Original subtitles

["Just an Illusion", by Imagination]

- Good morning, Mr. Berger. - Good morning, Vincent.

Hi. I'm Vincent.

So, you're Anne-Karine.

- [Vincent shouts] - Press it.

Press it. Press it!

- Press it! - [music stops]

Can you touch my chain?

Don't touch this either. Get out of my room.

Clown.

- It's my room too. - Sorry?

I didn't... I didn't hear.

- It's my room too. - Yeah.

You're the clown!

["Just an Illusion", by Imagination]

Come here!

Vincent!

[Vincent shouts]

[struggling sounds]

You're not so tough now, clown.

[groans of pain]

- You let go of me, I'll let go of you. - No, you!

- Okay, on three, we let go. - One, two...

three!

Aren't you in class?

No, my English teacher is absent.

And by the way...

it's my room, clown.

- Damn it! Come here! - [argument continues]

As part of opening the markets,

we have proceeded to a capital opening.

Who says capital increase,

says... modernization, computerization of the company.

Especially in this time of crisis,

we must therefore increase our capacities

in an increasingly competitive world.

- [phone] - I'm listening.

Hello. An urgent call for Sandrine.

- Who is it? - Sandrine.

Oh yes, she's here. Sandrine?

- Yes? - Apparently, it's for you.

For me?

Yes, for you. And it seems urgent.

Hello?

["Just an Illusion", by Imagination]

Mom!

Hang up.

Hang up, you idiot!

- (Vincent!) - Mom!

I want my own room, I'm begging you!

(That's enough! I can't talk to you. We're in a meeting.)

- Mom! - I'm going to kill you!

(Vincent...)

(I'm sorry.)

- Hang up that phone. - Mom!

- Hang up! - Mom!

(That's enough, I'm hanging up.)

Or I'll throw you out the window.

Hang up!

He's going to throw me out the window!

Well, let him throw you.

Excuse me, Mr. Laugier.

We're on the 1st floor, it's not high.

[all] Ah!

[radio] The star dollar... The 10 francs are exceeded.

Economic-psychological barrier, the French feel it.

Our compatriots grasp the risks posed by the American currency.

That said, economists are...

You never answer at the office.

I had a complicated day.

I had quite a few appointments.

- [RTL jingle] - When will I get my room?

Soon, my darling.

- Did you do all your homework? - No, Arnaud fired me again.

If I had a place of my own...

In Morocco, we were five in one room.

That didn't stop us from studying and getting where we are.

[Eyes In The Sky by The Alan Parsons Project]

Why not call your mother?

- She was in a meeting, too. - Oh, really?

Your mother has meetings now?

- [he whistles] - Oh no! Oh no, no.

Oh no, not at all. Mr. Dayan, you can't park there.

Actually, they changed the ground markings.

So your spot is number 38.

Yes, I know, but I've been parking in 26 for ten years.

Number 38 is under the trees. There are birds.

I know, but that doesn't authorize you to...

It's very abrasive. I spend a fortune on car washes.

Yes, I understand. But your spot is number 38.

I'm coming from a difficult workday.

The little one is tired. He's just come from judo.

The spot is free.

Yeah, I understand. But your spot, well, it's number 38.

I appreciate your listening skills.

We haven't progressed in the conversation.

- [small laugh] - Yeah, I know.

If everyone parked where they wanted...

- I have to... - Annoy you, yeah.

Mr. Dayan, I heard the end of that.

Yes, but there's also the little wall next to number 38.

I'm afraid of scratching the car, that's why.

Good evening.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi, honey.

The judo instructor called me three times.

What were you doing?

A meeting ran over.

Oh really? A meeting or an interview?

(Sandrine!)

[he sighs]

[Sandrine] You didn't forget that tonight, I wasn't here?

Tonight?

- Where are you going? - Are you kidding? I'm

at my computer training.

You vaguely told me, three months ago, that you were thinking of signing up,

but never confirmed. - Yves, really?

You told me "I'm thinking of signing up", but didn't confirm.

Are you going to repeat that?

- So you're going out? - Oh listen, Yves...

Just admit things!

- You're presenting me with a fait accompli! - I'm presenting

you with a fait accompli? - Yes.

- A fait accompli. - Of what?

- But the accomplished fact! - [forced laugh]

[rock music]

[inaudible argument]

Why did you put that there?

I like funk. You put up whatever you want.

Yes, but I like rock.

Not that mush.

Your guys in gold Speedos sing like little girls.

♪ Sunshine, moonlight ♪

- [Arnaud laughs] - So...

you ask me before putting stuff on my walls.

It's not your walls.

I have the right to put...

In your little square, above the bed.

Come on, get out of my room .

[argument in distance]

Come on, get out, you clown.

[Sandrine] Are you going to be stuck on repeat?

It's always the same story with you!

You pretend to have forgotten!

I'm not pretending! Give me an example!

But I have ten examples!

- Give me one! - The dishwasher

is broken. You were supposed to take care of it.

[Yves] Doing the dishes relaxes you.

Stop saying that it relaxes me!

I told you that once, five years ago! Don't repeat it!

No, you didn't tell me that five years ago.

- I'll fix it. - I'm calling Berger.

No, not Berger!

I don't want to see him at the house anymore.

- Then fix it. - OK.

I'd like to see that. You can't even change a lightbulb.

You blew the fuses for Building B and D.

B and D? No, Building B, yes.

- But not the... - Vincent!

Yes, yes, B and D.

There! Wait, what are you doing?

- I'm going out. - "Going out"...

Aren't you happy at home? Where are you going?

To the Berninis'.

- Again? - Don't be too late.

- Okay. - I'm calling Berger.

No, you're not calling Berger!

- Of course I... - You're not calling Berger!

I'm calling Berger!

No, you're not calling Berger! No!

- [Soft jazz music] - [Inaudible argument]

- Knock knock. - Can you eat here too?

Oh yeah, hot.

I reheated the lasagna for you. I'll leave it here.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Bernini.

[In Italian] My love.

- Yes? - [Door closes]

- How was work? - Very good.

Who's there?

Little Dayan.

- He comes here often. - Yes.

- Aren't you going to kiss me? - [small laugh]

[groans]

Oh, that's yours, there.

Wow, I hate it when they do that.

At least you're safe there.

Yeah, you're right, I'm safe.

[RTL jingle]

[Berger] The water supply has been cut off.

I patched it up as best I could. Who did this?

He's no expert.

- So, it should hold now. - Mmh hmm.

But I have to order the part.

- Why didn't you let me know? - I should have.

"I should have"... Well, yes, "I should have."

Should I order the part?

- Yes, please, Mr. Berger. - Yes.

Come on, I've got better things to do. Say hello to your lady.

Yes, yes, I won't forget.

And Dayan, what's your seat number?

- 38. - 38.

[Mr. Berger chuckles]

Oh my, he's so annoying!

- Aren't you working today? - Yes.

Well, sort of. I have a meeting on the way to the office.

I don't know where you're going, but the perfume is nice.

What's your brother doing with his dyes?

He only wants black clothes now.

How cheerful. How am I supposed to wash?

[he exhales]

Hey...

What's her name?

You're stressed, aren't you?

It's normal to be stressed.

I'm going to tell you a story.

I was in middle school.

I must have been like you, 13 or 14 years old.

Okay, bye, Dad.

Ah, okay.

[RTL suitcase jingle]

Anyway...

Can you tell me the amount of the RTL suitcase?

OK, all right.

I remind you of the amount of today's suitcase:

12,137 francs. - Is that right?

Yeah, yeah, it's right.

Okay, good luck.

Goodbye, Dad.

[calm jazz music]

[he rings]

(Ooh, come on...)

[door opens]

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello. Come in, it's open.

- She's here... - Anne-Karine, hang up!

- Your friend is here! - Tell him to go to my room.

I'm coming!

Come in.

It's upstairs, the door on the left.

[Anne-Karine laughs]

[Anne-Karine] Yeah, but with my dad,

it's really not going to be easy.

The other day, I went up behind Jeff.

- Yeah. - Hello.

[Anne-Karine] The blond guy, there.

And so, I went up behind him.

And my dad saw us.

I don't need to tell you the fit he threw at me.

[Anne-Karine laughs]

No, you're kidding!

Yes, he knows her because his sister is in the first B.

No, not now, I can't. I would have loved to, though?

So bummed, I have to do a presentation with that other guy, What's-his-name.

Yes, he's one of our classmates.

It was a draw. With my luck, it fell on me.

I'm so fed up, you can't imagine! I'd rather be with you.

[inaudible discussion]

["Holding Back The Years", by Simply Red]

("Geneviève.")

[footsteps approaching]

Sorry, I had things to sort out.

No problem, I'm not in a hurry.

Are you new?

New? Well no, no, not at all.

- But we've never met. - Yes, a little, though.

- Were you here last year? - At Langevin, in 5th C.

You were in 5th D.

I was in primary school at Marius Jacotot.

We had sports together, at the Gallion gym.

Whoa, that's creepy! Were you watching me?

- No. Well, no. - [phone rings]

You were watching me.

[mother] Hello, yes?

Who's calling? Anne-Karine, phone!

Coming!

The best thing is for us to share the work.

We each do a part.

OK, but... I think we have to do it together.

What I propose,

is that we do it together, but separately.

Ah, so together, but not together.

Start by yourself, I have to go answer.

OK, great, fantastic.

Let's do that.

("Great, fantastic"...)

(Damn, what an idiot.)

("Why Germany...")

[he sighs]

(Damn it!)

(Damn!)

(Shit, damn!)

Hello.

Hello.

- Hello, sir. - Are you little Dayanne?

Yes, but it's pronounced "Dayan".

Yes. Are you done?

Almost.

My daughter's gone out. You can go.

Go to the bathroom, it'll be better.

[he exhales]

[calm jazz music]

[door opens]

- (Arnaud!) - (You're not sleeping?)

(The parents are fighting again.)

(Surprising...)

(Dad woke up at noon.)

(It's 1 AM. I'm exhausted.)

- (Do you think they'll get divorced?) - (What?)

(What are you talking about? Stop overthinking, go to sleep.)

(I saw Dad at the cafe, alone.)

(So? He can't go there alone?)

(He looked sad.)

(Arnaud!)

(Wait, you still don't get it?)

(Don't get what?)

(Arnaud, don't get what?)

[he sighs]

(He's unemployed, Dad.)

(He got fired.)

(I don't know why he doesn't want us to know.)

(Come on, sleep.)

[rock music]

[radio] Council of Ministers: Michel Delebarre will propose measures

to encourage part-time work. - There.

Are you coming, Sandrine? I'll drop you at the station?

- Yes, I'm coming. - What are you doing?

A ping-pong game.

Huh?

- I'm tidying up. - Ah.

[radio]

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

You too, Dad.

Yves, come see!

- I'm going to be late. - Come on, stop that. Come!

- (Where did you find that?) - (There, in your son's closet.)

- (In the closet?) - (Yes!)

(How much is there?)

(I'd say at least 5,000 francs, maybe even more.)

- (Maybe even more?) - (Yes!)

- (What's he up to now?) - (I don't know!)

(It worries me. You have to talk to him.)

- (Uh... yes.) - (No, tonight!)

(Yes, I'll talk to him.)

(Yes.)

Go on, Vincent, tell us.

What, the presentation?

Come on, tell us! You're being annoying.

Well, it went well.

- What, that's it? - Nothing will ever happen,

unless you believe in miracles. - That's true.

A miracle...

in this kind of thing, for example?

Or rather miracles like this.

- Wow! - Damn, I don't believe it!

- Wait. - Let me see.

- Those aren't her lips. - No, those aren't her lips.

Give it back.

- Is it really her? - Those aren't her lips.

Come on, I'll smell it, let me see.

- I'm not kidding, give it. - The old lady is here.

Come on, we can go.

Hello.

[boys] Hello.

[rock pop music]

- It's good. - (You took your time!)

(I took this one.)

(That looks good.) - (Shit...)

(What are we doing?) - (Let's go.)

(No, wait!) - (Stop freaking out.)

(Okay.) - (Okay.)

Hello, madam.

- Hello. - We'll take these three.

So, Le Fanfaron .

Ah, I see I'm dealing with cinephiles.

[light chuckle]

Dino Risi, Vittorio Gassman. A masterpiece.

- Here you go. - Yes.

So, A Man and a Woman, Claude Lelouch.

Magnificent.

Han! Jean-Louis Trintignant, Anouk Aimée.

- Yes. - "Chabadabada".

How good is that!

I'm happy. Because usually,

teenagers buy idiotic American movies and Bruce Lee.

We're not like that.

- Not our style. - We don't do that.

- Yeah. - That's good.

It's good to think and rack your brains.

Yeah, we like to rack ours.

[they laugh]

The Gold Rush for Laure.

I don't know it. What is that movie?

[they mumble]

Yes, it's you, Thierry,

you told me about it. - You know it.

You speak well. You know it well.

Yes, yes... It's a kind of western.

- I think so. - It's a great adventure movie.

There were good reviews in Télé Poche.

Yeah.

[Vincent] What's he telling him?

- I'm on edge. We weren't far. - There was finally no one at my place.

- [Nino] I'm gutted. - [he sighs]

[Thierry] So?

(Damn, I knew it!)

[he laughs]

- Oh damn, Oussman! - How did you do it?

- I confused him. - We have to hurry.

Thierry, in position.

- Why me? - Taking turns.

- You start. - Damn, you're annoying.

We have the tape thanks to me.

- I'll hide it. - And I have a VCR.

So, you keep watch.

- [he exhales] - Come on, go.

[Oussman sighs]

In 10 minutes, we switch.

- Yeah. - Always me...

Go on, press "play".

[ambient music]

Oh yeah!

Wow!

[door unlocks]

- What are you doing? - (Shh.)

[in Italian] Nino, are you there?

- Damn, Thierry! - There was no one!

What do we do?

I don't know! Get out of here.

[in Italian]I walked 40 minutes from Saint-Lazare because of the strikes.

I can't take it anymore.

[swirling music]

[she sighs]

Ah!

Hello, children.

Hello, Mrs. Bernini.

[in Italian] We rented a movie from the video store.

That's great.

[Mrs. Bernini] A man and a woman , I love it.

Where are you guys?

- When it rains. - You never told me about other women.

Do you like it?

- Yes. - Yes, a lot.

[movie theme]

♪ Chabadabada... ♪

Hey, Thingamajig!

Oh! Hi. What are you doing here?

I came to see a friend at D.

That's funny, I live at B.

Yeah, that's funny.

- Tough, the rain, huh? - Yeah, tough.

If you live nearby, can I borrow your jacket?

Well, I'm not a fan of the style, but...

I'm going to get my hair wet, and I don't want to.

[Berger] No, I didn't say that.

- You said it. - I'm saying I'm being vigilant.

I'm doing my job.

Jehovah's Witnesses were dressed like slobs, like you.

Door-to-door forbidden.

Moshe, can you confirm we have an appointment?

- Moshe? What's this? - Yes, it is.

I'm the one who's late.

- It's for Hebrew class. - There you go.

Okay. I think we all have the same God.

Whether it's Jesus, whether it's yours...

Or worse, that of Black people and Arabs.

At the worst of the worst, that of Jews.

We're all in the same boat. And at the same time,

I'm just saying,

I'm not baptized. That's a good one.

These theories are captivating, but we've already wasted enough time.

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

Take mine, we're late.

What are you waiting for to take off your jacket?

- The arrival of the Messiah? - [he laughs]

- I'm just a little cold. - You're a little cold?

Pick up where we left off.

[singing in Hebrew]

Louder, I've told you a hundred times.

In the synagogue, we also play for those in the back.

[singing in Hebrew]

Come on.

[singing in Hebrew]

[he picks it up]

[muttering]

You didn't study, did you?

You don't seem very focused.

Here, I brought you your tape.

I recorded your part.

Listen to it at least once a week to practice.

Yes, okay.

Get up. Did you start learning the speech?

A little, yes.

A little...

Go on, I'm listening.

Dear parents, families, friends,

it is with immense joy that I present myself here...

That's better. I want to hear you from the living room.

Louder. Think of the deaf,

of those 20 meters away from you.

- Louder. - It is with immense joy

that I would like... - Come on.

I would like to thank you all for being gathered here,

because I am leaving childhood to join adulthood.

Come on, even louder.

Because I am therefore leaving childhood to join adulthood.

Uh... This event symbolizes the start of the path

that teaches us to understand that our actions

should not be the result of our instincts or impulses.

Moshe?

I understand that today, I am entering the sphere

of responsibility

and that I will have to fully assume

the consequences of my actions.

- Gently, it's fragile. - What is it, Sandrine?

It's a computer, that.

[Yves] A computer? But what for?

It's for my training. The office is lending it to me.

[Yves] How are we going to install this? It's complicated.

[Berger] It's not too complicated.

- Don't worry. - Thanks, we'll manage.

What do you mean, 'we'll manage'? Are *you* going to manage?

- Yes. - Don't put it down there.

- I don't want to damage it. - It's a box, Sandrine.

- Stop getting upset. - I'm not upset!

Look what you're doing.

We have enough mess!

- Come on. - Gently, please.

Go on!

Come on, I'll guide you.

Go on.

- Take that off me. - Give it to me.

[Sandrine] It's always the same with you.

I manage on my own. Press the...

[Yves] And there, it's broken. Come on, there we go.

There. Well, it should work.

Ah! It works.

[Berger] It works. It's magic, huh?

I don't know how to thank you. I have this exam.

Well, this training and I'm not up to it.

I can't count on Yves for this.

I wouldn't call him to change a tire.

Not a light bulb, either.

[they laugh]

Let's just say he's not very handy.

- No. - That's right, yes. He's not very handy.

- Exactly. - Yves studied.

He's even a manager, by the way.

So, Sandrine, "sit down".

(Thank you.)

(Thank you.)

- Uh... - So...

We'll start simple.

You're going to do control-shift.

Control... and shift, that's...

- Here. - Alt?

There. But it really needs to be coordinated.

- Shift. - Alt, alt, shift... No, that's a D.

Yet, I played piano.

I played mandolin.

- Oh really? - No.

[they laugh]

[she keeps laughing]

How funny.

I didn't see that coming.

I didn't prepare. We'll try something.

You're going to take the mouse.

And the arrow, you're going to put it on the little icon.

Okay, so...

- This way? - Yeah. And you click...

- I'm having trouble controlling it. - I see that.

- Yeah, yeah. - There.

- And I... - Listen, Sandrine...

- I can't. - I...

- Allow me. - Yes.

You really have to...

There, you do it gently.

- There, like that. - Okay.

You can make little circles, click.

That makes a square.

If you do it like this, it wobbles.

Yes. Ah, it's wobbling now.

Oh, yes.

Oh well, it... It wobbles a lot.

- It wobbles enormously. - Mr. Berger,

my wife understood the principle. I would prefer

that we keep "Mrs. Dayan". We'd like to have dinner, if it's not a bother.

It's not a bother.

That's very good. I'll show you out.

- Thank you, Mr. Berger. - The pleasure is all mine.

Oh, but what's this, huh?

It smells really good in here.

[whistle of the pressure cooker]

Well, you...

You... you... want...

You... You are wonderful.

Wonderful.

- Yes. - There. Have a good evening.

Go on, have a good evening.

[he exhales]

[slight crackling]

[in "In Between Days", by The Cure]

[knocking]

- Who is it? - Dad.

Turn it down a bit, I'd like us to talk for a minute.

[he turns down the volume]

Right.

While tidying your closet, your mother found an envelope.

What? She's going through my things?

No, she's not going through them, she's tidying

what you leave lying around. She found this envelope.

We'd like an explanation.

It's nothing, it's my business.

It's your business?

What are you up to?

You don't have 6,400 francs from selling records.

Wait, I don't believe it. Did you count?

Arnaud, are you on drugs?

What are you talking about?

So, where's that coming from?

But nothing, it's...

I resell the tapes of my compilations.

There, that's all.

- Impossible that it brings you that much. - Well, yes.

Here, I have the last Cure concert in Blackpool: 250 francs.

250 francs?

The Unplugged Life by Joy Division,

300.

Same for Cocteau Twins.

[TV] The population of what would later be Algeria

has diverse origins.

[he sighs]

What's with the hat?

Abourmad forgot it.

Take it off. Come on, go to bed.

Arnaud's playing his music again.

You go to my room, then you read.

What did he say?

Everything's fine.

He's doing pretty well, huh.

Guess what, he's selling tapes.

Rare concert compilations. Everything's fine.

And you believed him?

I'm going back.

[knocking]

Excuse me, it's me again. Can you turn the music down?

[he turns it off]

Uh...

No, Arnaud, I was thinking about something.

Okay, this will sound strange, but the...

The slot at the bottom of my desk has swallowed my bank card.

You can imagine I called my banker,

but there's a delay. - How much?

Let's be very clear: it's a loan.

How much?

About 700 francs would help me out.

But mind you, this is exceptional. Right?

We can consider it a family loan.

Yeah, I get it.

I'll pay you back. I'll write you a check.

It's okay, Dad, you're not going to write me a check.

No, no, no!

I insist.

It's very important to me.

Put it in the savings account we opened for you with your mother.

No need to tell her, it'll worry her.

- Deal. - Thanks.

(Honey?)

(I can't carry you anymore. You need to go to your room.)

[rock music]

(Exceptionally, you'll sleep in the living room.)

(Goodnight, my darling.)

- Mom? - (Yes.)

What are we, first and foremost?

Are we French?

Are we Jewish? Are we African?

I didn't quite understand.

Listen, we're a little bit of all of that at the same time.

On my family's side in Algeria,

we've been French since Crémieux,

whereas on Dad's side, in Morocco, it's a protectorate.

So they're Moroccan.

But what's Crémieux?

[she laughs lightly]

He's a politician who decided

to give French nationality to the Jews of Algeria.

But we had been there for centuries.

And one day, later, much later,

we had to leave,

you know.

We left everything just like that, overnight.

The sun.

The blue sea...

The bougainvillea, the jasmine.

Friends.

The house.

The furniture.

The coffee was still hot on the table, and...

We found ourselves on the deck of the boat heading for Marseille.

I'll never forget the coast receding, slowly.

I'm glad we're talking about it, you know.

That you're asking me because...

I imagine how confusing it must be for...

for you.

[radio]

[woman] Yes, sir?

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, hello? Yes, good morning, madam.

Yes, yes, Yves Dayan speaking.

Yes, I'm calling about the advertisement

you placed.

- Are you a manager? - Yes, I am a manager, absolutely.

I just spent 15 years at Moulinex as a manager.

I thought my profile might...

Sorry, but the position is filled.

Oh, I see.

Yes, but of course if the position is filled, that...

I understand.

What I can offer you... Hello?

[dial tone]

[door opens]

Hi, Dad.

Hi, son.

I have a meeting that ended early, so...

I'm working from home.

Yes, I understand.

Your girlfriend is waiting for you in your room.

What girlfriend?

Your presentation girlfriend.

What, already? She's here already?

But where is she? I don't understand.

In your room.

It's been a while. You should go.

[radio music]

"Call, we're here, we're here"...

They're calling us,

and we're calling back from Pas-de-Calais.

We're calling the post office in...

Do you like New Wave?

Oh, well, actually, it's...

- Me too, I love it. - Oh really?

Are those your tapes?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're mine. I have a lot.

And I even make compilations.

I have super rare pirate imports.

Here, I have...

Joy Division

and there's also...

There's also Smith Robert live

in Blackpool, April '82.

I'll give it to you, if you want.

Well, thanks, that's cool.

I thought you were more into funk.

- Yeah. - [small laugh]

Well, funk...

When you realize the sun is shining

and the moon rises among the stars...

♪ Moonlight! Sunshine! ♪

No, yeah, funk, that's more my brother, yeah.

- Are you in the same room? - That's me!

Otherwise, it's mine.

And are you close?

What are you doing?

Sometimes, we have trouble letting go.

Hey, Yves! Aren't you ashamed of eavesdropping?

(Vincent is with a girlfriend.)

(Here?)

(That gives me chills.)

- (Chills, really?) - (Yeah.)

(It reminds me of memories.)

(When we met?)

(No, no, before.)

(Oh, you're silly.)

We have quite a few things in common.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

Apart from cinema.

You don't have many posters.

I'm more of a cinephile, you see.

Among the Italians, I like Dino Risi.

With Lelouch, I like " A Man and a Woman" .

You don't know it, I imagine.

Those boring French movies where they're always at the table?

No, but not only that.

You might know the song "Chabadabada"?

Go on, sing.

Oh no, I'm not going to sing.

Yes, go on, please.

- You don't want to? - Well no, it's embarrassing.

I'm going to go, then.

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪

♪ Lalala ♪

- ♪ Chabadabada... ♪ - Louder.

♪ Lalala Chabadabada ♪

♪ Chabadabada Lalala ♪

- ♪ Chabadabada chabadabada ♪ - [she laughs]

(♪ Lalala Chabadabada chabadabada ♪)

Come on, stop it now!

- (Wait, he's singing!) - (He's singing?)

(What's he singing?)

♪ Lalala ♪

♪ Chabadabada chabadabada Lalala ♪

(I know this!)

- (It's a movie.) - (I don't see which one.)

(With Delon and Mireille Darc.)

- (No!) - (Yes!)

(Wait! Yes, it's... No.)

(Listen, it's the movie where they're in the car.)

- (It's raining all the time.) - (No.)

- (No, no!) - (Wait.)

(It's Belmondo and Annie Girardot!)

(♪ Chabadabada chabadabada... ♪)

- (Are you getting annoyed?) - (I'm not a film buff anymore.)

- (That's all.) - (You're a film buff?)

(You fall asleep in 5 minutes!)

(No, but you never remember anything.)

I had another fight with my father.

Oh yeah? What happened?

It's always hell between us.

This morning, at breakfast, he saw me with this.

- (Oh yeah.) - He went crazy.

And he still doesn't know I've been active in SOS Racisme for 3 months

and that I handed out flyers twice outside the RER station.

He's narrow-minded with his prejudices.

I hate him. Always the same old story.

And your mother, is she the same?

My mother, she suffers from it.

But she can't stand him anymore.

Now, it's war. I'll do anything to piss him off.

I could go out with an Arab or a Black guy

just to piss him off.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Or else, I can help you. To really piss him off, there are better ways.

Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?

A Jew.

A Jew? Yeah, I hadn't thought of that.

- But wait, there's even better. - Even better?

- Mmh. - Go on, I'm listening.

An Arab Jew.

Oh no, what a nightmare for him!

But if that exists, I'm going straight for it. Now, where can I find him?

Right in front of you.

You, you're an Arab Jew?

My middle name is Moshé. My father is from Morocco.

He was born in Meknes.

And my mother left Algeria in '62 because of Crémieux.

She took the boat...

The pier receding, the coffee still warm on the table.

Quite a story.

(Did you tell him that?)

- (No, not at all.) - (Well, '62...)

- (The hot coffee with the boat.) - (What, the boat?)

(You came by plane! Your father boasts about it.)

(So, are you a historian?)

(We left in '62. Did I invent the hot coffee?)

(The flight attendant served it to you.)

(You're pissing me off!)

I'm going to go. There's music on demand on NRJ.

- We can listen to it here. - You don't know my father.

If I stay too long, he'll call the cops and issue a missing person alert.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Thanks, you're sweet.

Bye. Think about it if you need me to piss him off.

You know where to find me.

By the way, what are we doing about the presentation?

- Don't worry, I'll take care of it. - Well, thanks.

And don't forget to give me back my lipstick.

Oh, but I don't have...

- I have... - It belongs to my mother.

- Oh, OK. - Well then, bye,

Moshé. That's right, your middle name?

Yeah, that's it.

Bye, Geneviève.

- How do you know? - I know.

- How did you know? - It's your middle name, isn't it?

Okay, bye, Geneviève. Ciao.

["Georgy Porgy" by Toto]

So, handsome,

are you taking it or not? You'll have to decide.

- Can you tell me the... - 1,524 francs.

It hasn't moved since earlier.

OK, thanks. Well...

- So? - I'll think about it.

Think about it, but not too long. The black one is the most stylish.

It goes fast, believe me.

Yes, I know.

Come on...

[he sighs]

- There. - (This is impossible.)

What got into you?

Aren't you ashamed?

It was a coincidence that I was home.

Otherwise, we would have gone to look for you at the police.

At the police station, we would have gone to look for you.

Did you hear what the penalty is?

Sir, can you tell him again what the penalty is?

Well, a 50,000 franc fine and 3 years in prison.

50,000 francs and 3 years? Do you realize?

3 years!

But I'm not going to prison?

Well, I don't know.

Well, we don't know.

[he sighs]

Okay...

Apparently, it's the first time. He doesn't seem mean.

No, he's not mean.

You could say he took the wrong exit.

And besides, he explained your situation to me.

[he sighs]

Okay...

So I'm willing to let it go.

[Sandrine] Thank you, really. Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

And you say thank you to the man.

- Thank you. - His anorak and his things.

We had to search him

as a precaution. - Of course, I understand.

There's the parental discharge to sign.

Go ahead, I'll catch up with you. I'll take care of it.

And after that, the incident is closed.

I don't want you to worry like this.

We have savings. Everything's fine.

I'm going to quite a few interviews. It's starting to pay off.

So, everything's fine.

You don't forget I'm a manager.

No, no. I don't forget that.

There.

So?

- So, everything's fine. - Everything's fine.

It's nothing at all. It's just a small life trial.

I should have told you.

I didn't. It was my mistake.

But I assure you it's okay.

Don't tell your brother. I'll handle it myself.

- (Okay.) - Go on.

- Weren't you too hard? - No.

I was firm enough, though.

[Movie music "A Man and a Woman"]

[Yves] You're going crazy,

with your big computer, with your meetings, your training...

I don't know, you're not here.

- You're in your own world. - I'm not in my own world.

- Yes, you are. - No, it's just that after

15 years in this company, I'm suffocating.

I need change, evolution. New positions are opening up.

Oh, really?

And why didn't you tell me directly?

Because I don't know how to handle the situation anymore.

Arnaud's dealing who knows what. The kid's stealing stuffed animals.

I'm panicking a little.

We're taking on water and I'm all alone bailing.

I didn't tell you because...

Are you feeling sorry for me?

I know what you're going through, but we're all vulnerable

and I can't pass up this opportunity.

Not now, anyway.

Listening to you, I think I'm being punished.

I'm being punished, it's not possible.

I must have done something terrible.

What are you talking about? You're not being punished.

Well, you're not the only one. Did you see the numbers?

- I don't know. - You were unlucky.

I don't know, I was fine.

I was working, I was a manager, and then...

I don't have any room anymore.

You'll get through this.

You know that?

Mmh.

You'll find your place again.

Hello. Yves Dayan. I have an interview at 4:15 PM.

- Am I not late? - No problem. Behind you.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

"My Place in the Traffic", by Francis Cabrel

Secanez, hello.

♪ The day is just dawning ♪

♪ I'm already up ♪

♪ And already, I'm running ♪

♪ A blade over my cheeks ♪

♪ The coffee is steaming ♪

♪ The elevator is waiting for me ♪

♪ And the engine I start ♪

♪ Help me slowly... ♪

♪ To take my place in the traffic ♪

♪ To take my place in the traffic ♪

♪ I wish someone would come and save me ♪

♪ But the one I just chose ♪

♪ Only gave me enough to survive ♪

♪ And too little to escape ♪

♪ I remain a prisoner of my promises ♪

♪ To all these carpet sellers ♪

♪ Who make me sleep On thick wool ♪

♪ And who force me at the end of each night ♪

♪ To take my place in the traffic ♪

♪ To take my place in the traffic ♪

♪ And when I want to talk to no one ♪

♪ When I'm feeling blue ♪

♪ I'll pick up my phone ♪

♪ And I dial 12 ♪

♪ I'm a mutant, a new man ♪

♪ I don't even own my desires ♪

♪ I perfume myself with carbon oxides ♪

♪ I'm afraid to know How I will end ♪

♪ I watch the rebels move away ♪

♪ I feel cramped in my own skin ♪

♪ But I swore on the law of scales ♪

♪ If one day I want to die at the top ♪

♪ I have to take my place In the traffic ♪

♪ I have to take my place in the traffic ♪

[jingle]

[radio] Artists, I greet you.

I welcome you to your boarding center,

RTL, Calberson,

on the roof of the Calberson warehouses

in the open sky of Paris, right at the Aubervilliers gate.

Well, that said,

call as usual starting now at 720 22 11.

["I'm So Excited", by The Pointer Sisters]

This is an important year.

Your report card is really not great.

It's not good. Most of the grades are below average.

In French, you sleep in class.

- There you go, that's 1,000 francs exactly. - Thanks.

You need to think about your future.

That's right. I'll think about the future.

The check, are you going to cash it now?

Later is better.

- Later is better. - Did you tell him?

Yeah, it's fine.

- For Saturday night too? - What?

Given your report card, it's better that you stay to work.

There's a big concert. You know what that means.

- Oh really? - Be firm. He's getting to work!

- Dad... - (We'll talk about it later.)

- There's no "we'll talk about it later". - [she opens the door]

You can go up and down. Saturday night, you're staying and you're working.

It's more reasonable.

- No, it's impossible! - Impossible? Look.

- Confiscated. It's becoming possible. - Give that to me!

Dad! No, give that back! This is theft!

You don't know how much it's worth!

- 1,524 francs, though... - Otherwise, I have other models,

other brands, more affordable.

No, he needs the duck flying on the back.

Yeah, the duck is the trend.

Yeah, that's it, yeah.

Yes, it's the trend.

- Oh, well... - Yes, I know.

Otherwise, there are...

Are there any second-hand ones or...

[light laughter]

I sell clothes, not cars.

- [awkward chuckle] - Yeah.

Or with a small defect, a sleeve a little shorter...

Wait for me here a minute.

This one, they ask for it a little less.

I can try to do something.

It's real. Goose down...

- It's good. - It's the right size.

Hey, flying duck.

It's good. It's

a little pink. Well, it looks a bit...

- It looks a bit girly. - The best of the best.

Right now, it's...

It really doesn't suit me that it's pink.

Well, yeah!

- [rock music] - [knocking]

Hello.

How long are you going to sulk?

Until you give me my tapes back.

Listen...

No, you listen. I did all my homework.

I got ahead. I got an 11 on my essay.

11.5.

11.5? Wow.

Okay. So, do you want your tapes?

Go help your brother with his presentation.

Is this blackmail?

Yes, that's it.

"Hand in hand for history".

So?

- So, well, I don't know. - First of all, him,

who is that?

[Vincent] It's Mittrand.

Mitterrand, not Mittrand. Damn, he sounds like Dad.

And the other one?

The other one, I don't know.

The bear from Le Bébête Show ?

- What? Raymond Barre? - Yeah.

You're really clueless.

It's Helmut Kohl, the German Chancellor.

Read what's underneath.

[he sighs]

"Kohl and Mitterrand, before the Douaumont ossuary.

- "Hand in hand for history". - For history?

Why? Doesn't anything strike you?

Go on, I don't know.

It's the first time they've shown themselves together and acknowledged it.

Acknowledged what?

It's the first time a homosexual couple has revealed themselves like this in public.

Heads of state, no less!

- You're talking nonsense. - Nonsense?

Then why are they holding hands like that, huh?

In front of 20 photographers. Do you hold your friends' hands?

- Well, no. - Well, no.

When the photo leaked last year,

it caused a huge stir.

Mitterrand told the press everything.

What he said was that he was happily

with his wife, his children...

And that one day, at a summit, in a hallway, he ran into Kohl.

Something happened,

like... wow!

Love at first sight.

And the German, same. He fell head over heels immediately.

And since then, they haven't let go of each other.

Mitterrand?

Mmh.

Afterwards, there was also Kohl's book, Ich liebe dich François .

Ich liebe dich François ?

But that, well, that's really if you want 20.

Come on, to work, egghead!

Your roast is good, but a bit tough.

There's mustard for those who want it.

Anne-Karine?

- [she sighs] - We're not done, you're staying!

I'm not hungry anymore.

What did I say? I didn't say anything, just now.

Slimani, with his son, that makes 9,

12...

Did you invite Jacky?

He's my cousin. We see him regularly.

Yeah, regularly every five years.

I can hear you, you know.

I'm inviting him anyway.

In that case, I'm inviting my aunt Ninette.

The one who looks like Drucker?

Oh, stop that! Listen, it's ridiculous.

[Vincent] "I also thank Aunt Renée, Uncle Gaston,

"and Jackie for making the trip."

Clown, you're talking about me

in your speech, I hope?

- Obviously. - Go on, I'm listening.

Don't you prefer the surprise?

Well no, go on, tell me.

"I would also like to tell you about my beloved big brother, Arnaud.

"To tell you how annoying he is.

"Not a day goes by without him bothering me, this big jerk,

"who stinks of feet, this asshole..." - I get it.

I prefer to have the surprise, actually.

- Your shoes are awful. - What do you know?

And stop putting your stuff on my speaker.

What's this?

- Who is she? - Give it!

- Is she your girlfriend? - Give that!

Wait, I'm looking.

There's a little kiss on the back! So cute!

You guys kiss?

We're going to blow the budget.

Between the hall, the DJ, the caterer, not to mention the costumes,

over 15,000 francs in overdraft.

- Don't worry about that. - Oh really?

When it's for a bar mitzvah, we always find a solution.

Yeah, especially when you believe in miracles.

Yes, Sandrine. Yes, I believe in miracles.

It's miracles that move humanity forward.

Oh really?

I didn't know that.

There's another miracle. Your Aunt Ninette is on TV.

Maurice Chevalier used to say that for a show to be successful...

I don't understand. Why, when it's about my family, do you have to mock?

- You know how much empathy I have for her? - Me too.

No, you say she looks like Michel Drucker.

She doesn't look like him, she IS Michel Drucker!

And your uncle is Guy Lux? No.

- One... - Two...

Three!

[argument inaudible]

You're a real idiot!

["Transmission" by Joy Division]

- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.

- You're grounded. - So what?

What are you going to do? Are you going to rat me out?

Hey!

When I leave, close the window and shut up.

- So give me the photo back. - You like her, don't you?

Your little lover.

Okay, have a good evening, clown.

[Transmission by Joy Division]

Ah, and how do you expect to concentrate?

Can you turn it down a bit, Anne-Karine?

[static]

[Hebrew singing]

What is that?

I don't know.

[she laughs]

- And Dad? - [Italian speech]

- What is this, a meeting? - Shh!

[Italian speech]

- Fantastic. - That's a good sign.

[Italian speech]

- Come on. - So, what did she say?

Nobody at my place until 6:30 PM.

- Yes! - We only have two hours, no more.

- OK. - Are you sure, this time?

- Absolutely sure. - Meet downstairs in 30 min.

- I'll get the tape. - Come on, go!

[Getaway by Earth, Wind & Fire]

I heard you steal parkas?

- Not now, Mr. Berger! - Little hoodlum.

- [Yves] Vincent, is that you? - I'm coming right out!

- [knocking] - Dad!

Yes?

The chess set was in my closet.

I'm taking a bath.

- Do you know where it is? - But about what?

The chess set!

- [he sighs] - [Vincent knocks]

Dad, do you know where it is or not?

The chess set, I lent it out.

What? Who did you lend it to?

Who did you lend it to?

Calm down, I'm telling you I lent it.

But to whom?

I lent it to Rabbi Abourmad.

- To the Rabbi? - He wanted to teach his grandson.

I'm leaving now.

87 out of 100.

- You needed 85. - What are you talking about?

The computer test. I passed.

Oh, well done. Great, my dear.

- Wait, we have a tiny little problem. - Oh really? What kind?

Like, come see.

Look.

- What's wrong with him? - I don't know.

For two hours, he's been silent.

I bought him the puffer jacket.

Not a sound comes out of his mouth. It worries me.

Wait.

Vincent?

What's wrong? Are you in pain?

- Already asked. - Wait.

Huh?

Honey, are you worried?

Is it at school, is that it?

Is it about the girl from the presentation?

Already asked.

(Yves, leave me alone.)

Vincent,

honey,

won't you tell us?

- I... - Yes?

Whatever you say, we'll love you and you'll always be our son.

So don't be afraid. Go on.

Yes, go on.

Actually...

I'm asking myself a lot of questions right now.

- Oh really? If that's it, it's not a big deal. - Yves...

It's normal to ask yourself questions at your age,

but could you give us an example?

Uh...

First, why are we here?

That's because, you know, dad will soon find work again.

We're going to visit other apartments. And we'll get one

where you'll have your own room.

And Mom got 87 out of 100 on her computer test.

- 87 out of 100? - Yeah.

But that's extraordinary!

[Happy laughter]

- And apparently, that's top of the class. - Ah!

My love, that's great.

- Thanks. - Well done.

No, but why are we here on Earth?

Ah!

And...

why do we live and then die?

What's...

What's the point of all this?

And...

why are some people sick and suffering?

Where do we go when we're dead?

Where do we go?

Well...

Honey, we go to Heaven. And then, we go to paradise.

Yes, well, maybe.

We might go to paradise. Well, that's what they say,

generally.

No. No, not "maybe", no.

Oh, yes, Yves,

"maybe". - Not "maybe".

- Or do you want to make him even more anxious? - No.

- Yes. - No one has ever come back.

- We go to paradise. - Don't talk nonsense.

It's not nonsense!

- He has free will. - You want to make him anxious?

Just because he's 13

doesn't mean he's an idiot. - Let's open an existential rift.

- You're manipulating him. - He'll fall for it.

We're going to Heaven, we're going to paradise.

How do we know if we're the Messiah or not?

Because... sometimes, I feel like it's me.

Check if he has a fever.

Oh no, 37.3 at most.

I don't think you're the Messiah.

Then again, we can't be entirely sure.

So, it's not him?

No, so you're not the Messiah.

- No, apparently not. - How are you sure?

- That's a good question. - Well, uh...

Listen, you know, these are pretty big questions

and you're too young for them.

This isn't the time to think about all that.

You need to enjoy yourself, have fun.

Wait, this is still very important, Sandrine.

Why would you be the Messiah?

- Where are you going? - Can I ask him a question?

Can I just ask him? Do you know everything in life?

I'm worried. He's my son.

He's disturbed. Don't put ideas

into his head. - I'm asking him anyway.

I don't know everything.

[she sighs]

I don't know, I feel it.

- You feel it. - I have to see Abourmad.

Right now!

- He'll be able to tell me. - No, we're not going to

just show up at the rabbi's. Besides, he's not a doctor.

Rabbis know things. Let's go.

- This is crazy! - We won't stay long!

Yes. He tells him he's not the Messiah, and we go home.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Sorry to bother you and thank you for having us.

Your hat.

- Ah, thank you. - And a cake.

Pineapple?

Well, yes. How did you know?

- Come in. - Sandrine, he's a rabbi.

I told you, they know.

Well, yes, rabbis know.

The Messiah is someone who has a sense of responsibility.

I think the real question you're asking yourself,

is: what is my place on Earth?

And especially, how would the world be different without me?

The passage he will read at the synagogue,

the parashah Lekh Lekha, demonstrates it very well.

God says to Abraham: "Go. Go to yourself.

"Go for yourself. Don't conform to other men,

"to what's around you. In other words, go, go,

"and find your place among men."

- There. - And the women.

And the women. Any other questions?

No. Listen, thank you very much.

- That enlightened us. - I have a question.

No.

Where do we go when we die?

Yves, please. I beg you.

- I'd like to ask. - I beg you.

Can I go to the bathroom,

please? - Of course.

Everyone asks themselves a lot of questions.

Your son is curious.

I see how he observes things around him.

It's normal to ask existential questions.

Especially approaching his bar mitzvah.

You know, it's...

He's not quite a child anymore, not yet an adult.

How do I put this? He's...

like a star hiding.

His questioning is healthy.

It's very, very beautiful, what you're saying.

It's very, very true.

- Vincent, are you serious? - I looked everywhere.

- We're in trouble! - I know what we're going to do.

Let's not overthink it,

let's go to the video store and tell the old lady.

And what are you going to tell her?

"His father lent the porn to a rabbi."

- [he sighs] - Don't you find that strange?

We should never have rented that tape.

- You're annoying. - Would you like a coffee, a cigarette?

Come on, hurry up, hajime .

With this, we won't even have seen the movie.

I'm well aware that with the appearance of AIDS,

the spread of the virus,

young people hear all sorts of things about sexuality,

condoms, homosexuality...

But in this case we're dealing with today,

I don't know to what extent we're being literal or figurative.

We're beyond the point. In my 25-year career...

I've never seen anything like it.

- We are appalled, Mrs. Dubois. - So are we.

- It's true that it's... - It won't happen again.

[headmistress] I'm counting on you to talk about it.

So, regarding these subjects that only amuse us moderately,

the Duchesnays... For the Benamou's...

- They're not the Benamou's. - What?

Oh, yes, it's the... It's the dentist, Benamou.

"Hand in hand for history" was the topic.

You didn't do all this to piss off my father?

Did you do it on purpose?

What do you think?

But you're a genius.

How did you get the idea?

How did it come to you?

It's not important how it came to me.

There, it came to me. It came to me, that's all.

Who cares?

You're an original, you are.

I would never have thought because...

the first time I saw you, I thought you were a bit of a...

a bit of a...

A clown?

Yeah.

Oh, nice.

[she sighs]

["I'm Not In Love", by Kelsey Lu]

[light laughter]

Oh, sorry.

You're trembling.

Because I'm a bit cold.

Is there an open door or...

Well, yes, you're trembling.

[door opens]

We're going to have a little conversation.

- That's not the grade... - A 2 won't help his average.

The image you're projecting! What are you making us look like?

- Do you realize that? - [he exhales]

And that makes you laugh, Ich liebe dich François?

- You should be ashamed! - Ashamed of what?

Put it on the back burner. This is all your fault.

- He'll thank me one day. - Stop it!

He'll be more careful when he sees a photo.

It's called critical thinking. I didn't invent it.

[voices overlapping]

["I'm Not In Love", by 10cc]

Are you listening to us? Is anyone there or not?

Oh, are you waking up?

Hey!

- Clown. - Arnaud!

Are you stopping now?

I'm starting to get fed up!

Damn it!

- Yes? - Good morning, Mr. Rabbi.

Actually, I'd like some advice because I'd like to have my bar mitzvah.

Can I come in?

Of course, come in.

Thank you.

They haven't answered you yet, Secanez?

Did they give you a deadline, at least?

[radio]

Yves, are you listening to me?

I like doing the dishes.

You're right, it's relaxing.

I know you when you change the subject.

Listen, they won't answer me.

You're not going to start being Little Calimero again.

I'm not being Little Calimero. I didn't go to the interview.

Well, why?

I've been thinking a lot recently and...

deep down, this unemployment is not a coincidence.

It's like a godsend. It's a sign.

Wild strikes without notice are breaking out.

You're fascinated,

by what I'm telling you. - Shh!

- What? - Wait.

Big chaos ahead.

- It's a disaster. - What?

The strikes. My interview!

Quick, you have to drop me off!

- Now, right now? - Yes, hurry!

We're going to be late.

I received the part for the dishwasher.

My wife has an important appointment.

Go ahead. There's no one there, but you have the keys.

I have the keys. Wait, you went to the hairdresser.

Oh, yes. You're observant.

Yeah.

It follows the shape of your face, it looks modern.

- Really? - Oh yes, really.

You look like a famous actress, like Deneuve.

I wanted to lighten it and make it a bit less heavy.

It's summery, it suits you well. It's bright.

- Not too stiff? - We're going to be late.

Sandrine, good luck.

- Mrs. Dayan. - [phone rings]

Hello, yes?

Hello, madam.

Excuse me, could I speak to your daughter Anne-Karine?

- From whom? - Robert Smith.

Hold on, I'll get her.

Anne-Karine, phone!

Robert Smith for you!

(It's okay, she's coming.)

Come on, be good.

Yes, hello?

Hello, Anne-Karine?

Uh, it's me.

- Finally, we get to talk. - [dial tone]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is there a problem, maybe? Go to your room.

Robert Smith...

Damn, they hung up again.

[car horns]

Move it, damn it!

This is impossible.

They could have picked any other day.

I'm going to be late, for sure.

Move it, we're telling you!

- Calm down, my love. Calm down. - [she sighs]

It's no use.

- I'm going to be a secretary my whole life. - Not at all.

Sandrine, you've worked hard.

You're ready.

Everyone's going to be late.

[radio]

I don't have the right words, but I wanted to tell you something.

Oh really? Go ahead.

Your hair looks great.

- It really, really suits you. - I'm going to walk.

[car horns honking]

[jingle]

It's the long-awaited moment of the RTL suitcase

whose amount I remind you of:

15,657 francs. Today,

we're heading to the Parisian suburbs, more precisely to the west of Paris.

And we're trying to reach Mr. Dayan,

Yves Dayan, who cut out his coupon...

- Is this a joke? - It's not busy, it's ringing.

[phone ringing]

What a shame!

No, but is this a joke? Fabrice!

Fabrice, I'm stuck in traffic!

- Is this a joke? - Last ring.

- Hello? - Who is this?

That was close. Hello.

- Hello. - This is Fabrice, from RTL.

- Are you Mr. Yves Dayan? - Yes, it's me.

No, it's me, Yves Dayan!

The amount of the suitcase?

- Who is this? - What is this?

- Oh, it's Berger! - The amount

of the suitcase? - What suitcase, Fabrice?

Do you know the RTL suitcase?

Yes, we know it! We write it down every single day!

With my little pen!

- Berger! - The Télé 7 Jours guide...

Oh, that rings a bell. It must be somewhere

placed. - Go put it on the fridge, Berger!

- But where? - Do you know the amount?

Yes, we know, Fabrice, wait!

Berger, it's on the fridge!

Berger, it's on the fridge! Right below the notepad!

Below, on the little notepad! 15,657 francs!

On the fridge!

Uh, 15,657 francs.

- Yes! - Congratulations, you've just won

the amount in the RTL suitcase!

Yes!

- [RTL jingle] - [shouts of joy]

[car horns]

Come on, move!

Move it!

Come on, move!

Go!

[doorbell rings]

Come in, it's open.

[video game music]

- So? - You really take me for an idiot.

Look at this.

- Damn, how did you do that? - Too good.

- You should have let me do it. - Open up!

[video game music for lost game]

- This isn't normal. - Well yeah, it's not normal.

It's starting to get creepy.

What you did is so amazing.

I'm doing exactly what you want.

- Do you want us to share? - No,

it's your thing, the RTL suitcase. I didn't win, you did.

- Are you sure, Mr. Berger? - Yes, I'm sure.

Listen...

[he sighs]

I'd like to ask you a favor.

Oh, yes. Anything you want.

I want you to stop calling me "Monsieur Berger".

We've known each other for some time,

and it creates a bit of a coldness. A little distance.

And I'm Étienne.

There.

Okay, Étienne.

- Good old Étienne! - Good old Monsieur Dayan!

- Huh? Good guy, that. - It's crazy what happened!

- Oh, it's a miracle. - Yeah, that's it.

- It's a miracle. - Yeah.

We won't say anything to the wife. I'd like to surprise her.

Okay, we won't tell Sandrine.

[small laugh]

To Madame Dayan.

To Sandrine.

Okay, to Sandrine.

Well, there you go.

Please!

- Yes? - Jacques Duchesnay. Do you remember me?

- Yes, very well. - Good.

I'll try to be brief and precise.

I don't want your son calling anymore under ridiculous pseudonyms.

No more contact with my daughter in class, or outside.

Do you understand me? Was I clear enough?

Very clear, yeah.

But I'll tell you, it suits me.

My son won't associate with the daughter of a fascist.

Excuse me?

Could you repeat that?

He said to get lost, or you'll be in trouble.

- What kind? - I could put

one of these instruments where I think you know. - Easy, Étienne.

I didn't say exactly that, but that's the idea.

Jacques.

Let's go.

[soft jazz music]

Go on. Go away, Mr. Duchesnay.

If you want, I'll escort you back.

[forced laugh]

[car door and engine]

Vincent, aren't those your parents over there?

Aren't you taking the bus with us?

Yes, I thought so.

Well, bye then. Bye.

Now, you know that at our place, we don't like trouble.

We try to keep a low profile, we don't make waves.

And we don't want any trouble with anyone.

So you're going to listen to your father carefully.

Okay, listen, my dear.

In life, you have to make choices.

These choices have consequences.

They can be restrictive, but also beneficial.

So it's a bit early, but...

What Dad means is: stop seeing that Anne-Karine.

Stop calling her.

By the end of the summer, you won't even remember her first name.

It's too complicated.

It'll pass, you'll see. Okay?

Do we agree?

Do we agree? No, we don't really agree.

There's something you haven't understood properly.

I don't care about making waves

and I don't give a damn... - You don't talk like that.

I'll talk how I want! Why?

We're not in Meknes or Oran in 1950.

I do what I want and see who I want.

And that, on the other hand, is very clear.

I don't need lectures from an unemployed father who steals from his son

and a neurotic mother who thinks she's the KGB

and who rummages in the cupboards to spy well.

So look in a mirror before you lecture me.

What's gotten into him?

- Did you dip into the envelope? - I just borrowed.

- I must be dreaming. - I gave her checks as collateral.

My debit card and the ATM weren't working.

You think he was going to cash them? Are you stealing from your son?

Damn it, I didn't steal anything!

And even better news: no more overdraft!

Miracles do happen, but as usual,

as usual, you ruin everything!

Damn it!

[birds chirping]

["Sailing" by Christopher Cross]

[DOOR OPENS]

I told Vincent, but he prefers to stay with Nino a bit longer.

He's calming down.

Amore!

It's Aldo. I'll be right back.

[in Italian] My love.

- Were you long? - A meeting that wouldn't end.

Who's there?

Yves, do you know Aldo?

Yes, of course. Well, we've... seen each other.

- Yes. How are you? - Very well, thank you.

My love, Yves is looking for a job.

I was thinking: why don't you ask at your office,

see if they're hiring right now?

That's a great idea. I'll ask.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Thank you. - I'm coming.

[in Italian] So, how long has it been?

Since what?

Almost three months.

Redundancy.

- Terrible. - Terrible.

Do you speak Italian?

(I worked a bit at Moulinex)

(but in Milan. I was a manager for a year.)

Manager? Me too, I'm a manager.

No way, is that true?

What a shitty time.

A nightmare.

It's your wife. She's not coming in, it's better if you...

(Ah, yes.)

I didn't steal from the envelope. I had no other choice.

I didn't want to worry you.

- I was wrong. - I got the job.

What?

I got the job.

Sales director.

I just got confirmation.

Oh, Sandrine!

Wait, you'll never guess.

I'm a manager.

- Oh, Sandrine, Sandrine! - [small laugh]

[melancholy jazz music]

[Sandrine] One, two, three...

- Surprise! - Tada!

So? What do you see?

- A bookshelf. - Yes.

Not just that.

(Go ahead.)

[Berger] I'm the one building it, I'm doing it.

Go on, let's see.

We can participate, though.

So, a bookshelf and...

[groan of effort]

And there you go.

[Yves] So?

Hide your joy. Didn't you get it?

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

a library.

Mom and I, we're sleeping in the living room.

You finally have your room.

You have your room!

Well, do you even care or what?

[Berger] Sandrine, he does care.

He's stressed about his little bar mitzvah tomorrow.

[Berger] Yeah, it's the big day.

[Sandrine] You shouldn't be worried about tomorrow.

Are you okay? What's wrong?

You're the one who's right.

I'm a fool.

[Arnaud sighs]

It's good that you finally realize it.

She's the photo booth girl, right?

Tell me. What's the story?

There's no story at all, that's the worst part. There's nothing.

I learned she's leaving Paris next year.

She's going to boarding school.

All because of me.

Are you in love?

- And did you tell her? - No.

Damn, I have to explain everything to you.

- So... - What are you doing?

- Her first name? - Anne-Karine.

Anne-Karine?

Come up with a story with a name like that!

[a door opens]

So?

- Honestly? - Yeah.

- It fits you better than me. - It's small.

Oh no, not at all. It's very nice.

You have to unbutton the last one,

otherwise you're too tight, but this...

Oh my, Étienne!

Very, very elegant.

That's nice. Do I have to put on the little hat?

The kippah? No, it's completely optional.

Okay, however, we have a small issue.

What do we do about the cowboy boots?

It's not negotiable.

It's not negotiable? Well, I understand.

I understand perfectly.

Uh, Yves,

we can say that, now, well...

we're a bit close. - Yes. That's it.

Now, we're close.

I have a small favor to ask you.

Go ahead. I'm listening, my Yves.

So, would it be possible for me to park at 26?

For me to take my spot back?

No, you, Dayan, it's 38.

Couldn't we say it's 26? It's free.

Well, Sandrine would be happy.

Étienne.

Very, very happy.

- Sandrine. - Well then...

I have to "see".

Now, we're close.

That makes me happy, Étienne.

Mr. Dayan, you're something else! My man, that.

I'm going to park my car at 26.

Go on, go ahead.

There, gently.

There's a little ledge there. Be careful with your feet.

There.

Come on, relax.

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

Your feet on the ledge. Come on, look down.

There, you jump.

- So, I go now? - Yeah. Go on, go ahead.

All at once.

[dynamic jazz music]

(Come on, go ahead.)

[inaudible discussion]

[jingle]

[jingle] On-demand records on NRJ.

[man] Good evening, everyone. It's time for on-demand records.

And we're going to start with a song I love.

This is from Moshé for Geneviève.

I repeat: Moshé for Geneviève.

Probably a retired couple.

We have all generations on NRJ.

And watch out, here's a very original dedication:

"Robert Smith is hiding right next to Tartuffe."

We're immediately playing the superb track by Andrew Gold: "Genevieve".

Here we go.

["Genevieve", by Andrew Gold]

[television]

[laughter]

She's not bad in pink either.

Are you trembling?

I'm a little cold.

Yves, you know,

it's not a good idea for us to take a sleeping pill.

Because tomorrow morning, we have...

[TV] We knew we wouldn't manage to discourage you.

You, in any case, took it.

Yet, nothing was spared us.

- [she turns up the volume] - All the obstacles,

all the noises, all the false information

have been circulated.

Well, yet, you are here.

Whether you're butter from Bordeaux,

a Jew from Toulouse, an Antillean from Brest...

To you, French people of all cultures,

immigrants from the first to the tenth generation...

[man] Back to the live broadcast where a concert followed the speech.

On stage, the band Téléphone.

♪ I dreamed of another world ♪

♪ Where the Earth was round ♪

[man] What does it feel like to be here?

It's really great to be here, together, against racism.

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

Look at me, for example,

I'm from Alsace, and he's an Arab Jew.

Yeah, that's true.

We don't care, we're all the same.

We don't care.

♪ I dreamed of reality ♪

No, stop it, Mom.

You're crazy! You let him out?

- Don't panic. - Tell me this isn't true. Not tonight.

- You're not that crazy? - I'll explain.

Can you let me talk?

Explain what? We've been preparing for this for months.

And you, you leave your brother alone, out in the wild, in the middle of the night.

Do you want to kill me?

- No, I don't want to kill you. - Yes, you do!

Did you want him to be miserable tomorrow?

You can see it's making him... Look at me.

He's been listless for days, crying.

I know tomorrow is important. But believe me, tonight,

this was super important for him. - Why is tonight so important?

He's in love.

It's the first time.

- Is it the girl from the presentation? - [he nods]

So trust me.

He'll be there tomorrow with the first metro. OK?

Mom, everything's fine. Everything's fine.

(What if your father finds out?)

(But he won't know.)

Huh? It stays between us.

(Come here.)

[he sighs]

(What time is the first metro?)

(5 AM.)

(5:30 AM.)

(Come on, it'll be fine.)

(Hey, tomorrow, he's a man.)

(We'll have to let him go.)

(You're not ready.)

- (You're not ready.) - [small laugh]

(No, you're not ready.)

(No, you're not ready. Come here.)

(Stop it, you'll make me cry.)

[he snores]

♪ A world less down-to-earth ♪

♪ Yes, I wanted to blow it all up ♪

♪ I was walking with my eyes closed ♪

♪ I couldn't see my feet ♪

♪ I dreamed reality ♪

♪ My reality ♪

♪ Laid me low ♪

♪ Forgave me ♪

♪ My reality ♪

♪ Forgave me ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ The shadows of the world dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪

[soft jazz music]

- (It's okay.) - Is he here?

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

Indeed, today... I always forget this.

[he mutters]

Today, for me, is not just any day.

This is a turning point.

A decisive step.

And I would like to share with you my deepest emotions.

I can't help but address a few words to my family,

starting with my brother.

Arnaud, even though you often mistook me for a punching bag,

that I still feel your hand, so gentle, in my hair,

you are... and you will remain

my role model, my guide, my hero.

And I hope that you and I,

will never let go of each other.

I'm thinking of all those who are absent. Those who have left us.

My grandparents, Jeanine and Albert.

From wherever they are,

they are watching over me and protecting me.

Even though I don't know where they are.

[light laughter]

I'm still waiting for the answer, by the way.

Dad,

your influence has illuminated every step I've taken.

Even though you and I,

don't talk much,

our relationship is stronger than the unspoken words.

Your presence is enough for me.

You are my anchor, my guide,

my compass.

In short,

you are my framework.

Uh...

Mom, what would I be without you?

It's thanks to you that I stand tall.

Your love, your gentleness, your legendary calm.

Well, you've understood, there's a hint of irony.

Mom,

without your stubbornness, your perseverance, your high standards,

I wouldn't be equipped to face the life that awaits me.

I love you, Mom.

With infinite love.

[knocks]

Can I come in?

Yes.

You okay? Not too stressed?

No, I'm fine.

You look handsome.

It's just, the shoes, they're too small.

Oh really?

A month ago, they fit you perfectly.

Now, they don't fit me anymore.

- What do we do? - I'll find others.

Don't worry.

No, today, you're going to do your hair nicely.

Do what you want, but tie your hair back.

- Don't embarrass me in front of the family. - Hey, Dad,

ask me if you want to dye it.

So it'll hold.

Yes, fine, whatever. Come on, tie your hair back.

- You bought her a pink puffer jacket? - [he laughs]

[Yves] It's not negotiable!

["Dernier Domicile connu" by François de Roubaix]

[melancholy jazz music]

["Sailing" by Christopher Cross]

Subtitles: Émilie Nicolas

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France