All language subtitles for Les.Barbares. copia

Once upon a time in Paimpont…

Hello.

I am Sébastien Lejeune,
Paimpont's mayor.

I own the sawmill Scierie Lejeune,

local and sustainable lumber,

as well as a construction company.

So, Paimpont is a city on the move.
Big time!

We have lots going for us.

We have the abbey.

We have the pond.

The myth of Merlin the wizard
comes from here.

From Broceliande,
not from England, mind you!

No hard feelings
toward our English friends.

Even after the Brexi...

Anyway.

As soon as Russia

invaded Ukraine,
the entire village took action.

We were sickened
by that atrocious war.

After a vote by the town council,

we decided
to welcome Ukrainian refugees.

They finally arrive next Sunday.

How's that? Is it all right?

I was good, right?

How did I look?

- What?
- How did I look?

Yeah, fine.

My wife said:
"Wear a blue shirt to match your eyes.

It suits you."

So I looked good.

Now we can take a vote

about taking in Ukrainian refugees.

Those in favor?

Hervé Riou?

The vote passes unanimously.

I took care of the paperwork
for the refugees' arrival.

Dumbing down the people

is dictatorship's greatest weapon.

- Right, kids?
- Yes, Mrs. Joëlle!

When I was 11, in 6th grade,

we saw Night and Fog
and it changed my life.

Have you seen it?

It's true, Ukrainians have suffered.

Since I'm on the council,

I voted to welcome them.

That said,
lots of French people suffer too.

They're in the news less.

Yeah.

In 1968 I left Paris
while the bourgeois kids were protesting.

I bought land here for 1,000 francs.

"Organic" was my invention.

I didn't register a patent.

Or else I'd be in space
with billionaires.

Let's talk about this family.

She's okay.

But how could she have such ugly kids?

- It must come from him.
- Who do you mean?

The nurse and the plumber.

The Rious.

- Speak of the devil.
- What's up?

Géraldine Riou.

We're doing a piece

on the Ukrainian family
moving to Paimpont.

That's nice.

Stay!

Would you mind being interviewed?

No, I don't work in front of cameras.

She's like that.

I'll wait inside, Yves!

Your husband must be upset
with these Ukrainians.

On the contrary, he's thrilled.

He even voted for it.

My husband isn't who you think.

He's a good man
and a very good dad.

You want me
to sell him my longhouse.

But I won't sell to a fascist.

Let him be
or I'll force a Covid vaccine on you.

No way! No Astra Zeneca

in my compost.

Crouch over your compost
to poop,

you'll end up falling in it
and getting sick.

Without my poop,
the vegetables don't grow as well.

Since the bourgeoisie
treats farmers like shit,

I make them eat some.

Hello, I have your groceries!

No way! Total disaster!

She's drunk again.

So, how's it going?

Fine, and you?

Want a little Chouchen?

A little shot?

I'd love one.

I knew she wouldn't say no.

So you own the minimarket
with your husband?

So you're donating groceries?

Yes.

Can you expand on that a little?

Yes, because... yes, so...

It's Joëlle who's organizing
the arrival of the refugees.

I'm handling more practical matters.

Joëlle and I are like sisters.

We met in 7th grade,
we studied together,

to become teachers.

But then I had kids very young.

Then my husband took over
the Paimpont minimarket.

Then... what was the...

Sir?

No, I'm a ma'am. Anne.

Sir?

Sir?

That's Yves!

With Snow White, the stepmother,

it's the same situation, same old story.

Once a woman hits 30, she's a witch.

A diabolical, superficial woman.

People say things are changing but...

That's "Liberty, equality, fraternity"
in Ukrainian.

So we're very happy to...

to welcome these refugees.

Mayor, it's the teacher...

Hello, excuse me.

- I'm doing an interview.
- We need to talk.

Hello.

Can we speak in private?

- Just a minute…
- Sorry.

- I'll be quick.
- No worry, we'll do cutaways.

So there's been a change.

What kind of change?

Let's film the ducks.

I only learned this morning.

So many people want
to host Ukrainian refugees

that it turns out…

You're scaring me, Joëlle.

- There are none left.
- Meaning?

- All gone.
- No way!

- All of Europe welcomed them.
- What a disaster!

No… there's one piece of good news.

The NGO is sending us a refugee family.

The prefecture just greenlit the change.

Where are they from?

Hello!

Hello, Hervé. How are you?

Yeah, I'm good.

- You seem well.
- Can't complain.

I was in the area and thought:
"Why not say hi to Hervé Riou?"

Hi.

Yes.

No.

Actually,

they're not Ukrainians

we'll be hosting, but…

They're Syrians.

You're the first to know.

Syrians from Ukraine?

No, Syrians…

from Syria.

They spent time in a camp.

We didn't vote for that.

Sort of.

You know, Hervé…

Ukrainians are in high demand
on the refugee market.

But I'm sure you'll love them.

I'm happy to welcome

all of the world's foreigners.

This is a place for connecting,
discussing, having fun.

In our fields, Ukrainians

could be interesting,

but how will we talk to Syrians?

I have no problem, except that Arabs

won't touch my andouille.

We have nothing against Arabs.

"Arab" isn't an insult.

I hope it'll bring customers.

Because now…

I wouldn't like veiled women.

There's veiled and veiled.

A veil scale from 1 to 10.

I mix up those countries.

I'm not big on geography.

I don't have an opinion.

People wonder why
we didn't get Ukrainians like everyone.

What if 15 of them will show up
instead of 6?

We're all immigrants.

And we must welcome these Syrians.

Like brothers.

MEET THE BARBARIANS

You could have told me.

I couldn't tell you. I wasn't even sure.

I learned it very late.

We're best friends.

But you can't keep secrets.

When I kissed Charlotte in high school,
you told everyone.

It was 35 years ago.

35 years later, they still think I'm gay.
Not helpful.

Honestly.

Go back to painting.

I don't know.

It's beautiful.

- Really?
- Yes.

Not bad there.

-No.
- Yes, it fits.

What are you doing with that?

I told them to move it.

I saw this documentary on Syria, look.

They eat on a rug.

Damn, look! At a table.

There, a coffee table!

So there's no rule.

Looks yummy.

And I learned to make borscht!

Ladies, this is heavy.

Put the table in the corner.

And the rug stays here, they'll decide.

I brought a bottle of Bordeaux,
but Muslims don't drink.

Shall we drink it now?

11 o'clock is a bit early?

We're all for it.

And it's organic!

Think Syrians know organic?

Is "organic" English?

Do they speak English or French?

- What if neither?
- Bottle opener?

We're in deep shit.

There's one in the truck.

How do we say "bottle-opener"?
Like this?

I didn't ask.
Know any Arabs?

Yeah, I know…

My banker has an Arab name.

Not bad.

ACT I
Welcome to Paimpont

I can't stay much longer.

Wait, it's a big deal.

The market can't stay closed all day.

Meet Madjid, my banker.

He'll help us communicate.

Thanks for coming
all the way from Rennes.

- He's sweet.
- A life saver.

I'll do my best.

It's great you made the trip.

What if they're terrorists?

They've been tested.

Tested?

There's a girl our age.

Stare at her, her dad blinds you.
Touch her, you lose a hand!

- That's bullshit, Romain.
- I swear!

- Who told you that?
- My dad.

Johnny, come here.

The Morels come off as gloomy.

Put the kids in the front row.

It'll be more…

Kids, come here.
Don't be afraid to stand in front.

- Come here!
- Smile, act happy.

Paimpont's youth.

All good?

Great.

Film the van.

It's them!

I'm all nervous.

Smile, smile!

In Paimpont, we're all smiles.

He has 3 wives?

No, I told you:
it's his sister and daughter.

Welcome to Paimpont.

Welcome to France!

They speak English.

Yeah, but it's great that you're here.

Philippe Poudoulec.

Hello.

Pleased to meet you.
I speak French too, a little.

- We learned it at the transit center.
- Great!

But we want to learn more.

Of course.

Excellent, because I'm… teacher

And I'll give your whole family lessons.

And especially your son,
as his teacher!

Joëlle, you can also teach them
a little Breton.

Kenavo!

Maybe not right away, Anne!
Let them settle in.

I'm the forest ranger.

You know, in Paimpont…

we know Syria.

"Scierie."

Because I own a sawmill, a "scierie".
For wood.

It was a joke.

You'll cut that?

No, seriously.

Anyway…

Cloudy… rain?

In Brittany drizzle is called "crachin".

Not everyone can come.
Kids, stay.

Thank you, everyone!

This is Rue Le Guellec,
the main street in Paimpont.

Actually, the only street.

It's no longer "Le Guellec".

Oh yeah, because…

He was a rapist and a racist.

Now it's named

Jeanne Malivelle Street.

She was a Breton artist,

totally ignored of course.

As usual.

What's that?

What the hell?

Don't film this!

Who did this?

BARBARIANS
KEEP OUT

You must show it.

- No, no!
- You have to!

The municipality will clean it.

Johnny, open an investigation.

I'll get my fingerprint kit.

Good, go on.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine… Come.

What does "barbarian" mean?

Let's go inside.

Chouf here.

Internet.

Chouf here.

A wood-burning stove, for heat.

Yes, because…

- Winters… cold.
- Cold.

Follow me.

This way.

Look at this kitchen.

- It's pretty.
- Very.

All redone.

Papa, we have to ask about Farid.

Madam Joëlle, my brother, Farid,

was doing military service
when the war started.

He deserted for Free Syrian Army.

Ever since, no news.
We've been looking for a while.

I'll try to get news, I'll try to.

Thank you.

I'd forgotten…

Dishwasher.

Open it, close it.

Open it… and close it.

You put…

Yes, a dishwasher.

A dishwasher.

I didn't expect to move to a place

where they paint insults on our door.

It's nothing, probably just kids.

If it's kids, it's worse.

Forget it. Must be some idiots.

I saw a few in the village.
They didn't seem too…

Can you imagine?

It's the first time in four years

that we have our own room.

I can't.

I can't do it
in someone else's home, Louna.

But this is our home.

Hello?

Who are you?

Do you speak English?

Bye. See you s…

I hung up on him.

See you soon.

REFUGEE AID

MODIFY THE COUNTRY OF ORIGIN

Request received

Good luck.

Why did they put me with the babies?

Why do you say that, Wael?
Look at you!

You'll see,
you'll catch up faster than me!

We'll be in middle school together.

Not in the eyes!

Hello.

For middle school Hermine here?

Here is for school massages.
Want a massage?

He's kidding.
Letters were scratched off.

This is the bus stop.

Thanks.

My name is Dina.

- Théo.
- I'm Romain.

- Bertrand.
- Ludovic.

- Antoine.
- Basile.

No girls here?

No, no girls in Paimpont.

Just very young ones.

There are at school, don't worry.

This is Wael, my brother.

Hi.

Is "Wael" Breton?

Want to sit?

No thanks.

Shall we go, Wael?

Hello, Dina.

- Hello, boys.
- Hello, Mrs. Joëlle.

You okay?

And now, the midday news.

Our headline: a possible tough Friday

in the offices of doctors on strike

to reopen negotiations
with National Health Insurance.

Other sectors have joined the strike,

demanding salary increases.

Also, the dissatisfaction…

Anne?

Something's bugging me
since yesterday.

What?

They don't have veils?

No.

Are you filming?

Really? Oops.

Your Syrians look a lot like gypsies.

They're from Syria.

Since Joëlle is always spouting nonsense.

Stop!

It's not too cold for your first day?

We're fine, thanks.

Why do they only talk weather?

So, hello.

Anne and Philippe

have decided to offer you,

to donate to you,
products from here for free.

Some stuff is past the eat-by date,

by a day or two, but it's fine.

It's all I eat.

Here we have our butter.

Many kinds of butter.

Unsalted butter,
semi-salted butter,

unsalted organic butter, churned butter,
whipped butter,

butter with Guérande salt crystals,
Joëlle's favorite!

Isn't it?

It is.

Mass-produced butter too.

"Président", "Elle & Vire",

"Echiré".
But for me, and Joëlle will agree,

local butter is still the best.

Excuse me!

You can't…

eat straight from the bins.

What did…

- What did he eat?
- A walnut, an almond.

- Really?
- A pistachio.

He didn't know, Philippe.

Maybe in his country
sampling is allowed.

In his country, okay.

It's not like anyone died.

Excuse me, Anne, I'm allowed to speak.

No, Joëlle, Philippe's sort of right.
You can't just…

You're teaming up, so I'll pay.

- No!
- Yes, yes!

One walnut, how much?

Will 3 euros do?

I'll pay.

- I will.
- It's the principle.

Cut. That's enough.

Why did you stop filming?

No, I, we…

We'll let you settle this
amongst yourselves.

Film what happens.
You only want close-ups of butter?

Come on,
do you decide what we film?

Did you ever hear of Michael Moore?

Yes but this is 52 minutes
for regional TV.

Go on, film.

Thanks!

Sort of.

We're going to work.

We'll make money.

Very difficult… unemployment.

Depression, alcoholism.

Yes, but I want to work.

In Syria, I made money.

Here, graphic design…

You're a doctor?

I'm an architect.

I'm the doctor.

Not bad,
because there are no more doctors here.

If we can get an equivalent
to your diploma,

maybe we can find work.

Diploma burnt in fire against my house.

Hospital bombed too.

Me, no need diploma.

Where work is, I'll work.

I'll find you something.

So…

It says "Fail". 3 is an F.

I saw the husband

from my car, the tall one.

Bad vibe.

He seemed arrogant.

"The square of the hypotenuse
is equal to the sum of the square

of the two sides of…"

The two sides of…

What's the Syrian's name?

Marwan.

The two sides of Marwan?

No, honey.

Of the right angle.

It's written here.

You saw him this morning?

Yes, with his wife.

And?

Nothing, they waved.

What did you do?

I waved back.

They both smiled.

So they don't bite?

Anyway it's Lejeune.
He got manipulated.

We know by who.

By the Jews?

No, by Joëlle.

Joëlle is Jewish?

Joëlle is Jewish?

No, I don't think so.
She has no money.

And she wouldn't bring Arabs.

Nope.

Yep.

Miss you, Uncle Farid.

Look.

With these, I'll walk normally.

Those?

Auntie, you'll look like a robot.

You, Robot.

Hello.

Hello, Yves. Are you well?

Yes.

Sorry, but…

A little sticky.

This is Louna. I told you about her.

Hello.

Speak some French?

A little.

She's pretty. Nice.

I hate ugly seasonal workers.

They scare the vegetables.

Don't overwork her.

I'll have her pick artichokes.

No need to bend over.

- Even I can do it.
- Fine.

And the pay?

- 8 euros an hour.
- Impossible!

That's below the minimum.

No one pays minimum for that!

Come now!

8 euros good.

Out of the question. It's 10.57.

Minimum wage.

All right.

Trial basis.

I'll bring her tomorrow.

Hands and feet tied.

Thank you.

So you're picking up vegetables?

So what?
Lots of students do it.

Omar, my friend in Berlin,
Syria's best surgeon,

is an Uber driver.

Temporarily.

He's been there for 6 years!

If I can't be an architect,
I won't work.

One day or another, you'll have to work.

By exercising my profession, Papa.

You'll accept any work.

Look at me. I write, I keep moving.

I'm sure that one day

my poems will be translated
and published here.

I'm sure we have lots in common.

Let's show interest in their culture.

For example,

we can try
one of their restaurants.

We can eat their "creeps".

"Crêpes", Mom.

- What did I say ?
- "Creeps".

Crêpes, not "creeps".

Some mint please, Crêpe Ladies!

Here, stepdad.

What the fuck?

Crachin, rain, a lake and no water!

It's old.

No, someone broke it.

It's an attack? Sabotage?

Nonsense!
Who'd have done it?

You, for example.
You break it and get paid to fix it.

How dumb are you? She's dumb.
Hold on.

You call me dumb?

If this is how we start,
find another plumber.

- Calm down.
- She's hysterical.

Not "hysterical", Riou!

- Burn me at the stake!
- Stop.

Let's be constructive.

What will this cost?

Rough guess: 400 euros.

- For a mini pipe?
- It's not mini.

Copper is hard work.

The town will take care of it.

- Thanks, Sébastien.
- Meaning?

The town is paying? Meaning me?

I'm paying for his pipe?

That's how you spend
tax-payer money?

We can vote on it, if you prefer.

It'll take weeks!

We can wait.

In Damascus, Bashar…

What was that?

I can't allow it.
I'll get my checkbook.

Do what you want with your 400!

Fuck! And I'll pay. Very happily.

What is she teaching our kids?

My son has been sulking since 5th grade.

A cauliflower.

Dina?

A cauliflower.

What does "racism" mean to you?

Racism is not liking someone
who has something extra.

Like beauty spots, freckles,

moles, different skin color

or appearance.

Racism is people who hate Blacks.

My dad likes Mbappé and Omar Sy.

It's also when you judge
based on skin color,

religion, physical appearance.

During World War II
Hitler exterminated the Jews

because he was homophobic
and didn't like

people with different color skin or…

who didn't look like him.

Two friends who say
about someone else…

"Look at him, he has…

he has…

he has brown hair, yuck."

"Yeah, yucky."

And it can continue and go further.

Suicide.

If you get…

If you're a racist

and you insult someone over and over,

that's called bullying
and it can be racist.

The person can… be driven to death.

Because they have no confidence.

And you, Wael?

Wael?

What is racism for you?

I don't know.

When you hate Blacks.

Guillaume, no cheating!

Say what you think.

I don't know.

No big deal.

Nice, we have…

We have good material.

Thank you, children, that was very good.

To sum up racism…

It's part narrow-mindedness

and part fear, as well.

Fear of others, of the unknown.

Fear that they'll take your job,
your home,

your wife.

Your walnuts.

That they'll take something from you.
Fear.

And we're fearless.

- Right, children?
- Yes, Madam Joëlle!

Here are the ham and cheese.

With sliced turkey instead, no pork.

The customer is king, here.

Whatever his origin.

Like our attayefs
but ours are better.

Much.

She's trying to be nice.
Let's be indulgent!

The way she stares is weird.

Maybe the first time she sees Arabs.

France has lots of Arabs,
just not here.

So?

- Do you like it?
- Yes!

Tell her the truth.
It's inedible.

Enough.

What was that?

He says it's very good.

No, it's not good.

Greasy and mushy.

Greasy and mushy.

That's the Breton way, lots of butter!

Lots!

Papa!

ACT II
1 euro and Dictatorship

Mayor! I was looking for you.

I wanted to tell you…

How do I put it?

There are rumors.

What kind?

People say it's unfair
the Syrians got free housing.

Yes, and what do you think?

I don't think anything.

Just sharing with you.

There's even a petition going around
since this morning.

I made you a photocopy.

It's Riou.

Only 5 signatures.
No one seems to care.

Their place is town property.

The government paid for the renovations.

People say it's not what they voted for.

I heard the Fayads took food

without asking.

The nut of contention.

And they were also rude to Jacqueline.

Her crêpes.

Her crêpes are gross.

But you can't say it.

You can't tell her the truth.

Not answering?

Another unknown caller.

Unknown? Threats?

If people get angry,
besides my walkie-talkie, I'm alone.

Calm down, we're not in Paris.
There's no homicide.

I promise, no serial killers.

But you're right,

we can't let the controversy fester.

We need to create a dynamic
around the Fayads.

Meaning? I don't get it.
I don't speak "Macron".

Forget it.

- Forget it?
- I'll deal with this.

All right.

Good then.

We may have time for a 69.

I have an hour.

Me too.
He's making his andouille.

I said I went jogging again.

I better lose some weight.

Don't lose weight, please don't.

- What's that?
- No idea.

What's she doing here?

Are you okay? Not too heavy?

No, it's fine.

This... yours?

Yes, it's a longhouse.

It's typically Breton.

But it's falling into ruin.

Yes, needs much...

- You want it?
- Me?

Come on, for your little family!

But I have no money.

- I'll sell it to you for one euro.
- What?

One euro?

That?

I have no heirs.
It'll end up with bankers.

But...

what do you want?

Nothing!

Not even a blowjob!

Yes, there's one condition.

Don't let that asshole Riou
do the plumbing.

He's going to freak out.

It will be fantastic!

One euro?

One euro, yes, one euro.

Are you deaf?

I don't believe it!

They get our hideout for a euro?

You better do something.

I'm done with your refrigerator lorry.

- I'll buy you a down jacket.
- That's not funny!

I liked our longhouse.

I liked it too.

A lot of work, and too small.

Alone, it will take me months.

Marwan, it's an incredible opportunity.
A roof of our own!

We shouldn't stay here too long.
The people hate us!

Hate us or not,
it'll be the same everywhere in France.

Exactly!

Maybe we should go home.

The Russians are busy in Ukraine.

Arms dealers no long need our war.

Have you lost your mind?

Go back to hell?

At least I wasn't a beggar!

And I can't abandon Farid.

No, wait.

No, I don't know.

Sorry.

It doesn't matter, honey.

We don't need to every day.

It never happened to me before.

I'm pregnant. It must be chemical.

That's not it.

It's because of him and his family,
the Fayads.

Especially him.

And the fucking longhouse.

You don't think
Poudoulec is talking nonsense?

One euro, that son of a bitch!

Yves can eat shit and die.
Fucking commie.

Calm down, honey.

We decided against it.
It's too small now.

It's the principle.

This is very serious.

We have to do something.

Stop, I'm hot.

Sorry.

Get on all fours.

You sure?

Go on.

- Motherfucker!
- Hold on.

My underwear.

Why did you put it back on?

I'm good, and you?

Ah! I'm fine.

Request being processed

It's about time.

What are you doing?

The mayor and Joëlle want us
to tell our story to the village.

They'd like some visuals too.

Do you have the videos of…

If we were the Ukrainians they wanted,

we wouldn't have needed videos, right?

I need to show my dead husband
so they'll feel empathy?

We must start, Sébastien.

It's fine.

It's 6 o'clock.

Yes, I know.

Go on!

Ladies and gentlemen of Paimpont,

thank you all for showing up
this evening.

Yes, their journey was difficult,

but they're here among us now.

And we must accept them

with their differences.

Maybe they don't like crêpes,

for example.

But like all of us,

they want peace, love…

And running water.

Yep… amen.

So we'll let them speak now.

Thank you, Sébastien, bravo.

Hello.

This is Syria.

Before the revolution,

there were 23 million inhabitants.

Now, more than half the population

has been displaced or killed.

Syria

is a dictatorship.

Like France!

No, Yves, please.

If you're suspected
of being a political opponent,

you wind up in prison,

where you are tortured and mutilated.

You get electrocuted,

you get raped,

and afterwards,
if you haven't been executed,

you get set free, but it's too late.

You've already gone crazy.

The real enemy

in Syria is not Daesh.

It's Bashar.

Daesh is 15,000 dead.

Bashar is…

hundreds of thousands.

We stayed there very long

because my mother was very sick.

We had our life, our home,

our friends, our dog.

But someone denounced Alma
and her husband

who tended to rebel fighters.

Their hospital was bombed.

Her husband was killed.

Alma was wounded.

The smugglers took everything we owned.

Everything.

All that remains are some videos

that my sister, Alma…

has agreed to show you.

My wife insisted on going.

She said "I won't die dumb."

That dummy.

But I'm no dupe
to speeches and sob stories.

We'll go after their thing.

See what food they serve.

No, I don't feel like it.

Poudoulec, abandoning your Syrians?

Stop it.

I'll go by later.

I had nothing against them at first.

But we're too generous.

Selling a longhouse for 1 euro…

Tell me about it!

Sign my petition to vote again

and kick them out.

I have to remain neutral,
because of my store.

Not because your wife
is pals with Joëlle?

Not at all.

Ask her for your balls back.

Don't worry about my balls.

Come on!

You, Johnny?

Put it in perspective.

They're not Malians.

Or worse, Romanians.

Romanians means whores.

Whores means pimps.

Pimps means drugs, and that means

sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.

In Paimpont!

Maybe they don't have good manners,

but they're not criminals.

But I'll go have a look.

To keep things in check.

Are the generators ready?

They bombed the tank truck.

Wissam, we must leave!

No, we can't move the incubators.

They'll bomb the hospital!

I have to stay. I'll come after.

I can't leave this one alone.

Please, hurry.

Leave it all, please.

Wissam!

Wissam, where are you?

Go and dance! Go on!

What are you doing?

Sorry, it's the station.
We came at our own expense.

No one watches segments on Syrians.

What?

And they find the rushes
too anecdotal.

- What does that mean?
- No idea.

Our Syrians are too nice?

They want evil Arabs
disrupting a quaint French town?

- It pisses us off too.
- You can't leave!

We just packed up the equipment.

Go ahead, that's great!

Rats leave the sinking ship!

- Where to?
- There.

Go on.

Marilyn, go on.
Get out of the rain.

- You want to dance?
- No.

Come on, it'll be fun!

Marwan!

Come on, it's a bit like the dabké.

I wasn't looking, I swear.

I've been waiting an hour!

I was chatting, I didn't realize.

Didn't realize it's midnight?

Your mother's waiting.
You don't answer your phone.

Darn, I must have…

left my bag in the back.

I hope it's still there!

Come on!

- I found it!
- Make sure nothing's missing.

My dear friends.

Dear friends, this is our country.

White nationalists!

We will not be replaced!

Go on!

NO to fascism, YES to democracy!

Give me that!

He's not Breton, he's a lying impostor!

There you go!

- You okay?
- No blame us!

Asshole!

It's red.

- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.

Where were you
when all hell broke loose?

How often are you going to ask me?

I told you I was…

running behind with a delivery truck.

Since Covid, everything slowed down.

Still now?

Those nationalists are so racist.
Times have changed.

Yeah but with Syrians here,
it's complicated.

Joëlle says with Ukrainians,
it'd have been the same.

"Joëlle says…"
You repeat whatever she says.

Not at all.

Look, you followed her blindly
and got beat up.

- She cares only about herself.
- Not true.

- Not Joëlle.
- She manipulates you.

Hello, Joëlle.

What's up?

You forgot your poncho.

Thanks.

You put on makeup for school?

Yeah, a little.

Grab a coffee?

I can't, I'm in a rush.

What are you up to?

I have stuff to deal with.
Sorry, see you later.

I'll call you.

To think I brought your favorite butter.

What are you doing, Papa?

Crêpes.

We must participate
in defending Breton culture.

We defied Bashar's militias.

Megaphones don't scare us!

Listen up!

Weird! Who is it?

I just found out. I'm sorry.

Impossible.

Are you sure?

Elias confirmed it.

- I don't understand a thing.
- Quiet.

- I'm trying to understand.
- It's him.

I'm so sorry.

- I'd prefer him dead.
- Don't say that!

- Farid is dead?
- No.

You swear?

I swear.

Marwan!

What's wrong with Papa?

You know how hard it is for him here.

Because of the people
who scared us last night?

ACT III
Our Home

Look at the bed.
Someone's been living here.

No, it's totally abandoned.

He won't take it back
right after we've renovated?

This will be legit.
We'll have our own place.

Even the mayor said he'd help us.

- Try to imagine with me!
- I am.

So tell me.

Look.

Upstairs, rooms for Wael and Dina.

Down here, Alma's room.

There, Dad.

The extension will be the main room.

What about our room?

I forgot our bedroom.

You forgot our bedroom!

You know what?

If we don't have our own room,
we can…

make love in all the rooms!

It will be our home.

I forgot to tell you.

There's a military camp nearby.

Closed

What a pain.

We're closed.

Hello, Madam.

Crêpe batter, cook me and you.

What?

You want to steal my job?

Is that it?

No, me help because you no good.

I'm joking… a little.

You've got some nerve.

See you tomorrow?

Thank you, Géraldine!

Yeah, deal. Thanks, bye.

Hervé?

Hey.

Who were they?

- Who were they?
- New friends.

They weren't the ones
who showed up at the party?

Géraldine…
we must defend our regional identity.

The Breton soul.

You're from Alsace.

I'm half Alsatian, on my mom's side,
but I'm Breton.

They suffered a lot.

Yeah? And I didn't suffer?

Really?

When I was 16 and worked with my dad,

up every day at 6, hands in muck,
sometimes even poop.

So?

That suffering refugee act is a ploy.

To unload Arabs on us.

- Really?
- Yep.

Why even go to that party?
Are you brainwashed?

It was interesting.

We saw what they went through
over there.

Did they talk about
how they treated Blacks?

Who started the Black slave trade?

Slavery.

Who started enslaving Blacks?

Well, us.

No, not us. Time to stop…

No, not us.

Whites didn't start that, Arabs did.
Yep.

- I didn't know.
- Yep.

People talk about whites
starting slavery.

It was the Arabs.

Because their goal is:

to make us their slaves.

- I don't think so.
- I do.

Aren't you exaggerating?

Exaggerating?

Educate yourself.
It's all around us.

Get updated.

There are modern means

to help you understand
the world we live in, and you…

The world is not Paimpont.

I have some more work.

Give me a kiss, hon.

See you later.

Did you get the eardrops?

Yes, I bought them.

What's up, honeybun?

You never call, what's wrong?

At the longhouse.
It's coming along.

Come by if you can.
I'm here pretty often.

Love ya, I miss you.

You want flat roof

on the extension?

It's much less work.

If it's less work…

But with incline for evacuation water.

Bravo, son! You understand!

Future architect like his father.

- Hello!
- Hello, Yves.

We can drink here?

Some math this morning.

So…

Guillaume, why are you there?

I prefer sitting here.

Sit next to Wael as usual,
in your spot.

It's not 3 to a desk.

What's this about?

Guillaume, what's wrong?

I'm scared.

Scared of what?

The real enemy is not Daesh.

What crap!

"Syrian refugee
proclaims support for Daesh."

It's been online for several weeks.

What is this bullshit site?

He used those words.

Not like that!

You were there, he just said

the Syrian regime
is worse than Daesh.

It's true.

I'm a politician in Paimpont,
not Damascus.

Look.

Riou's petition:
400 new signatures in 24 hours.

Launch a counter-petition!

That doesn't exist.

Look… his son!

Ridiculous, he's 12.

There… another anonymous call.

At first I didn't care.

Because I'm not afraid!

But now someone threatened
to bust my kneecaps!

We must sound out
the council discreetly.

Besides Riou, obviously.

The town workers
are out of the project now.

We need a solid rejoinder to Riou.

What's this?

Anne signed?

I don't believe it.

I need the document
validating their change of nationality.

You have it?

Yes.

Of course.

I need it today.

I'll bring it to you.

By tonight at the latest.

That's why you ignore me?

Why you went missing,
not even a text?

Why did you sign
that repulsive petition?

Philippe insisted. He's my husband.

What's his problem?

Because of a walnut?
Their fate hangs on a nut?

I can't go on following you blindly

in all your projects.

And I'm sick of friends
who don't care about me.

Are you crazy?

I'm also sick of friends
who don't help others.

I'm not Mother Teresa,
neither are you.

If you were Mother Teresa,
you'd be in Syria, not Paimpont.

If I weren't here,
you'd be lonely as fuck

in an empty nest
with a husband who…

Who what?

A husband who what?
Say it!

And you're always drun…

Shit.

Know what? You're your husband's slave.
It's 1950!

The 50s, the fucking 50s!

What's taking them so long?

If I want to edit my PDF,
it's very simple.

I take it and put it in Word.

Remove the text, change the text.

The bar? What bar? Where is the bar?

Click on "OK" and our file appears.

Fuck this shit!

Erase.

Shit.

Deliberation concerning funding request
to welcome Ukranians in Paimpont

This is for Sébastien.

I'll give it to him.

Next?

ACT IV
Broken

Already here?

Yes.

You're early too?

Yes.

He makes very good crêpes.

Especially a Syrian crêpe
that's delicious.

Anyway he'd come

help out just a few days a week.

His wife died of lung cancer.

Like you.

It doesn't mean we're close.
There's nothing ambiguous!

Truth is,
I think we have to learn to adapt.

We make a crêpe with…

merguez.

That's not very Breton.

But we kept the others.

Ham and cheese, sausage,

goat cheese and walnut.

Your favorite.

So do you agree?

Can I hire him?

Give me a sign.

Rain in June.

You adored that!

Right, sweetie?

Thanks.

My face is no longer foreign

at seaports, airports, and gateways.

We no longer have a forest,

or a mountain,

or a river,

or a city.

We are in a land beyond earth.

I once was,

but I did not exist.

No.

My house!

Who did this?

You? My roof?

What do you mean?

He's crazy! He better calm down!

No fighting here! Get out!

Fucking asshole!

Hold him down!

Don't move, bastard!

Let go of me!

What got into you, for God's sake?

We welcome you and you hit people?
Are you dumb?

Broken.

That's right. Riou has a broken nose.

No.

Me.

Broken.

Yeah.

Broken.

I understand.

I worked Homicide in Paris before.

So me too, less than you, but…

I saw innocent people murdered.

Well, I saw one.

And one was enough.

Dalida?

You know her?

Yes, we listen to many French singers.

Georges Moustaki, Dalida,

Charles Aznavour.

They're not the most French.

You know Johnny?

Johnny?

Johnny Hallyday, very famous.

Sing.

No, I can't.

Don't know how?

I know how!

My name is Johnny
because of Johnny.

Inside of us all
there's a bit of Tennessee

A burning need
to let the night run free

A mad desire to run away and flee

What now?

Marwan got in a fistfight with Riou.

They'll have to leave.
I need your help.

My help? Are you crazy?
Forget me.

Friendship goes both ways.

Sorry for seeming like I didn't care.

I do care, you know it.

Anne, I really need you.

What did you do now?

I lied to everyone.
Their case is still being processed.

I have only this letter

for the Ukrainians.

I gave Sébastien a copy last night.

It looks faked, doesn't it?

You're in deep shit.
I hope he hasn't seen it yet.

That's what life was for Tennessee

Heart like fire, body like debris

With that rage to live carefree

Those words were his…

And ours…

A little bit of Tennessee

Forgery.
5 years in jail and a fine.

Calm down, Joëlle isn't going to jail.

Maybe yes.

Joëlle, explain.

Their case is under review.

A matter of days.

Bullshit.
They have no right to be here.

They're in France legally.

No, I'm talking about here.

Now they have their own place!

House collapsed. All gone.

Whose fault?

First he destroyed
their apartment plumbing…

She's hysterical.

They had no right to the apartment.

Or to help renovate!

You're way off.
Joëlle got that money by fundraising.

And my company donated the material.

What about the rest?

Municipal workers, tax-payer money!

And the money you made
renovating the apartment!

The grant was for Ukrainians!

It must be reimbursed.

Beware, my pals alerted the prefecture.
Heads are gonna roll.

What'll you do, Hervé?
Put them in the street? In tents?

No, no tents in Paimpont!

If you weren't with your Nazis,
worked up like a chihuahua,

this wouldn't be an issue.

Tell him, Sébastien.

You put the region to shame!

You let Daesh supporters
hit innocent citizens?

- They don't support Daesh!
- Shut up.

Sorry?
Don't speak to her like that!

You signed the petition, dummy.

I retract my signature.

I don't care. I don't need it.

Bye-bye Syrians
and bye-bye Joëlle the forger.

Save your petition
for your clogged toilets.

Contempt for common folk
by the elite.

The elite?

We come from the same working class.
Schoolteachers make less than you.

Champagne socialists!

Get pregnant
if you want to raise lefties.

Stupid me!
No one wanted kids with you.

Too late now I guess.

Relax, you'll make friends in jail.

No seafood allergies?

What an imbecile.

My hands are tied.
They have to leave.

- I hate him.
- They can't harm you.

It's not me.
I don't care about myself. It's them.

When I see people suffering,
it hurts.

I'm ashamed of my country,
of the slave trade,

of colonialism…

Listen, Brittany was full of pirates.

We must have ancestors
who sold children.

You're losing your mind.

I wish it was a better world.

I'm sorry.

Still angry about the petition?

No, you're my best friend.

Are you angry about the lies,
and what I said about Philippe?

No, I got it.

He cheats on me with the butcher's wife.

- Sure it's her?
- Positive.

Half the village is in palliative care.

That doesn't leave much of choice.

I don't understand what happened.

What is it?

You never hit anyone.

I'm sorry.

For what, honey?

For…

What, son?

I'm the one who…

Who what?

I'm the one who blocked the gutters.

Why?

You wanted to go back to Syria
to find Farid!

We'll never find Farid!

He joined Bashar's army.

I'm sorry.

We kept it from you.
So you wouldn't be sad.

You're lying!

Liar!

Wael!

Can you help us?

Hello, Marilyn.

Hello, Anne.

You're well?

One homemade andouille.

A full one.

How about this one?

Yes, it's beautiful.

You wrap andouilles well.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Anything else?

Minimarket Man bones butcher's wife,
how romantic!

Romeo and Juliet with some…
andouille?

Naughty andouille?

I'm sorry.

Please, no despair, no distress.

Don't worry.

Still want your andouille?

I sure do.

It's on me.

Christmas.

Goodbye, Marilyn.

Fuck you and your shitty store!

Your shitty life!

- You're crazy!
- Fuck you, piece of shit!

Fuck off! Enough!

You do nothing?

I'm not getting involved.

What would I put in my report?

Her weapon is an andouille?

Asshole!

- You're crazy!
- No!

You're a bitch.

Back into your hole!

And stay in there!

ACT V
Alma and Alma

Careful, honey. Don't break anything!

Farewell, Paimpont.

Go for a swim in the lake.

For the first time, it's nice out.

I'll come too.

Marwan, why not go
and clear your head?

Bring your bathing suits.

Dina!

Yes?

You're leaving?

We must move out in two days
and leave Paimpont.

We have no choice.

I wrote "I love you"

On the walls of the moon

I love you so much

More than any human being
has ever loved

Did you not read it?

I wrote it by hand
on the moon's frontier

On the roots of the trees

And on the branches

And on the fruit

Understand?

Everything.

Want to go with us?

Where?

To the lake.

Yeah, totally.

Awesome.

Dad?

Théo and I are taking a walk.

Not too far.

Not him. I can't do this.

What does it matter if he's here?

Say hello, even if he's a moron.

Hello!

Hello.

Yeah, "hello".

How dare they?

They're great at taking root.

What next, tents in the sand?

Gégé!

Why do you wave?

I don't know.

Go on.

Come, Wael.

I don't feel like swimming.

I like it here.

I'm filming you.

You bunch of idiots!

Cold and muddy.

Go under!

Just look in the other direction.

- How do you feel?
- So-so.

I have a weird lump here.

Like a cyst.

Really?

Want me to check?

Wait.

- Where?
- There.

Here?

He's feeling up his wife in public.

In front of the kids too.

Are you crazy? You're giving birth.

What?

That's not a cyst, it's a heel.

I didn't have any contractions.

A heel?

My wife is giving birth.

At the lake in Paimpont.

Yes, an emergency.

Oh yeah…

Right now as we speak.

It's starting.

Is there a doctor here?

Is there a doctor here?

It hurts!

- It hurts.
- Breathe, no push.

Anyone here a doctor?

Is there a doctor for my wife?

Gwendal, watch Nolan!

You can't help after what they did.

Dad's right.
Let them manage.

It's not the baby's fault.

I'm a doctor.

Pompiers are coming,
no need.

Don't look in my wife!

Leave her.

Hold it in!

- Hold it in for the firemen.
- Hold it in?

- Hold in.
- Don't order my wife around!

Two minutes?

Hold her leg.

Hold her, help me.

Marwan, hold her leg.

- Hands off my wife!
- Shut up!

Push!

Push, push…

It won't work, wait for the firemen.

Wait for the firemen!

She'll drop it with her peg leg!

Bravo, Alma!

Honey.

My little baby.

She looks like you.

Thank you.

Another baby's coming out.

No, Nolan, that's the placenta.

Don't touch it, Nolan.

Pacifier?

Little pacifier?

- The soother.
- The little soother.

I'm going to name her Alma.

Why? What did you want?

Soizig?

Gwenaëlle?

For your dad, for the 4th time?

Maybe I can choose now?

What's got into you?
Are you nuts?

In that position,
she wouldn't have survived without Alma.

Sure she'd have survived.

- No.
- Firemen were coming.

No, honey.
You're a plumber, I'm a nurse.

Come on, get real.

- Get real?
- Her brother whacked me.

Can you imagine what it's like?

A father taking his family
so far away?

From a war-torn country
no one cares about

to one where you're helpless
and you get insulted?

Where local plumbers
destroy your plumbing?

What?

Not me.

- It's not me.
- Go on.

I'm telling you eye to eye: not me.

Is it your hormones?

Why is it always my hormones?
Why not yours?

Alpha male peeing all over
to mark his territory with his new pals?

I can't keep up with you.

You go too far.

I think I have to leave you.

It's not funny.

It's not funny.

Don't touch me.

I'm warning you:
if they leave, I leave.

No, you leave. I keep the house.

One year later…

Alma… hello!

Little Alma is so beautiful.

Bravo, Géraldine, finally a success!

That's sweet.

Congratulations.

Soon number five. Work in progress.

Organic artichokes!

Organic tomatoes!

Come closer!

Organic zucchini!

- Everything's organic!
- Step right up!

What a saleswoman!

I'll say. What's more, she's stunning!

No flirting

or I'll hit you with a carrot.

- He says yes to those he…
- Loves.

- He says no to the…
- Teachers.

I think Prévert made him
want to learn French.

What are you doing now?

I'm a full-time teacher, finally.

And I'm divorced as of this morning.
Cheers.

Freedom!

Freedom!

There we go.

It was a little complicated but…

at last we get Ukrainian refugees.

Real ones, this time.

Real ones, I mean…

Yes, Ukrainians from…

from Ukraine.

Another endless war…

The paradox of humanity.

Good and evil battling it out

over and over, forever.

Two Syrians.

Hello, Baba.

- Three more.
- All right.

So…

Two Syrians anyone?

How are the two lovebirds?

Alma!

So, Marwan, are you happy?

Thanks to almost everyone in Paimpont…

Lovely.

If I didn't have the entire facho-sphere
up the ass.

Come on, Joëlle,
we still have some work.

Subtitles: Andrew Litvack

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