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La Tribune, I'm listening.

M. Paul Kerjean, please.

-Who's calling?
-It's personal.

Hold the line.

You are talking to La Tribune,

weekly news,
the arts and letters.

Your call has been queued.

Please wait. Thank you.

The correspondent is busy.

Please stay on the line.

Thank you.

The correspondent is busy.

Thank you for your call.

Please wait

a moment.

Paul Kerjean here.

Who is speaking?
-My name does not matter,

Mr. Kerjean.

Stay there.

Don't move
during our interview.

I have spent years playing
the Fantomas game, it's grotesque.

Kerjean,

I have to protect myself
and you'll understand why.

I'm listening to you.

What do you know
about Jacques Benoît-Lambert?

I thought it was you
doing the informing.

Do not annoy me.

Answer.
-Okay.

He is an elegant man,
rich, good family,

and a political superstar.

Favorite sports:
golf and swimming.

Is that enough for you?

The little you know
is partially inaccurate.

What's wrong?

You say a
good family and rich.

-It's not a good family?
-Yes, but rich, no.

He isn't any longer.

He needs 750 million between now and
the end of the year, or he is at sea.

Is he finished?

That 750 million, I didn't say
he had not found them.

And how did he find

this amount?
-We'll talk about it again.

I haven't had so much fun
since I celebrated my 7th birthday.

Wait here 5 minutes,
I do not want to be followed.

If you follow me,
it's over.

Why are you giving me
this information to me?

Because I love you.

Bayen, our relationship
has always been good

with the police?

We have a relationship...
normal, nothing more.

Are you in trouble?

No, I would like to know
the name and address

of the owner of this car.

I'll do the necessary.

An accident?

No, a mysterious informant

who made me come to a parking lot
for his revelations.

Revelations about who?

Big... very, very big.

Jacques Benoît-Lambert?

Yes, J.B.L. in person.

He is untouchable,
on every level.

And your informant
is crazy.

It's very possible.

I'll call you back.

Hello,
my little Arlene.

How is love,
family, work, life?

Paul, you're sure
that you are well?

So, there, you really are
ingratitude personified.

I simply asked for your news.

My dear, love; it's in
the past, I have no family,

and I'm fed up

work.
-You know?

Yes, it's J.B.L.

Tell me about him, the private side
and lovelife, of course.

He has lived with the same woman
for five years.

Her name is Laura Weber.

No photo: we never could
catch them together.

We know vaguely
that she is in her thirties.

Beautiful, intelligent, single,
a lot of class.

Makes a change from
his drunk of a wife.

Ah, on the other hand,

pictures of her; I have
as many as you want.

Is he still married?

Yes, he is separated from his wife,
she refuses to give him a divorce.

At the last reception
of the United States Embassy,

she got drunk.

He wanted to take her home,
she was bad.

Little scandal,
one incident in a thousand.

Ah, one thing in particular:
a very big personal fortune.

It's the gentleman
you were waiting for ma'am.

Enter, sir.

Remind me your name.
-Paul Kerjean, madam.

Thank you for meeting me.
-Sit down there,

so that I can see you.

Oh no, there.

The flowers
prevent me from seeing you

Have a drink, help yourself.

You look charming.

It's very kind of you
to have come to see me

I am so alone

in this big house.

No one
worries about me anymore.

No one to talk to,
it's hard, you know.

I understand ma'am.

You know, I guess,
that my husband and I...

We have lived separately
for some time.

We have provided plenty of material
for gossip lately.

I know.

No no.

I prefer to serve myself.

Gossip is not the
speciality of my paper.

Yes I know.

It's because of that
that I agreed to receive you.

I find you quite charming.

You probably know
that my husband lives with a... a...

Oh, this squalid
little personal story

surely has nothing to do
with the reason for your visit.

Absolutely nothing, ma'am.

I have to write an article
on your husband.

No one knows him
better than you,

isn't that so?

Well, yes!

We were married
in October '41,

during the war.

He was just finishing law.

He got involved
in the Free Forces.

I went to join him in London.

But... we didn't see enough of each
other

until the Liberation.

And... after the war?

Yes...

After the war?

We went to settle down
in the provinces, in Rouen.

He had a law office
and was working very hard.

And then he introduced himself
in the parliamentary elections.

He was elected.

This was the beginning of his success.

A total success, thanks to
exceptional intelligence,

skill and an indisputable charm,

skill in business...

Although there is...

it would appear that he had
financial trouble,

but it must be
jealous gossip.

He had no financial trouble,
recently?

You'll have to ask him.

I only know
that he has reduced my pension.

I have a personal income,

but not enough to live.

Isn't that so?
-But no.

When you were together,
did he talk to you about his work?

Oh no.

He did not take care of me.

He only took me out of the closet
to be photographed.

At election time, for example.

Or when he needed
to bring a wife

to an official reception.

And,

One day...

One day, he completely
left me in the closet.

And then there was
the mysterious journeys,

to see mysterious gentlemen.

What journeys?

Which men?

I do not know.

If I knew it,
they would no longer be mysterious.

It was better
that I did not follow him.

These mysterious trips and these

gentlemen would not be called
Miss Laura Weber?

No.

Not exclusively.
-You know that

without following your husband?

I find
that your questions

are becoming more and more
personal.

-Madame...
-I did not follow my husband!

I didn't think a woman of
your class and your rank

could stoop to follow a husband
in his nocturnal outings.

I was thinking of a private detective,
perhaps.

In your painful situation,
I would find it normal.

-Really?
-Absolutely.

I should not reveal
my little secrets,

but you are so nice,
so understanding.

It's time
for you to leave.

Good evening sir.

Please excuse me
for not accompanying you.

Forget everything I told you.

It was only between us.

M. Walter, you were me
recommended by Ms. Benoît-Lambert.

You followed her husband for a while,
I believe

At night in particular.

It's possible.

She said
that you took snapshots.

It's possible.

Can you tell me the dates
and where you took them?

I did not say
that I had taken any.

I said it was possible.

Of course.

It's surely someone else

who printed your name
on the back of the photos.

Listen...
What do you want exactly?

To view these pictures.

Are you kidding?

No, I know your rates,
I have prepared a check for you.

You have already been paid for it.

When are these pictures dated?

I took them
over the last two months.

I did that with a telephoto lens,
from my car

It's not bad, huh?

There I see J.B.L. without his
mistress, but with strangers.

Who are they?

That, I do not know.

Ms. Benoît-Lambert wanted
evidence for the divorce.

The rest did not interest me,
I did not develop them.

So why take them?

To prove to my client
that I worked.

Why?

The question is valid?

Sometimes.

Good, I'd like to borrow you
these negatives for 24 hours.

I will return them to you.
-To do what?

For my personal album.
It's not possible.

I do not give my pictures out

only to the customers who
have engaged me for surveillance.

Negatives are part
of the complete file.

Well, it's simple:
I hired you for surveillance

of Mr. Benoît-Lambert
with supporting photos

Satisfied with your work, I will
pay, I'll take my file.

Hello,

sir.

This car is not for sale.

Hello Madam.
Mr. Bronsky is here, please?

I am Mrs. Bronsky.

Who are you?

Paul Kerjean,
a journalist.

It's about
an investigation.

I'm sure
that you have the wrong address.

I do not believe so, and I want to
meet Mr. Bronsky.

Mrs. Bronsky assured me that the car
parked in front of her house

had not moved from the garage
in weeks.

As for her husband,

he lived in America and she had been
divorced for several years.

Eric!

That's the only Mr. Bronsky
that I can tell you about.

-Hello sir.
-Hello.

I did not believe what she said,

and just in case, I left

for the mysterious Mr. Bronsky,

the phone number of the
restaurant where I would be contactable.

Hello.

You're okay?

It's okay.

How's Bastien?
-The usual time.

It's over.

You'll have him on Saturday?

Listen... Right now...

Can have him
this week-end?

I've got a big job on.

A big scandal possibly?

Yes, hopefully.

Hopefully for whom?

For you, for your readers,
for the scandal?

Poor Paul, you will have spent your life
chasing a Dreyfus case.

Only not everyone
has Zola's resources.

We chase Dreyfus,
we catch Mesrine.

Helen, don't do it again.

We messed up our wedding,
let's try to succeed with our divorce.

M. Kerjean
the phone.

Yes.

Hello?

-Paul Kerjean?
-Yes.

I thought I told you
the rules of the game.

Well, I changed them.

I refuse to wait
for you to ring.

Let's see if you want
to continue to play the game.

Good.

I accept this time.

I'm waiting for you.
Half an hour at Martin's.

It's at the Royal Pavilion.

Listen to me carefully
and do what I tell you.

You will settle down

in an armchair, facing the bar.

You understand?

Don't turn around
during the interview.

You wanted
to see me for what?

Be brief.

I will be brief.

I have had enough
of these ridiculous mysteries.

You want, obviously, my
newspaper to demolish Benoît-Lambert.

But my article
will not appear

without solid evidence
justifying your accusations.

I want to know who you are
and where you get your information.

Without it, it's not worth
the trouble of continuing.

Kerjean,

basically, you feel that
this case is dynamite,

but you do not know
how to deal with it.

You are angry
because you are stuck.

You are not
on top of this investigation.

So, find
someone else.

Listen to me, Kerjean.

Two weeks ago,
I set you on the path.

So, what did you learn
about Benoît-Lambert?

Respectable and respected man,
integrity above all suspicion.

Clear bank account,
love life acceptable.

It's the facade
that he presents to everyone.

I told you
that he needed 750 million

and that he has found it.

You've heard of SCOVIM?

It is a real estate company
directed by his son-in-law.

What about it?

SCOVIM has built two towers with
15 floors intended for offices.

For two years, it has been impossible
to sell or rent these offices.

Banks closed on him
the credit stopped.

He has a loan of 750 million
'til the end of the year

that he can not pay.

He will file for bankruptcy.

Suddenly,
on the eve of bankruptcy,

miracle buyers will
pay 1 billion 750 million

for these two unsaleable buildings

and save him
giving him a nice profit.

And so?

You do it on purpose or what?

That proves that the P.D.G. of
SCOVIM is remarkable

and that Benoît-Lambert

chose his son-in-law.
He is not a remarkable man.

He's a little technocrat
pretentious and incapable.

So, these buyers have given a
hand to SCOVIM to save him.

They do not care
about SCOVIM.

Through the company, they have
extended the hand to Benoît-Lambert,

in this outstretched hand,
there was 1,750,000,000.

At this price,
we call it a bribe.

What for
I'm not the journalist.

It's your job
continue the investigation.

Nobody gives
nearly $ 2 billion out of kindness.

Why not go
the legal route to denounce this?

For a very simple reason:
Benoît-Lambert has powerful friends.

I do not want the case hushed up.

If necessary,
where can I call you?

How long have you been
on this case?

Three months.

And why
didn't you warn me?

To present
a file with evidence

and not accusations
based on gossip.

To make an explosive investigation
without my agreement?

It only became explosive
a few hours ago.

Until tonight I was marking time.
-What happened that was new?

I knew that a miracle buyer
had paid 1,750 million

to save SCOVIM from bankruptcy,

and, indirectly,
Jacques Benoît-Lambert.

As of tonight, I know
who is behind the buyer.

The multinational G.T.I.

And you got this revelation,
from a proper source, of course?

You cannot say that my sources
are of the highest level,

but the intelligence
is indisputable.

It all started
in the most banal way.

Benoît-Lambert and his mistress are
followed by a detective

hired by Ms. Benoît-Lambert.

Taking classic shots,

revenge of a jealous wife

who wants to tip
the divorce file to her advantage.

But he arrives at J.B.L.
without his mistress...

to meet other people.

This man, for example.

To justify his salary, the private
eye continues to take pictures,

useless for the divorce file.

The undeveloped negatives
I got them.

The photo service
handed me the prints tonight.

You know that man?

Yes.

Three months ago,

you sent me to Brussels
for the annual G.T.I. convention

Yes, we even laughed
because of the time of the invitation.

4 o'clock in the morning,
I believe.

That's right.

So I arrived at the Hotel
at 4 o'clock in the morning.

And this man received me.

I am Fred Gritt.

Delighted, Mr. Kerjean.

Thank you for accepting
our invitation.

You're welcome.

I'm director of
public relations for G.T.I.,

you are the only journalist
invited to our convention.

I am very flattered by this
exceptional invitation, but...

Why at 4 o'clock in the morning?

But it is only 21:00 hours for G.T.I.

Our president travels a lot.

Monday, he was in Hong Kong,
Wednesday at our Bombay subsidiary,

Thursday afternoon in Moscow,

Friday at a council in New York
and today with us.

No man can resist
that many time differences,

so, the company
ignores local hours

and everyone works
at New York time,

and it is right now
21:00 in New York.

Ah, which means that,
when he arrives somewhere,

we get up at supper time
and we go to bed

at 15:00 hours?

Yes, it's a question of habit.

Our watches are set to New York time.

It's easier
to call our headquarters.

The president will do
his speech in 15 min.

He is always brief.

I will introduce you after.

Vittorio Horta.
Pleasure.

Michel Saint-Claude,
G.T.I. Europe.

What would you like a drink?

I am torn between a
tall glass of whiskey

and a latte
with croissants.

And here is the most
important picture.

J.B.L. meets

the president of G.T.I.

His is a formidable brain,
fierce in business.

He knows how to create real
dedication for his firm.

During the evening
of the convention,

I heard his speech.

Sir, may I introduce
Paul Kerjean of La Tribune?

Delighted.

He shook my hand and I
felt the cold steel.

But here,
this handshake was

worth 1 billion
750 million.

From then on,
everything linked together.

Benoît-Lambert has links
family and financial

with SCOVIM which has
big difficulties,

but J.B.L. is also the uncompromising
president of

I'Electronique de France

Unfortunately, we can not receive
nearly 2 billion on one side

and continue to stay
intransigent of the other.

Of course...
But we can not say to G.T.I.:

"We accept your money,
go home, we'll do the rest."

It's too convenient to make
multinationals responsible for

all the difficulties of the
economic world.

Why are you smiling?

Because at the convention
this evening

the P.D.G. of G.T.I.
told me the same thing.

Delighted.

So, Mr Kerjean...

Sorry.

So, Mr. Kerjean,
is your newspaper part

of those who think
that companies like G.T.I.

are responsible for the
misfortunes of Europe?

Oh... it is the economists
who say that,

but in complicated books,
only read by other economists.

It does not go any further.

And you, Mr. Kerjean,
do you read these books?

I've read some, but,
I admit, I don't understand everything.

It's full of curves,
tables of growth, investments,

market penetrations.

There are still... 3 or 4 facts
that I have noticed that fascinate me.

There is, it seems, in the world,
if we exclude the socialist countries,

thirty companies, including yours,
who total

an annual turnover of
a trillion dollars.

So what?

A power that colossal
concentrated in so few hands,

it's scary.

One thousand billion dollars:

A thousand times the GDP of a
country like France.

a third of the annual wealth
of the United States.

One trillion dollars is
10% of the world's annual wealth

for a club of 30 people.

What are you complaining about?

It remains

90% for others.

Not quite, because, if we expand
your club from 30 to 200 companies,

there you control 20%
of world production

using only 0.5%
of this population.

Of course, you can always tell me
that there is still 80% left

for the 4 billion people
populating the rest of the world.

In this world where we live,
you have to grow up or die.

We have decided
to grow up.

No objection?
-None

By the way, a little captain of
industry said one day:

"When a multinational
targets your national market,

you sell
or you close shop."

He had
a nervous breakdown.

It often happens,
but it works out in the end.

It worked out for him:
he sold his business to G.T.I.

That's a wise and clever man.

He can go on vacation
all year.

All his worries
are ours now.

Are you a
communist on the side?

If I was a communist,
I would not be on the side.

And would I be a journalist
at La Tribune?

Both? Watch what you say!

Fred Gritt called me the next day
to make sure your article

would be... less violent
than your words.

And it was, my dear Bayen.
-That is true.

And despite, as they say,
the diplomatic incident

that we narrowly avoided.

It was, I believe,
the director of G.T.I. for Belgium

who said,
sitting at my table...

I believe this animosity
against multinationals

comes from European public opinion,
especially France,

where it is anchored in nationalism.

France is not ready
to accept globalization

she doesn't accept
foreign competition.

Foreign competition
comes to the country and says:

"My product is better
and cheaper than yours."

-This is what we do.
-No.

You settle in a country,
absorb anyone who makes

the same product as you
and impose yours.

You cannot expect

people to embrace you?

You are right.

They do not embrace us
when we came to liberate you

from the Nazi occupation.

That, sir,
it's called a low blow.

I never thought

that you released us
from military occupation

to substitute
an economic occupation.

Gentlemen, I believe that Mr. Kerjean
will agree with me

and admit that we made two
jokes in very bad taste.

We promise you
not to do it again.

It is at this moment

someone slipped me a paper.

I never knew who, but it was

surely someone
who was a friend,

On a paper napkin,

he had scribbled
three staggering numbers.

Concerning what?

In 1968, to make
an annual turnover

one trillion dollars,

it was necessary to takeover 6,000
companies around the world.

In 1978,
they were only 50.

Today,
they are 30.

Tomorrow, they will be 5,
perhaps.

And, in the end,
why not one?

On what terms
did you leave the president?

We separated

in a perfect
and mutual incomprehension.

I will never forget the last
image that I have of him.

I've met a lot of
illuminated people in my life:

mystics of religion,

sects of the revolution,
ideology, terrorism.

He was
a mystic of profit.

Eyes riveted
on another planet,

he raised his glass...

To G.T.I.

To you.

As for me
I asked in my will

that carved on my grave
are two dates,

that of my birth
and my death, because it's what's done.

And, in letters of gold,

a single number:

the price of G.T.I. on
the day of my death.

I want my successors to come
on my grave once a year.

And I will still be there

to check if they have
increased the price.

And here we go!

Go home
and pick up the phone.

You will be assaulted
by radios, TV, everything.

No, I'm leaving,
for two to three days.

Between us,
where can we reach you?

the old man's place,
but only in case of emergency.

-The return to the source.
-Yes.

See you.

Goodbye.

Paul!

It's a pleasure
to see you.

It's at least...
-Oh there, more than that!

The old guy is not here?
-He is in his office.

-Salut, Michel.
-Hello.

How are you, Louis?
-Hello.

Charles Henry.

We waited for you
on the 11 o'clock train.

My dear Sylvester,
I took the airplane.

The airplane.

Vroom...

Tell me, my little Paul,
what are you doing

arms in the air?

He's pretending to be an airplane.

You should have said that you had
taken the plane, we would have understood.

He thinks we are stupid
because he does not know yet.

Tell him, Sylvester.

Well, "Le Courrier de Vesons"
will be distributed

in Paris, Lyon, Marseille,
Bordeaux, Toulouse.

We are moving to the national level.
My little Paul!

I'll phone Germaine.

So, in all the kiosks
of France, we will not say

"give me La Tribune,
Le Figaro or Le Matin",

we will say "give me "Le Courrier
de Vesons", please."

Well, I only have two words
to tell you: bra-vo.

Hi, Germaine?

Yes, he just arrived.

Did you get the turkey?

Ah, it doesn't matter.

Tell him my stomach
does not work

according to the calendar.

Christmas turkey,

the daily foie gras,
Friday's fish, the hen

in the Sunday pot.

Yes... Yes... Oh no!

No, you see,
we still came close to catastrophe.

You do not add the hash

only when your sliced onions
are well softened.

And baste the turkey
with half of the mixture.

And the other half... That's it, yes.

I kiss you.

You all go and clean up,

and home in an hour.

Paul, you should
come see us more often.

Do you remember our bust-up?

You wanted the title "Paul

Kerjean: yes to the Mayor,

but only for marriage".

You were always
for catchy titles.

How are you doing on that side?

We are divorcing.

And Bastien?

I have him weekends
and we share the holidays.

-And you can't work it out?
-No.

I have tried everything.

Madam does not want to live
in the shadow of Paul Kerjean.

She wants to live.

When we go out,
it's only about me.

If anyone comes to talk to me about my last
article or my last book,

I answer.

But there is always
some jerk

who comes to whisper
words like:

"I find you very intelligent,
dear lady."

Because she said to him, "Would you mind
passing me the salt?"

"You know
how beautiful you are?"

There you go
the word is out.

Words.

Words,
that's what they want.

You are tired
of the city, Paul.

Come on, come on.

Bravo for your article,

Mr. Guérande,

on the business tax.

And building these crap
towers?

In the next issue.

Thank you, Julien.

Admit that "bravo
for your article",

you believed
that it was addressed to you.

That is true.

You all imagine Paris
is the center of the world,

but here they do not care about
your Parisian scandals, old man.

Paul, one of these days,
you may receive a little word.

"The old man is dead."

Tell me I'll be gone
with the spring

full eyes, full ears
and full belly.

I will be buried here,
close to you,

and they will write on my grave:
"Here lies a happy old fool."

I'd rather engrave: "He
was talking about an inaccessible planet."

"Inaccessible", because I
joked about spring?

My springs are simple.

My spring of today,
is your visit

and a superb turkey, stuffed
just as I love, waiting for us.

Germaine!

What time did we find

the body?

A sailor discovered him
this morning around 6:15.

No doubt possible:
it's a suicide.

Mr. Benoît-Lambert
shot himself in the head.

We found that close to him,
on the front seat.

M. Kerjean, Mr. Bayen is waiting for you
in Mr. Hartmann's office.

Come in.

Sit.

This suicide confirms
your article.

But let's not appear triumphant.

It isn't nothing, but, if we
carry on, we'll annoy everyone.

Especially since we already have been
reproached for causing his death.

-That's not my opinion.
-But others think so.

I think we should continue.

We can not afford
to drop this case

as if we regretted
lighting a firecracker.

Let's go to the end,
there are still unanswered questions.

What questions?

J.B.L. could not sell
L'Electronique de France alone.

By finding the others,
it'll take us far and high.

The answer may be
in these photos.

Every other night,
J.B.L. went there, 16 Cisco Street.

These photos are part
of the series that Walter, the P.I.

engaged by Ms. Benoît-Lambert,
took during his stakeouts.

In the end, they were no use
for the divorce,

so he did not photograph anymore.

He had to go to his mistress's house?

No. She does not live there.

And then there is this one,

with this man seen from
behind,

the only one
that I have not yet identified.

We can't imagine
that J.B.L. would use this

to get out of trouble

He is dead and the rest belongs
to justice and history.

For me, it's over.

Thank you.

I've come to see Mr. Walter.

Wait,
Mr. Walter is in a meeting.

M. Kerjean... You'll do me the honour of
leaving this office.

I have nothing to tell you.

I told you everything I knew
during our interview.

I have nothing to add.

I beg you to go.

Listen, Kerjean, I do not have time,
I am in a hurry.

I must leave for a fila...
Uh... for an investigation.

You can understand that,
can't you?

Come on, be nice.

Leave me alone.
-Let me have ten minutes.

-But I do not have time.
-Make time.

There is no reason to!

Yes there is one.

I will write articles
on private detectives,

especially The Walter Agency.

After, you will not
worry about customers.

You will have plenty of time,
to receive me, for example.

But... you threaten me.

No, I offer you a choice.

Good.

But just ten minutes.

Who was Benoît-Lambert going to
at 16 Cisco Street?

Where?

I do not know.

On the ground floor,

a dental office.

On the first, a young couple,
two children.

They are always traveling.

Husband teaches in the United States
six months a year.

Mr. and Mrs. Chatillon.

On the second, the offices of
insurance advisors.

On the third,

a retired couple:
Mr. and Mrs. Holstein.

That's all, are you happy?

And that?

Benoît Lambert

and Laura Weber.

Do not be a fool.

The man who is in front,

who is it?

I've no idea.

I was not paid
to follow him.

I was following Benoît-Lambert
and Laura Weber.

That's all.
- How long did it last?

Nearly
until his last day.

Because we had you
removed from the case?

No.

And did you
stay until the end?

I was there.

You were there...
when he committed suicide?

Do you want my skin or what?

I'm trying to understand.

So, the last night,

you saw J.B.L. climb in
his car and you followed him.

-But no.
-You just told me!

No I did not say that.

That night, Benoît-Lambert
came out of his house

in the company of two men.

One of them sat
in the back with him,

the other got behind the wheel.

As I set off
to follow them, a truck

started, hid the car.

When the truck has passed,

their car was gone.

You know it's not mentioned
in the reports.

That night, I was sick,
I could not follow him.

I will declare this in court

if the case comes to that.

-Under oath?
-Yes.

I was not there, I did not see anything.
-Who were

these two men?

I do not know at all
and I do not want to know.

What did they look like?

Describe them to me.

Not tall or small,
neither too fat nor too lean.

They had
shoes,

pants and raincoats,
because it was raining.

Is it enough for you?
Have you seen their faces?

Ah, you would like
a photo.

No, I did not see anything.

I was parked at a certain distance
it was dark at night.

Now, for the love of God,
go away, Kerjean.

To show
I do not blame you,

I'll give you
a real friend's advice.

Drop this case,
forget Benoît-Lambert,

take a vacation,
leave this city.

Very good.

For now, it will be fine.
-Not now,

nor later.

Do not call me, do not come back,
I will not be here anymore.

-So, Bastien... You OK?
-Yeah.

-Rémi is not here?
-No.

Dad, how beautiful is she,
this boat!

What is her name?
-The ocean.

Come.

Here, it's Chebba.

Here.

Oh dear...

Bastien...

Go to the end of the gallery,
come back on the other side.

You're not coming?
-I'll join you.

Go ahead.

Miss Laura Weber?
-Yes.

Thank you for coming.

you are an intimate friend
of Jacques Benoît-Lambert.

What is it about?

I am not a friend
of Mr. Benoît-Lambert.

I need to talk to you.

But who are you?

Paul Kerjean.

Your nerve annoys me.

Haven't you done enough harm?

You are also looking
to dirty his private life?

Well, go ahead.

My name is Laura Weber
and I loved him deeply.

Mademoiselle...

I understand
your antipathy.

It is not a matter
of his private life.

Give me a moment
and keep calm.

Keep calm?

But you have no idea
of the contempt I bear you.

You are a filthy being.

Between two crosswords,
you smear the lives of others,

not admitting
to being less important than these people.

Dad!

Do not go.

It's the boat
Napoleon!

We do not scream
in a museum!

-Why?
-Look and shut up!

Excuse me.
It's ignoble.

Bring a kid
to soften me!

Nobody is looking
to soften you.

One can be a journalist and a
Dad who takes his son to the museum.

For the rest, I fulfilled
a professional duty.

No, you looked after
your career,

but you lack the guts
to admit it.

You have nothing to do with it?
-Mle Weber...

It could be that Benoît-Lambert
did not commit suicide.

Who would have killed him?

It is possible.

What makes you say that?

Worrying things,
but I can not say anything yet.

It will seem absurd to you,
but I need your help.

If it is to help you write a
great article, you're dreaming.

Calm down.

There will be no article.

Or, if one day there is one,
it will be to denounce his killers.

But I do not see how I
can help you.

Did he hint
that he thought he was in danger?

I talked to him
the afternoon of his death.

He told me he had decided
to counterattack,

that he would expose a scandal
that was bigger than him,

which concerned
the whole world,

and that I would be proud
to have trusted him.

This was your last contact?

No, he called me again
around 8 pm, 8:30 pm

He told me he was at home
and that he would go to my place

to tell me
what he intended to do.

He told me "I'm coming in 30 minutes,"
he was very jolly

I waited for him

Who told you?

No one.

It's horrible to learn about the
death of the man one loves on TV,

from someone for who it is
an incident just like any other,

between the weather and the rest.

That's it, you can continue
to throw arrows in the air

without trying to find out
where they fall.

If something else comes back to you,

you'll call me?

There is very little chance
that I'll call you.

Kerjean,

J.B.L. is dead.

May he rest in peace.

You understand?

Here Bayen.

We have not seen you
for two days!

Hartmann asked
what's become of you.

Do you always
leave the newspaper?

So, your presence here
would reassure us

and you would avoid
a risk of dismissal.

Good evening!

Paul, it's Helen.

I suppose
that you will have dinner with Bastien.

It'd be nice if you could keep
him until 10:30 pm

I'll go out.

Bastien...

Tonight, we're having a party.

We'll go to the restaurant and,
after, a movie.

"Bambi", have you seen it?

-I saw it twice.
-Let's see!

A movie with cowboys
and fight.

Stop... "Shane",
"The Man of the Lost Valleys".

The little boy will please you.

Is it all right?

It depends for whom.

Papa, when I grow up, I want
to be a doctor for the children.

It's called being a...

Pedi... pedicure...

It's not pedicure.

It is...

-Pediatrician.
-That's it.

It seems like a good job.

Go on, we're going away.

Can I take my bicycle
to mum's?

Of course!

And where is your restaurant?

Hello, Elevator support?

This is the Convention building,
number 128.

You sent your workers
to maintain the elevator.

They have just left,
the ground floor door is blocked

and there was a noise
in the shaft.

Yes, at 128.

You haven't sent anyone?

I'm not crazy.

-You did not get my message?
-Yes.

It was agreed
that our relationship

"Would be limited
to Bastien."

It's about him. Indirectly.

But I'm here because of him.

But what have you done?

Tell me, my Bastien.

Mum,
I broke my bicycle.

Oh, it's nothing, honey.

Here is a gift for you.

You are crazy.

You came because
of the bicycle?

I will explain the situation
as soon as your doctor is gone.

Go play in your room.

Who told you?

Any kid with divorced parents
hesitates between his father's job.

and that of his mother's lover.

In conclusion, not being
a doctor was easy.

Paul, go away.

HéIène, I'm really sorry
to play the spoilsport,

but your soirée
is seriously compromised.

It's very, very serious.

So stop speaking in riddles.

Bastien and I
escaped an attack.

What was this attack?

They tried to kill you?
-Yes.

Why?

What has this to do with Bastien?

Nothing, but, through Bastien,
it's me they're after.

But who are "they"?

I do not know, I am doing an
investigation that will upset.

On Benoît-Lambert?

Yes.

He committed suicide, which proves
that what you said was true.

He would not have committed suicide.

My article was used to make up
an assassination suicide.

Why?

To stop him talking.

Because he was going to talk.

And you know what he was
going to say?

Not at all.

But they do not know it.

Helen...

Take Bastien away from here
for a while.

I suppose
that it would be useless

if I asked you
to give up.

No, no way.

OK.

Where should I go?

I thank you.

Helen...

I'd married you

with good reason.

Mr. Guérande, it's Paul Kerjean.

No, it's not good,
but I will explain.

Mr. Guérande,
can you do me a great service?

Could you look after
Helen and Bastien?

Yes.

No... Let's say enforced holidays.

Will you pick them up at the station?

On the evening train, yes.

Mr. Guérande, thank you.

And give Germaine a big kiss.

Pardon me again,
Pierre.

I'll call you back.

I cannot do anything for you?

No, but do not worry.

And thank you again.

I beg your pardon.

I hope he did not take
my intrusion

for a vulgar
scene of jealousy.

It was...

very important for you?

Not anymore than Bastien.

M. Kerjean.

We do not see you often.

What do I do with the mail?
-In summary?

That's the "insults" pile.

I summarize: "You destroy all life,
you tell someone else's story,

"coldly,
hiding behind your profession.

"You are a shit stirrer."

Etc., etc.

And that, what is it?

A gentleman who lives in the countryside
and who wrote to you

toilet paper being rare,

your article
will end in this form.

He adds the famous words
of Henri Jeanson:

"I read you this morning, sir,
a distracted backside."

And, that's the pile
"I really liked your article,"

"Much appreciated,
bravo for your courage",

"it is with interest...".

Etc., etc.
-Nothing else?

A young woman came to see you
three times without leaving her name.

-Bayen is in his office?
-Oh yes, he is still there.

We'll avoid
the preliminaries.

Here's a ghost.

Are you still
part of the newspaper?

I'll go straight to the heart
of the matter.

One,

I escaped an attack.

They wanted to kill me,

My son and I.

Two, I'm sure
Benoît-Lambert did not commit suicide

and that he was killed.

Three, anyone working
on this case is in danger.

Four, I continue the research.

Five, you cover me,
or else, I'll resign.

How do we cover you?

No word to Hartmann.

Officially, you assign me
an investigation

like "the crisis of the cinema",
the article I already wrote.

Published last year.

You change a few commas,
it always works.

Officially,
I continue my investigation.

In case of a glitch,
you are not aware of anything.

Okay with you?

-Come in.
-M. Kerjean, she's here.

Who is?

The Lady
who came three times.

I must be stupid to
trust someone like you...

Mle Weber, it's a question
we must settle between us.

I do not have time to persuade you
that you are wrong,

that you can trust me, etc.

So, talk or leave.

I've just been burgled.

My whole apartment was searched,
the carpets ripped up.

What was stolen?

what?
-Nothing, absolutely nothing.

So it's not burglary,
they searched for something in vain.

Clearly.

But... in your opinion,
I should contact the police?

What will you tell them?

That nothing was stolen?

Answer me

frankly.

Do you have an idea of what
your visitors were looking for?

No, really.

So, some good advice:

Do not risk anything,
it is better for you to leave Paris.

I'll go to my sister,
in the provinces, tomorrow.

It's a good decision.

Good.

And thanks for having
trust in me.

Mlle Weber,
one last question.

Do you remember the man
with whom you had dinner that evening?

Yes, it's Michel Saint-Claude,
a friend of Jacques.

And what does he do in life?

He is president of a big
European club, I believe.

M. Kerjean, you are always interested
in the G.T.I empire, I see.

You do not remember?

We met at the Brussels Convention.

It was 4 o'clock and we were
acting as if it were 9 pm

What would you like to drink,
Mr. Kerjean?

I can't decide between a tall glass
of whiskey and a good latte

with croissants.

You liked me very much.

Your arguments were a little naive,
but full of common sense.

Daring to stand up to the president
was a show not to be missed.

The little paper

slipped into my pocket...
it was you.

It was me,
at the risk of my position.

Sit.

A whiskey?

M. Saint-Claude, you were closely
linked with Jacques Benoît-Lambert?

You were friends?

We had become, slowly.

I liked Jacques very much.

And he reciprocated.

Did you slip some papers?
-In a way.

But this time,
it cost me my job.

What happened?

You know...

To understand what is happening in
a multinational like G.T.I.,

you have to have been
at one of these marathon conferences

which start at 10 am
and finish at midnight.

Once a month, the President
leaves New York in his Boeing

with 40 of his collaborators.

He arrives in Brussels.

There, on the 18th floor of the
G.T.I building,

the directors of the subsidiaries
share the hot seat.

It's a terrifying ordeal,

a supernatural spectacle.

-Good morning, gentlemen.
-Good morning.

We were examining that morning
the annual accounts of a subsidiary:

the Texlico.

The results were disappointing:
the numbers in the "real" column,

namely the results recorded
actually in the year,

compared to those
from the "forecast" column,

namely the forecasts,

showed that the objectives
were not reached.

The accusing arrow indicated that
sales were down 2.60%.

And this despite
nearly $ 74 million

invested in research
and development.

Overhead costs
had increased by 8.60%.

Profits

were down
$ 36 million,

that is 29.41% less
than the expected figure.

During these meetings, the monarch,
who reigns over our company,

checks if the directors
are well connected to the system.

He wants them to
present their accounts.

Some were coming out
on the verge of fainting,

others were drunk
for 24 hours.

I was a hardened executive and

calmly was waiting
for the attack.

We are not Americans
only with the Americans.

We always knew
to be European with Europeans

and French with the French.

We are here
to coordinate

and benefit these subsidiaries
with our global structure.

You're not tired, Neil.

The press explains that
well to the French.

For them, we are
a foreign company

who wants to settle in France to
escape customs barriers

and enjoy the benefits
reserved for French companies.

But what is
a press campaign?

Two days, a week?

A piece of Africa
or the changing Middle East,

an annexation in perspective,
and then it's over.

I spoke to you earlier
of two major reasons.

The second is the P.D.G.
of I'Electronique de France.

Benoît-Lambert is obstinate
he will not give in.

We have bought this man.

No, for now,
you only bought his son-in-law.

We bought a company
with the rotten name SCOVIM

represented by the
"son-in-law + Benoît-Lambert".

The son-in-law is not worth a penny,
it is obvious to everyone that,

if we paid
1 billion 750 million,

it's for Benoît-Lambert.

He is condemned
to some reciprocity

in matters that interests us.

If he makes a move,

it's a scandal.

He will make a move.

M. Saint-Claude, to buy
a man who holds power,

it takes three conditions.

One, make sure he is buyable
and put forward the price.

Two, assure him discretion
absolute and total.

Three, remove any possible remorse

by suggesting how skillfully
he acted

in the interests of his country.

In general, they are very open
to these kinds of suggestions.

We executed
the first two conditions.

You missed the third.

The people we buy know they
do not act out of national interest.

They pretend to believe it.

Benoît-Lambert refuses to cheat.

He represents a fourth
condition that escaped you.

The interview had begun
by "my dear Michel"

and ended
by "M. Saint-Claude".

Which, in G.T.I. language,
meant I was fired.

How do you explain
that Benoît-Lambert

took a huge bribe for
a service he refuses to enact?

Better to announce the scandal,
with supporting evidence.

Your company
acts fast.

They used me to destroy
the reputation of Benoît-Lambert.

And they did remove him,
to prevent him from speaking.

You are going a little too fast,
I believe.

The company beats him to the scandal
and changes sides,

but to go from there to
murder, no.

G.T.I. is not the Mafia.

This building
do you know anything?

It's number16,
Cisco Street.

On the ground floor,
the dental office

of Dr. Riéra.

On the first, the Chatillon family.

In the second, an expert
in insurance, Robert Duroc.

On the third,
Mr. and Mrs. Holstein.

No, none of that
tells me anything.

Never mind.

Thank you.

Wait.

I recall that there was
a Holstein at G.T.I.

He was director
for Austria.

It must have been
in 1935.

But that surely
has no connection.

Thank you.

I am Joachim Holstein

and I was director of G.T.I.
in Austria, from 1930 to 1938.

I do not see how
I can be useful to you.

You know
Jacques Benoît-Lambert?

I've read this name in the newspapers,
but I did not know him.

M. Holstein, this man
that you say you do not know,

has been photographed at least ten times
entering your building.

There is a dental office and an
insurance broker in this building.

A lot of people visit.

The Chatillons are absent
for five months.

The dental office closes at 19:00
the insurance broker at 18:00.

Now, Mr. Benoît-Lambert
was photographed each time

entering this house around 9 pm
leaving around midnight.

You must be able to shed
light on this mystery,

but, I repeat, we are
not interested in your problem.

Apart from my son and my daughter-in-law,
we do not receive anyone.

Good.

So, forgive me
for having bothered you.

Mr. Holstein...

I believe you know something
and you refuse to talk.

I have no way
to prove to you my good faith,

and you have no reason
to believe me, but, do you see,

very big things often
happen because two men,

face to face, look at each other

and seize
this indefinable second

who trust,

without reason, without logic.

I believe we have
missed this second.

It sounds nice,
what you just said,

but it concerns big men.

I am a very small man
who will soon die.

Mr. Kerjean, do you want to come back,
I would like to have a word to you.

My wife.

Monsieur.
-Madame.

My famous indefinable second
played late?

No, my sight is too weak
to detect a second so subtle.

I just assume that,

if you had belonged to the clan
of those who have removed James,

you would not have left
without, say, some violence.

I see your brain
remained alert.

It's fine on this side,
thank you.

So this is it...

They killed him
an hour too early.

He was coming to my house
to collect an important file.

They believed
he already had it.

-But who are "they"?
-I do not know.

Those who are concerned
about this folder.

I do not believe that,
in any case, not directly.

Sit.

This file, Mr. Kerjean,

it's the Second World
War history,

of a gigantic economic empire
called G.T.I.

This little piece of the past
will enlighten the present.

Come next to me.

"New York Times", August 4, 1933.

"Hitler receives
for the first time

a delegation of American businessmen
in Berchtesgaden."

In fact, Hitler was
meeting the delegation

in order
to receive the President of G.T.I.,

Arnold C. Adams.

Look.

Tough questions from the press
in this famous interview,

Adams responds:
"All I can

tell you is that Mr Hitler
dresses impeccably

and he's a real gentleman."

The real reason for this trip
of Adams to the Nazis,

we will learn
after the war, in 1946,

during an interrogation
of SS General Kurt von Schroeder,

provider of funds of the Gestapo.

"Kurt von Schroeder, from 1933
to the declaration of war,

"we find you at the head
from the administration board

"of the American G.T.I.
corporation

Who appointed you
to this post?"

"The President of G.T.I.,

Mr. Arnold Adams."

"What were
your duties?"

"Developing the business of G.T.I.
in Germany,

"reorganizing the subsidiaries,

and signing
new arms contracts."

"From 1933 to 1939, thanks to you,

"G.T.I receives favourable
treatment from the Nazis,

"unlike all the other
foreign companies

"which were expropriated.

"Why did the American
corporation G.T.I.

escape nationalization?"

"By nationalizing G.T.I., we
would just inherit a few factories.

"By keeping these factories as
German subsidiaries of G.T.I.,

"we received all the American
patents and global

high technology,
which we badly needed."

"Very quickly, the balance sheets
from G.T.I. Germany

"showed huge profits.

What became of these profits?"

"From 1934,
I proposed to Mr. Adams

"to transfer, one way or
another, these profits to America.

"He told me that
he preferred to reinvest them

in other German
armament companies.

That's what I did."

"We built
new factories

"with some of these profits
and invested the rest by buying

32% of the shares of Focke-Wulf."

"It should be pointed out
that Focke-Wulf

was the factory that manufactured
German bombers."

"In your opinion, Mr Schroeder,

why did G.T.I. invest
profits

in the Nazi machine war?"

"It was clear that G.T.I.
and its president Adams

believed in German victory."

"Dr. Gerhardt Kramer,
you were the director

"of all G.T.I factories in
Germany and in the occupied countries,

from 1933
until the end of the war."

"Yes."

"In 1938, after the Anschluss,
Germany invades Austria.

G.T.I falls within
the law of

"expropriation of foreign
companies

and confiscation of goods."

"The factories G.T.I.
are still spared.

Why?"

"I suggested the G.T.I factories.

would benefit from
German nationality."

"With the full authority
of President Adams?"

"Yes of course."

G.T.I therefore became a
German factory

"and you dismissed director,
Joachim Holstein,

because he was Jewish."

"It is not me
who dismissed Joachim Holstein.

Joachim Holstein
is here present.

We will hear
his testimony."

Mr Holstein.

I was fired in two minutes.

Arnold Adams went to my desk,
I looked him in the face.

and for the first time,
he looked away.

He told me:

"My dear Joachim, I'm really
sorry about what's happening to you

"but, either way,
it is not the fault of G.T.I.

"if the world splits
into two camps.

"In dealing with Hitler, I protect
the interests of our shareholders

"and I avoid nationalisation
of our subsidiaries.

I'm sure we
will meet again very soon."

I did not see him again.

"Thank you, Mr Holstein,
for your testimony.

"Dr. Kramer,

"after the entry of America
in the Second World War,

"you continued
to receive in Germany

"G.T.I. war materials

and raw materials?"

"Dr. Kramer, answer!"

"Excuse me,
it was a question?"

"It was a question."

"My answer is yes."

"How did you get
this material?"

"This goods were made
by the G.T.I. subsidiary in Spain,

who sent it to us."

"One last personal question
Dr. Kramer.

"What do you think of the behavior
of G.T.I.

during the war?"

"I believe
that Mr Kurt von Schroeder

is better placed than me
to answer you."

"May I allow myself
to correct you, sir,

"we are not
American, but German.

"Your question probably suggests
that G.T.I. betrayed its country.

It served ours
and that was enough for us."

So, Germans made bombers

in Focke-Wulf factories with
G.T.I investments,

they bomb Allied ships,
vessels for which G.T.I. provides

detection devices nicknamed
Huff-Duff,

which protected them from
German submarines.

But the position of these ships

were reported to Germany via
cables installed by G.T.I.

At which point, it is no longer
business, it is surrealism.

President Adams was anything
you wanted, but not a poet.

When he saw that Allied victory
was unavoidable,

he changed sides.

He put G.T.I. exclusively
at the service of the Allied cause.

And in colonel's uniform

he followed the victorious army
across Western Europe

to Germany, and watched
the reopening of his factories.

Finally,

after the war, no single voice
rose to denounce him...

But there were others.

The Department of Justice
established an indictment

which prepared heavy charges.

The indictment,

dated March 10, 1947,
was never signed

and the trial never took place.

This is no longer "surrealism",
but the world of Kafka.

In 1967,

the US government
awarded 27 million dollars

war damages

suffered by the G.T.I. factories
in Germany,

and $5 million for
Focke-Wulf bomber plants

under the pretext that they were
American properties

destroyed
by Allied bombing.

And President Adams
never worried?

Arnold Adams died in 1963,
in his bed.

Decorated with the highest
American distinction,

France made him an
Officer of the Legion of Honor,

and Belgium,
Commander of the Order of Leopold.

Here.

I spent 40 years
bringing all these pieces together.

There is in there,
all the patent numbers,

and the plans that served both
the Germans and the Allies,

750 testimonials, every minute of
smaller trials,

the G.T.I. accounts
during the war,

all bribes found,
identified.

Nobody knows that you
have this folder?

No, not since
Benoît-Lambert died.

It's yours.

Read it closely

and you will find the key
to the mystery you want to uncover,

but beware of drawing
conclusions too fast.

Thank you
for your trust.

Oh, it's a poisoned gift.

You have to know,
before taking it,

that as long as this folder
does not come to light,

until it is published, you will
be in danger of being killed,

or being a billionaire.

Reasonably
and logically,

what do you think I should do?

You hesitate to reply?

No, I look.

What did you say already?

"This indefinable second
of trust,

"without reason

and without logic."

I guess I have to
raise my hands in the air.

That is what is done
in this kind of situation.

Exactly.

Sit there.

What a shame.

It's been months with an organization
of professionals

trying to find out
what Benoît-Lambert was cooking up,

What was this bomb
that he wanted to explode?

and it is an amateur, a little
journalist, who discovers the truth.

Now that you have discovered it,
I suppose you will kill me.

Of course.

Can I know who you are?

You owe me that.
- My name is Stan Hankins.

Yes, if you want...
My question was stupid.

As are you in this case.

I know.

You used me first
to slaughter J.B.L. morally

and place him
in a suicidal situation.

My role was supposed to end there.

Exactly.

You wanted to go beyond this role,
but without being a heavy-weight.

You will disappear
without having understood anything.

Oh no.

For a few minutes,
I put together the puzzle.

One,

why does an empire like G.T.I. want
to absorb L'Electronique de France,

when they have the same factories
at home and better?

Because the laws of their country prevent
them from accessing the huge market

within a state,

which we will call "X".

So they are looking for a country that has
no problem with this state "X",

from where they can service their
client

in peace.

This country is France.

The factory already exists: Electronique
de France will serve as cover.

Two, the usual process of
"kickbacks" is not enough.

Then G.T.I. says to state "X":
"I can service you,

but there is an obstacle
that I can not cross."

And three,

state "X" in question
charges their secret services,

or a similar organization,
to erase this obstacle.

And...

a man, who will be called Hankins
for this operation,

lands in France.

And this state X... is it?

Second stupid question.

Pity.

A small hole will remain
in my puzzle.

For two days,
we lost track of you,

because of a technical error.

No, I evaded your agents

The Champs-Elysées building
where I entered had two exits.

No matter.

It was during these two days
that you got this file.

Who gave it to you?

Ah... Ah good.

I now understand why
you have not been more expeditious.

Stay where you are.

Who gave you
this folder?

May I ask you how is
your little sister?

You do not want to answer.

So, I no longer have the monopoly
on stupid questions.

You are wrong, Mr. Kerjean,
we can negotiate.

Negotiate what?

Your life,

for a name
and an address.

And the only guarantee that
you offer me, is your word?

You are not in position
to demand anything else.

That said,
think for a second.

One can well imagine
that the man you are going to designate

will have some unpleasant
little stories,

From then on, you do not represent
a danger for us anymore.

You can not boast
to have traded your life?

If I disappear, I'm not alone.

I'm investigating for my newspaper,
they will want to know what happened.

We thought of that.

There is a little letter

that explains everything.

You are a depressed man

who invented information,
falsified documents,

who feels responsible
for the death of Benoît-Lambert.

These are your confessions
on your typewriter, before...

Before my suicide.

That's it.

So?

I will never say it.

I accept.

I will write it for you.

Hello

Hello, Bayen?

It's Paul Kerjean.

Me who finally went to bed early,
you exaggerate!

Where did you get to this week?

Listen, it's urgent,
I can not talk long.

I have to leave Paris
for some time.

What is it?

-I killed a man.
-But who?

Where?
-I will tell you.

For tonight, just know
that I have an explosive dossier

and the truth about the Benoît
Lambert case.

I need 6 pages
in the Monday edition.

See to it with Hartmann.

It will be ready when?

I'll try to write
my article tonight.

Afterwards, I'll meet the police,
the courts, but first the article.

But where can I call you?

I'll call you.

Good evening.

Hello?

M. Guérande it's Paul.

Paul, but we've had no
news of you.

Calling you would have
put you in danger.

Bastien is well?

Very good.

He is already in bed.

Thank Helen
for her great patience.

She will be able to return
in a few days.

And you, how are you?

Yes, it'll be OK.

Do me one last service.

I will be at the Hotel de la Sirène,
in Saint-Paul-le-Village, 2 hours away.

It is 30 km from Vesons, I believe.

-35 exactly.
-That's it.

I need a typewriter,
a lot of paper.

No, I will not have the strength to type.
Do you have a tape recorder?

The machine you gave me
last year.

My little Paul, I'm ashamed,
I never used it.

Perfect.

Can you ask someone
from the newspaper to bring me all this

with ten cassettes?

Yes of course.

What's happening?

I will tell you everything.

Do not forget: Hotel de la Sirène,
in Saint-Paul-le-Village.

And a litre of coffee,
a lot of coffee.

Thank you.

I would like a room.

For how many nights?

Three or four.

The 26th, second.

room 17 would not be free,
by any chance?

Yes, but it is
for two.

It does not matter?
-It is very good.

In 30 minutes, someone will
bring me a package.

Say that...
-Yes, they are waiting for you over there.

My poor Helen, without doubt,
I will have pissed you off to the end.

Paul, please.

Why did you choose
this hotel?

Because I needed a hidden place,
far away from Paris,

and not too close to you,
so you'd avoid any trouble.

That's all.

Paul,
What is going on?

I will spend the night
writing a very long article.

You'll know everything
when you read La Tribune.

That's all
you can tell me?

Yes because
it's very complicated,

and I have come so far.

You are waiting for someone?

I hope not.

The room 17,
is it also a coincidence?

Ah that, absolutely.

I will stay with you
tonight.

-Listen, Helen...
-But I will not bother you.

You will not even see
that I am here.

I will not learn what happens
to you through the newspaper.

Title in bold type:
"Thousand Billion Dollars."

My name is Paul Kerjean.

Profession: chief correspondent.

A pompous title
that we are given,

because we are in the world
where men fight

and die.

Tonight, I'm a survivor
of that most ruthless of wars,

the economic war,

where the generals are in striped suits
well cut,

and their weapon,
a tidy briefcase.

Behind three discrete initials,

a letter, a point, a letter,
a point, a letter, a point,

hides the most gigantic
machine to grind the borders,

States, collective interests,

for the sole purpose of producing more,
constantly creating markets,

and selling.

I have banged my head

against this challenge to the world.

If dynamism
and the globalization of business

is the nature of things,
it is hard to accept

that they profit
from just 30 firms worldwide.

It's up to the states and the
governments to which they belong

to control them
to predict them, define them

and dominate them.

There is an absence of policy
and a lack of will,

these economic empires
that we see,

legitimised and towering above
gigantically

They watch us,
with our little flags,

our borders, our big bombs,
our patriotism,

our ideologies,
our quarrels and our folklores,

while we appear at the
bottom of their annual balance sheets:

A thousand billion dollars.

You know,

the room 17,
it was not a coincidence.

Do you remember?

Everything.

Our departure after the ceremony,
your joy at discovering Venice,

our breakdown
35 kilometers from Vesons,

3 kilometers on foot
to St. Paul,

the Hotel de la Sirène,

room 17.

The light bulb,
unpacking our stuff,

your crazy laugh when I
was looking for you in the dark.

You typed everything?

Paul... what
has happened to us?

M. Guérande told me one day

that we were sick of the city.

La Tribune?
-Yes.

M. Bayen
from Mr. Kerjean.

-Here Bayen.
-Bayen...

My article is finished.

Where are you?

I will drop it in this morning.

But tell me where you are.

You're suspicious of me?
-On the phone.

Hartmann will publish
my article on Monday?

Listen, Kerjean,
I am with Mr Hartmann.

Ask him if there are problems.

You must come to see him.

I will not come back to Paris in case
my article does not appear.

If Hartmann wants to talk to me,
pass him to me.

Why are you refusing to come?

For security reasons.

Paul, you're tired, overworked,
this investigation has exhausted you.

You imagine dangers,
assassins, murders.

You have nothing to fear.

Come, we'll talk and you'll see
that you have nothing to fear.

But you're treating me as if
I'm crazy?

No, I talked about overwork.

You explain it very well in
the letter we found at your place

typed.

But if you found that letter,

you also found dead
the man who came to kill me

Hello!

My little Paul,

we called the police
and Bayen went to your house.

You see!

But there was no corpse
at your home, no blood

and no mess,
however, they found

your letter.
-Someone else

cleaned up.

Yes, of course, of course.

M. Hartmann

listen to me carefully.

In this investigation,
I almost lost my skin,

and as long as this article
does not appear, I remain in danger.

I will explain later,
but I ask you to believe me.

I have an explosive record of 700
pages proving everything I say.

Bring it with your article.

I will ask one of your colleagues,
to quietly check everything

and I will advise. But your article
will not appear on Monday.

Very good,
I will take it elsewhere!

In your place, I would not do that.

People will wonder
why you made that choice.

They will check
your file.

They will want to proceed
in the same way as me.

No, believe me,
bring us all this.

And, above all, go and rest,
you really need it.

Say, are you sure
that in La Tribune,

there isn't a little bit
of G.T.I.?

A stupid question
and insulting!

There you go.

Helena

I am screwed.

I say

that they will publish your article.

Stop, it's useless.

Nobody wants to stick their neck out
like that, right now.

Promise to stay here
until I call you.

I only ask that of you.

Helena...

You going out
in the middle of a cyclone.

Let me try.

What is the risk?

Don't move from here,
I'll phone you.

Hello?

Paul, it's Helen.
-Are you crazy or what?

You left at 9 o'clock this morning,
what happened to you?

Your article will be in
all the kiosks of France on Monday,

400,000 copies.

Wait, do not tell me
the title of the newspaper.

Let me guess.

400,000 copies is...

No, that's not it.

No more.

Oh no, not there,
you are not close at all.

No...

Do not get tired,
you will never work it out.

Listen to something
which will put you on the path.

The Courrier de Vesons.

But you told me
400,000 copies.

Guérande has used all
his paper stock

for 14 months in one issue
and is only publishing your article.

You are happy?

Helen, you're...

You're great.

Poor Mr. Guérande. He wanted to
stand out from Parisian newspapers...

Germaine, wait,
you are embarrassing.

Listen to him.

Faster, Sylvester!

-I cannot, I am at maximum.
-He is having fun.

I'll pass him to you?

No because...
I would not know what to say to him.

He has got me out of such a mess.

See you soon...
No wait.

Do not hang up.

You are with someone?

No, see, I'm at the hotel.

No, I mean...
Do you have someone in your life?

No.

But, knowing what happens to me,
even if I had someone,

she would have let me down already.

You might be able to
stay a little with us.

It would be so much
fun for Bastien.

Ah, then, if it's to do
Bastien's pleasure, it's okay.

And after, Paul, do you have an idea
of what do you want to do?

Hello, are you still here?

Yes I am still here.

I thought about your question.

After...

After, I think I'll try
and join the human race.

Come quickly.

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