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[upbeat electronic music playing]

[music intensifies]

[horn blowing]

Ooh la la!

NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE COUNTER-TERRORISM AGENCY

It's your man, Scorpex!

You said the guy no longer makes music. Isn't he making music here?

- He's not making music. - Yes, he is. He's turning the tables.

- You don't turn tables. - Yes, he is.

You don't turn tables. You're mixing as a DJ.

He's using turntables to play records.

- [man] His records? - Yes. No. Other people's records, usually.

Hang on. We're watching him play someone else's music here?

Come on. You know what a DJ does, right? The only thing that counts is

how well he transitions from one track to the next.

- That's what a good DJ's all about. - [Scorpex] Oh yeah!

- [woman] It's like you don't understand. - No.

- You have to explain it. That's all. - I've been explaining for an hour.

- You've been to a wedding. - Of course.

- But I didn't know DJs... - Are you ready to dance?

The music's starting.

On the dance floor. Bam.

Transition. DJ. Period.

And that pays well?

Yeah, well, it all depends. It… it varies, yeah?

- On what? - Well, on how popular the DJ is.

- Whoo-hoo! - How do you quantify that?

Well, you quantify it by the success of his records.

The records he's playing?

No! The record he's made! His own music.

But are his records successful? Are they selling well?

- Selling… do you mean his own records? - Yeah.

Well, he had a huge hit 15 years ago called "X-Love."

He made shitloads of money and since then, nada!

- Who's that? Scorpex! - [woman] Creative block.

He's going through a rough spell right now. As in a rough, rough spell.

- As you can tell, he's pretty ripe. - Ah!

- Yeah, he's perfect. - That's what I told you.

[breakbeat music playing]

[Scorpex] Oh, whoa!

- Excuse me. - [man] Hey!

- [woman] Hey. - Excuse me, fashionistas.

Come on, move aside please. Thank you.

- [man 2] What's his problem? - [Scorpex] Thank you.

- [woman 2] Yeah, I love it. - Excuse me?

I'm spinning.

[woman 3] Who are you?

I'm spinning.

[woman 3] Who are you?

- Sir, what's your name, please? - It's me.

Scorp…

- Scorpex. - [woman 3] Scorpex. Scorpex.

- Scorpex. I'm here to mix, it's me. - Scorpex?

Um. Score-pex.

- Come on. - [woman 4] Are you on the list?

- He's one of the artists. Let him through. - That's right. He's an artist.

- Let him in please. Excuse me. - Why him?

- [techno music playing] - What's your name, young man?

- Harvey. - Harvey, look. Here.

See this pass?

It says, "All Access Area," and it's mine now.

Come on.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- [techno music continues] - [crowd cheering]

All right!

Not bad, your little soirée!

[music continues in the background]

- Uh… Hang on. - No. Sir.

Scorpex calling Cookie. Scorpex calling Cookie.

- [Cookie] Hey, Luis! Yeah, it's me. - What's up, dude?

Your event's massive. You need to pay me double or I can't play here.

- Come on, it's tiny. - Yeah, right, sure it is.

[music continues in the background]

You gotta be kidding me.

[sighs]

[intriguing music playing]

Oh wow.

[intriguing music continues]

[gong ringing]

- [door opens] - Fuck!

Why can't I meditate in peace?

I have to start over. Fuck!

[techno music playing]

Move aside, please.

[crowd cheering]

Look, Cookie is going to ask Damokless to keep on playing.

And since she's a phony

who pre-records her sets and doesn't know how to mix, she'll say no.

Watch.

There you go.

Out of my way.

Appreciate it.

[Cookie] Harvey for Cookie. Where are you?

[Harvey] I'm here. Sorry.

But I looked for him everywhere. I have no idea where he is.

This can't happen.

[Harvey] All the doors look the same. No names.

- [Cookie] That's so messed up. - Where's Vestax?

On his way. Okay? Scorpex is here, he can fill in. Hmm?

Luis. Luis, please.

- Yeah. - Luis, do you mind taking over the decks?

Are you serious?

- Yes, very serious. Luis, please. - [woman] We want music!

- Who are the two freaks there? - The big bosses.

Big bosses from Van Straat.

That's Tabitha Jenkins, the superstar designer.

- Okay. - And that's Capitani next to her.

The Executive Director, please.

- Ah. - Luis, please. Huh? Do it for me, come on.

- Um. - Do it, please.

- Fine. - All right, Luis!

- Yeah, okay. - All right, thanks.

[man shouts] Vestax!

And you are?

- The little prince of electro, the legend… - Yes. Scorpex.

The legend?

Stupendo.

[in Italian] I don't know about fabulous, but I can do something for you.

[scoffs]

[crowd booing]

["X-Love" by Scorpex playing]

[music intensifies]

[crowd cheering]

["X-Love" continues]

[song stops abruptly]

[crowd booing]

[electronic beeping]

- [dramatic whoosh] - [crowd cheers]

[chilled music playing]

- [siren wailing] - [helicopter whirring]

[tires screech]

[crowd cheers]

[crackling]

[alarm blaring]

[crowd cheering]

[applauding]

[continues cheering]

[Vestax] Wow, you're crazy. Calm down, calm down.

Before we begin, I'd like to give some respect

to those who paved the way for us.

Without them, we wouldn't be here today.

Please make some noise for the Godfather of French Touch, Scorpex!

[low cheers and applause]

Much love, much love, respect forever!

Right, now let's get this party started.

Let's go!

[electronic music playing]

- [cheering] - [Vestax] Drop the beat!

[music intensifies]

Give me some X! Let's go!

[crowd cheers]

[music continues]

[funky electronic music playing]

[woman] Hello!

- Toni, what are you doing here? - You forgot I was coming?

No, no, no, but are you…

Are you staying?

- I'm mixing at an art show tonight. - But your mother knows?

I need advance notice to come home now?

That's not what I meant, but…

- I wasn't going to miss the comeback. - What comeback?

- Your comeback, Luis. - [funky music playing]

[chuckles] There's no comeback, dear. Scorpex's right here, as always. Comeback.

[Toni] Hey, come on. My father's spinning for the hippest brand.

Well, I mean, yeah, whatever.

And what was the deal with Vestax?

What?

The way he interrupted your set.

[Luis] Oh. No, no. Hang on.

No, he didn't interrupt my set at all. Are you joking?

- Nobody interrupts my set. - [Toni] Mm-hmm.

Anyway, the guy didn't exactly reinvent the wheel. "Vestax," for starters.

Whoa, Luis. Watch your ego.

As soon as something works, you invented it?

It's not about ego. You wanna copy me? Then copy me, and own it!

You gotta give credit where credit is due.

[whistles]

Wait, what did you call me?

You don't call me Dad anymore?

Chill, Luis is your name. It's not an insult, okay?

[music continues]

You said you're playing where? Some kind of art show?

[Toni] For this gig, they call it soundscaping.

But yeah, I'll be spinning my own tracks.

So you're a DJ now. Okay. What about painting?

[whistles] That's gone?

No, I'm a painter, slash DJ, slash model, slash...

- [sighs] - …environmental activist.

I'm a holistic, uh, artist.

Slash I can't make up my mind, but I love to show off.

What is it with your impulsive need to always touch everything?

Just leave this here. Great. It's for your eyes, not your fingers.

- What is this, the Scorpex museum? - As you wish.

So, you know of Van Straat?

Well, the real question is, do you?

- Are you kidding me? [chuckles] Seriously? - That show will be a banger.

- You don't say. - With Tabitha Jenkins as designer.

Tabitha Jenkins. I know her very well.

- She's so dope. - So dope.

You should've seen her during my set, she was like, "Oh, Scorpex, Scorpex!"

I was like, "Whoa. Hey, relax, Tabitha."

- She's not my style, actually. - Mmm.

Anyway. I'm glad you're here after all.

[techno music playing]

And, uh, Vestax how are the sales?

He does okay in streams.

But on wax… [whistles] selling like hotcakes.

I'm sorry, excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you,

but I just wanted to tell you that I love you.

Thank you so much. Actually, your music really changed my life, Luis.

Thanks, but it's Scorpex.

- It means a lot. Thank you so much. - Scorpex.

It... It's strange to see you for real, I…

You probably hear this a lot...

- One euro? - I listened to all your records.

- It's crazy to meet you. - One euro?

I mean, one euro.

Uh, this is a Japanese edition, there's like only 500 pressed.

- You're not making money, bro. - Listen, pal.

Your edition could be coming from Mars. No one's buying it.

No one's buying it because you put it in the crap crate.

Put it up there, bump up the price. You'll see...

No, this is for new releases only. The hot stuff.

- [Luis] This is hot stuff too. - [man] It's not a new release.

- New release... - Hey, I'll buy it. I want it.

I love it, so I… there you go.

Yep.

- [door opens] - [man] Who's that girl?

[door closes]

Wait, um… do I know you?

- Let's talk about Vestax. - Vestax?

Oh! Fuck!

- Hey! Oh! - [car door slams]

- Take it easy, take it easy, whoa! - Rose Espino.

National intelligence specialized in drug trafficking.

Hey, drugs, me? Not at all! No, really. You're barking up the wrong tree.

I've been clean for a very, long time, I...

- Excuse me. - [man] Stay here.

- [intriguing music playing] - What comes to mind when I say Vestax?

Vestax, uh, is… Listen, Vestax is a little prick. [chuckles]

I won't lie to you, I mean, he's a... And I'm not the only one who thinks so.

He's implicated in a highly sensitive case.

Serious narcotics stuff.

I'm not surprised. Not at all.

So here's my offer.

You help us catch him,

and then the coast will be clear for your comeback.

Wait, what comeback? There's no comeback.

Uh… I've never left.

It's just I won't get outta bed for… for less than 100K.

- I play less, but it's a choice. - I'm sorry. Do you have a better offer?

You're in the one-euro crate. Nobody wants you.

[scoffs]

Anyway, you have an NFTL.

NFTL?

- A Notice of Federal Tax Lien. - But what are you… A tax lien?

We'll freeze your accounts, seize your apartment.

- You owe 500,000 in taxes. - Five hundred thousand.

That's two, three DJ sets in Dubai. No sweat. I'm not gonna...

[chuckles] Right, DJ sets in Dubai.

Do you mean those five minutes where you played before Vestax,

then got thrown offstage? Is that it?

- Not thrown off. Scene direction. - [Rose] Okay, listen, Luis.

You assist us and I'll ask my colleagues to forget about your tax lien.

Hmm?

You take your time to think about it.

You have until tomorrow morning.

- [car door slams] - [tires screech]

[drums playing]

[Toni] Yeah, that's the deal with art incubators.

It's not always amazing, but we try, we search.

Right. Those who seek are always found,

but those who find are always sought.

- Mmm. My friend from I Heart Planet. - Isn't that a song?

Please behave.

Because they're not huge fans of, uh… white alpha males, you know?

What? Me, white?

[chuckles] How are you?

- [friend] What do you think? - Incredible.

Yeah, it's amazing, really.

- Toni. - [Toni] Incredible.

- Ah. - [man] Good evening.

So for tonight, the aim…

is for your soundscape to not distract from the work.

It should serve as an audio canvas for each of the displays.

- Wow. - That's exactly what I was thinking too.

A soundscape that symbolizes the city's randomness.

Exactly, that's perfect.

- I love what she just said. - [man] Yes.

- Yeah. That's my daughter. - So. Uh...

- Hmm. I'll let you set up the decks, okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

[drums stop]

Uh… your friend is a little weird. I thought he was gonna bite us.

- Can I help? - No, I got it.

Hey, you should turn off the filter or...

- No, thank you. - Okay.

Whatever.

- [chilled music playing] - [sighs]

Hey, maybe it's not your kind of event,

but for me, it's a huge opportunity.

Oh, sure. I can see that this is huge. The place is huge, at least.

Plus, tonight, Tabitha's looking for models for her show.

You think I have a shot?

Tabitha?

[loud vocalizing]

[bubbling]

[all cheer and applaud]

Whoa.

- Great! - Amazing.

- What's Tabitha doing here? - [Toni] She's the jury.

She is so dope.

Yes, she's what they call a holistic artist.

As my daughter… would say.

[Toni] Mmm.

- Oh, she's coming. Don't talk. - [Luis] Okay.

- This is, uh, Toni, our sound designer. - Hi.

- Not just that. - Delighted.

She's also a model, an actress, she composes the songs, she even does...

You wrote the music?

Yeah, I wrote it.

- Yep. She did. - [Tabitha] Hmm.

- Love it. - [Toni] Thank you.

And you and I have already met.

- Hmm? - Well, yes.

- Scorpex. - What's your name?

It's Scorpex. Oh, I'm sorry.

- Toni. - Right.

Toni.

You had to make it about you. Let me talk.

No, not making it about me. I'm just polite. It's the least I can do.

- You should enjoy it. - So annoying.

[footsteps approaching]

I'm sorry, but where are you going with this please?

Sir?

No, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. Sir?

Sir? I'm sorry. Where are you taking this? Hey!

Tell me what's going on?

- [man] Mr. Luis Joquet? - That's me.

Damien Marlowe. Court bailiff.

Careful, it's fragile.

Oh. I see.

That little shit.

[clattering]

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

[intriguing music playing]

- [Luis] What's the deal with my furniture? - Ah, Luis.

I know.

- What the... know what? - I know, I know.

[sighs] Don't worry. I'll handle it personally.

Yes, that'd be nice. Thanks.

Luis. What I'm about to tell you is highly confidential.

So none of it leaves this room. No one can know. It's clear?

Really? That's what it means, something's confidential?

[Rose] Listen.

Vestax, your favorite person, owes his career to a criminal gang.

They finance everything.

His music videos, his PR. They even hired his ghost producers.

Some guys who write his music for him, apparently.

Not surprised.

Anyway, when you have no talent and you're butt-ugly, yeah, you need help, otherwise…

He's fascinated with organized crime.

Two years ago, he DJed at a wedding in Rotterdam.

The groom was Nicolas Tadić, the gang's number two.

He's the son of a diplomat, loves techno, and goes by the name Molotov.

He's the gang's enforcer, and a total nutjob.

But he's not our target. Our target is this guy.

Dricus Mascarilla.

- [Luis] Dricus? - He's the gang's mastermind. The big boss.

We lost track of him after he had a facial reconstruction surgery,

following a poisoning attempt

which left his entire body riddled with gnarly scars. Check it out.

Oh wow.

[Rose] With this new identity, he's been trying to build back up

by investing in legal businesses,

such as fashion.

- Van Straat. - [Rose] That's right.

The gang uses the same methods as the Mexican cartels

to manufacture synthetic designer drugs.

Their bestseller's called Angel Rocket.

A mix of ecstasy, cocaine, and Viagra.

You get a boner, you're up, and you wanna fuck. Sounds amazing.

No, it's not amazing at all. It's incredibly addictive.

People die. It's awful.

If you take too much. Not if you take a little.

Wait, are you a narc, or are you like a…

A what?

A secret agent?

- We don't say secret agent. - [Luis] Of course not.

And what's that?

That's the name of the operation. Operation…

- BPM? - Yeah.

You came up with that?

Well, yeah. It's beats per minute.

Yeah, I know. I'm a DJ.

- [chuckles] - Yeah. But it sucks balls.

I'll find something better.

- I'm good with titles. - Ah.

Listen to this.

Operation Banger.

Mmm. BPM.

We know these guys spend a lot of time in clubs.

- Banger. - And hang out with Vestax.

Vestax is a big fan of yours.

We suspect he picked his name as a tribute to Scorpex.

- Ah, finally. - Yeah.

No. Nothing to "suspect." He literally copied the name, and he copied the X.

- Exactly... - He copied me from start to finish...

That's why you're gonna become his best friend. In order to identify Dricus.

You get my drift?

[bubbling]

[electronic music playing]

[clears throat]

Whoa!

[Luis] Yo, yo, what's up in the lab?

Oh, the OG!

- [Luis] You good? - You came for inspiration?

- [Luis] Hey. Scorpex. - Elliot.

- Sup? Are you spying? - Ha, well, kind of.

Yeah, you could say that. Come on, we need to talk about your show.

Like, that crazy set design you came up with, what was that?

You liked it?

- Seriously? Yeah, you blew my mind, dude. - Yeah. You know.

Whoever your creative director is, I'm poaching him.

You're looking at him.

- Get out. You did everything yourself? - I do everything. I can't delegate.

- And thanks for covering for me. - [Luis] What?

- Oh, that was nothing. I was happy to. - Thanks.

I owe you one.

Happy to help out, you know.

- I owe you one for real. - It's good. What is it? Your next album?

No, it's the music for the Van Straat show.

Actually, tell me what you think. I don't know anymore.

I'm working all the time. It's like… non-stop.

I'm the same, I get it.

And be honest, okay? Don't be a yes-man. Keep it real please.

- And I love the way you use the bass. - Yeah?

- It's pumping, hey? - But if you don't mind me saying…

[vocalizes]

There's something a little wonky here,

like the hi-hats are out of sync, actually. Take 'em out.

Keep it kick, snare, kick, snare. You'll see. Try it.

- Elliot. Mute the hi-hats. - Elliot?

[vocalizing]

On the house.

- Play it. - That's what I'm talking about.

Add more reverb to the vocals. Three, two, one, and drop. Let's go!

- Whoo-hoo! - Man, they're gonna flip!

We'll have them in the palm of our hands for Fashion Week.

- You're coming, right? - Yeah, I'm so down, bro.

Hot models, celebrities in the front row, and me on stage in the middle, boom,

- Vestax! - Yeah.

Everyone screaming, "Vestax! Vestax! Vestax!"

"Enough, I'm blushing! Stop it, stop screaming my name like that."

- Okay, okay. - "We love you, Vestax!"

"Vestax! Vestax! Look at the models. Don't look at me. I'm just a DJ!"

That's yours.

Ooh! Your number one fan, Vestax. Wow, that's something.

I'm done with electro, that's it.

- I need to think bigger. - Right.

Fashion, cinema.

Yeah, of course.

- That's me, though. No offense. - Don't worry, none taken.

No, don't worry. I'm the same.

Me, nowadays, I'm all about being a holistic artist, you know?

Slash, slash, slash.

[coughing]

Strong shit.

[alarm blaring]

Oh, fuck!

[Luis] Oh. Are you kidding me?

- [Vestax] Shit! I can't do this, no way! - Goddamn sprinkler system!

- Hey, wait, wait. - What?

Hey, listen!

- [alarm continues] - [electronic music playing]

Hear that?

How cool it sounds with the alarm?

Yeah, it's true. Oh, yeah… yeah.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, this is fire!

Yeah, yeah.

[vocalizing]

[house music playing]

- You dig mezcal? - [Luis] What?

- Yeah, mezcal. You dig mezcal? - Love it.

Salud.

[both grunt]

[music continues]

You want another one?

- No, I'm good. - Okay, all right.

- Molo! - Hey.

- How you doing? Fine, and you? - How are you? Huh?

[speaking Serbian]

[in English] All good? Come with us.

- Who's that? What's his name? - [Vestax] Scorpex.

Luis!

Come! Come, come! Yeah, yeah. Always.

How's it going? And what were you up to?

Right.

- Scorpex. - [Molotov] Vestax, is he a friend?

- Yeah, I mean… I guess, yeah. - [Molotov] Pass the drippy drop.

[house music continues]

No. No, I'm good. I'll have some later.

What's with the shitty music, huh?

That's Exta. Want me to handle it?

- Yeah. - [Luis] I got it, don't worry.

[Molotov] Go, go.

Who's that loser?

Hey, sorry, sorry.

- Hey, Exta. How you doing? - Luis!

- Good? - Captain.

Hey, I'm hanging with a bunch of goons over there.

One of them's convinced you banged his sister.

- Where? - The bald one who looks like Gru.

Blonde hair with an accent, a tattoo on her ass. Sound familiar?

A tattoo… wait.

Ah, a '"carpe diem?" A '"carpe diem" on her ass?

I don't know the details. But I swear he's a bad dude.

He's talking about cracking your head open. You better hide in the john.

- Don't worry, that's what security's for. - Dude, I'm serious.

Let me tell you what this guy did.

So, move it.

Get him out of there!

Don't worry. Go, go, go. Go have a smoke. Okay.

[music stops]

[uptempo music playing]

[men yelling]

[clamoring]

DJ!

- It's savage. - Yeah, it's not bad, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, it's pretty basic, but he does it well.

Hey. It's tight!

Like, uh, Italo, Greco, disco, techno, with a touch of Mexican!

- Raw, raw. - Listen to this. Listen, listen.

[techno song mixes in]

[all cheering]

Yo! It's tight!

[all chanting]

[Luis] So there I was, in the meatpacking district.

[Vestax] The Mix?

[Luis] Some shady club. Not the Mix. Somewhere way before that. Anyway…

I'm DJing a party for some brand,

and all of a sudden, this guy steps in and is a douchebag on the dance floor,

which was mostly filled with chicks. Tons of chicks!

He takes off his hood. Guess who? It's fucking Kanye West.

- And he starts going, "Scorpex, Scor…" - Yeah.

I mean, I hear, "Scorpex, Scorpex."

Next thing you know, he's in the DJ booth and bowing down to me.

"Oh, I love your shit. Next Fashion Week, we're gonna do something together!"

Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla. I said tutto bene, brother.

We pound it out. All good. Our agents get in touch.

Three days later, he's on TV wearing a bulletproof vest, running for president.

- Game over. - Classic Kanye.

You love to name-drop, but you're full of shit, dude.

No, it's all true, bro. I snapped a photo. It's on my Instagram. You can check.

The guy was definitely Kanye West.

You can't really tell because his head's down, but I swear it's true.

[all laugh]

Same here, during Fashion Week at Le Baron,

we're all chilling and Travis Scott shows up...

Hey, shut up. Blind test a la casa, guys.

[cheers]

- Yeah! - Oh, yeah! I crush at blind test.

Well, they have special rules.

- You got it? - I don't.

[men laughing in the background]

[Molotov] What do you see?

[Luis] I see, uh…

Okay, take a step back. Take a step back. What do you see now?

So, I see the same thing as earlier, but further away.

- And the Paris sky... - It's a skull.

Ah, yes, it's a skull, of course.

[Luis] That's a skull. I totally see it now.

- [Vestax] Yes. - [Molotov] I know!

Unbelievable. From up close, you don't see it. The eye sockets, the nose.

- It's worth a fortune. - Yeah?

All right, blind test!

[all shouting]

Yeah!

[man speaking Serbian]

[in English] Okay! Remember the rules?

- Hey? - So, what are the knives for?

[speaking Serbian]

[in English] Say what?

[electronic music playing]

- "Space Captain?" - [cheering] Yeah!

It's my job. It's my job, man.

- I was just about to say it, I swear. - Look at me, bro.

- Okay. - And knives!

Hey!

- I was this close. - Look at his face, it's hilarious!

[speaking Serbian]

[electronic music playing]

[in English] Uh, wait.

- I know it, I know it. Yes, it's... - [groans]

Mara… Marado… Maradona.

- Come on! Come on! - [Vestax] Damn it!

"Maracuja Pascuale!"

Whoa!

Scorpex!

- It's a remix, hey? - [music stops]

Shazam it. Shazam it, man.

It's bullshit. No, no. It's not fair. Shazam it.

- Knives! Knives! - I'm sure. It's a remix, look it up.

[knives clattering]

- Go easy, guys. - Love.

- [Molotov] Okay. - [Vestax] Okay.

This is a very, very, difficult one.

[speaking Serbian]

[electronic music playing]

Vestax?

- Come on, now! - I think.

No, no, no, no.

- Vestax! - [Luis] That's not fair!

- Vestax! Vestax! Vestax! - Hang on!

- Knives! - Oh yeah!

[groans]

[all laugh]

- Is he nuts or what? - The joke's on you, sucker.

[music stops]

[suspenseful music playing]

[mysterious music playing]

Calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm.

Calm down.

[sighs]

[Vestax] Molotov. Molotov.

- Molo? - [Luis] What happened?

I don't know. He's not breathing. Molo?

- Molotov? - I'll call an ambulance.

What? Wait.

Hey. No, no, don't, don't.

I don't think you understand.

You can't have ambulances here, or cops, get it?

No, but I...

We were never here, okay?

We're out of here.

But you… we can't leave him like that.

You can't leave a guy passed out on the floor.

Hey, my Van Straat show's in two days. If you wanna stay, stay.

I trust you. Gratitude max.

No, no. There's no "gratitude max."

You take care of your bud.

What happened?

Did you slap him around to wake him up or something?

Yeah, why don't you slap him around?

- No, you. You slap that guy around! - No, you!

- You know him better. - So what?

Just because I know him better doesn't mean I can slap him around.

But there's no way I'm slapping a guy named Molotov.

It's a nickname. Uh… his name's Nicolas.

[Luis sighs]

Molo. Molo.

[mysterious music continues]

Molotov? Molotov.

Molotov.

- [gasps] - [Luis yelps]

[Vestax and Molotov laughing]

Are you guys completely mental or what?

[speaking Serbian] [in English] You almost called the police?

No, I never said the police. I said an ambulance. Not the same. I'm not a snitch.

- [mocking] Molotov. Molotov. - You were about to pass out. You okay?

- [Molotov chuckles] - Oh!

Molotov doesn't do overdose. Here.

[speaking Serbian]

Salud!

[in English] Jesus.

[shudders]

- Ah! - [sighs]

I told you we could trust him.

What do you need him for?

He could help me out, you know, he… he knows technical stuff.

Could be good for someone like me.

For the music at the show?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, for example, yeah.

Yeah, well, if you… Yeah, I'm down. Why not?

As long as it slaps.

Right?

"Calling an ambulance."

[all laugh]

Come on, give me a break.

[continues laughing]

I say we take one of your demos.

Something classic, basic, old school.

- [Luis] Mm-hmm. - Then I jump in, bam!

Lay my crazy touch, make it modern.

[claps] Pumping.

- You feel me? - Yeah.

- Double X. - Of course, Double X.

Hey! I wanna hear it tomorrow at the ambassador's.

Okay, not a problem.

Which ambassador?

Don't worry.

[suspenseful music playing]

[yawns]

"Your number one fan, Vestax"?

Well, yeah. I didn't wanna hurt his feelings.

[Toni chuckles] Yeah, right.

You should check your inbox. Drake wants to collaborate next.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Uh, Toni. I'll explain later, but you can't stay here.

Wait, what?

Pack up your things.

Welcome to the pleasure dome.

So, bathroom, kitchen, you already know.

And for sleeping, well, that's here.

- For sleeping? - You'll sleep here.

You make your own tracks? Right?

[Toni] Yes.

Well, until you come up with a banger, you can't come home.

Deal?

Are you serious?

I'm very serious. Deal?

Oh! [chuckles]

- Yes. - That being said…

These are all collector's items, so no parties or anything.

It's starting well.

All right. Got something I can load?

- [Toni] Yeah. - [claps] Give it to me.

Let's create a folder for my girl.

[typing] Toni. Okay.

- So let's hear it. - No.

- It's just a demo. You can't hear it yet. - Are you for real?

- Well, yeah. - I'm a professional.

I can listen to a work in progress, you know?

Can we hear yours after we listen to mine?

- Daddy doesn't like blackmail. All right. - [Toni] No, please, stop it!

No.

Toni. Honestly, I'd be really happy if you let me hear one of your tracks.

You have to be gentle. It's not finished.

- Promise. - And do not give me any advice...

Okay.

[electronic music playing]

[Toni] That's it.

You know what?

How about a little Moog on top?

[synthesizer playing]

Yeah, well, it's not finished. Like I said.

But it already sounds great, sweetie.

I'm kind of, mmm…

blown away.

- [phone buzzing] - Well, then, you can add that bass line.

GOT THE TRACK? ANY GOOD?

Go ahead. You do it.

No, no, no. It's your track.

Come on, try. So it's something we do together.

No.

It's your music. You figure it out.

Okay.

[somber music playing]

All right, sweetie.

I'll leave you to it.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[techno music playing]

- When does her set end? - Actually, she's streaming all night long!

- Fuck! - Why? What is it? Is it urgent?

No, no.

I just need a little help with a track, but…

- Well, see ya. - All right.

Come on, guys. Just give me a hand.

Bro, why don't you jam with us?

No, that's… [sighs]

- [techno music playing] - You're looking at a future icon.

[man] Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I was bored to death ten minutes ago, and now here you are.

And regarding Van Straat? In light of what we discussed, um…

- [techno music continues] - Yes? No? Or go fuck myself?

No, it's just that at the moment, we're a little bit, uh… busy, actually.

They gave pretty specific instructions. I mean, they really insist on electro.

Dude, electro's over. It's been over since 2018.

- [phone buzzing] - Obvi.

Okay. But when you say collaboration, you mean something… official?

- [phone buzzing] - Yeah.

There always comes a point when it becomes official, right?

[phone continues buzzing]

So, boys. What do you want? Want me to blow you or…

[techno music continues]

Hear me out.

I really need you, Marcus. Understand?

I need my team, I need my army, I need support, damn it.

Mmm.

How dare you speak about support?

I've always supported you.

The last fool waiting for your new record is me.

Fine. [tuts]

Here. See you at the Grammys.

Always happy to see you, Luis!

[Luis] Go fuck your mother.

[music crescendoes]

- [music stops abruptly] - [crowd groans]

[tense music playing]

Get back to Rose.

- [electronic music playing] - [Luis] There he is. Hey.

Wow!

You good?

- Congrats. - Tonight's the night. I can't believe it.

- Wanna see? With the lights? - Yeah.

- Of course. - Okay. Francis?

[music stops]

Francis!

Ah.

He heard you.

Sorry. Check it out. Whoop.

- I'll be right up there. - Okay.

High above, with this on, like an astronaut.

I'll be talking to the crowd,

I won't see much with the helmet on, but who gives a fuck?

I'll fiddle with the knobs, pretend like I'm mixing. They'll love it.

- Story of my life. - Yeah.

And on the sphere to the left, we'll project "EX."

- And on the one to the right... - "TA." Is that it?

- Yeah. - That's great. It'll be iconic.

"EXTA"!

- My name. - [Luis] Amazing.

And people will love the, uh, phallic symbol. It'll be a big hit, I'm sure.

By the way…

- I need a small favor. - Oh, fuck. It does look like a big dick.

Well, wasn't that the point?

Oh, man.

- Okay, listen. Anyway. - Fuck.

- Jean-Marc, I really need you. - [Exta] No.

- What? - No. Nobody knows that's my name.

There's no one here. It's fine.

Yeah, but still. Tell me.

Listen. I need you to give me a sound.

- A beat, 16 bars. - Right.

- Nice and easy, please. - So, uh… no.

What's wrong with you?

Nowadays, I'm all about going forward. No looking back anymore.

- I only wanna make beats for myself. - You should always look back.

Because who you see on your way up, you'll see again on your way down.

Okay. I agree with you.

But I think it's best to focus on the way up while on the way up.

- Yes, I totally agree, Jean-Marc. Listen. - Exta.

Who came up with the name, Exta?

- You did, but that's... - Shh.

Keep quiet. It's between you and me.

- Okay. Thanks. - [Luis] Okay?

- No worries. - Yeah.

Listen, I need someone talented to help me out of a tight spot

and out of all my friends, I chose you.

I won't credit you. Nobody will know. It's between you and me.

- Take it as a compliment... - I can't help you. Listen...

- I could have asked anybody... - What I can offer is offer you a hug.

- Are you kidding... - Which is a lot.

Fuck, I remember you like it was yesterday. You begging,

"Hey, can I play? Can I play a set, play a little set, quick?"

I remember what I was wearing and what you were wearing.

I was in Balenciaga and you were in shorts.

If your mother were still with us and saw you treating me this way,

refusing to help me when I'm vulnerable…

Seriously? My dead mother?

- Yes. Well… may she rest in peace... - Yeah.

[Luis] I, uh…

- Jean-Marc... - [groans] Don't call me, Jean-Marc.

Fucking hell!

[electro music playing]

There you go!

Oh, fuck! We're ready for takeoff!

[laughs]

[Vestax] I'm busy, so leave a message. Ha ha!

- [phone beeps] - Vestax! Ah! Hear what I just did?

Slammin', right?

So, what do you think?

[vocalizes]

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Isn't it a banger?

- And my credit? - So do we have it or not?

Call me back!

- Okay. - [electro music continues]

- Come on. - [groans]

Export it, send it to me. Gotta go. I'm in a rush.

[Exta] Sent.

- I owe you one. - More like two.

I already gave you those two.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

- [electronic music playing] - Scorpex in the house, bitches!

Live and direct from Paris City, the city of l'amour.

[vocalizing]

What the hell is goin' on?

I'm gonna tell you what's going on.

I've got great news for you guys.

I've got a special announcement to let you know

about my next project comin' in...

Cut it.

I can't get into too much detail right now,

but I will soon enough.

[music stops abruptly]

What was that for?

Makes me tense when you don't pick up my calls, you know?

Do you think I'm your girlfriend now or what? The hell was that? Whoa!

You don't cut off a stream.

- It's sacred, damn it! - Okay.

You know what's sacred, Luis?

- Our mission. - No. Your mission.

- Excuse me. - You have the track for Vestax?

[intriguing music playing]

How do you know that?

You must have bugged Molotov's place, right?

Then you know I was forced to listen to music while they threw knives

and one of them hit my head?

And you know that there's a drug lab in one of the rooms?

Oh, you didn't know that.

Well, now you know, because I did my job. And I brought info.

And from now on, I want personal protection 24/7 for me and my daughter.

- You already have personal protection. - [Luis] Yeah, right.

This… this is the protection?

[laughs]

- Let's hear the track please. - [intriguing music continues]

Just play it, Luis.

No.

[sighs]

You handle your mission, your police search, and leave your agents in a lurch.

I'll handle the creative side...

I'm sorry, but that's not it. Molotov must green-light the track.

That's your mission, Luis. And getting it tonight, that's your mission as well.

- Luke! - Yes.

What are you doing? No. Don't enter my creative space. It's off-limits.

- Stay in your corner. Who's this guy? - Can you stop?

Will you let me brief you?

First, the party's held at an embassy.

- It's a fake party. - Okay.

It's a cover for a high-level meeting.

We think Dricus will be there, but we can't get in.

However, you're able to get in because you're spinning at the party.

Well, yeah. They offered me a back-to-back.

[music continues]

You know what a back-to-back is?

Of course.

What is it?

- Well, a back-to-back is a… - A…?

A back-to-back is when two backs are against each other.

That's great. I'm glad you've done your research.

No. A back-to-back's when two DJs take turns.

- They offered me one with Vestax. - Great. That's our chance.

You'd better be nice to Vestax. It's important, okay?

He actually proposed to Molotov that we collaborate

on the music for the show.

I mean, his producer dropped him. That must be the reason why he asked you.

Mmm. I doubt it.

Now, phones will be confiscated at the entrance.

So we got you headphones that we rigged with a mini camera, okay?

- Got it? - Like a gadget?

- Exactly. - [Luke] Let me show you.

It's a small sensor here, okay?

Yeah.

And it's programmed to be triggered…

anytime you do this, like…

[vocalizing]

- Yeah. Got it... - [Luke] Let's go!

Oh, enough. Can I try it?

Of course.

So once you've identified Dricus, you photograph him with this.

[clicking]

- Yeah, that's it. - [Luis] Hmm.

Okay.

A DJ saving France. Pretty cool.

[suspenseful music playing]

- [Vestax] Good evening. - [man] Names, please.

Scorpex and Vestax.

We might not be on the list. We're spinning tonight. Okay?

- Okay. - All right. Good evening. You good?

Good evening.

- Sorry... - No electronic devices.

Okay, but this is my work tool. I'm here to DJ...

- Who cares? They got headphones. - But I can only spin with these.

- I'm sorry, I have to use my headphones. - It's all good.

- Thanks. - Sorry.

- You thirsty? Want a drink? - [Luis] Yeah.

[Vestax] I'll grab one.

[suspenseful music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

There's Molotov.

Hey, don't you wanna listen to the track beforehand?

I've already heard the beginning of it. It's great. It's really great.

Bro, you're Scorpex. Why so insecure?

[electro music playing]

The buildup.

Well, Molotov, keep in mind it's not finished.

There's room to improve. It's a work in progress.

It's a first version. Like a demo.

But, uh, it's already killer.

[music continues]

You two did this together?

-Of course, -Yep. A collab.

Double X.

Okay.

Yeah, it's all wrong.

I mean, a collab from a distance.

Like, uh, we sent each other files, so it wasn't so much a collaboration, but…

[Luis] Mmm.

Okay. New instructions.

- [Luis] Oh. - Now, think eclipse.

Sun.

Black.

Sun.

- Sun. Black... - [Vestax] Black.

- [Molotov] Sun. - Sun. Okay, yeah. Okay. Got it.

Okay, but can we keep this framework at least?

Yeah, no. Start from scratch. [sniffs]

- [Vestax] Okay. - Let's get high.

All right. [chuckles]

Angel Rocket.

AKA "Drippy Drop."

Straight from Rotterdam.

- Careful, it hits fast. - I'm ready, I'm ready. Ah!

[groans softly]

[laughs] After my set, yeah. But right now I need to focus.

DJ Focus.

[funky music playing]

[Vestax] Mmm!

[chuckles] Oh!

[music mixing out of sync]

[Vestax babbles]

[vocalizing]

[funky music continues]

- [Luis] Oh. - [man] Hey.

Sorry. I'm sorry... I just, wait.

I'm with him, guys. Calm down. It's all right. He's with us.

What do you want?

- I wanted, uh, since I gotta... - [Molotov] What?

- Mix, uh… - So why are you here then?

- No, if I need... - Can't you see we're busy?

Yes, no, I'm sorry. I wanted to ask if you have any…

- You know. Any… - [Molotov] What?

What's it called? What you offered me earlier.

- The drippy drop? - Yeah, the drippy drop. [laughs]

[all laugh]

I've never tried it.

- [Molotov] He wants the drippy drop! - I hear it's nice.

[all chanting] Drippy drop! Drippy drop!

Drippy drop! Drippy drop!

Drippy drop! Drippy drop!

Stick your tongue out.

- Just one... One drop, not... - Here.

- One drippy drop. - Ready?

[men shout]

- There you go! - [groans] That's enough.

Have a nice mix, my friend.

How fast does it hit?

[trippy whoosh]

[electro music playing]

[Vestax laughs manically]

Oh, shit!

[laughs]

I have a boner!

I'm happy for you.

- Africa is the future! - [music stops]

[Vestax groaning]

SOUND EXPERT EVENT EQUIPMENT HIRE - PRO DJ

[knocks]

[laughing]

- [door opens] - Yeah.

- Operation banger, terminated. - [door closes]

[breathes heavily]

Oh.

- Know what? - [Rose] What?

I think the police are awesome.

Deep breath.

We are lucky to be doing these kinds of jobs, you know?

For others.

[laughs]

Let's get him something to eat. A little something. A snack.

Oh, Angel Rocket is…

Oh man, they're gonna make so much money!

[laughing]

You should try it. It's amazing...

- No. I'm good, thanks. Really. - You should. I swear.

- The whole police should. - [chuckles]

[Luis laughs]

Listen, the mission's coming to an end.

But I wanted to tell you I've grown fond of you.

- It's a success, right? It's true. - [Rose chuckles]

- I ended up liking you, you know? - Oh, wow. Okay.

Honestly, Rose. You're not cool.

- But you're nice... - Yeah.

- I know it's not easy for you, I do. - Okay.

- [Luis] The world needs people like you. - Yes.

[Luis sniffles]

- It's important to defeat... - [Rose] Great.

[Luis] Look! There!

The bald one! Check that guy out!

- It's blurry. - [Rose] Yeah.

- We can't use this. Too blurry. - [Luke] This one, no. No.

[Luis] Shit. It's exhausting having a boner this long.

[Luke] Maybe this one.

It's him, Luis? Right?

- How long does this last, for fuck's sake? - Luis, focus for two seconds! Is that him?

That's him, Dricus!

- [Luis] Oh. - Bernie for Rose. Bernie for Rose.

Target identified. Keep the teams on standby.

Got it, awaiting instructions.

- Thanks, who? - [Rose] Thanks, Luis.

- Thanks, Scorpex. - [Rose] Thanks, Scorpex.

[laughs]

- [Rose] Luis? - Yes, yes.

- Stay discreet. - Yes! Shh...

- Calm down. - [growls]

- Shh. [bangs door] - [Rose] Shh.

[car alarm blaring]

[tapping car rhythmically]

[funky music playing]

Hey!

- [door opens and closes] - [Luis snoring]

[Rose] Luis?

Luis?

Luis? [snaps fingers and whistles] Luis!

Wake up. Get up. Come on.

Goddammit, what the… This chick is a nightmare.

You fucked up, Luis. The man we arrested wasn't Dricus.

[groans] A bald dude

at the head of a table filled with gangsters isn't the boss?

Wasn't him. You jumped the gun and got the wrong gangster. Come on.

[sighs]

Are you sure that he was there?

Yes, I am. He was.

He wasn't.

- You weren't even sure that he was. - I'm quite sure he was there.

Quite?

You really are a bunch of irresponsible stupid idiots sending me in there.

[groans]

You're going back anyway. No choice, so…

Out of the question. I won't risk my life for you. Are you kidding? No way.

Too dangerous. You caught the wrong guy. Now my cover's totally blown.

- Not going back. - [Rose] Come on. "Risk your life?"

Don't be so dramatic.

I already told you, we are sure nobody suspects you.

And we're around. We're watching you.

- No need to worry. - I could tell. Yeah.

We're not going to stop now, are we?

You finally get a chance to do something worthwhile.

To make Toni proud. Don't you want that?

Listen to me. I delivered a guy. If it wasn't him, not my problem.

From this point on, Luis is out. That's it. Just leave me alone.

- [sirens wailing in the distance] - [tense music playing]

[Luis] Uh, sorry. That's the window.

The door is over there. You can't miss it. It has a handle.

Did you know that Toni likes to play terrorist on the weekend?

You leave my daughter outta this, thanks.

I Heart Planet, does that ring a bell?

Uh, a bunch of hippies, who love kombucha, and want to save the planet?

I mean, green or fascist, it makes no difference to law enforcement.

[Luis scoffs]

Do you realize what it'd mean if Toni was labeled a terrorist?

[tense music continues]

I doubt you understand the effect it would have on her life.

Say, a gathering of more than 50 people?

That's forbidden. No more. Over.

Well, at least she wouldn't end up a DJ.

Right. Because people only gather in nightclubs? Think about it.

What about schools, offices, airports?

That said, since you're a part of the family now, well…

we'll make sure that doesn't happen.

To your little girl.

Hmm?

All right.

Get up. We're leaving.

Let's go!

Hurry up, Luis.

It's petty, what you're doing. You know?

Real petty.

[chilled electronic music playing]

[tempo increasing]

Disco.

House.

[tempo continues increasing]

Techno.

Trance.

Dubstep.

[tempo continues increasing]

Gabber.

You never said you had a daughter.

[inhales] Uh…

Young. Cute.

And a musician?

The Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels?

All despite my father being a DJ.

Poor little girl.

What's up, lost your phone?

- You called me? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I never check my messages.

Let's go for a walk.

See you soon, Toni.

[suspenseful electronic music playing]

Oh, no, no. Sorry, that's not really my thing,

Give your phone to Youri.

Why don't you tell me what's happening? How can I help you?

[speaking Serbian]

- [in English] Uh, hang on. I don't... - There's a snitch on the team.

A snitch on the team. Okay.

Take off your clothes.

- Okay. - Your stuff goes in the bag.

- Hurry up! - Yeah, okay. Fine, I…

I'm doing it.

[speaking Serbian]

[suspenseful electronic music continues]

[in English] DJ Ibiza.

- [speaking Serbian] - [claps]

[in English] Okay, okay.

And you? No.

Just the guests.

[sultry electronic music playing]

What's up, guys?

- Sup? - Sup? All good?

Did you work on the track?

You're kidding me or what? Did you work on it?

Oh, you're struggling.

No. You're struggling.

Your turn.

- Well, I really suck at... - Your turn!

Okay.

Howdy.

Are we stripes or solids?

We got the stripes.

[exhales]

[pool balls crack]

- Wow. He sucks balls. - [laughs]

- Come on. That was shameful. - Yeah. I'm a bit tense.

All right. Try again. Get into position.

- To? - Get into position.

Got something to show you.

Hang on, wait. This is the right way to place your fingers.

- You see? - Okay, got it.

The cue stick, you hold it firmly behind you.

You free your mind. You breathe out.

[exhales]

All right, look. Come on. Look here. Get a grip on the stick. See?

No, no, no, no. Get a grip on the stick.

- Hey, that's enough. - [music stops]

Sorry, Molotov. I can't do this. I can't. I don't wanna play games.

You want me to record a track in two days, I'll do it.

But playing naked pool, surrounded by these guys, I don't know what you want.

But don't press against me and breathe down my neck, chewing that mint thing.

Oh, that's niet!

I kind of like you.

Yeah, well, uh…

it's obvious. [chuckles]

[speaking Serbian]

[in English] Yeah, yeah. Well, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[clicking]

So…

- Um, can I… can I put my clothes back on? - Not quite yet.

[clears throat] Youri had access to a conversation.

Well, yeah. That's uh… It's normal, no?

- [speaking Serbian] - [in English] Rose Banger.

[gasps] Oh no! No, no, no.

I mean, uh… yes. Rose Banger. She's… Rose Banger.

- She's French. - Why'd you delete her messages?

Because…

Because I fell in love with my best friend's wife.

Rose.

Out of respect, out of cowardice, I don't know.

- I'm not proud of it, but that's why. - [phone dialing]

[exhales]

She'll be surprised.

[continues dialing]

[Rose] Hello?

Rose. Oh, my love, it's your favorite DJ.

Why are you calling me?

Well, I'm calling you because I wanted to hear you, I wanted to hear your voice.

Luis, I already told you, I'm the one who decides when and where.

She's controlling.

I know, sorry. I didn't mean to bother you.

I hope you weren't with… with him, you know?

Are you high?

[exhales] No, honey, those days are over. My only drug is you.

You, who gets my heart pumping at 130 BPM.

[chuckles]

Shh.

I'm crazy about you, Rose.

Me too, my love. I…

I want you… so, so bad right now.

Don't get me going, baby. Don't get me going.

[Molotov chuckles]

I wanna feel

your body against mine.

Your mouth against my mouth.

[Luis] Oh, stop it. Stop it.

- It's your smell. It turns me on. - [Luis] I know.

Hey, say something nasty. Nasty!

I'm so horny.

I want photos. Photos!

- I wanna… - Shh. Okay, baby love.

- Nudes! - Rub against you.

I'm sorry. Honey, sorry. I have to go. Someone's asking me for a photo.

[Molotov sighs]

No photos, guys. Photos, uh… photos are private.

- It's one of the Ten Commandments. - I'm not Catholic.

[speaking Serbian]

[Luis in English] Uh… Spasíba, guys.

Hey, Scorpex!

For tonight's show.

Musika!

[electronic music playing]

[sighs]

[music continues]

Oh, okay. Can we agree that it sounds way more classy with a real Moog?

Seriously.

[exhales] You thought I'd search your computer

or worse, that I was going to steal your tracks?

Meaning?

Well, your hard drive's empty.

There's no demo. No file.

Toni, uh… we need to talk.

Ah, finally.

I've got plenty of work coming my way, like, so much.

It's very cool.

And so, I'm gonna need my studio.

I'm sorry.

Of course it's got nothing to do

with the man who came to pressure you earlier, right?

What man? Oh, the bald one. No. [chuckles] He was nothing. He's just some guy.

Nice guy, actually.

Okay. Well, I'll go then.

So what's your problem?

You don't want me at home, don't want me at the studio.

I've tried to make an effort, but I never fit in your life.

- Calm down. Calm... - Don't tell me to calm down!

You've done nothing but lie to me. You think I'm oblivious?

The one time we could share something, you…

throw me out.

Listen. Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Let me explain.

Okay. The man who was here earlier, you're right. He's not my friend.

Yeah, no kidding.

That's why I brought you to the studio and now he's been here, the studio isn't safe.

What do you mean, safe? Safe from what? Out with it.

Toni, Toni, Toni!

[groans]

Toni, what I'm about to say is super, duper top secret,

so you can't tell anyone.

[exhales] Fucking hell. What a mess.

I work for the intelligence service.

I'm a secret agent involved in a highly sensitive case.

So the only way I can protect you is by sending you home to Brussels.

Okay.

[somber music playing]

I don't know what's more pathetic.

Lying to your daughter or the lies you choose to tell. Seriously.

No. Sweetie, wait. I… I swear.

Sweetie, listen.

Toni?

[door opens]

- Toni? - [door closes]

[Rose] Seriously? You blow your cover with your daughter just like that?

- Rose? - Are you out of your mind, Luis?

Where are you? Wait.

You've been spying on…

Oh. Did you plant bugs all over my studio?

- [intriguing music playing] - Oh!

It's our job to know everything.

Your job?

It's also your job to send me to play pool naked with a bunch of psychos?

Where was my personal protection? I'd love to know. Personal protection, my ass!

Okay, chill. It was a necessary step. Anyway, we knew you had it in you.

Don't worry, you're in the clear now. There isn't much time until the show.

I'll play your assistant and bring in the others.

[music stops]

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What others?

Vestax has arrived.

Ah! [claps]

- Wow. - Tea or coffee, maybe?

Nothing.

Actually, I'd like you to start cleaning the studio, please.

[Rose] Mm-hmm.

- All good? Top form? - [Luis] Good. Welcome. Always.

- [speaking Serbian] - [in English] Oh, it's cool here.

Serbia!

Could air it out a bit, but…

[Molotov] Guys, this is Elke.

Coming straight from Rotterdam.

[Luis] Mmm.

She'll sing on the track. She was recommended by Tabitha.

I'm sorry, you wanted an instrumental, didn't you?

We are very lucky to have her. Make the most of it.

- Okay. - So, here's what I want.

Reggaeton.

But street.

Smooth,

but spicy.

- Okay, okay. - Got it? Vestax, you do your thing.

Whatchamacallit?

- A banger? - That's right, a banger.

- Bang, bang! - Whoa. Just like that, no warning.

- He shot me down. - [Molotov] Get to work.

- Only a few hours before the show. - [Vestax] Elke.

Big, big fan.

Big respect. Big respect.

Gratitude.

It's an honor to work with you.

- No. - No? [chuckles] I get it.

Respect. Respect. I'll let you take her to the booth.

Of course. Here.

- See you on the other side. - [Rose] I'll show you.

I think she's a bit shy.

Could you explain this change of plans at the very last minute?

Don't stress.

- Meaning? - Don't stress.

All right, Elke. Are you all set up? Is the mic well-positioned?

- Yeah. - [Vestax] Okay.

We'll play a track back for you. Uh… vibe to it.

Take your time. Get into it.

And ignore the clock, okay?

- All right. Go. - [Elke] Okay.

- Got it? Reggaeton. - [Elke vocalizes]

Yes. I heard. Smooth and spicy. But I make music, not kebabs.

- Okay, drop a sound. - Drop a sound.

What do you want me to drop? What kind of sound?

- You got nothing? - [Luis] Wait.

[Elke continues vocalizing]

- Hang on. - Fuck.

- [Luis] Elke? - Yep?

Scorpex. Let's do something you might not be used to.

I'll drop just a little click, and you'll sing a cappella.

I'd like you to have complete freedom.

We'll record it and turn it into a song that you'll be proud of.

[chuckles] Enjoy, enjoy, just enjoy.

I feel really uncomfortable with that. I'm not used to working this way at all.

Yes, I absolutely get that, but that's how I'm used to working.

Trust me on this one, okay?

Okay, then if you don't mind, guys, I'm gonna ask you to turn around.

- Of course. - [Elke] Give me some privacy.

I need a bit of space to concentrate and freedom to improv.

- Of course. - Are you serious?

[Elke] What's your name?

[Rose] Uh… Renata.

It's Renata who'll press the button to record me.

[Vestax] When you're ready, Elke.

- I need some time to focus. Thanks. - No worries.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Renata.

Ha!

- Here, you'll press here. Okay. - Thanks, I know.

[electronic clicking]

[Elke] ♪ Yeah, come on ♪

[in Dutch] ♪ I love you ♪

♪ In my eyes ♪

♪ What a day… ♪

[in English] What the hell?

[Elke in Dutch] ♪ Unbelievable… ♪

[Luis in English] Elke, Elke. All right.

It's no bueno. Whatever it is you're doing. What is that?

[imitating Elke]

Doesn't work. How do you say it?

- You gotta sing. - So actually, that was Dutch, okay?

- Ah! - You know Van Straat is Dutch.

[Luis] It is Dutch.

If there's a problem, just tell me straight up.

- No... - Actually, no.

There's no problem because it's perfect. The take was perfect.

Perfect. But let's do another one just in case. So we're gonna go again.

Do the same thing. It was perfect.

- [Elke] Okay. - You gonna blow her all day? It's garbage.

- I'm holding. - We can't record this. It's absurd.

- Holding the Talk Back. - Okay. I heard everything.

- Damn it. I mean... - No.

And I'll be honest, I'm having… a panic attack now.

[both] No, no, no.

Calm down. Don't worry. It wasn't about you...

No, no. Don't tell me to calm down.

I took the subway here despite my social anxiety.

Nothing's ready. You didn't do your job.

- Calm down a bit. - Relax. Cool it.

You're awful with me. At this point I say no! Enough's enough.

She's leaving. Let's take five...

She has social anxiety and had to take the subway.

Hang on, wait. Take a break. Elke.

- [Elke] It's like the '80s here. - [Vestax] No.

- Take it easy. - [Elke] Take it easy?

Careful what you say. Careful what you say.

Bye. Good luck with those two assholes.

Elke, please don't go. Please.

- Hey, don't call us assholes, please. - [door slams]

That generation's so fragile. With a coat made of pubes she calls me...

- Oh... - Are you outta your mind?

She comes in like she's Beyoncé, orders me around in my own studio?

- She can get lost. - She was recommended by Tabitha.

Oh, Tabitha knows.

She's the big boss's protégé.

But doesn't your friend Molotov have anything better to do than this?

- I thought he was a gangster. - You don't get it, do you?

I don't mean Molotov.

You fucked up, dude. They're expecting the track, like, now.

Fuck. What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to tell them?

[door opens and closes]

- Take a photo. It'll last longer. - I can't believe my eyes.

- [Luis] What? - You're a complete moron.

This is my kingdom. It's my studio.

If you don't like it, use your little paws and scurry away.

Your kingdom? Jesus.

A kingdom of bozos!

When he talked about the Big Boss, he meant Dricus, okay?

Luis!

Hello?

For fuck's sake, Luis. [sighs]

- Well, uh… - You suck!

[sighs]

Hey, what do you want? She… she hardly sang, uh...

Uh. She hardly sang because you insulted her.

Had you not interrupted, she might have...

- She shouldn't have pissed me off. - Get over yourself.

[Elke singing in Dutch]

[in English] Sounds like a cat being strangled. I can't use it. It's short...

You could add an effect to it.

You could add some style.

- [sighs] - You know how.

Just like the intro to X-Love.

Minimal, but dynamic.

Light, but full.

- Come on, try it. Try it. - Yeah, okay, hush. I need… [whistles]

- So. - Great. Let's hear it.

Okay. [whistles]

[electronic music playing]

[Elke singing in Dutch]

[in English] Okay.

Honestly, I mean… The repetitive beat sounds great, huh?

Yeah, but it needs a boom. Boom.

Something like boom, boom, boom.

- Do it, yeah. Great. - A bassline.

- Hang on, I'm… I'll add one. - [Rose] Add it.

[music continues]

[Luis] Okay.

[vocalizing]

[Rose] A hit!

[continues vocalizing]

- [music stops] - All right. Perfect. We got it.

- Excellent. Fucking A! - [Luis] Jesus.

- Scorpex is back, motherfuckers. - They're gonna love it.

[song by Scorpex and Elke playing]

[song stops]

[both speaking Dutch]

[in English] Honestly, I'm proud of what we did.

[engine revs]

- [song continues] - [Luis and Vestax screaming]

[Vestax] Molotov!

[car horns honk]

[Vestax and Luis continue screaming]

What the…

[music stops]

Those guys are completely nuts.

Well, of course they're nuts. He's scared. You know who his boss is?

A fucking maniac.

He's on the most wanted list.

And yet he's never missed a Van Straat show. That's how much he loves the brand.

And that's why Molotov is scared.

- [tense music playing] - But you had to fuck it all up.

You ruined everything.

[exhales]

Hey, you're a goddamn deadbeat, seriously.

Even when your life depends on it, you still can't come up with a track.

I hook you up and this is how you thank me?

- Hook me up? Get outta here. - I hooked you up.

You said you're a holistic artist, didn't you?

Huh?

[tuts]

Piss off! You're out, I'll do it myself.

Sure you will.

[low electronic music playing]

- [music intensifies] - [Luis] Rose, Scorpex.

Listen to me.

Dricus will be at the show.

I am 100% sure.

I don't know if he's going as staff or as a guest, but he'll be there. Get ready.

[music continues]

[clears throat]

[Tabitha playfully] Ooh!

Hello.

[music continues]

I know. You don't recognize me.

Uh… my name's Scorpex.

I'm working on the music for your fashion show.

Yeah. So, uh… Hello.

Actually, Vestax is the sound designer.

- [Luis] Yeah? - [Capitani] Mm-hmm.

The sound designer? And have you listened to the sound?

- Did you like it? - Yes, where's the track?

- Yeah, where is it? - It is, uh…

It is, uh… It is, uh… Well, it's not here.

It's not here and don't bother waiting because Vestax ditched you.

And I know that because I wrote the track.

Trust me.

The real star of your brand

is Tabitha.

[electronic music continues]

[Tabitha chuckles]

I don't care about fashion. All I care about is being real.

She needs to hang up or else we'll never get it done.

- [Tabitha] Jesus. - Okay, Tabitha?

- What? - [Luis] Just checking. Studio temperature.

Height of the mic, your headset… It's all good?

No, it's too hot and the headset's crackling.

- Ah! On it. - Get in there.

Tabitha, the headset… what's wrong with it?

[man] I promise, they'll both be sitting in the front row.

- I'm okay. - No, the other side. There.

- Fine. Fine. - How's that? Okay. Okay.

Okay, Tabitha.

What I'm interested in is you.

Just you.

It's your vision, your own take on the brand, on your collection,

but also on our times, on life.

- It's all about you, you. - Yeah. Of course.

- Okay? - But you know what I need?

- What do you need? - A sound. A beat. Please.

- I am gonna give you a motherfucking beat. - Okay. Please.

Okay, Tabitha! You wanna put it all on the table?

- [Tabitha] Let's go, please. - Okay, let's roll this shit!

[song by Scorpex playing]

Hold on a sec.

- Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut! - [man] Cut, cut, cut.

- Something wrong? - [man] What?

- [Tabitha] What's that? - Still crackling?

- [man] Chrysanthemums. - What's that?

- What? The track? - [Tabitha] Yeah.

Okay. This is a demo. Obviously, it's a work in progress.

It's just the rough sketch of a beat I'll dress up later.

I'll produce it.

It's gonna be much more, uh… it's gonna be awesome...

I suggest you go for it. It sounds good from here. Let's do this...

- Go for it. We've got this. - The show's in two hours. Go!

- No. - No.

- [man] What? - No!

- She said no. - No.

- Well, yeah. Yeah, she said no. - This sucks ass!

- Okay. - Okay.

- [Capitani] All right. No means no... - Tabitha.

There's something all the greats have done.

- I mean Beyoncé, Rihanna, Gaga, everyone. - Cut to the chase.

It's a cappella, all the way. I'll give you a click.

Meaning, I'll just play a metronome. [vocalizes]

She won't like that.

- You go for it. - What the fuck's going on?

- Told ya. - I need a vibe!

- I need a beat, a vibe! - What vibe?

Yeah, we're here for a beat, we didn't come here to be Pentatonix, okay?

Let's find it.

Got it? I want a real song!

- Yeah. No problem. - Don't worry.

No, that's not what I'm talking about.

You take them from the Palace Hotel to the show.

- [Capitani] Let's not use that tone. - I'm on the fucking phone!

- All good! - [Tabitha] Jesus!

Oh…

[vocalizes]

- All right, all right. - [Tabitha] Thank God!

All right! Please, do something!

- Just a sec. - [Capitani] You doing this from scratch?

[Tabitha] I know there's only two hours left before the show.

- I don't need you to remind me, okay? - [Luis] Okay, Tabitha?

[electronic music playing]

[man] What do you want to do about the limo?

Yeah. Okay.

You know what?

That's my shit.

This is what I'm talking about, bitch.

Okay, turn up the volume.

- [Capitani] Louder, louder. - Yeah!

Keep it up.

Okay, I need to feel it.

[Tabitha] That's it. That's it.

Are you currently working for a brand, or, uh…

Mmm… Not at the moment.

♪ And you know what? ♪

♪ Fashion is political ♪

♪ You're poor But you need to get dressed ♪

♪ You're rich But you need to get dressed… ♪

- Say the brand name! - ♪ Baby, yeah, baby, yeah ♪

♪ Chanel, who? Givenchy, who? Dior, who? ♪

♪ This is Van Straat! ♪

[screams]

♪ I'm fat, but I'm good! ♪

♪ I'm better than you, bitch! ♪

♪ Ooh la la, oh my God! Who does she think she is? ♪

- ♪ You feel my heartbeat? ♪ - Make it a little more dramatic.

♪ And you know what I am? ♪

- ♪ I'm a fighter… ♪ - That's right.

♪ Yes, I'm a survivor ♪

That's right.

♪ Nothing's been easy ♪

♪ And you know what? Fuck you and your racism ♪

♪ Fuck you and your sexism ♪

♪ This… ♪

♪ This is my vagina talking ♪

- ♪ You hear it? ♪ - [Capitani] That's brilliant!

- [music intensifies] - [Tabitha laughs]

Breathe, breathe, breathe!

[Tabitha screams] Oh my God!

- [breathing rhythmically] - Yes. Good.

- [groans] - [song ends]

- [electronic music playing] - [photographer] Over here!

[woman] Next.

Keep it moving please. Keep it moving.

- Ah. Scorpex. - Ah. Thank you.

- [man] Scorpex! - Good evening, sir, welcome.

If you don't mind, I'll take you to the DJ booth.

[Luis] Hold on.

[photographer] Right here.

Whoo!

[music continues]

[photographer] One more! Don't move. Don't move!

Scorpex! Scorpex!

- Stand aside. - What?

- You're in the way. - What are you talking about?

But I'm spinning tonight!

- You're here? - Well… What?

- You tried to screw me on the track? - No.

- Come with me. - No. No photos!

- Come! - Please.

- Scorpex, Scorpex! - [Luis] Ah! Mr. Capitani!

- [Capitani] You'll DJ from up there. Yes. - Up there?

A DJ in the sky. A star, just like you.

And, thank you for Tabitha. She loved it.

Thank you. I'm grateful.

- Mmm. - Really, thank you.

Tabitha, happy. Capitani, very happy.

[electronic music continues]

[sniffs]

Jayden! Jayden! Come here.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Hurry! We don't have time!

- I want you to look fierce! - Follow me, follow me!

Yes, that's right.

- Tabitha! Tabitha, Tabitha, look. - Come on. Go, go, go!

- Come with me. - Hey, here you go!

Put this on. We picked it for you. Everyone's in Van Straat tonight.

Go ahead.

We're missing a dress. Jayden! Jayden, we're missing a dress.

[man] Two minutes before showtime.

[woman] Mary?

- You like it? - Yeah.

That's great. That's great. That's great.

[woman] Just keep your shoulders back.

[dramatic music playing]

Well, it's now or never, isn't it?

Fuego.

Under the left deck.

- [Luis] Rose? Rose. - [Rose] What?

Dricus is Capitani.

What?

I saw the scars.

Fuck.

Okay, start the music. We'll arrest him when the show begins.

Okay.

[assistant] DJ!

Toni?

- Toni, the hell are you doing here? - What the hell are you doing here?

I'm DJing. I…

Oh fuck!

- You don't want me in the show? - [Luis] That's not it.

I did something I'll never forgive myself for, and you may never forgive me,

but you'll understand, I swear, when I explain everything.

- My love, I'm a piece of shit... - Luis, stop! Just play some music now!

Your track, I won't use it if you don't want me to.

What are you talking about? What track? Start the music!

- What are you doing here? - What are you? I should be here.

Go away!

Luis?

Let me...

- What's going on there? - What's that asshole doing?

[grunts and groans]

There's no music yet?

I'll call security.

- Fuck! - Come on, Luis!

[whispers] We're moving in.

[dramatic music continues]

Got it, yes. Yes, I'm leaving. Don't touch me.

[relaxing music playing]

[cheers and applause]

Let's go.

[breathes deeply]

[song by Scorpex playing]

[Tabitha] ♪ You know? ♪

♪ You know who I am? ♪

♪ I am the goddess of fashion! ♪

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Walk, walk. Go!

[Taser buzzes]

♪ Do you know? ♪

♪ We call this "vêtement" here in France ♪

♪ Okay? ♪

- [woman] What's wrong with you? Hello? - ♪ You need to get dressed ♪

♪ You're rich ♪

♪ But you need to get dressed ♪

[song continues]

- What are you doing? You can't be here! - VIP. VIP. VIP!

- [clamoring] - [Molotov speaking Serbian]

[song continues]

[Tabitha in English] ♪ Ooh la la… ♪

[music becomes suspenseful]

[gasping]

Toni, don't take it the wrong way. Please, sweetie.

[all screaming]

[groaning]

Okay, let's go. Showtime, showtime.

Go, go, go.

- [song continues] - ♪ And you know what? ♪

[groans]

[song fades]

Are you okay?

My sweet.

I can't believe I did that.

[music becomes emotional]

I think we really made a banger, Dad.

[chuckles softly]

[song by Scorpex and Tabitha playing]

♪ You're poor ♪

♪ But you need to get dressed ♪

♪ You're rich ♪

♪ But you need to get dressed… ♪

[crowd cheering and applauding]

[song continues]

- [song ends] - [voicemail beeps]

[Rose] Luis, where the fuck are you?

We're about to start the debrief.

What do I tell them?

You're embarrassing me. Is this a joke to you?

- [plane taking off] - All right. Call me back. Love ya.

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