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I have an appointment too.

- I only need 5 minutes.

Will you drive me there? - Sure.

- And your job, is it going well?

- Sure, no problem.

- It's just me.

- You're not going well!

Number 55, please.

Thank you.

- Simon, would you

visit me in the hospital? - Of course.

Very rare, your spontaneous feelings.

See you.

Are you trying to play Don Quichotte?

I don't want to discourage you, but

you won't win by attacking directly.

It often seems to me

as if the law is there,

just to serve Lpidon and his peers.

I know Lpidon since many years.

When I was in the administration,

everybody know about his swindling.

But nobody could act against him.

Charges were withdrawn,

or files disappeared.

- But there are files?

- Yes, but they won't prove anything.

All that compromises him will be gone.

I have a list

of companies that belong to Lpidon,

- ...at which his name never appears.

- What kind of companies?

Mostly real estate firms,

which only buy and sell land.

Two-way inflation pushes prices up.

Of course all profit

lands in Lpidon's pocket.

- Who are the title holders?

- Stooges. - You're right: stooges.

- Could one get at one of them?

- Of course there are.

You're right. If you're out to

get him, that's the right direction.

Wait... I remember one of his people.

A former secretary to the Mayor,

later with the building authority.

What was the name

of that guy? Damn my memory.

Chad, Var? I got it: Barachet!

Emile Barachet, that's his name.

You can't put your finger on it but

when a guy from the building authority

gets into a real estate firm with

Lpidon's blessing, it smells fishy.

But what,

nobody knows. Nothing can be proven.

There's somebody

who could tell you about Barachet.

A former partner

of Lpidon:
Reynald Manecca.

But you can't get at him.

He was convicted in absentia.

To find him... well.

- I have to see Manecca.

- I think he's a prick.

- Listen... - Good evening, Pierre.

Sorry we're late. - OK, bye.

I really

have to see Manecca. It's important.

- For who? - For me. For both of us.

- So where should I dig him up?

You make it look easy.

I don't know where he is.

Sh*t.

- Hallo? - Mado here.

- Yes? - Can I see you?

- Sure. - I'll be right there.

Yes.

Reynald Manecca.

Come in.

Thank you.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

I need information that can be

used against your ex-partner Lpidon.

- What kind of information?

- Any. - In what direction?

About a servant of the building

authority, whom you knew well.

- Barachet? - Yes.

I've learned about shady business

of Barachet. You know about it.

That's right.

So, what can you tell me

about it that's interesting?

Everything I can say

about Barachet is interesting.

But your word is not enough.

I need concrete evidence.

I have what you need.

Photocopies of signature

forgery on 2 building permits.

I have the originals too.

Barachet forged the

Mayor's signature on the documents.

- What do you want for that?

- Money! A lot, that's worth a lot!

Do you know

what that means for Barachet?

Forgery of a deed by a

civil servant. That's a life sentence.

- How much do you want?

- A million and a half.

- That's a lot. - I don't think so.

You think it's expensive, because

you don't know Barachet's situation.

Barachet is more than a stooge.

Thanks to Lpidon

he's manager of a real estate firm.

He owns 35 hectares

which Lpidon bought 5 years ago,

for the agricultural price

of 1 old Franc per square meter.

Now the area is declared residential.

Do you know how much it worth?

20 times as much.

Calculate! That's 7 millions.

Relative to your gain,

I don't think I'm expensive.

I'd like to leave this country

and need money to start again.

Do you accept or not?

- One thing

I don't like about it. - What?

You live in hiding

for months, without income.

Why didn't you press

Barachet directly with that proof?

Barachet has no money, just the land.

My hands are tied,

they're looking for me.

But with my proof

you can chase him of the land.

You and me. We can help each other.

Before the breakup

me and Lpidon did great things.

We made the money

of small savers work for us.

With compound

interest. Illegally of course.

Until it bounced. Of course.

And the police

grabbed me, as the manager.

Lpidon didn't help me out.

Although he could have. But nothing.

You're an art lover.

Look at that beauty.

Sturdy and beautiful.

She can't mean the same thing

to you, but since I know her...

- Empty? I get a new one. - Yes.

- You wouldn't have any Champagne?

- If you like.

I'll open a bottle.

Agreed? Half for the deeds,

the other half when Barachet gives in.

Lpidon! Don't trust him.

I'm a crook, but he's a pig.

A dangerous person,

capable of anything.

So be careful.

To our good luck.

And to your principles!

You're a man of principles.

- So, happy? - Happy?

- With your business. - A yes. Well.

So you still see

Manecca often and in secret.

- But he doesn't pay you? - No.

- What does he have that others don't?

- I don't know, Simon.

- He gave me a watch.

- I can do that, if you want.

But that's not the same.

The first time

he was just a client. Like you.

I didn't feel like it that day.

I was sad, I don't know why.

- He understood right away.

He was... - delicate?

Yes! He tried to cheer me up.

But I just couldn't.

I made up a story about

debts I had to pay right away.

- Then he... - gave you the watch.

Yes.

A jeweler told me it's worth 10,000.

I wanted to give it back

and say that it was all a lie.

He just laughed,

but didn't want the watch back.

Two weeks later he was convicted.

Show me.

He's a good person.

- And those are rare.

- Rare. Good and delicate.

A guy who left wife and kids,

and earned his money by screwing people.

People like you and your friends.

A good person! So much bullshit.

- Hi, Mado. - Hi.

You talk like an angry, old man,

who doesn't know

about people. But you know.

They just leave you cold.

Perhaps I'm a stupid.

But you're the other type.

You're bedazzling in bed, fight about

everything, and you're always right.

You care about your looks.

You want to be admired by everybody.

Poor, rich, young and old.

You like to win at all tables.

But one thing you can't:

love another human being.

- You love yourself too much. - Mado,

are you coming? - Yes, right away.

Bye.

Alright.

The terrain is divided in 4 lots.

2 big ones,

1 of which borders on the river.

29 hectares.

Farther out than both small ones.

On one there's

an abandoned farm. Ideal for Alex.

A good location close to the freeway.

A factory will be built here.

IBM will settle next to the bridge.

The 4 parts are each divided in lots.

Here, here and here. 210 lots.

The area's called Valle de Montr.

We were at the vice-mayor's.

He can't stand Barachet.

He knows all about it.

About Lpidon and the bribes.

He couldn't be stopped.

The wine did help.

I duly poured.

- Getting hot. - He's being taken in.

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