Intriguing music
...
(-Inflamed bronchi with intra-parenchymal nodules,)
(whose origin should be confronted to histological data. Point.)
(Disabling respiratory failure,)
(level 3 out of 5 with hypertension, tachycardia. Point.)
(90% oximetry and expansion left ventricular. Point.)
She's got a coughing.
...
Pedal bin
...
So, Mrs. Trappin... Mrs. Trappi... Mrs. Trappu...
Mrs. Trappo... - Trappet.
- Mrs. Trappet.
What do these images evoke to you?
- It's weird, but I think it's pretty.
- I don't know if “pretty” is the right word.
- Yes, I suspected. But these colors make me think of flowers...
A bunch of marigolds.
There, we're getting closer.
- What's that thing?
- Something rare, but more and more frequent.
An occupational disease autoimmune.
- Autoimmune?
-Your antibodies are turning over against you.
- And why do they do that?
You're a hairdresser, did you tell me?
The sprays you use have squinted your bronchial cells.
Your antibodies no longer recognize them. - My antibodies?
-Antibodies
are cells that make identity in the organism.
There they don't recognize sketched cells:
“Wouldn't that be foreign bodies?”
Like the police, they ask: “Your papers.”
“We are bronchial cells.”
“You don't look like to the photos. Outside.”
And that's what makes you suffer.
When the police are wrong, It does damage.
They go after themselves without knowing it.
- My antibodies are dumb.
- No, my metaphor about the police was not innocent.
- And the treatment... Is he effective?
-It all depends of what is meant by “effective”.
Anti-Inflammatory can limit damage.
They protect the cell
of repression.
- And...
And I... Me... I...
Do I have time?
Sad music
-It all depends on what we hear. by “having time”.
It's very personal. Have time for you,
it's not the same thing for me.
I don't know what you're doing when you have time.
Difficult to answer objectively to a subjective question...
She's moving away.
Soft music
...
-As director DESS North,
my ISD approach will be simple.
Reorganization of the computer park
with first and foremost security, my domain.
But also the development and strategy.
I created an algorithm
ministerial interconnections
that connects each individual to all its national files.
I can present to the board the parameters.
Attached is the technical dossier...
*-M. Cuchas? Remote monitoring network. We're ready.
...
Keyboard Rattling
...
- Security level too low. Too weak?
Yes, I can see it.
- You see him?
- I can activate facial recognition.
- Is that legal?
- No, doable.
Karim Bella, born in Pontoise
on 23/06/87...
- Karim Bella, Born in Pontoise on 23/06/87.
- It's me!
*Agree. We're going back.
-Attached proposals for legal purposes.
*-Security? Elevator network ready.
He's typing on his keyboard.
*Are you in the elevator? -Yes.
- OKAY. It's gone.
- What's gone?
The elevator goes up. But I was on standby.
-Yes, your encryption algos are not good.
Sir, I'm at a stop.
The door opens and closes.
- Your codes are too fragile. The phone's ringing.
Intriguing music
... ...
Hello?
Yes... Yes, Mr. Kurtzman.
I'm glad to hear you, Mr. Kurtzman.
Right away... I'm coming right now. See you right now, Mr. Kurtzman.
...
Hello, hello? Sir, excuse me...
Excuse me, sir. You can Get me down, please?
*Sir? Please.
- So, Mr. Cuchor... Cuchas...
How's it going, network security?
- Good. Very good. - Good.
- It's not very difficult, basic home automation.
I have also advanced well about the program
of the northern zone. For the DESS North area,
it is necessary to reorganize interdepartmental connections.
I created a powerful system that allows you to connect everything to everything.
Legal advice finds the fragile folder.
But I'm going to meet a legislator...
- Slowly... Slowly, Mr. Cuchus. Here's...
The Ministry wants to that the reorganization of services
be entrusted to someone more...
How to say... uh... - More competent?
-No. No, no... More... uh...
- Younger?
-No.
I mean, yes.
Uh... On paper, kids who come out of high schools,
Central, the Mines... Uh... What do I know?
But it will be yours to share with them... your ideas
for the reorganization.
-A lot... Much younger?
- Young people.
-You told me I'd run the northern zone.
-Yes. But, uh... actually... uh...
No.
Between a very gifted old lion and the arrival of a new stream,
the management chooses the old lion to train young people.
For them to reorganize the northern zone.
- It's been 18 months I'm working on it.
- I know... I know all this...
And besides... we're counting on you... for, uh...
train, integrate,
initiate this way of doing in the heads of these young people,
which, perhaps, later, will be new Mr. Cuchos.
Office atmosphere
...
Sad music
...
Sad music and rhythmic music mingle.
...
“Mala Vida” (Mano Negra)
...
Sad music
... Indistinct accelerated words
... ...
*In English
*...
*Shot
*...
*Shot
*...
*Shot
*...
*Shot
Bubble of the offices
...
- It wasn't worth it. to move around again.
Only the child can choose to find you again.
- I have a health concern.
-Find an abandoned child under X for 30 years, it has been difficult.
And you're not digitized.
You're not even scanned.
-Excuse me.
-Except archives, if they exist still at the place of birth,
there is no trace of your childbirth.
- At this point?
-"Giving is giving, to take it is to fly.”
We can't do anything, then?
He sighs.
-We can file a file to solicit internal affairs.
- Internal affairs... -Yes.
The upper ladder, the ones who decide.
A unit of their department takes care of the files under X.
- I've called on them several times.
- It can take some time.
- I don't have a lot of them.
-But here, madam... If you're in a hurry, we don't get out of it.
You're not alone.
He laughs.
*I apologize...
*I apologize, but I find it too unfair.
*I don't understand...
*I apologize too... in relation to the damage I'm going to do
*and the work I'm going to give maintenance personnel.
*The envelope on the desk, it's for them.
There's a little bit of money in it.
No need to warn my wife and my children.
I don't have any.
*This movement of... anger may seem a little... excessive.
*But I think it's too unfair.
Sad music
...
*I'm very good...
... *I'm...
...
Excuse my rudeness.
...
Goodbye, you idiots.
...
Detonation and screaming
Screams
Brouhaha
Breathing panting
... ...
Little screams of fear
- What is it?
The phones are still ringing.
...
The man groans.
...
-Ah no...
He groans.
No...
Detonation
Howling
...
Crash
Moaning
Panic screams
...
Phones keep ringing and the man to moan.
...
*Computer sizzling repeating in a loop, “Goodbye, jerks.”
*...
*... Intriguing music
... *...
*... -M. Cuchus... Cu... Cu... Mr. Cuchos.
*... Let's talk. We need to talk.
Huh? It's not just violence, Mr. Cuchor... Cuchor.
... *...
Put down your gun.
*... Dialoguing...
Music of Suspense
... *...
...
... Efforts
... ...
... Elevator beep
...
Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Come on.
... Efforts
...
Mr. Cuchor?
You... Did you put your gun down?
Don't... Don't shoot.
*-An executive of the health agency...
*-Sawn barrel rifle... Ballistics...
A serious wounded, for now.
*-Prognosis committed.
- Armed and dangerous.
Radicalized. *-Special services...
*I was supposed to call you, Mr. Minister.
- Warn the Interior.
And let it remain strictly between them and us. Understood?
Blow music
She's got a coughing.
... ...
-Hello.
- Who are you?
-Su... Suze... Suze Trappet.
Hello.
...
- What am I doing here?
-So, I...
I was at the health agency...
and I allowed myself to take you with me.
- To take me with you? -Yes.
I'm looking for a file for a child that I gave up on X and...
you could help me.
- You help? -Yes.
You're an important guy... Internal affairs.
And it is through you that...
- I'm in computer support.
It has nothing to do with with the folders under X.
Excuse me, ma'am, but these are not ways of doing things.
We don't kidnap people. for a folder.
- And we don't shoot them at work.
-What?
You shot Mr. Dupuis.
-Ah no! No!
I was shooting at me.
- Everybody thinks that you shot him.
He sighs.
...
How's he doing?
- Medium.
- Medium dead or alive?
-Pff... Medium.
Breathing panting
- But you, Did you see what happened?
Intriguing music
- Depends. - What do you mean?
- If you help me, I've seen everything, otherwise, I didn't see anything.
-But... But you're sick!
-Yes.
...
- Anyway, I filmed myself with the computer.
They must have seen my installation.
- Mmm... What installation?
- The computer, the rifle...
...
Did you take it all out?
...
But ma'am, What right did you do that?
What did I do to you? - Nothing, precisely!
You didn't do anything to me!
Me, I want Somebody do something to me!
I've been asking for years a track, anything
to find my kid!
- Calm down.
Where did you get that child?
There.
- What do you mean here?
There before, It was the maternity hospital of the Blueberries.
- You want me to do some excavations?
- We told me everything was at the place of birth.
-The Departmental House of the place of birth. Not there.
- No, but I know all this...
But I wanted to see this place again.
You would come at the Departmental House with me?
Afterwards, I'll testify on your behalf. Please.
-Ma'am,
We don't kidnap people... I'll explain to my superiors.
-They'll be happy.
- Tell me where you put the computer.
- Good luck. -Ma'am,
please.
I'll talk about you. You'll be forced to tell the truth.
Right, Mrs.... Mrs. Trappu... Trappi... Mrs. Trappo...
Do you hear what I'm saying? Madame? Madame?
Sad music
- He's being refused.
And the other becomes the enemy,
Any other one. Whoever blocks him
in his ascent. The ego dies or lives. If he lives,
it's with rage, and it is the passage to act.
terrible! Violent!
Did he have any disputes? with Mr. Dupuis?
-M. Cuchar doesn't like young people.
I felt it during the interview. -Yeah...
Phobia of youth, bitterness of his life...
The young man is no longer him. He doesn't love each other. He wants to kill him.
Anything else? - Uh...
At the cafeter', Mr. Dupuis took the last coffee available.
- And here's...
Mr. Dupuis becomes a castrator, the one that prevents Mr. Cuchas.
And at this moment of professional rejection,
what does Mr. Cuchas mean behind the wall?
One voice, Mr. Dupuis's.
A young man!
- But the rifle?
-Phallic expression of a malevolent, repressed manhood,
which is only there to ejaculate a terrible anger.
-But...
The two barely knew each other.
-They know each other as “other.”
The other is all over our lives.
You're my others. I'm your other.
The voice behind the wall is the other. And it's a familiar voice.
He had the last coffee.
In your world of work, that is a very important word.
Like in the desert.
He took my last glass of water. He took the last camel.
You see?
- Can he reoffend?
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- I'd like to tell you not.
But he's on the run,
in rage and perhaps again armed.
And outside... there's plenty of others.
The phone's ringing.
-M. Cuchas!
Finally!
Inaudible
Where are you?
- Well, I don't know.
-Come on, Mr. Cuchas!
- Temporo-spatial disorientation. Not good.
I assure you, I've been kidnapped.
- Bah... kidnapped. Mr. Cuchas...
Mr. Cuchas, come on! We're a big family.
You went a little loud, but everything will work out.
- Not at all.
I was mad at me. You know why, Mr. Kurtzman.
-M. Cuchar, we need to see each other very quickly.
It'll stay between us. No media is warned,
the Ministry of the Interior has given instructions.
- Inside? The police?
*Police
is after me?
- The police have been informed. But it's kind of a...
of... of... of... of tradition...
Nothing more.
(-Slowly. Slowly. Don't dramatize.)
- It's an informal contact.
Uh, create a link, talk to each other, exchange...
It stays between us.
*Between departments.
- I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.
- It happens.
Between colleagues, we're fighting.
- How's Mr. Dupuis?
- Uh... Uh... A little... A little shaken.
But in a few years, He can move his fingers.
He sighs. - I have a witness to what happened.
-Perfect. Perfect. Then everything will work out.
(Where are you?)
- Where are you?
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*Where are you?
He hangs up.
... Tone
...
Sad music
...
He's crying.
... ...
Brouhaha
...
-Excuse me.
I'm looking for the archives office.
- Archive? -Yes.
- Uh... I know we have some.
Uh...
Here, Pascal, excuse me. Pascal,
Do you know where the archives are?
- How do you write that?
- Archives...
So I know we have... But...
She's clearing her throat.
- Internal affairs. You can
tell me to your director?
Calm music
- Yes, right now. - Yes, yes.
-In a few hours, the police will be there.
If I find the file, Will you help me?
...
- I didn't know the central office would send someone.
I hope we're in order... I'm sure we are.
*But we don't go to the archives.
*If there are defects, they must have brought them to you.
*But everything is in order.
- It's not a control. - I understand.
If you were, I'd say that too.
- You're not in my place. -Yes. Of course. Excuse me.
124, we've already passed...
*123, that's not it.
*121... 120! It's here.
*Computer voice
I didn't tell you, our archivist is an OETH.
Obligation to Employment... -For disabled workers.
-M. Blin, former EDF frame. He had an accident.
Between administrations, we help each other.
All we had was the archives.
*... - What kind of accident?
-Activists
had made a reel of Tesla
to turn off electricity of the police station.
Cries of Activists He was sent to supervise
the cut-off of the coil.
And the cops took it
for an activist.
- No, no, we're the EDF!
- They flashed him.
He was the one who had the power outage.
He groans.
- A blind?
Nobody's coming to the archives.
*... -You save the lighting.
But this is not a place for a blind person.
- But no one ever comes.
*-M... Z... - In this case, we are.
-Folder headers were braided, as well as his computer.
He's doing very well. He went from B1 to B3. So...
*... over there.
So he was traumatized by the police.
It's a real phobia.
We have to announce ourselves. Mr. Blin?
*-Z... F...
-M. Blin?
Mr. Blin? - What's going on?
- It's me. - Who's that?
-M. Tuttle, the director.
-Who's with you? - Nothing serious.
We're here for a case. -Ah good?
- It's normal for archives.
-Ah good?
- Well, yeah...
-Hello.
My name is Suze.
Suze Trappet.
It's for a birth under X
May 16, 1989.-Ah bon?
- Yes, May 16, 89.-Yes.
You could look for,
please? -Okay.
-Thank you very much. - I'm yours right now.
He taps feverishly.
Suze?
- Yes, Suze. Suze Trappet.
*-S... U... -He's got a little
lost hand, no one comes.
He's tapping.
-Suze how? - Do you allow me?
- Who are you? - It's nothing.
He's a friend, he's not the police. *Fast computer voice
- What are you doing with my computer? - I use it.
-5% of equipment budget
from last year. It's a new model.
So, it made us a sum. by 5% of the budget.
If it doesn't work, the supplier will hear me.
Mrs. Trappet, can I count on you?
-Yes.
Metal squeaks
Wow!
-Wow!
-What, wow?
- I told you,
5% of the budget.
It's well managed, isn't it?
- It's gonna be difficult.
-Just look at the “Ts”.
- They're the “Ts.”
- All these “Ts” have given up their child?
- Not all these “Ts” have been scanned.
- If you have what you need... - Go ahead.
- Notify me when you're done.
- If in six months, you're still here.
Mrs. Trappet, I can drop off
a file to ACOP and CIRCO for a search.
Within a few months, we would have an answer.
- I don't have a few months.
- Why now, after all these years?
- It's not your business.
- Ben, more and more.
- I'm asking you Why did you want to kill yourself?
-You recognize
Mr. Dupuis, it was an accident.
-A few dozen files don't impress me.
-A few dozen... - To work!
-Ma'am? Serge. Serge Blin. Madame,
if I can help you...
-Cuchas...
John the Baptist
Mrs. Trappet is on the left.
- Serge. Serge Blin. If I can help you...
- That's very nice. but I don't see how. Thank you.
Thank you.
Soft music
...
She laughs. No.
...
No.
...
No.
...
No.
...
No.
...
It's me...
...
Breathing panting
...
There's an address for the care of the baby.
32 Floquet Street.
- That was 28 years ago.
28 years old! Larsen effect of a megaphone
He puts his gun down
*and we're going to talk.
*Show your hands. - I'm not armed.
- Raise your hands.
- I've... I don't have a gun... - Slowly.
- It's a mistake. Don't shoot. - Your hands.
- I'm not armed.
Hands behind your head!
- It's a misunderstanding.
- Hold on, ma'am.
-Don't move, they're capable of shooting. Shut up.
-You'll laugh, i was mad at me.
It's a personal smear.
(-Is that the police?) (-Yes.)
(They're mad at Mr. Cuchas.)
-They're mad at everyone! (-Are there any other exits?)
- Yes, a staircase at the back.
- Stay calm. -Mrs Trappet, Mrs Trappet,
Can I come with you? Please.
Floquet Street,
It's an old street. The name had to change. You won't get it on GPS.
Describe me, I'll help you.
Screams of effort and pain
(Come on.)
- That's it!
Put your hands down! Put your hands down!
Mr. Blin's knocking himself.
Adventure Music
...
-No... Go ahead, I'm ready.
Describe me, I'll help you.
-Well, a big straight artery, a crossroads, lights,
a parking lot. - We're in town.
- Uh... yes. - You see?
...
- Uh... Maurice Berteaux Street.
- I haven't been there in a long time. I know her well.
After the light on the right,
there is a small traditional grocery store, the rebeu of my childhood.
- I don't see. - Did he shut down?
- I feel like it.
-Good. You see. So after that,
on the left, there is a small square, the Jean Jaurès square,
with his balls. Didn't they shut down?
- There are no balls. -No... If they're not here,
They're in the bistro, Georges's, right across the street.
Gold letters on red front a little old-fashioned,
with its mini round tables in marble, on the sidewalk.
- Yes, there, that's it.
-And right across the street, the cinema Le Palace, 3 rooms, meeting at 10 a.m.
And further on, on the right,
this old building made of red bricks, the conservatory of music.
- That's it.
That's right, that's it. He laughs.
- What else? - A little church!
- Yes, St. Francis!
Little Gothic church, 13th century,
surrounded by a shaded plot and the bell tower
standing up to the sky. - That's it.
-So, in front of St. Francis, Floquet Street,
She was leaving on the right.
Old houses with an alley of plane trees.
There, for the shot, that's it. - “For the shot”?
- Well, it's yes.
-Ah! Me who was scared that all this has changed.
...
- He delivered himself without problems.
There was no violence, No gunshot.
Everything went well. Come on, come on!
No handcuffs. No handcuffs.
We're a big family.
The car's starting.
The car is rolling.
- Ah, the 32!
- The 32?
- There's someone! - Is there anybody?
- There's someone... Tyre squeal
- Is there anybody? -There's someone.
Soft music
...
... Beeps of a video game
... ...
Gate handle
-Hey... She's startling.
“Mala Vida” (Mano Negra)
...
-Excuse me...
It's a mistake. It's not you.
- Isn't that me?
-No.
You...
You're...
- I am?
- Your mother's son.
-Ben...
Well, yeah... Yes, yes.
-Excuse me.
Thank you.
Sad music
...
She's crying.
... ...
- Mrs. Trappet?
Hou, hou!
He whistles.
Mrs. Trappet?
*"Symphony No. 3 Scottish” (Mendelssohn)
*...
Braking and shock
-Oh there! Oh, no!
- Is there anybody?
-Oh! It's not okay, is it?
- What is it?
- You're parked. in the middle of the road.
Didn't you see? - No, no, I can't.
- In your condition, are you driving?
-What condition? -What condition?
You don't realize, It's...
It's dangerous. What will the insurance say when I tell him
that a blind man got into me?
Sorry, I'm calling the police.
- Ah, no. Ah, no. No, no, no.
*-You have composed the number of the police.
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
- He doesn't drive either.
What are you doing?
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
- Sir?
- Sir, get out of here!
It starts. No, no, no! Sir!
Don't put the engine on!
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail. - Don't drive!
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
Horn
The alarms of parked cars are triggered.
Skidding
- It was a suicide attempt. I have a witness.
- Neither do I. I never liked Mr. Dupuis.
The car is brutally hit.
...
Glass breakage
Dogs bark.
...
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
...
A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
...
-M. Blin?
...
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
You're not going to jail, Mr. Blin.
Nobody's going to jail.
- Not in jail.
...
He knocks.
Mr. Kurtzman? - Huh?
- I'll come back. It's not a hit-and-run.
I'll get my witness.
-M. Cuchnas...
-Ah! I'm gonna come back.
I'm gonna come back, I told you.
Police sirens are approaching.
Church bell and mermaids
...
-Oh... Mr. Cucha...
Mr. Cuchta... Cuchas...
Police sirens
Sad music
... ...
-Excuse me.
Sorry.
...
After the baby, I was scared. I wanted to do like everyone else.
...
And worse, I did it.
...
I've done so much that I'm dying.
...
But I've been looking for it, a lot.
Even when I was healthy. Nothing. Missing.
I even wanted to do it again.
I got married twice.
*Rhythmic music
And here again, impossible.
The sprays must have destroyed me the ovaries before the bronchi.
Sad music
But if it happens... he's happy.
Yeah, why not? If it happens...
he is loved, surrounded, he is...
He does beautiful things.
He's not necessarily a poor guy unhappy, lost, abandoned.
If it happens, he...
...
Tell me what to do.
Adult, all I do is crap.
...
Please.
Suze whispers alone. - You okay?
She's startling.
- Did they release you?
- Almost.
- You escaped?
- It's temporary. Mr. Blin is us got in with your car.
I said I was gonna get you. - How's he doing?
-A little ringing.
On the other hand, your car...
At 32, it wasn't the right one?
-No.
- There was little chance. Mrs. Trappet...
You told me that if I helped you, you would help me.
You could come
to tell them what really passed?
-Here.
Your career awaits you.
- I'll explain myself and I'll take care of section of your file. I promise.
-Be nice... forget me.
- You know... it's not 'Cause we crack that we're crazy.
I'm a normal, healthy guy.
A little emotional, that's all.
Hurry up. Mermaids
- Touloutouloute, that's the firefighters. The police are
touhou, touhou.
...
There was a number
in your folder.
He's typing on the keyboard.
...
I got the doctor who gave you birth.
This is Dr. Lint, Jacques Lint. He was born on 26 May 43 in Limoges.
Student from 63 to 70, then installation in the suburbs,
where you met him.
- How do you know all this?
-In the file, there was his doctor number.
- And then?
-With a file number, we have access to all of his files.
- His files?
-Yes, the security files, census, PV, tax...
Everything, in 3 or 4 clicks.
Three or four clicks? -Yes,
I'm very good.
He's typing on the keyboard.
- Here, Dr. Lint got married. twice. He divorced once.
Strangely enough, for a man to women, he chose gyneco.
-Why oddly?
-Bah... Gyneco, It can disgust you women.
-The undertakers do many children.
Then married twice, divorced once,
He's not a man of women. - Still...
He's typing on the keyboard.
Dr. Lint is
in Ambroise Paré, service of Prof. Graba.
Long stay geriatric, second floor.
Precisely, room 422.
-Ah well... he's been awfully younger. - It could be that he,
I clicked it there. Dr. Lint?
-Excuse me. Are you looking for? Dr. Lint, Dr. Graba's department.
- It's on the 9th floor,
staircase B. Ask at the reception desk.
Soft music
-Who's in charge of the updates? That's not okay.
...
The door opens.
- Dr. Lint?
Hello... Hello.
Hello. Uh...
I apologize for bothering you. Hey, Suze. Suze Trappet.
30 years ago,
You gave me birth. I was 15 years old.
Do you remember? -No.
-Excuse me?
- Ebixa. Memantine hydrochloride.
Treatment of pronounced Alzheimer's.
That's not in his file.
You don't remember me, then?
- I just remember. I don't remember anything.
- It's not so common a 15-year-old mom at the time.
I... I...
I was like that, with dreadlocks,
red tights, a ring in the nose.
Please...
Doctor...
- Doctor? Was I a doctor?
-Yes! You were a doctor and you were giving birth to children.
- And I did something stupid?
-No. I had a child with you.
- Did we have a child together?
-No...
Crash
...
-Excuse me. Forgive. She coughs.
We put everything away. Excuse us.
...
Intriguing music
...
What's this thing?
- Yeah, what's this thing?
...
- Some kind of writing.
- Is that your handwriting?
That? Is that your handwriting?
- Is that my handwriting?
- Look, these are numbers...
There...
- I'll get a doctor.
- To cure him?
- No, to read it.
...
- It looks like writing as a colleague, i give you that.
- But what is it?
- Some kind of diary?
- It's quite possible, a diary. Yes, yes.
- And that would be numbers?
- Numbers?
It's possible, yes. - It means 1989,
That, no?
- Yes, I recognize the 8, there... 9...
1989, yes, it's possible,
subject to the usual diagnosis, of course.
-Thank you. - I beg you.
-Person to be notified in case of emergency: his wife, Mrs. Rose Lint.
I'll find the address.
- Chips...
Great, look. “I hope”, “I aspire”, we don't know.
- Mrs. Rose Lint, 30 rue Charles 1er in Meaux.
Brouhaha
- I can't bend my arm anymore.
-What?
- You're hurting me.
- The police guys.
- You're hurting me right now!
I can't move it anymore. I can't fold it anymore.
- A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
Ouch! Ouch!
Am I not at the police station?
You're in the hospital, not the police.
- Not to the police? Then why are you hurting me?
- You took a shot. I'll suture you.
- I took a shot,
I'm bleeding and I'm not in the police?
It's curious, though, isn't it?
Isn't that right, Commissioner?
-Ah... I'm not a commissioner. - Of course...
I'm a balltrap champion.
- We can't leave him.
- It's complicated enough already.
- I gave him up once. Not two.
- Not everyone's your kid.
- In the elevator! Hurry!
Emergency Brouhaha
- If you're not the police,
why it smells like borrel more than ether?
- Give him his three points, I can't do it anymore.
-Why are you upset
when I say evil from the police
if you're not a police officer?
Here, it's weird, isn't it?
(-M. Blin!)
- Mrs. Trappet?
- In your lunches, five steps.
1, 2, 3, black!
Adventure Music
...
- Stay here, you!
-M. Blin! Five steps in your 11 hours.
Brutal shock
Noon 5, Noon 10.
Noon 20.
Noon 25. Midday and a half. Here, here's...
- Police! Open the door for me!
Police! Open up!
Open that door!
Coughing straight
...
- Can I?
- Uh... blow my nose?
- No, stare at you.
Soft music
- Go ahead.
...
You're not your age.
She laughs. -Thank you.
Are we dropping you somewhere?
-Excuse me? - I'm here now.
No problem.
-M. Cuchas helps me, too. That's nice of him.
- I can describe the way. We got there earlier.
- I have an address.
- Maybe it's not useful to arrive in tape at Mrs. Lint's house.
- We won't scare him.
We won't scare... not scared...
It's not won.
I don't know your age, but you do.
...
We're typing on a keyboard.
Grid Bell
...
What are you doing?
- I'm looking for a wifi spot.
You're gonna spend your life patting? No wonder you were wrong.
You know what they say?
“Who taps, vivotes.”
- It was by tapping that I found Dr. Lint.
- No, you found someone who remembers nothing. Congratulations.
Like all brunettes with temperament,
she seeks life, energy, enthusiasm,
of the positive.
She's mostly looking for her kid.
- Also, yes.
But again, it's a quest for love.
- Why are you telling me that?
- I feel it's a subject. that you don't master.
Suze is ringing. Huh?
Go and heal yourself. I told you, I'm here now.
I'll take care of it... Goodbye.
-Yes?
- It's for translating.
-Ah, the writing of Jacques! It's a whole poem.
It took me months to understand
that the little unreadable word that he sent me with his flowers
said, “I love you.”
It was time, I was starting to get tired.
She laughs.
Let's look at that book.
So...
- May 16. - May 16th... January...
April...
May...
So...
May 16...
10h...
“Total failure... with...
“my seedlings... of tomatoes.”
- Is that what he wrote there? -Yes.
She laughs.
- Me, it's night. The delivery was 9:39.
-Okay. OKAY.
So, that's not it. This is noon 14. Ah, that's it.
11:34.
So, 11:34...
“Delivered... a little girl...
“15 years old.
“Boy...
“3 kilos 4...”
Sad music
...
“The kid... suffered a lot.
Abandonment...
“under X... asked...
“by parents... via... DDASS.”
...
“No way.
More intense music
“This ga... This kid... has a right...
“at a chance.
“I'm going to manage...
“to... propose it... to...
“to Sans Fallope.
“This... This misfortune will make... This misfortune will make happiness.”
...
-He... He didn't give it to the DDASS!
...
He offered it to someone else.
-Yes... Yes, at...
in Sans Fallope.
-Who's that? -Who's that?
Who is it without fallopian?
- It means a patient who had no fallopian tubes,
who couldn't have a child.
He gave patients nicknames.
He must have mentioned it, It's not common, without fallopian.
-Without fallopian. - Does that mean nothing to you?
- He never talked to you. of Sans Fallope?
- We remember that.
-Without fallopian. I understand, but now I don't know
more than that.
Sorry...
It's a name you can easily remember.
“Isabelle... something...”
“I have an appointment with Sans Fallope.”
- “You know, without fallopian who...” - No, listen...
“Without fallopian called me.”
- I'm making an effort.
He must have seen her again for a follow-up.
-Wait...
I'm making an effort, but... Suze coughs.
Look, I'm gonna look in his appointment books...
Violent coughing straight
...
-Excuse me...
Sad music
...
Excuse me, I stained your carpet.
...
You're really sick, actually.
...
That's why that you are looking for.
...
What do the doctors say?
- I'm a hairdresser and I breathed too much spray.
I'm dying of an excess of perm. She laughs.
...
It's empty.
Is there a pharmacy near here?
- There's one on the esplanade.
Suze coughs.
- I left you my card.
-Okay.
- Just give me the direction. I got you.
- That's nice. In your lunches.
But I want Mr. Cuchas helps me, too.
-Cuchas... To an “i”, It was Cuchiasse. You see?
- Yes, I can. -What, then?
- Ben, see.
- You have your name well. - It's possible.
Soft music
...
-30 rue Charles 1er in Meaux.
You'll remember?
Suze uses her bronchodilator.
She's coughing.
In town, coughing is normal. It's just we're breathing.
We breathe dirt but we're breathing.
Do you have a handkerchief?
-Here.
-Thank you.
Soft music
...
It's ringing.
...
-Jacques...
- Is that me, Jacques?
- Yes, it's you, Jacques.
- You're tutoing me? It's because we know each other.
- Oh, yeah, we know each other.
Come in.
- Is this your home? -No,
This is our home, Jacques.
-Excuse me...
Is it possible to get paid?
-Yes. Yes. I'll be here right away. Wait.
...
We're ringing. -Eh, oh!
It's possible to get paid for the taxi?
- Hug?
...
Adventure Music
...
Telephone
-Hello?
Yes.
Thank you.
Dr. Lint remembered.
Soft music
...
Without Fallopian was a lady which was called... Francine Weber.
She's coughing.
And who has a son... which is called Adrien.
Adrien...
He taps on the keyboard.Weber, Adrien...
Adrien...
- Like Serge,
it's a beautiful name.
- I got it.
On the other hand...
-What?
-"Request for update”.
- And then?
- It's that I'm spotted.
Melancholic music
...
His name is Adrien Jean Marie Weber.
Born on 16 May 89, officially son of Francine Weber, teacher,
who has passed away for three years, and Luc Weber, a researcher, who also died.
They adopted it late.
Brilliant student, he did Centrale.
He's in charge of computer science from a big box, at 28 years old.
- If it finds out, he's not here.
- I hear it pats.
Oh! And it taps funny. It would be like
next to him.
(-Good. We don't have much time. Are you ready?)
(To what?)
(-To go see him, introduce you. “Hello, it's Mom.”)
(“It's been a while that we haven't seen each other...”)
(-Appear to tell him that I'm going to disappear?)
(All this just to look at it?) (-Well, yes.)
(Especially don't touch it.)
(He doesn't need me. He's a brilliant kid, integrated...)
(He's not a poor guy as I was afraid.)
(-Integrated into a world of crazy people, is it a success?)
(It's okay for you to say that.) (-Oh yes...)
(I know what I'm talking about.)
Police sirens in the distance
...
(I stay next door, watching.)
(-Agree...)
Cat fall and meow
(Just see it...) (Everything's fine.)
(I have nothing.) (-Just see it...)
We're typing on a keyboard.
Soft music
...
... (Magnificent... Magnificent...)
...
(-What's he doing here?)
(-That is,?)
(-What's he doing here?)
(What do you mean?)
(I'm sorry, but I don't think he's okay, otherwise he wouldn't live here.)
(-Why?)
(-Mrs Trappet,)
(he is CIO of a large box of the CAC 40,)
(equivalent to one step A4, 15 to 16,000 per month,)
(and he lives in this cube?)
(He doesn't spend his money in a dumb apartment.)
(He's not well? No.)
(You're the one who's not doing well.)
...
(But...)
(What are you doing?)
(That's it.)
(“I will write your life in the ink of your eyes)
(“Until the gray wins my hair)
(“By that night of insomnia You were my sun)
(“For your daily life Is an unparalleled ocean”)
(Stupid poems... He writes stupid poems.)
(-And then? It's...)
(-That's what I'm saying. He's not well, he's in love.)
(Poor kid.)
(He's not well because he's in love?) (Absolutely.)
(-Is it serious to be in love?) (You don't understand.)
(For guys like...)
(For guys like him, to be in love is terrible.)
(This is a total blockage, something he will never dare to formulate.)
(We put ourselves at a distance from each other, of his gaze.)
(And if you cross him, it's panic.)
(We are on the edge of malaise, we crackle.)
(We have the heart beating, sweating temples.)
(It feels bad, one is close to fainting.)
(We want to... And then, you become dumb.)
(Have you seen the poems? Have you seen them?)
Sad music
(You say anything.)
...
(That's my kid.) (I know what I'm talking about.)
(If he lives here, there's a reason. He's hiding. There's not even his name)
(on the mailbox.)
...
(But there's one on the envelope not sent, Clara Sibiss.)
...
He's typing on the keyboard.
(Clara Sibiss lives 200 m.)
...
(You were doing that?)
...
(When you were in love from a colleague,)
(you were going to live near her?)
(Answer, damn it!)
Light knocking
(-Key noise!)
(He comes out.) (-No, he's going to work.)
(-At this hour?) (-It's more restful than sleeping.)
(He may have overtime to do.)
(-What's he waiting for?)
(-Ben, Clara Sibiss.)
(Scooter!)
(The scooter is over!)
Closed and locked door
(Someone passes!)
(-His silence... How long can it last?)
Soft music
(How long can it last?)
...
(All the time.)
...
- He needs to talk to the girl.
- But if he knows her...
-Something other than accounting balance sheet and not in an office.
Open Space Brouhaha
...
Adrien and Clara are working in the 13th. So, all elevators
to the 13th!
That's it, 13th.
Oh, there!
Hissing of elevators
-Wait.
Updates are not going. -What?
... - Elevators go up and down.
-Excuse me,
but that's the principle of an elevator.
- That's it.
Brutal stop
All at the 13th.
We have to find something to do
evacuate the tower and put the kids alone in an elevator.
I have home automation lighting.
Does that tell you? - Yes, yes.
What is it?
- You'll see.
Brouhaha
...
Sizzling
Brouhaha of passers-by
...
-Oh!
-What?
- The tower, it's flashing!
- At Christmas, everyone does it.
- People don't leave the tower.
-No. -They like strobes.
-You won't make them move by tapping.
- I got fire safety.
Now they're gonna move.
Screams
...
The alarm is triggering.
Mrouhaha of the crowd
Screams
- She's working well, fire safety. -Say!
- This time, they're evacuating.
Adventure Music
...
Soft music
...
We're hitting the elevator door.
...
- Good evening, Adrien...
What a story!
It's panic.
It's almost pretty.
It's wet, but pretty.
Mrouhaha of the crowd
...
I think we're stuck.
Maybe you should call someone.
Maybe we should call security.
*Ringtone
*-Security elevator?
Soft music
*Elevator security?
...
*Elevator security?
...
*Hello?
...
*Elevator security?
*Hello?
...
*Elevator security?
- Security elevator, I'm listening.
- Good evening, we're stuck at the...
*Elevator level 4,
*North side...
-You've been stuck for a long time, I have the impression.
- No, this...
*It's been a few minutes.
- Uh, no...
28 years, I'd say, actually.
-What?
- Don't be afraid.
- But we're not scared.
-No. She laughs.
-“ I love you” are the words the most important to say in a lifetime.
You shouldn't be afraid to say them.
Excuse me, but, uh...
Who are you... who are?
- I'm someone...
who loves you since you were born...
and who will love you until the end of his life.
The alarm always sounds in the distance.
...
Don't be afraid to tell the kid that you care about her.
- The kid?
- The one that's right in front of you... Clara.
Don't be afraid to tell him that you care about her,
* that you write poems to him,
* that you send her flowers,
*that you live near her without telling him.
You shouldn't be afraid.
I love you, my man, And it feels good to tell you.
- Uh, I...
- What does that mean?
- Uh... I don't know. I don't understand.
- Is that true what that lady said?
-No. Ah, no. So here...
No, I don't understand...
Adrien, I get anonymous poems, regularly.
Same as
It scares me a little.
And I saw you in my neighborhood.
And the flowers, too...
Why didn't you tell me?
- It's not me.
- Yes, it's you.
Soft music
...
This lady is right,
Don't be afraid.
- I'm not scared.
...
-You can free them, please?
...
-Ouch!
- You hurt yourself?
- No, the police guys.
- Where are they coming through?
-In your lunches, 200 yards away.
Intriguing music
...
What are you doing?
-Save yourself, Suze, I'll take care of them.
I'm more scared,
Hey, Suze. I'm not afraid of them anymore, no.
...
Come on!
...
Ouste! Break!
...
A handicapped person doesn't go to jail!
I'm here!
Come and get me!
- Police operation. Move around. - A disabled person doesn't go to jail.
-Maybe, but we need to talk.
Slap -OH!
Get him on board! Get him on board! Mr. Blin is screaming.
... get him on board!
*Brouhaha
- Help!
- Circulate! We're taking him in.
- They want to put me in jail! Help!
Mr. Cuchas taps on the keyboard. Suze coughs.
... ...
- Who was Adrien's father?
- A jockey.
- A jockey?
- I thought he was mature compared to the teenagers I was dating.
He cheated a little about his age.
- A pedophile jockey.
She laughs. -No. No, when I was 15, I looked 20.
And he was 20 years old, he looked 15.
We were very in love.
- It's looking for.
And?
- When I got pregnant, it was a disaster.
I didn't want to have an abortion.
My parents put me in a children's home.
The judge put him in jail.
- In jail? She nods.
- Embezzlement of a minor.
- And?
- He insulted the judge at trial and he escaped.
He insulted a judge and escaped? -Yes.
I figured out why I was so in love.
But I never saw him again.
I was his worst memory when he was my best.
Dramatic music
...
-They're close.
Stop. Turn off the headlights.
...
Beeps
... ...
- Suze! Suze, they're here!
Save yourself! They're here!
Hey, Suze!
Policeman's cries of pain
Breathing panting
...
I... I don't see... but I hear very well.
Small Cries of Attack
- It's okay, I handle it, guys.
Calm. Stay quiet.
- I don't want to.
Mr. Blin is shouting.
Hits and screams
...
*Search end beep
Unlocked doors
Music of Suspense
...
-Show yourself!
We're waiting for you, Mr. Cuchas.
-Don't worry, they have them after me.
- Put down your gun and come to us. - I'm coming! I'm coming!
- No nonsense.
Tyre squeal - I'm coming.
- It's been long enough. Come to us.
- To start... -Show yourself.
-Just press these two keys.
-M. Cuchar, it's Mr. Kurtzman. - Hands on your head.
- And I wanted to tell you... - I'm here. Everything's going to work out.
- Mrs. Trappet... -Come on.
- Don't force us to come.
- Suze...
-Come on. Nothing will happen to you. We won't hurt you.
- I'm not afraid to... to say that I care about you.
- Put down your gun and come to us.
- And even...
Even, it feels good to me.
Sad music
- Drop that gun! Drop that gun!
- Put that gun down! Go to bed!
- Drop your gun! Drop your gun! Don't move!
Stop!
- Hands on your head!
-Move more! - On the ground!
- Drop that gun! Loose
That gun!
- No crap!
- Isn't that Mr. Cuchas? - It's not Cuchar, no.
- On the ground! Hands on your head! Last summons!
On the ground! Drop that gun, damn it!
*-Don't move forward! Lower your gun!
- Don't move!
Orders are coming from everywhere.
...
Melancholic music
... ...
- Is that him? - Yes, it's him. It's Cuchlar.
... ...
Can I come with you?
- Are you sure?
... ...
...
- Let go of her! Get away from her! Lie down on the floor!
-Goodbye, you idiots.
... ...
-Goodbye, you idiots.
Burst of fire
“Mala Vida” (Mano Negra)
...
Soft music
...
It's over... come on, go to bed!