Rivals

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It's okay.

We're right behind them.

They're coming your way.

Rue Clmenceau.

Two hundred metres and they're with you.

Hands on your head!

Both hands, damn it!

Spread your legs.

Look at that. He's shat himself.

Your hand!

Here. I searched your place.

I brought you this.

Thanks.

When did you get out?

Two years ago.

And you rob a betting shop?

I had no choice. I'm broke.

I looked for work,

but when you've got a record...

I'll get 10 years for this.

Not that much.

I will. Re-offending.

They'll really stick it to me.

We've told your girlfriend.

She's waiting up there.

Promise you won't try anything.

You've 30 minutes.

- It feels strange.

- What?

- I grew up here.

- Really?

Right there on the ground floor.

Lousy neighbourhood!

It wasn't always this bad.

Or maybe we just didn't notice.

On Mardi Gras, my dad made doughnuts.

He'd open the kitchen window

and hand them out to all the kids.

Martial was my brother's friend.

RIVALS:

Cheat!

Eat that!

Stop fighting!

It's him!

Don't make me come down there.

I don't know what's gotten into them today.

- Want some?

- No, thanks.

- What do you want me to say?

- I don't know.

He's asking for a favour.

I think we should help him.

I don't really want to.

I know what you think.

He's still our brother.

We can't give up on him.

He hasn't had much luck.

He should be given a chance.

And we got lucky breaks?

Dad would want us to help him.

Gabriel never bothered about us.

I'm not going to bother about him.

Where the hell's your mother?

Don't know.

She told me they were going to see friends.

With Jean-Louis?

You're right, it's none of my business.

You should tidy up a bit.

What's all this mess?

Show me your school report.

So 10 in math, 11 in natural sciences,

9 in English... You should try harder.

Are you sure I can leave you alone?

I'm not a baby.

Kiss your mother for me.

You know, they're going to get married.

Really?

What do you think about that?

I'm okay with it... I think. He's quite nice.

That's good, then.

Tell her I'll ring.

What are you doing, Dad?

You're not allowed up.

Gaby, I'm so happy to see you.

Gabriel.

How are you, Dad?

I've only one lung left, but it's the good one.

Breathing's much easier.

I thought about you every day.

Here. Look.

I always have it with me.

It's my favourite.

I don't know why.

We both look good. Don't you think?

We still look good.

You do. Not me, not now.

But I don't give a damn.

Mind, there's a couple of little nurses...

If they'd operated on me 10 years ago...

Tell us what the doctors say instead.

The doctors always say the same thing.

I don't know why I bother asking you.

I'd be better off asking them.

I'll come with you.

Here.

Not very chatty, are you?

It doesn't matter.

The important thing is you're out.

I'm not free yet. This is just a pass.

Jeez, it was long!

I don't suppose you've got a fag?

I'm not sure it'd be good for you.

You know what doctors are like,

they're against everything.

You might as well be dead.

We can change it. Did you keep the ticket?

It's great. Thanks.

Thanks, Dad.

- Can I put it on?

- Yes, sweetheart, go ahead.

So you failed your year?

Yeah.

You've got to work.

- Yeah.

- "Yeah" isn't gonna help you.

- He's out all the time, of course.

- Listen to your mum.

Come show them who's champion.

I taught him.

Come here! Twist.

- Can I come?

- Get lost.

- You're horrid.

- Go and see Sabine.

- Come on.

- No, you can't come.

You're really horrid.

Does Nico really get up to a lot of tricks?

Quite a few.

He could have stayed.

I'd have spoken to him.

- Don't make me laugh!

- What?

You never had any trouble choosing

between your dad and your girlfriend.

Maybe.

Look, I know it's not been easy for you.

That's going to change now.

As soon as I've got cash, I'll give you some.

Rest assured, I won't try to get out of it.

I'm glad to hear it.

Thanks.

How are you?

Boring. 15 francs an hour.

It's easy and it's a job.

Two services at midday

and two in the evening.

Take it or leave it. I don't give a damn.

I'm not interested.

- Jean-Pierre?

- He's dead.

He was wasted by the Martelli brothers.

Well, we think he was. You know how it is.

Poor Jean-Pierre.

- What about Fernand?

- You won't see him around any more.

He bought the Brasserie Berthaud.

He's doing all right.

He even plays bridge with the mayor.

What are your plans?

Do what the judge says.

Keep my nose clean and find a job.

- Are you all right?

- Fine. Thanks.

- You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

It's weird.

- Are you happy?

- Yes.

Very.

That's good, then.

Go on, your guests are waiting.

- Save a slow one for me.

- I promise.

Your sister's beautiful.

About time you realised.

Still... That's life.

- How are you?

- Great.

Do you still work at the supermarket?

I do. I'm at Saint-Priest now.

- You're not hiring by any chance?

- Why?

- Sick of being a cop?

- It's for my brother, Gabriel.

- Right. The one who...

- Yes.

They'll release him if he finds a job.

I'm trying to help him.

- I'll ask.

- That'd be kind.

I can't guarantee anything, mind.

Put it down.

Turn.

Have you lost an arm or what?

Turn. Put it down.

- It'll never fit.

- Yes, it will.

- No, it won't fit.

- Get out of the way.

See? It fits.

I haven't had time to tidy up.

I'll try to find you a better bed.

Don't worry about it.

Make yourself at home.

The toilet's on the landing.

Be careful, the chain's broken.

You have to close the tap each time,

otherwise it'll flood.

- Don't forget, okay?

- All right.

Listen, it's fine.

I'd rather be here than at Dad's.

How was your first day at the supermarket?

It's not exactly rocket science.

Loading pallets.

It's a start. You'll find something else.

What's wrong, Nathalie?

Don't cry.

I'm missing 200 francs from my register.

Don't worry.

It's the second time in 10 days.

Last time I had to pay

70 francs out of my own pocket.

- Shall we recount it?

- I've counted three times already.

200 francs isn't the end of the world.

I'll get a telling-off and I might be fired.

There. Now, forget about it.

- No, you can't...

- Forget it, I said.

I must get back.

We're going to the restaurant. Coming?

All right.

Pizza okay with you?

- Franois Valet?

- Yes.

Pleased to meet you. Fernand Lazeau.

- Lazeau?

- Yes. I'm Suzanne's son.

In other words, I'm your brother.

I've come because I have to tell you that

she's dead.

So what? I don't give a damn.

She was our mother! She gave us life.

Then she threw us out.

The lousy whore!

She screwed the whole neighbourhood.

Have you forgotten what she did to us?

No. But...

I'm glad she's snuffed it.

She's been dead to me for ages.

We'll go to Nevers on Tuesday.

If you change your mind...

Your Honour, don't let my husband

take my last son, Franois.

He's so little, he's only eight months old.

He needs his mother.

I want to breast-feed him. Give me custody.

For his sake and mine.

Dad...

When I was in Nevers,

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