All language subtitles for VEED-subtitles_Les hautes herbes (02)

Tall Grass

Hello, you've reached Maud Lefort's phone.

Leave your name and details,
I'll call you back.

- Yeah, hello, Maud.

Ambroise here.

I hope you remember me.

We met at the bar.

And Glenn gave me your phone number

Here we are ....

I thought it would be cool—
I mean it might be cool ...

... to see each other again
and maybe have a drink.

Well, anyway, see you soon, I hope.

Good chatting with you.

Goodbye!

Get him!

Little faggot! Little motherfucker!
I'll give you something to cry about!

We're going to cut your balls off!

You're just an asshole, a bastard, a motherfucker

That's all I can—

- What are you doing?

Do you want me to do the same to you?

Should I come back with friends of mine?

This boy here...

Don't touch him.
Right?

Get out of here !

You all right?

I have the doctor on the phone daily.
He tells me her condition is stable.

That means we're taking good care of her,
and she's responding well to care.

- Does that mean she'll wake up soon?

- I don't know Jules,
it's hard to say right now.

But you really shouldn't worry.

Have a nice day

How are you?

- Is your gym session over?
- It was intense

What did you do today?

The deputy mayor finally arrived.

He tried to talk but got knocked out.

Soccer.

- Were you able to finish your article?
- Yeah, it was spicy. I had fun.

Was it good?

- I saw Merrieu.

- What, did she talk to you?

Hallo?
- Yes she came looking for me.

- What did she want?

- She's looking for a guy
no one has seen for 3 days

- Hey Jules, are you there?
- I didn't quite understand how she knew him.

- What's this latest story about?

Don't let yourself be tyrannized, okay!

Anything goes for her.
- That's not possible!

Well, I don't know.
For once it didn't seem like a whim.

- Has someone really disappeared?

- Yes, apparently.

- And who is it?

Traffic police

City planning police

Funerals police

Environment police

Hunting license

Fishing license

Building permit

Among others

All for 1600 euros a month.

Not fabulous.

But I like my job.

I like talking to people.

And you're the same, yeah?

You're even pretty fast.

- What? You mean in bed?

- No.

Getting me into bed.

- It was you who kissed me.

- Really?

No it wasn't.
- It was.

I'd never have dared.

At least not that fast.

- So it was bad?

- No.

Wasn't it good?

- Do you need reassurance as well?

You have very soft skin.

- Will we see each other again?

- Can you blame me?

You know I'm here, but also not here.

A bit like you.

Your drawings are lovely.

I like the colours.

Having said that, I'm no expert.

What are you working on at the moment?

- Nothing

Well....

... I don't even know.

I can't decide what's important any more.

Sign of the times.

- Weren't we saying that 2000 years ago?

Do you take all these meds?

- No no. At least not every day.

- Careful with that shit.

Especially mixed with alcohol.

What's that mound of earth in your garden?

- I filled in the pond.

To avoid mosquitoes.

Or in case a child fell in.

- What child?

Your son's older.
You told me he's 14.

Plus my son's never been here—

Did anyone see you coming here?

I wouldn't like to cause you problems.

- I decided a long time ago
not to give a fuck.

Stay here

Go back to sleep.

It'll do you good.

You have the eyes of an insomniac.

- Is that all?

So, who should I ask?

- Madame, if you aren't
part of the family ...

... we can't initiate any
particular procedure.

You mustn't get upset.
People disappear all the time in France.

- All the time! Well, that's
something that should be upsetting.

- Was he suicidal?

- I don't know. I have no idea. Maybe.

Look, life isn't divided into suicidal on
one side and all the rest on the other.

What if he's had an accident?

No. Let me ask you one question:
What do you expect me to do?

- Check his bank account. See if there's
been any transactions in the last 4 days.

- Or, I don't know, locate his phone—
- You watch too much TV, Madame.

- I don't have a TV!
I don't care about TV!

- And also, you only met him once?
- So?

- Sorry to be indiscreet but ...

... are you involved with him?

- But... What concern is that of yours?

This has nothing to do—

You think it's funny?

- It wouldn't be the first time.

Sorry, Madame, I have work to do.

- Listen, I 'll ask only one thing.

Just register my complaint.
Surely that's not too hard?

- Please Madame.

- It's crazy to have to look hysterical
just to be listened to!

At least make a note of his name:
Sefraoui.

Mounir Sefraoui.

- There you go. Noted.

- Thank you!

Excuse... Excuse me

Madame Merrieu!

I'm sorry, they can be annoying.

Let me introduce myself.
I'm Maud Lefort.

I overheard you, and I wanted to say ...

... It's probably difficult to open
this kind of investigation.

But I promise to keep you informed.

That's a personal commitment from me.

- But why is it so difficult?

- Because it's expensive.

A disappearance isn't easy to define.

The right to free movement is one of
our fundamental freedoms.

- Yes, but there are really
worrying signs here.

We can't just do nothing.

- Look, I'm not the police.

I'm affiliated with the city police.

I'm part of the rural police.

It's not exactly the Crime squad.

But I'll give you my phone number.

You know her?

- Yes, don't you?

- She's my mother.

All right?

Hold on tighter, if you like.

Hello, this is Mounir Sefraoui's phone.
Please leave a message.

Are you sure you don't know him?

Because I've been told
he's been here a few times.

- A lot of people come here, you know.
Especially during the day, so ...

I know you, don't I?

You're Glenn's mother-in-law.

Am I right?

- You're right.

You get to come back in Week 2.

- Would you like a drink?

Hey, Thomas, could you serve—
- No, thank you, I haven't finished this.

- What is it?

What are you drinking?
- Mint tea with lime.

You'll do yourself a mischief with that.

- One does what one can.

- Yes, I can't tell you otherwise.

- Did you have dinner in town?

- No, I had dinner at home.

I just came in for a chat.

Yes, there are nights like that,
t's impossible to sleep.

He's cool, Glenn.
I like him a lot.

- Me too.

- We hit it off right away
when I moved here.

- He's cool, as you say.

Because he's as slippery as a bar of soap.

- Yes, it seems
you were against their marriage?

- Did Glenn tell you that?
- Maybe not in so many words ...

... that was my interpretation.

- It's much more complicated, believe me.

I've never stopped Lucille
doing exactly what she wanted.

I was just surprised at her choice.

She wanted so much to be
a writer, a traveller.

- The choice of the city cop?

- In this story, I really come across
as being dreadfully bourgeois.

I can assure you that's wrong.

- That said of course,
he's no longer a cop.

- Yes, that's true.

I wonder what he's going to do anyway.

I always suspected him of
joining the police to piss off his father.

Could be wrong!

- Did you know his father well?

- Yes.

He worked at the Chambers factory.

He was a team leader.

He made electrical equipment.

- Really?

- He was a funny guy.

Kind of wacky, but lots of charm.

- I see.

- With a certain authority...

... impulsive?

Do you have children?

Yes, I have a 14 year old son.

He lives in Paris.

- And you?

Have you lived around here long?

No, 2 months only.

Before that, I moved around a bit.

And then I needed to be by myself.

Just for a while, open-ended.

So. Let's say I still have
a little mountain to climb.

- Well the time always comes
when you have to pay the bill.

I think I'll have a drink after all.

Maybe a Cognac. Do you have some?

- I do.

- And you don't have a wife?
- Oh no, not at the moment

Yeah ...

It's hard! Huh?

- Why "Huh"?

- I don't know.

- To be honest, I cherish my solitude.

Thanks.

After my divorce, I had a few affairs.

Some of them very beautiful.

But now I'm taking a break.

It's a genuine choice.

Very deliberate choice.

- Oh, that's good,
turn it up a bit, can you?

Do you know Mounir Sefraoui?

- Who's that?

- Mounir Sefraoui. You know,
the young man who disappeared.

- Ah yes, I heard something about that.
He mowed my grass last month.

And again last week.

- Last week?

What day?

- Wednesday?

Maybe Thursday.

It was thanks to Mr Pontier.
As we don't live far away.

- And what did you talk about?

- Basic stuff. Nothing important.

He kinda reminded me of my son.

- Why "reminded"?

Do you think he's dead?

- No, I don't know.

Nevertheless, it makes me dream.

- What?

- Vanishing.

Ambroise ...

It's not a common first name.

- Definitely not!

It's peaceful.

It sounds medieval.

Immediately we imagine someone
pleasant, sympathetic.

A nice troubadour.

Or a monk.

- Cool!

- It looks like someone's in your house.

- Oh no, I always leave the light on.

You can never be too careful, you know.

- Right!

- You know, in another life ...

... how to put it ...

... We could—
- No, watch it, you're on a slippery slope.

You want to say very elegant things.

But that's how the worst
horrors in the world slip out.

- Right. Well.
Safe trip home, Eve.

Eve, the first woman in the World.

- That doesn't change anything for me.

- But it's cynical!
- Yeah.

So between the speeches, the announcements
and what they actually do, in the end ...

... there's an unacceptable gap.

Yeah, speeches...

- Oh you can stay, Jules.

Grab a juice if you want.

- Hello.

- Well, say hello.

- Hello.

- Yeah ...

Result is no more money for wages, but
always money for new machines.

The banks are even waiting for staff
reductions before they can grant loans.

It should be the other way around, right?
- Oh sure.

But a bank will never get involved
to save wages. We shouldn't dream.

There are surely industrial solutions

I don't know exactly which ones,
but I'm sure they exist.

And if everyone gets involved, everyone,
the municipality, the prefecture ..

The district council, everyone.

Even you, journalists.

We can force them to keep
their fucking promises.

Either way, we can't let go now.
That's exactly what they're waiting for.

- And will you ... allow me to
talk about your private life?

- What about my private life?

- I don't know... That you come
from a farming family ...

... over several generations ...

... you're still single ...

... unless you don't want it talked about.

But that would be a shame. It'd be nice
if the portrait was complete.

- Well, OK, but take it easy
anyway with your article.

I don't want to look important.

- Is that modesty or dignity?

- I don't know. Maybe a bit of both.
You're right.

- You know, it's mostly
because of the others.

The trust among us is really strong.

But at the same time, it's under threat.
All the time.

From anything and everything.

It can explode very quickly.

- What about you?
Are you someone who explodes easily?

In life, I mean, do you feel ...
more measured or impetuous?

- Impetuous?
- Yeah.

Impetuous! Impetuous can mean
everything and nothing, right?

- Jules! Don't do that!

He burnt his straw.
You don't care what you do!

You know that you shouldn't
play with lighters, don't you?

- On top of that, it's mine!

- Oh well done.
- You see?

It's me you should yell at.

Well ... I have to go ...

- OK.

- When will it be published?

- Oh, tomorrow or the day after.

Do you remember the Arab who
worked at the Pontier's farm?

- Yeah, vaguely?

- Seems he's disappeared.

- And your mother reported him missing.
- Ah yes, she told Glenn about that.

Why?

- I think he was seeing my sister.

- Really?

- Yeah, I'm afraid there might be
problems, especially with my brother.

- So Raoul still hasn't calmed down?
In spite of his history?

- You're an only child, I bet.

- Seriously? I have a brother in Paris
and a sister in Canada.

I'm the youngest.

I wasn't planned at all.

I'll come with you.

- It was great you were here last night.

It was good for everyone.

Yes, really ...

I didn't think we would
talk so much, you and me.

- Really?

- I wouldn't have believed it.
- You wouldn't have believed it?

- You haven't got your scooter?
- No, I walked.

Well...

Thanks again, Cyril.

No, I should thank you.

You're really cute, you know that?

You don't like kisses?
- Course I do!

- I love kisses!
Come on, I'll take you to soccer.

Now where are my shoes?

How long's this little game going to last?

You're not going to sulk
like that all your life.

- I'm not sulking. I'm not 6, I'm 26.

I just don't want to argue with you.
Because that doesn't help me.

- Very well, Lucille!

If it's an apology you want,
I owe it to you.

Look, I've been thinking a lot.
I'm asking you to accept my apology.

But can we talk?
- Talk? Yes!

But not judge.

- But I'm your mother.

It's natural for me to care about you.

To take an interested in what you're doing.
In your life.

- Listen! No matter how much you apologize
I don't believe you.

When you get something into your head
it's impossible to shift!

I know you'll start being intrusive
again when it suits you.

And absent the rest of the time.

I am not one of your possessions!

I will never be your possession!

- What do you mean?

- How complicated you can be,
compared to your sister!

- Oh sure, with her, it's simpler!

You never see her.
She's on the other side of the world!

- But please:
tell me what I've done to you?

- You fucked his father!

And now you're preaching at me?

You think I didn't know that?

- How did you find out?

Did Glenn tell you that?

You needed something for
yourself, didn't you?

You needed your own little territory!

And no, it wasn't Glenn!
I hope he'll never know!

- So who told you?

He was already a widower, anyway—
- Nobody told me. I know you too well!

And I can see the eyes of the blokes
in and out of your bed.

And it disgusts me.

Because you, you can fuck a worker, but
it's intolerable for me to marry his son.

- No, you're mixing it all up.

What did I keep you from?
What did I keep you from? Nothing!

His father was half-mad by the way.
I ran of first chance I got.

- But I'm not interested!
I don't want to know!

- It was you brought it up!

I never asked you to come
and to live next to me.

I'd have preferred you to escape.

To fly away.

I want you to be happy!

- Enough of your "I"!
I don't care what you want.

You are so self centred!

And you're being ridiculous asking
about that guy who disappeared.

Everyone's talking about it.

After you'd spoken to him for like
3 minutes in your whole life!

But you're so lonely!

- And you?

You OK?

I'm fine.

It's actually going very well.

Okay... See you later.

Have fun.

See you later.

- Hi !
- Hi !

- Hi !
- Hi !

In 2019 he was arrested in Yvelines.

Drunkenness on the public streets.

Nothing too bad.

It doesn't even warrant a criminal record.

But it stayed in our files.

All we know is that, at the time,
he didn't have a bank account.

And he was always changing his phone.

t seemed like he was a vagabond,
with a certain vulnerability.

Anyway, I enquired high and low,
throughout the area.

People didn't know him.

Or at least hardly saw him.

But I also heard he had a sister.

I couldn't find anything about that.

You like this guy, right?

- I assure you that's not
what's motivating my concern

Although ... Not just that ...

- So what is it?

It's not maternal instinct?

Sure?

- I'm going to tell you something.
But it has to stay between us.

Before he disappeared,
he was very much in love with a girl.

Adrienne Belhomert.

They saw each other in secret.

- Really? I know the Belhomerts.
They're in a class of their own.

They were a farming family,
well enough off.

But since the 2008 crisis,
they've had to sell everything.

Their land, their equipment ...

Little by little, piece by piece.
It took years.

They just kept the farm.

They were all still living there.

The two sons, the daughter,
the mother, the grandmother.

And now they all work
at the Chambers factory

- Chambers... Do you think it'll close?

- Nothing's finalised,
but it's pretty clear.

It's been simmering for months.

They're all on edge.

And not only the workers.

Come on, let's not stay here.

- Why?

- If you get me off,
I'll want you all the time.

- Exactly!

We shouldn't wait.

What?

- Nothing, I thought I heard something.

- No, there's no one.

- Wait a second.

Jules!

What's going on?

Tell me what's going on!
Why are you all alone here?

Tell me what's going on!

Tell me! Tell me what's going on!

- I don't want to go to soccer any more.

- Come here. It doesn't matter.

You mustn't run away like this.
You know that don't you?

Honestly! You let a 10 year old kid escape!

You'rein no position
to talk to me like that.

Because that's when I hang up and file
a complaint right away. You understand?

Yes?

What if I rip your head off, you fucker,
and feed your balls to the dog?

Unclench your fist.

Is he upstairs?

Jules ...

Jules, don't be like that. What is it?

Even if what you did is serious,
I'm not yelling at you

We might have been worried.Something
could have happened to you, that's all.

Come on, Jules.

Look at me, please.

Please.

I want us to do the Indian ritual.

It's not night!

Come on, Jules.

I want to take you in my arms.

I want you to hold me tight because I'm
afraid something could happen to you.

- I want to see my mother.

- You'll see her.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry, my angel.

My love.

They think there aren't enough elements
to make a request to the Prosecutor.

So, in addition to that
we can't trace Mounir's phone ...

... nor check his bank account.

I saw a woman from the city police.

She promised she'd go on asking around.

But she's limited to the local area.

Well, we have to keep up hope.

Did you find out anything on your side?

- No.

Sorry, I can't stop crying right now.

- That's normal, it has to come out.

How's it going at the factory?

- It's a big mess.

We're all yelling at each other
about a severance package.

That's exactly what they were looking for.

Even the strongest gave up.

Sorry, I have to hang up. I call you back.

Who was that?

You're making phone calls in secret now?

Why are you crying?

Fuck! Answer me when I talk to you!

- Leave me alone, Raoul!

You're hurting me. Get off!

Let me go, damn it!

- What's the matter ?
- Stop it! Damn, you're hurting me!

- Leave her alone!

What are you gonna do, eh?

- He hurts me. He just pisses me off.
- You can shut up too!

Dammit you both piss me off.

Your neighbour is right.

If you erect your own fence, you can't put
it right on the dividing line.

You have to set it back a bit.
If you don't he has the right to sue you.

That'd be a shame for 50 centimetres.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Why don't you want
to share the cost with him?

Between us, it would be smart
and everyone would win.

But it's up to you.
Makes no difference to me.

- Should we move the fence?

I did tell you.

- As if he hasn't bled us enough already.

There are people, like the Pontiers, who
either look down on you ...

... or they look up to you—

- But I'm not the enemy.

You know that, don't you?
I'm here to prevent conflict.

Everyone's paranoid right now.

Like that story about the
young man who disappeared.

Mounir Sefraoui?

And of course, he worked for the Pontiers.

Nobody's seen him again.
So people start talking nonsense.

You haven't heard about it?

- No.

- That's not what I was told.

Or maybe I'm confused.

- Who told you that?

Was it Pontier?

You know, when you're innocent,
it's better to tell the truth.

Everything is quicker and easier.

- Yeah.

We totally agree

How's your grandmother?

- Well, it's going slowly.

She's been spending most of
the time in bed since the surgery.

Hello Mrs Belhomert.

I don't know if you recognize me.

I'm Maud Lefort, Christine's daughter.

I thought It'd be nice
to have a chat with you.

First of all, I'm glad to see you
recovering well from your operation.

- Sorry.
- Are you OK?

Did she hurt you?

- No. It's fine.

- You sure?

- Yes... These things happen.

- Sorry, honestly!

Fucking bitch!

Hey idiot, am I disturbing you?

- No, why?

- Can you remember if there's any history
between Rose Belhomert and Pontier?

- Pontier?

Oh fuck, yeah! That's an old story!

It's even healed over time.

Raoul Belhomert was a minor at the time.

I remember it precisely because
it was the year I joined the police.

- Before I was born, then?

Briefly, what was the story?

Nothing much.

One evening Raoul gets too close to
the house, and Pontier yells at him.

So being 14, Raoul doesn't apologise,
but smashes him in the mouth.

And when I say
"smashes him in the mouth" ...

... I mean he's off work for a week.

We'd enough evidence to arrest the boy.

Since he already had a criminal record
he'd be facing a heavy sentence.

Mother and grandmother swore
he didn't leave the farm that night.

And the next day, as if by magic,
Pontier withdrew his complaint.

They must have arranged it between them.

At that time, the Belhomerts were well off.

Hello.
- Hello.

Listen, I'm here because ever since
your mother came to my house ...

everyone's pestering me
about Mounir Sefraoui.

I don't know where he is.

- Wait, I don't quite understand.

- Why are you talking to me?
- Right.

- Why don't you talk to my mother?

I've come to see you, not your mother.

The more I talk to your mother
the more stuff she makes up.

- It's not my job to look after her.
That's completely insane.

- Yeah, perhaps—
- Hang on. Jules?

Go in the house for a couple
of minutes, would you?

- Three times now she's come to my house.

Whatever there is between you is none—

- At some point, if you have a problem with
her, you talk to her directly. That's it.

You can't come to my house

- Mounir Sefraoui—
- It's not my business!

- Of course ...
- So now, if you have a problem, see her.

- It seems to upset you. I can smell it.

But when I smell that it disturbs me,
I wonder what's going—

- I'm asking you to leave now.

Look, Gaspard, I won't be
getting back with your mother.

I kept hoping for a long time but now
I understand. She knows it anyway.

What? How do I scare her?

Don't listen to the bullshit
she fills your head with, okay?

Because when we're suffering,
we don't always know what we're saying.

I can't wait for you to
come and see me either.

Yes, okay, come on, listen, I'm sending
you a hug. A really big hug.

See you.

- Go ahead.
- Shut up.

Stop freaking out...damn.

And the other one, Raoul, is he there?

I don't know, but we don't see him anymore.

Hi.
- How are you guys?

Jules?

Jules?

- Calm down.- You're okay?

Damn, this look—

- You really have to throw this one away.
- She's not mine.

Hey you there!

Apparently your sister likes couscous.

She's not afraid.

- Either way, whether that's true or not
is ancient history. The guy left.

- Which guy?

- He was afraid I'd smash his face in.
- And why don't we see you around there?

Go ahead, fuck you!

Am I there or am I not?

It's been over a week though.

You mustn't go into the street like that.
And answer when I call you.

Hey?

How are you?

It's been a long time.

- Yeah, fine, how about you?

- Are you all alone?

The cop not around?

- Come on.

- Now it's the middle class
fucking the police.

The world has changed.

But you suck others, don't you?

And what does your guy say?

What does the cop say?

For instance ...

You can type "cocktail sausage".

And you realize that there are
thousands of people on Earth ...

... who've photographed cocktail sausages!

And sometimes for totally justified
and serious reasons.

Look.

Ah, that's absurd.
Look! It's absurd.

- Yeah, that's cool
- Wait, hang on.

You can also type "steak tartare"
for example.

Or "white pudding". Wait, look, you
can type "vomit white pudding", look.

Vomit.
- Oh, that's disgusting!

I laughed out loud!

- OK, guys, I'm off.

No, wait, come on, let's have a last one?

Or have a last smoke outside, quickly.

Raymond, OK Raymond,
a quick cigarette outside?

Well, we are anyway. If you want to
join us, you know where to find us.

You know they say that the two great
neurotic tendencies of humanity are ...

... on the one hand, the hystericals,
on the other, the obsessives.

There's no need to even ask what you are.

- Yeah?

- You're completely obsessive.

- Maybe ...

- As for me, I believe ... I am nothing.

I'm lost, Glenn.

We're all a little lost.

No, these are ready-made phrases.

You're so lucky
to have a woman who loves you.

I don't know if you know me that well.

- Of course I know you.

- You should get to bed.

Yeah.

Did I wake you?

- No.

You didn't want to eat with us?

- I told you I wouldn't be here.

I wasn't hungry.

Is the kid sleeping?

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I'm tired.

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jeremys and Marseille

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