One Wild Moment (Un moment d'égarement)

"One Wild Moment" The sea,

See her dancing

Along the bright gulfs

Reflections of silver

The sea

Reflections shimmer

In the rain

The sea

In the summer sky

Her white sheep fly

With angels so pure

The sea

Azure shepherdess

Infinite

See

Near the ponds

Those tall wet reeds

See

Those white birds

And those rusted houses

The sea

Has calmed them all

Along the bright gulfs

And with a love song, the sea

Has calmed my heart

For all my life

The sea

See her dancing

Along the bright gulfs

Ooh la la la…

What have they built…? - Yeah.

At least there were independent thinkers.

Otherwise, we’d have buildings and hotels like that everywhere on the coast.

You knew them?

Yeah, I knew them all.

- Oh yeah? - Sure.

- Dad? - What?

- Is it far? - No.

When I was small, I rode my bike

on this road every day to go to school.

It took my father five years to let me have a bike.

Five years!

Oh man! That day... It was heaven.

I was proud!

I rode into the village,

I rode up, I biked around,

I rode back down.

I rode back up, I biked around the whole village again.

Hey! Look.

Oh, ok.

- Take the suitcases, we’re here. - This is it?

Dad, will you take my suitcase?

Keep dreaming.

You're really not cool. - Thanks.

Not cool.

You must've had a beautiful childhood.

You know, childhood, it depends on the parents.

It's really far from the sea.

It's far from everything.

Now that makes me feel something.

- We’re going up? - Yeah.

Well, at least it's in its original condition.

I cleaned when I came with the lawyer.

The old man lived in two rooms.

Kitchen, bedroom, kitchen. Like a rat.

Ah! Look at this! Look!

- That, that is priceless! - Wow!

I swear...

When you're in Paris, you can't understand.

You're right.

I think the boar's head is bad.

I’m not staying here.

There's no network. Great!

Stop being stereotypes of your generation!

Ugh, fine.

Admit it, having that on the wall...

It's a little...

What?

How do you say “bad" normally?

In French? It's “creepy”.

It creeps you out?

Me, no.

On the other hand, that, behind you...

That creeps me out.

I love guns.

Truly her father’s daughter.

A real Corsican. You see that?

My father gave it to me when I was 14.

- How do you load the bullets? - Like that. Cartridges.

What are you doing?

Teaching her how to use it?

Am I scaring you?

Hey.

One more floor.

And look at this dust. Disgusting.

- Seriously. - Yeah.

You could die of heat, too.

This is it, I guess.

Oh, charming.

Anguish...

Nice digs.

- What? - Come see!

- What? - There's a rat in the room.

I’m not sleeping here.

- I'm sick of this already. - He’s dead!

So what? It's still a rat. That means they’re everywhere.

Disgusting!

Here. Ok, fine.

We’ll buy poison and eradicate the colony.

Really? You can’t kill Ratatouille.

You kidding me?

Why wouldn't I do such a thing?

Beware!

- Dinner's ready! - You're an idiot!

You find a network?

"Network unavailable."

This makes me sick.

Damn.

There’s no network...

No wifi, no TV. We’re going to die.

You’re always in a bad mood!

It's incredible.

Look out the window! Look at the beautiful weather!

There’s the sea, the Corsicans,

wild boars running in the forest…

Sausages flying!

Come on, damn it!

Let's go! 2, 3, 4...

Hey!

Come on, yeah, yeah!

Good...

I called your mother, she’s not picking up.

You have signal?

Yes, on your grandfather’s grave.

Oh, cool!

There’s a grave in the garden?

Sure, the whole family.

No, sorry, Antoine, but...

it's just that between the rat and the grave,

it's the height of creepiness.

Stop.

You'd prefer we were in the cemetery?

- I respect my elders. - You don’t respect your father.

I don’t like him. That doesn’t prevent me from respecting him.

Me, I think it's grim. These are your ancestors.

They’re not going to be resurrected.

Aren’t you afraid of bad luck?

It’s the only place where there’s signal.

- The connection’s working? - Yeah, I’m on Facebook.

- Wait, really? - Look.

Come on, we need to take a zombie photo on the grave!

Hold on, I'll find Ratatouille.

Shut your mouth!

- Wait, come on... - Hold on.

Is it good?

- Awesome. - Go on, did you post it?

There, done.

- Damn, girl! - What?

- Romain is in Corsica! - I don’t believe you.

- Look. - He set his status to "single"!

I'm going to send him a message.

- Are you serious? - Yeah, I'm serious.

- Hey, alcoholic. - Hey.

Dad...

Can we go out tonight?

With whom and where?

- With some friends. - Friends?

I thought you didn’t know anyone.

I saw on Facebook that some people are around.

- They can pick us up. - On Facebook?

- Who? - Our friends.

How are they getting here?

On scooters.

Oh no, no.

Yeah, no.

- Not on a scooter. - I'm in agreement.

Fuck, Dad! We’re big girls!

Again, without “fuck.”

Ok? You're too young to die on scooters.

It’s a quick death.

What time are you coming back?

You tell us.

Midnight?

Seriously?

- Midnight. - Midnight?

We’re not babies anymore.

1:30 am at the latest.

And I’m calling you a cab to bring you back.

Stop being stupid. What do you say?

Thank you, Daddy.

- Good. - Daddy... totally.

- Thank you, Daddy. - No, I’m not Daddy.

Yeah, he's Papi.

Marion, it's me. There’s no network at the house,

so it's a bit complicated to contact you.

Leave a text if you get this message. Texting works...

Sometimes... Listen...

Well, I'll call you.

Louna's in fine form.

Sorry I got upset, but...