All language subtitles for Fiertes 1

In the distance, cries of children playing.

You did not have to go with me.

"I'm fine, I have time."

Do you think about finishing what time?
It depends on my father.

Work frictions.

Then right away.

- I'm calling you, OK?
- OK.

Good luck.

I love you.

Yeah...

I do not know what you think, but 7
years of Giscard, that's enough.

Yes, it's high time.

The challenge is
changing lives, guys.

I did not know
magician, Mitterrand.

No magician, but
better than that.

Leave, boss.

Sofiane's life will change when
his wife makes him a good chorba.

Are not you dressed?

I drink coffee and get ready.

Say, she lets you
loose, little Aurelie.

You are heavy, dad.

What? You do not like her?

It's private.

Mitterrand will change things.
We count on him.

Unfortunately, we will not vote.

"That's the good spirit."

You're right, you
can count on him.

Everyone will vote, right?

We have fallen behind.
The drill let us go.

The rain...
I did not accuse you.

- The foreman is accused.
- Not here. Do you know me.

They could stay. They like you.

No question.

Up there, they would not
pay the late hours.

- You believe in your beautiful speeches.
- Not you?

I believe in change,
not in miracles.

With or without Mitterrand,
our places will be the same.

You do not know.

You think?

Do you know Arab construction
field commanders to Frenchmen?

Less time to the left.

OK.

I leave him all his time.

I thank you for Selim.

Oh you are welcome.

He works well.

Do you continue the
job after the ferry?

No, I may be preparing
a big school, the ENA...

Of course I will spend the
summer in the cement. And you?

I dunno.

I wanted to do a school of archi,

but you need the baa, for that.

Midday siren.

We finish and we arrive.

Construction hubbub.

Hello.

Untranslatable, this is arabic.

- So, was it?
- Yes, very good.

Discussions.

Chef, a coffee?

Chief?

- Charles, how are you?
- It wlll be flne. Leave me a moment.

- You're sure? It does not look like it.
- Leave me alone!

It's okay?

Are you sure you're ok?
Yes, I am flne.

If there is a problem, tell me.

What are the deadlines?
Do not worry, we'll finish in time.

And then... tonight, I'm
not going back with you.

- Where are you going?
- At Aurélie's place.

I do not see her much
outside of high school.

It's OK?
Good, but do not come back late.

Do not worry about the delay,

we will work hard, even triple.

Construction hubbub.

- What are you doing tonight?
- Nothing planned.

"Do you know Bartok Square?"

- This is my last. We share it?
- Yeah. Thank you.

"Obviously, I know."

- A guy told me to come in...
- Oh yeah?

What kind of guys?

Everything: Young, old,
and you guys everywhere.

- Are there old people?
- Yeah. But it's embarrassing.

Horn.

Oh, shit.
Wait, I call my father.

I move it.

- You know how to do it?
- My father has the same.

Close the doors.

Horn.

Start-up.

Go ahead.

Gently, there is a hole.

Whore...

Its good?

- So?
- Well, he went on...

Merde... How are you?

It's dead, archimort.

Oh dear.

What is this mess?!

What fucked you?

- We wanted...
- Who drove?

- Dad...
- Who drove?

- It's me.
- You?

You're fired.

- It's also my fault.
- Shut up!

You take your account

and you're breaking off my job.
It's clear?

Hope you vote on the left.

What would it have been, if not!

- You come back late.
- I stayed to make a point.

- Victor is not with you?
- No.

- Where is he?
- He left before me.

Too bad for him,
dinner is ready.

I do not feel well, I
had to catch something.

I'm going to bed.

What's the matter?

There is a problem?

Do you want to fire me too?

What is going on?
What he is talking about?

Nothing.

Number of order 1267.

Bregnant, Martina, Jeanne.

Voted.

Number of order 1265.

Bregnant, Charles.

Voted.

Number of order 1278.

Thank you.

Colomb de Daunant, Manon, Pauline.

Voted.

- Did you see? There is a lot of people.
- Hum.

In the ballot box, there
was plenty of Giscard.

If we take 7 years with
the other, I crack.

- You want some?
- No, just now.

* -... for this election night.

I'm stressing.

* The French have today voted
widely, but less than in 1974.

In a few moments you will know
the names of the 2 finalists.

Our important device
will give you,

without ostentation but
with safety and efficiency,

the means to
understand and judge.

We will soon be able to
give you the estimate.

Bell.

This estimate is based
on actual results.

- I know I'm falling badly.
- Yes.

There are the results,
we have friends...

We need to talk now.

I tried to understand,
but I do not understand.

What's wrong with my son?
What did he do to you?

Selim was seriously missed.
Agaln.

But what are you talking about?

I want to forget his delays,
but he leaves me no choice.

I am not a trainer, I
have delays to hold.

There was broken equipment.

Would you have said what
if he hurt himself?

It's a kid bullshit.

Selim has never missed

in the job.

He had 2 small delays.

Find him all the excuses,

but you're not ready to hear
that your son is not serious.

Oh yeah?

They were two to do bullshit.

Victor has nothing to do with that.
I forbid him to drive,

he was not driving.

The truth is that Selim
works better than Victor.

At the beginning, you
prefer to hire your son,

son of the French boss,
rather than an Arab worker.

Rewrite that.
Do you call me a racist?

Like everyone who
disagrees with you?

I do not tire.

You think you are different,
but you are like the others.

Good night.

Everyone his place, huh?

I'll tell you the truth.

If you want to know, I fired your
son because he trains mine...

What? Go ahead, say.

They did dirty things.

What are you saying?

You understood me.

My son is not like that.

Selim respects his religion
and his parents. I know him.

The proof that no.

Your son, have him healed.
Watch what you say.

It's enough, there.

Your son has a problem in his head,
even if you do not want to see him.

If he approaches _mine,
you'll go get a job.

Try, to see,

to fire me without a real reason.

Door.

Charles!
Mitterrand is in the 2nd round!

Sofiane, come, come in.

Do not stay outside.

It's nice, Martine,

but I have to go.

How could you blame this kid?

I protected our son.

I do not want to hear
about that anymore.

Make an ostrich, but let
me try to understand.

There is nothing to understand.
Our son was manipulated.

Nothing serious.
He is only 17 years old.

He is an influential kid
who needs wise parents.

Now it's settled.

Selim?

My father did not want to hear anything.

I do not know what he has.
Let go of me.

- There is a problem?
- You have a problem.

I'm not a fagot like you.
What does it mean?

What is going on?

You understand, like that?

Well not or what?

Were you brainwashed?

Selim, tell me what's going on. - My
father knows everything. Yours as well.

He saw us and said it to mine.

My father, do not imagine the shock.
I slept outside.

Now, do not approach me anymore.

If you talk about that,
I'll blow up your mouth.

Oh it's you.

It's okay?

Yes, I am fine.

You're sure?

Yes, I am fine.

What is going on?

Nothing. Everything is fine.

Honey, can I come in?

Darling?

You know you can talk
to me, if you want.

Darling?

Me, that tells me well.
We go to the park...

How does it write, "he sucks"?
With 2 S or a C?

"Ask Victor, he knows."

He likes that, Victor.

Laughs.

Foreign language

yes?

We finished the slab 5.
We attack the formwork?

- Take Victor with you.
- No.

- Sorry?
- It's not my job.

I am a foreman, not...
How? No trainer.

- Your job is to obey me.
- That's good, dad.

I have not finished with Malik.
Malik, take Victor.

12...

28.

Phone.

All6?

Yes?

Hello.

Do not quit, I'll give it to you.

Victor? Phone.

* -Allo?
- Victor?

Yes, I wanted to tell you, I
noticed you, in high school,

and I asked for your number.

You and I are the same.

Wh at?

"You and I are the same.
That is to say?"

* -I do not know, like...

What's your name?
* -I will tell you later.

Who gave you my number?
* -A friend who supports us,

to see if we like it.

I'm going straight to the point.

You thought what, dirty pedal?
That I liked the guys?

We were all sure you were queer.

Do not hide, Victor...

"All right, darling?"

Yes, I am fine.

It's a replacement
for a football game.

I will not be able to.

Victor?

Victor?

Victor!

- Where are you going?
- Talk to him.

It will be better than with you.

Are you going to leave him alone?
Are you still hatching it?

- You will make one...
- A what?

What do you do, darling?

I would like to work more

on site.
Summer and also in September.

Darling, what about your studies?
The architecture school...

You forget all that.

In any case, for a year.

After the bac, I'm going
to work with dad.

But...

Victor...

What do you want to
prove to your father?

Nothing.

I just want to choose
what suits me.

School is not for me.

I talked to Aurélie about it.

She says that she understands,
that she will be with me,

that I succeed in studies,
or without, like dad.

We talked about marriage, too.

Victor at the Eiffel Tower,
when he climbed the first time.

.(Great-)

And there is Martine
when she was 15 years old.

She's beautiful, huh?

That's Victor at 8 years old.

A nice little guy already, right?
Yes.

- Did you take everything?
- Yes.

Well, we leave you.
What are you reviewing?

- Philo. The reason and the real.
- Very good.

Have a good day. Let's go.

The door closes.

See you tomorrow.

You will thank your parents.

How old are you?

18 years old.

Soon 18 years old.

You should go home.

It's not a place for you.

It's the first time?

Are you still in high school?

You're not a big talker, you.

Coming soon, what does it mean?
Months? Weeks?

I must go home.

As you wish.

Rustling a sheet of paper.

Friction of the pencil on the paper.

My Phone.

Grunt.

What are you doing here?

Shit.

So, how are you?

Do you want a sandwich?

- No?
- It's okay.

Do you have mustard?

How long do you have?

3 months.

Shit.

- You have a good team.
- It's okay. Quiet.

And after that, how are
you going to finish?

Can I have one of yours?

Sympa, the boss's son!

He steals our job, our snack...

Well, we're not jackals.
Thank you.

- I'm doing you another one?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

We can meet at the
bottom of your house.

We say 16h? How are you?

Perfect, we do like that.

It works.

Victor?

I have to start again.
I leave you. Ciao.

With Jean-Philippe, you
prepare me the banche, there.

The crane will pick it up as soon
as the concrete is finished.

.OK6V -

- Are you supervising the
docking of the boat?

Oh shit!

.Ben!

Victor, what are you doing here?

You're not 'm today.
No, it's not 0k.

Sorry.

I can leave?

I know, it's not time,

but I got confused with
Aurélie, I want to apologize.

Good, OK. File.

You come back to dinner tonight.
Thank you dad.

Malik!

Here, pick up all he has poured.

Moans restrained.

Shit.

'AQain?

It's always going to be like this?

That is to say?

How could it be?
I do not know, different.

Like normal people.

We could take the time, go out.

Hold hands, admire
in the moonlight.

It would be good...

But real life is not like that.

- What do you know about real life, you?
- Real life, real people,

stupid or bad people.

I understood that we do not
fight against bullshit.

Especially of the greatest number.

Yes? So you do not
care to be recognized?

What is it?

- To be recognized for what you are.
- To be recognized?

Yes, I do not care.

Sorry, I'm not like your
friends on the pictures.

Why did you come here, then?

I came to fuck.

And if you want to be seen
from time to time, it's nice.

I have nothing else to offer you.

I do not feel the need
to carry banners,

or to affirm my
difference to the world.

I am not looking for a relationship
with a guy, I have a girlfriend.

For you, is that the real life?

Frequent your girlfriend
and fuck with guys?

It's my life. It's not your business.

You do not know, you do not judge.

I do not judge anyone.

You can lie, hide, you
are what you are.

One day, you will have
to say who you are.

Stopped.

You got what you wanted, right?

If it does not suit
you, we stop there.

I was honest.
It was you who came to get me.

I made you believe nothing.

- Unlike your girlfriend.
- I'll see that in due course.

Sorry. My life is complicated.
Lam not a hero.

Go, save yourself.

And you, Aurélie?
Worried for the ferry?

No, that's fine. I work a lot.

I have time right now.

The main teacher thinks
I'll have a mention.

And you, the mention?
What are you aiming for?

Given the time he spent reviewing at
home, he will owe you his mention...

Aurelie, I have to talk to you.

Never again do you
use me like that.

Do not waste my time.
Sorry. Sorry.

Can I talk to you 2 seconds?

You must hate me.

No.

I blame you, but... I dunno.

I do not know how I feel.

And this guy, there?

- Serge?
- Yeah.

You...

You love it?

Ben no, damn.

He's a 911V-

He's a guy and he's old.
- So what?

- So it's not possible.
- What?

Ben...

Listening...

The real question is:
What do you feel?

I do not know.

How did it go, at your place?

Sorry?

You told me that you
understood that I said nothing.

How did that happen

when did you tell the
truth to your parents?

Not good.

Because mine,

to tell them that is
to break with them.

Especially my father.

And my mother, in the middle of that...
I know.

It's going to be
a hassle for her.

Come, I'll prepare
something for you.

* Hello?

Hello sir.
I do not know your name,

I am Charles Bréguant,
Victor's father.

I will not discuss long.

If you do not end of yourself

to this relationship with my son,

I will denounce you on Monday
for embezzlement of a mlnor.

You have the law for you.
For some time yet.

As soon as Victor is older, you
will not be able to do anything.

If it's not me anymore,
it will be another.

Victor loves men,

you will not be able to change
anything, and neither will he.

On the other hand, if
Mitterrand is elected,

he will be seen as
a normal person.

It's not my problem.
Victor is a minor,

he is therefore under
my responsibility.

You do not have the
right to use him.

I do not use your son.

You want to decide
on his life for him.

It's lovely?

You want it to conform
to what you want.

That he is ashamed of himself,
that he does not assume,

that he hides, that he lies,

let him live without loving him with
someone whom he will make suffer.

Do you like him, your son?
And you,

you think make him
happy like that?

You know what he will have to suffer
rejection, vexation, loneliness.

Be a little honest.

See it yourself.

Do not pretend to know
what I lived, how I feel.

I do not pretend anything,

I just want you to
leave my son alone.

I have nothing against you.

But if you see Victor
again, I will denounce you.

Hello, Mr. Bregnant.
What are you doing there?

Victor is not here. Yes I know.

I'm happy to see you.
How are you?

It's okay.

You know, you count
a lot for the family.

- How are you, with Victor?
- Hum.

It's not easy for him right now.
The yard, the ferry.

You have to be patient with him.
He needs you.

You count for him.

You know that's not true.

What do you mean? Yes.

Bréguant,

we told each other
enough stories.

But no. It's just that...

Victor is not for me,
nor for any woman.

The leaflets of your friends of the
PS speak of the rights of the homos.

Accept Victor as he is.

What are you talking about?

It's not because he does
not want you to be gay.

I understand he did
not tell you anything.

- Dad.
- I do not want to hear anything.

- Listen.
- No, Victor!

And your beautiful speeches?

Dialogue, openness, tolerance.

Okay, unless your son is queer?

- It has nothing to do.
- Of course.

Nothing to see.

You can not understand,
you have no child.

When will you get...

- Charles!
- Support me!

Papa, I know.

It's hard, but I'm queer.

And I will not have children.

When I'm older, I go with Serge.

I love him and he loves me.
I forbid you to see him again.

This guy is unhealthy.
It's a pervert.

He uses you, he takes
advantage of your naivety

to jump you.
You do not know him.

I talk to you about love.

You do not understand anything?
What?

You're ill!
What do you want me to understand?!

What you do is not
love, it's disgusting.

It's your rejection
that's disgusting, dad.

Bell.

That's it.

I told the truth to my father.

"I'm happy for you, Victor."

I thought about it.
We should stop there.

What do you mean?

Look at you and look at me.

You're young, you have
life in front of you.

Me, I need someone of my age.

It was good, but it's over.

No.

Serge...

I love you, me.

No, Victor.

In 3 months, you will have forgotten.

Come on, go home.

I am not alone.

Not fast on the stairs.

Curtain closure.

Number of order 1265.

Bregnant, Charles.

Voted.

* -At the end of a long and
controversial campaign,

you had a day of reflection,

before this Sunday,

who favored this personal
and solitary act of voting,

and which gives him both his
value and his strength.

In less than 10 minutes, polling
stations will be closed,

and the French

have voted for this second round.

Many had to depend on
the rate of abstention.

The participation was 86.5%,

or 13.5% abstention.

More than 7 million of you
did not vote on April 26.

The 2 candidates

appealed to non-voters...

* Unintelligible comment.

This result, you will have
it at the precise time.

* -10 seconds!

* Jingle

* -5, 4, 3...

2,1.

Frangois Mitterrand is elected...
cheers.

- The left in power!
- We won!

This time, it's done.

Lighter clipping.

Happy birthday my dear.

Thanks Mom.

Bell.

Good evening madam.
Sorry to disturb you.

Good evening, Victor.
Happy Birthday.

I advise you to clear.

Otherwise what?

Victor is major, so it is.

Your father threatened to
report me to the police

if I continued to see you.

Today, I come to tell you
in front of your parents

that I have never
stopped keeping to you.

"Victor, if you go with
him, do not come back."

You choose: Him or me.

I already made that choice once.

When Selim told me
that you saw us,

I chose you, that day.

I thought I was going crazy.

If you do that, you'll
never see me again.

For this, dad,

it's your choice, not mine.

I'm calling you, mom.

* -A year after the election of F.
Mitterrand,

a demonstration
in Paris gathered

thousands of homosexuals
from all over France.

The goal: To denounce
discriminatory laws.

* - Homosexuals or lesbians,
15,000 activists participated

at this peaceful march
in Paris this afternoon.

The millions of French homosexuals
want to leave the ghetto.

A test for them:

The bill decriminalizing
homosexuality,

adopted by the Assembly but
rejected by the Senate.

* -We want the anti-homosexual
law, dating from Vichy,

be deleted.

* Slogans

* - Homosexuals are too often
victims of intolerance.

And that was the
purpose of this event:

To be better understood
and to admit.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing. It's analyzes.

- Why did you do them?
- As a precaution.

The doctor prescribed them.
Nothing to worry about.

I see him on Monday, I'll ask him.
Okay.

Go, to the new law.

To future fights.

I love you.

Me too.

I have prepared something.

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