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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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