Original subtitles

["Just an Illusion" by Imagination]

- Hello, Mr. Berger. - Hello, Vincent.

Hi. I'm Vincent.

So you’re Anne-Karine, then.

- [Vincent yells] - Press it.

Press it. Press it!

- Press it! - [the music stops]

Who said you could touch my stereo?

Don't touch that either. Get out of my room.

Clown.

- This is my room, too. - Excuse me?

I didn't... I didn't hear that.

- This is my room, too. - Yeah.

You're the clown!

["Just an Illusion" by Imagination]

Come here!

Vincent!

[Vincent yells]

[sounds of wrestling]

Stop acting so smart, you clown.

[moans of pain]

- Let me go, and I'll let you go. - No, you!

- OK, on three, we let go. - One, two...

three!

Shouldn’t you be in class?

No, my English teacher’s out.

And by the way...

this is my room, you clown.

- Damn it! Come here! - [the argument continues]

As markets open up,

we have opened up our capital structure.

A capital increase means

... modernization and computerization of the company.

Especially during this time of crisis,

we must expand our capacity

in an increasingly competitive world.

- [phone] - Hello?

Hello. An urgent call for Sandrine.

- Who’s that? - Sandrine.

Oh, right, she’s here. Sandrine?

- Yes? - Seems it’s for you.

For me?

Yes, for you. And it sounds like it’s urgent.

Hello?

["Just an Illusion" by Imagination]

Mom!

Hang up.

Hang up, you clown!

- (Vincent!) - Mom!

I want my very own room—I’m begging you!

(Enough! I can’t talk now. We’re in a meeting.)

- Mom! - I'm going to kill you!

(Vincent...)

(I'm sorry.)

- Hang up that phone. - Mom!

- Hang up! - Mom!

(That’s enough, I’m hanging up.)

Or I’ll throw you out the window.

Hang up!

He’ll toss me out the window!

Well, let him throw you.

Excuse me, Mr. Laugier.

It’s only one floor.

[all] Ah!

[radio] The dollar is soaring, past 10 francs now.

France feels this economic-psychological barrier.

Our fellow citizens understand the risks posed by the U.S. dollar.

That said, economists are...

You never pick up at the office.

I’ve had a tough day.

I had quite a few appointments.

- [RTL jingle] - When will I get my room?

Soon, honey.

- Did you do all your homework? - No, Arnaud kicked me out again.

If I had a place of my own...

In Morocco, we were five to a room.

That didn’t stop us from studying and getting where we are.

["Eyes In The Sky," by The Alan Parsons Project]

Why don’t you call your mom?

- She was in a meeting, too. - Oh, really?

Does your mom have meetings now?

- [he whistles] - Oh no! Oh no, no.

Oh no, not at all. Mr. Dayan, you can’t park there.

Actually, they’ve repainted the parking lines.

So your spot is number 38.

Yeah, I know, but I’ve been parking in spot 26 for ten years.

Spot 38 is under the trees. There are birds.

I know, but that doesn’t give you the right to...

That stuff’s really corrosive. I spend a fortune on car washes.

Yes, I understand. But your spot is number 38.

I just had a tough day at work.

The kid’s tired. He just had judo.

The spot is free.

Yeah, I get it. But your spot is number 38.

I appreciate how well you listen.

This conversation is going nowhere.

- [chuckles] - Yeah, I know.

If everyone parks wherever they want...

- I have to... - Piss me off, yeah.

Mr. Dayan, I heard the end of that.

Yeah, but there’s also that little wall next to spot 38.

I’m afraid of scratching the car—that’s why.

Good evening.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi, honey.

The judo instructor called me three times.

What were you up to?

A meeting ran longer than expected.

Oh, really? An appointment or an interview?

(Sandrine!)

[he sighs]

[Sandrine] Remember I’m out tonight?

Tonight?

- Where to? - Seriously? I’m

at my computer training class.

Three months ago you vaguely said you might sign up,

but never confirmed. - Really?

You said, “I might sign up,” but never confirmed.

You’ll say it again?

- So you’re going out? - Yves...

Just admit it!

- Presenting me with a fait accompli! - I’m presenting you

with a fait accompli? - Yes.

- With a fait accompli. - A what?

- An accompli fait! - [forced laugh]

[rock music]

[inaudible argument]

Why did you put that there?

I like funk. You put up whatever you want.

Yeah, but I’m into rock.

Not that cheesy stuff.

Your guys in gold briefs sing like little girls.

♪ Sunshine, moonlight ♪

- [Arnaud laughs] - So...

you ask me before putting stuff on my walls.

Not your walls.

I have the right to put...

in your little corner, above the bed.

Come on, get out of my room.

[arguing in the distance]

Come on, get out of here, you clown.

[Sandrine] On a loop?

It’s always the same story with you!

You’re pretending you forgot!

I’m not pretending! Give me an example!

But I’ve got ten examples!

- Gimme! - Dishwasher’s

broken. That was your job.

[Yves] Doing the dishes—it helps you relax.

Stop saying that it relaxes me!

Said it once, five years ago! Don’t repeat it!

No, you didn’t tell me that five years ago.

- I’m going to fix it. - I’ll call Berger.

No, not Berger!

I don’t want him here again.

- So, fix it. - OK.

That I’d like to see. You can’t change a bulb.

You blew the fuses in buildings B and D.

The B and the D? No, Building B, yes.

- But not... - Vincent!

Yes, yes, B and D.

There! Wait, what are you doing now?

- I’m out. - “I’m out”...

Aren’t you happy at home? Where to?

To the Berninis’.

- Again? - Don’t come home too late.

- Okay. - I’ll call Berger.

No, don’t call Berger!

- Of course... - Don't call Berger!

I’m calling Berger!

No, don’t call Berger! No!

- [soft jazz music] - [inaudible argument]

- Knock knock. - And can you eat here, too?

Oh yeah, hot.

I heated up your lasagna. I’ll set it down there.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Bernini.

[in Italian] My love.

- Yes? - [door closes]

- How was work? - Great.

Who’s there?

Little Dayan.

- He comes here often. - Yes.

- Aren’t you going to kiss me? - [a little laugh]

[moans]

Oh, that’s yours, isn’t it?

Wow, I hate it when they do that.

At least that’s one less worry.

Yeah, you’re right, I’m good.

[RTL jingle]

[Berger] The water line has been cut.

Patched it up somehow. Who did this?

Whoever did it is no expert.

- So this should hold up. - Mmh mmh.

But I have to order the part.

- Why not tell me? - I should have.

“I should have”… Well, yeah, “I should have.”

Should I order the part?

- Yes, please, Mr. Berger. - Yes.

Right, things to do. Hi to the wife.

Yeah, yeah, will do.

And Dayan, what’s your spot?

- Spot 38. - Spot 38.

[Mr. Berger snickers]

Oh my, he’s such a pain!

- Aren’t you working today? - Yes.

Well, sort of. I have a meeting on my way to the office.

No idea where you’re going, but we’ve gone heavy on the cologne.

What’s your brother doing with those dyes?

He only wants black clothes now.

Well, that’s cheerful. How am I supposed to wash up?

[he exhales]

Hey…

What’s her name?

You’re stressed out, huh?

It’s normal to be stressed.

I’m going to tell you a story.

I was in middle school.

I must’ve been 13 or 14, like you.

Alright, bye, Dad.

Oh, okay.

[RTL suitcase jingle]

Anyway...

Can you write down the amount of the RTL suitcase for me?

OK, all right.

Here’s a reminder of today’s suitcase amount:

12,137 francs. - Did you get it or not?

Yeah, yeah, got it.

Alright, good luck.

Bye, Dad.

[calm jazz music]

[doorbell rings]

(Oh, come on...)

[door opens]

- Hello, ma’am. - Hello. Come in, it’s open.

- She’s right there... - Anne-Karine, hang up!

- Your classmate’s here! - Tell him to go to my room.

Coming!

Come in.

It’s upstairs, the door on the left.

[Anne-Karine laughs]

[Anne-Karine] But with my dad,

it’s really not going to be easy.

The other day, I got on behind Jeff.

- Yeah. - Hello.

[Anne-Karine] The blond.

So I got on behind him.

And my dad saw us.

I won’t even tell you about the scene he made.

[Anne-Karine laughs]

No, you’re crazy!

Yes, he does know her because his sister is in 11th grade B.

No, not right now, I can’t. I would’ve loved to, you know?

I’m so bummed—I have to give a presentation with that other guy, What’s-his-name.

Yes, it is—it’s a kid from our class.

It was a random drawing. With my luck, it just happened to be me.

I’m so sick of this, you have no idea! I’d rather be with you guys.

[inaudible conversation]

["Holding Back The Years" by Simply Red]

("Geneviève.")

[approaching footsteps]

Sorry, had stuff to deal with.

No problem, I’m in no rush.

Are you new here?

New here? Well, no, no, not at all.

- But we never actually saw each other. - Yeah, a little, though.

- Were you here last year? - At Langevin, in 7th grade C.

You were in 7th grade D.

I was at Marius Jacotot Elementary.

We took PE together at Gallion Gymnasium.

Whoa, that’s freaky! Were you watching me?

- No. Well, no. - [the phone rings]

You were watching me.

[the mother] Hello?

Who’s calling? Anne-Karine, phone!

I'm coming!

The best thing is for us to split the work.

We’ll each do a part.

OK, but... I think we should do this together.

What I’m suggesting

is that we do this together, but separately.

Ah, so together, but not together.

Start without me— I’ll get the phone.

OK, great, awesome.

Let's do it this way.

("Great, awesome"...)

(Damn, what a clown.)

("Why Germany...")

[he sighs]

(Damn it, shit!)

(Damn it!)

(Shit, damn it!)

Hello.

Hello.

- Hello, sir. - Are you the Dayanne boy?

Yes, but it’s pronounced “Dayan.”

Yes. Are you done?

Almost.

My daughter’s out. You can go now.

Go to the bathroom—it’ll be better that way.

[he exhales]

[calm jazz music]

[the door opens]

- (Arnaud!) - (Aren’t you asleep yet?)

(Mom and Dad got into another fight.)

(Surprising...)

(Dad woke up at noon.)

(It’s 1 a.m. I’m exhausted.)

- (Think they’ll divorce?) - (What?)

(What are you talking about? Stop overthinking things, go to sleep.)

(I saw Dad, all alone at the café.)

(So what? Isn’t he allowed to go by himself?)

(He looked sad.)

(Arnaud!)

(Wait, you still don’t get it?)

(Get what?)

(Arnaud, what don’t I get?)

[he sighs]

(Dad’s unemployed.)

(He got fired.)

(I don’t know why he doesn’t want us to know.)

(Come on, go to sleep.)

[rock music]

[radio] Cabinet meeting: Michel Delebarre will propose

measures to promote part-time work. - That’s it.

Coming? Drop you at the station?

- Yeah, I’m coming. - What are you doing?

Playing ping-pong.

Huh?

- I’m putting things away. - Oh.

[radio]

I’m heading out. Have a good day, and work hard.

You too, Dad.

Yves, come take a look!

- I’m going to be late. - Come on, cut it out. Come here!

- (Where’d you find that?) - (Right there, in your son’s closet.)

- (In the closet?) - (Yes!)

(But how many?)

(I’d say at least 5,000 francs, maybe even more.)

- (Maybe even more than that?) - (Yes!)

- (What’s he up to now?) - (I don’t know!)

(This worries me. You need to talk to him.)

- (Um... yeah.) - (Seriously, tonight!)

(Yeah, I’m going to talk to him.)

(Yes.)

Go on, Vincent, tell me.

What, the presentation?

Come on, tell me! You’re such a pain.

Well, it went well.

- That’s it? - Nothing will ever happen,

unless you believe in miracles. - That’s true.

A miracle...

Something like this, for example?

Or rather, miracles like that.

- Whoa! - Damn, no way!

- Wait. - Show me.

- Not her lips. - No, not her lips.

Give it back.

- Is that really her? - Those aren’t her lips.

Come on, let me smell it—show me.

- I mean it. - The old lady’s here.

Come on, let’s go.

Hello.

[the boys] Hello.

[pop-rock music]

- Done. - (About time!)

(I picked that one.)

- (That sounds good.) - (Damn...)

- (What now?) - (Go.)

- (No, wait!) - (Stop freaking out.)

- (OK.) - (OK.)

Hello, ma’am.

- Hello. - We’ll take these three.

So, Il Sorpasso.

Well, I can see I’m dealing with some movie buffs.

[chuckles]

Dino Risi, Vittorio Gassman. A masterpiece.

- That’s it. - Yeah.

So, A Man and a Woman, by Claude Lelouch.

Beautiful.

Wow! Jean-Louis Trintignant, Anouk Aimée.

- Yeah. - “Chabadabada.”

It’s so good!

I’m glad. Because usually,

teenagers rent American nonsense and Bruce Lee movies.

We’re not like that.

- Not our style. - We don’t do that.

- Yeah. - It’s good.

It’s good to think things through and give your brain a good polish.

Yeah, we love giving it a good polish.

[they laugh]

The Gold Tush.

I don't know it. What's this movie?

[they mumble]

Yeah, it’s you, Thierry—

you told me about it. - You know it.

You talk a big game. You know it all.

Yeah, yeah... It’s kind of a Western.

- I think so. - It’s a great adventure movie.

There were some good reviews in Télé Poche.

Yeah.

[Vincent] What’s he telling her?

- I’m so pissed. We were so close. - Finally, no one was home.

- [Nino] I’m so bummed. - [he sighs]

[Thierry] So?

(Damn, I knew it!)

[he laughs]

- Oh shit, Oussman! - How'd you do that?

- I messed with her head. - We’ve got to hurry.

Thierry, in position.

- Why me? - We’ll take turns.

- You go. - Shit, what a pain.

We got the tape thanks to me.

- I’m going to hide it. - And I have a VCR.

So, you keep an eye on things.

- [he sighs] - Come on, go.

[Oussman sighs]

Switch in 10 minutes.

- Yeah. - Always me...

Go ahead, press “play.”

[background music]

Oh yeah!

Wow!

[the door unlocks]

- What are you doing? - (Shh.)

[in Italian] Nino, are you there?

- Damn it, Thierry! - There was no one there!

What do we do?

I don’t know! Get lost.

[in Italian] I walked 40 minutes from Saint-Lazare because of the strikes.

I can’t take it.

[whirling music]

[she sighs]

Ah!

Hello, kids.

Hello, Mrs. Bernini.

[in Italian] We rented a video.

That’s great.

[Mrs. Bernini] A Man and a Woman—I love it.

Where are you up to?

- The part where it rains. - You’ve never told me about other women.

Do you like it?

- Yes. - Yes, very much so.

[film theme]

♪ Chabadabada... ♪

Hey, What’s-his-name!

Oh! Hi. What are you doing here?

I came to see a friend in Building D.

That’s funny—I live in Building B.

Yeah, that’s funny.

- The rain’s a pain, huh? - Yeah, it’s a pain.

If you don’t live far away, can I borrow your jacket?

Well, I’m not a fan of this style, but...

I’m going to get my hair wet, and I don’t feel like it.

[Berger] No, I didn’t say that.

- You said it. - I’m just being careful.

I’m doing my job.

Jehovah’s Witnesses used to dress like sacks, just like you.

No soliciting.

Moshé, can you confirm that we have an appointment?

- Moshé? What’s that? - Yeah, that’s it.

I’m the one who’s late.

- For Hebrew class. - Here.

All right. I think we all have the same God.

Whether it’s Jesus, or your own...

Or worse, Black people’s and Arabs’.

Worst of all—the Jews’.

We’re all cut from the same clock. And at the same time,

I’m the one saying this, and

I’m not even baptized. That’s a good one.

These theories are fascinating, but we’ve already wasted enough time.

- And where’s your kippah? - I can’t find it.

Take mine—we’re running late.

Why’s your jacket still on?

- The coming of the Messiah? - [he laughs]

- I’m just a little cold. - You’re a little cold?

Pick up where we left off.

[he sings in Hebrew]

Louder—I’ve told you this a hundred times already.

At the synagogue, we play to the back row, too.

[he sings in Hebrew]

Come on.

[he sings in Hebrew]

[he corrects him]

[he mumbles]

You didn’t study, did you?

You don’t seem very focused.

Here’s your cassette back.

I recorded your portion.

Listen to it at least once a week to practice.

Yes, okay.

Stand up. Have you started learning the speech?

A little, yes.

A little...

Go ahead, I’m listening.

Dear family, friends,

it is with immense joy that I stand here...

Better. I want to hear you from the living room.

Louder. Think of the deaf ones,

the ones who are 20 meters away from you.

- Louder. - It is with immense joy that

I would like to... - Come on.

I’d like to thank you all for gathering here,

as I leave childhood behind and enter adulthood.

Come on, even louder.

For I leave childhood behind and enter adulthood.

Um... This event symbolizes the beginning of the journey

that teaches us to understand that our

actions shouldn’t be driven by our instincts or impulses.

Moshé?

I realize that today, I’m stepping into the realm

of responsibility

and that I’m going to have to

fully accept the consequences of my actions.

- Be careful, it’s fragile. - What is it, Sandrine?

That’s a computer.

[Yves] A computer? But what for?

But it’s for my training. The office is lending it to me.

[Yves] How do we set it up? It’s hard.

[Berger] Not too hard.

- Don’t worry. - Thanks, we’ll manage.

What do you mean, “we’ll manage”? You’re going to manage?

- Yeah, sure. - Don’t put that on it.

- Don't want to damage it. - It's cardboard, Sandrine.

- Stop getting worked up. - I’m not!

Watch what you’re doing.

Enough mess already!

- Come on. - Gently, please.

Go ahead!

Come on, I’ll guide you.

Go ahead.

- Take that off me. - Give it to me.

[Sandrine] It’s always the same with you.

I can handle this on my own. Press the...

[Yves] There, it’s broken. Here we go.

There you go. Okay, that should work.

Ah! It works.

[Berger] It works. It’s magic, isn’t it?

I don't know how to thank you. I have this exam.

This training, I mean—I’m not up to par.

I can't count on Yves for that.

I wouldn't call him for a flat.

Or a light bulb, either.

[they laugh]

Let's say he's not handy.

- No. - That’s it, yeah. He’s not handy.

- There you go. - Yves went to college.

He’s even an executive, by the way.

So, Sandrine, “sit yourself down.”

(Thanks.)

(Thanks.)

- Um... - So...

Let’s start simple.

Now press Control-Shift.

Control... and Shift, that’s...

- There. - Alt?

There you go. But it really has to be coordinated.

- Shift. - Alt, Alt, Shift... No, that’s a D.

And yet, I used to play the piano.

Me, the mandolin.

- Oh, really? - No.

[they laugh]

[still laughing]

That’s so funny.

I didn’t see that coming.

I didn’t prepare. Let’s try this.

Now pick up the mouse.

And the arrow—you’re going to put it on “them” little icon.

Okay, so...

- This way? - Yeah. And you click...

- Hard to control. - So I see.

- Yeah, yeah. - Right there.

- And I... - Listen, Sandrine...

- I can’t do it. - I...

- Let me try. - Yes.

You really have to...

There, go gently.

- There, like that. - Okay.

You can make little circles, click.

That makes a square.

If you do it like that, it jerks.

Yeah. Oh, it’s jerking now.

Oh, right.

Oh man, that... That jerks a lot.

- It jerks enormously. - Mr. Berger,

my wife gets the idea. I’d

prefer we stick with “Mrs. Dayan.” We’d like to have dinner, if you don’t mind.

I don't mind.

That’s great. I’ll walk you out.

- Thank you. - The pleasure is all mine.

Oh, what on earth is that, huh?

It smells really good in here.

[pressure cooker whistles]

Well, you...

You... you... want...

You... You're amazing.

Amazing.

- Yeah. - Good evening.

All right, have a good evening.

[he sighs]

[slight static]

[“In Between Days” by The Cure]

[knock]

- Who’s that? - Dad.

Turn it down a bit. I’d like to talk for a minute.

[he turns down the volume]

Okay.

While cleaning out your closet, your mom found an envelope.

What? Is she going through my stuff?

No, not snooping— she’s putting away

what you leave lying around. She found this envelope.

We’d like an explanation.

It’s nothing—it’s my business.

That’s your business?

What are you up to?

You won’t make 6,400 francs just by spinning records.

Wait, I can’t believe it. Did you count them?

Arnaud, are you on drugs?

What are you talking about?

Where’d that come from?

Nothing, it’s...

I’m selling my compilation tapes.

That’s it.

- No way it brings in that much. - Well, it does.

Right now, I’ve got The Cure’s last concert in Blackpool: 250 francs.

250 francs?

Joy Division’s The Unplugged Life,

300.

Same thing with the Cocteau Twins.

[TV] The population of future Algeria was of

diverse origins.

[he sighs]

What’s with that hat?

Abourmad forgot it.

Take it off. Come on, go to bed

Arnaud put his music on again.

Go to my room and read.

What did he say?

Everything’s fine.

He’s doing all right, huh.

Turns out he sells cassettes.

Some pretty rare live compilations. Everything’s fine.

And you believed him?

I’m heading back there.

[knock]

Excuse me, it’s me again. Can you turn the music down a bit?

[he turns it off]

Um...

No, Arnaud, I was just thinking about something.

Well, this is going to sound strange, but the...

the cash machine downstairs at my office swallowed my credit card.

Of course I called my banker,

but there’s a delay. - How much?

Let’s be very clear: it’s a loan.

How much?

Around 700 francs would really help me out.

But remember, this is a one-time thing. Okay?

You could think of it as a family loan.

Yeah, I get it.

I’ll pay you back. I’ll write you a check.

Easy, Dad, you’re not writing me a check.

No, no, no!

I’m serious.

It’s very important to me.

Put that in the savings account we opened for you with your mom.

No need to bring it up with her—it’ll just worry her.

- That works. - Thanks.

(Honey?)

(I can’t carry you anymore. You have to go to your room.)

[rock music]

(Just this once, you’re going to sleep in the living room.)

(Good night, sweetheart.)

- Mom? - (Yes.)

What are we, first and foremost?

Are we French?

Are we Jewish? Are we African?

I didn’t quite understand.

Listen, we’re a little bit of all that at once.

On my family’s side in Algeria,

we’ve been French since Crémieux,

whereas on Dad’s side, in Morocco, it’s a protectorate.

So they’re Moroccan.

But what is Crémieux?

[she laughs softly]

It was a politician who decided

to grant French citizenship to the Jews of Algeria.

But we’d been there for centuries.

And one day, later—much later—

we had to leave,

you know.

We left everything behind just like that, overnight.

The sun.

The blue sea...

The bougainvillea, the jasmine.

Friends.

Home.

The furniture.

The coffee was still piping hot on the table, and...

We found ourselves on the deck of the boat heading for Marseille.

I’ll never forget the coastline fading into the distance, slowly.

I'm glad we're talking about this, you know.

That you’re asking me, because...

I can imagine how confusing this must be for...

for you.

[radio]

[woman] Yes, sir?

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, hello? Yes, hello, ma'am.

Yes, yes, this is Yves Dayan speaking.

Yes, I’m calling about the ad

you posted.

- Are you an executive? - Yes, I’m an executive, absolutely.

I just spent 15 years at Moulinex as an executive.

I thought my background might...

Sorry, but the position has already been filled.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, but of course, if the position’s already filled, that...

I understand.

What I can offer you... Hello?

[dial tone]

[the door opens]

Hi, Dad.

Hey, son.

I had a meeting that ended early, so…

I’m working from home.

Yeah, I get it.

Your girlfriend is waiting for you in your room.

What girlfriend?

Your little girlfriend.

What, already? She’s already here?

But where is she? I don’t get it.

In your room.

It’s been quite a while. You should go.

[radio music]

“Call us, we’re here, we’re here”…

People are calling us,

calling back from Pas-de-Calais.

We’re calling the post office in…

Do you like New Wave?

Oh, actually, that’s…

- I love it, too. - Really?

Are those your tapes?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they’re mine. I have plenty of them.

And I even make mixtapes.

I’ve got some super-rare bootleg imports.

Here, I have...

Joy Division,

and there’s also...

There’s also Smith Robert live in

Blackpool, April ’82.

Take it if you want.

Well, thanks—that’s cool.

I thought you’d be more into funk.

- Yeah. - [chuckles]

I mean, funk...

When you realize that the sun is shining

and the moon is rising among the stars...

♪ Moonlight! Sunshine! ♪

No, yeah, funk is more my brother’s thing, yeah.

- Do you two share a room? - That’s me!

By the way, that’s mine.

And are you two close?

What are you doing?

Sometimes we have trouble letting go of each other.

Come on, Yves! Aren’t you ashamed of eavesdropping?

(Vincent is with a girlfriend.)

(Here?)

(It gives me chills.)

- (Chills, seriously?) - (Yeah.)

(That brings back memories.)

(When we first met?)

(No, no, before that.)

(Oh, you’re such an idiot.)

We have quite a few things in common.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

Except for the movies.

You don’t have many posters.

I’m more of a movie buff, you know.

For Italians, I love Dino Risi.

For Lelouch, it’s “The Man and the Woman.”

I guess you don’t know it.

The boring French ones where they’re always at the table?

No, but that’s not all.

Maybe you know the song “Chabadabada”?

Go ahead, sing.

Oh no, I’m not going to sing.

Yeah, go ahead, please.

- You don’t want to? - Nah, that’s so embarrassing.

I’m going to go, then.

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪

♪ Lalala ♪

- ♪ Chabadabada... ♪ - Louder.

♪ Lalala Chabadabada ♪

♪ Chabadabada Lalala ♪

- ♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪ - [she laughs]

(♪ Lalala Chabadabada chabadabada ♪)

Come on, stop it now!

- (Wait, he’s singing!) - (He’s singing?)

(What’s he singing?)

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada Lalala ♪

(I know that one!)

- (A movie.) - (Don’t know which.)

(Delon, Mireille Darc.)

- (No!) - (Yes!)

(Wait! Yes, it’s... No.)

(Listen, it’s the part of the movie where they’re in the car.)

- (It rains all the time.) - (No.)

- (No!) - (Wait.)

(It’s Belmondo and Annie Girardot!)

(♪ Chabadabada chabadabada... ♪)

- (Upset?) - (I’m more of a movie buff.)

- (That’s all.) - (A buff?)

(You’re out in 5!)

(Seriously, you never remember anything.)

I had another huge fight with my dad.

Oh yeah? What happened?

It’s always hell between us.

This morning at breakfast, he saw me with this.

- (Oh yeah.) - He lost it.

And he doesn’t even know I’ve been active in SOS Racisme for three months

and that I’ve handed out flyers twice at the RER station exit.

He’s narrow-minded and biased.

I hate him. Always the same old song and dance.

What about your mom—is it the same with her?

My mom has to put up with him.

But she can’t stand him anymore.

Now it’s war. I’m going to do everything I can to piss him off.

I could date an Arab or a Black guy

just to piss him off.

Yeah, that’s a good idea.

Or I can help you. There’s a better way to piss him off.

Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?

A Jew.

A Jew? Yeah, I hadn’t thought of that.

- But wait, it gets even better. - Even better?

- Hmm. - Go ahead, I’m listening.

An Arab Jew.

Oh no, what a nightmare for him!

But if that exists, I’m going for it. The question is where to find one.

Right in front of you.

You’re an Arab Jew?

My middle name is Moshé. My father is from Morocco.

He was born in Meknes.

And my mom left Algeria in ’62 because of Crémieux.

She took the boat...

The pier receding into the distance, the coffee still warm on the table.

Quite a story.

(Did you tell him that?)

- (No, not at all.) - (Well, ’62...)

- (The hot coffee with the boat.) - (What, the boat?)

(You guys flew here! Your dad brags about it.)

(You a historian?)

(We left in ’62. Did I make up the part about the hot coffee?)

(A stewardess served it.)

(You’re pissing me off!)

I’m going to go. There’s “Songs on Demand” on NRJ.

- You can listen to it here. - You don’t know my dad.

If I take too long, he’ll call the cops and file a missing person report.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Thanks, you’re a sweetheart.

Bye. Think it over if you need me to piss him off.

You know where to find me.

So what are we doing about the presentation?

- Relax, I’ve got it. - Well, thanks.

And don’t forget to give me back my lipstick.

Ah, but I don’t…

- I… - It’s my mom’s.

- Ah, OK. - Well then, bye,

Moshé. Is that your middle name?

Yeah, that’s it.

Bye, Geneviève.

- How do you know? - I just know.

- How’d you know? - Your middle name, right?

Alright, bye, Geneviève. Ciao.

["Georgy Porgy" by Toto]

So, handsome,

are you taking it or not? You’ll have to decide.

- Can you repeat the... - 1,524 francs.

It hasn’t changed since earlier.

OK, thanks. Well...

- So? - I’ll think about it.

Think about it, but not too much. The black one is the coolest.

It sells fast, trust me.

Yeah, I know.

Come on...

[he sighs]

- There you go. - (I can’t believe this.)

What were you thinking?

Aren’t you ashamed?

It was pure luck that I was home.

Or we’d have come to collect you.

We were going to pick you up at the police station.

Did you hear what the penalty is?

Sir, could you tell him again what the penalty is?

Well, a 50,000-franc fine and three years in prison.

50,000 francs and three years? Can you believe it?

Three years!

But I’m not going to jail, am I?

Oh, well, I don’t know.

Oh, well, we don’t know.

[he sighs]

Well...

Apparently, it’s his first time. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy.

No, he’s not a bad guy.

You could say he took the wrong exit.

Plus, he explained your situation to me.

[he sighs]

Well...

So I’m willing to let it slide.

[Sandrine] Thank you, really.

Come on, let’s go.

And thank the gentleman.

- Thanks. - His jacket and his things.

We had to search him

as a precaution. - Of course, I understand.

There’s the parental release form to sign.

Go on, I’ll catch up. I’ve got it.

And with that, the matter is closed.

I don’t want you to worry like that.

We’ve got some savings set aside. Everything’s fine.

I’m going to a lot of interviews. Things are starting to pick up.

So, everything’s fine.

Don’t forget that I’m an executive.

No, I don’t forget that.

There you go.

So?

- So, everything’s fine. - Everything’s fine.

It’s no big deal. It’s just one of life’s little trials.

I should’ve told you.

I didn’t. That was a mistake on my part.

But I promise you, everything’s fine.

Don’t mention it to your brother. I’ll handle it myself.

- (Okay.) - Go ahead.

- Weren’t you being a little too harsh? - No.

I was pretty firm with him, though.

[music from the movie “A Man and a Woman”]

[Yves] You’re going crazy—

with your big computer, your meetings, your training...

You’re not really here.

- You’re in a bubble. - I’m not in a bubble.

- Well, yeah. - No, it’s just that after

15 years at this company, I’m suffocating.

I need a change, a new direction. New opportunities are on the horizon.

Oh, really?

So why didn’t you just tell me about it directly?

Because I don’t know how to handle this situation anymore.

Arnaud’s dealing stuff. The kid steals down jackets.

I’m panicking a little.

We’re taking on water, and I’m the only one bailing.

I didn’t tell you about it because...

Because you feel sorry for me?

I know it’s hard, but we’re all fragile now, and

I can’t pass up this opportunity.

Not right now, anyway.

Listening to you, I feel like I’m being punished.

I’m being punished, I must be.

I must have done something really bad.

What are you talking about? You’re not being punished.

I mean, you’re not the only one. Have you seen the numbers?

- I don’t know. - You’ve just had some bad luck.

I don’t know, I was happy there.

I was working, I was an executive, and then...

I just don’t have a place anymore, I guess.

You’ll be okay.

You know that, right?

Mmh.

You’ll find your place again.

Hello. Yves Dayan. I have an interview at 4:15 p.m.

- Am I late? - No problem. Right behind you.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

["Ma Place dans le trafic," by Francis Cabrel]

Secanez, hello.

♪ The day is just breaking ♪

♪ I’m already on my feet ♪

♪ And already, I’m wandering ♪

♪ A blade across my cheeks ♪

♪ The steaming coffee ♪

♪ The elevator waiting for me ♪

♪ And the engine I start ♪

♪ Help me take it slowly... ♪

♪ To take my place in traffic ♪

♪ To take my place in traffic ♪

♪ I wish someone would come and set me free ♪

♪ But the one I’ve just chosen ♪

♪ Gave me just enough to survive ♪

♪ And there’s not enough time to run away ♪

♪ I remain a prisoner of my promises ♪

♪ To all those carpet sellers ♪

♪ That lull me to sleep On thick wool ♪

♪ And that force me, at the end of every night ♪

♪ To take my place in traffic ♪

♪ To take my place in traffic ♪

♪ And when I don’t want to talk to anyone ♪

♪ When I’ve got the blues ♪

♪ I’m going to pick up my phone ♪

♪ And I dial 12 ♪

♪ I’m a mutant, a new kind of man ♪

♪ I don’t even own my own desires ♪

♪ I perfume myself with carbon monoxide ♪

♪ I’m afraid to know How I’ll end up ♪

♪ I watch the rebels drift away ♪

♪ I feel cramped in my own skin ♪

♪ But I swore by the law of scales ♪

♪ If one day I want to die right at the top ♪

♪ I’ve got to find my place in the traffic ♪

♪ Let me take my place in traffic ♪

[jingle]

[radio] Artists, I salute you.

Welcome to your departure hub,

RTL, Calberson,

on the roof of the Calberson warehouses

high above Paris, right at the gateway to Aubervilliers.

Well, that said,

call as usual starting now at 720-22-11.

["I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters]

It’s an important year.

Your report card really isn't great.

It’s not great. Most of the grades are below average.

In French, you sleep in class.

- Here you go, that’s exactly 1,000 francs. - Thanks.

You need to think about your future.

That’s right. I’ll think about the future.

Are you going to cash the check now?

Later is better.

- That’s better. - Did you tell him?

Yeah, that’s fine.

- For Saturday night, too? - What?

Given your report card, you’d better stay and work.

There’s a big concert. You know what that means.

- Oh, really? - Be firm. He’s getting to work!

- Dad... - (We’ll talk later.)

- There’s no “we’ll talk later.” - [door opens]

Come and go all you want. Saturday night, you stay and work.

That’s more reasonable.

- No, that’s impossible! - Impossible? Look.

- Confiscated. Now it’s possible. - Give me that!

Dad! No, give that back! That’s theft!

You have no idea how much that’s worth!

- Still, 1,524 francs... - Otherwise, I have other styles,

other brands—more affordable ones.

No, he needs the one with the flying duck on the back.

Yeah, ducks are in style.

Yeah, that’s right, yeah.

Yeah, that’s the trend.

- Oh, well... - Yeah, I know.

Otherwise, are there…

Is there one that’s a little used or…

[chuckles]

I sell clothes, not cars.

- [embarrassed chuckle] - Yeah.

Or with a little flaw, a sleeve that’s a little shorter…

Wait here a minute.

That one’s a little less in demand.

I can try to do something.

It’s the real deal. Goose down…

- Nice. - Right size.

Hey, flying duck.

It’s nice. It’s

a little pink. I mean, it looks a little…

- A bit girly. - Top of the line.

Right now, it’s…

It really doesn’t help me that it’s pink.

Well, yeah!

- [rock music] - [knocking]

Hey there.

How long are you going to sulk?

Until you give me back my tapes.

Listen…

No, you listen. I’ve done all my homework.

I worked ahead. I got an 11 on my essay.

11.5.

11.5? Wow.

Okay. Well, do you want your tapes?

Go help your brother with his presentation.

Is this blackmail?

Yeah, that’s right.

"Hand in hand for history."

So?

- Well, I don’t know. - First of all,

who’s that?

[Vincent] That’s Mitterrand.

Mitterrand, not Mittrand. Damn, you sound just like Dad.

And the other one?

The other one, I don’t know.

The bear in Le Bébête Show?

- What? Raymond Barre? - Yeah.

You’re so clueless.

Helmut Kohl, the German chancellor.

Reread what’s written below.

[he sighs]

"Kohl and Mitterrand, in front of the Douaumont Ossuary."

- “Hand in hand for history.” - For history?

Why? Doesn’t that strike you as odd?

Go ahead, I don’t know.

This is the first time they’ve been seen together and are open about it.

Open about what?

This is the first time a gay couple has come out like this in public.

Heads of state, no less!

- You’re talking nonsense. - Nonsense?

So why are they holding hands like that, huh?

20 photographers there. You hold your pals’ hands?

- Well, no. - Well, no.

When the photo leaked last year,

it caused a huge stir.

Mitterrand spilled everything to the press.

What he said was that he was living a quiet life

with his wife and kids...

And that one day, at a summit, in a hallway, he ran into Kohl.

Something happened,

like... boom!

Love at first sight.

The German too. Fell head over heels right away.

And ever since then, they haven’t let go of each other’s hands.

Mitterrand?

Mmh.

Then there was also Kohl’s book, Ich liebe dich François.

Ich liebe dich, François?

But that’s up to you—if you really want a 20.

Come on, get to work, bonehead!

Your roast isn’t bad, but it’s a little tough.

There’s mustard for anyone who wants some.

Anne-Karine?

- [she sighs] - We’re not done—stay!

I’m not hungry anymore.

What did I say? I didn’t say anything just now.

Slimani, with his son, that makes 9.

12...

Did you invite Jacky?

He’s my cousin. We see him regularly.

Yeah, regularly—every five years.

I can hear you, you know.

I’m inviting him anyway.

In that case, I’ll invite my Aunt Ninette.

The one that looks like Drucker?

Oh, cut it out! Listen, this is ridiculous.

[Vincent] “I’d also like to thank Aunt Renée, Uncle Gaston,

and Jackie for making the trip.”

Clown, you mean me

in your speech, I hope?

- Of course. - Go ahead, I’m listening.

Don’t you prefer to be surprised?

Well, no—go ahead, tell me.

“I’d also like to tell you about my beloved older brother, Arnaud.

“To tell you what a pain in the ass he is.

“Not a day that asshole doesn’t piss me off,

“the stinky-foot bastard...” - I get it.

I’d rather be surprised, after all.

- Awful shoes. - What do you know?

And stop dumping your stuff on my speaker.

What’s this?

- Who’s she? - Give!

- Is she your girlfriend? - Give me that!

Wait, let me check.

Little kiss on the back! So cute!

Do you two kiss?

We’re going to blow the budget.

Between the venue, the DJ, the caterer—not to mention the costumes—

we’re 15,000 francs overdrawn.

- Don’t worry about that. - Oh, really?

When it comes to the bar mitzvah, we always find a way.

Yeah, especially when you believe in miracles.

Yes, Sandrine. Yes, I believe in miracles.

It’s miracles that drive humanity forward.

Oh, really?

I didn’t know.

Here’s another miracle. Your Aunt Ninette is on TV.

Maurice Chevalier used to say that for a show to be a success...

I don’t get it. Why do you have to make fun of my family?

- You know how much empathy I have for her? - Me too.

No, you’re saying she looks like Michel Drucker.

She doesn’t look like him—she is Michel Drucker!

And is your uncle Guy Lux? No.

- One... - Two...

Three!

[inaudible argument]

You really are an idiot!

["Transmission" by Joy Division]

- What you doing? - Out.

- You’re grounded. - So what?

What are you going to do? Are you going to rat me out?

Hey!

When I leave, shut the window and your mouth.

- Give the photo back. - You like her, huh?

Your little sweetheart.

Come on, have a good evening, clown.

["Transmission" by Joy Division]

Oh, come on—how are you supposed to concentrate?

Can you turn it down a little, Anne-Karine?

[static]

[Hebrew singing]

What on earth is that?

I don’t know.

[she laughs]

- And Dad? - [speaking in Italian]

- What’s that, “reunione”? - Shh!

[spoken in Italian]

- Fantastico. - That’s a good sign.

[spoken in Italian]

- Come on. - So, what did she say?

No one’s home until 6:30 p.m.

- Yes! - Only two hours, no more.

- OK. - Sure this time?

- Dead sure. - Downstairs in 30 minutes.

- I’ll go get the tape. - Come on, go!

[“Getaway” by Earth, Wind & Fire]

I heard you’re stealing down jackets?

- Not now, Mr. Berger! - Little punk.

- [Yves] Vincent, is that you? - I’m going right back out!

- [knock] - Dad!

Yeah?

The chess set was in my closet.

I’m taking a bath right now.

- Know where it is? - Where what is?

The chess set!

- [sighs] - [knock]

Dad, do you know where it is or not?

I lent out the chess set.

What? But who did you lend it to?

Who did you lend it to?

Calm down—I’m telling you, I lent it to someone.

But to who?

I lent it to Rabbi Abourmad.

- The rabbi? - He wanted to teach his grandson.

I’m heading out now.

87 out of 100.

- You needed 85. - What do you mean?

The computer test. I passed it.

Ah, way to go. Great job, sweetheart.

- Wait, we have a tiny little problem. - Oh, really? What kind?

Like, come take a look.

Look.

- What’s with him? - No idea.

He’s been silent for two hours.

I gave him the down jacket.

Not a sound out of him. That worries me.

Wait.

Vincent?

What’s going on? Are you in pain?

- I already asked. - Wait.

Huh?

Honey, is something bothering you?

It’s at school, right?

The presentation girl?

I already asked.

(Yves, let me handle it.)

Vincent,

honey,

don’t you want to tell us?

- I... - Yes?

No matter what you say, we’ll love you and you’ll always be our son.

So don’t be afraid. Go ahead.

Yes, go ahead.

Actually...

I have a lot of questions right now.

- Oh, really? Then it’s no big deal. - Yves...

It’s normal to ask questions at your age,

but could you give us an example?

Um...

First of all, why are we here?

That’s because, you know, Dad’s going to find a job again soon.

We’ll go look at some other apartments. And we’ll pick one

where you’ll have your own room.

And Mom got an 87 out of 100 on her computer test.

- 87 out of 100? - Yeah.

But that’s amazing!

[happy laughter]

- Apparently, the cream of the crop. - Ah!

My love, that’s wonderful.

- Thanks. - Bravo.

No, but why are we here on Earth?

Ah!

And...

why do we live and then die?

What...

What's it all for?

And...

why are there people who are sick and suffering?

Where do we go when we die?

Where do we go?

Well...

Honey, we’re going to Heaven. And then, after that, we’re going to paradise.

Yeah, well, maybe.

Maybe we go to paradise. That’s what they say,

generally speaking.

No. No, not “maybe”—no.

Ah, well, yes, Yves,

“maybe.” - Not “maybe.”

- Want to freak him out more? - No.

- Yes. - No one came back.

- We go to paradise. - Not nonsense.

It’s not nonsense!

- Free will. - Want to freak him out?

Being 13 doesn’t mean

he’s a dummy. - Let’s open up an existential rift.

- Manipulation. - He’ll buy it.

We go up to Heaven; we go to paradise.

How do you know if you’re the Messiah or not?

Because... sometimes, I feel like it's me.

Check to see if he has a fever.

Oh no, 37.3 at most.

I don't think you're the Messiah.

Then again, we can’t really be sure.

So, it’s not him, then?

No, so you’re not the Messiah.

- No, not really. - How can you be sure?

- That’s a good question. - Well, um…

Listen, you know, those are pretty big questions, and

they’re not for your age.

This isn’t the time to be thinking about all that.

Enjoy yourself, have fun.

Wait, this is actually very important, Sandrine.

Why would you be the Messiah?

- Where to? - Can I ask him something?

Can I just ask him? Do you know everything in life?

I’m worried. He’s my son.

He’s confused. Let’s not put ideas in his

head. - I’ll ask him anyway.

I don’t know everything.

[she sighs]

I don't know, I just feel it.

- You feel it. - I need Abourmad.

Right away!

- He can tell me. - No, but we’re not going to

show up at the rabbi’s house. Besides, he’s not a doctor.

Rabbis know things. Let’s go.

- That’s nonsense! - We won’t stay long!

Yes. He tells him he’s not the Messiah, and we go home.

- Evening. - Evening.

Sorry to bother you, and thank you for having us.

Your hat.

- Ah, thanks. - And a cake.

Pineapple?

Well, yeah. How do you know that?

- Come in. - Sandrine, he’s a rabbi.

I told you, they know.

Well, yes, rabbis know.

The Messiah is someone with a sense of responsibility.

I think the real question you’re asking yourself

is: What is my place on Earth?

And most importantly, how would the world be different without me?

The passage he’ll read in synagogue—

the parasha Lekh Lekha—shows this very clearly.

God said to Abraham, “Go. Go toward yourself.

“Go your own way. Don’t conform to other men,

“to what’s around you. In other words, go, go,

“and find your place among men.”

- There you go. - And women?

And women. Any other questions?

No. Listen, thank you very much.

- That cleared things up. - I have a question.

No.

Where do we go when we die?

Yves, please. I’m begging you.

- I’d like to ask. - I’m begging you.

Can I use the restroom,

please? - Sure.

Everyone has a lot of questions.

Your son is curious.

I can see how he observes the things around him.

It’s normal to ask yourself existential questions.

All the more so, with the bar mitzvah approaching.

You know, it’s…

He’s not quite a child anymore, but not quite an adult yet.

How can I put this? He’s…

like a star hiding itself.

His questioning is healthy.

That’s very, very beautiful—what you’re saying.

That’s very, very true.

- Vincent, are you serious? - I’ve looked everywhere.

- We’re dead! - I know what to do.

Let’s not overthink it—

we go tell the old lady at the store.

And what’ll you tell her?

"His dad lent the porn to a rabbi."

- [he sighs] - Don’t you think that’s weird?

We should never have rented that tape.

- You’re a pain. - Want some coffee or a cigarette?

Come on, hurry up, hajime.

All that, and we never even got to watch the movie.

I’m well aware that with the emergence of AIDS,

the spread of the virus,

young people hear all sorts of things about sexuality,

condoms, homosexuality…

But here, regarding the issue at hand today,

I don’t know to what extent we’re being serious or joking.

We’re way off topic here. In my 25-year career…

I’ve never seen anything like this.

- We’re appalled, Mrs. Dubois. - So are we.

- It’s true that it’s… - It won’t happen again.

[principal] Talk to him about it.

So, as for these topics we find only mildly amusing—

the Duchesnays... As for the Benamous...

- It’s not the Benamous. - What?

Oh, yeah, that’s the… That’s the dentist, Benamou.

“Hand in Hand for History”—that was the topic.

Didn’t you do all this just to piss off my dad?

Did you do that on purpose?

What do you think?

But you’re a genius.

How’d you get the idea?

How did you even think of that?

It doesn’t matter how I came up with it.

It came to me. It came to me, that’s all.

Who cares, anyway.

You’re quite the character, aren’t you?

I never would’ve believed it because…

the first time I saw you, I kind of thought you were a…

a…

a clown?

Yeah.

Oh, nice.

[she sighs]

["I'm Not In Love" by Kelsey Lu]

[chuckles]

Oh, sorry.

You’re shaking.

Because I’m a little cold.

Is there a door open or...

No, you really are shaking.

[the door opens]

We’re going to have a little chat.

- It’s not the grade... - A 2 won’t help his average.

What an example! What do you make us look like?

- Do you realize that? - [he sighs]

You laugh, Ich liebe dich François?

- You should be ashamed! - Of what?

Pipe down. This is all your fault.

- He’ll thank me one day. - Stop it!

He’ll be more careful when he sees a photo.

It’s called critical thinking. I didn’t invent it.

[overlapping voices]

[“I’m Not In Love” by 10cc]

Are you listening? Anyone there?

Oh, are you waking up?

Hey!

- Clown. - Arnaud!

Are you going to stop now?

I’m starting to get fed up!

Damn it!

- Yes? - Hello, Rabbi.

Actually, I’d like some advice because I’d like to have my bar mitzvah.

Can I come in?

Sure, come in.

Thanks.

Haven’t they gotten back to you yet, Secanez?

Did they at least give you a timeframe?

[radio]

Yves, are you listening to me?

I like doing the dishes.

You’re right, it’s relaxing.

I know you—you’re changing the subject.

They won’t answer me.

You’re not going to start acting like Calimero again, are you?

I’m not acting like Calimero. I didn’t go to the interview.

Well, why?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and…

deep down, being jobless is no accident.

It’s like a stroke of luck. It’s a sign.

Wildcat strikes are breaking out without warning.

You’re really into

what I’m telling you. - Shh!

- What? - Wait.

It’s going to be a total mess.

- It’s a disaster. - What?

The strikes. My interview!

Hurry, drop me off!

- Right now? - Yes, hurry up!

We're going to be late.

I got the part for the dishwasher.

My wife has an important appointment.

Go ahead. No one’s home, but you have the keys.

I have the keys. Wait, you went to the hair salon.

Oh, right. You’re very observant.

Yeah.

It really frames your face—it looks modern.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

She looks like a star, like Deneuve.

I wanted to lighten it and thin it out a bit.

It’s summery—it suits you. It’s bright.

- Not too stiff? - We’ll be late.

Sandrine, good luck.

- Mrs. Dayan. - [the phone rings]

Hello, yes?

Hello, ma’am.

Excuse me, could I speak to your daughter, Anne-Karine?

- Who’s calling? - Robert Smith.

Please hold, I’ll put her on.

Anne-Karine, phone!

Robert Smith for you!

(It’s okay, she’s coming.)

Come on, make it good.

Yes, hello?

Hello, Anne-Karine?

Uh, it’s me.

- Finally, we’re able to talk. - [dial tone]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is something wrong, maybe? Go to your room.

Robert Smith...

Damn, they hung up again.

[car horns]

Just move, damn it!

Unbelievable.

They could have picked any other day.

I’m definitely going to be late.

Move it, we said!

- Calm down, my love. Calm down. - [she sighs]

It’s no use.

- I’m going to be a secretary my whole life. - Not at all.

Sandrine, you’ve put in the work.

You’re ready.

Everyone’s going to be late.

[radio]

I can’t find the words, but I want to say something.

Oh, really? Tell me.

Your hair looks great.

- It really, really suits you. - I’ll walk.

[car horn honking]

[jingle]

It’s the long-awaited moment for the RTL suitcase

a reminder of the amount:

15,657 francs. Today,

we’re heading to the Paris suburbs, more precisely to the west of Paris.

And we’re trying to reach Mr. Dayan,

Yves Dayan, who sent his entry...

- Is this a joke? - It’s not busy—it’s ringing.

[the phone rings]

What a shame!

Are you kidding me? Fabrice!

Fabrice, I’m stuck in traffic!

- Is this a joke? - Last ring.

- Hello? - Who is this?

That was a close call. Hello.

- Hello. - This is Fabrice from RTL.

- Is this Mr. Yves Dayan? - Yes, that’s me.

No, it's me, Yves Dayan!

The amount in the suitcase?

- Who is it? - What’s that?

- Ah, it’s Berger! - The amount

in the suitcase? - What suitcase?

Have you heard of the RTL suitcase?

Yeah, we know it! We write it down every blessed day!

With my little pen!

- Berger! - The Télé 7 Jours coupon...

Oh, that rings a bell. It must be

somewhere. - Look on the fridge, Berger!

- But where? - Do you know the amount?

Yeah, we know, Fabrice, hold on!

Berger, it’s on the fridge!

Berger, it’s on the fridge! Right below the notebook!

Underneath, on the little notebook! 15,657 francs!

On the fridge!

Um, 15,657 francs.

- Yes! - Congratulations, you’ve just

won the prize from the RTL suitcase!

Yes!

- [RTL jingle] - [shouts of joy]

[car horns]

Come on, move!

Move, will you!

Come on, move!

Move it!

[doorbell rings]

Come on in—it’s open.

[video game music]

- So? - You really do take me for a loser.

Look at that.

- Damn, how’d you do it? - Awesome.

- You should’ve let me do it. - Open up!

[video game “game over” music]

- That’s not normal. - Well, yeah, it’s not normal.

It’s starting to get a little creepy.

What you did was so amazing.

I’ll do exactly as you wish.

- Want to split it? - Nah,

the RTL suitcase is your thing. I didn’t win it—you did.

- Are you sure, Mr. Berger? - Yes, I’m sure.

Listen...

[he sighs]

I’d like to ask you for a favor.

Oh, well, yes. Whatever you want.

I want you to stop calling me “Mr. Berger.”

We’ve known each other a while,

and it’s created a bit of a coldness. A little distance.

And my name is Étienne.

There you go.

All right, Étienne.

- Good old Étienne! - Good old Mr. Dayan!

- Huh? What a guy. - It’s crazy what happened!

- Well, that’s a miracle. - Yeah, right.

- It’s a miracle. - Yeah.

Don’t tell my wife. I’d like to surprise her.

OK, don’t say anything to Sandrine.

[chuckles]

To Mrs. Dayan.

To Sandrine.

OK, to Sandrine.

Well, there you go.

Please!

- Yes? - Jacques Duchesnay. Do you remember me?

- Yes, very well. - Good.

I’ll be brief and precise.

I don’t want your son calling under ridiculous aliases anymore.

No more contact with my daughter in class or outside of it.

Do you understand me? Have I made myself clear?

That’s clear enough, yeah.

But honestly, that suits me.

My son won’t date the daughter of a fascist.

Excuse me?

Could you repeat that?

He said to get lost, or you’ll be in trouble.

- What kind? - I could shove

an instrument where the sun don’t shine. - Easy, Étienne.

I didn’t say exactly that, but that’s the gist of it.

Jacques.

Let’s go.

[soft jazz music]

Go ahead. Leave, Mr. Duchesnay.

If you want, I’ll walk you out.

[forced laugh]

[car door and engine]

Vincent, aren’t those your parents over there?

Aren’t you taking the bus with us?

Well, yes, I thought so.

- Well, okay, bye. - Bye.

Well, you know we don’t like any trouble around here.

We try to keep a low profile; we don’t rock the boat.

And we don’t want any trouble with anyone.

So you’re going to listen carefully to your father.

Okay, listen, sweetheart.

In life, you have to make choices.

Those choices have consequences.

They can be restrictive, but they can also be beneficial.

So it’s a little early, but…

What Dad means is: stop hanging out with that Anne-Karine.

Stop calling her.

By summer’s end you won’t remember her name.

Too complicated.

It’ll blow over, you’ll see. Right?

Are we clear?

- Are we agreed? - No, we’re not really agreed.

There’s something you didn’t quite understand.

I don't care if I rock the boat

and don’t give a damn... - Language!

I’ll talk to you however I want! Why?

This isn’t Meknes or Oran in 1950.

I do what I want and see whoever I want.

And that, believe me, is crystal clear.

No lectures from a jobless father who steals from his son

and a neurotic mother who thinks she’s the KGB

and who rummages through the closets to spy on us.

So take a look in the mirror before you lecture me.

What’s gotten into him?

- Did you take money from the envelope? - I just borrowed some.

- I must be dreaming. - I gave him checks as collateral.

My card and the cash machine were down.

Do you think he was going to cash them? Stealing from your own son?

But damn it, I didn’t steal anything!

Even better: no more overdraft!

Miracles do happen, but wouldn’t you know it—

as usual—you ruin everything!

Damn it!

[birds singing]

["Sailing" by Christopher Cross]

[the door opens]

I told Vincent, but he’d rather stay with Nino for a bit.

He’s cooling off.

[in Italian] My love.

That’s Aldo. I’ll be right back.

[in Italian] My love.

- You're late? - A meeting that just wouldn't end.

Who’s there?

Yves, do you know Aldo?

Yeah, sure. We’ve... seen each other around.

- Yes. Are you doing okay? - Very well, thank you.

My love, Yves is looking for a job.

I was thinking: why don’t you ask at your office to

see if they’re hiring right now?

That’s a great idea. I’ll ask about it.

[doorbell rings]

- Thanks. - I’m on my way.

[in Italian] So how long has it been?

What do you mean?

Almost three months.

Laid off due to cost-cutting.

- Terribile. - Terribile.

Do you speak Italian?

(Did a stint at Moulinex)

(But in Milan. I was an executive for a year.)

Executive? I’m an executive, too.

No way, really?

What a shitty time.

A nightmare.

That’s your wife. She’s not coming in—it’s better if you...

(Oh, right.)

I didn’t steal from the envelope. I had no other choice.

I didn't want to worry you.

- I was wrong. - I got the job.

What?

I got the job.

Sales Director.

I just got the confirmation.

Oh, Sandrine!

Wait, you’ll never guess.

I’m an executive.

- Oh, Sandrine, Sandrine! - [chuckles]

[melancholic jazz music]

[Sandrine] One, two, three...

- Surprise! - Ta-da!

So? What do you see?

- A bookshelf. - Yes.

Not just that.

(Go ahead.)

[Berger] I’m the one who builds, who does.

Go ahead, let me see.

We can still join in, though.

So, a bookshelf and...

[groan of exertion]

There you go.

[Yves] So?

Try to contain your excitement. Don’t you get it?

- Got what? - That it’s not...

a bookshelf.

Mom and I are going to sleep in the living room.

You finally have your room.

You’ve got your room!

What, don’t you even care?

[Berger] He does care.

He’s stressed about his little bar mitzvah tomorrow.

[Berger] The big day.

[Sandrine] You don’t need to worry about tomorrow.

Are you okay? What’s the matter?

You’re the one who’s right.

I’m a clown.

[Arnaud sighs]

It’s good that you’re finally realizing that.

That’s the girl from the photo booth, right?

Tell us. What’s the story?

No story behind it—that’s the worst part. There’s nothing.

I heard she’s leaving Paris next year.

Off to boarding school.

All because of me.

Are you in love?

- And did you tell her? - No.

Damn, do I have to spell everything out for you?

- So... - What are you doing?

- Her name? - Anne-Karine.

Anne-Karine?

Try coming up with an idea with a name like that!

[a door opens]

So?

- Really? - Yep.

- Better on you. - It’s small.

Oh no, not at all. It looks great.

Undo the top button,

or it’s too tight, but look at that…

Oh my, Étienne!

Very, very elegant.

That’s nice. Do I have to wear the little hat?

The kippah? No, it’s completely optional.

Well, that said, we’ve got a little issue.

What do we do with the cowboy boots?

That’s non-negotiable.

Is that non-negotiable? Well, I understand.

I understand perfectly.

Um, Yves,

we can say that, now, well...

we’re kind of close. - Yeah. That’s right.

Now we’re close.

I have a small favor to ask of you.

Go ahead. I’m listening, Yves.

So, would it be possible for me to park in spot 26 again?

To get my spot back?

No, Dayan, you’re spot 38.

Couldn’t we just say it’s spot 26? It’s free.

It would make Sandrine happy.

Étienne.

Very, very happy.

- Sandrine, I mean. - Well, I guess...

I’ll have to “mull it under.”

Now we’re close.

That makes me happy, Étienne.

Good old Mr. Dayan! That’s my guy.

I’m going to park my car in spot 26.

Go ahead.

There you go, take it easy.

There’s a little ledge there. Watch your feet.

There you go.

Come on, relax.

- It’s high. - I’ve got you.

Put your feet on the ledge. Come on, look down.

There you go, you jump.

- So, should I go now? - Yeah. Go ahead.

Just like that.

[upbeat jazz music]

(Come on, go for it.)

[inaudible conversation]

[jingle]

[jingle] Songs on demand on NRJ.

[man] Good evening. Time for “Songs on Demand.”

And we’re going to start with a song I love.

This is from Moshé for Geneviève.

I’ll say it again: Moshé for Geneviève.

Probably a retired couple.

We’ve got all generations on NRJ.

And check this out—here’s a very original dedication:

“Robert Smith is hiding right next to Tartuffe.”

Here comes Andrew Gold’s superb “Genevieve.”

Here we go.

["Genevieve," by Andrew Gold]

[TV]

[laughter]

She looks pretty good in pink, too.

Are you shaking?

I'm a little cold.

Yves, you know,

it’s not a good idea for us to take a sleeping pill.

Because tomorrow morning, we have...

[TV] We knew we couldn’t talk you out of it.

You took one, anyway.

And yet, we’ve been through it all.

- [she turns up the volume] - All the pitfalls,

all the rumors, all the misinformation

it’s all happened.

Well, you’re here, after all.

Whether you’re an Arab from Bordeaux,

a Jew from Toulouse, a West Indian from Brest...

To all of you, French people of all cultures,

immigrants from the first to the tenth generation...

[man] Back to the live broadcast, where a concert followed the speech.

On stage, the band Téléphone.

♪ I dreamed of another world ♪

♪ Where the Earth Would Be Round ♪

[man] How does it feel to be here?

It’s really great to be here, all together, standing against racism.

We’re the same—we breathe the same air.

Me, for example—

I’m from Alsace, and he’s an Arab Jew.

Yeah, that’s true.

Who cares? We’re all the same.

Who cares.

♪ I was dreaming reality ♪

No, stop it, Mom.

You’re crazy! You let him out?

- Don’t panic. - Tell me it’s not true. Not tonight.

- You’re not that crazy? - I’ll explain.

Can you let me finish?

But explain what? We’ve been getting ready for this for months.

And you—you leave your brother out there all alone in the dead of night.

Are you trying to kill me?

- No, I don’t. - You do!

Did you want him to be in a bad mood tomorrow?

You can see that it’s... Look at me.

He’s been listless and crying for days now.

I know tomorrow is important. But trust me, tonight

was super important to him. - Why is tonight so important?

He’s in love.

It’s the first time.

- Is she the girl from the presentation? - [he nods]

So trust me.

He’ll be there tomorrow on the first metro. OK?

Mom, everything’s fine. Everything’s fine.

(But what if your dad finds out?)

(But he won’t know.)

Huh? This stays between us.

(Come here.)

[he sighs]

(What time is the first metro?)

(5 a.m.)

(5:30 a.m.)

(Come on, it’ll be fine.)

(Hey, tomorrow he’s a man.)

(You’ll have to get off his back.)

(You’re not ready.)

- (You’re not ready.) - [chuckles]

(No, you’re not ready.)

(No, you’re not ready. Come here.)

(You’ll make me cry.)

[he’s snoring]

♪ A world less down-to-earth ♪

♪ Yeah, I wanted to throw it all away ♪

♪ I was walking with my eyes closed ♪

♪ I couldn’t see my feet anymore ♪

♪ I was dreaming of reality ♪

♪ My reality ♪

♪ Put me to bed ♪

♪ Forgave me ♪

♪ My reality ♪

♪ Forgave me ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ They dance, they dance, they dance, they dance ♪

♪ They dance, they dance, they dance, they dance ♪

♪ They dance, they dance, they dance, they dance ♪

[soft jazz music]

- (It’s okay.) - Is he here?

- What’s wrong? - Nothing. Go back to sleep.

In fact, today... I forget that part every time.

[he mumbles]

Today, for me, is not a day like any other.

A turning point.

A decisive milestone.

And I’d like to share my deepest feelings with you all.

I can’t help but say a few words to my family,

starting with my brother.

Arnaud, even though you’ve often treated me like a punching bag,

even though I can still feel your gentle hand in my hair,

you are… and you will always be

my role model, my guide, my hero.

And I hope that you and I

will never let go of each other.

My thoughts are with all those who are no longer with us. Those who have left us.

My grandparents, Jeanine and Albert.

From where they are,

they’re watching over me and protecting me.

Wherever they are.

[chuckles]

I’m still waiting for an answer, by the way.

Dad,

your influence has guided my every step.

Even though you and I

don’t talk much,

our relationship is stronger than the things left unsaid.

Just having you here is enough for me.

You’re my anchor, my guide,

my compass.

In short,

you’ll always be an executive to me.

Um...

Mom, what would I be without you?

It’s thanks to you that I’m standing here.

Your love, your tenderness, your legendary calm.

Well, as you can tell, there’s a bit of irony here.

Mom,

without your stubbornness, perseverance, and standards,

I wouldn’t be equipped to face the life that awaits me.

I love you, Mom.

With infinite love.

[she knocks]

Can I come in?

Yes.

Are you okay? You’re not too stressed out?

No, it’s fine.

You’re handsome.

Actually, the shoes are too small.

Oh, really?

A month ago, they fit you fine.

Now they don’t fit me anymore.

- What do we do? - I’ll find another pair.

Don’t worry.

No, do your hair right today.

Do whatever you want, but tie your hair back.

- Don’t embarrass me in front of the family. - Hey, Dad,

ask me if you want to dye your hair.

So it lasts.

Yeah, well, whatever. Come on, tie your hair back.

- You got him a pink jacket? - [he laughs]

[Yves] That’s non-negotiable!

[“Dernier Domicile connu” by François de Roubaix]

[melancholic jazz music]

[“Sailing” (Christopher Cross)]

Subtitles: Émilie Nicolas

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France