All language subtitles for ApachesGangofParis

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Soft music

- As far back as I can remember,

she was always there,

buried deep
of my entrails,

lurking in the shadows,

ready to strike.

They thought that locking me up
would be enough to destroy it,

but the rage that burns inside me
is uncontrollable.

And she will become
their worst nightmare.

serious music

Small,
I made myself a promise:

never end up like these wretches,

a bent back,

empty stomach.

Me,

I had a plan.

A blow that would change everything.

The little one there is Polly.

(Come on, Polly.)

His mother had abandoned him
one winter evening.

We found him the next day

all blue, but still chirping.

Polly was never one
to complain.

So we took advantage of it.

Hustle of the crowd

This is the one we've been waiting for.

The great Sarah Bernhardt.

They said she collected
wild animals and lovers,

that she was sleeping in a coffin.

And that she never went out
without her jewelry.

That's what Polly had to check.

- Sarah Bernhardt.
- Please.

It is called from all sides.

- A word about your visit?

- It is regrettable to offer
this statue to the Americans.

- Miss Bernhardt,
do you like this statue?

(- Shit.)

- You are famous for your excesses.

Does this explain love
what are you wearing?

- We all need to dream.

- So you bring dreams
to people?

- Get out of there, you!

- Well done, Polly.

- Let me pass.
They all call out to him.

- Him there, rinsing his eye,
it's Ficelle,

my beloved big brother.

He was the bravest
Of the band.

He was ready to do anything to prove
that he was afraid of nothing.

epic music

- Go away !

- What are you doing here?

Necklace ?

- The newspapers were right.

- You don't know who you're dealing with.

- Sarah Bernhardt had class.

cry of pain

- Stop the little one!

- So what?

I should have accepted my fate
quite wisely?

And stay that street kid
invisible ?

You know what they say, right?

Rather die standing
than living on your knees.

"I Wanna Be Your Dog"
(The Stooges)

Officer whistles

gasping breath

- It's me.

You have it ?

- We could be rich.

You know I'm right.

- I know
you shouldn't say that.

- You're scared of him, aren't you?

- I'm not afraid of anyone.

Not even from you.

I don't know what you're up to
but you are waiting for me there.

You're waiting for me, huh?

Cabaret dance music

- The Widow Raquin,
that was the name of this old roadstead.

We called it that
by habit,

but the widow was dead
since a long time.

This is where the gang used to meet.

The guy who drinks more water...

- Not a drop since I was 18.

- It's The Fleet.

The crooked cop with the lady,
it's Beautiful Eye.

Happy in love, fishy at play.

He was in debt
with the Apaches.

The big guy is Bear.

The nicest of all,
the guy who can say...

- I'm a good guy. And yet,
I kill people sometimes.

- And she is Nadja.

She would have spent years
in the human zoo of Boulogne

to amuse the bourgeois.

It had driven her half crazy.

All these people
worked for Jesus.

- Jesus, stop.

- The leader of the mound wolves.

- Come on, go over there. I will finish.

- He would have spent his childhood
operated in a textile factory

before setting it on fire
and disappear.

He had retained a certain taste
for the style

and a visceral hatred
against the system.

- Approach.

Take.

- You're kidding, I hope?

half the cops
Go find that pebble.

No one will want
buy it back from you.

Take your money
and get out of there.

And consider yourself happy
that I'm not swinging at you.

"Let's Twist Again"
(Johnny Hallyday)

- String was so happy

That he wanted
having fun with Berthe.

We couldn't deny him that.

He had dreamed of it for years.

A bell rings.

And here is Marius.

- Hello, old man!

- We don't run in the church!

And the meal is ready.
- We arrive !

- This old alcoholic priest
took care of us.

I had never known my parents.

Cholera
took care of my mother,

and my father had disappeared.

Since I was little, Ficelle used to tell me
that he had gone to America.

That he would come back
with so much gold

we wouldn't have to work anymore.

(far away)
- Oh that's not true !

Angry words from a woman in the distance

- There is enough stack left.

- I knew you had a plan.

You pretend to believe it, huh?

You pretend ?

All these stories
gold diggers,

it's bullshit.

Dad's not in America.

He's a poor guy who drinks
because he is ashamed of himself.

He drank so much
that he has forgotten us.

You know what ?

You are right.

We're gonna buy these tickets
for America.

Tomorrow morning we leave.
We are going to give ourselves a new life.

We can even change our name.

I'll call myself Jesse.

And you...

Billie, like Billy the Kid.

- It was you who threw
a dead pigeon by the window?

- No why ?

- It fell at the neighbor's.

Laughter
You would have seen his face!

Go to bed.

- Yes, here we go.

Snoring

Hey, that's mine.

- Goodbye, old man.

- Hurry up, we're going to miss it.

- Hi !

So the kids...

Where are you going like this?

You come with us ?

Jesus has something to tell you.

Come on.

The Fleet, take care of them.

- Hold still, children.

Intriguing music

- Stay with us for a while.
Are you in a hurry or what?

Drink.

What's your name again?

- Twine.

- Do you know Ficelle?

He's an inventor.

- Ah good ?
- Yeah, a real inventor.

He said he would be rich.

Is it true or not ?

Tell us
your thing with the sausage.

- Did you invent something?
- Give him a sausage.

- I'm interested. Take.

- Actually, it's simple.

You take a piece of bread,
like that,

you take the sausage,
you stick it in and close it.

- Oh yeah.

- Should have thought of that.

- Yeah.
- What's your name?

- A hot dog. It is English.

- A hot dog.

And what does it mean ?
You speak English ?

- Yeah.

What does it mean ?

- I dunno,
but it's called like that

in America.

- Did you invent it?
- Yes.

It already existed in America.

The laughs continue.

- He's stupid.

- It's true
that he is a total jerk.

- Do you know what I say to myself?

I tell myself that...

that you're kidding me.

Not so, I hope?

- No.

- You're sure ?
- I promise you, Jesus.

- OK.

I know you keep your word.

dark music

You're a talker, huh?

- Oh !
- Eh ?

- I was saying,
are you a talker?

- I think so.

- Aren't you sure?
- Well if.

- No, you don't seem sure of yourself.

- I'm really sorry, Jesus.

- Shall we vote?

Twine's Labored Breathing

- Vote for what?

- Do you let them?
- Take care.

- Come.

- Come on, don't make that face.

prove us
that we can trust you.

- Like that.

- You stay there.

- Come on ! Come on !

A.

Two.

Three.

heavenly music

- To settle his debt
with the Apaches,

Bel Œil has settled down
to make me disappear.

- Did you hear that story?

- He made me accuse
of the murder of Ficelle.

- You are found guilty
of your brother's murder.

- It was the voice of a child
streets against the police.

And the court ruled.

- 15 years of imprisonment.
Hammer blow

Shocked exclamations

Lock

- Old Marius used to say
than the sheep who takes revenge on the wolf

becomes the wolf.

Upbeat music

- Oh, Paris!

In a few years, the face
of the City of Light has changed a lot.

Inventions follow one another
at breakneck speed.

thousands of cars
roam the streets.

The Metropolitan arose
from the bowels of the earth,

electricity, telephone,

the cinematograph...

nothing can stop

the tremendous march of progress.

Soon man will even be able
soar in the sky.

hubbub in the street

- An Escaped Ferocious Beast
of the Universal Exhibition!

Horn blasts

- Don't stay here!

(-Billie.)

hubbub in the street

(Billie.)

Distant singer's song

Classical music

- Sorry,
but I was going to close up shop.

Oh, did you hear me? It's closed.

- I'm looking for someone.

- And ?

- He often hangs out here.

- I doubt.

We don't retain customers.

- Jesus.

Does it speak to you?

- Approach.

Come on, approach.
I will not eat you.

Oh yeah.

The Fleet laughs.

The Apaches don't come here anymore.

Now that the policies
clean up, they hide.

It's over, the Belle Epoque.

He continues to laugh.

Jesus, what do you want with him?

- Where can I find it?

- You can not.

If he wants to talk to you, he will find you.

Ah, you got a taste, huh?

He laughs again.

Joy Street.

They walk the girls there.

You won't have any trouble
to get noticed,

If you know what I mean.

You think I am
poor guy, huh?

Maybe you could
cheer me up, huh?

What do you say, my pretty?

You seem to have heart.

Not true that you have heart, huh?

cry of pain

rhythmic music

The whore, she ate my finger!

My finger...

Intriguing muffled music

dreamlike music

The man laughs with her.

The rhythmic music resumes.

The Fleet shouts.

Slight creak

Soft organ music

- Look what I found for you.

Eat.

You must be hungry.

I haven't aged too much?

- You were already old.

It didn't work out...

your eyes.

- Do not worry about me.

I took advantage of it.

- By being a priest?

- A pair of buttocks
sometimes...

He will forgive me for that.

- What happened to Polly?

Intriguing music

- You should leave.

Far from here.

And never come back.

There's nothing good for you here.

dark music

- The Street of Joy.

According to La Flotte, it's here
that I could find the Apaches.

- With girls I don't know
(I don't know)

When it should or when it should not
(When it shouldn't)

talk about time
or talk about love

Go home or court

When one of them says to me:
"Who do you take me for?

"I'm not
the one you believe!"

I tell myself :
"Don't kid yourself

"Go home alone"

And it's Thumper,
my forever friend

Who takes him home
Saying, "Come take a ride"

And I stay there

To bite my fingers

- Excuse me.

Good morning.

Uh... How much is it?

- How much is it?

- For...

For the little treat.

- What the hell are you doing here?

This is my sidewalk here.
I don't like to share.

Be cute go encroach
the pavement of another.

Hep hep hep, come see for a second.

I've seen you before. No ?

- I just got to town.

- Let me guess.

You land here
and you don't know anyone.

You have big dreams
but not a circle.

And you tell yourself that with a little
sorrel, you would have a good life.

You're not thick

but there are people who like it.

If you know how to do it,

you can hope to go up
between 6 and 10 times a day.

That makes you in the 30 balls.

Better than factory, right?

No more than 10 min per customer.
And you always congratulate him afterwards.

Come on, good luck, sweetheart.

Girls, here we go.
Our men will get impatient.

- Hold on.

I can come with you ?

- You already want to enter
in the big leagues?

Sorry, it doesn't work that way.

Let's go.

Come on.

Dynamic music

Don't forget to smile
girls.

- Good morning.

I...

I'm coming for...

Festive atmosphere

- You have people on the balcony, there!

admiring whistle

- Look what we caught,
Today.

- Polly?

- It's you ?

But yes, it's you.

How it is possible ?

I thought you were...

I mean... wow.

Guys, I present to you...

- Hey, Polly!

The jar is empty.

- Yeah, and?

- You have to fill it,
I'm not going to do it.

- Hangover, I'm busy.
- Leave her alone.

And you listen
what you are told to do.

We're not pumping duck syrup.

- Do not move.

I have 5 minutes.

Pour us two glasses.
- Alright...

Go change the drums first.

What is she doing here?

The little flower grew alone
in the cabaret.

laughing man

What do you want ?

My name is Hangover.

- Is that a name?

- I like you.

You remind me of a little girl
that I had seen in Africa.

She and her tribe thought
that I was a deity of the gods.

A deity of the gods.

Calm music

- Hangover.

- Two.

Oh look at this.
You'll like it, listen.

"The new commissioner has announced
that it was time

"to clean the streets of Paris
of his vermin."

Who is the vermin?
- It's you.

- You also. It's us. And him.

He said, "No one is
above the law."

He doubts nothing, the idiot.

- You have to beat him up.

- Do you know what you're risking?

So we're not going to do anything.
- Oh yeah ?

- What ?
- No, we'll pay homage to him.

- Ah, there you go.

- I raise my glass
to that good old font.

- To the police.

- They're doing their best.

A little burr from time to time.
- It happens.

- Here, I also raise my glass

to the press, who deserve it.

They talk about us.

That's what excites the bourgeois.

Guys, I raise my glass too
to the bourgeois.

who never go out
of their lovely neighborhood.

Who go to church for
be saved. But saved by whom?

There is no saviour.
I am in a good position to know that.

It's not for nothing
they come to see you.

- Hallelujah!

- I also raise my glass
to all those who die for them.

To rotting workers
in their rusty factory,

too loose
to move a finger.

And of course,
I raise my glass to you.

To the shameful vermin.

You deserve the guillotine.

Because you don't submit

you refuse
we choose for you.

You understood
that life is too short.

Ovation
Rock music

cry of pain

Plaintive moans
Hangover

Go clean your hand.

- She left me.

(Slut.)

- Who are you tapping for?

- For no one.

I'm not here for that.

I want to become an Apache.

- An Apache?

What's your name ?

- Billy.

dark music

- Oh !

What is this atmosphere?

The American, music!

We give him a standing ovation.

- What the fuck got into you?

- And you ?

What are you doing here ?

Did you forget about Ficelle?

- No, I haven't forgotten.

When I found myself alone,
he took care of me.

And he took good care of me,
I swear to you.

I owe him my life.
To him and to others.

Upbeat music

The American sings.

The atmosphere becomes muffled.

dark rock music

heavy breathing

- You succeeded, my dear.

I do not know how,
but you caught the eye of Jesus.

You have to go to the hideout tomorrow.

Do you want me to accompany you?

You're sure ?
- No it'll be fine. I'm sure.

- However you want.

beastly growl

Moans

- Ouch, no.

- Forget it, I can't do it.
I can't.

- You are wasting my time.

- Were you there?

- See you on Sunday.

- I was making a little confession.

You drank, you.

- No.
- Oh yes.

You drank.

Hold on. I have something
for you, it will cheer you up.

By the way, old Marcelle is looking
labor at the laundry.

You can go for me.
But it pays badly.

Groan

Dreamlike soft music

(-Billie.)

A door closes.

heavy music

- Calm down, kids.

- And me ? And me ?
- Hold on.

The bread...

Take. Take yours.

- Sausage.

- There you go.
- THANKS.

- Take this.
Break up, kids.

- THANK YOU, JESUS.

- Approach.

A door closes.

It's funny,
I've never seen you around here.

I thought
know all the girls.

- I have just arrived in Paris.

- Where were you before?

- In America.

With my dad.

- And what were you doing there?

- Like everyone.

We were looking for gold.

- And ?

- We must believe
that there were more.

- And you want to become an Apache?

Do you know why that name?

Because they take us
for savages.

For them,

we're not worth more than these Indians

that they massacre in the name of progress,

who are obliged
to take up arms,

because they have nothing left to lose.

Startle

Intriguing percussion

dark music

A door closes.

Count up to...

- Why did I have to come?

- I don't know about you
but we don't like cops.

And still less
when she takes care of us.

A new commissioner
wants to clean up the city.

- Hi guys.

Sorry, i am late.

(did I miss anything?)

- I was saying,
a new commissioner...

Polly whispers.

(- Pardon.)

Clink of the spoon

- A new commissioner
wants to clean up Paris and look!

Beautiful Eye.
- Beautiful Eye.

- Bel Oeil, I just said it.

You know him
and he knows us.

Clink of the spoon

Polly gasps.

- Do you want to be an Apache?

- It's your lucky day.

Help us to approach him.

You have to take him away.

And you, Polly...

- Oh !
He spits out the spoon.

- You will season it.
- Me ?

- Yes you. What ?

You want to watch the others
without getting wet?

- Thank you, I won't disappoint you.

- We'll see.

Bel Œil knows that he plays
with fire, so he protects himself.

Urban music

According to our lookouts, a while ago
where he lowers his guard:

when he goes to the cinema,

with his old lady.

But Bel Œil forgot

that we knew him better
than his mother.

And what is certain,

it's that he can't say no
to a woman.

Lively piano music

Intriguing music

- You sleep ?

- No.

And you, do you want to sleep?
- No.

- Then stop doing that.

- Wait.

I know you, don't I?

Soft music

Cork snap

- To Billie!

And at Bel Oeil.

Yes, anyway!

Laughter

"Lollipop"
(The Chordettes)

- No no !

frightened cry

- The gang obeyed no laws.

But unlike
what you believe,

the Apaches had principles.

Always be in band.
Never get old.

Never work.

But above all,

make someone pay
all those filthy bourgeois.

Blows and screams

- Paris on fire and blood!
The Apaches are terrorizing!

Take ! Go ahead, come!

- It was necessary
let me take my time.

Let them get used to my presence.

- Go ahead, take it, take it!

Laughter
- Come on.

- I had to be able
to gain their trust.

To laugh alongside them.

"Lollipop"
(The Chordettes)

And I'm waiting for the right moment
to hit.

- Stand back or I'll shoot!

Step back!

- Come on ! It's good.

- Hi, old man.

- You want that
I confess something to you?

I believe in God more.

I don't know since when,
but it's been a while.

Kind of like those old couples.

One morning the woman wakes up

and she realizes
that she loves her poor husband more.

He didn't do anything in particular.

It's not even his fault, but...

the good woman loves him more,
that's all.

I know what I mean.

I have heard confessions.

Yeah.

"I can't stand it anymore, my father.

"He disgusts me when he eats.

"I want him to touch me more
with his little machine."

He laughs softly.

You have to ask yourself
why am I still here.

If I'm still here

it's not
because I am a good priest.

No.

He laughs again.

If I am here...

He sighs.

it's because I help people.

- Doing what ?
- By listening to them.

By hearing their prayers.

Knowing how to recognize
someone who takes a wrong turn.

During all those years,

I prayed

to find you.

But if you take

that way,

I don't want to see you here anymore.

melancholic music

Loud applause

Dreamlike soft music

- Often,
I felt his gaze on me.

I had the impression
that he could read my soul,

that he knew exactly who I was

and let me approach him

as if to play with death.

- What do you think ?

- It takes the light well.

- Bear.

What do you think ?

- Yeah, that's good.

- What ?

- No nothing. I find
the photo very good, all that...

I thought
who cares about the press?

What was it for flaring up?

- They spread our message.

- Our message? I did not know
that we had a message.

- In your opinion, Bear,

why they want
get rid of us?

- Because we mess up a bit,
all the same.

- No.
- No ?

- They don't want us
because we scare them,

we show
another way is possible.

- Another way?

Downright ?

Oh yeah.

But Jesus, look at us seriously.

We loot traders, we raise
bitches, it stops there.

Does it go further than that?

- You didn't understand anything.

- It's me who didn't understand anything?

Jesus, you are not a prophet.

You are an Apache.

- It doesn't matter. Show Billie
your last tattoo.

Jesus laughs softly.

- It's what ?

- It's Bertha.

What ?

- Why did you do that ?
- But there, it's still red...

She deserves it, Bertha.

Last week she swallowed me
the whole berlingo.

- She's an artist, Berthe.

- What do you know?
- She bit some dick.

- Yours, it would hurt me.

- Everyone knows Bertha.

The American, do you know Berthe?

Laughter

- Chief, Bertha?

little growl

Scrap ?

- I stopped counting.

- Even Scrap.

Don't take it like that
we laugh.

Don't take it the wrong way.

To Bertha!
- To BERTH!

- Jesus knew that survival
of the Apaches was fragile.

And if his
began to doubt him,

it's all his world
which was collapsing.

(- I have a surprise for you,
follow me.)

Billie laughs.

And when Ficelle bet

that he could drink
a bottle of absinthe?

He ended up running naked
in the church.

- I remember, yeah.

- not a day ago
where I didn't think of him.

And not a day ago
where I didn't think of you.

Take.

- It's what ?

- A new start.

For you and me, America.

As you wanted, with Ficelle.

- Polly.

- Jesus... It's for him
that you stay, is that it?

He doesn't tell you everything.

Nadja, she's not dead.

dark music

Hold on.

Be careful.

You are playing a dangerous game, Billie.

sad piano music

- Where are they ?

She nods.

dark music

He continues to play the piano.

- Good night, American.

- Don't you have a client?

- Two seconds.

Come on, man, it's over.
Well done.

- You were delicious.
- Yes.

- See you soon.

- Between.

- Do you mind?
- No.

But it's been a while
that I haven't changed the sheets.

Here, it won't hurt you.

SO,

what's wrong ?

Is it a story of the heart?

We love them, but they don't
gift, right?

I think he likes you too.

- Polly?

He would kill for you.

But he has no chance,
or else I don't know anything about it.

I'm talking about Jesus.

I saw how he looked at you.

Their eyes, it's like a zguegue,
it never lies.

But beware, my dear.

We burn our wings,
if we approach Jesus too closely.

Come, let's put the meat
in the towel.

- Bertha?

Little moan
- I sleep...

- What happened to Nadja?

Intriguing music

- He loved her for good.

And her too.

But it cost him dearly.

- She is dead ?

- Worse.

She is cloistered in a convent.

The last time I saw her,
she no longer recognized herself.

I told you.

Jesus,
don't get too close to it.

So good night.

(Marius)
- Lord,

there is a wave in my heart
which keeps growing,

a devouring shadow
that plunges me into the night

and disfigures my soul.

Lord,

in Your infinite wisdom,
punish my mistakes,

my excesses and my vices,

but forgive him his anger.

Lord,

from the depths of my drunkenness,

hear the prayer of a poor fool
drowned in alcohol and flesh.

give him courage
to face the shadows.

Wash her of sin
and that Your holy pity

lighten the night that consumes her.

Lord,

make me light.

give me strength
to leave his way

and if she gets lost
in the dens of evil,

offer him in Your mercy
the salvation of the soul.

Choked breathing
and the whistling of the wind

melancholic music

Soft piano music

- It's a miracle
that she had not committed suicide before.

- The whole gang
believed in suicide.

And to give him back
a last tribute,

we got high on opium.

For the first time,
I saw through their eyes.

I felt the strength of the bond
which united them.

And that's when I knew

the true price of revenge.

I had found the only family
that I never had

and it was necessary
let me make a choice.

Join her

or destroy it.

Airy quiet music

man cry

- Stop!

Stop!

- To you, Jesus.

A.

- TWO.

- Three !

Oh fuck ! Oh fuck !

little bear cry

- I know why you're here.

But your place is by my side.

You're an Apache, Billie.

- Come over
at the Great Universal Exhibition,

where is drawn
the future of our world.

Like millions
amazed visitors,

come and test
the fabulous moving sidewalk,

or for the bravest,

pose in company
of our brave colonized peoples.

Groovy music

- Killing
of the Universal Exhibition.

The Apaches have struck again.
One of the members arrested.

Ask for "Le Petit Journal".

Ask for "Le Petit Journal".

- Ouch...
- That's it ? Are you emerging?

- What time is it ?

- Late.

Was the night good? you played
cowboys and indians?

- Don't you have a client?

- Don't worry,
no one will come today.

The sidewalk is over.
I belong to Bear and to him alone.

- You said "no feelings".

- There is what they say and
what the heart urges us to do.

You should settle down too.

- Me ?

- You won't always be 20
and firm ass.

Find yourself a nice little guy.

- A nice little guy?

- What you want,
but anything but an Apache.

- Are you telling me that?
- Me, it's not the same.

I'm branded.

You know what they say:
"Once a fuck, always a fuck."

You can still...
Gunshot

tension music

(- It's not true...)

- Come on, boy.

- Hush.

Come.

- What is this mess ?

- He said what ?
- We were dumped.

- What ? But who ?

- Shut up.

- Who dumped us?

- Polly.

- We don't know if it's him.

- Shut up ! What is it?

Eh ? What are you going to do ?

- Stop! What the hell are you doing here?

- What are we doing ?

- What can we do ?

We do not have a choice.
Clink of weapon

- Without evidence, without anything?
- She's right, kid.

We're going to kill one of our own,
without him being able to explain himself?

It had to happen,
to lead the bourgeois!

- Shall we vote?

- You didn't understand anything, actually.

The good life is over.
This world wants more from the Apaches.

We agree, the kid screwed up,
but he doesn't deserve it.

- You'll take care of it.

I can trust you.

tension music

You accompany him.

- Break it, you.

- You are there ?

- Hey, Polly.

- Look at this: "The perfect woman
washes with Poupon."

Did you see that ?

what they invent
to push their shit.

Don't you want it?

- I'm not hungry, that's nice.
- Here, take it.

Ooh there. You are in love, you.

Don't make that face.

I saw you with Berthe. It's beautiful.

I swear, it's touching.

Finally, we agree.

I don't believe that bullshit anymore.

I have no reason ?

- I dunno. What are you talking about ?

- Love, all that...
It's bullshit.

- If you say so.

- I believe it.

- You ?

I don't know what Berthe did to you,
but you have to start again.

The only true love is the one
of a mother. I love my mother.

I didn't really know her
finally not long.

It seems that she was dancing
at the Moulin Rouge.

Isn't that class?

A beauty.

If it wasn't my mother,
I would have made it.

What are you doing ?

- It's not against you.

- Oh ! What's happening to you?

Stop, damn it! I did not do anything !

- What are you doing, kid?

Come on !

Come on !

heavy music

(Shit...)

melancholic music

- I'm sorry.

- Why did you do that, kid?

- Twine.

- I knew I had seen you before.

I will die ?

I will die.

Bertha...

Our baby...

I won't see our baby.

- You have to disappear.

- I didn't tell the cops.

- I'm serious, Polly.
You must leave and never come back.

NOW !

Leave!

Disappear!

Clear !

- Won't you come with me?

(- Stop it, Polly.)

- Come with me,
I will take good care of you.

I won't force you to do anything.

With time,
maybe you will love me.

- Stopped. Hurry up
before I change my mind.

- The Escaped Ferocious Beast
of the Universal Expo killed!

Ask for "In the morning".

melancholic music

- Where is your ticket?

Come on, hurry up, you're gonna miss it.
Take.

And take that too.

- Are you sure you don't want to come?

- How nice.

You are not going to drag yourself
my carcass to the New World.

And I still have confessions
who are waiting for me.

- I'm going to miss you, old man.
- You also.

We knock on the door.

(Hide.)

We open the door.

- Our friend Bear has just died.

You wouldn't have
a prayer for Bertha?

- Bertha.

I know your pain is immense.

But you have to forgive.

- Even separated from the loved one,
forgiven.

- Thank you Father.

Let's go.

thunder crack

Just one thing...

Billy.

You haven't seen it?
- I don't know anyone by that name.

- Are you sure ?
- I have nothing more to tell you.

- Where is she ?

Where is she ?

(- Lord...)

- Where is she ?
- Get out of here.

- Leave him alone !

- You know the fate
reserved for traitors?

Let's get it over with.

- Billie, Billie...

- No stop.

Billie's cries

Bertha!

- Stopped !

Stop, I told you!

- Let go of me !
- Stopped.

Billie's gasping breath

Shout

wood smash

Cry of Jesus

(- Don't let us in
in temptation,

deliver us from evil.)

(Jesus, please.)

- No !

No !

Billie's sobs

No ! No !

She's screaming.

Difficult inspiration

Bye-bye, Billie.

heavenly music

- Goodbye, kid.

- Billy!

big inspirations

gasping breath

Difficult breathing

melancholic music

She's screaming.

- Come on, go ahead, do it! Drawn !

Rattling
- No !

- There ! There !

Gunshot

"Paris"
(Elsa)

Subtitling TITRAFILM