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HYENAS

Lat Kura! The same rascal as always.

You're an even greater rascal than I am!

Guess who I saw yesterday? Penda Gueye.

I think she's pregnant again. Is that your doing?

- You mean your doing, you scoundrel! - Are you kidding?

Lat Kura, I haven't seen you in ages.

- Let me buy you a drink. - Peace be with you.

- How are you? - We're fine. Thank you.

- Peace be with you, Dramaan. - Thank you.

- And how's the little lady? - She's here.

She's grown!

Here, that's for my little darling.

- And how are your husbands? - Everyone's fine.

- What would you like? - Rice, Dramaan, good rice.

- I only have good rice. - We hope the price hasn't gone up.

A little, but it is good.

I am glad you come here to shop.

I'll go myself to Saraba to get rice at a better price.

Here, Dramaan. That's for the three of us.

Thank you.

Give my regards to Corgui Sarr and Corgui Sene.

I'll come and visit you with my wife Khoudia Lo.

Hey, old pal!

Hey, Dramaan! Bring us the wine...

you promised us yesterday.

Everyone's waiting. We're dying of thirst here!

It's always the same here!

It's your own fault.

Don't worry. Things are going to change.

You're not making things easy for me.

You're our friend, Dramaan. You know that.

What do you want to do?

Ruin my marriage? Don't count on it.

One thing's sure... you'll pay for that before sundown.

- How's the wine? - Exquisite!

Hey, you! Did you pay for this drink?

- Sure I did! - And how much did it cost?

Because of you, my wife despises me.

Have dignity!

Don't worry. We'll pay!

Let's drink to Dramaan's health.

I'll complain! I'll tell everybody!

I'll complain to the Mayor! Yes, to the Mayor!

Take the whole building while you're at it!

It's nasty, nasty, nasty!

Seize a city hall like Colobane's!

A town like Colobane!

Stop, stop, we can negotiate. Don't go!

You don't have the right to do that!

Come back! It's unfair, unfair!

They've seized city hall. They've seized city hall!

We're not going to leave it at that!

I'll complain to the Mayor!

Linguere Ramatou, is returning to Colobane, after thirty years!

People of Colobane! Hear the good news!

The poor but dignified people of Colobane are going to welcome her.

She knows our sorrows. That's why she's coming back to us.

Our once beautiful city of Colobane is going to live again.

Linguere who had gone is coming back to us.

- Alright, then. I'm going to Saraba! - Go to hell!

- I'm fed up too! Damn you! - Don't ever set foot here again!

Mister Mayor!

- It's a catastrophe! - What's a catastrophe?

Colobane!

What about Colobane?

- Seized? - Seized!

- City hall? - Colobane!

Linguere Ramatou who had left Colobane through the back door

is returning rich, richer than the World Bank.

She is expected before sundown

on Xaar Yalla road.

Linguere Ramatou, here in Colobane?

That's birdseed with milk!

All our problems are solved.

- Did you know her? - No. Not very well.

She was born here in Colobane. Her roots are here.

I want you to gather...

all the city advisors to discuss her visit.

Tell them to meet me at city hall.

Didn't you get it? I just told you city hall had been seized!

Damn! You're right. What shall we do?

Tell them to meet me at "Hyena Hole".

Hurry! Right away!

Hyena Hole, I said!

The end of our penance! Linguere Ramatou...

Fly, fly, climb on high

Fly, fly, higher and higher

Friends from the same hut

Girls from the same courtyard

Fly, fly, climb on high

My friends!

I have gathered you here...

to save our dear city of Colobane.

We have fallen into an abyss so deep...

that only the Lady who is coming today can drag us out of it.

It is all in your hands.

God willing.

Leave God out of it! He's not the one paying!

Head of protocol!

Is the Golden Leaf Inn ready?

The Lady will certainly wish to stay there.

She is due before sunset...

through the Xaar Yalla road.

No one has ever taken us by surprise.

Perfect!

I'll need a few details on the Lady...

for my speech at the banquet at the Golden Leaf Inn.

Professor! She was in your class.

I've looked through the school records.

All zeros in maths.

Zeros in maths did not stop her

from becoming richer than the World Bank.

I'll mention her sense of initiative, gentlemen.

We cannot do any better.

However, she could tell stories like no one else.

She never left anything out.

A phenomenal memory! Phenomenal!

Thank you, Professor!

That's good for my speech.

Linguere Ramatou, courted by the greats of this world,

never forgot this hole that is Colobane.

Noble spirit.

I heard her father was a mason.

Can anyone remember a house he built?

Wait...

One of us used to know the Lady very well.

See who I mean?

Mister Mayor...

It's true. I knew Linguere Ramatou well.

I loved her deeply. We were young and full of life.

I can still see her.

She was like a light in the shadow.

Life... Life tore us apart.

Life! It happens.

Mister Mayor, I can help you.

Mention her love of justice.

Once, they arrested a vagabond.

And she attacked the officer... with stones.

It was quite a sight, Mister Mayor.

Never seen before!

Love of justice!

That will sound good in my speech.

She was generous.

She used to share with everybody.

Propensity to kindness. This, gentlemen...

I'll absolutely have to mention. It's capital.

Dramaan Drameh,

you have long been Colobane's...

most popular personality. I'll resign in the winter...

I have already contacted the opposition and we agreed...

to present you as my successor.

- You want to appoint me Mayor? - Absolutely!

- Here's our man! - Dramaan Drameh!

Now I know what you want!

You want Linguere Ramatou...

to pour her millions into Colobane.

So Colobane regains its splendor!

First I'll tell Linguere Ramatou about...

the miserable conditions in Colobane, the famine...

I'll do that and she will give us her money!

People of Colobane. You really are good people.

Once again, you are proving your love for Colobane.

That is why today...

I hereby introduce to you, your future Mayor: Dramaan Drameh.

Thank you. I'll help you.

I'll help you.

I'll protect you.

I promise I will.

I promise I will.

My friends, thank you.

This gathering touches my heart.

Today is a great day for Colobane, for we are going to welcome...

Linguere Ramatou. And you can be sure she's worth it.

Wave your handkerchiefs.

Keep the hyenas at a distance!

Don't seem too enthusiastic about the secretary's visit.

It would make a bad impression.

Rather a restrained happiness. Some tears.

The tenderness of a city that has found its child.

Who set off the alarm?

Gaana, who's that guy? Did he think I was going to jump off the train?

In the name of the Railroad Management, I protest!

You could have taken the Xaar Yalla bus.

What's he talking about?

Does he want me to travel the dusty roads in a bus?

You'll regret it, Madam.

Gaana, give him a hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand?

Add three hundred thousand...

for the Colobane's Lonely Women's Association.

- There is no such association. - Create it.

Create it?

Who? Ramatou?

You are Madam Linguere Ramatou?

Let me give you your money back, Madam.

Keep it!

Keep it... Keep it.

It goes without saying that we would have stopped in Colobane...

had we known... We apologize, Madam.

Unload my luggage from the rear platform...

and get the hell out of here with your train!

Madam, as Mayor of Colobane...

- ...I am honored to welcome... - That's fine! That's fine!

Mister Mayor, thank you for your beautiful speech.

How wonderful you came back to Colobane.

It was a promise I made to myself, ever since I left Colobane.

The only thing on my mind. What about you?

Did you think of me?

Always... You know that, Ramatou.

Call me the way you used to call me: my little wild cat.

I also called you my little witch.

And you were my black panther.

Ramatou, I still am.

And you stayed the same, my little witch, as beautiful as ever.

Me? I'm old and decrepit.

My right leg has left me...

little accident on the way. But my artificial limb...

is impeccable. Don't you think so?

My little wild cat...

I would never have guessed it.

Congratulations, Mister Mayor, Colobane is coming back to life.

It's for Colobane, for Colobane only.

I heard you had two children. What do they do?

The same as all the kids of Colobane. Nothing.

Don't worry, it'll come to them soon.

I lead a ridiculous life. Never left this hole. Not like you.

It's natural, the world is mine.

Hunt me some zebus like you used to.

Linguere... look... it's like old times!

Good bye, Madam.

Ever since you left me, life has been a living hell for me.

Hell? I am hell!

I fight with my family who keeps blaming me...

for not being richer.

Didn't Khoudia Lo make you happy?

The main thing is that you're happy.

This is the place where you first undid my cloth.

I was seventeen...

and you weren't even twenty.

You left me to marry Khoudia Lo.

You preferred her money to my happiness.

And I went into exile, until today.

Ramatou! I married Khoudia Lo for your own good.

That's not exactly true. She had money.

I wanted your happiness.

You were young and beautiful. The future was yours.

Now, the present is mine.

If you had stayed here, you would be as poor as I am.

Are you that poor?

As poor as a bankrupt grocer in a bankrupt town.

Today, I am the one holding the money.

Wait...

We don't even have gas for our lighters.

My child.

Colobane has its eyes on you.

Buy a black bull. Sacrifice it.

Wash in its blood.

Divide it in seven pieces...

and give them to these beggars.

The gods will protect your house.

Ramatou, I know everything will be alright.

Of course!

It's millions and millions that we need, Ramatou.

Trifles!

- My little wild cat. - Remove your hand!

You touched the hinge of my artificial limb.

Look at the sky!

The same birds as before.

Who can abolish time?

I can.

Ramatou, are you artificial all over?

Almost.

Take a look!

But you're all iron!

Almost... After a plane crash...

I rowed among the corpses.

I was the only survivor. The crew perished, too.

Nobody gets me.

Madam, thirty years ago, you left...

our small town of Colobane...

once founded by Ndeuning...

the blue-mouthed princess who gently lies...

at the bend of the river.

Thirty years is a long time.

Linguere, to speak...

of your sense of justice and generosity...

It would take days and days.

To speak of you, Linguere, of your grandeur...

of what you represent... It would take nights.

It was our little Linguere...

who saved an old lady from starvation

when she bought her potatoes with money...

earned the hard way at some neighbor's house.

All our hope lies in you, Linguere. Colobane is waiting for you.

Mayor of Colobane, people of Colobane.

The unselfish joy...

that my visit inspires in you...

goes straight to my heart.

But what the Mayor said is far from being true.

To be honest...

I would add this: my childhood was not blessed.

The potatoes for old Faat Bigu---, I stole them...

Dramaan was my accomplice.

It wasn't to prevent the old hag from starving...

but for me to finally sleep...

just once, in a real bed with Dramaan.

But to contribute to your joy, I will give you

100 thousand million.

One hun... dred thousand million...

50,000 million for the town and 50,000 million to share among you.

But on one condition.

What would that be?

On the condition that, for that price, I buy the court.

But the court is not for sale, Madam!

Everything is for sale.

How are we to understand this?

Just as I said.

I don't know...

if anyone recognizes me.

Gaana Mbow!

The former President of the court!

It's the end of peace!

Right.

Years and years ago...

I left my practice in Colobane...

for the appeals court in Saraba.

That's where Linguere Ramatou...

offered me a job...

as a valet.

Get to the point!

Gaana, to the point!

As you just heard...

Madam Linguere Ramatou is donating 100,000 million...

provided...

you clear her name for all eternity...

until she's clean...

clean, clean, clean...

Dramaan Drameh...

would you be kind enough to come forward?

Me?

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

In my quality as President of the court...

I had to try...

Linguere Ramatou's case.

She claimed you were the father of her child.

She was seventeen.

When I called on you, you produced two witnesses.

Ancient history! I protest!

I don't know these people. I've never seen them before!

1945...

In the court of Colobane...

I had to try Linguere Ramatou's case, present here.

Dramaan Drameh, these were your two witnesses.

What did you swear in front of Colobane's court?

That we slept...

with Linguere Ramatou.

You swore it in front of the court...

under oath!

Is it true?

Lies, lies.

Tell us now...

what Linguere has done to you.

The Lady looked for us...

all over the whole world.

And she found us.

And what has she done with you?

What has she done with you?

Linguere Ramatou...

She handed us over to the men in the black Orient.

They castrated us...

made women out of us.

Such was the case.

Linguere, is it correct?

There's prescription.

It's ancient history. This judgment is no longer valid.

Ramatou, what's going on?

We ask the plaintiff...

Linguere Ramatou,

what has happened to the child

Dramaan Drameh refused to recognize?

What has happened...

to the child?

He lived for a year.

And you, Linguere Ramatou...

what happened to you?

I became a whore.

From continent to continent.

A prostitute!

Why so much pain, Linguere?

The court had branded me...

forever!

And now?

I'm buying the court. 100,000 million...

if someone kills Dramaan Drameh.

I'm paying the price!

Ramatou! My little witch...

you can't demand this!

Come on! You've survived it!

Yes, but I haven't forgotten it.

The pain is carved in my heart.

I haven't forgotten our love...

nor your betrayal.

Both of us are old now.

You are decrepit...

and I've been butchered all over.

I want us to settle our accounts here and now.

Dramaan Drameh!

You have chosen your life and you have imposed mine on me.

Earlier, you wanted time...

to be abolished.

Well, I have abolished it and I want justice.

Justice for 100,000 million.

You'll have to kill me first!

Linguere Ramatou...

we might be in Africa...

but the drought hasn't turned us into savages just yet.

In the name of Colobane, in the name of humanity...

I refuse your offer.

We'd rather starve to death than have blood on our hands.

I'll wait.

I wouldn't mind marrying her, I wouldn't mind marrying her.

Linguere Ramatou, I wouldn't mind marrying her.

- Good! You're on time this morning. - Good thing, don't you think?

Thank you. Thanks a lot.

Ah guys! Early birds this morning!

Peace be with you, Dramaan!

Diegane, so?

I would like some cigarettes, Dramaan!

Camelias?

No, I want the red pack, over there.

But those are very expensive.

Maybe, but those are the ones I like. Put it on my tab.

It's only because it's you, Diegane. But let it be the last time.

Hello, my darlings! What brings you here?

What would you like?

Milk, Dramaan, two cans of milk... skimmed!

Dramaan, give me two packs of butter.

And two kilos of white bread, and three kilos of Chinese rice.

Well, ladies, you've come into some money this morning?

Put it on our tab, Dramaan!

Dramaan, give me two chocolate bars.

- You too! - No, four actually.

Hey, you chocolate lady, we were here before you!

I found you fighting like harpies.

Give me my cans of milk, Dramaan! My milk!

Hey! Calm down!

- I want my two cans! - Here, here!

Give me my chocolate!

My chocolate!

Alright, beat it now.

Some bread, and fast!

A pack of powdered milk! On my tab.

Here, take it and beat it!

I've done enough writing.

We'll pay!

- Write, Dramaan, write! - The tab is full!

Write! We'll pay!

I hope you'll digest your chocolate.

I'll digest it with you.

It sure smells good here! Perfume arrival?

You find everything at Dramaan's!

Peace be with you, Dramaan.

I swear the old Lady is crazy.

We're not in America! We don't shoot people for nothing!

Have you noticed the incense at Dramaan's?

There are only good things here.

I hope you can afford them.

Coffee! Don't worry, we'll pay!

What? More credit? Always credit!

What have I done to you?

I get the feeling someone is holding a grudge.

Fucking magistrate!

The Lady seems to be settling in for some time.

Two pints, Dramaan!

Give me a bottle of oil.

Khoudia Lo! Khoudia Lo!

Come down quick!

- Yes darling, what's the matter? - Look at this!

- What's wrong? - Nobody was coming here anymore...

and now look how crowded it is!

Solidarity, Dramaan.

In life as in death, solidarity!

In life as in death...

You're Colobane's...

most beloved personality.

This Lady's gone mad.

At the beginning of winter...

we're going to elect you Mayor.

Mayor of Colobane.

Dramaan Drameh, Mayor of Colobane!

It's as good as done.

I would like you to know something!

From now on, I only drink Simon Leynan Calvados.

- Simon Calvados? - Calvados!

It's expensive!

You need a little treat from time to time.

Add some tobacco for my pipe.

Gray?

No, not gray!

Some Prince Albert! Gray-tobacco is not good for my lungs.

My God!

You owe me 2,380!

How are you going to pay?

- Put it on my tab. - I'll write it down?

On my tab, I told you.

- I'll take note. - Right.

But remember to pay me

on the first of the month, when you get your allowance.

I'll be there!

What's that?

You've got new shoes! Where did you find new shoes?

Brand new boots from Burkina Faso.

Why? Is there a law against shoes?

You too, Birima!

One cannot eternally go barefoot.

Where did you find the money?

We're still behind you, Dramaan We're still behind you

Dramaan has gone mad!

- Serves him right! Serves him right! - The bastard! It's his turn!

The time has come.

They're raiding the grocery store.

Already?

The reign of hyenas has come.

Are you crazy?

It's me, Dramaan, your future Mayor.

We're soldiers, we don't vote.

I'm Dramaan Drameh, I tell you, your future Mayor!

I want to speak to your officer.

Dramaan Drameh, what are you doing here?

A very serious thing brings me.

Tell your guys to lower their rifles!

Lower your rifles!

Beware, Dramaan, a shot is easily fired!

I want to see your officer!

Take him to the officer.

What brings you here, Dramaan?

What's wrong? You're shaking.

I demand the arrest of Linguere Ramatou, immediately.

That's strange, really strange.

I am asking you as the future Mayor of Colobane.

We haven't voted yet.

You are going to arrest Linguere Ramatou right away!

She's inciting the town's people to kill me.

You don't arrest someone on a sheer accusation.

- It's your duty. - Strange, extremely strange.

It's logical, though!

My dear Dramaan, this is not a simple case.

It's true that the Lady has offered 100,000 million...

in exchange for...

you know... But there is no reason...

for the police to take measures and arrest her.

It is an incitement...

to murder.

Beware, Dramaan.

Beware!

There's nothing serious in all this.

What else do you need?

Evidence! We need evidence!

It is impossible to take the Lady's offer seriously.

100,000 million for your head is crazy, you have to admit it.

Crazy or not...

her offer remains a threat to my life.

Things are not so simple, Dramaan.

In my store...

all my clients are buying the best bread...

the best milk, the best cigarettes...

Where did they get all that money?

Well, your business is going well then!

Diegane has bought Cognac... and he begs for a living.

They all wear yellow shoes from Burkina Faso, brand new ones!

Where did they get them?

So what? I have yellow shoes, too.

You have anything against yellow shoes?

You too?

So what? They're in fashion. They come from Burkina Faso.

- You too? - Of course!

Sergeant Bagaya speaking... Hello?

Officer Bagaya here.

The General on the line.

Greetings, General.

Shipments to escort...

on the Xaar Yalla road. Over.

Soldiers!

- Excuse us, Dramaan. - Officer, look at me.

You have a brand new gold tooth!

You're mad. Here, defend yourself.

Soldiers, on your horses!

No time to waste!

Refrigerators, I want seven of them.

Seven washing machines!

And seven television sets! Sign it!

Sign, sign! But who is going to pay?

You know who!

Sit down.

Mister Mayor, I have to talk to you.

What's on your mind, Dramaan?

Tell me all you have to say. Open your heart.

Mister Mayor? What is that you're smoking?

If you asked it for its name, it would answer: Havana.

What about your usual tobacco?

Too strong.

But tell me what's worrying you. You look tired.

- I'm scared, Mister Mayor. - Scared?

I demand the protection of Colobane's authorities.

- And what for? - You want...

to exchange my head for 100,000 million.

Go to the police.

I saw a brand new gold tooth in the officer's mouth.

Dramaan, we are in Colobane,

the place where Yande Codou Sene wrote all his poems.

Senghor himself went for a walk with the Queen of England...

her Majesty Elizabeth II.

If we were savages, they would not have come here.

A gold tooth, let's not make a big deal out of it!

Mister Mayor, the typewriter...

- It is a Remington, right? - A brand new one.

Here in Colobane, we have always lived within the realm of justice.

So, arrest this Lady!

What strange things he's saying!

There it goes again!

Dramaan, God knows the way this Lady acts...

is understandable.

When you think of it, you have pushed two boys...

into perjury for two jars of wine and you've thrown...

a young girl into the deepest misery...

for your own good.

A golden misery for many millions.

Dramaan Drameh, let's speak frankly.

Please.

This Lady is suing, you are suing...

one of you will have to decide!

I'll go myself to Saraba. I'll talk to reporters.

If I talk, I have a chance to get out of this alive.

Who is threatening you, that you want to go to Saraba?

One of you is.

- Who do you suspect? - All of you!

- Give me but one name. - Each and every one of you.

It goes without saying that we refuse the Lady's offer.

But we don't approve of your crimes either.

Naturally...

you cannot run for Mayor anymore.

I am sorry to tell you.

- You have visions for the future. - So what?

Is this the future city hall?

Don't you wish good things for Colobane?

You don't know what you're saying anymore.

You are speculating on my death.

You know what?

You see that way?

It leads to heaven.

That's all I have to say.

Dramaan Drameh...

I know what brings you here.

But you should never lose faith.

There's a train stopping in Colobane tonight. Get on it!

Dear ladies of Colobane!

The city is revived. And it's all thanks to Linguere Ramatou!

Everything you see behind me...

comes from abroad.

Dear friends, as you know, the temperature is rising.

And you know why?

Because Linguere Ramatou has arrived.

Ladies, throw away your fans.

From now on, they're useless.

With these air conditioners, there's no need to fan yourselves!

Ladies! I'm sure you've heard of refrigerators.

Well, here's one!

It has two doors. One above...

and one below. The one above to keep your food fresh...

The one below is for icy water.

I want a fridge to keep my husband fresh...

and a television to keep my children at home.

Yes... that's what I want!

Here's the first lady of Colobane, the Mayor's wife.

Here are Linguere's presents:

air conditioners, refrigerators, ventilators.

Take your pick, Madam.

I want television sets, refrigerators...

washing machines, ventilators...

Dear friends, you see how the first lady appreciates...

Linguere's presents.

She's done all this to bring relief...

to our city of Colobane.

Here's Mrs. Dramaan!

I'll take it all!

What? Everything?

- Anything in particular? - Absolutely everything!

In the name of friendship, the whole city...

The whole city... the whole city...

We come to you in the name of friendship.

In the name of friendship, nothing but friendship.

Why are you following me?

We're not! We were just passing by.

Dramaan Drameh...

Colobane wishes you a safe trip.

- Good luck in Ethiopia. - Good luck.

Who told you I was going to Ethiopia?

Who told you?

Our regards to Ethiopia.

Go away!

Move away!

Let me go!

Someone wants to stop me from leaving.

Go! Get on the train!

Why are you so close to me?

With your torches?

Let me go!

You're the one traveling. You leave. Go!

- Let me go! - Get on!

- Let me go! - Make up your mind...

Get on the train... Get in!

- Waly Tine, help me. - Go on! Get on the train!

Waly Tine... get me out of here! Remember! Waly Tine!

There, you missed it!

The headmaster.

Colobane's doctor.

They would like to see you, Linguere.

If they dare see me with my head uncovered...

let them in.

Linguere says you can come in.

Or come back later, when she's ready.

Our visit is connected with Dramaan Drameh's case.

Have they already killed Dramaan Drameh?

Madam, of course not!

We firmly stick to the principles of our civilization.

What do you want, then?

The people of Colobane have contracted many debts.

In spite of your principles?

Madam...

We have survived for so many years...

because we had one hope left.

There is oil in the soil of the valley of Xaar Yalla...

minerals on the other side of the river, phosphate...

like nowhere else.

Madam...

we haven't come to beg...

we have come to talk business.

We need credit, trust...

and orders, and our economy will flourish again...

and, with it, our tradition of culture and humanism.

Madam, reopen the closed factories...

and Colobane will prosper once again.

Allow us to believe we haven't waited...

all our lives in vain.

The problem is that I can't buy anything twice.

All these riches are mine already.

The factories, the fields of the Xaar Yalla valley...

the whole town...

street by street, house by house.

I had my agents buy the whole lot.

I made the factories stop.

Your hope is crazy, your tenacity's absurd...

all your life messed up for nothing.

Don't hurt us like this.

Stop your terrible plan. Don't push us to extremes.

We may be poor and weak, but we're honest.

I left Colobane with people looking down at me,

well into my pregnancy.

And here I am, mother of no one.

I am the one offering the deal.

And I'm stating my conditions.

The world has made me a whore

and I'll turn the world into a whorehouse.

You don't wander the jungle with a ticket to the zoo.

To partake in the lion's feast... one has to be in the same league.

Proper people...

are people who pay. And I pay.

You'll cover your hands with blood...

or remain poor forever!

Madam Drameh, I salute you.

Hello Hibou.

Where have you been?

I was with your husband.

With my husband, you say. Mister Dramaan?

What do you mean?

Look, Mrs. Dramaan!

Do you like it?

It's freshly painted.

Hibou! But that's my husband!

Can I afford it?

Cheap! Thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand... I can't afford that.

I can wait.

OK, I'll take it!

I'll hang it in our bedroom.

Dramaan is getting old, you never know...

- What do you want? - Cigarettes.

- What kind? - Camels.

And some aspirin for my head.

- Are you at peace? - Peace only.

Mrs. Drameh, how are you?

I'm fine, Professor.

Where is your husband?

He's upstairs.

I want to drink something very strong.

I have a new kirsch, will that do?

Give me that bottle!

My friends of Colobane!

I have to talk to you...

about Mrs. Linguere Ramatou's visit to Colobane.

What's he saying?

- People of Colobane! - Get down!

Have courage and listen up!

I want to talk!

You're drunk, Professor, shame on you!

Shame? Shame on you!

- Throw him out! - Get down!

Get him down!

To keep the truth hidden...

and have a lie triumph?

You're all going to hell!

What on earth is happening here?

I protest in the face of the world!

Terrible things are happening in Colobane.

I'm in charge of your education and I want to talk to you...

about the disaster you're heading for.

Professor, what are you doing on my bags?

Get down and go sit down.

If you knew what's in store for you...

Quiet, Professor! Quiet!

I will not keep quiet!

Excuse him... he drank from my personal kirsch reserve.

Here's your head, Dramaan...

Your wife wanted to hang it in your bedroom.

If I were you, my friend...

this is what I'd do when all this is over.

I'd pay my debts and then I'd go to Saraba.

I have a cousin over there.

You are still young... because...

it's soon going to be hell here.

Mory...

you've got a nice car.

I saw you trying it out from the window.

Where did you find it?

I got it on credit.

- How are you going to pay for it? - It's cheap!

Will you lend it to me?

Here are the keys. Go for a drive.

It's Sunday, I feel like going for a drive.

I haven't driven a car since the Saraba war.

Dramaan...

the other night, at the station, I wanted to help you...

and they beat me.

It doesn't matter.

But now?

Hundreds of shameful millions...

are burning our hearts.

This mess is all my doing.

I have made Ramatou the person she is today...

and me what I am...

What do you want me to do? Act innocent? No!

There's nothing more I can do for me or for you.

Even you, Dramaan, are giving in?

To Linguere Ramatou? To this superwhore...

to this indecent caricature of justice...

who is seizing our souls...

one after the other?

I'm the only witness to my life. The game is over.

All of a sudden, I can see it all clearly.

You're right.

It's all your fault: everything that's going to happen to us.

And now I'm going to tell you something.

They'll kill you... I've known it from the start.

You've known it too.

Even if no one will admit it, they'll kill you.

Dramaan Drameh, they'll kill you.

The temptation is too strong, Dramaan, our misery too bitter.

And you know what else?

I'll be an accomplice... I know I am slowly...

slowly turning into a murderer.

You're delirious, Professor.

The lion heart that once beat in me has stopped.

The reign of hyenas has started.

Twenty years old, Professor.

- Shall I write it up? - Write it up.

Listen to the good news!

Monkeys are smiling Hyenas are sneering

The red lion is dead

The reign of the hyenas has started

Dramaan, are you at peace?

Peace is all I have, Mister Mayor.

- It's loaded. - So what, Mister Mayor?

I don't need it.

We are gathering tonight at the elephants' cemetery.

I'll be there.

All the wise men will be there. We'll debate your case.

The pressure is on.

My feeling exactly.

Linguere Ramatou's offer will be rejected.

Are they going to kill him here?

This has been going on for too long.

- But I could be wrong. - Of course.

However improbable, would you submit to the sentence, Dramaan?

Mister Mayor, I will abide by the sentence.

That's fine, Dramaan.

I'm happy...

you accept the judgment of your peers.

You have some sense of honor left.

But...

is it really necessary...

to assemble the court?

What do you mean, Mister Mayor?

Earlier, you said... you did not need this rifle.

But it could come in handy.

We could tell her

we've sentenced you to death and we could still get the money.

This idea has cost me

nights of insomnia, understand that.

It would be your duty to end your life.

For the love of your land!

Mister Mayor! I have suffered atrociously.

With every sign of your well-being,

I felt death crawl closer.

Had you spared me that anguish, who knows?

Things might have been different. It was hard but it is done.

We cannot look back. I have retreated into myself.

And I have defeated my fear on my own.

Out of love to you, who knows?

I might have taken the rifle.

You'll be my judges.

I'll abide by your sentence. Whatever it is.

For me, it will be justice.

What it will be for you,

I don't know.

With God's help,

may you never feel remorse. You can kill me.

I'm not complaining. I will not resist.

But I cannot be held responsible for your actions.

That's all I can do for you.

It's thirty years old, should I put it on your tab?

You've missed the train again.

You are missing the chance...

to be remembered as an almost honorable man.

People of Colobane, I'm talking to you.

I've got an appointment, I won't be long.

I am not closing. Help yourselves.

But leave some for my family.

What are you doing by my sea, Dramaan?

You mean the sea also belongs to you?

Nice car!

All the children of Colobane have one.

You see! They finally found an ideal.

Life's strange...

Ramatou, you had... I mean...

- ...we had a child? - Yes.

- Boy or girl? - Girl.

- What did you name her? - Goudi.

Starry night... Pretty name.

I have told you about our little girl...

Now tell me about me.

About you?

Tell me how I was when I was seventeen...

when you loved me.

You were like tonight. The most beautiful.

You could be called Goudi too.

People are waiting for me at the Last Judgment.

I am coming to the end of my empty existence.

I'll have you taken to my island over there.

It's under the protection of the gods and the sea is blue.

You'll be mine forever. You belong to me.

You'll stay next to me forever.

But I'll be dead!

Die in peace, then come and join me.

My friends! Let me introduce the most honorable man...

a man of righteousness and dignity...

a man of great knowledge...

Colobane's Professor.

Speak, Professor.

People of Colobane!

We have to remember that Linguere Ramatou,

in giving us this present, wants something in return.

What is her precise intention?

Linguere Ramatou wants truth!

Do you think that Linguere Ramatou is showering us with gold...

only because she wants to satisfy our desires?

No... she thinks we have always lived a lie.

Did we ever fail to live according to justice?

Never.

People of Colobane!

Have we ever tried a scoundrel with leniency?

No, never.

Have we ever let a rascal get away with it?

No, never!

Has a perjurer ever escaped our judgment?

No, never.

Have we ever tolerated lies?

No, never.

Dramaan Drameh!

It's because of you that Linguere Ramatou is making this donation.

Are you aware of that?

Does anyone wish to ask Dramaan Drameh a question?

My friends...

Does anyone...

want to comment on Linguere Ramatou's donation?

Let's proceed to the vote.

Let all the pure-hearted...

who want justice to be achieved...

raise their hands.

My friends...

the donation is accepted.

Not because of the money.

Not because of the money.

But to be in agreement with our hearts.

But to be in agreement with our hearts.

Only truth is worthwhile.

It is not because of the money.

Dramaan Drameh...

your time...

has come.

Cigarette?

Mister Mayor...

do you have a cigarette?

Excellent ones!

Here, give it to him.

- Aren't you scared? - Scared of what?

May I pray for you?

Pray for Colobane and leave me in peace.

We Africans dedicate this ballad

to the great Friedrich...

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