Slack Bay (Ma Loute)

What kind of bullshit is this? I've had enough!

No, Ma Loute - I've had enough!

You're always grumbling. In any case, we'd best get back. The tide's rising.

Come on, kids, home!

Hey, Dad!

Help me!

What happiness! That happiness to be back on this coast...

And to see this landscape.

Oh, look over there: it's the mussel fishermen.

How quaint!

Come on, Ma Loute. Come on.

Isn't it, Billie?

Andre, that idea you had was extraordinary.

To build our Typhonium here!

How it stinks, this cart!

- Hey, Ma Loute spat at me! - Stop it now!

Ma Loute! Cloclo! Stop it. Let's move!

- That person went missing here? - Here?

Here, as in down there!

- Here, here? - Down there!

Ah, over there!

- People don't disappear like that, Malfoy. - We found his glasses.

- They were on holiday? - Affirmative, Boss. From Lille.

Let's go down there and see.

I can't get down like that, I'll fall.

It's easier to get on my bottom to do it.

Malfoy...

Here I am, Boss!

- You could have been hurt. - It's nothing.

- It was here, then? - Affirmative, Boss.

The flag's where that man lost his glasses.

I'll go see.

It happened last Sunday... a holidaymaker, a lady from Roubaix.

- Lille, Roubaix? - Tourcoing.

It looks like a serial case.

One, two, three, four... starting to hot up, eh?

- I'm tired of carrying the bag. - Stop grumbling.

Why does Louis get to push the cart? Can't ll do it?

Because he's smaller.

- Will you stop? - Stop it, come on!

That's enough!

Move, then... Here, we'll begin to clean the mussels.

- Come here, come on! - Ma Loute!

Move! On with it!

Clean the mussels! Since your father has gone, you can go too!

Go on, go there!

Hey, enough!

Children!

Children! Going beyond there is dangerous!

There is the mud, in the bay!

There is the mud, in the bay!

Oh, the wisteria...

Nadege, get the dust.

- No, you have to eliminate it. - Remove it, like?

There is no hope. You'd better go to the kitchen to clean the potatoes.

Go! Off! Disappear, Nadege!

The wisteria!

Isabelle! Isabelle!

The wisteria! The wisteria!

But you'll break your neck, Isabelle!

- No, Andre, don't worry. The wisteria? - Yes, it is immense.

It has grown at least two metres.

It's normal, it's been a year since we last saw it.

Everything grows, Andre, everything grows.

Can you check in the kitchen if that good-for-nothing has found the potatoes?

The potatoes... yes, of course.

Ah, dear? Dear!

If the potatoes have been found, what should I say?

- Tell her to peel them, Andre! - Ah, to peel them.

Peel the potatoes.

Oh, I was wrong, it's not that way.

Pardon.

- Miss, you've found the potatoes? - I'm washing them.

- I beg your pardon? - Cleaning them up, sir!

You must peel them. That's what the lady asked.

No, not peel, she said clean them.

OK. But spare yourself the trouble of cleaning after skinning, right?

You have to wash, then you have to dry them, and then you can peel.

And what do you do next?

- Cut! Slice! - Slice.

And then cook them in oil. And what do you do next?

Then they can be eaten! OK, Sir?

I'm going to say that to Ma'am.

Wash, dry, peel...

Peel, wash... peel...

- Be careful not to fall! - Hey, Eternal!

- Eternal? - Yes.

He is the savior of the sailors.

- Our savior? - Oh, no...

He saved so many people from death at sea.

- Nearly a hundred people. - One hundred people?

Now he's the ferryman, with his son Ma Loute.

- It's twenty cents for the crossing. - It's not expensive.

- Ouch! - What is it, can't stay on your feet?

- It seems that you can get me across. - Yes. Twenty cents.

Here you are.

Raise your arms. Your arms.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help, we don't know how to swim!

Help!

- Somebody help us! - What's all this carrying-on?

We are stuck in the mud. Help us!

There's water everywhere. I don't understand, usually there's no problem.

- We live there. - And you, where do you live?

You don't live in the Oyster Park?

What is it, you lost your tongue?

You're from the village, right?

I recognize you: you were gathering mussels this morning.

My name is Billie. My cousins: Blanche and Gaby.

What's your name?

Ma Loute!

Ma Loute!

Your name's Ma Loute?

Ma Loute!

- Ma Loute! - What kind of name is that?

I'm coming!

As you can see, Isabelle's in the midst of the chores.

Isabelle!

Isabelle! Your brother's come to see us.

Christian! What a wonderful surprise!

There is quite a draught, and the house is like an icebox.

No, Nadege, that's not it.

I have explained how to fold them: one, two, three.

The...

The kids are here?

Yes, they're taking a shower.

We've just arrived and they're already covered in mud from the bay.

Here we don't lose any time, as you can see.

- Calais is as always? - Yes, I really like it.

Don't you regret having traded the Nord for the Pas-de-Calais?

Not at all.

- How's my Uncle? - Dad's fine, really.

Your sister is busy, as we just arrived. I don't think you'll see her today.

Oh, it doesn't matter. I was just passing for a quick chat.

- I'll come back. I don't live far. - Soon, Christian.

It was a real pleasure to see you, Christian.

We know what to do, Andre, but we do not do.

Here they are!

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!

- Good morning, Uncle! - Ah, Billie is a boy again.

- You messed up your dress, my kitten? - Uncle!

Just go now, children! Go away, children! Begone!

They are devils, Christian.

They do all this for fun. You know?

Come.

- I'll walk you back. - But won't you stay?

Come for Saturday lunch, then. Or Sunday, after the procession.

Nadege, what are you doing down there?

In any case, it is bizarre that it's not locals who are disappearing.

- These disappearances are often a mystery. - What?

Boss! I found a boat stranded on the beach.

What? A shipwreck? Come on, quick.

I have to stop, Malfoy, or I'll vomit.

What a heartbreaking sight...

- If a ship has run aground, it happens. - But, it's so impressive...

A sailor knows his fate.

It's sad, but take it from the son of a sailor.

- You rascal! - No-one on board, boss.

All gone.

- Malfoy, report this to Calais. - Affirmative, boss.

There are already two missing persons, but I don't seek them here.

We work on earth, not at the bottom of the sea.

- Still here, Lady? - But no, no.

- But yes, but yes. - But no, no.

- But yes! - So someone has disappeared?

- But no. - But yes.

- No. - But yeah, he just said.

Off!

- Go! - Help!

Go!

- Come on, go! - I'm being assaulted!

There we go!

Go!

You saw it, Malfoy? This mad, hysterical woman.

What's this? Isn't it the umbrella of the woman who was with us?

I don't know. I'll see.

Malfoy, help me up.

A lady must have lost an umbrella.

I recognize it - it is the one of the woman who was here ten minutes ago.

I don't know.

- It may have blown away. - But, there is no wind.

An umbrella isn't lost like a glove.

- A mystery. - Yeah.

You can go, thank you.

Pat!

If you want, there is still some foot.

Cloclo?

Little Louis?

- Ma Loute? You're sure? There's more. - Yup!

Sure?

The thumb?

A little shin?

A little brain?

No? Then finish eating and go play.

What are you doing here?

Are you done with your rich people?

And you're done looking at me pee?

You want me to eat you, perhaps?