C.r.a.z.y.
As far as I can remember,
I've hated Christmas.
What does it say, Christian?
Gimme my car!
Christmas 1960
It should work.
Stop picking your nose.
It's working!
There we go.
Mine's not moving.
Gervais!
Han?
How are you feeling?
He's so cute!
Look, kids.
It's your little brother!
- Baby Jesus!
- Let me hold him.
Here you go.
He's beautiful.
Let me see!
Christmas 1966
Not only would my birthday
always go unnoticed,
but it had to start
with midnight mass.
Midnight mass is too long!
Go home and open your presents!
On the contrary, you're lucky
to share his birthday.
That doesn't happen
to just anyone.
It's special.
Hence the birthmark
on your scalp. Hmm?
It's a sign of being gifted,
you know.
At least, after mass,
there was the Christmas Eve party
at Grandma's.
Hello, my beautiful Zac.
The only advantage to having
one's birthday on Christmas
than everyone else.
He likes it, huh?
But I especially hated Christmas
because I never got what I wanted.
Dammit.
It's what he wanted.
So? It's not up to him.
You want to turn him into a fairy?
- Stop it. He's only five!
- He's almost six and looks seven.
- Oh, come on!
- Never mind ''come on.''
Now return it. Go on.
It would make you
a laughingstock, son.
Daddy doesn't want that.
Daddy isn't trying to upset you.
He loves you far too much.
Hence the hockey game.
So he can play with you.
Go to sleep.
Mommy will have a nice surprise
for you soon.
- For my birthday?
- No, after. You'll see.
Go to sleep.
What's a fairy?
Nothing.
Hogwash.
Go to sleep.
Idiot.
I knew very well
what a fairy was.
I especially knew...
I didn't want to be one.
Want to play, Zac?
No.
Unlike my friends' fathers,
all of whom
were ordinary and uninteresting,
mine was the best in the world.
He has Patsy Cline's,
Buddy Rich's
and Aznavour's
entire collections.
in the army.
Our secret side trips
to Norm The King Of Fries
made me deliriously happy.
For a few precious moments,
I was his favorite.
Take me
To the ends of the earth
Take me
To Wonderland
It seems to me
That misery
Would be borne more easily
under the sun
Hi!
Hello.
- You didn't bring any back?
- What?
Fries, you moron.
You can smell it a mile away.
We didn't have any fries.
Did we?
My three brothers were morons.
Starting with Christian,
the egghead,
who read constantly -
anything, anytime, anywhere;
Antoine, the sports nut,
- What're you looking at?
- And Raymond,
my sworn enemy.
Get lost, you pisser.
a p*ssy!
Not a p*ssy, a pisser.
Kitchen.
I could understand him
being proud of Christian,
or Antoine.
But Raymond?
Aren't you going to introduce us?
My dad.
- You're going out, Raymond?
- The little bastard's a Casanova.
But he asked
for more ironed toast!
Hi, pretty baby.
After nine months of prayer...
and superhuman feats...
the good Lord
would finally give me...
Another boy?
What kind of lead you got
in your pencil, Beaulieu?
What can I say?
I have a surplus of male hormones.
- A surplus of hormones!
- That's irrelevant.
He has to change positions
once in a while.
Yeah, well, I've tried that.
What can I say? Five boys -
you take what you can get.
come on, Zac.
You like my surprise?
Christmas 1967
Take me
To the ends of the earth
Take me
To Wonderland
It seems to me that misery
Would be borne more easily
under the sun
Drop by sometime.
See? Look. Again.
Zac has a gift.
I'm sure of it.
His colic stops
whenever Zac holds him.
I'll go see Mrs. What's-her-name,
the Tupperware lady.
She, too, has a gift.
She can staunch bleeding,
heal burns and everything.
She'll tell us if he's gifted.
No. You've seen
how he plays the drums.
Music runs in his blood,
I'm telling you. That's his gift.
He gets that from his old man.
Hi, pretty baby.
Mommy's little darling.
slowly melting on his face.
I had just turned seven
and, unwittingly,
declared war to my father.
Are you crazy,
dammit?!
What are you doing?!
Roll that window back up,
you nitwit!
Do we have to tie you up?
Here, buckle up!
Christ.
Use your head, you nitwit.
Stop slurping, you pig!
Don't be such a sissy!
Eleven bucks!
An imported collector's record.
You'll each reimburse me
if the guilty party
doesn't come forward.
I'm warning you.
I'll teach you to take
responsibility for your actions,
dammit!
- Gervais!
I didn't do it.
It was an accident.
Scoot, you three.
You'll not only pay for the record,
but your lies, too.
I'll teach you, you'll see.
Go to your room!
He said it was an accident.
What in heaven's name
did you do to him?
Zac. He's changed.
He's a crybaby, he dresses
like a girl. It's not normal.
Get over it.
It's you who's not normal.
He's a child, for God's sake.
Let him be.
''What did I do to him''!
- The others weren't like that.
- Each of them is different.
Zac is more gentle, that's all.
More sensitive.
He's not gentler, he's softer.
God, please don't let me be soft.
And return my dad
to his old self.
Shut up.
Use your head, you nitwit!
Don't be such a sissy!
I did it on purpose.
I'll tell Dad, you pisser.
When will I stop wetting the bed?
I've been asking him a long time.
Never mind - no harm done.
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