Original subtitles

I WANT TO PARTY. MY ELEPHANT TRUNK

IS TRAILING ON THE GROUND. MY HEAD IS A BATTLEFIELD.

COME RUMBLE WITH ME TONIGHT!

- What's taking so long? - Coming!

- You OK? - Yeah.

Painless.

- Let's split? - Yeah.

I think I'm gonna puke.

Really?

So what's the plan?

We missed the last train, we're in butt-fuck nowhere.

Well...

We'll go see the water.

- Find a boat like last time. - Last time?

We'll improvise.

Your plan sucks.

If you're not there tomorrow, won't there be hell?

No. I doubt it.

It'll take them 3 days to realize I'm gone.

Plus, I've got the nurse in my pocket.

I love when she pats my butt before an injection.

It's like she's spanking me.

Hear the keyboards, Flore?

Sounds like whale song.

So, knuckleheads...

Have you decided where you want to go?

By the river.

There's no river here. It's a wasteland.

I'm going to Dijon. I'll take you, end of story.

Not a bad look for you.

Not bad at all.

Hey, Charon?

Does Dijon have a waterway?

There's nothing.

There's mustard in Dijon.

Let's blow this popsicle stand.

So where are you coming from?

The hospital.

I ran away.

What were you doing there?

I dunno...

No, I just...

I went because nobody could stand my face...

Myself included.

I have to puke.

Look straight in front of you.

Don't move your head.

Actually, I'd...

I'd sneak stuff past the register where I worked.

So I told my friends.

But they went overboard, took 500 bucks worth.

Those bastards got away, and I ended up in custody.

I had to get out.

So I banged my head against the wall so they'd think I was crazy.

Why?

So they'd think I was crazy!

And so my mother wouldn't worry too much.

What do your parents do for a living?

Our parents aren't very alive.

What's your job by the way?

What does a job on me...

are the forces of darkness.

What are the forces of darkness?

It's when you can't see anything,

but you have to keep going anyway.

It's simple...

you always sink into the night.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Loud, huh?

Want one?

No thanks.

Sure? I don't like sugar, but these are yummy.

It's my Ramadan. I can't eat.

I flipped it around.

For me day is night.

Watch out for the thorns.

Why do I follow you, Arthur?

Scumbag.

Arthur, my terror.

Arthur of woe.

What?

Come here.

Can you spare a finger?

Just one.

I'm hungry!

You've got 10, you can spare just one.

It's common decency.

Common decency.

Come on!

Flore!

Stop it.

Stop it!

Hear that?

Know what it is?

What is it?

Howling Redskins who are after us.

I want to go swimming...

We'll transport Flemish wheat...

Fuck, it's back.

What is?

The stomach thing. Like I'm about to puke.

So puke.

I can't, I tried.

Shove your fingers in.

Deeper.

And rotate.

Wait, let me try.

There.

There. That's it.

Keep going, there.

Stop, please!

This is bullshit.

Hear that?

Listen.

Maybe it's an insane asylum.

Maybe they live out here so...

nobody can hear them, so they can't bother anyone.

Or maybe it's...

The witches' Sabbath!

Don't you want to see... their bare asses in the night?

So far it's only music, Arthur.

I don't see anyone there.

Maybe it is just music.

Let's go see.

My mother's funeral was in the summer.

Last summer.

I remember it was so sunny,

it was almost blinding.

My vision was constantly blurry.

Even the coffin was blurry.

My little sister was glued to me.

I tried not to cry, you know?

I couldn't let myself cry.

In front of people.

In front of my little sister.

I just couldn't.

So I figured...

they'd think it was the sun in my eyes.

See, Arthur?

One day the sun passed into the night.

- What's wrong? - What do you mean?

You're all white.

I'm always white.

This time you're white as death.

You're death.

Let's try again...

I MADE MY OWN COURSE DOWN THE PASSIVE RIVERS

Subtitles: David H. Pickering, a.s.i.f.

Subtitling TITRA FILM Paris