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in the security center?

No, they don't go in there.

Won't they suspect something?

Nah, I'll be around.

They don't give a sh*t.

It's every man for himself here.

- Can I smoke?

- No.

Not here,

you'll set off the detector things.

- Where did you find it?

- The toy aisle.

- And this one?

- It's Omar's.

- Sure it's real?

- Yeah.

Don't screw around, okay.

Screw around? Are you serious?

The others screw around

with music and clothes.

It's all bullshit.

We'll put it all back.

And these?

What's after men's clothing?

Dunno, we didn't go there.

Good evening.

How's it going?

Fine, okay.

What's going on?

It's total panic.

I don't really know.

Bombs.

But I don't know where.

Want to come in?

- Where?

- Inside the store.

It's open tonight.

Why?

What are you doing in there?

It's my dad's store.

He said I could invite some friends.

If you're cold...

there's plenty to drink.

- Good wine, if you feel like it.

- Dunno.

What's your name?

Jean-Claude.

Well, Jean-Claude...

I'm waiting for my wife.

Okay, well...

When she arrives, come in.

I'll put a wedge under the door.

Just pull it open.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are the others?

Watching TV.

Are you okay?

F***.

You a**hole.

It's a day of total terror.

You heard the President earlier.

In a short but intense speech.

He speak several times

of the word 'horror'.

He has promised the use

of 'unlimited resources'

he added from the Elyse.

This afternoon near the Louvre...

an explosion started a fire.

- That is now under control.

- Turn it off.

No, hold on.

Wait to see if there are any dead.

Turn it off.

They'll only talk crap.

All nonsense.

We did what we had to.

Don't go on the net

at home tomorrow.

There'll be bullshit comments.

We don't need that.

Hey, the connection's back.

The police say the attack

may be linked to the others,

but was carried out

by different people.

Not much on Facebook.

So get better friends

and turn that sh*t off.

We should've blown up Facebook.

And MEDEF.

Turn around.

Turn around.

I'm ready to die.

After my death, carry out an autopsy

to see if I was mentally deranged.

What do we do?

I dunno.

What time is it?

Quarter past midnight.

Another ten hours to wait.

I'm going to smoke.

I'll be back.

It's wild.

Want to try it?

Excuse me, do you

know what time it is?

No, sorry.

Do you know what happened today?

I'm a bit lost.

I don't know much more.

Several simultaneous bombs, fires...

It seems calmer now.

Some people are overjoyed.

And then you see others crying

they say it's war.

But I think it's over now.

I think they're finished.

Do they know who did it?

Apparently they'll be found.

No one's claimed anything.

Valls says there are serious leads.

But he won't say more.

He just said they

may not be foreign.

But, quite frankly...

Frankly what?

It was bound to happen, right?

I dunno. I guess.

You bet.

It had to happen.

It really had to happen.

And now it has.

Don't move!

Don't move.

I'm security too.

I'll put my gun down and go.

Freeze, I said.

I'm security too.

- F***.

- Move and I'll shoot!

I'm starving!

- Got a euro?

- No, I left them back in my jeans.

Got a euro?

Great job getting to the store room.

I told you I'd make it and I did.

I just had to reach the back stairs.

It was tough.

No, it was easy.

Turn around.

- What?

- Some makeup.

No, cut it out.

Just relax.

Don't move.

My handsome warrior.

And I'm not a warrior?

Your turn next.

You're handsome.

- Got plans tomorrow night?

- Me?

I told my mom I'd be home.

- You?

- Dunno.

Where were you?

Nowhere.

All the doors are locked,

he can't get in.

Stop worrying.

Maybe. But it stresses me out

not knowing where he is.

Maybe he's dead,

maybe he's talking...

What do you mean?

Nonsense.

What time is it?

1:
30.

Not eating?

No.

Not hungry?

Something wrong?

I'm okay, I'm just a bit tired.

Tired, all of a sudden.

To Fred.

And to us!

I don't want any trouble, okay?

No.

We were told we could come in.

It's okay,

she was just surprised to see you.

There's food and drink.

Make sure you're not seen

if you go back out.

You realize what you're doing?

Yes, I know exactly.

They'll eat some food

and we'll never see them again.

Think they'll rat on us?

They're homeless.

What is this?

Are you kidding?

You're totally sick!

Quiet.

Look around, Yacine,

before you get mad like that.

You're a nutjob.

Don't let them

out of your sight, okay?

Only let them go

if someone takes over.

Okay.

Or we shoot them.

Cut it out, you dumb jerk.

What time is it?

David, I'm starting to freak out.

Why? Because of them?

I dunno. No, it's...

It's the idea of going out

tomorrow and seeing it all.

I don't know.

Don't worry, baby.

Come with me.

Look.

This is too big for me.

We're all gonna die.

We're all gonna die.

- We're all gonna die.

- We aren't.

- Yes, we will.

- No.

A cop watched me on the cherry-picker.

Then he left, but he saw everything.

- They'll find us and we'll all die.

- No.

Yes, we're going to die.

HOLED UP IN THE HEART OF PARIS

Andr.

Andr!

Come and see.

No information yet on the

number of terrorists

or their identity.

A crisis meeting is underway

at the Elyse...

- How did this happen?

- Dunno.

- How is it possible?

- No idea.

Don't tell the others.

Why not?

It'll only panic them.

The cops won't just show up.

We might've rigged explosives

or have hostages.

We have to stay calm.

I never set the bomb.

I left the tower before.

Too bad.

- Where're you going?

- The storeroom.

Everything okay, Omar?

Great sound, huh?

Anything on the news?

Yeah. Nothing new.

Wake up.

- I fell asleep.

- Come on, get dressed.

Get dressed.

Get dressed.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing. Nothing.

Want a wedding dress?

- Take one.

- No. I don't care.

Come on.

- What's wrong, David?

- Nothing.

Wait here for me,

I'll be back.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I'll put the rest

on the other side.

- Okay. Need a hand?

- No.

Talk to the others.

We'll use this to negotiate.

Want to get in with me?

No, thanks.

Think we'll get caught?

Impossible.

But I don't give a damn.

- You don't?

- No.

No, I don't.

We did something wild

that no one has done before.

Do you realize?

Nothing will be the same again.

And you know what?

We'll go to paradise.

Not just me, you too.

And all the others.

What're you drinking?

Cognac.

Let me try some.

You know, our history teacher...

She told us this totally crazy story.

During the Iran-Iraq war,

Iran sent children

and old folks

to clear mines.

They sent them out as scouts.

They promised them paradise.

So the kids went to clear the mines.

- Loads were blown up.

- So they're in paradise?

No. No, no, no.

That's not the crazy part.

Just before sending kids,

they sent donkeys.

But the donkeys

refused to move after a while.

So they sent kids instead.

Yeah.

Give me your telephone.

- Who are you calling?

- Forget it.

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