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the swashbuckler style.

And the garden!

Great for hiding Easter eggs.

Let's get to the point.

What brings you here?

l'm Didier Barleycorn,

resident of Le Havre.

High Seas Quarter,

behind the velodrome.

l took the liberty of coming

to express my feelings

for your daughter.

l really have feelings for her.

l love France.

lt's nice of you to inform us

but if France had a boyfriend

we would know.

Wouldn't we, Henri?

lt's recent.

Then there was that drowning.

But...

- Where did you meet?

- At her dance school.

l signed up

for a disco contest.

The Gin Fizz Academy

run by Jean-Franois Jackson.

l needed a coach to get

"back in the saddle."

By chance l meet France.

And then...

Life, you know.

So, to recap...

Just in case we missed something.

You're in love with our daughter,

France. ls that it?

Let's call France.

What do you think?

l don't think anything anymore.

Don't do that.

This is between us.

Something like

our secret.

And l wanted...

You wanted what exactly,

Mr. Barleycorn?

To celebrate the event with you.

Have any glasses?

Have you seen

how the bosses look at you?

l hope your contest is over soon.

They're not taking us seriously.

And you're late.

l had to stick the sequins

back on my costume.

lt's shedding.

Watch the crocodile leather boots.

Watch out for the seagulls.

Seagulls sh*t.

And if negotiations resume tonight?

l left instructions with Nico.

lf not, call me on my cell

at "The Pirate."

Good evening and welcome

to "The Pirate" in Pont l'Evque

for the quarter finals

of the Gin Fizz Academy.

Contestant No. 1 ...

The Bee Kings!

11:
40 P.M. Quarter Finals.

"The Pirate." Pont l'Evque.

BEWARE OF DOG:

What are you doing here?

We were up late. We had a bash.

We won. And hands down.

Hard work pays off.

Care for a coffee?

No, thanks. This won't take long.

You're sulking. There a problem?

And a big one.

What did you go tell my parents?

By what right?

So that's it.

l wanted to express my feelings.

Your feelings?

What were you thinking?

And l'm the woman of your life,

and something happened.

Not to mention Easter eggs

in the garden.

This is nonsense.

My father's still in shock

in the living room.

But we had a smooch.

Smooch?

l haven't heard that word

since l was a teenager.

l kissed you like a child, a friend,

because l'm fond of you. That's all.

lt's simple,

Mr. Didier Barleycorn,

alias Travolta.

There are two solutions:

either we stop now, or we go on.

But if we go on,

and l want this to be clear...

We have no other relations

other than work,

work, and more work.

What are you talking about?

Have you flipped out?

We made it because of her.

l've been thinking.

We don't need her. F*** it!

l have two France Navarres

in each leg.

No, in your head.

What're you trying to pull?

This why you called us?

First she a genius,

then she's a jerk.

What is this?

And what were you doing

at her parents'?

Ever see a rich girl

go with a bus driver?

Hold on...

No. 1 :
l'm no bus driver.

No. 2:
l didn't know

they'd repeat it.

No. 3:
This is between Navarre

and me. lt's nobody's business.

Not our business?

Let me tell you something.

lf we came back

it was to get you out of the sh*t.

lt was for your kid.

The sacrifices we made for you...

Right?

lt's true.

Without the dance classes,

we won't make the finals.

lf it's to be the disco bozos,

count me out.

Personally, l quit!

No sweat. Quit.

With pleasure,

and even relief!

lt's bad enough that the union

takes me for the Village People.

Enough is enough!

Stop chewing each other out.

Mind your wife, Billy Elliot.

That's not nice.

Hurray for vacations!

Check traffic conditions!

You know what?

Don't worry about us bozos!

l'll fight it out with Noneye,

my true pal!

We're gonna win!

Wanna know something?

You've restored my fighting spirit.

The two of us will win, without you.

A book of stamps, please.

A book of stamps!

8:
50 P.M. Semifinals

Macumba Club of Elbeuf

We'll make it, son.

A problem, guys. l don't know

if the jury took pity on you,

or if you wowed them

with your Swan Lake,

but this is a real first.

The jury vote ended in a tie.

We'll do this the old way:

The place for the finals

will be decided by drawing straws.

Heads or tails.

Heads.

- lt's dumb. l was thinking tails.

- Why didn't you call it?

This won't boost your spirits

but we have nothing to blush about.

lf Maradona came back

for the World Cup,

l bet he'd finish third.

Anyway, l'm having a rough time.

And Sephora's out of Kouros.

Did you try Marionnaud?

l won't be seeing my kid so soon.

Poor little fella.

A kebab?

lt's latched.

So?

Darty open late?

Good night and goodbye.

Noneye the Bee King.

Get a move on.

This has gone on long enough.

You too, Noneye.

Charming.

Did the radio call back?

Brian wrote you.

CANT WATE FOR VACATION

Do you have a rsum,

Mr. Barleycorn?

A rsum... of what?

Of what you've done.

Oh, yes, a rsum of what l've done.

November is Mom's birth date...

Do you have any degrees?

Like everybody else.

Not everyone has a degree.

Do you have one or not?

lsn't that your friend?

What are you doing here?

Nothing. Watching the boats.

You've never come

to watch the boats.

And l wanted to tell you:

the Bee Kings were eliminated.

By a coin flip.

Against the Polacks.

A coin flip?

First l thought tails,

but l called heads.

lt came up tails.

The story of my life.

But really, l wanted to apologize.

l wasn't equal to your friendship.

l wasn't brilliant either.

l feel sorry for your kid.

l can't even call him.

Some father!

Nothing ever goes right.

Friendship, the lottery,

romance.

By the way, Noneye got the boot.

He's at my place.

Didier Barleycorn...

How are you doing? The strike?

We're holding.

lf l can help...

What will you do now?

Look for work?

What's in there?

My rsum.

Look.

lt's so empty it floats.

l'm leaving Le Havre.

Like any port,

try to keep afloat and you go under.

l won't keep you. So long, Walter.

Wait.

Your son...

He'll see his kangaroos.

We're suspending the strike!

The Varsovia will clear out.

The Polacks in Poland.

The Bee Kings

in the finals.

l don't get it.

They in the finals or not?

ln the finals.

The boat sailed.

The strike's over?

lt started again after they sailed.

Did your new tenant patch things up

with his wife?

That's another story.

He's taking an in-house exam

at Darty.

He'd better pass.

Otherwise, he's not likely

to win his Coco back again.

What a lot of competing.

What are you doing Sunday?

Happy birthday, France.

My dear Guillaume,

what a warm welcome.

You're a swell guy.

l wish l had a brother like you.

l love your sister.

l adore the Navarres

and Cherry.

l love everybody.

You're terrific!

l don't know if you know,

but l made the finals.

We'd have to be deaf and blind

not to know.

l forget my present. ln my jacket.

Go get it.

He's a real bronco.

l'm moving on to vodka,

our finalist friends

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