The Family Page #7

I'm trying to pay your mother

a compliment over here,

and you guys are going off

on some other nonsense.

Huh? What's wrong with this family?

What is this now? Hey.

Where's she going?

She leaves the table

in the middle of dinner?

I think she has

a little crush on someone.

Yeah, it's a math geek.

A crush?

And I'm the last to know, obviously.

It hasn't gone past first base so far,

I don't think.

Well, that's good to know,

but the guy just thinks he can call

at any time of the day or night?

What are we doing here?

Gio, it's fine.

It's not fine.

It's almost nine o'clock.

This is not a decent time for anybody

to be calling us. What are we doing?

- Dad. It's for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Good evening. This is Mr. Lemercier.

We met a few weeks ago at your

barbecue. I'm the English teacher.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I know you, yeah.

Right, right.

- So what can I do foryou?

- Well, um...

I've run the Cholong Film Society

for nearly five years now,

on a voluntary basis, ofcourse.

I see, I didn't know that.

We meet once a month for a film,

usually followed by a debate.

Ah.

I must say, the arrival of an American

writer in Cholong seems like

the perfect opportunity to revisit

some American classics,

and I thought of a film

that would suit you wonderfully.

What would that be?

Some Came Running by

Vincente Minnelli.

Yeah, that rings a bell. That's the one

with Sinatra or Dean Martin?

- Both.

- What's it about?

A writer, who's an army veteran, goes

back home with an unfinished novel.

- And who plays the writer? Frank?

- Yeah.

Well, let me think that over,

and I'll get back to you.

Very gracious of you.

Good night, Mr. Blake.

- Thank you, OK. Bye.

- Thank you.

Hey, Fred.

- Who's this? Pluto or Goofy?

It's Di Cicco. What do you mean,

"Let me think it over"?

I don't talk to dumbbells. Play the tape

for Stan and let him call me.

You out of your mind?

Stan, you told me to integrate,

that's what I did. I integrated.

He seemed like a nice guy

and I didn't want

to upset him and risk being unpopular.

"Unpopular"? Who the hell

asked you to be popular?

"Integrated," "discreet," "nondescript."

What the hell are you

gonna be doing at a debate

on American movie classics anyway?

- The subject just... as a writer...

- You're not a writer, Fred.

You even said I had a style all my own.

You're just a mean son of a b*tch

who managed to save his own ass.

Stan, I saved my own ass

because I don't wanna f***ing live

like a zombie the rest of my life.

I paid big time for that right, Stan.

The right to live decent,

physically, mentally, intellectually.

So I'm gonna get a copy of that movie,

I'm gonna watch it,

and I'm gonna think

of some interesting stuff to say,

and you're gonna come with me

to that debate. You understand?

And for that, you know what? I promise,

I'll give you a good write-up

in my memoirs.

- You're insane.

- I know.

Yeah.

- I'll see you at the debate.

- OK.

Don't expect me to come to your debate.

Thanks for your support.

Salut, Don Luchese. How are you?

I'm on the trail of Giovanni Manzoni.

Are you sure? We looked all over

the south of France for this guy.

The bastard's hiding out in Normandy.

Head over there and make him pay.

Him and all his family.

Where is he exactly?

Warren Blake!

Hurry up, a little quicker.

Go on.

Warren Blake.

There's not much to say

about your grades.

Fifteen out of 20, right across the board.

No problem there.

Now, let's talk about your conduct,

and the 22 complaints

I have received about you.

Complaints? About what?

Take your pick.

Assault, corruption, bullying,

threatening students, teachers, adults.

Where do you want to start?

I want to see my lawyer.

My eyes are killing me

from watching him too much.

- Well, what's he doing?

- Nothing. He's just sitting at his desk.

- Hello?

- HENRl:
Belle? It's me.

I know it's you, sweetheart.

- It's the boyfriend.

How did it go?

HENRl:
Fine.

All the stuff I studied for came up.

I had a quick check

afterwards and I think

I got pretty much everything right.

I'm so proud of you. Are you

coming home on the train tonight?

Uh, no. I'm going to stay in Paris

for a few days.

My father's in town and I have

to start looking for an apartment.

Well, nothing too small

and maybe one that has a bathtub.

On my budget, it won't be much bigger

than a shoebox.

A shoebox is fine

as long as it has a bed.

Belle, you're a wonderful person.

Amazing, even. And it was

an unforgettable experience.

An experience?

Yeah, I mean...

... a fabulous moment.

I gave you my heart and soul,

things I've never

given to anybody before,

and you wanna call it

"a fabulous moment"?

Yes, you're right.

It was much more than that, but...

You're right, it was more than that.

I chose you, Henri.

Belle, I'm not ready for that. My family

doesn't have very much money...

- What an a**hole.

- ... and they're relying on me.

- That's not the way to do it.

- Come on. Over the phone?

I can't drop everything

just like that for...

- For?

- Belle, try to understand.

Let's give it a few weeks and maybe

we can meet up now and then.

From door to door?

Belle...

Love was the only thing

that could take me away

from my crazy life.

It was my only hope.

And you crushed it.

- Seventeen years old.

- Slap him in the face myself.

- That's not the way to do it.

Unbelievable.

I'm warning you, Fred.

One word out of line, I'll lock

you in this house for one year.

Stan, will you relax?

We're not gonna go

shake nobody down.

We're gonna go watch a movie

at Cholong-sur-Avre.

That's all.

- Want to walk?

- No, we'll take my car.

- You ever see that movie?

- Never heard of it.

Father, I managed to get away.

- Ow...

- You. You can't stay here.

What's wrong?

Your confession has

haunted me all week.

How can you live such

a hellish existence?

Isn't that the point of confessing?

Your family is the incarnation of evil,

and your life is a never-ending pact

with the devil.

Leave this holy place,

for the love of God.

Enjoy the show.

- Thank you.

- Merci.

- Good crowd. Huh?

- Yeah.

If they'd put your picture out front

or in the newspaper,

we would have a sell-out.

Are you gonna moan

and groan all night?

Can't you just sit down

and relax and enjoy it?

In our long friendship,

this is our first-ever guys' night out.

- Friendship?

- Yeah.

I mean, you're probably the guy I hate

the most in this whole f***ing world,

but we've known each other what,

nine, ten years already?

My freedom is based on

the deep respect that I have for you.

Explain how that works. How can we

have a friendship when you hate me?

It works just fine.

Look at my best friends, I killed them all.

Just kidding.

Uh...

My dear friends,

apologies for the delay which was

due to certain technical issues.

Unfortunately as has happened

on two previous occasions,

la Cinmathque de Normandie

has sent us the wrong film.

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