Lawless Street (La Rue sans loi)

LAWLESS STREET

Sign: "Lawless Street" - There's an unknown district in this city.

Foreigners haven't been here for a long time.

Sign: voluntary donations - It's the same world as elsewhere.

Law enforcers are on duty.

The secret police is watchful.

Public services work well.

Like everywhere, there are beggars.

And music too... for lovers.

See you tomorrow.

Yet something is off in this street.

Have you lost weight? - Why are officers losing weight?

Why are there no prisoners anymore?

A criminal can't be prosecuted anymore...

because these gangsters control the streets.

Mom? Mom? I just came from school.

Hi dad. - Hello.

Did you work well? - Yes, you see... - Then we're happy.

Anatole, help me.

Watch out... - Just a moment.

I feel sorry for this unfortunate blind man.

Anatole, give this coin to that blind man.

Thanks, captain.

Anatole? - I'm here, Fifi.

Anatole! - Yes?

I'm here, Fifi. Where are you, Fifi?

Fool, go get bread. - Not stale bread.

Give me some money, Fifi. - Tell them I'll pay tomorrow.

This is unbelievable.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the real sporting feat of our athlete begins.

Will my youngest son deliver this spectacle for you? Cheer him on.

Go ahead, my son.

And that's nothing yet. - Tip.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the strongman from Belleville.

That's me!

I will lift it, hold it and set it down...

The weight isn't 100 kg, it's dust, ladies and gentlemen, dust.

But these two weights together. Thanks for your generosity.

This athlete can continue.

You've lost something. - Really?

Check for yourself. - Oh yes, thanks.

You're welcome.

These two weights are connected to... To what?

Steel. - Steel, ladies and gentlemen.

Not ordinary steel, but solid steel.

All together, this weighs 300 kg. Which means...

300 plus 300 is 600 kilos, ladies and gentlemen.

Meanwhile, this boy will play the trumpet.

I'll miss my train. - Hurry, hurry.

You're right, dress warmly, or you'll catch a cold.

That's great.

Well, that's really good... - Anatole, what are you doing here?

I went to get bread... Look. I didn't see you at the office...

I was there yesterday, right? I had a class.

What class? - Driving lessons.

Can you imagine, 300 kg. - Plus the weight of his arms.

Right, unbelievable.

Is it coming?

Watch out!

Are you watching this too? - No, Fifi.

Where's my bread? Did you forget it?

No Fifi, not here. - I already took it.

I'm going to take another class. - Fine, leave my husband alone.

Listen, Anatole...

Hurry, go to work!

Hurry, no time to lose!

Mrs. Burt, you're no little girl anymore!

Be more serious.

Sir, come here, this will teach you!

Silence.

Today we'll see the difference between a real and a fake agent.

What's now?

Sorry sir, I... - Late again...

Correct. - Do you know the lesson? Say it out loud!

Mrs. Burt, stop that.

Come here. - Yes, sir.

And give your wheel to François.

You are the pedestrian and you, François, are the driver.

So, what do you say to the pedestrian?

You rascal. - Congratulations.

Step aside, make way.

Very good, François, go back to your place.

And now all together, the traffic jam exercise.

We start, 6, 5, 4 and 3.

No, that's not it.

Just a moment. We start again.

That's still not it.

That's not me. It's downstairs, he's taking laughter lessons.

But Fifi...

I'm hungry. - Set the table.

Your father was watching athletes.

What do you want, Fifi... I'm sporty. - Then you have nice legs.

Indeed, I have nice legs.

Good day, Mr. Hippolytus.

Why not call him maestro?

No need, I'm very modest.

Sorry maestro for disturbing you during our lunch.

The only thing that matters to me is music. What are you having?

Chicken with rice, maestro. But since I had no rice, I made it with peas.

It's the first time I'm eating chicken with rice and peas.

Besides, it's made with potatoes. - Can you help me for a moment?

I was a scout myself, so I can help you safely.

I've even had music lessons in the kitchen.

Anatole. - Yes, Fifi?

Help me put on my apron. - Wait a moment, Fifi.

Anatole. - Yes?

Where are you? - Here. Wait, you're moving too much.

Did you roast the chicken?

Yes, I put the chicken in the oven this morning.

It's probably already done.

Watch out!

Couldn't you pluck it? - No, I have a sensitive heart.

You're a good man. - Yes, absolutely.

I don't want chicken with chickpeas or potatoes.

I'll make my dish: the Paganini vol-au-vent.

It will taste delicious.

A little butter...

In the kitchen, you're even a musician to the letter, master.

I'm looking for a pan that gives me the "A".

You have to be ready for anything. - Right.

I need an egg. - Anatole, give him an egg, now.

Hurry up. - Okay, okay, I'm getting it ready.

I'm on my way.

Fool!

I loved that bowl. - That egg is way too hard, look.

That's not an egg, idiot! - Then why was it there?

Are you fighting over a bowl?

Don't worry, here.

Better set the cutlery. - Yes, Fifi.

Ma'am, I need meat. - Oscar!

Yes, Mom. - Break that egg.

To the beat: 5, 4, 3, 2, 5, 4, 3, 2...

Yes. 5, 4, 3, 2...

So, and? - Well, what?

The recipe doesn't include a beard.

Well, I don't know, I've never eaten that.

A runny nose, boy? - It's just snow.

Yes, nonsense.

Okay, that's enough, everything was made to the beat, thanks.

Do you have chili? - Yes, here.

You forgot to open them. - They should open from the heat.

The wine and the milk.

Keep in mind I have a sick liver.

Me too. - Not surprising.

Those artists, really. - Yes.

And now we must let everything simmer.

We also have to eat it. - Mind your own business.

Is this water from the stove?

I forgot salt.

Oh, God. - I thought so too.

Maybe we could eat out?

Excuse me, sir.

And?

Good afternoon, chef.

Here is your meal.

Strike, like this and this.

Checkmate.

That must be the chef. - I'll go.

Where are you from?

My big oaf. - Move aside, ma'am.

Nice little painting. - Yes, it comes straight from the Louvre.

How was it? - Nothing special.

A big outing for something small.

If you only count the customers' money...

from the restaurant, we'd be bankrupt.

That's logical, right? - Isn't it?

I can hang it in the restaurant. - What else could you do with it?

The painting is too old. - You're going to get a slap...

A little faster than that.

François, in the car.

Don't be afraid to take risks. Have fun.

François, go ahead.

Perfect.

Run over these people.

I can't, they're friends. - Too bad.

We'll meet others.

Is Anatole done eating? - No, he wants to go to the restaurant.

How's driving, François? - We'll try.

DRIVING SCHOOL -

It's here. - Great.

Fifi...

Your tie.

After you.

At your service, ladies and gentlemen.

Waiter, where are my lobsters? - We're working on it.

I've been waiting a long time.

It's full. - You're a man, do something.

Find us a spot. I'm starving.

I'll give you a place.

You haven't given me the bill yet. - A bill?

Help me.

Ma'am.

At least that's a man.

But we didn't order soup. - Be quiet.

Waiter?

There's a fly in my soup.

No, it's a thumbtack.

A sandwich, chef. - Waiter, for us "Pommar".

A "Pommar" for you, Fifi.

A "Pommar".