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After being sold to France in 1768,

Corsica saw waves of nationalist movements,

which reached their peak with armed conflicts in 1976.

Nationalism spread and divided Corsica.

Part of the young generation stepped in.

In the 1990's, the FLNC (National Liberation Front of Corsica)

split into 2 branches, creating political turmoil and violence.

Organized crime rose. Opposing movements took form.

A young generation of Corsicans was drawn into the conflict.

Have a great time.

I left out your paperwork.

There was stuff for work

and tax papers.

I don't know the exact address though.

"Residence...

"of the Islands."

Yeah, I'm fine.

The weather...

It's sunny, then it rains...

The flat's great though.

I'm at ease here.

Everything's fine. I'll let you go. Ciao.

Do we have a problem here?

Come on! Move it!

You have 7 new messages.

Today at 9:74 am.

They killed Christophe.

They killed him.

It's all your fault, Stéphane.

It's your fault they killed him. Why aren't you here?

They found him this morning...

They burned him.

It's all your fault.

Sté!

I'll go to the funeral,

get my stuff in Bastia and get out of town.

I'll sort everything out.

Now's the time.

It's now or never.

I'm done with Paris.

You taught me about responsibility.

You didn't raise a coward, so I won't be one now.

Especially not for my friend.

- Stop crying. - Don't.

Stop crying!

Crying is for the dead. I'm alive.

Stop...

Come with me...

Come on, Lionel.

Please.

The Cross...

The Lord on the Cross...

A young man lying down

he no longer sees the day

but he will see Heaven

and the joy of the Lord.

May his family find peace.

He will never be alone

with Christ at his side.

Let me do it.

BASTIA, A FEW YEARS EARLIER

Come on!

- You're torturing me! - I'll get you!

Take that off or move it over.

That's it.

Why don't you put these horns on?

It's not cooked!

You're right.

She's right!

I'll give you... Hold on.

I know you're over it, but finish what you started there.

There's only 4 months left.

Just make sure you pass your exams.

Then you can talk your Mum into anything.

She won't buy it

if you give up and leave Aix,

before your end of year exams.

You'll fail your year, and you'll be back in Corte.

I'm not going there!

It's for losers!

And what's more,

I know it won't work out.

There's not just losers!

There are some guys... If I hang out with them...

The danger's not the losers.

It's the other guys.

You attract losers.

I'm warning you. If I go there, I'll get in trouble.

That's not what I need.

I wanna leave Aix, 'cuz there's no culture there.

They all want me to hang out but I'm not into that.

In Paris...

I wanna go to Paris, I deserve better.

- You're telling me he was a genius? - Obviously.

Well he died a loser.

He was a billionaire. He could own your entire family tree!

You're the loser.

Stop that, Stéphane.

Well, he's dead now.

I'd prefer to live his life and die young

than live like a cockroach.

You fucking cheer when people die, don't you?

What did you say?

Didn't you cheer at the International Days rally

when men claimed responsibility for killing that kid?

Should I remind you of his name? You all knew him.

Robert Sozzi. Was he a loser too?

Don't look at me. I wasn't there!

You're such an honorable man!

- Don't jump to conclusions. - Own it!

I've always been clear about it.

- About what? - That I own it.

To cheering the death of a young member?

Or keeping quiet when he was killed?

You agreed with what they did!

- Why do you get so worked up? - I said not to invite him.

- He's my brother. - Well he's a jerk.

- Stop judging people. - He's King of the Jerks.

Where are you going?

They think they invented TV.

- Who? - The North Koreans.

They made fake videos,

simulating bombings on Washington. They're fired up.

- They're in place. - What?

They are!

What are you on about?

The guy knows everything.

He's got informers.

He looks like them a bit...

Your family must've strayed a little.

Thailand.

Really?

Watch out, dude... When I go to Thailand...

Know what I'm sayin'?

Well, my great grandpa...

- Sure he's your great grandpa? - He dated a hooker.

- Really? - Yeah. But she was a he.

It was complicated.

The whole shebang!

I said if you take the tablets twice

they'll have the reverse effect!

Come stay for a few days. We can hang out.

- Your place... - It's worth it.

I always offer, you never come.

- Well? - We could come over.

It's never easy.

- What isn't? - Work and stuff.

Will you introduce us to some girls if we go to Aix, Lionel?

- You're asking me? - Of course.

- You've always had pretty girls. - It's a gift.

True.

Waiters use charm, but you have a gift!

The prestige of a waiter. That's it!

King Lionel.

When are you heading back?

After New Year's.

- For how long? - Just after New Year's.

- So then you'll stay in Aix? - No, I'll leave after.

Can you take something for us?

Sure.

- Really? - Yeah.

Go get the bag.

Are you gonna take the boat?

I can.

- Really? - I can. I will.

If you need me to.

- Don't feel pressured. - I don't.

It's great if you don't feel pressured.

Put them away.

That's dope.

Yeah. I'll take it.

- It's OK? - Yeah.

Nice.

Don't show them off to the girls or anyone.

It stays at your place.

- Someone will come get it. - Got it.

- Who wants champagne? - There he goes!

Give me the...

Watch out!

Not at me!

Merry Christmas!

Let's try to make progress.

Now,

according to your legal records,

you can be detained, in Paris, a while.

A while?

Around 2 years, in temporary detention.

- 2 years? - Yes. Are you surprised?

Still pretending to be a model student with nothing to hide?

- I'm not pretending. - Sorry?

I'm not pretending. I'm studying Political Science.

I'm planning my future.

This is about the present and your past.

How can you state you're not politicised

whilst hiding weapons used in terrorist activity?

I have Nationalistic friends.

Who you hide weapons for?

No.

If not for them, for whom?

A cousin in the village or a shepherd in the valley?

Who are we talking about?

I'm hear to listen to you, young man.

I am not politically active.

I'm apolitical.

Are the hidden weapons apolitical too?

They've been used in political, terrorist acts.

I was lent a bag. I didn't look inside. And now I'm here.

Let's hear the facts from the beginning.

Where were you during the International Days in Corte?

At the beach.

Court Clerk, please note the question:

"Where were you in August '97, during the International Days in Corte"?

The accused replied "At the beach".

OK, go ahead.

Morning. Walk.

Walk!

The door...

Hey, what are you reading?

The Demon?

Do you know him?

Sure.

I know who he is too.

Know what we call you here?

It's not very nice.

Mongoloid.

Who calls me that?

Guys in the prison. It's not nice.

Think it's clever to do time for nothing?

You're inside for people without your values,

intellect or morals. That's stupid.

I know those bastards. They're ruining my work.

They're betraying our youth.

Do you know why you're here?

- In jail? - Yeah, in jail.

- Destiny? - Destiny!

You're insane.

Destiny for sure, but shame first and foremost.

You're ashamed.

You're ashamed and unlucky.

I'll draw your portrait, like those from your lost generation.

You're from a good family.

It could be considered upper class,

if we had that where we come from. So let's say good people.

I'm sure there are honest people among you

but I didn't like what I saw.

You should say the majority, that's what it is.

Don't talk about individuals

and members that are most visible.

Sorry but they damaged your fight, in public opinion.

Try to remember everything, not just that.

Remember that at one point, the fight

helped Corsica break from mortal immobilisation.

You have to remember that, fuck! People were implicated in that.

Their faith was intense.

You only remember problems and divisions

or tensions between some people.

Where are we from?

From a Mediterranean island, that, in the 60s

was the poorest island in the Western Mediterranean.

But Corsica was free of violent acts.

Do you understand? We were supposed to disappear.

It was planned that way.

The State and its colonial policy

were trying to denature us.

Thankfully, there were men

who were aware of it

and ensured that this land is no longer so poor.

- You're right. - But don't just...

I'm sorry and I hate it...

I'm sorry and I hate it, it's true...

But remember the positive side too.

We come from the depths.

The leader shouldn't put himself before the fight.

He's right.

Period. Look what happened.

5 or 6 years ago, we were successful in the elections

and now we're fighting. Why?

Because our leaders put themselves first.

And that's the truth.

We're their puppets. We're cannon fodder.

Look where we are now, while they dine with the upper crust.

Bravo.

- I can look at myself in the mirror. - We all can.

Some of them outside,

can't be proud of themselves.

- We know that. - But no one cares.

People do care.

People aren't stupid. Don't take them for fools.

How will this kid get it if he only knows the problems?

He only knows about divisions and egos.

He has no idea of the essence of the fight.

We can teach him.

He has no idea why he's here.

He knows a little.

- He's scared. - Of what?

Of getting involved politically.

I'm younger than you but I'm ready to do what it takes.

You're on your bed, waiting.

- Questioning violence. - Is politics about fear?

Is it about courage or fear?

Lower your voice!

- Why are you here? - You're not at home!

I got caught for one reason.

I took action to save my land.

I did many things for my people,

not to line my pockets.

Why don't you write me?

Don't be a pain. I don't like writing. I make mistakes.

I don't care about the mistakes. I want to know you're thinking of me.

I do think about you!

Sure you do!

I'm a mess, right now.

A mess?

- What do you mean? - Don't know.

Are you seeing someone?

You're having an affair?

I don't wanna talk about it.

No way!

I saw a guy a few times.

I don't care. Who is he?

It was nothing. It's over.

- Know what that does to me? - You asked.

Then lie to me!

We have to be radical.

Corsica's a card game that everyone cheats at.

The State, us, the neighbors. Everyone.

- So we flip the table and fuck it up. - He's right.

Everywhere needs cleaning up.

Can we rely on these people?

Of course.

We can use them for that.

You have the key, the solution.

- I don't know his friends. - That's true.

We don't know your friends. We need to meet them.

I'll introduce you...

If you know them and vouch for them...

I'll introduce you. You decide. They're capable of doing it.

Fine.

What can't we do if we're with you?

There's no restrictions. I can't control what you do.

But the structure has bosses and a hierarchy.

If you have stuff to do, do it. But that's personal.

- But not in its name. - That's incoherent.

With unmasked extortion, you can't work with them one day

and on your own the next.

If you do, you're out.

- You must run things by François. - Exactly!

- That's not it. - How is it then?

Look,

how will we find funding?

Extortion, Revolutionary tax, or however we can

and we'll get some money back.

All your other drug deals or hold ups or whatever,

have nothing to do with the structure.

Don't associate them to the movement.

- Drugs and Nationalists don't mix. - People talk around here.

If you go unmasked and claim responsibility for the structure,

anything else you do will be claimed too.

- Your face is known here. - Be careful what you do.

If you want to join the structure,

but you're doing things that can harm you or the movement,

don't do them.

- Just don't. - We'll make the choice.

We're planning things worth big bucks right now.

Will we with you?

- It's not just about money. - What's it about?

If I have to stop selling weed, what do I do?

Lionel's question is:

if he keeps selling weed, will someone take him out?

No, that's unacceptable.

I have a life outside politics!

That's your personal stuff.

Can you guarantee that? It has to be certain.

You wanna keep dealing to Arabs?

As long as I don't lose out.

I'm just happy to help him.

It's not just about the money.

What are you, a communist?

I'm not going to risk my neck for some guy I don't know.

It's not for François.

It's for Corsica, not for him.

Who do we ask for authorization?

Imagine you want to blow up a house.

It's just an example.

Are you going to do it for François

or 'cuz you can't build there and the land was sold by one of us?

It's not always about money.

We owe explanations, but not to anyone.

François and Marc-Antoine are not just anyone!

What do you do that's important?

What better could you do than fight for your island,

and your people?

You'll have money, don't worry.

As long as I make even and don't lose money.

- Do you earn that much? - I earn enough.

- You must have faith. - He's right.

- Otherwise it's not possible. - You should do stuff for nothing.

Once we're with them, we're untouchable.

OK, but we stand united.

Of course.

I can see it coming. I don't wanna be with guys I don't know

in the middle of nowhere.

I don't want someone telling me to go to Corte and him to Ajaccio.

We stick together.

- Of course. - OK then.

You bet.

You OK?

Let me introduce some friends.

Christophe.

Lionel.

Micka.

With relative opacity, each generation must

discover its mission,

and then fulfill it or betray it.

In under-developed countries, former generations

resisted the erosive work of colonialism

and prepared for current struggles to come to term.

The struggle, fight and actions are what we'd die for.

We have to lose our habits. Now we're deep in the fight,

to minimise the actions of our fathers.

They fought the best they could with the weapons they had.

Even if their actions didn't have an impact, internationally,

it's not through lack of heroism

but because of a different international context.

- So another political assassination? - Yes, whatever it's called.

It took more than one colonised person to speak up,

more than one tribe to rebel,

more than one repressed peasant revolt

so that we could hold our heads high in victory.

Our historical mission,

those of us who have decided to break the bind of colonialism,

is to organize all revolts and desperate acts,

failed attempts or bloodbaths.

What are you willing to do for your homeland?

Die.

Have you already seen a man die?

- Not yet. - You think you could?

I think so.

Politico-Military organizations

have begun bloody confrontations.

We are not the FLNC,

we are a legitimate army.

The army of the people.

We owe explanations to the people and to no one else.

We are an armada.

We do not intend to remain clandestine,

but will fix what needs fixing and mediate.

Our objective is not to oust other clandestine structures

but to serve as a guide

and, ideologically, rearm this country's youth.

And strike each time the peoples interests are threatened.

In the face of these circumstances,

we solemnly announce

the birth of our organization.

French State, assassin!

FLN! FLN!

MAFIA OUT!

DANGER: MINES

Corsica hasn't seen such a night for a year. 56 attacks

in the early hours, between 4:30 and 5:30 am,

scattered across the island.

Small detonations in Bastia

caused damage to banks and public buildings,

including a job centre and post office.

In the last few years, many clandestine movements,

more or less short-lived,

announced their creation before shortly disappearing thereafter.

This time, however, it appears this organization is here to stay.

Yes, but this seems all too familiar,

especially in that they announced it at a press conference.

I was with you last night, by the way.

By the way,

I'm not coming tonight. I'm busy.

I'll lose face.

Just say I'm sick. I'm really anxious at the moment.

Why would they care about someone like me?

You're doing it for me, not them.

You say things but never do them, as usual.

You piss me off.

That's selfish. You do nothing all day,

or night. Then say you're anxious.

You're chronically stressed!

It's cuz I didn't sign up in time for my internship.

You out on the town tonight?

With your bitch of a cousin?

- To talk about nothing? - You always put me down!

I don't! You prefer hanging out with losers.

And you're not a loser?

You'd meet interesting people if you came.

Everyone wants to meet them.

In your dreams.

You're better than the rest!

You're so up your own ass!

Nothing interests you.

Other than yourself.

It's depressing.

Date someone else then.

They come cry on TV,

so your average Frenchie thinks it's bad.

But at the same time,

they're in Paris and know nothing about us.

They talk about stuff they have no idea of.

So, what's the plan?

Go into town and get the others.

I have to get go Delia, or she'll knock my head off.

She's with her friend Karine.

- Don't start. - What?

Did you break up or not? Make up your mind.

What?

He was with Raphaelle.

You're an ass.

- We just slept in the same bed. - Yeah right!

I'm not saying anything else about her.

I said: "You're a yoyo!"

I saw Marine again.

Just before your wedding?

- That's nothing to do with it. - Really?

I didn't want to see her. She's harassing me!

I had to give in at some point.

That's nice for Vanessa.

Don't bring up Vanessa again.

- What do you mean? - I know what you're up to.

- Give over! - Are you crazy?

This is Stéphane.

I was telling Lionel...

The deal was almost signed.

Have you already met this guy?

Of course, many times.

So he screwed you! Go on, tell us.

Ask Lionel, he was there...

3 days earlier, a Portuguese company,

trying to expand in Bastia right now,

came out of nowhere,

and lowered the prices

to Portuguese prices.

I have staff to pay.

So I'm not gonna lower people's wages

because Portuguese fuckers do 12 hours for 200 francs and live like...

I played the game. Know what I proposed them?

A partnership, so that me and my company

look after the lots at the back, over there.

I proposed that so we're not stuck. We made an agreement.

I don't understand a thing.

Did your orders go through?

Tell them.

Of course they did, Stéphane.

Of course! He got screwed and put all the money up front.

I supplied everything. The workers were there,

we were there 3 days before.

You know what? I'm drinking yogurt for an ulcer.

So after a while, that's enough!

I decided to close the door and leave.

Just so we understand.

Now that you're losing millions, you call us, right?

He got screwed!

That's not why I'm telling you.

What really pisses me off and I can't let go of,

is that fucking Sardinian who thinks he's at home here.

He's so arrogant.

OK, I get it. You revolted for political reasons.

Exactly!

- Social reasons too! - Right!

That's brave of you.

What you don't understand

is that you use foreign companies. Do you get that?

I don't care where they're from, I care how they work.

You don't care? So you don't want to use Corsicans?

Do you want Corsicans or not?

If you don't, it's OK.

You put the money in an envelope, every month.

So his cousin has the money. Get it?

Are you kidding?

Each decision you make has consequences, that's life.

We're creating a balance.

What I want to say to you,

is that I'm already paying bigger fish than you.

You think I'd take all that on, without protection?

I'm not a fool.

So where are they?

- You don't know them. - Where are they?

- You have no idea. - Call them!

Call them!

Tell them you don't need their protection, OK?

From now on, we protect you.

We defend the people's interests.

You can use foreign companies. This is not North Korea.

Look at him when he speaks.

But there's a tax on it and we'll use it to do useful stuff.

Training his cousin, for example,

if he needs to learn something,

it'll provide it for him.

My cousin's on the ball.

You're lucid, you have foresight, you know this is a war zone.

You're helping the war effort. You should be happy.

- I'll be ruined. - I don't give a shit.

We'll be back in a month and you'll pay up.

How are you?

He wants to see you. Then we can go to dinner.

Go for it!

My baby's getting married!

I'm not a baby!

- Why "baby"? - I've known you since you were a kid.

I'm not old.

And neither are you.

I'm off.

See you later.

- Good evening, gentlemen. - Good evening.

How are you?

- My lawyer, Mr Giudicelli. - Evening, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen, minister.

Former minister.

You can conserve the title.

But not the man!

Stéphane, from back home.

Two glasses, please.

I hope we're not interrupting?

We were talking about Corsica.

Marc-Antoine, are you sulking?

Come sit with us.

Sorry, I can't refuse the Lady Mayor.

Lady Mayor! Cut the crap!

Let me have him for a while.

We have to go, sorry.

Is that guy from Counter-Terrorism?

Look, learn, observe and let it go.

It's full of ladies tonight.

Mr. Wang, future director of French public TV, God willing.

Mr Belvez, former Cabinet Minister to Jean-Pierre Chevènement.

His wife Delphine and Rose-Marie, my press attaché.

Philippe, come take the photo.

- Let's get a photo. - Sorry, I didn't recognize you.

A photo with this bad boy!

- Think hard. - I already have.

That photo's worth a lot.

He's pinching me!

That'll look great.

We can put it in the album.

Look it says "mobsters". He got it!

Is it the journalist you explained things to?

Doing those things ruins our reputation!

Do you want a medal?

French journalists don't get it and they're lazy.

Do you need their approbation to do things?

- Rubbish. - So do things for yourself.

I'm fed up being the token criminal. I work hard too!

I've had enough of being a henchman.

- Marc-Antoine's much worse. - Shut up!

If you don't want to be a henchman, then don't!

Then, I have to explain to the young guys.

I know what we're doing. I don't always agree,

but at least I understand.

François, if these kids go off on their own

they'll say it's their right. How you gonna deal with them?

They don't get it. We install slot machines in Toulon,

then place a bomb in Paris

that isn't meant to explode, because he has other plans:

like going to the ministry of Interior to deal, you know that?

It's best they don't understand!

They're useful because they don't understand!

Thank God they don't!

You think our members are interested in the world?

I'm not talking about that!

Tomorrow, young kids are gonna do things on their own behalf!

How will you manage them?

I won't! If all they think of is money and filling their pockets,

then let them die!

Winter '94 was explosive.

It was a huge operation, involving 4 villas,

which were part of a large-scale housing operation.

The project was financed by an Italian group

with the help of local speculators.

Do you regret those things?

I don't think there can be regrets.

If Corsica hasn't been sold off,

or covered in concrete like the Italian or French Rivieras,

it's because there was resistance. People were against it,

and bore arms to defend it.

Do you mean the Mafia?

The Mafia

is the fusion, the symbiosis of crime

with political, economic and administrative powers.

Today, in Corsica,

we've seen a prelude to this phenomenon.

Left wing or right wing doesn't mean much in Corsica.

We join up due to affinities and services rendered.

You get a construction permit because you know the mayor.

If you're a member of a powerful clan, the law can't touch you.

That's been everyday life in Corsica for decades.

Corsica, if backed by local officials, could become like Sicily,

despite social structures and traditions being different.

Several ingredients have come together today

for a Sicilian-type evolution.

We will be,

we are,

several who oppose this.

There are 10 like that coming.

You said there'd be actions!

What about the hotel complex?

- To use for extortion? - Maybe.

You should've blown it up.

You made fools of yourselves at the court house.

That's different.

There was a manifesto in the car for the Prime Minister.

They decided to keep it quiet.

I agree that's bad for us.

It's better to show we have the means to strike.

Don't talk to me about acts, that's not what you're about!

Your leaders have other priorities.

- Marc-Antoine? - Who else?

Tactically, he's a monster.

You should think about my offer, José.

Talented guys like you, aren't put in the limelight enough.

I don't care about that, or I would've joined after prison.

The young guys want to be with us, not you.

François likes guys who use their heads.

We need good soldiers, like you.

Your Front is against this island's structures, the State and the mob.

You won't make it.

We'll see.

It's not 3 separate things. You don't get it.

No, you don't.

You're too ambitious. You'll end up with everyone against you.

They use scapegoats to get to the top dogs.

I wish someone would talk to me like this.

Be very careful

who you trust.

They were everywhere. As if coming out of the ground.

Because of that bitch.

I saw my clairvoyant last night.

Earlier, when I called you

I got up for some fresh air.

I couldn't sleep...

I saw it on my shirt, right away.

There was a stain, just a small one, nothing at all!

But...

my name..

rains terror on people, right? I know.

Get a cell phone, we've been trying to get you for ages!

I came 'cuz I heard something.

There are guys in the area who shouldn't be here.

When?

They were here all day, yesterday, in 2 cars. That's not good.

One of them is a young shepherd. He won't hesitate.

We know him. He's an assassin.

Let's go up.

I'm just saying, they intend to harm you François.

The info comes from Marc-Antoine and our guys.

It's true. We need to strike.

Hard and fast.

What is your opinion, counsellor?

If we strike, we're declaring war.

- They declared war. - We need preparation.

It's self-defence.

If someone is intentionally threatening François,

it's self-defence.

I agree, but it's a vicious spiral.

OK, so let's kill the shepherd,

but we have to prepare for counter-attacks.

Preparation is needed.

We need to start with him.

All hell will break loose. We don't know who they are.

The problem's not the shepherd.

Attack a hill but consider the mountain behind.

I think we need to prepare the logistics, so tomorrow,

we're not faced with a group of people we can't contain.

I'm also thinking about François' protection

and all of us here.

Take it as a mission: he who declares war has to know

he will lose against us.

We have to catch him, scare him then finish him off.

- We'll find him, no worries. - Then we kill him.

First we protect François. Then we prepare for war.

We need to know if we have enough men able to fight.

That's it.

Then comes politics. At some point we'll be questioned

and the people will want to know why we did this.

We need to know whether we will claim responsibility for it.

How do we go about this?

We claim responsibility.

Listen, it'll speak for itself.

Paris reads in one way. Corsicans read in the streets.

- What message are we giving Paris? - Paris...

We'll kill its men.

The real criminals are the politicians in Paris.

The State exploits the situation in Corsica.

They've left mobsters on the loose here for 20 years

to get rid of nationalism.

- Will we talk to them? - Of course.

- With Paris? - Of course.

We'll see.

- I don't care about their agreements. - Right.

No need for agreements with Paris.

What I'm interested in is here,

hitting hard, so they understand.

I want these cunts, who extort my people,

youth, steal my land,

who are burning my homeland,

to start getting scared.

If this murder serves that purpose, then so be it.

- What's up? - Nothing.

- What's going on? - What were we saying?

That Sté is too invested.

What's going on?

You really wanna know?

- Whatever. - So I won't tell you.

- You won't sleep if I do. - Yeah right.

We're gonna shoot that guy.

- Really? - Yeah.

Keep your mouth shut!

Who are you gonna kill?

A guy. For the movement.

Don't tell your girlfriends.

Do I ever?

Now they'll know who they're dealing with.

Move it!

You OK?

My fucking stomach!

François had that kid, close to Fieschi, killed.

I don't know anything.

Promise me you had nothing to do with it.

Forget it.

Hi. You OK?

Yeah and you?

- Can we talk? - Sure.

It's about the money you owe Christophe.

- From the gambling den? - Yes.

We have to find a solution.

- It has to be dealt with. - I know.

- You owe 20,000 francs. - I'll pay.

How?

It's all planned.

Don't worry.

How much can you pay per week or month?

What is it to you? You're getting a cut?

- No. I'm just here to help. - Christophe's our friend.

- Mind your own business. - His gambling den is important to him.

And...

you're screwing it all up.

Everyone knows you're not paying.

Your friend's an idiot.

He should work it out on his own.

He should run his den. If he can't, it's his problem.

He's talked to your uncle and your entire family.

He shouldn't have.

Well, you won't talk to him.

What a team!

You hang with Bastia's cunts now, Cédric?

Shut your mouth.

He should watch his mouth.

Mathieu,

get everyone a drink,

even those on the terrace.

We're going on a trip

because we love each other.

See how we love each other.

I'm so happy, Christophe. I'll make this right.

I'm gonna give you 500 francs.

This shows my goodwill.

Here.

We'll see about the rest.

- I'll tell you what... - I'll pay.

I don't want your money. Go see your uncle

and tell him I'm the boss now.

- Watch your mouth. - Tell him.

- I'm the boss now. - Respect my family.

- Let him deal with it. - You're a cunt.

Tell your family I'm the boss.

- Have some respect! - Go fuck yourself.

- You go fuck yourself! - Shut up.

I don't wanna hear you!

Stick the rest of your money up your ass!

What are you gonna do about it?

I don't want your money. Tell them.

Get out of my sight.

What, are you gonna shoot me?

Where do you think you are?

You're making a big mistake!

I was working things out, asshole! He was gonna pay!

He's a dumb fucker.

You're the dumb fucker!

Why did you come? I told you not to!

So he wasn't gonna pay me?

- I was on it. - I won't get my money.

You get us in shit, every time!

Are you with me or not?

This is crazy.

Don't forget.

Forget what? What?

- I always defend you. - No you don't.

You get us in shit!

Every time you're in trouble, you call and I come running.

When you were in jail, people talked shit about you

but I always defended you.

They mocked you, I stepped in and they got angry with me.

You prefer to be friends with them, no worries.

- You're immature and selfish. - Sure.

- You act like you're 20. - I thought you were my friend.

Sort your shit out!

This isn't over. And now we're involved.

I'm young. I have my life before me. I'm not settling down now.

- Do you think that's what I want? - I didn't say that.

I've never asked you to marry me!

Stop making everything about you.

I'm here now but tomorrow who knows?

What? It's true.

Who knows what'll happen tomorrow?

Right now, we know...

Thinking about tomorrow makes me nervous.

- That's cheerful. - At least it's honest.

There are times when we're not together.

- Right? - Where are we then?

Don't you get it? I said it's not my thing.

It scares me to see people invested in something meaningless.

It's like dying.

You don't believe in anything.

I believe in many things, but just not marriage.

You don't have faith in us.

Do you?

This'll be short.

But,

you're my brother. Nothing compares to that.

Your motto is:

life has no price but has a cost. Mine's: until the end.

I love you bro.

I met Christophe when I was a waiter.

He drank 46 coffees per day.

He never went to school.

He played cards and drank coffee.

And he really busted my balls!

Later, we were wild!

We got us some pussy!

Sorry...

- Thanks Lionel. - No offense, Vanessa.

But we did enjoy tourist seasons, if you see what I mean.

OK guys!

Who wants a drink?

You do!

Do it!

It's a no-go for sure?

Don't worry, it'll go down smooth.

You'll be sick afterwards.

They killed François!

Assassins!

François, talk to me.

Did he say anything?

He's gone...

What did he say?

What did he say before he died?

That if they got him, they'll get us all.

My heart's bleeding.

I've lost a friend.

A brother in arms.

I'm not here to cry,

not in front of you.

You all knew François

and how he planned his life as a member.

He wanted to taste victory.

He knew true sacrifice.

You're here at his funeral,

and in the hours and days that follow, there'll be talk.

Unanimous condamnations,

typical blah blah... But François was far from typical.

Killing

a man like François

took an extensive alliance

and compromises

between the ones calling the shots

and the traditional powers.

Some will rejoice in his death,

but let it be known:

we are moving away,

slowly but surely, from peace.

White chips!

Use the blue ones!

Only blue ones.

Mr. Pretentious!

Mr. Money Bags!

Do you want a straw, Michel?

This drink's very strong.

- I'm not ruining my life. - Yes, you are.

Just like you did.

Wish me better luck.

- That's what I'm saying. - Don't tell me I'm ruining my life then.

Go for it. What's stopping you?

- So admit you're homesick! - No, I just wanted to be here.

Did you see who Marie's with? I know him.

He's mad and has blood on his hands. What's he doing here?

What's wrong?

Tell him to go!

Who?

I don't wanna die on my birthday. Why is he here?

It's my birthday too.

This is my house and no one's leaving.

That guy's got a piece.

He ain't got a piece. Stop stirring shit up all the time!

Having fun?

What's the problem?

Is there a problem?

We need to sort something out, outside.

Come outside with me.

Sit down!

I said sit down!

Get out!

You know what? My friend's fucking your wife right now!

Come on guys!

Where are you, you cunt?

Go that way!

We'll get you, you cunt!

Come out, show yourself!

Where are you, you cunt?

Hello!

Nice village you have here.

Thanks.

Any houses for sale?

Just ruins.

Would your son want to see us?

Who are you?

Does he or doesn't he?

You do have a son, right?

I have a gun but can't shoot?

Why would you? We're not assassins.

So they show up and I can't shoot them? That's a pussy move.

I went to see my uncle.

My aunt told me he wasn't in.

But I know he's there.

- What? - He doesn't want to see me.

The entire Milieu is after us. Wake up!

We're alone in this, believe me!

I have my wife. Period.

I'm getting organized.

There's a worked-up gang of kids, packing piece's, outside my house.

Anyone who passes by takes a bullet. They won't see it coming.

They'll come down heavy on us? We're nothing.

Yeah, it's Sté.

I know who did it.

I know the cunts who did this.

I'm gonna massacre them.

I swear I will. You understand?

Tell them, I won't give in!

You have 3 options.

Either you stay here and hide out like some members,

or you ignore me and carry on as if nothing happened

and think you alone can avenge François' death.

You're alone. Get that into your head.

If you do, you'll be dead within a week.

Forget Marc-Antoine...

He has 15 bodyguards with him, permanently.

He has politicians and networks...

You're not on the same level as him.

Even if he uses François' death for political reasons,

you have to accept, the movement's lost its head.

It's over, you lost.

What will they say the day you and your friends die?

You'll have nothing.

No military honors, no compassion, nothing.

The guys after you, have free rein to exterminate you, one by one.

The State will turn a blind eye.

I'm telling you,

so listen.

You're lucky. Your family can help.

You can go live in Paris.

When I'm there, I can help too.

Nothing can happen to him in Paris.

If you stay here another week, you're putting yourself in danger.

And your family too.

- He can go to my cousin's. - In the suburbs!

In the suburbs...

You can come to my place, if you want. But you must get out of here.

How long?

For now, I'd say don't count on coming back.

You shouldn't be here.

I know who you're dating.

OK.

You pretend to be shocked

and then date someone who could kill me!

You're hysterical.

See how it feels?

See?

This is Stéphane, leave a message.

It's Christophe.

I'm gonna do it.

I know I shouldn't, but I've no choice. They've got my godson.

This shit's my fault.

Fuck...

I know I shouldn't go...

But I have to.

I don't know what to do, bro.

I've got to go. I'll call you. I'm scared to death.

I remember Pierre. It made me sad.

I remember where I was when they told me.

We had coffee together at my place, the day before.

It was Boulevard Paoli at 7pm. Remember?

Mid-August, days are longer then.

We heard helicopters.

- And that kid, Laurent? - Awful.

Eight of them jumped him. He had no chance.

- He didn't seem that important. - Still, he was neck deep in it.

- It's not always random. - It never is.

It's still horrible.

- It's no secret. - Not at all.

They want to be thugs and have easy money, it's no surprise.

- Many fall but only a few succeed. - It's selective, for sure!

Take Bastia,

how many kids have been killed there?

Off the top of my head, I'd say easily 12, 15 or more.

That's nothing new.

Most of the kids from my class were assassinated.

You brought them luck!

A real four leaf clover!

They were all involved in bad business, drugs, weapons trafficking...

The usual.

Not to mention politics!

They were from respectable families but they were done over.

That doesn't mean a thing.

Some didn't fit the bill.

Well, none of them did.

No one.

They were sweet, intelligent,

some had potential, they weren't just anybody.

- Meaning? - They weren't from bad families.

Don't give them excuses.

You always consider their destiny, their karma... Sorry,

but when you don't want to work and still earn easy money,

buy fancy things, fancy cars,

scare people on the street,

have girls hanging off you...

It's not like that for all of them.

They wanted to be famous.

And that's what they were.

Is that all you have to say?

The classic schema.

What's happening to your son is nothing new.

It's always been the same.

But my son's not dead.

True.

So, shut up!

She's upset enough already.

Eat up.

What can I do?

I need someone to help me get him out of this mess.

Where's your son now?

He came for the funeral. Then we're going to Bastia.

He'll hide then come to the village with me.

He will never be heard from again.

He should go back to Paris.

We can't tell a 27-year-old what to do.

He can't stay here.

You know what you're doing at 27.

- If he stays, he'll get killed. - So let him get killed.

Poor thing.

What would you do?

Your son should never have gotten involved "with them".

That's the rule.

If there's an issue with them, he can't stay.

Doesn't he have a girlfriend?

You're crazy!

I'm trying to find a solution. The poor thing...

She's desperate. Look at her.

A girlfriend lifts you up.

Only a woman can do that.

Everyone knows a mobster's girlfriend has no brain.

Look at you!

Bitch!

You little whore!

They swarm around you. You sleep with everyone.

You should know.

Stop it! This is her house!

My son is nothing to them.

As Valérie said: "When it's a matter of blood,

"rules are rules".

- What's with the sweater? - I'm cold.

I'm getting sick.

You don't have a fever.

I have to give an interview.

What interview?

A friend of Patrice's, from a magazine, asked me to do it.

The guy wants a portrait of the troubled Corsican youth.

You know the kind.

You have to look after my sister.

I'm done for.

Take care of my funeral too. Organize everything.

Do it quickly.

Don't waste any time.

I want flowers.

I wanted to talk to you.

You know I left home at 15

and everything I did was against my parents and against conformity.

Having you young, being a wild activist,

while my family was right wing for generations...

I didn't bring you up how I wanted, how I should have.

I didn't listen to you speaking about politics.

I know it wasn't a discovery for you,

that it was more a reconciliation, to get closer to me.

I should've listened to you more.

I especially warned you about...

about manipulation.

And you always told me not to worry,

that you had moral limits.

Remember what you always said?

"Even an illegal act is legitimate if it conforms to justice

"and your conscience.

"No matter how many opponents you have."

I messed something up.

I didn't listen when you wanted to talk,

or explain things to me.

Come with me. Get your bags and let's go to the airport.

Just the two of us.

There's nothing for me in Paris.

I have to be here.

I just want to be left alone.

I'll go up to the village and stay there.

We're gonna get out of this, OK?

Hello.

See you later.

I thought you left.

Lena Maria, look, your godfather's here.

I'll be back.

One, two, three, four...

There...

It's recording.

Ready whenever you are.

When I was a kid, I saw someone die in the street.

Not sure how old I was.

Ten or eleven maybe.

No one stopped me from looking.

No one hid my eyes.

Maybe no one noticed I was a kid.

I remember it vividly,

it was noon, on a hot day.

The guy must've been going home for lunch.

Two guys came out of nowhere and shot rounds into his head

and arms.

Something didn't seem right.

It wasn't that I didn't know humans contained so much blood,

but I was waiting for someone to say

that it wasn't for real.

I remember getting an instant headache

as if I had a hole in my head.

That pain really scared me.

It took me a while to understand what it was.

It was rage.

My rage is uncontrollable,

it takes over me.

I can hardly breathe because of it.

I know the people who did it.

I mean, who killed my friend last week

and who are trying to kill me

and who'll succeed,

Probably.

Even if I'd prefer they didn't. I want to live, I pray for it.

But it's not sure I'll be here next week.

The clandestine group I was a part of, and fought for,

despite straying, as you say,

in its aim was political, revolutionary and Marxist.

The criminal groups that strike today have private aims.

There's a huge difference.

I know how I got here and I accept the consequences.

The guys you talk about, my friends, accepted them too.

It's clear we were used.

Once everything was over,

there was no one to help us out of the mess we were in.

No one.

Who could have helped?

Not our parents or friends,

not our loved ones.

It was too dangerous,

too risky.

- Are you scared? - No.

Can I cite your name?

Of course you can, you must.

Give my name.

Write it down.

A VIOLENT LIFE

Subtitles by Nick Haughton

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