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Bird songs

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Soft music

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-Hello, I'm Sébastien Lejeune.

I'm mayor of Paimpont.

I am the owner of the sawmill, local and sustainable products.

as well as a construction company.

So, Paimpont is a town that's on the move!

The commune has many assets.

We have the abbey,

we have the pond.

Uh... ah!

The myth

of Merlin the magician, it comes from here.

From Broceliande, not England, mind you!

Well, we've got nothing against our English friends.

Even after Brex... whatever!

As soon as the Russians invaded Ukraine,

the whole village got involved.

We were shaken by this atrocious war.

And after a vote by the city council,

we decided to welcome Ukrainian refugees.

They're finally coming, next Sunday.

A chuckle

How are things? It's good, isn't it? -Yes, it is.

-Was I good? Yeah? Was I? -Mm.

-How did I look physically?

-I beg your pardon? -Physically?

-Yes, I'm fine. -My wife said to me:

"Put on the blue shirt.

"You have blue eyes.

"It suits you."

Great, I was fine.

Well, now we can proceed to the vote

to welcome Ukrainian refugees.

Pros.

Soft music

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Hervé Riou?

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Adopted unanimously.

... Applause

-I took care of for their arrival.

The dumbing down of the people

is the most powerful of diktats.

Right, kids? -YES, MADAME JOËLLE.

-And that's it. So when I was eleven years old, in 6th grade,

I saw Nuit et Brouillard. It changed my life.

Have you seen it?

-It's true, Ukrainians have suffered.

I'm on the board, I voted to welcome them.

That said, there are French people who suffer too.

And we talk about it less.

Hmm? -Yeah.

-In 1968, I left Paris during the bourgeois revolution.

I bought a plot of land here for a thousand francs.

I invented organic.

But I haven't filed the patent.

Or I'll go into space with the billionaires.

-Well, let's talk about about this family?

-Oh...

She's still okay.

How did she get such ugly children?

It must be from him. -Who are you talking about?

-I'm talking about the nurse and the plumber.

Les Riou.

Door

Speak of the devil. -What do you do?

-Géraldine Riou. -Hello, Géraldine.

-Hello. We're doing a story for France Régions

about the Ukrainian family who arrive.

-Good for you. Laugh

-Stay!

-Are you interested in passing for...

-Oh, no! I don't work in front of cameras.

-She's like that.

-I'll be waiting for you.

-Your husband must not be happy, with the Ukrainians.

-On the contrary, I'm very happy. -Ah.

-He even voted for it. Laugh

It's not who you think it is.

He's a good man and a very good father.

-You want me to sell him my farmhouse.

I won't sell to a fascist. -Yves,

stop, or I'll force-vaccinate you against Covid.

-No! Never AstraZeneca

in my compost! -Crouch down

on your compost to do, you'll fall fall and catch something.

-Without my poop, vegetables don't grow as well.

The bourgeois treat us

like shit. -Mmh.

-Here, I make them eat it. Door

-Hello, I have your groceries!

-Oh, dear...

-A catastrophe! -She's drunk.

-MMH...

-So, how are you, Yves? -How are you?

-How are you, Géraldine? -I'm fine, thanks.

-A shot of chouchen?

-You're welcome.

-There, I knew she wouldn't refuse.

-Are you the the owner of the convenience store?

With your husband. -Yes.

-Will you be donating products?

-Uh, yes.

-Uh, just, can you elaborate a little?

-Bah, yes. Well, yes, because...

Joëlle will organize the arrival of the refugees.

I'm going to do something more practical, you know?

But we're like sisters.

Since 5th grade, we've studied together. -Zoome.

-To become teachers.

But I had children very young.

And my husband took over the Paimpont mini-market.

What was that, the... -Monsieur. Monsieur.

-I'm Madame. I'm Anne. -I know what you mean. Monsieur.

If... -Sir?

Laugh Ah, it's Yves.

-With Snow White, the stepmother it's the same situation.

The same old story.

A woman over 30 is a witch.

A superficial woman, diabolical, that's what.

We're told it's changing, but...

Intriguing music

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Sigh

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-Svoboda rivnist bratstvo.

It means "liberty, equality, fraternity

in Ukrainian.

So we're delighted to have...

to welcome these refugees.

-Wait, there's the teacher who...

-No, but...

Hello, excuse me.

-I'm in an interview. -I need to talk to you.

-Good afternoon.

-Yes, well...

-We have to do it again. -In private.

-Just a minute, please. -I'm so sorry.

No, just two seconds. -We'll do some cutaways.

You take the shoulder. -There's been a change.

-About? -We film ducks.

-I found out this morning.

There have been so many requests from Ukrainian refugees,

that, in fact, there were...

-You're scaring me, Joëlle.

-There's more.

-What do you mean, there's no more?

-More. -Hear that?

-The whole of Europe opened up. -What a disaster!

-No, the good news in all this...

-What is it?

-They send us a family a family.

I settled the administrative with the prefecture.

-But where do they come from?

Intriguing music

We knock.

*Match in the background

Good morning.

Hello, Hervé. How are things?

-Yes. -You're looking well.

-It's okay, yeah. Embarrassed laugh

-I was just passing by,

I thought I'd say hello.

-Good afternoon.

... -Yes.

Er, no...

Mmh...

In fact...

They're not...

Ukrainians,

to come, but...

they are... Syrians.

You're the first person I've informed...

-Syrians from Ukraine?

-No, no, Syrians

from Syria.

Finally, they passed to a camp, but...

-We didn't vote for that.

-Well, a little.

You know, Hervé...

Ukrainians are in great demand

on the refugee market.

But I'm sure you'll you'll love them.

Lively music

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-I'm delighted to welcome

all the strangers on Earth.

Here, we're a place for sharing, of exchange, encounter and conviviality.

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Mooing

-In the fields, Ukrainians,

it could be interesting,

but Syrians, how are we going to talk?

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-Me, I have no problem, but the Arabs,

they don't eat andouille.

-We've got nothing against Arabs. -Arab,

it's not an insult. Embarrassed laughter

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-I'm hoping to get some customers.

Yeah, because right now...

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I wouldn't like veiled women.

There's veiled and veiled, too.

There is veiled a lot, medium, a little.

I confuse countries.

...

I'm not good at geography.

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-I don't have an opinion.

But why didn't we get Ukrainians like everyone else?

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And we wonder if they won't get to 15 instead of 6.

... Sigh

Yep.

-We're all migrants.

And we must welcome these Syrians as our brothers.

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Clacking

-You could have told me.

-I couldn't tell you, I wasn't even sure.

I found out very late.

-I'm your best friend. -You can't keep a secret.

When I kissed Charlotte, the whole school knew within 24 hours.

-It's been 35 years.

-It's too ugly. 35 years later, people still think I'm a lesbian.

What's that? Honestly.

Sigh -Get back to painting.

-I don't know.

-It's lovely.

-You think so? -Ah, yes.

-It's true, it's not bad. -Yes, it is.

-What are you doing with that?

-Well... -I asked them to.

-Why do you ask? -I saw a report on Syria.

-Yeah?

-They dine on a carpet.

Ah heck, there, on a table. -A table, yeah.

Here, living room table. There are no rules.

Looks good.

-I had learned the recipe for borscht.

-Girls weigh a lot.

-Yes. Put it in the corner.

We leave the carpet in the middle, so they can decide.

-I brought some claret. But they won't be interested.

Shall we drink it now?

-It's a bit early, isn't it, 11 o'clock?

-We don't say no.

-And it's organic, too.

-Do the Syrians have organic food?

-How do you say "organic" in English?

-Do they speak English or French?

-Oh... -Ah, well...

Neither? -A corkscrew?

-It's the shit.

-We have one in the camtar.

-How do you say "corkscrew"?

Shall we? -I didn't ask.

Do you know any Arabs?

-Ah, well, yes, I know my...

My bank advisor has an Arabic name.

-Ah! Not bad.

Classical music

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... Slight hubbub

-Maybe I won't be long.

-Wait, this is an event, all the same.

-We can't close all day.

-Mr. Mayor, may I introduce Madjid, my banker.

It will help with communication. -HELLO.

-That's nice. -Great, thanks.

-From Rennes. He is adorable.

-You're a lifesaver. -Very kind of you.

-I don't know, I'll try.

-Nice of you to come from Rennes. -Hello.

They greet each other.

-And if it's

terrorists? -They've done tests.

-Tests? -Yeah.

-There's a girl about our age.

-If you look into her eyes, the father will tear them out.

-Nonsense.

-Yes, I swear!

-Where'd you get that? -My father.

-Johnny, come here.

Please come. Mr. and Mrs. Morel,

it's so sad. Put me on

the youngsters up front. It'll be more...

-Young people. -Thank you for your time.

-Step forward, don't be afraid to stand in front.

-Step forward.

-With a smile. You look happy.

-The youth of Paimpont.

Slight hubbub

How are you?

-Super.

-We'll see about that later.

-Ah!

-AH!

-Grab the bus. -Here they come.

Here they are. -Wow!

-It's scary. Doesn't it?

-Smile, smile. In Paimpont, we're all happy.

-Here we are.

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Door

Embarrassed laughter

-He has three wives? -No, he doesn't.

There's his sister and his daughter.

-Ah, yes.

-Well... welcome to Paimpont.

-Here we are.

(Arabic)

-Here we are.

(English)

-Ah!

-They speak English.

-Yes, but it's great to have you here.

...

... -Good afternoon.

... -Hello. Welcome.

-Philippe Poudoulec.

-HELLO.

...

-Enchanté. I also speak a little French.

Admiring shouts We learned

in the reception center. -Ah yes, great.

-But we want to learn more.

-Of course it is. -That's just it, I'm... a teacher.

-Yes.

-I'll give you French lessons.

Especially to your boy, I'm his teacher

at school.

-But Joëlle, you could teach them

a little Breton. Kenavo.

-Maybe later. Let them come.

-Yes, and I'm the village warden.

....

-Here we are.

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Embarrassed laughter -You know,

in Paimpont,

uh... ...

We know Syria well.

...

The sawmill.

I own a sawmill. Lumber.

See? Yes. Embarrassed laughter

-Okay. -This is a joke.

Comments in Arabic -Thank you, Sébastien.

-You'll cut. -Yes, I will.

-No, seriously. -No, seriously.

-Anyway, oh!

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Pff. -It's...

cloudy...

Rain ? -In Brittany,

is "drizzle".

-Voilà. -Drizzle.

Crachin. -Drizzle?

-Drizzle. They're rehearsing.

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Don't all come. You kids stay.

Thanks to the whole village

for coming.

-So..,

this is rue Le Guellec, Paimpont's main street.

-No, but... -The only street, really.

-Anne, it's more Le Guellec.

-Ah, yes, because... -A rapist and a racist.

-Yes, it has. -It has been renamed.

-Now it's called

rue Jeanne Malivelle. -This is it.

She was a Breton artist, invisibilized, of course.

As usual.

-Yeah.

-What's that?

-Oh, what's this?

-No, no, you're not filming that.

-But who did it? -No!

-It has to be shown.

It has to be shown.

-No, I'll call the municipals.

They'll clean it up. -What a shame.

-I want an investigation.

-I'll get my kit for the prints.

-All right, go ahead.

...

... -Yes.

-All is well.

We're fine. Come along. -My God, Sebastian.

...

(Arabic)

They murmur in Arabic. -We're going home.

(Arabic)

Internet.

...

fireplace. to heat with wood.

-Because...

-Winter is cold.

-The cold. Is it? She's shivering.

-Ah yes. -Follow me, please.

Come on.

-Yes.

-Look at this kitchen!

Laugh -She's beautiful.

-Very nice. -Here you go.

Do it again. -I beg your pardon.

(Arabic)

-Madame Joëlle. -Yes?

(English)

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-And since then,

no news, nothing. We've been looking for a long time.

-Ah, I'll try to get some. I mean, find out.

... -Thank you.

-You're welcome. -Thank you for your time.

-I'd forgotten.

The dishwasher. -Voilà...

-Open it, close it.

We open it and close it.

Here, we put the...

Stammering -It's a dishwasher.

-Here we are.

Lively music

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(Arabic)

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Sigh

Sigh

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He nods.

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Sighs

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FaceTime call

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-Hi, there. Who are you? *-Sorry.

*...

*Do you speak English? -Er...

...

Er...

...

*...

-Ah, yes.

...

*...

...

*...

-OK, thank you. *-By the way.

*...

...

*...

*... -Yes.

Please.

*-Thank you.

-Bye.

*-A bien...

-Ah, well, I hung up.

See you soon.

Sigh

Intriguing music

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(Arabic)

-Yallah. Bye. -BYE.

...

-Here they come. Not in the eyes.

-Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

-For Collège Hermine, here?

-No.

For school massages. Would you like one?

Sigh -What a kid!

-A joke. Massage, pick-up.

(-Not funny.) -It's nice here.

-Thank you.

My name is Dina.

-Theo.

-Romain. -Bertrand.

-Ludovic. -Antoine.

-Basile.

-Mmh.

No girls here?

-No, there aren't any in Paimpont.

Well, only little girls.

There's some at school, don't worry. -OKAY.

And... this is Wael, my brother.

-HELLO.

-Wael, is that Breton?

They scold him.

-Won't you sit down?

-No, thank you.

-Wael, shall we go?

Hello, Dina. -Hello, Dina.

-Hello, boys. -HELLO.

-Bye. -Bye.

-How are you?

Joëlle's indistinct words in the distance

*-information session information session.

*The prospect of Black Friday

for striking of striking doctors.

*They are calling for the reopening

*negotiations with health insurance.

*A strike followed in other sectors

to demand wage increases increases.

*Also grumbling...

*Soft music

-Anne. -Yeah?

-Something's been bothering me since yesterday.

-What?

-They don't have... veil.

-Well, no.

...

We'll be off. Turning already? Ooh, there.

-Are they Syrians? They look like Roma.

-But no, they're from Syria.

-I don't know. Joëlle's talking nonsense.

-Let's go. Hello ! -Oh, stop it.

Hello !

-HELLO! -Come in.

-Hi, there. -Come on in.

...

-Welcome here. -Welcome here.

-Welcome.

-How are things? It's not too cold for your 1st day?

-I'm fine, thanks.

(Arabic)

-Here we are. Good morning.

So, Anne and Philippe.

-Hi, there. At last... -Have decided

to offer you, to give you a gift,

to give away local products, free of charge.

Free food. -So, well...

Of which day-old products

or two, but it's good, that's all I eat.

Laugh So...

Here, for example, we have our butters.

We have butter... We have sweet, semi-salted butter.

Organic sweet butter, churned butter churned butter, low-fat butter.

Guérande crystal butter, Joëlle's favorite.

Ah, yes.

-My favorite. -We have industrial butters.

The President, Elle & Vire.

Echiré butter. And I.., I must admit...

Joëlle, you tell me,

regional butter remains

the best. -Hey, please, there.

Please, we can't...

pick and eat the produce.

-Well, what...

What did he eat? -A walnut and an almond.

-Really? -And a pistachio.

-He didn't know, Philippe.

-Maybe in his country, we taste.

-In his country. Anyway.

-No one died. -I have the right to say something.

-It's true that he's a bit right. We can't either...

-If two of you get together, I'll take care of it.

-No, you don't! -Yes, yes. A walnut, what do you want?

Three euros a kernel?

-I'll pay. -NO, NO.

-No, it's me. -It's the principle.

-You didn't know. -Cut.

-OK. Why don't you shoot anymore?

-But no, but...

I don't know, you'll have to sort it out between yourselves.

-Film what happens. Don't shoot butter.

-Hey, ho. You decide what we film?

-Hey, ho!

Do you know Michael Moore? -Yes, but we do,

we make a 52-minute film for the region.

-Good.

-All right, turn, go ahead. -You're on.

-Then I'm sorry.

...

-Thank you. -Voilà.

-Bye-bye. -Thanks a lot!

All the same.

-We're going to work, Joëlle.

Making money.

...

Very difficult. Unemployment.

...

Depression, alcoholism.

-Yes, but I want to work.

In Syria, I earned money.

...

-Yeah, well, here, graphic designer...

Are you a doctor?

-Uh, I'm an architect.

...

I'm the doctor. -That's pretty good.

There's more here.

...

If we can obtain an equivalent of your diploma,

maybe, we'll have work to do.

-Uh... diploma burned

in a fire against my house.

Hospital bombed.

-I don't need a diploma.

Where I work, I work.

...

-Well, I'll think of something.

-OK. -Come on, let's go!

He mumbles.

Metallic tinkling

-So... well, it says here

"not acquired". Well no, three.

Not acquired. -I saw the husband

while driving by. The big one.

I don't feel it.

He looked contemptuous. -The square of length

of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares

side lengths of ? -of ?

-What's his name again?

-Marwan, I think. -Sides of Marwan.

-Sides... But...

No, darling, no. From the right angle.

What's that? It's written underneath.

-Say, did you run into him this morning?

-Uh,

I saw him with his wife.

-So what?

-Well, nothing. They greeted me.

-What did you do?

-Well, I greeted them.

They had smiled at me.

-If only they'd bite.

Lejeune let himself be manipulated.

We know by whom, mmh.

-By the Jews?

-No, by Joëlle.

-Ah, yes. -Is she Jewish?

-Jo... Joëlle is Jewish?

-No, I don't think so.

No, she hasn't got a penny. Scornful sigh

She wouldn't have brought Arabs.

-No.

-Well, yeah.

A child's voice

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Snoring

Sad music ...

He sniffs.

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... Snoring

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... She nods.

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Laughter

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-Good afternoon.

Hervé growls.

Sigh

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Door

He mumbles.

-Hello, Yves. How are you?

-Yeah.

I'm fine.

I beg your pardon... -Ah, yes.

A little grease.

This is Louna, whom... I told you about.

-Good afternoon.

-Do you speak French?

-Uh, a little. -All right, then.

She's pretty.

I don't like ugly seasonals.

It scares the vegetables.

-OK... Now, don't make him do anything too hard.

-I'll put it with the artichokes. No need to bend down.

Even I can do it. -And the price?

-8 euros an hour. -It can't be done.

It's below the minimum wage.

-No one is paid minimum wage,

in the fields. -No, Joëlle.

(8 euros, good.)

-No, no, no, no. No ! (...)

-Out of the question! It's 10.57.

Minimum wage.

-Good.

Give it a try. -OK.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

-Bound hand and foot. -Yves...

Laugh -Thank you.

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-Galettes, maman.

...

-Ga...

-Galettes. ...

... Laughter

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Sigh

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-Oh, it's old, huh?

-No, no, no, no, no. Somebody broke it.

Sigh -So, it's an attack?

Sabotage? -Of course not. Who would do that?

-I don't know. I don't know. You, for example.

You break it and fix it.

-Is she stupid or what? She's bitching.

No ! -Are you calling me a cunt?

-If that's the case, I'm out of here. Find another plumber.

-Now, calm down. -She's hysterical.

-No, not hysterical, Riou.

Joëlle at the stake, right? -Wait, let's be constructive.

Huh?

How much is it going to cost us?

-I don't know. At a guess, 400 euros.

-For this mini-pipe? -Not mini. Copper.

And labor.

-The municipality is in charge.

-What's up? -Thank you for your time.

-What do you mean by that?

The municipality? So I'm paying?

I'll pay for his pipe, what?

With taxpayers' money?

-We can put it to the vote.

-It'll take weeks. -We'll wait.

In Damascus, Bashar...

...

-What did he say? -I'm not leaving them like that.

I'll get my checkbook.

Keep your 400 euros for what you want.

Shit! Shit! Shit! And I'm paying. Very happy.

Soft music

-What's she doing in our kids' heads?

My son has been giving me the cold shoulder since he was in fifth grade.

... Sigh

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-Cauliflower.

-Dina?

-Cauliflower.

-Cauliflower.

...

... Sigh

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-What do you think it means, racism?

-It's someone who doesn't like someone who has extra things.

Like birthmarks, freckles or...

moles or skin color...

or a physique.

-It's the people who don't like black people.

My father, he likes Mbappé and Omar Sy.

It's not just that.

It also means judging on skin color,

religion or looks.

For example, in the 39-45 war, Hitler exterminated the Jews,

because he was homophobic, he didn't like...

people who were other skin colors

or not the same physique as him.

-Two friends talking to each other say to each other,

on a person :

"Look, he's got...

"He's got dark hair, I don't like it." "Ah, yes, that's true."

And then it can go on until it goes further.

-Bah, suicide. If you do, well...

Well, if you're a racist,

as you insult someone repeatedly,

is harassment. It can be linked to racism.

The person, can come to death,

as she doesn't feel good in her own skin.

-Wow.

What about you, Wael?

-Wael!

Uh, for you, what is racism?

-Er...

I don't know.

(-People who don't like black people.) -Don't blow!

Say what you think.

-I don't... I don't know.

-That's all right.

That's good, we've got... -Yeah, we've got material.

-Thanks a lot, kids. That was really nice.

In short, racism,

it comes from an obtuse mind.

It comes from fear, too.

People's fear of others,

of those they don't know.

Fear that their jobs, their homes their jobs, their homes, their wives.

Their nuts.

Finally, let's take them

something. Fear. We're not afraid.

Right, kids? -YES, MADAME JOËLLE.

-These are the complete ones.

With turkey ham.

-No pork. -No pork.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-With me, the customer is king.

Wherever it comes from.

Embarrassed laughter

Enjoy your meal.

-THANK YOU.

-Mmh.

...

...

-What's up?

Do you... Do you like it?

-Yes, thank you. -Thank you.

...

She scolds him.

-What does it say?

-He says it was very good.

-No,

it's not good.

Fat and soft.

Laugh

-Fat and flabby? That's the way it is, in Brittany,

we use a lot of butter.

A lot!

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Classical music

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-Ah, Monsieur le maire! I've been looking for you.

I just wanted to tell you.

What can I say? There are rumors.

-What kind? -People say

that it's not fair that they get free housing.

-Yes. And what do you think?

-Me? Well, nothing at all.

I'm just saying. And there's even

a petition this morning.

I've made a copy here. Have a look.

-Ah, that's Riou.

There are five signatures. It doesn't bother many people.

The apartment belongs to the city. The state is subsidizing the renovation.

See?

-It's not what people voted for.

It is said that the Fayads help themselves in the stores

without asking.

-Ah, yes, the nut of discord.

-And they also disrespected Jacqueline.

His crêpes.

-Finally,

they're unbearable.

-But you can't tell. Phone

I mean, people think you can't say it.

...

Aren't you going to answer it? -No, I'm not answering.

An anonymous call. -Anonymous?

-Yeah. -Any threats?

No, if people start to get angry,

I have a walkie-talkie, but I'm alone.

-Calm down! We're not in Paris anymore. The Crim is over.

There won't be any serial killings. Sigh

But you're right.

We can't let controversy.

No, we need to create a dynamic around the Fayads.

-What do you mean by that? I don't get it. I don't speak Macron.

-It's good.

-Got it? -I'll take care of it.

-Good.

Well, all the better.

-We may have time to make a 69.

I've got almost an hour.

-Me too, he makes his own andouille.

I said I was jogging.

He's going to wonder why I'm not losing weight.

-Don't lose weight. Especially not. Short breaths

... Squeak

...

What's that? -I don't know what that is.

...

Metallic tinkling

-What's she doing?

Sigh

Muffled groan

-Is it OK? Not too heavy?

-No, I'm fine.

This... yours?

-Yes, it's a farmhouse.

It's typically Breton.

It's falling apart.

-Yes. Need a lot of...

... -Do you want it?

-For me? -Come on, for your little family.

Embarrassed laugh -But I...

no money. -Oh!

I'll sell it to you for one euro. -What is it?

-Hold on. -Quiet!

-One euro? -Yes.

-This?

-I have no heir.

It's going to end with the bankers. -But...

what do you want?

-Not even a pipe. Not even a pipe.

He laughs. Ah, yes, one condition.

You don't let that asshole Riou do the plumbing.

He'll do a nervous poop.

It's going to be fantastic. Laugh

... -One euro, Yves?

-One euro, yes, one euro! She's deaf, I swear!

-But I'm dreaming! Squeak

He'll give them our hideout. For a euro!

-You have to do something.

I can't get over your refrigerated van.

Soft music

-I'll get you a down jacket. -That's no fun.

I liked our farmhouse.

...

-Yeah, me too, I liked him.

...

...

Sigh

...

...

She types.

She opens, then slams a door.

Short breath

...

-Wait a minute. -Huh? No.

-Well, I don't know, wait. -I don't know.

...

-Right there. Yeah, yeah, go ahead. -What's up?

-No, I don't know.

Groan

He mumbles.

Excuse me.

Groan

Sigh -But that's all right, darling.

... Effort

We don't have to do it every day.

-This is the first time it's happened to me.

-I'm pregnant, it must be chemical.

-But no, it's not that.

It's because of him. The whole family. The Fayads.

But him, especially, there.

How about that? Then the farmhouse, damn it, the farmhouse.

-But Poudoulec is talking nonsense.

-One fucking euro, son of a bitch. One euro.

Bastard Yves, the Stalinist can die.

-But calm down, my darling. Sigh

We'd written it off. It's too small.

-It's a question of principle. What's happening is serious.

We have to do something.

Wait, I'm hot. -Sorry, sorry.

-Get down on all fours, and give it a try.

-Are you sure?

-No, but okay. -Mm.

-Go ahead. -Come on.

Groan

-Son of a bitch. -Hold on a second.

-What's that? -Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I can't get the panties on. -Why did you put them back on?

Light music

...

... FaceTime call

... ...

...

*-How are you?

-Ah! It's okay.

... Laugh

...

*...

...

No, not that one... No, that's it.

Here we are.

Uh... *-Uh...

...

*-OK.

*...

...

*...

...

*...

-Oh. *...

*...

-Of course. *...

*Bye.

...

*...

She hangs up. Sigh

Intriguing music

-Well, it's about time.

...

... Door

...

...

She nods. ...

...

Melancholy music

...

...

...

...

...

-Let's get started, Sebastian. -Bah, it's okay.

-But it's 6 p.m.

-Yes, yes, I know.

(-Go ahead.) Throat clearing

-Dear Paimpontais and Paimpontaises,

thank you for coming so many of you this evening.

Yes, their journey has been a difficult one.

But they're with us now.

And we have to accept them

with their differences.

They don't like pancakes,

for example. Good.

But we all do,

they want peace, love...

-And running water.

That's right. Amen.

So we'll let them talk. -Mmh.

-Thank you, Sébastien. Well done, Sébastien. Applause

...

-Good afternoon.

Timid responses

This is Syria.

Before the revolution,

there were 23 million inhabitants.

Now, more than half the population

has been moved or killed.

Syria,

it's a dictatorship.

-Just like in France.

-No! Yves, please.

-If you are suspected of being a political opponent,

you end up in prison

and we torture and mutilate you.

-We electrocute you,

we rape you.

And then, if we didn't shoot you,

we set you free, but it's too late.

You've already gone mad.

Whispers

-Uh, the worst kind of executioner,

in Syria, it's not Daesh.

It's Bashar.

Daesh is responsible for 15,000 deaths.

Bashar,

hundreds of thousands.

...

We stayed too long,

because my mother was very ill.

We had our own life, our own house.

Our friends, our dog.

But someone reported Alma and her husband,

who treated opponents.

Their hospital was bombed.

Her husband was killed, Alma, wounded.

-The smugglers took everything we owned.

Everything.

-We still have a few images left,

that my sister, Alma...

has agreed to show you.

Applause

...

-My wife insisted on going: "I don't want

"die silly."

That idiot.

I don't take kindly by whining.

-We'll be there, after their thing?

See what's for dinner.

-I don't feel like it.

-Aren't you going to see your Syrian friends?

-Don't do that! No, I'll come by later.

You know, I had nothing against them, in the first place.

But now, I think we're giving them too much.

And if we sell loins for one euro...

-Who are you telling?

Sign the petition for a vote.

Let's get them out of the way.

-I can't stay. I have to remain neutral for my business.

-Yeah. Because your wife is friends with Joëlle.

-Nothing to see here. -Yeah, it does. Ask him for your balls.

-Arf.

-Don't worry about it.

-Huh?

Go, go, go.

What about you, Johnny?

-Well, maybe you need to put things in perspective.

They're not Malians.

Or worse, Romanians.

Romanians say Romanian girls. When you say Romanians, you say pimps.

Pimping means drugs. One thing leads to another...

Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.

In Paimpont.

No, maybe they're ill-educated,

but they're not criminals.

I'll take a look, make sure there's no overflow.

*Baby crying

*...

*Rush of panicked cries

*Explosions and screams

*... *Alarm

*...

*Agitated hubbub

*...

*Screaming *Screaming

*... *...

*... *Explosion

*...

*Shouting and screaming

*...

*...

Explosion

*Lively music Light hubbub

*... ...

-Go dance!

-No, I don't like...

-What are you doing?

-Sorry, it's the network. We came back at our own expense.

-What?

-People don't care about the Syrians. -What don't they care about?

-They find rushes too chronic.

-What does it mean? -I don't know what it means.

-Our Syrians are too nice?

They wanted them to fuck up in our village?

-We're disgusted too. -You can't do this!

-We just put the equipment away. I'm sorry about that.

-Well, all right. Come on. -The rats are leaving the ship.

Bravo, France. -Over there.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Marilyn! Get dry.

...

*Celtic music Light hubbub

*... ...

*... Laughs

*... ...

*...

*... ...

*... Slight hubbub

*... ...

(English)

...

I swear.

...

*... ...

-I've been waiting for you for 1 hour.

-Shoot. I was having a conversation, I didn't realize.

-That it was night?

Your mother's waiting to come home. You're not answering your phone.

-Ah, well, gee, wait, I must have...

I had to leave my bag behind.

-If he's still there.

*... ...

Go, go, go! -I've got it, look.

-Check that everything's there.

*... ...

The music stops.

Whispers

-Allons, enfants de la patrie

The day of glory

-HAS ARRIVED Door

*-Dear friends. Dear friends, sir.

*This is our home, isn't it?

-Fucking identitarians! *-We won't let

*replace.

-Go for it!

*-Fascism will not replace democracy.

-Give me that!

*-He's a fascist, not a Breton. Liars!

Exclamations

Well, that's that. Voilà!

-Are you all right? -We say it's us.

-Bastard!

-Well, it's... red.

Does it hurt? -Well, yes.

But where were you when all hell broke loose?

-How many times are you going to ask me? I told you, I was with...

a delivery van late.

Since the Covid, things have slowed down a bit.

-Even now?

Ouch, ouch! Oh, no!

These identitarians are so racist. It wasn't like that before.

-Yes, but Syrians, here, it's complicated.

-According to Joëlle,

even if it was the Ukrainians, they would have made a mess.

- "According to Joëlle..." You repeat everything she says.

-No, not everything.

-Yes, you are. You follow her blindly until you're beaten.

She thinks only of herself.

-Oh, no, you don't! That's not true.

Not Joëlle. -I think she's manipulating you.

Water flow

...

*-Hello, Joëlle. -Hello, Joëlle.

*... -Oh! Farid?

... *-Yes.

...

Doorbell

...

What's going on?

-You forgot your poncho yesterday. -Thank you.

-Are you wearing makeup?

-Uh, yes, well, a little.

-How about a coffee? -No, I've got to run, I can't.

-What are you doing?

-Listen, I've got some stuff to deal with. I'm sorry, but I'll see you later.

I'll call you.

-I also brought you your favorite butter.

Sigh

Light music

...

...

...

...

Caution! Attention !

Doorbell

...

Sigh -I just heard. I'm so sorry.

-It can't be. -Are you sure?

-Elias confirmed this.

...

... -It's really him.

Crying

... I'm so sorry.

...

...

-Marwan!

... Habibi!

...

...

...

Whispers

...

Sad music

...

...

Sigh

...

He hesitates.

...

Mmh. ...

-Ah.

Laugh ...

...

...

... He nods.

...

Gunfire in the distance

...

... Sigh

Doorbell

-The beard...

Sigh

We're closed.

-Good afternoon, ma'am.

Pancake batter.

Cooking, you and me.

-What's up? You want to take my place?

Is that it?

-No. Me, help, because you suck.

-Oh, well... Oh, well...

-Just kidding... a little. Embarrassed laugh

-You've got a nerve. Laugh out loud

...

-See you tomorrow, Mr. Durand. -Thank you, Géraldine.

Mysterious music

...

-Yeah, okay, that works. Thanks for your time.

...

-Hervé?

-Ah, hello.

-Who was it?

-Huh?

-Who were they? -New friends.

-Not those people who came to the party?

-Géraldine.

We defend our regional identity.

What's that? The Breton soul.

-You're Alsatian.

-Half on my mother's side. But I'm Breton.

-They suffered a lot. -Didn't I suffer?

-Really?

-When I was 16, when I was working with my father,

mornings, at 6 a.m, hands in the pipes.

Sometimes there was poop.

What's up?

It's all pretend, suffering refugees.

To sell us Arabs.

-Really? -Yeah.

Why did you go? What did they have in mind?

-Well, that was interesting.

We saw what they had there.

-What they put the blacks through, did they talk about it?

Who started the slave trade?

Slavery.

Slavery. Who is it?

-That's us.

-No. You've got to stop... It's not us.

No. Sufficient laughter

The Arabs started it. Yeah, they did.

-I didn't know that. -Yes, you did.

We talk all the time white slave trade,

the Arabs began. Their goal?

Well? Let us become their slaves.

-I don't think so. -I do.

-You're exaggerating a little.

-Am I exaggerating?

Educate yourself, we're in it.

There are modern instruments to lift you up,

to understand the world we live in.

The world,

is not Paimpont.

Well, come on, I've still got work to do.

Sigh Kisses, darling.

-To all. -To all.

Did you take the drops for the little one?

-Uh, yes, yes, I took the drops.

Intriguing music

...

-Well then, my dear?

You're not returning my calls. What's up?

I'm at the farmhouse, making good progress.

Stop by if you can. I'm here as soon as I can.

Kisses. I miss you.

Ah...

-The flat roof, like this,

are you sure?

-Less work.

-Well, then. -Flat roof,

but with angle for water drainage.

He whistles.

...

He will be an architect, like his father.

-Hello, Yves. -Hello, Yves.

-Do you drink? Shall we? Mischievous laugh

Slight hubbub

...

Ominous music

...

-We're going to do a little math, this morning.

What's up?

Guillaume, what are you doing here?

-I'd rather be here.

-No, next to Wael,

in your place.

There won't be three of you per table.

What's all this?

He sniffs.

Well, Guillaume? What's going on?

... -I'm afraid.

-Afraid of what?

Sigh

But anything.

"Syrian refugee proclaims his support for Daesh"?

-It's been on the Internet for weeks.

-What kind of shitty site is this?

-He said it, anyway.

-Not like this. You were there.

He just said that in Syria, the regime is worse than Daesh. And that's the truth.

-I play politics in Paimpont, not Damascus.

Here, take a look.

Riou's petition. It took 400 signatures in 24 hours.

-Make a counter-petition.

-No, there's no such thing.

-No, but this... his son.

He is twelve years old. Phone

-Here it is, another anonymous call.

Snap

At first, I didn't care. Because I'm not afraid.

But then someone threatened to break my kneecaps.

You have to discreetly sound out the town council, apart from Riou.

We're stopping the work, so as not to make things worse.

She grumbles. We need a file to counter Riou.

-What is it?

-That's it. That's it. -Anne signed?

-Here we are.

-It can't be.

-Do you have the paper that validates do you have it?

Intriguing music

-Yes, of course.

-Yes. Well, I need it today.

...

-I'll, uh... I'll bring it to you.

-Tonight at the latest. -Yes.

... Sigh

...

... ...

...

Doorbell Hey! Is that why you're ignoring me?

That I haven't seen you in weeks?

That you don't answer me?

Why did you sign this petition?

-Philippe insisted. He's my husband.

-What's wrong with him? What's up with him?

Are these people's lives hanging by a thread? -It's more complicated than that.

I can't follow you blindly

in all your projects.

I'm tired of being friends with you,

who doesn't give a shit about me. -Are you delusional?

I'm sick of you, who won't help others.

-I'm not Mother Teresa. Neither are you.

If you were,

you'd be in Syria, not Paimpont.

-Without me, you'd be alone, like an idiot,

with your husband who... -Who me what?

Who what me, Joëlle? Go ahead, give birth!

-You're always b...

Shit! Shit! Shit! You know what?

You're his slave, like in the 1950s.

1950s. Shit! -Damn it.

Sigh

...

Tinkling glass

Mysterious music

... Sigh

-What are they doing in this prefecture?

Come on.

(Quebec accent) *-I want to edit my PDF.

*I take it and bring it to Word, here.

*Change text... -Change text.

This bar? What bar? Where? The bar!

*-Press OK. Our file appears.

-What a piece of shit!

*-...as it was.

-Gum...

Oh, shit.

Hello. For Sebastian. -Good morning to you.

All right, I'll give it to her. -Thank you for your time.

-You're welcome.

Next.

Dramatic piano music

...

Not on the approach

-Are you there yet?

-Yeah.

Are you early too?

-Yes.

-He makes excellent crêpes.

Especially a Syrian,

which is delicious.

But hey, he'd come

help me only a few days a week.

Huh?

His wife died of lung cancer, just like you.

Well, not that it brings us together.

There's nothing ambiguous in this story.

But hey,

I think we need to adapt.

We do a galette merguez. Laugh

That's not very Breton.

We kept the others.

The complete sausage,

goat nut.

Your favorite.

So, is it good?

Can I hire him?

Give me a sign.

Sigh

...

Rain in June.

Emotional laughter You loved it.

Hein, mon loulou?

Thank you.

(Arabic)

...

Soft music ...

...

...

...

...

...

...

Dramatic music

...

...

...

...

...

... Effort

...

Who did this?

You, my roof!

-What, "you my roof"?

Groan -He's sick,

this guy. Come on, guys! Screams

-No fighting here! Come on out!

-Put it on the floor! -Oh, the jerk.

-Get him on the floor! Groan

Don't move, you bastard! ...

...

-What were you thinking? I'll be damned!

We welcome you and you knock. What's in your head?

-Broken.

-That's for sure, Riou's nose is broken.

-No.

Me.

Broken.

*Laissez-moi danser (Dalida)

-Oh yeah...

Broken, yes.

I understand.

I was in the crim, in Paris, before that. So, anyway...

Well, so am I. Not as much as you, but...

I've seen innocent people murdered. Well, I've seen one, actually.

And that was enough for me.

*...

-Dalida?

*...

-Do you know this?

-Yes, we listen to a lot French singers.

Georges Moustaki, Dalida,

Charles Aznavour.

-But they're not the most French.

Johnny, you know?

-Johnny?

-Johnny Hallyday is well known.

-Sing.

-Ah, no, no. Can't do it.

-Don't you know?

-Yes, I do. Er...

My name is Johnny because of Johnny.

*...

Deep sigh

We all have something of Tennessee

This desire to extend the night

This mad desire to live another life

Tinkerbell

-What do you want?

-Marwan fought with Riou.

They're gonna get fired. I need your help.

-Do you need me? What's wrong? No more.

Friendship, isn't just a one-way street.

-I'm sorry if I gave you the impression

not to care. No, you don't.

But I really need you.

-What did you do?

Sigh -I lied.

Their file is pending. I only have this letter...

For Ukrainians.

I gave a copy to Sébastien last night.

You can tell that I've been fooling around a bit?

-Now you're in trouble. He hasn't seen it yet?

-And so lived Tennessee

A feverish heart and a shattered body

With this formidable will to live

His words were his...

And to us

Something from Tennessee

-Use of forgeries.

5 years in prison.

-Please calm down.

Joëlle won't be going to prison. -Yes, she is.

-Joëlle, clarify.

-The request is in progress. -A matter of days.

-Nonsense. They should never have come.

-They are here legally, they are in France...

-I'm talking about here, not in France.

-They have a place to live. You're not going to fire them.

-He collapsed.

-And whose fault is that?

He had already sabotaged the apartment.

That's the one! -Totally hysterical.

They had no right to housing, or money for the farmhouse.

-It's nothing to do with that. It was Joëlle who made a collection.

-Yes, I donated the materials. -I donated the materials.

-And the rest? Shall we talk about it?

Municipal employees at our expense!

What about the money you made for your business?

This grant was

for Ukrainians. Someone has to pay.

I have friends who talk at the prefecture. It's going to be a mess.

-Oh, Hervé! What are you going to do?

Put them on the streets? In tents?

-No! No tents in Paimpont. -If you weren't

with your Nazi friends to turn you on,

they wouldn't bother anyone!

Tell him, Sebastian. -Yes, I will.

-You're a disgrace to the region!

You let Daesh supporters

beat me up?

-He doesn't support Daesh.

-Shut the fuck up. -What's that? You're going to change your tone.

-You signed the petition.

-I withdraw my signature. -Yeah.

-I don't give a shit. No need.

Bye, Syrians and Joëlle with her false papers.

-Take your threats down the toilet that you don't fix properly.

-Ah. There, there, there.

The elite's contempt by the elite.

Sigh -The elite?

I'm a working-class girl, just like you, buddy.

And I earn less than you.

What's up, left-wing caviar nerd. He whistles.

-Caviar?

-Make kids, if you want leftists.

What's that? Oh no, I'm an idiot. Nobody wanted to hurt you.

Now it's too late. Tick, tock.

Scornful laughter

You'll make friends in prison.

Allergic to seafood?

Outraged laughter

-He's such an idiot! Sigh

-I can't help it. They have to go.

Sigh Door

-I hate that bastard. -He can't hurt you.

-But it's not me.

I don't care. It's them.

-Oh...

-When I see people suffering,

I suffer.

I'm ashamed of my country, of the slave trade.

Colonies...

And then, above all...

the Bretons were privateers.

Sob

There are bound to be ancestors who sold children.

-Now you're talking, Joëlle.

-I'd like the world to be a better place.

-I'm so sorry.

Sigh

Are you still mad at me about the petition?

-No, I don't blame you at all.

But you're mad at me for the lies and what I said about Phil...

-No, I get it, you know.

He's cheating on me with the butcher.

... -Are you sure it's her?

-Oh, yeah.

There are 500 of us in the village, including 300 in palliative care.

That doesn't leave many candidates. Laughs

...

Sobs

...

...

Sob

...

...

...

...

...

Wael cries.

...

...

...

...

Sad music

...

...

... Breathless

... ...

Wael!

...

Wael!

...

... Sobs

...

...

...

-Wael!

Wael.

...

... She blows.

...

-Hello, Marilyn.

-Good afternoon.

-Are you OK? -I'm fine.

-I'll get you a homemade andouille.

A whole one.

-Uh, this one okay?

-Yes, she's beautiful.

Paper rustling

...

You sure pack a punch.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-With this?

-The butcher and the guy from is romantic.

A piggy-style Romeo and Juliet?

Cochonnaille? Laugh

Stammering

-I'm so sorry.

-Please don't, no spite or despair.

Don't worry.

-You're taking the andouille anyway? -Well, yes.

-It's on me.

-Thank you. My gift to you!

-Yeah.

-Goodbye, Marilyn.

-Goodbye.

Door

-Shit! Shit! Shit! Damn you!

-What's wrong? Oh!

-You piss me off, with your shitty life!

- You're crazy. -You piece of shit, you're pissing me off!

-Are you crazy?

-You're pissing me off! I've had it!

Anna continues to scream. -Aren't you going to do anything?

-No, I'm not getting involved.

What would I put on the report? The murder weapon is a dummy?

-Bastard!

-You're crazy... -No, I'm not!

You're a bitch.

Get in your thing, there!

Don't let me see you, bitch!

FaceTime call

Sigh FaceTime call

...

Sob

The call is unsuccessful.

Classical music

...

Shaking things up

...

Bye-bye. -Hey, kids!

...

...

...

...

-Oh, dear!

A chuckle

Door

-Are you leaving? -We have to return the apartment

the day after tomorrow and leave Paimpont.

We have no choice.

(Arabic)

...

Do you understand?

Laugh -I've got it all figured out.

Shy laughter

Do you want to come with us?

-Where?

-At the lake.

-Ah.

Uh, yeah, definitely.

-Nice. Laugh

...

Happy hubbub

-OK, a little further.

...

... Soft music

...

...

...

He's holding him back. ...

...

Hello !

... He mumbles.

-That's right, hello.

Damn, they dare.

They know how to set up shop.

Are they going to pitch us a tent?

Finger snap

Gégé ! Ge-Ge! ...

-Huh?

...

-Why are you waving?

-I don't know. Nervous laughter

Happy hubbub

...

...

...

...

-Marwan?

... -Alma!

...

...

...

...

...

-You look the other way and that's it.

Huh?

Sigh -How do you feel?

-Well.

-Hmm? -Yes, you see.

It's weird, now I've got a lump.

It's like a cyst.

-Really?

Shall I have a look? -Yeah.

Effort Please wait.

Where? -Over there.

-Here?

...

-Are you stupid? You're having a baby.

-What?

-It's not a cyst, it's a heel.

-But I didn't, I didn't have any contractions.

A heel?

-Hello?

My wife is in labor.

We're on the beach at Paimpont.

It's an emergency. -The head?

Ah, yes, yes! -Right now, right here, right now.

-Yes, it's starting. -Medic!

-Ouch, ouch, ouch.

-Is there a doctor?

-Hervé, it hurts. -Do you?

-It hurts. -Push. No, blow.

She moans. Doctor, please.

-A doctor.

-A doctor, for my wife.

-Gwendal, watch out for Nolan.

...

Mixed voices

(English)

-It's okay. It's okay. Firemen are coming. -I'm a doctor.

-No need for that.

-Ouch! -Firemen are coming.

... -No, that's all right.

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-Hey, you're not looking in my wife.

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(Arabic)

-Hervé. Mixed voices

-Hold back.

Hold back.

-Should I hold back?

-For the fire department. -You don't talk to her.

(English)

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-Two minutes...

She gasps and moans.

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-Oh, no...

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-Two minutes, darling.

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... -What?

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Hold the leg.

She moans. Hold the leg.

(Arabic)

Howling -No, don't touch her.

... -Be quiet!

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Push!

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... -PUSH!

... PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!

... PUSH! PUSH!

-It didn't go through. We have to wait for the firemen.

Wait for them!

(English)

-No, he's not! He apes her.

She's going to take him down. -Shut up! Shut up!

Géraldine screams.

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... -PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!

PUSH! PUSH! Baby crying

... She cries.

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Laugh ...

Applause

Soft music -Bravo!

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-Bravo, bravo! -Bravo, Alma.

... Crying

-My darling.

Groan

... Baby crying

... Hervé laughs.

... Baby crying

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-My little baby.

She's tiny.

... Baby crying

-She looks just like you.

She looks just like you.

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... She blows.

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-Thank you.

... Siren in the distance

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-Mom,

there's another baby on the way out.

-No, Nolan, that's the placenta.

No, don't touch. Don't touch it.

Don't touch.

Effort

-Oh, dear.

Oh!

And there it is!

Titanium, huh?

The little titine. -The tototte.

-The little poody. Mmh.

Babillage

-I think I'll call her Alma.

-Bah, pff.

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-Why? What were you thinking? What were you thinking?

Soizik? Gwenaëlle ?

To please please your father again?

Maybe it's a bit up to me.

-What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Laughing

-She wouldn't have survived if Alma hadn't been there.

-Pfft. Nonsense. Yes, it is.

-No, it wasn't. -The fire department was on its way.

-No. No, darling.

You're a plumber, I'm a nurse.

-Wait, though. Huh, well.

-What's up? -His brother kicked my ass.

-Oh là là! But...

Have you ever imagined what it's like?

A father who takes his family far away?

You come from a war that nobody cares about,

in a country where you're lost, and you're insulted.

The plumber smashes your pipes.

-What's up? Ah, no.

I didn't do it.

-Oh, say. -No, I'm telling you

right in the eyes, it's not me. -Mmh.

Mm. -Are you hormonal?

-Why always my hormones?

Aren't they yours? -Bah.

-A dominant male marking his territory

with his new friends?

I don't want to follow you.

You're going too far.

Babillage

...

I think I have to leave you.

-Pfft. Scornful laughter

-But it's not funny.

It's not funny.

-Bah... -No, don't touch me.

I'm warning you, if they go, I go too.

No, you're leaving. I'm keeping the house.

Babillage

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Hubbub

-Alma. Hi there!

-How beautiful little Alma is!

Bravo, Géraldine! A successful one at last!

-Thank you, that's kind of you.

-Congratulations. -See you soon,

the fifth, currently in preparation.

Laugh

-Organic artichokes!

-Hey, Louna. -Organic tomatoes!

-Have a look!

-Organic zucchinis. All organic. -Zucchinis!

All organic! -Madame, monsieur!

-She sells her vegetables well. -Yes, she does.

I think it's lovely.

-Sir, don't flirt.

Or I'll give you a carrot. Laugh

-He says yes to what he... -Likes.

-He says no to... -Professor.

Laugh ...

-Prévert inspired him to learn French.

-And what do you do now?

I'm a full-time teacher. I mean...

I signed the divorce papers this morning. Drink it down.

Freedom, eh? -Freedom.

Sigh

-Well, there you go.

It was a bit complicated, but...

we finally receive refugees refugees. Real ones this time.

Real ones, I mean... Yes, Ukrainians.

From the Ukraine. I mean...

Yep, another never-ending war.

The paradox of humanity.

Good and evil clash...

again and again and again...

Pfft.

-Two Syrian girls!

-Hello, baba! -Cuckoo.

-Three more. -I'm in.

Slight hubbub

-So...

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There are two Syrian girls over there. -Over here!

-Bam.

(Arabic)

-Alma!

Laughter

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*Oriental music

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*...

-Ah, it's beautiful.

(English)

-Ah, er...

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-Come on, Joëlle, we've still got work to do.

-Yes.

Oriental music

... Slight hubbub

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"Symphony No. 25 in G minor (Mozart)

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