Quiet Son, The (2024)

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Come on, guys.

We have three high-speed blocked.

That's where the airline exploded.

We connect at three and a half tons.

Let's begin. Let's begin.

BEWARE OF THE OVERHEAD LINE

DANGER OF DEATH

There we take everything apart

And we go back to change them.

Hi guys.

Good sleep.

See you tomorrow.

Hello.

See you tomorrow, Pierre.

It's been about 10 years now

that from the political agenda

is completely missing

any interest

to the younger generation.

They say that sooner or later

They will take care of it...

But the question is, when?

Well let's give them time.

No. We are clearly far

from any concrete action.

It is obvious that this feeling

of abandonment,

this impression

of being abandoned,

creates in what I call the

"forgotten generation"

a sense of unease

toward adults...

Merged!

You need to wake up, Fus.

Come on, sleepyhead, get up.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

I made coffee, huh?

And air it out, it stinks.

Don't go back to sleep.

Here.

It's cold, put it on.

It's not like they are made of crystal.

- Lower?

- Yes, thank you.

I haven't slept, I'm shattered.

Trouble always at night.

Most importantly, preferably on

weekends. No running away.

Obviously.

- You give a damn.

- No, come on.

Go, Fus!

Go, go!

Go ahead!

- Go!

- Goalkeeper!

sh*t!

- Bravo.

- Happy?

Are you all right?

Hello.

- Really, a great game.

- Yes ?

Yes.

- Yes, b, a little bit....

- Eh...it was foul.

- Yes, a little bit.

- I'll wait for you outside.

Here they are...

Beautiful...

Merged!

In five minutes we will go.

No, I'm going to have a drink with them

And then I go home.

All right.

The action itself was a bit rough.

Violent.

However.

It was a good goal, I must say.

Here.

So he scored after a foul?

Yes.

Loulou!

"Without a card, there is no foul."

he says.

Here I am!

Did someone say "goal?"

Finally.

- We were worried.

- Were we?

- Were you worried?

- Of course!

No, I was concerned.

Sorry.

I died.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

Who are you back with?

Friends, you don't know them.

Friends?

- The ones in the stadium?

- Yes.

Who are they?

Of the school children.

Sympathetic.

Are they at the technical college with you?

Yes.

What are you doing today?

I have to study.

Come hell or high water, I sleep.

Boy, what a sleepy...

It was a close call.

- Like this.

- I saw.

All right, I'll sign now.

- Where do you throw it?

- Let's see.

So: kick, high left.

Five points.

I'm snowboarding now!

- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?

Good morning!

Nice beast, huh?

- Beautiful!

- Fantastic...

- Are you happy now?

- Yes!

A nice toy.

Get in! Get on and see it!

- Everything okay?

- Yes.

You wouldn't think so.

Last night, as I was attaching

the posters of the event,

a group of fascists arrived.

They ripped them out

And put their sh*t in them.

The air got a little warm.

None of our

felt like arguing...

Bernard, I am out now.

I am on your side,

I certainly haven't changed my views.

You know me.

But let's say, though.

Go and put up posters...

No, that's the past tense.

My father did it,

I did it in my twenties,

But now that I am alone

I have to think about the kids.

By the way.

I think your son was

with the boys who insulted us.

I'm not exactly sure but.

One of them looked like

to your son.

Doesn't he have a vest

with a dragon on the back?

No.

Pierre, sometimes these things

get out of hand.

They are th*gs those,

you know, they manipulate kids.

Fus was home last night,

we all went to bed early,

we were tired.

I'll have a bite to eat then go out.

What did Bordeaux do yesterday?

Nothing.

Zero to zero.

It will be hard to come back.

Where is my jacket?

sh*t.

Did you see it, Dad?

No.

Did Loulou take it?

I threw it in the trash.

What?

I threw out your jacket.

Bernard saw you

attacking the posters

With your new friends.

He recognized your jacket.

Weird, huh?

- You are not well.

- No, it's true.

I don't like you going near

to the railroad with those.

And that you lie to me.

- Give it to me.

- Leave it.

Leave it I said.

Leave.

Hey!

They were not the posters

of a rock concert.

I'm not an idiot, huh?

I just wanted to see.

I just accompanied them.

It is not politics.

Do you know?

If they say it is not politics,

then there is cause for concern.

- I warn you Fus, if you see them again.

- What?

What do you do?

Did you learn this from us? Huh?

Did I teach you this?

Where we have arrived.

I feel betrayed.

We're not going to fight over a jacket

cabbage.

I have a hunger.

What do you have?

Bravo.

You have switched to adult clothes.

One day I will leave

And I will leave you here

like two fools.

Pass the ball!

sh*t!

- Put it down.

- Let's fix it.

- How are you doing?

- Good.

How about you?

- Did we wake you up?

- No, I was already awake.

- Coffee?

- Ah yes, thank you.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

You will be late, come on.

Yes.

- Here.

- I have the night shift.

For dinner,

there is a full freezer.

- All right? Understood?

- Yes.

Did I get everything?

Do you want to jerk off?

- Fus, stop talking like that.

- He takes three hours!

All right, bye, Dad.

Hi, pops.

- I trust you, okay?

- Yes.

- Go to class.

- Huh?

- You go to the class.

- Yes.

Yes, yes...

- Have a great day!

- Hi, pops.

THE FRENCH

Go back to where you came from!

This is our home!

Go back to your country!

Enough!

Father?

Yes?

Are you all right?

Have you seen it?

There can be Fus there. Huh?

They are his friends,

Fus is not like that.

Well, he seems to like it.

Did you know?

Who has ultra friends?

No. They are not ultras.

They are a bunch of.

What's on his mind?

He also skips class.

They called me from the school.

Who are you dating and why?

What the heck is he up to?

He will get over it, don't worry.

"He'll get over it."

"Don't worry."

of course I worry!

There is no need to minimize.

SEVEN INJURED IN STREET BRAWL

Click, there is a link.

- Where.

- There.

What does it say?

"Let them go back to Africa."

Do you realize what it says?

- He didn't write it.

- But he did! And his page didn't?

Ah, no.

Have you seen the names?

"Dodolf."

But yes, they joke.

"Wash with similar colors."

Well.

Good day?

Yes, what about yours?

Mine is not.

I spent the afternoon on the Internet.

I read what you write.

I saw your friends' page,

about that Hugo.

Who seems like a nice guy,

But he says a lot of rubbish.

What's on your mind, Fus?

Are you spying on me?

Do you control me and spy on me?

From bad to worse!

Stay here when I talk to you!

- I'm talking to you!

- Why don't you trust me?! It's not what you think!

I don't believe, I see.

You don't believe in anything,

that's the problem.

- Follow the rules, like everyone else.

- But at least I don't hang out with racists!

- They are no more r*cist than you or me!

- Of course they are not!

They only hate immigrants! Other than that

that they are not racists!

Those who are already here can also stay,

as long as they are quiet.

Clear? And my friends are like us!

They are real, they are okay, they are clean.

- Are they clean?

- Yes.

To me they are dirty.

And they talk dirty...

They resent everyone.

Your friends are vulgar!

They are against

Those who disagree with them.

Or those on the other team.

They are filthy your friends!

I speak as I want to,

- And I hang out with whoever I want.

- No!

- I'm not in jail!

- Not as long as you live here! Is that clear?!

Lock me up, right?

Then I won't see anyone.

It is a good idea! At least

you don't hang out with fascists.

Enough, I'll get out of your way,

stay with the perfect son.

Fus! Fus! Fus!!!

No, Dad!

Challengers, ready? Go!

- What are you doing here?

- And you, what are you doing here?

- You're embarrassing me.

- Come home.

I said leave me!

Come on! Come on!

Tighten it up!

Come on, you did it! It's yours, it's yoursoo!

Yay!

Break his back!

Hello?

No, it rings off the hook, no answer.

You know what?

You call him and tell him to come right back,

all right?

I'll leave you, I'm working.

See you later, bye.

Here I am!

Guys let's go over there!

Did you talk to him?

Yes, but he is stubborn.

Well, let's go.

It is his life...

Let them live.

His loss.

It cannot be on the left.

- Yes.

- No, it's a traffic circle.

I can't go that way.

I have to go to the right.

- Do you keep saying that?

- Yes.

You listen more to that thing than to me.

Do you think so?

You didn't seem so comfortable

driving around Paris.

Thank you.

Wait.

Let me fix you.

- No, they are fine like that.

- Yes, yes. All right.

Well, look at all these people.

You were right in wanting to come early.

Dear students, students,

and parents,

in his capacity as dean

of the Faculty of Arts,

I am honored and proud

to welcome you to the days

of orientation at the Sorbonne.

The path you have chosen

Is made of quality,

Of sacrifice, of humanistic culture

And of dreams coming true.

And a challenging path.

Walking along it, follow the footsteps

Of distinguished men and women.

Serious stuff!

It is an exciting time for you

and also for me...

She would be proud.

...In seeing so many of you,

so full of hope and enthusiasm.

I wish you well in your examinations

And to join us next year.

Fus will go crazy when

I tell him about it.

Yes.

Look who's here.

You're back.

- Are you a Parisian?

- What? Why?

No, your head has not grown.

- Not so much.

- Idiot.

But damn.

Oh...

- You have surpassed yourself!

- I have my own secrets.

Chef Fusti!

Wow...

Yeah.

Come on, tell.

It is not like other universities.

It's hard to get into it

But Jrmy said he will help me.

He will have work to do as well.

Let's eat, I'm hungry.

Yes.

It's not every day

that Fus cooks!

Do you know how big it is?

Ten times the size of our high school.

Do you realize?

It was built in the Middle Ages.

It remained closed only

during the French Revolution!

Calm down though,

you're not the only one who wants in.

As they say, "Many are the called,

but few are chosen."

Don't get too excited.

Not yet.

It is delicious.

- Yes?

- It is true.

Thank you.

The French Revolution...

Feel it.

No, well,

then you move.

You go to Paris,

I stay at home.

Stop.

It is.

What do I do with my degree

as a metalworker?

At best, I find

a job in the mine,

as your grandfather.

One day it opens,

the next it closes.

We are just meat for the slaughter.

I'll show you a few things

and then I'll take it off your hands.

No, stay.

We are pleased with that.

I prepared the waffles.

Have you started "The Great Issues

of the contemporary world"?

Those lessons will help you

for the Sorbonne.

This is interesting.

It shows how the left

Has been cut off

by its electorate.

What will you do after the internship?

Will you look for a job?

No, I still have one more year to go.

Although of that year

I will spend six months abroad.

I will apply for the United States.

Come on!

After the internship,

do you do an internship?

Well, I have to finish my thesis.

It is like a detailed report...

I know what it is, thank you.

Yes, I do it on the new

forms of activism.

Now there are many associations,

as well as unions.

And there are also groups

that are increasingly violent.

Yeah...

They will be fed up with the system.

What do you think?

For me, all these relationships...

These polls are bullshit

made for Parisians.

- Enough, Fus.

- I mean it!

Stop it, all right?

Go sit over there.

Here it is full of crumbs.

Thank you.

We tried the left,

then the right...

another solution is needed.

What do you propose?

Because we know their program.

Do you have any idea what they will do

if they go to power?

If they go there?

- They change the Constitution.

- They can do it!

No one can stop them.

Then you will live in a society

With less freedom,

No protection for the different

and oppression everywhere.

Is that what you want?

A totalitarian state.

Then there is no turning back.

Freedom for whom?

Equality for whom?

And brotherhood...

Fus, stop it, will you?

- Come on.

- Stop it or get out.

Understand?

Then I'll leave.

No problem.

He thinks he is the king because he has studied.

Stop it, I said!

But come on.

As you can see, this

is an extraordinary phenomenon.

The animals, of the sheep

in this case,

Have been going around in circles

for a dozen days.

Forming a perfect circle...

As if drawn with a compass.

I was freaked out by that idiot.

I didn't have to take him home.

What a pain in the a*s...

He knows everything.

It is true, however.

Certro, it remains absolutely inexplicable

such an event...

What if the three of us did something?

How it used to be.

No?

I can find tickets

for the game.

They are not expensive.

Beautiful.

All right.

It's a great game.

Metz.

- Don't let go of her!

- There, there, there!

Come on, come on, come on! Let's go!

This is it!

- Who are we?

- Metz.

- Who are we?

- Metz.

Metz.

Here...

Go! Go!

Aaah! Spectacular!

Great!

Indeed!

But did you see? How did he do that?

Absurd!

Absurd!

Hey!

Come here...

Beautiful.

Put that doorman in my backyard

and I'll give him five.

They have a very bad goalkeeper!

Can you imagine it in the garden?

I devastate that, badly.

It is true... it is true...

"I'll give him five."

The guy next door deafened me.

He smashed my ears.

Yes, me too, I swear.

Fus! Fuuus!!!

Let's get off!

So. You are late.

Hi buddy, are you okay?

Hi, how are you?

My friend.

- Do you want to change places?

- Not possible.

After.

Call your brother,

bring him down.

Tell him to come down. Tell him!

Do you understand? No problem.

I'm here if you need me.

See you later.

Fus, come down!

For Dad, please.

"Guys! Let's make them feel

who we are!"

"Come on! All together, come on!"

"Let's let them hear it, come on! For the Metz!"

- I didn't know they were there.

- What?

I didn't know they were here.

Ohi Fus, I'm leaving.

See you tonight.

Yes.

Twenty years old

and the top of the class!

Happy birthday Louis!

Now what are you going to do?

I don't know yet,

I am waiting for several answers.

But I am enrolled ex officio

at the University of Nancy.

I am already preparing

for the entrance tests.

Yes, at least it is not far away.

- I also got into the Sorbonne.

- No?

- Yes.

- You are a geek.

In History and Political Science.

- Not bad...

- Yes.

Yes, but they didn't take me

to the student body...

They accept you but you have to find

accommodation. So.

Aah...

- But of course it would be super.

- Did they get you in Paris?

- Yes.

- And you don't tell me?

No, because I still don't know whether...

And bravo Loulou!

Geez!

Paris, here we come!

Why didn't you tell me?

Does dad know?

Do you know, Dad?

Pa, did he tell you?

From the Sorbonne?

Yes, yes...

And no one tells me!

If they got you,

go, aim high!

Leave.

For housing and money,

somehow it gets done.

We're going to make it, aren't we, Dad?

Yes, we will make it.

The little Parisian...

But I will come back often.

With his chart.

On the desks of the Sorbonne!

Great, great!

Here.

You deserve it.

Nice. Now a turn.

- Let's try this side.

- No!

My elbow is twisted.

I can't dance rock 'n roll.

You weren't kidding,

you just can't dance.

- Wait, like this.

- Yes.

How?

Wait.

Father, he can do it.

Pa.

Sorry to trouble you.

Show me how to dance.

Please, daddy!

Come on, give me a hand!

Come on please show me!

Come on! Up!

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- They are forcing me.

Just let me see.

Yes, like that.

And hop!

No, no, no!

And so.

Go, dad!

Where are you?

Dance with your friend, sorry!

Let me see first!

Oh, come on.

Relax your arms! Relax them!

I'm going to vomit now!

The hand! The hand!

It seemed easier...

- Wait, wait, wait!

- I don't understand, dad.

Wait, go like this!

And so ... it stays there.

So...and now...

Yes, like that.

Okay, and now one, two, three...

- And hop!

- Yes now it's turning!

- It's simple really.

- Now jump.

- Shall we jump?

- Jump on me.

I almost died! I died...

He has already rechecked them twice,

probably as many as three.

Okay, it's all there.

Thank you.

- Do you call me?

- No, Dad, let's run.

And with your car!

LAST TRAIN BEFORE RETIREMEN- You are a lucky man!

- Congratulations!

Congratulations!

I did the math,

I will retire at 118 years old!

Didn't they increase pensions?

- Yes, by 2.5 euros...

- Per year!

I hope they find an apartment.

It is Paris...

It will not be easy.

He is afraid to let him go.

Good thing you still have Fus.

Yes.

Why do you call it Fus?

It comes from "fussball," which is German.

His mother called him that.

But soccer

doesn't interest him much anymore.

He hangs out with strange guys.

I forbade him, he told me

that he would not see them again,

But between saying and doing...

- So?

- Good.

We found it.

It is beautiful!

It is not large but...

I would say it is more than decent.

- Yes?

- We've seen some terrible ones.

Tiny with a bathroom in the hallway....

For 800 euros a month!

They are crazy.

There was one

above a laundry room,

You had to smell it!

- Stinky.

- Horrid.

- Obscene.

- We found a nice one.

Close to the faculty,

you don't have to take transportation.

It is within the budget.

Seventh floor without elevator.

You need to start training your legs!

Now what do you need?

A bed, a chair?

Sheets, dishes?

- Towels?

- Already done.

We have already found ... mattress,

shelf, desk.

The little prince is all right.

How did you find them?

I also got him a jacket.

So he won't look like a nerdy loser.

Who were you with?

A friend of Fus.

Was there a friend of yours?

And fortunately.

You saved money on the hotel.

And he was the one who found

the apartment.

You may spit on them, but when you are

in the sh*t they are there.

We agreed, didn't we?

You come back to live here,

However, you don't see them anymore.

Or am I wrong?

We are all "from here."

It is our region, Lorraine.

We are 100 percent Lorraine.

French people become,

in Lorraine one is born.

- Do you realize how you talk?

- Yes.

It is a catch phrase.

Idiocy.

Here we have mixed origins.

We were German

and 20 years later French.

They don't mean anything,

they are just labels.

I believe that.

They are not labels, they are groups.

Are you going against me?

Huh?

I'm not going against you.

Is that what you think?

If you are not with us...

then you are against us.

"We" were the three of us.

No longer.

Listen carefully.

You can ruin your life,

but not your brother's.

Keep that crap to yourself.

Do you understand?

If your mother saw you...

- What did you say?

- If your mother saw you...

- Fus, no!

- Don't you dare repeat it.

- Do you understand?

- Leave me.

Stop it!

Loser,

with his lessons on tolerance.

We must think like you!

DOOR SLAMS

You have lost your minds, both of you.

Don't be breathing down his neck.

Let him live.

He is never good enough for you.

When she was in the hospital,

he would take care of me.

Without ever complaining.

Isn't that enough?

We don't have to act like you.

To think like you, to look like you.

I understand why he wants to leave.

It is suffocating here.

Can you shut your mouth for once?

I should shut my mouth, really?

- What about you, then?

- Do you hear yourself when you speak?

Are you not happy

with the apartment?

- It doesn't have anything to do with it.

- It doesn't?

You are out of your mind.

- Get lost.

- I'm telling you. I'm going away.

Look at him, drowning

His sorrows...

Does it make you laugh?

- How.

- Does a sad man make you laugh?

But no. We're kidding.

- He will be back, rest assured.

- Are you talking? What are you talking about, huh?

He's not coming back! He will not come back!

Calm down!

- All right!

- Calm down!

- Stop it!

- It's okay, it's all right.

I said stop it!

Stop it!

Come on, Pierre that's enough.

Calm down.

Aaah! And leave me!

What the f*ck are you doing!

You drank too much...

- Come on, stop.

- Leave me.

It's all right, Pierre.

Calm down...come on please.

Go back home, come on.

If we put them on top with straps?

No, it is dangerous to drive like that.

- I'm not coming?

- Huh?

I'm not coming?

Well, no.

- We could have removed the chair.

- No, you need it for the desk.

Hand me those bags.

Wait! Wait!

You left your socks behind.

My socks...

Don't forget me.

- Come on, I'll be back soon.

- Here we go!

Go, go! Here we go, here we go.

Come on, stop it.

We are leaving.

Stop.

No, Fus, come on.

Here we are.

Living room, dining room,

bed, kitchen...and...

shower.

Which can also serve

as a toilet at night...

- Cool.

-...if I don't want to go out into the hallway.

Cool no?

You will be fine.

Yes.

Don't you look at it?

Yes?

Are you coming to pick up Louis tonight?

No, I will wait for you here.

I'm leaving work, wait for me.

- Pierre, will you have a drink?

- I can't.

Come on, it's Saturday.

I am going to pick up my son

from the station.

- We never see you.

- Next time!

Never mind. It's a period

a bit like that...

- It's not there.

- Where do you want it to be.

He doesn't love us anymore.

Fus?

Fus?

Fus?

Merged!

What happened?

Fus?

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

What happened?

Fus...

What happened to you?

Let's move it.

Take his arm.

Wait, wait!

- Do you have it?

- Keep it.

- Go!

- Up.

- Fus, it will be all right.

Go on, take it easy.

Can you walk?

Plan...

Easy, easy.

Quiet...good.

I'm here. It's all right.

Here we go...

- Watch your head...

- Don't worry...

Watch out for the head! The head!

Here.

Careful...

Wait.

- I'm coming by motorcycle.

- No way!

Call Bernard!

Louis, don't take the bike!

DOG ABBEY

They are here.

sh*t!

- Hey.

- Call in progress. Hold.

Call in progress.

- Are you a relative?

- Yes, I am the father.

- What's his name?

- Felix.

Felix Hohenberg.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- How old are you?

- 22.

- Did he lose a lot of blood?

- I don't know.

- Did he lose consciousness?

- No.

- Does he have allergies?

- I don't think so.

Here I am, Fus. I'm here.

Warning.

Sorry, you can't come in.

We will take care of him, wait outside.

I'll come back to you.

Hello?

Wait a minute. One moment.

Please keep me informed.

You can't go in, sir.

We'll be here shortly.

Yes, he is inside.

It is being taken care of.

I don't know anything.

Listen...No, no, no, Louis!

Stop crying.

Please don't cry.

He will be fine.

It is not crystal.

He always says that and it's true, isn't it?

All right.

I'll call you.

Excuse me, I've been waiting for hours,

Can the doctor tell me how he is?

I cannot do anything,

they are overburdened.

Sorry.

What did you find out?

There was a fight

in front of the supermarket.

There were guys with flyers.

I never know anything.

He doesn't speak to me.

You have to report them, to find them.

It's not what it used to be:

anarchists, reds, skinheads...

Now they are small groups...

Of mixed backgrounds.

They hang out with the Germans,

the Luxembourgers.

I would like it to go back to the way it was.

If he did, I would leave him alone.

I wouldn't be all over him.

Come on. It will be fine.

No, they always say that...

But sometimes it doesn't go well.

I have been struggling for years to keep it all together.

But I am human.

I can't take it anymore. No more.

You don't know what it means

Tell your two children

That their mother is dead.

Asleep.

Don't miss the train, huh?

What time is it?

You have to leave at 7:45 a.m,

even 7:30.

- Do you have everything already?

- Yes.

- Bernard, can you accompany him?

- Yes, I'll take care of it.

Keep some money.

- No dad, no.

- You will have to eat.

- Don't worry.

- I don't want to hear you say that, eh?

Yes I do worry,

and I always will.

What a shame.

For what?

Who cares, you're my son.

VERSES OF PAIN

Now, let's change the bandage, okay?

I help you.

Here...

Hold this for me.

Good.

I stay all week.

- No, there is no need.

- I will make up the lessons.

No, you leave.

I'll take care of him.

You can't ruin your year.

What do you do?

I won't play anymore anyway.

Isn't it dangerous to the eyes?

I am a metalworker.

sh*t!

You have to be patient.

It takes as long as it takes.

You have already made a lot of progress.

I will file a complaint.

We cannot ignore an attack.

Fus, you're going to freak out.

Huh?

Why didn't you report it?

I do not believe in justice.

All right, look.

- It's not bad.

- Wait.

Isn't it beautiful like this?

Can we talk for a moment?

Yes.

It means you get out of my house.

I'll catch up with you later.

Why did you do that?

Do you know what that means?

- He is a tribal.

- A tribal?

Are you kidding me?

What are you up to?

What are you trying to do?

Last time wasn't enough for you?

Does that sound like a game?

Hi, pops.

Are you okay?

Yes.

I fell off the bike.

- Let's see.

- It's nothing.

- Did you disinfect it?

- No.

- Put ice on it.

- I'm fine.

What did you do?

I'll get the ice.

On your feet!

The hearing is open,

you may be seated.

You can remove the handcuffs

from the defendant.

State your first name, last name,

age, domicile, and occupation.

Um...

Felix Hohenberg, 23,

Rue de la Gare 3.

Villerupt.

Unemployed.

Good.

I am informing you

that you have the right

To remain silent or to answer

the court's questions.

In silence.

Good. You can sit down.

Here are the charges against her.

The morning of Feb. 20,

the body of a young man was found

in the Villerupt industrial zone.

The victim,

named Julien Descombes,

born July 10, 2000,

Was a science student.

The victim received numerous blows,

Of which many to the head,

With a metal object,

that led to death

by hemorrhage.

The investigation led to the arrest

of Felix Hohenberg the following day,

At his residence.

He was alone

and did not resist.

Mr. Hohenberg,

is accused of causing

willfully causing the death

Of Mr. Descombes,

by hitting him

with a blunt weapon,

And that he acted with premeditation.

And therefore charged with m*rder.

There are images that stick.

I don't want you to see him like that,

it's humiliating for him and for you.

Your brother enters handcuffed.

You already know what there is to know.

He wanted revenge on the anti-fascists

who had slaughtered him.

I don't want you to come, is that clear?

I don't want to.

Come on, I'll talk to you later.

Yes, see you later.

My other son went

to visit his brother in prison.

I'm not going back.

Already once -- that was enough for me.

I remained silent.

So is he.

I will be an unworthy father,

But I'm not going back there.

For the time being, but in the future?

In the future.

He k*lled, period.

There is no going back.

Your son will never be the same, of course.

But he may want to review it.

Shame on me.

If your son were a m*rder*r

what would he do?

Would you defend it?

Do you want to help reduce

his sentence?

It would not reduce mine.

Don't play with words.

You are not locked up.

That's true, but I don't want to go

against my principles.

... A phenomenon that is not limited

to the French political scene,

But it has been spreading for some years

in other European countries.

In Italy, Hungary,

Poland, England.

In Germany, with the return

of the far right there as well,

And the same is happening in Brazil...

Good morning, you have the floor.

Thank you.

My son was not a m*rder*r.

He was a normal child.

I'm saying.

circumstances...

led him to this offense.

And I as a father,

I couldn't stop him.

When he returned home,

Bleeding and wounded,

Because he was beaten,

my first reaction was

to treat him.

Not to talk to him.

I was happy that he had not died.

I thought, "We avoided the worst."

I would be lying if I said

I hadn't noticed anything.

But.

At that time we...

didn't talk much.

It was already -- for months

we weren't talking.

I didn't know how to...

...I didn't dare ask him

what had happened.

I did not look for who had beaten him.

And I didn't ask him

how he had gotten to that point.

Felix is the eldest of my children.

He had always been beyond reproach.

Yes, as a child,

he did some dumb things.

But I trusted him.

And ... I didn't stop him

from taking a bad path.

When I realized that he was going out

with that far-right rabble,

I tried to fight back

But it was late.

So I am also guilty.

I didn't stop him in time.

Perhaps I am the real culprit.

The k*ller's father.

Mr. Hohenberg,

a crime has been committed,

But she did not commit it.

The death did not happen by accident.

The victim was struck violently

several times.

With a metal weapon

created specifically for the purpose.

Your son has a degree

as a metalworker, doesn't he?

He did not graduate from high school.

I only know that my son's life ...

has been turned upside down

When he met

those people.

He decided to follow them,

And then it all started.

Until the day when

he decided to attack...

Julien Descombes.

I still struggle to pronounce

his name.

They attended the same school,

maybe they played together

as children.

A thousand times I went over everything.

And I told myself

that it could end differently.

But I don't understand, I can't do it.

When receiving love,

we say.

normal in the family,

When you don't experience w*r,

or poverty...

He lost his mother,

sure,

But he is not the only one.

How can it end up like this?

The years in prison

will not make a difference

His life is ruined,

my son's life is ruined.

What was I supposed to do?

I know he was getting lost.

I couldn't do anything on my own.

I said to myself.

A plan was needed

to change things.

But I am not just talking about my son,

a real plan,

That would give hope.

But Felix refused everything.

I should have explained to him.

That when you start saying

"us" and "them."

and you hate

That which is different from us,

It will end badly.

It can only end badly.

It is thought to defend

its own culture,

But, in fact,

you fight against those

who are not part of it.

Two factions are created,

and to defend their own,

one seeks to destroy the other.

One wants to wage w*r.

All that is left is violence.

These ideas k*lled Julien.

And my son was such an idiot

to believe it.

Mr. Hohenberg,

please stand.

To the question:

Mr. Hohenberg

was criminally responsible

At the time of the events,

was answered yes

by a majority

of at least seven votes.

To the question:

Mr. Hohenberg

Willfully caused the death

To Mr. Julien Descombes,

was answered yes

by a majority

of at least seven votes.

To the question:

Mr. Hohenberg,

at the time of the events,

suffered from mental disorders

that have impaired his judgment

or control of his actions

At the time of the offense,

was answered no

by a majority

of at least seven votes.

Finally, to the question:

Mr. Hohenberg

premeditated his act,

was answered yes

with a majority

of at least seven votes.

Accordingly,

the court deliberates a sentence

of 20 years' imprisonment.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the hearing is closed.

m*rder*r

I could sign up here.

That sounds like a good idea.

And when he is transferred to the south what will you do?

Are you going to go there too?

Are you going to drop out of college?

Do you plan to follow him

for the next 20 years?

What will your life be like

With a brother in prison?

When you meet new friends,

with whom to chat and joke,

At what point will you tell them:

"I have a brother in jail."

- "Because he k*lled one."

- I don't care.

He is my brother.

- Should I stop seeing him?

- I didn't say that.

But I have already lost Fus,

I don't want you to live in sh*t.

Saved, Louis.

At least you...

This is my life, all right.

I lived.

But you don't have to sacrifice yourself.

I can't understand if you don't explain.

Silence is not the solution.

There is no moving forward.

Silence does not protect us, Fus.

If we don't communicate

Because we are too different,

then they won.

I hope Loulou will make it.

For the three of us.