All language subtitles for Any Human Heart • Part 4_EN

Are you sleeping with my 16-year-old
daughter, you fucking English loser?!

Get out of the country. Go.
It's the only way.

Straight to the airport.
Get your passport and go.

Good luck.

I'm not well.

Cancer.

Funny, I always thought I'd be
trailing in your wake, Logan.

Funny, I always thought I'd be trailing in
your wake, Logan. We haven't finished yet.

What cannot be avoided, my
darling, must be accepted.

He's very still.

And very pale.

Nonsense, he'll be
perfectly fine!

Strong as a horse.

I'm called Leo now.

I hated being called Lionel.

Logan?

Logan!

Logan?

Are you all right, darling?

Freya...

You be careful, my sweet.
Take care of yourself...

Ah, Mr Mountstuart.

You're back with us.

Where am I?

Intensive care in St Botolph's
Hospital, east London.

What's happened?

You were in a traffic
accident, hit by a van.

You've been in a
coma for two weeks.

Two weeks?

Get some rest. You'll be all right, but
you're going to be here for a while.

I'll have a look at
her a bit later.

And how are you today?

Jolly good.

Ah, there you are! Yes,
now the thing is...

So this is Logan.

Mr Mountstuart.

Logan won't use his bed-pan.

No, I won't use my bedpan but I
do need to go to the lavatory -

to the toilet - with some urgency.
I'd like a wheelchair to take me.

I've been here for six
weeks and every time

I've requested a wheelchair,
one was brought.

I'm the new matron,
things have changed.

My nurses don't wheel
patients to the toilets.

My nurses don't wheel patients to the
toilets. Then bring me some crutches.

You're not authorised
to crutches.

You're not authorised to crutches.
Then summon a hospital porter.

The porters are busy. You
have a bedpan. Use it.

Ned? Ned, can I
borrow your crutches?

They refuse to wheel me to the toilet.
It's that new bloody matron.

I'd better not, Logan. She'll
have me guts for garters.

I'll give them back, for God's sake.
I need to go to the toilet!

If she knew I'd lent them to you,
my life wouldn't be worth living.

Use the bedpan, mate.

'This is the first time in my life
that I have been badly injured,

'the first time I've had an operation
under general anaesthetic,

'and the first time
I've been in hospital.

'Those of us who are
healthy forget about

this vast parallel
universe of the unwell...

'their daily miseries,
their banal ordeals.

'This is a geriatric ward, though
no-one will actually admit it.

'Nothing but old men
waiting to die.

'Who decided I was an old
man all of a sudden?'

Do me a favour,
as an Englishman,

pull the plugs out, mate.

I want to go.

I-I can't stand it any longer.

I wish I could help you, but...
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

They cut off the electricity and the phone
and then they cut the water in your flat.

I said, "Mr Mountstuart is in
hospital, for God's sake."

But do they listen?
They never listen.

Well, thanks so much for trying, Subadar.
How's Mrs Singh?

Oh, she's very happy, now
I have my vasectomy.

Well, perhaps there's the answer.
Maybe I should have one!

When are you coming home, Logan? We're
missing you on Turpentine Lane.

As soon as possible.

I can't wait.

What's this?

Doesn't usually happen, so don't think
we're going to make a habit of this.

Hello?

Oh, my God, Sandrine!

How on earth did you find me?

Yes, I know. I had this accident,
I've been in this place for weeks.

Enough about me, how's Ben?

Oh...

I'm so sorry.

That's terrible, terrible news.

He was my best friend...

The best.

I'm immobile, Sandrine,
my leg is in a cast.

I can't walk. I'm so sorry.

He was my best friend.

Hello? Joining or leaving us?

I'm waiting for my discharge.

Well, God be with you.

What's God got to
do with anything?

Oh. Ah, yes...

God's love is with you.

God's love has healed
you, made you well.

What utter, tragic
mumbo-jumbo nonsense.

I should tell you that I'm an atheist.
A devout atheist.

Have you never felt God's
love in your life, my friend?

No. Because it...
He doesn't exist.

My best friend has just died a
disgusting, lingering death from cancer.

God's love didn't show
in his case, I'm afraid.

Take a look around this room.

Open your eyes.

But God is in this room,
with us here, now.

Jesus Christ!

And Christ, too.

May I tell you one thing?

No plumb line can fathom the
depths of my faithlessness.

Now please fuck off
and leave me alone.

Right.

God be with you.

You may go, Mr Mountstuart. >

The ambulance is downstairs
and will take you home.

I won't be needing this.
It's all yours.

Good day to you, Matron.

Enjoy the rest of your life.

I intend to enjoy mine.

'Wednesday June 12th.

'What's happening
to this country?

'Strikes every week.

'Everyone angry and
confrontational.

'A huge army of unemployed,
and I'm the newest recruit!

'Now, with Ben gone, so has my
last reliable source of income.

'But, Logan Mountstuart,
you are free.

'You're a writer.

'There's everything to live for.

'When I write my memoirs, I shall
refer to this period of my life

'as "the dog-food years".

'Bowser has saved me,
it's as simple as that.

'Though I must say that a
fundamental ingredient

in any dog-food stew
is a strong sauce -

'tomato ketchup, brown
sauce, Tabasco, Worcester -

'as there's something irreducibly gamey and
long-lasting about the taste of dog-food.

'Still, it is nutritious
and very cheap.

'Making-do has become almost a
question of simple survival.

'And it's a process that
takes up so much of my time

'that I couldn't write,
even if I wanted to.

'I can't even think of a
title for my new novel.

'All I need is just a
tiny bit more money.

'Just a tiny, tiny bit.'

We think you may be too old.

I may look old, I
don't feel old.

Is Mountstuart a
double-barrelled name?

No. Is that important?

This is Roth, Brownwell.
I'm John.

So why do you want to join the
Socialist Patients Kollective?

Well, I was recently in
hospital for several months

and I was shocked, not to
say completely disgusted,

by what I saw there, and I want
to do something, anything,

to help patients safeguard their
rights and essential dignity.

I want to help change things in our
disgraceful, ancient hospitals.

I want to help change things in our
disgraceful, ancient hospitals.

Um, the SPK has nothing to do
with the National Health Service,

it has nothing to
do with hospitals.

It has nothing to do
with hospitals. Ah.

Well, the name is very misleading.
What are you, then?

We're anti-Fascists.

So am I, as it happens.

Have you heard of
the Situationists?

Have you heard of the
Situationists? No.

Andreas Baader and
Ulrike Meinhof?

Andreas Baader and Ulrike Meinhof?
Yes.

Red Army Faction? And the
urban guerrilla movement?

Red Army Faction? And the urban
guerrilla movement? I think so

Imperialists in West Germany.

I don't know about all that stuff.
I know I want to do something.

I don't want to take the rest of
my life passively lying down.

After my experience in hospital, I
realised people's lives are dominated

by monolithic institutions and their
stupid rules and by petty martinets.

I just want to help people
stand up for themselves.

Well put, Mountstuart, yeah.
Good. Yeah. Good.

Well, what you see here is SPK
Working Circle - Communication.

We're a small group. A cell,
if you will. A cadre.

We produce a weekly newspaper
called The Situation.

The sales of this newspaper are
our main source of income.

Ah, now we need people to sell
The Situation on the street.

Every copy you sell,
you receive 10%.

Interested?

What do you do with the
rest of the money?

We pass it on to the SPK Working Circle
- Action.

What we're interested in
is intervention. Yeah?

We see something that we don't like,
we disapprove of, we intervene.

So we may support a strike,
we may expose fascist lies,

we may donate money
to good causes here,

like helping our socialist
comrades abroad.

But all this costs money.

10% of all sales? Cash?

Yes. Yeah.

Count me in.

Welcome to the SPK, Mountstuart.

'It didn't require much thought.

'Unlike my fellow vendors, I don't
go to working-class pubs, '

'I go to universities,
polytechnics, art schools.

'I sell The Situation in
cafeterias and common rooms.

'Unlike my fellow vendors,
I wear a suit and tie.

'Unlike my fellow vendors, I read each
issue and can talk about its contents.

'Mostly ultra-left proclamations
about how only violent conflict

'will achieve the Marxist
paradise we long for.

'With my sales hugely
outstripping my rivals,

'I've become very
popular with the SPK.'

183...

and change.

You owe me 18 and 30 pence.

Yeah. There's been a slight
alteration in the basic contract.

Working Circle - Communication has voted
to cap all vendors' commission at 10.

Just like that? Goalposts
move stealthily in

middle of the night
and I'm short 8 quid?

Money's going to a
very good cause.

You've robbed me of my incentive to sell
more copies, that's fucking stupid!

Oh, dear. Angry old
capitalist emerges.

Oh, dear. Angry old capitalist emerges.
You're not working for yourself.

You're working for the SPK now.

Oh, John, I was looking for you.
We've had the call from Hamburg?

Yeah, good, right, I'll...
Yeah, I'll call back later.

Yeah, good, right, I'll...
Yeah, I'll call

back later. Can I buying
a drink for someone?

Ah! Yes, please. Pint of bitter.

How do you do?
Logan Mountstuart.

How do you do? Logan Mountstuart.
Rheinhardt.

Actually, it would be
better if you go now.

Yeah, I'll come with you.
Next week's issue's ready.

Yeah, I'll come with you. Next
week's issue's ready. All right.

Very good to meet you.

TYPEWRITER CLATTERS

Ah, Brownwell, I need
100 more copies.

You know where they are.
Do I have to physically

fucking hand them to you?
Are you a child?

Sorry, sorry. It was a kind
of rhetorical statement.

I was explaining my presence...

What's happening, Brownwell? I
thought there was an atmosphere.

It's John. It's the
Stammheim verdict.

He just shouts and rages.

He's being absolutely vile.
Hateful.

Stammheim?

It's the trials in West Germany.

Andreas, Gudrun and Jan-Carl.

25 years in prison, each one.

Ah, Andreas and Gudrun.
25 years.

Quarter of a century, eh?
A long time.

It's disgusting. We have to do something.
Show them that we...

It's disgusting. We have
to do something. Show

them that we... Do you mind
if I just use the loo?

Um... Mountstuart?

Yes?

Please don't tell
John I was crying.

Absolutely not. No, no...
Course not, no.

Oh! I beg your pardon!

Oh! I beg your pardon!
Hi, Mountstuart. Oh,

keep clear of John.
He's in a filthy mood.

I heard. I'll wait outside.

No, don't worry, I'm
nearly finished.

What's your first
name, Mountstuart?

Logan. What's yours?

Hannah. Brownwell is Tina.

Why can't we call each other by
our first names? Brownwell, Roth.

It's all very public school.

Yeah, John says it's
good for discipline.

What's John's first name?

Well, thatishis first name.

He's John Vivian.

And obviously he doesn't
want us to call him Vivian.

Obviously! Look, Hannah,
the thing is, the loo.

I'm rather desperate.

Don't mind me. On you go.

Right.

ZIP OPENED

It's a natural human activity,
Logan, don't be so bourgeois.

SPLASHING

Where are the others?

Um, yeah. Delicate matter.

Everything's gone a bit
ape-shit back at the house.

Oh, yes? Whither neo-anarchism?

No, actually...

I've been sleeping with Roth.

Oh, well. It's a form of
solidarity, I suppose.

Except I'm married to Brownwell.

She's not particularly pleased.

Right. So she went all
bourgeois on you, did she?

Yeah. Yeah. Blood on the walls.

And, uh, they've both resigned
from the SPK. Cleared off.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, so...

What do you think about
what's going on in Germany?

The Red Army Faction?

Madness. Kidnappings, killings, bombs,
violence isn't going to change anything.

Wrong, wrong. It's not violence, it's
counter-violence. Big difference.

Semantics.

When I was at Cambridge, I was
held in a jail for 48 hours

because I'd taken part in a lawful,
peaceful demonstration, yeah?

That's when I saw the light.

I expect you've never seen the inside of
a prison cell, have you, Mountstuart?

I have, actually,
in Switzerland.

In the war, I was captured and spent
over a year in solitary confinement.

Bloody hell. Right.

One year solitary?

Yeah, well, I, um... I look at
you with new eyes, Mountstuart.

Don't rush to judgment, John.

Don't rush to judgment, John.
Yeah, yeah, well.

Do you like travelling?

Depends where I'm going.

If I gave you 100 quid, would
you go on a trip abroad for me?

Abroad?

What's this all about?

It's about 100.

That's what you give
to your contact.

He'll give you something
to bring back to me.

He'll give you something to bring
back to me. How will I know him?

I'll tell you in good time. When you
call, the code word is Mogadishu.

You say the word, I repeat it and
we'll know the call is secure.

You say the word, I repeat
it and we'll know the

call is secure. Mogadishu?
A town in Somalia?

Don't indulge me.
It's just a word.

It's plucked from the air, so this...
this is for you.

This is only 50. You said 100.

Yeah. Half now, half when you
come back with the package.

Yeah. Half now, half when you come
back with the package. I want it all.

I'm only doing this for the money.
Or I'm not going.

This doesn't say much about your sense
of solidarity, Mountstuart, does it?

It doesn't say much about
your sense of a business

transaction. You promised 100.
A deal is a deal.

Yeah.

Well, you have your instructions.
You call me tomorrow.

Only from public phone
booths, remember.

And good luck to you, too

TRAIN WHISTLE

'That's right, son,
you've got it!

'It's just luck in the end.

'That's all life is.'

PHONE RINGING

'Hello?'

Mogadishu.

What?

LINE GOES DEAD

PHONE RINGING

Logan?

Mogadishu.

Yeah, Mogadishu,
Mogadishu, Mogadishu.

Don't institute a security procedure if
you're going to abandon it immediately.

All right. Right, you go to
the kiosk in the small park.

It's near the bus station. OK. You
got that? It's the cafeteria thing.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Your contact knows the password.

The kiosk. At four. Is that all?

Yeah, yeah. Just be
there, Mountstuart.

You're welcome

Mogadishu.

Ah. Mogadishu.

See, I tell you. I don't
fucking believing this!

See, I tell you. I don't fucking
believing this! Ist klar.

We are waiting in this fucking
cafe for two days. Where are you?

I only received my instructions today.
Entschuldigung.

Entschuldigung!

I am Petra.

And I am Birgit.

No... Ingeborg.

Why you so old?

Is there no young
people in London?

Nein, es ist sehr intelligent.
An old guy like this,

no-one thinks anything.
You have the delivery?

No-one thinks anything. You
have the delivery? Yes.

You have to go to Zurich,
Hotel Hoch Garten.

Zurich?!

All right.

Do you mind if I make
a quick phone call?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Mogadishu.'

Yeah, cut the crap, Mountstuart.
Have you met the contacts?

Yeah, cut the crap, Mountstuart.
Have you met the contacts? Yes.

'What did he say?'

It's not a he. It's a couple of girls.
That's why I phoned.

Girls? Fuck! What did they say?

They say I have to go to Zurich.

'OK, that... that sounds right.'

So theyarethe contact?

'Obviously. Yes.'

Get a grip, Mountstuart.
Call me from Zurich.

About this tip to Zurich...

Yes, we are coming with you.

No, no, no there's no need.

No, no, no there's no need.
We have guns.

No, no, no there's no need. We have guns.
I have too. You have one?

No, I am unarmed.

We're your bodyguards. So we all go
on a trip to Switzerland together!

ANNOUNCEMENT IN GERMAN

No. Well, not much.

Switzerland is expensive, Logan.

I know it's expensive. I
was there in the war.

What war?

The Second World War

You are very old man, Logan.

I do feel old today, oddly.

If you don't pay for us,
Logan, we have to rob a bank.

If you don't pay for
us, Logan, we have to

rob a bank. I'll pay. I'll pay!
Put it away.

Bang, bang! I kill you, Logan.

They're fucking psychopaths.
They've got guns, for God's sake.

'Well, dump them. Forge on alone,
Mountstuart. Use your initiative.'

But how will I meet the contact?

'OK, good point, yes. Well, dump them
as soon as they tell you the contact.'

Yeah, yeah. Thanks so
much, John Mogadishu.

You can sleep in the
bed with us, Logan.

No, thanks. The
chair will be fine.

Do you know how I'm going
to meet the contact?

Don't worry, he will find you tomorrow.
He knows you are here.

Don't worry, he will find you tomorrow.
He knows you are here. Does he?

Hmm.

Fine.

So, I think we go to bed now.

Please, wait outside.

Yes, of course.

LAUGHTER

You want some Mary-Jane, Logan?

No, thanks. I don't.

Fuck, Logan, you got to
have some fun in your life.

I love fun. I'm a
fun-loving guy.

GIGGLING

I'm having fun now. May I?

What are you saying?

We are saying maybe we shoot
you and take your money.

Most amusing.

Oh, don't worry, Logan.
We like you.

Welurveyou, Logan.

Come to bed, you sexy man, you.

Good night.

GIGGLING

It's been real.

(Goodbye, girls.

Yes, I'm dumping them.

I'm going to meet the contact.
Then I'm heading home.

I'm going to meet the contact. Then
I'm heading home. 'Excellent.'

One other thing - I resign.

'What do you mean, resign?'

I resign from the SPK. I resign
from Working Circle Communication.

That's it, finito.
You're on your own.

Melodramatic nonsense, Mountstuart.
You complete your

mission. I'll see you when you get back.
Mogadishu!

Hey! >

Mogadishu?

Mogadishu.

Why the fuck are those crazy
girls with you? Are you crazy?!

Why the fuck are those
crazy girls with you?

Are you crazy?! It wasn't
my idea, believe me!

Sheisse!

You have something for me?

Wait in there. Ten minutes.

Good luck.

Tell John that we are ready.

Will do.

Guten Tag.

Ist alles in Ordnung?

Ja.

Ist gut. Ich spreche
keine Deutsch.

Wo ist...

..railway station?

The Bahnhof? The Bahnhof? Ja.

You take this road, you turn left,
go straight and it's 400 metres.

Ah! Danke schon.

Bitte.

Mogadishu, eh?

Sheer coincidence.

I'm not a fool.

This is all part of some stupid

crazy plot to try and free
the Baader Meinhof Gang.

Don't know what the fuck
you are talking about.

What were you buying John?

Nothing to do with you. You
gave him all the money?

Nothing to do with you. You
gave him all the money? Yes.

Fucking useless Swiss bastard.

It wasn't explosives, was it? You
weren't sending me to fucking

Switzerland to buy a case full of
explosives were you, by any chance?

Keep yourfucking voice down!

Keep yourfucking voice down!
Have you any idea what would

have happened to me if I'd been caught?
You arsehole!

Need to know, Logan! You
didn't need to know!

I'd have needed to know if I'd gone
to prison for many, many years!

I've been in prison, you
wanker, I know what it's like.

You were playing with my
freedom, with my life.

If like is all about luck,
then is mine running out?

I no longer recognise the
world I'm living in.

What's happening to its people?
I don't like them any more.

The spirit of the
place isn't working.

Is there no place for a man who
doesn't want to grow old gracefully?

Cinq Cypres. You promised
me that you won't sell it.

You never know when
you might need it.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, I presume
this is to enable us to

'sweep Britain clean
of socialism...'

This is absolutely the best way. A sale
between two friends. No commission.

It's time for me to
go, but it makes

me very happy to think of you
and your family living here.

To have the whole house, freehold,
for my family, it's wonderful.

But don't leave
before the election.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

Absolutely.

I'll set things in motion.

'We have very considerable grounds
for cautious optimism...'

The Conservatives just
the edge on that, 255...

'Good afternoon, Prime Minister.

'Mrs Thatcher...'

Et voila... Cinq Cypres.

Gosh.

Goodness me.

Cyprien, said to me, One day

Monsieur Mountstuart he comes.

So I keep the key, for years,

and now here you are.

Merci.

If you need anything, call me.

I live up the road.

Merci beaucoup.

Thank you, very much.

An elderly man of letters, met
one evening in Paris in 1928,

ends up helping another elderly
man of letters 50 years later.

Such is life.

'And I would just like
to remember some words

of Saint Francis of
Assisi which I think

'are particularly
apt at the moment.

'Where there is discord
may we bring harmony.

'Where there is error
may we bring truth.

'Where there is doubt
may we bring faith

'and where there is despair
may we bring hope...'

Bowser! Bowser! Come here, boy.

It's exactly six months since I moved
to Cinq Cypres. I'm at ease, content.

Ready to take life on again.

I finally have a title for my novel
- Octet.

So, no excuse not to write it,

but one musn't abandon
life's other compensations.

Ah, Monsieur
Mountstuart, bonjour.

Bonjour.

Alors, ce roman, ca avance?

Ca marche, ca marche.

Belle journee, n'est ce pas?

Si, ca va.

C'etait formidable Severine,
comme d'habitude.

Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Logan.
On se revoit le mois prochain?

Oh, oui! Bien sur.

C'est bien possible.

Ahh!

Logan? Logan, qu'est
ce que tu fais?

Oh, mon dieu, Logan, Logan!

Tu m'entends? Tu
m'entends, Logan!

Oh, mon cheri, regardes moi,

regardes moi, Logan!

Logan...

Logan. Logan.

Logan.

It's just a pump, you know.
It's a piece of machinery.

But it is not allowed to stop.

It has to keep on going, year
after year, decade after decade.

A "minor" heart attack, you say?

Felt pretty major to me.

Well, your heart is getting old.

Look at your face in the mirror.

It is not the face you had
where you were 15 or 35 or 50.

Look at the lines, the creases,
the loss of elasticity.

It is still your face, but it is
showing the signs of a long life.

Imagine what has happened to your
face has happened to your heart.

Never say you know the last
word about any human heart...

Excuse me?

Just a quote from
another elderly writer.

I give you a few pills
and you take it easy.

Your old pump should go on
functioning for many more years.

What if I'd died in that flat
with the lovely Severine?

Not a bad way to go, I suppose.

But is this the end
of my sexual life?

What do you think, Bowser? Eh?

Too dangerous?

Or is there life in
this old dog yet, hm?

Voyage, travaillait,
le grand luxe,

avec les vues.

Pour un jeune homme comme moi,

a l'epoque, c'etait...

Ces poemes etaient une

espece de reve ideal.

Le Maquis.

Resistants.

Was there a lot of resistance
around Saint Sabine?

Yeah, like everywhere, but it
was not a good ending here.

What happened, the
Germans, the reprisal?

Ah, it's a long story.

One day I tell you Logan.

So who bought the house?

It's a woman from Paris.
Madame Dupetit.

Very rich... divorcee.

Madame Dupetit.

A rich divorcee...

How old?

Too young for you and me, Logan.

Speak for yourself, Lucien.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Vous etes Monsieur Mountstuart?

What? Ah, oui, oui. C'est moi.

Je suis Gabrielle Dupetit,
votre nouvelle voisin.

Je suis Gabrielle Dupetit,
votre nouvelle voisin. Ah.

Je peux vous raccompagner
chez vous, si vous voulez?

Oh, merci. Bien sur, madame.

In fact, I was born
in La Sapiniere.

In fact, I was born
in La Sapiniere. Ah.

My father was obliged to sell the house
in 1948, for reasons of ill health.

He went to live abroad
for some years.

He needed the sun.

And the family moved to Paris.

How amazing.

And so when I was informed
that it was in the market,

I bought it immediately...

and you are my
nearest neighbour.

Logan Mountstuart, l'ecrivain.

They all talk about you.

Yes, well, I'm working on my new
novel, but it's going very slowly.

Oh, you must come over to
La Sapiniere for supper

and tell me all about it, hmm?

And tell me all about it, hmm?
I'd love to.

Merci.

So Monsieur Dupetit is
a thing of the past?

We divorced five years ago.

You must call me Gabrielle,
Logan, now we have met properly.

Thank you, Gabrielle.

I can't help noticing how you
stare at me so intently.

Forgive me.

It's just that you remind
me very much of someone.

Oh, who is she?

She died a long time ago.

I'm sorry, you were saying...?

Come, I have something
to show you.

To the memory of Benoit Verdel,

called Raoul, commander of
the resistance group Renard,

who liberated Sainte Sabine...
Qu'est ce que c'est "joug"?

Yoke.

Ah! ..who liberated Sainte
Sabine from the German yoke.

That's my father.

Oui?

I think she's extremely nice.

Charmante.

There's something about her
that is very intriguing.

Have you seen what
she put on her wall?

Echec.

The little plaque to her father?

Yes, it's very
touching, I thought.

She has an extraordinary
bond with this place,

very strong childhood memories.

It is always better to ask permission
before you put something like that up.

Echec.

It's her wall, isn't it?

Echec et mat!

Bugger.

Peter...

Oh, God...

Logan, what is it?

What's happened?

You knew him?

He was my oldest friend.

Impossible man.

He died in the Falkland Islands,
researching a new book.

Pure Peter.

Never resist a
passing bandwagon.

Oh, Logan, I'm so sorry.

Logan!

Hurry up, Logan.

The pub's closing. Come on. Come on!
The last one buys the first round.

Mine's a large malt
whisky, Logan.

It was only after
my father had died

that I knew of his
past in La Resistance.

He never talked about it.

Why wouldn't he talk about it?

You have to understand
that in '44...

Well, in order to fight the Germans, you
often had to fight some Frenchmen too.

Of course.

So I understand why
he kept silent.

Therefore, I put up my
little discreet monument

as a private homage
to his memory.

Ca va?

Here's to Benoit Verdel.

I feel very well.
Full of energy.

My advice is to be prudent.

Be prudent in everything.

What about sex?

Well, you know what
happened last time.

I don't think sex had
anything to do with it.

I was dressed,
spent, standing up.

What I mean is, can I? Or would
I be endangering myself?

What I mean is, can I? Or would I be
endangering myself? You are the best judge.

Listen to your heart, your body.

If something makes you happy, it cannot
be too bad for you, I always say.

'Write a great work, one that will make
people think and may change the world.'

'Write a novel. One that will
gain you more than eight readers.

'You're a writer, Logan. That's
what makes you so different.

'You should write
a teccie, Logan.

'Use your imagination. Isn't that
what novelists are meant to do?'

PHONE RINGS

Mountstuart.

Oh. Gabrielle, hello.

Yes, of course.

Of course I will, straight away.
Yes.

Bye.

What do they mean, a lie?

Les salauds.

We'll have to replace it.

We can't let them win. Simple.

Merci. Thank you, Logan.

Thank you.

'Suddenly I feel a
sense of purpose.

'I feel alive. We've put a new plaque
up, made of lead. Last for centuries.'

Wow. >

We will never surrender.

Oh...

'Here's a thought.

'Our death, the end of
our individual journey,

'represents our final bit
of bad luck in life.

'But maybe, as that
moment draws near,

'the good luck increases,
by way of compensation.

'Look at all my new good luck.

'Gabrielle arrives, and every
time I see her, I feel lucky.

There's nothing for it.

We need to take drastic action.

CAR APPROACHES

MOTORBIKE APPROACHES

But it's not good for
your health, Logan.

I think I'm going to go to
the gendarme in Villeneuve.

No, the gendarmes aren't going to waste
their time staking out your wall.

Look, I'm going to catch this
bastard, whoever he is. Freya...

I'm not Freya.

You're a good man,
Logan Mountstuart.

CAR APPROACHES

Ne bougez pas!

Ne bougez pas!

Espece de cons!

My God!

Lucien! Docteur!

Look what you made me do.
Sitting out in those bloody

woods night after night.

James Bond.

It was an evil
symbol, that plaque

so we felt we had to
reply in a symbolic way.

Madame Dupetit's father killed
my grandfather in cold blood.

He killed the father of Lucien.

He was a hero... He
liberated the town.

No, no. That is Madame
Dupetit's private fantasy.

I can show you all
the documentation.

Verdel was a gangster from Marseilles.
During the confusion of

the Liberation of '44 he moved into
Sainte Sabine and he took it over,

made it his personal territory
that he ran for two years.

Extortion, prostitution, black market.
Everything.

My father did not
murder three men!

They say he shot them in the
town square as collaborators.

What was his motive?
He was a resistant.

No. He wasn't. He
was a gangster.

In 1947, he was
arrested and tried.

He went to prison
for eight years.

You weren't to know, Gabrielle.

It's lies, all lies.

I know it's a terrible shock.

But, you can't know everything.
It's impossible.

About your past, your family...

Even yourself.

An old friend said
this to me once.

It's what you're going
to do that's exciting.

The road ahead that's
important, not the view back.

You really are an old
fool, aren't you, Logan?

You don't understand anything.

Vieil idiot!

No. You're the one that
doesn't understand.

Maybe you will, one day...

when you're as old as me.

Hey, boy.

Bowser. Bowser, come
here, boy, come on.

Come on, misery...

Hey, hey!

Morning, Bowser.

Oh, you lazy old bugger, get up,
what's the matter with you?

'Sometimes I wonder if it was another
piece of bad luck to be born

'at the beginning
of this century,

'and not at its end.

'Especially when I
look at these kids.

'Looking at the lives
they're living,

'the lives they'll lead, all the
different people they're going to be.'

Monsieur, vous avez l'heure?

Quoi? Comment?

Quelle heure il est,
s'il vous plait?

Ah, six heure et quart.

Ah, merci bien.

Pas de probleme.

'The time.

'She makes me think of my
own life, that beauty.

'Who will she be in 10
years, or 20, or 30?

'It's a long journey, and
nothing stays the same.

'The dice are being rolled
for each one of you.

'I wish you luck.

'And I hope there's more
good luck than bad.'

'Logan.

'Logan, Logan, darling.

'I loved you so much.

'We were very, very lucky.'