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*Indistinct remarks

-Listen, as always.

*... Tomorrow's the wedding, Mom.

*...

Tell me, by the way, about that...

Er...

I won't be able to make it tomorrow.

*... I'm so sorry.

*... I have something to do in Calvi

and I'm not going to be able to...

*...

No, not tomorrow. I'm meeting someone.

*... A friend.

*...

I know it's tomorrow, the meal, but I can't be there.

*...

Mom, I'm not doing anything to you.

*...

But...

*...

Mom, I can't come, I can't come. That's just the way it is.

Not to upset you.

Listen, Mom, I have to work early tomorrow.

*... All right, all right. No, it's not just me.

*... Yes. All right.

I have to work early tomorrow, mom, Love you. Big kisses.

*... Kiss, kiss. Bisous.

"Un bacio è troppo poco", (Mina)

...

Great! Jean-Jo, don't take your eyes off her!

Look at him, Jeanne!

OK! Great.

...

I'm going to ask you to kiss each other.

...

OK, great, now look at you.

Stay on your knees.

Take a look. Look at her.

...

Great. Now stand face to face, forehead to forehead.

...

OK, you stay there and then you come to me.

...

-Can we hold hands? -Of course you can!

...

Then look at me...

Super.

...

Nickel.

...

Take a look at yourself.

...

Good evening. Good evening. -Good evening. Good evening.

...

... Fracas

...

(-Who wants coffee?)

(Would you like some coffee?)

(Would you like some too?)

-Thank you for your time. -Are you done?

Crying in the distance

...

... The door opens.

Crying in the distance

-Joseph... -Joseph...

...

...

Comments in Corsican

Crying

...

-My little girl, my little girl...

...

Church bells

...

-Jean-Michel, my condolences.

-Thank you.

-Hello, Joseph. I'm very sorry about Antonia.

Religious song

...

-Jean-Michel, for the music stand.

-I've got one, I'll take it.

-This can't be... -I know it can't.

Crying

Gentle guitar music

...

-When he offered Antonia

the 1st camera she had ever held,

his godfather, Joseph, was still in the seminary.

A few months ago,

she had a passion for family photos

which she examined for long moments.

Antonia's godfather thought

that she was interested in her origins.

Yet the enigma that captivated her was not this one,

but consisted in the existence of the trace itself.

She learned to develop her negatives

in the effluvia of chemicals

and get it right.

And even so, she wasn't satisfied.

It wasn't until the summer of 1979

she took the 1st photos

that she deemed worthy to be preserved.

That summer, Pascal was 21 and Antonia found him irresistible.

Corsican song

...

*... Hubbub and cheers

*...

-Xavier!

*... ...

-Give me some white wine!

*... ...

Xavier, white wine! Tavernier, drinks!

*... ...

*... Shots fired

*... Cheers

*... ...

-Wait, wait, wait.

In Corsican

...

...

Shots fired

...

Corsican song in the distance

...

-Oh, Simon!

Oh, Simon! -Stop it. Stop it.

-Good pizza!

Hm... That's your Italian origins!

Laughter

-This is the best night of my life.

...

-Come on... -Hm!

-Stop it!

Give him some water. -I'll get him some water.

-A la 12! Calzone a la 12, please!

...

-You too can get started!

...

-Huh?

-This is the best night of my life.

We had a great time, brother.

-They're everywhere.

Shall we go back?

People sing.

...

Men argue.

...

-On January 6, 1980, the TV news announced

captured by autonomist militants had captured in Bastelica

3 armed men suspected of being spooks,

commissioned by the of the Interior

to murder one of them.

...

They wanted to organize a press conference

before handing over the prisoners to justice.

In response, the state sent them armor and CRS.

*It's in this hotel in Ajaccio

that have been entrenched for 3 hours

members of the autonomist collective

who are holding 2 people accused of parallel activities.

This is now a certainty,

the 3rd man was an accomplice of the autonomists

responsible for infiltrating parallel police forces.

*TV News

*...

-Pascal.

*...

Pascal!

In Corsican

-Antonia never knew where or how

Pascal joined the group

entrenched in a hotel on rue Fesch

whose customers they kept.

They hoped to to invite the press,

instead they were locked in for 48 hours,

in an atmosphere of civil war in Ajaccio.

Crowd protests

...

Deep music

...

He gives an order. Gunshot

Hubbub Broken glass

... ...

Shots

...

-Take it!

-A CRS was killed

and others wounded by a gunman who was never found.

...

The panicked policemen killed a woman and a man,

who could only be blamed for being at the wrong time.

...

The group agreed to surrender,

as long as it is to the gendarmerie

not the police.

They were allowed to go freely from the hotel to the police station

carrying their unloaded their unloaded weapons.

Pascal was referred before the State Security Court

and placed in detention at the Santé prison.

*-Any death the irremediable happens

sometimes for many years between communities.

For me, that's what counts,

is that this irremediable never happen again.

-He fights for his ideas, OK.

But he also did delightful things.

It's not right that he drags you into his business.

In Corsican

-It takes me nowhere.

He tells me about his ideas as little as possible.

What he does, what he doesn't do, he doesn't tell me.

I don't want you to worry.

-No worries"...

My daughter, I couldn't bear to know you're in custody.

Just so you understand. If they break the door,

this is where they'll break it and come for you.

...

Ideas, ideas, I had them too when I was his age!

I wanted to start a family, have children, watch them grow up.

Isn't that a noble idea, too?

Ideas can be lived, say...

You don't have to shoot at facades or people!

I'm not arguing with your feelings,

but when you have what's in his head,

you go it alone!

We don't train young girls.

-He talks to me about nothing again.

-He talks to you about nothing...

Does he talk to you about anything?

...

He has just returned to prison.

Everyone sees how he gesticulates,

it won't be long before he goes back.

And what are you going to do in the meantime?

Me and your mom, will pay for the planes

...

Is that what you want?

-What do I do? Do I date with someone I don't like?

Is that what you want? -No, I didn't say that.

I'm just saying: don't make me die now.

-I love her, Daddy, and I'm not gonna pretend like I don't love him.

Storm

-Antonia wrote to her almost every day.

She took photos for him.

The friends who waited for his return, the deserted alleyways,

the arrival of spring, and she sent it to him.

Pascal told him not to be alarmed if he didn't reply much:

he didn't like to write and prison life was monotonous,

he wouldn't have had much to tell her.

He watched for her letters of his letters and photos

and he told her he had no regrets,

that he couldn't wait to see her again and to see again what, thanks to her,

still existed at least in image form.

Mysterious music

...

-You're coming home, aren't you?

...

He's on his way home!

...

... Horns

... ...

... Cheers

... ...

-I'd like to thank our friends for coming tonight,

In Corsican

...

My son is here, that's all that matters.

Cheers

...

... Corsican music

... ...

... ...

... Hubbub

... ...

-Pascal paid Antonia to Antonia.

She was so distressed

that she didn't have the heart to rejoice at her release

or even talk to him.

Melancholy music

She didn't dare move and resented staying exposed,

unable to escape.

...

-Antonia!

Anto!

What are you doing?

Are you leaving?

-Yeah, I'll get it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry,

I don't feel... staying, I don't feel comfortable.

I hate people who leave, I don't want to take the spotlight from you...

I'd rather leave, but really...

Go ahead, go back, enjoy it with your family, your friends...

-I should have come to see you sooner.

Thank you for all your photos, for your letters.

It's not just talk. Antonia.

-I'm glad it helped.

-As of tonight

and all the nights he didn't disappear,

at the same time, Antonia and Pascal met again.

So Antonia was Pascal's wife.

Corsican music

Although she wasn't directly involved directly, she also lived

this period of political and protest.

Antonia's godfather had taken several parishes,

including the village,

and his goddaughter's love life annoyed him to no end.

...

He had nothing against Pascal,

but he would not admit that Antonia's destiny

was so sadly drawn.

... Indistinct discussions

... ...

... Laughter

...

... -Disgusted! We're done!

Well, what are you doing here? Respect the dead. Thanks for your time.

...

Mysterious music

...

-They arrested him again. -What's going on?

Excuse me, sir. Just two minutes.

Sobs

Who did they arrest?

-They arrested Pascal.

...

With Jean-Jo.

They came for them this morning...

... It's not fair.

-From now on, we're going to stick together.

On the other hand, I don't see that you're sad and you're showing it.

One. Two: heads up.

High, please! Because there's nothing to be ashamed of.

They did what they had to do.

That's why we're keeping our heads face and stick together.

Is that clear? And two... whiskys. You, too.

-She's right, isn't she? It's just a plane ticket...

At worst, you go up to Paris with her and that's that.

I don't know, right now,

Xavier is in custody with Simon...

We'll have to wait and see.

Camera shutter release

-Just one more and then we can drink!

There you go. Thank you very much!

-Thank you. Applause

...

-Antonia had started out as a photographer in a small agency

of "Corse Matin" in 1984 when she was just 22.

She was on her way back from Nice

where she had spent a barren year at university

with Madeleine and Laetitia.

A year of endless festivities hanging out with nothing but Corsicans.

-... go back...

-Antonia's godfather had sent his photos

to a friend who worked at the newspaper,

which may have helped to hire him

despite his age and inexperience.

Although, in truth,

no special experience was required

to illustrate local features.

-The information we have...

-The editors knew she was in a relationship

with a political prisoner.

His new job, unsatisfying as it was,

had enabled him to gain his independence

sooner than she'd imagined.

She had left the room of her childhood

for an apartment in Ajaccio which his mother had inherited

and that she couldn't resign herself to sell.

Since his release out of prison,

Pascal spent the night at her place several times a week,

and that was adulthood.

Not so much to have an apartment and a salary,

but simply to sleep with Pascal in a bed

rather than in the back seat of a car.

She took her own photos.

None of the scenes she photographed

an event,

but his photos revealed the reality of life.

This idea appealed Antonia,

but when she looked her photos,

not everything was clear in this story of truth.

-The question is not "fictitious jobs for Corsicans",

is "how did it get there"?

It's the state's puppet! -The real question,

why can't a Corsican take a managerial position?

Why aren't we not competent?

-They'll talk about connivance.

Under his lens,

all his friends evoked tormented characters of tragedy.

-How do you get your head with your sex stories?

-Well, life, it's the story of life!

-Whereas the problem was the total absence of tragedy.

-Everything could be so simple, why do you stay with Jean-Jo?

-You're crazy, don't ask! -I'm not. Why is that?

Horns

-What fascinates me is that nobody saw anything,

not your parents, not Jean-Jo, not us. I don't know how you did it.

-That's all I need.

-That's right, how did you do it?

-How did you explain

your comings and goings several times a month?

-I'm a monster at lying, okay?

I'll put anything to anyone.

That's all there is to it.

The store I'm setting up, I had to see the suppliers,

brand representatives... I'm ready for anything!

Planting my parents when they need me.

Ca... Sell the chain coral christening...

Nothing matters anymore, it's him, his skin, his mouth...

What do I love most about him? The smell of his hair!

Han! I put my face in it, I go crazy.

He makes me feel crazy, you can't imagine.

Oh, plus, he dresses toc de bien. But really!

-In itself, dating with a Frenchman...

-It's nothing to do with that. Nothing at all!

-Is it better or worse?

-Of course it's better!

That's the problem. It's stunning.

-I find this one a little less interesting, but...

As you wish, this one too, I think...

-I like that.

-How about this one? No ?

-Yeah. At the very least, you can see the balls...

For me, you can send these three. -These three? This one, right?

-No, it's... It's no use, this one, from behind...

We're going to a murder. Tomorrow, we're going to a murder.

I...

-There's a moral side too too!

-Just a moment. Some people are photographers like you,

they're journalists like me...

From one day to the next, they'll be an accident or a murder.

It's someone in their family. How do you do it?

-Well, I don't know, you don't.

-Someone else will do it for you.

-Sorry, there's something that comes first.

Morality comes first.

-At some point, you have to have the thing...

the ability to put aside the emotional!

-It's a question of morality and ethics.

-Well then, you'll have to change jobs.

-But no, you don't have to change jobs.

You have to ask, ask.

-If you don't ask, we'll never say no!

99 times out of 100, they'll say no. It's their son who died.

You think they're going to tell you "it's all right, just take the picture!"

-It's the job of taking a photo.

-No, they'll say: "no, thanks, no photo".

-Well, too bad then, too bad.

-So we do nothing?

-We don't take pictures of people who don't want to.

-That's what journalists do. -It's stealing a moment.

-Everyone's flying!

-I don't fly! He laughs.

... What?

No, but what?

-... who would have made a joint statement,

listen to what he would have said...

"Hail to thee." (Bérurier noir)

... Pascal is heard indistinctly.

... ...

...

Prison hubbub

...

... Key jingling

... ...

A door opens.

-Kneel down.

Is that you, Leccia?

Is that you, Leccia? Oh! -Eh... Eh...

Fireworks

Keys jingling

...

A door opens.

-Hey. Hey, wake up.

-Is that you, Salvatore Contini?

This is for Guy Orsoni.

Fireworks

-In Lyon, the trial of the trial of the FLNC commando

who, in June 1984, broke into the Ajaccio prison

to execute Jean-Marc Leccia and Salvatore Contini,

responsible for the kidnapping and murder of Guy Orsoni,

a well-known nationalist activist.

Terrifying rumors about Salvatore Contini.

A torturer and murderer who gave, it was said,

the martyred bodies of of his victims to the pigs.

At the time, no one had any doubt that the murder

of the young militant was piloted by government departments

in a dubious union with members of organized crime.

*-A year ago,

Guy Orsoni, our militant has been kidnapped,

tortured and cowardly murdered.

As we announced at the time, retaliation has begun.

A few days before their trials,

we give our full support support

the 3 members of the FLNC commando

who sacrificed themselves to avenge his death.

For months now,

the police and prefectural authorities

the team of thugs, known as the Valier,

that they could soon enjoy total impunity

in exchange for the kidnapping of our militant.

This operation was the culmination the criminalization campaign

against nationalists

associating them with stories racketeering, circles, etc.

-Antonia recognized Pascal's voice.

She realized she had to know

faces hidden under the hoods

and this depressed her deeply.

When she pressed the shutter release,

it validated this staging different from reality

which existed in expectation

its transformation into an image.

The whole thing didn't seem honorable.

Come to think of it,

the overwhelming majority of photographers

were not an honorable profession.

-At 23, do you know what's going on? -Yes, I do!

-You've been working for 2 years,

you took 10 photos, you know the business.

-In any case, I know what interests me.

-What are people interested in?

-This is a historic event and we're not going to cover it up?

Are national newspapers will cover what concerns us?

-National newspapers, that's their job,

they will be covering a nationwide trial.

You're missing the point,

the essence of "Corse Matin", is proximity.

We're a Corsican newspaper!

I'm not a nationalist, you know that!

We need to provide information, It's all about proximity.

What do people like?

They like obituaries, they want to know who died.

Don't look at me like that!

They want to know who died. If I don't look at the column,

I can forget that a friend lost his father,

I meet him, he pulls a face.

We call, you can make a phone call,

you can visit. The obituary!

Sports, I know you don't like it,

is the essence of "Corse Matin"!

I don't know... life in our villages,

life in our villages, proximity,

is the essence of "Corse Matin". The news...

-The Lyon trial, isn't that just another story?

-Of course it's news!

Covered by all the French and international media.

We're on our way, "Corse Matin",

we'll add a photo the same thing,

we're going to do some reheating.

-Either way, I'll be there in Lyon!

-I know you'll be in Lyon, no problem.

On the other hand, you will be there as an activist, a woman,

but not as a photographer for "Corse Matin"!

-So nobody covers.

-It's not your problem who goes or doesn't go.

There's still a boss in this company!

I'm the boss. So you do as you're told!

If not, you can set up your own your own agency, no problem.

You hire your employees, you take pictures,

you can work for "Libé"...

You have ambition, you want to succeed in the business!

-The point is, there's something important something important.

He wants to assert his authority. -Yes, of course he does.

-There's an event,

but since he wants to assert himself, we won't talk about it.

We'll let "Le Monde" go.

Of course they do. Yes, national newspapers...

Why we should cover what concerns us,

why not "Le Monde"? Obviously.

-Doesn't he understand when you say that?

-But he hears nothing, he hears nothing, he's crazy!

I'm disgusted...

There was so much things to do...

But without accreditation, I couldn't I couldn't take any photos, so...

-Anto, you didn't have it, the accreditation, so...

-There were things so strong. Not to mention politics.

I'm talking about about the tragic!

Now it's over, I'll never be able to do it again.

At least they don't mind.

Performing from a distance...

-You take the state in your face.

You don't make the concession, but you get life.

-That's not the point. -It is the point.

-Of course not.

-What is it, then?

-This is the situation we're in.

That of a colonial state which organizes

the elimination of a political activist.

It's a state crime and that's that. -We agree.

-And the State botches the procedure

that's not the reason the FLNC into the prison.

It justifies even less the moderate for our militants.

They deserve to be set free.

It's up to the state to take responsibility and be condemned.

-I can't take it anymore.

To hear about trials, prison, murder...

What happens now?

What do we know? We don't.

You never know.

And my mother calls me every day, asking me all kinds of questions:

"Are you taking the car with him? Who's home?"

I can't take it anymore, I'm cracking up now. I really am.

We don't know what you can say at home,

because sometimes you're bugged.

It's heavy, really.

*Rhythmic music Indistinct chatter

*... ...

A knock at the door.

...

...

In Corsican

-A cup of coffee.

-Forget the coffees, we're not staying.

Mysterious music

...

-When Pascal was arrested for the 3rd time, in March 1989,

Antonia didn't run to take refuge against her uncle's shoulder.

She knew she couldn't endure either the waiting

nor the looks of compassion.

On his tombstone, his name would not be engraved,

but more soberly "Pascal's wife",

and that would be justice

because the center of gravity of its existence

would always have been located outside itself.

It would be obviously prohibited

to complain about the selfishness of her lover.

Who could call selfish

someone who sacrifices his life and his freedom for a political cause?

-They have nothing, as always.

I'm going out.

-When? -We don't know yet.

A few months, a year maximum.

I'll hold.

-Pascal, this time, I won't wait for you.

This time.., I won't wait for you.

This situation, is a never-ending cycle:

you're going to get out of jail, and then you're going back,

and I'll still be here waiting for you.

-What do you mean?

-I love you, but I...

I don't want that life.

And I can't ask you to the life you've chosen.

And even if you told me that you could do it,

I won't.

I don't want you to give up anything,

but if we keep going, I'm going to end up resenting you.

I think I'm already mad at you.

I can't keep up this charade for months yet.

-I'm going back to my cell.

-No, listen, really,

I'm not abandoning you.

I can't stay, it's true, I just can't,

I'm not strong, but I won't abandon you.

I'll always be there for you.

-Janitor.

The door opens.

*Rhythmic music hubbub

*... ...

-I never want hear from you again.

-I did what? -It's disgusting what you did.

Pascal. Do you understand better now?

-Get the hell out of here, you crazy bitch! Mind your own business!

Interwoven discussions

...

-Join us for a drink? -Are you crazy?

-You're the one who's crazy if you go! Tired, you too.

-OUH!

-How are you?

You don't have to justify yourself.

Do we have a deal?

What'll you have? -Coffee, please.

-Antoine! -Yeah?

-Can I have a coffee and a pastis, please?

-It's fine. It's fine. -Thank you for your time.

-You have to call Nice and shout!

You'll have to check with the chef, but...

What's more, even the meaning given to the article...

I don't know...

You sent them 4 photos? -I sent 5.

They chose these ones, they cropped them.

-And cropped any way they want!

It could be anything, anywhere, anytime.

Except that it says "police", the rest...

-Two weeks later, she received a letter from Pascal.

He understood her.

He understood why she had left him very well,

even if, of course, it wasn't easy for him easy to give her up.

These years had been painful for her,

even if he'd never bothered to think about it,

for which he wanted to apologize.

And she had every right to desire a different future.

He'd been angry with her, but that was over.

He had nothing to reproach her for,

he had, in truth, never had anything to reproach him for.

He knew he could continue count on her,

more than on anyone else.

-I really didn't.., I didn't want it to come to this.

I didn't realize how strong my words were

and more than I thought.

And I don't like the situation we've come to.

I'm really sorry and I'm truly sorry.

If I could not have told you those things

or even any other way, believe me, I would have.

-It's all the same to me. -It's not your fault, it's mine.

I didn't need anyone.

I'm the one who came to see you.

So don't hold it against him.

And even if you're really mad at me, I...

Really, I'm sorry.

I don't want you to get hurt anymore, in quotes.

Not that the fact that it's going to go back to the way it was,

I want you to suffer more what I did to you.

-How do I get back to that?

-I know, but...

-Don't you think it's crazy?

The one and only thing that motivated them to come and apologize,

is that Pascal wrote them prison instructions

to tell them that he didn't want between us?

Did you need a letter to keep your friendship?

I don't think so.

-I think they knew more how to do it.

They don't have your freedom or your awareness of things.

You can't blame them.

There aren't many people who have your abilities.

-Do you really think so? -Think what?

-That I'm capable.

-You know that, don't you?

-No, that's not the point, but I do care about you.

-If only with the photos...

I know you you don't like to talk about it

and I don't know much about it...

-She had to to sleep with me.

Just once,

and she would put up an impenetrable wall and Pascal an impenetrable wall.

Interwoven discussions

-Let me remind you the meeting agenda.

We need to talk about the current political situation

and we also need to address regional elections

next March.

You know it,

the Cuncolta proposed Edmond to head the list.

We need a clear strategy to fight this battle.

We now need representative militants,

we need new blood,

and that's why we're planning to to offer Simon Balestri

to be on our list in the March elections.

He has amply demonstrated demonstrated his abilities

and strength of conviction.

-Yes, but wait.

-In November, the movement's 1st split,

which we don't know that it announces a 2nd,

was consumed a month earlier.

I talk to Antonia.

She listens to me,

in response, hands me a photo cut out of a magazine:

"You see," she said,

"this is what's happening in the world right now.

"This photo, of course, I didn't take it."

You have to go to the villages, ask people's opinions.

Propose a program.

She shuddered to imagine 20 or 30 years later,

still employed by the same agency,

so accustomed to taking stodgy photos

that she would no longer be aware of it and would perhaps

to take pride in her work.

-Can you drop the envelope off at the airport tonight?

-I'll take care of it. -Thank you for your time.

-In August,

she learned from an article from the international pages

that the siege of a city whose name she did not know the name of had begun

in a country she'd never even thought of,

and would soon be gone.

The town was called Vukovar.

Antonia had the chance to finally

a true photographer's work.

She proposed to her superiors to go on site

and bring back a full report for the newspaper.

Of course, he was laughed out of the room.

She became aware

that she didn't need their permission.

What am I to you?

-I...

I don't know what to say, I don't know what to tell you...

You're my friend.

-Am I your friend?

Is there anything shocking about that?

-You want more, don't you?

What do you want me you want me to say?

That I have feelings for you?

-Yes.

Yes !

-Do you know how we're going to live it?

-What's up? -Can you feel our days?

-I'm thinking of you, I'm staying at "Corse Matin", I continue,

I'm going to cover a general meeting...

-You're young, you've got time...

-I take the jack, the pulling pig...

-Give me a break, come on... -Oh yes!

I'm going to Cuttoli! Of course! Of course I am!

I'm going to Moltifao! The village ball!

No. -No, war! War, huh?

-It's not that! -So it's not war?

-Yes, it's war, but that's not why why I'm going!

There are things to show, it's the people!

-They show it to you every day on TV.

-I'm not interested!

What they show, for me, it's not what you need to see.

-They're showing it to you, aren't they? it's blood.

Tears and blood. -It's not...

That's the problem.

That's what people remember.

In Corsican

-She'll show something else, you understand.

-She's going to show how she abandons her parents!

-I'd like to see you in front of people who are dying.

Uh-oh... -I'll tell you later.

-I don't know what's going on on your mind, but...

-Meu viu, you will reconsider your decision.

-No! -This is unacceptable!

I can't hear it!

-It's not Nice! You're not going to do 3 tours of the city and come back!

It's not like that.

No, but wait...

-I don't want it to be Nice.

I don't want a reconstructed Ajaccio...

-Stop with your big ideas! -Oh, dear.

You've had too much.

You do as you please, "mai mai mai". You never think about others.

"Iè", to strangers. -I can see why you're worried.

-You're going to find the trick to sink us.

-I'm going to be framed with war reporters...

They come from all over the world.

-Are you a war reporter? -Do I want to be?

-Yes, you become one like that. That's right.

-Dodge bullets.

Dodge the bullets. -This can't be...

You think they're waiting for you there.

-You'll tell them there, won't you!

"I come from Corsica, I killed my parents."

-I killed my parents"... Of course you did.

In Corsican

He repeats.

You, you, you, you, you, you, you...

-You should have written a tragedy. -I did.

You're the one who wants to rewrite history and the world.

We're saved.

-Can you imagine what you're doing to us?

-Do you imagine it's not against you?

Can you imagine that for me?

-And what do we do? Forget about you?

Are you leaving? You don't think about it anymore?

-But I'm not asking you to forget me,

I'm going to do something that matters to me!

Who cares!

Deep music

...

... *Yugoslav Radio

... *...

-How do you get to war? Which way?

Is there an airlock, a border, a door to cross

behind which stretches its official territory?

Every day, she leaves the hotel with her camera.

Everywhere the echoes of a Slavic language

she hears for the first time.

She writes to her godfather:

"first I saw icons and the tomb of an emperor".

Helicopter

Deep music

...

In English

...

OK. And...

...

We'll be back in the evening.

...

-Westerners don't understand what is happening.

We wondered:

"what will be the next high intensity war?

"What's the next high-intensity in Europe?"

Well, we're the answer.

The Europeans insist that there is no war,

it's skirmishes,

an ethnic conflict, that it was unexpected...

but that's not it at all.

-What is it, then?

-The thing is, the aggressor is inside.

So it's harder to see,

but if you don't want to see anything that you see nothing at all.

You're walking around Belgrade tonight in Belgrade, you see nothing at all,

because it's the militiamen who hold the town.

And they have succeeded to transform

a communist army as a nationalist that's going to massacre its neighbor,

and the massacre has been for a long time,

disaster is on the way.

Because AFP is financed...

by the Ministry Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Whereas me, you see, they leave me in peace.

At "Le Monde", they're currently trying to figure out how to...

how to restructure, how to put a little order, but for now,

I'm still relatively calm.

Would you like some water? -I'd love some.

-See the crib? That's what I'm talking about.

It's up to you.

Religious song

...

In Slavonic

-Without electricity, it's total darkness.

-Da.

...

-We had to cover the windows with sheets.

...

-To be able to switch on without being detected.

...

-There are a lot of attacks at night,

because they use the night to get out of besieged areas.

...

-He was with his cameraman and the special brigades.

...

-Suddenly, there was a gunfight.

...

-And the specialists are out.

...

-They followed.

...

-The military who were to accompany them

fled from the house where they were,

they tried to follow them,

but it was dark, they didn't know what to do,

the others have disappeared.

Slavonic discussions

...

-How's that? -Hang on a sec.

-Go ahead.

Slavonic discussions

...

Fireworks

...

Sirens

...

-She hasn't sold a single photograph.

"What's the point of what we're doing here? here?" she writes to her uncle.

"All these precautions, the subtleties of framing,

"the good conscience of off-camera, the repugnant modesty,

"enjoyment,

"there are so many ways to be obscene," she writes.

She walks in the streets of Belgrade

where war resembles a dream without substance.

She goes out in the evening with Jelica.

She doesn't tell her godfather.

She only writes to him:

"I know that some things must remain hidden,

"and yet it is a tiny event,

"a stutter,

"the insignificant episode of a story

"that didn't start here

"and it won't end here.

"Because it has no beginning and no end."

Melancholy music

...

Rhythmic music Hubbub

... ...

Day after day, the situation deteriorated.

-We're just doing our job, we're doing our job.

-I'm doing my job too!

-Jeans, fatigues and balaclavas

which gave a coloring of rural rural romanticism had disappeared.

They had been replaced by black overalls

and motorcycle hoods

that seemed to cover smooth reptilian faces

with big fluorescent eyes.

-You know what you are? A little pawn.

They put you where they want.

The fall guy.

The turkey! Monsieur...

You think you were just going to take the picture like that?

Besides, your friends are great!

In Corsican

I learned it in 24 hours!

...

Thinking about it?

I'm still okay, my ear, I can only open your belly,

but here they do, the others, across the street?

Because the path, Marc-Aurelius, is simple!

We're asking you to "stand there"!

And then "can you stand a little bit there?" You're going to!

And after "you can get in this car"?

And then "we'll give you a gun and shoot him!

...

Is that how you were raised?

Do you feel like you're struggling?

Contra cuoi?

Against people from the next village?

Sir, this is it, is "clandestinu".

A great soldier, eh! A great soldier of the shadows!

Within 24 hours, I knew it was there!

And he was wearing a balaclava. Thank goodness!

He might even have forgotten it, sir. 24h !

...

Ah, it's beautiful. "Pumete, pumete".

And you know who put it and you're going to tell me!

You're going to tell me, we're going to find it!

For him, the trouble start now!

I've known it for a long time.

-Don't bullshit me, don't you dare! Don't you dare!

-He's been insisting for weeks.

-And you can't say no?

Give me just one quality by Marcus Aurelius

that makes recruitment essential!

Is he a fine political thinker?

A fireworker?

-Listen...

Last night, we excluded from the movement.

All the sectors of the FLNC that have been for weeks.

We had to swell the ranks.

We've recruited a lot of people. Your brother and lots of others.

It was for the photo.

He played an extra role.

He won't be taking part nothing.

I give you my word.

-Does he know all this, my brother? -No, he doesn't.

-It's really disgusting.

-Oh, but you're never happy!

-Aren't you fed up with all this?

-In August 1993, the historic FLNC

read at a public meeting in Corte

a press release in which he claimed

the murder of a militant activist on his own side,

in the name of of preventive self-defense.

Classical music

...

*At the microphone

*...

-Antonia, sent by the newspaper,

photographed raised hands and faces

communing in joy.

She thought it would be interesting

to photograph someone

who, in the midst of the jubilation, did not applaud.

But apart from the journalists covering the event,

she found no one.

-The demand for Robert Sozzi's of Robert Sozzi can be analyzed

on at least two different levels indoors and outdoors.

On the inside, undeniably, a step forward has been taken

in the history of island movements.

Admittedly, this isn't the 1st time

there is a claim of murder,

but this is the 1st time that an organization

acknowledges of having eliminated one of his own.

The history of underground movements around the world

is littered with cases of this kind,

but it is not common to recognize an execution

for difference of opinion,

even in self-defence self-defence,

which seems to have been to have been quite preventive,

which is not strictly speaking definition

self-defence.

Quiet music Talking in the distance

... ...

-I'm not denying my commitment!

But...

I don't understand.

I don't understand what we're doing anymore.

In Corsican

And I can't have my friends' blood of my friends on my conscience.

(I can't...)

-Raise your head, Xavier.

-You're free, aren't you?

-Oh, Xavier, you're right.

Leave.

Some have forgotten that behind the romance,

there was a battle to be waged.

In a political battle of this nature,

there are drifts, mistakes and mistakes too.

-I'm sorry, he's your friend and you talk to him like that?

He's your friend here and nobody supports him?

As if he were a stranger.

Are those childhood friends?

Hearing you talk like that, disgusts and disgusts me.

-You don't even know what we're talking about.

-Me, I don't know what we're talking about?

You think I'm going to stand here, listen to you and say nothing?

Xavier wants to build his life. He has a plan.

We want to build a family. But what about you?

And if he gets killed, what do we do?

Have you thought about that?

-Yeah, Xavier, sure. -He's not gonna get killed.

-What do you know about it?

And what do you know about it?

The young man we're talking about who was killed, wasn't he your age?

He didn't have a wife, didn't he have children?

Have you thought about them?

No, you're not thinking about that, no.

You just wash your hands of it:

"He knew what he was getting his feet", right?

-But start a family. -We will.

-Just do it!

We are aware that there are 2 struggles from now on:

the beginnings of a war,

we can't leave control to certain people.

-Can you hear what you're saying?

-And so everyone kills themselves?

-So what do we do?

What are our lives?

We mourn, we endure, we make coffee,

we raise your children alone.

Is that it?

You think this is what I want?

Xavier didn't commit with you,

he's committed to me too.

-Did I mention he's not involved with you?

Did I say that?

Xavier, I'm telling you, you'd better leave.

If you don't feel like staying, you'd better leave.

That's not the question!

The question is to say that today, there are people

who intend to harm the movement.

These people, it's legitimate that we keep them away.

Now, if you're talking about Corte, Corte or no Corte,

it's not our stories.

I'll say it again.

This is the story of the historic canal and the Cuncolta.

We're not going to beat ourselves up for the faults of others.

-You too would have applauded, all of you.

Toilet flush

(Damn...)

-Is it because of Yugoslavia?

-What's the link?

Yugoslavia, war, trauma, no children?

I may not want for a child

not related to pathology or trauma.

-I don't get it.

-I find no reason to have a child, no matter how hard I look.

I didn't come here to talk about this with you.

I just wanted to let you know, that's all.

I didn't have to do it.

-You don't want a child or don't you want to have a child with me?

-I don't wonder.

-It's a shame.

-Surely.

-Don't you see how lucky this could be?

-No, I admit it.

-It's best if we don't see each other for a while.

Soft music

...

In Corsican -A punteti.

Arma.

Focu!

Gunfire Screams

Sobs

... ...

...

-I know what you're going to say.

We should have warned you, I'm sorry.

-Do you think I would have allowed this circus?

-It's not very respectful to call it a circus.

We have to do the honors.

-You should weep of sadness and shame.

-We bury a brother who died in battle.

-Was it the French army who killed him, perhaps?

The tone rises.

What do you want from me? Are you threatening me?

You step out of the role you've been assigned.

...

... Indistinct discussion

... ...

...

-Simon...

Ca va...

-I was there when they brought you back...

You were fidgeting, you tried to talk, you cried...

-That's anesthesia.

I had bad dreams.

I don't think you would have applauded.

-It was without doubt the greatest compliment

she's ever done to me.

Maybe even the only one.

At least, that's the only one I remember.

-All they want to do is to kill each other.

There's nothing I can do about it.

-Don't say that.

-What should I do?

Bury them one by one? Is that it?

I should love them and sympathize,

but it's beyond my strength...

You've got to love them

despite the darkness of their souls and despite their...

weaknesses.

But I can't anymore.

-We're all going through difficult times.

Perhaps they're more difficult for you,

because of your special old and special

with your parishioners.

It's precisely because these hours are difficult

that we owe it to ourselves to be present

and carry the word of God, which is a word of peace.

-I know.

-You're one of those who doesn't react with complicit resignation.

You have to hold on.

-What are you doing here?

-I'm waiting for Jean-Jo.

-Is he in?

-He's with Pascal.

-Are you sure you're okay?

-Not at all...

Antonia enters.

-I'm off.

-He has death on his face...

It's because of the hoods,

weapons and your bullshit mythology.

Now this country worships murderers.

-It's always been that way.

-It's become even worse because of you.

You contaminate us, you rot us all.

You can be happy,

to finally have the opportunity to kill and die like men.

Because for you, that's what being a man is all about, isn't it?

How would you like to be to be remembered?

What would you like to be said about you?

-That doesn't count. -Sure it does.

-I would like to be called straight,

that I didn't deviate.

-I don't want you killed.

-But in the end, Pascal had been Pascal almost in front of his eyes.

In June 1999, it had been 2 years since she resigned.

That day,

she was to meet him at 5 a.m. in his restaurant

where he received an order.

She was on her way to the restaurant she heard bangs.

familiar enough sufficiently familiar

so that she doesn't need to wonder

about their exact nature.

She had started to run and running,

she already knew.

She entered the restaurant less than 2 minutes later.

The room was full with boxes of food

and on the counter was an open account book,

blood-stained pages.

His right hand was moving,

as if he were trying the ground,

and her feet trembled slightly.

"He's not dead, Antonia thought again,

and she looked up

and she saw gleaming on the counter the white traces of brains.

-Have a great day! -Thanks too! Have a nice day!

-How beautiful you are! How are you?

-Good.

I'm so glad to see you. -Me too, really.

-Are you going to Calvi tonight? -Yes, I'm leaving this afternoon.

-Ah, she's coming to see you!

Are you going to see Marraine? -Hi there!

How she's grown! Amazing.

-Can you say hello? -Good morning to you! Good morning, child.

-How are you? -How are you?

-It's okay.

-Give me a break...

She doesn't recognize me. -She's tired.

Are you going to eat in town? -YES.

We knock.

-HELLO.

-Good afternoon. -May we disturb you?

2 minutes? -Come on, come on, come on.

What's going on?

-We'd like to...

ask you a few questions to understand a little better...

Why did... -The discussion from last time?

-Hm.

-We didn't quite understand in fact... Well...

We'd like to know a little more...

-If you like, we can talk about it at the next class!

After that, I think life is more precious than any cause.

You, for example, what do you think?

-There must be a reason, they didn't just go out and kill!

He nods.

-Were they aiming for the man

or were they aiming...

-It's possible they were aiming for the symbol.

But then again...

nothing justifies

grieving families

and the consequences for those who remain.

Nothing justifies a man's death.

-So into politics,

you think there's no point to be radical?

-I think there are much more effective ways

to get things moving.

If you want a course

on the history of nationalism in Corsica,

it's easy to think about preparing it.

-That might be interesting, but it would be a little too vague...

-We don't want a lecture, we want to ask you questions.

-We're also curious the system of...

-The FLNC, how does it really work?

-Here we are.

-Who told you I could answer that question?

It's a clandestine organization, do we agree?

-Already that.

It's clandestine, how do you get in?

-I don't know the procedure to enter

in an underground organization.

-Do you know any people who are at the front?

-Like all Corsicans,

you're bound to know people who have been activists.

After that, I think for you,

it would be more interesting to focus the debate

to "why was there this underground organization?"

"What are the causes and demands

"of a certain segment of the population?"

What do you think nationalism is? nationalism?

-Er...

Nationalism... I don't know,

isn't necessarily about being militant or being at the front,

it would be more like loving your land and protect it, I think.

-OK.

That's good, it can be a good definition.

-It's a conviction. Simon nods.

-Earlier, you spoke of people who have lost loved ones.

Have you lost anyone close to you in all this?

Soft music

...

-If she had been able to review some of her photos,

she could have been satisfied despite the imperfections.

Perhaps she would have judged

that she had finally achieved the simplicity of the photos

that touched her so much when she was a child.

Family portraits, polaroids,

identity photos stored in yellowed envelopes

or plastered on tombstones,

who, all in their innocence pitiless,

say the same thing:

"Men have lived,

"but now, death has passed."

In truth, death has already passed,

at the very moment an anonymous hand pulls the trigger.

Antonia might have thought that all these clichés

of which she was so ashamed of being the author,

pétanque players, festival committees,

miss elections where young people posing

in balaclavas in the maquis with their rifles,

under flags with Moorish heads,

were basically saying they too were saying the same thing,

with the same innocence,

and of course, the same lack of pity.

...

Corsican songs

...

Cheers

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