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Hey, Loulou. It's over.
You're brave, huh.
It is very strong.
It is fine.
Good thing you called me.
If she doesn't start eating again by tomorrow
can I call you?
Sure.
Thank you.
Let me take care of that.
Thank you.
How are we going to call it?
[Sign language:]
White Night.
This calf is black!
You a racist?!
I love you too.
Mom, I am not 4 year old anymore. Bye.
Did you do the homework for tomorrow?
Alexis, gosh!
Thank you.
This costs 20% more than last time.
We can't afford it!
You know, our cows don't know the difference
between your pellets and others',
but we ...
Oh, that's great.
Thank you very much, that's nice.
Goodbye and say hi to your wife.
So ...
[In Spanish] Who can explain
the metaphor of the windmills
used by Cervants?
Yes, Karen?
Cervantes said that Don Quichotte...
Quixote, Karen!
Don Quixote engaging into useless fights
- with the windmills seems...
- Yes?
- You have a good morning, miss Blier?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Miss.
- Miss...
You just come home from vacation
and you're already tired?
- Uh ...
- Yes?
I seem still in Spanish time.
It's afternoon nap time now in Spain.
Very funny!
Get out!
Go take a nap at home!
Continue, Karen.
The mills are like monsters.
The author shows
the weakness...
Good girl!
- Come on!
- You want to swap family?
Whenever you want! I'm tired of my brothers!
It's like living with a rugby team.
- Each has his own shit.
- Stop!
- And your mother, she's hot.
- Hi, Mathilde.
Who is it?
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- Who is it?
- Gregory.
- You have not slept with him?
- I won't tell you.
- And Kamel?
- We broke up yesterday before the math class.
- And him?
- After the math class.
- He is very caring. He first...
- You're disgusting!
Now what?
- Everyone hears you!
- Nah.
We choose what? choir, pottery, theater?
Gabriel!
Make an effort...
so that we have a class together!
Are you listening?
- Yeah.
- Stop with your Parisian style.
I take the choir.
He's so pretentious.
Well, girls.
We decided?
What's your problem,
Harry Potter?
Thank you.
- So?
- Choir.
- Choir?
- Yeah.
I'm doing a party Saturday night.
A Saturday party. A party ...
- Hi.
- Is that a joke?!
She ignores us!
- She just keeps her stuff!
- Let her die!
- You come to my home this weekend?
- Yeah!
Shit, my parents.
- Ok.
- We pick you up after market?
No, I'll come by bike.
- Bye, bitch.
- Bye, bitch.
Stop honking, Dad.
It makes you look like a mongoloid!
No need to share
our happiness with everyone!
Stop the music!
We go to the doctor.
It's gone.
[Sign Lang.] Respect your rights
and others.
- Hey, Paula, is this a Techno Parade?
- Come on, stop!
- [S.L.] This your beauty contest?
- Yes, for you. But nothing to do with this.
Come on, Daddy.
Stop! Let's go!
Come on!
He works at the post office, his father?
So, it's not getting better.
I don't understand.
I apply the cream every night
in my... vagina.
Your mother's thrush has spread.
Did your father use the cream I gave him?
Dad, do you apply the cream
the doctor gave you?
Hoo, hoo! The cream?
You use it, yes or no?
- No?
- Why?
When I applied it,
my thing became... lumpy.
I have a vagina on fire!
Like mushrooms everywhere!
I'll make you some good fried mushrooms.
You'll see. Oh!
Stop!
- I'm sorry.
- It's OK.
He must apply the cream,
or the problem will not go away.
You have to put the cream.
It's very important.
And no more sex...
For how long?
3 weeks.
Why can't you agree?!
Let me tell you this!
You are not animals!
They knew that.
And how about you, Paula?
I'm fine.
- Your period?
- Hmm ...
[S.L.] I will make you small treats.
Still nothing. I'm not in a rush.
Well ... Goodbye.
Come on! Fresh milk!
Come and taste!
Hello. Your cheese looks good!
Come on. Try the cheese...
- Sir, you wanna taste?
- No.
The cheese ...
Yes, sorry, sir.
I would like 2 pieces, small.
What's wrong with this woman?
It's called Work Sharing.
She smiles, I speak.
Okay.
And he takes care of the money!
Funny!
Well, a family!
Very nice, fruits and vegetables!
Ah, Mrs. Blier!
Hello, Mrs. Blier!
Cheers!
It's still a ...
So you are very ...
- Very attractive!
- Wanna taste, Mr. Mayor?
Oh no, thank you.
I just want to see
if everything is fine.
You know that in 3 months,
there is an election.
And with my team
We are going to focus a lot
on the handicaps.
Mr. Mayor!
Hello!
- Rossigneux.
- You still seek another term?
Yes, yes!
Moreover, as I said to
Mr. and Mrs. Blier
we want to help the handicaps...
- like you!
- Great!
- I'll vote for you!
- It's nice.
- Thank you.
- Excuse me.
Mr. Mayor.
My father asks if you can leave.
We are working.
It is you who make us feel
handicapped!
No problem. We, too,
we have work to do.
So, I'll see you soon!
See you soon, Mr. Mayor!
I'm sorry!
They are everywhere,
everywhere...
Have a good day,
Rossigneux.
It is cute, Obama.
Who called it like this?
- My dad.
- Come on.... Can you give it to me?
- You're sick!
- Why?
Within 3 months, it is sold.
2 days later...
it's on your plate.
Yeah, I understand.
I love you, girl!
- Get lost!
- Bitch!
They must have so much fun at Karen's.
- She must have an amazing dress.
- A bitchy dress, yes!
She's gonna excite all the boys.
- You saw Gaspard today?
- He irritates me!
Gabriel must also be excited over her.
That idiot!
What do you see in him?
I don't know.
I have bad taste anyway.
How do you say "asshole"
in sign language?
- Ass...
- Ass...
hole.
The "ass", the "hole",
roughly, is your head.
- That suits him, no?
- Very good.
They are starting again!
Oh no!
There's no time here!
Next.
Arise, children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived.
Oh my gosh!
This day is not going to happen!
Shush! We will see more!
Shush! Next one!
You with the glasses.
Listen.
Arise, children of the fatherland
- Yes?
- The day of glory has arrived
Not bad. A little rough spots.
Goes with the good ones.
Next. Next?
Hey, you. Come on!
Hear the note, eh!
Arise, children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived.
Your parents must be happy.
Come on.
Next?
Here goes!
Yes?
Arise, chil ...
Enough. Next!
- You haven't...!
- There's nothing that comes out of the shrimp.
Next!
- Come on!
- It's dead!
- Forget it, he's an asshole.
- Well, the lady there.
with the oversized sweater.
- You hear me, come on.
- I pass.
Didn't you have breakfast?
- We do not hear anything.
- I said I cannot sing.
- And why is that?
- No thank you, it's for losers.
Excuse-me?
No thank you,
it's for losers.
Alto, perfect.
Come on.
- But I...
- Come on.
Hi, guys!
The incumbent mayor, Mr. Lapidus,
launches a new project
for industrial zone.
[S.L.] The mayor is on TV.
Come translate.
Why this choice...
on Hubert's site?
Well.
To attract companies
to settle near production sites,
Hubert seems ideally located.
In developing economy
on that raw area, listen,
according to our forecasts,
hundred jobs could be created,
in the coming years.
This is a new era.
Today I want to say:
GO Lassay!
[S.L.] He wants to take agricultural land
to do that, this crazy!
And the forest.
There is the mall too.
[S.L.] I'm going to defend myself, me.
He'll see!
What are you going to do?
Run for election?
- [S.L.] No, are you kidding?
- How can you do that?
[S.L.] We can beat him together.
As a team, the four of us?
[S.L.] The Blier family!
[S.L.] You're the greatest, Dad.
[S.L.] What's going on?
[S.L.] Nothing. Nothing at all.
[S.L.] Yes there is.
[S.L.] It's just that...
[S.L.] This election thing...
I don't know if it's a good idea.
[S.L.] Why? Because I'm deaf?
Being deaf is not a handicap. It's an identity!
[S.L.] For a politician,
it's not practical.
[S.L.] But Obama, then?
He is black.
[S.L.] No correlation!
[S.L.] Being black was not a handicap
to become president?
Yeah
[S.L.] Our family together...
- Hello.
- Hello.
- We come to apply.
- Of course.
- That's it.
- Thank you. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Welcome Mr. Blier.
- Bye.
What do you mean, who I am?
I worked with
the greatest French singers!
It's 10 years that this fucking rector
has been refusing me Paris
and I am dying in the middle of nowhere,
with bumpkins...
who think that
Grard Lenorman is from Normandy!
And if you ... What?
No, I want to talk to the rector.
Is it too much to ask?
Pull your fingers off your ass
and pass it to me !!
Hello? Hello!
- Damn.
- He must be all alone, Thomasson.
You don't want to volunteer
this summer? Or get a job
so we can make some money?
- Why not? Do you have a snack?
- I have a Snickers bar.
- Oh no, disgusting.
- My God!
No ...
- Bitch.
- I'm not here.
This is nothing...
It happens.
Let's go.
- No.
- Come!
- Let's go!
- Stop!
Well then?
So the juniors,
not briefing the newbies?
Go, into class.
I hate my life.
Good luck.
- Come on, sheep.
- Hello, sir.
Hello.
All right.
I rebuke for two years and
end up with a choir singing...
in broken voices. Except
four or five with Parisian-style,
Gabriel Chevignon.
This is No Man's land!
Anyway I'm punished for
I-don't-know-what I did in a previous life.
We will challenge fate and tackle
a monument.
Until the end of this year...
We will work on
Michel Sardou's repertoire.
Yes. Yes.
When things go wrong,
and there is no hope,
Michel Sardou is the solution.
Can we change?
Why?
That's not good enough for you?
There are others more modern.
Modern?
To the French songs,
Michel Sardou is like
what Mozart is to the classical music:
timeless.
Pass.
She runs, she runs,
The disease of love
In the heart of the children
From 7 to 77 years old
She sings, she sings
The Insolent River
Uniting in its bed
Blonde hair, gray hair
What's going on?
We disconnected you or what?
I hear nothing,
I feel nothing.
You do not breathe.
Nothing happens!
The technique...
I don't care about technique!
You, the new little girl. Come.
- Me?
- Yes.
Sit down.
The ventral breathing,
heard about it?
- No.
- No?
Spread your feet.
That's it.
Plant the sacrum.
Press the pelvic floor.
Open your ribs.
Open. That's it.
Breathe. There. Again.
You feel your diaphragm moving?
- Yes.
- Good.
Concentrate and repeat with me.
Ready?
She runs, she runs,
The disease of love
It's not your voice.
Hmm, yes.
No, it's not your voice.
Do what I do.
Relax the shoulders.
That's it. Let go.
No eyes.
Straight ahead.
Yes, it's starting to come!
Open. it's coming.
Excuse me.
It's about time
for it to go out!
Your waist belt.
Open. Wide.
Don't sing for yourself in the mouth.
What's your name again?
- Paula Bzier, rhymed with "Aries"
- Paula Blier.
You are a fucking soprano.
- Of course.
- Take it as you want.
But someone inside you
needs to wake up.
Paula Blier!
Come here.
Come.
Would you be up to
do a duet together?
Hmm...
Yes, Yes.
Very good.
Here. Learn this song by heart.
At the end of piano section
Play it out.
What is it,
"I'll love you"?
"I'm gonna love you."
What is it?
A monument.
Thank you, Miss Blier.
Gabriel, let's get back to work.
Think about what I said.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
Understand that I fly
No smoke
No alcohol
I fly, I fly
- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Thank you. Good day.
Yeah, that's good.
This is bold.
Yes, no ... it's great!
Between the two,
who do I choose?
I'm not voting.
Ah, Mr. Blier!
So, is it moving forward,
this campaign?
- A beautiful poster!
- Cheese, Mr. Mayor?
Oh No, thank you.
I congratulate your father.
- He congratulates you.
- [S.L.] What a little shit!
What ...
He thanks you.
It's nice. Me too.
[S.L.] I'll smash you.
What? ...
He is asking if you are OK.
Yes. I am delighted
to have such an opponent.
The victory will be even greater.
[S.L.] I'll break your legs.
Stop!
- I'll take some cheese.
- Yes.
- Not too strong smell?
- No.
Say...
your father thinks that
people will vote for a deaf?
Why not. They have already vote
for an idiot.
It is very elegant, miss.
it promises
a high-level campaign. Forget the cheese.
Yeah ...
Over there. Good ... Come on!
I told him you were going to smash it.
If you do what you have noted,
on schools and housing,
it will bring you the votes.
Rudolph, you got no chance.
Nobody supports Lapidus, but you'll lose.
You do not know the story.
Telling him "impossible"
will motivate him more.
He wanted to take his uncle's farm.
I told him "impossible".
We lived in Fresnes, though.
When he announced it to my parents,
they also said "impossible".
When he has an idea in mind,
you better be
behind him...
- and not in front.
- I support him.
I'll vote for him.
Yes, we need to support him.
But during this time,
Lapidus distributes grants.
We, we are nice,
but what is it for?
Guys, me,
I believe in it.
I have the ability.
Although I have 1 chance in 1000, I tried.
I decide my fate.
That's good. Perfect.
"The disease of Love"
speaks of love with a capital "L".
And there is no love in your voice.
it's never happened to you, pimply?
You don't know those shudders
that twist the guts?
Has to come out,
it drains,
otherwise it will rot.
You'll all die of colon cancer.
The song is your manure pit.
So feel it, damn it!
With your guts.
Yeah right, go. Out.
You learned the song?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Very good.
So ready? 3, 4, ...
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
What's happening?
Well, that's what we'll do.
start again while dancing.
Dancing?
- Yes, dancing.
- But dancing what?
Slow Dance.
Come closer.
That's a technique of
Stone and Charne.
I remember in '76, during the heat wave ...
get closer.
Come on.
Stick like glue.
That's it.
And sing.
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
It's a song about desire,
about passion.
I want to lust!
Get me hard!
OK, get out.
- You got a contest?
- The Radio France Contest.
- What is it?
- A singing school in Paris.
- In four months, I'll be out of here.
- Why did you come here?
My father cannot keep me.
I live with my grandmother.
- Your mother is where?
- I don't know. I have to get going.
Wait. And rehearsals?
- Tonight.
- OK.
Tonight, 6 pm.
Your address in the directory?
Yeah, OK.
Yeah, OK. OK...
Why did I talk to him?
Damn it!
I'm fine.
I just want to say ...
Tonight, a friend'll come by.
- [S.L.] A boy?
- Yes, a boy.
So no kidding.
- [S.L.] Gosh! Finally!
- What "finally"?
You thought I was a lesbian?
What's wrong with you?
No! We didn't have sex.
OK, Can I trust you?
You are scaring me,
you three.
Okay, well ...
I'm a little queasy.
This is not a date.
Stop with that, mom!
Hello.
- It's you. Hi.
- How are you?
- That's your father, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- He is a little weird.
- A little wild.
- Let's go?
- Yeah.
Hello, ma'am.
- Okay, well this is my room.
- Cool, cool.
Let's start?
- How do we do?
- You, there, and me here.
- And slow?
- Forget it. It's a little cheesy.
Yeah, that sucks.
- I prefer to be back-to-back.
- Whatever.
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
To make her scream with all the clutter
To make the walls of Jericho shake
I will love you
To make the hells burn in your eyes
To make all the thunders of God swear
To make your breasts rise
and all the saints
pray
and beg for our hands
I Will Love You
I Will Love You
Like No One Ever Loved You
I'll love you beyond...
your dreams could have imagined ...
- It was not good?
- Yes, it's good.
This is great.
This is great.
- Really?
- Yeah. Let's do it by dancing?
It will be necessary anyway.
Well ... Anyway ...
Yeah. Well, well ...
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
Paula?
Paula?
Where are you?
- I'm here.
- Are you OK?
Yeah, yeah.
- Can you do me a favor?
- Yeah.
- Go get my mother.
- OK.
Excuse me!
Paula is waiting for you upstairs.
Seriously. She awaits.
Oh damn. Sorry.
Excuse me.
I did not know.
Paula...
awaits. Bathroom.
Up there.
[S.L.] Thank you.
This is Mom!
Mom, I'm bleeding!
Ah! Stop it, Mom!
This is not the time! Stop!
- [S.L.] You slept with her?
- What?
Oh yeah ...
- [S.L.] Paula has her period!
- Ah ...
[S.L.] This is it! Paula is a woman.
[S.L.] It's him?
[S.L.] Poor guy, it's not his fault.
[S.L.] How do you know?
[S.L.] They didn't have sex. I asked.
You OK, Gabriel?
What did I do?
A tradition among the Jews?
We are not Jews.
Well, I'm going.
You do not want to ...
Thank you. Bye.
Shit!
Being deaf...
does not excuse everything!
You are pissing me off!
- He saw the stain?
- I don't know.
I want to be a mouse or broccoli,
but not myself!
He is a guy,
he won't figure it out.
I'm sure he didn't get it.
He just came for a slow dance.
You're a woman.
Don't start as well.
I didn't ask anything.
Hey, Paula! Pistachio ...
You got a spot. Pistachio.
Are you done?
The bitch!
- Are you OK?
- Mmm.
Hey!
You're a little asshole.
You are shallow, you are nothing!
Silence!
- At your seats.
- I'll explain.
Showtime in 3 months.
Time to start working.
I hear nothing.
- Yes!
- There.
Colon cancer.
Don't forget.
Your scores on the 2nd chorus.
Stand up.
1, 2.
1, 2, 3, 4.
When doing java,
Saturday on Broadway.
We dance on the sidewalks
Come on. This is the java!
- Come on! That's ...
- On blows of watering
And we do not know at noon
That's good. Let go!
- If you are in Clichy
- Broadway!
Or in California
When doing java Saturday on Broadway
as it swings in Meudon
We just go crazy, no need for Beaujolais
When we have some bourbon
This may not be the true reality
the java of Broadway
Yes, but that's the one they like
You have a gem in the throat.
And she is angry, your gem.
Would to like to learn singing in Paris?
- Me?
- Uh huh.
For 10 years, my students have failed
the Radio France contest,
but with you and ...
Gabriel? Come.
With you and Gabriel we have our chances.
The competition is in three months,
after the show.
3 months ...
It's short, but you will get there.
There's some work.
You have a gift.
- And if I'm chosen?
- You will go to Paris,
the opera, the best teachers ...
while continuing high school.
So? What do you think?
What a dream, right?
No.
Wait. Paula ...
Mathilde!
I'm coming!
- Sorry, but...
- No, everything is fine.
Well, what's going on?
Call you later. See you.
- Really? It's amazing!
- I can't go to Paris.
But why?
- My parents...
- Stop.
They are deaf, not puppies.
How were they doing before you were born?
- You want to attend this school?
- I think so.
- You think or you're sure?
- I'm sure.
So take the competition.
You'll see later.
- Yeah, but...
- Stop. This is good.
You don't want to spend your life here,
eating cheese?
You got a gift.
You realize?
Damn, my best friend has a gift!
You're scared?
- Mr. Thomasson?
- Yes. Two seconds.
What is it?
OK for the contest.
- Are you sure?
- And you?
- Sure. And your parents?
- They are not against.
Good, but it will not be "cool".
Many are called, few are chosen.
We'll have to work.
- You are aware?
- Yes.
Very good.
See you every night at 6 pm
including weekends until the contest.
We agree?
- Yeah.
- Very good.
So see you tonight.
13 Chemin de la Manufacture au Horps.
Don't be late.
Yes.
I've called you as soon as I could, Ms. Delton.
This is normal, the overdraft.
The cooperative has not paid us yet.
What? I don't know.
Ask them.
Goodbye. Thank you, Ms. Delton.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Hi.
I'll see you tonight.
Put it there, Paula.
You can put your stuff there.
- You thought of a song?
- Not really.
Here you go.
"I fly"?
This is the song for Gabriel.
Well. Gabriel won't pass
the contest this year.
- Really?
- Yes, his voice broke.
- He molted?
- Yes. His voice changed.
The rules are strict.
A boy who molted
cannot apply to the contest.
Actually, I know ... It's my fault.
We had a fight ...
No
The earth doesn't circle around you.
You will soon realize that.
So, for the duet,
what do we do?
What? The choir, he can do that.
Well, let's start.
The song is not so easy.
Can we do "By Singing" instead?
I know it better.
OK.
If you want.
Thank you.
Good? Go.
When I was a little boy
I was learning my lessons
by singing
And many years later
I was chasing my dark thoughts
by singing
This is much less worrisome
To talk about the weather by singing
But it's so cute
To be called an asshole
- Although ...
- In a song
- That's good.
Life is more fun
It feels less hopeless
by singing
The first girl in my life,
I followed her in the streets
- Wow!
- In singing
Vote for Mr. Blier, please!
When she undressed
I played the old habit
singing
I was so pleased with me
that I made love 10 times.
while singing
I cannot explain why
one morning...
she has left me
Enchanted
Love is more fun
It feels less desperate
by singing
That's good.
Breathe there.
All men go to the galleys
In war or...
Sorry ...
Go on.
by singing
The flower at gunpoint
The victory also won
in singing
We do not talk to Jehovah,
to Jupiter, to Buddha
by singing.
Obama!
Whatever opinions
we make the revolution
into songs
The world is more fun...
It feels less hopeless by singing
Oh!
Okay, okay.
Three mistakes ...
It's the 1st time.
We must start somewhere.
It's not the competition.
How do the others?
What is the job?
- Uh ...
- What is it?
We make mistakes,
we fall, we go on.
We start again, then?
- What's not a melon?
- A watermelon!
- You're acting like Bella in "Twilight".
- Maybe.
- Share it with your parents.
- Change the subject.
Oh, you're annoying.
Shit, you!
He didn't even notice us.
Asshole ...
- Need to go. I am going.
- What?
- You stop the choir?
- Why does that matter to you?
And the contest?
- I'm fine. Leave me alone.
- It is me who should
- be angry at you.
- Alright.
- For you!
- You got what you wanted.
- What are you talking about?
- You're going to pass the contest!
But it has nothing to do with me!
Oh, I speak to you, there!
Mom?
I'm going.
I'll be back for dinner.
TV's coming, but ...
It's not for tomorrow?
it changed?
Should've warned me. At 6 pm ...
I must ...
My love?... I cannot do that to him!
Come on!
[S.L.] You see him every night.
We had planned things.
[S.L.] I'm going to restyle you.
[S.L.] You cannot go
on TV like that.
Yes, TV. Great.
Awesome ...
This is beautiful.
The light is beautiful.
Uh, it's good there?
We will shoot footage on the farm
for the interview.
OK? Let's go.
Paula ...
- Every morning routine?
- Yes.
You start with Gigi.
Handheld, we follow.
And then what happens?
Quentin and I are going to school.
My father is in the fields
and my mother makes cheese.
Let's go.
- What cheese is that, Paula?
- Camembert and Brie.
Super. Want some?
Paula! Smile! Think of your beloved...
Super!
- He signs and I translate.
- OK.
Super.
Are you ready?
Mr. Blier, you decided to run in
the mayoral race of Lassay.
Why?
[S.L.] In recent years,
businesses close.
[S.L.] Our young people are leaving.
[S.L.] There are no more doctors
and the school is deserted.
[S.L.] You think what?
Leave it to fate?
[S.L.] By being all together
[S.L.] we will reinvigorate Lassay
and give it a new impetus.
I want to give a new impetus to Lassay.
But you are deaf.
Don't you think it is a handicap
to be mayor of a village?
[S.L.] Absolutely not.
[S.L.] being deaf has never stopped me
from working, or living.
[S.L.] Why would it prevent me
from being mayor?
No.
Not at all.
[S.L.] You're sure to translate everything?
[S.L.] Yeah, I translate everything.
As usual.
[S.L.] Why does she make this face,
then?
[S.L.] Your father is right,
it's not going there.
[S.L.] I don't know,
why she's making this face.
Can we do another take,
redo it?
Can we?
[S.L.] Translate.
We will proceed differently.
You will subtitle my answers.
You will find someone
to translate what I say.
If you speak slowly,
I can read your lips.
If we do not understand each other,
you'll write.
Okay.
[S.L.] Thank you.
Let's go.
So, you ...
OK. Let's go on.
Mr. Blier ,
you complain about Lapidus project ...
Mr. Thomasson!
It's me, Paula!
Sir?
- Sir.
- Are you kidding me?
It's not my fault.
I was delayed.
It's not a self-service here!
Go back home and
question your commitment.
Open! It's raining, please!
Fuck!
Oh...
To apologize to Dad?
For what?
To have a life?
Ah, I'm exhausting you?
It's great to have a lover,
but we are waiting for you.
I'm not in love.
I have something important to tell you.
No, I'm not pregnant.
I prepare for
the Masters Of Radio France.
A singing school in Paris.
Mr. Thomasson, my singing teacher,
think I can get in it.
Yeah, in Paris.
No, I don't want to go to Paris.
This is the school that is in Paris.
Yes, I sing and I joined
the choir of the school.
For 3 months.
Yes, 3 months or so.
He did not know.
I was afraid you thought
I abandon you.
I'm a baby?
You told me that I was a woman!
Having period twice
doesn't make a woman,
yes, thank you.
For high school, I manage.
I repeat every evening
at my teacher's.
You understand what?
The farm, the market,
Dad's Campaign ...
How to organize?
We must think about another solution.
What, my brother?
He's big, strong and I trust him.
[S.L.] What do you think, you?
You go to sleep?
Dad, don't go!
No, I'm not happy.
[S.L.] I will be able to take her room?
[S.L.] Our daughter wants to become a singer.
Do you realize?
[S.L.] And then? She sings!
[S.L.] She is in danger.
[S.L.] And this is not what
Hollande can save her.
[S.L.] His teacher says
that she has a beautiful voice.
[S.L.] Because you have already heard,
you, her voice?
[S.L.] Very funny!
[S.L.] She just started.
Maybe this will pass.
[S.L.] Oh yes?
[S.L.] Imagine if she is taken.
[S.L.] All alone in Paris.
[S.L.] This is not what scares you.
[S.L.] You're afraid that we
are going to be all alone here.
[S.L.] You know that's my baby.
[S.L.] Your baby?
She already menstruated!
[S.L.] For the farm, hire a helper.
[S.L.] We should have done it
long ago.
[S.L.] It will be perfect!
Thank you.
[S.L.] Stop, I'm not in the mood!
[S.L.] That's enough!
- With this finger. Cheese.
- Ah.
There.
You make a "C",
the yogurt pot. Yogurt.
- Oh, you eat, actually.
- Yeah, that's it.
Forget it.
The most important is to count.
- That's "euro".
- Euro.
1 euro, 2 euros, 3 euros...
3 euros, 4 euros ...
- Yeah.
- Okay. That's it.
What're you doing?
He wants to teach you to sign.
- You take me for a Kinder?
- It's not stupid.
That's the way you study Spanish.
Good. OK.
Touch a hair of my girlfriend
and I kill you.
Thank you, Miss Blier,
to honor me with your presence.
- Did you rehearse?
- Yes.
One question, why Gabriel
is not coming anymore?
Why? You don't speak with him anymore?
In your opinion?
He is depressed, unmotivated.
Even in the shower,
he is not singing.
- Can't we do anything?
- I do not know.
For the choir, the duet?
He decided to stop.
I'm not responsible.
Yeah, what a mess.
The duet, you will do it alone.
Yeah, well ... let's start?
Do I really have a gift?
Paula, doubt everything else.
Never me.
- Agree?
- Yeah.
How's everything today?
So, with Mathilde, the market...
Oh yeah, you sold nothing.
And you don't make love anymore?
What's the connection?
Is that because of me?
It has nothing to do with me!
Mathilde, a disaster?
You seem upset!
Your face, what is it?
Eczema.
It is nervous?
She is a beginner. Give her some time.
She is intelligent.
There!
If it doesn't work, it's your fault.
You make no effort.
I ride you?
Oh no, I'm in love ...
- I'm not bothering you guys, am I?
- No, we're just kidding.
- I was not really good at the market.
- Thanks, I'm aware of it.
Your brother continues to give me lessons.
Great!
OK...
You ...
Well, I'm going.
Bye, Quentin.
See you tomorrow.
- I saw Stphane at the market.
- You hooked up?
He told me that
Gabriel had a car accident.
And is he okay?
Yes. He stole the car of her grandmother
and landed on a roundabout.
And he talked about you.
And I didn't hook up with Stphane.
Excuse me, I become dumb.
Is it you who slept on the couch?
Well ...
OK, bye!
Let us see each other this summer.
- I am going. Have fun.
- Bye.
What are you looking at?
Nothing, I look nothing.
I watch what I want.
- You're not going to class?
- You understand quickly.
If not, are you OK? The accident?
Who was there? Your grandmother?
He was my father.
Are you stupid or what?
- I cannot help if your voice molted.
- What are you talking about?
Why did you stop the show?
- Do not worry, bullshit?
- No.
This is the first time I miss class!
- Your parents are interested in you.
- Your father leave you alone.
Or he doesn't give a crap.
We take the car and we drive to Paris.
Of course!
You do not want?
Really? Stop, you cannot.
- Why? You don't have the balls!
- You're a guy, you!
With the car of your granny,
you drive without a license.
So we go now?
Oh my! It will solve all your problems.
- What do you do?
- I leave. You're annoying me.
Ma, me, mi, mo, mu
A, e ....
Mom, I told you to knock!
My sweater!
It has shrunk!
Yes, it has shrunk!
Sorry, my ass!
No it was not too big.
I'm not small.
To get me used to do laundry?
To live alone?
I am not gone yet!
Where are we?
You always upset.
Which solution?
But ...
Rossigneux will translate for the meeting?
I thought he was a shame for the deafs?
[S.L.] We learn
to live without you.
I'm not dead! I'm here.
I told you that I'll help you.
Yes, I'm busy, but ...
Test, test.
One two.
[S.L.] My wife told you
to make an effort on your outfit.
You do not like my stripes?
It's my wedding suit.
I don't get it,
I rehearsed all week.
I don't understand.
Remember Mike Brant.
He spoke no French.
He didn't understand what he was singing.
And suddenly, he was sublime!
The problem is that
you think too much.
Try to be dumb.
Huh?
Yeah.
Mike Brant.
The hearing!
The hearing ...
The sight.
The sight ...
The mouth.
Taste? Yeah!
Taste.
Thank you!
Ah, hello!
Ah!
Hello everyone.
Yeah, welcome everyone.
Breasts?
Nipples.
Tits!
OK.
Rub?
Uh ... Scratch? Itch?
Hmm... How...
Caressing?
Caressing, OK.
Caressing, yes.
Come on!
It's part of my priorities.
You plan to do anything
for my Internet connection?
Nothing.
Your farm is 2 km from the highway.
If you want Internet,
you will have to move.
No one will vote for you!
He is right.
Stop complaining!
Oh !!
Lapidus gave you the wrong habits.
We talk about the community.
It is written:
"I hear you."
This is not to listen to your bullshit.
It's crazy!
He lost, Blier!
What? It's hot?
It's odd, that. This is ...
Normally, it is not like that.
What? It burns up?
I take it off.
And ...
something's wrong with the color!
Quentin?
- We need to open up to the world.
- Open yourself.
You are like plucked chickens.
Mathilde, not now!
Your brother fainted.
He woke up.
Yes, he is breathing!
You are handicapped!
This is an anaphylactic shock.
It's like an allergic reaction.
Quentin has an allergy.
- Allergy to what?
- To latex, I guess.
Goodbye.
How much do we owe you?
- Don't worry, go.
- Thank you.
- You can bring her back?
- Of course.
[S.L.] I cannot take more of your Mathilde.
Do not say "assholes."
This is your voters.
We are assholes?
You were not let down.
Quentin has an allergy.
He sleeps in his bedroom.
It's OK.
Mom? Pff ...
Mom, what are you doing?
Mom, you can't stay like that!
Let go.
[S.L.] I've not been
a good mother to you.
[S.L.] I tried to impart to you
the family values.
[S.L.] But it could not
work between us.
[S.L.] I am deaf.
[S.L.] It's my fault.
[S.L.] I failed everything.
You're not a bad mother.
You're the perfect mother!
- [S.L.] Why do you want to go to Paris?
- Mom!
[S.L.] It was for me to go with you
to the end.
[S.L.] What did I miss?
That's not true.
On the contrary!
It is thanks to you and Dad
that I managed to make that choice.
You gave me the keys.
[S.L.] At your birth, when I knew
you were with hearing...
[S.L.] Do you remember?
[S.L.] I cried so much!
[S.L.] I could never bear
the hearings!
[S.L.] It's your father who comforted me.
[S.L.] He told me: "Don't worry.
[S.L.] "She will be deaf in her head.
[S.L.] "We will raise her as a deaf.
[S.L.] "With any luck,
she won't hear anything!"
[S.L.] And now you sing?
[S.L.] Luckily you are not
allergic to cow's milk!
Okay!
So I have to sell cheese all my life
because I don't get the chance to be deaf?
Is that what you see
when you look at me?
And you don't say anything?
[S.L.] What for?
[S.L.] All right, go.
we will be very well the two of us.
Paula? It was not an appointment.
Yes ? Well, come on.
- I quit.
- Huh? How?
- I can't pass the contest in Paris.
- Ah. Why's that?
- It's not for me.
- Oh! I understand.
All great artists have that.
Nicoletta before a concert,
she was in a state ...
I'm not a great artist.
No, it's true.
You're a little shit.
Maybe. I quit. That's it.
No no. That's not all, not.
You think you just quit,
but you're digging a hole.
You lie in it and cover with dirt.
I know it well, this hole.
I am in the same cemetery.
Anyway, I do what I want.
This is my life.
Are you sure that's your life?
Yes.
Think. Please.
I quit.
Loulou, Obama!
Come on!
Come on.
[S.L.] Let's go for a ride?
Where?
Hairdresser?
Yeah.
Yeah, it makes me happy.
Mathilde, correct me, OK?
"To walk along the seaside
is a good idea."
"Is a good idea."
- OK. "To walk along the seaside is a good idea."
- Idea.
- Can I sit?
- What do you want?
- My grandmother sold her car.
- Great.
- You speak in code?
- I went back to the choir.
- Since when?
- Since a girl shouted at me like shit.
And besides, she left.
- You okay?
- No.
- The duo was taken.
- Grave!
Stop! Leave us alone.
Thomasson did not tell you?
He did, you're not passing the contest.
I have nothing to do in Paris.
Yeah, attend a contest in Paris,
it's stupid.
You're right.
Our duet is not in Paris.
- So...
- No. Thomasson will never want that.
He is the one who sends me.
- So what?
- Yes! Yes!
No. What do you think?
It could be great.
OK.
But we rehearse at your place.
- OK.
- Damn!
You are not simple.
Well, I leave you.
- Wait.
- I don't have time.
No time? Wait! Mathilde!
Mehdi! What a dumb ass!
Your shirt is inside out.
This can't be forgiven in showbiz!
Come On!
A, e, i, o, u...
- Are you too stressed?
- Nicoletta.
It will go well.
Good evening everyone.
Welcome. What a privilege...
- We are waiting for you.
- OK.
How do you feel?
Uh ... Wonderful! As usual.
Uh... Come on.
It's showtime.
- Showtime.
- Showtime!
Good evening!
Good evening, good evening.
Good evening. Thank you.
Tonight,
you have the opportunity and privilege
to hear the most famous songs
of the great Michel Sardou.
Thank you.
The kids worked hard.
They are there for you.
Welcome them.
The choir!
When doing java Saturday on Broadway
as it swings in Meudon
We just go crazy,
no need for Beaujolais
When we have some Bourbon
This may not be the true reality
The java on Broadway
Yes, but she likes it.
When doing java Saturday Broadway
as it swings in Meudon
We just go crazy,
there's no need for Beaujolais
When we have some Bourbon
This may not be the true reality
The java on Broadway
Yes, but she likes it.
Ah !!
She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the heart of the children
from 7 to 77 years old
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
Uniting in its bed
Blonde hair, gray hair
She blackmails men
And expands the world
She sometimes suffers
Throughout a lifetime
She is crying women
She is screaming in the background
But the most painful
That's when she heals!
All men go to the galleys
In fishing or war
by singing
The flower at gunpoint
The victory also wins
by singing
We do not talk to Jehovah
to Jupiter, to Buddha
by singing
Whatever our opinions
we make the revolution
using song
The world is more fun.
It's less...
hopeless by singing
Thank you. Thank you for them.
Before leaving us,
we have one last surprise.
Paula Blier and Gabriel Chevignon
are going to sing you
"I will love you."
They are changing,
but they should be here.
Here they are.
[S.L.] She is beautiful.
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make
whores of the harbor blush
To make her scream with all the clutter
BRAVO!!!
- We bagged it !
- Clearly!
The evening ends well.
I hope you had a good time.
See you next year.
You will find children backstage.
Goodbye!
Well, uh ... I have to go.
- [S.L] It was beautiful, I am proud of you.
- Paula!
- It was beautiful.
- Thank you.
- You know we can attend the contest.
- But ...
The audition is at
10 am tomorrow.
Good evening.
Yes, good evening.
Your daughter has
an exceptional voice.
But instead of helping,
you are destroying her.
[S.L.] He thanks you.
Thank you.
The show was beautiful.
The costumes, the lights,
it was impressive.
Congratulations.
Yes, congratulations.
Same. to you
Well, goodbye.
I need some fresh air.
I will turn it off.
Good night.
I'm listening.
The song?
This is the story of a man and woman
who love each other like never before.
There, now?
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
To make her scream with all the clutter
I will love you
To make the hells burn in your eyes
To make all the thunders of God swear
To make your breasts
and all the saints' rise
To make you pray
and implore our hands
I'll love you
I will love you
like nobody ever loved you
I'll love you more than
your dreams could imagine
I'll love you
I'll love you
I'm gonna love you like
nobody dared to love you
I'll love you
How I would have loved to be loved
I'll love you
I'm going to
love you
[S.L.] Thank you.
[S.L.] You're welcome.
What's going on?
At 10 am, but how do you know?
We go to Paris?
Yes. I want to sing.
Mr. Thomasson!
Mr. Thomasson!
- Thomasson?
- What?
What's going on?
- You have a car?
- No.
And this one?
Well ... It's a Spanish friend
who slept there.
So she left her car,
if anyone needs it ...
Why couldn't you say it ?!
Hello, I come for the audition.
My name is Paula Blier.
You are very late.
Paula Blier... It's good.
Go ahead.
Parents, it's upstairs.
- Right door.
- Thank you!
- Hello.
- Hello. Sit here if you want.
- Can I watch?
- Yes.
"Air de Cupidon"
by Purcell
Wow!
Your parents are there.
400 Terminals Flamenco!
Yes. I didn't know it,
but I like it.
Spain, it breathes.
Come!
- You have to wait a little.
- Okay.
- Tell the next one to come.
- OK.
- Let's go?
- Uh ... Yeah.
Hello.
- Hello. You are?
- Paula Blier.
Rhymes with "Aries".
Paula Blier.
- What are you going to sing?
- "I fly", by Michel Sardou.
- What?
- "I fly", by Michel Sardou.
You have a copy of the music?
Uh, no.
- Michael, you know?
- Yes, but without the music...
So sing a cappella.
- A cappella?
- We're listening.
- Excuse me.
- Yes.
Sorry.
I can play it.
I know the melody.
You are?
Fabien Thomasson,
singing teacher.
Thank you.
We've lost enough time.
Go for it.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
False note.
Sorry. Excuse me.
It is the emotion.
I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
Close your eyes.
Fly away.
I will restart from the beginning.
Sorry.
When you want, princess.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will not have children tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly, I fly
She watched me yesterday
Anxious, confused,
my mother as if she felt
In fact, she suspected
Heard
I said that I was quite serene
She did not like
And my father, helpless
smiled.
Do not turn around
Out a little more
There is a station, another station
And finally, the Atlantic
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will not have children tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly
I fly
I wonder on my way
whether my parents suspected.
My tears flowed
My promises and
the desire to move forward.
Only believe in my life
See what I promised myself
Why where and how in this train
That departs at any moment.
It's weird
this cage
blocking my chest.
I cannot breathe,
it prevents me
singing.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You have no more children
tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly
I fly
La, la, la, la,
la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
la, la, la, la
I fly
I fly
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo!! Bravo!!
Thank you, miss.
We will call you back.
Bravo!
Bravo!
Miss.
Very good choice.
Thank you.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodbye. Good bye, sir.
Thank you.
Goodbye. Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, it was not ...
Yes ... No ...
Do not do that!
- No, no ...
- Thank you. Thank you a lot.
I do not understand anything.
Come on!
Stop please.
Go away.
She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the heart of children
from 7 to 77 years old
She sings, she sings
The Insolent River
Uniting in its bed
Blonde hair, gray hair
She blackmails men
And expands the world
She sometimes suffers
Throughout a lifetime
She is crying women
She is screaming in the background
But the most painful
That's when she heals!
She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the heart of children
7 to 77 years
She sings, she sings
The Insolent River
Uniting in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair...