See How They Fall (Regarde les hommes tomber)

Business cards, invitations,

wedding invitations party menus,

receptions, catwalks, whatever you like, there are dozens more.

I saw your confectionery department, you sell sugared almonds...

See what I mean? Sugared almonds mean christenings.

Christenings mean invitations.

We all need to make ourselves known and communicate our news:

from the grocer who is moving to the unemployed man finding a job.

When people needed a business card, where did they go?

To the stationers or to the printers.

People ordered a couple of thousand cards.

You'd wait a month but how long did you keep them?

Ten years, a lifetime.

Nowadays who stays put for five years or keeps a job two years?

What do you do with your business cards?

They're useless.

Business cards, invitations,

party menus wedding invitations,

receptions, catwalks...

Whatever you like, there are dozens more.

I saw your confectionery section,

you sell sugared almonds...

See what I mean?

Sugared almonds mean christenings. And christenings mean invitations.

All right, sir? Take a seat, drink some water.

No, I'm all right. I'm all right, thanks.

Business cards, invitations, party menus,

wedding and christening invitations, receptions, catwalks...

Simon recited his spiel all day long.

At home one evening,

Simon Hirsh looked at his hands and nails.

They were yellow like an old dog's claws.

Simon had never imagined he'd grow old.

Yet there it was, staring back at him. He had not realised.

He wandered why all those years had gone by so fast.

He tried to reflect on his life. But what could he remember?

A dozen faces whose names he mixed up

His daughter, long gone. The smell of four or five houses he'd lived in.

And all those absurd things he'd had to sell to earn a living.

How long did he have left?

Fifteen years? Twenty? What would happen?

IT WAS AROUND THAT TIME THAT HE MET MICKEY...

"Look," says Mickey, "relax your hips. Go on then!"

"No I don't want to."

Go on. Look.

"How would you know? Try."

- See? Relaxed and dynamic. - I don't care.

Look! it's great. Look.

And right, and front!

And right and front... The knee is relaxed.

- I'm not about to dance in the street. - The knee is relaxed. Look.

What are you waiting for? Come on.

- Are you embarrassed? - What's the difference? I don't want to.

- It's stupid to be embarrassed. - I'm stupid.

- You're worried about being ridiculous? - Just drop it.

Right now, you're being ridiculous. We're alone.

- I don't want to. - How d'you know without trying?

- Go on, try it. No one's looking. - Makes no difference.

- Dancing's not the problem. - Then what is?

I don't want to ruin my shoes!

- Shall I turn around? - Makes no difference to my shoes.

What are you doing this morning?

I'm talking to you, mate.

- What are you doing? - Meeting a client in Villetaneuse.

Do me a favour? All done by midday. I'll buy lunch at Marguery.

- Then you head to Villetaneuse. - What's the favour?

- Surveillance. - What?

Surveillance. For me.

- Marlon broke his arm, he can't come. - No way.

It's dead easy: sit in the car, look around,

read the paper, check it's recording, turn the tape over.

- No. - You know how to turn a tape over?

You know how to turn a tape over, don't you?

Well, do you?

No!

What do you want? Now's not the time for cleaning.

Get out! Close the bloody door

Listen, he's pretty wired today.

I don't think he'll make a deal with the guy.

- Can you hear me? - Of course.

Danata's waiting for a friend.

If she drives here, try to get her registration number.

Loosen your hips The hips are the key. Nice and relaxed.

Watch your feet

-Someone's at the door, Mr. Danata. - I'll get it.

-I said I'd get it. - Very well, sir.

Leave me for an hour. If the phone rings, don't answer.

THE HOSPITAL HAD A SEPARATE WING FOR DEEP COMAS

THE OTHER TWO... LONG BEFORE ALL THAT

Don't let me got in your way, will you?

You! Don't let me get in your way.

Piss off, then!

Piss off!

- There's no room, get in the back. - I can't!

- My leg is infected. - It's the back or nothing.

OK, OK, I'll get in the back.

Arsehole. That piece of shit would've run me over.

Oh, shit.

No, not Max. Marx. Marx, like Karl Marx.

Karl Marx: ring a bell?

No? Right. What about you?

- What's what about me? - What's your name?

- Frédéric. - What? Frédéric?

Ha! Frédéric!

- Why? What's wrong? - Not Frédéric.

Frédéric's a woman's name.

For fuck's sake, take your feet off my suitcase!

Freddy... Freddy... Freddo...

Even Freddo... Freddo's a dog's name!

You couldn't care less what anyone says to you, eh?

How many fingers?

- Three. - You're a fast one, aren't you?

Olympique de Marseille lost recently.

I'll have to cut your hair.

So they lost...

What do you tell your son?

Anything. I don't know... Whatever's going through my head.

What's going on outside. Who I've seen, what I've done.

What his cousins and friends say.

Funny stories I hear on the radio.

Sometimes I bring him newspapers and I read to him.

Or I sing him a song.

Today I brought him pictures of the house,

his mother, his sisters.

So when he wakes up, he won't be completely lost.

Mickey...

It's me, Simon.

Mickey...

What did I expect?

What can I tell you? I don't know...

I'm supposed to talk to you...

Right, Mickey, it's me, Simon.

You went to see him?

- And how is he? Still...? - Of course.

I wanted to go see him, but then...

- What was he thinking, going alone? - I don't know.

- Would you like another coffee? - Yes, please.

Two coffees, please, Miss. Thanks.

Ignore this, the lads did it for a joke.

Who was Danata?

A crook.

We'd been after him for a month: betting, dope...

Why Mickey?

I mean, why did they shoot HIM?

Because he was there.

Just because he was there?

Sometimes that's all it takes.

Can I ask you something?

If you'd been with him, would things have been different?

For Mickey? No.

- Have you found anything out? - Not yet, it's too soon.

We'll do everything we can. We'll find him one way or another.

Did he tell you what he did outside of work? His friends?

No, not really. Why?

We haven't found anyone to notify. No friends or girlfriend. No one.

His stuff at the station doesn't matter.

But his landlord calls us ten times a day to get his flat back.

- What about his parents? - Mickey doesn't have parents anymore.

The new tenants move in in a fortnight.

I went ahead and put the mattress away. What shall I do with the rest?

Keep the furniture. I'll take care of the rest.

The television as well?

Shall I keep the television as well?

If you want.

There's something I don't really understand...

Are you with the police?

Police or family?

If anyone asks, you can tell them you don't know.

Off! That's my bed. Clear off.

Can't you make less noise when you eat? Your mouth!

Close your mouth. I see everything in your mouth. It's revolting.

Like a concrete mixer.

Didn't you learn to eat with your mouth shut? The belt.

The belt, there.

See those shoes?

- What d'you think they're made of? - Leather.

Very good. What sort of leather?

Horse leather.

Nothing beats horse leather. Did you know?

Feel them. Here, have a feel.

Feel that? Hmm? Feel the texture?

I bought them from a guy who lost everything at the races.

- See, the initials are inside. - The horse's?

- Course not. The guy's. - The guy's...

He figured that nag stripped him bare, it's his turn now. He waited five years.

Five years later, when they took the nag to the abattoir,

he was outside, waiting.

What for?

The shoes!

We're closing.

- Marx. - Yeah?

Can I lie next to you?

Can I sleep next to you?

Never again.

Never wake me like that again, do you hear me?

I can't believe it. Who do you think you are?

You poof! I'll put you right, just you wait.

Wake me like that once more and I'll crush your skull. Got it?

I get it, Marx.

We wanted to have lunch outside, but it rained so we had to go inside.