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THE MAN WHO SAW THE BEAR
This is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance with real people is normal,
some of these characters actually existed.
Some still do!
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,
farewell, Joseph!
Me, I liked Joseph.
He fell all the time.
This is my friend. Mine. Grégoire.
I like him. But sometimes, he's not quite there.
He's elsewhere.
He's a fisherman. Semi-pro.
Joseph, even as a small boy,
you were very small.
Dreaming of horse-racing,
straddling and striding everywhere,
first on your dog,
then your goat, ultimately your donkey.
You were tenacious,
your dream came true.
Joseph, you always said...
You always said...
You said,
"When you get on a horse, you know eventually
you'll have to get down."
In your case, it never took long.
And then,
there was Deauville. The day before yesterday.
Third fence, you had a strong lead.
But sans horse, who'd refused the hurdle.
The puddle was too deep, you drowned.
Please.
The giant is my father, Nanosh.
He's into cars. Also into jails.
Big clients of his.
Sometimes he's gone for weeks.
Mom says it's because he works a lot.
This is my brother, Pope.
He laughs all the time. Go figure.
One, two...
As I mentioned, Joseph falls a lot.
I'm a bit special, they say.
Someone from social services told my Dad.
Before his nose bled.
- As per what? - Asperger.
Ripped his asparagus off. Two-bit doctor.
Ass-purging quack.
Dad gives a lot of nose-bleeds.
Excuse me.
Tintin wanted to be a fighter pilot.
That's mine.
Must've fallen when I leaned over.
But he couldn't read.
So he became unemployed, pending retirement.
Hello, who is this?
How many skippers How many shipmates
Sailing happy to a distant shore
In this bleak tavern Vanished forevermore?
How many spiraled to a tragic fate
From moonless night to barroom floor?
To Joseph!
Onward, sailors! Anchors aweigh!
Drinkers a-wine!
A sailor at dawn needs to sit
Enjoy a good squat for a bit
Lest he soil his sails And leave behind trails
Which doesn't a sailor befit!
Sailor man, Better know the ropes
So you'll have a hope To make it back to land
What are you doing?
Listening. The tree talks to me.
Talks to you.
About what?
He says he's scared.
- What of? - Being cut.
He lost his friend over there.
Come on.
I'll take you home.
Today's your day, Ronsard.
Day pushes night
As the light goes away
Pushing the day With dark shadow bright
I've been thinking.
You can't take over your father's business.
You're just not up to it.
You can't stay Grégoire's fishing-aid either.
Are you listening?
I arranged to meet the assistant mayor,
through the Toulouse warden's cousin,
who befriended your father during his stay.
You could work at town hall!
Imagine that, Michel. You,
in town hall!
Will you listen to me!
I'm listening, Mom.
Look at me when I'm talking.
- And stop picking your nose. - I'm not.
It's Cupid's Bow.
Who's that then?
He's the Roman god of love.
Often pictured with bow and arrow.
On a human face, the two curves of the upper lip
resemble that bow.
Its peaks touch the philtral columns.
Of course.
But Michel, you might become a civil servant!
Ain't that nice?
You like order and cleanliness,
you could work in waste processing!
Civil service is for life. Everyone's dream.
And we'd worry less.
Dad and I won't always be here.
Not to mention Grégoire, no spring chicken.
- Sylvie! - Coming!
Michel, don't let that chance slip by.
Are you listening?
What'd I just say?
Civil servant. You like order. Cleanliness. Waste processing.
For life. Everyone's dream.
We'd worry less. Won't always be here.
Grégoire's no spring chicken.
Coming!
Don't let chance slip by.
What do?
Destroy absurd destructive steel machines once and for all!
Let's go, Daddy-o!
What that?
Anakin?
Anyone here?
Morning. Morning.
Michel, town hall's closed.
We'll call tomorrow for an appointment.
- I'm not going there. - Then where?
- Fishing with Grégoire. - Fishing?
In a suit?
Black clothes show sadness at losing a friend.
I liked Joseph.
He was funny. Fell a lot.
Well, he won't anymore.
No, it's not like that.
When a heart is black, a black suit shows grief.
The next day, life goes on.
Don't bother someone who lost someone.
He's not wrong.
Don't bother someone who lost someone.
At least wear your boots!
Got your boots?
Don't get them muddy.
Look.
I got you a book.
The Little Prince.
That's you.
Grégoire, will you die soon?
Not planning to.
OK.
What's a civil servant?
What you'll never be.
Why?
You don't cage a bird.
And are you a bird?
Yes.
I left my cage long ago.
What cage?
Mind your sinker. Fish are biting.
What if they don't?
Then you wait until they do.
Dammit!
Nice one. Nice.
When fishing, you don't talk.
No noise, or the fishes scatter!
And this thing...
Hey, it's biting.
You were funny.
Fell down a lot.
And you were small.
People saw you farther than you were.
Now you really are far.
I have rib steaks, sirloin, rumsteak,
I have Bazanette beef...
Jacquot! Is this Bazanette beef?
- You bet. - I suspected as much.
- Come here. - What?
See how pink it is.
Give me that.
Stand here.
Right there.
Pay attention.
You ready?
So?
I'm speechless.
Why did you put all this here?
It's Rosie. She wants it out of the living room.
She gets jealous, see.
So the evening...
I won't get the end.
I'm so sick of his Johnny!
Jacquot, get back here!
Poor Joseph.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Grégoire.
We went to see him.
Have a good day anyway.
Going fishing too?
Big delivery. We need to look sharp.
- Get me a bracelet. - You've got one.
Bastard.
- Rosé wine. - You got it.
Everyone's in black today?
Big delivery today.
Nanosh,
you should hit the brakes.
- You want me to retire? - No.
Stay in the car business.
But like any mechanic, just repair them.
Never have I fenced a stolen car in poor condition.
I've got principles.
- That's good. - Agreed.
And you won't get put away twice a year.
Better believe it.
To me, prison is like a training facility.
An internship.
We gather,
we swap life-hacks...
Hacks?
Like what?
Well, for instance, I dunno...
smart car keys. Nowadays,
you open any car door in 15 seconds.
Learned that in the slammer.
How about that!
Shit.
Damn fools.
We nicked a cop's car.
Think that's funny, you slug?
Right.
Plan A.
Neckties.
Hats.
Hankies.
Ready?
- Morning, gentlemen. - Morning.
ID and registration.
Of course. ID and registration.
You have 'em?
You have 'em, Dad.
His son's funeral.
In those situations,
you get distracted, it's like...
He was so young.
BELOVED SON
Little Roberto...
Imagine that.
Too young to go.
Listen... Our condolences.
But still...
- Seat belts. - Yes, of course.
Seat belts are important.
It's stuck.
Never mind. Go.
Stay strong.
You too.
- Thanks. - Thank you .
- Have a good day. - And you.
Hurry up!
His tree.
He visits it every day.
Never mentions it.
So I don't either.
I just know.
Children, I've summoned you urgently
due to exceptional circumstances.
Bérénice,
Christos...
How shall I put this...
The perks of our caste
include the rich variety of fools it has to offer.
That's how I can stand them.
I collect them, like butterflies.
Small ones, large ones.
Old ones, fat ones...
Jovial fools, and sad ones.
Proud ones.
Repentant ones - a rarer breed.
Wide range. Never a dull moment.
And one day, we're confronted with the ultimate one.
The unsurmountable.
Total, unjustifiable stupidity.
Anyone in particular?
No, just you in general.
And your accomplishments.
You showed potential early in life,
but this is beyond all expectations.
The latest audit of your father's company
is a crowning achievement.
In a flash, you managed to bankrupt a thriving company,
an entire life's work,
- I'm impressed. - I won't take all the blame.
Where's your husband?
At a job interview.
His CEO brother-in-law lost him his job.
Hope he doesn't aim too high, for his sake.
Says the high school drop-out.
Enough!
I've thought this out. We should sell Brive castle,
to address the issue.
Yes?
Why not? We never go.
How much could we get for it?
I'm on to you.
No car. No jewels.
This bail-out is for the company, not you.
However,
your father's signature on the deed is imperative.
So Christos, you'll be tasked with snatching
that signature.
- Why me? - You were his pet.
How do I find him?
- He's been missing 15 years. - I'm investigating.
With pros. Government agents.
They'll report soon.
Enjoy your meal.
Right, let's go.
As falcons From their native aerie soar,
Burdened by their disdainful woes,
Rovers and captains Out of Palos, rose
With daring, brutish dreams Mad to the core.
They longed to seize The fabled metal ore
Which in Cipango's mines To ripeness grows,
As the trade winds Inclined their prows
Toward the uncharted Western shores.
Each eve, athirst for morrow's epic scene,
The tropical sea With gleaming blue sheen
Lighted their visions In a mirage of gold
Or from the fore-deck Of white carvels,
They'd watch On alien skies enscrolled
New stars rise From ocean's glowing wells.
Beautiful poem. It's like us.
If you say so.
Bit of a stretch.
What was that?
A sea trout.
It's that time of day.
Dipshit.
You see what I see?
I do.
My boy...
Just a second.
Shut it, sweetie!
Do proceed.
My boy, you want to work at town hall?
My boy you want to work at town hall?
Don't mind him. He often repeats things.
At least we know he got the question. Right?
At least we know he got the question right?
Hold on, is it... all the time?
No, just with people he doesn't know.
That's inconvenient.
I need him at reception.
Great idea. He's very receptive.
But if every question he's asked gets repeated back...
imagine the long lines for answers.
But if every question he's asked...
OK, thanks, I get it.
I'll put him... in waste processing.
His dream!
It'll be spotless!
Another drink, Mr. assistant?
Another drink, Mr...
Another drink...
I'll just...
Because I have...
I'll keep you...
Right, I'll...
Yes. It is him.
He wasn't usually so violent.
Where are you going, child?
Picking mushrooms for my grandmother.
You like your grandmother?
She's my grandma.
It's not mushroom season.
I told you about his trances.
Sometimes you think he's there, but he's gone.
Believe me, he's gone now.
I promise you the taste of salt on my lips
Caresses as sweet As the sweet honey drips
I promise you a bed With the heavens above
And flowers and lace To make soft nights of love
1,500 euros we made today.
Isn't that nice?
- Another pretzel, Grégoire? - Gladly, Sylvie.
Sweetie?
Not for me.
Hand me the half-inch.
Here.
Pope's not here?
No. Just left for Nîmes.
- A job? - No, jail. Two months.
What'd he do?
Drove over a bouncer who'd rejected him.
- Ugly. - Very. Almost a new car, too!
Had to change the bumper.
A bouncer bounces guys from inside,
not outside!
Pope'll be happy there.
- Another little rosé? - Sure.
I know Henri. Pope'll be fine.
Henri?
He was my warden for months.
A buddy. Getting old, though.
He was in Toulouse.
Toulouse?
Six months. Didn't like that joint.
- Shitty food. - No vibe, he said.
You know him. If nobody brawls...
Another little canapé, Grégoire?
My favorite was Sète.
Prison's like a restaurant. It's all on the chef.
- What? - Ah, Sète...
Three stars.
Lovely!
Worthy of the prison gourmet guide.
So nice to be there together. As a family.
Except Michel. Always a worry.
Always reading friggin' books.
And tidying. 24/7. Even tidies what's tidy.
He should start with the mess in his head.
What's this?
Not that!
No, not that!
What are you doing?
It's alcohol. I'm disinfecting.
Screw that! Come and eat!
You see,
my shit is meticulously chaotic.
I like things out of place.
It allows them to exist.
When they're put away,
things go unnoticed.
They're unseen.
Still-lifes.
To me, an orderly room is like a graveyard.
Life is disorder!
Sorry.
Where are you going, child?
Picking blackberries for my grandma.
You like her, don't you?
Yes, very much.
Blackberries are out of season.
I like when he's elsewhere.
He smiles all the time.
- Morning. - We didn't do anything.
What do you mean?
- He didn't. - Exactly.
Anyone hurrying to say that, has done something.
In his case, it's true. Otherwise, he'd say so.
He can't lie.
Really? Special case.
Go home. A bear fled the circus.
- Circus? - 20 miles away.
It's nearby.
When you spot a bear, better scram.
Like when you see police.
Why, if he did nothing?
- Why fear the police? - Even innocent, he fears police.
Like his father,
his grandfather... They fear police.
His great-grandfather too.
It's in the genes.
If it's in the genes...
- What are genes? - Shut up.
Looking for a bear?
Think you scare me?
Mr. Bear!
Get away! Bang, bang!
Don't let 'em kill the bear!
Calm down.
Breathe. Calm down.
Don't let 'em.
You know...
You know, the barkeep... he's a coward.
So... I once saw him running,
running from...
from a...
Running from a rabbit.
Running like crazy.
The rabbit kept nipping at his calves.
Look, I'll show you the rabbit.
And the barkeep was so scared...
He was running and running...
And then...
That rabbit bites!
You OK?
- Yes, I'm better. - Better?
But don't let 'em kill the bear.
They won't.
I swear.
- Promise? - I promise.
Sir?
Careful with rabbit bites. They carry myxomatosis.
What's he on about?
Go figure. He's a visionary.
¡Ever onwards to victory!
(same)
(same again)
¡Subtitles, please!
"Gregorio, you're in command."
Anyone here?
¡This is la mierda !
Where are the others?
What on earth?
Raiding the fridge is OK.
Cheese, honey...
no problem.
But the sausages,
never!
Frankfurters, or Toulouses,
that's not too bad.
But a Morteau sausage!
That's heresy.
Those were Morteau sausages!
That makes my blood boil!
You know how long they take to prepare?
It's unfathomably complex.
A lone man, facing a freshly slain pig.
The recipe goes back to the 1500s, boy.
And all its flavor
is in the smoking.
Who can measure
the precision that perfect moulding calls for?
They used to call it
the Beauty of Morteau.
I mean, really...
You didn't snaffle them alone?
Only a... Oh, I don't know...
a bear has that kind of appetite.
It was him.
A bear.
A bear!
Who wouldn't know it from a common hot dog!
I didn't know they were from Morteau.
That's besides the damn point!
Morteau or not, a bear is a perilous plantigrade!
He'd rip your head off with one paw.
A "mortal" wound.
"Mort-al".
I don't want them to get him.
A bear shouldn't be a circus clown.
You've never been caged.
Where are you going?
And you?
The more people I'm around, the lonelier I feel.
I don't know what to say to this world,
because it doesn't either.
People look at me like I'm an alien.
But not you.
You're like me.
Only Grégoire, my friend,
understands me.
Because often, he's elsewhere too.
That's where we find each other.
And I no longer feel lonely.
Because we laugh the same.
The others make me want to cry.
How's your bear?
He's doing well.
I brought him vegetables, walnuts,
he loves them.
Sea bass, too.
But he loves sausages best.
How's work at town hall?
Town hall?
Can't be here, can it?
Can't be him?
Grégoire!
It's him.
What now?
Best eel I ever had!
And your beef stew...
What are they doing?
Grégoire, you know...
When you die,
if you're kind enough to die here, I'll take care of everything.
Like I would for Johnny.
Mass, music, procession...
The whole village will weep to "Que Je T'Aime".
Because they love you.
For the luncheon, your guests will be coddled.
I'll make those nice lamb cuts you like.
With baked beans!
You'll be happy, I guarantee.
Trust me.
Jacquot, thanks, but there's no rush.
No, I'm just mentioning it.
You're sweet.
Bye. Addiu .
Tomorrow, then.
Right.
Unbelievable.
What brings you?
My mother.
No wonder. Sentimental type.
Come in.
Have a seat.
I had some friends over.
Haven't had a chance to tidy up.
Glass of rosé?
You'll see,
it's local. Very tasty.
Keeps it cool.
How can you live here?
You built an empire.
You were a visionary.
First one to surf the wave of imported Amazon lumber.
You frayed in the highest circles.
Now I surf the local lagoon,
and I fray with Jacquot the butcher.
Jacquot the butcher?
Cheers.
How's business?
Not good.
Mom can't live decently.
That bad?
I did leave you a thriving company.
Jean-Victor's follies sank us deep.
As CEO, I warned him that... Well...
As it happens...
Let me introduce Michel,
my friend.
Butcher too?
See, I didn't repeat.
I haven't seen him in a while, he's my son, Christos.
Haven't seen him in a while,
he's my son, Christos.
I did repeat a little.
All's well, my boy.
All's well my boy.
I've come a long way to see my father...
My father
That hero of such gracious smile
Escorted by the single hussar That he favored most,
A man of great courage and high stature
Was riding amongst...
Michel, please.
Leave us together.
- Right. - Thanks.
You must be starving after your trip.
There's leftover eel bourride,
only two days old. You'll love it.
Smell that.
Umbrella Dad
Shelter from my scares
Beach-balloon Dad
Soaring giggles through the air
Your son's a bit special.
This is...
your father.
I never explained my desertion. It's simple.
I'm a bastard.
Mind you, it was teamwork.
Your mother's lifestyle was a big help.
To hold on to her, I had to get rich.
Like the jerk I was, I decimated entire forests,
the world over.
You helped out too, with your sister.
Want another Porsche? There goes another forest.
A trinket from Bulgari? Let's raze yet another.
I became the lord of lumber.
That, and asshole-in-chief.
I left because I had to.
Because the company of trees taught me humility.
One tree in particular
that I know, who mourns his dead friend,
that a shit like me cut down.
If you come back,
to see me,
I'll introduce you.
You never know.
Hand over the negro. He's our slave.
No.
You look ridiculous.
Go change.
Right away.
Idiot.
There!
- What's for dinner? - Forget it.
Remember the huge seabass I'd bought... I mean caught.
Funny, I remember it this big.
No way.
It was...
I used my tape measure.
To cheat at boules?
- My tape measure? - Variable-powered.
It's elasticated.
It increases the other players' range.
And shortens yours.
Perfect timing. Remember that seabass I caught?
These clowns say it was this big.
Seems about right. Why?
Not at all. It was this big.
He saw it this big!
I never said that. It was this big.
Looks tape-measured to me.
What's wrong?
Michel, what's wrong?
They're getting close. They'll find him! Hurt him!
- We gotta do something. - Calm down!
They'll stop for the evening. We can hide him.
We gotta go now. Let's go.
Easy, I'm not twenty!
Bit nippy out here.
- Tintin! - Roger!
Seen any cops around?
Copy that!
Over there!
Good. Coast is clear.
I'll go see.
Come here.
Check out those fools. They're lost.
Nice day, huh? Another stroll?
That bear of yours must be sleeping like a dormouse.
A dormouse?
Dormice, like bears, sleep till spring.
- This is spring. - Right.
Must be why I saw one.
- A bear? - A dormouse.
- Enough, this is about the bear. - The bear.
He's a nice bear. Don't bother him.
Have you seen him?
If you listen to him...
Yesterday, he saw two elephants frolic in the vineyards.
Two?
Where was the bear, boy?
- In his cave. - His cave.
And where's the cave?
On the shore, by the hill.
He ate sausages.
- Sausages? - From Morteau.
That's good.
Know how long it takes to make?
It's unfathomably complex.
A lone man facing a freshly slain pig.
Recipe from the 1500s, flavor, smoking.
Who measures the precision perfect moulding calls for, boy?
Boy?
Yes, he's so exacting!
Let's go.
- Those genes... - Shut it.
Let's go.
- Police! - Arrest them!
Arrest them!
This is the police. Hands up!
Right, arrest us!
All freedom must be suppressed!
Wire fences, everywhere!
Cage the animals! And only let 'em out
to prance around, flogged by clowns like us,
in the circus of life!
Look at yourselves!
Can't you see
how you're played by oppressive power?
Caged in your barracks, in your armored trucks,
in our apartment blocks, offices, our heads!
Good doggies on a tight leash,
in a nice suit, a pretty cap,
a truncheon to bash baddies!
Then back to the doghouse to eat your kibble!
Wake up, goddammit!
That's not living!
Life is not that!
It's not that.
Just arrest them!
- And get that bear! - Yeah!
Teddy bear went for a stroll
Fled his little hidey-hole
Teddy bear left just like that
Who knows where the bear is at?
Teddy bear went for a stroll
Fled his little hidey-hole
Teddy bear left just like that
Who knows where the bear is at?
Stop! Enough!
- What's up, Thierry? - You good?
- Julien! - Hi.
- D'your wife give birth? - Soon.
You're back?
New paint job.
So?
Still no bear.
He's vanished.
Release them.
No, the others!
You just let them go?
After all they said about us? Why, boss?
It's in the genes.
Tintin! Seen the bear?
He was just here!
Over on Goulotte Hill!
OK, let's go.
You'll be OK.
There.
Good job, son. You rescued an inmate.
What's that for?
Police roadblock ahead.
Didn't see one.
I smell 'em. It's my job.
What about it?
The van.
What about the van?
The van...
He stole it.
Nice day for a walk.
- Hello. - Hello.
- That was good. - Right.
A good day.
Tired, but happy.
Oh, here.
Fell from a truck.
Crazy, the stuff those trucks shake off.
- Gracias, amigo. - De nada.
To paraphrase the author of the Bible,
whose name escapes me,
we're all dust,
and we'll turn to dust again.
You could say that in that department,
Grégoire didn't hold back.
Blown to smithereens.
Poor among the poor,
humble among the humble,
he showed up one day, out of nowhere,
from a land that hunger drives you out of.
Thirst, too.
He lived in a miserable shack,
but his door
was always open...
to all.
I can still picture him in...
TO MY BELOVED FATHER
That's a first, attending one's own burial.
Even knowing it's not me,
I'm still affected.
Don't give me that look.
I got the idea from your cleaning equipment.
I had to do it.
I had to clean up.
When there's no forest,
you can't see the trees for the forest.
That's meaningless.
Not to me.
I don't get it.
The past catches up to us.
So it's time for me to face it.
You can not
look back, in the eye, not if your back is turned.
Never forget that.
That's meaningless too.
- It does have meaning. - What?
It means... you'll understand soon enough.
I want to look the Amazon in the eye.
Not to repair it, that's too late.
Just to ask forgiveness.
- So long. - Will I see you again?
Of course. You know that.
Where to, child?
What's it to you, old fart?
Bye.
Put this away.
That's good.
Right, let's steal off for a well-earned drink.
Steal the car?
No.
That's all over.
OK, son, let's go.
Zip it!