All language subtitles for Joseph

THE SON OF JOSEPH

The Sacrifice of Abraham

Gotcha. Now you gonna die.

Slowly.

She is biting the rod.

She will break her teeth.

Try to hit the eyes.

I cannot. She is too smart.

Where is Vincent?

He beat it.

It's not hard to bear.

He's weird.

PARENTS AND SONS

HARDWARE STORE

Hello Dean.
- Hi.

I left you a message.
- Yeah.

You did not answer me.
- No.

Not a big deal.
- I know.

Need to talk to you.
- What about?

- I have an offer for you.
Go ahead.

Let's go to the café.

I have no money.
- It's OK, I do.

I don't want to go to the café.
I don't like those folks.

We need a quiet place.
What I have to say is confidential.

Let's go to the Palais-Royal.
- It's far.

Five minutes walk. That will do you good.

So, what do you want to talk about?

I've launched a business. I would
like you to become a partner.

What sort of the business?

I'm selling sperm over the Internet.

I have many clients. Even some men.

I do not know what they do with it.

Who is your supplier?

Myself. But my supply is limited.

You can help me.

Are you kidding me?

Not at all. It is a modern, handcrafted
and ecological business.

I am not interested.

You always say, you have no money.
It's a lucrative business.

I am not interested.

Bye.

This guy has no head for business.

Come in.

Good night, Vincent.

Good night, mom.

You are not sleeping?

No.

Can I turn on the light?
It's almost night.

Sure.

Did you have a good day?

Normal.

What about you?

Mine was normal too.

That is, tiresome.

Your profession was your own choice.

I do not regret it.

As a nurse, I help suffering people.

I try to lend them courage.

But this can also be strenuous.

I could never be a nurse.

You will help people in some other ways.

I do not want to help people.

If one loves people, one wants to help them.

But I love no one.

I think you do.

I'm telling you I don't.

Nobody loves me and
I love nobody.

There are people who love you, Vincent.

I have a question for you.

Yes?

Who is my father?

You already know the answer.

You've never given me that answer.

It is always the same.

As long as you haven't given me any,
I will continue asking.

I answer today as I always did.

You have no father.

I will prepare our dinner.

Now I'm going to study.
- Hang on.

I bought a Basque pie.
This is your favorite dessert.

I'm going to study.

Can I walk in?

Yes.

I've finished washing the dishes.
I'm going for a walk.

This night feels very quiet.

Would you like to come with me?

Can not you see I'm working?

So I'm going.

Have a good time working!

Hello, Madeleine.

Who are you?

I'm a nurse.

A nurse?

We are taking care of you.
You will be fine.

Where we are?

In a hospital.

You had an accident.

I was with my dad in the car.

Yes.

And then the accident occurred.

Where is my dad?

Your mother is coming.

She will explain everything to you.

Where is my dad?

I want that it were
him who explains.

Return to the sender

Oscar,

you asked me not to
seek contact with you.

I respected your wish

and keep on doing it.

I've allowed myself to write you

because I have something important to tell.

It doesn't concern me but someone else.

Two days ago my child was born.

This is a boy.

I'll call him Vincent.

This child

is ours.

I love him.

And I'm sure if you saw him,
you would love him as well.

I will raise him alone.

I'm not going to seek any help.

All I ask you

is to accept the boy as your son.

So you will be, at least nominally,

a father.

Who is Oscar Pormenor?

Where have you found out his name?

I had been living two years long with him
until I became pregnant.

He told me to abort child or
he would dump me.

But I chose that you existed.

I've tried to save you from
unnecessary pain.

You do not owe me gratitude,

but I do not deserve you
rummaging in my stuff.

The Golden Calf

The Conlong Award goes to Mathieu Orfraie,

author of "The predatory mother"
published by Apoa.

Hello, sir.
- Good evening.

You certainly have an invitation?

I've lost it.

I'm sorry, sir, but without an invit...

I was invited by Oscar Pormenor.

You're welcome, sir, come in, please.

Thank you.

Good evening, young man.

Good evening, ma'am.

Staying here without a drink?

This is just inconceivable.

A glass of champagne for monsieur.

Thank you.

I am Violette Tréfouille.

I write critical reviews for the literary supplement.

Do you read it, right?

No, ma'am.

Among all present here tonight you are
undoubtedly the only one who does not.

I admire extraordinary personalities.

Who are you?

Vincent.

I bet I've seen you before,

but with lots of people
I come across, you know ...

Vincent who?

...Vincent Dumarais.

Of course!

Vincent Dumarais.

Oscar Pormenor told me about you.

He will publish your first novel.

It's apparently great.

I feel very honored by publication of
this masterpiece, "The predatory mother"

which has just won the prestigious Conlong prize

and by its brilliant author, Mathieu Orfraie,
by my side.

I'm very proud of discovering unique and talented authors

who challenge taboos and break new ground.

Long live the "The predatory mother"!

I'd like to introduce you.

This is Vincent Dumarais, a brilliant author.

Oscar publishes his first novel.

Charlotte Sentombot,

the greatest author of Luxembourg bourgeoisie.

Thanks to rigor of the French grammar
I qualify as a woman author,

but you don't need to confine me,
dear, only to Luxembourg bourgeoisie.

Yes, it's true.

Charlotte is the greatest French woman writer.

The second great.

I give the first place to Marguerite Duras.

I was referring to those who are alive.

I have just come back from
a meeting in the Church of Sade.

We set out a terrific project.

On May 24, the Day of Santa Donation,

we'll organize a large procession
around Notre-Dame.

It is deliciously subversive.

The whole art is subversive, darling.

I'd like to greet Mathieu.

I swear.

I've heard it from Scarlett Francomane,
Violette's best friend.

And I have heard it from the man himself.

I don't believe a word that Scarlett says.

Philomène!

Bernadette!

I'd like to introduce you Philibert Duchêne,

a marvelous writer.

Bernadette is
the personal secretary of Oscar Pormenor.

How do you do?
- It is a pleasure.

We have nearly been arguing.

How awful!

Philomena purports that Mathieu Sea-Eagle
is a lover of Violet Tréfouille.

I have a reliable source.

I have a better source,

and he has an affair
with Aristarque Chrimatopoulos.

He is a Violette's lover.

Do you see?

And he has an affair with that gentleman.

We have not considered this possibility!

The secret of success is versatility.

We were both right. Let's drink!

I've run out of champagne.
- Me too.

Let's refuel.

And I have to return to my duties.

Oscar is a very demanding boss.

And Bernadette is a very personal secretary.

Oscar!

My dear Violette.

Your critique on the book of Mathieu was prophetic.

We share the gift of discovering brilliant authors.

And the next one will be Vincent Dumarais.

I've just talked to him.

Vincent ... who?

Vincent Dumarais.

You published him this autumn.

Yes, indeed! He will be the next Céline.

And he is so young.

Youth and audacity are my benchmarks.
And I never get wrong.

Good morning sir.
- Good morning ma'am.

I would like to see Mr. Oscar Pormenor, please.

Mr. Pormenor meets no one without an appointment.

Anyway, he is rarely here.

His private office is in a suite at the Hotel Clovis.

Thank you.

Sir?

What is your name, please?

Vincent Dumarais. I am a writer.

Thank you, sir.

I will tell him that you
want to see it.

Thank you. Good bye.

Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

I have an appointment with Mr. Pormenor.

He does not usually come so early.

Though if you have an appointment,
the suite 211.

Thank you sir. I've come early.

Why have you come that early?

Not to be late.

If you come on time to your meetings,
young man, you will never succeed in life.

He is not there.

Thank you.

Key duplication

Tell me if you have any important messages for me

Let me see.

The only call you got

was from your brother.

He can tell him go to hell.

This is exactly what
I've been doing since a long time.

There is no need to hear his message.

This Saint-Julien was excellent.

You should probably drink less.
We are working this afternoon.

The more I drink at lunch,
the better I work later.

Come, Bernadette.

I'm coming!

Would you like to work on publications
of this literary season?

First, I would like to play.

Do you want me to close the door?

It's not necessary.

Damn! I have nothing scheduled!

We won't respond.

You waved to the doorman when you came.

He must have told you were there.

Go check who it is.

This is your wife.

Here at the door?
- Yes.

What a bloody nuisance!

She insists on seeing you.

Let her in.

Mrs. Pormenor.

Take a seat.
-I don't want to.

To what do I owe the honor?

I was just wondering what that
is supposed to be.

Is it so unusual for me
to be working in my office in daytime?

I can't manage to consider it normal

even though it's not uncommon

when one doesn't come home for a night.

You know, ups and downs in my profession are inevitable.

I wonder what these ups and downs can be.

Terribly boring things.

I don't want to burden you with that.

You didn't even call to reassure me.

I've messaged you.

This morning.

I was very busy last night.

No doubt.

After making sure I am alive,
can you leave and let me work.

Laurent became ill.

Who is it?

Your son.

I have a son?

You have two.

And a daughter.

If you don't even remember
that they exist ...

I'm not good at details.

What's wrong with the poor? A cold?

No.

He had an anger tantrum

followed by fever.

Something neurotic.

He is hysterical. Like his mother.

I'll leave you with your important stuff.

However we can not go on like this.

This cleaning lady always
lets her stuff here.

Bernadette, please accompany
Ms. Pormenor to the exit.

Thanks for coming.

You should do something
to prevent another pregnancy.

The world is overpopulated.

Don't worry, I know the way.

Let's get back to the game.

You have to leave now.

You have a meeting

in half an hour with Mathieu Orfraie
and the press in the bar Lutetia.

Tomorrow then.
- Tomorrow you will be here alone.

I will spend the whole day
in the central office.

The work is the enemy of pleasure.

Come with me to Lutetia then.

I am always at your disposal, my boss.

Do not forget your panties.

I feel better without them.

Good evening, Vincent.
- Good evening, mother.

I was a bit worried when I didn't see
as I came.

No reason to worry. I had some things to do.

How was your school today?

I wasn't there today.

Nor will I tomorrow.

Why that?

I have some important things to do.

Do not ask me which.

But you will return there after tomorrow?

Yep.

Could you write an excuse letter
for being absent?

If it's only for two days, yes.

Thanks.

Do not worry, mom.

The Sacrifice of Isaac

I forgot she's not here today.

Yes?

It's me.

Who "me"?

Joseph, your brother.

You have no appointment.

Therefore I came early.

Not to disturb you.

You are very considerate.

I'll let you in.

Can I come in?
- Yes.

You can sit.

Good Morning.
- Good Morning.

I had never seen this office before.

Not bad, is not it?

Do you work here alone?

Obviously not.

I have a beautiful secretary, very all-around.

But today she is to the central bank.

What problem brought you here?

I have now a life project.

There is a farm for sale
next to our house in Normandy.

I would like to buy it.

You, a farmer?

I have always been it in the heart.

Where we were growing up
was the only place I was happy.

You always got along with local peasants.

But what exactly do you want from me?

Could you lend me some money?

I knew it.

I've never asked you anything before.

I've always felt your accusation looks.

You are mistaken.

From his perspective dad
had right to disinherit me.

He did consider me good for nothing,
as someone who just skipped classes

and was wasting his time
with bad elements.

And who was also a drug addict.

This is an exaggeration.

I smoked now and then.

Dad looked at this through
the lens of his generation.

Rather from his milieu.

Anyway I can not help you.

These are not my mistakes.

I agree.

But I spared you and Dad shame
taking the name of my mother.

Now when I'm trying to give
meaning to my life,

you could at least recall
that we are brothers.

I earned a living by the sweat of my brow.

And do not forget that I have a wife
and five children to raise.

I have three children.

I don't care about details.

Your answer is no?

That's right. I am a man of principle.

Then I wish you to reap
the fruits of your virtue.

Bye.

I'm sorry for bothering you.

Hello, sir.
- Hello.

Sir?
- A coffee please.

Would you like an orange juice as well?

Yes. I got up early today.

Maybe do you want also a little croissant?

Why not, I have much to celebrate.

Do you have a newspaper?
- We have the Globe and Cherubin.

I'm taking the Globe.

The problem with the Globe that unlike Cherubin

it contains yesterday's news.

It's OK. I haven't read them yet.

Hello, sir.
- Hello, sir.

Can I leave a message

to deliver to Mr. Oscar Parmenor

in the suite 211?

Delivering messages to hotel guests

is part of my responsibilities.

Tell him, then,

his wife and children, his three sons,

they are waiting for
him at the hotel bar.

Duly noted.
- Thank you.

Hello?

This is the concierge.
May I speak to Mr. Pormenor?

Don't you recognize my voice?

It may not be as recognizable as you think.

And you usually don't respond.

Why are you calling?

I have a message for you.

Your wife with the children are waiting at the bar.

What?

Your wife and children,

to be exact, your three sons,

are waiting for you at the bar.

But what the hell they are doing here?

I have no other information, sir.

I'm coming down.

Satan, ruler of the world,
beware me of nasty things.

Idiot. That's a joke of him.

Oscar?
-Yes, it's me.

Jacques Tronson speaking.

How are you?

Very well.

Listen, I can not speak openly on the phone,

but you have a good chance at Rinaldo Award

with the book of Camille Sanglot this season.

Can we meet somewhere?

Today at 17h at the Café de Flore.

Awesome.
- See you there.

What is it? Who are you?

Help!

Have you messed up anything?

No need to run so. You are calling attention.

Come along.

Where do you go?
- I do not know.

Let's get out of here.
You shouldn't stay in this quarter.

What is your name?
- Vincent.

I am Joseph.

Today I am free. Let's take a taxi.

Do you live with your parents?
- With my mom.

Do you get along with her?
- Yes.

That's nice.

And with your dad?

I have none.

I had one.

I am not sure that
this is an advantage.

Have you a wife and kids?

No.

What's your profession?

I don't have any.

But I have done some things.

Having a profession

is really necessary?

I believe so.

Now I would like to farm cows.

In Paris?

It is easier to farm
cows in the country.

In Paris they would go mad.

Like people.

Why cows?

They are peaceful creatures.

Thank you.

I don't want to know what
you did at the hotel.

But I hope that it will have
no repercussions.

This is my phone number.

Do not hesitate to call me.
- Thank you.

Probably see you soon.

The carpenter

The editor Oscar Pormenor trapped

The writer Vincent Dumarais is suspected of an act of revenge

The literary world is unexpectedly ferocious.

The chef of Apoa is found by his secretary

in his office, gaged
and chained at his desk.

Pormenor suspects a writer
Vincent Dumarais who attended

the recent reception of Conlong Award won by Mathieu Orfraie.

Reportedly Dumarais threatened Pormenor with a knife.

Pormenor, however, couldn't tell
the reason for the assault.

Hello Joseph?
Good evening.

Here is Vincent. Do you remember me?

We met yesterday.

Of course I remember you.

How are you?

So-so?

Of course we can see each other.

Tomorrow morning if you have no school.

How about Saturday
after school for example?

Let's meet on Saturday at 12:30h
in the Luxembourg Gardens.

There is a fountain there.

The first to come will
be able to be marveling ducks.

I'll see ourselves on Saturday then.
Bye, Vincent.

Joseph?

Do you believe in God?

In my way, yes.

For this flaw
I have been often criticized.

You know the story of the sacrifice of Abraham?

Yeah.

Do you think Abraham was right
when he wanted to sacrifice his son?

No.

Even though it was God who asked him?

It wasn't God.

The voice he heard was his own.

The voice of Abraham?

Yes.

The voice of his pride.

And the angel who prohibited him to do that?

This was the voice of God.

Can I address you informally?

Yes.

You are a good man.

What makes you say that?

I felt it immediately.

What can cause someone to be good?

We need to hear the voice of God.

But where is he?

He is inside of us.

He commands us to love.

For the French bourgeoisie of the 19th century
it was a representation of an ideal family.

You did not kill anyone?
- No.

Then it wouldn't be that serious.

Watching this lion taking its
meal makes me feel hungry.

Let's have lunch.

Do you like soccer?
- Yes, a lot.

How do you call a football player?

So?
- A "footer".

Do you like people dubbed as "bobos" (bourgeois bohemians)?

I hate them.
- Me too.

How would you call the wife of a "bobo"?

No. How?
- A "bobelle".

Do you like the photo?
- Yes, much.

Next Wednesday is a holiday.
Let's go to the Louvre.

Joseph is working as a carpenter.

The little Jesus is watching his father work.

Joseph is not the father of Jesus.
- No, he is.

Through his son he became a father.

It is possible?
- Yes.

What kind of tool is that?
- A sort of a drill.

It has the shape of a cross
to remind us how Jesus died.

It's sad.

No.

Jesus died because he heard God's voice.

Joseph?

How would you call a revolutionary nudist?

How?
- A "sans-culotte"!

This way.

OK.

Very good.

We proceed with the poem?
- Yes.

Epitaph

To death of Honorat de Bueil,

the poet's son,

who died in the service of the Queen,

in the year 1652,

at the age of about 16.

This son,

whose youthful charm and vigor

brought me back

the joyful days of old

This son, my support
in frailty of old age

A flower of the spring

fallen without bearing fruits.

Three months of
languishing without cease,

drew him

too early to the earth,

Beneath the colors of Grand Princess,

His age had barely reached twice of eight years

This century vaunts the burgeoning virtue

And the house of Bueil,

once flourishing,

now in its decline

made the last effort ...

His mind was bright,

his soul generous,

and never grieved his
illustrious and ill-fated house,

something like his death ...

Do you see, Euryalus?

The serenity, coming very late,

in my winter days ...

Is it really you?

It's so cruel

Why did you abandon me

ignoring your mother's wound?

How can she tell you her final words?

Oh no!

You lie in unknown lands, being prey of dogs

and vultures ...

I did not conduct his funeral,

not even took care of his body,

nor closed his eyes and wiped his wounds ...

nor covered him with a beautiful robe ...

That all night and day,

I was weaving frenetically

requiting my fearful old age,

Hammering the threads on the loom ...

Where can I find him?

The land holds the flesh
of his mutilated torso,

lacerated and deprived of its parts?

Is this the fruit that remains to me

from whom I followed by land and sea?

If you had no mercy with him,

point your swords to me,

Rutulians!

Slay me first with blades!

Or you,

my Father, most powerful of all gods,

hurl your thunderbolts at me

and fling me to Tartarus

my ugly head!

I know no other way to get free

of this cruel life...

Good evening, Vincent.
- Good evening, mom.

It is going to be nice tonight.

The light shining outside is very beautiful.

Today I could get off the hospital earlier than usual.

Maybe I can go to the movies tonight.

With whom you will go to the cinema?

I'm going on my own.

Isn't it sad for you?

No, I'm used to it.

Mom, can I invite a friend for dinner?

But of course!

I always keep telling you to invite your friends.

He is a very good person.

If he's your friend, I'm
sure that he is a good person.

Saturday night is good?
- Yes, perfect.

Hi.

What are you doing here?
- I'm shopping for my mother.

We have a guest for dinner tonight.

You seem to be in a good shape.

You aren't. What is the problem?

My business is exhausting me.
I can not put up with demand.

Not even when I take Viagra.

Why don't you take a vacation?

Competition would take all my clients.

I wish you good luck then.

I forgot to ask you about the menu:

Is there anything that
your friend does not like?

Don't worry. He is very quiet.

What does it mean?
- He likes everything.

And he is very punctual.
- Like me.

Punctual people never get anywhere in life.

Of course they do.

Go open the door.
- I am not ready here yet.

Open the door yourself.
- I don't know him.

So get familiar with him.

Good evening, sir. I think you've
knocked on the wrong door.

Forgive me, I'm looking for ...

You're not Vincent's mother?

Yes. Is it you?

Yes.
- I'm sorry. Excuse me.

I thought he had invited a classmate.

Come in.

I'm Joseph.

This is Marie.

I think Vincent drinks
Armagnac for the first time.

This is a special occasion.

If you don't have school tomorrow,
it is permitted.

I hope you don't have to work tomorrow.

I don't.

So I will be able
to take care of Vincent properly,

and he will get a special treatment.

I work shifts, always during the week.

Your work, however, must be quite strenuous.

Sometimes.

I've also experienced very nice moments.

The whole world is like a big hospital

with doctors and nurses looking
after their patients.

On which side are you?

I am changing sides constantly.

Like we all.

What you're saying is true.

Joseph? How would you call a female medic?

A "medicine".

You're getting better with each time.

I had a wonderful night.
Thank you so much for everything.

We keep in touch, Vincent.

And maybe we see us soon.

Mom loves movies.
But she doesn't go often there,

because I don't go with her.

I love cinema too.
But I don't like to go there alone.

Maybe sometimes we could
go watch a movie together.

Why not?

I'll text you my mother's phone number.

All right. See you soon then.

I watched "Red Desert" many years ago

when I was for the first time to Paris.

It was my first time.

Movies of that time
always give us hope.

Even when their subject is gloomy.

I need hope to live.

Me too.

These days people tend to revolt
because of despair.

Or rather cynicism.

They don't even realize their despair.

Do you know Vincent long?

No.

That's what I thought.

I don't know how you met,

but lately

Vincent seems to look happier.

All the better.

I like a lot that kid.

I feel much affinity with him.

He carries a lot of pain inside.

I can guess.

Do you have a boyfriend?
- No.

I wanted to be Vincent's mother.

These two things are not mutually exclusive.

There was a time when I thought it was.

I've really enjoyed going
to the movies with you tonight.

Me too.

Maybe we could do it once again.

Yes.

There are no ducks here.
- Nope.

Nothing is more mysterious than
the bugs hidden in the mud.

In my grandparents' house in Touraine
where we went in the summer,

there was a mysterious pond.

When I was little, I believed it
had no bottom.

And now do you no longer believe that?
- No.

Have you seen the bottom?
- No.

Why your childhood impressions
could not be true?

I have heard one needs to grow.

Do you still go to your
grandparents' house in Touraine?

Yes. In the summertime.
I like to go there.

I had there my happiest moments.

I see.

I grew up in the countryside.
In Normandy.

That's why you want to breed cows.

No doubt about that.

Vincent,

why have you introduced me to your mother?

She really liked going to
the movies with you the other night.

Me too.

But why did you introduce me?

I was told to do so.

Who told you to do this?

An angel.

If it was an angel, you had
a good reason to listen to him.

This weekend I would like to invite you
and your mother to Normandy.

I would like to show you the place
where I come from.

It would be superb.

I'm sure, mom will like it.

I'll call her then and talk about it.

Let's take a walk there.

Flight to Egypt

I grew up in Touraine,

which is a lovely region
but rather insular.

The littoral area is open.

You are open-minded.

Anyway, I felt isolated in my area.

Can you believe that I have never
seen the sea until I was seventeen?

And you, Vincent?
When have you discovered the sea?

Mom always told me much about it.

It was important to her that I saw it.

How old was I when we went to Honfleur?

Twelve. We could go back there anytime.

In summer we always went to my parents' house.

We went to Honfleur for the Christmas holidays.

Yes, it was in winter. It was wonderful.

I would like to show you
the place where I grew up.

It is very beautiful in the spring.

Come on!

There are the cows in my region.

I hope to overcome my difficulties
and establish a dairy farm.

They are so fascinating.

Don't you care that they are jealous?

Cows are more serene than us.
They don't get jealous.

Now I want to show you my house.

There will be no one there
and I have a key.

What is it?

All these Parisian cars ...

Certainly my brother has invaded the place.

I don't want to see him nor his guests.

We will park farther
and walk through the woods.

At least we can see it from outside.

Here they are.

Wait behind that bush.

Let's enter the house through the side door,
I'm sure to have left it open.

While they are out here,
I'll show you inside.

Anyway, I have the right to enter my house.

Oscar! You should be more discreet.

Why? I'm home with my friends.

And if any paparazzi?

You're kidding - they don't know this place.

Hello Bernadette!

I've recently talked to Nathalie Sarraute.

She is dead.

When is her funeral?

Are you enjoying the party,
aren't you, Violette?

Of course I am.

Tell me, Oscar,

we are at Closerie or Flore?

We are at the writer's paradise.

Come on, Violette. I will
introduce you to Marcel Proust.

I will interview him. But here among us,

lately he has not been
as good as he was before.

This was my room.

I was happy

and I cried here.

This is me with my mother.

She died when I was seven.

Let me show you the room where
I used to play with my brother.

We should better go.

A ghost?
- At first I thought it was my imagination.

But there is a ghost up there.

A ghost, no way.
But thieves are possible.

I knew it! It's a paparazzi!

Let's look with our own eyes.

Come, Violette! We will find a paparazzi!

Where's Vincent?
- I don't know.

I thought, he was following me.

Vincent Dumarais!

A little bastard! Now we will get you!

Run!

Police are chasing us.

What have we done wrong?

You were in your own home.

It's me whom they are after.
- You?

The helicopter is for our sake?
- I think so.

After this corner there is a way.
I will hide the car there.

It will be easier to escape them on foot.

Did you get hurt?
No, but my feet defy me.

I'm not wearing suitable
shoes for a fugitive.

We need to get to the shore.

There are places to hide away.

There's a man coming with a donkey.

He's a good man.

How do you know?
- I feel.

Hallo, sir.

Hallo. Are you hanging around here?

More or less.

The helicopter was after you.

Yeah.

My father was in the Resistance.
He told me many stories.

You are not the first to seek refuge here.

We should continue on our way.
Are we close to the coast?

If you keep going down this path,

you will reach the beach.

Could you lend us your donkey, sir?

My mother is very tired.

If you promise to return it to me.
He is my friend.

I promise, sir.

After all, he always returns home.

I'll leave him with you then.

Resist.

Hands up! Get off the donkey!
Face to the sea!

Search them.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.
- You!

Come with us.

Stay with them.

Is it him?
- Yes, it is him. Vincent Dumarais.

Even though this is not his real name.

Who are the others with him?

Bring them.

Who are you, madame,
to this young man?

His mother.

And you, sir?

His father.

I made a mistake.

Pardon?
- This is not that boy.

What?

I said that this is not the boy
who attacked me.

I won't file complaint against him.

But the instant before you
were sure that it was him.

All young people of
his generation look similar.

Now I know I made a mistake.

In this case you can only
apologize to these people.

I'm sorry.

Let's retrieve the donkey.

Editing subtitles: sahara111 aka Gram Zeppi