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Mama?
Hey, my love.
Let's sleep a bit longer, OK?
It's still very early.
- Why is it so light? - Because it's not very early.
What?
Oh, shit.
There's too much light! Where's she going?
Mama's going to work while we take a nap.
Papa!
No, this is fucked. We reserved this way back in August!
Give him his nose drops before taking him to day care, OK?
But he doesn't need them. He's fine.
Tomtom!
Yes, my love, we'll find Tomtom for you, OK?
- Did you check the bed? - No.
You get a call and drop everything...
If I don't, Adil will call another make-up artist.
So Adil decides when we take a vacation?
Tomtom!
I can't find it anywhere. It's a phantom.
You know they'd never call me again.
- But you suggested the vacation. - Cover your ears.
Now I'm going to Corsica all alone in December!
To play the entertainer 24/7!
You said you want to spend more time with him.
Of course I do. What are you insinuating?
Melvil, I'm talking to your mother!
I'll go nuts within two days.
Want to look for Tomtom together, sweetie? How about it?
You know what? I'm not going. I'm just not.
That's it. We'll stay here. Cancel it.
Fine. Tomtom, where's Tomtom?
Here he is. Melvil, I found him!
Papa found Tomtom. Fantastic. Thank you, Papa.
- Say, "Thank you, Papa." - Thank you, Papa.
It's Tomtom, great.
Alright. We'll discuss it tonight, OK?
You won't be here.
Bye-bye, my love. Have a nice day.
That goes for both of you, my loves.
And don't forget the nose drops.
Juice?
Hi.
Melvil's papa. Maxime's papa.
THE OUTSET ANTOINE LEIRIS
CHAPTER IV THE LIE
SOCCER TONIGHT: FRANCE VS. GERMANY
You know the publisher hasn't called?
My stuff's useless. I feel like a loser.
- Don't talk about my husband like that. - It's just...
I reread it, it's all about my own petty self!
I should quit.
Sure!
I think so, too. Excellent idea.
You know the first chapters are great. Stop beating yourself up.
My poor husband. So useless. He's only handsome.
So you're not useless after all!
- It's Bruno. - No, no.
- What? - He can wait like he makes me wait.
Wait. See you later, sweetie. Be good to Papa.
I love you. Sleep well.
No, stop.
So you'll wait up? I won't be late.
But be sure to stink of beer and sweat.
Count on me.
You'll wait up?
Look, there she is. Bye-bye!
Wait, dear.
Stay there.
- In my bag in the hall. - What?
I forgot the car keys.
Keys, Papa. Keys.
Mama's keys. Catch!
Have a nice evening with my wife.
I'd rather sleep with you, but you're always busy.
Have a nice evening.
"And as for our ladybug, the fairy had other plans for her:
"In the blink of an eye, she'd recovered the beauty and kindness
"the witch had stolen from her.
"'Mother, Mother,' Belle cried out.
"'I've gone back to how I was before.'"
Belle.
Precisely: Belle had gone back to how she was before.
"'My dear little girl,' her mother cried out...
Deschamps is holding them back. He puts them all on defense.
All they do is kick and rush, it's hopeless.
You'll never become world champion like that.
Never. There's no risk-taking, you know?
Risk-taking with the Germans might be a bad idea.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.
- But at least you have fun... - Night.
HEY, YOU BOTH OK? BOTH AT HOME?
ARE YOU IN SAFETY?
YES, WHY?
At the moment I'm describing, two spectators have been forced
to raise their arms and prove they're not armed.
They're being covered by armed officers,
one with a rifle, the other with a pistol.
FRENCH NATIONAL STADIUM FRANÇOIS HOLLANDE AT A CRISIS MEETING
They're being told to slowly come closer and prove they're unarmed.
Thanks, Rassid.
We've been informed the new total stands at over 40 fatalities
at multiple venues, both at the National Stadium and in the heart of Paris,
where there have been explosions, gunfire,
and hostage taking, it seems, in the Bataclan's concert hall in Paris,
where a sold-out concert was being played...
This is Hélène, leave me a message.
Hi, it's me. Are you OK?
Please call me back as soon as you get this message.
... police evacuated... ... I was with friends virtually opposite the Bataclan.
We were on the balcony as it started.
There was a guy who started shooting. It was loud.
Like firecrackers. But we understood when we saw the guy.
... I saw someone on the ground...
This is Hélène, leave me...
Hey, hello, it's Bruno...
The hostage-taking at the Bataclan with our special correspondent,
but first Etienne Leenhardt: Do you know the number of fatalities now?
You've dialed 17, police/emergency.
Please be patient. An operator will be right with you.
Hey, it's Alex. Are you at home? Are you OK?
Hélène was at the Bataclan.
What?
Emergency services are here. As far as we know, the attack is not over.
- Are you OK? - Hi.
- Was it just the two of them? - Yes.
- He can't reach her. - It's Bruno, leave a message.
Why isn't he answering?
Come on, pick up!
There'll be an explanation, Antoine.
- If he got out, so did she. - Then why doesn't she call?
Who knows? Maybe she's in shock and can't talk.
I have to find her. I can't just do nothing.
- Did you call the police? I'll call them. - I already have!
Repeated gunfire in the 10th and 11th arrondissements of Paris right now,
Friday evening, so a lot of people are out.
And furthermore, in that neighborhood,
at the Bataclan, there's an ongoing hostage situation...
and one of our journalists is at the site...
I'm at my brother's. I'll call you back.
- Give me your keys. - I'm coming.
No, you're not leaving. It's dangerous.
- I don't give a damn. - Antoine, no!
Twitter's saying to stay home. What will you do, anyway?
I'll find her.
If I can't, I'll find someone who, I don't know, who can help me.
Papa?
Mama?
Auntie Julie will bring you back to bed. Come on!
- Bruno? - Yes.
Where are you guys? Did you get out? Can you hear me?
Shit, I'm bleeding.
- They're taking me to the hospital. - Is Hélène with you?
- What? - Hélène! Is she with you?
No, no... She was beside me...
She's injured, too. She was beside me. I don't know...
But it's bad. Real bad. I can't say...
Where is she? Did she get out?
Yes, yes...
Is Hélène alright?
I can't say. I don't know.
What? Bruno?
Hey, hello, it's Bruno...
I heard the sound of machine-gun fire
followed by six or seven large explosions, then a deafening silence.
About 20 minutes later, 20 minutes ago, there was one last explosion,
prior to this silence.
Now I'm 50 meters from the Bataclan,
but I see no evacuation of the injured victims.
It's on the other side of the square and it's impossible to get there
because everything is blocked. I just spoke to a female concert-goer
who was inside the Bataclan and told us
about the three terrorists...
Maybe my wife is here and just hasn't been registered...
Sir, if she's not listed, she's not here.
Could you please just call the emergency room? I'm begging you.
She was wearing a leather jacket with a red T-shirt. Please tell them that.
Monsieur, others are waiting.
Madam, please help me. It's about my husband...
- Can I leave you my number? - Please, sir.
One second.
- I'm giving you my number. Call me if... - No, sir...
- It's no use. - I'm begging you.
Listen, the injured are being distributed among all the hospitals.
It's best you go home.
- Madam, please. - And call the hotline!
Five terrorists have been neutralized following tonight's attacks in Paris.
There have been at least 120 victims, 80 of them at the Bataclan,
where a hostage situation arose...
The raid just before 1 a.m.
resulted in three dead terrorists inside the Bataclan.
One of the attackers shouted Allahu Akbar...
... in the Bataclan, which can host 1,500 concert-goers.
Emergency responders are here.
The attack is ongoing, according to our information.
Well?
Sorry, your wife isn't in the ICU, either.
I'm afraid that's all I can do.
- What can I do? - Try the hotline.
- I've called. They know nothing. - She might not have been registered.
Try again later. They're the only ones who can tell you anything.
Emergency services.
- Please. - One second, please.
Check Salpêtrière Hospital. Most of the Bataclan victims are there.
Thank you.
Straight ahead, go on.
Shit.
- We need to get to the hospital. - It's all blocked. Please do a U-turn.
We're looking for his wife. She was at the Bataclan.
Hey, I'll be back.
- Excuse me. - Sorry.
Excuse me. I'm looking for my wife, Hélène Leiris...
- Let us through! - Straight to the ER.
- You're expected. - Let the gurney pass.
Gunshot wound. Bullet lodged. Coma Scale 4.
We could check the suburbs.
Maybe Issy.
Or Corentin Celton.
No, we have to go home.
Melvil will need his bottle.
It's an act of war.
An act of war committed by a terrorist army, Daesh...
Yes, it's not possible.
I already called, they have no information...
Hey, hello, it's Bruno. Leave me a message.
Can I leave my number so you can call me?
The hotline doesn't know.
- Alex, don't let them brush you off. - I called them. They know nothing.
Yes, I'm Annie, Hélène's sister. We met at the wedding.
Oh, nonsense, stop it. The guy was totally friendly...
By the light of the moon, Pierrot, he replied:
"I don't have a quill, I'm in bed for the night
"Go and ask the neighbor, I think she's at home
"Because in her kitchen, A fire is burning on"
Hello?
Good evening.
Everyone is still shaken from last night's horrific events.
People are gathering at all of the attack sites.
Candles, flowers, words on scraps of paper...
The shock is tremendous everywhere.
With reports about the vehicle said to belong to the terrorists,
on the scene, our reporter.
This black Clio, which was examined by forensics,
was recovered this morning
on Place Albert-Khan in Paris' 18th arrondissement.
Investigators are convinced it was used by one of the terrorist groups.
The Clio was rented by the terrorist Salah Abedeslam,
who is still alive and being sought out by all of Europe's police forces.
In the meantime, we also know more about the tactics of the terrorists:
In Alfortville, south of Paris, they had rented rooms,
48 hours prior to the attacks.
The commando also discreetly resided in a small house
in Bobigny, close to Paris. They had reserved it until today.
The intelligence community is retracing the route of the attackers...
BREAKFAST... 10 ML OF LINSEED OIL
Shit!
Need help, Antoine?
Papa, ice cream!
I love strawberry ice cream.
Easy, Melvil, easy.
Melvil, eat up, please.
Eat up now!
Eat up now, please.
No!
Stop, stop...
"Once upon a time..."
Mama isn't here.
Stop, you're hurting me! Are you crazy?
Listen to me, listen...
Mama can't come home.
You see?
She's had an accident.
A very bad accident.
You see?
I'm sure she'd love to be with you. But that's not possible.
She can't come home.
Don't cry, my dear.
Look what I've got for you. Look.
Want to see Mama?
You and Mama. You and Mama.
See how pretty Mama is?
Alright.
You've got to help a bit.
Stop, please.
I've got to go, my dear.
... they were apparently arrested in Brussels...
... all armed...
What does he want?
What's with you?
I want to be alone with her if that's OK.
I don't know...
- Is there enough time for that? - We want to see her, too, Antoine.
- Excuse me, is it our turn yet? - Just one moment.
- We've waited over an hour. - That's not true.
An hour!
Antoine, please come. It's our turn.
Come on.
Sir?
It's time.
Friday night, you stole the life of an exceptional being,
the love of my life,
the mother of my son,
but you will not have my hate.
I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know.
You are dead souls.
If this God for whom you kill blindly made us in His image,
then every bullet in my wife's body will have pained His heart.
So, no, I will not give you the gift of hating you.
You deserve it, but responding to your hate with anger
would mean giving in to the same ignorance that made you what you are.
You want me to be afraid, to view my fellow citizens with distrust,
to sacrifice my freedom for security.
You lose. Game over. For you.
I saw her this morning. Finally.
After days and nights of waiting.
She was...
as beautiful as when she left Friday evening.
As beautiful as when I fell madly in love with her over twelve years ago.
Of course, I'm devastated.
I grant you that small victory.
But it won't last.
I know she'll be with us every day,
and that we'll meet again in that paradise of free souls,
which you can never enter.
Now it's just the two of us,
my son and me,
but we're stronger than all the world's armies.
I have no more time to spend on you.
I have to check on Melvil, who will soon wake up from his nap.
He'll have a snack, just like every day,
and then we'll play, just like every day.
And for all his life,
this little boy will outrage you by being happy and free.
Because no,
you will not have his hate either.
Antoine, food!
WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?
POST
YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY HATE
What a big one.
- No, Uncle. - Uncle?
- Uncle! - Fuck!
You did it again, Melvil!
- Again, again! - Again?
Monsieur Leiris?
- Yes? - Forgive me.
My name is Pierre Legendre, I'm a journalist at Le Monde.
It's late, I hope I'm not bothering you.
No, no.
I read your post on Facebook.
I don't know if you've seen, but it's been shared over 20,000 times.
No, I hadn't checked.
The words you used...
It's hard to imagine how you could write them.
It seemed very courageous to us, given your situation.
- Are you there? - Yes.
Well, I'd like to publish your text on the front page of tomorrow's paper.
With your consent.
ANTOINE, THEY WON'T HAVE YOUR HATE,
BUT YOU WILL HAVE ALL OUR AFFECTION!
TEARS IN MY EYES READING YOUR POST...
... SO IMPRESSED BY YOUR WISDOM...
HUGS TO YOU BOTH.
Come on, Melvil. Please.
We've got to get home, come on.
Want me to do the robot-dresser?
The ro-bot dress-er!
Come on.
My condolences.
- Thank you. - It's truly terrible.
I'm so sorry. We read your text in Le Monde.
We spoke at length about your situation, and we want to help you.
Would you like...
We thought that from now on we'll prepare food for you. Taking turns.
It's no big deal. It's just soup. Squash, carrot and potato.
Nina's favorite.
Thanks, but... There's no need.
No bother. On the contrary. We'd like to help.
We've made a schedule. It's my turn today,
tomorrow it's Manon, and Thursday it's Isabel.
Alright. Thanks.
I really have to go.
- The soup! - The soup.
Thanks.
Your wife Hélène was at the Bataclan on Friday and lost her life there,
you're with us today on France Info because you posted a text on Facebook
that's been widely shared since yesterday.
You address the terrorists and say, "You will not have my hate."
When did you decide to write to them, Antoine?
Well, it came about...
I was finally able to see Hélène on Monday morning.
And that did me more good
than I could have imagined.
To see her.
To tell myself that...
Sorry.
To tell myself that the cocoon still existed,
that the three of us could still live together somehow,
and that she would always be with us.
From that moment on, the words just came to me.
In the text, you also mention...
We need to choose the coffin. We need the tombstone measurements.
- So you'll call tomorrow? - Right.
How about Passy? Look.
It's gray, Alex.
Look, Bagneux. It's green and pretty, right?
What do you think, Antoine?
Montmartre.
Montmartre won't work. It's too expensive.
How about Bougival with Papa and Mama?
- Are you kidding? Bougival? - What do you have against Bougival?
No, but...
It's not Hélène's style. Hélène...
She's a city girl.
Always where the action is.
Bougival? No, no...
We need to make a decision.
Do you have something to do, Antoine?
- Somewhere to go? - I said I want Montmartre.
The little one! Look at her.
So cute.
- Was it Carnival? - No!
She went to school like that!
We all tried to persuade her to change, but there was no way!
That's how my dear little girl was.
I'm alright.
I think the hardest thing was knowing
that I had left her all alone for two nights.
Alive or dead, I'd left her alone, which was hard to accept.
And you received many messages of support.
Yes, from strangers all around the world: Québec, Italy, Brazil...
From the United States, too, where Hélène spent a year. It was...
magnificent.
You feel no hate or anger?
I've forbidden myself to do so.
Tomorrow, the day after, the day after that,
anger could resurface and maybe
there will be moments where I look at my fellow citizens with distrust
and I'll be afraid.
But I also wrote that letter to prevent myself from giving in to that.
If I let my son grow up with a sense of bitterness that might come from me,
he'll become precisely like those very people.
People who have nothing but hate inside.
People who see only the darkest side of this world
and don't want to see the wonders of this life.
Things like...
music, culture,
literature, cinema,
being in love, drinking a glass of wine on the terrace...
I received messages from people who told me, people who were saying:
"If it takes drinking a glass of wine on the terrace to combat Daesh,
"have no fear, we're world champions."
That's right. And that's how we'll overcome them.
I'm only doing the main channels, anyway. One per country.
CNN, BBC...
Isn't it too soon?
What would you prefer me to do? Lock myself inside and blow my brains out?
Better?
Go ahead, sir.
CALL FOR WITNESSES
Right.
Here you are. Please sign this receipt.
PERSONAL EFFECTS OF THE VICTIM
Excuse me.
I think I saw you on television. Aren't you Mr. Leiris?
My friend was at the Bataclan.
Thanks for finding those words.
Food, food...
Yes, Melvil, it's coming.
Such a delicious soup, my dear.
- It's good. - No. Poop! Yuck!
What do you mean, "Poop, yuck?"
- They made such a big effort. - Poop! Yuck!
Come on, Melvil. At least try it.
What will your friends' moms say? They'll be very sad.
Poop! Yuck!
It's really good. Full of little veggies.
Poop, yuck!
Get lost, you nasty soup! Yuck, poopy!
Get lost, nasty soup!
Nasty soup, nasty soup...
Yuck, poop, yuck...
We'll be happy, OK?
Happy.
ARE YOU AWAKE? I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU. I'M DOWNSTAIRS.
Are you fucking kidding me? I've been up since 6.
I've done five clients. It's not my fault they're not home. Who was that?
Yes, why?
If her highness isn't happy, she can go pick up her parcels at the post office.
Just sign here, please.
Right. He also said they can go collect it themselves.
Have a nice day.
No, I wasn't talking to you. Bye.
Why do you think the letter touch so many people?
Why do I think the letter touch so many people? Well...
I think it's because we all want to be hopeful for the world.
Many people think of you as a hero.
No, no. I'm, I'm not.
I'm just a normal guy trying to deal with the terrible loss of my wife,
the mother of my son, Melvil.
Okay... Do you have a message for us, for the people out there?
Do I have a message? Yes... Maybe, yes...
Hey, handsome. I'm in your hood here.
Where are you? Where?
It'd be good if we met up. Call me back, please.
Come on, call me.
It's urgent.
Listen: "Marianne from the city of Nancy, 82 years old":
"I've always loved children
"and will take care of Melvil so you can go back to work." Nice...
Liqueur-filled chocolates. You like them.
- Plus vouchers for socks. - Melvil, stop.
- It's 9:30, past his bedtime. - Over at Bougival Cemetery, yes.
- Marie, Hélène, - Mama!
... and all the others.
Completely different, happy, 30-somethings.
Architect or waiter, artist, student or lawyer.
All at one event to enjoy...
- They're gone. - Maybe you got too many messages.
That's no reason to block my account.
- You have to press this. - It's all blocked...
- We need to decide on the coffin. - Wait.
Either the white one or untreated wood.
I think the white one will go well with the lilies.
What lilies? I don't want lilies.
I sent you an email two days back. It's too late now.
Have you chosen a dress?
For Hélène, for the funeral.
Hélène didn't like lilies.
Alright?
And the coffins,
they're hideous.
All of them.
- The burial is in three days. - Then we'll postpone it.
Sorry, but I can't keep up.
Your sister's taking care of everything and you just stand there and...
Just? I lost my wife.
Don't tell me how to behave.
I lost my sister and she her daughter. You're not alone in this, OK?
Antoine, we've all been badly beaten, but we can't duck out of this.
- We'll overcome this. - I'm not ducking out.
Yes, you are. That's precisely what you're doing.
Three dipshits in sweatpants kill my sister and you on TV to philosophize!
- That's him alright! - Calm down.
Do whatever you want.
I didn't choose this, OK?
All I want is to preserve Hélène.
The way she was.
On Friday night, you stole away the life of an exceptional being.
The love of my life, the mother...
- Sorry. I'm sorry... - It's not a problem!
Is the teleprompter too fast maybe? Slow It down a little bit!
Okay...
On Friday night, you stole away the life of an exceptional being.
The love of my life, the mother of my son, but you will not have my hate...
But you will not have my hate...
Shit. Unbelievable...
Do you need a break Monsieur Leiris ?
There was a great atmosphere at the start of the gig.
It was a great concert. People were loving it, singing, dancing...
It was crazy.
Hélène was delighted.
She was happy, enjoying life. She sang so loudly, she was hoarse in no time.
People thought it was part of the show or some morons throwing firecrackers.
We were in the pit, up front beside the PA.
Then the band stopped playing.
We saw something was up. They were in a panic.
We turned around and they fired into the crowd.
I'm there with Hélène. We see people drop right and left, all around.
Then the crowd surges and we're pushed up against the stage.
I thought we'd be trampled!
Then I get one in the leg. I feel nothing.
Nothing at all. I guess I was overheating.
Suddenly I slip.
There are pools of blood everywhere. It's awash.
At the time I didn't understand it was blood.
I see this guy hiding by slipping under a dead body.
I see another trying to save his girlfriend,
trying to resuscitate her, only...
she's long gone.
It was worse than a horror movie.
And the smell!
You could smell the sweat, the sweet corrosion, the burnt plastic!
It smelled of blood.
And Hélène...
Hélène?
She was beside me the whole time.
I was holding her hand.
And...
And?
And she...
died in my arms.
Why didn't you... tell me all this on the phone?
You left me hoping for a whole day. I don't get it.
- I don't get it. - I couldn't do anything.
- Why, Bruno? - I couldn't do anything.
They wouldn't stop shooting. I was there for two hours.
I didn't move a muscle. They shot at anything that did.
I'm sorry, sorry.
Forgive me.
She was so silent.
It was dreadful.
My dear, we're shopping for dinner. If you don't call back, it'll be fish.
OK? Three...
two, one...
- Fish! - ... fish!
Could you put some potatoes on? We'll be right there.
My dear, we're shopping for dinner.
If you don't call back, it'll be fish.
- Hi Antoine. - Hi.
Here are the provisions: For Thursday we have carrots and eggplant.
Do you have my Tupperware?
- The... - The Tupperware boxes?
No? No, it doesn't matter.
How about Monday? You don't need to wash them.
What do you say, Melvil? Was the soup good?
No!
No? It wasn't good?
Poopy yuck.
Not right now. I need to choose a dress.
Hey there.
Alright, big boy?
Where's your papa?
Antoine, open up! Fucking hell, open it!
I'm right here.
What's up with you?
I'm just choosing a dress.
Have you lost it? You can't leave your son all alone!
Thanks, sweetie.
"We're stronger than all the armies of the world."
You said that.
BATACLAN ATTACK VIDEO
- Where have you been all this time? - What?
Those who died on November 13 embodied our values.
More than ever, it is our duty to keep alive those values.
We will never give in to fear
or hate.
Papa, bath!
What are you doing here? Go away. You'll get soaked. I have no time.
Go on, please.
Melvil, where are you?
What are you doing?
Are you nuts? What is this? They're ruined.
They're garbage now.
Shut up. Stop!
Would you stop? Shut up!
You've dialed 17, police/emergency.
Please be patient. An operator will be right with you.
I'm sorry, angel.
Yes, yes.
We're going to see Mama, sweetie.
No, no... Not in the puddle!
Look.
She's over there. See all the flowers?
Here. This one.
There.
You know, my dear,
Mama can no longer live with us.
She went away.
We can't see her anymore.
But she remains with us all the same. In our hearts.
There.
And if we want to be close to her, we can come here. See?
You know,
lately things have been a bit turbulent.
It's...
It's my fault. Papa's fault. OK?
Things will change. You and I are a team now.
A team of adventurers.
And if things aren't working out,
come and let me know.
I'll be there for you.
Promise?
It holds up, withstanding the wind!
It held up! Carry on!
This one.
Up there.
- Again! - Again! Let's make another.
- When will it be free? - As of February 1.
A few details need to be taken care of. Is that OK?
Compost? What a hassle!
Every two days, I have to go 300 meters to empty my little trashcan.
When she decided that was the reason for it all, I could do nothing.
Now she wants everything to be macrobiotic.
Everything.
No hitting, Maxime!
We cut vegetables into cubes. Even cereals need crushing.
I've got other things to do!
What's your approach?
Exclusively Picard's frozen food.
What a dream!
Move it, Antoine.
Stack them all.
- All of them? - Yeah.
There.
Very good.
Come on.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Life goes on, but...
I don't know if it's what I want.
It's what Hélène wants.
You think so?
Yes. I'm sure of it.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Bruno
A WEEKEND IN CORSICA
Fuck, why were you there?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You alright?
Here you go.
Watch out now.
Food!
Wait. Don't move.
Wait. This way.
Stop it.
Melvil, come here.
Come on, now.
Come on. I got by you.
Don't want to play?
Go play somewhere else.
Catch me!
- Papa. - Keep coming.
Catch me.
- A ball. - No, Melvil.
I said no. No ball.
Good job, sweetheart. Go!
Awesome! Awesome! I'm only using one hand.
Great job! Bravo!
Alright?
- Papa! - Yes, darling?
... of the Paris attacks has finally been captured.
He didn't resist or shoot at the police.
But the Belgians took no risks and shot him in the leg to neutralize him.
Four others were arrested. The operation...
Come on, catch me.
I'm going in the water.
You scared?
Come on, give me your hand.
It's nice, huh?
See how clear it is?
YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY HATE
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