Jacquot de Nantes

I know the art

of evoking happy moments!

Those scents, those unending kisses,

will they be born again

from that unfathomable abyss,

like a rejuvenated sun

rises in the heaven

from the depths of the sea?

O scents, O unending kisses!

The night was growing

dense like a wall

and my eyes glimpsed yours

in the dark.

And I drank your breath

- O sweetness, O poison -

and your feet fell asleep

in my brotherly hands.

The night was growing dense

like a wall. "

Is it over?

No, it's not.

Come, Jacquot, it's the end.

Sometimes it starts again.

No, it doesn't. Let's go.

Papa's waiting...

It's not finished...

I'm staying.

Show us yours, Jacquot.

What, now?

Don't you worry...

They do it later in the Army

to measure and compare,

so they know.

Know what?

Look out, someone's coming!

Put it back.

It's nothing to write home about.

You three again!

Hello boy, homework done?

That's right. Is it done?

Not yet, Papa.

Do what your father says.

Hurry up, Madame Marilou...

5 litres exactly.

You're tops.

- Hurry! Only one side is curled...

- I'm coming!

I'm on stage in an hour.

Papa didn't want it,

Mama neither.

Good little children

Obey their parents.

- That's in Act 2.

- Yes. It's the donkey duet.

The curler is too hot.

Come down.

Stay away from that ladder.

Done your homework?

I left my bag in the garage.

- It's fixed?

- Yes.

It clunks when it's cold,

but that's normal.

Thanks.

Hello, Demy Garage here...

I want to order a new car.

A black Citron 7 CV.

The customer's in a hurry.

Damn kids...

Always blocking the stairs.

Jacquot! I hate being late.

I wanted an orange.

Goodnight, Papa.

You should've come with us.

I know "Les Saltimbanques"...

You know, the one Mama curls...

It is love

that consoles the poor...

In bed, "the poor".

Say your prayers.

Our Father who art in Heaven...

They are good boys.

Hail Mary full of grace...

Coming to give us a kiss, Mama?

A rich labourer,

knowing his death was imminent,

called his children in...

and addressed them without witness.

Be sure not to sell

what is ours, he said.

There is a treasure hidden within.

Jacques' childhood was his treasure

and a source of inspiration

for his films.

Now then...

let me write.

He was writing about his memories

and he talked about them a lot.

Anecdotes came back,

forgotten names

and suddenly remembered details.

He spoke of the little kitchen,

the focus of family life.

And above all of his mother,

who was the life and soul of it.

Do you remember our last date?

He liked remembering

Sunday outings,

when time passed slowly.

He had known what he called

"a happy childhood".

Jacques recalled

the arrival of a country cousin

that a Brazilian industrialist

had turned into an upmarket tart.

Wait here.

Hey, good-Iooking,

is this Raymond's garage?

Raymond's my father.

What do you want?

You don't know me,

but I'm your aunt from Rio.

Papa!

Someone to see you, Boss.

That's him.

Oh, it's you.

You look terrific.

Come and meet the wife.

It's that cousin I told you about,

who went off to Brazil.

Don't touch, it's organza.

At last I know the whole family.

I'll take you all

to La Cigale tonight.

Come here, you.

You're invited too.

Now I can kiss you...

Oops! It's my lipstick.

Shall I sing you a song?

For God's sake, don't get up.

Go on, sing Papa.

You didn't miss our local wine?

Yes, I often think of "Gros Plant".

One day a producer said

I ought to be in the movies.

So I did tests.

But "Gros Plan" means "Close-up"...

I thought he was

offering white wine!

Let's drink to that!

Cheers!

Beautiful diamonds...

Yes. So extravagant...

I've been spoiled too.

You really shouldn't have...

Don't you criticise me...

No, I'm pleased with my present.

I adore casinos,

particularly roulette...

I had a run of good luck.

I just kept on winning.

That means presents for everyone...

me too.

You came on your own?

I'm joining Bill Schuster in Munich.

He's the right sort.

First, I'd like to visit

Grandpa's grave.

I wasn't here when he passed on.

I will wait for you

night and day

until your return...

I'm the one who laughs...

Who wants to please...

I'm Lola.

That's my name.

We gave you your Grandpa's name,

but for me you're my little Jacquot.

Seeing my name there

when I was so young

gave me a sense of the fragility

of our existence.

Ah, how lucky I am!

I saw a little old lady

and grabbed her handbag.

I'm as slippery as an eel.

- Guignol!

- He's stolen a bag!

I saw a policeman...

...so I've hidden it.

Here he comes!

Good day, Guignol.

Good day, Gnafron.

Good day, Brigadier.

I say, you wouldn't have seen

a suspicious individual?

A bag snatcher!

Did any of you children

see him around here?

He hid it under a bush!

Are you doing that for Reine?

It still smells of coffee in here.

What are you, a tortoise?

None of your business.

Can I keep this box?

Take it if you like.

I want to make a puppet theatre.

What I hear about Munich's

not good.

I wonder about that cousin from Rio.

Off to see her Mr Schuster...

Probably a spy.

Yet she seemed sweet and kind.

How could anything go well?

Why go at all? And where?

Madame de Saint-Clair is here.

I feel like tapering it at the neck.

Mr Cavalet is home.

Will that do?

Almost...

I'll just give it one last comb...

You made a Negro policeman?

No, I didn't.

Why's he black then?

The potatoes go black.

I know...

I'll make the heads

out of cardboard.

Come along, everyone!

Hurry up, please!

Next show in 15 minutes!

Snow White is pretty.

I liked the witch.

I knew you would.

Grumpy's always grumpy.

He didn't stop sneezing.

That was Sneezy, dopey!

You must see the film.

It's terrific and scary.

My father promised to take me

if I get good marks.

I'm going again tomorrow.

Me too. I'm going on Sunday.

Hello. I've seen it too.

I like the witch best.

He's got a crush on Snow White.

Don't say that.

You said the other day

she was for you.

I didn't, but she's not bad.

She always sings

when she sweeps...

when she washes up...

and when she bakes cakes.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

I met three lads from my hometown

I was kissed by the youngest

Who was also the handsomest

He took me to his room

To talk of our hometown...

A whole bowl

A whole bowl of milk

Nice and creamy

Nice and creamy, please

Some sifted sugar

And then you mix

You mix it well

Mama, they're outside!

Come see, there are giant dwarfs.

You've got them all, even Dopey.

A bit of chocolate?

Yes, please.

You're lucky to have them all.

Haven't you got Snow White?

No, I don't care

two hoots about her.

She can't do the splits.

I can.

You try.

Go on, clumsy, try again.

Push downwards...

Stretch your legs...

We could work up

an acrobatics act

and tour the world in a circus.

If you like.

Keep trying.

Push!

Keep it rolling with your stick...

The Three Musketeers!

I've got my pay...

Pass me a spanner.

Let me treat you

to a lakeside lunch...

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