Original subtitles

Someone whistles the melody of "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly".

-10,000 machine guns, 56/78T X4.

We deliver them to you in La Paz.

Hello, Sadat? 52 tanks,

type TX53. *-That's it.

-Colors?

*-Something pretty, that goes well with it.

-Are you up to something? *-Surprise.

-Ah, well, that's good. All the better.

One second, please. *-Yes, yes.

-Ask for Moshe Dayan in Tel Aviv.

Hold on, Anouar. *-I'm here.

-Hello, Moshe? *-Are you okay?

-Very good. How about you?

*-Oh, you know....

-I have an order from El Sadat for 100 tanks, type TX53.

He's up to something.

*-I need to order some TX70s.

-In your place, yes.

They are much more powerful. * 150.

-150 ? "Yes.

-Just a second, I'll check.

-Anouar? *It's me.

-Moshe Dayan has just ordered 200 TX70 tanks.

He must be up to something.

Laugh

In your place, yes.

"And the TX90? -More powerful.

*-300. -Hold on, I'll take a look.

*-Hurry up.

-Moshe? E/ Sadat has just ordered

400 TX90 tanks...

*-I want more than him.

-Right, then. Let's say 500 tanks.

*-Here, for example.

-Goodbye. *-That's it.

*-Mr Gastié-Leroy? -Yes.

*-For the guns Monaco is asking for?

-Embargo.

*-Mr Gastié-Leroy. -Yes.

*-You have lunch at noon at home.

-My coat, quickly.

-Who's the nice guy?

-The good guys

-Who's the bad guy?

-The bad guys

-Who has all the first prizes

-The good guys

-Who finish last

-The bad guys

-Who saves money

-The good guys

-And who wastes his money

-The bad guys

-Who sells rifles?

-The good guys

-Who knows who will end up in front?

-The bad guys

-C'est comme un Guignol Permanent show

Long live the school Long live the regiment

Everyone laughs at it and everyone believes

Who do you dislike?

-The good guys

-Who do you have a soft spot for?

-The bad guys

-It's work, family, country

-The good guys

-Retirement at 20

-The bad guys

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

-/they make love on Saturday

-The good guys

-lls do it any time

-The bad guys

-/they'll die with their asses blessed

-The good guys

They'll die with a happy heart

-The bad guys

-The good bad guys

-Monsieur Pierre?

-Your father is waiting for you. -Oh.....

-From Boissy or Poissy? -No. The other way around.

-From Boissy or Poissy? -Just like that.

-Ah... -Still, here it is.

-Are you coming at this hour?

-Hi, Daddy. -It's okay, it's okay.

-Uncle Paul.

-Hello, nephew.

-Uncle Jean.

-My little Pierre.

-Sponsor.

-Godfather. -Hello there.

-Say hello to General De Glane and his daughter Laurence.

-Good to see you.

-General. I'd like that too. Mademoiselle.

-Have you seen your hands?

-At 33, do you think it's funny?

-And what does he do for a living, this big boy?

Does he sell weapons?

-I'm a social educator, my general.

-Social, God. That word scares me.

-I bring the lost sheep back to the right path.

-The right way, is the army.

We are all social" educators.

-Social, my general.

Coughing

-Madame. My general is served.

-We bow to a lady. -Yes, sir.

-We stand at attention in front of a general.

-Yes, Bishop. -Kneel before the bishop.

-Lying, in front of his master.

-Such a family is a handicap for a young man,

I'm telling you.

Generic music

-Pierre!

You should show the park to Miss Laurence.

-Take a walk, kids.

They'll make a lovely couple.

-There's something has something...

-...erotic.

Rifle and machine-gun fire

-Marriage is a serious, austere act.

It assumes absolute loyalty of the partners.

The education of children does not allow any fantasies or weaknesses.

I! must imprint in these little beings

the mark of healthy discipline.

-She pisses me off! She pisses me off!

-To the Guides de France, our games developed in us

responsibilities of mother and wife.

And we must recognize the primordial aspect of austerity

in the hereditary habits that we have to pass on.

Not for a moment, did my father stop

to instill in me the principles and zeal

military communities.

-But she pisses me off!

-We'll be following

the cycle of preparation of engaged couples for the sacraments of marriage.

Oh, the little goldfish!

Oh, the pretty water lily!

How pretty!

Oh...

-Splash! She screams.

Rifle and machine-gun fire, explosions

-You'll see, there...

-Cuckoo.

Exclamations of surprise

-We introduce you to a young girl, Monsieur throws her in the water.

The daughter of a general general!

Marry Laurence and you'll have your army corps. 200,000 men.

It represents weapons!

You're 33 years old and have never worked a day in your life!

-If... -So! So!

-I look after of 3 little boys.

I'm interested in their moral health. I want to help them.

-Thugs! Who knows what they're up to?

A few raids.

-Filth of filth of filth!

What a mess!

-Don't shout.

-What did you say?

-Don't shout. -I won't.

-He's been at it for 5 hours. He should have already

steal his key.

-Louisette.

I'll get you.

-Don't you dare say that.

They are beings of unimaginable purity, unimaginable innocence.

-I can't anymore.

-I want you. I want you.

I'll get you!

-It would have been you, she'd be asleep an hour ago.

-Two.

-I'm getting taller!

-Is social educator a job? What is a social educator?

What is it?

Shit!

-This is too much. Come here.

-One more time.

*-French stocks down this morning.

The fall in prices confirmed by the hour.

This is our financial bulletin live from the Paris Bourse.

-For Switzerland.

-As usual, that's an order, Mr Gastié-Leroy.

-It's the final battle

Hurry up and tomorrow

The International

will be the genre. -Hello.

Is monsieur hungry?

-Just leave it. Thank you. Thank you very much.

-Here we are.

-What a beautiful day, today, sir.

I'm so sorry.

-Antoine. -Yes, monsieur.

-Sir, I'm embarrassed.

-Yes, sir.

-Antoine, sit down, have a coffee with me.

-Would you mind? -I'd love to.

-Thank you, sir.

-I must tell you, Antoine, that you are a soldier.

You're not a valet.

Besides, a valet is also a man.

I mean, first of all.

Not before, not after. He's a man.

So, a soldier, what's more.

Well, not that either. Less.

-Thank you very much. -Here you are. A little rusk.

-A little jam.

-Ah, jam.

You look... -There, no more.

-No more. You seem so so sad sometimes.

When things go wrong, you should do what I do. You should sing.

He hums "The Internationale".

-You see, it's coming back up.

-Sing again. -Sing again?

-Then both of you.

IT'S THE FINAL BATTLE GROUP US

and tomorrow.

-It's fun.

-Excuse me. I have to go.

-Antoine, one last time. Pierre, not monsieur.

-I beg Pierre's pardon. I beg your pardon.

-It's the final battle...

-Poor boy. If I could give him a little.

Antoine hums "L'Internationale".

-What are you singing?

-I beg your pardon?

-Sing a little louder, just to see.

-It's the final battle...

-Two months in the hole will clear your voice.

-Oh, sir...

-It's more your age. It's not for you anymore. Do sit down.

That's an order. Take this and sit down.

It's more your age, to bend down.

It hurts the kidneys. Careful, now. Hup!

La la la, la la la.

See?

-Marie, are you tired? -I'm the one who told her.

-Then you can go smoke my cigars somewhere else. Proceed to checkout.

-But...

-Hello, Paul. Aren't we going to say hello?

-I'm your brother.

-But I'm your general.

-There are new tanks, at the factory.

-Really?

-Monsieur has other occupations.

-Come on.

-After love, your eyes are even bluer,

your skin softer and blonder hair.

Like a flower, you bloom,

and I breathe the scent of your soul.

-You never talked to me like that.

In the end, you're a great romantic.

-Shut the fuck up. I'm on a roll.

-But...

*-After love, your eyes are even bluer.

-Oh, the oaf! Bastard! Scumbag!

-Oh, crush, crush...

*You're blossoming...

We can use playback.

-If you had money, what would you buy first?

-A minister.

-Which one? -Who knows?

-Hands up!

Come on, hands up!

-MERDE, THE SOCIAL EDUCATOR.

-Don't move, it's a hold-up.

Hands up!

-Staff against the wall.

Faster!

The others, face down.

Close your eyes, quick!

Faster than that, otherwise ta da da da!

Paf! Chlingue!

Here! Here!

Wow.

Here! Chlak! Boum! Bim!

What the...

Chlingue!

Well, guys...

Well, little guys.

Ben, guys, come on...

Pouit.

What is it?

What the... It's me!

-But that's me. -That's me.

-But the little guys...

Guys! At least listen to me.

I'll tell the police that the sofas come from Bobois and Roche, that...

-CAFTEUR!

-Me! I'm the coffee maker!

Me, coffee maker!

What the... Ah, well...

So this... Coffee maker, me!

Jazz music

*-Don't move, it's a hold-up!

Hands up!

Staff against the wall.

Hurry up!

The others, face down!

Close your eyes, quick!

Faster than that,

otherwise ta da da da!

-Thief! You're about to have...

*Machine-gun burst

*-Paf! Chlingue! Here! Here!

Oops! Well, well, well!

Paf! Chlak! Here! Here!

-Well, that hurt.

*-Chlak! Boum ! Bim!

Chlak! Bam!

Come on!

Those are my boys.

*Here! Well! Oops!

Ben, you guys. Oh, you guys. You guys...

*Guys.

Ben, you guys. Guys, come on...

But what's this...

But what's this...

But that's me!

*But it's me!

-BUT IT'S YOU!

-There, that's him.

-Oh yes, that's him.

-Hey, guys!

Boys. -You're going to follow us nicely.

-Your profession! Your name!

-My profession...? Well, listen, I'm not on a first-name basis with you, so...

-Shut the fuck up!

-Respect of the human person.

Tell me "shut up".

-No, it's your face. -Shut up.

All right, then. So, it's Dupont.

-Who's that?

Your name. -I'll tell you.

You're on a first-name basis!

-Just like you.

-Here's one who's going to have a lot of fun. I'm telling you.

-To whom you say. -To whom I...

Search him! -Me, chief?

-You tell him you? -That's different, we know each other.

-Here, friends are addressed as "vouvier".

-Do you mind? Do you mind?

-No kidding.

What do we do?

-You give him your papers.

-Here you go, chief. -Thank you, sir.

-No, you idiot!

He gives you his papers.

-You tell him you, boss.

-Ah, yes. Yes, you do. You tell him.

Are you on first-name terms with me? -Of course.

-Who do you want me to interview here?

-Well, I do.

-Be quiet! We're not asking you anything!

You search him.

-Oh yes, okay, I get it. Okay, I get it.

-It's...

-Okay, I get it. So what do we do?

-Search him!

-Chef, he's eating his ID!

-Catch it!

-Watch out, watch out! Watch out, he's leaving!

Attention! Protests

Don't hurt yourself. Don't hurt yourself.

-You're going to give it to me, yes! You're going to give it to me!

-Discreet,

guys.

Cris

-Ah no! Ah no!

You're tickling me!

Laugh

-One "s"...

Ah, ah, ah... A "t", a "t".

There's a "t" there.

-U n "fn

-Aste...

-And an "r".

-Asteroy.

-Saloi .... - "Soua"...

-I have a piece of mouth.

-I have a "g". -Gastropod.

-Throw him in jail!

-Don't forget it!

-Come on, come on!

-Ily aun "i".

-Hey! You put me in the hole!

Pierre laughs. Knocks on the cell door

-Right this way, Mr Gastié-Leroy.

-If you'll follow us. We've taken good care of your son.

-Please excuse the dilapidated appearance of these premises.

You know how it is. Not that way, that's the cabinets.

-Dad.

-In my daughter's class, there are 2 leftists:

Alain Andrieu and Josette Martin.

My name is Morel, sir. For my advancement.

-Taru Marcel said the Minister of the Interior was an asshole.

My right-hand brigadier turns left.

My left-hand brigadier turns right.

Hubbub, indistinct chatter

-Calm down, calm down.

-To the police union, Commissioner Poivert issued

doubts about the honesty of the Minister of Justice.

"P" for font.

Poivert, Commissaire Poivert.

-And my request for HLM. -Poivert.

-Attention, 1, 2.

-THIS IS ONLY GOODBYE MY BROTHERS

IT'S ONLY GOOD-BYE

YES

WE WILL MEET AGAIN MY BROTHERS

-Thanks to these assholes, we're powerful.

-Don't forget that it's thanks to all these powerful

that we're idiots.

-You miss your life with black jackets.

Stupid!

Be a man. Marry Laurence and join the factory.

-Dad, if I take better care of them,

in 2 years, they'll be in jail.

-That's what prisons are for that.

You're a Gastié-Leroy.

Echo

Soft music music box

They imitate bursts bursts.

We don't want to play around

with his dad and his uncles?

The youth of today. Me, at her age.

Like bursts of machine-gun fire

Music box

He screams.

-Stop showing off. If you think you're funny.

Death is no joke. Life is priceless.

-Neither are the weapons.

-That's enough!

You're always talking about social issues! We're all for social issues.

Or you work in the factory's social services department,

or I'll expose your thugs, who will go to jail.

-At the age of 33, you live like a man,

you die like a god.

You're a man.

As such,

you must...

working.

Work, is productivity.

Productivity, is money.

Money is power.

Power is the law.

The law is

your father.

-If he succeeds, I'll have him appointed to Notre-Dame.

-What a holy man, that Leon.

Take a look, he repents!

-Stand up. It's bad for your knees.

-I can't do it, I have a vision.

You will feed the hungry and clothe the naked.

-Nonsense.

Stand up, you'll get your pants dirty.

Stand up, you'll get your pants dirty.

Your pants!

Your pants!

Get up!

And walk!

-This is my son, once again social services manager.

Machines in operation

-Enter.

Hello. Do come in.

Enter.

I am your your new social director,

in charge of all your problems,

whatever they may be,

family, moral, psychological,

silver.

Don't hesitate to entrust them to me.

Don't think of me as a manager, but a confidant,

a friend,

a comrade.

A cama...

How much do I owe you?

Indistinct conversations

-Next.

-Like our Lord Jesus Christ, I will be first.

-Smart guy.

-I've done something stupid again.

She's cute.

It's exciting, a nurse.

What's all this?

-My Lord.

Pierre hears screaming.

-Wow!

It's incredible! Take a look.

When I lose weight, I lose weight all over. My chest is sore.

-It's better to have small breasts with a small waist

a large waistline and big breasts.

-There's big boobs and there's big boobs. As long as they both look the same.

Tiny, tiny breasts.

-Excuse me. -I don't want to lose breasts.

-This is ideal. -This is ideal.

-Here goes. -Mine are leaning towards

where they'll fall.

-Mine, yes, but not yours.

-I did the pencil test. -And?

-I put a pencil under my breast,

he didn't fall. -A little

or a big one? -A big one.

-A small one. -We could be wrong.

-With a little one,

the test may be wrong.

-You think so? -I've read it.

-Hey... -So my chest isn't falling off.

-Well, it would show.

-Not like mine. Your breasts are pretty, pear-shaped.

-I would have preferred apple. -Pear is fine.

-Beautiful round apples.

-The apple is original sin. -Precisely.

-Ladies.

Is this normal?

-She's my friend. -That's all right.

-Will that do?

-Yes, yes...

-This is the social educator.

-You know it? -Yeah, I know him. He looks after Didier.

-It's no big deal, it's okay.

It's nothing.

That's all right.

What time is it? -11 h 20.

He screams.

It's nothing, it's not... serious.

-Here we are.

Would you mind..."? Push your leg over. Put it there.

There you are. I don't want to break you...

Cry of pain -Oh, excuse me.

Here we are.

Here.

Here.

That's it, that's it. There you go.

And there you have it.

Cry of pain

-Thermometer.

-You won't feel a thing.

You're about to fall asleep, time to count to 5.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

-Where's the nurse?

-I, 2, 3, 4, 5.

She has lovely pear-shaped breasts.

-The whole package.

-It's time to get some sleep.

-With you.

-Oh!

-We must sleep now. Time to go to sleep.

Fais dodo, Colas mon petit frère

Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo

He snores.

-I'm thirsty. -Fuck it.

He coughs loudly.

-My vastus medialis, it's too muscular.

-I don't have any. It makes my legs curvy.

-At least you don't wear out your stockings. -Yes, but they slip.

-Good afternoon.

I just happened to be passing by.

So I thought...

that...

And then, I wanted to ask you, Nicole,

for the little guys, especially, that they don't...

At the moment, I'm stuck.

I'm stuck by Leroy, my.

Gastié, my father.

So, I'll be back.

What happens to them?

-They are in the country.

-Now that's perfect. They're better there than at the café.

Oxygenation, pure air.

-This is the boss's son.

-Not hot, guys.

Cigarette?

You?

You know that I'm in charge of social services.

If you have a problem, anything at all, just let me know.

I'm with you, comrades. -Ah yes, comrade, I have one.

I earn a thousand francs a month. I'd like 120.

-Ah... Ah yes.

So... Well, that's...

-If you want make yourself useful,

he's a Portuguese immigrant. Angolan.

He can't find work. He doesn't have a residence permit.

-He has no residence permit,

because he doesn't have a job. -I get it. I'll make it my business.

Come on.

-You are looking for

of work? -Not me. Him. Portuguese.

-Portuguese? -Angolan.

-Why are you yelling at him?

-He's Portuguese. -That makes sense. Good. Unemployment card.

-He doesn't have any. -No proof of unemployment?

-Well, he wouldn't be here.

-Where would he be? -At work.

-Voucher. Social security card.

-Do you need one to work?

-You have to work to get one.

*-170 876.

-It's not for this year.

-Where do do I start?

-By waiting here. This is an information desk.

-I'd like some information. -Please take a number.

-Where to find us -Get in line.

-Stand in front of your Portuguese. You'll win a seat.

-I should have taken 10. I would have been ahead.

Come on.

-Get in line. -Mm?

-Get in line.

-Ouch, ouch, ouch.

*-170 876.

-Deceased.

*-170 877.

170 878.

-Deceased.

*-Guichet 17, le 149.

-Quiet! This is the safe house.

*-170 879.

-Mommy, when I go to school.

-Soon, my darling.

-I want to go right away.

-4 or 5 years to go, I'm not going to lose my turn.

I need your birth bonus.

-Oh well.

*-149, counter 18.

-Your name. -I'm... Bulgarian. France.

-Yes, that... Your name.

-I... Bulgarian. France. Come.

-You're Bulgarian, you've come to France. I need your name.

The name. -The family that stayed in Bulgaria.

-I hope so. I already have enough with you. Tell me your name.

-The family name. -No, no, no. Family, no.

-Yes, no, family, no.

But family name. Get it?

-Family stayed Bulg...

-Goat, he'll make me goat. Give me your identity papers.

It's disgusting. They're all sick.

This is the passport I want.

-Ah, yes, yes. Passport.

-Passport, yes.

*-170 880.

-He's come all the way from Bulgaria to introduce me to this rot.

There's a name written here. What's the name? Is it your name?

-Yes. Staflikevitch. -What's up?

-Staflikevitch.

-Staflikevitch. I.

-But it really is. It only happens to me.

Good. Write your name on this.

*-170 881.

-He puts his fingerprints on the form.

This isn't the police station. I'm not a cop.

-Staflikevitch. Staflikevitch.

-Don't make me sound like a cop, I'll have you arrested.

Enough joking. Give me your registration certificate

foreign worker

and proof of arrival in France, form D3,

validated by the prefecture and countersigned by the police.

Plus the receipt for the application for a provisional residence permit,

with a rent receipt for the last term

prior to establishment in another location,

if you've moved.

I want pay slips and 3 passport photos.

And a tax stamp of 32.50 F.

Your file will follow its course,

unless prohibited by the by the Ministry of the Interior. Then...

-Sofia, family left behind...

-He makes me goat, for God's sake!

I don't care about your family. It's not her I care about.

-Sir, please be kind, he's a foreigner.

-What do you care? What business is it of yours?

-I'm French. And when I see that, I'm ashamed.

-If you want to go somewhere else, just go.

-Please, allow me. This is my home, here in France,

and I'm staying. -I'm staying in France too.

-So..,

take it for granted.

I'm proud to be French.

You wouldn't be so proud if you were him, in Bucharest, Bulgaria.

Then you wouldn't be so proud.

-No, Bucharest, Roumania.

-Don't complicate it... -Sofia, Bulgaria.

-Don't complicate the situation. It's hard enough with him.

If you were in Sofia instead of him, and you in mine,

what would you say?

-I wouldn't say anything, because you said Bucharest.

Sofia... We need to know. -Well, that's that.

-Right, then. Listen, sir. Let's leave it there and come back here.

-Right, let's get back here. Me, take care of you. Easier.

You tell me no. And I tell him what to tell you me first.

What do you want?

-Me want name to him.

-Well, you say. -So you say.

-I'll say it. -Please do.

-I'll say it. You say to me, not to you.

-Family stayed in Bulgaria.

-But you've already told me. But you've already told me.

You already say to me.

No, me want name. Want name.

The name, the name.

For example, my name is Gastié-Leroy. It's my own name.

-That's my name, it's not Bulgarian.

-What is it?

-That's my name. -Your name isn't Bulgarian.

-My name's none of your business. What the...

Don't ask questions. I'll ask.

Others tried to take me for a fool,

well, they found me right away.

Pay close attention.

-Lui imbécile trouvé facile.

-Me happy.

-Me too, happy. Very happy.

Even more, if you give papers to me. For the names.

-Right. -The names.

-Sofia family stay brother...

-No. You have a family. We all have families.

Him, me, you. You have a brother, a sister.

You have a father, a mother. You have a family.

The family has a name.

Me give you name to me. And I say his name. The name.

-Brother, sister stay Sofia family.

-I know you have a brother, a sister!

I want your brother's name! Or your sister! I want your name!

There are people working here! Some are waiting!

Then give me your name! Enough is enough!

-Oh!

I mean, he's a foreigner. -You shut up!

Indistinct remarks

-No, Sofia.

-What's up? I'm here to explain what they want.

-In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed are deaf.

Learn from them.

-I made a mistake. I apologize.

-It's so easy. We all apologize. I make mistakes too.

When I make a meatball, I eat it.

-Eating.

-Hungry. -I'm not here to feed you.

-I'm just asking you to take care of them.

-We close, it's 4pm.

-What's up? It's 3:40 p.m.

-By the time we close, it will be 4 p.m.

-Oh, my God! Damn it! It can't be true!

We want to take care of people

and you're getting in the way in our way.

You...

-Let me be. Let me be.

-Let go of me!

Screeching car brakes

-MAKE WAR, NOT LOVE PAM PAM

MAKE WAR, NOT LOVE PAM PAM

MAKE WAR, NOT LOVE PAM PAM

-This way.

-You remember.

-Real estate developer, former minister, member of parliament.

Morning arrivals.

We wanted to keep him with us but he refused.

-What about me?

Indistinct screams

-Mr Gastié-Leroy.

-I had to beat them to make them talk,

now it's time to beat them to silence them.

What a job. Monsieur Gastié-Leroy.

Military song

-You're a a fool, a failure.

Everything you do, you miss. You're an outsider.

Your boys, the factory, it's a failure.

-So, no more bows?

-Ah, ah. Go ahead.

-Stop bothering him. -But... But...

-Every morning, "no more bows"!

-You'll see, Antoine. Stand here. It's so easy.

Please note.

First.

Hop!

Second try.

Heil!

Third test.

-Heil!

-At ease.

-But... But... -Yes, say, hey...

-Antoine!

-He starts again.

-Gentlemen.

-Salam aleikoum.

-Salam aleikoum.

Salam aleikoum.

"Aleikoum" too.

Comments incomprehensible

-What?

-What?

-Ah, defoliant bazooka. Very simple.

So this.., let me explain.

It is in 3 parts.

There's the base here, the pipe.

-And the "a"! the bazook-a!

So in the base, we put cartridge.

-Cartouche?

-Cartridge, it's like that...

Like canoe. Noë. You know, rain, deluge. Gobble gobble.

You take away Noë. What's left is "ca".

And touch, I touch. "That", "touch". I touch up.

Ca. Touche. Retouche. Cartridge.

I put in the bazooka. Bazooka on the shoulder, very heavy.

Bazooka on trestles. Plant trestles.

-Planting? -Yes. Like planting vegetables.

Plant vegetables.

Do you know how to plant cabbage? Fashionable, fashionable

Plant trestles too early.

Not too early, but planting trestles is fine.

Because too soon, tréteaux goes. Boom, the ball goes too soon.

Cartridge in the base, and paf!

Ah! Bazooka!

Then the trees, paf! Leaves. Leaves fall.

The leaves are falling

The tree, dead, the tree.

People, bad.

He coughs loudly.

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

Beasts, tagada, tagada!

Eat. Eat the defoliant powder.

And colic. Ouch, colic, the beasts. Ah!

Colic, ah! Colic, ah!

Ravaged, nothing left! Ravaged.

The base, poof, paf, like that.

Trees, animals, people, nothing. Ravage.

There's nothing left. Ravaged. So...

Dad will explain much better the defoliant bazooka.

Salamalec all, salamalec, dad.

Gentlemen, ladies.

He hums.

Incomprehensible comments.

Horn

-Red are countries at war,

the yellows are about to be

and white people, the pacifist bastards.

-Switzerland is in yellow.

Is she preparing for war? -An old personal dream.

A bluette.

-Comrades,

I know you work across the street, in Dad's factory.

Then I rise up and cry halt.

You have to work, you poor people, that's one thing.

You also have the right to live.

-What he'll get...

But when you lend your hand to kill, then I say stop.

I say halt.

Me too, if I needed to work, thank God,

I would work.

But not at any price. You don't have to earn your keep

by eating it on the backs of corpses.

It's disgusting.

Do you mind? To get acquainted.

You'll see. Hop, hop, hop, hop.

It's a dud.

I'm so sorry.

It glides well. It's not too crowded.

This sparkling water is good. Barmaid, another one.

-Where do you live, buddy?

-At Château de Lubéron.

Why?

-You're exaggerating. These guys have wives and children.

They earn thousand francs a month.

Do you think they have a choice?

-Oh well, I apologize. I apologize, but I'll stop again.

Making weapons to earn millions like Dad, yes,

but then, for a thousand francs, it's petty.

It's small.

-What a jerk!

-If your character is as weak as your muscles,

it must be great. I love a scaredy-cat.

So many men want to impress. You don't have to.

Soft moan

Let's go outside,

you want? -Mm.

-You're getting so well.

With you, we must feel so insecure.

It's wonderful.

It's so nice for a woman,

to rest its head on a dislocated shoulder,

to feel that the loved one

is also vulnerable

than a flock of sparrows on opening day opening day.

-No one has ever said so nice.

It's comforting for a physically weak being,

to hear that.

I've taken harder knocks harder than today's.

Because that was a coward. He was a jerk.

The day I fall on someone stronger than me,

it's going to hurt.

When you look for me, I'm found.

-Oh, yes.

-Give me a kiss.

Oh! Ph, the cow! Oh...

-Careful, kids. One, two.

Malbrough goes to war Mironton, mironton, mirontaine

Malbrough goes to war Don't know when he'll be back

Don't know when

Don't know when

He'll be back at Easter Mironton, mironton, mirontaine

He'll be back at Easter

Or at La Trinité

Or at La Trinité

Or at La Trinité

-Paul, Jean.

Distribution. This is it.

-What does your daddy do?

-Lieutenant.

-Here's a nice TTX120. For you.

-Here. A solar missile.

Finally, a weapon.

-Here. A nice little GL22.

-Thank you, sir. -Here you are, sir.

-And you, my little one, what does your daddy do?

-General. -Here.

-Two floats for the little girl.

And now..,

don't forget to show them off to your dads.

These are exact replicas of our current models,

deliverable in two months.

And this big boy, what does his daddy do?

-My daddy makes arms, old man.

-We say sir.

-Yes, old chap.

-Your dad makes guns, like me, then.

And what kind of weapons does he make?

The machetes, the puzzles, assegais, my comrade.

-Not my comrade.

It's called my old man. Uh, sir.

Laughing -The old man, he's not happy!

-My child, they don't kill anyone with it these days.

-In the tribe, we're down to 8. Take it easy, monsami.

-We don't say "monsami".

-Oh, yeah, Dad. Holy... What the...

-Go up to your room right away.

Racist.

-What? Me, a racist?

Me, a racist?

While you involve these children in this despicable traffic! I.

Here, I'll go. I'm out of here! I'm outta here!

"Racist".... Fascist, yes!

The children Gna gna gna gna gna gna

-Shit, shit, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Sigh

This is my father. These are the little guys.

My dad pisses me off, little guys piss me off.

-Here.

Shit, shit, shit!

My father, the little boys.

My dad pisses me off, little guys piss me off.

Chak!

Paf!

Ha...

Paf!

-This is Germaine, this is Gastié-Leroy.

Germaine pisses me off,

Fuck Gastié-Leroy. Chlak, paf! -What do you say?

-Gastié-Leroy takes me...

My respects, sir.

-This time... -I deserve it.

Yes, sir.

-That's them.

-Is Mr Gastié-Leroy in the know? Does he know?

-No. Mostly, I don't want him to know.

-Ah... But I.., I can't take it on myself.

-I owe you one.

-Oh, no, you don't. You're not going to... Just between us.

-How much do I put in?

-A blank check.

-It's OK. You start now. -Oh, no, you don't.

-Comment.... Comment. You know what we said.

The furniture, the stereo, I'm calling the police.

-Chic. -What's up?

-We're going to work.

-Perfect. Come on, now. See you tonight!

Indistinct remarks

-By having the trolley carry once on the outward journey,

once on the return journey, we rest 2 times 7 s.

-This makes 14 s.

-Multiplied by the number of round trips,

that's an hour's rest a day.

-You can deduct it from our wages:

good economy,

given the number of workers.

-Kiss ass! -It's our way

and our opinion. We don't force anyone to do as we do.

Siren

-Dinnertime, comrades. Time for a break.

-We're not done yet. Stay with us, instead of going out to eat.

-Those jerks!

-Your name.

-Morin.

He whistles.

-Aren't you hungry?

-Yes, but the days are short. We want to keep moving.

-All right, then. Your names, my friends.

-For madame, monsieur le directeur. Flowers from my little garden.

Several -Kiss-ass! Kiss-ass!

-I placed the little boys at the factory.

-They're not going to make mess?

-The mess? The little guys? Oh no.

I'll have a look.

-SHIT! THE SOCIAL EDUCATOR.

-What the hell are you doing here? -It's because I.

-This is no time to dawdle. Just follow my lead.

-Yes, sir.

-Not so fast.

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hop! -Hop!

Howling -Oops!

Ooh.

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hup! Howl

Ouh là ! Ooh là là là !

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hop! -Hop!

-Hup! Howl

Ooh! Ooh! Oops.

-What, peanut? Can't you catch a brick?

-I don't have all day.

Here, it's easy. But over there. Come and have a look.

I don't have all day.

I have to pull the rope to lift the bucket.

Or I pull the rope and catch the brick in the belly,

or I let go of the rope to catch the brick,

and I get the bucket on my foot.

-You're vigorous, for your age.

-Ah yes.

-You lack imagination. It's not hard. I'll show you.

You pull your rope. Like so.

That's it. Up. Catch. Chop.

There you go. You pull the rope. There you go. Upsy-daisy. There you go.

There you go. You pull the rope. Upsy-daisy. There you go.

See? Good. It's not difficult.

Michel Fugain: "Les Gentils, les méchants" (instrumental)

-What do they do?

They work.

-You've got to be kidding me. -Ah well, bravo! Bravo, monsieur.

We work and monsieur has fun.

-Exploiter!

-What... You're all incompetents!

-50 cases more than yesterday.

-They made 50 cases more than yesterday.

- "5Q" !

They made 50 cases more than yesterday.

- "They have".

They made 50 "clusses than yesterday.

50 more cases than yesterday...

-Well then, it's possible.

-It's "sopible". -It can be done.

-It can be done.

-And yet, we're not getting any older.

-50 more cases for all.

It's anti-union. Down with infernal cadences!

-Small Havanas from my garden, Mr. Director.

Several -Kiss-ass! Kiss-ass!

-THE SOCIAL EDUCATOR!

-What are you doing here? -I'm...

-This is no time to dawdle. Just follow my lead.

He sings.

-Every time you pick up paint, you lose time.

-Really? -Of course.

-You have to count to 3, otherwise you're out of sync.

-Ah well... -Of course.

-Good.

-Please be careful. -Yes, careful.

-I, 2, 3. -Here we are.

-Do you understand? -Yes, I understand.

-If you say yes, it's the same thing, you're wasting time.

-Really? -Of course.

Say yes and count to 3, otherwise you're out of sync.

-Oh, yeah. -Of course.

-Caution. -Careful. Please be careful.

-1,2and3.

-There, you got it. -I get it.

-It's not difficult.

-Oh well, no...

-If you say no, it's like taking paint. taking paint.

You're wasting time. -Am I?

-It has to be. Say no, and count to 3, otherwise you're out of sync.

Okay. Go to the other side. Change.

Here we are.

Don't change hands, change places!

Change places, not hands! -Oh, yes.

-I swear to God. I really do.

He hums.

-We made 75 cases more than yesterday.

-They made 75 cases more than yesterday.

-75 cases!

-They made 75 cases more than yesterday.

He splutters.

-They made 75 cases more than yesterday.

-76 "fifths"?

But then. it's "sopible".

It's "sipoble". Well, it could be!

-So it's "postrible". It's "working"... It's...

-So, it's "brush"... Is it "triple"?

-So, is it "trospible"?

-We're no more talented than normal.

-75 cases for the entire bridge!

IT'S ANTI-UNION! DOWN WITH INFERNAL CADENCES!

-WHO IS IT?

-The so...

Fuck it.

Coming, coming.

Indistinct conversations

-Next Thursday, at 5 p.m, surprise strike.

-Next Thursday, at 5 p.m, surprise strike.

-Next Thursday, at 5 p.m, surprise strike.

-Next Thursday, at 5 p.m, surprise strike.

-Next Thursday, at 5 p.m, surprise strike.

No, I didn't. I didn't say a word. I didn't say a word.

-What did he say?

-That he said nothing about the surprise strike next Thursday at 5 p.m.

-Why is this happening? There's a surprise next Thursday at 5pm?

-I don't know. He said he didn't say anything. He said he didn't say anything.

-Who said he didn't say anything?

-That there would be a surprise strike next Thursday at 5 p.m.

-There's a surprise strike next Thursday at 5 p.m.?

Hey, guys!

Next Thursday, there's a surprise strike at 5pm?

All -Shhh...

-Silence. There is no surprise strike.

-At 5 p.m.

-Next Thursday.

-Let's get these guys!

-Some have told me, whose names I won't mention,

but I'm grateful to them grateful,

he was preparing for tomorrow, a strike at 4:30 p.m.

-5 p.m., Mr. Director.

17 h.

-Some people told me, whose names I won't mention but I thank them...

Thank you, Didier.

he was preparing for tomorrow, a 5 p.m. strike, right?

-That's it.

-Why a strike, I ask you?

Aren't our interests the same?

When the factory

prosper, aren't you prospering yourself?

Aren't we prosperous

dreams, illusions? Let's not train ourselves, especially you,

a chain of proletarian brotherhood?

No, really, comrades, why strike?

Let's work, let's take pains. That's life.

-Cadences

are hellish!

-There are a lot of accidents. Cheers

Whispered. -Duchemin Antoine.

-No, it isn't. It's alcohol that causes accidents.

-Yeah. If they didn't have wine in the canteen,

there would be fewer accidents.

Booing

-You're about to see

your mouths at the door.

-Martin Félix.

Hubbub, protests

-Disgusting! Bastards! Scumbags!

-Jean Guarini, a union leader.

-Well done. I had no idea you'd hired them.

-These are my boys.

-They're wonderful.

-These are my boys.

-I recognize in you a true Gastié-Leroy.

-Mr. Director... Oh, pardon me.

Ily eu de la "chaufe".

Mowing.

-Don't bother us about that. We always have 2% mowing.

-Yes, but this time, it's serious.

They increased the pace, gave me gifts.

-These are my boys.

-They denounced a strike, refused a raise.

-These are my boys.

-And refused the benefits I offered them.

-What's that? The 500-tank hangar.

-Where are they? -These are my boys, pap....

-Your boys stole 499 tanks?

-Light tanks. Lightweight.

-But where are they?

-My chariot is beautiful! Hey, mister! Come and take a look.

-I'll give you a price.

-How much for the chariot? -A thousand francs. That's pretty cheap.

-Bravo, boys! Stealing 500 tanks, bravo!

-499,

-Oh, please, no humor.

While we steal 1 tank, 2 tanks, 3 tanks, good.

B tanks, 10 tanks, even...

That's 500!

Oh, boy. We're going to burn them, pulverize them.

That's the one thing they won't get. Where are they?

-We've already sold 250.

-Who? Whose?

-A guy who had an eye patch.

-A Jew. He conned us.

-What's the matter? My ear is ringing.

-And the money? -We asked for cash.

-What's that?

-Liquid.

He hums.

Exclamations of joy

-My son! My son! In my arms! In my arms! In my arms!

-Come here, come here. It's fortune!

Where are the tanks? -We'll give them back to you.

-No, no, I don't want them. They're insured against theft.

I get the insurance premium. Sell them.

-Me? -Well, yes.

-But who to sell them to?

-I have a secret list of buyers. -Why secret?

-For public opinion.

These are genocidal countries. Let them slaughter each other.

-Not our problem.

-If you sell them, I get 20% commission.

- "20 %"... -10 for the State.

-The state? -To turn a blind eye.

-The State will not accept so little.

-I give 5%.

-Out of your 20%? -No! Out of my insurance premium.

-It will be greedier.

-But I won't. Otherwise I'll ask for 40% instead of 20 on real estate.

-What's real estate got to do have to do with it?

-I'm expropriating land for military purposes

and resell them to private developers.

-The military accept? -They get it on gas.

And the droit de cuissage in Brittany. -So, papa.

I've never seen a bigger bastard.

-Mr. Director, the 2 policemen are here.

-Let them in.

-I had to report the theft for insurance purposes.

You know nothing. You say nothing.

Do you understand me? Don't say a word.

-Good morning, Mr Gastié-Leroy.

In this kind of business, you have to move fast.

-Very quickly. -That's it, that's it.

If you don't mind, I'd like to interview your son.

-Alas, the unfortunate man has just undergone undergone surgery.

His jaw is locked.

-Ah, that's unfortunate.

Take a note. I'd like to know...

-"I'd like to know..." -I wouldn't. Him. Note him.

I'd like to know... He mumbles.

-I understand.

What I wanted to know...

-Ah yes, the nerve. The nerve. Ah, that's scary.

If "green" were "nif"...

The "nif" was "nerf".

If the "nif" was to "nerf".

- "If nif was nerfed." -Don't write that down. Write it down.

-Yes, come on. Yes, of course.

No, I was saying, if the "nir"...

-It's okay, you. You're all right.

Your boys worked at the factory.

He mumbles.

-What do you think? -What do you think?

I didn't listen. -You have to look. He's miming.

-I can't, I'm writing it down.

What, idiot?

-Now I understand. I've understood everything. I'm crumbling.

-I can even give you eclipses".

-That's right, help the gentlemen.

-So...

-You're all right. You're fine.

Flying tanks,

He mumbles.

Ah, I was thirsty. The flight...

-Ah... But you're talking.

-Champagne. Bubbles.

When you're stuck, there's only the bubbles.

-Answer me, then. The fields. Tanks!

-The tanks.

Oh, I can "larp".

I "leux" "parper". I can.

I can "chamer" shares, but it "freaks me out". It.

-Ah, well, when the "mars" .... The tanks are gone.

That's for sure.

Who "pis" them?

Taken "l'écraserie"...

Who's "Lipe" crushing?

Is it the the little guys?

Pierre and his father together -Oh, little guys...

-It's "plato" "dou".

-Plato" three. There were three of them.

-Do you get it? -It used to be clearer.

-Well, yes.

-Anyway, you can't see anything. They're aces.

Ah, that... Ça...

They have the "pic" to "chew"...

-For "piper". -To chew.

-To "piper" the "chic".

Laugh -To sting.

-No, "chaquer". "Liming".

To "beep" "sars". Cats.

They speak at the same time.

-Lissence! "Lissence"! I'm "licking" "l'enquêne*" here.

-Lissence! He means "larper".

-Well spoken.

-I'm leaving, I can't work anymore. -Pampagne?

-Avir" from "partant"? -An "aufre" "you".

-I do.

-Not this time.

-Not this time.

Shall I escort them to the the exit, Mr. Director?

Sigh -Bravo, bravo! You're a true Gastié-Leroy.

At 3 p.m., I present the minister new weapons.

Come with your boys. We'll make "nocaissance".

-Sonnaicance". -Yes.

As soon as the minister arrives,

we start the show.

-These are my friends.

-AH.... -Louis.

-Very pleased to meet you, sir. -Pleased to meet you.

-Didier.

Indistinct conversations

-Are you a nurse?

-I wanted to be a dancer!

-This day is blessed by the gods, as I meet you.

-Ah... banter.

Banter.

-You juggle well, for a dago.

-Er...

-God doesn't exist. -Oh, oh!

-It's an aphrodisiac, motorcycling.

-So we're colonels. -Yes, we are.

But what I really wanted was to be a dancer.

Horn

-Gentlemen, you are about to see a new weapon,

a heat-seeking rocket.

As big as a marble, it's capable capable of destroying a hospital.

Applause

Needless to say this weapon is economical.

I plan to launch it on the export market.

-It will sell well.

Underdeveloped countries will be snapping it up.

-Killing on the cheap with the DR.

-What's the objective? -The villa on the right.

-They don't look happy.

-They don't give a damn the nation's interests.

-Probably Commies.

-This is it, it's time.

Take the walkie-talkie, and you'll say fire when Jean tells you to.

And only him.

-I didn't take any soldiers. The secret.

Fire!

-Fire! He chokes.

-Fire.

Can you hear me?

This is Gastié-Leroy Jr. Can you hear me?

Pierre, if you prefer. So, I repeat, fire.

*-Do you copy? Do you copy?

-Yes, I read you loud and clear.

I read you 5 out of 5.

-5 out of 5. It's good.

*-Do you read me?

-I read you.

-He receives you. -Don't be a jerk.

-Not you, Georges.

-Is it hard to talk?

-It's Pierre. So I say fire.

-Fire! -F... Fire.

-I repeat "fire".

*-I read you 4 out of 5. I hear you.

I repeat, I hear you.

-Gastié-Leroy here, andouille!

*-Father or son?

-Fire! Fire! Can you hear me?

*-I read you 5 out of 5, andouille.

Cris

-They're everywhere!

-We received you 5 out of 5.

-Top! Do you hear me, you idiot?

-You told me to listen to Uncle Jean.

Here, Gastié-Leroy fils.

*-OK, we read you.

Cris

-But it's hilarious, your thing!

They carry it.

-Go and play, go and play.

Small cons.

Send, send.

Cris

-God doesn't exist.

-Now that you mention it.

Lyrical singing

-When I lose weight, I lose weight all over.

-And when you put on weight?

-Stop it! Stop it! This is awful.

-Bravo, Mr Gastié-Leroy! Right on target again.

-Thank you for your time. If you don't mind...

-Oh, Mom, I'm scared. Scared, scared, scared.

Afraid...

-Don't cry, Mr. Minister.

-It's not very precise, your machine.

- "Not precise", my device. See that factory over there?

Full reverse! Fire away!

Explosion

And here comes the work. The factory, boom.

My factory, boom!

My factory...

-His factory. -My factory.

Laughing -His factory.

-My factory.

Laughing -His factory!

It is. And here's the job.

Its. His factory...

Boom!

The factory! It's gone!

Chlak!

And v'lan, there's nothing left!

Dad's factory, and chlak!

There's nothing left! And v'lan!

Michel Fugain: "Les Gentils, les méchants" (The good guys, the bad guys)

He said fire! "Fire!" And plof!

Fire! Paf! V'lan!

Fire! Paf! V'lan!