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I'd like to tell her
why I did it.

When I killed Marc...

When I killed him, I wasn't myself.

You mean...

Sorry. Please continue.

I don't remember what I said.

That you were under the influence...

I had been drinking.

Him too.

Did you both have alcohol problems?

Yes.

It happens.

We never saw each other again,
so I never told her,

in all consciousness, with a clear head,

what has happened.

And no apologies offered.

We have both lost a lot.

Does it feel like you
have you lost just as much?

No of course not. Sorry.

She lost her son because of me.
I'll never forgive myself for that.

But I've also lost things.

I lost my partner.
My daughter lost her father.

Maybe I will
my daughter will never return.

It's not easy either.

Naturally. I understand.
-Yes?

Do you understand?

Real?

Forgive me for interrupting,

but it didn't go anywhere.

Michel, you understand the experience
not from this person.

No one can understand it.

You can try to imagine it.

Yes, but she seemed so down
that I wanted to support her.

Support through listening
is the best you can do.

So, how did you feel?

It was difficult.

I kept making mistakes, I guess.

I found it difficult to listen.
I was so stressed.

It didn't go smoothly.
We kept interrupting.

You two definitely kept interrupting.

Silences were not respected.

Too much commentary, Michel.
-Yes.

Many closed questions.

Too many suggestions, Fanny.

And too judgmental.

I didn't think I was being judgmental.

But I was probably trying to provoke.
Squeezing things out of her.

Abandon that goal immediately.

Provoking things is not your role.

You are not here as a lawyer or agent.

You're definitely not CPIP.

Leave your usual positions behind.

And be yourself.

What you offer these people

is the opposite
of what the rest offers.

You don't speak for them.

You're not suggesting anything.
And doesn't try to change them.

Listen. Take it in.

Unconditional.

You don't know who they are anymore
or what they should do.

Know that or do something else.

Give them space to think
and they think.

Otherwise they say what they always say.

And not what they never say.

You're invasive.

Give them space.
You don't know this person.

Learn from her.

Follow her without judgment,
without diagnoses.

Flight mode.

Did you feel heard?

Yes.
-No.

You felt welcome, respected,

you got attention, and that's great.

But you didn't feel heard.

Sorry for being so harsh
but this is crucial.

Understand that.

Absolutely understand.

Restorative justice is a martial art.

a year later

Good.

Come on.

New hairdo?

Yes, Martine has me

quickly trimmed.
-Looks good.

You also looked good longer and rougher.

Everything suits you.

It's going to be tight with the meeting afterwards.

I take late arrivals into account...

Plan for more time in jail.

Hello.

Let us introduce ourselves.

I'm Fanny, CPIP
and mediator trained in restorative justice.

And I'm Michel.

I have worked in education,

as a volunteer
at the Victim Support Group

and I am a mediator
trained in restorative justice.

How are you?

How are you doing now?

It's crazy.

It would be nice
if you can tell us something about yourself.

My name is Nassim.

I'm 29.

Good.

Thanks, Nassim.

Can you tell us
how you heard about restorative justice?

My supervisor talked about it.

What do you know?

Your idea about it?

Victims meet prisoners, right?

Yes that's right.

It's a program that
offers the opportunity to meet

between people
who have committed criminal offenses

and victims of similar forms
of crime.

In this case theft with violence.

Does the judge know about it?

Whoever signs up for the program, yes.

But the content of meetings
is confidential.

Is it positive when you do it?

Do judges approve?

My case is coming up.

We can't say that.

It is on a voluntary basis.

There is no quid pro quo.
So it doesn't cost you anything,

but you get nothing in return.

No remission of punishment.

What's the point then?

Communication.

You can ask questions.

You can say what you have experienced
how it felt...

I've said what I did so many times.

I refuse to look back.

I focus on the future.

The future?

What does that one look like?

How are you?

That is a long time ago.

Good to hear your voice.

I'm making a cake
for dinner with a friend.

And you?

I'm calling because you are in our database.

Yes. Five years ago after a robbery.
For legal assistance.

To see my brother again.

But not in a cafe or...

I don't know where he is,
but apparently he's back.

My cousin called to tell me.

I do...

I don't want to bump into him.

I want to see him
so as not to bump into him.

He used to have a restraining order,
but not anymore.

I can't stop him

to move back

or go to certain places...

That's right. Just discuss things.

Stuff?

When he wants to go to the cemetery.

The cinema.

The swimming pool.

That's the minimum.

Some cafes maybe too.

Some restaurants.

What day, what time...

I don't know how you do something like that

is organizing.

First we define your expectations.

Then I will pass on your request to...

What do we call him?

Don't know.

As you wish.

What is his name?
-Benjamin.

Delarme.

Mr. Delarme?

I will pass on your request
to Mr. Delarme.

If he agrees
with the mediation process,

we talk one-on-one

every three weeks for six months.

We may add more dates as we go,
as needed.

How do you contact him?

The SPIP needs him
had in their files.

Unless you have a number or address?

Not anymore.

But I know someone who has.

I ask her.

If you know someone who has his number,
then let's try through her

to contact Mr. Delarme.

As a kind of mediation.

Yes, but that person can't be.

I don't trust her.

Good.

So where do we start?

Where you want.

Do you need to know in detail what happened?

Tell me what you think I should know

to be the best help in this process.

Okay...

Here we go.

It can be long-winded.

Take your time.

I was sexually abused and raped
by my older brother

since I was seven. He was 13.

He tried to sodomize me
when I was 12.

It hurt. I screamed.

It did not work.

Then he stopped.

Nobody knew.

A year later my parents divorced.
I lived with my father.

My mother stayed with my brother.
Half-brother actually.

I grew up.

I started dating. It was difficult.

When I was 17 I told him
to my then boyfriend.

And my family.

Everyone except my grandmother believed me.

Don't file a complaint, she said.

I filed a report anyway.

He admitted it during the trial.

But he claimed...

He didn't know I didn't want that.

He wasn't mature enough
to know what he did.

I have no idea
whether it was an excuse or that

he really thought that.

He was convicted of rape.

He was imprisoned for three years.

Then he moved.

I never saw him again.

That was 12 years ago.

Wait, I'm busy.
I have to write down the conversation.

Thank you.

At my first court case
I got 15 years.

On appeal, another 15 years.

In the last ten years.

Because I had been thinking.

I had changed. The judge saw it.

At first I didn't understand why it took so long.

No one was dead, injured or anything.

And the victims lied.

They mixed everyone up
and accused me.

They didn't recognize me.

What would the victims think?
about what happened?

Don't know.

I wanted to tell them, 'Okay...

'I messed up. I'm going to jail.
That is normal.

'It's over for you.

'Take your money and enjoy it.

'Don't get hung up on it. Continue.'

I do not understand
why victims don't move on.

Really and truly.

I really don't understand.

Hello.

Come on in.

I have macarons.

No thanks. Too sweet for me.

Is coffee okay for you?

Tasty.

What do you want from him?

Hasn't he suffered enough?

The trial was horrible for him.
He has lost everything.

His job, girlfriend, all his friends.

He never got over it.

I'm not going to bother him.

It's a long time ago. In the past.

Very nice,

those new kitchen tiles.

They are not new.

At least ten years old.

Here.

Bitch.

Bitch.

What a stupid bitch.

Huge bitch.

I had her
dog shit macarons.

Eat them. No problem.
Sugar free, 100% shit.

Are you going to him?

If he wants to see me, yes.

What are you going to say?

I will pass on your request.

Clearly stated. In your words.

I have macarons.

Do you want one?
-No thanks.

They are not too sweet.

Very much so.

Later on.

Submit a request,
means coming back with an answer.

And for you, receiving an answer.

If he agrees, how do you respond?

Relieved, I think.

Then we can arrange things and...

I won't be so scared
that I meet him.

Or maybe.

Maybe I'll be very scared.

And I get insomnia.

Or worse insomnia than normal.

A refusal might be even worse.
In terms of stress.

Then I'll never close an eye again.

Will you never close an eye again?

Yes.

After he quit, it took a year
before I could sleep again.

I didn't know it had stopped for good.

I thought it would start again.

It always did.

When you say 'scared'

what exactly do you mean?

Not afraid in the sense
that he would attack me.

Not afraid of him.

I'm just afraid of...

Don't know.

The dialogue you
want to enter into with Mr. Delarme,

doesn't have to be face to face.

There are other ways.

By telephone, by email
or via a video call.

I want to see him.

It is important.

Why is it important?

Don't know.

It feels like it has to be this way.

Hello. My name is Judith.

I am a lawyer
at the local Victim Support Group

and a mediator
who is trained in restorative justice.

Am I calling at a bad time?
Can we talk?

Mrs Chloé Delarme
has contacted.

She has started a lawsuit
of restorative mediation on October 8.

She wants the opportunity
to communicate with you

about organizational aspects

to live your daily life in the same area
to ease

without contact.

Sir?

Sorry, I couldn't hear you.

Why do victims do this?

What do you think?

Why do you think they come?

See if we have any remorse?

Not to accuse us, but...

Tell them we're guilty.

How did it feel to hear that?

That I'm guilty?

It's true.

Some victims are very angry.

If they talk loudly to you,

how do you respond?

When they say...

What you did...

It's not...

Not good.

You have no respect for others,
for human life.

You are selfish cowards.

Showoffs, not men.

That's right.

You don't think about others.
It's a shame.

You didn't get long enough.

You had the choice. Not me.

You get released. I got a life sentence.

It will never just stop.

It's their right to say that.

Maybe it doesn't work out that way.

Certainly.
-But it can happen.

We want you to be ready.

Can you do it on Thursday?
a conversation after salsa?

There is time for Mrs. Benoît

from 7:30 PM to 8:30 PM.

I'll drop you off at salsa, wait for you

and then we go.

That is mean. My husband will kill me.

Does Martine never complain?

He's fed up.

Mr. Delarme?
-Yes.

I'm Judith.

Nice to meet you.

Can you hear me?
-Fine.

I met Benjamin,
the brother of my victim, Chloé.

Continue.

He likes to participate in the process,

but is shocked that she doesn't like him
wants to meet. He wants to understand why.

And why she filed a report.

That hurt him.

He claims he didn't know
that she didn't want.

She never said no.

He says he never forced her.

He says

that he was also a child
and didn't know how serious it was.

He lives with his girlfriend,
who is of Caribbean descent.

They want to have children.

They have a business project together.

And further...

Crumpled?
-Shriveled.

Nonsense.

First of all, shriveled doesn't fit.

Do you get the concept?
don't like crossword puzzles?

It fits, look.

Far-shrive...

Peld.

It does not fit.

Thank you.

Seriously, what a mess...

Popcorn.

Michael.

You are one of my kind.

Do you know?
-Absolute.

Do you think you are a good lover too?

Ask Martine,
but I think so.

Probably.

May I?

Judith.
-Sit down.

What would you like?

A glass of wine.

White.

A glass of white wine, please.

My husband. I told him I was going out to dinner.

Issues?

What an asshole.

Even without trench warfare at home

I need to let off steam.

Thank you.

Have you met the brother?

How did it go?

Good.

Difficult, but okay.

Didn't you get chills?

I don't think so, what do you mean?

I find it hard
with sex offenders.

Robbers, murderers, no problem.

I even get along with them.

But rapists...

I don't know if I'm with them
can exercise restorative justice.

I'll pay attention next time.

On you.
-Cheers.

Here's to us, friends.

Hello.

Judith, I'm from the restorative justice team.

Gregoire. Nice to meet you.

Hello.

Hi, Judith.

Nawelle, this is Judith. She works with us.

Hi, Sabine.

Grégoire, how are you?

Good thanks.

I'm going.

We are here. This is Yvette.

And Cyril.

They are present at every meeting.

This is where the meetings take place

from next week.

A glass of water?

Or coffee maybe?

Can I get coffee?
-Me, too.

Coffee.

Sabine, something?

No thanks.

I'll grab some water.

I went to a psychiatrist for a year.
It did me good.

I sleep better now.

But

the pain, the wound deep inside,

doesn't heal, I guess.

And no one understands it.

I try not to talk about it anymore.

Me neither.

I don't talk about it anymore.
Not even with my husband.

And my husband is great.

My children don't understand
why I do this.

They are afraid of a relapse. Of which?

Correct.

It's there. It never goes away.
-No.

I see this as a battle.

With respect, sure, but...

Those people have no heart.

They do terrible things and say:

'We had no choice. We have nothing.'

They better not say that.
I do not believe it.

I can not stand it.

You are mad.

Certainly. Aren't you angry?

Don't know.

I'll grab coffee.

Do you also want?
-No thanks.

Yes please.

I wanted to say,

when you got in the car earlier,

I thought you were a criminal.

I was scared. Sorry.

No problem.

I thought we
would all be women.

I'm glad there's a man.

You will protect us.

What are you going to wear?
It really bothers me.

Me too.
-Real?

Disturbed. Why should that matter?

Are you going for lunch?

No.

A nice restaurant?

No, I brought soup.

You go.

How is your back?

Yes, well okay.

Are you tired?

A little, but it's going well.

I'm leaving early today.

Mr. Delarme agrees to the process.

And to start a dialogue,
in any form.

He is willing to communicate with you.

And he has questions for you.

Questions for me?
-Yes.

Good.

How do you respond to his reaction?

Earlier...

Last time we communicated
through a lawyer

after our mother died.

We agreed
to refuse the inheritance.

Would you like to tell me more?

About the inheritance?

The point is, there wasn't one.

Only debts.

My mother was confused, poor woman.

She had Benjamin very young.

The father left her.
My father raised him.

It wasn't easy.

He was away a lot.

My father is a salesman.

It was with Benjamin
always super tense. Lots of shouting.

Except when we did it.

I realized that.

After we did it,
it was quiet at home.

Benjamin was kind to mom.

But otherwise...

She couldn't handle it.

She was on medication
and stayed in bed when my father was away.

If my brother wasn't there,

I would have lived on cookies.

She wasn't at the trial.

She didn't know who to support.

I'll never know what she knew.

Or she realized what was going on.

In the room next to hers.

Did she see anything?

What do you think?

One night my brother left my room.

I heard my mother's voice.

'What are you doing?'

He replied, "She couldn't sleep."

The next morning
I heard them in the kitchen.

When I walked in, the conversation stopped.

Who knows what you're doing?
From family and friends?

No one. I do not want to talk.

Or make them worry.

My father might have another attack.

Have you turned to a paid friend?

What? A paid friend?

Yes, it's the term we use.

I'm not allowed to say it. A psychiatrist.

A psychiatrist.

No, I don't visit a psychiatrist.

"A paid friend." Not bad.

Yeah, not bad.

Mr. Delarme says
that he has been feeling bad for two weeks.

Since our first conversation
things come back.

The lawsuit...

Jail...

'I was treated like a rapist.'

'I was called a pedophile.'

He says his sexuality is normal.

That he never forced her.

He is sorry if his sister suffered,
but he also suffered a lot.

They both suffered.

There are two doors.

One to the detention center.
The other outside.

You use the door
of the detention center

and sit on these chairs.

Which seat do you want?

I do not know. That.

You come in when the victims are seated.

Over there.

What about a greeting?

No idea.

Some victims do not shake hands.

I won't shake hands.
I might give them a nod.

A cake. Chocolate.

Everyone likes that.

He looks nice.

I will tell everything at the first meeting.
Then we've had that.

Hello.

Hello everyone and welcome.

Thank you for coming.

Here we will meet.

Every Tuesday for five weeks,
for a three-hour meeting.

Then two months later
for an evaluation interview.

This is the talking stick.

Anyone who wants to speak

does this by holding the stick.

Your turn to talk ends
if you put it in the middle

or gives to someone else.

We are touched and very happy to see you

and start these meetings.

It meant a lot to us
to share the past few months with you

and we want to thank you
for the trust.

You already know us,

but have the members of the community
not yet met.

I let them introduce themselves.

Hello all.
My name is Yvette. I'm 62.

I have many years in Human Resources
worked at a large company.

I'm also a prison visitor.

As a volunteer member of the community

I am here to listen to you,

to share things and support you...

Always unconditional.

Thanks, Yvette.

Cyril?

Hello, my name is Cyril. I'm 41.

Props master at films.

Volunteer, just like Yvette

and I'm here to look at you too
to listen and give my support.

By my presence

society has an interest in you.

I mean, interested in you.

That didn't turn out well
but that's it.

That was it.

We start going around,
so you can introduce yourselves

and can explain why you are participating
to this restorative justice program.

What are your motivations?

And your expectations?

Who goes first?

My name is Nawelle.

I'm 39.

The supermarket was opened five years ago
robbed where I worked.

I don't expect anything.

I've come to tell you what you're doing
influence victims.

So you can see the damage
that you have caused.

How you destroy lives.

For money or...

For fun.

Or whatever.

There is not one victim.
Other victims come later.

Families, couples, children.

I want you to understand that.

And I want to hear from other victims.

You guys meet
did me good last time.

A chance to talk to people
who know what I'm talking about.

I don't want to drag my family into this.

They did what they could.

They've been nice, but...

It's not up to them now.

I have to get through this.

That's why I'm here.

My name is Grégoire.
I'm 46 and I'm a mechanic.

I was born three years ago
robbed my daughter at home.

I want to understand
why the perpetrators do it.

They help prevent it from happening again.

I don't like prison.

It serves no purpose.

It's horrible to see people

that come out even worse.

For me it is not a solution.

In addition

I'm tired of it too

not to be able to process it.

I have tried everything...

Lots of things to do

to draw a line under it.

I can not do it.

I'm not the same man.

My life has changed.

In short, things used to be better.

Thank you.

My name is Issa.

I'm 25.

I robbed a store.

I was incarcerated for four years.

I'm here
to put my life in order.

I want to do good for my wife.

She is pregnant.

I want to leave violence behind.

If I can answer the questions,
it might help victims.

'My name is Sabine.

'I was robbed on the street.

'I was 64 years old.

'Seven years ago.

'A scooter passed by.

'They grabbed my bag.

'I was swept away.

'The scooter became unbalanced.

'The thief fell off. He was furious.

'He kicked at my hands and arms
and shouted at me.

'That caused me to have health problems.

'I was in hospital for two months.

'With many complications.

'I'm here to try
to understand such violence.'

I do not understand.

I don't understand the violence.

From young people.

Violence everywhere, verbal abuse...

Like I'm from another planet.

I don't want to live in fear.

I want to put it behind me.

That was it.

I'll stop there.

My name is Thomas.

I've been in trouble for years.

I'm 44 now.

I was incarcerated for 19 years.

In total.

Looking back on my life,

it is desperate.

I always destroy everything.

Today I want to participate,

because for the first time

I try to act well.

I want to try to do something positive.

For once in my life.

I am happy to answer your questions
and if it helps you,

that's a start.

I've been incarcerated for nine years.
I'll be released soon.

For a home invasion.

I'm here
to better understand victims.

To crawl out of my shell.

Thank you all very much.

Anyone want to speak first?

To tell his story.

I was a cashier in a supermarket.

One day...

It was almost closing time.

A man came in.
All in black.

Ski mask, gloves, aviator glasses.

They looked like mirrors.

Nothing was visible.
Not even his skin color.

He had a gun and said:
'This is a robbery.'

I was very surprised.

I said, 'What is this?'

I didn't know it, but I said it out loud.

It slipped out.

He came to me,

put his gun between my eyes

and said, 'Do you get it now?'

I saw myself in his glasses.

My face

with a gun between my eyes.

I thought he was going to kill me.

It's the end, I thought.

He put his hand on my shoulder,

gently pushed me to the ground,

turned to my colleague,

pointed at her and said, "On the ground."

The manager came out of the office.
The man went to him.

They took money from the safe.

I could look under my cash register.

The dust.

A brown elastic band.

A 20 cent coin.

I don't know how long after that,

maybe about ten minutes...

It felt like it had been an hour.

An hour.

Brown elastic band.

Dust.

Mint.

The manager came back.

He said, 'He's gone.'

He was deathly pale.

We stood up slowly.
My colleague sobbed.

I could not do it.

Sometimes I wonder,
if I had cried then,

Would I have handled it better?

My colleague had nightmares.

She was scared.

Two weeks later she was back at work.

Life back to normal.

And I collapsed.

I'm not doing anything now.

Outside I get all kinds of phobias.

On the street.

Public transport, shops...

I never leave the house.

I do not work. I can
not going anywhere with my children.

I watch TV, my weight is increasing...

I take pills to sleep.
And tranquilizers

to see my daughter's dance show...

Otherwise I get panic attacks.

The housework overwhelms me.

I snap at the kids and my husband.

They want the old me back.

When I always laughed.

Was always happy.

Now I'm losing my patience.

I am constantly angry.

I'm a terrible mother.

My attacker was never found.

He has no face, no name.

I keep thinking he'll come back.

Naturally.

He knows me. He saw me.
He's coming to kill me.

We have filed a complaint.

Maybe he's angry.

Maybe we are neighbors.

It's all I think about.

Constantly.

That is it.

A ten minute robbery
five years ago.

Only ten minutes.

Ten minutes
and my old life is over.

Ten minutes for nothing.

For nothing.

For money, for...

Who wants to speak now?

Do you want one?

No thanks. I have stopped.

Congratulations.

One went into my daughter's room.
The other two took me downstairs.

They wanted the code to my safe
with cash inside.

I didn't know him by heart.
I had just changed it.

For some reason

I didn't remember him.

I said I wrote it down
and he was lying on the bedside table.

The tense man went upstairs.

He couldn't find him
and broke things.

The man with me remained calm.

I asked where my daughter was.

"In her room."
I told them to get her,

so she was with me.

He was upset
because the man lost his temper.

He said, "Is it really there?"

I said, 'I promise.'

The tense man returned.

He said: 'There are clothes, no code.'

I said no,

'not the dresser, the bedside table.'

Quiet man said:

"Next to the bed, idiot."

The man went back

and quickly came up with the code.

I said that was him.

They went to the safe.

Then I heard:

'We go.'

The third man
came from my daughter's room.

I said, 'Where is she? Now untie me.”

They left.

I yelled. She didn't answer.

I've called her name many times.

I had a

iron taste in my mouth.

Like I was scared.
Now that I'm talking to you, I can taste it again.

I was scared. It was awful.

I dragged myself across the floor
to the front door.

I screamed for five minutes.
I managed to wake the neighbors.

They loosened me up.

I hurried
to my daughter's room. She was

bound and gagged.

I asked, "Are you in pain?"

She was unharmed.

The man up there with her

had a knife with him.

During the trial he denied,
but she had seen it.

The defense lawyer
said she was wrong.

That was difficult for her
not to be believed.

I wanted to wring their necks.

But my hands were shaking.

Like an idiot.

I blame myself
that I didn't hear them come in.

The door creaked. It was a sound
that I had heard so often.

They went inside and upstairs.

The same.

I know those sounds by heart.

The creak of every step.

I have not heard anything.

And I did nothing.

After that I got a very serious depression.

We are divorced.

I had financial problems.
My company went bankrupt.

I slept in my van.

I belonged to the world.

My father said, 'Good luck in life

'is being a good father

'and good husband.'

My accomplice and I
have known each other for a long time.

He is super tall, almost two meters

with a strange body. Long arms.

I swore I would never work with him.

He stands out too much.

It was a rush job.
I said okay, and guess what...

They went straight to him.

The police saw
that he was an idiot and knew

that I was the mastermind behind it.

And it was true. Usually it's not me.

I don't organize jobs.

It feels like I never decide anything.

I get offered things and think: fine.

And it goes so fast.

There is nothing
for a school dropout.

And it's too easy.

Too easy to weapons
and find boys for odd jobs.

And with a robbery, as you said,

you make a lot of money in three minutes.

No one will accept you
no matter how hard you search.

I needed the money
so I did that job.

I've done several.

And a lot more shit.

I regret it because it went wrong.

It went too far and I didn't want that.

I've listened to your stories

and never could have imagined that.

Not really.

I apologize.

Sincerely.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, I can't let this go.

I had nothing growing up.

In foster homes and stuff,
but I didn't make those choices.

Don't say you've been looking for work.

Have you ever looked for work?

Have you sent CVs?

Have you had job interviews?

No, not to be honest.

But I see how my sisters
and cousins wrestle...

I heard that the employment office
is a mess.

Do you blame the employment office?

No, I didn't say that.

Don't blame anyone but yourself.

You made that choice.

Yes, I didn't make good choices.

I missed your intelligence.

Give me a Nobel Prize.

Go ahead.

Sorry but

what you said earlier, Nawelle...

That you were scared and all that.

I mean...

You are wrong.

You don't see the victims during a job.

They don't exist.

They are not important.

It concerns money or credit cards.

Not the victims.

It's not personal.

All the stress and adrenaline
are like blinders.

He runs into you and does nothing.
He won't recognize you.

Suppose it was me and I recognize you,

then it is clear.

I would bow my head,
cross and run away.

In case you recognize me
and the police call.

Especially if I could have gotten away with it.

You are afraid after a robbery.

But you are safe.

I swear.

I'm late.
-She's in your office.

Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

I do not know anymore.

Do not you know?

Why I do this.

Does he understand that I'm not making it up to you?

What does he say if it doesn't happen?

I can't say that.

I have conveyed your request
with conditions that we have agreed on.

I never thought
that it would mean so much to me.

It sucks.

It sucks to have to suffer again.

I stopped cutting years ago.

It was over.

It was behind me.

My brother saw it
when I started cutting.

He said I was crazy
and that it was dirty.

That is not true.

I disinfected it. It was clean.

Do you want something to drink?

Something warm? Coffee?

Please.

Thank you.

We can process the process at any time
suspend or terminate.

Not really.

I'm worried about you, honey.

Sorry, that slipped out.

No, it's okay.

I am fine with it.

I need to know if you're outside

are safe.

That you can talk
you feel supported and not alone,

if you bring this up.

We need to solve the cutting problem
to go on.

It is not a problem.

Really, it's nothing.

I can stop. I won't do it again.

That's not enough, Chloé.

I can put you in touch
with a good therapist.

That wasn't necessary.

Thanks for letting me stay.

We made up Flora's room.
Her old room.

Am I interrupting?

Are you serious? It is a pleasure.

I won't be there much.

The children stay at home
and we take turns.

That is beautiful.

The grandchildren are here
so there is always a children's menu.

Nuggets and fries. We enjoy it.

Does that sound good?
-Perfect.

I can make you a salad.

No, it's perfect.

As long as there's ketchup.

Naturally.

We have a small problem.

Issa won't be with us today.

He can't be there.

We are sorry.

How is that possible?

We have no details.
He is in a disciplinary block.

So the question we have now is,

will the meeting go ahead without him?

Why is he in that block?

Did your team do anything?
Does he have problems?

No, I don't think so
that prison staff are a nuisance.

We don't know what happened.

Excuse me, but
I do not get it.

These meetings are important.
-Yes.

Months of preparation
and a tight schedule.

Indeed.

Apparently Issa can't get along
with the guards.

It only takes one incident,

a cell search that goes wrong...

What do you think?

Does anyone want the meeting to be cancelled?

now that we are not complete?

It does not bother me.

Me neither.

Gregoire?

Yes, okay.

I would like to thank you.

What you said last time...

It's like there's a weight
fell off my shoulders.

Suddenly.

Seeing a psychiatrist for three years
and in three hours you have

fixed it.

It feels strange to say this.

It's the truth.

I need the reason
of my last conviction.

I've had so many...

I have the criminal record

of an all-round perpetrator.

My whole life has been on drugs.

I did everything I could to buy drugs.

Dealing, scamming, hustling.

To steal.

Hack.

Helen and armed robbery.

Twenty-five years
in and out of prison.

Prison and the street.

Or with my godmother.

The rest, my parents,

gave it up after my second conviction.

My last punishment is the longest.
I got 13 years.

Back then I dressed up
as a service technician.

I had the equipment.
I was slim and good looking.

I went to old people, scared them

and took what I could.

Usually not much.

One day

the old man had a visitor.

A man I knew from long ago.

A man I hated.

I recognized him immediately.

It went wrong.

I went wild on him. I freaked out.

It took them weeks to find me.

I was relieved when the time came.

I had crossed a line.

I got 13 years. No complaints.

It was justice

for everything I got away with.

I have no idea how I never got caught.

Most of the time I was in a state...

From the beginning I loved drugs.

Sometimes I think it's stupid.

As much as I do
had loved music or painting,

I would have been Picasso. Real.

An enormous passion.

It was all about using.

Finding drugs so you can use.

Find people so you can use.

Find places so you can use.

In jail.

Finding drugs outside.

No life.

No future.

To be honest

I have thought about suicide.

I had prepared myself for it.

I had arranged medication.

I was done.

The day I chose...

That exact day

I had to go to the visiting room.

My godmother's son.

He annoys me, but I adored her.

And he told

that my godmother had died.

She left me some money.

Six thousand euros.

I can't say how I felt.

But now I'm here.

Anyone?

Sabine?

Nassim?

Physical complaints can be treated.

I'm getting better and better.

But I'm afraid to leave the house.

Afraid of the street, sidewalks...

I panic sometimes
that it will happen again.

I have not changed.
I'm an easy target.

Even more so now that I'm older.

I tried to go outside

without my bag, hands in pockets.

But that was worse. I thought:

if they come for my money,

they come and take it out of my pockets.

Then they're on me.

They take off my coat.

So for seven years I stayed home.

Home is no better.
My apartment faces the street.

I struggle with street noise.

Scooters, people screaming.

So I stay in the courtyard.
In my bedroom.

That's how it is.

It's my fault too.

Why did I go out then?

I never went around that time.

I lingered at home

instead of going early like always.

And I should have let the bag go.

I don't know why I didn't let go.

For what was in it.

And when I hear your stories,

it's not that bad
like what you have experienced.

I have to let it go. It wasn't that bad.

People say, 'It was a robbery.
It's nothing.'

I know.

It's true.

But I can not...

It's not nothing.

Sorry, you weren't ready yet.

But it's not nothing.

Don't know.

Sure.

Dragged away, beaten.
Months in the hospital.

He broke your bones.

Yes.

Do that to my mother and I'll kill you.

Are you okay, Sabine?
-Yes thank you.

Did I scare you?
-No.

Go ahead.

Do you want something to drink?

Lemon cake or hazelnut.

Home-made?

Yesterday, with my son.
We love baking.

How old is he?

Eleven. Do you cook?

Not anymore. I live alone.

I can't cook for myself.

I do every job the same.

I shave.

Always.

I buy gloves and ski masks,
at least 50 km from home.

For everyone.

I choose the boys' clothes.

Simple things.

Completely black. Nothing stands out.

And I'll arrange the weapons.

That night, crew of four.
Rich guy's house.

We were tipped off.

Man and woman, multiple credit cards.
At least six.

We arrive around 11pm.

We wait, hiding by the pool.

We see them moving inside.

Husband and wife.

Not the children.

There would be no dog.
But I was worried.

I don't like dogs.

I am vigilant.

The lights go out.

We wait another two hours.

We go in around 3:30 am
through the patio door.

No breaking in is necessary.

It's open.

Comfortable.

We sneak in.

Then a sound. Strange and loud.

I ask, 'What is that?'

There was a guitar on a chair.

My accomplice ran him over.

A bad start.

We freeze.

Like statues.

Nothing happens.

It is a family with two children.

So four of us and four of them,
in theory.

But I'm on my guard.
You never know.

Maybe there are more.
Guests or whatever.

We wake them all up.

Tie them up in the dining room.

We find two cards in his wallet.
Nothing in her bag.

We demand the other cards.

The woman says there are no others.

I ask how she buys things.

She says he gives her money every week.

Of course she's lying to us.

There is always one.

Often women.

The man understands that it is about money.

It can go fast.

We search her bags.
There are many.

In drawers, the bedroom, a desk.
We find the cards.

She doesn't give out PIN codes.

The man also begins to resist.

Because he is not weak.

We're starting to lose our patience.

We put pressure on the man.

Scare him.

We scare them with weapons.

They give the PIN codes.

We leave. Everyone alone.

I'm strict with the rest.

Stay quiet. Don't buy too much.

Don't show it off.

If someone does that, things will go wrong.

One doesn't listen.

A week later he buys a motorcycle.

He was arrested

and links us.

We were powerless.

Brave to tell it.

Thank you.

Sorry for what happened to you.

My apologies.

No. You didn't do anything to me.

I can never forgive those boys.

Hello. Come on in.

What if he says you lied?

About what?

Don't know.

How do you respond?

At first I didn't lie to the police.

After that, yes.

I lied. Naturally.

I had no choice.

They asked stupid questions
about irrelevant things.

Which day? What time?

How long? How often?

How many fingers? How many centimeters?

They weren't interested
in the important things.

'How many fingers?' Not, "How did it feel?"

Fingers hurt.

I never told them
that it was worse when he stayed away.

I slept in class after for nothing
almost died of fear.

I remember everything.

I don't have memory loss.

Nothing is buried or suppressed.
Whatever they call it.

Yes, I can lie.

Very good actually.

He taught me that.

What does he look like? Has he arrived?

I couldn't say.

Should I ask his permission?
to give you a photo?

My brother was handsome.

Mom said, “You're lucky to have a brother
who takes care of you.'

Her brothers didn't care.

I lost my brother when I reported it.

I do not have a brother.

That makes me sad,
for I adored my brother.

My big brother.

Dad, how are you?

Yes, all good.

What's with Nour's phone?
The number doesn't seem to be correct.

Will you give it to me?

No, now. Go get it, please.

Good. I will wait.

Guard, may I
borrow a pen, please?

Thank you.

Do you have it?

1-4 or 9-4?

Couldn't arrive on time?

I had to speak to someone.

A prisoner about cigarettes.
He cheated on me.

We got into an argument, that's why I was late.

The guards wouldn't listen.
They held me.

How is that possible?

They are aggressive towards me.

I hardly do anything and they do that.

It's not the first time.

You said you needed to speak to a prisoner.

But you had to be on time
for our meetings.

However?

You made a promise to us.

And the moderators,
to come to all five meetings.

You signed, right?
-Yes.

I was angry too.

I said to the guards
that it wasn't my fault.

Why isn't it your fault?

Don't fool us.

You're cheating on us.

You did something that made you late.

So we wait like fools,
because we are on time.

Like losers.

Sabine tells her story.
Thomas and Nassim too.

There is an empty chair that says:
"I don't care."

It's that simple.

I don't think you get it.

I understand it very well.

It's not your fault.

It's because of the employment office,
the guards.

It's never your fault.

Your actions have no consequences.

Do you have something more important to do?
than our meetings?

Maybe.

I don't judge you.

It's your life. Do whatever you want.

But at least admit it.

Say it loud and clear.

Don't make lame excuses.

I also wonder what I'm doing here.

I could be with my daughter
or with friends.

Why come here
and spend three hours with guys

who destroy other people's lives
and lie about it?

You are lying. You are a liar.

Just like the process.

“Guns were not loaded.
It wasn't my idea...'

One even said he wasn't there.

Even though DNA proves it.

Nobody looked at me. Not one.

No one looked at my daughter.

No one apologized.

Damn.

I wanted to hear your stories.

I'm sorry.

It does not matter.

Take a break, Grégoire?

No that is not necessary.

Issa?

I have a question for you.

I have a question
about what you said.

Why not stick to burglaries?

Stealing stuff from warehouses
after they close?

Isn't that easier?

Dealing with people, families,
that's hard, right?

No people around is better, right?

Stealing from stores or warehouses
is not that simple.

They have alarms, cameras...

More protection than houses.

Maybe not all...

Of course you want that in the event of a burglary
that there is no one there.

For a home invasion, you want people.

Do you want people?

Do you want to wake people up?

tie them up, trash their houses?

No, but we need PIN codes.

We have no choice.

But you have weapons.

Guns are dangerous.

You can kill with a gun.

Otherwise people will clam up.

They won't give you PIN codes empty-handed.

We have to.
-Must?

It's not about money.

You need money, so do we.
Why attack others?

Maybe you need that too.

Not at all. Can I have the stick?

Sorry, can we stop with the stick?

If everyone agrees.

It feels like I can do it without it.

If we interrupt, we'll use it again.

Does everyone agree?

Get on?

During a robbery

we are masked and armed,
but we are afraid.

For how people can respond.

Just before you go in,

outside the door or window,

are we afraid...

More scared than the victims, I think.

Who knows? Maybe there is someone
with a gun or something.

When we're inside

I'm not that scared.

Calmer.

But the fear is there.

So yes, the masks,

the weapons are to intimidate.

So that victims listen.

Don't make things difficult.

Slap, don't hit.

That's hitting.

No.

Hitting is with pistols or a ram.

That's normal...

My mother slapped me.
My father hit me.

Yes.

My dad hit me.
My uncle hit me.

Shaitan.

As for Sabine...

The man hit you.

It goes too far.

Sorry, back for a moment...

"Scare him."

'Pressurize.'

I let it go, but what does that mean?

You punch the man.

Why do you always say 'you'?

Never 'I'?

Are you a gang?

Are there many of you there?

Who hit him?

I.

And then?

I hit him and looked at her.

I saw them

refused to provide PIN numbers.

It was scary.

As if her family didn't matter.

She put everyone in danger.

I looked at her, with my gun
on her son's head.

That had results.

She gave the PIN numbers.

One man ran away,

took the money out of a machine

and called to say it had worked.

We left.

I was in control.

Was your gun loaded?

Yes.

The only. Only my gun is loaded.

The others are hotheads. Sometimes crazy.

For some reason I'm...

I'm calm.

I never shout.

I never cry.

I didn't cry during my trial.

Not even with my mother's death.

I would never fire it.

I've never killed anyone
and would never do that.

I would never hurt a child.

A loaded gun
on a child's head?

That's not needing money.
That is something else.

Ask yourself something
otherwise it will never change.

Aren't our nightmares normal?

You are not normal.

Never crying is not normal.

Never shout.

Don't cry for your mother.

Really cool, the color of your shirt.

Thank you.

Bordeaux purple. I love it.

Yes, purple.

Bordeaux, I would say.

Dark pink.

A shade of pink, I think.

Strange things, colors.

Really crazy.

Thank you, Cyril.

And Sabine made the madeleines.

Next time I'll make madeleines.
And Sabine a quiche.

They are delicious.
-Thank you.

My husband usually takes me.

He can't come next week.

We are looking for a driver for you.

Several buses stop here.

Yes, I'll take the bus.

Piece of cake.

It's cool on the bus.

Depends.
The bus isn't always cool.

Boys look for trouble on buses.

But it is good.

I am your driver.
I'll pick you up next week.

He has not been found,
so I didn't get any compensation.

I wouldn't take his money anyway.

I would have refused.

Money doesn't solve anything.

A lawsuit would have been nice.
Nice to see him convicted.

To know that he is suffering.

Locked up, far from family.

I thought it would do me good,
but I regretted it.

Being there changed nothing.

I felt like a statue.
A piece of furniture.

What do you call passers-by in movies?

Extras.

An extra, that's right.

Yes.

Does money not solve anything?

I have labored for compensation.

The whole family.
My sisters, my wife...

It was awful.

My victims were doing well.

They didn't need it.

And one of them lashed out

with a bicycle lock as a weapon.

So? He fought back.

If he hadn't fought back,

he wouldn't have had a beating
and no eye problems.

I definitely see him as a victim.

I've gone too far, but

he is not a victim like you.

Issa, listen to yourself.

Someone lost an eye
after you beat him up.

Have you tried living with one eye?

Do you understand that we suffer just the same?

as your victims?

Correct. You say you're sorry, but...

You don't understand why you did the same thing.

Naturally. I am guilty.
-Yes but...

It's complicated.

Maybe...

Issa...

Maybe you know you're guilty,

but you don't feel responsible.

Right, that's exactly it.

Thanks, Yvette.

I do not get it.

Think.

You are smart.

Really and truly.

You have to think.

Come on.

Damn. It's 7:20 am.

7:20 am. Damn it yet.

Goddamnit.

Why are you shouting?

Will you let him near Chloé?

Not my idea.
-Why stir it up?

Do you know how long it took?
before she got over it?

Or what she was like when I met her?

I'll be as open with you as she is.

She was a 15 year old porn star.

She did everything and didn't enjoy it.

It was bad. She was upset. It was scary.

I kept it up because I was in love.

We started again.

But slowly, like teenagers.

She made it because she's smart.

And very brave.

But also fragile.

Sir...

I don't know Chloé as well as you do.

But she wants her brother
see clearly again.

I'm not here to judge

whether she is right to want that.

I'm here
to create good conditions.

If I withdraw,

the urge for dialogue remains,
without a safe framework.

They see each other and it ends badly.

Mehdi, I have confidence in this process.

And I have confidence in Chloé.
She is no longer a child.

She'll be fine.

That's what we're working towards.

He'll make it too, believe me.

He will manipulate her just as much as you do.

He deceived her about what a brother is,
what love is.

Like all sex offenders
he is a scammer.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

Everthing okay?

Yes, late for no good reason.

And with you? Okay?

Good thanks.

Did you know Mehdi came by?
-Naturally.

Did he scare you?

Would you like to discuss it?

No.

He's worried. I get it.

It's his problem.

I do not worry.

Sorry to insist.

Now that Mehdi knows,
can change things for you.

Or destabilize you in the process.

I do not think so.

I don't have that feeling.

You're the one who knows.

Despite his concerns,
if Mehdi continues to support you...

Mehdi?

He does nothing but support.

If I get kidnapped
you call Mehdi instead of the police.

I have thought about it.

And I have too

questions for Benjamin.

Nothing important, just details.

I realize that I have wanted answers for a long time.

Good.

We take the time to go through them.

Give them to him before we meet.

Why is that important?

Then he has time
to prepare.

If he cannot answer them,

how do you respond?

Can't or don't want to?

How would it feel to realize that?

It wouldn't matter much.

Then I think he doesn't understand.

Then he cannot change.

Then I would have had to do all this
to realize that.

Or maybe I wonder
what I do there.

Again.

Expecting things from that bastard.

Anything can happen
during the meeting, if it takes place.

Except physical and verbal violence.

I don't know what is violent to you.

We must discover together

what you absolutely refuse to hear
or want to experience.

What's the worst
that he could say?

What are your limits?

Today I'm not feeling very...

I don't know if I can continue.

Seeing you guys makes me feel good.

But I think it's too late.

I should have done it earlier.

I've wasted so much time
the past seven years.

I've ruined everything.

I dropped the tape
gathering dust with my children

to almost nothing.

I don't see my grandson.

I didn't go to his sister

when she was born.

I don't even know her.

So my son is disappointed.

He is angry and doesn't understand it, but I do
I'm afraid to walk to the station.

I'm scared on a train.

Even afraid in a car.

And I was a driving instructor.

I'm not telling you that's the reason
because it's pathetic.

I am pathetic.

I make things up.

I'm a liar.
I lie to everyone.

I say I'm doing well and I'm busy,

but I stay home and watch TV.

I talk to myself like crazy.

I have an internet connection
which I don't use.

I'm wasting my time.

I've wasted all my time.

I was looking forward to my retirement.

I said to myself:

'I'm going to do so much.

'To travel.

"Interesting things like you guys."

I do nothing.

I'm good for nothing.

My life has stopped, faded away.

It's too late now.

It's alright.

It's not too late.

This also wakes me up. I feel it.

Why did I wait?
-Precisely.

It's not too late yet.
-No.

I talk to myself...
-You're not pathetic.

You dared three jerks
when we meet.

I was scared.
-More compliments then.

He is right. You are super brave.

You can bond with children
and rebuilding grandchildren.

Your son will understand if you explain it.

Certainly.

There is still time.

Ten, 15 years, so many more days.

A long time.
-Yes, a long time.

Even a year is a long time.

So many hours, so many days.

Yet,

a good internet connection always helps.

What's so funny?

You don't think about anyone else on a job.

Your parents?
-Certainly not.

You know you won't kill anyone.

It concerns bags, safes...
My mother had died.

And like I said,
my father was a big asshole.

Your father, yes.

You keep saying your mother suffered.

Didn't you ever say to yourself:

'I'm trying to make it,
so I don't ruin her life?'

Tell her about the program.
That will do her good.

Do you work on domestic violence?

Naturally. We have sessions
about any type of crime.

Also about child abuse.

I have not been abused.

whipping of a belt,
clap, that's it.

Yes.
-Yes, but no.

Certainly.

Did your mother never report it?

Make that bastard pay.

Does the brother want to apologize?
-Yes.

But it is complex.

He wants her to do the same.

I get it.

For declaration
and not resolve it among themselves.

He wants the forgiveness to be mutual.

That's important to him.

And that's not going to work.

She's not ready to hear it.

So their meeting cannot take place.

Like most encounters actually.

Forget it.

A dialogue has started.

I know but...

They've come this far.

It is important that they meet each other.

Not at all costs.

Our role is to promote healing.

Don't do more harm to them.

We have no margin for error.
The knives have been drawn.

Like a victim
becomes a victim again

it's over.
Goodbye, restorative justice in France.

What the hell is this?

Saving restorative justice
is not my problem.

A hint that this meeting
Chloé can do harm

and he doesn't go through.

She has to keep it going.

Her recovery depends
of this meeting, I'm sure.

The same goes for him.

Listen...

He was tried, convicted,

was imprisoned for three years, went through the mill
and still doesn't understand what he did.

He will soon become a father.

She can make him see it
that he is an abuser.

So he can overcome it.

Prison stinks
Not fun, you're stuck...

But seriously,
you are fed and housed.

With access to activities.

I wonder what homeless people think.

Just attack someone.

So you can sit nice and warm, with a TV,

psychiatrists, social workers
and yoga class.

We don't get that.

I understand your point.

I don't explain...

It's not like that here.

It was so funny during lockdown.

You saw people on the news
who went crazy after a week.

People say five years is nothing.

He got ten years. That's nothing.

No problem...

We pay.

We are in pain.

We're locked up.

Not entitled to anything.

What is that smell?

It makes me hungry.

Caribbean things. Fritters, samosas...

Not really. I love that.

Here, taste one.

From a boy at my agency.

Samosas...

Michael?

And the fritters...

Delicious. Just insane.

Yes Nice. They are tasty even lukewarm.

A fritter?

Here.

Don't eat too much.
-Come on.

Martine has made a lot.

I also have rum punch.

Ginger and turmeric?

Do you want to taste?

Strong.

What's yours?
-Pineapple.

Take it easy.

Exactly right.

I will be transparent.

I've seen you nine times
the past eight months.

And I noticed that the expectations
are far from aligned.

Bringing people together
with different expectations,

can endanger them.

It's my role
to ensure safety.

As it looks now,

I don't think you're safe
can be guaranteed.

Can you elaborate on that?

I sound just like you.

Why do you think...

Which means
'expectations are not...'

You have specific expectations

what we worked on together.

Mr. Delarme too.

This program may not comply
to those expectations.

How is that possible?

Mr. Delarme will try
to answer your questions,

but don't want them in advance.

What does that mean?

He would rather have you put them on the spot.

So that his answers are spontaneous.
For you, he says.

No.

He doesn't want me to make the rules.

If I withheld my questions,
would he want them?

He must be in charge.

Or maybe he wants a way out.

Like, “No idea. I do not know anymore.'

What could it be? I'll ask my questions.

I think he answers.

I already know his answers.
I want to hear them from him.

And if not?
-Then I'll do without.

I am prepared.
We talked about it.

What else?

We need the concept
exploring forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

Is he going to ask for my forgiveness?

How would that feel?

He can try. We will see.

Forgiveness for what?

Even if he admits what he did
and knew what he was doing,

I don't know if I want to forgive.

You have to ask yourself.

Thinking about the issue of forgiveness
in general.

Grant forgiveness.

Asking for forgiveness.

Does he want me to ask him for forgiveness?

Well?

Does he want me to ask him for forgiveness?

What do you think?

Do you understand? What do you say to that?

After months he still says that?

What are you doing?

You are not preparing him. Only me.

I work like a dog for months,
squeegee everything up

and take all the bodies out of the closet.

I never ask him for forgiveness.

He's crazy. Did you tell him that?

You're right.
I will prepare your brother

on the possibility that you don't do it.

But even if you say no,

can you handle it?

Can you tolerate him?

when he asks you
to ask him for forgiveness?

You don't have to answer now.

Take your time.

Yes, I know what you're going to say.

I'm thinking about it
and talk to my therapist...

That's really important.

Yes.

I understand the rules and everything.

Sometimes it makes me nauseous
that you protect us equally.

I understand.

What is that?

Go to hell.

Goddamnit.

Hello.
-Finally.

Good?
-And with you?

Hey, how are you?

Sabine, how are you?

Hi, are you okay?

I'm sorry and all that.

You scared us.
-I was lost.

Everthing okay?

Good to see you.

I drove here.

It's all changed.

New roads, new exits.

I was lost.

When I was released, my sister said:

"You're not going back to the slum."

So I'm with her,
30 kilometers away.

You're released and you come right back?
What don't you understand?

The guards said, "Are you attacking us?"

They wouldn't let me in.
-Nonsense.

You were afraid that Grégoire
you would come looking,

would make your life miserable.

Do you mean your older sister?

I called her between meetings.
She visited me.

We had each other
maybe not seen for seven years.

Did you call her?
-Yes.

I said I met victims.

And one reminded me of her.

I?

Certainly. Enormous.

I wanted her to know
that I understood that she was letting me go.

And now I understand better what she meant.

That's because of this.

Is the hatchet buried?

Bury what?

What?
-Don't ask me.

Bury the hatchet. Reconciled.

Make it right.

Certainly.

Bury the hatchet.

How nice.

I told my lawyer it wasn't me.

She kept asking.
I said, 'No, it wasn't me.'

It turned out, and I had no idea,

that one of the customers had filmed.

You couldn't see anything, but you heard my voice.

The lawyer said:
“Tell me if it was you.

'If it isn't,
I ask for voice analysis

'to prove that.

'But if it's you,
I am not asking for an analysis.'

I kept saying:
'No I was not.'

She asked for voice analysis and of course

it was me.

You are insane.

Shame.
-Why didn't you confess?

I did not expect it.

The lawyer said, 'That was stupid of you.

"Now we have big problems."

You don't understand lawyers.

No, actually I thought:

if she thinks I'm innocent,
she defends me better.

Yeah, you didn't get it.

I kept screwing up.

I'm not a good perpetrator.

I have to stop.

Do you think you can do it?
-Yes.

For my wife and my son.

My wife is so stable.
She works, sends me money...

Blood, sweat and tears for me.

I have to give something back.

You, Nassim?

I couldn't do it again.

I would see all your faces.

And it's cool outside.

It's only been four days, but I...

What are you going to do?

I took school courses here

and have been trained as an order preparer.

I have a job application next week.
-We keep our fingers crossed.

Thank you.

And you?

I?

I could do it again.

Honestly.

An ex-con
can hardly find a job.

Sorry, Nassim.

I've experienced it.

It's heavy outside
faster, more complicated.

To fill in forms,
submit applications...

I'm not good at it.

Knowing me, I'm losing my patience.

I'm quiet here, but sometimes...

That scares me.

So we might be robbed again?
By you?

No, I wouldn't rob you.

Why not?

I wouldn't attack you.

Why?
-We know each other.

So?

So nothing. That's just how it is.

What are you talking about?

Applications,
Is it difficult to fill out forms?

Life here is hard. I do not get it.

The mute courtyard,
the filthy beds, that's heavy.

What are you talking about?

I'll fill out your forms. It's simple.

I mean it. Call me and I will help you.

Go back to jail and I'll beat you.

I left school early.

I didn't go to college either.

Did you draw that smiley?

No.

I'll sew some buttons on it, if you want.

Real?
-I brought my sewing supplies.

Not bad.

For the bag.

That one comes close.

Or this one?
-Too bright.

Yes, it's nice, but too light.

Thanks, I appreciate it.
It's my favorite shirt.

I do it during the meeting.

I have a spare for you.

I went to get one.

Did you go outside?

Yes, yesterday.

It was sunny.

Good luck! We support you!

From Michel.

What does it say?

Good luck.

Take a seat here.

Well done?

Do you want something to drink?

Welcome, both of you.

If you need a break,

don't hesitate to say that.

Good.

We have agreed
that Mrs. Delarme speaks first.

Chloe, over to you.

We both live here,
but I don't want us to see each other.

Bumping into each other.

I want us to agree on things and

stick to it.

Do our best.

Are you planning to visit Mom's grave?

Yes.

What day are you going?

On weekends.

The weekend, okay.

I never go on the weekend.

Only during the week.
And you never go during the week, okay?

Okay.

Are you going to the movies?

At the multiplex.

Friday or Saturday.

Okay, I never go on Friday or Saturday.

Or Sunday, if you prefer.

Okay.

The downtown theater?
Do you want to go there?

Don't know.

Should I write this down?

Yes please.

Are you going to the pool?
-No.

Take Saturday and Monday, if you want.

I never go to restaurants
at the mall.

In the city we do it every other day.

Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

Does that suit you?

You look just like mom.

You are beautiful.

I ask my questions now.

Did you have the lock?
of the bathroom broken?

Was that you?

Yes.

Did you hurt Pilou?

Yes.

And my boxes thrown away?

The cardboard hut in my room.

Yes.

The first time you made waffles

in Rue Merlin, after Christmas,
do you remember that?

In the kitchen, talking to mom.
It was morning.

She had broken her wrist just before.

As soon as I walked in,
you guys stopped talking.

Did she say something about me?

Mom tried to say
that you had to stop?

Yes?
-Yes.

Were there other victims?

No.

Not even Héloïse?
-No, I swear.

Then why me?

Don't know.

Don't know. It just happened.

Benjamin...

Didn't you know I didn't want it?

Thanks for answering
of my questions.

If we meet each other somewhere,

on the street or something,
I doubt I'll say hello.

I'd rather you not say goodbye.

If you think

that these were all the questions...

Would you like to ask your questions now?

No, it's okay.

Are you sure?

Would you like me to help you with your requests?
to remember or express?

No.

We can take a break

and continue later.

If you want to clear your head.

No that is not necessary.

No more questions?

No requests?

No.

Let me thank you both

for trusting me
during this process.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm not mad at you anymore.

Good luck.

I am a CPIP,
like some of you here today.

I know how easy it is
to feel alone

and perhaps useless and helpless

in our work, even when we do our best.

There are moments when you think
that it is never enough.

So I understand what brings you here.

But I won't lie,
Restorative justice is a martial art.

It's everything we hate.

And that ends

our fifth meeting.

Thanks again.

It takes time.

And people. It's uncertain.

It doesn't work for everyone.

You can't always say
how often or until when it lasts.

After you complete the process
completed a few times,

and you your colleagues,
tells friends and family

that the meetings have ended

with victims taking selfies
with the prisoners,

some people will

call you naive.

Others will say
that what you do is magical.

But you know what you did
wasn't magic.

It was just work.

Judith,

I am writing to thank you.

And to say that things are going well.

I felt sadness and enormous anger

in the months
prior to the meeting

Hate too.

I have closed that chapter.

I had to face him and others.

Men and he.

I met a wolf.

It was my brother.

And I'm still alive.

It won't cost me my life now.

As I look back,

I want to be able to say that it happened
and was horrible,

but less bad
then the death of my father one day

or a friend's cancer
that I can lose.

I'm glad I was able to hate him.

I'm starting to feel ready
to love.

In memory of Judith Siboni