UPM Party's fake invoices
UPM ROCKED BY NEW SCANDAL
What happens if the Commission invalidates the campaign accounts?
The Commission made its mind up long ago.
The elections were six years ago.
It's ancient history.
- Why are you here? - To support our candidate.
Could the French President be affected by the fake invoices scandal?
Of course not.
The President has nothing to do with this.
- Good day, ladies and gentlemen. - Please, Ms. Avery...
No more questions.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
BRAINWASHING
I came here for you.
The lists must be delivered tomorrow night.
I'll try to convince Taro to speak to you.
He's the one who leaked the invoices online.
Anyway, the scandal is my problem, not yours.
You're not meant to know the workings of a national election!
Right, and I don't, but Taro does.
It's a smart move. It means he can stand.
I'm meeting him at City Hall. I have him for half an hour.
You won't get anything out of him.
We'll see about that.
I can't go straight in there.
It would look suspicious. He's a public figure.
But I can tell you, he had good connections.
Papers like that are hard to fake.
- And your friends' archives? - They're still looking.
Come in.
Your midday appointment is here.
You came to Marseille just to see me?
You leaked those invoices online.
Why would I do that?
That's up to you.
But if I spread the rumor that it was you, you're finished.
They'll ask you why I did it,
and since you have no answer, it will blow up in your face.
Anyway, Sabine, I think you're going to find this difficult.
To save its skin, the Party will tell you to resign,
and in the end you will.
I have the support
of the three biggest federations.
Including Bouches-du-Rhône?
Obviously. Barrès is on my side.
But Barrès will betray you.
Of course, but I'll betray him first.
I came to Marseille to invite you back into the Party.
What difference would it make?
The Federation is better off with you than Barrès,
and a statement from you on the scandal could help the Party.
And in exchange, what do I get?
I'll get Barrès kicked out.
Too late!
Fine.
In that case, I'll back Barrès.
He won't want you, my dear. You don't get it.
My God!
Getting old is tough.
- What do you make of the mayor's stance? - Can we have a statement?
- Are you prepared for an inquiry? - Does City Hall support you?
Ms. Avery, over here.
I have no comment to make at the present time.
I remember what you said about Orson Welles.
About an artist's femininity.
You think Picasso had a feminine side?
Of course he did.
Just look at his Three Women. It's obvious.
Well, women... I don't know if I like them or not.
I'm talking about art.
Don't you think it's strange?
Touching cocks while talking about Picasso?
No, no.
Come on.
Don't you want to?
I don't like these photos. Who fixed the colors?
I prefer this one.
You look less young, and your smile is almost real.
No, it doesn't have enough energy. But this one exudes authority.
This is a man who can run Marseille. That's just some local mayor.
I don't agree. I prefer Adrien's.
Who likes Adrien's?
Okay, we'll use Adrien's. What's next?
- I have the first polls. - Quiet!
We're in the lead, with 33%.
15% for the Socialists.
25% for the French Party.
Taro has 11%!
There's no need to attack Taro just yet. Be gentle, like he was with you.
Then who do I go after? The Socialists only have 15%.
Chasseron. Then attack the mayor's record.
But it's my record, too. I was his deputy.
You kept quiet out of loyalty, even though you disagreed.
- Now you're telling all. - Why now?
Because the mayor broke his pact by standing.
Okay, that's good.
Debriefing tomorrow at 3pm.
Let's keep this energy up.
Good work. I'm proud of you.
Don't let up. Let's keep it going.
Good work. Well done, Adrien.
Chasseron's a great idea.
Barbara?
Wait there.
A poll like that should be celebrated.
What? Isn't this what you wanted?
The first round is two weeks away. We need a campaign team.
- We'll use the same as last time. - No, they're with Barrès.
Then we'll steal them.
Okay, but we have no PR.
Who cares about PR?
We have the City Hall team. That's enough.
- Are you with us? - I'm here, aren't I?
Just showing up isn't good enough.
Put your heart and soul into it. Maybe smile a little.
Fuel your desire. Who's second on my list?
You don't know? I'll tell you. It's your good friend, Shaima Joste.
Thank you.
We're counting on you.
What beautiful oysters.
- And the mussels, too. - Try one.
No, I don't have time.
Market day is a drag but you have to do it.
Shaking hands is like licking boots. It all helps your reputation.
Why did you switch districts?
Look, who would you prefer to have on your team?
Chasseron or me?
Whoever is most likely to win.
Well, that's me.
Chasseron will get 10% at best.
- And I'll be closer to 40%. - With me it'll be 50%.
Then try not to look so uptight.
And stop coming here in those yuppie jackets.
What about my face? Should I get surgery?
A little Botox, just there.
You first!
Robert! Election time again. It's been so long.
- I was busy with this lady. - He wishes!
- How's your little girl? - Very well.
- How long until the birth? - One month.
- Is it a girl? - A little girl, called Tina.
Tina! How lovely. Goodbye, Lucie.
Now you know who to vote for.
Any problems, you come to me. I'll help you.
Give me a minute.
How did it all go? Did they give you a hard time?
Any problems, just call me.
- Good catch today. - Hey, Dominique.
You're right. The fish are biting.
Especially during election time.
- See you, Dominique. - Bye, Dominique.
Sélim: I'm outside your place.
Madam, your carriage awaits.
- No, I'm meeting somebody. - Where? I'll take you.
No, it will be quicker by bus.
I drive in the bus lanes.
Where are you going?
- Home. - How soon?
- Now. - We can do it.
- In less than ten minutes. - No, Éric, drop me at a bus stop, please.
I'm telling you, it's quicker with me.
Buckle up.
Julia: Go inside and wait for me.
Stop it!
You know that scares me. Stop it!
Don't worry, you're safe with me. Even the cops can't catch me.
And look, I have fake ID.
- What is this shit? - So I don't end up in prison.
But that other asshole is headed for jail.
- Who are you talking about? - An old friend.
You didn't tell him, did you?
- Tell him what? - About me.
No, I didn't.
First, because you asked me not to,
and also, if you won't tell him, it means you don't love him.
The day you tell him, that's when I need to be worried.
See? Not so dumb.
I believe you.
What do you use this car for? Deals, drug runs?
I can't say.
- Who's texting you? - My appointment.
Sélim: Whatever you say, gorgeous!
- Do I know them? - No.
Julia: I won't be long!
Do you have my watch?
I like you wearing it. It's like an engagement ring.
- That was fast! - I took a taxi.
I had time to write you a present.
- Thanks. - Want to grab a drink?
No?
Thank you, Gilbert.
And a glass of wine.
You're drinking wine now?
I don't question your coke habit.
- I don't take much. - Well, neither do I.
Do you want to help me with the campaign?
Rachel?
Listen, I heard.
I don't know what to say. How are you feeling?
I'm okay.
I have pins and needles in my hand. Sometimes I can't even control it.
And I know it will only get worse.
I'm slowly losing control, and it terrifies me.
I can feel myself starting to withdraw and resenting other people,
which makes me even sadder.
I can understand your fear.
But you have your whole life ahead of you.
You're a beautiful, seductive woman.
I must admit, if you weren't married to Robert...
I'm just kidding.
Robert is married to Marseille, not me.
Yes, that's true.
Marseille is a port, with people coming and going.
It's like life.
You don't always know if you're coming or going.
But you have to keep going. Be brave and fight it.
Do what's right for you.
Yes, but it's not easy.
Looking for something, Mr. Mayor?
Yes.
Your past.
Be my guest. I'll leave you to it.
You never told me what it is you do.
I work for a news website.
Wow, that doesn't sound boring at all!
What about your parents?
My mom is a lawyer, and...
and my dad is a driving instructor.
Fuck. You don't have to come every week.
- Once a month is plenty. - You call that a welcome?
- Yeah. - I'll have a beer.
- Put it on his tab. - Typical.
Do you have what I asked for? Last time there wasn't enough.
- Relax. It's enough to last three months. - How much?
I swear, I know that guy from somewhere.
Yeah, he's a cokehead.
Leaving that fast, he must have something to hide.
You can be really stupid sometimes. You know that?
"He's hiding something!" I just sold him coke, dumb-ass.
Stop it!
Stop calling me dumb, okay?
Fuck!
Shit.
How long since you got any head?
You know what, let's go and see some girls I know.
But I'm buckling up.
With two weeks to go until the elections,
the UPM Party could lose a number of large cities
in the wake of the invoices scandal.
In Marseille, for instance,
where the incumbent mayor, Robert Taro,
will be standing at the top of a rival list
to that of his deputy, Lucas Barrès, a candidate for the UPM.
The French President has declined to comment on the invoices scandal
while the municipal elections are underway.
The Élysée claims this is to maintain a neutral stance during the campaign.
- When will the new polls be ready? - End of this week. It's looking shaky.
The invoices scandal will sink the UPM.
And Robert Taro will make his big comeback.
- We need to take him out. - That's my plan.
Unless you have a better idea, do as I said.
Mess up his life. His friends, his family... everybody.
Throw him off balance.
How are you?
Julia is coming to have lunch with you.
Osmont found a specialist in Paris. We'll get you an appointment.
Lucas Barrès: I'm thinking of you.
Who's that?
No one.
Rachel Taro: That's kind.
Right.
I'll get going.
Bye, darling.
- Hello? - Yeah, it's Socia.
Wait, I'll put you on loudspeaker.
Go ahead.
I have the info you asked for.
His dad's an ex-con named Pierre Barrès.
When did he get out?
A few months after the mother was locked up.
She's called Claudia... Wait, let me find her name.
Okay, got it.
It's Claudia Marène.
Is that it?
Why? Do you need something else?
No, that's all. Thanks.
The door is wide open.
This is your chance.
There isn't a single café in this fucking city
where the mayor can sit down for a quiet beer.
What's up?
Lucas is the son of Claudia Marène and an ex-con, Pierre Barrès.
How do you know?
I traced Lucas' history. He's lying.
He cooked up a fake life and sold it to us for the last 20 years.
He's good. Nobody found out.
Why did he do it?
That's what I'm wondering.
You should find his father, or mother.
- She's in prison. - Oh, yes.
- When was she transferred? - Five, six years ago.
- You can't visit her. - Of course not.
And the father?
I'll look for him.
Mr. Mayor.
Yes?
We have the latest polls.
Well, we're not doing so badly!
By the end of the week we'll have 17%. Barrès and the FP will have 30% each.
In ten days we'll catch up with Barrès.
The Socialists won't make the second round.
The prize fight will be between the UPM and us.
We'll never gain five points in a week.
Everyone's in charge of their own list.
Focus on markets and public meetings,
in every neighborhood... Belle de Mai, Pharo.
- Will you be there? - Yes, at every single one.
I want to see every flyer, every poster.
Costa, you're the link between the districts and City Hall.
A meeting with every list leader, twice a week.
See you all on Friday. Thank you.
Tell me, what are the big problems at present?
- The city is dirty. - Right, it's dirty.
It's unacceptable.
What I want, if I'm elected,
is to solve Marseille's waste problems once and for all.
Marseille cannot live up to its knees in filth!
- Do we say it now? - No, there aren't enough journalists.
When, then?
- Tomorrow, on Sounding Off. - Okay.
Thank you. One more thing.
If I'm elected, I promise you...
I swear, on everything I hold dear,
that the changes I make
will enrich everything that is pure and true about Marseille.
Go on, André! Turn, turn!
What's this?
Unknown: The boat's loaded.
Not interested... Move it!
Move it, Kassim!
Get the ball out!
- Do you have your present? - Yeah.
Show me.
- Shiny. - Yeah!
For my baby.
Leave us in peace.
Come on, guys!
Milo! Look at him.
That's my nephew, playing like a jackass. Number 9.
He's always on the subs' bench for Olympique Marseille.
And I got him recruited. He wasn't cheap.
Still, I'm friends with the agent so I took commission.
But frankly...
I don't like to bet on people who just sit on the subs' bench.
No, I want you to score.
Look, I fulfilled my side of the deal.
Now you play for me.
If I don't make it, the casino gets built and you'll have another mayor.
- What do you need? - Like we agreed, money and labor.
Baby, give it here.
- Your hair looks pretty like that. - Thanks.
Yeah, Farid. Meet me at the club.
Now.
They're your labor force.
The supporters, too.
I'll brief them.
They'll put up posters, provide security.
And there's more.
The guy I just called.
He'll get you access to the northern districts.
- What's his name? - Farid.
Here, Farid.
Meet my friend.
- You've seen him in the papers. - I don't read the papers.
He's running for mayor, and I want you to help him.
What's in it for me?
He's well connected. I'll let you discuss it.
That's a nice car. I hear your driver is the best.
Yeah, but it's full of dope.
Don't worry. I don't smoke.
I can get the ghetto to vote for you. They'll do what I tell them.
In exchange you pay for some amenities,
so you look generous.
Maybe a boxing club or a basketball court.
You figure it out.
I can do that.
What about Ange? Have you known him long?
He's a thug in a tie!
Just like me, except I have no tie.
- Where did you get the watch? - I bought it. Why?
I just wondered. Want to go on the big wheel?
Shall we tell each other stuff?
Yeah. What kind of thing?
I don't know, where you're from,
what you like to eat, your favorite movie...
Because apart from smoking joints and fucking, I know nothing about you.
Sure you do. We smoke and fuck. What else is there?
Just say it, Julia.
Rich white girls and Arabs don't mix.
- I don't want Éric to see us. - Screw Éric.
No, I care about him.
So, what did you do before you worked for Farid?
- I was a driver. - Yeah? And now?
Freelance. I do as I'm told and I don't ask questions.
Good.
Stick around. I'll need you later.
Yes, Mr. Cosini.
WHO IS CLAUDIA MARÈNE, THE ARLES BANK ROBBER?
Pierre Barrès campaigns to preserve our coastline
Yes.
That bastard! Did you hear?
- Which bastard? - Barrès, on Sounding Off.
What did he say?
- Do you have a TV with replay? - Over there.
This is Sounding Off.
We're joined by Lucas Barrès, Deputy Mayor of Marseille.
The election campaign is in full swing
and you want to talk about Mr. Chasseron.
Yes, if you insist.
This man is Treasurer of the UPM, he regularly covers up fake invoices
and resigns when he sees it backfiring.
Where is Mr. Chasseron today?
He's head of the list in district one, supported by the incumbent mayor.
Talk about morality!
But there's no proof he was aware any overbilling took place.
In June 2009 work was carried out at the UPM's head office in Marseille.
And I know about this because I was against it.
These things were trivial, both very expensive and unnecessary.
The total bill was 23,500 euros, for building work.
Nobody ever saw it, except Mr. Chasseron.
And I have a document...
- A building permit? - Mr. Chasseron's building permit.
To be clear, Mr. Chasseron had his private home renovated
with public money taken directly from State coffers
reserved for the use of political programs.
You expect the people of Marseille to place their trust in this man?
- It's revolting. - But true.
You swindled, you got caught, you pay the consequences.
- This will lose us three points. - No, more like five.
- We could lose because of this. - Yes, we could.
It was always a risk that this might get out.
What can we do?
That's your problem.
- Unbelievable... - If I speak, I'll be agreeing with Lucas.
What you did was indefensible.
"Unbelievable!"
What did you get out of fucking the UPM's madam
in a five-star hotel toilet?
I did it for you.
You wasted your time, my friend.
I give her a week before she resigns.
That's what I wanted.
Who's next on your list? The journalist?
No, he won't go for it.
You should try number two on Taro's list.
Shaima Joste. She's fit, fuckable even.
She's untouchable. I've been trying for years.
Barbara: I fucked up. I slept with Lucas.
Julia: I warned you. You shouldn't have done that!
Vote Lucas Barrès.
I'm not a Communist, I'm not a leftist,
but I'll still fight to help you keep your jobs.
There you go, sir. Vote Lucas Barrès.
We've changed a little since then.
Did you know she was pregnant?
She never told me.
- And you never heard from her since? - I would have told you.
I have something unbelievable to tell you.
I checked all the dates.
Lucas was born June '73 in Châlons-en-Champagne.
- His mom was there. - In prison.
No, she was locked up in September.
- When did she and I get together? - In September, too.
Just before.
So she can't have met any men between September and June.
That's nine months.
Pierre Barrès can't be Lucas' father.
She just asked him to accept him.
You realize what that means?
He's your son.