La famille Belier Page #2

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 f***ing 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 ...

- B*tch.

- 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 f***ing 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 sh*t!

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.

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