Mrs. Vivian Berare,
Minister of Finance and Public Accounts.
Mr. Alain-Pierre Jubin,
Minister of Economy, Industry and Digital Technology.
Mrs. Christine Salem, Minister of Social Affairs and Health.
Mr. Sylvain Guynert, Minister of Labor and Social Dialogue. Mr. Gilbert...
-Hello. -Hello.
An excellent choice.
-This model... -I haven't chosen yet.
-You were in front, so I thought... -I do like this one.
I have the TV for you. I'll show you.
It's more contemporary, more cutting-edge.
The latest generation, with the "curved" screen.
Yes, I've heard of the curved screen before.
Right, the curved screen.
-What's the difference? -The depth of field.
-Do you watch football? -Don't we all?
Absolutely. With this screen, you'll feel like you're on the field...
...Rickwaert, close to the President...
-Is that you? -It's me.
...not part of the newly appointed cabinet.
But the real surprise is the absence of the Environmentalists.
No Green Party member is part of this new government.
The choice of governing without the Green Party
is perceived as an authoritative move,
one that no one had anticipated.
This is the first political milestone of Francis Laugier's 5-year term...
The legislative elections are soon. You're not his priority!
Like a hunter and his prey.
He'll do anything. He's obsessed with me.
He overlooked the Greens just to kill your career?
You can't understand.
The Party itself is at stake.
If I'm not an MP, I'll never run the Party.
He just took office. He must have other things to do.
Such as?
Auzanet took all the files.
The nuclear codes are all he left behind.
Laugier's not about to bomb Pyongyang, right?
The best thing he can do is clean up around him.
He's obsessed with me!
That district can't go to the Greens!
It belongs to Mariallas.
Mr. Secretary, just say what's off-limits
and what's negotiable.
22 districts is way too many.
The Greens started with 30...
If they started off with 200, would we give them 100?
I'll give up the 7th District in Essonne...
But only a Socialist can win there.
You'll end up reducing your majority.
And Rickwaert's district? You'd give it to the Greens?
They're asking for it.
To draw up their list,
they tagged districts where they scored high in local elections.
Rickwaert's district is downtown, upper-middle class.
I understand your anger, but it can't dictate your choices.
What you're doing is wrong.
-I didn't write the list. -You asked for one.
Yesterday, he was your heir. Now, he can't even have his district.
You and Philippe should talk. This isn't healthy.
This isn't about Rickwaert.
You all fought at my side,
so that Laugier could become President.
And as you know,
he's excluded me from his government.
He's the President. He was elected.
Naming Mirmont Prime Minister is his prerogative.
Trusting technocrats like Borde and Dorendeu
is his prerogative.
Setting up a government of robots in grey suits is his prerogative.
He can also exclude the Green Party and Communists.
However...
he can't remove me from Parliament.
He doesn't have the right or the power.
The Party will compensate the Greens by giving them Socialist districts.
I don't yet know which constituencies are involved.
But if our 13th North district
goes to the Green Party, I know what I'll do.
I won't back out. I'll run anyway,
as a breakaway candidate!
There will be consequences.
I will be excluded from the Party.
Those who back me will suffer the same fate.
We're behind you!
I know that the Party means a lot to many of you.
Josette, when did you join?
In 1944... But it's just a membership.
What matters is what's in your heart.
And in your pants!
You're better endowed than he is!
What is my purpose here?
We all know these situations are tedious.
To say what's negotiable and what's off-limits.
Giving the Greens the 13th North is off-limits.
Rickwaert's our candidate, and he'll remain an MP.
Fine, whatever you say. Let's move on.
Next?
-How are you, Alain? -Good.
And you're not on the list of sacrificial lambs.
Was I taken off?
Don't be paranoid. Francis just stopped by
and told to us to sort it out.
Who else was there? Dorendeu?
Yes, Amelie was there.
She's the one riling him up.
What's your problem with her?
I don't have a problem. But we live in two different worlds.
She's an heiress, a technocrat robot with no ideals.
I can only imagine what would happen if I'd given you some bad news.
Would anyone care if she went back to sucking cock in Brussels?
-Dad! -Sorry, I have to go.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
-Do you have the Party's backing? -Yes.
I forgive you. I'll make spaghetti to celebrate.
-Have you eaten? -No. I'm coming.
That smells great!
Salome... You're not here to be my maid.
Nice feminist act...
"Sucking cock in Brussels..."
Work group 3.00 PM: Plenary session
Salome Rickwaert's birthday
-Mr. President. -Hello.
So?
Tomorrow the Party validates the list of districts.
I think we can get an alternate list adopted,
including the 13th North.
-You think? -I'm sure.
By 6 votes. But I'm not sure it's the right move.
I know him. I know what he's capable of.
Maybe, but you're the face of national unity.
You show another face if you force the issue.
No hidden snipers. For now, the elections will protect me.
But what if something goes wrong later?
I've crunched some numbers. He can win as a breakaway candidate.
He'd be excluded, but you know the Socialists.
They'll take him back later on.
On the other hand, it's a rocky road, but he could lose.
-He can? -Even as the Party's candidate.
It depends on the absentee rate.
Since Auzanet, 50% of the western part has been integrated into his district.
There's our leverage.
It's an estimate, but the Green Party could win.
The problem...
is their candidate... Quentin Melvaud.
He's very hairy.
Rickwaert will knock out legalizing marijuana in one round!
Call the Green Party. Make them get rid of this clown.
We need them to give us their best shot.
-Fine. -Thank you Amelie.
-Have a good day. -You too, Mr. President.
Look over there.
There we go!
The guys did good work.
-Look who's there. -Oh no!
Pull over. It's the pole-vaulter!
Hi there.
That's you!
Yes, I'm Christian Bichet, Green Party.
Great! Is this recycled paper?
Obviously.
Come on guys, let's go.
-Have a good day. -You too.
Don't forget... the vote's in 3 weeks!
Good luck!
Get going!
It's just like old times...
Cover the second one too.
Pole-vaulting sure opens doors.
I'll follow them all day long.
This is our home. They better leave, or else...
Stop it, Toph. No violence, OK?
We're still the official candidate.
Just cover their posters.
"Today, the only question
is how to move away from productivism." Interesting...
I think today's only question is
who's going to shove his pole up his ass?
So, where am I going next?
We're leafletting in a half-hour, with the Clamex guys.
The Clamex guys have a union meeting.
-I got an SMS from Dumont. -He promised they'd be there.
I know you think I'm paranoid...
Why didn't they call me? Or you?
He's avoiding me.
Be gentle.
Why didn't he call me?
You're done helping me, Gilles?
How did you know about Joel and the money?
-Is there a problem? -Why would there be?
There was no Housing Board money. No one got a penny.
Union workers who take money usually keep quiet.
Especially when it's from the Housing Board.
My guys don't lie to me. Unlike you.
Don't talk me about Patrick and Dede. They carry your card.
They confirmed your crazy story...
I'm sorry, I lied.
I should have told you before the funeral.
You might even have agreed.
I just couldn't tell the truth in front of Joel's parents.
Joel gambled.
Joel? A gambler?
Blackjack. He told me
he had a knack for the game. Concentration, calculations...
The truth is he had a serious addiction.
Joel was a gambler. You expect me to believe you?
-Who do you think I am? -A union delegate.
Doesn't a union delegate defend his employees?
So my "crazy story", as you call it, helped save the factory.
That's how I got Laugier to come here. I need you, Dumont.
Clamex's fight isn't over.
I have to be a heavy-hitter, after a good election,
with a strong score that people will remember.
You need me. I need you.
So let's stop arguing, OK?
"We are joining forces..."
They merged with the Regionalists and the minority candidate.
They'll all gang up against me.
Berthier too. "Joining forces".
The Communists with the Greens?
4 days before the 1st round, I doubt it.
Go to the printer's on the outskirts of town.
The Stalinists print their leaflets there.
Say Berthier sent you to check the mock-ups.
It'll be quiet late in the day. You'll do fine.
It's OK, they've seen worse.
-Relax, the gulags are closed. -Sure.
If Berthier and the pole-vaulter merge,
they have to announce it by tomorrow.
They need time to print. It's now or never.
I'm not sure about Berthier and the pole-vaulter.
-And a leaflet... -Cyril!
Only the Communists care about leaflets.
They have respect for their leader.
What if I get caught?
Maybe Toph could...
Everyone knows him! He can't be seen.
What's your problem? Too dirty for you?
Fine for him but not for you?
What does "joining forces" mean?
That the Left is against us?
Exactly. They're all joining forces to beat us.
The Regionalists weigh 3.5%.
Plus the diversity party, that equals 6%.
-Add that to the pole-vaulter... -Asshole!
Stop saying "asshole" all the time. That works against us.
The boss even said it. Pole-vault up his ass!
He was joking. It wasn't a slur.
I'll keep gluing posters.
14 plus 6 equals 20...
And Berthier's Communists, with 9 or 10%, makes 30%.
And us?
27%, according to the last count. Under 30%.
I'm right. The 1st round is the problem.
If we lose to the pole-vaulter, there is no 2nd round.
The majority Left party gets all the Left votes.
If the Greens get 30% and we get 27%,
Philippe must refer his voters in the 2nd round.
-That's unfair! -No, it's good.
It means the Left stays united. He will stand down.
That's how it is. If the pole-vaulter
takes the 1st round, the entire Left votes for him.
Not me.
You do, if he's facing the National Front.
-Go straight. -Hey, Toph!
Better the pole-vaulter than the National Front!
Don't worry, we'll win.
I know that. We'll nail those assholes!
Hello.
-Is Mr. Pacaud here? -Over there.
Are you Mr. Pacaud?
I am. What can I do for you?
Hello.
Michel Berthier sent me to see if the leaflet's ready.
Who are you?
Marc.
Marc Madiot.
Like the cyclist?
Our computers broke down. Everyone's panicking.
That's why I'm here.
THE ALTERNATIVE LEFT IS UNITED
-Are you calling him? -Of course.
Berthier, there's a guy here who wants...
-Shit! -Stop him, guys!
Come back here!
Toph!
Come here!
Get over here!
It's pre-salted. You'll love it.
-Honey, I'm on my way. -It cooks for 7 hours.
Bruno and the boys will be late. Don't worry.
-What about the cake? -It's sorted.
-Candles? -I got some.
OK, bye.
-My leaflets are on the floor. -They're just leaflets...
No one reads them. People know who they'll vote for.
You already know?
A vote is confidential, Mr. Rickwaert.
I'm kidding. Of course I'll vote for you.
-Everyone will. -You have a crystal ball?
Voters come through here all day long. Except halal eaters.
-What do you mean? -What?
The halal eaters?
I don't sell halal products, that's all.
Hello Mr. Rickwaert.
-Ma'am, how are you? -Fine, thank you.
Good day.
-Hi, Cyril. -You were right.
Communists and Greens together.
-Meet us by the bridge. -I'm on my way.
-Are there a lot? -Quite a few.
-How many pallets? -One, I think.
How many packs to a pallet?
I have no idea...
You saw them. Concentrate and you'll remember.
I'd say...
Stacked 10 packs high, in 3 rows, plus the extra pile...
50, maybe 60.
60 times 250 equals 15,000. Not enough to cover the district.
They'll focus on the Communist vote.
Well done.
Mention the date and station.
Make sure you pet the dog, even if you're scared.
Stay polite, even if they're rude to you.
Hello, Philippe.
Berthier's standing down.
He's attending the Green meeting and leafletting the city.
Damn Communist!
You have to pick up all his leaflets.
It's the only way.
We'll take care of Sainte-Croix
and Bois-Clairs first.
-That's 7,000 mailboxes! -Then we better hurry.
I can't pass you to Cyril. I have to find Berthier now.
But he'll call for a pick-up.
They did great! He'll tell you.
Right, guys? See you later.
Shit, there's Berthier!
Hi, Bernard.
Did you speak to Berthier?
-He disappeared. -He's right in front of me.
I'm on him. Keep you posted.
-Salome... -Hi, Dad.
-I won't make it. -What?
I have a situation...
-I'll make it up to you. -Everyone's here,
waiting for you. -I'll hurry.
-Philippe? -Bernard.
-Berthier's at the truck stop. -I'm coming.
I'll be in the parking lot.
Hi there. You know each other?
Did you have a meeting in the area?
Because Michel has one, right?
Can I come? It's a public meeting, right?
-We should get going, in fact. -Enough.
I've worked hard on my speech. I plan to focus on
Communist party leaders who preach pure leftist ideals,
only to sell out for a bowl of lentils.
Pretty good, right? Simple and direct.
What did she promise you?
That's enough!
Is this the Mafia?
Stalking, bullying...
Who do you think you are? Don Corleone?
We're having a conversation.
You know what she stands for?
Everything you hate.
She's an upper class liberal, a Brussels technocrat.
Your buddies will be thrilled to learn you take orders from her.
Leave us alone... please!
Thanks.
Berthier...
Join them and I'll humiliate you. Understand?
Oh, I forgot...
I hope she paid for the leaflets. You know me...
There won't be a single one left!
It's impossible. We can't continue.
What difference does it make?
Michel, if you stand down, you'll be rid of him forever.
I can't.
Think about it. It's a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
You'd become Vice-President of the Economic and Social Council.
You'd have media exposure, career opportunities...
You'd be treated well, for what it's worth.
I really can't.
It looks easy from Paris, but here...
And your promises...
I don't even know you.
What are you doing?
Will the President's word satisfy you?
You know I thought, when I saw you and Berthier?
-I couldn't care less. -Wait, you like history. I'll be quick.
1932... Does that ring a bell?
This is an enlightening story.
In Germany, the Communists and Social Democrats
were too busy splitting the left to worry about the rise of Nazism.
Hitler in power? Impossible!
Fighting each other was more important.
You know how far they took this?
One night in 1932, Communist and Nazi militants
broke up a Socialist meeting together. Hand in hand!
-Are you done? -Amelie...
We can hate each other, but how far do we take it?
You realize what you're doing?
Did you, when you spoke at the funeral?
-It's a miracle Auzanet lost. -Really?
You get fascists elected. Is there a difference?
You're not the only alternative to the National Front.
Hang on there...
The Front will crush the pole-vaulter. And you know it!
But that doesn't matter to you. Laugier just wants to eliminate me.
You two hypocrites are blinded by hate.
I did you a favor by finding the leaflet in time.
Or you'd wonder about 1932 for a while.
It would haunt you, like an obsession.
1932!
Dear Goddaughter, I remember our lovely conversation,
and thought you would like this. Love, Francis
What's in the box?
It's a silly present. I'll find something else.
-That's OK. -But that book is great.
He knew I'd never give you the same thing.
-A book on art? -Oh, Dad...
But that's good.
I'm glad that he remembered.
At least he keeps things separate,
like politics and his goddaughter.
A class act.
It's harder for you, isn't it?
What did he give you last year?
A lunch that never happened.
When we get along, he forgets your birthday.
And when we don't... Brilliant.
You think he uses me to get at you?
That's not what I said.
It isn't?
-Sleep well. -Good night.
Good night.
Voters in Guiana have begun to make their way to the polls...
Good morning.
-How was the meeting? -Depressing.
Berthier didn't go. The pole-vaulter discussed baby seals.
It was over in an half-hour.
You look nice in that...
This dress.
Number 378.
-Gabrielle Delabre. -Voted.
Excuse me, there are no Communist party ballots.
I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do.
Mrs. Bosso?
Call me back. We have a big problem.
Will it come true?
Your superstition?
About making love on election day?
Does it bother you?
I don't want to lose the election.
Take it all off.
Sorry.
What?
There are no Communist ballots.
What do you mean "no Communist ballots"?
No one can vote Communist. A printing problem, they say.
Berthier, that son of a bitch! He sold his ass to Dorendeu.
Without an official position,
it'll be hard for Communists to vote Green.
It has to be impossible.
Send our guys to the Commie polling stations.
Not the young ones.
The older militants are better for the Communists.
Josette knows what to do. Ask her.
The argument is pretty basic:
"Either you vote for Rickwaert, a familiar face, a good Socialist.
"He fights for the factories.
"Or you vote for the out-of-town pole-vaulter,
"who wants organic shops, not factories.
"Do you care about organic shops?" Hold on.
-Hi, Cyril. -Philippe?
The Clamex guys are at polling station 7.
So what? That's good.
They're with the Commies, working for the pole-vaulter.
That bastard Dumont's trying to screw me.
I'll call you.
-Leave before this gets ugly. -What are you doing?
What did you tell Joel the night before?
We know you saw him. You were seen picking him up.
What did you do to that kid, dammit?
You're a scumbag, Rickwaert.
You're crazy.
You're finished.
The guys have been out since 8 AM.
They've hit every nursing home, shelter and café.
Now the polling stations. You're through.
Clamex has gotten guarantees from the government, without you.
-Get out! -Stop...
I said, go!
As of noon, voter turnout was at 23%,
up 2% from the last elections.
But this figure should be treated with caution.
In districts where the 3 main parties are battling it out,
each hopes to benefit from this exceptional turnout.
But answers can only be provided through in-depth analysis...
Cyril, Toph!
You two go to the store.
bats, crow bars...
Get some hoods too, to cover your faces.
Hide near station 12.
If the score's bad, smash the ballot boxes.
-12? -It's our best station.
-For real? -They'll blame the Front.
The election will be annulled. Understood?
We have to react. What's going on?
The stations are full of people.
Cover your face. It'll take 15 seconds.
If we're caught...
No one will react. Just one blow to a box.
Do you hear what you're saying?
-You can't be serious. -What?
Skip the morality lesson.
Is the election moral?
The State's against me.
They can't push us around. Fascists are counting the votes.
So we smash the boxes?
Who's the fascist now?
-I agree. -That we get screwed?
-That Toph and I don't go to jail. -I'll do it.
-Don't... -What?
Forget what I said. It was a mistake.
-Alain? -How's it going?
You tell me, moron.
I'm calling about the TV shows. Will you do France 2 at 10 PM?
You must be kidding.
What's wrong? I've always fought for you.
By rallying the entire Left against me, you bastard?
You kiss Laugier's ass,
while I work like a dog to block the National Front.
-I don't understand. -Shut up...
Don't use that tone with me!
I've been backing you for years...
Polling stations close in 2 hours.
I don't know...
I always keep my word, you know that.
Then you disappear and no one returns my call.
I've learned my lesson. But we're still friends, OK?
-We're friends. -I'll handle your file personally.
It'll be a big file.
I figured.
I want to be the first to know you're re-elected.
I promise. Thanks.
Number 183.
Sign here, please.
Teracque, Philippe...
The envelope goes in the box. I need ID.
-What? -Your ID?
My ID...
-Here you go. -Thank you.
-I've voted here for 20 years. -Sir...
I'm on that list. Look at it.
I just need your ID and your voters' registration.
Where's your ID?
-Bernard Meunier, under M. -Please, sir.
You're making a scene.
Every voter must present his ID.
This is the B team, I guess...
Where is last year's team?
Please give me your papers.
-You want to vote? -Let's go.
-You, Fatty... -Don't be rude, sir.
It's not rude. You're fat. Just say "voted'.
Wait... You don't understand.
We just need your ID.
Everyone's annoyed.
Stop pushing me!
-I didn't touch you. -So I'm lying?
-Is that it? -I didn't...
-You calling me a Polack? -Not at all.
-You bastard! -Calm down, you two.
Stop it! That's enough!
Stop it!
Police! Break it up!
Hands behind your back.
He ran that way.
-What's the overall score now? -28.69%...
28.69%.
Where is Station 2?
-Station 2! -This way.
-Severine? -I'm on it.
It's not over yet. We're missing Stations 7 and 12.
We're still ahead.
Everyone stay focused!
Hello, Officer.
Hi, Veronique. Everything OK?
We're just waiting for 7 and 12 to come in.
There was an incident at Station 12. The register was torn up.
Did you hear me?
Yes, I did.
Is the Mayor with you? Can you let him know?
Of course I will. Were there arrests?
There were.
Thank you, Captain.
Nothing yet for Station 7?
I need the 7.
Yes... You don't have it yet?
OK, thank you.
-We still don't have Station 7. -Lille is good.
Where are we in Marseille?
Station 7.
-Severine? -Bring it over.
Give me the total.
Cyril!
We don't have Station 12!
Only 400 people vote there. It won't change the score!
We won! You can say it.
Say what?
Up his ass with the pole!
Amelie?
I'll be right back.
-What's the update? -The situation is very positive.
We should have an absolute majority, with the Socialists alone.
-Including Rickwaert? -Excuse me?
What's the update on Dunkerque?
He's leading.
There were incidents. Can the vote be annulled?
There's no legal basis.
There's no reason if the final result isn't impacted.
Rickwaert would win, even without Station 12's votes.
Damn!
The Front's leading the Conservatives. It's a blessing in disguise.
What is?
The Front could have beaten the pole-vaulter.
A couple of additional Front MPs wouldn't interfere with my term.
Rickwaert will.
That's all. Thank you.
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