Original subtitles

Based on real events

1985

Grab the Arab. I'll get the fag!

So, you little fag...

Where can you go now?

What'll you do now?

You made me run. Why did you make me run?

Shut up, dirty Ay-rab!

- Where's the other fucker? - He got away.

Fuck.

"Don't touch my pal" - what a shitty motto!

Look. I'm touching you, aren't I?

I'm touching you! Where's your pal now?

Stop it. We've done nothing to you!

Shut your mouth, you fucking Arab!

Look at this pile of shit.

This is France. Do you understand?

France is no place for fags, Arabs and commies.

Go tell your little friends. France belongs to us.

Let's get outta here.

Down, Grand-Guy, down!

Come here.

Look at that.

Fucker!

Fuckin' Mandela!

- I'm sorry. - Watch where you're going.

He walks straight into me. What d'ya want?

- Hey, Malcolm X. - Black power!

Get down! Down!

On the ground!

Here's your glasses.

Take 'em and stick 'em up your ass!

- Up your ass! - Now scram.

Scram!

I'll smash your face in.

Hi, folks!

'Evening!

Innkeeper, 3 beers!

Look, guys...

The beer's on me. Drink it and be on your way.

- I want no trouble. - Is this the Salvation Army?

Just go.

We'll go when we feel like it.

Can't we have a quiet beer here?

- Are those Ay-rabs your family? - They're customers.

Drink up. Look, there's no problem.

Yeah, there's no problem.

You speak French here, OK? Stand up, you.

Take your hat off.

Up against the wall.

We'll teach 'em a song we like. Hands on hearts.

Look proud. Grand-Guy...

Arise, children of... Come on.

Arise, children of the Fatherland

Marco!

What'll you do now? Cut my throat?

Shut your mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth!

Want me to kill ya?

- Stop it! - Want me to kill ya?

Marc!

What?

What?

- Marc! - What?

Fuck, you're drunk again.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Dad!

Don't just fuckin' stand there! Get a towel.

Where are you going?

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you wasted?

Fuckin' beat it!

- You a fag or what? - He's no bother.

He is to me.

- You're no fun. - No, I'm not.

1988

Stand down, Mitterrand

Socialism = Defeat

Hey, Grand-Guy...

- Give us a hand. - There's only 3 to put up.

Want me to help you piss?

Pain in the ass!

Marvin!

You're dead!

Come on, you bastard!

Want some more?

You little commie, come to Daddy!

This is our patch, d'ya understand?

Tell Zipper we ain't gonna give up. You won't have a patch soon!

You're dead, you Nazis!

Beat it or I'll kill ya!

Victory!

We gotta get outta here now.

Move it, Marvin.

- Don't we finish up? - They'll do it tonight.

Take the stuff.

Ow, fuck!

Were they the Archangel guys?

I don't think so.

That black bastard is Mamath's kid brother, I think.

Are you sure?

Don't you listen? I said I wasn't sure.

Calm down, guys.

Put your lights on!

- Hey, Grand-Guy. - Hi.

- What happened? - The Reds got us.

We beat the fuckers up!

- You OK? - Yeah.

- Who did it? - Reds.

- Yeah, but who? - Fuckin' Reds!

- You're bleeding. - Fuck, I know!

The punks have showed up. Come on!

Sonovabitch!

Beat him up, beat him up!

Fuckin' Nazis!

Jean-Mi!

Fuck off, you!

I'll kill ya!

Zipper!

Fuckin' skins!

Call an ambulance! Quick!

Look at me, look at me!

Hey, Zipper!

His mother won't let him live with me. She says I'm too old for him.

She's right, you are!

Maybe in 20 years' time, but who cares now?

I'll be dead by then.

Don't talk crap.

Do you want to come live with me?

I live above you.

I mean, really live with me.

What about Marvin?

- How'd he take it? - Badly.

He's so jealous.

You're a real pest!

Behave. No.

Hold him tight Dirty, salty kisses

Falling onto the bed It's a first

He loves madly In slow motion

He breaks taboos

- Stop it. - Are you hard?

- Go. - Why?

- Meet you at Zipper's. - Why?

Do as I say.

Look who it is.

What do you want?

- Not so brave on your own! - I'm not on my own.

What's the problem? That little whore? Is she your chick?

- Not now... - I'd love to fuck that little bitch.

Or does she prefer being screwed by Nazis like you?

We don't want you lot. You don't deserve to be called skinheads.

- You finished? - We'll never have finished with you!

- We'll do this some other time. - Stay here, bastard!

- Stop it. - Stay here, fucker!

What do you want?

What do you want?

Is that what you want, you fucker?

Police! Freeze!

Freeze.

Get in.

Sit here.

Sit down and take off your shoes.

Is he dead?

No.

You're lucky.

But you beat him up badly.

He started it.

What the hell do I care?

Can I have a drink?

Are you a butcher's apprentice?

OK...

What are you? What kind of skinhead?

Which gang? Nazis or reds?

We have better things to do

than deal with assholes like you, so what are you?

Who's she?

Do you know her?

Is she your girlfriend?

Did you fight over her?

What's your problem?

What're you looking at?

What?

Don't look at me! Fucker!

What're you looking at?

Look at your father!

Get lost.

Get lost!

Filthy race.

Get lost, go on, get lost.

What?

Excuse me, I don't feel good.

What is it?

I don't know.

Have a seat.

You're having trouble breathing?

- Has it happened before? - No.

You don't have any allergies?

I don't think so.

Take this.

More.

Ah, Mrs. Duteil, I hadn't seen you today. I missed you!

What's your poison?!

I'll get that for you.

Come with me.

Sit down there.

Wait till it takes effect.

It'll only take about 15 minutes.

Relax.

Read a magazine if you like. If you don't feel OK, call me.

OK, over to you.

Have you eaten, son?

I kept you some chicken and peppers, your favorite.

1992

Got a light?

We were waiting for you.

- 'Evening. - Welcome.

Hello. Happy New Year.

Everything OK?

Was it this quiet last year?

Yeah, I think so.

Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year, man. - Happy New Year, lovebirds.

- OK? - Great.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

- Have fun. - 'Night.

I like them.

Don't touch me!

Who does he think he is?

Asshole.

'Evening, gentlemen.

Hey now.

It's a private party. Do you have an invitation?

We know Saïd. Let us in.

I don't know Saïd. You need an invitation.

It's party time. Let us in.

No, you'll have to leave, gentlemen.

What do you want?

You want an invitation?

How's that for an invitation? Is that OK for you?

What's your problem?

Why are you looking at me like that?

It's OK.

Just you try!

Hello and welcome.

Hey, fucker!

Marco!

Help!

- What happened? - I don't know.

Oh, fuck!

Call an ambulance. Calou!

- It's OK. - What is it?

Press on it with your hand!

Stop!

Hold my hand.

Alright, sonny?

You gave me such a fright.

It's OK, Mom, don't worry.

It's alright, Mom.

Is it a boy or a girl?

What's that, sonny?

Nothing.

- Mom... - Yes?

Did you tell me bedtime stories when I was little?

Yes.

I don't remember.

Hello, ma'am.

Hello, sir.

So?

How are you?

Why are you here?

The ambulance people called me. You gave them my name.

Really?

Thanks for coming.

Mom, can I have some water?

Give it to me.

But, in fact,

ladies and gentlemen, the worst thing

is not that this bunch of gangsters and racketeers line their pockets.

It's shocking for justice,

but still...

The worst thing is, they're emptying ours.

They leave us defenseless, without social welfare.

Our grandmothers are killed.

Our storekeepers are murdered, as happened near here a few days ago.

Need I remind you?

What'll happen if we don't do anything?

How many murders will it take for them to understand?

Just to understand that it's always the same people.

It always is.

I'm not afraid to say so. It's always the blacks

or the Arabs. Sorry, but it is.

I know it's not the done thing to say that at the moment.

All those mayors who stop us holding our meetings,

like in Lyon with Michel Noir. Black by name...!

Or in Grenoble and elsewhere.

All the mayors who claim that our ideas

are crimes, not opinions.

There'll soon be 50 million criminals in France!

France

has a history. So does our party.

We don't have a short memory, us.

France isn't Islam or the Koran.

France isn't Africa.

France is Charlemagne, Charles Martel, Charles Maurras!

France isn't François Mitterrand or his prime minister Bérégovoy!

The State has the nerve to take Jean-Marie Le Pen to court

for incitement to racial hatred.

Imagine that.

What does the State do

when all those North Africans last week in Nice marched and proclaimed

that they would "ruin our race and kill us all"?

What can we do in return?

Keep our heads down? Is that it?

Say nothing? Let ourselves be insulted?

Personally, I won't let anyone insult my country.

I won't let anyone insult our country.

I won't let anyone insult France!

A new order is underway. The true French must stand up,

as Marshall Pétain stood up, and have the courage to tell the vermin

that they've had their fun.

It's time they go home or are sent home with their barbaric religion.

We French must tell them that this is our home!

Jean-Michel!

My friends,

we all thank Jean-Michel Cayrol once more.

Let's continue this discussion less formally

outside where refreshments will be served.

Excuse me.

Do you think the voting recommendations will be followed by everyone?

Of course.

Absolutely. Unless agreements can be made.

You know as well as I do

certain things must be said at the conference.

For the press.

But you won't consider standing down for Jacquelin?

Never! I swear.

Between you and me, if I get the chance, I'll spit in his face.

Like in nature, pests need stamping out. But don't worry, I won't stand down.

Let's hope so. That swine should go.

No, stop it!

Stop it!

Hello.

I saw you looking at me.

- I'm Corinne. - I'm Marc.

- Can you pour me a drink? - Sure. Red wine?

Yes, alright.

Thanks.

You're not having one?

I am.

Cheers.

Is that for me?

Are you local?

Not really. I live in Corbeil.

My uncle organized the meeting.

This is his house.

I see.

'Scuse me.

- Beautiful. - Who is?

The house.

Yes, it is.

I was thirsty.

It's rare to find people with convictions nowadays, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

- Is he your friend? - Who?

- Jean-Michel. - Yes.

Yes...

We grew up together.

My uncle likes him a lot.

He has high hopes for him.

Another?

Yes, please.

Cheers.

- Everything alright? - Everything's fine.

Hey, you three!

Take the ball and go behind the house!

Thanks a lot.

Hey, pay some attention to me!

The creep has no education. You couldn't find worse!

You're talking about my pal.

Go sober up, you drunk! I'll talk how I like!

I know him better than you, so shut your trap, you jerk!

Well, I like your pal!

Oh, yeah?

Hear me? I like you.

Do you like me a bit?

Sure I do.

What do you think of me?

You're pretty... Pretty.

- Is he always like that? - No, he's on form.

Talkative even. Usually he's more uptight!

Oh, right!

Don't listen to these females!

- Save your breath. - "These females"!

Look what we found hanging around!

Where was that ape?

Drunk on a bench by City Hall.

I'll fall off!

Let's give him a drink.

Show him we're not savages... us!

Drink, drink, drink!

Maybe something stronger?

Pass the caustic soda.

Guy! Don't be stupid.

It's OK, don't worry. It's just for a joke!

He's had enough.

C'mon, stop it.

Drink, drink, drink!

Get that outta here.

I don't want that shit dying in my bar. Get it out.

Gimme a beer.

Careful, that rock's loose.

Thanks.

Oh, shit!

- So, what's it like? - Great!

- No, really? - Freezing!

You're insane!

No, it does you good. Come on.

- Come on! - No.

When I was young, English shoes were in fashion.

Not quite the same model though.

Mine were easier to take off.

I had a pair of Barker's.

I don't know if it still exists.

My wife gave them to me.

Handmade brown and ostrich Puccinis.

They were a bit flashy. My wife liked them.

I don't know where they are.

I must've left them somewhere.

What size are you?

- 11. - They should fit.

If I find them, they're yours.

Can I have a cigarette?

You didn't look too good the first time I saw you.

True.

People never look good

when I first see them.

Trembling, clutching their prescription.

People are all the same: they just want some relief.

You thought you were dying of a heart attack.

Half a pill sorted you out.

You just got a fright.

People are nice, you know.

They're nice when they're frightened.

Or when they're in pain.

Let's try what the doctor ordered.

What's that?

The wine, dummy!

I'll open it.

Listen to this.

"Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts,

for that is the ratio of dead to living.

Since the dawn of time, 100 billion humans have lived on this planet.

Now this is an interesting number,

for coincidentally,

there are about 100 billion stars in our local universe, the Milky Way.

So, for every man who has ever lived, a star shines in space.

Every one of those stars is a sun,

often far more brilliant than the small nearby star

we call the sun.

Many stars in the Milky Way, probably most

have planets surrounding them.

So, there no doubt exists in the universe

enough worlds to give all humans, past and present,

his own private heaven or hell."

- Here, my love. - Thanks.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

It's Bambi!

Hello. Yes, speaking.

I'm ashamed to see you in this state.

Now look! Show me your arm.

- Hey, cool it. - Shut your trap, you.

Fuck!

Turn the music off.

My friends, watch this.

The 1995 presidential elections have been relatively peaceful.

The serious incidents over the course of the campaign...

Hey, beautiful.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Ibrahim Ali, aged 17, was killed

in February by Front National activists.

It's Bambi!

He was shot by 3 Front National militants.

The 3 men were indicted for homicide

Deputy leader, Bruno Mégret described it as self-defense.

One of our members was violently attacked by 15 Comorians.

His 2 friends who were nearby

came to his rescue and acted in self-defense.

Party leader Jean-Marie Le Pen

made this homicide a political argument,

but prefers to call it an accident.

This accident a few weeks ago in Marseille

nevertheless had the advantage of revealing to the people of Marseille

who ignored this fact that there are

50,000 Comorians in Marseille.

Now that's what I call news!

Yesterday in Paris, a young Moroccan drowned

after being pushed in the Seine by skinheads at the Front National march.

Jean-Marie Le Pen refers to it as an incident.

No-one knows the cause of this incident which was

nothing to do with the Joan of Arc march by the Front National.

Some see these incidents, accidents or murders as mere details

in the Front National's history.

Turn it off.

I would like to raise my glass to the health of our brave comrades

who defended France's honor by ridding us of that vermin.

And I would like us to spare a thought

for our friend and brother Grand-Guy whom some of you knew.

I think of him in these glorious times.

To Grand-Guy.

Marc!

What's up?

I need some air. Go back.

What?

Nothing.

1998

Coming through!

What? What's wrong?

Come on, you blues!

Silence! The Marseillaise is starting! Stand up!

Marco!

Have a drink. Today's a special day.

No, thanks.

You'll bring us bad luck with your crap!

Folks, this round's on me. Then you pay. You won't get free drinks all day.

Unless we win!

We're gonna win. It's gonna cost you a lot!

We'll give those drag queens a kicking!

Coming right up.

- Marco, I don't have one. - OK.

Corner, corner!

We scored!

It's not over yet.

I don't fuckin' believe it!

We're beating Brazil in the World Cup Final!

I'll get the girls. They have to see this.

World champions!

My darling...

My darling!

Dad's taking you to see it.

A few years from now, you can say you saw France become world champions.

Just think, my darling. World champions.

Honey...

Put something on. People can see you.

Did you hear? France is winning 2-0.

2-0 against Brazil.

Yeah, I heard.

An Ay-rab scores for France, and you're happy!

France will win.

France? Yeah, right!

Nothing but blacks and Arabs. It's Algeria and Cameroon!

Aren't you starting a bit early?

OK, come on. Put on a nice dress. I'll take you and Gwendoline.

- Don't touch my daughter. - Stop it.

Why did you bring me here?

France is full of Arabs. Here, it's blacks. I won't watch 'em on TV, too!

Please... I beg you. Not now.

Yes, now.

Think of Gwendoline. She should see it.

She's a year old, asshole! What does she care?

- Stop drink... - Don't touch me!

- Give me that glass. - No.

Don't touch me!

- Fuck! - Asshole!

Why bring me here?

You've got no balls.

One day, I'll leave you.

You'll never see your daughter again.

You'll be left here with all those niggers!

Fucking look at you!

A kid doesn't need a father like you.

Better to have no father.

You useless shit!

Go on, say something.

Go on, stick up for yourself for once. Be a man.

Go on, react. Hit me. Go on.

- Hit me! - Stop it, dammit!

If you ever hit me, you'll never see your daughter again! You hear me?

Yeah, get lost, asshole!

Marvin said you were back.

So, you have a daughter?

When did you last see her?

5 years ago.

5 years is good.

It's good.

That nigger had 5 kids.

I didn't mean to kill the fucker.

You know that?

Why didn't you tell 'em?

I did tell them.

I didn't think the jerk would die.

Why didn't you tell 'em it was a joke?

It was just a joke.

Because it wasn't funny.

Calm down.

Deep breaths.

So?

How's it going?

Another 3 years, they say.

Maybe I should stay inside.

What do you think?

I don't think anything.

I don't know.

Some say you've changed sides.

I'm on no side.

Oh, yeah?

Wasn't the fucker who knifed you

a dirty Arab?

Yes.

What of it?

- Don't you miss it? - What?

- It was good. - What?

All of it.

When we hit 'em.

When we beat up the Reds and the Green Berets.

Those big bastards.

Do you remember?

It was a real turn-on!

Wasn't it?

I don't know.

No.

See all the weight I've put on?

I'm like a whale!

It's 'cause of the medicine.

To calm my nerves.

It mainly calms my cock.

I can't get hard.

In the morning,

it's all limp. Not a flicker.

I can't even jerk off to the chick on TV.

You know, the weather girl?

Yeah, you do. That whore.

- With her whore's dress! - Calm down.

Your wife went off with a black?

I can't stay here. Didn't they tell you?

What?

Nothing but fags in here. Didn't they tell you?

Nothing but Ay-rabs and fags!

That one...

He's a big fag.

A big motherfuckin' fag!

Calm down.

Please.

He's a big motherfuckin' fag!

Calm down.

It's alright.

They're trying to fuck me up, but they won't succeed.

These big motherfuckin' fags! Big motherfuckin' fags!

Get off me, you big motherfuckin' fag!

- Calm down, Guy. - Marco!

Calm down. Come on.

2005

Again.

- Still no alcohol? - No.

- No tobacco? - No.

No crack?

No!

That's good. You'll live to be 100.

You know, for your tattoos, there are laser removal techniques now.

They do a good job. They hardly leave any marks.

You told me last time, Doctor.

Yes.

I see it went in.

It's ridiculous. You should have them removed.

You can't keep your mistakes of youth forever.

OK... See you next year, then.

- Bye, Doctor. - Bye.

'Morning.

'Morning.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Know where the paper plates and cups are?

- Down there. - OK, thanks.

- So? - Clean bill of health.

We did 12 points more yesterday.

That's great.

But the fish counter's in trouble. Samir looks down. 22 points less.

Can you do me a favor?

Can I help you?

Yes, Céline sent me. This is from the store.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Put it over there.

Thanks.

Hey, pal, can you help me unload? There are 14 more to do.

- OK. - Thanks.

God will repay you.

- Do you come here often? - No.

I don't understand.

I did everything. There shouldn't be a problem.

I know you're doing your best, but I told you already

we've done everything we could.

Your criminal record didn't help.

I know you've changed, Marc. I understand you're upset.

But the kid refuses to see you.

Can't I even call her? Talk to her?

No, don't. You have to wait for her to grow up.

We'll apply again next year and the year after. She's only little.

I agree, her family environment doesn't help,

but she'll soon be a teenager. The judge might change his mind.

You have to be patient.

Thank you, ma'am. Sorry.

What do I owe you?

Nothing. I haven't done anything. You owe me nothing.

Mom...

Mom... Come eat.

This morning, a 30-year-old man was released due to lack of evidence.

Now, politics.

After a heated conference before the European elections,

disagreement within the Front National seems far from over.

The far right is divided once again. There are no holds barred.

Here is our special report.

The party has decided to turn over a new leaf.

Marc!

But I haven't forgotten.

I know where we come from, who we are and always will be.

I'm not ashamed of my convictions. I won't hide them or pretend,

like many of my comrades who've let their hair grow

and who now wear suits and ties in the Central Committee.

But the voters aren't fooled, believe me.

I'm not a whore, if you'll pardon the expression.

Thanks, sonny.

I won't sell out to become mayor.

After the announcement of Jean-Michel Cayrol's suspension,

he made barely veiled threats.

But at party headquarters,

there is talk of secret alliances...

Eat up, it'll go cold.

A happy Sunday with Jérémie Kisling and his "Rendez-vous Courtois"

from his latest album. To forget the rain,

what better than a laugh with the classic "Arab Cop" sketch?

Over to Coluche...

Gwendoline, can you get your brother?

Who is it?

It's Marco.

He's come to see you.

That's good. I'm pleased.

He can't see

They say he's dun for

You writing again?

No.

She makes as many mistakes as a 5-year-old!

So I see!

Cut it out!

Screw the pair of you! You've ruined my life for long enough!

Sure it's a good idea?

What difference does it make?

You OK?

I'm good, don't worry.

Is your job going OK?

Yeah.

That's good. I'm pleased.

My sister offered me a job in a bar in Grenoble.

You know...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared.

Sorry, it's time to wash him.

No problem.

I'll be back. I'll be right outside.

- I'll help you. - What did I tell you?

That's nothing. Nothing at all.

Take that out. It's not allowed in the rooms.

I'll be back. I'll be right outside.

- Here you are. - Careful, it's hot.

Hey, handsome. You OK, Pascal?

How's it going?

Here.

Let's set this up.

1st, 2nd, 3rd generation

We're all pork eaters!

1st, 2nd, 3rd generation

We're all pork eaters!

Come here.

Step right up. Don't be scared. We're not here to be provocative.

No, we're here, because some of you

are sleeping rough, some of you are hungry.

Well, we've made you a delicious, nourishing meal.

That's all.

Everything else that people say about us is just lies.

In fact, the law courts allowed us to serve this French soup.

I don't see why or on what grounds

a nationalist group like ours should obey

the rules of the Muslim or Jewish religions.

I seem to recall

that Church and State are separate. We won't be dictated to by Islamists!

Shame on you! Go away!

Who said that?

Shame on us?

For feeding people who are hungry?

Do you even know what pork soup is?

It's what French soldiers ate in World War I for 4 years.

Pork soup is part of this country's history.

What will happen to pork farmers?

Do we put them in camps or exterminate them?

Turn the camera off.

Red, white and blue! France for the French!

Why are you here?

Same as you, I'm giving out soup.

I'll be right back.

How can you look at yourself in a mirror?

I heard you'd sunk low...

I wouldn't have believed it.

I want you lot to take your things and go.

- You giving me orders? - No.

Go away. They're hungry.

How could you?

How could you betray us?

You belong in front of a firing squad.

I want to smash your face in!

Go ahead. Then go.

I'm asking as a friend.

A friend?

Stop it! They can see you!

Leave him alone.

- Pack up and go. - But...

Take all that!

Let's go.

C'mon, guys, let's pack up and go!

- OK, Marc? - Yeah.

- We'll report it to the police... - No need.

- You're bleeding. - It's OK.

It's all over, it's alright. Thanks.

Ready, gentlemen?

- We're gathered here for Yvette... - Excuse me.

There's no need. No-one's here.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Sorry I'm late, kid.

It doesn't matter.

I'm pleased to see you.

Gentlemen...

They've come from all over France to say no to same-sex marriage.

340,000 people according to the police, a million according to the organizers.

There were families with up to 3 generations present.

I'm pleased to be demonstrating with my grandchildren

to defend the family.

Children need a mother and father.

It's only natural we're demonstrating today.

A family is a mother, a father, and children.

3 processions converged on the Eiffel Tower

in a light-hearted mood with carefully considered slogans

which avoided any homophobic messages.

We have gay friends, we adore them,

but you need a mother and father to make a baby.

The demonstration of strength was successful

with the crowd's support along the way.

The bells are ringing, but it's not a religious event.

A 4th procession appeared uninvited.

1,000 hard-line Catholics

whose presence was unwelcome were kept away.

Also kept away, right and far-right politicians

came to demonstrate, even though not all were present.

The latest polls show

that over half the French are in favor of same-sex marriage.

France is at war with terrorism in Mali

to maintain our ally's security...

FRENCH BLOOD

Subtitles: J. Miller, a.s.i.f.

Subtitling TITRA FILM Paris