Les Tuche & la caméra Page #3

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Look at that mess.

I'd expected 100 people. What are we going to do?

~ Oh! Mashed party!

~ Good idea!

She like mash?

She like mash?

Mash?

Mash?

Mom, I'm afraid.

Do you know Paris Hilton?

Well...sure.

Her jacket is from the MTV Awards.

Awards.

Yes.

You like Paris Hilton?

She's a model.

Imagine, she has it all.

Wealthy parents, hotels, swimming pools...

A real Frenchy.

Well, that hasn't been enough.

She created her own destiny.

Like me.

To become Miss Bouzolles, I had to kiss the mayor's son,...

~ He ruled the lobe.

~ The lobe?

Because he made himself eat Kevin's ear.

Kevin's his handicapped son.

They put him in prison.

He escaped to Martinique...

the cops found him at a restaurant.

He was eating...

pigs' ears.

Your parents also won...

~ the lottery?

~ No. My father runs...

a business. The Stock Exchange.

But that's also a lottery.

Stphanie, can I take a shot?

Oh, yeah, sure!

~ For the net?

~ For me.

No close-ups...

I'm not quite made up.

Call me ST.

"Ice Tea"?

No...

ST:
Stphanie Tuche.

~ Jean-Wa, show us what you know.

~ Can I?

That's not a good idea.

Jean-Wa, like Zizou.

Jean-Wa!

Mouna, Mouna...

Let him go, your kid.

Here.

With your head! Another one!

It is awfully good, sparkling tone. It looks like real Champagne.

Good, good. Go on and shoot!

Yes!

Go on.

You know you're good?

~ Do you play in a club?

~ No. My father prefers school.

That doesn't matter. Donald doesn't play, but gets nothing but zeros in school.

We are happy to be here. It's great, Monaco.

In Bouzolles, nothing happened,...

except the Tour de France once a year.

But last year,,...

they changed the route.

Before that, it was through Pauzat, St. Rattle, so on to Bouzolles.

Tell me, Mouna,...

~ have you already met her?

~ Who?

The Princess.

What did you make of them?

Rednecks, but they have something.

What thing?

They are endearing.

Can I play football at the Tuches?

~ Look...

~ It's OK with Mom.

But not every day.

After three weeks,...

without going to school, I asked to go to a private academy.

We chose the most expensive.

Mr. and Mrs. Tuche,...

I reviewed your request, but I have...

to register my veto.

A veto? He's not a dog! Be a pediatrician,...

Mr. ...Van Brick.

You have misunderstood, Madame. I refuse your son...

entry to our institution.

He has not...

attained a sufficient standard for admission.

Van Brick, are you Belgian?

There was our traveling cousin, Michel...

Yeah...

He often goes to Bruges,...

and he tells us that it is very beautiful.

That's true, it's very beautiful.

The Venice of the North,...

its winding canals...

Its French Fries!

I love the Belgians!

I feel it!

But it's not enough.

Your Donald isn't...

sharp as an arrow.

I kill myself to say.

Let's see here, Mr. Brick.

In the name of Franco-Belgian...

amity,...

on behalf...

On behalf...

On behalf of solidarity among expatriates...

Give him a chance. Please!

You've got a nice face, tell you what!

I'll give you ninety days...

as a trial period.

Let's go.

~ "Vive la Belgique"!

~ "Vive la Belgique"!

Oh, a little kiss, anyway.

That smell.

Oh, good God! You smell like a good potato.

I miss it.

Here in Monaco, we eat sparingly...

Prince Albert is not very starchy.

What a pity.

It's still beautiful, the sea.

That's right.

But it's always the same, just the water moves.

It's beautiful, that's what I said.

I'll consider making some French Fries for Brick.

Yes, it will corrupt the potato.

~ Hi, Jeff!

~ Jean-Wa! Hi, Zizou!

Come on, Quack-Quack!

~ I don't like football.

~ Oh...Come on.

You're right, my duckling, rest.

The family Tuche, right?

Oh! Mouna!

Cute, your kid, and he plays well.

You will not mind him?

Think it through --- it'll keep Jeff busy.

That's just fine.

Jean-Wa, he seems to get bored less than you.

I'm more laid-back.

A small glass?

I don't mind.

I take the same sparkling wines as you do.

What are you reading?

A report on mines in China.

You talk like my Dad.

What's he do?

He won the award for manager of the year.

Tsunami!

How's that for a Dad with style!?

Do sea lions! Do sea lions!

Oh, guys, look. Albanian tourists.

Where are they going?

Meanwhile, Wil, my brother,...

had realized his dream of doing nothing...

being busy.

Hummer H2. Respect, man.

~ Thank you, man. You can touch it.

~ They kill, these rims.

~ What's your name?

~ Raphal,...

but they call me Raph.

And you?

Wilfried.

I call myself Tuche Daddy.

To see you...

Is to love you...

I'm sure...

he has a mistress.

A 20 year old slut who makes him believe...

he fucks like a god. You bet!

~ Why do you put up with it?

~ What can I do?

Leave and return...

to Beirut?

Beirut!

Yeah, yeah...

I wasn't born here.

I was born there, under the bombs.

There was nothing,...

but we had everything.

Pay attention, Cathy,...

money,...

it can be poison.

So how...

Then tell us, Mouna...

You go there, you,...

to...

to the Country Club?

Well, yeah.

You cannot know how happy I am.

~ Without you, we wouldn't have gotten in.

~ It's not won yet.

Who's the geranium with Mouna?

Her neighbor.

The one that won 100 million in the lottery.

She has a French fry van in her garden.

~ I'm ill.

~ And a photo booth...

in the living room.

Monaco is really changing.

Madame.

No, thank you. I have mine.

I feel like I'm at the zoo.

I know. Don't fret. They will get tired.

You think I will become a Mongasque?

I think you have to stay yourself.

Come on, Mouna, it is too good.

In Bouzolles, I didn't swim at all, there's just mineral water.

Help!

Help!

Come on, Madame.

It's all right, Mouna, it's fine.

~ What just happened?

~ Just a malaise.

You should wait two hours after eating...

otherwise, it's risky.

~ This is electrocution.

~ Hypothermia.

Yeah, both.

I opened the spa...

to rest.

~ Thank you.

~ You're welcome.

Congratulations on your reaction.

I didn't stop to think.

What courage. Mouna El Assad.

Daniel Bichard.

My dear. Cathy Tuche.

My pleasure.

I have to go...

~ get changed.

~ Yes, of course.

Nice, my friend.

Hello!

I'm Jeff Tuche. Vive le Prince!

~ Do you have season tickets?

~ Yes.

I'd like two.

A real Mongasque must support...

~ his team

~ Yeah...

Do you have a fight song?

~ No.

~ I knew it.

But I didn't learn the words.

Now me, I have...

written it down.

We'll ask for help from J.-J. Goldman...

or from Christophe Mah. That's an idea.

Oh Monaco...

Oh Monaco...

Your place is always warm...

Oh Monaco...

Oh Monaco...

Your rock...

is the most beautiful.

Oh Monaco...

We support you also...

in the pubs...

O-o-o-oh!

There we are.

I do not know what to say.

Me neither. I'm very moved.

How much do I owe you?

Well, 1,500 Euros.

OK...400,...

500, 600...

You found someone?

Oh...No.

~ The last threw in the towel.

~ I was in charge of a club of kids.

I should do it...

again. It's my civic duty...

to help our youth.

I'll talk to management.

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