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FEBRUARY 7

The "but" is important. I hold him responsible.

Can I say, for now,

"Listen,

"is it your choice?"

We'll do that separately.

It works well, with the bleeding at that point.

We'll start with small bits.

Where do we pick up from?

At the start, and we'll go through it to the end.

LÉO, PLAYING "IN THE COMPANY OF MEN"

You don't have to wait, I'll pass on your congratulations.

Your father won't be long.

These pictures are from the eight o'clock news.

I had him on the phone.

Did he tell you what he'd have done if we'd been bought out?

He was sure of winning.

Of course.

Guess what,

today something strange happened.

Everyone was working,

your father was fighting to keep hold of his firm,

and suddenly, William shows up in my office.

We thought we were dreaming.

Oh hell.

He shows up to tell me about his calamities.

It was the last thing I wanted.

So I wanted to talk to you about it.

Why do people have to play?

They're idiots.

Do you think he's capable of suicide?

William has no initiative.

He leaves the big decisions to other people.

His firm has piled up debts of 40 million.

With his reputation, he'll never get

another loan.

He's your friend,

it's up to you to lend him money.

You don't think I was going to ask you to lend him money?

It would be throwing it in the trash.

What are you getting at?

His creditors are meeting tomorrow

to declare him bankrupt.

There are holes in his order book,

but the outlook is good.

He owns a modern, well-equipped factory.

He just has too many employees.

If you put your mind to it,

you could get the company back on its feet.

The potential is there.

It's just the debts that are going to sink him.

How much?

Eight million.

- The important thing isn't the money. - Too complicated.

It's late. I need to go to bed.

You know your talent is going to waste.

At your age, time is of the essence.

If you don't develop your potential

over the next year, or even the next few months,

you'll be paying the price for the rest of your life.

You'll never, ever get

such a good opportunity again.

My father would never allow it.

Perhaps we shouldn't tell him.

Oh, no.

Listen, I've worked with your father for 30 years,

and I never wanted to leave him.

Yet we both know his faults.

He swallows the hook and spits out the bait.

What happened? You're bleeding.

It's nothing.

- Here. - It's nothing.

Your father really admires you.

He wants you to be his successor.

It's an obsession for him. If you fail,

you'll recover, you're young,

Léonard.

But he is old.

Do you think I should hide my actions from my father?

He won't let you take any risks.

He'd always be... on your back.

Sir, may I serve?

Do it.

You can use your own money

or I can arrange a loan for you.

Write me a report on that company.

I need a reply by tomorrow for the creditors.

How many suppliers do you need to convince?

Five big suppliers.

Your father is here, Mr. Léonard.

Leave it.

What time is it?

It's 11:47 p.m.

Do you want anything?

- No. - Mr. Doniol?

Thank you, Jonas.

Did you see his watch?

It's a human face.

It's a chance not to be missed.

William was like you, young and full of promise,

but he never knew how to fight.

Today was my father's lucky day.

And you're making me wait my turn until nearly midnight.

Congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

I feel like I have the legs of a 20-year-old.

I'm learning how to walk again.

It's panic stations around here.

By the time trading closed, over 60% of our shareholders

had accepted my offer.

Hammer is going to hang on to his 10%.

We're never safe from a buyout.

How gloomy you are.

Why do you always have to be so gloomy?

I have the closing accounts if you want them.

Tomorrow.

- Is that my whisky? - Yes.

- Have you heard from Hammer? - He'll send a message.

So as not to look offended.

- What do you intend to do now? - Go to bed.

Claude, did you want something special?

Just to thank you for dispatching Hammer

with such panache.

Thanks, Doniol.

We beat Hammer but we need to remain vigilant.

When you make guns, you have to be more vigilant

than the soldiers who shoot them.

I have to dash, I want to be on top form tomorrow.

- Sir. - Goodnight.

He stayed behind to congratulate me.

You should have told him not to wait.

Did you see me on TV?

Yes. You were very good.

I thought you'd be out celebrating.

Oh no. But you should have gone.

You deserved it.

I've hardly seen you lately.

I don't understand why Hammer tried to buy us out.

What don't you understand, Léonard?

Do you need a clairvoyant to tell you that chips are chips?

The arms trade is a growth sector,

it's hard to get into at our level,

so Hammer was trying to corner the market.

Father,

if you end up with 80% of the shares,

would the company belong to you?

Yes.

Will it be mine when you die?

You'll get it all.

I want to be on the board.

It's a bit late to discuss it, we won't have time to finish.

Saying yes or no doesn't take long.

There are various ways of doing things.

Tomorrow, after talking to Doniol and the accountant,

we'll hole up somewhere.

- Tomorrow you'll be busy. - True.

We'll set up a date in my diary.

What's with your drink?

Nothing.

I'll pour you another.

I'm fine, thanks. I'm not an alcoholic!

What were we talking about before you got worried

about my drink?

My place on the board of directors.

I don't think you're ready for the board.

If I let you in now, they'll associate you with weakness.

Over the years, I've put together a good board full of go-getters.

Most of them are former soldiers.

I'll learn to survive.

If I throw you in at the deep end, you'll break your neck.

If the board is hostile to me, I'll get rid of them.

You'd sack them?

Listening to you, I get the feeling I need to protect them from you.

Right, that's done.

For now, we'll keep...

You can make a note of it in the script.

His father keeps brushing him off.

He's eaten up inside with wanting what he wants.

- But for the father... - It's very hard to hear.

Yes, it's very hard, because it's not the right time.

It's not the right time to talk.

The other one is happy. "When you die,

"will I get everything?"

Right, exactly.

I often get the feeling that Léonard is almost...

As if someone took the coin just as it was burning in his mouth,

when he couldn't take any more... he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Listen, we'll discuss it tomorrow." Everything in its own time.

Obviously, we make up for it with the whisky,

but there are some even tougher things about being

a businessman.

It's when he says,

"I'll tell the others to be wary of you."

- Everything OK, sir? - Yes, thank you.

- His whisky wasn't prepared properly. - No, it's fine.

- Is your drink not good? - It's perfect.

That's kind of you, Servun. What a great idea to talk about this drink.

I don't mind fixing your whisky.

No, it's fine. I'll drink it in a moment.

Why upset him? You know he spills everything.

He's going to be nervous all day tomorrow.

I won't let you offend the board of directors.

I don't want to get rid of them.

Don't tell me what I heard.

I'll do it if they try to get rid of me.

They offer you their friendship and you condemn them.

If this post wasn't reserved for you, those so-called friends of mine

would be choking each other to get it.

One day, you will be able to approach them as a mediator.

- So there's no problem. - Unless you create one!

This whisky is undrinkable.

Father?

If I do your job one day, I'll need determination.

When I express it, you say it makes me unfit.

I understand your frustration,

but you don't know the responsibility I bear.

It's a lot more than if you were my real son.

When I adopted you, it was a contract.

And I honor my contracts.

But learn to get what you want without throwing yourself at it.

Free yourself from ambition and pride.

If you can't,

you'd better off seeking out a more comfortable future elsewhere.

Is that what you want?

Don't be childish.

It's a father's duty to show his child his weaknesses,

so that the child doesn't reveal his weaknesses

for all to see.

In your situation, they'd destroy you.

I'm tired. Time to end this conversation.

Leave it.

I can't win with you.

I'm not asking for gratitude,

but why did you have to do that

today?

For once, I thought I might get some peace and quiet when I got home.

We give people a livelihood,

and now they're skinning us alive.

I changed the subject five minutes ago.

You're unbearable.

We change the subject when I say so.

Don't try those tactics with the board of directors.

Sorry.

I should never have spoken to you about it today.

If I put you on the board, you'll bicker with me in public

at the first disagreement.

Here.

Hammer wasn't child's play though, was he?

What did you say?

You were sweating when the banks took their time

to grant you a second loan, today.

Continue.

I see.

Six weeks of fighting for you,

and this is how you treat me.

Doniol and Servun congratulate me and all you have to say is,

"Give me what's mine."

Please, it's over.

We shouldn't end the day like this.

You might think I feel nothing.

It's actually only when I'm tired.

Hammer scared me. He thinks with his mouth wide open,

he devours everything.

I'd like you to never have to deal with people like him.

It's good we've had this conversation.

You must learn to be patient.

And luckily, I believe in you.

I already knew your answer.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

You haven't gone to bed, sir?

I was doing my last round before turning on the alarm.

What's going on?

Mr. Jurrieu had the hump all week.

An industrialist called Hammer tried to take over the company.

The shareholders sold us more than half the shares.

At the moment, we're a private company.

Mr. Jurrieu must be relieved.

- Yes. - Me too.

I learnt to get by the hard way.

I can read between the lines before they're even printed.

If Mr. Jurrieu had lost, it would have been bye-bye for me.

- Flushed down the john. - I don't think...

I'm not doing too badly with Mr. Jurrieu.

Few gentlemen would want a man with my background.

Yes.

There was the court martial.

Mr. Jurrieu clearly saw the injustice of that affair.

But...

the damage was enormous.

Mr. Jurrieu? I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm looking for work.

I've left the army after 11 years,

and civilian life is hard for me.

- Which army did you serve in? - The navy, sir.

- Rank? - Chief quartermaster.

Jonas Servun.

- Where did you serve, soldier? - On The Inflexible.

At the machines.

- But that's a submarine. - Yes, sir.

SLBM, 16 nuclear warheads.

Very good. Do you have your service record?

He's brazen.

In the army, everyone says you employ a lot of soldiers.

Well, you little shit,

you think I won't go to the military courts?

No, sir.

- I don't think so. - What is it?

With all due respect,

I was suspended, sir.

He was court martialed.

And you've come here to ask for a job?

- What do your superiors say? - They can't explain it.

I was bullied, sir.

I couldn't give a damn, mate. I'm a civilian.

And why did you get court martialed

on a nuclear vessel?

In the submarine,

there are clubs hanging on the wall

in every room that has anything to do with missiles.

That way, if a guy goes crazy,

we can bash his head in.

Officially, it's a slap, with some aspirin

when he wakes up.

But when the captain

taught us how to use the baton, it was,

"You smash that asshole's head in.

"I don't want any crazies on my submarine."

Because it was nuclear.

When a sailor goes nuts, he could kill all humanity.

They're big vessels.

One Christmas morning, I went round all the batons.

I'd put condoms on them all.

All the batons.

To have a laugh under the Atlantic.

The submarine decorated with rubbers,

like with tinsel.

I think the commander took it personally.

He believed I took him for a dick.

If you have anything at all:

driver, cook, orderly...

I think the court martial was the last judgement.

It sticks to you.

It's a wrong verdict and it's blasphemy.

If I was let go from here,

I'd never find anything else.

But...

my father would give you references.

Yes, no doubt.

Mr. Jurrieu would give them.

In a way, you and I are both his sons.

He took us in, didn't he?

I don't say I'm worthy to be your equal, never.

That glass...

It's like a trap for lazy servants.

It's soda water.

I can't get my head around it.

For the love of God, Jonas, go to bed.

If I take the glass up,

I'll disturb him, so...

do I take it or leave it?

I'll take care of it. Good night, Jonas.

Good night.

Wait here.

You asshole.

But I haven't been drinking.

Alright?

Good morning.

Is my father up?

I'm very early. William's in the car.

What?

No, I don't want him here.

There's a board meeting at 9 a.m.

If the creditors see him that way, they'll back off.

He needs to leave, I don't want him here.

Things ended very badly last night, he lost money gambling again.

- He's bleeding. - Shit. Shit!

Feeling better?

- Pleased to see you, Mr. Jurrieu. - Good morning.

It's really very kind of you to receive me at this hour.

Coffee is ready, sir.

Your man lent me one of your shirts.

Doniol.

I had a little accident.

Sorry, you can't stay here.

It's because of my father.

The car is outside the yard.

Are we leaving already?

Yesterday, I let myself go and had a few drinks,

I'm afraid I said some stupid things.

Don't worry.

There's a little lane on the right.

I'm glad it's come to this.

I feel like I'm being driven to my own funeral, and after,

I'd head off into the distance leaving my empty coffin behind me.

- Sorry you've had trouble. - That's nothing.

Life is always worth living.

Players know that. We get home in the early hours,

everyone's asleep, curtains drawn,

and you feel young.

The money lost is of no importance.

The mornings are wonderful, it's in the day that things get sordid.

Positive, William.

That's true.

You don't want to hear that?

No.

Right, listen, I can't make any commitments.

I'll wait to read Claude's report

on your company.

You won't lose a cent of your investment.

Right.

I'm going to make a few calls to the creditors.

They'll jump at the chance.

- Here. - Thanks.

This is a very nice shirt.

With your father's name, my shareholders will be delighted.

It's the best guarantee.

Claude told me. You father mustn't know.

I don't just want to lend you money.

No, I know.

It will be as you wish. I'll get you onto the board.

I want to be managing director.

Ah.

Claude didn't tell me that.

There's been a misunderstanding, the post isn't vacant.

It's that or nothing!

I need to think about this.

Anyway, the offer of a seat remains.

Doniol?

You brought me here under false pretenses.

- It can all be negotiated. - No.

No, CEO, absolute personal power or no money!

Your board will be glad

to be rid of you, if they're not too senile

to notice you've left.

Don't push me.

I'm calm and I'm not drunk.

Or I wouldn't have come here. I can bring in a lot of money.

Claude can confirm.

We don't have time to go into all the details.

I know what I'm doing.

You're not being reasonable. You're upset.

Why would you bother with my little company?

An ant.

People will think you've been tricked.

The whole thing is absurd.

Léonard just has to express his interest

during the board meeting. It involves nobody else.

I want his agreement in black and white,

signed before the meeting.

No.

No.

I'd rather dig up my father and pawn his clothes.

What a fool I've been.

Last night, I was like a condemned man in his cell,

but impatient for day to break.

I'd found a goal.

The alcohol, the stupid cold night sweats,

the gossip in the press,

all that was in the past.

The last ten years ripped out of the calendar.

I'm being asked to put my inheritance in the hands of a man

who grasps things so brutally that he breaks them.

Léonard is right.

Nobody can trust you.

What do you know about it?

- You haven't been in my situation. - Be reasonable.

You don't teach a dog to bow by cutting off its legs.

- No. - You have to go.

- The board will... - Shut up. And get off me.

Get this employee out of here.

Get lost.

So sure of yourselves.

You don't know what you're doing.

I should sell you out and destroy you.

It'd be worth it, just to see the shock on your face.

That will lead nowhere.

Nowhere.

Take him before his creditors.

He can say he has taken a pledge of temperance.

I don't know why I'm crying, it's not appropriate.

My parents do that.

They hit their kid and then they cry.

You're going to stain my shirt.

I don't want you to give me anything other than your enmity.

Not the big chair,

I'll be taking that.

But when it's mine,

please, be my enemy.

Enmity and hatred.

I will thrive on the worst you can do.

The more stones you throw at me, the more I'll have to bury you.

I'll give you every reason to hate me.

I'm a slot machine designed so you can't win.

You have no chance.

I wish you every success.

Above all, don't hesitate,

if things go wrong, come find me, I'll help you.

Get it notarized.

I won't be at the meeting.

They'll only have your verbal guarantee.

He's drunk.

You can't escape from yourself.

He wasn't drunk.

Léonard said nothing to his father about William's proposal.

With Doniol's help, he maneuvers so skillfully

that he succeeds in purchasing the company

and then ousts William,

without old Jurrieu suspecting anything.

Doniol knows them, they're not in liquidation.

Eight million the day after tomorrow without mentioning his name

- won't be easy. - I know.

I cannot appear.

Sorry, it's too risky for me.

You won't appear.

I can guarantee you futures on the FTSE 100.

It'll last six months. After that you pay, even if you lose.

Not the Luxembourg, my father knows everyone.

There's an old École des Mines boy, I was at the COB with him.

Switzerland is good. Don't call from the office.

Set up a phone meeting for me in a kiosk.

When it's mine, be my enemy.

Hatred and enmity.

I'm going to thrive on the worst you can do.

The more stones you throw at me, they more I'll have to bury you.

I'll help you, I'll give you reasons to hate me.

I'm a slot machine designed so you can't win.

Not bad.

- But we're a bit short on girls. - Sorry.

Don't any of you have a girlfriend?

There are two widowers and single men. No girls, only guys.

Aren't there any girls in La compagnie des Hommes?

We didn't write any girls' parts.

Take Shakespeare's girls. Ophelia would work.

As she's Doniol's daughter.

Hammer, who isn't here, would play Claudius.

In that case, the father would be the ghost...

I don't know.

Basically, when you say "Shakespeare,"

you could name any Shakespearean character.

But there's such a reference to that play that...

I'm playing Laertes.

I'm Ophelia's father,

that is, Jurrieu's valet,

Polonius.

But it so happens that I have a daughter, Ophelia.

And Ophelia doesn't have a mom.

But also a bit of Iago,

since I betray my master Jurrieu.

For Léonard and his favors, see only fantasy,

the caprice of young blood,

the perfume and amusement of a moment.

Nothing more?

No, nothing more.

Oh really?

Perhaps he loves you today.

And nothing impure or dishonest will sully his noble desire.

Afraid that he is not the master of his fate.

Leonard is subject to his rank

and his inheritance.

If he tell you he loves you, be wise. You should only believe him

insofar as his position permits him

to keep his word.

Fear him, Ophelia, and hold back your affection,

far from his passion.

There's your father.

Keep it in mind.

It's stored in my memory. And the key will stay with you.

What did he say?

Something about Léonard.

Good idea.

He told me that lately,

he's been having frequent tête-à-têtes,

and that you yourself have been very generous,

yes,

thank you for your warm welcome.

What's going on between you and Léonard?

Tell me the truth, honey.

Father, he has often made me the offer, lately,

of his affection for me.

"Affection"?

You're talking like a naive girl

who knows nothing of these perilous circumstances.

These "offers," as you put it,

do you believe them?

I don't know what I should think of them, Father.

Well I'm going to tell you.

I think you're just a child,

taking his offers at face value.

They have no value.

Value yourself more than such offers.

Don't make me resort to euphemisms or you'll think I'm a fool.

Father,

he professed his love for me,

but in an honorable fashion.

"Fashion," you say, fashion!

He pledged his word with the most sacred oaths.

It's a trap for catching woodcock.

My daughter, be more frugal with your virginal presence.

Don't devalue yourself with these assignations.

As for Léonard, just note

that he's young.

And do not trust his oaths.

That's an order.

Wait.

I shall obey you.

Do you have the audit?

And the list.

There are five of them.

You have the memoranda of understanding?

Let's go.

Good evening.

Good evening.

The Lille Entreprise company owes you all money.

I'm willing to inject 8 million

to get things going again, but I won't be able to reimburse you.

You have two solutions.

The first is to file with Lille Entreprise.

But you won't be able to get your money back from its corpse.

Here.

I've done another audit.

The second solution is to trust me.

If you sign a one-year moratorium, I'll buy back the company.

I'll get it back in shape

and in a year, you'll get paid with the company's profits.

My offer holds until 11 p.m.

Otherwise, I take back my 8 million and my purchase offer.

Doniol has drawn up the documents for you, gentlemen.

Doniol's duplicity is breathtaking yet calm.

For his part, Léonard found peace in action.

His hallucinations abated.

Very good.

Do I dismantle the gun?

No, it's fine. Thanks, Philippe.

- You're not leaving, Mr. Jurrieu? - No, not right away.

It's 6 p.m.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Alright?

Oh yes. I am.

William called you again.

I'm sorry.

The whole company knew he was a loser.

He's waiting for you next door.

Has he been drinking?

You don't have to see him.

It's the first time I've been happy.

Why would I let him spoil that?

Take him to the Ritz, if they still want him.

That way, he'll be able to vent his spleen at you.

As usual.

Mr. Hammer?

My father isn't here, he's in Mayenne.

Was he expecting you?

- You know he's in Mayenne? - Good morning.

We're going to put our cards on the table.

I'm in a meeting, I just need to tell them.

No point.

I ran into Willy, I told him to get lost.

Who let you in?

I want a witness to this conversation.

That's the last thing you want.

As the director of Entreprises de Lille,

you've owed me 40,300,000 francs

for a long time, and I want immediate payment.

I was granted a moratorium of a year.

No.

Yes.

Your name is not on the list.

Not when you looked at it.

Between the moment Doniol showed you the list of five names

and the date of the moratorium, I bought the debts.

The paper you signed

only says "unpaid debts,"

it doesn't mention my 40 million.

Why was the paper written like this?

I asked Doniol to do it.

He had a meeting with the creditors.

I've never run away from debts.

But I wasn't there.

It must be Willy's fault.

Even the best managed companies make mistakes.

And everyone knows Willy drinks.

Any lawyer would destroy that in his sleep.

Leave the lawyers to their sleep.

We're going to talk business.

I own 12% of the capital of Jurrieu Associates.

Your father is no longer young.

When the time comes for you to inherit,

you will bring me up to 51%.

Doniol kindly put all that down on a piece of paper.

I checked it.

You can sign, it isn't a trap, the paper says what is says.

I'll pay you back.

I'll borrow from my father.

Would I go to all this trouble

if you could get off the hook that easily?

The other creditors believed in me.

I'll give a good report on your capital.

You can't even borrow behind my back,

it'd cost you the skin of your ass.

By then, your skin would belong to me.

At the first sign of foul play,

I'll stick my bill where your father will see it.

If you hadn't been so scared, you'd have gone to see him,

when Doniol came to suggest...

his nasty little plan.

I'd have gone to find your father.

Doniol too, as well as Pierre, Paul, Henri.

You're the only person in the world who couldn't do it.

And it got worse.

The first step you take on your own initiative

and you put the whole company in danger.

Oh my God.

If Dad saw what a mess you're in,

he'd never forget it.

He'd fill your pockets,

but his company would vanish into oblivion.

Like a Montblanc going down the plughole.

As well as all the loot that I know nothing about,

the treasure hoarded inside.

The whole world, in fact.

That's what you're afraid of losing.

Not the company, not the money.

That little no man's land between father and son.

That's what it's all about.

That's what brought you to me.

Claude?

Do you mind if I take a few liberties?

Come in.

We're building houses of cards.

You're wrong to judge my father.

He bears me no hatred, no treachery.

Doniol, your remarks.

A month ago, your father came to see me

in my capacity as secretary general

of the company.

Doniol, from today,

the doubts I have expressed to you are official.

My son is dangerous. Promise him anything,

paralyze him so he can't harm me.

We'll give him a salary, reason to hope.

And he'll be retained in a fictitious job.

I'll only take a majority shareholding.

I'll leave you with your personal motivation.

You can't have thought of everything.

Don't judge me by the criteria of an ordinary man.

If a strangler put his hands round my neck,

I'd crush his wrists with my chin

until he begged me to stop

while his fingers dripped down my shirt.

We can't go on deceiving my father day after day until he dies.

It will become easier as you get used to it.

I won't sign.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

I expect the papers on Monday.

We must go on your father's hunt tomorrow.

If we were to renege,

it would look suspicious.

Well, Ophelia, what's going on?

Father,

I was at the club when Léonard arrived, his shirt all ripped.

He was as white as a sheet,

and his face was tormented,

as if he'd escaped hell to talk to me.

- He stood in front of me... - He's crazy.

- With love for you. - I don't know, Father.

What did he say?

He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it very tightly.

And then he walked away,

but with his hands over his eyes, like this.

He looked at me so intently, as if he wanted to paint me.

And then...

he stayed like this for a long time.

And then he nodded his head, like this.

He heaved such a pitiful sigh,

as if his body were going to explode or commit suicide.

He let go of me, he went out.

He scares me.

Have you spoken to him harshly, recently?

No.

But I sent his letters back, and I refused to see him.

That's what drove him crazy.

My little love,

I miss you.

I sorted things out with Léo

for the company.

Good morning.

Why are you doing that on your own?

- I can help. - No.

You're young, this is an old person's job.

It's quiet.

I was thinking of Thérèse, and here I am.

- Hello. - Hello.

What can I get you?

Champagne.

We only have half-bottles.

Let's go for a half-bottle.

And two glasses.

We have something to celebrate.

I didn't want to tell you before today.

I'm going to get you onto the board of directors.

I'll talk to the directors

in the next few months, they won't oppose it.

You'll be entering as a trainee director.

Is that what you wish for?

I can't remember what we're celebrating.

That old bastard Hammer,

I put him on the carpet and you among the directors,

tomorrow's new gun.

We'll have the whole Ministry of the Armed Forces here.

Have you changed your mind?

You've run into me every day and you had that in mind?

As if we were ships passing in the night.

Would that have changed anything?

Are you trying to annoy me or do you lack self-confidence?

Did I catch you off guard with the will?

We have to look back.

Our lives have been weird.

Your first parents abandoned you on a doorstep.

and I opened my door to you.

What would you like to tell them today?

I'd ask them to forgive me.

Mother burned all the clothes I had on when I was in care.

Did they even look at you?

When you were born?

Your mother was already signing the surrender papers.

Did they change your diaper even once?

Assistance provided them.

That might have been a clue.

These documents have been waiting for you for 15 years.

You are now the owner of half your father's shares.

Henceforth, you may sit on the board of directors.

And here is the deed that makes you his executor.

Do you think of my father sometimes?

No.

I've always had a very clear picture of him.

Didn't you meet my parents?

But children are born with nothing.

I gave you things because I had them.

That's how I took ownership of you.

Women are different.

To take ownership of you, your mother had to undress you.

Don't begrudge her her little party.

Her insides had atrophied.

She's been dead long enough

that I can tell you.

She hadn't eaten for days.

I found that out later.

Then she suffered stomach pain

from a mixture of fairly violent abortifacients.

I'm going to drink every last drop of my medicine.

When it runs through my veins,

my pulse will race,

my blood will flow for you,

my lips will turn white,

like my cheeks.

Ashen.

When my husband comes to wake me tonight,

I'll have turned into your mother.

Love will give me the strength.

Of course I'm scared of dying before he arrives.

Oh my dear pharmacist,

your drugs work fast.

See, mom's feeling a bit sore.

It's nothing serious.

A little smile.

What shall we do?

It's a little cold, you'll see.

It's nice and soft.

What is it? You're scared, huh?

It's pretty.

See,

it's all red.

It's good.

That's good blood.

And good blood cannot lie.

It's ambrosia.

It's as sweet as honey.

You'll be as strong as Achilles.

Because you're my little hero.

Yes? Coming?

Let's go sit down. Mom is a bit sore.

You're small.

You're my baby.

What a mother,

a newborn baby in her lap,

betrayed by the honey of generations,

who must sleep, cry out

and struggle to try to remember.

Those fleeting memories,

what mother would take her son...

Can I imagine you when you're 30?

Or 60?

An old gentleman with white hair.

You, my son.

A compensation for the pain you give me.

Thank you for the pain you give me.

I came into the house, I thought the alarm was malfunctioning.

His moans stretched out like a scream.

You see, I did it. I'm brave.

She was ripping up the sheets with her teeth.

Holes and snags

all along the flap.

Genuine pain and fear.

She wanted to give birth to you and you almost killed her.

He's all clean, ma'am. Shall I put him in his crib?

She'd smeared you with something resembling blood.

I don't know what it was.

You were on the bed next to her, sleeping.

Naked.

It's softer than the doorstep.

Ice runs in your veins.

Listen with respect when I speak of your mother.

After she was cured, you were no longer a gift

I'd bought her, there was something between you.

You had given her fear and suffering.

And you gave me a new wife.

I didn't know she had such tenderness in her.

And I lost her.

And...

Put your arm around my shoulders.

If the guy comes in?

Does a foundling worry about such things?

Do it.

There.

Not my flesh, but good.

Right.

The gun. We need to go prepare the house.

Sign.

Tomorrow we're hosting.

I want them to renew all their stock.

That would give us an order book for five years.

My dear friend,

how have you been after all this time?

Well. I humbly thank you.

My lord,

I have remembrances of yours

That I have long longed to redeliver.

I pray you now receive them.

No, not I.

I never gave you aught.

You know right well you did,

And with them words of so sweet breath composed

As made the things more rich.

Their perfume lost, Take these again,

for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor

when givers prove unkind. There, my lord.

Are you fair?

What means your lordship?

- Are you honest? - What means your lordship?

That if you be honest and fair,

your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Could beauty have better commerce than with honesty?

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty

will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd.

This was sometime a paradox, but now the time

gives it proof.

I loved you once.

Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

You should not have believed me, for I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent honest,

but yet I could accuse me of such things

that it were better my mother had not borne me.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious,

with more offenses at my beck

than I have thoughts to put them in,

or time to act them in.

We are arrant knaves all;

believe none of us.

- Where's your father? - At home, my lord.

Let the doors be shut upon him

that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house.

- Farewell. - O, help him, you sweet heavens!

I would I could save you.

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:

Be thou...

as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,

thou shalt not escape calumny.

Farewell.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,

for wise men know well enough

what monsters you make of them.

To a nunnery, go.

Léonard, you are sick.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

You jig and amble, and you lisp;

you nickname God's creatures

and make your wantonness ignorance.

Go to, I'll no more on 't.

It hath made me mad.

I say we will have no more marriage.

Those that are married already, shall live.

The rest shall keep as they are.

To a nunnery, go.

Get thee gone.

Clear off!

Léonard?

- Is it you? - Yes, Dad.

- I woke up. - Come in.

What time is it?

It's 6 a.m. Nobody's here yet.

You can go back to sleep.

Why did you get up so early?

I don't know.

I was tossing and turning, so...

Good.

I'll go back to sleep. Stay here for a bit.

Yes.

It's going to be a long day.

You should get some rest.

Aren't you happy with your room, sir?

I am. My bags have been taken up.

So I'm the first?

Good grief.

The new FRG3.

Not the prototype, it's the mass-produced item.

Mr. Jurrieu is showing it today.

Say, I was looking for...

You wouldn't have a little something to drink?

I have my hipflask.

Mr. Jurrieu doesn't like people drinking before his hunt.

An accident...

- Here. - Want another?

To dilute the first one.

I'd prefer not to go out,

I'm not in a fit state to kill things.

Here, have a mint.

For your breath.

Hey, Léo.

Aren't you heading off?

- I'm looking for my father. - He's in the shed.

Can you tell him I'm looking for him?

Go on, I'll hold onto the gun.

Be quick.

I've been trying to talk to you since I got here.

I don't want you speaking to my father.

I have nothing against you.

Doniol came to see me with his revolting proposal.

I destroyed myself and I'm being used to hurt other people.

Before meeting you, I prayed.

Of course, I don't believe in God, my gambling losses cured me of that.

But it's a nervous tic that I still have from catechism.

Dear Lord, let him be a crook and a bastard!

let my innocence be proven.

I'm the victim here.

But you were there, innocent.

It's cruel to be that innocent.

But I was very ashamed. I had just one hope.

He'll see that I'm scum, he won't trust me.

Oh God, he's so innocent that he trusted me.

Unmask me, hunt me down. Help me, you idiot.

No, but yum, yum, yum.

You lapped up all the poison to the last drop.

And you asked for more: "Make me CEO."

Why did you come here?

It was Claude,

he sent me a pretty invitation card.

Hammer wants me under your nose. I'm the stink of failure.

If you don't sign his paper, you're meant to end up like me.

Last night, I was sober.

And this morning, I gave that bumpkin a piece of my mind.

You have to get down to their level, else they turn nasty.

He gave me a...

He gave me a candy.

Damn, I've fallen really low.

Sell what you have left to sell and leave.

Too late.

Even if I were injured, bleeding to death,

I'd pawn my bandages to bet on the horses,

before the horses had even got to the starting line.

Léonard has stolen a cartridge.

He will now have to swap the two magazines.

His plan is guided by maximum hatred

and maximum love.

Léonard attempts to kill his father and take his kingdom from him.

As a loving son, so he'd never have to admit his fall from grace.

Would it help to call me scum?

No.

It wouldn't offend me.

Please,

say "ordure."

It's a perfect anagram of "dorure."

I'm not asking for a retort, just one or two insults.

Won't you oblige me?

It doesn't matter. I'm a good impersonator.

Hammer:

"I'll peel the skin off your back.

"We'll sit next to the same corpse and share its bones."

Your turn:

"I'm Léonard. I'm the young master.

"I'm the king of the castle.

"Make me managing director."

Who said that?

What scum would mention that?

William, scum. Ordure.

"O" for obsessed.

"R" for runner-up.

"D" for depraved.

"U" as in hustler,

"R" for ravaged. "E" for excrement.

Ordure. Scum.

Now, my masterpiece, my routine.

Myself:

"My dearest Léo, you see right through us.

"It does smell a bit, doesn't it?

"Can I lend you a pair of socks?"

Oh my God.

Was that me?

Who cries?

What was that imitating?

The world, the whole goddamn Earth.

I shouldn't have had a drink.

I was looking forward to spending a normal weekend in the country,

innocently killing the little birds in the sky.

I'm sorry.

Yesterday, I ruined your life, and today, your weekend.

- Hello, William. - Ah, Mr. Jurrieu.

I hope you've made yourself comfortable.

The house is gorgeous.

The park is beautiful too.

What were you thinking, inviting that guy?

I don't like having strangers here.

I felt sorry for him.

Doesn't associate with people like him, Lille reeks of failure.

Come in.

Come here, my dear son. Sit next to me.

No, Father. There's something more magnetic.

Miss.

Did you notice this?

Can I stretch out between your thighs.

No, dear friend.

I meant to say, my head on your lap.

Yes, if you want.

Did you think I had inappropriate ideas?

I don't think anything, Léonard.

It's natural to stretch out between the legs of a girl.

Pardon?

No, nothing.

You're in a good mood today.

Me, in a good mood?

Yes, my dear friend.

What else do have to do than be in a good mood?

Look how cheery your father looks.

And as everyone is trying to ruin Jurrieu.

But that was two months ago.

Two months? As long as that?

What do you mean?

You're crude, Léonard. I want to listen to the music.

No live rounds, sir?

No, take a training magazine.

Let us proceed, gentlemen.

The new generation of precision rifles.

Léonard.

16.9 kilos.

1 meter 37cm.

Right-side barrel

with eight 380mm-pitch rifling grooves.

Léonard!

When in use, the rangefinder beam

is not visible to the naked eye, of course.

There's electronic image control

in the safety features.

Initial speed: 820m/s.

Magazine: seven cartridges.

RWS with manual loading.

And 60cm of H + L at 1,800m.

Excuse me, sir.

Wait!

Wait, son. Wait, wait...

One second.

Crap.

Crap.

I didn't do that, did I? I didn't do it.

I can't believe it.

- Is there a problem? - No problem. It's nothing.

Grab the rangefinder, pack it all up, let's go.

Come on.

Give me the magazine.

Doniol, be kind enough to check this bullet.

This magazine was not on a rifle.

It was on the rifle.

De Lille, confirm that you saw the rifle cocked with this magazine.

I know nothing about rifles.

Gather your belongings.

Doniol, take him to the station.

You're fired with one month's salary.

Tell security to keep an eye on him

while he gets his belongings out of my house. Now leave.

Mr. Jurrieu?

You could have caused a tragedy

and made my son live with the guilt.

The company's rule for employees

who handle weapons or ammunition carelessly

is summary dismissal.

It doesn't apply to domestic staff.

I didn't make a mistake,

I swear.

You are in no state to swear on anything at all.

I refuse to argue with a former employee.

You're drunk on my property.

Like the magazine this hipflask has a gauge.

It's three quarters empty.

Leave.

I'll bring you the deed of transfer from Hammer before dinner.

You should get dressed.

You father asked for the meal to be served early.

Léonard signs the deed of transfer

and disappears from his father's house.

"The court, ruling by default

"and in first instance having regard to articles...

"declares and finds that the done Léonard Jurrieu

"is guilty...

"...orders the defendant to pay the costs of the present proceedings."

The hearing is adjourned.

I'm not hungry.

So one kebab and one chicken and fries.

It's expensive.

- One day, you'll have a fortune. - I'll have nothing.

- It's over. - Shut your mouth.

You think I'm your lackey.

You wouldn't slit your wrists if I wasn't here to clean it up.

17.50 francs. Well, well.

Go on, show me.

No gangrene here.

It's just that it stinks.

Couldn't even manage to slit his wrists.

Ask me next time.

The girl at the drugstore thought

I wanted to drink it diluted with water.

Léonard,

know why I got thrown out of the navy?

You lied to my father?

Think you're the only one who lies to the old man?

Bullied by my superiors.

Nuclear submarines fascinate people.

Your old man was standing there listening to me.

That's when the lie came to me.

I swear it was actually in his head.

And I told the lie he wanted me to tell.

Where did I get the idea of 30 condoms

on a military submarine that had been underwater for eight weeks?

He's not as stupid as you think, old man Servun.

Look, it's a brown ghost.

it's a brown ghost.

- Only one? - Only one for the moment.

What moment? I told Doniol a crate.

Later.

I came alone. Can we talk?

Congratulations.

You're the first person to beat me.

- Where's my crate? - Shut up. Finish what you have.

I'd obtained your guarantee, full control of the company,

and you have been disinherited.

You're a fanatic.

- You want me to leave? - Stay here.

This man is money.

Go on, sir, there's no risk.

Leave.

Why did you want my father's company?

I'm in transport, clothing, construction,

but above all in the food industry.

The biggest supermarket chain in Europe.

And that's where I have a problem.

This is a long story, but...

I can't sell my shops anymore.

I thought it'd be a good idea to go to Africa or Asia,

where people are starving.

The problem

is that those governments don't want food,

they want arms.

So I have to procure

regular, effective, cheap weapons.

Let my shops in, I'll sell you guns.

I'll give you tax-free sales for a century.

All you have to do is go back to your father's.

I don't have a father.

I came all the way to this ruin as a representative

to foist a kingdom on you.

What more do you want?

Tear up the paper I signed.

No.

It's the only hold I have on you.

- Damn it! - What it is?

Help, Léo!

That brain absorbs alcohol like a sponge.

It's one of his fits. It lasts five minutes.

Nobody's going to mess with me. Give me back my bones.

There's nothing romantic about poverty.

Doniol says your father is asking for you.

He doesn't have anyone else to pass the torch on to.

I could have done so many things.

I was strong,

I was capable,

I was like a child with their arms forever open.

I knew I had enemies,

but why were you waiting for the chance to break my back?

People are slaughtering each other.

Faces screaming on TV.

Soldiers cover the cameras with their hands.

Should I care about their suffering?

Children are being bombed from the air.

Would they stamp on their faces?

The answer doesn't interest me.

Women make bombs.

If you gave them a bonus,

they'd make them with their own entrails.

Do you think all that can continue?

Who says I did that? That I have it on my conscience?

Come with me.

You're sick.

Your mind is sick.

I'll take you somewhere no one can harm you and take care of you.

You'll be able to think. I'll give you whatever you want.

- Go away. - I'm rich.

If everything goes well, I'll make you boss of the Jurrieu company.

Go away.

If I go through this door alone, you'll no longer exist.

The door will no longer exist.

You won't even be dead.

A stain

in an abortion clinic.

Ah, the stairs. He threw the stairs onto me.

Are those horses or people?

I haven't drunk it all.

I'm going to sober up and get real.

You're gonna kill yourself, mate.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Your eyes are closed.

Submarine captains can see in the dark.

Could you take a look and see if it's empty?

Yes.

- Was I gone long? - Five minutes.

It's because you drink too quickly.

When it's short, it's bad.

There was a time when I was happy...

at sea.

I won't be happy now.

You have to pretend you are. Just pretend.

I could teach you a few things.

Why was I dismissed?

I've blown up the planet hundreds of times.

Five years in uniform,

eight months on dry land and four underwater.

Are you sure you're listening.

Yes.

Every two or three days, as ordered by the general staff.

The commander knew it was an exercise,

but the crew didn't.

Each time, it could have been the real thing.

They didn't tell us,

in case we might say "no."

Dissuasion

works on the ignorance of the troops.

We knew it wasn't for real because we were still alive.

If we'd blown up the planet,

the officers would have executed us.

Because...

once we'd killed the world,

it would have made no sense to stay underwater.

So you see, that discipline...

discipline on the bridge.

"Quartermaster Servun to scrub away the filth

"and blow up the planet."

And then one time,

I was in the mess room,

eating.

A sailor had badly injured his arm.

He went to the infirmary, which is behind the mess room.

And then he stopped to catch his breath.

He leaned...

he regained his balance by putting his hand on my table.

There was blood running down his arm.

I carried on eating.

Then this guy made a joke.

Then the two boys headed off to the infirmary.

Where the sailor had placed his hand,

there were bloodstains.

Minuscule drops of blood.

I had a piece of bread in my hand.

I soaked in the blood to mop it up.

- Ah goddam. - What is it?

- Did you see Jonas? - No.

I swallowed it.

Absent mindedly.

The blood was red,

and the bread was so very white, they seemed to go together.

My hand just cleaned up the stain.

It did it on autopilot and chucked it into my mouth.

The cook told the commander.

The commander told the military doctor.

Just a couple more drops of atropine.

That's it. Don't wipe your eyes.

Look at me.

Open your eyes wide.

OK. You can wipe your eyes.

Medical examination.

And what does that remind you of?

This is the first blot.

An ink blot.

Turn the board over.

Want to stop for a bit and talk about something else?

The next blot.

An ink blot, captain?

You notice nothing else?

No.

I did the test.

Ink blots on paper.

Blots.

I was ashamed.

Same.

Take a look at this ink blot.

What did I do wrong?

All this fuss over a piece of bread dipped in blood.

It was bread.

I ate it.

- Alright, Steph? - Hi, Christian.

Fixed. Present broom.

Wait, Steph, I'm coming.

- Stop being dramatic. - No, I feel deranged.

I have no idea.

The submarine is too small.

You have to realize they really push us to be clean in there.

Filth is a sin.

So is being sick and not putting your equipment away.

Éric, pass me...

Here. OK there?

- Ah, my eye! - Here.

Stop! Stop!

Happy now?

- Call the doctor. - I can't see, guys.

He's pissing blood.

- Keep calm. - I can't see.

I'd gouged

the cook's eye out with the handle of my knife.

That bastard had reported me.

Fought in a submarine, on active duty,

fired.

It's wrong, because we're innocent.

Léo, old man,

would you hold my hand?

It hasn't turned.

It's strong.

Wasn't there another bottle?

You spilled it all.

Don't be offended, but the two of us together

can't do anything right.

What do you want?

Perhaps I can't die.

That's what my problem is.

They're throwing shovelfuls of earth down on me.

Léo,

leave me.

Father?

Father?

What do you want?

Were you asleep?

The house is silent.

Do you want money?

I will instruct my accountant.

Father, I need to tell you why I left.

I'm not your father so don't pretend I am.

When you left, I loved you like a son.

Right now, I feel nothing.

I look at you,

and there's nothing.

- I made a mistake. - Don't come back here.

My wife is dead.

I have no friends,

I don't need a valet.

We can't even look each other in the eye.

I'm scared of you.

When you took me in, I didn't deserve your kindness.

I was nobody.

I was lying in my own crap and I was crying.

You weren't good to me.

I was just a thing you happened to come across.

But I survived and I've grown up.

I looked for you everywhere.

Did you know I bought the Industries de Lille?

The accountants found out. A senseless waste of money.

I was trapped.

One of the creditors had a lethal hold over me.

It was Hammer.

Father, look at me.

You're putting my firm to the sword,

you come here all calm and say monstrous things.

Doniol is working for Hammer.

Doniol wrote the deed that put me in his control after your death.

Doniol is my friend, I tell him everything.

He knows all my secrets.

No, it isn't... he isn't...

I'm an idiot.

Is this a joke?

Are you kidding me?

We need to catch Doniol.

Tell him to his face.

- Claude. - Please,

don't betray me now. Let me help you.

- Good evening, Léonard. - Good evening.

The prodigal son has returned.

Finally.

It has been a painful time for us, sir.

Claude, if you don't mind, shall we have a drink?

Whisky?

Coming up.

He didn't even blush.

- Are you trying to trick me? - No.

Your father was so worried.

To your health, old friend.

- Léonard. - To my father.

You two have things to talk about.

Yes, you're right, as always.

Good night.

He's bugged the room.

Pointless,

you tell him everything.

What have I done?

Since you left, he's stayed late every night,

snooping around.

I'm here now. You need somebody.

You can't trust Doniol.

Yes.

I need to go to bed.

We can't do anything

until the law firms open tomorrow.

Why did you hand me over to Hammer?

Greed, fear of being poor.

Isn't that enough for you?

Beware of two things.

God and domestic servants.

Because they know too much about us.

So Doniol has god-like powers.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.

Pray you, love, remember.

And there is pansies,

that's for thoughts...

There's fennel for you, and columbines.

There's rue for you,

and here's some for me;

we may call it herb of grace when it's Sunday.

You must wear your rue with a difference.

There's a daisy.

I would give you some violets, but they withered all

when my father died.

My gentle, sweet sparrow is my only joy.

Will he come back?

Won't he come back?

He won't come back.

I've just checked your will.

It's the duplicate of the one you tore up.

It must be signed by you,

then stamped and sealed in the presence of two witnesses.

Light, please.

I'll be in my office.

He was sitting in my chair.

Don't talk nonsense.

Photocopy it, you'll see,

there will be interference, invisible ink.

He'll sprinkle ashes on it.

I mustn't be bitter.

Give it to me, I'll sign it.

Your pen, Father.

- I have another confession to make. - I'm reading.

I need to tell you now.

Sign.

Once you know, you have to do it.

"All property and effects in my possession at the time of my death."

I'm going to tell the truth, Henri.

Don't leave and don't talk.

Léonard, please, later.

The truth only happens once,

just like being conceived.

I tried to kill you.

I would have done it.

You can hear it in my voice.

You're listening to a recording of your murder.

No, no, no...

I switched the magazines. It was a plausible accident.

Don't move. Keep quiet!

I would have aimed well.

A clean death, you wouldn't have batted an eyelid.

You passed me the rifle yourself in front of witnesses.

The whole sky was smiling down at me.

The lens brought your face so close.

You were leaning forward to kiss me.

I could have counted the hairs in your beard.

I felt your last seconds as if I were you.

I filled them with life.

I drew them out.

I gave you a long life.

Now, you're thinking,

"Servun saved my life.

"I was given a reprieve by a fool."

No.

I didn't shoot because of a bird.

One last thing.

I say I didn't kill you, Father,

but it's just another lie.

You're dead and so am I.

You walk around breathing, but I killed you.

I got inside your skin.

That's where I'm sitting now.

And your bones are in me,

as if they'd been wrapped in the wrong package.

I killed you to show you

that I was capable of taking your place.

I've earned the right to take your place!

I can live your life!

Who else could you entrust your company to, if not an assassin?

Any father would envy you!

I'm a son who's worthy of you!

I killed you.

But now, I give you life.

We can't forget what I said.

I'm the father and the son.

If you choose well,

you are the father I desired.

We'll live together like brothers.

Father.

Father!

- Father! - Your father has had an attack.

- Where is he? - In his room.

Father?

Father!

Christ almighty.

Did you hear me?

Did you hear me?

Did you hear me, Father?

A half-signature.

He started to write his name and then he stopped.

- When did he come upstairs? - No idea.

Goddammit.

Lawyer's fees for a half-signed will.

- Did you hear him come upstairs? - No. Shit!

I can't think with a corpse in the house.

We need to finish this signature.

The pen.

What can I do?

Let's not be hypocritical.

Pen.

I learnt how to forge his signature

for minor documents.

We'll say that...

he signed his will this morning.

I only heard the click.

I've come to talk to you, brother.

I saw news of the old man's death on TV.

Not too exhausted from counting all that money?

Now you're going to pay.

Am I going to go to the police?

Why?

I couldn't understand

why you came to my shack to stick me.

What does he want?

Does he feel so sorry for me

that he came to pour out nice golden honey for me?

You're a bastard.

You tampered with the rifle,

you stole the cartridges. You tried to kill your father.

Who's going to believe you?

I can't prove what I know,

but you're going to pay.

For the navy.

I want a million francs.

- A real million. - Jonas,

I envy you,

because you ask for so little.

"So little"?

I want it all, dammit.

You should have come a month ago

and spoken to my father.

You have the cops breathing down your neck.

I'm the man you need.

I'll swear an oath that it was me who filled the magazine.

I'll swear anything, but first, you pay.

I'll give you

500,000 francs.

But you'll have to earn it.

All right, go ahead and swing. And I'll disappear.

I don't have that kind of money on me.

We'll have to go to the bank.

Jonas,

take that stool.

Why?

Over there.

No, no, no.

I'm not getting involved in that.

Over there.

Are you out of your mind?

The money.

I don't want to do that.

Is it for you or one of your buddies?

Try it.

- It will hold. - Try!

I've tried, goddammit.

Now you're going to play on your own.

You're going to kick the chair.

No.

No. I've done some idiotic things, but no.

Shit.

Give me my money and I'll get out of here.

When I'm dead.

Dead?

I'm going to smash your head in and take your money.

Don't steal it, earn it.

No.

You could take my watch, yours is ridiculous.

You bastard, you won't get away with this.

The man who blew up the planet.

I'll cut the rope.

You'll fall to the ground.

And I'll take your money.

Knocking a chair over for 500,000 francs.

You're a monster.

You can stick your 500,000 francs up your ass.

Maybe you threw the notes away when we left the bank.

I'll tell you when to knock it over.

Oh no.

Don't do this, son. It's not necessary.

Let's go.

Now.

We should have tied your arms.

It's no use, asshole.

Now!

I didn't want to do it. My money.

It's my whole life's salary. Hallelujah.

The watch.

I take it, huh?

It was you who told me to take it.

Son, I hope it didn't hurt too much.

I have to go.

Let go of the rope or it'll be even worse.

Léonard?

Léo?

Are you sure you don't want me to unhook you?

There's still time.

Right.

Bye.

Sleep, handsome prince, sleep.

Goodnight, sweet prince.

May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Laura Haydon Subtitles: TransPerfect Media