Attila Marcel Page #2

This sweet angel so fine

On the piano will be divine

Divine

Brilliant, you've done it now

You've made him cry, and how

The little accordionist

Doesn't want to be a pianist

What do you say, Anita?

Neither one nor the other

My boy will do as he wants

The holy family won't decide

What tune he dances to

Neither one nor the other

My boy will do as he wants

Society won't explain to me

How to make a man of him

A little love, a little honey

A little sunshine for his rainbows

A little sand for his castles

And all the crayons he needs to draw

That's all it takes,

that's all it takes

A little love, a little honey

A little sunshine for his rainbows

A little sand for his castles

And all the crayons he needs to draw

That's all it takes,

that's all it takes

Well, sonny, you took your time.

Did you see your mum?

All right...

I've put together a selection.

If your aunts question you

at Gestapo HQ upstairs,

they'll think you were at the market.

Today's Thursday.

Next Thursday, same time?

Let's go, Madame Herrol.

Really?

Paul?

Solange, your hands.

He runs fast for a pianist.

Amazing, isn't she?

My job was giving me panic attacks.

My parents made me be a doctor.

But I dreamt of working with animals.

They don't talk.

They don't nag you

with their problems.

See you next week.

You're here?

I just popped in to say hello.

Hello. Goodbye. I have someone.

I have Psylocybe semilanceata powder.

The melons still need a month or two.

It can go on credit.

Do you know Madame Di Rosa?

Madame Di Rosa.

Asthmatic bronchitis.

Her Chihuahua

had a slight heart attack.

That left him dead.

He was a nasty piece of work.

So I thought of you.

Madame Di Rosa

has a lovely chimneybreast.

I see...

It'll be a start.

But I'm learning the theory.

To get your hand in.

A Chihuahua isn't that big.

No, it's not that big...

Sorry, I have to show you the door.

Melons in three weeks.

I'll think about Madame Di Rosa.

Goodbye, Monsieur De Cressac.

Come on, your turn, kid.

His karma was to be a taxidermist.

His patients had a lucky escape.

What about you, my boy,

was it your karma to be a pianist?

I wanted to be a landscaper.

Outdoors,

planting forests and gorgeous gardens

as far as the eye can see.

Good job we have more than one life.

We're saying it for your sake.

You could have had

a career as a pianist.

I'm not interested.

How can you say that?

If I had your gifts...

The De Cressacs are obsessed

with this idea of a family virtuoso.

I played the piano to make Dad happy.

It's your Marcel.

He prefers the accordion...

Leave him be. Is it because

he's not from our world?

I prefer it that way.

Right, we haven't had

many stevedores in the family.

What are you going to do?

Marcel and I have plans.

Plans?

I can't talk about them yet.

Come on, Paul, let's get ice creams.

Look out below!

Perfect.

Not bad!

Hello.

- Your baby brother?

- No.

- Your son?

- Yes.

Never mind. A handsome baby.

A pretty mother, a handsome baby.

Thanks.

Know how photogenic you are?

Want to be in a commercial?

With him?

I don't know.

I go back to Paris this week.

We have to meet.

And your name is?

Anita.

Anita... That's pretty.

May I offer you an ice cream?

Clear off!

Anita, I've had girls by the pound,

I've been around

Anita, they were all for play

Anita, that was before today

Anita, with your flavour I'll stay

Your beauty

Like water ice

Makes me melt

In a trice

I'm going nuts

Feels so nice

Beauty, kiss me sweet as spice

Your beauty

Like water ice

Makes me melt

In a trice

I'm going nuts

Feels so nice

See that guy, Marcel?

What's wrong?

Mum's favourite film

What on earth's wrong with him?

I'll get another bottle.

Excellent idea.

Delicious.

Dig in.

It'll clean out your intestines.

He's looking better already.

Careful, you got some crab on him.

Sweetheart...

My daughter won't be long.

She can be a little antisocial at times.

Cellists...

They're lone wolves!

Would you like some vegetables?

Certainly not!

Let me explain.

Paul is obsessed with vegetables.

They're all we ever eat now.

All his money goes on them.

So, when we got your kind invitation,

we didn't think twice.

A weekend of fresh air,

far from Paris and pollution...

Far from vegetables...

We didn't know Trouville. It's...

It's...

It's full of air.

Paul is competing

for the young soloist prize again, I hear.

This year will be the last time.

33 is the age limit

for being young.

The competition is tough.

You said it.

Especially from the Chinese.

The Chinese?

He's been battling the Chinese

for 15 years.

Yes, but they are

particularly gifted people.

Strength in numbers is all it is.

It's the same thing

in our neighbourhood.

In our neighbourhood,

they're everywhere.

They're talented though.

All they can do is win.

It's mathematical.

They stifle the rest of us.

Meet my daughter, Michelle.

Michelle is a pretty name.

Ever had brandied cherries?

Paul's real problem are his fingers.

As a baby,

he had his mother's slender hands.

During adolescence...

With the hormones...

His body changed.

Everything grew.

I see...

No, you don't see.

Everything grew except his hands.

Now he has his father's chubby fingers.

We have to make do with that.

Do you know Professor Kruzinsky?

A hand surgeon?

A piano teacher.

I'll give you his number.

He's highly respected

in the piano world.

And jury chairman this year.

Really, would you do that for us?

We have to help each other.

He'd help us a lot more

if he stopped adopting Chinese babies!

A lollipop!

The sea air!

Are you still a virgin?

Me too.

It's a bummer, isn't it?

Come on, Mimi.

That's good.

Yes, that's good.

It's very good.

Very good...

The light...

The void beyond the light...

No contours...

The light swallows everything,

digests it...

You don't listen to music.

It burns into the retina of your eye.

A pianist is a pyromaniac of the soul.

He's a criminal!

And you've understood that.

You have to be a criminal

to play the piano.

You have to be a piece of sh*t!

But a shining piece of sh*t.

And you do that beautifully!

So...

what's all this business

about short, chubby fingers?

Let's get serious here!

So...

that's fairly positive?

Good.

That's reassuring.

- Who do I make the cheque out to?

- I prefer cash.

Forgive me,

but people can be dishonest.

May I?

The light...

May I sit down?

I knew I'd find you here.

That's a beautiful tree.

At least it hasn't been turned

into a cello. Or a piano.

Talking of pianos,

have you seen Kruzinsky?

"The light... The light..."

I wanted to tell you...

I'm sorry about last time.

Did I shock you?

I have to go, I have a rehearsal.

Are you here every day?

See you soon then.

That Chinese girl's cute, isn't she?

Want some advice about women?

I don't have any.

Yet I'm a woman.

That shows how complicated we are.

It's good to see you smile.

My little brother

never smiled either.

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