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NO REST FOR THE BRAVE

It starts out,
you're on a cliff.

Well, I say cliff,
let's say a height.

Then a vision appears.

No, that comes later.

First you hear music.

Maybe an old tune,
a ballad, a sad ballad...

sung by women
with soft voices.

And then you see a
series of images.

How can I explain?

At first, you
don't understand.

The images come from afar,
but belong to your memory.

Like memories from
before you were born.

But you can't grasp it,
and the more you grasp,

the more the images unfold,

the more you
connect them to yourself.

Until you understand all
and you behold Faftao Laoupo.

How do you spell that?

I didn't read it, I heard it!

Faftao Laoupo.

The image of the
ultimate sleep.

He arrives at the end
and completes the vision.

This vision is the
chain of eternity...

and you realize that you're
a prisoner of this story.

It's telling you this is
your second-to-last sleep.

You can sleep one more time,
and then you die!

You understand?

You sleep
and then you die.

It's just a dream.

Yeah, but the
funny thing is...

Does Faftao Laoupo
ring a bell to you?

Do you know who he is?

It meant nothing to me
nor to anyone else.

It's like a legend
that no one knows.

- You're in another world.
- Another world.

A world you've been to before
and to which you now return.

See, there's our universe,
and beside it, around us,

there's another universe.

Another dimension.

Eternity.

That's it, eternity.

And that's where
Faftao Laoupo is.

He's the image of
the ultimate sleep.

He's also the link
to everything.

Everything?
What do you mean?

Everything!
I don't know.

Why you were born
into one family?

Why not someone
else into yours?

Why your spirit is in your
body and not someone else's.

We say it's just by chance,
by force of nature,

but giving it a name
doesn't explain it.

See what I mean?

Yeah, chance,
forces of nature...

I don't believe you.

You sit here,
listening to me,

saying nothing,
and then you make fun of me.

This is serious.

If I sleep again,
I'm dead.

Understand?

I have to sleep
sooner or later.

Anyway, you piss me off.

You all do.

I'm going to find some
people who aren't so stupid.

Something's wrong.

I make 5,800 a month.

I pay 1,500 in rent.

How much for food?

Let's say 400 a week,
which makes 1,600.

Plus 200 for electricity.

No, say 300.

Plus 400 for the phone.

Yeah, 400.

So that's 700 for both,
plus 1,500, plus 1,600...

So, 3,800.

That leaves about
2,000 to live on.

Even counting gas
and a few expenses,

2,000 bucks should be enough.

But I guess it's
just not enough.

Good Evening.

Do you know where
Basile Matin lives?

What's he done?

I'm just looking for him.

Someone's always
looking for him.

There's always some problem,
or there's something else.

- You're a friend of his?
- I just know him.

We all know each
other around here.

Where are you from?

Montcastin.

Just go to his house.

The one with the shutters.

Thanks, bye.

Good evening.
I'm looking for Basile.

I couldn't tell
you where he is.

- Are you a friend?
- Not really.

I ran into him
earlier at the café.

He wasn't well.

I came by to see
if he felt better.

If you start
worrying about him,

you'll never be finished.

He told me about a dream.

He has a lot of
strange dreams.

It was some story about
eternity and death.

Does Faftao Laoupo
mean anything to you?

What's that?

The image of the
ultimate sleep.

When you see him in a dream,
you sleep one more time...

and then you die.

The poor child just
can't get it together.

Don't worry about him,
it's not worth it.

God knows I don't.

Otherwise I'd
fret my days away!

Last year, at the
beginning of summer...

he says to me,
Mom, I'm going for a drink.

What am I supposed to say?

I won't keep him on a leash.

So he goes out for his drink.

He comes back at
the end of August!

He met a friend and they
decided to go on vacation.

No post card, no phone call.

Nothing.

He comes back two months
later as if nothing happened,

as if he didn't notice.

"Two months?
You're kidding."

I guess time really flies!

Is he making fun of us?

It's always the same,
coming and going.

So I don't worry anymore.

If he's here, great.

If not, we get by.

I can't believe
how bored I am!

If you're so clever,
tell me what you'd do.

I don't know, you'd have
time to react...

before they kill people.

You wake up, call
the cops, explain.

If you're lucky they
get there in an hour.

In an hour I'd
have killed people!

What's going on?

Last night someone killed
everybody in Souleihes.

- Who?
- Who?

We don't know.

And for the moment
it's not important.

A whole village is
dead just a mile away.

We're not going to
look for the killer.

Someone has to.

But right now, do you really
want to know who did it?

If you know that, you ask
yourself other questions.

I just said it off the cuff.

With a thing like that, you
want to know right away.

But you've got
nothing to gain!

Of course I do.

Yes.

You always look
for the guilty one.

You know why?

Because once you have them,
you start to understand.

Understand what?

Are you ever going to
understand 20 dead in Souleihes?

The day gets too
heavy for him,

he'll put a bullet
in his brain.

Or he'll come see you guys.

Can't we go through?

What do you want?

I came to see exactly
what happened.

Some degenerate killed
everybody, exactly.

- How do you know?
- I'm sure of it.

Someone lost his mind.
It certainly wasn't revenge.

Revenge in Souleihes?
Don't make me laugh.

Who said anything
about revenge?

Unless the killer came for
someone in particular

and ended up killing
all the witnesses.

What do you think?

But from that to
a whole village.

Not a single survivor?

A few.

Where did you
find the bodies?

Mind your own business.

The survivors are
an old couple and a baby,

the only ones who couldn't move.

Do you have a
list of the dead?

Whom do you want
to know about?

Basile Matin.

Friend of yours?

We don't have him.

We've got Jacques and
Michéle Matin, but no Basile.

He's not among the
survivors either!

Right, two old folks
and a baby.

Where were the bodies?

Go run your
investigation elsewhere.

We won't find our man here, but
I'd like to know a little more.

You'll read about it tomorrow
in the Montagne Libre.

Too bad, but I'm used to
doing things by myself.

- You know Basile?
- Why do you want to know?

When I mentioned him, you
asked if he was a friend.

I just know him to see him.
Why?

It was in case
you knew him well.

I don't know him well.
I'm gone.

You've got to look
before you can find.

What are you looking for?

Don't worry.

If he's capable of this,
I'll spot him from miles away.

So, what do you think?

What should I think?

I don't know, I'm asking.

Shouldn't we just
wait and see?

Wait?

Until it passes.

It takes time to
digest what happened.

That's the only
effect it has on you?

What effect should it have?

A whole village is
dead right next door.

I never used to
go to Souleihes.

Did you know anyone there?

Just from around.

Me too.

I met a woman there
two days ago,

but we didn't really
have time to talk.

Where did you get the idea that
you have to know someone...

for it to effect you?

Yeah.

Carnage like that
doesn't happen every day.

So?

Other than waiting, I
don't see what we can do.

You're here?

Does it look more like
I'm here or not here?

More like you're here.

Does that answer
your question?

How's the investigation?

Running its course.

I came to get a
sense of the place.

You weren't familiar with it?

Sure I was.

I wanted to see it now.

You're looking for a killer
and you think;

maybe if I take a look
at Souleihes...

Souleihes...
dead, I mean.

I don't know.

Until you see it, you're
in a strange position.

You're looking for some guy
because someone has to,

but you realize that
you've got no motivation!

Why should you look for him?

And now that you've seen it?

I see that a dead village is
just like a living village,

except with no one left.

It still hasn't hit me yet.

Twenty dead.

And then what?

I was no better off
with those people alive.

People come and go.

That's why I'm having
trouble feeling involved.

You're still
looking for Basile?

I'm waiting for him.

Actually, I'm just
hoping he'll come back.

And if he doesn't?

It could mean
he's the killer.

And you've come to see
if he'll come back.

Yes.

And to see if he'll wait to
see if you'll wait for him!

There's always a calm
before the storm.

I can't imagine
him as a killer.

Well, your story
makes no sense.

He thinks he's dying,
so he kills everybody?

- Why?
- Why do you ask me?

I thought you didn't want
logical explanations.

But we're talking
about Basile.

I can't see him shooting
everything that moves,

especially not in
his own village.

Neither can I.

He couldn't have lost
it because of a dream.

I don't know what
makes someone lose it.

Well, neither do I.

- Want another beer?
- Sure.

It was Jacques' sleepy
side that bothered me,

his background articles,
his literary tracts...

about things that
nobody's interested in.

It wasn't that bad.

Sure, it was
always well done.

But he'd write full pages
about the rural world crisis.

You don't find
that interesting?

- It's boring.
- What do you mean, boring?

Listen, I once wrote a
paper on Paul Laturne.

- Laturne?
- Yeah, Paul Laturne.

- Really?
- You know the guy.

I did an investigation
on all his schemes,

on his treatment of workers.

Everything was going well.

Jacques got
scared, the idiot.

He saw a lawsuit on his hands,
and we never ran the article.

With the crisis
of the rural world,

you don't have to worry.

You can't say he was wrong.

Next to Laturne, you
guys were lightweights.

You have to know
what you want.

You've got to
speak your mind.

Or go work for the
Montagne Libre!

You just didn't talk
about the same things.

Of course I agree.

But they never liked
my articles, so I left.

I'm a don at
Montcastin college.

You're a student?

I'm registered.

I did years in
History but I stopped.

You didn't like it?

I preferred the contemporary
part, the Moderns, Louis XIII,

Louis XIV, but
that was first year.

After that, it was
the Greeks and Romans.

That's when I dropped out.

It annoyed me,
especially the Romans!

That's funny!

The Greeks and Romans seem
more interesting to me.

Yeah, some people
prefer them.

Louis XIV, is
that Versailles?

This is OK.
I love goats.

The countryside, the
trees, the birds.

But I've got kids and it's
always the same.

Why don't we buy a VCR?

That's their thing right now.

We're not buying a VCR because
we're not buying a VCR.

You don't need one
in the country.

They want to believe it.

Problem is,
I don't believe it!

You can live without one.

You sound like my father.

One can live without
lots of things.

I could be talking
about anything.

A nice car, for example.

Or just a car that works.

That's not a luxury.

My car's falling apart.

And why?

- Why?
- Because I don't have money.

- But you have a house.
- I could have both.

And a VCR...

Don't say it.

Listen Hector, Annie and I
haven't stopped working for years.

And we're always
short of money.

But you're always
at the café.

I go now and then.

What do you think I do
the rest of the time?

You've seen me
milking the goats.

Yeah.

Sure, you've come
once or twice.

But it's every day,
morning and night.

On Friday, we're
playing at Dédé's.

- How do you think I'll manage?
- How?

First I milk,
then I go play.

And when you have
a concert far away?

Then Annie does it,
but she hates it.

And it's not her job.

Luckily it doesn't
happen often.

Why don't you
try the thirteen?

You see where it is?

Don't be a loser, Julie.

Funny coming from you,
Jean-Luc.

A refill, Dédé.

Coming.

Forget the two,
try the thirteen.

But if I scratch,
you'll chew me out.

No I won't.
Get in front of it.

Hit it right here
and it'll go in.

The problem is getting there.

Aim here.

Move your finger!

- Are you coming?
- Just a minute!

You say that,
but you don't come.

If I say I'm coming,
I'm coming.

I'm still waiting.

What's your problem, Jules?

If this goes on,
I'm going elsewhere.

OK, go elsewhere!

So, pinhead, still losing?

- Come on!
- Unbelievable!

Can't I play a game
of pool in peace?

I'm not paying for
you to play pool.

No one's forcing you.

There are plenty of cafés.

Why come to mine?

I'll serve him.

Can't you wait a
few minutes, Jules?

I'm not here to
suck on ice cubes.

I noticed.

- The same, I suppose?
- Yes.

You finished milking?

It's about time.

Dédé, I'm having a pint.

Sure, no problem.

Anybody want something?

I'll have a pint.

Me too, please.

You want something, Julie?

A pint please.

That's it, we lost.

You're not very
talented, Jean-Luc.

I can't be good
at everything.

- Hi, Lydie!
- How's it going, Daniel?

It's going.

- Did it work?
- Yes, very well.

But see how late it is?
I'm fed up.

That's the game.

- We're not playing again?
- No.

Are we rehearsing
tonight, Jean-Luc?

We could!

That's no answer.
Either we rehearse or not.

I want to.

If you're pissed,
find another job!

So I'll change my line
of work to please you!

I'm going.

It's for your sake.

- Coming by, Julie?
- We'll see.

- And you, Hector?
- I don't think so.

- Dédé, put it on my tab.
- I'll get it.

Fine with me.

What time?

How much?

28.

I'll see you later.

It's 6:00 already?

Don't worry, Julie.

I don't notice
the days going by.

I'm going, too.

- Want a ride?
- No, I'll walk.

Take it easy.

LEAVING LIVINGTON

DEADSVILLE

How's it going?

Are you coming
from Livington?

I was playing pool at Dédé's.

There's salad in the fridge.

This is fine.

What did you do
this afternoon?

Not much.

What do you mean,
not much?

Not much.

You sure you can
handle that chicken?

It's crazy that you spend
your days doing nothing.

Why?
What do you do?

I wander, I see people.

You call that
doing something?

I call it passing the time.

I'm not spending my life
alone in a dead village!

But I'm not alone,
as far as I can tell.

Pass me the wine, please.

But I could be
alone less often.

What do you mean?

Oh, I see.

What do you expect?
I like Livington.

I like playing pool and
drinking with my friends.

Well, I won't put
you on a leash.

And I spend quite a
lot of time with you.

I said quite a lot,
not too much.

I didn't say anything.

But you wanted to!

Are you staying here tonight?

I didn't come back
to leave again.

We'll go to the garden.

Roger, just because
you're old...

doesn't mean you
have to be bored.

You're not even
old, you're...

you're retired.

Retired doesn't
necessarily mean old!

But you don't want
anything anymore.

Stop explaining
the meaning of life,

you're exhausting me.

Exactly, you're
a very tired man!

Night is the hardest
to get through.

I'm still not
allowed to sleep.

So I wait for the night to
pass and I try to dream.

I don't care what
anyone thinks,

one can live without sleep.

Sleep isn't important.

It's the dream that counts.

Are you eating now or should
I save it for tomorrow?

What is it?

I made you some chicken, some
roast duck, some confits

and a can of foie gras.

Foie gras at this
time of year?

Where did you get the
idea that it has a season?

With roast duck and confits?
That's stupid.

But there's no dessert.

I still wouldn't
have taken any.

You haven't answered my question.
Are you eating now or not?

- I'll take it with me.
- And eat on the way?

I've got to take
off before dark!

Why don't you take the boat?

For a boat, you need a sea!

But the river is right there,

not to mention
you could kill yourself.

Not if I stay awake.

Exactly.

It's not easy to stay
awake in an airplane.

I've flown before, it's
worse than the train.

Not when you're
the one flying.

- Hello!
- What'll it be, stranger?

I need some gasoline
for my aeroplane.

We don't have any extra.
It's only for the regulars.

But I'll pay.

It wouldn't have been free!

Where are you going,
beautiful stranger?

Are you old enough anyway?

For what?

To be a pilot, stranger!

I'll be at the
end of the year!

What's so funny?

The stranger doesn't
like our humour.

He needs to see the world.

And without gasoline!

Can I at least get some food?

And without food!

I don't care anyway.

I've got plenty of fresh
farm products in my basket.

I'll eat while I fly.

You're up early.

- I came to see the heavy work.
- I didn't say it was hard.

I said it was
every morning and night.

Including Sunday.

Hi!

I have to drive the kids.

It's A.M.
You've got time.

They're always late with you.
With me, they'll be early.

Of course you're broke,
you do nothing.

But I worked all summer.

All August, you mean.

All August.

August is not
the whole summer.

Still, it's not bad.

Try working all year.

Or look for a
billionaire, like Julie.

If you find one,
we'll share him.

Hector's found one.

But he's a broke billionaire!

I'll have a white too, Dédé.

A white for me too.

A drink, Annie?

I'm not staying.

Hector, you know
about electricity?

Are you blacked out?

I ran a line upstairs and
when I plug it in,

it trips the fridge.

- Only the fridge?
- Strange, isn't it?

- Sure you have enough power?
- 9 kilos.

All my appliances add up to 8.

I don't get it,
why only the fridge?

I can't help you.

You have my cigarettes?

Dédé, I'll have a beer.

A beer?
OK.

You're not drinking, Annie?

A strange junction box.

It has a 10cm long purple
wire with yellow stripes.

Ever seen a wire like that?

It must not go very far.

It barely comes
out of the box.

Cal I an electrician.

Won't you sit down, Annie?

I have to pick up the kids.

- We said 7:00.
- Yea, 7:00

It's quarter of,
we've got time.

With you, there's
always time.

Do we change the
clocks on Sunday?

Don't scare me.

That's in 15 days, Anne.

I didn't notice
the summer go by.

Of course it goes by fast
when you work all August.

Are you teasing me?

Not at all.

I thought you were.

Hi kids.

How you doing?

I'm getting by.

Jules, do you know
about electricity?

I know about plaster.

But you know a thing or two.

Are you blacked out?

I ran a line upstairs and
when I plug in a hair dryer...

it trips the fridge.

You dry your hair?

It was a test.

But you have a hair dryer?

Yes, I have a hair dryer.

And only the fridge.

Did you run it
from the meter?

From a junction box.

You're sure about the power?

But why only the fridge?

Talk to Chapourle.

Yeah, I'll call him.

That's it.

What about a purple
wire with stripes?

- Dédé, a shot of whiskey.
- OK.

In this heat?

It won't stop me.

That'll be a
change from beer.

One for me too.

Good evening everyone.

Good evening.

Is this your chair, Annie?

You can take it.

You don't want to sit?

We're going.

I have to milk the goats.

And the kids?

We'll pick them up first.

Let's go.

It's ten to.

I'm having my shot.

Having a drink?

No time.

I'm going to Mr Soandso's.

You've got five minutes,
he never closes before half-past.

All right, a glass.

Hey idiot, we're
playing here tomorrow.

It's all I think
about, wanker.

- We'll meet for a drink?
- Sounds good.

- Dédé, put it on my tab.
- OK.

- Good night everyone.
- Good night.

You know about cars?

Has yours broken down?

The starter's new,
but when I turn the key...,

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

- Not a whisper.
- It's electrical.

Don't go to Mr Soandso,
he doesn't know anything.

I don't know.
We'll see.

- Dédé, I'll take a guignolet.
- Yeah.

- I'll have one too.
- Me too.

It's been a while.

- How's Roger?
- He's OK.

- Tell him to come by sometime.
- I've told him already.

- So tell him again.
- But he rarely sees anyone.

I'm having a pastis
for a change.

And a glass of beer.

You know about electricity?

- For cars?
- For houses.

Are you blacked out?

I ran a line upstairs, and
when I plug in a hair dryer,

it trips the fridge.

Why do you need a hair dryer?

If a hair dryer doesn't
work, nothing else will.

It draws too much power.

Did you try with
a TV or a radio?

- No.
- Try it, you'll see.

OK.

- How about that glass, Dédé?
- Oh, sure.

- And a pastis!
- And a pastis!

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

After he bought that house,
he kept a hotel room for months.

It was a whim,
but getting used to it...

must have been
another ball of wax.

He wanted to be with us.

Maybe he'd still be here if
we hadn't pushed him away.

We haven't seen
each other since.

If you threw him out...

We just asked him to leave.

Dédé and I have our lives.

We can ask someone to live elsewhere
without causing a big drama.

Not Roger.

To love people so much, then
go languish in a ghost town.

Stubborn old mule!

He's not languishing
here more than elsewhere.

As long as you're there.

But does he think
about you leaving?

Why are you waking me up?

I'm not waking you up.

Oh no?
What are you doing?

I'm caressing you.

Well, it's waking me up.

- You don't like being caressed?
- Not when I'm trying to sleep

I was looking for you.

I'm going down to
the Mississippi.

You coming?

What are you
going to do there?

Just wander around.

And sit by the water.

Of course you'll leave.

Not right away.

Not right away but one day,

and I have to think
about that day.

What's forcing you?

If I don't prepare myself,
it'll be terrible.

And if you're
prepared for it?

It'll still be terrible,
but I'll be prepared.

On the other hand, I've already
tried to prepare myself.

But it hasn't
stopped me from loving you.

So I'm not really
preparing myself.

Come on, I'll
fix you a drink.

I'm going.

Are you coming home late?

Most likely.

Can I have a few bucks?

How much do you want?

I don't know.
100, 200...

It's all I've got!

Thanks.

- See you tomorrow.
- Right, see you tomorrow.

He looks at me like
an idiot, and says;

so what do I do now?

You guys are having
a good laugh.

- Two pints?
- Three.

What's up with you
tonight, Hector?

Where have you been?

I'm talking with
Lydie and Annie.

Annie's actually talking?

Even as a kid, she
would answer questions.

- Really?
- I swear!

Sometimes she'd say things
without being asked.

Words?

Whole sentences!

Dédé, if you could spend the
night with three people...

out of everyone here,
who would you choose?

No idea.

Come on, think about it.

Three girls.

We know you wouldn't
go with Annie.

- Annie?
- Daniel's girlfriend.

The one that won't
stop talking.

You wouldn't go with Lydie.

She's for when
you're alone, right?

Why are you asking me this?

Because of Hector.

Guess who he's spending
the night with?

All right, I'm leaving you.

Later.

That's it, enjoy yourself.

Take advantage of it,
not every day's a party.

Julie, you mind if we
play while you talk?

No, keep going guys!

Just turn up the volume!

We can't,
the neighbours will complain.

We're not going
through this again.

Not because of the old folks?

Yes, because of them.

We're a little old to be
keeping them up, Julie.

I'll shut up, promise.

Good evening.

A whiskey, please.

An adventurer!

Tell me, have you seen
a guy passing through here?

His name is Basile Matin.

It's very likely he's
changed his name.

Should we try again later?

Tonight?

Not in 6 months.

In 6 months,
you'll be long gone.

But we can't stay like this.

Why don't we play some pool?

What's this all about?

Don't you think it's a
little late for pool?

I'm trying to sink the 13
but Lydie's in the way.

The 13?
What an idea!

Still, it's the prettiest.

If it's the prettiest,
why make it disappear?

I didn't think
about it that way.

Wait, you'll see.
I'll help you.

We'll sink them all and
save the 13 for the end.

Come on, time to go!

It's hard enough to find
people I can get along with.

- I'm staying.
- You'll find people elsewhere.

Elsewhere maybe,
but not everywhere.

Fine.

He's coming, I can feel it.

- Who's coming?
- There's no time to explain.

Don't worry, you're
safe in here!

I know you're there,
you little faggot.

You're lucky.

For now,
you're on the other side.

I can't touch you,
I said for now.

Go ahead, you can
run, but hurry...

and go far.

As far as you can.

You'll never go far enough,
I'll always find you.

And you know why?

Because I'm Johnny Got.

Yes, Johnny Got, the
king of hide-and-seek.

Go ahead.
Run!

Funny finding you here.

Yes, very funny.

What are you doing here?

I should ask you.

I'm waiting.

Waiting for what?

No!
You've no right.

I didn't sleep.
I just dreamed.

Dreaming isn't sleeping!

Stop it, Basile,
it's not for you.

Not for me?

You knew and you slept?

Of course I slept.

But why?

That's how it is.

Every one knows and
everyone sleeps.

And stop asking me why.

I didn't invent the world.

You're just searching for
him with no idea where he is?

If he knew, he
wouldn't be looking.

He could have some idea.

You really don't have a clue?

He was on his way
to Buenauzères.

So why doesn't he
go to Buenauzères?

That's what he's doing.

Obviously not, if
he's stopping here.

Maybe he doesn't stop
at every gas station.

Do you stop at
every gas station?

You see!

Not everyone
stops in my café!

You're sure he
passed by this way?

Yesterday he was in Oncongue,
heading to Buenauzères.

Isn't this the road
to Buenauzères?

Unless you go
through Memfisse.

But that's the long way.
But the road is better.

But this way is
so much faster!

Check, please.

How long have
you been looking?

Goodbye.

You wouldn't be
going to Buenauzères?

I'm stopping in Glasgaud.

Could I get a ride?

Sure!

So why are you
looking for him?

Goodbye.

- Well, thanks.
- Don't mention it!

- See you so on!
- Bye!

- You want to get a drink?
- I don't have time, thanks.

Too bad.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

He asks me if it's a
long way to Buenauzères.

"That depends...
100, 120 kilometres.

For some it's far,
for some it's not."

He asks if he can
use the phone.

I'm sorry, I'm not
the post office.

I tell him he has
to buy a drink.

He says;
I'll have a Potemkin.

I've been selling
drinks for years...

and I've never
heard of a Potemkin.

The drink, I mean.

I've heard of the boat.

What do you put
in a Potemkin?

Beer and black currant,
he says.

Could you drink that?

Anyway, to each his own!

I serve him his Potemkin.

What about the telephone?,
he says;

"Okay, relax,
I'm not that cheap."

So I give him the phone, he
makes his call, he pays,

I give him his change...

and he says goodbye.

He leaves without
touching his Potemkin.

Then he stops at the door,
comes back and says,

"by the way, did you see
a guy pass by?"

"Young, a little
smaller than me?"

Like you!

And you're looking for him!

If you ask me, you should
arrange to meet somewhere.

Don't you think that
would be easier?

Don't be shy.
Just look in on people.

As long as you're
here, you want a drink?

I didn't think
anyone was here.

And I suppose the candle's
burning by the light...

of the holy spirit?

But it looks so abandoned.

Nice of you to say.

The rest, maybe,
but not my place.

This is your house?

No, I live at the
neighbour's house.

That way my place
stays clean.

You're impossible to talk to!

Well of course it's my house.

- Well, you could have been...
- I could have been what?

You know who's in their
own home and who's not?

You're not from around here.

From Buenauzères?

No, from New York.

You could have meant
the neighbourhood.

I know my neighbourhood,
I don't have to ask.

I thought you were asking...

It wasn't a question.

I can spot someone who's not from
around here from miles away.

Good.

I'm looking for someone
who's not from around here.

Big? Small?
Young? Old?

Young, bigger than me.

He's also looking
for someone.

A young man who's
looking for someone?

- That's right.
- Wearing a jacket?

- Yeah.
- A blue jacket?

Maybe.
It depends on the day.

And a sailor's cap!

That depends, too.

But often wearing
a sailor's cap!

Probably.

I know where your man is.
Come with me.

- Who's this guy?
- How should I know?

- You could've known.
- How?

I don't know.

Go follow him,
but discreetly!

- And then?
- Judge for yourself.

Either warn Johnny Got,
or come back and see me.

I'll wait here.
Go.

Let's go.

You drink with Sorano
but you don't know him?

Of course I do.

I just didn't know his name.

And what do you call him?

By his first name.

It's become difficult to
have a drink with Sorano!

Yeah?

At least to have
something to say to him.

In general, it's hard to
drink with someone...

you've got nothing to say to.

What do you and
Sorano talk about?

What do you think
we talk about?

What do I think
you talk about.

I wouldn't want Sorano to
think that I have his...

little red balls,
if you see what I mean!

No, wait, I don't
see what you mean.

Think for a second.

I'm here to buy.

Johnny Got's here to
buy, you hear that guys?

Either you've got the
datebook of a priest,

or you're trying to
cover your tracks.

- Tracks?
- What tracks?

You expect me to
explain everything?

That might give you ideas.

I want to believe
that you're innocent,

but fix this fast, because
you're going to wind up...

with your nose
in your own shit.

I'm really tired of
your slaps and punches!

No kidding!

Stop.

Stop!

It's only a matter of
few little red balls.

Let's try to stay calm.

We'll stay calm, but stop
answering my questions...

with more questions, OK?

Let's walk.
You'll catch a cold.

But I don't want to walk.

Okay, you don't want to walk.

You know, Johnny Got,
Buenauzères is a small town,

hardly any people.

Word gets around fast if you
deal with both Sorano and me.

What makes you think
I'm dealing with Sorano?

I didn't ask a question,
so you don't answer.

It was a question,
not an answer.

So, you come to
a town you don't know,

Sorano has kilos of little
red balls stolen from him.

By chance, you
want some from me.

Also by chance,
you don't buy any.

And finally, by chance,
you deal with Sorano.

What are you getting at?

It seems like a lot
of coincidences to me.

Would I be buying from you
if I had something to hide?

Yes, I think you would.

You think I'm that stupid?

I wouldn't call it stupidity.

You're annoying me with
all of your questions.

So, Bodowski, always
in form after midnight!

Oh, it's not how
it used to be.

Untie him, Franck!

What are you doing, Jack?

Don't worry, Jack just
thought he saw someone.

He wants to understand,
you know how it is.

That said, now, do
you want to explain?

Explain what?

This!

Oh, that.

What's your guy looking for?

Forget about Jack and
talk to me about this!

I'm trying to explain a
thing or two to your friend.

Such as?

Such as, I'm a nice guy,

but don't make me
out to be something I'm not,

if you see what I mean!

Who's making you out to be
what you're not, Bodowski?

Someone who wants to buy some
little red balls with no money.

And says he'll
have money so on.

And since you two have been
seen together recently,

you understand,
I ask questions!

I understand that
you've got questions.

Get in!

Hey!

Come on, get in.
It's me.

Get in, it's me.

- Shouldn't I drive?
- It's my car, I'll drive.

I don't know how
this happened.

I must have fucked
up somewhere.

Having a drink with
Sorano wasn't brilliant.

I don't believe this!

Can you be quieter?
We can't hear ourselves talk.

One drink, one drink with
Sorano in my entire life.

And I was there for
an hour at the most.

Word couldn't have
got around that fast.

He must have had me followed,
which means he already knew.

You can keep talking.

You should know
what you want.

I want less noise, but I'm not
stopping you from talking.

You can't make people talk
if they don't want to.

Everybody was
talking a minute ago.

Now they've got
nothing to say?

Mind your own business.

But you're all listening
and it's annoying.

No one's listening to you.

Is anyone listening?

See?

So if you're not listening,
talk amongst yourselves.

Now, as I was saying, he must
have had me followed,

and if he had me followed,
he already knew.

Maybe he was in the dark
and just did it to see...

Please, don't take
him for a fool.

I did and you saw
what happened.

He knows someone stole some
little red balls from Sorano.

Why does he think
that I stole them?

I'm trying to buy some.

Logically, a guy that
steals, wants to sell...

and not buy more, right?

Logically.

If it wasn't you who stole
them, I don't see the problem.

Of course it was me.

So why did you
want to buy more?

I didn't.

Okay, I did.

But I really wanted
to sell them, see?

After that, I figured they'd talk,
that Sorano would mess it up.

That gave me time to escape.

It was all sown up.

In that case, we're
escaping right now.

Except they're on our trail...

and the little red balls
are in my trunk.

With Sorano and Bodowski
getting together behind my back.

Other than that,
we're escaping.

You could always
give them back!

And tell them it was just
to see how they'd react?

Don't tell me how to
stay out of trouble.

Not you!

You're lucky
you've been useful.

I wasn't going to
do you any favors.

Even now, you should
watch yourself,

or I'll tie you to a tree...

with the little
red balls and call Sorano.

Got it?

I think it's best we
go our separate ways.

I see what you're up to.
Of course it's best for you.

But not a chance.

Once I start hunting,
I never let go.

You're never letting me go?

Of course not.

Why?

What do you mean why?

What happens to me?

I don't know.

I haven't thought
about it yet.

Anyway, you were
looking for me, too.

Well, here I am.

- I don't know.
- You already said that.

You go over all
this foolishness...

and then say you don't know.

Think about it,
you can't go on like this.

- What do you want me to say?
- That you didn't love him!

That's got nothing
to do with it.

I ask you if you loved him,
and you tell me,

I don't know.

In other words, you didn't.
Otherwise you'd know.

Anyway, once he was
dead, I had to leave.

I'm sorry, but
he wasn't dead.

He gave me a beer, we talked.

And we talked for
quite a while.

Pass me the bottle, please.

Pass you the bottle?

Ah yes.

It's funny the way you
repeat every question!

Repeat every question?

How's that?

Ah yes...

So, and then?

I was just explaining.

You haven't
explained anything.

You've been telling me that
there are things going on...

in your head, that you
don't understand,

that you don't know
why or how...

and that it doesn't
seem too serious.

I can't take you
home in this state.

Go on, and try to be clear!

So after Roger died...

He's not dead!

All right, if you like.

So afterward, I
had no direction.

Nowhere to go,
nothing to do.

But I knew you
were behind me...

and it was annoying
to not know...

that you could
jump me at any moment.

I'd rather have
you out front...

and I started looking for you,

thinking it would
keep you from finding me.

But I was just keeping an eye
on you, and for a few days,

I was really close.

And then you disappeared,
I lost you in another story.

I had to start over.

That's when I
started thinking...

It couldn't last forever.

Either I'd go far away
and it would go on...

for the rest of our lives,
or I'd kill you,

but I'm not really a killer.

So I decided to find you
and sort it out,

to give myself up.

But I didn't want to
just wait for you.

No, my idea was to find you
so that I could say, OK,

here I am, but it's
because I wanted it.

See the difference?

And then?

What do you mean?

Then what would we do?

How should I know?

That would be your problem.
I'd have done my part.

I'd say it worked
out better for you.

For me?

Funny coming from you!

Next time, I'll leave
you in your shit.

Wake up, let's go!

Perhaps you think we're
going to kill you,

but this is your last chance.

Come on, let's go!

You all right?

I'll be okay,
save yourselves.

This way.

Hey, I'm tired.

Do you understand?
I'm tired.

I can't sleep.
If I sleep, I die.

Yeah, I heard.

No, it can't be.
Not now!

I have an idea.
I'll sleep a little,

wake up,
stay awake for an hour...

and then go back to sleep.

That should work.

It's my last sleep, but if
I sleep twice, I'm saved.

He'll have nothing.

I'm only his after
my last sleep.

Understand?

If I sleep
after my last sleep,

I beat Faftao Laoupo's logic...
and I become immortal.

Of course, that'd be best.

Have you seen an alarm clock?

On the mantel.

And if I don't wake
up, call out to me!

Yeah, I'll call out to you.

And don't go too far.

If I have to go,
I'll wake you up.

What's going on?

I slept.

Great, you slept.

And?

I wasn't supposed to sleep!

You're still
worried about that?

But I'm going to die now!

Listen, you little shit.

Do you know anyone
who's not going to die?

We're all the same.

It all has to stop one day.

And even if it's not fun,
it's perfect that way.

So stop complaining
and let me sleep,

because I actually enjoy it.

Got it?

He really pisses me off!

Other than a few screws missing,
he's actually a nice guy.

I simply don't know
what to do anymore.

We're between Bairoute
and Boggota,

so it's still a long drive.

We won't be at your
place before nightfall.

Until tonight then.

I don't know.

Say that one more time, you
get the bottle in your mouth.

No, I don't know.

I don't believe it.

We rack our brains for you,
and you still don't know.

Try to know a little.

I don't know.
What should I say?

What do we do with
you while we wait?

Am I asking you to
do something with me?

You must understand we can't let
little wankers like you run free.

No, I don't understand.

You don't understand!

You don't understand that you risk
spending your life doing nothing.

But even that
doesn't scare you.

On your death bed you'll say,
I did nothing, it was great!

We just wanted
to save you that.

I don't care, I'm immortal.

What should we do?

I have no idea.

We'll see tomorrow.

But for tonight?

I'm going to bed.

At this hour?

What time is it?

It's only 11:00.

But I'm tired.

It's a little early,
but do what you want.

Isn't the Champion's
League on tonight?

It must be over by now.

But we can watch the highlights
of the other games.

But it's Wednesday...

So?

It's on channel one.

I don't get it here.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

We'd like to speak
to Johnny Got.

Who?

I should have expected that.

Who are you, anyway?

We're some people who are
looking for Johnny Got.

We know he's here and
we want to talk to him.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

This one's not bad either.

Listen, you're mixed up
in this for nothing and...

Although...

Why do you say although?
You know nothing.

That's exactly why
I said although.

Are you aware that
Johnny Got has created...

a few concerns for us lately?

You see, he's in the dark!

We've got nothing
against you.

But if you happened to
help out some people who...

How should I put it?

...inconvenienced us.

What do you think, Sorano?

Really inconvenienced us.

Then things might not
go well between us.

Might really not go well.

How else could they go?

I ask you.

But I don't see why you think
things shouldn't go well.

Ah, you don't see!

But we've
surrounded your house...

without even
asking your opinion.

But he just asked
me my opinion.

Yeah, but Sorano and I, we
don't ask the same questions...

because we see
things differently.

You see the red Fuego
behind Johnny Got's car?

When he decides to talk,
he can find us there.

It's nice out tonight.

I wouldn't say that.

For January it
could be worse.

It's true that January's been
very mild the last few years.

The problem is that we end
up with a disgusting summer.

So, what else?

He doesn't want to see you.

He thinks you're
going to kill him.

You're a sensible boy.

Do we look like killers?

He might at least
trust you...

but not you!

That's news to me!

Why should I
want to kill him?

For kilos of
little red balls?

I don't know
why people kill...

but it's true that you
seem more, well, less...

You seem meaner.

I seem what?

Meaner?

You're talking about
something that's not...

as simple as you think.

So you should
watch what you say!

Don't get excited, Sorano.

You asked, the
kid's answering.

If you don't like the
answers, don't ask questions.

I'm just asking why I
should want to kill him.

There's nothing wrong
with what I said.

That's how it is, at first
glance, some people...

seem nicer than others.

But it doesn't mean anything.

It's no secret that
you can't be trusted.

Look Bodowski, I'd appreciate
it if you didn't add your opinion.

Here we are,
talking about it...

but there's no doubt about
whether we want to kill him.

You tell Johnny Got that
if he doesn't come,

we'll come get him.

And tell him it's better for him
if we don't have to move.

And we don't
want to kill him.

How are you going to escape?

I've got a plan.

And then what do you do?

And then?

Then I run.
What else?

And then?

We're not there yet.

We will be so on.

I'll see when I get there.

You can't run
your whole life.

So they say.

You'll have to
manage by yourself.

I'll have to
manage by myself?

Because you started
this mess,

and you refuse to fix it.

You think I was counting
on you to help me?

Maybe you don't really
understand the situation,

but there's a group of
gangsters outside.

Real gangsters!

I know they look silly at
first, but if I go outside,

I'm a dead man.

Jack, over here.
Stay there.

Who's he?

Basile, a friend.

Since we're all friends
here, where is he?

I'm sure they'll answer that.

Okay, let's search the place.

I'll stay downstairs,
someone go upstairs,

and someone on the roof.

Franck?

I have to go up on the roof?

I'm just asking.

You don't want to?

It's not that
I don't want to,

but I always
get the crappy job.

So you don't want to.

I don't care.

I'll go up with you.

Wait, Sorano, you work with
some really special people.

You see how he reacts?

I want to, but I'm
not exactly excited.

I'm going, I'm not going.

I can't stand that.

He's up there.

You go that way,
I'm going this way.

Just so we
understand each other,

Sorano, we're not partners.

Honestly, do we
look like partners?

You see!

So get one thing straight,
I'm mixed up in this...

with you, but I'm the
one who decides...

what we do with Johnny Got
and with Basile and Igor.

Is that clear?

Is that clear or do
we talk to Quibore?

No, not Quibore.

As if I wouldn't.

All right.

So, little darlings,
leave them alone.

We're here for Johnny Got
and trust me,

we'll deal with him.

What about him?
He veered a car at me.

If you don't want to be
veered at, find a new job.

You make money, you don't
have to wake up early.

There are bound to
be inconveniences.

- All set?
- Yeah, all set.

Goodbye.

Put him in my car,
we're taking him.

I thought you just
wanted to talk.

It's getting late.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Where are you taking him?

We'll bring him back
when we're finished.

You can be funny
when you try, Sorano.

I'm wondering if
we didn't screw up.

Hi.

Mother couldn't
help yelling at me.

It's always the same;
Where have you been?

"Can't you tell me
when and where you go?"

We've been looking
for a year.

If they had really looked,
they'd have found me.

But she's nice.

A little annoying,
but I love her.

She's a mother!

Otherwise, things
are back to normal.

I sleep every night
without any problem.

Well, I say no problem.

I never go to sleep
before morning,

so I never wake up before noon,

and at night,
I can't sleep at all.

It's a vicious cycle
and I can't get out.

I admit that I'm not
really trying to get out.

After all, I don't work,
so I can sleep all day.

I'll eventually have
to think about working.

It's good to earn a living...

and it'd keep me
from being so bored.

But it's always the same.

I eventually realize that I don't
want to get up every morning.

I should be a night watchman.

The problem is, around here,
to find a job as a night watchman,

you have to get up early.

One thing's for sure, I'm not
going to spend my life here.

I'll have to go
away eventually.

But it's the same problem.

I say that and then realize
that I'm too happy here.

Sure, it's full of
fakes and ingrates,

but I also meet good people.

And it's my country.

I like it here.

Finally, I realize
more and more...

that's there's really only
one thing that gets me off,

and that always will...

People.

Every one.

Others!

I hope that I'll want to
meet people my whole life.

I say that now, but maybe someday
I won't want it any more.

I'd like to do
lots of things.

I'd like to change the world,
because I don't really like it.

But who does like it?

And I'd like to do
something great.

I don't know what yet.

I'm looking.

I'll find something
or I won't.

And even if I do,
it doesn't mean I'll succeed,

but the further I go, the more
I realize that it's not important.

The important
thing is people.

Even if they're
a pain in the ass.

Because I have the feeling
that on your death bed,

if you haven't reconciled with
others, you can't be happy.

But is it so important
to die happy?

I don't know.

But I know that the day you
start to see things that way...

is the day you stop
worrying about dying.

Maybe I'm exaggerating.

I'm always a little
afraid of dying.

And when I think
of Faftao Laoupo,

I still get a chill up my spine.

It still seems like I'm touching
the chain of eternity.

Except it doesn't
hurt anymore.

It puts me in my place.

Because today, when I think
of myself in the world,

in humanity, I realize that the
only thing that's eternal is others.

And then death...

Yes, I'll die one day.

I think dying is the best
thing that can happen...

to a man at the
end of his life.

And even to a dog.

As for the rest; work, the
day-to-day stuff, all that,

it should all work
itself out, in time.