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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

To get a job, I was ready for anything.

Except jail time.

I realized that to emerge unscathed from such a place,

I should tap deeply into my resources and that my anger might not be enough.

Inspired by the novel by Pierre Lemaitre, "Cadres Noirs"

A few others happened to land here.

Either by mistake or accident.

And they’re struggling with extreme anxiety.

I am all three.

Hello.

Go.

Fuck off.

Move, I said.

Well done.

I have the edge.

- You prayed. - Yeah.

Like I did yesterday.

Here, take this.

No kidding.

I’m telling you, you’re getting…

What the hell are you doing?

You believe in God? What’s this?

A gift from my wife.

Show me.

No.

You got some stuff over there.

- You guys suck. Come back and play. - Shit. Leave him alone.

Stop, damn it, you're pains in the ass. Goddamn it!

Fuck. Damn it.

Hell, I'm gonna get punched, too.

Asshole.

Play.

Yeah, but still.

- We don't give a shit. - You suck.

- So? - I mean it.

You suck.

I belonged to the prison shock victims,

those who get punched in the face and robbed of everything they own.

The first suicides always come out of this group.

I planned to go to jail, but I never expected it to start off so badly.

I was in trouble.

Once Dorfmann figured out I'd screwed him,

I didn't know what would happen, or when,

but I knew it would be tough, very tough indeed.

I sometimes thought about Exxya's execs.

Instead of holding them hostage,

we should've sent them to jail for two weeks.

To see who'd survive better.

Did Dorfmann rack them up?

- He wasn't exactly skillful. - It was a real shit show!

We lost the South African market,

the Beauvais project didn’t get off the ground,

plus this stupid role-playing game.

- You're too harsh. - We all are.

And we all agree.

Dorfmann can't stay.

We should fire him, now.

I'll talk to the minister about this.

Wait.

He has to go, of course.

But not right away, that'd be a shame.

Remember we have two tough deadlines coming up.

Beauvais first.

The layoffs will set the region on fire.

This will go national.

The government will be called out, Exxya will be in the centrifuge.

But we have good reasons.

For the public, we’ll always have interest.

And the press will follow.

But in a few months, Alain Delambre will be on trial.

And then Exxya is back in the game for another spin.

The public will love this guy. The press, too.

- Yes, but I don't really see any... - We need a fuse.

A very big fuse.

And no one is better than Dorfmann.

Highly visible, young, arrogant, sure of himself.

The devil himself.

The ideal candidate for lynching.

I'm telling you right now,

when this blows up, I want his head on a platter.

Ok.

It's me. Things are tense.

I've polled the shareholders. Many of them want your head.

Shareholders are pragmatic.

They need a fuse in case a trial goes wrong.

Thanks.

In any case, everything will have begun in Beauvais.

Our priority is Delambre.

That’s a real problem for us.

- I'll call you back. - Fine.

Hello?

I want you to handle Delambre quickly and without delay.

No problem, I'll pass it on...

I don't want to know. Just do your job.

That’s bad for you.

Do you play cards?

Tarot? Or rummy?

What a moron!

Feels good to be outside.

Delambre, if you got nothing to say, get lost.

LIEUTENANT PENITENTIARY MANUAL

LIEUTENANT PENITENTIARY MANUAL

- I guess it's pretty hard. - Of course.

We've seen better days.

What happened to your husband?

I'm like you, trying to understand.

I'm not his wife.

The judge will ask you how your husband could buy a gun and bullets

and on a Sunday morning take 10 people hostage

without anyone noticing a thing.

Including you.

He's depressed.

If every depressed shoots at the police,

we’d have a civil war.

I don't know.

Richard!

First visits were two weeks ago.

You didn't notice anything?

I'm his wife. Not his mother.

- Pack it all up. - Okay.

Did anyone help your husband?

I don't know.

Mrs. Delambre, you have no idea what kind of shit he’s in.

If he had a gun, it means someone got it for him.

It’s urgent to say, believe me.

My husband is involved with dangerous people.

Exxya, BLC Consulting. These are bad people.

- Listen... - Sit down.

Exxya staged a hostage scheme, and my husband was just an accessory.

If you don't ask them the same questions,

it means the police are complicit.

This is my card. You'll make a deposition tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.

Why did dad do this?

Stop it, Mathilde.

I can't help it.

Try to control yourself. You're annoying.

He burned out.

It's my fault.

I didn't listen to him.

Not everyone who freaks out buys a Beretta.

"This is my will.

In case tomorrow, Sunday,

something should happen to me..."

"I leave my daughter Mathilde the six family albums on my shelf,

to my daughter Lucie, my vinyl record collection”.

"You'll find it in the cellar in a box marked "school girls"

with all our daughters' schoolwork since kindergarten.

Make sure it's never destroyed.

Last, I leave to Nicole, my beloved wife,

the wedding ring I lost 13 years ago,

then found it but didn’t tell her.

Let's finish this and go for a drink.

Yeah.

What about Grégory?

- He withdrew his complaint? - Yes, he'll do it.

He's worried about the trial’s expenses.

That he’ll be forced to pitch in.

He loves trials. He should be thrilled.

- Lucie! - Is it a lot of money?

I don’t know.

What are the risks?

I don't know yet.

You're a lawyer!

I don't know everything. Not even the charges against him.

Sorry.

We're a bit lost.

I know. Me too.

It’s going to be fine, Dad.

Can we sit down?

Thank you.

You okay in your cell?

Yes, they're really nice.

Apart from the constant noise.

I can't sleep.

What about your mother?

She'll come see you soon, I think.

No, I mean...

Didn't she say anything?

Yes, she did.

Yeah, she...

The thing that worries me and the judge is how you got that gun.

To be honest, nothing could be simpler.

You go to La Chapelle two nights in a row, you'll find whatever you want.

Dad, listen to me,

during the interview, don't say anything, okay?

- Is that clear? - Ok.

The cops took your computer.

Is there anything compromising in it?

No. Nothing special, no.

Why?

They also got your phone.

There’s a number you called a lot, with an initial, "K."

Who's this?

Yeah, well...

Someone with a complicated name. Probably Polish or...

- Polish? - Yeah, I guess.

I thought it over.

I want you to be my lawyer.

I already told you, I'm only doing this today, and that's it.

We'll get you a lawyer who specializes in criminal law.

I want you to do it.

No one will defend me like you.

This isn't therapy. It's a criminal trial.

We'll talk about it later.

- Counselor Delambre? - Yes?

The judge is ready for you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Here.

Ok.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Judging by the history of your PC, you visited many hostage-related sites.

And this for more than two weeks.

Tends to prove premeditation.

I'm asking you.

What was the reason for taking 10 people hostage?

You frequently called someone whose name starts

with the letter "K."

More than 15 calls in a week. The number can’t be traced.

It’s a pre-paid phone.

Is he an accomplice, Mr. Delambre?

I need to know how you got hold of the Beretta you used

during the hostage operation.

I'm listening.

You're not aware of the situation you're in.

The charges against you are pretty serious.

Aggravated assault, false imprisonment,

armed threat against a peace officer.

- I never shot at the police. - Of course.

You went for a job interview with a loaded gun,

with no hostile intent.

The jury will understand.

I apologize for my client, Your Honor.

He doesn’t know the legal procedure.

I understand your position, counselor.

You don’t want to jeopardize the work of the lawyer

who handles Mr. Delambre’s case.

It wasn't pleasant for me, but you're right to be cautious.

You should get him a lawyer with strong experience in criminal law.

Think about what's happening today.

This trial will be difficult and widely publicized, so I advise you to...

Did you hear? 30 years in prison!

Dad, that's max. You'll never get a sentence like that.

20 or even 10 years! I'm going to be 60, Lucie.

- I'm gonna die in jail! - We’ll get you the best lawyer.

I thought of Counselor Briquet,

a specialist in penal law with a lot of experience.

He was my professor. I'll contact him.

- It has to be you. - No way. I am not skilled.

Ok fine. I'll represent myself.

- It's a huge mistake. - Well, it's mine!

You're blackmailing me.

Yes, I am. If you love me enough, you’d do it for me.

- Defend me! - No!

Dad!

I was very depressed.

I expected to hear from Exxya and Dorfmann every day.

And I was worried about it.

But what bothered me most was Nicole's silence.

Since the judge suspected her of collusion,

Nicole couldn't visit me.

She could've at least sent me a message.

Her silence was like a disavowal.

I could survive jail, maybe even the trial,

but I could never survive Nicole's absence.

Five minutes left.

Shut the fuck up, bitch.

What did I do?

Shut the fuck up.

It's the messages.

MEN'S PRISON

- First time? - Yes.

Go ahead.

- Hello. - Thank you.

Next.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

This way, please.

Spread your legs.

Once the judge heard what happened to you...

she let me come.

Metacarpal disarticulation.

I still have half of my fingers.

Who did this to you?

A misunderstanding.

Lunch with a friend.

- How are you? - Fine.

Good to see you.

You look good.

I guess it's not easy for you.

Mathilde had...

a scare last week, they did a scan,

and it's a boy.

Great.

They chose a name?

Gregory wants to name him Edgar.

- Edgar? - Yes.

I’m not surprised.

Police questioned me twice.

They threatened to hold me in custody.

They asked where you got the gun.

If you had an accomplice.

I didn't say anything.

That's good.

Why did you go there?

What were you trying to do? I don’t get it.

Hard to say...

I wasn't myself.

You bought a real gun.

- And bullets. - I was angry.

That's it.

We found your will.

You knew you could die.

You were ready to kill.

Not at all.

I don't recognize you anymore.

That's beautiful.

It's Mathilde.

That's beautiful.

It's those guys, Major.

They want me dead and they'll kill me.

What can I do?

If they get me, they'll kill me.

If you want, I can put them in solitary.

One hour later, their friends will fold you like a towel,

then slide you under the door.

Is that what you want?

Come on, Major... what are you doing here?

When civilization decides to pay attention to us,

I'll go back to being a prison guard.

Meanwhile, I do what I‘m asked to do, zookeeper.

For the record, Major, you never tried for lieutenant?

No, that's not for me.

Well, that's too bad,

I could help you.

What do you mean help me?

Well, I know this stuff.

Have you ever tried it?

Yes, twice.

The essay.

I got once 5, once 7, you need 10.

Of course, if you choose the essay...

Most people are like you.

But those taking the summary note, they get a head start.

And they're right, once you realize how the summary note works,

it's much easier than the essay. It's simpler.

What do you know about it?

I taught the briefing note to people

who wanted to pass the test

to get promoted.

Honestly...

it's not rocket science.

You can go, Delambre.

Whore.

Go to hell, asshole. Beat it.

Cocksucker.

Delambre.

To the booth.

I see you got my message.

Well, my client's message.

Must be painful, no?

Once, I tore a fingernail and suffered like hell,

so you, with this...

It's bearable.

Be careful, though.

Falling down the stairs, fingers in the door, these things happen.

Stop pissing me off.

What do you want?

I came to tell you, well done, Mr. Delambre.

Nicely played.

Took us a little while to figure it out.

You pulled some good punches.

We didn't see it coming.

Mr. Guéneau, you really terrorized him.

He was willing to betray his company, give it all away.

Actually,

you didn’t give a damn what he was offering you.

You just needed him to connect his computer to the company's website.

Hurry up!

Nobody thought that he

was opening a clear path to Exxya.

And its secrets.

The rest was just a ploy.

By then, everyone believed you were panicking.

The employee who loses it.

That was your scheme.

No, you weren't panicked at all, Mr. Delambre.

You're prepared to do something incredibly ballsy

that nobody thought of.

You terrorize everyone, but you only expect one thing.

That Mr. Cousin brings you on a platter.

So we thought you were going after him.

Actually, you let him go.

And then you pretend to give up.

It's over.

And carry out what you planned all along.

Alain, listen carefully.

You stick this into the computer.

After it's logged on?

An application will transfer the info to my computer.

What's next?

Then I take over.

I'll go through the back door, and if all goes well,

but I need 25 minutes.

25 minutes to make sure I get everything on my computer, it's important.

What the hell is he doing?

Hey, buddy!

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Come on, six minutes.

Yeah, it's okay.

Come on. Come on.

Mr. Delambre!

You're surrounded, surrender!

Now!

On your feet!

Come on, Mr. Delambre.

Put your weapon down.

Slide it toward the door.

Now!

Come on, Delambre!

Come on!

Hurry up!

I want to see my wife.

No, you won’t.

1 minute.

Face down, Mr. Delambre.

Now!

Lie down!

On the ground!

Now! I said, on the ground

Come on. Damn it!

Delambre! Now!

Yes!

I said, on the ground, Delambre.

Right now! On the ground!

Arms and legs apart!

22 million euros.

That's something.

And with total impunity.

Emptying the money used for bribes

and kickbacks gets you off the hook.

Well done.

Who's your accomplice, Mr. Delambre?

Nobody.

I mean, yes.

I found a hacker online,

who got me the apps I needed.

I paid him in bitcoin, it cost me a lot.

I don't know this guy, but if he turns up

tell him he did a great job.

Well, let's see.

Holy shit, the Marshall Islands.

"Marshall Islands is a tax haven."

Excellent.

Well, guys...

My friend and I have 22 million to hide.

Get the cocktails out, let’s sign.

Very well done.

But now you’ll have to give it back.

This is the only warning.

We won't kill you, Mr. Delambre.

We’ll keep you alive until you give it back.

I can't tell you in what condition.

What about the list? What do I do?

The one I found on your client's website.

Those who received secret funds, with account info.

And the related businesses.

There's everything in there.

Ministers, French,

foreigners, emirs.

Businessmen.

Tell me what to do with it.

I need proof.

Sure, no worries.

I'll give you the first 30 names.

Give me an e-mail address and a few days, because,

you know, here...

Internet connections are not easy to get

and now unfortunately,

I don't have an office.

I have to check.

You do that.

It’s a good idea.

Goodbye, Mr. Fontana.

Fontana quickly figured out I fooled him, there was no list.

But I didn't want to die in prison. I wasn’t going to give that money back.

For Charles it was the Caribbean,

for me, a return to a normal life.

After what I've been through, that money was mine. I earned it.

What a jerk! Fucking prick!

You can visit now,

why don’t you go see Dad?

No?

It's not easy for your Dad,

but it's hard for me too.

And,

I'm leaving.

I won’t live here anymore.

Can't stand it here.

I took a small furnished apt.

That's it.

How will you pay for it?

I asked for an advance.

Give myself some time.

It's a cheap studio. I can afford it.

I’m going to smoke.

You ok?

Nicole told me. Shit!

It's ok.

She only came to see me once.

It’s not easy for prisoners’ wives.

Must be it.

Sure.

Charles.

Would you do me a favor?

Tell me.

Could you check if she has someone?

Alain.

Just to check.

You're asking a lot.

We know your Nicole.

She’d never do something like that to you.

So, we'd know soon, and it will be fine.

I feel lousy.

It's all in a safe place.

But not for too long... Fontana came here.

I don't know if we can keep it all.

I don't care, but... It's for your daughters.

But I haven't said my last word. I don't know what to do.

But I'll try to find something.

What's the matter with you? You don't look well.

I'm worried about you, Charles.

Fontana thinks I have an accomplice.

I made up a story, but I'm worried.

About what?

I have two bad news.

Tell me. I'm used to it.

You should move out.

Park your car somewhere they can’t find you.

He may start looking for you.

I'm sorry.

It’s ok.

We make friends everywhere if we're wise.

You should destroy your computer.

Really?

If the police get to you, we'll be in deep shit.

I know it's your work tool, but...

Don't worry. It’s an old thing...

I have to get a new one.

You can throw it in the Seine.

No. I’m into recycling.

I'll smash it

then make a statue out of it.

It's crazy you're doing all this for me.

For me too.

Imagine all the booze I’ll buy with my share.

Alain.

Remember, you wanted to know what happened to me?

Typical story.

Too much time at work, a difficult kid... I didn't spend enough time with him.

He was in trouble, I couldn't see him. He was depressed. I didn't get it.

At 16, he threw himself under a train.

I was already a heavy drinker.

What can you do with your life after?

At least you have someone to fight for.

You have a family.

My whole future was clouded by the thought

that Nicole had someone else in her life.

Fontana could crush my hands, break my legs...

but if Nicole were to leave me...

It would be like being shot in the heart.