There are only two or three human stories,
and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if ...
they had never happened before.
Les Films 13 and TF1 Films Productions present ...
a story conceived, filmed, produced by Claude Lelouch ...
from the memory of THE ONES AND THE OTHERS
The men and women you're about to meet made their way into this film ...
because their story was most incredible ...
or quite ordinary.
They will be played by:
Robert Hossein, Nicole Garcia ...
Geraldine Chaplin, Daniel Olbrychski ...
Jacques Villeret, Jorge Donn ...
Rita Poelvoorde, Evelyne Bouix, Macha M�ril ...
Francis Huster, Raymond Pellegrin, Jean-Claude Brialy ...
Fanny Ardant, Jean-Claude Bouttier ...
Richard Bohringer, Nicole Croisille, Ginette Garcin ...
Jean-Pierre Kalfon, Genevi�ve Mnich ...
Paul Pr�boist, Alexandra Stewart ...
Eva Darlan, Manuel G�lin, Candice Patou ...
Ma�a Simon, Marthe Villalonga ...
and in the role of Glenn, father and son, James Caan.
All the characters they'll play exist or have existed.
To them, we dedicate these images ...
beginning in 1936 in Moscow.
That day, a committee had to choose who'd dance Ravel's Bolero...
and become the Bolshoi Ballet's prima ballerina
The dancer who will be dancing Ravel's Bolero is ...
Sonia Mnoesjkina
Tatiana.
Boris Itovitch.
You're in your bubble, you think you're in champagne ...
Paris !
You're just a bit out there ... come back down here.
You look so pale, you're white as your music ...
Paris !
Wear something a little bit "swing" ...
mourning doesn't suit you.
Original music: Francis Lai and Michel Legrand.
Russian family choreography: Maurice B�jart.
American family choreography: Micha Van Hoecke and Rick Odums.
French family choreography: Nicole Daresco, Anne-Marie Porras and Larry Vickers.
Song lyrics: Boris Bergman, Pierre Barouh, Alan and Marilyn Bergman.
Orchestration: Michel Legrand.
I love you a bit black, it will do if you're grey ....
Paris !
Must not change your look with the boys of the Duke,
A touch of Africa would suit your complexion ...
Paris !
The "jungle" in the Tuileries Gardens ...
Sounds quite good too.
There are police cars outside ...
There are puddles and rain drops made of gold ...
I can no longer see at the end of your nights ...
gutters full of tinsels and confetti.
Ladies and gentlemen, the fame of the Folies Berg�res ...
in 1920 and 1930 ...
I give you Gina and Ginette. A good round of applause.
Gina and Ginette.
You want more, huh?
Good night, Michel. - See you tomorrow.
Excuse me. For the audition ... - Just wait over there.
The F�hrer was wildly enthusiastic.
I love you.
I invite all Frenchmen ...
wanting to remain free ...
to take note.
This war is a world war.
No one can predict ...
if the people who are neutral today ...
will still be so tomorrow.
Even Germany's allies ...
will they always remain allies?
If the forces of freedom finally triumph ...
over those of slavery ...
what would be the fate of a France ...
that would have submitted to the enemy?
Honour, good sense ...
and the best interest of the fatherland ...
demand that all free Frenchmen ...
keep up the fight ...
wherever they are ...
and each in their own way.
I, General de Gaulle ...
undertake this national task here in England.
Magda, my love.
I'm impressed by the F�hrer's memory.
By entrusting the occupation troops' music to me ...
he may have wanted to recompense ...
my small 1938 concert.
That said, what a funny war, what a funny occupation.
Respectable occupiers fraternising with docile occupees.
In short, all simple men prefer love to war ...
the camera to the gun.
The more they'll listen to music ...
the less they'll hear the cannons.
This is the motto of our staff ...
who make us play all over Paris.
If only you were here ...
I'd almost feel like I was on holidays ...
for in fact, war, real war ...
it's not the confrontation of those who hate each other
but rather the separation of those who love each other.
For 1941, my love I have only one wish:
being reunited with my son and my wife.
PS.
I'm starting to prefer Ravel to Beethoven.
Have you booked?
Good. Please.
You're just a bit out there ...
and I'm following you.
You look so pale ...
drink a glass with me. Thank you very much.
Paris.
"Ich bin verschrupz aussi" ...
it's not going too well.
There are nights ...
that spend their lives outside.
There are shadows ...
puddles and raindrops made of gold.
Summer rain ...
near Barb�s metro station ...
a little man is going to leave ...
without leaving us an address.
You're not from here ...
and that's why you're called ...
Paris.
You had only lovers ...
never any friends.
Turn everyone on ...
swing just beside your life ...
Paris.
Be a brunette or a blonde ...
Paris in drag.
It's not going too well.
Happy new year. Happy new year to all.
Welcome, 1941.
Welcome, welcome.
Dear Karl ...
I've listened to the F�hrer of course ...
and like you, I'm starting to think there's a lot of false notes.
Alas here in Berlin, after all our victories, it's euphoria.
The slightest criticism is perceived as treason.
Tonight, I celebrate the new year with your son and neighbours.
I'll think of you all night long.
Happy new year.
This concert by the young German pianist Karl Kremer ...
is graciously brought to you by the occupation troops.
And on top of it, he plays well.
For a white man, it's very good indeed.
After that, there's none left.
I've got an idea. Don't know if it's a good one ...
but we could create an act for three.
Carole, Gina and I.
Three generations at the Folies Berg�res.
For who?
For them?
I don't think I gained too much weight.
When it comes down to work, you're really blind.
Wait for me, I will be back.
I love you so much.
After Germany and Italy declare war with the USSR ...
and after the Wehrmacht's offensive on the Baltic and the Black sea ...
Stalin announces a scorched earth policy ...
and mobilise all men from 16 to 55 years old.
This is London.
The French speak to the French.
Honour and fatherland.
Would you be kind enough, Madam ...
to ask your pupils to pull down their pants?
But I give you my word of honour, officer ...
there's no Israelite in our school.
Would you be so kind, Madam ...
to ask your pupils to pull their pants down ...
please.
What is your name?
Duvivier, Jean-Fran�ois.
Are you sure your name is Jean-Fran�ois Duvivier?
Yes, sir.
With him, it's very simple ...
he pee-peed askew when he was little ...
so he had an operation.
Jean-Fran�ois, say your prayers to reassure the officer.
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name ...
thy kingdom come. - Thank you Madam.
thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them...
Amen.
So, wasn't I right to make you learn them?
Yes, Madam.
Good. Extra playtime for everyone.
This morning, they even came in my classroom to find Jewish children.
That's how they get the parents now.
Yesterday I sent you a parcel via the Red Cross.
Don't worry, it's no sacrifice.
Since I'm pregnant, I'm entitled to a few extra coupons.
I know you won't be home for the birth.
But the thought that one day, on a train platform ...
the three of us will be reunited ...
gives me the strength to wait ...
and to hope for better days.
Daddy, mommy.
I want to go with you.
We're asking you to remain calm and composed.
These trains will take you to work camps ...
where you will be treated as prisoners of war ...
under the supervision of the international Red Cross.
Families will not be broken up.
For each escape during the trip ...
twenty hostages will be choosen at random.
Listen, we don't know where we're going ...
we don't know how long it will take, so ...
please, we must get organised.
So there, we have two air vents.
The women and children should make the most of them.
Over there, there's a hole for you know what.
We just have to hang a blanket in front of it.
But please, please ...
we must remain calm.
I think we're still in France.
There might be a way for David
It's incredibly lucky that we're in the last wagon.
Give me your ring.
You ring, give it to me.
The money. - That was in the bag.
Give me the purse.
Do you have some paper? - To write?
Let me.
The money and the jewellery on this baby ...
is for whoever raise him until the end of the war.
His name is David Meyer ...
and he lives at 8 Boulevard de Strasbourg, Paris.
Thanks a million times.
But for Julien, who always got up very early ...
this money had a different perfume.
Thus he rode very far so there would never be any link ...
between the baby and the money.
Father.
Why do I call you?
Because you're my sister and a lawyer, and I need some advice.
No, there were no papers.
Hey Miss, don't disconnect the call.
Tatiana my love.
Never a man who has known war will ever be able to declare another one.
Those who launch them have neither ties nor love.
It's surely their way to take revenge against the happiness of others.
A year ago when I left, I believed there would be ...
an explanation for the confrontation of those who hate each other.
Now, I'm sure ...
there'll only be losers.
I live for that first leave we're promised for January '43.
I hope you'll be back from Stalingrad ...
where, it is said, our troops do wonders.
Every day, I dream of the moment I'll climb the stairs ...
to meet you and our son.
The poet Simonov is among us.
He just wrote something sublime. Listen to this.
If you wait for me, I'll be back ...
But wait for me very hard, very hard ...
Wait when the yellow rain brings sorrow ...
Wait when the snow swirls around, Wait when summer triumphs ...
Wait when the past has faded and we no longer wait for others ...
Wait when from faraway lands, there is no more mail ...
Wait when those who waited with you have grown weary
If you wait for me, I'll be back But wait for me very hard, very hard ...
Wait when the yellow rain brings sorrow ...
Wait when the snow swirls around, Wait when summer triumphs ...
Wait when the past has faded and we no longer wait for others ...
Wait when from faraway lands, there is no more mail ...
Wait when those who waited with you have grown weary.
Tatiana.
A letter for you.
From the army.
Here it is.
You're in your bubble, you think you're in champagne ...
Paris.
You're just a bit out there.
I think that you look well ...
That's the slut who slept with the Krauts.
Come on, move!
She slept with the Krauts!
She slept with the Germans She dances with the Americans
Paris.
Paris, outraged.
Paris, broken. Paris, tormented.
But Paris ...
liberated.
Liberated by herself, liberated by her own people ...
and with the help of the armies of France ...
with the support and the help of the whole of France ...
that is to say, from the France that fights ...
that is to say, the only France ...
the true France, the eternal France.
We remind you that a prisoner mutual aid service ...
operates 24 hours a day, in collaboration with the Red Cross.
To make searches easier, we're insistently asking ...
all persons coming to meet prisoners or deportees ...
not to wait for them on the platforms ...
but to go to the registration office first.
The list of all trains from Germany and Poland ...
will be posted late this afternoon, platform 1.
A medical team is required urgently at the end of the train ...
on track five.
Deportees without family or support in Paris ...
may report to the Deportee Mutual Aid Committee, exit B.
Exit B
The official register of wounded from the Mauthausen camp ...
is posted in the station's main hall.
Do not try to find friends and relatives yourself.
You'll only add to the confusion.
First, go to the information office or the registration centre.
For all problems encountered by war widows ...
we remind them that they'll be taken care of by the French Catholic Relief.
Office 42 beside exit A.
We ask you insistently to vacate the main waiting room ...
to allow for the setting up of a new Red Cross facility.
Platform 2.
Departure of a train of German prisoners.
We ask the public to remain calm and composed.
Track 8. Arrival of a train with many hundreds survivors ...
from Treblinka, Wolszeck and Auschwitz camps.
The name of your husband? - Garel. Ren� Garel.
Would you have his service number? - 26322.
His occupation? - Teacher.
And yours? - Teacher too.
Wait. Garel. Yes. I`ve got a Ren� Garel here...
who would have escaped in March '45. Is that correct?
Escaped. -Yes, in March '45 ...
but recaptured two months later ...
and executed the sixth of May '45.
As a war widow, Tatiana was entrusted with ...
the Bolshoi's school for beginners.
And her son Sergei would make the most of it.
Everyone was very nice to Tatiana.
In particular Alexis, a long-time friend.
I have found a small apartment for you.
You still don't want ...
to have a father for your son ...
a father like ...
me?
We could talk about it some time?
Madam?
Can I ask you something?
It's a bit awkward like that.
Would you have heard of a baby found around here ...
in August '42?
Wait, I don 't understand.
Good morning, sir. I left a child here in August '42.
Here?
No, not here. Over there on the track.
Yes, of course.
No. I haven't... no.
It's hard to explain but I was forced to leave him.
It was to save him that we...
It was in the trains.
So I brought a...
I brought a...
a ribbon that was with him in his...
on his undershirt.
There was also a blanket and this.
But there's not much point ...
since you haven't seen him.
Anyway, you wouldn't have heard of ...
a child who'd have been run over on the track?
No.
Good. I'm glad. You'd have known otherwise.
Now, would you know where I could... search?
That way I think.
That way?
Good.
You're in your bubble, you think you're in champagne ...
Paris.
You're just a bit out there, come back down here.
You look so pale, you're white as your music ...
Paris.
Wear something a little bit "swing" ...
mourning doesn't suit you.
Hi.
I saw your name in the newspaper. That's why...
And Simon?
Well it's been... how long has it been?
It's been '40, '42... It's been a long time.
You haven't changed.
Well?
How are you?
I'm fine.
You wouldn't have... a little bit of work for me?
We're closing at the end of the week.
Ah well...
Right.
Where did you put Simon?
Simon?
In the mirror of a street caf� ...
both of us ...
in the crowd, among others.
We got a job in Nice.
It's not well paid but we'll be well fed.
Couldn't we play this part again cause I...
Commemoration of the Martyrs of Auschwitz
One week later, facing so much hatred ...
and lack of understanding ...
Eveline committed suicide.
She hadn't found anyone who'd forgive her wartime love affairs.
We were in 1945.
Blood and tears were going to dry up for a while.
As for hope, we'd have to wait a good twenty years ...
before seeing it reappear somewhere in the Sixties.
For those born before, during, and after the war ...
those who'd later be called ...
the Make-Do Generation ...
it was their turn to cross the threshold of adulthood.
I'm counting on you.
Carriage 23. It's this one.
Here. You mother's only possession. She wanted you to have it.
The newspaper kiosk? - Over there.
It's so beautiful. Thanks, grandpa.
And don't forget to bring her flowers every week.
No, I won't forget. And you, don't forget that ...
your mother got into trouble in a city like Paris ...
so be careful.
As soon as I'm in Paris I'll bring you over.
As soon as I'm married. - Yes, dear.
Yes. The later I see Paris, the better I'll be ...
It's going to leave. - Beer vendor!
Take care. -Bye.
Give us that bottle. Here.
And a sandwich.
We love you so much. - Me too
Take care of yourself. - Yes
Bye.
Play on.
I don't believe this guy.
Don't panic.
Hurry up.
She makes you shy?
Going to Paris, baby?
Give her some sweets.
Who's picking you up at the station, sweetie?
Leave it. - Offer her some sweets.
She's a plodder.
Blockhead! Blockhead!
Promise her nothing. Offer her nothing.
A sip of beer?
Want to hear a joke?
This guy goes hunting with a friend.
If you see a pr-prey, let me kno-know..
I ha-have g-good eye-eyesight..
He says: O-o-oh, a ra-rabbit. - Wh-where?
O-oh, he-he g-got a-away.
Loo-look o-out! A p-par...tridge.
Where? - It fl-flew of-off.
And suddenly we hear in the silence ...
Bang!
W-why d-did you sh-shoot?
I've see-seen no-nothing.
I th-thought I'd sh-shoot anyway ...
just in ca-case you'd se-seen so-something.
That's it. They're reading the paper together now.
You're such an idiot.
This one blows me away. Blows me away.
Platform 7. Train arriving from Nice, Marseille, Lyon, Dijon.
We strongly advise all soldiers returning from Algeria ...
having embarked in Marseilles ...
not to leave the station without visiting ...
the Reception Centre at the entrance of platform B.
Mum.
- The teacher.
Francis.
My fianc�.
Madam.
Francis, you didn't tell me about her.
She's not mine, she belongs to him.
Dad.
Hit me, sonny.
And this is the boxing daddy. I'll call you.
Bye, Richard.
Bye.
You're in your bubble, you think you're in champagne ...
Paris.
You're just a bit out there ... come back down here.
You look so pale, you're white as your music ...
Paris.
Wear something a little bit "swing" ...
mourning doesn't suit you.
As if History had no imagination.
20 years earlier, 20 years later.
From a World war to an Algerian war.
What could have changed for Edith not to know ...
the same fears, the same train stations ...
the same failures her mother had known.
Why was the fianc� not there?
Why is the sequel just like the beginning?
Why is the beginning just like the end?
Why do we look just like our mother?
Why does fate's always made up the same way?
Why is it always the same ones who aren't picked up at the station?
Hello, am I speaking to Turbigo 1520?
I'd like to speak to Mr. Michel.
Oh.
Excuse me.
Excuse me again, Madam.
Hi.
When I didn't find you home...
I thought of course you'd be here.
Well done.
My mates, they had their wives ...
they had all their relatives at the train station.
While you, you'd received my message yet no one.
But you realize, don't you? Mother.
I'm your son.
I'm not a stranger.
You 're lucky. She made you laugh like that all your life.
Come on, come on.
Hello.
You look good.
So I brought them to you, these friends... from Paris ...
so you could meet them.
So let me introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Nicolas.
Whenever she could, Anne would visit the small station ...
always hoping for some information ...
a miracle.
Since the camps, she didn't want to play violin anymore.
It was the first time in 20 years ...
she'd revealed her secret to her friends.
The station masters had become kind of family.
Her life had stopped here, one night in 1942.
It couldn't restart anywhere but here.
This morning, in their N.Y. State home ...
Sarah Glenn and her brother Jason learned of the death of their mother ...
in a tragic car accident. Their father, Jack Glenn, was seriously injured.
Father managed to redeem everything.
His war, his divorce, my studies, my return from Algeria and ...
his new fianc�.
That's life.
I don't mind my wife being stolen, but not my wallet.
No offense.
Never.
Today, we were celebrating my first apartment.
I was kind of ashamed to show off the luxury in which I'd been brought up.
But like in any gang worthy of the name ...
there needed to be a rich one, a very rich one.
Incredible, what happened tonight in New York ...
for the first concert of Karl Kremer.
Two people in the auditorium ...
when the concert was sold out.
But let us start at the beginning ...
to better understand this evening which will no doubt ...
leave its mark on the history of music.
You must call up a press conference.
This morning, just as he was about to embark ...
with the Bolshoi Ballet company ...
the great dancer Sergei Itovitch chose freedom ...
by taking refuge between two plain clothes policemen.
The head of the Bolshoi Ballet immediately stated that ...
a woman was responsible for this choice.
Since this occurred a week after Khrushchev's dismissal ...
the subject of our afternoon program will be the Russia of 1964.
The ones and the others.
If everyone is the other for someone ...
rarely is he the one for the other ...
despite all the speeches ...
the cries for help ...
of the others ...
the others.
On this earth where wallow ...
the ones without the others ...
If all men are equal ...
some are more equal than others ...
in the words of George Orwell.
That goes for him or her ...
or the other ...
the other.
The ones and the others.
If everyone is the other for someone ...
rarely is he the one for the other ...
despite all the speeches ...
the cries for help ...
of the others ...
the others.
On this earth where wallow ...
the ones without the others ...
if all men are equal ...
some are more equal than others ...
in the words of George Orwell.
That goes for him or her ...
or the other ...
the other.
Hello. Hello.
French championship, middleweight category.
In fifteen three-minute rounds.
The title-holder ...
Michel Chapus ...
against his challenger ...
Philippe Rouget.
The two men were weighted at the sport newspaper, L'Equipe.
Michel Chapus, 72.5 kilos.
Philippe Rouget, 72.3 kilos.
Rouget.
Judges: Mr. Cl�ment and Mr. Laroche.
3rd judge and referee: Mr. Para. Timekeeper: Mr. Ferrand.
The title-holder ...
Michel Chapus!
His challenger ...
Philippe Rouget!
Of course, I married my father's fianc�.
Robert, married before his military service, already had a son with Eva.
They had met at law school.
Jacques, the most gifted in our group ...
was only interested in horses.
And Candice, only in boxers.
Richard, who was unemployed, was lending everyone a hand.
But for us, comrades from Algeria, this evening was foremost about hope ...
cause we had decided, out of friendship or superstition ...
that the outcome of the match would mirror our future.
The loudspeaker says ...
"In the 80's, if you don't like your body, hire someone else's."
The world president, a 10-years-old rock star ...
sings through a loudspeaker: "Disease".
A word for yesterday's dictionaries.
The last sick person gives a press conference.
The last hospital's just been dismantled, brick by brick.
The sun is there, permanently. In fact, there are two suns.
Life now is just an inferno of holidays.
My fianc� and I pledge our equality on the banks of the Seine.
When I'm not comfortable in my own skin, I get into hers.
"Everything has been overcome", says the loudspeaker.
It adds: "Tomorrow will sing as well as yesterday".
There are as many screams of hatred as there are screams of love.
The lyrics will change.
It will be the same melody but for the fact that ...
the prophets will have a sense of humour ...
the prophets will have a sense of humour.
Tomorrow ...
we will rock ourselves to sleep ...
since everything will be ...
the big sleep. Listen ...
above all, don't worry ...
if I can already see ...
the first bird ...
of some post-war years ...
on a wire ...
that turned into barbed wire ...
as the years flew by.
A ten-minute break.
Tell me.
You could have let us know you'd been discharged.
I don't know. We'd have come and picked you up.
We might have like to. Did you think about your mother?
How is she? - She'd feel better ...
if she'd hear from you more often, stupid jerk.
Yeah, right.
I'm not through.
So you refuse to defend me?
Come on, Richard. Don't be ridiculous. Everyone knows we're mates.
Can you see us together in court? It wouldn't be credible.
All I can see is that you don't want people to think that ...
the best barrister in Paris keeps bad company.
Gutless motherfucking arsehole!
Armed robbery. Yes, it's a nasty business.
Do me this favour.
I don't know what it is, I haven't been feeling well lately.
I told you a hundred times not to wait for me here.
So, did you get the results? - Nothing's wrong.
What do you mean, there's nothing wrong?
I've checked everything. There's nothing wrong with you.
Are you sure? - I'm telling you.
I can't understand.
I go to bed tired. I wake up tired. And I eat tired. I fuck tired.
Because you are tired.
Have I not done my best for you?
You've done your best for your career, not for us.
Not for us.
And now?
And now, how to do you envisage our divorce? You're the expert.
Is it final?
You know why I'm here today?
Because I had the crazy idea of following your mistress ...
and she must not be far cause I climbed the stairs just behind her.
And you wonder why you're tired?
I'm through, Miss.
It's truly final.
Eva.
Eva, I beg you. Don't be ridiculous.
You think you can change?
Of course. - I don't think so.
I've been married, therefore divorced.
Forty years old.
War in Algeria.
A bit stout.
A child.
Rich.
Very rich.
Underline this.
Twice.
Affectionate.
Animal loving ...
especially horses.
What more could we say?
Likable?
Yes, good idea.
Very likeable.
And ...
date and signature.
Who do I send it to?
You wouldn't be interested?
Let him loose, I say.
You're cutting his legs.
It's your friend, the boxer.
Tell him to bet on "Red One", number 12.
"Red One", thanks.
Bye.
It's coming.
Clear.
"Red One". - Pardon?
Don't mind me, I'm learning English.
The ones and the others.
The others.
The ones and the others.
The others.
I'm sorry, Nicole. I did it wrong.
Doesn't matter.
Everyone, from the start. Soldiers from the 14th.
From the birthday cake.
Silence, please.
Get the horses ready. Reload the smoke machine.
Everyone in place, please.
Before leaving, I put flowers on the grave of your poor mother.
You know, my little Edith ...
she looked like you.
Is it her who called me Edith? - Yes of course.
Around the house, it was always about Edith Piaf.
Edith Piaf this, Edith Piaf that.
And did you like her too, Edith Piaf?
Well ...
she sang better than you dance.
I saw you last week on television.
Paris ...
you're disgusting ...
you're mouldy, dirty and fat, covered with marks.
Paris ...
you have been ...
and you are lost, crazy, and wasted, you must give up.
Paris ...
you're disgusting ...
you're too bent and demented, you scruffy old rag.
Now you're nothing more than an old wreck ...
my poor friend, Paris, Paris ...
you're disgusting.
First applicant, announcer audition ...
Hughette Fremont.
Be as relaxed and friendly as possible, Miss.
3 pm: Classical music, featuring ...
the famous cantata "Brich dem Hungrigen dein Brot" ...
BMW 39... B W V 39 ...
with the orchestra of Lu... eh... Lud...wig Bourge ...
under the bra... baton, pardon me, of Gustav Leonhardt.
And at 8:30 pm, after the news ...
Mikhail Kalatozov's masterpiece ...
"The Cranes Are Flying" with Tatiana Samo�lova.
We know her, I'm telling you. - From the TV, yes.
Nah, we know her better than that.
Happy anniversary, gentlemen.
Nice to see you, dear child.
How are you? - Very well.
You dine with us?
I'm not really into veterans. Good evening.
In any case, you're beautiful. - The third month bloom.
Congratulations.
I'm not the father.
You're right after all.
If you've managed to keep 3 or 4 good friends ...
after twenty years ...
you can always tell yourself you're successful.
Successful. How nice, this success of yours.
Twenty years of dirty tricks ...
of cowardice ...
and intrigue.
And to top it all, we were so screwed by our wives ...
that now we can ...
we're reduced to ...
dancing with whores we're not even sure we'll fuck.
Do you hear what I say?
That's enough. - Whores and double whores.
Let it go.
That's all you could do. Take this.
Hey!
Are you crazy?
Nutcase. - Stop it. You're crazy.
Stop it, Francis. Good god.
Don't move.
That 's enough.
Are you happy? - In your corner.
Let me go. - Come on, shit!
What's up with him? - It's a rotten evening. Stupid cunt!
He's crazy.
Poofter! And you, shut your mouth.
Go take care of your cancer. - He's crazy.
It's ok, Jacques. - I'll show you his trajectory.
Come here, you girls.
Come here, you, the red one.
Come here. Come.
Come on, drop it. - You. Come.
How much were you paid to be here tonight?
Leave it.
For heaven's sake, are you crazy?
You're really crazy.
Stop it, for chrissake.
You know why your wife left you?
Because you never were able to fuck her. Poofter!
Swap your scalpel for a head and you'll lead a happier life.
Stupid jerk.
Listen, stop... - Collaborator. Collaborator's son.
Are you insane?
The truth is harsh, huh?
You don't know what you're saying. Drop it.
Twenty years of boredom and to top it all ...
he bakes a birthday cake. Perfect.
You're a fucking loser. - It's no use.
The three of you. You too.
You fought twenty fights too many.
I don't want to be mean. - Forget it.
I don't want to be mean. - You never were in the ring.
Loser.
You're right. You're right. - It's over.
You might have succeeded if you'd been meaner.
You're right, I mean, completely. But now let it go.
Don't be a pain in the arse and let us enjoy the night.
Did you pay? Did you pay the ladies?
Did you pay, yes or what? - For chrissake, yes.
Can they leave now? You, shut up.
Can they leave now?
Can't we spend an evening without broads?
Can we?
Cause twenty years ago ...
we used to spend evenings without broads.
We didn't need to pay two thousand francs per broad.
Get the hell out!
The red one, the white one, the purple one and the black one.
Out.
Out or you'll cop this TV.
It's ok. It's ok. They're leaving.
It's ok... ok... ok.
Walk past Father Christmas. Move.
Off you go. - Slut!
That's it. They're gone, aren't they?
No, they're not gone cause this is a bedroom ...
and I want to see them leave, so open up that door.
Easy. Easy. - Easy yourself.
Easy. They're leaving now. - Off you go.
Impounded.
Happy now?
No kidding.
Here.
Now stop acting like a jerk. They're gone.
So... they've cleared off.
We don't need them anymore, do we?
Nothing's broken... so let's have some fun.
Let's drink. We can't leave like this. - Happy Anniversary.
How does one become an announcer?
It's a long story.
We have plenty of time.
I don't know you'll be interested. It's pretty schmaltzy.
Me... I... I'm sure... that we've met before.
I don't know where but...
What a beautiful song.
What is it? Do you know? - No.
Do you come from Paris?
No. From Dijon.
Marseille, Lyon, Dijon, Paris. All change.
We were returning from Algeria.
We were returning from Algeria. - So what?
What about Algeria?
You were not very nice to me.
Of course!
You got on our nerves with that fianc� of yours.
He never showed up, this fianc� of mine.
So he didn't show up, this one. What about the others?
Didn't they show up either?
It's really funny, huh? - It's unbelievable.
You haven't changed, you know.
And us, do you think we've changed?
Him, maybe?
He ages faster.
It's a nice memory?
Not for her. She was feeling blue. - So-so.
Are you married? - No.
And you?
Divorced. Well, in the process of divorcing.
And you? - In the process of divorcing.
We won't be seeing each other tonight.
As soon as I've sorted things out ...
we're checking out of this hotel, I promise you.
If only it was just a housing problem.
So, what's wrong?
I can only see people's flaws, now.
You can't judge me during this transition phase.
You're hiding too many things, Robert.
You're not up front.
We'll speak after breakfast.
It will be fine, don't worry.
What are you doing here?
The fat one committed suicide.
How did it happen?
In Chantilly.
I've spent all night on him. Come on, put on your jacket.
Is he still alive?
Put on your jacket.
Come on, dammit!
Do I know her?
No. It's just a young girl.
Thanks for the "young girl".
Hi.
Are you going?
You see, you're not up front.
I'm going. - Get going.
A day full of surprises.
What's happening? - Nothing.
I thought I had more charm than this jerk.
Where is he?
Whenever you're ready.
Just a sec. I must talk to her. - No.
Listen. - It's over Robert. Over.
Just a second. Excuse us.
She's telling you it's over.
Listen now. I'll call you.
Paris, I love you.
She, who in the 60's was as famous as the Beatles ...
has finally agreed to sing in Paris.
She arrived this morning at the Lido ...
for an exceptional run of thirty shows.
To a question about her health, Sarah replied that ...
she may look older than she actually is ...
however one shouldn't jump to conclusions.
Very relaxed, she then spent the day choosing the act ...
who'll have the honour of opening for her.
On this earth where wallow ...
the ones without the others ...
if all men are equal ...
some are more equal than others ...
in the words of George Orwell.
That goes for him or her ...
or the other ...
the other ...
Just by chance ...
when we were coming out of a station, one day ...
we saw each other ...
in the mirror of a street caf� ...
both of us ...
in the crowd, among others.
The ones and the others.
You don't have a little spoon? Excuse me, sir.
Could I have a little spoon, please? Two, I mean.
Would you like a little spoon?
Here's a little spoon.
My mother is French... was French. She was ...
the singer in my dad's band.
Robert Prat THE DEATH AND THE DEATH
I don't understand. You could have come sooner.
You should have written this book sooner.
It is unbelievable.
I beg your pardon. Please be seated.
What's her name?
Anne Meyer.
Meyer.
The last time you saw her, when was that?
A good two years ago.
And she was losing her memory.
Was she coming often?
Every two weeks.
She was always hoping.
How far was your church? Around fifty kilometres.
In any case, now he'll know why his son loves music.
Without the coffee shops and the stations ...
how can we ...
find each other again?
Tomorrow ...
we will rock ourselves to sleep ...
since everything will be ...
the big sleep. Listen ...
above all, don't worry ...
if I can already see ...
the first bird of some post-war years ...
on a wire ...
that turned into barbed wire ...
as the years flew by.
Listen ...
we'll see each other again.
An empty caf�.
Without the coffee shops and the stations ...
how can we ...
find each other again?
Tomorrow ...
you'll rock me to sleep.
I will be ready.
If I can already see ...
the first bird of some post-war years ...
Which one will stay?
Above all, don't be angry with me.
Nice to meet you.
Of her presence in Paris.
They're making a film about my husband's life.
As you know, he often lived in Paris.
Many important events in his life occurred in Paris.
Karl Kremer, according to a recent poll ...
the f�hrer is the most hated man...
the most hated public figure of all time ...
so I'd like you to speak about your connection to him.
It was forty years ago, you know ...
so what can I tell you about my own weaknesses?
People of your generation, Menuhin, Rubinstein ...
seem to be happier than today's youths.
How would you explain this?
We've known war.
Compared to war, everything else is sweet...
very very sweet.
Sir.
I have an appointment with Mr. Sergei Itovitch.
He's rehearsing with his daughter.
What is your name?
Planck.
Who?
Planck. From UNlCEF and the Red Cross.
You change nothing in this direction.
And you return to the other diagonal.
There.
Now you do the d�velopp�
Slowly.
Just there.
No hurry.
Round, this movement.
Wait, there's someone for me. Take over.
Sir?
Hi. I spoke to you yesterday over the phone ...
about UNICEF and the Red Cross.
And you know why? Because they'll die ...
for lack of a glass of water or a bowl of rice.
They don't know about the oil crisis or marital problems.
They only know hunger and thirst.
Do we really have to mention the oil and the marital problems?
We often appeal to you, I know ...
only this time, it is more urgent than ever ...
because from thousands, they are now millions.
And the children dying in front of their mother ...
have no milk left nor tears ...
so we who are fortunate enough to still be able to cry ...
must act quickly, very quickly.
UNICEF and the Red Cross organise ...
with world television ...
a great solidarity gala ...
and there are many ways you can participate.
By saving a child, just one child ...
we may find the urge to save the whole of humanity.
We searched everywhere, sir. I used all your connections.
My connections. Fine connections!
And overseas? Did you think of overseas?
Yes sir, I did.
Thank you, Therese.
And the madhouses?
THE ONES AND THE OTHERS
Subtitles: Wing Mong Yee.