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Once upon a time in Paimpont...

Hello, I’m Sébastien Lejeune.

I’m the mayor of Paimpont.

I own the sawmill, which produces
local and sustainable products,

and a construction company.

So, Paimpont is a town
that’s quite active, you know!

The town has its strengths.

We have the abbey,

we have the pond.

Uh... ah!

The myth of Merlin the Enchanter
comes from here.

From Brocéliande, not England,
you know!

Well, we have nothing against
our English friends.

Even after Brex... anyway!

As soon as the Russians
invaded Ukraine,

the whole village mobilized.

We were deeply shaken
by this horrific war.

And after a vote in the town council,

we decided to welcome
Ukrainian refugees.

They’re finally arriving next Sunday.

How was it? Good, right?
- Yes.

I did well? Yeah? Huh?
- Mmh.

Physically, how did I look?

Pardon?
- In appearance?

Yes, yes, it’s fine.
- My wife told me:

"Wear the blue shirt.
You have blue eyes."

"It suits you well."

Great, I looked good.

Well, we can now proceed to the vote

for welcoming the Ukrainian refugees.

Those in favor.

Hervé Riou?

Approved unanimously.

I handled the administrative work
for their arrival.

The dumbing down of the people
is the most powerful weapon of dictatorships.

Right, children?
- Yes, Madame Joëlle.

So, when I was eleven, in 6th grade,

I watched "Night and Fog".
It changed my life.

Have you seen it?

It’s true,
the Ukrainians have suffered.

I’m part of the council,
I voted to welcome them.

That being said, there are
French people who are suffering too.

And we talk less about them.

Mmh?
- Yeah.

In 1968, I left Paris
during the bourgeois revolution.

I bought a plot of land here
for a thousand francs.

I’m the one
who invented organic farming.

But I didn’t patent it.

Otherwise I’d be in space
with the billionaires.

So, shall we talk about this family?

Oh,... she’s still okay.

How did she end up with
such ugly kids?

Must be from him.
- Who are you talking about?

I’m talking about
the nurse and the plumber.

The Riou family.

Speak of the devil.
- What are you doing?

Géraldine Riou.
- Hello.

Hello. We’re filming about
how France Régions are receiving

incoming Ukrainian families.

That’s good.

Stay!

Would you be interested in
appearing on...

Oh, no!
I don’t work in front of cameras.

She’s like that.

I’ll wait for you.

Your husband must not be happy
about the Ukrainians.

On the contrary. - Ah.
- He's very happy.

He even voted in favor.

He’s not who you think he is.

He’s a good man and a great father.

Do you want me to sell him
my farmhouse?

I won’t sell it to a fascist.

Yves, stop, or I’ll
force-vaccinate you against Covid.

No! Never can AstraZeneca
end up in my compost!

Squatting over your compost pile
and doing your "thing",

you’re going to fall
and catch something...

Without my poop,
the vegetables don’t grow as well.

The conservatives treat us like crap.
- Mmh.

Now, I’m making them eat it.

Hello, I’ve got your groceries!

Oh dear...

A disaster!
- She’s drunk.

Mmh...

So, how are you, Yves?
- I’m good, and you?

You good, Géraldine?
- I’m good, thanks.

A shot of Chouchen?

I won’t say no.

That's it,
I knew she wouldn’t refuse.

Are you the owner
of the grocery store?

Yes.
- With your husband. - Yes.

Will you donate products?

Uh, yes.

Uh, just, can you expand a bit?

Well, yes. Well, yes, because...

Joëlle is going to organize
the arrival of the refugees.

I’m going to handle
more practical things, you see?

But we’re like sisters.

We’ve studied together
since 5th grade... - Zoom.

...to become teachers.

But I had children very young.

And my husband took over
the Paimpont grocery store.

What was it, the...
- Sir. Sir.

I’m madam, Anne.
- I know, sir.

If...
- Sir?

Ah, it’s Yves.

With Snow White and her stepmother,
it’s the same situation.

The same story, always.

A woman over 30 is a witch.

A superficial, diabolical woman,
that’s it.

They tell us that
things are changing, but...

"Svoboda rivnist bratstvo".

It means "liberty, equality, fraternity"
in Ukrainian.

So, we’re very happy to have...

...to welcome these refugees.

Wait, there’s the teacher who...

No, but.

Hello, excuse me.

I’m in an interview.
- I need to talk to you.

Good morning.

Yes, well...

We have to do it again.
- In private.

One minute.
- Excuse me.

No, just two seconds.
- We’ll do some split-shots.

You shoot from the shoulder.
- There’s been a change.

What?
- We’re filming the ducks.

I found out this morning...

There were so many requests
to take Ukrainian refugees,

that in fact, there are...
- You’re scaring me, Joëlle.

There are no more...
- What do you mean, there are no more?

No more...
- You hear that?

All of Europe has opened up.
- A disaster!

No, the good news in all of this...

What is it?
- They’re still sending us a family.

I sorted out the paperwork
with the prefecture.

But where are they from?

Hello, hello.

Hello, Hervé. How are you?

Yes!?
- You look good.

I’m good, yeah.

I was passing by,
so I thought I’d say hello.

Hello.

Yes, yes.

Uh, no...

Mmh...

Actually...

These are not...

Ukrainians,

who are coming, but...

they're... they're Syrians.

You're the first person I'm informing...

About Syrians from Ukraine?

No, no, Syrians coming from Syria.

Well, they passed through the camp, but...

We didn't vote for this.

Well, a little, huh...

you know, Hervé...

Ukrainians are in high demand
on the refugee market.

But I'm sure you'll like them.

I'm delighted to welcome
all foreigners from around the world.

Here, we're a place of exchange,
meetings, and friendliness.

Ukrainians in the fields,
that could be interesting,

but Syrians,
how will we communicate?

I have no problem, but Arabs,
they don't eat sausage.

We have nothing against Arabs.
- Arab... isn't an insult.

I hope to have new customers.

Yeah, because right now...

I wouldn't like veiled women.

There are more and more veilings...

veiled heavily, moderatly, slightly.
I'm confusing countries.

I'm not good at geography.

I don't have an opinion.

But why didn't we get...
Ukrainians like everyone else?

And I'm wondering why they'll arrive
on 15th instead of 6th.

Oh yeah.

We are all migrants...

and we must welcome these Syrians
as our brothers.

MEET THE BARBARS

You could have told me.

No, I couldn't tell you,
I wasn't even sure.

I found this out very late.

I'm your best friend.
- Yeah, but you can't keep secrets.

When I kissed Charlotte,
the whole school knew it in 24 hours.

That was 35 years ago.
- It's so ugly!

Yes, but 35 years later,
people still think I'm a lesbian.

Huh? Honestly.

You should start painting again.
- I don't know.

It's lovely.
- You think so? - Ah, yes.

It's true, it's not bad.
- Yes, it fits.

What are you doing
with this table?

Well...
- I asked them to take it out.

Why?
- I saw a report on Syria...

Yeah?
- ...they dine on a carpet.

Oh damn, there's a table.
- A table, yeah.

There's a living room table.
No rules apply here.

That's look good.

I had learned the recipe of
borscht soup.

Girls, it's bit heavy!

Ah, yes.
Put it there into the corner...

and the carpet stays in the middle, like this,
they will decide.

I brought some Bordeaux wine.
But they won't be interested.

Shall we drink it now?
- Isn't it a bit early, still 11 a.m.?

We don't mind.

Ah! And it's organic too.

Do Syrians have organic food?

How do you say "organic" in English?
- Do they speak English or French?

Oh...
- Ah, well...

...neither!?
- A corkscrew?

This gonna be mess.

We have one in the food truck.

How do you say "corkscrew"?

Shall we do this?
- I didn't ask that.

Do you know any Arabs?
- Ah, yes, I know my...

...my bank advisor has
an Arab name.

Ah, not bad.

ACT I
Welcome to Paimpont

I might not be for long.
- Wait, it's an "event" after all.

Our store is not
going to be closed all day.

Mr. Mayor, let me introduce Madjid,
my banker...

Hello. - Good morning.
- ...he'll help with communication...

That's nice. - Great, thank you.
- ...he's from Rennes, he's lovely.

You're saving us.
- Very kind.

I don't know, I'll try.

Nice of you to come from Rennes.
- Hello, hello.

What if they are terrorists?

They've been checked.

Checked?
- Yeah.

There's a girl our age.

If you look her in the eyes,
her father will tear yours out.

Nonsense.
- Yes, I swear!

Where did you get that from?
- From my father.

Johnny, come to see.

Come, Mr. and Mrs. Morel,
it's a sad image.

Put the young ones in front.
It'll be more...

The young ones...
- Thank you, Johnny.

...step forward,
don't be afraid to stand in front.

Step forward!
- Smile. You look happy.

The youth of Paimpont!

Is it looks okay?

Great.

We'll see later.

Ah! - Yes, yes.
- Coming!

Catch the bus.
- That's it, that's it.

Oh la la la!
- It's nerve-wracking. Huh?

Smile, smile, smile.
In Paimpont, we're all smiling.

That's it.

He has three wives?

Oh, no. There's his sister
and his daughter. - Ah, yes.

Well... welcome to Paimpont.

Right!

Welcome to France!

Right, yes.

Thank you,
it's our pleasure to be here.

Ah!... they speak English?

Yes. - But it's great you're here.
- Hello. - Good.

I am Joëlle,

and this is Anne,
- Hello.

is a husband...
- Hello. Welcome.

Philippe Poudoulec, delighted!
- and...

Hello.
- Hello.

and the whole village, almost,

...happy to be with you, today.

I'm delighted!
I also speak French, a little.

Ah! - ...I had one "prisoner"
in the reception center. - Ah yes, great.

But we want to learn more.

Of course.
- Actually, I am... a teacher...

professor... - Yes.
...and I'll give you French lessons...

...especially to your son,
as I'm his school teacher.

But Joëlle, you should teach them
a bit of Breton... "Kenavo".

Maybe later.
Let them arrive first. Yes.

And I am the village constable.

I am...

like the sheriff.

Yes, indeed.

Police, but nice police.

You know, in Paimpont,

uh...

...we know "Syria" well.

"The sawmill".

I own a sawmill... the wood.

You see, yes.

Alright. - It was a joke.

Thank you, Sébastien.
Well done.

Will you cut this last?
- Yes.

No, no, seriously.
- Yes.

Anyway!

...Beautiful weather for your arrival!

Eh... cloudy...

Rain?
- In Brittany, it's "drizzle."

Tht's it. - Drizzle.

Drizzle.
- Drizzle?

Drizzle...
- That's it.

We go to your... your room now.

You all... don't all come.
Kids, you'll stay.

Thank you to the whole village
for coming.

So, this is Le Guellec Street,
the main street of Paimpont...

No, but! -...the only street, really.
No, it's not Le Guellec anymore.

Ah, yes, because...
- Yes, ...a rapist and a racist.

Yes.
- It has been renamed.

Well, now it's called
Jeanne Malivelle Street. - That's it.

She was a Breton artist,
"invisibilized" of course, as usual.

Yeah. - What's that?

Oh!! - What's that?

No, no, no, don't film that.
No, no, no.

GET OUT BARBARIANS
No, no...- But who did that? - No!

I need to show rooms.

We need to show rooms.
- No, I'll call the town hall.

They'll clean it up.
- What a shame!

Johnny, I want an investigation.
- Aa... I'll get my kit for fingerprints.

Very well, go ahead.

There are ugly people in Paimpont,
but not everybody, I promise!

We gonna go inside...
- Yes.

To see...
- Everything is fine.

Everything is fine. Come.
- Oh my God, Sébastien. - Come, come!

Come inside!
- Don't read, come in.

What does "barbarians" mean?

We're going in.

Look, here...

Internet.

Look, here...

chimney... -Yes.
...for heating with wood.

Yes, Sir.

Because winter is cold.
- The cold?

Ah? - Yes!
- Follow me.

Hop, come.
- Yes.

Look at this kitchen!

It's beautiful.

Very beautiful.
- That's it.

Renovated.
- Excuse me.

Dad, we need to ask her about Farid.

Madame Joëlle.
- Yes?

My brother, Farid, was...

...doing military service
when the war started.

And he deserted
to join the Free Syrian Army.

He's a hero but they got him
and he was put in jail.

And since then, no news, nothing.
We've been searching for a long time.

Ah, I'll try to get some news,
well, to inquire.

I'll try. - Thank you.

Thank you. - You're welcome.
- I had forgotten...

...the dishwasher.
- That's it...

You open it, you close it.

You open it and you close it.

Here, you put the...

Oh la la. It's a dishwasher.

Yes, indeed.

I never thought
I'd end up at someone's place

on whose door is written insults!

It's nothing, it must be kids.

If it's kids, it's even worse.

Forget it.

They're idiots.

I saw two or three in the village,
they didn't look very...

Can you believe it?

Mhh.

In 4 years, it's the first time

we have a room of our own.

I can't...

I can't do this
at other people's place, Louna.

But we're at home now!

Hello. Who are you?
- Sorry.

My French is not very good.

Do you speak English?

Yes, I do. Mhh...

Who are you? Abila not here?

No, I'm Elias.

I do the follow-up... when families have arrived.

Ah, yes.

Hi, I am Joëlle. Nice to meet you, Elias.

Very nice to meet you too, Joëlle.

How's it going with Fayad?
- Very good.

Well, they just arrived, but good.

I mean, not bad.
- OK.

For now.

I read your e-mail, asking
to look for younger brother Farid.

I will do my best to find him.

OK, thank you.

By the way, it was amazing
what you did with the prefecture.

To give the grant and the apartment.

When we dealt with them,
they took forever to answer.

Yes, French administration, you know...

I know.

Let's stay in touch,

keep me posted
and I will get back to you.

Yes. Please.
- Ok.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Bye. See you...

Ah, well, I hung up.
See you soon.

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Good luck!

Yallah, bye.
- Bye! - Bye!

Why did they put me with "babies"?

Why do you say that, Wael?
You're a jerk!

You'll see, you'll
catch up faster than me!

We'll be together
in middle school next year.

They're coming.
Not in the eyes. Not in the eyes.

Hello.
- Hello.

Is the school bus to Hermine
Middle School goes from here?

No. This is "school massage".
Do you want one?

What a dude!

Just a joke.
"Massage -- pickup".

Not funny.
- This is the place.

Thank you.

My name is Dina.

Théo.

Romain.
- Bertrand.

Ludovic.
- Antoine.

Basile.

Mmh.

No girls here?

No, there aren't any in Paimpont.

Well, only little girls.

There are some in middle school,
don't worry. - OK.

And... this is Wael, my brother.

Hi.
- Hi.

Wael, is that Breton?

Do you wanna sit down?

No, thank you.

Wael, shall we go?

Hello, Dina.
- Hello.

Hello, boys.
- Hello.

Bye.
- Bye.

How are you?

♬ Here's the news session for a midday.

♬ The outlook of a Black Friday is
closed medical offices due to their strike.

♬ Doctors demand the reopening of negotiations
with health insurance companies.

♬ A strike spilled over to other sectors
which demand wage increases.

♬ Also, the grumbling...

Anne.
- Yeah?

Something's been bothering me
since yesterday.

What?

They don't have... a veil.

Well, no.

It's my lunch break.

Let's go.
You're already filming? Oh, no.

Are they Syrian?
They look like Roma.

No, they're from Syria.

I don't know.
Joëlle talks nonsense.

Let's go. Hello!
- Oh, stop.

Hello!

Hello!
- Come in.

Hello.
- Come on in.

Welcome!
- Hello.

Welcome here.

Welcome.

How are you?
Isn't it too cold for your first day?

It's fine, thank you.

Why do they only talk about
the weather?

Here. So, hello.

So, Anne and Philippe...

Hello. Well...

...have decided to offer you,
to give you,

to donate some...
local products, for free.

Free food.
- So, well...

we offer products expired by
a day or two, but that's good.

I only eat that too.

So, for example,
here we have our butters.

We have butter... we have
unsalted butter, lightly salted ones,

organic unsalted butter,
churn butter, light butter,

butter with Guérande salt crystals,
it's Joëlle's favorite.

Ah, yes?

My favorite.
- We have industrial butters like...

Le Président, Elle & Vire,
Echiré butter.

I admit that... you tell me,
regional butter is still the best.

Hey..., please, here.

Please, you can't...
pick and eat the products here.

Well, what...

What did he eat?
- A walnut and an almond.

Really?
- And a pistachio.

He didn't know, Philippe.

No, Philippe,
maybe they taste in home country.

In home country, yes, anyway...

It's not the end of the world.
- I have the right to say something here.

Yes, it's true, he's a bit right.
We can't just...

As you both started, I'll settle it.

No! - Yes, yes.
A walnut, what do you want?

Three euros, the kernel?

I'll pay. - No, no.

No, no, it's on me.
- It's the principle.

You didn't know.
- Cut.

OK. Aren't you filming anymore?

No, but...

I don't know, you'll sort it out
calmly... among yourselves.

Shoot what's really happening!
Don't film butter shots.

Hey, ho.
Do you decide what we film?

Hey, ho!

Do you know Michael Moore?
- Yes, but we,

we're making a 52-minute film
about the region.

Alright.

Alright, go on, film.
- Got it.

So, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, he's sorry.

I'm sorry.
- Sorry. Philippe is sorry.

Have a nice... night.

Thank you.
- That's it.

Bye-bye.
- Thank you, huh!

Anyway.

We are going to work, Joëlle.

Earn money.

And then we can pay for the food.

It's very hard to find work here.

Very hard. Unemployment.

No work...

Depression, alcoholism.

Yes, but I want to work.

In Syria, I earned money.

I was a graphic designer.

Yeah, well, here, graphic designer...

Are you a doctor?

Uh, I'm an architect.

It's me...

I am the doctor.

Well, that's not bad because
there's more needed here.

Aa... medical desert.

If we can get
your diploma recognized,

maybe we'll get work.

Uh... diploma burned in a fire
at my house.

Hospital was bombed.

I don't need a diploma.

Whereever I work, I'll work.

Anything you can find.

Alright, I'll find you something.

OK.
- Let's go!

So, it says here "failed".
Not "3" but "failed".

I saw the "husband" when
I was driving by car. The tall one.

I don't like him.
He looked contemptuous.

The square of the length
of the hypotenuse is equal

to the sum of the squares of
the lengths of the sides of...?

The sides of...?
- How was he called again?

Marwan, I think.
- The sides of Marwan!

The sides... what...

No, my dear, no...
...of the right angle. Huh?

It's written below.

Say, did you run into him
this morning?

Uh, yes,
I saw him with his wife.

And so...?
- Well, nothing, they greeted me.

What did you do?
- Well, I greeted them.

They smiled to me.

They had yet to "bite".

Lejeune let himself be
completely manipulated.

We know, by whom, mmh?
- By the Jews?

No, by Joëlle.

Ah, yes.
- Is she Jewish?

Jo... Joëlle is Jewish?

No, I don't think so.
No, she's broke.

She wouldn't have brought
the Arabs here.

No.
- Well, yeah.

I miss you, Farid.

Look.

With this one,
I could walk normally.

This one?

But, auntie,
you'd look like a robot!

You, the robot!

Hello.

Hello, Yves. How are you?
- Yeah. I'm fine. Excuse me...

Ah, yes... a bit of fat.

This is Louna,
who... I told you about.

Good morning.

Do you speak French?

Uh, a little.
- Very good.

Is she's pretty?
I don't like ugly seasonal workers.

It scares the vegetables.

OK... Well, don't make her do
anything too hard.

I'll put her on the artichokes.
No need to bend over.

Even I can do it.
- And the fee?

8 euros an hour.
- That's not possible.

It's below minimum wage.

No one is paid minimum wage
in the fields.

No, Joëlle. 8 euros, fine.

No, no. No!
- It's a start.

Out of the question!
It's 10.57... Union minimum.

Alright.

On a trial basis, huh.
- OK, I'll bring her tomorrow.

Not many options to find work, yeah.

Thank you.

So, you're going to be a farmworker?

So what? Lots of students do that.

My friend Omar in Berlin,
the greatest surgeon back in Syria,

he's an Uber driver in Germany.
Temporarily.

But it's been 6 years!

Me, if I can't be an architect,
I won't work.

Whatever you think,
sooner or later, you'll have to work.

I want to do my job, dad.

You have to do anything.

Look at me, I write and I persist.

I'm sure that one day,

my poems will be translated
and published right here.

I'm sure we have a lot in common.

We should take an interest in
their culture.

I don't know,

go to one of their restaurants,

eat some "gaalettes."

Galettes, mom.

What did I say?
- "Gaalettes." You're stretching the word.

Galettes, not "gaalettes."

Ga...

Galettes.

Give me some mint, "galette lady"!

Here it is, father-in-law.

What a crap!

There's drizzle, rain, a lake,
but there's no water!

Oh, it's depreciated, huh.

No, no. Someone broke it.

So, it's an attack?
Sabotage?

But no. Who would do that?

I don't know... you, for example.
You break it and then do the repairs.

Is she stupid or what?

No, no, no...
- Are you calling me stupid?

...if that's the case, I'm out.
Find another plumber.

Calm down.
- She's hysterical.

No, I'm not hysterical, Riou.

"Joëlle to the fire", that's he case?
- Wait, let's be constructive. Huh?

How much that's going to cost us?

I don't know... at first look,
400 euros.

400, for this tiny pipe?
- Not tiny, it's copper.

Plus the labor costs.
- Okay, the municipality will take care of it.

What? - Thank you.

Hold on... the municipality?
So I pay, eh?

I pay for her pipe, is that it?
With taxpayer money?

No, we can put it to a vote.

That will take weeks.
- We'll wait.

In Damascus, Bashar...

...two weeks without water
to make us weak.

What's he saying?
- I won't leave them like that.

I'll go get my checkbook.

Okay, keep your 400 euros
for whatever you want.

Damn!
And I pay... very happyly.

What is she putting in
our kids' heads?

My son has been showing me a cold face
since he started 5th grade.

A... cauliflower.

Dina?

A cauliflower.

Cauliflower.

What do you think racism means?

It's someone who doesn't like others
who have extra things

like birthmarks, freckles, or...

moles or skin color...

or physical appearance.

It's people
who don't like Black people.

My dad likes Mbappé and Omar Sy.

It's not just that.

It's also judging based on skin color,

religion, or physical appearance.

For example, in World War II,
Hitler exterminated the Jews,

because he was homophobic,
he didn't like...

people who had different skin colors

or a different physical appearance than him.

Two friends talking to each other
say about someone:

"Look him, he has...

...he has brown hair, I don't like it."
"Ah, yes, true."

And then it can go further.

Well, suicide, if you get, well...

...well, if you're racist,

since you insult someone repeatedly,

it's harassment.
It can be linked to racism.

The person,
they can come to death,

as they don't feel good
in their skin.

Wow.

And you, Wael?

Wael!

Uh, for you, what is racism?

Uh...

I don't know.

People who don't like Black people.
- Don't hold back!

Say what you think.

I... I don't know.

It's okay. It's good, we have...
- Yeah, we have material.

Thank you very much, kids.
That was really good.

To summarize, racism comes from
a narrow mind...

It also comes from fear.

The fear people have towards others
they don't know.

The fear that others will take
their jobs, their homes, their wives...

...their nuts.

Well, that they'll take something.
That's fear.

We, we are not afraid.

Right, kids?
- Yes, Ms. Joëlle.

Here are the complete ones...

...with turkey ham.

Thank you.
- No pork.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

The customer is a king
in my place.

No matter where they're from.

Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

It's like our "attayef",
but ours are better.

By far!

The lady is trying to be nice.
Be kind!

She's looking at us weirdly, right?

Maybe it's the first time
she's seen Arabs.

There are many Muslims in France,
but not here.

So?

Do you... Do you like it?

Yes, thank you.
- Yes.

We should tell her the truth.
It's inedible!

What's he saying?

He says it was very good.

No, it's not good.

Greasy and soggy.

Greasy and soggy? That's how it is,
in Brittany, we use a lot of butter.

A lot!

Dad!

ACT II
1€ and Dictatorship

Ah, Mr. Mayor!
I was looking for you.

I wanted to tell you.

How to say...
there are rumors going around.

What kind?

People say it's not fair
that they get free housing.

Yes. And what do you think?

Me? Well, nothing.

I'm just reporting it to you.

And there's even a petition
since this morning.

I made a copy here.
Look.

Ah, that's Riou.

There are five signatures.
It doesn't bother many people.

The apartment belongs to the town.
The state subsidizes the renovation.

You see?

It's not what people voted for.

They say the Fayads eat food
in stores without asking.

Ah, yes, the bone of contention.

And they also disrespected
Jacqueline...

...her crêpes.

Well, they're inedible to be true.
- But, don't you say that.

Well, people think
you shouldn't say that.

You're not answering?
- No.

An anonymous call.
- Anonymous?

Yeah.
- Threats?

No, if people start getting angry,
I'm all alone and have only a walkie-talkie.

Calm down!
We're not in Paris anymore.

The crime spree is over.
There won't be any serial killings.

But you're right.
We can't let the controversy grow.

No, we need to create momentum
around the Fayads.

Meaning? I don't understand.
I don't speak "Macron way", you know.

It's fine.

It's fine?

Yes, I'll take care of it.
- Okay... that's good then.

We might have time to do a 69.

I have almost an hour.

Me too, he's making
his homemade sausages.

I said I was going for running.

He just wonders,
why I'm not losing weight.

No, no, don't lose weight,
definitely not that.

What's that?
- I don't know.

What's she doing?

Aru you okay?
It's not too heavy?

No, it's fine.

This... yours?

Yes, it's a farmhouse.
It's typically Breton one.

It's falling apart.

Yes. Needs a lot of...

To fix...

You want it?

Me?
- Come on, for your little family.

But I... don't have money.
- Oh!

I'll sell it to you for one euro.
- What?

Wait.
- Shh!

One euro?
- Yes.

This?

I have no heirs. It'll end up
in the bankers hands.

But... what do you want?

Nothing, not even a blowjob.

Ah, yes, only one condition.

Don't let that asshole Riou
do the plumbing, okay?

His nervous breakdown
is going to be fantastic to watch.

One euro, Yves?

One euro, yes, one euro!
Are you deaf or what!

Am I dreaming?

He's going to give them our hideout.
For one euro!

You have to do something.

I'm not moving to your
refrigeration van.

I'll buy you a puffer jacket.
- It's not funny.

I really liked this farmhouse.

Well, I liked it too.

It's a lot of work and is too small.

For me alone, it would take months.

Marwan, it's an incredible opportunity.
We'd have a house of our own!

We can't stay here forever.
Clearly, they hate us!

Whether they hate us or not,
it'll be the same everywhere in France.

Exactly!

Maybe we should go back.

The Russians are busy in Ukraine.

The arms dealers
don't need our war anymore.

Have you lost your mind?

You want to take us back to hell?

At least I wasn't a beggar!

And Farid, I'm not abandoning him.

Wait.
- Huh? No.

Well, I don't know, wait.
- No.

There. Yeah, yeah, go ahead.
- Huh?

No, I don't know.

Excuse me.

But it's okay, my love.

We don't have to do it
every day.

It's the first time
it happened to me.

I'm pregnant,
it must be hormonal.

No, it's not that.

It's because of him.
The whole family, the Fayads.

But him, especially.

Huh? And the farmhouse,
damn, the farmhouse.

But Poudoulec is talking nonsense.

One euro, damn,
the son of a bitch. One euro.

Yves, the bastard,
he can drop dead, the Stalinist.

But calm down, my love.

We had given up on it.
It's too small.

No, no, it's a matter of principle.
This is serious, what's happening.

We have to do something.

Wait, I'm hot.
- Sorry, sorry.

Get on to try from back.

You sure?

No, but okay.
- Mmh.

Go ahead.
- Come on.

Son of a bitch.
- Wait.

Huh?
- Wait.

The panties, I can't get them off.
- Why did you put them back on?

Hello, Elias!

How are you?

I'm fine, and you?

Ah! I'm fine.

Good french, heh!

So? - So, mhh...

I might have found Farid Fayad
in the city of Khan Cheikhoun.

Wait, wait...

I have to write it.

No, not that one... no, here.

There.

Uh...
- Uh...

I need to write on paper,

I was looking for a pen.

OK.

I'm not sure yet,
he's the one we are looking for.

What we need is a photo of him.

The most recent one they have.

Okay, I ask.

And, by the way, I looked at Paimpont online.
It's so nice. It's very green!

Yes, very green! It rains all the time.

And you, where are you?

I'm in Jordan, at Zaatari refugee camp.

It hasn't rained here for many months.

Oh. - Sorry, Elias, could you come?

I'm so sorry but I have to go.

Of course.

Let's, please, stay in touch.

Bye.
- Sorry for, yeah, bye, bye...

No worries. Bye-bye.

Ah! Finally, it's about time.

What are you doing?

The mayor and Joëlle want us
to tell the village our whole story.

They'd also like... a visual!

Do you have the videos of...

If we had been Ukrainians
as planned,

they wouldn't need videos,
would they?

Do I have to show them my dead husband,
they to feel empathy?

We need to start, Sébastien.
- Well, it's fine.

But it's 6 p.m.

Yes, yes, I know.
- Go ahead.

Dear residents of Paimpont,
thank you for coming in such big crowd tonight.

Yes, their journey's been difficult.

But they are among us now.

And we must accept them
with their differences.

They don't like crêpes,
for example. Well.

But like all of us,
they want peace, love...

And running water.

Indeed. Amen.

So, we'll let them speak.
- Mmh.

Thank you, Sébastien.
Well done.

Hello.

This is Syria.

Before the revolution,
there were 23 million inhabitants.

Now, more than half of the population
has been displaced or killed.

Syria... is a dictatorship.

Like in France.

No! Yves, please.

If you are suspected
of being a political opponent,

you end up in prison
and are tortured, mutilated.

You are electrocuted, raped.

And in the end,
if you haven't been shot,

you are released, but it's too late.

You've already gone mad.

Uh, the worst executioner
in Syria isn't Daesh.

It's Bashar.

Daesh, that's 15,000 deaths.

Bashar... hundreds of thousands.

We stayed too long because
my mother was very ill.

We had our lives, our home.

Our friends, our dog.

But someone denounced
Alma and her husband,

who were treating opponents.

Their hospital was bombed.

Her husband was killed, Alma, injured.

The smugglers took everything
we owned.

Everything.

We have a few images left,
which my sister, Alma...

has agreed to show you.

My wife insisted on going:
"I don't want to die stupid."

This idiot.

I'm not swayed by their whining.

Are we going after their movie event
to see at least, what there's to eat?

I don't feel like it's annoying.

Aren't you going to see
your Syrian friends?

Cut the crap!
No, I'll step by them later.

You know,
I had nothing against them at first.

But now, I think
we're giving them too much.

And if we sell cottages
for one euro...

Why are you just talking!?
Sign the petition for a vote.

We'll get rid of them.

I can't. I have to stay neutral
for my business.

Yeah. Because your wife
is a friends of Joëlle.

That's nothing to do with it.
- Yeah. Ask her to get your "balls" back.

Don't worry about that.

Huh?

Keep calm...

And you, Johnny?

Uh... maybe we should
put things in perspective.

They're not Malis.

Or worse, Romanians.

Romanians mean Romanian women.
Romanian women mean pimps.

Pimps mean drugs.
One thing leads to another...

Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.

In Paimpont.

No, they might be
a bit uneducated,

but they're not criminals.

I'll go take a look,
make sure there's no trouble.

Are the generators ready?

They bombed the water truck.

Wissam, we have to leave now!

No, we can't transport the incubators.

They're going to bomb the hospital!

I have to stay here.
I'll follow you.

I can't leave this one alone.

Come on, hurry!

Leave everything, I beg you.

Wissam!

Wissam, where are you?

Go dance!

No, I don't like...

What are you doing here?

Sorry, it's the channel.
We came back at our own expense.

What? - People don't care
about Syrians. - What?

They find the footage too chronic.

What does that mean?
- I don't know.

Are our Syrians too nice?

Do they want them
to cause trouble in our village?

We're disappointed too.
- You can't!

We just packed up the equipment.
I'm sorry.

Well, very well. Go ahead.
- Rats leaving the ship.

Bravo! Bravo, France.
- Over there.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Marilyn!
Get to safety.

Do you want to go dance?
- No.

Come on, it'll take your mind
off things!

Marwan!

Come! That one sounds like "dabké"!

Do you like Dina?

I wasn't looking.

I swear.

If you want to seduce a woman,

all you need... is poetry.

I wasn't looking.

Poetry!

I've been waiting for you
for an hour.

Oops. I was chatting, I lost time.

That was your night?

Your mom is waiting to go home.
You're not answering your phone.

Oh, well, oops, wait, I must have...
I must have left my bag behind.

If it's still there, hah.

Come on!
- I have it, look.

Check if everything's there.

♪ Let's go, children of the fatherland ♪

♪ The day of glory has arrived ♪

Dear friends.
Dear friends, Sirs.

We're at home here, right?

Damn identitarians!
- We won't let ourselves be replaced.

Go ahead!

Fascism won't replace democracy.

You, give me that!

They're a fascists, not a Breton. Liars!

Well, that's it. That's it!

Are you okay?
- They say it's us.

Asshole!

Well, it's... red.

Does it hurt?
- Well, yes.

But where were you
when things went bad?

How many times are you going to ask me...
I told you, I was dealing with...

...with a delivery van
that was running late.

Since Covid, everything's a bit slower.

Still now? Ouch, ouch! Oh, no!

These "identitists" are so racist.
It wasn't like this before.

Yes, but Syrians here now,
it's complicated...

No, according to Joëlle,

even if it were Ukrainians,
they would have caused trouble.

"According to Joëlle..."
You repeat everything she says.

No, not everything.

Yes. You follow her blindly
to the point of getting beaten up.

She only thinks about herself.
- Oh, no! That's not true.

Not Joëlle.
- I think she's manipulating you.

Hello, Joëlle.
- Hello.

We found Farid.

Oh! Farid?

That's great!

Yes. But I don't have good news.

Oh! He's dead!

No, no, he is not.
But it is a little bit more complicated than that.

Wait, one minute. Someone's at my door.
I'll come back. Stay!

Are you okay? What's up?

You forgot your poncho yesterday.
- Oh, thanks.

Did you put on makeup?

Uh, yes, well, a little, you know.

Want to grab a coffee?
- No, I have to run, I can't.

What are you doing?

Listen, I have few things to take care of.
Sorry, but see you later.

I'll call you.

I also brought your favorite butter.

What are you doing, dad?

Galette.

We must participate
in the defense of Breton culture!

We defied Bashar's "shabihas".

A few loudspeakers won't intimidate us!

Attention! Attention!

Strange! What is that?

I just found out. Sorry.

It's not possible.
- Are you sure?

Elias confirmed it.

I don't understand
what they're saying. - Shut up.

I'm trying to hear.
- It's really him.

I'm really sorry, Alma.

I'd rather prefer he were dead.
- Don't say that!

Is Farid dead?
- No.

You swear?

Yes, I swear.

Marwan!

Habibi!

What's wrong with dad?

You know, it's not easy
for him here.

Because of the people
who scared us yesterday at the festival?

ACT III
At Home

Look at this bed!
It looks like someone still lives here.

No, it's completely abandoned.

He won't take the house back
after we've fixed it up, will he?

It'll be legal. It'll be our home!

Even the mayor said he'd help us.

Imagine it with me!
- I'm imagining.

Then tell me!

Look.

Upstairs, we'd make Wael and Dina's room.

Downstairs, Alma's room,

then dad's.

And the extension will be
the living area.

And our room?

Ah!

I forgot our room.

You forgot our room!

You know what?

If we don't have a room of our own,
then we can...

make love in every room?

It will be "our home"!

I forgot to tell you.

There's a military camp nearby.

Beard...

We're closed.

Hello, ma'am.

Butter crêpe.

Cook, you and me.

What? You want to steal my job?
Is that it?

No. Me, help, because you... bad.

Oh, well... Oh, well, okay...
- I'm joking... a little.

You're bold.

See you tomorrow, Mr. Durand.
- Thanks, Géraldine.

Yeah, okay, that works. Thanks.

Hervé?

Oh, hi.

Who was that?
- Huh?

Who was that?
- New friends.

Not the same people
who came to the party?

Géraldine, we’re defending
our regional identity.

Huh? The Breton soul.

Aren't you Alsatian!

Partly on my mother’s side.
But I’m Breton.

They’ve suffered a lot.
- Haven’t I suffered, huh?

Oh really?

At the age 16,
when I worked with my dad,

all mornings started at 6 a.m.,
hands in the pipes.

Sometimes there was shit.

So?

It's just a drama play,
the refugees are suffering...

...to push Arabs on us.

Oh really?
- Yeah.

Why did you go yesterday?
What did they put in your head?

Well, it was interesting.

We saw what they
went through over there.

Did they talk about
what they did to the Blacks?

Who started the slave trade, at all?

Slavery. Slave trade.
Who was it?

It was us.
- No. Stop it... It wasn’t us. No.

It was the Arabs who started it.
Yeah.

I didn’t know.
- Well, yeah.

We always talk about
the slave trade by Whites,

but the Arabs started it.
What's their goal?

Well, to make us their slaves.

I don’t believe it.
- I do.

You’re exaggerating a bit.
- I’m exaggerating?

Educate yourself a bit, we’re in it.

There are modern tools to elevate yourself,
to understand the world we live in.

The world isn’t only Paimpont.

Alright, I’ve got more work to do.

Kisses, my dear.

See you.
- See you.

Did you get the drops for the little one?

Uh, yes, yes, I got the drops.

So, what’s up, my "chick"?

You don't remember me anymore.
What's up?

I'm at the farmhouse,
things are moving forward.

Come by if you can.
I'm here whenever I can.

Kisses. I miss you.

Ah...

The flat roof like that,
are you sure?

It’s less work.

Well, then.

Flat roof, but with an angle
for water drainage.

Bravo, my son!
You’ve got it all figured out.

He’ll be an architect, like his father.

Hello.
- Hello, Yves.

We’ll have a drink
at your place, huh?

We’re going to do
some math this morning.

So?

Guillaume,
what are you doing there?

I prefer to be here.

No, your seat is next to Wael.

There won't be three kids per table.

What’s that about?

Well, Guillaume, what’s going on?

I’m scared.

Scared of what?

Oeh, that’s nonsense.

“A SYRIAN REFUGEE
CLAIMS SUPPORT FOR DAESH!”

It’s been on the internet for weeks.

But what's that crap website?
- These are his words, though.

Not like that.
You were not there.

He said that in Syria, the regime
is worse than Daesh. It’s the truth.

Yes, but I do politics in Paimpont,
not in Damascus.

Here, look.

Riou’s petition.
It got 400 signatures in 24 hours.

I'll do a counter-petition.

No, that doesn’t exist.

Yeah, but here... his son.
He’s twelve...

Again, another anonymous call.

At first, I didn’t pay attention
because I’m not scared.

But now, they’ve threatened
to break my knees.

We need to discreetly survey
the town council, apart from Riou.

We’ll stop the work here
not to make things worse.

A case is needed to counter Riou.

What's this? - That’s it.
- Did Anne sign too?

Voilà.
- That’s not possible.

Joëlle, do you have the papers
that validates the nationality of refugees?

Yes, of course.
- Yes! Well, I need those today.

I... I’ll bring those to you.

Tonight, at the latest.
- Yes.

Hey!
Is this why you’re ignoring me?

Haven’t seen you in weeks?
You’re not answering me?

Why did you sign that petition?

Philippe insisted.
He’s my husband.

But what’s wrong with him?
Huh?

Lives of these people hang by a thread?
- No, it’s more complicated.

I can’t blindly follow you
in all your projects.

I’m tired of being friends with you,

who don’t give a damn about me.
- You’re delusional?

I’m tired of you,
who don’t want to help others.

I’m not Mother Teresa,
neither are you.

If you were, you’d be in Syria,
not in Paimpont.

Without me, you’d be alone,
like a fool with your husband, who...

Who, who what? Who what, Joëlle?
Go on, spill it out!

You’re always b...

Damn it! You know what?
You’re his slave, like back in '50s.

1950s. Damn it!
- Damn it.

What are they doing
in that prefecture?

Let's do it.
My PDF, I want to edit it,

I take it and move it into Word, here.

Change the text...
- Change the text.

This bar? Which bar?
But where, the bar!?

We click OK, our file appears.

Damn this piece of crap!

...as it was.

Like...

Oh, shit.

Hello... - Hello.
- ...for Sébastien.

Okay, I’ll give it to him.
- Thank you. - You’re welcome.

Next one.

ACT IV
Broken

You’re already here?
- Yeah.

You’re early too?
- Yes.

He makes really good crepes.

Especially a Syrian ones,
which are delicious.

But well, he has come to help me
only a few days a week.

Huh?

His wife died of lung cancer,
like you.

Well, that doesn’t bring us closer.

There’s nothing ambiguous
in this story.

But well, I think we need to adapt.

We even make... "beef galettes".

That's not very Breton.

We still kept the others...
the whole wheat ones, the sausage,

the goat cheese ones...

...your favorites.

So, is it okay with you?

Can I hire him?

Give me a sign.

Rain in June.

You loved that, right, my darling?

Thank you.

"My face is no longer unknown

to the ports, airports,
and passage gates."

"We no longer have forests,

mountains,

rivers,

or cities!"

"We are on a land beyond land!"

"I was...

but I never existed."

No...

My house!

Who did this?

You! My roof!

What, "you my roof"?

This guy’s crazy.
Come on, guys!

No fighting here! Get out!

Let’s take him down!
- Oh, the idiot.

Take him down!

Don’t move, you scum!

Let me go!

What got into you, for heaven’s sake!?

We welcome you, and you hit someone.
What’s in your head?

Broken.

Yeah, for sure, Riou’s nose is broken.

No.

Me...

broken.

Oh yeah...

broken, yes.

I understand.

I was in the crime unit in Paris before.
So, well... me too.

Not as much as you, but...

I’ve seen murders of innocents,
well, I’ve seen just one, actually.

And that was enough for me.

Dalida?

You know her?

Yes, we listen to
a lot of French singers.

Georges Moustaki, Dalida,
Charles Aznavour.

But they’re not the French mostly.

Johnny, do you know him?
- Johnny?

Johnny Hallyday, he’s very famous.

Sing.
- Ah, no, no. I can’t.

You don’t know how?
- Yes, I do. Uh...

my name is Johnny
because of Johnny.

♪ We all have something
of Tennessee in us ♪

♪ This will to prolong the night ♪

♪ This crazy desire to live
another life ♪

What do you want?

Marwan fought with Riou.

They’re going to be expelled.
I need you.

Need me? Are you crazy?
It’s over.

Friendship isn’t a one-way street.

Sorry if I gave you the impression
I didn’t care. That’s not true.

But I really need you.

What did you do?
- I lied.

Their true file is pending.
I only have this letter...

for about the Ukrainians.

I gave a copy of this
to Sébastien last night.

Can you notice
I modified it a little?

You’re in a deep shit.
He hasn't seen it yet, has he?

♪ And so lived Tennessee ♪

♪ With a feverish heart
and a broken body ♪

♪ With this tremendous will to live ♪

♪ His words... were his... ♪

♪ And to us ♪

♪ Something of Tennessee ♪

Forgery... 5 years in prison.

Calm down, Hervé.
Joëlle won’t go to prison.

Yes, she will.
- Joëlle, clarify.

The request is in progress.
- It's a matter of days.

Whatever,
they should have never come.

They are here legally,
they are in France, papers...

I'm talking about us, not France.

They have housing,
you're not going to kick them out.

The house collapsed.

Yes, and whose fault is that?

Riou already sabotaged
the drainage of their apartment. It was him!

Completely hysterical!

Hey! They weren't entitled to housing at all,
nor the money for the farmhouse.

That has nothing to do with it.
Joëlle organized a fundraising.

Yes.
- I also donated the materials.

And the rest?
Shall we talk about it?

The municipal employees
at our expense!

And the money you pocketed
for your business?

That subsidy was for Ukrainians.
That's it.

Someone has to pay it back.

I have friends who talk to the prefecture.
It's going to get messy.

Oh, Hervé! What are you going to do?
Put them out on the street? Into tents?

No...! No tents in Paimpont.

If you weren't with your Nazi friends
getting excited,

they wouldn't bother anyone!

Tell him, Sébastien.
- Yes.

You're the shame of the region!
That's it!

You let Daesh supporters
beat me up?

He doesn't support Daesh!
- Shut up!

Excuse me,
you better change your tone!

You signed the petition too.

I'm withdrawing my signature.
- Yeah.

I don't care.
I don't need it anymore.

Bye-bye Syrians and
bye-bye Joëlle with her fake papers.

Throw your threats in the toilets
that you badly repair.

Ah. Here you go, that's it.
The elite's contempt for the little people.

The elite?

I'm a working-class girl,
just like you, old man.

And I earn less than you.

Sure, intellectual caviar leftist.

Caviar?

Have own kids,
if you want leftists. Huh?

Oh, right, stupid me...
no one wants to have kids with you.

Now, it's too late... tick, tick, tick.

You gonna make friends in prison.
Allergic to the seafood?!

He's so dumb, it's unbelievable!

I can't do anything about it.
They have to leave.

I hate that jerk.
- He can't do anything to you.

But it's not about me.

I don't care. It's about them.

Oh...

When I see people suffering,
I suffer too.

I'm ashamed of my country,
of the slave trade.

The colonies...

And then, above all...
the Bretons were once pirates.

There must be ancestors
who sold children.

Now, you're getting confused, Joëlle.

I wish the world were better place.

I'm sorry.

Are you still mad at me
about the petition?

No, I'm not mad at you at all.

But you must be mad about the lies
and what I said about Phil...

No, I understand you.

He's cheating on me
with the butcher.

Are you sure it's her?

Oh, yes.

There are 500 of us in the village,
including 300 in palliative care.

That doesn't leave many candidates.

I don't understand what's happening.

What's wrong with you?
You've never hit anyone before!

I'm sorry.

For what, my dear?

For...

Yes, son?

It's me, who...

Who what?

It's me who clogged the gutters.

But why?

You wanted us to go back to Syria
to find Farid!

We won't find Farid!

He's in Bashar's army.

I'm sorry.

We didn't tell you
not to make you sad.

You were lying!

Liar!

Wael!

Wael!

Wael!

Can you help us?

Wael!

Wael.

Hello, Marilyn.

Hello.

How are you?
- Fine.

I'll take a homemade sausage.

A whole one.

Uh... is this one okay?

Yes, that looks good.

You wrap sausages well.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Anything else?

The butcher and the guy
from the grocery store.. that's romantic.

A pig-style Romeo and Juliet?

Naughty piggies?

I'm... sorry.

No, no, no, please,
no disappointment or despair.

Don't worry.

Are you still taking the sausage?
- Well, yes.

I'll give it to you.
- Thank you.

A gift!
- Yeah.

Goodbye, Marilyn.
- Goodbye.

Damn! You fuck off!

What's wrong? Oh!
- You piss me off with your shitty life!

You're crazy!
- You piece of shit, you piss me off!

Are you insane?

You piss me off!
I've had enough!

Aren't you do anything?

No, I'm not getting involved.

What would I write to the report?

The assault weapon was a sausage?

Jerk!

You're crazy...
- No!

You bitch...

get back to your thing!

I don’t want to see you
anymore, bitch!

ACT V
Alma and Alma

Be careful, sweetie, don't break anything.

Goodbye...
- Kids...

let's go to swim in the lake.

It’s the first time
the weather’s been nice.

I’m going.

Marwan, don’t you want to go too?
It’ll take your mind off things.

Grab your swimware!

Dina!

Yes?

Oh my!

You’re leaving?

Yes, we have to return the apartment
the day after tomorrow and leave Paimpont.

We have no choice.

"I wrote 'I love you'

on the wall of the Moon"

"Oh, I love you so much!"

"More than any human
has ever loved you"

"Didn’t you read it?"

"I wrote it by hand,
on the barrier of the Moon"

"On the top of the trees"

"And on the peaks"

"On the fruits"

Did you understand?

I understood everything.

Do you want to come with us?

Where to?

The lake.

Ah.

Uh, yeah, definitely.

Cool.

OK, a little further.

Dad!

Can we go over there?

Yes, but not too far.

Not him! I can’t.

What does it matter if he’s there?

We’ll say hi even if he’s an idiot.

Hello!

That’s it, hello.

That’s it, hello.

Damn, they dare.

They know how to set up camp.

Are they going to pitch a tent?

Gégé! Gégé!

Huh?

Why are you waving?

I don’t know.

Go on!

Come on, Wael!

I don’t really feel like it.

Marwan?

I’m good here.

Alma!

I’ll film you guys.

Bunch of idiots!

Cold and muddy!

Come on, dive in!

You look the other way, and that’s it. Right?

How do you feel?

Meh.

Mmh?
- Yeah, you see.

It’s weird, I have a lump here.

It’s like a cyst.

Really?

Should I take a look?
- Yeah.

Wait.

Where?
- There.

There?

He’s groping his wife in public!

And in front of the kids!

Are you stupid or what?
You’re giving birth.

What?

It’s not a cyst, it’s a heel.

But no, I haven’t had
any contractions.

A heel?

Hello?

My wife is giving birth here.

We’re on the beach in Paimpont.

Yes, it’s an emergency.
- The head?

Ah, yes, yes!
- Now, right now.

Yes, it’s starting.
- A doctor!

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Is there a doctor?

Hervé, it hurts.
- Huh?

It hurts.
- Push. No, breathe.

A doctor, please.

A doctor.

A doctor, for my wife.

Gwendal, watch Nolan.

You’re not going to help them
after what they did to us!

Dad’s right.
They can figure it out themselves.

But the child isn’t responsible.

I am a doctor. I can help.

It’s fine. The doctors are coming.
- I’m a doctor.

No need.

Ouch!
- The doctors are coming.

Let me take a look.
- No, it’s fine.

Please, look!

Hey, hey, you’re not
looking at my wife.

Yes, yes, you look, look, look, look!

He says, don’t look!

Look, look it!
- Let her do it!

Hervé.

Hold on.

No, no, hold on.

I’m holding on?

For the doctors.
- Don’t talk to her.

Hey, shut up, both of you!

Too late, two minutes, max!

Two minutes...

I would move the baby inside, ok.

Oh, no...

Two minutes, honey.

Baby's already coming out.

Hey, listen to me.

You have to push!

What?
- Now!

Push!

Hold the leg, hold the leg.

Hold the leg.

Marwan, hold his leg!

No, don’t touch it.

Be quiet!

Push!

Push!

Push!

Push! Push! Push!
Push! Push! Push! Push!

It didn’t work.
We have to wait for the doctors.

We have to wait for them!

I can handle this. I can handle this!

It's ok, I can handle this!
- No, no,...

...no, I can handle this,
I can handle this !! No!

She’s going to make him fall.
- Be quiet!

One big push! Big push!

Push! Push! Push!
Push! Push! Push! Push!

She’s beautiful.

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!
- Bravo, Alma.

My darling.

My little baby.

She’s so tiny.

She looks like you.

She looks like you.

Thank you.

Mom,
there’s another baby coming out.

No, no, Nolan, it’s the placenta.

No, don’t touch it. Don’t touch it.

Don’t touch it.

Oh my.

Oh!

And there we go!

The pacifier, mmh?

The little pacifier.
- The binky.

The little binky. Mmh.

I think I’ll call her Alma.

Bah, pff.

Why? What were you thinking?

Soizik? Gwenaëlle?

To please your father again?

Maybe it’s my turn to choose.

What’s wrong? Are you okay?

She wouldn’t have survived
if Alma hadn’t been there.

Pff. Nonsense. She would have.

No.
- The doctors were coming.

No. No, my darling.

You’re a plumber, I’m a nurse.

Wait, though. Come on.

What?
- Her brother punched me.

Oh my! But...

Have you ever imagined
how it’s to live like...

a father taking his family far away?

You come from a war
that no one cares about,

to a country where you’re lost,
and you’re insulted.

The plumber wrecks your pipes.

What? Oh, no. It was not me.

Oh, come on.

No, I’m telling you straight to your face,
it was not me. - Mmh.

Mmh.
- Is that your hormones?

Why always my hormones?

Look at yours...
- Bah.

...a dominant male marking his territory
with his new friends!?

I don’t want to follow you.

You’re going too far.

I think I have to leave you.

But it’s not funny.

Not funny at all.

Well...
- No, don’t touch me.

I’m warning you,
if they leave, I’m leaving too.

No, better you leave.
I’m keeping the house.

One year later...

Alma. Hi!

She’s so beautiful, little Alma!

Bravo, Géraldine!
Finally, a success!

Thank you, that’s kind.

Congratulations.

Soon, the fifth one is in proccess.

Organic artichokes!

Hey, Louna.
- Organic tomatoes!

Look!

Organic zucchini. All organic.
- Zucchini!

All organic!
- Madame, monsieur!

She sells her vegetables well.
- Yes.

I find her charming.

Sir, don’t flirt or I’ll hit you
with a carrot.

He says yes to what he...
- Likes.

He says no to...
- The teacher.

Bravo, Wael.

Prévert made him want
to learn French.

And what are you doing now?

I’m a full-time teacher. Finally.

I signed the divorce papers this morning.
Let’s celebrate.

To freedom, huh?
- Freedom.

Well, that was it.

It was a bit complicated, but...

we’re finally hosting Ukrainian refugees.
Real ones, this time.

Real ones, I mean...
Yes, Ukrainians.

From Ukraine, you know. Finally...

Oh yeah, another endless war.

The paradox of humanity.

Good and evil, clashing...
over and over, always...

Two Syrians!

Hi, baba!
- Hi.

Three more.
- Okay.

So...

There are two Syrians over there.
- Here!

Bam.

How are you, lovebirds?

Alma!

So. Marwan, are you happy?

Our first year in France
Thank you to almost all the residents of Paimpont
for their generosity and kindness

Our first year in France
Thank you to almost all the residents of Paimpont
for their generosity and kindness
Ah, that’s beautiful.

Sorry, what?

Ah, uh...

Alma made a little film
about her first year in France.

It almost made me want to go back, well...

If I wasn't at risk of going to prison
for 5 years, for making false paper,

if I didn't have the entire
"far-right-iosphere", on my back,

And of course...

if I had not met you.

Come on, Joëlle,
we still have work to do. - Yes.

Bye!

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