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THE COMDADS

Martin Tristan. 16½.

Missing from home since the 24th.

Brown hair. Height: 5'10".

He takes dope, right?

No. Well… I don't think so.

Ever watch your son shower?

Sorry?

In his shower… to see if he has any needle marks.

No. Sorry. I don't watch him in the shower.

Is he homosexual?

I've nothing against them.

It's just to know where to look.

He was in love with a girl. Maybe they left together.

They met 2 months ago at an open-air rock concert.

A wild kid, very unsavoury.

Her name?

- Michelle Raffart. From Nice. - You know her parents?

I called her father this morning. He hung up on me.

Runs a hotel in Nice, the Riviera.

He strikes me as a weirdo too.

"Riviera."

I'll ask the Nice police to drop in on him.

I'll put the Juvenile Squad on it. Then we wait.

Think you'll find him?

We always do. Just like stolen cars.

But when?

- It's useless! - Don't be silly.

They ignore runaways. It's up to us.

- We'll see the girl's parents. - Leave it to the police!

"Just like stolen cars."

Your car was a mess when it came back!

- Mr Raffart? - Yes.

Paul Martin. I called yesterday about my son.

The cops came. Did you send them?

No! Well…

I told them my son may have left with your daughter.

My daughter's an adult. She does what she wants.

Why don't people get off my case!

We're worried about our son.

You can understand that.

I don't know your son. I never saw anybody.

Stop bugging me. Is that clear?

- I told you so. - He's lying!

- Look… - He's lying!

Make him tell the truth.

I won't fight him! We can't force him to talk.

- You're a bastard! - Hold on.

I hope you're treated this way someday.

- It's private here. - Maybe you can't help,

but you've no right to treat us like dogs!

If I were a man I'd hit you.

My plumber.

My leaking pipes need mending.

I have problems too. So screw you, lady.

Come on!

A private detective?

Mrs Bertaud's daughter had a good one for her divorce.

Want his address?

I did something dumb, Mom.

- What? - I called Lucas.

Jean Lucas.

You called him the caveman.

- Ah! - He's doing very well.

He's a journalist. Seems very happy.

Why did you call him?

To ask for help. I'm seeing him at 5.

Help?

If he'd been with me in Nice, my son would be home now.

How long since you've seen him?

I don't know… 17 years.

- Which do you prefer? - I don't want to hurt you…

Why should he help after 17 years?

Why bother about a kid he doesn't know?

- I'll say he's his. - What?

I'll tell him Tristan is his son.

Oh!

His name's Tristan and he's 17.

I didn't want to tell you. I kept him and brought him up.

- But why? - I wanted a child with you.

No. Why didn't you tell me?

You were so young.

Can you see yourself as a family man then?

I married Paul. He never knew it wasn't his son.

It's crazy.

Got a photo?

Yes. Yes, but…

it's not a very good one.

Something there, no?

- The nose… - No such luck.

It's his expression. When he smiles, he's you.

Got a photo of him smiling?

He's handsome. Very.

Why are you telling me now?

He ran away 2 weeks ago.

The police don't care and Paul isn't man enough.

I want my son back.

Ran away? That's a bitch.

I think he left with a girl from Nice.

I went to Nice with Paul, but…

What do you expect me to do?

Look for him. You'll find him.

You're dreaming! After 17 years, you tell me I have a kid,

then that he's gone, and you ask me to find him.

I don't know what to say.

He refused…

Never mind, it figured.

I remember him: selfish little brute.

You couldn't expect much of him.

He's not a brute and he's not selfish.

All right…

Let's drop it.

Want something to drink? I'll make coffee.

I knew another boy then…

François Pignon.

- Remember him? - Not again!

He was very sweet, very…

Always committing suicide?

I wonder what's become of him.

"I'm sick of this life that's given me so little.

"I leave with no regrets. Forgive me, all who love me.

"Farewell. François."

Hello?

Who's this?

Christine! It can't be! It's been so long!

No, I'm not lunching.

I'm not doing badly.

You're not bothering me. What are you up to?

Whenever you like. This afternoon, if you wish.

5 PM? Okay, I'll be there.

I could hug you too.

I'm glad you called.

See you later.

Christine…

He's 17. His name is Tristan.

I have a son?

You had my kid and didn't tell me?

I couldn't, then.

We were a complicated pair.

Walking out, attempting suicide.

You left, I tried suicide.

Well, I preferred not to tell you.

A son… Got a photo?

Yes.

But it's not a very good one.

Something there, no?

The eyes, maybe… He has your eyes.

Looks like he has black eyes, right?

Yes…

Yes, but the same shape.

- Black coffee again. - What?

He always forgets the cream.

That's not so serious.

Not at all, but… I just had a breakdown.

I'm fine now, but…

sometimes I cry for no reason.

The doctor said it was normal…

that I'll get over it.

Where is he? Why isn't he here?

- Are you okay? - Perfectly! Where is he?

I mustn't do this. You have problems too.

Stop it! I have no problems. Where's my son?

He ran away.

I wanted help, but if you can't…

You thought of me. Great!

Of course! I'm the father! I forgot.

I'm so happy! Waiter!

Terribly sorry.

Sorry. The bill, please.

I'll help you find our son.

- You're sure you can? - Yes. I'm absolutely fine!

It means going to Nice. OK?

Sure! We're in luck!

I've no job, no wife, I hate living with my mother,

no plans, no future… It's all screwed up!

Great, isn't it?

- The casino war's on again. - I know.

- Who's going? - Dubois.

It's not his style.

He didn't do a book on it. The Riviera hoods don't hate him.

The hoods don't scare me.

- Let me cover it. - And get shot?

Who'd care? I have no wife, no kids…

I'll beat the mob.

Bet you a case of champagne. Order it now.

I'll order a wreath.

I can give you number 12.

- Or 6. - Is the boss here?

He's busy. Is it urgent?

- No. I'll see him later. - 6 is quieter.

Yes!

Hi, Verdier!

A louse like you in a posh hotel!

You've got a nerve, showing up here again!

My book's a hit. I'll do a sequel.

Sure, your last instalment!

Are you all right?

Cheers!

- Work? - No, looking for a girl.

I called four: all busy. I can't eat with you!

I'm busy too. I'm on duty.

Call in at HQ, I'll buy you a sandwich.

Isabelle…

Pity she's not free.

Madagascar Indian. A doll!

- She's tomorrow. - You'll do all right.

No family, a girl in every port.

You really lucked out!

I pinched that, so bring it back to me.

- Thanks. - Don't get killed.

I won't. Rossi will try to buy me first.

Take the money and run.

Bye, Verdier. Thanks for coming so fast.

Hello?

She's out. Who's calling?

She'll be back later. What's it about?

I'm an old friend. I heard about your son.

I'm in Nice. Maybe I can help.

- The boss wants a chat. - I don't.

He has a proposition for you.

Rossi's propositions don't interest me.

Yes?

- Mr Raffart? - One second.

Do you know this boy, Mr Raffart?

Who are you?

His father. He ran off with your daughter.

- His father? - Heard from them lately?

His father came here.

No, you didn't see his father.

Just the guy who raised him. I'm his real father.

- Well? - Like I told the other one…

get off my back with this business.

You going to keep bugging me?

Don't get mad.

I talked to the cops. I don't want to be bothered!

I've work to do. Get out!

- Hello? Who's calling? - Give me that!

- The plumber. - Beat it, you!

Hang on. I'll put him on.

Sorry, he's busy. Any message?

- Wait, here he is now. - Help!

He's gone again. Bad luck!

Say something. Make him happy.

He came.

- What? - Your son. He came…

with two other guys and my daughter.

They slept here one night then I threw them out.

Why didn't you tell his mother?

They had stolen goods with them. Must have broken into a store.

Radios, tape recorders. I should have told the cops,

but I don't want trouble.

So I told everyone I haven't seen them.

- Where are they? - I don't know.

Try a little harder!

- My wife… - Yes?

Maybe she's seen them.

She has a service station on the Cannes road.

The Agip station.

- What is it? - Mr Raffart?

Sorry, but maybe you could help me.

Ever seen this boy?

Who are you?

His father.

He ran away with your daughter, it seems.

Something wrong, Mr Raffart?

- How many fathers does he have? - What?

I see! The father you met isn't the real one.

The one who fathered the child is me.

Not answering?

Sorry. That guy's nuts!

What's going on?

I ask a question, he hits me with the phone.

- He's mental! - You OK?

My son ran away. I have a right to enquire.

I'll go to the police!

- Your son ran away? - Yes.

- That idiot broke my jaw! - Mine too.

No kidding?

They must be together. How old's yours?

- Sixteen. - Mine too.

- Pignon. - Lucas.

- Delighted. - Me too.

- Let's discuss our kids. - Gladly.

You might knock.

- You want us to knock? - No.

No, I know. You're that kid's dad too.

Everyone's his dad!

Give me back that phone. It wasn't made for that.

He said they stole things from a store.

Radios, tape recorders…

- Oh gosh! - Yes.

I think our kids are taking a wrong turn.

What'll I tell his mother?

That's how I feel!

Poor Christine. It's been rough on her!

She's called Christine? That's funny. Mine too.

Poor Christine…

I neglected my kid.

Same here. Sad to say.

They need us.

Especially mine. He's a dreamer.

I was the same at his age. Moody, alienated.

I wrote poetry.

He went one better. He had the guts to leave.

He's me, but less uptight, more free.

Mine's a little brute.

Strong as an ox, a fighter. Just like I was.

Couldn't stay still.

When I found out he'd run away,

I said "That's my boy!"

My dad gave me this watch when I was 18.

He got it from his dad. I'm giving it to him.

I'll get him a job at the paper. Trainee.

Working will do him good.

I'll help him.

I'll take care of him now.

I'll take care of him too.

We'll never be alone again, neither of us.

- Here. - Thanks.

- Any news? - Not much.

Some guy called. Lucas.

- Jean Lucas. From Nice. - What about?

About Tristan. Who is he?

Just a guy I knew a long time ago.

Oh dear!

Meeting you was a big help.

It's good our sons are buddies. It'll be easier to find them.

- Great car. - An extravagance.

I'm running it in. It's a BMW.

It's gorgeous.

- I'd have had metallic grey. - Not me.

- We're out of gas. - What?

We're running out of gas.

We're out of gas?

We're going to a gas station.

That's not why.

I sometimes get depressed and cry.

I'll snap out of it. Don't worry.

Fill her up, please.

I want to check it out.

No point.

Lucas isn't married and has no kids.

This is a trick.

And the other guy?

Another nosey reporter, I'll bet.

She won't be easy.

- You reckon? - I'm sure.

Anything else?

- You're Mrs Raffart? - Yes.

- Your husband called? - My husband?

He told us to come. I'm Lucas. My son ran away.

Pignon. So did mine.

They were at your husband's with your girl.

We split up 15 years ago.

Heard from your daughter lately?

No.

- I want my son back. - Me too.

Your daughter can help us.

I don't know where she is. You owe me 300 francs.

- There. - Maybe it's true.

I doubt it. But how do we make her talk?

What if you cried a bit?

- What? - Maybe tears will soften her.

- What, now? - Yes.

- I can't. - What about the gas?

I can't cry on cue.

If you don't, she won't talk. Let's go!

Wait.

I'll try.

- Hurry! - What do you mean!

I have to think of something sad.

Let's see…

What's the matter?

I've been crying for months. Driving people nuts.

And when I have to…

My father's funeral. It was so sad!

Makes me cry every time.

Not this time.

The jerk slapped me!

We might as well leave. Here she is.

Sorry. I haven't had this much fun in ages!

I'm crying with laughter!

Your tank's full. You can leave.

Come on, Pignon.

I need a tissue.

What's up with him?

He's very upset.

Calm down. Easy, now.

- He's crying? - Of course he's crying!

Come on.

His son ran away and you won't help him!

My daughter might get into trouble with the police.

We won't tell the police. You have my word.

- Know the Video Flip? - No.

A kids' hang-out, with video games.

She's always there. I'll get you the address.

I must have met your sons, what do they look like?

Do you have a phone?

Yes?

It's you! I called, but you'd left. Look…

Listen, I'm short of change.

I'm with Pignon. He says he's your son's father.

I can explain…

No! Just answer one question:

Who's the father? Your husband, Pignon or me?

I don't know!

Just get my son back. It's all I ask!

I knew all three of you then. It may be you, Paul or Pignon.

We'll settle it later. Get him back!

You don't know who the father is?

Screw the kid! I came here for my paper!

I'm busy!

He was a passing interest.

Leave that bloody seat belt alone!

I like my bachelor life.

Who needs kids?

Suits me. I'll take this one.

I loved her and she was dating two other guys!

- And what guys! - Thanks.

Some nerve!

Hello.

You know him?

Why?

- He ran away from home. - Are you cops?

- No. He's my son. - No. He's my son.

His mother sent us.

- You owe me 1000 francs. - What?

Those creeps smashed my window.

- They were spaced out. - They?

Bunch of crazies. I don't know what they were on…

I'm not insured, so pay up.

- You're sure? He was there? - As high as a kite.

I have a kid too.

He doesn't stay out late and get stoned.

Keep an eye on your brat.

- Screw you. - Don't argue.

Don't lecture me.

Kids stay out to play your dumb games!

You'll get the beating your son deserves.

- Yeah? - Gentlemen, please…

I was on the army boxing team.

I bet his windows are insured.

- Where do we find him? - I don't know!

In the St Paul district.

Try there.

He's on dope!

A good hiding will straighten him out.

- Were you a marine? - You're a liberal!

Respect his personality

or he'll develop a block.

Block, my ass!

Why did that guy sock you?

To find his son.

He has no son! What did he want?

I'll leave my car here, it's safer.

Don't slam the door. You'll damage it.

Think he's in there?

Nobody's here.

Shall we go back up?

No, wait.

What is it?

Can you help us find someone?

Fuck off!

Do the marines smash the door?

- There are other ways. - Go ahead.

Got 100 francs?

Fuck off!

Try sending a dozen roses.

- What would you do? - This.

We're looking for him.

The "Rocker's". A roller rink.

They often go for the food. Rocker's, Canal Road.

For the door.

Christ!

I'll kill the guys who did it!

I don't see him.

Chick at the bar…

Could be his girlfriend.

We're in for trouble.

- Why? - Ugly bunch.

I'll take care of it.

What?

I was a school teacher. I can handle kids.

- Leave it to me. - Pignon!

- You'll get killed. - I can handle it.

Stay out of it, and there'll be no fight.

Hi, kids!

How's tricks?

Bitchin' music!

What a beat!

Far out!

Can I talk to you?

Your mom sent us.

Come on. No rough stuff.

Want a drink?

I said no rough stuff.

What are you doing?

Really!

That's very funny.

Eat it.

We're looking for a young man: Tristan.

- You know him? - Who?

- Tristan. - He's upstairs.

Upstairs!

Get rid of the jerk. He's been bugging us for a month!

The stairs outside!

- He's up there. - I heard.

Stop eating that thing!

See? No rough stuff.

Take him away.

He left with you?

Yeah, but that's all over. I'm with Stephane now.

Tristan won't let go of me.

He got drunk on beer. Can't take it.

When he passed out, we put him up here.

Take him to Paris or Stephane will murder him.

Tristan.

Tristan.

Don't waste your breath. He's out.

- That's not how I saw him. - How does he strike you?

- And you? - Not much, is he?

No, not much.

He's weird-looking.

- A bit like you. - Not at all.

- He's waking up! - No.

- Poor little fella… - Tough break.

First time I got drunk, it was over love.

- Really? - Stayed drunk three weeks.

He did the same.

- We react alike. - Doesn't prove a thing.

Okay. I only said we had things in common.

Like what? You're both drunks.

If every drunk was your kid… you'd have quite a family!

You're starting to get on my nerves.

Right.

- Let's get him out of here. - How?

- Something wrong? - No, no.

My son! Drunk!

He weighs a ton!

He's well-built. Small, but solid.

Built like me.

No, he's fine-boned. You have big bones.

- Oh? - Look at his wrists.

Look at that!

- He attempted suicide! - What a jerk!

No. You don't understand.

He's sensitive, like me.

I took up suicide at his age.

- You're no good at it. - My poor boy.

He needs sleep. Like me.

Early start tomorrow.

Go to bed. I'll take care of him.

I have to sleep on the sofa.

Ridiculous.

- When did she see you? - What?

His mother. What day was it?

- Wednesday. - Then I'm his father.

- Why? - I saw her on Tuesday.

The day before.

She came to me first.

As I wasn't available, she went to you. It's obvious.

Would you pick a guy like me to find your runaway son?

- What? - Would you pick me?

No chance!

Then why did she pick me?

Because I'm his father. It's obvious!

Lucas!

He's waking up.

- What'll we say? - Nothing.

We'll get him home and then we'll see.

- Hello. - Hello.

Want some coffee?

It'll do you good.

I'm an old friend of your mother, Tristan.

François Pignon. Call me François.

I'm Jean. I'm also an old friend of your mother.

Coffee for three, please.

We told her we'd found you. She's ecstatic.

We brought you to the hotel last night.

- You the police? - No!

Friends of your mother.

She'll tell you in Paris.

You came to St Paul and kidnapped me?

No, you were asleep. We didn't want to wake you.

Don't be afraid.

We're just returning you to your folks.

- Open the door! - Don't shout.

If you're not police, what right do you have to keep me here?

Why are you mixed up in this?

- Because I'm your father! - Hold it there.

I don't quite agree.

We decide not to, and you tell him!

Sorry, I don't agree.

I said it because he wants to take off.

Then tell him I'm his father. It's just as likely!

Why should I say that when it might be me?

Find a phrase. I don't know. Say: "We're your father."

What's all this crap?

Yes…

- Maybe we should tell him. - Yes…

Right.

You're old enough to understand.

I met your mother 17 years ago and I may be your father.

But there's a problem:

I may also be your father.

Yes.

Who is it? It's his father.

Oh dear!

Yes, he's awake. I'll put him on.

He just left. Call you back!

You have quite a son!

My son? That's what you say.

I'm not chasing after him.

- I've got work. - I'll do it.

- Alone? - Yes.

He'll be going back to danger.

They'll make you eat your shoe.

They won't. I'll fight. I'll get my son back.

- My son. - Sure…

Mr Lucas, telephone.

I'll come with you.

- I don't need you. - I'm coming anyway!

Dimwit…

Jerk…

- Where are you going? - To the john, okay?

But…

- What's this? - I'm off to Nice.

I look like a fool.

He walks out on us and you send 2 idiots to find him.

If you get involved, he'll resist more.

What did I do to him?

I raised him well. He had everything he wanted.

He was a lousy student, stayed out late.

Face the facts!

Those guys have it made!

He gave me 16 years of hell…

and now they smell like roses. I'll trade any day!

Two guys with razors in the john!

Look what they did.

- Call the police! - Come on.

- What were they like? - Horrible!

Ruined my suit and commented on my nose.

Your nose?

"Keep your nose clean."

I know no one here. Keep my nose clean?

- This is my only suit. Police! - Take it easy.

I know the cops here. I'll do it.

Here.

Wear that for now. It may be a bit big.

- Seen Michelle? - No.

Something wrong?

Guess what. I got kidnapped.

I swear, two guys!

A big hunk and a real weirdo.

I thought they were cops.

The big one said he was my dad.

Then it got crazy.

The other one said he was my dad too. But I got away.

You dressed?

- I look idiotic! - No, you don't.

The kid will think I'm ridiculous.

He won't even notice.

They didn't even take my wallet!

Why me?

- Hello. - Hello, Mr Lucas?

It's Jeannot. I've something interesting for you.

Come to the casino.

I'll be here. Hurry, it's worth it.

Very good.

It won't take a minute, I tell you.

This car depresses me.

Lucas! He's been gone 2 hours.

You may be his dad but don't act like his mom.

I'll be back.

The other snoop's still there.

You didn't say there were two.

Now who's parked there?

- He'll be right back. - Can't you read? "Garage exit"!

Move it! I'm in a hurry!

Move that goddamn wreck!

Shit, the BMW!

Lucas?

Lucas?

We're taking you to see Mr Rossi.

Lucas?

Lucas?

It's not my fault. I couldn't help it!

Don't touch me. Here's a tip.

Rossi was protected by Couderc.

- What's that worth? - What?

I've had it. I have to split. What'll you pay me?

I'm sorry, I don't have any money.

You bastard.

You fooled me. Bastard!

Now I have to kill myself.

Beat it!

You're a depressive.

What?

So am I.

François Pignon.

Forty-eight hours ago, I had a gun in my mouth.

Tell me your troubles. It'll do you good.

- Are you putting me on? - No.

I can help you, if you tell me more.

More?

What more can I say?

Yes, wait…

I've got something.

It'll blow everything sky high.

Very good.

- Good. - But I'll need help.

Where can I reach you?

We've had a little problem.

What happened this time?

It suddenly took off. You forgot the handbrake.

- I did? - What else could it be?

Let's go.

It's running.

Quite a car.

- How did it go? - So-so.

I chatted with a depressive.

There are so many these days.

Where's Michelle?

- You're back? - Where's Michelle?

- I'm asking you! - Touch me again and you're dead.

What's going on?

- Do something! - Don't move!

If he's my son, he'll do okay.

If he's mine, he won't!

They'll kill him!

Don't, you'll make a fag of him!

Cut the macho crap.

Don't call me macho, egg-head!

Pignon?

You okay?

Nice going, kid!

Tristan, you okay?

- Tristan? - My arm…

Stop pacing. They said it wasn't serious.

I don't know them. I won't leave with them.

Sorry…

- You want your parents to come? - Or the cops?

OK. But I won't go home.

Are you family?

- Maybe, yes. - Maybe?

Yes, we're family. Come on.

Please.

Who are you?

You see, doctor… Long ago, when this lad's mother was a girl…

- OK. I'm his uncle. - Me too.

Is that true?

Yes.

I won't go back to my parents in Paris.

Let's grab a bite. I'm hungry.

They really did a job on it. Get in.

I'm splitting.

Thanks for everything.

Alone, with a broken arm…

No mates… Where are you going?

My dad bugged me for 16 years. Don't you start.

He's in love. What can we do? Nothing.

He has to come back on his own.

Go back to Paris, I'll finish my piece

and we'll let him be. OK?

Before my breakdown, I was a teacher.

- Those kids wore me down. - So?

They were rough street kids.

They called me "the turd".

I swore off kids for life.

Then this one shows up. I feel reborn.

I don't care if you're right.

I'm going after him. I need him.

Let him turn me down.

Quit following me.

Not while you're unhappy.

I won't annoy you or speak to you.

I'll wait outside if you want.

Why bother?

This father business is a gag.

Maybe.

Get out of here, now!

Fuck you.

In 5 seconds, I'll break your other arm.

No violence, please.

One…

- Two… - Let him be. He's hurt.

Still hungry?

He tried to bean me!

Guys, he tried to bean me!

You tried to bean me?

He did it again!

It's not like that.

There's an art to beaning. You're doing this…

The power comes

from here. - Listen, grandpa!

There!

What is it now?

What's the matter?

Come here, you.

Come here!

You dumped him and he doesn't know it.

Spell it out.

It's over. That's how it is.

We're through.

Let's go, kid.

- Get lost! - Come on.

Let's go home.

I smashed your car.

- What? - It was parked in St Paul's.

What's this?

It was shiny new. The whole gang busted it!

Don't listen. He's needling you.

I swear by my three fathers!

I smashed it yesterday with a crowbar!

With a crowbar.

Don't hit him. His arm's broken.

Let's go or I'll get mad.

Come on, kid.

Sleep here. We'll decide tomorrow.

Don't cry. Men don't cry.

Cry, it'll do you good.

Let him rest.

Don't rattle him. Leave it to me.

Hello.

It's Jeannot.

Hi there. Are we feeling better?

Warehouse St…

In the phone booth…

Come quick…

Hello?

Hello?

- Hello? - Who is it?

- My depressive. - What?

The guy I met this morning.

Really?

He sounds sick.

I can't abandon him. I know.

I've been there.

Once a garbage man saved me.

I really wanted to die. I had to talk to someone.

- He'd come for his Christmas gift. - Some gift.

- You know Warehouse St? - Stop playing the good fairy!

I must go. I'll be back as soon as I can.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Want a drink?

I have to get out of here. I need air.

It's hard with one hand.

Do what you want. We'll discuss it later.

Research. I'm a reporter.

It's a good life.

We'll discuss it later.

That's Rossi. I wrote a book on him.

He didn't like it.

That's Couderc, the MP.

He's covering that bastard. If I can prove it, I've got them.

So my mother had three guys at once.

At once is going too far.

So who's my father?

In any case,

your mother's a good person.

She was good to a lot of guys.

- Don't judge people. - I'm glad.

She had fun before marrying that creep.

Wait for me.

Not in this neighbourhood.

That's 40 francs.

Thanks.

I can do it.

Hurry.

I have to meet a cop, for my report.

- No, thanks. - I have a plan.

To get you a job at the paper.

Hello?

- Lucas? He's dead. - What?

My depressive. He killed himself!

- Where? - Warehouse St.

I called the cops. They haven't come.

You gave your name?

- What? - To the cops.

- No. - Then beat it! Scram!

- Why? - Get out. I know the cops.

What a dummy.

- He gave me an envelope. - What?

What do I do with it?

- You opened it? - Yes.

What an ass! You're asking for cop trouble!

Tear it up! Get rid of it!

God!

I hope for you he's not your dad.

Guy kills himself and he yells "cop".

They'll pin it on him.

- What's funny? - Him.

He doesn't amuse me.

Two days with him is plenty!

- Hurry up! - I won't go out.

You must.

They worked him over. You may be next.

Come see a reporter at work.

Look who's here.

Hi, Verdier!

Inspector Verdier. My son.

- You have a son? - Yes.

He broke your arm? Some fun, your dad.

Go to hell!

- You okay? - Fine. Here's your stuff.

How do clap and a crow differ?

- Go on. - Try catching a crow!

- Drink? - Hang on.

You like journalism?

Swapping stupid jokes with a dumb cop. Thrilling.

Know Renacci?

- Jeannot? - He got killed.

Like in the movies, no?

Nothing interests kids today.

- Didn't know you had a son. - Me neither.

- What? - Never mind.

- Where are we going? - Warehouse St.

Warehouse St?

- There you are. I was worried. - Describe your guy.

- Oh… - Describe him!

I tore up the papers and threw them away.

Like you said.

No. What did he look like?

Dark little guy, check shirt?

Yes! Dark little guy, check shirt. Exactly right.

Come with me.

Where's the goddamn photo?

I don't know which can it's in!

I'm tired.

- Shut up. Don't bother me now. - You a garbage man?

- The jerk's getting on my nerves. - Tristan.

I didn't ask to come.

It's true. It's not his fault.

Scram, both of you. You bug me.

I don't want to be his father.

I'm sick of having doors slammed on me.

He's yours.

But don't kid yourself. You won't get past the door.

And insisting will get you nowhere.

- What'll you do? - My job.

I've got many garbage cans to keep me busy. Good luck!

Let's go home.

I can find my own way.

You're right, Lucas. It's hopeless.

A ready-made kid is too easy. Fatherhood must be earned.

You left because your dad bugged you

and suddenly there are two more underfoot.

So I'll leave you in peace. Good luck.

Goodbye, kid.

Is this it?

The two bastards together in one photo. Fantastic!

There's more.

A letter from Jeannot… telling all about Rossi, Couderc.

Either I get a raise or you're all bums.

I'll send you the stuff.

We've got the bastards!

You'll have to lie low a while.

- Lie low? - Until I finish the job.

On your feet!

Getting my suit slashed,

was that because of you? - Yes, maybe.

And you didn't tell me!

Killers after me and you didn't tell me?

How could I know?

Our son's in danger and you want to run that photo?

- You're a murderer! - But I'm going to hide you.

- Give it to me. - No.

You can't endanger the kid for a story.

Don't be stupid!

I won't drop the scoop of a lifetime.

Give me that or it's war!

Who will you nail with that?

A cheap politico and a villain.

A few days in the country won't kill us.

I hope not.

Don't look so sad, Pignon!

You can live with me. I've a big place.

Okay!

Stop the car.

- What? - Stop!

What's wrong?

Since I don't figure in your plans, I'll leave.

Where's the dimwit going? What's eating you?

- Just relax. - Everybody out!

Son!

Pignon, are you all right?

Pignon?

Pignon, can you hear me? Pignon!

They removed the bullet. He's out of danger.

Are you his son?

- Yes. I'm his son. - He wants to see you.

Come close, my boy.

Closer.

It hurts to talk.

Stand beside me.

Take this watch.

It's yours.

My father gave it to me. Keep it…

To remember me by.

I'd like to have known you better.

But life decided against it.

Life is cruel.

Please don't cry.

- He's a weeper. - Screw you!

I'd like you to go and see my mother.

I told her about you. She's in Paris.

She'd love to meet you.

She'll be alone now.

I can see you in the mirror.

Sorry.

But the nurse told us you were out of danger.

I get shot because of you and you make fun of it!

Why not unhook the drip too!

I'm sorry for what happened. Please forgive me.

Tell me what you want and I'll do it.

Nothing.

There's nothing you can do for me.

You'll live with Tristan,

and I'll recover all alone.

I'll be all alone.

I'm used to it…

Like a dog!

You're making fun too?

Can you put me up for a while?

That's possible.

Once I came home with my ear pierced.

What a scene!

- He always bugged me. - I'm sure he's a decent guy.

It took me years to realize my dad was.

Anyway, he's not my dad.

When I was a kid, I wrote letters to my father.

I'd crumple them up and drop them in his waste basket.

I hoped he'd find them there.

Dumb, wasn't it?

The start of your trash can habit?

Did he find the letters?

Never.

Complicated, all that.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Hello, Dad?

You all right?

I'm coming home. Is Mom in?

She's gone out.

You with Pignon and Lucas?

Yes.

- You know the situation? - Yes.

We must tell them the truth when you get here.

I'll talk to them. Please don't say anything.

I'll do it. See you tonight.

Tristan.

Yes.

I've learned a lot.

Me too.

Lucas is coming. I'll get my bag.

- I just talked to my mother. - You called her? Good.

She told me the truth, who my father is.

Who is it?

You.

Should we tell Lucas?

Best keep it to ourselves.

You're right.

It's much better. We mustn't hurt him.

Rossi's been arrested, I got a raise.

My story's a little masterpiece.

Bravo. Bravo… I'm happy for you.

You deserve a kiss for that!

What a pretty tie! It suits you!

You're very elegant.

- You okay? - Yes. You're a good man!

Thanks. You ready?

Yes. I'll just be a minute.

My little mate!

- Is he drunk? - No. Glad to be leaving.

He seems fine.

Look. "Pascal Rossi: Gambling king arrested in Nice."

- I called my mom. - That's good.

She told me who my father is.

She's sure it's you.

I couldn't tell Pignon. He's so depressed…

You did right.

Absolutely right.

Let's go!

- Something wrong? - Everything's fine.

Not depressed?

No. A gnat fell in my eye, that's all.

No. I feel great. You look marvellous too.

- Nice of you. - I mean it. Very handsome.

When's Father's Day?

Subtitles: ECLAIR