Previously
So here are the beautiful statutes of our association.
I thought we could organize a great concert.
I still have two or three contacts.
Hi Vincent, it's Nicolas again...
That's a great story you've cooked up about Vincent.
- He wrote back? - You really thought I would believe it?
I know you've been convicted. Fraud, identity theft...
You can either go to the group's wall and write a nice message.
Or, I'll post your criminal record.
- You mustn't be faint of heart... - You're a monster.
While inspired by real-life events, this series is a work of fiction.
All personal circumstances are purely fictional.
MARCH 2016
OMG, you're crazy!
You scared me.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
But you guys left me some mess!
- Did you get home alright? - I got home. That's all I know.
And why didn't you answer your phone? I was worried.
You're not my mother.
Show some respect. I'm just doing my job.
Did you hear that?
It's Steve.
Hi, Steve!
Hey, girls!
- You OK? - Yeah.
Holy crap.
Sorry, I...
I crashed here. Lost track of the time.
I went overboard last night.
Are you drinking coffee?
Can you make me one, please?
No problem. And you can help us clean up.
You know what? Forget the coffee. I'm late.
I have to go.
Yeah, get lost. See you soon.
THE CONFIDANTE
He's got some nerve.
Something's bothering me. Not sure how to tell you.
Last night...
I heard him describing the SWAT team assault.
What do you mean?
He said the terrorists used him as a human shield.
But that's impossible.
He says he saw me come out into the street.
He couldn't have been inside during the assault.
I know.
Why would he say that?
To get some booty?
That's my guess.
If so, it's pretty revolting.
Here you go.
That's not the right design.
Let me see.
Mr. Shiwa promised me premium quality.
- This isn't it. - It's premium.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
I can take it all back. I don't care.
Back and forths won't work for me.
What will I tell my members?
He could have given me a discount.
He knows I'm short on cash.
Well...
OK.
I'll take them. I'm on the 6th floor.
It's doorstep delivery only.
- What? - It says so here.
Pain in my ass!
Dammit.
- Moving more stuff in? - Hi there.
Yeah.
- Need a hand? - Yes, please.
Careful, it's really heavy.
I bought T-shirts for the association.
I'm so glad. They'll love them!
- How many are in here? - 500.
My British designer friend made them.
Cool, huh?
Wait, I have a gift for you.
Take a pack.
I'll give you 10 for 100, and you take a cut.
A cut?
You pick your price.
You can sell for as much as you want.
See, it's nice cotton.
Check out the print.
What counts most is to support us.
Yeah, I got that part.
Alright, cool.
Chris?
It's Wednesday. My parents come back Saturday.
- So, you've got... - 4 months, I know.
I'm serious.
Look at that face!
Don't worry, I have a job now. I'll find a place in a jiffy.
You're going to miss me.
- There's no one like me. - Right.
- Saturday, Chris. - Don't worry.
- You still with Chris? - I left her at the office. You OK?
- So-so. A bit better. And you? - Lazing around.
- Play your guitar? - I can't be bothered.
- I only wish I could play mine. - Vincent? No reply?
Are you there? Are you mad at me?
This isn't good.
Hi, Isa from La Flèche d'Or.
Hello! Thanks for getting back to me.
No problem. How are you?
I'm fine.
Did you have time to listen to my message?
Excellent.
I'm sorry, we're booked through June.
I see.
That's too bad.
I'll keep that in mind and maybe get back to you.
That's dead.
How many bands?
We're ambitious. We want a really nice event.
Obviously,
the idea is something in the spirit of the Eagles.
Three bands. Half covers, half original music.
Most importantly, lots of survivors.
Who are musicians themselves, of course.
For now, I'd say 300 people.
Sorry, we can't do it.
From our estimates, with friends and relatives...
I guarantee it will be a great event.
It won't be possible, sorry.
Sorry, we're not available.
Not this time, maybe next time. We hope so.
Chris for Christelle,
and Blandin, as pronounced.
My number is 06-39-98-12-52.
I'm from the "Stand for Paris" non-profit.
I think I already said that.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Bye.
And... I love your work.
I'm such a loser!
Hi, Lulus!
Hey!
Thanks for calling back. I'm such a fan.
Sorry.
So, I contacted you because I'm organizing a concert.
March 27?
It's short notice... But, why not!
Hi everyone!
Our general assembly will now begin.
The first speaker will be
our first employee, Chris Blandin.
I can't hold her back anymore. She's raring to go.
So, go ahead.
I have some really, really big news.
So, friends, let's talk rock music.
Do you know Lulu Van Trapp?
Are they English? French?
Yes, I do.
I saw them at the Terre du Son festival.
Aren't they the soon-to-be best rock band in the world?
- Yes. - Do you have a video?
It's all ready to go. Get ready.
Here we go.
They're incredible live.
Have your Lulus said yes?
Better. They'll even help supervise and prep.
They'll bring all their friends,
and above all,
they're free on the 27th.
- March? - Yes.
Isn't that a bit soon?
It's short notice, Fabien, I agree.
But, it's a great date.
We have to lock it down quickly because I have a venue on board.
I've got two bands, maybe three.
The Lulus and ourselves.
So I really think...
we should go for it.
Thank you, Chris. It sounds great.
But the 27th is soon.
So we need to think about it.
Great. So...
I just want to say that it's totally doable.
We'll discuss it later.
It's a big deal. Let's not rush it.
Absolutely.
Moving along,
before we go through the agenda,
I'd like to discuss an upsetting subject.
I've spoken to some of you,
but I think everyone knows.
Someone in the association is perhaps a bit dishonest.
We're not here to judge Steve.
But he has a few versions of his November 13.
I didn't see or hear anything myself.
What do we do?
We have to be sure.
Sure about what?
If he's a liar, he has to go.
Right away.
What we do here is essential.
Can we find out if he filed a request with the Compensation Fund?
I can talk to the cops, but if we're wrong...
I don't think we're wrong, Léon.
I'm sorry, but I witnessed it twice.
The two versions didn't match.
So, what do we do?
You should call him.
Tell him the police contacted you
because of an issue with his phone location that night.
- What? - For example.
There's no way I'm going to bullshit him like that.
It's just a test.
Call him. See what he says.
He'll say something like,
"Someone stole it the day of the concert."
I bet my life.
Maybe he lost it, or it got stolen that day.
Yeah, right.
Have you never lost your phone?
- I'll call him. - No.
- I'm calling. - No.
- Too late. - Myriam!
- Hi, Myriam. - Hi, Steve. How's it going?
Yeah, fine.
What's up? What can I do for you?
I wanted to give you a heads-up.
About what?
You're under investigation.
A police investigation.
What for?
Your phone's location on the night of the 13th
doesn't match your story.
That makes sense.
I lost my phone that afternoon.
At Chateaudun.
I don't get it.
Don't the cops have anything better to do?
What the... This really pisses me off.
They'd be better off hunting for jihadists.
- OK, Steve... - This is such bullshit.
Gotta go.
OK, bye.
Trust is our #1 value.
We have to be irreproachable.
So...
I was with my cousin and her boyfriend, sitting across from me.
There, yes, I see.
We had just
ordered beers.
And this guy was there,
alone at the table right next to us, chain-smoking.
Actually, I was wondering if you...
Do you have the names of the people at the Carillon bar that night?
Only the police have a complete list of victims
from the various attacks.
It's airtight. It's called the ULV.
The unique list of victims.
But as an association, we meet a lot of people,
and hear a lot of stories.
What did this young man look like?
He had a little black hat.
And really white sneakers.
And a very cool face.
I thought he had a cool face.
What else can I say?
Do you remember if he had a beard?
Yes.
What about the color of his eyes?
He had blue eyes.
Alright.
Does that mean the apartment is available now?
That's great.
Yes, absolutely.
Three times the monthly rent.
It's perfect. Just perfect.
Can I give it to you later?
Thanks a lot. Bye.
I'm on my way to class.
- See you later. - Later.
Myriam. Wait.
Sorry, but I've been fighting with my computer all morning.
Some firewall problem with the Wi-Fi.
I can't send emails.
Go for it, take mine.
- Great, thanks. - My password is "Rock The Casbah".
The Clash or Rachid Taha?
Take a guess!
The number you dialed is no longer in service...
I'm surprised I didn't receive your quote.
You sent it to Myriam?
All right then, let me check.
Because I'd love to get
a few nice snippets
that we can share with people.
We're aiming for the 27th.
Does that work for you?
So, send me the quote.
I'll get back to you.
PAY SLIP
Great.
Perfect. Bye.
Where the hell is Myriam?
Where's Myriam?
I don't know, Steve. What's wrong?
- Where the hell is she? - Chill out!
- She's not here. - No?
- You know about this? - About what?
- The cops' investigation? - Cut the crap.
You think I'm stupid? You think I don't get it?
You just don't have the balls to ask me to my face.
That bitch took me for a fool.
Calm down, Steve.
Bring it down a notch.
Or I'll call the cops myself!
Is that what you want?
Where were you the night of November 13?
I've been here from the start.
I have my faults.
Yeah, I drink too much, but I swear...
I swear I'm doing my best.
And all this is important to me.
Answering people's calls at 3 AM.
It's important. Understand?
- Did you know? - Yes.
It's me, guys! Say something!
I'm sorry, Steve. It's over.
Go. Please.
Yeah, it's better this way.
Pathetic.
I never want to see this again in our organization.
Everyone OK?
He scared me.
It'll be fine.
Chris?
Come on, Chris.
Hi Myriam, are you there?
I can't sleep...
Too much pain.
Where will I sleep tonight? Open up!
Myriam, are you there?
Have you spoken to Léon today?
Why?
No reason.
We're meeting at City Hall.
Oh, right.
What about drinks with the officials?
We're meeting up right before.
But you're running it, right?
What's going on?
Well...
I'm up shit's creek.
What do you mean?
I'm in debt.
My design business hasn't taken off.
I was living at my mom's.
Now, I have to leave the dump I'm in.
I'm looking for a rental but I have no collateral.
Why don't you crash in my room for a few days?
Listen, when I used your computer yesterday,
I copied my pay slip and changed my salary.
Léon caught me. That's why he wants to talk to you.
Right, your "firewall problem"?
I'll resign today, as I should...
Stop it!
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm really sorry.
Trust, my ass.
I'm hiding things from you too.
You are?
Vincent and I speak a lot.
Your Vincent.
I see.
We talk about music.
He tells me about the bands he likes.
I show him some of my music.
Your music?
Yeah. Bits and pieces.
Songs I wrote.
It does me good.
I'd like to hear it too!
I'm a little jealous.
I'll speak to Léon.
It'll be fine for your pay slips.
Shit creeker.
Thank you.
And I'm really sorry.
No more bullshit between us.
Alright?
Who wants to help me paint?
- Me! - Great, thanks.
- Who wants to help me paint? - Me!
Thanks, Renaud!
I'll take one!
Anyone for painting over here?
- A little help? - No, thanks.
- I'm not very handy. - OK.
I won't insist today.
Who wants to help me paint?
Wonderful!
- Excuse me. I'll take one. - Here you go.
You're Chris?
Yes, that's me.
I'm Jeanne Dumonier.
From Paris Match ! Of course.
I'm delighted to meet you.
Everyone's talking about you.
I know you want to keep a low profile. I've been told several times.
But I have a job to do.
And I can't do a 6-page spread on the association
without mentioning you.
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
I'm sure you can.
Will you call me?
So we can discuss?
You don't give up!
- I'll go paint. - OK, thanks.
So, Miss Movie Star,
can I buy you a kebab later?
Your appetite's back?
Shit creeker food.
You won't let it go, will you?
- We'll see. - Help out a little.
Here are the brand-new pins I made this morning.
Hey, Julie!
Pins made with my own little hands.
Everyone gets one.
Fabien.
Excuse me. I...
I wanted to talk to you about something kind of awkward.
But it comes from a place of love.
A place of love?
What are you talking about?
Well...
I had a chat with a member.
She was at the Carillon on the 13th.
She was sitting on the terrace.
At the next table was a guy sitting alone.
I have to go.
Wait.
This guy was wearing a hat and sneakers.
Yeah, so?
This girl, she was...
really touching.
I think she wonders if, despite this nightmare,
something good may have happened.
Like meeting someone special.
- I have a picture of her. - Dammit, Chris!
- What? - Can you leave me alone, please?
Won't you just look at her picture?
I never saw her.
- Fabien! - I said I never saw her.
You were at the Carillon. You always wear a hat.
I wasn't there. Happy now?
Fabien, wait. Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, wait up. - No, stop.
What's going on?
Nothing. Forget it.
No, let's avoid drama tonight.
Tell me.
OK.
About the pay slips, I'm sorry,
- Myriam said she'd talk to you first. - Stop.
You shouldn't have involved the association.
And that's really not the only problem.
Let's talk in your office.
Come, please.
Tell me what happened with Fabien.
He just told me he wasn't at the Carillon.
What?
"I wasn't there." That's what he just told me.
Whatever.
Who cares, the problem is Chris.
Fabien was at the Carillon.
His brain shut down when the attack began.
He remembers nothing.
It's a neurological survival reflex.
He was there. But in a way, he wasn't.
Why didn't he tell me?
Why should he? He owes you nothing.
Can I still apologize or will I look too stupid?
Leave it alone for now.
The cops called after talking to the compensation fund.
Steve did file a claim,
but he never showed for the appointments.
So, he didn't collect any aid.
Since lying isn't illegal, nothing will happen to him.
All that drama wasn't necessary.
Well, fine.
We're not cowboys.
We do things by the book,
in collaboration and with my approval.
Anything else?
Yeah, the T-shirts, for example.
It's very cool. I know you mean well. I do.
But I have a budget and public funding.
This expense isn't an issue, on the contrary.
But I need a contract between the association
and your guy in London.
Fine.
We'll do it your way.
What are you doing?
I'm forwarding you the invoice.
If this thing ever turns on.
It's real slow.
You'll take care of it tomorrow.
Do it tomorrow.
About the concert...
You wanted to know if we can confirm the date.
Yes.
Let's do it.
That's wonderful.
Wow, amazing!
This might be a bit much for me to handle right now.
The finance people are waiting.
Chris, no initiatives without my green light.
Yes, of course.
I'm too old. No more hot sauce for me.
Come on.
You always wear makeup?
Always.
You have to look nice.
So tell me... Vincent...
About his band...
I can't find anything online.
He says they sucked.
Well, that sums it up.
Vincent never believed in himself.
And like an idiot, I believed for two, even four.
Was he your boyfriend or not?
No.
He was a brother. Really.
Maybe he was right.
He didn't have what it takes.
On the other hand,
he was great at sniffing out those who did.
Like who?
If he says you're talented, you can believe him.
He should have been a producer.
He'd have hit the jackpot.
Hold on, it's Frank. The director of the concert venue.
Hello, Frank.
Tomorrow afternoon? Sure.
How about now?
I'm serious. We're in a cute restaurant nearby.
We're finishing up drinks and dessert. We can be there in ten.
See you.
- I'm not done. - Finish the fries and that junk.
Let's go!
Who are you?
- Hello. - Chris?
- Right? - That's me.
- Kiss on the cheek? - Sure.
Delicious.
So the opening band is the Lulus with members of the association?
That's right.
I'm still putting the band together.
Don't look at me like that. I said no.
- I can't hear you. - I said no.
And Léon?
- You know him? - Not personally.
We all saw him on TV.
He's a tough guy.
It's easier for him.
- Why? - Because he's a hero.
- You didn't know? - No.
He doesn't talk about it.
He's the one who smashed the drop ceilings.
He helped loads of people hide.
I can't say as much.
Myriam?
Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm good.
Pretty good, in fact.
You alright?
I wasn't there.
My best friend was there. He got shot.
I'm sorry.
Vincent, my Vincent, taught me the difference between
a distortion and a fuzz pedal.
Between a Peavey and a Marshall tube amp!
Between a real musician and a joker.
What's a real musician?
Right now, on the spot?
Let's say... Steve Albini.
Impressive.
Respect.
Big Black or Shellac period?
Pigface, Rapeman,
all of them.
Léon Baquet, from "Stand for Paris".
- Can I speak to the head physician? - Just a moment.
- Come in. - Thank you.
Are you sure?
Vincent Ramiot?
Two women came in.
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