul mate.
Hello?
Who?
Oh hello, Paul-Andre!
Yes. I'll be home for dinner.
The bisector of an angular sector divides the said sector
into two mirror angular sectors. That's simple enough, right?
What did you do this afternoon?
I saw a friend of mine.
So what is a bisector?
What's his name?
His name is Leon.
- Is he your best friend? - No.
He's my assistant.
The bisector is a line that comes from an angular sector.
What's an angular sector?
I already told you, an angular sector is that which relates to an angle.
You understand? An angle!
Then why don't you call it an angle?
You can call it an angle! That's not what matters.
What matters is that you understand what a bisector is!
When's the next meteorite coming?
I have no idea.
Are you scared?
No, I'm not scared.
We're not even 100% sure about this bisector!
About this meteorite!
For example, here.
Show me where you would place the bisector.
Here.
No. For one, it's wrong. And two, you always use a ruler!
Do you understand? You always use a ruler!
Ok? And you sit up straight!
You sit up straight when you do math. Math deserves respect!
Look who's here.
We were doing some geometry.
Are you ok?
Yeah.
- Did he explain it well? -Yeah.
- You'd tell me otherwise? -Yeah, don't worry.
You're sure?
Did you have a nice day, honey?
Swe eth eart?
Did you have a nice day?
Very nice.
- Be careful with my phone. - It's cool.
There's no more fat-free yogurt?
I'm sorry, I forget to get some.
What's new? You always forget about me.
I'm really sorry.
Maybe I could ask Leon to take care of it?
- Your assistant? -Yes.
We don't need Leon, we can go by ourselves.
What do you mean?
What do I mean? I mean go to the supermarket.
Us?
You mean a place where they have those little carts
that you ride around in?
That's very...
You'll have a hard time getting in, you know.
That sounds like an excellent idea! What if we did that?
We'll go shopping.
Can I be nosy?
I guess so.
Who hit on who?
That's a bit too nosy.
Mom usually loves telling us. Doesn't she?
Yes, but this time it was...
It was me. I'm the one...
You could say it was me who started.
I was totally lost at the unemployment office
because I couldn't fill out the forms.
And so... I...
I'd seen your mother before. I saw her on TV.
When I saw him looking at me,
I asked for help and he instantly sat down with me.
He filled out the form.
Just like that!
You see... and I...
I got up and stood behind him
so I could look over his shoulder.
And... I saw...
I saw...
The nape of his neck.
I saw the nape of his neck.
You know, Lucie, the nape of a man's neck is...
You'll understand one day.
Yes, it's...
And I fell head over heels in love.
I instantly wanted...
to touch him.
Like this.
Of course, I didn't do it.
But you must have sensed that I wanted to?
Yes.
- Did you feel it or not? -Yes.
Yes, he felt it.
He must have felt it because...
he took my hand like this.
Right away.
And it lasted...
It lasted a very longtime.
It was...
A Monday.
- It was Monday. -Yes, that's right.
And...
That's all.
That's what happened.
The quickest pick-up in history.
Yes! We made the Guinness Book.
You're all red.
I am?
It must be...
the memory of...
the emotion of the memory.
He's a real marshmallow at heart.
Oh,yes.
Didn't you say your mom was dead?
- Absolutely. - Because she's calling you.
It says "Mother."
So it does!
When you say "my whole family is dead," it means everyone!
You don't joke about that.
My whole family is dead, except my mother.
Small detail.
My mother and I rarely speak. It's as if she were dead.
That's terrible!
If my mother were alive, I'd smother her to death with kisses.
Figuratively speaking.
My mother and I... She doesn't like me.
She doesn't care what happens to me, so she must want something.
She didn't call to see how I'm doing.
What did you do to make her not like you?
Did you want to buy another mom with your pocket money?
No.
I was born.
Big mistake. One should never be born.
If she put you in boarding school, she must've had problems.
A mother always loves her children, one way or another.
Not mine.
MY Zipper.
You should call her back.
Thank you.
- Why are you getting dressed? - I'm going out.
I forgot! I met someone at Remy's place.
A good-looking guy.
He's got a fabulous clothing store downtown.
I thought you could babysit...
I won't be late, I promise.
Didn't you say that love was over for you?
Men...
I said love, not sex.
I have physical needs. I'm not a nun.
Paul-Andre!
My story!
Paul-Andre!
Paul-Andre?
I'm afraid.
What?
Can I get in bed with you?
Yes, ok.
Mom isn't home yet?
No. She's doing the grocery shopping.
At night?
Are you alright?
- I'm late! -I don't care!
- Clear off the table! - No!
- Shut up and do what I say, ok? - Thanks a lot!
I do everything around here!
I've had it!
Are you still planning on doing the shopping?
The shopping? Oh no, I forgot to tell you...
I might've found a job.
You know, the guy from last night.
I'm doing atrial period in his shop.
We're still doing the shopping, aren't we?
The shopping--
I can't find my keys.
The shopping?
No, later on I have to stop by Aunt Giselle's.
Hang on.
Here they are!
Yes, Aunt Giselle.
You'll meet her at the picnic this weekend.
Oh yeah?
Here's the shopping list.
I thought that maybe...
We need some fat-free plain yogurt,
low fat milk, macaroni and grated cheese.
- Ok. -Thanks.
Kids, are you ready to go?
Goodbye.
Goodbye, sweetheart.
- Come on. - See you tonight.
- Do you have to sulk every morning? -Leave me alone!
Who cleaned up my room?
My room is mine, it's off limits. No one comes in!
Is that so hard to understand, Mr. Genius?
Where's the ruler for the bisectors?
- Right hand drawer. - His room too?
- You're crazy, you messed up... -I cleaned up!
I cleaned up. Alright?
What is this?
The law of the jungle?
I wanted to find out, now I know. It's the law of the jungle.
Even family is the law of the jungle!
We're all...
We're...
We're all alone, is that it?
All I did was clean up.
The guy was an asshole.
He just wanted to use me.
I don't deserve this! Who do they think they are?
But...
How did he use you?
He wouldn't pay me for my trial period!
That's how.
You agree with me, right? He's using me.
First he sleeps with me, then he won't pay me for working?
On the other hand...
you wanted to...
sleep with him too, right?
- Would you have done that? -What?
Not pay you or sleep with you?
Both.
No. Neither one.
There you go!
- I feel so ashamed. - Don't.
I'm ashamed of this stupid game we're playing.
But the truth is, I can't do it alone.
I can't cope.
- For now... - No, I'll never be able to!
You're giving me a break and then what? It'll be hell all over.
You know what I feel like? Like a whore.
You like being part of a whore's family?
What's that?
It's for me?
You don't give ?owers to a whore.
Remy, put the tablecloth down!
Need a hand?
- Who have you met so far“? - Fabian. The driving instructor.
- Isn't his wife gorgeous? -Yes.
- Did you see his kids? -Yes.
- Who made that? -I did.
- It's fabulous. - Oh yeah?
- A caterer made it. - No, I did.
When I get bored at Remy'; I make table decorations.
- Are you serious? -Yes.
I think it's beautiful.
It's very...
- Thank you. - It's very creative...
You do it with vegetables?
- Fruit or vegetables. -Whatever comes...
into your head.
Violet's dream job wasn't particularly glamorous!
- Remy, come on! - Listen to this...
When I was about
18 and she was 14, you know what she wanted to be?
Get this!
She wanted to be a personal assistant.
We sure had fun teasing her about that!
Sorry, but that was my dream.
I knew it was silly because I'm not smart, but I loved the idea.
It must've been because of our neighbor, Mrs. Jouve.
Mrs. Jouve!
Mrs. Jouve, she was hot!
Watch it!
I loved watching her leave for work in the morning,
with her high heels clicking and super elegant suits.
That's right.
And when Dad saw her, he'd always say:
"Now that's a woman who has class."
it was real nice for Morn.
Don't you need to speak English to be a PA?
Yes, of course.
Not to mention spelling!
Because Violet, when it comes to spelling...
I'm dyslexic. It's not my fault!
All she cared about was boys.
Isn't that right, Violet?
- Boys were easier than spelling. -And you were more talented!
Yeah, you sure weren't dyslexic when it came to boys!
That was low!
Come on, it's true.
We're just joking.
Julie was meant to be a hostess. Weren't you, love?
I wanted to be a hostess ever since I was little.
That's different, that's classy.
Dad always said "without class you're nothing."
You either have it or you don't.
And Violet, you don't.
And you do?
No way! It runs in the family, we got no class.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me. -Yeah?
I think...
lf I may say so...
Violet is enthusiastic. She's cheerful, she's kind...
she's curious and people like her.
Contrary to what you say,
I think she'd make an excellent personal assistant.
Hey, we were joking. Joking, you hear?
It's our way of having fun.
No.
No, you're not joking.
How do expect her to have confidence
when all you do is knock down everything she does?
They have the right to talk.
You can't let these no-hopers...
Don't you insult my family! You're no better than anyone here.
That's for sure.
- It's... - Don't insult my family!
It's them...
He's warped.
Hey, it's ok.
Excuse me.
- My, my. -Where'd you find this one?
For the picnic next week, could we go to Chateaugrand instead?
Nina lives close by. I could invite her.
- Next week? - We'll see.
You're not having another picnic next week?
We have picnics every week! That's what family's about.
Thank god. Can you imagine us four alone all weekend?
Instead of picnicking each weekend, we might consider a concert
or a museum exhibition.
What?
I said I will not attend a family picnic every weekend!
You're a pain in the neck! You all are!
I want to get out.
- Calm down. - No, I'm getting out.
Please, I want to get out. Stop the car!
What did I say? It's been along day, everyone's tired.
Don't shit a brick!
Very elegant! Bravo!
What's your problem?
Picnics? Errands? The mess? You just don't like family!
When you talked about family, you said "haven of peace" and "harmony."
- "Human exchanges!" -I said that?
I listened to your interview again. You spoke of comfort...
"Without my family's love, I'd be a booming gong..."
But all you do is shout. Shout!
Like before my father left, all they did was shout.
Shouting from morning to night!
That's what family's about, shouting!
- You like when I kiss you. -Yes. I mean no!
No, because it's fake.
- But you like Auguste for real? -Yes.
You're not going to stop?
Listen, it's networking out. It was a very bad idea.
It's nothing but chaos.
You're going to leave?
I think it's the best thing to do.
And what about me?
I settled your debts.
So...
What about the one year's wages?
There was a two-week trial period.
- There was? -Yes.
I didn't see that. It was really written tiny.
Look for yourself. It's in the contract.
You know what I think?
I think you watched "Little House on the Prairie" too much!
You're no more mature than Auguste! Your family fantasy is infantile!
- So goodbye. I've had it too! - Do you want a man or not?
Make up your mind!
Violet...
I'm happy to see you again, boss.
I was thinking, we could buy something else.
A while back, you were thinking of an airplane.
But how about a zeppelin?
I like the idea of a zeppelin.
Zeppelins catch fire.
You're not going to...
You're not going to relapse, boss?
You haven't been out in three weeks.
I think...
This isn't easy to say, but...
I might have a hypothesis.
Maybe you miss Violet and the children.
No.
But...
Maybe it's up to you to take things in hand.
Meaning?
To return as head of the family.
You're the one who's paying, you make the rules.
It's...
Head of the family?
You lay down the law! You impose your concept of the world.
You set the pace.
We got off to a bad start, so I've decided to set things straight.
Anything left lying around
will be picked up by he who left it lying around.
Auguste, you know what I'm talking about?
We listen to each other.
We talk to each other. We're a family.
Ok?
As for pocket money...
I thought 200 euros a week,
not a penny more, would be quite...
Maybe 100 euros. We'll see about that later.
Whatever the case,
if you have any remarks to make, which would be normal,
a little box, which I shall make myself, will be put at your disposal.
You'll put your remarks inside -no spelling mistakes allowed -
and they will be considered in due time as is appropriate.
There you go.
Everything clear?
So you couldn't live without me?
Not at all.
It was a question of honesty.
I wanted to respect the contract.
It's really great that you came back,
but when it comes to raising the kids, that's my job.
Yes, but if I'm going to stay for two more months,
they're my responsibility for two more months.
Therefore, I am...
the head of the family.
I'm not used to that.
Me either.
Are you going out?
Yes, I have a date.
Nth...
a man?
Yes.
No.
No what?
No.
I understand you want to take things in hand
and you're doing a good job.
But this isn't about the family.
Could you help me?
This is about...
how can I put it... my personal life.
I'm free, it's written in the contract.
You don't want to see my family,
so if I can't see my friends...
Yes, but I paid.
Yes, but...
it was very clear that...
I don't know about you,
but I need to live.
I can't hang around here standing to attention.
Not even for two days.
It's impossible.
So two months, forget it.
I'm not asking for much, you know.
I just want to go out...
see people...
go dancing!
Maybe meet someone.
I don't know how you manage, but I couldn't stay that long without...
without making love.
And we're not going to make love.
It wasn't stipulated in the contract.
There you go.
There's not a single book that can replace that.
Try it, you'll see.
Could you say that again? "it wasn't stipulated in the contract."
It wasn't stipulated in the contract.
I don't know why, but it really turns me on.
Wait a second.
I don't want...
I don't want to take advantage of you.
Besides, I haven't done this in ages.
Forgive me.
I'm sorry, forgive me.
Forgive me.
I don't believe it.
- Hey. - I'll get my things.
Hello, stranger!
So...
you coming back to our picnics?
To be honest, I haven't had time to think about it.
Ok, I'm going.
Where?
To Giselle's. Her cleaning lady is off for the week.
Then I'll watch Remy's office for a few hours.
No.
- Bye. - Have a nice day, sweetie.
We need to go grocery shopping.
So we're going grocery shopping.
Because we need groceries.
Violet can do what she wants.
I think that...
this is what she wants.
He's not entirely wrong.
We're a family and we need groceries.
You...
- You're abandoning me? - No!
It's just that...
you didn't give me much warning.
And we'd made plans.
I'm your brother. Do I have to call for an appointment?
Yes.
We just need to organize things differently for a while.
Fine, I got it. Bye.
We'd agreed? We said we'd go grocery shopping.
Is it far? I feel sick.
Not in the car.
It's Remy again.
He's furious that we're going to your mother's rather than the picnic.
He says I'm abandoning them.
He says I'm betraying my family.
- I'm afraid for him. - Afraid of what?
Watch the road, asshole!
Be careful, I could lose my license.
We have to hurry if we want to stop off at Hotel Tescou.
Why are we stopping on the way to your mother's?
Because I decided to.
Mom?
Can we sing like when we were kids?
Sing and heave, and heave and sing, Hoodah, hoodah!
Heave and make the handspikes spring Hoodah, hoodah, day!
And it's blow, boys, blow For Californio!
There's plenty of gold so I've been told On the banks of the Sacramento
From Limehouse Docks to Sydney Heads Hoodah! hoodah!
Was never more than seventy days Hoodah, hoodah, day!
And it's blow, boys, blow For Californio!
There's plenty of gold so I've been told On the banks of the Sacramento!
- Where's Paul-Andre? -He's calling his mother.
Our Seasonal Delights.
We didn't order that, sir.
They're canapxzs, ma'am.
"Canapés"? I don't understand.
They're starters, Mom.
It's free, ma'am.
That would surprise me.
We'll wait for Mr. Delalande before starting
the "canapés," as you say.
Very well, ma'am.
I bet it's Remy.
He says he hopes we're having fun.
Then he says:
"I hope you're enjoying your newfound social status,
"which is completely destroying a united family."
He writes well.
I shouldn't have told him we were eating in a fancy restaurant.
I hope you're proud of us, we know how to behave in public.
I'm very proud of you.
You're very elegant.
- I'd like to make a speech. -Not too loud, Mom.
Sorry. I'd like to make a speech.
Today...
I'm going to make five wishes.
Because...
I've had five new experiences for the first time.
It's the first time that...
anyone has ever held a door open for me.
It's the first time that...
I've been offered "canapés."
It's the first time that I've seen my kids in such pretty surroundings.
Thank you.
It's the first time that...
people call me ma'am all the time and never argue.
And it's the first time that...
that...
Go on.
I realize that I like my life,
because if I were someone else this never would've happened.
And that would've been a pity.
Come on.
This is totally embarrassing.
Thanks, Paul-Andre. Now I know what being ridiculed means.
- Everyone does it. - My school principal would never do it.
Even the minister of interior wears a bathrobe
to go to the steam room.
The Dalai Lama too.
And the Chinese Emperor.
There is no more emperor.
Don't worry, kids, the visit to my mother's won't last forever...
You simply need to grin and bear it...
and it'll be over in no time!
Like a visit to the dentist.
Then it'll be done, and what's done is done.
And what's done is done and doesn't need to be done again.
That's the nice part, you move on. We can do it!
Aren't you supposed to relax in a steam room?
I'm relaxed. I'm very relaxed.
Will I get all nervous too when I come to visit you later?
There's a good chance.
Go France!
Evra!
He makes a pass to Olivier Giroud!
Nice shot!
What field are you in?
The home.
Interior design?
No, unemployed.
At home.
Perhaps you have a personal fortune, like my son?
Not really.
Personal misfortune is unfortunately more like it.
I take care of Violet. Her children are my responsibility.
Excuse me?
Her children are my responsibility, Mother!
I certainly hope it's temporary.
I put him in a very strict boarding school
for family reasons.
I must admit, it didn't help him become independent.
We are the way we are.
It's a goal!
What's that child doing!
Hey you! Watch out for my ?owers!
- Auguste! - I've got it under control!
Responsible for a family... That takes the cake!
Paul-Andre loved playing mommy and daddy with Sandra when he was little.
They were this close to marrying! I'll never understand what happened.
Now they're both alone, like me.
Paul-Andre needs a strong woman
who can take care of him.
An independent woman.
I'm independent.
I mean a woman who is truly his equal.
One who isn't motivated by interest, who doesn't need money.
Mother!
Can't I talk about you?
It's not against the law.
Are you expecting company?
Mother!
Oh, it's Sandra! She came to renew my prescription.
I have to take care of myself.
He shoots! The crowd is going wild!
I apologized, Mom. I said I was sorry.
I know, sweetheart.
Come on, Auguste.
It's nothing serious, Irene.
It'll feel hot, but that's all.
What a clumsy boy!
How are you?
You haven't changed.
Thank you. You haven't either.
Thanks.
Yet if my memory serves me well,
the world has been rushing inexorably towards disaster...
-ever since... - The dawn of time.
- I've heard that one too. - Daisy...
Violet.
Bring me a glass of water.
Sure.
- I'll get it. -No, that's ok. I've got it.
Does nice weather still bother you?
Sometimes, yes.
You should have live-in help, Irene.
Yes, Sandra, you're right.
- Do you want me to take care of it? - Sure. I trust you.
Here you go.
You're very welcome.
Sandra specialized in traumatology. She's one of the best.
Traumatology?
WOW!
That's great!
What kind of patients do you treat?
Traumatized ones.
It depends. Sometimes the elderly...
I also have a degree in sports medicine.
For the anecdote, my last patient fractured his knee
while attempting to escape from a police van.
I've been in a police van.
Right, Paul-Andre?
A police record and the whole nine yards!
That's actually how we met.
A miscarriage of justice, I presume?
Nope, caught in the act. Assault and battery against a guard.
- Against a what? -A cop.
- Then that means you're... - She's joking.
No, I'm not joking.
Yes, you are. You're joking.
That's right, sorry.
I'll go for a walk and stop shaming you.
Are you ok?
Yes, fine.
I warned you.
She doesn't like me.
I don't know why, but it's a fact.
So it always ends badly.
Your mother's not the problem.
You're the problem.
Me?
What did I do?
You're still in love with Sandra.
Your mother knows it. She feels it.
I can see it too.
You don't need a college degree.
What are you talking about?
It's no big deal. It's the way it is.
She's better for you, it's obvious.
She's beautiful...
she's traumatological...
She doesn't have kids and she loves you.
You know...
when I was a teenager
and relatively impetuous,
I often sought refuge in this pavilion.
I liked thinking about the woman who might one day share my life.
And I said to myself...
I would love...
to be here...
when I told her I loved her.
I think it's a beautiful spot
to ask someone...
if she wants to share your life, for better or for worse.
And tell her that a young love won't stand in the way.
- There's couch grass everywhere. -Yes, there is.
There's even a tag over there.
"Go fun...
An angry teenager, I imagine.
But girls like being told things like that...
even in strange places.
It's always nice to hear.
You know...
what I really feared...
wasn't that the girl wouldn't like the spot...
but that she wouldn't like me.
Oh yeah?
That would be a very cold-hearted girl.
- Because... - Really?
Where's Paul-Andre? What are they doing?
And what's that ringing?
It's Mom's phone.
Can't someone please answer'? It's the umpteenth time!
Go on, answer it. It's killing my ears!
So you let yourself be bought?
You let him buy your kids too?
You abandoned me for money? I found your contract!
"In exchange for settling her debts
"and the equivalent of one year's wages,
'Violet Mandini agrees to make
"Paul-Andre Delalande part of her family for 3 months!"
You found another crackpot! I don't believe it!
He paid you
to be his girl?
You lied to all of us.
Shit, we trusted you!
I swear to god, Violet, you disgust me!
What happened?
She threw a fit.
Lucie?
What's wrong?
Come on, tell me.
Why did she do this?
Remy told her you guys had a contract.
That it was all fake.
It's not all fake. It's not.
Lucie...
Get away from me.
Is it fake or not?
No.
You can tell when feelings are fake.
Did you feel like it was fake?
Then that means it's real.
There's nothing more I can do. I'll get going.
Here's my card.
You never know.
I'm not getting in the car with him.
Don't try to mess with me. It's me or him.
Paul-Andre, get lost.
My mom is family, I have to see her. But not you!
It would've been too complicated anyhow.
I'm sorry for you.
No.
Don't even go there.
Don't pretend you care.
You don't give a damn about either Violet or Lucie.
Or about me for that matter.
It's not my fault if the poor girl's nerves snapped.
Don't call her "poor girl."
You almost sound loving.
But you've never been loving.
That's why I'm not.
Ok, everything? my fault.
What are you doing?
Calling Leon. I want to go home.
You're leaving right away? Can't you stay a while?
No, Mother.
I'll leave you alone.
Because you love being alone.
And I like being alone too.
You're so much like your father when you act this way.
Hello, Leon?
Yes, it's me.
Could you pick me up at my mother's as soon as possible?
Thank you.
No, Mother.
Let me do that.
I'll do it.
You have a first client for your table decorations?
Yes.
A wedding.
You don't say!
That's so cool, Mom.
A wedding is fantastic. You must be happy.
Yes. I'm very, very happy.
Did you find a name for your company?
No.
It's Tuesday.
I have to file the papers on Tuesday.
It was Lucie who helped me with the paperwork.
She was very sweet.
"Violet's Déco!"
That's pathetic.
You need an English word.
It would be better.
For example,
"Violet's Style." How's that?
That's great. Do you like "Violet's Style"?
"Wolefs Style..."
Yes, that's nice.
I think it's nice.
You manipulated us! You played with our feelings!
And what about me?
Did it ever occur to you for a single second,
that I might be shaken up
b'! my feelings?
Thank you.
You don't go out at night anymore.
I don't have time anymore with my company.
Yeah, I guess.
- Hello! -Hi Lucie!
There she is. Get a bowl for her.
Hi!
Thanks.
How's life?
Great.
Mind telling me where you were?
At Paul-Andre's.
What?
I don't know why you came back. There's no point.
There's always a point.
To coming back?
It only means leaving again.
Not necessarily.
You can come back...
and stay forever.
I don't think so.
That kind of thing never works out.
Of course it can workout.
We all get along, don't we?
Mom's right.
Nothing ever works out.
Besides, we're too noisy for you.
I could...
I like it when you make noise.
I think it's great. Honestly.
You say that now.
What about in three weeks' time?
You'll be fed up. That's the reality.
Right? In the long run, no one gets along.
And we're much too messy.
You can't live with people like us.
It's pure hell.
Yes.
What's wrong with all of you?
Whatever? meant to be will be. You have to trust life.
We're happy together.
Aren't we?
We missed each other.
Lucie. We missed each other, right?
We'd be heading straight for disaster.
That much we know.
In the end, you're always alone.
Always.
Don't forget the end of the world!
Yeah, that too.
The end of the world...
It's serious stuff.
Death period.
We're all heading for death. That's a fact.
There's death...
and disease...
Yes! I hadn't thought of that.
- Very true. It was about time. - Metastases...
Absolutely. Heart attacks...
- Heart attacks! - It could happen any time.
I think it would be better to end it all now.
- It's the surest thing. - Maybe you're right. Good idea.
I agree, there's no point in...
- On top of it, the sun's out. - Oh my god!
The sun's out. How horrible!
It's so depressing when the sun's out.
You think it'll last?
Yes. For the rest of your lives.
How horrible!
What'll we do?