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My name is Mathieu Demarsan.

I was born in Vincennes

on January 28, 1971.

These last weeks are still unclear.

I still do not understand how I got there.

My memory refuses to remember,

so much so that all this seems unreal to me.

I doubt everything. Of my memories, of me.

I have to go back to the time where we lived in the Paris suburbs,

where my memory is accessible and where it all surely began.

What was the probability so that the events of that evening

bring me to you?

It was ten years ago.

You don't move anymore!

There's nothing here.

I don't treat my patients at home.

You said you would help me.

Oh, damn.

Can't you see what state I'm in?

I can't do anything for you

as long as you are in this state.

Damn, there's nothing!

Try to calm down. I can call the Samu social.

We'll see you at the office. I won't say anything.

Untie me

and we'll go get some money.

Shut up!

You said you would help me.

Don't fucking touch her!

- Don't touch her! - No...

Look at me, Victor!

Victor, look at me! Look at me.

Look at me. Stay with me.

Look at me.

Come against me.

Don't worry, Victor.

Do not worry.

We can't wait to move to the South. I can't take it anymore, it's making me feel bad.

What's the matter?

We can't wait to move to the South.

I love you.

I love you too.

Come, they are waiting for us. I'm starving.

Get in the car.

Go to the end of the street, call the police and lock yourself in.

Why?

Here. Go ahead, listen to me.

- I need some money! - I'm coming with you.

Trust me. I want to help you.

We're going to do this. We're going to go get some money.

I'm coming with you. No!

I'm going with her.

And you, you don't act like an idiot, you don't move! OK?

On and off.

We're going to go get some money.

I'm counting on you not to move.

Lets' go.

Go ahead, it's you who will give them to me!

Come on, get up.

I can give you my card. My card and my code.

Juliette, my wallet is in my jacket, in the hall.

Come on. Here we go.

In my jacket, on the chair in the hall.

Please, Juliette.

Women... Women-he but dresses.

- Get up. - Go ahead.

Juliette!

Go ahead, Juliette, get up.

I don't know if Vincent saved our lives,

but I know he risked his.

There was no longer any question of staying here.

Neither Juliette nor me could not stay within these walls.

Her, because they reminded her what she tried hard to forget.

And me, because I felt guilty for being unable to protect her.

Neither her nor Victor.

Vincent and Delphine convinced us to follow them

in their new life, far from Paris.

It was Vincent who found us our apartment.

It was also Vincent who found me a position alongside him in town planning.

The time being propitious, we are become real estate developers.

Life smiled on us.

We prospered and moved in a house that we adored,

within which we do not have never again, neither Juliette nor me,

talked about that night again.

- Come and have your snack, Victor. - Yes, yes.

Juliette took care of everything. From home, from our friends,

of Victor, of me.

I didn't realize to what extent she had taken little care of herself.

And without even that we realize it,

ten years have passed.

Victor, we're going to be late.

- Call when you arrive. - Yes, mom.

I share offices with Vincent that I would never have dared to dream of.

We knew each other since college. Same routes, same tastes.

Our two lives were intertwined.

Coincidence or not, we had one child each in the same year.

Victor made today Fine Arts in Paris

and Alex, of whom I am the godfather, is at business school in London.

Vincent was the base of rebuilding our family.

And if, tacitly, we didn't talk about that night again,

I don't see anything in my daily life for which I am not indebted to him.

You're annoying, I can never invite you.

How are you. Keep on going.

We arrive after this flight which was a nightmare...

- Babies on planes, hell. - At the hotel,

the guy says he gave up our room due to the delay.

- Classic. - Do you know me,

I attack it on prestige of the chain, the price of the room.

I screamed so much that we were given a sequel

with a view of the entire bay of Rio,

Corcovado, Ipanema, the total.

It was great.

Without a cell phone.

Rio de Janeiro... Just the name makes you dream.

We asked you to join us.

- It wasn't so bad, the Vercors. - If we forget the rain.

Tell us: local music, beaches...

I swear, it was good.

Yeah?

Did you have your hiking shoes on?

And you, your thongs and flip-flops?

The plane scares her.

- What doesn't worry him? - How are you.

I can't do it. I can't be suspended in the void.

But hey, I'm working on it.

Understanding your phobia, This is the key to taming the plane.

To achieve this, we will proceed in stages.

A hostess will explain to you the importance of flight safety,

then a specialist aviation stress.

You will understand that your fear is unfounded,

but above all how to overcome it.

To start somewhere, we will start by breathing.

You know how to breathe everything.

You think that you know how to breathe.

Well no. Fear stops you.

We'll start with that, okay?

We're all going to take a deep breath.

Go ahead, let's inspire.

And we release.

Perfect, we'll do it again a second time.

On inspire...

And we release. Come on.

It's unbuildable.

You saw the size from his palace in India?

It's not going to be built a maid's room on the coast!

It goes. It's just a few additional square meters.

Wait, are you kidding me?

You don't want to go a little ride on their yacht?

Stop being blocked on your principles constantly!

For once...

The Museum of Modern Art in the old casino.

We can make do to make them screw up the renovation.

We will be quiet near the town hall. Everybody wins.

Well there you go.

You see when you want? You're a genius.

- You're pissing me off. - I invite you to La Garoupe!

- What are you doing here? - I came to have lunch with you.

I'm with my colleagues there.

Your “collaborators”?

Collaborators, delighted.

- Virginia. - Elsa.

- François. - Elsa.

- Marie. - Mathieu.

Mathieu, delighted.

Um... I'll join you.

Here we go? Come on.

On and off.

I'm hungry.

Um... We order sushi and we stay in the office?

Hidden?

How does that suit you?

- Am I hidden enough? - Stopped.

- I love you. - Me too.

Next week, it's full.

Okay, OK.

Like, it's normal.

Whore.

It's not my day.

No, it's not your day.

Okay, what do you have? Do you want me to feel guilty?

I feel guilty, that's it.

I can't do it.

I can't leave her.

- I do not know what to do anymore. - Leave this girl.

Elsa. Her name is Elsa.

Yeah, well, leave Elsa.

You can't turn around When I talk to you?

It's important what I tell you.

- Who else can I talk to? - It makes me feel uncomfortable.

Does that bother you? No, but the other...

Did you think you were my mother or something?

The great Matthew, incorruptible, good in all respects, right?

Stop with that. It bothers me when it comes to Delphine.

I'll stop bothering you.

It disgusts me.

Hey, speaking of the wolf.

Go ahead, pick up. You'll help him find an alibi.

What a pig. You must be a shit human to behave like that.

Delphine comes across as an idiot and you say nothing, you condone.

- I don't condone anything, stop. - You are all pigs.

- Do you hear yourself? - I don't want to see his dirty face anymore.

Vincent has always been my friend, he saved our lives.

But you paid off your debt towards him ever since, right?

Whore!

Leave it, I'll do it.

I will do it.

Excuse me.

I do not know why It makes me sick like that.

I had a shit day.

My patients exhausted me.

We would have said that they had passed the word around.

During the last loan, the canvas was damaged and...

I'll tell you something.

But let me go!

He's been sleeping with me for 20 years.

- Madam! - A word of advice.

You stop making a spectacle of yourself at his workplace!

- You're just a whore! - Come.

You come closer to my husband again, I poke your eyes out! Let me go!

- Should I call a doctor? - No, forget it, it's okay.

Whore...

- Are you sure it's going to be okay? - Yes, it's okay.

Don't you want me to go upstairs?

No, I just need to lie down.

THANKS.

Since Delphine's scandal, Vincent had given up on Elsa.

It's been a few weeks already that he had left her,

and he and Delphine lived a second honeymoon.

Their newfound lightness rubbed off on Juliette and me.

Their reunion was like ours, perhaps by mimicry,

but the fact is that we also lived a pleasant period.

We had undertaken work that we dreamed of.

Juliette seemed to allow herself to be busy less of others and more of herself.

But the parenthesis was short-lived.

Mathieu?

You know me?

I'm sorry, I do not have a lot of time.

- What do you want? - He's been avoiding me for weeks.

He no longer answers me, he refuses to talk to me.

Do you find that normal?

I refuse to be intimidated only to be ignored.

And the fact that you all endorse, it is the most intolerable.

I'll complain.

- Pardon? - I'll complain.

You want to file a complaint against whom, and why?

You think that we can show up like crazy

and hit me with impunity?

Pull my hair, treat me a whore in front of my colleagues?

I'm sorry.

Are you sorry?

Yes I am.

- I'm not saying that to protect him. - You protect him.

You have the right to think so.

He told me a lot about you.

You are his friend, he loves you.

It's okay for you to protect him.

Are you okay?

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

He often gave me meet in this parking lot.

Surely fear to be seen together outside,

in real life.

In real life, he has a family. A woman, a child.

You don't want better for you?

You sound like him.

You better do to return home.

And please, do not file a complaint.

- Put yourself in Delphine's place. - I don't want to hear his first name anymore.

If she threatened me,

something was happening between us.

I... Maybe I have too many ideas,

but I read his texts,

I reread them constantly...

I search for meaning in all his words, I'm going crazy.

I can't think anymore one thing and its opposite.

It makes me crazy.

I need him to talk to me.

Damn, let him take responsibility, shit!

Pardon.

I'm embarrassing you.

You've never cheated your wife, you.

It shows.

We recognize them immediately, those of your kind,

those who are not used to bringing women in their cars.

Those who greet the guards parking without fear of reprisals.

The faithful.

I thought that it was rather a quality.

That's a quality.

You are nice.

You listen.

Am I shocking you?

You think I'm crazy which prevents you from returning home.

You're right, I'm crazy.

I'm going completely crazy.

I fell madly in love with her, totally helpless.

She made everything inside me give way

as if I had slept until daylight where she collapsed in my arms.

I thought about her all the time. Night, day.

Like a teenager, I didn't know how to tell him.

We saw each other, saw each other again. I believed it.

What came over me?

How could I have fallen, Me, Mr. Well-Under-All-Reports?

But the dice were already cast, relentless,

in no way abolishing the continuation coincidences that were going to follow one another.

Everything seems unreal to me.

Juliette seems unreal to me.

Friends, work...

- I could stay there all night. - Do you often come to dine here?

Do we say “you”?

I mean, you and Vincent.

We said we weren't talking about it.

Yeah, you're right. We don't talk about it.

It's true that it's beautiful.

I too could stay here all night.

- It's for me? - Yes.

And why?

It takes an opportunity to offer something to someone?

No, no.

- There must be a reason? - No I do not know.

I wanted to, that's all. It's bad?

Non.

Well, open up.

- Go ahead, open! - Yes OK.

THANKS.

Don't you think we should have go around with the bench seat?

Hey, Matthew?

Are you with me?

Sorry, I am late.

You go-y.

You received the email for the renovation of the casino?

Yeah.

What?

What do you have?

I have nothing. What do you want me to have?

That's OK.

I know.

Don't worry, eh. You can't hide anything from me.

- Hide what? - You feel guilty. I know you.

So go ahead, tell me.

Oh fuck!

- Wait, I'm going to training! - No, Mathieu. Stay here.

You think it's bullshit, that's it?

You are always right,

so if you are reluctant, say it, and we tell the Indians

to go fuck himself.

Even if I I think it needs to be done.

Do we do it or do we not do it?

Well, we do it.

Statistically,

your chances of having an accident when you get on a plane

are 1 in 12 million.

Or 0.00001% chance that it happens to you

when you get on a plane.

And even. I'm talking about all types of accidents,

not just crashes.

Let's see now some additional figures.

The car, for example,

it's 72 times more dangerous.

The mosquito is a thousand times more deadly.

No... Wait, it's not a joke.

You have the same chance of winning in the Lottery than dying on a plane.

And finally, much more likely to die in a domestic accident.

When we understood that...

Yes, I am fine.

No, it's not necessary.

Yes it's good.

No I do not want to.

Anyway, I found interviews elsewhere.

Yes, good stuff, yes.

No, listen...

I will tell you. I'll call you back, OK?

I kiss you.

Coworker.

- At this hour? - Yes.

He wants to talk to you about work at this hour?

- Mathieu... - What?

It's not the first nor the last. It's like that.

Elsa!

Elsa, open up for me.

Open up, I know you're there.

I got all your messages. You're right, I understand.

I'm going to leave Delphine.

You must believe me. I love you.

It's just you. I understand that you need time.

I will wait for you.

I am going to go back to my house.

It's such a winning project for the community

only for our happy criminals.

Mr. Prefect, thank you. It is time.

Champagne!

THANKS. THANKS.

Mathieu? Sorry, excuse me.

Sorry, I have to go.

Where are you going?

I... We're celebrating Monday on the Indian yacht.

- All right? - Will you leave me there?

It's stronger than me, I'm sorry.

I have always admired his courage when I was a coward,

his audacity when I dared nothing, its freedom when everything prevents me.

Obviously that she was going to go with him.

What was I to her?

I started to follow my best friend.

That's what I am anyway: a follower.

“I'm leaving you.”

Like this: “I'm leaving you.”

As if it were a sentence that we can say like that in the restaurant,

even a sentence that we can simply say after 25 years:

"I'm leaving you"?

I think he's joking. But he's not joking at all.

Worse, he has the face of a coward, almost a victim,

and he thanks me not to make a scene.

And he even salutes my elegance.

And he tells me that his decision is made.

That there would be no point in dissuading him, that it could harm us.

And then he goes on to talk about the diet from the community.

That he won't use anything, that he's not going to ask me anything.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

The sky is falling on my head, and he talks to me about accounting arrangements

thinking of being elegant.

I wish he would shut up.

And now,

he leaves me, there, in the restaurant, when I haven't even finished my entry?

If I didn't like him yet, but...

I love it.

While I too, I looked elsewhere.

But... with Vincent, I don't know,

I always knew, thought that it was stronger than anything.

But the proof is not.

On the phone, what did he say to you? Where is he?

He told me that he was going to the hotel, you mean.

He must be at her house on the train to fuck her like a big pig.

I would have been better off leaving him.

Don't stay here alone, Come with us.

I'm going to prepare the guest room.

Non.

I want to go see this girl.

You're not going to see anything at all.

I'm going to talk to Vincent and with this girl, if necessary.

You can go, Fanny.

No, it's not that, it's the repairman.

He says he misses him I don't know what for the Wi-Fi.

- He should come back next week. - It doesn't matter if he comes back.

You are sure that you don't need me?

- I can stay. - Thanks, it'll be fine.

Come to the house.

No, I want to stay at home.

I need to think.

- Safe? - Yes, I'm sure.

- Pardon. - Where are you going there?

Madame!

Please, where are you going? You can't go up like that.

More...

Where are you going there?

Open! Open me up, you dirty whore!

Isn't this mess over soon?

Open!

You're right not to open up to me.

You're going to have me on my back!

I'm going to end up calling the police!

Go ahead, take out your trash!

We're going to meet again, old girl!

You better take care of yourself.

What's the matter?

- Sir, champagne? - THANKS.

Drink!

It's all thanks to you.

And to Vincent.

Where is he, anyway?

It shouldn't be long.

Do you excuse me? I'll call him.

Go ahead.

THANKS. That's wonderful!

What a framework, right?

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Pardon.

What are you doing?

I'm coming.

I'm coming, I tell you. Ten minutes.

Yes, see you right away.

- Goodbye My Love. - Bye. I love you.

I love you too.

- See you later. - See you later.

Hop.

Thank you.

Vincent, how are you? Welcome aboard.

Our captain.

- Nice to meet you, sir. - Thank you so much.

Please.

- Is Mathieu there? - Yes.

Thank you.

- Are you okay? - Good. And you?

How are you? You have visited?

- Do you want to drink something? I am thirsty. - I'm ok thanks.

You're sure? I'm coming.

- Thank you. It's what? - Vodka.

Perfect.

- Good morning. - Hey, how are you?

- Do you remember me? - Uh... Fight.

That's it. And you, it's...?

Vincent. I'm doing well?

- Are you okay, and you? - Very good.

- We had done some work... - At my cousin's.

That's it, exactly.

- See you later. - Yes.

I'm not going to linger, Vincent.

I'm sorry, it's a little complicated,

with the hotel and everything...

- I take advantage of the tender being there. - Stop, Mathieu.

Don't blame me. I can't do otherwise.

Juliette is in consultation all day,

I have to supervise the work, return to the office...

Stay with me. Stop judging me like that.

For the first time, I made a decision that makes me happy.

I know I'm right.

I don't want to have to lie anymore nor to lie to me.

You understand?

Mathieu.

Mathieu!

- Hello, Vincent. - How are you?

- Are you doing well? - Sorry, I didn't see you.

How are you?

I'm coming... I'm very late.

No problem.

Ah, attends. Excuse me, I'll be back.

He forgot his cell phone, this idiot.

What do you want, Mathieu?

He lives there, right?

Did he move in with you?

Nobody lives here.

You can't show up like that.

Already the other crazy made my life hell!

- You owe me an explanation, right? - Which?

I am ready to do anything for you. Kiss Me.

- Oh, calm down! No. - Pardon. Excuse me.

- Whore... - I'm very calm.

- I love you very much, but... - You love me a lot?

He has always been question from Vincent, in fact.

You used me.

- No it's not like that. - You helped yourself

from me to get it back.

That's not what happened. You know it's more complicated.

I love you so much...

Stop saying "I love you very much."

He left his wife. You must already know that, right?

We're both going away for the weekend in Italy. It's serious, I know.

But what do you know? But what do you know?

Are you completely stupid or what?

You're stupid and you're naive!

Do you think he's going to give up? 25 years of living together for you?

Damn, you used me!

Nobody uses anyone.

You fucking used me!

You break.

You're out now!

Did you tell him about you and me?

"For you and me?" But what did you imagine?

- What did I imagine? - What did you believe?

- Did nothing happen between us? - Non!

Obviously not.

You turned me on, actually.

And I fell in love with you like an idiot.

No, we went to dinner, we saw each other, we are adults.

I did nothing wrong.

You won't come get me

when he gets tired of fucking you and that he will find another little whore!

You don't call me a whore and you're gone now!

What did you believe? You believed What was going on between us?

That I was in love? That we had a story?

Who do you think You Are?

- Did you think you could replace Vincent? - Shut up!

You thought I was going to go out with a guy like you?

I already know everything you're going to do, everything you're going to say.

Stop, Mathieu!

Elsa?

Elsa.

Non.

No, Elsa, get up. Elsa!

Elsa, please no!

Elsa...

You're on my answering machine. Leave a message after the beep.

I re-unwind the thread.

Again and again. How did I get to this point?

How could I believe it? It couldn't have happened.

Was it an accident?

Why didn't I ask for help? Or called for help?

Because I was afraid that everyone learns it?

I was unsuspected.

No one could imagine that I was the one through whom evil happened.

I couldn't imagine it either.

What was the probability that I would lose? My phone on a yacht

and that Vincent, feeling guilty,

get it back immediately to drop it off at the office,

thus making my movements opaque for the whole Earth?

What was the probability that Delphine,

can't stand anyone anymore in her house,

fired his housekeeper in service for 20 years?

What was the probability that she decides to turn off her phone

and to become stupid in front of a film,

but the Wi-Fi is faulty prevented him from proving

that she had spent the day at home to sleep,

thus condemning his alibi too weak?

That wouldn't make you a murderer.

What was the probability

so that my unwavering friendship towards Vincent

justified in the eyes of all my exchanges with Elsa,

pretending to be a confidant rather than a suitor,

and not letting the police corroborate

that these prints in her were mine,

and unknown to the services, they couldn't match

with their database?

She pushed the trash can, I almost fell.

What was the probability that these thousand things happen

and yet they are all contrary to probability?

I don't know who said:

"The improbable has every chance to occur."

This is all nonsense.

The world began without us,

and I don't keep an unpleasant memory

to have been non-existent a few million years.

Or another.

I would prefer to return before my birth into nothing,

to never, ever have to ask myself this question.

You're on my answering machine. Leave a message after the beep.

Elsa, hello, it's Mathieu.

I don't know if you are back from Italy, but call me back.

What was the probability that I become an assassin?

Are you okay, Mathieu?

- Do you want some sugar? - No, thank you.

- When did you arrive? - This morning.

Thank you for being here.

We're here for you.

For your father and for Delphine.

- Everyone is there for Delphine. - Dad, please.

“Please” what?

I spent 25 years with a woman capable of smashing a skull...

Vincent. Do you think about him a little?

I'm sorry, Alex.

I can't do it.

How could she?

How could she do that?

Nothing says it's Delphine.

Who is it then?

Her lawyer did a request for release.

You don't understand anything.

You don't understand anything, all as many as you are.

The woman I loved is dead.

Cold!

Autopsied!

Buried,

death!

Damn...

You're tired, Vincent.

I'm going to be crazy.

I won't make it.

I need help, Mathieu. I'm not going to make it.

How could she do that?

How could she do that?

I'm going to go to Mathieu and Juliette some time.

Do what's best for you, my son.

Yes, it's better for me.

They have no doubt of mom's innocence.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

I lost everything.

You know that you are at home here.

You stay as long as you want.

You come to dinner whenever you want, If you want.

When I think that I always wanted to leave this barrack,

their shouting matches all the time...

I feel like it's worse since I'm no longer here.

Let them no longer hold each other.

At least when I was there...

If I had been there, that would never have happened.

You have nothing to do with it, Alex.

You left to live your life, it's normal.

Victor is lucky to have parents like you.

I always envied him for that.

A house... calm.

Normal.

Are you sure I can stay here?

Are you kidding or what?

THANKS.

You have always been there for me, for Mom.

And even for dad.

It's especially your father who has been there for me.

It's all thanks to him.

Here, my life...

All. I owe him everything.

What about my mother?

What will happen?

We're here. Next to.

Come when you want.

I can't believe what this kid is going through.

It's a nightmare.

It's a nightmare.

I don't believe it for a single second. Delphine is incapable of that.

And if it was him?

If it was him who made her wear the hat? He already did it.

- He's been violent before. - What are you talking about?

Admit that you thought about it.

You think that it was Delphine who did this?

Answer. You really believe that it was Delphine who did this?

When we see Elsa, it could be anyone.

- "Elsa"? - What?

You call her "Elsa."

What do you want me to call it?

Did you know her?

Did you know her?

What do you want me to tell you? What's the difference?

Yes.

Yes, I knew her.

It's not my fault if Vincent imposed his mistresses on me.

He says my alibi is too weak

and...

public threats

added together to the harassment of the victim...

it's not good for me.

He has just submitted a request for release.

I hope with my reputation a good mother...

And...

and that of a woman under pressure,

with a repeatedly adulterous husband...

I hope it can...

make the judge flinch.

Alex.

Never...

I can never do that.

I know, mom.

Don't worry, I know.

When you think he could obtain this release?

I don't know, it will depend on the judge.

Get me out of here.

Yes.

I'm going to bed.

To escape the torment, I roll. To flee.

To where?

As if I were capable to make plans.

As if I could still think, still be myself.

We will have to return and face Juliette's gaze.

For how long?

I can't leave this road on which I ride aimlessly

since helpless, I cannot leave it to fate.

The files are piling up, I'm sorry.

I couldn't have time to refuel. I'll take your car.

Matthew, wait!

Attends.

Take a rest. You can not take everything on you like that.

- What do you want me to do? - Come have lunch with me.

- Text me, I'll join you. - I love you.

We must stand together.

I'm here for you and you for me. Sorry for yesterday.

- You have to think about us. I love you. - I love you too.

- Disappointed with our services? - I'm moving.

We are established in all of France.

I'm going abroad.

We are established internationally. I'll take care of everything.

Listen, close my accounts and take out my cash.

I need at least 48 hours.

Um... Can I make a transfer?

- I was going to offer it to you. - I'm going to make a transfer.

It's easy.

On my son Victor's account.

The totality?

I haven't stopped calling you.

Alex is in the hospital with his father.

What?

As you didn't answer, I thought you were there.

What are you talking about, Juliette?

It's me who teaches you that Vincent is in the hospital?

- What's wrong with him? - Where were you?

Which hospital?

You stay there, Mathieu.

I want you to talk to me.

I wait.

You need a drink to talk to me?

Tell me.

Tell me what I don't know.

Elsa...

I knew her.

I mean...

I hadn't planned, but I met her.

In the office parking lot.

I didn't mean to, it's her who wanted to talk about Vincent.

I love you, Juliet.

I hadn't planned.

Everything got messed up. An argument, she fell.

I never wanted that, never.

It's Alex.

It was just supposed to be lunch between father and son.

He must have wanted to pass some time with me.

I wanted us to talk, it was impossible.

He became aggressive because of alcohol.

It got tense. Once again, he was pathetic.

You're right, I'm pathetic.

I never had the courage to leave your mother. I stayed for you.

- Do you understand that? For you! - Should not.

So as not to destroy the family.

He got sentimental. It was unbearable.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

It made me sick to imagine not to see you grow up.

Do you understand that?

Then he started to go off the rails.

I blamed it on the alcohol. I didn't see it coming.

Yes I have...

Yes, I... I slipped.

It was a valve.

I needed... "homogeneous".

- To avoid dying from right to left. - What?

I fell in love with her. You understand? Black, black of her!

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

Do you want to whiten? Hold.

Dad, what's wrong with you? Help!

Juliette?

Juliette, do not leave me like this.

Where are you? I'm worried. Call me back, please.

Call me back. I need to talk to you.

Go with me.

Go with me to Brazil.

I arranged everything for us, for Victor.

Call me back.

I love you.

I'm not going to hold out.

- Vincent got away with it. - Let him die.

It's all because of him.

It's his fault.

This bitch...

And my son?

He kisses you. Sorry, I should have started with that.

- Is he holding up? - Yes.

He went to Paris.

It's with Victor that it will be the best.

Yes.

So much the better.

It wasn't bearable to see him here.

Juliette...

You're trembling, Juliette.

Juliette, are you okay?

You can tell me things, speak.

Juliette, tell me. I can hear everything.

Juliette, talk to me.

Is it the judge?

It is...

this girl...

What, do you doubt me?

Juliette?

Juliette, do you doubt me?

Look at me. You doubt me?

No, no.

Where were you?

- Let me pass. - What are you doing?

- Listen to me! - Let me pass.

- Where you go? I come with you. - Non.

I come with you!

It's over, Mathieu.

Without you, I wouldn't make it. Juliet.

- You made me your accomplice. - I can't denounce myself.

Hey, I won't make it. I do not have the courage.

Do it for me.

You spoke?

You spoke? Juliette, have you spoken?

Kiss my ass.

Who did you talk to?

Car keys, sunglasses, prohibited electronic items.

I invite you to take a ferry and scan your personal belongings.

Your splint, please.

Mr. Demarsan?

Did you finally come?

What do you have to tell me?

I'm listening to you.

I don't want to see you anymore.

Yes?

Mathieu Demarsan?

- Yes. - Can we go back?

Can we go back, please?

Unlocked.

I loved two women.

I have their deaths on my conscience.

This is why I am writing to you, Mr. Prosecutor.

I'm not crazy or possessed. I am responsible for my actions.

He's not a stranger

that I see when I look at myself, it's me.

I can't lie to myself anymore,

so I ask you to free Delphine Morey.

I would have at least done

the only thing that my conscience destroyed can let me do:

exonerate Delphine, return Alex to his mother

and to Vincent his wife.

I'm too cowardly to surrender, face prison

and face my fear.

I can't even give myself death, but it will come.

Like a repair.

Certainly by illness or disaster.

I will have to pay, since I am guilty.

I will disappear and will not be able never ask for forgiveness from everyone

that I betrayed, abandoned, deceived and killed.

I will never be judged, I won't be able to atone,

I will never be forgiven and that will be my punishment.

Sir?

You want a champagne flute?

Um... I'm willing, please.

- Here is. - THANKS.

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We apologize to you for this inconvenience.

I don't believe enough in God to imagine

that the sum of all these events is the fruit of some will.

And yet, everything is right and in its place.

Subtitling: EVA France ST'501