Le bonheur de Pierre Page #3

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No, thank you.

You'll be pleased to know

this is an offer to buy the inn.

A generous offer,

since it's falling to pieces.

That's not your fault.

But we can't leave you

with a dump

like that on your hands.

Also, I feel a bit responsible.

We really liked your aunt... er...

Jeanne.

- That's right.

No, thank you.

When I saw your suitcases,

I figured you'd be staying

for a few days.

Let me stop you right there.

We're not staying a few days.

No?

You'll be pleased to hear

that we're not going back.

We're staying.

What do you mean, staying?

From the verb "to stay" .

The opposite of "to leave".

We're staying.

Yes! We're taking over

Aunt Jeanne's inn.

Oh.

Aren't you pleased?

Steven, turn off that damned

video, it's driving me nuts!

I've told you time and again!

I'll bust it over your friggin' head!

Typical.

Delighted.

Never been

so delighted in my life.

Thrilled to death.

Daddy, we should go.

Our friends are tired.

Give us the key.

- What for?

Didn't you hear? We're tired.

Gimme the key to the inn.

Daddy!

They're staying. Blast it.

It's pretty. It's picturesque.

I think we're unwelcome here.

Oh, no. We just witnessed

an intergenerational conflict.

Would you undo this?

They're country people.

They don't express their emotions.

I can't get a signal.

- There's a phone and power.

No, I'm sure we'll all

get along beautifully.

It really is

the back of beyond.

They're staying, blast them.

They're moving into my inn!

It's not really your inn.

They don't want to sell.

I am not going to have another

generation of Frenchies in my inn.

Don't be like that!

I think they look nice.

Lulu, no more aliens

in St. Simone. Ever again.

My mouth hurts.

My whole face hurts.

I can't talk all pinched

like that for long.

You see?

They'll last a week.

Then they'll be gone.

Count on it.

Shall we go up

to that big double bed?

If you lock the door,

sweetie.

Oh no. Everything is frozen.

The dolt - I told him not to

leave the luggage in the cold.

It's so droll.

Look, it's frozen stiff.

Very funny.

Just look at my cream.

Hard as a rock. It's ruined.

It's good for nothing now.

What are you doing up so early?

I'm watching my inn.

You and your inn!

If your father hadn't been

so stingy, and so dumb...

He shouldn't have had

to buy his brothers out.

He was the eldest.

He should have

inherited it automatically.

Well, well, look who's here.

If it isn't Michel Dolbec.

It's been a while.

Did somebody die?

Yes and no. Those Frenchies

slept at my inn last night.

Your inn? Your inn?

The inn doesn't belong

to anybody now.

Before that Frenchwoman had it,

it was my grandfather's,

and it was built on

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