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How are you?

...the ball which will be for the people of Nantes

Good evening, Mr. Wals. I thought it was you there.

Good evening, Antoine. No. It is a friend.

- You surprise him? - No.

I am waiting for the match to finish. My wife hates football.

...Savinaud plays the ball,

with Gourvennec, on the left of the Strasbourg box...

You have changed your door.

Yes. It cost me quite a lot.

Next time, ask me.

I know about it.

It's true, I didn't remember it.

- Next time. - Notice,

you are right. These burglaries are not funny.

...with Savinaud who will...

Good. Well, good evening, Mr. Wals.

Good evening, Antoine.

So, where do you want to go?

Where it will be less cold.

In that case, it's simple. I know where to go.

But no.

Look for a country.

Spain?

- America. - Oh yes. Maybe.

South America.

What are you doing here?

Hey! Wait, I'm talking to you!

What happened, Jean-Paul ?

Don't tell me he's your husband.

You better go.

We shouldn't see each other here.

- He was gone for 3 weeks. - I see.

You don't need to have another fight.

- We'll have to explain. - I'm scared. He is unpredictable.

Go away. I will know how to manage.

- Tell me that you love me. - I love you. Go on.

Tell him you're getting a divorce.

Yes. Hurry up.

See you Tuesday?

- So long? - I can't before.

See you in town.

In this restaurant. Bye.

I'll call you before then.

Go now.

Go away. Go on, please.

Yes, yes.

- Did you talk to him, huh? - Yes.

We're going to have to talk.

I do not see what about.

- You are here, I am here. - Is that so.

Did you do something wrong?

I did too.

Yes. I suppose.

You should start by finding something.

It swells.

Of course, yes.

Madeleine.

You're not going to leave me, are you?

You can't leave me.

Robert, give me time to breathe.

No, but I see.

Madame fell in love.

She discovered a world

she never suspected existed.

I see.

She is persuaded to love madly... Who again?

Madame no longer knows who her husband is?

She is wrong, Madame.

I'm beginning to get to know you.

No kidding?

Robert, listen to me for once.

It's over.

Good, good.

I have always been, how do you say... a good player.

At what game?

At Russian roulette.

- Stop! - No chance. Let's try again.

Robert, stop!

Stop!

- It was a joke. - That's a really bad joke.

There are only bad jokes, right?

Yours.

Go away!

Where are the toilets?

- By the exit, on the left. - Thank you.

- Sorry. - "Sorry", always "sorry"!

- Can I come? - You're kind, you're leaving.

"Kind", me?

- Yes. - The world upside down.

- Is it good or shit? - Shit.

Ok. Ok.

Where are you going?

We are all Europeans.

Strasbourg.

They're all crazy tonight.

You're starting to tire me out.

Me too.

- Where are you going? - Guess.

I'll come with you.

- I'm going. - I'm coming.

Good evening.

Was there a man who left after the shot?

There. He took his car and drove off.

In which car?

The same colour as Mr. Wals', but a station wagon.

I wrote down the registration number.

Let me have it.

27...

27 42 GVV 67.

Does that remind you of something?

Don't you want to change?

Take a painkiller and go to bed.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Is your room upstairs?

Yes.

See you tomorrow.

Yes.

Inspector!

The 27 42 GVV 67 just had an accident.

The driver is dead.

Orgel, I saw someone.

Do you think I'm lying?

But no.

- You have too much imagination. - It's the same.

Here. Nobody believes me.

It is because I am an orphan.

They say all children of the Ddass are lying.

It's normal.

Allumet, are you coming, or do I have to go and get you?

That's it, he's angry.

- What are you doing? - I'm talking to this gentleman.

Can you help me?

Did you recognise him?

Yes.

Finally, you saw.

But it's his watch and ring.

Please let me introduce you.

Madame Wals.

I am Bastien, Jean-Paul's brother.

I would like to understand.

It would seem that your brother and the husband of madame

have gotten into the habit of playing some form of Russian roulette.

and that this time it turned out badly.

Madame's husband was killed, and your brother has fled.

He must have been very upset

and he had an accident.

Is that true?

Yes.

Yes.

"A form of Russian roulette"?

I'm hungry. I hope I'll always be hungry. Sometimes I'm scared.

- Of what? - Of growing up and no longer being hungry.

What an idea! Everyone is hungry.

- Even old people. - It's not true.

Madame the seer says that hunger is disappearing in the world.

Soon no one will be hungry anymore. And me, I am afraid of that.

Here! He woke up.

Hello, sir.

A little soup?

What misery!

Why does it always have to fall on us?

Without wanting to be indiscreet,

what were you doing in the ditch?

Dear nothing. We're not cops.

Certainly not, sir. He's afraid of the cops.

I'm not afraid.

You do have a name.

What is your name?

My name is...

He speaks French, all the same.

Sir "My name is".

It is my birthday, the 13th.

And we went often, to Gretel's.

It was right next door.

I would like you to tell me.

Jean-Paul did not do it?

We didn't have time.

I had to leave my husband.

And we had to go far.

Very far.

Does the cop know?

Of course.

Where were you supposed to go?

To Venezuela.

To Venezuela.

To Caracas?

He's got a business there, hasn't he?

Orgel?

What's going on?

Go to sleep.

What's the point?

I know what awaits me.

I know this man.

- You do not know him. - But yes.

I know what he's looking for.

- I dreamed of fire. - Go to sleep.

Haven't you read the newspaper?

There are fires everywhere.

So what? They know it's not you.

This time they won't get me.

No, my darling.

Come. It's getting late.

Orgel, come to bed!

Yes?

Inspector Audiard. Sorry to call you at this time.

I wasn't asleep.

Can I come by your place early tomorrow morning?

Did you find the gun?

No. Always no.

Wasn't she in the car?

That's what you told me, but she wasn't there.

What time will you pass by tomorrow morning?

7 h.

I will be ready.

Good night, Madame.

Quick, sir my name is!

It's not me!

Quick! We must go!

It wasn't me who set the fire!

We must save ourselves!

It's not me!

I don't want to go back to Ddass. Come quickly!

The 13th of October, the 13th of October...

Yes, sir my name is. Understood.

Stop, I have to get off. It's urgent.

If it's urgent...

Problems?

No.

It's her?

Yes.

You're sure?

Yes.

And the gun?

I didn't even have to tell him about it.

The 13th of October.

The 13th of October.

Where are we going? I'm hungry.

- To the meeting of princes. - "To the meeting of princes"!

Excellent Alsatian cakes.

Excellent Alsatian cakes.

A treat for the whole family.

He's from Strasbourg, your boyfriend.

More than that was missing! He remembers the cakes!

He is right. They were unforgettable.

- It's true? - Saint's honour.

Cheese Kitchen...

The best cake shop in town.

It doesn't exist anymore. It's been burning for centuries.

The gingerbread went up in smoke.

Warning. At bar 14 I do a pronounced slow motion.

I'll break it down to slow motion, if you like.

It would help me if you also break down bar 13.

2, 3, 4.

It's better?

I'm ok. It'll be ok.

Tomorrow night I'll take you to the movies.

- Can we put this off until later? - If you want.

Try to rest.

By the way, your friend is waiting for you in the corridor.

- My "friend"? - That is what he said.

Bastien?

Hello.

Hello.

The investigation is closed, I wanted you to know.

That's not what I'm here for.

I want... I would like to invite you to dinner.

Not today, one of these days.

How should I take this?

That's for you to decide.

I don't have a choice, I suppose.

You misunderstood me.

I would like to invite you, me, Pierre Audiard,

one of your fervent admirers.

I attended your last concert, I love music.

Inspector, what are you here for?

- You don't believe me? - No.

The case is closed as long as I am at my post.

He had an active life.

Do you keep it?

It is more prudent.

Follow me. You can tie the dog here.

Don't worry, we are all here.

The 13th of October. The 13th of October.

There, it's for you, sir my name is.

It's October 13th.

- But Mr. My name is... - I had an accident?

That's it, you start to remember.

You know me?

No. No.

You ok?

What is October the 13th?

It's your refrain. You say it all the time.

You are like me, a man of fixed ideas.

Better let him rest now.

Take this.

Sir!

You like music?

Not like my brother.

Jean-Paul was very fond of musical clocks.

Finally, before the fire.

What "fire"?

Did he ever tell you he set the house on fire?

No.

- Thank you. - He didn't tell you much.

- Coffee? - No, thank you.

- No. The bill please. - Yes.

What happened?

We ended up with three fire engines beneath our windows.

The cake shop was on fire.

Everyone thought it was a kid's stupid game.

A big mistake. He was 7 years old at the time.

I was 10 years older.

They didn't believe it was us.

That's terrible.

That's monstrous.

Did you know he had a brother?

You look like him.

Is that your wife?

No. I'm not married.

What are you looking for?

A bit of atmosphere.

It is not necessary.

He has no papers, we're doing some research.

But we know he is in working order.

And he needs to occupy himself.

We'll find something for him. On the site, we have work.

He will have something to occupy himself.

See you.

- Hello, sir. - Hello.

- One person? - Yes.

- Will you have an aperitif? - Yes. Just one.

Sorry?

Yes.

There you are, sir.

Sir has made his choice?

I don't think I'm going to eat.

Sir speaks French remarkably well.

Thank you.

Sir is German?

Honestly, I don't know.

It's here.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm ok.

Do you think about him?

Yes.

Me too.

- What's going on? - We're being followed.

- What? - They follow us everywhere.

Do you know who it is?

Yes. A cop. The one from the investigation.

"The one from the investigation"? But why?

I please him.

- Everything went well? - Yes. Perfect.

You feel better?

Did you see the couple again?

Those who knew you?

"Vogel", does that mean anything to you?

No. But I'm new here.

- Do you like the place? - Yes.

Above all, do not leave her.

Christian!

Christian!

But it's me.

It's me, Magda.

You recognise me?

But I am your wife.

Do you remember?

It will all work out eventually.

It's already a miracle that you've found it.

Do you think he'll regain his memory?

You will have to help him.

He may have problems all his life.

Tell him his history, show him pictures.

Above all, surround him.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Thank you, doctor.

Your wallet.

- Where did you find it? - In the bathroom.

Definitely...

Madeleine?

What happened to the photo?

How should I know?

Give it back to me.

Stop. You're hurting me.

- You want me to get mad? - What's the matter with you?

I'll show you around.

This is Édouard.

Mr. Christian, what a pleasure to see you.

It's as if he's always been with us.

Madame is too good.

This is Aunt Hélène. She left us.

- Like his sons Henri and Thomas. - It still doesn't mean anything to me.

I know, I know.

Miss Claudia and Mr. Klaus are waiting for you.

Very good. Are you coming?

Do you remember the living room?

This is your portrait.

Your father is a little sick and probably won't recognise you.

Hello, dad.

Klaus, look.

There's Christian.

My big brother.

I told you he was handsome.

I was sure he would come back.

This is Klaus, my husband.

- Hello. - Hello.

I have been married for 4 months and 8 days.

You don't recognise me?

I have become a woman now.

How happy I am!

He's a little tired. Sit down.

I am happy to have you back. We have to get to know each other.

Yes. Later.

Look.

You see?

Ah. That's you at 18 months.

And then, precisely, it's the two of us.

We were still engaged.

It was... three days after the accident.

I fell off my horse, right?

- Yes. Doesn't that remind you of anything? - But I don't like horses.

Hey, look.

See, there? It's your scar.

Don't you know what you've been up to during this time?

No.

You couldn't have disappeared like that.

When Christian regains his memory,

he will tell us.

If he wants to.

Total amnesia doesn't exist

from what scientists say.

I do not feel good.

I'm going to lie down.

You see, Christian, I am still so fragile.

It's nothing, it's the emotions.

A novelist policeman.

That's strange.

Really most odd.

Me, when a case is closed, I continue it in a novel.

- You arrive at the truth like that? - Yes.

But that has no consequence, since the case is closed.

I can't imagine the life of a cop.

Excuse me. From a policeman.

From someone like you.

"The life of a cop", here?

He's going to the cinema.

One of the few places where it's safe to be alone.

You like solitude?

I think it's the loneliness that loves me.

Are you married?

No. Divorced?

Not quite.

You are separated?

Definitely.

We murdered her.

My God!

"My God", yes.

We've been living on our own for a long time.

We never agreed on anything.

Life, friends, politics... Nothing.

But the worst,

was still the music.

What she was listening to!

"The music"?

You know what it is.

These disagreements always hide others.

She was murdered by a sadist.

Someone good, at least. Good family.

Kindness a little annoying, but good.

And to think she blamed me for being too soft.

Now, I live with my sister.

Fortunately I still have the cinema, concerts.

Your concerts.

I'll read it to you, I promise.

Yes. Read it.

It's a closed case dating back 2 years.

The novel helped me find the culprit.

And in real life?

He's still running.

What happened to your wife's murderer?

Ah! Him?

He lives nearby.

We even played golf together once.

He is doing very well.

- But how...? - I'm a good civil servant.

I am told to close a case, I file.

Afterwards, I console myself or avenge myself,

when I write my side of the story.

It's a pleasure.

Besides, I will write yours soon.

Since it is classified.

Aren't you going to do that?

Don't be afraid,

it's just a novel. No one will think...

For now, I am in total implausibility.

For me,

it is the wife who kills the husband. We are very far from reality.

Her lover has just left her, he takes his car,

he has an accident, he dies.

And the wife accuses him of the murder of her husband.

It's not good so far. Too many coincidences.

Are you sure you find the culprit?

Always.

But I respect them.

Usually they had their reasons.

If I were English,

I would have founded a club with my assassins.

And in this club, would women be admitted?

Since I'm not English...

Didn't you betray me?

Why? It's already arrived?

Do not look at me like that.

It's not very easy for me.

Excuse me.

But I find you very beautiful.

That's kind.

Is there someone there?

Embrace me.

You scared me.

Nightmares?

- Yes. - Me, too.

I couldn't sleep anymore.

You could have warned me.

I wanted to surprise you.

Embrace me.

What's going on?

I came to bid you farewell.

What's happened?

I came to bid you farewell.

I leave tomorrow. Early.

To Caracas?

To Caracas, yes.

Do you plan to come back?

I don't know.

I'll write to you.

Your key.

Thank you for your trust.

He wrote to me every week.

Ten letters.

1, 2, 3

4, 5, 6,

7, 8.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8.

Did we come here every Sunday?

Yes, of course.

Look.

Over there, it's Inspector Audiard.

He took care of your case.

He is with his sister, as always.

Do we accept cops at this club?

His family is a bit like ours.

She has seen better days.

A man disappears for 3 years.

We find him in a restaurant in Strasbourg,

total amnesiac,

and potentially $15 million rich.

Very bad. Too implausible.

Absolutely.

Look over there.

That's my disappeared.

- As per usual? - Yes. Two glasses.

This music, it's...

You will laugh, but hearing it, I hear a symphony orchestra.

Madame.

Yes

- A glass of champagne. - Like Mr. Vogel.

- A glass of champagne. - Please.

A symphony orchestra.

- And I see the fire. - What "fire"?

I don't know. I hear the musical clock,

and I see a fire. Excuse me.

No. In fact, the clock is not the same.

- But how do you know? - It's like that.

Tell me about him.

Of you?

I didn't have much time to get to know you.

Magda, that's your name, isn't it?

Yes.

What if I never regain my memory?

"Never" is a big word.

It's hard to imagine what's going on in my head.

Half of the puzzle pieces are missing.

We believe we'll get there, and the missing pieces keep coming back,

and take the place of the former.

This is what is happening right now.

For example, everything looks good. This is a fork.

Here, this is a napkin.

Can't you see this fork very well?

No. It's not that.

There, immediately, I see his tines,

but after, I'll just see that it shines.

You explain it very well, that it is confused.

It can change very quickly.

And me? Do you see me fully?

Yes. But I could confuse you with the woman next door.

Who hasn't lost a word of our conversation.

But Christian!

In addition.

Madame!

You know me?

Jean-Paul!

You are confusing me. Me, I'm Christian.

Christian Vogel.

- You do not recognise me? - No.

Madeleine.

Madeleine.

Madeleine.

Go away!

What is this gun?

We're going home. You need to take your medicine.

How does it feel when you lose your memory?

It must make life easier in some ways, right?

No. On the contrary it is very difficult.

It's still weird.

- What did the doctors say? - Not much.

They believe it is by touching things that I will find myself again.

You don't look like you've found your little sister.

She was so happy,

and you don't even see it.

And your meeting?

Like everyone else, by chance.

- Can I get you a drink? - Yes.

- Thank you. What do you do for work? - Business.

Family business.

These affairs are very mysterious.

Looks affluent here, doesn't it?

Well, it isn't at all.

Édouard, the carafe, please.

My brother-in-law will soon find out that the family thinks I drink.

They keep me away.

I don't know if I am an alcoholic, but here I am a real pestilence.

Cheers.

My name is Christian Vogel.

My name is Christian Vogel.

My name is Christian Vogel.

All that remains is the handwriting expert.

Here is the file, with the expert's opinion.

Let's see.

This letter was written shortly before the alleged death.

These two are from about a month ago.

And here

the lines written by him in front of the expert.

Everything is in order.

If you would like

to sign this paper again

If you don't mind, it's a pleasure to have this settled.

15 million who sleep because the legitimate owner is absent,

it's hard to accept.

All's well that ends well.

I ask for your patience, the time to deal with the file.

You will soon be able to dispose of it.

Goodbye, sir.

Please accept my congratulations.

- Tell Madame I'm out. - You mustn't do that.

It is not very proper.

- I won't be long. - Christian!

Christian !

Listen, I think it's better not to.

- But wait, anyway. - I'll be right back.

- You don't have to worry. - Be careful.

Yes. I know.

Jean-Paul.

Excuse me, I need to be alone.

I need to talk to you.

Come with me.

We will get out of this. We are together.

- "We are together"? - Yes.

Come.

Come.

I was doing this?

Yes.

And that too?

Yes.

And you, what were you doing?

Hello?

Yes. It was I who called you. Wait, this is a miracle.

It's for you.

For me?

- Hello? - Jean-Paul, what are you doing?

- Sorry? - You don't have to be there.

Hello? Hello?

Who is it?

Didn't you recognise Bastien?

- "Bastien"? - Your brother.

He was calling from Caracas.

What did he say to you?

Nothing.

Nothing.

I'm starting to get fed up with these stories.

But what is to be done?

What do we have to do?

Is this Inspector Audiard's office?

It is here.

Can I see him?

Madame Wals.

- I'm not bothering you? - Certainly not.

Sit down.

So, what is going on?

I'm scared.

Have you received threats?

No. It is not that.

Do you need a cop or a friend?

The novelist.

To understand.

That's flattering.

So?

What would happen if we found Jean-Paul alive?

He should explain himself.

Not everyone will be convinced it was a game.

But he cannot explain himself.

He has lost his memory.

He has forgotten his name.

He thinks his name is Christian Vogel.

"Vogel"?

He has nothing to do with it.

It was me.

It was an accident.

When did you see him?

Yesterday.

I don't want to go to jail.

The case is closed.

Unless we find another cadaver in the closet.

But I believe you will help me move on.

What do you think?

Is he Jean-Paul or is he Christian?

I don't know anymore.

I even wondered if he hadn't lied to me

from the beginning.

All the same,

sacred story!

The dead man who is no longer dead.

The missing man who returns.

$15 million that ends up in circulation.

No.

There may be too many chances.

And when there are too many chances, a thriller doesn't work.

Did you know about the 15 million?

What "millions"?

That doesn't suit me.

- You can try another one. - No. It's not that.

Fortunately, now I am a billionaire.

Fortunately, now I am a billionaire.

We all are.

I thought I was the one who signed.

Either it's the whole family, or it's nobody.

Nobody?

Is that clear?

Ah no. Not really. No.

Jean-Paul.

I have the means for you to regain your memory.

I found part of it, in my memory.

You have to get rid of this family.

You cannot continue to be Christian Vogel.

- I was told it was dangerous. - Who told you?

A cop.

A cop who writes novels.

He followed the investigation, you know.

No. You don't know anymore.

It does not matter.

He likes me. He will help us.

- Yes. - Listen to me.

You must not go back to them.

- Come. We'll fix everything. - Not now. I cannot.

You have to see Audiard. It is important.

You must come.

Tonight, at the restaurant?

I don't want to see cops right now.

I'll call you, huh?

I'll call you. I promise.

Okay?

Snap!

Christian Vogel.

Last warning.

Have you lost blood?

No. It's nothing. It's just a scratch.

They wanted to scare me.

Who is that? What is this story?

Nothing. The Vogels, those who found me.

- He ran away from the hospital. - You idiot!

We will lose big

if you continue like this.

So, what do we do?

What's going on?

Nothing.

If you want to, go and help yourself to a drink.

Our Christian has disappeared?

Don't get involved. It's better for everyone.

Very well.

As long as he only loses his memory, he's fine.

Bastien must be warned.

It's terrible, families like that.

It's even better to be an orphan.

All this money stuff drives you crazy.

But why do they want everything for themselves?

It's the rich, they are like that.

What do you think? You find that normal?

I am too young to know.

No, it's not normal, but it's trivial.

There are always people who crush the little ones.

The little ones don't have the right to anything.

Not even to take revenge.

You must not get excited, sir.

But there are times when the little ones have their revenge.

And they were right.

We must help them get revenge.

This is it, it takes you back. Sir, Sir!

Sir, Sir!

- What happened? - It's nothing. I will explain it to you.

Pierre Audiard,

- What happened? - It's nothing. I will explain it to you.

Pierre Audiard,

The novelist Inspector I told you about.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Do you want a whisky? - No.

I have heard of you,

but we called you Vogel.

What do I call you?

Do as Madeleine does, she calls me Jean-Paul.

Do you know who "Christian Vogel" is?

A rather shady character.

No, sorry. A young man from a good family

who did stupid things. Big stupid things.

$15 million of stupid things.

And he has disappeared.

No way to recover the small fortune.

If you are Christian Vogel, you are rich.

And if I am Jean-Paul?

- It's Madame who can tell. - Exactly.

You have to go see your brother. I think if you see him,

you will regain your memory.

But the Vogel family?

If you're really Jean-Paul, we'll take care of it later.

What are you doing in all of this?

I'll have you prepare a passport. Go join your brother.

What's in it for you?

Maybe to see things a little more clearly.

- I'll come with you. - You're in luck.

Where is he?

In Caracas.

"In Caracas"?

Excuse me. I'm coming back, I'm coming back.

"Caracas."

Cars Hakas.

This is Jean-Paul.

Mr. Bastien is in his office.

Come on, let's hurry.

And don't spend your life on the phone.

What's the matter? Why are you coming?

Is anybody following you?

- Did you come to celebrate or what? - "Celebrate" what?

You're not going to tell me it's not you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh good?

And you like me? As you wish.

In any case, that one, at least, you set on fire for a good cause.

Go on!

15 million between two... it's mouthwatering!

Did I set it on fire?

Stop playing the invalid.

Not with me, Jean-Paul.

The memory thing, you do it to whoever you want

but not with me.

You're not still looking to cheat me?

I don't understand.

You will understand.

Listen to that.

Good. So, I arrive in Strasbourg, at Gretel's restaurant.

I am an amnesiac.

And it must be known.

I go there every night.

The maitre d' complains about me.

The family eventually recognises me. Now I am Christian Vogel.

The dead man has returned, and he looks quite similar.

You'll laugh when it's over. This is serious.

We can pocket billions. We've been preparing this for a year,

you're not going to screw it all up.

Stop. It was I who had the idea.

Without me, your famous idea wouldn't bring you a penny.

Remember all your ideas.

Not everyone likes to get their hands dirty.

If I had let Vogel pass me without reacting,

we wouldn't be making a fortune.

Go ahead, keep going.

Stop talking to me like that. I am over 12 years old.

Jean-Paul!

So?

You are rich.

"You are rich".

Do you drink now with your big brother?

You were right not to trust him.

- To whom? - To your girlfriend.

You don't touch Madeleine.

It's already done, old man.

Now we forget about it. We have to move.

- Trust me. - No, I don't believe you. Not her.

Well, yes. It was even she who came to be consoled.

It's not the first I'm borrowing from you, nor the last.

And vice versa.

Come on, to the two of us!

And to our15 million!

What are you doing?

- "What am I doing?" - There are the cops and your little whore.

She's the one who pushed you.

- It's her! - No! No!

What are you doing?

Put that down. You never knew how to use it.

- You threw me? - Not me!

- Yes. - It's not me.

No, of course. It's never you.

But go ahead. Go on!

Shoot!

Shoot, my little brother!

I would never have knocked you off. What are you waiting for?

You want me to show you?

What are you doing here?

- You, follow me. - Over there!

I love you.

Yes. "I love you". You love him, we love each other.

Everyone loves each other.

What happened?

But nothing. Nothing.

Not moving. It's going to be fine, Audiard is here.

Everything will be fine.

- Is he really your brother? - Yes, he's my brother.

I remember everything now. Even that you loved me.

Yes. Yes, I love you.

You understood? He is my brother.

He is my brother. You understood?

We had everything planned out.

I pretended to be Vogel,

and we were quiet for years.

For years.

Now it's fucked up. Damn it.

It's fucked up.

Offer it to him.

With thanks.

This is the first time I have a book that works.

Adaptation : Emmanuelle Steffan