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Excuse me.
Did I miss something?

Excuse me... Excuse me.

Got it.

That's it, I'm there.

That's it.

Lopez, don't move.

You're a prison guard,

not a choirboy.

OK, come on.

It's an execution,
not a wedding. Ready?

Yes, I'm ready.

Thank you.

"Beatus... Qui... Potest..."

"Qui..."
- Amen, thank you. Lopez...

A journalist, that's all?

We tried to reach the family
but they didn't answer.

Are you OK?

Comfy?

William Pascal Lamers,
you've been

found guilty of a homicide
and sentenced to poison to death.

Would you like to say anything?

To who?
There's nobody here.

You can talk to me,
if you want.

I don't know what to tell you.
- Well,

talking to me is like...
talking to God.

I don't know
what to tell him neither.

Well, I don't know...
Talk to yourself.

Like a kid?

When you were young,
you used to talk to yourself?

Not really.
I used to talk to my recorder.

A recorder?

A tape recorder
my brother offered me.

What did you record?

I was telling stories.

What kind

of stories?

Pirates tales.
This kind of stories.

Kids tales. I spent
hours recording myself.

And then,
hours listening to myself.

I had hundreds of tapes.
It was my treasure.

My brother used to decorate them.
He was a good drawer.

I used to hide them
from my mum in the basement.

I was scared of her.

She didn't like me too much.

I was scared to get sick because
"I was disgusting" for her,

because of my sweat.

She refused to touch me

and wouldn't change
my clothes for days.

At the end,
it was smelling like cat's pee.

"No need to wash them, we'll burn
them when you'll be cured."

Yeah... "Burn"...

This is how she used
to solve her problems:

the letters she wouldn't open,
the bills she wouldn't pay,

the pictures she didn't like,
she used to burn everything.

One night,
she came into my bedroom...

with a bin bag.

She woke me up

and brought me
to the basement.

Then she forced me
to put the tapes in the bag.

She came back up
with the bag.

I ran behind her,

I begged her to give me my tapes
back but she didn't care.

She went to the garden and
emptied the bag on the grass.

She always had
a bottle of alcohol with her.

She spread it on the tapes.

She said: "Stop blubbering."
I tried but I couldn't.

She took a match...

and rubbed it on the box.
I saw the flame

starting from her hand.
Then I felt the fire.

I looked at my mother.

I looked at the fire.

I imagined it was her burning.

Then I stopped crying.

That night, for the first time,
I wanted to kill somebody.

When
my brother died...

- What?
- ...I just turned 7...

- What are you doing?
- I'm talking.

- You're not done?
- No.

- You'll tell your life story?
- It's short.

- How long?
- How long can I talk?

Sorry?

- How long can I talk legally?
- Well...

How long can I talk?

I don't know.

I'm a man of faith,
I'm not a man of law.

How long, M. Raven?

Lopez, follow me.

The door...

How do you

usually do?
- The prisoner is allowed to talk.

When he's done, I give
a sign to the executioner.

- When do you know he's done?
- When he's done.

How do you know
he's done?

When
he's not talking anymore.

Great...
OK, listen...

Can you leave us?

Miss Wilford is deaf, Sir.

You want to fuck?

Great.
A deaf nurse and

a retired priest.
- This prison is old.

So let's do this fast.

Get back there and tell
the executioner to do his job

even if he's not done.
- It's out of order.

It's just between us.

There's a witness.
We should let him talk.

I don't have the time
to let him talk.

It's my daughter's birthday.

And she's waiting for me.

Now, let's go and

give your sign.
- And the procedure?

I don't care about it!
I'm the new

Director, I change it.
- Only the Governor can change it.

The Governor...

Get back there.

Governor's office?

The Governor is busy.
What is the problem?

He's telling his life?

You don't stop anything,

especially
in front of a journalist.

I don't care about
your daughter's birthday.

I'm busy too.

I don't know
how long it can last.

I'm a Communication Advisor,
I don't know about the law.

Hold on, I'll check that.
I hope you like Vivaldi.

Stieg loves you, vote for Brodeck,
whether you're young or old!

Take a balloon.

Stieg loves you, vote for Brodeck,
whether you're rich or poor!

Thank you. Thank you.

Stieg loves you, vote for Brodeck,
whether you're ugly or nice.

Very nice.

Is it your real hair?
- Yes, Sir.

- It's nice. Stieg loves you.
- Thank you, Sir.

- Vote for Brodeck.
- OK.

- What is your perfume?
- I don't use any.

It suits you.

- Can I have a balloon?
- Sure! Bob, balloons for...

- Marvin.
- For Marvin.

- Can I have a balloon?
- A balloon for the ugly one.

Can I have a balloon?

And candies?

Sir, I have to leave,
a small matter to settle.

No problem Bob,
I'm in control here.

- I'll be back soon.
- Sure, go ahead.

M. Raven? We need
some time to find an answer.

In the meantime,
no initiative, OK?

The elections are approaching,
the Governor is not popular,

so we don't need
a procedural error scandal.

So, let him talk
and wait for our call, OK?

Good.

And I don't want to rub it in,
but beware of press.

I guess you don't want
to hit the headlines again.

Have a good night.

Raven
hit the headlines?

Yes, six months ago,
because of his wife.

Keep on searching.
I'll be with Brodeck.

Call the prison when you're done.
- OK.

"I'm going to go fishing!"

"I hope I'll catch a big fish!"

Hang your worm

on the hook, and...

Ouch!

Hello?

Who?

Oh, hello Sir.

Yes.

Hold on, I'll check.

Yes, I see it.

OK, I'll tell her.
You can count on me.

Good night, Sir.

Miss Raven?

And when I turned 17, I left home
and I found a job in a theatre.

- As an actor?
- No, as a prompter.

Too bad,
you should have been an actor.

It's better to be
on the ring than below.

At 8,
I wanted to be a boxer.

At 8,
I wanted to be a policeman.

At 8,
I had an execution.

Let him talk
without telling your life.

At the theatre,
there was a comedian, Florence.

I liked her. Sometimes,
she was pretending to have

memory lapses
to let me help her.

Or she was looking at me,
so it was like I was on

the stage.
- Yes, but you were below.

Yeah, I was below.

Her in the light
and me in my hole.

"Madam, under your feet,
in the shadow, a man is there,

who loves you,
lost, the night veils him,

suffering as
a worm in love

with a star.

He would give
his soul if it was

necessary.
- He's dying and you're shinning."

It's too late for Victor Hugo.

Hello?

Good evening, M. Raven.

I'm M. Gayland,
the governor's personal assistant.

I've heard about
your little problem.

I have two important

clarifications
you may find interesting.

- I'm listening.
- First,

the laws indicates,
I quote:

"The guardian responsible
for the execution

orders the executioner
to execute the prisoner

by giving him
a discreet hand signal

a few seconds after
the end of the declaration."

I still don't know
how long he can talk.

Well, if he stops talking
a few seconds,

you can legally consider
he's done and execute him.

"A few seconds"?
How long is it exactly?

It's not specified.

How about 20 seconds?

This man is a chatterbox.
He won't stop for 20 seconds.

- 15 seconds.
- 15 or 20, it's the same.

10.
But I can't go below.

OK, 10 seconds.

Good.
We have an agreement.

Second point:

"In case of technical
or human failure,

the execution can be delayed
as long as necessary,

provided that it takes place
on the day decided by the judge."

"Otherwise, it will be
interrupted at midnight

and postponed to the next day
at the time originally scheduled."

In concrete terms, I quote,
what does this mess mean?

It means that if the prisoner
is still alive at midnight,

you have to postpone
the procedure to tomorrow.

That's it.
Call us when it's done.

And, as Miss Lacroix said,
don't rock the boat.

Good night.

Lopez.

The door...

What is your sign?
- Virgo.

No... Your sign.

What kind of sign do you give
to the executioner?

I discreetly take my hat off

and I discreetly wipe
my brow with my tissue.

Like this.

Discreetly...

Great.

OK, as soon as
the prisoner is quiet,

you count to 10 and
you do your discreet sign.

You know how to count to 10?

Yes Sir,
I used to be a boxer.

Sorry?

The referee...
One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!
- Can you count faster?

No, I count slowly to help
the guy who is down.

It gives him
time to recover.

OK, but not there.

If he stops talking,
you quickly count to 10

and you do
your discreet sign.

He'll recover later.

- OK Sir, but if...
- Don't ask so many questions

Lopez!

If this guy
is still alive at midnight,

we'll have
to do it again tomorrow.

So you go back there
and you do your job,

is that clear?
- Yes, Sir.

I liked this job.
At the end, I knew every role.

What are you doing here?

My legs hurt when
I'm standing too long,

M. Raven.

Come back here.
You can't stay there.

I prefer staying

seated.

I'm like

the paralytic.
- So arise and walk, fuck!

Should I speak Latin?

Take your seat back.

Are you OK?
You're having fun?

Can I seat here?

Lopez, the door.

Go ahead, Lamers.
End of the intermission.

One night,

Florence invited me. It was
the first time for me with a girl.

I was feeling good.

We kissed and...

she got undressed.
- You want to know more?

More than ever.

There's not much more.

I wanted it to last one life
but it lasted one hour.

She told me to get back home
and to not tell anybody.

That she would deny it anyway.

She was disgusted by me too.

One... Two... Three...

Four... Five...

After that,

there were no more smiles,

no more memory lapses.

No more nothing.

The more time passed,

the more she hated me.

It was like
I wasn't there anymore.

Like I was nothing.
Like I was emptiness.

I couldn't stand that.

Madam, I'm dying.

I ate poison.

Poison?
God, I'm the one who killed him!

Ruy Blas...
- Thank you.

It is said that we all have
a guardian angel

which prevent us
from mistakes.

Well, on that day,
mine went to piss.

End of the story.

Come on.

One... Two... Three...

Four... Five... Six...

Seven... Eight...

Nine... Ten.

An angel can't piss.

Angels don't have a sex.

That's what they say,
but I don't know for sure.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm listening the story.

How did you get in?
- A guardian

came to the car
and told me you were

late. So he let me come in.
- He just let you come in?

- Well, yes.
- He didn't ask for anything?

- A piece of cake.
- Cake? I can't believe it.

Who wants some?

Why not.

No! Nobody wants cake!

It's an execution, not a show!

Sarah, you can't stay here.

- I want to know the story.
- The story is over.

Get back to the car.

- I'm thirsty.
- You'll drink after. Lopez.

Come on...

The execution is cancelled
and postponed to tomorrow.

Stay seated until
someone comes get you.

I said "seated".

Lopez...

- Yes, Sir.
- Bring this outside.

Muck-raker.

Say hello to your wife.

They don't answer.

You told him to call back?
- Yes.

I'm pretty sure it's done.
He must be in bed now.

Civil servant...

I don't know
what we should do.

I guess M. Lopez
will be back soon.

Are you OK?

I'm thirsty.

It's not water.

But it's blessed.

I'll ask Miss Wilford
to walk me to the door.

That's it.

I'm exhausted.

OK... See you tomorrow.

Why did anybody come
to your execution?

Why did anybody

come to your birthday?

There will be others.

- What are you doing?
- I'm unwrapping my present.

It's not a good idea.

I don't care.

No...

You should go now.

I like your story.

I like the way you tell it.
I want to be part of it.

Those who are part of it died.
Would you like me to kill you?

No. I just would like
to be part of it. That's all.

Why?

To exist in
a different story than mine.

Go away.

I'm part of your story now.

And I'm still alive.

"A sentenced to death
plays the role of his life.

As he should have died,
William Lamers finds

a failure
in the judicial system."

They all talk about that today.

Is that good or not?
What does the polling tell?

Not that good: 21 %.

So?

- Excellent swing, Sir.
- It smells like "Eagle"!

It smells like "Eagle"!

21 %, it's better than last week.
- No Sir, it's not as good.

Gautier said if he's Governor,
this kind of things won't happen.

- Who's Gautier?
- John John Gautier, your opponent.

Oh yeah, Gautier,
my opponent... Hello!

Hello Governor.

Stieg loves you!

Vote for Brodeck!

21 %...

Your polls
tell anything Elisabeth.

100 % of these people
will vote for me.

- All the people don't play golf.
- Too bad, it's good for health.

So, should I execute him?

You can't decide this.
Lamers has the right to talk.

Let's change the law.

It's not possible,
not before the elections.

- So we must let him talk?
- We have no choice.

A sentenced to death...

He's saving his life
telling his story, it's...

- Sheherazade.
- What?

The "Thousand
and One Nights" tale.

It's about a king who swore
he'd marry a virgin every day

and kill her in the morning.

So Sheherazade asks the
permission to tell him a story.

As the story
never ended before sunrise,

and as the king
wanted to know the end,

he let her live
for thousand and one nights.

- What's the relation with me?
- The electors are like this king.

They like stories.
So, give them stories.

- What story?
- William Lamers' story,

the sentenced to death
who talks to save his life.

If we can't stop him from talking,
we could stage his execution,

offer it to the people and
increase your popularity ratings.

Bob is right, it could work.

We contact the medias

and feed the electors with Lamers
until he's their daily bread.

- For 1 000 and one nights?
- 30 days, until the elections.

- Then we'll execute him?
- It won't be very important.

Bob, in "Charade" tale,

does the king execute her?

No,
he has a baby with her.

I'd rather execute him.

Well...

- Go Bob!
- OK, Sir.

I don't care about the elections.
It's a prison, not a TV set!

Don't get angry,
the Governor took his decision.

I will change his mind.

The Governor can't come,
he's working.

Oh really, he's working...
- Yes,

he's repeating
his speech for tonight.

Are you going
to show the execution?

It's the best.

- Who are you?
- Godwin.

Leonhardt Godwin, the producer
of the show. Call me God.

Fine, God.
If you're interested by Lamers'

death, go film his execution
in a stadium and have

people pay for their seat.
- The execution room

is perfect.

The audience will love it.
And you'll become famous.

- I'll become famous?
- Yes, you'll play your own role.

- What?
- The priest,

the guardian, the nurse
and of course the prisoner.

- See this with Lamers.
- What's this bullshit?

I won't play in your show!

- We can blur your face.
- You want me to blur your face?

Call me God!

- Fuck you, God.
- M. Raven,

I'm doing
what the Governor say.

So you will do
what the Governor

say, even if you don't want to.
- Miss Lacroix is right.

you have no choice, M. Raven.

If I can give you
any advice,

when you'll be on the screen,
try to watch your language

and to smile.
You'll look nicer,

more human.

Now listen to me,

Bob...

I sent more 30 guys

to hell or to heaven.
And you know what?

It never made me smile.
This is human.

So let me work and
have the face I want, OK?

I'll give you five minutes
to convince Lamers.

If he's OK,
I'll play the game.

If he's not OK,
you'll leave.

Miss Raven!

You come here

every day now.
- My dad doesn't

want me to stay home alone.

- Are you going to stay with us?
- Yes.

You can wait in my house,
it's very close.

My dad already found me
a baby-sitter.

Oh, Louis.

What a man...

He's the former executioner
of the prison.

Only one execution.

He cried for two days.

Then,
he refused to eat and...

he tried

to commit suicide.

Well, It's been a long time since
it was that crowded here.

My name is
Elisabeth Lacroix.

I'm Governor Brodeck's
Communication Advisor.

And this is Robert Gayland,
his personal assistant.

- Who's him?
- Leonhardt Godwin, TV producer.

Hey son, call me God.

- Why is he here?
- The Governor heard

about your performance
and think a lot of people

would like to see this live.
- My execution?

Not your execution.
Your executions.

"My executions"?

If you do again what you did,

you'll save your life again.
- Can you picture it, son?

If you talk from 8:00 to 0:00,
you can come back the next day.

You'll be executed in 30 days,
after the elections.

And in the meantime?
We'll do temporary executions?

No,

every night,
the procedure will be respected.

The needle, the poison,
it's real. But you don't die.

The law is on your side.

You can talk for years.
- Change the law and get rid of me.

It's not that simple.

The law can't be changed during
the last 2 months of the mandate.

This is the last month, we can't
do anything before the elections.

But don't worry, as soon as
he's elected, we'll kill you.

You'll be executed.

- But more slowly.
- In episodes.

So, if you want to live, talk.
If you want to die,

stay quiet.

"If he talks, he'll live
if he doesn't, he'll die",

that's very good.

I love the concept. This is
the "Dead man talking show".

The dead man talking. Fantastic.
- I'm not sure

the audience will like it.
- Death will

captivate the audience, son.

We'll increase the pressure
every night for one month.

And bang, last episode:
the apotheosis.

What do you say?

What's the goal for me?

With a syringe in my arm
every day for a guy who

doesn't want to kill me?
- It's a reprieve.

And you decide the duration.

- And then, I'll die.
- You're already dead.

Really?
So, why are you here?

3 people to negotiate
with a dead man, it's a lot.

It's not a negotiation,
it's an offer.

Here is mine:

ask Brodeck to free me
if he's elected.

And I will push a syringe
in my arm for one month

and sing his praises

24 hours a day.

You've been sentenced
to death. He can't free you.

Well, enjoy the show.
It'll be the last one.

If you accept,

you'll be more watched
than Neil Armstrong

on the moon.
- Not interested.

M. Lamers, do you know
what I see looking at you?

I see emptiness.

This allowed you to get
one more night and have

this talk with us.

So, you agree to do this
and you try to become somebody

or you refuse to do it
and you stay an empty man.

That's because you're on
the right side that you feel safe.

Hey son,
you wouldn't hurt a woman...

In the city's cemetery
where we used to live,

there were some prisoners
my dad had executed.

Sometimes, I was going to talk
to them, seated on their tomb.

What did you tell them?

I used to
apologize for my dad.

I used to think that
when he'd die,

the ones who he executed
would like to take revenge.

- You were scared for him?
- Yes, that's why I talked to them.

To have them leaving him alone
when he'd be in hell.

Why would your father
go to hell?

I don't know.

This is where you go
when you kill people, isn't it?

You really think that?

There are dozens
of murderers, Miss Raven,

here, below our feet.

And I don't think
any of them is in hell right now.

You just need someone
to love you, here below,

and the Kingdom of God
belongs to you.

Do you think
someone loves these people?

Yes, me.

- And you like William too?
- Of course.

But I liked him
before I knew him.

It's my profession.

And you love him
because you met him.

Is it better?

Definitely.

My dear electors, good evening.

I am Stieg Brodeck,
your Governor!

A man, a criminal,
must be executed tonight.

Good! Will say some.

Serves you right!
Will say the others.

At this time, this man

should be already dead.

So why is he still alive?

Because he's going
to escape justice? No!

Here,
nobody escape justice!

Because I'm weak?
No, I'm not weak.

I'm Stieg Brodeck.

Because I'm an idiot?

No, I'm not an idiot,
I'm a Governor.

This man is still alive because
law has to be respected

before we can change it.
Don't worry,

this criminal
will be executed.

Tonight, tomorrow or
another day. I promise you.

But before waiting to be dead,
this man is still alive.

So we must consider
this dead as alive.

If you understand that,
then you are clever men.

If you are clever men,
then you will vote for me.

And when I say "men",
I also mean "women", of course,

and all the foreigners
who have the right to vote.

Stieg loves you,
vote for Brodeck.

Very good, Sir, very good.

William Pascal Lamers,
you've been found guilty

of a homicide and sentenced
to poison to death.

Would you like to say anything?

Come on, Lamers.

Go ahead, son.
They're all watching you.

It was someone's birthday

yesterday.

Nobody gave her a hug.

No friends, no party, nothing.

I don't know if this will replace
the presents she didn't get,

but I'd like to tell her
she's part of my story now.

I was seven when I had a
birthday party for the last time.

My brother offered me
a cowboy disguise.

I was pulling
a wheelbarrow,

pretending it was
my diligence. And him,

shirtless on his moped,
was an Indian on his horse.

- What do you want to be?
- Like you.

- I want to be a magician.
- Me too.

You want to be
a magician too?

- How did you do that?
- It's magic.

What?

You want to try?

- Are you going to smoke now?
- Well, yes.

- You're going to die!
- No, I won't die soon.

Get out, fucking kid!

You...

Get out of here!

Come on, to the house!

William, come!

William!

"William Lamers,
the famous unknown."

"William, the prompter
gets out of his hole."

"Dead man talking",

"from the shadow of his cell
to the light of glory".

The machine is in motion.
- What about the numbers?

Excellent.
According to the office,

34 % of people
will now vote for you.

34 %, it's good!

What about Gautier?
- 66 %.

It's better.

Another one!

I'm really lucky today!

Congratulations, Sir,
nice catch.

Go ahead Bob,

reload it.

I'll empty this lake.

Ah Bob...

I win at golf, I win at fishing,
I want to win the elections.

You will. You'll get
more voices with the show.

But if Lamers becomes an idol,
people will hate me.

No, you promised an execution
so give them one.

Don't worry,
people always kill

their idols.
- Like Jesus.

Hip, hip, hooray
and bang,

on the cross!

Look Bob!

Another one!

Unbelievable!
It's like I'm attracting them!

"Trout farming"

"Dead man talking",

"from the shadow of his cell
to the light of glory". Wow...

That's a good title.

Hey, look.

You received all this.

People left these letters this
morning. They all talk about you.

Would you mind giving me

an autograph?
- An autograph?

For my wife.

She already
has some autographs.

They're all from boxers,
but I'm sure she'll like yours.

You'll be
her first comedian.

Her name is

Maria.

Make a dirty joke,
she likes that.

Like...
"Hey Maria, I'm muscular,

everything is muscular on me.
Want to check?"

It's funny, isn't it?

- Yeah, that's funny.
- A boxer wrote this.

"Hey Maria, I'm muscular,
everything is muscular on me.

Want to check?"

- There you go.
- Thank you.

"Hey Maria, I hope I'll see you
after my execution,

because I'll be hard as a rock."

Oh! Oh yes! OK!

"I'll be hard as a rock!

That's a good one!

She will love it!

Sex is funny for Maria
and at home, we laugh a lot!

Trust me!
- I trust you.

What's so funny, Lopez?

You get it?

It's funny, isn't it?

Yes, it's funny.

You should ask one for
your wife, she will love it.

Sure.
She died six months ago.

It will take her mind off death.
- I'm... I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Put this box back in its cell
and wait for me.

Fine, Sir.

Is there a problem?

It depends.

I've found this today.

You search
in your daughter's pockets?

No need to, it was on the table.
She wanted me to see it.

What happened?

Nothing.

She untied you, it's not nothing.

I'm ready.

That's good, Lopez.
You can leave us.

Do you want one?

No, smoking kills...

I took her in my arms.

That's what happened.

I told myself that
if you'd take her in your arms,

she wouldn't
have come in mine.

Her mother
was a photographer.

It was a way for her
to meet people and she did.

Her last conquest was
a kind of a rich painter.

The guy could piss
on a canvas, sign it, sell it

and buy a house
with the profits.

Six months ago,
he had a party at home

to present his new collection
to the press and a favoured few.

My wife was invited. Not me.

She took a cab to go there

and she came back
in a hearse.

It was a high-society reception,
with Champagne and caviar.

After a few glasses,

my wife and her painter
felt like they wanted to have fun.

So they got laid in the garden
where nobody could see them.

Nobody, except...

the two Doberman who didn't
know the difference between

an attack and a shag.

My wife liked...
to be on the top.

Maybe the guy
made weird noises.

The dogs thought
their master was in danger

and they attacked her.

I hope she had
the time to have fun,

because the dogs left her
no opportunity to live.

The photographers
enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

The next day, her body
was splashed over the papers.

And...
muck-rakers started to...

prowl around my place.

I sent one of them to hospital,
in a serious state.

Trial, suspension, transfer
and that's how

my daughter and I
ended up in this hellhole.

So, I'm not
the best father in the world,

but I'm
the only one she has.

I didn't want this child.

But now that
her mother is dead,

I realize
how much I love her.

Don't wait too long to tell her.

Imagine...

You're stuck on the roof
of a burning building.

In front of you, emptiness.
Behind you, flames.

What do you do?

You stay and you burn
or you jump and you crash?

They offered me to jump,

because they say
you're interested in my fall.

I'm more sure that
you're interested in my crash.

The difference between
the guy who jumps and me,

is that his fall lasts 3 seconds.
Mine could last 30 days.

So, what should I do?

Should I jump?
Or should I stay and burn?

My name is
William Pascal Lamers.

I'm the guy who jumps from
the roof to not die burned.

Congrats.

- Nice gesture.
- Thank you.

My dad taught me that.

We should do a duel, Bob.
I'm sure I would beat you.

No doubt, Sir.

I'd like to propose
a toast to Elisabeth,

her charm, her intelligence
and her efficiency.

- Thank you Governor.
- And to you Bob.

For your imagination,
your fidelity

and your excellent
foot massages.

Thank you, Sir.

- To your 60 %!
- It still can increase.

- To your victory!
- Yes, to my victory!

And to Gautier's defeat.

Governor's office?

Are you sure?

Good, see you later.

We have a problem.

- Who was it?
- Godwin.

Gautier is going
to make a statement

after the show.
- To say what?

He's going to pardon

Lamers if he's elected.
- To pardon him?

Shit!

Can he do that, Bob?

- If he's elected, yes.
- I can pardon him too.

No. We won't change everything
the day before the vote.

We must
get rid of Lamers

tonight.
- What?

We have no other choice.

If he dies,
Gautier can't pardon him.

A dead man

can't be pardoned.

Well,
if he wants to talk, he will.

I know, but if Gautier
makes his statement,

nobody knows
how the voters will react.

We must move first

and get rid of Lamers.

- We can give him money.
- He won't be interested, Sir.

- A large sum...
- Not even, Sir.

Elisabeth,
what should we do?

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Can I help you?

Ah, M. Lopez,
I'm Elisabeth Lacroix,

the Governor's assistant.
- I know who you are.

What are you doing here?
- Can we talk

a bit?
- I've got to go to work.

5 minutes, that's all.

M. Lopez,
first I'd like to be sure

I can count on your discretion.
- Why?

If the Governor

knows I'm here,
I can be in trouble.

It has to stay between us.

OK?

It's about William.
You know the Governor said

he will execute him.
- I know.

He changed his mind.

I shouldn't

tell you, but unfortunately,
he wants to pardon William

as soon as
he will be re-elected.

I don't understand.
Why did you say

"unfortunately"?

He said that death is
too sweet for him and that

he needs to rot in jail.
I hope you don't agree with him.

No...

But... being pardoned
is a good thing.

So you agree with him?

No, no...

But... staying alive
is better than die.

What do you call "live"?

Being forced to live
his last days

in prison?
Alone? Like a dog?

That's what

you call "live"?
- No.

That's what William
is going to get.

If he's still alive after tonight,
he'll stay in jail for ever.

Why don't you tell your boss
to execute him, like he said?

I tried,
but he took his decision.

The only way to save
William is to execute

him before the elections.

Today.

Is there a problem?

No.

I'm fine.

Did William write this?
- Yes.

"Hey Maria..."

Maria?
Maria is your wife, is she?

Yes.

"...because I'll be

hard as a rock."
That's funny.

Yes, she likes
this kind of jokes.

Is that her on the picture?
- Yes.

She looks like
she likes jokes.

Yes Madam,
she likes jokes.

She enjoys life.

Yes Madam, she does.

- You're lucky.
- Yes.

Go ahead, Julius.

Your wife needs you.

Thank you Madam.

Get back in,
you shouldn't be here!

You know what it is
to be locked in.

- Get back in!
- To be alone, doomed...

- Go away.
- Is it what you want

for William?
- Go away!

Go away!

Go away! Go away!
Go away! Go away!

Go away! Go away!

Go away! Go away!

Go away...

Go away.

Go away.

William needs you, Julius.

I can't do
anything for him, Madam.

I don't want him to be locked
for ever, but I can't help him.

There might be
something you can do for him.

Sorry.

One day, I'll give a sign to the
executioner. I'm sorry for that.

Don't say sorry.

You're just doing your job.
- Yes. But now, it's hard.

I am accustomed to you.

Don't worry,

you'll be OK without me.
- Would you like

to be pardoned?

I would like to eat in peace.

If you have problems
of conscience, untie me,

hide me in your trunk
and bring me away from here.

I can't do this,
I'm a guardian.

So, be a guardian
and I'll be the prisoner.

The roles are clear.
- I don't like my role.

You want mine?

This is your fault.

What?

If you didn't kill these people,
I wouldn't have to give the sign.

You should have died
on the first night.

Go away Lopez,
you're saying bullshit.

You're the one
who say bullshit.

M. Raven was right.
We should have got rid of you

right away.

People come
to listen to you,

but all this...

is fake, it's bullshit.

Every day,
we have to execute you.

Every day,
we pretend to do it.

You pretend Lopez, not me.

Look at me... Look at me!

Do I look like I pretend?
And this?

Is this pretending?

Look at it.
Look at my arm!

I talk for four hours
every night,

with a fucking needle
sunk into the veins.

Do you know
how many seconds it is?

No, you don't know.
You only can count to 10.

I'm not pretending.

Do you think the people
would come if I was pretending?

I don't care if they love me
or not. They're there, that's all.

They're real, these letters
are real, I am real!

Look at me.
Look at me, fuck, I am real!

I'm not nothing,
I'm not emptiness.

I'm something.
I'm someone, I'm alive!

I'm their best friend,
their worst enemy,

I'm the dead man talking!
I'm going to walk on the moon!

I'm William Pascal Lamers

and I fuck you,
Julius "nothing at all" Lopez!

I'm not pretending.
So, do the same.

At the right moment, count to 10
and give your fucking sign

as you learned to do it.

And don't say sorry
to relieve your conscience,

like you'd piss
on the side of the road.

Now, I'd like to finish my diner,
so leave me alone.

The unfortunate accident
suffered by William

is due to Governor
Brodeck's incompetence.

It's time now to focus on
a future full of hope and justice.

I am that hope.
I am that justice.

I am John John Gautier!

If William gets through this
and if you vote for me,

I promise to pardon him!

John John loves you.
Vote for Gautier.

Now let's pray for William.

If Raven didn't move,
it would be set.

What do we do now?

You heard Gautier.
We pray for William.

- For his survival?
- No, for his death.

- So?
- He's fine. He's sleeping.

It's late. You can
go back home if you want.

I don't mind staying here.

I'll leave tomorrow,
when Lopez will be back.

He won't come back.

Lopez will never come back.

My daughter is here.
She asked me if she could come.

It's weird.

30 days ago,
your daughter saved my life.

Tonight, it's you.

And tomorrow,
it could be Gautier.

He said he will
pardon you if he's elected.

Do you think he can win?

- It's possible.
- And you?

Who are you going
to vote for?

You tell me.

- What time is it?
- 11:00.

It gives us one hour.

To do what?

The last act.

Hello?

It was Raven.

Lamers is in the execution room.
- What?

The procedure is still running.

Lamers must be aware
of Gautier's intentions.

He'll ask people to vote for him.
We got to go there.

Sir, we're leaving.
- Can you go without me? It's late.

Let's go.

Are you OK, son?

Glad, you're all right.
You scared us.

You see God,
I didn't abandon you.

So what do we do?
Should we go?

Thank you, son.

William Pascal Lamers,
you've been found guilty

of a homicide
and sentenced

to poison to death.
Would you like to say anything?

Someone has a cigarette?

Can I have one too?

Me too.

Thank you.

Lamers, stop this,
we have to talk.

Go ahead,
we're all listening.

I have to talk to you
in private. Now.

I don't know what you're doing
but I've good news:

the Governor will
free you if he's elected.

He will make a statement
when you'll be done.

I don't know how,
but these people listen to you.

So, tell them to vote for Brodeck
and in a few minutes, you're free.

Now, if you want to tell them
to vote for Gautier, go ahead.

Brodeck will lose the elections,
but you will rot in prison.

Otherwise, be convincing.

Stieg loves you.
Make them vote for Brodeck.

All right...

On stage.

You judged me.

You condemned me.

You enchained me,
you locked me in.

Yesterday,
you wanted to execute me.

Today,
you want to pardon me.

But did you ever wonder
what I wanted?

Freedom Lamers, freedom.

- Freedom.
- That's it, perfect.

Get ready, Sir.

Yeah... Being free.

I want to get out of here.

Walk in the fields,

lay down on the grass,
gather fruits,

walk, run,
open my arms and fly.

- What is he saying?
- I want to glide above oceans,

plunge in,
fight against sharks,

get rest in wrecks...

I'd like to be a child.

to become an Indian again,
to be a pirate,

to invent the time-machine,
to become invisible,

to be friend with a dragon,

to talk to animals,

to read people's minds

and change everything
I touch in gold.

Resuscitate my brother,
know my father, have a mother.

Seduce a woman.

Look at her in the eyes

and tell her I love you
without having her laughing.

Have children... Three girls.

Know they are happy.

And die...

with them by my side,

and hear them saying:
"You're a good man, Dad."

That's what I would like.

I had so many dreams.

Nothing is accomplished.

30 days ago,

they said I'll be more watched
than Armstrong on the moon.

The truth is I really
don't care who's watching.

All that I want is to walk on it.

Go ahead, give your sign.

What?

I'm ready.

Not me, please.

What are they doing?

They're going to do it!

Tell them to vote

for Brodeck!
- They're not happy to see you go.

Brodeck!

It's going to be hard
to go voting tomorrow.

M. Raven said it's going
to be hard to go voting tomorrow.

If you don't know
who to choose...

Tell them
to vote for Brodeck!

Vote for him.

Have you lost
your mind, Lamers?

Karl loves you, vote for Raven.

Yeah, vote for Raven!

Raven! Raven!
Raven! Raven! Raven!

No!

You let her watch?

She decides.

When you'll meet God,

tell him your story.

He will like it.

Doesn't he know it?

He does, of course.

But he'll like
the way you tell it.

See you soon.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

A message
for my daughter?

Yes,
tell her I kiss her.

A message for your wife?

Yes,
tell her I fuck her.

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