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TAKE A CHANCE ON ME

Remove your shoelaces.

Your shoes are new.

Or am I imagining it?

You look at a girl's shoes?

Yeah, when they're pretty.

Shoes or girls?

Both.

Both...

Both shoes, I mean.

Yeah, of course.

Sorry to disturb you.

I'll have guava juice.

Viennese coffee.

- Lots of cream. - Ok.

Alexandre?

Alexandre, want something?

- An americano, please. - Big surprise.

Coming right up.

- Same whisky again, please. - No ice?

Never.

- Some say it's better chilled. - It tastes like water then.

- Japanese whisky? - Yes.

- Right away. - A double.

I work at the multiplex.

- The cinema on the docks? - Yeah.

I sell tickets, popcorn and so on.

I see movies for free, so that's cool.

You're not a student?

I am, a masters in economic management.

I thought so.

It's to keep my parents happy.

- After, I'll go to Paris to film school. - What for?

To make movies. I want to be a director.

My sis loves movies.

She's seen loads, she knows the actors.

You have a sister?

Her name's Johanna. She's great.

She left to make money, but she'll come for me, for sure.

Then we'll both leave here.

To go where?

I dunno.

Maybe Paris, like you. Who knows?

You're really made for love.

- What movie is that in? - My movie.

- That I haven't written yet. - Ok.

You make me want to write it.

I love the nape of your neck. It was all I could look at unnoticed.

That's in a movie.

Jules and Jim. Know Jules and Jim ?

I know a Jules, yeah.

The ring too.

- It suits you. - It's beautiful.

Why put it back?

45 euros... And a ring after two weeks...

I want to buy you one.

- But... - No buts.

Marie-Line, stop.

I'm into you, I'm here.

I'm into you too.

This thing is pure comfort.

We'll talk decor before moving in together.

What?

- Only 40 euros. - It's ugly.

But really comfy.

But really ugly too.

I don't know this movie.

"We'd never have had a New Wave

if Morris Engel hadn't shown the way

with his beautiful film, Little Fugitive.

François Truffaut."

You know Truffaut, right?

Truffaut, the garden store near Leclerc? Sure I do.

François Truffaut, the director.

That was a joke.

- I'll serve. - So, what do you do, Marie-Line?

- I'm a waitress. - A waitress, or waiting for better?

- No, a waitress. - Yeah?

- Ok, cool. - Thanks.

Let me play the host here.

Ok. Where do you work?

The Funiculaire...

The corner bar near the uni.

Right, I've been there.

- With you, right? - Yeah.

I suppose that's where you met?

Exactly.

Marilyn, you just couldn't resist.

- Gentlemen prefer blondes. - No, redheads.

Not bad.

- It's a movie with Marilyn Monroe. - I love her!

You know it?

A cinephile too?

Dunno, what is that?

A movie-fan.

- Not especially. - You prefer series?

No, they're worse.

No, I like those reality TV shows.

I can watch them for hours.

They really hook me.

The guys are good.

You watch them?

- Yeah, we watch that. - He's changed a lot!

You've gone from here to here.

So what do you two talk about?

- Why? - You only talk about movies.

No, I don't.

You connect everything to a movie.

To the last short by Starkovski or whoever.

Your favourite.

- It's a passion, guys. - Right.

Any passions, Marie-Line?

Well, yeah, I love driving.

I like waitressing.

I love my job, loads of things.

- Ok. - Cool.

More cider?

You too? Hold on.

Hi, Alex.

It's Marie-Line.

I don't understand.

You haven't picked up for a week.

I'll sound like a grannie, but I'm worried.

Maybe you're working, I dunno.

Nothing's wrong, but give me a call.

I'm home tonight, so I'm free. Let me know.

I'll meet you where you want. Just tell me and I'll come.

Right, I'll go now.

Big kisses...

Take care.

"Take care."

What a dumb bitch!

DAD

Very funny.

Only your phone interests you, so I adapt.

Hold on. Voicemail...

Yes, hello.

Mr Dad here.

I'd like to talk to my daughter, if she can find a moment.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Mr Dad, your plate. - Gladly.

Thanks.

Thanks, honey.

How do you shop? This place has cheap meat.

You could take a look.

So do the shopping.

I pay for it. That's not bad.

Don't come home to sulk. I'm alone all day.

Nice.

You can always go out. At least into the garden.

No idea who he is, but he makes you happy.

Introduce me to him.

Hello.

- Jesus Christ! - I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

- Carry on! - You upset her.

- Ruin my files too! - I didn't mean to.

- How old are you, 8? - Sorry, I'll clean it up.

Look at this mess.

- It's ok. - No, it isn't!

- I apologized, ok. - Apologizing is enough to be forgiven?

What's up, Marie-Line?

- You're not here. - She is. She's here alright.

Don't you ever screw up?

- No screw-ups in your files? - Marie-Line!

Watch it.

The customer is king.

If a king pisses us off, we behead him.

Sorry about that. I'll get your whisky.

Yeah, right. And make it a double!

- Know who that is? - An old fart?

You're fired. Take your things and go.

- Are you serious, Yann? - What were you thinking?

You have a big mouth.

You joke, sing, laugh with everyone...

That's me, that's the way I am.

Too bad for you.

Here you go, sir. Sorry.

English exam tomorrow.

I really don't need it.

Good job it's just an oral.

- See you, guys. - See you tomorrow.

Sorry, I didn't want to come here. It's close, so the guys insisted.

- I didn't dare tell them. - Tell them it's over?

No, it's not that...

So why didn't you call?

I was going to but...

I have a lot of work on.

I have to go and revise.

Let's get a coffee.

No, really, I can't.

- My bus is due. - I can drive you.

I'll call you.

- When? - I don't know.

Tonight?

- I'll be working late. - What's late? 10 PM?

- Yeah. - Fine, call me at 10 PM.

I have to get my bus now.

For fuck's sake!

Alex!

Alex!

I know you're there!

Alex!

Why didn't you call?

- I told you, I was working. - Where's your bag?

I was at a buddy's.

You weren't working?

- Cut it out. - What?

If you're sick of it, don't leave me like this.

I sleep with my phone, I'm pathetic.

You're right, I...

I'd like us to end it.

- Why? - I'm too busy.

- I'm not stupid. Tell me why. - You're not stupid.

You're with that other girl?

Louise? No, she's just a friend.

You're ashamed of me, huh?

Or think I'll make you dumb? Don't worry, it's not contagious.

Marie-Line,

you're really a great girl, you're...

What?

We've nothing in common. You'll be bored with me.

- What? - Kiss me.

No.

Kiss me!

- What is this? - Kiss me.

Cut it out!

Shit...

- What's going on? - What're you doing?

What's going on?

- What is it? - Ok, sir?

I'm not good enough?

Calm down, ok.

- Calm down. - Let go!

Calm down! You'll hurt yourself.

- Can I sit? - Yes.

It'll be ok.

The court. Please rise.

The hearing can begin. Please sit.

Police officer Jamila Alaoui claims you wanted to rip her finger off.

- No. - No what?

No, Judge.

I'd have said "no who" and it's "Your Honour".

What was that no for?

I didn't want to rip her finger off.

I was on the ground with a policeman strangling me.

I dunno, it was just a reflex.

Mr Alexandre Moreno, the victim

claims you said, I quote,

"You think I'll make you dumb." Why say that?

I don't know Truffaut.

Nor the rest. That's why he broke up with me.

- It's not my fault I don't know Truffaut. - Whose fault is it then?

So, if we think about this for a second or two,

what did Mr Alexandre Moreno do wrong?

He'll be in a neck brace for two months. Did you know?

And he isn't even pressing charges. What did he do that was so wrong?

In the eyes of the law.

He left you, Ms Leroy.

That's all.

Whatever the reason, it was a humiliation.

We know that, you and I, for having experienced it.

It's no fun being left. But it's no reason to hit someone.

Not in society as I see it.

And that society, Ms Leroy, is yours too.

If my client is a "public danger", why is her record clear?

She cares for her father who suffers from depression after an accident on the docks

in which he lost a leg.

My client deals with that alone, with no help

because her bipolar mother killed herself when she was 12.

I have the feeling that if this incident had happened to a girl

from a richer background, would she be a danger to society?

Moreno gave her a ring and talked of their future,

but stopped calling her overnight.

You're judging that too, Your Honour.

Ghosting, ending a relationship

without any warning or explanation.

That is violence, pure violence.

So I ask you, Your Honour, isn't that devastating?

Careful, a probation order is a sentence all the same.

It's six months on hold. The slightest misstep and it's jail.

You mustn't try to contact Alexandre Moreno.

- Or even go near his home. - Ok, I get the message.

I may not know Truffaut, but I speak French.

- I'm glad, we did pretty well. - "Pretty well"?

And the officer's damages? I don't have 1,500 euros.

I'm already overdrawn.

You'll find it.

- Yeah? Where? - Excuse me.

Have a good day.

Where were you?

I slept over at a girlfriend's.

Sorry, it wasn't planned.

You saw I called you?

- I saw. - You could've called.

I was too worried to watch TV all morning.

Sorry, I...

Why're you here?

- Aren't you on the noon shift? - Yes, but...

I quit.

- Yann's such a jerk. - He's a jerk?

He's a boss.

Can we afford to avoid jerks?

I'll find something else.

You have a welding diploma, use it.

There's no work. Besides, I won't inhale welding fumes forever.

You chose that course. I didn't force you.

I was proud, but I never forced you.

Where are you going? Listen to me!

I'll find something else.

In the meantime, can you lend me money?

Of course, sweetheart. Want my holiday home keys too?

What do you want money for?

To take off and dump me, like your sister?

- I can't, sorry. - Please, Yann.

- Please. - You screwed up, ok.

Please, Yann, I'm broke.

I already hired someone.

- I'll open first thing. - Cut it out!

- I'll even wash dishes. - The new girl suits me fine.

Ok? Her dad's not handicapped,

she can work late if needed, she's polite,

she's discreet...

Maybe she'll sleep with you.

Your Honour!

- It's Judge here. - Really?

Remember when I spilled coffee on you? I got fired.

I don't know how to pay the damages now.

After the verdict, it's not my problem.

Take a look at your verdict. Just look at it.

I'm out of work now,

they'll take my credit card and cut my phone.

How do I find work without a phone?

- For a payment schedule... - No, even the first payment's out.

You should've thought of that before beating your boyfriend up.

- I do everything right, but it's no use. - Not everything, no.

I'm sorry.

Why did you apologize?

He ran into you. Why did you apologize?

I dunno.

I work hard, I'm smart, why don't I get a chance?

- Some say chance has to be provoked. - Rich folks say that.

I'm busy now.

What'll happen if I don't pay? Help me, I'll do anything.

Do you have a car?

- Yeah... - Pick me up in an hour.

We'll go to my place.

No.

What are you doing here?

- Women stay behind the barrier. - Why?

- You said to fetch you in an hour. - Outside, I meant outside.

- Are you Jewish? - No.

So why go to a synagogue?

If anyone asks, say you don't know, as usual.

What's wrong?

CIVIL CODE

Take it, I have others.

No, thanks.

- I never read anyway. - Take it, ok.

You think life's unjust? Fine.

What fights injustice?

- Anger? - No.

This counters injustice. The Civil Code.

Know what the Civil Code is?

All the rules that make us free.

Free to work without being exploited. Free to go out unmolested.

There's this against injustice too.

The Declaration of Human Rights, 1789.

My salad isn't fresh, huh?

Why do I bother, with you just gawping at me? Come on.

I won't offer, you're driving.

I don't drink anyway.

You only like old stuff?

My wife was an antique dealer.

- Is that her? - Yes.

- Is she here? - No.

Is she back late?

Think I invited you here to chat?

You need money.

I need a driver for a month.

Until I get my car back.

1,500 a month, take it or leave it.

I'll take it, for sure.

You mean, under the table?

No, I'll declare you.

I've tempted fate enough.

Start tomorrow.

Alright.

Pick me up at 9.

Outside.

I don't want you turning up in my kitchen or elsewhere.

I promise you won't regret it.

- I'm chatty and always in a good mood. - Spare me the good mood.

- Alright. - Focus on being on time.

I love this coat. How much is it?

1,450 euros.

1,450? Fine, here you go.

Honey...

- What's that money? - Try knocking.

- I could've been naked. - Ok, but...

- What's that money? - Nothing.

It's not nothing. Money never is. It's work or trouble.

This smells of trouble.

- It's not your business. - It is.

I don't want dirty money here.

Your sister didn't respect me.

She brought dealers here. That's why I threw her out.

My sister, but your daughter first.

- Besides, she'll be back. - She'll be back?

When? December 25 with Santa?

She won't answer calls or emails.

The bed and these shitty posters...

Dump the lot, it's stifling in here.

On the Lips , a series of unusual questions.

Why do I live?

What lesson must I learn from life?

How did I become what I am

and why must I suffer for being like this?

Next time, it's him or me.

Sorry, I'll drop it off just after.

A neighbour without a car bought it online.

You should like it. It's a bookcase.

- Guess how much. - I don't care.

Ok, but how much?

...young men,

men, old men, fathers...

When do you feel those two notions

reach a form of symbiosis?

On a small scale, symbiosis...

What's funny?

"Symbiosis", what's that word?

- It means something? - Look it up.

I don't understand this.

The repair is 135 euros.

The price of your security and mine.

- Security is too much for the poor. - The law is the law.

- It's not pick and mix. - I've realized that.

- Why are you always angry? - We aren't all happy imbeciles like you.

- What's a happy imbecile? - Look it up.

It's me, I'm home.

Dad?

There you are.

- Where else would I be? - You haven't been in bed all day?

I don't know where my leg is.

It's here somewhere, it can't go anywhere alone.

- What did you eat? - Nothing. I wasn't hungry.

That's no good.

You took your meds?

Don't worry. I knocked myself out so I won't bother anyone.

Everyone's happy.

Your leg's right here.

Thanks.

Another docker got crushed. It was on the news.

- Is he dead? - No, just a wreck like me.

Alright, Dad.

Get up, wash and dress. I got sardines for dinner.

- What? You like sardines. - Yeah.

So we're happy.

I'm happy, but I'm not a sea lion, ok?

God, that dog stinks like crazy.

Sorry, I'll tell my neighbour.

But she can't take him to chemo with her.

The poor thing hates being alone and barks all day.

I should've made my dad take him.

Sorry.

You're always sorry.

It's good to apologize, to be humble and modest,

but modesty can make you mediocre.

Yes.

Even at the morgue, the stink isn't this bad.

By the way, I might be a bit late Friday.

I have a job interview.

- A job interview for? - A cannery.

- A Taste of Normandy . Know it? - No.

But if it's a problem on Friday, I can change it.

No, no problem.

You'll keep doing odd jobs?

Not much choice.

Did you watch Truffaut's movies?

No. Why?

That's what your boyfriend didn't like.

Your lack of curiosity.

- Did you look up "symbiosis"? - I forgot the word.

I should throw that mutt out!

Next left. We're not going to my place.

- Where then? - Drive, you'll see.

Can you pick me up here tomorrow?

Who's that?

Answer me, please.

- I don't believe it. You have someone. - None of your business.

You told me to be more curious.

See you tomorrow at 9 AM.

- Have a good evening. - You're dating, like.

And she's really beautiful.

- How do I get out? - Don't force it.

- What do I do then? - Do it gently.

Like that.

Alright then.

Have a good evening!

See that? He's got a woman.

I MISS YOU

Morning.

- Your place or the courthouse? - The courthouse.

Am I sinister?

Do you find me sinister?

Not sinister but...

you're no ray of sunshine either.

Ok. Come on, let's go.

It's a pity.

You had such symbiosis.

What's her name?

Evelyne.

Where did you meet her?

At the courthouse.

Let me guess. She's a judge. No, she's a lawyer.

When I met her, she was running a hotel.

Why was she in court?

She killed her husband.

Seriously?

She killed her husband?

I mean... Sorry...

But why?

He was violent with her.

Ok, so she had reasons.

Extenuating circumstances, let's say. That's why she only got 8 years.

And got out after 6.

- Did you judge her? - Yes.

How did you see her again? When she got released?

- We won't talk about it the whole way. - No.

But how did you see her again?

She had moved me. I wrote to her in prison.

- We wrote, she replied, and so on. - For 6 years?

That's so cute.

Why did you argue?

She'd like me to commit more, to move in with her,

and come home with a smile.

I'd do as she says.

Don't get her mad.

Are you busy tonight?

- What? - Nothing.

Want to go out Sunday? We could go to the semaphore.

You have to get out. You can't stay in all the time.

Let me live how I want.

You call it living?

Your dinner's in the microwave.

Banging an old guy pays well?

- What are you saying? - What I know.

- You know nothing. - People saw you in your car with him.

Stop listening to Radio Gutter.

Was that the money? Was that the money I saw?

Can you manage?

Yeah. But surimi is easier.

How do you judge people?

I don't ever judge people, just their acts.

- Is it tough? - Yes, it is.

Human beings can do remarkable things,

but I rarely see that.

For 40 years now, I see the horrors they can do.

Tons and tons of debris.

Murders, thefts, rape, incest...

I take that home every evening.

And, even wasted on whisky, the stench remains.

Know what my dad says? There are two kinds of justice.

The lawyers who know the law and ones who know the judge.

- Sorry. - That was Coluche.

Your dad pinched that from Coluche.

Maybe he did.

Some have power, money and contacts.

The others have nothing. They're just chapped.

Really chapped.

- What? - Chapped.

They're pissed off.

6 months for a bar of hash when others steal millions

and get nothing but a suspended sentence.

If they're tried.

Alright.

The poor are good and the rich evil. It's easier that way.

No, thank you. I'd like a Coke, please.

What? It's kind of true.

Beware of clichés.

"No pain, no gain." "No smoke without fire."

Try to think for yourself, believe me.

Take an interest, get some culture.

You think it's a matter of curiosity and willpower?

"Where there's a will, there's a way" is for rich folks too.

Curiosity and willpower aren't enough when you're poor.

Look at me.

I was great at school. Surprised, huh?

In primary school, I got top grades.

My dad called me "Miss Brains".

I know he was making fun, but it made me so proud.

I loved learning. I loved reading.

Then I went to a crap middle school,

Mum killed herself,

my sister began to screw up, Dad had his accident...

and I missed one turn, two, then ten.

I ended up in vocational school.

I never saw it coming. I didn't understand.

I went from reading The Famous Five to welding metal.

And now I'm 25 and too far behind.

Now, I just need...

to keep on going strong and bring in money.

At 25, it's over? At 25?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

You don't understand. That's normal.

I'd waste less time at the casino.

Losing money?

Simple joys. You're lucky. Winning or losing money.

- A nice pastime. - Excuse me!

Well?

Did you win?

The fun isn't winning.

I'd find it fun to win.

Don't write

I'm sad

And I'd like to fade away

A beautiful summer without you

Is like love without a flame

I have closed my embrace

That cannot reach you

And knocking upon my heart

Is like knocking on my tomb

Don't write

Let us learn to die only for ourselves

Ask only God

If I loved only you

- You're moved. - No.

You are, I can see it.

Just drive.

It means hearing heaven

Without ever ascending to it

Really, Your Honour, I don't know why I'm here.

You don't know? Shall I explain?

- This is your fourth trial for theft. - My third.

No, sorry, my fourth.

What should I think?

Should I be happy to see a customer return?

No, it wasn't me, Your Honour.

- Speak louder, please. - It wasn't me.

- It wasn't? - No, please believe me.

We have CCTV footage proving the contrary.

Don't trust it. Videos can be faked now.

Take super hero movies, it's crazy.

- It all looks real. - A sales assistant recognized you.

What? But I don't know her.

Who is she?

I don't know her. It's her word against mine.

Do you know what you risk?

5 years in jail and a 75,000 Euro fine.

And I'm doing you a favour.

- I'm ignoring the clash with the guard. - He called me names, Your Honour.

- What did he call you? - A thief.

Alright.

You just had a child?

Yes.

That's why.

Don't take his father away, Your Honour.

I didn't have a father.

I want another life for him.

Spare me the violins.

I lost my job, that's why.

No money's come in for three months now.

That's why. I had no choice.

I swear you won't see me again.

I have a job interview next week. With a private car hire firm.

Tuesday at 4:30 PM.

I bought a suit. I mean, that's my life now.

You don't pay 129 euros for a suit just to pretend to work.

No, you're really going to work.

You see what I mean?

All that's behind me now.

I was surprised to see you in court.

I was bored outside. I don't regret it. It was great.

I really liked it. It's so fascinating, like.

It's not entertainment, ok.

I was sure you'd convict him.

Yes, but I decided to trust him.

I can choose between the need to punish

and the wish to help.

That's awesome.

It's mostly tiring.

I could cry.

When I hear that guy saying, "I had no choice,"

I could cry.

But I don't cry.

Do you know why?

Because I take anti-depressants that stop me from crying.

I have what feels like a big sob stuck here for 20 years now.

What's wrong? Are you ok?

Tell me. Where does it hurt?

What's going on?

We'll go to the hospital.

Hang on. Breathe, it'll be ok.

Are you ok, Mr Doutremont?

Feeling better?

You had a cardiovascular syncope.

- Do you drink? - Not a lot, no.

You do though.

Water. The doctor means water.

Not much of that.

Dehydration can cause it, and alcohol too.

Have you suffered violent pain or emotional trauma recently?

Scares in the car, maybe, yes.

In any case, we'll do a full check-up. A Doppler ultrasound, an ECG...

I'll see you after all that.

I'll get the prescription.

For now, you can really thank your granddaughter.

You're lucky.

So many people are alone.

She's kind of weird, huh?

I'll pay you extra for all the hours spent here.

No, I did what I had to do.

I'm not going to make you pay.

- Will you be ok? - Yes.

Got a minute? I want to lend you something.

Not a book, ok. The other's no use. I'll bring it back.

No... You won't bring it back, you'll return it.

You only bring back living things.

- My book hasn't spoken to you? - God forbid!

Here.

JULES AND JIM.

You'll learn a bit about François Truffaut.

Black and white?

Watch it. I want it back. It was my wife's favourite.

She died of a ruptured aneurysm.

She was expecting our baby.

That's why I go to the synagogue.

To think of them.

Judith was Jewish. They were both buried in Rennes.

That's too far away.

So I go to the synagogue here to think of them.

She was tiny.

With a beautiful face.

And laughing eyes.

She played everything down. And she mocked my principles.

She was like a cool shower for me.

The day she died,

my phone was off.

I was on a big case, I didn't want to be disturbed.

And, well, she died without disturbing me.

You couldn't have known.

No.

But I blame myself anyway.

You shouldn't drink.

Did she try to call me that day?

Could I have done anything?

For 20 years, I've wondered, "If only I saw my phone was off,

If only I saw this or that..."

Saws cut wood.

- Saws, the tool... - I understood.

What I mean is...

You can't know, so don't make yourself suffer.

- Want some? - Please.

Listening to myself...

That's enough, thanks.

Listening to myself,

I think it's time I stopped cutting wood.

20 years of cutting it.

That's a lot of logs.

- What's that? - Jules and Jim.

An old film by François Truffaut.

Their first kiss lasted all night. They didn't speak...

A change from Survivor .

- Do you know it? - No, I don't think so.

We can put the news on. I'll watch it later.

No, carry on, but does it last much longer?

I don't think so.

Your improvised bedroom.

- You like it? - Actually, yes.

Watch with me, it's cool.

- Want the story? - No, carry on, Miss Brains.

This part is a real jumble, but we have no choice.

What's behind it?

Sabine and Mathilde's room.

The bed isn't too bad.

Come and sit near me.

I love the nape of your neck.

It was all I could look at unnoticed.

Here.

A full range of tests. As if I had nothing better to do.

- They're important. - Who for?

It's my health, I'm not under guardianship yet.

By the way, they took me on trial.

For?

The cannery. I begin on the 2nd.

I have to eat.

There's no other way?

No, there isn't. We're a generation of no-hopers, ok?

- Finding work isn't easy. - A generation of no-hopers?

Of sheep, more like!

Who piss where they're told. Who think when they're told.

- No, loads of people... - Like hell.

Take you, you're lively, smart...

You should succeed, but no.

You move through life like a part on a conveyor belt.

- That's too easy... - Listen to me, find your motivation.

For fuck's sake!

Stop grazing, head down. Look up and jump over the fence!

Stop here, I'll walk the rest.

No, we're 10 minutes from the hospital.

I get it. No need to...

We're nearing Alexandre Moreno's neighbourhood

and I issued the ruling banning you from it.

I can cross it by car.

- No. - I'm with you.

They're called laws.

And laws set limits. Let me out here.

You set this limit on yourself, like all the others.

- I'll see you here in two hours. - Alright. Go on, don't be late.

Gently, I told you.

There.

Bravo!

Very clever, running just before an ECG!

- Sorry, it took longer than planned. - No, that's ok.

Where to? Evelyne's place or yours?

My place.

Evelyne doesn't want to see me again.

And? You accept that? You won't fight for her?

You'll just let her leave your life?

Organize a little surprise. I dunno, a romantic weekend away.

A romantic weekend?

What a load of crap.

She finds you sinister, so sort it out.

She asked me not to call her again.

She needs "some air".

Know what air Evelyne needs? Flower-scented air.

What? No, drive.

Trust me. Girls are the one thing I know.

No way.

I can't turn up at her place like that. No.

She's sick of holding the maracas.

She wants you to show a little fantasy.

Buy some flowers and I'll drive you there.

Forget it. Drive.

Marie-Line, drive!

Are you crazy?

Ok, you win.

Go for it, and shake those maracas.

To think she killed her husband...

- Very encouraging. - Yeah, sorry.

- Maybe not the thing to say. - Maybe not.

Sorry.

Good luck.

My darling mum...

That's her.

- She's beautiful. - Yeah.

Thanks, sis.

Not drinking?

Know why I'm here?

- Yeah. - What's that?

Thanks, honey.

So, your friend, she's a Cossack?

Kazakh.

From Kazakhstan.

Ok. Same difference, right?

- No. - There's no...

- No. - Ok.

What do I know?

What's your name again?

Go on, honey.

- Gaya. - Gala.

Okay.

So what do you do?

To make a living?

- We're in trade. - Transport.

Yeah, transport.

What's up, Liline?

Go on, laugh.

You've become sad. That's it...

You're like this place.

No need to come back to talk like that.

- Gimme a break. - Stop!

This place isn't exactly Ibiza, right?

Maybe not, but it's my place.

It's mine and it'll never be yours!

So I should leg it?

Too late for you now.

C'mon, I'm kidding.

I'd like to see you...

You'd like to see me?

See me where? See me in the shit like you?

You haven't changed.

Still rubbing our noses in it.

- I don't know what you mean. - You don't?

- Cut it out! - What do I do?

Always saying it's not for us,

that we weren't born right, we weren't up to it.

Isn't that what you said?

No, he's a nice man. Fuck...

See, Gaya,

that's why I didn't want to come.

- That's enough. - It was her.

She insisted.

You can thank her.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

- I've heard enough. - See you.

Who's this Alexandre guy?

Love isn't the movies you've seen. Who gives a shit?

Love is when you're under his skin, period.

Maybe I wasn't under his skin.

- What are you looking at? - Nothing.

The money interests you, huh?

With us, you'll move up in the world.

You've no idea what two chicks can carry.

So three...

We're here to pick up dope to take to Barcelona.

- That's why you're in Le Havre? - Yeah. Why?

Here we go, Joe!

You'll see.

Barcelona will be awesome.

Cerveza on the beach!

Easy living in the sun.

We'll hide out there until they forget us here.

- What about Dad? - Forget him.

He can manage on his own.

That'll make him move a bit.

Can we go after 10 AM tomorrow,

so I can see the judge? Gimme a break with your judge!

What's the big deal? You sleep with him?

No, but...

He's a decent guy...

A decent guy? He's a judge! What's up with you?

It's just...

What's his name?

What's his name?

Gilles Doutremont.

Shit! Are you listening?

"Judge Gilles Doutremont..." This is him?

"Judge Gilles Doutremont in a car crash.

He had a BAC of .232% when he hit the other car."

A decent guy.

Maybe he even killed the guy.

Did he tell you?

About that accident?

Of course not. I bet he lectures to you too.

That's what words are for.

They fuck up your mind.

Shame has to change sides.

You understand?

Alexandre!

- Come down! - Come down, you mutt!

- I can't be here. - We say you can.

We'll come and get you!

- I'll end up in jail. - Jail?

They won't catch you with us.

- Alexandre! - Come down!

Come on!

Moreno!

Come down here!

Come on, we're wasting time here!

Shit, he's a slow one.

I'm gonna get him.

Shit...

C'mon, hurry it up, apologize.

- For what? - Disrespecting my sister.

You've no right to be here.

If I apologize, I'll press charges.

See my girlfriend?

- When she gets angry... - Blood flows!

Well then?

It was serious.

I hit my head hard.

Poor dear!

How's your head?

How many fingers?

Well?

Ok, I'll apologize. Alone with Marie-Line.

- Hurry, cos we're busy. - I won't be long.

We're in a hurry.

- This is bad. - I'll beat him up.

You could be jailed.

I watched Jules and Jim.

- Did you like it? - Well, yeah...

At first, I found it a bit old-fashioned. But it isn't.

- Yeah, you see. - It's wild.

And that chick...

- Hurry. - She's a queen.

She's amazing, she's strong.

None of her feelings shame her. It's wild.

A bit like you.

- Don't take all night. - I'm coming.

I've missed you.

Don't make fun.

I mean it, really.

Will you fucking apologize?

- What a joker. - Apologize, so we can go.

- I apologize. - Thank you.

What?

- I apologize. - There you go!

See, it didn't kill you.

Come on, let's go.

Bye!

Stay outta trouble.

Move it.

We can't leave like this, I'll forget stuff.

Yeah, your shitty life. Come on.

What's she doing?

Gaya!

Fuck, we're running late.

Civil Code to wipe our asses. Very handy.

No, that's mine. It's mine.

Don't worry, Liline. We'll keep you in the rear-view mirror.

ANOTHER TRUFFAUT MOVIE, TONIGHT, AT MY PLACE?

We're off, pissy missy!

Liline!

Liline!

- You know this is forbidden? - I know.

Good morning.

- Sorry, I'm a bit late. - It happens.

What's my buddy doing here?

He's my buddy too.

- Did it go well? - Very well.

We talked a lot and...

that was good.

Then we stopped talking...

and that was good too.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

- Let's castigate prejudices! - "Castigate"?

I'll look it up.

What are you doing today?

- I'm working. - Yes, of course.

- In court or at your office? - At my office.

Can I come?

I'll say you're an intern.

Since they separated, my client feels under surveillance.

No, it's more than a feeling.

He traces my phone, calls my colleagues...

You're never where you say you are.

You don't need to know.

Your Honour, my client doesn't have to report to...

That's enough! Stop!

You haven't once referred to the reason why you're here.

Maëlle, does that ring a bell? A 6-year-old girl?

- My client refuses joint custody. - Mine too.

So we put Maëlle on a leash and tie her to a tree by the motorway?

Your Honour, my client is on the road all day.

I get home at 9 PM. At weekends, I have trade fairs.

Trade fairs...

You call them fairs. I can't have her.

- Why not? - I blow a fuse sometimes.

He just doesn't want her.

You can get assistance for problems. But you're still parents.

You can't put children in care when you feel like it.

That's not how it works!

It's not that we don't want her.

Either I decide which one is best suited to look after Maëlle,

or I decide neither one is,

and it's foster care.

I have the means for that.

So I can decide.

I do that all day long.

But it's your life, your daughter, your stability.

I find it hard to believe you can't talk like adults and get along

concerning something as precious as a child. Am I wrong?

Find a solution.

It will be good as you'll take it together calmly, and you'll be proud of it.

I know you're still capable of that.

At the end, I thought they'd get back together. Didn't you?

I thought judges punished people, but you help them.

I mean, that little girl... She doesn't know how much she owes you.

Yeah...

We're going to be late.

The paella I ordered for Evelyne as a surprise will get there first.

Paella?

- Yes. - Seriously?

You're clearly a beginner at romance.

What? She loves it.

By the way, I was wondering...

How can I be like you?

- Like me? - Well, I dunno...

Work in law, like.

First, you need to do a legal studies diploma.

That takes two years.

But, careful, not serving coffee and helping out.

Two years, nose to the grindstone.

- Ok, and... can I work after? - No.

That's just the beginning.

You go to law school for four years, then sit the magistrates' school exam.

If you pass, it's two more years.

- Wow, that long. - Yes, that long.

What? You think I couldn't do it?

I'm not saying that. I'm just saying it's difficult.

You tell me to move, but then you slam me.

I'm not slamming you.

I'm just explaining it's eight years' study at least.

Are you ready for that?

I don't know, but it's your fault too.

Your job sounds so great. I like the idea.

I want to take care of people.

Take care of yourself first.

Ok, fine, so the idea is, "Look up, jump over the fence."

But to do what?

To be a checkout girl or a hospital auxiliary?

A secretary? Careful, you have to study for that too.

- I aim too high? - I didn't say that.

We'll never make it now.

Of course we'll make it.

Think positive. I'm nearly done.

Marie-Line!

- That's right, isn't it, Marie-Line? - Yes.

Hello, I'm Evelyne.

Come in for a drink.

Is he hiding you or me?

Neither one!

I'm sorry,

I can't right now.

Don't upset her, ok?

Come on.

Here we are.

- Here. - Thank you.

It's lovely here, ma'am.

Please, be less formal or I'll need to get a facelift.

Please, don't do that.

It makes women look like burn victims.

- I see why you're fond of her. - I never said I was.

Looks like you did. Too late now, it's on my CV.

Great, that's a second line.

Ignore him, he adores you. Right, Gilou?

Gilou?

Gilou is so cute.

- So... you run a hotel? - I used to.

But I had to sell it.

Gilles told you my story?

- Yes. - So there you go.

You know news travels fast in Le Havre.

Even my son won't speak to me.

It's simple, when I left prison, the only one waiting was Gilles.

Know what he said to me that day?

Come on, Vivi, spare her, please.

But I want to know.

Go on then.

Well, when...

When I saw him there, I asked, "What will people say?"

Know what he said?

He replied, "They'll probably say you're too beautiful for me."

And then he added, "Who cares what people say?"

And he took my hand.

Yeah?

Gilou, like.

Who's that?

No idea.

- Go and see. - Yes, but it's odd.

Get ready to discover the erotic power of paella.

Have a good evening.

It's a paella.

I know.

- I love it. - I know.

I'll warm it up.

Well?

You'll be proud of me.

Proud of you? What for?

I made a big decision about my future.

You're mending your wiper?

No, well, yes... but that's not what I meant.

Don't laugh, promise.

Try me.

It may be my biggest decision ever.

Stop.

- Let me explain... - Stop!

- Can I at least explain? - There's no need.

I see why things never work for you.

You can't get out here.

Betraying me is ok, but you betrayed yourself!

You went back to get humiliated like some innocent sheep.

Know what you risk for a bit of sex?

- It's not sex. - He's chasing you now?

Run and I follow, is that it?

I'll help you save some time.

- It'll end in tears or in blood. - What about car accidents?

It's easy to judge.

Get out of my life, okay!

It's easy to judge,

but I don't drive drunk and put fathers in the hospital!

I don't pretend my car's being repaired!

It could do with it though.

How do you hope to study law if you can't abide by laws?

You'll see, I'll get out of my sheep pen!

No, I'll get out!

- What're you doing? - Filming you.

Aren't you sick of it?

Say you're leaving.

What for?

The moment's so beautiful.

I set sail on Saturday.

- Where? - On a cargo ship.

- What'll you do on it? - I'm going to focus.

I was hired as a cook, for lunch or dinner.

Lots of free time.

I'll spend that time in my cabin.

What'll you do there?

I'm going to study. That's all I can do.

You're leaving to learn.

I'm leaving to learn.

I've talked of Paris for years, but...

You're right, it's all hot air.

No... I didn't mean that.

As a kid, I hated going away.

Even holidays were tricky.

I need my bearings, see.

Otherwise, I get stressed out and worried.

That's why I love movies.

I travel on my couch. I feel good. It's ideal for me.

Don't exaggerate.

You go as far as the cinema.

What if I asked you to stay?

With me.

Don't ask me, please.

What about my leg?

Dad, give your leg a rest.

It was tough at first, ok, but not now. Put it on, take it off.

- It's easy. - You don't get it.

I'll die when you're at sea.

- In fact, I'll kill myself. - Know what, Dad? It's your life.

Ok, fine, get lost.

- Can I take Mum's photo? - Yes.

If you leave, don't bother coming back.

Marie-Line, I'm warning you.

If you leave, don't bother coming back!

You have your meds. All you need is willpower.

Three times a day, morning, noon and evening.

You're already out.

Just 400 metres to a shop.

You can do it. I have to go.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

Can we talk?

- It's all said. - No, please.

- I'll buy you a drink. - No.

Please, I'm leaving Le Havre.

I can't leave with "a turd in my heart".

What's that?

A Quebec expression from the radio. I knew you'd like it.

You have to leave me now.

Come on, please. Just one drink.

Not as a judge, as a drunk.

You want to study?

Yeah.

You're leaving to study?

Well, yeah.

To study what?

What do you think?

Justice counters injustice.

But I'm going to need you.

I'll need to email you 24/7 with all my questions.

Fancy. And in return?

When we dock here, I'll drive you.

I have my driving test this week.

- And I'll sell my car. - Sell it?

Or give it away.

You'll need to be pretty convincing.

You'll drive and I'll keep you company.

Why not?

Was it a boy or a girl?

The child you lost.

A boy or a girl?

A girl.

Going to Evelyne's?

Yes.

Are you going to live together?

Hold on, I'm still learning the maracas.

Want a lift? I choose the radio station.

No, spare me.

Something really gangsta like Kalash.

- I don't know him. - Look him up.