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The wild reeds

She's a great actress.

Her character is halfway
between madness and reality.

Having to decide exhausts her.

The helicopter comes
like a spider in the sky.

We know it's the doctor.
It's scary but a relief.

You have to see this movie.
It's incredible.

If we take the train at 3:00,
we'll make it home tonight.

We have time, Maïté.
And weddings are a pain.

Come on, François.
I have to go.

I can't let my mother down.
He was her student.

Hello François.
You're the only one without a tie.

Lay off him.
He didn't want to come.

That's not true. I don't know anyone.
I wasn't invited.

Don't make a mess.
You're Maïté's guest.

And her pretty little pucker
Makes her one helluva sucker?

Suzanne!

Her fingers scratch my buns
As I mount to have some fun

Suzanne!

How long are you on a leave?

Three long nights.

Wait! Don't move, I'm coming!

What's your name?

Serge, you know any songs?

No, l don't.

It's good wine.

Did you have fun
with the pigs?

Same stupid kids.

Do you want to dance?

No, I don't waltz.

It doesn't matter.

You know him?

He's in my class.
He's really dumb.

He's the groom's brother.

He doesn't like me.

He's wondering why
you're here.

So am I.

I'm glad to meet your family.

Thanks for the invitation.

It's normal.

I meant to ask you,

is it true that Communists
can help soldiers to desert?

Sometimes.

But Algeria is going
to be independent.

I don't care.
I just don't want to go back.

That's why I got married.

It was the only way
to go on leave.

You know what I did?

I wrote to three girls.

Fortunately, one said yes.

Do you know a hide-out?

No, Pierre, I don't.

You'd be asking for trouble,
believe me.

- Why won't you help me?
- I can't help you.

- You did it for others.
- That was different.

- Forget it, Pierre.
- I thought I could count on you.

We've already fooled around together.

What are you talking about?

You must be drunk.

Once when I was
at the blackboard,

I dropped the chalk
to look under your dress.

You noticed
but you kept quiet.

Stop it.

Don't worry. I won't rape you.
But I'm not a kid anymore.

I said, "Stop."

Serge, thank your parents.

I don't want to bother them.

I have papers to grade.
I have to go.

Could you help my brother?

He needed to see you.

I saw him all right.

I'm sorry. I'm plastered.

- Forget about it, Pierre.
- You know,

I can't go back.
I have to find a way.

You really can't help?

I can't do a thing.

Do you mind if we go now?

So could she help?

I asked each of you to discuss
one of your favorite poems.

I insisted on the "you"

to see your individual tastes,

not to see you repeat
exactly what I'd taught you

in an impersonal,
academic way.

As a result,

the grades are all mediocre.

There are
two exceptions, though.

The first is Forestier.

To stand out,
Forestier chose Rimbaud--

a difficult poem, to flaunt
his mastery of arcane poetic realms.

It's affected
and as cultivated as usual.

You're too smug, Forestier.
I gave you a 14.

- 14?
- Am I being unfair?

- A little.
- You hold yourself in high esteem.

Elitists like you call it
narcissism.

Let's get on to the new boy--
Mariani, Henri.

Strangely,
he too chose Rimbaud.

You are far from Forestier's
abstruseness.

Your paper is lucid--

very lucid.

But what you say
is totally wrong.

You compare the bourgeoisie
Rimbaud hated

to French citizens of today,

who are "indifferent
to the French in Algeria,

fighting to defend their land,
blood and dignity."

The French may be bourgeois,

French-Algerians may feel divided,

but do the Algerians exist for you?

We gave them everything.

They'd starve without us.

Slaves are always fed.
That's called exploitation.

We discuss literature here,
not politics.

That's why I gave you
no grade.

I deserve one like everyone else.

Teachers should get
more involved.

Will this get me a diploma?

It depends who reads it.

If it were you?

I'd be merciless.
I'd give you zero.

That's all I wanted to know.

Thank you.

Let's smoke a cigarette.
I know a place.

- What time is it?
- Midnight. Everyone's asleep.

I don't smoke. What place?

Come on, you'll see.
Are you chicken?

You're no fun.

You never talk.
You're always alone.

We never know
what you're thinking.

Where were you before?

Catholic school in Lyon.

Now I get it.
What do your parents do?

They're farmers.
Why all these questions?

For no reason,
just to talk.

And you can cut the crap.
You're no farm boy.

- I swear I am.
- How many acres?

I have no idea.
I never asked. I don't care.

You don't care?
You're sick.

I am. So go to bed
and stop pissing me off.

Calm the fuck down.

You don't want a cigarette?

Sometimes at night
I go smoke on the roof.

It's easy. You go by the showers.
You want to try?

No, thanks.
I'm not into acrobatics.

I may fall flat on my face.

And catch a cold too.

You're really fragile.

Alvarez's daughter
must like that.

Anyway, she sure is pretty.
You're lucky.

You sleep with her?

- That's none of your business.
- A typical virgin answer.

- Are you one?
- I don't know any girls.

Introduce me to some.

What are you talking about?
There are girls all over.

I bet they scare you.

Are you dumb or what?

You saw where I live.
And I never go to the city.

If we were friends,
we'd get them all.

I doubt we can be friends.
Our taste is too different.

That's what's so great.

For an egghead,
you're pretty dumb.

We'd complement each other.

Like in math, I'm better.
Aren't I?

French is the opposite.
It balances out.

We can teach each other,
can't we?

Same thing with girls.

- The same thing?
- Yeah.

They like
either your type or mine.

We're opposites,
so they just choose.

Great idea, isn't it?

You want a drag?

Alvarez's daughter would like you
if you were older.

Did she mention me?

She mentioned your brother.

She says he's handsome.
Since you look alike,

in five years
you'll have no problem.

But she hates boys.

So she hates you?

No, she says I'm old.

Can I go to the john?

Can I go to the lavatory?

Why are you busting my balls?

Beat it!

You know I'm waiting for someone.
What are you up to?

I'm listening to my radio.
Leave me alone.

You leave me alone!

- Why did you follow me?
- For the fun of it.

This town bores me.

You can't understand.
It's all you've ever seen.

He's getting on my nerves.

He's nosy and conceited.

Being 21 doesn't
make him special.

- Here's tomorrow's math.
- But...

But what?
There are no mistakes, relax.

You know, I'm not sure
I can accept this.

I try never to cheat.

"Cheat"-- always your
big words,

straight from Catholic school.

I always try to get by
as best I can.

When you're poor, if you're not
on the ball, you get screwed.

When I dropped
my brother off at the station,

he said,
"Greatness disgusts me."

Anyway...

it's a shame.

Why did I want to help you?

I'm dumb that way.

Wait.

I'll write you an essay
in exchange,

but I'll need a few days.

If I don't change my style,

Mrs. Alvarez...

What an idiot.
Where is he from?

Italy. His parents are
sharecroppers.

I don't care if you fuck
in the toilets. Really.

Are you crazy? Cut it out!

Relax, I'll keep quiet.

I see everything.
I never sleep.

The other night,
didn't he get into your bed?

I understand.
At your age, I was the same way.

Why deprive yourself
of life's pleasures?

Don't just stand there.

Wake him up.

We are crouching on the balcony
of the Hotel Albert Premier.

For the moment,
we can't see a thing.

Rioters fired at French police
who shot back.

No police were wounded.

Ambulances are taking victims
to the Mustapha Hospital

and removing the dead.

The official count is
28 dead and 130 wounded.

Today, I have a great
surprise for you--

the essay
by your classmate Bartolo--

no more spelling mistakes,

a new, brilliant style,
sometimes a bit gaudy,

ideas that aim high.
It's a miracle.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- Don't thank me.

I gave you a 16.
You deserve it, be proud.

Still, I have
one small question...

it's about the Faulkner quote.

Remember it?
It's beautiful.

Can you tell me what book
you found it in?

Well,

Forestier lent it to me.

Yeah, I... it was
in "Absalom, Absalom."

That's what I thought.

Let's leave the world of miracles
for the sad reality of real life,

meaning the other papers.

They are less glorious,
but at least they're honest.

- Are you asleep?
- No.

I'm really happy. It worked.

She didn't make a big deal of it.

Move over.

My parents will be happy.

That's why I did it.
Their French is bad.

They want me to be able
to write letters--

for welfare, for taxes

and to the landowner
who's upset with our output.

With my brother away,
it's not easy.

- You have a cigarette?
- I'll get one.

Forget it.

Why are you always
half-naked?

I hate pajamas, they itch.

I never button them.
How many layers are you wearing?

Two. I hate to show my skin.
I'd like to be invisible.

- Your skin? You have acne?
- Stop it!

Take it off.

I bet you sleep
in your underwear.

Stop!

We'll wake the others.

Do you jerk off a lot?

Yeah, I guess. And you?

Every night, at least once.

It's weird. Now when I do it,

I think of Alvarez's daughter.

Are you angry?

Not at all.

But how do you think of her?

Well, we do stuff together.

What kind of stuff? Tell me.

I ask her to suck me
and she does.

I already have a boner.

I swear to God.

Let's jerk off.

If you want to.

But not like this.

Let's ask for the poster.

Forget it,
I have no room for it.

What's wrong?

You've wanted to come
for months and now you sulk.

I'm just disappointed,
I don't like the end.

Really?
The reconciliation with the father?

- It's very moving.
- No, it's bullshit.

It ruins everything. I hate fathers
with big houses open to everyone.

Priests say you find that stuff
after you die, if you're religious.

I don't want to be with fathers.
What a scary prospect!

You're not religious.
You're risking nothing.

Why is it called
"Through a Glass Darkly"?

Who cares, Maïté? I don't.

I don't recognize you anymore.

I've changed. I smoke now.

Shit! It's Colette.
I forgot about her party.

- Come on, you're late.
- I'll be going.

Who does he think he is?
Come on! Maïté's my friend.

You can't leave her.

Come meet Patrick.
I met him last night.

- What about--
- Michel? He's history.

You want to dance?

No, thank you.

Don't worry, we'll leave soon.

We have to talk.

This time it's not
about movies or books.

Something happened.

I mean,
there's someone I like.

I need to know
how you like me.

Is it serious,
with a future, or not?

We get along well.
We can talk.

I know exactly why
I need you.

You reassure me.

Is it the same for you?

It's strange. Physically,
nothing's ever happened between us.

That doesn't bother me.

Does it bother you?

You have to answer me.

You had sex
and now you're confused.

- Was it good at least?
- Please don't be cynical.

I'm not being cynical.

I expected as much.

I was with you because
I felt protected, too.

I hate great passions.

When my father left my mother,
I learned something.

Women branded by men are
like cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

Before you, I kept wondering,

do I sleep with everyone
or no one at all?

It's the same thing.

Fortunately, you came along.

I love you because you'll never
be my enemy, whatever you do.

I slept with a boy.

Say something.

What can I say?

There's nothing to say.

There's no reason to sulk.
It changes nothing for me.

I don't care what you do
with others.

What's between us counts
much more.

...in Oran, where a curfew
is now in effect.

In Algiers, though, the French
ambassador has just arrived

and the situation seems
to be more stable.

You don't take gym?

With those asses?
No, thanks.

- Why don't you?
- I can't run. I have heart trouble.

My heart beats fast,
as if I'm going to die.

That can't kill you,
cut the crap.

I know about dying.

I watched someone die
and I was helpless--

near Constantine, where I was born.
you know it?

Sort of-- it's strange
you're from Algeria.

Why don't you have
an accent?

I got expelled
from different schools.

I got sent to France.

For three years,
I went to private school in Paris.

I flunked three times.
I'm an old hand.

I don't get it.

If you don't try, you'll never graduate.
And you laugh!

I hate failing.

It makes me sick. During
last year's finals, I panicked.

I passed them
but I still dream I failed.

Who cares?
There's more to life than exams.

I don't believe guys
who are never scared.

Who said I'm never scared?

What scares you, then?

I'd like to know, if you trust me.

I'm scared of death.

Not like you--
not disease and heart trouble...

I'm scared of real death.

Sometimes I want to shoot myself
to stop thinking about it.

Really?

Did you ever try
to kill yourself?

Once...

after my father died.

It was the morning
of his funeral.

He was in his coffin.
It was uncovered.

Everyone was in the kitchen
eating and drinking.

It was hot,
flies were buzzing around him.

A white cloth covered his face.
The bomb blew part of it away--

all around his mouth,

his lower jaw.

Despite all the flowers,

the smell of rotting flesh
drove people away.

I stayed.
I forced myself to stay.

I took off the cloth and stared
so I'd never forget.

I don't know how long
I stood there, suffocating.

Then I saw him move. I swear.

He grabbed me, the coffin fell.
Everyone ran in.

I forget what happened next.

I had a fever for a week,
I was hospitalized.

I never knew what happened,

but I'm sure he moved--
positive.

I told everyone,
no one believed me.

I didn't know what to do.
I needed to escape.

I took every pill I could find.
I swallowed them all.

Would you please
come with me?

It has to do with Bartolo.

His brother has been killed.

Sit down.

Serge, stand up.

The principal wants
a word with you.

You have to be strong.

Come on.

Bartolo, please come
into my office.

Private Second Class
Bartolo, Pierre

of the 34th Infantry,

was an exceptional soldier.

He never disappointed
his superiors,

always volunteering
for difficult missions,

both in the swarming mountains,

and the maze-like Casbah.

He was and always will be
an example

for everyone
who ever met him.

We mustn't consider him a victim

of the seditious O.A.S.

Bartolo, Pierre must remain

for his comrades and ourselves
what he is-- a hero.

- I'd better go.
- No, not you.

- You go. Go on.
- I don't know him.

Only you can help him,
really-- believe me.

Go now!

Why did you leave?

That asshole said
he was a hero.

Pierrot was no hero.

He wanted to desert.
Ask your mother.

They need heroes so bad
it stinks.

You want to be alone?

Who told you to come?
Your mother?

No, François did.

Why are you with him?

He doesn't like girls.
I should know.

He likes them,
but not the way you do.

Yeah, right.

I'll go back.

No, stay.

I don't want your pity.

Do you feel pity for me?

I don't know.
I really don't know.

- What can I say?
- The truth.

The truth is my mother said
to come to the funeral.

- And then François sent me...
- To console me.

You obey everyone.

You want to go swimming?

You've been in there an hour.
You'll catch a cold.

I'm waiting to feel cold.

You want to get sick?

No, but--

it's my underwear.

I don't want you
to see my hard-on.

Don't worry, cold water
does the trick.

I'm not worried, I'm flattered.

Come on.

You'll wet your shirt.

It'll dry fast.

Tell me, have you known
a lot of guys?

No, boys don't interest me--
not yet.

Guess what I'd like.

You're going to laugh.

It's to be 10 years older.

I hate to be young.
It's a huge burden.

I want to shut my eyes
and wake up much later,

with a life of my own--

a life that I'd choose,
without my mother or François.

And, yet, I love them both.

What will that life be like?

I don't know, I'm waiting.

All I do is wait. It's long.

What will you do later on?

I want to buy our farm
from the owner

and take care of my family.

They need me now.

- You cut your hair?
- I've always had it this way.

- You don't like it?
- Sure I do.

It reminds me of Françoise Hardy.

What do you mean?
It's not even the same color.

Hair color with pop stars,
you can never tell.

Get dressed.
They'll be waiting.

I want to stay here.
Go back, if you want to.

Don't be stupid.
They'll come looking for you.

I have a hide-out.

Stay with me.

Come on, Serge.
What will I tell them?

Who cares?

Let's look at the last stanza.

"I am haunted.

Azure-- Azure..."

I am sorry.

What's wrong?

Just after the bombing,

FLN barricades were set up

to maintain peace
in Muslim areas.

Why are you here?
You're not with Bartolo?

It's strange he's not here.

Where is he?

Maybe he found
someone else.

- You think you're funny?
- I was just kidding.

The guys like you in Paris
were less uptight.

We joked around.
They knew what they wanted.

- They weren't ashamed.
- I'm not.

Sex is what's most real.

There's nothing better.
So relax.

Whatever you say.

What are you doing?

I'm controlling myself,
or else I'll kill Mariani.

Murderers deserve
to be murdered.

You can't stay here.

I'm not sleeping
near a murderer.

Come on, he didn't kill
your brother.

You're defending him?

No, I'm not.

No one person killed my brother.
I don't care who.

Anyway, guys like him
are all the same.

Serge, get some sleep.

Stop brooding.

I'm fine during the day.
I can stop thinking about it.

At night, I don't know
what to do.

My brother,
it's as if it was me.

See, I'm cold like you.

You may have a fever,
it's normal.

Maïté said
you went swimming.

It's not summer yet.

Did she say I touched her?

Her hair and her shoulders.

No, but I know
she likes you a lot.

A lot? That's not enough.

Did you two ever touch?

Not really.

Why did you send her?

Because I love you.
I want her to too.

Beat it! Fast!

Get lost, asshole!

Stop fighting!

- Calm down!
- Get lost!

It's nothing--

just my forehead.

I'll have a bump, that's all.

Go to the infirmary.

I said I'll be fine.

Jesus, I saw stars.

You're both assholes.

Now I'm the one
who gives orders.

I'll use your bed,

you take mine.

Okay.

Why did you come
to bother us?

I swear I didn't intend to.

With his brother dead,
Bartolo understands war, like me.

Have some more
or everyone will steal them.

Every time my parents
send a package,

I have to finish it fast.

They're really good.
What's inside?

Plum jam.

- Are you ready?
- I'm coming.

I used to find him
fascist and pretentious.

His Paris suits seemed
to declare that he was

exiled to Hicksville.

Now he fascinates me.
You should meet him.

No way, I don't want to.

- You can keep your O.A.S. pig.
- Why are you so hostile?

Because you have
to choose sides in life.

- Did you flip your lid?
- He's not the devil.

The devil doesn't exist. Fascists do.
They don't fascinate me.

You're as sectarian as your mother.
You can't understand.

I understand perfectly.
You're hiding the truth.

Be honest for once.
Don't you like him physically?

Why do you ask?
I never thought about it.

- It's time you did.
- Why is it all about sex?

Yesterday, it was Serge. Now, it's him.
If you can't admit it, you're pathetic.

- What's wrong?
- I think you're right.

Don't make a big deal of it.
Calm down.

I am calm-- very calm.

I admit it.
I want to sleep with Serge,

I want to sleep with Henri.

What if another one
comes along next week?

It's awful.
What will become of me?

- Don't go overboard.
- I'm not. It's a curse, really.

Stop. Look at Cassagne.
He's not cursed.

He lives with his friend.
They're happy.

- Who's Cassagne?
- He lives nearby.

The one with the shoe store?

We're going to be late,
let's go.

- I can't.
- Are you sure?

Yeah.

We might as well go.

Are you asleep?

Go for it! If you want
to suck me, I'm game.

I am sorry.

I'm a faggot.

I'm a faggot.

I'm a faggot.

May I help you?

Can I talk to Mr. Cassagne?

It's personal.

I'll get him.

My name is Morelli--
M-O-R-E-L-L-I.

Madame Alvarez is ill.
I'm replacing her.

Analyse this fable
by La Fontaine.

You have exactly one hour.

You'll get more time
at the baccalaureate.

So for right now,
don't worry.

I'm only interested in organization,
structure and clarity.

I want a good argument.

We'll worry about style later.
We'll start from square one.

Show me how you reason.

Do you understand?

Who would like to read it?

Go ahead.

Teacher's pet.

"The Oak and the Reed.
The oak said to the reed,

'Nature did you wrong.

To you, a tiny wren is burden.

A mild puff of wind
forces your head low.

I, a huge Caucasian peak, defy
the sun's rays and raging storms.

A gale for you is a breeze for me.

If you let me shelter you,

you would suffer less.
I would defend you.

But you are born on the edges
of the kingdom of storms.

Nature was unfair to you.'

'Your pity,' answered the reed,
'is kind but unnecessary.

I fear not the wind.
I bend without breaking.

You have borne its gusts
without flexing your spine.

But wait and see.'

As he spoke,
from the raving horizon

came the worst storm
the North has ever known.

The oak was firm,
the reed bent.

Harder, the wind uprooted him
whose head touched the sky

and those feet,
the empire of the dead."

Mariani, I'd like
a word with you.

Are you deaf?

Come here.

What about?

Your insolence
and its repercussions...

and your possible expulsion.

Are you interested?

You were 21 last week,
weren't you?

What will you do?

Now that you're of age,
you are free to go.

If you don't care
about graduating,

leave.

You're a coward, Mariani.

How dare you judge me?

Your morality sucks.

You know what I think
of teachers?

I don't care what you think.

You despise everyone.
I know your file by heart.

What you think of yourself
interests me.

Why are you interested?

I taught in Algiers for 15 years.

I knew many students like you.

- You're from there?
- No, I got married there.

I understand what you feel.

Understanding disgusts me.

If you're with them,
you're a traitor--

unless you're a masochist.
It's too soon to tell.

You're the masochist.

You refuse reality.

You have to live,
to go through mourning.

It's the only way.

I'll never give up everything.

- That's disgusting.
- Mourning isn't giving up.

It's the opposite.

Listen, Mariani,

let's try something.
Give yourself a chance.

I'll help you catch up--
three hours a night.

I know it's a lot.

We'll start from scratch
and plow ahead.

Think it over.

Tell me tomorrow.

I've thought it over,
the answer is no.

You're too weak to work

and too weak to leave.
What's left?

No need to answer.

Tell me tomorrow.

You're like the oak in the fable.
Be careful.

Your parents said
you'd be here.

Have you studied?

What's in the bag?

The cat had kittens.
I had to drown them.

- Can I help?
- Are you kidding? You couldn't.

- Why not?
- You're too sensitive.

You're an intellectual.
Go back to your books

and stop pretending
you want to help.

- Why did you come?
- To talk to you.

You're always sulking.
Everyone at school says so.

Who cares? I doubt
I'll take the baccalaureate.

- I doubt I'll even go back.
- Are you serious?

I'm not like you.

I don't use highfalutin words.

You were right
about one thing.

You said we had
nothing in common,

that we couldn't get along--

it's true.

Can I take you back?

- Some more?
- Please.

Thanks.

I'll leave you.

- You can drink all that coffee?
- I like the taste.

The rain stopped, so I'll go.

You know,

I'm getting married.

You can't understand,

I've finally found my place.

Really?
Where's your place?

It's here.

It's my home.

I'm not going to move.

You'll spend your life here?

The last lilacs--
take them to Pierrot.

You never go.

You can go too,
it's not far.

Irène, my brother's wife--

one night, she came
into my room.

I woke up.

She had on a nightgown.

She was staring at me.
I was naked.

Guess what she did.

She started crying.
She said I was handsome,

that she wanted to...

and then she asked
my forgiveness.

She said she was a whore
and was ashamed for my brother.

- She asked me to hit her.
- So what did you do?

I fucked her all night
to calm her down.

I wanted to too.

You're marrying her?
Do you love her?

Forget your books.
Even my brother didn't love her.

If there was no war,
he'd never have married her.

The war is over. If you don't love her,
don't marry her.

I want a wife and children.
It's normal.

She'll save me from looking.

I'm not sure to find one.
Living here doesn't appeal to everyone.

I'll go by foot.
It's only 10 minutes.

No, don't do that.

You need a change of scenery.

Let's go to Toulouse.

You know Toulouse?

Really well. You'll see,
we'll have a ball!

He'd never been in a big city.
He stared at everything.

It was funny. At the nightclub,
he couldn't dance,

so he drank.

He wouldn't leave.
We left at closing time.

He was dead drunk.
He couldn't even get on my bike.

I had money for a hotel,

but the receptionist
said we were underage.

I'd never slept outdoors before.
Have you?

"Sleep" isn't the word.
I was up all night.

But I felt good--
really good.

We sleep too much.
I'm serious. I figured it out.

Eight hours a night

adds up to 46,120 hours
of sleep since I was born.

That's six years.

Imagine all that lost time.

You really exhaust me,
François.

I'm sorry, I'm just trying
to cheer you up.

That's not true.
It's because it interests you--

you and you alone.

You don't care
about anyone else.

You're lucky to live here.

If you wanna stay,

now that your mother...

I refuse to act
like the poor little orphan.

I'll get by alone, I'm big enough.

And I hate
the way you all stare at me.

I'm not asking for anything.

First of all,
I'm not unhappy.

I don't buy it.

You're wrong.
I'm better off alone.

My mother suffocated me.
I mentioned it to a doctor.

You don't seem better off.

I am better off, I'm just fine.

You seem surprised.

You understand nothing.

You're an immature
bourgeois faggot--

that's all.

Stop, Maïté!

"Stop," I said. You know I can't run.
I get palpitations.

You want to kill me?

Shit!

You're crazy,
you really are.

It runs in the family.

How's life, kids?

Isn't love wonderful?

- Your father's clueless.
- That I'm an immature faggot?

You made me angry,
that's all.

Your adventure with Serge--

- "I felt good-- really good."
- This is unbelievable.

You hate boys so much you're
becoming stupid and nasty.

Listen,
I don't care about boys.

I have bigger problems

I think about my mother.

That takes up my days--

my days and my nights.

And it pisses me off
you've never mentioned her.

I didn't know what to say.

I mean it-- especially
a woman like her.

She seemed so strong.

I still don't get it.

It happened so fast.

She started blaming herself
for everything--

that she was too harsh,
so my father left...

that she got everything wrong.

Even the war in Algeria- that
it's her fault Serge's brother died.

I didn't know what to do.

Luckily, the doctors
say it's not serious.

It often happens to teachers.

It's time to eat--
mashed vegetables and apple sauce.

- I want to sleep.
- Yes, but first the vegetables.

Then, we'll take a sleeping pill.

You should walk some.
It's important.

Try to talk a little.

What were your dreams?

How are the vegetables?

My mouth is dry.

Do you know
what today is?

Tuesday.

I'll put on some music.

I'll be right back.

It's time to eat--
mashed vegetables and apple sauce.

- I want to sleep.
- Yes, but first the vegetables.

Then, we'll take a sleeping pill.

You should walk some.

From Algiers, Oran,
Constantine,

El Golea and Chlef,
they are leaving.

They are fleeing a country

which the O.A.S.
has rendered uninhabitable.

But before leaving,
they wait--

one, two days,
sometimes three.

They wait to get on boats
or planes, destination France.

The O.A.S. is still acting out
its absurd logic.

Using terrorism and threats,

it has stopped all airport
and shipyard employees from working.

Soldiers must now ensure
all departures,

in addition
to their other duties.

They are unwitting victims
of the madness

they sometimes encouraged.

It has turned against them
and they are leaving.

Repatriates, expatriates,
refugees--

what best describes them?

The second paragraph
is no good.

You're beating around the bush.

You missed the main point.

Remember Rabelais'
"The Very Substance"?

That's what you have to get at.

You stopped midway.

What is Ronsard getting at here?

He wants a girl.

If she says no, she'll be sorry.

He says life will pass her by. For him,
life and eroticism are the same.

Do you understand?

Tonight I'm talking
into thin air.

You're not listening.
Let's just stop.

I am sorry.

It's this morning's news.

They gave Salan
life imprisonment.

You don't care?

He wanted to save us

and he was crushed
and humiliated.

Get some sleep, Mariani.

You need it.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Tell me what you think.

I need to know.

I don't know what I think.

But I understand your anger.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What's all that noise?

What's going on?

Nothing. I'm leaving.

You're crazy. You can't.
You're not allowed to.

I'm of age now.
I can do whatever I want.

Give my keys to Morelli.
Thank him.

He's a real hypocrite.

He trusted you.
You're betraying him.

Give blow jobs
instead of sermons.

You'd be more honest
and useful.

You're a coward

and you dare talk
about betrayal.

I know about betrayal.
I was betrayed by cowards like you.

You're an ass.
You mix everything up.

I'm no coward--
no more than you.

Really?

When you eyed me that night,

- you didn't back off?
- Yes. Sometimes I see you as an enemy.

Sometimes I want us
to be friends.

It's not about blow jobs,
understand?

I understand.
You don't know what you want.

You know what you want?

Running away is no answer.

What the hell?
It's none of your business!

You're so thick!

People like you--
Morelli wants to help.

You've made progress.

It's that you can't trust anyone.

When you trust someone,
you get fucked.

On TV, you saw
where trust gets you.

I understand you.
What bullshit.

Wait.

- Where are you going?
- I'll see.

I can't stay here.

Here's my address.

If you want,
I'd like to hear from you.

Don't forget to lock the door.

- What do you want?
- A place to sleep.

- This isn't a hotel.
- I can't afford one.

I saw your light on.

- You live here?
- Mind your own business!

Don't be so rude.

Why are you in a meeting hall?

What about you?

I decided to leave
my boarding school.

There are no more trains.

- Where are your parents?
- Far away.

Where?

In Algeria.

For a coffee,
I'll tell you my life.

I don't trust
French-Algerians.

Is your name Henri Mariani?

Am I that famous?

My mother mentioned you,
Mrs. Alvarez--

my friend too, François Forestier.

He's a big softie.

He wants me to write to him.

That's his address.
Will you write?

I'm not much of a writer.

Maybe I'll give it a try.

- You know him well?
- He's like a brother.

He wanted us to meet.

Really?

Well, we have.

Why are you studying here?

With my mother away,
the apartment oppresses me.

- Where is she?
- She's doing sleep therapy.

It lasts three weeks.
It's almost over.

- What's so funny?
- You are.

Drinking coffee in
communist headquarters,

- like a perfect commie.
- It's true it's pretty funny.

- Who'd have thought?
- Not me.

I thought I could kill guys
like you.

You want to kill me?

You intrigue me.

Being too curious
is my biggest problem.

Do I scare you?

Yes.

That's a shame.

That's the way it is.

Thanks for the coffee.

It wasn't great.

What will you do now?

I'll bum around until tomorrow,

then I'll go to Marseilles.

So long.

Yeah, so long.

Wait.

Come here.

- This is your room?
- Yes.

I'll sleep
in my mother's room.

- Who is he?
- My father.

He's in New Caledonia.
I never see him.

Hand me the blanket.

Do you know him?

Just what my mother told me.

Between school and politics,
he never saw her.

He left with his mistress.

What does your father do?

He had a bakery.
I don't want to talk about him.

Does your mother work?

She used to.
But now...

Now?

She's in Marseilles.
I don't know.

She sent me a letter.
I could never read it. I just can't.

- Can you read it?
- Me?

Why me?

If you don't, I never will.

I almost ripped it up.

"Dear son

when I got here, I went to see
the Boissieres, from Constantine.

They've done well in Marseilles.

They were busy
but they agreed to see me.

They said they'd think
about my situation.

I'll start by cleaning houses,

but only good houses.

The Boissieres have friends.

The mayor is helping
repatriated Algerians.

There are so many of us.
Did you see on TV?

Like sardines in a tin!

We were all seasick.

I'm sharing an apartment
with a family from Oran.

Don't lose the address.

I wrote it twice--
on the page and the envelope.

I have to go. I hope you'll pass
your baccalaureate this time.

Your loving mother

When do you wake up?

I wake up at 7:00.

That's fine.

I didn't eat today.

- At night I'm starving.
- I have to tell you something.

I didn't come by accident.

I saw the address for the Party
headquarters on a poster.

I came to set it on fire.

You'd never
have done it, though.

Now, of course not.

But before...

I think I could have.

Get out.

I said to get out!

His classmates didn't ask.

I didn't bring it up.

I'm shocked
by their indifference.

And the board?

They expelled him

in less than 10 minutes.

In fact, he expelled himself.

His mother
has already left Algeria.

They sent a letter
to a wrong address.

- Isn't that ridiculous?
- The principal couldn't help?

He kept on repeating,

"After all, he's 21 years old."

I don't get it,
we were making progress.

I even felt a kind of--

of trust.

We spoke about Satan,
about condemnation.

Mariani doesn't interest me.
You can't care about everyone.

For me, he's wrong
about everything.

You're lucky to know
who's wrong and right,

what's good and bad.
I'm incapable of that.

I'm sorry, I feel dizzy.

The wine was a mistake
my first time out.

I'm very happy
to have met you.

Let me take you back.

No, don't bother.

I'd like to walk.
Thank you.

It's my treat.

- I'm embarrassed.
- I insist.

Come meet my wife.

She's here?

- Why didn't she come up?
- She's rather shy.

Come out, Aïcha.

I'm cold.

Get back in.

- Well, so long.
- So long.

Did you find out?

No one knows anything.

I'm sick of waiting.
We'll find out sooner or later.

If you want to leave, just go.

What the hell?

- Why are you rude to him?
- Your boyfriend's a pain!

He's not my boyfriend,
he's a friend.

- Where are you going?
- I'm leaving. She treats me like shit.

You're too sensitive.

Learn to toughen up,
you're too fragile.

I'm sorry, I'm nervous.

It's awful, just waiting to find out
whether we passed.

We should all leave.

- Where?
- I don't know.

I know a place.

It's not too far. We can go by foot.
We can swim there.

Great idea!
You want to go swimming?

- I need a bathing suit.
- Come on, you don't need one.

Everyone naked!

Here it is.

They have such ugly stuff.

- Help me choose.
- No, I'll be right back.

- I'll explain later.
- Don't be a pain!

I can help you decide.

No, I'll do it myself.

You've made a very nice choice.

We just got this model.
It's fashionable,

supple and snug-fitting.

Look how fine your foot looks.

- It's stunning.
- Yes, it is.

The heel is
the perfect height, isn't it?

Very comfortable.

Try on the other one,
you'll see.

Excuse me.
Are you Mr. Cassagne?

- I am.
- I need some advice.

Very well, what is your size?

No, it's not about shoes.
It's about my destiny.

May I talk to you?

Course.

What is this about?

I'm like you, I'm a queer.

But I haven't met
my soulmate yet.

I met someone
who doesn't want me.

I should give up,
that would be smarter.

But I'm not smart.

I have no chance
but I can't give up.

I don't get discouraged.

We made love once--
only once,

in the beginning.
He doesn't want to anymore.

Since then, I'm like a thief--
I steal brief moments.

Once I held him tight
on my bike.

Another time,
I slept near him.

You have experience.
Only you can help me.

At my age,
did this happen to you?

When you liked a boy,
what did you do?

How did it work?

Listen, it was so long ago.

I don't want to disappoint you
but I've forgotten.

I'm sorry, I have
a client waiting. I have to go.

They seem just fine.

Very good.

I bought this.

I prefer bikinis.

No kidding!

What's François doing?

You never stay alone
with me.

You scare me, Serge.

- How come?
- I'm scared

you'll ask for things
I can't give.

- What things?
- Physical things.

When you look at me,
I feel my face is between my legs.

You can't change that.

But I don't like guys
who look at girls just as girls.

It's human nature.

Then I don't like human nature.

- Let's go.
- We've been waiting.

Just a second.

This is incredible.
He keeps running around...

him and his heart trouble!

I thought you'd left.

I was at a hotel.
I keep missing my train.

Why at a hotel?

I was depressed.

Really? Why?

I'm trying to figure myself out.
Did you pass?

We'll have the results tonight.

But it's been a tough day.

You didn't lose my address?

Relax, I'll send you
a postcard of nice cocks--

- coxswains from Marseilles!
- Asshole!

Come meet a friend of mine.

If he didn't have a train,
he could have come.

There's another one at 6:00.

Help me.

These pebbles hurt.

- This place is pretty.
- It's better over there.

Isn't it great here?

- Yes.
- Then put on your bathing suit.

- I don't want to.
- Don't start acting up.

- Let's go.
- I'm coming.

- How do you know it?
- My brother--

he brought
his girlfriends here.

Hotels are expensive
and he couldn't take them home.

They loved the scenery,
so they loosened up.

- Where's Maïté?
- She's changing.

There's not enough water
to swim.

- My pants are soaked.
- Mine too.

I'll go get them.

Don't stay here.
Won't you swim?

No, thanks. Splashing around
in a river isn't my thing.

I prefer the ocean.

Philippeville was on the sea?

It wasn't far from it.

Listen, Maïté seems
cold with you.

But she's a Communist,
a feminist,

an idealist and materialist.

So it's normal
you don't get on.

But I'm here,
there won't be any trouble.

Come on, the water is great!

I'm coming!

- You're sure you can swim?
- Of course.

I even got a certificate
in Biarritz when I was a kid.

So, you can see.
Why do you ask?

Because you don't take gym.

I know, it's strange.

Swimming is fine.
I just can't run.

I must have been a fish
in another life.

A fish or a swish?

You can be such an ass.

Come help me.

Hurry!

Look, it's awful!
I look like a canary.

Next time try red,
like the Party.

Your humor is getting
really pathetic.

Downhill.

I'm kidding.

This yellow is pretty--
like van Gogh's sunflowers.

A sunflower?

That's worse than a canary!

I'm frantic.

What is it?

The results--
aren't you nervous?

No, I'm with people I like.
I'm happy.

- Let's go.
- Don't make me!

You can't stay here all day.

Why not?
Isn't it pretty here?

Have you gone crazy?

I'm scared, François.

I really am.

Don't get all worked up
over your bathing suit.

You don't have to swim.

But you won't be able
to bear the heat.

- Is Henri swimming?
- No, only Serge. I'm going.

I have to cool off.
I'll see you soon.

The water is ice cold!

Cut it out, it's great.

- Come on in!
- Stop!

Screaming won't help.

You're not cold?

You're a real he-man.
Watch out for the rocks.

Come here!

- Stop.
- I said to come.

- Stop.
- Let yourself go.

Let me go.
"Let me go," I said.

- It's nice.
- You'll kill me. My heart!

The rocks will hurt.

You're a real ass.

It's great, you'll see.

You think you're smart.
You're just a tacky Tarzan.

- I'll race you to the mill!
- Beat it!

I look ridiculous.

I keep thinking of you.
You know what?

I sold my watch,
even though it was my father's.

I needed money for the hotel.

I had to see you.

Quiet.

Wait.
Let me take it off.

Don't hurt me.

You cheated,
you knew the way.

It doesn't count.

We'll race back again.

No, thanks.
I'm not big on sports.

You should be,
you're thin like a cherry stem.

There's more to life
than sports.

How about Irene?

Is the marriage still on?

I broke it off.

I talked to her.
She agreed.

It wouldn't work.
And I want to be free.

We need to talk seriously.

Will we ever start over again?
Not now, but...

What we did in the dormitory,
will we do it again?

The two of us?
I need to know.

Should I keep my hopes
up or not?

Listen, François,

just forget it.
It's best to forget all that.

What is it?

Forget it?
It's terrible to forget it.

I never will, that's for sure.

You can't say that.

Like with my brother--

some days I don't think of him.

It bothers me a lot.

The death of a brother is tough,
I thought I'd die.

But there's something
even tougher,

tougher than war--

it's that life goes on.

- When is your train?
- 6:00.

But without a watch...

- You have to hurry.
- I'll take the next one--

tomorrow morning.

That will give us some time.

Unless...

you came with me.

That's impossible.

Why is it impossible?

- I love you, I'm sure.
- I love you too,

but that's no reason
to live together.

What was the reason we met?

Why must there be a reason?

Does life have a reason?

If I didn't give you any force,

any hope, then I was wrong.
Because you gave me some.

I want to stay with you.

No, you have to go.

- She could have waited.
- We swam too far away.

- Wasn't she acting strange?
- It's the baccalaureate.

You don't care about it?

We'll see.

- What's wrong?
- Run!

I thought you'd disappeared.

You disappeared,
we looked everywhere.

Where is Henri?

He left. He had a train
to catch at 6:00.

What's wrong?