THE SITUATIONS AND CHARACTERS IN THIS MOVIE ARE PURELY IMAGINARY.
ANY SIMILAR NAMES OR RESEMBLANCE TO REAL EVENTS OR PEOPLE THAT EXIST
OR HAVE EXISTED WOULD BE PURE COINCIDENCE
- How was the blast? - He's safe.
He's nearing the crater.
What the hell's he doing?
Jansen!
- Careful! - OK!
Monday, February 2:
The French-Danish expedition led by Prof. Jansen and Cmd. Lecot
discovers in the north of Greenland
the body of a man preserved in the ice field.
Tuesday, February 3: the wreck of La Galante,
a French steamer lost off Spitzberg in 1905,
is found not far from the body.
The man's shoes dated from the time of the shipwreck.
There can be no doubt.
The man had been imprisoned in the ice for 65 years.
Friday, February 7:
An expedition helicopter
carried out the insulated box containing the body in ice.
We'll go live to the Paul Iquen hospital
for a press conference by Prof. Edouard Loriebat,
expert in artificial hibernation.
Prof. Loriebat and Prof. Barkov, head of psychiatry,
take their places before the international press.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I can now confirm certain rumors
that have leaked out since this afternoon.
After 36 hours of gradual thawing, Dr. Barkov and myself
have discerned cardiac activity.
- Isn't that incredible? - It's crazy!
After several hours, the metabolism
regained its normal rate.
The subject is physiologically out of hibernation.
- Dearest! - It's crazy!
In 1905, the cargo and passenger vessel La Galante
was transporting glycerin.
When it hit an iceberg, the ice man
was probably immersed in glycerin
and instantly froze.
The glycerin also protected
his cellular structures and kept them intact.
It's wonderful, don't you think?
They find the intact body of a man missing for 65 years
and they discover he's alive. That doesn't amaze you?
That's all right.
Let's get back to tonight's main topic.
As longtime president of the French Packaging Company,
I've always had but one goal :
to respect, serve and pamper my loyal clientele.
I also wanted our Paris factory to be
up to the standards of the European Market.
The French Packaging Company... Move!
The French Packaging Company must become...
...a company for the day after tomorrow.
I'm merely following the example of Mr. Crepin-Jaujard,
whose establishments are the pride of French packaging.
I have not only the honor, but the great pleasure,
of announcing at this humble gathering,
the upcoming wedding of Evelyne,
daughter of Mr. Crepin-Jaujard, and my son Didier.
Didier, the son of my dear friends the De Tartas,
who could, who knew...
...who understood, who felt...
How can I say...?
How can I tell you...?
- It's hard to say. - Tell me tomorrow.
Look at the lovely couple!
A toast to the kids. Be happy.
Or at least try to be. Yeah, I know...
Marriage is an institution under attack.
Those outside it...
Counselor, that decoration...
- The Legion of Honor? - Yes.
- It came through. - Thank you!
- When will I get it? - Last week.
No, I said, When will I get it?
Last week, I got mine last week.
I don't care, when will I get mine?
I put a word in, it's imminent.
I needed it for tomorrow.
- Charles! - Yes?
- Come here. - Want one?
- What's this? - The Legion of Honor.
You got it for him, didn't you?
Thanks for lobbying for my...
I need one for tomorrow.
That's mine!
Hubert, what are you doing?
- Can I call you Hubert? - Please do.
This is fabulous.
Really fabulous. Great refurbishing job.
We'll be a big success.
You and I will do great things.
For the kids' benefit.
I keep thinking about that man who woke up
after being frozen for 65 years, it's incredible.
- It's terrible. - Why?
- An old 25-year-old. - You're right!
Suppose he had descendants.
His grandchildren must be old geezers our age!
What a drag!
Especially for the one who gets dragged into it!
- Sir! - Yes?
- The police are here! - What?
The police.
- Where? - There.
- Mr.? - Mr. De Tartas?
- Yes. - Urgent message for you.
I already know.
Thank you!
Look!
General Secretary, Minister of the Interior!
Mr. De Tartas!
The General Secretary will see you.
- General Secretary. - Mr. De Tartas.
- What an honor! - Please come in.
Please sit down.
This summons must have come as a surprise to you.
I didn't expect the honor.
I'm sure you've heard about the ice man.
I'm sorry, what...?
Have you heard about the ice man?
Everyone has.
The ice man has been identified.
Good.
I don't see what that has to do with me.
You know the ice man's family.
It's a family that's close to you.
Very close.
Very intriguing. Which family?
Yours.
Mine?
Yes.
My name is Hubert Barert de Tartas.
I know the names of all my ancestors for centuries back.
Some fell on the battlefield in barbarous lands,
others died natural deaths in their chateaux.
I guarantee no De Tartas froze at the North Pole.
The ice man isn't a De Tartas.
His name is Paul Fournier.
Fournier! Doesn't ring a bell?
There must be some in the phone book.
Didn't you marry a Fournier?
You can't seriously claim he's related to my wife!
Her grandfather.
- Wha...? - He's her grandfather.
I love a good joke, but some humor crosses the line.
In my circles, we rarely indulge in humor.
What a stroke of luck for our country!
If the ice man survives, France will get credit
for the greatest discovery of all time.
Survival!
What do you think?
Prof. Loriebat, who has our utmost confidence,
is expecting you and your wife at the hospital.
- You, here? - I need this check signed.
- Edmee, goddammit! - No need to yell.
- Rabier! - Signature...
Sign here.
I was telling your husband you should sign the checks,
since it's your factory.
Good- bye!
Where's your grandfather?
- Which one? - Grandpa Fournier!
What a strange question!
He's been dead for ages, Hubert.
- Dead and buried. - Where?
Dampierre, I think.
Make sure.
What's with you?
I was very young when mother died.
I'm sure I went to the cemetery.
I must clear this up.
- Can I know...? - I need to know!
- Where? - I can't remember!
- Remember! - That way.
Come on.
- No, it was on a path. - There are paths everywhere.
You search that way and I'll search this way.
Found it!
Wait!
Here's Grandmother Fournier.
He's not here! She's all by herself!
She's alone.
Grandfather's somewhere else.
- I knew it! - Knew what?
Do you want to know where he is?
He's been in an ice cube for the last 65 years!
Sound at all familiar?
- The ice man? - Yes.
Granny! Grandfather's back!
- Hurry up! - Be right there.
Sophie will take care of dinner.
Well?
I'm so excited about meeting Grandfather!
Edmee!
- Where's your mother? - In the garage.
- Here's Grandpa. - That's him?
Cool!
Cute!
- Keep an eye on the kid. - With pleasure.
What does he want?
- Yes? - I hear Paul's back.
- Who's Paul? - Paul Fournier.
Don't start that! I have no idea.
- He's my oldest friend. - I won't tell you anything.
Is he back?
You're in my way.
- I'm not holding the car. - Yes, you are.
- Put it in first. - Then what? Second?
I'm not holding you.
Let me go, please!
But I'm his oldest friend.
We're now entering a sterile environment.
The slightest upset could compromise his mental well-being
or his life.
He's still very sick.
He thinks it's still 1905.
One last thing: You'll find he's changed.
Appearances don't matter, my heart will know him.
It's horrible! That monster's not my ancestor!
- I'm scared! Take me home! - We're here for that?
That's Prehistoric Man!
This is him.
Calm down.
We were waiting for you before we shaved him.
Then shave him!
Here are the implements.
Dr. Bibolini, one of our eminent psychiatrists.
He's monitoring the mental state
and gradual rehabilitation of your relative.
Who knows if he's my ancestor?
But if he is and you've left him in that state,
all I can ask is, Why?
I didn't think he was ready to confront himself.
Today he asked for a mirror. The time is ripe.
Any objections, esteemed colleague?
I handle the physical aspect, esteemed colleague.
Scissors.
Does he remember what happened to him?
Snatches of his family life before his marriage.
- He forgot Grandmother? - Seems so.
We told him he fell off a horse.
It's him! It's Grandfather!
You brought him back! Thank you!
What will you do with him?
We're taking him home.
I'm afraid that's impossible. He belongs to science.
Yes!
I'm afraid he belongs to his family.
He's not a guinea pig. These gentlemen are right.
God knows if...
He belongs to science, unfortunately.
We can't predict how he'll react.
His mental progress concerns all humanity.
And physiological.
- I don't care. - Think about it.
He thinks it's 1905. He wouldn't at our house.
Surrounded by his loving family, he'll come to realize.
I object! Any mistake could cause irreversible damage.
They're the experts. Defer to them, I did.
You'll see him soon.
It's not our decision, it's the government's.
I don't care about the government!
Smile, pretty!
How do your parents feel about the ice man?
Father hates publicity.
Don't move.
Mother's ashamed, but he's just an object of curiosity.
It's incredible, my great-grandfather's my age.
Poor man, it's sad.
No, it's the future.
You go in the fridge at 20 and come out 50 years later, still 20.
Evelyne, I didn't see you.
- You're only young once. - Are you sure?
Your son's taking his time with Evelyne.
With the Crepins' capital, I won't be at your whim.
Didier's too young to wed.
In the meantime, my darling, I have an important bill to pay.
Put your pretty signature here.
I want Grandfather.
You've managed to do without him up till now.
Family's important to me.
I'll get him here. Sign here.
- When he gets here. - Goddammit!
Don't swear.
Let's go to bed, my pet, it'll work out.
I don't think so.
You're in the guest room.
- Goddammit! - Good night.
Yes, counselor, what is it?
Sorry to call so late, I was in court.
About your ice man...
I went over the case. It's a problem.
I know, so?
It's quite simple, really, the matter of his absence.
The law?
The law is unequivocal.
Paul Fournier, the ice man, is alive, right?
- It's his property. - What?
- Everything belongs to him. - I'll stop him.
- Not without his consent. - Impossible!
- Sorry, it's indisputable. - Nothing I can do?
Sorry, I have 2 urgent cases to look over.
- Edmee, open the door! - I'm sleeping.
You're right, it's kidnapping.
- I'm sleeping! - I'll get your grandfather.
He seems so nice. I can't live without him.
Edmee, open! Sweetheart!
I'm sleeping!
Professor, I command you to give me my wife's grandfather.
- Sorry? - I can't do that.
The press are outside. I'll cause a stink!
- I'll sue the government! - For what?
For what?
Arbitrary confinement.
The ice man thinks it's 1905.
You haven't been born.
You don't exist and you might never exist.
- Sir. - Yes?
- A man to see you. - Why didn't you say?
- I'm saying. - When?
- Now. - Liar!
- Hello, doctor. - I'm glad you're here.
We must prevent Loriebat from committing a fatal mistake.
- I don't understand. - Please sit down.
Fatal how?
I'm convinced Loriebat's terribly misguided.
- No doubt. - Wait.
Fournier must be placed immediately in a family context.
- That's what I said. - Let me continue!
Prof. Loriebat obtained official permission today
to transfer the subject to a rest home.
With strangers, whereas we have the finest...
Listen.
The transfer will take place tomorrow under escort.
But I can't act alone, and I trust no one but you.
Give me your orders.
We're 7 minutes early.
He won't even notice he's been moved.
He asked to go home again.
- Patients will talk. - You leave him no choice.
Professor.
My hands are clammy. I feel faint.
Don't complicate things!
I should've taken...
Not on the stretcher!
Feeling better?
Better?
That's enough!
It's almost time.
Go have a drink with my assistant.
Come on, I'm thirsty.
I feel like a big, cold beer, don't you?
Good!
Get off me!
Guess who?
Stop it!
No more oxygen for you. Take the stretcher.
Doctor!
All by yourself?
Take his feet!
Stop it!
That's enough!
Go away!
- How'd it go? How is he? - Fine.
That was close.
How far's your hunting camp?
- 20 minutes, we're fine. - He thinks it's 1900?
- What? - He thinks it's 1900?
Yes, it's fine.
- He's waking up! - See?
You told me he'd be out for half an hour.
He's not precise like a watch, we've failed.
No, we haven't failed.
Moron!
Look at them!
Where am I?
- What happened? - You fell off a horse.
A horse?
Why was I on a horse?
Be patient, your memory will come back.
It's 1905, Sarah Bernhardt triumphed in "L'Aiglon"
and Mr. Loubet is still president.
No, they wouldn't have dared!
Let me up, I'm Prof. Loriebat!
Sure, sure.
I swear!
Sir, hurry!
- Be a good boy. - Let me up!
He seems agitated.
- Where's Prof. Loriebat? - He's here!
Let me go!
- I don't understand... - Well, I do!
Where's the phone?
Given the period, we thought a phone...
Enough!
Call in the gendarmes, national security
and the defense department.
What's going on?
What do you mean?
They stole the ice man from me.
- You took a wrong turn. - You said to turn right.
- Oh no! - See?
Come on!
Hold this.
He's gone!
- No, there he is. - Where?
Ambulance spotted.
Suspicious behavior. Avoiding the roadblock.
Do not take action? OK.
- They saw us, we're lost! - No, we aren't, where are we?
- I don't know. - He's waking up!
Protect him at all costs!
Doctor, look!
Don't even think about it. Hold him.
Give him this.
Churches always look the same.
- He won't be disoriented. - True.
Don't like it?
- Got anything else? - No.
Hubert, look over there!
Troops fall out!
You won't let me in?
- Halt! - Give me that.
Dr. Bibolini and Mr. De Tartas!
You have 15 minutes.
The crime you've committed deserves punishment.
Be reasonable and I'll see it's light.
I'm waiting.
- He's asleep, let's go. - We're surrounded.
- Is there a tunnel...? - Better to give him up.
No, he belongs with his family, right?
Now he belongs to God.
You're keeping him?
By keeping him alive and bringing you all here,
the Lord made His wishes clear.
This man's fate is in His hands.
May prayer bring us light.
Goddammit!
He's snubbing us.
We've secured the perimeter, that's all we can do.
I'll go in alone.
Help me!
It's too late.
- This is your fault! - What's the use?
You too, help me.
- Watch it! - What is it?
- Someone walking. - Who is it?
Against the wall!
- Is it him? - No.
- Is it him? - No, it's not.
I think I'm cracking up.
No!
I'm cracking up.
Sorry to disturb your meditations, brothers...
I know you've taken a vow of silence...
I'm cracking up!
I cracked up.
Mother!
Darling!
I want to go home.
To our house, right away.
I'll defer to him.
His cure's what's important.
A family context...
...but during the Belle Epoque.
You want to set him up in my mansion?
- Sorry? - I said of course.
He saw it in 1900, will he recognize it?
I can't hear you.
You'll put it back to how it was in the early century.
I spent a fortune modernizing it!
The paint's barely dry.
If he can't come to our time, his time has to come to him.
I just got an idea.
Why don't we just tell him what year it is?
- It'd save money. - It'd kill him.
- Not that! - I didn't say anything.
You wagged your big head!
I don't have a big head and I didn't wag.
You have a big head and you wagged.
OK, my head's big, but I didn't wag.
Yes.
- Wagged how? - Like this.
Now I'm wagging, fine, but I wasn't before.
Stop it!
Grandfather's coming to live with us.
We have orders from high up not to ruin the experiment.
I won't go along!
Mr. De Tartas, what makes a country great?
I don't care.
You have no right!
What makes a country great is space.
I don't care.
I won't allow this!
What makes a country great is space,
which requires hibernation.
We'll go much farther than just Mars or Venus.
The voyages will last a century or two,
maybe millennia.
One lifetime's too short.
We'll need to hibernate, that's where we come in.
- If I say no? - What about France?
- I won't allow this! - What did I say?
You said, "I don't care."
The state will pay all expenses.
The mansion's original period decor was restored.
Identical?
The furniture has changed slightly during his absence.
What if he wants to go out?
He's convalescing, he won't be allowed off the grounds.
Cars?
Le Vesinet is closed to modern traffic.
Antique cars have been given out.
Aside from residents, only people with passes
will be allowed in, and because of their dress,
coalmen, clergymen and nuns.
Two- penny letters will be delivered on bicycle,
and stands will sell period newspapers.
- When can we see him? - Soon.
We gave him a shot for the trip,
and we don't know how he'll react when he wakes up.
It'll go fine.
My wife looks just like her grandmother,
but I don't look like his father.
- I don't agree. - There's nothing to comb.
You're awake.
- Why all these changes? - I'll call madam.
I'm not complaining.
You're much better than old Irma.
So are you.
- I mean... - What's your name?
Sophie.
Sophie...
I feel we'll become fast friends.
You're sick.
I've never felt better in my life.
You're crazy.
Maybe, but does it really matter?
Let me go! I have orders!
I give the orders now.
I would never harm such a pretty face.
Bring me oatcakes, cocoa and the paper, I'm starving!
Yes, sir.
Madam!
What a figure!
He's awake!
Completely awake?
I can guarantee it.
My God! Excuse me, Rabier.
Mrs. De Tartas?
Professor, he's awake!
- Has he seen his father? - Not yet.
I'll get him ready.
He's awake!
Get dressed.
It's all about him. He even took my room.
You're next to mine.
- Did he talk to you? - With his hands.
- Bastard! At his age! - He's well-preserved.
- How's my big boy? - You're lovely today, Mother.
Doesn't he look well, professor?
Come on, you'll be fine.
Unbelievable, you're a perfect match.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
- Did he mention his father? - Not once.
- Is that bad? - He never mentioned him?
Don't worry, it'll go fine.
This is bad, we'll have to shock him.
- Why a shock? - Calm down.
Don't worry. Try the shock.
Come on, go inside.
Paul, my son.
Have you forgotten your father?
Come into my arms.
Get out!
Out!
Odious person!
Blackguard!
- Seducer! Leave this instant! - He's your father!
Paul, don't go out!
- The shock was too extreme. - You and your ideas!
- He'd better not come back. - Calm down!
Let me go.
Let him in!
- My good sir, you must save me. - Who are you?
Don't recognize me? Look!
You wretch!
- You dared! - Stop it!
You dared to come back!
Stop!
You abandoned your family for a cheap actress.
- It wasn't me! - Get up!
Look!
I'd have to be 111!
You're right, it's impossible.
Sorry.
Coming back here after what he did to you!
I'll take care of you from now on.
We'll forget about it over dinner at Maxim's.
Not at all!
I've seen enough of you.
Please send me a bill for your fees and withdraw.
Promise you won't go out.
I'll make sure.
He's making progress, despite the father incident.
- Some idea! - Where are you going?
- Home. - Are you not thinking?
The experiment failed, you're not needed here.
- Then where, a hotel? - Good idea.
- It's the only way. - I'm going home!
If we're to remain friends...
- It's the patient that counts. - I don't care!
Take him away.
- He's my husband! - He went too far.
You're divorced.
- Forget that cad. - But he's your father.
Don't mention him again.
That's practical...
Mom, the cops took Dad!
You're confused, young man, you think you're home?
Sorry, what was I thinking?
A student who rents an attic room here.
He goes to military college.
Very good, young man.
I find your behavior cavalier.
He's so cute.
Sophie, you may leave.
But Paul's cuter.
Sophie!
- She has taste. - I don't agree.
I've heard about you, but I'm not impressed.
Didier!
Young man, I never!
- I'll throw him out tomorrow. - Please don't do that!
I understand your loneliness.
You're young and beautiful...
Yes!
Prey to all kinds of lust.
Surrounded by temptation.
Some can be dangerous.
- Do my words anger you? - No, Grandfather.
- You're mocking me. - No...
Mother, it'd be best if you remarried.
Funny you should say that, I was thinking about it.
Anyone in mind?
I didn't want to say, but yes.
Really?
Do I know him?
Introduce me.
I want to make sure he's worthy of you.
What is your name, sir? Whom shall I announce?
Don't you recognize me?
I've never met... Sorry, Mr. De Tartas.
Where's my wife?
- In the winter garden. - Announce me.
Courting your wife must make you feel young.
- Idiot! Announce me. - Announce who?
Guess. Mr. De Tartos.
- De Tartos? - De Tartas, idiot!
De Tartas idiot. Same name, more...
- Move it! - Yes, sir.
- Come here. - What is it?
How do I look?
Never mind, move it.
Sophie, come here!
Leave that alone.
I'll show him in.
You can go in.
Mr. De Tartas?
My respects, dear lady.
Welcome.
My dear man...
I told Paul of my high regard for you
and he was looking forward to meeting you.
You're too kind.
I brought this humble testament to my devotion.
See how he spoils me?
You shouldn't have!
They're magnificent! Are they heavy?
Not at all.
She won't be long.
- I'll be fine. - Put these on the table.
- Love is grand. - Without commentary.
Yes, love is a noble sentiment,
as long as it's deep and heartfelt.
My mother deserves to be happy, I'll make sure she is.
- Now, Paul. - He understands.
Very well.
Come into my office. Excuse me, Mother.
- Certainly, darling. - Sorry?
- I thought... - Very well.
This way.
- This way? - No.
Forgive Paul, he can be abrupt but he adores me.
That door.
Please sit down.
A drop of madeira?
No, thanks.
- An old grenache? - No, thanks.
- Diet? - No.
Any health problems? Weak liver?
No, I'm fine.
Good. Cigar?
No, I quit smoking.
You have every virtue.
I won't beat around the bush.
My mother said you were a widower.
- Yes. - How did your wife die?
How did your wife die?
Yes, I understood.
It was horrible, horrible!
She wasn't well in the morning, like this,
when suddenly she went...
She couldn't talk.
She started swelling up, then exploded.
It was dreadful!
What are you raving about?
Dreadful!
She exploded, bits of her everywhere, it was horrible.
But she didn't suffer.
I prefer clear-cut situations.
- As do I. - You intend to marry my mother?
Yes.
I wouldn't want you to hasten things. Move in here.
- Very kind of you. - You helped the factory.
But I'll take over now.
You can't mean that! It's impossible!
What'll happen to you? You're going back to work?
At least my rotten father left me the factory.
I'm young, I can run it.
The doctors recommend you don't tire yourself out.
You'll get tired. You're fine now, but...
That's absurd!
Don't forget the financial worries, checks to sign...
- I'll sign them. - You can't sign them.
You think I can't?
Don't say that.
Give me a large Grenache and I'll smoke a big cigar.
Coming through!
This sudden leap into the past is rather exciting.
It's a burden.
So many troops deployed for a commoner.
If he's common, why bother?
For you, don't you want to see Didier?
Nothing to do with snobbery or curiosity, of course.
He's watching.
Still watching.
He's gone!
He thinks he's inherited an oil-lamp factory.
Keep him away or it'll be a disaster.
It's his, what can I say?
It's time you told him the truth.
I'll tell him. No, he's back!
Don't test my patience.
Without my family, you're nothing.
I won't need it for much longer.
Didier will marry Evelyne,
and you can play with your oil lamps.
Hubert!
- Hubert! - Oil!
I'm scared of heights!
- I'm scared of heights! - I don't care!
Friends!
- Are you hurt? - Not at all.
- Everything all right? - We were expecting you.
Come this way, please.
- Keep going. - Lovely!
- You think so? - Yes.
I thought we were fighting.
Go change your dress.
Lovely couple. Learn from them.
20 years of marriage...
If their son's like them, Evelyne's a lucky girl.
Where's Didier?
No!
What are you doing in Didier's room?
- I trusted you. - It's not a crime.
It's an offense against me. I'll dock your wages.
The boss might not agree.
- I'm the boss. - No, Paul is.
You brat!
Wanna bankrupt your father?
The Crepin-Jaujards are downstairs with Evelyne.
Listen closely: I've had it up to here with those people.
Up to where?
Up to here.
And you can stick your sham marriage...
I'll never do that.
Your jacket!
The Crepin-Jaujards.
I'm so anxious to meet him, I'm afraid I'll slip up.
- Would that be bad? - Terrible.
- Charles! - Terrible.
Go now!
It would be dramatic!
His reason could give out. Please pay attention.
- Keep an eye on me. - I always have.
Where's your grandfather?
Be patient, he's coming.
I didn't picture you like this.
- When I think of your age. - I'm too young?
No, you're just fine.
Here's Didier.
You look wonderful, Didier.
- My respects. - He looks annoyed.
- Anything wrong? - No, nothing.
Where's Evelyne?
In the grounds, looking for Didier.
- I'll get her. - Yes.
No, I'll go.
What's wrong?
- Did you see my daughter? - Charles!
- Did you see Evelyne? - Charles!
You didn't see her?
- Charles! - Yes?
Get me a large Grenache in a large glass
and a small cigar.
You're overreacting! Paul was just being gallant.
Crepin-Jaujard and I agreed on the marriage.
- Everything's fine. - No, it's not.
I won't let your grandfather steal my son's fiancee.
What are you doing?
What?
What are you doing?
Why?
We're not married yet. People will talk.
Come on.
The excitement's worn you out.
You don't love me anymore.
- Yes, I do. - No.
My darling, I'm lonely, so lonely.
Then here.
- What's that gonna...? - Wait!
Take this.
It'll keep you company. Keep it quiet.
My respects, and may the night be gentle.
- Did Paul see? - No.
He'd kill you if he saw you.
He thought I was wishing you good night.
Thanks for thinking of it.
All this scheming reminds me of when we were courting.
Your grandfather's youth is giving us back our own.
- It's late. - No.
Very late.
Never too late to court your wife, sweetheart.
- Enough... - Sweetheart!
- That won't get you anywhere. - Sweetheart!
Mom!
- What is it? - It's me. Can I come in?
Wait!
- Hubert! - Who is it?
Wake up!
For the love of God!
What's going on?
Come in!
- Tell me if you like this poem. - Don't you sleep?
No... Listen.
"To Evelyne:
"Our love was born the moment we first met.
"An image came to haunt my wan morning.
"The image was of you, my love, a nude."
Keep going.
"Come back, my sweet, without you I am pale.
"If you want me, tomorrow you'll be mine.
"Before God in His temple, with a Yes,
"My life and heart I'll lay on the altar."
You don't like it?
Yes! It's lovely...
It's lovely.
You're getting all worked up.
She might not be free.
I think she has someone.
A very nice boy.
- I'll kill him. - Don't you dare!
I'm too happy to be mean to you.
I'll send the letter with Charles.
What do you think of that?
He did insist.
It's 5 a.m. !
I'll nip this affair in the bud.
It's horrible!
What's taking him?
This is new.
- I need you. - At this hour?
- Be nice to the staff. - Smile!
Life is beautiful!
He doesn't miss a trick. Now he doesn't sleep.
Of course, he did everything beforehand.
- Where are you going? - To stop that love letter.
I'll nip this affair in the bud.
You get a raise. You too, Charles.
You're fantastic.
That's new, haven't heard that.
They didn't say that in your time?
- My time? - Just before your accident.
You're convalescing!
Very well, thanks.
- Sophie! - Poor Sophie!
- What is that bizarre getup? - Pajamas.
I have catching up to do.
You have no idea.
- Take this letter into town. - Now?
- It's urgent. - Right now?
Yes, and smile!
- A lady? - Yes.
- Already? - The most beautiful.
Without leaving the house? Bravo!
Give me that.
- It's not for you. - Is Didier there?
Yes.
Go away or I'll hit you!
"If you want me, tomorrow you'll be mine.
"Before God in His temple, with a Yes,
"My life and heart I'll lay on the altar."
You wrote that? It's hard to believe.
I knew you'd make fun. Dad insisted I read it.
You don't know me very well.
- My poem! - Shame!
- She's my fiancee. - How dare you!
Good ideas you have!
What's wrong?
I'm sick of the freak, Evelyne, the whole family!
He's 60 years older! Screw the Crepin- Jaujards!
You're drenched in sweat!
- Run him a bath. - We'll both get in.
- What is it? - The ship's sinking.
- Paul and Evelyne? - Breaking windows.
Talk to her!
You talk to her, I'll set him straight.
- Don't do it, you'll kill him! - I'll tell him!
- How do you feel? - Pardon me?
How do you feel?
Get lost or I'll hit you!
How do you feel? In fine form?
Come on!
I'll tell you everything.
Shut up! You think it's 1900?
It's 1970!
Remember the North Pole?
You were frozen in a block of ice for 65 years.
They found you 2 months ago.
Shut up!
You're not 25, you're 90!
She's your granddaughter, and my wife!
Her name's not Clementine, it's Edmee.
You must have...
I'm not finished.
Scram! At the North Pole, you didn't fall off a horse.
- Really? - Never!
You were shipwrecked.
With a belly full of whisky, you fell into the glycerin.
- All you needed was ice. - For the whisky?
That's why you're still around.
Scram!
Don't look up, look here.
You missed 65 years.
The war of '14! The war of '40!
Mazurkas? Finished!
Everything's electric, even guitars.
You OK?
Look this way. How fast do planes fly?
50 miles/hour?
Idiot, 1,800 miles/hour!
They're shaped like cigarettes.
Twice the speed of sound, you're in New York
before leaving Paris because of the time change.
- Of course! - Of course!
- How's that sound? - Must use lots of gas.
Forget gas!
It's kerosene now! Next it'll be atomic fuel.
Atoms, neutrons!
We go to the moon now, in an insect.
- In an insect? - An insect module.
An insect module. The world's gone mad.
The world's gone mad and I will too!
- I told him! - You did?
I told him everything!
- How do you feel? - Fine.
I'm OK.
- You didn't believe me! - Yes, I did!
I'm 90, I'm your grandfather, I came back from the North Pole.
and we go to the moon in insects.
He didn't believe me.
I'll show him TV!
Don't!
- I'll hit you! - What?
- The key or I'll hit you! - There's no key.
Be careful!
The key!
There it is!
Give me the key!
You need to lie down.
It was all true?
How could it be?
I wish I could've told you myself.
Or lived in your time.
Could you get used to ours?
I don't know.
We don't talk about love the same way,
but it hasn't changed.
Come!
- Where are you going? - Making up for lost time.
It's insane.
Get used to it, he's not ours anymore.
It's terrible! I can't find Hubert!
Your husband asked us to give you this envelope.
"I'll meet you in 50 years. Hubert."
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