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- Hello, Mr Berger. - Hi, Vincent.

Hi there, I'm Vincent.

And, yeah, you're Anne-Karine.

Press!

Press!

Remind me, do you get to touch my stereo?

That too, hands off!

Out of my room!

Dipstick!

- It's my room too. - Sorry?

Didn't...

Didn't hear you.

It's my room too.

You're the dipstick!

Come back here!

Vincent!

Smartass!

Smartass dipstick!

- If you let go, I let go. - You first.

- On three... - One... two...

Three!

Not at school?

My English teacher is away.

By the way...

It's my room and you're the dipstick.

- Come back! - Help!

JUST AN ILLUSION

We decided to float shares to raise capital.

Raising capital means...

Modernisation, computerisation of the company...

And particularly in times of recession,

we must ramp up capacity

in an increasingly competitive world.

Hello?

Who?

Yes, she is. Sandrine?

- For you apparently. - Me?

Yes, you.

It sounds urgent.

Mum!

Hang up now.

Hang up, dipstick!

Vincent...

Mum!

I want a room of my own! Please, mum!

Cut it out. I can't talk. I'm in a meeting.

I'll kill you! Open up!

So sorry.

Hang up!

Mum!

- Hang up! - Mum!

Vincent, I'm hanging up.

I'll throw you out the window!

- Hang up! - He wants to throw me outside!

Safe landing!

Sorry, Mr Laugier.

We're on the first floor.

Why don't you answer at work?

I had a very busy day.

One meeting after another.

When do I get my own room?

Soon, sunshine.

You did your homework?

No, Arnaud kicked me out again.

With a room of my own...

In Morocco, five to a room,

we did our homework, studied, and got where I am today.

And your mother?

- She was in a meeting too. - She was?

Your mother has meetings now?

Nope! No, no, no...

Not on your life. Mr Dayan, you can't park there.

They've changed the markings.

So your spot's no. 38.

Yes, I know, Mr Berger. But I've been no. 26 for ten years.

38's under a tree, and with all the birds...

I know but it doesn't allow you to...

It ruins the paintwork, costs a fortune at the carwash.

I get it. But your spot's 38.

Mr Berger, I had a hard day at work,

my boy's tired after judo,

the spot's free so...

I understand but your spot is no. 38.

Great listening skills, our conversation's really going nowhere.

For sure.

If it's a free-for-all,

I gotta...

Piss me off!

Actually, I heard that.

Yes, this pisses me off because the wall next to 38

means I might scratch the car.

Evening!

- Hi, mum. - Hi, sweetie.

You were late. Sensei kept calling.

Where did you get to?

I had a meeting that overran.

Really? A meeting or interview?

Sandrine!

You remember I'm out tonight?

Tonight?

- Out where? - You're joking?

My IT course. I told you.

Months ago, you muttered something about a course. Since then, nothing.

Yves, seriously?

Yes, three months ago, you were "looking at signing up."

You're a broken record.

- So tonight, you're out? - Look...

Admit the facts! You say it like it's a done deal!

- Like it's a done deal? - Precisely. A done deal!

- What deal? - The deal that's done!

Why put that up?

I like funk. You put up stuff you like.

No, because I like rock.

Not dross.

Guys in gold underwear singing like girlies.

So...

next time,

ask permission before you touch my walls.

Not your walls.

If I like it, I can...

You can. There, over your bed.

Get lost, dipstick.

Change the record.

It's always the same with you.

You pretend to forget.

I pretend nothing at all. One example!

- I have a dozen examples. - Just one.

The dishwasher. You said you'd fix it.

Bad example. You said doing dishes relaxes you.

Cut that out! I said it once, five years ago.

Quit bringing it up!

Not 5 years ago, just last time.

I'll repair the...

I'm calling Berger.

No, not Berger.

I don't want him in the house!

- So fix the dishwasher. - I will.

That'll be the day. You can't change a bulb.

Last time, you blew fuses in Blocks B and D!

B and D? No.

Just Block B, not...

Yup, B and D.

Exactly! What are you doing?

- Going out. - "Going out"?

Don't you like it here? Out where?

The Berninis.

Again?

Not too late.

All right.

- I'm calling Berger. - No, you're not calling Berger!

Don't go calling Berger, please.

I'm calling Berger!

I warmed some lasagna for you. I'll put it here.

Thank you, Mrs Bernini.

- Amore? - Si.

- How was work? - Excellent.

Who's here?

The Dayan boy.

- He's here a lot. - Yes.

No kiss?

It's your go.

I hate when they do that.

Lucky you, missing out on that.

Yeah, lucky me.

Supply pipe cut. It's a real pig's ear!

I patched it up.

Whoever did that is a waste of space.

This should hold up

until the spare part comes through.

- Why didn't you call? - I should have.

Too right, you should have.

So I order the part?

If you don't mind, Mr Berger.

Gotta crack on. Say hi to your good lady.

Yes, without fail.

Remember, Dayan, your spot is...

No. 38.

He's a pain in the neck!

- You're not at work? - Sure I am.

Just not at the office. I have a meeting nearby.

Wherever you're going, they'll smell you coming.

What's your brother dyeing?

He only ever wears black now.

Fun guy. How am I supposed to shower?

What's her name?

Nervous, right?

It's okay to be nervous.

This one time, in middle school,

I was your age, maybe 13-14...

See you, dad.

All right.

Anyway...

Jot down the RTL suitcase jackpot, will you?

Sure.

A quick reminder, in the suitcase today there is...

12,137 francs!

You got it?

I got it.

Good luck!

Bye, dad.

- Hello! - Come in, it's open.

She's home.

Anne-Karine, hang up!

Your friend's here.

Show him up, I'll be right there.

Come in.

Upstairs, on your left.

Knowing my dad, not a chance.

You remember that time I rode with Jeff?

Hello.

The blond one.

So I got on behind him.

And my dad saw us.

Seriously, he blew his top.

You're out of your mind!

Sure he knows her. His sister's in the same year.

Right now, I can't.

I'd have loved to.

It's crap. I have to prep my presentation with thingy.

You know, that kid in our class.

It's random. Just my luck, I got him.

STAY OUT

"Anne-Karine, Genevieve..."

Sorry, stuff to organise.

No problem, I'm in no rush.

You're new?

New? Not at all.

We never met?

Kind of, you know.

- You were there last year? - Yeah, I was in 5C.

You were in 5D.

I went to Marius Jacotot primary.

But we did PE together at Gallion.

Hey, creepy. You've been watching me?

No, not a bit.

You so have.

- Anne-Karine, phone! - Coming!

Let's divide up the presentation.

One part each.

Isn't the idea to do it together?

Sure but...

doing it together separately is better.

So working together, not together?

You start, I have to answer that.

Fabulous, sounds good to me.

"Fabulous"?

What a dipstick!

How and why

did Germany...

Shit and fuck!

Fuck and shit!

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Dayanne junior?

Yes, I guess. It's Dayan.

Right. Have you finished?

Almost.

My daughter went out. You can go.

Stop by the bathroom on the way out perhaps.

- Arnaud! - You're not asleep?

The folks fought all night again.

No kidding.

Dad woke up at noon today.

Vincent, it's 1am. I'm wiped out.

- You think they'll divorce? - What?

Don't talk crap. Unplug your brain, sleep.

I saw dad earlier, alone in a café.

So what? It's a free country.

He looked sad.

Arnaud!

Don't you get it?

Get what?

Arnaud, what don't I get?

Dad's unemployed.

He got fired.

For some reason, he won't let on.

All right, sleep!

Sandrine, want a lift to the station?

- Just a second. - What are you doing?

Playing ping-pong.

- Tidying. - Right.

I'm going. Have a good day, work hard.

You too, dad.

Here, look.

I'll be late for work.

Knock it off. Come here!

- Where'd you find it? - In your son's wardrobe.

- In his wardrobe? - Yes!

- How much is there? - Didn't count.

At least 5,000 francs, maybe more.

- More maybe? - Yes.

What's he up to now?

No clue!

I'm worried. You need to talk to him.

Tonight!

Yes, I'll talk to him.

Yes!

C'mon, Vincent, tell us.

- My presentation? - Come on, spill it.

It went just fine.

That's all?

You've no chance. Short of a miracle.

True.

A miracle...

like this, you mean?

Or a miracle like this one?

No way, you're kidding me!

Let's see.

- Those aren't her lips. - No way.

Give it back!

- Are they really hers? - You're a liar.

I'll smell it and tell you.

She has a big mouth!

The old girl's here. Let's go.

Hello!

- All good. - You took your time.

- I got this. - Looks good.

- Go for it? - Sure!

- No! - Don't be so chicken.

Here goes, okay.

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello.

We'll take those three.

The Easy Life.

A pleasure to welcome film buffs to the store.

Dino Risi.

Vittorio Gassman.

Masterpiece.

- Right. - Yeah.

Next A Man and A Woman. Claude Lelouch.

Magnificent.

Jean-Louis Trintignant, Anouk Aimée.

Amazing!

I must say I'm pleased. Usually,

kids your age want US blockbusters or Bruce Lee.

- That's not us. - No, not our style.

Good. It's good to think.

And stimulate your brain cells.

Yes, and it's not all we stimulate.

The Gold Bush?

I don't think I've seen this one.

- You were bigging it up, Thierry. - Yeah.

You're good at explaining stuff.

Yes, it's...

like a western.

- I think. - An epic adventure movie.

It got great reviews in TV Pocket.

What's he telling her now?

Shit, we were so close.

The only day my place is free.

I'm gutted.

So?

Shit, I knew it!

Shit, Oussman!

- How? - My silver tongue.

Move it!

Thierry, in position!

Why me?

- We take turns. - You first.

- Don't be a dick. - I got us the tape.

- I'll hide it at home. - And I have the VCR.

So you're lookout. Simple.

Go on.

- We'll swap in ten minutes. - It's always me.

Hit play.

The Gold Bush

What's going on?

Nino, you home?

- Fuck it, Thierry! - I saw no one.

What do we do?

No clue. Let go of me!

I walked 40 minutes from the station because of the strike.

I'm pooped.

Hello, boys.

Hi, Mrs Bernini.

We rented a film from the video store.

That's great.

A Man and A Woman, I love it.

Where are you up to?

It's raining.

Like it?

Alot.

Thingy!

Hi, what brings you here?

A friend of mine lives in Block D.

That's funny. I'm in Block B.

Yeah, funny.

- The rain sucks. - Yeah, sucks.

Actually, if you live here, can I borrow your jacket?

I'm not mad about your style but...

I don't want to get my hair wet in the rain.

I didn't say odd.

You said it.

I keep my eyes peeled. Just doing my job.

Once, Jehovah's witnesses togged up like you

were going door to door...

Moshe, tell him we have a lesson every Thursday at 5.

Moshy what?

It's true, Mr Berger. Sorry, I'm just late.

It's my Hebrew lesson.

Hebrew? If you ask me, it's all the same God.

Any ways up, Jesus or your God,

or the Black or Arab God, or even worse the Jewish God,

we're in the same boat without a paddle.

Mind you, I say that,

I ain't even baptised. How about that!

Fascinating, but we're running late. I have other lessons after this.

- Where's your kippah? - I can't find it.

Take mine, save time.

Coat off, let's go.

You're waiting for the Messiah?

- I'm just a bit cold. - Cold?

Right, from where we left off.

Louder. I've told you 100 times.

Synagogue or theatre, project for folks at the back.

Come on.

So you didn't practise?

And you seem distracted today.

Here, I brought you the tape. I recorded your passage.

Listen to it at least once a week, right?

All right.

Stand up.

- You memorised your speech? - A bit.

A bit?

Go ahead.

Dear family and friends,

with huge joy and great emotion,

I stand before you...

That's better.

I'll be in the living room. Louder!

For those deaf as a post or in the back row.

Louder!

With huge joy and great emotion...

Come on!

I am grateful to you all for coming today,

as I leave childhood and step into adult life.

Louder still!

As I leave childhood to step into adult life.

This event symbolises setting out on the path

that teaches us to understand

our actions should not be the fruit of instinct

or impulse.

Moshe?

I understand that today I enter the sphere

of responsibility.

And that I must accept

the consequences of my actions.

Careful with it, it's fragile.

- What on earth is that, Sandrine? - It's a computer.

A computer? What for?

For my IT course. Work loaned it to me.

It's tricky to install, Sandrine.

Any ways up, it can't be so tricky.

- Thanks, Mr Berger, we'll manage. - Bye then.

- You'll manage? - Sure I will.

Don't put that there, you'll...

It's a box, Sandrine. Just a box.

- Keep calm. - I am calm, it's fragile!

As if we don't have enough clutter at home!

- Gently! Please. - Come on!

I'll guide you. Keep coming.

Hold that.

Give it here! You'll do it wrong.

- You're so predictable. - I'm not.

I always end up doing it on my own. Push there.

There, you've broken it!

There, should work now.

Works!

Magic, right?

How can I ever thank you?

I have an exam,

a training course, and I'm not up to speed.

And I can't rely on Yves.

Yup, not even to change a tyre.

Or a lightbulb.

He's not very hands-on.

That's right, Yves isn't very hands-on.

Yves has a degree.

He's an executive, as it happens.

Now then, Sandrine. Sit yourself down.

Thank you.

- So... - Let's ease into it.

Start by pressing Ctrl-Shift.

Ctrl and shift, that's...

There!

Any ways up, keep it coordinated.

Shift!

Alt-Shift. No, that's a B.

And I used to play the piano!

I played the mandolin.

- Really? - Nope.

Hilarious.

I didn't see that coming.

Winging it.

On second thoughts, with the mouse,

slide the little arrow onto the little icon.

Right then...

- This way? - Then click...

- It zips all over. - Sol see.

There!

- Then I... - Look, Sandrine...

It's no good.

If I may maybe...

You really have to go...

nice and easy, like that.

Go round in circles.

Click there and it makes a square.

If you go like this, it jerks off.

Yes, it jerks.

Jerks off everywhere.

Right, Mr Berger! My wife's got the hang of it.

And I'd rather we stick to Mrs Dayan.

It's dinner time for us, if you don't mind.

I don't mind.

Good, wonderful. I'll see you out.

Thanks, Mr Berger.

My pleasure.

What's that then? I smell yum-yum.

Perhaps you...

You did a wonderful job.

Yup.

- Goodbye, Mr Berger. - Goodbye.

- Who is it? - Dad.

Turn it down, we need a chat.

Well...

Tidying up earlier, mum found an envelope.

What? She snoops in my stuff?

She doesn't snoop, she tidies.

Tidies your mess, so she found the envelope.

We want an explanation.

It's nothing, it's my business.

Your business? What are you messed up in?

A few albums don't rake in 6,400 francs.

Seriously? You counted it?

Arnaud, are you on drugs?

What the heck!

So where's it come from?

Nowhere. It's...

I make compilation tapes to sell.

That's all.

- For that much? No way. - Way.

Look...

The Cure live in Blackpool. 250 francs.

250 francs?

Joy Division live in Brighton.

300.

Same for the Cocteau Twins.

The population of what became Algeria had diverse origins.

The Jewish population was...

What's the hat for?

Abourmad forgot it.

No joke, take it off.

It's your bedtime.

Arnaud's playing music again.

Go to my room and read a book.

What did he say?

It's all good.

He's a go-getter.

Guess what, he peddles tapes.

Compilations of rare concerts.

It's all good.

You fell for it?

Going back in.

Me again. Turn it down, will you?

Arnaud, it occurs to me...

This might sound strange but the...

The cashpoint near the office swallowed my card.

Obviously, I called the bank but it takes time.

How much?

Let's be clear, it's a loan.

Sure, how much?

700 francs would be a great help.

Let's be very clear, it's a one-off.

We'll consider it a family loan.

Yeah, I get it.

I'll pay you back now.

By cheque.

It's cool, there's no need to write a cheque.

I insist.

It matters to me.

Put it in your savings account.

Don't mention it to mum, it's just the damn cashpoint.

No worries.

Thanks.

Sweetheart...

You're too heavy for me. Time for bed.

Just for tonight, sleep in the living room.

Goodnight, darling.

- Mum? - Yes?

What are we actually?

French?

Jewish? African?

I don't get it.

We're all that at once.

As for my family in Algeria,

we were always French, since Crémieux.

On dad's side, Morocco was a protectorate.

So they're Moroccan.

What's Crémieux?

Crémieux was a politician who proposed giving French nationality

to Jews in Algeria.

We'd been there for centuries.

And, one day, much later on...

we had to leave.

You know.

We left it all behind, just like that.

The sun.

The blue sea.

Bougainvillea and jasmine.

Friends.

House.

Furniture.

Hot coffee still on the table and...

us on the deck of a boat, headed to Marseille.

I'll never forget the coastline slowly receding.

I'm glad we had this conversation.

That you asked because...

I guess it's all pretty jumbled...

for you.

14,510 francs...

Yes, sir?

Hello?

Yes, hello, ma'am.

Yves Dayan speaking.

I'm calling about...

your ad in Supply & Demand.

- You're executive level? - Yes, absolutely.

For 15 years, I was a junior exec at Moulinex,

so I'd be a perfect fit for...

Sorry, sir, the job's taken.

I see.

Obviously, if the job's taken,

I understand.

I was thinking...

Hi, dad.

Hi, sonny.

I had a meeting that finished early, so I'm working from home.

I understand.

There's a girl in your room.

What girl?

The presentation girl.

Already? She's already here?

Where? I don't get it.

In your room.

Some time already. Hurry along.

You like new wave?

Actually...

- I love it too. - You do?

Your tapes?

Yeah.

They're mine. I've got stacks.

I even make compilations.

With mega-rare bootleg imports.

Like...

Joy Division.

And then there's...

There's...

Smith Robert live in Blackpool.

April '82.

Yours, if you want.

Thanks, that's cool.

I thought you'd be into funk.

Yeah.

Funk...

Y'know...

Once you get that sun shines and the moon rises...

Funk's more my brother.

It's me.

Yves, what's up?

Yves, what's up? Shame on you, eavesdropping.

Vincent's with a girl.

Now?

I'm tingling.

Tingling? For real?

Brings back memories.

When we met?

No, before that.

You jerk.

We have a lot in common.

Really?

Except movies.

You're short on posters.

I'm more of a film buff, see?

I like Italian movies. Dino Risi.

Or Lelouch's The Man and The Woman.

I guess you don't know it.

Shit boring French movies? Family dinners, clicking forks...

Not just that.

The song, you know, Chabadabada.

Sing it.

I'm not singing it now.

Go on. Please.

Won't you?

It's embarrassing.

I'll go then.

Louder.

Stop that now.

- He's singing. - Singing?

What's he singing?

I know that...

- It's from a movie. - Yeah, which one?

With Delon and Mireille Darc.

- No! - tis.

Hold on, it's...

It's the film with them...

in a car,

raining constantly, wipers going.

It's Belmondo and Annie Girardot.

Relax. Why are you losing your temper?

- I'm the film buff! - You slept through it.

As if you'd remember anyway.

I blew up at my dad again.

Yeah? What happened?

It's a running battle.

Today, at breakfast, he saw I had this on.

Right...

He flipped his lid.

Wait till he finds out I've started going to meetings

and handing out anti-racism flyers.

He's narrow-minded, prejudiced. I hate him.

He harps on and on.

And your mother? Same?

Mum puts up with him. Deep down, she can't stand him.

It's all-out war now.

I'll do all I can to piss him off.

I'm tempted to date an Arab or Black guy to piss him off.

Yeah, good idea.

I could help. To piss him off, there's way better.

Like what?

A Jew.

A Jew?

Didn't think of that.

Wait, there's even better.

Even better?

Go on, let's hear it.

A Jewish Arab.

No! His worst nightmare.

If that exists, I want some.

Where do I find one?

Facing you.

You're Jewish and Arab?

My middle name's Moshe and dad's Moroccan.

Born in Meknes.

And mum left Algeria in '62.

Due to the Crémieux.

She boarded the boat...

port receding...

hot coffee on the table...

What a story.

- You told him all that? - Not at all.

Come on, '62...

Hot coffee, the boat...

What about it?

You came by plane! Your dad boasts about it.

You're a historian?

We did leave in '62.

The coffee, I made that up?

It was airline coffee.

You piss me off!

I'll be going.

I never miss Discs on Demand.

We can listen to it here.

You don't know dad.

If I'm late, he'll report me missing to the cops.

You're sure?

Thanks, you're a cutie.

All right, see you.

Remember, to piss off your dad,

you know where to find me.

So, what about the presentation?

Leave it to me.

Thanks.

And anytime, for the lipstick you stole.

I didn't...

It's my mother's.

See you then, Moshe.

Your middle name, right?

That's right.

See you, Genevieve.

- How do you know? - I just do.

How'd you find out?

Your middle name, right?

Bye, Genevieve.

Hey, good-looking!

Taking it or not? Make your mind up.

- Can you remind me... - 1,524 francs.

Same price as earlier.

So?

I'll think it over.

Don't think too long.

The black one's the trendiest. Sells out fast.

Yeah, I know.

All right...

- There you go. - I don't believe it.

What got into you?

Shame on you!

Lucky I happened to be home.

Or you'd be with the police.

We'd fetch you from the station.

You heard Mr Lucky Look? The punishment?

Mr Lucky Look, can you tell him the punishment again?

50,000-franc fine, 3 years in prison.

50,000 and 3 years in prison, just think!

3 years!

They won't put me in prison.

I don't know that.

We don't know that.

Right...

It's his first time and he doesn't seem like a bad kid.

No, he isn't.

So let's say he took the wrong exit.

And he explained to me your situation.

Right...

In the circumstances, I'll let it go.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, let's go. Say thank you.

His anorak and stuff. We searched him as a precaution.

I understand.

Can you just sign the parental release form?

I'll catch up with you.

And we'll consider the matter closed.

Don't go worrying like that.

We have money saved up, we're fine.

I have interviews ahead. It's shaping up nicely.

So it's all good.

Don't forget, I'm an executive.

No chance I'll forget it.

Right.

So?

- So it's all good. - All good.

It's nothing major. One of life's little mishaps.

I should have told you.

I didn't, and that was my mistake.

Trust me, we're fine.

Don't tell your brother, though. Leave that to me, all right?

All right.

Go on.

- You weren't too hard on him? - No.

Pretty firm, though.

It's getting crazy,

the huge computer in the living room, your meetings, your training.

You're not here. Sorry.

You're miles away, in your bubble.

- I'm not in my bubble. - You are.

It's just that

15 years in one firm is stifling.

I need a change, a challenge, and there are jobs opening up.

Really?

Why didn't you tell me about it?

Because the whole situation is out of control.

One son dealing whatever it is. The other stealing jackets.

It panics me.

Like I'm bailing out a sinking ship.

I didn't tell you because...

Because you feel sorry for me?

I know it's hard for you but we're all frazzled.

I cannot pass up this opportunity. You see?

Not now anyway.

Listening to you, I feel like I'm being punished.

Punished. It's unbearable.

Like I did something wrong.

Silly, you're not being punished.

You're not alone. You saw the figures.

- I don't know. - It's just bad luck.

I was doing well.

I had a job, executive level.

Then I just lost my place.

You'll get through this. You know that?

You'll get your place back.

Afternoon.

Yves Dayan for an interview at 4:15. I hope I'm not late.

No problem. Right behind you.

All right.

All right.

Thank you.

Secanez, hello!

Barely even daybreak

and I'm on my feet

Running a blade across my cheeks

Coffee in the pot

Elevator waits for me

Engine I switch on

Help me to slowly take

My place in the traffic

My place in the traffic

Need a friend to rescue me But the soul I picked

Gave me just enough to survive

And too little to escape

I'm still prisoner of my promises

Wheeler-dealers pulling wool over my eyes

Forcing me when night is done

To take my place in the traffic

To take my place in the traffic

When I can't stand to talk

When I got the blues

I pick up my phone

To call DQ

I'm a mutant, a whole new man

I don't own my desires

Scented by exhaust pipes

I'm scared how this all ends

I watch rebels hit the road

Buttoned up in my skin

I swore by the ladders' rule

One day, so I die at the top

I need to take my place in the traffic

I need to take my place in the traffic

Artists, one and all, greetings!

Welcome to the launchpad, folks.

You're ready for boarding with Captain Calberson,

coming to you from Calberson penthouse above sunny Paris...

You know this year is crucial,

but your report's barely passable.

Pretty terrible, in fact.

Most of your grades are below average.

You sleep in French lessons?

- One thousand, bang on. - Thanks.

Think of your future.

Yeah, right, I'll think of my future.

You'll cash the cheque right away?

- I'll wait a bit. - Yeah, wait.

- You told him? - Yes, all good.

- About Saturday too? - Saturday?

Given your report, we want you to stay in and work.

Saturday's gig is huge, you get me?

Really?

Be firm! He needs to work.

He's grounded!

I'll talk to her.

And no "I'll talk to her."

Throw all the tantrums you want,

on Saturday you stay home and work.

Yes, for your own good.

- It's impossible. - Impossible? Look...

- Confiscated! Now it's possible. - Give me that.

Dad!

Give that back. It's theft! They're worth a fortune!

1,524 francs, though.

I have other models,

other brands, more affordable.

No, it has to have...

the flying duck on the back.

Yup, the duck's trendy.

I get it.

It's trendy.

Now that...

Yeah, I know.

And you don't...

You don't have any secondhand?

Sir, I sell clothes not cars.

Or flawed?

Like one short sleeve or...

Give me a minute.

This one isn't so popular.

I can maybe work something.

The real deal.

- Goose down, right size. - Nice.

And the flying duck.

Cool, and it's...

It's kind of pink. I mean it's...

kind of girlie.

It's a must!

Right now, it's...

Yeah, but pink really won't cut it.

Hiya.

How long will you keep sulking?

Until I get my tapes back.

Look...

No, you look.

My homework's done.

And I got 11/20 for my French essay.

11.5!

11.57

Okay, you want your tapes?

So help your brother with his presentation.

Is that blackmail?

Yes, it is.

"Hand in hand for history."

So?

So I dunno.

Who's he?

Mittrand.

Mitterrand, not Mittrand.

Worse than dad. And the other guy?

Him? No clue.

Fozzie in the Muppets?

Fozzie Bear?

You're pathetic.

It's Helmut Kohl, German chancellor.

Reread the caption.

"Kohl and Mitterrand hand in hand outside Douaumont Ossuary.

"Hand in hand for history."

For history!

How come? Nothing jumps out at you?

Go on, don't be a jerk!

It's the first time they come out and own it.

Own what?

They're the first homosexual couple in public life.

Heads of state too!

- You're talking crap. - That's crap?

Why are they holding hands?

For the photographers. You hold hands with guys?

'Course not.

Basically, the photo leaks last year,

massive buzz,

so Mitterrand fesses up to the press.

His story is,

he was happy with his wife and kids,

when one day, at a summit, in a corridor, he ran into Kohl

and it was like...

Lovestruck!

Same for the German.

Head over heels.

Since then, hand in hand.

Mitterrand?

Then Kohl's book comes out, Ich Liebe Dich, Frangois.

Ich Liebe Dich, Francois?

If you really want an A-grade.

Get to work, egghead.

Your beef's tasty but a bit tough.

Mustard, anyone?

- Stay put till we finish. - Not hungry.

What did I say? Nothing!

That makes 9...

12...

You invited Jacky?

Yes, he's my cousin. We meet up often.

Often, every five years.

I can hear you.

He's still invited.

In that case, I'll invite Aunt Ninette.

Who looks like Michel Drucker?

Cut that out, don't be ridiculous.

And thanks to Aunt Renée and Uncle Gaston

and cousin Jacky for coming all this...

Hey, dipstick, don't I get a mention?

- Sure you do. - Let's hear it.

And ruin the surprise?

Come on, spill it.

As for my beloved big brother,

Arnaud,

a real pain and ball-buster.

Not a day goes by without him giving me shit.

- He stinks, the bastard... - All right.

Make it a surprise after all.

- Call those shoes? - What do you know?

And keep your crap off my speakers, shithead!

What's this?

- Who's she? - Give it back!

- Your girlfriend? - Give it!

I'm just looking!

With a kiss on the back. Cute!

You go kissy-Kissy?

Our budget's skyrocketing!

Room hire, disc jockey, catering,

plus new oulffits, we're 15 grand in the red.

Don't worry about that.

Really?

For a bar mitzvah, there's always a solution.

When you believe in miracles.

Yes, Sandrine, I believe in miracles.

Miracles keep humanity going.

They do?

I had no idea.

Look, a miracle! Aunt Ninette's on TV.

And to quote Maurice Chevalier, for a show to work...

I don't get it. Why make fun of my family?

- I have a soft spot for Ninette. - Me too...

It's not a soft spot, saying she looks like a chat show host.

She doesn't look like him, she is him!

Is your uncle David Letterman?

One, two, three...

You bonehead.

- What you doing? - Going out.

- You're grounded! - So what?

Gonna rat on me?

When I'm gone, shut the window. And your trap.

- Give me the photo. - You like her!

Your little girlfriend.

Anyway...

Have fun, dipstick!

How can you hope to concentrate?

Can you turn it down, please?

What on earth's that?

I don't know.

What's riunione?

Fantastico is a good sign.

- What did she say? - Nobody's home till 6:30.

Two hours tops, no more.

For sure?

- Mega-sure. - Meet at Nino's in 30.

I'll get the VHS.

Let's go!

So you're a shoplifter now?

- No time, Mr Berger! - Little hooligan!

- Vincent, that you? - I'm going straight out again.

Dad?

Yes?

I need the chess set. It was in my room.

Vincent, I'm in the bath.

- You know where it is? - What?

The chess set!

Dad, do you know or not?

Sure, I loaned it out.

What? Loaned it to who?

Loaned it to who?

Calm down, I loaned it out.

Who to?

To Rabbi Abourmad.

- The rabbi? - To teach his grandson.

I'm getting out.

87 out of 100.

A pass is 85.

- What do you mean? - My IT test.

- I passed. - Well done, darling.

We have a slight problem.

Really? What kind?

The come-here kind.

Look.

- What's wrong with him? - Don't know.

Two hours lying there, in silence.

The jacket had no effect.

He hasn't made a sound.

- I'm worried. - Hold on.

Vincent...

What's wrong? Are you in pain?

- I already asked. - Hold on...

Is something wrong?

At school? Is it?

The presentation girl?

I asked too.

Leave this to me.

Sweetie...

You won't tell us?

- I... - Yes?

Whatever you say, we love you.

You'll still be our son.

Don't be frightened. Go on...

Yes, go on.

Actually...

I can't help wondering about stuff.

Is that all? No big deal.

It's only natural to wonder about stuff at your age.

Could you give us an example?

Like, why are we here?

Well, that's...

You know, dad will land a job soon.

And we'll look for another apartment,

so that you have your own room.

And mum got 87/100 in her IT test.

87/1007

Out of this world!

Apparently, that's cream of the crop.

- Darling, that's wonderful! - Thanks.

No, I mean, why are we on Earth?

And...

why do we live and then die?

What's it all for?

Why are some people ill and suffering?

Where do you go when you die?

When you die?

Sunshine, you go up in the sky and into heaven.

Yes, perhaps. Perhaps you go to heaven.

That's the consensus, at least.

Not perhaps. You go to heaven.

- Perhaps. - No.

- You'll really freak him out. - I won't.

Nobody's come back.

- You go to heaven. - Nonsense.

It's not nonsense.

- Why say that? - It's his call.

He's 13, not an idiot.

Going existential now.

Don't twist his mind. At some point...

Up to heaven and paradise!

Can you tell if you're the messiah?

Because...

Sometimes I feel like it's me.

Is he running a fever?

No, 37.3°C max.

Look, I don't think you're the messiah.

Fair enough, we can't rule you out.

But in all likelihood...

No, you're not the messiah.

No, in all likelihood.

How can you be sure?

Good question.

Look, vast questions like that,

you'll deal with later.

I mean, don't clutter your mind with that.

Make the most of life, have fun.

Hold on, this is important, Sandrine.

Why might you be the messiah?

- Where's this going? - Can't I ask?

- I'm just asking. - You're telling him.

You know everything?

No, I'm worried about my son.

Let's not confuse him any more.

I'm still just asking.

I don't know everything.

I dunno. I sense it.

- You sense it? - I need to see Abourmad. Now!

He'll know if I'm the messiah.

Hold on, we can't rock up at the rabbi's.

What will he do? He's no doctor.

Rabbis know stuff. Let's go.

This is ridiculous.

We won't stay long.

You bet. He denies he's the messiah and we split.

Evening.

Sorry again, thanks for seeing us.

We brought your hat.

- Thank you. - And a cake.

Pineapple?

- How did you guess? - Come in.

Sandrine, he's a rabbi. I told you, they know.

Yup, rabbis know.

What distinguishes the messiah if not a great sense of responsibility?

Moshe, in reality, the question you're asking yourself

is this...

What's my place on Earth?

And above all, would the world be different without me?

The passage he'll read at the synagogue,

Lekh Lekha, demonstrates that.

God said to Avraham, Go! Go to yourself!

Go for yourself!

Do not conform to others.

Or to your surroundings.

In other words, Go!

Find your place among men.

And women.

And women. Any questions?

No. Thank you so much.

- Very enlightening. - I have a question.

No.

Where do you go when you die?

Please, I'm begging you.

- Just asking. - Begging you.

My question is, can I go to the toilet?

Yes, of course.

We're into questioning right now.

Your son's inquisitive.

I see it in the way he observes things.

13's an age for existential questions.

Especially just before your bar mitzvah.

You know, he's no longer a child exactly.

And not quite an adult.

How can I put it? He's...

like a star hiding in a galaxy.

His questioning is healthy.

Beautifully expressed, rabbi.

It's so true.

- Vincent, seriously? - I said I looked everywhere.

We're in deep shit.

Let's just stop overthinking it.

We go and tell the old girl the truth.

What truth?

Your porn tape? His dad gave it to a rabbi!

Pretty weird, right?

Renting the VHS was a jinx.

Give it a rest.

Coffee and cigarettes, guys?

Let's move it. Hajime!

And we didn't even watch it.

Now, I am very well aware that,

with the emergence of AIDS and spread of the virus,

young people hear a lot of nonsense about sexuality,

condoms, homosexuality...

But in this particular instance,

I confess I wonder if we're in the realm of irony...

Or far beyond.

In 25 years as a teacher,

I never saw the like.

We are in dismay, Mrs Dubois.

Likewise.

- Yes, it's... - Exactly.

- It won't happen again. - I rely on you to talk with them.

With regard to these subjects

that hardly make us laugh in the Duchesnay house.

Perhaps the Benhamous...

- Not the Benhamous. - What?

Yes, Benhamou's the...

- Doctor. - Dentist.

You didn't do all that to piss off my dad?

Like on purpose?

You think?

You're a genius.

How'd you get the idea? Where from?

It's not important how I got it.

I got it, that's all.

Who cares how.

You're different.

I'd never have thought it.

First time I saw you, I had you down as...

As a...

A dipstick?

Yeah.

Nice.

Sorry.

You're shaking.

I'm just a bit cold.

Like there's a door open...

You are shaking.

We need a little chat, you and I.

- Your grade's not the problem. - Dis a problem.

It's our family. What do we look like?

Just think!

And you snickering. Ich Liebe Dich, Frangois.

- Shame on you! - For what?

Button it, Arnaud. It's all your fault.

He'll thank me one day.

He'll be more careful next time he studies a photo.

A lesson in critical thinking!

I work my fingers to the bone for this family!

I swear, I won't say this twice!

Are you listening? Anyone home?

Wake up!

Dipstick.

Cut that out now!

I'm sick of it!

Shit!

- Yes? - Hello, rabbi.

Actually, I'm here for some advice.

To plan my bar mitzvah.

Can I come in?

Sure, come in.

You've had a response from Secanez?

Didn't they say when?

Yves?

Are you listening?

I enjoy doing the dishes.

You're right, it's relaxing.

I know when you're changing the subject.

I won't hear back.

Don't go feeling sorry for yourself again.

I'm not. I won't hear back, I skipped the interview.

How come"?

Look, I've been thinking...

Being laid off wasn't by chance.

It's a kind of godsend. A signal.

...announced wildcat strike action...

I'm not sensing huge interest.

Transport bosses are predicting

major disruption this morning.

It's a disaster.

- What? - The strike!

My interview. I'll be late.

Hurry, I need a lift!

- Right now? - Yes, now.

I'll be so late.

The dishwasher part's arrived. I can fix it.

Later. My wife has a meeting.

No, go ahead. You have the keys?

Yes, I do.

Sandrine, you've had your hair done.

Yes, very observant of you.

Suits you, highlights your face. Very modern.

- Really? - Really!

Like a movie star. Deneuve or whoever.

I just wanted lighter and brighter.

- It's summery, it suits you. - Really?

- Not too stiff? - Can we go? We're late.

Sandrine! Good luck!

Mrs Dayan!

Hello?

Hello, Mrs Duchesnay,

may I speak to your daughter, Anne-Karine, please?

- Who's calling? - Robert Smith.

Hold the line.

Anne-Karine, telephone!

Robert Smith asking for you.

She's coming.

Do it!

Hello?

Hello, Anne-Karine, it's me.

At last we can talk...

Something wrong?

Bedroom!

Robert Smith!

Cut off again.

Move, dammit!

Of all the days of the week, they choose today!

I'm going to be late, for sure.

Move it, will you?

Calm down, my love.

Why bother?

I'll never get it. I'm doomed to be a secretary.

Not at all, Sandrine.

You've worked hard, you're ready.

Everybody will be late.

I rarely find the words but I want you to know...

What? Go on.

Your hair's great.

- Really suits you. - I'll walk.

The moment you've all been waiting for, RTL's Suitcase.

15,657 francs in there today.

So we're calling the suburbs of Paris,

to the west, to be precise.

We're trying to reach Mr Dayan.

Yves Dayan, who sent his coupon...

You must be kidding.

Not engaged, it's ringing.

- Too bad. - You're kidding me, Fabrice!

- Fabrice, I'm in gridlock! - No answer.

- Is this a joke? - Last ring.

Hello?

- Who's that? - Not a second too soon.

- Hello. - Fabrice at RTL here.

- You are Mr Yves Dayan? - That's me!

No, I'm Yves Dayan!

Do you know how much...

Who is this?

Berger!

- How much in the suitcase? - What suitcase, Fabrice?

You know the RTL Suitcase?

Too right we know it!

We jot it down every day God gives us!

With my little pen!

Berger!

- ...sent in the coupon. - Shit, that rings a bell.

It must be somewhere.

The fridge!

You know the jackpot in the suitcase?

Yes, we know it! Wait!

Berger, on the fridge!

Berger, it's on the fridge. There's a notepad.

At the bottom, on the pad.

Check the pad! 15,657 francs!

On the fridge!

Is it 15,657 francs?

Well played, Mr Dayan.

You win the jackpot in the RTL Suitcase!

Move!

Move it!

It's open!

- Well? - Never underestimate me, guys.

Check it out.

- How'd you do it? - The boss!

- I said I was on it. - Let's see!

The Gold Rush

- That's weird. - Yup, it's weird.

This is getting scary.

What can I say?

You were fantastic.

Really, it's up to you. We share?

No!

The Suitcase is your jam. I didn't win, you did!

- Sure, Mr Berger? - Darn right I am.

Well...

But let me ask you a favour.

You bet.

Name it.

Will you stop calling me Mr Berger?

We go a ways back now

and it feels a bit cold, a bit distant.

The name's Etienne.

All right, Etienne.

Amazing Etienne!

Amazing Mr Dayan! Attaboy!

It's crazy, all this.

A miracle.

That's right.

A miracle.

Not a word to Mrs Dayan. It's a surprise.

Okay, not a word to Sandrine.

Mrs Dayan.

Sandrine.

Okay, Sandrine.

There you go.

Excuse me...

Yes?

Duchesnay. Remember me?

- Yes, of course. - Good.

I'll keep it short and sweet.

Your son will stop calling under ridiculous pseudonyms.

No contact with my girl in class. No contact outside school.

Do I make myself clear?

Crystal clear.

Suits me fine.

If it keeps my boy away from a fascist's girl.

Sorry?

Say that again.

Deaf, Benito? You're cruising for a bruising.

A bruising?

I'll insert a tool, see if you shit a wrench.

Easy, Etienne.

Different words, same idea.

Jacques...

Let's go.

Go ahead.

Go, Mr Duchesnay.

Or I can see you out.

Vincent...

Your folks?

You're not catching the bus?

I thought so.

All right, see you.

You know we don't like a fuss.

We keep our heads down, make no waves.

We don't want bother with anyone.

So listen carefully now to your father.

Look, sunshine...

Life is about choices.

Choices involve consequences.

Consequences can be challenging but also beneficial.

Perhaps you're too young to realise...

What dad means is, steer clear of Anne-Karine.

Stop calling her!

After summer, you'll forget she exists.

Too much hassle.

It'll pass, you'll see.

We're agreed?

Agreed, Vincent?

No, not agreed.

Something you guys don't seem to grasp is...

I'm not you!

Screw not making waves and fuck...

Whoa, language!

I say what I want! Know why?

This isn't Meknes or Oran in 1950.

I do what I want, see who I want.

Get it into your heads!

And I don't need life lessons

from a jobless, son-robbing father

and a neurotic, wannabe KGB mother,

who shoops in closets to spy on everyone!

Look in the mirror before telling me right from wrong!

What's come over him?

You stole from Arnaud?

No, borrowed from him.

Pinch me!

I did not steal, I covered it with cheques.

My card got stuck in the cashpoint.

Like he'd cash your cheques!

You steal from your son!

I did not steal, dammit!

And we're out of the red!

Yes, miracles do happen!

But as usual, you ruin it!

Shit!

I told Vincent you're here,

but he wants to stay in Nino's room to calm down.

Amore!

That's Aldo. Won't be a moment.

A meeting that dragged on.

Who's here?

Yves, do you know Aldo?

Of course, we've met. By sight.

- How are you? - Very well, thanks.

Amore...

Yves's job-hunting.

I thought you could ask at work

to see if they're hiring.

Yes, good idea.

I'll definitely ask.

One second.

So, how long for you?

Beg pardon?

Nearly 3 months.

I was laid off.

- Awful. - Yes, awful.

You speak Italian?

For some time, I was with Moulinex near Milan.

Junior exec.

Exec? Same here.

No? Really?

- Pleased to meet you. - Shitty times.

A nightmare, absolute nightmare.

It's your wife.

I invited her in but perhaps you'd like to...

Sandrine, I didn't steal from the envelope.

I had no other option

and I didn't want to worry you, you see?

I got the job.

What?

I got the job.

Sales manager.

Official confirmation.

You'll never guess.

I'm an exec.

One, two, three...

Surprise!

Well? What do you see?

A bookcase.

Not only.

Hold on, I built it, I'll do it.

I did my bit.

So, bookcase and...

There you go!

Well?

Don't look so pleased. You get it?

- Get what? - Get that it's not...

It's no bookcase.

Sunshine, from today on, Mum and I sleep here.

You have your own room at last.

Your own room!

You don't care?

Know what, Sandrine? Sure he cares.

He's stressing over his bar mitzvah tomorrow.

His big day.

Baby, don't worry about tomorrow.

Okay? What's up?

You were right.

I'm a dipstick.

At last, you admit it.

The photo booth girl?

What's going on?

Nothing. That's the problem.

Just nothing.

And she's leaving Paris next year.

Boarding school.

Because of me.

You're in love?

- You told her? - No.

Shit, I gotta tell you everything.

- What you doing? - What's her name?

Anne-Karine!

That's a toughie.

Well?

Honestly?

- Better on you than me. - Not too small?

No, not at all. It looks great on you.

Just undo the top button before it pops but...

Etienne! Very, very elegant.

Thanks. Do I put the little hat on?

A kippah?

Completely optional.

One issue we need to discuss...

What about the cowboy boots?

Nope. Non-negotiable.

Non-negotiable?

I understand.

I totally understand.

Yves...

Is it fair to say...

now, you know...

we're kind of close?

Yes, that's fair.

We're close now.

Speaking of, I have a favour to ask.

Shoot, Yves buddy.

Well...

could I possibly park in no. 26?

Take my spot back?

No, the Dayans have 38.

Can't we just say 26, which is free and unused?

As a favour for Sandrine.

A big, big favour for Sandrine.

Any ways up!

Now we're close.

I'm so thrilled, Etienne.

Amazing Mr Dayan! Attaboy!

I'll go and park in 26.

All right, go!

Nice and easy.

On the little ledge there.

Watch your feet.

That's right.

Just relax.

- It's high up. - I've got you.

Feet on the ledge.

Look down!

Now, jump!

Here goes.

Yup, doit!

Jump!

Go on!

Discs on Demand on NRJ!

Hiya, it's time for Discs on Demand.

Let's kick off with one of my faves.

This is from Moshe for Genevieve.

Once again, this is from Moshe for Genevieve.

Most likely oldies tuning in to the station for your generation, NRJ.

And it comes with an offbeat dedication,

Robert Smith hides next to Tartuffe.

So here's Andrew Gold's fab hit, Genevieve.

Let's go!

For instance, when I clench my butt, my eyes shut.

Looks good in pink too.

You're shaking?

I'm just a bit cold.

Yves, you know,

thinking about it, a sleeping pill isn't a good idea.

Tomorrow morning, we...

So you took one.

Every obstacle,

all the rumours and fake news that have been spread,

and even so, you're here today.

Arabs from Bordeaux,

Jews from Toulouse, Afro-French from Brest...

To every French person here, whatever your culture,

immigrants through 1 or 10 generations...

Back live to the gigantic concert

after the speeches. Playing now, Téléphone.

I dreamed of a better world

Where the Earth might be round

How does it feel to be here?

It's great to be here all together to fight racism.

Honestly!

We're all the same, we breathe the same air. Look...

I'm from Alsace and he's a Jewish Arab, who cares!

Yes, honestly...

Who cares!

We're all the same and...

who cares.

It's historic!

No, mum!

You're mad to let him go out.

- Don't panic. - Tell me you didn't!

Tell me. Not tonight!

Surely you're not that crazy!

- Let me explain. - Tonight of all nights?

Explain what?

You realise we've been preparing this for months?

What do you do?

Send your brother out alone after midnight!

You want me dead!

Mum, I don't want you dead.

You want him sulking all day tomorrow?

Mum, look at me.

You've seen him moping around, crying.

I'm not crazy, I know tomorrow's important

but tonight was ultra-important for him.

Why? Why was it so important?

He's in love.

The first time.

The presentation girl?

Trust me.

He'll be on the first metro home.

Mum, it's all good.

If your father finds out...

He won't.

This stays between us.

Come here, mum.

What time's the first metro?

Five o'clock.

Five-thirty.

Come on, it'll be fine.

Tomorrow, he becomes a man.

Try getting off his back.

You're not ready.

No, you're not ready.

You're not. Come here.

Stop, you'll start me off.

An Earth less down to earth

Yes, I wanted to blow it up

I walked with my eyes shut

No idea where to set each foot

I dreamed reality

My reality

defeated me

- All good. - He's home?

- What's up? - Nothing. Go back to sleep.

Today, indeed...

Shit, every time.

Indeed today, for me, is not just another day.

It's a turning point. A decisive step.

I'd like to share with you my deepest emotions.

How can I not say a few words to my family?

Starting with my brother.

So, Arnaud...

Even if you often take me for a punchbag,

even if your gentle hand often pulls my hair,

you are

and always will be

my model, my guide, my hero.

I hope that you and I

never give each other a break.

My thoughts turn to those who couldn't make it,

who passed on.

My grandparents, Jeanine and Albert.

From up there, they look down on me and protect me.

I have doubts about "up there".

I'm still waiting on the answer.

Dad...

you have illuminated my path since birth.

Even if you and I

don't talk much,

our bond is stronger than unspoken words.

Your presence is enough.

You're my reference, my guide,

my compass.

Basically,

my chief exec.

Mum...

what would I be without you?

Thanks to you, I stand strong today.

Your love,

your kindness, your legendary composure...

There it is, a hint of irony slipping into the speech.

Mum...

without your obstinacy,

your perseverance, your high standards,

I would not be equipped for the life ahead of me.

I love you, mum.

With infinite love.

Can I come in?

Yes.

Okay? Not too nervous?

I'm okay.

Looking good.

It's just...

my shoes are too small.

They are?

Last month, they fitted perfectly.

Not anymore.

What do we do?

I'll find another pair.

Don't worry.

No, today, do your hair.

Ask mum for a hairband and tie that up.

Don't embarrass me in front of family!

Ask me, next time you do a dye job.

Got some tips for you.

Yes, whatever.

Tie your hair back, hurry!

You bought him a pink jacket?

Non-negotiable.

Subtitles: Simon John

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France