See you tomorrow, Mom.
My darling...
We'll talk to the specialists.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why?
To protect you.
Like a child?
You treat me the way you treat everyone.
Your daughter, Lucas, the whole of Marseille.
You control everything.
Imagine if I said to you,
"Give up on Marseille.
The thing you love most is killing you."
It is.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
SENDER UNKNOWN
Attack on Crédit Méridional in Arles
WHO ARE YOU?
He said you were out to get revenge on him.
Not revenge on him but on my past.
The foster homes, social services...
That's what I can't stand.
That's where my politics and my fighting spirit come from.
That suffering,
it gets a hold of you and weighs you down.
It never lets you go.
You want to throw it back in the face of those who made you suffer.
I know you understand.
Yeah.
Lucas, I'm going to tell you a secret.
- But it stays between us. - You can trust me.
I was madly in love with Robert.
I had no idea.
It left me feeling every bit as alone and unhappy
as you must have felt.
That's why I understand.
And that's why I'm going to support you.
- You'll support me? - Yes.
For me or against him?
Against him.
He made me the kind of promises you make to a woman
when you want to seduce her, I suppose.
He betrays the women who love him.
He abandons them.
At the side of the road, like animals.
It's disgusting.
I'm not like him.
I'm not like that.
When you want a woman, what do you do?
I just tell her.
See that Merc over there?
I promised you a car if you worked with us.
So, how do you like it?
It's kind of conspicuous.
Don't worry. We'll give it a little makeover.
Here, put this on.
Okay, go start her up.
Let's go.
Here.
You, sit up front.
Right.
What do we have here?
That's it.
Fuck, look! It's the cops.
I have 100 pounds of hash in the trunk. Move it!
Wait.
Go on, floor it. Go!
Go, for fuck's sake!
Watch out. There's another one!
Faster!
They want to play? I'll light 'em up.
Go, go, go.
That's it! You're losing them.
Go, go!
He left them for dust!
We did it.
Go on, unload the trunk.
- The trunk's empty. - How's that?
Only a moron would steal a car with a trunk full of hash.
Smart kid!
Now let's meet your new friend.
When will it be ready?
Depends. What color do you want?
Black.
What are you doing here?
Waiting for you.
What's happened?
Rachel? What's wrong with her?
She has a degenerative illness.
- Shit. - She'll have to stop playing.
Can nothing be done?
I don't believe it.
Shit.
I'll call her.
It's probably best if I go there in person.
Your mother needs our support.
- She needs company. - No, don't bother.
We'll keep it in the family.
Just the three of us.
It's for the best.
- Hello. - Hello.
Chasseron is here. I told him your plane was late.
I like your outfit.
It's cute.
Sorry.
You should take the train.
It would cost taxpayers less and I wouldn't have to wait ten minutes.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Since you asked me here, you must require my services.
Yes, in a way.
I thought you didn't need our share of the vote.
That was before.
What, you didn't hear?
Taro is standing again.
What's that got to do with me?
Taro's too old for Marseille. He doesn't understand this city.
He wants to bulldoze it.
He's forgotten what made it great.
- For example? - For example...
the old port.
It's crazy to knock it all down.
The port is the key to Marseille.
We need to develop Fos
and leave the port alone.
- Even though the docks are redundant? - Those docks need fixing up.
But all in good time.
You need to understand that the mayor means a lot to me,
but I'm prepared to fight for Marseille.
That's a little cocky.
Compared to him, you're a small fry.
Unlike you, I have principles.
And energy and passion.
Right. Was it that passion that led you to me?
I thought we could join forces in certain districts.
You'll be running against him?
That's brave. And you want me to take your side?
If I make it to the second round, yes.
And I want your candidates to attack his people, not mine.
If I hassle my candidates, what do I get out of it?
Nothing, unless I win.
But if you help me on the quiet,
there's a good chance I can win.
And?
Then I will hold all the cards and I'll be able to help you.
- You're off to a good start. - I've learned.
I love the mayor deeply.
It's a kind of poetic justice.
You have to kill the father. That's just how it is.
What's this tweet about?
Robert TARO is standing for mayor again?
I changed my mind.
The lists are decided in one week. You have no chance.
Can't you spare us the humiliation just this once?
- This is my business. - It's our business too, Dad.
When I left home you were mad at me for six months.
Same with Lucas. You hate it when people break free of you.
So?
Marseille is just an excuse not to deal with us.
No, I need you. And Marseille needs me.
I can't do without one or the other.
Julia, this has to stop. We need to look after your mother.
Stop it! Don't stand.
She'll be all alone. Is that what you want?
For her to be alone again?
Of course he must stand.
Otherwise we'd both be in mourning, for the cello and the mayoralty.
When did you last see a politician put his wife first?
Or see a cellist give up their instrument?
Leave me alone.
The odds are against you.
I could never have chosen between you and music.
Marseille is your passion.
And I love you for it.
I want you to comfort me.
But I also need to admire you.
So stand.
I will.
Thank you.
Robert Taro.
Ah, Chasseron. I always wonder why you never built an extension.
Your place is so small.
Are you trying to piss me off, or did you forget?
- Forget what? - City Hall won't grant me a permit.
Oh, right.
- You wanted to build a hotel. - A luxury one.
And how would you have paid for that?
You prefer inside or out?
Can I ask you something that might make you angry?
Yeah, go ahead.
When did you leave the Party?
In 2010. One year later I created the Center Party. Why?
Right, you were our Treasurer.
- And you jumped ship before the bust. - There was no bust.
Someone cooked the books on the previous campaign.
If I remember right, it was overbilled by 13%.
Your house may not be the place of your dreams but it still cost money.
Are you kidding me?
I told you it would make you angry.
You thought I came here as a friend? Those days are gone.
If you ask me, where you screwed up was by only taking 13% and not 20%.
Then you would have had your hotel.
- Anything can be bought in Marseille. - Seems so, if even the mayor says that.
Listen, Chasseron.
I've been mayor for 20 years.
Never once did I put my hand in the till.
Though I must admit, I often turned a blind eye.
But that doesn't mean I didn't see it.
My options are limited.
I don't have time to form a list independently.
Stealing people from Barrès' list is too tricky.
Forget it.
You have no chance, anyway.
Because I stepped aside?
- Just wait for my comeback. - No, I'm helping Barrès to beat you.
Unless I rally your party and take your place on the list.
Fuck you.
You'd be my deputy, of course.
It's nice up here.
Could have made a great hotel.
Walk me back to the gate. I'm worried I'll lose you.
- Were you born in Marseille? - No, I'm from over there.
On the other side. Tangier.
I moved to Félix with my mom when I was two.
- Do you live with her? - No, she had to go back.
She took my brother and I stayed here with my sister.
I send her letters, sometimes a little money.
I write her poems so she thinks I'm smart!
Let's see.
- Sorry. I didn't mean to do that. - Don't worry about it.
How do you earn a living?
That.
- You deal? - Everybody deals in my neighborhood.
I'm called Sélim, remember?
I can't wait to get out of this shithole. But that takes money.
There's more to life than money.
There's more to life than money!
That's easy to say when you have it.
Seriously...
- I like your poem. - Shut up!
You ripped it so you keep it.
So...
how about a swim?
Sabine Avery: I'm going to support Barres.
Don't make a fuss or I'll tell your wife.
Bitch.
If I want to strip Barrès of his status as deputy mayor,
do I have to convoke the City Council?
Yeah, getting him off the Port Committee was easy,
but deputy mayor is an elected position, so...
I know. Is there no other way?
No.
I tried to get him fired from the UPM but it didn't work.
The General Secretary put him at the top of her list.
You might have the decency to withdraw to your own district.
I'm still your deputy, Mr. Mayor.
If you're elected, you won't need me. Until then, I'm obliged to stay.
- You can't be serious. - Yes.
And obliged is exactly the right word.
Let's go.
- What are you doing here? - It's lunchtime. My treat.
- What's this car? - It's mine. I'm a driver-for-hire.
Shut up.
You aren't even wearing a suit and tie. Do you have water, candy?
No, I'm freelance now.
- What do you mean? - Come on, let's go.
I don't have much time so make it quick.
No, I do things properly.
What is it?
- Where did you get this? - What do you mean? I bought it.
Try it on.
You like it?
It's pretty.
Thanks.
Stop it.
- Don't start that again. - I can't help it, Julia.
I was gone five years. You must have met other girls.
None like you.
I can't help how I feel.
I've tried. I slept with other girls.
But with you, it's not even about the sex.
With you I don't feel like an idiot.
With other people, I feel like my IQ is minus-60.
I'm just a small fish, that's all.
You're handsome.
You're passionate and romantic.
And you have amazing eyes.
You're not a fish with an IQ of minus-60.
Minus-30?
- Put your hand back, please. - No.
I have to go.
Bye, my little fish.
Online media hasn't usurped us yet but our biggest problem is the rent.
You know something, Patrick? I love Marseille.
It has such a fascinating history.
And you, at La Provence,
you're a part of that history.
That's why, if I'm elected, you can count on my help.
Okay, but how?
Grants don't just come from City Hall. There's the Departmental Council too.
If the Departmental Council wants to help us, why wait for the elections?
I'll give you my bank details!
You know that Robert is standing?
So I hear.
Robert Taro is obsessed with power. He won't let it go. Typical.
But look at your husband. His retirement was to your benefit.
Benefit and detriment.
It's called equality, my friend.
Equality is fine by me, unless it comes from the bedroom.
- Allow me. - No, I'll get this.
Otherwise, it might seem like you were trying to influence La Provence.
Journalists and politicians make strange bedfellows.
It's really a business relationship.
We just want to sell papers and you just want to buy votes.
Patrick,
whether I'm elected or not, I'll help you.
We'll see.
You mentioned Robert Taro.
It's been a while, but we used to be close.
I know him well.
It's not power that he loves.
It's Marseille.
He loves this city more than anything.
- Why don't you see him anymore? - Something big drove us apart.
I'll pay at the bar.
Have a good day.
Well?
The man is an idiot.
He's not, not at all.
- You can't buy him. - Oh, but I can.
- And he's as queer as they come. - So?
You'd try it on with him?
Whatever it takes.
Why don't I come with you?
- What for? - Just to be there.
No need. It's just a prescription for antidepressants.
Don't wait. I'll take a cab.
Fred. How do I find out who's sending me spam?
Unless it's addressed to you personally...
It is.
Can I see?
- I can ask my friends on the Force. - No, I just wondered.
- Okay. - Thanks.
Face the wall.
Your code.
26-39.
Forget it. You have no chance, anyway.
Because I stepped aside?
- Just wait for my comeback. - No, I'm helping Barrès to beat you.
Unless I rally your party and take your place on the list.
Fuck you.
Seems like everyone wants to be my friend these days.
Like who?
The Socialists, the district mayors,
Barrès, you.
Not me.
The Centrists are little more than mercenaries,
but they serve a purpose.
They help you to feel big during a campaign.
You always thought I was spineless.
Not spineless. It's a pair of balls you're missing.
She should know. Hello!
So, what's the point of your visit this time?
Did you consider my proposition? To let me take district three?
I didn't take it seriously.
You were right not to. It was too generous.
That was before I discovered your links to the President of the Republic.
- Everybody knows that. - No, I don't mean the current ones.
Anyway, I hear you don't see so much of each other anymore.
I'm talking about the campaign six years ago when you were Treasurer.
Before you left the Party.
Yeah. So?
So...
19 February, electoral meeting in Marseille.
Costs declared to the Campaign Commission...
83,699 euros.
That's excluding tax, don't worry.
Costs billed to the UPM Party...
664,379 euros.
That's a difference of nearly 600 grand. Where did it go?
Same in Bordeaux on 3 March.
And in Dijon on 27 April.
Each time a bogus company billed the Party
for amounts that were not owed.
In Bordeaux it cost over 100,000 euros for sound and lighting.
And almost as much for the video.
And this part's funny.
60,000 euros...
for flags.
Flags!
These bills were paid in cash by the UPM Party.
That's a way to cover up campaign overspending.
And who signed on behalf of the Party?
The Treasurer.
You.
And you had no idea?
Like I said, turning a blind eye doesn't mean I don't see.
I'm a crocodile, Chasseron.
On the hunt.
Ready to bite, kill, eat,
and rip off your face.
You run the risk of implicating the President,
the General Secretary,
the whole Party.
I know.
And it would fall on you too.
I know that too.
On 4 June a company called Genesis...
billed the Party for the sum of 23,500 euros.
For building work at the Marseille headquarters.
Did you ever see that work carried out?
True, they fixed up the shitter on the first floor.
But nothing else.
You're sitting on the rest.
And it's easy to prove. Here.
Genesis carried out the work here.
In your house, Chasseron.
- What do you want? - To take your place.
There are two options. Either I give it up or you take it.
Let's put it another way.
I'll take it but it will look like you gave it to me.
That's more civilized.
And it's better for you.
Fred, shut the door.
Seal this in an envelope and take it to La Provence.
- Right now? - It's anonymous.
We mustn't be seen with it.
- What's this about? - Sit down and take a look.
This is huge. Aren't you scared it will backfire?
It's all in hand.
There's another way that's safer and quicker.
The invoices will be online by tomorrow.
They'll be found by some smartass who checks all the uploads
and by midday it'll be all over Twitter.
- Let's take my private elevator. - I've done some digging on Barrès.
We all know his official story.
Orphaned, passed through several foster families, a brilliant student.
But it doesn't add up.
He never moved foster families. He stayed with one.
- So? - So he lied.
- And in 20 years nobody found out? - I had to look hard.
- What did you find? - A family in the Yonne.
- I could visit them tomorrow. - You do that.
The UPM Party is alleged to have approved fake invoices
during the presidential elections.
If the allegations are confirmed,
the French President's accounts could be the subject
of further investigation.
That's right.
A judge has been appointed to examine...
Get out.
Sorry. Please.
That's why I resigned from the UPM five years ago.
I realized there was...
a certain amount of scheming.
So I decided to leave the party that I had joined ten years before.
Do you think the mayor knew about this illegal practice?
Absolutely not.
Those invoices were for a presidential election.
- Didn't you tell him? - Never.
Anyway, my suspicions were based on a hunch
and a hunch is neither a crime, nor evidence.
- Taro's behind this. - Yeah.
It's bad news for us, but worse for him.
You know what I want.
The UPM.
You'll get it. Leave it to me.
No news has left the building all morning.
The mayor is waiting in what's known as the war room...
Costa: Come now! Everybody's waiting!
Last night I became aware
of the manipulation of funds within the UPM Party,
during the last presidential election.
As you all know, I helped to create that party 13 years ago.
Today's revelations go against my ethics.
That is why...
I have decided to withdraw from all my duties within the UPM.
The municipal elections take place three weeks from now.
I had decided to leave the position I've held for the last 20 years
as Mayor of Marseille,
but present circumstances
as well as the spate of violence sweeping our city
have forced me to reconsider.
I will therefore be standing in the municipal elections
at the top of the list in district three.
- Mr. Mayor! - Mr. Mayor...
Yes, Annick. You can start.
Are you dismissing Chasseron?
No, Chasseron will head the list in district one.
- Mr. Mayor. - Pharamond.
What about Lucas Barrès? Rumor had it he'd replace you.
A rumor is not a source.
Someone of your caliber should know that.
Lucas Barrès had no bearing on my decision.
- Thank you. - Mr. Mayor!
Thank you.
That will be all, thank you.
Barrès claims he was born on 25 February 1973 in Cavaillon.
Actually, he was born four months later in Châlons-en-Champagne.
His father gave him to the Fruges when he was three.
Who are the Fruges?
Farmers. They took good care of him.
He was never institutionalized.
He stayed with them until he was 18.
Then he moved out and never came back.
- And the father? - Barrès.
We don't know his first name and neither do the Fruges.
- And the mother? - She would visit him.
Take him away for a week or so, bring him back, send money.
- He never finished high school. - I don't believe it.
- He has a law degree. - It's all phony. Read the paper.
He got a diploma at 16 but he failed his final certificate twice.
Taro is too old for Marseille. He doesn't understand this city.
It's a kind of poetic justice. You have to kill the father.