Paulette Page #4
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- Year:
- 2012
- 87 min
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God moves in mysterious ways.
Think so?
I'm sure of it.
What will my Francis think?
I think he'll be very pleased
to see you happy.
Hallelujah!
What about me?
- How was the boat trip?
- Great.
What's wrong?
You care now?
I lost my job.
It was bound to happen.
I'd like nice clothes.
Or weekend breaks.
My life is ugly and shitty.
I keep fighting with Ousmane.
Here.
This might help.
Where's this from?
We bake cakes.
It's going well.
I don't want your cash!
Where were you when I gave birth
or on Lo's birthday?
Never a gift!
Now you remember him!
Keep your damn cash!
Agns...
Leave me alone!
I wanna play!
Screw this sh*t!
Shut up, you!
That's a real woman.
- Vito.
- Now what?
Taras wants to see Paulette.
Shittin' me?
I thought their breasts were bigger.
Flat as boards!
Yes? You're here?
Mrs Paulette, please come with me.
Mr Taras is waiting.
I'll be right there.
- Hey, Paulette.
- Hi, Rachid.
Hey, Paulette.
Hello.
Brown-noser!
Paws off!
Punch him, Paulette!
She's clean, boss.
Give him a right hook!
Mr Taras, delighted to meet you.
Who are the tarts?
Whores or your friends?
Cheers, Mr Taras.
Sales have tripled in a month.
What's your secret?
If I tell you,
it won't be a secret.
But as Francis, my husband, said:
"The trick is
to vary the menu
to increase the clientele. "
Hear that, Vito?
Yeah, vary the menu.
Why didn't you think of that?
I dunno.
Grandma, take his place.
- Take drugs out of the ghetto.
- Wait.
You and me, we're going
to increase business.
And me?
You?
F*** me!
There's no signal in this shithole!
F*** and sh*t!
# She told me to go up there
# whistle on the hill
# To await her
with a small bouquet of wild roses
# I gathered flowers
I whistled as much as I could
# I waited and waited
# She never came
Kids love cakes,
so imagine if we sell
in nursery schools.
Nursery schools?
They'll soon be junkies.
Then, crack,
heroin, cocaine... Another level!
Imagine all the cash we can make!
But, Mr Taras...
What? Make 'em chocolate pastries.
Kids love chocolate.
Start tomorrow.
Why are you here?
Who gave you this pastry?
Mom did.
My pal's going to the seaside
with his gran.
Would you like to see the sea?
You bet I would!
Did the rental guy
say how many gears this has?
6, he said.
6?
There's at least 2 I haven't found.
Are you happy?
How does it work?
Try the red handle under the seat.
The living area.
The first bedroom.
And here's the second bedroom.
We wish you an excellent stay
in our hotel.
We came here every summer.
But...
where's the house?
We're too late, Alzheimer.
Granny!
Not too fast!
Is this where you came with Mom?
Beautiful.
I'd forgotten how beautiful it was.
No, Mom.
I'd tell you,
but she's not being mean.
Sure you won't be scared alone?
No, he won't be scared.
Why were you mean
for so long?
You're not so mean, after all.
Be careful, though!
You know, if we're here,
it's thanks to you.
I'll tell you when you're grown up.
Mr Taras, I've thought it over.
I want no part of your cake business.
Why? Because I think it's wrong.
Know what, Russky?
Screw you!
How about a drive along the coast?
Just us two.
Scram.
7, red, impair.
You're very lucky!
- What's your name?
- Alzheimer!
Are you OK, my little Lo?
It's time to go home.
What happened?
Francis...
Problem, Mr Vito?
There is a small problem.
Taras hates it
when people say no to him.
What'll you do?
We'll burn your feet
with a blowtorch.
Then, we'll cut you into little bits.
- We have the kid.
- Little Lo!
Now listen,
you do what Mr Taras wants.
Or I'll turn the kid
into sausage meat!
Please don't hurt him, Mr Vito.
He's not involved.
Her birthday?
No, she took Lo to the seaside.
I warn you, it's the police. Open up!
If you don't open up,
I'll call a SWAT team!
One...
Paulette?
Paulette?
We have Lo, so shut up!
Pardon me.
- What happened?
- Nothing.
- You've been burglarized!
- No.
I'll get a patrol here now.
No, Ousmane, there's no need.
The wind just knocked over
a few trinkets.
Hurricane Katrina, more like!
It's fine, really.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, thanks for coming over.
I just have to tidy things up now.
They're bluffing.
Lo's tough.
They mean business.
Mom, open up!
Is he here?
- Who?
- He's not?
- Who?
- Lo, dammit!
He disappeared after school.
I thought he was here.
Vito kidnapped him.
Who's Vito?
He supplies the drugs.
That idiot Vito thought
we were screwing him.
So, he kidnapped the kid
to blackmail Paulette.
What?
I'll call Ousmane.
No, don't do that.
They might hurt the kid.
Who is it?
Where's the kid?
Or we'll bite your balls off!
Momo, what're you playing at?
What's going on?
What the hell is this?
What're you doing?
Don't point that at me.
They're mean.
- Not so smart now.
- Drop it.
- Free the kid first.
- What?
- It's not up for negotiation!
- What?
NY."
Now what?
Untie him!
I don't care if I die.
- Untie him.
- Really?
Just do it!
Gran!
Run along, kid.
Where's Momo, dammit?
I dunno.
Yeah.
OK, Taras.
Granny, be reasonable.
Mr Taras, never...
Never will I make space cakes
for kids Lo's age.
Vito.
Yeah.
OK, Taras.
Idriss, the blowtorch.
Oh, f***, what a mess!
What did you tell the cops?
I wouldn't tell the police.
And it's not my fault
if my son-in-law's a cop.
What is this sh*t?
Stop!
At the moment, my daughter
is having relationship trouble.
So he came over to discuss it.
Never had relationship trouble?
Shut up!
Drop your gun!
Don't move!
Get going, you!
I'll deal with him myself.
I suspected
when I saw your apartment.
Do you know about the cakes?
What cakes?
Vito says you're dealers.
He has proof.
Is that true?
I know, Francis, I shouldn't have.
You've been gone 10 years now.
How can I get by
on 600 euros a month? How?
I'll miss the kid.
I grew fond of him.
Free Paulette!
Free Paulette! Free Paulette!
Paulette equals Bob Marley
In view of their age,
Paulette and her accomplices
were given suspended sentences.
As you can see, the verdict
was hailed as a victory
by their supporters
who have now calmed down.
What'll we do
without the hash?
No more vacations,
shopping, and restaurants.
We had fun while it lasted.
Don't worry. I have a plan.
I don't understand a word of this.
Hello, Rene.
- Good trip?
- Great.
It's good to see you.
Hi, Lucienne.
Hello, Walter.
Hi, fella.
Hi, Maria.
Those little bars in the tea box...
I didn't tell Mom.
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