Alice Odiot

In a world where the economy is no longer at the service of man but the man at the service of the economy, productivity objectives and management methods push employees to the limit. Never diseases, accidents at work have reached such a level.

Can a weapons manufacturer be tried for complicity in war crimes? For a year and a half, Alice Odiot and Sophie Nivelle-Cardinale, winners of the Albert Londres Prize, followed the progress of an investigation that could shake the impunity of the arms industry. The filmmakers captured a secret and unique legal battle in a film constructed like a thriller.

Can a weapons manufacturer be tried for complicity in war crimes? For a year and a half, Alice Odiot and Sophie Nivelle-Cardinale, winners of the Albert Londres Prize, followed the progress of an investigation that could shake the impunity of the arms industry. The filmmakers captured a secret and unique legal battle in a film constructed like a thriller.

Thirty thousand square meters and 2,000 inmates, half of them under 30 years old. The Baumettes jail tells about misery, violence, abandonment, and also hopes. It is a story with its screams and its silences. A concentrate of humanity.

A large metal door that slides open to let in police vans. Men come out, with their stories. Walls, gaols, stone staircases, courtrooms, backstage, tears, cries, glances. The Marseille court is overwhelmed by drug cases. The people on trial there are the managers of an economy of chaos. They are also the small-scale workers in the drugs trade, children who have grown up alone. Below, the port, in the distance, the outlying districts, the boiling city, full of its wounds. And its beauty too.

A large metal door that slides open to let in police vans. Men come out, with their stories. Walls, gaols, stone staircases, courtrooms, backstage, tears, cries, glances. The Marseille court is overwhelmed by drug cases. The people on trial there are the managers of an economy of chaos. They are also the small-scale workers in the drugs trade, children who have grown up alone. Below, the port, in the distance, the outlying districts, the boiling city, full of its wounds. And its beauty too.