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COUP DE TORCHON

FRENCH WEST AFRICA July 1938

I thought it was judgment day!

Get out of bed, lug.
Vanderbruck's coming.

I feel I didn't
get my night's worth.

- Just what do you want?
- They say a husband's got certain... rights.

Worry about Vanderbruck.

Mr. Vanderbruck! Always first, eh?

The roof still needs
fixing. Go fetch the carpenter.

But it's not the police's job.

These privies
belong to the Forestry Co.

They're your private
property, in a manner of speaking.

The whole town enjoys them.

The whole town, except me.

It's the first thing that
greets me every morning.

- Can't you move them?
- I can't.

- Why not?
- Because they're there.

Well, that's a fact.

No... not here.

- Not there either...
- Not here nor there.

Well, where then?

Nowhere.

You think you and me are gonna...

After what you've just done?

What have I done?

You said: Vanderbruck's
a public menace.

His latrines are a health hazard,

the law should take action and since
I'm the law, those rotten shit holes

will be gone in a week.
- That's what I said.

Sure...

You chickened out.

He pissed all over you!

Listen, to ass tickers like you

I will serve the
soup, but don't expect...

I'm not sure I agree with you.

Maybe you're right, but
maybe you're wrong.

Anyway, even if I'm what you
say, I'm not the only one. So there!

Mama!

Your kid brother's up.

I'm coming, Nono dear.

Funny, him calling his sister Mama.

- What's my Nono want?
- There's a beast under my bed!

That's no reason to call me Mama.

And it doesn't
flatter you, sweetness,

being called Nono's mother:

Gives folks a
wrong idea of your age.

Whatta ya know... no more duck.

He had a bad scare. The poor thing.

I noticed.

You know what the beast was?

Yeah, a poisonous moth.

Hey, that's my shirt he's
got on, and it's in shreds.

In shreds?

And his eye's scratched too. Must
have been that poisonous moth, huh?

- Don't kill me, Lucien.
- Kill you?

I'm speaking French, no?
'Kill me', Understand that?

What's he trying to say?

It's about your job, putting
folks in the cooler, you know.

If it wasn't you, I'd
bet my right arm

some lady ripped my shirt, no?

There you go killing me.

That looks great.

It could use some rum.

Rum! Rum! Quick!

Bottle of rum. Rice
pudding wants rum, always!

Aren't you late for work?

I'm looking for my hat.

It's on your head, jerk!

Mama, come and try the
pudding with rum.

It's yummy, but don't say Mama.

- We'll have some.
- I hope so.

Is it true you had
a girl last night?

- There's salt in the coffee!
- Cut the crap!

I tell you there's
salt in the coffee!

What a surprise. I'm
glad to see you.

Well, we're not. Being with
trash like you looks bad.

The brothel's
feasting the new colonel...

Got any prisoners who
can wait tables?

You know I never arrest
anyone unless I have to.

I have enough troubles of my own.

What good is an empty prison?

- He's dumber than we thought.
- That's true.

Morning, Mr Cordier. Coffee's ready.

And that's not a prisoner?

That one's mine!

- You didn't mention him.
- Because he's mine.

We'll borrow him 'til
tomorrow, old chap.

- But he's old and stone deaf.
- Can he make coffee?

He poisoned his wife.

But can he make coffee?

Not very well, no.

It's not bad at all.

Superb! Bring him over tomorrow.

- What's your
name? - Fqte-Nat.

So you were born on
Bastille Day, like me.

You've got a good life here in Bourkassa.
Better than in France.

You may be right
there. I can't complain.

I've got free housing, the
wireless, bath, electricity.

At times, not always, I
think I've found paradise on earth.

But you're still a zero!

- Shit, he fell.
- He went plop!

That's not very nice.

It was an accident.

You didn't break anything.

We were kidding.

Yeah, just kidding.

Then that's different.

Ooh, he slipped.

Say, "Fqte-Nat" isn't
a saint's name, is it?

No, it's the 14th of July!

- I don't get it.
- You're a jerk too.

- But it's true.
- "National holiday"!

Oh, "Fqte-Nationale"!

Your hand's shaking, Fqte-Nat.

We're both shaking.

Y'know, I couldn't sleep last night.

I lay in bed, eyes wide
open, tossing and turning

'til I thought I'd go crazy.

Then, suddenly, I got
fed up and said to myself:

"You're going to go bananas. "

So I thought and thought...

'til my head ached from
thinking so hard...

and I came to the conclusion

that I just didn't
know what the fuck to do.

You forgot my birthday!

Let me go.

You're hurting me! Let me go!

- You don't love me.
- No, I don't love you.

- Hear that?
- I don't hear a thing.

It's that brute
Marcaillou, beating his wife again.

Some day he'll kill her.

I must have water in my ears.

Now I can hear.

He's giving the poor kid a bad time.

- You won't stop him?
- Sure, I'm going.

How much?

- Can't find it.
- Next time.

I hate debts. Here.

- Thank you. Seems to be over.
- Yes, it would seem so.

Rosette. Where'd the dirty
pig go? He's split, uhm?

That way.

I'm too late. I came
running when I heard.

Look, he broke my bag, the pig.

What a filthy mess.

There, there, my
Rosette, my Rosalie.

Put your hand between my legs...

In the street?

At least they know someone loves me.

It's all over now, my Rosette.

He hurt me.

It's all over now. Think about me.

Get down!

Missed! It's your fault.

What are you hunting?

Nothing, jerk. We're
shooting stiffs.

Doesn't bother them
and it's fun for us.

When dysentery's
cured, we'll find a new sport.

This one's yours, Le Pron.

Look, I blew his head off.

You may not be aware of
it, but you're breaking the law

and mocking the dead.

But they're niggers, thrown
in like dead dogs.

No, they've been
entrusted to the river.

It's a ceremony, sort of a
burial... ... words can't explain...

You're desecrating their graves.

So how much would the
fine be for... that?

I'd like to know
the value of a stiff

who used to earn a franc a day.

Let's say a hundred, but
I'll close my eyes for fifty.

Fifty? What do you say?

OK, but on one condition...

- You can take a shot.
- I can't in my position.

- Just one round.
- No!

That body's blocked by a log.

You miss on purpose?

At least he tried.

You can always be bribed.

I've got no choice.
First, I'm underpaid...

second, my wife
takes all my money...

and third, fining you is
practically a civic duty.

No, Le P'ron.

Where'd you learn to play pool?

How's your stick in bed?

Lucien! What's new? I
hope you can cheer us up.

Paulo, this is Lucien
Cordier, Police Chief of Bourkassa...

and this gawk is Paulo who
just arrived in this hole.

A drink?

Things booming?

Booming, maybe... but...

Bourkassa's not a
big city like here.

- How big is it?
- There's a signpost marked Pop. 1275.

Pop?

That means 1275 souls.

And as many people as souls?

Obviously.

I think you're
wrong to say 1275 souls...

It means 1275
inhabitants, right, Paulo?

You bet, Marcel.

Tell him why, bright eye.

You're more convincing.

Your 1275 souls, that includes niggers.
But they've got no soul.

- Right?
- You bet.

Maybe you're right, but
maybe you're wrong.

How come blacks have got no soul?

Make him see the light.

They don't have soul
'cause they're not really people.

Well, what are they then?

Just niggers, that's all.

The proof is we call
them niggers, not people.

Now wait a sec. How about this?

A white baby loses his
mama, who's also white...

It happens?
- It happens.

And there's nobody to feed him but
a black woman. She saves him, right?

- Yeah, so?
- Well, that proves

...Nothing He could suckle a cow,

does that prove
that cows are people?

I've slept with black
women, never with cows.

You could've.

But that doesn't
prove that cows are people.

Put that in your pipe!

You're great at logic, Marcel!

But you didn't come
here for my logic.

Oh, no! I've got headaches.

My head's all twisted.

I've lost my appetite.

So I thought and thought...

and I came to the conclusion

that I didn't know what to do.

Go on!

Out of the way, hag!

What? Shoes!

Did you hear? Those two
pimps are giving him hell.

And always in public. It's
bad for my reputation.

But you don't stand for it.

No, I give it right back.

I don't muzzle 'em,
but I bait "em good.

He baits 'em. You
ever hear that before?

First time in my fuckin' life.

You did good to come and see me.

I'm gonna tell you - no,
show you - what to do.

Turn around.

I'm gonna illustrate my lesson.

Come back! Come back!

Sit down. I wanna ask you something.

- I'd rather stand.
- OK.

If a guy kicks you in
the ass, what do you do?

I kick him back
- that way, we're even.

Turn around
again. You didn't follow.

- Just tell me.
- Who's in charge?

Turn around.

Did you understand this time?

You gotta give it back twice as bad.

But the pimps never kicked my ass.

It's the principle. Right, Paulo?

You bet. If a guy bugs
you, you bug him twice as bad.

Otherwise, it becomes a status quo.

Next time your two pimps start up...

kick 'em as hard as
you can in the balls.

But that'll hurt a lot!

You gotta have good shoes...

with no holes in the toes.

If it were up to me, I'd
rub 'em out. Pronto.

One, two... in the teeth!

I wouldn't miss the opportunity.

Damn straight! Out of my sight!

Tell Marcel he's put me at ease.

Let us help you, Miss.

Now that he's told me what to do...

thanks to him, I'm covered.

- Covered? How's that?
- Sure.

Cordier, what do you mean?

- Tell him, he'll understand.
- Cordier...

Bye... glad to have met you.

- May I show you how to peel it?
- That would be great.

So, wandering all
alone about Africa for fun?

Fun? I don't know yet. I'm the
new schoolteacher of Bourkassa.

That's a fine
profession, a vocation, I'd say.

Thanks to you, black
children will be able

to read their daddy's
name on French war memorials.

Did I offend you?

Not really.

Around here you've
got to joke a little

or you'll wind up shooting yourself.

Is it good?

Delicious.

The exact time, please.

Six P.M.

Six P.M. We're
entering the virgin forest.

Six P.M. We're
entering the virgin forest.

Do you always carry a gun?

I have to, I'm the
police chief of Bourkassa.

- It frightens you?
- No.

I've never used it.

Careful, they're heavy.

Books... maybe I brought too many.

There's so much time to read,
you end up not reading at all.

Here's your school, and
your house across the street.

I'll lend it to you.

And I'll take it. That
way I'll see you again.

It's by an aviator.

In that case... Let me help you.

You've got no business around here.

Doing nothing is my
job. I'm paid for it.

So go piss about somewhere else.

You're going a bit far!

What's with you?

Hands up.

Well, if it pleases you.

What would please me, is
for you to sing me a song.

You must be kidding.

"Caterinetta Bella" for
instance. You like that one?

Sure we like it.

But that's no reason
to take your gun out.

Go on.

When a gun is pointed
at me, I sing out of key.

I'll count to three.

One...

Two...

You're just 16 and you should see...

How you trouble all the men...

I would have expected better.

You're spoiling my fun.

When does the joke end?

We can do better.

Is it your eyes so
soft that flips their wig...

Or your tits so big
that makes them daft...

Oh, bella Caterinetta...

Listen, love is calling you...

Why say no, not now...

Get up, Lucien. What is it?

Go answer the door.

Get a move on. They'll wake Nono.

- And if it's a thief?
- You're the law, moron!

True...

He's playing
dumb. Put your pants on.

By the way, dear, did
you by chance find

some bank notes that
might've slipped out of my pocket?

Look... with this
war brewing out there...

You can't reproach me
for buying provisions.

Don't get annoyed, my sweet.

I'm not annoyed.

Did you or did you not do it?

Me? What have I done?

Answer me, for chrissake!

You're acting like I killed someone.

Then you didn't do it?

What? Kill someone? What an idea!

You scared me.

One shot Kills thirst; two,
worms; three, death.

Paulo scared the shit outta me.

He said your killing those
pimps would put me in a bind.

You couldn't even hurt a fly.

But you believed it.

I thought "Stupid as he is,
he might take me seriously. "

You've never misguided me.

You might have thought it a good
idea when it was simply a joke.

I can tell the difference.

I came out here to save
you. Can I bunk here?

I hate to say no, but
there's no room.

Is the hotel far?

It's closed on
account of the epidemic.

So, where?

Well, you could...

No, you wouldn't sleep.

Just try me.

Not at a brothel...

Especially with
girls of top grade...

French, little girls.

What's little for you?

One of them is not 14 yet.

- Christ... and the law?
- No complaints, yet...

and in a country where
black girls fuck at 12

- Yeah, white girls can't be left out.
- You bet.

Is it far?

- Well, there are those damn pimps
- You leave 'em to me.

They're probably
off getting smashed.

- You sure?
- Yeah, they'll be out all night.

But they still scare the girls.

You might not get in.

I beg your pardon there. Old
Marcel Chevasson wasn't born yesterday.

I'll tell 'em I've
seen to their two shits...

and that they won't hurt a fly now.

You're just too much, Marcel...
I couldn't have done better myself.

All alone in my empty room...

In my mouth, a taste of gloom...

In my heart I hear awful cries...

And there's darkness all around me

The door just closed...

Behind him now he's shut away...

Our kisses and love vows...

Try this.

A "tricolore�. Coffee,
cognac, rum and calvados.

You must have given those
ladies quite a memory.

I did my best.

It's not every day they
get a real man in their bed.

And it didn't cost a cent.

Weren't they worried
about the pimps?

They bought my yarn.

Tell me again what you said, Marcel.

"I put your
pimps in their place... "

"You won't see 'em
around too soon. "

That's it to the letter...

They'll stay away after
your lesson, right Marcel?

What did he do?

He won't say it out of modesty.

But he's told it 20 times over.

I just can't get enough.

And get it through your head, Fred,

there's only one way to
deal with scum like that.

Yeah, but you've
got more guts than me.

Going to the
whorehouse all by yourself.

I've only got myself, dimwit!

That's true.

Speaking of pimps... Isn't
your brother-in-law...

A pimp? Nono? He's too
stupid even for that.

No woman'd look at
him, except Huguette.

Of course, she's his sister.

I don't see a resemblance.

You'd never guess they're
brother and sis.

That did surprise me at first.

You may be in for another surprise
some day, poor Lucien!

Another round on Cordier!

As Foch says: When you're a lion...

you can't be a clam.

I've had worse than your pimps.

And where do you think they are now?

In jail?

Some day you'll learn a
coffin costs the state less

than a man in a cell, old chum.

Say, Bartali beat
Verwaeck at Briannon by 17 minutes.

Natch. He pledged his
bike to the Virgin Mary.

Bartali?

If you need a hand
with your pimps, call me.

...if they come back.
- Why shouldn't they?

- Could be dead.
- Why dead?

Could've been
killed. And you're a suspect.

- You crazy?
- Why, you advertised it.

I never said I killed
them. I said I gave 'em a lesson.

A black eye is a lesson.

A bullet in the head's a lesson too.

I've never even seen 'em.

Of course, they couldn't be there.

You're not telling
me you've killed them?

Look at me! How can you think that?

But you, after all
your bragging around...

If the bodies ever popped up

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

You heard right, Marcel.

All you can do now is pray...

Pray that if they were really
killed, they'll never find the bodies.

You speak and folks believe
you. That's some gift!

Put that in your pipe!

- How many today?
- Five.

- Dysentery?
- Obviously.

- All blacks?
- No, one white.

Oh yes, one white. That's life.

Are you dumping him in the river?

Are you crazy? It's the graveyard
for the white one!

Does it hurt?

Look at me. Am I hurting you?

She's got something in her eye.

Open your eye...

Much work?

Dirty work.

Sometimes, I just want to
drop everything. But I can't...

I never will.

That'll do it.

There, all better
now. Give us a kiss.

And me?

What are you waiting
for? Do your job.

Stop it! Marcaillou! Goddammit!

- He won't sell me peanuts.
- He won't pay what's fair.

- So what?
- Now you've knocked him out.

You gonna arrest me for
clubbin' a nigger?

No, not exactly...

The main thing is the board.

- The board?
- Yeah, covering that hole there...

What if somebody fell in and
broke his leg? It'd be your fault.

- So?
- So, being as nobody did,

I'll let you off this time.

You never arrest anybody.

You've got to show
folks you're brave, honest,

and hard-working. Here, hold this.

I can't.

Why not?

First, because I'm not
brave, honest and hard-working.

And second, I don't
think my chiefs want me to be.

What are you talking about?

Well, they wouldn't
have picked me otherwise.

- That's how I see it.
- Sophism.

And no reason to
let Marcaillou get away.

The trouble is he's Rose's husband.

We're good friends,
Rose and me, that's all.

But if I arrest him, folks'll
jump to conclusions.

Let them. Do your duty.

Get rid of the
trash that poisons us all!

And who's gonna get rid of the
shit that poisons my house?

All in good time, each thing in
turn and one after the other.

For the general
good, Marcaillou first.

Then we'll get to
your particular problem.

If you say so.

May God grant you the
courage you lack.

That trash, they
won't get me like that.

There, boy, go and get it!

What brings you
around here, you turd?

Hands off my gun.
- You won't need it anymore.

- I've got a hunting license.
- You won't need that neither.

I'm hanging around
here to see your wife.

And she's gonna give
me what you never got.

Don't move!

Africans hate a boring death...

...in a hospital say, with
doctors, nurses and priests...

You, you won't have a boring death.

I know kicking a dying
man isn't very nice.

But first, I wanted to and
second, there's no risk involved.

You know, this hurts
me more than you.

No luck, damn it. His
dog has just come back.

- We've got a minute, right?
- You know I want you.

I'm not so sure... if you
really wanted to... it's a minute...

- You know very well it wouldn't.
- I'd love to take you in my lap.

- Stop it please, don't say such things...
- I'd love to lift your dress,

and you could just take it off and
let me see the nice things it hides.

You could slide it
over your shoulders, then...

Oh, hell, let's go.

Why are you taking the dress off? Just
sit in my lap. I must tell you...

Tell me later... quick,
come here my love.

I have a feeling I'd
better tell you beforehand.

Come here now. I want you.

It's about Marcaillou. Something's
happened to him.

Who cares! Pity he
hasn't dropped dead yet.

That's exactly it. I have a
feeling his insides got blown up.

- Really?
- He tripped over his gun.

Is he really dead?

If he isn't, he's the first guy to
get kicked in the balls and not budge.

Shit, I can't believe it!
Pity I didn't see the pig croak.

I'd have enjoyed
ramming a poker up his ass.

Come now, Rose, a little
respect, he's dead now...

You really shouldn't curse.
It's ugly, ugly and impolite.

That's not my fault
Lucien. He taught me that.

I was well behaved until I
met the fucker, son of a...

How come you're
still wearing your slip?

I'd rather you take it off.

Yes, caress me...

I'm coming...

Must be the good news.

The soup smells good.

It's just bean soup, but homegrown.

His brother back home sends
us a few bags now and then.

- And the bowl's as big as a tureen.
- That was his bowl.

No way. I'll eat his
soup, but not in his bowl.

It's strange how you don't get some
things... It'd ruin my appetite.

You can sleep in his bed,
but not eat from his bowl?

It's not the same. There's
only one bed. So I have to!

But there're other
bowls. It's more proper.

My soup...

Even dead, he pisses me off!

That's a weird dog.

I've never noticed before he's
got a stripe in the middle.

Marcaillou did that. So
we'd each pat one half.

Sounds like poor Marcaillou.

Listen, don't leave me here all
alone tonight. I'll be scared.

It's my first night alone.

There are 3 sorts of French.

Real French, shitty
French and French shit.

You're not even French shit.

That's me on our wedding day.

I didn't want to rot with him.

Drop me before the village.

Wait, Father.

Do help me, yes.

Termites. They've
already eaten up two crosses.

Good thing the
Christ's cast iron, eh?

That should hold it, thank you.

Rose is here. Be nice. She's
anxious about her husband.

Is he sick?

- Worse, maybe.
- Let's go, then.

What's wrong, my dear?

I'm worried something's happened. He
left early with his dog to go hunting.

With his dog?

The dog... yes.

- The dog has come back alone.
- Did you hear? His dog.

- Yeah, I heard, his dog.
- His dog Medore.

Yeah, Medore, the one with
the stripe down the middle.

All alone.

Maybe he got a beating,
no? It doesn't prove a thing.

- Maybe he had an accident.
- Oh, don't say 'accident'.

Who's talking about accidents...

I say it's more likely Medore had
an accident after his master came home.

It's not that
difficult what she's asking!

In the early hours of the morning in
Mexico a man is going to be executed.

We're not savages. We won't shoot
anybody sitting on a Galerie Barbe's chair.

Ah, here you are! I pay you
to prevent gate-crashing.

Why should somebody do that?

Your workers they all get
tickets. Isn't that how you pay them?

Gotta be a stonic
to take that smell.

What's that mean, "stonic"?

Ya mean ya don't know what it means?

Doesn't it bother your wife there...

watching the film backwards?

If it's free, even your
shit houses don't bother her.

Good evening Miss. It's a good
film tonight. "Mediterranean Alert".

It's only so they can see the sea.

- No, this is on me, let's go.
- Thank you.

Put it on my tab.

Go ahead, kiddies.

Isn't that Cordier?

Yes, with the schoolteacher.

He could use some learning.

See that outfit? It's
just right for Lucien.

That dress! With your eyes...

You're so nice to me.

I just love sailors.

Will they show the Riviera?

What's the Riviera?

Shut up girls! The
plot's thickening!

- What is it?
- The Cote d'Azur

I thought it was judgment day.

It'd be worse than that.

You should turn in.

I'd miss my chance.

What chance?

The chance of something that
has never happened before.

During the film I
had a funny dream...

It's a recurring dream,
about my dad beating me.

I show him my prize for
good reading in school:

A beautiful hard-cover
book. And he throws it in my face.

Because in the dream,
I'm a little kid.

But then again this isn't a
dream. I am just a little kid.

A vile little monster who
killed his mother at birth.

Do you still resent your father?

Not any more.

He's one of those people who believes there's
only one answer to every problem

one of those who blames
everything on Jews and Freemasons.

Not seeing you're not going to
find one reason but a thousand,

to why things went wrong, if
they really did go wrong...

I'm cold.

It's warm out.

It's not the weather.

A helluva time for repairs.

But I'm not doing repairs.

- Want help?
- I'm nearly done.

It's for Vanderbruck.

You may be in for a real
treat in the morning.

Do you hate Vanderbruck?

- I don't hate anybody.
- I do.

He's here 2 years and already rich.

I can't dirty up these mules.

Huguette'd be sore.

Wake up.

No, no...

Vanderbruck's coming.

Always a pain in
the butt, that one...

Quick. This is gonna be fun.

Not up yet, Cordier?

Hurry up... quick!

I was working late last night.

Don't make a habit... Shit!

Take a look! Fast!

Didn't even say 'good morning'

I don't believe it!

Thanks a lot, Cordier.

Get these shit holes
out of my sight!

Forever!

They must vanish. Just as
if they'd never existed.

Sure thing. Go on...

I don't dare.

Excuse me, Mr. Vanderbruck.

That's not funny.

Shit, my hat.

Kiss me, Huguette. This
calls for a celebration!

Whoever dares say I sawed
the boards so a man'd fall in...

and maybe get killed...

- Quit acting like an idiot, Nono
-

...would be ruining my career...

accusing me of a serious
offense and a one contrary to my nature.

Everybody knows. I'm
not one to take risks.

That's for sure...
sissy. You're a prize asshole.

Cut it out, blockhead!

You resent Nono because
he's a real man.

There, Nono, my little
he-man. Lucky I have you.

Don't ever say that, Huguette.

Why not, if it's true?

What's got into you, Lucien?

Oh, Rose, you should've
seen the look in his eyes.

Like a killer's.

Me? Killer's eyes?

Eyes don't harm.

Hands do.

Kiss and make up.

Well, kiss him.

Come on.

You know, Rose, I've been
thinking... But then again...

maybe it's not a good idea
- that you get a gun...

- To shoot with?
- Not to shoot with, Nono.

Just to keep her man off...

if he comes at her
with bad intentions.

- It is a good idea!
- Not really.

I can't see Rose,
so sweet and frail,

with a big gun in her
little, shaky hand.

And especially 'cause I
might unintentionally kill him.

You see.

- Let's get you a gun.
- Really?

Sure. Come on.

That's a good one.

A pastor's wife
shot her husband with it?

Oh yes!

Have anything bigger? Something
very, very frightening.

A club?

- No, very frightening.
- Really, very, very frightening.

A gas mask.

Hold it.

Good.

- I'll never use it.
- You never know.

You've got an idea in your head.

Not at all, I swear. You know, I
do things and I don't know why.

Later, I understand. But
I never plan ahead.

You're weird sometimes.

You're not scared someday I
might shoot you if you leave?

First learn to shoot,

then I'll be scared. Go on.

Morning. Did we wake you?

You see what I see?

- See you later.
- Are you following him?

Not him. The ladder.

Scram!

Never a dull moment
when he's around!

Are you crazy!

What a sick idiot!

- Let me by.
- This isn't the first time! Should be locked up!

After such a beating,
he won't offend again!

You'll be sorry if you touch me.

Play along. I'm just pretending.

It's better than
being locked up, no?

- O.K. But go easy.
- Sure.

- Not the head.
- Of course.

Take that!

Pig! That'll teach you to peep.

Easy. He still has to
bring home his ladder!

Not the head, eh?

I can't read the aviator's book.

It's annoying me. Perhaps
it's too well written.

You like sounding illiterate.

You're not... So why?

Habit.

Grammar gets rusty
like everything else

if you don't use it. And there
isn't a strong demand for it in Africa.

Just like for Good and Evil...

What's Good? What's
Evil? Nobody knows.

It's not much use here.
So that gets rusty, too.

Must be the climate.

Do you think it will
happen to me too?

You will never be like others.

It's not that you're
prettier than Rose...

She's my girl, Rose.

No, not prettier, but with you the
difference comes from inside.

Something that grabs you
by the heart like a vice

and doesn't let go.

When I look at you...

I'm ill at ease.

But I can't keep away.

Do you understand that?

Even if we Kiss, it
won't make it simpler.

- Bye. Careful with the pistol.
- Don't worry.

Stop it, Nono!

- And if I pretend too?
- It was that or jail.

Leave Nono alone. Rose
is waiting for you.

Kissing the bitch makes me sick.

I promise I'll try to watch it.

Listen.

- What is it, sweet?
- Why, nothing.

I figured as much.

I'm a bit tired... not enough sleep.

- The schoolteacher's cute.
- You know her?

Not really but I saw her on
the movie screen in silhouette.

You both looked fine in silhouette.

You were swell, together.

Don't be silly. She's not that kind.

She's too good for you?

While you're the best I can get?
- Listen...

Having you is an honor... A
man who's killed my husband for love.

No, I was just getting rid of trash.

The trash also happened to be your
husband, so I killed two birds with one stone.

There's a lot of trash around.

There'll be less and
less... Had to start somewhere.

Well, I want to believe you
killed him on account of me.

Let me go on believing it. Who are you to
tell me what to believe or not believe?

- You're taking your time.
- I'm coming.

I don't believe it. They're all conspiring
to keep me from sleeping.

I'm worn out...

Wait.

What's wrong?

What's with you?

Vicious nag...

- Are you hurt?
- It kicked me in the privates.

- Come in and let me take a look.
- I'll go home.

- I'll fix you up.
- I'll see a doctor.

- You won't get there in this state.
- Are you sure?

Yes. Can you walk?

Barely.

I don't see any bruises.

But it hurts like hell.

Doesn't take much to hurt like
hell, when it's down there.

Here? Or here?

You're too soft.

I am not soft. Touch me anywhere.

Say, you're not crying in pain now.

Someone's outside.

Hear it?

I'm sure. It's like something
was being dragged.

Wake up!

I'll go and see.

Take your gun at least.

Oh, goddamn!

The son of a bitch is back!

Maybe he's not dead.

He's dead as they come.

- Then he's not alone.
- I doubt that.

Which goddamn son of
a bitch brought him?

There's the bastard.

Stop there, damn you!

Black bastard. Why'd
you bring him back?

- Please, ma'am.
- I'll peel your black ass.

- Forgive me.
- What got into you, for Christ sake?

Stop it! How's things,
Friday? Getting cloudy, eh?

Thank you, Captain, very
well. Yes, it looks like rain.

What got into you to bring him
back? He was fine where he was.

- Stop it.
- You take the trouble...

to kill him and this prick...

Back to the house. Now!

Don't be afraid.

I always treated you right.

That's why you can trust me.

- I'll never tell a soul.
- Good.

I didn't see anything.

You mean like Ma'am Rose naked?

That neither... Can I go, Captain?

Sure, Friday. Thank you.

But before you go, give me a
hand with burying the body.

White folk aren't
meant for vultures.

Will he have some?

Friday, want some coffee,
a piece of bread, some pat?

No, thank you. I'm not hungry.

I'd better be going, now.

Wait Lucien.

Do you think you'll sleep easy if I
let him go, after what he heard you say.

- Maybe he didn't hear.
- You were yelling it.

Maybe he didn't understand.

You know I swallow my words. They used
to tell me off all the time in school.

Well, this time you didn't swallow
them. I thought you were tougher.

With Marcaillou you took advantage
of the situation.

He was a different story. Friday's
a good black, who's never hurt a fly.

If we looked hard enough...

I know what's bothering you.

When it happens

like with your
husband's 'accident'...

when you hear about it
later... ... you can say:

"What can I do? I'm not
responsible for it. �

But this is not the case this time. This
time you know what's gonna happen.

So you're telling me "Don't go. "

I can't back out now. Now I must go.

Just checking if you've
changed your mind.

I'm coming.

You think he'd
wait if he'd understood?

Tired?

I'm not feeling well,
my legs are shaky.

Don't worry, it'll pass.

What's wrong?

You know very well I have to do it.

But, Captain, I trusted you.
You're different from other white men.

- There's your mistake.
- I've always believed your every word.

No, you didn't. Now you're lying.

Coming from a good catholic
like you it worries me.

Lying is a sin.

Killing people is a sin
too. And a worse one than lying.

Let me tell you a secret now, and
that it might offer you some consolation.

We all kill what we love.

But you don't love me.

And one more thing. No, don't
tire yourself getting up now...

Better the blind man who
pisses out the window...

than the joker who told
him it was a urinal.

Know who the joker
is? It's everybody.

All the bastards who look
away when you're in shit,

who wallow in their cash,

praying through their
assholes that nothing happens.

If it's true they were
made in God's image,

I wouldn't like to get
Him in a dark alley.

You kissed too much white ass. And now you're
getting fucked, and you asked for it.

So now this is what I
do with friends like you.

Did you do it?

I'm tired of taking the rap,

for doing what
everyone wants me to do,

and don't have the
courage to do themselves.

- Madam Marcaillou?
- Yes, sir.

Colonel Tramichel
- Tra as in tralala...

This early visit may surprise you.

Please, gather your courage.

Mother of God, no,
I don't believe it!

Alas, yes, it's but too true.

There must be two. This
is the second I'm getting.

When is this story going to be over?

Wake up.

There's an officer here to see you.

He says it's urgent.

It's war, for sure.

I don't want you drafted.

But, Huguette if there's a war

they'll need the
police more than ever

to arrest the ones who won't fight.

No, listen.

No?

- Away!
- Let it say goodbye to his master.

It doesn't want to say goodbye. Dogs
eat what has scared them, right Medore?

Weird dog... He's got a...

I think the victims
were struck by the same hand.

The same weapon was
used on them both.

I won't say you're wrong, but
I won't say you're right.

I know how it happened.

Friday wanted to get even with my
husband for the beating he got the other day.

So he took the rifle and -see
the hole- shot him point blank.

Then my husband took the rifle back

and killed him before dying.

- A case of self-
defense. - That's how I see it.

This isn't something
unheard of Colonel,

two dead men shooting each other.

You're right. It's happened before.

During the war, a
machine-gunner got killed.

But his finger stuck in the trigger

so his corpse went on and
killed dozens of Huns.

My condolences, dear Lady.

Make sure they're six feet
under. I never want to see them again.

I've never seen a
clearer case of murder.

- Clear as rain water.
- You mean still water.

Yes, sir!

- Kiss me.
- You're forgetting again: It's not proper.

You don't grab a brand-new widow.

Well, I have to wait
for tonight then!

Look.

My God... poor little thing.

This whole situation is a real pain!

I've put on the bed a little
black dress of mine I can lend you.

The dirty pig isn't
worth buying a new one.

The veil's a present.

Don't fool with death,
Nono. It's bad luck.

Have more.

Then I won't eat after the funeral.

Pity though, 'cause this is good food.
- It's lamb stew.

- Need help?
- No, that's all right.

Quit stuffing your
face and look after Rose.

Does that really suit me?

You look pretty,
dressed up like a widow.

- A kiss?
- A big one.

Come look.

- Come look.
- What's happening?

I saw them. They were kissing.

- What are you saying?
- Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking.

You're losing it! Why
are you making this up?

I saw 'em, I tell
you, in the mirror.

- Shame!
- What's going on?

This is the last time I
try to comfort somebody.

I just told her to lay
her head on my shoulder.

Then I patted her on the back,
like anybody with a heart would.

You, my only true friend...
believing such a horrible lie.

- Not at all.
- Don't listen to those two.

He was feeling up the girl.

- Stop howling.
- I saw them.

Shut up!

- Worst for you, 'cause I saw them.
- So?

I'm ashamed. I'm going home.

- Are you leaving?
- After what happened...

She loses her
husband, gets insulted...

It's natural she's upset.

You keep out of it. It's
woman's business.

Come and powder your
nose for the funeral.

So, my little
Rose... Your heart mourns.

Not my heart or anything else.

Are you forgetting
our Father's words:

"Forgive us our sins... "

"As we forgive others. "

No, I haven't forgotten,
they're lies we teach children

and they stick with them, even
if they know it isn't the truth.

Why should I forgive Marcaillou?

You can only forgive
those you love, and even then...

But this isn't
something your good Lord teaches.

But you believe in God?

- Sure.
- Do you truly believe?

I believe, but not truly.

Hey, Father. Is that pigeon
hanging over the church altar

made of gold?
- That pigeon is the Holy Spirit.

I'll say no more. I don't
want to encourage theft.

What's it worth? Approximately...

- What's that?
- A walking corpse.

- Where's he going?
- He's looking for the cemetery.

- Gonna get buried?
- Out of my way, brats.

Excuse me. Is Mr.
Cordier at the funeral?

That's him over there.

Everybody here thinks you're dead!

No, Ma'am, that's not true.

Well, I'm glad. You've got a
bill to pay at the laundry.

Four silk pajamas.

I don't wear
pajamas, just nightshirts.

- Holy Jesus!
- What is it?

- A ghost.
- Where?

There!

It's Le P'ron. A ghost
has to be dead first.

I didn't think of that.

Warrant-officer George Le Pron.

It's war!

Always the war. Why should
I be the first to know?

It's not the war.

It's about my brother.

- I see the resemblance.
- Hardly.

And how is he?

Dead...

And you know who killed him.

Didn't your regiment
squash the peanut picker's revolt?

- Sure did.
- It sure took guts...

All those blacks armed with clubs

and all you had were machine guns!

My brother said you were an ass.

Why try to cover up for his
murderer. You know very well who's done it.

If I knew who it was, he
would already be in jail.

He's a cop, that's why.

Is it your friend, Chevasson?

He's not my friend.

I even refused to put him
up the night of the crime,

which I regret, 'cause if
he hadn't been at the brothel...

Funny, in trying to defend
him, you implicate him even more.

Oh, that's the way I
am. I don't know why.

Fate-Nat! Bring the glasses!

Don't turn around. He
might drop the tray.

You're not afraid
of ghosts, are you?

My grandma saw some, long ago.

After the big war, God
wouldn't let the dead come out.

There'd be too many.

How'd he do it?

Hello, friend.

So now, white folks wait to be dead
to shake the hand of a simple black.

Well, it's too late now.

What I just heard is awful!

Here it is...

Their favorite place.

They were there, so quiet.

What'd they do?

Nothing
- like anyone else when they can help it.

He always liked ratafia...

This might do something...

It brings me closer to him.

To think that he might've been
killed here, my poor brother...

What makes you say that?

Well, he had to be killed somewhere.

So, why not here?

True.

I'm exhausted. Walking is tiring...

...but walking and thinking...!

It's funny...

My brother saw you differently.

- May I call you Lucien?
- Of course, George.

My brother sure had the good life...

Better than ours.

You can say that again.

- No formalities between us?
- It's all right with me.

- The army must be a drag at times.
- Yeah...

But I couldn't do anything
else. And you?

Same for me.

But is doing nothing

a real goal in life?

Not always.

Does it excuse us?

Can you excuse a
pole for filling a hole?

It may squash some rabbits,

but is it the pole's
fault if it fits that hole?

There's no comparison. A
pole is an inanimate object.

Aren't we all
more or less inanimate?

What do you mean?

Who knows!

Look. There's a guy
who won't die in the war.

Sad sight...

Not for everybody. Your brother
enjoyed shooting them.

And you let him?

I'm not a policeman,
George... I'm Jesus Christ in person,

sent here with a load of
crosses each bigger than the next.

I see...

I try to save the
innocent but there aren't any.

All crimes are collective.

We contribute to each
other's crimes.

We all shot your brother...

And maybe I did a bit
more than anybody else.

Strange day!

Now what?

A red and a blue sock! I
must have dressed in the dark.

I have a question no
one has answered yet.

The big question.
- Go ahead.

When you scratch your
balls, is it 'cause they itch

or 'cause it feels good?

I've had an exhausting day.

I get taken for a
ghost... I drink ratafia...

I've heard things and I don't
even know if I really heard them.

But I don't mind 'cause now
I know who killed my brother.

Who?

You told me...

I forgot what I told
you. Could you repeat it?

What matters is
what I didn't tell you.

What didn't you tell me?

Your brother and his mate, I saw them alive
and well the day after the murder.

No... no... no...

What time is it?

Six P.M.

We're entering the virgin forest.

"Women nurse these
fierce invalids returned...

"... from the tropics. "

How was my mutton stew?

Even better than the
one Huguette made.

You ate twice!

I can never say no.

Why'd you marry her?

I dunno. She asked me.

What about Rose?

Same thing.

Were you with her
when Marcaillou was shot?

Let's see... when
Marcaillou was shot...

It's strange... we've got
so much inside our heads...

but when we want to use it...

Nothing!

Why do you ask?

It was good for Rose.

Even better for
Marcaillou! He was a brute.

Whoever killed him, did him a favor.

Better, a charitable act.

But not everybody can
understand that.

I'm not everybody, Lucien.

No, don't.

But why?

Don't.

When I pity someone, it's
bad for them and me.

Why are you so late?

I'm exhausted, Rose.

Sleep is all you do.

It's the best thing, besides eating.

When you eat or sleep,

you forget about the
things you can't solve.

Think about it. You'll
see I'm right.

It's not thinking I need.

What are you doing?

I'm praying for strength.

You think it'll work?

I'm so weak I couldn't stick
my finger in a cherry pie.

It's working! Thank the Good Lord!

It's the least he could do.

GOD TOLD ME TO KILL THEM. I
WASN'T SURE. JESUS CHRIST.

- Can anyone read that?
- No, Ma'am.

It's the beginning
of "La Marseillaise�.

Children of the land the
day of glory's come...

...The bloody flag
of tyranny's against us...

Very good!

The rice pudding's gone!

I had to shape up
before taking Rose home.

About time she's gone.

Aren't you done yet?

- What's taking you so long today?
- I'm drinking my coffee.

If you only bothered to
look, you'd see it's true.

Drink it somewhere else.

You're serving lunch in a
bit, so why should I get up now?

0. K, stay there.

I'm off to the hairdresser now
and I won't be back for your lunch.

How's she gonna turn up this time?

You spoil my appetite.

What are the odds that
war's declared?

You really want it?

Yeah! I waited so long!

- But you'll have to fight.
- Think so?

They'll put you straight in
with the Senegalese fusiliers

But I'm not from Senegal!

And the black units
are the shock troops.

Highest casualty rate!

Oh yeah?

I guess a war's not so good...

I'll clear out.

But I'd need money. I don't got any.

But I got a friend who does.

A friend?

My sister's husband.

- I didn't know he was your friend.
- Well, if you weren't...

I'd tell Huguette all
about you and Rose.

Poor Nono... What
supposedly happened is nothing.

Absolutely nothing compared to
what might happen very soon.

I've lost a button. I'm
looking for needle and thread.

Found it?

Please put it back in order,

so Huguette doesn't have to do
it, because I won't be here tonight.

And don't look for the
money. I've taken it all.

Coming! I'm just getting some ice.

Last night I dreamt
God, had turned into a black,

just as Marcaillou
was on his way to Heaven.

So that fool didn't
even try to get in.

He said "Such rotten
luck. I get killed,

my wife fucks
around, and God's a nigger!"

This is the kind of dream you
have after eating too much mutton stew.

Fakir Birman's horoscope!

Look, Pisces, that's my sign.

"You will soon make a
voyage for romantic reasons. "

- Where'll we go?
- That's last year's paper!

So what? The words are still there.

Do you think we still have a chance in
the next world? You, Huguette, myself,

all the blacks full of good
will and that counted so little?

My dream made you say that?

Maybe.

Want to come with me?

Where?

To eat fish by the river.

I thought we'd go farther.

You're eating at home. In fact,
you're late. My dinner's burning!

Sure you won't come?

I'm sure!

Too bad!

- See you later, darling!
- See you!

Over there.

I'm worried! He tore my
room apart before he left.

I've never seen him
like this. He was crazy.

You didn't see him?

I keep telling you he's not here!

Of course, he might
be in the cupboard.

Just 'cause he's
not isn't any proof!

- You don't know where he went?
- Haven't seen him since last night.

Since last night!

And that hat there,
did it walk in alone?

So you sleep with the
creep. It's too disgusting!

And you and Nono?

- It's not the same. I love Nono.
- Sugar, sugar...

Don't change subject! I'll make
you spit it out. Where's the dough!

I don't know.

Where's my money?

That money's mine,
not his. I saved it up

to get the hell out.

I deserve some good times...

to see the Riviera...

I didn't spend 15 years here to be
ripped off by a whore like you. I'm warning you!

I never saw your money!

You seen Nono's hands?

What's wrong with them?

He can get nasty, Nono! One
last time, where's my dough?

That's enough! Shut
your fucking face...

and if you move, I'll
clean the shit outta your brains!

- What'd she say?
- Don't listen do it!

- Do what?
- Give her one! She'll talk.

Don't touch me.

Let me go, you bastard!

My money!

Mama!

Don't let her go!

Colonel!

Tramichel. Tra as in tralala...

War's been declared! I
heard it on the wireless!

How distressing.

It's just like Daladier to
pull a trick like that.

It's typical... I just knew it...

Of course... Daladier...

Until we get our
orders, we'll have to make do.

Get out from under my legs.

They're nice but a bit... clinging.

Attention!

War has just been declared
between France and Germany!

General mobilization!

Lucien, it's
awful. Huguette... Nono...

I know, I was there.

You saw everything?

Let's say I heard
everything. It's the same.

And you did nothing?

Why should 1? Coffee?

Why... to stop me.

It wasn't up to me to stop you.

It was up to you, to
Huguette, Nono, Marcaillou.

I might lead you into temptation, but
is this a good enough reason not to stop?

I just help people to
reveal their real nature.

It's a dirty job, Rose!

And you might very well say I deserve
all the dirty pleasure I get out of it.

Aren't you ashamed
of speaking like this?

That's yet another aspect of my
business, enjoying other people's misery.

You've gone completely insane!

No, quite the opposite. I
should crack down the rich and powerful

but that's just what
I'm not allowed to do.

So I make up for it by
coming down twice as hard

on the poor, the
wretched, the blacks.

And poor girls like you who've put
their brains where I won't say.

Does that make you cry?
Don't. It won't help you.

You know, I've sobbed my heart out.

It didn't solve anything.

You can't get out of it so easily.

Don't look at me like
that! You heard me!

I can't believe it.

Lucien, why did you do it?

I must get out of this
situation. You've gotta help me.

- I really don't know what to do.
- How the hell should I know?

Any idiot can see it's your
gun and your fingerprints!

But that's horrible!

At first, you're
right, it is horrible,

but then you start to think about
a thousand other different things:

Starving kids, girls sold as slaves
for a mirror, women whose sex is sewn up...

and you start thinking God
created murder out of pure kindness.

'Cause what is murder compared
to all of those horrors?

So, my little Rose, the
only thing to do is scram.

But where to?

Listen, I'd be glad to lend
you the money for the boat.

You'll manage, I'm sure of that.

You could make a mint just
doing what you like best.

Which, by the way, you do
better than any woman I've known.

And being as we'll
probably never see each other again,

I'll be glad to have a
last quick one with you,

even though you're a fugitive.

How am I going to get
up in time for mass?

If you so much as touch
me, I'll rip your eyes out.

Even if I go, don't
think you'll get off.

It may take a
lifetime, but I'll see you dead.

Look at him. That makes him laugh.

It's those two dogs down there.

Do you know why dogs
sniff each other's butts?

When dogs still ruled the world

they held a
convention to vote new laws

The head dog said: "I suggest that

due to poor hygiene here, our
assholes be left at the door. "

The dogs agreed and de-assholed.

But just then, a tornado blew in

and mixed all the assholes up.

Not one dog recognized his own.

Ever since, they
smell each other's asses

and it'll go on
'til the end of time.

- Funny, isn't it?
- Very.

Attention! Curfew tonight
at 9 o'clock...

Stop! There's no more war!

- What?
- There's no war!

- Already?
- They've signed at Munich.

Tonight we celebrate.

Cordier, they've signed at Munich.

He doesn't give a shit, if there's
a war or not, can't you see?

Don't say that, Rose.

Shut up! I've had
enough of your bullshit!

I might not be very bright but I did notice
you're justifying your every move.

One must always search for
the real reason for things, Rose.

You're being a little
too harsh, Rose.

And then, doubting
my good intentions.

There are times I could swear
there isn't a mean bone in my body.

But now I wonder...

They say there's only one
death but a hundred ways of dying.

I hope yours will be the worst.

Why did you write
that on the blackboard?

Because I don't love you enough?

You mustn't love me, Anne.

It's not because of you, but my job.

Being with you would prevent
me from doing it right.

And I can't allow that.

There are thousands of
unhappy people, and I'm all alone...

Then you shouldn't have told me.

I didn't need to know.

I had to.

You're not afraid?

Afraid of what?

Of what might happen...

That's not important.

Anyway, I've been
dead for such a long time.