A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[suspenseful music playing]
[distant siren wailing]
[drone buzzing]
[snoring]
[drone buzzing]
[buzzing gets louder]
[beeping]
[camera shutter clicking]
[drone whines]
[alarm blaring]
What?
What… what is this?
Mr. Pellegrini, you need to get up, sir.
-[Hubert] What is this? -[guard] The perimeter is compromised.
Follow us to the panic room, please.
[alarm continues blaring]
-[guard] Hurry up, please. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What the fuck's this?
Where is it?
-[drone buzzing loudly] -Here!
I got it, I got it!
Don't move, don't move! Get the door, Ludo!
[guards panting]
-We took out the intruder. -Who? Where is he?
-What the hell is this? -[guard] It's been destroyed.
-Along with any information it had. -Fine.
[Hubert sighs]
I'LL GET YOU
Perimeter's clear. I've checked everywhere.
[indistinct chatter]
How's it going, Dumont?
What? Don't you recognize me without my glasses?
Assane?
Mm-hm.
That's me.
Cheer up, Dumont.
I brought you a gift.
Your Circé.
[distant siren wailing]
Don't you need one?
-Tell me what you want. -I want to know about your friend.
-My friend? -Pellegrini.
What did you want to tell him the other day?
[Assane chuckles]
Where's your wife?
-At work. -No.
She's not there.
-You leave my family out of this! -She should be at work.
She has nothing to do with this!
Tell me about Pellegrini.
[Dumont sighs]
If I give you a name,
you swear you'll stop?
I swear.
Do I have your word?
You got it.
Can I trust you?
No.
You got a choice?
You wanna take down Pellegrini?
There's a woman named Fabienne Bériot who can help you.
A journalist.
A few years ago, she almost got him.
I didn't tell you.
[Assane sighs]
Hmm…
See you soon.
[phone keys beep]
[ringing tone]
-[Hélène] Hello? -Where are you?
[Hélène] At the office. Something wrong?
-No, nothing. -[Hélène] Are you okay?
No, it's fine. I just wanted to say I love you.
[Hélène] All right, I love you too.
Yeah, have a good day.
[Hélène] I'll see you tonight.
[phone beeps]
[Dumont sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
FABIENNE BÉRIOT TO PAY RECORD FINE TO HUBERT PELLEGRINI
[distant siren wailing]
J'accuse?
[beeping]
[door buzzes]
-J'accuse! -[dog whimpers]
FABIENNE BÉRIOT DIRTY MONEY - THE PELLEGRINI SYSTEM
ITEM ADDED TO YOUR CART
-Come on. -[dog panting]
You're bringing the groceries up next time.
[dog whimpers]
[clatter on floor]
So…
What's your story, Fabienne Bériot?
[Fabienne] Come on.
[Fabienne gasps]
Don't be afraid.
Afraid of what?
I'm not scared.
I'm too old and too weak.
If you plan to steal something, you'll be disappointed.
The most valuable thing here is a bottle of shitty Merlot.
-I look like a thief? -No, like someone who broke into my home.
[Assane] I'm not a thief.
I'm a fan.
Sign it for me?
What is this?
[Assane] Your book.
-I don't think so. -Come on.
-I know you're Fabienne Bériot. -She used to live here.
Not anymore.
[distant siren wailing]
[plates clatter]
Fabienne, I need you.
Fabienne? Fabienne doesn't exist anymore.
She was reduced to silence by big business!
-Right, J'accuse? -[J'accuse whimpers]
[Assane] What you wrote is the truth.
It was the truth, but, well, I found myself facing an army of lawyers.
I hadn't the means to defend myself. I got crushed.
We have an enemy in common.
-Pellegrini. -[J'accuse barks]
Listen, I'm very busy. Don't let me keep you.
You're like me. You want revenge on Pellegrini.
[J'accuse barks]
-Pellegrini. -[barks]
Yeah, okay, I taught him to bark when he hears the name Pellegrini,
but it's an old trick now.
-I'm useless. -That's impossible.
You were a killer back then.
Pharmaceutical labs,
corrupt politicians…
You took them all down, so, what about him?
You don't wanna fight?
Isn't it worth it?
How do I know you're not working for Pellegrini?
[J'accuse barks]
Maybe he sent you here just to make sure that I'm still at rock bottom.
Well, take a good look. Still there.
All right? Have a good day!
Twenty-five years ago, he framed my dad.
He made him look like a thief. He had him thrown in jail.
And my father hanged himself.
I was 14.
Pellegrini, he ruined my life too.
You're the only one who fought against him.
I need your help.
This book is powerful,
courageous.
Where's the woman who wrote it?
I want to finish what you started.
Hmm?
No, I'm sorry.
Pellegrini's heavily protected.
No one or nothing can get to him.
Let it go.
Get out.
Go home.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Dumont] Let me make sure I understand.
You think my kidnapper is the same man who stole the necklace?
Because?
Because you were in charge of the investigation 25 years ago.
-That's all? -[Belkacem] There's also the MO.
So, with the theft at the Louvre, as well as your abduction,
we all think there's always a…
Showmanship.
[Belkacem] Exactly. Showmanship. And that links both cases.
And, if I may be permitted, I want to mention something.
-I know I'm the only one-- -Youssef…
I may be alone in this, but I believe there's a shared inspiration.
Nobody wants to hear it.
-I'm allowed to speak my mind. -Shared inspiration?
Okay, and who's the inspiration?
[Guédira inhales deeply]
Arsène Lupin, Mr. Commissioner.
Gentleman Burglar. By Maurice Leblanc.
The Queen's Necklace was published in 1923 in Le Journal.
A classic adventure of Lupin's.
Our suspect's pseudonyms, Paul Sernine or Luis Perenna,
both are anagrams of Arsène Lupin.
Also the method, the panache, the style, the talent.
I know he's impersonating Arsène Lupin. In fact, I'm convinced.
I made a list of all the similarities I found. I can send it to you.
Oh, yes, of course. I want that list at once.
There we are.
Because now that you mention it,
I remember.
The guy who kidnapped me wore a top hat and a monocle.
We've got footage from surveillance cameras.
We'll call witnesses for a composite sketch.
We will have the face of your attacker.
Perfect. I'm not holding you back.
[cell phone dings]
YOU WANTED TO TALK ABOUT BABAKAR DIOP. WHEN?
[Dumont tapping phone keys]
I NEED MORE INFORMATION. I'LL KEEP YOU POSTED.
[Dumont sighs]
[birds singing]
[distant horns blare]
[J'accuse barks]
[J'accuse whimpers]
How did you find me?
A good journalist never reveals her sources.
You change your mind?
Pellegrini took the most precious thing I had. My career.
And more. He made sure nobody in Paris would ever hire me.
Blacklisted. He made me seem like a crazy cat lady.
-That's not the truth. -Well, no.
You're more of a dog lady.
[inhales deeply] When you're a woman,
and you're my age and you look like me, the decision is made.
You're trash.
But he went a little too far.
I've nothing left.
And I've nothing left to lose.
[Fabienne chuckles]
When you came to my place,
when you showed me my book, believe it or not,
it was the first time anyone had spoken to me in days.
And moreover, you said nice things.
And so, I thought about it.
-I'll help you. -Are you sure?
A little rush of adrenaline couldn't hurt me now.
[both chuckle]
And I don't want to see him win.
-Then I need to be able to trust you. -You came to me first!
No, I need to be able to trust you. Tell me your name.
Georges Berlat.
[laughing] Yeah, yeah, right.
That's a nice try.
[Assane chuckles] Okay.
My name is Jean David.
[motorcycle roars by]
Okay, last chance or else… you'll do this without me.
Diop.
My name is Assane Diop.
Enchantée.
Fabienne Bériot.
[Assane] Enchanté.
[Fabienne laughs]
This is an even bigger mess than my place.
[Assane] I broke into his house to look at his files.
-[J'accuse whimpers] -I was looking for information, but…
What do you want?
To bring him down.
Find some compromising documents.
I know he framed my father to get the insurance money. I'm sure.
-In what year? -1995.
Yeah, that fits.
That's the year his company was on the verge of collapsing.
He frames your father,
he collects the insurance,
and saves his empire.
He fooled everyone around him.
Except I just can't prove it yet.
We need everyone to know he's a criminal.
Well, I tried before you. It didn't work out great.
Well, he could kill the story back then, but not now.
-What do you mean? -[Assane] We need something big.
We need to reveal something that proves he's corrupt.
Something he can't cover up.
Something that'll make noise, then he's done.
I may have something.
[distant phone ringing]
[man] Closer.
And the eyes?
Uh, that's, uh…
That's not bad. It's not perfect. Show me the next one.
There's this one. Is that better?
Yeah, that's looking great.
Yeah, this isn't bad.
There's a few more.
[Laugier sighs] Yeah, yeah…
Is this your only option?
[inaudible conversation]
[Guédira] How hard can it be?
[Guédira sighs]
[Fabienne] The Objector.
The paper where I spent my entire career.
From my first internship to the day Pellegrini got me fired.
[J'accuse barks, whimpers]
The archives are on the third floor.
There's a box inside.
"'80s Sports" is written on it.
In there, a green VHS tape.
That's the thing you need to get.
-What's on it? -Don't worry.
Hang on. I'm the one taking the risks. I should decide if it's worth it or not.
It's worth it because I'm telling you and we trust each other!
[footsteps approaching]
[distant horn blares]
It's a meeting.
-That Pellegrini attended in '96. -[J'accuse barks]
Believe me, it could really hurt him.
And you only decided to get this tape back now?
I tried at least a hundred times, but everyone there knows me.
I can't walk through that door anymore,
but now I just so happen to know a guy who loves to break into places.
-Are you using these files? -No, go ahead.
Okay?
You know the coward trick?
No. [chuckles]
[suspenseful music playing]
[phone rings]
Front desk. How can I help?
[Fabienne] Hello, this is Nathalie Lacombe, investigation services.
Okay.
[Fabienne] An informant is dropping off a file for me.
He's a strange man, but he has solid information.
-[guard] Mm-hm. -The only problem is he's a little scared.
So, if he shows up, don't… don't let him leave if he tries to.
And send him straight back to my office.
What does your guy look like?
[Fabienne] A tall Black guy.
-Looks like the top of his class. -I see him. He's in front of me.
-[Fabienne] Is he holding some files? -Yes.
[Fabienne] Don't let him leave. Send him to me. Third floor.
[guard] Third floor. Yes, Madame Lacombe.
Oh, wait. He's running away!
-Don't let him go. Stop him, you moron! -Yes, yes!
Sir?
Sir, please, this way.
No, no… Just follow me. Come on now.
I spoke to the journalist.
[Fabienne laughs]
-[beep] -[guard] There.
Take the first left, and then a right.
-Thank you, sir. -[guard] All right? Go ahead.
[inaudible conversation]
[indistinct whispering]
Yeah, well, I hope he does.
-You see that guy? -[guard 2] Yeah.
[guard 1] He's a top-level informant. I sent him to Madame Lacombe.
And there he is.
-[guard 2] Wait. Who? -Mm-hm.
Nathalie Lacombe, investigation services. Third floor.
[guard 2] She's on sick leave.
-Are you sure? -Of course.
Sir! Hey, sir!
Sir!
Go on, go the other way!
Shit, shit!
-[engine starts] -Let's go!
Are you kidding me?
Your software is garbage.
-Not the software's fault. -They're different people.
I know.
It's almost as if he can change his appearance.
What? It's true! I mean…
None of you care, so I'll stop.
[Assane] "French Chess Championship '83"?
Don't tell me I almost got arrested for that!
It was to make sure no one watches it.
The attacks in Kuala Lumpur in 1996.
Ring any bells?
-A terrorist attack? -Eleven murdered. Eight were French.
The truth is… it was a matter of revenge.
Some guy tricked the Malaysians while selling them weapons.
And so, they blew up the French embassy.
And the crooked middleman was?
Pellegrini.
Play it.
The situation has evolved on my end.
I don't like it either, but that's how it is.
[growls and barks]
[Hubert] If you want to buy my weapons,
you'll have to pay double.
[man] Double?
-Is this blackmail? -[Hubert scoffs]
[man] This will upset my client.
[Hubert] In that case, I have other buyers waiting.
You've already made a commitment.
Listen, I don't care who buys the guns or where they end up.
If you refuse to pay, I'm warning you, gentlemen, it's all over.
You can forget the deal.
[man] Okay, in that case, you give us no choice.
So, the guns they used, Pellegrini was behind it all?
Maybe he used the insurance money from the necklace to buy those weapons.
Let's spread the news.
Listen, I don't care who buys the guns or where they end up.
[Assane] He betrayed his country.
The blood of those victims are on his hands.
-[Fabienne] Yes. -Say goodbye!
[Fabienne and Assane laugh]
I will have this posted on Twitter in the next 24 hours.
Yeah.
[Assane chuckles]
This is big, Fabienne. It's big.
[Fabienne inhales deeply]
How'd you get the tape?
A good journalist never reveals her sources.
-[Juliette] It's an economics lesson. -[Hubert] Perfect.
It's a charity dinner, not about finances.
If you want donors to support you, they need to have trust.
-[cell phones ding] -It needs to be fiscally interesting.
-That's the way it is. -[Juliette] Stop, this is ridiculous.
No, it… Change the background color. Make it cheerful.
-[cell phones ding] -What's the matter? Are we boring you?
The plan's not complicated. It's comprehensive.
Are we bothering you?
Um, could you leave me and my father alone, please?
[Hubert] What's going on?
Thank you.
Would you explain?
I think you should explain. Look what was just posted on Twitter.
"Hi, Hubert."
"You have 24 hours to tell the truth about the necklace,
or I'll out your deal in Kuala Lumpur."
"Boom!"
[chuckles] It's not complicated. Just delete it.
Who's Salvator813? It's a fake account. Anonymous.
-Do you know what he means? -Absolutely not, honey.
Then why delete his tweet if you don't know what it's about?
Maybe I'm paranoid, but I don't want the world to think we're hiding something!
Oh, yeah? So, we don't then?
[Hubert] Exactly. There's nothing to hide.
Daddy, this foundation really means a lot to me.
You know how invested I am,
so if something could compromise it, you need to tell me now.
There's nothing.
Do you swear?
Would I lie to my own daughter?
[Juliette] It's been retweeted 2,000 times.
[Hubert sighs]
[distant chatter]
[doorbell rings]
Get in!
-Going out? -I'm having drinks with some girlfriends.
If they waited for me.
All right, Raoul's in his room. See ya!
See you later.
[gunfire on video game]
[Assane] Did you finish the book I gave you?
[Raoul] Yeah, it was awesome. I started the other ones too.
[Assane] That's cool.
I wanted to give you the whole set for your birthday, but now I won't.
I'll find something else.
I'm gonna surprise you and your mom.
I doubt it. All the dates she goes on…
What dates?
You know, that guy she's with tonight, it's not the first time.
Wait. Tonight's girls' night, right?
Papa…
Oh, really?
Oh.
[shouting and gunfire on video game]
Good for her. That's cool.
Who's the guy?
[Raoul] A doctor, I think.
Good-looking guy too.
He's got money.
Hmm… Helps.
And his car is so dope.
How do you know all this?
You already met him?
-Well, he stayed the night. -What? When?
[Raoul laughs] I'm joking!
But you know, Mom talks.
I guess she talks 'cause she's happy.
Good for her.
Stop pretending you don't care.
It's dumb.
Boom! Head shot!
You suck!
[reporter] Twenty-four hours after the mysterious tweet from Salvator,
we're live from Hubert Pellegrini's home, where a press conference is due to begin.
-[woman] Mr. Pellegrini! -[man] What do you got to say?
Our France
is a country we can be proud of.
Our economy and our culture are envied and imitated.
Our influence over the world remains strong.
However,
for some time now,
some people have tried to damage our country's image
and that of those, like me,
who love and defend it.
I built my company with hard work.
I pay my taxes in France.
I'm a philanthropist.
But despite all that,
yesterday, someone launched a rumor that was nauseating
and anonymous.
And this rumor endangers my integrity and that of my company.
Normally,
the one who calls himself Salvator813
would not deserve my attention, nor my energy.
But the reason I'm standing before you today
is because my lovely daughter here
and the foundation she'll be launching
in order to help young people
are threatened by this odious rumor.
And I cannot accept that.
So, if this Salvator wants to create a scandal,
if he's convinced that what he's saying is the truth
that people need to know, then I have only one question.
Why lurk in the shadows?
Put down your computer and show yourself.
I have nothing to hide.
And if you don't either,
prove it then.
[barrage of reporters' questions]
Do you believe you have the blood
of the victims of Kuala Lumpur on your hands?
-[Assane] That wasn't part of the plan. -She'll get caught.
I have nothing more to say. Thank you all.
[barrage of questions]
Wow! [chuckles softly]
[Assane sighs]
One hell of a lady.
[ominous music playing]
[siren wails]
[door buzzes]
-Bravo, Fabienne. -[chuckling] Oh, gosh!
You shouldn't have.
-[Assane chuckles] -Seriously…
-You were really great out there. -Oh!
Oh, it felt so good!
[Assane laughs]
I've been hiding for ten years,
and suddenly, I'm in the middle of the action.
[Fabienne chuckles]
And that idiot Brizac…
You know the one you see on all the TV shows, huh?
-Yeah. -[Fabienne] He tried to ask a question.
You're out of your mind, monsieur!
It's Fabienne Bériot asking the right question!
Before everyone else. Just like the old days, huh?
Hang on. One of Pellegrini's guys tried to follow me.
-What's that? -Don't worry. I lost him.
You sure?
Listen, um, I… I have experience.
I think I know how to lose a tail.
[both laugh]
-What's up next? -We go bigger.
-So, we post the entire video online? -No, even bigger.
I contacted The Other Edition.
And I said that Salvator wanted to make his TV debut and they didn't hesitate.
The Other Edition?
That's not journalism, Assane.
Two million viewers every night. We could do worse.
Two million people will know the truth. That's a lot of people.
Okay, okay, okay. I'm ready.
I know… But no.
Tomorrow, Salvator is me.
Are you kidding me? I'm going with you. I am!
I'm the one that got you into this.
You've already done a lot.
Now it's my turn to take the risk.
It's for my father.
Well, what was your father like?
Hmm… Proud.
Honest.
He was stubborn too.
[Fabienne chuckles]
Like someone else I know.
-I don't know who. -[Assane laughs]
Come on, let's go.
Time for the world to meet Salvator.
[Dumont scoffs] Were your witnesses drunk or what?
Pardon?
None of them looks like the guy who abducted me,
and also all four look different!
What about him?
[Dumont scoffs]
I took the forensic ID guy to visit Vincent Morville.
Sernine's accomplice at the Louvre.
He was thrilled to give us a very detailed description.
That's not him either.
So, for the last time,
stop trying to connect both cases.
The Louvre and my kidnapping, it's unrelated.
-It's him. -[Dumont] No, it's not him.
What he's trying very awkwardly to tell you
is our suspect is greatly able to change his appearance.
[Dumont] You're greatly able to fuck with me!
The necklace has been gone three weeks and you haven't made any progress.
I'll give the case to another team.
No, no, we can sort this out.
Okay, you two, you have one week. That's it.
-What do you mean, "you two"? -You know!
Hey, did you see his face when I showed him the last sketch?
I'm not crazy. You know I'm not.
-There's something really wrong here. -Thank you.
But you can't investigate your commissioner.
Why can't we investigate him? Hey, hey, hey.
See his face when I showed him the last sketch?
Hey, Guédira, drop it for now, okay?
You heard Dumont. You're off the case.
Okay?
[Guédira sighs]
[Assane] Latex sponge.
Thank you.
-[Fabienne] Did somebody teach you makeup? -[Assane] No.
I kind of taught myself. It's part of what I do.
Number 12 brush?
Have you been living here long?
[Assane] Is this an interrogation?
Oh, no. Pardon me.
Old habits die hard. [chuckles]
[Assane] Smudge brush.
Thank you.
No, Fabienne.
This isn't a smudge brush. This is a blending brush.
-Oh, you're serious. -Yes, I'm serious.
I never joke about makeup.
Thank you.
Yep, that's the one.
By the way…
That's for you.
To say thank you.
I don't need a reward, Assane.
[Assane] I knew you'd say that.
But it's my pleasure.
[Fabienne chuckles]
I hope it'll make you want to write again.
You know, Assane, the first time you came to my place,
you asked me if I was Fabienne Bériot and I told you no.
I wasn't lying.
I haven't been that woman in many years.
You're the one who brought back Fabienne Bériot, Assane.
And that's my present.
Thank you.
[Fabienne laughs]
[presenter] Tonight, on The Other Edition,
an exclusive interview.
Hubert Pellegrini, one of the wealthiest men in France,
but also one of the most generous.
His empire ranges from import-export to energy and media.
Nothing's out of his reach.
But tonight, our special guest is a man
who is questioning his integrity.
We are joined tonight by Salvator. Salvator, good evening.
Hello.
[presenter] This is the first time you're showing your face.
I'm just meeting you now, so, you're either very brave,
or completely insane.
Your viewers will decide.
True. In any case, your appearance, it may be surprising to people.
We weren't expecting…
well, you.
-Meaning? -[presenter] You're, um…
-I'm old? -You're aged.
When you have a Twitter account and you battle injustice,
they assume you're young.
You're forgetting something, though, Thomas.
You see, most people in this country are older than you.
[Thomas] Okay, you got your message through.
You came here tonight with a document, a tape
that is allegedly compromising.
Hubert Pellegrini even came out of his legendary retirement
to say that he's not afraid of this video.
-Mm-hm. That's right. -[Thomas] Tell us a little more.
What will we see on this recording?
Go ahead. Set it up for us.
Well, you see, this footage is from a meeting that took place in 1996.
In Malaysia.
We were able to see Hubert Pellegrini selling illegal firearms
to the terrorists who orchestrated the attack
on the French embassy at the same time.
That's insane.
Well, let's watch together. Roll the tape, please.
The situation has evolved on my end.
I don't like it either, but that's how it is.
If you want to buy my weapons,
you'll have to pay double.
Impossible.
[distorted sound on tape]
I'm warning you, gentlemen, it's all over.
You can forget the deal.
[Thomas] What was that?
I don't understand.
There's nothing incriminating on this video.
It's hard to understand these serious allegations.
Would you explain this to our audience?
Looks like, uh… Salvator is speechless.
We'll return in a moment. Please, stay with us.
Fuckheads!
How much did he pay you?
-Get over it. I'm sick of conspiracies. -You motherfucker!
[suspenseful music playing]
[groaning]
I don't give a shit! Search the entire building. Find him!
[cell phone vibrates]
I'll call back.
Yes, sweetheart.
-[Juliette] Hey, Daddy. -I told you, right?
It's all just lies.
I saw.
I'm sorry.
I have to tell you something.
This Salvator, um…
I think I know who it is.
What do you mean?
I'm not sure, but…
I think it's Assane. Assane Diop.
You know, Babakar's son?
It was him at the Luxembourg Gardens.
And he's the one who stole the necklace.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
I… I don't know… I should have, but…
But nothing makes sense anymore. What does he want?
He wants to destroy us.
But I won't let him.
Since he was a boy, he's believed we're responsible for his father's death.
It's got to stop.
Okay.
[Juliette sighs softly]
That fucking bastard deceived us again, J'accuse.
-[J'accuse whimpering] -I won't let him destroy us twice.
-[knock at door] -[J'accuse whimpers]
[knock at door]
[J'accuse whimpers]
Let's make him some coffee, J'accuse.
It'll cheer him up.
After that, we're back on the attack.
Oh! Ah!
[Fabienne panting]
Good evening, Fabienne.
Mr. Pellegrini would like an address for Assane Diop.
-Who? -Salvator.
[J'accuse barks]
-What are you talking about? -Stop wasting my time.
-We thought you understood back then. -[J'accuse barking]
This time, I'll be clear.
Where does he live?
Tell me right now, or you'll regret it.
[J'accuse barking agitatedly]
This is your last chance. The address for Assane Diop!
[shouting] Where is he?
A good journalist
never reveals her sources.
[Fabienne chuckles]
I don't understand you, Fabienne.
[door closes]
[barking]
Hey, J'accuse.
-[J'accuse whimpers] -Where's your mom?
What's going on?
Fabienne!
[panting] Fabienne!
-[Assane whispering] No… -[J'accuse whimpers]
[J'accuse whimpers]
DIRTY MONEY - THE PELLEGRINI SYSTEM
[Assane sobs]
[soft piano music playing]
[Fabienne] "My dear Assane."
♪ I'm a strange man… ♪
"We may have lost the battle tonight."
♪ Like your angel… ♪
"But I know you."
"You won't give up."
♪ I'm invisible… ♪
"You know the difference between good and evil."
"And you'll never quit."
"In spite of the danger and the forces trying to stop you."
"And that's why I admire you."
"So, we're going to fight."
"For your father, for your family."
"For us."
"We're going to fight, Assane."
"Together."
"Your friend, Fabienne."
It's you.
♪ I'm the speaker… ♪
[chuckles softly]
♪ Of your silence ♪
♪ I'm the question now ♪
♪ To your answer ♪
♪ But someday ♪
♪ You'll understand… ♪