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My name's Julien. I'm 15.
That's me.
OK, let's say I'm 14 and a half
I'm destined to be in love with my cousin Julia.
Behold. Whatever way you look at her, it's worth it.
She's more beautiful than Venus. The naked woman in the scallop shell.
At least, I think so.
This is Puone, Julia's sister.
My cousin too, of course.
She's superhuman.
She can talk for five minutes without breathing or thinking.
Problem is, she loves me.
She won't even let go of me so that I can take a leak.
That's auntie Adele, my cousins' mother.
She's anxious about the calories that chase her down to make her fat.
That's my sister Claire.
Always removing her hair peacefully in the sun.
Luckily, it grows back, otherwise her days would seem never-ending.
She's to marry into money with him.
It's not a very interesting topic.
My mum, she's very sweet but she gets mad when money doesn't come in.
And money keeps staying out.
So she eventually decided to take in lodgers.
A German scientist who avoided fascism...
with her daughter...
and an actress who avoided the talkies.
Finally, this is my dad.
Always dressed up to the nines and wearing perfume.
We feel like we're his poor relatives or his Bedouins.
Actually, among the Bedouins, we find...
Mr. Lacroix, the steward...
Mrs. Lacroix, his wife...
Mathilde, the lady's maid...
Justine...
Madeleine...
and Angele, the maids.
Antoine...
and Matthieu, the farmhands.
Mr. Bazu, the postman.
Otherwise, the summer looks promising.
We're in 1939...
and life has never been so peaceful.
COUSINS IN LOVE
Get a move on and don't dawdle on the way.
What do you mean "dawdle"?
You must be joking!
Breakfast is served, madam.
Mathilde, come here, I have to talk to you.
- Morning. - Morning Mrs... I mean Miss.
- How are you? Did you sleep OK? - I did.
- He's so ugly! - Who?
Mussolini in swimming trunks, he's dreadful
I heard he loves spaghetti.
Quiet! Now, it's me...
- Morning, ladies. - Morning, Mr. Bazu.
- Have you fed him? - He's always peckish. Rex!
- Nothing for me? - No, Mrs. Clementine.
From such a far country!
Not the plumber again!
For Mrs. Adele... It's a veined pebble.
- It's beautiful. - It's just a stone!
Would you mind removing your bicycle from my jam?
Sorry! Right, have a good day, ladies. See you tomorrow.
Your bag, Mr. Bazu. What's in it?
- My pebbles. - Pebbles?
I'm building myself a palace.
- Morning, honey. - Morning, auntie Agnes.
- Had your breakfast yet? - Yes.
- Morning. - Right, I'm going
- I'm so nervous. - Take care of yourself!
She's riding her mare for the first time.
I found a poppy.
Nasty animal!
Sorry, I thought it was the dog.
- Did I hurt you? - No, I'm OK.
Where's my clip?
She loves me... she loves me not...
- Stop it, you're annoying me! - She loves me.
- Don't play the innocent with me! - I don't.
Leave me alone!
Morning Antoine, it looks like the perfect day to get slapped.
That's quite a show there, poor thing!
I'm going to tell you a secret. I'm in love.
Don't repeat it to anyone!
We need firm-handed men. Here you are!
Did you take a look at yourself? Take this tray.
- And cover yourself up! - Well, I had my hands full.
Playing with a wooden stick?
Hitler won't spoil his appetite for sure!
When Madelon came to serve us drinks.
Under the arbor, we touch her underskirt
and he beat his wife with a big stick.
And he beat his wife with a big stick...
Come on, chop chop!
Why did you remove your straps?
- I know what you're getting at. - It's for the strap marks.
- What's with you? - I want to.
Behave. Careful with my tan oil.
Here.
Can't you give me a break?
I'm allowed... I'm allowed, honestly.
We said, once in Venice.
Breakfast.
Good grief, what a mess!
Orderliness is a façade. It goes with time.
Really?
- Is that all? - That's enough!
By order of Mrs. Agnes. As long as the lodgers don't pay...
Even Miss Clementine...
she fell into arrears.
- You have mail from Berlin. - Thank you.
- Can you keep the stamp for me? - Sure.
- Why don't you buy me a horse? - You'll get one when we're in Venice.
Go on, go see Justine!
Justine is like me. Free love.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
She's a modern woman.
- And she's not stupid. - Stupid?
Morning, perfect day to get slapped.
- He's so stupid! - Look at that poor thing.
Puone, stop it. It's not a toy.
- Here's Julien, at last... - Julien!
Julien, my love
I dressed up Rex as an aviator.
- I've grown seven centimeters. - Look...
And I've got all my teeth
Julia got a mare for A-level. But nothing for me!
- Hello, Mum. - Hello, darling.
Hello, big boy, I was waiting for you.
That's not the right number.
Whistling kisses, best kisses.
- Are you hungry? - Yes, he's hungry. Aren't you?
Go to the kitchen. Your aunt ate it all, even the cloth.
Come on.
Not so big!
- Hello. - Mr. Julien!
You've broadened out!
- I'm hungry, can I eat something? - Of course, Justine!
- I'll fix him something. - Move over.
- Mr. Julien, a bit of plonk? - No, thanks.
Where have you been? Your cheek's all swollen.
Me? I banged my head against the stable door.
A door with five fingers! Come on, help yourself to toast.
Wake up, Matthieu, pass me the butter.
Come on, wake up. Pass me her butt.
You two are a real pain in the neck!
Come on, show them your shoes.
Have you seen his shoes?
- What's with my shoes? - Hey, what is this bulge?
- Stop it! - Matthieu, look.
He's sleeping, that's enough. Watch the children!
Don't worry. We know this stuff.
See? Only you don't know this stuff.
Leave me alone. Go see your door.
- The balls are in the jar. - OK.
- Got your bat? - Yes.
- Great. - Give it to me.
See? In theory, I need the ball to throw it.
- Be a dear, don't start, OK? - Look, honey...
The car's here so make it shine!
- Good. - OK, let's go.
Right, here goes.
Ready? I'm serving.
Hang on, I have those stupid stockings!
- You're playing in stockings? - Well...
So what? You've messed up your trousers.
- Right, what's the score? - Still 15 to 5.
Good doggy.
Move like this, this, this Little puppets, little puppets...
- Here's your brother. - Julien, look, I'm playing Ping-Pong.
- And my creams? - They're on your bed.
- Have you seen Mum? - Baby, please.
- We don't have time for this. - There's no panic!
- You make me laugh, honestly. - Well, not me.
- Hi... Don't you want to kiss me? - Let him concentrate.
Right...
- Got it? - Yes.
Firstly, the left hand...
- Do you wear bras? - Of course
I shave.
Secondly, the left knee...
Have you received my letters?
Your letters? You mean your novels!
Right, I got it.
Thirdly, open chest...
Have you seen how much our rosebushes have grown?
What? Oh yeah...
- And fourthly... - I brought something for you.
Thanks.
Well done! I broke a nail.
Aesthetics or sport, make up your mind.
You know what? I have made up my mind, bye!
Oh for God's sake, now is not the time!
Fetch the pebble!
Julien, always the last to show up.
Thanks for the creams...
No, I don't want the dog!
Today, July 5th 1939...
after years of research, I think I've isolated the soul.
- It's wonderful! - Are you going to sell it?
Charles, who the devil to?
- Who is she? - The professor's daughter.
She doesn't like boys. I'm telling you.
What is it?
Swiss blade.
It's for you.
It's very sweet, thank you.
- And what do souls look like? - They're very volatile.
Speaking of which...
Coming, coming...
You scared me.
Stop it, I'll mess up my clothes.
Man, that's a lot of food! Can I have a taste?
- Can I have a taste? - Justine will be here soon
I say, it tastes better on you.
Leave me alone!
- The boss won't be happy. - So?
- She hasn't been too kind lately. - Her husband can't please her.
Careful!
- And Fougeras Lavignole? - Lavergnolle!
Yes! La... vergnolle. Still no news?
No, but I'm used to it. He always takes ages.
- Is that her husband? - No, her manager.
I heard he's her lover.
- You know what a lover is? - Well...
- Are you gonna shoot a film? - No talking around the table.
That's OK. Yes, based on Anna Karenina.
- Will there be lions? - No.
Something's going on.
What a way to behave! You two are like dogs.
Hey, stallion, go back to your stable. We'll talk later.
And what's this?
- It's the chicken. - Well, pick it up.
Cover yourself up
I can't help it. They're hanging out
I'll tidy it up for you. Come here.
Of course, there's a button missing. Scram.
And the chicken!
Baby, show the ring to madam.
Madam, since you like jewellery.
At last!
It's so small!
- It's an investment! - Beautiful.
My father's the only man who finds diamonds at the bottom of bathtubs.
Is he a plumber?
His father made a fortune working in toilets.
My wife loved jewellery.
Do you remember your mum?
She was a whore.
Give me the ring back, please.
That chicken was tied down.
Do you remember going to the river?
- Are we there yet? - Hey, wait for me!
Wait, I only have a low gear.
Wait, I need a wee.
Hurray for solidarity!
Should we stop here?
When I ride my mare, she does the pedalling.
It's dirty!
You're always moaning.
Hey, it's Charles. Charles!
- So, Bartali, do you have a puncture? - That thing is very slow going.
- OK, I get the hint. Hop in. - Oh, thanks!
You take care of my bike.
- What are you doing? - I'm looking for something.
What?
Wait, is it a Swiss blade?
Sort of...
How did you get that?
Well... I traded it.
- For what? - A secret.
- What secret? - Well...
It's about Charles. When he's in love, he...
Are you sure?
His face gets jammed.
Come on, stop it, it tickles.
Didn't you put some lipstick on?
- Whose would it be? - Claire's.
- I'll tell you something about Charles. - What is it?
Go ahead. Invite her
- I can't dance. - Neither can she.
Go.
I can't dance
I'd like to.
You're such a good dancer!
Like in the movies.
Is it the priests who taught you?
It's the last bottle.
The mayor is waiting outside. He needs to see you.
Ask him to come by tomorrow. My husband will be here.
He is insistent.
All right, I'll go. Save some champagne for me
I'll probably need it.
Wait, I'm thirsty.
Is that the beat?
- Shall we dance? - She can't.
All the more reason.
Shall we?
- Stop, I've had enough. - I was just getting into it...
That mayor!
He claims excessive money just for the water.
The Popular Front, what a mentality!
Professor...
Here, drink.
Naturally, it's tepid.
- How's your hiccup? - Better.
Excuse me
July 5th 1939
I danced with him.
Feeling his breath on my skin was exciting.
I think he loves me...
but it can't happen.
We must be strong.
My cousin Julien is a piteous sight.
Poor thing.
If only he could know true love, it would transform him.
My God, this is all so difficult!
A soul.
It's cold!
What is it?
It's me.
- Not now. - It's urgent.
Come in.
What do you want?
I need to talk to you.
Do you think now is a good time?
Thank you, leave us alone
I'm listening
I can't stand your little game with this guy. You two are ridiculous.
- Who are you talking about? - You know.
- Close your eyes. - What?
Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse out.
So?
Have you thought about Claire?
Can you rub my back?
Damn you!
I'm bored. It's a rotten life!
- Do you want to play a game? - Quiet, I'm thinking.
Nonsense! You know what I think? You're wrong.
Look at Charles, he doesn't think...
and it works out for him.
Who's that?
Hey, Julien, come and take a look!
Be quiet and come here.
Julien, come take a look!
Hurry up, I'm telling you. You won't regret it.
How does it feel to see a naked woman?
Hurry up, we can't miss this!
Help!
Afternoon, madam.
- What now? Why have we stopped? - It needs to cool off.
- Fancy a swim? - I can't, I don't have my swimsuit.
Me neither.
- Let's go. - Wait!
I'd like to drive.
- OK, take my seat. - What?
- Do I start the engine? - No, later.
All right, see this leg?
It's for the accelerator.
Now, this one...
the left one, is for the brake.
Your hands are cold.
Look, don't be so stiff. Relax.
- The keys! - Where are they?
- I dropped them. - Where?
- Here, here! - Where?
Flowers!
- I'm going to make up a bouquet. - Where are the keys?
Damn, it's so hard!
Move over, I'll do it
I'm going to look for the keys.
Shit, I cut myself.
Are you hurt? Let me see.
- Help me. - You're bleeding!
Don't stand there, come.
Let go of me, you'll make me fall.
Keep your hands away!
- You're so tall! - It's because you're on your knees.
Stand up!
- I'm good. - Stop it!
You've made another stain.
Let's go for swim... Let me go!
- A bee! It stung me on my thigh! - Where?
- No, my foot. - Ah, your feet!
- I can see the keys! - Where?
Where are they?
There? Where?
Sir, I think I've noticed lipstick on your lips.
Thank you, Lacroix.
Here's Dad!
Oh heck!
- My dear Daddy! - Hi, honey.
- Do you have my wedding dress? - Oh!
Of course I do!
Well done! Well done!
- Are you sure there's ribbons? - Of course.
- Hello, Matthieu. - Hello, sir.
Hang on, easy does it!
- Here, Matthieu. It's for you. - Thanks, sir.
All right, let's go in.
- Don't look at it, it's bad luck. - It might as well be.
It's so nice and quiet.
Shut the window, Edouard, you're letting the insects in.
On the secretaire, there are three letters...
for the due dates.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, you'll talk to the professor and to Clementine.
They owe me three months' rent.
- By the way, what about her manager? - A lot of hogwash!
The mayor came yesterday. He wanted to talk to you.
How are you going to pay for all this?
My boat is so small...
and the sea is so vast.
You have a boat, now?
By the way...
thanks!
How considerate! Even more than the farmhand.
You used to love artists.
You're right, I'm letting the insects in.
Maybe you can't see it from your boat...
but you have a family and a son...
who, by the way, is going through a gloomy puberty.
It's nice to chat with you.
Do you know you're marrying off your daughter?
You're marrying her off!
To a plumber's son!
Well, come in.
Don't just stand there, you're intimidating me
I can't sleep.
What are they?
My first souls.
- Is pink for girls? - Colors are for my pleasure.
Souls have no gender.
Where do you find them?
When someone dies...
I catch it.
This one's 20 days old.
What do you do with them?
I observe them, then I set them free.
They don't belong to me. They're here.
They're passing.
Like love?
Yes, like love.
Are you sad, young man?
It's good for you sometimes.
Too much happiness makes you stupid.
Look at me...
I was teaching at university.
I had a house...
a wife.
Ah, the sun!
It's almost like Italy
I shot a costume film there
Florence, Siena, Capri...
Spaghetti!
Mussolini.
Gustave, the jam of Venice.
It tops anything else.
You eat flowers now?
Speaking of Gustave, he couldn't open his casino without our money.
True, but he was so nice after that.
And he died with dignity.
- Where's my daughter? - With her mare.
You have no money and you buy her a horse.
It was a tiny mare for her A-levels.
You get your daughter a husband to redo the roof of the house.
Where are you?
- I'm here, baby. - What are you doing?
I'm thinking... about your breasts.
Think of something else.
- It's worse. - Tell me you're not thinking about her.
- Who? - You know who I mean.
That kid? No such luck!
You're a liar
I'd like to sort your head out.
Look, it's Charles.
Scram, kids!
That's our home!
Come on, I have an idea. The sheep...
Come here, little sheep.
What are you doing up there? Get down!
I like it when you're like that.
Darling.
You're sleeping!
Should I tell you what we'll do in Venice?
Close your eyes.
Feel how hot I am?
If you promise not to take advantage of it...
I'll take my swimsuit off.
The sheep's stolen the car!
- Can I come in? - Yes.
Poor Julien, you're grounded again.
- You're too old for this kind of silliness. - As if I care.
Your bed is so comfortable.
Compared to ours.
Can I lie next to you?
I'm so tired!
Well, relax. I'm not going to eat you.
Have you ever kissed a girl?
Of course I have.
On the lips?
Sometimes.
And you told her nice things?
Of course.
Can you do it to me?
Now?
Well, you're not saying anything.
Don't you know a poem from school?
It snowed.
A defeat was our conquest red.
For once the eagle was hanging its head.
Sad days...
Hang on, let's make ourselves more comfortable
the Emperor turned slowly his back.
Leaving behind him...
Moscow in...
Leaving...
Moscow in...
in flames.
What is he going to do with Poland?
Why not Belgium?
Anything can happen with him.
- What's wrong with him? - Nothing.
He wants Puone and Julien
Professor, do you think dogs have souls?
Possibly...
- We can't hear ourselves think! - Rex!
Look, is that punishment really important?
Is your car really damaged?
- But what about the sheep? - It's not as serious, I'll go.
Don't you know another one?
Do you know Latin?
Who cares, I'm on holiday.
If Antoine saw you...
what a hammering you'd get!
I'm only joking.
What the devil are you doing to him?
Edouard, come here!
Aren't you hungry?
Do you want one?
- Is Mum really upset? - She'll calm down.
Mathilde is going. She's been fired.
But I gave her the address of a friend in Paris.
It's not my fault.
That's between you and you.
When you start smoking, you don't burn others.
Anyway, next time, try not to get caught.
- What time did you go this morning? - 6:00.
- Here's the new one. - Thanks.
- She's so young. - You'll put away your luggage later.
- Show her where her room is. - Will do.
Wake up at 6:00. Two meals a day.
Meat is served three times a week.
Every four Sundays you can see your mother.
I don't have one.
- You'll get a Christmas gift. - And Jesus will bless you.
Watch it!
All right, come.
- Sit down. Are you hungry? - A little.
- Here. What's your name? - Agnes.
- What? - Agnes.
You'll have to change because Agnes is the name of the boss.
Yeah, it's annoying.
- What can we call her? - Well...
- Madeleine is pretty, isn't it? - True.
- It's quite good. - Madeleine it is! Let's christen her.
Here, have a drink, sweetie.
- We'll help you make a stash of money. - Leave her alone, she's not for you.
He's my husband-to-be.
- What about the boss? - Don't worry. He's harmless.
She's the boss. She's the one with the money.
- Is she that rich? - No!
She owns the house but she's spent all the rent.
What business of hers is it?
You have to understand...
These people are very clumsy.
- You'll keep her busy. - OK.
We need to fill in the letter.
Listen.
"Dear mother"
"I'm doing well. The food is good"
"I sleep well too"
"I hope that you're well when you receive this letter."
"Your beloved Matthieu."
- Can't I send her lots of love? - If you want.
It's a good house. I know the boss.
Have you seen my car?
- What's going on? - I need to talk to you.
The new one's arrived and Charles is already in love with her.
They arranged to meet.
- What are you talking about? - He hangs around her.
- Are you sure? - Of course! I heard everything.
OK, come with me. Come on!
Hurry up!
You're writing to Julia?
You're arranging to meet her
"when the rooster sings."
- Why did you sign Charles? - Take this to Julia's.
- Try not to be seen. - Oh, more romance!
Charles, are you here?
Are you here?
Madeleine, are you here?
Are you here?
I'm here, sir
I'm glad you came.
Why are you shaking?
- Are you going to get naughty? - Of course not, don't be afraid.
- No, please. - Yes, come on.
Please.
Bastard!
You bastard!
She hasn't come home to eat.
- You looked everywhere? - Yes.
- In the attic? - Not the attic.
- She's not in the stable. - Isn't she?
- Julia. - Julia!
- Have you seen Julia? - No, I have a headache.
- Has anybody got some aspirin? - Julia!
- It's me, open up. - Go to bed. I'm afraid of the thunder.
- So open up. - Go to bed, I say
I don't know what's come over her.
- Angele? - What?
- Who is it? - It's me.
- Are you scared of the thunder? - No, go away. I'm sleeping.
She's deaf.
It hurts, doesn't it? How old are you?
I'll turn 16 tomorrow
16 is almost nothing.
- You've never been hurt before? - Never as much.
You're lucky.
Some of them start when they're young.
And then it won't stop.
And there's nothing we can do?
There's no harm in dreaming.
Here.
Since it's your birthday...
Let me give it to you.
- Are they real? - Real or fake... who cares?
Today, I had a glorious feat
I helped my cousin break free from this stupid Charles.
But now, she's sad.
If only I didn't love that silly girl so much...
Nature is a terrible thing
I have feelings but I'm not old enough, he's old enough but he has no feelings.
- Happy birthday. - Thank you.
- Happy birthday, miss. - Thanks.
So, you're getting old?
Not faster than you.
- You're gonna get a stomach ache. - No such luck!
- What do you want, baby? - Can I get an orange juice?
- A what? - An ice-cold orange juice.
Ice-cold? In your condition?
Can I get an orange juice, please?
That's lemonade. Don't you know what an orange is?
Idiot!
- She's not in a good mood. - Very happy, yes.
- Can I try? - You're going to mess up your dress.
- You wanna bet? - OK.
Come on, my turn.
Be careful when you walk. You have to lift up the dress.
There. Can I get another pin?
- Is it all right? - Lower your collar.
There's a button missing.
- Is the princess ready? - Yes, she is.
- Professor, why are you here? - Should I say we're starting the show?
I'm not ready.
- Who's this handsome young man? - It's Casanova.
He's got a bad reputation.
Hurry, the guests are getting impatient.
- I'll never make it. - Now is not the time.
Here goes.
Tonight, in honor of our beloved Julia...
whose 16th birthday it is...
we'll have the privilege...
to hear miss Clementine Granval...
in a few scenes from "Fantasio"...
by Alfred de Musset.
You're like the Queen of Spain.
- Where does this come from? - Clementine gave it to me.
- So they're probably fake. - Why?
- What's the matter? - My stomach hurts.
- And what's that? - It's a gift.
What a missed sunset!
Nature is pitiful tonight.
"Such good tobacco, such a good beer."
Such good tobacco, such a good beer.
- You must be bored, Spark. - "No, why would I?"
No, why would I?
What are they saying? I don't get it.
All those human bodies are so lonely.
Drink, lazybones, instead of racking your brains.
Well said!
- Silence, that's enough. - Man is such a miserable creature.
Not being able to jump out of the window without breaking a leg.
- Having to... - Good afternoon all!
Aren't you watching?
Well, I like theatre as much as you do.
Give me a draught of cider.
- How old are you? - 17.
- Do you want some? - No, thanks.
Come closer.
- Do you like it here? - Yes...
I won't eat you.
- See how good Julien was! - He was.
Well, go.
Go, I say. It's your turn. Come on.
But it's Matthieu... Matthieu!
Soon, you'll be heading for Mantua with your wedding dress.
Why should I be upset?
I have no reason to wish you dead.
"But if chance made you see..."
But if chance made you see...
"what I want to keep secret"
what a wand to keep secret.
Now I understand what they're saying!
Silence
"should I shove you out?"
- Me? - No! Repeat the line!
He's a child of poverty...
Quiet!
- I cheated on you but you don't know it. - I do know.
- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.
- With her. - It's not true.
Of course, it's true. Tell them.
Hit me, I say. Come on, hit me!
Take this one!
- Madam? - What's going on?
The mayor is here.
Don't fire me, please.
Here's your housekeeper, with her pockets full of mysteries.
Well I never!
- Now is not the time! - But I wasn't...
- I don't care. - Thanks, madam.
Listen, the mayor is here, among the guests.
Throw him out quickly!
I need to go get my scissors. Stay here.
She's the one you should be congratulating.
- Me. - Congratulations.
You were very good.
- Honestly. - Thanks but I'm not used to it.
- You could go a long way. - Where?
I'll explain later
I'll be waiting in the park.
- Julia, can you do me a favor? - What?
No, I can't, it's a gift.
- Since they're fake! - So what?
Give it to me anyway.
Our family jewels.
- But, madam. It's too much. - No, no.
Take good care of them. A queen wore them.
Have you seen Julien?
Come on, Mum. Come with us.
- Darling, I'm too old for this. - You're young, come on.
- I'm exhausted. - Already?
- Are you OK, Mum? - Yes, I'm OK.
Where are the others?
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
It's all this running.
Go!
Go and have fun!
You hate them, don't you?
You wish they were dead?
- How do you know? - It's quite obvious.
With someone your age, it's always black or white.
Pity comes later.
Never! I'll never be like them
I'd rather be a monster.
If you could catch my soul, it would be black.
It's too early.
Yours is as transparent as clear water...
and light.
Light!
- Have you seen Matthieu? - No.
Do you know the legend of Tristan and Isolde?
No...
It's a beautiful love story.
Do you like love stories?
I don't really know, miss.
Call me Tristan.
Your mascara has run.
Well, I sweated a lot. I haven't got a clue about theatre
I'm sure that your mouth...
is like a fruit.
Your breathing...
That's my bra, Mrs. Tristan.
What's going on?
- Why are you leaving? - The war broke out.
Have you heard?
- What happened to Clementine? - She fainted.
Are you going to go back to Germany?
- Why? - To fight the war against us.
Me?
I'm too old for this silliness.
Me too.
So we're both lucky.
- Lucky? - Of course.
Dying of old age is just as valid as dying for your country.
I heard it's the last one.
Well...
Bye then.
You'll have plenty of work to do.
Make sure to stay awake.
Don't scare me! Come on, get back in.
Come on, back to work.
Don't try to act like a hero
I promise I'll be a coward.
Careful, miss.
Leave it... I must do it myself! Go back to the kitchen, thank you.
I was worried, you know.
- Look out for the Germans. - I will, baby.
There you are.
Be a dear with your mum and your sister.
- No surprise. - I forgot something.
You behave too. Will you see Hitler?
- Possibly. - Here, take a sweet.
You're the man, now.
What are we waiting for?
- Hold on! - They'll miss the war because of her.
Here, this is a gift because it's always brought me luck.
If you make it to Berlin...
here's the address.
Hurry up! We're always waiting for you.
Don't lose it, OK?
Be careful.
Mum, wait.
Hey, guys. Here's the first victim of the war.
- Right, shall we? - OK, let's go.
Cover yourself up, Mr. Julien. We're not at the beach.
- You're gonna get sunburnt. - My underskirt is sticky.
Like this.
- Come on, Angele. Get a move on! - I'm not used to it.
Puone!
- What on earth are you doing? - I'm milking the cow.
- She doesn't want to. - Too bad!
- Come and do your homework. - There's no homework anymore.
- The priests have gone to war. - I don't know about that!
- Can I help? - Careful.
Give grain to the chickens. The bucket is on the ledge.
- Do you mind? - Please do.
- Where's Matthieu? - In the woods, he's still sleeping.
- It burns. - Show me, you don't know how to do it.
Rub them, it comes from my heart.
Justine is beautiful, isn't she?
- I'm getting bored up there! - Professor!
Where's Liselotte?
Julien, do you want to go for a walk with me?
- Not now, we're not finished. - And we're far from finished.
This war's off to a good start!
- Mrs. Lacroix, it's Julien. - Come in.
Mum told me to come up. I got sunburnt.
No wonder since you were boasting on that cart.
Lie down over there and take off your shirt.
That's what we give to cows when their udders ache.
Is it too cold?
I'll be gentle.
- Is that you on there? - Yes.
On our wedding day. It goes back a long way.
- Is it Mr. Lacroix over there? - No, that's our son.
- I didn't know you had a son. - We don't anymore.
Do you see the hat that Mr. Lacroix was wearing on our wedding day?
He was awkward! Mind you, I was hardly any better.
It rained so much! Our feet were soaked
I never sneezed so much as I did on my wedding night.
Are you feeling better?
No matter what it looked like...
he wouldn't go anywhere without it. He even danced with it.
So I told him, in the kindest possible way...
"Are you a vegetable that you need to stay under that cloche?"
He blushed but he didn't take his hat off.
I really thought he was going to go to bed with it.
We got undressed.
It smelt of damp in the room.
You have soft skin.
Well, I'm exhausted
I ran after the chickens all day long.
- Any news? - The attack is imminent.
The general, who says hi, recommended an aide-de-camp.
A well-mannered young man, from the Beauce region too.
We talk about the region.
What nonsense!
What about your souls, professor? What do they think about the war?
I'm worried about them. They're feeling deflated.
Darling, life is so awful here.
We're cold and hungry but we're hanging in their... in there.
My men have blind faith and me... in me
I command strict obeisance... obedience.
You'd be proud of me, baby. Your...
Poor Charles. He makes me sad.
He's clumsy with his men and they actually mock him.
He endures constant ragging.
Of course, don't say a word to Claire.
And where would you go, professor?
America, maybe
I still have the desire to live.
- Perhaps I'm too old for this. - No, you're not.
But it's too late to discourage me.
You lose.
- What about your projects? - We'll have to wait till the war ends.
It's just started.
Have you thought about going back to the US?
Why not?
In any case, you're leaving next week, right?
Why?
Your room has been rented out.
Julien, food is served!
Julien? What on earth are you doing here?
You look like baby Jesus.
- I fell asleep. - Inevitably.
This is too much work for you.
- Good God, your shoulders! - Everything hurts.
You won't grow muscles by learning with the priests.
There's still a lot to do
I'm used to it now.
Touch here.
Come on, don't be afraid. Hit hard.
- I'm going to hurt you. - You?
It would take more than that.
No, keep it here.
It makes me hot.
Of course, it's softer here, but it doesn't have the same purpose.
Don't be ashamed.
It doesn't hurt.
Open it if you like.
Buttons are a pain, aren't they?
Especially the other way round.
The nipple tickles.
Easy!
Easy.
It's not very solid.
Kiss me.
- Take my clothes off! - What?
Take my clothes off.
Come on, do something.
Don't leave me here like this.
Can you turn round?
Why? Are you ashamed?
A bit.
Hurry up then.
Wait.
Wait!
Goodness me!
You're fast!
Are you upset?
Not really.
In the future, you don't need to be that emotional, Mr. Julien.
- Man, it's coming down in buckets! - Tell me about it
- I was to clean the windows today. - Well, forget about it.
- Add sugar, it'll give him a boost. - I'm soaked to the skin.
Last batch of the season.
And still no news of our men
I'm getting worried now.
It's coffee grounds.
It's good for the strength.
- And that flower, is it for him? - Of course.
- Mr. Julien is very delicate. - That's true.
Have you touched his skin?
He's still young. He will change.
No, today is my turn.
Yes, you are gorgeous!
Go and get me a plate.
Right, five and two, seven.
Mine, Place de la Bourse
26,000. You got nothing? Mortgage then.
- Like auntie Agnes... - Come on, play.
Five and two, seven... Avenue de Neuilly!
Are you crazy?
- Just a little bit. - No.
Come on, a little bit.
All right.
Six and two, eight
Avenue Mozart 18,000 plus a hotel...
That's 40,000.
You don't have enough, I take all of this then.
One and one, two.
Chance.
You're having repairs in all your houses...
All right, come on, it's your turn.
Come on, play.
Four and two, six.
What's wrong with her?
What a bad loser!
Why do you care?
Little twerp!
I won't write. Between you and me, it's not worth it.
Don't look so sad. I'm not going to war. I will come back, unlike others.
Write to me.
And behave.
Shall I come with you to the station?
Well, answer Puone.
He does what he wants. I can't stop him.
Why are you so mean? I love you very much.
Don't talk about love, do you hear me? Not to me.
She's crazy!
- Behave. Bye. - Bye. Write to us.
- What are these for? - Ah, you found them!
It's for my workout
I've made an important decision.
Have you?
I'm leaving with you. I've made up my mind.
Is that OK?
I'll write to my mum once we're there.
Once we're there? Where?
Well, wherever we'll go.
I have my trousseau. I'll take it with me.
You'll see, I thought everything through.
- It looks like it. - Don't make fun of me
I'm unhappy here.
I won't be a burden, you'll see
I'll be your burden
I'm ill... done.
I am.
And I'm broke
I'm not scared of poverty.
What do you know of poverty?
To you, poverty is having an empty stable...
or a dress that you wear several years.
That's not real poverty.
Look.
- Look at this picture. - That's you
I can tell.
It was me.
Women would steal from this man. He died in poverty.
He was the funny one.
He would imitate pigs when I was sad.
He's an alcoholic and he's almost crazy.
That was my husband.
He sells water-heaters.
That leaves this one.
He's a multimillionaire and he's very powerful.
Will he remember me?
What's the matter? Are you crying?
Leave her alone.
- Nobody asked you. - Excuse me?
- What did you dare say to her? - You heard me.
You're crazy.
So, now you're listening to me!
Don't touch me.
I don't feel like it.
You're ugly, you're disappointing.
You're selfish, you're small.
And to think I loved that!
I owe you one.
I loved you. I counted your letters, I stole your hair clips.
What a fool I was!
- Here! - Stop it, Julien.
You're hurting me.
Leave me alone.
She's gone
I'm scared.
Believe me, I'm scared too.
Did you see those birds?
They go through continents without stopping.
It must be great to glide through the sky like that.
See the balloons?
Well, shall we go?
Will you give the Swiss blade back to me?
Of course, baby.
Don't talk to me like that.