La famille Belier Page #3

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.

Sh*t!

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 b*tch!

- Are you OK?

- Mmm.

Hey!

You're a little a**hole.

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 a**hole

- 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

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