While inspired by real-life events, this series is a work of fiction.
All personal circumstances are purely fictional.
NOVEMBER 13, 2015
THE CONFIDANTE
Arnaud?
- Hello. - Hi.
- Sorry, Chris, I'm sending a message. - No problem.
How are you?
I'm fine. You?
Don't sit. I'm done.
Waiter!
I'll pay and we can go.
Go where?
My place. I live next door.
Right...
I wouldn't mind a drink.
Aren't you into me?
I have no idea, I don't know you.
OK. No problem.
Enjoy your evening.
Can I get you something?
Do you serve champagne by the glass?
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
Can you watch my things while I buy cigarettes?
I'll hold onto your bag.
- Thank you. - It's safer.
Can I get another glass?
I'll be right back.
Turn around, take the Metro.
Sir, go the other way and take the Metro.
I'm in the Metro, I have no signal.
Oh my God!
I don't know...
I sent Margot a message, she hasn't replied.
Paul, call me, please.
Let me in!
For security reasons, we've stopped at the platform.
Where are my keys, dammit!
Fuck!
They killed everyone at the Bataclan.
They shot at us.
They shot at us!
What's your name?
Look at me. I'm here.
What's your name?
My name is Emilie. Don't go back there!
Vincent, it's Chris.
Where are you? I'm worried.
Call me. As soon as you can.
Bye.
Can you get home?
Christelle?
We're being evacuated.
You're here!
- Where the hell is it? - I was worried. I tried to call.
- What are you looking for? - Where is it?
- Where is what? - Your charger. I lost mine.
...the entire neighborhood, policemen, special forces.
There are so many people. I don't know what's going on...
I really don't know.
I heard dozens of gunshots rue Bichat.
Anyone know what's going on?
I live near the Carillon if anyone needs help. #opendoor
I can't sleep. I'm watching the news.
Thinking of the victims and their families...
9:53 PM, approximately 13 minutes later,
a second suicide bomber exploded near the Stade de France.
At 12:20 AM , counterterrorism and SWAT teams
finally began their assault on the Bataclan.
The three terrorists blew themselves up.
The hostage situation reportedly lasted three hours.
Inside the venue,
approximately ninety lifeless bodies were found.
Come on, Vincent, call me back.
Hello, ma'am.
Get your ID ready!
Victims' families first!
Inquiries at the information booth.
Let the staff through.
Damn.
Stand back, please.
Stay behind the barriers.
Stand back, please.
What a nightmare.
Do you have a relative in the ICU?
My brother.
- Will he make it? - I don't know yet.
- You? - I'm looking for my friend.
Is he in this unit?
According to the message his father left me.
How did you get through?
I went through the basement.
The hotlines are jammed. I have no idea how he is.
Come.
Yes?
Alain Bériaux, Maxime Bériaux's brother.
- Here. - Thank you.
The ICU rooms are over there.
Thank you.
Oh, Vincent!
My Vincent.
Vincent.
My love, I know you'll make it. I'm here.
Vincent, my best friend, my brother,
you've been in a coma since yesterday.
A great musician, a heart of gold,
Vincent, I love you. #Bataclan #November13.
Honey!
- Chris? - Yes?
Are you OK?
It's Vincent.
He was at the Bataclan.
He was shot twice.
He's in a coma at Pompidou. Can you believe it?
Shit, this is so bad.
I went to every Eagles concert in Paris.
Every single one.
Why not this time?
I don't know. It's...
How did you find out?
His father posted on Facebook.
I was in the Metro when I saw it. I almost fainted.
Can I see it?
- See what? - His father's message.
Why?
Just to see it.
Here you go.
"Hi everyone, thank you for your calls and messages.
"For those who don't know, Vincent was at the Bataclan on Friday.
"He was shot twice,
"and is in a coma. Wish him strength.
"His father, Christian."
OK?
There aren't many comments.
Because Vincent hated Facebook.
His father posted it on his page!
I just said so.
- His father? - That's enough!
Stop it!
Damn!
I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm sorry, it's just that...
I saw him in the hospital today.
It upset me to see him like that.
He couldn't move, with drips everywhere.
He was intubated.
On a respirator and all...
But Vincent's a warrior.
He'll hang on. I know it.
And I'll go there every day.
I swear. I won't give up on him.
You know I won't.
I know.
Got any laundry?
No, it's fine.
I'll start a load.
Can you close the door please? I need...
Sorry.
Hello Emilie
I saw you
in the Metro the night of the 13th.
My best friend was seriously wounded at the Bataclan.
If you need anything at all, feel free to reach out.
Stay strong. Chris.
Hey Chris
Thank you for your message.
I'm so sorry for your friend
How are you?
It's tough...
But it feels so good
to be able to talk about it.
- Emilie? - Christelle?
Finally! Nice to meet you.
- There was a line at the bakery. - No worries.
- We have lots of goodies. - Great!
Victor, this is Christelle.
Hi! You can call me Chris.
- Hi. - Chris is nice.
- How's Vincent? - I went this morning.
The doctors left us alone. It made me feel much better.
Victor, your shoes.
Come in. Sorry about the mess.
Excuse me.
Did you get any sleep today?
No.
- Do you want to get some rest? - Now?
Sure, I'm here.
Even a half-hour would do you good.
This morning there was a traffic jam.
Everyone was honking their horn.
I told myself it was the terrorists,
blocking the street in front of my building.
They'd found me on the Facebook group and Googled me.
I knew it wasn't possible.
It was just a garbage truck.
But when I closed my eyes, it was so loud.
I could picture them breaking down the door.
There.
Get some sleep. I'll stay right here.
Victor.
Macaroni and ham
or macaroni and tomato sauce?
Huh, Victor?
I'm not very hungry, but I like both.
Great.
Aside from that,
you didn't do much cleaning up in here!
What did we agree on?
- I'm tired. - Guess what?
I want your mother to be really happy when she gets up.
Super clean apartment, everything in its place.
Good vibes.
Super Victor fed, washed, hair brushed.
What do you say?
Victor.
I'd like you to do what I ask.
Hey!
My drawing.
It's fragile. It's for my Mommy.
I'll count to three.
One,
two,
three.
You fell for it, huh?
Good job, hon. Your mother will be pleased.
Dinner's ready in ten minutes.
Emilie?
You're awake.
How are you?
What's all this?
Where's Victor?
He's sleeping.
He ate a huge dinner.
I made him macaroni and ham. The best.
I don't have kids, but I was one, once.
You cleaned the entire apartment!
Well, yeah. I wasn't going to run a bath, was I?
This is way too much.
I don't know what to say.
Want something to eat?
There's leftover pasta.
No, I'm OK. Actually, I think I'd like a drink.
- For sure. - Yeah.
Fred had a purple jazz bass that matched his jacket!
Why don't you join him in Los Angeles?
I had a one-way ticket to leave on the 17th.
I'd let my apartment go, left my job...
And then...
Then...
Vincent.
Nothing ever happened between you two?
No way.
When you're the manager,
if you mess around with the guys in the band,
you're in trouble.
Just a second...
Mommy!
Here, I'll be right back.
Yes, sweetheart. I'm coming.
Are you OK?
I think I need to be alone.
Sure, I...
I understand.
It's late, I'll...
Just leave it.
Can you please leave?
Hi everyone!
Big-time insomnia over here.
If anyone needs to talk...
Call me on 06 39 98 12 52.
No way!
- I can't believe it! - Are you all right?
Not really.
Wait, I can't find my wallet.
Check your bag and your pockets.
I'm such an idiot!
- Are you sure? - I left it at my friend's.
It's a long drive if you want to go back.
Maybe you can give me an address?
So I can send you a check.
Or I can wire you the money.
I'm so sorry. I...
What can you leave as a guarantee?
What do you mean?
Something of value in your bag.
I'm a clinical psychologist.
Since the 13th, I've been listening to survivors.
It's been non-stop. So I...
My brain is totally fried. I'm really sorry...
Did you know that some taxis drove victims home for free?
- I'm just... - Empty your bag.
I'm... Sorry but...
I'll empty it if you want,
but there's nothing of interest. Unbelievable!
If there's no wallet,
I'll take you home for free with my apologies.
Asshole!
Fuck!
Yes?
Hello?
Yes.
You were on the group chat last night?
Are you OK?
Can we use our first names?
Have you had this cat for long?
Hello, Samia?
- Did he have a cap? - I don't know.
Take your time, Nesrine.
I'm right here.
I won't be able to sleep anyway.
No problem. No problem at all, Sarah.
Go ahead, take your time.
Why don't you lie down?
You know what he looks like?
You mean, you could see the sign?
The girl in the red sweater got out after you?
Wait, I have another call.
Can you hold for a sec?
I'll be quick. I won't leave you on your own.
I'm trying to picture what you're telling me.
When did you last see him? That's when you went in the pit.
In 1986, a guarantee fund was set up for victims of terrorism,
everyone contributes to it.
Through this fund, we compensate for damages
and facilitate social reintegration.
How will you manage?
Are you working?
You can't stay by yourself.
You have to make a claim, it's crucial.
But first, you have to file a complaint with the police.
Yes, any police station.
How's your financial situation?
I just can't work, and I'm a freelancer.
It's complicated...
There are financial support options.
To register a request,
first you have to file a complaint with the police.
I'm here, Karim. We don't even have to speak.
I'm not going anywhere.
Christelle?
The bruises are fading. That's great!
This oil smells so good.
Smell.
Am I squeezing too tight?
Always together.
Never let go. Love and freedom.
Hello, Philippe. Hello, ma'am.
Hi, nice to meet you.
I'm Philippe's girlfriend.
Nice to meet you.
Philippe's parents came by two days ago.
Oh, good.
My colleague says you don't want them to know about your visits.
That's right.
Philippe never told them about me.
I can't hide anything from them.
It's not my role, nor the team's.
Yes, of course, I understand.
I'm really sorry.
You should talk to them.
Otherwise, I can't allow you to visit.
You're right.
I'll do that.
- Have a good day, ma'am. - You too.
See you later, Philippe.
Hello.
Christelle, right?
Right. Everyone calls me Chris.
Chris. Great.
I'm Léon. Welcome.
- Nice to meet you. - You too.
- Hi. - Juliette.
- Nice to meet you, Juliette. - And you.
- And? - Renaud.
Nice to meet you.
- Would you like a drink? - Yes, please.
So, my friends...
Here comes the notebook.
So, last time,
we discussed establishing ourselves as a non-profit for victims,
to structure all of this.
But that raises a lot of questions. Particularly,
if we create a non-profit,
what and whom is it for?
Do we share information with victims and families?
Or do we want to offer a place to talk
and listen, with real psychological support?
And, do we need to have a political stance?
No politics. That makes no sense.
OK, but for instance, on the forum,
we can't let people go off on Islam.
It's not our role to do that.
Yeah, but...
They're suffering, we need to listen.
But people can't let loose, especially not now.
If you want, I can try to moderate the group.
So it doesn't go haywire.
I think it's the only way.
I agree that there's pain, but there can't be confusion.
What happens if someone crosses the line, boss?
That's what a moderator is for.
Setting boundaries. And what's up with "boss"?
Because you're in charge. Thanks, boss. It's cool.
I'm not in charge of anything.
I'm not sure...
What do we do?
Our glasses are empty, for starters!
Well, I'll be in charge of the next round.
It's fine, there's only...
ten of us. I can handle it.
Thank you!
You're welcome.
I'll go with you.
Can we get ten caramel shots?
Ten caramel shots, please.
We need to talk.
Victor says you tore up his drawing.
Well, almost.
That's true.
Why?
Because I messed up.
I wanted him to tidy up. He refused.
He said he only did what he felt like.
And like an idiot,
I went into a lecture about desire and responsibility.
Do people always do what they want... That kind of thing.
And at one point, I took his drawing and said,
"Can I tear up your drawing just because I want to?"
Good thing I don't have kids.
Come on, let's have some shots!
I wanted us to go into the bedroom
and spend the most wonderful night ever.
I've tried since, but...
she can't.
She's in this really dark place.
I get it.
What happened is horrific.
But isn't that all the more reason? I tell myself
at least they didn't take that from me.
Have you ever been on Tinder?
Yeah, I have.
So...
Got any advice?
You have to know what you want.
I like it straightforward.
I don't even let the guy sit down.
If he matches his picture...
They get discouraged if it's too complicated.
Hey there.
Hi, girl! Not too beat?
- Chris, this is Myriam. - Nice to meet you.
She was at the Bataclan. She handles hospital therapy.
Great!
- Sorry... - You don't know what that is.
Exactly.
- I have no idea. - No one does.
I visit anyone in need, people who were there.
I spend time with the families at the hospital.
Today, I went to Bichat. Tomorrow, Pompidou.
Chris's friend is at Pompidou.
He's in a coma.
Is he OK?
They stabilized him quickly. At least, that's good.
As for us...
We're just waiting to see how things evolve.
I'm doing my best.
I visit.
I speak for the both of us. It's pretty dull.
I sound like my mother. How depressing.
- What's his name? - Vincent.
Will you be with him tomorrow?
You visit him every day, right?
Yeah, pretty much.
Do you want us to come with you?
I mean, I'd need to check
with the medical team first.
Most of the time, they're fine with it.
- Yeah? - Don't worry.
So say yes.
Well, I...
We don't mind at all.
That's so nice of you.
How about tomorrow afternoon?
No problem.
- I'll be there. - Me too.
Not too early, so I have time to...
12:07 PM?
Yes?
Hello, it's Chris Blandin for Philippe Douvier.
- Come in. - Thank you.
Hi, I got here early. I'm already in the room.
I'll meet you at the ICU entrance. See you soon.
Hello, Doctor.
Hi, Chris.
- Everything OK? - Yeah.
I mean, I think so.
It's so weird to see you here.
Well, let's go.
He has such soft skin.
- Do you massage him? - Yes.
Once or twice a day.
I know you're listening.
And I know you're not far away.
Silence doesn't scare me.
You hear me, Vincent? We're here.
Vincent, I'll leave you with Myriam,
I don't want to miss the nurse.
- They're all close friends. - It's too many people!
We won't stay long.
I told you not to come back until you've spoken to his parents.
I know, I'm really sorry, but...
I get your position. I'm putting you on the spot.
But I swear we're leaving right now. Really.
I don't want any trouble.
Fine.
This is the last time.
We haven't met yet,
but I came to visit you today with Chris.
I'm writing to mark this red-letter day in your future awakening.
Be strong!
Shit!
Dammit, Mom!
What the hell are you doing?
Pick your stuff up!
I don't want your Bataclan bullshit in my home.
I can't force you to stop. But I won't be an accomplice.
Mom!
Don't you get it? They need me!
I can't deal with this, Christelle.
Are you listening? I said they need me.
I've had it. I can't go through this again.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
They don't care about truth. They want our help.
I won't live through this again.
Live through what?
Through what? You have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm...They need what I'm doing.
I'm useful. Don't you get it?
Get out, or I'll call the cops.
- I'm fed up. - You better not...
Get out of my sight!
You're such a bitch!
- Yeah, yeah... - You're a bitch!
- Get the hell out! - You bitch!
You don't fucking get it! You just don't!
Damn you!
Open the damn door!
You just don't fucking understand!
- Hello. - Hi, Ms. Blandin.
Can I have a word?
Sure.
I spoke to social services.
You won't have the room to yourself tonight.
But don't worry, it's just for tonight.
Yes, I...
Let me know if there's a problem.
OK?
- Have a good evening. - You too.
Excuse me, ma'am. I'm all yours now.
We have plenty of time, don't worry.
You can tell me all about it.
I'll write it all down.
This report will allow you to file for the Victims' Compensation Fund.
Will you be OK?
Yes, thank you.
Thank you, Inspector.
Inspectors are called lieutenants now.
Really?
But I'm not a lieutenant, just a simple officer.
I see.
Now...
You can't file against a dead man.
So, we'll file against the commando's one surviving member
Salah Abdeslam.
Did you enter the venue before the concert started?
There's no rush.
Take your time.
Yes.
Coming next
I'll be honest with you: I don't trust you.
I've made mistakes. But I've paid my debt.
You'll have to tell again what you went through at the Bataclan.
- That's when you started running. - Yes.
- We got off on the wrong foot, Nicolas. - No, we didn't. You're a freak.
- Wait, Léon! - Go home.
You really thought I would believe it?
Is it true that you met Iggy Pop in person?
Subtitle translation: Holly Diener
Subtitling: TITRAFILM