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- Hello? - Hello Mr. Millot? It's Mr. Langlois. Did I wake you?
Not at all...
You came for a job interview last Friday, right?
Yes.
After some consideration, we think you're perfect for the position.
What, is that true?
Can you come by and sign your contract today? Are you free?
Yes, yes! I'll put some trousers on. I'm on my way.
That's what I thought. I woke you up!
- No, no not at all, that's not what I meant to say. - Don't worry.
- I look forward to seeing you Mr. Millot! - OK, Cheers!
Oh, ***, crap!
Hey! Get your act together Mitch!
Mitchy, Mitchy-boy.
Hello Mr. Langlois, it's Mr. Langlois. I'm Michel Millet, Millot, Millet. Oh ***...
Heads up, he's on his way...
Excuse me?
Huh... no nothing. Go ahead, go ahead...
OK, he just spoke to me and I totally managed it, don't worry.
I can hear you.
NO!
Yes, I can hear you and you're talking about me!
Nah, nah.
-OK, I'll deal with this...
So, who are you talking to? There's nobody in the driveway.
I'm the only one here.
Hello, do you have a light, please?
No.
Let's go and have a drink then?
What for?
I don't know. We can go and have a drink, nothing unusual in that!
No! Hey, I don't know you, and I have a meeting, so...
It's because I'm a ginger, isn't it?
Hello
Hello
I have an appointment with Mr.Millot, Langlois... I mean I'm Mr. Millot
He's not here.
How's that?
He's not here.
But no, I was on the phone with him a half an hour ago.
I'm here to sign my job contract.
He's not here.
...because otherwise....
this is what's going to happen!
Everybody will start killing themselves...
But someone is inside the office there.
It's just the TV.
...which is why Michel Millot mustn't be hired...
Hey, they're talking about me on the TV there!
Of course not...
...make the right choice Mr. Langlois! Do not hire Michel Millot!
Oh no!
Oh no! ***!
He's coming to see you.
Hey you!
What were you saying to Mr. Langlois, there?
Who are you?
I am...
THE VISITOR FROM THE FUTURE
That not a name...
Ah yeah, err... it doesn't matter.
I just paid Mr. Langlois a little visit about a case...
a long way off. But he's all yours now.
Mr. Langlois. Hello,
I've come to sign my contract like you asked me to...
Huh? Ah yes... Michel Millot... The position no longer exists, I'm sorry.
What?
The position no longer exists. Budgetary problems, the crisis, all that.
It's because of what I said earlier isn't it?
What I meant to say was I'm going to change my trousers,
not I'm putting on my trousers...
Look, I don't give a damn about your trousers, okay?
I'm the boss. I'm entitled to decide what I want?
So, shut the door on your way out!
You're saying he disappeared, just like that?
Yes.
- And his accomplices? - Gone too...
I spent a week staring at my ceiling.
Then, another week staring at my floor.
At the end of two weeks, I was fed up. I had to go back to the job center...
And that's where I bumped into one of them.
I recognized his hair.
So, the job center?
There were too many people.
There are always too many people at the job center.
Yeah, but I would have had to wait AT LEAST an hour, so...
Ah! ***, do you have to make your appearances in the toilet!
Well it's not my fault; it's the new machine!
It only transports me to places where I've already been.
Yeah, well it seems to me like you've visited Raph's toilets a bit too often.
It's our toilet now!
OK great! Can we get the meeting started, is everybody here?
Judith and Matteo went shopping
for the food that I'm going to prepare and the dishes I'm going to end up washing.
Yes, but they won't be long now, they're really, really close by.
Are you going to kill me?
-Well, of course we are! -No, no, no way!
And that's when you identified them?
Yes. The hair, it was Raph.
...nobody's getting killed. Because otherwise Stella will kill me and...
We were at his place and his girlfriend is called Stella.
If you don't kill him, is he staying to eat or not?
But those guys... they're not too heavy.
Cause there's this redhead. As bad as they come, really violent...
I think she kills people. Really coldblooded.
She always hangs out with a big guy, a really big guy, Matteo.
He always agrees with the redhead.
That's true.
They have a leader called... err...
I think they said but I don't remember.
It's not Bernard...
Hey, shush everybody!
I'm talking!
We can't kill him because we're not ***
and we can't let him go because he might seek revenge and turn into another Lombardi.
Ideally, we should erase his memory.
Ah, do you have a Flashometer?
Like in "Men in Black" you mean?
It's only a film Raph,
A FILM WITH ALIENS! Wouhou!
Well, you have a time-travelling machine on your arm, so err...
You can time-travel?
He knows too much.
So, I'm going to suggest something, but I can't guarantee that it's going to work.
So, either he wakes up with amnesia, or he wakes up really pissed off.
So, is it possible or not?
The problem is not manufacturing a system that erases memory like in the movies,
no, that's pretty easy, even amusing.
The problem is trying to build it using *** materials.
Yeah, *** MATERIALS!
And what am I going to do with this guy? He's going to wake up any minute.
Listen, what do I know. Oh yeah,
why don't you feed him to the zombies and give me a break!
I was in a sort of underground laboratory.
The smell was rank, like we were locked in.
Like trying to breathe from inside a sock.
In any case, the only thing I have to hand is some kind of sedative.
Who... whose there.
I hate when you do that.
Just admit that you're jealous.
At that point, I was convinced that I was dreaming...
...but as I wasn't sure, I decided to split all the same.
-No. -Admit it!
No, I'm not jealous.
Hey, come back here!
Yeah, stylish. But the guy is still making a run for it.
Dear Mr. Millot.
I want to personally apologize for all the inconveniences you've experienced recently.
Don't worry, you weren't bitten by any zombies during your stay in the future.
To stop things from deteriorating between you and my team,
I suggest you come by for drinks and a buffet at Raph's place.
I will explain everything then and who knows... maybe you will agree to work with us?
PS: Raph is still unemployed, much appreciated if you could bring the drinks.
Hello Michel. Can we talk?
And that's what happened.
Don't worry, we don't think you're crazy.
We can even explain what happened, Michel.
Michel, you have been the victim of a second degree temporal remapping.
It changed the course of your life in order to prevent the end of the world.
So the end of the world is set for 2012 !
Well, yes and no.
2012 is the beginning of the end of the world.
Nobody will realize it, because it will start with small disasters.
But a small disaster plus a small disaster plus a small disaster... means?
- Three small disasters. - No.
It means that the Earth will be destroyed in 500 years.
To sum up, the people you ran into to go back in time to save the world.
Except that on the way, they stole your future.
You're not the first, Michel.
So should I have a drink with them or not?
Join them if you want. You could join... us.
Are we talking about *** intercourse?
We're talking about a paid position.
Well! Working for a salary, of course.
When do I start?
Tomorrow at 9am. That OK with you?
9am is tough.
To be quite honest, it's going to be tough.
9:30?
9:40.
9:30
Hell, OK. Are your offices far?
Not geographically. But temporally, yes.
I don't get it, but it's fine by me! What do you call yourselves?
We are...
The Missionaries
By the way, do we have to wait for him to arrive before we can start drinking?
He's bringing the drinks...
Hum... strategic error.
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