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I was quietly dying with my family, bothering no one.

But the system had to come and provoke me.

That's why I lost my cool.

And anger is like money.

When it works it grows and eventually needs an outlet.

Inspired by the novel Inhuman Resources by Pierre Lemaître

Management says that in every action there's a moment of truth.

Faced with challenges, some give up, some double down.

Others change strategy.

I did all three at once.

I gave up on the job as hiring manager

because I knew it wasn't meant for me.

But I still went to Exxya as planned,

but I decided to change methods.

That's simply not true...

I hear what you're saying, but I'm telling you you're wrong.

Look, I understand,

but I can't talk now.

Fine, well in that case, don't come.

I get it. Don't come, OK?

I'm sorry.

That's right, goodbye.

Mr. Delambre, you came.

- Why, is it cancelled? - Not at all.

Come this way, I want you to meet

Mr. Fontana, our team leader.

Mr. Delambre... And this is Miss Rivet,

a candidate like you for the hiring position.

Hello.

Are there only two of us?

Well guess what, you get more chances now.

Coffee?

No thanks.

Let's go then. Follow me, this way.

17th floor.

You got the details of the setup in the confidential note.

- Can you activate the cameras? - Yes.

For the meeting, we chose a room they're familiar with.

There are six cameras.

They cover every angle and track movements.

The images are transmitted to a room one floor below.

That's how you'll see everything that happens here.

The interrogation room has three cameras. Here, there and over there.

Also linked to the control room.

It's easier to break them when they're questioned separately.

Follow me.

From here, you can watch the candidates in both meeting and interrogation rooms.

Mr. Delambre, you sit here, Miss Rivet next to him.

Wear these headsets.

They're connected to my earpiece.

When you press this button, you ask your questions,

which I'll transmit to the hostages.

- Is it clear or do I need to repeat? - Perfectly clear.

It's fine.

Are you OK, Mr. Delambre?

Yes.

Really? Are you sure?

I'm fine.

What's going on?

Mr. Delambre seems to be in a bad physical condition. I don't know if we can do this.

- What do you mean by "bad condition"? - He seems very nervous.

Nervous?

That's normal. We're all nervous.

Am I not nervous?

Mr. Dorfmann, the CEO of Exxya.

- Pleased to meet you. - Hello.

Hello.

Well, this is quite an impressive setup.

And motivating, I imagine.

- Good luck to you both. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Will you frisk them?

Sorry?

When they're taken hostage, will you search them?

Of course.

Can we let a hostage keep his phone?

We leave them alone for a little while

and see how each of them reacts.

- All right. - Perfect.

- May I talk to you a minute? - Of course.

You told me there'd be five.

Yes, but in view of the difficulty...

We'll have a talk about this.

Well...

- Take your coat off. - No, I'm cold.

He's really angry.

- I noticed. - He's right to be.

He's mad at me for handing over the money without asking him.

It's hard to refuse.

Your dad can be very persuasive.

He's moving! Feel it.

- Where? - Here.

Oh, yes!

If he doesn't pay us back soon...

Your dad will pay you back.

You can count on him. You know that.

- How could he do this to me? - This job is his last chance.

It's normal that he's holding on to it.

No more benefits... He has to do menial jobs, it's humiliating at his age.

I know he doesn't tell me everything.

Some nights he says he's playing cards, but I think...

he has a night job.

Your father's a strong man,

you can rely on him.

If he said he'll pay you back, then he will.

Is he sure he'll get this job?

He paid for it.

I hope Grégory turns the page.

- Can you talk to him? - Yes.

He's angry right now but with the apartment and the baby coming,

it'll all blow over. Dad needs to make an effort.

Of course.

What will you do?

I'm going home.

I need to be at his side.

He's right about one thing.

He has to get this job.

Then we'll forget about it.

Florence Ancelin, 43, media relations.

Did you have a nice weekend? What did you do yesterday?

I went swimming.

- Really? - Yes.

I didn't stay long but long enough.

Swimming's good. I go to a private pool...

Jean-Marie Guéneau, 40, market specialist,

head of accounting. At his side is Clémentine Haddad

who handles strategy & development.

- Hello. - Hi.

How are you?

- How was your Saturday? - A bit short.

Paul Cousin, 53, Dorfmann's project director.

Hello, everyone.

- Hi, Jean-Marie. - Hi.

- How are you? - Fine, thanks.

- You said his job was? - Dorfmann's project director.

- Hello, Clémentine. - Hi, Paul.

Right. Let's get started.

Do you know why he called us in?

No idea.

We'll find out.

You OK, Florence?

I'm good.

Just a bit tired.

Sweden's a secondary market.

I saw the memo with Fournier.

- I'm not impressed. - You don't know the details.

Our priority should be China...

- Good morning. Sorry I'm late. - Hello, Alexandre.

Good morning.

Aren't we happy to be here on Sunday?

We love it!

A good idea, no?

I want to call an emergency board meeting.

- Again? - Yes.

Here we go. Good luck to you both.

I don't want to give them time to think.

As you know, it's the best thing to do...

to kick away the ladder.

We have news from Seattle.

Connel-Evans, again...

We're all set, guys. Let's go!

So you have the documents about...

Are you OK, Florence?

Yes, I'm fine. Why is everyone asking me?

Because we love you, Florence!

You seem afraid of the Asian market.

On a Sunday!

Is anyone else coming?

- No. - Fournier, maybe?

- No, just you four and me. - Joubert, maybe?

- On your feet, hands on your head! - Get up, quick! Move it!

What don't you understand, bitch!

- Hands on your head! - Now!

- What do you want? - Shut up!

Shut up!

What are you doing? Get back! Get back, I said!

Get back! Get back!

Over here!

Against the window! Move it!

Against the window! Get back!

Go on, with the rest of them! Move it!

Where are you going?

Look in front of you.

What do you call this, eh?

Face the wall! And you, look in front of you!

Understood?

Get the body out.

Spread your legs, asshole! Spread them!

Understood? Do you want to get shot?

Look in front of you!

What's your problem, bitch? Raise your hands and stop moaning!

I said to look in front of you!

Shut the fuck up. You gonna shut up, fuckface?

Want me to blow your head off? Raise your hands!

Spread'em! Wider than that.

Shut the fuck up! Stop crying!

Don't turn around!

Want a bullet, asshole? Is that what you want. Don't you understand?

Hey, do you think I'm kidding?

Raise your hands, raise them!

- Stop crying! - Yeah, quit sobbing!

Honey?

Hello?

Yes, I'm home.

Sad.

Listen, I don't know what to tell you.

It's a very confusing time for me. I don't even know where Alain is.

I'd better go. OK?

Yes.

You too, take care.

Bye.

Hello, Charles.

It's Nicole.

I don't know where Alain is, I'm looking for him.

If you hear anything, could you please call me?

Thanks.

Nothing better to do?

- Anything under there? - No.

- Nothing there? Sure? - No.

Nothing under there?

You like coming to work on a Sunday, bitch?

Huh?

- Nothing under there, huh? - No!

- Well done, you were great. - Not bad, no?

- Looked real? - Very.

Perfect.

Spread! Come on! Get those hands higher! Higher!

You there...

Arms up!

Sit down on your hands.

Come on! Faster!

Come on! Hurry up!

Stretch your legs out.

- Hands under your ass! - Legs out!

Lower your head.

Lower your head!

Lower your head!

Stop whining!

Our cause is worth every sacrifice.

We're willing to die and kill you too.

Mr. Fontana, leave them alone.

OK, I'm on my way.

Don't move!

Is that clear?

They killed Alexandre!

Don't move, they're watching. You'll get us killed.

They weren't there last week.

What are they after? What cause did he mean?

I don't want to die.

- I still have my phone. - Call the police! Quick!

Are you mad? You'll get us all killed.

- Call the police! - Fuck it, no! You'll get us killed!

Give me your phone!

- Give me your phone! - Jean-Marie!

- We can't let them phone. - Let's start with Guéneau.

- Jean-Marie, listen... don't do it! - I said pass the phone.

- Listen, Jean-Marie. Please! - Give it!

Give it to me!

What's your code?

It's my thumbprint.

Give me that phone.

- Whose is it? - It's his.

You're all responsible.

No, I swear! I told him to give it to you.

The moment of truth, already!

I told you, this game works!

- Is this your phone? - No...

- Why does she say it is? - I don't know.

It's not yours?

Are you fucking with me?

It belongs to someone.

It has to be someone's, right?

I'll ask again, whose phone is it?

It's mine.

It's mine.

- No! No! - Get up! Get up!

No! I don't want to! No!

Please...

What the fuck are you doing?

- I don't want to die. - Shut up!

Let me go! No!

Shut it!

Back to your place!

Are you fucking with me?

Spread your legs!

Lower your head, sit on your hands.

- Sit! - No...

Don't kill me please.

We don't intend to, Mr. Guéneau. Unless you make us.

We don't intend to, Mr. Guéneau. Unless you make us.

Please...

You wanted to call the police and to harm our cause?

You wanted to call the police and to harm our cause?

What do you want?

That's not how we'll proceed, Mr. Guéneau.

That's not how we'll proceed, Mr. Guéneau.

You're one of Exxya's financial officers

and as such, you know lots of confidential information.

Contracts, deals, transactions.

So I'm asking you: what can you give us in exchange for your life?

I don't know. I don't understand.

We both know, don't we, Mr. Guéneau,

that oil contracts are like icebergs.

A large part is hidden.

You were personally involved in several contracts, right?

What contracts? What exactly do you want?

You tell me.

Please tell me what you want.

Do you believe in God, Mr. Guéneau?

Yes.

We have that in common. Are you married? Do you have any children?

A girl and two boys.

I have two girls myself.

It's good to have a family. It's important.

Yes, it's important.

In fact, you and I aren't that different.

Tell me, Mr. Guéneau.

How are things between you and your wife?

How's sex? Is everything OK?

Why are you asking me this?

Are you hiding stuff from her?

Why?

Or from your employer?

That's not the same!

Yes, it is! When you lie, Mr. Guéneau, you lie to everyone!

Excellent!

I told you. My joker.

Get up and take your clothes off.

You have 10 seconds or you're dead!

I told you we'd strip them.

Mr. Guéneau, do you really think we can trust a man like you?

We need to expose your company.

We need solid evidence. We know you have information.

Bribes, shady deals.

You know what I mean?

Mr. Fontana, get his laptop, quick.

His laptop.

Mr. Guéneau...

No, no...

Take your laptop.

Quick!

Which one is it?

Which one? Forward!

Hurry up!

Give us something that's useful to our cause, Mr. Guéneau,

or we'll send photos to your family and kids

and expose you to your colleagues.

And before leaving, I'll blow your head off!

Get up.

Get up!

Nice work, Mr. Delambre. That was very interesting.

- Impressive. - Yes.

I suggest we move on to the next one. Any suggestions...

Ancelin. She seems like a good contender now.

Yes, Ancelin. She said the least apart from the emotional side.

Mr. Fontana.

Keep them waiting. We'll get back to you.

- I think Cousin showed some courage. - Yes, with Jean-Marie.

With the cellphone.

- I agree. - Haddad seems to be coping.

But yes, the one we have the less information on...

is Ancelin, yes...

Freeze! Nobody moves!

Now I'm in charge! Put your phones down!

And the headsets! Quick!

Move it!

Faster! And now out!

Faster, faster!

Out, left, take the hallway down!

Move it, move it!

- What are you playing at? - I'll show you!

Join your pals! Faster!

Do you want a bullet in the head?

Up the stairs, quick!

Go on!

Up!

Move!

Oh, yes!

These aren't blanks!

- Look... - Shut your mouth!

The unemployed are in charge! Are you one? No!

So shut up and get the fuck over there.

Faster!

Did you enjoy playing dead?

Want to try it for real?

Sit down, I tell you!

There!

Put your toys on the table! Put them down.

Faster!

Now let's split you up. We can't mix dirt with scum!

Exxya here, Lacoste and your tramp over there!

Move it!

And you, Batman, off with the mask!

Faster!

I want all you terrorists together. On the floor face down!

Arms and legs spread.

Come on!

Spread them!

You too.

Head down!

Head down.

You must feel like shit.

To be face down like a customer at a supermarket during a hold-up

must feel humiliating.

Humiliation's a bad thing. It makes people violent.

I know the feeling.

- Thank you... - Shut the fuck up!

Watch out, now! Nobody moves!

Head down!

OK terrorists, time to cool it. Get on your feet!

Sit over there.

Sit on your hands, legs spread.

Same for you!

Sit on your hands, legs spread!

My new strategy

was to adopt theirs.

They wanted to terrorize their executives. I did the same.

They used guns. I had a gun.

They wanted to test reactions, I was testing theirs.

You see, the corporate world is like the Far West.

To survive,

you must be armed all the time, ready to shoot first.

This is ridiculous. What do you want?

A job.

Isn't that why we're here?

I did everything to get this job.

You let me believe I had a chance but you lied

because to you I'm not even a human-being!

In the end, asshole,

you were right.

Your joker is winning the game.

That was smart of you.

So, big man, are you ready to die for the corporate cause?

No, please...

We're all here thanks to you.

"Mr. Delambre, it's the end of the tunnel."

I'll shove that tunnel up yours.

Tell me,

does your boss know about you and your slut?

No?

You didn't tell him?

Hey, Alex, you didn't know about Rivet and Lacoste?

I guess they fucked you over too!

Well it's nice to know I'm not alone.

Move!

Before I toss you out of the window.

Sit on your hands, spread your legs.

French industry is open for business!

How about you, tough guy? You're not showing off now, are you?

In spite of your nice rig!

Your hot team, your cameras, your stupid fake guns!

What a pity!

But watch out,

these are real bullets, we're not playing cowboys and Indians!

Speaking of Indians,

where's the big chief?

There he is.

Hey?

This'll make you laugh.

You remind me of J.F.K.

You really do. Handsome, charming, died so young.

What a pity!

You look worried all of a sudden.

I hope you don't regret leaving the bank. That'd be a pity!

For a guy who sells drones and combat helicopters

to be held up by an unemployed asshole,

it must hurt!

I'll grant you that.

You have big responsibilities, don't you?

Planning all those lay-offs.

That alone, what a job!

Because it's not only firing those morons,

you've got to negotiate, sometimes, and for that you need real men,

real soldiers of capitalism!

So he doesn't want to choose just anyone.

And to find the best, nothing beats a good hostage scheme!

And you're in luck

because here we are!

Tell us what you want!

I want to know...

how many will get bumped off at Beauvais.

I can kill you all. All of you. How many are there of you?

Ten.

But I'm an artisan.

You work on an industrial scale.

So, at Beauvais, how many are you going to sack?

I don't know yet.

Come on, Jupiter, no false modesty. How many?

I don't know exactly.

It'll come back to you.

- Next time it'll be in your head, fucker! - Fuck!

Come and get your friend.

Faster!

He's seriously wounded. He could bleed to death. Call an ambulance.

Stop it, you're making me cry!

Is there a doctor in the room?

No?

Sorry, pal, there's no doctor.

I don't like to see you in pain. I'll finish you off.

- What are you doing up? - He needs a tourniquet.

Go ahead.

Listen. Just tell us what you want and let's get this over with.

Who are you?

The model employee who comes to his company's rescue.

How moving!

Speaking of which,

well done!

You really fucked him over.

You steal his job as CEO,

then get him to do your dirty work.

Tell me...

Is he in charge of bribes?

Where? Russia? China?

Let me think...

Africa?

Why not tell us.

Be careful! Ivy League gets you everywhere, even to the cemetery.

Come on, tell me. Just between us.

What the hell do you want? Shit!

Nothing.

My friends wanted to have a party.

Let's take some hostages at Exxya.

I thought: "What a great idea!"

I don't care who wins. The main thing is to play.

You've been counting the bullets.

I still have enough left, don't worry.

There's one for you.

You'll die in the line of duty. You'll just love it!

One for Lacoste.

My joker, this fucker!

And the third

for our dear CEO.

But no fake blood this time.

No, no, no! I want the real, hot, top-quality stuff!

And the last one for me!

Nobody moves!

Who else wants to fuck around?

You'll see what happens.

At that point,

everyone got confused.

My new job-seeking strategy

made a big impression on the employer,

but something told me that Exxya might be a little bit reticent

to offer me a top-level job.

The hostage situation is still on going at Exxya France

in La Défense, Paris...

The police has cordoned off

the entire area...

SWAT teams are present.

What we know is that the intruder who's in his fifties

has taken hostage...

...at gunpoint several executives of Exxya France,

the avionics company.

No demands have been made.

At this point, terrorism hasn't been ruled out.

That's all we know for the moment,

there'll be a press release in the coming hours.

We need to buy time. I need all the info we can get on this guy.

- I'll draw up a psychological profile. - OK.

You take unit two.

- Charlie unit in place. - Roger that.

Sitrep, guys?

- Alpha and Bravo in place. - Good.

Omega.

Omega, do you read me? Tell me if anything moves.

- How long has he been out? - 45 minutes. Work him.

- Is that him? - I'm counting on you, Patrice.

Gentlemen.

- Mr. Cousin, are you okay? - Yes, thanks.

I'm Patrice Moreau, the negotiator. I have a few questions, if that's OK.

Of course.

Thank you.

Omega 1 in position. 8 people at the windows.

I can't see further inside.

Do you have suspect in view?

Target not in view. Need a spotter.

- Mr. Delambre? - Yes.

My name is Patrice Moreau, I'm the police negotiator.

Can you give me an update on the hostages?

They're fine, everyone's doing fine.

Great.

What exactly do you want?

Can you find me a job?

Everyone here has a job.

If I kill one and let the others go, can I have his job?

We can discuss everything, Alain.

- Can I call you Alain? - No, it's Mr. Delambre.

- We weren't pals at the job center. - OK. We can talk.

But first, release the wounded man and the four women.

- That's a requirement. - OK.

Omega 1 here. Gunshot inside.

A hole in the window.

Command here. Anyone hit?

Mr. Delambre.

Omega 3 here. Suspect not visible. I can't shoot.

Fuck it, he fired!

Patrice to Omega. I need info, what happened?

Omega 1 here. I can't see if he shot a hostage.

Back in position. Come on!

Omega 1 here, the hostages are leaning against the windows.

One hostage moved to the side.

I have an opening

Command here. Is suspect in sight?

Negative. No clear shot at the moment.

Omega 1, suspect in sight.

Shot authorized.

Omega 1, suspect out of sight.

Yes?

Alain...

Alain, it's me.

Can you...

Can you hear me?

Talk to me.

Talk to me, Alain. I'm here.

My love,

I don't want them to hurt you.

Forgive me.

Don't hang up.

Shit!

He hung up.

I want to call him again.

Not right away.

- Calm down. - Oh, my God!

It's going to be OK, sit down.

Turn around!

You too!

Spread your legs!

It's over.

Alpha unit on the roof.

Bravo unit on the roof.

Come on, come on!

Clémentine, the stairs!

Charlie unit going in.

Ground floor clear.

Charlie unit taking stairs.

Thank you.

- Hello, are you Mr. Delambre's daughter? - Yes. I'm also his lawyer.

Then you should advise him to give himself up.

Yes, but I demand guarantees...

Stop right there. You don't demand anything.

My job is to get your father out alive.

But the hostages are the victims, here, and they're my top priority.

- Are we clear on this? - Yes.

Your mom's already here.

- Are you OK? - Don't worry, I'm here.

Delta to Command. We have the hostages.

Nine hostages, one wounded.

Command to medics. We have a wounded hostage here.

Floor 16 clear.

Alpha and Bravo on floor 17.

Target not located.

Charlie to Command. Sweeping floor 16.

Alpha Bravo to Command. Hostage area reached.

Floor clear.

Zone clear. Nothing to report.

Office 2 clear.

Clear.

Charlie to Command. In position in front of the office door on floor 16.

We're going in.

Roger that.

Break in!

Charlie to Command. We're in the control room.

Hallway clear.

There he is!

He's moving with a handgun. A pistol.

What floor?

Floor 17. He appears to be alone.

Command to Alpha Bravo. This is for you.

Charlie to Alpha Bravo. The suspect is in an office.

I confirm: alone and armed.

Roger that.

Charlie to Alpha. Office 5.6, west of the lifts.

- Do you have any news? - Not now.

Are you in contact with him?

Not now. We're in the middle of an operation. Sit down and I'll come to you.

Charlie to Command. He's switching the cameras off.

Camera 5 is off.

Camera 4 is off.

He's heading to number 3.

We'll lose visual contact.

All visual contact lost.

Command to Alpha Bravo. Go!

3, 2, 1, go!

OK. Roger.

Omega 2 to Command. Unit in sight.

Moving through.

Office clear.

Red!

Alpha to Command. Contact with suspect.

You're surrounded, give yourself up!

Mr. Delambre, give yourself up!

Give yourself up!

Come on, Mr. Delambre.

I want to see your gun.

Put it on the floor and slide it towards us.

- I want to see my wife. - No!

Slide the gun towards us!

Put the gun on the floor and slide it towards us!

Now!

On the floor, face down!

Get down on the floor, right now!

Delambre, get down!

Lie down!

On the floor!

On the floor, now!

Delambre, I said on the floor! Now!

Face down on the floor, Mr. Delambre!

Arms and legs spread wide! Do it!

Alpha to Command. Suspect restrained.

Come on!

- Mom! - Alain!

Let me through!

Alain!

Let go of me!

Easy.

- It's OK, he's alive. - Calm down, Mom.

The latest on the hostage situation.

The suspect at the Exxya tower

has been arrested by the SWAT team.

It seems there are no fatalities among the hostages

but we're waiting for police confirmation.

There'll be a press conference this evening.

Everyone seemed to find the role-playing scheme fantastic.

The employees accepted the employer's needs as their own.

If he kept up the pressure, the system had all the time in the world.

It was a great day for the corporate world.

Yes.

Since when?

Very well, thank you.

Mr. Fontana, it's Dorfmann.

We have a problem.

I think Mr. Delambre fucked us big time.

I want to see you immediately.