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THE RIVER THAT CARRIES US ALONG
Wish me luck, Pierrot.
Wish me luck.
I'll try to meet up with my mother at the cemetery.
It's been ten years...
Oh, just bury your father and be done with it...
Well, I'm off.
I will never understand what happened.
Morat, please.
One-way or round trip?
You do intend to come back, don't you?
One-way, I guess.
I'll get a ride back with some friends.
28 francs, please.
Ho!
Ho!
Simon!
Simon!
Hey!
Simon, I wanted to tell you
before the boss does.
I did what I could.
With all your hijinks, they don't take you seriously.
They picked Chabloz.
Tie your shoes.
Your attention, please.
The special train from Lausanne to Morat is arriving on platform 2.
CATEGORY
Oh, boy.
What a mess.
What the hell am I doing here?
Here, ma'am.
-Hello, sir. -Hello, sir.
Mr. Quincailler.
-Here you are, sir. -Thank you.
-Do you have a bag, already? -No.
50 cents, please.
7893.
-Are you Antoine? -Yes.
Have a good race.
Hardly Parc des Princes, is it?
Is this your first race here?
Yes, it's my first time.
Is it yours as well, Sir?
No need to speak so formally among runners.
I ran the race last year.
-Hello, how are you? -Fine, thanks.
What is your time?
55 minutes.
Oh, yeah?
One bit of advice: don't start too fast.
Here, put this on.
-It's not for us. -It's not for you.
Carl, you can come with me...
Is this where it hurts?
Here?
Now, let's do the shoulders.
-Are you taking drugs? -Shh. It's my secret weapon.
Amphetamine. This will help me get through the summer pastures.
I'm not even using it.
We have opened the gates.
We are heading to the starting line for the elite.
Make your way there, slowly. You have 35 minutes.
Your laces.
Oh, yeah, thanks.
Tie your shoelaces.
Quincailler,
when I hired you, almost ten years ago, now,
I had high hopes for you.
You were a university student.
I am sorry about your family.
I had the greatest respect for your father.
My priority, in a way,
His memory should inspire you, Simon.
You are intelligent.
I'm sure you will pull yourself together.
Personally, I didn't believe any of the...
...that were going around about the circumstances
of your father's death.
Well?
Well?
Chabloz got it.
It was political.
What does that mean, "it was political?"
Pierre,
can you leave us for a moment?
No, Pierre, stay here.
We can talk in front of him.
He has the right to know.
Close the door.
It's nothing.
My father will take care of it.
Well?
Why are you running this race, sir?
I am running Morat-Fribourg because it is
the top street race in Switzerland.
And I think it is the high point of the season for any runner.
How about you, sir?
I would say that I have always liked running
and that the Morat-Fribourg race is one of the best competitions
we have here.
It is always enjoyable.
And what is your record?
My best time, you mean?
-Yes. -One hour, eight minutes.
Do the women athletes scare you, this year?
A little bit.
No one likes getting passed, you know?
And you, sir, why are you running?
For fun, to get lost amongst the crowd
of people.
It is a commemorative celebration.
It's important to remember; that is all the motivation I need.
And for the fun of running.
Sir, why are you here?
We aren't necessarily running to win,
but to beat our own personal records
and achieve a personal victory.
I think there will be 7000 races within this race;
all running for themselves,
and maybe with some smaller groups.
Sir, why are you here?
No, I don't know.
-And you, sir? -I speak German.
Mr. Donzallaz, how many people are taking part in this race,
which is more than 17km?
We are expecting 7500 runners for this 46th year of the race.
Remind us what the record is.
It was set last year, in 53 minutes and 48 seconds.
How long has the race been taking place?
It has officially existed since 1933.
At first,
a sculptor from Bern, Mr. Flückiger, ran it all by himself in 1930.
He was passionate about history, and ran it in commemoration.
He wanted to commemorate the Confederates' victory
against Charles the Bold and the Bourgogne troops in 1476.
A victory that was, as you know,
of huge importance on the political level
with regards to establishing borders in western Europe.
Julien!
Ah, I was looking for you. Take off your sweatshirt, we're starting.
Calm down, please. We have your times.
How are you?
It's every man for themselves.
We'll stick together. Just follow me.
Don't start too fast.
Where's César?
He's starting in fifteen minutes with the old people.
You'll see.
When you get into it, it's euphoric.
-The drugs? -What?
When the drugs kick in.
Yes, it's a sort of ecstasy.
I'm feeling scared, for now.
No, relax.
Why didn't you come with us?
I had to stop to see my mother.
It's the anniversary of my father's death.
-Can I go piss? -No, I think we're about to leave.
Come on, let's go to the front.
In one minute, we will start the race.
You've lost weight.
There's no need to shove like that!
Yahoo!
Keep running.
Follow Julien.
Follow Julien.
Short strides.
Toes toward the front.
Toes toward the front.
Elbows at shoulder height.
Forearms sticking out from the body.
Rounded back.
Rounded back.
Look, isn't it beautiful?
Beautiful.
As César says each year,
"Look at this river carrying us along without mixing us up."
There are as many sources as there are people.
As many cemeteries as there are people, too.
You always know what to say.
Ciao.
Julien!
Julien!
-Julien! -That's enough.
"We'll run together."
"We'll run together."
Liar.
Some runners' brotherhood that is.
Julien.
Julien!
Julien.
Come have a drink.
Quit annoying everyone.
Give me a glass of white wine, cold.
Your wine is warm.
Julien, her wine's disgusting, isn't it?
Shut up or I'm kicking you out.
Come on, I'm just kidding around.
Who is that asshole?
It was just a joke.
That's the son of Maximilien Quincailler,
the former State Counselor.
-Maximilien the Pious? -Yes.
Come on then, gimme a glass of your plonk.
He doesn't seem to have inherited much from his father.
Julien is a childhood friend.
We went to middle school
together, in Saint-Maurice.
We were studying the humanities.
Give me half a bottle.
I'll pay you, please.
Julien!
He made me cry when
he played the trumpet.
Let's toast!
Then he suddenly stopped when his father died.
We never understood why.
Anyway, that was a long time ago.
Julien?
Julien.
Let's toast.
Sure.
We were small kids with big ideas.
Let's toast to the girl who dumped you.
Come on, forget it, Simon.
She preferred dancing, but you,
you were obsessed with soccer.
-Huh, Julien? -OK. Please, let me go.
Leave me alone.
Julien,
let's toast.
No, thank you, Simon. I don't drink.
Come on, drink, let's toast.
I'm telling you, I don't drink wine.
You don't run. I wouldn't force you to run.
Julien,
if you're a man, drink.
And you, if you're a man,
meet me at the stadium at 6:00 tomorrow morning.
Yes, at the stadium.
OK.
-Deal. -Deal.
Six o'clock, huh?
In two hours, I'm going running
with Julien and Nico...
You'd be better off going to work on time.
I don't give a shit about work.
No, go to sleep.
-See you at 5:00 tomorrow morning. -What have we done, Simon?
What have we done these ten years together?
At 5:00 tomorrow morning...
Stop it, you idiot.
Come on, Antoinette.
-Don't cry. We have... -I'm not crying.
We have Pierre.
Oh, yeah? "What's wrong with Dad?"
Dad.
Who is Dad?
Dad is a drunk.
Dad is an athlete, and he is better than Chabloz.
Because Chabloz walks the line.
Whereas I...
I have Pierre, I have Antoinette,
and the three of us are happy, aren't we?
Come on.
You and your Salvation Army routine, what a pain in the ass.
-I'm going running at 5:00 a.m. -Yes, you're going running at 5:00!
-No, come on, let's have sex. -Stop it.
If only you could do it!
-Any time. -Impotent, failure.
You're an impotent failure.
Come on, I want to put my head against your stomach.
I can't take it, anymore.
I'm going to put my head on your...ow, ow.
No, stop it. Come on.
10 years of not living, 10 years of hating each other!
And this violence. You're pissing me off, stop!
Go to sleep, then.
Go to sleep yourself, bitch.
Go to sleep.
-Go to sleep! -No.
-Go to sleep! -Careful, Antoinette!
This is not going to end well, Antoinette.
And we're going to wake up Pierre, too. Stop!
Oh, no. Come on, sleepy time.
So, Simon.
You kept your word?
And in this weather, bravo.
If we can take our dogs out to piss, we can take ourselves out, too.
Here are my friends, with César. Come on.
Hi, Nicolas.
-Hey, César. -Hey, how are you?
-Hi. -Hi.
This is Simon.
César, Rudy, Nicolas.
-Hi. -Hi.
Simon.
Wait, Simon. Not so fast.
Quit playing around.
Simon, wait for me!
Wait for me, I said!
Wait for me.
Goddamit. Come on, get up.
You started too fast, man.
Did you eat before you came?
Come on, get up.
-Don't stay on the ground. -My father!
Tell him to go home.
Asshole!
Come on, walk for a while. Try to walk, you'll feel better.
Nice and slow, there you go.
There you go.
Now speed up a bit so you don't get cold.
Speed up, speed up, but don't run, just walk.
Small, fast steps, like this. Come on.
Then you can start to run.
Heel first, roll your feet. Come on, do it.
Just try it.
Try.
Come on.
Simon!
Come on.
Ah, shit, shit.
You can shower after.
When you feel better, start walking again,
then try running, OK? But slowly.
Julien, Julien!
Wait!
Don't leave me, wait for me!
Wait for me, you assholes!
Assholes!
If you think I'm impressed by you all running laps...
No.
Losers, losers!
What are you chasing, huh?
Your own belly button!
You're running away, that's all!
Bunch of druggies.
Drug addicts!
Drug addicts!
-Your friend's a funny guy, huh? -Yes.
I don't think he'll be back.
He has to come back.
Make him come back.
-You think? -Yes.
What he was saying... he may not be entirely wrong.
Oh, I'm suffocating.
It burns, it won't stop.
Breathe for two strides. Through your nose. Come on, try it.
Then breathe out for two strides, too. Try.
Through your nose.
We're not much to look at, naked.
No.
But at least when we're naked, we can't hide anything.
It's our clothes that mess everything up.
They hide the most important parts of us.
Our bodies don't matter.
But if the engine has problems...
If only it could be our cars that gained weight, and not us...
Was it César who said that, or my father?
I get them mixed up more and more.
That's enough for you, Simon. Go take a shower.
Hey, hey!
To be someone, you have to keep to the white line.
Showered, dressed, numbered, vaccinated, masturbated, sodomized.
The white line.
Walk on the line.
Look out.
Simon Quincailler...
Maximilien's son.
Is your son eight or nine?
Almost ten.
How is your relationship with your wife?
Your sexual relationship?
I see.
How is your mother?
Fine, thank you.
I'm glad.
Give her my regards if you get a chance.
Your father...
I will never forget him.
Very few men have had such a luminous
influence on their fellow men.
I owe him a lot, myself.
And I enjoy surrounding his memory with a sort of...
it isn't too strong a word,
a sort of veneration.
I would like to be able to help you.
So, Simon, what do you want?
A prescription, or some advice?
What's wrong? You're breathing like before.
Is this stride OK?
Breathe however you can.
Breathe through your mouth.
I breathe through my mouth.
It's a good trick.
Try it a bit.
Are you feeling better?
What is my nose for, then?
Your nose is for smelling.
Can you smell it?
It's elderflower season.
And my eyes?
Good job, Simon.
You look like Zátopek.
How do your muscles feel? Do they hurt?
A bit. It burns here.
It takes time.
The muscles first,
then the breathing,
then, and only then,
the most important part:
here.
You can't stop before you get there.
You understand?
You understand?
Do you understand that there is something to understand?
Simon!
Simon.
Are you focusing my energy?
Raise your arms. Don't look so defeated.
You run like this.
Defend yourself.
Raise your guard, raise it up.
Raise your arms a bit!
Raise your arms, raise your guard. Higher!
-Defend yourself. -Ouch, stop it.
Defend yourself.
Shake your wrists.
That's good.
You see?
Running
is less of a brotherhood,
and more of a potluck.
You get out of it whatever you bring to the table.
It's like life.
Every man for himself.
Every man in his own stew.
I don't understand.
Why do you want me to be like you?
Not like us, anything but that.
I run with you so you will be different,
to help you find your feet,
so you can stop acting like a middle-class martyr.
You can't outrun me, yet.
-What's the meaning of this? -There is no meaning.
It's disgusting, your jersey is full of sweat.
Wash it!
I look like a pope.
No, you look like an idiot.
I looked like an idiot with my little jersey, Mother.
I looked like an idiot with my little jersey.
Simon?
Hi, Julien.
Take your gym bag.
And keep it.
Come on, keep it up.
Come on, keep up!
Simon!
-What are you doing? Are you coming? -Yeah, yeah.
We aren't sick!
We aren't sick!
We aren't sick!
We aren't sick!
Bunch of assholes!
Want to try this year's cheese?
Huh?
Do you want to taste this summer's cheese?
-With pleasure. -With the cheese?
Some red. A nice bottle of red.
OK. Coming up, ladies and gentlemen.
Today, ladies and gentlemen,
we ran at least ten kilometers.
Ten kilometers on foot It wears, it wears
Ten kilometers on foot It wears out your shoes
-Let's enjoy this. Cheers. -Cheers.
I don't like bragging runners.
As if it were an exploit.
It's true, running is a simple question of health.
No one brags about showering in the morning.
But at least this is cleansing. Even memories can be washed away.
Yes, obviously. Some people run to forget.
What you need, Simon,
is a kick in the ass from reality.
Cheers, gentlemen.
You're tiresome, you know?
I've had enough of your advice.
Enough of your holier-than-thou attitude.
Enough of your discontented looks. Enough! I'm going.
-Yeah, my friend's a funny guy. -What's his problem?
He didn't even finish his drink.
I cannot be saved.
And I don't want to be; is that clear?
And your Morat-Fribourg...
Simon.
-Hello, Simon. -Hi, Suzanne.
We worked hard, today.
We ran 400 m races, one after another.
For endurance.
Come on, another.
See, Pierrot?
Your father went running.
Where do they get their energy?
Some people are walking.
How do they do it?
Yeah, go!
Why are they here?
Hey, slow down!
Should we run together for a bit?
You know this is a piece of cake, huh?
I'm trying to beat a record.
And why are you running?
Oh, I don't know.
I like it.
And
my wife left me three years ago, so...
Ah, that's why?
That's why you run?
Why did she leave you?
You didn't fuck her enough?
Get out of here, asshole.
Stay, stay!
I'll be nice.
Stay.
And why do you run?
I don't know.
Some people know why. Think about it.
Some people are still searching.
Some people find the answer.
Well, good luck, then.
Wait.
-Wait! -Good luck.
You didn't even tell me your name.
And where do you live?
Wait!
Short strides.
Heels first...
then toes.
Keep running. Roll the foot.
I'll never reach the end.
What's wrong with my stomach?
I feel heavy.
What's wrong with my stomach?
My behind is starting to hurt.
More and more.
I'll never reach the end.
I'll never reach the end.
Everyone's passing me.
What unbearable silence.
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell are you all doing here?
What the hell are you doing here?
-Are you crazy? -Do you know why you're running?
-To get to Fribourg. -You're stubborn!
-Are you lost? -You're all so stubborn!
Hello, Simon.
Hello, Mom. How are you?
I wasn't sure you'd come.
Ten years, already.
I picked the flowers yesterday, at the chalet.
Has the chalet sold?
The buyer backed out. He paid the penalty.
It was to be expected, no?
I have a train to catch. I don't have long.
Is Pierre doing well? Is he getting bigger?
Does he still have your father's blue eyes?
You should come visit, and see him for yourself.
How is school going?
He skipped a year.
-Your father, too, had... -Antoinette is doing well.
I have a train to catch. I have to go.
Thank you for coming.
I will never forgive you.
It's time for my sugar cubes.
Shit, goddamit.
Shit, they melted.
My sugar cubes melted!
You know where you should put your sugar cubes?
Your sugar cubes melted, god damn.
Why the hell should we care?
Come on, man.
Simon- I've caught up to you already?
Your form is terrible.
My sugar melted.
What sugar?
I had some sugar cubes in my pocket.
My sugar melted.
You have sugar in your guts.
Come on, we're almost done. The hard part is over.
Come on. Raise your arms a bit.
Come on!
Shake your wrists.
Come on!
Let's go, Joël. Let's go!
César.
César.
-Simon, what's wrong? -César.
Answer me, damn it.
I can't take it anymore.
I can't do it.
Come on.
Yes, you can.
We'll show the rest of them that you can.
Bravo, bravo.
Faster.
-It's Simon! -Where?
Impossible!
You're running, now. Go, Simon Quincailler!
Did you bring your trumpet?
Come in, suck in your stomach, Simon!
-Hey, hey, hey. -Simon, phone call for you.
-Simon Quincailler! -Did you bring your trumpet?
Simon, phone call for you.
Phone call for you.
Phone.
Bravo!
Bravo, Simon. That was magnificent.
It was your mother on the phone. She hung up.
She said to call her back urgently.
I'll call her later. Can I have a beer?
You know I have an admirer?
Your father is at the chalet.
Something happened to him.
He isn't picking up.
I'll go.
I can't breathe anymore.
Through your mouth.
Breathe through your mouth.
Through your mouth.
I can't take it anymore.
I can't take it.
Hey.
What is the point of all this?
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
-Come on, keep going. -No, no, no.
Let's go.
Here we go, come on.
I'm going to stop. I can't do it.
-Come on, keep going. -Leave me alone!
Bravo.
It hurts, it hurts.
Me, too, everything hurts.
It hurts.
Tell yourself it's OK.
-I can't. -Quiet!
Damn it!
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Damn it.
Just keep going.
Good, keep running.
One foot in front of the other. That's it.
Keep saying it:
just keep running.
One foot in front of the other.
Keep running.
Keep running.
Keep running.
Come on!
That's it, good job. Bravo!
Keep running!
You are like my father.
Don't talk, breathe.
I'll never make it.
I'll never make it.
I'll never make it.
Simon.
Simon, look at me.
This is the moment, now.
Come on.
CLOSED
Is anyone there?
Is anyone there, damn it?
Is anyone there?
If you don't open the door, I'm going to destroy everything!
Is anyone there?
Are you crazy?
Scram. This is no time to be yelling.
It's very urgent. I need gas...
There are other stations.
I'm going to see my father. Something has happened.
Go or I'll call the cops.
Don't you understand that I need gas?
If you don't understand, I'll take it myself.
He's going to blow it up!
Beat it, OK?
Please.
Give me some gas; it's important.
Bring your Vespa over here.
Let's go!
-What proportion? -Two to one.
What is the point of all this?
You don't understand?
You don't understand?
Don't you realize you have all the power here?
Bravo!
I can't take it, anymore.
Dad?
Is anyone there?
Present.
FOR MY BELOVED FATHER
Come on, let's go!
Let's go, faster!
-Let's go! -Not so fast.
Faster.
Go on, faster!
Faster, faster.
Make him work for it.
Faster, faster, faster.
Go on.
It's there.
Make him work for it. Keep going.
Faster.
Did you bring your trumpet?
Not so fast.
Not so fast.
Pierre.
Pierre!
Pierre.
César.
César.
Don't you realize?
You don't seem to realize.
You have all the power, here!
You have all the power!
Let's go!
Tell me, what's wrong? Look at me.
Ahh!
I did it!
-What's wrong with you? -I knew it!
I don't know.
-I did it! -What's wrong with you?
Wahhh!
I did it.
If they only knew...I did it.
Yes, you did it.
-If they only knew... -Yes, you did it.
It's flat from here to the finish line.
We can lengthen our stride.
Bravo.
We can lengthen our strides a bit.
Let's lengthen our strides.
-How are you? -I'm OK.
Do you feel that cool breeze?
Why do you run?
Huh?
Why do you run, César?
So I don't get eaten.
I hear you play the trumpet in your free time.
I'd like to hear that.
-OK? -OK.
Why are you laughing?
It's the first time you've ever agreed with me.
What does that mean?
It means what it means.
It means that...
I am different.
Why would I be different?
I exist, goddammit!
I exist, goddammit!
My body is full of rivers!
My body is full of rivers.
Not the Euphrates,
the Mississippi, or the Amazon,
but the femoral artery,
the coronary artery, the aorta,
The aorta.
The aorta,
the aorta.
FINISH LINE
Let's go!
Let's go!
After you.
That's it. It's over.
How was it?
It was OK.
The new Ryffel.
You made us suffer.
The first finishers have set new records.
What an easy race.
Come on!
-Stop. -Come on.
Stop!
-What's up? -It's easy.
You started out too fast.
-Let's have a drink. -Sure. Where?
-You caught up with him, huh, César? -Yeah.
-Ah, the Sonnaz. -Up there, this time.
It was so easy. I'm going to take a shower.
-It was hard work, huh? -Yeah.
Oh, my God!
Ah, it feels good.
Rinn, number 443,
Rott, number 452, and Verner-Meyer, 362,
are catching up to the leader.
The leader is still running all by himself.
A new runner has entered the race, number 459.
Fritz Rufener takes second place.
He is in front of Rinn, who is going all out.
Dad, Dad.
You weren't even on TV.
THIS HAS BEEN: THE RIVER THAT CARRIES US ALONG
Melanie Kathan Subtitling: Hiventy
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