All language subtitles for Jean-Pierre Mocky - Solo

Ladies and Gentlemen,
here ends our voyage

and I hope you've enjoyed it.
Tomorrow we'll be at Le Havre.

We wish you a good last night
on the Niagara.

WHOLESALE MEAT

What a butchery!

She still has her jewels.

This one too.

Stuffed with cash.
Nothing stolen.

The victims' papers, boss.

Hell... and hell!

They're not just anybody!
The cr�me de la cr�me.

Respectable dirty old men.

Shelve this for the moment.
Black out!

She's not even 18.
Picked up for the night...

By the morgue.

The St. Valentine's Day Massacre
had nothing on this.

The cartridges, Chief.
From tommy-guns.

Find those everywhere.

- There are 77.
- They weren't being economical.

We've got some fun ahead.

- For your private collection?
- For my files.

What's that?

My living. A Stradivarius.

A violin.

I see. Made in U.S. A?

In Italy. Cremona, 1723.

Alright.

- No trouble?
- As usual.

- Got them?
- Yes.

- How?
- In Buenos Aires, tell you later.

Let's go to Paris,
I want to visit my safe.

- Broke?
- Women.

- Your playing doesn't pay?
- Not enough.

Will you let me drive?

Go ahead, the keys are there.

Tell the truth to the press.

We're in France, after all.

Yes, Minister.

But be tactful, Superintendent!

Of course.
My respects, Minister.

The truth!

- The mail, Chief.
- To hell with it!

To hell with this, too?

- When was it mailed?
- Saturday evening.

Why the delay?

Postal workers
were on strike yesterday.

Which killed 18 people.

"Tuesday night a 'special party'
will be held

"at 'Les Peupliers' in V�sinet.

"Please come
to prevent a massacre."

If we'd got it earlier...

It's signed "Virgile".

Must be a nut,
or a mythomaniac.

Might be his real name.

No one uses their real name
for things like this.

Besides, the signature
wasn't cut from a newspaper.

- More like a book.
- Yes, a school book.

Virgile is the name
of a Latin poet.

Not everybody has that
on their bookshelf.

Not everybody,
but a student would.

Have it examined.
Typeface, paper, everything.

- And after Lebanon?
- Capetown, Durban, Port Elizabeth.

South Africa?
They've got diamonds, and gold!

And the highest security.

So it's hopeless there for you...
for us?

We'll see.

Still as suspicious?

I carry valuables.

The V�sinet massacre...

a summary:
Last night, during a society party

18 people were savagely
murdered with machine guns.

Superintendent Verdier

thinks the leads point
to the student community.

Those students!

18 of the bourgeoisie taken out.

That makes 18 less.

"A society gathering!"
An orgy.

Think it's funny?
If it weren't for the bourgeoisie

who would we steal from?

See me ripping off the Kremlin?

Almighty Lord,
uphold peaceful coexistence.

Remarkable!
Absolutely remarkable.

Exceptional.

We won't even need to recut them.

Come on, count that up.

I've got to go.

My home is yours.

- Lend me your car?
- Sure. I've another at the garage.

Leave the keys on the table.

You're not going to count them?
You don't care.

- I must see my brother.
- Still paying for his education?

Of course.
He has no one besides me.

I'm can't desert him.

No prints,
extra-strong paper.

Typeface?

- From Le Monde.
- An intellectual.

- Humanit�...
- A communist.

And Le Fossoyeur.

There we go, Le Fossoyeur.

That dirty anarchist rag!

"The putrid deviationism
of the marxist-bourgeois leaders...

"The so-called leftist
phrase-mongers and idiots...

"The paralytic trotskyists...

3,000 copies,
only by subscription.

Subscriptions?
That's very good.

Very good. Let's go.

The managing director, please.

That's me. I'm also the editor.
At your service, comrade.

I see, you're a pluralist.

Is one of your
nice contributors named

- Virgile?
- No, why do you ask?

It's about V�sinet.

That bourgeois settling of scores
doesn't concern us.

And this, kid...
this doesn't concern you?

I forbid you to call me "kid"!

You're not his dad,
and even if you were...

Show us the list
of your subscribers.

It's all a plot to vilify us.
It's provocation.

And it's not the first.

- Be polite.
- Go to hell!

We don't advocate terrorism
against our capitalist oppressors,

but the union
of the working classes.

Another time, I'm tired.

On this list there's a
Virgile Cabral, 49 St-Julian Street.

You don't know him, of course.

We can't know 3,000 subscribers.
And if we did...

- You're upset, do you know him?
- No.

I'll go buy cigarettes.

We'll check the Faculty of Law.

- Those kids can't stand us.
- Don't worry, we'll watch them.

Virgile?

A letter signed Virgile?

Cut from Le Fossoyeur.

Who wrote it?
I'll clear this up.

The cops are after you.
Run!

I'll warn the others
and keep you posted.

It's me, Micheline.

He's not in.

Not in?

He's rarely in.
Are you a friend?

I'm his brother.

Vincent? The musician?

- He's talked about me?
- Yes, often.

Please come in.

Thanks for the invitation.

So, my brother's got some girl?

That's not it.

Sorry, but I've got to go out.

What does Virgile do?
Study?

I can't guarantee it.

He used to work hard.

We often worked together.

I was a student, too.

Sometimes I'd make dinner.
It was nice.

But now he comes in late,
goes out again...

A carousel.

- Strange men visit him.
- He isn't one of those, is he?

It's not that,
where did you get that idea?

Good. But what does he do
with these friends? Politics?

I don't know.
He never tells me.

He'll tell me.

It's 2 now.
When does he get home?

It depends. But late.

I'll wait for him in the hallway.

Night's falling, already.

I see musicians aren't shy.

In my family, we're not
all as serious as Virgile.

Virgile Cabral, third year.

- Any family?
- Orphan.

His brother is his guardian.

His name is Vincent Cabral,
a musician.

He's often on tour.

It stinks!

It stinks, it stinks...

These kids can't stand us.

When they get rich,
they'll settle down.

But this Virgile
is of different species.

Let's go.

Virgile and I are friends,
that's all.

I might have liked more,
he's attractive.

Maybe he thought
I was too easy.

How churlish.

Don't joke.
He's uncompromising, pure.

The world needs some.

He wanted to study magistrature.

He never wrote me about it.

He was set on it.

He said that in our rotten world
a man is only saved by his honour.

Obviously he and I
don't have quite the same mentality.

Don't answer.

Open the door.
It might be Virgile.

Superintendent Verdier.

Do you know Virgile Cabral?

Has something happened to him?

I see you know him well.

He's a friend.

I don't know much about him.

You're under obligation
to help the police.

He's a murder suspect.

You've heard about V�sinet.

He couldn't be involved in that!

Maybe he was led astray.

Who are his friends?

Young men like him. Students.
Strange guys...

Do they meet here?

Not often. He met them
during the uprising.

They must be a bad influence.

They must meet somewhere.

For a while

he often went to the Cosmos.

Or so I heard.

Does he get in late?

At night I sleep.

Know his brother?

Never seen him.
Didn't even know he had one.

I said too much?

No, sweety.
They surprised us both.

- Does he really go to Cosmos?
- Yes.

I'll rush there
before the cops get him.

See you around.

The search is centered
on the student population.

Easy to dump everything on us.

Can't even fart
without being accused of terrorism.

- I don't see him.
- He may arrive yet.

- Do you know Virgile Cabral
- No.

That's different.

I haven't seen him today.

But if I do...

I do some work
for your Vice Squad.

Informers have always been
the defenders of justice.

Good manure is made with dung.

Doesn't stop it stinking.

All the tables are taken.

May we?

- I'm waiting for someone.
- So are we.

Peasants! Bring a picnic,
while you're at it.

We did.

May I?

- We're waiting for someone.
- So am I.

- Waiter, a beer.
- Munich?

This V�sinet case is unusual.

They're saying it was terrorists.

What do you think, gentlemen?

Don't believe all
you read in the papers.

The cops suggest
it was a group of students.

And that Verdier isn't stupid.

Don't believe all the Police say.

No kiss, Marc?

What's up?

Nothing, I lost my father
last night. He's at the morgue.

What happened?

An accident, 12 bullets.
At V�sinet last night.

You seem upset.
You loved him?

And how!
He was such a hard worker.

He deserved his money.

He spent it on orgies
and new cars.

When he was tired
he watched TV.

He deserved the cross of Merit.
A great guy, my dad.

I don't get you.

Of course, you couldn't
with ideals like yours.

Marriage, kids, a car,
TV every night...

And orgies when you're bored.
Like them.

You're sad,
but it's no reason...

Hi, Marc. Seen Virgile?

- No. Why?
- Nothing.

So we're not going out?

No, I've something to do tonight.
It's important.

The guy in the raincoat
with the girl is Virgile's friend.

Be seeing you.

Let's follow him,
he might lead us to Virgile.

Jump in the car and follow us.
He might be driving.

I'm Virgile's brother.
Cops are following you.

Give me your keys
and get in.

- Some guy got in with him.
- Let's go.

- It's one-way.
- I know the music.

Green Triumph,
8297 RL 75.

What do you intend to do now?

- I'm meeting Virgile at Conflans.
- Let's go, then.

We'll switch cars.
Yours is identified now, idiot.

Now that we've shaken the cops,

what's this V�sinet thing
and why's my brother involved?

- V�sinet was us.
- Who's us?

Our group. Virgile, me
and another friend,

a liaison girl and some guys
who provide the material.

We've decided
to destroy everything!

A nice objective,
and ambitious.

What's your aim?

To take out all
that's rotten and corrupted.

Only the young
can purify the world.

You think you'll do it

by erasing a few bigwigs
who prefer underage girls?

But tomorrow,
when they're buried,

others will replace them.
You'll have to erase them too.

Something must be done.
What do the politicians do?

They organize meetings,
make speeches and sign petitions.

It'll take some pruning
to change things.

When I was your age,
I was a revolutionary too.

I fought alongside people who
now sit at home and watch TV.

But why am I telling you this?
I'm not one to give advice.

Think there's a solution?

Sure, to line your pockets.

You want to change society,
I exploit it.

There are tons of pretty women
with jewels. Suffices to take them.

All around us there's love, money,
pleasure, happiness...

And music.

Parasite!

One who saved you
from the cops.

You're organised like novices.

Why are they
already after Virgile?

And yourself, idiot?

I don't know.

I'm getting Virgile
out of this!

Or he'll up end in jail,
you all will.

Think Virgile
will listen to you?

He's capable of killing you
if you get in his way.

You're going to do it again?

Yes, tonight.

Hi, Virgile.

Stop eating bread with mustard.

What are your orders?

I called Marc.

I told him to meet us
at your uncle's yard.

Why not here?

The workers will be gone
when he arrives.

You're charged with receiving him.

What for?

To kill him.

Marc? But why?

He wrote that letter.

Only he and I
subscribe to the paper.

He used that typeface.

- Why would he betray us?
- To save his father.

He'd have been arrested too.

He didn't care
as long as his dad lived,

though he swore
he'd stop at nothing.

I'd kill my own brother
if need be.

Yet I love him,
and I've no one else.

If we want a clean world,
we must make sacrifices.

It's the price.

If Marc is a traitor,
I'll kill him.

I'd do it myself,
but they're after me.

And I'm needed tonight.

- What should I do?
- Get the bomb from Jerry.

Here's the address,
and a note.

I'll meet you here at 8. Hurry.

- Be careful.
- Here's the bus.

Take a taxi back.

The bomb attempt, tonight...
Where is it, and at what time?

I don't know.

Or you won't tell me?

Ask Virgile, he's the boss.

So this is all his idea?

He told you to kill your dad,
and you did it.

If you think it was that easy...
That I didn't...

But one must carry through
on one's ideals.

If people can't even
get laid in peace...

You don't understand.

People used to live and die
for things.

God, the nation,
revolution, honour...

Today, we live like sheep.

We study, pass exams,
and for what?

To make things,
to sell and buy products.

If that's happiness, the greatness
of man, this world's nuts.

So if you're left to act
you'll take out all the top brass.

We've selected the most rotten.

You've a list,
like for an election?

Virgile wants
to change public opinion.

Things only change
when people are scared.

Scared people don't revolt.

They hide
until the terrorists are stopped.

And when the streets are safe again
they go on holiday.

Go that way.

We sometimes meet
at this restaurant.

Where are you meeting my brother?

You'll like it,
the decor's great.

You're romantics.
You need a decor to conspire in.

You're romantic revolutionaries!

Pity the cops aren't romantic too!

After you, Judge.

Looks like the Police museum,
doesn't it?

Bastard!

No violence.

That's the guy who left
with the boy at Cosmos.

The one at our table?

"To Virgile
with love, Vincent."

Virgile's brother
is mixed up in this.

Carry on with your search.

Go to the TV channels.

I want the brothers' photos
broadcast immediately.

In 1 hour, all of France
will know their faces.

Get on it!

Cut the engine.
I'll tell Virgile you're here.

I'm going with you.

You can't. What would they say
when they saw you?

They might shoot.

Think I'm scared?

You might have to kill
in self-defence. Maybe Virgile.

You're all nuts!

I'll tell him
you're waiting at that caf�.

Tell him to hurry.

Hands up, Marc.
And walk.

The V�sinet case...

Superintendent Verdier speaks to us
from his office at HQ.

We're tackling a small group

of terrorists,

bent on provoking
a wave of panic.

Every citizen is in danger
from these fanatics.

Everyone should be afraid
for their work, their property,

their lives and those
of their dear ones.

But I regret the letter!

The cops are onto us,
it's too late.

- Put yourself in my place!
- That of a bastard? No.

You tried to save your dad, bravo.
But you gave Virgile's name.

It's your duty
to help the police and the courts

to catch these dangerous men

whose only ideal is destruction.

- Who's that?
- Never saw him before.

Why didn't Virgile
come himself?

He's hiding, thanks to you.
The cops are onto him.

Annabel is fetching the bombs.

I want to go in their place.
Please!

I'll prove I'm not a coward.
I'm ready to go up with the bomb.

Like I could trust you!

Call him.
Tell him I want to make up for it.

He's at the "Petit Chef",
isn't he?

You can reach him there.

Even if you no longer want me,
you have to call him.

- His brother's looking for him.
- How do you know?

He's here,
waiting in the caf�.

You brought him here?
That beats all.

Then he might just get it too.

Too?
What do you mean?

That traitors have to die.

In the yard!

You're all crazy.

How do you feel, kid?

I have to tell Virgile
I'm not a coward.

That bastard didn't believe me.

You go that way,
to the yard.

You come with me.

- Will you give me to the cops?
- No, idiot.

Are you okay?

Hurry,
Virgile will go without us.

Come on, let's go.

Tell me where Virgile is.

Don't leave me here.
I'll take you.

I want to take part
in the bombing.

We're going.

We'll blow them all up...

Stay here to block the way.
If the guy resists...

I've got all I need.

Hell, something's leaking.

There's a kid... dead!

The bastard's killed a kid!

Hurry, it's over there.
Straight ahead.

Hurry, Virgile will leave.

- There's a corpse over there.
- In the yard.

Identify the owner of a
Ford Mustang 5406 UZ 75.

A white Mustang, that's right.

5406 UZ 75

I'm the owner.

You haven't declared it stolen,
I take it?

Then you lent it to someone.
Who?

Answer!

Or we'll book you.

Vincent Cabral.

Cabral? The elder?

Vincent Cabral, that's right.

What?
A 17 year old kid murdered?

Hell!

Have you closed the area?

Alright, I'm coming.

So the violinist
was pulling the strings?

See kids concocting something
like this? An adult's involved.

We'll get them all.

The brothers' photos
will be on TV in a minute.

Stop here.

It's here.
Virgile must be inside.

I'll go with you. I'll be OK.

If you want to make the bombing,
wait here.

I'll get Virgile
and be right back.

- Got a light?
- I don't smoke.

Don't take me for a fool.
You don't like my face, or what?

Pass the salt, please.

You must be waiting
for your girl

to be so impatient.

Women! Always late.
Like time bombs.

Before the news

we interview Mr Lagnon,

head of national education.

The young are eager,
in a large majority,

for calm and peace.

Our students work hard,
concerned about their future,

and conscious
of their responsibilities.

Exams, which can open the doors
to a decent life,

must take place as planned
and not be disrupted

by young hotheads

who see an excuse
to play children's games

and let down the rest
of their comrades.

St. Joseph Hospital?
Hurry, a kid is dying.

At the "Petit Chef",
on the road to Paris.

He's lying in the car park.

News flash:

Please pay attention
to this photo

of a criminal at large...

It's him!

Virgile Cabral, very dangerous,
is being looked for...

Tell them to hurry.

He's leaving!

Don't go, you'll be killed!

The police have proof

that Vincent Cabral
leads a group of adolescents

who are at the least irresponsible.

Cabral, a violinist,

arrived at Le Havre this morning.

Anyone who has seen him
and could provide information...

Virgile's gone.

Where's the attack?

Paris. I have to go.

But where?

You've no change?

Come on,
perhaps we can get some inside.

I'll take you.
But tell me where it is.

In Paris,
near the Gare Tolbiac.

- At Kelber's.
- The restaurant?

Virgile Cabral was here?

He ran, towards Paris.

Jerry? There's been some trouble.
Virgile was spotted.

What, the TV?
You saw it too?

He must have gone to Paris.
Tell him I'll meet him at Kelber's.

Take the bomb.

It's in my bag.

Good luck.

I'll have to leave you,
kid.

An ambulance is coming,
you'll be OK.

'Bye, idiot.

Please, sir!

I can't take you to Paris.
I've another client waiting.

- He'll get another cab.
- I can't.

I don't want to lose a good client.

I need to get my car out.

Are you going to Paris?

- Why?
- The lady needs a lift.

Sorry, I can't take her.

Please, my aunt is dying.

- Get out.
- Please!

OK, let's go.

- What happened in the restaurant?
- I don't know.

A man was wounded.

They mentioned a guy
the cops are after.

A certain Virgile Cabral.

I don't know.

They say students
did that massacre.

If they'd done it in another country
a few years ago

they'd have been decorated.

Depending on the prevalent attitude,
a massacre can be achievement.

How far is the "Petit Chef"?

About 20 km.

There, try to have a spare wheel
next time.

- There are cops about.
- That's right.

Apparently there's a roadblock
near Paris.

- Were you watching TV?
- No time, with all this traffic.

That'll be 40 francs.

You look different in glasses.

I suppose you don't have change.

Here you go.
Have a good journey.

We're well protected.

It's because of the terrorists,
isn't it?

They've no chance
to get away with it.

The police will put up a roadblock
and we'll lose time.

- I'm in a hurry.
- Me too, because of my aunt.

There must be a side road.
We'll leave the highway.

Is this an excuse
to take me somewhere quiet?

What an idea!

I've hitchhiked before.

I'll check the map.

Look, you're doing me a favour.

I'll do you one too,
but I'm in a hurry.

- Let's go.
- There's a road in 3 km...

Get a move on, please.

Your legs are a bit thin,
but well formed.

You eat too many yoghurts.

Thanks for the offer,
but I'm in a hurry too.

And I've an appreciation
for matters of love.

You probably think I'm an old fool,

but fornication in a car
is so mediocre.

I prefer to take my time.

You complicate things.
A liver is a liver,

and a prick just a prick.
Don't bring God into it.

I don't intend to bring God
into my fly.

He'd find it uninhabitable.

I'm just a humble citizen,

consumer of gas,
telephone and electricity.

I have my railway reduction card,

my family allowance card,
and even my driver's licence.

And I respect the property
of others.

A good bourgeois.

You go fast, like a race car driver.

Are you in cars?

Insurance. Life, death,
all the upheavals.

Nothing better
than good insurance coverage.

It gives security,
one must think of one's retirement.

Are you waiting to get old
to enjoy life?

You're like the living dead.

I was raised in the respect
of honesty, the virtue of economy.

Remember this:
"Gains badly won profit none."

See this?
It's a talisman.

From your grandmother,
I'm sure.

No, it fell from the sky.
It's yours.

- Why?
- Because I like you.

And I enjoy giving
when nothing's owed.

Part of being an old fool.

Get out,
we have to search it.

If you're looking for Cabral,
he's not here.

Alright, you can go.

I'd be surprised if you'd
found anarchists in my cabbages.

We'll leave the highway
up here on the left.

Hell, too late.

You look very scared
of being late.

My aunt is dying, I told you.

You seem pretty scared yourself.

Well, I'm meeting a woman.

If I'm late
I risk serious problems.

Think it'll be long?

I was running on time,
but unluckily...

Unluckily is right.

FLAMMABLE LIQUIDS

Your papers. Get out.

Careful, the ammonia factory!

Always clean
with Pollux Ammonia.

It does away with dirt.

Clean floor, clean butt,
clean head, clean house...

For a glistening clean mankind.

I know why kids won't wash.

What are you referring to?

Don't worry,
we'll make up for lost time.

The air's good.

What a night! All those cops
ruining the atmosphere.

Let's make up for it.

Not here. Let's get in the car.

We'll find a place in the woods
where we can stop...

I'm not a coward,
am I Virgile?

Let me make the attack.

I'll blow them all up, the bastards.

What attack?
Tell me, kid!

Where?

Leave him alone!

You can see he's dying.

You heard,
there's an attack tonight.

More people will die.

His life's in my hands.

And the lives of his victims
are in mine.

You've been kind, thanks.

'Bye, see you around.

To Kelber's, hurry.

Make it quick.

OK, I'm coming.

"Cabral brothers wanted"

I'll drop you in front.

I want to surprise my friends.

I see, a joker.
Thank you.

Let's drink

to the success
of our new agreement.

Through our humble beings...

...as we are very small
in the eyes of God...

our newly merged companies
will join to fight

and conquer the European market.

How will we do it?

Through a stubborn fight
towards our final goal.

And thanks to those in power

who have helped us
towards success.

The survival of the fittest
is the law of nature.

Where's that damn restaurant?

Vincent Cabral

was spotted tonight.

He's in a black suit,
is tall,

and wears a black hat
stolen from a restaurant.

Anyone seeing him
should inform the Police.

Be aware this man
is a dangerous criminal.

Push! Go on!

The girl's alone.
Go on, there's no one around.

I'd almost given up on you.

Are they here?

Look.

It's starting. Champagne,
then clothes off. Let's go.

It's a risk,
your photo's everywhere.

Not only mine,
but my brother's as well.

The jewel thief?
What's he got to do with this?

No idea, haven't seen him for years.
Are you suspected?

No. I hitchhiked here
with some old fool.

A bourgeois who pays his taxes.
Very serious.

He even gave me a necklace.

You can educate yourself
this way.

Don't forget you belong to the
most intelligent people on earth.

People will die any minute
and we don't know where.

Maybe he'll talk.

I'd be surprised...
he's dead.

Let's hope
they've no time to watch TV.

- Shall we risk it?
- I'll test the doorman.

We've reserved a booth.

Of course.
Under what name?

Mr Marc Bernardet.

I'll take you to the head waiter.

The cloakroom.

This way, please.

This is it.

I left my gun in my coat!

No, I haven't found anything.

Hold on, I'll check.

Extra: Cabral brothers

hunted all over France.

May I sell my papers?
Thank you.

Perfect.

Cabral brothers
hunted all over France.

They'll get those hooligans.

Here, table 12's beef rib.
You'll die of indigestion.

The customer sent this back.

Let them go to hell.

When Marc and I checked
the location, we made a test.

Pull this plug
and the aquarium goes off.

Fighting fish.
Remarkable, aren't they?

They look sweet.

- Shall I bring the fois gras?
- With pickles.

Once it arrives,
I'll fix up the bomb.

- It's no time to eat mustard!
- It's no time to be scared.

Damn, it's strong!

I'll bring your champagne
right away.

I'll prepare the bomb.
You keep watch.

Police?

Call for Superintendent Verdier.

Virgile Cabral
is at Kelber's.

That's 10 minutes from here.
Hurry, it'll go up!

Reassure the customers.
We're going to fix it.

He's up there now
in the dark.

In the dark.

Damn, the bomb's stopped.
I'll have to set it again.

Take that lamp to the big room.
I'll do the other.

It's being fixed,
please excuse us.

It's cosy.

Bring another lamp.

The cops will be here
in 5 minutes.

The clients...
they'll be found naked...

There are no minors with them,

like at V�sinet.

- Think Cabral's here for them?
- So it seems.

- Come downstairs.
- Yes, we're not safe.

- Take a letter.
- Yes, Mr Chairman.

"In response to your letter,

I have the pleasure of informing
you that your order..."

lt'll explode once the lights
come back on. Let's go.

Virgile! It's me, Vincent.

Hurry, it'll explode.

Don't worry,
they're just having fun next door.

A few crackers.

I guess you won, you idiots!

- The bastards!
- They did it.

I'll alert the station.
No trains can leave!

- Go to the car.
- I'll alert dispatching.

You're afraid.

Get me the station manager.
It's the police.

We drew the lucky number.

- One's escaping.
- Who?

- I couldn't see.
- Keep looking for the others.

And that one?

We'll get him
when the train stops at Reims.

I think it was Virgile.

He's young and probably fit.

His brother
must be with the girl.

Are you clairvoyant?
Then shut up.

That train crosses the border.

If we don't get him at Reims
it's over.

He must have revolutionary friends
the world over.

Step on it, dammit.

We can't stay here.

We risk to be spotted
in daylight.

We need to find
a closed carriage.

I hope Virgile got away.

We didn't see his corpse.

True, we didn't.

If we had,
what would that change?

We've all taken our risks.

- You couldn't understand.
- I guess I'm too old.

We're sick of living like cattle.

I know your theories.

We didn't ask you.

Think I'm happy being here
with the cops on my tail?

I'm not here for you,
but for Virgile.

He's my brother.

He doesn't care about you.

You're not one of us,
you never will be.

Where were you supposed
to meet him?

At a friend's.

Does he have a phone?

When the train stops I'll call.

You don't give up!

- Never.
- That's good.

It's all we have in common.

Thanks for the compliment.

I'll get him false papers
so he can get far away.

Help me go with him.
We'll continue our fight elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

Wherever men fight to free society
from slavery to money.

You couldn't understand those
who don't live to earn money.

Listening to you,
I'm beginning to see.

But taking it to the point
of obsession...

Do you never think
of anything else?

Like love? No, never.

Look at where
it took our elders...

You fall in love, get married,

and start filling in
all kinds of paperwork.

You're on file.

Then an apartment,
furniture, bills...

Babies and babywear...

Suddenly you're pushing a pram
in a park, looking self-satisfied.

That's not the type of woman
you'll become.

It's a filthy comedy.

Children take the best years of your
life, then stick you in a home.

You're left to die
after working all your life.

That's where love leads.
I don't want it.

You don't seem to either.

The idea of conjugal bliss
never turned me on.

But from there
to never getting it off...

I might think about it.

Only think?

If I like a guy
I do more than think.

And what sort of guy do you like?

Not the ones who think only
of financial security.

How about a jewel thief?

Do you really steal them?

That's different.

A second thing
we have in common.

For that I think we could agree.

Only for that.

I see you've no idealogy
between your legs.

That's not its place.

Go ahead, I'm on the pill.

This bench is hard.
Get on the bottom.

- Are you in charge?
- Neither of us are.

But let's start off like that.
Once I'm ready, we'll improvise.

A duet.

My country house is near here.

Do you garden?

Nothing grows. They built
too many buildings around.

Try endives.

The train is arriving
on platform 3.

Hide everybody
and await my signal.

It's slowing down.
We're at a station.

If it stops, I'll phone Virgile.

- Careful, hurry back.
- 5 minutes.

Hands up!

You got him.

Can we let the train go?
It's blocking the line.

Go ahead.

Have that removed.

He's had enough attention.

Want a drink?

I'm not thirsty.

Well I am,
after all this running.

And we'll get those two kids
in the end.

All the borders are being watched,
and the airports.

- We'll comb the Quartier Latin.
- As usual.