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"Bouteflika"..-

FLN .

That may not be much use.

Right...

"My darling..."

Not "my darling"!

She's my wife.

The shame of it.

"My love"?

- "My sweetheart"?

- Rubbish!

What do you call her?

You must have a pet name.

"I'm rah".

"Mrah"?

"I'mrah". It means woman.

You can't start a letter

with "I'mrah", woman!

That's too cold.

What's her first name?

Naima.

There, that's pretty.

Naima.

I the undersigned, Fatah Bellabbes,

hereby declare...

You're not writing to the IRS.

Be more poetic.

It's my first love letter.

It's not easy.

Yes, I should know.

What do you want to say?

"I'm sorry, I love you"?

- No!

- You have to say you love her!

We don't say it like that!

We don't either,

but you have to say it.

You say it!

Say "I love you", "Merry Christmas",

"Enjoy your meal", whatever...

Ok, forget "I love you".

But if you want to make up,

you need to try harder.

"Naima...

Naima...

lam delighted

to pick up my Pen

to cross the sea

that lies between us."

There you go.

That's excellent.

Very pretty.

"Naima, I am delighted

to pick up

my pen

to cross the sea."

"That lies between us."

That's important.

The sea between us.

"that lies between us."

"Naima,

it's not the fat girl's fault.

She did nothing.

I'm the guilty party."

- That's good.

- It's honest.

"The fat girl"...

Let's find something better.

"The tall fat girl"?

- "The girl."

- The fat one.

Tell her you love her.

- I can't.

- Make an effort

It's stamped,

you just need to post it.

Thank you.

Lucien...

- I loved meeting you.

- So did I.

I hope we'll meet again.

Goodbye, Fatah.

- Goodbye.

- Come back soon.

Bye, Armand.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Any trouble, give me a call.

All right.

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

Let's go, Jacqueline.

Bye, Fatah.

Goodbye.

Naima,

I am delighted to pick up my pen

to cross the sea that lies between us.

I've tried calling you at Samir's

several times,

but he says

you won't talk to me.

That's why I'm writing.

I've done no wrong. Trust me.

Like when everyone told you

not to marry me.

You didn't listen

and you accepted me.

I hope that when I come home,

you'll still be there

so I can tell you about my journey.

I could talk about love too,

like the French.

They're not ashamed to.

France is beautiful.

The grass is green,

there are flowers everywhere.

One day, we'll come back here together.

I think of you every day.

"Kiss my daughters

and thank your father again.

Tell them I'm thinking of them

and that I'm sorry about all that."

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Ok, Naima?

I wondered if you needed anything.

No, Mokhtar, I've all I need.

Whatever you say.

Today I'm in a pretty foul mood

I'll let rip and say what! think

It'll cause a stir, I'm in the sh*t

Because this world's full of jerks

I'm a student, I'm an anarchist

I'm a Muslim, I'm a Communist

I'm a f*ggot and it pisses folks off

I'm Swiss, Belgian, Portuguese

I eat pork, I smoke spliffs

And on top of it all, I'm Jewish too

It isn't written on my face

I'm a Muslim who drinks shots of rum

Half-anarchist, half-Sephardic

Half Christ-like, half filthy...

What's going on here?

Welcome, comrade.

Your branch?

I don't understand.

What branch?

- Where are you from?

- Algeria.

Algeria?

Thank you. Delighted.

Welcome.

Come on, Jacqueline.

Hello.

The meeting begins in 5 minutes.

All right.

Stay here 5 minutes.

Good girl, don't move.

We've been asking to see the minister

for 6 months now!

We've made no progress.

I know some of you have their doubts.

But I say we stay

and continue the blockade.

I even suggest that this evening

we stage an operation

at the prefecture!

If that doesn't work, we blockade

the Agricultural Show in Paris!

Not that...

I've just been told

an Algerian colleague is here

to support us.

Give him a big hand!

Thank you all.

The struggle continues!

Don't ruin the Show.

We'll do what we must.

Thanks for coming.

May I ask you a few questions?

Yes, with gladness.

You're here from Algeria

to back the movement?

No, I leave tomorrow.

I'm walking to the Agricultural Show

in Paris.

Have you been walking long?

20 days, to the minute!

What'll you do at the Show?

The breeders' competition

with Jacqueline.

That's her there.

Isn't she beautiful?

- Very.

- Beautiful, isn't she?

Mind if I interview you for TV?

Not at all.

You're in luck,

I showered two days ago.

- What channel?

- France 2.

You know Michel Drucker?

I love him!

Tell him I said hello.

I'm Fatah Bellabbes.

I come from Boulayoune in Algeria,

a country village.

A country village...

I've forgotten the words.

I'm really sorry.

We'll redo it.

I look at the camera or you?

Just look at me.

Can I say "Action"?

If you want.

- The cow...

- Can we bring the cow into shot?

Come on, Jacqueline.

People need to see you.

- You love her.

- I adore her.

I have to take care of her

now she's walked here from Algeria.

He who travels far...

Should buy a car.

If you can afford it, it's better.

- Let's start again.

- All right.

Action!

No, I say, "Action!"

You say, "Cut."

Go on, say, "Action!"

Action!

What's going on?

What are they doing?

Get out of here!

They're going to charge!

Jacqueline!

She's my cow! Let go of me!

She can't manage on her own!

Jacqueline!

All I want are your papers.

My papers are in my satchel

with my cow.

His name is Fatah Bellabbes.

He left Algeria

with his cow Jacqueline

to attend the Agricultural Show

and for the last 20 days

he has been crossing France on foot.

He plans to arrive in Paris in time.

An amazing journey

followed by Aline Brmond

and Thomas Garnier.

This man strolling calmly

along the roads of France

is no ordinary farmer.

I'm Fatah Bellabbes,

from the village of Boulayoune...

It's far, but no need to yell.

It's a telephone, not a Garnier!

I keep telling him that!

That's my brother-in-law!

Turn it up!

- Your brother-in-law?

- From back home.

It was the pears, not me!

Mr Philippe! Armand!

- What is it?

- Come and see.

Come and see quick!

Hurry!

I don't believe it!

I've always been a farmer.

Yes, speaking.

He's been walking for three weeks.

Yes, I know him.

The police station?

What do you mean?

He's on TV right now.

Yes, all right. I'm on my way.

Lucien, can I have the keys to the van?

What's going on?

Fatah has a problem.

- Shall I come with you?

- No, stay and work with Armand.

I won't be long.

Next!

Sorry, this won't take long.

Hello, I'm hereto see

Mr Fatah Bellabbes, please.

I'll see to it.

This way, please.

Hello.

You have some ID?

Known this Fatah Bellabbes long?

Yes.

Well, no.

Yes or no?

Listen, you called me

and asked me to come here.

I've come 100 km

when I had a lotto do.

And we don't?

Why is he being held here?

He was arrested for willful damage

at yesterday's demo.

Impossible.

He isn't even a local.

He's walking from Algeria

to the Agricultural Show.

He sacked government offices!

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