So here you can see the beautiful statutes of our organization.
-Yeah! Awesome! -[cheering]
I thought that we could organize a great concert.
I still have two or three contacts.
Hi, Vincent, Nicolas again.
NICOLAS: Your story about Vincent's great.
-He wrote back? -You really think I'm an idiot.
I know that 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.
It's not for those with a weak heart.
-You're a monster. -[sighs]
Although inspired by real events,
this series is an original work of fiction.
All characters and events depicted in this series are entirely fictitious.
MARCH 2016
[bottles clanking]
STILL STANDING
PEACE
BATACLAN
[squealing]
Fuck, you idiot!
You scared the hell out of me.
Are you OK?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
But you guys left me quite a mess here!
And you? You got home OK?
MYRIAM: Well, not sure, but I did get home.
CHRIS: May I know why you didn't answer me?
I got really worried.
Hey, you're not my mother.
[chuckles]
Hey, have some respect. I'm just doing my job, OK?
[distant clatter]
-Did you hear that? -Mm-hmm.
CHRIS: [whispers] It's Steve.
Hi, Steve!
[grunts]
-Hey. How are you two? -[Chris chuckles]
-You alright? -Yeah.
[groans] Fuck.
I'm sorry. I apologize. I...
I didn't realize the time. Fuck, I had too much booze yesterday.
-Oh, is that coffee you're drinking? -Mm-hmm.
-Would you make me some, please? -Of course.
That way you can stay and help us clean up.
Uh...
You know what? Forget the coffee. I'm running late anyway.
-I got to go. -CHRIS: Alright, alright.
-Go on. Get out of here. -STEVE: OK. I...
-[Steve sighs] -[door closes]
THE CONFIDANTE
He's quite a handful.
[Chris chuckles softly]
You know... I'm a little embarrassed.
I don't know how to broach the subject.
Actually, last night...
I heard him describing the assault of the special forces.
What do you mean?
According to what he said, he was pretty much used
as a human shield by the terrorists.
But that's impossible. He...
He told me he saw me escape through Amelot's Passage.
He couldn't still be inside when the police went in.
I know.
-Why did he say that? -Well...
[sighs]
Probably to get some...
Well, that's my guess anyway. I mean...
If it's like that, it's just despicable.
[car horns honking in background]
Here you go.
Wait, but...
That's not at all what I asked for.
[sighs] Oh, well...
Mr. Shiwa had promised me premium quality.
This isn't that.
Of course, it's premium. You can see for yourself.
-Are you sure? -Well...
Listen, I can take it all back if you want. I don't care.
No, listen. I'm not up for all the back and forth.
What am I supposed to tell my members?
He could've at least given me a discount.
He knows that I don't have a lot of money.
[sighs softly]
Well, uh...
Alright, alright.
I'll take them. My place is on the 6th floor.
Yeah, but we don't do doorstep deliveries.
-What? -It's written right here.
[grunting]
What a pain!
[grunting, sighing]
-Fuck. [grunts] -CÉDRIC: Yo!
-Fuck, bringing stuff in again? -Oh, hey.
Uh, yeah. [pants]
-CÉDRIC: Need a hand? -Yeah, I do. Yeah.
Be careful. It's really heavy.
I bought a whole bunch of T-shirts for the organization. [grunts]
I'm so glad. It's going to make them so happy.
-How many did you get? [grunts] -We got 500.
CHRIS: My English designer buddy made them.
Sick, right?
[sighs]
Oh. Wait, I've got a gift for you.
Take a pack.
I'll give you ten for 100. That way you can have your share.
My... my share?
Yeah. I mean, you can set a price
and set a margin, and then you can do whatever you want.
I mean... Go on. Feel the fabric. It's really soft cotton.
And do you see the flocking and everything.
CÉDRIC: Yeah.
Besides, the important thing is to support us.
-Yeah, I got that part. -[Chris chuckles softly]
Alright, cool.
-Chris? -[lighter flicks]
Yes.
It's Wednesday. My parents come back on Saturday.
-So, you've got... -Four months, I know.
Seriously.
[chuckles]
Look at you.
Don't worry. I'm an employee now. I'll find a new place really quick.
You'll see. You're going to miss me.
Mm-hmm.
-You won't get another like me. -Yeah.
-Saturday, Chris. -Yeah, yeah. Don't worry.
[door closes]
[upbeat music plays]
VINCENT Why not play some guitar? MYRIAM: Don't know.
VINCENT Seriously. That's all I dream of doing.
Mine lies at the foot of my bed. Useless.
MYRIAM Still can't play?
Are U there?
You're not answering. Vincent?
VINCENT Are you mad at me?
CHRIS: Oh, no, not that one.
[upbeat music plays]
ISA: Hello, this is Isa from La Flèche d'Or.
Oh, yes! Yes, hello.
Thank you so much for calling me back to me. [chuckles]
Sure, it's the least I can do. How are you?
I'm great, thanks.
Um, so, did you get a chance to listen to my message?
[heavy rock music plays]
Very, very good.
MAN: I'm really sorry, but we're full until June.
I see. OK.
Well, listen. Um, that's too bad.
I'll take note and maybe call you back later.
That one's out.
What kind of lineup would you have?
CHRIS: Uh, well, we're quite ambitious.
We want a really great concert.
So, obviously,
the idea would be to stay in the Eagles' spirit, of course.
-WOMAN: Numbers? -Three different groups.
So, half covers and half personal tracks.
And definitely survivors.
Musicians themselves, of course, onstage.
At the moment, attendance is nearing 300.
MAN: Hello, Chris. Sorry, it's not possible for us.
And from our estimates,
because we're thinking of relatives and friends...
I can guarantee you.
-It's going to be a great evening. -MAN 1: It won't be possible.
MAN 2: Sorry, we're not available.
MAN 3: No can do. Maybe next time, I hope
WOMAN: It won't be possible for us. Good luck.
[upbeat music plays]
Chris for Christelle, and Blandin, as it's pronounced.
So, my phone number is 06-39-98-12-52.
Um, I work for the organization Stand for Paris.
Um, I think I already might have told you that.
And, uh, I'll be waiting for your call.
Goodbye.
And... I just love your songs. Uh...
Fuck, what an idiot.
[sighs]
[phone rings]
-MAX: Hello. -[nervous chuckle]
Hello, Lulu!
BOTH: Hello!
Oh, man. Thank you so much for calling me back. I am such a fan.
Wow. [chuckles]
I'm sorry. Uh, so...
Well, I... I contacted you,
um, because I'd like to organize a concert.
March 27, uh...? [chuckles]
Yeah. That's really close, but... but why not?
[squeals excitedly]
[giggles hysterically]
[background murmuring]
Hey, everybody!
-ALL: Hello! -CHRIS: Check this out.
-Hey, hey! Ta-da! -ALL: Oh!
-[laughs, whoops] -[chuckling, chattering]
Ta-da! Ha!
[laughter]
[whoops, giggles]
Good morning. So, I'm opening the seventh general meeting,
by giving the floor to our first employee,
-Chris Blandin. -[excited murmuring]
'Cause I'm not going to be able to hold her back.
-She's dying to speak. So, go ahead. -[laughter]
[nervous giggle]
No, but it's because I have really, really, really big news.
-[excited murmuring] -Alright, guys,
let's just get straight to the point and talk rock.
-Lulu Van Trapp, do you know them? -WOMAN: Who are they?
Are they English or French?
-FABIEN: Never heard of 'em. -Yes, I do.
Sorry. I saw them at Terre du Son festival.
Ah. We agree that they're the best... well, soon-to-be
-best band in the world? -Yes, yes.
-AMAIA: Wait. Do you have a video? -I've set it up for you.
Here we go.
Get ready.
[upbeat rock plays]
[excited murmuring]
-MAN: Look at that. -WOMAN: Look at that.
-Oh, yeah, heavy stuff. -Mm-hmm.
-Awesome. -Great sound, huh?
And will Lulu agree to do it?
They totally agree. They will help supervise and organize it, too.
And they're actually bringing all their buddies,
and, above all, they're free on the 27th.
-March? -[murmuring]
Uh, isn't that a bit soon?
Well, it's true. It is short notice, Fabien. I agree with you.
But at the same time, it's still a great date.
And, above all, we need to decide very quickly
because I've got a venue ready to welcome us.
I've got two bands, maybe three.
-Lulu and ourselves. -[chuckling]
So I think that... [soft squeal] we should go for it.
-OK, OK, OK. -[murmuring, chuckling]
Thank you. Thank you, Chris. Listen, let's start rolling on this.
But it's true that the end of the month is a bit soon.
We have to think about it together. Mm?
OK. So...
May I just add that it's definitely doable?
-[chuckling] -CHRIS: There, I'm done.
We'll talk about it later. This concert is important
and we're not going to rush things this morning.
I agree.
Right, moving on, before we continue with the agenda,
I'd like to... to touch on a subject that makes me uncomfortable.
I've already mentioned it with some of you,
but it seems that everyone already knows.
There's someone in the organization who may not be entirely honest.
Mm. We're not here to judge Steve. [clears throat]
But apparently, he has several versions of his experience.
Personally, I've never seen or heard anything.
So, what do we do?
First, we have to be sure.
Of what?
If he's a liar, he needs to go. [grunts]
And right away.
The work we do matters, right?
He probably applied to the Guarantee Fund.
How could we check that?
I can go talk to the cops, but if we're wrong... Hm.
CHRIS: Yeah, but I'm sorry, but I don't think we're wrong, Léon.
Well, sorry, but, for example, I listened to his story twice,
and the two versions weren't consistent. Hm.
LENA: So, what do we do, then?
Well, I think you should call him.
You call him and say that the cops contacted you
because there was a problem locating his cell phone
on the evening of the 13th.
-Just an example. -What?
No. There's no way I'm going to bullshit like that.
CHRIS: It's just a test.
Really, you'll see. Call him and see what he says.
I'm sure he'll say something like, uh,
"It was stolen on the day of the concert."
[chuckles]
I swear to it.
Well, maybe he lost it, or it was stolen on the day of the concert.
-[all chatter] -You're telling me.
Oh, come on. You've never lost a phone before.
-I'll make the call. -No.
-ALL: Just call. -No.
-Too late. -LÉON: Myriam!
[ringing tone]
STEVE: Hey, what's up Myriam?
Hi, Steve. How are you?
I'm good, thanks. Uh...
Go ahead. Is everything alright? Is there anything I can do for you?
No, I'm just calling to warn you, actually.
About what?
You're under investigation.
A police investigation.
What do you mean?
Well, the location data of your phone, the night of the 13th,
apparently doesn't match up with what you've been saying.
Oh, yeah, yeah. I know why.
I lost my phone, so I didn't have it on me at the time, in Châteaudun.
MANON: [softly] Fuck.
But I don't understand.
Don't the cops have other things to do?
What's the... the...
I swear it's pissing me off.
Frankly, they'd be better off dealing with the Muslims
-instead of messing with my head. -Yeah.
-OK, yeah, Steve, yeah. Alright. -Seriously.
-Talk to you later. OK, bye. -Yeah, thanks. Alright.
[hanging up beep]
[clears throat]
Trust is at the core of our work and we...
have to be exemplary.
LÉON: Mm.
[upbeat music plays in background]
So...
As I was saying, I was with my cousin who was with her boyfriend,
-and they were both in front of me. -Alright, yes, I see.
And we had just...
ordered a couple of beers.
There was this guy and he was, uh, on the...
the table right next to us, by himself
He was just chain-smoking.
Um... [chuckles]
Actually, I.. I was wondering if...
[sighs softly]
if you have the names, uh,
of all the people who were at the Carillon that night.
Only the justice department has a complete list of the victims
of all of the attacks.
It's highly protected.
They call that list the ULV, the unique list of victims.
But then, as an organization, we meet a lot of people,
and hear a lot of stories. So...
What did this young man look like?
Um, he had a... a little black hat.
Yes.
And very, very white sneakers.
OK.
He had a really gorgeous face. [chuckles] Well...
I thought that he did anyway, you know.
Uh... [sighs]
What can I say?
Do you remember if he had a beard?
Yes.
OK.
Do you remember the color of his eyes?
He had blue eyes.
I see.
But that means the apartment is available right away?
That's great.
Yeah, yeah. Yes, yes, absolutely.
Three times the rent.
Uh, that's perfect. Sounds great. [chuckles]
I... I'll bring everything with me.
Thank you so much. Goodbye.
-Hey. -I'm off to class.
Oh. OK.
-See you later, then. -See you later.
Myriam!
Wait.
Actually, you know,
I've been having some trouble with my computer since this morning.
Um, there's a problem with the Wi-Fi,
because of the firewall or whatever, um...
-And I can't send any emails so... -Go ahead. Use mine.
Oh, that'd be great, thank you.
Uh, the password is "Rock The Casbah".
[chuckles]
-The Clash or Rachid Taha? -Take a guess!
[chuckles]
[phone beeps]
RECORDED VOICE: The number you have called is not assigned.
[inactive number beep]
CHRIS: Yes.
I'm surprised, because I haven't receive your quote.
You sent the file to Myriam?
[background chattering]
All right then, I can check right away.
Um...
[inactive number beep]
Yeah. Uh...
Of course, because I'd love to...
I'd love to have some, you know, nice excerpts
that we could share with everyone.
The date that we're aiming for is the 27th.
Yeah, is that possible for you?
Uh, great.
Well, listen, why don't you send me a quote and we'll get back to you?
PAY STUB STAND FOR PARIS
OK. Great.
Great. Goodbye.
[printer rumbles]
STEVE: Myriam?
Come on. Get off me.
-Where the fuck is Myriam? Myriam! -MAN: Hey, whoa, whoa.
Where's Myriam?
Well, I don't know, Steve. What's the problem?
-Where the hell is she? -Hey, come on. Calm down!
-She's not here. -She isn't?
-No. -Did you hear?
Hear what?
[Steve sighs]
-That cops do their job, is that it? -Fucking stop it.
You think I'm stupid or what?
You guys don't think I understand your bullshit?
The truth is you just don't have the balls to ask me face-to-face.
That's great. No more beating around the bush from that bitch.
Steve, that's enough, OK?
-Calm down! -[murmuring]
Because if you don't, you're really going to have the cops on your back!
I'm going to call them now! Is that what you want?
Where were you on November 13th?
[Steve breathes shakily]
I've been here since the beginning.
I may have some faults.
OK, I drink too much, but damn, I swear to you, Chris...
I swear I'm doing my best.
And this place here, it's important to me,
the people who call, and I answer even at 3:00 a.m.
It's important. You understand?
[breathes shakily]
Did you know about this?
-Yes. -Of course.
It's me, guys! Isn't one of you going to say something!
LÉON: Sorry, Steve. It's not possible anymore.
Leave, please.
Yeah, I guess it's best if I do.
[Léon sighs]
It's pathetic.
I don't want to see that in our organization.
Everybody OK?
-LENA: He scared me. -LÉON: Huh?
It's alright now.
[phone buzzing]
LÉON
Chris?
Chris, seriously.
-[insistent knocking] -Chris!
Hi Myriam, are you there?
I can't sleep.
The pain is too strong.
CÉDRIC: Chris, where do I sleep tonight?
Come on. Open up!
Myriam? You there?
[banging on door]
[alarm beeping]
[inhaling sharply]
[sighing]
[alarm stops]
[soft grunt]
[sighing]
Have you talked to Léon since yesterday?
Why?
No, just curious.
We're meeting at the town hall later.
Oh, yeah.
And, uh, what about the party for the patrons?
Yeah, that's why we're meeting earlier.
Oh, OK.
You're the one in charge, right?
Yeah, yeah.
What's going on?
Well...
Actually, I'm really struggling.
What do you mean?
Well, I'm in debt
and my styling business isn't taking off at all.
And last month, I was still living with my mother
and now I've got to get out of this rat hole that I'm in.
[sighs] I'm trying to find a place to rent, but I've got a shit file.
Why don't you come and crash in my room for a few days?
[chuckles softly]
You know, Miriam, yesterday, when I asked you for your computer...
it was to copy my pay slip and changed the numbers.
Léon caught me and that's why he wants to talk to you.
I see.
Your so-called firewall issue?
Myriam, I'm going to resign today, as should be expected, but...
Stop that. Stop, stop, stop.
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Fuck. Trust is our asset, my ass.
I've been keeping a thing from you too.
Really?
I... talk to Vincent a lot.
Your Vincent.
I see.
Yeah, we talk about music,
and he's sharing his favorite bands with me.
And I've shared some of my stuff with him.
Some of your stuff
Yeah. Small stuff.
Some songs I had written.
I think it does me good.
Well, I'd also like to listen to it. [chuckles]
I'm a little jealous now.
[Chris chuckles]
I will talk to Léon.
It'll be OK with your pay slip.
You struggler.
Wow. Thank you.
Again, I'm really sorry.
I don't want this kind of shit between us again.
OK?
[chuckles softly]
[heavy rock music plays]
[background chattering]
CHRIS: Who wants to help with the paint?
-I'd like to. Thanks. -Oh, great, thank you.
-Who wants to help with the paint? -RENAUD: I'd love to.
Great. Thanks, Renaud! Yeah!
WOMAN: I'd like to help, too, please.
Oh, yeah, come on! How about over here?
-A little help with the paint? -No, thanks.
-I'm not very handy. -Alright, then.
-Well, I'm not going to insist today. -No, that's fine.
Yeah. [chuckles]
-Who wants to help with paint? -Uh, I'll take one, thanks.
-Great, great, thank you. -JEANNE: Excuse me.
-I'll take one, too. -There you go. [chuckles]
Are you Chris?
Yeah... Yeah, that's me.
My name is Jeanne Dumonier.
Oh! Paris Match ! Of course. [chuckles]
I'm delighted to meet you. Everyone talks about you.
Oh, well... [chuckles]
I know that you want to remain low key.
-You said it many times. -Yeah.
But I'm doing my job, and from what I understand,
a six-page spread without mentioning you won't work.
[chuckles]
Well, now you're exaggerating but yeah, yeah, it will.
I assure you.
Will you call me...
so we can talk about it a bit more?
[chuckles] You won't give up, will you?
-I'll start painting. -OK, thank you.
-MYRIAM: Here's the star. -[sighs, chuckles]
Can I buy you a kebab later?
Yeah, your appetite's back?
It's food for the struggling poor.
You're never going to let me go, are you?
-We'll see. -Huh? Here, look. Help a little.
[laughs]
Hey, would you like to grab
one of the brand-new little badges I made this morning?
[all chuckle]
Hey, Julie! Hey, hey!
Little badges I made with my own little hands.
Here. I'll give all of you some.
[heavy rock plays, chattering]
Fabien. [pants]
Sorry, it's, uh...
Actually... [clears throat]
I wanted to talk to you about something.
It's a bit tricky...
but it's just about love vibes
-About love vibes? -Yeah. [chuckles]
What are you talking about?
Well, it's about... a member I've talked to recently.
Um, she was at le Carillon on the evening of the 13th.
And she was sitting on the edge of the terrace.
And right next to her, there was a guy... sitting alone. Um...
I've got to go now.
Hang on. Hang on.
Because the guy that's in question,
he was wearing a beanie and sneakers.
Yeah, so what?
Well, so...
Hey, you know, Fabien, I... I found that girl...
really touching and...
and... I think that she thought, in the middle of that nightmare,
maybe something nice could've happened.
Like a connection maybe and...
-I actually have a photo of her. -Fuck, Chris!
-What? -Can you leave me alone,
please?
Hold on. Excuse me. Could you just look at the picture?
I've never seen her
-But, Fabien! -I've never seen her.
Fabien, hold on. You were at le Carillon
-and you always have a beanie on. -But I wasn't there.
Are you happy now?
But Fabien, wait. Excuse me.
-I... I'm sorry. Just wait. -Just stop.
LÉON: What's going on?
[soft gasp]
[breathes heavily] It's nothing. Uh, forget it.
No, no, Chris. We're going to skip drama tonight, OK?
Explain.
[breathes shakily]
So, um...
Actually, about the pay slips, look, I'm sorry, because Myriam said
-that she'd rather talk to you first. -OK. Stop, stop. Stop, stop.
You shouldn't have involved the org.
-That's not the only problem. -I know.
It's not the only problem.
Come on. Let's go to the office and talk.
Come, please.
Can you tell me what happened with Fabien?
He just told me that he wasn't at le Carillon.
What?
"I wasn't there." That's it. That's what he said.
But hey...
it doesn't really matter, does it? The problem is Chris.
Fabien was at le Carillon.
His brain shut down as soon as the attack began.
He can't remember anything.
It's a survival mechanism.
So, he was there, and, at the same time, he wasn't.
[sighs softly]
[softly] Fuck.
Why didn't he tell me?
Why should he? He doesn't owe you anything.
[Chris exhales sharply]
Is it too late to apologize or would I look stupid?
Yeah, just leave it alone for now.
The cops called after talking to people from the fund.
Steve did file a claim,
but he never went to the appointments.
He didn't get anything.
Since lying isn't punishable in legal terms, he risks nothing.
All that drama wasn't necessary.
Well, that's just great.
We're not cowboys here.
We do things by the book...
together and with my approval.
OK?
OK.
Anything else?
Yeah, the T-shirts, for example.
I mean, that's really nice. I know you meant well. I know.
But I have a budget and public subsidies.
An expense like that isn't a problem, on the contrary.
But I need a direct contract between the org and your guy in London.
Well, alright. We'll do as you wish. [chuckles]
[Chris sighs]
[Léon clears throat]
What are you doing?
I am going to send you invoice...
if this thing agrees to switch on, because it's so damn slow.
Come on. It's OK. You can do that tomorrow. OK?
You can do it tomorrow.
OK.
[chuckles]
And about March 27th...
do you want to know if it was confirmed or not?
-Yes. -Mm.
I'm good with it, Chris.
[gasps] That's great.
That is awesome, seriously.
[chuckles]
This might actually be too much for me right now. [laughs]
I'm going to rub elbows with the patrons.
OK.
And, Chris, don't do anything without previous approval.
-Yeah. -OK?
Yeah, of course.
I'm too old for this. No more Algerian sauce for me.
MYRIAM: Come on.
[chattering, Algerian music plays in background]
You ever skip that?
Never.
It's better to look nice.
[both laugh]
Tell me about Vincent.
-Uh, yeah. -Mm...
Well, I can't find anything on the internet about his band.
Hm.
He says they sucked.
[chuckles]
There you go. That sums it up.
Vincent never has self-confidence.
I would just stand there boosting confidence for two, even for four.
[Chris chuckles]
Uh, was he your boyfriend?
[chuckles]
No.
No, no, no.
No, he was a brother. Really.
But...
Maybe he was right.
He didn't have the thing.
On the other hand,
he had a fucking instinct for who did and who didn't.
Really? Like what?
Like, if the guy says you've got talent,
you can believe him.
Really, as a producer, he would've been Rick Rubin.
Oh, wait, that's Frank... the manager of the concert venue.
Yeah, Frank.
Yeah.
Uh, yeah, tomorrow afternoon, sure I can.
And why not right now?
Well, yeah, I'm serious. We're right next door
-in a nice little restaurant. -What?
We're just about to finish our digestifs and some dessert.
We can be there in ten minutes.
Yeah? OK.
-See you soon. -No, don't. Stop.
-Come on. -But I'm not done.
Yeah, you are. Finish your fries Finish this shit and let's go!
Fuck.
[rock music plays in background]
[purring]
Who are you?
FLUCTUAT NEC MERGITUR
[both giggle]
Oh, come on.
-Hello. -Hello, Chris?
-Is that right? -Yeah, that's right.
-Shall we kiss? -Yeah, of course.
-Mm. -Mm.
-[chuckling] -Delicious.
So the first part, uh, is Lulu, right?
-With members of the Org? -Yes. Yes. That's right. Yes.
And after that, I'm trying to complete the lineup a little.
Don't look at me like that. I said no already.
-What? I can't hear you're saying. -I said no.
[camera clicks]
And Léon?
Yeah. Uh, you know him?
Not personally, but we've all seen him on TV.
PRUNE: Yeah, yeah. He's a tough guy.
-Yeah. -Well, yeah, it's easy for him, too.
-Why? -Because he's a hero.
What?
-MYRIAM: You didn't know? -No.
He doesn't like to talk about it,
but he's the one who broke the false ceilings.
He made it possible for a lot of people to hide.
I can't say the same.
[sighs]
Myriam? Um...
Uh... Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.
-I'm feeling pretty good, actually. -[plays notes on piano]
-You alright? -Yeah.
Yeah, I wasn't there.
It was my best friend, who actually got shot.
FRANK: I'm sorry.
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Hm.
"We want to open this space to all types of music,"
explains Vincent Ramiot.
VINCENT RAMIOT
CHRIS: It was Vincent, my Vincent,
the one who taught me the difference between distortion and fuzz.
Between a Peavey and a Marshall amp! [chuckles]
Anyway, between a real musician and a tourist.
[chuckling]
What's a real musician, though?
[sighs] Let me think. Um... [chuckles]
Let's see. Steve Albini.
-Oh, really? -Mm.
[Myriam plays gentle melody on piano]
Respect.
And more the Big Black period or the Shellac?
[sighs]
Pigface, um, Rapeman... all of them. All of them.
When I look up from my view
I dream you are there
When you...
I know you are far away
I know you'll always be there
I got to see
See
I imagine that you're there with me
I go to sleep
Sleep
I imagine that you're there with me
I look around me and feel You are there and so close
To me
Each day that float through my eyes
Brings back memories of you
To me
I go to sleep
Sleep
I imagine that you're there with me
I go to sleep
Sleep
And I imagine that you're there
With me...
[beeping]
WOMAN: Yes.
Hello. Léon Baquet, from the Stand for Paris organization.
I'd like to speak to a head nurse, please.
Hold on a sec.
-Come in. -Thank you.
[buzzing]
Vincent Ramiot, yes.
Vincent? Are you sure?
-OK, let me check. -Thank you.
No, we only had two women.
Look, I don't know what to tell you. It's right here.
Thank you.
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