All language subtitles for Le 15 mai (Claire Denis) EN by Adua

What's the matter?

What is it?

It passed.
I'm fine now.

I'm so happy I have you.

What was the matter?
You screamed.

I was having a nightmare.

A kind of explosion,

as if someone
had struck me on the head.

It's strange.

I had the same dream.

A blow at the back
of my head.

Maybe it's telepathy.

Hurry,
you're going to be late.

15TH MAY

You're driving me crazy today.
You'll never be on time.

I cut myself,
there's blood everywhere.

And can't you come in
a little less abruptly, Elisabeth?

Show me.

There.

Listen, I don't see
anything at all.

Look.
It's not even bleeding.

It's true but I'm sure
I cut myself there.

You, madam, you're
poisoning your children

and your husband.

It's high time you...

What's he selling, Isabel?

So much noise
for a fridge brand.

... with rotten food...

No one believes them anyway.
It's just wasted money.

Your coffee will get cold.

Feikal conserves food products

Buy a Feikal fridge.

Thanks, my lovely.

Look, a shop burned down in Poissy

Two dead.

A pack of Lucky, please.

Wrong brand,
I asked for Lucky.

You don't yet know
the new cigarettes, Sir.

Marilyn, it's a totally new cigarette.

Let me show you something.

It has an anti-cancer filter.
It's totally new.

Touch it, give me your hand.

- You see?
- Yes.

Here's a sample for you.

There.

They're good, huh?

And Marcel, isn't he working?
Is he sick?

No, I'm just here today.
He'll be here tomorrow.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Have you tried Chocobites?

The chocolate
for your morning energy.

Good morning, Sir.

Good morning, Elena.

- Is the boss in?
- No. Mr Dorte isn't coming in today.

- Is he at the factory?
- No.

I don't know why.
He phoned and left a message.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Does that mean I should sign for him
the half-month slips?

Yes. I prepared the dossier for you.

By the way, Sir.

Here's a letter from a foreign customer

who'd like to receive
some documentation.

about our manufacturing.

Take note,

First a one-line summary:

Reproduction of a human brain

and nerve centres

on electronic circuits.

Enclose a detailed leaflet.

Thanks.

Mr Bucard
If you don't mind,

I'll have my lunch-break now.

By all means, Helena.

I'll stay in case Mr Dorte calls.

Come in.

Mr Bucard

Excuse me for not making an appointment.

After this morning
I just had to see you.

What happened this morning?

Let me introduce myself.
Laura Beaumont.

Of the Faikal firm.

It was us driving across from you
this morning.

Obviously you could sue us

for making such a racket

in a pleasant
residential neighbourhood like yours.

But for us, selling Faikal fridges

is not a job, no.

It's a passion.

So I've been sent by the company
to express

to you personally

and your neighbours,

our deepest apologies
for the events of this morning.

But this would all seem less bizarre

if you had more information.

I have some documentation here
that I'd like to show you.

Here.

To compensate you,
the company offers you

a 20% discount on its newest product.

Mr Bucard,

Have you had lunch yet?

No, I was planning to stay here.

Two seconds to close that ugly dossier
and tighten your tie.

A cigarette, Mme Beaumont?

Just call me Laura.

The liquour menu, please.

No, please.

It's on Faikal's business account.

It's the least they can do.

And there's plenty.

I'm a bit old fashioned, you see?

Have you thought
of bleaching your hair?

You're crazy.

You always say you find
bleached hair vulgar.

Don't you prefer brunettes?

It was just a joke.

- Darling.
- Yes.

Are you coming to bed?

Yes, but first I need
to make space in the storage.

For the old fridge.

Oh crap. It's already midnight.

Elisabeth!

Come on, wake up now.

Oh, why do you wake me up
with such a fright?

What's going on?

What are you doing there?

I slept in the cellar, for the record.

I passed out like a dog.

And you didn't even stir.
It didn't keep you awake.

In the cellar?

Why?

Great. You don't remember
that last night

I made space in the storage
to move the old fridge.

It's new, from last year.

It's horrid. I'm back to doing
the same as I did yesterday.

You had a nightmare?

So did I.

I dreamt I got knocked out.

So then...

we had the same dream again.

Again?

Yes. Yesterday we had
also had the same dream.

Not me.

I slept well last night.

Elisabeth, tell me I'm not crazy.

And that we both had
the same dream as yesterday.

Say it.

No we didn't.

No.

Manplus!

There isn't a man
without Manplus.

There isn't a man
without hair.

Be a man.

Let Manplus care for your hair.

Hello?

Hello, police?

What do they do at the station?
It's unbelievable.

keep your hair
with Manplus

Hello?

No, I'll have them locked up.

This is a private area, for chrissake.

I've paid for peace and quiet.

Why are you crying?

Tell me why?

You won't stop yelling.

about the fridge,

the storage.

Ah, shit!

Look, it's yesterday's paper.

No.

It's not.

It's not yesterday's paper.

Today is the 15th.

Enough of this. I'm not crazy.

It's the same paper as yesterday.
Same weather, headlines,

It's the 15th.

It's the 16th... Yesterday at the office

I signed the slips for the 15th

So it's the 16th today.

If you keep this up
I'll send you to a doctor, damnit.

Hi Elena.

Good morning, Sir.

Did you have a good rest?

Oh, I had a nightmare.

As if they'd dropped
the A-bomb on my head.

What are you doing?

I'm updating the calendar.

I'm not mad.

Today is the 16th.

No. It's the 15th.

Remember the insurance slips?
We pay them every 15th of the month.

Precisely. That's how I know
it's the 15th today.

And Mr Dorte won't be coming in today.

So they're for you to sign.

I prepared the dossier for you.

This can't be true.

Is something the matter, Sir?

No thanks. Everything's fine.

You have reached
the weather forecast line

of the telephone information service

for the 15th of May.

By the way, Sir...

A foreign customer wrote to ask

about how our computers work.

Send him a beautiful leaflet.

- You think that will be enough?
- Yes, it'll be enough.

May I take
the early lunch shift?

Yes, you may.

Do you know what amnesia is?

I mean, have you ever had
lapses of memory.

No.

Good morning, Miss,
I absolutely must see Mr Bucard.

I'm mortified to have to barge in

without an appointment
but I just had to see you.

After what happened this morning,

the racket on your street.

I haven't introduced myself,
Laura Beaumont.

Laura Beaumont

Just Laura, for you.

I'm here on behalf of Manplus Ltd.

You know, the masculinising lotion.

We drove past
your house this morning

with a megaphone.

For us, for the employees of Manplus,

Sales are a kind of mission
and we sometimes overstep a line.

You, for instance, don't seem to have
any need for Manplus.

But it's time to address
this receding hairline.

It would be a shame
to let it disfigure you.

I have some articles here
that eminent experts

have written for our customers.

To convince them
of the benefits of our elixir.

It's not magic.

But science.

You can tell me about it later.

I sense you're thinking
of a restaurant.

Am I wrong?

- No, that's just what I meant to pro...
- So I thought.

How did you guess that it was here
I wanted to have lunch.

I like this place.
No frills, but the food is good.

Tell me...

I have the feeling that...

your work for Manplus
is really important to you.

Are you a fanatic?

No.

No, but I would go on a crusade

to persuade all men not to let us down.

Yes. I'm not really into PR
or sales.

But Manplus represents
a giant step in scientific research,

I'd gladly devote myself.

You have persuaded me,
I will buy one tonight.

- Crudités.
- I'll have the same.

You think your firm
would give me a 20% discount?

What do you mean, 20%?

I mean, in the context of...

the noise you made on
my street this morning...

you could...

Naturally, that was the plan.

You, Sir...

You still haven't bought
your Faikal fridge, have you.

Here. You have two minutes
to sign here.

Sensational, isn't it?

Tell me, are those fridges
all they're cracked up to be?

I don't know.

In fact...

what date is it today?

The 16th, right?

No, it's the 15th.

The 15th.

Of course,
it's the 15th of May.

Are you not feeling well?

What?

I feel just fine.

You don't have nightmares?

Nightmares, not at all.

I sleep just fine.
Why nightmares?

What a strange idea.

Please, a bottle of champagne.

Look, be a sweetheart
and pass me some cash.

So that I can...

pay the waiter
when he comes.

Cash?

Sorry, I'm not feeling great.

I'll be back in a minute.

No, Sir. The toilets are on that side.

- Let me through.
- You haven't yet paid your bill.

Don't worry, Sir.
Mlle Beaumont will.

EMERGENCY
EXIT

Hello, Mr Dorte?
Laura Beaumont.

Yes, I had to run away.

I don't know, but he remembers
I sold him a fridge yesterday.

No. I don't think
he suspects anything.

Yes. Bucard,
Bucard, number 3752.

Fine. Yes, Sir.
See you this evening.

In any case, now
I do suspect something.

You have some
explaining to do.

First of all...

what's that advertising about?

Second...

If I'm not mistaken
these are your headquarters.

In my boss's factory.

But...

it's not advertising, is it?

No. It's much
more interesting.

It looks like
a statistical study.

So?

This still doesn't add up.
What's your job, Miss?

Mornings you drown us in advertising
and in the evenings, what?

but I'm not impressed by you.

You hear me?
I'm not impressed.

Calm down.

Something's wrong,
and you didn't get treated last night.

But Dorte
will take care of you.

With what treatment?

You think I was
born yesterday?

We're going to leave the city.

We'll call the police.

you might as well
have kidnapped me.

You have no clue.

It's useless, Mr Bucard.

They'll catch you anyway.

But...

there's no blood.

You don't bleed.

Oh no. It's impossible.

You're not a human being.

Neither are you, Mr Bucard.

Bucard, I've tolerated this nonsense
long enough. It has to stop.

It's me Dorte, your boss.

There's not a single place
for you to go.

When you tried to murder Beaumont

you discovered
she was a robot, didn't you?

You're no different.

Or hardly.

She volunteered
to work as an agent.

A robot, Bucard.

A machine.

A marvellous machine.

No. It can't be true.

I'm me. I'm sure I'm me.

Poor nr 3752,
what did you think?

Gerard Bucard has been dead
for three months now.

Along with all his fellow countrymen
on the night of 14th May.

I had nothing to do with it.

A mere accident.

Our gas reserves exploded.

And I stepped in

with the remarkable
powers of our machines.

I only had to record your brains.

Child's play, really.

All I needed was one day.

One day repeated infinitely
to test our hypotheses.

And every day at midnight

we disconnect you,

delete all the memories.

An entire city is my guinea pig.

A giant step for advertising.

The error rate is zero.

We see the entire market, 100%.

All just to sell some gadgets.
Bastards!

Bastards!

Now you have understood,

wait for our interviewing teams to...

yes... to repair you.

You only escaped for one night.

Only minor adjustments are needed.

You won't catch me,
you'll have to kill me.

Poor madman.

Where will you go?
Dig a hole in the ground?

Yes. There.

Beneath your feet.

You found the metal sheet?

You don't think
I'd rebuild the entire city?

That would be a waste.

We settled
for an ingenious scale model.

Poor little one.

Little Bucard.

A shock for your little brain.

The model is set on a metal top.

In the factory's show room.

To make the sun
we only needed a 500 watt lightbulb.

... the politicians
who run the country...

... they shake hands with criminals...

No!

Will you vote for the...

Yes.

THE END

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