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To arouse the people, the elder Brutus accused Tarquin the tyrant...

...of having made artisons and masons out of free citizens. Livy

Paul Lafargue "The Right to be Lazy"

Anatomy of a delivery man

It's very simple. There are the brakes: hand brakes, foot brake. All easy

The throttle here works like this

And there's gear-changing, of course

Got it, have you? Sure?

You take my place, then. I'll start it up.

Not too tight?

There's a shoulder pad on the satchel strap. Tuck the sleeves up

Never heave: always lift carefully

We'll try with ten bottles first

That's only ten bottles

Fifteen

Petty cash: 150 francs

No, in the satchel. Put it in the satchel.

Now put your change in

I forgot to tell you: you're always marked, always

You run after the ball, but it should come after you when you're not marked

You had a good game, though, very good

Now I'm working. I'm going to drop it

- Drop what? - Football

What'll we do on Sundays?

What about your bill?

How much?

- No it's not... it doesn't matter

All right?

Do you always work here?

I start there and finish there

Is it dirty here?

Cigarette ends, bits of paper, dog shit

It's not a street, it's a dog bog

You might at least pay for the wine

All right?

I'm going to try to get married

It's quite normal, you know

At your age, it's quite normal

Of course, at your age it's quite normal

Aren't you coming up?

No, you don't need us

I can't leave your mother alone too long

I'd sooner have this than the new models

It's a good little car

One shoulder's higher than the other

It's best for her

Good, keep it going like that

I'm getting the license... it's for lorries

They're difficult, lorries are

Especially as I don't know anyone at the head office

Well, if you don't know anyone...

Listen!

Tomorrow I'm going to head office

Maybe they'll let me have a lorry

Come in.

-Are you the driver? - Yes

Come in.

Close the door.

Sit down, young man

You put in a request for a lorry, didn't you?

It isn't simple as all that

You need... seniority and...

... and the confidence of your superiors

The drivers are on strike today

We'll give you a trial

Right away

Give me deliveries

Will you come up, Monsieur Gaspard?

If you go on strike, now or ten years from now...

...you'll lose your lorry

There'll be no excuses

Find him a lorry; he's starting today

You can go

Come here, I won't eat you!

We'll run through the controls

What do you want for sweet?

Again?

Great, eh?

Yes, what a nice lorry

I fancied a trip to the country

Not just now, I'm busy cooking.

He said: "If you go on strike now or ten years from now, you'll looe the lorry

"There'll be no excuses", he said

That's disgusting

I wouldn't have got the lorry otherwise

What would you like for sweet?

You're just in time for sweet

You can sleep there, can you?

Well, I'll go to my cousin's

Right, kids...

...it's all happening

I didn't feel like clocking in, that's all

Just like that? All of a sudden?

I was just thinking...

I was just thinking to myself: you retire in ten years time

Well, then, why not quit now?

So, of course...

...I stuck to my guns

I waited till I was sure

I watched them clocking in for ten minutes

Ten minutes at least

After that I was sure, so I cleared off

Tidy the couch, kids

I wonder wheter you ought to have kept on the safe side, you know?

In these circumstances I should have refused the lorry, you mean?

Is it spades again?

If it's money...

No, that's no problem... as long as you're working

What's the matter then, dad?

You let me share your house and your food...

You're not letting worry you?

I haven't got a woman

I'm not thinking of your mother

At least, I may think of her...

...but not that way

Not that way?

A woman...

A woman now and again...

A sort of mistress, you know

So I was wondering...

What can we do about it?

What can we do about it?

Well, exactly

You see...

Just friendly like, now and again

I'm trying to think

Don't track your brain

Germaine

Germaine?

Yes

Everything all right, you two?

Dad and I...

...want say to ask you something

Done the washing up?

We could have given you a hand

A hand?

Dad's very happy here, but there's something he needs

Just now and again, you know

We mustn't over do it

What is it? What does he need?

Dad isn't old, you know

Well, not old enough to...

Especially now that I'm not working

That's right he's not tired or anything

So...well...why shouldn't he?

Now and again

When it suits

In the daytime

Or in the mornings

That's right

Not too often

Just friendly like

What a carry on

The fact is...

At last

Of course I will

Is it really so difficult to ask?

Of course I don't mind

I can't ...

Go back to sleep

I can't get used to getting up late

But I really get a kick out of staying in bed

Stay were you are, I'll do it

Aren't you having any?

No, I'll eat later, with Germaine

-What time do you clock in? - Six

How's your lorry going?

You'll catch a cold like that

I'll take off my slippers

What were you saying about the lorry?

When?

Give dad some money if he wants to get out

Isn't he fabulous?

You both are

You're both fabulous

Would you hand me the crate, please?

Enough?

Yes, I'm just going out to get a bit of sun

How do you like it? It's very pretty

It's not my size

Don't you like it?

Petrol I don't mind; it's the diesel oil

Twenty-five years I've inhaled it and I can't stand the smell of it

Twenty-five years I've worked here; never missed a working day

Fancy that, boss

In my cap...I put it in my cap!

She couldn't get over it

He's really great, your dad. Look what he stole

I stole the dress, just the dress

My son

It's the same every evening

Right, kids, it's all happening

Four times a day

Twenty-five years minus holidays; tell me how many times I clocked in

What's more, my father's the managing director of your factory

Keep your nose to the grindstone, son

The pleasure's all mine

We met in a shop window, too

I saw your legs, and decided to give up football

Tomorrow we'll lift some champagne and celebrate

It's Sunday, tomorrow

It's all happening

Do you play pinochle?

Who wants sweet?

Guess who?

My boss's daughter?

When I think...

I bought the bread, but stole the croissants

We're all thieves in this family

Listen...about your mother...

Let's not talk about that, dad

You were right; she was worn-out and unhappy

But her accident... didn't it surprise you?

It's very strange. Everyone finds it quite normal

All the same...

...I did wonder a bit

I wondered if maybe she'd killed herself

She was worn-out, unhappy, always complaining, you know

Always snivelling, poor soul

There was nothing to be done about it

You think so?

I'm sure of it. I go for the accident idea

She didn't know what was happening

You think so?

I'm sure of it

It wasn't an accident

It's turning out nice

Not an accident?

It was me

I assumed my responsibilities

How did it happen?

Well she'd taken pills to make her sleep

I turned on the gas

Then I hid in the bog

I'd opened the fanlight

I wondered about going with her, but I was afraid. I wasn't asleep, you see

Did you wait long?

Yes, a long time

It was tough

I assumed my responsibilities, you see

Do you understand me?

Don't call me dad anymore

I share your home; yes, I share your home

I killed your mother

I make love with your wife

Call me...Paulo

Tomorrow I'm going to get my record player and give it to you

Happy birthday!

She's very sweet

We make a great foursome

To clocking in!

To shoplifting!

To all four of us; don't be exclusive

It's incredible

Can't anyone go?

Then I will

Isn't your father awful?

Hearts are trumps, eh?

I don't want to go work

Look

Isn't she sweet?

I'd like some marmalade, please

Is there any coffee left?

Do you want a croissant?

A little butter with it, please

I`ll use your spoon

Can I borrow your knife, please?

I want some butter

This bra's the wrong size

Do you wear a bra?

Of course I don't

You can't always choose what you steal

It would fit you

- I'm bigger than you there - I think you've a lovely bust

Don't touch your hands are cold!

Are you going far?

To Kremlin Bicêtre

I'll take you there

What are you going to Kremlin-Bicêntre for?

To look for a friend

A black

A black street-sweeper

Are you in a hurry?

It's a present from my boss

To all who clock in!

Listen, kids...

What I suggest is...

Isn't your father awful?

Tomorrow...

...quite soon, that is...

...if it's fine...

...we're off to the south

You can't really see

If it was full moon, we could see if it's fine

I can't see a thing

It's going to be a terrific day, I tell you...

...but I've really no idea

That's it

I'm sure

Have you lost something?

On the contrary

I'm going to have a baby

What's the matter? What's going on?