Everyone's Life (Chacun sa vie)

From this collective discussion...

we're going to have with my assessors,

a story will emerge...

that society will regard as "the truth."

When chance made you come before us...

Chance, said Einstein, is the disguise the good Lord uses...

to wander among men.

You probably didn't know...

what would be the scale of your task, its difficulty.

We broke into De Vidas' life.

You have to remember that.

We'll try, ladies and gentlemen,

to judge him as fairly as possible.

You understand the difficulty of our task.

Basically, you're the six bullets in the barrel of these deliberations

that can hurt, kill, or be as harmless...

as six blanks.

My assessors and myself, we'll respect your wishes.

We'll guide you in these deliberations,

but not impose our own views upon you.

There must be exchanges.

Everything has to be said.

Know that the fundamental rule...

is that of personal conviction.

Personal conviction first. It's written in this room,

it's evidence-based.

But it's not just that.

Personal conviction, that's what you felt,

suffered,

heard.

What we shouted, what we've killed,

Well, which is what you are.

And it's by this yardstick and through the prism of who you are...

that we're going to judge this man.

TO EACH THEIR OWN LIFE and Their Personal Conviction

Johnny, this is the other Johnnys.

Attention, live from the "Picture."

We're gonna rehearse all the music.

Try to make it a bit faster.

All the music I love

She comes from there She comes from the blues

Words are never enough

To express what the blues is

I put my joys there, I put my sorrows there

And all together, it becomes the blues

I sing it as much as I love it

And I'll always sing it

A long time ago on guitars

Black hands gave it birth

To sing of sorrows and hopes

To sing about God and then love

That music will live

As long as the blues.

The blues means that I love you

And it hurts to die

I cry, but I sing anyway

It's my prayer to keep you

And all the music I love

She comes from there She comes from the blues

Words are never enough

To express what the blues is

I put my joys there I put my sorrows there

And all together, it becomes the blues

I sing it as much as I love it

And I'll always sing it

Long ago on guitars

Black hands gave it birth

To sing of sorrows and hopes

To sing about God

And then love

The blues means that I love you

And it hurts to die

I cry, but I sing anyway

It's my prayer to keep you

All the music I love

She comes from there She comes from the blues

Words are never enough

To express what the blues is

All the music I love

All the music I love

All the music I love

All the music I love

Thank you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to you all.

We've been this tour for you,

with you.

You gave us happiness every night.

You're a golden audience!

And I love you for that. And you, and you,

and you, and you up there!

I love you!

All the music I love

All the music I love

All the music I love

She comes from there

She comes from there

She comes from there

She comes from there She comes from the blues

What? - I'm kidding myself.

Why? - I know your little number.

Me, I pass,

and I'm going to bed.

When you win, you're tired. - Fuck you.

As soon as he loses, he leaves.

So what? - So we play.

Yes, I know. - I went all in.

So what's the matter with you?

Just this. - Oh, fuck.

Thanks for coming.

It's okay? Will you survive?

Badly. Badly.

It stings, eh?

Service.

Did you cheat?

My personal conviction is that he's guilty.

But as much as you and me.

My personal conviction is that I don't know.

Of that, I'm sure.

My firm belief is that he's 100% guilty.

A hen doesn't crow like a rooster, and a rooster doesn't lay eggs.

Nothing happens as we'd imagined.

There's only one sun, and everything has its own shadow.

We're all fluctuations of happiness.

There's nothing greater than the truth.

But since it's a lie that comes apart,

I have a more personal conviction.

When you go con fishing, it always bites.

Why do you think I'm such an asshole all day...

on that skateboard?

It's to keep them laughing.

How many times will I have to repeat to you

that laughter is the best medicine in the world?

So we don't give bad news anymore.

Only good news. Bad news makes you sick,

as the good news is welcomed by the brain.

The brain says, "Here, good news."

So he says to the other cells,

"We may be cured."

"Yes, we might get well." It works like that.

So from now on in my department,

I just want what's funny.

The banana, eh?

More than that. This is a little banana.

You have to make me the big banana, okay?

People, we receive them,

we smile, we joke, and only afterwards, we listen to them.

I have a surprise for you.

Here. I made a bunch of jokes.

These are jokes.

Here, Angela.

We go into the room, we draw a card from the patient.

You kept silent for me. - Draw a card.

I'm the patient, I read the joke.

I have to read it aloud.

There the patient will say,

"Do you know why hippos have sex in the water?"

"Well, you try to get a pussy wet...

that's 400 pounds." That's strong.

I admit this one's a bit strong.

But it works. It's already better.

Come on. On the way, we'll heal with laughter.

Come on, clear the way.

Ah, I just have to pack everything here.

You're on Beaune FM, live from Place Carnot,

for the first day of "Street Jazz" with our beloved singer,

our comeback, Nini Jazzy, who kicks us off.

A little gone, a little lame

I go down to the jazz club

History of forgetting a little, the course of my life

Yes?

Guys look at me pissed off

Yes. Well, listen...

There are days when I want to get fucked up.

So, master? Have you lost again?

Shall I take you home? - Where you want.

I'm telling all of my clients about your joke the other day.

They died laughing.

This is more than a joke. It's the metaphor of life.

Do you tell jokes to all your patients?

Over the years, laughter has become my first prescription.

Madame Richer, this is the first time I've seen your dog.

She's a bitch. - Sorry, miss.

Usually my husband comes to pick me up,

but there he is on the move.

Are you coming back from a trial? - Yes.

And who did you judge?

It's a bit sordid. I don't really want to talk about it.

What sign are you? - Sign what?

Astrological.

Ah, Cancer. Why?

Since this morning, I've driven a Taurus, a Leo, an Aries...

It's no longer a taxi, it's a cattle truck.

If you're a Cancer, you're going to fall from the sky today.

What?

It says today you'll fall from a great height.

Can I help? - Thank you.

It's okay? - Yes.

Goodbye, miss.

You're free? - Yes.

I'd like to go to the hospital. - You're welcome.