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Each generation must, in relative opacity,

discover its mission.

Fill it,

or betray her.

Me.

Like you.

You go to the entrance.

Hello Mrs.

Your husband when he arrives?

Doctor Fanon.

And you are?

Emilio, the goalkeeper.

No thanks.

It'll be fine.

Hello gentlemen.

Doctor Fanon, your new department head.

Are there activities?

How are these activities?

They don't know how to dress themselves.

You already have to wipe them in the morning and evening.

We ration their water.

In this heat?

So they don't throw their urine in our faces.

Over there it's the others.

Do they have the right to go out?

Just a short tour.

In the morning, before lunch and in the evening.

Just when it's a little cooler.

But only if they behaved well.

They are scared to death.

They learned to respect us.

Untie them.

The director will never accept.

Call your colleagues.

Do what I tell you!

Do it yourself.

So what about this day?

Well, those in my department don't follow me.

But hey, I don't intend to accept what they impose on me.

I'm going to disrupt this.

- Good evening, Auguste Darmain. - Good evening.

Dr. Franz Fanon?

That's right, Mr.

Director. Tell me, release the patients, Is this your idea?

I don't chain patients.

It's for their own safety.

Do you think you are going to change the nature of North Africans?

In my department, they will have the

same treatment as European patients.

The same rights.

You don't know them, they are dangerous.

North Africans are more violent, primitive.

Absence of prefrontal lobe.

Porot, our master, it was he who founded

this hospital, he knows what he's talking about.

They are men like you and me.

Did you choose Algeria for your first position?

Do you think I would have been more

legitimate in treating my fellow West Indians?

I warn you, Fanon.

In the event of the slightest incident,

I will hold you personally responsible.

That’s good, Mr.

Darmain.

I'm not in the habit of running away from my responsibilities. New friend?

He would never have allowed himself to

come and lecture one of his colleagues.

Never.

What he thinks of you, we don't care.

It's not you who asks to be judged by your results?

In my department, patients can come and go.

It's up to you to control the entrances and exits.

The keys.

Hello, Mr. Ben Abdullah.

How are you today?

Do you understand why I need you here?

What does he say?

He wants to see his family again, Doctor.

His family?

According to his file, he doesn't have one.

Perhaps this is his way of talking about his isolation.

He wants to know where you come from.

I was born in Martinique.

A small island near America.

The oldest French colony.

My grandparents had chains on their feet, slaves.

They came from Africa too.

I have a question, Doctor.

Isn't it risky to let them circulate?

Walking is an essential need.

It helps your brain work.

And then, they are not prisoners,

but men like you and me.

You will learn to live with them, and they with you.

So.

Anyone who wants to work with me, come by my office.

So, Fanon, these are your beautiful theories?

They are not worth much in the face of reality.

We are not going to change a century of domination in a few months.

I don't have that pretension.

- Why are you stubborn? - Admit that you are wrong.

Let me show you otherwise.

You can't be right against everyone.

They don't even know how to follow the rules.

Just yesterday, they looked at each other like stone dogs.

And now they play together.

Besides...

I am going to submit a request for the

construction of a real football field in the next budget.

You are not against it?

Don't try to get away with pirouettes.

But it's serious, Mr.

Director.

Very serious.

Physical activity socializes and regulates them.

You are a lonely man, Fanon. Doctor?

Mr Fanon?

- Be brief, young man. - I don't have time.

All right. My name is Jacques Azoulay. I am an intern.

And I want to join your team.

I want to work with you.

And what do they say about me at the University of Algiers?

They say that you are opening gaps in a

completely outdated colonial psychiatry.

And that no one wants to work with you except the Algerians.

In short, Are you coming to my aid?

No.

Is it true that you worked with Tosquelles in Saint-Alban?

It was he who taught me my trade, yes.

Do you want to become a psychiatrist?

In fact, I, at the start, I wanted to do philosophy instead.

But my parents think it's not a real job.

Whereas a doctor, yes.

And what do your parents do for a living?

They are tailors.

Interesting, that.

In Algiers?

Yes.

Well, you will give me their address.

All right.

You start tomorrow.

Alright.

The colonized people are presented

as a people arrested in their evolution.

Impervious to reason, incapable

of directing his own affairs.

Requiring the permanent presence of management.

In fact, the history of colonized peoples

is transformed into agitation without any

meaning, and as a result, we have the

impression that for these peoples, humanity

began with the arrival of these valiant settlers.

What are you doing ?

These are notes on the colonial situation.

Here I perceive it differently than in the West Indies.

Life in Algeria made it appear different to me.

It's late.

Come to bed.

I'm coming.

Doctor.

I found it this morning when I arrived.

It's not his fault.

It's not his fault.

Behavioral disorder...

Verbal stereotype...

He must have suffered a violent shock.

Do we know who dropped it off?

Let us put him under observation.

No external signs of psychosis or schizophrenia

but I too lean towards a recent shock.

Maybe transient...

He may have participated in an attack.

This is the vocabulary of the authorities.

The Germans also spoke of terrorists.

We called ourselves rather resistant.

It's true.

If only we were aware that we were occupying Algeria.

But no.

For us it's France...

Make the colonists realize that he too is alienated

and that one cannot be treated without the other.

This is the challenge that awaits us.

You keep an eye on him.

I'll let you finish analyzing this file.

You will come back to me a little later.

Very good Doctor.

Music Do you

know Armstrong?

Let My People Go.

A song of liberation.

Jazz.

Music of revolt of the black American people.

You definitely have an opinion on what's going on.

Attacks against the French army.

Do you think the Algerian people will rise up?

I don't do politics, Ms.

Fanon.

But it's normal to rebel when you're oppressed.

That's what your husband says.

He is unleashed.

For a long time.

And we run behind. Do you know raï?

No.

Can I play you some records?

My pleasure.

My wife Josie.

Jacques Azoulay.

Hello Mrs.

- Good morning. Enchanted. - Welcome Mr. Azoulay.

- No, Jacques. - Call me Jacques.

You can tell her she's pretty.

Thank you for this good meal.

Come on, let's go back to the buffet, I have something to show you.

So, you can now help yourself.

You have acrass, skewers, and then that.

You absolutely have to taste this.

It is a West Indian specialty.

At our place, there are a lot of crabs, the

touloulou, the mantou and the terrible "it's my fault".

The custom is that at Easter the children chase them.

An initiation rite.

I was content with my bar mitzvah.

Excuse me.

Yes of course.

Excuse me.

Where is the bathroom, please?

The first thing I look at when I arrive

at someone's house is their library.

Go for it.

Black skin, white masks.

This is what happens to a rejected thesis.

And for what reason?

Too atypical.

I had to write a second one quickly to

convince them that I could join the ranks.

But hey, here, I'm a psychiatrist, not a writer.

Return to Aimé Césaire’s native country.

My literature teacher at Schœlcher high school.

It was he who opened the way for me,

even if I don't entirely share his choices.

Reflection on the Jewish question.

Jean-Paul Sartre.

It's all Sartre.

Me, the first time I felt Jewish,

me, it was in 40...

When Vichy banned us from going to school

It is the look of the other that makes the Jew, the black, the madman.

You are both here.

I was wondering where you had gone.

A typical case.

Ex-philosopher who studied psychiatry.

Don't wait too long.

Our guests have to go.

The essential idea of Tosquelles,

it is that the psychiatrist's view of the patient must change.

Above all, we must treat them as human beings,

listen to them, then integrate them into a community.

How do you want to change things here in Algeria?

Here as elsewhere.

Let's go.

Our Algerian friends have a curfew to respect.

Doctor, quickly, the soldiers.

Ahmed.

Stop!

What right do you have to take him away?

This patient is my responsibility.

So are you the defender of the stupid?

It seems that you make them play football?

Doctor Fanon, head of department.

- We need to question him. - Fight against terrorism.

I doubt he can tell you anything.

It's me who decides that.

Without permission, you do not enter my service.

That's it!

Doctor Fanon!

Hocine!

I imagine you know this Sergeant.

I'm listening to you.

Hocine.

I was asked to find a place to hide our wounded.

And Blida hospital is a solution.

And it's because you treat them that I stayed, Doctor.

You know very well that I hate

being presented with a fait accompli.

And who is this “we”?

I have to see him tomorrow.

That’s good.

I need to get some air.

We're suffocating here.

- You have to be careful, Doctor. - Be very careful...

And your wife? Isn't that a bit risky?

She is no different from me.

She just wants to discover your country.

And then we're not going to blame a young

couple for going to spend a day in the mountains.

Be careful if you defend Algerians,

they will file a case against you.

How did they know he was in my department?

It could have been sold by anyone at the hospital.

The director, I believe, is treating Sergeant Rolland.

Sergeant, at his age...

He's been in the army for a long time though, right?

He is known for his very thorough interrogations.

In your jargon, you would call

him a loud-mouthed, impulsive

sociopath with a total lack of empathy.

And merciless if you resist him.

One thing is sure, you should avoid frequenting him.

Yes, he probably has psychopathic

traits, but don't jump to conclusions.

I see that you are working on your psychiatric semiology.

It's good.

It's him.

It's Ramdane.

Welcome.

I don't have the presumption to think

that the Algerian revolution needs me.

But if I can be of help.

Your reputation has gone beyond the hospital walls.

There was this young girl.

I felt so much hostility in his eyes.

If she could, she would have put me on the boat straight away.

But it's not you she's mad at, madame.

It’s up to the colonists and their contempt.

At home, in Martinique.

We were taught to be ashamed of the dark,

so much so that we look at each other with suspicion,

unable to act together.

But here it's different.

Doctor, be careful!

How are you ?

How are you ?

Did you do this?

Good evening, gentlemen. Your pet, he must have escaped and...

Hey. Shut up.

You mean it's my fault my beast died there.

Lying on the road.

Who gave you this car?

You don't see a lot of niggers driving around here.

It's my husband, Dr. Fanon.

I am a psychiatrist at Blida hospital.

Listen, I will compensate you. How many do you want?

40,000 francs.

40,000 francs?

40,000 francs.

I don't have them on me. I can give you recognition

of debt. And tomorrow I'll pay you if you want.

You niggers are not trustworthy people.

So, do you know what we're going to do?

You're going to leave your car with me and you're going to leave on foot.

This is way, way too much for your sheep.

And you know it very well.

Oh !

Aren't you forgetting something?

Frantz!

It wasn't them who neutralized me with their weapons.

I thought of you.

I don't want anything to happen to this little one.

We'll hold on, Frantz.

What is happening here, it's more bearable.

This girl from the douar, She’s the one who’s right.

You have complained enough about these West Indians who want

remain French despite all the humiliations.

There is finally a chance that things will change here.

We weren't allowed to run away.

Do you remember that you told me about Le Temps Robert?

When they tried to starve the population in Martinique.

People replanted vegetables so as not to starve.

You're right.

This is the way to go.

In the colonies,

the interlocutor of the colonized is the gendarme or the soldier.

The city of the colonized or the indigenous city,

the medina is a disreputable place, populated by disreputable people.

The colonized world is a world cut in two.

The dividing line, the borders,

are indicated by barracks and police stations.

Wait. Slower.

Sorry.

Do you understand why this machine is driving me crazy?

The view that the colonized have on the

settler town is a look of lust.

A look of envy.

Dream of possession. Sit at the settler's table,

sleep in the settler's bed with his wife, if possible.

The colonized are envious.

And the colonist is not unaware of it, but

who notes bitterly but always on the alert.

They want to take our place.

Hello, Doctor.

Think about getting other beds for the Algerian pavilion.

You must order seeds for the Creole garden.

We are going to plant our vegetables ourselves with the sick.

An idea from Josie.

The next time we go up to Douar,

we might have something to offer them.

And why not a refreshment bar?

For the patients?

It will save you from going to drink your coffee with the others...

with the other idiots.

Moorish cafe. Another word from the colonist.

How do you say it in Arabic?

But with the director.

He does everything he can to make our lives difficult.

Let's stop going through him.

How are you ?

Hello Sir.

Yemma.

Madam...

She's Ahmed's mother.

We don't know where your son is, Mrs.

Messaoui.

She says it's not possible.

He's a nice, good boy. What did they do to him?

What should I tell him?

Tell him that I have already made several

official requests for my patient to be

returned to me and that I am not going to give up.

I'm not going to let them go.

Hello hello sir. Doctor Fanon.

I'm calling to hear from my patient, Ahmed Messaoui.

Yes, he was taken by a certain Sergeant Rolland.

Yes, he lives in Algiers.

1932. Yes.

Alright. Listen sir, I'll let you call me back.

Yes, I'm waiting for your call, sir. Thank you so much.

I am waiting for your proposals so that your

culture can break away from the one that we

wanted to impose on you, so that you feel here, at home.

Sallah!

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

I have a comment, Doctor.

Here we have no place to pray.

We need a room.

All right. No problem, take charge

and I'll take care of the authorizations.

Here there is enough space for a

prayer room and even a mosque.

But it's up to you to do it.

We could change the decor, for example, eh?

Put on new colors, let it be joyful,

that we feel good. Do you see?

We could also do DIY workshops,

repair bikes or we could have a jazz club.

Huh Ahmed? We could dance.

You like to dance, look!

We could dance, have a film club, show films!

No ?

I'm talking to you about doing

things together, like football

for example, manual activities.

I have suggested a journal and am waiting for your suggestions.

Are you not comfortable with us?

Look, we're like a big family. Everything is fine.

No, no, stop.

-Hey! The meeting is over there. - It's over!

Blowing up the colonial world is

now a very clear, very

understandable action image that

can be taken up by each of the

individuals constituting the colonized people.

Destroying the colonial world is nothing more or less about abolishing an area.

Bury it deep in the ground or expel it from the territory.

Frantz, now.

SO ?

Congratulations ! It's a boy.

Can I see it?

Wait, here, I'll wash it.

It's a boy. It's a boy.

Congratulations !

I'm sorry to bother you, Doctor.

What's going on?

We have an emergency.

Let's go.

What are you going to call it?

Uh...Olivier.

Son of Frantz, grandson of ?

That's to say ?

He was born on Algerian territory. Here we say

We can go back several generations like that.

Nobody saw you?

What happened to him?

Wood chore, Doctor.

But what do you mean, wood chore?

They make the prisoner believe that he is going to look for wood.

He lets him walk away and they shoot him.

As if it were an escape.

And like that, they are covered by the hierarchy.

Go get Azoulay.

Tell him to prepare the surgery room.

I have it!

So.

Pacification.

Does he have his tetanus vaccine?

I don't know

We're going to make one for him, but he must leave tomorrow.

No problem, Doctor, I take care of it.

Hold it.

I sign the admission form.

You put the name you want.

If Darmain does a check, and we are protected by legality.

It'll be OK. How are you. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...

It seems like you've been doing this your whole life.

I saw it as a crash course.

48 in Israel.

Shh, shh...

Breathe.

Why didn't you stay in Israel?

Because of my parents.

And yours?

I live in the present.

It's not because I left them

that I no longer have them in me.

I'll have to leave you. Josie needs me.

The mountain of Chréa is full of fells.

If they all come here for

treatment, it could be complicated.

We'll deal with it or I won't be able to face myself anymore.

Before you leave, you clean everything.

You must not leave anything lying around. Nothing.

All right.

Good luck. It'll be OK.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dear Doctor, in my arms.

Congratulations, Doctor.

Good morning.

Good morning. THANKS.

THANKS. THANKS. Thank you all.

This is the custom, Doctor, when

a child is born. We eat tamina.

And what's more, it's the best. My wife prepared it.

Here, Doctor.

- Well, thank you for everything. - THANKS. Thank you so much.

A first child is worth celebrating.

After the war, I had

a little girl, Mireille.

She is in mainland France with her mother.

I never met her.

Did you see, Doctor? Look!

This time, they participate.

Under their smiles, there is violence.

Let's not forget it.

Welcome to Porot Hospital.

The old world of psychiatry.

Your blouse.

THANKS.

What is this?

My lunch.

All right.

Okay, you write down everything he says. All right ?

Do I have the right to speak?

Yes of course. Everyone has the floor.

On the other hand, if you say something stupid, he won't miss you.

I paid the price.

Well, sometimes it's hard to follow...

But what matters is moving forward.

His mantra is get on with it!

How did you get there?

It was Doctor Fanon who asked me to join you.

You must be a head, then!

- Yes, yes, I'm brilliant. - Rather very bright.

(He's a patient too.)

It's incredible.

What about the rest of the hospital?

The rest of the hospital, they support us.

Well, not really.

In fact, they hate us... sincerely.

Shukran.

And where are you from?

From Algiers.

Eh ? Me too.

From a Jewish family.

Yeah, me too.

Rather conservative.

Okay, I'm fine.

Salam.

It's good. Well done !

Go for it !

THANKS. THANKS. THANKS...

Thank you all. Thank you all

And thank you to the Doctor Azoulay for the invitation.

A society that forces its

members to resort to

solutions of despair and

violence is an unviable society.

This is a society that needs to be replaced.

The duty of the citizen,

yours, mine, is to say it.

The colonized people are presented as a

people arrested in their evolution,

incapable of managing their own affairs, without history.

The language of the colonist, when he

speaks of the colonized, is a zoological language.

We allude to the stench, the swarming,

the swarming, the gesticulations.

The colonist, to find the right word, constantly refers to the bestiary.

And the first thing the native

learns to do is to stay in his place.

This is why the native's

dreams are muscular dreams.

Dreams of action, aggressive dreams.

I dream that I jump, that I swim, that I run, that I climb.

I dream that I burst out laughing, that I cross the river in one stride,

that I'm chased by a pack of cars that

never catch up with me.

This aggression sedimented in his muscles.

The colonized will first manifest them against their own people.

- Dirty nigger! - French Algeria!

Algeria is French!

- Sit down! - Sit down!

You will sit down and listen to what he has to say.

Sit down!

Patrol...

Where is Ramdane?

Okay, get them in there.

Go!

Go! Go ! Faced with the colonial arrangement, the

colonized find themselves in a state of permanent tension.

The settler's world is a hostile world that rejects.

But at the same time, it’s a world that inspires envy.

The colonized always dream of settling in the place of the colonist.

The colonized are always on the alert because they have

difficulty deciphering the multiple signs of the colonial world.

He never knows whether he has crossed the line or not.

Faced with the world arranged by the colonialist,

the colonized are always presumed guilty.

But, deep within himself,

the colonized does not recognize any instance.

He is dominated but not domesticated.

In his muscles, the colonized is always waiting,

we cannot say that he is worried, that he is terrified.

In fact, he is always ready to abandon his role as game

to take that of hunter.

It is not possible to enslave men

without logically inferiorizing them through and through.

And racism is just the emotional explanation,

emotional.

Sometimes intellectual, of this inferiorization.

In fact, racism follows flawless logic.

A country that lives,

draws its substance from the exploitation of different peoples,

inferiorizes its peoples.

Racism is not a constant of the human spirit,

it is a provision included in a specific system.

Is he sleeping?

Yes.

Sometimes I tell myself that he has the right to a normal childhood.

Far from all that.

To leave would be to prove them right.

Go enter it.

Enter.

Good evening

Come on, quickly, quickly.

Are you going to eat with us?

Thank you, ma'am.

Are you staying?

I prefer to go back.

Thank you, Ms. Fanon.

I warn our men in Tunis.

All right.

I learned what happened in the douar.

Thanks for the shirt.

You are welcome.

And for your colleagues?

Don't worry.

They refrain from coming to visit me.

It all started in 45 in Sétif.

As soon as we demanded freedom.

Citizenship.

They fired.

I was secretary of the commune of Châteaudun.

A good, quiet little civil servant.

When I left my parents in '43 to go fight.

It was to defend freedom.

The Republic.

De Gaulle. I believed it.

And then I understood.

Just before the victory parade, when the

Sergeant ordered me to give my uniform to a

young resistance fighter because he was white.

In Martinique, we have been French citizens since 1848

and we were never recognized as veterans.

I fought for the peasants of Creuse, but...

I would always be worth less than him.

But hey, my case is nothing.

We need people like you to carry our word.

Do you want to write for El Moujahid, our newspaper?

My pleasure.

You are one of us now.

And our fight will not stop after the French leave.

A different kind of war awaits us.

After independent Algeria,

the struggle for power

or for democracy...

Since I was born, I have seen...

die my father.

I saw my brothers leave.

And cried children.

My mother

suffered so much that she is in her grave

and makes fun of bombs and makes fun of worms.

Is it Boris Vian?

Do you know where my cigarettes are, darling?

On the table.

I've never seen him like that.

He rarely confides.

Salam Malek.

See you soon.

Thank you so much.

Enter.

My Captain. Sergeant Rolland.

Did he speak?

How could you have missed Ramdane?

Your information was safe!

This city is my city.

Sergeant! I have a better idea.

We're going to do it differently.

All information is in the medical file.

Fanon!

I told Captain Ferrere that you

were the most original

psychiatrist in the hospital, a special case.

Sergeant Roland had a violent episode with his wife.

I'm sure you can do something.

It seems to me that you have already

treated soldiers with severe depression.

Why don't you take care of it?

If I entrust it to you, it's because I believe in your methods.

Can we talk to each other?

You don't become a threat to your wife or son

without experiencing shock or trauma, Captain.

Well yes. It's up to you to tell me

what's going on Doctor, I'm not in his head.

No. But it's you who gives him orders.

So you know if he suffered or committed inhumane acts?

He doesn't say anything.

Captain!

In my department, my patients are free.

Hello Sergeant.

Good morning.

Could I deal with a normal doctor?

As you wish.

And my door remains open.

That or the barracks...

They say that this service is a den of fells, do you know about it?

We talk about a lot of things.

I'm just doing my job.

I too obey.

It seems to be bothering me, I take it too much to heart.

And oh oh oh!

Do you know what I do to the terrorists?

To the haters of France?

Do the doors stay open here?

It is the house of drafts.

But you're not going to follow me like that, like a dog there? Go to work!

Cleared !

At our place, it is called sweet potato.

She grew among the others.

Where are the injured?

They took refuge

here after the attacks.

She would need treatment too.

Your diagnosis?

How do you survive a massacre?

I know what you're going to tell me. The revolt.

Is there another therapy?

- Military roadblock. - An operation in progress.

We're going to have to sleep there tonight.

Do you ever sleep, Doctor?

I'm afraid of forgetting.

Remind me the name of this music.

It's chaabi.

Chaab is the people.

What are the women who whisper

in the ears of the sick called?

The healers?

At our place in Martinique, they are called scrubbers.

She rubs your body with herbs. They scare away the disease.

Do you think you could introduce me to one?

You know, the one who told Josie that she was pregnant.

Hello, Doctor.

It's for a legal expertise.

Sit down.

Lamine.

Lamine.

What happened?

- But you are a child! - And these are adult things.

Did you know him?

Did he do something to you?

I will send you my report.

- Enlist the children. - What a bunch of savages!

I'm not going to let you go.

How are you ?

Are you sleeping better?

The nurses told me that your

sleep was still very restless.

Do you want to talk about it?

Well done !

When am I going back into the field?

- It will come.

- For the moment, it is there that you are most useful to me.

What do you think of this Fanon?

A good doctor.

Of man.

- It's someone. - But he is against us.

This young girl only wants to talk to you.

I have nothing to hide from my wife.

Alright. Come with me.

When you arrive at the dam, there will be

a man in front of you who will search you.

Your heart will beat very fast.

What are you going to think about?

They are pigs, they have

no right to search me.

No !

Think of something that makes you smile.

A childhood memory.

- The French. - Do you hate them?

Those who torture and kill? Yes.

Why did you get involved?

My father.

If the soldiers provoke you, what are you doing?

Hello, miss.

What do you do for a living?

What do you do for a living?

Studies.

Nursing studies.

And where are you going?

At the hospital.

It's very good.

You are not afraid of the consequences of your actions.

Are you ready to die?

You will give this to Ramdane.

- We need to get him out. - It will last longer.

Alright.

He refuses to talk to me.

You know the Fanon army, the

first thing we teach them is

to keep their mouths shut.

Don't tell me you're going to give up. That doesn't sound like you.

It is with men like him, ravaged by the Western discourse

of superiority, that my action takes on its full meaning.

That's to say ?

Disalienate.

Stop with your theories, you are

confusing medicine with revolution.

And what type of treatment have you prescribed for him so far?

Chlorpromazine, ever-increasing doses to

try to regulate his mood swings and his sleep.

I don't want to be involved in this anymore, they screwed it up.

My diagnosis would be more precise, when I know him better.

A hypnosis session might be beneficial.

I wanted to tell you that I learned

more from you than from anyone.

Stop, no whining...

You don't need me anymore.

Psychiatry has gained a good fighter.

And where are you going to do it, your service?

In Maillot, at the Algiers military hospital.

Can you imagine how much I'm dying to serve the French Army?

I thought about deserting, but I can't do that to my parents.

I understand.

Okay well...

Go there!

THANKS.

Doctor?

Pardon.

Do we have any penicillin left?

No, stocks are empty.

I'm going to arrange with one of my colleagues to get some back.

THANKS.

- But yes... - Come on, let's go up!

- Don't cry, my darling. - We're going with mom.

Come on, come on!

What are you doing there?

Did you know about the coffee?

Who did this? I'm sure you know.

Have you seen the number of deaths? Only Europeans.

And how many Algerian deaths since the start of colonization?

Killing is my job.

I thought yours was saving lives.

You are not allowed to enter my house, outside.

It wasn't you who told me when I want to talk...

Here I am not a doctor,

I am a husband and father like you.

And even if I don't agree with

you, you are not my enemy.

You are no better than me.

If you want to talk, it's tomorrow in my office.

Now you are leaving my house. Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

Slowly, the nigger.

Right now I'm allergic to others.

No one will blame me if I put a bullet in your head.

Alright.

We're not going to get upset.

See you tomorrow.

I have nothing to hide from my wife.

Did you sleep badly Doctor?

Lots of work.

Are you better?

There's no point in talking, my life is ruined.

I have always served my country. I have never refused a mission.

The military, we are always the last defenses.

I have nothing more to say.

What you do to them.

It destroys you from the inside.

If you agree to talk about it, you might be able to get better.

Defense secret, Doctor.

It took him longer to fall asleep.

He must feel this tension that we have within us.

Yes. Even children.

I too am afraid for Olivier.

If we leave we are cowards.

Yes but if we stay, we are targets.

We continue.

Among the characteristics of

the Algerian people, as

established by colonialism, we

will remember their appalling criminality.

Before 1954,

magistrates, the police and

lawyers unanimously agreed

that the Algerian's criminality was a problem.

He is a born criminal, they said.

A theory was developed and

scientific evidence provided.

The North African is a born criminal.

Its predatory instinct is known and its

massive aggression is visibly visible.

The criminality of the Algerian, the

violence of his murders is not the

consequence of an organization of the

nervous system, nor of a character

originality, as Professor Porot believes

to have demonstrated, but the direct product of the colonial situation.

The French are on the plain

with the army, the tanks. On the mountain, there are only Algerians

up there, heaven and its promises from beyond the grave.

Below, the French with their concrete promises

imprisonment, clubbing, of executions.

I will sign your exit slip

and continue taking your treatment.

Good luck.

Leave. You're next.

Good riddance!

I never understood why you helped him.

Hocine! Hocine! Hocine!

So obviously, we stumble over ourselves.

We discover the core

of this self-hatred which characterizes conflicts

in segregated societies.

Music

But what came over you?

He killed my father.

But why are you treating him?

I don't choose my patients.

Ramdane is waiting for you in Tunis.

I continue my work here.

I guess you let him go.

Doctor.

Doctor?

Go to my office and collect all the files of

those who were smuggled under the radar.

And Hocine...

Warn Alice.

Are you happy with yourself?

Do you see where your ideas are leading us?

You are good for internment.

The files.

Your blouses.

It was an honor to work with you.

Those from the Douar and the towns will know who to talk to.

Take care of yourself.

You too, Alice.

Alice.

Where is Hocine?

Stop me.

I'm the one responsible.

You will rank well in my report.

Support for terrorists.

Come on !

Stop! Stop. Stop!

Doctor!

Rolland, you put them in the truck for me.

Rolland, get them into the truck.

It's an order!

Rolland...

Sergeant Rolland,

you are under arrest.

Take him away.

Take him away!

Minister.

For almost three years, I put myself

completely at the service of this

country and the people who inhabit it.

I spared no effort or enthusiasm.

But what are man's enthusiasm and concern?

It is the daily

reality woven

with lies,

cowardice, contempt for man.

Madness is one of the ways that man loses his freedom.

And I can say that, placed at this

intersection, I measured with horror the

extent of the alienation of the inhabitants of this country.

The status of Algeria?

Systematized dehumanization.

For many months, my conscience has

been the seat of unforgivable debates

and their conclusion is not to despair of man, that

is to say of myself.

For all

these

reasons, I

have the honor, Mr.

Minister, to ask you to kindly accept my resignation and to end my mission in Algeria. Oh ! Did you see?

My friend.

It's nice to see you.

The same.

Good morning.

Come on in, please.

So, did this trip go well in this old

cuckoo which dates from Methuselah?

A little shaken, but Olivier wasn't even afraid.

Oh...

Look, you can go visit.

Otherwise, is it going as you wish?

Complicated.

You can continue your work.

You have a position at the hospital in Tunis and I have

submitted your name to become ambassador of the

provisional government of the Algerian Republic to Ghana.

I will keep you informed.

THANKS.

Mr Ambassador.

Come on, settle in and we'll see you when I get back. Inshallah.

The colonels want to see me.

Something is happening.

I'm taking Malek with me.

Come on ! See you soon.

You shouldn't... No...

You must not only fight for the freedom of your people.

We must not only fight for the freedom of our people.

We must also, throughout the time that

this fight lasts, relearn this people and ourselves the..

. Frantz? How are you ?

Can you replay the ending? Please.

It is also necessary, throughout the time that this fight lasts.

Reteach this people and

oneself the dimension of man.

We have to go back through history.

Hello. Yes, it's me.

THANKS.

It's Ramdane. They got it here.

But why?

By eliminating him, the colonels

take the risk of making him a martyr.

Yes, but he was a democrat, he was close to the people.

They even gave me the name of the article to write.

Abane Ramdane died on the field of honor.

Obviously.

And are you going to follow them?

Frantz, are you

going to follow them?

(In Arabic) Democracy.

My blood is like this apple.

Rotten.

What did you choose for the title in the end?

The wretched of the earth.

I don't think I will ever see independence.

Come on.

I died on December 6, 1961.

From a devastating leukemia.

One year before Algeria's independence.

At my request,

I was secretly buried in Algeria.

Near the Tunisian border.

My wife, Josie,

she continued to live in Algeria

and 28 years later,

she killed herself.