Heartbeat Detector Page #3
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- 2007
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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!
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
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.
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
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