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THE NEW WORLD

Based on the novel by PascaI Quignard "L'Occupation Am�ricaine".

What are you doing here?

This is my room.

.

- Pull! - Go, Roger.

HoldI well and wait for my signal.

Yes, that's fine.

Hello, Patrick?

Do we agree?

Finished! Finished!

Host.

The two of us and nothing else.

We're going to America.

Open.

- Hi, baby. - Hi, honey. I got us dinner.

.

In Orleans, at the station bar, they sell Coca-Cola.

.

You don't say Coke, you say .

I don't like this shirt, it's boyish.

Then you should tag your mustache.

Marie-Jos�?

I told you on Sunday, don't always wear black.

I am in mourning for my mother.

Put your hand in.

The two of us and nothing else.

We're going to America. Do you remember?

Yes. So I'm not going to do what I just did.

With the hand is sad.

I love you, Patrick.

- You don't do that when you love. - Yes.

No! You love each other completely. Love is all or nothing.

- It's nothing with you now. - I'm nothing? Say it again!

Repeat!

Stop!

Turn.

He's a kid.

- EarI, is that you? - Darling, get the absorbent cotton, quick.

My God! What happened?

Boyfriend?

It's nothing.

Thank God it's not the eye, it's the eye.

- What's going on? - I don't know, honey.

He fell off his bike.

Honey, will you stay with him for a second?

Not serious.

Buddy HoIIy died in a plane crash plane crash, you are still alive.

It's true.

Do you have the phone?

Done!

It's going to be okay.

- Be careful, I just Iavited. - Excuse me.

To the French guy. He's a lucky boy, Doctor.

- You want a Bud? It's nice and fresh. - Thank you.

English?

I know a little.

Do you know who did it?

Communists.

French Communists.

Doctor? To her boyfriend.

He's a lucky man.

I never thought it would happen...

- What's your name? - Patrick.

Me Trudy.

Awesome, you're great!

The drummer leaves us, I move to Germany.

We're always changing. It's hell.

We need a permanent drummer, not a hired one.

- I'm Trudy. Good. - Hi.

RydeII?

RydeII. My name is no longer RideIsky.

- I told you, he's dead! - He's not.

- Yes! Adolf Hitler is dark! - No!

- They changed their faces. - Come on!

German plastic surgeons are ahead of the pack.

It will be hidden somewhere.

You know what? I'm AdoIf HitIer.

Hands off, asshole!

I'll be right back.

Watch out, kids! The price of coffins is going up.

I'll take your bike.

This bike is moIto strange.

Do you know BiII HaIey?

Gene Vincent?

Elvis PresIey?

PauI Anka?

They are the best!

After Buddy HolIy, of course.

I'll let you hear it.

Race?

Where.

Where.

Here? You only won because your bike is no good.

Let's go.

Is she okay?

Yes.

Thank you.

Hi, Patrick.

See you.

O ami queIIa bamboIa o me.

Why didn't you take me to the Americans?

What about the PX? Did you get into it?

Answer. You went to the PX without me?

The French cannot enter the PX.

You're beautiful!

- What? - I can't.

Don't leave, aIso!

Not you, please! I can't stand when someone goes away.

Don't leave!

Yes! All right.

Here, Antoine.

AscoIta this.

"MiIestones.

CoItrane, you'll see. Especially CoItrane.

And Paul Chambers on bass. Does he do any tricks with the bow?

It's off-key, but great. by Saturday, when you come for the move.

- Are you leaving? - Yes.

I leave RideIsky Enterprises.

- Do you have the TV? - It's the party's.

Look!

Before men watched souls in cages,

now the animals look at other souls in a box.

Soon there will be no more thoughts, no words, no life.

It's the new world.

One screen, one look.

The visibiIe has invaded the earth. It will bewitch everyone.

Before, there was another world, the invisible one.

What remains is its dark side.

II Blues.

Merchants disguised as soldiers address the world.

It's the latest invasion... America!

Stop!

You know you can't be here before 8:30 p.m.?

- Yes, Sergeant, let's go. - Attention!

All right, let's go.

Don't interrupt me while talking to someone. Understand?

Asshole.

To talk to you I will do this....

- And then you can respond, understand? - Yes, Sergeant.

Louder!

What time is it?

All right, Sergeant, let's go.

Shut up! I'm not talking to you! You piece of shit!

- Fucking niggers! - Get off me!

Go away! Attention!

Get the fuck out of here! Move!

I fucking love it!

Do you play drums?

Are you any good?

Are you any good?

Would you like one?

A battery for professionals.

A Gretsch?

I have one.

Interested?

Do you want it?

You've got the goods!

You have the makings of a good one.

Do you want to become a great drummer?

Yes or no?

Yes or no? Do you want to be a great drummer?

AII now?

Come on, I'll show you something.

Beautiful, isn't it?

A friend of mine died and he left her to me.

It's mine, though...

perhaps, it can become yours.

Take it easy.

I give it to you...

one piece at a time.

I think I'll give it to you a little bit at a time.

But you have to WORK.

You understand? You gotta work, bitch.

This is not a joke.

This man was...

His name was Tommy. Say his name.

- Whose battery is this? - Tommy's?

- DiIIo. - Tommy?

Bass drum.

The bass drum no, you start with this. You'll get it later.

Greedy Shit.

Patrick.

This cannot continue.

There is also other music.

Bach, CamiIIe Saint-Saens,

the Messiah of HaendeI or the song of the birds.

Please, my name is not CamiIIe.

I'm not a bird. Dad, I'm not you!

But you're in my house.

So if you want to play this stuff, do it somewhere else.

I have the place you need.

Good?

Is there a socket for the turntable?

You can put a proIong up to here.

You can buy it at Vire.

AIIa hardware store in Vire.

There is one condition.

For the next two Sundays I need an altar boy.

I'm not a kid anymore, everyone will laugh.

God is not everyone, will not laugh.

Thank you, you can go now.

There are many that I don't know about.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PATRICK. MARIE-JOSE VIRE, 1954

Must be nice.

- I don't think you like it. - Why?

- Too modern. - It's for me now.

Are you leaving now?

I can't play when someone is there.

I'm not somebody.

We need to talk.

You are more and more distant, you don't care about me anymore.

I went to see a doctor in OrI�ans.

To not get pregnant.

Ogino method. Temperature morning and evening.

So, when are we going to Ietto?

Hi, Patrick.

You could help me.

- Why are you crying? - I'm not crying, leave me alone.

Get off me!

Stop it, Marie-Jos�.

CaImates.

Don't cry.

Tell me what you have. Tell me.

We could have done that today.

I measured my fever every day.

Today we can.

Did it hurt?

No, Patrick.

This bathroom is prehistoric!

We're choking. We are suffocating, we must leave.

- You're definitely going to Algeria. - Better die.

We will die together aII now.

If you want.

- Stop. - You're not listening.

You don't listen to me anymore, you don't love me anymore.

Now your father will come. I'm leaving.

Don't you love me anymore?

- I'm going to play. - Don't you love me anymore?

My mother's car. Hurry up.

It's the first time I've touched that. Is it always this hard?

Sorry.

Me too.

Hi! How are you?

- Let me introduce you to someone. - Check out the uniforms. They're gorgeous!

Five, six, seven, eight.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- Mrs. Wadd, I have to go. - Bummer!

You were great today!

You did great!

I'm proud of you.

Do you want to fight?

I'm proud of you.

Tommy is proud of you, too. He was watching us.

You're going to be a great drummer. Don't stop now.

What is this? You look like an old lady.

Shake when you shake hands, go ahead!

Forward!

All right. We'll take you to eat something.

- Thank you. - Where are you going? Where...

I have to ask you a question.

How do you say "pussy" in French?

- Sparrow. - .

The of Marie-Jos� is driving me crazy.

You know?

Maybe not yet. One day you'll understand.

I can't marry her. I can't.

I would treat it maIe.

You know, I'm...

I'm rotten, boy...rotten!

There's something wrong with me.

I don't know what it is. And it's not going to change.

I had a wife.

I had a wife and she left me.

It was beautiful.

He left me for a Korean. A fucking Korean.

A little jarhead bastard.

He was flush with cash.

I have nothing and no one, but I want to stay that way!

If I had a son,

a child of mine,

everything would have been better.

Dad, where are you going?

It's you, Patrick. I have to give birth to a cow.

- Shall we go with you? Let's go with him. - Yes.

Indeed!

Ask them to stop playing.

If you'd like to come with me, Sergeant, we'll go in my car.

What's wrong with mine?

Look! A French rabbit.

Nothing was done.

US go home, US go home!

Go home, you fucking bastards, go back to where you came from,

you fucking assholes!

Come with me.

Get the tail.

- Pull. - Get the other one. Now!

My God. He turned around.

It's stuck.

What does it do?

What do you think? You have to cut the veal inside the cow.

- You're fucking savages. - If I don't, the cow dies.

It's a good one.

Good action?

- Want a drink? - Leave me.

Did you hear General De Gaulle on the radio?

We have to leave, here we die.

De Gaulle will kick out the Americans.

If WiII leave, he has to take me with him.

- Do you think he would marry me? - Shush.

Hi, guys.

- Is this a CadiLac? - The latest fad.

Patrick, Trudy invites you to her birthday party on Saturday.

You have to dress up. It's going to be a spectacle.

Guys?

You are seen too often with Americans. Don't you remember?

We have just been liberated from the Germans.

Now the generation no longer wants Americans.

Tomorrow the Russians will arrive.

They will live in our homes. They will abuse our children.

Perhaps, they will abuse our children.

The Germans, the Americans, the Russians... it's too much for one small country.

Hi!

Hi, Patrick.

Never heard of it. Thank you.

I got the latest Buddy Hilly record. Come on, I'll show you.

- Trudy, the music! - Hold on.

I put Buddy HolIy.

RydeII?

Where are you going? Don't go.

Gross! Have you seen them?

They do not understand the music that they stole from their slaves.

They only know how to copy. They are copies, imitations.

I'm going to conquer the West.

Real Americans are black people.

I am white.

Go! Run, come on!

AscoIta.

God is angry with me. You know?

It was an omen, a sign from God....

The other day, the cow in the stadium was a sign.

The girl from the grocery store could be my daughter. You know what I mean?

It's okay.

- You could be my son. - No.

Are you okay?

It's okay.

It would not be maIe!

Did he talk to you?

Answer. What did she say?

Nothing.

I'm not interested in your business.

Sure, run! Go to the girls, go to Mom!

Go study for your degree!

- You're not going to do it? - No! Enough of that.

I want a life, not grades.

For the moment I'd like you to stop playing.

If you don't know, The exam is in 20 days.

For the moment I would like you to let me study.

If you don't know, I was studying when you came in.

MaIe studies.

You study saItually. You will play as much as you want during the vacations.

- It's a recreation. - No!

Music is never an entertainment.

A rash, then. And it's not even pretty.

Thank God.

Be aware. What is modern is not necessarily more alive.

I am modern and I am alive.

I don't care what the dead said to me years ago.

I want to express myself.

Plutarch speaks of a Roman generaIe

who had erected a temple with deception.

CharIie Parker parIes of a veterinarian

who had erected a temple with bullshit.

Careful, Patrick.

Warning.

We have many fine musicians in this unit.

They say this band is

Continue.

Folks! It's the nigger boss talking.

- It's a slave who parIes. - We ain't slaves no more, boy.

- What? You bought that? - I said we're not slaves anymore.

No, Meryl. Tell me you didn't buy that!

Good, because this slave will tell you...

First I have to check that Chrusc�v is not in the toilet. Understood?

Fucking Nikita Sergeyevich Chrusc�v!

Do you know what I'm talking about?

And now fantastic public

I dedicate to the band of the 76th Unit,

this "Funky Nikita BIues."

What's with you?

Did you get that shit?

Are you high?

Go away, you're all dead.

I don't want to follow you. You're cold.

I hate the dark.

One hit, ma'am!

One hit, ma'am!

- Father, Chaplain Johnson. - Good morning.

French Shepherd.

.

I will never eat them.

You asked me to cook frogs, now you have to taste them.

No, I changed my mind.

- All right. Let's take a bath. - The water is dirty.

I don't want to take the pot.

This costume shows everything. It's disgusting!

I can do that too, you know?

Does it turn you on?

Once I saw my parents making love.

It's like the electric chair, the bodies are shaking like mad.

We need to find you a decent costume.

Pictures of EIvis Presley in such a costume?

Don't be mad, Patrick!

Let's talk about it.

Come on, don't be mad.

Let's talk about it.

We women are not animaIs. We are not frogs.

You're like a cucciIo.

When I cuddle you Your tail starts to move.

I like you like this, Pat.

You know, we have a concero in Dreux, Saturday.

Do you like children?

How many do you want?

I will have a boy and a girl.

With you, I'm drowning.

Where were you?

What is it?

As of today, I forbid you to go out.

10 days left.

Be careful. This is the second and last time time I've told you to study.

What about the next one? What will you do to me? Tell me, dear Dad!

Happy Birthday!

Is this your birthday?

SaIta on.

Forward!

- Is this your birthday? - Yes, it is.

- How old are you? - 17.

- Meaning. - , seventeen.

17.

Are you ready?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.

I have a gift for you, something you've been wanting for a long time.

But.

first, put this.

Don't take it off until we get there. Swear!

- Swear! - I swear.

I swear.

Are you ready?

Welcome to the United States, kid.

What do you think?

Shut your mouth. Go!

So? What do you want?

Meat? DoIci?

You want this.

Do you like this one?

There you go. Anything you want.

Go!

Go ahead, take something.

It's not like we're broke.

Hold on. Give me the radio. I'll be the mule.

Do you like them?

Get them.

Refined... beIIo!

Thank you, WiII.

Don't worry about it. It's your birthday.

I'll tell you what. You better do it now.

Because your friend Charlie, the generaI De GaIIe,

screwed us all, we'll have to leave.

So.

Good luck with the Russians.

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

Your friend is very generous.

This jacket is amazing.

We also have a surprise for you.

We'll celebrate your birthday tomorrow. tomorrow, there will be stew.

I need to get dressed.

Why didn't you go to high school yesterday?

I told Mom. I had rehearsal with RydeI.

- We have a concert tonight. - You're not going.

Please! I have an appointment in 10 minutes with Antoine and RydelI.

I need to get dressed.

What do you do?

I'll get dressed, I told you. Let's do a real concert, in a real house.

The exam is in 6 days. Don't go, stay here!

Dad?

- WiII?

I need you. RydeII and MaIleure left without me.

- In Dreux. D-R-E-U-X

- Are you drunk? Never mind.

You must accompany me to Dreux now!

- Now!

- Listen to me, WiII.

No time for coffee.

Marie-Jos�? Go get her before you come over here.

- I'll call her.

I'll do it! Go get her. Come as soon as you can.

Why didn't you come?

Why did your father tell us to go without you?

RydeII went crazy. It was a disaster.

It stopped playing so suddenly.

Where is it?

I left it by the pond.

You know.

is really maIe.

He says it's his turn, that the whites will kill him.

RydeII?

Can you hear me?

WiIl is dead.

RydeII? Can you hear me?

I can't hear anymore.

Mom?

Mom?

What are you doing here? What do you want from me?

Nothing.

I love you, Patrick.

I love you.

Shut up!

Shut up.

Part, they leave.

We need to get going, too, right away.

Forget WilI. When I was with Iui I loved you!

We were wrong!

Marie-Jos�, get up, please.

Please.

Without you, I don't exist.

When we no longer exist there is no remedy.

Are you there? Did you see your name?

Yes, promoted!

- Promoted? - Indeed!

You've been promoted.

Good.

CongratuIations.

Do something, ma'am.

Come.

He was a better lay than you, anyway.

Marie-Jos�?

What's going on?

Daddy? Daddy, quick!

Soon!

Come.

Come on!

Leave.

The grant is in the study.

It will pick up.

Sit down.

GREAT KERMESSE FRANCO-AMERICAN

Maybe we're the Martians.