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A photochemical restoration
and a digitization of the original film

in its full-length version were done
with the support of the CNC.

Following the wishes of Chris Marker,
Pierre Lhomme, the co-director,

then cut some 20 minutes
for the theatrical version.

The 2K scans,
the picture and sound restoration,

were done by Mikros Image.

Is it the most beautiful city
in the world?

We should discover it at dawn,

afresh,
free of habits and memories.

Make it out, using methods

from detective stories:
telescopes and microphones.

Paris is the city to which
we come without memories,

to which we return years later,

to see if the same keys
still open the same doors.

If there remains

the same proportion of fight to fog

of cynicism to tenderness.

If an owl still hoots at dusk,

if a cat still lives on an island,

if we still have
the same allegorical names:

The Vale of Grace.

The Golden Door.

The Break of Day.

The loveliest set in the world,

where 8 million Parisians
applaud or jeer the play.

In the end, only they can tell us

what Paris is made of

in the month of May.

THE LOVELY MONTH OF MAY

A film by Chris Marker
and Pierre Lhomme

assisted by

Narrator

Executive producer

Librettist

Musician

Investigators

Sound men

Image men

Henchmen

Scissor women

The scene is set in May 1962,

considered by some at the time
as "the first spring of peace."

Part One
PRAYER ON THE EIFFEL TOWER

1st May 1923,
Jean Giraudoux went up on

the Eiffel Tower and wrote:

"I gaze down on 1,000 acres

"where countless ideas
were born, uttered, written.

"The global crossroad most free,

"most elegant, least hypocritical.

"The light air, the void below:

"the many-layered strata of spirit,
logic and taste.

"Here, work accidents are
accidents of thought.

"Here, stooped backs

"and wrinkled faces

"were the result of reading, printing
and binding Descartes and Pascal.

"In this acre, gazing at Watteau

"caused the most crows-feet.

"Here, hurrying to post Corneille,

"Racine and Hugo
caused the most varicose veins.

"Here, a worker broke a leg

"fixing the nameplate
on Danton's door.

"Here on Quai Voltaire

"the most blood was spilled
fighting despotism.

"Here is the square
where on the day he died,

"flowed the blood of Molière."

1st May 1962, rue des Patriarches

It's boring
when you work in this heat...

It's no fun, you slave away.

For my wife, one thing counts.

"How much did you make?"

She loves me for what I earn.

Between my boss bawling me out
and my wife...

I'm at peace commuting.
But now I drive in.

I'm not at peace anymore.

When are you free?

When I'm driving in light traffic.

Because I work, work, work.

Sundays, Mondays, Saturdays.

Why? For money.
I have loans, rent, all that.

I gotta keep working.

Some guys earn less than me.

Doing what hours?
9 am to 6 pm.

- And you?
- 9 am to 8 pm.

And I'm always on my feet.

You can't do it for long,
stay on your feet.

After 8 you're free?

Free to get yelled at by my wife?

Free for what?
Home at 8.

At 8.30 I eat.

At 9, turn on the TV.
We're fine.

We both watch on our own.

So we don't talk.

If I fidget, she says:

"Sit still.
Turn the TV off."

When I get home:
"I'm so tired."

I say:
"Yes, you're tired."

Lucky there aren't two.

Two what?

Two channels.

You'd have to choose.

I'd buy two sets
and work harder.

And vacations?

I go to Italy.

To Italy.

You're free then?

No, a peaceful vacation is no good.

I need noise. I dance all night.

Daytime I rest in bed.

Daytime, I don't know...

My wife looks after the kids.

So I have some freedom, not much.

When are you happy?

When am I happy?

When I sell a suit.

Cash in the till.

Lots of cash in the till.

All that counts is cash.

- That's all?
- Sell, sell, sell. That's all.

And the kids' health.

Knock on wood.

When the kids are healthy.

I'm not worried.

What matters is cash in the till.

And then what?
You put it in to take it out.

How come?

To use it.

I buy more suits.

Not much margin.

That's modern society.

For me: suits,
for others: cars or movies.

Like your work.

Why produce a movie?
To make another.

What do you do with the money?

You do the opposite now?

I wouldn't say that.

So why do you want...

I buy suits.

You go to movies.

Me, movies?

There isn't much on.

Not much on?

What's on now?

Cleo from 5 to 7.

I'll go see it.

And Marienbad.

"Marienbad"?
Oh, no...

A bit too...

I'm a simple guy.

I'm sorry.

Who says it's for intellects?

You have to figure it out, and I...

You understand stuff?

I won't rack my brains.

Why fork out money
to figure things out?

Isn't it nice?

Sitting racking my brains,

isn't worth it.

I like these movies:

when stylish people pull pistols,

shoot each other, then make calls.

And I like...

I like historical movies.

You prefer killing or calling?

Killing, then calling.

Why do you like it?

Why?
I like watching Superman.

I have a hang-up: I'm dumpy.

I like seeing the beefcake

bust everything up.

Mind being different?

It's liberating.

In what way?

I think: "If I was like him..."

And at night, I think:
"I'd have done this..."

But you're not like him?

I'm not hung-up.

So long as I eat well and sleep well...

I eat well, sleep well
and turn in early.

- So you're happy?
- Right.

You said you weren't.

When I eat and sleep
and the till is full.

Is that your aim in life?

I need it.

Let's not talk politics,

liberty, equality, fraternity, OK.

Why not politics?

Politics, politics...

Politics for me, is living well.

If we say I must be free,

my wife and kids free,

that's politics.

It's another topic.
We can discuss it forever.

We can do things too.
Get political?

What kind of politics?

Should we make changes?

It must remain representative.

We elect parliamentarians
and they vote for us.

You have a traffic ticket,
you write to Mr. Le Pen or Mr. Thorez:

"I voted for you,
can you cancel this fine?"

A limited idea of democracy.

Not at all.
Parliamentarians who defend us.

No point having more.

Nothing more?

We haven't done too badly
till now.

What harm has de Gaulle
done me since 1958?

None.

Personally, speaking for myself,

he's done me no harm.

You'll say I'm selfish.

But if 40 million selfish
Frenchmen unite,

we'd have politics.

In May 1962,
the Paris population density

is 82 000 inhabitants
per square kilometer.

The experts set the limit
at 16 square meters:

the minimum area
a human needs to live in peace.

So 2 in 5 Parisians
do not live in peace.

We build with no restriction,
rule with no power.

The mayor would be overwhelmed,

but Paris has no mayor.

People fear Etienne Marcel's ghost.

So Paris muddles through.

The mother of a large family,
kindly but scatty.

Paris has more pupils than schools,
more patients than hospitals,

more painters than art-lovers,
more cars than streets.

Dissect this mass into faces

and see the original cell emerge:

loneliness.

The concept of happiness
is recent in Europe.

We're not used to it yet.

Beyond basic needs,

work only buys a way to forget work.

Dreams always fill emptiness:

the dream of a car,

of a TV set

and all sorts of entertainment:
the zombies of happiness.

Happiness needs definitions,

acceptable or inacceptable.

We're not seeking what's inacceptable.

Some people accept the acceptable.

A snack on the grass,

a picnic with your old lady...

You get the idea.

Her little transistor radio...

Be happy, have a drink...

Enjoy a nice time.

If you had time and money,
would you have a TV?

TV? Sure would!

You bet.

- Here in the shop?
- No, not down here.

In the apartment, upstairs.

It's a must, isn't it.

Live life to the fullest.

We have the time.

You see it as a funeral?

Yeah, a bit like the song.

Paris's oldest sign
hangs over a twist club.

Rue Mouffetard, a working-class
neighborhood since the 17th century,

has recovered its patrician vocation.

Beetroot is cheaper
that on the Right Bank.

But not paintings.

This ancient Roman way
that trembled under a Praetorian march,

now leads to an unfathomable future.

There are cabarets, galleries,

a theatre.

10 years on, these images
will be more disorientating

than those of Paris 1900.

But Rue Mouffetard's metamorphosis

applies to half of Paris,
the most picturesque half.

It's easy to praise
urban transformation

when 1 in 20 homes
has no electricity,

1 in 12 no water.

Yet carriages often lose
the charm of pumpkins,

Europe's future capital
should include in its plan

that modest treasure
defined in one word:

"friendliness."

Why do you like this area?

I love it here.
The friendliness...

It's "La Mouffe."
It's genuine.

It's "La Mouffe."
You can't leave.

I wouldn't move for anything.

Bury me in this street.

Is there a question
of you being rehoused afterwards?

- Sure.
- Where will you go?

Like everyone.
We'll look for a place.

Somewhere nice and calm.
And friendly.

Oh, if you knew Maubeuge

I knew great love

In distant lands

POETRY 2000

NIGHT BELL FOR THE SACRAMENTS

DANGEROUS DOG

What will you miss most?

The alley.

- This place?
- The back room. And here.

Anything, everything.

You have to admit it.

This is our home.

Anywhere else we'd feel deported.

For a threat hangs over Paris.

Seen from the tower blocks,
the future Paris looms over the hills

where Saint Geneviève
saw the Barbarians.

They are the Barbarians.

This metamorphosis

should be a celebration
of architecture.

But anarchy and greed
hover like two witches.

Even if the neuroses
of multi-window loneliness

and what is called
High-Rise Pathology

don't make us forget the old slums,

at least we know that here,
there was room for happiness.

And here...

We don't know.

The present solutions,

which are fastidious,
monotonous, inhuman,

dreary, ugly and all that...

arise because no one conceives it
any other way.

The basic aim is not that at all.

The aim is money.

It's money.

That's why another technique
is possible.

We must explore techniques.

But first we determine the context.

Not a context where land
costs 150 000 francs the square meter.

It's impossible.

That context calls for skyscrapers.

Skyscrapers can be beautiful,
but in Paris...

It could work...

but multiplying them
like in the 15th district is ridiculous.

What would you do on this site?

Well, ideally...

I'd start by planting trees.

Trees and greenery.

We're asking you to house people.

And then...
We can't narrow it down to sites.

It's a global approach.

We can start imagining from there.

Tiny little things hidden in the trees,

like birds,
and near them,

in the trees and greenery...

A ground floor?

A ground floor and upper floors,

as high as the trees.

A bit higher, but not much.

Always in contact with nature.

On every level,

everyone will have
their own little garden.

Little ponds.

Kids playing there like monkeys
or squirrels,

flying from tree to tree,
to each house.

We could create wonders,

joyful, connected to nature.
You see?

- You know Babar?
- That's it. Right.

Célesteville.
I totally agree with Célesteville.

No point being rigid and cold.

Not a suburban Célesteville,

each house saying:
"I'm the best."

No. People happy to live together.

Exactly. I agree.

It reflects how we dislike
living together.

- It pisses us off.
- Right.

We hear the neighbors.

But what you're saying means
other changes besides architecture.

At one point architects must say:

"It's great to be together.
Not boring or ponderous."

Are the people happy

in this neighborhood?

Some are very happy, but others...

They say this neighborhood is a bit...

A lot of gossip goes on here.

Especially here, in these projects.
They're very big.

A lot of people. All nosing
into everyone else's business.

Do you think the people here
would move out if they could?

A lot would.

Yes, a lot.

- Would you?
- Right away.

If I had a chance,
I'd leave immediately.

- What stops you...
- The rehousing issue.

- What did you say?
- Me?

- Yes, what?
- That it's prehistoric.

What's prehistoric?

- The walls.
- The walls?

30 May, Aubervilliers

The News of Paris.

12 reasons why
the Clotaire-Chaillot Residence

is the most elegant in Paris.

First, the façade
is white Carrara marble.

Secondly, Turbo and Maserati
designed the lobby fountains

that occupy the ground floor.

Alessandro Forlani painted the murals.

Soft mood music adds
to the charm of these halls

and can also be heard in the elevators.

Thirdly, the elevators are automatic,

very fast, lined with stainless steel.

Where did you learn to grow flowers

and to garden?

I don't really know.

I follow my instinct.

You must have learned.
It's hard to grow pansies in pots.

I sow them in my garden,
then replant them.

You spend much time on it?

Not so much.

When you're not working?

Well, I'm out of work now.

Otherwise, I do it on weekends.

I water them in the evening.

What do you think about?

I think they're pretty,
I love flowers.

You're from the country?

I was born in the country.
But I've been here a long time.

How do you feel about plastic flowers?

They're nice too,
but not worth real ones.

- You have plastic flowers?
- In my garden.

You mix them with real flowers
so they'll look natural?

They're there as the others
haven't bloomed.

What gave you the idea
of growing flowers?

It was just an idea.

PROTECTIVE MEASURES
AGAINST AIR RAIDS

ROOMS TO LET

Public meeting:
"Christians and the thirst for justice"

Reading classes for North Africans

- Good news.
- You're rehoused?

Yes, I'm rehoused.

How did you feel hearing that?

- I felt like crying.
- You cried?

Yes. I think it was
the happiest day of my life.

- How long had you waited?
- Seven years.

Did you apply to the local council?

Yes. And we waited.

Then one day,
a nice gentleman looked into my case.

Then on Wednesday, I got a letter
saying I'd been rehoused.

I felt so happy I could cry.

The postman brought it?

Yes. He even waited to hear the news!

- He waited?
- For me to read it.

To know if we were rehoused
or we had to wait.

When he heard the news,
he was as happy as me.

It was the morning mail?

You waited all day for your husband?

No, he comes home for lunch.

When he heard,
he was as happy as me.

How did you tell him?

I didn't say anything.

The table was set,
I'd put the envelope on his plate.

When he came in
he saw it on his plate.

He sort of guessed.
But he wasn't sure.

When he read it
he was so happy.

Was he in a good mood before?

He's always in a good mood.

But he could hardly eat.

Had you seen the new place?

You just knew you had one.

We knew. Yes.

- You've visited it?
- Yes. Yesterday.

- Your impressions?
- I don't know.

When I saw those big rooms
I felt lost.

I felt... I don't know.
I had no idea it was like that.

How many rooms?

3 bedrooms, a living room,

kitchen, water closet, toilet,
and a hallway.

Big closets.
I don't know where I'll put things

as we'll have so much space.

- You'll arrange it.
- I'll find a way.

Have you thought about the move?

Oh, yes!
My husband and I are planning it.

We haven't stopped.

It's all we talk about,
our new home.

Do you think it will improve
your private life?

- That's for sure.
- A change in your life style?

We're not free with the kids around.

They'll have their room
and we'll have ours.

We'll feel like young newlyweds again!

- How many children do you have?
- Eight.

And a little niece we adopted.

An adopted niece?

We lost a sister-in-law recently.

We placed her 6 children in the family.

- You took a child?
- Yes, a little girl aged 9.

- So you have 9 children?
- Nine.

Plus you and your husband?

How do you manage
to live in this room?

I have a large bed

in the bedroom,
a big bed where I put 4 children.

I have a folding bedstead where 2 sleep.

And a cot for my youngest.

This child sleeps in the dining room,

between me and my husband.

Dining room...
the room we use as a kitchen.

We separate it
so the kids aren't with us.

And when a child falls ill?

He stays in bed but he can't rest.

What do you think of your bedroom?
Tell me.

- It's beautiful.
- How will you feel?

Better, as we'll be warmer.

Warmer?
But there were four of you.

- You'll sleep better?
- Yes.

- This room is for you three?
- The three boys.

The three boys' bedroom.

Now we'll look at the girls' room.

Come on, girls. This is your room.
What do you think?

It's fine.

Happy to have your own room?

You won't have to sleep
at grandma's now.

You won't have to go out at night.

Was it hard sleeping there?

Especially with the "Harkis" close by.

She was scared of going past them.

We had to take her every night.

She was so scared.

Hey, your chewing gum!

Is it still the same school?

Until the end of the year.

- Then somewhere closer?
- They'll go to the local school.

Do you mind changing schools?

You have a schoolmaster?

No, a schoolmistress.

Do you mind leaving her
or don't you care?

Not bothered?

No, a schoolmistress
is a schoolmistress.

Don't climb, you'll fall.

The boys are all watching us.

Sure they are.
Nobody knows you.

Look. Everyone's watching you.

He's on the grass.

We didn't have windows
to look out of before.

Are you happy?

She said: "First I opened the door,
I found myself in the kitchen."

Can you see the school?

No. It's on the other side.

- Who is?
- The school.

Oh, the school!

Behave yourselves.
And don't fall off.

Want to? Want to?

What did you say?

- Look at the statue.
- You see, there's a statue.

With a star.

And a star.

And bikes hanging!

What do you expect from life?
Want to continue?

Sure. I still like it.

I don't plan to give up.

You see yourselves
as stockbrokers?

- Hardly.
- Not that far.

Then as what?

- Head clerk.
- Service head.

Service head after, if possible.

And then? No higher?

Managing director.
Then boss.

- Nothing more ambitious?
- That's it. Sorry.

Why?

You can't be a gopher forever.

Sure. What's good
about being the boss?

Earning more?
Having more power?

- Sure, I'd like that.
- Power.

You'd like power?

What is money, in your view?

- Lots of things.
- For instance?

With money, you can eat.
That's the first thing.

And then what?

You can have a lot of fun.

What kind of fun?

Entertainments...

The theatre.

That's entertainment. Movies...

What else?

- It's a bit limited.
- I don't know.

Do you have interests outside
your work and entertainment?

Other things you care about?
Like current events?

Yes, of course.

Because they influence the Stock Market?

It depends.

What sort of things?
Like "major events"?

Yes, for the Stock Market.

What recent major events?

The Algiers putsch.

- I'll inform the Association.
- Go ahead.

What gives you the right
to make kids work?

We're not asking them secrets.

There are no secrets.
You're interviewing minors.

Want to ask my toddler his views?

Good idea. Bring him in.

I feel like answering, that's all.

What's it to him?

We're filming.

You're not obliged to answer.

May I ask how long
you've been coming here?

Over 25 years.

Over 25 years.
And you like it here?

It's my profession.

- You enjoy it?
- Very much.

Was it by choice?

When I finished my studies,
I didn't plan on the Stock Market.

But I had acquaintances.

I got in through them
and I never left.

What do you do?

I'm a stockbroker.

Can I ask a general question

to do with your work
and other issues?

What does money mean to you?

It's a means of existence.

Which stocks have risen most today?

- Cofirep.
- What's that?

An oil research company.

The day Algeria was in the worst state
since '58.

Yes. The market is dependent,
as I said.

Is it a coincidence?

It's not a coincidence.

Not a coincidence.

It's the big investors who said...

It's empirical.
There's no explanation.

It's a state of mind.
A psychosis.

Before, it would have dropped 10%.
It's up 7%.

It's serious if laws don't apply now.

It's not about laws.

No. The gentleman means
"natural laws."

Not legislative laws.

They have no bearing here anymore.

You said:
"Woe to the man with judgment."

Yes, if he uses his judgment here,
he's ruined.

Really? Do explain.

He mentioned Cofirep.
I didn't follow the trading today.

He said events in Algeria
should have made stocks fall 10%.

They rose.

The only ones that did.

Yesterday he'd have said:
"Algeria looks bad.

- "Something will happen."
- I'll sell!

"I had news from the Algiers police.

"Something awful will happen tonight."

He would have sold yesterday.
Today he's right.

Right about the facts.
But not about the effects.

A personal question?

When you hear bad news,

is your first reaction how
it will affect the Stock Market or...

No, our first reaction is patriotic.

True for everyone?

- I speak for my generation.
- I'd say the opposite.

Him and me, I'm sure.

I'd have said the opposite.
Here's a striking example.

February 6th, everyone came out.

We sang The Marseillaise
as Daladier had resigned.

Everyone began buying shares.

3 months later, the radicals in power
rejected the government.

Everyone who'd bought shares
took the rap.

Until Flandin, a moderate radical,
returned to power.

In conclusion, I say:
So much for your national ideals.

"Wipe your feet on them."

The same facts,
the same political situation,

the same political
and economic situation

can have the opposite effect

at a different moment in time.

The same situation

can go one way today,

three years from now,
it can go another way.

A striking example in current events.

- You see it everywhere.
- A striking example.

You have stock in Northern Rail.

It's worth 42 francs.

Everyone says it's worth
70 to 80 francs, in portfolios.

It never goes up.
Pompidou gets in, it's worth 53.

That's the Rothschilds.

Nothing had changed about the affair.

People said: "Really? Good."

The Rothschilds bought it
to back their candidate.

They said: "Hello, investment company?
Onwards!"

And everyone went for it.

The peso won't be devalued.

Peronism nowadays is nothing like

the Peronist era ten years ago.

Nothing like it.

The Peronists will help.

"Some play the Market
Other pick pockets

POET'S FAIR

"But I don't give a damn

"I'm a very happy man

"Yes, yes, yes...

"Some can't stand it
Without cash, life's a gambit

"But let me tell you

"I don't know any song

"I can't even sing along

"But when broke, I feel wings grow

"When broke, I'm graceful as a doe

"I'm like a fish in his sea

"I'm happy as any king can be."

Tell me when to speak.

Monsieur Sulta,
Prince Murat's envoy,

will present the doves

to the Poets' Muse of 1962.

"Within sight of my yearning eyes,

"Soar aloft, bearer of messages,

"Return to me,
Show me white hands."

Bravo.

Lovely.

They didn't go very far.

Cutie, why won't you fly?
Haven't I been nice to you?

Silly. You're not beautiful.

The dove is not beautiful.

It's a dirty, cruel creature.

The owl is beautiful, pleasant, deep.

Why search for beauty in a dove

and poetry in poets?

When you have owls,
painters, cosmonauts,

Inventors, lovers...

And Pierrot the cabbie.

P.P., licensed tire repairman

Stay put...

Well, well.

What do you think?

Interesting.
How long have you been doing this?

- About a year.
- A year?

A year. I do it
when I feel like painting.

Sometimes two weeks
or a month go by.

How long did this take?

This one...

I worked on it for about 20 hours.

Getting the colors right is tricky.

I do several sessions.
Not continually.

Sometimes I work 2 hours a day.
Sometimes 3 or 5.

Or not at all.
It just depends.

- Is it relaxing?
- It's a hobby. I enjoy it.

What are you depicting?

- I wanted to depict Christ.
- Right.

With the angels overhead.

And the...
What are they called in Spain?

The priests...

You know, the monks with hats on.

- The processions.
- The monks, angels and nuns.

It's the man who died
at the foot of the cross.

Did certain painters influence you?

No, I want to follow my own vision.

I don't like copying.

Follow your own vision?

Not always do the same painting,
like they do.

You have to find something new.

Not copy people.
Find something new.

That's worthwhile.

Here's a modern art influence.

It's modern art, yes.

I get around a lot
but I haven't seen work like this.

Let's hope it will do well.

I have a dozen finished paintings.

In oils?

- On canvas?
- Oils on canvas.

The hardest thing to get right
is the colors.

You have a system for colors?

I focus, I study...
Then I put the color down.

It's hard with pale colors like that.

Do you draw first?

I draw first,
then I do the colors.

It's very difficult.

Once a color is painted in,
changing it is...

It all has to blend in together.

I think I'll come up with something.

- Will you exhibit?
- Maybe later on.

- Where?
- I don't know. A local gallery.

How do people react generally?

They like them,
the colors, the whole thing.

Do they say why they like them?

Yes, they find them cheerful.

How long is it on?
A month?

Christ and the angels.

Is this another study?

Yes, a study done on...

How can I explain?
A tire ad.

It was out up and dented.
Look at the back.

Dented with a hammer.

I brought the lines out in paint.
It's Cosmic Man.

Why?

The subject appeared like that.

I wanted to accentuate the colors

to describe the character of the cosmos,

based on the dents on the back.

What is the character of the cosmos?

The man with gadgets on his head,

the wires and everything.

19 May, Palais de la Découverte

The space capsule in which John Glenn
circled the Earth

- Please, gentlemen.
- I've been on line for 3 hours.

Yes, but look at all the people
behind you.

Excuse me, but...

Do you read about all this?

Yes. The planets and stars.

And about rockets too.

You're interested in rockets?

What do you think of John Glenn?

I like what he did.

It's difficult to do what he did.

To go up in a rocket
without being scared or...

Don't you think he was scared?

Maybe he was,
but not too scared.

It's terrible for a genuine inventor
who has an idea.

I don't mean a hunch.

- His brain works nonstop, even asleep.
- Asleep?

22 May, Paris Fair

- Why the name "Destiny"?
- Because I've been through a lot.

The first time I had a serious accident,

I realized that I only survived

because I was lucky.

She was called "Malakoff"
because that was where I lived.

I renamed her "Destiny"
as I was fated to surface.

It's the story of my life.
My destiny.

- You had a rough ride?
- What?

Lots of ups and downs?

My life's always been hard.

I make it by the skin of my teeth,
every time.

So luck is on my side.

I always say: "It's destiny."

What other accidents have you had?

A breakdown once,
but I managed to scrape by.

A spark plug burned out
in the middle of the Seine.

The pier wasn't far off.

I said:
"If I can't start, I crash."

I try 4 or 5 times,
the pier gets closer.

I'm heading for it.

I have one more try...

Like saying:
"In the name of the Father."

The engine starts up.
That's destiny.

Luck plays a big part in life.

But the best luck is hands.

They're the best capital you can have.

These hands are my capital.

A woman I know, a fine person,

told me: "Son, your best capital
is your two hands.

"You may have money in the bank,

"but if you don't work
to keep up your account,

"it falls apart."

So in the end,
it all comes down to luck.

And determination.

If a man really wants to succeed
he can, he gets lucky.

Of course, some people are unlucky.

Do we make our own luck?

We help it along?

We do our bit
and luck does the rest.

But luck is two hands
and the will to succeed.

Like winning a war.

- You have the will to succeed?
- I think so.

Succeed in what?

I want to make it.

First, to prove to myself
that I'm capable of it.

And I want to be well-known.

That still bugs me.

Why?

Well, it's to do with my family.

I said: "Right, I'm going to prove

"that my name can be world famous."

They've always seen me as...
Inventors are wacky.

- Weaving spiders' webs?
- Exactly.

But no matter,
we don't give a damn.

What counts is the result.

We say: "You guys
with your fancy equipment and stuff...

"We work on a shoe string.

"But we still get great results.

"Here's the proof of it."

- Are we doing 100?
- Yes, 100.

I can let go of the steering wheel.

You'll see,
the car keeps on straight ahead.

No danger whatsoever.

We're on a track though.

With the stabilizer.

You say "we",
meaning all inventors?

- Of course.
- Or you mean yourself?

No, I'm thinking about the others,
we mustn't forget...

I know a lot of private inventors.

Some are helped by their wives
who encourage them.

They're more resilient that others

who are alone with no help.

Inventors are men too.

I think that's what is needed.

Look at all the great statesmen,
without exception.

There's always a woman behind them.

It's beyond dispute.
It's been proved.

Nowadays... take Churchill.

When he made a speech
his wife was always at his side.

All great men
have someone to help them.

We need that spare wheel.

You think Stalin had someone?

Stalin is something else.
We don't know much about that aspect.

We can't know.

You think he had a muse?

A what?

Yes, the joy of making a home.

Lots of young people like us
think about a home.

Making it nice.

A car. Going out.

Going for drives...

Going on holiday,
even going camping.

- You like camping?
- I love it.

- Do you, Mademoiselle?
- Yes.

She hasn't done much
but she'll love it.

And the others?

- What others?
- All the others.

I think they're like us.

Why not?

Why can't you compare them to us?

There aren't many of them, like us.

What's the difference?
They love each other less?

No, but it's not the same.

Meaning?

You mean it's always been
very serious between us.

It's been six years?

- How old are you?
- We're both 21.

- I'm 21 tomorrow.
- 21 tomorrow.

We were 15 when we met.

We've always been faithful.

- At first, just friends.
- We were only 15.

We didn't see each other often...

But we always hoped we would.

Were you neighbors?

Not at all.
We weren't so lucky.

We met at a wedding.

Smile.

Once you're married with kids,

what will you want for them?

For them?

We'll try to give them
the best life we can.

Sure. We don't know what sort,
it depends on them.

On what they want and...

But they probably won't be like us.

Does it depend on the world?
Do you see clouds ahead?

Apart from illness.

Yes, of course.
Otherwise I don't see...

Ever think about major events?

I don't want to think about all that.
Once you start...

Anyway, it's out of our hands.

No, I don't want to think about that.

- There's nothing we can do.
- Nothing?

No. We can't take it into account.

There's no point worrying about it.

I'm off to Algeria soon.

I'm leaving in about ten days.

I know it all happens that way.

I'm not making a thing of it.
I'm going there...

I don't dare think about it.
I don't want to.

So there are no problems
outside your own happiness?

I don't want to think
about historical events...

Do you feel solidarity toward people
less happy than you?

There aren't many of them?

Yes, there are.
But anyway...

I don't know.
If everyone was like us...

It would be...

It would be nice.
We get on with everyone.

Yes, but...

I say people can do what they like.

But you have your own opinion?

When you have children,
will it change a bit?

Maybe as we get older...

Yes, possibly.

How do you feel about growing old?

Do you think your happiness
will last, will it change?

I hope so.

Do you ever think about it?

I don't know,
but I believe we're happy.

Some people say
after years of marriage you get a bit...

I believe in eternal happiness.

End of Part One

Lovely May, always a holiday

With lily of the valley in his hair

On his heart he wore the ribbon

A ribbon of joy for lovely May

On his heart he wore the ribbon

A ribbon of joy for lovely May

We kept it for as long
as we believed him

He left while we slept

Taking the key to our romance

Lovely May won't be back again

Taking the key to our romance

Lovely May won't be back again

Lovely May, our love was so brief

Summer comes bringing regrets

The sun reduces our dreams to ashes

On the moon there are no vacancies

The sun reduces our dreams to ashes

And the moon is full, no vacancies

Lovely May, you've left your daydreams

To grow roots in the streets of Paris

Your scarf cast over lying eyes

Your red in the throat of the year

Your scarf cast over lying eyes

Your red in the throat of the year

Part Two
THE RETURN OF FANTOMAS

In Volume 6 of his adventures,

Fantomas sets up his HQ
in Montmartre Cemetery.

In May 1962, Fantomas
seems to emerge from his lair

and cast his huge shadow over Paris.

Certain signs are unmistakable.

The highly esteemed firm
Gastinne Renette,

for the first time
since Louis Philippe,

modernizes its targets.

You draw your firearm
and shoot immediately.

It's like holding a stone
at this height.

You should have fired
before it hits the ground.

It's about 2 seconds.

That's interesting,

as it's used by gangsters, right?

The police shoot first.

But do cops or gangsters
come to train here?

I'd say the police.

When did you get that target?

About a year ago.

For a year now,

"plastiquer"
became a French neologism

and the German word "putsch"
was coming back into vogue.

These linguistic issues
conceal more obscure ones,

upheld by the walls.

Poujade warned us

Long live Jeanson

February 8th, 1962,

the Parisians demonstrated

against a common enemy.

Clashes with the police
were of unusual violence.

The worst clashes
were on Boulevard Voltaire

and Boulevard Beaumarchais.

After the first charges,

most demonstrators
fled down side streets.

Others tried to take shelter
in the Charonne metro station.

Here lived E. Lemarchand, fallen
in the antifascist combat 8 Feb. 1962

February 13th,
over 500 000 Parisians

attended the funeral of the 8 victims.

For the first time,
you could hear at noon

a bird singing
on Place de la République.

So early in 1962,
Fantomas made his comeback.

France could fear imminent civil war.

You see.
They're shooting a movie.

Was the month of May important?

Did anything happen in May?

For me, May was...

Dreary. I had no work at all.

- None?
- Very tough.

Lousy weather, just my luck.

Why didn't you work in May?

Because of the weather.

Why is it bad?

The atomic bomb is bringing
this cold weather.

- The atom bomb?
- Yes, sure.

Is that what you remember in May?

No other events?

And you?

Apart from the atom bomb
bringing cold weather?

No, things were normal in May.

Does the plastic bombing shock you?

Of course. It's stupid.
But what can you do?

- They do it...
- Because they need money.

It's to punish someone.

It's because they need money.
That's why.

Yeah, it's for money.

But all those guys
from Algeria have money.

- The "Pieds-Noirs" settlers have money.
- So?

They're not fighting for money.

For what then?
For glory?

To keep Algeria French.
But that's over.

You yourself say it's over,
so what's the point?

We can't do anything.
It's not up to us.

Would you say we live in a democracy?

A democracy?

We will be.
We'll become a democracy.

What are we now?

- A republic, I suppose.
- Yes, me too.

I don't know about democracy.
Maybe we'll become democrats.

Maybe.

Do you feel we're advancing?

Ask the boys at the top, not us.

But he's asking us.
Answer yes or no.

Right, I Will!

But he's telling me,
I can't do anything...

He should tell a gentleman
who can do something.

What do you want from life?

Me? To marry and have a child.

And be happy.
Have a home.

Would your child be happy
in present day conditions?

If he's not into political issues,
he'll be happy.

Can one be happy under a dictator?

- Absolutely.
- It's tolerable?

What are you talking about?

A dictatorship is tolerable...

if it's an intelligent one.

If it's not an intelligent dictatorship?

It falls apart. No need to worry.

They fall apart

in odd circumstances.
It always takes a struggle.

Or a disaster.

But a disaster you're involved in

as a victim.

Can you envisage a dictatorship
where you're a victim?

We're not under a dictatorship now.

She can't envisage being a victim.

From a human point of view,
all regimes are equal.

Not better or less good.

Maybe not better, but less bad.

It's mind control.

The day the press or the movies
are censored

- we'd have a dictatorship.
- And if it comes?

It won't.
It would have already.

You're bizarre.

Did I say: "Bizarre"?
How bizarre.

Women have no civic sense.
They shouldn't, anyway.

Shouldn't they?
Why not?

It's not their concern.

Women in politics, who vote...
Ridiculous!

That's a 19th century idea.

Listen to why they choose
who to vote for!

You know,
in a women's workshop

if there's a handsome guy,
that's what women see.

Laugh, but it's true.

You're not very spoiled.

True.
Women don't only go by politics

to judge whether a man is capable
of governing well.

Women have...

I don't know...
It's a bit...

A man's good looks or...

Was de Gaulle elected for his looks?

That's different. He's...

Women in politics
to create a political man,

women in a political assembly,

I can't see it: most of them
swear by their friends,

or their husband's opinion,
as we have no secrets.

You know how it is,
living together.

It's like I often say:

Madam X is friend with Madam Y:

"What do you think of de Gaulle?
Thorez?"

"The late lamented Léon Blum?"

"And Pierre Laval, maybe late as well?"

And that makes 3 opinions.

2 friends plus 2 friends
makes 5 friends

with the same opinions,
who all vote

with no grasp of politics,
unaware of what's going on.

You want to know more?

Yes, I think people should know more,

be better informed.

What do you read in the papers?

That depends on the paper.

"The Adventures of Tintin."

Which papers do you read?

I don't read any paper regularly.

"France Soir" for the gossip.

"L'Express," it's well done.

And "Match," "Jour de France."
That's it.

My lofty reading matter.

What do you read in them?

Gossip in "France Soir"?
And the other papers?

Don't generalize.

What news struck you most this week?

Obviously, the Salan trial.

All the papers are full of it.

Do you feel personally
concerned by it?

23 May, Law courts

Let him through.

Wait a minute.

This isn't a public thoroughfare.

- Yes, but...
- "Yes, but...!"

You go in there.

I'm the examining magistrate!

Indeed!

Get him!

Are you following what's happening?

- Yes, like everyone else.
- What do you think?

I think as our generals...

were sentenced to death
they should be executed.

But also the Algerians
who killed our men.

Execute all of them?

Or none of them!

Pardon one, pardon all.

That's very extreme.
What do you think?

I'm here to support the guy in the dock.

I was a paratrooper for 8 years.

Enough people were murdered
in Algeria,

on the other side by the FLN.

Today we should be sharing his pain.

Besides, Pontius Pilate
is in the Auvergne.

Can't we put an end to it?

There was an end.

You mentioned fascism,

but I don't think they were fascists.

Communists, maybe.
But nationalists.

No fighting here.

Drop it.

Move along, please.

Move along.

23 May, evening of the verdict

You're crazy. Over here!

What are you doing, Charles?

Here he is!

Wait for Goutermanoff.

We don't know where he is.

- Wait.
- Don't do this to me.

Pierre, come on.

Then they struck up The Marseillaise,

and we couldn't follow the rest.

When they stripped him
of his Légion d'honneur.

Anyway, they'll give it back soon...

But they can't give life back.

Bravo!

Here's Goutermanoff!

Goutermanoff!

Here comes Gouter!

Same night, at the Garden-Club

The Madison reaches Paris

3 times!

1... 2... 3.

Three times!

16 May, same Garden-Club

Michel Gasty world twist record

What did you think?
Friends? Ideas?

In his 72nd hour

Two things mattered:

to be able to prove to people

that although no one encouraged me,

they said I was no good
as I was unknown,

that the way I dance,
my own version is valid.

And as foreigners had always won,

to make my modest contribution
to France.

Individualist and patriot?

Both, yes.

But you must think of things
while dancing?

- There was...
- Do you?

No. For me, you see...

I'm totally focused.

One can't share many views

so I focus on the twist,

like a scientist on a microbe.

I focus on the twist microbe.

What does dance mean to you?

How do you explain it as a need?

For me, dance replaces

a repressed emotion.

Yes?

It's a feeling of friendship,

familiar or something greater...

Sooner or later,

you find this music

transforms you.

At one stage you lose yourself.

Like last night, I was in a trance.

I couldn't see any more.

Dancing and dancing,
not knowing where I was.

I interpret the music.

Your mind goes blank.

Your body is completely relaxed.

And any tension you may feel vanishes.

It replaces a woman.

29 May, Power strike

I earn 46 000 francs a month.

I pay 8 000 francs rent, what's left?

8 000 francs for a room.
I make 46 000 francs a month.

If everyone went out on strike

the Government would
have to buckle under.

Can I ask what you earn?

- How much?
- I take home, all in all,

including bonuses,
42 000 francs.

Naturally.

- I moonlight.
- You moonlight?

It's worth it?

How many hours in all?

I work 8 hours...
7 here...

and 8 hours at another job.

Railroad workers are hard hit.

Starvation wages...

Has your strike had results?

- None.
- Will you strike again?

When we must,
we're ready to stop everything.

Today it's the electricity strike.

- You stand by the railroaders?
- Of course.

How do you see the future?

Not rosy! Not rosy at all!

You know, I ask myself
how it will all end,

because with those jokers in power...

Trust me!

Yes, I'm going.
Sorry, I have a train!

- No opinions.
- Really?

No, none.

It came with age? Wisdom?

Yes. I think so.

Did you have opinions at 20?

I don't know what to say,
you know...

We can't say that we think.

You seem disgusted by it all.

Disgusted?
My poor fellow!

- It's an opinion.
- Yes, it is.

I am disgusted.

And I'm certainly not the only one.

After 4 years in the Resistance
I see this!

The month of May, for us in France,

wasn't marked by certain events?

Not to our advantage.

But those events occurred?

We remember what?

I can't recall
what happened in May.

What's interesting is what remains.

I can't remember the major events.

What marks people is...
The strikes.

Rotating strikes and social unrest.

For you,
is that negative or positive?

Negative in what way?

A good thing or a bad thing?

It's always the same,
the government is weak,

that's the cause of it.

No doubt about it.

Strikes shouldn't happen.

Who pays the price?

The workers.

Look at my hands, my thumbs.

Look at the state I'm in.

I'm 60 and I have to keep working.

I can't retire yet.

So a guy gets angry about all this,

he says: "I'm striking."

It's all he can do.

He can't go and fight the boss.

He says: "I can't eat.

"I just want to eat,
not be like this.

"And for my kids..."
Look at my battered shoes...

So you support the people who...

For instance, I say those people

are out on strike for me too.

Just now, you asked...

Even the people who use
trains and subways

understand the situation very well,

and sympathize with the workers.

So solidarity exists?

It's normal.

- For their demands?
- Right.

Apart from demands, wages and strikes,

was there any other event in May?

The major event
apart from social issues

was the temperature,
the weather in May.

- It was unusual?
- Unusual.

And apart from that?

Other events that...
shouldn't be discussed.

Silence is better?

Isn't it worrying?

In France, politics used to be
the favorite topic.

Now people say:
"Better keep quiet."

A big change, no?

No, we all think alike.

I don't think.

- I don't think.
- You don't think?

It's the ultimate wisdom.

How do you do it?

Well, you know...

Like the Buddhists,
I empty myself.

Confucius said:
"See, hear and say nothing."

- Exactly.
- You manage to?

It's a bit too noisy.

I'm not talking on your whoring radio.

It's a whore to the government!

Not a government radio?
C'mon!

(fatal misunderstanding)

You're all lackeys!
TV, French radio!

He's just doing his job.

Job my ass!
Now's my chance to have my say.

I say the French are reckless.
We're heading for another war!

Let her go to Russia,

she'll see!

If I could talk Russian, I would!

- You'd come back changed.
- Sure!

Obviously.

Don't worry about it.

- Been there?
- You don't need to go there to know it!

I've been to the USA.

- To the USA?
- It's the opposite.

The opposite.

Kennedy should look after
his illiterates and jobless first!

It's the same in Russia.
Been there?

I don't need to go to Russia
to know what's going on.

What was the most important
event in May?

Potatoes went up to 220 francs.

That's a stupendous result.

And a fantastic event:

they announced on the radio,

with lots of long speeches,

that no old people would have

less than 11 000 francs a month.

It's absolutely terrific:

what a wild time
all those old folk will have

with 11 000 francs a month.

They ended by announcing,
as a victory

and a sign of France's grandeur,
that in three years time

no one would have
less than 15 000 francs a month.

I find that simply terrific!

For myself and everyone else,
the rest is trivial

besides this victory won by the elderly.

What do you expect next?

We always hope for improvement,

especially in labor conditions.

But it seems to be the man
who struggles who...

And no more strikes,
if possible...

Governing means foreseeing.

If we could avoid all that.
And discuss...

You feel we don't look ahead?

For most people...

Two engineering consultants

The future is a bit like the horizon,
you never reach it.

It takes 30 years to get there,
then 30 years more.

It's for our children.

Yet something amazing is happening:

the future has a lead on us,

in other words we're late.

We can't keep up.

Our dreams fall short
of what already exists.

Facts are giving birth
to great revolutions.

We're dreaming of leisure...

we're dreaming of...
I don't know, many things.

Reality has overtaken our dreams.

What worries me is
the world is unaware.

We're unaware.
You look surprised...

Yes, you were saying
what we could do with leisure

and improvements,
it seemed to be the future...

That's the problem.
Thinking in those terms

means organized leisure,

back to the old models

that in '36, consulting engineers

thought through in rational terms.

The old models persist...

They're still imposed
yet they're irrelevant.

Leisure by definition is non-work.

Can we address non-work
in terms of work?

I see it more simply.

Gradually machines will bring
automation and automatization.

We won't quibble over terms.

The 40 hour week will become
a 30 or 25 hour week,

workers will automatically
have more free time.

- A serious problem.
- I'm wrong?

You're an example
of the barrier against leisure:

"Gradually we'll reach 30 hours."

We could achieve it already.

We could start
a 30 hour week tomorrow.

The only blocks are moral.

In many industries we've won

the fight against scarcity

that characterized
the 18th and 19th centuries:

if you don't work, you die.

We've surpassed it in many industries

but we act as if we hadn't.

It's vital to know that

they could do a 30 hour week
but they don't.

The barrier you mentioned is
that the boss refuses.

- Not the boss...
- Absolutely not.

The average French person refuses,
you and me.

See how reticent you are.

You don't take me seriously?

I'm not reticent.

I want to work less and rest more.

It's everyone's wish.

How could we achieve it?

"Could?"
The conditional tense.

- How can we do it?
- I'm shocked.

What do we do?

How come we're not doing it?

- Right. That...
- Look...

That means you don't believe in it.

- I do. I imagine it.
- But it's real!

- It's real.
- I imagine it.

Look out of the window.
At people working.

They're called people working.
Not many laborers.

What do most people do?

They add up and subtract,

statistics, etc.

They're non-productive.
They trade.

Most people in the metro

aren't manual workers.

They fiddle with data.

We have machines for that now.

But they're so badly used

it's like they don't exist.

Only they do exist.
Now people say:

"Can't we use them better?"

With each step forward
a structure collapses,

something obsolete emerges.

So if I understand rightly,
quite soon...

Yes, I believe it.

Machines will cause non-productive
people to lose their jobs.

No, lose their prestige.

- No prestige or no job?
- A structural problem.

Or we invent jobs for them.
But no prestige.

They believe in their work.

But once machines do it better,
they can't believe.

Gas and electricity users
felt cheated

by perforated cards.

They felt
they couldn't check their bill.

They never used to check it.

If machines take over,
might we lose the plot

and not understand at all?

That's another problem.

Perhaps the future world

will be split into two highly
contrasting groups:

the initiated and the non-initiated.

It's obviously a problem.

Isn't it connected
to politics and economics?

No, as we're still within the structures

of a poverty-driven economy,

based on scarcity.

How can we break free?

I think it will all explode.

There's a big obstacle:
the Third World.

Today we obviously can't imagine

buying a third or fourth fridge

knowing a whole population
is starving to death.

We know we have the biochemical
means, if we want to,

to feed the whole planet quite easily.

So it's not a technical problem.
It's a moral one.

Technique can free mankind.

Why don't we want to be free?
I can't answer that.

Are freedom and independence

also temptations from the West?

To abandon African values

for the European values
of a technical civilization?

A lot of Europeans and teachers say so.

They claim that

the contact
between Africans and Europeans

introduced Africans to various things

that represent happiness
for Europeans.

So they want them too.

For instance, a refrigerator
is a sign of civilization.

A washing machine, and so on.

25 May, Paris Fair

A perfect finish.

It's a simply fabulous

household appliance.

There's a drawer underneath.
In steel, vitrified at 900°.

You know because you've got one.
The enamel won't budge.

Can I help you, madam?

Which cooker?

We have 3 models.

One without a timer,
this one with a timer.

Can I ask what you'll do
with that tube?

Keep it as a souvenir
of the Paris Fair.

Turn it into a blowpipe for my son.

Give it to my dad.
He'll find a use for it.

Haven't a clue.

No idea?

I chose the small ones.

Necklaces for the little negroes
in Madagascar.

I'm into DIY.

I have 2 lengths of rubber.

I'll cut them.

And put them on the ends.

Then I'll have a tube.

You have lots of things,
including a gas jet element.

Yes, with a gallon...

What do you think of the French?

The French?

At first, when I was very young,

my grandma always said:
"Watch out for the French."

She told me to be wary of the French

because she'd been through
a lot of humiliation

and things...

to do with colonization.

So she'd say:
"Watch out for the French."

When my father decided to send me
to France, she said no way.

She'd always been against it.
She didn't want me to go.

It was understandable
as she'd educated us.

- At what age did you come to France?
- 13 or 14.

Your first impression?

To be honest...

the first time I saw a Frenchman here,

I thought:
"They're the ones who beat us."

That's the first thing.

"So they're the ones who beat us."

That's the first thing.

- The second thing?
- The second thing?

"We can beat them now!"

Me, at first,

I thought when you talked
about France,

that all whites were French.

All whites were French.

I knew there were Americans,

we called them Yankees, in fact.

Then there were the Germains,

who were next door.

And then, the English.

Apart than that, there was no one.

They rammed that idea into our heads.

And they were most powerful,
the most civilized.

So I came to France

and I saw Paris.

I saw Paris at night,
with the lights and all.

I thought it was beautiful.

I looked at the French with curiosity,

all the whites that I met.

They were very ordinary,

totally unlike the ones I'd seen

and met in Africa.

Not at all the same.

They were rather simple.

And the ones you saw in Africa?

We didn't touch them or see them.

They were distant.

The white man was the governor,
for me.

When he arrived, like it or not,

you had to get into line

and parade past him

to the sound of bugles, etc.

He'd pin things on the old men

who'd behaved well.
Stuff like that.

So I found them simple over here.

But I was wary.

Always on my guard.

Then my uncle,
who is very Christian,

sent me to the Christian Brothers.

In Africa,

the priests...

I knew how they were because...

I'd seen how it all worked.

For instance, there were comrades
who went to the mission,

to learn catechism,

although they went more
to learn to read and write.

And they were put through catechism.

No way round it.

But when they attend
our traditional ceremonies

and go to confession,
they confess it.

As it was forbidden...
Our things are the devil.

The devil is hell.

They converted, in my opinion,

because they'd been told:

"You'll all burn in eternal hell
or go to heaven."

That's how I see it.

That's why I said

if it's to go to heaven or to hell,

reneging on my ancestors' beliefs...

My ancestors believed in them
so they went to hell.

I'm told if I do, I'll go to hell.

So my ancestors went to hell.

I'd rather go to hell with my ancestors

than to heaven with whoever!

I prefer that hell.

And the priests...

So you came to the priests here?

They seemed very different
from priests in Africa.

When you attended
your ceremonies there

you confessed
that you'd attended a ceremony,

a spirit dance,

and they gave you a beating.

With those bats. Very hard.

The Brothers here were nice
and made a good impression on me.

I was okay with them.

I only fought with them once,

about our history.

There was a passage saying

the French had come to Dahomey

and had crushed Behanzin,

a bloodthirsty, petty monarch.

I tore the book apart!

I tore the book apart,
I yelled and walked out.

They said history was like that,
and I had to learn it.

I said: "Really?"
I was furious!

I said: "One day we'll free ourselves,
and then you'll see!

"You have planes?
We'll build planes too.

"One day, you'll see a plane in the sky
with a kind of cross on it."

I was young.

But it contradicted

the history my grandma had taught me.

She told us how our ancestors
had defended themselves,

how the French hadn't conquered
Dahomey overnight.

It wasn't easy for the French.

I love our history
and they tell me that!

It's the only time I lost my temper.

Then they sent me to the Massif Central.

And the people there

had virtually never seen a black man.

They'd say: "Oh, look at the Negro!"
Things like that.

Sometimes it made us angry.

We were very touchy.
There were fist-fights.

In the end, me and my friends
stayed there 3 years.

- They stopped pointing at us.
- They got used to it?

Yes, they got used to it.

- And you got used to it?
- To what?

Seeing whites
you hadn't really seen before.

I had, but we weren't integrated.

I wasn't integrated.

I'm no more integrated now.

I had a Chinese friend who said:

"At last we've civilized them.

"They don't point at us anymore."

That was my notion of white people.

You had white friends afterwards?

I had a few,
who invited me to their homes.

Usually out of sympathy,
or to show

they weren't racist
and had no prejudices.

Apart from that

did you have real white friends?

10 May, Champs-Elysées

Do relationships need disguise,
dressing up?

Lydia, theatre seamstress

No, they're not extras to add on,

like we saw earlier with the coatstand.

On the contrary,
they correspond to

an aspect of ourselves.

We can't always live it out.

But dressing up permits this.
It accentuates our self.

I don't know,
I love magical things.

So I wear flowing gowns,

incredible hats...

It's to do with ceremony too,
I don't know...

Where are the ceremonial places?

When are the ceremonial moments?

For me, ceremonial moments

are when I get ready
for something special...

Like going to a restaurant.
I love preparing for it.

I go to a special restaurant,

where I know
I'll eat a special dish I'll enjoy.

I must get ready first.
It's part of the ceremony.

It's a very private thing.

A moment locked in time

when I imagine
everything will be beautiful.

Sometimes it doesn't work out...

But it's exciting.

Getting ready.

So preparing for something
is a ceremony.

I love escaping,

everything that takes me
out of reality,

everyday reality, the routine.

For instance,

I can feel when routine takes over.

Say when you're with someone...

The opposite of routine is enthusiasm.

When the enthusiasm fades

you start using words that are dead,

that stifle you like ash burying you.

So you must react, shake it up.

You have to dive into yourself

and recreate,
reinvent almost everything.

To escape from those dead things
that crush you.

It's very hard.
You don't always succeed.

Sometimes things die anyway.

We're not always capable of...

And animals?

Animals? I'd love to have lots.

Animals reconcile me
to the rest of the world.

I'm solitary as I'm scared
of people's cruelty,

of what they think,

of vulgarity, things like that.

So I'm very alone,
I out myself off.

I lose out on a lot too.

But I'm so scared
of being hurt by it all

that I'm very solitary.

Animals really do act
as a buffer between people.

I'm reconciled to the world

through their sweetness.

There...

Isn't she pretty.

Let's try another one.

And she likes it.
She doesn't complain.

She feels proud.

She looks like Alcave.

Cats are amazing.
They make you want to...

They're stylish by nature.

This one is really...

This is my favorite hat for her.

It's a fantastic hat:
cheeky, very feminine.

It's a role.

She's playing Cocteau.

Do you feel privileged?

- As you're beautiful, say?
- I'm healthy,

and not too ugly, yes.

I didn't have 10 children,
limits like that.

Which would make me
get more involved.

By that I mean going one way,
eliminating the others.

I don't like that, as I'm too curious
about everything.

- You don't want to...
- No, not at all.

What's terrible is that I refuse
to commit to anything.

Imagine someone
who won't follow any direction:

he ends up a tramp.

I could too, easily.

I don't know...
It haunts me.

Do you accept death
or do you refuse it?

I don't accept it at all!

It's awful sometimes,
I think of the moment we die,

the instant we hear our last breath.

I start crying for days on end,
it's so awful.

- Are you very religious?
- No, not very.

- Do you have faith?
- Yes, I have faith.

For me,
God gives mankind meaning.

Our attitude should be influenced by it.

We don't have the right
to hate mankind if God created it.

That's easy for believers.

And what about the people

for whom God is meaningless?

What then?

You say you have faith,
so you chose an attitude.

How do you express it?

I don't.

- Doesn't that bother you?
- Of course it does.

That's why it's very difficult.

Right.

So for you,
mankind is abstract,

thinking about it gives you...

I don't know, confidence,
a sort of...

For instance,
we filmed at Renault this summer.

Some workers were only striking

because the workshops were too noisy.

Conditions in Billancourt
aren't the same as in Paris.

People suffer.

Do you feel concerned?

Concerned but useless.

Communists, who are atheists,

have found a meaning to humanity.

But between believers and communists...

- It's lukewarm.
- A mass.

- Some communists have faith.
- They shouldn't exist.

So there are believers and communists?

They all believe.

Who do you think
are getting it right now?

- For who?
- People who suffer.

Who offers the best response
to mankind's expectations?

The communists.

I think the communists
are much more active.

More committed than the Christians.

The spirit is different.

There's no spirit of revenge

or hatred in religion,
no anger.

Communism is against something.

You must destroy
before you can be active.

I feel when you talk about Christianity

you see its highest and most noble form.

Whereas with communism,
you see its lowest form: anger.

Yes, but it works for it.

Are there angry Christians
and noble communists?

Among the best of them, yes.

- No, Catherine.
- What sort of Christians?

- The best ones, of course.
- So?

For me, communism represents...

it's hard to sum up in a few words...

My reason to live
and my hope for the future.

I don't hide it.

In the beginning,
were you opposed to the communists?

I had some objections at first.

What did you tell them?

Obviously the main objection

back in 1946 or 1947,

that sprang to my lips and my mind,

was that communism was atheist
and I was a believer.

Communists were proud
of being atheists.

The world they wanted to build
was without God,

a world built by men for men.

When I saw in their conversations

and actions how these comrades,

without God,

simply by their own strength
and ambition,

their will, work and efforts,

aimed to change the world,

when I saw that communism
was the communists,

it was easier for me
to set arguments aside

and engage in brotherly action.

You came to communism
through the unions?

You're a militant union member now?

How did you get involved in the unions?

A militant came up to me,

I can see it now,
at the canteen exit.

He knew or he'd just heard
that I was a priest,

and I'd come to work in the factory.

This surprised him.

He was a CGT militant,
he couldn't imagine

that a priest, with no ulterior motive,

would come to share
the working conditions and lives

of all his comrades.

His first feeling

was certainly distrust.

But he offered me a union card:

"Do you want to join the CGT?"

I'd already thought about it.

I said yes.

So since 1946,

I've been a militant CGT member.

But the fundamental problem

wasn't simply working like my comrades.

The problem for the militants around me

was to know if
I was sharing their struggle.

Did I have a union card

with no ulterior motives,
was I genuine?

Had I accepted
to join my life with theirs,

to join my fight,

my personal demands,
with their fight?

In all honesty,

without the Church telling me one day:

"That's enough, come back
to the bosom of the Church now.

"The experiment is over."

That's why, since 1946,

I was determined
to make it not an experiment,

but my life.

That's the core of the problem:

The Church wanted to experiment,

hoping we'd stop short
of any compromise

or too deep an involvement
in the struggle.

But gradually
the transformation took place.

I had to make the break.
To choose.

Worker or priest.

Being both was unthinkable:

engaging in the struggle
and remaining in the Church.

- You made your choice?
- Yes.

When the Church asked us

in 1953

to choose the Church
or the workers' struggle,

out of loyalty to my union card in 1946,

I preferred to remain a worker

and participate daily,

for the rest of my life,

in the workers' struggle.

Did your faith include transcendency?

In 1946, yes.

- Are you detached from it now?
- Totally.

Is it too personal to ask how?

It was a very gradual process.

It was very gradual and I think...

I don't say it's necessary
for a militant,

but it became a conviction.

I'm so caught up in what's essential,

I'm convinced

society has to change
so men can be happier...

This may sound rather brutal:

I don't have time to bother
about God or whether He exists.

The Morning of The Magicians
says Christ was a mutant.

- Have you read it?
- I've skimmed through it.

- The interesting bits.
- Which?

If there's life on other planets,
knowing what they think.

In May 1962, the dream
is served up ready-made.

For many Parisians,
TV is their only window onto the world.

The smaller the house,
the more vital the window.

20 May, shantytown
on the outskirts of Paris

You've studied?

Up until technical school,
eleventh grade.

Yes?

Eleventh grade.

Then you started working?

Yes, last year.

Your first job?

Your impressions of that plant?

I stayed a week in my first plant.

When I applied, I said:
"I have my skilled workers certificate.

"I saw your ad for P1 skilled turners.

"I'm not P1 but I have the equivalent.

"I can do a test, if you like."

So they agreed to give me a test.

It went well. I had a 16/20 grade.

It went very well.

So they hired me.

I had a good salary.

- The problem was...
- How much did you earn?

They took me on at 310 francs an hour.

For starters,
with a raise after a month.

That was your first paying job?

It was my first paying job.

I started working the next day.

And two days later,

a European in the same shop,

an unskilled worker,

found it abnormal that I, an Algerian,
was a skilled worker,

which wasn't quite true
as I was just starting,

and that he came in
to clean the lathe at night.

He complained to the chief.

"Why an Algerian?
He doesn't deserve to work.

"Having an Algerian
stepping on your toes..."

An official Labor Ministry
document states

that usually Algerians only find
the most menial and unhealthiest jobs.

In May 1962, in the euphoria
of the Evian agreements,

we tend to forget that the lowest
proletariat in a colonizing country

always has a sub-proletariat

from the colonized country,

and this reality outlasts colonization.

Was it your first contact with...

With racism, yes.

How did you feel about it?

At first I was disgusted by the man.

People weren't born to hate each other.

And when he said that...

It didn't affect me
as I had no complexes.

I didn't feel inferior to him.

Being insulting by him
didn't make me inferior.

I'm a man like him,
that's all.

So I said: "You're right."
And I quit.

I didn't want to make a fuss.

Was that when there was
the most racism in France?

Last year?
No, not exactly.

But some Europeans,
if I can say that,

did support racism.

And your second job?

My second job was later on,

as in the meantime,
I had problems

with the cops.

I had trouble with them.
They put me in hospital.

They put you in hospital?

Yes. It was the DST.

Were you arrested in a raid?

Not exactly.
Someone snitched on me.

- Really?
- I was snitched on.

It was early morning...

We lived in...

Some old shacks.

One day I had a row with...

I made a comment about discipline,

to one of my compatriots.

Soto mess me up,
he snitched on me.

We found out who it was...

He's still alive.

And your relations with the police?

Here's what happened:
it was a Friday morning.

They arrived at 4.30 am.

I'd got up a bit earlier
and gone outside to have a wash.

I'd left my door open,

there were lots of small rooms there.

They burst in,
I was lying on my bed, reading.

First a very young guy,
he stank of alcohol.

He'd been drinking,
he really stank.

My reaction was:
What's going on?

A guy bursts into my room
without knocking.

Stinking of alcohol.

I said: "Go and sleep it off
somewhere else."

Then he jumped on me.

He said: "On your feet."

I didn't want to get up.

So he insisted.
I got angry.

I started insulting him.

He let me insult him,

then he pulled out a badge: "DST."

When I saw it I was stunned.

I sat down, open mouthed.
And watched.

5 of them came in.
In front of my parents.

They brought in my parents
who lived in the room opposite.

They got them out of bed
and brought them into the room.

2 cops held me and they punched me.

I went berserk.
They sent me to hospital.

I had a breakdown,
they took me to Bichat Hospital.

I was in there for 8 days.

Was your reaction the same
as when the worker insulted you?

No, it was different.

I almost became a racist.

I nearly turned racist
because that guy wasn't...

He really snitched on me.

Really, he did...

Or they wouldn't have burst in.

They'd have asked me politely
to accompany them.

But beating me up
in front of my parents,

I can't accept that.

They could have...

And it was 3 against 1.

If there'd been 1,
I might have taken a beating

but I'd have fought back.

How do you see the future?

In my view, personally,

I see the future of Algeria

as a free Algeria, first of all.

That's vital.

Freedom of thought.

And above all,
in cooperation with France.

All the Algerians I know accept that,

I know lots of Algerians,

they all agree with me

as they know France is like a mother.

Only we have a mother: France,

but we have no father to govern us.

The government represents the father.

But anyway, everyone wants
an independent Algeria,

but politically, economically,
and intellectually

relating to France.

Would you rather live
in France or Algeria?

I'll never go back to Algeria.

May I ask why?

There's nothing left
for me there, anywhere.

All my relations were killed.

What matters for you in life?

Besides politics,
Algeria and the events?

What matters for me firstly,
is supporting my family.

My father is old, he's 56.

I have 6 sisters and my mother.

I'm the only one who works.

What matters for me
is having a better life.

And not being a worker forever.

Doing something more interesting.

Would you like a career in politics?

No, never.

Once everything is sorted out,

will you remain political?

Politics is fine for a while but...

What would you do in your free time?

There's work and leisure.

I want to go into education, teaching.

I hope that the next generation,

the one after me,

will have a bit more knowledge,

intellectually
and about life in general.

You'd like to go into
teaching and formation?

- How about marriage?
- No, not yet.

Not yet.
You think about it?

What about love?

We don't have time for love...

In Paris we're used to flirts

that last a couple of weeks.

It doesn't mean much to me.

It's nice though.

Taking a girl out dancing,
and flirting, is pleasant.

But it doesn't last.

- Do you have faith?
- In love?

No, you said you did.
Are you religious?

There's no afterlife?

100% atheist?

I don't believe in an afterlife.
This life is enough.

That's something else.

You can be sick of this one,
but still say there may be more.

- Nothing more?
- Nothing.

When I'm buried I'll be buried.

13 May, Place des Pyramides

Celebration of the anniversary of

Joan of Arc

Same day, place de l'Etoile

Present arms!

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

Two agitators

Ferdinand Lop,
losing French presidential candidate

(restricted suffrage)

Such was this month of May.

The sun shone for 185 hours,
40 hours less than usual.

The average temperature
was 53° Fahrenheit.

50 000 tons of vegetables came in,

36 000 tons of fruit.

12 500 tons of potatoes
were consumed,

21 000 tons of meat,

8 000 of fish,

4 000 of butter,

5 000 of cheese,

918 000 hectolitres of wine.

Parisians drank
37 million litres of milk,

999 000 003 passengers
took the metro.

55 000 m3 of gasoline were consumed.

8 476 813 000 old francs were deposited
in the National Savings Bank.

There was 43 mm of rain,
600 tons of dust.

Citroën manufactured 26 044 cars,

Simca, 25 886,

Renault, 42 389,

and Panhard, 2 788.

We celebrated 3 762 births,

mourned 2 036 deaths,

and attended 1 055 marriages.

We used 263 000 KW of electricity.

We smoked 900 tons of tobacco,

300 tons of Gauloises
and 265 tons of Gitanes.

We noted 2 deaths from flu,
215 from cerebral hemorrhage,

15 from alcoholism,

14 suicides:
10 men and 4 women,

132 deaths by accident,

50 cases of tuberculosis,

1 598 cases of cancer:
102 of the liver, 425 heart...

But for the 5 066 prisoners in Paris,

each day of May was exactly the same.

We're woken at 6 am
by the nun unlocking the door.

The doors date from when
the Roquette Prison was built.

The key of the cell is that long.

The sound of the key in the lock
would wake up a regiment.

We're woken up at 6 am,

then we go to the communal
washroom in the shape of...

What's it called?
Hexagon? Pentagon?

A sort of hexagon, I'd say.

A toilet on each hexagon tip.

There's a row of taps,

everyone does her best to wash.

- In cold water?
- Sure. No heating.

Roll-call, then breakfast.

A girl brings
a pan of vile black liquid.

What else? I think that's all.
Just a drink.

Then the canteen.

- Mass every day?
- No, on Sundays.

Usually everyone goes to Mass
to meet up.

The nuns must be thrilled.

What are they like? Nice? Nasty?

Same as everyone:
some good, some really awful.

But some are great.

The young ones.

Especially one who was
in charge of my first section.

She always said
she'd look after prisoners.

But there were horrible
old country nuns

who yelled louder than the prisoners,
they were stupid and evil.

What was the worst thing about it?

The other girls.

When prisoners think of the city,

they see two wonders:
doors opening from inside,

steps going in a straight line.

For a month,
we crossed Paris in a straight line.

Our journey could be made up
of all the kilometres

that inmates cover
in a circle, from wall to wall.

We try to see as a prisoner does
on his first day out,

trying to understand
how free people live.

We met free people.

We gave them the biggest role
in this film.

Those could question,
refuse, undertake, think...

or simply love.

They weren't without
contradictions and errors.

But they advanced with their errors.

Truth may not be the destination,
but maybe the road.

But we met many others

who would amaze the prisoner.

For them, prison is inside themselves.

These faces we see every day,

do we need a screen to reveal

what any Martian
would notice on landing?

We want to call out to them:

"What's wrong, Faces?"

"What are you afraid of

"that we can't see
but that you can, like dogs?

"The thought that your noble deeds
are mortal?"

Men know they're mortal.

They've found amazing ways
to laugh and sing about it.

Is it because beauty is mortal

and to love someone
means loving their passage?

Man has invented the naphthalene
of beauty: Art.

At times a bit erratic in its form,

but sometimes very beautiful.

So what is the problem?

You're in Paris,
capital of a prosperous nation,

in a world recovering from hereditary
ills treasured like family jewels:

dire poverty, hunger, fate, logic.

You may open the biggest switchbox
in human history

since the discovery of fire.

Are you afraid of Fantomas?

Do you think too much about yourselves?

Or about others, despite yourselves?

Perhaps you feel vaguely
that all of our fates are tied,

that joy and sorrow
are two secret societies,

so secret that you don't know
you're a member.

And you're aware of a voice
you don't hear, saying:

"As long as poverty exists
you're not rich.

"As long as despair exists,
you're not happy.

"As long as prisons exist,
you're not free."

The end credits, which should have
included the names of the participants,

have never been found
and might never have existed.

You are listening to the music
of Michel Legrand

which should have accompanied it.

Subtitles: Lenny Borger
and Charlotte Trench

Subtitling: MIKROS IMAGE