"# Before everyone, I promise, on my honour, # to do my duty to God," "# I want to love you endlessly, more and more." "# Protect my promise, Lord Jesus. #" "Scouts forever..." "Ready!" "At ease." "When your name is called, leave the ranks, and come and get in line." "Joseph Benamou." "François Driart." "Michel Tibany." "He's sick." "Charles Nemetz." "Sébastien Ravel." "Joseph Benamou." "What do you want?" "To become a French Scout." "Why?" "So I can learn to better serve God and my fellow man." "What are the three main virtues of the Scout?" "Honesty, devotion and purity." "What is the first obligation of the Scout?" "A good deed everyday." "It's okay, "Bien Bien Fou" (Really Crazy) didn't see anything." "The flag, pass the word to Chickpea." "The flag, pass the word to Chickpea." "Flag." "The flag." "The flag." "The flag." "The Scout sees in nature the work of God," "He loves plants and animals." "The scout obeys without retort and he does nothing halfway." "The Scout is master of himself, he smiles and sings in difficulties," "A Scout is thrifty and takes care of the property of others," "The Scout is pure in thought, word and deed." "Confident in your loyalty, we allow you to make the promise of the Scouts of France." "What's up with this guy," "That God Almighty, the Father, the Son..." "Move!" "Through our Lady of Scouts... descend upon you and remain there." "Amen." "On my honour with the grace of God," "I promise to do my best to serve God, the church and the nation, to help my fellow man in all circumstances, and to observe the Scout law." "Oh, shit, its gonna break." "Lookout, the pole!" "It's a pity "Bien Bien Fou" didn't go with it." "Who did this?" "Children, no, no, no, I don't find it funny." "What a waste." "What are we going to eat now?" "This is sabotage." "The little shits, eh, they'll pay dearly for this." "Okay, it's time." "Come on, go." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on, go." "Yes, let's go." "Go!" "That's it." "Come on, hotshot." "Benamou." "What's going on, you're a real scout now." "Go!" "Go!" "No!" "It's a bit spartan, all the same, they have no training." "And the flag pole, it fell on it's own, perhaps?" "Are you okay?" "Yes." "You're not hurt?" "No." "Don't worry, he's crazy, him." "It's not for nothing that we call him "Bien Bien Fou"." "The war in Indochina." "(Dien Bien Phu" " French defeat)" "Haven't you learnt about it in school?" "You don't deserve to be scouts." "The Aubervilliers boys have a better state of mind than you," "You're a disgrace to the 8th Neuilly." "Look out for your shoelace." "Ready, hup." "Hey, for camp this summer, maybe we could innovate a bit." "What do you think about self-expression through movement?" "Disciplinary battalion, yes." "So, you have sore feet, eh?" "No, of course not, sir." "Explanations to the parish." "Regroup." "Hervé?" "Perfect." "Hervé?" "Are you okay?" "And when will you return to active life?" "But I'm still active..." "A bit of plaster isn't going to stop me going to camp." "No, Hervé, you're not serious?" "Then who?" "Apart from me, I don't see anyone." "I'm, here." "Yes, George, but I'm afraid that the boisterousness of these boys is a bit beyond you." "Very much, yes." "Okay, so, cancel the camp." "It's not possible, the parents have already paid, they wouldn't understand." "What about Valcour?" "He going on the Valoise camp." "Brichet?" "He just got married." "I tell you that I can do it." "And Jacky?" "Jacky who?" "Jacques Neveu," "The district had to lose the services of M. Neveu." "Oh yes, why?" "Listen dear chap, this isn't the time." "I may have an idea." "Foucret." "Not Honoré of course, Jean-Baptiste, his son." "He's never camped in his life." "I know, but with a father like his, he must know something, right?" "They very nearly had me, you can imagine, they won't miss with him." "Look, it wasn't worth it, we already said goodbye last night, Mom." "Won't you kiss me?" "Oh, it's so far to your place." "What an idea, coming to live here." "You forgot your theophylline suppositories." "I won't need them, Mom, I'm in great shape." "I going to spend 3 pleasant weeks with some boys in the country." "Well, exactly, you're not as young as them, and the countryside is filled with pollen." "Remember the asthma attack you had last year in Verselay." "Mom, I had a little attack of respiratory emphysema." "I don't have asthma." "I'm talking to you seriously, Jean-Baptiste." "Look, stop playing when I'm talking to you." "Mom, I play because it calms me down." "Say at once that I annoy you." "I'm going to be late." "Well, I'll leave you the keys, you can lock up." "Aren't you taking your father's hat?" "No." "Ah, again." "You're wasting your money buying questionable pin ups." "I don't see how it can be questionable, it's a Goya." "And first of all, it's not a pin up, it's a poster." "Oh my God, we're there." "Mom, give me my pack." "No, leave it to me." "Mom." "Come on." "Mom, give me my pack now." "I'm still your mother, aren't I?" "Well it's very nice of you to accompany me, but now, give me my pack and we'll say goodbye." "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" "Look Mom, we're not going together." "Don't worry, everything will be fine." "Will you write me?" "I promise, I'll tell you everything." "Go out, amuse yourself, go to the cinema." ""Marienbad" is on again at the Regent, that'll take your mind off things." "Hi." "Hi." "Come on Chickpea, get a move on." "Yeah, yeah." "I'm coming." "Right." "Well I never." "That's it." "Thank you, Freddy, that's nice." "Hello, hello ma'am." "There we are, we're ready." "We're ready, yes, but..." "Well, here he is." "Jean-Baptiste?" "You look great, man." "Very excited to be going on this camp." "I'm especially touched that you thought of me." "It's your due right." "Come, I'll introduce you to the children, they've almost all arrived." "Okay, bye Mom." "Bye Dad." "Turn around discreetly, it's Jean-Louis Pascal, did you recognized him?" "What, the film actor?" "Of course." "Yes, that's him." "Anthony, come on, I've kept you a seat." "Benamou, come on." "Let's have some quiet." "Let's have some quiet." "As you know, it's not Herve who'll lead your camp this summer." "Really." "I shall not say more on this painful affair." "It was really practical, that sewer system, eh?" "Your leader will be Jean-Baptiste Foucret." "This name is certainly not unknown to you." "You all have in mind the image of Honoré Foucret," "Commissioner General of the Scout movement, instigator of the 8th of Neuilly, who won his nickname of Old Beaver in the resistance, for which he did not hesitate to give his life." "Jean-Baptiste is the son of Old Beaver," "Go to it big guy, as in 1940." "This means that with a leader like Jean-Baptiste, the purest traditions of scouting will be followed to the letter," "You can trust him completely and you have only to obey him." "The road is long, but the adventure is at the end." "Let this Summer camp become an unforgettable experience for everyone." "Yeah." "Scouts forever..." "Ready!" "Ready!" "See you later, old fellow." "If you get tired, pull over." "Of course, but I have everything I need here." "Okay." "Let's go, Simone." "Have a nice trip." "Look at this bloody idiot..." "Jean-Baptiste." "Jean-Baptiste, you forgot this." "You go too far." "How do I look now?" "What's the matter, my Biquet?" "(Sweetie) Are you ashamed of me or what?" "She calls him Biquet." "She calls him Biquet." "No. okay." "Is she coming with us?" "Here, here." "I don't need it." "The door." "That was Mrs, Foucret, my mother," "She worries since the disappearance of Old Beaver." "She has no one else but me." "Yes, of course, I understand." "Sorry about, "look at this bloody idiot", it just slipped out." "Ah, I'm already looking forward to tonight, setting up camp, sleeping under the stars, it takes me back to my youth." "How old are you?" "Are you the police?" "Thirty four." "You begin late in life." "Too late, you think?" "I wondered, but I didn't have any holidays." "And Biquet, the smoke doesn't bother you too much?" "Ah, you got me good there." "Okay, I'll put it out, you do the same." "Please, do the same as me." "Well, I think we'll have fun together." "You shouldn't be too impressed by what the district leader told you." "I am your leader, it's true, but I also want to be your friend." "Got it?" "Yeah, yeah." "I think I know how to handle them." "Okay, Thierry?" "Yes, yes, I love driving." "I'll get some fresh bread, we'll have lunch on the coach." "Don't get off." "Oh..." "Is there anybody here?" "You were told not to get off." "Come on, we said no." "If you please." "Well, tell me guys." "Oh, I don't find it very sensible wasting all your pocket money on these sweets." "You'll regret not being able to bring back souvenirs to your parents." "They'll be happy enough to see us again," "And we'll bring them some pinecones." "If you lose it, I'm not rich enough to reimburse you." "Hey, sir, have you got change for 100 francs?" "Okay, hold on, what we'll do, is you'll give me your money." "I'll write it down and redistribute it to you as and when you need it." "What's your name?" "Jose Langlois." "How much have you got?" "500 francs, I think." "New francs?" "Yes." "Good, huh." "And you?" "Valenski Louis." "How much do you have?" "I haven't any money, sir." "Okay." "You?" "Emmanuel, catch." "Okay, Thierry?" "# Bali Balo in his cradle, # already has a boner like a bull." "# Son of a bitch, his mother told him, you're more horny than your father." "# Ah, ah, Bali Balo, Bali Balo is only a bastard. #" "There's really so much disparity." "We are as we are." "We're not going to change the world." "Okay, boys... boys, gather round." "Hurry up." "Being a Scout, is to be generous." "And generosity, is knowing how to give." "So I hope you will all agree to share your pocket money." "Communist." "You see this?" "I'm not sharing." "Damn, you should've told me, I wouldn't have handed in all mine." "I've worked it out, that makes 4725 old francs, per person." "It's fairer, right?" "It's theft." "Come on, let's go." "How are you, Thierry, not too tired?" "No, I love driving." "This time it's had it." "It's my fault, I didn't manage to find fourth." "Is it serious?" "No, it's the engine." "I'm going to hitchhike up to La Bastide, and then come back with Dad to help you out." "Only it won't be before tomorrow, I still have 50 km to go." "You know, priests and servicemen quickly get lifts." "Oh..." "Oh, crap." "All right, I'm not going to burden myself with my pack." "Okay, goodbye." "Safe journey!" "Goodbye, Father." "Goodbye children." "Well, then, what do we do?" "Well, it's simple, we must bivouac." "Okay, let's assemble the patrols." "Right, the Fawns..." "We'll unload the luggage from the coach." "We're not going to camp here?" "Let's look for a place to set up the tents." "We'll spend the night here." "Okay, Impala, firewood duty." "What for?" "A Campfire." "Here?" "You can't be serious." "A single spark could ignite everything." "You know most of the time, forest fires, are of criminal origin." "Okay, we'll set up here, hurry up because there's going to be a storm." "Well, that's it." "It's over." "Yes, it's okay." "Come on, let's get to work." "Come on, show some spirit, blow." "You got a problem?" "It doesn't want to take, the wood's wet." "I know where there's dry wood." "What are you waiting for then?" "Okay, come on, let's go." "Sir, sir, they appointed me to the kitchen?" "What should I do?" "We can go to the local farmers." "Yes, the farmers, that's a good idea." "It's good fresh produce from the countryside." "Here." "You coming?" "And you get a receipt." "Can someone help me to pitch my tent?" "And here's some very dry wood." "Have you got some paper?" "No problem." "Oh, no, not the mail, you're sick." "Don't worry, he has more letters than he has time to read." "There's nothing interesting, anyway." "There you go." "But who's going to kill it?" "I don't know, we'll draw lots." "Ah, what are we going to eat." "The unexpected it's good." "It's not on hormones, that one at least." "And do you have the receipt?" "No, no... the hayseed said it could wait until tomorrow..." "If we needed anything else, milk or something." "The countryside, it's quite a different mentality." "Are you crazy, there's lots of children here." "We're Scouts, French Scouts." "Children, fall back behind the coach." "You're mad, you could have hurt someone." "Bunch of little assholes," "I'll teach you to tear down my gates." "No, is that your mailbox?" "And the chicken you pinched, who's going to pay me for it?" "Are you in charge?" "Yes." "I'm very sorry, but didn't see anything." "Which one is your tent?" "It's the blue one, there, why?" "No, no, stop, I'll compensate you." "You don't mind if we camp here?" "Just get the hell out of here!" "Yes, yes, okay, that's fair." "Come on Scouts, we're breaking camp." "Why, we were fine here." "Don't argue." "Jean-Baptiste, the flag is burning." "Over there, there's a puddle." "Yeah...!" "Well guys, I think we really ran into a star." "Dad, maybe we can fix it on the spot?" "It just overheated a little." "Overheated a little." "Holy crap!" "Everything's fine." "Everything's fine, the children are unharmed, the luggage also." "There's no damage..." "apart from that..." "And was it me who did all this?" "No, it was me." "Well him." "And him too." "Well, it was bad luck." "I don't see my pack." "Where did you leave it?" "Behind the driver's seat." "Well, it's still here." "I should have left at the same time as you, with the grub." "Don't worry, the coach is properly insured." "It could've been worse." "I wonder if they didn't do it on purpose." "I'm going to have to be more strict." "Dad?" "Yes." "And Marie France, when's she coming?" "I don't know exactly." "You know how your sister is." "And is she staying?" "Yes, for the month, I think." "It's a shame I won't be able to see her for long." "I'm taking care of three camps at once, this year." "And you're gonna leave them like this." "Do you think that their leader is going to be enough to handle them?" "I've upgraded the property since you came." "Let's see that they don't wreck everything, eh?" "Right, okay." "I'll leave you here." "See you later, children." "Here." "We've arrived." "Yeah." "Oh, you've got a very attractive property here." "Yes, I'd like it to stay that way." "Of course, sir." "I hope that occasionally, we can help you do some work, paths, bridges..." "Yes, yes, we'll see." "Where can we set up camp?" "Here?" "No, over there." "It's primitive." "No, it's exactly what they need." "They have energy to spare." "Eh, Georges?" "Are you sure we didn't make a mistake?" "Oh, no, not here." "Well I'm going back to Paris." "Hey sir, you don't have any petrol left?" "We could burn it all." "Who said that?" "Who said that?" "It was me, why?" "You dare ask me why?" "You've got a nerve." "Yeah, what did we do?" "I'm willing to admit that you mistook petrol for water, all right, but the gate... the mailbox, and mail, eh?" "It's vandalism." "Then so that it teaches you a lesson, I chose this ground, and you won't sleep until it's immaculate." "You can consider this as a punishment." "Carry it out." "Oh, no..." "Huh..." "Maybe I was a little harsh there?" "They need to know who's in charge." "Hey, stop loafing about, we'll be last again." "Hey, you know Anthony's father slept with Brigitte Bardot." "Stop your bullshit." "I Swear, I saw the photos." "I slept with my maid, topless." "Do you have photos?" "Oh...!" "Anthony's father slept with Bardot." "Yeah, cut it out." "I swear, I saw the photos." "Yes and Flavien, he slept with his maid, topless." "Oh yeah, do you have the photos." "I set up your tent." "Thank you Manuel, that's very nice." "You know you can address me using the familiar form." "You're not having too hard a time?" "Yes a bit, but then it doesn't do us any harm." "Besides, I think you should have punished the culprits." "We're all a little responsible." "Oh no, not me, I know the real culprits." "Oh, I don't want to know." "The communal facilities the kitchen, the stove." "The Fawns of Ciment..." "Ready." "At ease." "Very good." "Polish this up a bit..." "No, no, I'm nitpicking, well done, bravo." "Aha, very successful." "The Kiwis for a yes and for a..." "No." "Yes." "Maybe." "You didn't tire yourselves, eh." "Try to make me something more welcoming." "This isn't Scout it's Gypsy." "The Impalas?" "Over here." "What the hell's this?" "Are you crazy?" "Where did you find this?" "Over there." "Hello, sir." "Hi, Biquet." "What the hell?" "You'll return it at once where you found it." "What is this mattress, it's vile." "Even a gypsy wouldn't want it." "Excuse me, sir." "Yes, hello, sir." "I've come to get the furniture." "Ah, you're the roadman." "We were just going to take all this crap to the dump." "Oh no, the furniture belongs to us." "To you?" "Where did you find this?" "At the dump." "That's where we parked." "Aha, you're a member of the travelling people." "We too a bit, in a way." "I'm sorry, we'll return it to you, immediately." "Why can't we go and see the Gypsies?" "They're really nice." "They play the guitar well, too." "Look, I didn't say they were all bandits." "They're not people like us." "We don't camp like that, all the same." "Eh?" "What are you talking about." "I know very well the person... who discovered the charred remains of the little girl from Roche-sur-Yon ." "She's a friend of my mother's concierge." "She was on holiday in Montpellier." "And how do they like little girls?" "Well done, rare, or medium?" "That's what I was told, but I didn't see personally, of course." "Be wary." "Anyway, I don't want you amongst these people, that's it." "What's that?" "Oh, Look at that bit of stuff." "She's a model at Odile." "How cute they are." "Who is it?" "Don't ask stupid questions, okay." "Surely one more person to avoid." "Come on, hurry up." "Damn, did you see those tits?" "I think I'll get in line." "Forget it, you haven't your usual dough." "You must come and see me sometime?" "That's right, yes, I sure will." "Sir, this is where we found them." "Good, we'll return them." "Sir, there's the TV." "Yeah." "Poor people." "Hey Pepe, they've returned your bed." "Place it here." "Have you seen the car." "Yeah." "It'll do at least 150." "I'm sorry, they didn't realize." "Right, okay Scouts, let's return to camp." "Come on, hurry up." "Hey Benamou, look at the state you're in." "We apologize again for the inconvenience." "I'll personally ensure that this doesn't happen again." "It's okay." "Excuse me, sir, can I have my pocket money, please." "There's not much to buy here." "But there's guitar strings for the evening." "Ah, for music, that's different." "Is there a problem?" "No, no, nothing." "Stay where you are." "Sorry to bother you again." "What's happened is that I've lost my wallet somewhere here." "You wouldn't have found it by any chance?" "I'm not accusing you, eh." "One moment." "Thank you." "Ah, you deal in leather goods." "Oh, yeah..." "Eh, Pepe, we deal in leather goods." "I don't see mine." "Sir, we found it." "You dropped it on the path." "My mistake." "Good evening." "Anyone want some Sprite here?" "Yes." "Aren't you eating anything?" "No, this business has made me lose my appetite." "Do you realize, 72,000 francs." "It takes a month to earn that." "You should've perhaps told the police." "So that the gypsies come and take revenge on the kids later, no." "No, I'll telegraph my mother to send me a money order." "Are you sure it's the gypsies?" "Who else could it be?" "So, do you like it here?" "Yes, yes." "It's nice, eh." "Ah, this is where I discovered my faith." "And who knows, maybe it could happen to you." "Listen, children," "I'm leaving tomorrow morning." "Oh..." "I don't just have you," "I have the 6th at Valoise camp and the 7th in Corsica." "So before I leave, if anyone wishes to go to confession," "I'll wait for them." "Okay, guys, do me a favour and turn that off." "We've had a tiring day and tomorrow we're helping M de Guillemin." "So, do we get paid?" "Don't talk to me any more about money." "In the wind, with Sheila who we haven't heard from for a while, and then some new songs..." "Come on." "Bedtime." "There weren't too many problems, today." "Yes, I think the strictness is finally paying off." "That's enough!" "It's a pity that it's necessary to get to this point." "Well, good night." "I'll keep him busy, scram." "Aren't you in bed yet?" "Yes, but tell me, what time is BITM." "The what?" "Breakfast In The Morning." "I don't know." "The first awake, wakes up the others." "Regarding the matter of the guitar, I'll see what I can do." "Thank you, good night." "You too." "Oh, a lovely sleep." "Off you go now." "Yes." "Ah, the little bastards." "Come on, let's get out of here." "Yeah." "Bastards!" "He really is an idiot, this guy, did you see how he was looking for me?" "You mustn't provoke him like that." "Anyway, if he keeps on, he'll find me." "With the face he has, it can't be easy every day for Popol." "The Lord be with you." "And with thy spirit." "Go, the mass is done." "Let us bless the Lord." "Thanks be to God." "Jean-Baptiste." "Are you okay?" "You got a problem?" "Yes, I have a problem." "I was..." "I fell asleep." "You don't say." "Yes, I do say." "Help me!" "Jean-Baptiste, perfect timing, just who I wanted to see." "It's no longer me you should see." "I give up." "How come?" "I had all night to think." "My decision is irrevocable." "Jean-Baptiste, you can't do that." "What's happened?" "Oh, it's this business of the theft?" "It's not just that." "Since I left, these little monsters haven't stopped persecuting me." "I haven't slept a wink for two nights." "Me, I need my nine hours." "I'm sorry, I overestimated my abilities, I don't feel capable." "I prefer to return to Paris." "George will manage much better than me." "Jean-Baptiste, you're mistaken about the intentions of these children." "They're not as diabolical as you imagine." "And I use as proof the money there which they stole from you." "So, you're leaving without giving me a big hug?" "Goodbye." "Look, Marie-France, come on, come on, do up your blouse while you're here." "There are children here." "But what, what's wrong with my breasts?" "What's the matter?" "Do you find them scary, dear?" "My sister, Marie-France." "Sister Marie-France." "Good Lord, you don't know what it's like." "Every time we meet, it's the same." "She provokes me." "Come on, we'll miss the train." "I'm only half sure of Georges ability, you know, but anyway, we'll see." "Wait, if I go, will I really leave you in difficulties?" "I wish I could say otherwise." "Oh, look, I almost forgot this." "Well, I think everything's there." "What is it?" "They wanted to play a joke on you, but remorse prevented them going through with it." "One of them came to confession this morning and brought back the money." "Right, come on, M. Belli." "Yes, Sir." "Let's go." "Father." "Yes." "You forgot your equipment." "Oh, dear me, thank you very much." "Well, come on, Jean-Baptiste." "Hey there, you're not still in bed, are you?" "Come on, get up." "Get up." "Who does he think he is, the leader?" "And yes, my little Grevure, I'm the leader now." "Foucret's left." "So you'll have to get your act together." "One foot in front of the other, and we'll assemble to raise the colours in regulation dress." "Carry on." "I told you, guys." "We were a little too hard on Biquet." "I've a feeling we'll regret it." "Hey, if you knew what we saw, it's unbelievable." "What did you see, a flying saucer?" "No, two, like this." "Such a pair of tits, it's a wonder how she manages to stay upright." "What did you do, milk the cows?" "No, I tell you, the chaplain has a sister," "And she just appears, and every morning upon waking she shows them to everybody." "It's free?" "Oh yeah." "You should have seen Biquet's face." "Bright red." "What are you talking about?" "Biquet left." "No, when he saw her knockers, he changed his mind and stayed." "Right, clear all that and load the stones on the tractor trailer, understand?" "Hey, I don't need to tell you to use extreme caution." "And bring the stones back here to me." "Is this to repair the well?" "That's right." "I can only do this in Summer." "Thank you." "It's clever, this small electric winch." "Home made." "Hi." "Gently, gently does it." "All we need now is for someone to get injured." "I'd like us to all go together to see the Circus show on M de Guillemin's TV, like I promised, and not in bits and pieces." "Sir, sir." "What's wrong young Ben?" "The Tractor." "What about the tractor, doesn't it work?" "Yes, it works okay, but it's stuck over there with Emmanuel." "What?" "Emmanuel is trapped under the tractor?" "I don't believe it, how did you manage this?" "I stalled, it's cracking, I'll be smashed up." "No, no, no, you're too heavy." "But why did you come this way?" "But you told me the bridge." "This isn't a bridge, it's a walkway for cows." "Okay, hold on." "Don't panic, don't panic, relax." "Start it up again." "That's it, and now, come towards me, slowly." "Have faith, trust me, slowly." "Stop, stop, stop." "Stop everything." "Okay now, you have to jump." "I don't know how to swim." "Well, you'll learn." "Jump, it's shallow." "I'm going, I'm going." "Go on jump, idiot." "Yeah...!" "Right, now there's the tractor." "Is a tractor expensive?" "Oh, about the price of a coach." "Was it you who said that, again?" "I warn you, everything has its price." "Yes, you'll have to pay for the tractor." "How are we going to do it?" "Well, sir, with a boat." "And what for?" "We can approach the tractor without going on the bridge." "Not a bad idea, maybe we could run it on its own." "But we don't have a boat." "Yes sir, we have our raft." "On your side, your side, so we're right in front of it." "That's it." "There, that's good." "Don't hit the bridge." "Gently, gently." "Gently... there." "It's not firm." "Benamou, you're going to get on my shoulders to reach the controls." "We need to stabilize it." "Get closer." "You're going to press the starter, the little button that looks like a mushroom." "Here?" "Yes." "That's it, that's good." "Now you're going to..." "you're going to turn the throttle." "Stop." "Move closer, get closer." "Watch out." "Stop moving like that, we'll go in the water." "Now, turn the throttle." "What's that?" "The small curved handle, below." "Here?" "That's it." "Go on, go on, more power, more than that, more, more." "Right, that's it." "Now we need to put it in gear." "I'm not going to be able to depress the clutch, we need something heavy." "Chuck a stone." "Yes, a stone." "What an idiot." "That's clever, that, bravo." "Splendid." "That's it, guys." "Here, put it on the pedal." "That's it, well done." "Now, put it in gear." "That's good." "There, wait, wait, turn the steering wheel." "The wheels aren't in line." "That's it, that's fine, good." "Now, put it in gear, forward." "Got it?" "Yes, that's it." "Are you ready?" "I'm removing the stone." "Here we go." "Yeah..." "Hey, I just saw a tractor go past, is that normal?" "Oh shit." "Hey, what's up." "Argh...!" "It's intimate, the candles." "And Madame de Guillemin, is she resting?" "Yes, for 7 years." "Honestly, I don't miss one, sorry." "And all these incidents." "And you don't know exactly where you stand." "Yes." "If I could fix things somehow..." "Anyway, as for the walkway, don't worry, we'll rebuild it." "It's not worth it." "Take the opportunity to show them the area." "There's some beautiful sights here." "At their age, they'd surely prefer going to a nightclub." "No wonder they do such mischief, you put them in shorts, when what they need are reinforced underpants." "Not everyone is as precocious as you." "Yeah!" "You know, they still have a very immature mindset." "What they like most, is learning how to tie knots, to recognize animal tracks, find North by the sun, things like that." "Marching two by two, empty the toilets, obey orders, a foretaste of the army, what!" "Oh no, it's not like that at all." "And soon they'll be ready to go to Vietnam." "Marie-France, I'd like to finish my dinner in peace." "But of course, Dad, you should put a little napalm on your potatoes." "You have permission to leave the table." "With pleasure." "All right, bye, Big Chief." "Your daughter has got character." "One who found his faith by milking cows, the other who learns Karl Marx by heart instead of the Hippocratic Oath." "How's it possible to have such different children?" "I can't answer you, I myself am an only son." "And do you wear your shorts all year round?" "No way, this is very exceptional." "I'm a filing clerk in an insurance company." "That way, you're covered." "Oh yes, I'm covered, yes." "Where are they, the tents are half empty?" "You promised them the circus show, they went there." "But where?" "There's no electricity." "Yes there is, among the gypsies." "I came to pick up the children." "I hope they haven't bothered you too much." "No, no." "They're there being cooked in the clay." "Ah, they told you about that." "Yes, that's good, yes, very good." "Yeah, yeah..." "I told them that so they wouldn't come and bother you all the time." "No, no, they're here, yes." "Right, come on Scouts, let's allow the Ladies and Gents, to eat in peace," "We thank them for their hospitality and we'll return to camp." "Oh..." "It's not for discussion." "I'll give you 5 minutes." "Who's the jerk who switched off the lights?" "Ah, it was me, Jean Bat." "Who's that?" "Wait, I can't see anything." "It's me, Jean Bat." "Obviously, you can't stand the light." "Unless it's to ogle me in the dark?" "No, no, I was afraid your battery would run down." "Peeping Tom." "Well, since you're here, give me some light." "Give me some light." "Better than that." "Don't shine it on the ceiling, I can't see what I'm doing." "That's fine." "And it's to get to this point that you blew up everything?" "No, because your daughter's battery... it was running down, so..." "anyway, I had the torch." "With electricity, it's easier." "I can't do it." "It's not that easy." "Wait a minute, you." "What's this?" "Thanks a lot." "Oh..." "Oh crap." "Hey." "Hey, Anthony." "Look." "Holy crap, I'm dreaming." "Chickpea." "Yes." "Pass me the washing powder." "Here." "What are you doing?" "Oh." "Anthony, can you see anything?" "No, dammit, I've got soap in my eyes." "I can't see anything." "Besides, she's spotted us." "She's seen us." "She's seen us." "" "Rinse." "Oh, it's not hot, it's still good." "I can't do it." "It's not easy with four strings and anyway I don't know the rest." "You want to play us something else." "But not the penitentiary..." "Yes, Satisfaction, for example." "Satisfaction." "It's out of touch, that." "That's only because you can't play it." "I find them strangely calm." "No, they're knackered, that's all, you kept them working non-stop." "Maybe we should organize a game?" "Do you know a good one?" "That's not what's missing." "It's not complicated, each patrol must bring me, a wild licorice root, a flint, a branch of chestnut, a bunch of violets..." "It's not the season for violets." "Ah yes." "A bunch..." "a bunch of poppies." "That's not difficult to find that!" "Indeed, we must find something more difficult." "A jerry can of petrol." "A gate, a mailbox." "Always joking, huh." "No, what do you say to an unusual piece of cloth?" "Careful, not canvas or a potato sack, but something unusual." "Cloth, a bit unusual." "Right, the patrol which brings me back this list first, will be excused chores for the rest of the day." "You have two hours." "Off you go." "I think this is exactly what they needed." "Yes, surely." "You're aware of what the kids are saying," "It seems that Anthony's father slept with BB, topless." "How awful." "Hey Leader..." "Leader, we won." "Already!" "Right, show me that." "That was found in a shop, that." "Have you been to the village?" "You didn't say we had to dig it up with our teeth." "I forbade you to go to the village." "Right, the next." "Flint?" "It's cut, this flint." "Where did you find it?" "Well, in the pit." "You went down a pit?" "Where else does one find flint?" "You never do it again." "The branch from a chestnut tree?" "Here." "This is from a chestnut, this?" "Yes, most definitely." "I'm not quite sure." "Oh yes, you can tell." "For the cloth, it must have been harder." "No, dead easy." "What's this?" "It's obvious." "Where did you find these?" "It's embarrassing, Sir." "Why, did you steal them?" "Just now, here." "No, no, it was somebody who forgot them in our tent." "Who?" "It's awkward because I've sworn not to tell." "You're going to answer me." "Marie-France." "Here, you lost these." "I should speak to your father about it, you assault minors, it's revolting." "Frankly, I didn't see you like this, Marie-France, you disappoint me." "Is that it?" "I don't see what I could add." "For a scout, you're not very observant." "First, you should know that I don't wear panties." "And secondly, if I wore these, I'd still have them round my ankles." "You don't have a good eye for these things, Jean Bat." "Your client, isn't me." "Where did you pinch these?" "But I've already told you." "I've been itching to do that for a long time." "Where did you pinch these?" "It's on the panties..." "look inside, maybe it has my sister's name?" "Stop, stop, you'll kill him." "It's Edith who gave them to us." "Edith?" "Who's Edith?" "Don't forget my little gift." "Don't worry, I'll bring your leg of lamb." "..." "Madame Edith." "Ah, but it's the leader himself." "I think that these belong to you." "So did they win, my little darlings?" "How do you mean, your little darlings?" "I have a soft spot for the Impalas, especially for Anthony, he looks so much like his father." "Hold on, you know them all by their first names?" "Do they often come here?" "More often than you, my dear." "And for that, don't count on me." "Too bad." "It wouldn't hurt you." "You look quite congested." "Listen, Ma'am, it's simple, if you entertain any of my scouts again, I'll call the police." "You want to tell who?" "The police, they're minors, all the same" "Listen carefully, midget, if you do this, you're a dead man." "You... you don't impress me at all." "You'd have to spend your life in hiding." "But there'll always be a gypsy somewhere to sort you out." "You don't make the law, anyway." "No, I don't make the law, me..." "I fuck it." "Yes." "Little man." "It relieves the tension, eh?" "Oh no, it's not what you think." "There's no harm in that." "There's not only Scouting in life." "No, it's because..." "Do you take yourselves for men?" "We'll see what remains of you after a 30 km walk, on the plateau, in the blazing sun, in full kit, without eating or drinking." "You think you can get away with anything." "I'll show you bunch of bloody idiots." "It's a leader you want, you've found him." "Meet up at point alpha." "What's point alpha?" "Very good question." "Point alpha is the place where Georges and I shall wait for you with the provisions." "Needless to say that if you don't find it, you can always graze on grass." "How do we find point alpha?" "It's very simple." "You first walk 10 km, at 10 min. 85 deg, westward, to a place called "The 3 chestnut trees"." "I warn you there's no road." "There... you fork southeast, 220 degrees for 8 Km to the place called "The big rocks", you'll understand once there." "And then, 12 km North-East, 340 degrees to point Alpha." "I'll give you a hint, they're very deep gorges." "Say, if there are injured persons, do we finish them off?" "Go ahead, laugh." "You'll be laughing less this evening." "I hope you'll suffer." "On your way!" "This way." "Shit, it's the Impalas fault." "It doesn't work, we'll follow them." "Hey guys, we're not going to do 30 Km on foot." "Ok, we'll take a break at Marie's." "He won't find us there, this idiot, eh?" "Why not." "What are you doing here, you?" "You're not with your patrol?" "I've lost my way." "Is that the truth?" "Yes, I walked slower than the others because I have a first aid kit as well." "Give it to me." "No, it's not so heavy, you get used to it." "Give it to me, it'll be more sensible, than losing you again." "What if I'm hurt?" "You'll just have to be careful." "And try to find your patrol." "It's there." "It's on the other side, you can't get there by car." "Let's go." "I won't stay." "I've shopping for tonight, if the supply crew doesn't follow..." "Well, have a nice day." "Wasn't it planned for him to stay with us?" "I won't miss him, he's a drag, his sort." "Mainly I have the impression that he's a little dishonest." "Up we go." "When the sun's out, it's beautiful, eh?" "Don't you think Jean-Baptiste?" "Yes." "How did it go with Marie-France?" "Very well, why?" "No, that's fine." "Since yesterday I feel you're more sure of yourself, more assertive." "Really?" "Yeah." "She doesn't look too stingy with her body." "Ah, because you think that..." "Oh, no, she's not at all my type." "She's vulgar, eh?" "Let's take a break." "Certainly." "It's better without the kids." "Yes, I needed a breather, me." "What are you doing after the camp?" "I'll return to Paris." "2 weeks without seeing me, my mother must be in a state!" "Afterwards I'll maybe do a concert in Dione les Bains with the choir." "I'm go hiking in the Dolomites." "That sounds good." "That's something I'd like to do." "Why don't you come?" "It'd be even better with two." "We would take just the minimum, we'd take only a tent." "Oh, I won't say no." "If the concert doesn't take place." "Well, alright then, let's go." "Are you okay there?" "Yeah." "Catch." "Look out." "Right." "Ah." "What the hell are they doing?" "I'm worried, eh." "You should come in, it's good." "Aren't you worried?" "They should have been here 2 hours ago." "For once we don't have them on our back." "Sir, sir." "Emmanuel, what's happened?" "I'm coming." "You should come in, it's lovely." "Emmanuel." "Ah, sir, it's been a long walk." "Are you alone?" "I went on reconnaissance for the Fawns." "We lost the others long ago." "But didn't you find the chestnut trees and the big rocks?" "All the trees are chestnuts." "As for the Big rocks, I managed to avoid them, but the others..." "What, a landslide, are there injured?" "Some are probably dead." "Georges, get dressed, there's people hurt." "Let's go and find them." "Quickly." "Here we go." "You can't relax for 5 minutes." "Hey, Scouts." "What's this crap?" "They're traps." "We thought we were lost, so we put them everywhere." "We didn't want to starve." "That's good, that, good thinking." "It's no good, we need to separate, we'll be twice as likely to find them." "Right, I'll go through the woods, Georges, you take Emmanuel, you cut by the river." "Good luck." "Impalas, Fawns, Kiwis." "What's this?" "This is crazy." "Yes, yes." "I bet the dress... for you." "Okay, I'm in." "What are you doing dressed like that, Marie-France?" "And you Chickpea it's way too revealing in front of a lady." "What are you doing?" "Tell me." "You can see for yourself, eh." "I'm beating them at strip poker." "We thought you were dead." "We looked for you everywhere, Emmanuel and Georges are still there." "It's monstrous." "Well don't get yourself in a state." "We've done nothing wrong." "When we saw that we were lost, we turned back, that's all." "We're all here, that's the main thing, right." "Are you doing the last hand with us?" "Yes, sir." "Go on, one little game." "She's quite decent." "She still hasn't removed anything." "What's this?" "Oh, I received a package from my mother." "Come on, get dressed." "Come on, please, get dressed." "Be nice, you'll catch cold." "Go on, get dressed, you should follow the advice of your leader." "Hey, you don't want to take my place?" "They seem to obey you." "You know what?" "No." "It would benefit you more to be in their band." "Leadership, you have it or you don't." "It's a gift." "Yes, we'll continue this interesting discussion later." "For now, you do what you want, you're at home, so don't be shy." "Strip-poker, Roman orgy, tribal dance..." "Emmanuel, what's the matter?" "leave me alone." "Tell me now, isn't Georges with you?" "No, I'm not telling." "Emmanuel, we're friends, you can tell me anything." "And where's George?" "Weren't you together?" "Is it because of him that you're crying?" "Have you argued, is that it?" "I'm sure it was nothing." "You mustn't cry about that, I'll go and see him." "No, no, don't go." "Well tell me why, then." "He tried to jump me." "Do I to need to draw you a picture?" "Georges?" "Yes." "I've just seen Emmanuel, there." "Ah..." "He told you everything?" "The main part, yes." "I'm very surprised at you, George." "I'll leave." "It's best." "I'll maybe have the courage to confess to Father Guillemin." "Before, I want you to know one thing," "I felt very close to you during this wonderful day." "I didn't realise that I could put myself in such a state." "It's not him that I wanted, you know." "It's the first time someone told me that." "Too bad that it comes from you." "Mail." "Here, you can let go of my hand, I have to get the mail." "No, Georges." "Georges." "Did you see, it's my mother." "And look, my cat has eaten a mouse." "Have you got a cat?" "Yeah." "Oh, I didn't know." "And what's yours about?" "Hey, guys, let's eat." "And look, there." "Well, your ordeal is coming to an end." "How so?" "My son just called me." "He'll be here tomorrow with M Frère." "Hey guys, Bien Bien Fou's returning." "What, for sure?" "It's a pity, I was just getting up to speed." "Ah, they'll miss you." "You think so?" "Don't I have any letters?" "You haven't found yours?" "No." "There aren't two Foucret's here?" "Oh no, there's just me." "Fortunately." "Where's my letter?" "I don't know, it was there." "It's those nasty little idiots again." "Ah guys, I think I've found the jackpot." "My darling Biquet." "Give me that letter." "Get off me, you." "Let me go." "Anthony, stop." "Catch him." "Give me the letter." "Here." "Already a week's gone by and still no news from you." "I'm anxious knowing you're alone, left to your own devices, in the middle of nowhere." "Give me that." "Come down from there." "Give me that." "I'm dying to join you, but I'm not sure that you'd appreciate this surprise." "Give me that letter." "You who are so shy and reserved in front of others." "I hope you're eating and sleepng well, and the scouts aren't giving you too much trouble, and you joyfully walk in the footsteps of Old Beaver." "Answer me quickly, your mom who loves you very much, Madeleine." "Jean-Bat, wait, your letter, Jean-Bat." "Leave me alone." "Don't get in such a state, you're too sensitive, your mother's right." "Let me be, go and play with the kids." "You've the same mental age." "I didn't want him to read the letter." "It's too late, it's done now." "Where are you going?" "Oh, go and sulk then." "Jean-Bat!" "Jean-Bat, wait for me." "Ah, the little devils." "They know where to hurt you, nothing stops them." "Don't touch me." "My God but what have I done to deserve this." "I, who have always believed in you, who still goes to mass 3 times a year, who's never hurt anyone." "And admit that you made a mistake, it's not me you're aiming for." "Eh!" "To err is human." "You don't answer?" "Aren't you proud of what you did." "I must say that you didn't forget anything." "An idiot chaplain, a crooked quartermaster, a slut, a whore, a fag, and a whole gang of little shits." "And me, what am I?" "Incompetent." "Incompetent." "But you don't care, you hear nothing." "You're not there... maybe you don't even exist." "Ah, but what's this?" "My God, you answered me." "Now I understand what you want from me." "You want to put me to the test, right?" "You want to show me the world such as it is, so that I help it, so that I save it, perhaps." "Lord, if this is your will, enlighten me." "Oh guys, he tried to commit suicide." "You wanted to hang yourself?" "No you idiot, it's another of your stupid traps." "And what are you doing here?" "We came to find you." "To apologize?" "Yes, but mostly because of Benamou." "What about Benamou?" "He was taken hostage." "What do you mean?" "Benamou, Edith took him hostage." "What's this all about?" "Untie me quickly." "No, I said untie it, no, don't cut it!" "She promised us the group rate, and then now for Benamou, she's asked us for the full price, because she said he was only 13." "C'mon, one makes discounts for children." "You think so too, eh." "Then we wanted to leave, but Marek arrived." "Who's Marek?" "Marek's the gypsy." "It's he who plays guitar with his knife, he's her pimp." "Right, don't move, I'm going in." "Be careful." "Yes." "Don't kill me." "First, I'll cut off your ears." "No, no!" "Help!" "No!" "Help!" "Help...!" "Benamou." "Go on, quickly." "Bravo!" "Now I'll make the tartare." "The things one does to amuse kids." "Is she dead?" "Well... yes." "Was it him who killed her?" "Yes." "And you saw it all?" "Yes." "Hey, are you hurt there?" "No, no..." "I mean yes." "Sir, they're following us." "You have to go faster, they're catching up." "But what does he want now?" "Undoubtedly to kill you, you're a witness." "You think so?" "Ah yes." "He wants to kill you, you must go into hiding." "Wait until we fetch the cops, and they arrest him." "No, I can't leave you, you're also witnesses." "You like that?" "Look..." "I can't control it, it doesn't respond." "Are they still there?" "No, I think we've lost them!" "Everyone okay, nobody hurt?" "No, no, we're okay." "That was close." "Alright." "Okay, end of the trip." "Ah, it's about time." "Where did you come from?" "I got in before you at Edith's." "Was it your idea, all this?" "Hold on, it wasn't just me." "I'm going to go the other way." "No, it's because of you that we're here, we stay together." "We'll sleep here, you'll stand guard and tomorrow we'll all go to the police." "What do we do if they attack?" "Well, we'll defend ourselves." "With what?" "They have weapons." "We'll just have to construct bows and slings." "Like David against Goliath." "It's not the same thing." "Yes it is." "I think we're lost." "Okay, wait while I get my bearings." "The Pole Star, it's there." "Is that the Pole Star?" "Yes, tonight, it's there." "Come with me." "The Pole Star?" "Anthony, you're going to take the North, there." "You Alex, here." "To the south." "You, here to the west." "You stay with me." "And we remain vigilant, our life depends on it." "Okay." "Bravo, Anthony, really well planned, your stunt." "Oh, man, the nights are cold, eh?" "I heard something." "It's nothing, it must be a bear." "There are bears here?" "A few." "Hey guys, let's get out of here." "Go where?" "Do you know where the camp is?" "And guys, if Biquet takes us to the police, they'll tell my mother everything." "And she's already mad because I'm repeating a year." "And what about the trouble for going to hookers when you're a minor?" "Well, frankly, guys, I'm disappointed in you." "Not only do you have nothing in your boxers, but you have nothing up top." "Can't you see he's bluffing." "Oh guys, I swear I heard something, there's a wild beast." "It was good at least?" "What?" "With Edith." "Well, it's them who forced me." "I can imagine." "You'd do better to leave the Fawns." "Oh no, I have a great time with them." "With you too, as well." "At least I won't have come for nothing." "Oh!" "Okay now, rise and shine." "Benamou!" "Come on, quick, they're coming." "Hurry up." "A large coffee and two slices of toast." "That's it, that's it, move it." "Wow." "Come on." "We'd better get moving." "Yeah and then?" "Then we go down." "Down there?" "Absolutely." "And we need to hurry, they'll have been on our trail since daybreak." "He's crazy." "The Patrol leader isn't here, it's up to the deputy patrol leader to lead the way." "And who is it again, the deputy patrol leader?" "Okay, the honour goes to you." "Hurry up, the gypsies are on our trail." "Wow." "It's sheer, we're going to kill ourselves." "I'll never be able to get down." "Hang on at least." "Shit." "And watch out behind." "I'm gonna get smashed to pieces." "Okay." "You're a bit less cocky, eh?" "Christ, he's worse than "Bien Bien Fou"." "Bunch of duffers." "Slowly, slowly, now." "Wait for us." "Go ahead." "I can't, my legs are all wobbly." "Move." "Go on." "End of the line." "What's the hold up there, are you tired already?" "You want us to dive?" "Yes, here indeed, you need to mind your step." "We'll just have to rappel down." "But we've never done that." "All the more reason to try." "That's good, I've everything we need here." "So I go out of the well, go around the tree and re-enter the well." "With this, you're quite safe." "Okay Nodet, you're first." "I can't, I have vertigo." "Okay Anthony, set an example." "You're chicken, eh?" "You, Jacky, go ahead, show this big coward." "Shit, that's enough of this bullshit." "Tell him Anthony." "Tell me what?" "You take me for a fool, that I already know." "Oh no, not me, I've never taken you for a fool." "Oh yes, when you got lost all alone in the town square, didn't you take me for a fool perhaps?" "Only, perhaps I'm not such a fool as you thought." "Do you think I swallowed that tomato sauce story?" "Eh, Benamou." "But look at you, pitiful bunch, you think you're so tough, huh?" "I'm leaving you, fend for yourselves without me." "Ah, he finally leaves us in peace us, the fat idiot." "We'll be able to sleep." "Agh...!" "Agh!" "A Viper." "A viper, I got bit by a viper." "Quick, dammit, do something." "You have to kill it." "Get him back up." "Sir, come back, Anthony's been bitten by a Viper." "Yes, not bad, but I'm used to better, though." "Sir, sir, we swear on our mothers lives." "Sir, come back, he'll die." "Come back up." "Let me see that." "Ah, it didn't miss you, that one." "You have to suck the blood." "No, you must sit down." "Sit down." "Anything there?" "No, there's nothing." "Wait, I think one needs to make an incision." "I have my knife." "That won't work, either." "He's really lucky, we have the first-aid kit here." "But...!" "what the hell's this?" "The Serum?" "Is he going to die, sir?" "Yeah, in the guide, it says you can survive for 3 hours, but you suffer horribly." "God damn it, God damn it, but what have I done?" "No, guys, it's not worth it, let me die here." "Okay, stop your drama act." "Can you walk?" "Yes, I'll have to anyway." "It's walk or die." "No, no, I'll never make it." "No, this isn't the time to falter." "Come on, you've got nothing to lose, you've got to lower yoursel gently to the bottom." "Come on." "Straighten up." "Look out!" "Go down using your legs." "Why don't we go back up?" "We'll never have time." "We'll descend by the river, it's faster." "It'll be easier." "Are you there?" "Untie yourself now." "Yeah." "Come on." "It'll be okay, you'll get through this, don't worry." "Your turn Nodet." "I can't, sir, I'm too scared." "Can't you pick me up later in a helicopter?" "Everyone else did it." "If you don't go, I'll push you." "Leave me, sir, it's what I deserve, for having thrown away the serum." "You've quite enough on you conscience, you're delaying us, let's go." "I've got you." "Come on, a little courage for once." "Go on." "Okay, okay." "Hurry up." "Come on then, don't be afraid, you're almost there." "Around the tree, back through the well." "God damn it." "Be careful." "Of course I'll be careful." "Okay?" "Okay, Anthony, are you holding up?" "We shouldn't be very far from point alpha, 2 or 3 km, only point alpha means nothing to you, of course." "Benamou, come here." "You who are a good swimmer, and grown up now, you're going to swim down river to check it out, and see if we can get through." "Ok." "That's it." "Not that way, it's too dangerous." "Aghh!" "Benamou, Benamou!" "Benamou!" "Benamou!" "Benamou!" "It's awful, he had a terrible fall." "He's..." "He's disappeared, we won't see him again." "We're all gonna die, this is the end." "You shut your mouth!" "We can't go down there, we'll have to go upstream." "Damn it to hell!" "Come on, we mustn't stop." "I'm tired, I've had it." "What's the matter?" "Leave me to die here, anyway, I'm holding you up." "Hey, no heroics, okay." "Since it's him who's offering." "You, shut up or I'll kill you." "Come on." "Come on." "Take the rope." "Ahoy!" "Oh, there." "Ahoy!" "You're saved, man." "I thought I'd never see you again." "Come on... you" "It was a close shave." "Oh Yeah." "Jean-Baptiste, you're the worthy heir to Old Beaver." "Nice work, Foucret." "You well deserve a real holiday." "A holiday, but the camp isn't finished." "Jean-Baptiste, you helped us as best you could, but now Hervé's up and about, it's quite normal that you're relieved, you're free." "Ah, you can't act as troop leader." "It's true, I had a few problems at the beginning, but now that's it," "I have them well in hand, I've got the hang of things." "I almost forgot," "Foucret, your mother asked me to give you it, they're suppositories." "Jean-Baptiste." "Jean-Baptiste." "It's stupid for you to go now." "Come on, sir." "Excuse me, I don't know what came over me." "Oh hi, Biquet." "Hi, Jean-Baptiste." "Hi," "All right?" "Okay, and you?" "Okay, so we do what we said." "We can't back out now." "Oh, it's really disgusting." "Hey, guys, look, I found a fresh one." "I'm coming." "Oh." "Oh, nice." "Yeah." "Oh no, not that one." "It's so beautiful." "Yes, it's beautiful." "Oh yes, oh." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"