Le bonheur de Pierre Page #2

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We don't want to scare them.

Come in and get warm.

Is that the inn?

Oops, the sandwiches.

No, it's over there.

The old, rickety one.

Typical, isn't it, darling?

Hello there!

C'mon in before

you freeze to a frazzle!

Watch how you talk

or they won't understand.

They aren't used to our accent.

Please. Do come in.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Strip off and thaw.

Let me take your coats.

Let me help you.

- Thank you.

Thanks, I'll keep mine on.

Mr. Martin, Ma'am,

as Mayor of St. Simone du Nord,

I'm extremely pleased

to welcome you officially.

We're so happy to meet you!

Shall we French-kiss?

We could start with a hug,

don't you think?

Oh dear, he's scaring

the sweet little doggie.

May I introduce Killer?

No, the dog.

My faithful hound.

That's Steven, my son. He's 27.

In 3 years he'll be 30 and

all grown up. If we're lucky.

Wow, cool!

- That's half his vocabulary.

That's not cool!

- That's the other half.

Michel, he's not a retard.

That's the way young people

talk these days.

Go back and finish

what you were doing, dear.

What?

Shove off.

No, thank you.

You'll be pleased to know

this is an offer to buy the inn.

A generous offer,

since it's falling to pieces.

That's not your fault.

But we can't leave you

with a dump

like that on your hands.

Also, I feel a bit responsible.

We really liked your aunt... er...

Jeanne.

- That's right.

No, thank you.

When I saw your suitcases,

I figured you'd be staying

for a few days.

Let me stop you right there.

We're not staying a few days.

No?

You'll be pleased to hear

that we're not going back.

We're staying.

What do you mean, staying?

From the verb "to stay" .

The opposite of "to leave".

We're staying.

Yes! We're taking over

Aunt Jeanne's inn.

Oh.

Aren't you pleased?

Steven, turn off that damned

video, it's driving me nuts!

I've told you time and again!

I'll bust it over your friggin' head!

Typical.

Delighted.

Never been

so delighted in my life.

Thrilled to death.

Daddy, we should go.

Our friends are tired.

Give us the key.

- What for?

Didn't you hear? We're tired.

Gimme the key to the inn.

Daddy!

They're staying. Blast it.

It's pretty. It's picturesque.

I think we're unwelcome here.

Oh, no. We just witnessed

an intergenerational conflict.

Would you undo this?

They're country people.

They don't express their emotions.

I can't get a signal.

- There's a phone and power.

No, I'm sure we'll all

get along beautifully.

It really is

the back of beyond.

They're staying, blast them.

They're moving into my inn!

It's not really your inn.

They don't want to sell.

I am not going to have another

generation of Frenchies in my inn.

Don't be like that!

I think they look nice.

Lulu, no more aliens

in St. Simone. Ever again.

My mouth hurts.

My whole face hurts.

I can't talk all pinched

like that for long.

You see?

They'll last a week.

Then they'll be gone.

Count on it.

Shall we go up

to that big double bed?

If you lock the door,

sweetie.

Oh no. Everything is frozen.

The dolt - I told him not to

leave the luggage in the cold.

It's so droll.

Look, it's frozen stiff.

Very funny.

Just look at my cream.

Hard as a rock. It's ruined.

It's good for nothing now.

What are you doing up so early?

I'm watching my inn.

You and your inn!

If your father hadn't been

so stingy, and so dumb...

He shouldn't have had

to buy his brothers out.

He was the eldest.

He should have

inherited it automatically.

Well, well, look who's here.

If it isn't Michel Dolbec.

It's been a while.

Did somebody die?

Yes and no. Those Frenchies

slept at my inn last night.

Your inn? Your inn?

The inn doesn't belong

to anybody now.

Before that Frenchwoman had it,

it was my grandfather's,

and it was built on

my great-grandfather's land.

Quit whining, Michel Dolbec.

Anyone can buy it.

Not if the Frenchies move in.

Not if they won't sell.

Not if they stay.

If they want to stay,

it's no skin off your nose.

What do you mean, if they stay?

Stay.

From the verb

"not go back home" . Get it?

Big Joe.

If you help me get rid of them,

I'll see that you get helluva plumbing

contract from the municipality.

Start by giving back the one

you cancelled last year.

That wasn't my decision.

The town council decided that,

I'll have you know.

Go ahead. Let him in.

Come in.

Shut the door.

It's cold outside.

Aliens!

I'll tell you this: no way are

Frenchies going to settle here.

St. Simone belongs to us!

It's our home,

and we're a family.

We must protect our village,

the land of our ancestors.

They're planning to buy up

everything and tear it down,

to build a big hotel complex.

Don't we have enough already?

It starts with an inn,

and next thing you know

they've bought the whole province.

Yes, Mario.

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor. But...

Yes?

Aren't the French our ancestors?

The Frenchies came yesterday

and they're about my age.

Who ever heard of ancestors

the same age as us?

Where did you get

an idea like that?

Any more smart questions?

Yeah!

- Yes, Mo.

Are we going to get

a skidoo trail this winter?

The municipal council has always

opposed a snowmobile trail.

I said so during the election

campaign and I'll say it again.

It attracts foreigners

who drive like maniacs.

Make a snowshoe trail instead.

A snowshoe crash

is less painful.

Anyway, that's not what

we're here to discuss.

Yes, Steven?

Are we gonna get a

snowmobile trail this year?

Blast it, didn't you hear

what I just said?

Pay attention, dear.

Never mind the snowmobile trail.

I'm talking about

the red, white and blue peril!

But what can we do?

I'll tell you.

There's an old French... er...

...Chinese proverb that says

keep your friends close to you

and your enemies even closer.

Did you get that?

Any more questions?

Aunt Jeanne...

Thank you.

Darling, it's almost Nirvana!

Your Nirvana needs work.

The plumbing is finished,

the bathroom's a wreck,

and all the doors stick.

Good! We start from scratch!

- Oh, yes.

Company! Who can it be?

- Wow. The suspense!

Mr. Mayor!

What a pleasant surprise.

Good morning, sir! Ma'am...

- Morning.

Mr. Martin, allow me to wish you

a happy day among us.

We figured that

the French eat croissants.

So here they are.

Oh! Thank you, that's very kind.

Thanks so much.

With a nice hot coffee,

they're something else.

No.

Thank you.

I'm sure we'll enjoy them.

Goodbye!

One more thing...

So they don't get stale.

Have a lovely day.

They're not so dumb.

It may be harder than you think

to stay close to your enemies.

Quit clowning and come on.

Okay. Don't get

your knickers in a twist.

You'll have a heart attack.

Right. I started a to-do list.

How can you eat that?

It's not fit for a dog.

Daddy!

You gave that muck to Pekoe?

That's disgusting!

- It's very good.

Don't you realize?

Pekoe is French!

It'll make him sick!

After that muck,

what's he brought now?

Daddy, I'm telling you

I don't like that man.

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