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Dad!

Jack!

A golf-cart!

And not a word.

To anyone!

That's the swing that changed

the CEO's destiny.

Mine, too.

I ghosted his book

and got his trust.

and an office on the exec's floor.

Then a 2nd book

with a formula that he liked to use

at his business meals:

"Money is a dog one needn't pat,

"it wants its ball thrown

again and again

"so it can do what's expected

of it indefinitely."

After that I became

indispensable to him.

I got an office beside his

and confidential assignments.

Until the day when...

Everything's fine, Claude.

Go back to the bank with Sieg

and check the rumors.

Total discretion.

Tourneuil. go down with Claude

and come back up.

Yes, Mr. De Suze.

Let's go.

Jack hid his balls cancer.

It offended his virility.

Tumors?

Don't worry,

the rumors will die down.

Dad's resting a few days.

No priest?

Dad, stay in bed.

The chemo's over! I'm fine.

We want you up and about.

I am!

Come back soon, dear Jack.

We need to prepare the future.

And reassure the stockholders.

A new CEO? So let's pick one!

I suggest Marc Tourneuil.

Jack, not Tourneuil.

After you.

he may seem a little bland.

5 years in New York at Goldman Sachs.

5 years in our front line.

I'll be at his side...

Dad's right.

Marc'll be very good.

Specially with the press.

The CEO's crazy.

Tourneuil as head of Phenix!

The CEO's on uppers!

- Then Bertrand?

- Who?

Bertrand de Saint-Robert.

Not that old queen running

the most powerful European bank!

No CEO, plus a power struggle

spells disaster.

The Americans'll move in.

Germans too. It'll be a free-for-all.

Let's take Tourneuil.

And hope the CEO's tumors do the rest.

Bye, gentlemen!

Bye.

Tourneuil screws her?

Her dad wishes he did.

Don't give Phenix to Tourneuil!

Who knows what makes him tick?

He's a good boy.

He'll do what we say.

While Marmande's around,

let's not make waves.

Then what?

We'll bury the pooch with his master.

By then I'll have trained

the CEO we need.

Gentlemen.

Yes, Claude.

Too heavy.

Oh, OK.

Very well.

Very well, Claude.

- Africa's cancelled. I'm needed here.

- Who's going?

No idea.

They post you, then cancel.

No explanation.

And you don't react?

Got a better idea?

Tell them to get lost,

quit, teach. write your books,

not Marmande's.

We'll have a normal life.

I said "a better idea".

If Marmande's dying, they'll fire you.

I don't think that he's dying.

I'd have known from Claude's voice.

She'd cry, if she knows how.

You're dumb.

If you don't react.

they won't respect you.

Who needs their respect!

- What do you want?

- Money.

More?

What for?

To be respected.

Dear friends.

as you can see, I'm fine.

For two decades,

with your help,

I've turned Phenix into one of

the leading European banks.

Today we're going to place

at the head of Phenix

a young and talented man.

Attributes which aren't incompatible.

And I'll back him up.

He'll serve finance and our customers

with respect for the ethical

and political order,

so Phenix is constantly reborn.

Marc,

dear Marc,

it is with emotion that I...

entrust you with the rudder.

If you don't mind.

I'll hold on to the compass.

Here I am, Marc Tourneuil,

CEO of Phenix Bank

thanks to his master's testicles.

I can tell Marmande's game:

he wants

a temporary stand-in.

But why De Suze's gang go along?

Waiting for him to die?

The real question is:

how long do I have?

I've been summoned to De Suze's,

major shareholder.

His mansion's called

"the palace of intrigues

and backstabbers."

Hello, attorney. Why here?

De Suze thought it'd be friendlier.

How are you doing in your CEO's duties?

Have I congratulated you?

Let me do so again.

We took a risk in naming one so young,

but I'm glad.

And don't forget:

a CEO signs checks.

fires people and eats well.

Watch your waistline.

We discussed Jack's situation:

he'll receive his salary for 2 years.

He'll keep his apartment,

his car and chauffeur, for life.

He wants to keep his office

and his right to use the jet.

That office symbolizes authority.

Jack, you'll have a similar office.

As to the jet, when I don't need it,

with pleasure.

We're offering an annual salary

of 1.8 million.

Marmande gets 2.4.

You want a cut-rate CEO?

Dear Marc.

that's exactly what we want for now.

Attorney.

We're considering

a variable bonus system.

If the Phenix shares

top the Euro Stoxx 50,

you get a bonus of 2 million.

If they're 2nd, 1 million.

3rd, 500,000.

Nothing if they're 4th.

In general, they're 4th.

In general, the bonus is 1 million.

You want to innovate, Marc.

Let's innovate.

So innovate.

OK.

Draw up the contracts.

Gentlemen...

Sure of your protg?

He thinks he's really the CEO!

Let's dump him!

It's too late or too soon, Jack.

Evening, sir.

Your in-laws, sir.

I'm sorry, I had a hard day.

No, sit down.

- A CEO is always excused!

- Do sit down.

They were leaving.

Our train is at 9.15 p.m.

Dad wants a chat.

- Of course.

- Next time.

No. Go ahead.

I know of a deal that could bring in

100 000 to 150 000 a year.

- Interesting...

- I'll have the file soon.

By the way, congratulations...

Our local press mentioned it.

That's wonderful!

They're for you.

What about your salary, dear Marc?

Get out!

Screw my salary.

Scram!

You get out!

We're negotiating.

I won't see you out.

I'll go hug Gabriel.

I haven't seen him in a week.

You made me lose.

Put it there.

Thanks, Dad.

"And your salary, dear Marc?"

"And your salary,

"dear Marc?"

You were odious to my parents!

I can do much better.

Was your meeting that bad?

1.8 million. 1/3 less than Marmande.

Unbelievable!

150,000 Euros a month,

ought to be enough.

For you. wealth was long ago.

For me, it's the future.

You're all I need.

Low pay means low respect.

I never thought you'd do so well.

Turned on by the CEO?

No, by you.

Why did they pick me?

For your performances.

No.

Like you, they want to use me.

But you won't let them.

Yes, I will.

I'll take those three.

Two suits of each.

No pleats in the pants.

And not too tight.

I'm keeping you waiting, Mr. Rameur.

Matisse?

You dress?

- What?

- Do you dress left or right?

You're a policeman...

A retired one. But still a policeman.

- What do you expect from me?

- What can you do?

Everything. As long as it's legal.

And if it's illegal?

Everything.

Only the price changes.

I don't need a James Bond,

but someone who knows

how to sift through trashcans.

I'm good at that.

I wanted to know who on the board

was for or against me.

I still felt some passive hostility.

Alfred, a big mouth.

a financial genius,

has presidential aspirations.

hides his ambitions.

Boris, the youngest.

Ambitious, minor talent.

a spiteful tongue.

Ferry...

Too dumb to defy me.

Matthew Malburry.

Anglo-Saxon duplicity.

Claude... Incompetent.

Doesn't like me.

Thinks I benched her Dad.

Raphael Sieg, a friend for 15 years.

Wanted my job.

Virtuous. Good pianist.

We'll reduce

our loans to small businesses.

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