Any Human Heart (2010): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript

Hello!

Are you sleeping with my
16-year-old daughter,
you fucking English loser?!

Get out of the country. Go. It's the
only way. Straight to the airport.
Get your passport and go.

Good luck.

I'm not well.

Cancer.

Funny, I always thought I'd be
trailing in your wake, Logan.

We haven't finished yet.

What cannot be avoided,
my darling, must be accepted.

He's very still.

And very pale.



Nonsense, he'll be perfectly fine!

Strong as a horse.

I'm called Leo now.

I hated being called Lionel.

Logan?

Logan!

Logan?

Are you all right, darling?

Freya...

You be careful, my sweet.
Take care of yourself...

Ah, Mr Mountstuart.

You're back with us.

Where am I?

Intensive care in St Botolph's
Hospital, east London.



What's happened?

You were in a traffic accident,
hit by a van.

You've been in a coma for two weeks.

Two weeks?

Get some rest. You'll be all right,
but you're going to be
here for a while.

I'll have a look at her a bit later.

And how are you today?

Jolly good.

Ah, there you are!
Yes, now the thing is...

So this is Logan.

Mr Mountstuart.

Logan won't use his bed-pan.

No, I won't use my bedpan but I do
need to go to the lavatory -

to the toilet - with some urgency.
I'd like a wheelchair to take me.

I've been here for six weeks
and every time I've requested
a wheelchair, one was brought.

I'm the new matron,
things have changed.

My nurses don't wheel
patients to the toilets.

Then bring me some crutches.

You're not authorised to crutches.

Then summon a hospital porter.

The porters are busy.
You have a bedpan. Use it.

Ned? Ned,
can I borrow your crutches?

They refuse to wheel me
to the toilet.
It's that new bloody matron.

I'd better not, Logan.
She'll have me guts for garters.

I'll give them back, for God's sake.
I need to go to the toilet!

If she knew I'd lent them to you,
my life wouldn't be worth living.

Use the bedpan, mate.

'This is the first time in my life
that I have been badly injured,

'the first time I've had
an operation under
general anaesthetic,

'and the first time
I've been in hospital.

'Those of us who are healthy forget
about this vast parallel universe
of the unwell...

'their daily miseries,
their banal ordeals.

'This is a geriatric ward, though
no-one will actually admit it.

'Nothing but old men waiting to die.

'Who decided I was an old man
all of a sudden?'

Do me a favour, as an Englishman,

pull the plugs out, mate.

I want to go.

I-I can't stand it any longer.

I wish I could help you,
but...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

They cut off the electricity
and the phone and then they cut
the water in your flat.

I said, "Mr Mountstuart
is in hospital, for God's sake."

But do they listen?
They never listen.

Well, thanks so much for
trying, Subadar. How's Mrs Singh?

Oh, she's very happy,
now I have my vasectomy.

Well, perhaps there's the answer.
Maybe I should have one!

When are you coming home, Logan?
We're missing you on Turpentine Lane.

As soon as possible.

I can't wait.

What's this?

Doesn't usually happen,
so don't think we're going to
make a habit of this.

Hello?

Oh, my God, Sandrine!

How on earth did you find me?

Yes, I know. I had this accident,
I've been in this place for weeks.

Enough about me, how's Ben?

I'm so sorry.

That's terrible, terrible news.

He was my best friend...

The best.

I'm immobile, Sandrine,
my leg is in a cast.

I can't walk. I'm so sorry.

He was my best friend.

Hello? Joining or leaving us?

I'm waiting for my discharge.

Well, God be with you.

What's God got to do with anything?

Oh. Ah, yes...

God's love is with you.

God's love has healed you,
made you well.

What utter, tragic
mumbo-jumbo nonsense.

I should tell you that I'm
an atheist. A devout atheist.

Have you never felt God's love
in your life, my friend?

No. Because it... He doesn't exist.

My best friend has just died
a disgusting, lingering death
from cancer.

God's love didn't show
in his case, I'm afraid.

Take a look around this room.

Open your eyes.

But God is in this room,
with us here, now.

Jesus Christ!

And Christ, too.

May I tell you one thing?

No plumb line can fathom the
depths of my faithlessness.

Now please fuck off
and leave me alone.

Right.

God be with you.

You may go, Mr Mountstuart. >

The ambulance is downstairs
and will take you home.

I won't be needing this.
It's all yours.

Good day to you, Matron.

Enjoy the rest of your life.

I intend to enjoy mine.

'Wednesday June 12th.

'What's happening to this country?

'Strikes every week.

'Everyone angry and confrontational.

'A huge army of unemployed,
and I'm the newest recruit!

'Now, with Ben gone, so has
my last reliable source of income.

'But, Logan Mountstuart,
you are free.

'You're a writer.

'There's everything to live for.

'When I write my memoirs, I shall
refer to this period of my life

'as "the dog-food years".

'Bowser has saved me,
it's as simple as that.

'Though I must say that
a fundamental ingredient in any
dog-food stew is a strong sauce -

'tomato ketchup, brown sauce,
Tabasco, Worcester -

'as there's something irreducibly
gamey and long-lasting
about the taste of dog-food.

'Still,
it is nutritious and very cheap.

'Making-do has become almost
a question of simple survival.

'And it's a process that takes up
so much of my time

'that I couldn't write,
even if I wanted to.

'I can't even think of
a title for my new novel.

'All I need is just
a tiny bit more money.

'Just a tiny, tiny bit.'

We think you may be too old.

I may look old, I don't feel old.

Is Mountstuart
a double-barrelled name?

No. Is that important?

This is Roth, Brownwell. I'm John.

So why do you want to join
the Socialist Patients Kollective?

Well, I was recently in hospital
for several months

and I was shocked,
not to say completely disgusted,

by what I saw there, and I
want to do something, anything,

to help patients safeguard
their rights and essential dignity.

I want to help change things in
our disgraceful, ancient hospitals.

I want to help change things in
our disgraceful, ancient hospitals.

Um, the SPK has nothing to do
with the National Health Service,

it has nothing to do with hospitals.

Well, the name is very misleading.
What are you, then?

We're anti-Fascists.

So am I, as it happens.

Have you heard of the Situationists?

No.

Andreas Baader and Ulrike Meinhof?

Yes.

Red Army Faction?
And the urban guerrilla movement?

I think so(!)

Imperialists in West Germany.

I don't know about all that stuff.
I know I want to do something.

I don't want to take the rest
of my life passively lying down.

After my experience in hospital,
I realised people's
lives are dominated

by monolithic institutions
and their stupid rules
and by petty martinets.

I just want to help people
stand up for themselves.

Well put, Mountstuart, yeah.
Good. Yeah. Good.

Well, what you see here is
SPK Working Circle - Communication.

We're a small group.
A cell, if you will. A cadre.

We produce a weekly newspaper
called The Situation.

The sales of this newspaper
are our main source of income.

Ah, now we need people to sell
The Situation on the street.

Every copy you sell, you receive 10%.

Interested?

What do you do with
the rest of the money?

We pass it on to the
SPK Working Circle - Action.

What we're interested in
is intervention. Yeah?

We see something that we don't like,
we disapprove of, we intervene.

So we may support a strike,
we may expose fascist lies,

we may donate money
to good causes here,

like helping our socialist comrades
abroad.

But all this costs money.

10% of all sales? Cash?

Yes. Yeah.

Count me in.

Welcome to the SPK, Mountstuart.

'It didn't require much thought.

'Unlike my fellow vendors,
I don't go to working-class pubs,'

'I go to universities,
polytechnics, art schools.

'I sell The Situation
in cafeterias and common rooms.

'Unlike my fellow vendors,
I wear a suit and tie.

'Unlike my fellow vendors,
I read each issue
and can talk about its contents.

'Mostly ultra-left proclamations
about how only violent conflict

'will achieve the Marxist paradise
we long for.

'With my sales
hugely outstripping my rivals,

'I've become very popular
with the SPK.'

183...

and change.

You owe me 18 and 30 pence.

Yeah. There's been a slight
alteration in the basic contract.

Working Circle - Communication
has voted to cap all
vendors' commission at 10.

Just like that? Goalposts move
stealthily in middle of the night
and I'm short 8 quid?

Money's going
to a very good cause.

You've robbed me of my incentive
to sell more copies,
that's fucking stupid!

Oh, dear.
Angry old capitalist emerges.

You're not working for yourself.

You're working for the SPK now.

Oh, John, I was looking for you.
We've had the call from Hamburg?

Yeah, good, right, I'll...
Yeah, I'll call back later.

Can I buying a drink for someone?

Ah! Yes, please. Pint of bitter.

How do you do? Logan Mountstuart.

Rheinhardt.

Actually, it would be better
if you go now.

Yeah, I'll come with you.
Next week's issue's ready.

All right.

Very good to meet you.

Ah, Brownwell,
I need 100 more copies.

You know where they are.
Do I have to physically fucking
hand them to you? Are you a child?

Sorry, sorry. It was
a kind of rhetorical statement.

I was explaining my presence...

What's happening, Brownwell?
I thought there was an atmosphere.

It's John.
It's the Stammheim verdict.

He just shouts and rages.

He's being absolutely vile. Hateful.

Stammheim?

It's the trials in West Germany.

Andreas, Gudrun and Jan-Carl.

25 years in prison, each one.

Ah, Andreas and Gudrun. 25 years.

Quarter of a century, eh?
A long time.

It's disgusting. We have to do
something. Show them that we...

Do you mind if I just use the loo?

Um...Mountstuart?

Yes?

Please don't tell John I was crying.

Absolutely not. No, no...
Course not, no.

Oh! I beg your pardon!

Hi, Mountstuart. Oh, keep clear
of John. He's in a filthy mood.

I heard. I'll wait outside.

No, don't worry,
I'm nearly finished.

What's your first name, Mountstuart?

Logan. What's yours?

Hannah. Brownwell is Tina.

Why can't we call each other by
our first names? Brownwell, Roth.

It's all very public school.

Yeah, John says it's
good for discipline.

What's John's first name?

Well, thatishis first name.

He's John Vivian.

And obviously he doesn't
want us to call him Vivian.

Obviously! Look, Hannah,
the thing is, the loo.

I'm rather desperate.

Don't mind me. On you go.

Right.

It's a natural human activity,
Logan, don't be so bourgeois.

Where are the others?

Um, yeah. Delicate matter.

Everything's gone a bit
ape-shit back at the house.

Oh, yes? Whither neo-anarchism?

No, actually...

I've been sleeping with Roth.

Oh, well.
It's a form of solidarity, I suppose.

Except I'm married to Brownwell.

She's not particularly pleased.

Right. So she went
all bourgeois on you, did she?

Yeah. Yeah. Blood on the walls.

And, uh, they've both resigned
from the SPK. Cleared off.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, so...

What do you think
about what's going on in Germany?

The Red Army Faction?

Madness. Kidnappings, killings,
bombs, violence isn't
going to change anything.

Wrong, wrong. It's not violence,
it's counter-violence.
Big difference.

Semantics.

When I was at Cambridge, I was
held in a jail for 48 hours

because I'd taken part in a lawful,
peaceful demonstration, yeah?

That's when I saw the light.

I expect you've never seen
the inside of a prison cell,
have you, Mountstuart?

I have, actually, in Switzerland.

In the war, I was captured and spent
over a year in solitary confinement.

Bloody hell. Right.

One year solitary?

Yeah, well, I, um... I look at you
with new eyes, Mountstuart.

Don't rush to judgment, John.

Yeah, yeah, well.

Do you like travelling?

Depends where I'm going.

If I gave you 100 quid, would you
go on a trip abroad for me?

Abroad?

What's this all about?

It's about 100.

That's what you give
to your contact.

He'll give you something
to bring back to me.

How will I know him?

I'll tell you in good time. When you
call, the code word is Mogadishu.

You say the word, I repeat it
and we'll know the call is secure.

Mogadishu? A town in Somalia?

Don't indulge me. It's just a word.

It's plucked from the air,
so this...this is for you.

This is only 50. You said 100.

Yeah. Half now, half when
you come back with the package.

I want it all.

I'm only doing this for the money.
Or I'm not going.

This doesn't say much
about your sense of solidarity,
Mountstuart, does it?

It doesn't say much about your sense
of a business transaction.
You promised 100. A deal is a deal.

Yeah.

Well, you have your instructions.
You call me tomorrow.

Only from public phone booths,
remember.

And good luck to you, too(!)

'That's right, son, you've got it!

'It's just luck in the end.

'That's all life is.'

'Hello?'

Mogadishu.

What?

Logan?

Mogadishu.

Yeah, Mogadishu,
Mogadishu, Mogadishu.

????

All right. Right, you go
to the kiosk in the small park.

It's near the bus station.
OK. You got that?
It's the cafeteria thing.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Your contact knows the password.

The kiosk. At four. Is that all?

Yeah, yeah.
Just be there, Mountstuart.

You're welcome(!)

Mogadishu.

Ah. Mogadishu.

See, I tell you.
I don't fucking believing this!

Ist klar.

We are waiting in this fucking cafe
for two days. Where are you?

I only received my
instructions today. Entschuldigung.

Entschuldigung!

I am Petra.

And I am Birgit.

No...Ingeborg.

Why you so old?

Is there no young people in London?

Nein, es ist sehr intelligent.
An old guy like this,

no-one thinks anything.
You have the delivery?

Yes.

You have to go to Zurich,
Hotel Hoch Garten.

Zurich?!

All right.

Do you mind if I make
a quick phone call?

Hello?

'Mogadishu.'

Yeah, cut the crap, Mountstuart.
Have you met the contacts?

Yes.

'What did he say?'

It's not a he. It's a couple
of girls. That's why I phoned.

Girls? Fuck! What did they say?

They say I have to go to Zurich.

'OK, that...that sounds right.'

So theyarethe contact?

'Obviously. Yes.'

Get a grip, Mountstuart.
Call me from Zurich.

About this tip to Zurich...

Yes, we are coming with you.

No, no, no there's no need.

We have guns.

I have too. You have one?

No, I am unarmed.

We're your bodyguards. So we all go
on a trip to Switzerland together!

So you do have money, Logan?

No. Well, not much.

Switzerland is expensive, Logan.

I know it's expensive.
I was there in the war.

What war?

The Second World War(!)

You are very old man, Logan.

I do feel old today, oddly.

If you don't pay for us, Logan,
we have to rob a bank.

I'll pay. I'll pay! Put it away.

Bang, bang! I kill you, Logan.

They're fucking psychopaths.
They've got guns, for God's sake.

'Well, dump them. Forge on alone,
Mountstuart. Use your initiative.'

But how will I meet the contact?

'OK, good point, yes.
Well, dump them as soon as they
tell you the contact.'

Yeah, yeah. Thanks so much, John(!)
Mogadishu.

You can sleep in the bed with us,
Logan.

No, thanks. The chair will be fine.

Do you know how I'm
going to meet the contact?

Don't worry, he will find you
tomorrow. He knows you are here.

Does he?

Fine.

So, I think we go to bed now.

Please, wait outside.

Yes, of course.

????

You want some Mary-Jane, Logan?

No, thanks. I don't.

Fuck, Logan, you got to
have some fun in your life.

I love fun.
I'm a fun-loving guy.

I'm having fun now. May I?

What are you saying?

We are saying maybe we shoot you
and take your money.

Most amusing.

Oh, don't worry, Logan.
We like you.

Welurveyou, Logan.

Come to bed, you sexy man, you.

Good night.

It's been real.

(Goodbye, girls.

(Good luck.)

Yes, I'm dumping them.

I'm going to meet the contact.
Then I'm heading home.

'Excellent.'

One other thing - I resign.

'What do you mean, resign?'

I resign from the SPK. I resign
from Working Circle Communication.

That's it, finito.
You're on your own.

Melodramatic nonsense, Mountstuart.
You complete your mission.

I'll see you when you get back.
Mogadishu!

Hey! >

Mogadishu?

Mogadishu.

Why the fuck are those crazy girls
with you? Are you crazy?!

It wasn't my idea, believe me!

Sheisse!

You have something for me?

Wait in there. Ten minutes.

Good luck.

Tell John that we are ready.

Will do.

Guten Tag.

Ist alles in Ordnung?

Ja.

Ist gut. Ich spreche keine Deutsch.

Wo ist...

(GROANS) ..railway station?

The Bahnhof?The Bahnhof? Ja.

You take this road, you turn left,
go straight and it's 400 metres.

Ah! Danke schon.

Bitte.

Mogadishu, eh?

Sheer coincidence.

I'm not a fool.

This is all part of some stupid

crazy plot to try and free the
Baader Meinhof Gang.

Don't know what the
fuck you are talking about.

What were you buying John?

Nothing to do with you.
You gave him all the money?

Yes.

Fucking useless Swiss bastard.

It wasn't explosives, was it?
You weren't sending me to fucking

Switzerland to buy a case full of
explosives were you, by any chance?

Keep yourfucking voice down!

Have you any idea what would have
happened to me if I'd been caught?
You arsehole!

Need to know, Logan!
You didn't need to know!

I'd have needed to know if I'd
gone to prison for many, many years!

I've been in prison, you wanker,
I know what it's like.

You were playing with my
freedom, with my life.

If like is all about luck,
then is mine running out?

I no longer recognise
the world I'm living in.

What's happening to its people?
I don't like them any more.

The spirit of the
place isn't working.

Is there no place for a man who
doesn't want to grow old gracefully?

Cinq Cypres. You promised me
that you won't sell it.

You never
know when you might need it.

'Ladies and Gentlemen,
I presume this is to enable us to

'sweep Britain clean
of socialism...'

This is absolutely the best way.
A sale between two friends. No
commission.

It's time for me to go, but it makes

me very happy to think of you
and your family living here.

To have the whole house, freehold,
for my family, it's wonderful.

But don't leave before the election.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

Absolutely.

I'll set things in motion.

'We have very considerable grounds
for cautious optimism...'

The Conservatives
just the edge on that, 255...

'Good afternoon, Prime Minister.

'Mrs Thatcher...'

Et voila... Cinq Cypres.

Gosh.

Goodness me.

Cyprien, said to me, One day

Monsieur Mountstuart he comes.

So I keep the key, for years,

and now here you are.

Merci.

If you need anything, call me.

I live up the road.

Merci beaucoup.

Thank you, very much.

An elderly man of letters, met
one evening in Paris in 1928,

ends up helping another elderly
man of letters 50 years later.

Such is life.

'And I would just like to remember
some words of Saint Francis of
Assisi which I think

'are particularly apt at the moment.

'Where there is discord
may we bring harmony.

'Where there is error
may we bring truth.

'Where there is doubt
may we bring faith

'and where there
is despair may we bring hope...'

Bowser! Bowser! Come here, boy.

It's exactly six months since I moved
to Cinq Cypres. I'm at ease, content.

Ready to take life on again.

I finally have a title for my novel -
Octet.

So, no excuse not to write it,

but one musn't abandon
life's other compensations.

Ah, Monsieur Mountstuart, bonjour.

Bonjour.

Alors, ce roman, ca avance?

Ca marche, ca marche.

Belle journee, n'est ce pas?

Si, ca va.

C'etait formidable Severine,
comme d'habitude.

Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Logan.
On se revoit le mois prochain?

Oh, oui! Bien sur.

C'est bien possible.

Logan? Logan, qu'est ce que tu fais?

Oh, mon dieu, Logan, Logan!

Tu m'entends? Tu m'entends, Logan!

Oh, mon cheri, regardes moi,

regardes moi, Logan!

Logan...

Logan. Logan.

Logan.

It's just a pump, you know.
It's a piece of machinery.

But it is not allowed to stop.

It has to keep on going, year
after year, decade after decade.

A "minor" heart attack, you say?

Felt pretty major to me.

Well, your heart is getting old.

Look at your face in the mirror.

It is not the face you had
where you were 15 or 35 or 50.

Look at the lines,
the creases, the loss of elasticity.

It is still your face, but it is
showing the signs of a long life.

Imagine what has happened to your
face has happened to your heart.

Never say you know the last
word about any human heart...

Excuse me?

Just a quote from
another elderly writer.

I give you a few pills
and you take it easy.

Your old pump should go on
functioning for many more years.

What if I'd died in that flat
with the lovely Severine?

Not a bad way to go, I suppose.

But is this the end
of my sexual life?

What do you think, Bowser? Eh?

Too dangerous?

Or is there life in
this old dog yet, hm?

Voyage, travaillait, le grand luxe,

avec les vues.

Pour un jeune homme comme moi,

a l'epoque, c'etait...

Ces poemes etaient une

espece de reve ideal.

Le Maquis.

Resistants.

Was there a lot of
resistance around Saint Sabine?

Yeah, like everywhere,
but it was not a good ending here.

What happened, the Germans,
the reprisal?

Ah, it's a long story.

One day I tell you Logan.

So who bought the house?

It's a woman from Paris.
Madame Dupetit.

Very rich...divorcee.

Madame Dupetit.

A rich divorcee...

How old?

Too young for you and me, Logan.

Speak for yourself, Lucien.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Vous etes Monsieur Mountstuart?

What? Ah, oui, oui. C'est moi.

Je suis Gabrielle Dupetit,
votre nouvelle voisin.

Je peux vous raccompagner
chez vous, si vous voulez?

Oh, merci. Bien sur, madame.

In fact, I was born in La Sapiniere.

My father was obliged to sell
the house in 1948,
for reasons of ill health.

He went to live abroad
for some years.

He needed the sun.

And the family moved to Paris.

How amazing.

And so when I was informed
that it was in the market,

I bought it immediately...

and you are my nearest neighbour.

Logan Mountstuart, l'ecrivain.

They all talk about you.

Yes, well, I'm working on my new
novel, but it's going very slowly.

Oh, you must come over to
La Sapiniere for supper

and tell me all about it, hmm?

I'd love to.

Merci.

So Monsieur Dupetit
is a thing of the past?

We divorced five years ago.

You must call me Gabrielle, Logan,
now we have met properly.

Thank you, Gabrielle.

I can't help noticing how
you stare at me so intently.

Forgive me.

It's just that you remind me
very much of someone.

Oh, who is she?

She died a long time ago.

I'm sorry, you were saying...?

Come, I have something to show you.

To the memory of Benoit Verdel,

called Raoul, commander of
the resistance group Renard,

who liberated Sainte Sabine...
Qu'est ce que c'est "joug"?

Yoke.

Ah! ..who liberated Sainte Sabine
from the German yoke.

That's my father.

Oui?

I think she's extremely nice.

Charmante.

There's something about her
that is very intriguing.

Have you seen what she
put on her wall?

Echec.

The little plaque to her father?

Yes, it's very touching, I thought.

She has an extraordinary bond
with this place,

very strong childhood memories.

It is always better to
ask permission before you put
something like that up.

Echec.

It's her wall, isn't it?

Echec et mat!

Bugger.

Peter...

Oh, God...

Logan, what is it?

What's happened?

You knew him?

He was my oldest friend.

Impossible man.

He died in the Falkland Islands,
researching a new book.

Pure Peter.

Never resist a passing bandwagon.

Oh, Logan, I'm so sorry.

Logan!

Hurry up, Logan.

The pub's closing. Come on. Come on!
The last one buys the first round.

Mine's a large malt whisky, Logan.

It was only after my father had died

that I knew of his
past in La Resistance.

He never talked about it.

Why wouldn't he talk about it?

You have to understand
that in '44...

Well, in order to fight the Germans,
you often had to
fight some Frenchmen too.

Of course.

So I understand why he kept silent.

Therefore, I put up
my little discreet monument

as a private homage to his memory.

Ca va?

Here's to Benoit Verdel.

I feel very well.
Full of energy.

My advice is to be prudent.

Be prudent in everything.

What about sex?

Well, you know
what happened last time.

I don't think sex
had anything to do with it.

I was dressed, spent, standing up.

What I mean is, can I?
Or would I be endangering myself?

You are the best judge.

Listen to your heart, your body.

If something makes you happy,
it cannot be too bad for you,
I always say.

'Write a great work, one that
will make people think
and may change the world.'

'Write a novel. One that will
gain you more than eight readers.

'You're a writer, Logan.
That's what makes you so different.

'You should write a teccie, Logan.

'Use your imagination. Isn't that
what novelists are meant to do?'

Mountstuart.

Oh. Gabrielle, hello.

Yes, of course.

Of course I will, straight away. Yes.

Bye.

What do they mean, a lie?

Les salauds.

We'll have to replace it.

We can't let them win. Simple.

Merci. Thank you, Logan.

Thank you.

'Suddenly I feel a sense of purpose.

'I feel alive. We've put
a new plaque up, made of lead.
Last for centuries.'

We will never surrender.

'Here's a thought.

'Our death, the end of
our individual journey,

'represents our final bit
of bad luck in life.

'But maybe,
as that moment draws near,

'the good luck increases,
by way of compensation.

'Look at all my new good luck.

'Gabrielle arrives, and every time
I see her, I feel lucky.

There's nothing for it.

We need to take drastic action.

But it's not good
for your health, Logan.

I think I'm going to go to
the gendarme in Villeneuve.

No, the gendarmes aren't
going to waste their time
staking out your wall.

Look, I'm going to catch this
bastard, whoever he is. Freya...

I'm not Freya.

You're a good man,
Logan Mountstuart.

Ne bougez pas!

Ne bougez pas!

Espece de cons!

My God!

Lucien! Docteur!

Look what you made me do.
Sitting out in those bloody

woods night after night.

James Bond.

It was an evil symbol, that plaque

so we felt we had
to reply in a symbolic way.

Madame Dupetit's father
killed my grandfather in cold blood.

He killed the father of Lucien.

He was a hero...
He liberated the town.

No, no. That is Madame
Dupetit's private fantasy.

I can show you all
the documentation.

Verdel was a gangster from
Marseilles. During the confusion of

the Liberation of '44 he moved into
Sainte Sabine and he took it over,

made it his personal territory
that he ran for two years.

Extortion, prostitution,
black market. Everything.

My father did not murder three men!

They say he shot them in
the town square as collaborators.

What was his motive?
He was a resistant.

No. He wasn't. He was a gangster.

In 1947, he was arrested and tried.

He went to prison for eight years.

You weren't to know, Gabrielle.

It's lies, all lies.

I know it's a terrible shock.

But, you can't know everything.
It's impossible.

About your past, your family...

Even yourself.

An old friend said this to me once.

It's what you're going
to do that's exciting.

The road ahead that's
important, not the view back.

You really are an old fool,
aren't you, Logan?

You don't understand anything.

Vieil idiot!

No. You're the one
that doesn't understand.

Maybe you will, one day...

when you're as old as me.

Hey, boy.

Bowser.
Bowser, come here, boy, come on.

Come on, misery...

Morning, Bowser.

Oh, you lazy old bugger,
get up, what's the matter with you?

'Sometimes I wonder if it was another
piece of bad luck to be born

'at the beginning of this century,

'and not at its end.

'Especially when I look
at these kids.

'Looking at the lives they're living,

'the lives they'll lead,
all the different people
they're going to be.'

Monsieur, vous avez l'heure?

Quoi? Comment?

Quelle heure il est,
s'il vous plait?

Ah, six heure et quart.

Ah, merci bien.

Pas de probleme.

'The time.

'She makes me think
of my own life, that beauty.

'Who will she be in 10 years,
or 20, or 30?

'It's a long journey,
and nothing stays the same.

'The dice are being
rolled for each one of you.

'I wish you luck.

'And I hope there's
more good luck than bad.'

'Logan.

'Logan, Logan, darling.

'I loved you so much.

'We were very, very lucky.'

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