Original subtitles

Gentlemen,

tickets please.

It was in my pocket!

Come with me.

Come with me, please.

That way.

I had it on me.

Same old story. Move!

Keep moving.

I nabbed another one!

You'll see how we treat scum like you.

- Yourticket please, sir. - Right away!

Thank you!

Thank you, sir.

Have a good trip.

My name is Gr�goire Moulin.

I've always been prone to stress,

right from an early age.

FRANZ KAFKA CLINIC

He's no beauty.

What's his weight?

Nine pounds.

He'll grow up big, at least. Make a good football player.

No. A doctor.

- Footballer! - Doctor!

You're not wrecking his life!

- Footballer! - Doctor!

You asked for it, bitch!

I was raised by my Uncle Lo�c

and my loving grandmother,

whose husband had died some years ago

from swallowing a fly.

Butterfingers!

I first discovered my artistic streak one Christmas Eve.

That clinched it.

I'm going to be a dancer.

Over my dead body!

Put these on

and shut yourtrap!

Despite Uncle Lo�c's blandishments

I cared nothing for football

but I did care enormously

for a certain Janine.

This event shaped my attitude to life in general

and to love in particular.

25 years later, I was a lowly insurance clerk, still unmarried.

Then an insect

altered the course of my life.

My family's brutal demise

left me in a state of despair.

However, that long night brought me wisdom.

At dawn, I boldly decided to ask for a transfer

and put my best foot forward.

In two hours I'll be in Paris, starting a new life.

GREGOIRE MOULIN VERSUS MANKIND

Mr. Lacarri�re won't be long.

He'll show you the ropes.

Welcome aboard.

Enjoy your job.

Absolutely, sir...

Hi!

Emmanuel Lacarri�re.

Gr�goire Moulin, hello.

Welcome to the chain gang!

The AVC's conked out and we're up to our necks.

Heck of a time for you to join!

Sort this lot into numerical order,

starting in January,

and file them all in these envelopes.

It'll bore the shit out of you!

Aren't you married? No kids?

I see. You're a loner.

I was like you once. Thought I could go it alone,

but I was wrong.

Believe me, now that I have a wife and daughter

I'm happierthan ever.

Aren't they cute?

Here's mine.

It's a boy.

It's not a bed of roses but it's what life's about.

Ten days to go!

PARIS v. PERROS-GUIREC CUP FINAL

We'll whip the Bretons!

Still, they made it to the final somehow.

I'm wary of them.

Bretons are pushy!

Pussies! Bottom of the league!

They've only played wimps so far. They're goners!

Last week, Strasbourg weren't exactly wimps.

That was pure luck.

Without Bastini, Kound� and Lassalle, they'd have lost

to a volleyball team.

Those Breton cookies won't even see the ball.

The Cup's in the bag! Right?

See?

She's so beautiful!

God, she's so beautiful!

She drinks so beautifully!

She's wonderful.

I've got to find the guts to approach her.

Thursday...

Friday...

Monday...

Tuesday...

Wednesday...

Thursday...

I'll do it tomorrow.

Friday, May 27th

There and then, I hatched a plan

of devilish cunning!

ODILE BONHEUR

5'7" GREEN EYES

SINGLE

ODILE BONHEUR BALLET SCHOOL

May I speak to Odile Bonheur, please?

That's me.

Sorry to bother you. I think I found yourwallet.

My wallet? I don't think I lost it. Are you sure?

I think so.

Hold on.

I'll be right back.

You're right, it's gone. Where did you find it?

In your...

In the street, on Rue Pelletier.

Trust me to drop it! I'm so scatterbrained.

Thanks for picking it up.

Not at all.

Where can I bring it back to you?

No need. If you're nearby,

I'll come and pick it up.

I'll be out of the office all day.

But later on,

around 7 or 7.15, I'll be back here. I mean...

in your area.

I get off at 7.30. Could we meet in a caf�?

Yes, sure.

Let me think.

On Rue Mercier, nearthe bus stop. The Penalty Caf�. You know it?

A big barwith a red awning?

Yes, exactly.

Fine. Excellent.

S"ee you at 7.30 then."

Right.

See you then.

S"ee you then." B"ye."

And thanks a lot!

Not at all.

See you later.

Yes, see you later.

B"ye."

Goodbye, Mrs...

PERROS v. PARIS

DAViD v. GOLIATH

We'll murderthem!

Shit, shit!

- Sorry! - Never mind.

I'm sorry.

- Can I help? - This has to go out tonight.

It's 6.40, the copier's jammed... If it's not there by Monday, I'm dead!

Plus my wife caught chickenpox from the kid...

Fuck! I'll miss the beginning!

Beginning of what?

You're joking. The match!

Hang on.

You're not watching the final?

No.

You're pulling my leg.

Really. I'm not into football.

I've tried, but I can't focus on it.

If you're in no hurry, can you handle this?

The kickoff's at 8. I live in Montrouge. If the traffic's bad...

The Faillancier file.

Just copy this, see?

Then put the copy

in with the rest. Mind the original! When you've copied it,

put it back in my drawer.

Post it when you leave, without fail!

OK? Thanks.

Thanks a lot. See you Monday.

I'll pay you back.

See you Monday!

You're not watching the match?

No, why?

No reason.

When I heard, I thought they were kidding.

You're queer, is that it?

I've nothing against it.

Excuse me. Can you spare a franc?

It's too much! All day, every day!

They even pester you in the Post Office!

You've got me wrong.

I said no!

Stop bugging the lady for money!

- I only need one franc... - Give up!

It's not what you think.

Don't make me use force.

OK, I'll...

- I'll manage without. - Right!

Goodbye.

And don't come back.

It's horrific. Horrific!

I said "Raymond, one stray look and I'll cut it off."

- He cringed. - Men are such cowards.

My husband was a prize wimp.

The shame of my life.

I don't miss him one little bit!

Lucky you.

Bide yourtime and he'll snuff it.

I hope to God.

See you tomorrow.

I'd like to make a photocopy.

Two francs.

I won't be a moment.

Plus they never know what they want.

Looking fortrouble?

I just want this back.

Who says it's yours?

No one, but it is.

What's to prove it?

Go on, take it.

Get a job! Do yourself a favour.

Your paper's filthy!

- Someone trod on it. - It'll show.

I know but it's urgent.

Suit yourself, but don't complain later.

I wanted the other side.

How could I have known?

We just discussed the footprint.

How can I guess if you don't say?

That's a first!

- What's wrong? - Your muddy paper broke my machine!

You damage it, you pay. I'm warning you!

Eight francs.

You said two.

Plus the dark ones and the back.

- Why should I pay for duds? - Wait and see!

Your stamps, Ma.

Good timing, Francis.

I'm being ripped off.

OK, Ma.

I know this man.

I advise you to pay.

Can I use the phone, please?

PHONE FOR PATRONS ONLY

And a coffee, then.

Past the bar. Coins.

May I borrow a pen?

No! Stay out of my sight!

Stop harassing me!

It's over, over, over! Understood?

Don't speak to me, Jacky!

Don't say a word, you cowardly creep!

It serves you right!

It's over! Get lost!

She's left me.

But...

maybe it'll work out.

It won't work out!

She dropped me like a turd!

She neverwants to see or hear from me again. I'm fucked!

I'm going to kill myself.

Don't say that!

What can I do?

If I tell her I love her...

maybe she'll come back!

Maybe.

That's it! I've nevertold her I love her!

You're right! I should go and tell her now.

"Without you, my life is crap."

But for you, I'd have blown it.

Thanks, you're a real friend.

It's me again. The man who found yourwallet.

I've hit a snag. I'll be half an hour late. Sorry.

Don't worry. I'm in no rush.

It's so kind of you to bother.

Not at all.

How does 8 o'clock sound?

"Fine. 8 at the Penalty" B"ar."

See you at 8, then.

- B"ye for now." - Yes, and thank you.

France T�l�com Directory Assistance.

An agent will help you.

The price of this service is 4.46 francs.

France T�l�com, Julie speaking.

I need the number of Emmanuel Lacarri�re in Montrouge.

Hold the line.

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An agent will help you.

The number you requested is:

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He lost at the races? So what?

He'll pay me back or else!

I'm not angry. I just don't like messing with money!

No one gets credit from me. Not even my mother!

A matter of principle! Right!

Yeah, you do that! Goodbye!

Wanker!

- Hi, Gustave. - Hi, J�r�me.

Problem?

- Guy orders a drink and has no money. - You're joking.

- Tries to run and wrecks my furniture. - I know the type.

- Name? - Gr�goire Moulin.

Run him through the computer.

You do drugs?

Let's see your arms.

Other side!

- Been jobless for long? - I work in insurance.

I get it. Handling all those big cheques made you greedy.

You thought you'd grab a slice of Gustave's bar,

maybe make off with the till.

I had cash but the newsagent...

Don't fast-talk me. What newsagent?

By the Post Office.

On Rue Fournel?

She's a honey! Francis's mother, you know? The security guard.

She's a sweet lady.

And brave! When her old man died, did she cry?

Not a drop. What a woman!

You're a different kettle of fish.

- Checked his record? - None.

Like I said, you're a sneaky one.

Bring him in.

I was going to come back and pay.

I've a date in 5 minutes.

Look, there's my date! That woman, there.

Sit!

Problem, J�r�me?

It's Gilberte.

She threw a fit.

We had a row.

She wanted to watch her stupid soap.

Can you imagine? On Final night!

I lost it and belted her.

They don't like that.

I think she was upset.

She left with the kids.

Just trying to scare you.

- You reckon? - Sure. They all do that.

She's made her point.

She'll soon be crying for forgiveness.

She's not the crying kind.

Lucky you. Brigitte's like a hydrant.

Yeah?

- That must be a pain. - You're telling me.

Evertry clipping her lip?

That only makes it worse!

Calling all cars.

J�r�me here. Over.

S"ome Perros-Guirec fans" who couldn't get in

are beating up D�d� and Nono in their car!

Little shits! Where?

B"y the towers on Rue Piolet." Will you go?

You bet! Hit it!

If it turns sour, call for backup. Mind he stays put!

Heavy!

Pascal to HQ.

- Come in, dammit! - Officer...

Shut up!

Come in! Pascal to HQ!

Stick around! Bash the cops with us!

Avenue des Lys in Montrouge.

Don't worry, he's a good dog.

Back from the Gulf,

I found my wife gone with a salesman.

He helped me a lot. Kept me in one piece.

Dogs aren't like women. They love you for life. No spite.

Calm down!

He's not after you, but we're both uptight tonight.

Soccer fans are the scum of the earth.

They wrote on my door in indelible pen.

Typical soccer fans!

Talk about dirty tricks!

I only caught a glimpse of them, but I never forget a pair of eyes.

Here we are at Parc des Princes forthe Cup Final,

Olympic Paris v. Perros-Guirec, a surprising match

between the championship's richest club and a team

of 90% amateurs.

There's Giuseppe Marino, the controversial Paris coach

whose career is at stake tonight.

High stakes on both sides. Paris could salvage their chances

forthe European Cup.

"If the" B"retons win," they'll shoot from anonymity

to stardom.

There's Faraday, on the Paris side.

Amori, whose 360 million franc transfer

made recent headlines...

"Kermoal the "B"reton Attila"..."

So? Did you nick them?

I'm going to bed. Don't yell all night.

OK. See you later, honey.

Good night.

Yes, "aggressive"neatly describes

"the" B"retons'mentality at the start."

Paris having won the toss,

they pick the end. "The" B"retons kick off."

Here come the most explosive 90 minutes of the season!

That's 87 francs.

So I see.

As it happens, I have no money.

But don't worry. My colleague lives right there.

He'll give me...

your fare and we'll settle up.

Then we'll go to my office,

I'll pick up my things and...

You're refusing to pay?

Wait...

Keep calm!

I'm very calm. You owe me 87 francs.

I'll explain again.

I call on my colleague,

he gives me money, I pay you, we go to the next place.

That makes two trips for you.

It's worth yourwhile.

I'll be kind.

You've got two minutes.

Don't try to screw me.

I'm very vindictive.

"Paris="B"unch of Queers"

A nice cross to Ganassia.

Legoff intercepts, beaten by Johanson.

WOMEN IN QUESTION

Guilvinec tackles...

Red card, for fuck's sake!

Could be an unlucky start.

The ref's calling the physio.

Looks like a serious injury.

Poor Amori's in bad shape.

S"ad to see 360 million" on a stretcher.

Karajan, replacing

the luckless Amori, runs on...

Could be a dubious choice

by the Paris coach.

"If the" B"retons let them!"

Two minutes are up!

You're all filth!

The whole world is filth!

See you tonight, Emma.

Yes, Charles.

I love you, Emma.

So do I, my dear.

The Parisians are crying foul.

B"ut Mr. Kitchenmuller" opts for laxity.

He's given Paris a free kick. Could be dangerous...

Dupr�, the ace kicker, takes his run-up...

The crowd holds its breath...

S"omething put him off his stride."

Out!

- Wait... - Out!

Maniac!

Nobody screws me.

Nobody!

How is it?

Slow.

Very slow.

Slow play from the Parisians, who keep losing possession.

Ledantec to Guilvinec, Lemoel...

Tr�b�dec's cut down

by the Paris sweeper!

Tr�b�dec is writhing. Maybe cheating a little?

Let's hope it's not a ligament.

I smell a card!

It's a red one!

It looked unintentional, but...

a foul is a foul and rules are rules.

They're made to be kept.

Looks bad for Paris.

They're one man short from now on.

A dangerous free kick, knowing Legoff's firepower.

Legoff runs up...

Goal!

A brilliant goal!

Feeling better?

What happened?

You hit our car and passed out.

Where am I?

In our apartment.

We brought you here to treat you. I'm a doctor.

We thought we'd killed you! We were petrified.

Any pain in your chest

or head?

I'm OK, I think...

Stay lying down. It's safer.

My name's Solange.

My husband is Jean-Fran�ois.

Gr�goire Moulin. Nice to meet you.

How about a little pick-me-up?

A little cognac?

Do you like music?

Yes, of course.

I really must make a phone call.

My wife and I are very Brahms. Aren't we, dear?

Very.

Isn't this heat hellish?

I'll say! It's too much for me.

Make yourself comfortable.

You're beading.

Care for a shower?

No thanks, I've got to go. I'm very late.

I urge you not to.

You'd be taking a big risk.

What's your perfume?

Just aftershave.

Smell it. It's gorgeous.

Hang on. I'm not into...

Liar!

With your smutty looks?

Fuck us!

Be nice. It's Friday. We're bored stiff.

Threesomes are fun.

No, please!

Don't be coy. You're dying for it!

Get off me, please!

I didn't mean to.

It's OK. She's out cold.

You and I can have fun.

Look,

I'll be perfectly frank. I like you.

I like you a lot.

From the moment I saw you.

Give me a little kiss.

What have you got to lose?

- I just don't want to! - Just one little peck.

Can't you show some affection?

Just one little peck.

Then I'll let you go, I promise.

On the neck. Just on the neck.

Please.

All right. Make it quick.

More!

- You promised! - I was lying.

I have one fault. I'm stubborn!

I see! Playing hard to get?

I warn you. I'll hit you!

Whateverturns you on! But I'll have to defend myself.

Touch�!

You're a raving loony!

Did I hurt you?

Rodolphe!

Say you'll never leave me.

I'm mad about you, Emma. Every second without you is torture.

Let us away, Rodolphe. Let's leave Yonville forever.

You're senseless!

My husband is an unambitious, repulsive fool.

He's so ugly!

If I have to stay with him, I'll die.

Promise you'll take me away.

Promise!

Very well, Emma. I'll take you away,

my senseless one!

But when?

Thursday! I'll come and take you away forever.

Miss Bonheur?

Phone for you. On the bar.

Faraday to Rubens,

a long pass up to Vukovic,

Vukovic shoots, "teases the" B"retons'post..."

- It's me again, about yourwallet. - "Oh! It's you."

I'm sorry to say I'm terribly late.

I must say I was getting worried.

Is something wrong?

Nothing to worry about.

I'll wait here.

S"orry, again."

See you soon.

Faraday centres, header from Perez, Kermoal, Cloarec...

The pace is really picking up!

"The" B"reton defence is in shambles..."

Emmanuel Lacarri�re?

Could be the turning point. Faraday, Vukovic shoots!

Mr. Kitchenmuller blows half-time

"on a score of 1-0 to the" B"retons."

Excuse me! Please!

Pussycat!

Do you know where there's a phone?

Do you know where there's a phone?

Where can I find a phone?

In there.

Door!

"The" B"retons are playing fortime..."

Guilvinec storms down the right wing, centres...

The Paris keeper plucks it from the air...

Della Slerra scores!

Goal! We're going to win!

The Parisians are naturally ecstatic.

Looks like Della Slerra was offside!

The linesman is adamant.

The players protest.

What a disappointment forthe Parisians!

Their joy turns to ashes.

What the hell?

- You're not phoning now! - Just two minutes...

Jesus fucking Christ!

Let us watch the game in peace!

There! No more phone!

Get out!

You want the office keys?

You're kidding.

Didn't you post my letter?

You had me worried! Shit!

No, it's only the match.

Can you lend me 200 francs for a taxi?

OK, but come soon.

I'll be as quick as I can. Thanks.

What a slob!

Excuse me...

- Can you do me a favour? - Such as?

Another Paris miskick sends the ball into the stands.

- Please! It's very important! - No!

Sorry.

A brush between Dupr� and Guilvinec.

"The burly" B"retons" are showing a mean streak.

- "It's a man's game." - "For sure."

It's me, pussycat.

It's me!

Are you asleep?

Sorry! I thought you were someone else.

Still, it wasn't unpleasant.

Call me naughty...

but I'm game for more.

Aren't you?

Silence means consent.

Sorry to call you so late, madam. This is Barrister Lenoir.

Could I speak to the police chief? It's a vital matter.

Thank you.

Bruno? This is Philippe.

Playing at fare-dodging? Let's see your papers.

- Let me go! - Come back!

Look! Everything's OK.

Miss?

Has he gone?

- Who? - The creep with the moustache.

Yes, he's gone.

Who are you?

A passer-by. I heard you scream and came to help.

You saved my life!

You did! If it weren't for you,

he'd have battered and raped me for hours.

I'd certainly be dead by now.

I'm H�l�ne. Nice to meet you.

It was so brave of you!

How can I thank you?

Ask me anything you want.

You have a car?

Yes!

It's urgent. I've been keeping a woman waiting for hours

in a sleazy bar run by a thug.

If I don't get there fast,

I dread to think... - She's in danger?

After a fashion.

And you love her!

My dear Emma,

after much painful thinking,

I see that our affair will only bring us woe.

I have, therefore, bravely decided to flee forever.

Please don't think too badly of me.

Rodolphe.

"Goal! 2-0 to the" B"retons!"

Nice to see the Perros team loosen up

and jump for joy.

Two goals up! The Cup's at their fingertips.

"Compared to the" B"retons," the plagues of Egypt were a picnic.

Have we scored?

You don't want me to drive?

I'm all right now.

I'm glad to help you.

H�l�ne!

Come back! I can't live without you!

I love you!

Crap! Two years on, he was still with his wife.

So one evening,

I decided we both must die because our love was impossible.

Like Romeo and Juliet!

We agreed to take thirty Valiums each.

I took mine.

Aftertwo days in a coma, I woke up and he was gone.

I love you!

You probably find me harsh

but we women hate to be let down.

You want me to kill myself? I will!

I really will!

You've got it in for me, eh?

Pure coincidence, I swear.

You're gonna pay forthis.

What do you want?

Relax. He owns the car we just crashed into.

He throws a fit over a bit of bent metal?

What's the big deal?

Get lost! Take your fleabag with you!

Take that back!

Your animal stinks and you're a slob.

I'm glad I wrecked your car! Serves you right!

H�l�ne, my love!

This way!

Turn!

What do we do without a car?

Don't split hairs!

- Where there's a will there's a way. - What way?

I've been running around in circles for hours.

You think a solution will fall into our laps?

We'll ask to borrow that car.

They'll never let us.

Have more faith in human nature.

"The" B"retons are back in possession..."

Gents! Sorry to bother you.

My friend and I

need your car for a while.

As you're not using it...

Can't you even answer?

I ask you!

These people are so rude!

Drop it. Don't botherthem during the match. They'll turn nasty.

We'll see about that!

Gentlemen,

be decent. My friend needs a car.

Awoman's life is at stake.

Excuse her. She has no idea.

Come on. We're being a nuisance.

You're such a coward!

I'm deeply sorry.

Johanson goes into the attack!

Get in!

- Where to? - Montrouge.

Have you known many women?

A reasonable amount.

I see!

Little devil!

This time

it's the real thing?

We hardly know each other, but I'll try to make her happy.

Don't you want to kiss me?

Don't you want to die with me?

Don't force yourself.

I get it.

What's she got that I haven't?

What have they all got

that I haven't?

- Prepare for pain! - Big pain!

Well now, graffitists!

I knew I'd find you.

So this creep's in with you?

Filthy scum!

We scored!

We scored!

3-0!

My bike! Thieving bastard!

The Paris keeper looks hurt.

He hit the post hard, by the sound of it.

It's all my fault.

But I...

I still love you.

Can't we give each other another chance?

Not on your life!

Here comes Martins, the substitute goalie.

He hasn't played since his dustup

with the Corsican fans.

It won't help Paris's chances,

to put it bluntly.

Have you seen my friend?

Atone, creature!

Yes!

Send me to the vale of tears!

My soul is soiled.

Cleanse it!

You haven't the guts to shoot.

You're all the same.

Cowards!

You think women are better?

Always complaining, making us feel guilty,

only to split with the nearest jerk!

You're very sexy when you're angry.

You know what?

Let's kiss

and then kill ourselves.

It will be beautiful.

Drive!

Wait!

Hello, boy!

What's your name?

What?

Michel?

That's a very pretty name.

The final whistle

hits Paris like an axe!

"While the" B"retons go wild!"

"Yes, the" B"reton team"

was in a state of grace. No otherword for it.

The crowd has gone delirious!

It's like being in Asterix's village!

The faces of the Perros-Guirec fans

are a joy to behold!

Euphoria is in the air!

The healthy happiness of good spectator sport.

That's true.

They'll be tossing pancakes

in celebration.

"All over" B"rittany,"

they'll be drinking mead and playing bagpipes till dawn.

Jesus! 3-0! Can you imagine?

- What can I say! - Nothing!

Just shut up and cry!

Fuck it to hell!

Can I use the phone?

Emma!

My little Emma!

Forgive me, Charles.

Miss Bonheur?

It's for you again.

- "You're crying?" - No, it's OK.

I'll soon be there.

Don't be too long. I can't pay for my drinks.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I want to go home.

Can I count on you?

I'm really sorry.

I'll be off. I'll take the keys and go.

Strange! I had them in my jacket.

I can't believe it! I nevertake them out!

They can't be far.

They shouldn't be anywhere except in my fucking jacket!

Stop or I'll do something drastic.

Piss off!

All right.

Good night.

Fuck! My car!

I left them in my car! God, I'm stupid!

I put them on the dashboard when I left the office!

I'm so stupid!

Fuck!

Where are my fucking car keys?

Come on!

My car!

I parked it there!

My car's been nicked!

How dumb can I get? I left it there yesterday.

Come on.

- Wait! Don't... - Don't worry.

It's leased, like everything else.

Shit! Stand back.

Here.

200 francs for yourtaxi. Thanks forthe photocopy.

Can't that kid shut up?

Catherine!

You're two hours late.

It's 10.30. I ordered a pizza at 8.15. Where've you been?

I'm not the delivery guy.

Give me my pizza.

- You're mistaken... - OK!

Dirty little liar!

And it's cold!

You expect me to eat cold pizza?

I don't believe it.

Are you OK?

What am I in for now? You're going to butcher me

and hang me up with your carcasses?

What have we done to make you angry?

I'm angry because I'm fed up!

I warn you!

Anyone who moves gets his head knocked off!

Got it?

It's like I said, guys. People don't like us.

With you all the way...

I'm closing, Miss.

That'll be 21.60.

I have no money.

What?

Wait!

For her drinks and my coffee.

Keep the lot.

That changes everything.

Thank you, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

God! It's you!

Forgive me.

I've watched you for days

from my window.

My heart hasn't stopped pounding for you.

But I'm pathologically shy.

I almost approached you a hundred times.

Each time, I backed out.

After reading this, I know that life without love is a dead end.

Will you come for a walk with me?

It's a beautiful night

and I've so much to tell you.

With pleasure, of course...

Can you give me a minute?

Of course.

Would it bother you to wait outside?

I have to clear up.

By all means.

I wish you every happiness.

Both of you.

Thanks.

Good night.

Thought you'd escaped me, scumbag?

You filthy punk!

Calm down!

You're dead!

Shithead!

You left in a rush. Don't you like us?

Wait! I'm sure we can settle this amicably.

It's not our style.

It's the pansies!

It's the Perros-Guirec guys!

Die, pig!

Mr. Moulin!

I'd like you to meet Michel,

my new friend.

Isn't he handsome?

I love you!

I don't. You should have died with me.

I know. I'm going to make it right.

Filthy shit!

This is Colonel Mortier of the Anti-Gang Unit.

Come quietly or you'll be shot.

Put your gun down and hands up!

It was him.

He hit me and left me to his accomplice, who...

assaulted me.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honour.

Stand up, Mr. Moulin.

Guilty, unanimously.

The prisoner has been found guilty.

The court's sentence

is life imprisonment.

Case closed.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Which is my bunk?

Take your pick,

pussycat!

A long year later...

Riot in Clairveaux prison last night,

due to a power cut during the French Cup Final broadcast.

The blackout enraged the inmates.

This morning, two prisoners were missing.

Finally, sport...

Afterwandering far and wide...

Gr�goire and Odile finally found a place...

where football doesn't exist.

Subtitles by Nigel Palmer

DVD Subtitles: CNST, Montreal

ALL THE ANIMALS, ACTORS AND CREW MEMBERS

WERE BEATEN AND RAPED THROUGHOUT THIS FILM...

AND THEY LOVED IT!

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