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Hello...
Are you alone here ? Where is your mum ?
Well hello sir ! What a beautiful day !
Nice jacket ! ls it tweed ?
lt's panda !
How can l help you ?
So let me tell you : Serena's coming to my place
For a little dinner-show
and we might even have some baked potatoes.
l see...
So, who says "dinner-show" says... Roses ! You agree ?
Sure.
But listen, not those crappy roses that pakis try to sell you in restaurant...
l want the top of the best.
But arranged in a frugal way, harmonious, but natural.
You get that ?
Yes.
What about you bigfoot ?
Great ! Deliver at exactly 8:13 !
Right between the little appetizer and the "trou normand"…
Serena likes it...
Serena likes it ?
Serena likes it !
Very refined, sir !
And subtle !
When you try out new tires, better make sure you have great break pads !
Ok kid, prepare that for me please.
I need your name and address.
So, Mr Halisse 81 martyrs street...
Hey ? Helloooo ?!
What is the endive saying ? Done with photosynthesis ?
Uh ?
Would he not like to get his buds in gear and go unload the begonia pallets ?
Uuuh ?!
C'mon 'mon Gaspar !
What a nice jacket... ls that tweed ?
lt's panda !
Good. How can l help you ?
Let me tell you : Serena's coming to my place tonight...
"Who on earth could that be ?"
"Good eveni…"
That's not what I asked for !
Perfect. I'm annoyed. I'm upset.
This is poor quality work.
No exchange...
Not even time to let him know what he'll be used for
Hum…
What hum ?
How many times do I have to say it?
Do not write on your hand !
lt's dirty. Your hand.
Huuum…
Look…
You write "8" like "3" we can't read you,
And then we are ? We are ?
In belgium?
Late !
I already told you !
In our line of work we need to be meticulous and puntual.
Rigor mortis will start in about an hour,
I can't afford to use second rate material !
If we don't hurry, the only thing I will be able to do....
is to hammer nails... into his neck.
and turn him into a coat rack !
Yeah...
"Yeah"...
Have you ever seen a painter paint with hairless brushes ?
Nature is beautiful, really very beautiful...
But it's like a woman : there are rules !
It is brilliantly organized !
And you ? You think nature has reached this level of perfection
by being late and mediocre ?
No ! The answer is no !
And him ? D'you think he could have done anything worth doing ?
No ! The answer is no, and he knew it !
If we had been on time,
we'd have discussed it, and he'd have agreed.
Maybe he would have even thanked us !
Imagine his luck : l noticed Mr Halisse's vegetable beauty,
and he is starting a better life.
A state of....symbiosis.
Because symbiosis, is the ultimate goal.
We are artists, Melchior !
We shouldn't imitate nature, we must make it evolve,
we must create with her, thanks to her.
There are other artists...
Making «modern art» by reproducing vegetable shapes
to go against the industrial Revolution
and its chimneys that pop up everywhere like flowers !
Always the same !
We develop like germs,
flee from what we've created and go back to nature.
But WE,
we think about symbiosis with nature,
so WE deal with nature's rules because...
Contrary to man...
Nature is innocent.
And pure.
If we were seen here, no one would understand
the beauty of our art.
Yet we are the ones who will allow Mr Halisse to mutate
into a new species and return to his environment...
You understand that,
Melchior ?
I like the smell of chlorophyll in the morning
Mr Battrel !
Mrs Champion,
how many times have l told you to all me «Baltazar» .
I'll call you Baltazar only if you call me Monique !
It's a deal !
So what does Mrs Champ... Monique need ?
l'm here for my order, but...
Well Eglantine ?
Why don't you make Mrs...Monique's bunch of flowers?
So he's there, quiet and cushy, he fiddles with 3 leaves and he's satisfied !
He reminds me of Mrs Aurore's daughter, you know ?
The one who was born without any fingers...
Hey ! Now you take the branches out of your *** and get back to work !
I said « *** » !
Hello miss, What a beautiful day.
What a nice jacket, is that tweed ?
It's a shirt.
What does the pretty young lady want ?
l need 10 liters of compost...
A 3-liter can of eggshell solution,
one and half kilos of dried blood...
You take care of the young lady l get done with Monique.
Monique...
Oh yes...
Monique...
l also need one bag of cactus fertilizer,
5 kilos of sand, 12 square horticultural pots with drain holes...
l'll take care of it.
Leave your name and address with my colleague,
and give him all the info for the delivery.
My name's Flower.
I live at 156 Kafka Street.
*Do not write on your hand !*
Good ! It's not on your hand !
And when it's not on your hand, we are...?
On time !
Well, next time, if you could take a clean one
it would be nicer.
Let's go.
What is it ?
It's the flower shop, «Initials BB» , for your delivery.
You can put it there.
I couldn't help noticing you like cactuses.
Oh yeah !
Yes, you have lots of...
And that, it doesn't it hurt ?
What, my shirt ?
Well... you get used to it.
No but... I meant the thorn bracelet.
lt's not a bracelet, it's thorns.
Oh ! You also think we don't need to use nature...
No l just like it, that's all.
Yes ?
Don't insist, I haven't changed my mind.
No need to shout Minotaure, I said no !
Is the silent treatment going to last long ?
Usually I can't get a word in edgeways, and now, nothing...
I know. I *** up. But not entirely !
You saw it yourself !
She had cactuses, She grows marijuana,
I was surprised !
Not everyone knows how to grow hemp.
I just think we were not ready.
Cause this time, we're dealing with another level !
It's different !
To pick this one up
we'll have to observe her in her natural environment.
It's always interesting to discover a new species and analyze it...
Before dissecting it and knowing it in depth...
To know when she sleeps...
What she eats...
How she lives...
How to get close to her without frightening her...
And one l have all this information...
...l enter !
Something is going to happen, dear Melchior
Tonight's the night
In french : ce soir c'est le grand soir.
Well that's how they would say it.
Some things are hard to translate.
But at the same time... That's the French....
Stupid french with their complicated language...
"Veuillez nous excuser pour la gêne occasionnée"
Good evening !
l brought you some compost !
Thanks...
Who are you ?
I'm a customer, and l'm here to buy some cannabis sativa spontanea !
Shhh !
I know you... You brought me the fertilizers, right ?
Yes, and given the order,
I thought you might have some good stuff.
How much do you need ?
How much can I get ?
How much do you have ?
Is that a lot ?
... I think we an make an arrangement.
I bought everything that I need to roll well : The papers, the filters...
Shhh !
Be warned, if you pass out, I'll throw you on the pavement with the garbage.
All right...
No, I often do it, I'm used to it.
I've already tried loads of things.
A real junkie.
Yeah, that's right.
So, how is it going ? Not too difficult this line of work ?
When l don't get stuck with annoying clients sitting on my sofa, it's all right.
It's usually fine.
It's nice here...
You live on your own ?
When I don't get stuck with annoying clients sitting on my sofa...
Do you believe in plants ?
Plants ?
Is that a question like «Have you seen the *** ?»
Not at all.
But seeing you there with your cactuses and your cannabis....
8 thought that maybe you didn't believe in the human race...
I don't know... I usually avoid thinking...
Well actually I don't give a ***...
What about you ?
Seeing you in your shop stroking your hydrangeas,
you probably don't go bankrupt paying your round in a bar...
You don't like people, uh...
Hmmm... maybe...
Have you heard of Noam Chomsky ?
He's a philosopher, or an anarchist, I don't remember...
He said the fundamental element of human nature is the need for free creation,
free of arbitrary limits or any institutional restraints.
And uh... Is that good ?
If human nature was creative, it would be the only element that makes me human...
Like, you're not human...
Nature is beautiful... It's excites me.
When I see something beautiful, I want to capture it.
It's a very natural desire...
It has given us painting... photography...cinema...
For example : I work with Man and nature.
Like, you're an artist...
My goal is to reconcile them.
Before, we used to copy nature,
I want to go further.
When I notice someone's vegetable beauty, I…
….I don't know....
You're lucky...
I can only see ugliness now...
In people ?
Anyone, even me.
Why do you say that ?
people won't remember me for my life's work...
In 1844 , there was a club called the haschischins club.
They were a group of writers, painters and sientists
who experimented with drugs.
They smoked ***, marihuana...
just like us...
It's as if we are part of the elite.
« Santé » .
It's funny, «Santé» means « health »
and cannabis is also a medicine.
And medicine, in english, an also be called a «drug».
I know...
There is even a story that says cannabis was used to ease
Queen Victoria's menstrual pains !
... all that to say it's also a medicine.
l know, that's why l started.
You're sick ?
Who was Queen Victoria ?
Queen Victoria ? She was Queen of the United Kingdom
of Great Britain and Ireland.
And we only remember that she would smoke *** when the painters and decorators were in ?
We remember Hitler because he built highways...
Do you know the word «assassin» comes from «haschich» ?
A long time ago, there was a sect that gave hashish to it's new members.
They would smoke and see a piece of heaven...
When they were sober again, they were told that's where they would go
when they sacrifice themselves for their holy mission,
that was to "assassinate" an enemy of the sect.
***, guys...
When I smoke, I don't see heaven. I hardly see anything...
And then all I want, is a *** huge kebab.
Not to go sacrificing...it's a bit stupid.
Sacrificing was an honor.
Look at Jesus... He was happy at the end...
...well except the whole cross thing, that was a bit disgusting...
But he sacrificed himself, and then what ?
Big holes in his hands !
Right. But then ?
Big holes in his feet...
He comes back to life ! He becomes immortal !
Too bad for the haschich guys...
Cause well....jesus...
...maybe.
But the others, they're not immortal,
they're just...
Dead ?
Sacrificing one or two lambs,
one in a while,
can't do much harm.
Amen.
«Sacrifice» comes from «sacrificium» : The act of making sacred.
Seems like you've learnt a dictionary by heart.
Sorry...
No it' funny,
I'm having an evening with wikipedia, it's great.
That's what it's like, l open my mouth, and it all comes out.
No but I would like being sacred.
It's true. How cool : «sacred» .
People would light candles for me...
The day of my anniversary would be a day off school...
People would have a spliff before each meal...
People would kiss under cannabis leaves...
We'd give children spaceakes...
Ouno...
Ouno...
Ouno...
Ouno...
...teachers would teach them
how to grow marihuana...
Me, ...l'm a tree
Or a reed ! A thinking reed !
It changes everything, I don't see life the same way !
And I'm a flower !
Besides, I have a bud.
Since last spring.
A tiny little bud.
It's sprouting... It's sprouting...
It's growing...
It's taking over...
Where is it ?
That's why I avoid thinking too much otherwise it feeds it and it grows.
Well, you'll say...
Who am I, to prevent a seed from blooming.
Well it's there... That's the way it is.
Some nights, it think I can feel the little branches coming out...
It pierces my memories...
Sometimes l even feel it move.
Right here.
Like a small heart beating behind my eyes...
It's going to hurt, when I give birth.
Are you undergoing a treatment ?
This is my treatment...it's all I have.
But I was not gonna bother to fill up my life, find a real job,
when I know it's going to bloom soon.
If you were a flower...
I am a flower.
... I would plant you, so that you have roots and live for a really long time.
You should be careful with double-meaning words...
That one made you look like a bit of a pervert ...
Oh yeah...
So when I hung up on you, you thought it meant
«oh come on, we'll play Street Fighter...»
You know exactly why l'm here. You're on my territory.
So either you pick up your little trolley, your little pots, and you *** off,
Or you work for me.
Or : you could go *** yourself, or...
go *** yourself ?
I've seen you more inspired.
I'm tired, I hardly slept.
Oh and the little Flower is all withered...
I had never heard that one.
If you're called Minotaure, it's because your mother got shafted by a bull ?
Is it going well between them ?
Or it's one week with mom, one week in the cowshed ?
Unless it was your father who *** a cow ?
That was mean...
Did she udder feed you ?
Don't be clever, you little ***.
You might be a loudmouth but I could tear it off with two fingers.
Get lost.
You shouldn't have done that... you'll regret it
Really regret it !
What the hell are you doing here ?
*** off !
He hasn't done anything...
Is that yours ?
Who was the big guy ?
Fabrice. People all him "Minotaure".
The idiot makes his own tattoos.
He's threatening me because there are territories when you sell weed, and...
If only this *** could die...
Well sorry, I got worked up...
But what was he doing there ?
He was waiting for me.
Waiting for you ?
He follows me everywhere and waits for me.
I met him during my second trip to the Amazon...
He's been raised by a tribe of lemmings.
They all jumped off a cliff, but he suffers
from vertigo, so...
He waited for his brothers to come back.
I couldn't leave him there.... So l took him with me
and he does what he did with his family...
He follows me.
Thanks for the hotel !
Oh, don't mention it...
Another failed attempt, Melchior...
I must have lost my touch...
I wanted to act but I was... paralyzed !
Before I would see, want, go !
But still to being able ! Still to being brave !
You to taking thing-hands !
If you to wanting, you to can.
You to going in her and zip zap carotid !
We're not at zip zap carotid anymore.
I like her.
The content, the forms... everything !
I wanted to recite her some Ronsard !
Some Pierre Ronsard whose name was given to a rose... qui ce matin avait déclose...
To offering her present !
Good idea, Melchior !
A present...
Be careful : this one is a bit sour.
Where did the big guy go ?
But we to being temporal of work !
*** hell !
In life, there are priorities.
Flowers are one of them, and THE Flower is another !
And you to prioriting what ?
9 months later...
Subtitles : Sarah Bussy David Mark Smith Micka Mary