Le Havre Page #3

Your neighbour, for example.

I investigate crimes,

not taxes or immigration.

Understand?

Good day.

Marcel! Wait!

Thank you, Yvette.

Could you hide the boy if necessary?

Of course, gladly.

Don't tell anyone.

Of course not.

What do you...

Mr. Marx!

Come here.

I've sometimes been rude,

but times are hard.

I have groceries going old

and I thought of you.

Sit down.

I need names. Who are your parents?

Where do you come from?

Start from the beginning.

Do you know Mahamat Saleh's family?

Go over there.

I'll write down instructions for you.

Finish the polish with a cloth.

This one?

Yes. And do it well.

I need them tonight.

There are better professions

but besides shepherd's,

it's closest to people.

And the last to respect

the Sermon on the Mount.

Put a leash on Laika.

Will you take him? I'm off to Calais.

- How long?

- A few days.

Don't let the boy out.

Buy him some clothes

and make him take a shower.

Don't worry.

Thanks, Yvette.

I have important things to do.

I can't come tomorrow.

I'll tell you later.

Stay brave.

Your taxi will be here soon.

There's a camp on the shore

off Dunkirk.

I know.

- Do you know Mahamat Saleh?

- Talk to him.

May I disturb you?

Got a cigarette?

Sure.

- Want to eat?

- Thank you.

I'm looking for Mahamat Saleh.

I heard he'd be here.

Who told you?

His compatriots in Le Havre.

For what reason?

For his grandson.

Why should I believe you?

Because of my blue eyes.

He's not here.

He was taken to a refugee centre.

Which one?

The one here, in Calais.

His brother! Are you mocking me?

I'm the family albino.

And to your misfortune,

a journalist and a lawyer.

Discrimination based on the colour...

I never...

Don't make it worse.

I recorded everything.

- Fetch Mahamat Salem.

- Yes, Director.

The boy's mother has been

in London for a year already.

She has no residence permit

but a good job in a Chinese laundry.

The address is:

Whitechapel Road 248, at the back.

- Remember?

- I'll write it down.

My son was going to follow

her soon with Idrissa

but...

He was...

He died.

And what will you do?

The jar returns to the well

until it breaks.

I'm an old man anyway.

But if you can...

I give you my word.

I'm not alone. I've friends.

Please let me know.

Don't let them deport the boy.

I won't.

A wonderful child. Full of life and joy.

My cousin has a daughter

with a man

but they're not married.

Our family had a similar tragedy

in the fifties.

Isn't it wonderful that two

young people love each other?

Why should the society dictate

what's right or wrong?

Police?

The boy is at the railway station.

- Stay there.

- Let me go!

Wait peacefully.

The police are coming.

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