It's never your problem.
When there's trouble, you're gone.
- Of course, you're right. - Aren't I?
Why don't you grow up and stop letting others decide for you?
And you never run away?
Eh? What about your son?
Your needle's stuck!
What are you getting at?
What if I was expecting a child?
What are you saying?
I'm pregnant.
What if I was pregnant?
- Is this a joke? - No, it's not a joke.
I aborted while you were away.
Did you?
You decide.
Is there a problem?
What is this?
Do you expect me to take you seriously?
No, I don't.
Have you ever made someone happy?
Tell me.
Is there a single person you have made happy?
No.
Didn't you want some rice?
... ls that setting a good example?
What's Salimata going to think?
Later on, what will the children think?
Answer me.
- But there was a group of them. - Nonsense!
- The teacher said... - She can say what she wants.
You'd rather believe a white shrew than your own son?
The mother who told the teacher caught her son red-handed.
And the teacher said?
She raises him single-handed. She can't cope.
I check his pockets every morning.
- I'm talking to my son. - And I'm talking to you!
I won't be silenced because I'm sick.
What's the teacher say?
The woman caught her son smoking weed.
He gave 3 names, including Demba.
And as the only black kid, he's the guilty one.
Quiet!
He'll end up in jail, too.
Wash your mouth out! Amadou is innocent.
Look how they all follow his example.
He hangs out with white girls
instead of looking out for his brother.
As for your daughter,
look at her, with her yellow crew cut!
Demba, answer me truthfully.
What have I done to you?
Be quiet!
I can't hear myself think.
Demba, I want to believe you,
but if you lie to me,
you'll regret it all your life!
Well?
It was Fran ois.
He took my jacket in the school yard.
Who is Fran ois?
He's the kid whose mother went to see the teacher.
He said he'd give my jacket back
if I gave him 100 francs.
I said I didn't have that much,
but he just laughed.
He threw my jacket down
and trampled on it.
He said
I was lucky he didn't ask for 200
and if I didn't bring him 100 francs,
the next day,
I wouldn't recognize my jacket.
He said I'd just have to steal the money from home.
He still has my jacket.
Meaning?
I didn't give him the cash.
That's why he was angry
and fingered me.
Is that the truth?
...lf you desire the spleen
and will laugh yourselves into stitches, follow me.
That gull Malvolio
has come to court my lady
in yellow stockings,
cross-gartered
most villainously!
I have dogged him like his murderer.
He obeys every point of the letter.
He does smile his face
into more lines
than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies.
You never saw such a thing.
I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.
I know my lady will strike him.
If she do,
he'll smile
and take it for a great favor.
Anyone out there?
...To make a new life.
When's he coming back?
I've no idea.
I miss him.
I miss him, too. We all miss him.
He doesn't miss us.
He'll be sad all by himself.
He won't be all by himself.
There's his brother and all his family.
He'll take a new wife half my age.
Show some respect for your father!
Where is he going?
If he was here...
Very far.
What would you say if he was here?
Stop wanting to be so strong.
He'll be traveling a long time.
How?
First, by car.
Then, on a boat.
Then, by car again.
Will he ever come back?
Remember Uncle Ak, .
Did he come back? Safi's still waiting...
Papa is old, you know.
It's his home.
Where?
Africa.
Where is Africa?
- When? - 2 weeks on Monday.
Ion Fratila's wife is driving us to Halmeu,
near the border.
- How many of you? - 5 so far. You'll make it 6.
Anyone from the village?
Have a think about it.
It's a good opportunity.
Don't you think, Mama?
I'll have to talk to Dragos.
Of course.
- Do you want one? - Thanks.
I can't see Papa saying no.
I said, I'll talk to Dragos.
...Thought that he'd be married soon
and so he'd have a house ready to live in.
It took us most of spring.
Fran ois lent a hand despite him being so busy.
But no!
His lordship didn't like it.
How come Fran ois called you?
He's concerned.
Why? About me?
He should mind his own business.
He wanted to help.
That's why he's doing all this?
Because of the bulls?
He should be happy.
He'll get more for his. He needs all he can get.
Where's Jean now?
What are you asking me for?
I have no idea.
How would I know?
I'm too busy to run after him.
In any case, he's right,
there's no future here.
At least, he won't have to get up at 5 a.m.
He can laze about all he likes.
What? Isn't it the truth?
Do you lot in the city get up at 5 a.m.?
You know. You blazed the trail for him.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
It's okay.
The truth isn't like that.
Are you hungry?
No, thanks. Really.
Even after your drive?
Honestly, Papa, don't worry.
How are things? Acting going well?
I'm getting on fine.
I've just shot a thriller.
You must go and see it when it's released.
You'll have to write me with the title when it's finished.
Prettier every day. Far too good for you.
The way you're going, next time I won't recognize you.
It'll be called The Collector...
Probably.
What are you going to do?
About what?
"About what"?
- About looking for Jean? - Nothing!
It's been 6 weeks. He should know where he belongs.
He'll come back when he wants or...
Or what?
Or...
Excuse me.
I left the pump running out there.
I feel sorry for him.
That won't help him.
What are you going to do?
... And no noise! Understand? No speak!
If they find you, finito I'amore! Get it?
Okay, boss. No worry. We understand, boss.
Do business in box, okay? Nothing dirty up there.
They smell you, it's like they hear you!
Get it?
Yes, boss.
In Paris, wait for me to open up. Don't get excited.
Wait till we get to depot.
Of course, boss. We wait. Thank you.
That's all. Have a nice trip.
...Believe that little Francoise
has already entered Your kingdom.
In Your goodness, grant us
that we might one day share with her
in eternal life.
Through Jesus Christ, Amen.
...The second day, on the road from Ghurian to Herat.
They separated us. I was left in a totally dark room.
A Taliban fighter appeared every 2 hours,
silhouetted in the doorway, pointing at me.
"You French," he'd say,
before miming cutting his throat.
Absolutely charming.
After 2 days, the guy was replaced.
A new guard turned up. He had a flashlight
and asked in perfect English...
I felt so relieved.
I told him my story:
Photographer, big misunderstanding, etc...
He listened and said...
I thought he seemed reassuring, so I told it again,
slowly and more clearly.
First time round, I'd garbled half of it.
When I'd finished, he looked at me and said...
It was all he could say,
but he didn't even know what it meant.
In the end, Phil got us out
by using his contacts at CNN.
You can mention it to Francine. It'll make her laugh.
In my cell, I thought about what she said.
Don't tell her, she'll be even more unbearable.
It's easy to talk about "ecology of the image"
and "value of the non-transmitted message".
What matters is the end result.
I guess she finds it all too bothersome.
After all, she could be right.
How would knowing help her?
I don't think I'm fit for life in peace.
What you call "peace" at least.
4 days in Kabul now, waiting for something to happen.
People are polite but wary. I can hardly blame them...
... Excellent! Did your husband make it?
Yes.
You can tell. It's nothing like that gutrot.
Here, son.
Where's Lenutza?
Lenutza left 2 weeks ago
to meet her sister in Italy and work picking grapes.
She went with a big group.
Who has her card?
I've no idea.
Who has Lenutza's card?
What?
Who bought Lenutza's yellow card?
That new girl from Aliceni maybe. Mirela.
That's right. Mirela...
A few days before Lenutza left, 4 people from Aliceni arrived.
One of them bought her card.
What are you so upset about?
- Are you homesick? - No!
I wanted to sell newspapers.
What do you mean?
Before I left, I called Lenutza.
She promised me her license to sell papers.
She wanted to go home.
Can't you just apply?
I was deported a few months ago.
You'll find something.
Of course...
Sure I will.
One day, in Certeze,
I gave some money to a gypsy beggar.
She was so dirty, I ran to wash my hands,
to avoid catching a disease.
She simply disgusted me.
So?
Last winter,
on Boulevard St. Germain,
a well-dressed man was about to give me 20 francs...
But when he saw
my outstretched hand,
he threw the bill into my lap as if I nauseated him.
I rushed back here and hid myself in the attic.
I cried my eyes out all day.
It was so embarrassing. Do you see?
You can't take it.
You don't measure up.
- Say what? - I love you.
- I love you, too. - But I really love you.
- Really truly? - Really truly.
True true?
True true.
Pierrot!
Don't move!
Wait! Don't move.
What do you think you were doing?
Can't you see it's dangerous?
But there's a balloon!
If you do that again, you'll get your first ever smack!
- Do you understand? - Yes, Dad.
I feel sick.
Get out of here.
I can't let you out of my sight.
We have to move.
What?
I can't live on the 20th floor
always worrying he'll fall.
Let's stop there.
And start where?
From the top, of course.
Really?
Just winding you up.
No, the shot after all the gurgling,
when you say: "I love you, too..."
Why bother? It was fine.
Except for the plane.
What plane?
You can hear a plane fly over.
Okay, kids, let's do it!
I love you, too.
Sorry. Let's try again.
Okay, here we go!
I love you, too.
Okay, calm down.
Can we just calm down? We've lots to get through.
I'm sorry.
Down to business.
Recess is now ended.
Let's try to act grown up and get some work done.
Is it so hard to tell him "I love you"?
No, not really.
Thank you.
Here, for you.
Thank you. Beautiful car, sir.
Excuse me,
aren't you a top model?
Honestly, with your looks,
you just have to be in that line.
I'm in the biz, too.
Wouldn't guess, eh?
You wouldn't, would you?
I was at the gym.
So, miss...
Don't talk to commoners?
Didn't offend you, did I?
I wonder if you're one of these rich,
beautiful people from high society.
No?
A shy little typist, then?
Waiting for Prince Charming to race up in his Ferrari.
Is that it?
I don't get it.
How can you be so beautiful yet so arrogant?
That's not very nice!
What am I going to do by myself
in the big, bad city?
Tell me that.
What do you say? Isn't that a cheap trick?
Maybe I'm not good enough for her.
For the lady to be in the subway with the tramps,
there must be a reason.
It's the chauffeur's day off.
Yeah, that must be it.
What about you, ma'am?
What do you think?
Nothing? Is that so?
Shame! She doesn't think.
Now what will you do?
Stand me up again?
Hop off into the next car?
It's too easy...
Why? Do I smell?
Is that it?
I'm just a little Arab looking for a little affection.
Like everyone else.
Nothing doing?
Never mind.
You crazy jerk!
Who's a jerk?
Shame on you!
I'll see you around.
Don't worry.
Thank you.
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