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Hello, Mrs Raviage.

Have a good day.

- I was leaving. - Can I give you these?

- I'll pop them in. - Thanks.

What a downpour!

Have a good day.

I'll try.

Your mother's estate represents one million euros,

plus her villa on the Riviera, worth 700,000 euros.

She donated her fortune, while alive, to a charity group.

So you inherit nothing.

However, there is a proviso.

Her estate will revert to you if,

within five months of her demise,

all three of you complete

the pilgrimage to Compostella in its entirety,

on foot, without ever separating,

using the same accommodation.

Should you wish to,

I'll introduce you to your guide

who has been selected by our firm and the charity.

Guy, would you come in, please?

Good morning.

I'm not a Christian.

Pilgrimages leave me stone cold

and if some old bats prefer the Middle Ages,

it's not my problem.

Plus, I'm in poor health.

I have an ulcer, high pressure and cholesterol.

So I can't walk anywhere, even for 15 minutes.

Man has invented machines

from the wheelbarrow to the outboard motor

so that we no longer need

to lug backpacks along.

Third point, I run an important company.

I work from dawn till dusk.

I have duties, employees,

homes, taxes, papers, responsibilities,

a social life, social costs!

So you can stuff your pilgrimage!

I've always worked for the Secular School System.

I've fought prejudice, priests, obscurantism,

pilgrimages and all the Church's underhand ways

of nicking people's money.

Now I'm supposed to drag myself to Compostella?

With my brothers to boot?

Have you seen them?

An alcoholic on welfare

and a success junkie!

Two months! What do I tell my employer?

I'm off on a pilgrimage?

Just when Muslim headscarves are banned?

Who'll take care of my classes?

And who'll pay my salary?

What about my husband and kids?

I'm the only wage earner at home for the four of us!

But seeing as how I have the roof of the house to redo,

my car to change,

the dishwasher and the encyclopedias to pay off,

I'll cancel our summer holiday

and I'll go on this rotten pilgrimage of yours

because I need the money!

Are there any bars...

on this Tomposquella thing?

I'm not going, I don't need the money!

How dare she force us to do this? How dare she?

She's forcing me to do it. I hate that!

Your sister's forcing you?

No, my mother!

My mother's forcing us with this rotten will!

Isn't she dead?

Even dead she does.

I won't go...

Now you've said you'll go, you have to go, don't you?

Yes, I have to go...

And stay in seedy hostels too!

But I'll stay in them

because I won't pay for hotels for those two leeches.

Don't drink too much, honey.

You drink too much.

You won�t drink when I'm away?

No, I won't drink.

Half an hour late, Dad.

I got stuck in traffic.

You don't drive.

The bus got stuck.

A whisky.

Make it a double.

Perrier and lemon.

Gran's dead.

I know.

You have to lend me 100 euros to catch a train.

I'll be rich soon.

I don't have 100 euros.

Ask your mum.

She won't lend you a quarter of a cent.

Can you pay for that whisky?

No, but let me explain. There's a will.

Your gran...

Mingo, where's the big backpack?

On the couch, I've packed ii.

I used the list. You still need soap.

I'll get some tomorrow.

Lucie, get the bread, please.

Want to take all this?

Lucie... Pierrot...

Okay, honey?

Along the Way

Thank you.

- Leave the mobile on. - Mobile on.

- My pills are in the pack? - In the pack.

- You're Pierre? - That's right.

- And your sister is... - Clara.

"Along the Way"?

Le Puy to Santiago. Camille?

No, Mathilde...

Excuse me, sir. Hello.

"Along the Way", right?

Saiid Keifa and my cousin Ramzi_

You're here. Good. Meet Mathilde...

Pierre...

Clara...

Is anyone else coming?

Yes, another three

Okay... And what are their names?

We have Claude, Elsa and Camille.

I know a Camille. We know a Camille, right, Saiid?

Her mum's headmistress at his school.

We know one.

Saiid, look over mere. That's the Camille we know!

Why are you here?

No reason. Just travelling.

- Okay, Ramzi? - Yeah, great.

We're on a pilgrimage to Mecca.

- Where? - Traveling too?

I'm doing a hike with my friend Elsa.

Elsa, this is Saiid

- The Saiid who... - Yes!

...Wanted the address for "Along the Way"?

I wanted a hiking trip company.

You had her number?

- Camille? - "Along the Way"?

That's right.

This is Elsa.

Clara, can you help me out till we inherit?

I ran out of cash for the train fare

so I took a cab for the last leg: 210 euros.

It's waiting outside.

I'm in the Shit. I'll pay you back...

Hey, if I don't come, you won't inherit either.

.Just 210 euros.

Give me 250 and I won't ask again until...

Read my lips.

Not a cent. You can go to hell.

Just a second.

Can you help me out? I took a cab and...

Here!

Take 250 euros!

Here's 300. Does 300 euros suit you?

Cut the crap, pay the cab and go!

Just go!

Here, I've got it.

- It was 2107 - That's right.

- There. - Shall we go?

See you. I have to go.

Bye. I'm going too.

Have a good trip.

We're with "Along the Way". He's our guide.

No, he's ours. He's going to Santiago, not Mecca.

- So are we. - Where?

Santiago de Mecca. You going too?

To Santiago, yes.

The chicks are going to Santiago de Mecca too. Cool!

Saiid loves you. He says you're hot.

Cut the crap!

Is Elsa coming with us too?

She's hot. This is cool.

What the hell's going on?

Here is Le Puy's Madonna

with Christ in her womb.

She's a black Madonna.

So? What's the big deal?

She has jungle drums?

Are you Catholic?

No, I'm not. Is that a problem?

Your religion's racism.

Mine's Islam, especially my mum.

Go to a mosque, in that case.

We're going. We're off to Santiago de Mecca.

For the new pilgrims,

I'll give you our blessing shortly,

after we get acquainted.

Introduce yourselves and say

where you're from

and where you're going.

Look at him with his handmaidens

The Catholic Church!

A huge club for paedophiles and submissive women.

They ban condoms,

causing 50 million deaths from Aids

but old Pope-y doesn't give a shit.

He wags his cross, rakes in the dough

and his bankers get rich.

Place your prayers in this urn

to be read at mass.

You have paper here too.

Then get your credentials from the sacristy.

Travel safely. God be with you.

A Nahu akbar!

Credentials cost three euros. Put down today's date.

What're you writing?

A prayer to say for me later.

Do one for me?

What'll I put?

Pray to help my mum pay her rent

because she paid for her son's trip to Santiago de Mecca.

Go on.

I'm asking for help with the month's rent.

Compostella is that way.

"Pray for me, my mother died. "Pray that my pupils will get by.

"Pray for my husband to find work because the dole

"will end up killing him." Well?

- No idea. - We strike out "dole"?

Yes, no politics. "Pray for my husband..."

Then what?

"Who is ill."

He's not, he's on the dole.

- Same thing. - Not yet.

Will be soon.

Just the start.

"Pray for me, my mother died"?

"For my mother". "For me" is selfish.

"Pray for my mother". In capitals.

Father Dumas is as blind as a bat.

"Pray Ramzi will write one day.

"Pray his mum can pay her rent

"after I took her savings to go to Santiago de Mecca

"with Ramzi.

"Pray she won't kick my ass.

And pray that the girl I love will love me loo."

Santiago de Mecca?

Odd...

- Bin it? - Bin it.

"Pray my cancer stays away and my husband ion."

Cancer, fine, but the husband...

No "husband"?

I hate doing this.

We can't pray at mass for a husband to stay away.

Maybe he's a moron.

Maybe he caused the cancer.

Maybe. So what do we do?

"Pray for me to get better, pray for my family."

- How'll you manage? - I need a backpack?

I gave you a list.

- You did? - Yes, at the solicitor's.

I gave all three of you a list.

Maybe...

I know I did.

It's a two-month trip. You have to have a backpack.

There's stuff you need.

Your shoes are bad enough...

They're great trainers. I've had them four years.

Got any rain gear? Or clean underwear?

Can't I get that on the way?

Claude, we'll be on hiking in the middle of the countryside.

You won't find many Woolworth's around.

Maybe someone can lend me stuff?

How come we're the only Arabs here?

We're not. Look at her, she's wearing a headscarf

Shouldn't there be more Arabs going to Santiago de Mecca?

No way! These days, everyone goes.

What's so good there?

No one pays rent, it's sunny every day,

life's good, you work a little, then rest, a lot,

everyone can read, even the dumb ones...

No need to tell me I'm dumb.

- I never said that. - You did!

I said everyone can read, that's all.

Maybe someone there can teach you.

Besides, who's bothered?

Who's bothered if a guy can't read?

My mum.

Robert, are you there?

Get a move on! Ask for directions.

It's the Compostella trail.

Hurry, I've had all I can take.

It's so steep...

Look at that idiot glued to his phone. That's my brother.

He's buying stock market shares.

Do you hike a lot?

Yes, I do.

But lately I've been...

Look at him!

Unbelievable! He wasn't buying shares, he was calling his chauffeur!

The sly devil's using his BMW!

I Saw you put that pack in your Car, blockhead!

A tiny backpack's too heavy?

You wimp! - Wait for me at the top.

Shut it, you fat cow!

Stop that!

Cut it out.

Get out of the way!

Let go of her. You're crazy. Stop ii!

That's enough! Cut it out!

You don't fight like that!

I won't be your guide in these Conditions!

Go ahead and sulk, but no fighting!

I have a group to lead here.

People have paid for that.

And no one messes around, okay?

What do we do about food?

Wow, you're in shape.

I guess... So what's all this about Mecca?

Ramzi thinks we're walking to Mecca.

We're not going to Mecca!

His mum sent him to learn to read.

He won�t learn to read in Mecca.

Exactly.

- Exactly what? - Exactly. We're not going there.

But he thinks he is.

Yes, but he's kind of... You know...

Retarded?

No,just naive, if you like.

He isn�t I could teach him to read in no time.

That would be great.

Why are you going to Santiago?

I know someone there.

Who?

Someone. How did you hear about this?

My uncle paid for us to come for graduating

Hey, Mr Guide!

How long have we walked?

- Two hours. - When do we eat?

In an hour.

No way! I want to eat now.

Want a rest?

- A drink? - Got a glass?

- Got water? - Have you?

- Yes. Why? - For me.

Know that hill earlier?

Who carried the water up it?

You, Pierre, you're strong,

nothing resists you, you always succeed.

I admire you, Pierre.

Fuck you. - Lend me a condom?

If you could communicate without insults,

I think we'd all appreciate it.

For 10 weeks... - I talk how I want.

The will doesn't say I can't answer him.

No, but answering isn't the same as insulting...

Nor my sister.

I'll belt you if you do.

I have today's lunch: rice salad with tuna...

- Watch it! - ."cheese, olives and a cake.

I'll pound you to a pulp, you prat.

We'll picnic in an hour...

Prat yourself. - ...In a lovely spot.

However,

from tomorrow on, you'll carry your own food.

Rule number 1: we carry...

...our own shit. - ...our own gear.

- Exactly. - Thank you!

You're a paragon of our educational system.

I'll note that: we carry our own shit.

Stop arguing.

Big mistake... Never give in with him.

He deals in vacuum cleaners.

He's going to suck you dry.

Manager's a stressful job.

- Who for? - For you...

I'm not a manager. I take it easy.

My brother Pierre is the manager.

I'm unemployed.

You were laid off?

I've never worked. I've always drunk.

An alcoholic living on welfare.

That's a pretty scarf. It suits you...

When do we see cows?

There are some beauties coming up.

They look like they have kohl around their eyes.

The cows wear kohl?

They look like they do.

- Will we see sheep loo? - Yes, loads...

Only natural, with Id coming up.

- What? - Id, at the end of the pilgrimage.

I don't know if they're used for Id but...

They are, my mum told me.

If your mother told you...

- I didn't know. - What's this about Mecca?

I've no idea. He got the money from Ramzi's mother...

Ramzi's retarded, right?

No, he's just a little... naive. He wants to learn to read.

He can't read?

Does Saiid love you?

- How should I know? - Is he still your big love?

Love? What is love? I don't believe in love.

- I don't have a dish. - So you don't eat.

Tell me, my good fellow, how long do we walk after lunch?

Four hours or so.

We're walking another four hours?

Seven hours today?

It's the daily average.

The daily average? Not for me, old chap.

What's the hotel like?

It's not a hotel, it's a hostel.

What's the difference with a hotel?

The price.

Look at the cows!

Beautiful, huh?

I don't believe ii, all these cows...

I'm short of breath.

It'll get easier tomorrow.

I doubt it.

Come on!

.Just one more hour to go!

Raymonde, are you here? It's Guy.

- How are you? - Good, thanks. And you?

The boys sleep downstairs, the girls upstairs.

Four girls and five boys. Is that okay?

Five boys, no. I only have four free beds in the boys' dorm.

One will have to sleep with the girls.

Can you tell him?

- I'll see to it. - Thanks.

Hello. The boys' dorm is full.

You'll have to sleep with the girls upstairs.

See you later.

Ladies...

I've brought some special cream for sensitive skin.

Mine gets really dry, you know.

I'll go and shower.

- Where's the soap? - You've got it.

I've got ii.

I'll shower.

Don't get the soap all mushy.

- No room. - Let's use the stones.

Good idea, the sun was on them all day.

Okay?

It's nice now.

No washing?

I don't have anything.

You've changed your scarf.

That one suits you too.

So, how do you like the hostel concept?

- We really get unlimited wine? - Yes.

Stuff yourself with bread instead of wine.

You're right. I may as well.

That's the only stuffing I'll get tonight.

Notice my brothers subtlety. A true poet.

Has everyone found a bed?

In the women's dorm. You could have booked ahead.

Sorry, hostels are first come, first served.

- Anarchy. - That's when he isn't served first.

- Shut it! - YOU first.

Are your feet okay?

- Mine are dead. - My back is hell.

- Is your pack too heavy? - No idea.

It should be a fifth of your weight. 16 pounds maximum.

Is mine too heavy?

No, yours isn't.

Could you step outside while we undress?

Of course, no problem.

It's okay.

Yes, I can talk, they're in bed.

I'm making tomorrow's lunch.

It's the first day. They're all worn out.

No, not too bad.

Although the brothers and sister fight all day.

How about you?

Damn...

How high?

You called the doctor?

The emergency one.

Don't panic, we'll find a solution.

I'm 300 miles from home... What can I possibly do?

It's not the same as usual.

I'm not letting you down.

Claudine, call Fred. He's around.

He can take her to the hospital for you.

Maybe his mother can look after Coralie and Pierrot.

Claudine, what can I do?

Don't yell at me. I'm doing what I can.

You're stuck with the kids but my job feeds you.

Call Fred, he's a good friend.

- Sorry. - It's okay. My kid's sick.

- What's wrong? - No idea. A high temperature

it's tough when they're sick and you're away.

You can come back in now!

- Lights out? - Yes, go ahead.

Just a minute...

Good night, everybody.

Quiet, let the girls sleep!

Didn't you do Belle-Ile with Fred?

No, I did the Ard�che with Fred. Two years ago.

He mentioned a Mathilde_ So that was you.

Fred's a good friend of mine. A great guide.

Yes, and good-looking with it.

Very.

Are you really a teacher?

Yes, of literature.

Do you know how to teach people to read?

No, I work in a high school, not a primary school.

Can't you all teach people to read?

I don't have the patience. It's a vocation.

A voc-what?

A gift. It's tough in some classes.

That's true. My cousin Ramzi has been in those classes.

- For dicsekcits. - Dyslexics.

Those who read wrong.

Some can't read at all.

That's right, not a thing. They can't even recognize an A.

If they see an A, they have no idea what it is.

It's a handicap.

Like Ramzi's mum says,

Ramzi has to learn to read. He has to.

But saying it is easy.

Doing it is tough.

So Ramzi can't read?

No, not a word, I swear.

He can't even read "exit" in the metro!

That's bad.

Maybe someone could teach him as we go along.

That's a good idea...

You, for instance!

No, not me... I deal with troubled kids all year long.

I teach grammar, creative writing,

the life of Rousseau and 17th century poetry.

It's damn hard but I do it.

And I get them interested.

But teach the illiterate to read, I can't do that.

We carry our own sh... cross.

Do you hike often?

Hike? Not often, no.

My first time. I'm not fit.

- Me neither. - But you're young.

- You too. - Not for much longer.

Why are you going there?

Me? To get my mother's money.

Mum was senile. Alzheimers.

She's dead now and, to inherit,

the three of us have to go to Santiago.

Your mum's dead?

Yes, a month ago.

Your mum died a month ago! You must be so sad!

I sorry I asked. I didn't know.

Shit, that's tough, losing your mother...

I can't even imagine ii.

- Got any water? - No room with the picnic.

Same here.

You chicks okay?

Stop calling us chicks.

Tough climb, huh?

No, you think so? Got any water?

Damn, it's empty. Ramzi, got any water?

Yeah, I hardly drink.

Carry on, I have to slip away.

Slip away?

- She's having a pee. - The slipper way.

Lost your fancy plate?

Excellent beans, old chap.

- Old chap? He's Guy. - What?

To act superior, try "my boy".

He's younger. And more handsome.

- Want a fight? - Want a tomato in your face?

Will you stop fighting? We can't have three months of this.

- It's getting to be a pain. - They'll calm down.

I put up with it 16 years, then I got out fast.

You're an ace at getting out of things fast.

Ask your wife and kids.

Leave my kids be.

Like you do. Except to borrow money.

Belt up.

That's a weak reply.

Try using that pickled pea of a brain.

- Is it some kind of match? - Shut up.

Stop this and just grow up.

Do the food and don't lecture us!

Don't talk to him like that!

Insult Guy and I'll see red too!

I didn't pay to walk with racists!

Didn't your uncle pay?

Who asked you? Got a problem?

Hey, I don't have a problem. But if I'm a problem, say so.

She didn't mean anything!

He was just saying it's okay. He was trying to be nice.

Racist is okay?

There are no racists here...

Really? No racists here?

"Old Chap, my boy, do the food." And you just sit there!

Calm down, girls, and have a nap.

Siesta time, chicks.

A PMT pill for your nerves?

Why bother to defend people? They only treat you like Shit.

He's for no-waves integration in a PC world.

Not quite, ma'am.

I've got three kids to feed.

I'm going, I can't take this.

It's all right. It's 'cause their mum died.

She died a month ago. They feel bad.

If you lost your mother, you'd have feeled bad too.

I lost my mother 20 years ago.

This is the desert. We're crossing the desert.

All those cows with kohl we saw...

I've been trying the slipper way but it's tough here.

- What? - The slipper way.

Keep going. Don't look.

You want to slip away.

- You want to slip away. - No, you do.

He murders the French language.

After all I've done for you.

- What did you say? - Nothing.

You said something.

What have you done?

- Saying I was a problem... - I didn't.

You shouldn't say that.

You shouldn't have said my uncle paid for this.

I didn't mean anything.

You're not a problem for me.

I took Ramzi's mum's money.

You shouldn't have done that. Maybe it was her savings.

It was to be with you.

What will we tell her after?

She'll rip my head off. I may as well leave

for Mozambique. Plus he won't learn to read.

You're in big trouble.

I asked Clara, that teacher, but she won't do it.

- She Says diskekcits are a vocation. - Dyslexics.

Two months with you, but you couldn't care less.

I hope it works. I have calls to make!

I can't go without a phone like this!

Don't worry, there's a phone booth at the hostel.

Is that the hostel?

Will we all fit in?

- We get dinner? - A good one.

Josette brings it up.

- Where's the booth? - Under that tree.

There's no phone booth!

There's a connection.

You didn't let me know, Robert!

I want you to set up my mobile office for me or... What?

Good hotels, everything's fine.

No, don't send me anything!

No, we don't stop off at post offices!

No, Mum, I don't need anything. I had to dump half of my stuff!

But, Mum, it's not material things I need!

I didn't get the message! You can't reach me.

There's never any connection here!

The cleaning woman called you?

She's at the clinic?

Why is she in hospital? There's no fever with asthma.

Where are the other two?

Why are they with Fred's mum?

And where's Fred?

He's at our place? Why hasn't he gone home?

Let your brother watch a DVD on Friday.

It's not your computer. It belongs to us all.

Put your father on. I don't want Lucie taking over the computer.

I'm okay. Yes, we fight. They're foul.

The days are long, my feet ache.

The scenery?

You think I care? I don't even look at ii.

Call Ramzi's mum. Saiid's credit has run out.

Mum, call her to say they're okay.

Go back to see her. Yes, now.

Leave me messages. Get going, Robert.

I have to get our meal ready.

I'll leave you to ii.

- Good night to both of you. - Hurry, Robert.

- Hello, Josette. - Hello, Guy.

- Are you well? - It's good to see you.

In shape?

- I've brought dinner. - Great.

Get your credentials stamped here.

Let's use the stones.

This is an A, okay?

Two slanting bars and a crossbar: A.

This a B, okay? A bar and two bellies.

B, okay?

If I put B in front of A, that makes BA.

So this is?

See, you can read if you understand that.

- I can't read everything. - You can.

This is the basic idea.

After you have C, a crescent moon.

C is "ke".

What does C in front of A make?

C in front of A?

C, Well "ke". We Call that letter C

but pronounce it "ke" with certain vowels.

In front of others, it's "se".

And in front of an H it's "sh".

Like Chicago.

So, C in front of A?

Crescent moon with two slanting bars.

That makes...

- Ca. See? - Okay.

Now, Ba in front of Ca, what does that make?

- What was this one? - Ba.

- And the other? - Ca.

What a jerk, you just said. That makes...

Gabe. Almost like casbah!

No, not Caba, it makes Baca.

The Ba was in front of the Ca.

Right, Baca...

What does Baca mean?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's just to show you how words are put together.

There was no hot water earlier!

That's normal.

Our electricity comes from the solar panel

that you saw when you arrived.

In fact, there are no sockets to recharge your mobiles.

They were right here!

I've lost my pills.

It's a disaster!

- Where are they? - I forgot them.

- Where? - On the trail.

How did you do that?

I ditched a load of stuff and threw them out too.

You ditched a load of your stuff? Too heavy, was it?

- Shut up. - Is it serious?

If I skip them just once, I'm finished.

Was it before or after lunch?

- Before. - You didn't take them at midday?

No, I didn't. I forgot.

What do you want to do?

- Go back. - That's impossible now.

. Why? - It'll be dark soon.

It's a four-hour walk.

Fine, no one gives a damn about me.

I'm off to bed.

Doesn't look bad for a finished guy.

What does he take?

Stuff to make his life bearable.

I don't want to disturb you.

There.

Shit!

It's you.

I'm not in a coma anymore.

I'm going home tomorrow. Roberts coming for me.

Yes, I'll say hello to the nurses you know.

I won't drink again, I promise.

Don't go, please.

- I'd like to go. - You're all I have.

It's so long.

It's too long.

I'll call tomorrow.

How about you?

16 and 17, a boy and a girl.

That's a great age.

You get on with yours?

We get on really well. We adore each other.

She lives with you?

Her mother and I separated a long time now.

- And you? - Same here. But not so long ago.

These posts are odd. They're beautiful.

Yes, they are.

- This is nice. - Yes, it is.

Life is rarely nice.

But this is nice.

I can't hear you, Robert!

She's out of the coma. Go and pick her up.

Don't talk, Robert, I can't hear you!

I can hear you a little.

We need a full assessment.

- Are you rich? - Yes, I think so.

Do you have a house in the country?

Yes, I do.

- How many cars? - Three, I think.

- Three cars? - And a 4x4 for the Alps.

- What Alps? - When we go skiing.

- D'you ski often? - In winter, yes.

Is skiing good?

- Yes, but I'd get bored. . Why?

- As a kid, I always had a key on me. - What key?

To our apartments.

Mum was never in. Only the maid was there.

You had a maid?

A Spanish housekeeper.

- You liked her? - A lot, she was a mother to me.

Are your parents nice?

They're separated.

But you're rich though.

Money-wise, yes.

She's a headmistress

So your mother teaches.

- But I don't want to. - Good.

Why?

Sorry, but I overheard your reading lesson.

Not exactly brilliant.

You'll turn Ramzi's brain to mush.

He won't even learn to read his name that way.

I was using intuition.

You can't really use intuition with dyslexics.

Okay, Saiid'?

No, I've got a blister.

Well, blisters...

You're not glad I'm here.

What? I am glad!

You don't give a damn.

That's not true!

I may as well not be here.

Come on, spit it out.

Spit what out?

You want sex, is that it?

No, I feel good with you.

Did you ask me my opinion?

Well, I didn't do this to end up with pals from school.

I'm just a pal from school?

For me, you're not just any girl.

I don't want to fill my head with complications, okay.

What's so complicated? I'm hot for you.

But I'm not. There's too much to set straight.

Such as?

You're invading my space! This topic doesn't interest me!

We'll lose the others.

.Just get off my back, that's all!

I'll get off your back!

But tell me what you want to set straight.

Nothing!

You said you did.

What am I? The battery driving you?

How are the reading lessons going?

Great, just great...

- Good, I'm glad. - Me too.

Saiid told me about your mum.

What did he say?

She'd love you to learn to read.

That's true.

She'll be pleased.

It's really hard for me, you know.

I'm not only dysclexlic, I'm dumb too.

- Dumb? - Yes, dumb.

There are ways of teaching anyone to read.

- Even retards? - You're a retard?

Ways like Camille's?

No, not at all.

Her way�s getting me confused. Don't tell her though.

I don't understand, see.

- I'm all mixed up. - Give it time.

No, whenever they teach me, my brain turns to couscous.

Do you have a better way?

We can try.

Don't tell Camille.

Did he talk to you?

And?

- He says he's hot for me. - And?

- And nothing. - You said you love him?

- Are you nuts? . Why?

I can't just tell him.

You've been in love with him for ages!

- You frame his love notes! - Bullshit!

You talked to her?

- Yeah, I talked to her. - And?

It's wild.

- She loves you? - Hold your horses.

You've loved her ages.

Women require patience, see.

I'm cool. I'm not pressuring her.

There's stuff we need to set straight. There's no rush.

You sure know how to handle women.

I'm sick of it! Stop!

Stop!

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay. I'm sick of this, I'm too tired!

I've lost my pills!

I quit. I'm going home. Goodbye!

Stop! Where are you going?

Where are you off to?

I don't want to climb a hill ever again!

- What? - I'm sick of it! I can't go on.

It's too steep. My heart can't take ii.

You can't leave. I'm responsible for all of you!

I'm leaving, okay!

It's steep, my wife's sick and I need my pills!

She's sick?

She drank herself into a coma!

I'm going crazy! No one talks to me and I'm beat!

Your hills are killing me!

You love us to suffer as you speed along!

You find it funny, you ape!

No, it's not funny!

I want to go home too!

My kid's in hospital, my wife's cheating on me,

and I'm going crazy with people so self-centered

they can't even see the beauty around us!

Are you dumb, Ramzi?

Are you dumb, Ramzi?

Are you dumb, Ramzi?

You're not dumb. You're not dumb at all.

I don't think you are.

And since you're not dumb, let's begin.

Can you speak No 2 French?

What's that?

No 1 French is what you use at home with your family, your friends...

No 2 French is what helps you get a job,

write, speak on TV...

Rich people use it to say, "We're better than the poor."

You need to learn.

I won't know how.

You're underdeveloped.

No, I'm not.

You're not?

Okay, you're not.

So you can learn No 2 French

to fuck the rich people.

"Fuck" isn't No 2 French.

Sorry, I won't use "fuck" again in our lessons.

I'm going to learn No 2 French

to bother those who say, "We're better."

"Bother" isn't as good as "fuck".

We need a word that's as good as "fuck"

but that's No 2.

To screw?

No, No 1.

To piss off? No good either.

That's good.

But it's No 1.

To upset, annoy,

irritate, aggravate,

torment, tease, infuriate,

anger, fight,

needle... There are plenty of words.

Which do you prefer?

- I preferate "fight". - Not "preferate", Ramzi...

I know, I was just kidding.

How does it go with "fight"?

I'll learn No 2 French to fight those who say,

- "We're better than the poor." - Right on.

What are you interested in?

- Football. - Okay.

What word do you want to read?

- The word "football". - All right.

The word "football".

It's not simple. It's English.

Let's try another word.

Corner.

No, not corner.

- Goal? - Now then, goal...

They're all English words!

Showing me you know English inside out?

I don't know English!

How about "boots with studs"? Will that do?

Want to learn the word "stud"?

How about Zidane or Ronaldo?

Let's try Zidane, then. That begins with a Z.

Z: the last letter in the alphabet.

- The alphabet is... - Zidane's first at football.

See, sometimes the last end up first.

Not that often.

Sometimes though. Once is enough.

- Enough for what? - To keep hoping.

- Hope sucks. - Fuck you!

What's hope?

We'll write it, then talk about it.

Hope...

We leave in 20 minutes.

What's today's schedule, Guy?

Walking, walking and walking.

When you get back, how will you show your mum you can read?

I want to write her a poem.

Dear...

Mum.

I see you

everywhere I go.

Lemon...

- This? - No, that gives you wind.

Chocolate...

Chocolate melts in the packs.

How about crisps?

Let me see.

Flavouring E621, anti-caking agent E551, citric acid E33O...

- Perfect for you! - We'll take them?

Want food poisoning?

- What'll we eat, then? - Vegetables.

There's not a single bed left.

- Can we eat? - I'm afraid not.

You could try the priest. He has a big place.

No, I don't have room for nine people!

How many could you take?

No one. I can't put you up.

Isn't this place big?

Yes, it is big.

It's late, we don't know where to go.

The school keys!

Use a classroom. There's water and toilets in the yard.

We can sleep on boards.

Lie them down on the floor.

- Can I sleep here? . Why?

I always sleep on this side, that's why.

Pain in the ass.

I'm hungry.

We're hungry. What do we eat?

Dried apricots

14 of them.

- A tomato. - I'll have it.

You can't sleep here!

- Hold the door, there's no bolt. - Hurry!

This is the only one that works!

Hey! Stop snoring!

I don't believe ii!

It's freezing.

Stop snoring!

I can't take any more. I'm too cold!

There's a connection!

I've got a message.

Mum can't reach Ramzi's mum. She never answers.

Can she keep trying? My battery's dead.

Wea...ther.

Weather. The weather.

The weather tomorrow, for instance.

Why's there an "a" in there?

You often get extra letters.

Okay without your pills?

I get palpitations.

You're walking well.

You hardly noticed that last hill.

Sometimes, you feel better without the pills.

Look. What does that say?

Drin-king wa-ter.

Meaning?

Meaning you can drink ii.

- I'm having a rest. - Good idea.

"To our son."

"To our son."

- Poor guys... - What?

They lost two sons, young kids.

These lost a baby. There are photos.

It was long ago and we don't know them anyway.

- Hello, Guy. - Father S�bastien

- Good to see you. - The hostel is full...

- and I thought... - It's full?

- How many in your group? - Nine?

Everyone wants to sleep?

Have you eaten?

It won't... it should be possible.

Bread salad and tomatoes.

- Yes. - We can help.

No. I'd be glad...

if you could help because, well..

No, Ramzi!

What are you doing with the dough?

Careful.

Your pastry cook is... pretty good.

What did Ramzi say at the cemetery?

He was talking about the dead...

Had you read the gravestones for him?

You didn't read anything?

So he read them!

- What? - He read the gravestones himself.

He can't read. I stopped teaching him ages ago.

He just looked at the photos.

- Want another? - Yes.

Thanks.

Where's Claude?

He was just behind us.

Mathilde, have you got any change? I can't seem to find my money.

- How much is it? - A double whisky, eight euros.

- Keep the change. - Thanks.

Goodbye.

- Hey, girls, any connection? . No. Why?

We wanted the match score.

2-1 for Marseille.

- I don't believe it... - Fantastic!

How do you know?

- Can you read? - No, not at all.

Well, a little.

- You can read a little? - I can just not read a little.

Don't tell Camille. She'll get upset.

Excuse me, is the hostel open?

Yes, it opens in a quarter of an hour.

Okay. Can I buy you a drink?

No thanks, I've just had a drink.

Is that your pack?

You can't do the trail with that thing.

I've walked a month already.

That's pre-war gear...

Where did you Start from?

I start here. The Spanish part's the best.

- The French part's good too. - No idea.

What time do you set off?

Around eight...

I leave at five to get to the next hostel early.

We take our time in our group...

Old folks slowing you down?

Young and old...

I hate groups. I see it more as a solitary challenge,

an endurance test.

Pack not too heavy?

No way! I got the latest, ultra-light gear.

Good idea. Mine was too heavy.

I had shampoos, creams and stuff. I had to dump the lot.

Girls... Creams and shampoos!

You don't need anything.

In skimpy shorts, any pilgrim would be glad to carry you.

Grannies are different but you...

How about dinner?

If you like. Why not? What do you do for a living?

I'm an executive. France Telecom. Company relations,

management of communication plans... Huge responsibilities.

- What about you? - I'm a student.

Good. Can I take your photo for my album?

If you want.

Is it time to go?

No, go back to sleep. It's not time yet.

Who is this shithead?

What time is it?

4:30.

You've gotta be joking.

- He's crazy. Moron! - What 3 jerk!

In the middle of the night...

The windcheater and the shoes.

Can't he shut his trap?

You could at least respect other people's sleep!

Who'll get to the next hostel first? Rise and shine, you idlers!

Lots of love, Elsa!

- You know that moron? - I don't know him!

Behind you, you have the French trail,

ahead of you the Pyrenees and then Spain.

Clara, Claude and Pierre, your mother's will stipulated

that if you walked to St Jean-Pied-de-Port,

you could stop here.

You've done that. You'll inherit now. The journey's over for you.

So I'll say goodbye and good luck.

Despite the fights, it was a pleasure.

You mean we've finished? We can go home?

- Yes. - We've finished the pilgrimage?

Yes, you can go home.

Fantastic...

No hard feelings?

Claude... Pierre, goodbye.

Let's get going now, it'll be quite a climb.

- What's up? - I'm carrying on.

- Carrying on? - The trail.

- Where to? - Santiago.

- But why? - I'm not stopping in the middle.

The middle of what?

Take your bus and your money and go.

You're walking to Santiago?

I feel good walking. I'm not sick now. I want to see Santiago.

It's only a cathedral. France has cathedrals too!

Take your bus. Get going. I don't need you!

Trying to prove you're better than us? That you do what Mum wanted?

Sure... .Just give me a break, will you?

I do nothing good.

My life is a disaster.

No love. Just a suicidal alcoholic I'm trying to help!

Don't I have the right to live?

Get off my back! I'm not trying to prove anything for once.

I just want to feel good with others.

Everybody loves you. Women love you.

What more do you want?

Camille, look... Some woman's given up already.

After just two hours!

Am I seeing things?

That's not a woman! it's my France Telecom guy. Incredible!

Something wrong?

I'm going back.

. Why? - A taxi�s coming to take me back.

- What happened? - I'm all white. If I talk, I'll puke.

This pilgrimage is shit.

Maybe you set off a little too quickly. It�s really tough at first.

This walking thing is for jerks.

Hey, isn't that Pierre coming up?

He's got Claude and Clara with him!

Okay? You're carrying on, then?

I am. I don't know about them.

We're carrying on too!

- A problem? - He's going home, he feels rough.

- Need anything? - No, I'm okay...

We'll be going. We've got a lot on. All the best from grandpa.

- From grandma too. - All the best from the jerks.

What an idiot I am!

"All the best from grandpa." I Should have kept my big mouth Shut.

Grandpa is totally wiped out now, like a real old grandpa!

I could be sitting on a train back to Paris right now!

I can't take it anymore!

Hey, Saiid! I think that's Roncevaux!

- Guy! Is that Roncevaux? - Yes!

- Yes, that's ii! - We've arrived!

It's Roncevaux!

Yeah!

- It's beautiful. - Another 500 miles to go, remember.

Come on, let's go.

- How much further? - 500 miles, he said...

That's a lot.

Mark your motivations on the form.

He only has six beds. He can't take Saiid, Ramzi and me.

- Why us and not you? - You need the pilgrim look here.

They don't like darkies.

Listen here, Mr Priest,

we've walked 500 miles and we form a group now.

Get it? Like brothers and sisters.

You don't part brothers and sisters

because they work as a team.

- What's wrong with you? - Belt up!

You first.

You can't part us from our darker brothers.

It's them with us, or no one at all!

- What was that? - He's making fun of you.

You piece of shit priest!

We're sick of moralizing preachers who act like pigs!

Franco's dead! There's no fascism in Spain now.

- What did he say? - My brother isn't always rational.

He can be a poco irrational. And don't tell me to belt up.

Let's go, I'll pay for a hotel.

I know a nice place, kind of weird, but trendy and wild.

It's another hour's walk. Is that okay?

Two days without a word. Are you sulking?

- Yes. - You are?

When you almost left the other day,

I felt like I'd been knifed.

My love for you surprised me.

I felt worse when I saw how happy you were to go.

You didn't show any sorrow at leaving me.

I came back, didn't I?

Not for me. I understood it all that day.

- What? - I've always gone after guys like you.

I've always been sick. Now I'm cured.

- Didn't you like our nights together? - I adored them.

There's more to life than sex. You want to die, I don't.

No news of my mum?

Camille's mum says there's no reply.

- Maybe she's sick. - Why would she be?

- She goes to the hospital sometimes. - She's okay.

Ramzi, I have to tell you something.

- I've been fooling you. - We're not going to Mecca.

No, but you've learned to read.

- We're going to Santiago? - Yes, it's their Mecca.

Clara says St .James was a bastard.

He was the matamore . Know what that means?

The guy who kills Moors. And Moors are Arabs.

He killed a load of Arabs like us.

I didn't know.

Think Camille knows about St James?

No idea.

- Think she loves you? - Yeah, she loves me.

- Think she likes Arabs? - Of course.

Why go to see the Moor killer, then?

- I don't know. - What'll we tell my mum?

That you can read.

All this wasted countryside is terrible.

It's bald land, sick.

Industrialists manage ii.

They visit twice a year, the villages are deserted...

- How are things at home? - Bad for me, good for them.

Fred has moved in. The kids love him, my wife too.

His advantage is he's around.

That's a big advantage.

- How are you holding up? - I'm fine.

- I mean,you've had it tough lately. - Not at all. I'm fine.

I saw you without your scarf. You're beautiful bald too.

Only 13 more stops.

Who saw him last?

I won't get him where he is.

Me neither. We've behaved lately but if I go...

Okay, I'll go...

Hi.

Here he is!

Our favourite guide!

Okay?

I'm okay. You're here for me?

Yes.

We wondered where you were.

At the bar... Always at the bar, me.

Bar, fucking, fucking, bar... That's living!

I guess so...

You'll be happy with her.

She's great in bed.

Well, bed... It was in the fields.

Uh-huh.

In the fields.

She'll be happy with you.

We'll see.

It's like the stones we have to throw at Mina.

See... it's all pretty much the same.

Hear that? That's the maniac at Manjarin calling to pilgrims.

Guaranteed food poisoning there.

I'm going, I'm thirsty.

- No, you're not going. - Why not?

Because it's not good for you.

- So? - So you're not going!

What's got into you?

This is it, Monte de Gozo, the Mountain of Joy.

Pilgrims would cry for joy on seeing Santiago at last.

They'd shout, ultreiia and suseiia , "ever higher, ever further".

This was built for the Pope's visit. Magnificent!

- That's Santiago? We've arrived? - Yes, we've arrived.

Ultreiia, suseiia!

Saiid, we've done it! We're in Santiago!

We're the greatest!

Call my mum! Tell her I can read and that we're in Santiago de Mecca!

Elsa, can you lend me your mobile?

The battery's nearly flat...

How'd he get up there? Are there steps round the back?

Hello.

Hi, Rouiia, it's Saiid.

I'm calling from along way away.

Can I talk to Ramzi's mum?

- The battery's flat, we got cut off. - Put her on!

The battery's flat. We'll call later.

- Is something wrong? - No, I'm okay...

- That's the hostel? It's ugly. - Looks like a concentration camp.

Wait! Aren't they the snoring Dutchman?

I think they are.

I'm not sleeping here!

- There's more than one dorm. - Too risky!

I'll treat you to the Parader.

I can walk 90 minutes to get away from them.

Get out your credentials.

Thank you, ma'am.

See you later!

- Here? - This is it!

It's beautiful!

Good night.

Good night.

"At last we spied the city of Santiago.

"We got down on our knees and starteted..."

Started.

"...started to shed tears of joy

"and sing the Te Deum..."

The Te Deum. That's Latin.

"...the Te Deum, but we couldn't

"utter a single word,

"because of the tears flowing from our eyes."

This is Fisterra_ it's the very end of mainland Europe.

Ramzi's mum is dead.

Saiid hasn't told him yet.

I have the papers. Your cheques are ready.

Your mother wanted you to come back here one last time,

to your childhood home, before it's sold.

"Ramzi with us."

"Ramzi's room is ready."

Subtitles: Ian Burley

DVD Subtitles: CNST, Montreal