That's enough.
The poor devil.
Lucky he had time to pay.
You'd better go. They'll blame me anyway.
The evening train?
Of course. Money moves in the shadows.
That's enough. I've called the police.
But we're colleagues.
Get going.
Terrorist.
Please come in. I'm sorry about the trouble.
Fine cauliflowers.
I'd like this one.
Marcel?
You little gangster.
Oh Yvette, you were in.
Your bill's as long as the Congo River.
I'm your best customer.
When will you pay?
When I inherit, but don't tell my wife.
I'm the man of the house. Excuse me.
- Closed. - I can see your feet.
Impossible. I'm upstairs.
I'd buy something.
Good night.
Good evening, Laika.
I'm home.
I noticed that.
You've been busy today.
That's my nature. I don't know how to be idle.
I'll prepare dinner
but you've time for an aperitif.
Don't spend it all.
I'll take the dog.
She can take the change home.
His name's Gerard Lenormand
not Lebreton.
Funny. You talk about a name, but it's a culture.
- Brittany's a culture. - No, it's not.
What culture?
You think Mont Saint-Michel's in Brittany.
It is in Brittany.
It's Le Couesnon.
That's a fact.
You know, back home in Alsace
Enough of Alsace.
Fine ducks, there.
What you talking about?
That's heresy.
I'll go and earn my pension.
It's really tough to wake up at 4 am.
A pleasant fellow.
How's Arletty?
Fine. She's preparing dinner and drove me out.
You don't deserve such a good wife.
You're not worth her.
No one is, so I'll do.
She's protective
and couldn't watch me lie in the gutter
a man in his prime.
Foreigners see tramps
in a fairly more romantic light
than us French.
You're not all that polite.
Her first husband was violent
and an athlete.
Care for another?
There's still time for one.
You're listening to Reality Radio: Difficult Choices.
We're talking about dishwashers.
Our guest is Annette Verdoux from Electroflash.
Good evening.
This affects five million consumers.
How long does a dishwasher last?
Recent studies show that
their lives are getting shortened deliberately
Won't you eat?
I visited Florence today.
She had a pot of cassoulet.
- What's that? - More living dead.
The container was shipped three weeks ago
from Libreville in Gabon
to London.
It was supposed to take five days.
It's been here for two days.
- A computer error. - Probably in Paris.
Inspector Monet, Le Havre.
Did you hear voices inside?
More like a child crying.
The Baltic Queen.
Wasn't she scrapped?
This is Number 2
the former Honolulu Star.
What do you think?
If they've had water and oxygen, with luck...
Is that necessary?
The Ministry of Interior's orders.
The Red Cross.
How are you, Madam?
And the child?
Tired.
Are you mad? A child.
"Missing line"
ONE OF THE CONTAINER REFUGEES ON THE RUN
ARMED AND DANGEROUS? CONNECTIONS TO AL-QAEDA?
Salut, Marcel. Ça va?
- Caught any? - No. Dry as the Gobi.
The eskimos have stolen everything.
Greedy devils.
See you later.
Is this London?
You want there? The other side.
This is Le Havre, in Normandy.
Are you hungry?
Get up here.
It could be a pensioner's metro card.
No metro in Le Havre. Papers.
A black boy
has been seen here.
He needs care.
So you always say.
I haven't seen anyone.
Beat it.
Don't forget your lunch.
There's nothing here.
This morning, ruthlessly and without warning
Le Jungle was destroyed.
Migrants regrouped behind banderols.
The No-Border activists and the police clashed violently.
Two groups were formed:
underage youths and adults.
No solution is proposed.
Just like with the earlier camp
nothing but the press releases were prepared.
The migrants, the activists and the journalists waited.
This morning there were only 300 refugees
those with no other place to go.
A few weeks ago there were almost 1,000.
There are no refugees in Calais any more
but the problem isn't solved.
Many of those arrested will be released soon.
They'll be looking for new sites, just like in Sangatte.
Almost ten years to the day.
The Minister for Immigration came to Calais to witness the camp's demolition.
The operation wasn't aimed against the refugees.
A YOUNG BOY ON THE RUN
What do you think?
It's hard to say, since I don't exist.
Who is he?
That's you, Chang.
I'm not Chang. I'm from Vietnam, not China.
I came here 12 years ago on top of a train.
I paid eight years for an identity in the databases.
I can enjoy social security
and vote if I want to.
I support my family.
I'm a happy man.
But I'm not him.
You can call me Chang. I'm used to it.
The mediterranean has more birth certificates than fish.
It's harder to deport a nameless person.
The evening train will come soon.
- Good evening, Marcel. - Jeanne.
A sandwich and water.
Water?
It's not for me.
I understand.
What is it? Wait.
Marcel.
Turn off the stove.
What's wrong?
You weren't in the bar.
No one knew where you were.
I'll get an ambulance.
Don't be long.
Yvette.
What is it?
May I use the phone?
Arletty has to go to the hospital.
I'll take you.
I'll just get my coat.
The husband of Arletty Marx?
Yes.
She's sleeping. We gave her some pain-killers.
You can go home.
Come back when we get the results.
I'd like to wait.
There'd be no use.
You'd just be in the way.
Take my card.
Thank you.
Good morning, Yvette.
How's Arletty? What did they say?
She's sleeping.
I'll go back in the afternoon.
Shall I come?
I'll be all right. They might let her come home.
Perhaps.
Laika?
Come to pay your debt?
Do you have a name?
Say something.
Idrissa.
Quo vadis, Idrissa?
What?
- Where are you going? - London.
What's there?
Do you know the way?
We'll talk later. I have to go but I'll be back.
You can sleep on the couch.
Don't go out. Don't open the door.
Understand?
Yes, sir.
So there's no hope?
Miracles do happen.
Not in my neighbourhood.
Please don't tell my husband the truth.
Embellish it.
He's just a big child.
It's against the rules.
I beg you.
Tell him...
Later.
The rules don't say when you have to tell.
All right.
I'll talk like a politician.
We'll begin the treatments next week.
Be brave.
I was too categorical.
There's always hope.
Doctor.
Come to see me later.
Yes, Dr Becker.
I didn't bring any food.
- How are you? - Much better.
I was starting to get worried.
I'm away for a moment and you start spending.
I got them cheap. They were on sale.
What am I saying?
I bought the most expensive ones.
Will you come home soon?
I'll take care of you.
I have to stay, perhaps a long time.
The doctor will explain.
Let's talk about other things.
Thank God it's benign.
No danger then.
That's what the doctor said: evidently extremely benign.
Still, they won't let her go home.
They want to be certain.
Care for another?
No, thanks.
It's on the house.
In that case, sure.
I'll visit her tomorrow.
Do you remember the ward?
13, same as the room.
I'll go in the morning too. Santé.
Thank you.
Are you mad? You never listen.
No wonder they put you on the ship.
Sorry.
If you're caught, you'll get not to London, but back where you left from.
Do you want that?
No.
I need time to help you.
Central Police Station?
I believe I have some information for you.
Are you hungry?
Did you eat anything?
Yes.
- Do you want some water? - No.
I have a glass sometimes.
It does you good
and helps you to sleep.
I used to live a Bohemian life in Paris.
My success was only artistic.
We could drink a lot if we had a reason to celebrate.
You don't understand?
No, sir.
Don't call me "sir".
We haven't been introduced.
My, my. A civilized family.
Father was a teacher.
Marcel Marx. Call me Marcel.
0ui, mon Général.
I'll step out and then we'll continue.
Into the bedroom.
Good evening, Yvette.
I've brought you some food.
I'm not hungry.
But someone inside might be.
A one-egg omelette nature and a small red wine.
Right away, Mr. Marx.
Mind if I join you?
Nothing could please me more.
Domaine de Courbissac, 2005.
Do you live alone, Mr. Marx?
With my wife. Why?
Is she in hospital?
Leave my wife out of it and get away.
What a temper.
Prefer to talk at the station?
On what grounds? My permit's fine.
As is your tax declaration, I'm sure.
You've got me wrong.
I've come as a friend, to warn you.
About what?
Your neighbour, for instance.
I investigate crimes, not taxes or immigration.
Understand?
Good day.
Marcel. Wait.
Thank you, Yvette.
Could you hide the boy if need be?
Of course. Glad to.
Don't tell anyone.
Of course not. What do you
Mr. Marx.
Come here.
I've been rude at times
but things are hard.
I've got groceries going old
and I thought of you.
Sit down.
I need names. Who are your parents?
Where do you come from?
Start from the beginning.
Do you know Mahamat Saleh's family?
Go over there.
I'll write down instructions for you.
Finish the polish with a cloth.
This one?
Yes and do it well.
I need them tonight.
There are better professions
but besides a shepherd's, it's closest to people
and the last to respect the Sermon on the Mount.
Put a leash on Laika.
Will you take him? I'm off to Calais.
- How long for? - A few days.
Don't let the boy out.
Buy him some clothes and make him take a shower.
Don't worry.
Thanks, Yvette.
I've got important things to do.
I can't come tomorrow. I'll tell you later.
Stay brave.
Your taxi will be here soon.
There's a camp on the shore off Dunkirk.
I know.
- Do you know Mahamat Saleh? - Talk to him.
May I disturb you?
Got a cigarette?
Sure.
- Want to eat? - Thank you.
I'm looking for Mahamat Saleh. I heard he'd be here.
Who told you?
His compatriots in Le Havre.
What for?
For his grandson.
Why should I believe you?
Because of my blue eyes.
He's not here. He was taken to a refugee centre.
Which one?
The one here, in Calais.
His brother. Are you mocking me?
I'm the family albino
and unfortunately for you, a journalist and a lawyer.
Discrimination based on the colour...
I never...
Don't make it worse.
I've recorded everything.
- Fetch Mahamat Salem. - Yes, director.
The boy's mother has been in London for a year already.
She has no residence permit
but a good job in a Chinese laundry.
The address is
Whitechapel Road 248, at the back.
- Can you remember? - I'll write it down.
My son was going to follow her soon with Idrissa
but...
he was...
he died.
And what will you do?
The jar returns to the well until it breaks.
I'm an old man anyway
but if you can...
I give you my word.
I'm not alone. I've got friends.
Please let me know.
Don't let them deport the boy.
I won't.
A wonderful child, full of life and joy.
My cousin has a daughter
with a man
but they're not married.
Our family had a similar tragedy
in the fifties.
Isn't it wonderful for two young people to love each other?
Why should society dictate
what's right or wrong?
Police
The boy's at the railway station.
- Stay there. - Let me go.
Wait quietly.
The police are coming.
- Run. - Listen, you.
You'll be in trouble.
Idrissa's disappeared.
- I checked your home too. - When?
This morning. I was in my shop.
Calm down. I'll find him.
Good afternoon, Laika. Where's Idrissa?
- Have you been crying? - No.
Good. It won't help.
Greetings from your grandfather.
He's well and told you to obey me.
He stressed that.
Just a moment.
Come in.
Marcel
you mustn't see me like this.
Like what?
So thin and ugly.
You said you hate thin women
ones who don't appreciate food.
Thin ones are even better.
How come?
Clothes take less fabric, for one thing.
In a small car you've got room for more.
So you'd like more wives?
You've got me wrong.
Chocolate?
There, you see.
Do you mean it? It's not serious?
I wouldn't deceive you.
If you say so.
More than that.
I promise.
But now the treatment's starting and I have to be alone.
I mustn't see anyone.
Not even me?
Especially you.
You upset my equilibrium.
Would that be bad?
Extremely bad.
Come back in two weeks.
And when you come, bring me my yellow dress
the one I wore in La Rochelle.
Remember?
I remember.
But according to Matthew 12
we're not unanimous.
St. Luke says the kingdom of heaven is happy
and the gates are open for the innocent
but Christ returned to Earth.
Good afternoon, Inspector.
Good afternoon, Mr. Prefect.
Please sit down.
The press is following this case closely.
It's essential for us to make quick progress.
Yes, Mr. Prefect.
You've had a long career.
Very long.
You're our best crime investigator.
Deliver the boy to the authorities.
The sooner, the better for all of us.
I understand, Mr. Prefect.
Goodbye, Mr. Prefect.
Go inside.
A certain Marcel Marx lives nearby.
Tell me about him.
With pleasure: one of my best customers
as regular as clockwork.
He won't let an unpaid bill keep him awake.
Is his wife in hospital?
Yes, the poor woman. I heard there's no hope.
How's Marx taking it?
He's crushed. He's putting on a brave face.
Is there anyone else with him?
No one. Just a dog, poor beast.
She misses her mistress.
Thank you.
I was only doing my duty. I love society.
Won't you buy something
Inspector?
A pineapple?
A pineapple it is.
A calvados.
Leave.
Good evening, Henri.
For me?
No.
I heard about your husband.
My condolences.
Why?
He was a fatalist.
I put him behind bars.
That's what cops do.
He would have died anyway.
What do you want?
Marcel Marx. Do you care about him?
Yes
very much.
In the distance a train rolled into view.
All the compartments were lit
the windows cranked down.
We began to sing a song. We all wanted to sing.
We sang faster than the train ran.
We waved our arms. Our voices weren't enough.
We ended up in a pleasant medley with our voices.
When your voice mixes with others
you're hooked.
We sang into the ears of the distant passengers.
Grown-ups were still awake. Mothers prepared beds.
We had to hurry.
I kissed the one next to me
and offered my hand to the nearest three.
I started to run back along the road. No one called after me.
When they couldn't see me any more
I turned round and ran along the farm roads
into the forest again.
I went south towards the town of which we said:
"Strange people live there. They don't sleep."
"Why not?"
"They don't get tired."
"Why not?"
"Because they're mad."
”Don't mad people get tired?"
"How could the mad get tired?"
She's asleep.
My cousin's brother-in-law will do it.
We could swap cargoes
in international waters
but it's expensive
and the risk is great.
The boat could get confiscated.
For us, it's enough for you to pay the fuel.
And the Englishman?
3,000 euros.
I'll get the money
but I need a bit of time.
Thanks, Francis. I won't forget this.
A huge amount.
I've saved up some.
Yvette doesn't deserve to inherit.
She's so reckless:
to open up a bakery in times like these.
I've saved up 200
for my daughter's bike. It can wait.
She's only two weeks old.
Thank you, but I really couldn't.
I'll have to manage.
Arrange a charity concert. It's very trendy.
But I can't play at all.
- Hire Little Bob. - Impossible.
Why?
He won't play until Mimi returns.
Has Mimi left?
Yes. They had a row.
What about?
Gardening. An apple tree, apparently.
How long has she been gone?
Three weeks now.
Where can I find this Mimi?
All right, if Roberto apologizes.
Thank you, Jacquette.
I know you've had differences with your wife
but I'd like to arrange a trendy charity concert
with your help.
Only if Mimi comes back.
Without her my voice has no substance.
She's the road manager of my soul.
What did you argue about?
It was nothing
but she has to understand who the man of the house is.
It can't be her.
What if I can persuade her to come back.
I could dance a minuet.
Mimi.
Oh, Roberto.
The Return of Little Bob
- Hi, Idrissa. - Mr. Chang.
We're waiting.
What do you mean?
The concert begins in four hours.
What concert?
Are you drunk?
The Little Bob concert you arranged.
But it's tomorrow.
According to the poster, band and audience, today.
Shit.
Idrissa.
Take this to my wife in hospital. Her name's Arletty.
Tell her I'll come tomorrow.
Listen carefully. I'll explain how you get there.
- Can I help you? - Room 13...
The end of the hall.
Come in. Looking for me?
Are you Mrs. Arletty?
It's from Mr. Marx.
He can't come today. He'll come tomorrow.
And who are you, may I ask?
Idrissa Saleh, a friend of your husband.
What's brought you here?
I came by accident.
Have you known Marcel for long?
No. Just a couple of weeks.
Madam.
Yes?
Try to get well soon.
Mr. Marx won't manage without you.
I think so too.
Madam.
Goodbye
and good luck.
Goodbye, to you too.
Thank you.
You'd better go.
Inspector Monet. What a surprise
and this early!
It's my nature.
May I come in?
By all means.
The dark side of my work is that people don't like us.
People scream for us to help
but are they grateful?
Not a bit.
It doesn't really bother me.
I don't much like people.
But it seems to disturb my colleagues
especially the younger ones.
It may be hard to believe
but my heart has its tender spots.
I'm ruthless to real evildoers
but I don't like to see the innocent suffer.
Not you. You're not innocent
and never have been.
That's true.
Naturally I'm here completely unofficially
and I thank you for inviting me in.
A nasty wind's blowing outside
and I couldn't give you advice
without committing a breach of duty.
Naturally.
So we agree.
On my day off and as your friend
permit me to think aloud.
Here. It's your privilege.
If I were you... You find that repulsive.
Not at all.
Don't exaggerate.
Suppose I did smuggling.
This is just hypothetical.
And I had a precious parcel the border police shouldn't get.
They deal with smuggling and illegal immigration.
Your hypothesis is interesting.
So if I were you
I'd get rid of the parcel
as soon as possible.
Goodbye.
Gauthier, Goupil, Hébert, the street.
The rest, follow me.
Stay there.
Madam, we'll check the premises.
Go ahead, gentlemen.
We'll check the premises.
Talk to my wife.
With pleasure, young man.
Good morning.
Good morning, Jean-Pierre.
True. It goes well with scallops.
Yes but you have to shell them
and make the sauce and everything.
Right. I won't make scallops.
They're following you.
I know.
Is the boy safe?
I hope so. God willing, he leaves today.
A white.
May I go out the back?
Lock the door, Luc.
Go.
- Cauliflowers. - Sold out.
Go and sell your stuff to rich people.
I'm sorry.
What a greengrocer.
Liar.
My husband will kill me.
Have a nice trip.
Get going, Chang.
Thank you. I won't forget you.
Me too.
Say hello to your wife for me.
Take this:
your mother's address.
Thanks, Francis.
- You dirty... - Don't make it worse.
Do you smoke?
Move aside.
The hold's empty.
I've got my orders.
Are you questioning my authority, officer?
No, Inspector.
You can go.
I was mistaken about you.
May I apologize with a drink?
Why not. Perhaps a calvados.
Follow me, Mr. Marx.
You can pick up her things later.
Corinne, take him to Dr. Becker.
Right.
I'm sorry, Mr. Marx. I don't know what happened.
Medicine knows nothing like this.
Everything pointed to the opposite.
I heard about a patient in Shanghai
who recovered in seconds
but here in France...
I'm cured.
The disease is gone.
Let's go home, Marcel.
Look, Marcel.
The cherry tree's blooming.
I'll make dinner right away.