THE PASSENGERS
It was just another day.
No better, no worse.
With its fun and surprises,
and its monotony,
since the fun and surprises
were virtually the same
from day to day.
The tram brings commuters in
from the north suburbs...
Tickets!
Your ticket, please.
- l don't have one.
Ill have to fine you.
Do your job.
- Don't be insolent.
Either the ticket machine's broken
or it says nonsense like :
"Round-trip tickets only."
Who are they kidding!
Technology can't understand
that one day we go off
and never come back.
Then use a ticket window.
One window out of 10 is open
for 100 people in a line
25 yards long.
Tag me. l won't be coerced.
And l won't incite society
to organised theft.
Sir...
- Whose interests are you defending?
If a robot did your job,
would they have any qualms
about firing you?
We live in a world of self-interest.
We have to resist :
no distributors, no windows
no tickets!
You're wasting my time.
If all our users...
- Im not a user.
Im just a commuter
and l mean to stay one.
He's right to make a fuss.
The company should
provide enough machines
to meet the demand
even a last-minute one.
Otherwise we face
an impossible choice :
stay home or pay a fine.
Where's he going with that bouquet?
To a hospital?
To church for a ceremony?
A wedding, maybe.
No. The wedding is for later.
Does he bite?.
- No, he's safe.
Next stop; Main Street,
l could trip over your bag!
There's a seat there, lady.
This is my seat.
She doesn't let up.
You wouldn't know it, but Im 77.
l can see that. l can hear it, too.
Some people are anti-everything :
Young, old, dogs, the weather...
She'll get home bitter,
grumbling about her day,
and so disappointed in life.
l finally did it...
l handed in the keys, basta!
It wasn't easy.
They invaded the place.
They turned everything inside out.
There's not even a ghost left.
Lucky you weren't there to see it.
l just remembered :
l should have gone first.
Life is strange, isn't it?.
Remember my fear
of being buried alive?
It does happen.
To reassure me you said,
"Ill prick your foot
with a needle. Infallible!"
Who will prick me now?
We'll see.
Right now, Im talking to you.
You hear me.
Sometimes l have regrets.
You made us better people.
l brought you this.
Loving's so hard. Don't be angry.
What made you do it?
Were you tired of the soft life?
But you're beyond all that now.
You crossed the threshold.
You look up at the stars now.
When you talk to someone,
it means he's alive.
Alive or dead
what's the difference?
You lost someone recently.
That much is obvious.
It's been a week.
The new treatments were too late
to save him.
You come here every day?
As often as possible.
The last time l saw him
was in the hospital.
Bruno worries me.
The new treatment didn't help.
l know. It doesn't always work.
Speak to his friend.
l won't hide the truth.
But the anti-protease seemed
to agree with him.
His body didn't have time
to adapt to the therapy.
What will you do now?
Don't worry.
Ive seen to everything.
When Im gone, open the box
on the record rack.
Just follow the instructions.
Stop it!
- Im not afraid.
Ive accepted the idea.
Its only an idea, anyway.
Death doesn't exist for the departed.
Once it's over, it's unthinkable.
Its different for the living.
You sure about cremation?.
- Positive!
Fire is good.
When l go, l want to be buried.
l like the idea of the skeleton
as a final form.
Too bad about my skeleton,
my last reality,
but l can't bear the idea
of decomposition.
Imagine a bluebottle landing
on your remains...
You're done for.
The coffin queen goes to work
and you're the promised land
for vermin.
No, give me fire and ashes.
l brought your Walkman.
Thanks for thinking of it.
But you can keep it.
Ill never use it again.
What a waste of time
isolating me for my protection.
From what?
People? Noise of the outside world?
For the little time l have left.
Kiss me.
Of either end of life's path,
the pain of being born
is the most agonising.
,
It lasts
and combats
our fear of dying.
We never stop being born,
but the dead die once and for all.
The next night, he asked
the night nurse to read to him.
His sight was gone.
He wanted to hear that passage,
from Jean-Henri Fabre's book
which his friend had found.
Shall l read to you?
Let me arrange your pillows.
That better?
"Its mid-July.
The hot season is setting in.
In fact, it has come early.
Its been sizzling
for weeks now.
Tonight we celebrate
the national holiday.
As the youngsters frolic
around a bonfire
whose reflections play
on the village belfry,
and as the drums give
the fireworks a ceremonial air
,
l sit alone in the shadows
in the heat of the evening,
listening to the music
of the harvest feast
more majestic than the music
of the village fte, the gunpowder,
the firewood, the paper lanterns,
and especially the liquor.
As simple as beauty,
calm as a strong man.
Its late. The crickets fall silent.
Sated with light and heat,
they sang their music all day.
When night falls, they rest.
But it is often a troubled rest.
From the boughs of the plane trees
a noise is heard
like a shrill cry of pain :
it is the desperate lament
of the cicada
ambushed by the grasshopper,
,
that ardent nocturnal hunter
which leaps at its side,
and tears open its belly.
After the musical orgy...
the carnage."
Sexual activity
is millions of years old,
so nothing's new under the sun.
AIDS is not the result
of the Sexual Revolution.
Its the face of mankind on a planet
incapable of regeneration.
The ravages of over industrialisation
are like Kaposi's sarcoma.
The planet's lungs are sick.
Its defences were destroyed
before those of man.
He wasn't cremated.
At his death
his folks came running.
His mother wept and wept.
Learning their son's friend
had his flat keys,
they quickly changed the lock.
So his friend couldn't fulfil
his last wishes
Next stop; Midtown,
See the snow yesterday?
- Weird, with the trees in bloom.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Im going to brighten your trip
with a song.
It may be the same old tune
that you heart me and again
But it still makes lovers swoon
and consoles the loner's pain
No poem can match it
for warmth and simplicity
Remember how you courted me
by composing a ditty
There's so much love going around
Put your hand in mine
But love will someday run aground
Why wait to taste the wine?
In the tiny room,
Johnny and June
Are in a cocoon
lost in their bliss
There's so much love going around
Its something not to miss
There's so much love going around...
Remember the young man
who stared at women's shoes?.
He was after the perfect female foot.
In time
his penchant became a mania.
When l find the perfect foot,
Ill marry its owner.
Don't wear yourself out.
Keep your feet white and pretty.
l don't know where to turn.
l examined hundreds of feet
l even worked in a shoe store'.
l met princesses with dream faces
and superb bodies.
l tried everything humanly possible.
l loved a dancer
with a voluptuous figure.
My pet dancer...
Why do women's feet repel me so?
Where is the foot of my dreams?
All you'll find here
are feet with deformities, calluses
corns and so on.
Still, you've raised a thorny problem :
No one, especially a woman,
has normal feet these days.
Let me show you...
Flat feet due to a sagging
fifth lumbar vertebra,
the result of wearing high heels.
Alux valgus from birth,
never corrected.
Effects on the toe
of a spinal curvature.
Ill spare you the details.
l also treat smelly feet
often belonging, my dear sir,
to very pretty women.
Enough, enough!
Don't flaunt
your vile profession.
l come to you seeking, advice,
an orientation
and l met a perverse technocrat
cynically reeling off horrors.
Civilisation has killed the foot.
But you can find the perfect foot.
Search among girls
of more modest backgrounds.
Girls who walk barefoot, for example.
But Im afraid
you may not be simple enough
to see where things are hidden.
If it exists, Ill find the foot
that you will never paw.
Then Ill devote my life to that foot.
And l don't only love princesses.
And so he found the girl
of his dreams. He married her
a victim of loving one part,
while ignoring the whole.
You're nervous this morning.
An old lady from my building
is being buried.
Funny, when l saw the death notice,
l thought : l was really fond of her.
Mass is at 8.
Getting out of bed was a struggle.
Burials are always early,
but 8 o'clock!
You can't be earlier than that!
- And at Saint Joseph's!
Oh, well...
Something pulled me
out of bed almost against my will.
Was she a relative?
No, just an old lady
l hadn't seen in years.
She was disabled and never went out.
l never saw anything like it.
And l almost stayed in bed.
Same for me.
- Even tramps have friends.
But didn't someone make arrangements?.
No. The firemen found a box
with money
and instructions for the funeral.
No problem.
- She was lucky to have you.
Mozart only had a dog at his burial.
Down, boy...
Sorry.
- It's nothing.
Its more crowded than usual.
He's being very cautious,
like people unwittingly looking
for each other.
He might have asked the time.
Know what time it is?
Or referred to the inside temperature.
Its hot in here!
Poor devil.
So is he...
- A challenge!
Its high risk right now!
We play up the group's results,
bolstering our leadership image.
l haven't seen you
on this new line before.
l usually use the old line.
But l always see you on this tram.
Really?
You're kidding me.
l mean it.
But you never notice me.
We eventually form an idea of others.
All these strangers
we see every day
suggest stories to us.
You make them up?
- Sure.
Sometimes there are hints...
They tell us more than
we can imagine.
You mentioned hints...
That's right.
Take you, for instance...
You look at very young girls.
Well! This is getting interesting.
Keep going.
You really want me to?
All right, then...
l also noticed how
your interest goes unrewarded.
These girls are drawn
to machos in caps.
Maybe my uniform turns them off.
l should be in civvies.
- Who knows?
There's an idea...
A cap.
Look like everyone else!
- The joys of conformity!
You don't like caps?
- Not really.
Especially worn at an angle.
- Tell me your name?
Christine.
Im Pierre.
l work for a security firm.
Pretty poor trade,
but there's no work in the South.
So l moved up here.
Don't you miss your family?
Not really. Im used to it.
l like being on my own.
Daily chores take more doing...
l have to see to everything.
But it takes getting used to.
At least you're free. l like that.
Falone takes up a lot of space.
,
She works with me
we're never apart.
Right, boy?
Behave, Falone...
Behave, Falone. We're going soon.
Need any help?
You often follow strangers
in the street?
You never get off
at the same tram stop.
Not answering my question?
l like to follow nice people like you.
Funny hobby!
us it money you're after?.
Let me explain...
Something strange is happening.
What? You afraid?
Relax, it happens.
You're attracted, but you don't dare.
l always have girlfriends.
You all have girlfriends.
Im David.
And you?
Marco.
Come in.
So, "6 months ago in Nantes..."
l enrolled in a Socialist
Party workshop,
and l met a really nice fellow my age.
Beer or Coke?
- Beer.
We talked a lot.
It was my first time in a workshop.
In the evening,
we talked in his hotel room.
It was so nice
l didn't use my room for 3 nights.
And it changed your outlook on things?
Id never felt that way with a girl.
It wasn't even anything sexual.
It was pleasant in another way.
A kind of fraternity.
We exchanged addresses
but l never saw him again.
l wrote but he never answered.
Since then l observe people.
In the street, in public transport,
at the pool.
l meet people, but Im disappointed.
Tell your girlfriend.
- Think l should?
She's a nurse.
l work day, she at night.
She's visiting her parents now.
l really like your pad.
What do you do?
- Ive gone back to school.
Actually, l work part-time
for the Electricity Company.
And you?
- l teach.
You teach what?
- Math.
But l just quit teaching on a whim.
Its lousy work.
You're worn out
prematurely shot.
Go ahead, smile, but it's true.
Time is rough on a teacher.
You feel like you're ageing
twice as fast.
You tick off the years like that.
And every new class
is forever young.
l couldn't go on.
Can l look?
Sure.
Read the text underneath.
"In the human body,
the balls impress me most.
l hate the kind that droop
like a tramp's shopping bags.
They have to be firm,
compact, round and hard
like twin clams."
Salvador Dali.
A wolf was all skin and bone
So well watchdogs kept it at bay,
The wolf met a mastiff, all alone,
He was fat, sleek
and had lost his way,
To attack him, to tear him apart
was the wolfs very art,
But it would mean a fight,
And the hound had the might
to sell his hide dear,
So, humble, the wolf drew near
and began to chat,
saying this and that,
admiring his strong form,
"Its up to you
to be as portly as me,"
"What is it Id have to do?
"Next to nothing,
fawn on those of the house,
I make your master happy,
The greater will your wages be,
Lenders will be yours for free;
Chicken bones, pigeon bones,
" "
not to mention many a caress,
Seeing himself already in paradise,
The wolf wept with tenderness,
As they went,
he saw the dog's short haired neck,
"What is that?"
"Nothing,"
"How, nothing?"
"The collar that keeps me in check,"
"In check? Cant you run
If youre in the mood?"
"Not always,
But what does it matter?"
"It matters so
that you can keep your food,
At such price, any treasure is nil"
And saying this,
saying l master Wolf fled
and is running still,
What are you afraid of?
Oh, please!
You don't catch it like that.
You're all alike.
Make up your mind.
You can't sleep with your girl
and expect us just to hold hands.
l know what you want, but still...
What's our daily lot?
Fear, distrust of others.
And then AIDS comes
and complicates things.
Why are homosexuals the hardest hit?
You really are naive.
Let's say a guy has one girl a week.
A fellow who prefers guys
can have one a day.
Some even have several.
Nothing easier.
With a girl,
things are more complicated.
,
You have to take her out
Talk to her... a lot. It takes time.
With a guy,
you meet, get it on,
,
make love an hour, or 10 minutes
and separate.
Sex and love don't automatically mix.
Things are clearer.
If so many are contaminated,
it's a mere question of arithmetic.
Get it? Straight or gay,
the virus couldn't care less.
"Sexuality" has no prefix.
On TV they never explain
how the disease spreads.
Can you explain it?
Understand what Im saying?
Can u come tomorrow?.
No, not tomorrow.
Im at a movie.
- The day after?
What day is that? Wednesday... No.
Im at the gym.
ln the evening?
Okay.
But not before 10.
Have the door code?
10-45-B.
Avicenne Hospital.
l hope you're not a homosexual.
Ive nothing against them.
l have lots of homosexual friends.
But l have a special rapport
with them.
Im no fanatic.
l want to know, that's all.
l like women to be feminine
and men masculine.
You're masculine-looking.
You work out or something?
You have a girlfriend.
l have a wife.
Or rather, a companion.
Funny how desire flows
between men and women.
l asked you a stupid question.
Homosexuals don't exist.
Homosexuality exists.
Its even a scientific fact.
l have a friend who does research.
He's an anthropologist.
l help him out
,
because l work in the field
while he stays in his lab.
You see, sexuality...
You have to get involved.
l go out,
l meet people in the projects,
in hi-rise basements
It's a science.
It's sexology, it requires a hard-on.
lt's a science you study
from in the inside.
Homosexuality is odd.
It doesn't belong to homosexuals.
Anyone can practice homosexuality.
You don't need a label.
Homosexual desire is all around us.
If l had homosexual urges,
paradoxically, it would be
for a non-homosexual.
My wife also likes men masculine
and women feminine.
Too bad if it sounds conformist.
When you're open to experiences
like we are
you needn't look for femininity in men
and masculinity in women.
It doesn't make sense.
Nature distributed things like that,
you have to accept it.
l find you very attractive.
l can see people desiring you.
l don't want to have sex with you.
l want to see you
in an erotic situation.
With my wife, for instance.
Still...
something bothers me.
I have to admit it
l have a theory about
male homosexual behaviour.
l discovered a category of women
and a category of men
that are paradoxical :
faggot women and lesbian men.
My wife has masculine
homosexual tendencies.
That makes her a faggot.
What l mean is
when she has sex with' a man
she fantasises about being a man.
If l talk about a desire
to have sex with you,
it comes from her male
homosexual desire.
So l cruise for my wife.
My wife is a faggot.
Speaking to you,
l realise that more and more.
At the same time, you have...
lesbian men.
Lesbian men are people
,
who make love with women
thinking themselves a woman.
That makes them lesbians.
You may be a bit lesbian yourself,
without knowing it.
There's a wide range of possibilities.
You can have anything.
But nature is full of contradictions.
Nipples. The proof is in the nipple.
What's a male nipple?
What's a nipple for?
lt's for breast-feeding, milking a baby.
But for machos, it's something awful.
A less contradictory nature might
have made a nipple-less breast.
But no! Men have nipples.
ln any case,
the clitoris is a penis,
the ovaries are testicles.
It proves we're bisexual.
Bisexuality is a laugh, too.
lt's a gimmick.
"Bisexual" is meaningless.
By bisexuality,
you mean sexual open-mindedness.
Ideal open-mindedness
would be trisexuality.
Trisexuality :
masturbation, homosexuality,
heterosexuality.
ln the age of AIDS,
talk about masturbation
advocate learning masturbation,
and do away with the guilt
associated with it.
lt's stupid.
lt's an erotic technique
like hetero and homosexuality.
They're all equal.
Jerking off isn't inferior
to getting laid.
Freud used to say :
childhood - masturbation
adolescence - homosexuality,
adulthood - heterosexuality.
You can be an onanist
all your life. It's all right.
They're all equal.
You getting off?
How could you get taken in
by that story?
Because of all the hype.
I'd virtually forgotten the story.
You didn't see it when it came out.
You talk about it
as if it were an old movie.
l see now they talked it up
too much.
lt's not what The Mother
and the Whore was to the 70s.
Whose dumb idea was that?
l read it in several newspapers.
My senior students said
the same thing.
lt's nonsense! The film lacks
what gave Eustache's movie its value :
a real moral devoid of exhibitionism.
lt's crazy!
ln this age of prevention,
here's a guy, HIV-positive,
who has unprotected sex,
and everybody cheers!
What's that?
An apotheosis of
premeditated murder!
Aren't you appalled?
But finally the girl isn't contaminated.
So?. That's worse.
It prompts assholes to do likewise.
"Who needs condoms : In this exemplary
film the girl stays clean."
You pinpointed the worst of it.
And the film's used
in anti-AIDS drives!
How wrong can you get?
We all foul up.
No one tries to understand.
This is an age of consensual slavey.
We keep a low profile.
We swallow what we're fed
mindlessly.
That goes for more than just movies.
This is nice county.
Recognise the setting
of L'Atalante?
Yep! Virtually unchanged.
When the low, heavy sky,
like a leaden hood
weighs on the mind
long pressed with care
When it embraces the horizon's curve
The light it pours is
as black as despair...
Things are so simple with you.
You need me, and Im here.
I'm afraid without you
and l call you.
You were everything for me
from the start.
Everything l dreamed of.
You know
all the dreams that never come true.
You believe in dreams coming true?.
With you, l do.
I'm sure of it.
I'm cold.
You're the little brother l never had.
l love you.
More than that.
lt's hard to say.
l love your smile,
the way you look at me.
lt's all new to me.
l bet you get any girl you want.
Not really.
l guess Im clumsy.
l think they intimidate me.
Me too?
You're different.
l hope it's always like this.
Always! What a funny word!
We say "always"
but it only lasts a while.
We only have good moments.
Why try to make them last?
lt must be possible.
Have confidence.
l so want to have confidence in you.
You're unlike the men Ive known.
Ill stay with you,
teach you to stop being afraid.
You have something special
that touches and troubles me.
But Im not into long relationships.
A long relationship can be senseless.
lt's the listless routine
of the living dead
who don't even know
if they're living or dead.
Don't fear the worst, enjoy the best.
Maybe you're afraid of being dumped.
You don't understand.
Yes, l do.
lt's my misanthropic side.
Like in Molire?
- If you like.
Like with everyone.
A misanthrope works at being hated,
for fear of not being loved.
But l love you, Anna.
You have nothing to fear.
I'm here.
l know.
Next stop; Central Station,
Sorry to disturb your peace of mind,
reading, daydreams or digestion.
l don't bite.
Ty me, Im spotless.
Don't bother walking me 3 times a day.
You look out of it.
- Im in the shit, you mean.
l just lost my job.
- At the Electricity Company?
Help yourself
and you needn't ask God
or anyone else to help you.
The new electronic system
is replacing 170 employees.
Another technological advance.
- Yeah, one more.
And another committee
on unemployment!
With the same people
who order downsizing.
lt's a welfare program.
No doubt about it
this means disaster.
Economics means man's downfall.
lt's the same old stoy;
,
misunderstood lessons
useless experiments,
avoidable errors never avoided.
Liberation,
The same old stoy.
You free tonight?
10-45-B.
Weren't you seeing Thomas tonight?
l wanted to be alone.
- Well, thanks a lot!
l exist, you know.
- Stop it.
l don't feel like seeing him anymore.
l don't know what it is.
l feel less involved.
l don't believe it!
lt looked so great.
After everything you told me!
l know, it's awful.
Going from rapture to disappointment,
inventing tricks.
l don't understand.
The routine bug you?
He becoming a habit?
That's it.
Long-term relationships scare me.
No smoking at the pool.
l forgot. Sorry.
lt's all right.
Can l finish it?
- No. Put it out.
What were you saying?
Afraid of being fenced in?
Miss out on another, better romance?.
Being fenced in
spoils the pleasure.
l can see all the compromises.
Id rather be alone.
I'm even considering it
as a permanent solution.
No permanent decisions, please!
That would be stupid!
When l feel tied down l can't dream.
You know, the twin pillows,
breakfast bowls, toothbrushes...
l know only too well.
- It doesn't work for me.
You've never really been in love.
What are you talking about?
When you're in love, you leave.
You're so scared love will die
you murder it instead.
You quit in advance,
only to find another heartthrob.
Into the wolf's maw.
- Love's maw.
Still, today...
l feel you're hiding something.
There's somebody new.
You feel that?
You always amaze me.
So, girls,
discussing your new boyfriends?
Raoul!
You two haven't changed.
Think not?
- That's a bad sign.
Not at all.
You two are just like at school.
Inseparable?
Less than before.
How about you?
What are you? Physicist,
mathematician, politician?.
You're in what?.
Nothing. Not much, anyway.
Community service jobs.
A college degree to run errands
for old folks!
And you, Anna?
You're too late. l just told Isabelle.
l won't repeat it.
- Let me guess.
I'll make it all up.
- You won't be far wrong.
These are times for illusions.
You must have amazing stuff to tell.
All the girls at school ogled you.
We didn't.
- You two intimidated me.
What nonsense!
- l mean it.
You didn't take romance seriously.
Except in movies.
You and your Johnny Guitar!
- l just love that movie!
lt's so romantic.
And how's your love life?
Tell us all.
There's nothing to tell.
Nothing but failures.
Things start off all right,
but l end up empty-handed.
Always the same...
You'd like a nice, tidy life
with the person you think
ideally suits you.
"Person"?.
Girl, if you prefer.
A new scenario that ends
in a new disaster.
Each writes the other's part,
which the other accepts,
hoping to please.
And then the masks crack.
The first storm knocks them off.
Hell, it's not all that serious.
So let's hear it.
- Is it my turn?
I'm not complicated.
What l want in life...
is a house.
lt's true.
What l want in life is a house.
Not just any house.
A nice house, full of flowers
at the seaside.
But in the county, with a garden,
sunlight and mountains behind.
The mountains are a must.
lt's important for the air,
and for winter skiing for the children.
Oh yes, l want children...
4, 5 of them.
Well-behaved
the apple of their mommys eye,
their sugar mommy,
their woollens mommy,
their jelly mommy.
lt's vital to be a good mommy
who can cook
and be a good housewife.
Me, the perfect housewife.
Polishing and decorating
and cleaning
for when you get home.
And Im all neat and tidy
and made up for you.
And then...
l stop minding the house
to mind your body.
lt's like a storm sweeping over you,
and two epidermises meet.
l give it all, all to my man.
Because l have a man.
A hell of a man. A man...
how do l describe this ideal?
A man in love, a faithful man, yes.
The first time with him was...
my first time.
Nobody had ever laid a finger on me.
When he took naive little me
in his arms, l sensed...
- feminine instinct! -
something moving inside me.
Oh, Gontran!
Yes, his name's Gontran.
His father's a Spanish king...
With Gontran
I'm a wife, a sister, a mistress.
We succeeded in every way,
sentimentally, professionally.
We're role models.
We get write-ups in all the papers.
But we don't mind.
We don't mind the drawbacks of fame.
We are... what's the word?...
Saved.
That's the truth. We save a lot.
Oh, Gontran, the life we led!
Right now l have a furnished studio
with Patrick.
He wants to marry me, rent a house
by the sea and have lots of kids.
I'm not keen on the idea.
Patrick's sweet.
He loves me, but he's crazy.
I'm not a housekeeper.
I'm not ready for children.
And Im allergic to sea air.
Patrick's sweet.
He loves me.
l feel good with him.
But with him l can't.
Philippe wants Valium and Seconal.
lt's too much.
- But Valium isn't helping anymore.
His headaches and anxiety
are worse.
Give him what he wants.
What is it, Marie?
l can't go on.
- They're so fond of you.
l almost gave up once, too.
There are moments like that.
At your age,
things went fuzzy for me.
,
l was a novice then
with little savvy.
l was young and so sheltered.
l blew everything out of proportion.
l could've remained
under treatment for life.
My existence was so pleasant.
For each anxiety, l had a pill.
Nothing was real anymore.
No more anxieties either.
A successful treatment!
l once asked my doctor
if he'd ever cured anyone in his life.
He said : "Cured, that's saying a lot."
That's for me.
From that moment on
something amazing happened.
l don't know...
You know, those flashes
of perception :
mental illness can be soothing
if you let yourself go.
A wonderful solution.
Let others take care of you.
It's so simple. No bumps.
No desires, either.
My instinct of self-preservation
saved me.
My instinct recovered in time
to resist.
Today,
it all seems so far away,
so laughable.
lt's late.
See you tomorrow.
l like it when you're relaxed.
You feel it?
- Changes everything.
You know, you ought to realise :
,
we're all made of the same matter
the same atoms.
Man or woman, no one escapes
that biological truth.
Six atoms define the make-up
of the human body :
Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen,
nitrogen, phosphorus, sulphur...
Remember that.
There's a way : CHONPS.
C-H-O-N-P-S.
Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen,
nitrogen, phosphorus...
and sulphur.
- Sulphur, right.
David, you're really something.
You're a "champ"!
Did you like it?
Especially Origin of the World,
The Archer impressed me, too.
Who did it?
- Bourdelle.
You look like him a bit.
- You're flattering me.
Aren't you overdoing it?
- No, l love you.
That you, Christine?
Ive quit.
Your job,?
- Mom
l can't take it anymore.
lt's gone too far.
- l don't doubt it.
Here's the manager's last memo.
We got it late in the day.
"l count on you to keep in mind
these three concepts :
First, you are profit builders.
Second, you are market developers.
Third, you are managers
with priorities."
See why l couldn't go on?
Need any nurse's aides
in your hospital?
Even a trainee position.
- It's awful everywhere.
At Lucie's brother's company,
they make executives
take culture workshops.
What for?
They claim listening
to a Mozart symphony
sharpens your business sense.
How can you deal with that?
- By laughing at it, first.
ln hospitals, future retirees can take
a retirement planning seminar.
Some things don't need planning.
- Exactly.
lt's as inevitable as falling leaves.
ln Maubeuge today
some 10,OOO demonstrators protested
the lack of jobs in the North,
Politicians from all parties joined in,
10 fire trucks led the march
as churches tolled the knell,
Expulsion.
Coercion.
Rackets.
- Violence.
Vandalism.
- Arson.
Menace.
- Technology.
Dynamism.
- The vilest serpent
won't bite its own tail.
- Bliss : yesterday's hope.
Grief : today's certainty.
- Crush or be crushed.
The economy's sole focus :
- The market.
Profit : the only standard.
- Full employment gone.
Poverty helps growth.
- I'm in human resources.
Let us instil company spirit.
- Can you?
Replace older personnel
with new blood.
Commerce despises its workforce.
Technology scorns reason.
- More, always more.
If you're not ambitious...
- You're dead.
Arithmetical madness and its rationale
sets the Jewish genocide apart.
Productivity and efficiency.
The mechanics of its horror form
the basis of industrialised society.
industrial barbarity.
The abyss which silently enfolds
the smug notion of progress.
The executioner...
- Surpassed by his valet.
And man...
when will he matter?
When the earth
is like a damp prison cell
ln which hope,
like a bat in a tunnel
Beats the walls with its timid wing
And strikes its head
on a rotted ceiling
When the rain beats down
in endless trails
That seem like the bars
of some vestal
Where silent hordes
of loathsome spiders wind
And spin their webs
in the corners of our mind
When the bells sling,
seized with a sudden fury
And send their horrid howl
up to the sky
Like spirits lost
and wandering endless Iy
Who wail and moan uncontrollably
When a long line of hearses,
drumless and mute
file slowly through my soul,
hope is dead
And vanquished,
as Anguish, that despotic brute
Plants its black flag
on my bowed head...
Goodnight, my sleepers.