What the hell are you smoking?
You're shitting me. Put it out.
This is a good time?
You've been smoking too?
- Look at me. - A couple of tokes.
- Are you nuts? - Knock it off.
What's going on?
Come here.
When we're in, Kiki...
you stay with the car.
- What you saying? - Look, it's important.
This is important.
You stay with the car. No defence, no win.
So I hang fire at the back like a bozo. Bullshit!
I'm gonna whack a...
You do what I say.
Do what I say!
- Got it? - Yeah.
Sit tight.
BEATING HEARTS
Cut it out.
Stop!
Just fucking stop!
Won't stop, screw you!
Motherfucking son of a bitch!
That's me you're insulting!
Stop running around like crazies!
Knock it off!
Fucking stop it!
Stop shouting!
What have you done for fuck's sake?
I'm sick of him!
I'll kill you!
- Daniel! - Don't worry.
Stop that now.
Open up!
Only if you swear not to hit me.
I'm not swearing anything.
Open up!
Calm down, love!
I'm doing my homework.
Seriously, listen...
All right.
Clotaire pisses me off!
I work for you to break stuff?
Sauce is great, though.
- Yeah. - A bit more.
- Eat on your own. - You want mine?
- I ate already. - Last few mouthfuls.
Know what Stéphanie says?
Who's Stéphanie?
Her dad's the big bald guy.
She says you have lots of kids to claim benefits.
Tell her she's a stupid bitch.
Mind your language.
Tell your friend...
our kids are children of love.
Children of love!
Shut your big mouth!
Finish what you're doing.
Yeah, shut up.
Keep out of it.
- Shut it. - Keep out of it, we said.
Look, my giraffe's stuck!
What you looking at?
The puddle. It's pretty.
Pretty is pointless.
Trust me,
in life, if you like nothing, you're never disappointed.
Sorry. Did I hurt you?
Yes, dad.
Don't comb it. Mum used the brush.
The brush.
This one, right?
Yeah.
Okay? You like it?
Yes.
- Want me to defrost a pizza? - Yes.
You walk, Juliet, by the seaside
Your four red wings on your back
You sang Alice by Lewis Carroll
On magnetic tape that unravels
Mummy, we're going to pick daisies
In the wonderland of Juliet
2 x 3?
6.
5 + 6?
11.
Okay. And now...
6 x 5?
30.
Jacqueline, tell me if it's working now.
Not working.
Shit, why the hell isn't it working?
Not a bit.
Yes, thanks. I heard you.
- Not even a tiny bit. - Heard you!
Here, if you want.
By the look of you, you're new.
The yuppie look?
Nah, I was at Holy Cross. That's why.
Catholic private school, no way. I'd had enough.
I told my dad, school doesn't discriminate...
You got expelled.
Yeah.
What for?
Insolence.
Shit, they're here.
Who?
Clotaire and his gang of deadbeats.
Hey, carrot-top, hair's on fire!
You painted it against rust?
Fuck you, you wack wizard!
Hey, you blow vampires!
Spent the holiday in a cave?
You're tiny, like you're miles away.
Here comes Big Bertha!
You like school meals?
Double trouble came with her Granny!
Your jacket comes from the Middle Ages?
You're so fat you're flooded.
Hey, oldie!
You dressed for church?
To pray for better taste?
You're talking to me?
I'm asking you, are you talking to me?
What's up?
- Calm down. - Calm down?
You big jerk, before asking me to calm down,
ask yourself why I'm annoyed. Think about it, dipshit.
Dipshit? You calling me dipshit?
Sure.
If you wonder why, you're even thicker than I thought.
Who does bigmouth think she is?
A girl you don't insult.
Ever.
Got it?
Dipshit's not an insult, perhaps?
No, it's not an insult.
It's fact. You know the difference?
Yeah, sure.
Facts are like accidents.
You're one waiting to happen.
What?
Nothing, but how lame is that?
Get lost.
When I want to.
Don't you want to?
- Jacqueline, let's go. - Jacqueline?
There are living people called Jacqueline?
That's funny.
What's your name, dipshit?
Clotaire, if you're asking.
He laughs at me, and he's called Clotaire!
I'll call you Jackie.
And I'll call you never.
Crashed and burned!
Shut the fuck up!
You're kidding me!
You little vandals!
I'm shattered.
- I banged too many chicks today. - Yeah, sure you did.
We just spent the whole day together!
I meant this morning.
Jackie!
What do you want?
Here, this is for you.
A gift.
How come?
I dunno, just is.
I've got it.
I've got them all.
All of them?
All of them!
What did he want?
To give me a Cure album.
So he's hitting on you.
No, I don't think so.
You think wrong.
Clotaire's hitting on you.
No.
Pierre's dog had puppies yesterday.
Guess what? He asked if we wanted one.
Imagine it.
A dog here.
Mind you, she's a good-looking dog.
But you're enslaved to a dog. If you go on holiday...
Dad!
It's Michael Jackson!
And there's the third wheel!
If we cook her, we'll feed the county.
That's blood in her flask.
He skips rope with his hair!
Check out the midget!
Shut the fuck up!
- Where were you? - I was late getting ready.
I missed the bus and hitchhiked.
This woman picked me up.
Swear to god, her breath stank.
Your breathing is key.
Let's go.
He gave you an album?
Yeah.
Don't get excited, he already has 15 girlfriends.
Isn't he with Tara, the hairdresser?
She's easily 19!
Yeah, but she puts out.
You'll bring him to the party?
Like you give a shit.
The new girl moves fast.
Hey, skanks, the new girl has a name.
And that is?
Jackie.
You guys ever do it?
Yeah, ten times at least. Come on!
Ten times? You?
Easily.
Okay, give us some names.
Am I the phone book?
Like I remember all their names!
My brother! Never saw him with a girl.
Firstly, point one, it's my private life.
And then, it was in the holidays, so shut it!
The last one was an American.
She was on roller skates. Eye contact.
- We start to talk. - Talk!
You can't speak a word of English.
Body language, my friend!
We were on the beach...
Skating on the beach?
All right, I won't tell the story. Fuck you!
I already did it, too.
Like we give a shit.
With my cousin.
His cousin!
Embarrassing! His cousin!
Your cousin?
You big perv!
Want some?
No.
Wanna dance with me?
No.
There's a scrap!
What? There's a fight?
Scrap outside!
Outside, everyone.
Fight!
My folks want me to change schools.
- They're thugs! - My sis was traumatized.
All that blood. It was horrible!
He freaks me out.
And you give him your bandana.
So what?
Seriously, the guy's cracked.
Cracked? It was 3-on-1.
With the cops, what happened?
Dunno, they haven't come by.
Anyway, a fight? It's a free country.
I hate violence.
I had no choice.
There's always a choice.
Come on, jump on.
I have class.
Don't go.
Yeah, great idea.
Do nothing with my life, like you.
Are you for real?
You think of the future and stuff?
My future, sure.
Why?
Without a plan, it sucks.
My plan is to spend all day with you.
Mine's a presentation on Louis XIV.
So your future is Louis XIV?
- I gotta go. - Hold on!
Give me your number.
No.
- Go on. - No.
Go on!
Wow, elite-level persuasion!
- I have no number. I live at my dad's. - So what?
After two rings, I hang up.
So I never get your old man.
I hate that expression. "Your old man."
All right, see you.
Hold on.
A quick kiss?
Dessert?
How about a Flanby?
We're out of Flanbys.
What's your Flanby thing?
You collect them, deal in them?
Build Flanby Eiffel Towers?
Jump, Jackie. Trust me!
Trust me, trust me!
He's in love!
Can you lose the chewing gum?
You're home?
Yeah.
Come here.
Why?
Come here.
Shit.
What?
What's that look for?
I'm looking at your red cheeks.
I had to run for the bus.
And you ran on the bus to keep your cheeks red.
I stood all the way. No seats.
You had a good day?
You want the truth?
Truth is...
The French teacher hates me.
She has it in for me.
'Cause I'm ex-private school.
She asks about La Fontaine.
I tell her, I think it's shit.
Don't worry, I didn't say that. I said, he's boring.
She says, if you know better, develop your arguments.
I mean, you do La Fontaine in 4th grade.
The cricket, the ant, the hare and the tortoise, we get it.
Using cute animals to dump crappy morality on us.
It's cowardly, petty, mean and uninspiring, right?
You played hooky.
Today, you played hooky.
Yes.
Get me a beer.
You're mad at me?
- My little daddy... - No, not that.
From now on...
Two last times. Non-negotiable.
No more playing hooky.
Right.
No more lying.
Right.
So, one more time, have a good day?
Yes.
What's his name?
Clotaire.
You're right about La Fontaine.
Playing hooky doesn't mean no homework, I guess.
Right, so...
- I'll be going. - Exactly.
And I'm not happy.
Clotaire.
How is that a name?
The heart is a hollow muscle in the lefthand side of the ribcage.
Any given day, your heart will beat 100,000 times.
In a year, 3 million times.
In a lifetime, 4 billion times.
An average human's heart rate...
Hi.
Hello.
Looks like nobody told you.
About what?
The inspection.
What?
- The IRF is coming in today. - IRF?
Inspectorate of Refectories in France. What's on the menu?
Osso bucco.
No, it's pronounced...
Yeah, osso bucco.
Kiki, the Flanbys!
Here, see you later.
- Osso bucco is veal. - No, it's poultry, chef.
Enough busting my balls. It's osso bucco.
See you tomorrow.
- What the hell you doing? - Nothing.
Enjoy, my love.
What you doing there?
I have absolutely no idea.
I arrived at market in Paris at 4:57.
My dad came to get me. A three-hour drive.
He said, this time, you've gone too far.
The bastard sent me straight to cadet training school in Tarbes.
I didn't see my bro again for 10 years.
Why'd you leave school?
When they started talking about CPPN,
I dropped out.
Come on, I'm no retard.
It's not for retards.
CPPN is to keep students within the system.
That's a load of crap.
Not on your life. It's a thing for morons.
Guys like me, life's laid out for us.
That's horrible.
It's not horrible, I'm just not fooling myself.
I did their maths lessons.
I can count to 1,000.
Negative infinity, positive infinity,
what use to me?
It teaches you logic.
Yeah, mainstream logic.
I have my own.
Don't worry, it won't stop me being a star.
So this man, you see,
was quite exceptional in his way.
He despised authority.
How come you're always fighting over nothing?
That sucks.
Yeah, but I was always...
Shit, how do you say it?
Y'know, I never got...
Consideration?
You feel judged?
Yeah, judged.
People judge me without knowing me.
Fucking words, too.
They pop up too slow, but I know what I think.
Sure, you have a vocabulary issue.
Who cares what others think?
Stop, Jackie.
Nobody doesn't care what others think.
When I was little,
I'd see "poor kid" in the eyes of everyone I met.
Teachers talking to you like you might snap.
I wanted to say, hey, I'm not sick.
I've lost my mother.
I never dared ask you.
What?
About the accident.
What can I say? There's nothing to say.
She wanted to buy me some shoes.
She was talking...
Seconds later, she was covered in blood.
I called her name. No answer.
Other cars stopped.
People came running towards me.
After that...
I don't remember a thing.
What I just told you, I thought I'd forgotten.
It's okay.
I know it's okay.
Really.
My hi-fi's off limits. What language do you understand?
It's not for me, dad.
Not for you? Do I look stupid?
It's for my girlfriend.
You've got a girlfriend?
Yeah.
Put everything back where it was and be careful.
You're in love?
Are you, sunshine?
Leave him alone. Come on.
Love you, sweetheart.
Me too.
Let's check out inside.
It takes a coin.
Fuck it, let's grab some beers.
Lionel!
- Fuck me! - What?
Hash!
Fuck me!
Shut up.
Find me a bag.
- What? - Shut up and find a bag.
Where we gonna stash this?
In my dad's garage.
- There's a lot. What we gonna do? - Dunno.
In life, you need a plan.
This, my man, is our plan.
Know how much it's worth?
A grand, easy.
Are you nuts?
It's worth millions.
Can I tell you something?
Me either.
Guess what, I asked around, and my cousin Hubert...
- Who's Hubert? - Looks kinda Chinese.
He knows a guy who'll buy our hash for 12 grand.
- It's them as swiped the hash? - That's them.
We didn't steal it, sir. The door was...
Shut the fuck up!
Seriously? You got beat up by two sprogs?
The kid packs a punch.
- The negro chick? - Nah, the other.
They go instead of you, to cut their teeth.
You can't send them to Salah's.
Do it. Teach them a lesson.
Say it's on behalf of Mr. La Brosse.
Move it!
Under 18s not admitted
What do you want? Can't you read?
We came on behalf of Mr. La Brosse.
La Brosse?
Come in.
Guys, they came on behalf of Mr. La Brosse.
Tell La Brosse to go fuck himself.
Nobody shakes me down.
Kick the scum out.
FRENCH HUNTER
Sit down.
Here, La Brosse.
The envelopes.
Give him some cash. Two hundred.
What? He bust my mitt.
He succeeded in 10 minutes, where you always failed.
Salah coughed up.
Give him two big ones and get out.
For you.
- You at school? - No.
- I dropped out. - Too right.
Education's for dipshits with no imagination.
At 15, they ask you to choose a path for life.
Nobody knows.
It's impossible.
The most important thing
is dough.
Making a lot of dough.
As fast as possible.
Smoke?
Fine lighter, right?
You like the shiny stuff.
'Cause it looks rich.
I get it. I was like you.
When I was a kid, out window-shopping with my parents,
we'd look at pretty stuff like this lighter.
We'd look
and nothing happened.
We walked on by.
If you want, you can go in the shop.
If you work for me.
Understand?
Here, it's yours.
Take it.
A gift.
All right...
get lost. We're quits.
Don't forget your golliwog.
Here, 100 for you.
Don't want it.
You dummy. We earned it.
Don't want it, I said. Keep it.
If you ask me, throw the cash away.
You saw those guys, how they treated us?
What they did to us?
And you with that iron bar? What's the big idea?
Where were you?
There'd be no iron bar if you were there.
You coward.
Coward? Me, a coward?
Take that back.
You're a coward. A fucking doormat.
If I'm a doormat, you're a jerk!
- I'm a jerk? - Yeah, a big jerk!
A hopeless case, apparently.
Yeah, right, fuck off! I don't need anyone.
Go running to mummy. Hear me?
Fuck you!
You're home late. What you been up to now?
Nothing.
Aren't you sick of acting up?
What'll you do with yourself? You think of that?
Did you?
Dad...
Yeah, yeah.
You good-for-nothing.
What's wrong?
What's all that?
I got in a fight.
How come?
I just did.
Won't you stay with me today?
Good day for the river.
No, you know I can't.
You think I'm a jerk, right?
No, why would I think you're a jerk?
Hoods!
Up!
Impact!
Getting married's illegal?
Unless you wear slippers and a jellabah?
You bet! Come on...
He got that at a wedding?
You know those priests. Real brawlers!
La Brosse, come on.
The star turn.
For the boss, hip hip...
Quit staring!
Belin!
Shit. Here...
- Thanks. - Explain procedure to the kid.
Clotaire...
You go in there and they bombard you with questions.
Dad told us the trick.
Don't answer. Just look Bebel in the eye.
Bebel?
Forget it. Keep your eye on the poster.
In there.
The bow tie looks good on you.
Can we get a drink here?
Thought the bastards would never let us go.
All good?
Yeah.
They asked about me, I guess.
Sure.
What did you say?
Everything. I came clean.
Meaning?
The heist, the fake wedding.
The gang.
You.
Everything.
Why? Bad move?
How long's your dad been a docker?
Since I was born.
- Is he a drinker? - No.
Maybe a bit.
- Loves your mother? - Yeah.
Except my dad never says anything.
He loves her with his eyes.
He loves the truth.
My father died of cancer.
He was in pain for months.
Guess what I thought when he died.
- That you'd miss him? - No.
That I could hold up the pharmacy on the corner.
I was 15.
I said to myself, no one would think it was me that day.
No son in the world...
Sacrilege...
is the best of all alibis.
That's for you. Your share.
15,000 francs.
ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
Hey, honey.
What's going on?
They all got laid off this morning.
25 years working our butts off for them!
And they treat us like shit!
Hot coffee, guys.
- It's pointless. - So you just sit there?
Friday, we blockade the port.
We shut it down.
They screwed us!
Guys! On Friday, we blockade the port!
Get in, Jackie.
I thought it was us two.
Just get in.
Where to?
C'mon, honey.
You can trust me.
No idea you had a girlfriend, Cloclo.
You're a real cutie!
- Where we going? - The New Rod.
Hey, girls.
It's huge!
It's real?
- No way? - You bet!
Bastard gives me a fake ring, know what I do?
Give him fake head!
Open his flies, take it out,
knead it, and then...
Listen up.
The truck
comes by every Friday at 6.
Does the rounds.
It contains the wages of all the dockers.
I'll show you.
This is the docks.
And we intervene right here.
Trouble is,
the customs are also there.
You checked them out?
15-20 men in all. I got to know a couple, but it's long.
And the bastards rotate.
Basically, we're fucked.
So it's...
It's hell.
The whole idea's a bust.
Except the strike next Friday will blockade the port.
Customs will be shut. It'll be empty.
You're sure of that?
Yeah.
No, hold on.
Are you really sure of that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
That's good, guys, right?
Job's back on.
Where were you?
Where'd you go?
Privatise the port Kill the dockers!
Privatise the port
Kill the dockers!
No, no, no to privatisation!
The favourite local pastime.
Fucking strikers!
Obstacle on the road.
Copy you.
Take route B.
Copy that.
Let's go!
What the hell!
Move! Fucking move it!
Move!
- Take cover! - Plastic!
Grab the cash, guys!
Freeze! Or I'll smoke your piehole!
Freeze, I said.
We're good!
Get a fucking move on!
C'mon!
Faster!
Don't move!
I said, don't move!
Keep going, guys! Faster!
Concentrate, asswipe!
Riton!
That's it, let's split!
What you doing?
No, don't!
Sir!
Please!
Sir!
Who fired?
Your son.
Hello, my love!
It wasn't me!
What's going on?
- It wasn't me. - What wasn't you?
They just shot a guy!
Right in front of me. It wasn't me!
What's going on? Where are you? What are you doing?
It wasn't me, I swear. You gotta believe me.
My love, I swear!
I swear!
I swear it wasn't me.
Come out, fast!
Get out of there!
Slowly.
On my ma's life, I said it was...
That it was me who, you know...
Don't worry, it'll be fine.
Just sit tight and...
Keep your mouth shut and dad will get you out of here.
You won't abandon me?
I swear!
Months on end doing nothing.
I daren't read your reports or even talk to you.
You expect to pass like that?
Babes, I'm trying to spare you the dad speech,
but your future is at stake.
I'm unhappy, dad.
Our mutual friend
asked me to defend you.
Here's what we'll do...
You say nothing, you give no names.
And I'll take care of the rest.
In no time, we'll have you out of this nightmare.
You know, sir, it wasn't me.
Of course, but it's crucial now
to stay silent.
All right?
Thank you, sir.
"If you are powerful, wrong or right,
"the court will change your black to white."
I'm quoting...
La Fontaine.
Is that all it inspires in you?
Do you realise, young man,
that your reckless silence, which you have withdrawn into
since this trial began,
merely confirms your guilt?
You know, young man...
nobody cares about martyrs.
They are forgotten.
Defendant...
do you have anything to add?
Court will adjourn.
"There is no way of checking which decision is right since...
Defendant, please stand.
The court finds you guilty as charged.
And sentences you to 12 years in prison by committal order.
Court is adjourned.
Let's go.
I heard you!
Shit! Already up?
Yeah. Not in bed yet?
Burn!
Yeah, well...
Yeah.
Fuck!
What an idiot!
Sorry, Sophie, I gotta tell you,
I've had nothing but trouble.
And they say they'll fine me. 120 francs.
Like I can't pay 6 francs for a ticket, so shove your 120.
Then I realised I'd gone too far.
So I try it on.
I say, hold on, it's a boy.
Sorry, just a second.
I say, it's a boy. He says, a boy?
I say, in my tummy, sir.
Know what he replies?
He says, it's crazy...
Miss, if you don't mind...
There are no cars, sir. Sorry to tell you that.
Surprising. I made a reservation.
What's your name?
Valrinck. Jeffrey Valrinck.
- A reservation for a... - Golf.
World's favourite car. Don't get excited,
it's the Golf class.
No, I want a Golf.
I want to be a millionaire. So what now?
What the hell?
AREA MANAGER NORTH
So, a Golf, from when to when?
You really think I came to rent?
I don't know, you tell me.
I'll tell you something else.
Like?
You can't guess?
Like I'm fired?
Right.
Yeah.
For sure. Shitty fucking day.
Sophie, it's been fun.
Know what? You're not firing me...
Sure, you're leaving.
Exactly.
Honestly, I should've guessed.
Who walks around with an umbrella?
Someone who hates being wet.
Yup. My point entirely.
Cool it. I guessed you had a car.
The uniform is company property, though.
Hold on.
Come back.
Don't be ridiculous. You'll get soaked.
I'll buy you a drink.
- Why'd I accept? - You have something better to do?
I'll find a better way to waste time.
- I don't think so. - Really? I'm listening.
No, actually...
I'm not listening.
Know what?
Before you take me for a drink,
before you triumphantly buy me a mojito,
while drinking six to forget the tosspot you've become,
before you say you never felt this for anyone,
before you lean in, lips puckered, you need to know...
I believe in nothing anymore.
Nothing.
Wait!
Welcome home, son.
Wash off the stench of cockroaches.
You smell rancid.
How about we watch the Woody Woodpecker vid?
Thirsty, sweetie?
Put the VHS on.
A mint cordial?
Settle in. Gonna curdle our brains.
Silly, I know. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it.
It's a bit like he's still here.
You like the cake, sweetheart?
The chocolate one's best. Buttery.
I chose it specially.
There's a new bakery opened behind Lilac Towers.
Good, right?
Their apricot pie. Fabulous.
I'll get croissants for breakfast tomorrow.
You'll love them.
Butter croissants.
We're going out later?
Show your face a bit.
The legend.
- Stop. - He's a legend.
Don't, not now.
I'm gonna get some rest.
Okay, bro?
You good? Chilling?
I'm good, Kiki.
Can I give you a kiss?
Are you nuts?
Here, look...
I sourced you a little jacket. US of A!
No shit. Check it out.
I can't wear something that colour.
Don't you like the golden touch?
No.
You can't go around like a bum.
Hey, show some respect.
Hold on...
- I'll try it on. - Sure.
The boxing kinda look. Shows off your shoulders.
- Too small. - Shit, too bad.
Doesn't feel right. Too bad.
- Thanks. - You'd do some damage with that.
I made room in the drawers for your stuff.
Here?
No, bottom one's yours.
Bottom one?
Hello.
Hello, sir.
Shit!
Why the hell are you here?
I want to see Jackie.
Why come to see her now?
You told her not to visit in prison.
Maybe your first good idea ever. Don't spoil it now.
Please, I need to see her.
So that's a good reason?
Aren't you ashamed? You committed murder, killed a man.
I committed nothing at all. Right?
It wasn't me.
Ten years of my life stolen, for nothing.
If you don't believe me, too bad.
I need to see her.
Sir...
For those ten years...
I thought of your daughter every day.
Every day. I even...
I made a list.
Of words that remind me of her.
I didn't do much school
and I never learned to read good,
but in prison I had a dictionary.
A Larousse.
I found the words.
457 words.
I even learned the definitions by heart.
That's all I had so that...
To keep her with me a bit.
All the rest...
Honestly, throw any shit at me...
And you'd be right. I was an idiot, a...
A villain, if you like.
But I was young.
Surrounded by ugly stuff.
Your daughter was my only beauty.
Look...
Jackie's not here. She moved out.
Where is she?
She's married.
And she's happy.
She's happy, so...
Please don't go and mess up her life.
Leave her alone, okay?
I'm sorry, that's all.
Well, that covers it. Bye.
No, we agreed.
We said the 20th. I'll call you back.
Sweetheart?
What's wrong?
What's wrong, my love?
I'm here.
We'll open up...
this section of wall.
Bay window.
Kitchen moved over there.
And workshop here.
What the hell do we need a workshop for?
Don't you love painting?
No, I just tossed that out there.
I did it maybe twice, tops.
We'll see. An extra bedroom, who knows?
Yeah, who knows?
I know.
Fuck, it's impossible with this system. Can't you install switches?
It's the future. It's great.
Make me come, or there is no future.
What did you say?
I'll call the electrician tomorrow.
Remember me?
Marco's little brother. We went to the same school.
Fuck, prison!
Remember? The estate's biggest bruiser.
Guys, give him a break. It's not a freak show.
So long since we saw him.
Sure, change the subject.
When they jailed him, I was 8.
"Him"? His name's Clotaire, deadhead.
You guys got boodle, right?
- It's money you want? - Yeah.
- Try walking the streets. - Yeah, right.
You need clients? Wear high heels, I'll come.
You're the guy who smoked the guard?
Shut it! Run back to your ma.
You've changed.
Yeah, you too.
Only my voice is the same.
But I need to be careful, need to look after it.
I have to holler. They're half-deaf here.
So you see, I gotta be careful.
Same time, if it was someone else,
I doubt they'd notice.
Nobody's irreplaceable.
Nobody.
Tell me about it.
I had no choice.
It was you or my son.
If I had to do it again, I'd do the same.
I'm sorry for everything you...
endured, but it's too bad. We leave it there.
No, we won't leave it there.
What do you expect from me?
What do you want me to do?
You want cash? I have none.
You knocked on the wrong door.
Go see my son.
He has cash.
He sells pills, drugs, coke...
He sells shit.
They're not villains.
They're dealers.
I'm nothing anymore.
No more than a memory.
Even for my son, I'm only a memory.
What?
Is that all?
Fuck, Clotaire!
Make some room.
Sit down!
When did you get out?
This your club?
Yeah, it's mine.
Doing good.
Wanna drink? Help yourself.
No, it's cool.
You're doing good.
It was tricky.
I wanted to talk, send you a money order...
Dad advised me not to.
Said it would be trouble.
Maybe I can swing you a job?
You need work?
I don't want your odd jobs.
I want you to pay me.
Pay me what you owe.
Pay you what I owe?
What do I owe you, Clotaire?
What you guys took,
plus the fact I didn't snitch,
times ten years.
That makes 600 grand.
A lot of money, after all.
Lemme give you half now 'cause...
No, it's not in that pocket...
Nope, no cash on me.
You got anything on you?
- You? - I've got 100.
100? How about that?
Deduct it from the total.
If you're not happy, sue me.
But watch out, get a good lawyer this time, or...
Return trip.
Don't move!
Lionel?
Clotaire? What you doing here?
And you?
I'm dead, for sure.
I heard the accident and stuff.
I saw my life whiz past my eyes,
the bright white light.
- Calm down! - You're dead too?
I'm talking to you. We're not dead, we're here.
Breathe!
Holy shit!
I freaked. Dying would piss me off. I love life.
- What you doing there? - Blame Tony.
The jerk thinks I boned his woman.
Did you?
Kind of.
Get out.
You had a TV inside?
Yeah.
And smokes?
Sure.
Seriously, I can't help thinking
prison's not so tough, after all.
You had my life, without my mum giving you shit.
You still live at your ma's?
Where else?
Comedian.
So it's not just me, 10 lost years.
I can't let you say that 'cause I still...
No, you can say that.
You know, the dudes we laughed at as kids,
they're all dating 10s now.
Mad 10s with...
Drives me nuts. The scumbags taunt me.
Bastards, Clotaire! I see them, driving their Cherokees and shit.
They wink at me, the bastards.
They got moola, they...
Know what we'll do?
Nope, I've no idea.
Make up for lost time.
That was amazing.
Barbecue as an art form, that's good to see.
Now, I'm being greedy.
Meat well grilled on the outside, tender inside. It's delicious.
Do you have children, Myriam?
Yes, two.
Twin boys, 17 years old.
I'd have hated to have twins.
Nice of you.
We talked about it. She knows.
I don't know, it scares me.
How did you meet?
Can I tell them?
Dad, it's fine.
Yeah, sure.
It's very boring. He came to repair my TV.
Said like that, it sounds like a porn movie.
Love at first sight.
6 years ago.
7 in March.
7 years?
Why wait so long to move in together?
I wanted nothing more.
But...
there's no rush.
We finish up here and start work on the boxes?
And now 6 x 5?
Hold on, I know. 35!
- No, wrong. - Crazy.
- Here. - Thanks, dad.
Insane how much stuff you had here. I never realised.
Your room was a bombsite!
Glad to have you out of my hair.
Thank god your new house is big. Good luck, my friend.
She hates tidy, loves chaos.
She's a one-woman mess.
That's cute. C+J.
Who's C?
That's Clotaire.
That guy... She never mentioned him?
Never. Clotaire, what kind of name is that?
Isn't he the guy who came by recently?
Yes.
Who is this guy?
It was young love. A complicated romance.
He gave us a heap of worries.
I don't get it. He came to your door?
To talk about Jackie?
You hadn't seen him in how long?
You'll remember to take the VHS back to the video club?
Or it'll cost a fortune again.
I dropped by yesterday.
They're closed for two weeks. Holidays.
Two weeks' holiday. Nice work if you can get it.
I should've opened a videoclub.
Why'd you never mention him?
Who?
The guy who was in prison.
I don't know.
How come you don't know?
I just don't know. 'Cause it's unimportant.
Ten years in prison is hardly nothing.
First thing he does after ten years is try to see you.
You don't spend ten years thinking about someone for no reason.
- Why was he in prison anyway? - I don't know.
You don't know anything? Are you shitting me?
I don't know...
It was a long time ago.
And to tell the truth...
I fought to forget him.
I don't give a shit about him. That's all.
Our dad went to work with a smile.
For him, it gave his life meaning.
Every morning, wake up at 4.
Out the house, drive, and sluice tanks all day.
27 years my dad spent sluicing tanks.
All day, doing what you're told.
The exact same thing over and over.
You have no stories to tell, nothing to say.
That's not a life.
It's survival. Surviving to feed your family.
And nobody gives a shit.
Then they fired him.
Just like that, no reason.
The bastards fired him.
Our dad...
he always said hello, thank you, goodbye.
He believed in order, everyone knowing their place.
He was wrong.
Those days are over.
God rest his soul.
See what I mean? All our parents...
Our parents have nothing.
I don't like that. I want it all!
I won't know my place.
No hello, thank you or goodbye. Nothing!
You can close your eyes and pray for his return.
Or open them and see that he has gone.
Your heart may be empty from not seeing him.
Or filled with the love he shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live in the past.
Or look forward to tomorrow...
Sacrilege is the best of all alibis
It feels like I'm on top of the world.
Impossible. We're on top of the estate.
- It's an expression, moron. - No, it's a metaphor.
What's a metaphor again?
A metaphor's when you tell a lie to tell the truth.
- Like? - Like that...
On top of the world to say we're on top of the estate.
Like when you say, a dog chasing its tail.
Wrong, that's an expression.
No, it's a metaphor.
How's it hanging?
Call those shoes?
They're English. Made-to-measure.
Reversed calfskin.
I've dreamed of these since I was 14.
Now I have money, I got every colour. 9 pairs.
And you know what?
It's no real thrill.
I have them, that's all. Exactly like you.
Like me? Bullshit!
Cut it out. Nothing makes you happy anymore.
We're still bored shitless, in fact.
- Except now, we have a choice. - To do what?
We do what we want, go where we want. We're free.
But you don't want to.
True, I don't want to.
I want nothing.
What's going on, all these people?
There's going to be an eclipse.
Really? You knew about it?
Vaguely.
I never saw one. You?
Once.
It must be extraordinary.
We need to buy special glasses.
I'll do that, no problem.
Put that back. She set the table really nice.
- How's things, Sam? - Good, and you?
Wow, growing.
- What's with you all? - Come on.
- What did you say? - "Wow, growing."
- Dish up? - Yeah, c'mon, kids.
Your bro first.
- Yes, eat. - Thanks.
You're wasting away.
You bet, I work too hard.
I know, I know. Shut up and eat.
- Did you get some milk? - Sure.
I bet you didn't. You love milk with your breakfast.
So?
No, I didn't get milk.
I knew it.
Why lie?
I'm not lying!
I just don't eat breakfast. I wake up too late.
Stop that, don't be an idiot.
Don't be an idiot.
Getting into trouble is a curse, believe me.
- You think I'm cursed? - No.
I think you have the choice.
Why are those jerks staring at the sky?
Something's happening, and we don't know.
Like an alien invasion or the Germans coming back.
That'd royally fuck me off.
Gonna be an eclipse.
It's insane.
Yeah, insane.
Freaks me out.
We need special glasses.
We'll grab three pairs.
No, count me out, guys.
From youngsters with brand new eyes.
Hey, Bilel, come back here!
You're crying?
It's the sun.
You're crying?
Nah, it's the fucking sun.
Let's bounce.
Bro, I watched it without crying. What's up?
And he's sobbing! You fool!
- Doesn't she look like... - A bit.
How do you know who I mean?
Guys, what do you want?
- What you got? - Two options.
Blue, batman.
Lasts six hours. Wild but twice the price.
Or yellow, smileys.
20 minutes to blast off.
All right, two smileys. You're paying for both?
Cool it, that's enough.
Enough.
Who are you?
Dealing on my patch? We don't do E.
- Who sent you? - Nobody.
Search him.
That's from Belgium.
You're Belgian?
Talking to you. Are you Belgian?
Who sent you? Who fucking sent you?
Who sent you?
I won't talk. Fuck you.
Lose him.
Wait! Make a wish first.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Horrible.
You're beautiful.
Thank you.
So?
- What was your wish? - No way.
I can't tell you.
Or it won't come true, right?
Thank you.
Good point.
As we both know, that's bullshit.
You bet it's bullshit.
So tell me.
Not telling.
How come?
Because it's personal.
Personal?
And most of all, ridiculous.
What's ridiculous?
Not telling so it comes true? Or just not telling?
What's the big deal? You said, make a wish.
I couldn't give a shit.
Good reason to tell me.
I don't want to.
Why don't you?
Because you ask.
Order, even.
I have another theory.
There's your fantasy world when your eyes are shut.
And the one you see when they're open.
I'd love to know what's there,
behind your eyelids, under your skin.
What is there? Who is there?
What do you see that you don't say?
What do you want?
You want details, something solid?
My head's buzzing.
With beauty and ugliness, hope and anger.
It's chaos in my head. I dunno...
I'm not like you, so orderly.
Don't act like you don't know. You know.
Actually, I don't. I've no idea.
I like things unresolved.
A mystery.
Something you're losing fast.
So you want mystery.
You know that, living with someone, there's no mystery.
Maybe I should just vanish, too.
What are you talking about?
Nothing important, obviously.
Only boring stuff.
Boring isn't anyone's wish.
Is it?
Unless you're a total bimbo, in fact.
There you go, a little gift.
Let's get scratching.
I think I have a coin here.
Anybody wins, we share it out.
Miss...
Can I ask for your help with this? It's...
- Of course. - It's heavy.
That's kind.
It's not so high up.
No worries.
It's dirty.
When we moved in, it was nothing like the blurb.
In the brochure,
the architecture and layout of the towers were superb,
like bouquets of flowers.
Look at the bouquet now.
Badly wilted.
As my husband said when he was alive,
when you have a roof, all good.
Thank you, miss.
- Put this here? - Thanks. Very kind of you.
Have a nice day.
No, wait.
Wait a second.
- No, really. - Just a second.
Really, I promise you.
Honestly, I really don't...
I wasn't absolutely sure.
You've hardly changed.
I'm happy to meet you for real.
After all this time.
He'd kill me if he knew I told you this,
but when he was little, he slept with you next to him.
My son's a good boy.
He never did all those things.
I don't know if I'll...
have the nerve to call him.
Is he well?
I don't know.
Thank you.
Morning, my love.
Sleep well?
Know where I'm going? Did I say?
Can't remember if I did. Head office.
Rumour is, for what it's worth...
Bertot, the big boss, who likes me and my numbers...
He's gonna offer me something big.
Like senior VP.
That means it's important.
Anyway, we'll see.
Proud of me?
Wish me luck?
Good luck.
So, see you tonight.
Why did you leave him?
You never see things through.
How come?
Why do you believe in nothing?
All these years, always the same story.
For once, you seemed to be good.
For once in your life, a guy seemed right for you.
You do it on purpose? It's fated?
You'll ruin your life like this.
We'd begun to be happy, you and me.
No, we were always happy.
Don't give me those arguments.
What did I miss?
What didn't I see? Tell me.
Give me one good reason.
Go on, one.
Clotaire.
What?
Clotaire.
Listen to me!
Let me explain.
Listen, at least. You know the problem?
You think for me, not of me.
I don't think of you?
This just proves it. You didn't see.
That my smile wasn't my smile because...
It wasn't my street, my house or my friends.
It wasn't even me. It wasn't my life!
It's just that it's not him.
Sure, it was good,
but I didn't believe in it. I forced myself.
I forced myself to believe in it.
It's just that good isn't enough.
And you know it.
Damn, this is crazy.
Holy shit...
Will you ever stop being right like that?
What the hell can I say to that?
Come on...
Come here.
Of course, good isn't enough.
Tonight I'll show you my Paris.
The Metropolis. Four rooms, four vibes. It's huge.
There's salsa, funk, techno...
And what else?
In your mind, she screwed a Nazi.
So why was Gran nicknamed "Nazi"?
She was a pain, not an actual Nazi.
- Why'd Bernadette say that then? - She's an airhead.
Kiki, what's the last room?
- Rock. - Yeah, rock 'n' roll!
You do what I say!
Do what I say!
All right?
Get out of the car.
What?
- Get out of the car, I said. - Why?
We're not going.
We can't back out now.
Bro...
We're not going in. We're done.
We stop everything. You hear me?
You're gonna get out of the car,
get in the car behind and go home.
Got me?
Did you hear me?
Go home.
You trust me?
Let's go.
Who are you calling?
What are you doing here?
Nothing. I wanted to talk.
- You're following me? - Not at all.
- You are. - No, I wanted to talk.
I wanted to tell you...
I thought about everything we said and...
This is ridiculous. We can't ruin everything now.
We love each other.
You and me. You love me.
- I know you do. - There's no more to say.
- I saw it. When we made love... - Jeffrey.
There's nothing more to say.
Sorry, I tried. I can't do it.
- I just can't. - What?
Let's have a drink at home and talk.
You want me to get on my knees?
- Is that it? - No, I expect nothing from you.
I expect nothing, sorry.
I'm sorry. Now, just leave me alone.
- What are you doing? - You're waiting for someone?
Answer me. Are you?
- Leave me alone. - Answer me!
What are you doing here? At this time?
- You think I'm stupid, don't you? - Calm down.
You always have. You're waiting for him!
- You're scaring me. - You were after my money, were you?
- What's your game? - You're scaring me.
I'm scaring you?
I scare you? No way.
I love you with all my heart. What did I do?
What did I do wrong? What did I do?
- Calm down. - What the fuck did I do?
What? I never did anything!
- Why are you doing this? - Stop!
Get the fuck off me!
Stop!
Get off!
Get off me!
Ma'am, please, take a look at her.
Hold on, she's bleeding everywhere.
It's okay.
How do you get treatment here?
You okay?
Are you sure?
- Get you some water? - I'm good.
They can't just leave you like this.
I'm good, honestly.
- Let's sit down. - No, really.
You're sure?
I don't wanna talk, that's all.
Hold on...
Sit down. I promise you, it'll pass.
This will sting a little.
Tell me if it hurts.
You can go for it.
All these years, I kept thinking of you.
And us, what we were.
Never really with any nostalgia.
I hardly had any memories of us.
No more beautiful memories of you.
I never felt elevated, thinking about what we had.
I was floored, see?
I was no fun.
Not a bit. I was sad.
Sadder than you'll ever know.
Thinking of you meant worrying about you.
Even when I forced myself to have beauty again,
it was impossible.
You'd ruined everything.
You always were beauty and ugliness.
But you let your ugliness win.
You couldn't keep quiet the worst part of you.
Your anger, your vengeance.
Your violence, your contempt.
Your contempt for everything.
Even for your luck.
Even for me.
I'd been so sure we understood each other.
In fact, it's the only thing I was ever sure of.
That we'd never be alone together.
I could trust you.
We were the same, you and me.
We saw the world from a place that belonged to us.
But I didn't see who you were.
Or maybe I didn't want to believe it.
It was impossible to think you'd be so stupid.
And for me to be stupid enough to keep
being scared for you after so many years, so much shit, so many regrets.
Why?
I'm too stupid to answer, apparently.
Looks that way.
But I think...
You're right.
For me...
all you just said...
I mean, I agree.
Is that all?
Yeah.
Hold on.
You have nothing else to say?
I'm right, end of story. That's all you can say?
If anyone's stupid, it's me.
Hold on.
That's not all.
You remember when
you told me
I lacked vocabulary to express myself.
You remember?
I dunno.
- You do. - Maybe, yeah.
I made a list of words
that I kept with me in case...
I bumped into you somewhere.
I tried to force it but...
chance didn't want us.
Anyway, if it had happened,
I'd have lost control.
You're never ready when you expect things.
So I have a list of all the words that remind me of you.
I learned the definitions by heart.
They belong to you.
They are
what you are.
The words I wish I'd come up with.
They're the Jackie words.
457. Want me to read them out?
457?
Yeah. Not enough?
You're a real scumbag.
I know.
A fucking scumbag.
You just said that.
Your turn, sir.
That's nothing.
I'll disinfect it, at least.
Come on, sit down.
Go ahead.
Really, it's nothing.
We'll just clean it up.
Want me to read them then?
No.
- I'll read them anyway. - You won't.
- Will. - Won't.
I'm gonna read them.
- All done. It's only minor. - Exactly.
I'll be going.
Thanks.
They're kind of...
not in any order...
Delight.
Graceful.
Big thumb of yours.
Couldn't miss it if I tried.
- You're crap at this. - Now.
Now?
1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war.
All good? I'm not interrupting?
Sorry to stop you drinking your can.
What's that again on your wrist?
A watch.
What's it for, do you think?
Warming up food?
No, look at me when I'm talking to you.
Is it for warming up food?
Get down here, I'm talking.
Thank you.
- I'm listening. - No.
Good. What's it for?
Telling the time.
See, you can do it.
Now, a brainteaser, can you tell the time?
Yeah.
Not yeah. Yes.
Yes.
So how come you're on a break at 1:10?
The hands fooled you?
I dunno, maybe,
ask missy for a quartz watch to distinguish between 1pm and 1:10.
I'm over here. Don't wind me up.
I know your type.
Slacker ducking every problem.
Bad news for you, you have a problem.
Looking at you.
Got it?
Great.
So, grab your can and go.
Just saying, watch out.
Watch your step.
Is that clear?
Cool.
I start again in 5.
Yeah, no worries.
Can I have a word?
- That's my line usually. - Yes.
The issue of timekeeping, I get it.
Sure, it's the logic of any company.
But the guy you just insulted,
when you play gangsta boy scout,
he could choke you with his watch.
- Hold on... - I haven't finished.
One thing he learned in prison...
Yes, he was in prison.
And no, it's not on his CV obviously.
He learned the weight of words.
It's like having weighing scales behind your eyes.
To weigh your ideas, and other people's. For example...
"Watch your step."
On your scales, it means going to your office,
filling out a form, and firing him or me.
On his scales, though,
it means finding your address, rocking up one night,
beating you up, and leaving you bleeding in front of wife and son.
It's good old double standards. You've heard of those?
It's just an example.
Because I absolutely hate violence.
And he sucks it up.
He promised me he'd keep calm whatever the circumstances.
Because he loves me.
That's a heavy word, too.
Anyway, gotta get back.
So weigh your ideas next time you talk to him or me.
Clear?
Yeah.
Not yeah.
Yes.
Thank you.
Sorry again for running late. It won't happen again.
Know what I thought?
Over the spring rolls.
You took a lot.
No.
I thought...
we'll never have better.
Than?
Than us.
I love you.
What was that?
- You said something. - Not a word.
- Sure you did. - I didn't say a word.
- Sure? - Not a word.
You took your time.
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