The Marriage Came Tumbling Down (Ce sacré grand-père)

Yes, I know. The 'Mistral', leaving at 1:10.

Alright.

Bye.

THE MARRIAGE CAME TUMBLING DOWN

Which one are we using for the cover?

Sort it out for yourself. I've left already.

This is serious. It's for Rachel's column.

- This one's not bad. - Yeah.

Go with this one. It's better.

Alright.

See you!

Ciao! Have fun!

What's with the dress?

You want to start a riot?

It's the one I wore for the last shot.

I didn't want to be late. You said 12.30 sharp.

- Okay, let's go. - Kiss me first.

Your suitcase!

You make my head spin. Is everything there?

I hope so. I even put your pajamas in.

- For sleeping. - Don't be silly.

- Will you write? - Every day.

- Promise? - Promise.

Don't worry, darling.

Three weeks go quickly.

A reminder to passengers

...that the 'Mistral' Trans-Europ-Express, can only be boarded...

by those with a ticket or an admission form.

- OK? - OK.

You?

Apart from one hell of a job for 2 weeks.

I thought I'd never make this train.

Trans-Europ Mistral Express leaving at 1.30...

...for Marseille, Toulon...

...Cannes, Nice.

All aboard please.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...we wish you bon voyage.

Here...

While I think of it.

I think it's essential.

I thank you.

I agree, it's better.

It's ages since I saw you.

No one lives forever and at my age...

...we run the risk of checking out one fine morning, without warning.

So this year you'll spend your vacation at my place.

Do you remember where it is?

Down south in Provence.

Just outside Lourmarin.

I'll be waiting, love

Grandpa

Hi, Mr Jericho!

Howdy, Victor.

Nice to see you, Mr Jericho.

Sheep report... 3 with signs of contamination.

Would you take a detour through Val du Haut Mas?

Today it'd be a problem. Go see Doctor Bennac.

The other vet? That's 10 km.

"The other vet". How many times have I told you?

I no longer practice. I'm not a vet any more.

Mr Jericho, you've usually...

Usually! It's been a bad habit.

Alright... I'll drop over tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Mr Jericho.

Here you are at last!

You haven't changed, sweetheart.

Don't look very well.

- You neither. - Hello, Grandpa.

Not getting any younger. Working hard.

Don't make me cry!

Here... I'll take it.

Wake up kiddo!

We're here!

It's the country air.

Marie...

Jeanne has prepared an omelet.

Light the stove under the frying pan.

Yes, boss.

So, do you still like living in Paris?

It's alright.

Yeah? So do you like it or not?

We like it there, yes.

Are YOU happy?

No.

Is that him?

It's Herbert Gaston Dessalle.

Son of the duchess.

A red Persian.

And a true blue-blood.

Doesn't stop him breeding with the peasantry.

You've a funny name, old puss.

It's his legally.

It took an ultimatum to get you two to come.

I'd been sure you'd come for one day...

The day of my funeral.

- Don't exaggerate. - I'm not.

I can imagine you reading my letter. Total panic... Right?

Spending my holidays with that old dodderer...

...when I could be going to Capri.

Picked it in one, eh?!

Oh yeah!

You smoke?

That's new.

It's to please Jacques.

He loves women who smoke.

He thinks it's chic.

- What?! - It's true.

- Phooey! - It's your little weakness.

Well, the only one.

Really?

Well, admit you're a snob.

That's true.

When he was 10 years old...

...he insisted that his grandma wear her best dress...

...to go to the village.

It was for the honour of the family.

Family honour continues.

Come on, have some '66 Jericho.

Maybe a bit rough, but it won't kill you.

Not bad at all.

You should know it. I sent you a case.

It's not bad! Did you drink it up on the sly?

It doesn't taste the same to me. What do you think?

It seems fruitier.

It's the country air.

It seems it can change the palate.

It's your honeymoon!

I'm all in favour.

Goodnight, poppet!

- Goodnight, big boy. - Goodnight, Grandpa.

Goodnight.

If it's not too much to ask...

...you might think of making me a great-grandfather.

Gosh! Are you encouraging orgies?!

Is this how you play the happy marriage?

How am I playing it?

Badly.

Sorry for not having a gift for comedy.

Listen...

We agreed that Jericho wouldn't get to know anything.

You were OK with that.

Yes, I'm OK with that.

But I'm not accustomed to lying.

It comes easily to you...

...for the last 7 years.

You've made a habit of it.

You exaggerate.

I don't lie to you.

Not anymore. That's different.

You've got it made.

Don't start again!

Listen, Marie...

We agreed not to talk about it anymore for 3 weeks.

We agree! We agree!

And when the time comes, it turns out differently.

You took your freedom. It's your right.

But being with you is unbearable to me.

I beg you. If you go on like this, it will become impossible.

I'm sorry.

I'll make an effort.

Don't worry, darling. Three weeks go quickly.

- Think so? - About what?

Nothing.

Three weeks.

You think there's any point to this comedy?

It'd be better to tell Jericho.

- Why? - Don't you see why?

Why make him upset?

It would complicate everything.

Funny way of simplifying things.

Listen, Marie...

Jericho is my grandfather, but he's also your great-uncle.

You love him, as I do. We'll always be seeing each other.

- Yes, but not one to one. - Why not?

Because I want to be able to forget you completely.

I was you cousin, then your wife...

Am I to become your sister? Well, no way!

If I'm not your wife, I won't be anything else!

You understand? No, because you don't love me anymore.

You aren't going to be sleeping there for 3 weeks.

Don't be stupid.

Come on.

Come to bed.

Good morning, Grandpa.

Look...!

Some of the Martin Wood has been cut down.

What a shame.

It seems you've forgotten it somewhat.

Not at all.

I'd recognize the smallest bush in it.

Where did you find this?

On the console, in the hall.

I wanted to update myself with reading matter.

I must say, I'm enlightened.

Are the women in Paris like that now?

More or less, if you ignore the airbrushing.

It must be hell.

You must feel under pressure with all those hot chicks around.

Not in the least.