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Shit!
Prep her for surgery. I'll be there at 7:30.
Get started.
Hey.
No, I'm here. What's the patient's name?
Okay, let her know.
There, kitty.
Right there.
- Hi. - They started.
Right.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Mic test? - Sure.
In 10 seconds, Patricia's introduction. Then the first question.
All right.
Three...
two...
one. And go.
Live from Moscow, this morning's guest Dmitri Vassiliev,
the controversial Russian director,
who opens the Paris Opera's season
with The Snow Maiden, by Rimsky-Korsakov.
Dmitri Vassiliev, good morning.
Morning.
You are famous for bold, political productions.
You bore the wrath of Russian authorities.
Will you soften your approach
to avoid shocking Parisian audiences,
known to be very conservative?
No, not at all.
France is home of the Revolution and tolerance.
I think it'll be fine.
I always dreamed of directing in Paris.
It has a very special place in my heart.
- Evening. Table for two? - Yes.
Next week, different atmosphere: an aeronautical trade show.
- Gotta bone up on aviation. - Such as?
Such as...
Which means?
Development of nanostructured materials.
Sorry.
Hello?
I'll be right back. Yes?
Fuck.
You scared me.
Everything good?
Sorry, I have to go back.
- Right now? - The new intern's all at sea.
I mean, she's new.
- Sorry. - You're on duty?
No, but it's my department. No choice.
- What will you do? - I don't know.
- Go home? - Yeah.
See you later?
I won't be long. I'll call when I'm done.
Good luck.
- Later. - Later.
Just for a drink until the rain subsides?
That table's reserved. There's one in the next room.
Right there?
- That's right. - Thanks.
The other room's that way?
Yes, down there on the right.
Thanks.
Evening!
- Is that table free? - Sure, take a seat.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Thomas
Happy birthday to you!
- Go ahead. - Thanks.
Give you a lift?
What happened next?
It's erased from my memory.
Good progress, but the scar needs to stabilize before we can operate.
You can get dressed.
It closed up nicely, though.
I'd like to be able to move on.
In six or seven months, we can go for reconstructive surgery.
For now, it's too inflammatory.
Seven months? All right.
But we can...
get rid of it?
We'll do our best, but we're not magicians.
Haven't gone back to work?
Not yet, but soon.
I...
I was out of town, at my mother's.
It's good to be back.
Ladies and gentlemen, due to roadworks,
we'll make a change of route.
Can you open the doors, please?
The bathroom's that way.
I'm not looking for the bathroom.
Okay, I see.
Get in touch with the group that organizes visits every...
every Monday morning.
For folks who...
Folks like you.
Folks like me?
Victims who need to see the scene.
They talk. It's important, apparently.
And we stay closed.
I have to get back to work. You understand?
Coffee, perhaps?
Yes, please.
On the house.
- So you stayed at your mother's? - Yeah, three months.
Right.
When you didn't answer my messages, I figured...
maybe you're not ready to talk.
I mean, I won't ask for all the details.
It's hard to figure out what to talk about.
Will you take the cake for me?
Yes, of course.
- You okay? - Fine. All good. I'll get the...
Champagne glasses.
See you in there.
Okay, kitty?
- There you are. - It's you.
Just taking a break.
In the dark.
- With the bottles. - You can't stay here.
Come on.
- Have a good night. - Bye.
See you.
Bye. It was great to see you.
You're doing great. It's cool.
Vincent's supportive, right?
- See you, girls. - See you.
See you soon.
- Take care. - Thanks.
You see, people used to...
confide in me.
They opened up to me. I liked it.
Now, it's the opposite.
Like I'm some kind of attraction.
- Even you speak to me differently. - Me? Not at all.
You do.
As if you had to take care of me.
Really? I didn't realize.
You can't stop people from thinking of you, though,
and all you went through.
Right.
Was it raining when you left?
No. I mean... I don't recall.
See, I remember clearly: it wasn't raining.
It started later.
Until that point, I remember clearly.
You had to go back to the hospital, right?
Maybe.
Yes...
That's right, I remember that.
I'd been at the hospital for an hour when the alarm sounded.
Every hospital had to stop secondary activities
and prepare for an influx of casualties.
Then the casualties started coming in.
I remember the smell of gunpowder filling the corridors.
I called but you didn't pick up.
I was sure you were home.
I was assigned to triage. "Most urgent" to "least urgent."
Gunshot wounds, burns...
We heard two other locations had been hit,
that it was a coordinated attack.
Every hospital was on alert.
Early the next morning, I got a call
from the hospital where you'd been taken.
You were wounded.
They'd been unable to identify you
because you weren't talking
and you had no ID on you.
I went to see you.
On my way home, the cab drove by the restaurant.
There were flowers and children's drawings.
It was like a corridor with people walking by.
In silence.
Like a procession.
I'm Sara, the support group coordinator.
- Hello. I was in the attack. - I got that.
- What's your name? - Mia.
All right. Take a seat, I won't be long.
It's great that you came.
It's crucial that you sleep and regain strength.
That way, your memory will work better, too.
Once you begin to remember, you're on the road to recovery.
You're right.
Can you sit somewhere else?
Please.
My parents sat here.
Sorry, I had no idea. I apologize.
I'll sit here.
- Sorry. - Where were you sitting?
I was in the other room.
I wasn't with them on that night.
I'd like to know the last words they spoke.
What they were talking about.
If they were happy just then.
Arguing or whatever.
You understand?
Maybe you saw them?
Let me show you something.
Sorry, I have to go.
- Leaving? - I don't know why I came.
I was with someone who's claustrophobic.
He can't come in but he wants a word with you.
Thanks.
Remember me?
No.
At the table opposite you.
Celebrating a birthday.
I don't remember anything.
You ordered a glass of wine.
As if you were expecting someone.
A second later, you disappeared. There were...
Chinese women in front of you.
When I saw you again, you had ink all over your hands.
You dug in your pockets for a tissue.
The more you rummaged,
the more ink you got everywhere.
You even got it on your face.
You made me laugh.
You were laughing at me?
Not at all, but you thought so.
That I was laughing at you.
You gave me a look...
like you were annoyed.
Yes, that's right.
Was I writing? With a fountain pen. Was I writing?
I don't know. I guess.
- What happened then? - Then you stood up,
you crossed the room.
To the bathroom, I suppose.
- You don't remember a thing? - No.
There are gaps. I have no recollection.
Hardly. I still have...
images from before the attack, some sounds,
but from the moment I saw people die, it's all gone.
I don't remember a thing.
Lucky you.
- Is that your car? - Yes.
- What's your name? - Mia.
- What's yours? - Thomas.
- Are you allowed to drive? - No.
Come on, what's your problem?
- Move your car! - Move my car? Look at my leg.
She pulled me and I think I followed.
- Then, I don't remember. - Mia?
- Back already? - Yes, I was outside, talking with Thomas.
- Right. That's good. - He helped me remember something.
- I was sitting there. - That's very good.
Now you can piece the puzzle together.
What are you doing here?
Sorry?
I was here, just like you. I was right there.
You weren't here at all.
I recognize you. You were in the bathroom.
You bolted there when the shooting started.
- Me? - Yes, you.
You hid in the bathroom and locked out everyone else.
You didn't open the door.
How dare you come here?
I didn't do that.
I didn't.
You put your safety above all else.
How can you-- how can you show your face today?
Shame on you.
It's despicable, what you did.
What are you doing?
- Sorry, I have to go. - What? Go where?
Home. See you there, okay?
- You sure? - Sure. I'm fine.
Sorry, sir.
Excuse me.
Hello, it's Mia.
We met at the restaurant earlier and talked.
Perhaps you can help me. Can you call me back?
Thanks.
Hello?
Thanks for getting back to me.
I thought maybe you could help me with--
Sorry.
Are you sure it's no problem?
Yes?
- Hello. - Hello.
- Come in. - Sara gave me your number.
I had no idea you were here.
It's all good. My surgery was scheduled today,
but they'll most likely do it tomorrow morning, so that's fine.
I've already had three surgeries.
They're reconstructing my shinbone bit by bit.
Honestly, it's all good.
I have bullet fragments in my other leg.
I don't know if I'll get that done just yet.
Just to draw out the pleasure. I won't bore you with my leg.
What can I do for you?
Apparently, you remember everything that happened.
Right.
Why do you want to remember?
I may have done something.
- Such as? - Nothing, I...
Sara said you remembered tiny details.
I figured maybe you remembered what I did after I left.
- Did I come back into the room? - No.
Sit down.
I don't recall you coming back.
But perhaps someone saw you.
Did you check out the website or post on the forum?
No.
I didn't know all that existed.
It's a whole new world.
- I want to remember. - You can't do it alone.
It takes two or more to remember.
I recommend you go online.
You know the Memoria Facebook page?
- No. - Spend some time on there.
As a journalist, you'll love it.
I googled you, that's all.
Mia Loreau. Still on the radio?
I do some radio work but I'm a Russian translator.
A Russian translator?
Toughie.
My mom spoke Russian at home, so...
not really.
- Grab my cigarettes, will you? - Of course. Here.
- You smoke in here? - No, there's an exit down the hall.
My coat, too?
You didn't answer me.
At the restaurant...
were you expecting someone?
No.
Do you have any idea why you were there?
Chance.
I wasn't there by chance.
Somebody had made a reservation.
It was my birthday. We'd just got our week's bonus.
I'm in finance.
I hate celebrating my birthday.
But they wanted to surprise me and I went along with it.
Not to offend anyone.
Weren't you with some girls?
Yes. Two coworkers.
They didn't make it.
Their families came to see me.
I didn't know what to say.
I was ashamed to be alive and not them.
Right.
Got a husband?
Yes. We're not married.
That means you're free?
That's not really the idea.
Children?
No.
It came to mind during the attack.
Not having kids, not knowing what it's like.
There you are! We looked everywhere.
You know there are no visitors at night.
- I'm so sorry. - Be right there.
Let's go.
Pull hard.
Thanks.
- You'll be back tomorrow, right? - Yes.
Good luck.
Arrivederci!
Bring me tangerines tomorrow.
Or oranges.
Or chocolate.
Sara gave me the police report to read.
The attack began at 8:49 pm.
The police freed us at 10:37 pm.
We stayed hidden for an hour and 48 minutes.
I remember wondering what would be left of me after I died.
In what state I'd left things.
I thought about a half-eaten yogurt in the fridge.
Hi, Vincent. It's me.
I won't be coming home.
Sonia's moving and gave me her place for a few days.
At République.
I think I need to be alone right now.
Love you.
I remember that sound.
What did I do?
Where were you?
I was in the front room, at the bar with a friend.
She died immediately.
I struggled to piece things together, too.
It wasn't simple.
When we started the group,
I never thought so many people would need to come back.
Turns out, we're all family.
Will you be with us tomorrow at République?
Our last vigil before they clear the flowers and candles.
Yes.
I came to Paris to study architecture.
I fell in love and stayed.
Are you remembering something?
No, sorry. I'm wasting your time.
Not at all. That's why we're here.
Have you heard of "a diamond in trauma"?
No.
It's the idea that misfortune can lead to something good.
You'll find yours, I'm sure.
- Can we try one more time? - Of course.
Imagine it without all this.
It used to be a storeroom, much darker.
People managed to hide up there.
No, it wasn't here.
The light's changed, too.
No, this isn't it.
I remember drops of water on my hand.
The other one, then. Come on.
I'll give you some light.
Was it here?
Yes.
Someone was with me.
He held my hand.
I don't remember his face but he had a tattoo.
On his forearm.
And a bloodstained apron.
There were lots of kitchen staff in this area.
The apron suggests he was a cook.
Lots of them died.
I really wish I could help, but...
A lot of the staff didn't appear on any list.
That's what I heard.
Hello.
It's me again. Can I ask you something?
Did any staff stay on after the attack?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes. As I said, they were all replaced.
Even the cooks and...
the waiters?
Even the cooks all left.
Look, I wasn't there. I don't know what happened.
Can you do the other room, please?
I'm not done here.
Finish it later. Thanks.
Fine.
Hi.
- Recognize me from earlier? - I do.
Do you know Thomas?
The guy with crutches from the other day.
- Vaguely. - He said you worked here before.
I have a few questions about the people you worked with.
I need your help finding someone.
Okay, but be quick. I live way out of town.
It's the person I was with during the attack.
He was a cook.
Well, he was wearing an apron. He had a small tattoo here.
He wasn't on the list of casualties.
A lot of the cooks were undocumented.
That's likely why they're not listed anywhere.
They melted away.
So they're not dead?
It explains the change of staff.
I stayed because I'm French, so the new manager agreed to keep me.
The police also asked questions.
They found it weird that staff members just vanished.
We didn't say anything.
Could you get me their names?
Okay, but not a word about me.
I could get in big trouble and I need my job.
I promise.
- What's your name? - Nour.
I'm Mia.
I tried to find the person I was with.
We hid in the suspended ceiling with others, between air shafts.
I was so sure I was going to die that we kissed.
He was Australian. First time in Paris.
Did you see him again?
I didn't.
The evacuation separated us.
He was slightly wounded.
I looked all over Facebook for him.
Couldn't find him.
We were just to the right.
Two of us four died.
Me and the Aussie survived.
I saw the killer in the attack.
He had the face of an angel.
Somehow, he was...
cheerful.
He looked so sweet.
He looked like he was out buying cigarettes.
Excuse me, can we talk?
Look at me, please.
I wasn't in the bathroom.
I remember it clearly now.
I was there before the attack.
How would you know?
I remember now.
I held someone's hand.
A cook.
You got me mixed up with someone else. It's no big deal but...
it's a mixup.
If you like to think so.
- Hello. - Hello.
Sorry to bother you so late, but...
I saw you earlier.
Come in.
I don't have much. Water?
Yes, please.
Here.
Did you find your guy?
No.
I want to know if he's alive.
And that woman keeps accusing me of locking myself in.
But I doubt it. I feel there's something else.
She has no idea anyway.
If you feel he's alive...
They keep untraced victims' belongings at police HQ.
- They do? - Yes.
- You didn't see it on Facebook? - No.
Go take a look.
Maybe you'll find something.
I went with my aunt.
It's all packed in plastic bags.
There's a funny smell.
There wasn't much. A postcard they were writing me.
Want to see it?
Water Lilies.
They wanted me to come with them.
We fought about it all day.
Now I can't leave anyone until we've made up.
I just think anything could happen.
When I heard about the attack, I texted my dad.
He said they were hiding.
Waiting for the police to free them.
He also said he couldn't call me. That the noise could give them away.
So the waiting began.
We were helpless, with no idea of what was going on.
Eventually, we turned off the TV.
We sat there, holding hands.
Put it out of your mind.
Get some sleep.
Sometimes I think I see them on the street.
I'd like to visit the museum they went to.
See the last thing they saw.
Find that painting.
Like saying good bye to them.
It's hot here, isn't it?
- Do you have any food? - Sorry, I have nothing here.
I'll go get something from the deli, all right?
We're going to make it.
Breathe.
Keep breathing.
That's right.
Félicia?
- Is this yours? - Yes.
That's all we found in the bag. Please check.
- It's fine. - Sign here, then.
Thank you.
Sit down over there.
Right here.
- Someone was with me. - We're on it.
I have a present for you.
Thank you.
- You seem delighted. - Sure, it's great.
You want to enlighten me. I'm touched.
Nonsense.
I called you but you didn't answer.
I didn't have my phone.
- You didn't want to come back. - Sure I did.
I did as you said. I went back to the restaurant.
And I remembered something.
What?
I held someone's hand.
Question is, is he alive?
I'm not sure that remembering can help you.
Believe me.
I'm not sure. I doubt it's a good idea.
You okay? Did they give you painkillers?
- I don't want anything. - I'll open the window.
No, quit fluttering around. It's all good.
Here.
Read to me instead.
I bet you're an excellent reader.
- Nobody read me stories. - Same here. Well, rarely.
If it's awkward, I can close my eyes.
Go ahead.
- Should I really close my eyes? - Sure.
All right.
Hello.
I'm Estelle, Thomas's wife.
We met through the--
I'll be on my way.
- Wait. - No, don't go.
I just need him to sign an insurance form.
- Good bye. - Good bye.
- How are you? - Look, sign this.
Wait!
Sorry, I didn't mean-- I had no idea...
What you went through, I can never share with him.
Thomas doesn't know, but I do.
We'll never survive this.
- I understand. - Here.
He's not a reader.
I read messages posted on the Memoria forum.
People like Félicia, trying to find out how their loved ones died.
Or looking for people they met that night.
I'm looking for the guy who helped me.
He got wounded at both ankles, in the front room, near the bar.
I want to know if he survived.
I think about him every day.
The person I'm looking for leaned on me
and had two bullet wounds in the chest.
They were wearing a flecked, purple or pink t-shirt.
I never dared to reach out, for fear of awakening memories,
but if anyone knows what happened to them, send me a message.
I was evacuated right at the end.
Sadly, all the others left were dead.
I tried not to look. The few I saw seemed to be sleeping.
I hope that brings comfort to some of you.
We hid in a spot with a leak in the ceiling.
You asked my name. I didn't ask yours.
You had a tattoo and wore a kitchen apron.
You clasped my hand. We clung to each other.
When the police arrived, I let go of your hand.
Last I saw, you were wounded.
I hope you made it.
I hope you're alive.
That's all I want to know.
What are you doing here?
You don't answer my calls. I'm worried.
Come on in.
I don't understand what you're doing.
There's someone else, right?
It's because of that support group thing?
You won't talk to me?
Vincent, what are you doing?
It's not funny anymore. You're coming home now.
- Enough is enough. - Vincent, put it down, please.
Why not talk?
- Don't you want my help? - You can't help me.
I can't help you?
I can't go back to life as it was before.
Why not?
Why?
I have to watch you go crazy and do nothing?
I wish I'd been in that fucking attack.
Nour found the names of two cooks working at L'Étoile d'Or at the time.
They'd dropped off the books, appeared on no one's list.
Excuse me, I'm looking for these people.
She remembered that the manager hired staff outside a phone store
when he was in a bind.
It was a hiring point for undocumented workers.
Nobody recognized the names she'd given me.
But I heard of a middleman in the restaurant trade.
No, thanks. I'm looking for Hakim.
You wanted to see me?
Yes.
- Would you like anything? - No, thanks.
I was told you'd have information on a cook
who worked at L'Étoile d'Or, you know?
No, I don't know.
Who gave you my name? I don't get it.
I'm looking for someone who worked there before the attack.
Someone got him the job.
No.
Just a name or an address.
You don't know his name?
You don't know who you got hired at L'Étoile d'Or?
I don't get anyone hired.
I don't rent IDs. I work here.
I have two chefs and an assistant cook.
I know their addresses, sure.
I'd like to help but I'm confused.
Somebody's been badmouthing me and I want to know who.
It's not about you.
It's important I find that person. He helped me.
That's all.
Who sent you here?
Forget it. Thank you.
Good bye.
Yes?
I know the guy you're looking for.
- Senegalese, with a tattoo. - A little tattoo, yes.
He hasn't been around lately. You know him?
Yes. Not his name, but...
Driss Mbow.
That's the name on the ID he was given. I doubt he goes by it.
He lives in a center near La Chapelle. France Horizon.
I don't rent out IDs.
- We just help each other. - Okay.
Hello?
Hello.
Sorry, the door was open, so I let myself in.
I'm looking for Driss Mbow.
Go play on the bed.
Do you know him? Are you're related?
No.
I was in the attack with him, if he told you about it.
I just want to know if he's okay.
I don't know if Driss is his real name.
It's Assane, not Driss.
Assane.
Is he alive?
I don't know. He left for Italy. I don't know where.
Sorry, may I sit for just a second?
I have some water here.
Here.
He left some things. Do you want to see them?
If he comes back, can you call me?
Sure.
We're not family, but we made the trip together.
I'll give you my number.
Can I take a picture of him?
Yes, of course.
I'd been working at L'Étoile d'Or for six months.
People say that if the Senegalese, Malians and Sri Lankans went on strike,
nobody would eat in Paris.
Café owners call us "copy machines"
because we can make our plates look exactly the same.
I've always been lucky.
I always seem to dodge problems.
The chef sent me down to the basement.
I heard the gunfire at the last second.
She didn't immediately notice she was hurt.
I promised her we wouldn't die.
Not there.
I'd been through too much danger to die in a closet.
I need to find this detail.
I'd never wondered if I was happy.
Now, I do.
- We were happy. So happy. - Sure.
I don't get it.
Why associate it with me?
I have nothing to do with it.
It's just that now, I know I need to...
To make something out of it.
Something new.
We should've had a child.
You wouldn't be saying those things.
I would.
It wouldn't change a thing.
It was a choice we made. Honestly, I...
I don't regret it.
You can tell me now. You weren't at the hospital that night.
- Were you? - Of course, I was.
But not for an emergency.
You went to meet someone?
No, it wasn't an emergency.
Hi, there. How are you?
- How are you doing? - Good. Is this a bad time?
Not at all. We invited some lawyers to talk us through legal procedures.
- So, did you find him? - I didn't.
I ran out of leads.
Sorry. I know how hard it is.
It was a little late.
- Apparently. - I want to tell you something.
I'll see you later.
Do you mind if we get some privacy?
All right.
I know it wasn't you in the bathroom.
What makes you say that?
I was wrong.
I got confused.
I know it wasn't you.
My husband died there.
So I got things mixed up.
- Was someone locked in the bathroom? - Yes.
You know who it was?
It was me.
I'm sorry.
Well, see you.
See you soon.
- Sorry about last time. - No...
- Yes. - No, I'm sorry.
I wanted to call you, but...
Same here, but I didn't dare.
- Did you find him? - No.
Let's do it.
- Come on. - We're ghosts. No one will see us.
Go take a look.
How is it?
- It's lively, it's nice. - Excuse me.
Is it crowded?
Yes, but it's spacious.
Okay, let's go.
But I'll check the emergency exits.
They have to be somewhere, in case the bride changes her mind.
We need an escape plan. In case of disaster.
Look at the bride. Let's go.
Quite the atmosphere.
The music's calling to us. It's calling for us to...
Here goes.
- Coming? - No.
Come on.
- You okay? - A bit hot.
Gotta breathe.
Say...
I think we...
We need to make up for that night.
How?
I'd have waited for you until you came back from the bathroom.
To talk to you.
I'd have stood up.
Brought you a drink.
You'd have looked at me.
I would have made you laugh.
- And it would have worked? - Sure.
I'm a funny guy.
Sure, I think it would have worked.
We need to outwit fate.
I think.
I have a scar.
Me too.
I'm going.
Going where?
There's one last thing I have to do.
All right.
- See you later. - Yes.
Essé!
- Hi, there! How are you? - Hi.
Children, go get your snacks.
- You okay? - Yes.
I tried to call you, but the line was dead.
I have a new number.
You know, I...
I wrote a letter for Assane.
Do you have his address in Italy?
I heard he's not in Italy.
I think he came back.
- He did? Really? - Yes.
He works near the Eiffel Tower, apparently.
- Do you know this person? - I don't.
Sir, I'm looking for this person. Do you recognize him?
- No, I don't know him. - You don't either?
Hi. Can I get a coffee, please?
Sure.
- Here. - Thanks.
We walked for a long time, aimlessly.
He felt good, knowing I was alive somewhere.
And I felt exactly the same.
We were alive.
I was alive.
Thank you for holding my hand.
FOR JÉRÉMIE