All language subtitles for Clara et les Chics Types.en

One day in May on the metro
you told me you loved me too much

Maybe I'm just a dreamer
but I need your love... forever

On my 2000 cc
the two of us are indissoluble

I understand your problem...
Excuse me, but I Love you

I met you at a McDonald's
You were kissing crosswise

I'm asking you, while losing it Baby,
"Will you kiss me?"

You say "maybe"

Even the music in me loves...
I'm gonna die from too much love

I'm dancing to my requiem...
Excuse me, but I love you

I am gonna die!

I am gonna die!

If I'm to start on Monday,

I would've liked you
to have let me know.

What a bummer!

A bummer? With 5 spades,
you're really strong.

It was always better
than your 5 diamonds.

Tricks? What tricks?

They would have scored 4 clubs.

Four clubs wasn't the game.

- Cigarette, Charles?
- If you please.

Look, here's Bertrand.

Fine. At Le Quai des Brumes.

Thanks again. Hello?

I see my brother. He's supposed to
replace me at the hospital.

Go on, buddy.
We won't lose touch.

- How's it going?
- Did you find a job?

Temp job in electrical equipment.
I start Monday.

- Hi, Frederic.
- Hi. I'm coming.

- Happy?
- I'm ecstatic.

Whose kids are those?

His. He picked them up
from the station.

He needs to be told.
The comb trick is awful.

What trick?

He combs his hair, and
throws the comb at the audience.

Nobody picks it up, so...
It's no use.

But for the second time
he's played with us, he's really good.

Yes, he's really good.

Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Paris
with the Why Notes.

But we'll be here Monday morning.

We can do that in the evening.
Cheers.

Come on, kids.

Here they are.
Aren't they beautiful!

Are you saying hello?

- They're tired from the train.
- What are their names?

He's David and he's Franzi.

- Do you want a drink?
- No. No time.

No, it's 7.15
We don't have time.

- Just for a minute. Come on.
- Okay. I'll take a chair.

How are you all?

You still don't "tu"?

I'm bad with "tu".
It'll come with time.

Ich habe Hunger. Ich mochte was essen.
Ich mochte Brot und Schokolade.

What?

He says he wants bread and cocoa.

We're going to have dinner
in 15 minutes.

Wir haben im Zug noch nichts gegessen.
Wir haben Hunger.

Besides, we say "hello"
before saying "cocoa".

What are they saying now?

They didn't eat anything on the train
and they're hungry.

Tell him we're going home.

You've got to stop this..

You don't understand them at all?

No. They live with my in-laws
in Stuttgart.

I only have them during the holidays.
They're leaving again in a week.

- You don't speak German?
- No, I did English.

And your wife?

She lives here with me.

She wanted them to be raised there.

They have a forest and a lake.

They ride, they kayak,
they learn German.

They are very well brought up,
with a lot of discipline.

And then one day,
when they've finished their studies...

we'll get our babies back.
Amazing, eh?

Hey, it's Mickey. Mickey!

We haven't set a departure time
for Paris. When is it?

Paul is generous enough
to lend us his minibus.

And what's more, he's driving it
here himself.

Meeting point... 1 p.m
in front of the Excelsior.

- Hi.
- All good?

No. Not really.

This is David and Franzi.
He's Mickey Mouse.

Hey, you.

- Excuse me.
- Do you know Bertrand?

I have his son in my class.

So? Mickey, something up?

Yes. I'm not okay.

He's a trainee policeman.

I'm not going to continue.

I went into it because I was
afraid of being unemployed.

I'm just not right for it.
It's a grueling job.

You can be outside all night
regardless of weather.

Not to mention the anxiety.
No thanks.

And the people you deal with...
Criminals are disgusting.

I'm not cut out for it.
What more can I say?

It was bound to happen.
I've made my first mistake.

There were thefts at the supermarket
near Chambery.

They sent me.

I jumped on a guy...
it was the deputy-manager.

He was struggling.
I slapped him.

He's the one who took me
to the police station.

- Play my hand for a couple of minutes?
- Two minutes then, because...

First, I'm going to apologize.

Sorry to bother you dear,
but I'm calling on you as a witness:

Did I say, when the Rinaldis came,

that Algeria should always
have remained French?

I don't know if you said "should".
It's just one syllable.

But he said that if de Gaulle
hadn't given in in 1962...

"Algeria would be ours."

"The French had won victory
during the ceasefire."

Am I making this up,
or is that what he said?

"Be ours"? Did I even
utter the word "victory"?

I meant it in a military context.
The matter was settled.

Wrong.

- What does he want?
- He wants to go through, Dad.

So your mother comes and
calls me a fascist in the car.

My friends would be...

Louise, I assure you...
I never said "fascist".

It's a word I don't use.
Okay. Move along.

- Are you coming to dinner?
- Yes, Mum.

The worst is the implication that
I've always been anti-independence.

Some were married.

Some had kids who were too tall
for them, or parents who were too short.

We were chewing gum,

but were approaching thirty,
wearing sandshoes.

Most of us were locals.

Frederic, Aimee, and Charles
were from Paris.

We were not all long-time friends.

Bertrand was the newcomer.

Mickey met him at a demonstration
in front of a high school.

Mickey was in charge
of spotting leftists.

Bertrand chanted slogans with
a beautiful voice.

So Mickey brought him to us.

Above all, what had brought
us together, was music...

The desire to hear it and to make it.

Some, like Frederic and I did,
had temporary jobs.

And everyone was waiting
for something to happen.

That, too, brought us closer.

That indefinable feeling
of waiting together...

...with ridiculous patience,
for something, for someone.

Without admitting it.

The happiest with herself
was definitely Charles's wife.

She was cultivated.
She bore the name Aimee. [loved]

Or was borne by her name.
She thought herself irresistible.

Especially since Charles
was torn with jealousy over her.

The problem is him.

- Him who?
- Mickey. He's afraid of flying.

- He won't budge.
- We can always ask.

- Come on, George.
- Let's go.

No! No pretzels, you snots.
No!

Tell that to your mother.

- Can I interrupt?
- We've finished.

Because...
Do you know Georges?

He's going to pick up clients in Paris
with his plane.

- What sort of plane?
- A Navarro.

It's going there empty
and he can take us.

8 seats. It's more practical
than Aimee's husband's minibus.

Aimee's husband is me.
It's not him anymore.

I'm sorry, but...
Thanks, Georges, that's great.

We have a contract in Paris.

- If there's fog...
- In June?

And if he hits a post?

And Aimee's husband,
a delightful fellow,

he says nothing about his minibus,
nothing about the signwriting...

What signwriting?

"Why Notes" on the side.

So here we are at the last moment
wanting to have fun on a plane.

I find that all too casual!

Do what you want.
I'm not leaving under these conditions.

Don't say "Aimee's husband."
The name is Paul.

- I didn't mean to offend.
- Well don't do it.

Bertrand?

Mummy, we're hungry!

My darling, let me introduce you
to my friends.

Aimee, Louise, Philippe, Charles,

Mickey, Frederic, Georges.

Hildegarde.

You said you were going
to get your roller skates.

It was a pleasure
to bring them for...

These little monsters.

Very well. Goodbye.

You'll have to come to our place.
She'll make her...

She's gone.
Really amazing.

Wait!

Do you have any chewing gum?

Tonight at 9pm,
at the cultural centre,

an exceptional concert
with Michel Jonasz.

Tonight, 9pm, Michel Jonasz
at the cultural centre.

Come on.

- Don't you have your key?
- Well, no.

What's wrong?

The thing is...

The thing is, I can't do it anymore.

Look at the report card
he's brought home.

Read the grades.
Read the teachers' comments.

She's locked herself in the bathroom.

I'd like her to tell you
what she told me.

It's up to you to talk to them.

It needs a father's authority.

I can't anymore!

This house needs a man in it!

Hello, Dad.

I don't have the time now,
but we need to talk, Zozo.

- Yes, Dad.
- Good.

Come on, Sylvie.

Watch out, Sylvie...

Your mother and I are very...
incensed.

I'm telling you...

Sorry, Dad.

It bothers me.
They call me Dad.

It's what I want.
It's better for them.

- We'll have dinner.
- I can't. I'm on duty.

- Tonight?
- Yes.

There were thefts at the warehouses,
TV sets, radios...

I'm on until 3am.
After that, I'm relieved.

Don't get cut shaving
on a holiday eve,

What?

Did you see your fortune teller again?

No, I haven't. I'll give you
your present now, then.

Why?

Happy birthday.

What is it?

Take a look.

- A holster!
- Try it on.

Like this.

Hey! Where did you buy it?

I got it through Jasmin.
He's a customer at the jewellers.

- There.
- Wait. Sorry.

Thank you.

I love you.

It's not a question of self-interest,
but of rights.

Let's talk about separation!
But not about dispossession!

Take back that word.

We're under the communal estate
settlement system.

But this land belonged
to my parents, as you know...

I'll not be one of those women who...

I'll just grab my jacket.

...having given their youth,
their health, their best years...

...find themselves with nothing.

- They find themselves...
- Take that back!

I'd never dispossess you...
I'm not a land-grabber.

You've said "our" land.

Did I say "our" land?
That's unbelievable.

I want Louise to hear this.
Louise! Come here.

Louise!

Louise!

- You hear the performance?
- The same one for the last 6 years.

Not her, him.

Suddenly he wanted her to work,
to have her financial independence...

It was him who discovered feminism.

Louise, on the subject of love,
you're going to receive a letter.

I got it, but you sent the same one
to Leslie, Laurant, and Dominique.

Only girls who come to yoga.

It was talked about, of course...
The love letter that was a circular.

Statistically, it's not a mistake.

Life being a bowl of nuts, we'll see.

I don't have the time
for a love story.

I'm becoming mindless.
I need something purposeful.

Know what I mean?

Well love can be purposeful.

Right now, I'm focused on
the Trans-Africa Rally.

The rally that goes to Niamey.
Leaving on December 23rd.

12,000 km, 19-ton trucks
and girls behind the wheel.

Damn!

I'm in training, with courses
on driving and mechanics.

You must be able to change a tyre
in the desert, and navigate by compass.

Damn! You never mentioned that.

No.

I really don't know you at all.
Damn!

I'm in touch with another girl.
We're in teams of two.

Oh really?

In Paris, tomorrow evening,
I'll be getting to know her.

She's going to show me the truck.

- Hey, be careful.
- It's OK. It's Lionel.

"Let the day begin again and end...

"Without Titus ever being able
to see Berenice."

- See you soon.
- Bye, Lionel.

Shall we go?

This is Radio Contact, 90 MHz.

Hello, listeners.
Hello, jammers.

Good music now, The Crispies
with Monkeys in the Street.

And of course, your announcements.
They're free.

You just need to write them in colour
on the wall of the Sablons Cemetery.

Radio Contact, 90 MHz, every Friday.

"The conscientious objector
who wants to go to Germany

"knows that it can be arranged with
the guy who found the joint."

"Contact him like the other day."

"Would those who stole everything
from my room...

"be kind enough to call me
at work on 874317."

"I'd like to buy back a jacket
and a tape recorder

*"that belonged to my boyfriend,
who was killed this summer.

"If you're afraid I'll rat you out,
send me back the tape."

"Looking for the jerk who dumped me
after two years of mad love."

"Write to me. Without me,
you're too unhappy."

"Address... still at Coco and Jerome's."

"The author of the article
about the university invasion

"by new foreigners..."

What "average height"?

- Can you give me a light?
- What?

- Got a light?
- Certainly.

You benefit from exceptional
after-sales service.

Breakdown service 7 days a week,
free of charge.

Parts, labour, and travel,
free of charge.

That's an excellent deal.

Zero francs plus zero francs
plus zero francs equals less dear.

Aimee? I can't hear you very well.
It's Louise.

Your ex-husband just called, because...

Well, yes, Paul.
I don't know.

Your number is always busy.
He called my parents' house...

Because he can't bring the minibus
to the Excelsior.

He has to go pick it up.
Tell the boys.

Well, yes. What a hassle.

What do you want...

I can't talk to you any more right now,
because...

I'm making a replacement at Poupex.

- The under-bite molars?
- Yes.

It's your wife.

- Can I leave early?
- Yes. See you Monday.

Thank you.

Yes, my pet?

Did he call you or did you call him?

What do you mean, "neither"?

Oh, really? Well, it's...

It's funny you mention Paul,
I'm working on his braces.

His dentist sent him back to me.
He has an under-bite.

When the teeth protrude,
they overhang the jaw.

What does he want?

Hello, ma'am, it's ready.

But it's 20 km away!

He's a drag.
He bugs me.

If he shakes your hand,
he always overdoes it.

Bertrand gets out of class at 11.
He needs to pick me up.

Just a reminder that before I leave,
I have a wedding.

What are you doing there?

Since when?

What page are you on?

Have there been other calls?

No reason, just asking.

Something you want, Albert?

- Is that improvising?
- No. It's Bach.

Johann-Christian.

He did well with it.

Re-orchestrated by me, though.

Even so!

You have resolved to commit yourselves
to the bonds of marriage.

In the presence of God
and His Church,

please join your hands
and exchange your vows.

- Clara, will you be my wife?
- Yes.

And you, Michael,
will you be my husband?

Yes.

I take you as my husband
and I give myself to you.

I take you as my wife
and I give myself to you.

Now you are united
by God in marriage.

May the Lord bless your covenants,

and keep you both
in love and faithfulness.

You're impossible!
Can't you be careful?

Don't raise your voice to me!
I'm warning you!

Warning me?
Is that a threat?

When you get home at 3am,
you don't know what you're doing.

When we came here, didn't he ask
if there was a phone?

I was working!

When you're in charge
of a billion-dollar program in Africa...

you might get home late
and need to use the phone!

You'll see my program!
Just you wait!

- Do you know them?
- No.

Clara, come back!
I'm warning you!

Clara, come back here immediately!
I'm counting to three!

One...

Ah! Clara!

Your timing is perfect.

I'm late. Are you leaving?

Quick! Hurry up.

- Get moving!
- What do you mean?

Get in!
I don't understand.

Go, go, go!

Clara, this is going to be very bad!

Clara, you're going to obey me!
Clara, come back!

You'll smell Paul's knowledge.

I'm warning you, he's an idiot.
Oh really?

And with me, he's so paternalistic.

You'd wonder why.

Otherwise, he's not unpleasant.

He moves and sounds like a truck.

Of course he messed up fast
with Aimee.

He's still mad about her.

- Really?
- Yes, it's sad.

- Helmet.
- Yeah...

Would it be too hard
to lay some planks?

Oh, damn!

Hi, sweetie.

Don't call me "sweetie."

Bertrand, the new singer.

Paul.

Take a look around,
while I finish my paperwork.

In a hurry?

There you are, pal.

Charles, your bow tie...

If it was any bigger
we wouldn't see you.

Yes, okay.
Just hurry it up.

Your photos of Aimee here...

I don't know if I like them.

Don't knock my photos...
They're as good as yours.

With all the guys coming in here...

Bernard always has to
criticise everyone.

- Hi, Robert.
- How's it going, Fatma?

He's an idiot.

Go ahead, guys.

Who's driving the bus?
Is it you?

Well... Yes.

Go ahead.

After you.

- Stop it, damn it!
- What is it? Bernard?

It's "Bertrand." But you can
call me Bernard.

Excuse me for the delay.

I'm filling in for an accountant.
That idiot's lost his wife.

That's okay.

Oh! While I think of it,
can you take this over there for me?

Yeah,

- How did you get here?
- Scooter.

Leave it here.
You can pick it up on Monday.

Here's the hot-rod.

Is that how you spell it?
"Why Notes Orchextra"?

- It's really beautiful.
- Thank you.

Nothing special.
I don't use it on weekends.

Want to try it?
Carefully.

So?
Why am I the one carrying this?

Can't you see?
My hands are occupied.

Give it to me.

Charlie! I love you!
I really do!

Me too.

How's it going with the tall one?

Fine. Mind your own business.

Hey... Does the Chinese guy
ever show up?

Nope.

- Sure?
- Let go of me. It's alpaca.

Because if he shows up
within 100 km...

you call me.
I'll fix him.

- Mind the round tree.
- Yeah.

Have a good trip.

Guys, be careful.

Did you see what sort of idiot he is?

Every time he sees me,
he goes on about his Chinaman.

What was your impression of Aimee?

She's exceptional.
Political science. Languages.

She's translating a biography
of Chang Kai Chek's father.

340 pages.

And she's beautiful.

All men desire her.

I'm the one she came to.
Why?

I don't know.

Anyway, back in Paul's time,
she met this Chinaman.

A remarkable guy, a psychoanalyst.

He practices verbal acupuncture.
Heard of it?

No, what is it?

Words are needles
or needles are words.

Yes, of course.

He places them at points
where the psychic tissue is sensitive.

For example, he says "potato".

If you cry, he tells you why...

and for a small fee,
he gives you the key to fix it.

Oh yeah.

What happened between Aimee
and him? Absolutely nothing.

Nothing more than between Socrates
and his disciples. No, not Socrates.

I was going to say...

With Socrates, there were complaints.

Forget it.

What worked between them
was intellectual magnetism.

Only, after 12 months of sessions...

she made a very harsh
reassessment of Paul.

And she left him.

Since then, he's been looking for
that Chinese guy to slit his throat.

Hey.

What's that?

Typical Paul.

Get away from the post... the tree.
You're way too close.

I warn you, I start Monday at 8,
and at 8.15 I'm going on strike,

to protest against these
degrading working conditions,

that are inhumane and dangerous.

That's it.

Hey, Frederic!

Did you come here just to annoy me?

A busload of Japanese tourists stopped.
They filmed me.

- Leave me alone!
- No.

No, the departure's delayed an hour.

Okay, I'll be there.
Go away.

Why is he getting angry?

Go on, keep going.
I don't know what to do anymore.

Well, get in!
We're not stopping here.

- Hey!
- What?

For the trip, bring two or three.

Two or three what?

Coconuts!

Idiot!

I'm fed up!

There he was,
clinging to his mainmast!

Bus on the port side!
I feel sorry for your families.

And what's more,
he was insulting passers-by.

Did you see the cassette-player
Paul bought himself?

But wait.
You'll see the music lover.

Want to know the title?

Romeo and Musette.

Based on Marcel Shakespeare.

- When will we get there?
- In 6 hours.

Gotta find the highway.

If we didn't have to look
for Mickey at his father's...

- Is he feeling better, by the way?
- Yeah.

He was stressed out with Charlotte
wanting to leave him.

Excuse me, Sir...
How do I get back on the highway?

The highway... Yes.

So, straight ahead.
At the stop sign, turn left.

- And then it's signposted.
- So, straight ahead and left.

- You idiot!
- Thanks.

The look on that guy!

Surreal!

That scared me.

So naughty! I loved it!

Did you confiscate it from a student?

No. It's Paul's.

Oh! No!
Hey! He's turning.

- Did he say left?
- Yes.

Yes. Straight ahead and left.

Stop that! I don't like it.

They're getting closer.

They have the right.
The road belongs to everyone.

Yes. But they're getting very close.

Are they looking for us?

For bricklayers,
they're lacking in humour.

So speed up.

Turn off, we'll get back
onto the highway later.

They're following us.

They're idiots.
If I do a quick spin...

Stop looking at them.
Then they'll lose interest.

What are they doing?

They're turning
on the wind-shield wipers.

Clever.

- Does anyone have the time?
- What's up with you?

Who cares what time it is?

- What speed are you doing?
- I'm at full throttle.

You're doing 80 and it shows 110.

I'm not a racing driver.
I'm going as fast as I can.

Hey, they're passing.

Let them pass.

What do you think?
They're playing games.

- Are they passing?
- No. They're staying put.

If someone comes the other way,
the Paris gala is off.

- Look, they're laughing.
- They're nice.

Let's make it look like
we're having a laugh too.

We won't be laughing
if we run out of petrol.

Looks like we're heading for Italy.

This is really annoying.

Think so?

Go faster.
No, slower.

Tell me what would please you.

Okay. There aren't many options.

The boys will have to fight.

I'm sorry.
I don't beat up workers.

Hey...

You, who's in the police...

What am I supposed to do?

You get a kick
out of attacking strangers

with a water pistol!

Oh, Charles!

- The rats are leaving the ship.
- We wish.

- A moment ago, everyone was laughing.
- No arguments.

Just shake hands.

His political awakening,
that was a scoop.

They're giving up.

- They're giving up, they're fed up.
- So are we, obviously.

Please... I apologize.

I'm very on edge...
work has been crazy.

Everyone wants their teeth fixed
for the holidays.

No, it's me, I'm impulsive.
I have Swiss blood.

What's going on here?

- You not hurt?
- No. I'm fine.

Out, quick, quick!

Oh no.

What bird is that?

No idea.

I've taken care of everything.
A tow truck will be 15 minutes.

- Where's Frederic?
- He's watching the luggage.

- And Georges?
- Which one?

Who offered to fly us?

- I rang him. No answer.
- Damn. That sucks!

How are we going to tell him?

- How are we going to tell him?
- Paul? - Yeah.

There's a little-known trick.

When you have to tell someone
something that'll piss them off.

For example, you need 100 grand.

You say: "My wife's in hospital,
I need a mill and a half."

The guy turns pale,
and then you say...

"If you give me 100,000,
I can arrange the rest."

The guy is so relieved,
he hands it over on his knees.

You hit hard at the start,
and at the finish,

you seem to offer a gift.

That's good.

What happened?

Damn, but...
What happened?

And the others?

They're dead.

Just kidding. All okay.

You bastard!

You scared me half to death!

I'm so happy, sweetie!

So happy, sweetie!
So happy.

That's great. That's great.

Are you watching the luggage?

Are you the Michel Jonasz musicians?

No. Why?

What's all this?

We're a band.
The Why Notes.

- What's your name?
- Bertrand.

Were you were at
Michel Jonasz's concert last night?

Figures.

- My name's Clara.
- No, thank you.

If I'm in the same town,
I go to all of Jonasz's concerts.

If he does six in a row,
I'll go six times in a row.

- Is that a 12-string?
- Yes.

So? Are you feeling better
since this morning?

"Since this morning"? What?

The wedding.

You were there?

I didn't see you...

...even though
you're quite good-looking.

I was with a friend
who was on the organ.

That satisfy you?

You know, in relationships...

..there are a few hiccups.

It's common.

Did you go to Civitavecchia?

Not me. The others
went at Christmas.

He's not the problem.

It's me.

I don't want to be in the picture.

I'm afraid of turning yellow.

Michel has a gloomy personality.

But he's the only one
I get along with.

He has about one idea per second.

His eyes are always moving.
He's a resilient type.

No, thank you.

We were perfectly fine
without getting married.

It's been two years since...

But it's useful for his job,
where we're going.

That's a shame.

Getting married or not,
is not what matters.

Why is it a shame?

He's put his name on me,
like on a suitcase.

He thinks he owns me?

Are you married?

Eh?

I'm with a girl, but we're very open.

I'm also against the Judeo-Christian
tradition of marriage.

A bit like you.

Okay... Some will say...

Okay...

Are you taking me, then?

We can leave, you and I.
Take me.

Take me?

Michel?

Michel doesn't need me.
He only needs himself.

That's the honest truth.

Don't you like me?

Yes. I find you very attractive.

That's not it.
On the contrary.

You're exactly...

I really like you.

In all honesty...

So let's get out of here right away.

I like you, too.

We have to leave before
we get to know each other.

Later, if we don't like each other,
we'll part ways.

But we'll have had some good times.

Six months, a year, ten days...

That's life.

Are you quite happy with your life?

No. I'm not all that happy.

I have a very beautiful woman,
who laughs when she burns herself.

I have two kids.
To hug them,

I have to look it up
in the dictionary.

That's my problem,
but I'm not all that happy, no.

I want to leave with you.

Obviously, it's necessary...

You have to take the plunge.

It's that or...

Or stay in the picture and then...

turn yellow.

What's going on here?

Cheers. We did manage to have
40 seconds of good time together.

That's not bad, is it?

So, they've everything we want.
But it's much dearer than the train.

With all this luggage...

What do we do?

Yes... alright.

Alright, what?

260 horsepower. You see the beast?
You'll drive it with your puny arms?

Equipped with arms of steel.
You'll see.

So I'm giving everyone their ticket
for tomorrow's return trip...

...in case we get separated
by the cruel-hearted city.

The train leaves at 11.12 pm.

Hello?
Sorry.

Fasten your seatbelts,
we're taking off.

You're beautiful.

I've got a rip in my skirt.

I'll give you back the mechanics book.

- What's your teammate's name?
- Edith Goriot.

- Is she good?
- I don't know, I'm meeting her tonight.

We've just texted each other.

Let's go.

- What is it?
- The new costumes.

- When will we get them?
- Not before September.

- I need to talk to you about this.
- Is this kind of punk?

- No. It's not punk, it's Bowie.
- It's "new punk".

It's beautiful.

These fabrics are beautiful,
but in the wash...

Thank you.

Mickey won't be sad,
will you, Mickey?

Look at his hairstyle.

It's the famous
"duck's arse" hairstyle.

What would Edwige say?

And you?
As a root boy with the hat?

Don't say "root boy."

"Rude boys" are Black people,
from the Caribbean.

Are you taking your sax?

We need to rework the bridge
in Fish and Chips.

That's where it goes wrong.

It needs to be more rhythmic,
more syncopated.

I'm having a blast...
Call Bertrand.

He's not in the corridor.

I don't know.

They left this morning
for the Ivory Coast.

The man had family in Dijon.
They needed a car.

They return it tomorrow in Paris.

- Where in Paris?
- At Roissy.

What are you crying about?

Because you scared me.

You came in like a madman.

I thought it was a hold-up.

Didn't they give an address in Paris?

Of course they did.

Excuse me.

He's always had bad luck.

It's not a question of luck.

If he'd fallen off the train,
the conductor would have told us.

He must have got off in Lyon
to make a phone call.

Then he must have
let the train leave.

He must have made a call
to the high school.

He's a pain in the neck in some ways.

For sure.

It's Edith and Mr MacKenzie.
Are you taking care of the luggage?

- Who's that, Mr MacKenzie?
- It's the truck.

- Are you the Why Notes?
- That's us.

I'm Bernard.
I'll be guiding you.

- I didn't picture you like that.
- Me neither.

We're late.
Have you been here long?

Not long.

So? What do you think
of Mr Mackenzie?

He's a good-looking guy.

I have to return it tomorrow.
Do you want to try it?

We need to get our gear.
Come, I'll introduce my friends.

You'll have lunch tomorrow
at home, eh?

It'll be great to see my old school.

Don't you have any other luggage?

We left them at the station.

With more than 3 suitcases,
you won't get a taxi.

O tempora! O mores!

He'll be struggling in the oral exam!

Your classmate phoned.

- Where was he?
- I don't know. In Paris.

"In Paris"?
How long ago?

Two hours.

Definitely not.
What did he say?

That he'd call back.

Where are the Why Notes?

Here.

Telephone.

I'll get it.

Still faithful to the post
Mr Chemineau?

Charles?

So? I'll be waiting for you.

In Paris.

I came by plane.
Let me explain briefly.

Do you remember
that girl at the church?

The bride.

Here's your accommodation.

- Rostropovich!
- Present!

- Aren't there any hangers?
- Not that I know of.

Honey!

May I present my dear friend Edith.

And such a love, that you,
the specialist, would know well,

It only lasts once, and then,
life passes you by.

A coffee, the bill,
then the cemetery.

What?

If I hadn't reacted, the guy would've
taken her to Ivory Coast tomorrow.

I was just in time.

Listen, I'm in the suburbs,
in the outer suburbs.

No. I haven't contacted her yet.

Do you know where he took her
for their wedding night?

The guy's a shady real-estate type.

He's building rabbit hutches
on a vacant lot.

They were in the display-apartment.
I saw them in the window.

I've been trying to call
since I arrived...

but the phone is always busy.

Haven't you had dinner?

Come here.
I'll treat you, you poor thing!

Stop calling me "poor thing."
It's very annoying.

Hold on. I'll write down the address.

Cheers!

Clara!

Where do we find his restaurant?

- Thanks, Edith.
- See you tomorrow. Thanks, Edith.

- A fun spot.
- It's a pleasant suburb.

Is she coming to see us
at the high school?

It should be there.
It's closed,

But yes, it's there.

Restaurant Les Routiers is there.

In any case, he's not there.

So what are we doing?
Not hanging around here all night!

Hey!

Bertrand?

Hey, guys!

He's over there.

Where?

Bertrand, where are you?

Bertrand?

Bertrand?

What are you doing up there?

I came up here so I could see her.

It was closed down there.

Now I'm stuck.

It's open, come and see.

No. I can't come to see.

There's a window without a pane
along on your left.

I'm stuck.
What can you do about it?

I'm counting on you.
You have to help me.

What do you want us to do?

You're just a few metres away.
It's stupid.

I'm not saying that's not smart,
but I can't move anymore.

Not a hand or a foot. Nothing,

Let's go up and break the window.

Hello.

Hello.

How are you?
Are you hanging on?

More or less.
Are they coming up?

They're coming up.
Don't worry.

And apart from that?

Apart from that... Nothing.

Charles told us. What's she like?
What does she look like?

I'm not going to describe her
in detail, here.

What are they doing?

They're trying to open
the apartments.

Mountain climbers,
with a drop like that...

Don't even talk to me about it.

What are they doing?

They went to get a key,
because they're reinforced doors.

- Where are you?
- This is the bathroom.

Are you a believer, by the way?

I don't know.
Why are you asking me that?

What are they going to say?

Hello, sir.
Police. Just a routine check.

I don't know what
to tell him anymore.

You want to check what?

Excuse me, I was wondering
if I could just...

What?

I would like an urgent interview with
Miss... with your wife in particular.

She's not here. Why?

But where is she?

At her friend's house, Miss Moutiers.
13, rue Simon-Dereure.

I'll take her things to her tomorrow.

We've been separated
for fifteen minutes.

Excuse us... Please.

Things happened between people
with a high IQ.

We got married this morning.

I pay tribute to my wife's
ability to synthesise,

and was able to see...

at the end of this first day that...

the components of our characters
produced a result...

that was ultimately conflictual.

I quite understand.

However, would you happen
to have the key to the 5th floor?

But what's this for?
I don't have the key.

No. That's not us.
That's Socotec.

You should ask them.

By the way, can I use your phone
to call the fire brigade?

The phone's out of order.

Why do you want to
call the fire brigade?

You're full of questions,
Mr... Blitrovicz.

I'm not Blitrovicz.

He works here during the day.

Please show me your card again.

He noted my name.

Why were you acting all cocky,
like some movie cop?

"You're full of questions,
Mr Blitrovicz."

He can't hear from up there.

Still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

Hold on tight.

Clara's not up here anymore.
She left her...

I know.
Didn't he say where she went?

Yes. We have the address.

I don't want to bug you,
but I must ask...

If you knew she wasn't there,
why did you climb up?

"It's not the right time."
he explained.

- Do you have the keys?
- Monday, when the offices open.

All we can do then,
is get the fire brigade.

Charles, Aimee, and Frederic,

call the fire brigade
and go back to the school.

Machin, go tell Clara.

Louise, stay with me so we can talk.

No, Machin is likely to be fired
from the police force.

He'll have his photo in the papers
with "Another black sheep".

- What's going on here?
- Don't make a big deal out of it.

- He's your best friend.
- And I'm getting tired of him.

Mickey...

I'm exhausted.

Come on. Let's go.

- You were a fantastic guy.
- Why "were"?

- Stop it, Charles!
- Okay. I'm going.

I still haven't seen her.
What do I tell her?

That I'll find her at the school.

That I love her.

I don't feel it.

Mickey, I mustn't lose her.
If you don't go, I'll let go.

You're all good guys...
even the girls.

You'll see... tomorrow,
I'll sing like never before.

Come on, let's go.

It's getting windy.

The night we spent was not ordinary.

Bertrand and I,
to distract him from his anxiety,

tried to keep the conversation going...

The three most important things in life,

for me, are: 1. Friendship.

2. Sincerity. And 3. Mozart.

I'm putting love aside.
You can't compare love.

No. That's for sure.
Because love...

Yeah.

Meanwhile, the others
were roaming this district...

looking for a phone booth...

No phone in the phone booth.

Mickey showed up
at Marie-Claude Moutiers' house,

The friend at whose house
Clara had taken refuge for the night.

She doesn't know anything about it,

But you tell her yourself...

But don't waste time...
she's upset.

It's the second door.

Am I disturbing you?

No. I start my shift at 2 a.m.

I was pasting up photos.

Bertrand is in the capital, and
he wants to see you tomorrow at 2 p.m.

"Bertrand"?
Who is Bertrand?

Why do you want my name and address?

They get hoax callers.

You have to respond...

This person is hanging
20 metres above the ground.

He said "Me too."

I told him that...
Yes, I can see perfectly well now.

It happens, having flashbacks.
I wasn't in my right mind.

It wasn't just him.

It was the moment, the street,
the freedom. And him.

"The opportunity, the tender grass"...

If he'd said yes right away,
we might well be far away.

Now, I'm the one who's far away.

My life has changed.
I'm a different person.

Go tell him.

- In one day?
- Yes.

I wouldn't even recognise him
in the street.

If I tell him that, he'll let
himself go. Can you believe that?

He'd better let himself fall,
because with me,

he'd hang himself.

Because I'm not someone
you can hang out with.

My morale is at 30 below.

Since this morning...

I got married, I fought all day,

I separated last night.

I was supposed to leave France
tomorrow.

But now, I don't know
where to live anymore.

And I lost...
I don't even have my moped anymore.

I sold it.

And I lost my job.

I can't take care of
your boyfriend, either.

Don't cry, because it...

Actually... I don't like it.

What work do you do?

I take care of...
not on my own...

...problem children
in a specialised centre.

What do you do?

Tell me about something else...
about your life.

- Are you married?
- No. I'm not married.

Where do you work?

Temporarily, I'm just passing
through the police force.

That's great.

Tell me some police stories.

I don't know any cheerful ones.

Tell me anyway.

Go on.

For example, recently...

we were called out
for a settling of scores

between Italians and Gypsies.

Two bullet-ridden bodies
were found in a CitroŽn.

And a third, strangled with a shoelace.

It was my idea to take
the shoelace to the lab.

That's not true.
Several of us had the idea.

Using the shoe brand,
we arrested some individuals,

including one named Casteldini,
who had a...

a brand new shoelace on one foot.

Tell me more.

More?

Once, it was in the mountains.

a farmer and his wife
were sword-fighting with pokers...

...over a matter of fertiliser
that he had traded...

...for a camera
that she had just bought.

We found her...

...sitting in the fire.

Careful! I'm a youngster,
but don't molest me.

We'll take you down.

Anyway, you're not that young.

I said to him...
"Where are the drugs?"

There were five of them.

I was alone and unarmed.

Suddenly, what do I see,
shining in the gloom?

The sharp blade of a razor.

No!

I really must go.

Not right now.
Stay a little longer.

Later.

Keep talking.

Talk.

After the formalities, we returned
to the school where everyone was asleep.

Instead of falling asleep,
Bertrand, bravely,

had begun to write to his wife.

I'll read you the beginning.
You're not asleep, Louison?

No.

So...

"Hildegarde,

"Perhaps I have never loved you
as much as I did tonight.

"And yet, you'll laugh...
I'm leaving you."

Remove "you'll laugh."

You up already?

You scared me. So?

Louise...

I really hate myself.

You didn't find her?

- Yes, I did.
- What did she say?

Oh, well...

She doesn't want him.

She doesn't even want
to hear about him.

- That's not your fault.
- No it's not.

What did you do?

I despise myself.

What did you do?

Made love with her.

With her?

With the woman of my friend's life.

I never knew that one day,
I'd sink so low.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Not at all. I'm just...

She has a sublime face,
a sublime body.

I kissed her, kissed her,
kissed her, kissed her...

I didn't give him a thought.

She was naked.
Absolutely naked!

I stared at her...
at her beauty.

Her legs were amazing.

It's just so awful.

We made love with pleasure...

I'd read about it, but never known it.
I don't know if you understand.

I despise myself, Louison.

No, listen...

You did what you could
for your friend.

Your sensuality has a will of its own.
You obeyed the dictates of your body.

Do you have to see her again?

No, no.

- Is he asleep?
- Yes.

What'll I tell him?

Nothing. Nothing!

Stronger... much stronger!

It's got to blow people away!

Shall we add some echo to that?

Yes. Absolutely.

We can work out the balance
when we're all here.

Are you awake?

Good morning, Bertrand.

- You didn't find her?
- Who? Me? No.

I know, Louise told me.
How come you didn't find her?

Who? Me?
Well, yes.

The guy at the apartment
told me 34, rue Simon-Dereure,

but it only went to 27.

If there's anyone not embarrassed
by that question, it's me.

So why did you come home so late?

Now that's a question
I've been waiting for.

For the first time I was in Paris
at night, I really let loose.

Aren't you ashamed?

Oh, Mickey.

What a bastard you are.

Louise is in there.
Yes, but not you.

Expanded.

Phone for the Why Notes.

- It's long-distance.
- Are you going, Charles?

- Are you buttoning that up?
- I hadn't noticed.

Damn!

Frederic...

Dear friend?

Are you going shopping this morning?

Yes.

Can you take this letter for me?

Yes. Where?

I'm taking the liberty
of buying your silence.

And I'm paying dearly.

You can ask me
to mail you a letter...

...without engaging
in erotic actions.

No. It has to arrive today.
You have to deliver it.

Hello, Edwige.

No. It's Charles.

And you?

What?

Nothing special.
Why the question?

I get there, I force open the door.

Then he has 5 seconds
to give me the address.

After that, I'll rip an eye out.

What's the funny look for?

You can see the back of my neck.

Your neck has a funny look.

I'd rather you just let it go.

I apologize,
but I'm thinking of Hildegard.

Hildegarde, my former wife.

Your "former wife"...

You're going to hurt yourself.
I try not to think about her myself.

About your family...

About your mother, a wonderful,
fragile little old woman

who will die from the news.

She's 55.
Hardly a "little old woman"?

What's got into you?

Mickey?

I wish you would just let it go.

Phone. It's Edwige.
Edwige?

Group photo, noon sharp.

- Sharp.
- Okay, Nemuse.

What did you get up to last night?
Aren't you ashamed?

What's she like,
that girl from Rue Simon-Dereure?

Michel, you're lying!

What's wrong?

It's just... our friend here left
his wallet at a lady's house.

The girl's friend called
at her place, at Edwige's.

She did that?
Wow, that's awful.

He claimed he wasn't married,
which is true.

Was Edwige being fair?

No.

- And what about his wallet?
- She arranged to meet him.

Good. Don't worry.
I'll come with you.

- We'll go to the show flat first.
- No, I'll go, I'm going out,

Show me the address.

It's at the Trocadero.
I'm going to Edith's.

It's in Monmartre.

I've got your motorcycle ready.

Thank you.

Mum, I'm here to tell you I've decided
to use the informal "tu" with you.

You came back from America
to tell me this?

No. I've been living in France,
in Grenoble, for a year and a half.

Do you have a job now?

Yes. I'm starting on Monday
as an electrical fitter.

Five years of higher education
to end up with that?

Wouldn't you have been better off
retaking your matriculation?

Six years, not five.
90 out of 2,500, passed.

I concluded that society
was incapable of utilising my energy.

I'll start again at the bottom,
but on a different scale.

This is about politics, of course?

I suggest we not continue
this discussion.

And the others?

The 2,000 who failed like you...

What are they doing?

Like me, reading the classified ads.

Your father pointed out to me
that you hadn't written or called...

since that scene.

But I came.

- Today?
- Yes.

Your father says you could have
at least sent your greetings.

Even foreigners do that.

Happy New Year, Mum.

Hello.

I'm coming!

Hello!

"Hello."
That's Jacques, my husband.

- Hello again.
- Yes, again.

- Have I ever told you about him?
- No.

This is Louise. Come in.

Jacques is a photographer.

He's coming with us.

With us?

Kodak commissioned
a photo report from him.

He'll be with us,
but no touching the steering wheel.

No.

- Are you leaving the door open?
- No.

So go and close it.

Since you ask me so nicely...

Didn't I ask him nicely?

Oh, you're crazy with flowers.

Do you know how long ago
the red car left?

The gentleman came in for a coffee.

45 minutes ago.

- And he left.
- Was he alone?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Oh, wow!

That's me.

Next to me is my best friend,
Jean-Michel de Vauquer.

I never saw him again.

What time are they arriving?

They're all here. We're waiting for you.
Aren't we?

Hi everyone.

It's Little Meaulnes.

Goodbye, Maulnory...

And then Timbuktu,

Gao, Niamey...

No, not Timbuktu.

Listen, Jacques...

If you'd like to take the time
to look at the map...

you'll see Timbuktu here
and Niamey there.

I'll look at the map
when I feel like it.

And I remind you that if you managed
to get on board with us...

at the last moment,
for your report, you'll tell me.

- What do you mean, "managed"?
- Well, yes.

Are you insinuating that I want
to interfere with your trip...

Interfere? What a nasty word.
I'm not insinuating anything.

The other day you said to me...

"Some people want to
infiltrate the rally."

What does that mean, for you?

Do I talk like that, Louise?

And I even said to you...

"Say the word infiltrating again,
and I'm not leaving."

You retorted...
"Call it what you want."

The phone rang.

No... You're the one who always asks
if you're doing the right thing.

I say: "Come for your photos,
but not with your insecurities."

Do I look as if I had
an insecurity complex?

Why don't you just do things simply?

You start by saying them simply.

But I do!
What are you on about?

Hey! There!

I need to see your passport.

- I'm not flying.
- Your passport.

- I need to see a traveller.
- No!

Do you understand?
I'll come straight back.

No!

Is this child yours?

- Here.
- Thank you.

Clara had gone out.
Then she told me I'd made a mistake.

Why did you give
your name and your address?

Because I called collect.

It wasn't all that serious.

She also slipped once.
They're on account.

This is the kind of thing
that makes me feel sick.

Maxime!

A kid from the Centre last year.

He stopped talking to his Father.

How did it happen?

Suddenly.

Did you teach him to speak again?

It was the father,
who was taught again.

Are you both alright?

Hello, Maxime.

- Hello, Miss.
- Hello.

- How are you now?
- Very well.

Actually, I wanted to see you...
to thank you.

You can see he's good.

Now, we're going to get my brother.
I have a CLW 613 locomotive.

The same as his, but better.

Looks like I've got all the news.

So, Maxime...
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You don't seem to be doing very well.

Come on, tell me who you all are.

Besides music, what do you do?

Me?

Can I have a vanilla ice cream?

Before, I was a medical sales rep.

You're driving around
with medications.

And then the lab had me...

And then I had a part-time job
in a toy factory.

And then I had to...

But what's wrong?
What's wrong, Louise?

What's wrong? Come on, tell me.
Tell me, Louise.

Tell me.

It's so stupid.

Nobody seems hip.

Forget your problems.
The show must go on.

And the music in me loves
I'm going to die from an over-love

You kill me, I kill you

I kill you, you kill me

I dance my requiem
Excuse me, but I love you

you kill me, I kill you
I kill you, you kill me

Do you want a photo?

It's him. The Chinese.

- Oh yes.
- What does it mean?

There's no sign saying
"Chinese Forbidden".

Did you call him, or what?

What was it between you
before we knew each other?

Listen, if you're so worried,
you ask him.

Where are you going?

I'm going to say hello to him.
Come with me, if you like.

Well, I never! Fantastic!
Look who blew in!

My husband, Charles Maulnory.
Roger Phang-Su-Yen.

Hello.

Would you like a drink?

- No, thank you.
- Excuse me.

You came.

Why did you make me carry
this foolish letter.

I wrote to you 3 times
from Grenoble, with no reply.

That's ridiculous,

And you refuse to speak to me
on the phone.

Yes, that's right.

He lives in Neuilly.

Tell me right now
if I'm bothering you.

You're bothering me.

It's funny how I'm getting
my vocabulary back.

It's like riding a bike.

Pedalling comes back to you.

So why did you come?

To tell you to stop.

There's never been anything
between us.

You chase after me.
It's very unpleasant.

Bastard!

I agree.

No. I'd like smoke less.
I cough when I wake up.

Give me an hour.
The last one, Roger.

What for?

I'll leave you.
I have someone to see.

I'll be back.

I don't love you,
but you break me up.

I agree.

Excuse me.

Jean-Michel...

Yes?

Well...?

Well, nothing.

I have a wife and a child
and I work in a bank.

And I go out in the evening.

Though not every night.

Well then...
If that's your thing...

Did the others recognise you?

No.

- Dance?
- Yes.

Hey... Didn't you see Aimee did you?

Aimee is one crazy time
that I haven't had.

"Crazy time"?

- What are you going to do, then?
- I don't know.

I need another girl
and another truck.

I go crazy with them,
but I have to leave.

Bravo! Excellent!
Thank you.

Could I check with Aimee's husband
about the truck?

His brother is a manager at Berliet.

Don't say "Aimee's husband."
Her husband is Charles.

I loved Clara.
I adored her.

Even though yesterday morning,
I didn't know her.

And right now
I no longer know where she is.

Love is not about endurance.

You see...

There's a brilliant quote of Spinoza's,
which I've forgotten...

But he was right.

That's love.

I'm ridiculous.

That's right... I admit it.

Absolutely not.
Everyone talks like that.

Not at all.

And then you tell yourself...

I'm sorry, but...

Life... is maybe not just MY life.

There are the children,
There's a wife, hard but fair.

Now, let's make sure
we speak the same language.

So I'm going to impose French
at home.

I also wish that I, like other fathers
take my kids to school in the morning.

That they live with me.

I don't want my arms
to be their second home anymore.

That's true, isn't it?

It's not to speak ill
of current society, but...

People are selling things off
a bit too quickly...

The fundamental values of a...

civilisation of which we...

of which we are,
whether we like it or not...

the heirs...

What's wrong?

I'm relieved you said that.
You've always led an exemplary life.

I'm going to all
of Jonasz's concerts.

Taxi, please!

Bertrand!

This bike is driving me nuts.
If I turn it off, it won't start again.

Does it work?
Uh... yes.

- Take me for a ride.
- Wait.

I'd like to consult you...

about a matter concerning
one of our friends.

Are you able to be discreet?

Tell me on the way.

He's looking for Aimee everywhere.

Should I leave him in the dark?

or let him know he'll find her
at the Chinese guy's place...

11, rue de la Visitation?

Tell him nothing.
Leave it be.

Is she his mistress
in the erotic sense of the word?

It's a psychological embrace.

- That doesn't stop anything.
- That's true. It doesn't.

So?

Idea... the artists' exit.
You never know.

She's here.

Clara! Ho!

You know, it's the guy...

Come up here!

- I'm going to meet a friend.
- Wait for her.

I can say "oh" too.

- Let me through.
- Get back.

You are not entitled to give orders

to impede the free movement
of individuals.

Don't feel personally targeted
by my gesture...

which we will consider
a symbol of protest...

against the repression of which you
are an unwitting supporter...

and, I am convinced,
are personally very sceptical.

But he's crazy!
Are you going to hit a kid?

You're not going to assault a kid!

Notify the Human Rights League!

I'm bleeding!

This is going to cost you
a lot, guys!

A lot!
Don't come crying!

This is the final battle...

Clara!

Clara! Clara!

How long did they keep you?

Four hours.

I'm going to file a lawsuit,
because I have a ringing in my ear.

Maybe I can get a pension.

- Where can I get something to drink?
- Over there.

You want any newspapers?

Want any newspapers?

No.

- Hasn't she called him?
- He thinks they've gone off to China.

Oh, he's panicking.

It's like saying
I'll never see Clara again.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going back
to the church where she got married.

- Are churches open on Mondays?
- Of course.

Aimee?

I love you.

I hate him.
He's a malevolent being.

He played with my corpus,
with my bonds, my genealogy.

How?

I hate him, I reject him,
him and his traumatic method.

What do you mean
by "playing with your corpus"?

These are the inscriptions...

made on my subconscious
by external impulses.

He ruined me in two hours,
without touching me...

with nothing but words.

But what words!

I'm completely out of sync.

I don't know where I am,
who I am, or when I am.

Do you know when I am?

Honestly, no.

I love you.

Kiss me.

Hey!

Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Take me with you!

Take me with you!

I need a private word with you.

- I won't be long.
- Wait...

Excuse me a moment.

I'm coming with you.

- You're coming with me?
- Yes, you need a girl.

I'm going to learn.
I'm going to work.

I'm going to train.

We're leaving together.

It's the end of the year.

I have the summer to train with you.

Afterwards, I work
to earn some money.

And then we're off.

Take me with you!

You don't have the right
to look at me like that, Bertrand.

It's my life and I want to be free.

And it's difficult.
Difficult!

I want to be free
to contradict myself.

No parents, no husband, no judge!

I'm changing my life,
because life is changing me.

I meet you, I leave my husband,
I make love with Mickey...

and today, I'm leaving
for the desert with Louise.

That's how it is,
and it will always be like that.

What do you mean, "with Mickey"?

Which Mickey?

- Not him, right?
- Yes, him.

Yes, because, wait...
I'll explain.

By a series of coincidences...

It's not possible.

It is possible.
It may seem strange...

Wait.
Show it to me in slow motion.

You actually saw each other?

When you told me
that you hadn't found her, you...

What did you tell him?

Well, that is to say... Nothing.
Nothing, because we decided that...

What do you mean, "we" decided?

Ah, the conspiracy?

Judas wasn't alone?

Who else?

Does everyone have dirty hands?

It's all news to me.
Honestly.

No wait, Bertrand...
Sit down.

I've heard everything I need.

There's a Hitchcock film
where they were all in on it.

Stop.
Listen.

- If my word has any value...
- None.

Not the clothes!

The Lady Vanishes,
the Hitchcock film.

Where are you going? I'm leaving.

I've hit rock bottom.
The dregs of society.

Watch where I'm going!

- Bertrand, come back.
- You're making things awkward.

You have to explain it to him.

Mickey went to get him.

Come back!

Bertrand!

Did he get off the train?

No. He's sulking.

Are you okay, Mickey?
Dot you want me to carry your bag?

I'm not tired.

- Where are we going?
- To Louise's.

We'll wake up your parents.

The ground coffee
doesn't make a sound.

I hope you didn't send
your letter to Hildegarde.

Yes, but it won't arrive
until tomorrow.

I'll watch out for the postman
while walking the dog.

You don't have a dog.

I'll buy one today.

It makes a good face.

Yeah. So, shall we go?

What are you doing?

I'm looking.

Subtitles by FatPlank for KG