PREVIOUSLY
Fuck, Mom!
I can't force you to stop, but I can't be your accomplice either.
LÉON: There is someone in the organization
who may not be entirely honest.
Where were you on November 13th?
Leave.
I don't want to see that in our organization.
-Vincent Ramiot? -Yes.
I'd like to organize a concert, March 27th?
Is it true that you've already met Iggy Pop?
Although inspired by real events,
this series is an original work of fiction.
All characters and events depicted
in this series are entirely fictitious.
LONDON 1999
[thumping dance music, chattering, laughter]
-WOMAN: No, I want to go inside! -[excited chattering]
CHRIS: Sorry! Move!
GIRL: Watch were you're going, bitch!
CHRIS: Hey, Tom!
Sorry.
[loud aggressive rock music]
Move. Asshole.
John! Come!
What the fuck? This gig is shit!
What's the problem?
You know what? I'm not putting my band on that stage.
-I don't give a shit! -John!
I said I don't give a shit!
I want my money back!
Vive la France!
[door bangs]
[background chattering]
Wow.
It's almost your turn, guys.
I don't fucking believe this.
What's going on?
Vincent, why the long face? Come on, guys.
Tequila shots for everybody.
Are you blind or are you deaf?
Come on, Chris. It's hell out there.
Yeah, it's hell, yeah.
That's right. It is, but you guys, you're going to kill it.
Chris, do you know what we're playing?
Of course.
What do you want? Hot water bags? Herbal tea?
You want me to tuck you in, too?
If you haven't noticed, this is the rock star life, OK?
So you go out on stage, you do three songs
and then off we go, OK?
What? The stage is waiting for you.
We didn't come to London to jerk off, goddamn it.
[background chattering]
Chris, get out, please.
But what's going on?
I said get out.
What's wrong Vincent?
Where's our money?
The cash we gave you for the album?
We're going to make the fucking album.
Where is the cash?
It's John. He asked me for three grand to let you play.
Hold on. Are you serious?
Well, yeah!
Well, we've got to start somewhere. It's really common to do this here.
What? Robbing French people? Is that normal?
I... I swear.
I tried getting the money back, but the guy's a fucking scumbag.
I'm so sick and tired of you.
It's been fucked up from the start. We're supposed to play.
We're supposed to have a label interested.
We're supposed to have a place to live.
We're here! We're not playing. We're sleep in the truck!
We're getting ripped off. It's all shit!
You understand? You're fucking this up!
Yeah, but the label was there inside the venue.
Stop bullshitting us.
Give us the money back. That's all we ask.
I'm sorry, but I don't have the money.
[stutters] I can buy you a beer.
-And that we can think of... -MATT: Get out.
Get the fuck out, damn it!
You understand that? Get the fuck out now!
Chris, please get out. It's over now.
MATT: Start the engine.
-[engine starts] -Fuck.
[exasperated sigh]
You got to be kidding.
I'll pay you back!
Guys, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Vincent! Vincent!
Look at me! Vincent!
-Look at me! Vincent! -VINCENT: Step back.
Wait for me!
I'm sorry! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!
Vincent!
[pants]
THE CONFIDANTE
-[upbeat music plays] -Oh!
There's an awesome ad about a rental.
What area?
-The 11th in Goncourt. -Wow.
How fancy.
That's Miss Fancy, thank you very much.
The guy looks really cool.
What class do you have next?
Digital law.
CHRIS: Oh.
First night without nightmares.
And you slept well?
Well, I'm going to send in my rental application.
[phone dings]
Me, I woke up thinking of you. Big day coming soon!
There.
Ready for the stage?
-You OK? -Yeah, yeah.
Don't :) I'm trying not to think about it.
[sighs]
Hey. By the way, should we meet with the others
directly at our offices for the Paris Match photo?
Yes, at 11:00.
I'm afraid I'm going to screw up.
You have a beautiful voice.
You're a queen.
You must go on stage!
-[sighs] -[computer dings]
I have the crazy hope of being able to come,
even if I know it will shake me, too...
[door opens]
Excuse me.
-Are you Ms. Dubourdieu? -Yes. Are you Léon Baquet?
-Mm. -OK. Great. This way, please.
So, we did a little digging into Ms. Blandin's past.
Given her criminal record,
we're going to check if she's on the official list of victims.
I don't understand. She has a criminal record?
She has several convictions, fraud, identity theft...
If she's on that list, uh...
what do you do, call her in?
If we have proof, yes, we can make an arrest.
But now I've got nothing.
-Have you told anyone? -You, the police.
From now on, you're not telling anyone until we've checked it out.
Excuse me?
Do you realize what it is that you're asking of me?
I'm really sorry, but I have a hearing.
-I have your number, right? -Yes.
-I'll let you know as soon as I can. -When?
I assure you we do our best. Have a nice day.
[door bangs]
Yes, this way, this way.
CHRIS: Yes, well, actually, the truth is that
all this isn't here to say, um,
and we're here for a while.
Maybe until the trial. Um...
And then I can also say that being a survivor,
or, uh,
as with me, close to a victim... it's life-changing, of course.
But it's not a life project.
That's it.
Um, and also, I insist once again that
I'd like you to say as little as possible about me.
It would be indecent.
I'll be careful. And can you tell me about this place?
This space is very impressive.
There are letters, drawings...
We've been here for two months now,
and we had a wonderful opening party.
Actually... [chuckles]
Léon can tell you more about the subject than I can. [chuckles]
But, um, what I can say is that
it has become a place where survivors can come and talk,
and that has been really special.
-Hello. -Are you Benjamin?
Nice to meet you. I'm Léon, the organization's president.
Pleased to meet you.
And a little question about the photos.
Mm-hm.
Maybe we could take them with just us.
What do you mean by just you?
Well, Chris, who's being interviewed now,
she works here, but she's not a victim.
But what we want to highlight
is precisely the strength of your organization.
So having a united group
is what will make the picture really beautiful.
Hi, Léon!
-Oh, excuse me. Um... -No problem.
-Are you OK? -Um, yeah, good.
-Are we still on for lunch? -Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Cool.
And did you know that Myriam finally agreed.
She's going to do the first part of the concert with a Lulu.
Mm. That's great.
[Chris laugh]
Oh, yeah, it's more than great.
How did you do it?
Mm. I've got my tricks. Mm-hmm.
Let's get on with the photo.
I'll invite all of you to gather round.
LÉON: Fabien, Bilal, come over, guys.
BENJAMIN: You can take a seat here. I think this will be perfect.
-MIRIAM: Are you OK, Léon? -Yeah.
BENJAMIN: Uh, feel free to sit on the chairs, as well as the tables.
Beautiful. Perfect.
Um, well... Oh, I'm sorry, but maybe, uh...
Excuse me, Fabien,
but, Léon, maybe you'd like to sit in the middle.
Yes, Léon, come on.
-[Chris chuckles] -I understand.
BENJAMIN: OK, beautiful. Come on. Let's get ready.
Feel free to be yourself. Settle in.
Relax your shoulders. There, perfect.
There. That's better.
[camera clicks]
We're a little bit downcast, aren't we? [chuckles]
Maybe we could give it a warmer feeling,
-like a Stand for Paris family! -[chuckling]
A little bit closer, friendlier, right? [chuckles]
BENJAMIN: Oh, that's perfect. Beautiful.
-One, two, three... cheese! -[camera clicking]
-[chuckles] -[camera clicks]
[distorted soundtrack]
[distortion ends]
CHRIS: What I want is a great concert.
And I think, deep down,
that's what they want, too. So, there you go.
Are you OK?
How do you do it, to never give up?
[sighs]
Well...
I love you guys.
[chuckles]
I love you very much.
What we're doing is beautiful.
Yeah.
-[Chris chuckles] -Yeah.
[children chattering in background]
[Chris chuckles]
Look at him.
Always on top, Mr. Winner.
Come on. Let's go.
[doorbell rings]
[footsteps, muffled conversation]
CHRIS: Hello.
Hey, listen. Can I call you back in a little bit?
Yes, thank you. Thank you. Bye.
Now's not a good time.
-Oh. -It's just a little coffee.
If I haven't called you back, I'm not going to invite you in for coffee.
Yeah, but, really, we won't be here very long.
MYRIAM: Mm-hmm.
[Emilie sighs]
My grandfather was a solder. He fought in the war.
He lived through horrors.
Afterwards, he became a civilian.
And he didn't bother anyone after that.
CHRIS: Yeah.
Well, it was a different era, right?
Yes, but to live, you must also know how to forget.
How do you manage at night?
Doesn't it haunt you?
I sleep less. I got used to it.
-Yeah, so Nicolas was right, then. -Yes.
He was.
No self-pity, ever.
I know it's a bit simplistic, but I actually think it suits me.
I had to forget. That's is.
Yeah, well, we're not trying to convince you of anything.
We're asking you to come to a concert.
Not decide the rest of your life.
But tomorrow, my uncle's coming from Montélimar.
[whistles] Oh, yeah. You should've said that right away.
Huh. The uncle from Montélimar... [chuckles] How cool!
-But he's nice, too. -CHRIS: Of course.
So, tomorrow, a nougat night with the uncle.
Wow! You're going to have a killer night, then. [laughs]
Alright.
Alright, then.
Yes, ma'am, thank you. See you soon.
Thank you.
-No way. [chuckles] -Do you know what's really crazy?
-Bono reposted all of our tweets. -MYRIAM: No.
-No, you're kidding. Wait. -I swear.
It's a fake. That's not possible. That's your ex. Bruno, not Bono.
-Let me see. [gasps] -JULIETTE: A like plus a retweet.
MYRIAM: Bono... -LOTFI: Crazy, awesome.
-Emilie said yes. -I can't believe that.
-What's that? -She's coming.
Oh, great. Well done.
It was all Chris.
Oh.
LOTFI: Chris kills it. What do you think about Chris?
-Oh. Can I see you for a minute? -Yes.
I shouldn't have doubted you.
Have a seat.
Is something wrong?
So...
What I'm about to tell you is extremely shocking.
I'm having trouble digesting it.
I just got off the phone with the prosecuting attorney.
In December, Chris filed a complaint as a victim of the Bataclan.
She'll receive a hefty sum.
-She said she wasn't there. -Mm-hmm.
And it's not the first time, actually.
She's already been convicted of fraud. [sighs]
So, we've been manipulated from the start.
And Vincent?
Does he know?
The prosecution only cares about the misappropriation of public funds.
They don't care about the rest of... Chris's lies.
But nothing shows that Vincent was an accomplice in all this.
Do you talk to this Vincent much?
-A little bit. -Yeah.
And did you ever notice anything weird or strange?
The guy...
you talk to on Facebook, I don't know who he is.
But the guy we saw in the ICU, his name is Philippe Douvier.
I'm sorry, Myriam. I...
I don't know exactly how she did it, how I didn't see it earlier.
And I can't understand why...
You're the only one I've told.
The prosecutor asked me to act as if nothing was wrong.
So, they're going to arrest her and she's going to stand trial.
But right now, the cops, they need a little time for...
for the investigation.
Myriam.
Uh... you really can't say anything. OK?
NOVEMBER 13TH VICTIMS.
Excuse me. Can I borrow that for a second? Thank you.
NOVEMBER 13TH VICTIMS.
-Thanks. -All done?
THE HOUSE OF MUSIC
-Hi, Héloïse. -How are you, Vincent?
I'm fine, thanks.
Hey, listen. Can I ask you for a favor?
Uh, sure.
Would you mind befriending someone on Facebook for me?
It's just to check something.
-It's not, uh... -OK.
-You... you want me to look it up? -Yeah, OK, go ahead.
It's Christelle... Blandin.
Anyway, you'll get a good spot if you're there
-by, um, 8:00 p.m., I think. -[computer dings]
SUPPORT CONCERT FOR THE VICTIMS OF NOV 13TH.
But you've already got a hotel and everything...
OK, great. [chuckles]
Yes, and if you need anything, I'm here. No problem.
OK.
Yeah, see you tomorrow, then.
Ciao. Bye. [laughs]
Bye. Bye.
[chuckles]
[beeping]
LULU VAN TRAPP BANDIT BANDIT D.O.T.Y.
HELOISE: Finding what you want?
Yeah.
What exactly are you looking for?
It's, uh... It's nothing special. Just an old friend with whom...
I parted ways on bad terms with.
Vincent, my best friend, my bro, you are in a coma since yesterday.
Great musician, a heart of gold. Vincent, I love you.
#Bataclan #Nov13th
What we don't know is that it's a disorder that Jonathan's had
since he was seven. Give him a big welcome.
PATHOLOGICAL LIARS
JONATHAN: Thank you, thank you.
DELARUE: Brave of you to come and talk about it today.
What's the goal? To try to stop the lies?
Yeah, that's pretty much it, yeah.
-DELARUE: Is that true? -[laughter]
Would you say you that lying is stronger than you?
JONATHAN: Yes, kind of.
DELARUE: That you can't help it?
JONATHAN: Well, there are times when I realize it,
but then ten minutes later...
- DELARUE: You forget? -Yes. [chuckles]
DELARUE: Why do you lie all the time?
Why do you make up stories?
JONATHAN: I don't know.
DELARUE: You've been diagnosed as a pathological liar, Jonathan.
Do you know what that means?
JONATHAN: Someone who never stops lying,
-but who believes his lies. -DELARUE: Who believes them?
-Uh-huh. -Who finds it hard to stop?
JONATHAN: Yeah, that's it.
DELARUE: Who has trouble seeing it's a lie sometimes?
Or every time you lie, you know it's a lie?
JONATHAN: Sometimes I've...
well, I've lied so much that in the end, pfft,
start to get confused.
DELARUE: What do you think makes the difference between a liar
and a pathological liar?
-We'll talk to the experts, too. -JONATHAN: A liar
and a pathological liar?
Well, a liar does it on purpose, whereas a pathological liar doesn't.
The others believe he's doing it on purpose.
DELARUE: What happens in the beginning of a day,
when you say to yourself "I will not to lie today",
-and you're lying anyway... -[door opens]
-CHRIS: Hey there. -Hello.
-How are you? -Good.
You working?
Just watching stupid videos.
Oh.
Did you see this?
I flagged the whole campus.
[chuckles]
It's going to be great!
Huh.
You hungry? I've got plenty.
No, I'm not hungry, thanks.
Uh, are you sure you're OK?
Yeah, I don't know. It's...
It's midterms, the concert. It's...
It'll be fine, you know. Come on.
You're a queen. You just rule
Um...
I'm sorry, but is it weird if I ask you a third time if you're OK?
[gentle pop music plays in background]
[whispers] D-1 before the show!
My heart is pounding!
[computer dings]
I will come see you!!!
[keyboard tapping]
Fuck. [breathes shakily]
[continues breathing shakily]
[door opens]
CHRIS: If you don't mind, I'm going to go to sleep.
I'm exhausted.
[music stops]
Chris?
CHRIS: Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Uh, I'm not being honest with you.
The truth is that this is too much for me.
You...
-Mm. -...being here, I...
I need to be alone, you see.
-[exhales] Of course. -I'm sorry.
I'm the one who's sorry, really. [breaths shakily]
[stutters] I'm so sorry. I...
I should have understood, really. I...
I swear, tomorrow I'm gone, OK?
You're not mad at me, right?
Are you crazy? Of course not.
[Chris breathes shakily]
How could I blame you?
[phone dings]
See you tonight, Vincent...
-You got to be kidding me? -JULIETTE: Hi, Didier.
LÉON: What's wrong with it?
Bloody hell.
Why not ask Martin?
Yeah.
Folks, we're having a little problem.
Sir, I'll call you back in ten minutes. Thanks a lot.
There's a problem with Fouad. His van won't start.
Oh, fuck!
Should I call him a cab?
No, a cab won't do. He's got too much gear.
We'll have to rent a van and pick him up.
But he's in Massy.
Timing wise, it'll never work.
Yes, yes. He's in the second group. It'll be fine.
-So, relax, Chris. Everything's fine. -OK.
You're right. Everything's fine. Alright, come on.
This is Julien, who will be with us along with Maggie today.
LÉON: Hi, Magalie. Let me introduce you.
Excuse me, folks.
I'd like to introduce you all to Magalie and Julien...
who are here to... Well, you can tell them.
-Go ahead. -Alright.
-Hello, everybody. -Hello, everyone.
Some of you here already know me. And for the rest of you,
I am a clinical psychologist at Bichat Hospital.
Along with Julien who works at Avicenne,
we'll be in the venue until closing,
even though we hope to be as unnecessary as possible.
Just so you know, we visited the venue this morning,
and thought that in order to accessible,
we will be sitting right near the bar.
What a coincidence.
[laughter]
Thank you, Magalie. Thank you, Julien.
Um, it is so important that you're here.
And might I add, it is also voluntarily. Um...
And I would also like to take this opportunity
to say a couple of quick words.
As you know, we really do try to say thanks as much as possible,
via the networks, but it's always better to do it live, too.
Alright, so, I'll start with Didier,
whom I called in a hurry, and who managed to free himself,
uh, who's doing a little report for Arte.
And who's going to record the concert in its entirety
for all of our members.
Thank you, Didier!
I'd also like to say a big thank you to Juliette, Bilal, Lotfi and Fabien,
who have been with us since the very beginning,
and who will also be at the doors!
-[whoops] -[cheering]
And please, a...
a quick word to our friends at the city hall
-and Paris police headquarters. -CHRIS: Oh, yes, of course.
We're fortunate to have with us this evening, the police deputy director,
who has been particularly attentive and gracious. Thank you.
Yes, and may I add that he has set up a filtering system with police offers
and also plainclothes agents just about everywhere.
Yeah, and we also have an anti-terrorist unit,
just for us, positioned along the canal.
An anti-terrorism unit, imagine that.
Uh, watch out for false notes, guys,
because apparently, they've got sharp ears. [laughs]
[chuckling]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll stop messing around. Um, anyway,
today, I've only got one thing to say
that... that I haven't said very often in my life.
-Thank to the police! -[laughter]
-I'm so angry. -It's OK.
-I'm going to burst. -I know.
Anyway, I'll stop there. So, really, really,
thank you, thank you, thank you.
-LÉON: Are we good with the van? -LOTFI: Yeah, all good.
[breathes shakily]
-Yeah, we're all set. -Yeah, we're good to go.
-LOTFI: Yeah, yeah. -Excuse me.
-Do you know where Didier is? -Yeah.
-I think he's in the back over there. -OK. Thank you.
-Didier. -Yeah?
Um, can you show me what you've shot?
You know, when I was doing the acknowledgments.
Uh, hold on.
Let's see. There, that's it.
Is there a problem? Mm?
No, no, no, it's OK. Thanks a lot. Thank you.
Go on.
Perfect, great.
Is it Chris?
-Is she gone? -I don't know. Yes.
-Fuck. -Where the hell did she go?
[pants]
[phone buzzes]
[pants]
MYRIAM AMAZIGH
[phone stops buzzing]
[pants]
[music plays in background, chattering]
REBECCA: Myriam, everything OK?
Yeah.
-Looking for someone? -Yeah, Chris.
Well, she can't be far. She'll be here soon.
Are you stressed?
Don't worry.
It'll be great.
JULIETTE: I can't let you in. It's sold out. I'm sorry
VINCENT: OK, but I just need to speak with Léon Baquet.
I don't have his number. I sent an email.
-Are we about to go in? -Yeah. Finish your cigarette.
-Let me know before you go in. -Yeah.
JULIETTE: I understand...
VINCENT: Just tell him that Vincent Ramiot is waiting outside.
I'm not trying to get into the... the concert.
I just want to talk to him.
-You're looking for Léon, is that it? -Yeah.
Don't worry. I'll handle it. Follow me.
He's over there.
Why do you want to see him?
It's sensitive. It's about an article in Paris Match that was...
You were in the photo, weren't you?
Is it Chris you're looking for, by any chance?
Because she's vanished already.
She realized she'd been found out, so she left.
MAX: Myriam?
-Excuse me. We're going in, OK? -OK.
See you later.
Léon is that guy over there with cops.
Thanks.
Hi. I'm going to Charles de Gaulle.
-Sure. Get in. -Thank you.
[rock music plays]
Well, he did say that he would come.
I know, yeah.
Léon!
Léon! Léon, excuse me.
Have you heard from Chris?
-No. -Everyone's asking for her.
-Have you tried calling her? -Yeah, yeah, several times
Do we do wait for her? She'll miss the beginning of the concert.
No, we can't wait any longer. Take my seat.
OK, are you ready? We got to go.
We are.
But, uh, Myriam, I don't know.
Excuse me.
You OK?
Do you want to go outside and talk for a minute?
I told them what's going on.
Well, I'm sorry... I couldn't tell you.
But you can't think about that now, huh?
Think about the concert. Let the police do their job.
They're looking for her at her mother's house.
-So, they went in and searched? -That's what I was told.
I don't know more.
Anyway, you have to go on stage now.
-Right? -Mm-hmm, yeah.
What do we do, Myriam?
Vincent.
Miriam, two minutes and we're on.
[phone buzzes]
[gasps softly]
[breathes unsteadily]
Hello, Vincent?
It's Myriam.
Vincent's with me.
Léon, too. The Lulus, everyone.
What are you doing?
[sobs]
I'm not coming.
MYRIAM: The police are looking for you.
It's over.
But I need you to be here with me.
Can you please come, Chris?
[sobs softly]
Chris?
MYRIAM: She'll come.
You'll see.
[sobs softly]
[excited chattering]
EMILIE: Where the hell is Chris doing?
I don't see her. She's not answering my messages.
Can you take a picture for me?
Yeah.
-What are you doing? -Don't worry. Just take it.
[sobs]
-Ma'am, are you OK? -Yeah.
Yeah.
[sobs, sighs]
[phone dings]
Waiting for you. It's about to start!
[sobs softly]
[chuckles]
[laughing sob]
[applause]
[cheering]
REBECCA: Myriam?
Here.
We're going to start.
Take your time. We'll wait for you.
[cheering]
-[clears throat] -[whistling, cheering]
Good evening.
We're very happy to be with you tonight.
And we're very moved to see so many people.
A huge thank you to Stand for Paris, who organized the concert.
[cheering]
[dreamy music plays]
[breathes shakily]
-Sir, sir, please. I... Uh... -DRIVER: Yes?
Can you please stop the car?
[breathes unsteadily]
[dreamy music plays]
[exhales]
Here comes Johnny Yen again
With liquor and drugs
And flesh machine
He's gonna do another striptease
[pants]
Hey, man Where'd you get that lotion?
I've been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Something called love
Well, I'm just a modern girl
Of course I've had it in the ear before
Lust for life
[pants]
A lust for life
[fast upbeat rock music]
[cheering]
I'm worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a GTO
Wear a uniform
On a government loan
I'm worth a million in prizes
I'm through With sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
With the liquor and drugs
Hi, Chris, you made it. It's started It's OK. I know her.
Of course I've had it in my ear before
Lust for life
Open! Open!
Open the door!
You got a ticket?
-No, no, but I organized the concert. -No, ma'am.
CHRIS: I'm the one who organized the concert.
I organized the concert! Let me in! Do you understand? Léon!
-Léon! -You're not getting in.
With the liquor and drugs
And a flesh machine
I know He's gonna do another striptease
Let me in. Listen.
-Gentlemen! -Please! No, hold on. Léon!
-Léon, I beg you. -Stop. I don't care.
-Léon, please, please. -It's over.
-I'm begging you. -Ma'am, let's go. It's over.
CHRIS: No, hold on.
Something called love
Yeah, something called love
That's like hypnotizing chickens
Well, I'm just a modern girl
-Please... I've had it in my ear before
Lust for life
Just let me in to listen to one song, please!
-You have to come with us. -Come on!
Come on! Have a heart! It's just one song!
What's that to you in your life?!
I'm going to jail!
I know!
TWO YEARS LATER
SOUTH FRANCILIEN PENITENTIARY CENTER
-CHRIS: Goodbye. -GUARD: Goodbye.
Subtitling by Iyuno