15 ans et demi

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Why are you leaving, Daddy?

- I have to leave, for work.

- Why?

It's hard to explain

to a little girl.

But I'm big now!

- Four is big?

- No, I'm five and a half.

Of course!

When will you be back?

I'll be back next summer,

like every year.

Goodbye sweetheart.

Goodbye Daddy.

I love you very much.

There, now that's done.

Next, the Nobel.

I've just got

one tiny thing to do first.

A favor for my ex-wife,

who has to go abroad for work.

A vital mission.

Going back to Paris for three months

to take care of my daughter.

It's lucky, actually.

We rarely see each other

I've lived in Boston for 15 years.

I'm her hero, in a way.

Having Daddy at home...

for 3 months

will send her over the moon.

Englantine?

Hi, Dad.

I've got homework,

so I'll leave you to it.

Nice to see you, too.

Honey?

Time to get up. It's 7:30.

- Gross.

- It's a real American breakfast!

I'll have the French kind.

I see your uncle

is still breaking new ground.

Yeah, his book is a kick.

It's for making monochrome meals:

Black, white, red.

Color-coding food.

Difficult!

Try making a blue meal.

You'll see.

You have a point.

How's school going?

Not so great.

The system is in crisis.

Unmotivated teachers,

doubts on the republican model...

I was asking about you.

How's junior high?

They bounce me all the time.

I keep trying to attend,

in vain.

Really? But why?

Well, it's probably because...

I'm in high school now.

I'm not sure,

but that might be it.

Is Mom here?

No.

Her keys, if you see her.

Off to work!

Who's that?

That's Enzo, my friend Anne-Sophie's

brother. From next door.

I'll just be helping out

at Guy's lab. It's not really work.

We could do lots of things.

Isn't that neat?

There's one neat thing

you could do.

What's that?

Buy some Coke.

You shouldn't gorge on sugar.

Coca any time of day...

- It is medication.

- So is cocaine.

You're running out of TP...

What about cocaine?

Never mind.

Enzo gave me this.

- You tell on me?

- No.

You're the best!

That's Fiona,

my friend Anne-Sophie's mother.

- From next door.

- Welcome home!

The blue one.

You know, do you?

I am Albert Einstein, after all.

You look down, Philippe.

I'll be fine.

I'm not at home.

I just need time to adjust.

The ill feeling between you

and your daughter isn't a factor.

- What ill feeling?

- Thinking aloud?

- Have you seen a brown shirt?

- No way.

- I'll tidy up.

- You can't go out like that.

- Like what?

- With that showing. It seems a...

- Slutty?

- You said it.

So, I'm a Slutty.

What about you,

with your clown pants?

What about my pants?

My mistake.

Everything's dandy.

I'm dying to see their faces!

Just imagine,

Philippe Le Tallec!

It's like a small team

drafting Zidane! They'll go wild!

I'll only be helping out

for three months.

Just your being here is great.

Ladies and gents, gather round.

Gather round!

I have a major

announcement to make.

Allow me to introduce

Guilabo's new research director...

Professor Philippe Le Tallec!

New research director?

- What's her story?

- A night with Teacher.

Listen:
'During class,

our eyes meet and I thrill.

I could come right now,

with everybody around.

No one knows

I'll be with him tonight...

- escaping into sex and chaos.'

- It's so beautiful!

- Why not me?

- Doing a teacher?

No, stupid,

I want an experience...

something intense...

With Vincent?

For example.

Do you think it's Laura?

She can't write for beans.

It can't be her.

Maybe it's my cousin,

with Mr. Levallois.

Can you imagine them naked?

It's Slutty Karine!

I'm sure she's Shirley.

She's horny enough.

Out of 2,000 students,

why should it be the one girl I hate?

Only a slut

would show her breasts online.

I wouldn't. Zo wouldn't.

Would you?

My life sucks.

It's for my bald grandma!

Philippe, I'd like you

to meet someone.

Watch the road.

I'll give it 100%.

Why are you here, miss?

- I'm your guinea pig!

- Our guinea pig?

But I'm to work

on capillarity.

I think when I told you

about this job...

- you misunderstood.

- What were you expecting?

To be working on capillarity,

on fluid-absorption phenomena.

An exciting scientific field,

to be sure.

But that's not quite it.

I meant capillary regrowth.

This is too much, Guy.

Wait, Philippe. Wait.

I'll be frank. We already

lost one race, to Viagra.

We can't lose this race.

All our in-vitro tests are positive,

but something's wrong.

I know nothing about this!

Clandestine labs

are better-equipped!

If you don't help me,

I'm finished.

You drive me nuts

You really do.

- Mom? Dinner!

- In a minute, damn it.

Is this yours?

No, it's mine.

- Mom?

- Sh*t!

Chicken aiguillettes

and potatoes.

- Haute cuisine.

- American-style.

We could go to the pool

this weekend.

The pool? Seriously?

No, of course not

I was just kidding.

They sold out

in under two hours.

Seriously? What a drag,

I really wanted to go.

You're telling me.

A Black Sperm concert

in a small venue...

is once in a lifetime!

How can you beat guys who camp out

to make sure they're first in line.

They had sleeping bags.

It was ridiculous.

There's eBay,

but the prices...

That jerk Doucet

confiscated it!

- You listening?

- Bastard! Stealing cell phones!

I almost punched Doucet.

But I can't punch the principal.

Maybe I could help.

Sure, honey.

- Okay.

- Wait, you have an idea?

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