Original subtitles

There, a man named Azlan from the nest

will be waiting for us with a boat.

We have searched all night.

Where would he go?

Daryl.

Go.

She's gone, Quinn. For good.

Women need a damn good reason\Nto come back.

And sometimes, we need a damn\Ngood reason to stay.

♪ On dit qu'au-delà des mers ♪

♪ Là-bas sous le ciel clair ♪

♪ Il existe une cité ♪

♪ Au séjour enchanté ♪

♪ Et sous les grands arbres noirs ♪

I will be strong, Issa. I promise.

But you must be strong, too.

♪ Mon espoir ♪

♪ J'ai deux amours ♪

What's it like at the Nest?

It's a special place.

A home for the soul.

But he's gonna be safe?

I'm afraid those nuns raised him\Na little... a little soft.

He'll be well looked after.

Nurtured and groomed...

to be the leader he's destined to be.

Right.

Are you a Christian, brother?

No. They kicked me out of Sunday school.

In the Bible, Abram becomes a pilgrim

after the Lord tells him,

"Go from your country and your kindred

and your father's house

to the land that I will show you".

I'm guessing Abram\Ndidn't end up in France.

No. But I'm curious...

How did you end up here,\Nso far from home?

Hey.

Need help, friend?

No, I'm good.

Where you headed?

Headed home.

On a bike with no fuel, huh?

You got some to spare?

Well, depends.

You any good with that thing?

Alright. Just, uh, grab a seat anywhere.

We'll get started in a few.

Alright.

Pretty.

She your girl?

Sure is.

Maybe I'll give her a call\Nwhen we're done here.

Okay. Circle up! Circle up, people!

Come on! Circle up!\NTime is money! Chop, chop!

Come on, people! Let's go, let's go!

Ground rules, fellas.

Fighting will not be tolerated.

Same goes for stealing\Nor sexual deviancy of any kind.

Keep your shit together.

No children will be accepted,\Nnor elderly or shorties.

Five foot, four inches is the cut-off.

What do you want 'em for anyway?

This is not your concern.

One pint of ethanol per head\Nis all you need to know.

What? No. We were told a quart.

Well, I'm telling you\Nthat's not what it is.

Yeah, but...

A quart for the fresh ones, okay?

That's more like it.

Alright. Back wall. Take what you need.

Wheels up in five.

I'm kinda thinking our chances\Nmay be better in numbers,

so if anybody wants to team up,\NI'm open to it.

I'll have my assistant call you.

We got all the guys we need.

Anyone?

I'm sure however\Nyou got here, it was hard.

I fear your journey home\Nmay be even harder.

How much further?

About 200 kilometers.

In American, it's about 124 miles.

Alright.

♪ J'ai deux amours ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Mon pays et Paris ♪

Let's go, you idiots. Come this way...

No, no. In the party room.

Get over here!

Alright. That's five.\NAnd that one's fresh.

Can't be more than a few months turnt.

Got it. Okay.

Hurry up.

Holy shit. Look at this guy.

Not bad, friend.

Should be better tomorrow.

That's really something.\NYeah, I had a few, you know.

Stopped to fill my canteen.

Damn if they didn't get away somehow.

That's a tough break.

Right. Tough break.

Look, mister, you, uh...

you think you could give me\Na few pointers?

Yeah. Yeah. Go home to your girl.

Yeah.

I'm trying, but I can't\Nreally go back empty-handed.

Maybe you could use a partner.

To help out, you know? For a cut.

Done.

Do I look like I need help?

Still here.

You got a date?

Almost time for prayer.

Allah keeps us on a tight schedule.

Daryl!

Daryl!

Look what I caught.

Oh, wow. Look at you\Ngetting the hang of it.

- He's a beauty, isn't he?\N- Yeah, he is.

Grab your knife.\NI'll show you how to gut him.

- Gut him?\N- Yeah, we wanna eat him.

You didn't think we were\Ndoing this for fun, did you?

I can't eat animals.\NI made a promise to God.

I think God will understand.

He's right, Laurent.

It's allowed when\Nthere is no other option.

You ain't at the abbey anymore.

You gotta learn how\Nto take care of yourself.

I miss Issa.

We all got people we miss.

What people do you have?

I have friends.

You know my friends,\Nbut I don't know about yours.

It's not fair.

Life's not fair.

Ask the fish.

Alright. Uh, let's see.

There's Judith and RJ.\NThey're kids, like you.

Uh, there's Connie, Ezekiel.

There's a lady named Carol.

They sound nice.

Yeah. How do you know?

You miss Issa, too. I can tell.

See? Didn't feel a thing.

Not to worry.\NWe'll all be together again.

Bonjour, Madame Isabelle.

Bonjour, ma chérie. Ca va?

Marie makes the most\Nwonderful patisseries.

She will fetch you anything you want.

See what I left for you?

Got a warehouse full of things.

You can go there anytime\Nyou want, take your pick.

It's not for me.

You're just being contrary.

Must be the drugs.

I wanted to let you rest\Nwhile I took care of business.

So I could prove to you that\NI was gonna keep my promise.

Have you?

I've just been with a couple\Nof Pouvoir blokes.

They assured me that Laurent\Nmade it out of the city.

He's headed north now with your, um...

American friend.

It's what you wanted. So...

How long's it gonna take?

For what?

For you to see me different.

Want me again.

Everything happens for a reason.

Isn't that what God's all about?

God loves the sinner.

So there's hope for me, then?

I've locked that part of myself away...

a long time ago.

I...

I need to pray on it.

Alright. Gonna go through the\Ntail and out through the mo...

Hey. Through the tail, out\Nthrough the mouth, alright?

Have you ever read the Quran?

- No.\N- I have.

It's interesting that there are\Nmany different names

- but only one God.\N- Hm.

Who do you pray to?

I don't.

Then what do you believe in?

Hm, pulling my own weight. Alright.

In through the tail, out\Nthrough the mouth, like that.

Got it? Alright?

Alright. Here. You try.

I don't want to.

Sometimes you gotta do things\Nyou don't want to do.

Sometimes you don't have a choice.

Dear Lord, I ask that you

look over Judith and RJ in America...

as well as Carol, Connie, and Ezekiel.

I put them in my prayers

'cause Daryl doesn't know how to pray...

I think you're the only one I know

that still uses one of those.

It saved my life.

What, did it stop a bullet or something?

Something like that, yes.

So, I heard Le Havre is the only place

you can find something still floating.

Unfortunately, Genet controls\Nthe port in Le Havre.

Figures.

But our leader, Losang,

will help you secure a boat home.

A lone wolf who only wants\Nto get back to his pack.

I made a promise.

There are times when even\Na man's promise gets overwhelmed

by a connection to other people\Nor a larger cause.

You know, when a man dies\Nin someone else's war,

it's his kids that suffer.

That gets passed down to their kids.

After a while, no one even\Nremembers what the "cause" was.

The causes were...\Nnever really my thing.

When I first got to the Nest,

I had just lost my wife and son.

All I wanted to do was die.

Losang asked me to fix this watch,

told me how important it was.

I worked on it, day and night,\Nfor months.

And when I finally got it running,

he told me it didn't matter anymore.

Because I had found a reason to live.

... you'll continue on our journey.

Please, Lord, let me be strong...

like Daryl is strong.

Looks like you when you was 17.

You need any help, mister?

I'm not looking for a handout.

Hear that? Juno's a "mister" now.

I'll do anything you need.

Anything?

No. Easy, mister.

Remember what he said\Nabout sexual deviance.

He's kidding. He's kidding.\NHe's kidding.

Alright. Look, kid.

You chop some more firewood,

keep this rollin' while\Nwe rest the night, and...

I'll consider letting you come along.

Cool?

Why does he look so confused?

He's scared. I think you scared him.

Hi. Come here. Give me that.

Alright. Follow through.

There. You try.

Yeah. Thanks.

Alright. So what are you doing out here?

I'm from just outside Freeport,\Na couple miles up the road.

My girl... her father\Npractically keeps her prisoner.

I promised I'd take her far away,

so I can't go back without any fuel.

Where's "far away"?

California. I hear it's better there.

You can't believe everything you hear.

It's gotta be better than this, right?

Yeah.

Remember. Follow through.

Follow the grain.

Thanks!

- Over there, please, Marie.\N- Certainly, sir.

- Oh. Hello, Miss Valery.\N- Hello, Marie.

Where's Monsieur Quinn?

- I'm afraid he's busy.\N- I can wait.

No, but he's busy for the evening.

I know I've made mistakes.

But everything is different now.

I can be a better man for you.

Mm.

After all...

Abraham sacrificed his only son.

But Isaac was saved.

And in the end, Abraham was redeemed.

I believe in redemption.

And I know you do, too.

I'm sorry.

It's been so long.

It's okay. It's okay. You're not ready.

I can be patient.

It's just you and me now.

We've got all the time in the world.

Message received. Over.

Standing by. Over.

I hope they find your friend quick.

The connection usually\Nonly lasts a few minutes,

and we've already been\Nat this for a while.

You read me? Over.

Told you.

Alright.

Come on, Bessy.

Hello. Are you there?

Hello! Hey! It's me!

Daryl. Are you okay?

Yeah, well, I have a radio here.\NI thought, what the hell?

How you doing?

Where's there?

I'm in Maine, by the coast.

Everything good there?

Yeah, you know, pretty quiet here.

Quiet's good. You okay?

Yeah. Just takes some\Ngetting used to, that's all.

You sure you're okay?

You never have to worry about me, Daryl.

How is it out there?

I'll tell you all about it\Nwhen I see you.

I'm just gathering up some fuel.\NI'll be there in about a week.

I promise.

Copy that.

- Hey, Daryl.\N- Yeah.

... came back.

Who came back?

Carol. Who came back?

Carol?

Stay here.

Over here. Daryl.

One got away from me.

I took care of it.

I slipped fighting them off.

I think something pierced my back.

I can't seem to move.

No.

I'm covered in their blood.

Don't touch me.

All those years of training,

and I'm done in by a telephone pole.

It's a tough break.

At least we know God\Nhas a sense of humor.

My father worked for the phone company

all his life.

I'll get you some water.

Save it.

Just get the boy to the Nest.

Open it.

Follow the river.

You'll find it.

And beware of telephone poles.

I'm at peace, Monsieur Dixon.

The boy is in good hands.

And I'm facing east.

Here.

Use my knife to do it.

Alright.

Come on.

Alright, then. We should get going.

- Come on.\N- I can carry it myself.

Alright.

Let's go.

Where's the boat?!

Fuck!

Did you do this?

Hm?

Did you do this?!

Give me the knife.

Is this what you used?

Why would you do this?!

Why?!

How the hell are we\Nsupposed to get there now?!

You stupid little shit!\NDo you know what you've done?!

You think you're so goddamn smart!

Worthless!

I should've left you\Nright where I found you!

What do I do with you now?!

I wanna know why.

Why would you do this?

Why?! Tell me why!

Everyone I care about is gone.

When we get to the Nest, you'll go, too.

I don't want to be alone.

Yeah. Come here. I didn't mean it.

It's gonna be alright.

It's alright.

Come on.

Don't worry. I bet there's gonna be

a whole bunch of good people\Nat the Nest.

How do you know? They could be mean.

Azlan was from the Nest. He wasn't mean.

Why can't I come with you?

You just can't.

But why?

I told Isabelle I'd drop you off\Nat the Nest.

She'll come looking for you there.

But I can help you.

I promise to do whatever you say.

You'll only have to show me things once.

It ain't about that.

What's it about?

Shh.

We gotta go. Come on. Let's go.

- My stuff!\N- Leave it.

It must have opened. I'm sorry.

It's gonna be fine.\NDon't worry about it.

- Hurry up.\N- Come on, pretty.

What the fuck happened?

How the hell should I know?\NWe found him out there.

You found him like that?

Guess we lucked out.

He's got rope burns on his neck.

A quart's a quart, you prick.

You know, you snooze, you lose.

Stop fighting! Right now! Stop it!

- Stop it!\N- I told you, no fighting!

Stop it.

- Alright. Get 'em out!\N- Come on!

- Out!\N- He killed him!

- You know the rules! Out!\N- Grady.

- Grady and Juno.\N- Move.

Alright, alright, alright.

I need you to follow the river\Nuntil you find this place.

What will you do?

Don't worry about me.

I'll be right behind you. Take it.

Take it.

I can't go on my own.

You said you would do\Neverything I tell you, right?

I'm telling you. Go.

Go!

No comprende.

He ask where the boy is.

Boy? What boy?

Take your eyes out if you don't talk.

Where's the boy hiding?

Fuck you.

Did you steal it?

When you left Paris,\Nyou could walk into any shop

on Place Vendôme and\Ngrab handfuls of stuff.

I got this for you.

I didn't think it'd be 12 years\Ntill I gave it to you.

I have to go out for a while,\Nbut I will be back.

Where are you going?

Madame Genet has invited me

to a gathering at Maison Mère.

She calls it "De Gualle Day".

She considers you a friend?

She needs people like me,

that can get their hands on things.

I've been thinking about what you said.

About going back to...\Nthe way things used to be.

You can't move forward\Nif you're looking back.

Let's start over.

Poor Joan.

Guess God told her to slay the munchers.

A real card, you know,\Nold General De Gualle.

He used to say, "How am I\Nsupposed to govern a country

that's got 246 varieties of cheese?"

Monsieur Quinn.

Aces. I brought the primo stuff.

Monsieur Quinn! Aidez moi...

Monsieur Quinn!

- Bonjour.\N- Bonjour.

Introduce me to your friend.

Madame Genet, this is,\Nuh, Isabelle Carriere.

Enchantée.

My apologies.

One of my Guerriers\Ncharged with securing the city,

he accepted an...\NHow do you call it in English?

Un pot de vin?

Bribe.

Precisement. A bribe.

To allow people out\Nwe wanted to keep in.

Should have done his job.

If you please.

You've disappointed me.

Didn't we have an agreement?

You've got no idea what you've done.

I can explain this.

- Really?\N- Yeah.

Well, I'll give you time\Nto gather your thoughts.

- Hey. Whoa.\N- Get your hands up.

Hang on a sec! Wait! Hey! Wait.

You need me. What are you...

Get your fucking hands off me.

Come on, dear.

Come on.

Sorry.

Issa.

D'accord?

You know, I held up my end of things.

And if you'd had done your part,\Nnone of this would be happening.

You American ponce.

You best sleep with one eye open...

Let's go.

You gotta be kidding me.

No, man. We can't go in there.

Hey, I think we gotta fight this\Nor we're gonna die.

- Fuck yourself!\N- Hey!

Where are we going?!

Where is this boat going,\Nyou son of a bitch?!

Tell me!

Merci.

I'm talking to you!\NWhere are you taking us?!

No, no, no, no!

No! No! No!

Please! No!

Let me go! No!

Please don't do this! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No! No, I don't want to do this. No!

No!

Dixon. You come.

- Where we going?\N- Lunchtime.

Help!

Get in here!

Come on, you lazy bastard!

Get him out! He's puking blood!

If he dies in here, he's gonna turn!

Hey!

You did it.

You son of a bitch! You did it!

Well, this ain't good.

♪ Allons enfant de la patrie ♪

♪ Le jour de gloire est arrivé ♪

♪ Contre nous de la tyrannie ♪

♪ L'étendard sanglant est levé ♪

Come on. Help me get this down.

♪ Aux armes, citoyens ♪

♪ Formez vos bataillons ♪

♪ Marchons, marchons ♪

♪ Qu'un sang impur ♪

♪ Abreuve nos sillons ♪

Vive la France!

Vive la France!

Hurry up!

You think I look like a fast reader?!

Come on!

- Hurry up!\N- I'm trying!

Now this one's climbing!

Dixon! Dixon! Today, you die...

for my brother!

Dixon! Today you die!

Any idea where they are?

Cellblocks, I think.\NI know how to get there.

Sometimes you have to\Ndo horrible things,

No matter how bad you feel.\NGod will forgive you.