Home Front (Des hommes)

What about the rabbits?

Hi, Feu-de-bois.

So you came?!

Why wouldn't I come? It's my sister's birthday!

Hi, Marcel.

Solange...

Solange!

Solange...

Happy birthday, Solange.

Didn't need to, Bernard.

Well, open it.

You're nuts.

He's nuts!

No need.

Like it?

Yes.

I wasn't sure about a flower...

but as you like birds so much, I figured...

Put it on.

Yes, of course... I'll put it on.

There.

So!

I'll give you a kiss.

You do like it, then?

Of course I like it.

That's not the problem.

So what is the problem?

Bernard, it's worth a fortune.

Don't you worry about that.

How could you afford it?

None of your business!

It's beautiful... It's certainly beautiful!

Well, I'll take it off now.

No, don't!

Why are you taking it off?

Because it's too nice.

It's not.

How could it be too nice for you?

No, it's too nice for this dress. Don't you agree?

Where did you find the money, then? How did you manage it?

That's no one's concern.

It does concern us!

You never had anything.

We've given you everything you have.

Like this suit...

It was Roland's. And that shirt, too.

You forgot?

We always helped you as best we could, and you...

How could you?

With what money?

He robbed the old lady!

You robbed the old lady!

That's enough now!

Right? That's enough. You all shut up!

Of course, that was it.

He'd gone and helped himself...

when Solange and Evelyne had taken her to the retirement home.

He was well accustomed to stealing from his own mother.

But to him, it was not theft.

No...

He was just recovering what was his.

It was easy... he knew all the hiding places.

He'd found them.

I don't give a damn about those idiots.

Should've seen them turn!

Like rats... vultures...

All of 'em.

It's because of them she removed the brooch.

Not because of the dress. It's a nice dress.

My heart would've farted if I'd stayed there...

Farted in my throat.

It's because of them, not because of the dress.

It's a nice dress.

What is Solange doing?

How would I know?

Stop being pissed off, and come and sit down.

Someone's actually talking to me!

Talkin' to me!

Coz people are watching, eh?

They're all there

Except for the dead.

The dead didn't come.

That's a good thing.

Better they didn't come.

Imagine if they'd come?

And Reine?

What'd she 've said... Reine? Eh?

And the dead infant? All gone.

It's a pity the dead infants didn’t come.

With Reine, they were the only ones who meant anything.

Yeah...

So... the bachelor?

With his bachelor's degree.

Something between him and me.

I would have liked to try for uni...

and he thought that was pretentious.

It is true, that here, at the time...

and also... in our family...

But I would've liked it. Where's my sister?!

Where's Solange?

Oh, Rabut! Where's my sister?!

Still in the kitchen?

Most likely.

It's her party... and she's the one in the kitchen.

Aren't you ashamed to let her do everything?

Bunch of slackers!

Bunch of slackers!

What does the bachelor have to say?

And him there!

Him! He can be there, he can.

He can be there, while I...

Bernard, stop it!

That dirty Arab can be there.

You get out now... get out!

Ignore him, Sayid, it's nothing.

For years I've wanted to punch you in the face!

Your goofy face!

Shut up!

That's enough! Now you're leaving.

Go on, get out!

Go on... Get out!

Rabut, help me!

- Go, Feu-de-bois! - Okay!

Stop your raving... None of that here.

No dirty Arabs.

Understood? None of that in our place.

Well, you didn't always spit on the Arabs, did you?

Who said that?

Who said that?

The Algerian French are not Arabs!

They're not Arabs!

Take this back, and get out of here!

No.

Get out of my sight!

Solange...

Fuck off!

Now now...

It's what everyone dreaded and it's happening.

As if it had to happen, of course.

As if it were written.

So the men rush in.

The strongest. The bravest.

Those who are least afraid of him.

Roland, Marcel, Roger, Alex.

Not me.

Impossible for me. My body refuses.

Nobody hits him.

They know his strength.

They know he'll remember...

that he'll know exactly from who each blow came.

So no one dares...

and everyone protects himself as best he can.

She was the first girl that I'd held in my arms.

20 years old

Rabut... Another record.

Here...

Look at this.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Just visiting.

I have the right, don't I?

I think you've been drinking.

No matter, but you can't stay here.

You need to leave.

And why should I leave?

I'm fine here.

It's cool, I'm fine. There are cakes... I'm fine.

You need to go home, Sir.

I am at home, here!

More than you, Arab.

More than your Arab husband and Arab children.

I'm at home everywhere,

If I want to stay, I stay.

And I get blotto if I want to.

And you just shut your mouth!

And if you're not happy, go home.

You dirty Arab!

Yes... this is my home... my village...

In my village!

My village, you dirty Arab!

It's over.

Who was he?

Who was he, Mum?

Don't talk.

Oh, fuck!

Bourlem, stay quiet here.

Shut up!

Close your eyes!

Shut up!

Close your eyes! Close your eyes!

- OK, Rolland? - All's well.

- Hi, Marcel. - Hi.

- A small wine? - No, thanks. I'm looking for Rabut.

Sorry to disturb you, but since he's your cousin...

and you're on the municipal council...

- What's the matter? - Not here. I'm with the police.

What are you going to do?

What do you expect? We don't have a choice.

No one's been killed.

So he fucked up. So what?