Idon't know.
If she sends her photo, it means she wants to go further.
Send a photo of you without the chair really showing.
It doesn't have to be a telethon one
with you drooling
and looking like shit.
OK, I get the message.
This guy's not well. He's not at all well.
What?
He's a tree?
A singing tree.
That's German!
What?
It's in German.
In German.
You're a nutcase.
What a drag.
- How long does it last? - Four hours.
Fuck!
Good-looking back then.
Which one?
This one.
Or maybe this one.
Sure, there's a problem, but you look good.
Wanna try it?
I don't know.
- Wasn't it a blast talking to her? - Yes, it was.
That's all?
- A fucking blast. - So?
Put the damn photo in an envelope!
There. The very words I wanted to hear.
Gimme a cig.
Don't you ever knock?
You're painting?
- Get out. - Seriously? You're painting?
Learned to read too?
What do you want? Get lost!
Going to hit a woman?
You do that in your country?
You're whacked! Get out.
- Get out now! - I'll go when I want.
Get the hell out!
- I've decided to go now. - Get out!
Shit.
Replace that photo with the other.
Make sure to post it yourself. And be discreet.
As you wish.
Put the other photo in the trash.
I'm blowing a fuse!
HOOKERS
- What's wrong? - Your daughter!
I was painting.
You were painting?
I'm telling you,
set her straight or I'll demolish her!
- Calm down. - No, I won't calm down!
I'm your arms and legs here?
- That's right. - I want to be your hands
to give her a slap 'cause all you can do is run her down!
Aren't you overdoing it? Yvonne?
She could do with being set straight a bit.
A bit?
At 16, she dresses like a tramp!
She keeps making out with mop-head.
But that's not my problem.
What bothers me are her high and mighty airs,
the way she talks to you and me.
No respect. She treats us like dogs.
Say the word and I'll set her straight.
I get the message.
Let me talk to her.
So talk to her, and fast.
Do something. Set her straight.
He paints? What does he paint?
No idea.
Wake up.
Rise and shine.
Here we go. Power-hose time.
Respect the people I need around me.
It's intolerable.
Is that clear?
Be tougher on her!
I don't want that mop-head around.
- Give me a break. - I'm not through!
I have to run you down to get you to obey?
There, he's done it!
You painted this?
Yeah.
I love it.
I'm not saying I'd necessarily hang it
in my place, but...
What can we get for it?
We'll see.
See more or see less?
It's...
Are you nuts?
C'mon! No tongues, OK.
You're sick in the head!
I don't believe this.
Speed it up a bit.
I'm flat-out.
You're way too slow!
Twelve kilometers an hour is cool?
That's cool.
Twelve kilometers an hour is cool, right?
No faster?
- That's the top speed. - OK.
Stick to the ears.
Yes, Yvonne.
No, he can't hear. He's nowhere near me.
He can't hear me, Yvonne.
We'll be there at 8:30 sharp.
We'll push it back.
Goodbye, Yvonne.
She's stressed out?
Yes, your birthday surprise will be half an hour later.
She gets into a terrible state every year.
She invites my whole family. It all goes like clockwork.
They come to see if I'm still alive.
The annual check-up.
I pretend to be surprised.
We all make an effort,
but, to be honest, we all get bored shitless.
Excuse me...
Do you mind moving along?
Yes, I do mind.
All right.
Thank you. Move along.
Move just one seat along.
Very kind.
A suit changes a man.
You look good.
You look like Obama.
Yeah?
She's hot for me, I can tell.
Barack Obama.
Classy.
That's like comparing you...
...to George Bush...
...or Nixon.
What's up? You'll miss the concert.
Leave me alone!
Got your period?
Piss off!
What's wrong?
Elisa...
- Leave me be! - What did you take?
What did you do?
Where's this from?
Yvonne's purse.
Imodium?
What was this for?
To kill yourself?
You won't shit for months now!
Leave me alone.
Hold on...
You took Tylenol too? You're dying.
This is bad!
Shall I call an ambulance?
Why did you do it?
Because of Bastien.
What about him?
He dumped me, he doesn't give a shit.
He even called me a slut.
That's bad.
It'd suit everyone if I died.
Stop talking crap. Come downstairs.
Go to see him for me. Talk to him.
Who?
Bastien. I'll pay you.
Pay me? Are you out of your mind?
Spare me this childish shit.
Please!
I talk to Bastien and you pay me.
Who do you think I am?
Driss, please!
How much?
Jerk.
It has style. There's a certain touch.
But 11,000 for an unknown artist...
But if I say no and the value triples, I'll regret it
and you'll say, "l told you so."
He has a show in London?
And Berlin soon.
Berlin too.
I don't know.
Eleven thousand euros is quite a sum.
Come on, fill me in here.
Is she with someone?
All right. Yes. Fred.
Fred?
They've been together two years...
...but with ups and downs.
Things are often tense.
They're pretty rocky now.
Maybe because of me?
- Has she mentioned me? - No.
Of course. A little.
Fuck! She's hot for me.
You're bullshitting me?
- No. - Bullshit away!
I'll bed Magalie one day.
Hope keeps us going.
Easy on those if you have stomach trouble.
I'm no doctor,
but lmodium means there's a problem.
Excuse me.
Can I ask a favor of you?
One more piece just for me?
No, we were cool.
Vivaldi's Four Seasons:
"L'Estate."
You'll like this.
Shit.
Come on, don't tell me you feel nothing.
Not a thing. It doesn't do a thing for me.
Music's something you dance to.
Let's try something else.
I know that one.
That's an ad.
For coffee.
Oyez, by mandate,
I'm expected at the chateau...
...to bring the minstrels there.
I'm a good knight.
That one's fishy.
I see people without clothes.
They're running. I see them running naked.
And giggling.
All right.
Bach was hot.
Women went for him. The Barry White of his day.
I know this one!
I know it. Everyone knows it.
Sure!
"This is the Paris Benefit Office.
All our lines are currently busy.
Waiting time: two years."
"Tom and Jerry," right?
"Tom and Jerry."
What a jerk.
Someone help me. A masterpiece.
OK, after your classics,
Iet's listen to mine.
Earth, Wind & Fire.
It's a killer.
Something else, huh?
Definitely something else.
Call my name, I won't answer.
- Driss! - I'm not answering.
Here we go.
It's a birthday party!
Let's dance! Come on, move!
It's his birthday!
Yeah, Yvonne.
Ace, Albert.
Spin! Spin!
All right.
Time for my little gift.
I didn't want to spoil things
if she turned out to be ugly. You never know.
She answered anyhow.
Good night.
I'll open it. You'll take ages.
Well?
- She's not a troll. - Really?
Shit.
The only one in Dunkirk with all her teeth!
There's a note too.
"I'll be in Paris next week.
I'll be expecting your call." And three dots!
Meaning what?
- Any idea? - It's a good sign?
You bet. She wants nooky.
Three dots. One, two and three dots.
"She wants nooky."
I'm getting nooky.
It's looking good.
How can I sleep now?
You'll manage.
I'll put her here.
She'll watch you sleep.
Good night, Philippe.
Sweet dreams.
Try the cap again.
Not bad.
No way! He looks like a farmer.
- Go for traditional. - That's what I said.
- How's this? - No good. Too traditional.
Forget the caps and hats, find something.
Traditional or trendy?
That's it.
This works.
The angler look?
We're off to Dunkirk.
I'll go with Yvonne. We'll be fine.
You sure?
Yes, I'll manage.
Fine.
I'm a bit stressed out.
It doesn't show. You look great.
4ac minus b2.
- Minus b2? - Yeah.
I got 20 instead.
Come here, you.
Take a hike, Justin Bieber.
Recognize me, Bastien?
Yeah. What's up?
You said a bad thing to Elisa.
- I said nothing. - Shut up!
Act like a man and apologize.
OK, I'm sorry.
Hands off.
- Not to me, to her. - Right.
Bring her croissants each day.
- Plain or chocolate? - What?
Plain or chocolate?
Whatever.
Just do it right.
You're nice to her.
Now piss off.
Go on, get lost.
And try using a barrette!
What time is it?
It's 4:45.
Let's take the cap off.
Good idea.
Now what time is it?
Forty-six or 47. Time doesn't move very fast.
I'd like a whisky.
Another.
Is that a good idea?
A double!
Waiter, a double whisky, please.
Driss?
Am I disturbing you?
I'm at the gym. Well?
Do you feel like getting away?
No questions asked?
No questions, no.
- You want to split? - Exactly.
And go where?
T o breathe a little.
Breathe a little?
I'll shower and be right there.
We're leaving. The cap...
It's only just six...
We're leaving!
Good evening.
Give him some champagne to help him relax.
I'm not tense.
- You're not? - No.
It's just us?
No other people on board?
Just us?
I don't like this.
Why not?
I don't know.
Because you seem kind of jinxed.
The accident, the wheelchair,
your wife...
Sounds like the Kennedys.
Miss?
Could we have the package please?
Thank you.
Why?
What the hell?
Your value on the art market. I managed to get 11,000 euros.
Keep at it. You have talent.
That's a great deal. I sensed something.
It all came about instinctively.
With the music playing, it made for a really good blend.
It was a sort of revelation, like I saw the light.
Don't get carried away.
Eleven thousand for my first painting!
What was that?
Just a hole in the fuselage.
We won't make it.
Tell me what's up!
- Glad to have known you. - Not funny.
I know you're used to tragedy, but I'm not.
You gotta be nuts to do that.
A little.
I have to say something.
You're a total headcase.
Really?
Now get Driss ready.
Sure. No way I'm doing that.
I'll be over there taking photos.
"Get Driss ready!"
How will you take photos?
Laugh. I'm not doing it.
Holy shit.
I'm not going.
- Hold on. - How do I get this off?
I don't have to do it.
I'm not doing this!
I lost my fucking shoe!
My shoe's down there.
Motherfucker! We're heading up!
What the fuck!
- What's going on? - Hey, Driss.
Relax, pal.
I'm relaxed, but I want to be down there.
Fucking hell!
I'm having a blast!
Where do you find an invalid?
- I don't know. - Where you leave him.
That's a good one.
Bastard.
Someone for you, Driss.
What are you doing here?
I should ask you that. You kept this quiet.
How did you know?
Benefit sent this, with the address.
What's that?
Forget it.
- What happened? - I fell off a scooter.
You fell off a scooter?
Get up.
You fell... Come here.
Shit!
You sleep here?
- So what happened? - Nothing.
Come on, tell me.
Not your problem.
You're here, it's my problem!
We got screwed. The shit's gonna hit the fan.
No fucking way!
Does the old lady know?
No, I'm handling it.
You're handling fuck all! Quit busting my balls!
Don't touch anything. Wait here!
Can I lie down?
Don't touch a thing!
OK, I get it!
Watch it, OK!
No, he's with me.
Quit crying, Mina.
It's just a scratch.
No, he's fine.
Calm down, no one's killing no one.
That's all just empty threats.
I can't take care of him. I gotta work.
No, you don't tell her about it.
Stay in your room if you want to cry.
Time for bed?
I'll stay up a while longer.
Sit down.
Sit down here.
What do you think of her?
- She looks hot. - OK. And what else?
Let's go up. I need to do something.
I imagine her standing up,
turning around and I discover her face at last.
The boy looks like you. Adama, is that right?
That's right.
I spotted him earlier.
If I passed him on the street,
I'd know he was your brother.
That's funny.
Why?
He's not my brother.
He isn't?
It's complicated.
Is he your brother or not?
OK, I get the message.
Come on, let's go.
My parents...
...aren't my parents.
They're my uncle and aunt.
They fetched me from Senegal when I was eight.
They couldn't have kids but a brother had loads.
They picked the oldest.
Me.
My name's Bakary.
That's my real name.
But other kids had that name so they called me ldriss
and that became Driss.
And afterwards?
Out of the blue, my mother... my aunt
got pregnant once and then twice.
Then my uncle died.
Other men, other kids.
Like I said, complicated.
Young Adama... doesn't he need setting straight?
He came to get you, right?
Driss...
I think we'll call it quits.
You can't be pushing an invalid for the rest of your life.
After all your hard work, you've earned your benefit.
Come on, let's go.
Right.
Bassari Bakary,
Bakary Bassari.
It's beautiful. It sounds like poetry.
Almost like alliteration. You know what alliteration is?
No.
Hello, Bastien. See you tomorrow.
We'll need a few more for brunch.
OK. Goodbye, Yvonne.
- You got my sugar puffs? - Yes.
Thank you.
- Say hi to Elisa. - See you tomorrow.
Hey, Bastien, pal, what's up?
Come here!
You're leaving then?
It's OK, I have your number. We'll stay in touch.
It won't be easy, but be strong.
Too bad, I'm getting your room. Water damage in mine.
Maybe I'll stay then.
We'll have to squeeze up.
It'll be a bit cramped. I don't live alone.
Here.
Meet Frédérique.
Hey.
All right.
What?
I get it.
So that's it. You're...
Yes.
I won't kiss you goodbye then.
I'm not against a threesome.
I'm up for it. Not now, since I have to go.
But I can come back tonight.
I have to go now.
I'm kidding.
Bye, guys.
Mr. Michel Sabourdi.
Keep it on, channel two.
You're not angry about Magalie?
No, you had me fooled.
I couldn't figure out why she kept resisting.
A goodbye kiss?
All right.
Yvonne.
Always bullshitting me.
See you.
Just a second.
We won't be needing this.
OK, bye.
Get your foot off there.
Come on.
Which bank?
Could you move your car, please? You're not allowed to park here.
There's a sign.
I'll move it.
I'll call you back.
Stop busting his balls.
We're not driving.
Matter of principle.
Wait over there for me.
What's going on?
I'm coming.
I can cancel my date if you want.
No, certainly not. Why?
Go out and have fun.
OK, Yvonne. I'm ready.
Yes, just a second.
It's all ready. You just have to serve it.
If there's a problem, call me.
You'll call me?
If you agree, I'll serve you your dinner.
Take the coat off. It's like being in a madhouse.
All right.
Got a cigarette?
No, I don't smoke.
Well, I used to.
I gave up a short while ago and, to be honest,
it would be bad for you,
even if you don't practice a sport, for your lungs, your breathing...
...and so on.
You're not eating?
Watch what you're doing!
I'm so sorry.
What is it?
You wanted a cranial massage. Here's Mr. Jacquet.
Hello, sir.
Get out. Leave me alone.
- Get out! - Is it me?
Not at all.
He got up in a bad mood. Well, got up...
"He got up..."
What a prick. Asshole.
Driss Bassari.
Your turn.
You got your license a month ago?
I'd driven before.
Mostly on private roads, tracks,
estates, parking lots. I'm a good driver.
I read your application.
You used one word to describe yourself: pragmatic.
Yes.
That's important.
There's another idea here that you forgot to mention.
Really?
Maybe you should consider reading our slogan.
That's an alexandrine.
I'm sorry?
May-be you should
con-si-der read-ing our slo-gan. Twelve feet.
It wasn't deliberate.
"ln time and on time."
And you have Dali's melting clocks for the artistic side.
Maybe, yes.
Do you like art?
Yes.
- I like Michelangelo. - Not bad.
But I prefer the other Turtles.
I'm coming!
Just a second!
Are you OK?
Get the hell out.
Some water? A compress?
Get out.
Get out!
Thanks, Bruno.
Have a good weekend.
See you on Monday.
What's wrong?
He's in a bad way.
- Where is he? - Just now, he was in the garden.
Hey, what's up, bro?
What's with the beard?
Serpico?
Jean Jaurès?
A metro station anyhow.
Victor Hugo?
You've let yourself go.
Good thing I'm back.
I'll be right in.
What do we do now?
You let me handle it now.
Not bad, huh?
A quick cut would settle it.
You're in great shape. I love it.
OK, you can open your eyes now.
That's hideous.
It's hideous!
- Horrible. - It suits you.
No.
Look! Sleeveless leather vest,
spiked bracelet, Village People style cap.
Got it! Freddie Mercury!
You look just like him!
That's wicked. You look like an orthodox priest.
Or a Cossack!
Come on!
He's crazy.
What are you doing?
I expect the worst.
No, this one's good. Look.
My grandfather.
Really?
Philippe, this mustache of yours,
it really turns me on.
I'll shave it all off.
- Thank you. - All right.
No, that's not funny.
Nein!
That's what you mean.
No, I don't agree.
Philippe, very angry.
I'm just your plaything now.
You'll end up in the loony bin.
Don't you feel like starting a war?
I think it's time to shave all this off now.
You're having fun?
You bet. How about Nazi invalids?
It must have been weird saluting like this.
You've had your fun now. Get rid of it.
A booking in the name of Bassari.
Table number eight.
Follow me, please.
This way.
I'm not staying for lunch, Philippe.
- Why not? - But you won't be alone.
Actually, you have a date.
A date?
What's going on?
Don't panic. It'll be fine.
Only this time, you can't split.
By the way...
...it took me a while,
but I found it.
Give her a kiss for me.
Driss!
What's this all about?
Hello, Philippe.
Philippe Pozzo Di Borgo now lives in Morocco.
He has remarried and has two young daughters.
Abdel Sellou has his own firm. He is married, with three children.
Philippe and Abdel are still very close.
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