Rue de Paris (1959) - full transcript

While Henri was a POW during the war, his wife passed away and he returned to face the challenges of bringing up three children alone. Henri may get drunk and angry at times but he also has a better side that will not stay buried.

- These your civvies.

- If you don't like 'em...

- Where you wanna call in?

- My place?

-I'll be a surprise.

-After two years,

...I don't know

who'll be surprised.

-In 3 hours the train leaves...

20 minutes later the Od?on metro station.

I go up Rue de Bussy,

and stop at No. 26.

I climb five floors, ring the bell.

And who opens the door? Bobonne!

Leave it...

-Whadda you mean?

-His wife died a month ago.

-I didn't know.

-When you don't know, you keep quiet.

I think this stuff's

made out of wood fibre!

I'm gonna look like an idiot.

Yours is great.

-Take it.

-You don't have to.

Go on...I don't care.

G'day.

G'day Simone.

They've really grown.

-At their age, two years

makes a big difference.

Sure does.

What'd their mother die of?

-She just died in childbirth.

The baby's in your room.

So then...there's that...

In this final of the amateur

sprint championship...

...which Lou Neveux

shouldn't lose,

...it?s the likes of the new

Lucien Michard,

...that will confirm this for him.

Lou Neveux comes back...

he's neck and neck with Martin.

20 metres to go!

And then he easily passes him.

Neveux has won

the French championship.

Here before the cameras...

...we have the young French champion.

...we're at 16 Rue des Prairies,

at the bottom of the building...

...where the Neveux family live.

Lou Neveux is surrounded...

...by quite a crowd.

Girl fans as well...

...he's a good-looking boy.

Half the neighbourhood

seem to have been invited.

Is your family here

in full force tonight?

Yes, that's Fernand.

The youngest.

-Yes.

-A future champion.

And here is Lou Neveux's sister

who's name is...

Odette.

You're 22...

May I reveal that?

-Yes.

-You're a sales girl...

...in a shoe store.

Still single?

Yes.

I'm sure you'll find

Mr Right soon.

I should like to introduce

the one, without whom...

...we wouldn't be celebrating

the champion's jersey here,

...the one without whom

there?d be no champion Neveux...

...the champion's father.

All the people here this evening

seem to be friends.

You live here long?

-Yes, it's been quite some time.

Since the birth of my last in '42

when I came out of the army.

Do you think that

Lou Neveux...

...will turn professional?

-That's up to him.

-Could he become

world champion?

I hope so.

Us too.

We'll meet this summer

in Amsterdam.

Thank you, sir.

Here at Rue des Prairies,

this is Raymond Marcillac.

- I'll take you up to the Martini terrace.

We'll get a photo.

Monsieur Neveux,

are you coming with us?

If I don't buy a round,

there'll be a riot!

-Can I take your daughter?

-Yes, but look after her.

For sure.

A couple of bottles of white.

Shake hands.

Once again.

Thanks.

Congrats kiddo!

I was there earlier.

Great job.

-Thanks Mr Loutrel.

-We need to have a chat.

-No problem.

-What do you make?

-About 45,000 a month.

-Do you want to make more?

-Doing what?

Publicity photos.

-I'm telling you...

Martin stunned him at the pulling away.

"Stunned"?

You're the one

like a stunned mullet.

You don't know from shit

about bikes.

I saw the Tour de France go past

this summer.

That's what I'm saying...

you don't know from shit.

Seeing that is just a show.

-Any ideas about technique...zero.

-I've seen Charley Gaul.

-Charley Gaul!

I agree...a good competitor.

If you want to talk about road racing,

I know something about it.

There were bike riders

before Charley Gaul!

Not show ponies!

What about Christophe,

Alavoine, Thiss, Lambot?

Not to forget Henri.

Henri who?

Oh, Ernest!...

"Henri who" he asks!

Henri P?lissier,

my good sir!

Back when

they had no gears.

They really had to work

to climb a mountain.

I'd like to see your son

climb a mountain.

This idiot

takes my breath away!

When you talk politics

you can forget the niceties, OK.

But sport's serious

You compare climbers

with sprinters.

It'd be like mixing birds

with greyhounds.

Gildas, one for the road!

My round.

I'm sorry you were

spoken to like that.

In future, if you talk bikes,

don't talk bullshit.

I still don't understand

that pulling away.

Give me a bike

so I can show you!

I won't even mention

what gear ratio we're in.

...because in that respect

you don't know from shit!

Right...!

You're on the rails

in the last bend, right?

You're leading the also-rans.

You're watching the guy

behind you.

Head down, arms bent...

nonchalantly.

Fine...

You accelerate a bit.

The fucker behind you has to decide.

Does he stay on your tail

or does he go under.

You speed up a bit more.

And a bit more.

Hurry up,

the whistle's going.

-Cough up.

-I've nothing to pay.

You're jealous because I came top.

You got the same...

When Verdier was top,

his father gave him 500.

-Because of you, it's over.

-It's not the way it's done.

-500 + 500 makes 1000. Cough up.

-Leave me alone.

-If you touch me, I'll tell.

- Listen...

We don't want Verdier to be out of pocket.

You've been warned.

Bastard!

Your helmet?

What about my helmet?

-It's not meant to be...

...hanging like a decoration.

-Sorry, boss.

You remind me of

the 20th Artillery in Poitiers.

We had an adjutant...

...who carried on like you.

-You got 20 more years on you.

-Work safely.

-You probably wake up in yours.

-You got a skinful yesterday didn't you.

- Not so much.

-Did you manage to get to bed?

-No...I just had 3 whites.

-What?

-Well...4.

Some people can celebrate

without drowning in plonk and porn.

Who's that remark in aid of?

Nobody.

At your godson's communion

I had to stop you...

...from dropping your trousers.

You know your godson

is turning professional?

It's the right move.

-And Odette's into photography.

The TV got her a chance...and she left.

I'm happy she got out of

selling shoes.

There was always some customer

trying to get off with her.

Publishing and fashion

is another world.

What about Fernand?

-He's another matter.

-Obviously.

Whadda you mean by that?

Fernand's not a home product.

I've done more for him

than for the other two.

Too much more...

the other two left school at 14.

You're really pushing Fernand.

I know that my two

think about it.

Fernand's father might be

a good guy or a bastard.

I want him to learn things,

just in case.

I've done my duty.

You better get yourself

some visiting cards.

-"Henri Neveux, Dutiful Man".

-Cut it out.

-Why not?

You wouldn't have much competition.

More profile.

That's it.

Whadda you looking for?

-The shots of Sylvie.

-At the printer's.

-You could've got them back.

-Michel Ange was combing,

...he wasn't doing the floors.

Take off...

...your bra.

You don't need it

at your age.

There...much better.

Don't move.

There...once again.

Pass the cardigan.

What are you waiting for?

Where will I change?

Sorry?

-Where will I change?

-At home.

Take the Metro,

go home, come back...I'll wait for you.

Well may you shake

Daddy Loutrel's hand, kiddo!

It's all signed.

Three races.

-No kidding?

-You start the ball rolling in two weeks...

...at Bordeaux, the following Sunday here

and the next at Rouen.

I've programmed you

with Renaldi and Fougeron.

3 match-races with 2 and 1 with 3.

- Renaldi...I can pace him

without pedalling!

I know a good brake supplier...

want the address?

Because you're not going to win

in Bordeaux.

-It'll be Renaldi.

-What!?

You'll win the following Sunday.

Bordeaux's his.

-If I want.

-You go faster than Renaldi...

...and Fougeron.

You'll beat them separately, OK.

But 2 against 1,

you going to Plumeau's?

I cleared things up

to avoid that.

Then we have a revenge match-race.

It's a snack.

You're the big hope.

Renaldi's the certainty.

He's left some reminders.

You're worth 3 seats.

Renaldi fills a stadium,

if he can win.

-Races have never been thrown!

-What would you know?

You can refuse

the whole proposal if you wish.

Amateur sport...

fine, pure.

You'll go on winning

useless prizes every Sunday.

I'm a democrat myself.

To each his own.

You can go back

to your factory.

I need a decision right now

for Bordeaux.

It's either 'yes' or fuck-all!

It's yes, Mr Loutrel.

I have to tell you, Mr Neveux,

that your son is a brute...

...and a young hooligan.

Fundamentally antisocial.

Anti-social!

I weigh my words.

Not content with punching Perrot,

one of our better students,

...he's extorted 1000 francs

from him.

was it you who did this

to your friend's eye?

He's no friend of mine.

Fortunately.

-Was it you or not?

-It was me.

-A confessed sin...?

-No Mr Neveux.

That would be too easy.

It's not only his eye,

...and that he suffers from migraines,

but it's the matter of extortion.

Why did your son

want to blackmail my Paul?

Jealousy?

We are talking about blackmail

aren't we?

"Coercion involving threats of harm"

Answer, Fernand.

We're waiting, Neveux.

-Speak.

-No.

Silence...the law of the underworld...

nice mentality.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'll repay the 1,000 francs.

-Don't bother

-Say thank you.

We could have asked

for his dismissal.

Thank you madam.

Make this boy

break his silence.

We grant him a reprieve.

Observe there was no apology,

not a word of regret.

The well is dry.

Distressing.

Goodbye.

Come along.

What's the story

about this 1000 francs?

-Perrot's a poofter.

-That's not what I asked you.

If we could get 1000 out of all the poofs,

there'd be no need to work.

Giving him a whack is one thing...

but I don't like the money business.

Did he owe it to you?

Eh?

You owed it to someone?

With my father, such a thing

meant the door.

That doesn't hold up

but there's still something that does...

-It's a kick up the arse!

-I'm not talking, especially to you.

Your head's right.

You're antisocial...

...and a helluva pain in the neck...

Let me tell you!

That's another thing!

Well then!

Isn't it nice?

We don't see enough

of each other.

I saw you every day

for 2 years.

That's a case when

the war years count for double!

I got life!

I need a remission of sentence.

You're having a go at me...

how about we talk about you.

-Still up on the girders?

-Yeah.

-Still flogging shoes?

-Are you kidding?...

Get your photos out,

we'll show 'em something.

-These aren't retouched.

-Those aren't for our album..

They're for the press.

-Wow!

Want to see some

grounds for divorce?

This pay better than shoes?

Yes...and it's such

a different world.

It's all above board.

I checked it out.

-You know we've another making a new start?

-Yes.

-Would the champ like a juice?

-No thanks.

- We make our professional debut

next Sunday in Bordeaux.

-We'll win of course.

-It hasn't happened yet!

-You'll easily beat

those two clowns, won't you?

-The two clowns

know the track well.

In five minutes flat,

you will too!

He's a comedian.

Why don't you grab my bike

and lose yourself some weight.

You understand

today's youth?

In my day a father would have said

"You are going to win",

...he would have said "yes dad".

Now they just talk back.

Remember Grasset?

He won quite a lot of races.

-Yeah.

-Grasset?

-Do you know him?

-He's an idiot.

No!...a nice guy.

-So what?

-You...you're a real champ.

Not a word from Fernand?

His exploits lie elsewhere...

in boxing.

Really?

-There's a future in that.

-Let's change the subject, please.

As you wish...

-After lunch I'm going to take a stroll.

-I'm going to have a dance.

Me too!

You can challenge me there.

Well Odette?

-Dad dances like an angel.

-He was a gigolo when he was young.

-Don't be disrespectful to your father!

I'll go take a pedal-boat.

Fernand,

you're boasting too much.

You've come out with us

for some fresh air.

I suggest you forget boating

and keep your mouth shut.

It's a beautiful Sunday...

no time for arguments.

-Are you the kid's parent?

- No.

Then don't interfere,

...or things will get nasty.

Two steaks

with pat? to start.

Two more of those.

Good to see your kids

getting ahead.

-I'm going to stretch out.

-Come and take a walk instead.

Otherwise it'd be playing cards!

If you'll excuse me,

...if the young lady

would do me the honour?

The honour's mine.

Your friend's a good-looking guy.

The old boy's alright!

Yes.

Do you come here often,

mademoiselle?

Do you come here often?

We usually go to Robinson.

Do you know it?

No, I'm a racing cyclist.

French Champion.

Have you heard of me?

Better track here

than at Bordeaux!

Who's that?

My trainer.

What's this?

-Cha-cha.

-Don't know it.

Come on... Watch...

1-2, 1-2-3.

1-2, 1-2-3.

1-2, 1-2-3.

1-2, 1-2-3.

1-2, 1-2-3.

1-2...

-Get a load of the old geezer.

-She's hot.

-That's disgusting...

a chick with a geriatric.

-Shut up, or I'll rearrange your face.

-You and who's army?

-One hand'll do.

-Oh yeah?

Sit down before I drop you!

-Cut it out!

-You want it grandpa!

I should give you

the same!

You fight during the week

and Sunday it's on again!

What did they say to you?

-Nothing!

-So?

I'm sick of having this

round my neck!

Who do you get

this behaviour from?

You were made at Pinder's

or Bouglione's...not at our place!

Fernand!

-Did he get hurt?

-Don't feel sorry for him!

What'd I say?

We came to spend

a day in the country...

...and you tackle 3 guys.

I won't apologise.

And you're touchy

and sulky.

-You've got to pull yourself together.

-I'm thinking about what you said.

About what?

You're lucky...

I remember.

Did you want to go pedal-boating?

- No.

But if it makes you happy...

You think you're something!

The Dubourgs'll be wondering

where we've got to.

We won't talk.

Parents of boxers

need to come prepared.

I only tapped the guy,

you really gave him a whack in the mouth.

That's something else.

Keep pedalling.

I'm a pain in the arse,

but you still like me, eh?

Pedal!

We've got to get ready

for the big boat race...

...so concentrate.

Let's see...

"Renaldi winner in Bordeaux."

"In Bordeaux, for his pro debut,

Lou Neveux had to bow...

"...to Renaldi."

There's a photo of your brother

in either 'Lib?ration' or 'Combat'.

Have a look outside.

I haven't got any change.

-Get off!... You fooled me!

-What are you buying?

-A veal roast.

-How miserable!

-With fries.

-That'll do it.

-I got home late last night.

-We had to eat without you.

-I didn't eat.

I worked til 3 in the morning.

A guy came onto me

while I was waiting for a taxi.

I'm sorry I haven't got a room

near the agency,

...for those nights

I finish late.

If that can help you

not have to be out alone at night.

There's a family boarding house nearby.

I'll check them out.

You know there's something else

I'd be happier with.

That's not funny any longer.

Take that...

I'll get the bread.

Hi Mrs Gildas.

Can I use the phone.

It's there.

Hullo, Jacques?

Yes, darling.

Yes, just now.

No, he didn't take it too badly.

Yes.

Neveux threatens the best.

I always trained in secret.

My father didn't want me to do cycling.

My first win earned me my first correction.

There you are.

I was starting to get worried.

-I haven't forgotten.

-What do they say?

-What you'd expect!

-He came second.

Probably my fault.

Loulou...got the papers!

Wanna look?

-I've had a look

at Loutrel's place.

-What'd they say?

-That you're a bastard.

-What?

-I'm telling you...here!

I've seen it...so what?

Don't you know about publicity?

You gotta tell fibs

to interest people.

-You just don't get it.

-I sure do.

-If he reads it, he'll take it wrong.

-He doesn't care.

I didn't say he mistreated me.

I just said that he didn't want me

to do cycling.

And all the tyres, the bikes...

who paid for them?

Nobody's ever cared about that.

The public want stories.

So we added

a few setbacks.

Make it more interesting.

According to 'The Team', you're a vegetarian...

You eat chicory every day.

He takes it as a joke.

Your salads stick in my craw.

You're looking smart!

Where you going?

-I'm going to the Bois.

Renaldi's gonna eat my dust.

-Dad OK?

-He hasn't seen you all week.

I said I'd be in Saturday-Sunday.

It's Sunday.

I warned you.

Look out!

Hi!

-So there you are!

-I'm going to change.

Since you're leading a boy's life

the trousers are appropriate.

You'll change your mind

when you see the dress I was loaned.

You alright?

You got a funny look.

I been kicked out of school.

I nicked the letter from the head.

I'll have to pretend I'm there.

What a joke.

You wouldn't tell him?

You're too smart to do that.

Turn around!

You gotta stay calm and think it over.

I've been doing that all night

-You want my advice? Don't look!

-I can't think straight...tell me!

If Loulou wins,

grab that moment to tell Dad.

That's an idea.

If Loulou does another Bordeaux,

I'm history.

Dad?

-What?

-You think Loulou'll make it this afternoon?

-If he doesn't win, he'll get a kick up the bum.

The first of a great run.

Here we are at Princes Park.

We're on the air...

...with the race for

the final of the sprint.

Lou Neveux and Renaldi

have qualified.

This is Lou Neveux's second

professional race.

He was beaten in the first

by Renaldi.

His manager, Jo Loutrel,

looks nervous and worried...

he's forever fiddling with his stop-watch.

The two contestants...

...are getting in position

on the starting line.

They're adjusting their toe clips.

Ready..!

They're off!

Lou Neveux got away quickest.

He's marking time...

forcing Renaldi to go ahead.

It's a handicap to Renaldi, as at the start

it's better to stay behind.

Renaldi moves off

and surprises Neveux.

He's 5...10 metres in front.

Neveux's coming back...!

...but he's not catching up!

Renaldi's not weakening!

Last turn.

Neveux climbs and dives

outside his opponent!

He's coming back hard

on Renaldi!

There's no more than

3 metres between them!

On the finishing line

he's a second in front.

-Bravo Neveux!

-12.2 seconds.

-Congratulations.

-He's going to be a bombshell!

-My son beats records!

-Hey!

-You don't realise what's happened.

-That's why I'm laughing!

Wow!

Mr Gildas, You know I'm a friend,

but you're going to have to change your products.

If you're not going to bring out

the vintage stuff...

...we'll celebrate our victories elsewhere.

-It's cold.

It's a matter of status.

Take your cap off.

Why?

To see how big

your head has swollen.

I'll also make the door wider

so you can fit through.

Here's to you.

And to us, boyo!

What did Loutrel say?

He's got offers

from Milan and Brussels.

-Van Kopens is on the bill.

-Good.

-He's no Renaldi.

-11 seconds...nobody gets past.

Watching you on the track

gave me regrets.

I should've had

a sporting career.

I was a pretty good

football player at school.

Henri Neveux...

1st prize in gymnastics.

-You were dismissed from primary school.

-The headmaster couldn't stand me.

-It was crazy.

-It happens.

-I've told you about it before.

-I've forgotten.

We sent messages in Morse code

with a pocket mirror.

One day the head

was watching us.

I send "Head is a shithole".

The kids laughed, but not him.

He'd done his army service

in the Signal Corps. I was kicked out.

My father gave me

an almighty walloping.

He was a hard man.

I'd do the same to you

if you did something like that.

He knows. He's promised that

in his next school...

His next school?

Fernand's been dismissed.

You make a good comedy team.

Congrats...I nearly fell for it!

It's true.

Stop your nonsense.

Agh! Missed.

What's this?

I've had enough laughs for tonight.

I'm going to bed.

You lot, too.

Fernand's going find

boarding-school life very boring.

I'll be bored too.

But we'll try.

He's the one taking the rap.

He tried to get agreement

It was just a matter of talking...

...to scare him about

the boarding-school.

-You eating with us?

-No I'm off.

-'bye.

-'bye.

What did she come for?

Why ask me? You phoned her...

I'm not blaming you about Fernand.

Here...open it.

Don't like envelopes these days...

Open it. A grand...

my fees for the 2 races.

The next ones will be better.

Loutrel will make the most of my advantage.

Great...hang on to it.

It's for my board.

-Board's 20 grand.

You've given it to me.

I gave you 2000 when I was making

4500 at the factory.

You've earned the extra with your legs.

It's yours...keep it.

So I'll take you to dinner.

We'll pick the most expensive...

...restaurant in Paris.

Of course you can take

your father to dinner.

Did you notice a car

waiting downstairs?

-There was a pretty swish one.

-The big one.

-Convertible?

-Yeah.

Your sister runs around in it.

Because it's an agency car.

They use it in photos.

Paris elegance,

French prestige.

-In an American car?

-They can't drape

...classy bimbos...

...over mopeds.

-Of course.

-Why won't you serve me?

-It's Saturday.

-I'll pay next week.

-How you going? Hi, kid.

A white

and a beer for Fernand.

Loulou's racing in Rouen tomorrow.

How'd you like to go?

-I gotta be back in the box by 8 o'clock.

-So you do.

We could go to the movies.

Wanna go this evening?

Your girl phoned.

She's doing photos this weekend.

She'll be back on Monday.

-Just like that?

-I'm just the messenger.

There's a gangster film,

and something about love.

She kisses in a straw hat.

That'd do me.

Hm? What the hell do you want

with a straw hat?

Take this for the pool.

Don't stay in the water more than 3 hours.

We'll meet back at the house.

If I'm late,

...eat without me.

There's some cold pork and eggs.

'bye.

-Miss Neveux, please.

-She's not here.

-She's rarely here.

-I see.

I'm just in town for the day.

I'm her father.

Do you know where she is?

She left a number

to leave messages.

Poincar? 2871.

-Can I call here?

-50 francs.

Thanks.

Answering service,

what number do you want?

Poincar? 2871.

- Mr Pedrell?

- Er, yes.

The subscriber is away

until midday Monday.

You can call Montfort-l'Amaury 37.

-Come again?

-Montfort-l'Amaury 37.

-Thanks.

-Any message?

No thanks.

Thanks madame.

Montfort-l'Amaury 37.

That's the 'Folly Inn'.

-Shall I call it for you?

-Not worth it, thanks.

-You got a white?

- Chablis, Sancerre, Muscadet?

A small Sancerre.

Those girls are

walking with 'Fido'.

-'Fido'?

-You don't know him?

Roger Morris,

a member of the Institute.

He's an old customer, very loud.

He was 'barking' all night!

-What do you mean?

-Before, he was lifting his leg...

...pissing along the hedge.

-Odd behaviour for around here.

There's Pedrell's lot.

They're very quiet.

The four of them sleep together,

two men...two women.

We should take photos

to show at Sunday school...

...as examples.

That Pedrell does alright for himself!

See the little number at the rear?

She's fresh meat.

Working-class Paris accent.

He likes to take...

... this type.

Easier to manipulate!

Odette!

-I need to talk to you.

-Things are in a mess.

So I see.

Don't I have a right

to come out to the country?

Oh yes!

Did you bring the gardening outfit

or did he give them to you?

-Who?

-The gent outside.

Which one?

The one who paid for

your room.

Go on...put on

your usual act!

Give me the unworthy

daughter treatment!

-Whore treatment!

-How dare you!

That's the truth!

My daughter's a whore!

Oh, great!

The man downstairs is my lover.

We sleep together!

May I remind you

I'm an adult!

He is too...

and has been for a long time!

Have you looked at him?

He's my age and I'm your father!

I love him.

You love him?

He's refined!

You like his car

and his cash!

No one sleeps with an old guy

because he's refined!

He's charming.

Surely not in the sack!

You trying to upset me?

I'm trying to understand

why you haven't understood!

-What?

-That he's old!

That he has money...that you sell yourself

...that he buys you!

I knew when I came here

you'd be with someone,

...but a young guy

your own age!

Salesgirl was alright?

The whore and her john

is better?

-Pack your bag!

-No!

-What?

-I'm staying!

I'm fed up with

being the maid!

-Whose maid?

-Yours!

I have to wash in the kitchen!

Like me!

You won't accept progress!

Playing the whore is progress?

Stuff your morals!

It's been 3rd class for me

for 20 years!

-Now I'm in First, I'm staying!

-Sleeping berth supplement.

Daddy!

She's calling you.

-What are you doing there?

-I was waiting.

You won't get to your room by 8.

I'm fed up.

Fed up with what?

Supervisors, textbooks,

exercise books. I want to work.

You've never been a boarder.

I've been a soldier.

-You enjoyed that?

-That was something else.

Studying bugs me.

Do tell.

-You were working at 14.

-So?

You got tired of school.

I could've done better.

A foreman at 55,

you think that's an achievement?

There's nothing better

I could've done?

You live OK!

I'm not saying we live badly.

But four in a 2-bedroom,

...it's not ideal.

I'd like you

to do better than me.

Life's like a voyage.

I'd like you to arrive...

...first.

Be a good boy

and make an effort.

I'm asking you that.

I'll walk with you to the Metro.

You gonna say goodbye?

You want me to make it,

but you're happy to stay put.

Why learn to work out how fast...

...a bath empties.

-One day...

...you'll own your own bathroom

thanks to that.

-You're back from the country?

-Great news.

Jacques wants me to marry him.

I'll be Mrs Pedrell.

When he saw how upset I was

after you left,

... he asked me...

... to marry him.

It was lucky you came.

Jacques is wonderful...

I just can't tell you.

-I couldn't really tell you yesterday

-You'll make up for it!

He's the Pedrell in pulp mills,

newspapers...all that.

He has a fantastic apartment

and a country house in the South.

We'll go on a honeymoon

as soon as some problems have been fixed.

You two can afford to buy problems?

You stop at nothing.

Jacques is getting a divorce.

His wife's a bitch.

-Oh yeah!

-She's delaying things.

I'll see you down at home.

I've got a game of bowls.

Fix dinner for 8 o'clock.

Gimme a small white.

Got a phone book?

In the phone box.

-Sir?

-What?

A Mr Neveux is asking for you.

Well, since he's here.

Come in, my good man.

You must forgive me

for inviting you in at dinner time.

And not asking you to dine.

Tea and biscuits

are my diet medication.

Please sit down.

Peppermint, jasmine, rose?...

-Tea?

-No thanks.

Would you rather champagne

or scotch?

Probably a Pernod...

Max, do we have any Pernod?

No...shall I go get some?

We've already sighted each other.

-You're Odette's father

-Yes.

Please accept my compliments!

So what can I do for you?

You could turn off that thing

so we can talk.

"That thing"? That's harsh.

Bach's C minor Mass.

Would you prefer something else?

I don't have any

piano-accordion music.

For me, music stopped

at the 18th century.

Odette's spoken to me.

She told me what you wanted to do.

She did the right thing.

She told you

I was in the process of a divorce?

Yes.

-My wife's opposing my plans.

I'll win in the end.

After which, if you allow it

and Odette still wishes it,

...we'll be married.

No.

Excuse me?

You're into pulp mills,

not me.

Of course you're

more cultivated than I am...

But old monkeys like me

know all the tricks.

You have no intention

of marrying my daughter...

Why let her believe it?

I don't understand.

Odette's just a child...

young enough to be yours.

She's ambitious,

and to become Mrs Pedrell is tempting.

You think I'm just

having her on?

Yes. You've already had her

every other way!

That's quite enough.

This conversation...

If this marriage should happen,

I'd be very unhappy.

-Ah?

-That surprise you?

A little.

Did you think I came

to seek redress?

Offended father, forelock-tugger.

Long Live the Mayor!...

... and the party goes on.

How wrong you are.

To be quite frank,

...I'd rather you were her lover

than her husband.

It wouldn't last long.

You'll leave her one day.

You'll be missed.

Instead of being deceived.

How old are you?

You're on tea now...camomile close behind.

How about 'last rites' too?

Your condolences are a bit premature.

You're far too late

to get under old Neveux's skin.

I've finished.

You can go back to your Mass.

Sit up...here's the old man.

The bowls must have gone on.

-The noodles'll be burned.

-And my evening diet?

Tea and biscuits...for my weight.

No good?

What's this then? For me

music stopped at the 18th century.

If you come home one day

with a kid from this guy,

...I'll keep it under glass...

like it was a Martian.

Odette!

-That's your idea of winning?

You're breaking us up!

-Really!

-Yes.

-So what if Pedrell fancies Odette?

-I'm your father, don't forget!!

Why go and see him...

...just when

he's talking about marrying her!?

-We spoke, I know!

-You didn't think it was a big deal?

This guy's in everything

from newspapers to cigarette papers!

I smoke tailor-made.

You only think of yourself!

A chick set up in Henri Martin Ave,

holidays down south.

We could go, too.

Big deal!

Not a good plan?

You know all about

good plans!

Your sister's getting laid

and we're on the cash register!

She's at it in bed

while we enjoy the deck-chair.

I got a load of one of your plans

2 months ago. Your race...

...in Bordeaux... that I understood.

The 'France Soir' article,

..."Martyred as a Child"...

I saw that one!

Had to be said.

I found it embarrassing,

didn't you?

As embarrassing as

the envelope business.

Why fool your backers by

concealing half the dough?

Proving what?

That you're a cheat and an idiot!

Your prizemoney was given in the press.

I've got other plans

for my money!

You wanna put me

in boarding school too?

I'll leave you

in your 2-room dump.

I can do better for myself.

I'm a cheat, an idiot

and French Champion.

And for dirty tricks...

World Champion!

Mr Neveux?

-Yes.

-Something for you.

"Jean Jaur?s Boarding School"...

They don't waste any time...

...sending an account.

You don't look too happy!

The kid didn't go back to boarding school.

He must be at a friend's.

-Not to worry then.

-2 days at a friend's place?

-Tell them I'll be late.

-Where are you going.

To the police station...

where do you think?

I'd like fries,

and 2 sausages with mustard.

Bien.

250 francs.

Plus service.

-How much is one sausage?

-70.

-Take one back and pay with that.

-You won't get far on that.

Leave it all...on my account.

Thanks.

Are you broke?

Out of work?

How old are you?

-What's with you?

-Don't get worked up!

Fries fill you up...

you want a drink?

You're very kind.

It's half-time.

In an hour I disguise as a society lady

and attack people eating onion soup...

What do you do?

Metal worker.

And you?

You're either simple or you're kidding me.

Isn't it obvious what I do?

Not really.

I'll buy you a beer.

-Emile, a middy!

-Thanks.

-I should thank you.

- What for?

Nothing. Eat.

-You chasing schoolboys now?

-I'm relaxing...any of your business?

So what does she do?

She's a streetwalker. That's obvious.

I'm not dumb

Where do you live?

Last night on a bench...

tonight I've yet to work out.

-You don't have a home?

-I do but that's another story.

-You can use my bed.

-What about you?

I have others. I kick you out

when I come home at 7am...OK?

I'm off.

You don't need anything?

No, I'm gonna crash.

You've nothing else to do.

Good night.

You look cute like that,

just like a little kid.

Just a little kiss...

OK by me!

At first, it was true...

I just wanted to kiss you.

I lied when I told you

I was out of work.

-I should be at boarding school.

-What?

What I said.

-How old are you?

-17.

-How long have you been gone?

-Since Sunday night.

Would you rather I...

-... was unemployed?

-No...go to sleep. I've got to go.

I told you.

I'd hoped you'd forgotten.

Where are you going?

See some people.

You see friends at night?

You don't see friends,

...in this life.

Tell me, Fernand, are you sure

you aren't more than 17?

I seem older?

No.

Look after yourself.

And wait for me.

Up, young man.

-The fun's over.

-What?

Up...and no nonsense.

Get dressed!

You're one lovely

piece of garbage.

Don't be offensive,

she's just helping us.

You go well together.

Stop!

Come along.

Did they force you

to give me away?

Hurry up...move it!

Go home...

you're a picture of misery.

-I didn't sleep all night.

-Nothing's happened to him,

...or you would have heard.

Don't get worked up.

"You've never been a boarder...

you don't know what it's like."

That's what he said.

He needn't have been sent there.

I thought it best.

I saw in the paper about a kid

doing himself in...

...for the same thing.

Could Fernand do that?

Shut up.

I don't go out on a limb

for the fun of it,

...but for him.

It seems that I'm unbearable,

as well.

The ideal father

has to be blind and deaf!

-Henri!

-Yes?

-Two men are here for you.

I think they're fuzz!

- Henri Neveux?

-Yes.

-We've come about your son Fernand.

-What is it?

-He's safe and sound.

He punched the officer

who arrested him.

-"Arrested"?

-Just so.

He was picked up

in a pro's bedroom.

Where is he?

Waiting for

the judge's decision.

He'll want to see me.

If the judge wants it,

you'll be able to make a statement.

At Parquet de la Seine,

Judge Moineau.

I warn you though,

he's very strict.

Assault and abuse

of a police officer.

You don't seem to realise

how serious it is.

If my boy hit a cop,

it's because the cop hit him first.

That's their job.

The typical insinuation

of a certain class of person.

A class of which you seem a typical member.

The court will learn from that fact.

I'm not here to argue.

Just give me back my boy.

The children's judge...

...will decide if your son

should be released...

...or given a custodial sentence.

After what you have heard

that may seem desirable.

You may go.

Well my dear advocate,

what's your advice?

Your case looks bad...

I'm not joking!

That judge is the most disagreeable

in the whole Palais de Justice

Your father

rubbed him up the wrong way!

-He insulted the police.

-To the judge...amazing!

-Not me!

-So?

The court will never

give him the child.

He could be locked up

until he's an adult.

Jacques!

-My sweet.

-You have to fix it.

My dear friend,

young Fernand is a parent.

I wouldn't want a parent

in prison.

If this case is too minor

for you...

-There's a solution.

-I like that better.

Since it's the father who upset the judge...

we'll charge him

...to clear the child.

It will require one of you

to look after the minor.

I'd be happy to.

You're the best placed for that.

But as for the father...

The father is still the father.

In actual fact...

Not exactly.

What do you mean?

Dad isn't Fernand's father.

He was a war prisoner

when Fernand was born.

Fernand doesn't know.

Dad thinks nobody knows...

I've got my case!

The return of the prisoner...

the child is raised in hatred.

-You have to hear the old boy out.

-It's not true, he loves Fernand.

Let's not muddle things up.

We haven't any choice...

Lunch is served.

I'm very good at explaining

while eating.

Caviar gives me ideas!

A can of tuna please.

-Big or small?

-Small. How much?

95 francs.

-A camembert please.

-There...150.

Thanks

There.

I put something aside.

How about that?!

Have you seen it?

- No.

-Your two kids in the magazine!

-Who would've ever thought that!?

-Yeah.

Good luck doesn't come alone.

-Maybe Fernand'll become a politician.

-He can't miss.

'bye.

A small white, Mr Neveux?

No, a Picon cura?ao.

Thanks.

That'll do.

You've had enough.

Gotta have one for the road.

Mrs Gildas... fill 'er up.

-They're a laugh!

-Who?

Kids!

Instead of saying to you

"I fucked up", they say...

"..I'm old enough".

-You should go.

-Wha' for?

-You haven't eaten.

-Go 'n pig-out on tuna

'n cheese...

...and wash up after...

you call that havin' a good time?

-Don't like tuna.

-Why do you buy it?

Just habit.

Fernand would eat tuna

any time.

-We had words because of that.

-Just because of that?

In the Neveux household,

vocal chords get well-used.

Now there's silence.

Silence isn't funny.

You're never satisfied.

You should see a shrink.

Off you go and hit the sack...

it's nearly 11.

Already?

Haven't been to bed so late

since I've been on my own...

...of an evening.

Haven't been out for it in 20 years.

-My love-life's stuffed.

-You don't have a love-life.

I demand a pardon!

Remember Arlette, the redhead

at the pension agency.

-That was a cuddly one

- A bit dim.

That didn't stop the cuddles.

I could grab 30 minutes

of a Saturday,

...all being well.

'cause if you add up...

...Odette's mumps,

Fernand's whooping cough...

...and Loulou's colds,

there are always interruptions.

Time now to interrupt you again.

-Go and get some sleep, eh?

-What about that Mauricette?

She failed in her studies.

There was homework in the evening,

lessons in the morning.

Fernand, with his provincial seat!

Took me a year to get a county.

Women don't like to be educated

That's why they dumped me.

Now they dump me...

...because they've grown up.

They're my kids...

grown up or not!

When they're 40

they'll still be my kids!

And I'll still be worryin'

'bout 'em!

If Odette gets dumped,

you'll see her back...

...with a bun in th' oven

for the rest of 'er fuckin' life.

Where do you find a guy to bring up

a kid that's not his?

You did.

I'm just a sucker.

The French Champion

crashed last Sunday.

I heard on the radio...

I called the team...

...to get some news.

They think they're just so great!

On top of all that

there's the young offender.

Did a runner from school...

I shoulda known.

But why 'asn't 'e come 'ome?

Scared of a belting.

I never touched 'im.

Never lifted a hand...

Can't vouch for

...the others from time to time...

for good reason.

Him...never.

I'd made a promise.

I mean NEVER

lifted a hand.

So why isn't he back.

Eh? Why?

This is all far from satisfactory.

School record - bad.

Conduct in custody - bad.

Police report - deplorable.

If you hit an officer, you can't expect

a good report from the police.

It's nothing to laugh about!

Your file is bad.

Why do you fight all the time?

The headmaster of your previous school

classified you as an antisocial...

..quarrelsome and devious bully.

What do you say?

-It's the sneaks and informers.

-So now it's MORE serious!

You don't fight for pleasure,

but for quite a different reason.

The rules must be enforced...

...in people following

your type of behaviour.

On the 17th of June in the schoolyard

you hit another boy.

What was he guilty of?...

Not giving in to your threats.

1000 francs or he'd be assaulted.

In other words - blackmail.

You know that blackmail

is a crime?

Several of your schoolmates describe you

as a "regular guy".

It's not a laughing matter!

In my experience "regular guys"

become gang leaders!

I don't like that at all!

If I release you,

I know what you'll do.

You'll be back in here

for stealing a motor-scooter.

-It becomes a habit.

-Not in our house.

You'll not speak

until you're asked!

On the 25th of June, you left home

to return to your boarding school.

In fact you met up with

a prostitute instead.

Why?

-A prostitute?

-Exactly.

Well?

I'm waiting.

Playing dumb might be

what happens in gangs,

...it's not welcome here.

Listen carefully.

Where you finish up when

you leave that box, depends on me.

I advise you to

keep that in mind.

So?

Why did you leave home?

As you wish, my boy.

Bring the first witness.

Miss Neveux.

Miss Neveux, why...

...did your brother leave home?

I don't know exactly

why he left.

This I do know,

that we've all left.

Life with father

became more impossible.

When I announced my engagement,

he slapped me.

He'd rather I was

Mr Pedrell's mistress.

Do you know why?

He couldn't forgive us

for being more successful than him.

He would have rather

I stayed a sales girl and my brother...

...a metalworker.

When Fernand wanted to work,

...he put him in a boarding school.

He finished up hating us.

Thank you, miss.

Next witness.

Mr Louis Neveux.

Mr Louis Neveux, you are the brother

of young Fernand.

You are 23 years old

You are a racing cyclist.

Yes, Your Honour.

To your knowledge, did your brother

have a reason to leave home?

It all started when I

became French Champion.

From then, my father

became jealous of everything.

He didn't get enough mentions

in the newspapers.

Once when I came second,

he said I'd lost on purpose.

It was like that

with everything.

Nobody could live

with such a madman.

Thank you.

Mr Prosecutor?

Your Honour,

...what I've just heard

inclines me to leniency.

Fernand Neveux

doesn't need to be punished,

... but to be taken in hand.

I propose that this task

be entrusted to the state

...rather than the father

about whom the information provided...

...is to say the least, distressing.

Mr Neveux has a job, that's a fact.

He pays his rent, his taxes.

We could paint the portrait...

...of the perfect worker.

It's not the man

that's the problem...

...but the father within.

Fernand Neveux

assaulted a police officer?

What could be more normal!

The father has made

defamatory comments...

...about the police.

Mr Neveux...is he not,

like most bar-flies,

...a proponent of disorder,

...against church

and the defence forces?

Mr Neveux is a holder

of the Military Medal.

That's a fact.

But does he wear it

with pride?

It denotes a whole state of mind.

In front of a judge,

Mr Neveux has insulted the police.

I have no doubt that on leaving

he'll insult this court.

He'll insult it, because

it will have the foresight...

...to place Fernand Neveux

in a supervised educational regime...

...until he comes of age.

Your honour,

my argument has been made.

It has been made by

the public prosecutor...

...who has had the foresight

to understand that Fernand Neveux...

...was not responsible.

But is the father really so?

I don't think so.

Obsessive at worst.

Obsessive because of misfortune.

I digress.

I am humbled by the misfortune

which befell Mr Neveux 17 years ago.

Oh, no...quiet about that!

For the last time,

hold your tongue!

Go on.

17 years ago, Mr Neveux

had spent 2 years in captivity

...in Germany.

His wife died,

he came home.

At home he found

a third child.

This child,

which was not his,

...is the child we see here.

I deeply regret

having to make this revelation,

...but it explains everything.

Why Neveux never loved...

...this child? Why he has always

been hard on him?

Because he was a reminder

of his misfortune.

Why was he kept apart?

Because he was the misfortune.

-The child felt it.

-Untrue!

Be quiet!

I've known for years

that I wasn't his son,

...but that is my father there.

He's the one I would have chosen.

I wish I could be like him.

I ran away from school

to be with him all the time.

-You wouldn't understand that.

-We're going to try.

Mr Neveux, do you want to

take YOUR son back?

What's up?

Nothing.

Nothing...'cause I've got myself

under control.

When I think how I was

worried sick...

...while 'Lord Muck' here

was having it off with a floozy!

I'm not going to make a fuss about it,

but all the same,

...it has to be said.

-What?

Nothing.

Let's talk about something else.

What would you like

to work at?

I want to go back to school.

Still gotta be

something else!

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