Crazy for Love (Le Trou normand)

You are kindly requested to attend the ceremony of:

Célestin Lemoine, innkeeper, who died at the age of 68.

He should have drunk less Calvados; then he'd still be alive.

Of Mr. Hippolyte LEMOINE, his cousin,

Miss Javotte LEMOINE, his cousin, widow Augustine LEMOINE, her sister-in-law,

His sister-in-law, but also something more, eh?

Of the Granville and Lenormand families, cousins. We're going to church.

- Okay, let's go then. - Yes.

Hello, Mr. Mayor.

- Hello, Doctor. - Who's coming to us today?

The doctor heals the living and the mayor buries the dead.

- He doesn't sit idle, eh? - No.

- Hello, Doctor. - Firmin.

- Everything all right? - Yes, except for the boss.

- She's been in bed for eight days. - And you don't say anything?

If it had been your horse or pig...

- I'll come by later. - No hurry.

Mr. Mayor.

- Hello, Mr. Mayor. - Hello, Testu.

- How is your daughter? - Better, the fever is gone.

She'll recover quickly. She'll be back on her feet within two days.

- May I see her? - Yes.

Will you have a cup of coffee before you go upstairs?

I won't say no. This is the teaching staff.

- Hello, Pitcher. - Good day, Mr. Mayor.

- Your daughter is coming, right? - Tonight.

Little Madeleine. I helped deliver her...

- And now she's a professor. - Don't exaggerate, just a teacher.

- She's replacing Mrs. Surret. - Yes, I know that.

- A Calvados with coffee? - No, thank you.

I haven't seen you since Célestin Lemoine was taken away.

- Did he suffer much? - No, he was unconscious, it was an attack.

- Who will inherit the inn? - No: "who inherits the inn".

Our teacher is right, it has to be correct.

Don't say "inherit the inn" but "inherits the inn".

Is that so? So, who inherits... Who does the inn go to?

"The Norman Gap" is a good establishment.

Yes, with a large estate as well.

Because Célestin was a bachelor, the inheritance goes

to his brother's widow, Augustine.

Certainly, especially since she did everything for it.

We saw her more often at the inn than in her own delicatessen shop.

Good morning.

- What can I get you today? - I'm here for the trotters.

- Isn't the boss here? - She's getting ready for the funeral.

- Right. - I'll be back shortly.

Mrs. Augustine.

- What is it? - Mrs. Vacher has come for her trotters.

- In the cooler, her name is on them. - Good, thank you.

What a fool, I have to do everything myself.

- Javotte... Are you coming? - Of course, it's not as if there's a fire.

Behave yourself and help me with my veil. I found yours again.

- Do I really have to wear it? - Are you some kind of wild animal?

- You are his cousin and that's that. - But, Mom...

With his inheritance, you can buy nice things for yourself.

Poor Célestin. Should I choose Hippolyte?

Those shoes are a little tight.

They're just mothballs.

I'll smell nice.

Everything is going well.

Are you wearing your uncle's suit?

A little tight around the shoulders and buttocks.

- And the shoes are a little tight. - Beauty is pain.

- And your tie? - Oh yes, give me a hand.

Maria, Aunt Augustine isn't saying anything, I hope.

Would you go to a funeral in work clothes?

And I won't give anything to that woman with her left hand.

- What was wrong with her left hand? - Big bastard.

Don't you understand what she did with her uncle?

Uncle and... Oh...

You don't do something like that in the family, do you?

Actually, you do, it's been going on for a long time. And then there was the inn. Don't be so stupid.

- The inn? - For Javotte's dowry.

- Your gloves? - All good.

My cousin is beautiful, I'd marry her in a heartbeat if she says "yes"...

Don't think you're a man already, you're still in diapers.

A man...

Your uncle liked you, but he put you in the henhouse.

Javotte doesn't want any household staff, so don't dream. Put your hat on.

My uncle was thin, but he did have a big head.

They're customers for petrol. I'll be right there...

Why is nobody coming?

- I'm here. - They're staying at your place...

- But... - Twenty litres, please.

Darling...

- What is it? - Look at his face.

He's funny.

- Is that for a local festival? - Let's see...

Your costume is perfect. Where did you get it?

At my uncle's, it was in a box with mothballs.

- What do you represent? - His nephew.

- In what capacity? - The funeral.

- Whose? - Célestin Lemoine's. - I don't know him. Is it funny?

No. You're joking, but it's sad. Very sad.

That comes to 1,204 francs.

- You can keep the change. - Thank you.

- What time is the performance? - At 11 o'clock.

We'll come by to applaud.

- Have fun. - That's a good one.

How stupid they are. Goodbye.

- Maria, I still have to put the money away. - Put it in your pocket. Oh, yes.

Let's go.

My deepest condolences.

My deepest condolences.

My deepest condolences.

- Hippolyte. - Huh?

Run to the inn for the notary. I have to go to the shop.

Make coffee and put your suit away.

- Already? - Do as I say... - Yes, Aunt.

You don't have to be so hard on him. His uncle knew what he was doing.

- What will become of him? - If he wants to stay, he has to work.

And what about me? Shouting won't get us anywhere.

Maria, you know my principles.

- Are you coming, Javotte? - Right away, Mama.

Goodbye.

- You can't go to the ball. - Not this coming Sunday, no.

- I'll manage for the other party. - Which one?

I'll just say I'm looking after your sister's children while they dance.

- My sister doesn't dance. - Silly, you look like Hippolyte.

Goodbye.

Poor uncle. That's life, isn't it?

Mum is coming soon with the notary. Is everything ready?

- Yes. - Good.

Javotte.

Javotte...

Isn't it beautiful? Uncle loved this quilt.

He bought it in Rouen. Feel it.

Soft and warm, like a chick under its mother's wings.

What are you doing now? Don't touch anything.

- It's his Sunday suit. - He's dead anyway.

I can't get used to it. I can still hear him saying: "Hippolyte, you're an asshole".

- "Hippolyte, you're a corniaud". - Did you like that?

He said it so sweetly.

I have to get Mother to throw everything away.

Throw what away?

A toilet here, a partition wall there.

- The house is still falling apart. - Out of the way.

- A bathroom here. - What for?

Customers need to be able to wash themselves.

- They only come to sleep. - You never think.

"Le Trou Normand" is changing, and that's none of your business.

Javotte, Javotte.

- What? - Say...

- Say... - What is it?

This could one day be our room.

- Our bedroom? - Yes.

Uncle's bed with that beautiful quilt...

That will be our bed when we get married.

Get married? To a country bumpkin like that?

You've surely never looked at yourself?

My coffee...

Mr. Notary, we're listening.

I shall read the deceased's will...

Maria, serve the refreshments and leave this room.

She's a little bit of family, she may stay.

- Is that so? - Give me the papers.

- Where is Hippolyte? - What do you want with him?

- He has to be present. - Is that really necessary? - Yes, he's the nephew.

- Hippolyte... - Hippolyte...

- Go get him. - Okay.

Hippolyte!

Hippolyte!

- Are you deaf or something? - What is it?

- Come with me. - What for?

- Everyone has to be present. - Is that so?

You'll probably get a little something.

Hello, Hippolyte.

- Hello, Mr. Notary. - Go ahead and start reading.

This is my will. I, Célestin Lemoine,

leave my property, the inn "Le Trou Normand"

located in Courteville, including the buildings,

3 hectares of land, petrol station and all the furnishings: washroom, cellar,

and its contents to my nephew Hippolyte Lemoine.

- You're reading that wrong. - It clearly says: Hippolyte Lemoine.

He couldn't do this to me: leave the inn to that fool?

Shut up, you nasty bitch. I'm happy for him.

- Do I get the inn? - Calm down, ladies...

- May I speak now? - Okay.

Finally. Sit down.

There is one condition to the inheritance.

Go ahead.

- To my nephew... - We already know...

Son of my brother and Seraphine...

But because Hippolyte knows nothing about business and cannot run a business,

he must first gain knowledge. That's why I set a condition.

To receive the inheritance,

Hippolyte must obtain a certificate within the year.

Hippolyte back at school... That's a joke.

He'll never get the inn, that's already clear.

Hippolyte, did you hear that? What do you say?

Say yes.

I'm not going back to school. That was far too long ago.

- And I have too much work at the inn. - You see?

You're sensible. Have him sign the renunciation.

Calm down, madam.

There is also a second envelope that may only be opened after the exam.

- Or after 15 days. - I know what's in it.

- But let's wait 2 weeks. - Okay.

Hippolyte, come to my office in a little while.

- Think it over carefully. Goodbye. - Goodbye.