Vampire Party (Les dents de la nuit)

Around the country, temperatures are above average.

We expect 27 degrees Celsius in Lyon,

19 degrees in Bethune, 31 degrees in Cagnes-sur-Mer,

23 degrees in Dunkirk.

Violent storms are expected...

The following strange story is that of Sam Polisatokoniminsky.

Sam's a normal guy, Capricorn, size 9 shoes.

But he has an idiosyncrasy:

He's a confirmed party animal.

Night after night, Sam parties... a friend's birthday party...

A shower gel launch...

A restaurant opening... An IBM farewell bash...

Sam can smell a cocktail even with a bad cold and in a storm.

Sam never parties without Alice, his friend from high school

and physical education.

She's forgotten Phys Ed

to concentrate on her physique and teach aerobics.

Day after day, creating a dreamy silhouette,

dynamite legs, pert little breasts,

luscious thighs, and tight, Burkina Faso coconut buns!

Hello?

Mom! Of course I'm coming Sunday with the meringues.

Gotta go. I'm at work. Big hug.

Where was I? Oh, yes...

Guys like Alice. As you can see, they love her classes.

As a result, Alice accumulates love affairs that all end...

Badly!

Let's take a break.

Hello?

Alice, it's Sam.

Hi, Sam.

- What's going on tonight? Any ideas? - Not tonight.

Prune's lined up a cool bash.

By "cool," I mean open bar. No big deal.

Any chance I can come?

- Maybe after? - I'm seeing Alban afterward.

Listen, I must get back to work.

Let's go, guys.

That's it, yeah!

When it comes to parties, there's Prune.

I'm sorry.

They met in high school.

But it was at the Stardust that Prune won Sam's eternal devotion.

She makes the best Daiquiri in the world.

But the gift is a secret. Today, Prune works at a bank.

Though Prune loves her job, she hasn't stopped partying.

Only through professionalism can she combine them perfectly.

One could say that, over time, she's become an expert.

Hello?

It's the hospital. My father's had a terrible pony accident.

He's at death's door.

Shit, Sam! I said not to call me at work.

Last time my aunt was dying. Today it's my dad.

If this continues, I'll be an orphan.

Is there a party tonight? Alice said there was.

We only get to go because we're girls.

Fine, I get it. I'll manage on my own.

Right. Ciao.

That moment sealed the fate of our three friends.

Sam could have skipped this night and avoided the trouble that ensued.

But nobody stops Sam Polisatokoniminsky from going to a party.

Nobody!

VAMPIRE PARTY

How are you?

Not good.

What happened?

It's all over with Alban.

The asshole dumped me!

- And you were in love with him? - Madly.

We met at an aerobics competition in St. Leu.

We chose the same choreography...

We were connected!

Definitely.

I'll be like you. You're always alone, never with anyone.

In the end, you're happier than me.

- Definitely. - Surprise!

Well, girls, no bouncer was gonna keep me out.

You don't look so hot!

I'm going to dance.

What did he say? Did he say why?

Well, he said I'm...

He said I'm a nice girl.

In other words, a pain.

Am I a pain?

No! You're decent, balanced, responsible, hard-working...

A pain, in other words.

If this goes on, I'll end it all.

But the sales are in three weeks!

- Really? - Yes!

Hey, Sam, how would you describe Alice?

You're a nice girl.

I need a tissue.

I don't know what cad hurt you. Your tears must be dried.

Thank you.

Here...

It's a party my friends are giving soon.

I'd be very happy to see you there.

You'll soon forget Alban.

Who?

- Holy shit! - What?

You hit the jackpot.

- Medici Night. - First invite I've seen.

Have you heard of it?

It's an urban legend.

We've all heard of it, but no one's been invited.

Your invite's worth a fortune.

See? I told you. And he's just invited you!

Gentlemen don't like seeing a lady cry, that's all.

Have you still got your pepper spray?

Who's the boss?

- Great! - It worked?

- Your tears upset him? - He didn't give a shit.

I stole them from his jacket.

Medici Night. Shit!

Medici Night!

I see you studied at Princeton University.

Very good résumé.

English, German, Spanish, Chinese...

- You'll go far. - Thank you, Sir.

First, go get me some coffee.

Espresso. No sugar. Many thanks.

Journiac?!

I hope I've not come at a bad time.

Impressive office, Lefranc.

Your new job seems to suit you well.

Tell me what you want.

I've come to help you.

I imagine it must be torment for a man of your standing to be indebted to us.

You'll finally show us your gratitude for putting you here.

It's an invitation to a party.

Be there, Lefranc. Without fail.

Don't give me gray hairs from worrying about you.

Is the secret mystery party here?

No, but apparently, we leave from here. Look.

Think we're going by helicopter?

Great!

Excuse me. Good evening. Sorry to bother you...

I bought my invitation on eBay...

I was looking for a fondue set, actually.

I love it, and my grandmother's from Chambery...

That's how I got my invitation on eBay.

I'm alone, so would you mind if we went together?

No, not at all.

Cool! Time for a photo.

Ready? There you go!

My name's Edouard.

Prune. Delighted.

- Sam. - Delighted.

Alice.

Oh, I get it, you sell souvenir photos after the party.

Not at all. Photography's just a hobby.

Before, it was hand-painted clown figurines.

The biggest collection in all Europe.

Goodbye.

Mrs. Conti?

That's enough, George. Stop following me!

I'm going to this party.

Listen, Mrs. Conti...

Call Carlos. Tell him I don't need a bodyguard!

Sorry, Madam. I can't let you run any risks.

With my heels, I won't be running anywhere!

May I?

Good evening.

- Serge Krinine. - Delighted.

I'm a dentist. Dental surgeon. I mean, stomatologist.

In fact, I'm also an orthodontist and prosthetist. But I'm oversimplifying.

- Do you know the difference? - No.

I'll explain.

In dentistry, there's a host of disciplines.

Each one is a specialty in itself.

Where are we going?

Who cares? That's the magic.

Just go with the flow!

Common facial dysmorphoses are prognathism, or protruding jaw,

and retrognathism, or the jaw goes too far back.

Another malformation often encountered:

the cleft palate, commonly called "harelip."

Talk about international class!

- Look over there! - Where?

There, the castle. That's where we're going.

Then the anesthetist said,

"Serge, stop immediately, or I'll give him some Rhinopal 200...

Instead of Niposilium."

We sure laughed!

Who's hosting? Martha Stewart?

This had better be good. Imagine trying to get a taxi...

Damn, this is no joke.

- Shit! - What?

- I can't find my invitation. - That's dumb.

I must have left it in the helicopter. See you inside, OK?

- Super. - See you!

Wait!

Good evening.

- Your name, please? - Krinine. Serge Krinine.

Serge Krinine?

I'll tell the Duke that you're here. He adores you, as do I.

Have a nice evening, Mr. Krinine.

I hope you'll have a moment to tell me how one becomes the star of dentists.

Want to know how I did it?

With pleasure.