10 jours en or (2012) - full transcript
Bajau Marc travels the country on behalf of a clothing brand. He loves this life on the road, free from coercion and made a night of meetings. But when he starts a new tour to promote his latest conquest goes by leaving his son, Lucas, a small Métis six years - Thus begins a journey through France like no other, where Mark and Lucas will cross paths with Peter, an eccentric retired and pervasive, and that of Julie, a young woman wandering. During this odyssey, flanked by his unlikely trio, .
Department stores are new for us
and this is a special line.
It's the first two-part sock
that's stylish and warm.
The inside's thicker.
It's new and patented.
So it needs to stand out, see?
We had a deal, you know:
a ten-day promo on an aisle end.
Someone here promised that.
Yes, but we...
I don't care.
Just put the shirts away.
How will I hit my target
without an aisle end display?
OK. I'll get rid of it all.
Thanks.
Did you really get a deal
for an aisle end display?
You've got a mark there.
Sorry!
Hey, hang on! What the...?
What's your problem?
Oh, it's you, Souleyman.
-Is there a problem?
-Have you seen a girl?
Black, average build, around 30?
Cute?
OK, I'll help you look.
It's OK, they've gone.
I didn't steal it!
I swear I didn't.
Look, I'm not lying.
I believe you.
I know it's because you're cute.
They're chasing you
because you're cute. That's how it is.
Excuse me.
Marc Bajau.
Mr Pérez, I'll call you right back.
That was work.
Can I ask you your name?
Marie.
It's not often
I get locked in a toilet.
Not so soon, anyway.
-Sorry, I...
-No.
Don't worry about it.
You might think I'm crazy,
but I don't believe in chance;
everything happens for a reason.
I leave tomorrow,
but tonight I'm at the Powers Hotel,
in rue François Premier.
Room 25.
So if I can help in any way...
Oh, and by the way,
on your left as you go out
there's a door to the car park.
The gate will be open now.
Mr Pérez? It's Marc Bajau.
I'm sorry, I was with a customer.
At the stand?
I see you. I'm on my way.
Surprised?
I came from Lille this morning.
A trip to the battleground.
Have you got a minute?
The manager's provided us
with an office,
I'd like to go over some things
with you.
If I want us to stay competitive,
I'm obliged to cut costs.
Some of your colleagues
have already gone.
What are you trying to say?
That I'm halving your sales profits
and capping your expenses forthwith.
Are you joking?
The competition would snap me up.
Don't be so sure.
I might be tempted to give them
certain information about you.
I've checked, Bajau.
Every time you go anywhere,
your expenses are huge.
Right...
Sit down!
You can't have it both ways:
either you accept my terms
and I'll turn a blind eye to...
Or you refuse.
And I'll fire you.
I knew we'd come to an agreement.
I guess you've made arrangements
for tonight,
so that's OK.
But from tomorrow,
you'll change your expensive habits.
Start with that shirt.
It looks untidy.
Have a good trip!
The main haulage unions
are threatening
to block motorways and refineries.
The situation recalls that of 1995,
when the country was paralyzed
for weeks...
Sorry, I...
It's a bad time.
Not at all!
I didn't thank you before.
I'm not used to people being nice.
And since you said...
Come in.
I won't be a minute.
Marie?
Perfect.
"The other one is in my room,
number 12."
Absolutely perfect.
Hello.
Shit!
Marie?
Are you there, Marie?
Is this yours?
Shall we go?
Where to?
"5, rue du Puits, Gassin."
What the hell's going on?
What's your name?
Lucas.
OK, Lucas. I'm Mark.
Is Marie your mum?
Yes.
Where is she?
Gone.
She said a well-dressed man
would come for his shoe
and take me to Daddy Clément
at the seaside.
-Is that your address?
-Yes.
She left very early
and paid in cash.
Nadine booked her in.
I didn't see any kid...
Are you blaming me?
No, not at all.
Here's your receipt.
What's wrong?
You want me to add a bit?
No thanks.
I'm not taking it, actually.
What'll you do with the kid?
His address is on his bag:
in the suburbs.
I'll just take him home.
He seems harmless enough.
You really don't know the girl?
Have you seen him?
I'm a bit more pale-faced!
Yes, he's mixed-race.
If his mother is black,
his father must be...
Am I the only white guy
in the world?
No, he's not mine.
I'm not crazy, OK?
What have you done?
Here, put your arm underneath.
Go on.
That's it.
Enter your destination.
What's a pale-face?
A pale-face?
Someone who needs a holiday.
You have arrived.
Hurry up.
Come on! Let's go!
Is this where you live?
Can you show me where you live?
Is this it?
Marie?
DEPORTATION ORDER
Oh shit.
What are you doing?
Don't touch that!
Where's your mum?
What's up with you?
What are you doing?
I'm clearing up, aren't I?
And anyway, who are you?
What do you want? Are you a cop?
I'm a friend.
I'm looking for his mum.
Let me know if you find her.
She owes me two months' rent.
I warned her,
I'm clearing up and re-letting.
Where did she go?
I don't care.
I just don't want trouble, OK?
-Police!
-Open up!
Open this door.
This one.
Open up! Police!
Open these doors.
This one too.
Nothing here.
Mr Pérez, perfect timing!
No, I'm just setting off...
Gauthier? I know him.
Why? Have you fired him?
His wife had a baby, not him!
It's on my way, but his sector is...
OK, I'll sort something out.
Yes, I understand.
Right. OK.
Goodbye, Mr Pérez.
Right,
you can come.
But you have to be good,
do as I say without arguing,
and no tantrums, OK?
Where you do think my mummy is?
I don't know.
She must have gone on a trip.
Yes, she's gone on a trip.
Is that a TV?
No, it's a satnav.
What games can you play on it?
It's not a game.
It's for seeing where we're going.
No, don't touch it!
It's hot. It's very hot.
It'll burn you.
Won't it burn you as well?
No, not me.
Don't talk when I'm driving, OK?
I need to concentrate,
so no questions, OK?
Do you understand?
Hello.
Clean your windscreen?
Tyre pressure?
Oil and water?
No, thank you.
Is that your kid?
Why?
Oh, not because he's...
I mean...
You always let him sit up front?
No, sometimes the boot, or the roof.
Yes, very funny.
Normally kids go in the back,
on a booster seat, you know?
Have a nice day.
And Merry Christmas!
Jean-Christophe, it's Marc.
I'm coming as Gauthier's given birth.
His wife has.
Pérez asked me to pick up his sector
before Christmas.
Good job some of us
are responsible, eh?
OK. See you later.
Where's your bag?
Your bag with your clothes in?
What'll we do with no clean clothes?
You must look after your stuff!
-How old are you anyway?
-Six.
Well, you're not a baby anymore.
Oh, this is disgusting...
Couldn't you say you felt sick?
It's not hard!
You said not to talk
while you were driving.
Get in!
Stay there, don't move, OK?
Play with that. I'll be quick.
Then we'll go buy
something to wear, OK?
Be good, OK?
I have to talk to the lady,
then I'll be back.
He's very cute.
He looks like you, I think.
He's got your eyes.
Well, I mean...
they're the same shape.
Here's the flyers
for the competition and promo.
Customers spending over 60 euros
get a free gift.
Make sure they're visible.
And show off the new styles more.
And at the same time,
it all needs some sprucing up...
So, your colleague, Gauthier,
who usually comes,
how long are you replacing him for?
Just once, I hope.
At least...
I think so.
Now, the figures?
Yes.
Sorry.
Have a nice evening.
Yes, hello.
Can I speak to Clément Rozière,
please?
He's not there.
No, I'll call back another time.
Thanks.
Forget it, it's not your size!
What? You seen a ghost?
Your boss said I can sleep down here
if I lag it before 6am.
"Leg it", you mean.
"Leg it", "Leg over", you get it,
that's the main thing.
How about a drink to warm me up?
You don't look very cold.
Appearances can be deceptive!
Cigarette?
No thanks, I've given up.
I used to smoke like a chippy.
A chimney.
Yeah, I meant like a chimney.
I get words mixed up sometimes.
Always have.
My mouth's faster than my brain.
Don't you smoke?
Why the fags, then?
To light a girl's cigarette for her,
like they do in films?
That's stupid!
No, it's just if you've stopped,
I don't want to tempt you.
Oh right.
So what shall we drink to?
Rain? Winter? Full hotels?
To chance.
And the nice surprises it brings.
The worst thing is
that I bet your bullshit works.
I know how you barmen
fancy yourselves.
I've met a few.
So, are you just passing through?
Oh, you're so formal!
Is this all part of your spiel?
Are you trying to sweeten me up?
Are you just crashing overnight?
Every hotel-goer is, aren't they?
I'm going to Italy.
Hitchhiking.
That's pretty far.
I like it, taking my time,
being on the road, all that.
It's my thing.
What's that smell?
I think your knickers are on fire.
Shit!
You haven't even drunk your drink!
You think I'm easy because I'm ugly?
Is that it?
No, you're not ugly.
You're great, you're very...
Very undressed. But not very stupid.
Right, I need to finish my washing.
I'm off early tomorrow.
Thanks.
My name's Marc.
What about you?
Hang on,
how many girls have you seen here,
just passing through,
give them a drink
hoping to jump them?
I don't work here.
You said looks can be deceptive.
OK, right.
Julie.
I'm heading south tomorrow,
for work.
If you'd like a lift...
Goodnight, Julie.
Can you leave the light on?
You're still dressed.
Come on, take that off.
Come along!
Lift your arms up.
Help me out, here.
What's that?
It's an amulet.
Mu mummy gave it to me.
It's for good luck.
Right, well, keep it on.
Right.
We may as well do some washing, too.
Here,
take the soap, put some on
your hands and rub hard, OK?
And don't move, OK?
I'll be back in a minute.
Are you sure you're six?
A small six, then.
Same as yesterday.
You stay here, OK?
I'll be keeping an eye on you. OK?
I don't want any more.
There. OK? I'll be right back.
Are you lost?
Have you seen Santa Claus?
No.
What's your name?
Lucas.
Where's your mummy?
She's gone away on a trip.
But I mustn't be sad
and mustn't try to find her.
OK, great. Thank you.
Excuse me, do you work here?
If needs be.
But I'm not for sale, sorry!
I don't know my boyfriend's size
in underwear.
Is he tall? Muscly?
Compared to me?
A bit less.
Tall?
No, muscly.
MAN Size four should fit.
Why not socks as well?
These new MAN ones have two parts.
They're warm and stylish.
Baggy thick socks round your ankles
in winter aren't...
The inside's thicker in these.
It's new and patented. Here.
Lucas is waiting for the well-dressed
man at customer services.
I repeat,
Lucas is waiting for the well-dressed
man at customer services.
Lucas!
What did I say? Huh?
Not to move!
Is this your son?
I just thought... since he's...
I was expecting someone more...
I mean a bit less...
Less pale?
It's winter.
Anyway,
thanks for bringing him back.
-My pleasure.
-What's that?
It's to play cowboys.
No cowboys. OK?
We'll leave it here.
Now let's go!
Hey, we had a deal,
don't you remember?
No tantrums.
Stop it!
It's my fault.
We passed
the toy section earlier, so...
I bought him a present.
You buy guns for kids?
It's just a toy.
-Say thanks to Mr...
-Mr Pierre.
Thank you, Mr Pierre.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks a lot.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
I don't live far,
could you give me a lift?
I'm a bit loaded up,
and it's cold, isn't it?
It'd be great.
You'd do me a real favour.
Well...
I brought your little boy back...
Do you know Didier Drogba?
The name rings a bell.
Is he a football player?
He's my favourite.
The boy says
you're going to the seaside?
Yes, to Marseille.
Ah, the south!
Sunshine, boats,
travel...
For my wife,
the south was everything.
She was born and grew up there.
Do you have family there?
Is this the way?
Yes.
Thank you very much.
It was very kind of you to bring me.
Very kind indeed.
Happy to help.
You're lucky
to have a little boy like that.
They change your life, children.
But no booster seat?
Seats and boosters for children.
I know.
It's in his mother's car.
You know women.
Oh yes. It's not easy.
Anyway, I need to be somewhere.
I've got to go.
Have a nice day.
Have a nice day.
Where are we going now?
To another shop.
He forgot his bag!
Shit, shit, shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
We'd better take it up then.
Is it here?
Come on!
No, Lucas...
Lucas!
How much have you drunk?
You've brought my bag back.
That's so kind!
You're a good little boy, you know.
It's a sign.
A what?
A sign.
Has Isabelle arrived? Right.
Has she had time to prepare
her figures, targets and all that?
Tell her to have it ready
as I can't stay long.
I got held up but I'm on my way now.
Thank you.
Well?
He says he's hardly drunk a thing...
And he has an appointment down south
and you're taking him?
What? Can't you see
this guy's losing his marbles?
Look, I'm fine, I can assure you!
It's disinfectant, that's all.
I've hardly drunk any.
I worked with solvents all my life,
I know it takes more
than just a drop...
I need to go down south!
It's important! Do you understand?
Lucas, tell them! Tell your daddy:
Pierre needs to go down south!
Tell him it's important!
Lucas, tell them!
OK, so can I go now?
Usually, in these cases,
I have to inform the police.
But with Christmas,
I don't have time.
-Well that's great, me neither.
-Wait!
Is the kid yours?
What do you think?
Right, Lucas, let's go!
Lucas? Come on!
What the...?
You've got to be kidding!
Damn it!
Excuse me,
My car's been vandalised.
Did you see who did it?
I was busy upstairs...
You must do something about it!
Sorry, Sir,
but I'm a paramedic, not a cop.
Right, now where is he?
Your son?
In the ambulance with his grandpa.
He insisted, we were in a rush.
His grandpa?
Yes.
His grandpa...
He's at the hospital
on rue du Faubourg Reine.
Do you know it?
We can show you the way.
You've no booster seat?
Are you a cop now?
You'll follow me?
As I told your colleague,
I'm covering Gauthier's region.
I was going to come this afternoon but
something came up and I've no time...
Of course it's not an excuse
to avoid you, Isabelle.
It's just that my car broke down.
Could you email your figures to me,
please?
And I'm counting on you
for the promo.
And don't tell Pérez!
He's on my case.
Bye. I owe you one.
And lots of love, of course.
You can't just run off like that!
I told you to stay put!
Don't you get it? Goodness me!
And what on earth is that?
Felt tip all over your new shirt?
I can't keep chasing around
after you!
My life's been a series of disasters
since you came along!
So I'm going to take you
to the police and we're done. OK?
What's going on here?
You're in a hospital, Sir.
Please keep your voice down.
Listen Lucas, we need to go now, OK?
Why don't you like me?
What are you talking about?
You said I was a disaster.
You don't get it.
I do get it. Just go, then.
I'll stay with Pierre
and he'll take me to Daddy Clément.
Is it my fault Pierre is poorly?
Of course it's not your fault.
It's just bad luck, that's all.
Don't worry, he'll be fine.
Are you sad, sometimes?
No, I don't have the time.
Everything'll be OK.
I'm sure Pierre will be OK.
Shall we wait for him?
Do you want to play schools?
Go on, I'll be right here.
Hey Lucas,
stand up for yourself, OK?
Is it good?
I'm Guillaume Delmas.
I'm looking after your father.
He's not my father.
Is Pierre better now?
It's the same every year,
they do it so they don't have
to spend Christmas alone.
One even swallowed staples, once.
But in your case, he'd hardly drunk
anything, he'll be fine.
It was nice of you to stay
because...
sometimes even families aren't...
He wanted to.
Oh, that's nice.
You must be proud of your son.
He's not my son.
Be quick.
He can't be far.
We told the police,
the social worker's calling his wife.
He says she lives in Peru.
We'll let you know...?
That won't be necessary.
We're not staying in the area,
we're in a hurry. Thanks.
Right, Lucas, we're going now.
Lucas, we're going now!
Where's Pierre?
He's gone away on a trip.
-Why?
-He must have felt better
and got fed up so he left.
You're talking rubbish.
Why are you talking rubbish?
No!
Right, that's it, I give up.
Let go now, little man. Let's go!
Here.
Blow.
No, keep it.
Crying one minute,
laughing the next...
Enter your destination.
Where are we going?
Lyon.
Where's that?
On the way to Iceland.
It isn't really.
It's in the middle of France.
In the Rhone Valley.
Do you know the Rhone?
Yes.
Name a town on the Rhone.
Normandy.
Clear off!
I'm not getting in with beaknits!
You mean beatniks.
Did you follow me?
Sadly, not.
But nothing happens by chance,
it's all for a reason.
Is this clown car yours?
Do you want a ride?
Why? Are you going to Toulon?
Almost.
As long as you don't try to...
You get me?
Oh, shit.
Get in!
Is he your son?
Half mine.
I don't doubt that.
You didn't tell me you had a kid.
What's your name?
Lucas. He's shy.
I'm not shy!
Hi, Lucas.
I'm Julie.
He's really sweet.
Mixed race, really cute.
Where's his mother from?
Guadeloupe, Mali, Madagascar?
She's gone away.
Are you going to Toulon then?
You said...
I put that on the sign,
otherwise nobody will stop.
Hey, there's a guy behind
waving at you.
Pierre!
It's Pierre!
Do you know him?
Lucas!
Wait for me! Wait!
Lucas, get back in the car!
Take me with you, please!
Are you mad?
I can't! I've a job, work to do!
Appointments to keep!
What about her, then?
I've got an appointment too,
one I can't miss.
I didn't think I'd make it
and now our paths have crossed.
So obviously,
I thought it's now or never!
Enough now! Lucas!
Come on, Lucas!
What on earth's going on?
Mr Pérez...
Is there a problem?
Everything's fine.
I beg you,
don't leave me here on my own!
Doesn't look fine. Are you OK?
Never you mind! Clear off!
Time of the month, is it?
What's with Mr Bean?
Nothing! Come on, get in!
You too! Lucas, come on!
Hurry up before I change my mind.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Yeah, whatever. Arsehole!
Why am I doing this? Why?
What?
Nothing!
What was all that with that guy?
Couldn't help it.
I can't stand
these part-time do-gooders,
all side partings and coughlinks.
Cufflinks.
What?
OPERATION GO-SLOW
ROAD BLOCKED IN FIVE KM
That's all we need.
Shit.
Enter your destination.
What's wrong with the main road?
Everyone else'll be
on the main road.
Leave it to me.
In four hundred metres, turn right.
You drive fast!
You wanted a lift, didn't you?
What?
Turn right.
What are you doing?
Turn left.
You have arrived.
Shit!
I wasn't even scared.
It's all my fault.
Who are you, anyway?
He drank some Duck,
but now he's better.
I can't get a signal.
Can you get one on yours?
I haven't got one.
I can't stand people calling me
for the slightest thing.
"Where are you? What are you doing?"
Aren't I allowed?
There's lots you can't stand.
You're helping me.
It's definitely stuck.
We're in big trouble now!
Will you help me pick up
the leaflets?
What have I got myself into?
Pierre filled me in.
It's not the end of the world.
If he wants to do a runner
from hospital for an appointment,
what's it to you?
Of course.
What?
-What did you say?
-You wouldn't understand.
What does that mean?
You really are talking crap!
I have to be in Lyon
tomorrow morning
or I might well lose my job.
The only job I can do,
the only job I've ever done.
Happy now? Do you get it?
Yeah, I guess.
I always got on with my life in peace
without any hassle. But now,
what went wrong?
And the kid?
Whose is he?
I'm not stupid.
You're a playboy
with no wedding ring,
and the kid's dressed like a clown.
And you've no booster seat.
Damn the bloody booster seat!
His mum's got a few problems.
I'm taking him to his dad's.
Satisfied?
What sort of problems?
Like we all have.
Maybe not you,
but I've got plenty right now.
I'd have had a look at the engine,
but I don't know how to open it.
But if I can help...?
You've done enough.
We'll walk to a town.
I was wondering
if you do your flyers on a computer?
The visuals, I mean.
It's what I used to do.
Before computers came along.
I used to design labels,
for tins of food, actually.
Right. Where's Lucas?
Lucas!
Lucas, he's... He was just here.
He was helping me.
Can't he stay put for two seconds,
this kid?
I don't believe it.
Oh my God! My God!
What's wrong?
The little boy fell in the water,
picking up the flyers.
-It's all my fault.
-No...
Yes, it's his fault!
You can't leave a kid alone
out here!
Kids need caring for!
What are you doing?
I'll dive in to look.
That's enough! You're crazy!
Are you there?
I found this in the woods!
Are you sure about this village?
What?
Isn't that what they say,
all roads lead to Rome?
You wanted to go to Italy
so you're on your way.
Where's Rome? Is it far?
Here, you can keep it.
I've stopped crying now.
Are you tired?
Climb on.
Hold on tight.
What?
Let's get a move on.
Did you think
I'd fallen in the water?
Hold on tight, I said.
We're going to freeze to death
thanks to you.
Fantastic.
If only my wife could see me now!
She wouldn't believe it.
She was like you.
Always wanting to travel,
up hill and down dale.
-Did you ever go too?
-Yes.
Once I forced myself to go,
but I didn't like it.
In fact,
I've never really enjoyed anything.
After that,
I just let her go on her own.
Then one day,
she went to Peru,
I'm not sure where,
it was thirty years ago.
She met a guy who also loved
travelling and all that.
So, as you can imagine,
she never came back.
She settled over there, with him.
And that was that.
That stinks.
What stinks?
Nothing. Nothing stinks.
I've always kept in touch with her,
with her partner, too.
He's a nice guy. He's called Pablo.
They're a nice couple.
Sometimes, loving someone
means accepting being apart.
I'm hungry.
Wait...
Can you hear that?
What is it?
I don't want any more.
It's too cold tonight.
I'll look at your car with my son
in the morning.
He's good at mechanics.
And not just bikes!
I'll find you a perch.
It's OK, it's a big house.
How far away from Lyon are we?
I have to be there in the morning.
It's do-able.
Unless your steering's knackered.
Pierre!
I'm coming.
That's odd.
Why is everything dark?
Happy birthday!
Thank you.
TEN GOLDEN DAYS
This number is unavailable.
What are you doing?
Calling his dad.
Now's not the time, supper's ready.
And he needs his bed.
I don't know what time's bedtime
but I think he's tired.
There...
Will you tell me a story?
I'm not very good at stories.
Aren't you tired?
Please?
Well just one, OK?
It's the story of a frog
who wanted to be as big as a bull.
Why?
Because it was jealous, that's why.
The little frog wanted to be
as big as a big bull.
What's a bull?
A bull is like a cow.
You know how you have
men and women?
Well, you also have bulls and cows.
You see?
Right,
so the frog ate everything
it could find, to get bigger.
It ate carrots,
courgettes, melons, strawberries.
Carrots?
If you want to get bigger,
you eat everything!
Why not sweets?
Sweets too, it ate sweets.
Kilos of sweets, OK?
Was it rich, the frog?
What?
Mummy said rich people
eat more than us.
Yes, I suppose so.
It was rich.
Well anyway, it ate and ate,
and it got bigger.
Bigger and bigger and bigger.
And then, all of a sudden,
it exploded! BOOM!
BANG!
Why did it explode?
Because it ate too much.
If I eat too much, will I explode?
No. You're not a frog, are you?
Of course not.
Off to sleep now, OK?
Are we nearly at Daddy Clément's?
Yes.
Shall I leave the light on?
Where are you going?
I'll be right next door, OK?
Shall I leave the door open?
OK?
Hey, Marc?
Now what?
You're good at telling stories.
The story of a frog who wanted to be
as big as a cow's husband.
It ate kilos of sweets.
And all of a sudden,
it went BANG and exploded.
And it was so rich
that it ate even more sweets,
ice cream, chocolate and bread
and more sweets
and ice cream,
and then it exploded! BANG!
Sorry...
The boy's tucked up in bed?
I was just saying,
you've been lucky.
With the strike
and the traffic jams,
many folk'll kip in their cars
tonight.
At least you avoided that.
It's kind of you
to take us in like this.
Along with your wife,
your son and your mum.
It's great to be part
of a family like this.
Cheers!
Cheers!
It's mine, too, today.
My birthday...
You should have said!
I didn't think. I haven't
celebrated it for years, so...
Well, happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
They thought we were a couple!
Anyone can see
you're a lot older than me!
Such a charmer!
Why are you smiling? What is it?
I'm not smiling.
Yes, you are, I saw you.
Don't think I want to sleep
on a sofa-bed with you!
And keep your trousers on!
I'd planned to do just that.
What's the matter? What is it now?
You've only got a small rucksack,
a thin coat, canvas trainers...
You're no backpacker.
Travelling's not your thing.
You look at your stomach,
you're giving up smoking,
you don't drink
and I saw you at the hospital.
What about the father?
Does he know?
I met mine at my mum's funeral.
Saw him for less than an hour.
We'd nothing to say to each other.
After, I said "Goodbye, Sir."
I don't have his name,
my mum said he was dead.
But it wasn't true.
-Let me tell you...
-You're wrong.
I'm not up the duff.
I'm not up the duff.
I worked in a travel agency
for seven months.
Before that, I'd done loads
of crappy little jobs.
It was really cool there,
something I'd always dreamt of.
So I behaved, I was careful
how I spoke and all that.
Then one evening, my boss grabs my
arse, so I turn round and slap him.
And the pervert sacks me.
Of course.
The thing was
that I couldn't bring myself
to tell my friends and my parents.
They'd have said I was too mouthy,
I couldn't hold down a job.
So I just took off. That's it.
I might lose my job, too.
And the only people I can talk to
are a half-dyslexic,
unemployed fake backpacker,
a six-year-old and an old man
who drinks Toilet Duck.
Well...
What are you doing?
I move a lot in my sleep.
I don't want a slap.
You're such an idiot!
Actually,
it's not my birthday.
I just wanted it to be.
Goodnight, Marc.
Goodnight, Julie.
And this morning, police stopped
a cargo ship in Calais
carrying ten illegal immigrants
heading for the United Kingdom.
An African woman in her 30s
jumped overboard
when the police arrived.
Her body was recovered
and an inquest is underway.
Enough reading, we have to go now.
Won't you help me?
Not bothered, right?
Are these boots too small?
That's it.
Right, where are your gloves?
In my boots.
Yes, Mr Pérez.
Bajau, at last!
What's going on?
Where have you been?
I was just going to call you.
I couldn't get a signal
on the B roads.
I can't hear you very well...
What's all this about you
crashing your car?
What crash?
Isabelle from the Dijon store
told me everything. Well?
Well?
Everything's sorted now. It's fine.
-Isabelle's mailing me...
-Forget it, Bajau!
Pardon?
Forget your grand tour. It's over.
Be in Zurich first thing tomorrow.
Zurich? But I thought...
Tomorrow, 9am.
Sylvie will send you
the list of places to visit.
Make sure you're contactable!
There you go!
Now we've got someone
for Switzerland.
Is there a problem?
No.
Being on my own all night,
I had plenty of time to think.
Italy's for another day.
The farmer's son's taking me
to the station.
Are you going away?
Where to?
Back to my family.
I've got some things to tell them.
If I ever have a little boy,
I'd like him to be as sweet as you!
Thanks.
You'll call me?
But you haven't got a phone.
Is Julie your girlfriend?
What are you talking about?
It'll do for now
but get it checked by a garage.
Oh yes, I forgot to warn you.
Who did that?
I did!
It was partly my fault,
so I thought I'd sort it out.
My colours were limited, but...
Do you like it?
You like it?
They're daisies!
Daisies are so pretty.
Are you sure? You'll be OK?
Yes.
Where are you going?
I've got an appointment
with my wife.
Why didn't you say? If you'd said...
You didn't say you were taking Lucas
to his father either.
You know, my job...
it was all that mattered.
I had little secrets.
I wanted to pass them onto my son.
My son.
But I never had one.
I can't have children.
But that's how it is,
you can't always get what you want.
After that, I couldn't be bothered.
So my wife left me,
went off on her own. As for me,
I haven't been anywhere for years.
Then I saw the little boy
at the shopping centre,
and that was that.
Here, I'll lend him to you,
then you won't be lonely.
Two days ago, I couldn't be bothered
with anything.
Thank you, Marc, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
Right, little man,
I'll drop you off.
I'm looking for Clément Rozière.
Does he live here?
Yes.
Is that lady trying to be
like the frog?
It's for you.
You are...?
Father Clément.
Clément Rozière.
And you? Are you Lucas?
Wow, you've really grown!
Aren't you going to say hello?
You don't remember me.
He's really grown.
He looks really healthy now.
He was in such a bad way
when they arrived.
How do we know it's her?
She's not the only immigrant
heading for Britain.
She sent me this for Lucas.
She wrote that a man she trusted
would bring him here.
She hoped she hadn't made a mistake.
Of all the women I've taken in here,
she was the biggest fighter.
She wanted him to have a better life
than she. Did all she could.
Even leaving him,
so he'd have a better life.
Listen...
I'm sorry, I would love to help
but I can't, I have commitments.
You see...
I absolutely have to be
in Zurich tomorrow.
That's how it is.
I've got to go.
Aren't you going to say goodbye?
What do you think it is?
You're rubbish, it's a frog.
Listen, Lucas, it's complicated.
I need to tell you something.
You know your mummy, she's...
... she's gone away on a trip.
Yes. But a very long trip.
Very far away.
So far, she won't be coming back,
Lucas.
Do you understand?
I have to go now. Because of work.
I brought you here, but now...
I've got to go.
I'm really pleased to have met you.
-Where are we going?
-To buy a booster seat.
TEN GOLDEN DAYS
Subtitle translation by Gail Bond
and this is a special line.
It's the first two-part sock
that's stylish and warm.
The inside's thicker.
It's new and patented.
So it needs to stand out, see?
We had a deal, you know:
a ten-day promo on an aisle end.
Someone here promised that.
Yes, but we...
I don't care.
Just put the shirts away.
How will I hit my target
without an aisle end display?
OK. I'll get rid of it all.
Thanks.
Did you really get a deal
for an aisle end display?
You've got a mark there.
Sorry!
Hey, hang on! What the...?
What's your problem?
Oh, it's you, Souleyman.
-Is there a problem?
-Have you seen a girl?
Black, average build, around 30?
Cute?
OK, I'll help you look.
It's OK, they've gone.
I didn't steal it!
I swear I didn't.
Look, I'm not lying.
I believe you.
I know it's because you're cute.
They're chasing you
because you're cute. That's how it is.
Excuse me.
Marc Bajau.
Mr Pérez, I'll call you right back.
That was work.
Can I ask you your name?
Marie.
It's not often
I get locked in a toilet.
Not so soon, anyway.
-Sorry, I...
-No.
Don't worry about it.
You might think I'm crazy,
but I don't believe in chance;
everything happens for a reason.
I leave tomorrow,
but tonight I'm at the Powers Hotel,
in rue François Premier.
Room 25.
So if I can help in any way...
Oh, and by the way,
on your left as you go out
there's a door to the car park.
The gate will be open now.
Mr Pérez? It's Marc Bajau.
I'm sorry, I was with a customer.
At the stand?
I see you. I'm on my way.
Surprised?
I came from Lille this morning.
A trip to the battleground.
Have you got a minute?
The manager's provided us
with an office,
I'd like to go over some things
with you.
If I want us to stay competitive,
I'm obliged to cut costs.
Some of your colleagues
have already gone.
What are you trying to say?
That I'm halving your sales profits
and capping your expenses forthwith.
Are you joking?
The competition would snap me up.
Don't be so sure.
I might be tempted to give them
certain information about you.
I've checked, Bajau.
Every time you go anywhere,
your expenses are huge.
Right...
Sit down!
You can't have it both ways:
either you accept my terms
and I'll turn a blind eye to...
Or you refuse.
And I'll fire you.
I knew we'd come to an agreement.
I guess you've made arrangements
for tonight,
so that's OK.
But from tomorrow,
you'll change your expensive habits.
Start with that shirt.
It looks untidy.
Have a good trip!
The main haulage unions
are threatening
to block motorways and refineries.
The situation recalls that of 1995,
when the country was paralyzed
for weeks...
Sorry, I...
It's a bad time.
Not at all!
I didn't thank you before.
I'm not used to people being nice.
And since you said...
Come in.
I won't be a minute.
Marie?
Perfect.
"The other one is in my room,
number 12."
Absolutely perfect.
Hello.
Shit!
Marie?
Are you there, Marie?
Is this yours?
Shall we go?
Where to?
"5, rue du Puits, Gassin."
What the hell's going on?
What's your name?
Lucas.
OK, Lucas. I'm Mark.
Is Marie your mum?
Yes.
Where is she?
Gone.
She said a well-dressed man
would come for his shoe
and take me to Daddy Clément
at the seaside.
-Is that your address?
-Yes.
She left very early
and paid in cash.
Nadine booked her in.
I didn't see any kid...
Are you blaming me?
No, not at all.
Here's your receipt.
What's wrong?
You want me to add a bit?
No thanks.
I'm not taking it, actually.
What'll you do with the kid?
His address is on his bag:
in the suburbs.
I'll just take him home.
He seems harmless enough.
You really don't know the girl?
Have you seen him?
I'm a bit more pale-faced!
Yes, he's mixed-race.
If his mother is black,
his father must be...
Am I the only white guy
in the world?
No, he's not mine.
I'm not crazy, OK?
What have you done?
Here, put your arm underneath.
Go on.
That's it.
Enter your destination.
What's a pale-face?
A pale-face?
Someone who needs a holiday.
You have arrived.
Hurry up.
Come on! Let's go!
Is this where you live?
Can you show me where you live?
Is this it?
Marie?
DEPORTATION ORDER
Oh shit.
What are you doing?
Don't touch that!
Where's your mum?
What's up with you?
What are you doing?
I'm clearing up, aren't I?
And anyway, who are you?
What do you want? Are you a cop?
I'm a friend.
I'm looking for his mum.
Let me know if you find her.
She owes me two months' rent.
I warned her,
I'm clearing up and re-letting.
Where did she go?
I don't care.
I just don't want trouble, OK?
-Police!
-Open up!
Open this door.
This one.
Open up! Police!
Open these doors.
This one too.
Nothing here.
Mr Pérez, perfect timing!
No, I'm just setting off...
Gauthier? I know him.
Why? Have you fired him?
His wife had a baby, not him!
It's on my way, but his sector is...
OK, I'll sort something out.
Yes, I understand.
Right. OK.
Goodbye, Mr Pérez.
Right,
you can come.
But you have to be good,
do as I say without arguing,
and no tantrums, OK?
Where you do think my mummy is?
I don't know.
She must have gone on a trip.
Yes, she's gone on a trip.
Is that a TV?
No, it's a satnav.
What games can you play on it?
It's not a game.
It's for seeing where we're going.
No, don't touch it!
It's hot. It's very hot.
It'll burn you.
Won't it burn you as well?
No, not me.
Don't talk when I'm driving, OK?
I need to concentrate,
so no questions, OK?
Do you understand?
Hello.
Clean your windscreen?
Tyre pressure?
Oil and water?
No, thank you.
Is that your kid?
Why?
Oh, not because he's...
I mean...
You always let him sit up front?
No, sometimes the boot, or the roof.
Yes, very funny.
Normally kids go in the back,
on a booster seat, you know?
Have a nice day.
And Merry Christmas!
Jean-Christophe, it's Marc.
I'm coming as Gauthier's given birth.
His wife has.
Pérez asked me to pick up his sector
before Christmas.
Good job some of us
are responsible, eh?
OK. See you later.
Where's your bag?
Your bag with your clothes in?
What'll we do with no clean clothes?
You must look after your stuff!
-How old are you anyway?
-Six.
Well, you're not a baby anymore.
Oh, this is disgusting...
Couldn't you say you felt sick?
It's not hard!
You said not to talk
while you were driving.
Get in!
Stay there, don't move, OK?
Play with that. I'll be quick.
Then we'll go buy
something to wear, OK?
Be good, OK?
I have to talk to the lady,
then I'll be back.
He's very cute.
He looks like you, I think.
He's got your eyes.
Well, I mean...
they're the same shape.
Here's the flyers
for the competition and promo.
Customers spending over 60 euros
get a free gift.
Make sure they're visible.
And show off the new styles more.
And at the same time,
it all needs some sprucing up...
So, your colleague, Gauthier,
who usually comes,
how long are you replacing him for?
Just once, I hope.
At least...
I think so.
Now, the figures?
Yes.
Sorry.
Have a nice evening.
Yes, hello.
Can I speak to Clément Rozière,
please?
He's not there.
No, I'll call back another time.
Thanks.
Forget it, it's not your size!
What? You seen a ghost?
Your boss said I can sleep down here
if I lag it before 6am.
"Leg it", you mean.
"Leg it", "Leg over", you get it,
that's the main thing.
How about a drink to warm me up?
You don't look very cold.
Appearances can be deceptive!
Cigarette?
No thanks, I've given up.
I used to smoke like a chippy.
A chimney.
Yeah, I meant like a chimney.
I get words mixed up sometimes.
Always have.
My mouth's faster than my brain.
Don't you smoke?
Why the fags, then?
To light a girl's cigarette for her,
like they do in films?
That's stupid!
No, it's just if you've stopped,
I don't want to tempt you.
Oh right.
So what shall we drink to?
Rain? Winter? Full hotels?
To chance.
And the nice surprises it brings.
The worst thing is
that I bet your bullshit works.
I know how you barmen
fancy yourselves.
I've met a few.
So, are you just passing through?
Oh, you're so formal!
Is this all part of your spiel?
Are you trying to sweeten me up?
Are you just crashing overnight?
Every hotel-goer is, aren't they?
I'm going to Italy.
Hitchhiking.
That's pretty far.
I like it, taking my time,
being on the road, all that.
It's my thing.
What's that smell?
I think your knickers are on fire.
Shit!
You haven't even drunk your drink!
You think I'm easy because I'm ugly?
Is that it?
No, you're not ugly.
You're great, you're very...
Very undressed. But not very stupid.
Right, I need to finish my washing.
I'm off early tomorrow.
Thanks.
My name's Marc.
What about you?
Hang on,
how many girls have you seen here,
just passing through,
give them a drink
hoping to jump them?
I don't work here.
You said looks can be deceptive.
OK, right.
Julie.
I'm heading south tomorrow,
for work.
If you'd like a lift...
Goodnight, Julie.
Can you leave the light on?
You're still dressed.
Come on, take that off.
Come along!
Lift your arms up.
Help me out, here.
What's that?
It's an amulet.
Mu mummy gave it to me.
It's for good luck.
Right, well, keep it on.
Right.
We may as well do some washing, too.
Here,
take the soap, put some on
your hands and rub hard, OK?
And don't move, OK?
I'll be back in a minute.
Are you sure you're six?
A small six, then.
Same as yesterday.
You stay here, OK?
I'll be keeping an eye on you. OK?
I don't want any more.
There. OK? I'll be right back.
Are you lost?
Have you seen Santa Claus?
No.
What's your name?
Lucas.
Where's your mummy?
She's gone away on a trip.
But I mustn't be sad
and mustn't try to find her.
OK, great. Thank you.
Excuse me, do you work here?
If needs be.
But I'm not for sale, sorry!
I don't know my boyfriend's size
in underwear.
Is he tall? Muscly?
Compared to me?
A bit less.
Tall?
No, muscly.
MAN Size four should fit.
Why not socks as well?
These new MAN ones have two parts.
They're warm and stylish.
Baggy thick socks round your ankles
in winter aren't...
The inside's thicker in these.
It's new and patented. Here.
Lucas is waiting for the well-dressed
man at customer services.
I repeat,
Lucas is waiting for the well-dressed
man at customer services.
Lucas!
What did I say? Huh?
Not to move!
Is this your son?
I just thought... since he's...
I was expecting someone more...
I mean a bit less...
Less pale?
It's winter.
Anyway,
thanks for bringing him back.
-My pleasure.
-What's that?
It's to play cowboys.
No cowboys. OK?
We'll leave it here.
Now let's go!
Hey, we had a deal,
don't you remember?
No tantrums.
Stop it!
It's my fault.
We passed
the toy section earlier, so...
I bought him a present.
You buy guns for kids?
It's just a toy.
-Say thanks to Mr...
-Mr Pierre.
Thank you, Mr Pierre.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks a lot.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
I don't live far,
could you give me a lift?
I'm a bit loaded up,
and it's cold, isn't it?
It'd be great.
You'd do me a real favour.
Well...
I brought your little boy back...
Do you know Didier Drogba?
The name rings a bell.
Is he a football player?
He's my favourite.
The boy says
you're going to the seaside?
Yes, to Marseille.
Ah, the south!
Sunshine, boats,
travel...
For my wife,
the south was everything.
She was born and grew up there.
Do you have family there?
Is this the way?
Yes.
Thank you very much.
It was very kind of you to bring me.
Very kind indeed.
Happy to help.
You're lucky
to have a little boy like that.
They change your life, children.
But no booster seat?
Seats and boosters for children.
I know.
It's in his mother's car.
You know women.
Oh yes. It's not easy.
Anyway, I need to be somewhere.
I've got to go.
Have a nice day.
Have a nice day.
Where are we going now?
To another shop.
He forgot his bag!
Shit, shit, shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
We'd better take it up then.
Is it here?
Come on!
No, Lucas...
Lucas!
How much have you drunk?
You've brought my bag back.
That's so kind!
You're a good little boy, you know.
It's a sign.
A what?
A sign.
Has Isabelle arrived? Right.
Has she had time to prepare
her figures, targets and all that?
Tell her to have it ready
as I can't stay long.
I got held up but I'm on my way now.
Thank you.
Well?
He says he's hardly drunk a thing...
And he has an appointment down south
and you're taking him?
What? Can't you see
this guy's losing his marbles?
Look, I'm fine, I can assure you!
It's disinfectant, that's all.
I've hardly drunk any.
I worked with solvents all my life,
I know it takes more
than just a drop...
I need to go down south!
It's important! Do you understand?
Lucas, tell them! Tell your daddy:
Pierre needs to go down south!
Tell him it's important!
Lucas, tell them!
OK, so can I go now?
Usually, in these cases,
I have to inform the police.
But with Christmas,
I don't have time.
-Well that's great, me neither.
-Wait!
Is the kid yours?
What do you think?
Right, Lucas, let's go!
Lucas? Come on!
What the...?
You've got to be kidding!
Damn it!
Excuse me,
My car's been vandalised.
Did you see who did it?
I was busy upstairs...
You must do something about it!
Sorry, Sir,
but I'm a paramedic, not a cop.
Right, now where is he?
Your son?
In the ambulance with his grandpa.
He insisted, we were in a rush.
His grandpa?
Yes.
His grandpa...
He's at the hospital
on rue du Faubourg Reine.
Do you know it?
We can show you the way.
You've no booster seat?
Are you a cop now?
You'll follow me?
As I told your colleague,
I'm covering Gauthier's region.
I was going to come this afternoon but
something came up and I've no time...
Of course it's not an excuse
to avoid you, Isabelle.
It's just that my car broke down.
Could you email your figures to me,
please?
And I'm counting on you
for the promo.
And don't tell Pérez!
He's on my case.
Bye. I owe you one.
And lots of love, of course.
You can't just run off like that!
I told you to stay put!
Don't you get it? Goodness me!
And what on earth is that?
Felt tip all over your new shirt?
I can't keep chasing around
after you!
My life's been a series of disasters
since you came along!
So I'm going to take you
to the police and we're done. OK?
What's going on here?
You're in a hospital, Sir.
Please keep your voice down.
Listen Lucas, we need to go now, OK?
Why don't you like me?
What are you talking about?
You said I was a disaster.
You don't get it.
I do get it. Just go, then.
I'll stay with Pierre
and he'll take me to Daddy Clément.
Is it my fault Pierre is poorly?
Of course it's not your fault.
It's just bad luck, that's all.
Don't worry, he'll be fine.
Are you sad, sometimes?
No, I don't have the time.
Everything'll be OK.
I'm sure Pierre will be OK.
Shall we wait for him?
Do you want to play schools?
Go on, I'll be right here.
Hey Lucas,
stand up for yourself, OK?
Is it good?
I'm Guillaume Delmas.
I'm looking after your father.
He's not my father.
Is Pierre better now?
It's the same every year,
they do it so they don't have
to spend Christmas alone.
One even swallowed staples, once.
But in your case, he'd hardly drunk
anything, he'll be fine.
It was nice of you to stay
because...
sometimes even families aren't...
He wanted to.
Oh, that's nice.
You must be proud of your son.
He's not my son.
Be quick.
He can't be far.
We told the police,
the social worker's calling his wife.
He says she lives in Peru.
We'll let you know...?
That won't be necessary.
We're not staying in the area,
we're in a hurry. Thanks.
Right, Lucas, we're going now.
Lucas, we're going now!
Where's Pierre?
He's gone away on a trip.
-Why?
-He must have felt better
and got fed up so he left.
You're talking rubbish.
Why are you talking rubbish?
No!
Right, that's it, I give up.
Let go now, little man. Let's go!
Here.
Blow.
No, keep it.
Crying one minute,
laughing the next...
Enter your destination.
Where are we going?
Lyon.
Where's that?
On the way to Iceland.
It isn't really.
It's in the middle of France.
In the Rhone Valley.
Do you know the Rhone?
Yes.
Name a town on the Rhone.
Normandy.
Clear off!
I'm not getting in with beaknits!
You mean beatniks.
Did you follow me?
Sadly, not.
But nothing happens by chance,
it's all for a reason.
Is this clown car yours?
Do you want a ride?
Why? Are you going to Toulon?
Almost.
As long as you don't try to...
You get me?
Oh, shit.
Get in!
Is he your son?
Half mine.
I don't doubt that.
You didn't tell me you had a kid.
What's your name?
Lucas. He's shy.
I'm not shy!
Hi, Lucas.
I'm Julie.
He's really sweet.
Mixed race, really cute.
Where's his mother from?
Guadeloupe, Mali, Madagascar?
She's gone away.
Are you going to Toulon then?
You said...
I put that on the sign,
otherwise nobody will stop.
Hey, there's a guy behind
waving at you.
Pierre!
It's Pierre!
Do you know him?
Lucas!
Wait for me! Wait!
Lucas, get back in the car!
Take me with you, please!
Are you mad?
I can't! I've a job, work to do!
Appointments to keep!
What about her, then?
I've got an appointment too,
one I can't miss.
I didn't think I'd make it
and now our paths have crossed.
So obviously,
I thought it's now or never!
Enough now! Lucas!
Come on, Lucas!
What on earth's going on?
Mr Pérez...
Is there a problem?
Everything's fine.
I beg you,
don't leave me here on my own!
Doesn't look fine. Are you OK?
Never you mind! Clear off!
Time of the month, is it?
What's with Mr Bean?
Nothing! Come on, get in!
You too! Lucas, come on!
Hurry up before I change my mind.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Yeah, whatever. Arsehole!
Why am I doing this? Why?
What?
Nothing!
What was all that with that guy?
Couldn't help it.
I can't stand
these part-time do-gooders,
all side partings and coughlinks.
Cufflinks.
What?
OPERATION GO-SLOW
ROAD BLOCKED IN FIVE KM
That's all we need.
Shit.
Enter your destination.
What's wrong with the main road?
Everyone else'll be
on the main road.
Leave it to me.
In four hundred metres, turn right.
You drive fast!
You wanted a lift, didn't you?
What?
Turn right.
What are you doing?
Turn left.
You have arrived.
Shit!
I wasn't even scared.
It's all my fault.
Who are you, anyway?
He drank some Duck,
but now he's better.
I can't get a signal.
Can you get one on yours?
I haven't got one.
I can't stand people calling me
for the slightest thing.
"Where are you? What are you doing?"
Aren't I allowed?
There's lots you can't stand.
You're helping me.
It's definitely stuck.
We're in big trouble now!
Will you help me pick up
the leaflets?
What have I got myself into?
Pierre filled me in.
It's not the end of the world.
If he wants to do a runner
from hospital for an appointment,
what's it to you?
Of course.
What?
-What did you say?
-You wouldn't understand.
What does that mean?
You really are talking crap!
I have to be in Lyon
tomorrow morning
or I might well lose my job.
The only job I can do,
the only job I've ever done.
Happy now? Do you get it?
Yeah, I guess.
I always got on with my life in peace
without any hassle. But now,
what went wrong?
And the kid?
Whose is he?
I'm not stupid.
You're a playboy
with no wedding ring,
and the kid's dressed like a clown.
And you've no booster seat.
Damn the bloody booster seat!
His mum's got a few problems.
I'm taking him to his dad's.
Satisfied?
What sort of problems?
Like we all have.
Maybe not you,
but I've got plenty right now.
I'd have had a look at the engine,
but I don't know how to open it.
But if I can help...?
You've done enough.
We'll walk to a town.
I was wondering
if you do your flyers on a computer?
The visuals, I mean.
It's what I used to do.
Before computers came along.
I used to design labels,
for tins of food, actually.
Right. Where's Lucas?
Lucas!
Lucas, he's... He was just here.
He was helping me.
Can't he stay put for two seconds,
this kid?
I don't believe it.
Oh my God! My God!
What's wrong?
The little boy fell in the water,
picking up the flyers.
-It's all my fault.
-No...
Yes, it's his fault!
You can't leave a kid alone
out here!
Kids need caring for!
What are you doing?
I'll dive in to look.
That's enough! You're crazy!
Are you there?
I found this in the woods!
Are you sure about this village?
What?
Isn't that what they say,
all roads lead to Rome?
You wanted to go to Italy
so you're on your way.
Where's Rome? Is it far?
Here, you can keep it.
I've stopped crying now.
Are you tired?
Climb on.
Hold on tight.
What?
Let's get a move on.
Did you think
I'd fallen in the water?
Hold on tight, I said.
We're going to freeze to death
thanks to you.
Fantastic.
If only my wife could see me now!
She wouldn't believe it.
She was like you.
Always wanting to travel,
up hill and down dale.
-Did you ever go too?
-Yes.
Once I forced myself to go,
but I didn't like it.
In fact,
I've never really enjoyed anything.
After that,
I just let her go on her own.
Then one day,
she went to Peru,
I'm not sure where,
it was thirty years ago.
She met a guy who also loved
travelling and all that.
So, as you can imagine,
she never came back.
She settled over there, with him.
And that was that.
That stinks.
What stinks?
Nothing. Nothing stinks.
I've always kept in touch with her,
with her partner, too.
He's a nice guy. He's called Pablo.
They're a nice couple.
Sometimes, loving someone
means accepting being apart.
I'm hungry.
Wait...
Can you hear that?
What is it?
I don't want any more.
It's too cold tonight.
I'll look at your car with my son
in the morning.
He's good at mechanics.
And not just bikes!
I'll find you a perch.
It's OK, it's a big house.
How far away from Lyon are we?
I have to be there in the morning.
It's do-able.
Unless your steering's knackered.
Pierre!
I'm coming.
That's odd.
Why is everything dark?
Happy birthday!
Thank you.
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What are you doing?
Calling his dad.
Now's not the time, supper's ready.
And he needs his bed.
I don't know what time's bedtime
but I think he's tired.
There...
Will you tell me a story?
I'm not very good at stories.
Aren't you tired?
Please?
Well just one, OK?
It's the story of a frog
who wanted to be as big as a bull.
Why?
Because it was jealous, that's why.
The little frog wanted to be
as big as a big bull.
What's a bull?
A bull is like a cow.
You know how you have
men and women?
Well, you also have bulls and cows.
You see?
Right,
so the frog ate everything
it could find, to get bigger.
It ate carrots,
courgettes, melons, strawberries.
Carrots?
If you want to get bigger,
you eat everything!
Why not sweets?
Sweets too, it ate sweets.
Kilos of sweets, OK?
Was it rich, the frog?
What?
Mummy said rich people
eat more than us.
Yes, I suppose so.
It was rich.
Well anyway, it ate and ate,
and it got bigger.
Bigger and bigger and bigger.
And then, all of a sudden,
it exploded! BOOM!
BANG!
Why did it explode?
Because it ate too much.
If I eat too much, will I explode?
No. You're not a frog, are you?
Of course not.
Off to sleep now, OK?
Are we nearly at Daddy Clément's?
Yes.
Shall I leave the light on?
Where are you going?
I'll be right next door, OK?
Shall I leave the door open?
OK?
Hey, Marc?
Now what?
You're good at telling stories.
The story of a frog who wanted to be
as big as a cow's husband.
It ate kilos of sweets.
And all of a sudden,
it went BANG and exploded.
And it was so rich
that it ate even more sweets,
ice cream, chocolate and bread
and more sweets
and ice cream,
and then it exploded! BANG!
Sorry...
The boy's tucked up in bed?
I was just saying,
you've been lucky.
With the strike
and the traffic jams,
many folk'll kip in their cars
tonight.
At least you avoided that.
It's kind of you
to take us in like this.
Along with your wife,
your son and your mum.
It's great to be part
of a family like this.
Cheers!
Cheers!
It's mine, too, today.
My birthday...
You should have said!
I didn't think. I haven't
celebrated it for years, so...
Well, happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
They thought we were a couple!
Anyone can see
you're a lot older than me!
Such a charmer!
Why are you smiling? What is it?
I'm not smiling.
Yes, you are, I saw you.
Don't think I want to sleep
on a sofa-bed with you!
And keep your trousers on!
I'd planned to do just that.
What's the matter? What is it now?
You've only got a small rucksack,
a thin coat, canvas trainers...
You're no backpacker.
Travelling's not your thing.
You look at your stomach,
you're giving up smoking,
you don't drink
and I saw you at the hospital.
What about the father?
Does he know?
I met mine at my mum's funeral.
Saw him for less than an hour.
We'd nothing to say to each other.
After, I said "Goodbye, Sir."
I don't have his name,
my mum said he was dead.
But it wasn't true.
-Let me tell you...
-You're wrong.
I'm not up the duff.
I'm not up the duff.
I worked in a travel agency
for seven months.
Before that, I'd done loads
of crappy little jobs.
It was really cool there,
something I'd always dreamt of.
So I behaved, I was careful
how I spoke and all that.
Then one evening, my boss grabs my
arse, so I turn round and slap him.
And the pervert sacks me.
Of course.
The thing was
that I couldn't bring myself
to tell my friends and my parents.
They'd have said I was too mouthy,
I couldn't hold down a job.
So I just took off. That's it.
I might lose my job, too.
And the only people I can talk to
are a half-dyslexic,
unemployed fake backpacker,
a six-year-old and an old man
who drinks Toilet Duck.
Well...
What are you doing?
I move a lot in my sleep.
I don't want a slap.
You're such an idiot!
Actually,
it's not my birthday.
I just wanted it to be.
Goodnight, Marc.
Goodnight, Julie.
And this morning, police stopped
a cargo ship in Calais
carrying ten illegal immigrants
heading for the United Kingdom.
An African woman in her 30s
jumped overboard
when the police arrived.
Her body was recovered
and an inquest is underway.
Enough reading, we have to go now.
Won't you help me?
Not bothered, right?
Are these boots too small?
That's it.
Right, where are your gloves?
In my boots.
Yes, Mr Pérez.
Bajau, at last!
What's going on?
Where have you been?
I was just going to call you.
I couldn't get a signal
on the B roads.
I can't hear you very well...
What's all this about you
crashing your car?
What crash?
Isabelle from the Dijon store
told me everything. Well?
Well?
Everything's sorted now. It's fine.
-Isabelle's mailing me...
-Forget it, Bajau!
Pardon?
Forget your grand tour. It's over.
Be in Zurich first thing tomorrow.
Zurich? But I thought...
Tomorrow, 9am.
Sylvie will send you
the list of places to visit.
Make sure you're contactable!
There you go!
Now we've got someone
for Switzerland.
Is there a problem?
No.
Being on my own all night,
I had plenty of time to think.
Italy's for another day.
The farmer's son's taking me
to the station.
Are you going away?
Where to?
Back to my family.
I've got some things to tell them.
If I ever have a little boy,
I'd like him to be as sweet as you!
Thanks.
You'll call me?
But you haven't got a phone.
Is Julie your girlfriend?
What are you talking about?
It'll do for now
but get it checked by a garage.
Oh yes, I forgot to warn you.
Who did that?
I did!
It was partly my fault,
so I thought I'd sort it out.
My colours were limited, but...
Do you like it?
You like it?
They're daisies!
Daisies are so pretty.
Are you sure? You'll be OK?
Yes.
Where are you going?
I've got an appointment
with my wife.
Why didn't you say? If you'd said...
You didn't say you were taking Lucas
to his father either.
You know, my job...
it was all that mattered.
I had little secrets.
I wanted to pass them onto my son.
My son.
But I never had one.
I can't have children.
But that's how it is,
you can't always get what you want.
After that, I couldn't be bothered.
So my wife left me,
went off on her own. As for me,
I haven't been anywhere for years.
Then I saw the little boy
at the shopping centre,
and that was that.
Here, I'll lend him to you,
then you won't be lonely.
Two days ago, I couldn't be bothered
with anything.
Thank you, Marc, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
Right, little man,
I'll drop you off.
I'm looking for Clément Rozière.
Does he live here?
Yes.
Is that lady trying to be
like the frog?
It's for you.
You are...?
Father Clément.
Clément Rozière.
And you? Are you Lucas?
Wow, you've really grown!
Aren't you going to say hello?
You don't remember me.
He's really grown.
He looks really healthy now.
He was in such a bad way
when they arrived.
How do we know it's her?
She's not the only immigrant
heading for Britain.
She sent me this for Lucas.
She wrote that a man she trusted
would bring him here.
She hoped she hadn't made a mistake.
Of all the women I've taken in here,
she was the biggest fighter.
She wanted him to have a better life
than she. Did all she could.
Even leaving him,
so he'd have a better life.
Listen...
I'm sorry, I would love to help
but I can't, I have commitments.
You see...
I absolutely have to be
in Zurich tomorrow.
That's how it is.
I've got to go.
Aren't you going to say goodbye?
What do you think it is?
You're rubbish, it's a frog.
Listen, Lucas, it's complicated.
I need to tell you something.
You know your mummy, she's...
... she's gone away on a trip.
Yes. But a very long trip.
Very far away.
So far, she won't be coming back,
Lucas.
Do you understand?
I have to go now. Because of work.
I brought you here, but now...
I've got to go.
I'm really pleased to have met you.
-Where are we going?
-To buy a booster seat.
TEN GOLDEN DAYS
Subtitle translation by Gail Bond