Un Français (French Blood) (Un Français)

Based on real events

Grab the Arab. I'll get the fag!

So, you little fag...

Where can you go now?

What'll you do now?

You made me run. Why did you make me run?

Shut up, dirty Ay-rab!

- Where's the other fucker? - He got away.

Fuck.

"Don't touch my pal" - what a shitty motto!

Look. I'm touching you, aren't I?

I'm touching you! Where's your pal now?

Stop it. We've done nothing to you!

Shut your mouth, you fucking Arab!

Look at this pile of shit.

This is France. Do you understand?

France is no place for fags, Arabs and commies.

Go tell your little friends. France belongs to us.

Let's get outta here.

Down, Grand-Guy, down!

Come here.

Look at that.

Fucker!

Fuckin' Mandela!

- I'm sorry. - Watch where you're going.

He walks straight into me. What d'ya want?

- Hey, Malcolm X. - Black power!

Get down! Down!

On the ground!

Here's your glasses.

Take 'em and stick 'em up your ass!

- Up your ass! - Now scram.

Scram!

I'll smash your face in.

Hi, folks!

'Evening!

Innkeeper, 3 beers!

Look, guys...

The beer's on me. Drink it and be on your way.

- I want no trouble. - Is this the Salvation Army?

Just go.

We'll go when we feel like it.

Can't we have a quiet beer here?

- Are those Ay-rabs your family? - They're customers.

Drink up. Look, there's no problem.

Yeah, there's no problem.

You speak French here, OK? Stand up, you.

Take your hat off.

Up against the wall.

We'll teach 'em a song we like. Hands on hearts.

Look proud. Grand-Guy...

Arise, children of... Come on.

Arise, children of the Fatherland

Marco!

What'll you do now? Cut my throat?

Shut your mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth!

Want me to kill ya?

- Stop it! - Want me to kill ya?

Marc!

What?

What?

- Marc! - What?

Fuck, you're drunk again.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Dad!

Don't just fuckin' stand there! Get a towel.

Where are you going?

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you wasted?

Fuckin' beat it!

- You a fag or what? - He's no bother.

He is to me.

- You're no fun. - No, I'm not.

Stand down, Mitterrand

Socialism = Defeat

Hey, Grand-Guy...

- Give us a hand. - There's only 3 to put up.

Want me to help you piss?

Pain in the ass!

Marvin!

You're dead!

Come on, you bastard!

Want some more?

You little commie, come to Daddy!

This is our patch, d'ya understand?

Tell Zipper we ain't gonna give up. You won't have a patch soon!

You're dead, you Nazis!

Beat it or I'll kill ya!

Victory!

We gotta get outta here now.

Move it, Marvin.

- Don't we finish up? - They'll do it tonight.

Take the stuff.

Ow, fuck!

Were they the Archangel guys?

I don't think so.

That black bastard is Mamath's kid brother, I think.

Are you sure?

Don't you listen? I said I wasn't sure.

Calm down, guys.

Put your lights on!

- Hey, Grand-Guy. - Hi.

- What happened? - The Reds got us.

We beat the fuckers up!

- You OK? - Yeah.

- Who did it? - Reds.

- Yeah, but who? - Fuckin' Reds!

- You're bleeding. - Fuck, I know!

The punks have showed up. Come on!

Sonovabitch!

Beat him up, beat him up!

Fuckin' Nazis!

Jean-Mi!

Fuck off, you!

I'll kill ya!

Zipper!

Fuckin' skins!

Call an ambulance! Quick!

Look at me, look at me!

Hey, Zipper!

His mother won't let him live with me. She says I'm too old for him.

She's right, you are!

Maybe in 20 years' time, but who cares now?

I'll be dead by then.

Don't talk crap.

Do you want to come live with me?

I live above you.

I mean, really live with me.

What about Marvin?

- How'd he take it? - Badly.

He's so jealous.

You're a real pest!

Behave. No.

Hold him tight Dirty, salty kisses

Falling onto the bed It's a first

He loves madly In slow motion

He breaks taboos

- Stop it. - Are you hard?

- Go. - Why?

- Meet you at Zipper's. - Why?

Do as I say.

Look who it is.

What do you want?

- Not so brave on your own! - I'm not on my own.

What's the problem? That little whore? Is she your chick?

- Not now... - I'd love to fuck that little bitch.

Or does she prefer being screwed by Nazis like you?

We don't want you lot. You don't deserve to be called skinheads.

- You finished? - We'll never have finished with you!

- We'll do this some other time. - Stay here, bastard!

- Stop it. - Stay here, fucker!

What do you want?

What do you want?

Is that what you want, you fucker?

Police! Freeze!

Freeze.

Get in.

Sit here.

Sit down and take off your shoes.

Is he dead?

No.

You're lucky.

But you beat him up badly.

He started it.

What the hell do I care?

Can I have a drink?

Are you a butcher's apprentice?

OK...

What are you? What kind of skinhead?

Which gang? Nazis or reds?

We have better things to do

than deal with assholes like you, so what are you?

Who's she?

Do you know her?

Is she your girlfriend?

Did you fight over her?

What's your problem?

What're you looking at?

What?

Don't look at me! Fucker!

What're you looking at?

Look at your father!

Get lost.

Get lost!

Filthy race.

Get lost, go on, get lost.

What?

Excuse me, I don't feel good.

What is it?

I don't know.

Have a seat.

You're having trouble breathing?

- Has it happened before? - No.

You don't have any allergies?

I don't think so.

Take this.

More.

Ah, Mrs. Duteil, I hadn't seen you today. I missed you!

What's your poison?!

I'll get that for you.