Original subtitles

-Come here!

-Come on... Take it easy.

Easy now.…

Come on.

There you go…

OK... Easy now. There you go.

Perfect.

Disturbing music

Soft piano music

-Bless us, Lord.

Amen.

-Come on! -Let's go! Again!

-Again, again, again!

Come on…

Come on, now!

Come on, go for it!

-Enough…

-But you said yes to me yesterday.

-I'm hot.

Damn, you're annoying!

-Move over! -Come on, you're overdoing it.

-Here, look.

I'll take you down. So? -Why are you pushing?

-Guys, enough with the games.

-I saw you last night with a guy.

-That's nonsense. -What guy?

-I didn't see well.

It was dark. Come on, tell me!

-That's nonsense.

-In any case, we're going to find out.

Oh, that one!

-Come on, stop it!

-Look! Oh!

-I’m going to get some cookies, auntie.

Are you working this afternoon?

-Yeah, until 3 PM. Shall we meet at the beach?

-Is that it?

-Come on, let’s go! -Wait, wait...

-Come on, let’s go deeper.

-Romain!

Lesia, will you come with me to drop off the tomatoes at Jo's?

-Not now. It’s hot. We’ll go later.

-No, exactly, they’ll suffer in the car.

Come on, it’ll only take us 2 minutes.

-Wait for me!

-To the beach!

*Music on the radio

-Why isn’t anyone telling me anything?

-My dear, I can’t...

-Why isn’t anyone asking for my opinion?

-We don’t ask a kid for their opinion.

It’s already complicated enough as it is.

Is your grandmother doing well? -She’s fine too.

You’ve grown even more.

-What did you put in it?

-Everything that’s needed.

Don’t worry. Come here.

We’ll see each other

in a few days, okay?

Huh?

-Do you remember how we hold each other?

-You, take it easy.

Disturbing music

-So…

-How long am I going to stay here?

-I don’t know. A few days.

-How long have you been in this house?

-A few days.

How about we go fishing just the two of us

tomorrow morning?

-If you want.

-I'll wake you up at 6.

Is 6 okay?

-Can I call someone on the phone?

-No, my dear.

You know that.

Who did you want to call at this hour?

Huh?

-Well, who do we have here?

-Godfather!

-Ah… How are you?

Mmh…

How are you, my dear? I didn't know you were here.

-Look at me. Wow…

You look beautiful. Incredible. You remind me of your poor mother.

When I tell Jean that I saw you, he'll be jealous.

-How is he?

-He's fine. He's in the village with Celia, they're coming at the end of the week.

You know what? We're going to have a day at sea.

All together…

Like last year. Are you up for it?

Yeah, hello?

-Where is dad?

We were supposed to go fishing.

-He stepped out. He'll be back soon.

-What's going on?

-Do you want to go to the tobacco shop and get me some cigarettes?

There, when you go out, turn right.

You'll see him in 10 minutes.

Here.

Get me

3 packs of Philip Morris. Take whatever you want with the change.

*-Hello?

-Hello, I’d like to speak to Fabien, please.

*-Oh, he's at work. Should I take a message?

-No, I'll call back, thanks.

*-In shock following

the bombing of a car that nearly cost the life

of socialist official Philippe Padovani,

numerous expressions of support from the island's political class

have been coming in since this morning.

A unanimous condemnation of this violent and barbaric act.

Footage from Diane Paoli and Jérôme Matei.

-Thank you.

*-The car bombing that injured 4 people

one of whom is serious occurred just before 10 PM

in the center of Ajaccio.

The target of this attack was Philippe Padovani.

The socialist President of the Corsican region

and his advisor miraculously escaped unharmed.

They were heading

towards their company vehicle...

-Two more steps, and you would have been done for.

*-The car exploded...

*-An investigation was opened this morning by the prosecutor's office

for attempted murder.

*-More information...

(-Get up, my dear...)

(Come on, lift your head, your body will follow.)

What are you afraid of?

It's not the little beast that's going to eat the big one.

-I prefer the big beasts.

Whose boat is this?

-It's fine, you can throw it.

Don't let your weight drag, there are rocks.

So, tell me a bit,

how did school go at the end of the year?

-It's going well.

-Auntie told me you got good grades.

-I came in 3rd.

-Oh, that's great.

What are your favorite subjects?

-Same as always.

History, French, sports.

-Mmh.

And science?

-I don't really like it.

-Me neither, I didn't like it either.

Lift your weight a bit. -It's lifted.

And you, where have you been these past few months?

-I've been moving around quite a bit.

-Where to?

You never say where.

-Oh, Lesia, watch your temper.

-The others,

are they going to stay all week?

-Probably, yes.

-Because of the explosion of your friend's car?

-Ah! Ah...

-Did it bite?

The other day, I thought of you.

A tourist caught fish with a salad bowl.

-A salad bowl?

-He put a cloth over a salad bowl,

wrapped a tire inner tube around it to hold it,

he made a hole in the middle so the fish

could get in,

he sprinkled flour on top.

Two minutes later, there was a bream and two mullets.

-With a salad bowl and flour on the beach?

Aio, aio...

-What, you don't believe me?

Dad, I saw it!

-I'm not saying you're lying.

You just got caught by some tourists, that's all.

One of his friends underwater filled the salad bowl,

you didn't see it.

It's not a big deal.

-They did it 10 times.

He put the fish back 10 times, that guy?

-He put the same ones back.

I've told you three times to reel in your line.

Your weight has gotten stuck in the rocks.

Did I tell you or not?

Come on, give it here.

-What are you doing?

-I'm breaking it.

Who cares, it's just a weight.

I've told you three times to reel in your line,

instead of telling me nonsense about salad bowls.

Listen to me when I'm talking to you.

Take another one.

-Where are you going?

-To see someone.

-Is everyone going? -Yeah.

-And me?

-You're staying here to watch the house.

We won't be long. We'll be back in 2 or 3 hours, okay?

*-Hello?

-Hello, I’d like to speak to Fabien.

*-I'll put you through. Fabien!

Fabien?

Oh, sorry, I thought he was there.

He must have left. Do you want...

*-Hello? -Auntie?

*-Lesia? What's up?

-Nothing, I was just calling to see how you were.

*-Where are you calling from?

-From a payphone.

Is everything okay?

-I'm fine.

*-Thomas, enough with that! Get out of there and get dressed!

-What is he doing?

*-He's naked in the living room and Marie-Michelle is coming.

in 5 minutes.

I have to go. He's going to drive me crazy.

Nothing special?

Hello?

-Auntie, would you mind

coming to get me? *-Lesia...

-I want to go home... *-Stop!

Stop it right now. I can't come get you.

Even if I could, I wouldn't.

It's important that you're there.

You won't be there long, so make the most of it.

before coming back to the village.

-But I'm not enjoying it! *-Lesia...

Do you know what it takes to make this happen?

And you're throwing a tantrum?

Make an effort. It'll be fine.

(-'One target can hide another.)

('That's what some sources of the investigation suggest)

('when they mention the closeness between)

('socialist president Philippe Padovani)

('and his lifelong friend, the enigmatic clan leader)

('Pierre-Paul Savelli.)

('Wanted by authorities since March 1991,)

('the latter could, according to them)

('be the real target of this attack,)

('aimed at weakening his influence over the island community.)

("At a time when certain territories are still the subject of greed,")

("such an event could be the start of a new")

("bloody chapter on the island.")

(-What are you doing here, my dear?)

Go back to your bed.

Soft music

-Your daughter is 20 years old

How time flies

-MADAM JUST YESTERDAY

WAS SO LITTLE

-And her first troubles

-Are your first wrinkles

-MADAM

-And your first worries

-We thought she was pretty

-BUT LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS

FOR A PERSON ALMOST AS YOUNG AS SHE IS

A BOY WHO LOOKS

LIKE THE ONE FOR WHOM

-Madam

-You had beautified

Soft music

-Crazy thing, barely 9 AM,

it's so hot.

-Do you want a coffee, godfather?

-Come on.

Mmm…

I spoke with Jean and Celia.

They are arriving tomorrow in the village.

-Are they coming here?

-No, not here.

But this weekend, we're having a day out on the boat.

-Come on. -Huh?

I'll prepare the picnic, I'll bring the skis, the towable tube,

we'll all go full throttle, and the last one standing wins.

-You're definitely going to be the first to fall!

-That's right! We'll see.

Is this mine? -I'm bringing it for you.

-Thank you, my dear.

-Thank you very much.

-Do you want me to call?

-It's fine, I'll do it. -And this?

-His nephew's resume.

Check with Michel to find him a spot.

Nothing?

No one is moving, it's very quiet.

-Do you trust him? -I trust no one.

-At Marchini's and the Buresis'?

-The Buresis are doing their business, it's going well.

No one bothers them.

Marchini is the same.

He took over the commercial port, the ferry services,

he's never profited so much.

Too busy counting his money to start a war.

-Mmh.

-And the nationalists?

-No.

-Mmh.

This isn't normal.

-What?

-This car bomb thing.

You really have to want to deal with an organization like that.

It's an easy target, Pado.

If you want to kill him, just put a bullet in his head.

-Who has the means to do that?

From a logistical standpoint.

-Marchini and Buresi could.

-So Pierre-Paul is right,

why a car bomb?

-What do I know? To throw them off the scent.

-That would mean they've changed, that they've gotten smart.

-No...

People don't change.

This car...

it's the beginning of something, it's a break.

You guys are going to the bar.

Get a feel for the city. Hang around a bit.

Gather some intel and make yourselves known.

Go on.

-Where have you been, my girl?

-I stayed a bit

at the beach.

The water was nice, you should have gone.

-You're right.

What are we eating tonight?

Shall we get pizzas? -If you want.

We have the fish from yesterday.

-Oh, that's right.

We could make a soup, if you're up for it.

Do you know how to make it?

Soft music

So?

(It's good.) -AH!

-So?

1.42.

Wait, I'm checking

a moment ago. -At least 20 seconds more.

-Hey, calm down, Jacques Mayol.

12 seconds more. That's already impressive.

-Come on, it's your turn now. -No.

-Come on, go for it!

-No, I don't want to. -Come on!

Santu!

-I'm terrible, you beat me. I can't last 30 seconds.

-Nonsense. Lend me the watch.

I'll time it.

-Hey! Did you want to throw me in the water?

-Nonsense! -You wanted to!

-Come on, go for it! -Cut it out!

Don't you want the watch? -Go ahead! I want the watch.

-Santu!

*-… unprecedented modus operandi of rare violence

that took place this morning in Appietto.

Ambushed on the Listincone road,

a vehicle was reportedly struck by a ram-raid 4x4

before being shot at close range by multiple rounds of buckshot.

The victim is restaurateur Joseph Benetti,

close to Pierre-Paul Savelli.

Earlier this week, another associate of the clan leader

was targeted in a car bomb attack,

the socialist regional president Philippe Padovani.

This is the third murder...

-But how is that possible?

-He came here. Someone knew his background.

(-Damn…)

-We need to know.

We have to find out.

-I was the one who called.

I'm sorry, Dad.

-You should never have called.

But you have nothing to do with godfather's death.

Okay?

Even if you had called all of Corsica, it wouldn't have changed anything.

Is that clear?

Come on.

-Why did they kill him?

-I don't know, my dear.

Listen to me.

It's fate that strikes us. We have to stay strong.

That's what he would have wanted. Mmh?

I'm going back to understand what happened.

You're going back to Auntie's, and resume your life of...

-No! -Listen!

-I don't want to!

-Listen to me. -I want to stay with you!

-You can't, my dear.

I need to know you're safe with Auntie in the village.

It can't be any other way.

Do you understand?

We'll see each other soon.

I promise you.

-Aren't we going to the village?

-We're going to the morgue first.

-My condolences, Jean.

-Did you see him?

(-Yeah.)

(I'm going home...)

I'll take care of all that.

And bring back my mother-in-law.

-Stay strong.

Can you wait for us for 2 minutes? -Where are you going?

-We're coming.

Disturbing music

Soft music

-It's been a while

since that white van has been following us?

-Are you kidding

who's fooling who?

-Pierre-Paul... -I'm talking!

I'm the one talking!

You act tough and let a kid take charge of you?

You need to drop her off at my sister's and bring her back here.

Is that all we have to do, make a round trip for your nonsense?

Taking risks by being out on the roads?

Aren't they dangerous enough?

-As you wanted... -You, shut up!

I don't want to hear you, enough!

You're a bunch of useless bastards.

Tomorrow, you're leaving with Santu.

-I'm staying with you. I won't bother you.

I promise you. -What do you think?

Are you good for something? Can you help me?

-I know how to shoot! -Stop it!

Right now, you're a problem.

If you want to do something, you need to listen to me.

Do what I say and go back to the village.

Heavy music

Uneasy music

-Lesia?

Oh, sorry.

-I'm coming!

-Sorry. I thought you were sleeping.

-It's okay.

-We need to go. Are you ready?

-Where's dad?

-He already left.

Well, we won't be taking you back today.

There are police raids everywhere. They'll be at auntie's.

-What are they going to do at auntie's?

-They're going to search.

But there's nothing to find.

Come on, pack your things.

-Where are we going?

-Going grocery shopping.

Disturbing music

-Ste!

I've got it!

-You, put that there!

-Go take a bath.

We'll take care of the rest.

'You look good like that.'

'You look younger.'

'Do you like it?'

'Yes.'

'Come on, let's go.'

'Where to?'

'Who saw this car?'

'Some guys from the DST who were having coffee at the bar.'

'A few minutes earlier.'

'The guy must have waited to see Joseph pass by,'

'gave the signal and left.'

'The cop checked the license plate in the system.'

'He found a rental 306.'

'Registered to Charles Serra.'

'Charles Serra?'

'Marchini's son-in-law?'

'What does he do?'

'He lends a hand from time to time.'

'That's not Marchini's style.'

'No.'

'That's why if it's him…'

'he's not alone.'

'And what if I don't feel right about it?'

'You do nothing.'

'You play dumb.'

'You let him talk, you drink your coffee and you leave.'

'If it was him in the car, he'll sense it.'

'Him…'

'Marchini…'

'All the others.'

Lesia?

Come take a look.

What’s said and what you see here,

you don’t tell anyone.

Never.

Not to auntie, not to your friends,

not to your boyfriend, not tomorrow, not in 10 years.

Never.

To no one.

Do I trust you?

When I tell you to take a walk,

you go take a walk.

Do you understand?

-I’m going to take a walk?

-Sit down.

Soft music

Disturbing music

Soft music

What time is it? -11:17.

It’s early, isn’t it?

-It happens, wild boars too

must be disoriented with this heat.

-Do you know who killed uncle?

-Yes.

-Why do they want to kill you?

-For the money.

For power.

-Can’t you talk to them? Find a deal?

-There’s no talking with those people.

-The guns in the boxes, are they for revenge?

-Lesia, enough with the questions. -Last night,

you told me that you trusted me.

When are you going to do that?

-Tomorrow.

-Who’s going?

-Sté and Santu.

Oh, Lesia, it’s all complicated.

When I was threatened, I had to defend myself.

People say things about me, but most of them are false.

Do you understand?

-Are you scared?

-We’re all scared.

When we have our lives,

we breathe fear.

We consume it.

That’s what keeps us alive.

Heavy music

-He was a bit far away.

-A bit of wind too.

Next time.

*-Restaurateurs expressed their dissatisfaction

following the drop

in tourists estimated at over 20%.

The minister aimed to reassure and committed

to start a dialogue with transport companies

and provide a clear response to tourism professionals

by the end of the week.

We remind you of the main information,

a deadly shooting

that took place in the center of Ajaccio.

Two individuals on a motorcycle opened fire, killing two people before fleeing.

the scene.

The victims are believed to be known to the police.

We'll return to this in our 7 PM broadcast.

A short musical break, a journey into the past with Tino.

and we'll be back on Alta Frequenza.

*Corsican Lament (Tino Rossi)

Heavy music

-The cops are here!

The cops are here!

The cops are here!

The cops are here! -Where?

-Up there on the road!

-Oh!

-Get down!

-Lesia, stay here!

Lesia!

-Get down.

-Come back!

-Stop! Stop!

Stop!

-Oh!

-Are we bothering you?

-What are you doing here?

Come in, come in.

Honey, can you come here?

-I put everything on the bed. -Thank you, Pauline.

*'Africa' (Toto)

Soft piano music

-Hello.

My name is Marianne.

How are you? Were you able to rest?

-I'm good.

-Are you hungry?

Do you want some chocolate? Some milk?

-A coffee.

-A coffee.

With sugar?

OK.

I'll bring that to you.

-How long have you known my father?

-About 30 years.

-Why have I never seen you before?

-Because...

I traveled.

-Did you know my mother?

-Very well.

Your mom was quite a woman.

We have to tell you, you look like her.

You look like him too.

I've heard you're quite the hunter.

Do you like it?

What do you mean?

-I've never liked hunting.

-Why do you go then?

-To spend time with him.

-Who is replacing him? -A cop from Marseille.

We don't know him.

-Ghjasè and Petru?

-Possession of a weapon, obstruction of police.

They're not coming out anytime soon. -They will come out.

You tell them we're going to get them out, got it?

Marchini?

-How often?

If we want to pull it off, it's complicated.

-It's tough.

And not many places to park.

-Let me see.

-The Must closed down because of drugs.

We see less of Ocana's crew.

You already know that.

The kids from the plain have disappeared.

-What do you mean?

-The crew has vanished. They're no longer in town.

No one has seen them for three weeks.

Disturbing music

-Here you go! -Thank you.

Upbeat music

-Since when do you smoke?

-I don't smoke. I quit 20 years ago.

Are you hungry?

Sir?

-Sir.

-We'll have...

Two croque-monsieurs.

-Mmh? -With fries.

And... pizza?

A queen.

With... a Tropico?

-Perfect, thank you.

-What are we doing here?

-We're spending some time together.

-Stop. What are we really doing?

-We're waiting.

And we're spending some time together.

Upbeat music

-What's wrong?

-This music...

João Gilberto,

Jobim...

It reminds me of your mother...

We danced the bossa all night long.

In Maracaibo, in Caracas...

-Wasn't I born yet?

-Not yet, no.

You weren't in the plans.

You were our little surprise.

(The best kind of surprise.)

Do you remember Venezuela?

-I have some memories.

I remember...

the wooden house, the banana trees,

with parrots on them.

-The macaws.

And the monkeys that stole your pacifier, remember?

-No.

-They would come like this...

Tap!

It made you laugh every time.

I turned that house into a zoo.

We had leopards, crocodiles...

-Crocodiles?

Two little ones. They were injured.

I took care of them for a few months and then I released them.

Your mother was scared.

-Mom, was she happy there?

-Those were the best years of our lives.

-Why did we leave?

-We were forced out. We weren't safe anymore, and then...

You were there.

We decided to go back.

-How long did you stay?

-13 years.

Including three with you.

-Wouldn't you want to go back?

-Yes, my dear...

I would love that.

-So what? You have fake papers.

You can get me some and...

we'll go live there, and no one will come looking for us.

What?

-It would be nice if it were that simple.

-It's simple. We don't have to go back there.

We'll go to another country.

We'd have our own restaurant. We'd catch our own fish.

I would cook and even make cocktails.

Why not?

-Because...

I can't leave, that's just how it is.

I can't go to the ends of the earth when my friends are in danger.

My life is here.

My family.

My belongings.

Everything is here.

-You don't even see your family.

-You know...

I was 16 years old

when they killed my father in front of me.

When I buried him, I promised myself

not to return to his grave until I had avenged him.

The first few months were...

It was suffocating.

I had a metallic taste in my mouth.

I stopped talking to my sisters.

My own mother...

Wherever I lived,

I removed the mirrors so I wouldn't see myself.

I couldn't stand the kids laughing in the street,

the guys complaining about a ticket,

the old ladies talking to their dogs like they were their sons.

I wanted to cut their tongues out.

Every hour that passed, I thought about that.

About my revenge.

That was all that mattered in my life.

There were two who shot my father.

More than twenty were involved in his death.

It took me years to shape myself.

To learn.

To devise my plan.

When I took this path,

I never thought I would be a father one day.

I was sure I would die young.

I was taking on guys 30 years older than me.

Thugs who ruled with terror over Corsica,

and Marseille.

Everyone feared them.

I was just a kid.

I had the fury of the gods on my side.

I was indestructible, I feared nothing.

They took my father from me, it was impossible for any of them

to breathe the same air as me.

The anger of a child...

You don't realize.

You don't suspect.

All of human history starts from there.

Then at the same time,

I met your mother.

She hit me like a truck, she turned my world upside down.

She was incredible.

I didn't think I could fall in love at that moment.

She never asked me for anything, but she understood everything.

She accepted me as I was.

And so did I.

It took me 24 years to return to my father's grave.

24 years...

to hang a mirror at home.

24 years to have blood on my hands.

I'm neither proud nor ashamed of it.

I did what I had to do.

And today...

I'm paying the price for it.

You're paying the price for it.

And it hurts me...

It hurts me to say no to you all the time.

No to calling on the phone.

No to telling where you were on vacation.

No to picking you up after school.

No to staying with you by your mother's bedside

sick and dying.

And no...

no to going to the ends of the earth with your father

to start our life over.

No...

You haven't done anything wrong, my daughter.

You didn't ask for anything.

But the answer is no.

I hope that one day, you'll forgive me.

-It's okay, Dad.

Jazz music

- -

(Sweetheart, let me tell you something.)

Every morning that God gives us is a gift of life.

I wasn't supposed to survive past 20; now I'm 59.

It was impossible for me to ever know you

and you've been the light of my life for 15 years.

Do you understand what I mean?

Every day is a jackpot.

Every day, I win. You win.

We've already lived through all of this.

Your whole life,

you'll remember that it was priceless,

those shared moments in our kingdom.

-I know, Dad.

(-Come on, let's go.)

Jazz music

-Hello. -Hello.

Soft music

Heavy music

Disturbing music

-Oh!

With whom?

Jeannot, tell Santu to come pick us up tomorrow at noon.

You go back to the village,

you hide away and don't move, you got it?

-Oh! There, there!

Yeah!

-No.…

-Nice. Nice shot.

-Well placed.

-Oh, the Bretons are in trouble!

-Well, he has no choice.

-It's not going to be easy.

-OH!

-In pétanque, you can't be emotional,

otherwise, your arm shakes

and that's not good!

-You said it.

-Oh, the Breton!

We're not going to spend the night on this!

-Oh, dear…

-Oh!

-There you go!

Heavy music

-Hasn't Santu arrived yet?

Disturbing music

-Can I take your payment?

-Keep the change. -Thank you.

-Go to the back.

-Shouldn't we wait for him?

-He won't be coming.

Huh?

There you go, you can settle in here.

-Very nice place you have, Mimi.

-Your father used to play often

with this cross.

I often found it on the ground...

And every object here held significance

for him. -Mmh.

Where did he sleep?

-He slept there.

This house,

my great-grandfather built it.

There you go, I think you'll be happy here.

-Thank you, Mimi.

*-Here we go again with the inevitable back-to-school chore.

Buying school supplies at the big store...

Parents and children wander the aisles

in search of binders, pencils,

pencil cases, backpacks, essential for starting

the new school year on the right foot.

To help families with modest incomes

in this task, the back-to-school allowance…

Come on, it's time to eat!

*-… for families with only one child.

You must not exceed an annual income limit

of 102,049 francs.

-Look, you're going back on Thursday,

that gives you three days to get ready for school with Auntie.

-It's pointless!

You're going back to Auntie's, to join your friends

and get back to your life.

Don't push it this time.

We'll see each other again soon, I promise.

Did Mimi tell you about the river a bit further down?

We could take a walk tomorrow.

And at the end of the day,

we could have a little wild boar at the station?

There.

Too many people are behind you.

He's always around.

But he's hanging on.

And then…

it's hard to see clearly.

who…

-There… That's good.

It's just a matter of getting used to the gears.

Now, you're going back to sophomore year.

You steer away from the edge and turn right.

Turn right.

-I'm turning!

-Steer better. Do you see the trees?

-Oh, you just drive!

-Hey, Breton girl!

To drive in Corsica, you can't be emotional!

You can't give in to pressure,

otherwise your arm shakes, and that's not good!

Won't you tell me what you have in your bag?

-No!

You'll see.

-Oh, oh, oh…

Ounh!

Oh, po, po…

This is not possible.

Still this story about fishing with a bowl?

It's nonsense,

I'm telling you, you got played.

Soft music

-I think it's good. Almost a bit warm.

Who was right?

-I've never seen that! -Who was right?

-The time we're going to save for making live bait!

-Classy! -Instead of wasting hours,

we toss 3 bowls, and it's done!

-Of course!

-I never doubted you. -That's right!

-You're the strongest, my girl.

-Okay, go for it! Go!

-No, let it be!

-Come on!

Go for it!

Go for it!

-Come on. Come on!

Soft piano music

Heavy music

-You did what you wanted.

I never want to see you touch any gun or firearm again.

We'll take care of the others.

Are we agreed?

Soft music

-I missed you.

-I can make you something else if you don't like it.

There's some fish left in the fridge.

-No thanks, I'm not hungry.

-Didn't the mountain make you hungry?

-Yeah, but I had a late breakfast.

*-The older students have returned to middle and high schools.

The schools are welcoming more than 20,000 students this year.

This morning in Ajaccio, the middle schoolers visited their classrooms.

They got familiar with the premises.

Walls where soon will be written

the pages of their new life.

Soft guitar music

Soft guitar music

'Irene' (Rodrigo Amarante)