Heartbeat Detector Page #3

My secretary was in it.

Paolini must have told you.

We tackled Dvorjak, Franck,

and even Schubert.

I didn't expect to find

this recording of us.

I haven't heard it for a long time.

The softest....

Music of the angels.

They all ganged up against me....

five, ten of them...

...it tears my body apart!

Stop!

Do you have much contact

with my deputy manager?

Is Karl Rose interested in your work?

He comes to my seminars

occasionally.

Where does his sudden interest

in music come from?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

Come and sit down.

I'm very concerned

about your department.

I'd like to talk to you

about a problem

that's tormenting me.

I'm sorry, I have family commitments.

I'll have to go.

Already?

Yes.

You would leave me here in torment?

I'm sorry, don't mind me.

Go on.

Walter will take you home.

-Good night, sir.

-Good night.

Go on ahead, Tavera.

Make sure we don't have

to wait in line!

You won't go far with that backpack.

You think you're in the AIps!

He wants a day off already!

Wait in line like everyone else!

Take off your sunglasses.

What are you playing at?

We're playing and not playing.

Philippe and I are sh*t.

Call us whatever you want.

He's the boss, our elder.

We owe him respect and obedience.

What's this bullshit?

There were rituals like this

in medieval European universities.

The Middle Ages are over.

Take off your f***ing glasses.

-Back off!

-You're a pain in the ass!

One should never see

the boss's eyes.

Shut up!

Jump, Tavera!

Jump, a**hole!

Stop, Simon! It's dangerous.

I've had it, scumbag boss!

He's gonna jump.

Let him do it.

Hey, shithead!

What the hell are you doing?

Sit the f*** down!

Simon, you want to go out?

What are you on? Are you crazy?

Come on let's go.

Who the hell are you?

What's wrong?

It's Isabelle.

Shut up! I don't know you, b*tch!

Come on, we're leaving!

I don't want anyone to hear!

-What?

-Her voice.

I'm crazy about her voice.

So, what's the problem?

I don't want anyone

to hear Louisa's voice!

All those a**holes watching her!

I'm watching her, too.

But you're blind.

-Have you watched her sing?

-Yes, so?

She's completely naked.

It drives me crazy.

All those a**holes ogling her.

Stop, a**hole!

Mrs. Jst called on the flimsy pretext

that I'd forgotten my lighter.

I couldn't refuse her invitation.

I was completely wrapped up

in the story.

The anger that had surged

through me that night

was soothed by the blue eyes

of the woman talking to me.

As you must have seen,

my husband is not well.

Music is an insurmountable ordeal

for him.

He says he feels pain.

Knives slicing through his body.

That's what he says.

But....

what terrifies me are his eyes.

It's like he's lost control.

I want to show you something.

As I followed her,

the sight of her neck

gave me incredible pleasure.

I resisted.

I could have either kissed her

or bitten her.

He shuts himself

in his study at night.

I hear him pacing around

and talking to himself.

I wanted to take his handgun away

because he says dreadful things

but it's no longer in the drawer.

What a good dog.

What a dear dog.

Saphi.

The other day I caught him here.

He was sleeping on the floor

by our little Alos' crib.

Imagine his big body.

I took his hand.

He let me lead him away.

Mrs. Rose and I were great friends

but he stopped me from seeing her.

I think he's mad at Mr. Rose.

We were very close.

He doesn't think he's sick.

He says it's a plot.

In your profession,

you call it paranoia, don't you?

Unless it really is a plot,

then why won't he talk about it?

Can you help me

to understand my husband?

What could I say?

I promised to stay in contact,

and see her husband

before reaching a conclusion.

She seemed relieved

and watched from the front door

until my car disappeared

around the corner.

I thought we might

move the guy in product supply.

Yeah, that's it, Daragon.

And maybe put him

in product improvement

until Wednesday, or something.

Until he comes back.

I don't know.

I'll call you back.

Isabelle, do you want some coffee?

Shut up! I don't know you, a**hole!

What's wrong?

Let go of me!

-You were at the rave on Saturday?

-Yes.

You were fighting with a girl, right?

What girl?

"Shut up! I don't know you, b*tch!"

Remember?

No.

No, nothing.

I didn't say that to you!

Wait! Tell me....

Yes?

I was just leaving.

Fine.

The business world is unforgiving.

How do you reconcile

"the human factor"

with the company's need

to make money?

How did you cope

with the restructuring process?

I was only indirectly involved.

Don't be so modest.

You played a major role

in the decision-making process.

Yes, I was there.

But you made the project a success.

You were the one behind it.

Thanks to your dynamic

collaboration.

I asked you to refine

the employee evaluation criteria.

You really gave us your all.

We went from 2,500 units to 1,200.

We recovered our shareholders.

It was a huge success!

The quality of the files you presented

was most impressive.

You know exactly

how to define selection criteria

according to the company's needs.

That's your strength, Mr. Kessler.

I've never hesitated to hire

a candidate you put forward.

And I've never had cause to regret it.

Unfortunately,

others have made mistakes

which have caused us

serious financial damage.

It's their loss, too.

Recruitment costs money.

One has to accept

one's responsibilities.

I pay them to choose

the right people.

Today, there's not one alcoholic

left in the factory.

Before restructuring

we created special jobs for them

to be "charitable".

You had no qualms

about laying people off.

They gave us real safety problems

in some areas.

Of course.

You didn't give an inch

when the unions tried to intervene.

You stood your ground.

They didn't know the risk

we were running.

Keeping on sick workers.

AIcoholism is a sickness.

They'd be incapable of responding

to an emergency.

Imagine a vital pump breaking.

You have to react immediately.

There's no room for error.

The workshops are dangerous.

There's gas, hydrogen.

Disaster is always looming.

Safety regulations were ignored.

I've seen "specialists"

handling toxic products

without gloves or masks.

We've got hydrogen sulphide,

nitrogen oxide, phenol.

Take your pick!

And they blame it

on staff shortages.

Crap!

I just couldn't let it go,

for their safety and for ours.

And you were right!

I never noticed you worked

outside office hours.

I'm well aware that Karl Rose

told you to keep an eye on me.

He gave you this task.

He's turning my own people

against me.

Karl Rose has decided

to undermine me.

If he wants to get rid of me

it's because he knows

I've got some extremely serious,

confidential, and compromising

information.

Karl Rose used to be known

as Karl Kraus.

In 1936, Heinrich Himmler

founded the Lebensborn movement,

literally, "source of life",

gathering from shelters

and maternity wards Aryan children,

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