Original subtitles

A Film by Morgan Simon

A TASTE OF INK

You ok?

It makes me wanna puke.

Like it?

It looks so much like her.

Thank you.

She would've loved it.

Next one.

-What? -I thought you were joking.

We said we'd do it, let's do it.

Sure you want to?

You've got yours on your neck.

We don't have the same parents.

Asshole.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Shit!

Well done.

What's that?

Reading my mail now?

Who is she?

What's her name?

Fuck it!

What've you done?

Did I need a tattoo?

Your mother died bald.

You couldn't face it, but I was there.

And him? Who's that?

Not me I hope.

Are you stupid or what?

Now I have to see that every day?

Whatever it takes, get rid of that thing.

Now that you know, I'll invite her over tonight.

-Didn't take you long. -What was that?

Say it again.

I never should've made that fucking bet.

I gotta quit drinking.

Fuck yeah, me too.

-Concentrate. -I am.

What is it?

-Amazing, dude! -What'd he do?

I did you a gummy bear.

No way! Seriously?

'Socialist Part'?

You left off the Y.

That's not how it's spelled?

No party gets a piece of my ass.

And on the right cheek!

I'm a visionary when I'm drunk.

Oh, great.

Could be worse, dude.

Matthew's got Stalin on his neck.

Better Stalin than your dad!

-What're you doing this afternoon? -Working.

Suppose you don't go?

-I can't do that. -You can't do that?

I'll come pick you up.

-What's that? -What's what?

What's what?

-Give me some. -It's my toast!

-What jam is it? -Rhubarb.

You hate that.

Got any cereal or something?

In the cupboard.

It's my son's.

-Is he here? -He's sleeping.

You're up?

-You ok? -Yes.

-Cut yourself? -No.

Vincent, Julia.

Julia, Vincent.

Hi.

Hi.

-You ok? -Yeah.

-Gonna clean it? -Let me.

No, you're barefoot.

Will you do it, please?

I'm taking the van in. Some asshole broke my taillight.

Thanks.

-Here's a key. -Thank you.

Bye.

Not going to finish?

You broke the glass.

Careful where you step.

Fuck!

-Moving on! -One sec.

The tilter was loose.

Ready?

What've you done to yourself now?

Nothing.

-I mean... -Nothing?

200 years after the Revolution, now the choice is Coke or Pepsi.

That's progress, right?

We've got Coke Zero, Diet Coke,

Cherry Coke... Plenty of choices.

It all tastes the same.

Put your headphones on.

Welcome to New York...

My dad's not here?

No.

How long have you been together?

Two months.

He told you about my mother?

Yes.

You were close?

Yeah.

You and my dad get along ok?

We're ok.

And you?

I feel like we don't speak the same language.

I need a bullshit dictionary.

Your dad's pretty smart. Maybe he's just awkward.

Yeah.

I'd love to go to New York.

You speak English?

Yeah...

Of course I do.

Say something.

My accent's not so hot.

Don't make fun of me.

I see.

I get by.

If I go someday, I'll talk with my hands.

I'll have to talk with my hands too.

-Why? -I can't speak English!

Yeah? Seriously?

And you're making fun of me?

Well, well! What have we here?

Bring it on!

We've got a gig coming up, check us out.

Seven Day Diary.

Don't forget.

Here, I gotta stop. It'll wreck my voice.

Last cash register.

-She's hot. -Your dad scored.

-Yeah, he scored. -Coming?

-Sure she won't mind? -Don't worry.

-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.

How's it going?

-Thank you, miss. -Have a good day.

Your customers are polite!

Can we take some booze?

I can't.

C'mon, please.

Hey guys, meet my stepmother.

Hello, ma'am.

We're old enough.

Don't worry, we'll pay. I was just messin'.

One bottle.

You guys have shit jobs too?

Marketing... and tattoo art.

Make good money tattooing?

-100 euros an hour. -Sweet.

He's rolling in dough. Check out his gold watch.

Have you lived here long?

A lifetime.

Nice, huh?

I live with a roommate.

A girl, a friend.

Actually, I don't know her so well.

She's Chinese.

How do you communicate?

I use my hands.

I wanted a tattoo.

But too many people have them now.

Yeah.

It used to make you different.

Now it makes you the same. Ordinary.

You're an ordinary guy.

That's what I'm starting to realize.

If you want a tattoo, I'd love to do you one.

I'll even do it for free.

Chill, she said she didn't want one.

Can you imagine me with a tattoo at 50?

Totally.

I think I'm too old.

-As if! -I swear.

You should get one now, while you're still young.

Look guys, here comes SpongeBob!

THE REEF FISH SHOP

You bastard.

-Hi there. -Hi.

-What's up? -What're you doing here?

Passing by, I saw you all.

-Aren't you cold? -I'm fine.

-Shall we go? -Yes.

Hey, Hervé?

Could we borrow your van for a gig next weekend?

-OK. -Thanks, Hervé!

-He snubbed you good! -Coming!

-We don't need him. -He's cool.

So fucking cool...

You rule for asking.

What's your music like?

What's your band called?

Seven Day Diary.

-What? -Seven Day Diary.

Seven Day Diarrhea?

A diary you keep for 7 days.

It was Vincent's idea.

One day when you were sick.

It just came to me, out of the blue.

And you've got a concert?

-For teenage girls, right? -Not at all.

What're you gonna do?

-Head home. -No, I mean...

What're you doing Saturday night?

Don't know.

You're welcome to come to the gig.

Bye.

I hope the van's fixed by Saturday.

'Morning!

Get some lemons.

-How many? -Five.

Five lemons, please.

How's it going?

I'm good.

Those are nice.

-I wouldn't know. -They're wild lemons.

Get the silverware.

I hope you like lobster.

-I've never tried it. -Really?

How old were you when he was born?

-19. -That's young.

Well,

it wasn't planned.

But it's worked out.

-Right? -Yeah.

How'd you become a fishmonger?

I was interested in biology,

but I wasn't great at school.

I worked with a fisherman.

That's how it started.

Is that Hervé on your neck?

-Here? Yeah. -That's me.

How sweet.

I didn't see it that way.

You could've chosen a smiling picture.

I'm serious.

I looked, I couldn't find one.

-You couldn't find one? -No.

If you knew me, you'd know I'm a funny guy.

Maybe I don't know you that well.

Maybe.

It's delicious.

Heard of an inverted lobster?

Let me tell the story.

-Is it funny? -No.

Come on, it's pretty funny.

This 19th century biologist,

Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire,

observed that lobsters were built almost like humans.

Except the other way around.

Meaning?

A lobster's heart is on its back

and a human's heart is on its belly.

It would only take a few mutations to go from this...

to us.

I don't believe in God, but I don't know...

Evolution is bizarre.

It has nothing to do with God.

Man is an inverted lobster!

What do you think?

It's stupid to kill so many animals just to feed our curiosity.

Nonsense!

It's not for pleasure, it's to understand.

Understand what?

He's right, it's inhumane.

That's not the right term, but you know?

You really should've finished school.

-Are you kidding? -You never understand anything.

I'm reading a book about this right now.

Really?

This guy went to concentration camps

and slaughterhouses. He compares them.

Are you kidding me?

Why?

You can't compare them.

Wanna borrow the book?

-What's it called? -Eternal Treblinka.

-Eternal what? -Treblinka.

You've got something...

I'm speechless. He's never read a book.

That's what you think.

If you knew me, you'd know I'm smart.

Hey, it's great!

I'm impressed.

So what's the book about?

-He just told us. -Exactly?

-You're vegetarian? -He tried, but it didn't work out.

He gets fired up and starts something,

but never follows through.

He started football, then quit.

Skateboarding, same thing.

His tattoos are never finished.

And girls...

likewise.

I'll handle it.

Wait! Fuck...

Vincent!

It's ok.

It's ok!

Thank you.

He's the guy. Could you sign my cup?

-Sign your cup? -Yeah.

-Hey! Enough already! -Fuck off!

Shut your face!

-Every fucking week! -Yeah, whatever!

-Hey rock star, let's get shitfaced. -Be right there.

Hi.

-Got a light? -No, sorry.

Do you, ma'am?

No.

Got a number, for the next gig?

Just wondering.

The flyers have the band's number.

It's your number I want.

I'll let you talk.

Is it always like that?

It's the post-gig thing...

You didn't like it?

It's different.

Not different, like...

It's interesting.

I don't know if it's good or...

I can't tell if it's good or not.

Sorry!

It seems kind of...

Sorry I didn't scream.

That's ok.

Sorry I came at you like a savage.

It's not easy to let go.

Your throat must hurt.

A little.

It'll go away.

If not, you can shove some garlic up your ass.

Seriously!

It sounds nuts, but it's a granny remedy.

Of course, madam.

-I can hear the salsa starting. -Yeah.

I've gotta say bye to the manager.

Gonna stick around?

No idea...

I'm taking you with me.

Different vibe.

Can you dance?

Of course I can.

Show me.

I'll show you if you show me.

I'll put you to shame.

I've got no shame about anything anymore.

Seriously! It took him forever to get here.

What do you suppose he was up to?

Where's Julia?

Don't name names!

Just wondering where she is!

A toast to Vincent! He put on a great gig.

Yeah, he rocked.

Seven Day Diary!

Don't blow out your voice.

Quiet, she's sleeping.

Come sit down.

Want some coffee?

It's bad for my voice.

Right, that's precious.

Yeah, but it can't feed a family.

It feeds the soul.

How was the concert? Good?

-Yeah. -Big crowd?

Big enough.

Going on stage must be hard.

Yeah, it's not easy.

Not easy...

Julia was there?

You invited her?

Tell me. I had no idea she was going.

She does what she wants.

Of course.

What did you do afterwards?

Nothing.

-Nothing at all? -No.

She came home late.

What's wrong? Did you wanna come?

-You're pissed off she came? -Her free time is limited.

And it belongs to me.

Why do you guys scream like that?

Are you angry?

Angry at what?

I don't get it. For 24 years,

I've been right here.

And now you wonder?

You should've been there.

Not just last night. Not just this morning.

Stop pretending you care. It doesn't suit you.

I'm off to bed.

Hi.

The fairest of them all!

Tonight maybe we could...

I thought it was your father.

Watch out.

Meet me in the stockroom.

-Got condoms? -No.

Could you look? There might be some.

Julia, report to register 5. Report to register 5.

Do we have to sell this shit?

All the bands do it.

What's the point?

We look like retards.

Always yelling, never happy.

Where's your dad's girlfriend?

Keeping her for yourself? I'd fuck her good.

What'd you say?

Take your fucking t-shirt.

And your cans of shit too!

You sound like an old newsreel.

"The French forces enter liberated Paris."

Can't we have a serious conversation?

You're nostalgic for something you never experienced.

-French Algeria! -My father lived there.

I can criticize De Gaulle, can't I?

-He was no saint. -Get it off your chest.

De Gaulle fought to keep the land for nuclear tests.

He didn't give a shit about the French there.

As a result, in July 1962,

1,000 people died in Oran in 3 days.

My father told me how they were treated back in France.

They had nothing, not even suitcases.

I know that.

Nobody talks about that massacre.

They don't want to see it.

They're all blind.

But I'm not blind.

Got pliers?

What kind?

I don't know, pliers.

I changed the tail light.

Stop, what're you doing?

-Stop it. -Can't we have fun?

-Fuck, stop it! -Come back here!

Stop it!

Fuck!

Stop it!

If I catch you...

Stop it.

Very funny.

You won.

You asked for it.

Stop being a smart-ass and come help me at the market.

For once.

-We're at 760 grams. -How much?

-760 grams. -Keep going.

Another one?

-This one? -Yes.

Got it.

-955. -Perfect.

6 euros, please.

Thank you. Have a good day.

-What the fuck did you do? -What?

Filleting mackerel isn't that hard.

-It's my first time. -I did ok, didn't I?

I did a great job, right?

-What's this? -I did what you told me.

It's a mess. Did you slice following the dorsal?

I'm talking to you! Did you follow the dorsal or not?

Look, you made a mess of it.

It's easy. Hold it like this.

Slice like the Japanese do.

Sorry, yes?

Fuck!

You ok, Dad?

Here you go, ma'am.

-Thank you. -Hello.

-Are these red mullet? -Yes.

Would a euro help?

-I'll take a euro. -How many squid are there?

I gave you 5.

14 in change...

No, 15 in change, you gave me a euro.

Can't you even count?

Thank you. Have a good day.

-You and I need to talk later. -Ok.

Fuck.

When are you moving out?

Not just yet.

When?

Please say it just once.

I need to hear it.

I swear I'll do all I can to leave you two alone.

But please, just once, Dad.

I'm sick of begging.

I feel like a bum with his hand out,

reaching for a fucking "I love you" from his dad.

It's driving me crazy.

Look at me... Look at me.

I've told you a thousand times.

I don't remember.

You do remember.

I need to hear it now.

Can't you see it?

Can't you hear it?

It's time to move out now, got it?

Understand?

Leave me alone. Leave me the fuck alone!

-You've got to leave. -I'm done talking to you.

-It's over. -I'm done talking to you.

You can't tell your son you love him. We're done.

You wanna have a fight? Is that it?

-No, because I respect you. -Oh yeah?

Pack your bags and go. Got it?

You got it?

What are you watching?

Some silly show.

Can't you go to your room?

-Who's that singer again? -Julio!

Watch his fingers...

Sous-titrage : Hiventy