All language subtitles for Dupont.Lajoie.1975.dvdrip_[1.46]_sub.eng

- The same again, Georges.
- Ok, 3 more red glasses of wine.

- Thanks boss.
- Not bad this little wine.

Hey, don't pour over the edge.

Tartafione is on!

Let's have a look at the races.
I feel lucky this time.

...the always very elegant Countess of Vire.

- What was your bet?
- Same as usual, my son's birthdate.

- What about you?
- The 10.

Looks like there's going
to be a big sale on horse meat.

Shut the fuck up for a minute,
here come my horses.

You'll win this time.

So the results are as follows:
number 1 and...

I'll never win. Once, with
a combination forecast, I got 20 francs.

- I'll be damned! Are you taking the piss?
- So what?

- Get out, you've got a sidewalk to sweep.
- Take it easy. Goodbye everybody.

- I never understand a word he's saying. Did he pay?
- I always make him pay up front.

They come to work here, and what's more
they laugh at us.

Do we go and work in their country?

If they were competent,
they wouldn't be street sweepers.

Tomorrow, we go on holiday,
we should start to clean up the place...

No closing at midnight tonight.

Come on, a last quick one...

It's not everyday you "almost"
get the right horse.

Let's drink to that!

Hey, where are you going
with your accordian?

I'm going to piss.

- How about a drink first?
- I don't drink.

- Well I'll be...
- You have to allow it, it's the law.

- No law about switching on the light.
- Switch it off, I don't care.

- The nerve! One day, I'll
close up the shitter.

- And he bangs the door!
Did you see him? A real cauliflower.

At least, when they piss,
they can't do any harm.

Come on Mr. Georges, don't get
mad because you lost on the horses.

Have a last drink with us...

Ok; because it's you.

A nice way to forget about it all.

Just fill it up.

- What about the landlady, is she thirsty?
- Oh, come off it.

So that makes 5 glasses.

Cheers everybody.

- Hi mom.
- Hello my darling.

- How are you?
- Fine, and you?

Hello Leon, congratulations!

So I've heard next year
you'll be a teacher of sorts?

Oh, I don't have my degree yet.

- You graduated high school, right?
- That's not the same thing.

Well done. It's a nice thing
to graduate.

Just like his father,
he knows how to count.

- How about a drink for the graduate?
- Sure, I'll have an aperitif.

What'll it be?

A small Ricard.

- Put some water in it.
- I'll get you some.

You'll go with your parents
on holiday?

Yes, we leave for the Riviera
tomorrow morning.

We wanted to offer him a trip
to Italy with his friends but...

Yes, Italy, it's very educational
for the youth, with the museums and all.

But he prefers to stay
with his folks.

He's going to meet up with Brigitte,
our friends the Colins' daughter.

He doesn't look the type, but I'm sure
he knows his way around girls.

- Don't push it.
- You naughty boy.

Let's drink to you, professor.

Well, we leave in the morning,
so we'd better start packing.

- Monique, close up.
- Ladies and gents, closing time!

No time for a last one?

What's going on now?
Another demonstration?

I'd like to move to a working-class neighborhood
where they work all day and sleep all night

and don't go around
brandishing placards.

Come in officer, the police
are always welcome here.

- Mr. Lajoie?
- Goodbye boss, and thanks for nothing.

Well I'll be...
And in a first class establishment...

- Sergeant Cantal sent me.
- Ah yes.

Is Cantal ill?

No, he's off duty tonight, but he asked
me to see you about your trailer

It's this one.

We take off first thing in the morning,
and I'd like to know it's safe for the night.

from all those thieves and Arabs
hanging about.

There are even arsonists now.

If I catch someone messing with it, he'd better
have a tombstone with his name on it

I can't blame you,
it's a real beauty.

Something like that must
be worth quite a lot.

It's an Adrian 500,
2, 5 million francs.

But I got it for 1, 5 million,
it's a showpiece.

Private bathroom, wall-to-wall carpeting,
individual heating system.

But still, 1. 5 millions...

I can't afford such a thing
on my cop's salary.

Oh, don't start complaining,
you've got many advantages...

Early retirement, 8 hour days...

...Free clothes.

And small tips.

So I'm counting on you...

Don't worry, we'll look after it
with extra special care.

And come by when you want,
drinks are on the house.

Thank you Mr. Lajoie,
goodbye Mrs. Lajoie.

It's all taken care of.

- He looks reliable.
- He's alright, you can sleep on both ears.

It's heavy. You sure we'll need it
by the seaside?

- You'll be glad we brought it.
- That remains to be seen.

Always complaining.

Mother!

I have to get in first.

Look at the sportsmen,
already on the beach?

- And you, going soon?
- We're on the move right now.

- What's this thing.
- That's a Jamay trailer.

Doesn't look like much, but pop it
open and you have Versailles.

And it's light.

Careful on the road, it's full
of good-for-nothing drivers.

And all use the same road!

You going to Savoie,
same as every year?

We can't go wrong,
it's straight ahead.

The camping ground is next to
the highway.

Goodbye then.

- Remember, in case of a traffic jam...
...I'll keep cool.

Anyway, at this hour,
no chance of a rush.

Trust me.

Maybe we should have left
earlier.

It's always like that at the tunnel.
Then it'll go smoothly.

30 km in 2 hours,
at this rate we'll arrive in 2 days.

The opposite lane is quite empty.

But we're headed for the south,
the sunshine...

That cigar, what a stench.

Some people are really bad-mannered.

Don't get upset, he's German.

On days like this, they should
forbid Germans to take their car.

It's all for the money.

Looks like an accident.

- Leon, hand me the camera.
- It looks serious.

I can't get the camera out.

So, you've found it?

It's stuck.

At least 4 bodies.

- Don't look Leon.
- What a dreadful sight.

Too bad about the camera,
it would've made a good picture.

- People should be more careful.
- Awful.

Now, we floor it. We'll make it by
sunset or my name isn't Lajoie.

And not like last year,
we'll stop and eat at a good restaurant.

Gone less than 2 hours and already
thinking of food? We won't stop.

Not even to take a leak.

Straight ahead.

What a nice place.

And lots of fresh air for the kids.

But in winter; what a bore.

What a loser. In a 4 CV...

When you want to act tough,
you have to afford it.

- You think it'll be over soon?
- Can't say.

- This is a black spot,
they said so on the radio.

Mum, dad is doing the
walrus now.

- What's he saying now?
- Nothing, it wasn't mean.

And don't upset your father,
it's hard enough on him to drive.

Yes, mother.

- He stuck his tongue out!
- Cheeky devil.

What now?

Are you finished?

Look at the 4 CV,
he's gonna suffer.

He's gonna cop it.

Well, get a move on!

- No initiative!
- Forget about it, keep calm.

- Funny, they should be here by now.
We'll have to wait for them.

- It's annoying, we'll eat late.
- Yes.

- Here you are, love.
- Here I am.

You took your time.

- They're not here, what do we do?
- I have a small idea...

- What idea?
- Well...

- Are you crazy?
- What do we care...

Get in there, love

Close the door, we'll look trashy.

No harm in that, we're married.

Can you hear them?

They could show some discretion.

This is almost a violation
of the article 330 of the penal code.

Maybe we could say a word to them
about it...

Don't expect people selling lingerie on the
marketplace to have some education.

Move along, move along.

- So who's this guy?
- Mr. Viracci.

From Arcachon? You'll enjoy it here.
We're on first name basis here, relax.

Any problem, you call me. Enjoy your stay,
it's a paradise here.

- What's his space?
- Hortensia.

- Hortensia is right up front,
turn after the camelias.

And who do we have here now?

- Loulou.
- Lajoie, What a treat!

- Real classy!
- Let me stretch my leg a bit.

- How come you got here so late?
- We did it in one go.

And the boy, how he's changed!

He hasn't changed a bit.

The same old Loulou.

They're waiting for you, it's gonna be
a real feast.

- And our trunk is loaded too!
- You don't have to tell me twice, I get it.

- Did you take a look at the back?
- The trailer!

- Do you own a cafe or a bank?!
- Nice, eh?

Isn't it Mr. Lajoie's car?

A 75 license plate, it's them.

At last, we can eat.

Believe you me, it feels good
afterwards.

- Mr. Colin!
- Huh?

- The Lajoies.
- Ah, the finest of the lot!

Love, it's Georges and Ginette!

A brand new trailer,
last year it was the car.

Over there, Georges, there's a spot.

Leave it here, you can take care
of it in the morning.

Glad to finally be here.

Not too much traffic?

Let me kiss you while
he's not looking.

I kiss you while the Mrs. is away.

Montelimar, then the Bouceron...

To get from Strasbourg to here
was hell!

Would you look at that! Oh, tinted plexiglas!

Must have cost you an arm!

I'll tell you all about it...

Hey!

Let's eat!

Sit wherever you like.

Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher there,
you there... Ginette, here.

- Shall I sit here?
- Yes. Here Ginette.

Did I forget someone? Leon,
don't you wanna sit?

I'm not very hungry.

Hey, Leon, you've become quite handsome.
You and I must go chase girls sometime.

It won't please Brigitte if
he sees other girls.

By the way, where is Brigitte?

She's hanging out with her friends.

She won't be long. Had she known
you were coming, she wouldn't have gone out.

Hanging out with some friends?

Well, I'll turn in now,
I'm a bit tired.

So soon? She'll be disappointed.

- Good night Mum.
- Good night my darling.

- Good night Leon.
- See you tomorrow.

Leon! Your father.

Good night Daddy.

Well, at any rate,
it's a pleasure seeing you all again.

We've come here each summer
for 5 years now.

It's been 10 years for us.

We were the first, since the
inauguration... 54, was it?

Yes, the year we got a new counter.

One might say we're quite
attached to this place.

How about we get down to business?

We've brought a pork meat platter.

You can't beat Alsace for its pork.

My lovely made her delicious stew...

In the meantime... Ricard!
Ricard all around!

I forgot about the presents for
the ladies!

- What's wrong?
- I can't put up the tent. The pegs are rusty.

I'll go fetch the ice.

He's very professional about it.
Allow me Mrs. Lucille...

Ginette...

- I can't wait so...!
- Here.

I cut it.

Oh Mr. Colin, it's a treat,
a real treat!

What color is yours Mrs Lucille?
Oh, light yellow!

We should eat now,
the curfew is at 10 pm.

Mr. Colin, how do you get
the right size every time. Look; a perfect fit!

You get the knack of it after
selling them for so long.

Boobs... You get to gauge them.

I'll dig in!

Label me presumptuous,
but this is really good.

That hits the spot!

Of course, you two must
be used to it.

If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't have
thought a bailiff like you could enjoy food.

Same here.

You know, there are good bailiffs
and bad bailiffs.

Carla, come eat.

Who are these newcomers?

They are from Italy, but they've
lived in France for some time now.

I've heard he's quite good at his job.
He's a site foreman.

Like my brother-in-law always says:
Italians are the best builders...

...if only they were more productive.

It's a law of nature; the further you
go south, the less people work.

Quite true. The northerners work hard
and the southerners take it easy.

Don't laugh. One German will do
in 2 hours...

...What takes 6 months
for 30 Towel-heads to do.

I take your word for it Mr. Colin.
Arabs and work don't agree.

We should invite them,
as a neighbourly gesture.

They should join us for coffee.

- Any objections?
- No, not on holidays.

Here comes Brigitte.

Hello Mrs. Ginette.

- Hi...
- Oh, let's kiss.

No thank you.

Hi Mom.

Hi Dad.

Leon isn't here?

He's sleeping. His father gets to
do the driving, and he gets to be tired.

He could have waited for me.

- Have something to eat.
- No, thank you.

No, thanks. Did you bring this?
Ok, then, I'll taste it.

Yum, it's nice.

I'll go to bed.

Good night Dad.

She's a brick house, my kid.

And to say it's all thanks to us.
Doesn't that make you happy, love?

Like our Leon, it's the age
of metamorphosis.

It's getting late, Georges,
we should turn in for the night.

Yes, it's late.

Is your book any good?

Yes, I only read
classical literature.

Same as last year.

Except last year, there were 2 of them.

- It's a Bipper.
- No, it's a Rallye.

- I'm not sure.
- I didn't make it up, it's written on it.

And that's a boat.

I wouldn't fancy a boat like that.

Especially to use one month a year.

Can't you play somewhere else?

Give me that ball, I'll take it to
the police station.

Forget it, Mr. Schumacher,
it won't happen again.

Did you throw that bar?

On your marks; one...

two...

three!

Boys will be boys...

Where have you been?

- Playing volley bar.
- We scored at least 10 points.

Leon has one hell of a smash.

That's no surprise.

Here Leon, Put some on me.
Undo my bra first.

- How much do you want?
- Lots.

And lower my swimsuit.

You should get some too,
you're red in the face, Mr. Georges.

You want lotion too?

Huh?

Sunscreen?

No, I'm alright.

Do my upper thighs as well.

Jojo's sugar coated almonds, peanuts...

What about us Jojo!

Peanuts are on me!

3 bags please!

- How much is it?
- 3 francs.

Don't worry, I'll take care of this.

3 Francs. Drop it, will you!

- Forget it. We're among friends.
- This is the last time.

Time to invite the Italian over.

You do it, you're a better talker.

- Mr. lawyer, would you?
- Yes, I'll do it...

I'm going.

- 'Afternoon sir.
- Hello.

- Nice little girl you have here.
- No it's a boy.

Hello Madam.

My regards, Madam.

We own the trailer's next to yours.

So, my friends and I thought,
what a nice family...

Are they your kids?

That's what my wife told me.

- Mr...?
- Sergio Vigorelli.

Colin, as in "coley fish".

This is Georges, Georges Lajoie.
Dupont Lajoie, for short.

Mr. Schumacher, esq.

A bailiff from Strasbourg.

Always a nice thing to have
a bailiff among one's acquaintances.

Well! That's this now!

- Straight from Le Mans racing cars!
- Unbelievable!

They are from the construction site.

They weren't here last year.

Someone could have warned us.

The speed these things
come out of the ground!

Imagine the time it would have taken
in the middle ages!

And to think what was here before...

...nothing, nothing but rocks and pine trees.

And nobody came here,
it's a 5 min. walk from the caming ground.

Well, for wildlife lovers,
it had its charms.

Isn't it amazing? Look at it,
it has style!

We'll call it "Blue steams",
nice, eh?

You'll find both the wild and
the modern lifestyle here.

4000 Francs a square meter!
It's a bargain.

The sea will remain here,
for those who like it...

the sea can't be moved anyway.

Here will be prefab gardens...

Underground parkings, shopping mall,
cinemas...

So, let me tell you,
it's gonna sell like watermelons on a hot day.

If you're interested,
I can maybe spare one or two...

But you act on it now!

Look at these materials!

Compared to this,
stone is paper thin!

I can't figure out how they
still make profits.

Mr. Vigorelli, this is your field,
what do you think?

Well, it's hard to say...

Let's ask them.

But you speak Arabic Mr. Vigorelli?

It's quite a difficult language.

I picked it up on construction sites.

You too, Mr. Loulou,
you speak Arabic?

It's like a mother tongue to me.

I spent 20 years in Algeria.

I see, to communicate with the servants,
you had to speak the language.

What servants? I was a
tramway conductor!

I learnt Arabic in the streets,
when I was a kid, with my Arab pals.

So you have no accent?

My accent, I show it when I speak French.

True, when you think of Algerian Jews,
you'd think they were all rich.

Some were, but for those,
nothing changed when they came to France.

They remained rich men.

Do you think I'd be fooling around here,
if I made money in Algeria?

So tell us what you think.
Is it worth investing?

Tell them what you told me earlier.

It's shit.

A residence by the sea could be
as lovely as the sea...

But they don't give a shit...

The faster they build, the faster they sell...

So there you go; ugly pigsties.

When you bash in
your neighbour's face, they put you in jail...

Do the same to nature, and they'll open
you a bank account.

Hear that Georges?
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have realised.

Like my brother-in-law says:
Always consult a specialist.

Like those. You wouldn't know
they were Arabs, would you even notice?

Sure. At work, we all look alike.

Especially with helmets on.

How are you doing, you lovebirds?

Why do you call us that?

At your age, it's normal.
Enjoy it.

I give up.

Waiter!

2 of your freshest brews,
and step on it.

I feel like a million bucks!

Your girl knows how to dance!

So she should! We used to
dance quite a lot too.

We've still got the hang of it.

I taught him when he was 12.

Come on Daddy!

Show them what you can do!

Mr. Georges, get up and dance.

Did you see the Arabs?

Unbelievable!

They're everywhere now.

If they can get in here,
goes to show you they're well paid.

How much do I owe you?

It's on me!

No, let me take care of this.

- How much is it?
- 49, 60 francs.

No shame in putting upon the customers?

Keep the change.

I'm in the same business.

The bubbly wine, with
or without the bubbles?

..."Bubbles and squeak"

...Bubble-wrap me in!

Hey look where you're going!

Are you crazy?

You think you own the place?

Who's gonna pay for the dry-cleaner's?

- Not my fault, the dance...
- Say you're sorry!

- He didn't mean it.
- I won't be stepped on by a sand-nigger!

Get the fuck out of here, or do
I have to kick your ass out?

Sorry, Mister Sir...

What the...

He said "sand-niggers"...

It's alright, it's alright...

Couldn't someone call the police?

Call the cops!

Stop it!

Him, he said "niggers"!

Yeah, I said niggers, so what?

If we don't keep an eye on you...

I've done nothing wrong!

Your name, your papers!

Your address!

Take a moment to know what happened first.
He hasn't done a thing!

We don't need your advice!

What about you showing
us some identification?

- I'm sorry.
- This is a friend.

You should have seen the way he handled
those Arabs.

In that case...

We'll take them with us.

We'll take them to their barracks.

If you and your wife
would like to join us...

Thank you... But, the kids...
It's getting late.

We have to get back.
Some other time.

- So be it. Good night.
- Good night and thank you.

No way around it, it's more fun
being among Frenchmen.

You over-did it a bit.

Those guys meant no harm.

You don't mind them
looking at your daughter?

Their wives stayed behind,
so they look at ours; it's only natural.

Shall we go? I'm tired.

It's half past eleven.

Already?

Let's go back then.

I'll stay a little longer,
I'll get back with Leon.

Leon is getting back as well.

I want to stay!

Let them be, at their age!

Leave it to Georges,
mind your own business.

Off to bed.

- I won't.
- Enough trouble for one night!

Obey.

Quiet, you'll wake the
whole village.

It's a holiday.

- My father...
- What about him?

Don't you think he
overreacted with the Arabs?

He always has to show off.

Maybe he was in a bad mood.

- I like your father.
- I like him too.

But not when he's in this state.

Oh, parents...

It's too late to change them.

Long live the French youth!

- It's a strange feeling.
- Imagine seeing Tartafione in the flesh!

Nice to meet you, Mr. Mayor.

It's an honor.

Mr. Leon Tartafione,
in virtue of the powers invested in...

Technical difficulties...

...in me by my fellow citizens,

let me express in their names,
what an honor it is...

by your presence here, an true event
in the midst of our quiet family holidays

An event of which no one could ever
have dreamed.

In a moment, our bouncy youngsters
and their ever-so-green parents...

from the Happy Sun Camping Ground,

will meet the Fisherman's Camping Ground...

in sportive jousts, worthy of
the earliest Antiquity,

that you, as a true sport
and art aesthete...

In short, may the best man win,
but let victory be ours.

Quite so Mr. mayor.

Ah, Miss, how I envy you,
living in the scenic village,

Where, so they say, Napoleon spent a night,
in the shade of a 14th century priory,

When he was still a young officer
named Bonaparte.

Many countries envy us a man like him.

Say what you will, but Tartafione
is an important man.

...which means in Lithuanian:
you're a very lovely little girl,

and I kiss you in the name of millions
and millions of TV viewers,

which will witness tomorrow on their screens
the 3rd "intercamping" of the summer,

taking place here, in this quaint
little village full of rustic character,

and promising as always a moment of
sheer fraternal joy, gymnastics display,

and festive popular fun.

Off they go, the week-end racing horses...

On your marks, sack-race Lustucru runners,
ready, set, go!

Take a look at the length
of these wool stockings!

As long as the beautiful legs
of our lovely contestants!

What are you doing here, Mr. Georges?

Strolling around.

I'm as fed up with the games as you are.

So I said to myself, why not take a walk...

Among the pinetrees. So here I am.

Fancy meeting you here.

Oh, don't dress up for my sake.

- It's a nice place.
- Very nice.

Warm, feels good.

Did you see the fish?

It's nice to see you laugh, Mr. Georges.

It's not very often.

Because I'm not with
young people very often.

I may not look like it,
but I enjoy young people's company.

Surprised?

No, not at all.

Well, yes, a bit.

I never really thought about it.

I enjoy having a laugh.

I can even be very funny at times.

- Ah?
- Very funny indeed.

But I'm shy.

At my bar, there are funny customers,
but I've no time for fun.

You have to make the time, Mr. Georges.

- You think so?
- Sure.

Take Leon. Before, he had a smile of
an undertaker, never had fun...

but I taught him how to
have a good time.

What did you teach him?

That's our little secret...

Dressing up so soon?

I was about to leave.

If I dared...

You got me wrong...

- What if Mrs. Ginette saw us?
- Just a small kiss...

Mr. Georges, you're going too far.

- Stop that.
- Uncle Georges can be real fun...

Enough is enough.

- A small kiss.
- Ok, there.

- Stop it!
- You were less difficult at the bar...

Nobody will hear of it.

Leave him alone.

Brigitte?

What have I done?

The titan turns into a microbe,
and splash, splatters into the pool.

As the Soleil team leaves the arena,
under the applause of the crowd.

- You don't look well.
- I'm alright.

It's our turn now! Are you up to it?

Are you feeling ok?

Of course, he's ok!

Ok, I'll be on the trapeze, he'll
do the questions.

Come on Leon!

Here come the champions chosen
for the "don't let go" game.

'Afternoon gents.

Mr. Schumacher, bailiff from Strasbourg,

and Mr. Leon Lajoie,
a Parisian restaurant owner,

Will carry out the cultural part
of the game,

Whereas Mr. Colin, traveling salesman,
will lend his strong muscles to the team.

Without further ado,
the first question:

What is the capital of Mongolia?

No idea Mr. Lajoie?

Ulan Butan.

The first half is correct.

Ulan...

...Bator!

Mr. Colin is still hanging on...
Let's applaude him!

How many times its own height
can a flea jump?

- Close
- 39

Bravo. As for Mr. Colin,
the crowd is still admiring him!

In seeing you all like this, one can but think
of an old verse, a verse the mayor...

reminded me of earlier, and that applies
perfectly to Mr. Colin's superhuman efforts,

Tell us that verse Mr. mayor please...

"the father, a blacksmith,
strong as an athlete..."

Ah, "strong as an athlete",
that defines Mr. Colin exactly.

Mr. Colin!

It's awful, It's a tragedy...

your daughter Mr. Colin...

Come quick, something
terrible has happened...

- Where is she?
- Over there.

What... what is she doing here?

Answer me, Brigitte!

She needs a doctor, quick!

Well, we have to keep going...

Camera 1, close up on me.

Ladies and gentlemen, a terrible fate
has struck a French family.

We're all in shock,
and I leave it to my colleagues from the news

to tell you all about the
horrendous crime.

The police are investigating as we speak,
to shed light...

on the tragic circumstances
of this heinous tragedy.

I am overwhelmed with grief;
this is Leon Tartafione,

live from "Intercamping",
the show that brightens up your holidays.

Was I good...?

No, I wasn't good!

Listen, tell me when the press is here,
I'll speak a few words to the family.

Tell me when the press gets here;
I'll tell a few words to the family.

Imagine that, their only daughter.

The worst thing that could happen a parent.

Be quiet, please.

Give me the keys to your trailer...

With all these people, there might be thieves.

You're right, enough worries as it is.

Let the press through.

"The Republican Courier"

You the parents? I'm sorry...

May we take some pictures?

Look who's coming... Tartafione!

He looks even better in real life.

Please ladies and gents, now is not the time.

Dear lady...

Sir...

The tragedy by which you are stricken...

is as hard on me as it is on you.

Hey you, only those who arrived first get
to be in the front row.

It's Boulard from Marseilles.

It's a little crowded don't you think?

Yes, sir, I'll have them step back.

Chief Inspector Boulard.

- Glad to meet you.
- Are you a relative?

Beg your pardon?

A relative, a neighbour?

a witness maybe?

But... don't you recognize me?

Sorry no, I'm not good with faces,
except with murderers... Are you one?

Are you making fun of me?

Ok, then, you may leave now.

Let's go Gerald.

You're going to hear from me.

Very sorry for your loss.

It doesn't change a thing,
but my deepest sympathies.

We'll do everything to catch the murderer.

Let me introduce Dr. Vareme,
the coroner.

I'll let you handle it...

Fingerprints, clues...
Seldom useful; but who knows.

I want to stay...

LET ME STAY!

Friends, I suppose?

For 10 years, Chief Superintendent.

Chief inspector. Superintendent,
maybe in a few years.

Albert Schumacher; bailiff from Strasbourg.

My wife.

Police, justice, we're almost colleagues.

Lajoie, Georges Lajoie.

We own a restaurant in Paris,
well... more a bar.

My son, Leon, student.

- You?
- It's my first time here...

Sergio Vigorelli, and this is my wife.
I'm in the construction business.

Well, that's camping for you,
all kind of backgrounds...

So when did you last see Brigitte Colin?

Well, the game was going on for 45 minutes...

She wasn't interested, and left...

Did she tell you where
she was going, Georges?

No. Maybe she said she was going for a swim.

She must have thought the beach would be
less crowded due to the game...

She preferred to go to a spot by the river,
rather the beach.

We'll take a look. Could you take us there?

You can count on our
total assistance.

Well... thank you.

Did you notice anything
unusual preceding the...

No, can't think of anything.

There is something, we might as well
tell you about it...

Of course...

Well, last evening we were at the bar...

When... Arabs... Barged in.

They went after Brigitte, and we had to...

to intervene.

There was a fight?

No, just some hassling,
we just got a bit carried away.

The Arabs didn't do anything wrong.

Still, they got arrested.

And, maybe it's a coincidence, but the girl

Was found beside the Arab's barracks.

Well, this is very interesting.

This young man will take you to the river,
if Mr. Lajoie will allow it?

Yes.

You go and I'll take care
of those Arabs.

Don't leave your trailers.

He looks highly efficient.

The French police are
among the finest.

Thanks to him, trust me,
the murderer won't last long.

That's where the girl was found.

You know those guys?

Yeah. They're ok. Workers.

They send all they earn back home.

Maybe that's why they're
not too popular around here.

Let's go in.

Hello.

It looks cozy.

Have you been in France for long?

If you've done nothing wrong,
you shouldn't be afraid of me.

Is that mint tea?

Smells nice.

For how long
have they been in France?

5 years.

They're all from a small village,

Somewhere in the south of Algeria.

They didn't speak a word of French
when they came here.

How's the pay?

Same as the French.

And are there many French workers?

Well... At this salary,
no, not many.

Obviously...

Let's shed some light on this...

Where were you during the game show?

We were at the games,
on my mother's life.

That's true, from
beginning to end.

You're sure?

All of them?

1... 2... 3... 4... 5
all five of them?

Not 100% sure...

But pretty sure.

I see...

What's your opinion
of the French?

Like everywhere,
there are the good ones and...

...the others.

You speak French fluently.

Of course, it's been 5 years
since we came here...

We learn from one another.

Why not learn it from the French?

We don't dare...
When we talk to them,

they laugh at us.

I'd like them to remain here.

Shall I send for the cops
to make sure of that?

No, leave it to me.

If I tell them to stay,
they'll do it.

May God be with you.

Did they confess?

- Find anything?
- Not really.

But we found traces
indicating she was killed by the river.

Yes, that's my conclusion as well.

Clotted blood at the extremities...

Shows that the body was moved from
one place to another.

Cause of death?

She was raped, and must
have fought back,

for there are some bruises,

then her neck was broken...

classic whiplash injury.

She died instantly.

May we...

I gave the mother a sedative,
she'll wake up in 10 hours.

Sorry...

I know you're not supposed
to divulge any information but...

The Arabs...?

You were right...
it was a mere coincidence.

They told you they
had nothing to do with it?

Of course.

I'll see you tomorrow,
you'll be to first to answer my questions.

You knew the victim well?

Yes.

Mr. Colin...

You should get some sleep.

We'll do everything we can.

We'll find him, I swear.

What the fuck do I care?

If you find him,
you'll give him to me?

So what difference
does it make for me?

It won't bring back my daughter.

Get some rest.

It will be clearer in the morning.

What are you staring at?!
Go away!

If I were him,
I'd get even with those sand niggers.

That's the police's job.

Forget the police.

Colin's daughter was killed,
and the police go to bed.

It's the law, at night
the police need a warrant to investigate.

What warrant; did the
murderer have a warrant?

So, you can get killed,
but can't wake up the killer?

Give them some time...

They were quite lenient on the Arabs...

I couldn't agree more...

I told them how they
bugged Brigitte at the bar.

If they're that clever,
why not put them in jail right away?

You have to trust the police,
they have their reasons.

Yeah? I'll tell you their reasons...

When dealing with the Arabs,
they're pissing themselves.

Hey, Colin, will we let the killers get away
just because a cop chickens out?

Don't listen to them.

And who are you exactly?

All I'm saying is you shouldn't do
anything you'll regret...

The police aren't perfect but...

According to you, we let the nigger
run away while the cops are asleep...

If he runs away, how do we
find him again? They all look alike...

He's right, we should act on it now.

- Let's go.
- Leave Colin alone.

Are you giving us orders, wop?

Since when?

You know nothing about Arabs.

It's turning ugly, I'll fetch Loulou.

You do that, I'll try to calm
them down.

For 4 months, I've been
hunting down Algerian fighters.

I know them well, to them
killing is like a game.

If we let them, they'll kill
a girl a night.

- Let's go Colin.
- No please don't!

I'm not saying he's right, but...
The Arabs... I have to ask them...

Alright, but we'll go later,
and just the two of us!

- I'll go with you.
- You're too young.

I'll just talk to them. If they're
innocent, they have nothing to fear.

It's gonna end in bloodshed,
I know these guys...

What, these guys, what do
you know about us?

What does a WOP knows about us?

Before the war, my uncle
had a grocery store in Paris

In 1940, when Italy
declared war on France

People like you came to
the store and turned it upside down

and they killed him.

I don't give a shit.
They killed my daughter!

Come with us Colin, let's go.

Don't go empty-handed.

Pick up some sticks.

With the Arabs,
you have to be prepared.

Pick up those poles.

There, another pole.

Stay close.

What happened?

- Are you hurt?
- No.

He'll be alright, it's nothing.

Those guys are real assholes.

- I'll call the police.
- No, don't.

It's too late for that,
and Colin has enough trouble as it is.

- What then?
- We'll go.

No Vigorelli, it's a bad idea.

If the mouse-hunt begins,
there's no stopping them.

I saw it in Algeria,
we'll get hurt as well.

I know, but we have to go,
we have no choice.

He's right, we have to go,
maybe we can prevent it.

And my father is with them.

- What's the use...?
- Don't go!

Come on, hurry!

Maybe we can catch them.

What do we do now?

Like we did in Algeria,

When we knew a resistance
fighter found shelter in a house,

We went in, put everybody
against a wall and...

...No way of getting wrong.

This is France, and we're not the police.

Somebody has to do the police's job,
if the police won't.

Maybe we should get back...

Stop talking nonsense, let's go.

That's him! He was dancing near the girl.

Careful, he has a razorblade!

Two others are getting away!

Forget them, we're after this one.

Him! He was at the bar, looking for trouble!

If he runs away, he must
have a guilty conscience.

He won't get far, follow me!

One man every 5 meters,
like in Algeria.

He's over there!

Block him from getting away.

We have him boys,
he's trapped now.

Let me talk to him.

- I did nothing!
- What about the girl, bastard!

Scumbag.

We must make
him talk, not kill him.

Stop!

Why did he do it!
Why, my Brigitte...

Your Brigitte is avenged now.

The police won't alter that fact.

Let's go, we don't want
to hang around any longer.

It's ok, we mean you
no harm. What happened?

- I didn't do it.
- We know that.

Where are the men from
the camping ground?

They went after my brother.

I'm scared.

Don't let them kill him.

First, we'll take you
to the hospital.

No, I won't go.

They don't like Arabs there.

We'll be there,
nobody will harm you there.

- We have to report this.
- And your father?

What will become of him
if we tell the police?

It's his fault, he
went along with them.

Lift him up carefully...

Sir... My brother?

What happened to him?

Don't worry, you'll
be alright.

If what you told me is true,
they won't get away with it.

French police... they don't
like Arabs.

We're always wrong.

Not this time.

Trust me on this.

- They're waiting downstairs.
- They're all here?

Yes, the mayor, the district
councilman, the gendarmerie

If I may say so...
They're shitting themselves!

Who could have thought
something like that could...

I should have!

One always underestimates
the level of human scum...

Intelligence may have its limits,
but not stupidity.

Usually racist acts of violence
get hushed up...

The scandal gets buried with the victim.
But not this time, trust me!

Good morning, gents.

You're here early.

What an awful thing
to happen here.

It would have been less
awful elsewhere?

Tell us about the case, doctor.

Go ahead,
don't spare anything.

The victim received
several fatal blows,

to the skull, liver, spine.

There appears to be several weapons:
bulb, bludgeon, iron bar...

And dozens of other blows,
some of which occurred after death.

What we call a lynching.

The word offends you?

Oh I'm sorry. Lynching only
exists in America with black people,

but not in France.

This is clearly the result of a mouse-hunt.

There's no proof until
the final results of the inquiry.

Of course.

You don't trust the Arab testimonies?

I didn't say that.
But it could have been a settling of scores.

An internal affair.

If so, it's in their interests
to make this appear like an outsider's job.

It's so obvious.

We're glad you took the matter
in your own hands. Justice had to be served.

As head of the district council,
I agree with Mr. mayor.

A worker died at his workplace,
but as for a lynching...

one has to weigh the consequences.

This area relies on tourism,

if you go around accusing campers...

They'll stop coming here!

The local activist contingent is already
spreading enough insults

against tourists as it is.

One has to imagine how
this incident could benefit to activists cause.

This might blow out of proportion.

Don't give them any food for thought.

I understand.

A rolling pebble might
turn into an avalanche.

Just one small isolated murder,
and the people start panicking...

And public order goes down the drain.

And public order is such sacred thing.

Better to have a small injustice
than big disorder.

I'll lead this investigation as I please.
Good day.

Did you change your mind?

No, I won't do it.

I'm not asking you to be a snitch.

What else?

I'll testify, they won't
get away with it.

I'm aware of that, but I can't.

Hell, these guys slaughtered a man.

And they might do it again.

So help me!

You may be right,
but I can't turn them in.

That would make me feel
as despicable as them.

We would like to help,
but it's hard to report someone to the cops.

And being a cop, that's not hard?

We recognize this one.

You sure?

What do you want?

Your name?

Phillard, Robert. What is it?

- Police. You're expected at
the town hall in an hour.

- What's the matter?
- I'm summoned by the police.

You must've done something wrong.

Him, he was there.

Are you sure?

What's this about?

Report to the town hall in an hour.

Who are you anyway?

Police.

And these two are from the police as well?

What do you want from me?

What did I do?

- What is it Camille?
- No, nothing, don't worry.

Ok, I'll be there.

- Him too.
- Are you sure?

Yes, he was shouting with the others.

Have you seen the car?

And the small man, he was there too?

Oh yes, they killed Ben Said because of him.

When Ben Said jumped out of the window,
he said to the others

"Careful, he's getting away".

What is it?

Report to the town hall in an hour.
Both of you.

The nerve of these cops.

Don't worry,
he who gets the last laugh...

We won't let a small town cop frighten us.

I have friends in high places.

- He got to you too?
- Yes.

But he doesn't know who
he's dealing with.

I have a lot of influence in Alsace.

He will have to face a deputy,
a state representative of the CDR,

and my friend Billancourt, the lawyer,
who's dealt with harder cases before...

All they have is Arabs as witnesses.

We are quite safe.

You forget Vigorelli;
I'm sure he went to the cops.

Vigorelli has better keep his mouth shut.

Let's not get upset, gentlemen.

Let's form a defense committee
for the Soleil camping ground.

Not necessary, I'll turn myself in.

- You're summoned as well?
- Yes in one hour.

We were to leave this afternoon
for my wife's parents to bury my daughter

but I've thought about it,
I'll say I did it.

No, you can't do that. They make
you talk and we'll all be compromised.

They'll leave you solely culpable,
and they'll leave you alone.

You don't know them.

Listen my dear Colin,
last night we were by your trailer,

doing our best to console you.

When suddenly, we heard noises
coming from the Arab's barracks.

We went and found ourselves
in the middle of an altercation.

It was too late, one of them
was already down.

There was nothing we could do.

What about the injured?

It's his word against ours,
it amounts to nothing,

I'd rather turn myself in...

What about us?

It's all because of you
if we're in this shit...

All we did was do you a favor.

But I didn't ask you anything.

And when you got hit,
if it wasn't for us you may not be here.

Would you have the nerve
to turn in your life saving friends?

You can't do it Colin.

I'm lost.

Mr. Boulard, we hold you
in high esteem,

The minister asked personally
for me to come over.

I'm deeply honored.

Cases like this happen three
times a month in France.

Our policy is not to
let them go public.

Hush them up, as it were.

Mr. Boulard, racism disgusts
me as much as you,

and we are determined
to do all we can to put an end to

the racist atmosphere that
is lurking in this country.

You are aware that the smallest spark
could set the whole country on fire.

Accusing honest family men
on holiday for this beating,

and tomorrow you can expect the same
thing to happen in Toulon or Marseilles.

Everywhere.

So nothing happened last night?

Listen Mr. Boulard

A young girl was brutally
murdered beside a construction site.

The Algerian workers found out,
before the police did,

Who was responsible. And why?

Because he was one of them.

These men are mountaineers,

They are proud unforgiving people,

They take care of their own business.

They sentenced their friend
and executed him.

This is a report indicating
no grounds for prosecution,

I hope you'll validate it and
give it to the judge.

I gave my word I'll
go through with this case.

And I will.

Is this a reasonable attitude?

I've heard that your nomination
as Commissioner was imminent.

Realize that under a less
liberal management,

You would be taken off
this case immediately.

So what do you think?

Off the record,
I find it revolting.

On record,
I think nothing,

I obey.

- They're all here?
- Yes, in the classroom.

Sit down.

Mr. Boulard, as head of
the camping ground committee,

And in agreement with
our lawyer, Mr. Billancourt,

Yes, Billancourt...

Go on...

I had him on the phone... We...

Mr. Schumacher, I know you
were all part of this mouse-hunt

Resulting in a death
and a severely wounded man.

You were all present.

Yes, I don't speak for the others,
but I was there.

I WAS THERE!

- This is absurd...
- It's true.

If it wasn't for us,
the Arab would still be alive.

Nonsense!

Drop it. I could interrogate you,
one after the other,

and in one hour you would have
turned each other in.

Officially, this is a
setting of scores between Arabs.

It's all written there.

One of the workers
"killed" Brigitte Colin,

the others got "angry"

then, all these Arabs killed one another...

It's all a game to them, isn't it?

You, on the other hand,
are honest French citizens

who have nothing to be
worried about.

There are no grounds for prosecution.

You are free to go.

Thank you, Mr. Boulard.

Don't ever thank me,
I have nothing to do with it.

Please never talk to me again.

You may address me
as commissioner soon.

May I be of assistance, Mr. Georges?

We won't forget this summer.

Money thrown down the drain.

You rented for the month as well?

- Will I get a refund?
- Don't count on it.

Glad that's over with.

Only thing left to do
is say goodbye.

- You need a hand?
- I'd rather do it alone.

We don't mind.

I do mind.

What's the matter with him?

I'll say goodbye.

I have to get back to Georges...

We've looked for you everywhere.

We're leaving.

Answer your mother.

You're packed?

Have you gone mute?

Why are you taking your suitcase?

- I'm leaving.
- So are we...

I'm not leaving with you.

I'm not going home.

What are you up to?

Goodbye Mom, I'll write as often
as I can, I promise.

I'm not angry with you,
you have no choice.

You can't do that...

Yes. I won't live
with you anymore.

- Where are you going?
- There is a seat in Mr. Vigorelli's car.

I'll take care of it.

Are you happy, you bastard!?

First you turn me in,
now you take my son.

I didn't turn you in,
thanks to him.

Weren't you involved,
I might have done it.

As for the rest, he's over 18,
old enough to decide.

Don't blame your father,
he has his faults like everyone else.

- And?
- You have to understand...

Goodbye Mom.

He'll be back when he's hungry.

Kids need their parents now
not like in the old days.

We'll be in Paris tomorrow.

We're all on first name basis here...

And it's just by the... the sea.
So you turn right and you're there.

So, it's over for this year, Loulou.

We didn't feel like staying.

See you next year then.

Well, Mr. Lajoie, I'd rather you
didn't come back.

What happened to our first name basis?

Don't come back Mr. Lajoie.

Not next year, nor the year after that.

Never again.

It's all for the best.

Fuck it!

And this victory,
worthy of the antiquity,

that would have pleased
the Baron of Coubertin...

Like my brother in law says:
"Tartarfione should be president"

It would be more fun.

You saw him in the flesh
during your holiday, Georges?

You too Mrs. Ginette!

What's he like?

Is he as friendly as he appears on TV?

He's quite an ordinary guy.

He's rather handsome,
and well-mannered.

He kissed me on the hand.

- You don't say?
- Yes.

They took a picture during Intercamping.

Look, here we are beside him.

And here are the Schumacher's,
some friends from Strasbourg.

And this is the Colin's child.

I remember,
she was raped and murdered by an Arab.

You knew her well?

Yes, since she was a baby...

Drop it.

Isn't that Leon Best by her?

What about Leon,
didn't he come home with you?

Change the subject, please.

Georges is right, bad memories those.

The Arabs really ruined our holiday.

We showed them!

Sand-niggers.

Those bastards, they knew
we knew they did it.

We gave them a real beating.

How many were there?

- And how many of you?
- 3 or 4.

You should have seen them
running away, shitting their pants.

We showed them who's the boss.

After all, this is our country...

Don't be a fool...

Don't be a fool...

Remember my brother?

My brother.