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Birdsong

First time in Ecuador?

Yes, it is.

How do you like it?

-You've got to like green, but otherwise, it's beautiful.

And do you like the landscape?

-That's what I just it's green.

Once you've said that, it's hard to say anything else.

But I have a big doubt about the reliability

of your vehicle.

I mind my own business. Yes, it is, I'm in it.

-No, you're not. Don't worry, sir.

This big doll, in 30 years, never broken down.

It's stupid, my delco head farted.

I should have told José, Marie-Sol's brother,

he's a furnace repairman

and knows a thing or two about delco heads.

Does he? We continue on foot, of course.

It's important to keep things in perspective.

Look how lucky we are. Magnificent weather!

An Ecuadorian proverb says: "Good weather, no trouble."

Thunder

It's crazy, isn't it? It hasn't rained in months.

Where are we now?

-Lä, we're in Kichwa territory.., a very dangerous tribe.

-What are you talking about? -No, but don't worry.

At this hour, it's almost impossible to run into them.

That's a lot, isn't it?

You're in luck.

A walk like that, there aren't any tourists out there.

Keep your mouth shut.

I guess you're right.

Silence, is the right attitude to adopt

for contemplation.

They shout.

Tribesmen roar.

Good evening, everyone.

Bonsoir.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I apologize for the late hour. You're about to sit down at the table.

We're disturbing you.

Who's that? -That's Coca.

The great chief of the kichwa tribe.

Good evening, Coca.

He speaks in Kichwa.

-He says you've come to spy on his land.

Ah, not... Not at all.

I felt there was a little quid pro quo to work out,

everyone was a little touchy.

-Ah... He doesn't trust white people,

because he says they've got big heads,

but a small heart.

He also says they're selfish,

rude and arrogant.

So it's true,

but it's a small part Parisians,

the inhabitants of Paris.

-He would like to know the story of your soul

to know if you are worthy to cross his lands.

And if he finds

I'm not worthy?

-He'll burn you alive and your ashes will fertilize his soil.

Of course he will. Makes sense.

All right, then. I'll tell you what, then,

let's sit down because we've all had a hard day.

So...

Where to start?

I guess,

chef Coca, that every being

on this Earth is born with a talent

and that talent.

Everyone has a duty to nurture it

and nurture it to live a fulfilled life.

Take Jessica, for example, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Veterinarian.

That's it, then.

And you, Sébastien?

I want to be a fireman.

What about you, Marine?

-I want to lead a major nationalist political party

like Daddy.

I'm in.

Vincent, what would you like to be when you grow up?

I want lots of free time,

to feel like I'm on vacation even when I'm working.

-Yes. And what job will allow you to do that later?

-Civil servant. Like you, sir!

Civil servant. Like my father.

I used to love when he took me to work.

I loved walking the corridors of the prefecture

and see all those men and women

who devoted themselves body and soul to their craft.

No, I call

from the office, it's free. In Sydney, you must visit the Opera House.

All those agents,

with a strong sense of state,

serious, committed, hard-working,

at the exclusive service

their one and only raison d'être: the public good.

"La Ballade des gens heureux

I remember my father's sentence:

"It's thanks to this gentleman that I became a civil servant.

"One day, he'll help you become one too.

"For that, you'll have to work hard."

Hello, who's that?

I'll call you back from the office, it's free.

Yeah, sure. I was born for this.

Your hunting license, Gérard.

Thanks, Vincent.

I brought you some quail.

Quail! Thanks, you didn't have to.

What are you doing?

-Couldn't we take this as bribery?

Gerard.

You have the elegance to bring a gift...

to a good friend who happens to be a civil servant.

-You can be sure it's not corruption, is it?

Let's imagine it.

You've got a hunting license, I come to you, I say:

"I'm revoking your license, if you don't give me

"quail."

Did I ask you to give me these quails?

No, you didn't.

-Then give me those quails. What I mean is...

Give me those quails you wish to give me of your own free will.

Well...

Can you cook them?

-Yes, that, is taken care of by my mother-in-law.

-I blame myself. I'm sure they're they're overcooked.

I've done a thousand things

and I... -Shhh.

We don't even want

chew them. They're like butter.

Oh..... Oh, I was so scared.

I already missed my ratatouille. -Your ratatouille

from Thursday is still running down my throat.

-Oh... -Would you like some wine?

Stop.

-Honey, I packed your bag for your badminton practice.

-Yes, and I took the liberty to iron your outfit.

And increase

the string tension on your racket. I found it a little soft.

-I don't know who cut you, but you'll end up in a jewelry store.

Don't do that,

Vincent! -My wolf.

Us civil servants,

were revered.

By marrying one of us, you had made a success of your life.

CDI, Christmas dinner, company housing.

Hot!

Bravo, mon loup.

Sylvie had seen me coming from afar.

But there was another woman in my life. My mother.

"Because you loved me"

A loving mother, a dream job.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

The one who was reincarnated in me was lucky.

A luck which in all likelihood

didn't please everyone up there.

I still remember

that morning as if it were yesterday.

I went to work at dawn like every other day.

It seemed like a beautiful day like any other.

I got out on my bike to make my way to the office,

my daily ride through the city.

I clocked in with my badge, as I do every morning.

And I went to join

my colleagues in the meeting room.

Hi, everyone. -HELLO.

*-... degreased the mammoth...

What's going on?

Watch and see.

*-Well,

*we're doing away departmental branches

"too costly.

*-You're doing away with them?

*-Too scattered in the minds of the French.

-What's he saying? -He says we're fired.

*-Civil servants affected

*will either be reassigned,

"or encouraged in due course.

-You can scratch your eye with your ENA diploma.

I'm a civil servant, therefore untouchable.

-Therefore, the Ministry of the Civil Service

will receive each civil servant in Paris

who have not met any non-exemption parameters

and reassign them to under-staffed in need of personnel.

-And in French? -Nothing will change.

It means

that the staff categories I'll call

will not be affected by these measures.

They can take a deep breath

and get back to work.

Right, let's get started.

You'll see.

workers over 30 years old

service.

Ah. It's good to be old.

the carers.

And police officers with missions