North Sea Texas

"North Sea, Texas"

It is...

good.

Agreed.

A, b, c, d, e, f, g,

h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o...

Open your eyes.

Put it on the chair, Marie.

And help me undress.

Lily of the valley.

Thanks, Marie, you can go.

What are you doing in my room?

Hey, Pim...

Come down, you fool. Mama's not angry.

Look what I found, kids. A little boy.

Hush, it's over now.

Get Pim a glass of water, you fool.

It's ok.

Here you go, sir.

You smell good.

- You smell really nice.

- It's uh, fragrance of Yvette.

It's time to go home, now.

But the puzzle's not finished yet.

Your mother doesn't care about that.

I don't want her...

Just one more bike.

Go.

Bye, Pim.

Here.

Hi, Mirza.

Here. That's pretty good.

"My left hand is the maid"

You'll see when I turn eighteen.

It'll be a shiny motorbike

instead of a bicycle.

Eighteen.

Look. A Suzuki 380 GT.

- You can ride on it.

- Me?

It's hot.

Pim, just imagine. 380cc.

When you turn fifteen,

you can have my bike.

For your birthday.

Thanks, Gino.

Wow.

Pimmie. You bastard.

The door.

The bell's ringing.

For you. From me.

A boy needs a knife.

tienne.

Wasn't yesterday your birthday?

It's tomorrow. Fifteen.

- Is that you, tienne?

- Yvette.

Here. It's yours.

A boy needs a knife.

What do you say?

"Thank you, tienne."

Nice dog.

Have a can of sardines later.

- I will.

- Yes, thanks.

Behave yourself. Lock the doors.

You're a big boy.

We'll be back tomorrow.

So do you like it?

Your knife?

Thanks a lot, tienne.

It's me.

Hello, "me".

You want a glass of lemonade, Pim?

The latest news.

The latest news of the

day before yesterday.

Your boss is taking my mother to Lille,

to the Accordion Festival.

They're staying at a hotel.

When you tempt the devil...

My mother doesn't like this fat guy.

She's only interested in his car.

Silence is golden, Pim.

That's why we're so rich.

Mom, can Pim can sleep over?

Can he?

Of course. It's not good to sleep

alone at night in an empty house.

You can sleep in my bed.

It's summer. We'll sleep out in

the dunes. In a tent, Pim and me.

A gift from my mother.

From my boss.

Not bad.

Now we both have a knife.

It's my birthday tomorrow.

That's why.

No one needs to know about this,

Pimmie. It's just between us.

- Hip hip hip.

- Cheer.

- Hip hip hip.

- Cheer.

For your birthday.

Pencils. Thanks, Sabrina.

I didn't have 4B yet.

Coffee?

Pim?

Yes.

Dreamer.

Could you sleep in the tent?

We should do it more often.

Mom made fries, can you believe it?

Of course, like always.

Can Pim come to Aunt Ginette's?

No, he cannot.

Right. It's a different

audience, those French.

I'm going to lie down.

No kiss from you, either?

You're making fries? I could...

When I learn the steps, I'll show you.

- Pim?

- Yes?

Dreamer.

I use a glue stick. It's cleaner.

The bike!

- Beauty and the Beast.

- Watch what you say, man.

What are you thinking?

You forgot the tent.

- Well?

- Wait.

Here. Happy birthday.

Thanks.

- It's me.

- Hi, "me".

- You want a glass of lemonade, Pim?

- We gotta roll, Pim and me.

- Not on the highway.

- Ok, mom.

- Come on.

- Already?

- I gotta go.

- Where?

La Panne.

- Can I come?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because.

Not together?

- We'll go together next time.

- Promise?

Of course. Come on.

Not a word to anyone, ok?

- Back already?

- Yeah. Gino's bike had a breakdown.

- tienne, couldn't you...

- Of course, what's the problem?

Oh, well, it's the carburetor.

The carburetor? We'll just

change it. I'll take a look.

- Is Gino at home?

- Yes... Uh, no.

It's not necessary. Don't go.

- It's no problem...

- It's not necessary.

- Gino can do it himself.

- Pim?

What you have got against tienne?

Little ingrate.

Well, I'll just pick you up on

Saturday for the Accordion show. Yvette.

We're going to Texas later.

We'll be there around eleven.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

A, b, c, d...

E, f, g...

Gino.

It's me.

Greetings, my boy.

A button on my dress...

Gino went to Dunkerque.

Why don't you find a

friend who lives closer?

The missus wanted to

go dancing. In La Panne.

Her name is Franoise.

You want a glass of

lemonade? It's orange.

Gino and dancing.

Kids, they grow up.

Should I open the white? There's

no more fizz in the orange.

He might bring her

back early. Franoise.

Franoise. She wears white sandals.

The bike?

Don't tease the boy, Sabrina.

Even used, it's expensive,

a bike like that.

And the salary for an

apprentice, it's not much.

All mom does is work. But hey,

it's always been Gino's dream.

And you can save money

on so many things.

- Packets of sugar.

- Mom.

Just between us, Pim...

The sugar packets...

I take them from trays in the cafeteria.

The doctor forbids me sugar, but...

Mom.

They throw them away, those packets.

Even when they haven't been opened.

Do you want a sandwich, Pim?

And yesterday, for

the first time, Gino...

...worked at the fast-food restaurant.

Friday nights and all day Sunday.

It pays rather well.

And tienne says he's

doing well at the garage.

He learns quickly, our Gino.

And if there's a problem with

the bike, he can fix it himself.

He has golden hands, that boy.

Gino will be back late.

What do you expect? He's eighteen.

And that girl loves to dance.

The paperboy has to go.

Me, I'm going to bed.

I've been tired lately.

You don't want anything to drink?

- You're going to Caf Texas?

- Yeah.

When the cat's away...

Your mother's not here yet.

Did you take her the newspaper?

Is Marcella still just as crazy?

Where's your mother

playing tonight? Is it far?

La Panne.

From now on he can bring

me the old newspapers.

That's a good boy.

Something to drink?

Well? Still no girlfriend?

Grenadine.

Oh, her name is Grenadine?

Certainly not from around here.

No no no, he doesn't

know yet. Right, my boy?

So, you don't look at girls?

Tell us. Which of us two

do you like? Go on, tell us.

Go on, flip through Le Libelle.

Or draw a little, silent boy.

- Ta-da!

- Better late than never...

Everything ok, my boy?

- He can draw you later.

- Sure.

Come on, Pim. Who haven't you drawn yet?

Me, he hasn't drawn me yet.

It's too hard. You're too beautiful.

- Was it crowded in La Panne?

- Oh la la!

Hey! Stop it!

Here. A beer for a big boy.

Your mother agrees.

It... She...

Forget it.

Gino.

I'm gonna tell Mom.

Keep quiet, ok?

Not like this.

It takes two. Come on.

Don't be shy.

It's... wait.

What's the matter?

I'm no dancer.

Do you think I'm pretty.

Yes.

Then hold me.

Sabrina, I...

Odd boy.

Thank you, Pim.

Tell me, what's her name,

that little French girl?

Gino's girlfriend.

I don't know.

Maybe he'll bring her to the fair.

tienne says that she's cute.

Tell me. Are you going

to spend all night drawing?

Normal boys your age go

out with their friends.

Or with a girl.

Oh la la.

Women your age no longer go out.

"Room for rent"

Sabrina.

Yes, water is included in the

price. Electricity and heating, too.

The bell.

The doorbell rang.

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