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That's you all right, Franckie.

It's better like this.

NUDE

Fuck!

Franck Fish! Back from the dead!

Hide, everyone!

- Don't eat us! - No chance of that.

You're fatter. It makes your thingy look smaller.

There's no need to hide it.

- Isn't mocking appearances passe? - Only if it's not true.

So you're still a jerk.

That's true.

Franck, come here.

After eight years I have to update your details.

Even bank accounts? Can anyone see them?

Yes.

Not yours yet. You need to validate first.

- Put your thumb here. - What if I don't?

- Anything to hide? - No, but...

You can opt out. But I'll have to report it.

Your reasons for withholding your details will be investigated.

You risk two years, renewable. And you can't come here.

Well?

All right...

- Where shall I sit? - Use that desk.

Isn't that Ramos's?

He quit. He had trouble adjusting to the Law.

- Where's my gun? In storage? - Talk to the boss first.

- No one told you? - Told me what?

Hello, Franck. I'm Division Inspector Primus, your boss.

Are you having me on?

Hazing! Okay... Excellent, guys.

Very funny. All right...

I'm the virtual double of retired Division Inspector Gobelec.

You can call me “sir” or “Primus”.

Or P or 2. It's up to you.

- What the hell... - Don't be rude, Franck. Okay?

I have a short fuse.

All right... Why can't I resume service?

You're not up to it physically, mate.

I'm super fit.

For sumo maybe, not for the police. You're a bit paunchy, aren't you?

-Because I'm sitting. -Your file says your heart is weak.

While we run tests, you'll work at Reception.

- Reception? - Yes. Routine police work.

Cats stuck in trees, petty thefts by Monaco refugees...

Most of the time, it's quiet. Except for the Lanvin case.

I could help with that.

No, it's far too sensitive. You have no idea, mate.

The chiefs are on my back.

You can sort through the denunciation reports.

Fish!

Don't even think about it.

I'll smash your face in!

We can be good friends like in the old days.

Sure. Like in the old days.

Occupation?

Real estate agent.

Are you?

I'll soon be looking for an apartment.

One bedroom, sitting room, balcony...

Private. No street view.

It all depends on your income.

Are you a police secretary?

I'm a police lieutenant.

You look more like a secretary.

- It's temporary. - Sorry?

It's temporary.

I see you don't earn much.

But the owner is a friend and he likes public servants.

Then...

Most importantly, I want shutters.

Why? Anything to hide?

No.

- What about the bond? - Two years' rent.

I'll ask my parents.

At your age?

So you're here to report... an elephant.

No, a man who calls himself Elephant. Look...

I'm not saying he's up to no good. I just find him weird.

He's a gutter punk, with cats.

He used to take the bins out at 7.30 p.m. Now he does it any time.

Yet the public data show no change in his schedule.

Fishy, isn't it? Could be linked to the Lanvin case.

Next time, just post a comment on our website.

He could be a house-bound recalcitrant.

They drink urine to avoid going out for tea.

- Why don't you leave him alone? - What?

Coming from you? A policeman?

We're asked to report people and look how you treat us!

- Can I see someone else? -Yes. Lucie, please...

- What is it? - He won't take my statement.

- Is that true? - It's about bins.

You have to.

-You give me orders now? -I'm your boss.

- Take his statement, please. - Or I'll report you.

As for your apartment...

Kindly give the exact times the bins are taken out.

Mondays, 3.30 p.m...

Ten now! You can do it.

Franck...

- Drop the towel. - They're all staring in the mirror.

This View stuff is crazy.

You know everything about everyone.

- Can anyone snoop? - They can but don't necessarily want to.

Most people don't.

And you know when they do. Searches are public.

It's gone so far...

To us, it's normal.

As long as you have nothing to hide. The naked truth...

Transparency.

I've been wondering...

Where did you hide the cash from the drugs?

- Don't worry. - No, tell me.

I want to show Eva I'm not a loser.

I want my share.

- Any problem with the redhead? - No. He vanished.

I hope you didn't con him. I don't want him trying to kill me again.

Don't be silly. It's all clean.

I sold the drugs you took from the station.

Great... When do I get my money

- Give me a few days. I can't just... - How many days?

You know what?

We should go fishing one day.

You'd reconnect with nature. It would do you good.

It would help you relax. Chill out, mate!

Come on. Another one.

Fishing, that's right...

Lower, Franckie. Bludger...

You've clogged up the gutter with your cigarette butts.

You really are a pain in the arse.

I see.

Fine, I get it. I'll move out as soon as I can.

- Leave him alone. - Dad's right.

It's true.

-I need my own place. - You need a girlfriend, that's all.

I'm still married to Eva.

It's time to move on now.

If only I could turn back the clock.

Change everything...

Sometimes I think I'm still in a coma.

I'm in a bad dream and I'll wake up.

No...

This is the reality, darling.

This is your life.

Still awake, Franckikky?

- Thinking of Eva? -I don't want to talk about it.

I know what sent you to sleep when you were little!

I'm not four any more.

Can't I read to you?

Here it is...

Sweet or savoury?

- Savoury. - All right.

So...

Here.

“Lasagne.

“Ingredients.

“250 grams of beef mince.

“150 grams of sausage meat.

“One tin of diced tomatoes.

“Onions.

“Carrots.

“Tomato sauce.

“Into a casserole or a cooking pot,

“put a little olive oil...”

How are you, Vava?

Franck, you know I like you.

I do remember the good times.

But in all transparency, you're a pain.

So this is where you work.

It's like Big Brother.

View means safety for all

and jobs all over Europe

in maintenance, data management...

The unemployment rate is under 3% now, except in Italy.

Not bad, is it?

You've become the head of the KGB.

Enjoying the dictatorship?

Everyone agreed to it. It was set up democratically and collaboratively.

- And the recalcitrants? - Be careful. That's how it starts.

A grudge, a yearning for the past...

People stop going out, start drinking their own urine...

It's over between us but I do worry. I want you to readjust.

So you dump me?

You're persistent.

like you, Franck.

You're an old-fashioned guy.

The world's changed, you haven't. It's touching.

Is work going well?

Yes.

Actually, no. I'm bored.

Things have changed. We can't complain about that.

I can ask your boss to give you more rewarding work.

Would you like that?

- Why would you do that? -I like you.

I want to help you, to put you back on track.

You're family now.

You're telling us a beautiful story.

The story of a survivor,

a man from an old world struggling to join the new world.

I hope the story has a happy ending. That's up to you.

Poor soul...

- Get him! - The guy from Monaco!

- Stay still. - Let me out!

I'm somebody! I know the prince!

That's all gone, son. Monaco sank.

You're lucky we let you lot in.

Here's how you thank us... By thieving and wearing clothes.

Well done, Franckie. Thank you.

Fish, well done with the guy from Monaco!

- Thanks. -I got a phono call.

You're back in the field, mate.

A present from the mayor. He likes you.

Or it's to make up for screwing your wife.

You're perking up. That's good.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

One minor change...

Franck... you don't need the full kit.

I like it.

So you're the new trainee...

Trainee?

Yes, you're just here as an observer. Don't interfere.

Stand back.

If you have any questions or need help, don't hesitate to ask me.

As we know, Pujol isn't all that sharp.

Come on, move your truck...

I warn you, it's not pretty.

Sorry, I can't get used to it.

Clothes...

No external injuries.

No bruising.

Yes?

There's something in his throat.

- Have you looked there? - Not yet.

This is strange.

It looks like...

I'll run a test.

Is it cotton?

It looks like a piece of male underwear.

He was choked with underwear?

Bastards...

But...

Nothing.

Subtitles: Odile Blandeau Robyn Fallick