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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.

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