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Oh shit! Maxime!

Maxime! Maxime!

Maxime!

What I love the most...

is all this natural light!

- Wonderful. Magnificent. - Nice, isn't it?

- I love it. - I'm glad you like it.

And then there's the added extra...

- The terrace... - Yes.

Oh wow!

How lovely!

And you just turn up like this, unexpectedly.

Because you never visit me unexpectedly.

Eh?

You kept it?

Yes, I kept it.

I wouldn't remove it.

Right. And...

How was Alice?

I didn't even see her for 5 minutes.

I think she's in a terrible state.

Why, what's going on? Is it Julien?

What's up, Paul? Tell me!

- She forgot her phone. - You idiot.

OK! It's fine!

What? Do you know her PIN?

All mums know their kids' PINs.

Did she talk about her boyfriend?

No.

Just a couple of SMSs.

- Mum? - Hi, darling!

I came to visit. Wonderful.

- Really. - That's Alice's phone!

Oh, yes.

- She forgot it. - That's crazy!

- I'll give it back to her. - Yes, of course.

You look strange.

No. Not really.

Congratulations, Paul. I'm off.

I have to...

- Thierry, hello. - Hello, Major.

- Hello, Camille. - Hello, Major.

What's this?

Maxime Baltard, 55, married, no children.

- Hello. - Hello.

Maximum rigidity.

He's been dead for over 6 hours.

Apparently, he was stabbed.

- Has the weapon been found? - Not yet. We're searching.

We haven't found his shoes either.

Someone stole his shoes?

Right.

His wife has arrived. Their house is at the gate.

That face... I feel like I know it.

I don't believe it!

The victim was the flying hold-up man!

Who?

He robbed jewellery shops 15 years ago.

He escaped from jail. His wife came in a helicopter.

I remember, she was arrested too.

And jailed for helping him escape.

When did they get out?

Six years ago.

They bought an orchard. No news since.

Check recent prison releases. I'll tell Soler.

OK.

Maxime went without shoes whenever possible.

He liked to feel the ground under his feet.

To feel freedom.

Was he in touch with old mates?

No! He'd turned over a new leaf. No more trouble.

He promised me that.

Maxime spent ten years in jail.

I spent two.

We swore we'd never go back.

Maxime and I needed breathing space.

Here...

We enjoyed each other's company. We were never apart.

Nevertheless,

apparently,

you weren't at home last night, Mrs Baltard.

I was at my mother's.

I visit her Monday and Wednesday evenings.

As it's 60 km away, I stay the night.

Your husband didn't go with you?

- No... Maxime was a loner. - Did he often walk

round the orchard at night?

For a few weeks we've had irrigation problems.

Blocked and leaking pipes.

When I phoned him last night,

he was checking all was well.

What time was that?

I'd say around 11pm.

What time did you arrive this morning?

7am, as usual.

There was nothing unusual?

Apart from Maxime's body, no.

- How long have you worked here? - 2 years.

Was the business going well?

Yes.

It's a pleasure to talk to you!

I don't usually talk to cops.

Wow! Complete sentences, all of a sudden.

- Surprising. - I'm answering the questions, right?

More or less. Where were you last night?

In jail.

That's a good one!

Day parole.

I'm there from 6pm to 6am, every day.

So you have a rock-solid alibi there.

So Maxime Baltard hired you to help your rehabilitation, right?

He believed in second chances.

Did he have enemies?

Of course! You don't talk to cops.

Still less snitch on people.

We'll meet again, Mr Bondeur.

Can you see anyone?

Well? Can you see anyone?

No.

That's strange!

Usually, when we arrive on a crime scene,

the neighbours are there. No one here.

True, no one's here.

And the Baltards had a mysterious irrigation problem.

You think it could be sabotage?

I don't know.

But the good folk here

may not like ex-jailbird neighbours.

"Good folk"?

Yes. I'll check with Camille.

- I'll be off then. - See you later!

Bye!

Best regards to the good folk!

- Not unpacking? - No, I have a test tomorrow.

How can you make up for 15 years of doing nothing?

Are you making dinner? If not, you're of no use.

Have you seen my phone? I've left it somewhere.

Oh, thanks.

I took it to school. You weren't there.

I just missed sport.

You missed maths.

You're so annoying!

Our parents should have searched your phone.

What?

Next time I won't stop them.

You're acting weird. Maybe I shouldn't protect you.

Baltard's widow was at her mother's, she confirmed it.

But that's family.

We searched Baltard's accounts, emails and phone records. Nothing.

Is the business OK?

Borderline, but not a disaster.

Thierry Malet, a neighbour, objected

to Baltard's arrival, informing the police, etc.

So Marchal was right.

Why are you looking at me like that?

We're surprised you said that.

No, not at all... No.

No surprise.

I try to be fair with Marchal and you.

- Yes, of course. - What else?

This was in the minutes of Baltard's trial, after his escape.

It was the colonel who handled the case?

OK. Sophie, you contact forensics.

I'll make enquiries.

- Give my regards to Franck. - I will!

- Captain Vannier. - Don't look so pleased to see me!

The major wasn't free.

I'm delighted to see you.

I'd say the weapon was a pruning knife.

- It's a tool for... - I know what it is, thanks.

Time of death?

- Between 10pm and midnight. - So, after 11.

As he called his wife then.

- What else? - No sign of a struggle.

Nothing on the arms or hands.

So he knew the killer, and trusted him.

Probably, yes.

- OK. Thanks, Franck. - You're welcome.

Shall I give the Major your regards?

- Of course. Bye now. - Bye, Franck.

How long have you lived here?

Always. It was my father's house.

He was a cherry farmer?

Yes. I'm trying to do a good job.

So, Mr Malet, you didn't get on well

with the Baltards?

- Definitely not. - Why?

Are his cherries better?

No, but they're crooks.

They were. I think they've paid their debts.

Yes? Do you think they set up their business with honest money?

They stole the land from us.

- Right, Jules? - Yes, Dad.

Stole? You mean, using threats?

- Or weapons? - No.

We were planning to buy it.

Then he turned up with his dirty money.

And now...

And now he's dead. One less rival.

What were you doing last night?

Mending my scooter.

Jules! Jules, isn't it?

Can you show me the orchards?

I'd like to see how cherries grow. Come.

You can show me.

Stay with me, Mr Malet, please.

We'll talk some more.

Your father created all this?

It can't be easy being with him all day long.

He reminds me of my father. Kind, yes... But suffocating.

- What's your dream? - What does that matter?

We have the farm, I have to take it on.

OK, but if you could choose, what would you do?

- Rally driving. - Really?

- Stupid, I know. - Not stupid at all, it's great.

- So you like mechanics? - I don't know anything about it.

But I help my dad.

I guess the scooter had an injector problem, as usual.

Yes, yes...

But scooters don't have injectors. Ever.

Jules, I understand you want to protect your father.

But do you realise you're giving him a false alibi?

Eh?

- Hello, Colonel. - You were looking for me?

That's right.

We're working on a new case,

and I wanted your input.

Maxime Baltard, I remember. And?

As I saw you worked on his escape case,

I wanted your point of view about the man.

An old-style crook. He was never violent.

Some of his victims even testified in his defence.

An intelligent man.

Could he have returned to crime?

He seemed determined to go straight, for his wife.

But who knows? Any leads?

No, but we're searching.

For old accomplices, for instance, or...

He didn't have any. He acted alone.

Right.

When he escaped, did someone help...

We explored that.

That trail will take you nowhere.

And time is valuable.

But if we look...

That's an order!

And the door?

You don't close doors either?

"That's an order"...

"That's an order"...

Come on. Tell me what happened, Jules.

Dad went mad when he heard the Baltards were going

to produce Sato Nishiki...

Sato Nishiki? What's that?

Very rare Japanese cherries.

They can fetch 100 euros a kilo.

Really?

No one has managed to grow them in France. Except Baltard.

A famous chef even talked about it.

He'd have made a fortune.

So your father damaged his irrigation,

to stop the super cherries growing.

But he didn't kill Maxime. I swear!

You weren't with him.

So you don't know.

Mr Malet, your son is of age.

So he's responsible in law.

He could get 20 years unless you talk.

20 years? Why? He's done nothing!

Complicity to murder? Nothing?

- He's confessed. - Confessed what?

That you were present at the murder.

I...

Last night I went to use pesticides to kill everything.

- Maxime Baltard caught you. - No.

I found him already dead, lying under his trees.

I left at once.

You think he didn't know?

I'm not stupid.

I went on Mondays and Wednesdays, when no one was there.

No one? Why no one?

I don't know and I don't care. No one to disturb me.

Well... Until last night.

But I didn't kill him.

Mrs Baltard doesn't know where her husband went

when she was at her mother's.

You got anything on Malet?

He worked in secret. I can't see him confronting Baltard.

Even if he was caught, he wouldn't have killed him.

We need to check on Yvan Bondeur.

The worker on day release?

They were in the same block when Baltard escaped.

But he has a solid alibi, he was in jail.

Then he had an accomplice. I'll talk to Soler and Marchal.

OK.

And Bondeur's motive?

We don't know yet, Captain.

If he had helped Baltard escape...

Suppose that, when he gets out, Baltard offers him a job.

But Bondeur wants more.

Baltard refuses. Then Bondeur... What's up?

No, no! No!

The colonel told me that no one helped Baltard

with his escape except for his wife, so...

Excuse me.

Yes, Anaïs.

He strongly advised me not to go down that road.

- Really? Why? - I don't know.

- What will you do? - Interview Bondeur.

- I'll come. - No, I'll go alone.

What's the matter?

I don't want my kids' mother to question

an ex-con suspected of murder on her own.

You're worried. That's sweet. I'll be questioning him

off the record.

No need for us both to be blamed.

But it's nice, I'm touched. See you later!

- Are you sure? - Yes!

Your colleague thinks I'd say more to a woman?

Captain Marchal isn't my colleague but my subaltern.

So now I get an officer? Why not special branch?

Because I am more efficient. Want an example?

One phone call and your day parole is over.

No more days out.

Back to jail to end your sentence.

For what reason?

Obstructing a criminal investigation.

Or maybe complicity to murder. You can choose.

No, not really, no.

Oh yes, Mr Bondeur, we always have choices in life. May I?

What the hell is she doing?

Please... Let me have it.

A bit of exercise. Sorry.

To help me relax.

I take a log.

I put it down.

I empty my mind.

I imagine an individual of male gender, or maybe my mother.

Perhaps even my superior officer.

Oh, that feels good!

You're no ordinary person.

Apparently not, no.

So?

Maxime wasn't outside by chance when the helicopter came.

There was someone in the yard.

A guard.

A guard? I guess you don't know his name.

You guess right.

Obviously.

Thanks, Mr Bondeur. Bye now.

Camille, it's Soler. About Baltard's escape.

- Found anything? - I checked all the guards present.

The only one that fits is Michael Payen.

He resigned 2 months ago after a burnout.

That's common in prison guards.

Suppose Baltard paid him to help him escape.

But Payen lost his job less than a year ago.

Ran out of money, came back for more.

Baltard had no money.

His farm doesn't make much.

Things went badly, there was a fight and Payen killed Baltard.

May I?

Go and find Mr Payen, Camille.

Yes, Major.

Hello.

It's kind of you to come. How do you know Michael?

I don't know him.

I'd like to speak to him.

Is this a joke? He died 2 days ago.

OK, Camille, I'm there. I'll let you know.

- Me again. There'll be gossip! - How can I help?

Michael Payen. Ring a bell?

Er... yes. Yes. He was on my table last night.

Car accident. He hit a plane tree at 90 km an hour.

- They're unforgiving. - Yes.

Why isn't he in my files?

It wasn't a suspicious death, and registering deaths takes time.

A natural death?

Yes. He had over 2g of alcohol in his blood.

Which doesn't encourage careful driving.

- Thanks, Franck. - It's fine.

- And Captain... - Yes?

The colonel asked me the same question an hour ago.

Maybe it's worth telling Léa.

Definitely. Thanks, Franck.

- You're welcome. Bye. - Bye.

What did you want from my husband?

I'm very sorry, Mrs Payen.

Do you know if he stayed in touch with a former inmate?

Maxime Baltard?

My husband was a prison guard.

He wasn't friendly with inmates.

Why is everyone asking about this Baltard?

Everyone?

Sud FM ...

They wanted to do a programme about Baltard's escape.

They wanted my husband to take part.

Do you have the name of the person who contacted you?

Arnaud Lebel, I think.

How did your husband react?

He was upset.

He hung up, but the guy kept bothering us.

He couldn't sleep at night,

started drinking again...

...until the accident.

Tell me the truth.

Did he do something illegal?

Did he get a large sum of money 10 years ago?

Yes, he won it betting on horses.

That's what we used to buy this house.

NATIONAL GENDARMERIE

So Payen helped Baltard to escape.

Yes, and Arnaud Lebel, from Sud FM , found out.

We don't know how.

I know. That's where Baltard went twice a week,

when his wife visited her mother.

Thanks to the phone's GPS tracker.

- What was he doing there? - I'll check.

Camille, see with Erwan. I'll tell Léa.

Er, if I were you I'd wait a bit.

Why?

She's talking to the colonel.

Oh, OK.

A certain Michael Payen, prison guard,

died in a car accident.

- I guess you knew that. - Yes.

This same Michael Payen helped Maxime Baltard to escape.

- You knew that too. - Yes.

- Did you catch him? - No, we closed our eyes.

- Why did you do that? - To get information.

We needed an informer inside the prison.

Michael Payen was the right man.

- Why not tell me earlier? - I didn't have to.

Colonel, you could have trusted me.

You've just shown me you're not trustworthy.

Yet again. Ignoring my orders, you wasted time on a false lead,

when every minute counts.

Your attitude is damaging, to you and your team.

Carry on like this... I don't have to spell it out.

Shit!

Sophie, I'm leaving now.

Are you OK?

I've been better, but I'll be fine.

- Léa... - Captain?

I think the Colonel is preparing a case against you.

He wants to use the team's errors that you covered for them.

Right. How do you know that?

He asked me some questions.

- Obviously, I said nothing. - Obviously.

I've friends at the top.

I could try to find more about this case.

No, no, I...

No, you haven't asked me.

I'm just curious.

OK, thanks, Sophie. Bye.

Bye.

The studio will be quieter.

Were you close to Baltard?

Of course.

Doing a programme together makes you close.

So Fanny and Mr X, Strange destinies ...

- That was you and Baltard? - Yes.

I met him last year, doing the programme.

An ex-robber turned cherry farmer...

I found him fascinating, generous,

so full of life.

From being a guest he became a presenter, right?

He wouldn't talk of the past.

Robberies, prison, that was all behind him.

But he loved the idea that people are free to choose.

I loved the man so much, I asked him to join us.

But he chose to remain anonymous?

Yes. We'd prepare the programme on Mondays.

On Wednesdays we'd record it.

Except last night.

Arnaud told me Maxime was ill.

Why didn't he tell his wife?

I think the radio was his breath of fresh air.

Doing a programme on his escape

didn't exactly show discretion.

It was Arnaud who wanted to do that.

Maxime Baltard's life reads like a novel.

I couldn't miss out!

So if I'm right,

Mr Lebel, you wanted to reveal his identity without his permission?

We're a small radio station!

And Strange destinies

is a big success. This story would have been a hit.

So to find out more, you called Michael Payen,

the prison guard?

Maxime wouldn't talk about his past, see?

I had to investigate.

Did Baltard find out?

Yes, 3 days ago. He walked out in a rage.

That's why he didn't come last night.

Did you try to persuade him?

That's not my style.

It's only a radio programme.

It'll continue. Without him. That's all!

OK, but won't that pose a problem for Fanny Nazarre?

She says Baltard's the soul of the programme.

Fanny's been my wife for 15 years. We started the radio together.

We were never able to have kids. The radio's our baby.

She'll carry on alone.

Why is Baltard down for tomorrow's episode?

It was about his escape.

Instead we'll do a special on his death.

- That guy's a real bastard! - Who? Lebel?

He doesn't care about Baltard. Only about his radio.

That's no motive for murder.

No.

Did he make enemies from the radio?

I doubt it. It had a feel good effect.

He and Fanny were a great pair, so...

I may have something.

Baltard went to Montargis 3 times recently,

to meet the owner of a farm producing rare cherries.

Not surprising, as he was trying

to grow Japanese cherries.

That's what I thought, but I probed a bit.

And found he hadn't gone for that,

but for job interviews!

Really?

He said he was moving to the area with his wife.

Right.

- He wasn't scared! - No.

He was following his dreams. A tempting choice.

Sorry.

Yes, Anaïs?

Adventure's calling.

One's calling me too.

This is a black Mashhad cherry.

It's delicate, but has an amazing taste.

Thank you.

Maxime loved them.

How did he come to be interested in rare cherries?

He found a book in the prison library.

Maxime loved challenges and excellence.

The best of everything. Always.

That's why he tried to grow Japanese cherries?

Yes. But it won't happen now.

Now he's dead, it doesn't matter any more.

You could move somewhere else.

Montargis, for example.

What an idea!

No, my life is here.

This orchard is Maxime's legacy.

It's all I have left of him.

Mrs Baltard, when you visited your mother,

Maxime used to do a radio programme. Did he tell you?

Definitely not.

- Hi. - Hi, mate.

Hi.

- Looking for someone? - My sister.

She's over there.

OK. Thanks.

- Oh! - Hi.

Your teacher asked me about

your wisdom tooth extraction.

- Did you say it went well? - Don't make fun of me!

How did you get a medical certificate?

We all have secrets!

Is all this for Julien? To show him you're cool?

What's up with you?

Your life's empty, so you judge mine?

OK. See you later.

Tom!

Don't tell the parents, OK?

You've changed. Our future's being decided here

and now.

You only just started studying!

And now you're giving me lessons?

I just want to help.

Look at my grades. Look at yours. Draw your conclusions.

Don't worry, I did that ages ago.

Shit!

Tom!

Tom! Wait! That's not what I meant!

- Glad to see you again, Fanny. - Same here.

- I missed you! - I missed you, Fanny.

Especially as you're so beautiful tonight.

Our listeners really missed you!

So, tonight...

Léa, it's me. I know it's late. Can I come round?

How did it go with the colonel?

Fine... Fine... Don't worry, I can handle it, Paul.

It's nice of you.

I listened to Baltard on air to get an idea about him.

I chose a short passage.

You think Duval did it on purpose?

I don't think so.

I listen, draw conclusions...

Paying attention to the other, knowing what they want.

So?

Listen again.

- She has a silly laugh, right? - Yes, that laugh...

- Does it remind you of anything? - No.

When we first met, you laughed like that.

You laughed like a goat at whatever I said.

I didn't laugh like a goat!

You did. Never mind, forget it, but...

Admit it!

I won't admit I laughed like a goat! Nonsense!

On the other hand...

you really did pay attention to what I wanted.

Just as Baltard said, in fact.

So...

See what I'm getting at?

He didn't want to move with his wife, but with Fanny Nazarre?

- That's it. - Amazing.

- But I didn't laugh like a goat. - OK.

- A coffee? - No, thanks.

I'd like to know more about your relations with Maxime Baltard.

We got on well.

In what way?

What do you mean?

I don't know...

Presenting a radio show, in the intimacy of a studio,

confiding in each other every week...

- That can create bonds, no? - No.

I'm married.

Yes, I know.

To Mr Lebel.

Sorry. I can't stand the smell of coffee.

It'll pass.

Ah... Just a few more months to go, right?

I was pregnant twice. I couldn't stand that smell either.

- Yes, I... It's quite new. - Yes, yes.

Yes, I can imagine. Very new, even, right?

So your husband can't quite grasp it yet.

He told me:

"We were never able to have kids.

"The radio's our baby."

Yes, Arnaud finds it hard to realise he's going to be a father.

Well...

OK. Thank you.

May I go?

Yes, I'll show you out.

Major, I've been round the estate agents in Montargis.

Baltard put in an offer last week.

Co-purchaser: Fanny Nazarre.

Thank you, Sophie.

Miss Nazarre! Just a moment.

You seem to have forgotten to mention a house.

In Montargis.

Deliberately, I guess.

- And the baby? - It's Maxime's.

That's progress! Does your husband know?

He doesn't give a damn anyway.

He only cares about his radio station.

But we didn't have the courage to split up.

Which wasn't the case with Maxime.

When I knew I was pregnant,

and told him, he was over the moon.

He told me we'd have a new start,

it was our chance.

We found no exchanges between you.

- No calls, no emails. - We always talked face to face.

Why didn't you tell us?

I don't know how to tell my husband.

Maxime's widow didn't ask. Discovering that...

We'll continue in the interrogation room.

After you.

What has she said?

They were moving to Montargis this month.

Baltard assured her

that even if he didn't work,

he had enough money to live on.

From his loot?

No. The police found that at the time.

I think she's relieved to be able to say

he's the father.

I understand. Now she has no choice. She must deal with it.

She must have realised that too.

So Lebel is the killer?

Impossible.

Erwan checked, he was on live radio that night.

OK.

So that leaves Isabelle Baltard.

I think so too. She sacrificed her life for the man,

her desire for a child. She went to jail.

If she knew he was leaving her,

and going to be a father...

- What about her alibi? - Her mother? Not convincing.

No, you're right. It's true.

I have an idea.

One of those you won't tell me?

And we won't talk about the colonel either, I guess?

- No, not yet. - Léa...

I can help you.

The best thing to do is to stay out of this.

- Bye then. - The door, Paul.

Well, we've seen all the estate now.

- Is that it? - Not quite.

Your accounts show you produce 6 types of cherry.

- Is that right? - Yes, 6.

- In separate plots. - Of course.

- We never mix trees. - Sure.

Funny, because I've counted 7 types, with this one.

It's amazing, this little cherry.

Well, not so "little"...

The colour, the taste. What variety is it?

A rhetorical question.

Sato nishiki, the Japanese cherry.

Your husband did grow it after all.

- How's that related to his murder? - Who knows?

Maybe money, that's a classic.

Maybe he sold the patent without telling you,

to go off with a new woman.

You have a wild imagination.

Now I must leave you.

I have to organise the funeral.

He was right.

I was calling you.

You were right. Sophie checked.

Baltard was selling his production method

for the Japanese cherry to a Swiss company.

But his wife blocked the deal yesterday.

She was the sole heir.

But one cherry is not proof.

Mrs Baltard won't talk. She knows we've no proof.

True.

What if we bring the wife and mistress together?

No! That won't work.

Fanny won't talk in front of Isabelle.

She's so full of guilt.

That's odd. She stole her husband!

Paul, sorry, but these decisions are made by two people.

She didn't force him to leave.

Baltard was no longer in love with his wife.

And when you love one person...

It's hard to plan a life with someone else.

You don't even try to.

True.

If you have any brilliant ideas, now's the time for them.

Well, Erwan told us Sud FM was doing a programme tonight

about the life and death of Maxime Baltard.

OK. And?

Who knows, maybe that's the moment

when Fanny Nazarre will pay homage to him,

as she wanted to. In public.

And it would be terrible for Isabelle Baltard to hear that!

Yes!

Worth a try.

I'm off!

The door!

Good evening to you all. Tonight I'm alone.

Mr X suddenly passed away.

This programme is devoted to him.

I'll talk about the remarkable man who was behind this microphone.

Maxime...

Maxime Baltard was a wonderful man.

He looked for the best there was,

even if he had to make an about-turn,

for we all deserve a second or third chance.

Mr X was about to seize his third chance,

without hesitation...

Stop that!

He was starting over, something he knew how to do...

It's you who should be talking about him, not her.

I knew everything.

As if Maxime could hide anything from me...

The radio programme, the affair...

But I didn't think it was serious.

Until he told you he was going to be a father?

He couldn't hide his joy.

I was furious.

I left my mother's in a great hurry.

To talk to him. Face to face?

To try and understand.

Maybe even try to dissuade him.

Maxime said he was leaving me.

Just like that.

Starting a new life.

Far away.

He was so calm...

So distant...

He was going to have everything.

Love, a child...

And I was left with nothing.

I was nothing.

Come on now!

We're going to a concert.

- Wait, I haven't finished. - No.

Did you hear? I'm taking you to a concert.

You're supposed to ask whose concert.

It's great you're studying hard. But we're getting worried.

Who's "we"?

Alice phoned.

What's it got to do with her?

It's fine, I'm sure. With these grades you'll pass!

Really? What do you know?

Oh dear!

There's something else. I know you. What's up?

- I'm panicking, that's all. - But why panic?

Look at your grades.

- You'll pass your exams! - But what then?

I don't even know what I want to study.

You and Mum were brilliant. Alice will succeed, whatever.

I don't want to be the family dunce.

No. I'm sure you'll find a great job and do really well.

Dad, you can't kiss a sore knee better any more.

Really?

- Stand up. - What?

A hug from Dad.

- Honestly, Dad... - Get up.

You're not a dunce, son.

I'm scared of not succeeding.

Success is subjective. It doesn't mean anything.

As for being afraid of failing, I can tell you,

that happens to everyone.

Come on, let's go to this concert by Tili... Lukums...

- Tillikump. - Let's go.

Subtitles: ECLAIR V&A