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Sorry, you can't come in. Please wait outside.
Thank you.
Hook him up.
Ready to move him? One, two...
And wait.
Are you OK?
He said he was indestructible. I believed him.
What do the doctors say?
That you shouldn't be here.
Leave us alone, please.
Lucas!
She's just scared.
Is it that serious?
He'll make it,
but he might be intellectually weakened.
Shit.
- What can I do? - Don't tell anyone.
- And give him some time. - Of course I will.
I'll try to delay the Council. It won't be easy.
You don't want his spot anymore?
We still have no news on Robert Taro, said to be in a deep coma.
He was admitted yesterday in critical condition.
His family was with him.
Did you see Mr. Taro?
- Did you speak to him? - Briefly.
- How was he? - What did you talk about?
- The Council's deadline? - Building alliances?
I spent the night in the ER. I want to go home.
What happens if Taro doesn't recover?
You know him.
He's a lion. He'll roar again soon, believe me.
- Please. - Is he getting out soon?
All I can say is he's doing well.
He gave us a little fright, but he's fine.
Are we rolling?
We just got word that...
Even if he recovers, he can't go straight back to work.
In three days, the Council elects a new mayor.
Barrès will try his best.
The Socialists will give him the nine votes he needs.
We certainly won't.
Do we all agree?
We have to discuss it.
There's nothing to discuss.
We need a plan B.
Anticipate defeat, find a new candidate.
Meriem feels a woman mayor for Marseille...
And why not?
You'd rather see Barrès run the city?
Please, ma'am.
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We let the situation deteriorate.
The Right is divided. We use that to win the next election.
And wait six years? Taro's health is a godsend.
His group will never align with us. Duprez's won't either.
That leaves us Barrès.
He'd never betray the UPM!
- No-one thought he'd betray Taro. - Not even Taro.
Their feud has nothing to do with politics.
I bet Barrès would go far for Taro's seat.
Not this far.
Laurent, you haven't budged in ten years.
Don't you think it's time to hit the gas?
Or let someone take over?
Jeanne is right. The odds are in our favor.
Maybe...
It's your choice.
No matter what,
I'll be watching you from Paris.
OK, I'll call Barrès.
First, send out some discreet signals.
Such as?
Use social media to bury Taro.
You'll do a great job.
It's nothing.
Lucas...
It'll be alright, my love.
- We have to vote. - Calm down.
We have to vote!
Lucas...
He'll destroy everything.
He'll destroy everything!
No, don't worry.
It's normal to be confused after such a trauma.
Dad...
Lucas saved your life.
Hi, I'm Julia Taro. I have a meeting with Mr. Bassem Ayoub.
- I'll check. - Thank you.
Julia?
You work here?
In Communications. What about you?
I'm writing an article about the President.
He's receiving the Legion of Honor.
That's great. If I can help in any way...
Look...
I'm sorry about your father.
And...
- I feel really bad about Barrès... - Forget about that.
I was upset he rejected me. I couldn't have known.
Known what?
Nothing.
- I'm really happy to see you. - Me too!
Rubi, this is Julia Taro.
Hi.
- Laetitia, where are the scarves? - Here.
It's for her students. She's a teacher.
I have to go, girls.
- See you later. - Sure.
She's pretty hot.
Exactly.
Laetitia, can Miss Taro go upstairs?
- Yes, go ahead. - OK.
I'll show you the way.
I just saw Monnier.
Diaby Costa's transfer costs 35 million euros?
- Seriously? - He's worth it.
You're losing a fortune on this team.
Its effect on me is priceless.
You're doomed. The company can't cover you forever.
- I worry about you, Dad. - I worry about you too, Driss.
I'd love you to meet someone. I want grandchildren.
You're rambling.
Yes.
Have her wait.
You have an appointment? There's nothing in your agenda!
So what?
Are you saying I need your permission to see people now?
I have investors for the club. They're in the conference room.
- Just listen to their offer. - I told you.
I'm not selling. Is that clear?
Damn it!
How can you be so stubborn?
Excuse me.
Do you know who he's with?
I won't let you drown, even if you are senile.
Driss?
Julia?
Unbelievable!
Didn't you have braces the last time I saw you?
Weren't you fat?
I heard about your dad. How is he?
Not so well.
But you know him. He's a fighter.
Sorry.
Hello?
I know they're waiting.
I'm coming.
What are you up to tonight?
We could grab a drink.
I'm writing about your father. Maybe you could help fill me in?
I'd love to.
Socialist backing would help him.
He'll never deal with the far-right.
It goes against all his beliefs.
They're just fascists to him.
But I can't cover him if he blows it again.
He won't be happy to see you.
I know how to talk to him. Especially in private.
No hard feeling between us, OK?
You know it's part of the game.
Your time is now, Lucas.
Nine votes is nothing. You'll take Marseille.
Turn on the TV. Marciano is burying Taro.
Although we don't share the same values,
I recognize his commitment.
But 20 years is a long time. Very long.
The exercise of power
wears even the best of us down.
Robert Taro has most definitely earned...
He's kissing our asses, isn't he?
We don't need them.
Offer to make Meriem Deputy Mayor. She'll support us.
If Taro dies and even then...
They'll fight over a Plan B
and Marciano and his gang will reap the benefits.
Right. The more traps we set, the more we clear the way.
You'll flirt with anyone, won't you?
If it gets me a date, yes.
No comment, Lucas?
And Duprez?
He hates the far-right.
True.
- Should I set up a meeting? - Good idea.
So Duprez, do you still smoke?
From time to time.
So, it's the same old story.
If I've got this right...
we get along or we play into the far-right's hands.
Aren't you tired of waving that same old red flag?
That's what they're there for.
Besides, their rise was caused by rifts within the left.
Come on, Duprez...
Your elected officials never agree on anything.
I can bring people together. You can't.
Are you done with your speech?
Can we start to talk seriously?
I'm all ears. What do you want?
Deputy Mayor.
Deal. We both knew we'd end up here.
Are you in my dream?
Everything is fine, my love.
Are you in my dream?
No, I'm here with you.
Lucas...
I saw him.
He was in my dream too.
No, he was here. I asked him to leave.
Why?
Because he is toxic for you.
This war must end!
I couldn't bear losing you.
He'll set Marseille on fire.
I saw him.
It's just a nightmare.
Don't worry.
Listen to me.
We've gone through some rough times.
We almost died, but we survived.
We're not going back to our old lives.
You understand?
We can't waste the chance we've been given.
We need to take care of ourselves now.
Please?
It takes determination to get a meeting with you!
Don't you mean ruthless ambition?
- You're mistaken. - Am I?
We've never met.
I know you.
I'm Jeanne Coste.
Do you think we'll get along?
We need nine votes.
The plan is simple. Jeanne?
I want nine delegations for my running mates.
First choices are finance, budget and social affairs.
I'll be Deputy Mayor, obviously.
Obviously. And you?
Don't you want anything?
It's honor enough to sit on the City Council.
I'm still learning.
From who? Marciano?
Good sense of humor.
Yours too, by the way.
So are we done?
Have a nice evening. A pleasure to meet you!
Goodbye, Jeanne.
So? Do you think he'll agree?
I can't believe you're out tomorrow.
God willing.
What will you do outside?
Redeem myself.
Like me and Julia.
Enough with Julia! Leave her alone.
She never answers you anyway.
That will change.
Yeah, right. You almost died for her.
Give me the phone. I need to call.
Fuck off. I'm not done.
What did you say, you little bitch?
Exercise time.
I said, fuck off, I'm not done.
Your little whore, Julia? I have her number.
I'm going to send her dirty texts.
Keep the others back!
Let him go!
What are you doing?
Kiss your release goodbye!
Get up, dirty nigger. You heard me!
Get up!
Move it!
- He didn't do anything! - Stay down!
Keep cool, got it?
Get out of here!
I'm standing in front of the Valmer Clinic
where Mayor Robert Taro was admitted
following a cardiovascular incident.
We are still waiting...
What?
I'm looking at you.
When I see you, I want to make you happy.
I may not succeed...
but I'll do everything I can.
You think I'm lying? Or I'm crazy?
Don't change to please me. It's your life that's at stake.
But I do love you.
I love you too.
We have the Socialists, but Duprez's few followers won't ensure you win.
Let's get Meriem on our side. Offer her Cultural Affairs.
Given her roots, she should be flattered.
She is a terrible choice.
I found it in Taro's personal stash.
It's bad for his health.
So? How did it go with Duprez?
You know what Duprez wants.
The same as you.
No way... I'd be a much better Deputy Mayor.
True, you'd make a fantastic Deputy Mayor.
Taro's camp will hold out until the last minute.
Of course.
- What about the other guy? - You mean Marciano?
Forget it. I can't stand those guys.
You're just like Taro.
Whenever he ran into a far-right guy,
he'd break out in a rash for a week.
What do you know about Jeanne Coste?
Whatever's on social media. She has a top engineering degree,
a master in management, she's a consultant in business strategy...
She joined the Party at 18 and quietly climbed the ladder.
She's a tough cookie. A real ideologist.
On top of that, she's rather pretty.
Sure but I can't.
- You don't want City Hall? - Not at that price.
Then you don't really want it.
How are you holding up?
I'm alright. He'll be happy to see you.
How are you, my friend?
- I'm a mess. - But you're alive!
I was shocked when I heard what happened.
There's no Marseille without you.
It seems like we were 20 just yesterday.
Where did the time go?
You're rambling, Bassem.
I know. My son says the same thing.
- The one who doesn't know soccer? - Maybe he's right. I should retire.
My wife thinks I should.
I saw him when I was dead, you know.
I saw him.
Lucas.
I saw what he would do to Marseille if he were in charge.
I really did.
I saw him.
You wanted to be a fighter pilot.
You wanted to be a private detective.
What do you think I do now? I investigate.
Find out anything juicy on me?
- Not really. - How nice of you.
You criticize everything.
The city is too dirty, the bar isn't trendy,
the wine isn't the right temperature...
Sorry, but it's true!
You've become arrogant.
I've become demanding. It's different.
I can be unpleasant too.
You like money, but you don't like to admit it.
Are you serious?
It's like with your father. Back him, don't bury him.
His team is losing money.
Look, it's real simple.
My father almost died, and he's not out of the woods.
My mom blames politics.
Your father's the same. If he loses his team, he'll die.
Why are you still rotting away in a local newspaper?
I am not rotting away!
I love what I do.
I like the people I work with.
I love my life here, believe it or not.
You're good. You could do much better.
- You read my work? - I glanced over it.
Knowing the other is the golden rule of business.
So, am I a good deal?
I doubt it.
Good morning. How are you?
Good morning.
- The usual? - Yes, please.
- Tell me, Lucas... - Yes?
What if Taro doesn't come back?
I'm here. You know me. I won't let you down.
You make lots of promises.
Me and my kid, we're still waiting on your low-income housing.
- I know. - Your Mayor promised!
Inner city security was another promise.
I know. Taro did nothing.
Unhealthy, unsafe...
What would you do about it, as Mayor?
Nothing. He wouldn't do anything.
The far-right is our only hope.
Have you seen Toulon?
They let slum owners take over.
You want that here?
At least they call a spade a spade. And they act! Not like you.
I never promised I'd get everything done.
If they win, I guarantee it'll be worse than before.
Hang on...
This isn't food.
Miss, please do me a favor.
Bring me a nice big steak, rare,
with French fries.
Give her money. Rachel didn't leave me any.
I'll take care of it. Miss?
A big steak, very rare.
If you want to go home, this is what you eat.
OK, give me your phone and plug in the TV.
I'll plug in the TV. Talk to Rachel about the phone.
I can't swallow this.
The election is tomorrow,
but one question still remains.
Will Robert Taro attend the Council?
I'm not the best person to answer that question.
Despite our differing views on many issues,
in my honest opinion
and with all due respect,
I think it's time for him,
and for Marseille, to move on
and choose a new path.
- With you? - Of course.
Which majority will you govern with?
I plan to bring together
all well-meaning men and women
who place their love for Marseille above all.
Specifically what coalition?
Look at him! Look at this guy with his smile!
He reeks of dirty tricks from a mile away!
- What's going on? - No idea.
Barrès will betray me again!
But I won't let him.
I won't let him.
I won't let him mess up Marseille. Give me your phone!
I want you to calm down.
Open your eyes, for God's sake!
What a mess!
Costabone?
Costabone? I want to see you.
Not at the clinic. Come to the house in an hour.
- Here. I want my clothes! - I'm getting them.
- This is bullshit! - Robert, I'm begging you.
It'll be fine. It'll be just fine.
I'm happy you're leaving, of course.
But I'm pissed about staying here alone.
- Take care of yourself. - I will.
- I'll pray for you, bro. - Yeah.
I'm in front of Taro's house.
I'm waiting to see if his wife...
Robert, you can speak to the press now.
He's not going anywhere!
No City Hall, no Council meeting. Is that clear?
Barrès questioned Duprez about us.
But he would never turn to the far-right.
He will. I can feel it. I know it!
Calm down. You'll upset your heart rate.
How can I calm down?
You want to die over this? Is that it?
Marseille is in a flurry. Robert Taro
has suddenly left the clinic
and gone home. Will Robert Taro...
You'll lose everything,
starting with your wife.
She knows I have no choice.
We are in front of Robert Taro's home. He has left the clinic.
There she is now. Mrs. Taro?
- How is your husband? - He left the clinic?
Will he go to the Council meeting?
I'm only here to make a statement.
You probably think the feud between Robert Taro and Lucas Barrès
is political or ideological. This isn't the case.
It's based on a secret that's destroying everything.
A family secret.
Robert Taro is Lucas Barrès' biological father.
That's the truth.
When did they find out? Who is Barrès' mother?
Please, for the La Provence daily...
Mrs. Taro!
It appears that Lucas Barrès is Robert Taro's secret son.
Why did Rachel Taro reveal this secret now,
on the eve of a major political event that will shape the future?
How could you?
I won't stand by and watch you die.
I'll never forgive you.
I know.
Rachel Taro just made an earth-shattering revelation.
Lucas Barrès is allegedly Robert Taro's biological son.
Whatever is behind this family mystery,
a political earthquake has just hit Marseille.
The day before the City Council elects a Mayor,
this media bomb may affect the results.
I can't reach you. Call me ASAP. It's urgent!
What do we do? We need to decide now.
What's your next move?
You had no right to do this!
It's not your story.
It isn't?
Is it only yours?
I wanted Lucas to be part of the family
and you refused.
- OK, blame me if it makes you happy... - Fine. I will.
Dad.
You have to react, before it blows up.
OK?
You have to tell the truth.
You didn't know about Lucas.
You only found out recently.
Please!
Do it for Lucas.
Do it for me, please.
Lucas Barrès, perhaps caught off guard by the news,
has no communication strategy.
This is suicidal just before the city council meets.
This type of situation may likely play into the opposition's hands.
Although the city council meets in a few hours to elect Marseille's mayor,
neither of the two men has broken the silence.
Our reporters have tried to contact them, but neither has responded.
What are you doing here?
Sorry to stop by so late, but...
We don't know each other, and I know you want to be alone.
But Taro could have made a comment and legitimized you.
He could have defended you. He didn't.
And he won't. Not ever.
He won't help you, nor will anyone else.
So you have a choice.
Feel sorry for yourself,
or use your anger to your advantage.
I also know
what it's like to be abandoned by one's father.
Good for you.
Peace be upon you.
And upon you, peace.
Our sources say
Barrès is determined to win the election.
Nobody knows with whose support he intends to win.
But he certainly won't get a vote from Taro,
whose attendance at this meeting is far from confirmed.
Where are you? They say you're not coming.
God is great.
There is no God but God Muhammad is the messenger of God.
Peace be upon you.
How will you obtain a majority?
Not now. I'll answer questions after the vote.
Have you talked to Taro?
Lucas.
- Julia, this isn't the right time. - Come with me.
My mother's actions are unforgivable.
But she wanted to hurt my father, not you.
Sorry. Our father.
It feels weird to me too.
Give him time. He'll get used to the idea of sharing.
He doesn't want to share.
- He's always treated you as his son! - I waited all night for his call.
He didn't budge. Neither did you.
Alright.
I should have. But I'm here now.
- I won't let you down. - I know.
And it really means a lot to me.
But he has to make the first move.
I have to go.
You're both pathetic! Incompetent!
Get out, you fascists!
No, that's not true!
And you know it!
A few days ago, I died.
My heart stopped for three minutes.
I didn't see any tunnel
or any bright white light.
All I saw
was my city.
My beautiful Marseille.
She brought me back to life.
If I'm here tonight, it's for her.
Lucas...
I was prepared to give you the keys and support you.
I would even have called for a vote in your favor.
But you're unworthy.
You lack the strength and experience.
Is that so?
What exactly have you done in 20 years?
I'm just asking.
What have you achieved in the areas of social affairs or education?
Look at our inner city and schools.
There's your answer.
You embody the past, Mr. Taro.
Your present offers no future.
And I can assure you,
it's high time for Marseille to enter the 21st century!
Hear, hear!
You may win in the end.
But your term
will be marred by shame
and violence and blood.
Please, don't reverse the roles.
You're the one who leaned over my crib.
You know I'm right.
I never knew about your birth.
Of course you didn't.
So, it's a coincidence you took me under your wing?
Is it also a coincidence
that you appointed me Deputy Mayor?
I considered you my son.
Your fatherly instinct is touching but you're too late.
You know,
I spent my entire childhood
waiting...
Waiting for your recognition.
Marseille gave me hers instead.
Marseille made me the man I am today.
You rejected me once, a long time ago.
You're doing it again.
Worse, you accuse me of betraying you!
Though I love Marseille as much as you.
You think Marseille belongs to you, whilst I consider myself indebted to her.
Your priority
is to make Marseille France's second capital.
My priority
is to guarantee our children
a better education and a brighter future,
and to make our inner city safe.
Bravo!
To tell the truth,
we could have achieved this together.
You made that impossible.
You did that.
Your pride
has blinded you for way too long.
Today, Robert Taro,
your reign is over.
Today.
I suggest
that we vote.
Robert Taro, 37 votes.
Lucas Barrès, 53 votes.
Lucas Barrès is the new mayor.
Bravo!
Mayor Barrès.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Silence, please.
Now I'd like to appoint the Deputy Mayor.
Or rather, the Deputy Mayoress.
I hereby appoint Jeanne Coste.
This is outrageous!
Shame on you!
We don't want the far-right
in our city's government!
We shall resist!
Thank you, your Honor.