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Outta the way!

Here they come.

Philippe, 100 euros says I can lose them.

- Philippe. - You're on.

Here we go.

You're in shape. God!

Shit!

Fuck!

So you lost them?

Get out! Hands on the hood!

- Get out! - Two hundred says I get an escort.

You'll lose again.

- Two hundred, an escort! - You're on.

Let's see your hands!

Your goddamn hands!

Let me explain.

Shut your mouth and put your hands on the hood!

Hold on.

- Let go! - I said get out!

He can't get out!

He can't even open the door!

- What? - Look at the sticker!

There's a wheelchair in the trunk!

Go and check!

Take a look.

Let go of me.

Yeah.

Well?

What is this?

You think I drive that fast for the hell of it?

We're heading for the hospital.

He's having a fit, OK.

It's an emergency!

He can't move! I'm his caregiver.

We have a problem.

Look.

What do we do?

Know what? Think it over. Take your time.

Then call his kid and say you killed her dad!

In five minutes, he'll be a goner,

dead as a dodo.

So take your time.

Go on, think it over! While he croaks.

OK, get going.

- Where are you heading? - The ER.

We'll escort you, it's safer.

We're escorting them. Let's go!

It's OK, they're splitting.

This is really gross, Philippe.

Freaks me out. How do you produce this stuff?

Maybe you should take that driving test now.

Yes, but for now, "We'll escort you, it's safer."

An escort at 200 euros.

I never wager such large sums.

This calls for a change of mood.

"We'll escort you, it's safer."

Come on, I helped you out.

Philippe, the escort.

The escort, it's safer.

We'll escort you, it's safer!

Here he comes.

They're bringing a stretcher. You'll be OK?

- Yes, fine. - Good luck.

Goodbye.

What do we do now?

You let me handle it now.

Any references?

Yes, I have a DAHC,

a Diploma in Advanced Home Care.

I backed it up with training at the Bayer Institute in 2001.

I studied social work at school,

then did a course in social and family economics.

Actually, the thing is...

I've done more studying than working.

What is your key motivation?

Money.

The man.

I'm totally into that.

That's nice.

Helping others, I think.

Is that OK? Did I get it right?

The neighborhood.

I like crippled people,

since I was little.

Working to make the handicapped independent,

on a social level.

Sport too. You need to move.

To fit in with life.

These people can't do a thing.

I had my first professional experience...

That was Mrs. Dupont-Moretti...

A very old lady...

...really very old...

...whom I cared for until the end.

There were fun times in the geriatric unit

at Halloween and so on.

I'm also an expert with bureaucracy.

Housing grants, for instance.

I don't know. Maybe...

...you get one?

Check, Magalie, but somehow I doubt it.

- Yvan Laprade? - Yes.

Enough.

- I'm Laprade. - I'm sick of waiting.

Hello.

I need a signature.

Have a seat.

Any references?

- I have plenty. - All right.

We're listening.

Kool and the Gang, Earth, Wind & Fire.

Good references?

I don't know them. Sit down.

You know nothing about music.

I'm no ignoramus when it comes to music

even if I don't know Cruel...

- Kool and the Gang. - And you?

Do you know Chopin, Schubert or Berlioz?

Do I know Berlioz?

I bet you don't!

I'm a specialist.

Oh yeah?

Who do you know there?

Which building?

What do you mean?

Before becoming a housing project,

Berlioz was a 19th century composer, writer and critic.

Bullshit. I know who Berlioz is. Humor's like music for you.

You suck at both.

You need a signature?

Yeah, to say I applied for the job...

...but that despite my obvious qualities...

Just put the usual spiel about not being interested.

I need three refusals to get the benefit.

I see, your benefit.

Any other motivations?

Yes, plenty.

One right here.

Very motivating in fact.

OK, I'm having a blast, but what do we do?

Sign or not?

I can't sign right now.

- Why not? - Why not?

That's a bummer.

I'm already late handing it in.

That's a bummer as you say.

- Can't Ms. Motivation sign for you? - Magalie isn't authorized.

Too bad, she could have added her cell number.

Pick it up tomorrow at nine.

I'd hate to deprive you of your benefit.

I won't see you out.

No, don't get up.

I mean, stay seated.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Mina, is she here?

No, she'll be back late.

No!

Turn the tap off or I don't have any water!

Turn the tap off!

Get out of here!

I'm taking a shower!

- Leave me be! - Out!

Get them out.

Go on.

Bintou, I'm serious!

Mina!

Get them out!

Get out with your big belly.

Let go!

Get out!

Out, you lot!

Get it?

- Hey, Bintou. - Let go!

Bintou, what the hell?

Sit down, you!

- Where were you? - At school.

Where are you going?

Horse-riding.

Wise guy.

Here, it's for you.

Where were you?

On vacation.

People talk around here.

You think I'm a dumb bitch?

Six months without seeing you.

Not one phone call. Nothing!

And now you turn up with a Kinder egg?

You think your scams will pay for the rent,

for food?

You think this is a hotel?

Look at me when I talk to you!

Idiot!

There's no talking to you!

Want to talk?

I'm listening.

I'm listening.

You know, Driss,

I've done a lot of praying for you.

But, God forgive me,

I have other children.

I still have hope for them.

I don't want you coming back here.

Just pack up your bags and get the hell out.

Is that clear?

Get out.

Get out!

That was a good one, right?

Know what? I'm going.

- It wasn't funny? - Forget it.

It wasn't funny?

- Yes? - It's for my paper.

- I was expecting you. - About...

- Come in. ...my benefit.

Tell Philippe he's here.

Right away.

Well?

No beetroot, but the radishes are nearly ready.

Good.

Hello.

Come along.

I'm warning you, he had a bad night.

Like you apparently.

His day begins at 7:00 a.m. With the nurse.

He needs two to three hours of care each morning.

Many applicants throw in the towel after a week.

We see a lot of them.

I like the decor, the music and all the rest,

but I'm not buying and I have stuff to do.

I was told to show you around.

Anyhow, it's nearly over.

To communicate, you have a baby monitor.

It's like a walkie-talkie.

Under the terms of the contract, you have your own quarters.

This is the toilet.

And you have a separate bathroom.

This way.

He's expecting you.

Just a minute.

I had your paper signed.

It's on the table over there.

So you like being assisted?

What?

You don't mind living off others' backs?

It's not a problem for you?

No. How about you?

Do you think you're capable of working? With constraints, regular hours,

responsibilities...

A sense of humor after all.

And I'm ready to try you out for a month.

You have a day to think it over.

I bet you won't last two weeks.

What?

No bone,

no muscle should be ignored. Move them all.

Keep the skin and joints in good condition.

To do that, you need to be meticulous,

and strict. All right? Is that clear?

Wake up!

You sleep at night!

I'm not asleep.

Help me.

Let's put Philippe in his chair...

...and get him to the shower.

I know...

Try it on your own. Show me.

Don't be scared. Go on.

I'm not scared.

Happy now?

Never let him go until he's strapped in.

Yes, I'm kinky that way.

No one told me.

I'm in training.

Do you want white gloves or what? Scrub away!

The shampoo's weird, it won't lather.

- How's it going? - It won't lather.

What?

I don't believe it.

That's his foot cream.

Hold on.

Don't tell me you can't read, Driss!

Sure I can, but...

You seem pretty gifted.

Usually it's one for the whole body.

This guy has 20.

I'm not spending all day here.

This one then?

The one marked shampoo.

Will you manage?

Of course he will.

My feet are beautifully coiffed.

Go and have lunch, Marcelle.

Where's the skirt?

They're support stockings. They help the blood to flow properly

so I don't faint.

I'm not doing that.

There's a problem here.

Seeing as how I won't be doing it,

we need to see if... Marcelle!

Maybe Marcelle could come back to put them on you.

She knows how to do it, being a chick and all that...

I'm just not doing it, OK.

You're better off fainting.

I mean, sometimes...

We just refuse to put them on. We're men.

No way, Marcelle!

You're good with stockings.

Only natural with that cute earring.

Can we cut the joking?

You're a natural at this.

Haven't you ever considered work...

...as a beautician?

OK, that's done.

What are the gloves for?

Let's wait a while. You're not quite ready for that yet.

No, he's not quite ready.

What do you mean, not ready for what?

- What is this? - We'll explain.

We need to talk, Marcelle! This training's not working.

Ready or not,

I'm not emptying the ass of a guy I don't know.

Or even of a guy I do know.

I don't empty anyone's ass, on principle.

Can I finish eating first?

No.

Let's just leave it at this.

I don't go for this sick stuff.

The stockings were bad enough.

But I met you part way.

Your turn. Drop the ass emptying.

- I get the message. - It's wrong.

Just drop it.

Enjoy your lunch.

Beautiful, huh?

I love it.

Don't mind me.

You're not at the movies, I'm eating here.

Hi. Where can I find a beer?

Maybe in your wig.

You took both packs?

No idea. I don't care.

Take your mop-head for a walk.

Let's go.

He's the guy my dad hired.

Oh, right.

The guy has a name.

- What? - Sorry.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

Just massaging away.

Fucking weird.

Have you finished playing?

You can't feel a thing?

Have you gone mad?!

He's experimenting.

He can't feel a thing.

You'll burn him!

Lawyer.

Lawyer.

That's personal. I'll read it later.

The "personal" file?

Trash.

She's not bad.

How about a "hooker" file?

Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

Shit, I keep forgetting.

Shit, sorry.

That feels good.

Driss, come here, please.

Can you hear me?

Come here, please.

What?

It's nearly nine. Philippe's waiting.

Nine already? This bath gel takes ages to foam.

What a pigsty.

Can you make my coffee?

The baby monitor!

Always with you!

And Nutella!

Not that jam made with weird fruit!

I'm not getting in this.

And I'm not loading you into the back like a horse.

What's this?

That one's less suitable.

Meaning?

Unfortunately, we need to be pragmatic.

Pragmatic?

Holy fuck.

Listen to that.

- It feels so good. - It's great.

This is good.

She's nervy.

Let's go!

The neighbor keeps parking there.

He thinks it's his space.

Not for much longer.

How's it going?

Am I bothering you, Blondie? Want a coffee?

Come on.

- Go on, read this! - "Keep free at all times."

Louder!

That's the way.

- Read it all. - "Reserved parking."

Get that into your thick skull and move!

Go on, Blondie, piss off!

We open Tuesday. It'll be sold by then.

Can we go?

You've been there an hour. Time to switch channels.

There's a lot of serenity in it. A certain violence too.

It's very touching.

Touching? Red splashes on white?

How much is it?

Thirty thousand euros, I think, but I'll check.

Yeah, check.

That price seems way high to me.

You can't buy this crap! It's not possible!

It is possible.

The guy wants 30 grand for a nosebleed!

Tell me, Driss,

why are people interested in art?

- It's all business, I guess. - No.

It's the trace of our passage on this earth.

Bullshit.

For 50 euros, I'll do you a trace of my passage.

I'll even add some blue!

Enough. Give me a chocolate.

No.

Give me a chocolate.

No handy, no candy.

It's a joke.

I'm kidding.

- It's a joke? - Yes.

- A joke. - It's a good one.

A very good joke.

That's the punch line, see.

But in your case...

Come on.

- It's wicked. - It's a good joke.

You got no hands, Philippe.

I'll tell it to Marge Simpson.

I was wrong about the price.

It's 41,500 euros.

I'll take it.

You will?

Hi, Philippe.

How are you doing?

You summoned me, so here I am.

I'm listening.

What's so urgent?

I didn't summon you.

You must have some idea why I'm here.

Who is this fellow?

Everyone's worried.

Yvonne tells me he's reckless, violent...

He hit a neighbor?

I don't need to tell you you have to be vigilant.

Don't let just anyone into your home,

especially not in your state.

I'm not really sure you know whom you're dealing with.

Carry on.

I called Sivot at the Justice Ministry.

The boy isn't Al Capone,

but young Driss has a record.

He just did six months for robbery.

On top of the rest...

...I'm told he's useless.

Be careful.

These street guys have no pity.

That's it exactly.

That's what I want. No pity.

He often hands me the phone because he forgets.

True, he isn't compassionate.

But he's strong, with arms and legs.

His brain works, he's healthy.

So, all the rest, given my state, as you call it,

his background and so on, I don't give a shit.

As you wish.

Will that be all?

Magalie...

- Got a minute? - Not really.

I want to show you something.

What is it?

Chill, you can always say no.

One minute then.

So?

So I have a bathtub.

That's all.

Very interesting.

- And... - We could take a bath.

There's plenty of room.

I have bath salts and foam.

Why not?

Yeah. Why not?

Go on then, get undressed.

Look at you!

The saucy kind. I like it.

OK, I'll get undressed.

What?

Where are you going?

You said yes!

Just a quick rinse!

What's with you?

I'm always tense when the mail arrives.

As Apollinaire said:

"I despair as I yearn for a letter from you..."

Slower, you're losing me.

I'm at "As Apollinaire said:"

"I despair as I yearn for a letter..."

You may not realize, but this is private.

No, I didn't realize.

Give me that.

Only if you explain.

There's nothing to explain.

He writes letters.

Letters?

Who to?

Usually to women.

Come on, who?

One in particular. Eléonore.

Who? We've never seen her.

How come?

It's an epistolary relationship.

Meaning they write to each other. They correspond solely by mail.

No need to spell it out.

The blue envelopes?

He's hot stuff.

He epistoles.

How about you?

No lover in sight?

Albert the gardener, say?

Certainly not!

I've seen the longing looks he gives you.

Am I wrong? Yes or no?

Stop it, it's ridiculous.

Has he slipped it to you?

- What? - His little cucumber.

What?

I must be dreaming.

Albert, Albert.

He will soon.

He will soon.

Shit!

Are you OK?

Want some music?

It's all right.

Calm down.

Take it easy.

Try to breathe slowly.

You're with me.

Take it easy.

Try to breathe slowly.

It's all right.

I need air!

I need air!

Shit!

It's good to breathe.

What time is it?

I don't know. Around 4:00 a.m.

It's ages since I saw Paris by night.

What happened?

The medication has its limits.

Doctors call them phantom pains.

I feel like a frozen steak tossed onto a red-hot griddle.

I feel nothing but suffer anyway.

Surely something could help.

That could.

We're all sick for that, me worse than you probably.

I wanted to ask you... With women...

How do you manage?

You adapt.

So can you do it or not?

You may not realize,

but I feel nothing from my neck to my toes.

So you can't.

It's not that simple.

I can, but it's not my decision.

And you can find pleasure elsewhere.

Yeah?

You've no idea.

You're right. How, for example?

For example, the ears.

The ears?

The ears are a highly sensitive erogenous zone.

You get your ears licked?

I'd never have guessed.

Philippe?

- Try this. It'll help. - What is this crap?

It can't hurt you.

Drag on it.

Go on, drag on it.

Take it easy. Share it.

Again.

One more time.

That's enough for now.

Sorry, but you really get off with your ears?

If your ears are red, that means you're turned on?

Exactly.

Sometimes they're hard when I wake.

- Both of them? - Yes!

I met my wife Alice when we were students.

She was tall, very elegant,

with laughing eyes.

Is she the blond in the photos?

She's not bad.

What we had was incredible.

I hope you experience that one day.

Fuck, I loved her so much! I loved her so much.

Then she got pregnant.

Five successive miscarriages.

Then the verdict came in. An incurable, terminal illness.

We decided to adopt.

Waiter!

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Yes?

A tarte tatin, please.

Cooked. The chocolate cake was raw.

It was all squashy and gooey. Weird.

That's what molten cake is.

- So that's why. - Yes.

I'll have a tarte tatin anyway.

I've always loved competition,

extreme sports, speed.

Going faster, higher.

A paraglider gave me that.

I was high in the sky, looking down at things, breathing.

I was raised to think we pissed on the world.

Some water. My mouth's dry.

The joint does that.

And what else?

Makes you hungry

and chatty.

But bad weather can be fatal when paragliding.

And you flew anyway?

Yes, maybe to suffer like Alice. I knew she'd never recover.

I broke the third and fourth vertebrae. Now only fly in my mind.

When the pain eases, I have my thoughts.

My real handicap isn't being in a chair.

It's living without her.

What do the doctors say?

With the advances in medicine, they'll keep me going to 70

with massages and pick-me-ups.

It's expensive, but I'm a rich invalid.

I'd have shot myself.

That's not easy in my condition.

True.

That sucks.

What's the date today?

The eighth or the ninth.

It's official then.

What is?

You've won your bet.

Your trial period's over.

I'm hired then?

Yes, you're hired.

Can I count on you now?

- Yes. - Good.

Start by giving my Fabergé egg back.

Alice gave me one each year.

I have 25, one for each year we were together.

I cherish it.

I don't know why you... Wasn't me.

What did you lose again?

Mina!

Mina!

- What's up? - Get in.

Buckle up.

How's it going?

How's school?

Why don't you text me back?

I was busy.

Let's hear it. Who called?

A cop, to talk to Mom. I put on a deep voice

and said we'd go.

Found my egg?

Have you found it?

Screw your stone egg. I haven't found it.

What did you say?

What could I say?

I only had 30 grams on me.

For that you get a spell in custody, then it's bye-bye.

Let's get a kebab.

I'm not getting in that!

Let go of me.

Where are you going?

Who's driving you?

Get lost!

It's not your business.

Piss off!

Fuck!

"Her shining eyes are made of charming minerals

and in this strange, symbolic world..."

"And in this strange...

...symbolic...

...world..."

Fucking boring!

"...where the inviolate angel and ancient sphinx..."

Is that with an "i" or a "y"?

This is killing my mind.

"Sphinx" is with an "i."

Why bother with this crap?

Sphinxes, daisies, angels...

You'd go for this stuff?

True, one could be more direct.

"And ancient sphinx..." Go on.

What's she look like?

I don't know. That's not what matters.

It's intellectual and emotional, not physical.

I want a mind-to-mind relationship.

If she's a troll, it'll be mind-to-troll!

Very subtle. Really.

What can I say?

Bravo.

How long's it been going on?

Please.

Six months.

Six months?

And you've never seen her?

Maybe she's fat and ugly. Or handicapped.

At the end of the poem put "How's your weight?"

Thank you very much for your sound advice, Driss.

Let's carry on. Where was I?

A sphinx was eating daisies with an angel,

then running and doing stuff.

Let me see...

"In this strange, symbolic world..."

"In this strange, symbolic world..."

Call her!

"...where the inviolate angel and ancient sphinx..."

Call her, OK!

I can get more across with the written word, OK?

He's incredible.

I'm going to find her number. This is stressing me out.

Dunkirk. That's bad.

Put that down.

No beauty queens there.

Only trolls.

Put that down right now.

Her number's here.

That means she wants you to call!

Put it down, please!

She wrote her number here.

That means: "Call me, I'll lick your ear."

What's he doing? Don't call her.

Enough poetry after six months.

He's totally crazy!

I won't speak to her.

I bet she has an accent. They talk weird up there.

Hang up!

"I want my Philippe."

She's gonna get him.

The voice sounds OK.

Improvise, talk about the daisies...

Eléonore? It's Philippe.

I'm calling because I really wanted to hear the sound of your voice

and with that first "hello,"

- I'm fulfilled. - I'll put her on.

Too wordy. Try simpler sentences.

Eléonore, it's Philippe.

Philippe?

I was writing you a letter and...

...it just hit me, "Why don't I call her?"

Ask her weight!

- I'm sorry? - No, nothing.

"I'm in mourning,

I weep, I'm afraid.

Lord, fresh air..."

Yes, "The Foolish Virgin." You're unbeatable.

I love Rimbaud too.

Sorry, I was here first.

Eléonore, I'm so happy.

What a chatterbox!

There's no stopping you now.

Take care.

Let's all take care, let's all lick our ears.

Excellent.

Well?

Good news and not so good news.

The good news?

Fifty-three kilos.

Fifty-three kilos, that's good.

Unless she's one meter tall.

The bad news is, she wants a photo.

- So? - Very funny.

Your tickets, please.

Good evening.

Right here.

- OK. - Have a good evening.

If you want us, we won't move from there.

Especially him.

What do you think women want?

I don't know.

Beauty, charm, elegance...

Bullshit! They want dough and security.

Just ask him.

And you have what it takes.

I'm naïve.

I hope to charm with more than just my bank account.

After six months reading your lame poems, she's hot for you.

She's an original all right. The chair won't bother her.

That's true.

Up north, guys drink and beat women.

She'll be safe with you.

Bastard.

Pragmatic, right?

I don't know.

If she sends her photo, it means she wants to go further.

Send a photo of you without the chair really showing.

It doesn't have to be a telethon one

with you drooling

and looking like shit.

OK, I get the message.

This guy's not well. He's not at all well.

What?

He's a tree?

A singing tree.

That's German!

What?

It's in German.

In German.

You're a nutcase.

What a drag.

- How long does it last? - Four hours.

Fuck!

Good-looking back then.

Which one?

This one.

Or maybe this one.

Sure, there's a problem, but you look good.

Wanna try it?

I don't know.

- Wasn't it a blast talking to her? - Yes, it was.

That's all?

- A fucking blast. - So?

Put the damn photo in an envelope!

There. The very words I wanted to hear.

Gimme a cig.

Don't you ever knock?

You're painting?

- Get out. - Seriously? You're painting?

Learned to read too?

What do you want? Get lost!

Going to hit a woman?

You do that in your country?

You're whacked! Get out.

- Get out now! - I'll go when I want.

Get the hell out!

- I've decided to go now. - Get out!

Shit.

Replace that photo with the other.

Make sure to post it yourself. And be discreet.

As you wish.

Put the other photo in the trash.

I'm blowing a fuse!

HOOKERS

- What's wrong? - Your daughter!

I was painting.

You were painting?

I'm telling you,

set her straight or I'll demolish her!

- Calm down. - No, I won't calm down!

I'm your arms and legs here?

- That's right. - I want to be your hands

to give her a slap 'cause all you can do is run her down!

Aren't you overdoing it? Yvonne?

She could do with being set straight a bit.

A bit?

At 16, she dresses like a tramp!

She keeps making out with mop-head.

But that's not my problem.

What bothers me are her high and mighty airs,

the way she talks to you and me.

No respect. She treats us like dogs.

Say the word and I'll set her straight.

I get the message.

Let me talk to her.

So talk to her, and fast.

Do something. Set her straight.

He paints? What does he paint?

No idea.

Wake up.

Rise and shine.

Here we go. Power-hose time.

Respect the people I need around me.

It's intolerable.

Is that clear?

Be tougher on her!

I don't want that mop-head around.

- Give me a break. - I'm not through!

I have to run you down to get you to obey?

There, he's done it!

You painted this?

Yeah.

I love it.

I'm not saying I'd necessarily hang it

in my place, but...

What can we get for it?

We'll see.

See more or see less?

It's...

Are you nuts?

C'mon! No tongues, OK.

You're sick in the head!

I don't believe this.

Speed it up a bit.

I'm flat-out.

You're way too slow!

Twelve kilometers an hour is cool?

That's cool.

Twelve kilometers an hour is cool, right?

No faster?

- That's the top speed. - OK.

Stick to the ears.

Yes, Yvonne.

No, he can't hear. He's nowhere near me.

He can't hear me, Yvonne.

We'll be there at 8:30 sharp.

We'll push it back.

Goodbye, Yvonne.

She's stressed out?

Yes, your birthday surprise will be half an hour later.

She gets into a terrible state every year.

She invites my whole family. It all goes like clockwork.

They come to see if I'm still alive.

The annual check-up.

I pretend to be surprised.

We all make an effort,

but, to be honest, we all get bored shitless.

Excuse me...

Excuse me...

Do you mind moving along?

Yes, I do mind.

All right.

Thank you. Move along.

Move just one seat along.

Very kind.

A suit changes a man.

You look good.

You look like Obama.

Yeah?

She's hot for me, I can tell.

Barack Obama.

Classy.

That's like comparing you...

...to George Bush...

...or Nixon.

What's up? You'll miss the concert.

Leave me alone!

Got your period?

Piss off!

What's wrong?

Elisa...

- Leave me be! - What did you take?

What did you do?

Where's this from?

Yvonne's purse.

Imodium?

What was this for?

To kill yourself?

You won't shit for months now!

Leave me alone.

Hold on...

You took Tylenol too? You're dying.

This is bad!

Shall I call an ambulance?

Why did you do it?

Because of Bastien.

What about him?

He dumped me, he doesn't give a shit.

He even called me a slut.

That's bad.

It'd suit everyone if I died.

Stop talking crap. Come downstairs.

Go to see him for me. Talk to him.

Who?

Bastien. I'll pay you.

Pay me? Are you out of your mind?

Spare me this childish shit.

Please!

I talk to Bastien and you pay me.

Who do you think I am?

Driss, please!

How much?

Jerk.

It has style. There's a certain touch.

But 11,000 for an unknown artist...

But if I say no and the value triples, I'll regret it

and you'll say, "I told you so."

He has a show in London?

And Berlin soon.

Berlin too.

I don't know.

Eleven thousand euros is quite a sum.

Come on, fill me in here.

Is she with someone?

All right. Yes. Fred.

Fred?

They've been together two years...

...but with ups and downs.

Things are often tense.

They're pretty rocky now.

Maybe because of me?

- Has she mentioned me? - No.

Of course. A little.

Fuck! She's hot for me.

You're bullshitting me?

- No. - Bullshit away!

I'll bed Magalie one day.

Hope keeps us going.

Easy on those if you have stomach trouble.

I'm no doctor,

but Imodium means there's a problem.

Excuse me.

Can I ask a favor of you?

One more piece just for me?

No, we were cool.

Vivaldi's Four Seasons:

"L'Estate."

You'll like this.

Shit.

Come on, don't tell me you feel nothing.

Not a thing. It doesn't do a thing for me.

Music's something you dance to.

Let's try something else.

I know that one.

That's an ad.

For coffee.

Oyez, by mandate,

I'm expected at the chateau...

...to bring the minstrels there.

I'm a good knight.

That one's fishy.

I see people without clothes.

They're running. I see them running naked.

And giggling.

All right.

Bach was hot.

Women went for him. The Barry White of his day.

I know this one!

I know it. Everyone knows it.

Sure!

"This is the Paris Benefit Office.

All our lines are currently busy.

Waiting time: Two years."

"Tom and Jerry," right?

"Tom and Jerry."

What a jerk.

Someone help me. A masterpiece.

OK, after your classics,

let's listen to mine.

Earth, Wind & Fire.

It's a killer.

Something else, huh?

Definitely something else.

Call my name, I won't answer.

- Driss! - I'm not answering.

Here we go.

It's a birthday party!

Let's dance! Come on, move!

It's his birthday!

Yeah, Yvonne.

Ace, Albert.

Spin! Spin!

All right.

Time for my little gift.

I didn't want to spoil things

if she turned out to be ugly. You never know.

She answered anyhow.

Good night.

I'll open it. You'll take ages.

Well?

- She's not a troll. - Really?

Shit.

The only one in Dunkirk with all her teeth!

There's a note too.

"I'll be in Paris next week.

I'll be expecting your call." And three dots!

Meaning what?

- Any idea? - It's a good sign?

You bet. She wants nooky.

Three dots. One, two and three dots.

"She wants nooky."

I'm getting nooky.

It's looking good.

How can I sleep now?

You'll manage.

I'll put her here.

She'll watch you sleep.

Good night, Philippe.

Sweet dreams.

Try the cap again.

Not bad.

No way! He looks like a farmer.

- Go for traditional. - That's what I said.

- How's this? - No good. Too traditional.

Forget the caps and hats, find something.

Traditional or trendy?

That's it.

This works.

The angler look?

We're off to Dunkirk.

I'll go with Yvonne. We'll be fine.

You sure?

Yes, I'll manage.

Fine.

I'm a bit stressed out.

It doesn't show. You look great.

4ac minus b².

- Minus b²? - Yeah.

I got 20 instead.

Come here, you.

Take a hike, Justin Bieber.

Recognize me, Bastien?

Yeah. What's up?

You said a bad thing to Elisa.

- I said nothing. - Shut up!

Act like a man and apologize.

OK, I'm sorry.

Hands off.

- Not to me, to her. - Right.

Bring her croissants each day.

- Plain or chocolate? - What?

Plain or chocolate?

Whatever.

Just do it right.

You're nice to her.

Now piss off.

Go on, get lost.

And try using a barrette!

What time is it?

It's 4:45.

Let's take the cap off.

Good idea.

Now what time is it?

Forty-six or 47. Time doesn't move very fast.

I'd like a whisky.

Another.

Is that a good idea?

A double!

Waiter, a double whisky, please.

Driss?

Am I disturbing you?

I'm at the gym. Well?

Do you feel like getting away?

No questions asked?

No questions, no.

- You want to split? - Exactly.

And go where?

To breathe a little.

Breathe a little?

I'll shower and be right there.

We're leaving. The cap...

It's only just six...

We're leaving!

Good evening.

Give him some champagne to help him relax.

I'm not tense.

- You're not? - No.

It's just us?

No other people on board?

Just us?

I don't like this.

Why not?

I don't know.

Because you seem kind of jinxed.

The accident, the wheelchair,

your wife...

Sounds like the Kennedys.

Miss?

Could we have the package please?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Why?

What the hell?

Your value on the art market. I managed to get 11,000 euros.

Keep at it. You have talent.

That's a great deal. I sensed something.

It all came about instinctively.

With the music playing, it made for a really good blend.

It was a sort of revelation, like I saw the light.

Don't get carried away.

Eleven thousand for my first painting!

What was that?

Just a hole in the fuselage.

We won't make it.

Tell me what's up!

- Glad to have known you. - Not funny.

I know you're used to tragedy, but I'm not.

You gotta be nuts to do that.

A little.

I have to say something.

You're a total headcase.

Really?

Now get Driss ready.

Sure. No way I'm doing that.

I'll be over there taking photos.

"Get Driss ready!"

How will you take photos?

Laugh. I'm not doing it.

Holy shit.

I'm not going.

- Hold on. - How do I get this off?

I don't have to do it.

I'm not doing this!

I lost my fucking shoe!

My shoe's down there.

Motherfucker! We're heading up!

What the fuck!

- What's going on? - Hey, Driss.

Relax, pal.

I'm relaxed, but I want to be down there.

Fucking hell!

I'm having a blast!

Where do you find an invalid?

- I don't know. - Where you leave him.

That's a good one.

Bastard.

Someone for you, Driss.

What are you doing here?

I should ask you that. You kept this quiet.

How did you know?

Benefit sent this, with the address.

What's that?

Forget it.

- What happened? - I fell off a scooter.

You fell off a scooter?

Get up.

You fell... Come here.

Shit!

You sleep here?

- So what happened? - Nothing.

Come on, tell me.

Not your problem.

You're here, it's my problem!

We got screwed. The shit's gonna hit the fan.

No fucking way!

Does the old lady know?

No, I'm handling it.

You're handling fuck all! Quit busting my balls!

Don't touch anything. Wait here!

Can I lie down?

Don't touch a thing!

OK, I get it!

Watch it, OK!

No, he's with me.

Quit crying, Mina.

It's just a scratch.

No, he's fine.

Calm down, no one's killing no one.

That's all just empty threats.

I can't take care of him. I gotta work.

No, you don't tell her about it.

Stay in your room if you want to cry.

Time for bed?

I'll stay up a while longer.

Sit down.

Sit down here.

What do you think of her?

- She looks hot. - OK. And what else?

Let's go up. I need to do something.

I imagine her standing up,

turning around and I discover her face at last.

The boy looks like you. Adama, is that right?

That's right.

I spotted him earlier.

If I passed him on the street,

I'd know he was your brother.

That's funny.

Why?

He's not my brother.

He isn't?

It's complicated.

Is he your brother or not?

OK, I get the message.

Come on, let's go.

My parents...

...aren't my parents.

They're my uncle and aunt.

They fetched me from Senegal when I was eight.

They couldn't have kids but a brother had loads.

They picked the oldest.

Me.

My name's Bakary.

That's my real name.

But other kids had that name so they called me Idriss

and that became Driss.

And afterwards?

Out of the blue, my mother... my aunt

got pregnant once and then twice.

Then my uncle died.

Other men, other kids.

Like I said, complicated.

Young Adama... doesn't he need setting straight?

He came to get you, right?

Driss...

I think we'll call it quits.

You can't be pushing an invalid for the rest of your life.

After all your hard work, you've earned your benefit.

Come on, let's go.

Right.

Bassari Bakary,

Bakary Bassari.

It's beautiful. It sounds like poetry.

Almost like alliteration. You know what alliteration is?

No.

Hello, Bastien. See you tomorrow.

We'll need a few more for brunch.

OK. Goodbye, Yvonne.

- You got my sugar puffs? - Yes.

Thank you.

- Say hi to Elisa. - See you tomorrow.

Hey, Bastien, pal, what's up?

Come here!

You're leaving then?

It's OK, I have your number. We'll stay in touch.

It won't be easy, but be strong.

Too bad, I'm getting your room. Water damage in mine.

Maybe I'll stay then.

We'll have to squeeze up.

It'll be a bit cramped. I don't live alone.

Here.

Meet Frédérique.

Hey.

All right.

What?

I get it.

So that's it. You're...

Yes.

I won't kiss you goodbye then.

I'm not against a threesome.

I'm up for it. Not now, since I have to go.

But I can come back tonight.

I have to go now.

I'm kidding.

Bye, guys.

Mr. Michel Sabourdi.

Keep it on, channel two.

You're not angry about Magalie?

No, you had me fooled.

I couldn't figure out why she kept resisting.

A goodbye kiss?

All right.

Yvonne.

Always bullshitting me.

See you.

Just a second.

We won't be needing this.

OK, bye.

Get your foot off there.

Come on.

Which bank?

Could you move your car, please? You're not allowed to park here.

There's a sign.

I'll move it.

I'll call you back.

Stop busting his balls.

We're not driving.

Matter of principle.

Wait over there for me.

What's going on?

I'm coming.

I can cancel my date if you want.

No, certainly not. Why?

Go out and have fun.

OK, Yvonne. I'm ready.

Yes, just a second.

It's all ready. You just have to serve it.

If there's a problem, call me.

You'll call me?

If you agree, I'll serve you your dinner.

Take the coat off. It's like being in a madhouse.

All right.

Got a cigarette?

No, I don't smoke.

Well, I used to.

I gave up a short while ago and, to be honest,

it would be bad for you,

even if you don't practice a sport, for your lungs, your breathing...

...and so on.

You're not eating?

Watch what you're doing!

I'm so sorry.

What is it?

You wanted a cranial massage. Here's Mr. Jacquet.

Hello, sir.

Get out. Leave me alone.

- Get out! - Is it me?

Not at all.

He got up in a bad mood. Well, got up...

"He got up..."

What a prick. Asshole.

Driss Bassari.

Your turn.

You got your license a month ago?

I'd driven before.

Mostly on private roads, tracks,

estates, parking lots. I'm a good driver.

I read your application.

You used one word to describe yourself: Pragmatic.

Yes.

That's important.

There's another idea here that you forgot to mention.

Really?

Maybe you should consider reading our slogan.

That's an alexandrine.

I'm sorry?

May-be you should

con-si-der read-ing our slo-gan. Twelve feet.

It wasn't deliberate.

"In time and on time."

And you have Dali's melting clocks for the artistic side.

Maybe, yes.

Do you like art?

Yes.

- I like Michelangelo. - Not bad.

But I prefer the other Turtles.

I'm coming!

Just a second!

Are you OK?

Get the hell out.

Some water? A compress?

Get out.

Get out!

Thanks, Bruno.

Have a good weekend.

See you on Monday.

What's wrong?

He's in a bad way.

- Where is he? - Just now, he was in the garden.

Hey, what's up, bro?

What's with the beard?

Serpico?

Jean Jaurès?

A metro station anyhow.

Victor Hugo?

You've let yourself go.

Good thing I'm back.

I'll be right in.

What do we do now?

You let me handle it now.

Not bad, huh?

A quick cut would settle it.

You're in great shape. I love it.

OK, you can open your eyes now.

That's hideous.

It's hideous!

- Horrible. - It suits you.

No.

Look! Sleeveless leather vest,

spiked bracelet, Village People style cap.

Got it! Freddie Mercury!

You look just like him!

That's wicked. You look like an orthodox priest.

Or a Cossack!

Come on!

He's crazy.

What are you doing?

I expect the worst.

No, this one's good. Look.

My grandfather.

Really?

Philippe, this mustache of yours,

it really turns me on.

I'll shave it all off.

- Thank you. - All right.

No, that's not funny.

Nein!

That's what you mean.

No, I don't agree.

Philippe, very angry.

I'm just your plaything now.

You'll end up in the loony bin.

Don't you feel like starting a war?

I think it's time to shave all this off now.

You're having fun?

You bet. How about Nazi invalids?

It must have been weird saluting like this.

You've had your fun now. Get rid of it.

A booking in the name of Bassari.

Table number eight.

Follow me, please.

This way.

I'm not staying for lunch, Philippe.

- Why not? - But you won't be alone.

Actually, you have a date.

A date?

What's going on?

Don't panic. It'll be fine.

Only this time, you can't split.

By the way...

...it took me a while,

but I found it.

Give her a kiss for me.

Driss!

Driss!

What's this all about?

Hello, Philippe.

Philippe Pozzo Di Borgo now lives in Morocco.

He has remarried and has two young daughters.

Abdel Sellou has his own firm. He is married, with three children.

Philippe and Abdel are still very close.