Company boss Bernard Arnault promises to keep 12,200 out of 15,000 employees.
Bernard Arnault has saved nothing, he has saved absolutely nothing!
He bought Boussac Saint-Frères in 1984 just in order to get Christian Dior.
It was not about us at all!
What did Arnault leave behind in Flixecourt? -- Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Has he informed you that he... -- No! No! No!
But 30 years later you would not deny his greatness... -- No!
Since it is... -- No!
Do you have evidence for all your claims?
Since you accuse Arnault of deliberate destruction of a company.
But... -- That is no proceeding about deliberateness, it is reality.
But could you prove it? -- Evidence? Just look at that!
That is your evidence! Voila!
Is that no evidence? Shit!
You are, indeed, going on my nerves.
But you have cut, how many? - 8,000 jobs?
How could you do that without creating enormous problems?
I think the social partners of this enterprise...
-- and that enabled us to make the company profitable again --
...understood in principle...
-- that is one of the biggest changes since the beginning of the decade, too --
...understood that the company has to make money.
The Bible says: "You cannot worship God and at the same time mammon"!
Either you serve your brothers or the dough.
I have chosen my side, I try at least.
Catherine lives in the past, she clings to her old articles:
They accuse the company boss.
That he sold off all factories and destroyed Boussac Saint-Frères:
He destroyed everything, everything except Dior.
He built his luxury empire on this original sin.
He has maybe lied to you a bit... -- A lot.
A lot, a lot, a lot. -- But he hasn't hurt anyone.
Wait. That depends: If it "doesn't hurt anyone"
if you engulf people in misery and if you drive people into suicide
then I agree with you.
With the magazine "Fakir" we prepared for the shareholder assembly.
We had secret meetings.
We had the floor plan of the building, all fire alarms
even those underground. And we had our codes..
"The furs are linied." I repeat: "The furs are..."
We split into sections, every section had a lieutenant.
We had synchronized watches. The day was planned, every minute!
We had an excellent strategy in order to start the social dialog.
The reception at the shareholder assembly was suberb!
My papers ready, I was looking for a good soul,
someone from LVMH who would listen.
But another disappointment was waiting for us:
The enterprise used an absolutely new method,
the shareholders' apartheid.
The small shareholders were sent to a separate hall,
without access to the real Bernard Arnault and without microphones.
But I had to reach the company boss, for family Klur:
Through the huge screens I wanted to soften his heart.
"...to win market shares in the whole world where..."
"...and it is not in a good economic condition..."
Hey, let him speak!
The shareholders democracy proved to be a sporty exercise.
Even a martial art.
That was the farce of a social dialog.
"Democracy! Democracy!"
Immediately, my hope for national reconciliation melted away.
These security guards really frightend me.
Because Bernard "the shark" Squarcini stands for security at LVMH,
Sarkozy's hatchet man.
Apparently, the security department uses a whole floor in the company headquarters.
With Bernard Arnault a new way to make business entered the house:
i.e., wiretapping, monitoring, bugging.
This, for instance, appears as a telefone socket.
There is a cable in the socket of a particular length.
And at the end of the cable you find... a dictaphone!
The -- let's say -- good samaritan is he: behind Squarcini,
a former employee of the inland secret service.
And it was this secret agent who kicked me out at the shareholders'.
What part did we play in the face of these professional spies? Of a few Picard hoodlums?
This afternoon at four...
... Mister Thisorthat comes to see you, security advisor for LVMH.
I cannot be here myself, because... Well, I cannot be here.
They know me, my face... -- Yes, of course.
I brought you copies of our last letter.
I will put them in envelopes and write the names of some known media outlets on them.
And then we tell him: We give you time until Wednesday.
If we do not have a cheque over 30,000 euros by next Wednesday
then we will send that to the media.
Yes, of course, "Canard enchaine", perfect. -- The Canard frightens them, good.
And nowadays "Mediapart" scares them even more.
But how do we prove it?
One more thing: We place hidden cameras in your house.
In this pretty doll...
...there is a microphone. We put her...
You can put that to the side. If it should be moved out, no problem.
And then something else, our secret weapon...
...the micro-cat. -- The micro-cat!
And you never look at these things, okay? Just forget about them.
Yes, I come! -- He will be able to greet, will he?!
Hello, Mister!
It's my honor. -- Sit down.
So you have time until June 31. -- May, May 31!
May. -- Yes... until May 31.
Do you have good news for me...
...before May 31, let's say, May 28 or 29,
then I will burn all that.
But you need to inform me. -- We will contact you.
...with good news! -- You do not want news, you want the cheque!
Once again from the start. Think about it: You do not want good news!
Do you want to start? - No, just go ahead!
If you do not pay I will drive down to Paris.
On Juni 14... or on June 15.
A special day. -- A special day.
I take a bus, or two if necessary, and go to Paris.
I would not be the first time for me to drive down to Paris.
And what about that? -- I keep those. I send it per mail.
Hope. Clapboard, the first!
I don't want that to be circulated!
No, no, no! That stays here, it belongs to us.
We will wait until May 31... -- Show me, who will get it?
To "Fakir", to Jean-Luc Melenchon... -- Yes. Then to "Le Monde".
To "France Inter", to the president. -- Wait, wait.
Not too fast. -- What did you say, France Inter?
Yes, exactly. -- I forgot Hollande.
And, please, give this to Mister Arnault. -- I did not take my glasses.
Why don't you read it. -- Shall I read it to you? -- Yes. -- If that comes to light...!
"Mister, first of all, thank you very much for paying attention to our situation."
And you wrote this when you heard that I come?
Yes, Jeremy, too. -- Okay, go on.
"Our hope is big.
If everything works out, on June 15, instead of causing trouble in Paris,
we will have a barbecue in our garden.
You are welcome to take part, of course."
But... -- What is it?
But the garden barbecue is taking place without "Fakir" and the union CGT.
But no! No, no, no, no.
So that is for me. -- We have no contact to the CGT anymore.
I will ask you a question now that is not connected to what happened earlier.
Are you, i.e., you and him,
able to work in a supermarket called "Carrefour"?
Since the chairman, Bernard Arnault,
-- I will go there tomorrow morning to meet a responsible manager --
Arnault is the majority shareholder of Carrefour, as you know.
I can do something there, at Carrefour.
I am not talking about shares but about an action, about doing something.
Where is the Carrefour? -- In Landrecies, and in Bousies.
Ja, Bousies, and another one is in Solesmes. -- Three Carrefour? -- Yes, exactly.
Where do you want to go? Take your time to think about it. There is no gun at your head.
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