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Those guys with the armbands are cops.

They've got a great stylist.

-Let's put it on the website. -Good idea.

-Beer? -Yeah.

We're in shit. Is it coming along?

-We have to move fast. -It's moving.

I wanted to tell you. I'm done.

With what? A game?

Yeah. Take it out if you want.

It's all set. We can start whenever you want.

I didn't think it would work.

Will you come try it?

-What? -City Runner.

There's a part where you can beat up cops.

Some other time. I have to work tonight.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

Activists refuse to comment yesterday's protest in Geneva.

The protest was part of it.

It sets the tone for the days ahead.

In three weeks, the World Leader Summit

opens at the Gstaad Congress Center.

This year...

Lucie?

There you are.

Where were you?

I was at the press conference on yesterday's raid.

The Indymedia images clearly show

the cops disguised as hooligans.

Imagine the mess.

Then outside, there were more cops in combat gear,

right at the entrance.

Once the fake hooligans were in, they blocked the entrance.

Inside, you see the Fiasko guys trying to calm the cops down.

Then the cops start smashing everything,

then you see them get Molotov cocktails,

stupid things like that.

They could've used a warrant, but didn't.

Maybe they wanted to see if their batons still worked.

Maybe they were told to let the situation fester.

If that's what they wanted, they sure succeeded.

Hand me some panties?

Not bad this one.

-What do you think? -About?

The newscast.

-Interesting. -Interesting?

That's ideal propaganda, we're guilty, antidemocratic...

Alex!

Can't you talk about something else, just once?

-You forgot last Sunday's talk? -No, I didn't.

-It's just that... -I didn't stop thinking about it

and I'm not happy. A child needs both his parents

to talk to him, to play with him, to...

You'll never be able to find the time.

-How dare you say this? -Look at you, look at us...

We plan our conversations,

we never talk about us, you devote yourself to the world.

To see you naked, I have to catch you in the shower.

-What are you talking about? -Everything!

This arrangement sucks.

-You forgot about shopping? -Don't be ridiculous.

I just didn't have time. Can't you understand?

I understand very well, Alex. I always do.

But it's pissing me off and you don't get it.

I don't care about shopping.

What I want is to eat together from time to time.

I'd love to have a child, but not with...

Lucie!

Lucie, wait!

The WLS is in three weeks. Until then, I need to commit fully.

After, I'll have more time to discuss this.

I don't know if I'll still be here in three weeks.

-Hello. -Hello.

Alex!

-A drink? -No, not tonight.

-I have stuff to do. -OK. Do it well then.

-See you later! -Ciao.

How can you carry this around? Lucie has one too.

She got really angry today.

She doesn't get I don't have time...

Mind you, it's a good thing she doesn't...

Stop it! I'm really scared she'll leave me!

OK, so what? We give up, is that what you want?

Damn, I've been working on this for months.

And I've been cleaning their shitty offices for two years.

It's working. You only need to install it.

Sorry.

-Let's do this. -Listen well.

The virus will become active on the WLS opening day.

Until then, every three days, it'll make a false payment,

-so that they don't forget us. -That's stupid.

Once the virus is installed, we send them this message:

"Upon official cancellation of the World Leader Summit,

we will send Interbank Clearing Corporation the antivirus."

-A bit starchy, no? -Rewrite it, I won't get mad.

Lower, you'll find a mailing list.

You've got the ICC, the WLS, but also all the Summit guests.

-Impressive collection! -Easy as pie.

Anyone could've broken into their server.

-Ciao. -Hi.

-Beer? -Small one.

Two beers, please.

I can't believe it.

How long does it take to install the virus?

About 3 minutes.

-It depends on the computer. -I've got 5 to clean the office.

If I go over, the alarm goes off.

That's plenty.

-It's crazy, it's so small. -It's a Bluetooth card.

It generates the same impulses as a keyboard.

It sends signals straight to the computer.

Just slide it under the keyboard.

-I know. Is it reliable? -100%. Only you can mess up.

That's reassuring.

Tomorrow's D-day?

That leaves us three weeks till the Summit. It's perfect.

Death to WLS.

Who are you?

I'm a doctor.

You're in intensive care.

-I'm in a hospital? -Yes.

What happened?

-You had an accident. -What?

-Call Dr. König, please. -Right away.

You were hit by a car.

No kidding.

I can't remember anything.

You're just out of a coma.

Coma?

How long was I in a coma?

Today is the 21st of August.

The accident happened the evening of the 18th,

while you were coming home from work.

I can't even remember that.

What are the last things you remember?

The bar. I was in a bar with a friend.

Do you remember the date?

The day before.

Before the bar, I was at the workshop, at work.

Then...

At home with Lucie.

I remember it all.

Very good.

After the bar, you probably went home.

You went to bed.

I don't know.

There's no need to worry.

You've forgotten some events, but only those that happened

in the last few hours before the accident.

Hello, Mr. Bühler.

My name is König, I work in neuropsychology.

The crown...

Forgive me.

We were celebrating some very good news.

You're another cause to celebrate.

How do you feel?

All right.

My throat and head hurt a bit. But mostly, I...

He has retrograde amnesia of up to 24 hours.

Besides that, he reacts very well.

Don't worry.

As soon as you leave intensive care,

we'll run a series of tests on your memory.

Mr. Bühler, I'm really happy you regained consciousness.

Everything will be fine.

-See you later. -See you.

Bye.

...a massive sale followed, causing the shares to lose

28% of their value. IBSU sold its shares at a 9% loss,

and other shareholders followed. To the extent that tonight,

N-com is nearly ruined. IBSU lost ¤3.6 million in 3 hours.

A few isolated shareholders profited.

Market experts are stunned. Some believe it's insider dealing...

-How are you? -Fine, thank you.

I've brought your things.

Thank you.

Is something missing?

Yes...

A card.

It's like a credit card, but thicker.

Are you sure you had it on you that day?

Yes.

Well, no.

I don't know.

We put aside all items belonging to patients.

You can have visits tomorrow. Goodnight.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Hello. You've reached Hard and Soft,

the garden of computing pleasures.

Departures are from Monday to Saturday, 10 am to 7 pm.

Please note that this answering machine doesn't record insults.

C'mon, Fred, call me back!

Thanks.

Hi.

You all right?

It's good to see you.

-Come here, you. -What are you playing at?

I just came to see how you were.

Thank you for calling, I was worried.

Lucie, wait.

What's going on? You're still mad at me?

Mad?

I dunno. You're so formal.

"Thank you. I was worried."

What's that about?

Don't pretend, Alex. Please, just for once.

-What are you talking about? -C'mon, stop it! It's over!

What's over?

When did it happen?

The day of your accident.

You don't remember?

I've lost my memory of that day.

Guess it's a sign that I forgot the day you left me.

I didn't move out that day, did I?

Because I wouldn't remember where I went.

No.

-You're the one who moved? -Not yet.

Listen...

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I didn't think...

-Can I do something for you? -No, I'm fine.

There they are.

-Hello. Hello, Mr. Bühler. -Hello, Doctor.

I bring you a second visitor. See you later.

Mr. Pralong, my manager. My friend Lucie.

Miss. I hope you're all right?

-I'm fine. -I admit I feel responsible.

We shouldn't have let you go home after you fainted.

Fainted?

We found you on the floor next to your vacuum cleaner.

You went beyond the 5 minutes and it triggered the alarm.

-That means... -Yes.

I'm sorry. It's not fair in your case, but what can you do?

It's a policy that doesn't tolerate exceptions.

We'll miss you.

It's nice of you to have come.

It's the least I could do.

Perhaps I should leave you alone.

Miss.

Believe me, I'm happy to see you up and about.

Thanks. Bye.

What's unfair?

Whoever triggers the alarm is fired.

You're not serious?

This fainting...

Did you notice anything?

No, not really.

The last time we saw each other is when we split up.

Maybe it affected you more than you showed.

Of course it affected me. It affects me now.

And what happened the day before?

You came home late. You'd had a drink with Fred.

-Have you heard from him? -I told him about you.

-He has since disappeared. -Disappeared?

What is it? You want me to call somebody?

-Does it hurt? -No, no, I'm okay.

-I think I need some rest. -Shall I take you to your room?

No, I'll stay here.

Okay, I'm going, then.

I agree with your doctor. We don't need to keep you here

any longer.

We saw your scan this morning and there is no doubt:

your brain hemorrhage is completely resorbed.

As for your amnesia, I can propose something to you.

I am head of a research program.

In this context, I have developed a trans-cranial

magnetic stimulation system.

We're now at phase 3

and are conducting the last series of tests.

This treatment could help me regain my memory of that day?

It's very likely, but I can't promise anything yet.

-Any risks? -We've sometimes observed

a state of mild confusion that disappears during the day.

Generally, what do people who have amnesia like me do?

Nothing.

People aren't frantic to recover their memory of one day.

Setting up the electrodes is always a bit tedious.

Don't move.

-How long will it take? -About 30 minutes.

You can go home afterwards.

Perfect.

Lucie?

Everything okay?

I'll remove the electrodes.

This is crazy.

For me, the test was a success.

You react very well to the stimuli and I think that...

Wait! What have you done to me?

It's normal to feel a little unsettled.

That's why we have a psychological follow-up.

I'll leave you with Dr. Tarkova. You'll tell her your feelings...

-I've nothing to tell her. -You'll only say what you want.

The day of the accident is still a blur...

Mr. Bühler, it was only a test.

-I don't want your therapy. -We'll explain...

Don't make a rash decision.

I don't feel easy with that sort of thing.

Can I go now?

Hello. You've reached Hard and Soft, the garden of...

Shit!

-Hi, Luca! -Alex!

-How are you? -I'm fine. How about you?

Lucie said you lost your memory?

-Yeah, but I remember you. -Smart ass. It's not funny.

-Do you know where Fred is? -I was going to ask you that.

-I'll drop by. -Okay.

Lucie?

I'll call you back.

Me too. Ciao.

I dive in for two seconds.

How come you're moving out?

That's what we decided.

Decided!

I need a change of scene, I feel like changing everything!

I started sorting out my stuff.

It's incredible how much we've accumulated in 3 years.

I don't know if I'll keep the apartment.

I might have to start writing for a newspaper.

-Funny they don't mention it. -What?

The accident.

Not one word. Nothing!

Come on, Alex. They don't talk about every accident.

What is it? Is something wrong?

I'm fine.

If you want me to help you, you have to talk to me.

What's going on?

The evening of the accident, I was going to do something.

I don't know if I did it or not.

I gotta talk to Fred. Only he knows what happened.

You were together?

-Tell me where he is. -I don't know!

Thank you for dinner.

You're welcome.

The car came from here.

So, after work, I walked past the square, crossed the street,

-and that's where it happened. -That's what we think too.

And the driver?

The driver... Théodore Lambert.

He works in the shopping center.

When we arrived, he was in a state of shock.

Alex?

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm all right.

Missed again, huh? It's getting pathetic.

The screeching of the tires made me look outside the window.

I saw a car stopping and a guy lying beside it.

I didn't know it was you. I found out later.

-So we didn't work together? -No.

You insisted you wanted to do the basement.

And then?

Three ICC guys ran to you

and I imagine they called the ambulance.

Did you see who they were?

No, I just saw they came from the ICC.

-What else? -Honestly...

Anything... even details.

You came to work with a flashy new Walkman.

-Not your style at all. -Yes. I only used it once.

I can't believe it...

-I didn't mean to interrupt. -No, I was on my way.

-See you later. -Ciao, Rachid.

I almost didn't recognize you without your white coat.

-You're all right? -I'm fine.

Except for my memory.

I wanted to apologize for the way I left.

It wasn't... very polite.

You were upset by the experience, I imagine.

It was like a dream, but real...

Almost too real.

-Yes, I know. -You know what I saw?

No, I know what it does, not the content of your thoughts.

-Is there a way to find out? -That's impossible.

What we know is which part of your brain was active,

and at which moment.

For instance, activity in an area of long-term memory,

indicates a re-emerging memory.

But if the activity happens in the associative cortex,

it tells us you are inventing something new.

Now, if this activity in the associative cortex

is accompanied by activity in the claustrum, we can deduce

that you're having an erotic fantasy.

If, on top of it, the short-term memory is active,

it's likely that a recent event is part of this fantasy.

That's where my work begins.

I match what the patient tells me to the data from the machine.

The more he talks to me, the easier my task.

But I respect his silence.

The patient is the one who decides.

...the prosecution couldn't prove that access

to the WLS server had been properly protected.

Finally, Geneva's Chambre d'accusation ruled that the mere

act of copying e-mail addresses and credit card numbers

doesn't prove that the hacker intended to profit financially

or to destroy data.

The imprisonment of the young computer engineer was based on

an article of the Penal Code which carries severe penalties

for anyone who accesses protected data.

This condition being unmet, the Court sided with the defendant.

What my client has done is not illegal.

What's illegal is the careless way with which the WLS

treated the information concerning its members.

The Chambre d'accusation freed my client,

who had a clean record, and this should have happened long ago.

You're okay?

Shit.

-Is it Fred? -I don't know.

I'm gonna do this therapy anyway. It can't hurt.

Sure.

-I did the groceries. -So did I.

I'll cook something for us.

-You're not hungry? -Yes, I am.

Don't stay here, please. Get moving.

Five cops to put some tape in front of a broken door.

That's team spirit!

Hello. Do you know what happened?

Yes. Burglary.

It's the guy from the workshop, you know him.

-Yes, I know him. -We haven't seen him in a while.

-What happened to him? -I don't know.

-He was a bit weird, wasn't he? -He was. Never came for a drink.

Hello. I have an appointment with Dr. König.

I'll tell her. You can go ahead.

Are you feeling okay?

I'm fine.

Did you remember anything new?

No. Unfortunately not.

Excuse me.

That's fine.

August 29, 9:55 a.m.

Alex Bühler, second session on König II.

The patient didn't have any spontaneous recollections

since the preliminary session.

So, it's like last time. Focus on the pictures.

And try to stay awake for as long as possible.

All right.

YELLOW

BLUE

YELLOW

RED

Okay, do it. I'm watching you.

It's okay, but you could've dressed better.

You'll be filmed by four cameras.

-And gazed at by a fat watchman. -What do you know?

It may be broadcast on every channel in the world.

-It's up to you, buddy. -And up to this.

Yes. There are 12 steps in the installation.

At each step, the number goes up by one,

as if you were getting to the next song.

During the installation, you'll hear the Young Gods.

When it's over, the installation is complete.

-Don't you have anything calmer? -It's very calm.

Anyway, it's too late to change it.

So the installation finishes with the music?

Right.

The last three steps have nothing to do with installation.

They'll erase all traces from their system.

-It could help. -That's right.

Extra safety: If you press both buttons at the same time,

you erase the virus program. You never know.

Let's do a transmission test.

Press "Play."

Move a little.

No, not like that. Like this.

Okay, that's good. Move away a little.

Perfect.

Will the window appear during the installation?

Of course not.

Don't forget to move the mouse once a minute.

Or else the computer will ask me for the password. I know.

-Want a beer? -Sure.

Brain activity occurred at the back of the hippocampus,

an area inactive until now.

Feeling better?

These dreams are really...

-You mean the sessions? -Yes.

Is it true or not?

May I?

Did I imagine it or is it...

the memory of an actual event I experienced?

If tomorrow we talk about what's going on now,

we won't remember the exact same things.

What you've seen today, is what you'd be able to remember

were it not for the accident.

-Wanna talk about it? -No.

It's just a detail.

It's up to you.

We could make faster progress,

if we sort this kind of detail.

YOUR LOCK HAS BEEN CHANGED BY POLICE ORDER.

MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT.

-Oh hi! -Hi!

-So how did it go? -Did you see Fred?

-No, why? -His keys were in the lock.

-You're hallucinating... -That would explain the panties.

I don't get it.

The ones I gave you after we screwed in the shower.

The night of the accident, I found them in Fred's pocket.

My panties in his pocket?

You're off your rocker.

Is that even worthy of an answer?.

First of all, I don't give my panties away.

Second of all, I wouldn't cheat on you with Fred.

He's unattractive.

-You've told me already. -Which means?

You're misleading me.

Alex.

You're becoming paranoid.

Is the therapist messing with your mind?

I can't go on, Alex. I want out.

-You're serious? -Totally.

I've tried everything, I'm at my wits' end.

Don't sulk now! You won't even notice I'm gone.

I need you.

-I love you! -Do you now?

So you want me to stay with you, because you need me?

What I need or want, you don't give a shit!

-It's two short weeks... -Then it'll be something else,

-and so on and so forth. -It's very important.

It won't happen again.

You're not gonna ruin everything for two weeks?

Lucie!

OK.

Here's what I propose:

Take your two weeks. But spend the evening with me tonight.

Let's do something together.

-Tomorrow night. -Why? Your cleaning job?

You call them and you tell them you're sick.

I have an appointment after.

Lucie!

Hi.

I'm gonna get in trouble if it's not clean.

Thank you.

Nothing unusual on the video.

-Can I put all this away? -Yes.

-Are you OK? -Yes. Can I have five seconds?

By all means. Call the IT guy.

Please check the computer log.

Can I?

It was inactive during my absence.

-Your cleaning guy may go. -Come with me.

Are you OK?

Stimulation provoked intense brain activity.

I've also noticed an increase in cardio-respiratory activity.

Once again, the patient's speech was fragmented.

Hello!

Sacha, I didn't tell you, because I wanted to protect you.

I believed in your moral and scientific integrity.

I never thought you could be manipulated. And now...

Nothing's changed!

What could I have done without the grant from the Foundation?

Give up? So close to our goal?

Put away.

Bluetooth.

Computer log.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello. -Hello, sir.

It's you!

-I have to talk to you. -Can't it wait till tomorrow?

-That'll be 2.80. -It'll take two seconds.

Listen, I had a bad day.

Thanks.

It's better if we talk tomorrow.

OK. See you tomorrow then.

See you tomorrow.

-Your change. -Sorry.

Just two seconds.

I must've lost them.

Either that or Gabrielle took them.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

12.

Can I put away?

Bluetooth.

Computer log.

Shit.

Out.

You're out of your mind.

Bitches!

"Mr. Bühler, I can't know what you're dreaming of..."

-Maybe they didn't get it all. -But you did?

They could very well test their crap on a loser like me.

Maybe they even called the cops.

Although I don't think this tape is evidence. Not anymore.

What's wrong?

You were bummed out that night I asked you to stay with me!

I should've accepted.

You could've told me.

Nobody knew. Really nobody.

It was a matter of security.

It's a matter of trust.

You can never be too cautious.

I even forgot the card under the keyboard.

Apparently, they didn't find it. They would've questioned you.

Question a guy with amnesia?

I'd have to talk to Fred. He didn't call you?

You're kidding, right?

I didn't give him my panties! I didn't sleep with him.

I don't give a shit about him. I only care about you.

-What are you doing here? -I'm returning this, as usual.

Thanks.

I didn't mean to interrupt, but I got this postcard.

It looks like Fred's handwriting.

"Gas station, Sept. 7, 11 a.m. Bring City Runner."

So much intrigue over a game!

-All right, I better go. -Thanks.

Sorry for earlier.

I don't know whom to trust anymore.

-What's that? -Something at the hospital.

That's Tarkova.

And that's König.

You knew this project could further medical research,

save people who've lost hope.

You also knew it could be used for unethical reasons.

In spite of that, you've trusted me.

I'm lucky to be surrounded by such a team.

You've supported me even when funding was cut.

-I'll never forget this. -Me neither.

Let's toast to the good news.

Good news?

Excuse me, Doctor, Mr. Bühler regained consciousness.

Thank you.

The tape doesn't prove everything.

Good. Now, he has a reason to come back.

We have an appointment in half an hour.

What if he speaks to the media?

We lose our funding.

The army takes over our research.

We lose everything.

There's only one solution.

That'll over-stimulate...

He has to forget the last few days.

It might cause identity disturbance.

Sacha!

If we stop our work now,

thousands of people will be stuck with disturbed identities.

Let me talk to him.

Maybe he doesn't know anything and you're worrying for nothing.

You can try if you want, but do prepare the program.

I'm going to psychiatry. A difficult case is on the way.

We may need help to get him to do another session.

Patient Bühler.

September 7 session.

Gabrielle asked me to install P27-extended.

Hi.

-You lied to me! -Lied?

You told me you couldn't know what I see during our sessions.

That's correct.

Last time, we stimulated by mistake the language area,

which explains why you talked during the session.

I talked it over with Dr. König yesterday.

Don't forget it's still at the experimental stage.

Errors can occur.

We apologize for that.

So our meeting in town was coincidental, I suppose?

I have to admit it was partly organized.

You were the ideal candidate for our tests.

We had to try our luck again.

And you recovered part of your memory, no?

It was worth it.

Given the results, we need one or two more sessions.

I've nothing new to learn.

Some details might resurface.

Also, I'd like to make sure the stimulation

of the language area ceased.

We can watch the video after.

OK.

Dr. König has spent a lifetime developing this system.

We've reached the end stage of our studies.

Soon medicine will have a device to treat neurological patients.

Recovery will happen faster and at a lesser cost.

Who's funding your research?

The National Science Foundation.

-No private funding? -Yes. From time to time.

Right now, it's the ICC.

In exchange, you rummage through my brain.

You've taken risks, because if this gets out...

You think you're stronger than the others?

What do you think I was doing?

I was about to blur your mind!

Wait! You won't be able to leave the hospital.

The ICC people are waiting for you.

I'll show you the staff entrance.

Wait, two minutes ago, you were blurring my mind and now...

But I didn't do it!

-I'm coming back. -What do you need?

-Evidence. -Wait!

Here. It's got all the records.

Where do I drop you off?

Why are you doing this?

Answer me!

Where to?

Straight ahead.

-Who is she? -My doctor.

-What's she doing here? -She helped me escape.

Some guys from the ICC were waiting for me.

Now we tie her to a tree, or what?

We take her along. She has stuff to tell us.

-Did you bring the game? -Not now...

-Did you bring it? -I did. Calm down.

It's got everything on it!

FOR LUCIE

I hope you brought your toothbrush.

-Where are we going? -On vacation.

-What do the ICC guys look like? -No idea. I didn't see them.

-Did you see them? -No.

At least we know.

I'm gonna call home.

I'll drive you straight to the ICC, if you want.

-You need to call someone too? -No.

-Is your phone off? -Yes.

Can I see?

You're behind all the Stock Exchange problems?

Not all. Only two per week.

You think they're gonna cancel the WLS?

We'll see.

I doubt your plan will change anything.

At least we tried.

Anybody here?

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Would you have two rooms?

Fill in the forms and return them to me before leaving.

Two days before the WLS, wild rumors are going around:

some say the event will be cancelled,

others that it'll be postponed.

The Minister of Security tried to calm fears. He stated:

"My men control the situation, and I will not tolerate

any provocation from anti-WLS militants."

Why didn't you contact me sooner?

Because I was scared, what do you think?

I wanted to minimize the risks I was taking.

What about you?

Why did you install it? You knew you had no time.

I don't know.

I was in one of those states... I really don't know.

It doesn't matter. Beer?

You think we can manage to avoid jail?

There's no reason they should call the cops.

If the virus story gets out, they risk a stock market crash.

Mind you, I prefer the cops to the ICC guys.

In the meantime, I'll extract the antivirus. You never know.

I'll go check up on her.

Are you OK?

Hello.

Are you OK?

Did you sleep well?

It's busy.

Alex, did you taste the pears?

Not yet. How are they?

-A little hard. -And pretty huge.

I bet it was a special delivery for us.

I don't get it. Why not get us at the hotel?

It's true. They weren't very discreet.

Good point.

-They wanted us to leave. -Why?

-So they could chase us. -It doesn't make any sense.

Don't drive so fast!

Why not call the police?

Shit, slow down...

We can't think!

It's not a bad idea to call the cops.

So the ICC guys get searched too and don't get the antivirus.

Shit!

What do you think, Alex?

What's this shit?

Put your hands on the car and spread your legs.

Your papers, please.

Why do you behave like gangsters?

We didn't know you were cops. We got scared.

You ran out of the hotel. Why?

-It was a game. -A game?

Yeah. We were at the hotel, we couldn't get ourselves to leave,

so we thought: "Let's make a run for the car."

Of course.

All clear.

Good.

Open the trunk, please.

-What's in the bag? -Some personal items.

Do you mind?

-No luggage, madam? -No.

-He wanted to surprise me. -Who?

Alex.

No luggage either?

No, it would've ruined the surprise.

Not bad.

Check what's in it.

I'm sorry, but it's very fragile. I don't like it when...

-Just do it. It'll go faster. -Open the recent documents file.

Then click on "absolut.exe."

It's not a document. It doesn't open.

I'm a programmer and I develop programs.

So it's a program. Why can't we open it?

Of course you can, but it's written in computer language.

Show us anyway.

Looks OK to me.

We'll let you carry on with your surprise.

-What about the girl? -Well, it was an accident.

Let's go!

So you've just watched the movie for the first time.

I'd like to put this interview at the end, like an epilogue.

So start by introducing yourself,

I mean start by saying who you are in the movie.

I am the character you named Lucie.

Do you identify with it?

Yes.

But you told the story,

from the point of view of the character you called Alex.

For me, the story actually starts now...

at the end of your movie.

Tell us about it.

I received the psychiatrist's tape, Alex had sent me.

I received it the day the WLS opened.

That tape allowed me...

to reconstruct the story.

So I was waiting for him to come back.

I wanted to hear from him. But I wasn't getting anything.

Obviously.

A month and a half later, I went to the police,

and I asked them to investigate, I even brought them the tape.

They opened an investigation, but it was stalling.

They kept stonewalling,

to a point where I didn't know who...

was in charge...

anymore.

That's it. My house was broken in twice.

The second time, they smashed everything.

I got scared, so I went abroad.

This is it.

How did you find out about their death?

In the newspapers.

The newspapers were sent to me.

That's it. One day, I stumbled upon

an article that said they had been found in a lake, in a car.

It was horrible, just like you showed us,

only we'll never know how it actually occurred.

We'll never know.

That's all.

OK, thank you.

Subtitles: TV5 Québec Canada