Hors la loi

Le ca?d:
I have a court order. This land has been given to the colonist Mr Gu?rini.

Le p?re:
But Kaid, this land belongs to my father and my ancestors.

Le ca?d:
Do you have the deeds?

Le p?re:
What deeds? We have no documents.

Le ca?d:
Without the deeds, I can't help you. You must leave.

Le p?re:
That's impossible. I was born here. My father was born here, like all my ancestors! My children too!

Le ca?d:
You have three days to leave.

Le p?re:
If we leave, how would I feed my family?

Le ca?d:
It's the law. I can't help it. [walks away]

La m?re:
[agitatedly] Are they crazy? We have to leave our land based on what a piece of paper says? I'll die here and be buried here! [running towards departed policemen, shouting] It's not fair! You're committing a sin! May God curse you! May God curse you! May God curse you!

Le p?re:
[grabbing a fistful of soil, to family] Remember, this is your land too. You were all born here, and grew up here. But now, we're hounded from it. May God punish them.

Sa?d:
We're going to France.

La m?re:
I don't want to go.

Sa?d:
There's a war here, they'll kill us.

La m?re:
My son, you think I'm alive, but you're wrong. I died long ago. Let them kill us.

Viet Minh Propagandist:
[unseen, via loudspeaker, to French-led Northern African prisoners of war] Colonial France is not invincible.

Viet Minh Propagandist:
[unseen, via loudspeaker, to French-led Northern African prisoners of war] You, the colonized Africans, you must follow the example of the Vietnamese people. Your brothers, your wives and your children have a right to justice and freedom! Fighters, do not be the colonists' slaves any longer. Witness the Vietnamese victory, and break free of your chains!

Sa?d:
[jiggling a handful of coins] What can you buy with this?

Hamid:
With that? There's enough for a house, a dream wedding, with change left over.

La m?re:
[to Abdelkader Souni in prison] Listen to me carefully. You're neither a thief, nor a murderer. You're not a criminal. You're in prison for your ideas.

La m?re:
[to Abdelkader Souni in prison] Abdelkader... by looking after yourself, you are looking after me.

Sa?d:
Take the money and buy some clothes.

La m?re:
[referring to Said Souni's ill-gotten money] Even if I have to stay naked all my life or go barefoot, I won't take your money! God is my witness!

Messaoud:
First our revolution, then you can do your boxing.

Sa?d:
I'm fighting for the revolution my own way. If he wins, Algeria wins too. Imagine it: an Algerian champion of France! It'll be a great day.

Abdelkader:
No, that will be when an Algerian is the champion of Algeria!

Messaoud:
Your boxer isn't French. He must fight for Algeria.

Sa?d:
Leave sport out of it. You know nothing!

Abdelkader:
No, there's no room for personal passions! We must devote ourselves to the party. We serve a cause higher than any one of us! Understand?

Abdelkader:
Only a traitor fights for the enemy. Is that clear?

La m?re:
[ailing, in bed, to Messaoud Souni] In this bag is soil from our land. If we return to Algeria, we'll plant a vine in it. If I die, place it here, against my cheek.

Faivre:
[to Abdelkader Souni's gun-shot corpse at metro station] You've won.