Original subtitles

My condolences, Haby.

Be brave.

May God have mercy on her soul.

Sister, it'll be okay.

God will take care of her.

God bless you.

My condolences.

Thank you.

May God welcome her into heaven.

Thank you, everyone.

God bless you.

May God unite us.

Haby, your grandmother has left us.

Down a bit. That's it, down a bit.

Let go, let go, Ousmane.

Move back a bit.

Careful!

Wait, stop, Bachir!

Come on, come on.

Be careful.

Again, with him underneath.

That's it.

Go on.

Gently does it.

Be careful.

Gently!

What a nuisance! The elevators haven't worked for years.

That's it, brothers.

Careful, I think there's a bike there.

Move it.

It's okay, it's okay.

Careful!

Okay, go.

Even in death

her body's getting no rest.

Be careful. Guys, turn your flashlights on.

Give me some light. Thanks.

Gently.

Careful, Ismaël.

Round that way.

There's too much stuff here. Get it out of the way.

The stroller. Get it out of the way.

Push it over there. Over there, please.

Okay.

Lower it a bit.

Gently does it.

It's okay, Mom. Come on.

How can we live and die

in a place like this?

LES INDESIRABLES

And now...

the countdown!

Ten,

nine, eight,

seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one,

zero!

What the hell?

Call emergency services!

Shit!

Why did it explode like that?

Don't you know your job?

That's not right! You're not gonna get away with this!

Calm down a bit. Roger, calm down.

Get the patches on him.

Oxygen.

Can you hold that?

Two liters.

We're good.

We gotta shock him.

Charge it to 200.

Get back.

Pierre,

as you probably know,

Gilbert was being investigated.

A judge is looking at contracts made with public works companies.

It's possible that the granting of certain contracts, certain jobs...

could cause us big problems.

With Gilbert's passing, Roger will be in the judge's sights.

What do you mean?

Why me?

Don't imagine it won't trace back to you in Paris.

That's why we must keep the boat afloat.

Why are you talking about a boat?

What is this? Are you saying you're going to throw me out?

- Am I your illegal immigrant? - Roger.

He won't stop the investigation because Gilbert's dead.

You're the target now,

as the deputy mayor.

Wait, I don't understand what's going on here.

Don't touch me.

Agnès, please, I've been doing this for 15 years.

15 years!

What does this little nerd know? Jack shit!

He's a kids' doctor!

You have a rare quality for doing politics, Pierre: Clean hands!

Fuck you!

Okay?

It's people like Gilbert and me who get our hands in the shit to fund the party.

You're just a roll of TP!

- Can you calm down? - You want me to calm down?

Roger, we all work together.

We all know that without you this town wouldn't function.

- Sorry if I upset you. - It's okay.

So, Pierre.

What do I tell the party?

It's me!

I said yes.

Without asking me first?

I had to decide.

They gave me no choice.

But it's a decision that concerns both of us.

You should have talked to me.

I was more surprised than you.

I never imagined I could one day be mayor.

I felt that...

I couldn't refuse. The whole team is counting on me.

- Do you really want to be mayor? - I think so.

You know what it means to be the mayor of a town like this?

There are neighborhoods you've never been.

You have no idea how they live.

I'm worried you have a romantic vision of it.

No, Nat, that's not true.

I've been on the council for three years.

I have a strong political commitment.

I won't be alone, I'll have my team.

It's amazing!

I can be useful, try to improve people's lives...

No one will look at you the same.

Your patients, our neighbors, our friends...

Our life won't be the same.

It'll change everything for the children too.

Nat, I need your support.

You have it, you know that.

But you should have talked to me before deciding.

Have you made the request

for state aid?

They've refused you outright.

- Speak Arabic, please. - She doesn't speak Arabic!

The apartment's not in their name, so no aid.

I've paid the rent!

Tell him to calm down, I'm trying to help.

Ma'am, he's tired, his brain is worn out.

Can you explain to him?

No, it's not working.

- What's the problem? - She works for an association.

Calm down.

Okay, it's working now.

I have to go.

I'll pick you up at the town hall.

Why didn't you study instead of chasing after me?

Then you could at least read your name!

All year round, in the café, playing dominoes, drinking tea!

You think you're Macron!

I'm talking to her!

Hello.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let us vote.

You okay?

- Okay, boys? - Yeah.

- So, what is it? - I got this letter.

They're offering me a small apartment, but with the boys...

Forges.

Rousset.

Rousset.

You can't have a restaurant in an apartment.

I've waited a year for that unit.

I go to the town hall,

and it's: "Ma'am, you're missing a document."

Pierre Forges, eight votes. Michel Rousset, six votes.

Congratulations.

You're putting your trust in me,

and I sincerely thank you.

Do you know, Pierre,

why a legislator's sash is worn like this,

with the red on top, but for a mayor it's the blue?

I'd never noticed.

Because we legislators voted to behead Louis XVI.

The red next to our neck is the sign

that we shed the king's blood.

You get it? Always beware of legislators!

See you soon.

- Did you have a good day? - Yeah.

- Don't ride like a jerk. - Chill, sister.

I'm breaking it in.

- Chill. - No fooling!

- You killed me. - Right, sister, always complaining!

Once you've learnt to ride, then you can start complaining.

Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?

- What, "sister"? - Yeah.

- Why? - Because I don't like it.

I don't like you calling me that.

It puts a weird distance between us.

- You want less distance between us? - Stop it!

- Is that what I was saying? - I'm right!

You're such a smartass!

- A glass of milk? - Yes, please, Auntie.

Don't worry.

It's really good. Here, taste it.

Want some chicken?

Is this your plate?

I'll serve you, don't worry.

Hello.

You have to eat, children.

Okay, Mom?

- Okay? - Yeah, I'm good.

Eat something.

Here's your plate.

This is our life here.

Want some chicken?

You want more chicken?

I don't want to stay here any longer.

I have to leave, I can't bear it anymore.

I've put in a request for an apartment at Victor Hugo.

That's not our 'hood.

I asked the black guy at the town hall. The fat ugly one.

- The deputy mayor? - The ugly one.

- That idiot? - That good for nothing.

I asked him because he's real black and he's real big.

We can't do anything, I have to trust him.

If you see him, put in a word.

Of course we bid welcome to these families from Syria.

But my opposition colleagues and I would like to know

why your predecessor only selected Christian families

to settle in our town.

We welcome families who have obtained official refugee status,

recommended by humanitarian organizations.

Leaving outside any from Africa,

and selecting according to faith.

Selective immigration!

If the goal is to all live together,

which everyone talks about all the time,

then,

yes,

maybe some criteria and conditions

may make it easier to welcome certain foreigners.

I'm not in anyone's way?

Thank you.

There are presents for you.

Hello. Excuse me.

Hello, Mr. Mayor. I'm Haby Keita,

an intern in archives,

and president of an association that finds people housing.

- Yes, I know, we've met before. - Exactly.

I live in Grand-Bosquet, so I know about the plans to replace the projects.

But I see they've totally changed.

And we weren't informed.

The new housing won't have the capacity for large families.

The town is doing its best to renovate that neighborhood.

No, it's not.

For all town-planning questions, see Mr. Roger Roche, my deputy.

Talk directly to him. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hello.

I'm Tania.

Haby.

I not speak well French.

Okay?

How are you?

- Hi, Fatou. You okay? - How are you?

- And you? - Whassup?

- That smells good. - As always.

Look what I made for you.

Braised lamb.

- Where you been? - Did Mom order some chicken?

- See you later. - See you, honey.

Haby.

Okay? Sit down here for a second.

Come on.

Let's talk.

You know my son?

Sit down, don't stay standing.

Sit down.

It's good, the work you do in the 'hood.

Everyone likes you.

I need people like you in my team, people who can get things done.

You know what?

Next week we're voting on the budgets for the associations.

I'd love to give you my support in an even friendlier way.

Okay?

Why are you trying to screw us?

I saw the plans for the new buildings.

There's nothing for large families. Wasn't the plan to rehouse everyone?

Yes. But I don't know what plans you saw.

There could still be some changes.

Yeah, I've got no problem with that.

But how will you house big families in two-bedroom apartments?

Isn't that a specialty of some people?

Filling an apartment intended for a normal family

with fifteen cousins and aunts from the old country?

Haby, why bother rebuilding an entire neighborhood,

just to end up with exactly the same problems? Explain it to me.

What problems are they, exactly?

Housing problems?

Those buildings are like ten-story favelas!

Are we talking health problems?

Schooling? Insecurity? Women's rights? What?

We're talking about troublemakers.

We can't make room here for all the world's misery.

We have the region's largest percentage of foreigners, and record crime.

- Haven't you noticed? - I must have missed an episode!

Not just one!

Didn't your folks come from Africa with nothing?

Yes, they did.

But, unlike some, they didn't live on handouts.

They worked hard to make their way in this society.

That's the problem with you who don't love France. Especially the youngsters.

You may not like it here,

but you like even less your shithole countries with no electricity.

I can't deny...

you must have worked hard to be the mayor's bitch.

My offer still stands.

Come work with me.

We complement each other.

And I'll help push through your mother's request.

She put in a request for an apartment.

I'll find her somewhere nice.

She shouldn't end up on the street because her daughter...

starts talking nonsense to everyone

about some apartments being too small or too big, right?

- Good morning, Françoise. - Good morning, Doctor.

There are quite a few people here without an appointment.

They're not usual patients of the center.

I told them to find another pediatrician.

- I don't think they're here for that. - Get them to leave.

I've already told them. They won't leave.

Good morning.

As you can see, this is a pediatric center.

If you're here without a child, you're in the wrong place.

So I'm asking you to leave, please.

- Mr. Mayor, please! - Thank you.

Pierre?

This thing about selective immigration, for example.

That makes you look like the bad guy.

It fits the caricature of the young reactionary

that we don't need.

Mr. Mayor, please, can I have a moment?

Let me explain, please.

I'm on the phone.

I like the bit about the heart's judgment,

it's powerful and moving.

- Please... - Sorry, just a moment.

I'm talking on the phone, Sir. Okay?

Look, the town hall has refused me a permit to extend my garage.

But you have to be careful. Sincerity can come back to bite you.

Listen to me!

Why won't you listen?

I won't keep you any longer. We have every faith in you, but...

don't make any waves.

- I'll be careful. - Great!

Mr. Mayor...

Goodnight.

Sir, couldn't you see I was on the phone?

I'm tired, I've had a hard day.

I'm tired too of chasing after all this damn paperwork!

That's enough! This is neither the time nor the place to discuss this.

You fucking with me?

I've been chasing this paperwork for ten years!

No one voted for you!

Go on, get outta here!

Fuck!

Moron!

Bye.

- Sorry, I got held up by a moron. - Yeah?

- What did he want? - Something about a building permit.

I told you.

That was bound to happen.

And Agnès tore me off a strip.

- Why? - I don't know.

The party isn't happy.

Apparently, I sound too "reactionary".

One of the opposition councilors tried to catch me out.

Look, Pierre...

it won't be easy, but can I ask one thing of you?

Leave all those problems at our front door.

Or you'll be impossible to live with.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

- Did you talk to Sophoune? - Yeah.

I asked her to fix snacks for the game.

That's a great idea!

That's good.

Giroud will score, I can just sense it.

Without Benzema, it's not the same team anymore.

They seem freed up.

You see those kids?

- What are they doing? - Playing, it looks like.

Among all that trash?

But if you're driving this way...

Are there areas we can't drive anymore?

Sorry, but I'm driving home!

- Fuck! - What the hell!

They're crazy!

- Stop, bawl them out! - No! Are you serious?

- It's dangerous. - You're not stopping?

I'm calling the police.

I don't believe it!

- You want more stuff thrown at us? - You're scared of them?

There's a strike. A driver was attacked.

I'm going to Grand-Bosquet. Anyone want a ride?

- Yes. - Hop on, then.

I'm going by the town hall.

Have you settled into your apartment?

- Yes, very well. - That's good.

If there's anything you need, just come and ask us.

Thank you very much.

And if we can be of help,

please tell us too.

Thanks, I'll be sure to.

- Providing a taxi service, Dad? - Well, if I can help...

See you this evening.

- You okay? - Yeah, and you, Haby?

Hello.

Hi. How are you?

- And you? - Yeah, I'm good.

- You know each other? - Yeah, she's a neighbor.

I'll pick you up later.

I'm doing a course

in civic records.

Good evening.

Welcome.

No, thank you. No.

Without sugar.

You should tell your father to come and take...

French lessons with us.

Me already tell him.

He...

think stay not a lot in the France.

And he think...

the war in Syria

going to finish

near.

Yes, yes. That the war will finish soon.

Yes.

- Here. - Thank you.

Shit!

She's a bit shocked.

Is it because of us?

What's it to do with us?

You know we're lucky to have come to France?

It's not how I imagined France at all.

They're all foreigners here, people from elsewhere.

French people don't live here, my girl.

We've talked to the youngsters we know.

No one saw a thing, but they're all singing the same tune.

The welcoming party

for the Syrians annoyed those who never had one.

Is it any reason to trash my wife's car?

It's provocation, Pierre.

That's all.

We can't let this go unpunished.

All right?

Can we get together to plan something?

Goodnight.

He's going to make some friends!

What an asshole, our mayor! It's incredible.

- Let's go eat. - Seriously!

Gentlemen!

By local decree we are now evacuating this area.

This is a result of the detection of ground pollution

caused by car batteries, motor oil,

and other noxious materials presenting a danger to inhabitants.

Like these rusty cars and the scrap metal...

Please, we'll tidy up.

We'll do it right now.

Just give us a little time.

Sir, the order has been ratified.

We will now clear this illegal dump.

You also have a police summons.

No, this isn't right.

We're working here. It's not an illegal dump, as you say.

That's the other charge: undeclared work.

Here.

Illegal work, if you prefer.

It's our livelihood.

Sir, please. We're going to do this calmly.

Sir, please, please...

Stop it!

What's going on here?

Okay, let's calm down. Tell him to turn that off.

Dad, tell him.

Put it down.

It's okay, he's turned it off.

Okay, everyone's calm.

No need to play at cowboys.

What you doing to my dad?

Get down!

On the ground!

Stop it!

Blaz!

Let my dad go!

Dad! Let him go! Dad!

Shut your mouth!

Pierre, it's done. They cleared them out.

And they arrested a few.

Why does it always end up like that? It's crazy.

It's the national sport here.

- I'll call you with any developments. - Take care.

Okay, no problem.

You okay, Uncle?

- You okay? - Haby.

Where's Blaz?

He's in custody.

- For how long? - 48 hours, they said.

What?

He was just protecting you.

What do you expect?

It'll be okay. It'll be okay, Haby.

He had a hard time.

- They beat him? - Badly.

Because he was shouting the loudest.

Uncle, you okay?

That was bad.

- Give me your laces. - I can't manage them.

- I'll help you. - We'll do it at home.

Was what happened on the parking lot your idea?

Why?

To punish them for what was done to my car?

They shouldn't be there.

So you're playing at cowboys now?

Cowboys don't uphold the law.

And I'm not playing.

Want a cocktail?

I'm on herbal tea.

One of the riot police charged me with obstruction.

The bastard will get a tidy 300 euros.

- Three hundred? - And he fucked up my arm!

"A new beginning for the projects."

"Live better together."

More like "live crammed in together"!

- What are you doing? - Slamming their shitty plans.

- Don't worry about it. - What are you doing?

Don't worry about it.

You're nuts!

Stop it, Blaz, that's enough.

That's enough, stop it!

Don't worry. Stand back.

It's ridiculous, voting for a decree that'll get withdrawn two weeks later.

It's pointless.

Yes, we'll have to step back, but that's the point,

showing that this government is blocking reforms wanted by the citizens.

We're taking a risk.

Maybe it's worth it.

I'll pass it upstairs,

and get back asap with an answer.

Agnès, it's a dumb idea.

Especially after what we did,

picking on old guys fixing up cars.

Now it's the youngsters? You know what we'll look like?

Haters with no authority.

- That's what! - Roger.

That's how the opposition already caricatures us.

It's time we took initiatives, it's time we led.

And I totally stand by our actions

in ridding the parking lot of those people and that unsightly mess.

There are laws, and a police force to enforce them. Right?

Dura lex, sed lex.

It's Latin. "The law is harsh, but it's the law."

What are you playing at, Pierre?

Trying to make a name for yourself?

Making a play to be the minister of health?

I'd have no time for my medical practice.

Is that more important?

Maybe not, but it's what I do best.

Mr. Mayor!

Are you well?

- Yes, and you? - I'm fine, thanks.

- Not too cold? - No.

- Can I have a quick word? - Of course.

It's about my Christmas bonus.

- What's the problem? - My son wants the new Nintendo.

- I didn't say there's no Santa. - Of course.

- You can't say that! - You'll get it.

- You can be sure of that. - Okay.

- Everything okay with you? - Fine.

- And your singing? - Yeah, not bad.

- An album soon? - Insha'Allah.

- I hope so. - Thank you.

- I'll be going. - I'm counting on you, Mr. Mayor.

- Well done, with all this! - Thank you.

Following the vote,

the anti-gang decree has been passed.

The aim of this measure is to reduce juvenile crime.

It is illegal for youngsters aged from 15 to 18

to congregate in groups of three or more in the center of Montvilliers.

There is also a ban...

There is also...

There is also a strict ban on any unaccompanied youngster

being out between 8 p.m. and 5 a.m.

It's discriminatory!

You're declaring war on youngsters!

As simple as that. It makes no sense!

This measure isn't against youngsters.

On the contrary, it is for their own safety.

Please!

Please!

Let the mayor finish, then you can make your comments.

Anyway, it's voted now. You can leave your comments on our website.

First, second, third generation!

Being young

is not a crime!

This curfew is unacceptable!

We haven't seen such measures since the Algerian War!

- Come on, let's join them. - What's the point?

To stand up and fight, to show that we're here too.

You call that "fighting"?

Is that "by any means necessary"?

It's cute, but pointless.

Whatever we do, we'll always be scum to them.

- Politics isn't for us. - Oh, yeah?

So why did you burn that poster?

- Wasn't that political? - No.

I just enjoyed doing it.

It was pointless, but it felt good.

You can't be only angry all the time. You can't.

If we're sick of the same people in charge,

it's up to us to act,

to show that we exist and are capable of running our own town.

Anyone from our background in politics is just out for himself.

Like that pig Roger!

And what do you do about it, apart from complaining 24/7? Tell me!

You really think that will change anything?

You just lug car exhausts around.

Does your association do any good?

- Who do you help? - I help people! I dare!

- You dare to do what? - You're a two-bit Malcolm X!

Go join your street party! Are you a wise old woman now?

- Mrs. President? Go on, then! - Yes, I'm going.

- Go, then! - No one tells me what to do!

Yeah, right!

First, second, third generation!

Being young is not a crime!

15 euros and 33 cents.

Hand it over.

That's enough, goodnight.

I think something's happening.

Get ready, helmets on.

Wait here.

Excuse me.

By municipal decree,

youngsters are not allowed to gather together after 8 p.m.

It is now 5 minutes after 8 o'clock.

I order you to go home immediately.

I'd ask you to read the decree more carefully.

Article 2 says that minors can go outside after 8 p.m.

if accompanied by adults.

- Where are you going? - For a walk. Isn't that obvious?

Wait here.

There's nothing illegal about it if there are adults with them.

We're not seeing the same thing.

I see a gathering without prefectural authorization.

I see agitators and troublemakers, ready to cause a public disturbance.

So clear them out. Do it!

I'm asking you to disperse, please.

You have no authorization for this assembly.

Why?

Is there a new lockdown? We need a special reason to go outside?

Miss, there are rules about organizing public gatherings.

That's all, it's the law.

Exactly. We've put forward a candidate for the upcoming municipal elections.

This is our candidate, Haby Keita, our future mayor.

This is my first meeting.

And I have the right to speak to the voters,

and denounce this law that locks people up at home

like lepers!

Haby! Haby!

Did you know she's standing?

150 for Wednesday, that's doable.

You think so?

It's a lot of work.

- Your face'll be everywhere. - For real!

- Are you ready for it? - You bet I am!

We don't have the same finances, we can't pay for posters.

But artists' collectives are offering us posters,

and doing frescoes, like behind me.

For the election. Are you registered? I'm counting on you guys!

It's important.

You've become the main opponent of Mayor Pierre Forges.

The interim mayor.

He wasn't elected, and he may never be.

What the fuck? What you doing?

What you talking about?

Let go of me!

I'm counting on you guys. A vote is power.

- Strength and honor! - Thanks. Can you hand these out?

I'm counting on you. It's important.

Thanks, Yamina.

All together!

Three, two, one...

zero!

Stick out your tongue.

Open wider.

Your health card, please.

Here.

Hot chestnuts!

For putting little chocolates in.

Or candy.

- That's charming. - Thank you.

I'm bringing a bit of romanticism to the town.

My wife says I have a romantic vision of politics.

- She may be right. - Perhaps I should get a stall too.

That's tip-top!

You look fantastic.

VOTE FOR HABY

It's clearly not through conflict

that we'll ease the tension in our town.

How would you define yourself?

A Frenchwoman of today.

DEFEATIST NO MORE

Is that okay?

- Do we need more? - Yes, a bit.

Yeah, there's room.

That looks cool, the pearly one.

I'll put another one here.

Is it haram to celebrate Christmas?

Who told you that?

Adem said Muslims shouldn't do it.

- Why shouldn't we celebrate Christmas? - I don't know.

It's just a commercial holiday.

You know what that means?

A holiday that everyone can have?

No, it's just to make money.

In fact, it's not really a religious holiday anymore.

You have a nice time with your family,

you decorate the tree... Don't you like doing that?

Yes.

And when your teacher asks what you got for Christmas, you can tell her.

What presents will we get?

- What have you asked for? - An electric scooter.

I want books.

Books? You should model yourself on her. Books rather than a scooter.

An electric scooter's good.

I want a trip to the Maldives.

Yeah, a trip to the Maldives!

You think Santa's that rich?

- Who's that? - I don't know.

- Carry on with the baubles. - Okay.

Here.

Hello. Mrs. Aïssata Keita, is that here?

Yes, that's my mother.

I have a registered letter for her.

- Can you take it? - Yes.

Just sign there, please.

There. While I'm here,

the Maïga, Dembélé, and Diarra families...

do you know them?

Yes, they're at work.

- Can you take their letters? - Yes, if you want.

Three of them.

There you are. Thank you, have a nice day.

Thank you. You too, bye.

Is the mayor in?

You need an appointment.

Wait, you can't go up!

Miss!

Come back!

The town hall is offering 15,000 euros per apartment? Are you for real?

- I'll call you back. - They're worth at least 100!

Is this any way to behave? Who let you in?

Get out of my office now.

You're offering 15,000 to families who've been paying for 20 years!

At crazy interest rates too!

Those apartments are worthless.

The town is buying them in order to renovate them.

Taxpayers are paying for you again.

Cut it out, will you!

You've let the neighborhood run down, year after year, on purpose!

All this bullshit about renovations? Admit it, it's just to get rid of us!

Have you finished?

Get out or I'll call the police.

That's how you use the police, huh? To shut up people who are angry.

You can't help yourself, can you?

To get what you want it's either insults or a sob story.

It doesn't work with me.

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are? This is France!

- You and I have the same rights. - Exactly! The same rights and duties!

So respect the institutions of the republic!

This isn't just anywhere, it's the town hall!

So get out now!

- Hello. - Is Ms. Haby Keita here?

Can I see your mommy?

The police are here.

- Hello, Ma'am. - Hello.

- Is your daughter Haby here? - No, what's it about?

She's to report to the precinct before tomorrow.

- What has she done? - We just have a few questions for her.

Don't worry.

Here. Just tell her to come see us.

SUMMONS

- I got your groceries. - I'm over here.

Did you get everything?

Have you eaten?

More or less.

It's always "more or less" with you!

She's at the back.

I'll get back to my cooking.

- Thanks. - No problem.

The cops were at your mom's.

Shit!

I hate putting her through that.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm not.

Fatou really piles it up!

It is good, though.

You'll never finish it.

Yes, I will.

I'm eating like a president.

- But it's you who's standing for office. - You're a pain!

Fatou!

Blaz!

Fatou, open the door!

- Call the fire department! - Fatou's in there!

Go down, there's a fire!

Get outside, get outside!

There's a fire, get outside!

Come on, come on!

Fire!

That's it, 7 Rue Picasso!

What about Fatou?

Where is she?

Where is she?

- She was in the restaurant and... - What do you mean?

I'm calling her, she's not answering.

Did you hear or notice anything suspicious or out of the ordinary?

It's not right.

- For it just to happen like that. - What do you mean?

It's not the first time an illegal restaurant has caught fire.

It's totally irresponsible to cook like that in an apartment.

We'll do all we can to work out what happened.

How is she?

She's in intensive care.

Go ahead.

We can't kick people out like that.

We have to wait for the expert's report.

It's an emergency evacuation.

No, no! A building doesn't just collapse like that.

We can strengthen the weak points.

It's beyond patching up. There are cracks.

As the mayor, I'm responsible for their safety.

I can't let this building collapse with people in it.

You don't even know these people!

If we kick them out, I'll get the blame for it!

Why are we arguing? The building is unsteady.

Isn't it inhuman not to want to save their lives?

Fuck!

Excuse me.

Roger,

this is a golden opportunity.

You get it?

We've tried for years to evict these people.

We can avoid years of endless court cases.

And we won't have to buy these wretched apartments.

Who'd dare to sue us for trying to save lives?

Can I count on you?

Are we together?

They're still operating.

- Can I see her today? - No, that's impossible in the ICU.

And she'll be kept in an artificial coma.

You should go home.

Close ranks!

Let's go!

Go!

Evacuation, Ma'am, hurry up.

Police, open up!

What the hell's going on?

You have five minutes to gather your things.

You trying to bust my door?

Hello, Sir.

We have an evacuation order.

Take necessities and leave your apartment.

What you talking about? I'm not...

- What's going on? - What do you want?

Here's the order.

- What did they say? - Shut up!

Shut up, with them banging at the door?

Sir, social services are here.

- What's going on? - Here, read it.

Tell them there was a fire here,

it weakened the structure, and it's too dangerous to stay.

Mom, I can't find my plushy.

- Your plushy? - What plushy?

Go look for it.

Help her find her plushy.

This'll kill my birds.

Careful on the stairs!

They're sensitive.

- Calm down, Sir. - Yeah, but my birds are sensitive.

We never asked for this.

There are police everywhere.

Leave me alone! You're wearing us out!

The police are all over the building.

I'm five minutes away, but I don't understand.

Move along or stand aside!

You're busting our balls!

No, Sir!

Sir, you can't take that. Leave the fridge here.

Just easily transportable things.

I've got five years to pay on it. I'm taking the fridge.

- You can't do this to us. - And you're blocking the way!

Fucking skis!

Let people get past.

Hey! Let me through!

Shit!

I'll help.

We're going downstairs.

- We're going down. - Where?

We're leaving.

Don't worry, Mom, we'll go nice and gently.

- Where are we going? - Downstairs.

Give me her machine and the drip.

And throw the mattress out the window.

Help me to the door.

Come back and help.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Come here.

Careful.

- Put it down. - Open the window.

Come on, lift it and rest it.

It's coming down!

Watch out below!

One, two, three...

- Son of a bitch! - Sorry.

- How's it looking? - It's coming along.

- Hurry up, girls. - My calculator.

- Do you want this photo? - Yes.

Here, Haby.

You'd better take your plushies.

- Clothes are more important. - Just these.

- Three. - That's too many.

- Whose is this? - Your pajamas?

Yes.

Who put all this in? What you gonna do with that?

Play.

Go on!

Lady, do you understand? No one goes back inside.

I've heard enough about your plushy!

We're freezing to death and you're talking about your plushy!

Where's he going?

Here, fold this.

They give no warning,

they just turn up and say: "Pack your things."

- Where will we live? - A hotel in Melun.

- Can't you zip it up? - This really is too much.

- Haby, help me, I can't zip it up. - He can't do it.

I can't find my papers.

- Have you looked over there? - There? No.

Can you have a look, please?

I've had enough of this.

How many of you are in here? Hurry up!

What are you doing?

- Who said you could come in? - Calm down.

- Why are you shouting? - Ma'am, calm down.

We'll give you five minutes to get your stuff ready.

It's heartless!

We've lived here for years, you can't just kick us out.

- Are we leaving the tree? - What's going on?

Are you serious? I told you to pack carefully!

And why do you need all these cars?

Come on, guys!

My toys!

They broke my toys.

Pick them up.

No one can go inside now.

Our friend is all alone with four little ones.

We have to help them.

This is an emergency operation, the building could collapse.

First it was a decree keeping us inside, and now it's this?

No one can go back inside.

You really enjoy busting our balls, huh?

We're evacuating the building.

You'll find your families.

We have to help them bring their things down.

Get back, get back!

It's all right, we're here, stop it!

Blaz, stop it!

There's no point. It's a shitty enough situation as it is.

What's the point?

What's that? Where you been?

Got your plushy? Happy now?

Good, good...

Did we really have to do this on a day like today?

We had no choice.

If you say so.

Gentlemen, can we move out?

Hey, what are you doing?

That's not garbage!

These are people's things. They'll be back for them.

You can't do that. These things are their lives.

Don't touch those things, get back!

Yeah, what?

- Tell her to calm down. - You need to calm down.

Aren't you sick of treating us like shit?

Humiliating us? You wanna teargas us too?

- Get outta here, assholes! - What you doing?

Get back, don't touch that stuff!

Yeah, right, "don't touch"!

- What did we say? Don't touch! - What you gonna do?

- Put the teargas away. - Calm down.

- What you gonna do? - Calm down.

- I'm watching you. - Thanks, guys.

That's it, get outta here!

Instead of busting our balls.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

I'm not moving from here.

Not until everyone has come to get their things.

I'm staying here.

Doesn't it piss you off, having to sit here like bums?

Of course it does.

But this is our way of showing we're stronger than them.

You're the best!

Wanna burn the neighborhood down?

Leave us alone, assholes!

- Fuck! - Take her in for insulting behavior!

You, get outta here or we'll take you in too!

Do you always have to stir it up?

My mom taught me to talk, why should I keep quiet?

I'm not locking you up.

- You can go home. - I don't have a home, remember.

Don't stay out on the street.

Stay with friends, family...

or my colleagues will just pick you up again.

Do you live in Montvilliers?

Yes.

I'm going to be your mayor.

Why not?

Go home.

My fucking ride!

Do we know who did it?

There's a camera, but with the snow you can't tell.

Sorry about your car.

Do you want a ride?

It's your fault.

I'm paying for your evacuation.

Some in the 'hood will never forgive me, that's a given.

Would you like a drink?

Pierre, when are you gonna loosen up?

Sorry, Roger.

Come back with me, we'll have a drink.

A quick one, then. I'll be able to play Santa for your kids.

No offense, but they'll be confused!

Okay.

It's so heavy!

Dad, can you help?

Yes.

Jeanne, Antoine!

Put them like that.

Here they are.

That looks great!

- Where's the mayor? - What does he want?

- Where's that motherfucker? - Please leave.

I'm not leaving.

- You stay there, it's not your fight. - Get out, I said!

Where is he?

- He's not here. - What do you mean?

He's not here, he...

- Please. - Please what?

Please what?

- I'm calling the police. - No, you're not!

You're not calling anyone!

Do you know how it feels

to be evicted on fucking Christmas Eve?

Do you know?

- No, you don't. - I don't understand.

You don't know what it's like!

No, I don't know.

You don't know.

Is that human?

We got nothing left.

Shut up!

I'm gonna burn it all down. Fucking turkey!

Stop it!

Shut up!

Stay where you are!

- Stay there! - What are you saying?

I don't understand!

Shut your fucking mouth!

I'll burn it down and we'll be quits.

Don't you move!

You'll see what it's like to lose everything!

To lose everything!

Fuck!

No one's getting any fucking presents!

No fucking presents for anyone!

No Christmas for anyone!

Dad, watch the children.

What are you going to do?

Get off me!

It's okay, it's over.

Please stop.

What do you want?

Shut your mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth!

Shut your mouth.

What you doing here?

- And you? - What are you doing at my house?

- Fucking traitor! - What?

Cut it out. What are you doing here?

- What are you doing? - What have you done?

Nathalie!

You're throwing your life away, Blaz.

My fucking leg! He's bust my leg!

Shut your mouth.

- Sir, we can sort this out. - Stop it.

- You see what happens? - We can sort this out. Please!

When you take everything from people and keep humiliating them.

I'm sorry! I didn't do anything, I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna torch your house. - My children!

- Leave the children alone! - What?

Why did you mention your children?

What did you imagine?

That I came here to kill?

You think I'm a killer, seriously?

I came to torch your house!

To ruin your Christmas like you've ruined our lives.

This is insane!

- Shut up! - Stop it!

Don't hurt me. Please!

I'm like you. It wasn't me, it was Pierre.

- You fucking weasel! - It was Pierre, not me!

Shut your mouth, you fat pig!

Everybody out!

I said get out!

- Go on. - Out, you too!

Kids, kids!

Out!

Get a move on!

You'll see what it's like to end up on the street with nothing.

Blaz!

What are you doing?

Fuck them all!

I know, I know.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it.

It's okay.

Look at me. Come with me, please.

Come on, please.

Come with me.

Blaz.

It's all over.

It's over now.

It's over, it's over.