PREVIOUSLY
[sirens blare]
CHRIS: It's Vincent.
He was at the Bataclan and he took two bullets.
I'm Phillipe's girlfriend
NURSE: I told you not to come back here
until you sorted things out with his parents.
Insomnia. If anyone need to talk.
So, last time we met, we mentioned the idea of forming an association
to structure all of this a bit more.
Victor told me you tore up one of his drawings.
You have until three.
Fuck, Mom!
I can't force you to stop, but I can't be your accomplice.
OFFICER: Did you enter the venue before the concert started?
Yes.
While inspired by real-life events, this series is a work of fiction.
All personal circumstances are purely fictional.
JANUARY 2016
I am so happy to be writing this.
Vincent came out of his coma last night!
He has been transferred to the progressive care unit!
Huge thanks to the medical team!
Vincent, we can't wait to hear from you!
It's just a temporary measure, of course.
Just the time needed to review my file.
How about you? Are you holding up?
It's funny because the first few times I went to rock concerts,
my mother constantly feared for my safety.
OFFICER: Mm-hmm.
That's why we should always listen to our mothers.
Mm.
How much cash are we talking about?
3,000.
- 3,000? - Mm-hmm.
That's quite an amount.
I'm really sorry to bother you with legalities, yeah?
- Yes. - Also just a quick policy note.
The law gives us 14 days to cash in checks
to allow time for verification.
Um...
Well, I really don't understand,
- because it's a government agency. - Mm-hmm.
I mean, you see here, it says,
"Compensation Fund for victims of terrorism so..."
We apply a verification procedure to all atypical accounts.
In particular, for customers, or a customer,
who has already used forged checks.
- Mr. Girardin, I've made mistakes. - [chuckles]
But I've paid my debt.
I understand that.
But screening procedures are decided at head office level.
- Yeah. - Besides,
you won't receive any additional compensation
until your case has been cleared by an expert.
Unless, of course...
your claim is ultimately rejected.
I have an appointment with a psychologist from the Victims' Fund
on the 16th, to tell them what happened.
I don't know what more I can do.
Do you know how many victims there were at the Bataclan?
- 90, I believe. - 91.
Since last Thursday.
Diane Casaro, 29, a survivor from the pit.
She hid in the garden shed at her parents' house...
and slit her wrists.
Her mother is very active
in the Stand for Paris group and I talk to her every night.
Then I can also tell you about Armand Morin,
who tells me about his pregnant wife who died before his very eyes.
Mr. Girardin...
I'm pretty much homeless.
So what I'd like is to be able to be available
for a victims' organization that needs me.
Can you understand that?
1,500, no higher.
THE CONFIDANTE
Hello?
Hello, Cédric? I'm in the courtyard right now.
CÉDRIC: Look up.
Look up.
- Oh! - It's up there.
- It's on the 6th floor. - Oh, OK.
OK. [chuckles softly]
- CÉDRIC: You OK? - [pants] Yeah.
Sorry about the elevator.
- You could've given me a hand. - Right this way.
Um... so, this is the apartment I saw in the photos?
Well, yeah.
OK.
Well, in that case, 65 isn't cheap.
What? Are you kidding me or what?
No, I just seen a really cute apartment downtown,
but you forgot to mention the lack of elevator.
You forgot to mention it's poorly insulated.
You forgot to mention that it's very damp.
I'm sorry, but it's a lot of things you forgot to mention.
Yeah, but at the same time, I'm paying the electric bill.
Sure.
Well, except with a toaster like that I won't be getting too hot, huh?
- Um... - [grunts softly]
Uh, how about 55?
40.
- [chuckles] What? - And I'll pay for a month upfront.
Uh, three weeks.
Why?
I'm not sure exactly when my folks will be back, so...
OK.
Three weeks it is, then.
My Vincent, the great warrior! I never doubted you.
You wouldn't have forgiven me if I had. Madly thinking of you!
Hi Vincent, so happy to hear you're back among the living.
Keep fighting! Myriam
Hi, everyone, it's Vincent!
Many thanks for your kind messages.
I'm working hard to get back on my feet.
And, Chris, a huge thanks for your support!
[rock music plays in background]
- Jean-Michel? - Yeah?
- You OK? - Yeah. I'm OK.
- Did you contact the Victims' Fund? - No.
- But I'm not interested. - OK.
Um, you know it's worth thinking about because being compensated...
Yeah, yeah, but that wasn't why I wanted to join at all.
- CHRIS: Yeah, but... - No, no, thank you.
It's not about money for me.
The guard who opened the emergency exits
along the way, have you identified him?
Yes.
- Is he alright? - Yes.
He's still traumatized, but otherwise OK.
When I reached the boulevard,
I looked back one last time towards Amelot Passage.
And him...
I saw him heading back inside.
Could you give this to him?
Yes. I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
[exhales]
Are you doing OK?
- Yeah, we are. - Because we're only talking about me.
EMILIE: All you have to do is file a complaint at the police station.
To go and see the Victims' Fund?
- That's right. - Oh.
They'll open a file for you and give you a down payment.
- Right away? - Yes, right away.
Then begins the process of evaluating your case,
including an interview with an expert psychiatrist.
You'll have to retell what you went through at the Bataclan.
It's a very important appointment.
And there's usually only one.
Do you still have the ticket?
Uh, for the concert? I received it by email, so...
But they don't ask for it!
EMILIE: Yes. Yes, they do.
Are you sure?
I spoke to the people in charge yesterday.
It's a requirement now.
OK.
In the heart of darkness,
there are people capable of redeeming all of humanity.
Thank you, Jean-Michel.
Yes. Hi, Jean-Michel.
Yes, this is Chris from Stand for Paris.
I'm sorry to bother you. Is it a good time?
OK. Well, listen. I'll be really quick.
It's just, actually, we've had a few problems lately.
And, as a result, to join the association,
we're requesting a proof of good faith.
So, it could be the Eagles' concert ticket, for example.
Yes. Alright.
Can I ask you to be so kind as to send it to us?
Yes.
Alright.
That's great.
Well, listen, shall I send you my personal email?
[sighs]
Oh, finally!
[softly] OK.
[printer whirs]
[music: "Fier de ne rien faire"]
You know, they really are the fathers of punk rock in France. [chuckles]
Oh, man, how I pissed off my mother with this song! [laughs]
Stiv Bators!
Now, him, totally crazy, but extremely brilliant!
The guy even pretended to hang himself on stage, OK?
And once,
- I kid you not, he almost died. - [both laugh]
[music: "Dancing with Myself"]
Oh, yeah! I know that song.
But that's not punk, though.
Yeah, it's punk, but radio punk.
Accessible punk, you may say.
It's about a guy who feels alone in a crowd,
alone on a dance floor.
Actually, it's really all about our loneliness, our disasters,
all of our...
- Everything OK? - No, it's Nico.
He's downstairs. He's asking me for the new code.
[sighs] Fuck, he's a pain. I gave him the keys.
So are you back together?
[groans softly]
I'm so sorry. You were saying?
No, no, no. Nothing, nothing. I was done.
I'll leave now. Don't worry about it.
So, in the end, we didn't do much work.
But you know it's all good for tomorrow.
- Mm. - We're fine.
Regarding all the legal stuff,
- I'm not ready. - [door opens]
- Don't worry. - OK.
[door closes, keys jangle]
Hello.
- Hello. - EMILIE: Nicolas, this is Chris.
- You OK? - How are you, sweetie?
Fine.
- You want something to drink? - NICOLAS: No, I'm good.
Did I interrupt?
Um, no, well, Chris and I were talking about punk
and we got sidetracked by Billy Idol.
"Dancing with Me".
-"Myself". [laughs] - EMILIE: Oh, no!
- Shit. - CHRIS: [laughs] Yes. Never mind.
OK. Um, going to leave you to it.
OK. You sure?
You're exhausted, girl.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Do you want me to take you home?
Oh, no, no, no. It's OK because...
- No, it's fine. - It's OK. I don't mind.
I'm parked down here.
- Oh, it's OK. - I'm happy to.
Well, uh...
OK. [chuckles]
How's your friend doing?
Well, since he woke up, it's been better.
[sighs]
Not great, but better.
Yeah. That's what Emilie told me.
Mm.
[sighs] Well, in any case, Vincent, he's a fighter.
Good for him.
He's into music, right?
Yeah.
Emilie told the name of his band. It's, um...
The Dancing Rats?
- [chuckles] No! - What?
It's the Rising Rats!
Sorry. My mistake.
And it's over? I mean, they split up?
Oh, yeah. It's been a while.
Somehow, we're a bit alike, you and me.
- We're indirect victims. - Yeah, we are.
I mean, we're trying to help them. You with your friend.
Me with Emilie.
We know what it's like to be real victims.
- It's here, isn't it? - Yeah, right there.
- Yeah. - OK.
That's good.
- Is this your place? - No.
I've just been renting a little Airbnb for the moment.
Because I'm off to Los Angeles next.
- On vacation? - No.
To Fred's, my boyfriend.
He's a sound engineer.
Well, alright, um...
Thanks for the ride.
- You know, it's not easy for Victor. - Mm.
It hurts to see your kid grow up like that all of a sudden.
Listen, uh, what happened the first night you came to my place?
Did Emilie tell you about it?
No, Victor told me,
and then afterwards Emilie explained what you'd told her.
[sighs] Yeah. Well, I was...
really clumsy.
Really stupid.
But you didn't really mean to tear up his drawing?
Of course, I didn't.
And if he hadn't listened, would you have done it?
- No! - Of course not.
Victor got scared. Doesn't want to see you.
So...
if you didn't threaten him, what was he afraid of?
You know what? I'm going to be honest with you.
I don't trust you.
I'm like a dog. I need to sniff people out.
Especially with Emilie, and especially right now.
You and Emilie are part of an organization.
In that context, you got to do things together.
But apart from than that... it's over.
Do you understand?
- Is that clear? - Yeah, I understand.
- Is that clear? - Yes, very clear.
- OK, thank you. Good night. - Yeah, good night.
[sighs]
[beeping]
Fuck.
[breathes unevenly]
[knocking]
- CÉDRIC: Yo! - Oh. Hi.
I tested this one. It's oil filled and heats right up.
Oh, yeah, Great! Thanks a lot. [chuckles]
It's OK. I'll manage.
Um, actually, I wanted to say that I didn't tell you because...
[exhales]
Actually, I've got this really great mate,
who came with his cousin to this party, end of August and...
Well, he was at the Bataclan, too.
Your friend's cousin?
And at the party, I didn't say much to him.
All I think I said to him was, "Hi, how are you?"
Uh-huh.
And to me, that "Hi, how are you" really feels like it was yesterday.
Actually, and...
And for him, well... well, it's all over.
[sighs]
I see.
Anyway, Parisians near and far, we all know someone who was there.
Those bastards have turned Paris into a village.
You're right about that.
[chuckles]
Well...
- I'm not far away if you ever... - Yeah, alright.
- On the fourth floor to the left. - Yeah, thanks a lot.
- Good night. - You too.
[grunts]
Urgent! Call every day.
I lost the life I had.
Got in touch on Dec 16th.
They became friends.
Call once a week.
Hello everyone!
If anyone needs to talk, you know where to reach me!
[computer dings]
1 new message from Myriam.
How'd it go? Answer anytime. No stress.
The therapist was happy, so was I!
Chris was there.
She managed to...
She managed to make me laugh with all her stories.
She's crazy.
She's crazy!
[exhales softly]
If that's what it takes to visit you, I can be nuts, too ;-)
[laughs]
Mm.
Let's wait for the day when I'm presentable ;-)
I'm presentable.
And you?
Feeling good?
- [computer dings] - [chuckles]
In my room. Bored to death.
Photo?
[computer dings]
Well...
What's... with the guitar?
What's with the guitar? You play?
A little.
[playing upbeat tune on guitar]
[Myriam grunts softly]
[singing in Arabic]
So, here you can see the beautiful statutes of our organization!
- STEVE: Awesome. - [all cheer and whoop]
Surprisingly approved by the competent authorities.
- STEVE: Cool! - AMAIA: Amazing!
LÉON: Great. Well, that's that. We've got our structure,
but there's more to come.
We've got a lot of questions to ask ourselves.
The first, how do we do things right?
For that, we need resources and the resources are...
- ALL: Cash. - FABIEN: That's right
[chuckles] I've already spoken to some of you about this.
We have different possibilities from, uh...
We're hardly changing anything.
The core is the good old Facebook group
and then it's up to those who are available to help.
By the way, Farid...
Farid, who's here, is happy to welcome us as much as needed.
We can receive people, hold appointments.
- Thank you very much, Farid. - ALL: Thank you, Farid.
FARID: You're very welcome.
And we have to make sure we have our own official website,
well-managed, with internal forums,
premises for a psychologist's office, a legal office,
and one, maybe two employees.
We already talked about it, but I think it would be good
to stop working as amateurs.
Yeah, I agree. If we want to keep going,
I mean, I think we all want to do this seriously.
Uh, who would you do it with?
Well, we're in luck because we have someone like Emilie,
who welcomes and guides new people with Chris.
We've also got Myriam, who's already got a lot experience
with organizations in admin and secretarial work.
I've only done two seasons at Les Vieilles Charrues.
Two? Only two? Well, I've got zero.
- On stage? - No, no, no!
I helped out with all the boring stuff, like invoices and salaries.
STEVE: It's not boring.
So right now, we've got a meeting on the 19th at Paris City Hall,
on the 26th at the Ministry of Justice,
and on the 3rd, at the Regional Council.
The three big offices.
For the time being, Léon and I have no reason to think
we won't get the support.
That's right. We're certain about it, but we don't know to what extent.
Emilie has drawn up a provisional budget for us.
I'd say that with the premises and two employees,
we'd never be under $160,000 a year,
- which is quite normal in France. - AMAIA: That's right.
But it begs the question. Do we want to depend solely on public money?
- I don't think so. - I agree. It's really important.
- I think we shouldn't depend... - LÉON: I think we all agree.
That's great, but to have that freedom, we need solutions.
Chris, I think you have a proposal.
Yes. I've thought of something
that could obviously be a bit of a delicate subject to some...
Anyway, here goes.
I thought we could organize a great concert.
We negotiate a percentage on the refreshments.
And if it works, we'll do some more.
- STEVE: Yeah, I love it. It's great. - No, not a concert.
All the people I've talked to about it are really into it,
even the ones that said, "I'll never set foot in a concert hall again."
Me, for example.
And do you know how you're going to organize it all?
The venue? The band? What do you have in mind?
As some of you know, I worked in that field for a while.
Well, it was a long time ago, and mostly in London,
but I still have two or three contacts.
And I think I can... I can help out with that.
And is true that you've already met Iggy Pop?
- [exhales] - STEVE: What?
Wow. Jesus, Emilie.
STEVE: Wait. What are you talking about? What's the story?
Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.
Go on, Chris.
No, no, this isn't the time at all.
BILAL: Yes, it is! Of course it is. Your cover's blown.
QUENTIN: Yes, yes, people want to know.
Well, anyway, I was in Manchester, in the street,
in front of the international tour.
And there were a few of us just waiting there.
You know, way far in the back.
And I could see that the hall was almost completely empty, you know.
Well, technicians were going by and so on.
And then, all of a sudden...
I see him. He's five feet away.
And then he just glanced right at us.
And I got the impression that it's towards me he's looking at.
And then something crazy happens.
He swivels 90 degrees
and starts walking straight toward us,
to the point, I got scared. [chuckles]
I start thinking, "What's going on?"
And then he goes through the security area
and seriously, he opens his arms like this,
and he says to me, "Hey, girl. What's your name?"
[laughter]
I was completely flabbergasted.
I feel like I'm having a heart attack and I say something like,
"My name is Chris. Hi."
[chuckles] And then goes, "Hey, you're so special Chris."
And then he takes me in his arms and he gives me a monster hug!
And it lasts... I don't know, two or three really long seconds.
[gasps]
The hug...
[blows lips] And he just pulls away.
He turns around, leaves and disappears.
- [all muttering] - STEVE: Crazy.
- [chuckling] - I've stopped showering ever since.
And that was back in '96.
[chattering, chuckling]
[applause]
[tapping keyboard]
The Raising Rats
[horns honking]
[background chattering, laughter]
[sighs]
[grunts softly]
CHRIS: Look. Bastien's parents are here.
Mm?
[sighs]
OK. I'm afraid I'll forget things.
No, no, no. Don't worry. It'll be fine.
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
[phone dings]
Hi, Vincent. My name is Nicolas.
I'm Emilie's boyfriend, who works with Chris.
How are you? Are you holding up?
[inhales sharply]
- Um, Farid? - Yeah, what is it?
Could you make us two coffees, please?
Sure, right away.
[background chattering]
Hey, everyone
Big news!
I've just been admitted to a rehabilitation center
close to my folks
in the Limousin area.
Thanks.
Kisses to you all.
[singing in French]
Mom, you OK?
I'm fine.
- You look tired. - A little.
But that's OK, sweetheart.
I wish I had a buddy like that.
Huh?
I'm talking about Vincent and Chris.
He's liked all of her posts for the past ten years.
Did you see he's leaving Paris?
Yeah, I saw his post. That's cool.
I looked up his band, The Rising Rats.
Couldn't find it.
Could you ask Chris what Vincent's last name is?
Why do you want to know anyway?
Nothing. I just want to listen.
[chuckles softly]
Put in contact on Jan 13th.
- Ms. Blandin? - Yes.
Please come in.
OK.
Um...
I was...
near the bar. Um...
Not far from the door, when...
Um...
Ms. Blandin?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Tell me, were you waiting for your friend to get there?
Yeah, I was, but, um, she didn't show up.
And do you know why?
Because her babysitter had stood her up.
And saved her.
So, you were near the bar?
Yeah. [breathes unsteadily] Yes.
[breathes unsteadily]
Actually, I wanted to get around the bar,
um, but by that time,
there were already too many people trying to hide underneath and...
And...
I wanted to get around the bar...
So, I didn't know what to do anymore.
[stutters] I was completely paralyzed.
And it was right at that moment when my eyes met his...
He was one of the...
Mm-hmm.
[softly] When my eyes met his...
Anyway, I remember him because he looked like my first boyfriend.
A really nice guy.
With very soft eyes...
very beautiful and sweet.
[Chris breathes shakily]
And...
And that's when you started running?
Um, yeah. Um...
Well, actually, I don't remember how far I got,
but I do remember that I fell down and...
[inhales sharply]
laid on the ground.
[stutters] I couldn't move.
I could hear the shots.
Right leg.
My right leg was completely pinned...
under...
[inhales sharply]
[breathes heavily]
[pants, sobs softly]
other people...
who weren't moving at all anymore.
I pulled hard.
All of a sudden... I was sucked into the crowd.
Because there was a security guard who opened the emergency doors.
I remember this. The sudden crowd movement,
all of a sudden when they were reloading.
I found myself in the alley and started running.
I don't know where to go, because they were shooting everywhere.
And everyone was doing what I was doing, except the security guard.
[breathes shakily] When I looked back, he...
[breathes shakily] He...
[sobs softly]
I saw him enter the venue again.
[sobs, sniffles]
And now I know what courage is.
Because, in the midst of that nightmare,
that man...
not only did he save lives,
but also a certain idea of humanity.
And when I think of that man, I tell myself...
[breathes shakily]
not to break down.
Thank you, Ms. Blandin.
[phone dings]
Hi, Vincent. It's Nicolas again...
Could you please call me back?
I'd like to talk to you.
[knocking]
- Yo! All good? - Hey. Yeah. Come in. Come in.
Have a seat. Do you want something to drink?
- No, I don't have much. - Oh.
So, you need something?
Yeah. You know Vincent, my musician friend?
Yeah, of course.
He used to be in a band
and there's a journalist who wants to do a book on glam rock
and all the movements that were inspired by it.
- G... Glam what? - Glam rock.
Don you know it?
David Bowie, uh, Kiss, T. Rex, Queen!
- Well, not so much. - OK. So, anyway...
So, um, this guy's harassing my buddy
- who's just out of the hospital. - What an asshole!
Well, he doesn't know about the Bataclan,
- because Vincent won't talk about it. - Oh.
And I'd like you to call this guy and pretend to be Vincent.
Because the more Vincent ignores him,
the more he insists.
He's a real pain and won't let him go.
And my buddy just needs some peace and quiet, you know.
So, I figure, for you, it's no big deal.
And for him, it'll be a...
a huge relief.
Isn't that a bit too much?
Well, um, you know, it's just a voicemail.
Hi, this is Vincent. I got your messages.
But I'm sorry. This really isn't a good time for me.
I'll call you back. Bye.
Yeah, I think it's clear.
Yeah, yeah, I guess it is. [chuckles]
But actually, could you just do it so you sound a bit more out of it?
Oh, like a little stoned?
No, no, no, out of it, like from the hospital.
You know, more...
Sit down. You know, something more relaxed.
Put the phone like this. Yeah.
Hello, this is Vincent. I got your messages...
There you go. Yeah, it's great like that.
That's it. Something more...
But... uh, will he call back?
- Vincent? - Yeah. He says he'll call him back.
- Well, no, I don't think so. - Mm.
- Why? - Well...
If you say... I mean, if I say, "Maybe I'll call you back..."
Hm?
So the guy doesn't expect anything. He knows it's dead.
Maybe means never, but at the same time, it's not aggressive.
It's not that I don't want to see him. It's just that I can't, huh?
- Yeah, yes, absolutely. - You think so?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do that.
[grunts softly] And what if he answers?
Well, it's midnight now. An unknown number, well...
Should he pick up, you just hang up right away.
- OK. OK. OK. - OK?
- Are you ready? - Yeah.
I'm calling. Go ahead.
[phone buzzes]
Voicemail, voicemail.
Hi there. This is Vincent. I'm, uh...
I'm sorry. We're not going to be able to see each other.
I'm really not up to it, but maybe I'll call you back.
Goodbye.
- [whispers] Hang up. Hang up. - [chuckles]
- That was great! - Was it good?
- It was great. - I improvised like crazy.
It was amazing. Good job
- [chuckles] - Cool.
Awesome. [chuckles]
However you must absolutely change your voicemail message now.
Put, "Leave me a message. I'll call you back."
- Neutral. OK? - [nervous chuckle]
Shall we do it now?
I... I'll do it in a little bit.
Oh. Don't you want to do it now, though?
I'll do it as soon as I get downstairs.
- Come on! - I'll do it. I promise.
- You'll forget. - No, I won't.
I'll do it as soon as I get downstairs.
OK.
Oh, wait, um...
He may call you from a number other than his own.
So, if you see an unknown number, just don't answer it.
How long is this going to last?
You're an angel, Cédric.
- [phone dings] - Vincent's going to write you a song.
OK. That's cool.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Good night. - Yeah.
[phone dings]
[exhales]
[gasps]
[breathes shakily]
[softly] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Excuse me, sir. Could you just drive faster?
Emilie, it's Chris.
[sighs]
I came as fast as I could.
The head doctor said that a heart attack
was among the post-traumatic after-effects.
[sighs]
I had no idea.
It's like a poison inside you.
What about Nicolas?
He went to drop Victor at his parents' house.
I'm going to step back from the organization.
I just can't. [sobs softly]
I understand.
For the meeting at the ministry...
would you mind going in my place?
Um...
Well...
I mean... uh...
It's not really my thing.
I'd feel better if you were there.
It's not technical. Just put pressure on them.
- [groans softly]. - OK, then.
[chuckles]
I hope we get the money.
The other day,
we were saying that if we could pay someone...
obviously it would be you.
If you agree, of course.
[chuckles softly]
Yeah.
Yes.
Thank you for everything, Chris.
[exhales]
NICOLAS: Chris!
Why are you running away?
Chris!
What's the matter? What are you afraid of?
Are you scared of me?
What did I tell you? You don't belong here.
Well, yeah, but I do what I want.
Your story about Vincent's great.
As soon as I write to him,
he comes out of his coma and has to leave Paris.
And then that teen who leaves me a voicemail...
You really think I'm an idiot?
I didn't know you were writing to him.
He wrote back?
I've family working for the state.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I know you've been convicted... fraud, identity theft...
- And then I killed little Grégory. - Why don't you shut the fuck up?
You're going to stop with Emilie. Got it?
Keeping her in your stupid dreams.
Dangling government money.
Urging her to stop working. You got two options...
You can either go to the group's wall and write a nice message,
explaining that it's heart-breaking for you, but you have to leave,
because your boyfriend is waiting for you in the states,
or I'll post your criminal record.
Get lost.
Go on! Get lost!
- Are you OK? - Mm-hmm.
[door opens]
Follow me, please.
In fact, for us, the greatest difficulty
is to safeguard the amounts allocated over a minimum of three years,
bearing in mind that the town hall's budget has just been voted.
So, if we're being realistic, in year one,
this ministry will probably have to make a bigger effort.
And when I look at your document in detail,
for example, line four, page two...
you propose 27,000.
That's really on the high side, requesting a change of procedure,
involving validation by the Ministry of Finance.
In layman's terms, what does this mean?
It means that it may take longer.
So, either you cut back a little to below the 20,000 mark,
or you reallocate the extra to overhead.
Maybe we could work it out with the region, right?
[woman official] Yes, well, possibly.
In fact, it's the global view,
because we have the same problem with the insurance quote.
Excuse me, but I just feel like we're starting off on the wrong foot here.
- What do you mean by that? - Well, excuse me, but to me
- this just seems like petty haggling. - Easy.
- No, but...
We're just trying to fully understand your operating budget.
- LÉON: Of course. - Yes and what you're haggling over,
I remind you, are injured, or survivors, or dead, so...
- Not like this. - What? What's wrong?
- Don't talk like that. - No, but it's true. I don't get it.
We're talking about victims, people who are suffering pain.
We're trying to understand how we can help them.
and you're talking about lines and thresholds.
I'm trying to remind you who's behind these figures. Victims.
Yes, I think everyone is aware of that.
I... I suggest that we take a five-minute break.
What do you say to people who can't get out of their homes, for example?
Or those who can't sleep?
That they need to work it out with the region, sir? Is that it?
No, because there's a whole community out there
waiting for support, so, it's not complicated.
If you like, I can let people know how you see things.
- We know a lot of journalists. - Christelle, come on. Stop that!
It's not that complicated. It's up to you.
- Of course it is. Excuse us. - No problem.
[exhaling]
- Are you crazy? - We're being eaten alive.
We just need to turn up the heat.
What the hell? What are you doing now?
I'm posting, tweeting. There's no way I'm letting this go.
- Stop it right now. Stop it. - What?
We came here to negotiate. You blame them for negotiating.
This is public funds. Thank God they check figures.
But I know these people! They're trying to shortchange us.
What the hell are you talking about? You're delirious.
You're delirious. What people?
Listen, now, just go home.
- And I'll handle this with Myriam. - Wait, Léon.
I said go home.
Jesus.
[door bangs]
[breathes heavily]
[phone dings, buzzes]
Chris... You were too harsh for my liking. But it worked!
They're supporting us and more than expected!
I'll call you tomorrow.
Best, Léon.
VICTOR: Really? You can play the electric guitar?
NICOLAS: I can even play it with my feet.
But he played with his teeth, behind his back.
VICTOR: Can you show me at home?
NICOLAS: Sure can. I'll show you.
Hello, Victor.
Hey, look. I've got something for you.
- You like it? - Can you climb in the car, Victor.
- It won't take long, son. - OK.
See you in a minute, munchkin.
What the hell are you doing here?
I thought I told you to disappear.
[chuckles]
We got started on the wrong foot, Nicolas.
No, no, no, you a nuts.
[chuckles]
I called Emilie. I'm going to go and see her later.
You know, I think she really needs me.
And I think that she needs to quit this shitty fucking job
and get the fuck out of Paris.
Really, she to move to the countryside.
She needs to be in nature with animals.
Because, for little Victor,
it's so important to have a mom= who's happy and available.
[sighs]
Well, then... now, Nicolas, you've got two options.
[sneering chuckle]
Either you do what you said...
- and you execute your threat. - Mm-hmm.
But if so, you better play it straight,
without asking too many questions.
Even if you do realize afterwards,
you've made a bloody spectacle out of nothing.
For Emilie, on the other hand, it'll be quite a shock.
I don't know what you think, Nicolas, but...
I don't think it's... for those with a weak heart.
You're a monster.
[chuckles]
If not, you've got another choice...
which is that I forget Emilie...
and you forget me.
That works, right?
Well, it's up to you now.
[door opens]
- Are you OK? - Mm-hmm.
Chris and I agreed we'd have lunch when I got out.
What is it? She can't?
She's with a young member who's not well, so...
She's always so involved.
She's a good person.
We needed someone like her for the organization.
For sure.
I don't want to hear about the Bataclan anymore.
I want out of it all.
[exhales]
I'm here for you.
[chuckles]
Subtitling: Iyuno