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Hello.

The France-England match? I don't like sports.

Watch it! You're going down the wrong path.

Cold Duck... It figures.

Don't mind me. I just need to straighten up.

I'll organize these books.

Sometimes our destiny is held in one of these.

Pardon?

What do you do for a living?

Am I too curious? We're direct in my country.

No, it's okay. I'm a writer.

- Like me, how "stranger". - "Stranger", indeed.

Let me clear the table.

It's reality, in a way.

Reality...

I make good money.

I'm a rich and famous writer. I just published my 2nd book.

My 3rd will be a great love story... with a beautiful girl.

I'll love her and she'll love me because I'm rich...

and I'm a famous writer.

We're going out, Andre.

- We'll have lunch when we get back. - I could make something.

See you soon.

Eggs... peas.

On the Menu: Omelets with peas.

- Sorry, I thought I was alone. - You look funny in that.

- Can I help you? - Okay.

Don't pull on it!

You lack balance.

- Do you smell something? - Oh, shit!

My food!

If you write as bad as you cook...

you're not serious, Mr. Writer.

It's excellent! I didn't know you could cook.

French cuisine is famous.

Yes, famous. He did everything perfectly.

"It's what Galtier-Boissi�re said, in addition to key events in my life...

"Gonorrhea in 1930. Meeting Celine in 1934."

I'll be going. See you tomorrow, maybe.

Andre...

Go now.

I'm going out to buy a book. Would you go with me?

Anywhere you like.

Let's go.

It's warm in here.

Cute, isn't it?

I got it when I was two years old.

I still remember.

I remember everything.

It's important to remember the past.

You must remember it.

You want to know me better?

Yes.

It's proof of the past.

Look for me!

Who is this big man?

That's my father.

- Is he still alive? - No, he's dead.

Are you happy?

Yes, but the alarm clock scares me.

That's silly. The night is long and we love each other.

Le Monde, please.

- How much is it? - 40 cents.

- How's it going, guys? - We have nothing to smoke.

- Take a drink of this. - No, thank you.

Here, Mr. Andre.

- Why are you here today? - It's Saturday. I'm relaxing.

- You look tired. Something wrong? - Haven't you seen the papers!

Oh, we live in strange times. You can't get upset over everything.

It's for my pay.

- Name? - Bressard

I.D.?

928 Francs.

100... 200.. 300... 400... 500...

600... 700... 800... 900...

20... 25...

- Not much, is it? - Enough to live on.

To live on... Right, on this!

Goodbye!

You forgot 3 francs.

Money!

I don't have any money. Just a few francs each month.

I want lots of money. Wads of cash!

Mr. Dutour, after being injured in yesterday's attack, has died.

That brings the number of victims to nine.

And now our show... Keep Smiling!

A pack of Briard's... Corn leaf.

Le Monde, please.

- How much is it? - 40 cents.

- You don't have change? - No.

One ticket.

A ticket, please!

A ticket?

Yes.

Bombs... terrorism... victims...

Death strikes everywhere!

Such waste!

But we'll get those bastards!

Politics is all about money...

And I have an idea.

I'm weak now but that will change.

They're small notes, but I have a lot of them.

I can make my budget... allocate my capital.

Rent...

Food...

Pocket money...

A pair of slacks.

A record player...

I'm over budget.

It's impossible.

THE REBEL

- Hi. - How are you?

- Pff... and you? - I'm okay.

Do you always read that kind of stuff?

- Yes, like everyone. - The majority isn't always right.

You should read L'Express, or Le Monde, or L'Obervateur.

- Did you hear about the attack? - What attack?

If you read something else, you'd know better.

A beer.

These are cool.

I feel like buying one.

If you saw their display windows... What fashion!

This coat would look great on me.

You don't see anything.

I saw that nine people died yesterday!

Silly girl!

I'm going to buy it.

You don't like anything... nothing I like anyhow.

- I have to go. - Let's go out tonight?

Impossible.

I'm like a table at La Tour d'Argent, booked in advance.

See you soon... Goodbye.

Were you in Vietnam?

Yes, with Jean-Pierre Muscardot.

You know Jean-Pierre Muscardot?

Yes, we served together.

It must have been hard.

Well, that's war.

We were there for a while.

Did you go to school in Algeria?

Yes, I went to high school there.

Did you graduate?

I almost did, but I didn't pass all my final exams.

But I took my exams again by correspondence.

- Did you pass? - Yes, I got my diploma.

You're beautiful, Miss.

What's your name?

You don't know?

I'm already in love with you.

Let me tell you that I love you.

She looked at me.

You looked at me, so I'll come up to you.

No, you can't just approach a girl you don't know on the Metro.

Besides, society prevents you from talking to me.

You're here. I'm here...

And we're strangers.

We'll stay strangers.

Goodbye, Miss.

Goodbye.

Too bad.

Hello.

Here you go.

See you.

Twelve clients. That's a long day.

Great! Long days stink.

Finish up. I have to fix the machine.

A beer, please.

Finally! What took so long?

- We've been busy. - You could have called.

- Who do I complain to? - The company.

Okay, then. Here's your beer.

- Give me a call later. - Okay.

Okay... let's see what's wrong.

- You've got a cool job. - It was at first.

That looks complicated.

It looks complicated, but it's rather simple.

This is a classic model.

- Will it take long? - No, it's just a circuit.

You have to hit it hard but stay cool.

Pinball is like politics.

You need reflexes and to be alert.

- It's hard to win on this one. - No, give it a try.

Move your hands.

Loosen your fingers and concentrate.

Look at the angle.

Another terrorist attack.

Le Monde.

It's bad, guys.

I was there. I heard the explosion.

That bastard who planted the bomb!

We should blow him up.

Something must be done. The end justifies the means.

At any means?

You can't blow up everybody who's not like you.

That's not right.

They profess their ideas by their acts.

They just like violence.

OUT OF ORDER

A beer, please.

Hi, how are you?

- I'm okay. You still making movies? - Yes, but it's hard now.

European cinema is screwed!

Producers are afraid to invest because it's not profitable.

So you go it alone, but there's no money.

And you?

I'm writing. I have some plans.

I want to do a report on Africa... Gabon, maybe.

What do you write?

Everything... poems. But people aren't interested.

That's not bad.

Nobody's interested in cinema or literature.

They only like pinball.

Pinball?

Yes, I'm getting sick of it, but you have to make a living.

- Hurry up. - I'm going.

Books and literature will get you nowhere.

It seems I'm not real.

Some guy invented me to make a film.

Now people are watching this fictional story.

I'll turn the tables.

I'm going to watch my story, and become part of the audience.

THE ATTACK

We must stop all this!

It's scandalous!

It's mass rebellion again.

An army of fools!

It's time to take a stance!

They've shown no mercy!

Let's knock them on their asses!

We're walking in the dark. We're impotent.

We advance by revolution.

We're being slaughtered by lack of initiative.

It's insane!

- Let him talk! - No, he...

- No, he just talks in general. - Mostly rubbish!

Okay, I'll speak.

We have to do something!

We're being ripped apart by their machinations.

Their appetite grows and feeds on the masses.

We need to make a big strike and unite the democratic forces.

We're young, restless, and impatient.

We must act now!

Right!

Let's vote on the 1st counter-attack:

Removing from the city walls...

all fascist slogans.

Yeah, let's form teams!

That's totally useless!

We can do a lot more.

The meeting's over... majority rules. Enact the plan now.

Come on, let's go.

It's too stuffy in here.

That was absurd.

We need to do something violent.

A revolution.

No, you're missing the point.

It's too soon.

The committee is too divided.

The masses won't follow us. You have to plan a revolution.

In the meantime, we fall asleep.

In 1789, they had objectives.

You have to hit the iron while it's hot.

You don't understand. It's a group effort.

First of all, 1789 was a failure. So was 1848.

- You're too individualistic. - Perhaps.

Let's talk about something else. I'm sick of all this.

And then, that bitch!

- It's a nightmare. - Who, Joselyn?

You know it! She's a total idiot.

I don't get it. She bothers you.

Let her go. There's other girls.

Sure!

But no... that wouldn't work.

Girls don't like me.

If I meet a girl, and I chase after her...

It doesn't work.

She escapes like a snake between two rocks.

So when I need a girl

I always fall back on Joselyn.

It gives me nightmares.

- Let's grab a drink. - I can't. She's waiting for me.

- There she is. - See you then.

Oh, Hey!

Hello!

THE RIGHT WILL WIN

DEATH TO COMMUNISTS

Oh, hello.

- Nice evening, isn't it? - Not bad.

Reading tabloids now? That's better.

You're a pain!

So...

Do you like my new coat?

I told you I don't care.

You don't care about anything.

Look at you!

I guess terrorist attacks aren't interesting.

You don't care if people live or die.

You have your little problems. Let the others die.

You have problems too. Why can't I have mine?

These aren't my problems. They are society's problems.

We must take responsibility.

You piss me off. You don't understand anything.

- I don't suppose you want to go out. - Andre, I'm an organized woman.

So if you want to go out, ask me in advance.

Tonight I can't.

Goodnight then.

Care for a cigarette?

Thank you.

Have you got a light?

Here.

Look at the hands of the clock. They're moving backwards.

Yes, time stands still and I'm waiting.

Me too.

But how can we wait if time stands still?

- I'm not waiting for anyone. - Neither am I.

Since we're not waiting for anyone...

we could be waiting for each other.

I'll come sit next to you. Make room for me.

I know somewhere intriguing, like you.

I saw a brunette, tall and beautiful,

with big eyes.

You're the girl from the Metro.

I wrote a short story.

And Jana? Are you waiting for Jana?

I'm Jana. Marie-Helene too.

And the birds and flowers.

I'm in a hurry... to catch a plane.

Time moves back.

I think I missed my flight.

Let's check the clock at my place. Maybe it's different.

- How about it? - Okay.

Make yourself at home.

It's nice here.

- Live alone? - No.

- So... - So what?

- Champagne? - Yes.

To our adventure!

To us!

Or to you...

and desire.

- Hear that? - No, were you expecting someone?

Listen... in the stairwell.

I hear footsteps.

Coming closer... It's him.

- Him. - Who? Tell me!

Him.

Now, you don't know what to say.

He's reached our floor.

Listen, he's here.

Who is it? Tell me!

My husband!

He's going to kill you.

If he sees me with another man, he kills him.

He kills them all. You're done for!

It's a mania of his.

He's going to kill you. You're going to die.

- Did you hear? - What?

About the attack.

- You're interested now? - I'm trying to be.

I think maybe you're right, but there's one thing I don't get.

All you do is talk, saying it's time to stand up.

But you just sit there and fix pinball machines.

Why not do what they do? Make a bomb... a big bomb.

Make some noise. No one else will.

What?

You could plant a bomb on Bastille Day.

It would be in the papers. People would wake up.

I'd like to be loved by someone like that.

But you just sit on your hands.

It's pathetic!

You want to write and do things but you fix pinball machines.

Yeah, that's what I do.

To make a big strike...

To hit back... and make myself heard.

Marie-Helene is a dimwit.

Fran�ois too.

He talks about politics but he just likes the girls.

At the train station... St. Lazare!

No one will be there.

The trains are on strike.

So there won't be any victims but it will be spectacular!

A big bomb...

But how?

There must be a way.

Yes, pinball.

I have to fix one across from the station.

The pinball will send a signal.

A radio signal will set off the bomb which will be in the station.

Thursday, June 2nd, Train Strike. The Left Strike Back!

The train strike is on Thursday.

A bomb...

No one will be there, so no victims.

But it will be spectacular. A big bomb...

But how?

There must be a way.

Yes, pinball.

Sir...

The next...

act of...

terrorism...

will not be committed...

by the Right...

but by the Left.

For it is time...

to strike back.

Sir...

In the name of...

liberty...

and of...

social legality...

and of...

human dignity,

the time has come...

to strike back...

against the acts...

of terrorism...

committed by...

fascist organizations.

Also...

Determined... We, of the Left...

- Well? - I can't get too involved.

- Were you in on the last job? - No.

It's dangerous and expensive.

- I have enough. - Okay, bring cash tomorrow!

And be anonymous.

- I'll finish tomorrow. I need a part. - Whatever is best, Mr. Gottlieb.

I'm here to fix the machine.

In Memory of Train Workers Who Died for France

You seem odd.

You're not drinking. What's wrong?

Nothing.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

- Is today Friday? - Yes, it is.

So yesterday was Thursday?

Yes, because today is Friday. And tomorrow is Saturday.

And nothing happened?

Anyway, I don't care.

I like your dress.

Wow, you noticed!

It's a designer dress.

But you never noticed it before?

I've had it a long time.

Do you really like it?

It's funny you mentioned it.

You're silly.

No, it's just nice to see a pretty girl.

Looks are important, poise and grace too.

I like that.

Are you sick?

No, I just like your dress.

I should dress better myself.

It's important.

It didn't go off but the machine is fine now.

I can't intervene without being seen.

Damn!

It has to go off. It must.

It will be horrible... Provided someone scores 500 points.

Oh, I don't care. It's beyond me now.

News Flash...

A new terrorist attack has taken place at St. Lazare Station.

Eight people are dead and 22 wounded.

The source of the attack is unknown.

I was here on duty.

It happened so suddenly.

That's not normal.

- When did it happen? - Yesterday.

- But who did it? - You're bothering the investigation.

- Those bastards! - Who?

The same as always!

Ten dead... for nothing!

Yes, for nothing or maybe something. We don't know.

We must do something. Something violent.

A revolution!

No, it's too soon.

The people are too divided.

The time it takes to prepare, we'll have fallen asleep.

You're a bunch of fools. I don't like politics!

Are you waiting for Jana? I'm Jana... Marie-Helene too.

...and the birds and flowers.

Do you have a light?

Did you hear about the attack yesterday at St. Lazare Station?

You probably don't care why someone would do that.

He's a writer... Jana's friend. He's written 12 books.

He wanted to strike back. That's why.

I had to do it. The others just put up posters.

And sit on their hands.

I planted a bomb.

The target was 500 points.

Then BOOM!

It's not my fault. It was the player's fault.

He was too good.

The pinball set off the bomb.

I have no regrets.

I'm rather pleased.

That's one less pinball machine in any case.

It's the electronic god.

That nerve-racking machine!

You don't care? Neither do I.

The orphans and those who died, blown away...

Me too, I find it amusing.

I'll write a poem about the attack. I've started a report.

The cops brushed me aside. If they had only known it was me.

But they're stubborn. They want hard proof.

Well, you're not talking.

I'm leaving.

That's him.

Did a man pass by here?

Yes, I don't know who he is, but he just went upstairs.

Yes, it was me. But you won't take me alive!

I'll blow us all up!

Hi, Dear.

Finally!

I was getting worried.

News Flash...

A man just took his life with a grenade.

He had claimed responsibility for the attack at St. Lazare.

But upon further investigation, he was ruled out.

The search for the terrorist organization continues.

Subtitles by Gianni777