Malditos

BASED ON AN ORIGINAL IDEA BY GUILLAUME GROSSE

Please remember to keep your legs in the car. Thank you.

Everyone, keep your legs inside the car, please.

CASH REGISTER

- What can I do for you? - Two admission tickets, please.

- All right, sir, pick a prize. - That one.

- All right, ten. - Yeah.

It's a thing with this reader.

- Hold on. What is that? - Let's see if it'll take it.

- What the hell? - There's water everywhere!

- What's that smell? - Something

- must've happened. - Jesus.

Please excuse us.

What's going on out here?

It's flooding again, can you believe it?

Tony! Tony!

God, it's everywhere.

You were right, Tony. We can't go on like this.

Ugh, this sucks. It's too much.

The exit's this way. Right there. You'll all get your money back.

Keep going. Come on, guys. Thank you.

We'll try to fix this as soon as possible,

and you'll get a free game on us next time.

Everybody, please proceed to the exit at the front.

What are we gonna do?

TEMPORARILY CLOSED BACK SOON!

Push harder! Come on!

- Bro! Push! - What do you think I've been doing?

Put your back into it, Stork! What's your deal, bro?

Honestly, I wouldn't even want you guys as helpers.

Why don't you show us how it's done, then?

- Get in the driver's seat. - I can't, big guy.

I'm not dressed in rags like you.

Both of you, shut up right now!

One... two... three!

Was that so fucking complicated?

Fuck!

Shit, sorry, bro.

It honestly kinda looks like you shit yourself.

- Just shut the fuck up, man. - Serious diarrhea.

- You shut your mouth, too. -

Hey, Torres! You guys could end up drowning with all this water!

Oh, Princess Amaya's scared to get her shoes dirty, huh?

Don't worry, I've got plenty.

I wear these when I visit the peasants.

- Never know what you'll step in. - Peasants, huh?

- It wasn't like this yesterday. - What a mess!

So you Amayas didn't get flooded, huh?

Hey! What're you...

Back off!

You talk to your man like that?

Well, my man would have clean pants.

Sorry, Leti.

- -

The cops are here.

Oh, look. It's the cops.

You'd have to talk to Sara about that.

Back there.

If you need something, you go through her.

Over there.

I don't think that gadjo came over here

to tell us we hit the lottery.

Yeah, that's for sure.

- How are you doing? - Mm-hmm.

Mr. Saget, bailiff of the court.

I need to talk with the current landowner,

Mr... Miguel Torres.

- And what do you want? - I have a court order.

He's away.

Then Mr. Torres will need to come collect it personally from my office.

Tell him to hurry up, as this notice has been served.

He's on vacation. I'm not sure for how long.

I'm his wife, I'll sign it.

Right on that line.

So what's going on?

They're gonna fuck us over again.

There you are.

Have a good day.

Fucking gadjo.

No, no, no, no. Don't open it, sister. Why don't we ask God instead?

Just pick a verse, then.

Well, what does this mean? It sounds bad.

"I saw a new heaven and a new earth,

for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away,

and there was no more sea."

Really, Sara, there's nothing good inside.

From what they said, I... I think we're okay.

Yeah, I hope so.

- Unfortunately not... - Excuse me.

Can you help me find room 219? 219.

- End of the corridor on the left. - Thanks, miss.

So, as I was saying, hmm?

That's correct.

So, Mrs. Torres,

you're here about the eviction order, right?

What can I do for you today?

You said we had a year, but a month?

Okay, well, I'm afraid it's not so simple.

It's one year, subject to any danger manifesting.

And if it were to, procedure dictates that we evict.

And unfortunately, it did.

You've got floods cropping up all around the region,

putting your land constantly underwater.

We're looking for new land, but the cost is a lot to swing,

and you made us close our fairgrounds.

Hear me out.

Just give us a bit longer, and soon as we find a new lot,

we'll be gone.

I swear to you. I give you my word.

I'm afraid it's too late.

You've had enough time

for your husband to file an appeal for the order.

But he didn't, and now there's nothing more we can do.

Look, I'll be honest, if the council made this decision,

then it's for the best. It's for the safety of all of you.

No, you just want to push us out of your way.

No, no, that's not true. No, no, we fully respect your peoples'...

way of life.

As a matter of fact, we have plenty of rest areas for travelers.

You can't just put us in a parking lot!

The Camargue is our home.

We won't be shoved aside.

I may have a solution.

Just bear with me.

An HLM housing project on the edge of Arles.

Arles, that's still the Camargue, right? Talk with your husband.

I told you, Mom.

- Do you believe me now? -

All this rain. Like it couldn't get any worse.

Yeah, I know. Hope it doesn't bring another flood our way.

- Hey, man. - 'Sup, man.

- What's good? - Yo.

What's up, bro?

- Well? - We're screwed.

- What do you mean? - They won't budge on it.

- What'd they say? - To move to an HLM.

- Sure, let's go to the projects. - No way.

That's what I tried to say.

I'll talk with the guy in Gageron.

He's a gadjo, but I'm sure he's not as dumb...

Sister, you know no gadjo would rent to us. Why even try?

- It's worth a shot. - They would never give us a plot.

- We have to try. - No way.

They'll have to find us another plot.

Everything I have is here. I have my life, my work, my children.

Who'll they rely on? The government?

Threaten them. They'll get the message.

I'll go over to the council and I'll tell 'em. Withdraw the eviction,

- or lose your eyes! - Okay.

- That way, we're crystal clear. - Relax. We've got

- enough problems as it is. - It's the only way!

You wanna spend your whole lives selling tickets?

The fair's over now.

We got ourselves here because we're stupid.

We have to sell dope,

or we'll all get chased off of our land.

Is that what you want?

Follow the cash, that's all there is to it.

- Tony, your father... - I'm gonna fix this.

Your father wouldn't dare.

If he was here, I'm sure my father would feel the same way about it!

Don't say that!

He'd never touch drugs. That's off-limits.

It's what we gotta do if we wanna live.

Look at this place.

- Is this where you wanna die? - Quiet!

That's enough with the drugs! You got me?

All right?

- My mom pisses me off. - Yeah, you're a man now.

Even my uncles bust my balls. But you know what?

I'll show them. No more robbing for us, cousin.

- Drugs pay better. - Hell yeah, they do.

We stick together.

That's right, man.