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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

I said I didn't want to see anyone.

REVELATION

Get in.

Leave me alone.

You shouldn't be alone.

- I don't need you. - Sure you do.

I want to talk. Just the two of us. Get in.

No, not now.

I'll let you know when.

I requested daily visitation rights.

I doubt that will be possible.

It's non-negotiable. There's no way I'll abandon him.

No one's abandoning Tod.

We'll take care of him.

And send him off to whatever home has room for him?

Believe me, children's welfare is our priority.

I'm sorry.

- You know it's our best option for now. - Hm.

I'll try to visit as often as possible.

And I hope to have news of your dad very soon.

You have to promise me you won't try to run away.

OK?

It's going to be fine.

Tod, come with me?

It's OK, it's me...

Tell me where Julia is. Her dad won't tell me the truth.

What are you talking about?

Something happened. She's disappeared.

She was almost killed. I saved her just in time.

I don't understand. She's on a work trip.

In Grenoble? That's bullshit. Has she called you?

Doesn't she always call you regularly?

She's in danger. Where is she? I have to protect her.

She's in danger, get it?

Shit!

Where is Julia?

Julia? In Grenoble.

She's working on a big article...

Don't lie to me. I just saw her friend Eric.

That lying coke-head?

She's not speaking to him anymore.

I called the paper. Pharamond lied too.

Please, tell me where she is!

She was investigating Bassem's death.

She found something. I don't know what.

Neither does she. She can't remember.

She lost her memory with the shock.

- Is she hurt? - No, it's just psychological.

You didn't tell me?

I had to decide quickly.

She was in danger, I had to protect her.

But...

You're right. I should have told you.

I want to see her.

OK.

But I have to be sure you're not followed.

We can't take risks. I'll tell you when.

Swear to me she's OK.

I swear.

Don't ever hide anything about her again!

You hear? Or I'll rip your eyes out.

MARSEILLE HATES FASCISTS

The League won't allow

political statements within the stadium.

"Marseille hates fascists" isn't a statement.

It's a motto.

- Come here. - Stop it.

You know what I'd like us to do, after the game against Nice?

Get drunk to celebrate our victory?

Go away somewhere...

together.

Four days, wherever you want.

Wherever I want?

Barcelona?

For the Real Madrid-Barcelona game?

Or London? For Arsenal v. Manchester?

There's more to life than soccer!

What's Venice's team?

Venezia. Uninteresting.

A third division team.

Perfect! We're going to Venice!

Isn't that a bit cheesy?

Who cares?

We'll take gondola rides.

We'll make love in a gondola.

Did you bring me that shithead Eric?

- We couldn't find him! - The cops are on his ass.

Not just any cops, the anti-terrorism unit!

They'll look under every rock in town until they find him.

- Farid, we spread the word... - Shut up!

Stop yapping and find that asshole!

Find him or you're dead meat. Got it?

- You hear me? - Yes!

Find the son of a bitch, for fuck's sake!

No more of your bullshit!

I'll present our main measures at the first council.

Curfew for minors,

tighter control of illegal aliens,

supervision of Planned Parenthood centers,

cancellation of grants wrongly allocated by our predecessors.

And the sale of the stadium?

It's not a priority. I plan to...

Selling the stadium is a sign that we're in charge.

The club is an opposition force in Taro's hands.

He must be eliminated from the political arena.

Or he'll run us into the ground.

That's why we must sell. To take away his platform.

Thank you, Marciano. We understand.

You think you can manage?

I mean,

at the negotiating table,

will you fight on your own, like I would have done?

A pretty face is great for the media.

It's not enough when the fighting gets rough.

Laurent...

Don't forget I'm the Mayor.

And I'm the regional leader of the FP.

I haven't forgotten that, nor our commitments.

But you're right. I won't fight alone.

I'll fight with my deputy.

For this role, I've chosen Mr. Chasseron.

- Madam Mayor, thank you... - What the hell are you doing?

You can't do this!

Appointments aren't party favors.

Mr. Taro and his group will fight us on every issue.

Mr. Chasseron will help consolidate our lead.

You'll regret this.

- Madam Mayor? - I'm fine.

Let's get to work.

We need the national analysis first.

Do nothing until I get back.

Sorry, things are crazy right now.

- What do you want to know? - How do you feel?

Like I have the plague. Everyone's avoiding me.

It's just a phase. We've all been there.

An espresso, please.

Taro's been reaching out.

Forget him. He's dead weight.

He's just trying to prove he can still get it up.

You're done too.

But not forever.

Politics is like video games. You get many lives.

Taro has used up his. You just lost one.

Fine. What exactly is your advice?

Go back to neighborhood politics.

Inaugurate daycare centers.

And let people forget you.

- In two or three years... - Two or three years?

OK. What's your point?

We won't give up on you. We know your value.

But for now, you're a loser.

It may take a little while.

So keep a low profile.

Great comebacks are prepared in the shadows.

Following Lucas Barrès' resignation

and FP's Jeanne Coste's appointment as mayor,

the social climate has already begun to deteriorate.

Racist graffiti, vandalism and street-fighting....

For now, these acts are isolated and contained.

But the city grows uneasy.

The threat of racial tension

is a concern at the highest levels.

Mr. Taro's nomination as president of the soccer team,

a key social element in the community,

may change the political spectrum.

The game against Nice is much more than a derby.

It's the first since the FP took over.

So if we win, it's good for those fascists?

They'll try to use it. This game has to be a celebration.

- But not of their victory. - What do you suggest?

A good fan warm-up, for starters. And banners.

Banners with unifying slogans.

Let's show them this is our home!

- Any good slogans? - "Jeanne Coste, take it off!"

That sounds like a campaign promise.

I know the stress and lack of sleep isn't helping,

but I really need a little boost.

You don't need prescription drugs.

I'm not asking for speed, just a little pick-me-up.

I can't have these weak spells in public.

You're going to keep having them.

I have your blood test results.

You're pregnant.

That's impossible.

I'll schedule your sonogram and some other tests.

It's just not possible.

I'm aware of your beliefs, but it's my duty to remind you

that up to the 12th week,

if you wish to terminate your pregnancy...

we can make an appointment and...

No!

- Eric? Still in Marseille? - Yeah.

- Got anything for me? - Sure, what?

A gram or two. Whatever you have.

- I have everything. Don't move. - OK.

Hello?

JEANNE COSTE'S FIRST MEASURES

- Hello. - Evening.

Uh, a beer, please.

Hello, Jeanne Coste.

You're the new Mayor of Marseille.

What will be your first decisions...

Yes?

It's time, Madam Mayor.

Fine.

I see you're wearing your sash for the first council.

Mayors always wear their sashes

when duty requires them to display

a reminder of their authority.

Good. You did your homework.

You'll need it in there. They'll play rough.

I'm ready.

You called me. Anything wrong?

No, it was a mistake.

You're right. It was a mistake.

See you in the chamber.

That is...

- if you survive. - Very funny.

A curfew for minors?

You think our police is inefficient?

No policeman would leave a child alone in our city at night.

With the appalling portrait you paint of our police force,

you set the population against those who protect it.

Would you like to see statistics on crimes,

theft and felonies

committed by minors throughout your term, Mr. Taro?

Numbers...

Numbers!

It's always about the numbers with you!

You would have made a good accountant.

Speaking of numbers,

could you remind us how many community centers

you plan to close?

Huh? How many?

I ordered a commission to work on this.

Ah.

I've had to fight against misuse and fraud,

following your disastrous governance.

Listen to yourself.

Listen to yourself!

Fight, fraud, disaster...

With this frightening image,

you're creating a climate of mistrust.

You're setting the people against one another.

Is it civil war you want?

You're not the only one who loves our city, Mr. Taro.

I care about all our residents.

All of them, really?

Even those whose skin color differs from yours?

Not that same old song!

Barrès: Maybe it's time to talk?

Please!

Let's move on to the next topic on the agenda.

I used to bring Julia here when she was...

three or four.

She always wanted to swim. A real little fish.

I learned to swim by falling in the water.

I was 13, and drunk for the first time.

I was walking along the canal. I slipped and fell in.

I learned everything on my own.

How to change my bike tires,

how to talk to girls...

how to fight.

Yeah, I took a few beatings

before I learned to throw a right hook.

If I had known...

Known what?

You'd have recognized me?

You'd have risked your career for a stray dog with no collar?

Of course not.

I'm not sure I would have either.

I would have been so happy to have a son.

What's your call?

- For the game against Nice? - Hm.

Two-zero.

For us?

- Of course, for us! - Sure.

I say the same.

PLANNED PARENTHOOD

ABORTIONISTS ARE MURDERERS

ABORTION = TORTURE

Although our position

on abortion hasn't changed,

we formally denounce last night's attack,

which is probably the work of a few individuals

who've been worked up by the somewhat inflammatory statements

or our mayor, Mrs. Coste.

The convictions of our party

should never be perceived as calls to extremist action.

You can't let him attack you like that!

You've always said you feel abortion is an easy solution.

But Marciano is accusing you

of inciting people to commit crimes.

Clarify your position. I'll set up a press conference.

No.

We can't appear divided.

What I'm wondering is

how Marciano managed to be the first on the spot?

- You think he's behind it? - Could be.

He's certainly capable of it.

If so, he won't stop there.

Next time, it'll be far worse than a few broken chairs.

I told the DA about my suspicions on Bassem's death.

She opened an investigation.

- So? - I'm afraid to chase it up.

I don't know who's involved in this mess.

You think there's a plot against Julia?

All clear, Fred?

Yes, no one's following us.

- A car's coming. - Julia!

I have flashbacks... But nothing clear.

Sometimes I see Tony's head disappear in a pool of blood.

You mentioned three men.

Yes, but... I'm not sure anymore.

It's like waking up after a dream.

You try to remember, but you can't.

But I will! I will remember.

Let's send her to the US or Canada.

It's too dangerous for her here.

You tell her.

I did. She won't listen.

People tried to kill her!

I'm safe here.

OK?

I won't run. They killed Bassem and Tony.

I have to remember!

You understand?

Can you bring my things from the apartment?

Yes, of course.

I'll stay with you here.

I feel safer. They come by every evening.

No chance of being robbed by some Arab asshole.

Mayor Coste sure has cleaned up the city!

You're right.

We finally feel at home again.

Foreigners better behave, or they're out!

Scram!

Excuse me. What's your name again?

Goletto. Paul Goletto.

Not very French.

My grandfather was Italian.

So, he was a foreigner.

Did he come here to steal jobs from the French?

- It's not the same. - It's exactly the same.

Your grandfather was probably called a "wop".

- Have you forgotten? - Leave me alone!

Marseille's strength is its cultural mix!

Its identity is unique thanks to its immigrants.

Piss off with your moralizing!

Let's face it.

They kicked you of City Hall because you're a wimp!

Whatever, Paul. Forget about it.

Asshole! And I don't take lessons from a bastard!

Why are you talking to me like that?

I'm being polite...

Hey!

I lost him.

NO ONE SCARES US

You can't go alone. I'll come with you.

Thanks, but I'll be fine.

- Why are you here? - I wanted to see you.

I don't want to see you.

Can we speak in private? It's important.

We're good.

It's about the game against Nice.

You want us to keep a low profile? Is that it?

That's not our plan.

The violence has already begun.

Fights, assaults, vandalism...

Whose fault is that?

Trouble at the game may set things off.

So, keep your skinheads in check.

I'm the mayor, not a warlord.

Enough of your rebellious teenager act.

- Fuck you! - You too!

But I'm not here to trade insults.

I'm scared people will get hurt. Or worse.

If things get out of hand, we'll both pay the price.

While we mourn the victims.

It was an accident.

I'm not ready for this.

And there's my job. I'm supposed to be on call 24/7.

I can't imagine taking care of a...

You see, I can't even say it.

You were eight years old when you first walked in here.

You were angry at the whole world.

Especially at the man who'd abandoned you and your mother.

You wanted to find him and demand an explanation.

If I had, maybe I wouldn't have these doubts.

Maybe. We'll never know.

I was so mad at my mother for falling in love with my father.

But I'm no better than her.

What should I do?

Deep inside, you know.

There's something you're not telling me.

This child has a father.

The father doesn't know, does he?

You plan to keep it from him?

Hi there! What are you doing here?

- You're not in the VIP lounge? - Marseille-Venice.

Coffee tomorrow on the Grand Canal.

- You did it! - A promise is a promise.

I can't get enough of you...

That's the idea!

I have a game to win.

Go ahead.

- Go get them! - Woohoo!

PRESS

Robert.

You're hurt?

This? It's nothing.

Never felt better.

I've never watched a game from the field.

What an amazing view.

Take this.

It's much more important than a mayor's sash.

Thanks.

Sure.

All together!

All together!

Louder! All together!

All together!

United to win!

United to win!

- Good evening. - Madam.

Madam Mayor.

Good evening.

You see the page he bought?

Taro is poison.

I told you a thousand times.

I know he's got something up his sleeve tonight.

What's up yours?

Let's go, Marseille!

Let's go, Marseille!

All together!

All together!

- All together! - All together!

Taro! Taro! Taro!

UNITED, WE ARE INVINCIBLE!

Let's go!

We're on. Be ready.

Who's not jumping isn't from Marseille!

MARSEILLE 2 NICE 0 85TH MINUTE

We'll nail them on the way out.

I want total chaos. No mercy.

Let's go.

FINAL SCORE MARSEILLE 2 NICE 0

- Great offense. - Two-zero!

- You called it. I did too. - Exactly.

We bet on the right horse!

Cheers!

- What a win! - For all of us.

Thank Rubi for the warm-up.

- I was about to. - Have a great trip.

Rest up. The battle isn't over yet.

- Have a nice evening. - Thanks, you too.

- It's heating up back there. - Is it bad?

- Hooligans fighting. - It looks like it's out of control.

I don't know.

Hi, it's Rubi.

Leave a message after the beep.

It's me. Please call me back.

Get back here!

Rubi!

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