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Has the entire charge exploded? - Yes, there's no risk.
He's approaching the crater.
My God, what's he doing?
Jansen!
HIBERNATUS
Careful. - Ok.
Monday, February 2
The French-Danish expedition, headed by professor Jansen and captain Lecau...
discovers in the extreme northern part of Greenland...
the body of a man, very well preserved in the ice.
Tuesday, February 3
The remains of French steamer "La Galante", which disappeared near Spitzberg in 1905...
are found not far from the body of the unknown man.
The model of the man's shoes corresponds to the date of the shipwreck.
This means that the body of the Man of Ice has been a prisoner of the ice for 65 years.
Friday, February 7
A helicopter of the expedition transports the isothermal container...
with the unknown man in his block of ice.
Pull it up.
We have a direct connection with the Polyken hospital...
for the press conference of professor Edouard Loriebat...
specialist in cryogenics.
Professor Loriebat and professor Barkov...
head of the psychiatric ward of the hospital...
sit down to face journalists from all over the world.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I am now able to confirm to you certain rumours...
that have been going around since this afternoon.
After 36 hours of progressive revitalisation...
Dr. Barkoff and I have detected renewed cardiac activity.
That's fantastic, don't you think? - It's crazy.
Crazy!
After a couple of hours, the metabolism has returned to normal...
and at this very moment the subject can be considered physically dehibernated.
Dear oh dear. - That's crazy.
In 1905, the "La Galand" vessel was transporting tonnes of glycerine.
It is likely that upon the collision with an iceberg...
the body of the hibernating man was submerged in the product.
It was snap frozen.
The glycerine protected the cellular structure and prevented its collapse.
It's magnificent, don't you think?
What? They found the body of a man who disappeared 65 years ago!
They melt the ice and he comes back to life.
Doesn't that surprise you, Mr. Thomas?
Alright.
Dear friends, let's go back to the issue at hand.
I will soon have been the President of the French packaging company for 25 years.
I always only had one objective.
To respect, to serve and to spoil my loyal clients.
And also...
I've wanted to make our production in Paris worthy of the European market.
It's necessary...
It's necessary that the French firm... Go!
that the French packaging company becomes... tomorrow...
becomes the company of the future.
I'm only following the example of our good friend Crépin-Jaujard...
whose company is the pride of the French packaging industry.
Dear friends.
It's not only an honour but also a great joy to me...
to announce, on the occasion of this modest inauguration...
the engagement plans of Evelyne, the daughter of Mr. Crépin-Jaujard...
and my little Didier.
Dear Didier, who's the son of my good friends, the De Tartas...
who've done, who've known...
who've understood, who've felt...
How shall I put it?
How do I tell you?
It's hard to say. - You could also tell me tomorrow.
Look at the cute little couple.
To your health, my children.
And be happy. Or it least try to be.
Marriage is like a castle under siege. Attractive from the outside...
Counsel, please, the medal.
The Legion of Honour. - Yes, the Legion of Honour.
It's been taken care of. - Thank you, dear counsel.
And when will I get it? - Last week.
No, I mean when will I have it? - Last week.
I mean, I got mine last week.
I don't care about that. When will I have mine?
I spoke to important people. It's imminent.
But I want it tomorrow.
Charles!
Should I offer? - No. What's that?
That's the Legion of Honour. - He got it.
You arranged that, didn't you? - No, no.
Thanks for that, counsel.
I need one for tomorrow.
No, this one's mine.
Dear Hubert, what are you doing?
Do you mind if I call you Hubert? - By all means.
This is all really magnificent.
Congratulations on the transformation. It's going to work very well.
You and I will achieve great things together.
And our little ones will benefit from it.
Tell me, though. I was thinking of that man.
The hibernated man, 65 years. Amazing, isn't it?
It's unimaginable even. - Why is that?
He's an old man at 25 years. - Ah yes.
An old man of 25.
Let's assume he has offspring.
What faces will they pull? They must be our age.
I'd like to see those looks.
They're in for quite a shock.
They'll be... paf!
Sir! - Yes?
The police are here, sir.
What's that? - The police are here.
Where? - There.
Sir. - Mr. De Tartas?
Yes, that's me. - I have an urgent message for you.
Yes, I knew about this. Thank you.
Look here. Ministry of Internal Affairs, Secretary General.
Mr. De Tartas, please. The Secretary General awaits you.
Mr. Secretary General. - Dear Mr. Tartas.
Such an honour. - Please.
Have a seat.
I'm assuming, sir, that this invitation came as a surprise.
I wasn't expecting this honour, Mr. Secretary General.
Of course, you must have heard of the concept of the hibernated man.
I didn't... What was that?
I asked if you've heard of the hibernated man.
Yes, like everybody else. - The hibernated man has been identified.
So much the better.
But what has that got to do with me, Mr. Secretary General?
You know the family of the hibernated man.
This family's very close to you. Very close.
Very close? Which family?
Your own, sir.
Mine? - Yes, sir.
Mr. Secretary General, my name is Hubert Barère de Tartas.
I know my ancestors by their name... first name and last name. Back to Louis VIII:
Some died on the battle field, fighting barbarians.
Others died a natural death in their châteaux. But I can guarantee you...
none of them died frozen in the ice of the North Pole.
Indeed, sir, the hibernated man is not a De Tartas.
His name is Paul Fournier.
Fournier. Does that name ring a bell?
Fournier is a common name.
Wasn't your wife a Miss Fournier?
That's possible, but you're not trying to say, Mr. Secretary General...
that the hibernated man is related to my wife?
He's her grandfather, sir.
Excuse me, what did you say? - He's her grandfather.
Mr. Secretary General, I love comedy, but I abhor jokes.
Sir, in my circles, there is very rarely time for jokes.
Quite something for our country, don't you think?
If the hibernated man doesn't die, France will have made the most amazing discovery.
Survival! What do you think?
Professor Loriebat is waiting for you in the hospital.
Edmée! What are you doing here? - The signature, sir. This week's cheque.
Edmée! Edmée!
Don't yell like that. - Signature.
Sign there.
That's what I was telling your husband.
There, that's it. Thank you. It's that way.
It was necessary... you know... for the week...
Come on, hurry. Listen.
Where do you say your grandfather is?
Where do you think your grandfather is?
Which one? - Grandfather Fournier.
Strange question.
Hubert, he's been dead for a long time.
Dead and buried. - Where?
In Dampierre, I think.
I wish you were certain. - Listen Hubert, what's gotten into you?
Well? - I was very young when mummy died.
I've only been to the cemetery once or twice.
So a mistake is quite possible. Let's go to the cemetery.
No. What does it matter to me? - It matters to me, me!
Well, darling? - I don't remember.
Try to remember. - Over there.
Let's go then.
No, that's not it. It's in a lane. - There are lanes everywhere here.
Listen, darling. You look over there and I look over here.
No, no...
Hubert! I found it.
Wait.
Grandmother Fournier is here.
And grandfather? He's not there. She's on her own.
She's alone...
Grandmother was a widow. Grandfather is somewhere else.
I'm certain, absolutely certain. - Certain of what?
Should I tell you where your grandfather is? - Yes.
He's in an ice block and he's been in there for 65 years.
Does that ring a bell? 65 years, ice block?
You're telling me the hibernated man... - Yes, that's what I'm telling you.
Granny, grandfather's back.
Come with me. - Yes, I'm coming.
There is chicken in the fridge. Sophie will look after you.
I'm so emotional, knowing I'm going to meet grandfather.
Edmée!
Edmée! Where's your mother? - In the garage.
Look at granddaddy.
Is that him? - That's granddaddy.
That's granddaddy, Sophie. - Not bad.
You look after the little one.
With pleasure, sir. - Edmée!
What does that old man want?
Yes, sir?
I heard Paul's back.
Paul who? - Paul Fournier.
Don't start about that. I don't know anything.
He's my oldest friend. - I don't care. I'm not talking to you.
I'm not talking to you. - Is he back or not?
Let me go, let me go. - I'm not stopping your car.
Yes, you are. - Put it in first gear.
Let me go.
I'm still his oldest friend.
We're about to enter a sterile area.
Madam.
The slightest shock can endanger his mental stability...
but also his life. He's still very sick.
He thinks it's 1905.
A final word...
He will have changed a lot.
Who cares about appearances? My heart will know.
This is terrible. I'm not a descendant of this monster.
That's impossible. Is that why you made us come here?
It's not him. Look here. It's not him.
Sir, we need to calm down. - And then?
We're going to shave him. Let's wait for that.
Shave him? Well, shave then.
We have everything we need here.
Doctor Bibolini is one of our best psychiatrists.
He supervises the psychological stability...
and the progressive re-adaptation of your relative.
I'm not yet sure if this man is my ancestor.
But if he is, seeing that you left him in this condition...
makes me wonder: Why?
Because I thought he wasn't ready yet...
for the decisive confrontation with himself.
But this morning he asked for a mirror, so I decided the time had come.
No objections, dear colleague?
Physically, he's in good shape.
The rest is up to you, dear colleague.
Scissors.
Does he remember what happened?
Little fragments of his family life, but before his marriage.
He forgot about my grandmother? - Apparently.
We told him he fell of a horse and that he suffers from lapses of memory.
Hubert, it's him.
It's granddad.
You've given him back to me. Thank you, professor.
Professor, what are you going to do with him?
What kind of question is that, Hubert? We're taking him home.
Sorry, but that's out of the question. He belongs to science.
Indeed, indeed. - He belongs to his family first.
Grandpa's not a guinea pig. He's a human being, sir.
But darling, these gentlemen are right.
He belongs to science, unfortunately.
But madam, his reactions are unpredictable, moving.
All humanity is concerned with his mental development.
And his physical development. - Excuse me, but I don't care.
Edmée, think about it. Your grandfather thinks it's 1905.
Here he can continue to think that, but at our place...
Surrounded by the love of his relatives, he'll slowly find out, you'll see.
No, we won't see. I'm completely against the idea.
It could lead to irreversible mental trauma.
These gentlemen know their job. I accept it and so should you.
Come on, angel. - You'll see him soon.
Besides, it's not our fault. It's the government's decision.
I don't care about the government. - Shush!
What, sst? I don't care about the government.
Attention, give me a nice smile.
What do your parents think of the hibernated man?
Daddy hates this kind of publicity.
Attention, don't move. There.
Mummy says it's a disgrace.
I think he's quite interesting. - Interesting? He's amazing.
I have a great-grandfather who's my age.
I think it's sad.
No, it's the future.
They freeze you when you're 20 years old, pull you out when you're 50...
and you're still 20. Don't you like that?
- Didier! - Evelyne, I didn't see you.
We're only young once. - For sure, dad.
Your idiot son isn't getting anywhere with Evelyne.
As if he doesn't realise I could really use the Crépin-Jaujard capital.
Didier's a bit young to get married.
In the meantime, darling, I have an important request.
I need your pretty little signature right here.
I don't care. I want my grandfather.
You didn't know he existed and now you can't live without him.
I'm a family person.
I'll get you your grandfather. Now sign here, my angel.
You'll get everything you want when he's here.
Damn!
Don't curse. I hate that.
Let's go to bed, darling. Everything will be alright.
Are you dreaming, Hubert?
Charles got the spare bedroom ready for you.
Damn! - Good night, my friend.
Good evening. Any news?
Sorry to call this late, but I was held up at the Palace of Justice.
Tell me, about your hibernated man.
I studied the case quite well. It's a problem, isn't it?
I know it's a problem. Now what? - It's very simple, my friend.
It's a matter of absence. - What does the law say?
The law is quite clear.
Paul Fournier. The hibernated man, is alive, isn't he?
Therefore, he must regain all his possessions.
What's that? - Everything belongs to him.
How can everything belong to him? I'll object to that.
You can't do anything without his consent.
That's impossible. - I'm very sorry, but that's how it is.
There must be something we can do.
Excuse me, but I have two very urgent files I need to study.
Blast!
Edmée! Open up!
I'm asleep. - You were right, it's a disgrace. Open up!
I'm asleep. - I'll give you your grandfather.
I love him. He's so likeable. I can't live without him anymore.
Edmée, open up! My sweetheart!
I'm asleep.
Professor, I demand that you give me the grandfather of my wife.
Impossible. - I didn't hear that. What?
I said it's impossible. - Be very careful.
The press are outside. I'll sue.
Sue them for what? - Arbitrary sequestration.
Dear sir, for the hibernated man, it's 1905.
You're not yet born.
You don't exist. And you may never exist.
Sir, there's somebody waiting for you.
Why didn't you tell me? - I did tell you.
When? - Just now. - You're a liar.
Hello, doctor. - Mr. De Tartas...
we have the duty to prevent Loriebat from making a mistake that could be fatal.
What? I don't understand. - Have a seat.
Fatal for what?
I'm convinced that Loriebat is mistaken.
Certainly. - Wait.
If we want Fournier to regain mental stability...
we have to put him in a family situation right away.
That's what I've been saying. - Let me continue.
This morning, Professor Loriebat obtained official permission...
to transfer him to a nursing home in the province.
Why leave him to strangers?
When we can help with our enormous... - Listen to me.
He will be transferred tomorrow. We must act fast.
I can't do it alone and I can only trust you.
Doctor, I'm awaiting your orders.
We gained 5 minutes on our time schedule.
When he wakes up, he won't even know he's in a different room.
This morning he was asking if he could go home.
We can't start listening to the patients. - You don't leave us much choice in this case.
Professor.
Hubert, I don't feel well.
I think I'm going to faint.
Listen to me. It's complicated enough as it is.
I don't feel well. - No, not on the stretcher.
Not on the stretcher!
Breathe, Edmée.
Edmée, do you feel better?
Do you feel better? Ok! - No!
Enough! That's too much.
Have a word with my assistant, before you leave.
Please, gentlemen. I'm thirsty.
I feel like a big, cold beer. How about you?
That's it. Let's go. Let go of me.
No!
Stop!
No more oxygen for you. Grab the stretcher.
Come on!
Doctor, you're all alone.
Help me with him.
Enough! Enough!
Let go!
Is everything ok? - Yes, fine.
Quite an escape, no?
How far is it to your lodge? - What?
How far is it to your lodge? - About 20 minutes.
Does he really think it's 1900? - What?
Does he really think it's 1900?
Yes, yes, it'll be fine. - Hurry, Hubert, he's coming to.
Look at that. - Look at that?
You said we had half an hour.
Well, he's not a watch. We're having a problem now.
No, it'll be alright.
Help!
Where are you going, idiot? - Look at that! Look at them!
Where am I?
What happened? - You fell off your horse.
My horse?
What was I doing on a horse?
Have patience. Your memory will come back.
The year is 1905.
Sara Bernhardt was excellent last night.
And Mr. Loubet is still the president.
No, it's not true. They wouldn't dare!
Let go of me. - Come on. Come on.
I'm Professor Loriebat. - Of course.
Leave me in peace. I'm Professor Loriebat!
Mr. Director, Mr. Director! Hurry!
Be reasonable. - I want to get up.
He's very agitated.
Where's Professor Loriebat? He was supposed to accompany him.
He's here!
Let go of me, please. - Professor!
I don't understand what happened. - I do. Where's the telephone?
Where's the phone?
Considering the era, we thought that a telephone...
Enough of that!
Quickly call the police and the army.
What's going on, Professor? - What's going on?
They stole the hibernated man.
You must have taken a wrong turn. - You told me to turn right.
That's it. - Now we're in trouble.
Come here.
Keep it up.
He's gone, he's gone. Where is he?
No, he's here. - Where?
Ambulance car. Suspect behaviour. Tries to avoid the road blocks.
Immediate intervention? Alright.
They saw us. We're lost. - We're not lost. Where are we?
I lost track. - Hurry, Hubert, he's waking up.
We have to keep him at all cost.
Doctor, look!
No, don't do that.
Hold him. Hold him well.
Give him this. Give him the pill.
A church is timeless.
When he wakes up, he won't feel out of place.
Yes, that's true.
Don't you like it?
Don't you have anything else? - No.
Hubert, look. No, there.
Fromantines Monastery 15th century
Everybody get out. Line yourselves up.
So you won't let me in.
Attention! - Give me that.
Doctor Bibolini, Mr. De Tartas!
I give you 15 minutes.
The grave act you've committed deserves punishment.
Be reasonable so the penalty will be less severe.
I'm waiting for your reply.
He's asleep. We can leave. - You forgot that we're surrounded.
No. Don't you have an underground tunnel? A secret door?
Too late. Better hand him over to the authorities.
Why? What's that?
He doesn't belong to them. He belongs to his family. Right, father?
Not anymore, my son. He belongs to God.
You want to keep him? - By miraculously saving his life...
and by leading you to our house...
the Lord has clearly expressed His will.
This man's destiny belongs to the Lord.
May prayer bring us light.
For God's sake!
He's making fools of us.
I'm sorry, Professor. All we can do is guard the perimeter.
Ok, I'll go alone then.
Help me. - It's too late.
This was your idea so help me.
What's the point? - And you too, Edmée.
Careful! - What is it?
I can hear somebody walking. - Who is it?
Quickly, against the wall.
It's him. - No, no.
It's him. - No, it's not him.
I can feel I'm about to lose it. - Oh no!
I'm going to lose it.
I'm sorry to disturb your meditation, but...
I know you've pledged a vow of silence... - I'm losing it.
Bibolini!
I lost it.
Mummy.
My little boy. - Mummy, I want to go home.
I want to go home.
Right now.
Ok, I give in.
His well-being comes first.
The family home, alright. But in 1905.
But Professor, do you really want to put him up in my hotel?
I didn't hear that. - I said of course.
The hotel was built in 1900. Do you think he'll recognize it?
It's simple. Return the hotel to its original state.
I can't hear a word. - I was only saying that you should...
return the hotel to the state it was in at the start of the century.
But I spent a fortune on modernising it.
We made all these transformations. The paint is still wet.
Since your ancestor can't adapt to our times...
our times have to adapt to him.
Tell me. I have an idea.
Why don't we tell him right away which year it really is. Would be cheaper.
That would kill him.
No, never! - What did I do?
You were shaking your big head and thinking the unspeakable.
My dear, I don't have a big head and I wasn't shaking it.
Yes, you do have a big head and you were shaking it.
Ok, I have a big head, but I didn't shake it.
Yes, you did. - What do you call shaking?
When you go like this. - No, this is shaking.
This is shaking. And I didn't shake.
Enough. Whether you like it or not, grandfather will live with us.
We have received orders to make sure nothing ruins the experience.
Orders from high up.
I don't agree! I don't agree!
Mr. De Tartas! - I don't agree!
What makes a country great these days? - I don't care.
You don't have the right.
What makes a country great is outer space.
I don't care. - I won't allow it.
What makes a country great these days, is outer space.
And outer space without hibernation is useless.
In the long run, Mars and Venus won't be enough. We'll go further.
That means voyages of one or two centuries, maybe thousands of years.
For a voyage like that, the astronauts would have to be hibernated.
We'll be the hibernation experts. You'll be the expert, Mr. De Tartas.
What if I refuse? - What about France?
I forbid you! - What?
You said you don't care. - No, I didn't.
Besides, I don't see the problem. Everything will be paid for you.
Inside the house, the interior design of the period has been restored.
Completely identical?
Furniture could have changed a bit during the absence of the hibernated man.
What if he wants to get out?
His convalescence demands that he stays within the confines of the property.
What about cars?
Modern traffic is no longer allowed in the surroundings.
People living in the area have been given cars from the right period.
Others are only allowed in if in possession of an official pass.
Because of their timeless outfits, coal merchants, clergymen and nuns are allowed in.
Letters with 2 cents postage will be delivered by bikes...
and a few kiosks are selling newspapers from the period.
When can we finally see him? - Soon, gentlemen, soon.
Excuse me. We had to give him an injection for the trip...
and we don't know how he'll react when he'll wake up.
It'll go very well.
I agree that my wife looks a lot like his grandmother.
But I don't look like the father at all.
There is a certain likeness, though.
Don't comb. There's nothing to comb.
You're awake.
Why did everything change here? - I'll call madam.
I'm not complaining, by the way.
You're much more beautiful than old, ugly Irma.
You too, sir. I mean... - What's your name, beautiful child?
Sophie, sir. - Sophie.
I think that we're going to become very good friends, you and me.
You have to stay in bed. You're sick.
Sick, me? I never woke up feeling this good.
You must be losing your mind. - That's possible.
But does it matter? - Let go of me.
I have my orders. - From now on, you get them from me.
Anyway...
I'd never want to inflict any pain on these beautiful eyes.
Bring me some bread and some cocoa. I'm starving.
Yes, sir.
Madam! - My dear, what a voice.
He woke up. - He woke up? Completely?
He's full of life. - My God!
My God. - Excuse me. Here's your pen.
Mrs. De Tartas? - Professor, he's awake!
Has he seen his father? - Not yet.
Go get him. I'll prepare his entrance. - Hubert, he's awake!
If you want to see him, finish getting dressed.
I'm fed up. It's all about him. And I've been kicked out of my room.
But you're next to mine, no? - Did he talk to you?
Yes, with his hands. - The dirty old man!
He aged well, you know.
How is my big boy? - You're looking great today, mum.
He's in good shape, isn't he, Professor?
Come with me. It'll go very well.
Excellent transformation. A perfect illusion. Really.
Congratulations. - Thank you. Tell me...
What? - Did he mention his father?
No, not at all. - Is that bad?
Don't worry. It will be fine. Yes.
It's a problem. We can't cause him any shock.
What shock? - Take it easy.
Don't worry, I'm telling you.
Go in.
Paul... my little Paul.
You haven't forgotten your daddy?
Come in my arms, my son.
Out!
Terrible person, villain!
Ruffian, get out! Get out! - But darling, it's daddy!
Let go of me!
I never want to see you again.
I never want to see you again! - Darling, calm down.
Let go of me.
Let him through.
Dear sir, you can save me. Save me, dear sir.
Who are you? - Don't you recognize me? Look.
Unbelievable! Miserable creature! How did you dare?
How did you dare come back? - What's wrong with you?
A man who leaves his home for an actress?
It wasn't me. - Get up.
Man, look. Look!
Think about it. I'd be more than a 100 years old.
Yes, that's impossible. My apologies, sir.
How can we receive him after what he did. What he did to you, mummy.
From now on, I'll be looking after you.
Let's forget about all that. I'll take you to Maxim.
Oh no!
Gentlemen, I've seen enough of you.
Please give me your bills and then be kind enough to leave.
But promise not to leave the house. - I'll make sure of that.
He's making good progress, in spite of the incident with the father.
Gentlemen, your idea was excellent. - Where are you going?
I said, where are you going. - Well, home.
I don't think so. The experiment was a failure.
Where do you want me to go then. A hotel? - That's a very good idea.
It's the only solution. - I'm going home!
Listen, gentlemen. In the interest of our relationship...
I only want what's good for the patient. - I don't care about the patient.
No, he's my husband. There are limits.
He caused this himself, mummy. You're divorced. Forget about him.
But Paul, he's your father. - He betrayed us. Let's not speak of him again.
It would come in handy.
Mummy, the cops are arresting daddy. - What are you saying, young man?
You're making a silly mistake. I guess you were thinking you were at home.
I'm sorry. What was I thinking?
He's a young student who rents a room in the attic.
He's preparing for the academy. - Very well, young man.
But I think your behaviour is rather impolite.
Don't tell him off. He's cute.
Sophie, please.
But Mr. Paul is even cuter. - Sophie!
The little one has taste. - I don't think so.
People often talked about you, but you don't impress me much.
Didier! I mean...
young man! I beg your pardon.
I'll kick him out tomorrow. - No, you can't do that.
I understand your loneliness, mummy.
You're young, beautiful... Yes, yes, beautiful.
You're very attractive.
You're facing many temptations. Some of which are dangerous.
You don't mind me saying that? - No, grandfather.
See? You're laughing at me. - No.
Mummy, you should get married again.
Funny you should say that. I was just thinking about it.
Have you got someone in mind?
I don't dare talk about it, but I think so. - Really?
Do I know him?
Introduce him to me. I want to make sure he's worthy of you.
I'll be very critical.
Sir, excuse me. Excuse me, sir, who are you?
Don't you recognize me?
Sorry, when you get angry, I recognize you, Mr de Tartas.
Where's the lady? She's in the winter garden.
Announce me. - Yes.
It must make you feel young to be courting her.
Announce me. - Alright, who should I announce?
Guess. - I don't know.
Mr. De Tartos. - De Tartos?
De Tartas, idiot. - De Tartas idiot...
The name's the same. Just this... - Go!
Charles, come here.
Yes, what's the problem?
How do I look?
Ok, that's enough. Get lost.
Sophie, come here.
No, leave that alone. - Alright, I'll tell him to come.
Mr. De Tartas, you can come here.
Mr. De Tartas! - Your servant, dear madam.
Welcome in this house. - Sir.
I've spoken highly of you to Paul...
and he couldn't wait to meet you.
You're too kind, madam.
I brought you a modest token of my devotion.
See how much he spoils me? You shouldn't have.
Such beautiful flowers. Aren't they too heavy?
Not at all.
Sophie! She'll be here in a second.
That's alright. - Put that on the table.
Love's beautiful. - Keep your comments to yourself.
Indeed, dear sir, love's a noble sentiment...
provided it's sincere and profound.
Mummy deserves to be happy and I'll make sure that she is.
Paul, listen... - I'm sure the gentleman understands.
Very clearly. - Step into my study, please.
Will you excuse me, mummy? - Certainly, my darling.
What? - Excuse me?
I thought... nothing. - Very well.
This way? - Yes, this way.
Be indulgent with Paul, dear friend.
He adores me and can sometimes be a bit brusque.
Through that door.
Have a seat, please.
A glass of Madeira? - No, thanks.
A bit of Grenache? - No, thank you.
Are you on a diet? - No, not at all.
Health problems? Sensitive stomach? Weak liver?
No, I'm fine, I assure you. I'm alright.
Excellent. A cigar? - No, I don't smoke. Not anymore.
You're a very virtuous man.
Mr. De Tartas, I won't beat around the bush. My mother told me you're a widow.
Yes, yes. - What did your wife die of?
What did your wife die of?
Yes, yes, I heard you. It was terrible.
Horrible. Already in the morning, she wasn't well.
And I remember...
Her breathing... and then one moment...
Horrible.
What a story. - Terrible.
Explosion... everywhere.
Horrible. She didn't suffer. Not at all.
Mr. De Tartas, I like a clean situation.
Me too. Me too. - You intend to marry my mother, don't you?
Yes. - I wouldn't like you to hurry things.
You can live here for a while. - That's too kind of you.
You've been very important for the factory. But from now on, I'll be in charge.
But that's not possible. But... and what about you?
What will happen to you? How will you go about it?
My dad only did one thing right. He left the factory in my name.
I'm young. I'll take charge.
You should be careful. The doctors said to take it easy.
You'll get tired. You'll get tired.
They're idiots. - You'll have problems with the material.
Administrative and financial problems. Cheques to sign.
I'll sign them. - No, you can't sign cheques.
Do you think I'm not capable? - Let's not...
Listen, give me a big glass of Grenache and a big Madeira...
in a big glass, with a big cigar.
Attention, please.
This big step back in time is touching, don't you think?
It's ludicrous. Such an effort for a commoner is unbelievable.
If he's so common, why do you bother?
For you, darling. Don't you want to see Didier?
Of course, mummy. That's the only reason.
Not curiosity or snobbism.
There he is. He's watching.
Still watching.
He's gone. He thinks he inherited an oil lamp factory.
Make sure he doesn't get involved or we'll have a big problem.
What do you want to do? - Tell him the truth. Enough of this comedy.
He's back. He's there.
You shouldn't test my patience. - Without my family you're nothing.
I won't need them for much longer.
Didier will marry Evelyne. And you can stay with your grandfather.
Hubert!
Hubert, I'm getting dizzy. - Higher!
Hubert, I'm getting dizzy. I'm getting dizzy.
Dear friends!
Are you injured? - No.
Not at all. - Is everything alright?
Everything's fine. We were waiting for you.
After you. - That way, please.
Charming. - Do you think so?
Hubert, I thought we were arguing. - Your dress is torn.
They're charming. And after 20 years of marriage.
Evelyne would be lucky if their son's like them.
Charles, where's Didier?
Impossible!
Let me!
What are you doing here? What are you doing in Didier's room?
To believe I trusted you. - But it's not a crime.
It's worse. It's an assault. Get lost.
I don't know if the boss will agree. - I am the boss.
No, it's Mr. Paul.
Miserable person. Do you want to ruin your father?
The Crépin-Jaujards are downstairs. Evelyne's waiting for you. Go.
Listen to me really well. I'm fed up with the Crépin-Jaujards.
Fed up? - Yes, up to here.
And that's not all. You can forget about that fake marriage.
No, I'll never do that. Never!
And now go! The Crépin-Jaujards.
I can't wait to meet him.
I'm afraid to make a mistake. Would it be that bad?
It would be terrible. - Charles, please.
But it would be terrible. - Charles, leave us.
It would be terrible. It could ruin everything.
Please be careful. - Keep an eye on me, Edouard.
I've been doing that for 19 years, darling.
Where is your grandfather? - Patience, he'll be here.
I didn't picture you like this at all. When I think of your age...
Do you find me too young? - No, I think you're just fine.
Here's our little Didier. - Bravo, Didier, excellent.
My respect, madam, sir.
Is something wrong with him? - No, no.
Is anything wrong? - No, nothing.
Really nothing? - Really nothing.
And where's little Evelyne?
I thought Didier was in the park. She's looking for him.
I'll go. - Yes... No, I'll go myself.
What's wrong, Hubert?
Are you ill? - Charles.
Did you see Evelyne? - Charles.
You didn't see Evelyne? - Charles!
I'm here. - Give me a big glass of Grenache.
A big glass. And a little cigar.
What were you thinking? Maybe Paul was just gallant towards Evelyne.
Crépin-Jaujard and I agree about the date of the wedding.
Everything's going well then. - Everything's not going well.
I won't let your grandfather kidnap my son's fiancée.
What are you doing?
What do you mean?
Well, yes, what are you doing?
Well, I'm...
Why?
Oh no! We're only engaged. We're not married yet.
We don't want people talking.
All these emotions must have gotten to you.
You don't love me anymore.
I do. - You don't. - I do.
My darling, I'm alone, all alone, too alone.
Alright, here.
Yes, but... - Wait.
Here, to keep you company. But nobody must know.
No.
But Edmée...
My respect, madam. May you have a good night.
Edmée...
Did Paul see anything? - No.
If he had seen you in my room, he would have killed you.
He thought I came to say goodnight. - Thank you for your presence of mind.
Charming complicity which reminds me of our courting days.
Your father's youth has given us back a bit of our own.
Hubert, it's late. Yes, it's really late.
It's never too late for courting one's wife, my darling.
Enough. - My darling...
This can't go anywhere. - My darling...
Mummy?
Mummy!
What is it? - It's me. Can I come in? - No!
Hubert. -What? - One moment.
Hubert. - Who's that?
Wake up. - What is it?
For goodness' sake. - Who is it?
What? Where?
You can come in, darling.
Mummy, tell me if you like this poem. My life depends on it.
Do you never get tired? - No. Listen to me.
For Evelyne...
We've loved each other since we first met...
and already this image that has appeared...
to haunt my mind on this bleak morning.
It's an image of you, my darling...
Read, little darling, read.
Come back, my dear friend, without you I am nothing...
If you still so want, you can be mine tomorrow.
In front of the Lord, in his temple...
I shall hand you my life and my heart.
Don't you like it?
I do. It's charming.
But you get all excited, yet she isn't available.
I think there is somebody... a decent boy even.
I'll kill him. - I forbid you.
Alright. I'm too happy to hurt your feelings.
I'll tell Charles to send my letter.
What do you say to that? He's insisting.
Please, Hubert. It's 5 o'clock in the morning.
I'll nip this romance in the bud.
Such horror.
What's he doing?
This is new.
Dear Charles, I need your help.
At this hour? Have pity on your staff.
Smile, Charles, life's beautiful. - Is it?
He's quite a nuisance. Now he doesn't sleep anymore.
He slept in advance. - Where are you going?
To make sure he doesn't send this love letter. I'm nipping this romance in the bud.
Sophie, I'll give you a raise of 40 francs. You too, Charles.
You're sensational, sir. - Sensational?
That's a new way of putting it. - Didn't they say that in your time?
In my time? - I mean, before your accident.
Bravo, I see you're recovering well. - Very well, thank you.
Dear Sophie. - Sophie.
What's with the eccentric outfit? - They're pyjamas.
I'm definitely a bit behind. - If only you knew.
Charles, quickly mail this letter. - Now? - It's urgent.
I have to do it now? - Yes, and smile.
A lady? - Yes.
She's wonderful, beautiful.
And without leaving this place? I'm impressed.
Give it to me. - No.
Give it to me. - It's not for you.
I'll take care of it. Is Mr. Didier there? - Yes. - Good.
Let me... - I'll hit you.
If you still so want, you can be mine tomorrow.
In front of the Lord, in his temple...
I shall hand you my life and my heart.
Did you write that? That's hard to believe.
I knew you'd laugh at me. My dad wanted me to read it to you.
You clearly don't know me very well.
That's my poem. - Aren't you ashamed?
But she's my fiancée, isn't she? - How dare you say that.
You have some great ideas.
Is something wrong, my darling?
I'm fed up with all this, fed up with Evelyne, with the entire family.
Didier! - He's 70 years older than her.
How would Crépin-Jaujard look? - Calm down, darling, you're sweating.
Sophie, run a bath for Didier. - Alright, we'll have a bath together.
Didier!
What's happening, Hubert? - The boat's sinking. Our feet are getting wet.
Paul and Evelyne, does that continue? - Like a house on fire.
But we should talk to the girl. - Exactly, you look after Evelyne.
I'll look after him. I'll dehibernate him.
No, no, don't do that. - I'll tell him everything.
I'll tell him everything. - No.
Paul!
How do you feel?
What? - How do you feel?
Get lost. Get lost or I'll hit you.
How do you feel? Good? Let's go.
And now I'll tell you everything. - No! - Shut up!
You think it's 1905? Well, no. It's 1970.
North Pole. Does that ring a bell?
You were frozen in a block of ice for 65 years.
And two months ago, they found you in one piece.
Hubert! - Shut up!
You're not 25 years old. You're 90 years old. 90 years.
And you're the grandfather of your mother. My wife.
Her name's not Clementine. It's Edmée.
Edmée, Edmée, Edmée...
Her name's Edmée...
I'll show you...
It's not finished. Get lost you all.
Ok, North Pole. You never had a horse riding accident.
No? - Never. You shipwrecked.
Facing death, you filled up on whiskey and fell in the glycerine.
Glice... - The only other thing you needed was ice.
For the whiskey. - No.
Thanks to the whiskey, the glycerine and the ice, you're still among us.
I see. - Don't look like that.
Well? Get lost you all.
Don't look up there.
Lots of things happened in 65 years.
The war of 1914. Paf! The war of 1940. Paf!
The polka, the mazurka, no more.
Everything's electric now. Even guitars.
Are you ok? Doing alright?
Listen. Airplanes...
How fast do you think they go? - 80 km per hour.
Poor boy. 2800 km per hour. Shaped like a cigar and zoof!
Twice the speed of sound. You arrive in New York before you leave Paris.
Because of the time difference, of course. - Of course.
Of course. What do you think of that? - It must use a lot of petrol.
Petrol's history. It's kerosene. Until we get atomic propulsion.
Atomic, neutomic. We're going to the moon now.
We're going to the moon with an insect. - An insect?
Yes, an insect... a module.
An insect module. It's insane.
People are going mad. Mad!
And I want to go mad.
Hubert! - I told him everything.
Why did you do that? - I told him everything.
How do you feel? - Me? Fine.
I am fine. - You don't believe me. - Yes, yes.
He doesn't believe me. - Yes, I do.
I believe you. I'm 90 years old. I'm your grandfather.
I'm from the North Pole and we all go to the moon with an insect.
He doesn't believe me. Television. - No.
He'll see a television. - No, I don't want...
Stay away or I'll hit you.
What are you saying? - I'll hit you. Where's the key?
The key, the key.
Here, sir.
Give it to me.
Hubert!
So it's true.
How is it possible?
I would have liked to tell you in a different way.
It's better to live in your time.
Do you think you could get used to ours?
I don't know.
We talk differently about love. But nothing has really changed.
Come.
Where are you going? - To make up for lost time.
Paul!
This is crazy. - Accept it.
He doesn't belong to us anymore.
Children, it's terrible. We still can't find Hubert.
Mrs. De Tartas, your husband asked us to give you this.
I'll see you in 50 years. Hubert.
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