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Wow, someone's working hard!

- I just dozed off. - Great progress.

I swear it's true. Ask me any ruling.

Ok. Nicolo.

Nicolo?

October 20, 1989.

The Council of State decrees international law is superior

and states it can oversee the compatibility

of international treaties and French laws, even posterior.

We already know that.

So why is Nicolo so special?

You're special.

Nicolo is special because...

14 years later the Council went back on its ruling

and allowed itself to dismiss a law posterior to an international treaty.

Get serious, you've done nothing.

GRAND EXPECTATIONS

Come on. I'll introduce you.

You're beautiful.

Gabrielle?

Meet Madeleine.

- Hello. - Gabrielle...

My aunt by marriage.

Bénédicte, a good family friend.

Delighted.

And Mathieu...

My little cousin.

A total teen.

And so

I looked at the consultants and said it was meaningless,

"A party of union and resistance."

It's not a new party, but a parliamentary group.

And the initials spell P-U-R. I'm not calling my group pure!

I've finished now.

What's after the ENA admin school? Unless they abolish it.

We want the Employment or Education Ministry.

Isn't it a pity not to aim higher?

Don't you agree?

What is higher?

The Council of State? Public Accounts?

Be ambitious, even if you didn't study in Paris.

It's not that.

We want to go where we can change things.

People who want to change things

always scare me.

- That's true. - Why?

Because.

I don't know things.

I know the real world and how it works.

It's complex

and you work with that complexity.

But things... Any idea, Gabrielle?

No.

But the complexity you mention can erase all desire for reform.

I saw that in government and in parliament.

That reality has to be tackled.

I agree.

He says over truffle risotto and a Clos Vougeot 2012.

A very tacky remark, Dad.

And I'm on water.

Right...

What's wrong in your real world?

Is it this dinner? The patio?

This house? Your Lyon apartment? I'm interested.

All the rest is wrong.

Look around a little.

He's pleased.

What Antoine means, and I agree...

I know what he means.

But what I mean is,

with all my tackiness,

see the world as it is.

Not solely as you'd like it to be.

Things aren't so bad.

Especially for you.

Amen. And please, God, let nothing change.

Is he always such a pain?

He's frank, it's different.

I know it's different.

Let me thank you, before witnesses.

You make Antoine very happy.

And me too. It's true.

With you, he's stopped the pills.

He's changed a lot.

Seriously, Dad?

What's wrong? It's true.

Gabrielle...

Madeleine worked on a subject you know well.

Really? Which one?

Yes, I...

I did my master's thesis on the socially responsible economy,

notably employee share ownership.

And?

Well, nothing special...

But I worked a lot

on the texts of your bill and the law itself.

I rate you highly as a minister

and the work you did.

But...

There's no but...

There is. Go on, say it.

No, I...

Why didn't you go further?

It's true.

It's a law on employee share ownership but with a purely capitalist approach.

No self-management, decision sharing...

They were mentioned in the first draft.

Your law could have been a great law.

Innovative and revolutionary.

I didn't take it far enough, no doubt.

But this is a country where bosses aren't keen on worker independence

and where compromise is considered a cop-out.

You had to resist.

Resist how?

You shouldn't have resigned.

You know, I was pretty isolated in that government.

A socially responsible economy is fine on paper

until things start getting real.

There's a huge amount of educational work to do.

But, believe me, there are more and more people who'd like

a more socially responsible economy,

with democracy not ending at the company door.

I believe that the politician who can put all that in words,

with a green and feminist approach,

will be the next president, male or female.

I get carried away.

Ok, I'm in love, but I think the same.

So, what must be done

for the next president to be left-wing?

First of all,

simple and popular ideas.

Give me one.

Just one?

An obligatory wage scale from 1 to 20.

Obligatory and sliding.

The CEO gets a raise if all other salaries are raised.

Magnificent!

Are you an activist?

I went to a few left-wing meetings.

If you want to move things, the ENA isn't the best start.

I think it is.

To hijack a plane, you board it.

When will you hear?

Tomorrow or the day after.

Did I talk too much? Did I go too far?

No, it was fine.

Gabrielle liked you.

- Really? - Yes.

Why d'you say that?

It was obvious.

I know her, she likes people who...

I like you too.

Stop explaining life to me!

Or do the oral yourself.

I don't believe this. Cut it out, Dad!

It's not possible.

I'll hang up, I'm warning you.

I'll hang up.

Hang up.

Jesus... What a pain in the ass!

Let him try it.

He pisses me off.

What the fuck are you doing? Move!

Come on!

Here we go.

Look out!

Are you mad?

Cut it out!

Calm down.

Sorry. He pissed me off.

Why are you doing this?

Slow down, please.

There's no hurry.

Why drive so fast?

- Shit! - What the hell?

Back up, it's weird.

Hello.

Hello.

Is there a problem?

I don't know.

Do you think there is?

No.

Everything's fine.

So why did you honk at me?

- Sorry, I was afraid. - Afraid of what?

We're in a hurry...

Let me finish, miss.

Seriously.

- Afraid of what? - You were driving slowly.

I feared an accident.

I was driving slowly? At what speed?

I don't know. 70 kmph?

And what's the limit here?

- 80? - What are you playing at?

I'm not playing at anything, miss.

He honked, so we're talking.

Yes, it's 80 here.

You honk at a bad driver.

Right?

Am I one?

- Let's go. - No, it's me.

- What? - I'm the bad driver. Sorry.

Are we good?

I'll show you something.

Antoine, drive.

- It's ok, we're talking. - Drive.

That's a rifle!

- Don't worry. - Let me handle it.

What do you read?

"A spessu conquista

mai sottumessa."

You don't speak Corsican?

Despite the Corsican plates?

No.

"Conquered but not defeated".

Where are you from?

Lyon, on holiday. My father rents a house every year.

In Lyon, you give people the finger?

- Look... - That's the usual reaction?

You gave me the finger, right?

I didn't dream.

Did I?

Let's fucking go!

I apologize. I'm sorry.

"The guy has a crap car.

With Corsican plates, I can give him the finger."

Listen, I apologize. It's my fault.

I was on the phone with my father.

He got me annoyed. I shouldn't have done it.

We aren't going to be here all night.

I'm willing to make a gesture.

And we forget it.

I only have this, sorry.

Get out.

Antoine!

Stay there, you!

Let go of me!

So you give the finger? I'll show you what that means.

I'll show you. Don't move!

Let go of me!

You wanna fight, do you? So hit me!

Hit me! Come on.

What do you see on my plate?

2A. What does that mean? You're in Corsica.

My country!

- Stop it! - Get lost!

- Leave her! - Shut up!

And you offer me money?

Think I'm some bum?

Know what? You're gonna eat your money.

I'll make you eat it.

- Stop! - Shut up!

Put that down.

Don't move.

Put it down.

Antoine!

Don't move, piece of shit.

Put it down, it's loaded.

Come on.

- Freeze! - Put it down.

- Freeze! - Put it back.

I'll waste you.

I swear I will.

Freeze!

Come on, Antoine.

Put it down.

Don't move.

Put it down!

I didn't mean to!

We go to the cops and explain.

Explain? You shot him!

I didn't mean to, ok!

I'll tell them.

Stop, it's too late now.

You shot him, you'll go to jail.

- Antoine, please! - Stop!

This is ridiculous!

Fuck...

- Hello? - Antoine?

Hello?

- What? - Can you hear me?

Hold on, don't move.

Tell me, what is it?

Yes, ok.

Can I call you later?

We're eligible for the oral.

Stop it...

Stop that.

I strongly condemn

the violent incidents that took place

at the Sobot plant.

I solemnly ask the workers

to accept the hand held out by the authorities.

- Can't you sleep? - I can.

Come and chat a while.

Peltier...

I've known him forever. He's useless.

Bravo, by the way.

Eligible for the oral...

Where are you from?

You're from Lyon?

No.

From Vénissieux.

Your parents' home?

Yes.

What do they do?

My mother died when I was eight.

As for my father, I don't know.

I rarely see him.

You've fallen out?

No, not at all.

It's just that...

Know what my father said on hearing I'd got into the ENA?

"What's that?"

You were more talkative last time.

I scare you?

No.

No, sorry, it's just...

I'm a bit tired.

I leave early tomorrow so I might not see you.

Call me after your oral, to talk.

Tragedy in Porto-Vecchio

A German tourist drowns in front of his children

Had a good night?

I imagine you celebrated.

I did anyhow.

Yes.

- What's going on? - Some guy got shot. A local.

From what I understand,

you were near where it happened.

A gang thing?

They don't know.

The guy's in a coma.

In a coma?

Apparently.

Miss...

May we have a word?

Hello. Have a seat.

- Thanks, Bertrand. - You're welcome.

Lieutenant Hassani.

As I told your partner,

we're investigating the attempted murder of Charles Lucciani.

Where were you yesterday at 3:30 pm?

Antoine and I were by the sea.

Together all afternoon?

Yes.

What road did you take?

Gosh, when I...

If I don't drive, I don't notice.

That's ok.

Tell me what you remember.

Actually,

I fell asleep.

For how long?

I don't remember.

30 minutes.

Did a shot wake you?

No.

Did you go via Favone?

No...

Are you sure?

I don't remember.

I was probably asleep.

What village?

Favone.

Was your phone with you?

No. I left it in my bedroom to recharge.

On the road,

did you pass a vehicle that seemed to be fleeing?

- Driving fast? - I didn't notice anything.

And you really didn't hear a shot?

No.

Ok, we're good. Thank you.

Enjoy your holiday.

Did it go ok?

He's in a coma. What do we do?

What do you mean?

What if he wakes?

I don't know. What can we do?

You don't wake from a coma unaffected.

Between life and death, there are aftereffects.

- What aftereffects? - I don't know!

Amnesia, memory loss... I'm not a doctor!

Precisely. What if there are none?

- No aftereffects... - Stop it!

The guy's gonna die, the cop said.

Did you mention that village, Favone?

No, they did.

My phone pinged so I said we were there.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why? Now they'll realize we lied.

Just details, calm down.

They're not details.

- We won't make it. - We will.

I swear. Look at me.

It's the two of us. I love you.

We'll make it.

I swear.

I have to go back.

General scheme. Five branches.

Pensions, family, collection,

health, industrial accidents

and occupational diseases.

Pensions: 14,5%, 129.

Pensions: 14,5 million pensions,

129,2 billion paid out,

13.6% of GDP.

Legal retirement age: 62.

Full pension age: 67.

Full pension: 172 quarters or 43 annuities.

Average pension: 1,570 euros per person.

1,806 for men, 1,307 for women.

Good evening.

Where were you? I kept calling.

What's wrong?

- Are you ok? - No.

He's dead.

The train is about to leave.

Antoine Mandeville. Leave a message and I'll call you.

Ms Pastor?

I believe so.

They can and must play a role.

According to the Global Commission on the Economy and Climate,

the world needs to invest $93 billion over the next 15 years,

between 1 and 4% of global GDP,

to limit global warming to 2°C.

A government member recently said he had no qualms

about lying several times to protect his boss,

the French President.

What do you think?

Meaning?

Would you have had qualms?

You can say...

the exercise of power necessarily entails...

confidentiality on certain matters.

I don't mean confidentiality or official secrecy, but lies.

Sorry, I don't understand.

The difference between a secret and a lie?

I do.

The title of your graduation thesis is very militant.

Yes.

Yes, because...

They're ideas modern societies must face,

in relation to the capitalist system,

well, the end of it.

I hadn't finished.

Its militant tone is striking.

You're the first scholarship student to graduate top of your year.

Don't you prove the system works?

I think...

I think that I'm someone...

Someone...?

Antoine, it's me. I know you're there.

Open up, dammit!

Antoine!

Open up!

Antoine!

Hello.

Everything ok?

Yes, fine.

Yes?

- Yes, who is it? - Dad? It's Madeleine.

I'll come down.

It's been a long time.

Yes.

Is something wrong?

No.

I just wanted to see you.

I was going shopping.

Want to come along?

So what's new?

I just finished my exams. I'm waiting for replies.

What exams?

The ENA.

There's really nothing wrong?

No.

Staying for dinner?

Yes.

Shepherd's pie or Bolognese?

Bolognese.

Not eating?

I am.

Dad, I...

I killed someone.

My boyfriend and I got attacked this summer in Corsica.

In the middle of nowhere.

By a guy.

My friend tried to handle it.

But the guy had a rifle.

They fought.

At one point, he put the rifle down.

I took it.

He stepped towards me.

I got scared.

I shot him.

We didn't tell anyone.

Why didn't you go to the cops?

What did you do with the rifle?

Sure your boyfriend won't talk?

Yes.

Can I stay here a few days?

Yes.

I just need a few things from my place.

Want me to drive you?

Yes, speaking.

Hello.

Yes, of course.

All right.

Thanks, you too.

Goodbye.

Sorry.

Hello.

Sorry, I have to leave in ten minutes.

Coffee?

- No, thank you. - Good to see you.

- Are you well? - Yes.

Bertrand told me about Antoine.

Skipping his oral... What happened?

- No idea. - Still together?

Yes.

I wasn't surprised they didn't take you.

It reassured me, in fact.

The ENA can't deal with pure hearts.

Excuse me, the taxi's here.

Already?

Sorry.

Yes?

We'll find a venue.

We'll talk later, when I get there.

Thank you.

I have to go. Can you walk with me?

I'll call later.

- Here. - Thanks, Eva.

Goodbye.

Bye, guys.

I need someone to update what's said and written

on reorganization, male-female parity, self-management,

youth in territorial France, etc.

I want it synthesized in a book

and for a bill in a year at the most.

Structuring and editing work. Interested?

- Yes? No? - Yes.

Why not Antoine?

You wrote a thesis on the subject.

Excellent too.

You read it?

Yes.

Think it over.

Antoine Mandeville. Leave a message and I'll call you back.

You won't answer me?

We said it was the two of us together.

But you go an ocean away without telling me.

Don't I mean anything to you?

Where were you?

It's getting heated.

I'm here now.

Forgive me.

Ok, this is the group's oldest factory

where it all began 100 years ago.

We don't wish to sweep that aside as if it didn't matter.

No, I care about transmission, heritage and ethics

as much as you do.

Management too. But you preserve the past

by paying attention to the present.

And, sorry, it's not good.

I'm sorry too

as I'm here with part of the 150 workers ready to take over the factory,

who know by heart the work, the suppliers,

the market's strengths and weaknesses,

and who can take over a factory your group doesn't want!

So why do you refuse?

You need to understand, madam...

- Madam Deputy. - Madam Deputy, sorry.

Understand I'm not refusing for the fun of it.

- The guarantees aren't... - What?

Stop! Sell them the factory for what you paid five years ago.

You won't lose money and save on redundancy payments.

Plus you keep the competitivity tax credit!

What guarantees? We're not stupid.

I don't think you are.

Lejaby, Fralib, Acome, Scopelec, Bouyer Leroux...

Worker-managed companies that are doing well.

There are countless other examples.

Try looking elsewhere.

Remove the blinkers.

I don't have the power to decide what happens here.

The group will decide.

There. And now...

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Excuse me, does Sybille Ramey ring a bell?

R-A-M-E-Y.

- No. - You were Noiraud's HRM in 2013?

Yes, indeed.

Why?

Mrs Ramey was a cleaner on the night shift.

She had lung cancer,

an occupational disease.

She died on April 24, 2014.

I have her photo here.

The staff asked for time off for the funeral.

You refused. Remember?

You fired three who went

for "unjustified absence".

I'm sure a few journalists would love to write about that.

What do you want, Madam Deputy?

Good question. What do I want?

To crush my enemies.

See them driven before me.

Hear the lamentations of their women.

I think that's what I want.

Let's start with a coffee in my office.

I'd like the photo back, please.

Thank you.

Just doing my job.

Sorry, I didn't think it'd take so long. Can I have one?

Thanks.

I spoke to the CEO and the prefect. We made a mark.

How did you know all that?

I did my research.

Like for Conan the Barbarian .

How did you know?

I Googled "Crush enemies".

Do you know Neruda's poems?

"From the depths of the mine, I heard a voice rise up

I saw a faceless being rise

A mask of sweat, blood and dust

And the mask said to me

'Wherever you go

Speak of our suffering

Speak, brother, of your brother Living in the hell below.'"

Neruda's not bad either.

You didn't know it.

I did.

Who can believe a politician like you

who resigned as a minister before the complexity of your own reform

and who now returns to explain to everyone

what must be done?

As much as one can believe an Employment Minister whose first act

was to expand redundancy possibilities

undermining the rights

and interests of wage earners.

That's as simplistic as usual.

We were the first to allow employees the right to disconnect...

You've been disconnected since we met, Peltier!

Mr Peltier,

in this matter,

you're neither audible nor credible.

Ultra-libertarianism will kill the world economically, socially, humanly...

Everyone knows that now, etc.

Continue on socially responsible economy.

225,000 companies, 1 job in 8, 10% of GDP,

5-year durability rate, 67% against 60% nationally.

1,200 new jobs each year for 15 years now.

And mention the 1 to 20 wage scale.

Done a card with the figures?

Yes.

I'm telling you, we can't transform

all French companies into workers' cooperatives.

Or we're talking Tintin in the USSR!

So, please, let us work and stick to your place.

I wish I could.

That's all want. But when workers have problems,

they call me, not you. Why?

Because with overhauled labour laws,

retooling and modernization, you've wrecked everything.

We propose the opposite.

It's the reappropriation of the labour power,

dignity and health

of employees, workers and citizens.

I'd be happy for the workers and their families

if this were durable, but frankly...

Bill for a socially responsible economy

"He was the new Employment Minister. I'd just finished the ENA.

His phone kept ringing, but Mr Mauroux took time to listen to me.

After, he asked what my parents did.

My mother was dead, my father was a machinist.

I felt ashamed to say it.

And ashamed of my shame.

He noticed. He smiled and said, 'Good, machinist

is a fine trade.'"

Then your time working with him and the labour laws.

What would I do without you?

Does your guy say that?

No.

So you have one.

None of your business.

A bright, pretty young woman

has a guy or two.

Three even.

I work too much.

Know the best thing Mauroux gave me?

This.

He underlined. Blue: good. Green: revise.

Black: rewrite.

And red?

I don't know. He never used it.

Not with me anyhow.

Put it in the speech if you want.

But give it back, I'm fond of it.

Thief!

His culture was trade unionism and socialism,

causes he embraced, espousing every role,

from the SFIO

to the Socialist International via the Fondation Jean Jaurès.

For him,

reforming was

never renouncing.

It was succeeding.

For him, reforming...

was abandoning the illusion of words for the reality of deeds.

Reforming was not giving in to reality, but gripping it by the throat

to transform it.

Reforming meant giving the Left a long-term vision.

He always told me,

"Loving the people

doesn't mean flattering them

or abusing them.

Loving the people

means respecting them

and serving them."

We met the day after he was named

Minister of Employment. He was forming his staff

and I'd just finished the ENA.

He asked why my parents did. I said my mother was dead

and my father was a machinist.

I wondered where you were.

Been back long?

Ten days now.

I wanted to call but...

I'm being hired...

for the minister's staff.

An adviser. Not official yet.

- That's good. - Yes.

How are you?

How are things with Gabrielle?

Just great.

Yeah?

I have to go to the reception.

Are you going?

I'll be there shortly.

See you later then.

Gabrielle, they need me at the office.

I'll get a taxi and head back by train.

See you tomorrow.

Where are you?

Shit!

Antoine: Free for dinner? Or for a drink?

I'm not playing a game. You're PM, do what you want.

But be careful.

Peltier and I go way back, we were elected the same year,

so I know him and I like him.

But these days he sounds more suited to Finance than Employment.

Where do you stand?

You seem obsessed with Peltier. He's doing the job.

Look at the polls.

There'll be a revolution soon,

with heads on stakes or fascists in power. Or both.

I'll call you back.

Where were you?

I caught a chill at the church.

I did too, but I got up this morning.

What do you think?

If I may...

I don't like stirring the shit,

but there are odd invoices from his time on the regional council.

A few debts too. We can dig.

No, let's stick to basics and apply our method all the way.

Yes.

Then we communicate.

What if they won't sell the factory?

We play it political.

We make him screw up

by attacking him.

Did you send me the bill?

I'll send a draft later with examples for application decrees

and transposition to EU law.

We need to move fast.

Ok, get to work.

By the way, did you know about Antoine?

That he was back or with Peltier?

Both.

I'd have told you. But I didn't know.

I even had lunch with his father recently.

What a two-faced bastard.

- Had you been in touch? - No.

- Are you ok? - Yes, I'm fine.

I have seats

for Iphigenia at the Opera tonight. Interested?

If it isn't any good,

we'll leave and have dinner.

Sorry, I'm busy tonight.

Maybe next time. Thanks.

- Hi there. - Hi.

- How's it going? - Fine.

What'll you have?

A ginger beer.

Excuse me, can we get a ginger beer?

Thank you.

What does a beer say to pick up a redhead?

"Let's mingle, ginger."

Excuse me.

Give me a second.

Thomas and Gabrielle are at loggerheads.

It'll blow over, right?

- Here you are. - Thank you.

You're very beautiful.

Tell me about your trip.

Tell you what?

What did you do?

I played baseball.

No, seriously.

Political Theory...

Political Marketing...

Political Strategy...

What about you?

How are you?

I'm ok.

Got anyone?

Meaning?

Are you with someone?

I've met someone too.

A PhD student in sociology.

Really brilliant.

Her father works at the UN.

Her mother paints.

A bit wacky.

She showed me the States.

Ohio, Illinois...

Minnesota.

What a country!

Are you ok?

Yes.

I'll be going.

Maddy!

Wait.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Sorry...

It isn't true.

I haven't met anyone.

I don't know why I said that.

I shouldn't have gone away.

I should never have left you.

The 16th, Europe 1 radio for your book at 1 pm.

The 17th, France Inter's morning show.

And on the 20th,

France 3 for the Rhône-Alpes section.

When's the factory decision?

Thursday 19th.

The 19th?

The 19th is good for me.

Antoine: Let's talk.

Too soon for the media.

- I agree. - Madeleine?

If the takeover is validated, I carry on.

If it isn't, it's a scandal. I carry on anyway, but what'll I say?

"We're awaiting the court's ruling."

Madeleine?

I'm texting the France Inter team.

I can postpone both shows.

I sent you a memo listing possible rescuers.

French and German.

What do we do?

We do as we said.

The 16th on Europe 1 and the 17th on France Inter.

What do you think?

- About? - Do we do the two radio shows?

Sofiane is right.

Yes.

Whatever. Let's move on because...

Hi.

- Hi. - How's it going?

Fine, and you?

Does Gabrielle know we're meeting?

No.

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

Maybe it feels weird

you working for her.

She's like family.

Yes, I know.

She offered me the job.

Yes, I know.

And, for you,

Thomas Peltier

doesn't feel weird?

The wage scale, equality, male-female parity, cooperatives.

He's not into that.

No, he's not really into that.

Everyone's tough on Thomas, but he's a good man.

He was classy with me. He didn't have to be.

What did you want to talk about?

I want us to try again.

I want to be with you.

Impossible.

Why?

That game can only hurt us.

It's not a game, I'm serious.

I'm here, I'm looking at you and I'm saying...

- Stop! - Why?

You left. Overnight.

You can't come back as if nothing happened.

I love you.

It's too late, Antoine.

Whenever I see you, I see him.

I can't manage it.

It's unbearable.

What is?

Seeing you, meeting you...

Hearing about you.

Madeleine?

Why are you here?

I wanted to surprise you.

Why didn't you call?

It wouldn't be a surprise then.

Want a beer?

Please.

- Can I smoke? - Yes.

How's work?

Fine.

Your deputy seems good.

Very good.

Is it going well?

Yes.

I waited for you.

I know. Too much work.

Last time.

I waited for you.

You said you'd be back and stay a few days, remember?

I know, I...

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

Forgive me.

You're ashamed of me?

Scared I'll come to your office?

And say you're my daughter?

You can't turn up when things are bad and vanish when they're better.

Understand?

You can't act like I'm a dog.

I know you're not a dog.

But, Dad...

When Mum got sick, when I paid for my school, where were you?

Ok, you waited.

I didn't call, sorry. But don't lecture me.

Remember what you told me last time?

Yes.

But not now, ok.

Not now? Are you sure?

Yes.

What're you doing?

- I'm going in that case. - Stop it.

Stop! Stay.

- Dad! - Forget it.

Forget it, ok!

Shit!

One thing... If in a year or two the investors

decide they want to pull out.

What happens then?

That's why I really think

the SCIC status is better than the SCOP one.

Along with you,

customers and suppliers can invest.

Local authorities and financiers too.

They can become partners by bringing in capital,

money or industry.

Gabrielle: I had a strange message from Antoine.

No, put your mind at rest.

We'll always have a majority position on the board.

We have a lot more votes.

"Beware of Madeleine. She has secrets."

We'll have the final word. That's really important.

And we really need to consider...

- Coming back? - Yes.

That's why we need to find a way to raise fresh funds,

later this year, and target socially responsible banks.

No, it's not a Commie thing.

Antoine Mandeville. Leave a message and I'll call you.

What did you send to Gabrielle?

Call me back. What's going on?

Antoine!

Antoine, open up!

Hello?

Sorry it's so late, Bertrand. It's Madeleine.

Is Antoine there? Can he come down? I'm on my way over.

Please.

No, he won't come down. Leave him alone now.

Leave him alone? He keeps calling me.

Send him down, please.

I'm hanging up.

Hello?

- What did you send Gabrielle? - I told you.

I can't bear seeing you around, hearing about you...

I can't take it.

- So? - So you have to leave.

You have to vanish.

You'll find something else.

You can't ask that.

Yes, I'm asking you.

It's you or me.

Or what? You'll go to the cops?

There were two of us.

- You'd lose it all too. - What? My job?

Adviser? My career? Politics?

Do I give a shit?

D'you know prison? Ever been?

No.

I won't go.

Why wouldn't you?

You fired, not me.

A good lawyer can get me off.

You could have shot him in the legs.

Or fired in the air.

Anywhere at all.

You wrecked it all.

You should've defended yourself.

You're a fucking coward!

What's going on? Why did Antoine send it?

I don't know.

You do know. Tell me.

I think he's still in love with me.

He can't accept the idea of me working with you.

Why write "Beware of Madeleine, she has secrets"?

What secrets?

I've no idea.

Maybe that I saw him again.

Got a cigarette?

Trying to screw me over?

Meaning?

With Peltier, say?

Something's odd about you.

You're holding back.

What do you want to know?

Peltier will visit the factory tomorrow. Did you know?

No, I didn't.

I think he has a buyer and wants to pull a fast one.

He's a real pain in the ass.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to be here in Chassieux

at your factory to talk about its future.

Today, I'm here to tell you that we've found a buyer.

A credible, serious buyer.

The government's policy

is to assist companies and takeovers.

We shall... Sorry, I haven't finished.

We shall assist both you and this factory.

Can you explain your ties with Bertrand Mandeville?

You could say hello first.

Could you be polite and...

No. Can you explain your ties with Bertrand Mandeville?

I don't understand the question.

Can you explain your ties with a lawyer advising private equity firms

who buy healthy companies like this,

fire workers, then sell the companies?

Solocal, Beneteau, MariSud.

We have the list.

25,000 layoffs... Excuse me, Mr Peltier. 25,000.

I don't see how your question is connected

to the reason for my visit,

the factory's future and the buyer.

Bertrand Mandeville

is the connection. A lawyer

advising the buyer you offer us.

Your microparty's main donor too.

No, that's absurd.

No, excuse me...

120,000 euros in two years.

The financing of microparties

is strictly limited to 7,500 euros, so that isn't true.

7,500 in declared funds.

That's not true. I'm not a liar, madam.

Did you hire his son Antoine to thank him?

Mr Peltier, is that the reason why you hired his son Antoine

as part of your staff?

I refuse to answer such a question that mixes up everything.

Don't treat us like fools. We've kept this place going 30 years.

This factory is our family.

Our products are world-renowned.

- I know. - So, please...

We don't understand. Why are you here as a saviour?

To save who?

We don't believe you anymore!

- Why not? - For God's sake...

I've fought for you for weeks.

Minister of Nothing!

She's talking rubbish about me!

No, she has no right to say that.

Why do you listen to her? Because she's some woman?

I'm not some woman.

So what are you?

Peltier at the Rochambault factory The fiasco

While the Minister refuses to comment,

his entourage denies a fiasco

and regrets the incident overshadowed the factory's rescue.

The unions, however, take a dim view of the plan.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, I saw it.

I already told you I'd be honoured.

Of course, but on one condition.

Register my bill at the first parliamentary session

and no one touches the wage scale.

Let me know. I'm ready.

All my best to the President.

See you soon.

Hi, Dad, it's Madeleine.

Sorry about the other night. I was mean.

I'd really like us

to have dinner together soon.

A good restaurant, my treat.

Call me back.

Who is it?

I didn't know you smoked.

Are you ok?

Yes, I'm fine. And you?

Your factory woman is great. Where did you find her?

What do you want?

When we met,

you didn't want me to see your place.

Remember?

My dad thinks you're an upstart.

That you used me

and our family.

It isn't true.

I know it isn't true.

Yes?

No, I didn't say that.

I realize that you don't want her,

but I'm telling you she's great and that I need her.

Exactly, name her adviser and I'll take...

What was his name?

He'll be my chief of staff and we're all set.

I have no problem with that.

I never said I did.

Someone for you.

- Who is it? - I don't know.

I'd rather discuss that in person.

I'll be in Paris late tomorrow.

So the day after.

That's not easy for me.

Because I don't know him.

"I'm shocked and saddened by the indictment of a staff member.

While the law's role is to shed light on this case

and work to uncover the truth,

I shall react accordingly and, to set an example,

I have relieved this person of her tasks

on my staff."

With these few words, the new Employment Minister,

Gabrielle Dervaz, reacted to the indictment of Madeleine Pastor,

a member of her staff involved in a very strange crime...

There has also been an explosion in...

It's normal. She has to protect herself or the whole bill will be sunk.

May I borrow your pen?

I'll tell her where my files are.

She'll need my notes for the parliamentary debate.

This is her number.

And my computer password.

Call her and tell her not to worry. I'm innocent.

All right.

Now talk to me. Trust me or I can't defend you.

If not, Antoine Mandeville's version will prevail.

We're talking about murder.

Absconding, concealing evidence...

You could get 10 years minimum.

If you carry on like this,

the judge will keep you on remand.

Right...

Antoine Mandeville says his father had upset him.

He was driving fast.

When he reached the slower pickup,

he flashed his lights but the driver didn't pull over.

So Antoine honked...

"Is this a life

Living the way we do?

What for?

This hellish life

Why surrender?

No, it's no life, living the way we do

And this life

This hellish life

Is a life we'll change"

Mr President, Madame Commissioner,

Mr Rapporteur, my fellow deputies...

I wished to begin

my speech with those few lines by Jacques Prévert

not solely as a provocation but also and above all

because he describes and sums up the goal that I have set myself.

Changing life.

Changing, changing...

Changing the lives of employees,

of workers,

of temporary workers, of trainees,

of insecure workers...

Hello, Gabrielle, it's Madeleine.

I hope you're well.

I've drawn up a first draft for your parliamentary presentation.

Something punchy like you.

I'll get my lawyer to pass it on.

I don't know

if you spoke to her, but I'm fine.

I think everything should be settled soon.

I hope so.

It's weird here. I'll tell you about it.

Right, that's all.

I'll call you back.

Have a good day.

Goodbye.

Ms Pastor?

Are you ok?

I read in Antoine's statement

that Lucciani wasn't scared when you took aim at him.

An odd reaction if he knew the rifle was loaded.

Then again, subconsciously,

you never imagined it was loaded either.

Once the rifle's found, they'll test trigger resistance

to see if a bump made it go off.

Where are you?

There'll be a confrontation with Antoine.

You'll need to talk, Madeleine.

His version makes sense.

DNA testing found fibres of his T-shirt under Lucciani's nails.

A hair of his too.

If they find the rifle with your prints on it, it'll be over.

They don't have it?

Politics, with a sudden U-turn by Gabrielle Dervaz

who, following today's cabinet meeting,

postponed presenting her bill to parliament.

Gabrielle Dervaz spoke to Myriam Robini.

The bill remains as pertinent and topical as ever.

Given the current level of tension in parliament,

the conditions are not right.

Is the delay linked to the investigation concerning a former adviser,

currently in remand pending trial for murder?

Frankly, that doesn't help but it's not the only reason.

Gabrielle? It's Madeleine. Is this a bad time?

Don't call this number.

Please.

I can't help.

I don't want to be helped or defended.

I won't do that. I don't know the case.

But I know Antoine couldn't fight anyone.

He couldn't shoot anyone.

He couldn't hold a rifle.

That's not why I called.

What is it then, dammit?

- My text. - What text?

For the bill.

Madeleine, it isn't your text, as you say.

It's a bill devised by me, reread, corrected and validated by me,

carried and defended by me.

The conditions are not right?

What does that mean? What conditions?

You don't have all the information.

The conditions will never be right.

You create the conditions as minister.

You can't back down!

What'll you do, resign again?

- What a waste. - Piss off.

Ms Pastor, you have a visitor.

What're you doing here?

I'm here.

Are you ok?

No.

When your mum was in the hospital,

every day she'd tell me,

"Madeleine will be a minister one day."

I'd say, "No, not a minister.

President."

You can't give up now, Maddy.

Or it'll make no sense.

Ms Pastor?

Ms Pastor?

There.

Then she took the rifle.

Take the rifle, Ms Pastor.

Go on, take it.

Go on.

Your Honour, can we talk?

Of course.

I wasn't there.

- I'm sorry? - I wasn't there.

You weren't where?

I wasn't with Antoine that afternoon.

So where were you?

At the beach, in Porto-Vecchio.

Which beach?

The Santa Giulia beach.

That's not what you told the police the next day.

Antoine asked me to say I was with him, but I wasn't.

That's why I couldn't describe the road,

why his phone pinged, not mine,

why they found his DNA, not mine.

Antoine's hair was on Lucciani's trousers.

Fibres from his T-shirt were under his nails.

Did you find my DNA on Lucciani or on the crime scene?

No.

Why not?

Because I wasn't there.

The storm erased a lot.

But not Antoine's DNA.

So you were at the beach?

Yes.

- Did anyone see you there? - Yes.

I spoke to some people nearby because...

that was the day

a German tourist drowned in front of his kids.

The firemen spent an hour trying to revive him.

Describe the people you spoke to.

They were Dutch, I think.

Or Flemish.

A father and his daughter.

Dutch or Flemish?

I don't know.

Antoine was due to fetch me at 4 pm.

He was a bit late, but...

He was normal.

Why didn't you say that during questioning?

I don't know.

I asked you a question.

I don't know... To protect Antoine.

That's an easy answer.

If I shot him, as Antoine claims,

my DNA must be on the rifle.

I presume you've found it?

I ask the questions.

Why didn't you say you were at the beach?

Your Honour, my client is right. Make the rifle talk.

All other material evidence seems to back her up.

Sorry, this version is hard to believe.

So find the elements to disprove it.

Hello, counsel.

What is it?

What?

Yes. And?

What?

- All the best. - Thank you.

I'm parked there.

Are you ok?

Wait.

I picked up your mail.

What is it?