Le premier homme Page #3

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Nice and easy, and inhale

Exhale.

That's it!

You're soiling the floor!

Mr Bernard!

Good day.

The professor went out

fora cup of coffee.

2.50, here you go.

Nice! Are you taking

advantage of me?

- Can someone take my place?

- Yes.

Without you, without the hand

you have affectionately given...

...to a poor child that I was...

without your teachings

and your example...

none of this would've existed

The dedication is too generous

don't deserve that much.

Do you remember what

I told you in school?

You've said many things...

A child is but a germ

of a man he'll become.

It's partly true.

I remember another thing.

Your words about God.

I never spoke about God.

True, but one day you said:

"Some believe, others don't.

Everyone should be free to decide."

It was very brave.

You were like a father to me.

But I came back from the war,

your father didn't.

Sometimes it's hard to

accept your own luck.

Luck is like God, it doesn't exist.

No, I don't agree.

You had the luck

of having two exceptional

women to raise you.

It took me a long time to figure out

in what conditions your family lived

Your face was filled with serenity.

How is your mother?

- Courageous, as always

- She's much too alone.

It's been a long time

since you last came to Algiers

The students almost forced me.

Yes, but you must help

them understand, it's your duty

Things are difficult for everyone.

You should write a book about us.

About our tragedy.

I've written so much

and they insulted me

I'm not talking about an essay

or newspaper articles...

I'm talking about a novel, because

it is there that the truth is found.

Russia is not what you

see in history books...

...it's in Tolstoy's,

Dostoyevsky's books

Give me a subject,

like you did in school

Liberty, equality, fraternity:

"What happened to

France's values here, in Algeria."

It's a difficult subject.

- Even for you?

- Especially for me.

There were two temples in Corinth.

The temple of necessity

and the temple of violence

They were so dose to each other

that you could enter

either one without distinction.

Is that how it should be?

Yes, sometimes.

Do you understand?

The error is not the revolution.

It's when the oppressed

give up peacefully.

The violence of colonialism

explains the violence of the rebellion.

Do you remember what told

you about Rome and the barbarians?

- There's one thing never told you

- What?

You can also side with the barbarians

A farmer has a rectangular plot.

The longest side is 330 metres,

the shortest 118 metres.

Calculate the plot's size

If the farmer cultivates 2/5,

using 18 Kg of grain,

how much grain does he

need for the rest of the plot?

So, calculate the plot's size

330x118.

8x0= 0.

8x3= 24.

Artie-licker!

Filthy arse-licker!

You're the teacher's pet here,

but you're nothing outside!

Step outside with me, coward!

You are not a man, you're a sissy!

You should be called Jacqueline!

- Jacqueline!

- Come, they're fighting!

- It's Jacques and Hamoud!

- Hit him harder!

Harder! Harder!

Come on, Jacques!

Hit him, Hamoud!

- Who started it?

- Me!

Would you like some bread?

- Where are you headed, sir?

- To see a friend.

It's not a good place for a stroll.

It's less dangerous than

wearing that uniform.

As you wish.

Good day.

- Do you know where this street is?

- No.

Good day, is this

Hamoud Abdheramane's house?

Welcome.

It's a pleasure to have you here.

Come in.

He was waiting for you.

He's sick.

Only you can help him.

Go ahead, he's in there.

Sit down, please.

It seems you've

become rich and powerful.

- Neither one.

- And a liar, like all Frenchmen.

I'm Algerian, like you.

I know you have two children.

Nine year old boy

and a five year old girl

I only have one.

God didn't want me to have more.

I wanted him to study,

but he prefers using his

hands instead of using his head.

- Maybe he has a point.

- He's 18 and he's a bricklayer

He's a good boy, my son.

And you, Hamoud, how are you?

I need you, Mr Cormery.

If can help

In the name of that

friendship which never existed.

- I respected you.

- I didn't.

- You were calling me "sissy".

- I ask for your forgiveness.

What can I do for you?

My son is going to die.

As you already know,

his name is Aziz Abdheramane.

18 years old, single

...he worked as a bricklayer

in the Arab quarter of Salembier.

Never stopped, never interrogated.

He appeared in the organization chart

of FLNs Algiers section

only after he was arrested

What is he accused of?

Complicity in three bombing

attacks back in October, 1956.

These attacks caused

many civilian casualties

- Did he place the bombs?

- No.

But it was established that

the bombs used for the attacks

were hidden in his house.

Other explosives were found

in his home after he was captured.

It says here that he didn't know

what the bombs were meant for...

...and that he thought they were

meant to cause only material damage.

As a matter of fact,

FLN uses the clandestine cell system.

The making and the placement

of the bombs,

are done by two separate

cells that do not know each other.

Your version is not implausible, but

the court has turned down this thesis

They've sentenced him to death

with no concrete proof

of his intention to kill.

There will be a clemency appeal, but his

release from prison is most unlikely.

You could write a letter

to the minister for justice

and ask him to re-examine the case.

Francois Mitterrand

will certainly try to do something.

Rest assured that he

doesn't like injustice either.

And...

...with your reputation...

Hey, you!

Give me some money if you're a man.

How are you, dad?

How come they made you pass?

Jacques Cormery, the writer...

...has obtained a license for me.

We were schoolmates.

God bless him.

He has spoken to the minister.

He can help you.

They'll understand

that they've made a mistake

They didn't, dad.

What have they done to you, my son?

Nothing, dad.

Nothing.

Don't talk nonsense

You must help me

if you want me to help you

We'll prove your innocence

I'm not innocent, dad.

Don't say that.

They'll hear us.

Let them listen

The only thing that matters to me

is to get you out of here.

Call them names.

Tell them you had nothing to do with it.

How is mother?

She's waiting for you to come home.

I dreamt of her the other night.

She was making me a ton of sweets.

Go home, dad.

Don't leave mother by herself

Give them what they want.

Lie if you must.

When I was little,

you used to beat me if I lied.

Don't worry

Don't be afraid.

Take me back to my cell.

I wasn't expecting you.

- I'll make something for you

- No, don't bother.

I made you some grilled peppers.

They're in the fridge.

They taste better that way.

- Are you OK?

- Yes.

When was little you

were always telling

me that I'm too

intelligent to stay here.

That it was my duty to leave.

Everything I've accomplished

in my life was thanks to you.

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