The Snows of Kilimanjaro

The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Luigi Partero...

One.

Malek Mimouni...

Two.

Roger Barbaro...

Three.

Diego Vasquez...

Four.

Matteo Kalisti...

Five.

Michel Van Straten...

Six.

Jules Daman...

Seven.

Elie Bensoussan...

Eight.

Adrien Galoret...

Nine.

Azad Arptian...

Ten.

Louis Toledano.

Eleven.

Jean Richer...

Twelve.

Pierre Moratier...

Thirteen.

Karim Youfsi...

Fourteen.

Andr Paul...

Fifteen.

Omar Zmoun...

Sixteen.

Paul Duro...

Seventeen.

Serge Kasparian...

Eighteen.

Michel Marteron...

Are you nuts?

Nineteen.

Christophe Brunet...

Twenty.

That's twenty, guys.

Comrades...

Let's have no regrets.

The current situation dictated this.

We could have lost everything.

lt's better than nothing.

l'll give management the list.

''Courage resides in watching

one's spinning machine or loom

''so that not one thread snaps

''while preparing a broader

and more fraternal social order

''in which the machine

will be the common servant

''of the freed workers.''

Michel Marteron!

Talk about proud!

You could have left your name out.

As our union representative,

you didn't have to be on the list.

lt was a privilege.

l don't want any.

What'll you tell Marie-Claire?

That my name was drawn

along with 19 other comrades.

And that your name

didn't have to be in the box?

Sh*t!

l'll have to find a new girlfriend.

You bloody idiot!

See you on Thursday, Mrs Iselim.

Thank you, Marie-Claire.

Come to meet me?

Yes.

How did you know l was here?

Tuesday is Mrs Iselim

and today's Tuesday.

You know that?

Your schedule's on the fridge.

Why are you here?

l wanted to buy you dinner.

You picked

the winning lottery number?

You could say that...

An Indian restaurant.

lndian?

They'll feed us bison!

Looks good.

Today was the day.

My name was drawn.

Raoul told me l was wrong

to put it in the box.

But l did...

lt can be tiring living with a hero.

Aren't you hungry?

Let's see...

Come over here, Louis!

Where are you, Grandpa?

Right here!

Do you need binoculars or what?

Where are you going?

- l want another biscuit!

- Another?

How's retirement?

Flo, don't mention retirement

to your father!

He's just unemployed.

He won't find work, Mum.

Says who?

Come on, you have to face it.

lt's nothing to be ashamed of.

lt's chilly...

Time to go back.

Michel!

Let's go.

He's less tense

now he's not working.

Less tense?

He's not happy.

He's playing with our kids.

l hate seeing him like that.

He doesn't drink or smoke,

he's out of work so let him have fun.

He can't be happy.

He can.

He doesn't look unhappy.

He won't say how he feels!

Without work, it's normal

to feel a bit down.

You have a short memory!

And when the shipyard fired you?

You were a wreck, not just down.

Rubbish.

Ludo was a baby, l was young...

So Dad's old

and old people don't matter.

Stop talking like that!

Are you crazy?

Think he'll have time

to do my pergola now?

You're too much!

He needs to keep busy.

What can he do?

Take her.

Come with Daddy.

l could do lunch for them every day.

You can't fry an egg!

l can learn.

Actually...

l wanted to ask...

l know, the pergola.

Do you mind, Maryse?

It'll be better and cheaper.

And a way to help you.

l don't mind.

And you?

Ask Jeannot too.

Suits me.

l'm not going to poison them!

No chili peppers, ok.

Climb up, you're a big boy now.

Hey, kids...

Want lunch at Grandpa's?

Come over for a drink?

We'll come

when we can use the pergola.

We can't.

Jeannot leaves first thing.

Back to Bordeaux?

Afraid so.

- Will it be much longer?

- Three months.

The whole thing's cabled now.

After the tests,

l can come back every other weekend.

Come and have a drink!

Shall we go, Marie-Claire?

No, we're eating at my sister's.

Sardines...

Watch me.

You try.

With the bones?

Use your fingers.

The head and the tail.

We eat the tail?

Eat your sardines, champ.

And then a radish!

All right?

Don't want one!

Ludo can do it.

l hate sardines!

Do like Ludo.

No sardines!

Hello, Martine.

Having dinner with your mum?

l've done peppers.

- Where are you off to?

- l've finished.

At 6:
15?

Don't you finish at 7?

You always sneak off early?

l know we go back a long way...

l hate to say this...

Taking advantage of her...

l don't have time now.

l work for your mum, not you.

l pay you.

Yes, you do.

You're elegant, with a fancy car...

Do the job you're paid for.

Your mum calls me regularly,

even at night.

Often my husband answers

and they talk.

She has nightmares, she's bored.

She calls you

but only ever gets your voicemail.

- What's that to do with your hours?

- Nothing.

l have to enter the code!

We won!

The first one home wins.

Let me in first!

Give me a head start.

Poor kid, you fell over.

l shouldn't have made you run.

We'll soon catch them!

Slow down, boys!

Loads of pens don't work!

Use those that do.

Hello!

Bad day.

The kids got on your nerves?

No, they never get on my nerves.

ls Gilles' pergola coming along?

l didn't have the energy

to do the dishes.

l just want a drink at the bar.

You're like all men.

You're weak.

What did you say?

Now you don't work

and spend all day thinking,

you see you're neither Jaurs

nor Spiderman.

You're just an old man

on early retirement.

You've lost the power

the union gave you

and you're an ordinary man again,

facing his weaknesses.

And that...

You can't stand it!

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