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처음에는 당신이 시작한지​​ 모릅니다;
그 말을 시작하고 있다..
그런 다음 갑자기 그들은 사라져요.
모두가 당신이 생각했던 것보다 다른 상황이
열 두 사도들은 처음에는 그냥 있었다.
세계는 더 나은 도착하기 전에 내 여섯 사도를 발견하기 전에이었다.
저는 저의 부모님과 함께 살았을 때의 이야기를 할려고 한다.
브랜드의 새로운 성서
하나님은 존재한다. 그는 브뤼셀에 살고있다.
그는 쓰레기입니다.그는 끔찍한 그의 아내와 딸
그의 아들에 대한 이야기​​가 많이있다. 하지만 자신의 딸에 대해 거의 없다.
그의 딸이 바로 나다.
저분은 내 아버지입니다. 바로 신이죠.
세계를 만들기 전에 내 아버지는 지루하셨다.
그래서 그는 브뤼셀을 만들었다.
[GENESIS] - 짜잔.☻
그는 몇 가지를 만들었다. 몇 가지 다른 작품을
그러나 그들은 일하지 않는다.
무언가 잘못됐다.
그래서 그는 자신의 형상대로 사람을 창조했다.
그는 그를 기쁘게 할 수있다.
아, 훨씬 더! 훨씬 낫다.
Enoch은 Irad를 낳았고. Irad은 Mehujael를 낳았다.
Mehujael은 Metuskael을 낳고 Metuskael은 Lamech을 낳았더라.
기타 등등...
모든 시작의 때이다.
그는 다른에 대해 하나를 설정합니다. 자신의 이름으로.
하나님!
알라신!
바알!
짜잔, 지금 당신은 정확히 알고 어떻게 대해왔다.
그게 나야. 나는 에아라고 해요.
이것은 내가 태어난 곳이다, 내가 10 년 동안 갇혀 있었던 곳.
여기는 입구가 더 없다. 나갈 곳이 없다.
세 방이 있는 아파트 완전한 주방과 세탁실을 갖추고 있다.
그리고 내 아버지의 사무실 아무도 들어오는 것을 허락을 안하신다. 38 00 : 07 : 40,959 -> 00 : 07 : 45,125 아무 것도 못보게 하신다. 하지만 티비로 스포츠는 보게해주신다. 39 00 : 07 : 45,250 -> 00 : 07 : 50,584 이분이 불쌍하신 내 어머니입니다. 겁먹으신걸 인증한다. 40 00 : 07 : 50,709 -> 00 : 07 : 52,459 그녀는 결코 아무것도 말하지 않는다. 41 00 : 07 : 52,584 -> 00 : 07 : 56,950 그녀가 수놓지 않으실 땐 그녀의 야구 카드 수집하신 것을 보신다.
그리고 18을 만든다.
시리즈를 다 만듦! 뿌듯 *^^*
아 우리는 태이블에서 식사를 하거나 얘기를 나눈다.
당신이 말한 것 같이 마! 여기, 우리 집에있어!
뭐? 내가 니 애빈데?
그 네번째 판을 멀리 놓고 돌아오게 하지 않는다.
당신은 절대 모릅니다.
나의 오른손에서
나는 내게 오류가 있기 전 내게 말한다.
그만.
아니, 야. 넌 형제가 아냐
그냥 너가 그걸 할 수는 없어...
나는 원하지 않기에
아빠는 이상한 곳에서 살고 그곳에서 한번도 떠난 적이 없다.
그는 엉터리 생활을했다, 아내를 사랑하지 않았었다.
자신의 손으로 물건을 만들 수가 없다.
빡치게하지마! 내가 알아서 할게;ㄹㅇ
그는 진정이 필요하다,모든 것을 잊어버려야한다.
그가 다 했을 땐 그것은 이미 인류의 생각:
모든 그의 장난감, 그가 할 수 있는 고통과 투쟁보고
많은 불행과 조금의 행복은 그들에게 거짓 희망을 줄 수 있다.
그건 8년이 걸렸지만 결국, 꽤 잘한 것 같다.
아빠가 무언가를 달성했다. 기교의 정도
그 이후로, 그는 그의 일을 보내었다.
새로운 법률을 발명 유니버설 통증이라는 멍청한 것
나는 이 권리를 공식화 할 필요가 있다.
Law 2127: 잠좀 자야되는데
항상 10분 이상이다.
Law 2129:
몸이 욕조에 들어갈 때
전화벨이 울릴 때
2125:
빵의 조각은 항상 떨어지고 잼은 아래로
그렇지 않으면 잼은 잘못된 부분이다.
Law 2126: 접시를 깨지 않고
그들은 세척 후 까지
Law 2218:
다음줄은 항상 빠르게 이동한다.
Law 2231:
엉덩이에 통증(극혐) 꼭 한번씩 찾아오지
왜 날 그렇게 보는거야? 눈깔아
그건 너가 사람들에게 역겨운 무엇이다.
ㅇ?
심지어 여러분은 그냥 그런 것은 몰라. 직접 해를 입힘으로써 즐겁게 지내세요
- 너 내 사무실에서 봤는데? - 누구나 잘 할수 있어
내 사무실에 들어오는거 금지했자나
- 왜 나한테 아무말도 없이 기들어와? - 컴히얼!
내가 너한테 무슨 말을 할 줄 알아? 봐!
어떻게 너가 날 화나게 하겠냐? ㅋㅋ
소용ㅇ벗어
그 순간 난 결정했다. 뭔가 할 수 있다는것을
아마도 십년의 제한은 하나는 참을 수 있을 텐데 아몰랑
어쨌든 난 정확히 알고 있었다. 내가 원하는 것을:
아빠 보다 더 잘 할 수 있다.
하지만 내가 먼저 그를 다치게 하고 싶었다.(폐륜?
난 그 고통을 만들고 싶었다. 그가 내 난파처럼 자신의 삶을 난파하길
넌 짜증을 낼 수 있지
그러나 한번 나는 할 거라고...
떠나는 걸
고고고고 무브무브
잠깐! 이봐 J.C
- 안녕 동생 -이봐 J,C 밖으로 갈수록 난 너가 필요해져
- 난 널 들을 수 있어 엄마는 뭘 말했냐? - 아무것도..때려서 점점 두려워
그녀가 일어났을 시간이다.
나는 당신처럼 하고 싶어. 이 관절을 분할한다. 나에게 도와주는 몇가지 사도를 찾아봐
사도는 좋은 생각이다 나는 12시도 하지만 난 조금 지저분해졌다.
나는 12가 좋은 수라고 생각한다 하키 팀 등을 예로 들 수있다.
엄마의 숫자는 18 그녀는 18세애 야구를 할 수 있다고 말한다.
나는 얼마나 많은 사도를 얻어야할까
6으로 해봐 내 12와 같이 그건 18을 만들거야 엄마의 야구 선수 등을 예로 들 수 있다.
어떻게 사도를 선택해야되냐?
너의 느낌과 함께 할 것이야 넌 그것을 정당화 할 필요가 없어
아빠의 아카이브에서 모든 6을 선택 작은 기적이 당신을 설정하고 있다.
나는 기적을 만들 수 없습니다..ㅠ
그냥 작은 기적 너가 처리 할 수 있는 무엇인가
그런 다음 6사도와 브랜드 신약물품
-나는 나에 대한 이야기를 하지 않는다. -그들에 대해 확인한다..
브랜드 신약하는 사도는 자신에 대해 이야기한다.
-즉, 그래서 완전히 새로운 것! -너 알고 있잖아 내가 잘 못 쓰는걸
할 수 있는 사람에게 위임한다. 넌 나 자신에 의해 날 쓴 것 같아?
탈출! 나는 세탁기를 해킹
'합성 섬유'에 설정
40도 1200RPM의 회전주기
이 통로를 열 수 있다. 몇 시간동안
ㄳㄳ, J.C 너 좀 멋진듯
그의 컴퓨터를 빼면 아빠는 아무것도 아니다.
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
출생/사망
법류 안타까운 남성/여성 . >>열지 마
사망 날짜 >>열지 마라<<
출생.......사망
사망 날짜를 보낼까요?
Benoit씨 당신은 14년 6개월 4일 동안 삽니다.
로버트 당신은 0일 남았고요ㅂㅂ
윌리, 당신은 54일 남았습니다.
장 클로드, 당신은 12년 9개월, 5일 삽니다.
오렐리, 당신은 11년 6개월 27일동안 삽니다.
마크 당신은 83일 남았습니다.
프랑소와 당신은 25년 3개월 8일 남았습니다ㅊㅊ
마틴 당신은 5년 2개월 17일 살 껍니다.
- 잠깐만!이봐 J.C.. - 당신 파일은 있어요?
그래 나는 모든 사람한테 보냈어 자신의 사망 날짜를 말야
아빠와 모든 신뢰를 잃게되겠죠
그는 미친 도약을 할 것이다 개이득 아이디어!
자신의 사망날짜의 정보를 주는..
도랏멘!?
이 말은 불가능이야 장난이겠지 ㅎ
또는 사망 날짜가 증명이 확실하게 된다.
사람이 죽을 떄를 누가 알 수 있을까?
그건 불가능. 나는 그것을 믿지 않는다.
그럼에도 불구하고 골치 아픈 우연의 일치가 있네요.
예를 들어 냉장고는 화물 비행기에서 떨어지고
정확한 순간에 피해자의 예측 죽음을
안드레 당신은 2분 남았습니다.
그것은 청소 기술자를 위한 특별한 날!
하룻밤 사이에 그가 이미 있는 가장 긴 세계에서 남자가 살고 있다.
102년 산다! 신기로오오옥!!@!@@@!
소셜네트워크에서는 우리가 있다.
안녕! 난 케빈인데 62년 살 수 있데! 62년!
ㄹㅇ?
- ㅅㅂ - 자기야!...자기야!!!
경우에도 세포 재생은 프로그래밍
삶의 길이에 따라 달라집니다. 예측 불가능한 요인 그것은 랜덤이다
그것은 불가능이다 소정한당
12년 4개월
넌?
64일;..ㅠㅠㅠ
이건 공평하지 않아!
나는 수년 동안 널 돌보았고 넌 나보다 더 오래 살 수 있어
힝
아침의 문자 이후 많은 사람들이 일을 하지 않았다.
"우리는 우리의 삶의 나머지와 함께 무엇을 할거야?"
가장 자주 질문한다. 물론 sns에서의 질문이다.
사망 날짜 변경가능?
변경 할 수 없습니다. 난 전과 같이 계속 되요.
로잘리 : 10개월 12일 남았습니다.
Georges: 16년 11개월 21일 입니다. 즐거운 하루!
엄마!
우리는 스튜디오에 있어 뉴스 해야지
전쟁은 대부분 중지했다.
사망 날짜 문자의 결과에
우리의 사망날짜가 익명에 의해 공개 돼었습니다.
개시ㅡ바ㄹ 뭐냐 이거!?
sns를 또 보자.
나는 바트입니다. 나는 12년 더 살아야 하죠
나는 타이타닉을 하고 싶다. 성냥개비 중
tlqkf 개시ㅡ바 아오 시빨@
앙리는 6년 남았죠
내가 원하는건 연주하는 걸 배우고 싶습니다 헬리(수자폰)
젠장!빌어 먹을! 왜? 도대체!?!
아니 시ㅡ발 왜 나는 왜 ㅠㅠㅠ
히이이잉!
와 내 컴퓨터가 당신이 보낸 후 고쳐졌당
문열어라 전해라~
왕
돌아와! 아빠는 아직 화 안났어
ㅂㄷㅂㄷ!
저건 물고기버거
- 뭐? - 물고기 햄버거
저건 좌초된 고래 조각으로 만들어졌다.
고래가 어딘가에 좌초되면 그들은 그것을 밖으로 안버리고 그것을 판매하고 있습니다.
그리고 물고기 햄버거로 만들죠
당신 글 쓰는 법 알고있죠?
- 약간요 - 그럼, 당신은 쓸 수 있어요.
저 혹시 이 주소로 대려다 주실 수 있나요?
저 바빠요 시간이 별로 없어요
왜 절 따라오죠?
절 그냥 내버려둬요! 정지!
어쨋든 난 난독증이다.
나는 잘 쓰지 못한다. 그리고 읽을 수 없다..
그래서 쓰는걸 배운다 당신은 저와 같은 부랑자 마무리 지을지 되고 싶나요?
내게 편지를 쓰다니 무엇을 원해요
- 브랜드 신약. - 뭐라고?
- 물을 포도주로 만들 수 있나요 - 아녀
- 물 위를 걸을 수 있나요 - 아녀
그럼 멀리 가지 않았네요.
그는 빅토르라고 불렸다. (롤충은 뜨끔합니다.^^)
그의 짠 땀 냄세가 났다. 음...레몬과 마늘.
그는 오래된 송충이같은 피부를 가지고 있다.
혈액 한잔을 기다립니다. 카운터, 호젓한 술집에서.
그냥 내숭이다 나는 아버지로 좋아 한것이다.
이건 뭐냐
소각로
아름답당 더 있어야 할듯
- 그래서 지금도 천국에 다니니? - 파라다이스?
그래 여기
이 낙원의 경우는 좀 엉망이다. 그래서 내가 직접 만들었다.
- 파라다이스 죽음 이후이다. - 아니, 죽음 이후 아무것도 없다
파라다이스는 여기에 있다.아담은 여기에서 있었다. 내 동생도 여기에 왔다
- 그러나 그는 자살했다. - 드렸죠!
- 동생을 뭐라고 부르냐? - J.C.
J.C.? J.C 반담처럼?
- ?누군데요 - 장 클로드 반담.
용의 눈 동시 공격!
너 동시 공격을 참조하지 않았냐?
유니버설 군인?
넌 아무것도 보지 못했어요 너 이상한 여자 그런 뇨자
- 난 아무런 관련이 없는 것처럼 더 낫게 할 수 있는데 - 너 떠나냐?
그래 난 그녀를 찾을 거야. 내가 너한테 정신적으로 피해를 줬을거야
당신은 내려간 적이없어 좀 위험하다
넌 너의 딸이 무슨 짓을 했는지 알아?
걘 사망날짜를 사람들한테 보냈어!
내 컴퓨터를 사용하지 않고 문제를 해결할 수 있나
이해가 가세요? 전에..
공에 의해 사람들이 있었다. 그들은 자신이 언제 죽는지 몰랐기 때문에
나는 그런 사람을 깨 계란을 굽고 있었다. 아시겠어요?
하지만 지금은 안다. 그들은 더 이상 혼이 나지 않을 것이다.
그들은 무엇을 할지 결정할 수 있다. 자신의 인생의 휴식과 함께
아시겠냐고요 오>?
What if, like her brother, she falls in with some fanatics?
And does tricks with glasses of milk, yada, yada...
Do you realize the consequenses?
Imagine if she shows them how to get themselves out of shit.
I, um... I... I...
No, huh? You don't get it.
You don't understand anything.
You say nothing, because you understand nothing.
Why do you understand nothing? Because you don't think at all!
You think of nothing but embroidery and baseball players!
I detest baseball!
Goddamit, Goddamit, Goddamit, shit.
I'm going.
Help me!
Here.
Hello.
Hello, I'm here about your arm and the metro.
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO AURELIE
The first apostle was called Aurélie.
When she learned how much time she had left to live
she decided to change nothing but to continue as before.
Aurélie is a super nice girl. Oddly, she lives alone.
Aurélie is a babe, a fox, a bombshell, a great piece
the doormat of the whole building.
Her mother was Dutch, her father, no one knows.
Perhaps a Lapplander, given her porcelain complexion and dark hair.
Anyway the combination turned out really well.
But, porcelain complexion and dark hair don't suffice to make a babe.
You also need a laugh like pearls scattered on a marble staircase.
Seven men in her building are sincerely in love with Aurélie.
Two of them are over 84 years old.
another is under eleven.
218 men just want to bang her.
And for almost all the women, she's just a slutty cock-tease.
Yet, Aurélie lives alone,
and her heart, her melting-butter heart,
is as sad as a little heap of cinders.
When I was seven, my arm was ripped off by a subway car.
Don't ask how such a thing is possible.
It was just, me here, and my arm over there.
In its place, now, there's 600 grams silicone.
Who are you?
My father is God.
I ran away from his house.
I gotta find six apostles. You're the first.
And him?
That's Victor. He'll be writing the Brand New Testament.
You need to talk about yourself.
Myself? ... I dunno...
One day I was alone
and a guy came up to me.
the type of guy who sleeps on bits of cardboard.
His eyes were two red balls in a heap of flesh
He reeked of alcohol, rotting flesh, perspiration and urine.
Like a dead camel in a distillery.
As he approached, I thought
he'd ask for money, or pull out a knife
or show me his cock, as sometimes happens.
But none of that happened.
He just came near
I could see he wanted to tell me something.
My eyes stung a bit from the odor.
But I smiled at him. It's a reflex.
Then he spoke.
In his voice there were, like, thirty people cracking nuts.
He said:
Girly...
Life is like a skating rink.
a lot of people fall.
A lot of people fall.
How do you write 'skating rink'? Two t's or two n's?
His two-bit philosophical phrase stuck in my head.
Often, in the morning, when I look in the mirror...
I can't help thinking of it.
Are you young or old?
I'm still young.
I dunno...
- Is your mom young or old? - She's old.
Do you remember when your mom was little? - No.
Why not?
Because I wasn't born.
- Will you get old, too? - I'll die before then.
What are you doing?
I collect people's tears.
I don't know how to cry. There are lots of things I can't do.
But I can hear people's music. Everyone has their own music.
Do you wanna know what yours is?
Yes.
It's Handel. It's lovely. Tonight I'll invent a dream for you.
Do you know when you'll die?
I dunno, I never had a telephone.
The second apostle was not at home.
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO JEAN-CLAUDE
For a long time, Jean-Claude was one of the greatest adventurers
the world has ever known.
Then one day, nobody knows how, it stopped.
Then his life became very small.
It's called reality, an ugly thing.
First Jean-Claude became assistant vice-manager of a shopping center, sub-level 2.
Then Jean-Claude climbed the corporate ladder
to become Budget Manager of the Monitoring Department.
That means I encode numbers.
Jean-Claude, 58 years old...
single, no children.
Jean-Claude lived a shitty little life.
He traded the hours of his life for a shitty job with shitty hours.
When he found out how much time he had left to live...
he sat on a bench. And he decided never to move again.
So, if there were no air, would birds fall?
Dunno. How can fish breathe?
They have gills.
I'll make a note of that.
- Could I have gills? - No, you're a child.
What becomes of children?
They become parents. Somtimes.
- What became of your mother? - She died.
Why did she die?
Because she was old.
- What becomes of old people, then? - They die.
Your music is 'Le rappel des oiseaux' by Rameau.
He says he likes you.
Why does he stay in this park if he can fly anywhere?
He says, he could ask you the same question.
He's gone.
An apostle who's not there, isn't that serious?
No, I don't think so. All we needed was to get acquainted.
Excuse me...
I'm looking for a girl with black hair, a bit sickly...
It hurts. Why did you do that?
Oh, that was me. Damn.
EA! EAAA!
Hey you, bum!
What the fuck are you up to? Eating out of garbage cans?
I'm looking for a girl with black hair.
You can't eat out of a dumpster.
That garbage isn't yours. And you stink.
I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding!
That's because I smashed your face in.
He has nothing on him. Found between two cars.
Does it hurt when I do this?
Moron! Of course it hurts! It's a sprain!
I know, because I created sprains. And migraines. That was me too!
- Give me morphine. - Sir, we don't just hand it out.
Aw, shut up! I'm sick of you. Don't piss me off, asshole!
- Gimme that, I'm hungry. - Are you out of your mind?
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE SEX MANIAC
The third apostle was named Marc.
He called himself "sex maniac".
♪ Change me
♪ You wanna change me
♪ it's so much easier to change me than try...
Marc didn't think of his parents, often.
But when Marc thought of them, usually the same memories came to mind.
I remember the caravan model 'Comtesse'
which my parents bought on a ten year mortgage.
A few cubic meters that smelled of soap, tanning lotion and tomato sauce.
Through the anti-mildew curtain
you can hear the rain falling on the campground 'Manga del Mar Menor'.
I'm nine, and my life changed, barely three hours ago.
Legs, long like pulled taffy
a turquoise bikini as big as two dots and a comma.
She looked at me with a strange expression a mixture of interest and disgust.
I wanted to eat her. I smiled stupidly.
She was the daughter of the German family.
Of course, I have many other memories of my childhood.
What's strange is, that in each memory there's a little sadness.
You see my eyebrows? As if I was making an effort.
Naturally, I AM making an effort.
I try to prevent all the images in my head from bursting out of my eyes
and splattering against the clean walls of my parents' living room.
For two years, the image of the German girl, with her caramel legs
the contempt in her eyes and the violent turquoise of her bikini
have never left my mind.
Then other girls came along.
The hairdresser's daughter.
The one with the cute nose and tight pants.
- The baker's daughter. - With Her doe eyes
which looked so sad, it seemed as if she'd just been crying.
Cathy, the neighbor's daughter.
So timid, that when she talks, it sounds like a tire blowing out.
He hit it! Papa, he hit it!
What becomes of children?
They become adults.
And what becomes of adults?
Sometimes they have children.
Will you have children?
I don't have the time. Not in 83 days. And first I'd have to meet a girl.
Look at the girl. Smile...
unless she says something sad.
Lesson 2. If she touches her hair, say:
- I love your hairdo. Very original. - I love your hairdo. Very original.
- You're different from other girls. - You're different from other girls.
I really love your hairdo. Very original.
When he learned he had only 83 days to live
He thought, time is too short. He hadn't a day to lose.
I thought, I'll empty out my bank account.
18,000 euro, 83 days to live,
200 euros per day, and the rest for food.
It's all there.
At the same time, so close at hand
yet so far away.
I want them all, all...
Life would be like a miracle.
Let the days pass and take me towards death.
Nothing matters anymore, my life will be as I dreamed.
Never, in my life, I'd imagined days so full of happiness.
Days flavored of fresh fruits, days flavored of grand mysterious voyages
salty flavored days, days of infinite beauty.
Until the day I ran out of money.
200 euros a day is a bit short.
Salty flavored* days ... Does 'gout*' have an accent?
- Why isn't everything free on earth? - I don't know.
Your music is 'O Solitude' by Purcell.
It was written for a voice like yours. You have a very nice voice.
You could try to earn some money with your voice.
Test. 1, 2, 3 ... Test.
Perfect. When you see the 'H' start. - OK.
- Ah, ooh... - Aah...
- More, more. - Yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes...
- Great. Oh good! - Ahh!
OK, very good. I'll just change the roll.
Ah, Proust.
'In Search of Lost Time'
"For a long time I would go to bed early"
I especially like Elstir.
I can't figure out if he's really in love with Andrée
or if it's to make Albertine jealous.
Just 'to call a spud a spud'?*
Pardon?
'call a spate a spate'.*
- There's some sadness in Proust. - I think so too.
Through his secondary characters Proust 'in a grain of pepper'*
manages to 'pull the doughnuts out of the fire'.*
I like the way you talk.
Excuse my French, I always 'put my mouth in my foot'.
The way you said "call a spud a spud", is lovely.*
Why? Isn't that how you say it?
No.
- Manga del Mar Menor. - Bitte? (sorry?)
Manga del Mar Menor.
The campground. The beach.
That boy was me. Das kleine Kind, das war ich.
- Wirklich? (Really?) - Ja.
- Das warst du? (That was you?) - Ja.
It's been a pleasure.
Would you like to...
Yes.
My heart is pounding like a 'stammer'.
Mine too.
- Good night. - Good night.
... 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
... 13, 14, 15!
Andale. Piss off. Stand in line!
- This line's faster. - Get back there!
No, no...
I'm god!
Such a beautiful face. It radiates peace.
God tells us, 'love your neighbor as yourself'.
- I never said that. - Pardon?
- I never said that! - No, I...
I detest myself, so I'd never say it. I'd say, I dunno...
detest your neighbor as you detest yourself.
But that guy, there ...
screwed it up.
He improvised. Went with his feelings. See?
But 'I' am God.
I invented all the crap.
You're a nice guy. Hm?
- Got a big heart? - I try.
You're daydreamer.
Ludovic.
Your mother died when you were five. No? And you were grief-stricken.
And you got polio, afterwards.
Oh, poor Ludovic. One leg shorter than the other.
How, sad!
And little Cécile. Remember Cécile?
Lovely little Cécile!
You were in love with Cécile. You loved Cécile, huh?
When you gave her flowers, what did she do? Laughed in your face!
She laughed in your face because she was with that asshole with a moped.
And you couldn't ride a moped because you had one leg shorter than the other.
All that was me. ME! Understand?
He is nothing.
All he succeded in doing
was getting himself nailed to a coat rack*, like an owl.
I'm GOD! Are you sick in the head?
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE ASSASSIN
The fourth apostle was named Francois.
The day everyone learned how long they had to live
Francois bought a rifle.
If he shot his target and missed
it meant, it wasn't that person's day to die.
If he killed the person, then, it wouldn't be his fault.
It was written. Francois was merely the hand of destiny.
He'd always loved death.
He loved funerals.
Francois never cried. He was never sad.
He called himself The Assassin.
The Assassin had slain according to this partial list:
Ants: number, unknown.
Flies: number, unknown.
Butterflies: six.
Estimates by The Assassin.
His cousin's mice.
Two parakeets, still his cousin's
Poisoned by 'spirits of salt'* (HCl) in the food dish.
The Assassin knew that he was an assassin
ever since as a very small child he became aware of himself.
At the same time he realized there was a world outside himself.
At the same time he became aware of the great frontier
separating the world of life from that of death.
I knew I was the 'Ferryman'.
I was made for taking lives, it was my deep nature I couldn't help it.
Like hair color, or shape of the nose, it's genetically coded.
I'm an assassin.
My focus, my raison d'etre, my vocation is ...
killing.
Today The Assassin is 41 years old,
At this stage, what's important to know about The Assassin
is that his wife is named Catherine.
They had a child; a boy, by mutual accord, called Grégory.
Catherine doesn't know that The Assassin is an assassin.
She usually calls him - 'Cheri' - in the daytime,
on the phone, or with friends.
Sometimes - 'Bunny-rabbit'- on certain nights:
or - 'Francois'.- during serious discussions or arguments.
Francois was one of the many victims of 'Law 1522'
invented by my father.
If, one day, you fall in love
with a woman, there's a great chance
you will not spend your life with her.
Francois used to sell life insurance but quickly realized
that his job served no purpose.
For your last day, choose one of our fifty destinations.
Treat yourself to an end that surpasses all that preceded it.
Hi, Kevin here again.
Why do you shoot at people?
If they die, it's not my fault. It's their time to die, today.
If I miss ...
this wasn't their day.
- Is your gun loaded? - No, not yet.
I should tell you it's not your fault.
I fucked up all this shit. I sent off the death dates
to get revenge on my father.
I thought I could do some good for people. Now I must find six apostles.
You're the fourth.
Your music is 'The Death and the Maiden' by Schubert.
It's sad but beautiful. It would go well with Handel.
You should try shooting a young woman with chestnut hair.
Go ahead.
She'll pass by in six seconds.
One crocodile, two crocodiles, three crocodiles
four crocodiles, five crocodiles, six crocodiles...
- How'd you do that? - That's her. Shoot.
Shoot! Shoot!
What happened?
A miracle.
I don't love you.
Yeah.
A little tired, that's all.
Excuse me ...
I love you.
I've never loved anyone. I'm married, I don't love my wife.
I don't love my son, either. I never loved my parents.
I've never loved anything, anyhow.
Except you.
I love you and I will always love you.
If you don't love me, it's fine.
I'll go live alone, waiting for death, thinking of you every day.
I wrote my number on the wrapping.
She'll call you.
13, 14, 15, 16 ...
Hi, still Kevin.
62 years to live!
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO MARTINE
The fifth apostle was called Martine.
In the beginning, when she still lived in the land of childhood
Martine's heart was composed, 95%, of gooey, perfumy stuff
which predisposes you to romantic love.
Some things, you can't change.
Martine, you have 5 years, 2 months, 17 days to live.
- I won't be here, tonight. - What?
I have a meeting in Düsseldorf, with the Germans. - Oh.
'Morning, Madame. Feel like a coffee?
My husband came by the house.
He got a message that he had 39 years left to live.
I told him I had five years. It seemed to comfort him.
Is 200, OK?
You have beautiful hair, Madame.
Thank you. Would you mind not calling me Madame?
You have very beautiful eyes, too.
Thank you. What's your name?
I'm called Philippe.
Oh, yes...
Don't look.
When I see people, I hear their little music.
Everyone has their own little music.
You...
have circus music.
He says he likes you.
It's the first time something so beautiful happened to me.
Such lovely proof of love makes me so happy.
Never mind, I'm fed up with that thing.
Make yourself at home. Want something to drink?
Sure you don't want to sleep inside?
I can't sleep unless I see the sky.
Victor had done 6 months in prison.
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When he got out, he couldn't stand to sleep with a roof over him.
He was afraid of waking up locked up.
17.
How do you know, you love me?
You don't even know me.
I shot at you. I hit you and nothing happened.
Then I followed you, I could smell your odor.
It's like watercress. And I fell in love.
All right, come.
Oh, shit.
Ea!
- Who's he? - My Father, God.
I never imagined him like that.
Praise Myself! You're coming home and you'll reboot my computer.
You don't scare me.
See what a state I'm in?
Why won't you reboot it?
Why won't you reboot my computer? And put a stop to this crap.
I'm never coming back!
Do you like it here?
I'm happy, I got lots of friends. I just need one more apostle, to make 18.
STOOOOPP!!
Stop it, with your 18 apostles.
12! There are 12, like hockey team.
It works, it always has! I told your brother.
You want 18 because your mother loves baseball.
But, FUCK BASEBALL!
You always loved your mother more than me.
*Bai He Quan, the White Crane!
I've seen it. 'Way of the Dragon'?
The Cunning Elephant.
Forget it, Victor. Let's go.
No.
Give me your hand.
Ea! Don't make me come over there! Ea, get back here!
Ea!
We fished him out of the canal.
Dry him out on the mattress with the Uzbeks.
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO WILLY
The sixth and last apostle was named Willy.
When Willy found out how long he had to live
he decided to become a girl.
Willy was my own personal miracle.
Willy has always been sickly.
You know what skin cancer is? I've told you before, eh?
Time for your injection.
He never had anything serious like cancer or stuff like that
but sick, nevertheless. Always.
When we were alone my mother used to look at me.
A funny look. Like I was a box of tacks still lying around
after she'd just cleaned house.
Then she said I looked like hell.
- You look like hell. - And that I should keep calm.
You have to keep calm.
And then she gave me that darned injection.
Deep inside, something told me all was not right with my mother's injections.
Can we increase the dose?
I know it's difficult for you. You're doing all you can.
The doctor liked my mother.
He spoke to her, as if to a draft horse, that he pitied.
He thought, it can't be easy to have child in fragile health.
He cast a worried glance me,
as if he found it odd that I had any temperature at all,
since I puked, morning till night, a sort of greenish bile.
By the age of 7, I'd had an operation on my pancreas
because the synthetic anti-diabetics my mother shot me up with, daily,
had burned it out like a hamburger.
Then, what was supposed to happen, happened.
It's next Sunday. In a week.
I know. It's my fault.
I released the death dates.
You did right. Afterwards, everything changed for me, for the better.
Your mother and I ...
felt we should be honest with you.
You'll die on ...
You still have ... a few weeks.
We didn't tell you earlier because you might...
Is there anything you'd like?
Do you want to quit school? Take a trip? Whatever...
we'll agree.
Can boys become girls?
What?
I'd like to be a girl.
Are you sure?
Parents are such jerks!
My friend's parents...
when they found out, he was gonna die, kept him locked up.
He wanted to live as Alpha Arceus. That's an aluminum Pokémon.
At first they said OK.
Then, they preferred that he listen to J. S. Bach,
for the ten days he had left.
I felt like shooting myself!
We live in a totally shitty world!
I know, it's my father's fault.
- Your father? - My father is God.
Couldn't get along with him, so I split.
My mother, too, is a goddess, but doesn't dare say anything.
She embroiders, all day.
My father makes her zip her mouth.
Sometimes I miss my mother.
18. This changes everything. 18!
Just like baseball.
Does your father have powers like a superhero?
- Just power hungry. - Do you have powers?
You can multiply ham sandwiches!
Doesn't always work, just sometimes.
Sometimes the ham's missing
There's lots of stuff I can't do. Crying, for example.
There's lots of stuff I've never done. I've seen nothing of the world.
I've never eaten an apple, I've never seen the sea.
Your music is "La Mer" by Charles Trenet. It's nice.
Tonight, I'll invent a dream for you.
Willy, at least, eat the fish.
♪ La mer, qu'on voit danser Le long des golfes clairs
♪ A des reflets d'argent, la mer A des reflets changeants sous la pluie
♪ La mer au ciel d'été Confond ses blancs moutons
♪ Avec les anges si purs. La mer bergère d'azur infinie
- He said he wants to return to the sea. - I understand that.
Good idea taking him to the sea.
I'm gonna die in a week, might as well die at the seaside.
That's a great dress. Totally awesome!
OK, I think, we need to help the kids.
Yes, I think so, too, we need to help the kids.
We have a week to wrap it up.
MONDAY: Willy sold his parents' furniture.
Travel is expensive.
TUESDAY: Aurélie asked The Assassin to stop assassinating.
Please don't shoot at people.
I've lost interest in that.
WEDNESDAY:, Martine put her life in order.
Ah, back already?
What's this crap?
I want you to go away and never come back.
Oh, I say!
Oh, you were marvellous!
THURSDAY: Marc and Xenia made love for the first time.
And they liked it.
My mother availed herself of Thursday to wash the windows.
FRIDAY: Willy and I decided that every day
instead of being called Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...
would be called January, February, March...
♪ So Frankly spoken. They'd adore to see her failing in her quest for love love love
By week's end, we'd lived together for seven months.
♪ Little Sally, shameless girl They're just as jealous as you question their world
♪ She'd say: "Okay I'll be going all the way
♪ But the hardest part of living is from day to day"
♪ Lazy days in the sun It doesn't matter if your battle's won
♪ If it's done Living day to day
SATURDAY: Jean-Claude reached the Arctic Circle.
On Saturday, God, having no papers,
got himself deported to Uzbekistan.
I'll make it rain frogs and locusts!
A pox on your face!
YOU MOTHERFUCKERRR!!
Don't you know who I am? Don't you know?
I'll turn you into a stutterer and a premature ejaculator!
SONG OF SONGS
And on Sunday everybody was at the seaside.
Seems I'm not the only one with the idea of dying by the sea.
I didn't dare say it, but it's true seems everyone had the same idea.
Would all those dying today, come get a black armband.
Those accompanying them, get a white armband.
All those dying today, come get a black armband.
Those accompanying them, get a white armband.
Voila.
What will all the black armbands die of ?
All we have to do is wait. Won't be long.
Any chance of it not happening?
My brother said, with 6 more apostles, it'd make 18,
like in baseball.
And that would change something,
because it's mom's favorite number.
He must have been mistaken.
He'd just turned 18 ♪ Il venait d'avoir 18 ans
Beautiful as a child ♪ Il était beau comme un enfant
Strong as a man ♪ Fort comme un homme
It was summer, obviously. ♪ C'était l'été évidemment
When I saw him, I counted ♪ Et j'ai compté en le voyant
All my autumn nights. ♪ Mes nuits d'automne
I re-arranged my hair, ♪ J'ai mis de l'ordre à mes cheveux
More shadow on my eyes. ♪ Un peu plus de noir sur mes yeux
It made him laugh. ♪ Ca l'a fait rire
As he drew near, ♪ Quand il s'est approché de moi
I'd have given anything ♪ J'aurais donné n'importe quoi
To seduce him ♪ Pour le séduire
He'd just turned 18. ♪ Il venait d'avoir 18 ans
That was the best argument ♪ C'était le plus bel argument
For his victory. ♪ De sa victoire
He didn't speak to me of love. ♪ Il ne m'a pas parlé d'amour
He thought that words of love ♪ Il pensait que les mots d'amour
Are laughable. ♪ Sont dérisoires
It's been nice to know you.
Shall we read a few lines of our Brand New Testament?
"Life is like a skating rink."
That was me.
"If there was no air
birds would fall."
Seems to be losing altitude. It's coming right at us.
Son of a motherfucking whore, we're all gonna die.
Only the black armbands.
NOOO!!
Do you want to re-initialize?
ENTER YOUR PERSONAL CODE
♪ He'd just turned 18
18!♥
Hello Goddess, I'm glad to see you again.
Re-initializing
REBOOTING
I'm not dead? What happened?
The countdown's disappeared. Everything's like before.
Who did that?
Suggestions for:... 'sky'.
That's my mother.
It's mama.
It's my mother!
Excellent choice, Goddess.
Today, as every other day, there's only good news.
Despite global warming the ice caps have stopped melting.
Gravity.
Seabed.
Vegetation.
Cyclops.
THE BRAND NEW TESTAMENT
- Did you feel it move? - Yes.
Cheri ...
the thing is...
Now...
Couldn't you, maybe, shave your legs?
We'll see.
Goddamn, shit.
♪Subtitles translated by♪ XQ2☻♥
Hi, it's Kevin again.