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The pawn of an obscure coalition of dubious interests...

the Minister Malraux has driven...

Henri Langlois out of the French Cinematheque.

...If offered us all a free and fair conception...

of French film culture.

Now, for bureaucratic reasons, culture's arch-enemies...

have seized this bastion of liberty.

Resist them!

- Liberty isn't given! - It's taken!

All those who love film...

- In France... - And abroad.

...are with you.

And with Henry Langlois!

What lies behind it?

The police!

Excuse me.

Can you remove this?

It's stuck to my lips.

Can you remove my cigarette? It's stuck.

Yes, yes...

of course.

Sorry.

Truffaut, Godard, Charbol, Rivette...

and Renoir, Jean Rouch, Rohmer are here.

Signoret, Jean Marais and God knows who else.

Marcel Carne too.

Why is Carne here?

What should we do? Stay or leave?

I don't know.

- What's up with you? - Me?

Come on, stick with me!

Fascists!

- Bastards! - Assholes!

The pavement of the Champs-Elysees.

Will you come to Rome with me?

No, there!

- Third floor! - Third floor?

- Theo and I are contagious! - What?

You mustn't catch us.

- It's beautiful. - You think so?

Good luck.

Evening, Maman.

What are you doing here?

- We're here for dinner. - What?

With Matthew.

- Didn't Isabelle say? - Which Matthew?

What's wrong?

What can I say, Isabelle? I'm cooking for two...

and now there are five of us.

Didn't Theo tell you?

No, he didn't. And neither did you.

Have you got mashed potatoes for brains or what?

- You were supposed to tell her! - You're crazy!

Bitch, cow, slut--

Papa, it's me.

We're eating in.

And the cinematheque?

Closed until further notice.

Papa!

A petition is a poem, a poem is a petition.

I hope I'll never be like him.

Yes, sorry. You were saying?

We should go to bed.

You had something to tell the children, didn't you?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

The cheques are on the mantelpiece.

Don't cash them until you need them, all right?

Good night, Papa. Have a safe journey.

Good night, dear.

Good night.

Come in.

Good morning.

Not bad, huh?

Stop!

He's good.

You know what I'm thinking?

What?

"Bande à part."

You're right.

That's Maman.

I'm too wet to answer.

That's different.

Too bad.

Shit.

Stop it. It's disgusting.

- Okay? - Fine.

- Where were you the other night? - I couldn't make it. Sorry.

What's up? We hardly see you now.

- We can't count on you. - Stop pissing me off!

You're not with us anymore.

I am, but it's complicated.

Why?

Because! Get off my back. I can't explain now.

Loser!

Wait for me.

A little souvenir from Nepal.

Thanks, that's sweet.

- Call me. - Okay, with pleasure.

See you.

They're killing farmers!

They're killing children, they're burning fields!

They want to be at war.

Shaving cream.

- Razor. - Thanks.

We're willing to consider...

all legitimate demands.

The purest of the pure.

Theo, open up!

A revolution isn't a gala dinner.

It cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry.

It cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquillity and delicacy...

or with such sweetness, affability, courtesy...

restraint and generosity.

A revolution is an uprising...

a violent act...

by which one class overthrows another.

Chateau Lafite, 1955.

Chateau Chasse Spleen, 1959.

Grand vin, 1937. Happy Birthday, Papa!

It smells like a whorehouse.

Thanks a lot.

We used to do this when we were little.

Yes, I'm drunk.

And you're beautiful.

And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober...

but you'll still be beautiful.

Idiot...

you can hardly keep your eyes open.

Wake up.

What is it?

I want you to listen.

- Why? - Because.

I love you. You know that?

I love you too.

You love me too? That's funny.

Are you listening?

It's forever, right?

- What's forever? - The two of us.

- Right? - Yes.

Why did Matthew say that?

What did Matthew say?

That we're monsters, freaks.

I just want you to tell me that it's forever.

It's forever.

You don't understand.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

I promise.

What's happening?

- The street came flying into the room! - What?

The street came flying into the room!

Hit the streets!

Go! Go on!

Hit the streets!

This is just the start. The fight goes on!

I'm no fascist! The cops are fascists!

You can't understand. Leave me be!

Stop it!