All Is Bright

Hey, Dennis. You escaped?

Paroled.

Time flies.

You got a light?

Got a smoke?

...Dennis.

Why?

Woman: Wake up.

She's asleep.

Don't tell me you quit.

You've been dead over a year.

Nobody told me.

I'm telling you.

Hey.

I will not get caught twice.

That's not how I want to live anymore.

Why does she hum like that?

She's practicing.

She does it all day long.

The only time she sees a real piano is in a church basement.

Oh.

They dust the hymnals while she plays.

Just let me stay a little while.

Come on.

Dennis, no.

Then let me see her at least.

You're dead.

She's asleep.

Hey, let me stay...

tonight.

Oh.

Is that--?

Is that Rene?

Ouais.

Why are you kissing him?

Rene is going to ask me to marry him,

if Marie ever agrees to a divorce.

What makes you think that?

He told Michi.

Are you all in love with him or something?

That's-- that's none of your business.

Rene is not a thief.

- Rene is a thief. - Ex-thief.

He never had the stomach for it,

- or the heart. - Or the head.

You just don't really know him.

I've known him my whole life.

Well, then you should know he's not a thief.

What do you call this?

Michi: Maman?

You don't want me to be a thief?

I will stop being a thief.

What would be left of you?

How did I die?

Cancer.

Doctors were never exactly sure what kind, but...

you suffered

a lot.

Of course I tried to keep Michi from the worst of it.

Maman?

Dennis: Monsieur Tremblay?

Um... English, if you don't mind.

You caught me in the act of losing all hope, huh?

Water is not enough.

They-- they told me to see you.

Then they must have told me to see you,

- Monsieur... - Girard, Dennis.

Girard.

Girard. Ay.

- Gir-- - Girard.

Um, Gi--

ah, there you are.

Voila.

Dennis Girard.

Dennis Girard.

Tah!

- Fresh out of the can, I see. - Yeah.

- I need a job. - Teh! Good luck.

- What? - Terrible economy.

So what am I supposed to do?

Uh, I'd rely on family if I were you.

I don't have any family.

Then you might try living off the land.

I don't have any land.

You know, I don't even have anywhere to live.

You also need to stop being so negative.

Listen, you.

I'll see you next month.

Ooh.

No, four weeks from now is one day past Christmas day.

- Okay. - I'll see you the Wednesday following.

Okay, so if there's no work here,

I should go somewhere else, huh?

Well, except you can't.

Federal statute forbids you leave the district.

Listen, you.

You have a great month

and a very merry Christmas.

Man: They're not too bad.

Fuck.

Is that you?

Hello, Dennis.

Welcome home, Dennis.

What are you drinking?

Scotch. It's scotch.

- Jackie, glasses, scotch. - Ah.

You're back.

Jackie: Rene, ici.

Good for you.

Why didn't you call me?

I called my wife.

Technically she's not--

- Jackie: Oh! - Dennis: Fuck!

Dennis: Yeah. Yeah.

I need a job.

- I've gone straight. - Me too.

There are no jobs.

What do you do for money?

I bought a truck, you know.

I get jobs with it-- this and that. It's nothing steady.

Oh, it's straight, but not steady.

So what are these jobs?

Selling Christmas trees in New York City.

There's money in holidays. I did it last year.

You got her that refrigerator selling trees?

Half of it.

Yeah, okay, good. I'll go with you.

I already got a guy who goes with me.

- Yeah, me. - No, you don't--

I do it with Huge Antoine.

He's hooked up down there. I get the trees.

All right, we'll all go.

No, you-- except we don't need three guys.

- We need two guys. - It'll be a lot easier with three.

Yeah, but I just-- I don't think it's a good idea.

You know what I don't think is a good idea?

Me with no home, no money,

no wife, no kid, four years in jail

and then finding out I died from some shitty kind of cancer!

All right, look, let me see what I can do, all right?

We load trees tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Pick me up at the Timmy's on Chemin Calamar.

Woman: Ah, Rene. Okay.

- Trois mille. - All right.

- Okay, salut. - Bye. Salut.

- Joyeux Noél. - Joyeux Noél.

- Dennis: How much? - Rene: 3K.

- Rene: That's wholesale price. - Dennis: No shit.

Rene: We've gotta pick out the trees.

Just gotta go down. They're right down there.

- Dennis: That's where they are? - Rene: Yeah.

It's got my name on it and all.

Dennis: I don't see no goddamn Christmas trees around here.

- Rene: Where's the truck? - I don't know. You parked it.

Rene: Where did I park it?

- I just need a second here. - All right, yeah.

Take your time.

I've got insane stamina.

I've been doing Stav.

Stav made its way into prison culture yet?

Probably not.

It's a Norwegian art form-- a Norwegian martial art form

discovered by a Norwegian in the '90s.

Guess what kind of mythology it's based on.

Norse-- Norse mythology.

It's got all these rune stances, you know?

Fe.

Ur.

R-U-N-E stances.

Bjork. I know it's-- but it is--

Dennis: Where did you get the 3K from?

Rene: It's a loan till we come back with five times that much.

Dennis: Each?

Rene: It's Christmas trees, Dennis, not heroin.

By the way, we're not equal partners in this.

This isn't the land of 50/50. It's the land of 70/30.

Dennis: Oh, no, this is the land of 60/40.

Rene: You're on my land, Dennis.

Dennis: I never dealt in heroin, you know.

Rene: I never said you did.

I don't miss looking over my shoulder every second of the--

money-- that's the great, big--

Therese, bless her-- she's got the steady--

- you know, she went back to school... - You want this next exit up here.

...to be a nurse's aid. Isn't that something?

She looks after old people in their houses.

- It's this one up here, okay? - After her first day of work,

she came home and she made me promise to shoot her in the head

the day she turns 65.

I said, "Okay, Res, okay."

Because that's love.

It's this one right here. Go, go, go.

- Guard: How are you doing? - How are you?

Good. Passport.

Oh, yeah. There you go.

Rene: You having a good night?

Having a good night.

Rene: That's great.

- Guard: So that's you, huh? - Yeah, unfortunately.

Yeah.