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You were very lucky.

You landed on a children's jumping castle.

You'd probably be dead otherwise.

I slipped.

Why did you do it?

And in that awful suit?

For everyone's sake I suggest we don't talk about it again.

Get some rest.

We'll get you some food.

We had no idea you were so desperate.

We'll go home and Mum will take good care of you.

Could you wait outside? I'd like to talk to your son.

We'll get you some food.

Right...

You'll need psychological support,

a radical treatment to readjust to society.

What do you have in mind? More rehab?

I'm talking about a real challenge.

A laying bare.

NAKED

It's fine, Doctor. I get the idea.

Untie me, Doctor!

Franck...

you're being filmed.

Today's exercise consists in hearing comments by some local kids,

who will be looking at you.

They'll be merciless, of course.

It will prepare you for Part Two of your laying bare.

What Part Two?

This guy looks like a fucking ape!

A 300-year-old ape. His balls look like two old prunes.

Hey, missing link! Your dick's in 2D! Can't you get a pump to blow it up?

Shut up!

They can't hear you. And even if they could...

Kids...

That fatso looks like a wine cask!

- Enough. - Press the knob and wine comes out.

Come back, yeti!

Take a seat.

- Are you scared? - Scared of what?

- Laying bare. -No.

Okay, I get it...

Here! Is that what you want?

Enjoy it. Take a good look.

Sorry...

I didn't know.

Stand in front of the mirror.

What do you see?

Me.

What else?

I don't know.

What do you see?

Nothing special.

What would you like to see, Franck?

Ideally...

A hotshot.

A policeman?

Maybe.

In uniform?

Yes.

You need clothes to be a hotshot?

Obviously. Don't tell them or they'll lock me up again.

So you're not a man without your uniform?

What are you, then?

I don't know. Your questions suck.

A child?

I wouldn't say that.

A child whose dad was a policeman...

in a uniform.

A weak, naked child. Is that what you want to hide?

I told you. I see a man.

Good.

Come here.

Now describe me.

-What do you mean? -Tell me what I'm like.

You're a woman.

Be more precise. Describe my body.

You're naked.

Your skin is quite pale.

You have ginger hair.

- That's it. - What strikes you about me?

Nothing. Except your eyes.

-The fact I'm blind? -Yes.

- Why don't you say it? - Because...

- You're blind! - You struggle with the truth.

Come with me.

- How's Mr Fish's rehab going? - Good.

He's beginning to realise things, to find himself...

I'm helping him re-centre.

Not getting too close, I hope.

We're dubious about some of your methods.

Are you? Which ones?

What you call the Circle of Love, for example.

It aims at creating a loving environment.

What about professional distance, Dr Leroy?

Isn't it the basis of therapy?

I hear you crossed the line last year...

It's not true.

Hearsay. I respect the ethics of my profession.

If it's an issue, why hire me?

Dr Claouey, your predecessor...

has become a recalcitrant.

He never leaves his cellar.

And your rates are low.

My methods work. I cure fear of heights.

Is it safe? Ever lost a patient?

Never!

Let me do my job.

The Transparency Law has improved security.

It hasn't reduced social inequality and the resulting frustration and animosity.

It's the real cause of violence and terrorism.

My job is to work on that.

I get my patients to see the truth, the harsh sides of society...

Very well. But no misconduct.

Give us Mr Fish back fit and well.

You can count on me.

- Here... - We can't go any further.

- Hop up. -I know what you're trying to do...

Do you?

- Is it part of the therapy? - Of course.

It's modern.

Go ahead.

-Stay with me. -I'm right here.

Walk.

I'll fall.

- Are you scared of heights? - Now...

hold your hand.

Transparency isn't just about public data.

It's about how we relate to ourselves.

With honesty.

With truthfulness.

Do you understand?

I'm starting to.

You can't hide.

You're scared to show the little boy in you,

hidden, scared, weak...

So you want a superhero outfit, a cop outfit...

You lie to protect yourself. You even lie to me.

Sorry.

Saying sorry is the first step to recovery.

I'm not sick.

You tried to kill yourself.

No, I slipped!

Whatever.

Don't fear the laying bare.

Don't fear helplessness.

Accept your fragility and you'll feel lighter.

Lighter?

The weight of clothing is the weight of disguise.

You may not see it but there's goodness in you.

Something exceptional, even.

You're so busy hiding...

begrudging the world,

it blinds you.

But you can see.

You can see better.

You can see further.

Thank you.

Thanks for everything, Fanny. Without you...

What?

You're pretty.

That's the truth.

- See you soon, Franck. - See you soon.

Hello...

You look so well, darling.

Thank you, Doctor.

I understand so many things now. I'm a new man.

We've set up your room. You'll like it.

I'm not coming home.

Why not? Our home is your home.

Sure, but I'm a new man.

This is a fresh start.

I'm proud of you.

Okay, I'd better ask Lucie.

What about the redhead?

-I feel so guilty. - You should.

You're not off the hook yet.

you could have asked.

- He was out there with his box. - And you said yes!

- It's just for a few days. - A few days. Are you kidding?

I already put up with him at work.

- Come on, it's Christmas. - It's not.

You know what I mean.

At Christmas you give money to police orphans. You don't take in couch-surfers.

- It's Franck! - Exactly.

- He saved your life. - How long will I hear that?

The bullet may have missed. The redhead was a crap shot.

Such bad faith...

He says he's changed.

His suicide changed him.

His suicide attempt...

His slip.

Come on...

It will be a change. Just a few days.

And it could be fun.

Define fun.

You know...

He'd better leave everything spotless,

not touch my tablet, not smoke...

He swore we could trust him.

Got a minute?

-Can't it wait till I'm naked? -No, I need to know...

- Does Kamel know about all this? - All what?

Us.

No, he doesn't.

I'll talk to him, tell him the truth.

Shut it. Now's not the time.

It's part of my therapy.

For years, you were all lies and bullshit.

Now all is well, you have to own up

All isn't well. I tried to kill myself.

Well, almost.

And frankly...

seeing you, of all people, living a lie

really hurts me.

Some truths are best left unsaid.

Really? That's not transparent. What would Lanvin say?

-I could report you. You're a cop. - Stop it!

Listen, Lucie...

Trust me. break it to him gently.

Have you finished?

Thank you.

I slept with Lucie.

- As if that's okay... - Transparency. The new Franck.

Today?

No! Before my accident.

- Which one? It's hard to know. - My coma.

One thing led to another...

It was a work thing. Cops often do it.

It's like rock-climbing weekends.

No problem.

Great.

- We're square. -No.

Sleeping with a mate's chick is nothing like stealing his cash,

especially that much cash.

I've thought of something.

I might be able to get into the police

with your help.

You failed the physical.

I had too much pineapple Malibu the night before.

You're not exactly an athlete yourself.

You're thinking of the old Franck.

I'm the new Franck.

The update.

Come on...

What do you see?

I'll tell you what I see.

Starsky and Hutch.

Sonny and Crockett.

You and me, partners... We'd be kings.

A lethal weapon.

With a lot of imagination.

Lethal Weapon 2.

Lethal Weapon 3.

Kamel and Franck.

Yes...

- What's up? - Put your vest on. There's trouble.

- Have you told Kamel? - Yes. He doesn't care.

- He doesn't care? - I'll be right back.

WE WILL CLOTHE YOU

CLOTHES WILL WIN

Subtitles: Odile Blandeau Robyn Fallick