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Hello, everyone! Happy New Year!

The planetary meeting can now begin.

We need rye!

Who wants wheat?

We need soy beans!

-We have lots of dried fruit. -Yes.

How much?

Two months' worth.

Medicine!

There's not enough for everyone.

Who wants wool?

Ancement!

How many knives need to be forged?

Seventeen.

Schools?

Amos died. We need a new telepathy teacher.

Okay, I'll come.

A listening teacher?

I'll do it until my daughter gives birth.

Weddings?

Now the deaths: Ataya died at the age of 255, Zechar at 248,

Aramo at 265, Caletta at 272. They all died happy and wise.

But Amil died young. He was 143.

In an accident.

A landslide. Are you okay, Mila?

The kids are helping me through.

Now for the trips.

We should send someone to Earth. It's been 200 years.

Who wants to go to Earth?

And to Narvos?

Only ten of you can go.

To Earth?

To Kristo?

Only 23 of you can go to Kristo.

Who wants to go to Earth?

No one for Earth?

What do we do?

As usual, we don't go.

It's been 200 years. We really should send someone.

What for?

Just to gather information and see what we can do.

No.

We can learn things from other planets,

but not from Earth!

They're behind, but that's no reason.

Dangerous too!

Someone can go

with a disconnection program so they can progress.

Maybe they have!

Don't count on it!

Osam is the only living person who's been there.

But he's on Narvos…

I'm here! Didn't you see me?

I got back two months ago.

I didn't see you! So how was Earth when you left?

It's so long ago…

Mila's father and I went. We landed in Paris, France.

They'd just waged a revolution.

Something good. They began a Republic.

But it turned sour. They named an Emperor.

"Napoléon" or something.

A megalomaniac who massacred people in stupid wars.

Then the kings came back.

They started regressing seriously: chiefs and presidents…

We were re-matriated and I lost track.

Was life hard there?

I'll say! Survival of the fittest, oppressed women, massacres…

They were in for centuries of chaos!

They were still using money!

We hid some gold in case we ever returned.

What's "money"?

You can't have anything without money.

-Even food? -Especially!

If you don't eat, you die!

They don't care. No money, no nothing!

Do you think they still use money?

No, I seriously doubt it.

We left at the start of the industrial age.

What's that?

We also had it 3,000 years ago.

Competition, bookkeeping, mass production of useless objects,

war, nuclear arms and energy, incurable diseases - prehistory!

Last year my brother dreamt about Earth.

A place where women wore veils and couldn't drive cars.

Do you think they still have cars?

What are cars?

I never saw any. They didn't have them yet.

We also had cars during our industrial age.

We studied them in archeology:

tin boxes that move when you sit in them.

Millions of people died!

In car accidents!

In 200 years, they must have got rid of cars.

And hierarchies.

Hierarchies are incredible there.

Everyone's a chief, everyone's above someone else.

Men above women, city folk above country folk,

adults above children, humans above animals.

-Then there are races. -Races?

Earth is huge. The continents drifted apart.

Different kinds of humans evolved in different places.

When they met, the degenerate ones thought they were the best.

They massacred lots of people and now they rule.

We're lucky: one race, one climate, one evolution.

We can't ignore them because they're unlucky!

We're not exactly swamped with messages from them!

They can't communicate!

I bet they still bang on computers and use a tenth of their brains.

Their brains must be as tiny as sheep turd.

Let them evolve on their own.

Yanking on lettuce won't make it grow faster.

But we can fertilize their lettuce.

We can go disconnect a select few.

Any volunteers?

Just one person, one brave heart!

Excuse me, I'd like to go.

Are you crazy?

You want to?

No she doesn't!

Yes, I do!

Are you out of your mind?

Yes or no, Mila?

-No! -Yes!

Now you have the European language program.

We've got most of them.

We'll try to land you in Paris.

You have two disconnection programs.

-The light one, nothing to do? -No, it's routine.

Whoever you talk to will get shaken up.

-And the other one? -Do this.

Right?

Be careful how you use it.

They'll go haywire.

And speak their minds.

And progress light-years!

-And freak out! -OK.

For more programs, call us.

Disconnect some of them then come back.

Mila!

I made you some shoes.

They hurt like hell, so I used lambskin.

Here's a dress too.

The style is called "Empire" because of Napoléon.

-Thank you. -And a hat too.

Does it matter if I don't take the hat?

It's up to you. Why do you want to go there?

Did your father talk?

Just before he died.

What did he say?

That he once loved an Earthling who died having his baby.

That the baby was me and that you two smuggled me here.

Did you tell anyone?

Not a soul.

Why didn't you tell them?

They may have sent you back.

Chased me away?

No one likes Earthlings here.

What a bunch of… racists!

Earthlings are no picnic.

I was just a baby.

Underdeveloped people are hard to swallow!

Thanks a lot.

Not you. You're like us now.

My sons are on to us. They're telepathic wizz-kids.

Like you.

What was my mother like?

Like your daughters. She was funny. He adored her.

What's she saying?

I can't hear. She's scrambling her waves.

Something about our grandmother.

Really?

And she's angry with racists…

Really?

There'll be no trace. 200 years is eight generations for them.

It's the middle of my life. I need to know my mother's origins.

When will you be back?

Soon. Do their telepathy homework with them.

And they can't pig out on the cherries.

Can we sleep at the neighbor's?

If you don't party all night.

Can I swim out far in the lake all alone?

No, not alone. Only with Mesaje.

-Watch them. -Don't worry.

Why are you going there?

To know where I come from.

Such big trees!

They're beautiful!

What's this gray stuff on the ground?

Don't they have soil?

How do they grow plants?

What's that?

It's a turd!

Another one!

Don't they have toilets?

Good thing I have my shoes!

There's someone in there.

I'll try my language program.

Hello, do you understand what I'm saying?

I said I don't speak English!

-Do you understand this? -I don't understand.

Hi! How are you?

And now can you understand me?

Are you making fun of me?

That's it!

What language is spoken here? German? French? Spanish?

Are you crazy? All dressed up for the bag lady's ball?

I work! I have no time to chat with crackpots like you!

Thank you, madam. Goodbye.

One tough lady! And she's not wearing an Empire dress!

Nicole…

What are you doing?

These cakes are three weeks old.

Can you tell me what country we're in?

We're in France.

Great! And the name of the city?

-What city? -This one.

What do you mean?

What city is this?

Are you making fun of me? It's Paris!

Sorry, I didn't know. Thank you, sir.

Dammit.

I've had enough of this.

And there we go!

The air!

This must be pollution!

It hurts!

I need some water to call home.

Not one Empire dress in sight!

I'm the height of fashion in this outfit!

All these cars!

And the noise!

They don't seem to mind it.

Those things must be their houses.

Poor people! Squeezed inside with all this noise!

What beautiful trees!

What's in all those bags?

Why do they all have bags?

They're so pallid. They look sick.

Stomach problems…

Stomach…

Heart… liver…

Stomach…

How odd…

Scrap metal on their ears and necks.

Some sort of primitive worship.

To think I never took archeology seriously!

Archeology sure could come in handy now.

There's some soil.

Why do they keep their soil in there?

What's that?

A cadaver exhibition!

He cut off a piece for the lady.

Excuse me, madam, what did you take?

Nothing!

In there.

My meat.

What for?

To eat.

Are you a carnivore?

Are you making fun of me?

Can I ask you one other thing?

Was that money? That square thing?

Square thing?

What you gave him.

I paid for my meat.

Money! So you still pay…

I mean, for everything.

No money, no nothing.

Poor me… they didn't get rid of money.

Where is all their water?

I should have come across a stream by now.

This isn't a desert.

If there are trees, there's water.

Excuse me, sir…

I'm not making fun of you. Can you tell me

where I can find water?

Making fun of me?

I'm serious in asking where there's water.

What do you mean?

Water… to drink.

And to soak my feet.

You're making fun of me!

I swear I'm not!

There's a café.

A café.

There's water in cafés?

You are making fun of me.

We must define water differently.

What's that?

There's some water!

What do they put in it?

Can you hear me?

It's Mila.

I'm pretty good. Yeah, I landed in Paris.

Right on target!

They have trees!

Beautiful ones!

Osam, are you there?

Can you tell me where you hid your gold?

I have a problem. They still use money.

No.

No money, no nothing.

Where?

A huge hangar…

with lots of chairs and colorful windows?

What?

Notre Dame?

Is that thing still around?

What a pretty hangar!

It would be nicer with trees though.

I don't believe it! He's one of our guys!

The one we sent here 2,000 years ago and who got crucified!

It's Jesus!

It sends chills up my spine.

What are you doing?

I'm taking gold.

What for?

To buy food with.

Is it money?

No, it's gold.

I have money. Look.

That square thing again!

I can buy lots of candy.

If I give you one of these,

can I have your food? I'm hungry.

Give me three. They're not worth much.

Really?

My bill's worth more!

I see.

Finally someone I can have a nice talk with.

Do you know who he is?

He's Jesus!

You know him. Do you know why he's there?

His birthday is Christmas.

Oh yeah?

I got a gun and a racing car for Christmas.

Loic, come here!

Now I get it.

Crucify someone and you get a gun and a car.

Where did you get this?

Now I know why they look so sick.

This stuff tears up your insides!

I need to find a solution.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

The woman I could get with this!

I found the gold, but it's worthless.

"Bills" are what counts now.

I saw a statue of Jesus, crucified.

They got him good!

The food and drink situation is terrible.

Everything makes me sick.

You better hook me up on the baby-exchange program.

They must have babies here.

Okay, go ahead.

There! Thanks!

Hold on! What are those killer duds?

Duds?

Fucking nice fabric! I never saw fabric so nice!

What kind of fabric is it?

Half shag carpet, half biodegradable cardboard!

New Age to die for!

And what amazing shoes! I'd kill for fuzz-ball shoes!

Where did you buy it all? Give me the address!

It's not nearby. Actually, it's pretty far away. You like it?

You bet! I'd kill to be Cinderella Grunge!

If I give you my dress, will you tell me where to find babies?

Yeah.

And you'll give me your… clothes?

Sure!

I can feel them.

This way…

I'm starving!

She's pretty!

Was my mother like that?

You don't seem in great shape.

Come, little baby.

We'll charge each other up.

You have a fever!

I'm coming, baby.

Here's your milk.

What are you doing?

Where am I?

Why are you holding him?

We're recharging each other.

I'm not making fun of you.

Are you family?

-Whose family? -You're a Serb!

What?

You better not have hurt him!

But I'm helping him.

His fever is down. He has problems.

Problems?

He has no mother.

How do you know that?

I can feel it.

She went out to buy a paper and never came back.

Will she?

The Serbs raped her.

Who?

If she goes home to Bosnia, they'll chase her and the baby away.

Chase her away? Like me…

Why are you taking him?

I just came to recharge myself.

It's the boss!

The what?

Still feverish?

Yes, no, he did but…

Yes or no?

-Not now. -And the mother?

-No, she's not… -Who is that?

I found her here.

Why are you here?

Euh… no…

Put the baby down.

Whatever you say.

Is this pretty baby yours?

Have you seen her before?

I don't think so…

-A friend of the mother's? -I don't know.

Why was she holding it?

I meant to…

You can speak to me.

Are you on duty?

Do you always cut people off?

I beg your pardon?

Don't beg. But are you always like this?

Like what?

Never listening. Because it's practical

to listen to people when they talk…

Do you know who you're speaking to?

I'm speaking to you.

Dr. Max Marron, head of Maternity.

You're a kind of chief.

Yes, madam.

That's why I can't stand him. But he's nice.

Are you family?

His? I guess I could be.

Tell his mother that…

He's the right one.

Sorry, but I just arrived in France, so I don't know…

Tell it to the cops.

Sorry, I don't know the cops.

Sorry.

I'll try disconnecting him.

Let's scare her. Call the police.

The pol…

The pol…

What kind of hairdo is that?

You have such curly hair, Gerard.

I'd never noticed.

Mr. Max, can I have a word with you?

I'm Mila. I'm from another planet. I need your help.

-My help? -Yes.

First, let me come here to recharge myself.

I can't eat your Earth food.

You have to eat.

But holding a baby for a few hours recharges me for two to three days.

It helps them too.

And I need your guidance for disconnecting.

Disconnecting, sure.

It's best if I stay at your place.

My place?

I take up no room. Can I sleep outdoors?

There's a balcony.

I'll sleep in it.

Max, we have to finish rounds.

You have two deliveries underway.

Two deliveries? I never could deliver babies.

What?

You should deliver them. You're the midwife.

-What? -I can't deliver. I can't do anything.

I perfuse, I inject, I pull, I push,

I trigger, I cut, I measure and monitor,

I can epidural and caesarian,

but I can't deliver babies.

I've never looked or listened or waited.

Out of fear, I've butted in where I don't belong,

because I can't give birth, you see?

-No. -Yes, you do.

You do it better than me.

Tell me all about it!

Hi, Mrs Dagnan.

Hello.

How's life?

I'm banged up below,

but I'm fine.

Does it hurt a lot?

It could be worse, but it's a little…

Please tell me what it's like…

-When it comes out? -Yes.

It's as if there's… a plate of spaghetti

that's sucked out of you. You see?

Really?

-Then the pain stops. -Yes.

Then they put the baby on your belly

and you feel its weight, but outside now.

Yes.

And that's something that…

Here's the balcony.

-Will it do? -Just fine.

Thank you so much.

That must be my wife.

Hello.

Florence, this is Mila.

She'll be staying in the balcony.

What?

I take up no room, don't eat,

but I need water. Do you have any?

-Water? -In the kitchen.

The bathroom…

Can I see the bath?

-There. -Great!

There's no water in the fountain?

Where?

There.

The bathtub?

There's no water?

You have to fill it.

Yes… and how do you do that?

Turn on the water.

How?

With the faucets.

Hot water and cold water.

I see.

Cold water is fine.

Thanks a lot.

You have to plug it.

Plug what?

The bathtub.

Yes… plug the bathtub.

What's this all about?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I don't know anything anymore.

I found babies. I feel better. I have water.

I disconnected one of them.

Who touched my walkman? I'm sick of this!

What happened?

The sound's all warbled!

I'm fed up! You let Sophie play with my things!

What now? She screwed up the TV! Sophie!

What?

Never touch my walkman or the TV!

-I didn't. -Relax!

You're always on her side! Maybe you did it.

You're retarded with machines!

Raoul, give me that walkman.

Give it to me.

Everything's fine. Thanks again…

The TV's working. So is my walkman.

Turn the TV off.

Turn it off.

What is it?

He should get to bed early. He's tired.

He received a little disconnection wave. It shook him up.

A what?

A little shock.

They'll get stolen! You can't leave them there!

-Look what I've done. -What?

They say kids mirror their parents.

I must be a real asshole.

You don't want a blanket?

No, really. Thanks a lot. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Dad's crazy! You know what he did?

He threw out the TV in the street!

He said it's time we start talking around here.

You take in the homeless now?

Florence, am I an asshole?

How so?

A jerk who messed up his life and got everything wrong.

Yes, without a doubt.

Yes what?

If ever someone got it all wrong, it's you.

Really? Then why are you still with me?

For your bank account, honey. Legal prostitution.

No kidding. That's the only reason?

Yes. I got it all wrong too.

Good morning! Did you sleep well?

Yes, but that stuff has a strange effect on me.

You like to rock!

What?

The music!

That noise? It's nice, but I wish you'd stop it!

Turn it off?

Please.

It's exhausting.

There's no music on your planet?

Not anymore. We have silence concerts.

Silence?

But we had music before.

We even sent you one of our musicians.

-A great guy, ages ago… -Yes.

All they sell here is music.

You want to hear something?

I'm listening already.

Listening to what?

These things you call discs.

You can hear them?

If I concentrate, I hear. You can too if you want.

Really?

I can make the whole store hear.

How?

I can hook the records into those things in here.

With my waves. You want to hear?

I'd like that.

This one?

I don't believe it! Johann Sebastian!

He's the one we sent you!

-Who? -Johann Sebastian!

We still sing some of his stuff.

This one.

That one too, please.

Thank you.

Can you hear anything?

No.

She hasn't even called yet!

On the count of three.

One, two, three.

It's weird. My ears are ringing.

What are you doing?

Waiting for you.

Do you want a vase?

-They're for you. -For me?

There's no mending the past.

I'm going to disappear.

-I'm leaving myself, not you. -Yes.

I left dinner.

No, I'll recharge myself at the hospital.

OK.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Can you show me what's in your bag?

In my bag? Of course.

I've been wondering.

No problem.

These are for opening homes.

What's this?

Lipstick.

What's it for?

You put it on your lips, like this.

Ah yes?

On your lips. Is it medicine?

No, it's not. It's to make you look pretty.

Ah, okay.

To look sexy.

Sexy?

To be attractive…

To whom?

To everyone.

That must be hard.

To be loved.

I see. It's a medicine that makes everyone love you.

No, that's not exactly right.

Without it, no one will love you?

Yes, but…

It's hard to explain.

Did I hurt your feelings?

No, it's nothing.

And this?

They're pictures.

Max, my parents, the kids.

The people you love, right?

Where's their lipstick?

Hello.

Are you crying?

What's wrong?

They're taking him away.

-His mother? -The DCS.

Who's that?

The Department of Child Services. I'll never see him again.

Take him home.

You're crazy!

That's impossible. He needs papers.

Papers?

Papers proving he exists.

But… he exists.

He has a brain and a heart,

but without papers, he doesn't exist.

My ears keep ringing.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Sonia!

I have to get back to the hospital.

We took the baby. This lady's sleeping here.

Let me see the baby.

-What'll we call him? -Theodore.

It's too old-fashioned!

No, it means God gave him to us.

Hello, my little Theodore!

Can she let me hold him too?

Give Theodore to… what's your name?

-Mila -To Mila.

Here's his bottle. Warm it up. His diapers are there.

Do you have a bath?

We'll use the sink.

Not for him, for me.

It was really his mother?

Sure. I knew her.

You let them go?

-She's the mother. -Big mistake.

I was glad she came back.

You knew we were picking him up.

Sonia. Sonia?

They'll be investigating!

Masha? She's very reliable!

There's never been a problem!

She said the mother came back.

Then it's the truth.

No, it's not.

The mother was tracked down by a refugee service.

She didn't pick her baby up. She abandoned it.

So where is it?

Finally!

-How are you? -Fine, and you?

Great. How's Earth?

Lots of cars and turds and lousy food!

Can I have a look?

I'll try to send you an image.

Wait, someone's coming!

Yes, come in.

I'm soaking my feet.

I need something for the baby.

Wow! She's gorgeous!

-Mom, who's that? -Who?

The girl who just left.

Masha. I'm at her place.

Put me on.

Hi, Mom. Can I see too?

Hold on, I'll try.

Sorry. This is dirty.

Wow! She's gorgeous!

I'm almost done.

Mom, who was that?

Sonia, Masha's sister. Put on the kids.

-Hi, mom. -Hi, mom.

What's wrong? It was just working!

She's talking to herself.

She's bananas. It's working again.

I'm finished.

What's going on?

Something's wrong. They're zeroing in on us.

They're close. Go hide with the baby.

-Who? -I don't know.

They want the baby! Hide!

-Where? -Go up the staircase!

Let's go.

Masha Vierna?

She moved out.

Really? Since when?

Since I moved in.

When was that?

Six months ago.

We were given this address.

Who are you?

The DCS. We're looking for a missing baby.

What baby?

What's your name?

Mila.

Mrs. Mila?

Yes, Mila… Mrs. Mila…

Do you have a baby?

No, I don't.

-Isn't that a box of diapers? -What?

-The diapers! -That's a box of diapers there.

I have diapers?

On the chair.

Oh that. Those are…

Diapers.

If you say so…

And the baby?

No baby. There are diapers, but…

They usually go together.

-Ah, really? -Thank you, ma'am.

They'll be back! I'm done for! How dumb of me!

I may go to jail!

Let's take him back.

They'll put him in an orphanage!

-Hey… -What?

How about going to the Louvre?

Why?

I hear it's full of babies.

Really?

Please, Osam.

We won't give you away!

But everyone will know.

We're dying to go!

We decide on trips as a planet. You can't go on your own.

Help us!

Why do you want to go?

We saw two Earth girls!

When Mom called.

Two girls?

What did you whisper to Mom?

Her mother was an Earthling.

-Really? -Really?

See? We need to visit grandma's planet!

We have a problem. We need to live here for a while.

We have a baby.

You stole the baby?

The DCS is looking for it.

Oh, my God!

Closing time!

These are for the turds.

Thank you.

What if she calls?

Tell her the kids are fine and we left.

She'll yell at me!

Say it's our fault.

I can't guarantee you'll land on target.

It doesn't matter.

Where did she see tons of cars?

And trees with big green leaves?

It's not bad.

There's not much water, but it's nice.

There are no turds.

It's not exactly jam-packed.

I can hear something.

It's like a song.

Ah, yes.

The two of us are from another planet.

We'd love to. Okay, toward the setting sun.

They're really nice!

They invited us to dinner! They seem great!

They're amazing at telepathy.

Mom must be senile.

What's that?

You threw ours away, so a friend lent me his!

Turn it off.

This TV is ruining you! You've become a zombie!

It's not the TV's fault!

Then whose is it?

Excuse me, can I watch that square thing?

What thing?

-That. -The TV?

I've never seen one before.

Raoul can show me how it works.

If you want.

How will you fight unemployment?

Our motto is: "Let's make jobs!"

Jobs, jobs and more jobs!

Any damn job, as long as

we can keep stuffing our pockets!

-I have an idea for a new job! -Really? What?

It's easy! Raw material galore!

-Cheap? -Free!

-Everyone can do it? -Everyone.

Even the unemployed?

You need no qualifications! You'll boost statistics sky-high!

-What is it? -Shit eaters!

-Shit eaters? -Yes.

-Shit eaters? -Yes.

-It costs nothing. -Anyone can do it!

The unemployed do it already.

But… what's the use?

None!

So?

What do we care? It boosts statistics!

-How? -What do we care? It boosts statistics!

-That's true. -We'll make shit-eating appealing!

I own an ad company.

They eat shit. We pay them

with their own taxes! Life goes on!

I like it!

They get welfare! They can't expect useful jobs too!

Who do they think they are?

A guy in a meeting told me

that cleaning up the planet

would generate 500 years of work!

Is he crazy? That would spell catastrophe!

Might as well change society!

If everyone had to be useful, we'd be the first to go!

Help! Help!

No changes! Let them eat shit!

-You bums, get to work! -Get to work!

That's funny!

What the hell is this?

Shit eaters!

My ears are ringing again.

There she is!

Hi, Mom! How are you doing?

We're great!

How are the kids?

We can't really say…

What do you mean?

Relax. They're fine.

Mom, we're on Earth!

We've met great people! Nothing like what you said!

They've been here for 40,000 years without damaging the land.

They're beautiful, jet black.

Great medicine, great food.

And great at telepathy!

They welcomed us like family.

-They're as advanced as us. -We like it on Earth.

How do we get to you?

I don't even know where you are.

I'll wake up Max and ask him.

Take a smile-disconnection program. You may need it.

Here it comes.

Your credit card?

Have a nice trip.

-Yes. -Thank you.

We need to call Mom.

There's no water.

Do you think there's any in these things?

Let's see.

No water.

It's nice.

It makes noise.

It's a musical thing.

They still have music.

Remember Johann Sebastian's tune?

The one we used to sing.

Yes.

Watch out!

I found water.

-Where? -Come here.

Look, there's water.

Not bad…

Tight squeeze, but…

Are you okay? We're in the plane. We're fine.

We arrive at 6:30 p.m. at Charles de Gaulle airport.

I hope you know what that means.

We're hungry. The food here is…

Keep it short.

Passports, please.

Are you okay?

I can tell something's wrong. They're in danger.

Stop, you two! Your passports!

I was right.

This is Max.

Hello.

You know what, they're black.

There are Blacks here too?

They're disconnected.

I'm afraid so.

Is this an orchestra?

Yes, why?

Do they play?

Of course! They never stop!

Even tonight?

They're performing at the Bastille tonight. Why?

I was just wondering. Thanks…

You must be Masha.

You must be Sonia.

Have we met?

You haven't…

But we have.

Now I get it.

I hope they haven't begun.

Two, please. Has is started?

-Half an hour ago. -Oh, no.

I'll reconnect them.

I missed!

You hit the conductor and the soloist!

I can try again, but it's hard to aim.

Each time I miss, I disconnect new ones.

Too bad. Let them play.

I like music, but not music theory

You don’t care at all about playing scales

No longer playing violin You only have one solution

At the conservatory You have to take the power

Seize the power!

There are lots of lakes.

We all live on lakes.

It's hot, but it rains every night.

We have no houses.

We live in nests in the grass.

When we wake up, we swim in the lake.

We eat,

we wash,

then we play games to strengthen ourselves.

Each family has its games. We do trapeze.

Old folk too?

Mom does. She's 150.

150?

-She's had her third set of teeth. -Her what?

At 135, you grow a third set of teeth.

You would too if you lived longer.

We also died young during the industrial age.

Some families jump.

Others do tight-rope walking.

Who runs the planet?

No one does… everyone.

Once a year, village delegates meet

on a mountain top.

A mountain top?

After a two-hour mountain climb, you're smarter.

We also have yearly contraception meetings.

Contraception?

After the harvest, we decide how many babies to make.

In the morning we play.

Then we eat.

What do you eat?

Lots of things: fruits, vegetables,

olives, raw-vegetable kebabs, cereals…

No meat?

No, we eat beans.

Beans are great.

We eat everything raw.

You don't have fire?

Yes, but we don't use it anymore.

Just for forging knives once a year.

Then we work the fields.

Hey?

-What? -Come here.

Here!

Then we work on our brains.

Telepathy, intuition, galactic voyages, spatial mathematics.

Spatial mathematics?

Kids do it best.

Loumi, go hide.

Ten.

Twenty.

Twenty three. Come back!

-Twenty three! -Yes.

Can you predict the future?

No, I can't.

Even if you concentrate? No visions?

No.

Too bad.

Knowing isn't always fun.

But I wish I could.

Ask the boys. I was lousy in archeology.

Our industrial age ended with trials and boycotts.

Trials?

Poisoners of human, animal and vegetable life

were convicted of planetary genocide.

Who?

The food industry, tobacco, alcohol, medicine,

nuclear arms, cars.

Architects, doctors, politicians who profiteered.

That's a lot!

It was a civil war. Then came the boycott.

The boycott?

People stopped buying and threw away anything toxic.

No more buying, no more power. What could the police do?

What was that era called?

Pre-renaissance chaos.

There was re-birth?

Oh, yes.

Can we try a car?

So cars do interest you!

Sorry about that.

Asshole!

We're really sorry.

Asshole!

Asshole, can't you drive? Where did you buy your license?

-We're sorry. -Asshole!

We were talking…

What's wrong with you?

No harm was done.

Asshole!

Your mirror is fine.

Learn to drive, asshole!

I beg your pardon.

-Excuse me. -Asshole!

-This is a total tragedy! -What?

I said this is a total tragedy!

Ass…

Four out of five people on Earth are dying of hunger.

Others live underground to flee bombs.

Others linger in hospitals with cancer and AIDS.

Others are gang-raped

to be shown who's boss.

Then there's you

and your tragedy: Your mirror got scuffed.

Calm down…

The trees above you blow in the wind.

Have you ever seen them?

Your wife wastes her youth cooking mushrooms

as you cheat on her. Have you ever seen her?

Your kids have nice smooth skin. Are you thankful for that?

And cows make milk and butter every day.

Did you ever thank the cows?

You're crazy!

You have a great life! A wonderful, wonderful life! Look at it!

But unfortunately,

your rear-view mirror got scuffed! What a tragedy!

What a tragedy!

Thank you. Forgive me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Thank you.

It's jam-packed here!

I'll explain later.

We have to go.

Not yet.

-We left the kids alone. -They're in good hands.

The girls sure are cute.

-We're in love. -I can see.

Can't we ask them to come?

Back home? Up there?

-And their families? -Their mother's dead.

They say their father's a "lounge lizard",

whatever that means.

They never see him.

If the police find the baby, they'll go to prison.

The baby sure is cute.

Please, Mom.

-Ask them. -We already did.

In that case…

Mila, a friend gave me tickets for tonight's soccer match!

Can we do like with the TV?

Can you disconnect the players?

-Disconnect them? -Yes.

Help me. I'll count to three!

One, two, three.

You stole it?

I borrowed it. It's lively.

We'll come back with the baby.

-Come here. -We'll come back.

Don't cry, Raoul.

This is for you.

You can disconnect your teachers. But don't go overboard.

-Thanks for everything. -No, you're the one who…

My program can't make people good. You had it in you.

-See you soon. -Yes.

Mila.

Mila, come here!

I made some new dresses. They're for Masha and Sonia.

-Yes? -Yes.

After the Empire, "crinoline" came into style.

Oh, crinoline. They're beautiful.

This way they'll feel at home.

How sweet. Thanks.

Did I get the shape wrong?

We'll use them for parties…

Mila, come here!

What is it?

What's this?

A present from Mesaje and Mesaul.

It took us a while to make the noise come out.

What is it?

A silence concert.

What's so funny?

It's hard to explain…

A kind of local humor… there was a… didn't you hear?

No.

Suddenly… How can I explain? It's hard with words.

Will we ever hear it?

-Of course. You of all people. -Real soon.