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Surge

You're on the road with Road Radio

and traffic is clear across the Île-de-France

with no more than 47 km traffic jam. That's less than usual.

Stay tuned 'til midnight for more discoveries.

In an hour,

Sasha Guimart with the newsflash

and Mathilde Foucheret with the weather.

Road Radio, all about music.

Old tunes and new hits.

Brighter than the weather,

from Dicoorer's Blue High School, Booster.

By day, by night,

Road Radio, always.

Fuck.

Come on.

System error

Shit.

How are you? You're early tonight.

Have to. I need the extra hours.

Can you give me my phone?

Thanks.

"Outdate" in six letters.

Expire.

"To see clearly" in five letters.

"To see clearly" in five letters.

I'll figure it out.

Look.

It's my grandson, Gabriel.

-Isn't he handsome? -Very cute.

Are you spending the holidays with them?

The tickets are too expensive.

Arizona is far away.

Here.

Actually...

A customer complained that he saw you sleeping up there.

He said that...

"It is unacceptable in a parking of this standard."

You have to find another place.

I really need this job.

I get it. I'll figure something out.

I'm sorry.

You can't keep going like this anyway, Nora.

It's no way to live.

It's temporary.

Did you check the center I told you about?

They can help.

I know what I'm talking about.

I'll think about it.

I have to go to work.

Bye.

Fuck.

Excuse me... The heat...

Could you turn it down please?

-Sure. -It's a bit too hot.

What happened between you two?

Nothing.

I don't know, something.

Did something happen or not? It's not the same!

It was a long time ago.

Shit.

Amazing.

-Do you only work the nights? -Yes.

Do you have family?

I do.

Am I bothering you?

Here you are.

Sure, you're welcome.

Good night.

Hi, is it a good time?

I'm making lasagna, Sonia's in the bath.

Can I call you later?

She's alone in the bath?

Emilie's with her.

Right. Emilie.

Don't start, Nora.

-Call me later. -Alright.

See you.

Kabob at Momo's in an hour question mark.

Hey, what's up?

-Dummie. -Sorry,

can't come tonight. I have to run an errand. Tomorrow?

Sure.

I talked to mom.

She's sore at you for not seeing her.

I'll come when she's not sore.

I know, what can you do?

How are you holding up?

You didn't relapse?

Are you gonna ask everytime?

I'm handling it.

Why did you stop coming to the gym?

It's too expensive.

I'm saving up to pay the apartment's deposit.

I need it for custody.

And the car has been acting up

since my accident.

Go see Eddy.

-Eddy? -My mechanic.

Tell him I sent you.

I'll give you his number.

Just a second.

Shit!

Ben?

Answer me, Ben!

You are calling 112.

Hold please.

Pick the fuck up.

Fire department.

There's been an accident on Bouvets boulevard in Nanterre.

Can you send someone, please?

Ma'am, talk slower so I can understand.

A car accident

on Bouvets Boulevard in Nanterre.

We're sending someone. Calm down.

-Fuck. -Do you know what...

I'm the one who called. He's my brother.

Are you OK? -What's this?

How is he?

-What happened? -I'm fine, I'm fine.

I don't know, things got crazy on a bend.

I hit a wall, I didn't see it coming.

Shit. How is he, sir?

He just has some pain in his ribs.

The airbag protected him.

He may be bleeding or have whiplash.

We're taking him for testing.

Wait, I'm not going anywhere.

I said I'm fine.

I can't go. I have to give a bag to a friend.

-He can wait. -But it's urgent.

Have you seen your car? You can't drive!

I don't know. I'll figure it out.

I'll do it, where's the bag? Tell me, where is it?

Ma'am, we have to go.

Where is it?

On the backseat.

Just a minute, sir.

-Get my phone, too. -OK.

Who's your friend?

You don't know him. I'll text you the address.

Don't call him unless you really need to.

Drop the bag and leave.

No talking.

Drop the bag and go.

-I got it! -You promise?

Yeah!

Don't talk to him, Nora!

-No talking! -I got it!

Drop the bag and go!

Hurry the hell up.

Here. The usual.

-I'm out. -What?

We didn't get the supplies. Come back later.

-When? -Later tonight.

You don't know anything.

-Yes. -Yeah...

Fuck.

Hey!

Shit.

Fuck.

Wait.

Douchebag.

Fucking junkie.

-Hello? -Hello, Ben asked me to...

Hello?

Where's Ben?

He had an accident. I was just saying, before...

I...

What are you doing?

Hey!

Bag.

What's this?

You'll be hearing from us.

Hello? Well, no!

Gotcha! Leave a message, I'll call as soon as possible.

Ben, I dropped your bag.

I hope you're OK. Call me when you can.

Insert debit card.

How are you?

Fine. A bit shaken up.

Thank you for the bag.

Don't mention it.

Enter password.

And that friend of yours

was really nice, welcoming and chatty.

How long have you known him?

He's not really my friend.

-No shit. -Why are you saying that?

Did you talk to him?

No.

Nora, did you talk to him?

Fuck no. I did what you told me.

I dropped the bag and left. What's wrong?

Select fuel.

Where are you?

At the gas station.

He gave me an envelope for you.

Keep it.

Payment refused.

But...

I already owe you money.

You did me a favor.

-Payment refused. -What?

Ben...

What was in the bag?

Nothing. Just stuff.

Do you usually deliver "stuff"?

I need to go.

The nurse is coming, we'll talk later.

Yeah, right. Later.

Payment refused.

Don't forget your card.

Thank you for your trust.

Fuck.

Told you you'd hear from us.

Impasse de la Noue, Bagnolet.

There's 300 waiting for you.

Damn.

Adaptation: Clémence Marsh