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I would like to explain my actions to him.

Because when I killed Marc, I was not in my normal state.

-How so ?

Pardon.

Please continue.

-I do not remember what I was saying.

-You said that you were under the influence.

-Yeah.

I was drunk.

He too had been drinking.

And...

-You have alcohol problems both ?

-Yes.

- It happens. - Mmh.

-And like

we never saw each other again, I couldn't tell him,

with all my head, with clear ideas,

what had happened.

And I apologize.

We both lost a lot.

-Your feeling,

it's that you lost as much as her?

-No, no, of course, sorry.

She lost her son because of me, I will never forgive myself.

But I lost too.

I lost my partner. My daughter lost her father.

I do not even know if I'm going to get my daughter back.

It is not easy.

- Of course, I understand. - Ah good ?

You understand ?

Really ?

Sorry, I interrupted you.

But it's not terrible.

Sighs

Michel, you don't understand

what she experienced.

Nobody can. You can try

to imagine it, that's all. - Yes I know.

She looked so bad, I wanted to support her.

-Do it while listening to it,

This is what you will do best.

How did you feel?

General sigh -I...

Laugh

Oh, it was hard.

-Yeah ?

- I did something stupid. - Me,

I had trouble listening. I was stressed.

-It wasn't smooth, we were cut off.

-You cut him

speech, above all. Yes.

His silences were not respected.

Too many comments, Michel.

-Yes.

-Many closed questions. Too many suggestions, Fanny.

Too much judgment. - Me I...

I didn't think I was being judged.

I tried to titillate her, to pull the worms out of his nose.

-You have to give up

this goal. Pulling worms is not your job.

You're not a lawyer, you're not a cop.

You are no longer a CPIP, you have to get out of your usual posture.

You must be you.

What you offer to these people,

it's the opposite of what is always offered.

We don't speak for them.

We are not suggesting anything, we don't try to transform them.

We listen, we welcome, unconditionally.

You don't know what they are nor what they should do, hmm?

Convince yourself or look elsewhere.

If you leave them

think, they will.

Otherwise they will say what they always said.

And silence what they have always silenced. You take up too much space.

Laughter Give them room.

... You don't know this person.

Let her teach you.

- Mmh. - Follow her without judgment, without diagnosis.

Airplane mode ! So ! Did you feel well listened to?

Hmm? - Yes.

-Uh no. No. ...

You felt welcomed, respected,

considered, it's already good.

But you didn't feel listened to.

Forgive me, I'm harsh, but it's too important.

You have to understand that.

Absolutely understand it.

Restorative justice, it’s a combat sport.

Melancholic music

...

- Hi. - How are you ?

Come on.

Sigh Roll on, my little hen.

Did you cut your hair? - Yes, it was Martine who made me

a little refreshment. - It's good.

A little longer, It suits you too.

Laughter

You're always good.

Doors

It locks.

-We're going to be fair for the next appointment.

I had planned to be late, but...

-Must take no more room in prison.

Unlocking

- Good morning. - Good morning.

-Good morning.

-Well...

We're going to introduce ourselves. I am Fanny.

I am CPIP and trained facilitator to restorative justice.

-Me, it’s Michel.

I am retired from national education.

I am a victim assistance volunteer

and trained facilitator to restorative justice.

How are you ?

How is it going at the moment?

-The big love.

-Uh, that would be great

that you tell us a few words about you.

-My name is Nassim.

I am 29 years old.

-All right. Embarrassed laughter

Thank you, Nassim, and...

Could you explain to us how

you knew restorative justice?

-My advisor told me about it.

-What did you understand?

Retained?

-Victims meet detainees?

- Yes that's it. - Mmh.

-It is a device that offers a possibility of meeting

between people perpetrators

and victims around the same typology of crimes,

in this case, here, violent thefts.

-The judge knows?

-He knows who is signing up in this process,

but what is said there remains confidential.

-It feels good to do that, right?

He likes the judge. There is my audience

Soon.

-We can't tell you too much.

-It is based on volunteering.

And free. It doesn't cost you anything,

but there is no no quid pro quo either.

It does not lead sentence reduction or nothing.

- What's the point, then? - To trade.

- Mmh. - Um, you can

To ask questions.

Tell what you experienced, how you experienced it.

-I have told many times what I have done.

I don't want to go back.

I want to go to the future.

-The future ?

How do you see it?

*- I had the impression that thanks to this uncle,

*I was getting back on track.

Vibrator *I was getting back on track.

... *And indeed, it continued...

-Hello ?

How are you ?

Yeah, it's been a thousand years.

It's nice to hear from you.

No, I'm making a pie. I have a party tonight.

And you ?

Hmm.

*Radio in the background

*...

Sigh

...

...

...

Hubbub Dramatic music

... ...

...

-Hello, I'm Michel, of the victims' assistance association.

...

I call you, because you are in our base.

Yes, five years ago, in a row

of a robbery.

You asked for help.

-I would like to see my brother again.

But I don't want to see him again in a coffee shop...

I do not know where he is, but he came back to live here.

My cousin warned me.

And I want...

I don't want to run into him by chance.

I want to see him so as not to come across him by chance.

He had a measure

of distance. Now this is no longer the case.

And I can't stop him from...

come back and live here.

Nor to frequent certain places.

That's it, we need to agree on things.

- Things ? - Well...

When does he go to the cemetery?

At the movie theater.

At the swimming pool. - Mmh.

-That's the minimum.

And some coffee shops, maybe.

Some restaurants.

What days, what times.

I don't know how you organize...

That. - To begin with,

we will clarify your expectations.

Afterwards, I will take your request to...

What do we call it?

-I don't know.

Like you want.

- Her name ? -Benjamin.

Delarme.

-Mr. Delarme?

-OK.

-So I will carry your request to Mr. Delarme.

If he agrees for the mediation process,

I will see each of you, alone,

every two weeks during six months.

We can add other interviews depending on necessity.

- How will you contact him? - I can pass

by the SPIP, who had to take care of him.

Unless you have a number or an address.

-I have nothing left.

But I know someone who has his number.

I can ask. - If you know

who has his number, we can go through this person.

For the first contact with Mr. Delarme.

So that it's not brutal.

-Yeah.

But it can't be her. I don't trust her.

-All right.

-So, what do we start with?

- Like you want. - You have

need to know all the facts?

-Tell me what you think

that I must hear to support you in your approach.

-Okay, well, I'll get started.

It's going to be a bit long.

-Take your time.

-Uh...

I was sexually assaulted and raped by my older brother.

From the age of seven. He was thirteen years old.

He tried to sodomize me when I was twelve.

It hurt me, I screamed.

He didn't manage to get back.

And then he stopped.

I didn't tell anyone.

My parents are divorced, I wanted to live with my father.

My mother stayed with my brother. My half-brother.

I grew up.

I started having friends. It was a bit complicated.

When I was 17, I told everything to my boyfriend at the time.

And to my family.

Apart from my maternal grandmother, they believed me.

She wanted to convince me not to file a complaint. I did it.

There was a trial, he admitted the facts.

But he said he didn't know that I didn't want.

That he wasn't mature enough to understand what he was doing.

I still don't know if he said that to save himself or if he thought so.

In short, he was convicted of rape, attempted rape, etc.

He served three years in prison and then he went to live elsewhere.

And we never saw each other again.

That was twelve years ago.

Light hubbub

...

She hits.

- Judith... - I'm not available,

I did an interview, I have to grade it. - OK.

-THANKS.

...

-At my first trial, I took 15 years.

At my second trial, on appeal, another 15 years.

And at the last, ten years.

I started to think.

I wasn't the same anymore, the judge saw.

I didn't understand why I took so much.

There was no death, injured or something.

The victims said anything.

They confused everyone. Says I did this and that.

They couldn't recognize me, in truth.

-How do you think the victims experienced the events?

-I don't know.

I wanted to tell them... "So,

"I did something stupid, I'm going to prison, normal.

“And you, well, that’s it, it’s over.

"Take your money and go, enjoy!

“You’re frozen. You have to move forward!”

I don't understand why

They can't get over it. I tell the truth.

I don't understand, actually.

-Good morning.

-Between.

Sigh

- I brought you some macaroons. - No thanks.

It's too sweet.

Does coffee suit you?

-Perfect. Door

-What do you want from him?

Didn't he have enough problems?

The trial was so hard for him. He lost everything.

His job, his fiancée, his friends.

He didn't get over it.

-I'm not going to bother him.

It's far away now, it's... It's the past.

-Mmm.

-It's pretty, new tiles in the kitchen.

-It's not at all new.

It's at least ten years old.

Hold.

...

-Bitch!

Big bitch!

Damn, what a bitch!

What a big slut!

These are shitty macaroons that I should have given him.

Hey, don't worry. It's not sweet, it's crap.

Are you going to see him?

- If he accepts, yes. - You go

tell him what? - I will carry your request.

Stated precisely, with your own words.

-Ah, I have macaroons.

You want some ? - No thanks.

-They are not sweet.

-Good, with pleasure.

After.

Submitting a request means come back with an answer.

For you to receive an answer.

If he accepts, how will you react?

-I'll be relieved, I imagine.

Because suddenly, we can sort all that out.

I will be less afraid to meet him all the time.

But maybe not.

Maybe I will be very scared.

I'm going to become totally insomniac. Well, more than usual.

But if he refuses, it will be worse, I think, in terms of stress.

I won't get any more sleep.

-Will you find more sleep?

-Yeah.

When he stopped, it took me a year before sleeping again for a full night.

I did not know that it stopped for good.

I was waiting for it to start again. It always started again.

-When you talk about fear, what exactly do you mean?

-I'm not afraid

to see it, in the sense that he attacks me.

I'm not afraid of him, actually.

I'm just afraid of...

I don't know.

-This dialogue you want open with Mr. Delarme

does not have to take the form of a face-to-face meeting.

There is

other ways of dialoguing. Telephone, exchange of letters,

videoconferencing...

-No, but I want to see him.

It is important.

-Why is this important to you?

-I don't know.

I feel like I have to.

-Yes, hello, my name is Judith.

I am a lawyer at the association assistance to victims.

And trained mediator to restorative justice.

Am I bothering you ? Is this a good time to talk?

Well, Ms. Chloé Delarme contacted us.

She launched an initiative restorative mediation

last October 8.

She would like to have the opportunity to exchange with you,

in order to agree on organizational points

to make your daily life easier within the same city,

without crossing paths with you.

Sir ?

Sorry, I couldn't hear you anymore.

-Why do victims want this?

-What do you think about it?

Why do you think they come?

-To see if we regret it.

For...

not accuse us, but...

tell us that we are guilty.

-How would it feel to hear that?

-That I am guilty?

Well, it's true.

-There are victims who are angry.

If they speak to you a little harshly, How do you think you would react?

If they tell you:

"Yes, what you did was...

"it's not... It doesn’t happen, though!”

-You have no respect for others and human life.

You are selfish, cowardly. You act beautiful, but you are not

not even men. - That's it.

You... You don't enough attention to others.

It's a shame, though.

-You didn't pay enough.

You had the choice, not me.

You're going out, I took life sentence.

It's for life.

- They can. I have nothing to answer. - Maybe

that you won't hear that.

- No, of course. - But it can happen.

We want you to be prepared for it.

Thursday, you will have the energy

for an interview after your salsa?

There is a possible niche for Mrs. Benoît

between 7:30 p.m. and 8:30 p.m.

So I'll drop you off at salsa, I am waiting for you,

and then, hop!

-You're tough there. My boyfriend is going to kill me.

Does she say anything, Martine?

Me, he's fed up.

Mysterious music

...

- Mr. Delarme? - Yes.

-Judith.

-Delighted.

...

*- Can you hear me well? - Very.

*- I met Benjamin, the big brother of my victim, Chloé.

-I'm listening to you.

*-He agrees to enter in the process.

*Even if

it's a shock that she doesn't want to meet him anymore.

He wants to understand why.

And also why she filed a complaint.

It hurt him.

He didn't know she didn't want to, she never said no.

He says he never forced her and that he too was

*a child at the time. He hadn't realized

*that it could be serious.

*Today, he lives with his girlfriend, a young woman from the West Indies.

They want a child.

They have a professional project together.

I continue.

-Uh... overwhelming.

-Shriveled.

-Anything !

Shrunken? No, but not only it doesn't fit,

but we are looking for a present participle.

Do you understand the principle of crosswords?

-Yes, it fits. Oh, still!

Ra-ta... - Tin.

Laugh

-It doesn't fit!

-THANK YOU.

-Ah, that's not true, it's a scourge,

these popcorns.

Michael...

You are truly an exceptional being.

Are you aware of it? - Quite.

-Do you think that you make love well?

-You have to ask Martine. But I think I'm defending myself.

-I'm sure.

-Should I take the chair?

- Judith! - Sit down.

Sigh -What are you drinking ?

-A glass of wine.

White.

-A glass... sorry... of white wine, Please.

Phone

-He's my guy. I told him not to wait for me.

-Are you still okay?

-Mmm.

- He pisses us off. - No, then...

even without that, I can't go straight back, I need an airlock.

Thank you sir.

-Have you seen the brother?

-Yes, it's true, then?

-Listen, it's okay.

It's tricky, but it worked.

-You didn't have tense toes?

-I don’t think so, why?

-Me, I have trouble with sexual attackers.

Stealers, murderers are good.

I manage, I can get along with them.

As for the rapists...

I don't know if I could do restorative justice with them.

-I'll be careful next time.

-Yours.

- Cheers. - Tchin.

-Ours, friends.

Melancholic music

...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

-Judith, delighted. Restorative justice.

-Gregoire.

Delighted.

Good morning.

...

-Good morning.

-Hello, Judith.

It's Nawelle. Judith, who works with us.

- Hello, Sabine. - Gregory.

Sabine.

- Nice to meet you, Nawelle. -Nawelle.

-Hello, Grégoire. How are you ?

- Thanks very much. - Sabine.

-I go.

...

-Here, let me introduce you to Yvette

and Cyril. As explained,

they will be present at the meetings.

-This is where things will happen plenary meetings,

starting next week.

-Some water ?

-There is coffee too.

-I would like a coffee.

-Well, me too.

A coffee.

-Sabine?

You want something ? - No, no, thank you.

- I'm going to have a glass of water. - Yes.

-Your coffee is good.

-Thank you, but I didn't...

I'm not used to it something big like that.

-It must be better than that of the office.

-I saw a psychologist for a year. And it did me good.

I sleep better, for example. - Mmh.

-But...

this pain, this wound, that I have deep inside me,

she can't heal.

Nobody understands it.

I won't talk about what it did to me.

-Me neither.

I don't talk about it anymore either. Even to my husband.

And yet, he is great.

My children don't understand my approach.

They are afraid that I will relapse. What ?

-Yeah. Sigh

-It never left!

-No.

-I'm going there like a fight.

With respect, but...

For me, they have nothing in their hearts, these people.

They do the worst things and they say: “No choice, it’s misery.”

... You shouldn't say that kind of thing.

For me, it won't happen. I won't be able to hear that.

-Are you mad.

-Of course.

Aren't you?

-I don't know.

-I'm going to get some coffee.

You want some ? - No.

-I don't mind.

-I wanted to tell you.

When I saw you in the car,

I thought you were part criminals.

-Ah OK. Embarrassed laughter

-I was scared, sorry.

-It doesn't matter.

-I had imagined that there would be only women, I don't know why.

It's good that there is a man.

You will protect us.

-How

will you get dressed? I'm worried.

-Yes me too.

- Ah good ? - We're serious. Why do we torture ourselves?

Door

-Are we already outside?

-No.

-Don't you want to go to a restaurant?

-No, I brought soup.

Go yourself.

-Is your back okay?

-Yeah, it's okay there.

-Are you tired or something?

-A little, yeah. But it is okay.

I'm going to leave early today.

-Mr. Delarme has accepted your request.

He agrees to engage a dialogue in any form.

He wants to talk with you.

He has questions to ask you.

- Does he have any questions to ask me? - Yes.

-All right.

-What does it do to you? to receive this response?

-I'm thinking back...

The last time we communicated,

it was via notary, when our mother died.

We agreed to refuse the inheritance.

-Will you tell me more?

-On inheritance?

Uh, well, there weren't any, exactly.

Only debts.

She was so lost, my mother, poor thing.

She had Benjamin very young, the father left.

My father raised him.

It wasn't easy.

He wasn't there often. He's a salesman, my father.

With Benjamin, it was tense. There were screams.

Except when we did it.

I realized it.

When we did it, afterward, it was cool at home.

Benjamin was nice to my mother.

But otherwise...

She didn't know how to do it.

She was taking medication.

When my father left, she remained in her bed.

Sometimes, fortunately my brother

was there, otherwise, it would have been Pépito at every meal.

She didn't come to the trial. She didn't know which bench to sit on.

I'll never know what she knew.

If she understood what was happening to us.

In the room next door.

Did she see anything?

-What do you think ?

-One night my brother went out From my bedroom.

He left quietly towards his. I heard my mother.

"What are you doing ?"

He has answered : “She couldn’t sleep.”

The day after, I heard them in the kitchen.

I entered, the conversation stopped.

-Who knows about your approach in your surroundings?

-Person. I do not want to talk.

I don't want to worry them.

My father could have another attack.

-Are you using a paying friend?

-What ? A paying friend?

-Um yes.

We say that among ourselves.

I'm not supposed to say that. A psychologist.

-Ah! Laughter

A psychologist. - Yeah.

-No, no, I don't have a psychologist.

A paying friend? - Yes.

-Not bad.

-Yes not bad.

Hubbub

...

Mr. Delarme says he is very unwell since two weeks.

Things came up since our first interview.

The trial, the prison.

“I was treated like a rapist.

“I was called a pedophile.”

He says he has normal sexuality.

He says he never forced her.

He is sorry if his sister suffered, but he too suffered a lot.

They both suffered.

Mysterious music

... Doors

... ...

...

-There are two doors.

One goes to detention and the other, outwards.

You will enter through the detention

and you will settle down on these chairs.

Which chair do you want?

-I don't know. There ?

-When you enter,

the victims will be seated.

There.

How would you like to greet them?

-I don't know.

-Some people don't want to shake hands.

-I don't want to either.

I'll just

nod at them. - Mmh.

-I made a chocolate marble.

Everyone likes it.

-Mmh, he looks good.

-I'll say everything right away.

At the first meeting, I will be free, at peace.

...

Door

-Good morning.

...

-Hello everyone.

Welcome.

Thank you very much for being here.

This is where we will meet, every Tuesday, for five weeks,

for three-hour meetings.

Then, two months later, for a review meeting.

Here is the stick

of speech.

Each person wishing to speak

must do it while holding this stick.

Your speech ends when you put it back in the center

or to another participant.

Embarrassed laughter Uh, we are moved and very happy

to find you and start these meetings.

It was strong for us to accompany you all these months.

We already wanted

thank you for your trust.

You know us.

But you don't know well community members,

that I will let introduce itself to you.

-Hello everyone, My name is Yvette, I am 62 years old.

I worked for a long time to human resources

of a large company.

I am also a prison visitor.

As a member of the volunteer community,

I am here to listen to you, hear you,

accompany you, support you,

unconditionally.

-Thank you, Yvette.

Cyril?

-Hello, I'm Cyril.

I'm 41 years old, I am a cinema props specialist.

I am a volunteer, like Yvette.

I come like her to support you during these meetings.

And tell you, by my presence,

that the company has an interest in you.

That she is interested in you.

So. I don't say it well, but...

That's what.

That's all. Little laugh

-We will start by going around a circle, you can introduce yourself,

explain why you are participating to this restorative justice system.

What are your motivations.

And also, your expectations.

Who wants to get started?

-My name is Nawelle.

I am 39 years old, and I was attacked

at the supermarket where I work 5 years ago.

I don't expect anything from you.

I come to tell you

what happens to the victims of your crimes.

So that you understand

the damage.

How you destroy lives.

For money, for... To make you laugh.

I do not know what.

When you attack someone, there are other victims behind.

Families, couples, children.

I wish you understood that.

I want to hear from other victims.

Already...

Just our last meeting, It did me good.

To be able to exchange with you.

With people who understand me.

Tired of being a burden on my family.

They did what they could.

They were very nice, but...

It's more up to them to make the effort. It is...

It's up to me to get out of this.

I am here for this.

Throat clearing

-I'm Grégoire, I'm 46 years old. I am a bodybuilder.

I got robbed at my house, with my daughter three years ago.

I am here to understand why the perpetrators take action.

And to help them not start again.

I don't like prison, I find it useless.

I find it horrible to see people come out of prison even more broken down.

It's not a solution.

And otherwise...

Me too, I'm fed up

not to recover of what happened to me.

I tried everything, finally...

Really a lot of things

to turn the page.

But I can't do it.

I'm not like before.

My life is no longer the same as before.

If I summarize, before, she was better.

-THANKS.

My name is Issa, I am 25 years old and I robbed a convenience store.

I have been in prison for 4 years.

I am here because I want to tidy up my life.

I want to go out and provide for my wife.

She is pregnant.

I don't want to go back in violence.

If I can respond to the victims, maybe it can help them.

-My name is Sabine.

I was the victim of a snatching in the street, I was 64 years old.

It was seven years ago.

A scooter passed by, They tried to snatch my bag.

I was dragged to the sidewalk.

It unbalanced the scooter,

the thief has fallen, he was very angry.

He kicked me on the hands, arms.

He insulted me.

After that, I had health problems.

I was hospitalized for two months.

There were a lot of complications.

I'm here because I want understand this violence.

I don't understand.

I don't understand this violence.

I understand youth more.

Violence, everywhere, in the words.

I feel like I'm coming from another planet.

I don't want to be afraid anymore.

I want this to be behind me.

And There you go.

I stop here.

Sabine sniffles.

-Mmm.

Throat clearing

He sniffs. Uh...

My name is Thomas.

I did a lot of stupid things, For years.

I am 44 years old, I spent 19 years in prison.

In all.

Bulk,

my personal assessment is...

He is sinister.

I always destroyed everything.

Today I want to participate.

Because, for the first time,

I want to try not to come back here.

I want to try

to do something positive, once in my life.

I would like to answer your questions and if it helps you,

that will already be it.

Long sigh

Throat clearing

-I have been in prison for nine years. I'm going out soon, normally.

I did a homejacking.

I come to meet victims to understand them better.

Come out of my shell.

-Thank you very much to each of you.

Someone wishes speak first

to tell his story?

-I was a cashier in a small supermarket.

A day,

It was almost closing time,

a man entered, all in black.

Balaclava, gloves... He wore aviator glasses.

Glasses that look like mirrors.

We saw nothing of him, not even the color of his skin.

He arrived with his weapon, said: “It’s a robbery.”

I was very surprised.

I said, “What is that?”

I didn't realize it, I said it out loud.

It escaped me without me wanting it.

He walked towards me.

He put his gun between my eyes there.

He said, “Don’t you understand?”

I saw myself in his glasses.

My own face, with the gun resting between my eyes.

I thought he was going to kill me. That my time had come.

He put his hand on my shoulder.

He gently pushed me towards the ground.

He looked at my colleague.

He aimed at her, he said: "Down."

The manager arrived. The man aimed his gun at him.

He asked for the money. They went behind.

I could see the underside of my body.

Dust.

A brown elastic band.

A 20 cent coin.

I don't know how long after,

I don't know if it was one or ten minutes,

my impression, it was an hour...

One hour, the brown elastic,

the dust, the room...

Our manager arrived.

He said, "He's gone." All pale.

We got up, with my colleague. She was crying, I couldn't.

Sometimes I tell myself that if I had cried at the time,

I wouldn't have collapsed afterwards.

My colleague had nightmares.

She got scared. Two weeks later,

she was behind the cash register.

Life has resumed.

But I went downhill.

Sad sigh

I don't do anything anymore.

I developped phobias outside.

In the...

In the street, in transport, stores.

I don't leave the house anymore.

I work more. I take my children out more.

I watch TV, I gain weight.

To sleep, pills. To get out, sedatives.

To go at my daughter's dance performance...

Otherwise, I have panic attacks.

I manage my house more.

I'm unpleasant with children, with my husband.

They want for me to go back to the way I was before.

Before, I was smiling.

I was... I was happy.

Now I'm getting angry for nothing. I'm angry all the time.

Breathless

...

I'm a bad mother.

...

...

We haven't found my attacker.

He has no face, no name.

I tell myself he will come back.

But it's forced.

He knows me, he has seen me. He will finish the job,

he's going to finish me off.

We filed a complaint, he might be angry.

Maybe he lives nearby.

I think about that all the time.

All the time.

...

And There you go.

The robbery lasted ten minutes, five years ago.

It was just ten minutes of my life, and my previous life is over.

Ten minutes for nothing.

For nothing !

For money, for...

She throws the stick.

-Would anyone like speak ?

Light hubbub

...

-Cigarettes?

-No, thank you, I stopped.

-Well done.

Light hubbub

...

Beeps and door

Light hubbub

-One went in my daughter's room,

two others took me down to the living room.

They wanted the code to my safe. I often have liquid in it.

I said I didn't know him. It was true, I had changed it.

He wasn't coming home.

I said it was on paper in my bedside table.

The nervous guy came up to my room.

He couldn't find it, he made a mess.

The one who was with me was calm.

I asked where my daughter was.

He said to me: “In his room.” “Bring her, I want her with me.”

It upset him that the other didn't find and gets angry.

He said, “Are you sure it’s there?” I said, “I promise.”

The nervous one came back down and said:

"There is no paper, only clothes."

I said, "No, not the dresser, the bedside table."

Calm said:

“In the nightstand, Mongolian.”

He left again.

He quickly came back with the code.

I confirmed.

They went to the trunk.

And then I heard: “Here we go!”

The 3rd, in my daughter's room, went down.

I said : "Where is my daughter? Untie me!"

They left.

I called my daughter, she didn't answer.

I screamed his name plenty of times.

I had a...

a taste of iron in the mouth.

Because I was afraid. Just talking about it, I still feel it.

I was scared, it was horrible.

I dragged myself on the ground to the front door.

I screamed outside for five minutes, I woke up the neighbors

who arrived, they untied me.

I rushed in my daughter's room. She was...

tied, gagged.

I looked to see if she was hurt. “You got nothing?”

She had nothing.

The guy who was with her

had a bladed weapon, a knife.

At trial he denied, but my daughter saw his gun.

The defense lawyer said that she had perhaps seen wrongly.

It was very hard for her Don't believe her.

At the trial, I could have killed them with my hands.

Except my hands were shaking.

Like a poor guy.

I blame myself for not having them heard entering my house.

They went through the door. It squeaks, I know the noise well.

They went up, they took the stairs.

There, it's the same.

I know them by heart, these noises.

The creaking of the steps.

But I didn't hear anything. Little sad laugh

And I didn't do anything.

After that, I had very severe depression.

We divorced.

I had money problems, I sank my company.

I slept in my truck.

I was knocked out.

My father said: “To succeed in life,

“It’s about being a good father and a good husband.”

-I know my accomplice well, we are from the same neighborhood.

He is super tall, 1m95,

with a body that is too weird, big arms and everything.

Him, I had sworn to myself never to make any moves with him.

It is easy to find.

There, I was in a hurry. I said, OK, come on. And There you go.

They found it straightforward.

The cops saw that he was a Mongolian.

For them, it was me, the brains of the thing. And it was true.

Normally, it's not me.

I don't normally organize.

I never decided anything. I was offered things.

I said, OK, go ahead. And There you go.

It goes very quickly.

Nothing is planned in the neighborhoods when you drop out of college.

And then, it's too easy.

To find weapons, friends to make shots.

The robberies, like you said, it lasts three minutes,

you earn a lot of money.

Nobody gives you a job when you are looking.

I needed

money, I did that robbery.

But first, I made others.

Then... I did lots of other stuff.

But now I regret it, because it got out of hand.

It's been too far, and I didn't want that.

I listened to your stories. There are things I didn't imagine.

The truth.

I ask forgiveness.

Sincerely.

I apologize.

He puts down the stick.

-Sorry, I can't

hear that. I lacked everything when I was young.

I was in a foster home, I was placed. I didn't make those choices.

And don't tell me that you looked for a job.

Did you do it once?

Did you send a CV?

You did

a job interview?

-No, I'm telling you the truth.

But my sisters, my cousins ​​struggled.

Pôle Emploi, it seems, it's very poorly organized.

-All right. Is it Pôle Emploi’s fault?

-No, I'm not saying that.

-It's no one's fault. It's your fault.

You had a choice, you chose.

-I didn't make the right choices, It's true.

I... I didn't have your intelligence.

-It's true, I'm a Nobel Prize winner.

She puts the stick down.

-Go ahead.

-Excuse me.

What you said at the beginning, Nawelle.

You said, you're scared and everything.

I wanted to say...

You are wrong.

We don't see the victims.

They don't exist.

We don't come for them. For the checkout,

or the credit card. Not for the victims.

We have nothing against you.

We have so much stress, adrenaline, we see nothing.

If he meets you, he won't do anything. He won't recognize you.

And even if I robbed you and I recognize you,

direct, I lower my head, I change sidewalks and run.

I'm afraid you'll see me and call the police.

Especially if I didn't get caught.

We are afraid all the time, after a robbery.

Frankly, you risk nothing.

I swear.

Purring

Meow Whisper

... (-So.)

Squeak

Door

Sigh

...

...

- Damn, I'm in a hurry. - She is waiting for you.

-Excuse me,

I am late.

-It doesn't matter.

I don't know anymore.

-Do you know more?

-Why am I doing this ?

Did he understand that we're not getting back together?

That we won't see each other again? What does he say?

-I can't tell you.

But I took your request to him

in the precise terms agreed.

-I did not think that it would stir me up just as much to stir that up.

It pisses me off.

Sigh

It pisses me off that I'm still suffering.

I haven't cut myself in a long time.

It was finished.

It was behind me.

My brother saw when I started cutting myself.

He said I was crazy, that it was disgusting.

It's not true.

I disinfected, it was clean.

-You want to drink something ?

Something hot, a coffee.

Coffee machine

...

Hold.

-THANKS.

...

-We can

suspend or stop the process,

at any time. - I do not want.

-I'm worried about you.

I'm familiar with you,

sorry, that escaped me. - It's good.

I prefer.

-I must know that when you are not with me,

you are safe.

That you can speak, that you are not alone,

in the face of everything you stir up.

It is necessary to resolve

this scarification concern to continue.

-No, but that's not a problem.

In reality, that's nothing.

I know how to stop. I won't do it again.

-That’s not enough for me, Chloé.

I can give you the contact of a therapist.

-Should not.

Happy sigh

-Thank you for welcoming me.

-We put you in the old room of Flora.

- It does not bother you ? - We're happy to have you.

-I won't be there all the time.

We will take turns with the children, at home.

-Yeah.

-It's pretty.

-We have grandchildren. It's a children's menu for everyone.

Fried nuggets. We like it.

Does that suit you? - Perfect.

- Wouldn't you prefer a small salad? - No, it's perfect.

That is, if you have ketchup. - Well, obviously.

-Uh, well...

We have a little problem.

Issa won't be with us today.

He does not have...

He can't join us, that's it.

We're sorry. - But why ?

-We do not know. He is in the disciplinary cell.

The question we want to ask you,

it is: do we do the meeting without him?

-Why is he in a cell?

Are we preventing him from participating? Did he do something stupid?

-I do not think so

that the prison is obstructive.

We don't know what happened.

-I'm sorry, but I don't understand, I think.

Uh...

It’s important, these meetings. - Of course.

-We committed to being there.

- Quite. - It seems that Issa

does not have easy relationships with the supervisors, so...

All it takes is a friction

or a cell search which is going badly.

-What do you think ?

Don't you want that this meeting takes place

with an incomplete circle?

-I do not mind.

-The same.

-Gregoire?

-Yes OK.

-I would like to thank you.

What you said last time, it made me...

It's as if a weight of 50 kg had fallen from my shoulders.

At once.

I've been following for three years by a psychologist and in three hours,

you unblocked me.

It feels weird to tell you this.

It's the truth.

She puts the stick down.

-Mmm.

Throat clearing

Cough

-Uh...

I should tell you the reason for my last incarceration.

I made some

so many others that...

I have a journey

of rather exhaustive offender.

I spent my whole life in the world of narcotics.

I did everything to pay for my drugs.

Deal, scam, small traffic.

Flight.

Burglary.

Reception, robbery.

I go back and forth between prison and the outside for 25 years.

Prison and the street.

Or at my godmother's house.

The others, my parents, They let me go during the 2nd incarceration.

My last sentence, it's the longest. I took 13 years.

It was a period when I was pass for an EDF guy.

I had the whole range. I was thin, it suited me well.

I went to the old people's house, I scared them.

I took everything.

Often, not much.

Well, that day,

the old man, he wasn't alone.

There was a guy that I knew from before.

A guy I hate.

I recognized him immediately.

It went badly.

I sequestered him, I completely lost it.

They took several weeks to find me.

I was very relieved to be found.

I had clearly reached a milestone there.

I took thirteen years and I had nothing to say.

It was justice,

for all the other stuff where I hadn't been caught.

I don't know how I did it so as not to be caught,

I was in states...

Long sigh

I immediately liked drugs.

Sometimes I say to myself, that’s stupid.

I would have liked music or painting as much as drugs,

I would have been Picasso.

Frankly.

Big, big passion.

There was only that, consumption.

Find drugs to be able to consume.

Find people to be able to consume.

Places to consume.

Finding drugs in prison.

Finding drugs on the way out.

No life.

No future.

Actually...

I thought about committing suicide for some time.

I had prepared myself, I had brought in some medicine.

I was ready.

And on the exact day that I had decided, that day exactly...

someone asks me in the visiting room.

He's my godmother's son.

I don't like him very much, but I adored her.

And he tells me that my godmother

is dead a few weeks earlier.

May she leave me a small inheritance.

6,000 euros.

I don't really know what it did to me.

But I'm here, so...

He puts down the stick.

-Someone ?

Sabine?

Nasim?

-These are physical problems, it can be treated.

And it's getting better, in fact.

But I'm very afraid to leave my house, in fact.

I'm afraid of the street, of the sidewalks.

I have great stupid anxieties so that it can start again.

I haven't changed, it's always easy to attack me.

Even more, I'm older.

At first I tried to get out.

No bag, hands in pockets.

But it was worse. I said to myself...

If they want my money,

they will come and get it in my pockets.

They will have to shake me.

Take off my coat.

So, basically, for seven years, I stay at home.

At home, things aren't going well.

My apartment faces the street.

I have a lot of trouble with the noises of the street.

Scooters, people screaming.

I stay on the courtyard side, in my room.

Sigh

Well, that’s how it is.

And it's my fault too.

I shouldn't have gone out at that time. I never went out at that time.

I hung out at home, instead of going out early like usual.

I should have dropped that bag right away.

I don't know why I didn't let go.

For what was inside...

And when I hear your stories,

I see clearly that I, It's not as bad as you.

I should be fine, it wasn't serious.

People tell me: “A snatching, it’s no big deal.”

And I know it!

It's true.

I can't do it.

-Yes, yes, it’s serious.

(-But yes.) - Sorry, you weren't finished, Sabine.

But it's very serious.

-I don't know.

- Yes it is. - But if.

-He dragged you, hit you.

You've been to the hospital.

-He broke your bones, this son of a bitch.

-Yes.

-Whoever does this to my mother, I kill him.

Hubbub

...

-Are you okay, Sabine?

- Yes. - I scared you ?

-No no.

- Serve yourself. - Do you want something?

-There is a cake

with lemon and hazelnut.

-Do you do them?

-Yes, with my son. We like baking.

-How old is he ?

-Eleven years. You cook ?

-Not anymore, I'm all alone.

I don't cook for myself.

-Mmm.

-Like always that I make a move,

I shave, completely.

I buy the gloves, the hoods, 50 km from my home.

For everyone.

I choose all the clothes.

Very simple stuff.

All in black, no recognizable stuff.

It's me, I find the weapons.

That evening, four of us go at an armored guy.

We were met, they have several credit cards.

At least six in all.

We arrive around 11 p.m.

We wait in the garden, near the pool.

We see them passing through.

The husband and the wife.

Not the children.

I was told, no dog, but I'm wary.

I don't like dogs.

I watch.

The lights close.

We wait two more hours.

Around 3:30 a.m., we return, through a French window.

We don't need to break down the door,

it’s open, it’s easy.

We return slowly.

But after, there is a weird and loud noise.

At first, I don't know, what's the matter?

It's a guitar on a chair. My accomplice hit it.

It makes us feel bad, right away.

We don't move.

We are like statues.

But nothing happens.

A family with two children. We are four.

There are four of them, normally.

But I, again, I'm wary, you never know.

It's possible, there are more of them, if they have guests or something.

We wake everyone up.

They are tied up in the dining room.

We find two cards on the husband, nothing in the woman's bag.

We ask where the other cards are.

The woman says: “There are no other cards.”

I say : “How do you shop?”

Her: “My husband gives me some cash.”

Obviously, she resists.

There is always someone who resists.

Often women.

The husband understood

that we came for the money. It goes quickly.

We search

the woman's bag. She has a lot of them.

In drawers, in the bedroom, we find the cards.

She doesn't say the codes.

As a result, the husband also resists. He doesn't want to be seen as weak.

We're starting to lose our patience.

We put pressure on the husband.

We push him around.

We scare them with weapons.

They let go of the codes.

Afterwards, we leave, we separate.

I put the pressure on others, we are discreet, we buy nothing.

We don't flare up.

If there is one, he does it, I smash it.

There was one, he didn't listen to me.

He did the kéké with a motorcycle, and There you go.

He got caught.

He tossed us.

There was nothing to do.

He puts down the stick.

-It's brave to say that.

I thank you.

-I'm sorry for what happened to you.

I apologize.

-You don't have to apologize, it's not you.

I will never forgive them.

Door

... - Good morning. Here we go ?

-What if he tells you that you lied?

-On what ?

-I don't know.

How will you react? - At first,

I didn't lie to the police.

But then, yes, I lied, of course.

It was obligatory. They ask questions

without interest on unimportant things.

What day, what time? How long, how many times?

How many fingers? How many centimeters?

Most importantly, I didn't talk about it. They weren't interested.

We ask how many fingers,

but not what it does. It hurts, your fingers.

I didn't say the worst, Those were the nights he didn't come.

I was going to fall asleep in class, I was scared to death, for nothing.

I remember everything.

I don't have amnesia.

I haven't repressed or buried anything, I don't know how they say it.

Yes, I know how to lie.

I lie very well, even. He was the one who taught me.

What is he like physically? He put on weight ?

-I couldn't tell you.

I ask him for permission to send you a photo of him?

-He was handsome, my brother.

My mother said: "You're lucky, he takes good care of you.

“My brothers didn’t care about me.”

I lost my brother when I filed a complaint.

I don't have any more brothers.

And it pains me. Because I loved my brother.

He was my big brother.

-Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.

What's with Nour's cell phone? Is that his number anymore?

You can give it to me ?

No, give it now, Go and get it.

It doesn't matter, I'll wait.

Guard ? Do you have a pen, please?

THANKS.

You have it ?

Hmm.

14 or 94?

-Why couldn't you introduce yourself?

-Well, I had to see someone.

An inmate, for cigarettes. He did it to me backwards.

We got into trouble, I was late.

The supervisors

didn't want to know, they blocked me. - For what ?

-I think, they are mad at me.

I don't know, I didn't do anything, they block me. It's not the first time.

-You said you had to see another inmate.

-Mmm.

-But you had to introduce yourself to attend our meetings.

No ?

You were committed to us,

with the facilitators, to come to the five meetings.

You signed. - Yeah, and I was disgusted.

I said it wasn't my fault, That changes nothing.

They blocked me.

-How is it not your fault?

You're confusing us.

It's you who's doing it to us backwards.

You did something, and you weren't on time. Point.

We waited for you like idiots.

We were on time, like idiots.

Sabine told her story, Thomas and Nassim too.

In front,

an empty chair said: “I don’t give a damn.”

It's simple !

-I think, you don't understand.

-No no no.

I understood very well.

It's not your fault.

It's Pôle Emploi, the supervisors. You never did anything.

You do things without consequence.

You think you have better things to do than being with us here?

But that is possible.

I'm not judging you, frankly, I swear. It's your life, do what you want.

But then, assume it, at least.

Just say it like that. Take responsibility!

We're not making stupid excuses. What do you believe ?

I also wonder what I'm doing here.

I could be with my daughter, with a friend, drinking a beer.

Why am I coming to spend three hours with types

who ruin lives and who assume nothing?

You lie ! You're a liar !

At the trial, the same. "The weapons were not loaded,

"it was a clean shot, I haven’t decided anything.”

There was one who said that he wasn't there.

His DNA was found at my house.

Not one looked at me during the trial, not one !

Not one made a move, a look for my daughter!

No one said sorry to my daughter.

Whore !

He puts down the stick.

Breathless

...

-I wanted to listen to you.

I apologize.

-There's no problem, it's...

Sigh

-Want to take a break?

-No, it's okay.

-Issa?

-I wanted to ask a question.

I wanted to ask a question regarding your stories and everything.

Why don't you burglaries?

Steal materials from warehouses. It's easier, right?

Managing people, families, it's not easy.

Would you rather not

that there is no one there?

Throat clearing

-It's not that easy to steal in stores or warehouses.

There are alarms,

cameras.

It's better guarded than houses.

Well, not all, but...

-If we commit a burglary, we don't want anyone there.

For a home-jacking, we want people.

-You want people?

You want to wake people up at night, tie them?

Break up their house? - No.

But we need the codes.

No choice. - But...

you take weapons.

Weapons are dangerous.

You can kill with a weapon.

-Otherwise, people give nothing.

We are not going to say: “The code, otherwise I’ll push you to the ground.”

We have to. - You have to ?

-It's not just the money.

You need money, OK. Why take it out on others?

Maybe you need this.

-No it's not that. Give the stick.

-Can we stop with the stick?

If others agree.

I think we figured it out.

If we cut each other off, we take it back.

-Everyone is in agreement ?

Hmm?

-I continue ?

When we do these robberies, OK,

we are hooded, we are armed, but we are afraid.

We don't know how it will react.

The moment we enter the house, we are in front of the window, we are going to go home,

the fear we have is...

it's even stronger than the fear of the victims, I believe.

We don't know, maybe

that they are waiting for us with a gun.

Once inside,

I'm less afraid.

I calm down. But we're starting from a high level.

There you go, we have hoods,

we slap our faces to impress.

So that the victims remain quiet.

It's not strong.

Slaps, not blows. To say: “Don’t move.”

- Slaps are blows. - Yes.

-No. Hits,

it's with weapons, feet, fists.

Here is...

My mother was slapping. My father, beatings.

-That's it. Me, my father

gave slaps, my uncle, beatings.

Cheitan.

Like you, Sabine.

The guy hit you. It is abused.

-Sorry, I'm coming back to something.

When you say "shake up"...

"Put pressure."

I hadn't noticed, but what does that mean?

- The husband was slapped. - Why “we”?

Why not “I”?

Are you a gang?

Are there several of you inside? Who slapped?

-It's me.

-And after ?

-I slammed the husband looking at the woman.

And I saw her.

She didn't want to say her codes.

Even if she was scared.

Like she doesn't care about her family.

She put them in danger, she was forcing too much.

I looked into her eyes and I pointed my gun at his son.

That unlocked everything.

She gave her codes right away.

One of them left.

He went to withdraw the money to the distributor.

He called us to tell us it was good.

And we left.

I was in control.

-Was your gun loaded?

-Yeah.

But it was the only one.

It's just me.

The others are too nervous. It's crazy.

I don't know why, I'm...

I am like this.

I never shout.

I never cry.

At the trial, I didn't cry.

When my mother died, I didn't cry.

I would never have shot.

I have never killed anyone, I never will.

I will never take it to a child.

-You have a loaded gun on a child's head.

It's not the need for money, This is another thing.

If you don't wonder, you won't change.

Don't you think we're normal?

You're the one who's not normal.

It's not normal to ever cry.

Never shout.

Not to cry for your mother.

-She is nice, the color of your shirt.

-THANKS.

-Burgundy. I like.

-Yeah, purple.

-Uh...

Bordeaux, rather.

-Dark pink, that is.

-Yes, pink, almost. Laugh

Weird, the colors. - It's really good.

Honestly, it's heartbreaking. Thank you, Cyril.

-And Sabine. Who made the madeleines? Next time I'll make them,

and she makes a quiche. - OK.

-Very good.

- THANKS. - Mmh. My husband

drops me off, normally. - Mmh.

-Next week, he can't.

- We'll find a driver. - There is

buses that serve the center.

-Well, yes, take the bus. It's simple, that.

-Don't worry, it's cool.

-It depends.

It's not always cool.

My friends like to wander around in it.

But it's still okay.

-I will be your driver. I'll come pick you up.

-We didn't find him, I didn't get any compensation.

I wouldn't have wanted his money.

I would have refused.

Money doesn't fix anything.

A trial, on the other hand, I would have liked.

Let him be condemned.

Knowing that he is suffering.

That he is locked away from his family.

-I thought it would do me good. But I regretted going there.

I wouldn't have been there, it would have been the same.

I felt like a statue, furniture.

As they say, in the cinema, for passers-by?

-An extra.

-An extra, yes.

So.

-Money doesn't fix anything?

I rowed to compensate my victim.

We bled.

My family, my sisters, my wife.

It hurt my heart. My victims were at ease.

They didn't need it.

There is one

who gave the blows.

He took a bike lock. It's a weapon.

SO... - So what ? He defended himself.

-Yeah. But if he hadn't done it, we wouldn't have hit him,

his eye would be fine.

For me, he's a victim, yes.

I blame myself, it went too far. But it wasn't like you.

-No, but Issa, do you hear me?

Someone lost an eye because of you.

You know what it is, live with one eye?

You understand that the sufferings we tell

are those of your victims?

-It's true, you say you're sorry, but...

Don't you understand what you did?

-If. I know, I'm guilty.

-Yes, but...

it's not clear.

-Maybe... Issa.

Maybe you know you are guilty,

but you don't feel responsible.

-It's exactly that. Thank you, Yvette.

-I don't understand.

-Well, think about it.

You are smart.

Really.

You need to think about it.

Hubbub

Laugh -No no no. No !

No, damn it!

No no !

Come on ! Come on !

Yes ! Yes !

Yeah ! Yeah ! Damn, 7' 20"!

7' 20", holy shit!

Holy shit!

Sigh

-Why are you yelling?

How can you bring them together? - It's not me

who considers it. - Are you putting her back in there?

You know how long What did it take for him to get out?

How she was when I met her?

She tells you everything, so I can tell you.

She was 15 years old, she was doing porn.

She did everything, without any pleasure.

She was crazy, she was scary.

I held on, I was in love.

We started everything from the beginning. Slowly, like teenagers.

She got away

because she is intelligent, courageous.

But she is fragile, too. - Sir.

I don't know Chloe like you do.

But if I hear it right, she wants to see her brother again.

Me, I'm not there

to judge if she is doing well.

I am here to create the right conditions.

If I remove myself from this equation,

there will remain the desire for dialogue without a secure frame.

They will see each other and things will go badly.

Mehdi, I have confidence

in this process.

I trust Chloé, above all.

She's not a child anymore, she will manage.

That's what we're working on.

-He too, he will manage.

He will manipulate her. He manipulates you.

He's a crook. He made her believe that that was what a brother was, love.

Like all sexual attackers, he's a crook, period.

Thunderstorm

...

Indistinct

...

-Gotta do the other one!

Be careful, artichokes.

It's leaking everywhere

in the boots!

But what a deluge! - Does it hold?

-Excuse me, sorry.

-No problem.

Everything is fine ?

-Yes, I started late stupid.

And you, how are you?

-Yeah, it's okay, thanks.

Sigh

Do you know that Mehdi came to see me? - Yeah.

- Didn't he scare you? - No.

You want

let's discuss it? - No.

He's worried, I understand.

But that's his problem.

I'm not worried.

-Sorry for insisting, but if Mehdi knows,

can this change the situation?

In any case, your balance in the process?

-I do not think so.

I don't feel like that.

-It's you who knows.

If despite

his worry, there remains support for you.

-Mehdi?

- Mmh. - It's always a support.

If I get kidnapped in the jungle, no police. Tell Mehdi.

Throat clearing

I thought about. - Mmh.

-And me too,

I have some questions to ask Benjamin.

It's nothing, it's about details.

It's been a long time that I am waiting for answers.

-All right.

We are going to work on all these questions.

-Give them to him before the meeting.

-For what ? It is important ?

-I want him to be able to prepare.

-What if he can't answer it?

How will you react?

-It's because he doesn't want to.

- How would it feel to do that? - Well...

It wouldn't change much, actually.

I would say to myself that he didn't understand anything.

That he didn't move, that he can't change.

I would say to myself that it was necessary that I would do all this to see him.

Or maybe I would wonder what the hell am I doing here.

Again. Waiting for stuff from this asshole.

-Chloe, anything can happen during this meeting, if it takes place.

Except physical and verbal violence.

But I do not know which is violent for you.

We need to determine

what you absolutely don't want hear or live.

Your limits. The worst thing he could say to you.

What wouldn't he have the right to do.

-Me, today, I don't feel very...

I don't know if I can continue.

I think it makes me feel good to see you.

But I think it's too late.

I should have done it before.

Infancy

...

I wasted so much time, since seven years.

I missed everything.

I left the link with my children fray.

Become very small.

I don't see my grandson anymore.

I didn't even go see his little sister when she was born.

I don't even know her.

So, my son, he is disappointed, well, he...

He's mad at me, he doesn't understand. But I'm afraid to go to the station.

I'm afraid of the train, I...

I'm even afraid in the car.

Me who was a driving school teacher.

I'm not saying that's why, because it sucks.

Because I suck.

I invent things, I...

I am a liar, I lie to everyone.

I say I'm fine, that I do things.

I stay at home, watching TV.

I talk to myself, like a crazy person.

I have an internet connection, I don't use it.

I'm wasting time.

I wasted all my time.

I was waiting for retirement.

I said to myself, I...

I would do lots of things.

Trips.

Things

interesting, like you.

And then, I don't do anything.

I am useless.

My life stopped. Fainted.

It's too late now.

-But no.

How are you.

-But it's not too late.

-I'm also excited to come here.

Why didn't I do it before? - Exactly.

- It's not too late. - No way.

- I'm talking alone. - You're not bad.

You weren't afraid to come face to face

of three assholes. - I was afraid.

-Even more merit.

-No it is true.

You are brave. - It's catching up,

the connection with children.

-Explain to your son, he will understand.

- But yes. - Yes.

There's still time left.

10 years, 15 years, that's actually days.

It's long. - Yeah, it's long.

Even a year is a long time.

So many hours, so many days.

-After,

a good internet connection, it can help.

Laughter

...

-Why are you laughing ?

...

-When we make shots, we don't think of anyone.

-Your parents ?

- Oh, no. - You know, you're not going to kill anyone.

- Mmh. - You think of the bag, the trunk.

My mother was no longer there. - And I, my father, said it,

he was a big son of a bitch.

-Yeah, OK, your dad.

But your mother suffered.

You haven't thought about making a success of your life not to continue

to spoil his own?

Tell him to do something like that. It would do him good.

It exists for domestic violence?

-Of course. For all types of crimes.

Child abuse too. - No, but me,

I was not mistreated. - Shots

belt and fist, This is abuse.

- Yeah. - Yeah, but no.

Finally... - Yes it is !

-But your mother was never file a complaint?

He should pay, this bastard.

- The brother would like to ask him for forgiveness? - Yes.

But it's more complicated than that.

He wants that she asks him for forgiveness.

- Oh yes. - For having filed a complaint,

for not having resolved this as a family.

He wants that they forgive each other.

It's important to him.

And that won't happen with her.

She can't hear him.

-The meeting will not take place.

Like most encounters.

Never mind. The dialogue was open between them, all the same.

-Yes, yes, I know, but...

they have come so far.

It's important to them let them meet.

-Not at any price. We are here to promote their repair.

Not to cause more harm.

We can't screw up, we are expected around the corner.

If we re-victimize a victim,

it's dead, we forget restorative justice in France.

-Wait, what are you doing to me?

I don't care about restorative justice.

It's not my problem. If this meeting can make

hurt Chloe, it is obvious that it will not take place.

She has to go to the end.

Its restoration goes through this meeting.

I am sure.

He's the same.

Look at. He was tried and convicted.

Despite the prison and the suffering,

he didn't take the measurement of what he did.

He's going to be a dad, too.

Only Chloe can make him admit and overcome his status as an aggressor.

-OK, prison stinks, It's not funny, you're locked up.

But frankly, you are fed and housed.

You do activities. When I see

a homeless person, I say to myself: "What are you doing ?

“Go attack someone.”

You will be warm, relaxed.

You will have a TV,

a psychologist, social assistance, yoga.

We don't have that. Sigh

-I understand what you are saying.

I can't explain...

It's not what you think, here.

We had a lot of fun during confinement.

People who were going crazy after a week.

One says : “It took five years, it’s nothing.

"Ten years.

"It's nothing."

But do not worry.

We pay.

We suffer.

We're locked up.

We no longer have the right to anything.

-What does it smell like?

It makes me hungry.

-It's West Indian stuff.

Acras, samosas.

-But no, I love it!

-Here, go ahead, let’s taste it.

The brother of my mediation brought them,

just now.

Samosas.

-Oh !

Michael.

-Mmm.

-That's the acras.

-It’s so good, it’s madness.

-Yes it's good. Even lukewarm, it's good.

- A little acra? Michael? - Yeah !

-Yeah.

-Hold.

- Not too much, anyway. - Come on !

-Martine prepared a great meal.

-I have some mixed rum.

-Mmh, ginger, turmeric.

Do you want to taste ? - Oh, no, no.

She breathes.

...

-It stings. Laugh

It's what ?

-Of pineapple.

- Take it easy, anyway. - Mmh.

-It feels good.

Laughter

...

I will be transparent.

I've seen you each nine times these last eight months.

I noticed that your expectations are not really consistent.

Put in direct contact two people with different expectations

can put them in danger.

And my role is to ensure your safety.

As is,

I think your safety is not assured.

-Can you tell me more?

Oh dear, I sound like you.

Uh...

What makes you say that... What does your expectations mean...

- You have very specific expectations. - Mmh.

-That we worked together.

Mr. Delarme too.

This device may not be able to satisfy them.

-For what ?

-First, sir said that he wants to answer your questions,

but not have them in advance.

-What does it mean ?

-He prefers that you put them down directly.

That you see that his responses are spontaneous.

It would be better for you. - No.

He doesn't want me to give you the rules.

If I hadn't proposed, he would have asked.

He must always lead.

Or he wants a way out not to respond.

To be able to say: "I do not remember."

Sigh

OK, I don't care, I'll ask him my questions face to face.

I think he will answer me.

I already know the answers.

I just want to hear them.

- And if that's not the case? - I'll do without.

I'm ready for this, we've already talked about it.

What else ?

-We must question ourselves together on the notion of forgiveness.

- For forgiveness? - Mmh.

-He wants to ask me for forgiveness?

-What would that do to you?

-He can always try, we'll see.

But sorry for what?

Even if he admits his wrongs and he knew what he was doing,

I don't know if I want to forgive him.

-Ask yourself the question.

-OK.

-Ask yourself about the notion of forgiveness, in general.

Grant forgiveness.

Ask for forgiveness.

-He wants me to ask him for forgiveness?

That's it ?

That I ask him for forgiveness?

What do you think about it?

You understand ? What do you say when he says that?

It's been months

that you see my brother and he says that? But what do you do?

You don't prepare it. You prepare me.

It's been months that I open all the files.

I wake up all the ghosts, I will never ask for forgiveness.

He's sick! Do you tell him that?

-It's your right. I have to prepare your brother has the possibility

that you don't do it.

But you, even if you say no,

will you be able to take this?

You will be able to bear him asking you to ask him for forgiveness?

You don't have to answer today.

But you have to take the time. - Yes.

I know what you're going to say.

Think about it, talk to my therapist about it. - So.

This is very important, Chloe. - Yes.

You know, I understood the rules.

But it twists my stomach that you protect my brother as much as me.

-I understand.

Dramatic music

...

(-What is that ?)

...

He mutters.

...

Honk (Piss off.)

Go die, you! Damn, there!

Bloody hell!

...

-AH!

- Good morning. - Anyway.

- How are you ? - And you ?

- Hello how are you ? - Nasim.

- Sabine, are you okay? - Yes.

-Cyril, are you okay?

GOOD ? Sorry, I apologize.

- Hello, Nassim, we were scared. - I lost myself.

How are you ? - The form.

-It's good that you're here. Laugh

- Hi. - I had a hard time coming.

Everything changed.

The roads, the ramps. I didn't recognize anything.

When I was released, my sister said to me: “You’re not going back to the neighborhood.”

I'm at her house. 30 km away.

-You are released, you return to prison. You didn't understand anything.

Laugh

The supervisors believed that you were attacking the prison?

- They wouldn't let me in. - Admit, you were afraid of Grégoire.

If I don't come, he'll find me.

He will make me miserable.

...

-Your sister,

Is she your big sister? - Yeah.

I called her, she came to see me.

We haven't seen each other since... at least seven years.

- Did you call her? - Yeah.

I said that I met victims.

That one reminded me of her.

-But I ?

-Well yeah. Too much.

I wanted to tell him that I understood

why she didn't see me anymore.

I understood his sentences from ten years ago.

I understood them there.

-Have you patched things up?

-Rabi-what? What is that ?

- I don't know. - Rabibochés,

reconciled.

- Found. - Ah, well, yeah.

-Rabiboches. Laughter

Cute, this word.

...

I told my lawyer that it wasn't me.

She insisted on knowing. I said it wasn't me.

During the robbery, I didn't know, a customer started filming.

We saw nothing, but my voice was heard.

She said : “Tell me if it’s you.”

If it's not you,

I request vocal expertise, this will be proof.

If it's you, on the other hand, I don't ask for it.

I said again: “No. It’s not me!”

She requested vocal expertise, so, there you go.

It was me.

- But... - You are crazy.

- Damage. - For what

you lied ?

-I didn't think I would be recognized.

Even the lawyer told me: “You are stupid.

“With you, we screwed up in the shit all alone."

- You don't understand the lawyer's principle. - No no.

I said to myself :

"If she thinks I'm innocent, She will defend me better.”

-That's it, you don't understand. ...

-I did a lot of stupid things.

I'm not a very good offender.

I better stop.

- Are you going to be able to not do it again? - I believe.

For my girlfriend, my son, I have to hold on.

My wife assures. She sends me money.

She sweats for me. I have to give it back to him.

- Nasim? - I do not think so

that I will do it again.

I will see

always your faces.

We're good, outside.

It's been four days, but already...

-What are you going to do ?

-I did an upgrade and training as a storekeeper.

I have an interview. - We cross fingers.

- Mmh. - THANKS.

-And you ?

- Me ? - Mmh.

-I don't know if I won't do it again.

Honestly, get a job

after prison, it's hot.

Sorry, Nassim.

I've already tried, I know.

Outside, things are going a thousand miles an hour, it is complicated.

Files, requests for stuff.

I don't know how to do anything.

I know myself,

I'm going to get angry.

There, I'm calm, but sometimes... - It's scary.

We can get robbed again, and maybe by you.

-I'm not going to rob you.

-But why ?

-I won't attack you.

-For what ?

-We know each other.

-So what ?

-But, then, nothing, that's how it is, that's all.

-But what are you talking about, actually?

Is making files hard?

But living here is hard. I don't understand.

Sleeping in shitty beds, that's hard.

What are you talking about ?

I'll make them for you, your files, it's nothing.

Seriously, you call me, I'll help you.

You go back to prison, I'll beat you.

- You want something to drink ? - It looks good.

-You want some water ? Mixed voices

- Do we use our fingers? - It's Sabine.

...

-I left school in 3rd grade.

-Me neither, I didn't do any special studies.

I was terrible at school.

-It's you

who put the smiley? - No.

-I'll put your buttons back on,

If you want.

- Oh yes ? - I have my equipment.

Yes.

Not bad.

For the pocket...

It's closer, all the same. - Yeah.

- A little lively. - Pretty, but a little lively.

You're right. - Thank you, Sabine.

How nice. My favorite shirt.

-I do it during the meeting.

I bought a replacement shirt.

I went to look for her.

- THANKS. - It means

that you went out?

-Yes, I went out yesterday.

It was sunny.

SMS notification

-It’s Michael.

-He said what ?

-"Shit."

Sigh

...

Door

You can settle in here.

Well installed?

You want to drink

something ?

Welcome to both of you.

If you need a break,

don't hesitate to say it.

GOOD.

We agreed together that Ms. Delarme would speak first.

Chloe, please.

-We live in the same city, but I don't want to see you.

I don't want us to cross paths.

I want us to agree on things and we...

let's stick to it.

Let us commit to it.

You plan to go to the cemetery, see mom?

-Yes.

-What day will you go?

-Um, the weekend.

-The weekend, okay.

I will never go on the weekend.

I will only go during the week, you, never during the week, okay?

-All right.

-Which cinema do you go to?

-The multiplex.

Friday or Saturday...

-I will never go on Friday and Saturday.

Not on Sunday either, if you want. - All right.

-The central cinema?

You want to go there ?

-I don't know.

-You want

that I write all this down?

-I don't mind.

- The swimming pool, are you going there? - No.

-I'll leave you Saturday and Monday, if you want to go there.

Restaurants in the commercial area, I'm not going there.

Those in the center, I'll leave them to you every other day.

Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

Does that suit you? - OK.

You look like mom.

You are beautiful.

-I ask my questions.

It was you who broke the bathroom lock?

It's you ?

-Yes.

-Was it you who hurt Pillou?

-Yes.

-Did you throw away my boxes?

Those from my cabin in my room?

-Yes.

-The first time

that you made waffles, rue Merlin,

after Christmas, remember?

You were in the kitchen with mom, it was morning.

Her wrist was broken, she had fallen.

I walked in and suddenly, you stopped talking.

Did she tell you anything about me?

Did mom try to tell you to stop?

Yes ? - Yes.

Sigh

- Were there other victims? - No.

-Even Héloïse?

-No, I promise.

He swallows.

-Why me, then?

-I don't know.

I don't know, it happened like that.

He swallows.

-Benjamin.

Didn't you know I didn't want to?

...

I thank you for answering my questions.

If we meet elsewhere,

in the street, in the supermarket, I won't say hello to you.

I'd rather you either.

-Chloe.

If you feel that you have done round of topics

that you wanted to address...

Benjamin?

Do you want to ask your questions?

-No, it's okay.

-Are you sure ?

I can help you formulate some of your initial requests, if you like.

-No.

-We can take a break

and resume afterwards,

if you want to put your ideas back in place.

-No it's OK.

He sniffs.

-Do you have any more questions?

Do you have more requests? - No.

It's good.

-I want to thank you both

for your confidence throughout this process.

THANKS.

-Thanks to you.

She walks away.

...

She takes her things.

-Chloe.

I want to tell you... I don't want you anymore.

-Good luck.

Hubbub

...

-Me, I am CPIP, like some of you here.

And I know how alone we can feel

and sometimes useless, powerless, in our jobs.

Even when we do our best.

At many times, we tell ourselves that that’s not enough.

I understand what you are looking for here.

We're not going to lie to each other,

restorative justice, it’s a combat sport.

Melancholic music

This is everything our time hates.

This is the end

of our fifth meeting.

Thanks again.

It takes a lot of time.

Many people.

It's uncertain, It doesn't suit everyone.

We can't always say how many times or until when.

And when you have completed your first devices

and that you will tell your colleagues, to your loved ones,

that at the end of the meetings,

the victims took selfies with the inmates,

some will call you naive.

Others will tell you that what you do is magical.

But you,

you will know that what you have done, It wasn't magic.

It was just work.

...

-Judith, I am writing to thank you

and tell you that I'm fine.

I felt it rising immense grief and anger

the months before the meeting.

A hatred, too.

And I closed this file.

I had to stop doing the amalgamation between him and the others.

Between him and men.

I met the wolf, it was my brother.

And I didn't die from it.

And it won't take the rest of my life.

In the end, when I turn around,

I want to be able to say that it existed and it was terrible.

But less serious than death of my father, who will die one day.

Or a friend's cancer that I might lose.

I am happy to have succeeded in hating him,

because I'm starting to feel ready to love.

Melancholic music

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