Game Over (36.15 code Père Noël)

"All children believe in magic and cease to do so only

when they grow up.

Except those who have been too disappointed by reality...

...to expect any reward from it." Bruno Bettelheim

36.15 Dial Code Santa Claus

ORDER YOUR PRESENTS TYPE 36.15 SANTA

- Who's that guy? - He's not a member of the gang.

You're awake, J.R?

I know where you're hiding, J.R.

You're in the laundry, and I have a little surprise for you.

Breakfast is ready, Thomas!

Go get Grandpa and come eat.

And... free the dog.

"Sounds of war"

Rise and shine!

On your feet or I shoot!

Here.

Ah, yes.

Wait, wait, wait. Thats it!

There you go!

What! You're overdoing it.

- Well, it's okay... - Soup's on!

I caught this half-blind, diabetic prisoner, no big deal.

It's your grandfather, a little respect, please!

He's right, you know.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Thomas.

Where is my medicine, Julie?

Right in front of you.

In front of you, grandpa.

Ah, yes.

I had seen it but I got a little distracted.

May I have a croissant, please, Mum?

Your medicine first.

Yuck!

Hey, you!

I'm not drinking alone, bottoms up!

That's it!

Here, your croissant!

Toy Center stock is down. What do you think, dad?

- Should I buy some? - Don't you have enough stores?

No.

Buy it! So I'll have lots of toys!

- Don't you have enough already? - I'll get more.

Then I can sell them to Santa Claus.

His mother's son, huh?

And his father's.

And his father's.

Mom, Pilou says Santa's not for real.

He says parents buy all the presents.

Pilou?

What bullshit he talks, that Pilou.

- He's raving mad. - No, he's right.

Santa's not real for him.

Of course.

He's naughty to his parents, doesn't do his school work...

- You hear that? - So Santa never comes to his place.

His parents have to buy him presents for Xmas.

And so, for Pilou, Santa's not real.

Yeah...

It makes sense.

You know Mum, I don't have to write to Santa anymore.

- There's an easier way. - What?

You can order through Minitel.

Minitel?

Yes, you can order through Minitel...

...but If I were you, I'd also write.

Just to be safe.

Will you mail it for me?

Here. Okay.

Here comes your cohort.

Don't experiment too much.

And no more holes in the parquet.

This house is like Swiss cheese.

Right. Tommy...

you look after your grandfather.

Don't forget his insulin shots.

Distilled water would be just as efficient, you know.

Mom!

Don't worry about Grandpa.

I have a very important meeting tonight.

I'll be home late!

Have fun, you two.

Good morning, madam.

Good morning, Charles, how are you?

No, not here.

Let's go.

I have to go all out this year.

Thomas has his doubts about Santa.

That's normal, he's ten.

Well, I still believed in Santa at eleven, so will Thomas.

Yes, but you were no genius... designing computer

programs all the time.

But Thomas isn't like that.

How would you know anyway?

Despite his high IQ he believes in Santa, fairies, goblins, the works!

That's what's nice about him.

He's like all other kids.

Look.

You see the address?

"Santa Claus, North Pole".

I order all that's on it, plus a few extras?

See you tonight?

Sit down, gentlemen, sit down.

I called this meeting because tonight's Christmas

and we're open late.

We're going to hire lots of extra help.

I want fairies on roller skates, clowns, fire-eaters.

Tell all the cashiers to dress up.

I want Santas at every corner.

Without wrist watches, please, or pants showing underneath the robe.

I want a party.

I want the world to know that Santa patronizes our store.

But a party takes preparation.

There's no time.

Why didn't you mention this last month?

Because...

last month kids still believed in Santa Claus.

Can't you see they always answer the same?

"What's your name?

How old are you? Have you been nice?"

- It's for retards. - You're the retard.

- You believe in nothing. - And you in everything.

I told you Santa's not real.

"This is Thomas."

"Santa Claus, if you're real, please answer."

"What's your name?"

Okay! I've had enough, I'll split.

Right, I don't want to see you anymore!

You're really stupid.

No more help with your homework then!

And you'll fix your videogames yourself!

Oh, well...

"This is Santa Claus.

What do you want, Thomas?"

Come back, Pilou!

He answered!

So you're real?

"Yes. That's why I'm answering you."

If this is a joke, I'll break your neck.

See for yourself!

Where do you live?

"North Pole."

- It's just some jerk answering. - You're the jerk.

It's only what you want to hear!

All right, I'll ask a question.

Type! Come on, come on.

Is it true you got midgets working for you, like in stories?

- "No." - Shit... I was sure he'd say yes.

And I was sure he'd say no because your question is completely idiotic!

You're coming to me tonight?

"WHY ASK IF YOU ALREADY KNOW?"

To see if you're the real Santa.

“I AM, AND IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, I'LL HANG UPR."

I believe you, don't get mad.

You should stop talking to this guy.

There must be some sort of interference.

You are connected to another message board on the same server.

"DO YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME?"

Could be a kinky message board!

A message board for weirdos.

You're the weirdo!

- "Do you want to play with me?" - What'll we play?

"Give me your address."

But you should know it. You know everything.

You want my letter? My mother has it.

She's the manager at Le Printemps. She has a great assortment!

"It's with your mother?"

Can I help you?

I'm here for the job.

You still need Santas?

Yes, just fill in the form.

This crate's prehistoric!

Why doesn't she buy herself a Testarossa or something like that?

She likes it for sentimental reasons.

She's attached to it, that's all.

That car's offbeat.

Well... offbeat...?

-A12. - Pardon?

-A12. - Yes, okay.

It's hard to see the numbers. My eyes...

I can see fine, sure... but not that fine.

- You said 127? - Yeah, yeah.

Yes, well...

you don't want the screwdriver?

- No, a 12 wrench! - I know, I know, I heard you!

Thanks, grandpa.

That should do the trick.

You sit at the wheel, grandpa?

Okay. Getting there.

Wait till I tell you before you start it.

Yes, I'm waiting.

Go!

- You give me the wheel? - With pleasure. Take it.

Well, Tommy, I'm proud of you.

And your mother would be pleased if she could see you.

Yes.

And she wouldn't need to be chauffeured around anymore.

A spin in the park, grandpa?

Yes. But no slalom between the trees.

- And no speeding this time. - All right, all right.