- Hi. - Hi.
- Okay, love? - I'm okay.
You should eat.
It's important, first thing in the day.
Don't feel like it.
Remember to buy toothpaste.
It's on the list.
You're perfect.
I know.
See you.
Wake up, little birdie
Wake up, little sparrow
The time has come to leave the nest
Wake up, sleepy boy
Morning's come again
It's time to hop out of bed
Fucking hell!
Brothers and men
that shall after us be
Let not your hearts be hard to us
For pitying this our misery
Ye shall find God the more
piteous
Is my penknife in my bag?
Yes. It's for your apple.
No silly stuff.
Pirmez!
Midday tomorrow.
You hear me, Pirmez?
Yes. Midday tomorrow.
Be on time.
Try to imagine a stream of molten steel at 1500?
And the temperature
the person next to it must feel.
That's why it was dangerous
and they wore special clothing.
But, even so, even though...
their clothes were heat-resistant
the guy inside that suit felt the heat anyway.
He'd work a few seconds then move away.
A lot of men relayed each other
around the stream
to prevent anyone being burned.
Imagine the lava of a volcano.
You can't go near it.
This was the same.
People were often burned or fell
because they didn't have
all the safety measures.
It was dangerous.
People were even killed from time to time.
I remember a time
when we had one or two deaths a year.
Men were crippled because they were made to work...
...for long hours.
They didn't protect themselves properly.
The bosses didn't want to spend money on security measures
but only keep producing.
Bloody hell...
Can I come in?
Yeah!
- Had a tumble? - Yeah.
- Let me see. - It's nothing.
All right.
You're breathing bad.
The lift's bust again.
Bleeding hell!
30 disabled flats and the lifts are always busted!
They do it on purpose?
Calm down, we'll manage.
It's Jean-Pierre Renneson. In Droixhe.
The lift's broke down again.
If 15 people have called,
how come no one's mending it?
Why put disabled flats on the 20th floor
if the bloody lifts don't work?
What?
10 years back, I'd have flattened you for that!
Bloody kid!
You weigh a tonne!
Not enough exercise!
That daft physiotherapist said so.
Bloody hell!
Hi.
Okay, Patrick?
Fine. Where are my mates?
Only Roland's here. A Vieux-Temps?
You bet. Just the ticket.
What's up? Everyone's late today.
I was busy picking my radishes.
The other two lads?
I don't know.
Here they come.
Hi.
You fell again?
Cut it out, okay.
What happened?
The lift's bust again.
Hello, Gina.
Bloody hell!
Give us another round.
I have to get my kid.
- Already? - Afraid so.
See you tomorrow?
You bet.
Don't forget to settle up.
After a trick like that we should've counted you two rounds.
Can you put it on my slate?
I'll pay next month.
Try to win a bit more often.
Today the luck is with me.
If it is like this I will give up.
Not now.
Hi!
Deal the cards.
It was dangerous.
If he got it wrong when he poured it,
it ran through him and cut him in two.
But they weren't afraid.
They called them "the aristocrats of the working class".
When steel's really hot, it melts.
It turns liquid, like lava.
Let me.
I've been pushing it for two miles!
I'll look at it later.
It was dangerous. There were accidents.
But they were brave.
They called them "the aristocrats of the working class".
You knew that?
Yes. Both your granddads worked there.
Your friends' granddads too.
Nearly all of them.
And you never said so!
It's had it.
What makes you say that?
Gran's alarm had it once I took it apart.
You're right there!
Get to bed now, sprog.
And wash your hands.
Is it working now?
No, I think it's dead.
We need to buy another?
Can we afford to?
We'll have to.
I'll look for a cheap second-hand one.
I'll ask Dad for a loan.
No, no more loans now.
From my dad...
It's the same.
No, it's not the same.
Right, it's worse.
I'll have to take the bus every morning.
I'll need to get up even earlier.
I'll find away.
Know of a moped for sale?
No. How about you?
At Droixhe maybe. One of the kids.
How much you got?
Ten grand.
Still using francs?
For that, you won't get much.
A stolen one.
No, it's for Carole.
Hey, we're playing! You can talk later.
- We can talk. - Just concentrate.
That was a trump card.
I still have one?
You bet! I've been counting.
I don't deal in stolen mopeds.
See, you had one. Game over.
Your deal, son.
Let's try the lottery.
We chip in for a stake and
we're bound to make enough for a moped.
We'll share the rest.
I'd be glad to win ten grand.
Ten grand? Make it a hundred.
What for, mate?
To buy a car, to go to Las Vegas...
Las Vegas! By car too!
To play cards like you do here?
- Aren't you happy here? - Of course I am.
But I can dream.
Jean-Pierre, what would you do with a hundred grand?
What do you think?
I'd buy a new chair.
Shut up, stupid!
How about you? What would you do?
You need a million for a new life.
Maybe, but I知 serious.
We're not dreaming.
We are!
It doesn't cost more to dream of millions.
Maybe, but we can be reasonable.
Let's play the lottery instead...
of having another round
and see how we spend it all later.
I'll chip in too, if that's okay.
What kind of moped will we get?
I don't know yet.
A scooter's better.
It has two seats and your feet stay dry.
But it's more expensive.
If we win a lot, will we buy a scooter?
Sure, why not?
Red! Would you like a red one?
Would you?
You bet.
A red one, then.
Will you take me for rides?
If you want.
- I'll need a helmet. - Of course.
Red too. Red and white.
Will we take Dad?
Three of us? Is that allowed?
Sure. The other day,
I saw three people on a scooter.
The kid was at the front holding the bars.
We'll see.
So where d'you work?
At the brewery.
You're kidding!
On the bottling line.
My dream.
- Like it there? - No.
That or the dole...
- Cheers, then. - Cheers.
Been there long?
Three months.
Where were you before that?
In jail.
Sorry.
It's okay.
What did you do?
It's none of our business.
I like to know who I知 dealing with.
Armed robbery.
Banks, bullion vans, service stations...
Happy now?
I just like to know who I知 dealing with.
Had a good sweat, Pirmez?
What's wrong, poppet?
We lost.
It doesn't matter.
Ever seen anyone win?
It wasn't worth playing!
No.
So nothing's ever worth doing.
It is, we dreamt for three days.
Yeah, yeah, sure...
- A fourth man! - Have a seat.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Patrick's not here? - No.
Got any ideas?
About?
How to get a moped.
Why me?
We don't have any.
So I walk into a store and take the till?
Calm down.
That's not what I meant.
It's exactly what you meant.
I'll tell you something, Robert.
Every day, I sign in with a cop.
He's a friendly looking bloke.
But I値l always be a robber for him.
He's sure I値l do it again
and he's enjoying waiting for that day.
You think like him.
You're a shithead too.
A friendly shithead.
Let go now. I have to get to work.
Work doesn't make you special!
We worked harder than you!
And we'd go back tomorrow!
We didn't ask to stop before our time!
Let go of me, Robert.
Let go of him, Robert.
That wasn't what I meant.
I know.
Working's tough, huh?
Tougher than attacking service stations.
He's at his allotment.
He won't hear you.
- Do you know where it is? - I don't know.
Come on, I値l show you.
Slaving away, are you?
What's up?
I was looking for you.
Thanks, missus.
You're welcome, love.
Want a drink? I've got water or orange pop.
No, I知 okay.
I was worried.
You don't play cards anymore.
Can't afford to.
I can loan you money.
Angelina's cool with me.
Robert could loan me money,
or Roland, or Jean-Pierre.
But I don't want that. I'm sick of it.
I studied six years.
I worked weekends...
and holidays to pay for it.
I have three degrees, none any use.
My wife has to get up at dawn every day.
She's exhausted
and we can't even afford a used moped.
That puts me off playing cards.
I'd rather stay here and watch things grow.
Or do an odd job or two locally,
hoping some bastard won't report me.
You're supposed to cheer me up now,
tell me I知 just going through a bad patch,
that I have time for my kid.
There's loads of crap you could come out with.
But you'll say nothing.
There's nothing to hope for.
You know it so you say nothing.
You're honest.
I'm done in.
You're okay like that?
Yes, thanks.
Want the light off?
Please.
See you in the morning.
Still looking for ideas?
Come in.
Want a beer?
No way, I lug the stuff around all night!
Stop drinking all the time!
How far will you go?
It depends.
On what?
No idea.
I'll tell you.
It depends only on you!
Will you train a gun on someone? Or kill?
Are you ready to die?
Will you shoot? Get shot at?
How should I know?
You have to know!
You need to decide now!
After, it's too late.
I'll help you.
It's 9 AM, we're in a car, outside a bank,
double parked, blocking the street.
There's a gun by your seat. See it?
Yes.
Close your eyes.
Where are we? What street?
Rue du Toret.
Okay. What bank?
The BBL.
Okay.
There's a hood in the glove box.
Put it on.
Imagine putting it on.
- Done it? - Yes.
You feel too hot.
It's summer, it's hot.
You're sweating like a pig.
The sweat stings your eyes.
I put the hand-brake on.
I grab a gun, get out
and go into the bank.
You stay there, watching the street.
It's a long wait.
Close your eyes!
You hear horns.
Yes.
Look in the mirror.
The guy behind has a phone.
- What do you do? - I get out.
Go on.
I grab my gun and go to stop the shit from calling the cops.
That's it.
You reach him.
But it's not a man, it's a woman.
She's a kid. Young. Twenty.
Her short hair got you confused.
You press the gun to her window.
By her head.
A foot and a half at the most.
She drops her phone.
She tries to scream but she can't.
Her voice has gone.
She can't make a sound.
You open the door,
grab her arm and haul her out.
Then you turn your gun on the guy behind.
- Okay? - Okay.
- You're sure? - Yeah.
He raises his hands.
He's trembling, scared shitless.
You too. You're as scared as he is.
The bank alarm starts ringing.
You turn.
It's endless but it hasn't been two minutes yet.
Close your eyes!
You hear shooting in the bank.
No idea what's going on.
The girl screams.
She won't shut up.
She's sobbing and puking.
Curtains twitch at the windows.
People are calling the cops.
The cops are there already.
They get out of their car,
train their guns on you.
You haul the girl up to use as a shield.
She cries, she pleads with you to let her go.
But you don't.
You get the picture?
Are you capable of that?
The cops shout,
"Let her go! It's over! Surrender!"
But you don't hear them.
You don't hear anything. No sirens, no girl.
You just hear your heart pounding.
The faster it beats the slower things happen.
I leave the bank.
I run, trip and fall.
I'm on the ground. The cops open fire.
What do you do?
Do you shoot?
Having ideas is easy.
Seeing them through isn't.
I won't take that road again.
Never again, you hear?
Come on, let me show you something.
30 years we worked in this factory.
A furnace like that burns around the clock.
We'd feed it in shifts.
21 days, working without a break.
No weekends, no holidays, nothing.
You get up at 4AM to go to work.
You leave home at 9 PM on a Saturday,
when your pals arrive to eat with your wife.
In the end, your pals stop coming
and your wife she buggers off.
You only see the lads on your shift.
They become your new family.
We'd see in the New Year on the shop floor.
You lose that, you lose it all.
Jean-Pierre lost his legs here,
others died but we loved this factory.
Maybe it's just because it fed us.
Maybe we felt stronger, stronger than others.
More united.
They said we were aristocrats and we believed it.
Maybe we were buggered senseless
but it was our life.
My life.
And now they're flogging it.
They exploit us for five generations
and just when we manage
to make a decent wage, it's too much.
They move it all away.
To exploit folk even poorer,
even more fragile than us.
I'm sorry, Robert. I'm sorry.
Screw that.
I didn't bring you here to be sorry.
Look at what you see here.
It's a fortune.
Know what a ton of steel fetches?
There are thousands of tons here.
Every week, a train-load of scrap leaves here.
The buyers pay cash
and the money stays all night
until the security van collects it.
If they sell my life off,
the money's mine too.
But I'm ready to share it.
There are millions in there.
Enough to start a new life wherever you want.
You'll never get another chance like it!
Neither will we.
Didn't you hear me earlier?
I heard you. Loud and clear.
If Jean-Pierre had his legs,
I wouldn't need you.
I can't do it alone.
This is a sick thing to do.
What? It's sick trying to get out of this shit?
Sick asking you to help?
What's sick?
It's sick helping Carole and Patrick?
Is that it?
What is it?
You're right, Robert.
We'll do as you say.
But think it over and tell me tomorrow.
And think hard because there'll be no turning back.
What's going on?
Surely I can take care of the guns?
It's the only useful thing I can do.
Where will you find guns?
Trust him.
If he says he can find them, he will.
All right, but you're not coming with us.
Okay!
I know I知 not coming. I'm not stupid.
And not a word to Patrick.
Of course not.
Hi!
Stop!
Stop now!
Hit the road, Jack!
Lovely celery.
Yes, I知 pleased with it.
Can I see your tattoo?
What does that mean?
He hates pigs.
I don't believe that.
Look who's here!
What are you making?
Guess.
Cheers.
Good healthy, sonny.
Cheers, Carole.
- Cheers! - Okay.
Cheers.
Where do you work?
The brewery. You?
At the dry cleaner's near there.
Let's eat!
Let's dig in!
Poor man of Liege
Take up arms today
Fly to your victory
The freedom of our town
Will cover us with glory
Time to clock on.
Already?
'Fraid so.
- See you, Marc. - Enjoy yourselves.
See you.
She had promised me one fine day
A pretty little cage A pretty little cage
She had promised me one fine day
A pretty little cage
In which to put my canary
Why would I have guns to sell?
You worked at the arms factory.
So?
I bet you kept some souvenirs
when you were laid off.
A sort of redundancy bonus.
Why d'you want them?
None of your business.
No one will know where they're from.
I don't have any. Some pals, maybe.
I can try asking around.
What d'you need?
I don't know. Handguns, an FNC.
You're crazy!
We couldn't take assault weapons out!
One or two handguns. A rifle.
But that was all.
That'll do. I'll think it over.
It's not a favour.
I'll pay a fair price.
You bet you will.
Brothers and men that shall after us be
Let not your hearts be hard to us
It's the other way round.
You who come after us don't harden your hearts to us.
For pitying this our misery
Ye shall find God the more piteous
Look on us six that are hanging thus,
And the flesh that we so cherished...
Cherished means they ate too much.
How it is eaten of birds and perished
Dust fills our bones' place
Mock us not that so feeble be
But pray God pardon us out of His grace
- Know who that is? - I don't know.
Grandpa!
- Got a scooter? - It's for your mum.
Really?
- Want to get on? - Yes.
Dad, Grandpa's bought Mum a scooter.
Fancy a ride?
No helmet.
I can use Mum's.
Go and get it.
After a ride, take this back.
We don't want it.
It's for my daughter.
Her moped's dead.
I'm not having her walking!
At the front?
Go inside.
- But I... - Go inside!
Not trying out Mum's scooter?
No. Goodbye, Grandpa.
Get lost now.
You can't afford a moped, fine.
But you won't make my Carole unhappy.
Get lost, Andre.
Watch it, you pimp.
Get lost or else!
- It's a free country... - Get lost!
Still got that helmet on?
I can't undo the strap.
Okay, love?
Are you crazy or what?
What?
- You hit my dad. - I didn't.
- He's lying then? - Yes.
Why should I believe you?
- I've never lied to you. - Him neither.
Who do I believe?
My man or my dad?
You choose.
Tell me what happened.
He turned up, showing off.
I said he could take Steve out.
While Steve was inside your dad called me a pimp.
I told him to get lost, he wouldn't,
I pushed him and he fell. End of story.
You hit him in public.
I never hit him!
Why can't we keep it?
It's a present, to make me happy.
No way.
His idea was to humiliate me.
He brought it here.
And then to me. I rode the scooter home.
Give it back. I don't want it here.
It's mine.
I'm sick of taking the bus.
I'll buy you one.
When you win the lottery?
That's a sick thing to say.
I've never refused work.
You don't work, but you see to Steve,
housework, the garden, shopping...
It's not a problem.
It's a present from my dad.
It's no big deal.
It's not just a present.
He humiliated me in front of my son.
Keep it and I'm leaving.
I'm keeping it.
As you want.
Steve's pleased.
I'm pleased too.
It hurts me.
I don't want you to leave.
I love you.
Will you give it back?
No.
Dad, where are you going?
There's coffee if you want.
I thought you'd gone for good.
Silly bugger. As if I壇 ever abandon you.
I know but I thought.
Thanks, Mum.
I'm glad to help, son.
They won't bury me with it.
No regrets?
Why would we have regrets?
We could buy a moped with that.
It's not just a moped now.
Okay. It's your decision.
They should fit in a sports bag.
Once you have them, dump the car.
In a spot without cameras.
You don't want to come?
We have a task each. I see to the car.
Let me come too.
No, he said "alone".
Otherwise, we won't even see him.
Come on, help me.
What time have you got?
Five to.
Yeah, me too. We meet at quarter past.
Spot on.
I don't want to hang around with the bag.
And if I'm not here when you get back, drive around the block.
Yes, sir!