Guy Debord, son art et son temps (1995) - full transcript
I find it a very odd book,
it tells us at length about a pathology.
He speaks of spectacle
as if there was no history.
History…what about Napoleon?
That was a real spectacle!
Just a second!
- Or Louis XIV!
- Right!
Real spectacle!
We haven’t read the same book!
I’ll never ever work,
even if I’m hard up,
never!
So he satanizes spectacle…
Which supposedly…
Which supposedly all powerful,
falsifies everything!
- He tells us…
- Please, I read the book-
- Seems like another.
- It’s what I read.
I can even quote.
He says secrecy is spreading.
Whereas I think things
are ever more open.
He tells us…
He tells us history is disappearing…
And why?
Because it hasn’t unfolded
to his liking since May ’68!
And what’s more…
He tells us truth is disappearing
as if it never had in 2000 years!
It is now conjured away
by an economic system.
He tells us democracy is breaking down.
He’s right.
He says that, and yet one feels
democracy is advancing all over.
All you have to do is read the papers!
In Yugoslavia, Algeria, Chile, and so on…
So, Mr Debord has written
a very interesting book…
But he hasn’t read the history books.
Nor does he read the papers!
And, just let me finish…
He puts it all down to one big conspiracy.
That’s the weakness of the book.
Yes, that’s its weakness, but…
His paranoia sees conspiracy everywhere.
But why do I not like this talented,
though somewhat jargonesque book?
Because, though he doesn’t say so,
it legitimizes violence.
It legitimizes violence because it tells us
that the world, the conspiracy,
we’re entering is horrible.
That there is no democracy,
so why not simply…
And I can’t accept that!
His art and his time
I
His art
Old Paris is no more
(the form of a city
changes faster, alas,
than a mortal’s heart).
One thing I hate is the word: “commercial”
applied to a film…
You always hear:
“it takes but a stroke of the magic wand
to make a script
…commercial”.
A film works when it is made
with the utmost sincerity
and when this sincerity touches
the greatest number of people.
Guy Debord has made very little art,
but the little
he has made is extreme.
in 1952,
he showed that cinema
could be reduced to a white screen
Then to this black screen.
Debord has since maintained
the same indifference to the tastes
and judgements of public opinion.
And he has been accused
of many other immoralities
and in particular to have almost
always been rather uninterested
when it came to easy money...
regularly obeying the principle:
One doesn't look
a gift horse in the mouth.
Memories
the arrangement of words that leads
to discourse transforms
something in the world order
by an action on conscience:
the one which formulates it and the one
which hears it. It is the breach
through which a moment of eternity
is engulfed in a world that is moving
obscenely towards its ruin.
What distance are we?
"What a tragedy! And who can we rely on?
Ardor, good will, good disposition,
I dare say were on our side.
But within a half-hour the manoeuvres
of the King of Prussia made
the cavalry and infantry submit;
all retreated without fleeing,
but without ever looking back..."
Never work
Transcending art
Realisation of philosophy
This fine band of hoodlums, his
constant entourage, have also been
a great influence on his excesses.
II
His time
Never have we seen the Pont Neuf so
Since the magician Christo
made it appear in making it disappear;
An ephemeral sculpture
now carved in memory.
“And now I will attempt to be
as anti-televisual in form
as I have been in content”
2000 kms south of Moscow
in the heart of Soviet Central Asia
the Aral is the world’s
4th largest land-locked sea.
In 30 years, its surface
has diminished by one third,
its volume by two thirds
and its level has dropped 14 meters.
It’s dying of thirst
and if nothing halts the process
in 10 years it’ll be wiped off the map.
I will write down my thoughts
in orderly fashion,
in a pattern devoid of confusion.
If they are right, the first to come
will be the consequence of
the others. That is the true order.
Mommy, if you can hear me…
And I think you can…
Pray that I may walk again…
That these people continue to help me…
Mommy I adore you…
I love you daddy, my brother too…
Goodbye, mommy…
…This Andean girl, inexorably
sucked up by a mud slide
caused by an erupting volcano,
has given media operators around
the world an occasion to discuss
in ethical terms about a deontology
they might perhaps choose
to impose on themselves
in certain extreme cases:
Should such images be shown?
Or why should one deprive oneself
from showing them?
Professionals have all firmly concluded
that there is nothing to hide
from the misfortunes of the world.
No false sentimentality
on the part of the public
should prevent us
from projecting what we had
the merit of filming on this occasion.
And all the more so when,
for once, it's something real.
The media want to prove how they are
everywhere, and to the utmost point,
attached to the truth.
And well convinced that a detail,
looked at very closely, is usually a perfect
and unambiguous model of the truth.
Cinderella has just flung
her own partner at her opponent.
But it’s not over yet.
With this back somersault from the top rope
she could’ve broken her spine
on the barriers.
Yet competing at this level,
wrestlers are in a trance
taking terrible risks.
Cinderella returns
to her tiny 10 sq meter room.
If she wins tomorrow’s bout
She’ll be able to rent a real apartment.
If I win a championship title
I’ll earn a lot more money.
That’s why I have to go all out
for tomorrow’s bout.
Oil, beneath the Paris basin,
is nothing new.
But this time they’re not
prospecting in a wheatfield
but 2 kms from the castle of Versailles,
In the “arboretum”.
The arboretum, is a huge reserve
of over 2000 species of trees
partly open to the public
who can now see the drilling team at work.
Sometimes on Sundays…
What has been so badly built
must be demolished even faster.
Here we are in Bavaria
where acid rain has ravaged the forest.
We thought economy was a science;
we were obviously wrong.
We now know it would neither be the first,
nor the last, of the enemy’s sciences
to prove itself deceptive.
1933 was one of the most sinister dates
in the history of this century;
which has not known many good ones.
From Dallas Texas,
the flash, apparently official,
President Kennedy died at 1 pm,
central standard time.
2 o'clock eastern standard time,
some 38 minutes ago.
“The democratic” state has become stranger.
The warlord who ruled
in Peking at that time
justly considered that “the fate
of the party and the state
was at stake in Tiananmen Square”.
He has therefore acted accordingly
and still reigns there,
perfectly insensitive to all the ideologies
of recent media fashions.
This worrying prospect reminds Muscovites
of 2 years ago when same armored cars
surrounded the same white house
Under orders from the putschists.
Yet tonight, it’s Boris Yeltsin
who’s playing though
calling out the armored cars
of the red berets
and the crack commandos equipped
with grenades and night-sight.
Muscovites prepare for crisis.
at the gates of this suburban factory.
Employees are perplexed…
“Why call the people to arms?”, he says.
Army and police who turn a blind eye,
every morning corpses on the pavements,
houses torched…
Most shops in the capital remain closed.
Intimidation remains the sole arm
Of Duvallier’s followers
to prevent elections.
Anger, indignation,
crime and incomprehension
this would-be democratic march
turned to nightmare.
In the face of death
We will remain standing!
Long live free Algeria!
Down with fundamentalism!
The unverifiable world
- What year did this book appear?
- 1883…
Right, good…
1883 is what century?
- What century are we living in?
- The 20th…
So 1883 is what century?
If it’s not the 20th it’s the…?
The 18th!
- The 19th…
- Right, the 19th.
So Zola was born in the 19th century,
But in which year?
- In 1840!
- Right, in 1840…
His book was published in 1883.
I mean, it’s not that it’s a drag…
It’s just that we need it.
Our exam is not going
To be just about sewing.
There’ll also be general culture…
So we have to know a little of everything,
not just sewing, lots of stuff.
And I like that, especially French.
It’s good to have that stuff in your head.
Corentin’s in my class…
What you gonna do later?
What job?
I wanna join the army,
get military training.
Maybe the Air Force…
I dunno…go to war.
- You like war?
- Yeah.
All those dead don’t bother you?
What do you mean?
We all have to die…
In the school year 1991-92…
Over 100 teachers were attacked
while doing their job.
And here I’m only speaking
about 3 suburbs of Paris:
Hauts-de-Seine, Seine Saint-Denis
a~nd Val-de-Marne.
Who has changed?
Schools, pupils or teachers?
10 years ago fear and aggression
were unheard of in schools.
Yet the rot had set in.
Since then, violence has come to school
and not just in the suburbs,
not just in Paris.
Friday, 27 November, on my usual
round of the school yard
an individual was waiting here
to take me to task
over the fact that I’d supposedly
denounced him…
Street violence has also brought
verbal violence to school.
Vulgarity and insult is a sport unto itself
in the corridors and classes
of most suburban schools.
Here in the east suburbs
of Paris it’s “motherfucker!”
which as it happens rhymes
with my surname. It’s not right…
I’m called an “old whore!”…
Every possible insult to the female sex.
We just let it go…
Certain pupils practically
spit in the face of teachers
and we do nothing!
Shouting at your mates,
if I were a teacher I’d be in depression!
They obligue us to keep them, we have to.
The teachers are on top
and we’re on the bottom.
- Isn’t that normal?
- No, it’s not.
Sure, they might be older
but there’s things
we should have the right to do.
In supervised study, after our homework,
can we have some fun?
No, we can’t say a word,
they just want us to work!
“He who cannot command respect”
as the old adage says,
“won’t be heard”.
Yes, some have threatened me
with baseball bats…
but I wasn’t hurt…
I remember with my colleagues
we’d never walk the same route home
two evenings running.
To avoid them.
Go get sucked off!
I know you’re dying for it!
You want it?
Again!
Your answering machine
stinks of shit! You fucker!
Fucker…!
And when you come home in the evening…
really wanting to forget about school,
you listen to your messages
and hear the likes of that
knowing they’re pupils…You feel…
like you’ve been trapped,
that they’ve found you
and that it’ll never end.
The buses don’t stop anymore,
- in front of the school?
- Right.
Why?
We’re attacked.
Attacked, so we don’t stop.
Mas du Taureau, Minguettes,
Aulnay 3000, Val Fourré…
Teaching is a high risk job
in these suburbs
termed “difficult areas”
by the National Education Board.
Teachers who risk going there
are paid a bonus.
They ought to line up outside
when the bell goes
except they never do.
I come in with 4 or 5 pupils
and then the others drift in
when they’ve finished chatting
or amusing themselves outside.
So it takes me 10 minutes to get them in.
I have to stay by the door,
as it’s locked on the inside
so I have to open it.
Then I have to get them to sit down.
Because…they won’t off their own bat.
Sometimes you have to
sit them down one by one.
However long it takes…
Because I can’t begin my lesson
if pupils are standing.
Then you have to get silence.
Quiet please!
You’re in class!
As soon as I entered they quietened down.
Yet I saw…
3 dancing on the desks down the back
with a boom-box blaring
eating, dancing…
While the teacher was glued
to the board talking to herself!
On the brink of tears!
Incapable.
We were sitting on a bomb about to go off.
They burnt the school.
They set fire to part of the school.
This floor was saved, as it didn’t burn.
In some schools
problems of integration are intensified
having 30 to 40 different
ethnic groups to deal with.
What a failure for the educational system.
For society itself.
Proof of the knock-on effect
by which street violence
ends up in the schoolyard:
shortly after the Vaulx-en-Velin riots
attacks on teachers there increased.
Is it normal to hit teachers?
Yeah, if they hit us.
They get what’s coming to them.
How old are you?
I’m 15.
-14… -Yeah, sure!
Thirteen and a half.
- All in junior high?
- Yeah.
My principal hit me…
‘cos I can’t read, I’m too ashamed.
So he took me to his office and hit me.
So my big brother came
to his office and sorted him out.
- I swear!
- He did that?
Yeah I swear,
he doesn’t know my big brother.
- He got into trouble over that?
- No.
He doesn’t know my big brother,
he’s in the army.
They couldn’t find him.
- You find that normal?
- Sure!
They pick on Arabs, it’s not on…
Do I insult you French?
But kids ought to work in school.
Like I said, I don’t like reading.
He said I should, but I don’t want to.
What’ll you do later if you can’t read?
I dunno, sport…
Go on welfare!
At Jean-Jaurès, a petrol-bomb
in the principal’s office.
Setting fire to things is pretty routine.
8 days later, explosion in
the toilets of Bobigny high-school.
A home-made bomb…
I’ve spoken so far abut unarmed aggression,
but I’ve seen teachers
injured with arms…
The most modern developments
of historical reality
have illustrated very precisely
how Thomas Hobbes thought
man’s life must have been
before he knew civilization
and the state:
lonely, dirty, devoid of pleasure,
dimwitted, brief.
Radio Paris is lying…
Radio Paris is German.
Today the hour of Nazism
has become that of all Europe.
Don’t forget,
tonight we switch to Winter Time.
At 3 a.m. it’s 2 a.m.
So before you go to bed
put your clocks back one hour.
Tonight we lose an hour,
at 2 a.m. it’ll be 3 a.m.
Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt
this program to bring you important news.
Word has just been received
from the Atomic Energy Commision
that due to a change
in the wind direction
the residue from this morning's
atomic detonation
is drifting in
the direction of St. George.
It is suggested that everyone remain
indoors for one hour or until further notice.
There is no danger.
First there was Hiroshima…
Everyone thought it didn’t concern us.
It had no repercussions.
Then there was Chernobyl.
Everyone thought it would go away.
The government told us:
“Everything’s fine”.
Eat the mushrooms, go for walks.
There’s no problem!
Five years have passed.
Chernobyl has entered every household.
The G7’s gift to the Ukraine:
the means to complete
this new nuclear power-plant.
But to replace Chernobyl,
7% of the national grid, more is needed.
Thus Ukraine is driving a hard bargain.
Mikhail Umanev says
it’ll take 30 years to wipe
Chernobyl off the map.
The boss of Ukraine Nuclear thinks
rebuilding national energy policy
will require at least $5 billion
and saving the Ukraine
means 6 new reactors.
In today’s declaration,
the G7 has given the Ukraine new loans
amounting to $3.5 billion.
In 30 seconds
we’ll be launching LCI the first non-stop
French news channel.
LCI, as those with Cable TV
are about to discover,
will be a non-stop news channel
with bulletins on the hour
and on the half hour.
A round-the-clock news channel
meaning that events which require it
get the on-the-air coverage they need;
flexibility in the service of news.
And of course it will be
the channel of open debate.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Go, LCI!
No one felt they were hurting others,
or sleeping on the job.
Or that financial interests
were outweighing patients’ interests.
No one felt that.
Honestly, sincerely…
It was only later we discovered
the seriousness of the illness.
And we didn’t know how to treat it.
Perhaps we could
and should have acted faster…
But today we must show
absolute solidarity with these people.
These ill men, women and children.
We must give them
better compensation, better treatment.
Efforts must be made here,
and I’ll do my utmost.
Salaried workers have the right to vote.
When it is said that transfusion…
has become totally safe,
that’s not quite true,
as there’s still a slight risk
…involved.
Because we know this risk exists
should we ban transfusions?
I’d just like to ask our viewers…
Risk of AIDS and other illnesses?
Yes… What would you do today
as Health Minister?
If you had to make a choice…
Either I ban all transfusions,
or I don’t, knowing that
there are slight risks…
of contamination by transfusion…
available in French hospitals.
What would you do?
You’d weigh up the risks.
And you’d weigh up how much
each of us would stand to earn.
You’d try to evaluate
the extent of possible contamination.
And once you’ve weighed the risks
you must decide.
What would you decide, today?
Knowing that the risk is…
minimal, but real.
At the time, the situation
was somewhat similar.
And then the risk became, big, huge…
- You weren’t aware of the risks?
- No, back then
we didn’t realize the extent of it.
It’s a risk which is always there,
it’s the risk of life.
And in that regard,
I hold myself wholly responsible.
It’s a risk which can be…
terrible, tragic, but which is…
the measure and the difficulty
of holding office.
Salaried workers have the right to vote.
At the source of dadaism,
one finds the boxer-poet Arthur Cravan
who was, during the First World War,
“deserter of seventeen nations”.
Neo-dadaism is state dadaism which
only obtains some small shock value
by producing itself in national galleries.
Nuclear power likes to be surrounded
by images of its favorite animal.
Magritte would have had
the opportunity to write
"This is not a sheep".
He complained he wasn’t sleeping enough.
Now he had to cut short his holiday
Silvio Berlusconi
has reason to be irritable.
His majority is dwindling daily
the Lire is falling,
dragging his empire with it.
Many people are currently
acting against National interest
so I have had to cut short my holiday.
This ceremony has been
filled with unusual sights
images Pierre Bérégovoy
would like to have seen
sights his loved ones will have seen.
E.Balladur, Prime Minister,
R.Monory, President of the Senate
Philippe Séguin, Chief Whip
V.G. d’Estaing, C.Pasqua…
P.Maurois, L.Fabius, M.Rocard,
all on the same bench.
The entire French political establishment
gathered in grief.
On the other side,
the former Prime Minister’s family
his brother,
his children and grandchildren.
Up front, Mrs Bérégovoy flanked by
François and Danielle Mitterrand.
A highly emotional ceremony…
the homily, by the bishop of Nevers,
Monsignor Moutel
on the theme of mystery.
No one…
knows the heart of man…
Only God fathoms the secret of our lives…
and the mystery…
that dwells within each of us…
No one may judge his fellow…
The details of the ceremony
were decided by the family
who wished to hear Rossini’s Agnus Dei
so dear to Pierre Bérégovoy.
Paris is overflowing,
not with water from the Seine
but with enthusiasm for art.
The culture of the past is
the object of universal consensus
and an egalitarian admiration.
But in each of its concrete expressions,
it often ends up being as inauthentic
as today’s reconstructed Pont-Neuf.
Their daily diet in this city under siege
is the Barnes Collection
or the Mona Lisa’s smile.
One smells cancer in Rue Daguerre.
On the right bank it’s the same story
The watchwords: patience and queuing.
One smells cancer in Rue de Buci.
We’re lucky, it’s not too cold today.
It’s the chance for my kids
to see something exceptional.
Cancer is refunded by the health service.
Some jostling in the crowd,
but no violence.
A few arrests, the occasional banner
spells out support for democratic reform…
the slogans are still the same:
“We want freedom”,
“We want democracy”.
Eulogy for dialectics:
It must all be played out over again.
I’d just like to prove to you
that it’s a total
…set up.
There is no way that the 10 a.m.
edition of Le Monde
could yesterday run
entire pages with interviews,
descriptions of what’d happened
1 hour before at my home
without it having been organized.
- Organized by who?
- By those
who are out to distract me
from what I want to do today
which is to speak of
youth unemployment, Europe
of my conception of human relations…
But I can’t do that,
because I spend my time…
justifying myself before endless attacks
coming so hard and fast that I think
someone’s out to prevent me
getting to the 12th.
Let me give you the latest…
Last week, they contested
the status of my boat.
Yet it’s had the same status
for the past 10 years.
It’s had it since it was built.
- There was a complaint…
- 10 years on!
10 years later, they question its status.
- A complaint…
- No, it flies the French flag
one of the few
on the French Riviera to do so.
Most others are registered in
Panama, S. America, or Bahamas.
Because it’s French they’re after me.
I mean, why this sudden complaint
from the customs
concerning a 10-years-old boat?
I’ll tell you why.
Because last week, it was my boat.
This week my furniture.
And next week it’ll be the removal
of my parliamentary immunity…
A renewed demand.
There have been 3 since the 5th Republic,
I’ve had 3 in 9 months.
- What will you do?
- Do?
Defend myself, by telling people
what they’ve already understood:
My honor is at stake…
What really hurts is the O.M dossier.
As for the rest, they’re mere accusations
regarding how I made my money.
Yet, I would rather that…
than to be suspected
of having pocketed public money.
Every time Bernard Tapie speaks of himself,
one wonders what dishonesty
he could ever have been reproached for.
I take this occasion
to reiterate before you…
in the name of the P.L.O…
and the Palestinian people…
our commitment to these peace agreements…
and their application…
We will pursue them
with firm determination,
and in all sincerity
with our new and dear neighbor…
Mr Prime Minister of Israel…
and Mr Minister of
Foreign Affairs of Israel…
you are our new neighbors.
Before, we were cousins.
I and my brother Fayçal
are both sons of Abraham.
May God bless him…
Yes, we are children of Abraham…
you are children of Abraham…
We are therefore cousins and we should now…
be colleges….
friends and neighbors
Not just for us, but for the whole region…
and for the good of humanity.
Three media barons rethink current
World events and have us look in at length.
Tonight, politics, in good company…
A political climate which seems rather odd
one both serene and tense…
No political daggers drawn,
but insinuations nonetheless
like those voiced in parallel yesterday by
Simone Veil and Michel Rocard.
The new politico-literary salons of Paris.
Simone Veil who favors
raising social security contributions…
Surprised, Philippe?
I think she, like everyone, was surprised
by the size of the Social Security deficit.
- Surprised, you think?
- Yes, the Prime Minister…
- Surprised, really?
- Yes, I think she was.
And that the Prime Minister
had made a more modest calculation…
Here the excellence of each
is confirmed by the endless
admiring nods of the other two.
…of the deficit. And so her situation is
rather odd,
because her counterweight here
in none other than Charles Pasqua
they are the two who stand out…
- With different approaches…
- Indeed.
So, she has a problem,
she’s also the urban portfolio,
but for now the French are expecting her
to settle the Social deficit,
meaning that on the urban front,
the parliamentary debate begins tomorrow,
she’ll probably be a bit
cash-strapped for her budget.
So it’s not an easy situation.
Yet I didn’t find her remarks vague…
I found her extremely prudent,
like her leader.
I suspect the Interior Minister
will be less so
when he voices his problems.
But I didn’t…
really understand when you said that
the climate was rather odd.
“Cough it up!
We’ll see what comes out”.
It’s just this mix of serenity and tension…
I mean, the situation remains worrying.
Yes, but everyone knew that.
What continues to…
totally amaze me,
is that for months on end
we’ve been told that
the economic situation was good,
whereas now the French
seem to have suddenly discovered,
seemingly without surprise,
that it’s catastrophic.
And it leaves them as unruffled as before.
I find that good, yet one might question
what I wouldn’t call apathy, but…
acceptance of an effectively
unusual situation.
And you Serge?
Regarding Simone Veil
or the overall situation?
On the overall climate
which colors, if you like,
what ministers are saying.
I think the elections
were a reflection of that.
There was both rejection
and hardly much enthusiasm for…
an alternative government.
So I think Edouard Balladur’s skillfulness…
his political intelligence
was to interpret that…politically
in the balance he found,
in this presentation he made
of his government and its policy
in that spirit of
a moderate measured Right.
So I think that pleases public opinion….
It ties in well with the overall picture…
Act Up on parade!
We’re making war on AIDS!
A small apartment near
Place de la Republique:
the headquarters of ACT UP.
Today, the association has
200 active members and 500 supporters.
Self-financed, it refuses
subsidies in order to maintain
its freedom.
For once someone is
doing something symbolic for AIDS
which will have more impact
than AFLS messages.
You would rather remove a condom
from the Obelisk than install…
You would rather remove it -it was removed-
than install distributors
of condoms in high-schools
or syringes in the city.
So what’s your answer?
With the pill; no drinking,
no smoking. Are you kidding?
Who is the Minister of Health in France?
The Minister of the Interior, of Justice?
Pasqua, is that it? So now we know!
No I won’t stop!
It’s World AIDS Day
and once more France is blind stupid!
All the Ministry can do is mess up!
So, you’ve better things to do
than care for AIDS victims!
Immune defense is a thing
uf the past on earth.
The Boutboul family reunited!
Mother says son-in-law was
investigating her involvement.
All the journalists told me!
Why?
Why?
I’m really happy to see you.
Why couldn’t we have been reunited
without all that…
without Jacques having to die?
Why?
Yes it’s surprising
that a father would decide…
to vanish from her daughter’s life?
Yes, but a man of 45 doesn’t think
like a man of 74.
When I was younger
I had more go, more dynamism
I wanted to be independent
and not weighed down…
by family life…
I felt it stifled my freedom.
So when you divorced
you broke off all contact?
Yes, when I separated…
from Elisabeth, I saw no more of Dari.
Though I occasionally saw Elisabeth.
Who told me about the problems
she was having over the years…
The problems Dari was having
with her school-mates…
So I said, “Tell her I’m dead
so there’ll be no more talk”…
- What’d you do last night?
- Last night!
We saw a 30-foot-tall giant!
Telling the future in a big crystal ball!
And then the giant shrank
beside a huge boat!
Then the boat ran aground near a volcano!
And the volcano changed
into a mystery isle!
- Are you both feeling okay?
- An island, I swear!
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This D.R.S.P. appears to be the most
legitimate heir to factory work of old.
- Why too late?
- Because we’re snowed under.
There are far too many cases.
Too many new arrivals.
We found 800 bodies
by the roadside this morning.
Upon arriving here, another 100.
By the time we deal with those bodies,
there’ll be another 100.
And to rehydrate people
with unfamiliar personnel…
and 2 or 3 expatriates, it’s beyond us.
How many doctors are you?
For now, we’re 2 doctors here…
and 3 expatriate nurses…
- That’s all…
- Totally insufficient.
Yes, given the scale, whether we’re here
or not, has little impact.
You’ve saved some?
I hope so, yes…
but tomorrow there’ll be
twice as many dead…
Bill Clinton, who arrived last night
didn’t miss his daily jog
despite the 8 a.m. 25-degree heat.
In the summer of 1994,
the leading democratic powers who,
under the name of the G7,
will collectively decide upon
the most important administrative aspects
of the new global society
triumphantly enter Naples.
it tells us at length about a pathology.
He speaks of spectacle
as if there was no history.
History…what about Napoleon?
That was a real spectacle!
Just a second!
- Or Louis XIV!
- Right!
Real spectacle!
We haven’t read the same book!
I’ll never ever work,
even if I’m hard up,
never!
So he satanizes spectacle…
Which supposedly…
Which supposedly all powerful,
falsifies everything!
- He tells us…
- Please, I read the book-
- Seems like another.
- It’s what I read.
I can even quote.
He says secrecy is spreading.
Whereas I think things
are ever more open.
He tells us…
He tells us history is disappearing…
And why?
Because it hasn’t unfolded
to his liking since May ’68!
And what’s more…
He tells us truth is disappearing
as if it never had in 2000 years!
It is now conjured away
by an economic system.
He tells us democracy is breaking down.
He’s right.
He says that, and yet one feels
democracy is advancing all over.
All you have to do is read the papers!
In Yugoslavia, Algeria, Chile, and so on…
So, Mr Debord has written
a very interesting book…
But he hasn’t read the history books.
Nor does he read the papers!
And, just let me finish…
He puts it all down to one big conspiracy.
That’s the weakness of the book.
Yes, that’s its weakness, but…
His paranoia sees conspiracy everywhere.
But why do I not like this talented,
though somewhat jargonesque book?
Because, though he doesn’t say so,
it legitimizes violence.
It legitimizes violence because it tells us
that the world, the conspiracy,
we’re entering is horrible.
That there is no democracy,
so why not simply…
And I can’t accept that!
His art and his time
I
His art
Old Paris is no more
(the form of a city
changes faster, alas,
than a mortal’s heart).
One thing I hate is the word: “commercial”
applied to a film…
You always hear:
“it takes but a stroke of the magic wand
to make a script
…commercial”.
A film works when it is made
with the utmost sincerity
and when this sincerity touches
the greatest number of people.
Guy Debord has made very little art,
but the little
he has made is extreme.
in 1952,
he showed that cinema
could be reduced to a white screen
Then to this black screen.
Debord has since maintained
the same indifference to the tastes
and judgements of public opinion.
And he has been accused
of many other immoralities
and in particular to have almost
always been rather uninterested
when it came to easy money...
regularly obeying the principle:
One doesn't look
a gift horse in the mouth.
Memories
the arrangement of words that leads
to discourse transforms
something in the world order
by an action on conscience:
the one which formulates it and the one
which hears it. It is the breach
through which a moment of eternity
is engulfed in a world that is moving
obscenely towards its ruin.
What distance are we?
"What a tragedy! And who can we rely on?
Ardor, good will, good disposition,
I dare say were on our side.
But within a half-hour the manoeuvres
of the King of Prussia made
the cavalry and infantry submit;
all retreated without fleeing,
but without ever looking back..."
Never work
Transcending art
Realisation of philosophy
This fine band of hoodlums, his
constant entourage, have also been
a great influence on his excesses.
II
His time
Never have we seen the Pont Neuf so
Since the magician Christo
made it appear in making it disappear;
An ephemeral sculpture
now carved in memory.
“And now I will attempt to be
as anti-televisual in form
as I have been in content”
2000 kms south of Moscow
in the heart of Soviet Central Asia
the Aral is the world’s
4th largest land-locked sea.
In 30 years, its surface
has diminished by one third,
its volume by two thirds
and its level has dropped 14 meters.
It’s dying of thirst
and if nothing halts the process
in 10 years it’ll be wiped off the map.
I will write down my thoughts
in orderly fashion,
in a pattern devoid of confusion.
If they are right, the first to come
will be the consequence of
the others. That is the true order.
Mommy, if you can hear me…
And I think you can…
Pray that I may walk again…
That these people continue to help me…
Mommy I adore you…
I love you daddy, my brother too…
Goodbye, mommy…
…This Andean girl, inexorably
sucked up by a mud slide
caused by an erupting volcano,
has given media operators around
the world an occasion to discuss
in ethical terms about a deontology
they might perhaps choose
to impose on themselves
in certain extreme cases:
Should such images be shown?
Or why should one deprive oneself
from showing them?
Professionals have all firmly concluded
that there is nothing to hide
from the misfortunes of the world.
No false sentimentality
on the part of the public
should prevent us
from projecting what we had
the merit of filming on this occasion.
And all the more so when,
for once, it's something real.
The media want to prove how they are
everywhere, and to the utmost point,
attached to the truth.
And well convinced that a detail,
looked at very closely, is usually a perfect
and unambiguous model of the truth.
Cinderella has just flung
her own partner at her opponent.
But it’s not over yet.
With this back somersault from the top rope
she could’ve broken her spine
on the barriers.
Yet competing at this level,
wrestlers are in a trance
taking terrible risks.
Cinderella returns
to her tiny 10 sq meter room.
If she wins tomorrow’s bout
She’ll be able to rent a real apartment.
If I win a championship title
I’ll earn a lot more money.
That’s why I have to go all out
for tomorrow’s bout.
Oil, beneath the Paris basin,
is nothing new.
But this time they’re not
prospecting in a wheatfield
but 2 kms from the castle of Versailles,
In the “arboretum”.
The arboretum, is a huge reserve
of over 2000 species of trees
partly open to the public
who can now see the drilling team at work.
Sometimes on Sundays…
What has been so badly built
must be demolished even faster.
Here we are in Bavaria
where acid rain has ravaged the forest.
We thought economy was a science;
we were obviously wrong.
We now know it would neither be the first,
nor the last, of the enemy’s sciences
to prove itself deceptive.
1933 was one of the most sinister dates
in the history of this century;
which has not known many good ones.
From Dallas Texas,
the flash, apparently official,
President Kennedy died at 1 pm,
central standard time.
2 o'clock eastern standard time,
some 38 minutes ago.
“The democratic” state has become stranger.
The warlord who ruled
in Peking at that time
justly considered that “the fate
of the party and the state
was at stake in Tiananmen Square”.
He has therefore acted accordingly
and still reigns there,
perfectly insensitive to all the ideologies
of recent media fashions.
This worrying prospect reminds Muscovites
of 2 years ago when same armored cars
surrounded the same white house
Under orders from the putschists.
Yet tonight, it’s Boris Yeltsin
who’s playing though
calling out the armored cars
of the red berets
and the crack commandos equipped
with grenades and night-sight.
Muscovites prepare for crisis.
at the gates of this suburban factory.
Employees are perplexed…
“Why call the people to arms?”, he says.
Army and police who turn a blind eye,
every morning corpses on the pavements,
houses torched…
Most shops in the capital remain closed.
Intimidation remains the sole arm
Of Duvallier’s followers
to prevent elections.
Anger, indignation,
crime and incomprehension
this would-be democratic march
turned to nightmare.
In the face of death
We will remain standing!
Long live free Algeria!
Down with fundamentalism!
The unverifiable world
- What year did this book appear?
- 1883…
Right, good…
1883 is what century?
- What century are we living in?
- The 20th…
So 1883 is what century?
If it’s not the 20th it’s the…?
The 18th!
- The 19th…
- Right, the 19th.
So Zola was born in the 19th century,
But in which year?
- In 1840!
- Right, in 1840…
His book was published in 1883.
I mean, it’s not that it’s a drag…
It’s just that we need it.
Our exam is not going
To be just about sewing.
There’ll also be general culture…
So we have to know a little of everything,
not just sewing, lots of stuff.
And I like that, especially French.
It’s good to have that stuff in your head.
Corentin’s in my class…
What you gonna do later?
What job?
I wanna join the army,
get military training.
Maybe the Air Force…
I dunno…go to war.
- You like war?
- Yeah.
All those dead don’t bother you?
What do you mean?
We all have to die…
In the school year 1991-92…
Over 100 teachers were attacked
while doing their job.
And here I’m only speaking
about 3 suburbs of Paris:
Hauts-de-Seine, Seine Saint-Denis
a~nd Val-de-Marne.
Who has changed?
Schools, pupils or teachers?
10 years ago fear and aggression
were unheard of in schools.
Yet the rot had set in.
Since then, violence has come to school
and not just in the suburbs,
not just in Paris.
Friday, 27 November, on my usual
round of the school yard
an individual was waiting here
to take me to task
over the fact that I’d supposedly
denounced him…
Street violence has also brought
verbal violence to school.
Vulgarity and insult is a sport unto itself
in the corridors and classes
of most suburban schools.
Here in the east suburbs
of Paris it’s “motherfucker!”
which as it happens rhymes
with my surname. It’s not right…
I’m called an “old whore!”…
Every possible insult to the female sex.
We just let it go…
Certain pupils practically
spit in the face of teachers
and we do nothing!
Shouting at your mates,
if I were a teacher I’d be in depression!
They obligue us to keep them, we have to.
The teachers are on top
and we’re on the bottom.
- Isn’t that normal?
- No, it’s not.
Sure, they might be older
but there’s things
we should have the right to do.
In supervised study, after our homework,
can we have some fun?
No, we can’t say a word,
they just want us to work!
“He who cannot command respect”
as the old adage says,
“won’t be heard”.
Yes, some have threatened me
with baseball bats…
but I wasn’t hurt…
I remember with my colleagues
we’d never walk the same route home
two evenings running.
To avoid them.
Go get sucked off!
I know you’re dying for it!
You want it?
Again!
Your answering machine
stinks of shit! You fucker!
Fucker…!
And when you come home in the evening…
really wanting to forget about school,
you listen to your messages
and hear the likes of that
knowing they’re pupils…You feel…
like you’ve been trapped,
that they’ve found you
and that it’ll never end.
The buses don’t stop anymore,
- in front of the school?
- Right.
Why?
We’re attacked.
Attacked, so we don’t stop.
Mas du Taureau, Minguettes,
Aulnay 3000, Val Fourré…
Teaching is a high risk job
in these suburbs
termed “difficult areas”
by the National Education Board.
Teachers who risk going there
are paid a bonus.
They ought to line up outside
when the bell goes
except they never do.
I come in with 4 or 5 pupils
and then the others drift in
when they’ve finished chatting
or amusing themselves outside.
So it takes me 10 minutes to get them in.
I have to stay by the door,
as it’s locked on the inside
so I have to open it.
Then I have to get them to sit down.
Because…they won’t off their own bat.
Sometimes you have to
sit them down one by one.
However long it takes…
Because I can’t begin my lesson
if pupils are standing.
Then you have to get silence.
Quiet please!
You’re in class!
As soon as I entered they quietened down.
Yet I saw…
3 dancing on the desks down the back
with a boom-box blaring
eating, dancing…
While the teacher was glued
to the board talking to herself!
On the brink of tears!
Incapable.
We were sitting on a bomb about to go off.
They burnt the school.
They set fire to part of the school.
This floor was saved, as it didn’t burn.
In some schools
problems of integration are intensified
having 30 to 40 different
ethnic groups to deal with.
What a failure for the educational system.
For society itself.
Proof of the knock-on effect
by which street violence
ends up in the schoolyard:
shortly after the Vaulx-en-Velin riots
attacks on teachers there increased.
Is it normal to hit teachers?
Yeah, if they hit us.
They get what’s coming to them.
How old are you?
I’m 15.
-14… -Yeah, sure!
Thirteen and a half.
- All in junior high?
- Yeah.
My principal hit me…
‘cos I can’t read, I’m too ashamed.
So he took me to his office and hit me.
So my big brother came
to his office and sorted him out.
- I swear!
- He did that?
Yeah I swear,
he doesn’t know my big brother.
- He got into trouble over that?
- No.
He doesn’t know my big brother,
he’s in the army.
They couldn’t find him.
- You find that normal?
- Sure!
They pick on Arabs, it’s not on…
Do I insult you French?
But kids ought to work in school.
Like I said, I don’t like reading.
He said I should, but I don’t want to.
What’ll you do later if you can’t read?
I dunno, sport…
Go on welfare!
At Jean-Jaurès, a petrol-bomb
in the principal’s office.
Setting fire to things is pretty routine.
8 days later, explosion in
the toilets of Bobigny high-school.
A home-made bomb…
I’ve spoken so far abut unarmed aggression,
but I’ve seen teachers
injured with arms…
The most modern developments
of historical reality
have illustrated very precisely
how Thomas Hobbes thought
man’s life must have been
before he knew civilization
and the state:
lonely, dirty, devoid of pleasure,
dimwitted, brief.
Radio Paris is lying…
Radio Paris is German.
Today the hour of Nazism
has become that of all Europe.
Don’t forget,
tonight we switch to Winter Time.
At 3 a.m. it’s 2 a.m.
So before you go to bed
put your clocks back one hour.
Tonight we lose an hour,
at 2 a.m. it’ll be 3 a.m.
Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt
this program to bring you important news.
Word has just been received
from the Atomic Energy Commision
that due to a change
in the wind direction
the residue from this morning's
atomic detonation
is drifting in
the direction of St. George.
It is suggested that everyone remain
indoors for one hour or until further notice.
There is no danger.
First there was Hiroshima…
Everyone thought it didn’t concern us.
It had no repercussions.
Then there was Chernobyl.
Everyone thought it would go away.
The government told us:
“Everything’s fine”.
Eat the mushrooms, go for walks.
There’s no problem!
Five years have passed.
Chernobyl has entered every household.
The G7’s gift to the Ukraine:
the means to complete
this new nuclear power-plant.
But to replace Chernobyl,
7% of the national grid, more is needed.
Thus Ukraine is driving a hard bargain.
Mikhail Umanev says
it’ll take 30 years to wipe
Chernobyl off the map.
The boss of Ukraine Nuclear thinks
rebuilding national energy policy
will require at least $5 billion
and saving the Ukraine
means 6 new reactors.
In today’s declaration,
the G7 has given the Ukraine new loans
amounting to $3.5 billion.
In 30 seconds
we’ll be launching LCI the first non-stop
French news channel.
LCI, as those with Cable TV
are about to discover,
will be a non-stop news channel
with bulletins on the hour
and on the half hour.
A round-the-clock news channel
meaning that events which require it
get the on-the-air coverage they need;
flexibility in the service of news.
And of course it will be
the channel of open debate.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Go, LCI!
No one felt they were hurting others,
or sleeping on the job.
Or that financial interests
were outweighing patients’ interests.
No one felt that.
Honestly, sincerely…
It was only later we discovered
the seriousness of the illness.
And we didn’t know how to treat it.
Perhaps we could
and should have acted faster…
But today we must show
absolute solidarity with these people.
These ill men, women and children.
We must give them
better compensation, better treatment.
Efforts must be made here,
and I’ll do my utmost.
Salaried workers have the right to vote.
When it is said that transfusion…
has become totally safe,
that’s not quite true,
as there’s still a slight risk
…involved.
Because we know this risk exists
should we ban transfusions?
I’d just like to ask our viewers…
Risk of AIDS and other illnesses?
Yes… What would you do today
as Health Minister?
If you had to make a choice…
Either I ban all transfusions,
or I don’t, knowing that
there are slight risks…
of contamination by transfusion…
available in French hospitals.
What would you do?
You’d weigh up the risks.
And you’d weigh up how much
each of us would stand to earn.
You’d try to evaluate
the extent of possible contamination.
And once you’ve weighed the risks
you must decide.
What would you decide, today?
Knowing that the risk is…
minimal, but real.
At the time, the situation
was somewhat similar.
And then the risk became, big, huge…
- You weren’t aware of the risks?
- No, back then
we didn’t realize the extent of it.
It’s a risk which is always there,
it’s the risk of life.
And in that regard,
I hold myself wholly responsible.
It’s a risk which can be…
terrible, tragic, but which is…
the measure and the difficulty
of holding office.
Salaried workers have the right to vote.
At the source of dadaism,
one finds the boxer-poet Arthur Cravan
who was, during the First World War,
“deserter of seventeen nations”.
Neo-dadaism is state dadaism which
only obtains some small shock value
by producing itself in national galleries.
Nuclear power likes to be surrounded
by images of its favorite animal.
Magritte would have had
the opportunity to write
"This is not a sheep".
He complained he wasn’t sleeping enough.
Now he had to cut short his holiday
Silvio Berlusconi
has reason to be irritable.
His majority is dwindling daily
the Lire is falling,
dragging his empire with it.
Many people are currently
acting against National interest
so I have had to cut short my holiday.
This ceremony has been
filled with unusual sights
images Pierre Bérégovoy
would like to have seen
sights his loved ones will have seen.
E.Balladur, Prime Minister,
R.Monory, President of the Senate
Philippe Séguin, Chief Whip
V.G. d’Estaing, C.Pasqua…
P.Maurois, L.Fabius, M.Rocard,
all on the same bench.
The entire French political establishment
gathered in grief.
On the other side,
the former Prime Minister’s family
his brother,
his children and grandchildren.
Up front, Mrs Bérégovoy flanked by
François and Danielle Mitterrand.
A highly emotional ceremony…
the homily, by the bishop of Nevers,
Monsignor Moutel
on the theme of mystery.
No one…
knows the heart of man…
Only God fathoms the secret of our lives…
and the mystery…
that dwells within each of us…
No one may judge his fellow…
The details of the ceremony
were decided by the family
who wished to hear Rossini’s Agnus Dei
so dear to Pierre Bérégovoy.
Paris is overflowing,
not with water from the Seine
but with enthusiasm for art.
The culture of the past is
the object of universal consensus
and an egalitarian admiration.
But in each of its concrete expressions,
it often ends up being as inauthentic
as today’s reconstructed Pont-Neuf.
Their daily diet in this city under siege
is the Barnes Collection
or the Mona Lisa’s smile.
One smells cancer in Rue Daguerre.
On the right bank it’s the same story
The watchwords: patience and queuing.
One smells cancer in Rue de Buci.
We’re lucky, it’s not too cold today.
It’s the chance for my kids
to see something exceptional.
Cancer is refunded by the health service.
Some jostling in the crowd,
but no violence.
A few arrests, the occasional banner
spells out support for democratic reform…
the slogans are still the same:
“We want freedom”,
“We want democracy”.
Eulogy for dialectics:
It must all be played out over again.
I’d just like to prove to you
that it’s a total
…set up.
There is no way that the 10 a.m.
edition of Le Monde
could yesterday run
entire pages with interviews,
descriptions of what’d happened
1 hour before at my home
without it having been organized.
- Organized by who?
- By those
who are out to distract me
from what I want to do today
which is to speak of
youth unemployment, Europe
of my conception of human relations…
But I can’t do that,
because I spend my time…
justifying myself before endless attacks
coming so hard and fast that I think
someone’s out to prevent me
getting to the 12th.
Let me give you the latest…
Last week, they contested
the status of my boat.
Yet it’s had the same status
for the past 10 years.
It’s had it since it was built.
- There was a complaint…
- 10 years on!
10 years later, they question its status.
- A complaint…
- No, it flies the French flag
one of the few
on the French Riviera to do so.
Most others are registered in
Panama, S. America, or Bahamas.
Because it’s French they’re after me.
I mean, why this sudden complaint
from the customs
concerning a 10-years-old boat?
I’ll tell you why.
Because last week, it was my boat.
This week my furniture.
And next week it’ll be the removal
of my parliamentary immunity…
A renewed demand.
There have been 3 since the 5th Republic,
I’ve had 3 in 9 months.
- What will you do?
- Do?
Defend myself, by telling people
what they’ve already understood:
My honor is at stake…
What really hurts is the O.M dossier.
As for the rest, they’re mere accusations
regarding how I made my money.
Yet, I would rather that…
than to be suspected
of having pocketed public money.
Every time Bernard Tapie speaks of himself,
one wonders what dishonesty
he could ever have been reproached for.
I take this occasion
to reiterate before you…
in the name of the P.L.O…
and the Palestinian people…
our commitment to these peace agreements…
and their application…
We will pursue them
with firm determination,
and in all sincerity
with our new and dear neighbor…
Mr Prime Minister of Israel…
and Mr Minister of
Foreign Affairs of Israel…
you are our new neighbors.
Before, we were cousins.
I and my brother Fayçal
are both sons of Abraham.
May God bless him…
Yes, we are children of Abraham…
you are children of Abraham…
We are therefore cousins and we should now…
be colleges….
friends and neighbors
Not just for us, but for the whole region…
and for the good of humanity.
Three media barons rethink current
World events and have us look in at length.
Tonight, politics, in good company…
A political climate which seems rather odd
one both serene and tense…
No political daggers drawn,
but insinuations nonetheless
like those voiced in parallel yesterday by
Simone Veil and Michel Rocard.
The new politico-literary salons of Paris.
Simone Veil who favors
raising social security contributions…
Surprised, Philippe?
I think she, like everyone, was surprised
by the size of the Social Security deficit.
- Surprised, you think?
- Yes, the Prime Minister…
- Surprised, really?
- Yes, I think she was.
And that the Prime Minister
had made a more modest calculation…
Here the excellence of each
is confirmed by the endless
admiring nods of the other two.
…of the deficit. And so her situation is
rather odd,
because her counterweight here
in none other than Charles Pasqua
they are the two who stand out…
- With different approaches…
- Indeed.
So, she has a problem,
she’s also the urban portfolio,
but for now the French are expecting her
to settle the Social deficit,
meaning that on the urban front,
the parliamentary debate begins tomorrow,
she’ll probably be a bit
cash-strapped for her budget.
So it’s not an easy situation.
Yet I didn’t find her remarks vague…
I found her extremely prudent,
like her leader.
I suspect the Interior Minister
will be less so
when he voices his problems.
But I didn’t…
really understand when you said that
the climate was rather odd.
“Cough it up!
We’ll see what comes out”.
It’s just this mix of serenity and tension…
I mean, the situation remains worrying.
Yes, but everyone knew that.
What continues to…
totally amaze me,
is that for months on end
we’ve been told that
the economic situation was good,
whereas now the French
seem to have suddenly discovered,
seemingly without surprise,
that it’s catastrophic.
And it leaves them as unruffled as before.
I find that good, yet one might question
what I wouldn’t call apathy, but…
acceptance of an effectively
unusual situation.
And you Serge?
Regarding Simone Veil
or the overall situation?
On the overall climate
which colors, if you like,
what ministers are saying.
I think the elections
were a reflection of that.
There was both rejection
and hardly much enthusiasm for…
an alternative government.
So I think Edouard Balladur’s skillfulness…
his political intelligence
was to interpret that…politically
in the balance he found,
in this presentation he made
of his government and its policy
in that spirit of
a moderate measured Right.
So I think that pleases public opinion….
It ties in well with the overall picture…
Act Up on parade!
We’re making war on AIDS!
A small apartment near
Place de la Republique:
the headquarters of ACT UP.
Today, the association has
200 active members and 500 supporters.
Self-financed, it refuses
subsidies in order to maintain
its freedom.
For once someone is
doing something symbolic for AIDS
which will have more impact
than AFLS messages.
You would rather remove a condom
from the Obelisk than install…
You would rather remove it -it was removed-
than install distributors
of condoms in high-schools
or syringes in the city.
So what’s your answer?
With the pill; no drinking,
no smoking. Are you kidding?
Who is the Minister of Health in France?
The Minister of the Interior, of Justice?
Pasqua, is that it? So now we know!
No I won’t stop!
It’s World AIDS Day
and once more France is blind stupid!
All the Ministry can do is mess up!
So, you’ve better things to do
than care for AIDS victims!
Immune defense is a thing
uf the past on earth.
The Boutboul family reunited!
Mother says son-in-law was
investigating her involvement.
All the journalists told me!
Why?
Why?
I’m really happy to see you.
Why couldn’t we have been reunited
without all that…
without Jacques having to die?
Why?
Yes it’s surprising
that a father would decide…
to vanish from her daughter’s life?
Yes, but a man of 45 doesn’t think
like a man of 74.
When I was younger
I had more go, more dynamism
I wanted to be independent
and not weighed down…
by family life…
I felt it stifled my freedom.
So when you divorced
you broke off all contact?
Yes, when I separated…
from Elisabeth, I saw no more of Dari.
Though I occasionally saw Elisabeth.
Who told me about the problems
she was having over the years…
The problems Dari was having
with her school-mates…
So I said, “Tell her I’m dead
so there’ll be no more talk”…
- What’d you do last night?
- Last night!
We saw a 30-foot-tall giant!
Telling the future in a big crystal ball!
And then the giant shrank
beside a huge boat!
Then the boat ran aground near a volcano!
And the volcano changed
into a mystery isle!
- Are you both feeling okay?
- An island, I swear!
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This D.R.S.P. appears to be the most
legitimate heir to factory work of old.
- Why too late?
- Because we’re snowed under.
There are far too many cases.
Too many new arrivals.
We found 800 bodies
by the roadside this morning.
Upon arriving here, another 100.
By the time we deal with those bodies,
there’ll be another 100.
And to rehydrate people
with unfamiliar personnel…
and 2 or 3 expatriates, it’s beyond us.
How many doctors are you?
For now, we’re 2 doctors here…
and 3 expatriate nurses…
- That’s all…
- Totally insufficient.
Yes, given the scale, whether we’re here
or not, has little impact.
You’ve saved some?
I hope so, yes…
but tomorrow there’ll be
twice as many dead…
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