All language subtitles for The.Good.Life.2013.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC

Get up, lads,

Come on.

Gee up.

Gypsy, get in the back.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

THE GOOD LIFE

Look, look.

Cute dog!

Come on.

It stinks here.

- You're heavy.
- We're unlucky.

It's your fault, you're ugly.

This is good!

What is it?

You like it.

I'm pleased.
It's a success this time.

You separate the liver,
heart and cheeks

from the rest of the meat

then add them later
so they stay nice and tender.

But what is it?

- It's hedgehog.
- No way! We said never again!

- You promised.
- Lucky you got the heart.

You like it? Here.

That's nice of you.

- How can you eat it?
- I love it.

- How many pots are left?
- A dozen.

We'll only make money
with our cheese this year.

- We could work for Denis.
- Sure!

Just for a day.

We need the money.

Pierre, do you want for anything?

- Are you serious?
- Do you want for anything?

No. I'm OK.

People always create needs.

Behind every product
and every service,

there's a dead tree
or a man slaving away.

The lap of luxury!

Maybe not, but I'm exploiting no one

and no one's exploiting me.

Neither exploiting nor exploited.

If we want honey,
we need to buy some queens.

It's too late.

Even here we're not spared.

Nature took millions of years
to find its balance,

We've fucked it up.

We're screwed.

We're going to die.

"You'll see one day, children!"

Go on, take the piss.

What's that?

Missing

It's started again!

Why would it stop?

Fucking hell!

None of that in here!

Sit down.

What?

Please.

Eric found it 20 kilometres away.
The valley's full of them.

Right.

We have a choice.

Either we hide here,
we stay put and don't go out,

but it's risky
and it would be for while.

Or we move.

I'll call the lads.

They might have something for us.

Aren't you going to ask us
what we think?

What do you want to do?

Stay here.

Hey!

I don't care.

I don't fucking care.

- Where are you going?
- For a smoke.

He could have bloody waited.

It's pouring out!

It always has to be a hassle.

Whatever we do is a hassle.

Nothing ever goes right.

We live like Gypsies!

Not even.
Gypsies live in groups.

We're on our own,

we're nothing,

we have nothing.
- Are you done?

Why can't I take my driving test

and get a car?

What'd you do with it?

I'd go out,

I'd go into town,

I'd go clubbing.

I'm sick of being a virgin.

Amusing, huh?

Just look at it!

Bend your legs.

I can do the washing-up.

Go to bed.
You're knackered.

- Right...
- Goodnight.

Thank you.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- You're scared.
- Me?

I'm not scared.

Hey.

Remember, at the market?
With the cute dog.

I'm with my brother.
Want to dance?

Get lost, gyppo!

- That guy's nuts.
- It's looking bad!

Calm down, lads!

I'm gonna get him.

Fucking leave them alone!

Leave them alone!

This feels so good!

You're a bloody nutter!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Wait!

No!

What's wrong?

What's he doing?

It's madness down there.
You have to go.

I can't do anything for you.

Where's Pierre?

- He's taken off.
- Go pack.

- Will this ever stop?
- Move it!

What a fucking jerk!

Go around the back!

We're gonna get them!

The horse has gone.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. It's gone.

There's no one here.

Or here.

- What's that?
- Gypsy. I want to keep her.

- That isn't what we agreed.
- I didn't. I'm keeping her.

- Did anyone see you?
- No.

You're looking well.

Yes, I'm fine.

Where's Pierre?

I don't know.

Do you remember me?
I'm Eliana.

I know.

I heard you'd moved to the area.

Just a few months ago.

I was wondering if you'd call.

I didn't want to risk it.

You just turn up without warning?

Do you want us to go?

No, but you can't stay.

Right. I'll leave you, boys.

- She's weird.
- She's worried.

You'll get 2 years at most.
They might grant you a remission.

- And if you apologize...
- No way!

Are you mad?

I did all this for them,
for their good.

- And they know it, believe me.
- Sure!

I've had enough.

She'll never give up,
and you know it.

Give yourself up, huh?

That's up to your father.
It's good to have a choice.

And what am I supposed to do?

Calm down. Eat.

And don't worry.

I will if I want!

You know this life is pointless.

Always moving,
leaving everything behind,

changing names, lying...

Do you enjoy it?

You're big now.

You can fend for yourself.

Your future,

your education,

thought of that?

I dropped out of school.
I work in a hotel.

- That's sad.
- It isn't. I chose to.

My life isn't my job,
it's other people,

the people I support, I help,

I love.

It's you too.

Sylvain, it's your life.

But he'll be sent to prison.

He's accused of kidnapping,

child abduction.

It's serious,
but he'll defend himself.

That's dumb!
You don't kidnap your own kids.

We wanted to be with him.

We've never regretted it,
even after all this.

She wants us for herself,

for selfish reasons.

Stop! I've heard it all before.

Jérôme's room is free.

- What for?
- You can stay and think.

And you get to keep Dad.

The police has found out
the troublemakers

- 2 brothers aged t 6 and t 8 -

were hiding in the mountains
under a false name,

with their father Yves Lescun,

who is wanted for child abduction

and has been given
a 2-year sentence.

He raised his 2 sons in secret

after refusing to return them.

The children, Sylvain and Pierre,
were 5 and 7 at the time.

According to the police...

Her car's a heap of shit!

I saw a garage nearby.

If I find the part,
I can maybe fix it.

You stay here.

If people stop, just reassure them.

Say your dad's gone
for a tow truck.

It'll be fine.

Gypsy!

Get in.

Gyp, shush!

Hurry up!

You have to call Eliana.

Why me?

- My face was on TV.
- So was mine.

Come off it!
You were 6 on the photo.

Be careful.

- Hello!
- Hello.

I don't want him in here.

- No need to get angry.
- Why not?

I don't want him in here!

Raphael...

Come on, pumpkin.

Excuse me.

t 8.50.

Has it been through the wash?

Yes. My mum forgot.

Goodbye.

I'm back!

We have to wait.

- How long?
- At least a week.

The cops have our ID.

They found the station wagon guy

and went to Laurent's,
so she won't move.

Not right away at least.

And Pierre?

No news.

Right.

I found fishing gear in the boat

plus hammocks and blankets.

It'll be like a holiday.

OK, maybe not a holiday.
But it'll be alright, you'll see.

No one will look for us here.

You know, about Gypsy,

I had no choice.

We always have a choice.

Yes, but...

Shit!

- Sleep well?
- Seen my underpants?

Are these yours?

Hang on.

Here, catch!

Are you on holiday?

Yes. Actually, no.

I came with my dad for his work.

- What does he?
- He's an electrician.

At the station?

- What?
- At the nuclear power station?

Ah no! That isn't his thing.

Not too bored?

No.

- I've got a bite.
- I'll go see.

Got it!

Here.

Thanks.

What have you caught?

Look.

- It's a good spot, huh?
- No, terrible.

Keep them. My stepmum
will scream if I bring home more.

Are you sure?

Gotta go.
I'm babysitting my kid brother.

Bring me the basket tomorrow?

I'm Gilda.

Franck.

See you tomorrow.

I live in the village,
in the grand house.

What's for dinner tonight?

You found a good spot.

No, terrible. See?

We've always been cold.

We haven't, not always.

In the red caravan,
the windows wouldn't close.

Remember?

Yeah.

We had Thunder at the time.

Do you remember Thunder?

Course. I loved her.

You fell asleep on her once.

The saddle and stirrups
stopped you falling.

Back then, you slept all the time.

I pretending to.

I liked listening
to you and Mum talk.

- Not having more?
- No. I'm full.

I wonder where he is.

He didn't take anything.

What's this house?

Let's see.

It's old.

What is it?

Your mum wanted to buy it.

Why didn't you?

Because we're travellers.

We always lived in caravans.

But she wanted that house.

It was just a whim.

It lasted a few days then...

she forgot it.

She loved our way of life.

She'd studied, she was talented.

Where is she now?

- In Orleans. I told you.
- No, you didn't!

- I must've told your brother.
- But not me.

If you had news,
you should've told me.

- What difference does it make?
- Maybe Pierre's there.

Do you want to go too?

Maybe I do.

Go on then!

I've never stopped you seeing her.

Hey Franck!

Why are you here?

I've got your basket.

I'll come down.

You OK?

Here.

- Want to swim?
- I've no trunks.

I'd forgotten.

Get on.

By SMS.
Can you imagine?

He dumped me by SMS.

He wanted a break

He was scared
of always being with me.

It was shorter by SMS.

He just wanted
to on holiday without me.

I hate it when guys lie.

He was a wimp.

That's for sure.

Your ears are big.

Really?

Huge.

And your mum?

- What?
- Don't you live with her?

No.

Are they divorced?

- She's dead.
- No kidding!

Mine's dead too.

Don't be down.
It makes me sad too.

When was it?

When I was small.

Mine died 5 years ago.

I was on a school trip.

My uncle called to say
my parents had had an accident

and Mum was in hospital.

The doctor said she'd be OK

but it was serious.

I often think of her.

Every day.

- And you?
- What?

Do you think of her?

My only memory of her
is when I was 5.

We went on holiday
in a little camping car.

It was the morning.

I was still asleep

but I could smell hot chocolate.

I could hear the gas stove
and my parents whispering.

I felt something touch me.
It was cold.

It was my mum.

The tip of her nose
was always cold.

With the tip of her nose,

she liked to stroke
my cheeks and neck

to wake me up.

That's all.

What?

- Are you Catholic?
- Yes.

- Why?
- I don't know, it isn't common.

And?

Hasn't it kind of had its day

religion and all that?

What are you on about?

Well, I mean
no one goes to church anymore.

People have got it.

I mean...

they won't be fooled

by all this talk...

of miracles.

Life after death,
that's a load of bollocks.

Is that so?

It doesn't wash with me.

You're so smart.

Going to church
used to really do my head in.

Besides...

in my town,
the priests were uptight.

"Hallelujah!
God is love!

"Jesus is back. Joy!"

You get the picture.

Then I grew up
and understood why I went.

Everyone thinks it sucks,
but I love it.

That's my dad!

Come on.

Hi kids!
My old cuckoo can fly, see?

This is Frank.

- Hello.
- Hi Frank.

Did you build it?

I had it made
but to my specifications.

You have to be a DlYer
to have a machine like this.

But now... it flies.

There's a storm on the way.

- Who wants to join me?
- Want a go?

Done it before?

Just a spin.
The aerodrome is there.

No, it's OK.

Jerk!

Know where the aerodrome is?

It's a t 0-minute ride.
On the right bank.

Meet me there?

Promise?

Promise.

Where were you?

I went fishing.

I went higher up
and got caught in the storm.

All day?
Why are you lying?

- You're a liar.
- Yes! A professional.

I have been for t t years.

- Why get angry?
- It's you who's angry.

We're going to make it.

I want you to stay on the island.

Stay with me.

You were gone ages.
I was worried.

I need some sleep.
I'm sick.

I don't know what it is.
My tummy's upset.

I'll do it.
You'll get it everywhere.

- You OK?
- Better.

Here.
We have to get out of here.

Call Eliana.

Off you go.

Hello!

Hi.

Know it?

No.

Gilda's out.
She'll be home soon.

Do you want a drink?

You want a drink.

Here. Sit down.

What's that?

Nothing.

Is your DTPP vaccine
up to date?

- Yes.
- It needs disinfecting.

Yes. I know.

- Why are you here?
- I was chatting with my pal.

What about?

What we were discussing?

I'll do that.

Leave it!
I'll do it.

I liked that cup.

Stay there.

Where is it?

There.

He needs watching on holiday.

At his surgery, he controls himself.

It'd be terrible otherwise.
But here it's a disaster.

The locals think it's funny.

They buy him drinks.

He's a pain when sober.

I don't like it when he's like this.

Like what?

He tries to be clever.
He drinks loads.

"I'm chatting with my pal."

"My pal Frank"
What a load of crap!

Where were you?

I'm here.

Is that you?

That's nothing!

- Can you watch your brother?
- Not right now.

- Why not?
- I'm with Frank.

- What are you doing?
- Porn stuff!

- Is she cool?
- No, not really.

Have you met her?

No. I've seen her in the street.

What did you think?

She's pretty.

Sorry about the other day.

Where were you?

Dad was replacing someone
so I had to stay put.

You were gone ages.

You could've warned me,
you could've called.

You're all bloody pains!

What's up?

My dad's moving jobs.
I'm leaving.

Your dad...

You're t 8, you're on holiday.

Can't you stay?

Won't you stay?

- It's OK, I get it.
- You don't.

I do! It's crystal clear.

Dad isn't moving jobs.
He doesn't work.

- He doesn't work?
- No.

- He isn't an electrician?
- No.

What's wrong with him?
Out with it!

- And your mum isn't dead?
- No.

That's disgusting.

It isn't my fault.
I have to lie.

It's for my dad!

He's wanted.

- Great!
- I swear.

Who's he wanted by?

I'm Sylvain Lescun.

My dad is Yves Lescun.

He got a 2-year sentence
for child abduction.

He's been on the run
since December 24 2000.

I promise you.

You can always check.

There are posters everywhere.

OK, let's see then.

I don't believe it!

Believe it.

That's crazy!

Hang on! Let's see.

Thanks.

Where's your brother?

He left.
He'd had enough.

Why?

We're always moving.

Aren't you sick of it?

Yes.

Why leave then?

I can't abandon him.

But you haven't done anything!

No.

Do you want to leave?

No.

Stay with me then.

"August 8 t 995."

You lied to me!
You're just a kid.

You're t 6.

I'll be t 7 soon.

Yeah, soon!

Kid!

I've found you a hideout.

You'll be safe
but you'll have to work.

- You leave tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

At t 0am sharp.

Exit 23 on the A77.

Philippe will be there.
His registration number ends in 27.

- Hello?
- I've got it.

Pierre called.

He gave me his number for you.

Alright.

You OK?
Where are you?

We had some trouble but we're OK.
Where are you?

- In Orleans.
- What are you doing there?

- I'm working.
- When will you be back?

I'm not coming back.

And you?

Come and join me.

- What about Dad?
- Are you his hostage?

Just come here.

I'm working in a bistro.
I've got a wage,

my own room...
- The good life, huh?

Yeah, it isn't bad.

- I've got plans for us two.
- What?

You'll see.

Will you come then?

New clothes?

- You shouldn't steal.
- Get lost!

Why are you doing this?
Why take risks?

Do you want us to get caught
and me to go to prison?

What's the problem?
Me stealing or you going to prison?

Bloody hell!

I've done my best
to ensure you were good guys.

And you want to be a thief?

Are you and your brother
planning to fuck about?

Do you want to go to prison?

All three of us can go!
The judge would love that.

If my kids get caught,
she'll have been right.

I spoke to Eliana.

She found a job for you,
looking after horses.

Right.

That's good.

But I'm staying here.

Is it it then?
Are you quitting?

If you quit, I will too.

I'll turn myself in.

It's up to you.

Do what you like,
I'll do what I like.

- It's the same thing.
- No!

Is this about that girl?

I saw your sketches.

Does she know
who you are?

- Did you tell her?
- No.

You did.

- Everything?
- No.

Does she know where we're going?

- I'm not going anyway.
- You are.

Come on.

Don't cry!
You never cry.

Write to her.

Say your grandma is ill.

I'm sick of lying.

Are you in love?

Are you?

That's fantastic!

Write to her.

Tell her the truth.

Tell her who we are
and why we have to go.

Just don't say where to.

Tell her you'll come back.

Because you will.

Alright?

You'll come back.

When will you be back?

Admit you enjoy it.

You're not responsible
or innocent either.

It's easy.
You can just run away.

- I'll come back.
- When?

Let me sleep now.

Get in.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Alright?

Want my bed too, huh?

I'll bring you your breakfast!

What's wrong?

Stop!

You don't scare me!

He's sick.
He needs help.

- Bitch!
- If you don't like it, go!

Stop this.

I want an apology.

- Apologise at once.
- No way.

- Fucking slag!
- What?

Fucking slag!

The horses.

Get a move on!

Sleep well?

OK.

What's the bag for?

Leaving?

I'm joining Pierre.

You know where he is?

Yes.

Is he OK?

Yes.

That's good.

I can't stay here.

I know.

I'll mess things up for you.

- My coach is at 8:20.
- Here.

That'll do. Thanks.

Maybe I'll come see you
one of these days.

What?

I'd like to know
where you're living.

Tie your laces.

When the cops come,
I won't run away.

- I want a trial now.
- We'll be there for you.

We'll defend you.

I know you will.

You're a good guy.

I won.

You too, Dad.

Here!

Are you brothers?

Remember the year
we went to school?

- How long did we go?
- 3 months.

Felt like ages.

The teacher had
an Advent calendar.

It was a big house or a chalet.

Every day,
a student could open a window.

What are you on about?
Why bring that up?

These windows reminded me.

Each window had a character,

a different story.

We left the day it was my turn.

Hang on.

I don't believe it.

You couldn't open your window?

No.

That's all I miss about school.

But you see,

I still think about it now.

Hang on.

Have a go, bro.

Hit!

Did you go see her?

Drop it.

Did you see her or not?

Yeah, I saw her.

From a distance.

I barely recognised her.

What was she like?

I don't know.

It was weird.

How so?

I don't know.

Drop it.

Did she see you?

Are you mad?

Very good. Well done.

Do you want a biscuit?

See you soon. Goodbye.

- Say goodbye.
- Goodbye!

Come and get a biscuit.
They're strawberry flavoured.

Would you like one?

Come on.

Mummy, I want to ride my bike!

Down you come.

Come on.

Yes!

I want a kiss.

Give me a kiss.

For Camille and Samuel

Subtitles: Eclair Media