All language subtitles for La fièvre 104

Previously on The Trigger...

To play in the Champions League,
we need to beat Galatasaray.

- The pressure is huge.
- The pressure is the game.

And if there’s a search?

Many people want this land.
Developers, institutions...

If they miss out on the Champions League,
they’ll be bankrupt.

So you can buy the club
and the land.

- I resign.
- What?

The team can’t win unless I go.

The article shows he’s racist.
You can’t say it’s not true.

- What about your private life?
- I’m divorced.

Your reaction to seeing Marie
on that show

is consistent
with post-traumatic stress disorder.

It took you long enough.

I couldn't take it any more.

Going to work was hell on earth.

Working with me was hell on earth?

It was gloomy.

- The era was gloomy.
- No more than any other.

You just need to see the positive
and you couldn’t.

You were never very good at life.

Looks like that hasn’t changed.

There was no light-bulb moment.

You'd been at the hospital
for about a month.

And something was different.

I started feeling better.

I was happy
to get up in the morning.

I wanted to laugh.
I felt pretty.

Like a Goth teen
dressed in black at the beach

who suddenly
wakes up and says “Shit!

“It’s hot outside,
why am I wearing this crap?”

You see?

Go on.

When I realised I felt better
because I wasn’t spending time with you,

felt a bit ashamed.

But since you want honesty,
not that ashamed.

Being happy is never wrong.

A year later, when you left the hospital,
you started over.

“End of the world,
Winter is Coming, civil war...”

You said nothing.

Sam...

You’d wander the streets
and come back shattered.

You were like a robot.
How could I tell you?

So yes, I ran out.

To protect you.

I went to the country
with Mathieu.

Remember him?
Sure you do.

That great shag from our hangout.
We lived on a farm for three months.

But you can’t live off cock
and goat’s cheese for ever.

You left out of cowardice,
not to protect me.

Not easy to quantify.

Let’s say 70% to protect you,
30% cowardice.

After that, I ghostwrote
confessional memoirs for morons.

A Star Academy winner
and a teenage radio host.

Horrible.

Acting classes were my only joy.

I worked on a one-woman show,
but it was no good.

One more middle-class left-winger

with the same targets,
the right wing, big bosses.

But the contact with the public...
You can’t imagine the thrill.

The spotlights, the stage...

Even with only ten people,
the adrenaline rush was mad.

Right.

So you said
“Hey, I’m going to become a Nazi.”

No.
At some point, I found my character.

The sexy, loudmouthed
reactionary redhead.

Ave Marie!

You’re saying it’s an act?
Don’t fuck with me.

Look where we are. It’s a show.
A show tuned for a certain audience.

It’s a market segment.

- The left does it too.
- They believe in what they say.

For an artist, there’s inevitably
some of you in your characters.

But ideals come second.
I’m into what sells.

I don’t believe a word.
You want power.

Four hours of sleep for peanuts?
No, thank you.

You want power.
And you’d set society on fire to get it.

On the contrary.

I channel its violence.

Like using party masks
to let off steam.

My show is a place to let off steam.
Should be tax deductible.

- And our surveys?
- Good old qualitative surveys!

What’s that supposed to mean?

They were wrong.

We checked.
You talked first about civil war.

That was before the Bataclan attacks.

What happened after?
Nothing.

Civil war didn’t break out
and never will.

People are cowards.
They won’t risk their lives.

And civil war with what?

We don’t have guns in France.
For a civil war, you need guns.

The French love insulting each other
anonymously on Facebook.

But then they go back
to their couch and TV shows.

People are consumers.

They want an ice-maker fridge,
rose wine and a new barbecue.

Qualitative research
is entirely an interpretation of data.

The analyst’s mood
is automatically mirrored.

Your surveys
contain your whole personality.

Your pessimism, your darkness,
your doom-mongering, your paranoia.

The problem isn’t my show
or the era or public opinion.

It’s you, Sam.

- Marie, two-minute call.
- Hear them?

THE TRIGGER

It’s hard, but good.
You confronted your ghost.

You know her game.
She’s a narcissistic product of the times.

- Preferable to Trump...
- She’s right.

It’s paranoia.

I’m sick, Tristan.

Very sick.

Guillaume. Got a minute?
Listen here...

You can do it, Guillaume.

You’ll do it.
You’ll succeed.

You’ll qualify for the League.

You know the guys.
You know the game plans.

You were my assistant.
You know the job, you’ve got this.

I hope so.
Thanks, Pascal.

Got your starting line-up?
I was watching Galatasaray.

When they play big clubs,
they cluster in the centre.

You need to put Fode midfield.

Playing box-to-box.
Well protected by our line of three.

And by two guys
who do the dirty work.

Okay, got it.

And watch out
for their right full-back.

He always sneaks through...

- You need a feisty left-winger.

- For example, Joncour.
- I have to go, Pascal.

One week, guys.
One week before Galatasaray.

To advance,
we need to beat them.

We’re better technically,

but the mindset
makes the difference.

And right now
you’re the centre of attention.

The press, controversies...
It throws you off.

You need to clear your minds.

This is a fresh start.

Focus on the match.
Okay, exercises by positions.

Take a vest.

Defenders, yellow.
Midfielders, blue. Forwards, green.

No, Fode.
Forward.

I said a fresh start.
A fresh start!

I want to see perfect passes!

Keep moving and offer solutions.

Did Adam mention coming home?

He won’t talk.

But he wants to stay with me.

I’ll tell him
he doesn’t have a choice.

- No, don’t force him.
- Hey, the decision’s not his.

He’s twelve years old.
And I have lots of stuff going on.

- He needs you right now, Michael.
- He needs his mum too.

- Are you still there?
- Can I ask you a question?

- Of course.
- Why did you leave me?

- What a question! It wasn’t working out.

Why?
There’s no “why”, it was...

Of course there was, be honest.

I don’t know.

At one point, at home...
it wasn’t working out.

You were...
You know what I mean, right?

No.

Sam, you’d become sort of bleak.

But that was long ago.
It doesn’t mean...

Thanks, Michael.

We’ve understood you’re pleased,
Mr Deputy.

But a raid at Racing Club
one week before a key game,

isn’t that biased treatment?

No, it’s not biased treatment.

In an inquiry,
the employer’s offices are searched.

The law does not follow sports agendas.

I was criticised
when I pressed charges.

But Mr Thiam’s hearing
proved I was right.

And he didn’t show up alone.
Let’s see the images.

There you go.
Here, with Kenza Chelbi.

Her hobby is insulting France.

By appearing with her,
Mr Thiam shows us

that the blow to his coach
was an act of racism.

He is a political activist.

An anti-French political activist,
a separatist, an indigenist.

So for me...

We should've called the cops.
I’m sorry, it’s my fault.

- I was scared.
- Are you kidding?

From the start,
it’s been my fault, not yours.

- We’ll get through this.
- How?

Kenza wants to see me.

I’ll tell her that from now on,
football is all I talk about.

I can get a transfer.
We’ll go to England or somewhere sunny.

We’ll leave.

Do you trust me?

- I love you.
- I love you too, sweetheart.

He called you an indigenist.
What’s that?

No idea.

Indigenists compare the status
of blacks and Arabs

with that of the colonial era.

And?

They consider the comparison
an insult to France.

But for them, being black or Arab
is an insult to France.

- Almost there.
- No journalists, right?

Relax, you won’t be seen
with the evil indigenist.

That’s not it, but this isn’t easy.

- I’m no activist.
- I told you, the search was for show.

They are panicking over Terret.

- “They” who?
- Those who have privileges to lose.

Mainly, 50-year-old white men
with fat assets.

Ready for the big game?
The radio said you’re playing forward.

So I hear.

Shit.

Local kids made it.
You see?

Fighting is worth it.

Look at your new coach.

He understood that
putting blacks in midfield was racist.

Or else he just got scared.

But for you, it’s the same.
You cast off your chains.

Football and activism
are not distinct.

Everything is political.

Everything.

I love this one.

What’s so funny?

It’s a TikTok challenge.
Hilarious.

Kinsky wants the right to bear arms
to fight anti-white racism!

She’s now being demolished.

- She wants what?
- The right to bear arms.

- No way.
- Hang on, here’s a winner.

50 and no AK? Loser!

- Go back to TikTok.
- You know... Look at that!

Shit.
She’s taking a beating.

How are you, honey?

Have a nice day.

Goodnight, sweetie.

She’s dead

Marie Kinsky shoots herself in the foot

Some break into your homes at night

and thrash you for your savings.

Some trap you in public transport.

Harassers, gropers,

rapists.

There are zombies on crack
who follow you in parks with knives.

Crooks who steal,
who terrorise your kids

and entire neighbourhoods.

Traffickers of scooters,
cars and wristwatches

violently attack you
in broad daylight.

And some

simply because you met their gaze,

because you’re a dirty toubab,

pounce and murder you like savages.

Effective, huh?

Don’t worry, it’s only blanks.

In 92% of cases,
there’s no need to fire.

Simply showing a firearm
scares off your attacker.

Those are the stats.

You’re quieter than usual.

What’s going on?

Oh, no!
The man in blue...

Did I shock you?

But give me one minute to explain

why the right to bear arms
is the best solution.

We can’t have
one policeman for each citizen.

Or you’d need
to pay lots more taxes.

And when I say lots,
I mean lots.

- Want to pay more?
- No.

I didn’t think so.
Me neither.

Kinsky’s trademark is provocation.

Always taking it up a notch.

So eventually she messed up.

Watch the internet tear her to shreds
and rejoice.

What if it wasn’t a mistake?

- What if it was Overton? Remember?
- Excuse me?

The Overton window.

The ideas that the public
is willing to consider and accept.

Obviously, there are levels.

An idea can be “radical”,

“acceptable”,

“reasonable”,

or “popular”.

And when it reaches the bottom,
it becomes a law.

Everything outside is taboo.

- Unthinkable.
- Bearing arms isn’t inside.

That’s her strategy.
Widen the window.

- Bring it inside.
- She’d come off as mad.

No one wants mass killings
like in the States.

- What about cannibalism?
- What?

- Cannibalism. Are you anti?
- Of course.

It’s taboo. But imagine a famine
and you find a corpse.

- You’d have to eat human flesh.
- That’s gross.

If you kill no one
and it’s to survive

it’s justified,
the moral angle shifts.

- That’s...
- It’s no longer taboo.

“Unthinkable” shifts.
The window grows.

You launch an inadmissible idea

and radical ideas seem
more acceptable.

Marie wants arms for all.
Unthinkable!

So we temper it with a clean slate
and psychological assessment.

And everything changes.
We move from taboo to radical.

And continue down the ladder
until it’s law.

What do you think?

- But why?
- To cause a civil war.

- She even told me so.
- She said that?

That if the Bataclan didn’t spark one,
nothing would.

- Makes sense.
- She said a civil war needed arms.

That’s the missing link.
I’m so mad at myself.

My work was biased
due to paranoia?

I fell into her trap.
She wanted me to crack up again.

Do you think I’m crazy

No, but I’d forgotten about Overton.

I need to integrate the concept.
It’s huge.

And?

I’m not saying you’re wrong.

But when a long-time enemy is destroyed,
it takes time to realise it.

We think they’re faking death
or whatever.

The fear of winning is common.

Your reunion was so violent,
it’s normal you’re shaken.

Yes, maybe.

Sam...

She’s dead.

Honestly.

Okay?
Trust me, she’s dead.

The Outermost Limits

Fuck, it’s midnight.
Where’s that article?

I bet I could write it myself.

“Storm at Racing
after search during Fode investigation.

“Oh my, we’re so shocked!

“And right before Galatasaray.”

And they claim to back French clubs.

Bunch of arseholes.

Here!

What?

“Exclusive info says
if Racing loses,

“the club will be sold
to escape bankruptcy.

- “Mr Marens was maybe only a short...”
- I can read.

That vulture wants to throw us off
and buy us out.

Piece of shit.

Piece of shit.

Quantitative research isn’t my thing,
but you...

Thank you.

You’re the exception
that proves the rule.

What do you need?

One question with a panel
of at least 5000 and it’s urgent.

- A large sample. What’s the question?
- Kinsky’s idea.

- The right to bear arms.
- I know the answer, 80% against.

- I need a qualitative too.
- You want a qualitative?

Let’s say I’m snowed under.

In that case, we’ll do our best.

I’ll call you when I have the results.

- Call Tristan, it’s his dossier.
- Okay, fine.

Thanks.

- If the banks support us...
- They’ve been on my back since 9 a.m.

Mourad's agent
wants to take Monaco's offer.

We sell nothing.
We beat Galatasaray, end of story.

Can we talk a minute?

Francois, now’s the time
to negotiate the club’s sale.

No.

It’s the worst condition
to prepare fora match.

I love my club.
Vernay only wants the property.

He’d kill it.
We have to win.

- Why make his move now?
- I’m not stupid. To make us lose.

I don’t think so.
And I’m not stupid either.

- What are your chances of winning?

- I don’t know. 10 or 20% max.
- 10 or 20 isn’t zero.

You agree, you can still win.
The uncertainty of sport.

A goalpost, a penalty kick...

Guys like Vernay hate uncertainty.
He wants to eliminate the risks.

That’s why he gave them the story.

It’s an invitation.
He wants to negotiate now.

Negotiating now costs him more.

Considering his fortune,
he doesn’t care.

- I think he’d give you a good price.
- There is no good price.

- Why isn’t Sam here?
- Sam is on an important case.

- More important than Racing?
- Certainly not.

I brief her twice a day.

If your sole strategy is winning,
Sam’s not much of a striker.

I want Sam.

I need an explanation.
I don’t understand.

You wanted Marens
to sell before the game?

Why not?

He invested 60 million
for the love of football. An expensive toy.

As long as his toy works,
he’ll keep it.

You should've waited
to reveal your hand.

You’d have been the club’s saviour,
not an eager vulture.

But I’m not the source of the leak.

That’s wonderful news.
You move from “guilty” to “victim”.

Now you’re one of the poor French people
who must sell what’s dearest to them.

- It’s fabulous.
- If we lose, I need to find 30 million.

- It’s doable.
- I’m less optimistic than you.

Me, optimistic? That’s a first.

When we had dinner,
you told me about a book.

Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch.

You said that the guy
who devoted his life to Arsenal

was you with Racing.

It was me.

- You really love this life?
- Yes.

You wouldn’t rather sail off
with 50 million euros,

free of journalists
and the Finance Commission?

It’s dumb, but no.

And to keep your life,
would you share power?

What power?

Everything.
Transfers, investors...

No, I’ll share nothing with Vernay.

- Not Vernay, the gardeners.
- Gardeners?

Gardeners, supporters,
secretaries, players, sponsors.

Make Racing a cooperative?

- Isn’t it wonderful?
- I’m not so sure.

You’ll tell them a dream story.

A democratic cooperative
united by the love of football

is fighting to survive against
the capitalist vulture Vernay.

Opposing models, David and Goliath.

France will love it.

I’m not so sure.

You know who you remind me of?

A Gothic teen at the beach.
Get moving or it’s a surefire depression.

That’s right.

Okay, let’s look at the figures.

Say I let supporters buy into the club.
Racing has 25,000 members.

If we set membership at 50 euros,
that makes a million.

- We’re short ten million.
- You’re thinking of a takeover plan.

You see an Excel spreadsheet
with columns of figures.

It’s no fun, it lacks sex appeal.

Not you, Francois, Excel.

- Don’t worry.
- I’m not saying you’re sexy.

- I get it.
- Okay.

Your strength is the dream story.
David and Goliath.

That’s your popular mobilisation.

The more democratic you are,
the more support you’ll find.

Investors, municipalities and sponsors
will want to join.

The club will be a rallying symbol,
a club of resilience.

Like the Corinthians.

The Sao Paulo soccer club in Brazil
in the early 80s.

Completely self-governed.
It was called “Corinthians’ Democracy”.

Players voted for everything
from strategy to wages.

The exact opposite
to the military dictatorship in power.

People identified.
There was a swell of support.

It’s even said that
they brought down the dictatorship.

On the pitch,
it was pure joy and happiness.

Ze Maria, Walter Casagrande,
Wladimir...

And Socrates. An amazing mind.
The guy was a medical doctor.

He looked like Che Guevara
with smallpox.

He could score and make assists.

Socrates, the best.
It was a dream, another era.

Yes, but that’s the struggle.
Era versus era.

But Fode and the team
belong to theirs.

David and Goliath and cooperatives
are light years away from their reality.

But they’ll be fired up Wednesday.

The article pissed them off.
They’d rather die on the pitch.

Stakes play out on the field.
It could bring in 30 million in 90 minutes.

- 30 million!
- Francois, I meant...

No, thank you.
This really helped, honestly.

Thanks.

You coming

Tonight is Racing’s big night.

The club has its qualifier
for the Champions League.

This game is truly
a “knock-out match."

For tonight the club is fighting
both to win the Champions League

and to save their boss,
Francois Marens.

PARIS RACING CLUB

Hello, Tristan.
I have the results from your survey.

The quantitative survey is clear.

The French are 77% against arms.
But the qualitative is odd.

I double-checked with a second group
to rule out subjectivity.

Now I understand your interest.

- What’s the outcome?
- Kinsky’s idea shocks people.

But behind their indignation,
you find a temptation to transgress.

More astonishing yet, the group
is mixed, socially and culturally.

Workers, professionals...
It’s completely transpartisan.

It reminds me of the 2005 referendum
on the European Constitution.

Quantitative survey was 78% “yes”.
But not the qualitative.

You know the outcome.
People voted 54% “no”.

Listen,

if I were you,
I’d have Sam investigate further.

- Okay?
- All right.

- Thanks for calling.
- No problem, take care.

To arms, citizens!

To arms, citizens!

Fabulous ambiance
from Parisian supporters

who’ve awaited this game
for weeks if not years!

Enjoy the show
and we’ll be back for kick-off.

I came to watch the game.

Honestly, there’s not much.

Kinsky memes are still buzzing
but nothing more.

I said to watch for weak signals,
I don’t care about memes.

- Well?
- There’s this, but...

“All citizens have the right
to bear arms and use them.

Astonishing, right?

It’s taken from the preparatory works
for the 1791 Constitution

and was meant
to be part of Articlel 0.

So you ask “Why isn’t it there?”

The answer is obvious, liberalised arms
would make society violent.

Well no, it’s the opposite.

It’s not in our first constitution

because it was so obvious,
there was no need.

Lower the sound.

History is like a science.

This transforms
the topic into a scientific question.

And if it’s scientific,

the debate is no longer taboo.

We go from “unthinkable” to “radical”.

- Thinking of Overton?
- I don’t know yet.

He’s an old history teacher.
There's 600 views.

Why does it say 4742?

This is new,
Fode Thiam is positioned as a forward.

Under Terret
he played box-to-box.

This is a big decision.

Okay.
Game over.

Defeat.

Elimination.

- Filthy traitor.
- Who?

- My ex-assistant. I told him what to do.
- What would you have done?

Fode in box-to-box,
with Joncour on the side.

Then why didn’t you?

Sorry, Pascal,
but no one fired you.

I lost the players.
Same thing.

Did you ask them
what they thought?

People say guns
cause mass shootings.

- We never talk about the lives they save.

In 2016, a man opened fire
and an armed citizen shot him.

- But it’s rare.
- The same in New Orleans.

An armed citizen shot a delinquent
who was firing at bikers.

Imagine if there'd been armed citizens
at cafes near the Bataclan.

Events might have been different.

Tell us are you for
or against arms?

Racing counter-attacks.

Beltrami loses the ball
and falls for a dummy pass.

Assist and goal!

The Turks are already leading 1-0!

This opening game
is a nightmare for Racing...

The slogan “empty the prisons”
seems relevant.

Indeed, prisoners locked up
for drug trafficking

are punished twice.

We've lost Kenza to the new
opium of the people, football.

- I’m watching Fode.
- That’s the problem.

- Fode’s a problem?
- He’s rich and famous, fine.

He brings visibility, fine.

Everything’s fine, fine.

Racing’s players are struggling,
Fode Thiam is alone on the pitch...

I checked with Mehdi and Justine.
It’s Overton.

I’m driving into Paris.
Pick me up at the stadium.

- Shit.
- It’s 2-0!

Fuck!

- I’m sorry.
- For?

Overton.
It sounded too crazy.

It is crazy. Keep it quiet
or people will think you’re mad.

I’m used to it,
but it’s insulting at first.

Still talking to Barnet?

The minister?
You were right, he’s a flake.

Shit.
Then we’re on our own?

Where do you place your punchline
to a client?

At the end.

Remember Marie’s last words
before her gunshots?

“Because you’re a dirty toubab,
they murder you like savages.”

With the fake aggressor
in Fode’s jersey.

Her story spoke of civil war.

And in this story,
Fode’s headbutt was the trigger.

If we want to stop Overton,
we need to delete that image.

It’s the image that moulded minds.

So we must repair the club.

The club? The club is...

Oh, fuck.

Question!
Will Francois Marens sell?

Once I have the answers,
you’ll know.

We’ll hold a conference.

Excuse us.

I prepared this for the press.

I said no cooperative.

You’ll let Vernay kill your club?

I should have sold before.
Now I’ll be fleeced.

Calling on fans is a great idea.

With them,
you might raise the funds.

I’m not a beggar.

You want me to give the press
my sob story and pass the hat around?

A boss who sponges off others
is a shit.

Or a visionary.

Imagine passing the hat
with Fode and Pascal.

You mend the fabric where it tore.
Founding a cooperative is not begging.

You’re raising funds
for a future giant on the Nasdaq.

Well, I don’t see Pascal.

Because he’s in my car.

Excuse me?

He wasn’t
the hardest one to convince.

Yes, guys, it was a defeat.
It’s not the first or last.

It’s football.
Win or lose, you did your job.

You know what my job is?
My job is the club’s form.

If you’ve read the papers,
it’s messy.

Why?

I invested every cent
in the new stadium

so we wouldn’t be screwed
each transfer season.

But without the Champions League,
we’re done for. Game over.

So logically, I should sell.

There’s a buyer, Vernay.

If I sell,
I recover half my money.

But Racing is over.

Because Vemay doesn’t care about the club.
He wants the future stadium’s land.

There might be a solution,
but we all need to be on board.

“I won’t give in, I won’t sell.

“Because for thousands of supporters,
Racing is our heritage.

“It represents love, fraternity
and solidarity.

“No finance vulture
has rights over a victory celebration

“or the mourning of a defeat.”

Shit, I got goosebumps.

That’s why I sold the Vernay scoop.

I said he wanted the club to lose
to buy them out.

David and Goliath
needed a foundation.

- Will it be fan ownership like Barca?
- Exactly like Barca.

Can anyone here say Barca is shit
or a racist club?

Everyone dreams of Barca.
It’s a worldwide reference.

When I bought the club,
we were Third Division.

We made Division Two
and lost the playoffs.

Following season,
we made Division One.

They said “Division One isn’t for you.
You’ll never stay."

Season one, No. 11.
Coupe de France quarter finals.

Season two, No. 9!
French League finals!

Season three, No. 3!
Victory at the Parc des Princes!

Who’s ashamed?
Sofiane, are you ashamed?

Moussa, are you ashamed?
Kevin, are you ashamed?

No, because we should be proud
of what we’ve accomplished.

Proud!
We’re proud!

If we succeeded,
it’s because we had a great coach.

Racing had a great coach.

We had a great coach.

Terret took us to where we are today.

And he’s the one
to take us higher.

In a cooperative, everyone decides.

I want to carry on,
but only with Pascal.

Or else I sell.
Your choice.

Is that clear, guys?

Is that clear?

Like you say, think it over.

This is crazy!

We’ve been here for hours.
We’ve been waiting for hours.

What are they doing?
Where are they?

They’re talking.

They’ll explain everything
at the meeting.

- Who are you?
- I’m Samuelle Berger.

Pleased to meet you.
That’s Samuelle with “e-l-l-e.”

- I work with Mr Marens.
- Okay.

He asked me
to give you some good news.

When it comes to good news,
it’s pretty high up.

Bring food for the journalists.
They’ll stay longer on full stomachs.

See you.

- There was no expression on his face.
- Who? Fode?

That doesn’t mean anything.

He didn’t support Pascal before.

He didn’t want to play box-to-box.

The new coach made him a forward
and they lost. Fode’s not stupid.

Pizza, hot-dogs, sandwiches.

I can’t hear a thing.
They’re too far from the door.

And someone’s bouncing a ball.

That’s a good sign,
it means... they’re thinking hard.

- They’re tempted.
- Yeah.

Fuck it, I’m going in.

No, Francois.

Wait.

You need to trust them.
Believe me.

The senile history teacher
has 39,000 views.

We must retort fast.

Kinsky’s plan is Overton.

Guns scare people.
A cooperative is hope.

What’s more contagious than fear?
Hope.

- That’s the gamble.
- We’re done.

You’re not leaving?
They’re almost done.

We have lives too, come on.

I promise you an exclusive interview
with Marens. No time limit.

Besides, dessert is coming.

Only one goes, he tires.

And he’s left a gap.
So what do they do?

Draw him in
and create a way through.

Then if the centre-forward isn’t my granny,
they go all the way.

Cooperatives rely on conviction
and discussion.

Like your Corinthians and Socrates.

That’s autosuggestion.
I’m 53 years old.

I love football
but I’m not a kid.

You owe me the truth.

Do you believe?

And you’re an optimist.

The restaurant
where I ran out on you...

When you called me back,
I wanted to suggest meeting there.

It was my way

of telling you
that I had a nice time.

Then why didn’t you?

I don’t know.

It wasn’t necessarily
a pleasant memory for you.

I was afraid of annoying you.

You know what annoys me?

Is how formal we still are.

- You sounded more intimate earlier.
- Me? No.

- When I was about to leave.
- Really? You sure?

Racing’s management indicated
that in seconds...

I hear someone coming.

I see someone...
Incredible!

How are you? Everyone okay?

Yes!

The food was good?

It was Pascal
who chose the caterer.

Thanks, Pascal!

Everyone,
it’s late so here’s a bedtime story.

You ever hear
of Corinthians’ Democracy?

Some of you have.

I won’t give in, I won’t sell.

Because for thousands of supporters,
Racing is our heritage.

It represents love,
fraternity and solidarity.

The joys of victory
and pains of defeat are not for sale.