This One Summer (Cet été-là)

Happy holidays, Dune!

Thank you, Jean-Marc. You too.

- Keep working on your apnoea diving. - Yes, yes.

It's funny, the little drops don't run down like they used to.

When I was little, they very quickly ran down to my feet.

Monday, July 26, 2021

I think I'm almost a teenager.

Tomorrow, we're off to Seignosse.

We haven't been there in two years.

They didn't tell me why.

Anyway, Mom and Dad never tell me anything.

But I can see they're not like they used to be. They pretend nothing's changed.

THAT SUMMER

Dune, get your nose out of your book.

Actually, I was sleeping, Dad.

We'll be there soon.

We're about... two kilometers away, Dune.

Two kilometers from the factory that stinks.

Well, more like...

... about 1.5, plus or minus. Yes, plus or minus, plus or minus, about 1.5.

It's 8 o'clock.

Let's see...

We'll pass the factory that stinks of death.

And mom doesn't say anything. Like she's not even there.

It's July 27. Oh no, the 28th. We've been driving all night.

Oh! Eh! Ha ha ha! Damn! It stinks, no? Oof!

Horrible, isn't it?

Can you smell it, Sarah? You do smell it, don't you?

No, not really, no. But I do remember.

Sorry, sorry.

Oh, who can't feel anything because,... let's see... come here, you leper!

- Stop! - Hey, Granny! - Oh, come on, listen!

Do you realise how childish that is? It's completely stupid!

Of course! Otherwise I wouldn't do it.

- I hate it when you do that. - I do what I want.

- I love you. - Ah yes, that's easy, isn't it?

Me too.

- What? - Me too.

Me too, I...

Me too, I...

Me too, I...

Oh, you're a pain!

A little bit of love. A little bit. Come on, now.

- Crowded, isn't it? - Yes, it is.

It's funny to be back here, isn't it?

I'll be right back.

I hate this place.

Well... you buy 2 kilos of blue stuff here every summer, since you were born.

- You love this place. - Skulls?

- Yeah. - But it used to be different.

Hey, isn't that Buzette's son, the pedal boat king?

- Have a look. Yellow T-shirt. - Yes, that's him.

That guy's creepy. I'll never go there again.

Is there anything you don't find sketchy right now?

Well, you don't like anything anymore and I say nothing. I leave you alone.

Hi, girls! How are you?

- I'm fine, and you? - Yeah.

- Hello. - Hello.

Well, why did he buy two?

You can freeze them.

- And the allures. - The what?

The allures.

- For fishing. - Say, "lures."

- Huh? - "Lures."

Leeeuuuuuurrrrres.

Since when do you fish?

No, not anymore. I don't know...

One has medicines...

... and is not sick, a first-aid kit. I don't know. No, no.

I thought it was pretty. Like my cabin.

The art of waste.

Do you know what Gabriel García Márquez says?

So long ago!

Oh, well, sorry!

He says...

"Things have a life of their own."

"You just have to know that it's just a matter of awakening their souls."

- So? - I want to awaken souls with these lures. Lures.

It's going to be the best summer of our lives. Eh? Eh?

Help!

It's dangerous to say, "This will be the best summer of our lives."

Ah, pardon me. I'm sorry. I thought it was a wasp.

Excuse me.

Stop filming.

Is there be any bread around here?

Wait, don't do that.

Shit, it's heavy.

- Don't drop it. - I'm exceptionally strong.

Let's go.

- One, two... - Wait.

Three!

Damn, your sink weighs a ton.

It's been two years since you walked through that door, mom.

I wish I could go back to before then.

To when I ate a weird flower with Mathilde. Milkweed.

We believed it was a magic flower that made it possible to fly.

But actually, no. It's a flower with no power.

You're lucky! Are you hurt?

Yeah, I almost busted both my feet.

- We got yelled at. - It was worth it. No?

- It was good. - We even threw up.

So, what do we say?

Thank you, who?

Thank you, Thiago.

I'm going to see Mathilde.

- Don't forget your helmet. - Yes, yes.

Ah, yuck.

Here, we'll try to align our hands and feet.

Hi, how are you?

- You cut your hair? Big time. - Yeah, at Christmas last year.

- Is that a cell phone? - Only in September. I could make the best movies with one.

Seriously.

- Is your grandmother here? - Yeah, she's sleeping.

- She came home at 5 o'clock this morning. - As usual.

Yeah. She loves life.

- And Claude, have you heard? - What? He's dead?

Worse. Er... He destroyed the barn.

- No! - Yeah, we don't have it anymore.

Oh, and also, I have a flat tire. Can I ride with you?

- Come on, I'll take you. - Could your father fix my bike for me?

I don't know if he has time.

You know, he's going on a road trip to America by himself.

- A road with a well-known number, I believe. - Yeah.

I'm glad to see you.

- Mom's well? - Yeah, fine.

- Well, elaborate a bit. - No, nothing more. She's fine.

- I have a new sink. - Oh well, great!

- Have you girls had beet juice? - No, it's okay. I'm not thirsty.

That's not the point. It's for pinworms.

We're changing moons tomorrow, so I can tell you that intestinal worms are everywhere.

No, but I don't have worms.

I know, at your age, you don't want to know,

but you've got thousands of worms in your belly that you can't feel. Thousands of them!

But you shouldn't be disgusted, you know. It's natural.

But I'm not disgusted. I even swim with baby swimmers, so uh...

- Shall we go, Dune? If not, it'll take two hours. - Yeah.

I'm not sure, but I think it was Homo Sapiens who created the big trees.

Really?

Are you doing a sailing course before you arrive in Brittany?

I did apnoea diving in Lyon. That's when you can't wait to breathe.

- There were only children of homos there. - Really?

Yeah. My mother was dumped by a Japanese florist,

so she put me in the homo kids' group.

I don't see the connection. Did your mom, like, want to settle down again?

Yeah, right at the station she was looking for a single lesbian.

"Hello, ma'am! Are you free for vegan McDonald's tonight?"

"Yes! We'll drink beet juice for our earthworms."

"And forever, we'll eat seeds and white stuff."

What's the white stuff called again?

Tofu! Come on, faster!

You're so lucky to have a lesbian mother.

- Mine no longer has a job. - She's unemployed?

Yeah. It looks like her nose is really dead.

She's become so weird.

- That sucks for her line of work. - Yes.

Remember when we uprooted a tree here one day?

Yeah, but I don't think we did it on purpose..

Yes, we did! We wanted to extend the path to our cabin.

Yeah, maybe. We were serious.

Ah, my chicks! They are there.

Dune, you're a real beanpole now!

- Did you get the bread? - Yeah, thanks.

But actually, we'd already bought some. I'll give it to you for the chickens.

But when did blue Citroën DS disappear from the barn?

We used to stash stuff in the back seat when we were kids.

I gave it to Roland's son for spare parts.

- That carcass was useless. - Ah well, yeah, but still.

Oh no, it was rotten. It's like that, you know.

When it's too old,

we scrap it.

Hi, Pompon!

- Hey, Mom is okay? - Yes, yes.

It looks like someone's living in the barn.

Ah well, I've put in a fridge and some plates, a quiche... uh...

... quiche... kiche...

Kitchenette.

Nette. Quiche nette, yes.

Because I'm lodging a little seasonal worker

who didn't have much money. Margaux.

And she's been here since May. A brave girl.

Well, speak of the devil,

Margaux is off to do her duty.

ClauClau, I'm going to get you a liter of milk, because

I've run out, and the one in the shack is disgusting.

- Hi, girls. - Hi.

I, Margaux, present Mathilde and Dune, like the dunes of the ocean.

Cool. Well, maybe we'll bump into each other again.

I've got a friend who runs a science club for 8-14 year-olds, I think.

Are you in?

No. We hate that club.

Oh, yeah? To each his own.

Yeah, I'm going to work. Bye.

- Come, Pompon. Come. - So, my chicks,...

... how about a chicken for tonight? - Oh yeah!

ClauClau, are you doing it without me?

Well, no, but you're beautiful. Listen, you'll get all dirty.

But no, I don't care. I'm going to catch it.

I don't care.

- You're so beautiful. - Hey, come on, girls.

- Can you help me decide which one to kill? - Sure.