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ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV

NAKED NORMANDY

My name's Chloé. Six months ago, my parents decide to move to Mêle-sur-Sarthe.

Don't bother looking, you sure never heard of it.

600 people, one main street and one church.

All that was nice, was bombed during the war.

It's a typical Norman village and if you don't know where Normandy is, you're not missing anything.

My parents were tired of Paris life...

...so they moved to the Perche region, without even telling me first.

At first it was just vacations, then dad realized he could work from his computer.

Mom started baking her own bread.

She gets up every morning at 5 to make her bio-bread.

On Thursdays, she goes sell it in Mamers.

Dad used to drive back to Paris 3 days a week, then two days and finally just one.

Now he has to take the train and spend the whole day at the agency but it's wearing him out.

You forgot something? - Dad, you're gonna miss your train.

No more trains... it's over.

Now farmers are in turmoil because the price of meat and milk keeps dropping.

They feel they're being ripped off and they had enough.

They organized a road block and the whole village is mobilized.

In case you don't watch TV or listen to the radio, it's a tough time for French farmers.

Every week, some exhausted farmer hangs himself in his own barn.

Today, they're all ready for a fight.

Their leader is Georges Balbuzard, the village mayor,

...re-elected after 15 years, this time with a narrow margin,

...'cause he approved the building of a mall in the nearby community.

Everyone loves Balbuzard and he'd do anything for the village.

For that reason, his wife couldn't take it anymore and left.

Hurry up, dad!

WE'RE BEING STRANGLED

At these prices, French beef will disappear. Who'll be left grazing?

They short-circuited a system that was established decades ago...

...in order to return to a national production, with French proteins, alfalfa, clover...

I'm a butcher, I work hand-in-hand with the farmers and their fight is my fight.

It's simple: we need a profit to live off our work.

Farmers will disappear. What will you be eating then?

We work 15 hours a day and we're drowning in debts!

We're circling the drain and we'll be sucked through it!

Germans and Romanians keep lowering the price and the government let them do it!

Department stores are underselling our products!

France needs to understand that they're slowly killing us!

We've seen corn fields, wheat fields, colza...

We saw their stony plateaus, their shale cliffs, we've taken hundreds of pictures.

Verdon Gorges... you liked the creeks near Marseille.

Not so much. - The lavender on Varensol plateau you adored it...

Yea, what about the lavender on Varensol plateau? - It's too violet.

You know what, Newman? This one feels like it's been a wild goose chase.

We just didn't find the right place. - The place doesn't exist! It's just in your mind!

What the fuck is going on?!

He wants to go to Paris! It's impossible, the only road is blocked.

We're going to New York, we're Americans. - That doesn't mean you can break the blockade!

Sorry, road is closed!

Come on, please... we got a plane to catch...

It's nothing personal... we love America, we love Obama... - Obama's no longer president.

I don't care, for me it's still Obama! - Americans are not your thing.

Balbu, some guys wanna pass. They say they're Americans.

Fuck! We're gonna miss the fucking train!

This is a war... like Vietnam. - What are we supposed to do?

You wait... - They can go back the same road.

We got a plane to catch... - But if you go back...

Hello. We're lost.

We're going to Paris. - Paris?!

Paris... it's not complicated. You turn right first...

...then left at the junction, ok?

You'll get to a big house. Don't go left, turn right.

Right, left, right? - That's it.

Ok, have a nice day. - Drive safe.

Easy, folks! Easy! We're about to start!

This morning, Interstate 12 was blocked near Mortagne-au-Persche.

Local farmers placed several hay bales in the middle of the road...

...protesting against the depreciation of local beef and milk.

The block has now been lifted but farmers aren't willing to drop the fight.

Nicolas Corbar and Damien Miniot have followed the event.

They made this land fertile with their arms, their blood, their sweat!

It's France's own identity! Victor Hugo sang the heroes who work the land!

There's nothing like a farmer's hands! Cracked, dirty... testimony of our ancestors' land!

He can have my cracked hands anytime!

Not even 2 minutes! It's a joke! - Blocking roads it's good for nothing!

The Minister said we'll get incentives. - They're taking us for beggars?!

French people know we work like slaves.

Politicians are the problem! Brussel is not giving us anything!

Something's gotta change. Stop phyto for example.

Are with them or are you with us? - I'm with you, of course.

He's right, Didier! - You spend fortunes in phosphates.

You feed your cows Argentinian soy and then you whine!

I didn't see you at the block, Maurice. - I was with my cows.

We all have cows! - Thanks for the solidarity, Maurice!

You've got it all wrong, this is not how you come out of the crisis.

Stop lecturing us, you just want someone else's land!

My father hanged himself for this?! Again with your father...

Enough. We gotta stick together.

I'm out of here. - Maurice!

Here's the solution: we get on our tractors and go straight to Paris!

If it doesn't work, we'll take our guns! - You wanna go to jail now?

What do I have to lose anyway?! - We won't go down alone!

Calm down, let's not turn the whole country against us.

We should just stay quiet?! - Of course not...

...but we need something different, an emotional impact on the public.

Is that why you were against the Intermarché mall? - That would be helpful now.

With the local taxes... - You voted against that to protect small business!

So they built it in the next town! - You had it coming 'cause you didn't listen to me!

# They no longer know the names of the fountains, they no longer know the taste of water. #

# They no longer know the cry of the chain on the wells' doors in Mérienne. #

# Will they know again, one day our children, how to speak to the horse and count the stars. #

Vincent Jousselin!

Hey! You come back and don't even say hello?

You're waking up the whole village! - I'm the mayor, I can yell.

How are you?

Tell me you're my friend. - I am, Balbu... I'm your friend.

We've worked this land for centuries and now we're starving.

If only there was some solidarity left in this village.

They're always fighting like little kids about stuff as old as time itself.

I swear... - What about Betty?

Betty... she left me two years ago.

She moved to Alençon and she lives with a dentist.

I can't blame her, we hadn't had a vacation in 10 years.

I had to cancel the last one to handle the sawmill balance sheet.

I barely avoided liquidation but I saved the jobs of 22 people.

She never forgave me. - 22 jobs, she should have known.

I was never there. Between city hall, rallies, the farm... she was right to leave.

A bit more, please. - Haven't you had enough?

It's better to drink than to die. - You're not dying!

You know, Vincent, we're at the end of the rope.

You shouldn't have stopped, you got the head to be a champion!

You are the champion.

We need your passport, we're gonna check in.

The field... it's the place. - What field? What place?

The place where we gotta take the picture. - What's going on?

We've a plane to catch, we're going home. - We're not gonna take that plane.

We gotta go back as quickly as possible to that field. - What field?

Let's think about it. Let's go back to NY and then decide.

I gotta take that picture now. - I'm not staying here any longer!

Listen... we go back, settle into the village, take the picture... we'll be done in 2 weeks.

It's gonna take 2 months. - You think you can take the picture in 2 weeks?

I'm definitely getting on that plane and your field isn't going anywhere, we can come back in a month!

In a month everything will have changed. The light, the trees... it'll be a different field.

I'm finished. I'm done.

I'm still here.

Don't worry, Eugène.

We're not leaving you.

I can't believe it... handsome Vincent! - Long time no see.

It's good to see you. - Good to see you too, Vincent.

How you're doing? - Save it, Aurélie is getting married in 10 days.

She didn't wait for you.

I would have married you but you cut off al contacts.

I texted you. - Right, one time 3 years ago.

You mean correspondence?

You prefer Paris girls, right? - They're good for fun but for the rest...

You like Norman girls better? - He doesn't or he wouldn't have left.

Neither Parisians or Normans... you don't like any girl then.

Are you coming to my wedding? - Of course, I'll be there in 10 days.

I'm the bridesmaid, I'm gonna need your number.

My number? - To tell you where and when.

Yes. Right.

Now she's got your number. - Very good technique, Charlotte!

Hi, sweetheart.

What are you watching? - A documentary on animal suffering.

Awful! - It's life, dad.

It's not right for your age.

You sneeze all the time. - Just a bit of a cold.

Which started exactly when we moved here. - Nonsense.

So...

You hear?

The road is closed... docks are clogged... slowdowns for 50 miles on the A7! Suckers!

How can you manage the agency if you never go to Paris?

Internet, Skype... one must keep up with the times.

Thierry, can you help me?

Dad pretends he's alright but I can see it's making him ill.

He won't admit it though. In psychoanalysis it's called "denial".

This is a real tomato!

To practice psychoanalysis, my parents are perfect.

Chloé, I told you to throw the peels in the compost.

It stinks! - Decaying matter nourishes the land.

Look, Chloé! This carrot tastes like a carrot!

What is "boudin"? - It's blood.

What you mean "blood"? - It's blood... pig blood.

Hello! - Good morning.

Morning!

We're the Americans.

My name is Bradley and this is Mr. Newman.

Yes, I'll be right with you. - What are you doing?

Inseminating the cow. He gives a baby to the cow.

Where's the bull? - There is no bull.

There is no bull? - Here's your bull.

This is Chollet field. That's the field's name.

Ah... Chollet Field...

Mr. Newman is a very well known photographer.

He works all over the world and wherever he goes, he gets everyone naked.

Might be in midtown, on the seashore, in the woods... 100 people, 200... sometimes 500.

And they're all completely naked.

All naked. - What's the point of that?

His photos are works of art, displaying hundreds of naked people.

As nature intended. - No, it's not nature.

Mr. Newman doesn't care for nature. - Art is more important than nature.

Why Mêle-sur-Sarthe? Why us?

Mr. Newman loves that field. - Yes, I love Chollet field.

What's so special about it? - Mr. Newman would like the villagers to pose for him.

Pose naked? - Without clothes... naked.

They should be naked...

This is perfect... we can't work, we're on the brink of starvation...

...and you want us to stand naked on that field?

Bloody Americans... we got nothing left, we've already been stripped naked!

You know what?

Get in your car and go back to New York.

Mr. Balbuzard, please... - Don't insist.

Goodbye.

Can you believe it, Lacoudre? We have nothing left and they want our clothes too!

You're right.

I love Americans!

They freed our village during the war, my mom talked about it all the time.

I got a surprise for you.

General Oliver slept here when they were traveling to join the Leclerc division.

The Americans took over the hotel and my mom just loved them.

I think she had a crush on the General.

This was his room, no one has slept here since then.

Well... I'll show you your rooms on the first floor.

I'm gonna sleep here. - You'll be much better downstairs.

We just did the room. You got TV, minibar, wifi...

I'll be fine here.

Manure in the prefecture? - No. Spill milk on the highway? - No.

We kidnap some big shot and hold him hostage!

Not anymore.

Then we hang ourselves. - Quite the opposite... we'll stand naked in a field.

The whole village, naked.

What you mean... - It's what the American photographer wants us to do.

Can we keep our underwear? - Naked means naked, we'll be wearing nothing.

It's a joke... - It's very serious.

That's his style, he takes pictures of naked people.

But we're gonna freeze to death.

Can't we wait for summer? - No, we gotta do it right now.

I won't stand naked. - We're all naked already!

We owe the banks money we don't have. We can't even pay back the interests, am I wrong?

You're not wrong. - And you, Eugène?

Tell them what happened to you.

They took my tedder and my tractor and they'll be back for the land.

They'll come for me too. - Women must be naked too?

Women, men, old, young... everyone. - You're gonna pose, Lucie?

I'm tempted if you're all gonna be there. - If you do it, I'll do it.

If we do this, the whole France will know about us. We'll be on every TV news.

We'll become international, the entire planet will see this photo.

You wanna do like those Russian women against Putin.

They ended up in jail. - We're not going to jail, we'll be all together.

Only who wants to do it. - You won't get me naked in a field!

You practice naturism every summer in Cap d'Agde but now you're ashamed to show your bare ass?

It's different, naturism is a communion with nature.

Communion with nature... - The Americans wanna make money using our naked bodies!

So who cares? - No American will strip a Norman naked!

It was them who bombed our village!

They had to prevent German trains from reaching the front line!

They dropped a bomb over our house, we lost everything!

We've never recovered. - They helped us in the end, they got us free!

They think they can do anything! - For God's sake!

They're giving us a way out and you still talk about bombs from 70 years ago!

We have the duty to remember! - Yes but we live in the present and we gotta fight for ourselves.

We make this photo and we won't have 2 minutes of news, we'll have 30 minutes or 1 hour!

It's gonna be a landslide!

Are you out of your mind?! You're insane!

Ah... nice going!

You let them use pesticides!

Look what they're doing to the countryside! No more butterflies, no more bees!

All rivers are polluted! - But there are seedlings...

I don't care for your seedlings! These farmers are destroying nature, they shouldn't be here.

You need a ride?

Adam and Eve. You like it? - Very much. Rubens.

I like the other one better.

The Cranach version? - Yes, Cranach...

Isn't Eve a bit too skinny? - No, I like it.

Ok... it's not a beauty pageant.

Can't you put this Eve with that Adam? - Different periods. 16th century and early 17th.

It's inappropriate? - No... we're not in a Fine Arts class.

Excuse me!

Let's see... I cut him out... go get Eve...

We choose a field... you like this? - Yes.

Here we are. Let's make 'em smaller...

You like it? There it is... the Garden of Eden in Chollet Field!

I'll send you the file.

Good morning! - Morning.

Good morning, Mayor. You like some coffee? - No, thanks. I gotta go.

Newman wants to take a picture of the villagers.

Newman the photographer? - Yes, not Paul Newman.

Unbelievable! - Is he that famous?

He's a star. - He's known worldwide, his prints are worth a fortune.

He wants to undress Mêle? - I just spoke to the people...

What did they say? - It's not gonna be easy.

If you want a 42-year-old Parisian, I'm here. - Would you do it?

Valérie used to dance for a Flemish choreographer. He got 'em all naked on stage.

You were fine with that? - Completely.

Aren't you gonna get naked again, are you?! - We're all born the same way.

It's not a good reason. - I can't believe you're such a prude!

I'm not a prude, you're an exhibitionist!

I gotta go, thanks for the file. - My pleasure.

APRIL 30 - ALL NAKED IN CHOLLET FIELD!

You saw this? They picked Chollet Field for the naked picture.

So what? - Mom and I are gonna go.

It's for a good cause. - Don't you see? They chose Chollet Field... my field!

It's not our field, it belongs to Maurice.

It's ours! It's been ours for generations!

It's my father's field, my grandfather's, my great-grandfather's... it's ours!

Can you prove it's yours?

No...

The Land Registry office was hit by bomb. - There you go.

You exhausted us with this Chollet Field. - It's true, forget about it already.

I work 16 hours a day and I can't even pay for my daughter's honeymoon...

...while Maurice is renting my field! - I'm gonna take my honeymoon right here with you.

Eugène... look how beautiful your daughter is!

Hello, Gisèle. Ladies. - Here's your lamb.

Thanks. Have a nice day. - Perfect timing. We got a few questions for you.

We have concerns about that picture.

I know it would help the village but the problem is we all know each other.

Would you rather stand naked in front of strangers? Come on, Mrs. Lemoulin!

I'd be more comfortable with strangers. - We'll be seeing each other at the market the next day, you know...

We won't be peeking at each other's bums! This is a work of art!

But why here? We're not exactly modeling material.

We have the best looking backsides and we're gonna show the world!

The world?! You're crazy! - The future of the village is at stake, our future.

Gisèle, are you gonna be there too?

Thanks but no thanks. - But we can't pose without our Miss Calvados.

That's in the past. - Roger, try to convince your wife.

I'm against this idea. We're not gonna strip our women naked. What's next?

Getting naked is fine when you're young but now... it's just indecent.

Come on, Gisèle, you're our most beautiful flower!

You're very tense. I sense plenty of bad vibes.

It's odd, I love the countryside. - Maybe the countryside doesn't love you.

You have a gift, you'd get rich in Paris. - I've been there once, it's not for me.

Get up now. - I get it, that's why I left.

Where did you get it? - My dad was a seeker.

A wizard? - No, a seeker!

He could sense a spring 60 feet underground. - But you don't care for cows.

My brother does that, but at the end of the month I make the same money if not more.

What do you think of this naked photo? - I don't mind, as long as I get you naked on my table.

Come on, girls! Come on!

Hey, Balbu! - Hey!

Your Newman wouldn't come? - He prefers the hotel, cows make him nervous.

Your boss is very peculiar. - His parents were very religious people from Salt lake City.

Newman grew up isolated from the world.

Then, when he was 22, he saw 30 guys naked in a locker room.

He was shocked. - So he decided to undress the whole world.

That's right.

I'm a war photographer myself, I've been to Iraq and Afghanistan.

I got wounded and I had to stop. That's when Newman offered me to work with him.

It's been 10 years now.

How's going with the villagers? - I still have resistance, plenty of hard-headed people.

You think we'll get to 200 models? - I really can't say...

We have 10 days to take that photo.

It's all about changing some minds. Many villagers don't like the idea of standing naked.

They're just old-fashioned. Don't forget this is Normandy.

Even in the hottest summer, Normans keep their shirts and pants on.

What do we do then? - I'll talk to them one by one.

Don't worry, it'll be fine. In 10 days we'll be all in Chollet Field.

You're the guy who wants to undress the village? - Yes, I'm the photographer.

I'd like to try some "boudin". - Today we're closed.

Closed?

Ok.

I'm closed.

Excuse me... - It's closed, sir.

I understand... just 1 minute, please.

You know... Kodak is dead, finished.

I'd like to buy the pictures.

You want those pictures of weddings and communions? - Yes.

Are you sure? Alright.

Are these for sale? - Yes but they're way pricier than the photos.

Beautiful thing.

A Polaroid 600. - It was my father's.

Your father was a photographer? - Yes, this was his shop.

You're a photographer too? - No, I'm a printer... I mean, I was.

It's like a museum in here.

It should work now.

Try it out. - Thanks.

Works great!

You know... digital has killed all of this.

My dad used to say: "Digital killed analogue".

Digital killed your dad...? - No, brandy did that.

Here is where my dad took I.D. photos.

Every single villager sat on this chair, isn't it crazy?

Say...

How about you work with me? - No, photography was my father's thing, not mine.

But you know about photography. - I'm gonna leave in 3 weeks and sell the place.

What's that?

You pull this out...

Look into that. You see me?

That is... that's just wonderful!

Look, we all have a dick. It's really no big of a deal.

It'll be over in 10 minutes. - I said I don't wanna!

In the army, I had trouble taking showers with others.

I was even embarrassed with my ex wife, let alone being naked in Chollet Field.

Not even to save the village? - And you? You're gonna show your dick?

This is a war. If I have to drop my pants to win, I'll do it.

I disagree. I won't do it.

It's not that I have something to hide... - Then why...

I got nothing to hide! Now get off my tractor!

Why you're so upset?

Chollet Field is mine and you can use it for free. Now get off my back!

Buying non-labeled meat? If you don't buy local meat, you'll be frowned at.

Here, have this. "Normandy Farmers".

Yes, Normandy farmers... but why do they sell the other one too?

You're naive, aren't you? They'll sell anything to make a profit and that's what's screwing us.

You're a hardcore militant. - No, I'm just doing what's right.

So this is the good one. - Yes. - Thank you.

You know we've already met. - I think I would remember.

A bike race in Mamers, 4 years ago. You won and we were all cheering you.

No one ever understood why you left. You had the talent and the means.

No I didn't... my father had the means.

Pro cycling was his dream, not mine.

You really don't remember? I handed you the victory bouquet.

Really? - Yes!

You kissed me in front of everyone. - No, I didn't kiss boys at the time.

What about now? - Now?

GISÈLE NAKED!

How much they're paying you to use the field? - Nothing, I'm lending it to them.

They offered 5000, you can have it. - I don't want charity... the Americans won't set foot on my field!

Can't we turn that page? It belongs in the past.

It's ancient history! - For you, Maurice! I keep seeing my father's corpse!

Have you ever seen a hanged man? - He didn't hang himself over Chollet Field, you know that!

He did it 'cause he couldn't go on anymore!

This field might have saved him and I won't let you have it!

You're planning to shoot me with that?

You're lucky my daughter's getting married and I won't do anything to ruin it for her.

But there won't be a second warning.

Morning, Gisèle. - Morning, Mr. Balbuzard.

Someone wrote on my window. It's the third time!

What did it say? - Gisèle naked.

Gisèle naked... is that why you called me? - It's not funny, Balbu!

Any idea who might have done it?

Maybe Leclerc, he's always coming in here.

Maybe the Bezon kid 'cause I wouldn't hire him.

Or Lefranc... I lent him some money and he never paid me back.

Lefranc is not the type.

I thought these people were my friends...

Listen... I'll put a security camera in front of your shop.

If they do it again, we'll know who they are, ok?

Thank you.

Can we go out now? I'm starting to freeze.

My lower back especially hurts. - We must strap it tight.

Can I take it off at night? - Of course.

Mr. Balbuzard, I'm glad to see you. - Morning, Mr. Férol.

We didn't elect you so you could undress the whole village.

I'll go complain with the Prefecture, the Senate if I have to!

Calm down, Mr. Férol. - I won't!

On the pretext of saving the village you're putting us through a collective humiliation!

You should prescribe yourself one of your tranquilizers.

Is that it? Mr. Balbuzard! - Yes...

I'm gonna fight against this. - Mr. Férol, you went to Sunday school?

Of course, I'm a practicing Catholic. - Then you know Genesis, Book Two.

"Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame."

Something's wrong, my dear? - No.

I see it... something's bothering you. - No, no...

Promise me you're not gonna pose naked.

I already told you, I have no intention to do it.

You don't need to ask me that anymore. Ok?

Promise me. - Only you are allowed to see me naked.

Look what I found in the room.

All these young lives sacrificed so that we could be free.

Some never saw their 18th birthday.

The geometry is... - Geometry?

That's how I want it organized. The picture in Chollet Field.

Look... 200 pickets for the models to stand in front of.

Then we can have lined-up bodies just as far as the eye can see, like the crosses.

Here it is. - The field...

My field... Chollet Field.

Thank you.

Who is this guy? - I have no idea.

Good morning. You are...? - The field's owner.

You're the owner? I love this field so much... Chollet Field.

I'm really happy I can take my photo here, with all the models...

I will have them stand all over here.

Women, men... all naked. It's gonna be great!

It's not possible.

Not possible? - I'm asking you to leave my field.

Explain it to him, Bradley.

We'll take the picture in 5 days... a nice picture.

An art photo...

Oh my God! - Christ... are you fucking crazy?!

Oh my God!!

Eugène! The entire region depends on this photo and you go around shooting at the Americans?!

I don't give a shit about the picture! - We'll compensate you, just let us do it.

I don't want compensation! - You're sabotaging our only way to make ourselves heard!

I want my field! - Nobody knows whose field is anymore!

Look at the Registry! - It was destroyed during the war!

You step on my field and I'll shoot you!

Fine, you no longer count on me to negotiate with your bank.

You'll die alone on your field! - That's perfect!

Isn't this nice? We can do whatever we want here.

You can have 500 naked Normans here and no one's gonna bother you.

I want Chollet Field.

For God's... what's so special about it? It's small and ugly-looking!

It's got nothing special to it. Look at this instead!

Look... the cows... the oak over there, isn't the oak nice?

Come on... - Mr. Newman wants Chollet Field.

Forget about Chollet Field. That lunatic is gonna shoot us down.

But why? - There's an old ownership feud going on.

What's that about?

It's France... people carry on ancient feuds and don't even remember why.

What do we do then? - How about we take the photo in front of the Prefecture?

300 naked villagers in front of the building. Wouldn't it look great? Prefecture...

I prefer Chollet Field.

You haven't left yet. - The shop sale is in 2 weeks.

Hi. - Hi.

You didn't give me any signals.

I didn't embarrass you at the mall, did I?

Kinda... - Wow, what enthusiasm!

Don't you offer me a drink? - You'd like it?

Well... yes. - Er...

You're not good at this, are you?

What you're up to? - I'm wrapping some old machines.

An American bought half the shop just the other day. - That's good news.

I've been in here when I was a little kid. My mother took me for my communion.

I was super-catholic back then.

I had my white alb on, a veil on my head, holding my rosary...

Your dad was so kind, he always told stories.

That photo must still be here.

Will you search it for me? - It'll take hours...

Please...

So... you think I'll look good in Chollet Field?

Let me make it even better. Snowy landscape.

I'll be cold...

Vincent... won't you kiss me?

It's been 3 weeks since Volker said he's gonna sell.

Finally, he came on his chopper.

Volker is dad's best friend and an old associate.

They created the agency together and now he made a fortune with a start-up.

Dad won't admit it but he's got psoriasis, eczema, asthma...

...and every allergy ever recorded.

Volker came to see my dad but I'm afraid it's a very tough road.

Take those off. - Why...

Take 'em off. - Alright... if it's so important...

Look at your face... - This? Just some hay-fever, it'll be gone in a week.

Listen... go back to Paris and go see a specialist... then you come back here...

I got all I need here. I'm seeing an excellent healer, her father was a seeker...

What about the agency? They need you back there...

I'm through with that.

Here we have our own greens, our pumpkins, our tomatoes...

Valérie bakes her own bread... we're self sufficient. - For God's sake... what happened to you?

I've changed. People change you know?

We don't follow the same pointless scheme... - Don't get hostile.

I'm not hostile. You got what you want... I just turned the page.

Volker went back. I asked him to take me to Paris but he wouldn't.

He said my place is with dad to help him recover.

Balbu!

Anyone? - Come in, Vincent.

This is Charlotte. She works at the milk plant.

I know you, you're Blamond's daughter. - That's right.

Wasn't you father upset that you quit the farm? - No... well... he just started back talking to me.

Her father... some hard head.

So... you both have to have dinner?

We were gonna go out, me and Charlotte...

...but you had invited me for dinner, so... - So what?

So I just told myself... - ... that we could have dinner all together.

Yes... - You did good!

Look at him! - He was sweating!

Shall we start with some white wine? - Yes.

I found 'em while cleaning the shop.

There are hundreds more like these.

That's me when I was 4.

See the resemblance? - A little bit.

They took down that grain silo 5 years ago.

You know him? - Yes, he's the old mayor.

Look at this! - Gisèle... Miss Calvados.

She's something. - Beautiful!

No one knows he kept all these photos.

How's going with the naked picture?

Dead ends everywhere. You try to get a bunch of Normans naked on a field!

Wait, let's hear the news.

There's iron in cows' muscles.

Nitrite is being used in meat processing.

A sort of salt, here mixed with spices, intended to make food last longer.

The latest report from WHO states that all red meat is carcinogenic.

It's not the first time red meat is being pointed at...

...but this is the first official report by the World Health Organization.

Red meat can cause diabetes, obesity and heart disease.

Livestock is not just a danger to our health.

It's also responsible for the 18% of gas emissions causing green house effect.

Way more than vehicles!

Cattle is therefore a decisive factor in global warming!

A catastrophe we can avoid only by reducing our red meat consumption!

Fuck... they really want us dead.

After what I heard in the news, I have to do it.

Thank you.

Me, I got nothing to hide!

Mrs. de Quincy, I hope you're not part of that. - Why not? Old folks like to have fun too.

But a woman your age... - I'm still well firm, I wash myself with cold water.

Thank you. Bye. - Bye, Mrs. de Quincy.

Morning, Roger. How's going? - I haven't slept in 8 days.

I'll give you Imovane, you'll sleep like a baby.

I bet it's because of the picture. - How do you know?

It's been keeping the whole village awake, that obscene parade.

I wrote to the Prefect. No answer, of course. - They're gonna do it.

My wife too I'm afraid. - Your Gisèle is so beautiful...

...every man will be up there looking at her.

Bastards... - You can't blame them.

Bastards... - Cheer up, Roger. It'll be fine.

People will get a good eyeful and after 10 days, all will be forgotten.

Bastards...

Spray painting can be a serious offense.

Property damage, sexist insults, defamation... - Who cares? I'm a minor.

It's still gonna be in your record.

What you did to Roger... now he sees enemies everywhere.

Good riddance. In 10 years there'll be no more red meat, no more farmers, no more butchers... a better world.

Who put these crazy ideas in your head? Your parents would be upset...

I don't care! I'm gonna leave this lousy village and go back to Paris!

Put your seatbelt on.

You will apologize to Mr. Roger! - Never! He's a murderer!

He slaughters innocent cows! - What's going on here?

Chloé tagged the butcher's window and he's pressing charges!

No, he's not gonna... - Why did you do it?

'Cause butchers are scumbags! You saw the videos on the internet!

Those poor helpless animals are martyred! - Mr. Roger did nothing to you!

You dragged me all the way here! I didn't ask for it, I was fine in Paris!

It's not gonna last anyway. You know why? - We'll discuss later...

Thanks to global warming, Normandy will become a desert. Everything is gonna scorch.

No more rain in Normandy. Fields will turn yellow and the land will crack.

There'll be no more grass and cows will die of thirst. Just skin and bones will be left.

What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. - I dreamed Normandy had become a desert.

It was the end of the world. - Dad... just because I'm getting married it's not the end of the world.

It will work.

It's the Americans! Come with us, it's my daughter's wedding!

Everybody inside!

Take your seats.

I guess we need a bigger room.

You want a speech? Good, 'cause I got one.

Dear Aurélie... I've known you since you were this tall.

Dear Jimmy, you chose one another because you love each other.

In a world, we may well say, where the strong steps on the weak...

In a world that neglects us and tramples all over us...

...marriage is a leap of faith, although the future is always uncertain.

As long as Romanian and German meat will keep filling our market...

...we'll have no future.

Look at the export figures after Russia closed the borders.

Not to mention the Chinese market, which... - Balbu... it's a wedding, not a rally.

Dad! Let him speak! - He's right, Aurélie.

Today, your love is the most important thing. Your love and Jimmy's love for you...

You managed to maintain hope and today we all have the same hope.

Thanks to our American friends. How about a hand?

You've all supported this project, although someone is still hesitant.

They wonder whether to do it or not.

So I'm begging you to show up! It's vital for all of us!

I'm with you! - You'll be there, Aurélie?

You bet I will! I'll do it right now if you want!

Wonderful!

Me too! Everyone's asking me if I'm gonna do it so...

...alright, Balbu, I'll do it.

Miss Calvados is with us! Our village's most beautiful flower!

Well, you're all welcome to the drink table. - You didn't marry us yet!

So...

You know the buyers I found for the shop? - Yes?

They wanna move in as soon as possible to start working next month.

That's great! - Yes.

Why are you telling me this? - To be honest with you.

Honest just because we sleep together? - No, no... not at all.

You're afraid I might get the wrong idea? - No...

That I'd beg you to stay? That I'd fall in love with you?

It's not that... - Don't worry, it's not gonna happen. Do what you want.

Leave or stay... it's the same for me.

I'll see you then.

What's got into you?!

What's wrong with you, Gisèle?

So you decided to be in that picture?

You promised me. You said... - Shut up, Roger! That's enough!

I don't wanna hear you anymore!

Morning, Josy. Is it boudin? - Mr. Newman asked for it.

He's having it for breakfast?? - Josy!

Your boudin. - Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Newman. - Hi.

Bradley. - Morning, Balbu.

Finally the big day! - To think that in 2 hours we'll be all naked...

Josy, we count on you. - Of course, it'll be a thrill.

Enjoy. It's the best boudin around. - What are you waiting for, Newman? It's delicious!

Roger! Mr. Newman is just about to taste your boudin.

At last!

Are you ok, Roger? - Mr. Newman, don't take that picture.

What's going on, Roger?

Mr. Newman, don't do it. - Can't we do this later? Everyone's waiting for us...

Mr. Newman...

Do not take that picture! - Give me the knife, Roger.

Mr. Newman... - Hand the knife.

Please... calm down...

Don't be stupid, Roger! Don't do this!

Mr. Newman... that picture... - Drop the knife!

Don't take that picture! My wife's gonna be up there naked!

Her name's Gisèle, ok?

Roger, calm down!

Sit down.

We've gotta get out of here! These people are crazy!

Where are you going? - It's over.

No! Don't leave! - We're so close, Newman.

They're all out there waiting for us, we can do this.

It's Vincent. Where are you guys? Call me back.

Vincent, where's everyone else? - They'll be here.

Where are all the models?! - What's with your arm?

Roger went nuts. What happens here? - I've called everyone.

They all have some urgency. The dairy, the tub, the vet... they say they'll come later.

No, it's gotta be now! - Where are all the Normans?

I have no idea. - Balbu, we've been waiting for you!

We're doing it, don't worry.

Something's wrong, Balbu?

Hey, Balbu! What the hell is going on? Where are all the Normans?

I have no idea what's going on. - You're fucking with us, Balbuzard! You lied!

There's nobody on Chollet Field! - They'll come, they promised me they would.

Too late now, the light is gone. We gotta go.

We're leaving. - No! We'll do it tomorrow, I'll bring everyone!

I swear they'll be here! - I'll see you another time. Sorry.

You can't leave like this! What about the village and the farmers?!

It's not our problem anymore. - They promised me...

Good luck, Balbu.

I'll be honest, I've had enough of Normandy.

Tomorrow they're all gonna be here! I give you my word!

Your word...

Wait! Wait!

Here we are!

Never I got to taste the boudin.

It's over. There'll be no photo and everyone's sad.

The photo was a good thing, it woke up the village.

Who was in favor, who was against... at least there was some vibrancy.

Now it's over and the villagers will never get naked again. They're orphans.

They're like memorials to the dead.

Only one is happy: Férol the pharmacist.

Roger has been 24 hours in police custody but Balbuzard didn't press charges.

He's been released and went back to work but he's having a tough time nevertheless.

How's going? - Hi, Vincent.

I'm worried, I haven't seen Balbu in 3 days. - I left 10 messages but no answer.

I hope nothing happened. - You left him alone, that's what happened!

You all betrayed him. Bezon, Didier, Lefranc... everyone!

I thought everyone else would go. - I only said I was gonna be late.

Me too. - We didn't realize...

Can't we speak to Balbuzard? - What for?

To tell him we'll do the photo and to call the Americans back.

The Americans have left and they're not gonna be back!

Maybe he can get them to come back.

First you shoot at them and now you expect them to come back?!

Can't you talk to him on our behalf? - Right.

Balbu. - Go away. I don't wanna see anybody.

You're wearing pajamas? - If I had resigned, Betty would still be here!

I gave up everything for these ingrates! - They know they owe you a lot.

The guys from the mall offered me 20,000 euros and I turned them down like an idiot!

You did what was right. - Some even say I took a commission on the mall! Me!

Come on, Balbu, come back to city hall... - No, you leave me alone!

You're leaving in 3 days, aren't you?

Get out! Get the fuck out!

Are you ok, Maurice? We don't need any more fire wood.

We might have a long winter.

It's not by accident you didn't go for the picture.

I was gonna do it. I have nothing to hide.

Then what is this?

How long has this story been going on?

I don't know... for generations.

Your dad told you to stay quiet? - Yes.

His father did the same with him... and his father's father before.

And so on like that... it was passed down.

We all kept the secret.

Eugène was always right then.

I'll give it to the notary tomorrow. - No.

You're gonna give it to Eugène.

I don't wanna see him gloat, he'll get his field back.

Don't you see he don't care about the field?

All he wants is the original Registry contract.

I don't want you here, Maurice.

How about a drink?

That would be great.

Get yourselves a glass.

You got it? - Help yourself.

THE HANGING WOLF

You got your own still? - Of course, don't you?

Of course I do! Brandy must be homemade!

Balbu!

We buried the hatchet! - We're buddies now!

Come join the celebrations!

Balbu!

How long you've been mad to each other? - Since the First World War!

What's Balbu doing in there? - What do I know?

He's talking with the goats!

Goats have feelings, I talk to them all the time!

Why he's wearing a robe? - Is he? - I think so.

Balbu, what are you doing?! - Stop it, Balbu!

We're in the hanged man's house... so I hang myself. - Come down!

I'm not coming down! - You can't hang yourself in someone else's house!

He's right, do it in your house! - I hang myself wherever I want!

You didn't even have the balls to let the American photograph you!

That was too much for you!

A pregnant cow, a sick goat, an appointment with the vet, a broken tractor...

Not even one of you can see further than his own interest!

Not one!

I gave up everything! My wife left me but I'm still here!

Your wife would have left anyway. - Your marriage had been dragging for 10 years.

Not only you don't have brains... you don't even have heart!

No spirit, no solidarity... fighting over a foot of land.

Who owns more land, more of Normandy... and that's the real reason we're dying, not the market!

You didn't come to Chollet Field because you were ashamed?

You live in shame! Your petty secrets, your pathetic schemes...

Enough! You can't stand there and lecture us!

You should have hanged yourself over that Mall screw-up!

Wait... what was that?! - It's your fault they built it on the coast.

Don't start again with that Mall bullshit!

You idiots opposed the project! - You got a commission for that!

Me!! I got a commission?! - You've not been straight!

Hurry up!

Are you ok?

It's the last time we take you down!

I decided I'm not selling my dad's shop. - What you expect me to...

Why would she care? - I'm not talking to you, Aurélie.

It's because I wanna be with you. - It's all you have to say?

Men decide and we're supposed to jump for joy.

Remember your communion picture? I found it.

Girls, come here!

I also found a picture of the dairy plant workers.

That's you behind Josseline! - That one's Caroline!

She'd shut Mr. Gilbert up! - Who was he?

The Head of Staff, a real bastard!

I hope you had a good reason to wake me up. - Yes, watching the sunlight over Chollet Field.

At 6 in the morning? - Look!

I know why Newman wanted to do it in the morning. The light comes from the east, right?

So what? - He wanted people to face the sun.

But I think it's even better with the light from the west.

This way light is smoother on the faces. Look.

Why you're telling me this? - Don't you get it?

No. - Balbuzard, I'm gonna take that picture.

FÉROL NAKED

Dad...

Stop pretending you're happy here.

I'm perfectly fine. - You can say it to me.

You hate the countryside, you can't take it anymore.

You tried and it didn't work. There's no shame in that.

It's best for everyone that you stop pretending.

Wouldn't you like us to go back to Paris?

A nice cafe table, on a terrace... - The Reinitas... Rue La Fayette.

No outdoors in La Fayette. - That's right. No trees, no grass... just blacktop.

Rue La Fayette is alive... traffic jams, exhaust fumes...

Car horns, noise everywhere... - I love it!

You think we'll get our own clothes back? - I wouldn't wanna be seen in those.

What's wrong with my clothes now?!

You mind if I stand near you in the picture? - Not at all.

We've come clean at last.

Hey! How's going, Vincent?

Hi, girls! - How about a kiss?

You're going to undress us all? - You played your cards well!

Good morning, my friends!

You came!

You as well?! Weren't you against this?

Now Vincent's the photographer, not the imperialistic American!

It's all between us!

Roger! How's going?

Thank you for not pressing charges.

I was out of my mind, I never meant to hurt you. - I know, Roger.

Tell him what you told me.

Yes, well... I'm finally convinced. - About what, Roger?

I agree that Giséle... - Giséle what?

I'm fine with her being in the picture.

With this red meat crisis, Germany, Romania and all that... it must be done.

With Giséle too... completely naked in the picture?

Finally! Roger changed his mind, Giséle will be in the picture!

Shall we start? - Wait, let me check the light first!

Can we keep our boots on? - Go ahead and keep them.

You're keeping them? - I don't wanna step on a cow pie!

There aren't in Chollet Field! - Yes, he vacuumed earlier!

We can start!

Just like we said... on the count of three!

One... two...

...three!

Wait for me!

It's my daughter, Chloé!

Look at mom!

1... 2... 3!

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