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The Town is Quiet

Eat, eat, Ameline, my sweet

Get your vitamins and wheat

Drink your milk from the teat

To be pretty and neat

Eat, eat, Ameline, my sweet

To be a beauty...

I know where you've been. When did you go?

What about your daughter's feed?

200? 300 francs?

I don't make that much a night.

Where d'you get the money? Where?

Go on, get to bed.

We won't give in again.

We say that every time.

No scabs this time!

Dockers united!

Dockers united!

It's not over yet.

We're taking a break. Bosses need to piss too.

We'll make them give in!

All they've offered so far is 100,000 as redundancy pay.

Dockers united!

Well?

Beautiful.

It's a bit posh...

Not with 100 grand redundancy pay plus your loan.

It cost a lot then.

He bought it on credit.

Short term. 3,000 a month.

That's a lot.

What do you know?

How about the taxi permit?

Did old Rene get you one? I told you so.

They're not easy to come by.

Rene can get you anything you want.

Did you work something out with him?

I got a bank loan at 8.9%. That's 3,500 a month.

On top of the rest?

- What do you think of it? - It's a beauty.

Double airbag, air-con, ABS brakes...

- Are those good brakes? - Shut up, you know nothing.

Power steering too?

You need it on a tank like this.

- Want to drive it? - No...

Why not?

We can't have lunch at two!

- Take the wheel. - Really?

The old days...

Like before you left.

Dad driving, you up front, me in the back.

Like going away with the caravan.

Thirty years ago,

fifteen or ten even,

if you'd done that,

dumping the strikers, I mean,

I'd have spat in your face.

But today,

listen to what I say, Paul.

You were right. What are they fighting for now?

Their own little perks. And what the fuck do they do

- Jean! - I said fuck and I mean fuck!

They all go and vote for the Far Right now!

Your dad's right.

You can adjust the wing mirrors from the inside.

This?

That locks the doors.

Watch this...

Jean!

- Need a hand? - No!

You see what he's like now?

Have a rest. Enjoy it.

A rest? I'm bored stupid.

I can't do anything. Sweep, wash the floor, shop...

Heaven does your laundry!

Tried doing crosswords?

You bet I have.

Crosswords, word-searches, coded words, scrambled words...

Every week, I get the TV listings magazines.

The programmes are the same but the film reviews change.

I compare them.

It passes the time.

I must be dreaming.

Can I?

A beauty, isn't it?

A real beauty.

I've worked in these. The seats are so soft.

I'm not screwing in there.

We needn't get all sloppy.

- It's my work tool. - Who are you kidding?

It's my work tool too.

You've got a nerve, Ursula!

It was her last Sunday.

No, it wasn't me.

Tell her, Paul.

It was Emilie last Sunday. Isn't she here?

She's over there.

I'm delighted you're here. Have a good evening.

My dear fellow... Good evening.

It's good to see you. Enjoy yourselves.

Are you well?

Good evening, Colonel.

Dear friends, good evening.

- How are you? - Very well. Meet a friend...

How's Andre?

Andre's blooming. He's always out at sea.

The lucky devil. I wish I were in his shoes.

Me too...

- Have a good time. - Thank you.

You must have been asked before...

Where does the path to those lovely breasts lie?

I hope I'm not shocking you, Ms...

Ameline.

I forget... The girl they screw...

The girl they screw in line.

And I don't wear a bra.

So I suppose I could lay my hands on...

Perhaps your wife's presence bothers you...

Not at all!

Are you jealous?

Far from it. I'd love to see you screw someone else occasionally.

With whomever you like but do it

Precisely.

Here we are, using catch phrases. Heavy rain,

a high wind, the world turns,

crooked politicians,

the cards are down... It's all planned out.

Life is just one long repetition of the same old things.

You're over the hill at forty.

All we can hope for...

is to get used to it.

The story's over, my dear.

There are no more stories to write or tell.

I'm leaving you, Yves.

We're here, see.

- You asked for it. - Yes and no...

Now we're here,

the driver will say, "72 francs. " Is that right?

- Want a receipt? - No.

Stop that!

Shut it! C'mon, suck.

- Gimme my dough. - Fuck you.

I'll waste you. My dough!

- Give it to him. - He was almost there!

- Give it back. - Fuck!

- Bitch! - Out with you!

Bitch!

- Are you the father? - What?

The father. Is it you?

Don't play the innocent.

It runs in the family.

Who is it then?

A local or a stranger.

I wouldn't grass even if I knew.

No one would fuck her uncovered. Not with her reputation.

- As a slut? - You said it.

Can't you love a slut?

No way!

I don't like sluts.

Go on, piss off!

Don't just sit there.

You cow! You just lost me 150 francs!

What did her dad pay to fuck?

Bothering you, is it? The double, 300.

Who is he?

Get off my back. It's 300 for any guy.

Francois, come on. Let's do Goldman's song.

Elise is playing the piano.

- Here's my hand. - And here's mine.

This is your seat.

Vanessa's on percussion. You're right here.

Let's go. You can hold my hand.

Mark the bark

until it bleeds

Nail shut the doors

Imprison yourself

Live out dreams

By staying awake

Pray to the shadows

And walk so far

Even though I know

That it'll take time

Even though I write it down

In black and white

Where ever I go

Nothing erases

The thought of you

Sit down now, we have to start again.

Very nice. Sit down. Start again.

It's not fair

It can't be right

It's like an insult

Whatever I do

I think of you

Why do I bleed?

I don't know why

Why do I bleed?

While you never cry

What are you after?

Abderahmane.

I can't hear. What did you say?

Remember me?

Francois!

Hold on!

Francois, come here.

Look, I'm working...

Abderahmane...

prison, '98. I was in the choir.

Give me 15 minutes. I'll see you outside.

Okay.

Abderahmane...

You will wait?

Come here, Francois.

Hello.

You remember me now?

Of course I remember.

I got out three months ago. I work at Grand Littoral.

- That's good. - Yeah.

But...

I miss you.

I mean, I miss music.

- Did you sing before? - Yeah.

I liked what we did there. I learned a lot.

Seen your friends?

Yeah...

Old friends.

But they're fucking stuck in their rut.

Always the same tune, with the same beat.

It's like I haven't been away.

Fuck, I was gone nine months.

One guy slit his wrists. Another pissed his pants every day.

I saw guys like bloody vegetables in front of the TV.

So...

If I hadn't met you...

How did you find me?

I asked round for Viviane Froment.

You knew my name?

Only natural.

I never knew yours.

There were twenty of us.

Besides, Abderahmane...

Why are you looking at him? You know him?

You think he's the father?

- If it was him, you could tell. - It's not that.

He isn't good-looking?

What?

I don't know.

I'm not telling you to sleep with him.

God job too!

Is he good-looking? Yes or no?

Well, he's not bad...

He's not my type.

- You don't like blacks. - He's just not my type, okay!

What's your type? Pure French? 40% proof like dad?

- Ever slept with an Arab? - No!

- Or a Chink? - What is this?

Only ever white guys then?

So? If I was African, I'd sleep with Africans.

And you wouldn't be hassling me.

Besides, in any case...

In any case, I've only slept with those I loved.

Anyone else apart from dad?

Yes. Before him.

And since?

Have you cheated on him? With guys at work?

At six in the morning,

after a night spent boxing up all those fish,

you don't want to sleep with anyone.

Don't make me cry.

I've never cheated on dad.

You should've dumped the jerk!

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry.

How's your meat?

Nice here, isn't it?

It's convenient. You can do your shopping, see a film...

You can see a film before shopping.

Isn't that nice? People don't go out now.

Want to go to the pictures?

I haven't been in ages.

Not with your dad.

He only liked action films

and I like ones with a bit of romance.

Then you came along.

He wouldn't let his own mum have you.

We stopped going out.

He loved you so much

Sweetheart...

What's up?

You two look cute like that.

Don't you feel like leaving us?

Am I bothering you?

Cut it out. Take a walk, okay!

We're okay here. Look at the sky.

No! Cut it out now and go.

If I'm in the way...

- Hey, don't take it badly. - It's okay, I'm going.

Have fun at least.

- What's up? - Hi, Abder.

- Seen my sister? - What's up?

Keep out of this, okay.

What's wrong? The fact he's French?

Keep out of it, she's my sister.

You fucking racist shit!

What did you call me?

- You'd beat up your own sister? - It's not done.

You heard what you said? "It's not done. "

My judge said that too.

You'd treat your sister the way the cops treat you?

Take that back right now!

Like fuck. You make me sick.

Problems?

It's the petrol. There's no gauge but it must be.

I have what you need.

A while ago, with two pals and a pipe,

we'd travel the world.

We were better organized then.

It never helped much.

We'd siphon off 100 gallons in three weeks.

We'd travel all over Europe.

There, a full tank.

Thank you very much.

Give it time to get there.

- Want me to start it up? - It's okay.

You're drunk! Can't you hear?

- Has she had her feed? - Shut her up.

Shut your fucking daughter up!

What's wrong?

Do I give a shit? All night like that.

I told you to shut her up!

Do something!

You've already hit the pastis! This early?

All fucking night... I almost strangled her.

So why didn't you?

You're as thick as she is.

- Was she here all night? - She never stopped!

You know what to do.

Call the doctor.

No doctors! Is she sick? Since when? What's she got?

She's no sicker than I am.

There Are no junkies here.

Asshole.

You don't scare me.

Call a doctor, I'll kill you.

Death would be nice.

Stupid cow...

Don't blame the dole.

You were working when she started.

Know how she pays for her doses? You don't care.

It's like the baby.

How many times have you held her? Is that the dole's fault too?

You were hungry.

Little Ameline, time to eat

To be swift and fleet

And a face so sweet...

It hurts, hmm?

It hurts.

We'll call the doctor and get something.

Don't worry...

There are no stories anymore, great or small.

If there's no story,

how can there be an end?

It's not logical!

Come on, all of you.

All right.

One week...

of Subutex.

It's not enough.

I'll have to see her after.

Is she on a methadone programme?

She tried it, then stopped without telling anyone.

I see...

You need someone between you and her.

That's not possible.

My husband...

I see...

We'll start off with Subutex.

How about to help you sleep?

Do you want tranquilizers? Temesta...

Valium or something?

- No thanks, I'm all right. - Really?

No, I'm fine.

You have to slip it under your tongue.

Yes, I know.

I have to get to work. Dad isn't back but who cares...

The baby had a good feed. She'll sleep till I get back.

Okay?

I don't believe it!

She shot up with this?!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Move!

Look at me! Wake up, Fiona!

Look at me!

Open your eyes!

Breathe!

Anyone here?

Anyone here?

Anyone here?

Coffee?

Please.

How about that coffee?

No, give me a brandy.

I'm a gran, you know.

You knew I had a daughter?

Yes. I was glad for you.

The baby's three months old, no father.

You're still married?

He's been on the dole three years.

I'm scared, Gerard.

Only natural.

Needles, drugs, Aids...

I can't stay like this.

I work nights at the fish market, look after the baby and my girl.

Won't eat, she's skinny.

I can't leave her like that. She's too weak to go out.

She's in pain. You must help me.

Seen a doctor?

The tablets don't help.

She needs the drugs, Gerard.

She'll go mad otherwise.

I'm scared she'll do something stupid.

You must know a way of getting drugs.

I can't leave her like that.

I can't bear to see her suffer.

I have money.

Is that enough?

You can count on me.

- How much? - What?

- The smack. - What'd you mean?

- How much? - 800.

Tell your brother Gerard called.

I'll need seven doses, once a week.

I won't pay 800. I'll give him 500.

How can I put this?

We're the city's plastic surgeons in a way.

We remove any growths.

Old wrinkles are smoothed out to look young and alive.

With us, the city will change nature and even gender.

It's been a workers' city for centuries

All right...

Making this a city for tourism, High-tech industry,

advanced research, etc...

that won't bring in work for people

They haven't been trained for new activities.

You can't stop globalization.

The people can't understand that

The Right fuels that misunderstanding.

I was at the site.

Just a few years ago,

I was full of life. For a second today,

I still believed.

Maybe because of the people who see the Far Right as the answer.

I prefer poor people who vote Far Right

to petty fools like you who claim to help them.

You no longer love me?

That's true.

In all your ideas, old and new,

you disguise your craving for power as a passion for good causes.

The people are your fantasy.

Before, revolutionaries had every quality.

Nowadays, reactionaries have every vice.

The fantasy has adapted to the same order.

The order where you keep the power you've always had.

I still love you.

Still...

Again...

Fuck it!

How do you do it?

Hold the spoon over the candle and mix it with the syringe.

With the end of the needle.

Okay. Knock the needle against the spoon

so as not to waste any.

Okay. Put the ball in the candle.

- In the spoon. - Yes, in the spoon.

- Now siphon it up. - From he ball?

Yes, siphon it up.

Now knock the syringe to clear the air bubble.

Okay, now push it up...

Now you put the tourniquet on me.

In the face of globalization,

interbreeding, the deterioration of our culture, we wish to defend

our regional identity, our national identity

and European civilization.

Our Europe does not run to Turkey

or to Morocco.

So, what do we mean by national preference?

I'll give you an example

I'll pick a lady, since there are a lot of you today.

One of the ladies here... How about you there?

You, back there. Yes, you.

Thank you. May I ask you a question?

Are you married?

And you love your husband.

- Of course. - That's good.

And you like other men too?

Yes, of course.

But you prefer your husband.

Well, we're the same.

It's not that we don't like foreigners.

We like foreigners but we prefer the French.

It's that simple.

My name is Sarkis Alexandrian.

I first learnt the piano in Georgia.

I'm performing here to earn the money to buy a piano.

Thank you for your help. Have a good day.

What's up? Why are you here?

You won't be disappointed.

Coming right up.

Wanna sleep with me?

- Wanna sleep with me? 300... - Piss off.

- 300 francs. - Get lost.

- Come and sleep with me. - Piss off, I said.

- You can sleep with me! - Fucking slut! Piss off!

I don't believe it.

Come on, get up.

I'll take you home.

Come on.

I won't hurt you. Don't you recognize me?

You don't recognize me?

I can't pay the fare.

I've finished. I'll drop you off.

I've finished for the day.

I leave the light on in case anyone's going my way.

It's not legal because my time's up but who cares

No... - Sit down.

Get in the back. I'm more used to that.

Here, 300 francs, that's what you need, right?

Come on.

Take the bloody money. It's not for sex.

I'm giving it to you.

I don't need it.

300 francs is a couple of fares.

And I had a good day today. So 300 francs...

I wasn't always my own boss.

I was on the docks.

You only live once though.

The colleagues called me a scab and all the rest...

but I took the redundancy pay.

In the end, one way or another...

they got redundancy pay too.

They refused on principle...

and to stand with the union and all.

You know...

the worker's struggle, solidarity and so on...

That was fine for our parents.

I now the words though, better than a lot of people.

Even verses that not many people know.

We peasants, artisans and others Enrolled amongst the sons of toil

Let's clam the earth for brothers Drive the indolent from the soil

On our flesh for too long has fed the raven

We've too long been the vultures' prey

But now farewell to spirit craven

The dawn brings in a brighter day

And in English!

I don't know it in Inuit.

It must exist, Inuits work too.

Feeling better?

Time to eat, little Ameline

In times of famine, have you seen?

Time to eat, little Ameline

Even the wolf looks pale and lean

I'm a survivor.

My mother told me. No one wanted me, especially my dad.

But she was too far gone so they kept me.

I was born.

But I don't owe my life to much. I'm not much.

- Your mother told you that? - She felt she had to.

It wasn't very clever of her.

You can't be against abortion.

Why not?

Women have fought for the right to choose.

One abortion for three births. Doesn't that sicken you?

I've turned my back on my parent's ideas.

We don't spring from Jupiter's thigh, Moses' balls,

Jesus' stigmata or even the Prophet's tears.

No God, no master...

We existed before God. We're thousands of years old.

Our roots are buried far back in the distant past.

If they told the French that...

The blood in their veins, the race they belong too...

The myth of the Aryan race.

We're the people of the forest, of life.

Life, not death. Not abortion.

Seek out the forest in us and rediscover its meaning.

- You're following me? - What do you think?

Why?

Why do you think?

You fancy me?

That's it.

It wasn't bad.

In any case,

it was better than when you cook it.

You don't use enough fat.

The fat's what gives it flavour.

What are you doing? Go on, get out!

I'll do the coffee and the dishes.

In the foul climes of power

The captains of industry

ever cease in their attempts to lower

The wages of the free

- He's in shape. - The hell he is.

He's a bundle of nerves.

It tires me to watch him.

I don't know...

I thought retirement would let us do things we never did.

Like what?

I don't know. He saps my energy.

If I was alone, I'd be in a retirement home.

I see them on their buses. A week in Corsica or Italy...

- What's stopping you two going? - Your father!

He won't leave the house.

He'll get over it.

At his age, it's right now or it'll be too late.

I'm worried about you, Paul.

Aren't you sick of being alone?

Well, actually... There may be some changes there.

Really? You've met someone?

- What's her name? - Michale.

When do we get to met her? What's she like?

Blonde, brunette?

Can I speak?

I met her...

in my cab.

She'd broken down, in her car.

I gave her a lift home.

We've been together three months.

How old is she?

It's okay.

Not older than you?

No, it's okay. She's 35, 38 or so...

- No spring chicken... - So what? Am I?

Is she free?

- A widow. - Very good.

Any children?

Yes but they've left home.

She had them young!

Yes, very young.

So the two of you are together.

Does she love you?

I want to see her. I already like her!

Jean! Did you hear?

I'm sorry I gave you that money.

Sorry I gave it to you for nothing.

I can't pay you back.

It's not that.

Come in.

Everything looks good from up here.

Furniture, trees, houses, cars,

plates, towels...

The world's in a bad way.

Marseilles is great from here.

Parents had a poster of a sunset.

The Caribbean.

But...

You don't need a poster.

Because...

from here, the world looks happy.

You're right.

You always think you're smart,

with an objective, neutral view. So you think.

But you forget where you're looking at that view from.

You seem sad.

I am sad.

Why are you so formal?

Because...

Out of respect.

We view the world from different places,

but we agree on things.

You're like calm music...

soft and gentle...

heard from afar...

and that you want to hear closer to

because it will never be louder.

Marseilles pride Insulted pride

Before we die, we'll blow it sky high

Society's a hooker I'm gonna make it beg

Marseilles pride Insulted pride

No more cops Pull out the stops

Blow them away Rambo yipee-ai-ay

No more hassle, We're gonna do battle

Keep away if you wanna see another day

Marseilles pride Insulted pride

Deadly, huh?

It sucks.

C'mon, we're rap's Bruce Willis.

- It sucks. - You wrote it!

How did you pay for the gear? Car radios? Old ladies' purses?

We don't hurt them.

You used to do the same thing.

Let's say I'm a genie. What's your wish?

I don't fucking know.

- To change society? - Yeah.

Into what? A toad? Come on, I'm waiting!

- Kill all cops. - Okay they're dead.

Teachers too.

- We want a real studio. - No sweat.

Big cars, success, chart-toppers!

- We'll blow Michael Jackson away. - Cool it.

What about society?

You've changed nothing.

You take care of yourselves.

Momo,

your mum's in her towerblock?

Your dad's on the dole?

Fuck, I didn't have time!

You could have got them a satellite dish.

Shit...

You're on the night rate at 2 p. m.

I'll have to book you.

Do me a favour. I got pulled up last week.

Get confused.

I'll lose my taxi permit.

Is the bar open?

Not yet.

Not a bad car...

Fancy one yourself?

If I want to fall any lower...

it won't be easy.

- Where are you heading? - The Mercure.

- I can take you for 50 francs. - Okay.

I have a cab. I'll carry your bags.

A long journey?

- You've come from Paris? - Yes.

Michale couldn't come.

Her daughter's got appendicitis.

You came on foot?

Ameline's a funny name.

I found it in a book.

I don't have much time to read now but I used to.

All kinds of rubbish.

Books to make people dream.

Impossible but simple things.

Men and women in love, with happy endings.

I chose her name... Ameline.

As for her mother...

In the book, Ameline married an Arab prince who raised horses.

He had a harem.

But he fell in love with Ameline

and threw the other women out.

That wasn't very nice for them.

But when you're happy you always hurt someone.

So Ameline went to live with the horses and her prince.

As for my Ameline...

I'd like her to have a good job in an office.

A warm, clean place...

with lots of cool air in summer.

2,100 francs.

Where were you?

Are you hurt?

Who hurt you? Your taxi-driver?

- Get off my back. - What were you up to with him?

You slept with him?

Fiona won't say but you're cheating on me!

What do you care?

I knew it. You'd let anyone shaft you!

I don't need this.

Hold on! What are you up to? Let me see.

- Let go of me! - Open your hand!

What's this? What is it?

- As if you didn't know! - I don't!

You make me sick.

I make you sick? You realise what you're doing?

I'm helping my daughter.

How can you do this?

You're poisoning her! If the neighbours find out...

How can you afford it?

How many cab-drivers screw you?

Answer me! How many?

- He's the only one. - So how can you afford it?

My money from work.

I'm not fucking stupid!

- This cost five grand! - Oh come on...

It cost five grand. I'm not stupid.

300 a fix makes 2,100.

- The best. - Cut the crap.

I read stuff. A fix costs up to a grand.

This lot cost five grand.

Leave me alone! Piss off!

Have you touched my dole money? Have you?

Take your three grand! Take it and go!

We'll be better off without you!

The other day at my counter,

there was this big African mama...

Fuck, 240 pounds of fat at least...

And they say they starve there.

Anyhow, I thought, "I'll make that mama wait. "

She only wanted 200 from her savings.

There were French people behind.

I managed to get ten in before her.

- How? - Cunning.

First, I asked for her papers

and while she was searching her bag with her fat fingers,

She waited till I finished,

holding her papers.

Then I made her fill out loads of forms.

- You were born here? - Yes.

In this bed?

That's brilliant.

That's what counts, heritage...

I thought so.

You can sense the trees in the furniture.

As well as...

the life of people who've lied here.

I can sense that too.

I sense the pain of the lumberjack who cut down the tree,

I sense the birds that nested in its leaves.

I sense your mother in pain, her legs spread...

bellowing...

I sense her sweat,

her fear, her blood...

How much do you want?

20,000 francs.

I can't do that.

I have authorization.

You need to call ahead for more than 10,000.

10,000 if you want.

All right, 10,000 then.

Forget it.

I'm sorry. Can we cancel it?

- You're sure? - Yes, I made a mistake.

It's you...

What's up? Today isn't Sunday.

You've got problems?

No, I came to bring this back.

Money problems?

No, not with the cash I'm raking in.

Actually, I wanted to pay back what you lent me.

The authorisation means it's for you.

Yes, I know...

How about a coffee?

You owe 30 grand at least.

This month's installment.

So you need at least 50 grand.

Money isn't a problem, Paul.

You couldn't manage before,

you won't manage now without your permit.

It's just a temporary loan.

You know why you can't manage?

You have a worker's mentality.

You simply can't help it.

If you don't pay me back...

I'll pay you back...

I helped for your dad.

Because of the Resistance when we were kids...

Times when there were no barriers between people.

Things like that mark a man.

You won't pay the money back.

Ever.

So I'd have to hurt you, Paul, hurt you badly.

Because of your dad, I can't.

I can't do that to him.

No, you were right.

Thanks. I mean it.

You were right, okay.

Was that Rene? What did he want?

What?

You've got worries?

Worries? What are you talking about?

It's Paul!

Do your bloody crossword.

Listen, Jean...

I know you've retired now. I know it's tough.

I'm doing my best.

But, right now, I've had enough.

I know Paul's in trouble. I realise that...

if Rene's calling you.

I don't know what kind of trouble.

But money's never far away from trouble.

In the green book, you'll find Paul's account number.

Abder! You coming?

Come to the beach.

- Where? - Figuiares.

They're fascists there. They've blocked access to the sea.

- Suits me. - Get in front.

The little shits.

I'll fucking show you!

Cut it out, okay!

Not running, nigger?

Fuck...

Get up.

Fucking get up, Carl Lewis. I'll make you run.

- What's wrong? - Let's get out of here.

- What's up with him? - Let's fucking go!

Before your eyes, your skin cold and grey

Before your body, this what I say

No more weapons, no more knives, no more gun-play

No more, no way

I'm lost on the road, lost every day

I feel no hate, I'm too sick to slay

I'll never cry enough tears to bring you back someday

This pain's gonna haunt me till doomsday

But my fight goes on in a different way

No weapons, no knives, no gun-play

My words are what have to weigh

I'm gonna win my fight someday

I'll take every blow in the game and the replay

You're like fire in my veins, okay

And I swear on this day

Your body will never rot away

No, never rot away

Oh, shit!

I overslept.

Mr. Gallet... I didn't wake up.

Yes, it's Michale.

I didn't wake up.

No, listen... It's never happened before.

It won't happen again.

Thank you, Mr. Gallet.

I can't go on.

Mum!

I can't go on.

Yes, sweetheart.

Mum!

Here I am.

Here I am. What is it?

You want to eat something?

You have to eat, you're too skinny.

Eat to pull through.

Mum...

I'm here...

I need a fix, mum.

It's too soon.

Mum, I need it. Please, mum!

- Later, before I go to work. - I need it!

Mum, I need it!

Calm down...

Mum! Please!

Mum! Please!

- I can't give you more... - I need it!

I only have enough for the week...

I can't, hone, I can't...

Later...

- I need it. Mum, don't go. - Later.

Mum, don't go!

- I can't... - Mum! Please! Come back!

I can't, sweetheart, I can't...

Mum, come back!

Mum, please!

Thanks...

Thanks, mum...

You're not eating. Have some chicken.

Mum...

What were they all doing there?

A left-winger like Froment, say. He was there too.

It's in the paper.

Why does he drink with that fascist bastard?

The national preference guy and all that shit.

And that Ameline Fronville, the right-wing senator's daughter...

She was there too.

I bet she hangs out with the Far Right too.

Imagine De Gaulle drinking with Hitler!

They all drink together these days!

They all agree, you see,

on one thing that us lot

are no more than a herd of animals.

It makes me sick.

It makes me sick.

I'll never vote again.

It's simple enough.

It's not a happy thought, believe me.

I'd never have believed...

that I'd feel like this one day.

Gerard...

It's me.

I won't be coming. I don't need it.

She's dead.

I did...

It's horrible, Gerard...

Tell them the truth.

It happened three days ago but you were too shattered to react.

We won't tell anyone, okay?

Think of the baby.

She needs you.

I killed her mother No way.

You didn't kill her.

She started killing herself long ago.

She'd have jumped off the roof ages ago without you.

Besides...

I've got some Orangina but it's a bit flat.

I'll get the police. I'll go.

No, I'll go to the phone.

Don't the neighbours have a phone? The neighbours?

Excuse me, I'm looking for building D.

Over there. Thank you.

What happened?

Drugs.

Michale and you...

Do you know her husband?

Me neither.

Things aren't going too well...

Did you know her daughter?

Me neither.

You're like me, you only know Michale.

Maybe you've known her...

for a long time.

I haven't.

I don't have any kids.

I don't know...

Little Ameline...

I think that's her name, Ameline.

In a way, it's better her mother died now.

Later, she would have suffered.

She's still too tiny to realise.

Of course, it's better to have your mother all your life.

Well, all your life...

So to speak...

Are your parents alive?

My father and mother are.

I'm lucky.

I'll leave you now.

You know her better than I do, you're closer.

Stay.

You think so?

I'll stay then.

I'll stay if you think I should.

I'm staying.

She was 14, we'd grown up together.

She got pregnant. We went to an old woman.

An "angel maker", they called her.

It was hell, blood everywhere.

Two days ago, I saw an anti-abortion demonstration.

That's why we never lived together, because of all that blood.

What's up with you?

C'mon, get out! Get out, motherfucker!

C'mon, what are you waiting for?

C'mon. What's up?

Shit, I'm really scared now. I'm shaking in my shoes...

I'm sorry.

You can come out now.

English subtitles Ian Burley

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