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I'd like to explain my actions to him...

...because when I killed Marc, I wasn't in my normal state.

In what way?

Sorry... Please go on.

I don't remember what I was saying.

You said you were in the grip of something.

Yeah, I was drunk.

He'd also been drinking.

Dis you both have a problem with alcohol?

Yes.

It happens.

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

...sincerely, with a clear head...

...what had happened.

And that I apologise.

We've both lost a lot.

You feel that you lost as much as her?

No, no, of course not. Sorry.

She lost her son because of me. I'll never forgive myself.

But I lost as well.

I lost my partner. My daughter lost her father.

I don't even know if I'll ever get my daughter back.

It's not easy.

Of course, I understand.

So... you understand...

Really?

Sorry, I interrupted you.

But it's not terrible.

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 down, I wanted to support her.

Do it by listening to her... That's what will work best.

- Oh, it was hard. - Yeah?

I did something stupid.

I had trouble listening. I was too stressed.

It wasn't smooth, it was cut off.

You interrupted her. Yes.

Her silences were not respected.

Too many comments, Michel.

Many closed questions. Too many suggestions, Fanny.

Too much judgment.

I didn't think I was being judged.

I tried to goad her... to get her to open up.

You have to stop doing that.

Goading is not your job.

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

You're not a probation counsellor here.

You have to get out of your usual posture.

You must be yourself.

What you propose to these people, is the opposite of what is usual.

We don't speak for them.

We're 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... Right?

Convince yourself or look elsewhere.

If you allow them to think, they will.

Otherwise they'll say what they always said.

And not say what they've always not said...

"You take up too much room."

Give them room.

You don't know this person.

Let her teach you.

Follow her without judgment, without diagnosis.

Air-plane mode!

Did you feel well listened-to?

Er... Yes.

Er... No.

You felt welcomed, respected, considered... it's already good...

But you didn't feel listened-to.

Forgive me for being harsh, but it's too important.

You have to understand that.

Absolutely understand it.

"Restorative justice" is a combat sport.

I shall always see your faces

- Hi. - You OK? [A year later]

Come on...

Off we go!

Have you cut your hair?

Yes, Martine made me get a new look.

Looks good.

A little longer, It suits you too.

You always look good.

We're going to be fair with the next appointment.

I thought I’d be late, but...

We have to allow more time in prison.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Well...

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

I'm a probation counsellor...

...and trained facilitator for restorative justice.

I'm Michel.

I'm a retired state-school teacher.

I'm a victim-assistance volunteer

...and trained facilitator for restorative justice.

How's it with you?

How's it going at the moment?

Stupendous.

It'd be great if you could tell us a few things about yourself.

My name is Nassim.

I'm 29.

All right...

Thank you, Nassim, and...

Could you explain to us how...

...you knew about restorative justice?

My counsellor told me about it.

What did you understand about it?

What do you know?

Victims meet inmates?

Yes, that's it.

It's a setup that offers the possibility of a meeting

...between persons committing offences...

and victims of the same type of crimes...

...in this case, here, robbery with violence.

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, doesn’t it?

The judge likes it.

There's my audience.

We can't tell you too much.

It's based on volunteering.

And it's free. It cost's you nothing.

But there's no compensation, either.

It doesn't lead to sentence reduction or anything else.

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

You can ask questions.

Tell what you experienced, how you experienced it.

I've told what I've done, many times.

I don't want to go back over it again.

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.

I was on the right path.

And indeed, it continued...

Hello?

Hi.

Yeah, it's been forever.

It's nice to hear from you.

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

And you?

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

I'm calling you, because you're in our records.

Yes, 5 years ago, following a robbery.

You asked for help.

I'd 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 told me.

And I want...

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

I want to arrange to meet him so as not to meet him by chance.

He had a restraining order.

Now this is no longer the case.

And I can't stop him...

...from coming back and living here.

Nor from frequenting certain places.

That's it... We need to agree on things.

- Things? - Well...

When does he go to the cemetery?

To the cinema.

To the swimming pool.

That's the least of it.

And some cafes, maybe.

Some restaurants.

What days, what times.

I don't know how you organise...

..that.

To begin with, we'll clarify your expectations.

Afterwards, I'll take your request to...

What do we call him?

I don't know.

As you wish.

- What's his name? - Benjamin.

Delarme.

Mr Delarme?

OK.

So I'll take your request to Mr Delarme.

If he agrees to the mediation process...

...I'll see each of you, alone...

...every two weeks for six months.

We can add other interviews, depending on necessity.

How will you contact him?

I can contact the probation office, who had to supervise him.

Unless you have a number or an address.

I've nothing.

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 too sudden.

Yeah.

But it can't be her.

I don't trust her.

All right.

So, how do we start?

How you want to.

Do you need to know all the facts?

Tell me what you think I need to hear...

...to support you in your approach.

Okay, well, I'll get started.

It's going to be quite long.

Take your time.

I was sexually assaulted and raped by my older brother.

From the age of 7. He was 13 years old.

He tried to sodomise me when I was 12.

It hurt me, I screamed.

He didn't manage to get back in.

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.

But I did it.

There was a trial, he admitted the facts.

But he said he didn't know that I didn't want to do it.

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 3 years in prison and then he went to live elsewhere.

And we never saw each other again.

That was 12 years ago.

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

I did an interview, I have to notate it.

At my first trial, I got 15 years.

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

And at the last, 10 years.

I started to think.

The judge saw I wasn't the same anymore.

I didn't understand why I got hit with so much.

There was no death, or injury or stuff involved.

The victims said any old thing.

They confused everyone. Said I did this and that.

They actually couldn't recognise me.

How do you think the victims experienced the events?

I don't know.

I wanted to say to them...

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

“And you, well, it’s over."

"Take your money and go, enjoy!"

“You’re frozen. Gotta move.”

I don't understand why they can't get over it...

...and that's the truth.

I just don't understand.

Good morning.

Come in.

- I brought you some macaroons. - No thanks.

They're too sweet for me.

Would you like a coffee?

Perfect.

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 fiancee, 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.

The new kitchen tiles are attractive.

They're not new at all.

At least 10 years old.

Here.

Bitch!

Damned bitch!

What a fucking bitch!

What a damned slut!

Those shitty macaroons I should have given her.

"Don't worry. They're not sweet, they're crap."

Are you going to see him?

If he accepts, yes.

- You'll tell him what? - I'll carry your request...

...stated precisely, in your own words.

Ah, I've got macaroons.

- Like some? - No thanks.

They're not sweet.

Well, with pleasure.

After.

Submitting a request means coming back with an answer.

For you to receive an answer.

If he accepts, how will you react?

I'll be relieved, I imagine.

Because then we can sort it all out.

I'll be less afraid all the time, of running in to him.

But maybe not.

Maybe I'll be very afraid.

I'll become totally insomniac. Even more than usual.

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

I won't get any sleep.

You won't be able to sleep?

Yeah.

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

I didn't know that it stopped for good.

I was waiting for it to start again.

It had always started again.

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

I'm not afraid to see him, in the sense that he'd attack me.

I'm not afraid of him, actually.

I'm just afraid of...

I don't know.

This dialogue you want to open with Mr Delarme...

...doesn't have to be a face-to-face meeting.

There are other ways of dialoguing. Telephone, exchange of letters...

...videoconferencing...

No, but I want to see him.

It's important.

Why is that important to you?

I don't know.

I feel like I have to.

Yes, hello, my name is Judith.

I'm a lawyer at the Assistance to Victims Association.

And a trained mediator for restorative justice.

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

Well, Ms Chloe Delarme contacted us.

She launched a restorative mediation initiative on October 8.

She would like to have the opportunity for an exchange with you...

...in order to agree on organisational points...

...to make both your daily lives 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're sorry...

By...

...not accusing us, but...

...telling us we're guilty.

How would it feel to hear that?

That I'm guilty?

Well, it's true.

There are victims who are angry.

If they speak to you a little harshly...

...how do you think you'd react?

If they say to you...

"Yes, what you did was...

"it's not... It's just not done!"

You've no respect for others, or human life.

You are selfish, cowardly.

You play it cool, but you're not even a man.

That's it.

You... You don't give 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 got a life sentence.

My whole life.

They can. I've no answer.

Maybe you won't hear that.

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

We want you to be prepared for it.

Thursday, will you have the energy

for an interview after your salsa?

There's a possible niche for Mrs Benoit

between 7.30 and 8.30pm.

So I'll drop you off at salsa, I'll wait for you...

..and away you go.

You make life hard. My boyfriend will kill me.

Does Martine say anything?

He's fed up with me.

- Mr Delarme? - Yes.

Judith.

- Can you hear me well? - Fine.

I met Benjamin, the big brother of my victim, Chloe.

And?

He agrees to enter into 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 realised

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.

Shrivelled.

Anything.

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

...but we are looking for a present participle.

Do you understand the principle of crosswords?

Yes, it fits.

- Ra-ta... - Tin.

It doesn't fit!

It's unbelievable... These popcorns are a scourge.

Michel...

You are truly an exceptional being.

- Are you aware of it? - Totally.

Do you think that you make love well?

You have to ask Martine. But I think I can defend myself.

I'm sure.

May I?

- Judith! - Sit down.

What are you drinking?

A glass of wine.

White.

A glass... sorry... 2 white wines, please.

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

Are you still okay?

He pisses us off.

Even without that, I can't go straight back, I need a screen.

Thank you sir.

Have you seen the brother?

I have. So?

Listen, it's okay.

It was tricky, but it happened.

You weren't on tenterhooks?

I don’t think so, why?

I have trouble with sexual attackers.

Thieves and murderers are fine.

I manage, I can get along with them.

But with rapists...

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

I'll be careful next time.

Cheers.

- Cheers. - Chin.

Here's to friends!

Good morning.

Judith. Restorative justice.

Gregoire... Pleased to meet you.

Good morning.

Hello, Judith.

This is Nawelle. Judith, who works with us.

- Hello, Sabine. - Gregoire.

Sabine.

- Nice to meet you, Nawelle. - Nawelle.

Hello, Gregoire. How are you?

- Thanks very much. - Sabine.

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's coffee too.

I'd 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 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.

But...

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

It 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's great.

My children don't understand my approach.

They're afraid that I'll relapse!

Yeah.

It never left!

No.

I'm going there, like to a fight.

With respect, but...

For me, these people are heartless.

They do terrible things and they say... “Had no choice, it was the poverty.”

They shouldn't say that kind of thing.

I shan't let it happen. I refuse to hear it.

Are you angry?

Of course.

Aren't you?

I don't know.

I'm going to get some coffee.

- Want some? - No.

I wouldn't mind one.

I wanted to tell you.

When I saw you in the car,

I thought you were one of the criminals.

I was scared, sorry.

It doesn't matter.

I'd imagined that there'd be only women, I don't know why.

It's good that there's a man.

You'll protect us.

How will you dress? I'm worried.

- Yes, so am I. - You are?

It's serious. But why do we torture ourselves?

Want to go outside?

No.

Don't you want to go to a restaurant?

No, I brought soup.

You go.

Is your back okay?

Yeah, at the moment.

Are you tired or something?

I am a bit. But it's alright.

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.

- He has questions? - 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 a notary, when our mother died.

We agreed to refuse the inheritance.

Will you tell me more?

About the inheritance?

Well, there wasn'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 was screaming.

Except when we did it.

I realised it.

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

Benjamin was nice to my mother.

But otherwise...

She didn't know how to cope.

She was taking medication.

When my father left, she remained in her bed.

Sometimes, fortunately, my brother was there...

...otherwise, it would have been chocolate biscuits at every meal.

She didn't come to the trial.

She didn't know where to sit.

I'll never know what she knew...

...If she understood what was happening to us.

In the adjacent room.

Did she see something?

What do you think?

One night my brother went out from my bedroom.

He walked quietly towards his. I heard my mother.

"What are you doing?"

He's answered... “She couldn’t sleep.”

The day after, I heard them in the kitchen.

As I entered, the conversation stopped.

Who knows about this approach of yours, amongst those close to you?

No one. I don't talk about it.

I don't want to worry them.

My father could have another attack.

Do you ever use a paid friend?

A friend you pay?

Er yes.

It's a term we use.

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

A psychologist. - Yeah.

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

- A paid friend? - Yes.

Not bad.

Yes not bad.

Mr Delarme says he's been very unwell for two weeks.

Things have come up since our first interview.

The trial, the prison.

“I was treated like a rapist."

“I was called a paedophile.”

He says he has normal sexuality.

He says he never forced her.

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

They both suffered.

There are two doors.

One goes to detention and the other to outside.

You will enter through the detention door...

...and you will sit 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.

I made a chocolate log.

Everyone likes it.

Mm, it looks good.

I'll say everything right away.

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

Hello.

Hello everyone.

Welcome.

Thank you very much for being here.

This is where we will meet, every Tuesday, for 5 weeks...

...for 3-hour meetings.

Then, 2 months later, for a review meeting.

Here is the speaking stick.

Each person wishing to speak...

...must do it while holding this stick.

Your speech ends when you put it back in the centre...

...or give it to another participant.

We are moved and very happy...

...to find you and start in these meetings.

It was great for us to be with you all these months.

We already wanted to thank you for your trust.

You already know us.

But you don't know well the community members,

...who will introduce themselves to you.

Hello everyone... My name is Yvette, I'm 62.

I worked for a long time in personnel in a large firm.

I'm also a prison visitor.

As a member of the volunteer community...

...I'm here to listen to you, hear you...

...accompany you, support you...

...unconditionally.

Thank you, Yvette.

Cyril?

Hello, I'm Cyril.

I'm 41. I'm a film-production 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.

It's interested in you.

I don't quite have the words, but...

That's it.

That's all.

We'll start by going around a ring, so you can introduce yourself...

and explain why you're participating in this restorative justice system.

What your motivations are.

And also, your expectations.

Who wants to get us started?

My name is Nawelle.

I am 39

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 don't know what.

When you attack someone, there are other victims.

Families, partner, children.

I want for you to understood that.

I want to hear from other victims.

Already...

...just our last meeting did me good.

To be able to exchange with you.

With people who understand me.

I'm tired of being a burden on my family.

They did what they could.

They were very nice, but...

It's more of an effort for them. It's...

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

That's why I'm here.

I'm Gregoire, I'm 46. I'm a bodybuilder.

I got robbed at my house, with my daughter, 3 years ago.

I am here to understand why the perpetrators do it.

And to help them not re-offend.

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.

Apart from that...

Me too, I'm fed up...

.. with not recovering from what happened to me.

I've tried everything.

Really a lot of things...

...to turn over a new leaf.

But I can't do it.

I'm not like before.

My life is no longer the same as before.

In short, it was better before.

Thanks.

My name's Issa, I'm 25.

I robbed a convenience store.

I have been in prison for 4 years.

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

I want to go out and provide for my wife.

She is pregnant.

I don't want to go back to violence.

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

My name's Sabine.

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

It was 7 years ago.

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

I was dragged to the footpath.

It unbalanced the scooter,

The thief fell, and he was very angry.

He kicked my hands and arms.

He insulted me.

After that, I had a lot of health problems.

I was in hospital for 2 months.

There were a lot of complications.

I'm here because I want to 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.

That's all.

I stop here.

My name is Thomas.

I did a lot of stupid things, for years.

I'm 44. I've spent 19 years in prison...

...all up.

On the whole, my personal assessment is...

I'm bad.

I always destroyed everything.

Today I want to participate.

Because, for the first time...

...I want to try to not come back here.

I want to try to do something positive, for once in my life.

I'd like to answer your questions and if it helps you...

...that'll be a start for me.

I've been in prison for 9 years. I'm due to get out soon.

I did a home-jacking.

I come to meet victims to understand them better.

Come out of my shell.

Thank you very much to each of you.

Someone wishes to speak first...

...to tell his story?

I was a cashier in a small supermarket.

One day...

It was almost closing time...

A man walked in, all in black.

Balaclava, gloves... He wore aviator goggles.

Lens that look like mirrors.

You could see nothing of him, not even the colour of his skin.

He had his gun out. He said... “This is a robbery.”

I was very surprised.

I said, “What do you mean?”

I didn't realise that I'd said it out loud.

It just came out without me wanting it to.

He walked towards me.

He put his gun between my eyes there.

He said, “Don’t you understand?”

I saw myself in his goggles.

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 floor.

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 underneath my cash register.

The 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,

It felt like an hour...

One hour, the brown elastic band...

...the dust, the coin...

The manager came to me.

He said, "He's gone." He was white as a sheet.

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

Sometimes I tell myself that if I'd cried at the time...

...I wouldn't have collapsed afterwards.

My colleague had nightmares.

She got scared.

Two weeks later, she was back behind the cash register.

Life resumed.

But I went downhill.

I don't do anything anymore.

I developed phobias outside.

In the...

In the street, in transport, shops.

I don't leave home anymore.

I'm not working. I'm not taking my kids out.

I watch TV. I'm putting on weight.

To sleep, pills. To go out, sedatives.

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

Otherwise, I have panic attacks.

I do less housework.

I'm bad-tempered with my children, with my husband.

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

I used to be smiling.

I was... I was happy.

Now I get angry about nothing.

I'm angry all the time.

I'm a bad mother.

My attacker hasn't been found.

He has no face, no name.

I tell myself he will come back.

But it's forced.

He knows me, he's seen me.

He'll finish the job, and me too.

We filed a complaint, he might be angry.

Maybe he lives nearby.

I think about that all the time.

All the time.

So that's it.

The robbery lasted 10 minutes, 5 years ago.

It was just 10 minutes of my life, and my previous life is over.

10 minutes for nothing.

For nothing!

For money, for...

Would anyone like to speak?

Cigarettes?

No, thank you... I've stopped.

Well done.

One went into my daughter's room.

Two others took me down to the living room.

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

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

He wasn't buying it.

I said it was on a piece of paper in my bedside table.

The nervous guy came up to my bedroom.

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 “In her room.”

I said “Get her, I want her with me.”

It upsets him that the other one didn't find the code. He gets angry.

He said, “Are you sure it’s there?”

I said, “I swear.”

The nervous one came back down and said...

"There's no piece of paper, only clothes."

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

The calm one said...

“The bedside table, you cretin.”

He left again.

He quickly came back with the code.

I said it was it.

They went to the safe.

And then I heard... “This is it”

The 3rd one, 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 her name a dozen times.

I had a...

...the taste of iron in my 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 5 minutes, I woke up the neighbours...

...who arrived, and untied me.

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

...bound and gagged.

I looked to see if she was hurt. “Are you alright?”

No harm.

The guy who was with her had a bladed weapon, a knife.

At trial he denied it, but my daughter saw it.

The defence lawyer said that she had perhaps seen wrongly.

It was very hard for her, not being believed.

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

Except my hands were shaking.

Like a derelict.

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

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

They went up, they took the stairs.

It's still the same.

I know those noises very well.

The creaking of the steps.

But I didn't hear a thing.

And I didn't do anything.

After that, I had very severe depression.

We divorced.

I had money problems, my firm collapsed.

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 neighbourhood.

He's very tall, 6 foot 7...

...with a body that is so weird, long arms and everything.

I'd sworn to myself never to make any moves with him.

He's easy to find.

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

They found him straight off.

The cops soon realised he was retarded.

So I must have been the brains. And it was true.

Normally, it's not me.

I don't normally organise.

I never decided anything.

I was offered things.

I'd say okay and that was it.

It happens fast.

Nothing is planned locally when you've dropped out of school.

And then, it's too easy.

To find weapons, friends to do jobs with.

Robberies, like you said, can take 3 minutes.

And you get a lot of money.

Nobody gives you a job when you look for one.

I needed money, so I did that robbery.

But first, I did others.

Then... I did lots of other stuff.

But now I regret it, 'coz it got out of hand.

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

I've listened to your stories. There are things I never imagined.

The truth.

I ask forgiveness.

Sincerely...

...I apologize.

Sorry, I can't listen to 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 had a job interview?

No, I'm telling you the truth.

But my sisters, my cousins struggled.

Job Centre, it seems, it's very poorly organised.

All right. Is it Job Centre's fault?

No, I'm not saying that.

It's not nobody's fault. It's your fault.

You had a choice, you chose.

I didn't make the right choices. That's true.

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

True, I'm a Nobel Prize winner.

Go ahead.

Excuse me...

What you said at the beginning, Nawelle.

You said, you're scared and everything.

I wanted to say...

You're 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've nothing against you.

We've so much stress, adrenaline going on... we see nothing.

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

And even if I robbed you and I recognise you...

...I lower my head, turn and run.

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

Especially if I hadn't been caught.

We are afraid all the time, after a robbery.

Honestly, you've nothing to fear.

I swear.

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

Sorry I'm late.

It doesn't matter.

I don't know anymore.

- You know no 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 didn't think that bringing it up would stir me up so much.

It pisses me off.

It pisses me off that I'm still suffering.

I haven't cut myself in a long time.

That 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.

We can suspend or stop the process, at any time.

I don't want to.

I'm worried about you.

- Sorry, didn't mean to "toi" you. - It's fine.

I prefer it.

I must know that when you're not with me, you're safe.

That you can speak, that you are not alone...

...in the face of all you stir up.

It is necessary to resolve this self-mutilation concern, to continue.

But it's not a problem.

In reality, it's nothing.

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

That’s not enough for me, Chloé.

Shouldn't.

Thank you for welcoming me.

We'll put you in Flora's old room.

- It doesn't bother you? - We're happy to have you.

I won't be here all the time.

We'll 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.

- You wouldn't prefer a small salad? - No, it's perfect.

So long as you have ketchup.

Well, naturally.

We have a little problem.

Issa won't be with us today.

He doesn't have...

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

- We're sorry. - Why?

We don't know. He's in a disciplinary cell.

The question we want to ask you...

...is do we do the session without him?

Why is he in such a cell?

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

I don't believe that the prison is obstructive.

We don't know what happened.

I'm sorry, but I fail to understand.

These meetings are important?

- Of course. - We committed to being here.

Sure.

It seems that Issa doesn't have easy relationships with warders, so...

All it takes is friction... or a bad cell-search.

What do you think?

Don't you want this meeting to take place...

...with an incomplete circle?

I don't mind.

The same.

Gregoire?

Yes, OK.

I'd like to thank you.

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

It's as if a 50 kilo weight had fallen off my shoulders.

At once.

I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years, and in three hours...

...you unblocked me.

It feels weird to tell you this.

It's the truth.

I should tell you the reason for my last incarceration.

I've had so many others that...

I'm classified as an habitual offender.

I spent my whole life in the world of narcotics.

I did everything to pay for my drugs.

Deal, scam, small traffic.

Theft.

Burglary.

Receiving, robbery.

I've gone back and forth between prison and outside for 25 years.

Prison and the street.

Or at my godmother's house.

The other family, like my parents, dropped me during my second term.

My last sentence was the longest. I got 13 years.

It was a period when I was passing myself off as a meter-reader.

I had the full outfit. I looked the part.

I went to old people's places, I scared them.

I took everything.

Often, not much.

Well, on this particular day...

...the old man wasn't alone.

There was a guy that I knew from before.

A guy I hated.

I recognized him immediately.

It went badly.

I put him out of action. 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 got 13 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 furious with myself.

I was immediately hooked on drugs.

Sometimes I say to myself that it’s stupid.

I could have liked music or painting as much as drugs.

I could've been Picasso, really.

Full of passion.

Everything was about getting them.

Finding drugs so as to consume them.

Find people to help me get them.

Places to take the drugs in.

Finding drugs in prison.

Finding drugs when I got out.

No life.

No future.

Actually...

I thought about committing suicide for some time.

I'd prepared myself, I'd got some medication.

I was ready.

And on the exact day that I'd decided, that very day...

...someone asks for me in the visitors room.

He's my godmother's son.

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

He tells me that my godmother died a few weeks earlier.

That she left me a small inheritance.

6,000 euros.

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

But I'm here, so...

Who's next?

Sabine?

Nasim?

These are physical problems... that can be treated.

And it's getting better, in fact.

But I'm very afraid to leave my house.

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

I have huge stupid anxieties that it can start again.

I haven't changed... It's still easy to attack me.

Even more so, as 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'll come and get it out of my pockets.

They'll have to shake me.

Take off my coat.

So, basically, for seven years, I've stayed at home.

At home, things aren't going well.

My apartment faces the street.

I have a lot of trouble with the street noises.

Scooters, people yelling.

I stay on the courtyard side, in my room.

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've dropped the bag right away.

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

As what was in it was...

And when I hear your stories...

I clearly see that I'm not as badly off as you.

I should be fine... It wasn't serious.

People tell me... “A bag-snatch is no big deal.”

And I know it! It's true.

I can't get over it.

Yes, it’s serious.

Sorry, you weren't finished, Sabine.

But it's very serious.

I don't know.

Yes it is.

He dragged you, hit you. You've been in hospital.

This son of a bitch broke your bones.

Yes.

I'd kill anyone who did that to my mother.

Are you okay, Sabine?

- Yes. - I scared you? - No no.

- Serve yourself. - Want something?

There's cakes, with lemon and hazelnut.

Did you make them?

Yes, with my son. We like making cakes.

- How old is he? - 11.

- You cook? - Not anymore, I live alone.

I don't cook for myself.

Like with every time I do a job...

...I'm clean-shaven.

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

For everyone.

I choose all the clothes.

Very simple stuff.

All in black, no recognisable stuff.

I find the weapons.

That evening, four of us go to this rich guy's place.

We were tipped off. They have several debit cards.

At least six in all.

We arrive around 11pm

We wait in the garden, near the pool.

We see the husband and wife going in.

Not the children.

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

I don't like dogs.

I watch.

The lights go out.

We wait two more hours.

Around 3.30am we go in through a French window.

We don't need to break down the door...

...it’s open, it’s easy.

We go in slowly.

But then, there's a loud weird noise.

At first, I don't know what it is.

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, supposedly.

But once 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 of the husband's cards, 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?”

“My husband gives me some cash.”

Obviously, she's resisting.

There is always someone who resists.

Often women.

The husband knows we came for money.

It goes quickly.

We search the woman's bags. She has a lot of them.

In the bedroom drawers, we find some cards.

She won't give us 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 guns.

They give us the codes.

Then we leave, we separate.

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

We don't gamble.

If anyone steps out of line, I smash him.

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

He got the hots for a motorcycle, and there you go.

He got caught.

He fingered us.

There was nothing we could do.

It's brave to say that.

I thank you.

I'm sorry for what happened to you.

I apologise.

You don't have to apologise, it's not your style.

I'll never forgive them.

Good morning. Are we good?

What if he says that you lied?

About what?

I don't know.

How will you react?

At first, I didn't lie to the police.

But after, yes, I lied, of course.

I had to.

They ask irrelevant questions about unimportant things.

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

How many fingers? How many centimetres?

The most important thing, I didn't mention.

They weren't interested.

I'm asked how many fingers...

...but not the outcome. My fingers hurt.

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

I was falling 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'm good at lying.

He taught me.

What's he like physically? Has he put on weight?

I couldn't tell you.

Shall I ask his permission to send you a photo of him?

My brother was handsome.

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.

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

Can you give it to me?

No, give it to me now. Go and get it.

It doesn't matter, I'll wait.

Warder... Do you have a pen, please?

You have it?

14 or 94?

Why couldn't you come?

Well, I had to see someone.

An inmate, about ciggies. He screwed me.

We had a fight. I was late.

The supervisors didn't want to know, they blocked me.

Why?

They're 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.

But you were supposed to be at our meetings.

No?

You were committed to us with the facilitators...

...to come to the five meetings.

- You signed up. - 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 trying to fool us.

It's you who's doing the screwing.

You did something that made you late. Full stop.

We waited for you, like idiots.

We were on time, like idiots.

Sabine told her story, Thomas and Nassim too.

In front, was an empty chair saying “I don’t give a damn.”

It's simple!

I don't think, you understand.

No no no...

I understood very well.

It's not your fault.

It's Job Centre, 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's possible.

I'm not judging you, honestly, I swear.

It's your life... Do what you want.

But take responsibility, at least.

Just say it like that. Take responsibility!

We're not making stupid excuses.

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 3 hours with characters...

...who ruin lives and take no responsibility?

You lie! You're a liar!

At the trial, the same.

"The guns 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 gave a hint of regard for my daughter!

No one said sorry to her.

Fucking shits!

I wanted to listen to you.

I apologise.

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

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 do burglaries?

Steal materials from warehouses. It'd be easier, right?

Handling people, families, is not easy.

Wouldn't you prefer that there's no one there?

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

There are alarms, cameras.

They're 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 and tie them up?

- Smash up their house? - No.

But we need the codes.

- No choice. - But you take guns.

Guns are dangerous.

You can kill with a gun.

Otherwise, people give nothing.

We're not going to say...“The code, or 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 me 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?

Shall I go on?

When we do these robberies...

Okay, we're hooded, we're armed, but we're afraid.

We don't know how it will go.

Just when we're about to enter the house through a door or window...

The fear we have is...

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

We don't know, maybe they're waiting for us with a gun.

Once inside...

I'm less afraid.

A bit calmer... but still stressed.

There you go, we have hoods...

We slap faces to impress.

So that the victims remain quiet.

They aren't hard.

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

- Slaps are blows. - Yes.

No.

Blows are with weapons, feet, fists.

It's like...

My mother slapped. My father beat.

That's it.

With me, my father slapped. My uncle beat.

Like with you, Sabine.

The guy hit you. It's assault.

Sorry, I'm coming back to something.

When you say "push around"...

"Make an impression."

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

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

Why not “I slapped”?

Are you a gang?

Are there several of you inside? Who slapped?

Me.

And then?

I was slapping the husband while looking at his wife.

I glared at her.

She didn't want to give her codes.

Even if she was scared.

Like she didn't care about her family.

She put them in danger, she was going too far.

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

That unlocked everything.

She gave her codes right away.

One of the guys left.

He went to withdraw money from the ATM.

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 was just me with one.

The others are too jumpy. They're nuts.

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'd never have shot it.

I've never killed anyone, I never will.

I'll never take it out on a child.

You pointed a loaded gun at a child's head.

It's not a need for money... This is something else.

If you don't question yourself, you won't change.

Don't you think we're normal?

You're the one who's not normal.

It's not normal to never cry.

Never shout.

Not to cry for your mother.

That's a nice shirt colour.

Thanks.

I like wine-coloured.

Yeah, purple.

Burgundy, rather.

This is dark pink.

Yes, pink, almost.

Colours are weird.

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

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

- and she'll make a quiche. - OK.

- Very good. - Thanks.

My husband drops me off, normally.

Next week, he can't.

We'll find a driver.

There are buses that serve the centre.

Well, yes, I'll take the bus. That's simple.

Don't worry, it's cool.

It depends.

It's not always cool.

My friends like to prowl in them.

But it's still okay.

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

He wasn't found. 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've liked.

Let him be sentenced.

Knowing that he's suffering.

That he's locked away from his family.

I thought it would do me good. But I regretted going to the trial.

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

I felt like a statue, a piece of furniture.

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

An extra.

An extra... that's it.

Money doesn't fix anything?

I worked my guts out to compensate my victim.

We were bled.

My family, my sisters, my wife.

It damaged my heart.

My victims were fine. They didn't need it.

There's one who gave the blows.

He took a bike chain-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's like, to live with one eye?

Do you understand the sufferings we tell about...

...are those of your victims?

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

Don't you understand what you did?

Yes. I know, I'm guilty.

Yes, but... it's not straightforward.

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.

No no no. No!

No, damn it!

No no!

Come on! Come on!

Yes! Yes!

Yeah! Yeah! Damn, 7 minutes 20!

7-20, holy shit!

Holy shit!

Why are you yelling?

How can you bring them together?

- It's not me who's considering it. - Are you putting her back in there?

You know how long it took for her 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 out of it because she's intelligent, courageous.

But she's fragile, too.

I don't know Chloe like you do.

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

I'm not here to judge if she's doing well.

I'm here to create the right conditions.

If I remove myself from this equation...

...the need for dialogue will remain, without a secure framework.

They'll 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'll manage.

That's what we're working on.

Thanks. He'll manage too.

He'll manipulate her as he manipulates you.

He's a crook. He made her believe that it was what a brother was... Love.

Like all sexual attackers, he's nothing but a crook.

Gotta do the other one!

Be careful, artichokes.

My boots are full of water!

- What a deluge! - Can it keep up?

Excuse me, sorry.

No problem.

All OK?

Yes, I started late. Stupid of me.

How are you?

Okay, thanks.

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

- He didn't scare you? - No.

- You want to talk about 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 stability in the process?

I don't think so.

I don't feel like that.

You know best...

...if despite his worry, there remains support for you.

Mehdi?

There's always support.

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

I've been thinking.

And me too,

I have some questions to ask Benjamin.

It's only about details.

I've been waiting for answers for a long time.

All right.

We're going to work on all these questions.

Give them to him before the meeting.

Why? Is it important for you?

I want him to be able to prepare.

What if he can't answer it?

How will you react?

It'll be because he doesn't want to.

How would that make you feel?

Well...

It wouldn't change much, actually.

I'd think he didn't understand anything.

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

I'd tell myself that it was necessary that I do all this to see him.

Or maybe I'd wonder what the hell I'm doing here.

Once again waiting for something from this arsehole.

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

Except physical and verbal violence.

But I don't know what is violent for you.

We need to decide what you absolutely won't want to hear or experience.

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

What wouldn't he have the right to do.

Myself, 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.

I've wasted so much time, these seven years.

I've messed up everything.

I let the link with my children fray.

Become very weak.

I don't see my grandson anymore.

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

I don't even know her.

So, my son 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 my life is nothing.

It's just me.

I invent things, I...

I am a liar, I lie to everyone.

I say I'm fine, that I'm busy.

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've wasted all my time.

I was waiting for retirement.

I said to myself, I...

I would do lots of things.

Trips.

Interesting things, like you.

And then, I don't do anything.

I am useless.

My life stopped.

Passed out.

It's too late now.

Oh no.

It's alright.

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 talk to myself. You're not crazy.

You weren't afraid to come face to face with 3 arseholes

I was afraid.

Even more worthy.

That's true.

You're brave.

It's a matter of catching up... the connection with children.

Explain to your son, he'll understand.

Yes.... There's still time left.

10 years, 15 years, they're just days.

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

Even a year is a long time.

So many hours, so many days.

And then, a good internet connection can help.

Why are you laughing?

When we're on a job, we don't think of anyone.

Not even your parents?

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

You think of the stuff you're stealing.

Besides, my mother was gone.

And my father... He was a big son-of-a-bitch.

Yeah, OK, your dad.

But you said your mother suffered.

You haven't thought to make a success of your life, so as to not spoil hers?

Tell her to do something like this. It would do her good.

Is there something for domestic violence?

Of course. For all types of crimes.

Child abuse too.

No, but I wasn't mistreated.

Belting and spanking are mistreatment.

- Yes. - Yes and no.

- Actually... - Yes they are!

But your mother never filed a complaint?

The bastard should pay.

Would the brother like to ask for forgiveness?

But it's more complicated than that.

He wants her to ask him for forgiveness...

...for having filed a complaint, and not resolving it as a family.

He wants that they forgive each other.

It's important to him.

And that won't happen with her.

She won't do it.

The meeting won't take place.

Like most encounters.

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

Yes, yes, I know, but...

...they've come so far.

It's important to them to let them meet.

Not at any cost. We're here to promote their repair...

...not to cause more harm.

We can't screw up. We have to preserve our reputation.

If we re-victimise a victim...

...it could kill 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 hurt Chloe, of course it won't take place.

But I'm sure her healing depends on this meeting taking place.

The same with him.

Look at it... He was tried and convicted.

Despite prison and suffering, he hasn't accepted the bad he did.

He's going to be a dad, too.

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

OK, prison stinks... It's no fun, you're locked up.

But frankly, you are fed and housed.

You have activities.

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

“Go assault someone.”

You'll be warm, relaxed.

You will have a TV...

...a psychologist, social assistance, yoga.

We don't have that.

I understand what you're saying.

I can't explain...

It's not what you think.

We had a lot of fun during the confinement.

People were going crazy after a week.

One says: “I got 5 years, it’s nothing.

"10 years.

"It's nothing."

But don't worry.

We pay.

We suffer.

We're locked up.

We've no right to anything.

What does it smell like?

It makes me hungry.

It's West Indian stuff.

Acras, samosas.

But I love it!

Here, go ahead, let’s taste it.

My mediator's brother brought them.

Samosas.

Michael.

That's the acras.

It’s crazy good!

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

A little acra? Michael? Yeah!

Yeah.

- Not too much. - Come on!

Martine prepared a great meal.

I have some rum-mix.

Ginger, turmeric.

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

It stings.

What is it?

Pineapple.

Take it easy, anyway.

It feels good.

I'll be quite open.

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 don't think your safety is assured.

Can you tell me any more?

Oh dear, I sound like you.

What makes you say that? What "expectations" do you mean?

You have very specific expectations.

That we worked on together.

Mr. Delarme too.

This plan of action may not be able to satisfy them.

Why not?

Firstly, he said that he wants to answer your questions...

...but not to have them in advance.

What does that mean?

He prefers that you put them to him directly.

So you see that his responses are spontaneous.

- It'd 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 always has to lead.

Or he wants a way out, so as not to respond.

To be able to say... "I don't remember."

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

I think he'll answer me.

I already know the answers.

I just want to hear them from him.

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

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

What else?

We must question ourselves together on the notion of forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

He wants to ask me for forgiveness?

How would you feel?

He can always try. We'll see.

But forgive him 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.

Granting forgiveness.

Asking 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?

You see my brother for months and he says that?

But what do you do?

You don't work on him. You work on me!

For months I've exposed all that had happened.

I've had to relive all that haunted me... I'll never ask for forgiveness.

He's sick! Did you tell him that?

It's of course your right.

I have to prepare your brother for the possibility you don't do it.

But you, even if you say no...

Will you be able to take it?

Can you bear him asking you to ask him for forgiveness?

You don't have to answer today.

- But give it some time. - Yes.

I know what you're going to say.

Think about it... talk to my therapist about it.

This is very important, Chloe.

You know... I understood the rules.

But it really pisses me off that you protect my brother as much as me.

I understand.

What's this?

Drop dead, damn you!

Bloody hell!

Good morning.

Hello how are you? Nasim.

My apologies.

- Hello, Nassim, we were worried. - I got lost.

How are you?

It's good you're here.

I had a hard time coming.

Everything changed.

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

When I was released, my sister said to me...

“You’re not going back to the neighbourhood.”

I'm at her place. 30 km away.

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

The supervisors believed you were attacking the prison?

They wouldn't let me in.

Admit it, you were afraid of Gregoire.

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

"He'll make me miserable."

- Your sister, is that your big sister? - Yeah.

I called her. She came to see me.

We hadn't seen each other for at least 7 years.

- You called her? - Yeah.

I said that I met victims.

That one reminded me of her.

Me?

Well yeah. Too much.

I wanted to tell her that I understood why she didn't see me anymore.

I understood things she'd said 10 years ago.

I understood them then.

Have you patched things up?

What's that?

I don't know... Reconciled.

Well, yeah.

"Patched things up".

Cute expression.

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.

You saw nothing, but my voice was heard.

She said... “Tell me if it’s you.”

If it's not you...

...I'll request vocal expertise, this will be proof.

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

I said again... “No. It’s not me!”

She requested vocal expertise, so, there you go.

It was me.

You're crazy.

- What a pity. - Why? Because you lied?

I didn't think I'd be recognised.

Even the lawyer told me... “You're stupid."

“You managed to screw yourself all on your own."

You don't understand lawyers' principles.

Not at all.

I said to myself...

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

As I said, you don't understand.

I did a lot of stupid things.

I'm not a very good offender.

I should stop.

Are you going to be able to not re-offend?

I think so.

For my woman, my son, I have to hang on.

My wife believes in me. She works to send me money.

She sweats for me. I owe her.

Nasim?

I don't think I'll re-offend.

I'd always be seeing your faces.

We're good, outside.

It's been 4 days, but already...

What will you do?

I did an upgrade and training as a storeman.

- I have an interview. - Fingers crossed.

Thanks.

- And you? - Me?

I don't know if I won't re-offend.

Honestly, to get a job after prison, is impossible.

Sorry, Nassim.

I've already tried, I know.

Outside, things move at full speed. It's complicated.

Files, requests for stuff. I don't know how to do anything.

I know myself... I'm going to get angry.

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

We can get robbed again, and maybe by you.

I'm not going to rob you.

Why not?

I won't attack you.

Why not?

We know each other.

So what?

No reason. That's how it is, that's all.

What are you talking about, actually?

Is handling 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 do your filing, it's nothing.

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

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

You want something to drink? It looks good.

You want some water?

I left school in 3rd grade.

Me too... I didn't do any special studies.

I was terrible at school.

- It's you who put the smiley? - No.

I'll do your buttons.

I have my equipment.

Yes.

Not bad.

For the pocket...

It's closer, all the same.

A little lively. Pretty, but a little lively.

- You're right. - Thank you, Sabine.

How nice. My favourite shirt.

I do it during the meeting.

I bought a replacement shirt.

I went to look for it.

Thanks.

It means that you went out?

Yes, I went out yesterday.

It was sunny.

It’s Michael.

What did he say?

"Shit."

You can settle in here.

Comfortable?

Want something to drink?

Welcome to both of you.

If you need a break, don't hesitate to say so.

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 that we...

...stick to it.

Let's commit to it.

You plan to go to the cemetery, to see Mum?

Yes.

What day will you go?

The weekend.

The weekend, okay.

I'll never go during the weekend.

I'll 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, do you go 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 centre... I'll leave them to you every other day.

Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

- Does that suit you? - OK.

You look like Mum.

You're beautiful.

I'm asking my questions.

It was you who broke the bathroom lock?

You?

Yes.

Was it you who hurt Pillou?

Yes.

Did you throw away my boxes?

From the cupboard in my room?

Yes.

The first time you made waffles...

..at Rue Merlin... ...after Christmas, remember?

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

Her wrist was broken... she'd fallen.

I walked in and suddenly you stopped talking.

Did she tell you anything about me?

Did Mum try to tell you to stop?

- Yes? - Yes.

- Were there other victims? - No.

Not even Heloise?

No, I swear.

Why me, then?

I don't know.

I don't know, it happened like that.

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 didn't, either.

Chloe.

If you feel that you've covered the topics you wanted to address...

Benjamin?

Do you want to ask your questions now?

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.

Do you have any more questions?

- Do you have more requests? - No.

It's fine.

I want to thank you both...

...for your confidence throughout this process.

Thanks.

Thanks to you.

She takes her things.

Chloe.

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

Good luck.

I'm a probation counsellor, like some of you here.

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 it’s not enough.

I understand what you're looking for here.

We're not going to lie to each other, restorative justice is a combat sport.

It's everything this day and age 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 action plans...

...and you could tell your colleagues, and your loved ones...

...that at the end of the meetings...

...the victims took selfies with the perpetrators...

...some will call you naive.

Others will tell you that what you do is magical.

But you will know that what you've done, wasn't magic...

It was just your job.

Judith, I am writing to thank you...

...and tell you that I'm fine.

I felt immense grief and anger rising...

...the months before the meeting.

Hatred, too.

It's now behind me.

I had to break the connection between him and others.

Between him and men.

I met the wolf... it was my brother.

And I didn't die from it.

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

In the end, when I turn around...

...I want to be able to say it happened and it was terrible.

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

Or a friend's cancer... who I might lose.

I'm happy to have succeeded in hating him...

...because I'm starting to feel ready to love.