Peut-être

For Mathilde, Pablo and those who may come...

- Uzz. - Yes?

What? Is Psaar approaching Argon 7?

Inform Captain Clarks and deactivate the protectors.

Uzz.

No, I was saying "uzz" to Charlene.

Reverse the polarities. I will notify Prince Für.

- Cassius! - Yes, Prince Für.

Your proto-energetic food.

Prince Für!

Uzz.

Time is running out! Psaar is at the gates of Argon7.

Is Psaar approaching? Did you notify Captain Clarks?

I already notified him. And the protectors were deactivated.

This proto-energetic food has given me new strength!

Alert, Level 7!

- Flux Sygma? - 500 mega-gevs.

- Atomic Propulsor? - Maximum Power.

Gentlemen, the new Millennium is approaching...

My throne will not remain without heirs.

Long live Prince Für!

Slower, Prince, reverse the polarity!

I can’t! The controls aren’t responding!

December 31, 1999.

Nothing works!

We are entering a new dimension... that of the year 2000.

Hello Arthur, are you there?

You’re not there... well, if you’re not...

I don’t know if you know about the party at Phillipe’s. Are you going?

You have to come dressed in a futuristic, science fiction style...

I’ll try to find a taxi and call Billoute,

but I don’t know if he's going, because he has a problem with a virus...

MAYBE...

And?

- Don’t I look from the future? - Oh yes.

Is it believable?

And do I look from the future?

Of course!

That’s very futuristic!

- Which is more futuristic? - I don’t know... the black one, I’d say.

- This one? - Don’t I look like a transvestite?

Yes or no?

You look good.

Is it futuristic?

How we’re going to heat them up tonight!

It’s going to be very hot... I assure you.

- Really? - What?

- Is it tonight? - Yes, I’ve decided.

She stopped taking the pill, and me with condoms...

Do you want to have a baby?

No, not at all. It’s because she smokes.

Tobacco and the pill don’t mix.

She explained it to me, but I don’t really know...

Drop the condoms. Use the "days" method.

Doesn’t Lucy know how to calculate? They can only do it 3 times a month.

No, it must be more than 3 days.

It’s not reliable.

And it depends on how long sperm live...

And it’s not per month, it’s per cycle.

How long does a sperm live?

I don’t know. 3 days...

My eyes whisper sad words...

How silly! Enough!

Seriously, how does it start?

At six, the church bells ring...

The flowers seem to speak in rhyme...

And a girl will come out of the town hall.

Like every afternoon she will smile at me...

I must speak to her at any cost!

A new planet.

Please fasten your seat belts.

Ready for takeoff?

Here we go!

Enough, Matthew!

- Hey! - Uzz...

- Oh, shit... - What?

- You could have chosen something else. - You too.

- How are you? - Fine.

Freeze!

Look at all these girls...

Very futuristic!

We’re leaving, guys.

Good evening.

Hello, Mrs. Vidal. I’m Jean-Noel.

This way. Come in.

Have fun and... Philly, let’s do as we said.

Yes, yes.

And tell your friends to be careful with the "destroy".

Yes, of course. No problem.

And Happy New Year!

Have fun.

Maybe I’ll call later to see if everything is fine.

- Yes, call. - Let’s go...

Let’s go!

- Phil, be careful with the "destroy". - Yes.

Did you hear, Phillipe?

Hello, Remy.

That’s not very futuristic.

That’s how I see the future. We’ll all be dead.

- Everything will explode. - Enough...

I spoke with Karen's father and he thinks the same.

Everything is going to blow up!

There is no way out of this crisis. It's the end.

It's normal that more and more people think this way.

It's Fat Boy Slim!

Come on guys! Let's dance!

Why do I have to dance?

- Fat Boy Slim. - Screw Fat Boy Slim.

They left the fridge door open.

Let's dance!

Come on, it's tonight or never!

- No! - Marie Clotilde!

Idiot! The fries!

It's the year 2000! Screw the fries!

I'm going dancing.

Are you coming to dance?

I'll clean first.

Shit! I feel like a fish in water!

What do you think of that girl dancing?

Don't look!

- She's pretty and dumb. - Pretty and dumb?

No, that's not true.

I like women, like that... real women!

Look at this.

Hi! How are you?

- Is Billoute here? - I don't know. I didn't see him.

He told me he'd arrive early.

- I don't know... - Hi.

Come on...

I want to take off my jacket.

- Yes, let's go. - Leave them alone!

15 more minutes!

The year 2000!

You went all out!

I wanted to dress like a host.

Here.

Not here!

I don't have condoms.

Better.

How?

Without a condom?

I want a baby.

Don't say that!

It's the right moment.

Are you on a fertile day?

Wait a moment...

- Don't refuse. - I'm not refusing.

I need to think.

Don't think.

Fourteen, thirteen...

Wait...

Five, four, three...

Two...

- One... - No!

Excuse me.

How stupid...

Really very stupid.

I really felt like it tonight.

I couldn't. Not like this. Why tonight?

I don't know. I just wanted it.

To start something new in 2000.

It's stupid, but I would have liked it.

I don't know if I want a child.

I do want one.

You should have told me.

What for?

What would you have said? Not now... it's not the moment...

I have no money. I have to change jobs.

It's not easy to change jobs. Unemployment is not my fault.

Oh yes! Unemployment, recession, pollution...

Shitty world, there's no future. Always the same story.

That's not it... I don't know...

It's not the moment. Let's wait.

Wait for what?

I don't know! Think it over better!

Fine... Think it over and Happy New Year.

We're off to a good start.

And you obviously don't think...

Just one.

Phillipe...

There's a lot of sand in your bathroom.

- What? - There's a lot of sand in your bathroom.

Relax... We'll clean tomorrow.

Where is an ashtray?

There's one over there... Or in the kitchen.

Don't look, here he comes.

No, only in the suburbs. I teach in Paris...

They don't work at all.

Young people spend more time watching TV than at school.

It acts like a counterculture.

I've never seen such a low level!

It's terrible!

Billoute, I don't know what you're doing...

I would have liked to see you before midnight.

I'll give you the address again.

99, rue de Courcelles.

Second floor. At the Vidals'.

I hope you come because... I miss you.

Is anyone home?

Is anyone home?