All language subtitles for Guyane (2016) FR BRD 720p S01E07

How's the camp going?
- Well enough.

And Louis?
- He's slowly recovering.

With his resume, a suspicion of murder
means pre-trial detention.

The Merlot case.
- Is it a possibility?

Let's say it's in the air.
The judge suspects him.

I gotta go. Talk to Vincent about the contracts.
Thanks.

The crackhead you sent, the one
who fired at my daughter... I want him.

Ma'am Quinteiro likes your associate very much.
Vincent, is it?

She finds him smart.
- Yes, yes... he's got ideas.

She thinks he would be good for Clara,
she'd like them to get together.

In Guyana or in Brazil...
- I'll tell him.

He'd take a "huge" burden off me.
- I doubt it, he loves one of my whores.

Really? Which one? Is it that girl...
- Yes.

"Garota de programa"! She'll bleed him dry!
- The crackhead.

Alive or dead?
- Just tell me where he is.

Please! Please!
Gentlemen! Ladies!

The Cayenne pikolet championship
is officially open.

Every trial is a vocalization against the clock
and it's gonna last 5 minutes.

The number of vocalizations will be
certified by our bailiff, Ma'am Barnabé.

Everyone, please, be as quiet as possible
for the entire duration of the event.

I call now the first two competitors.

You're up.

Silence, please.

Mr. Serra changed the profit distribution
from 90-10 to 70-30.

He's very generous.

Here's the new contract.
Sign it before he changes his mind.

Alright.
- Belaçaï is off to a good start.

Your company received a payment
from a Brazilian society called Açaï Beach.

Using an offshore account for big deliveries
on French territory is not safe.

We'll find a new system.
- Ok.

The Curaçao bank informed the French
that you have a certain amount of money.

The French bank will loan you the same amount.
I negotiated interests for 0,7%.

With the Curaçao funds as collateral.

Here. Checkbook, credit card
and account opening contract.

I got you a Platinum.
- Thank you.

How much are we talking about exactly?
- If I tell you, it's no longer a surprise.

How it's going?
- It's the finals.

They're close.

Final score: 32 to 30.

The winner of the 2016 Cayenne pikolet championship:
Eddy from Maripasoula!

Of course your bird lost,
he's 12 years old.

How much would it be for a man?
- 54.

He's old alright.
- That's ok.

About Merlot... the judge is still investigating.

Someone saw me near his house that night.
- It's nothing, you had no motive.

They know who I work for,
they can guess the motive.

Guessing is no evidence.
- All they need is a witness.

The kid knows about Merlot, about Silva
and about the camp.

He knows everything we did
and why we did it!

I still need him.
- If he gets run over, will it be the end of the world?

You sent him scouting,
what did he find?

What am I here for?
To tend you bar in Saint-Elias?

That's one thing you can do.

Or you can come with me
and solve your problem.

There.

You kill the crackhead
and leave him with the gun that killed Merlot.

There he is.
Green tank top.

The other one?
- I don't know. Someone in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Better yet if they come back together.
- I'll wait for him inside.

Are you ready?
- I don't know.

I'll be around the corner.

Get up and sit down.

You speak French?

Got anything?

Keep it, it's for you.
Smoke it.

That's enough.
Put it down.

How you're feeling now?

Better.

Put everything on Serra's tab.
- Ok.

Thank you.

How's my little Brazilian?

What's your sign?

Sagittarius, and you?
- Gemini.

Gemini...

"Nice surprises for you".
- And for you?

All good in Cayenne?
- Yes, all good. It's work.

I never be in Cayenne.
- What was that?

I never be in Cayenne.
- "I've never been in Cayenne".

I've never been in Cayenne.
- Then we'll go together if you want.

I didn't make dinner, I didn't know if you were coming.
I've been shopping though.

I did some shopping myself.

What's that?
- I don't know...

Come on, what is it?
- Have a look.

You're crazy!

Try it on.
- It's beautiful!

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Turn my way.
Yes... perfect.

Do I look French?
- You're beautiful.

What are French girls like?
- Boring.

Why?
- It's always about feelings. Talk to them... listen to them...

... protect them... just annoying.

It's easy though.
You meet a girl, ask about her life, what she does...

...then you suddenly look at her and say:

"You're so beautiful,
I wanna kiss you so bad"... and you kiss her.

No!
- Yes.

I'm being a smartass now
but I used to be very shy.

With girls...
- What you mean shy?

I was afraid.

Once I was madly in love with my best friend
but I was too scared to tell her.

When I finally did, it was a disaster.
- Why a disaster?

She turned me down.

Poor baby!

Are you scared of me?
- Of course I am.

I'm a whore, I don't say "no".

You're no longer a whore.
- Is that why you're scared?

You know what a civil union is?

How much you got?

12 or 13 kilos.
Half for Serra and half for the Quinteiros.

Waki... you realize the risk?
- I have no choice, do I?

There's people counting on us now.

You're gonna tell Serra you shut down the company?
Why have you come back?

Vincent, the little genius...
he has a vision for the future of Belaçai.

Aren't you curious?
I am.

I wanna see it grow with Serra
then we'll take over.

Tell him that without a deal,
he'll be on a plane to Brazil next Monday.

There'll be no other offer.

If he accepts I'm gonna need facts, dates, places
and physical evidence.

I don't trust Brazilian justice.
Tell him he can count on me.

He trusts French justice rather than Brazilian justice.
He's gonna cooperate.

This is our juice, 1 kilo for 1 liter.
It's dense and quite bad... sorry, Waki.

3 euros.

This is from Brazil.

1 kilo for 4 liters, well diluted.

Looks better and costs 6 euros.
This is what we gotta make.

It's tasteless.
- We'll make it tasty.

Can you get him to stop singing?
It's very distracting.

You wanna build a factory?
- Exactly. Transport, processing, packing, everything.

Plus selling and communications.
We'll have stores and shops everywhere.

We're gonna do as they do in Brazil.

Açaï Beach, that's what we're gonna do.

I'll show you something.
- Are you a millionaire?

Not yet... but it won't take long.

This is my internship report.
I'll skip the cultural part.

We need to focus on the gap between
the poor production and the huge demand.

We don't give a shit.

This is the future.

Feasabilty and necessary investments.

Expected profit, years 1 and 2.
Net margin.

In 5 years, we'll make 6-figure numbers.

And I didn't mention the cosmetic side.

Açaï can also be used in wrinkle creams.
Did you know that?

Why would I know that?

I don't see it.
It's all just numbers to me.

It's because you can't read 'em.

You make a product and then you sell it.
My idea is the other way around.

Any news about the subsidies?
- No. - Ok.

We need more PR.
- P what? - Public Relations.

An interview where we say
we're well meaning people but no one's helping us.

You'd be perfect.
- No, thanks.

Why not?
- She said no.

If we want France's attention,
it's gotta be organic.

Hello, Counselor.

Why?
Is there a problem with the telephone?

At the airport in 2 hours.

Evening, Counselor.
- Evening.

Something happened in the Chicago quarter.
2 junkies, murder-suicide.

Nothing unusual,
although the weapon is very interesting.

The same gun that killed Merlot.
- That's two birds with one stone.

One of them might be the one who fired at you.
- That makes 3. Where's the problem?

You know judge Lantieri?
- No.

He's our new instruction judge.
Young, ambitious and very close to Cayenor.

He's at war with illegal gold mining.
- I see.

Good, 'cause he's keeping a close eye on you.

I heard him yell myself,
he's not gonna drop the Merlot case.

He's convinced it's all been staged
and you're behind it.

He claims he knows about an illegal mining site
and that was your motive.

He'll take action soon.

How does he know about the site?
- Thomas Perreira Sousa, aka Tomasinho.

He was gonna be extradited to Brazil
but he got a 10 months delay.

Just the time to testify in a public hearing.
- Well played.

I won't keep you any longer, I know you're busy.
- Thank you, Counselor.

Hello, officer.
Girls, go take a walk.

Serra.

I got something to show you.

You and Anita...
Anita and you.

I have videos too.

You no longer watch me... you watch OVER me.

If anything happens to me,
you'll become a porn star. Is that clear?

Fuck off.

Anything you hear, you tell me.

We got a judge on our ass.
- For what? - Everything.

Merlot, the camp, the shootout...
Tomasinho put him up.

I've already warned Waki.
We better close the camp for now.

I'll go.
- No, I'll do it.

Belaçaï is clean.
They can check the accounts as much as they want.

And Sarah Bernhardt?
It takes 2 years to fully exploit that mine.

They won't leave us alone.
- I know and I had an idea.

Another idea?

I'll go back to Paris, validate my internship
and graduate from the School of Mines.

A young graduate, already in Guyana,
who runs an agri-food company.

He might wanna diversify.
In gold, for example.

I raise a capital
and apply for a concession.

We'll mine Sarah Bernhardt... only legally.

We apply, get the concession
and open the mine.

You'll mine it.
Us, with our resume, we're getting no concessions.

It's the same...
- No, it's not.

You got a better idea?

I'll think about it.

You wanna keep the kid then?

He's very good at making deals... with anyone.
- I know.

You and me, we take 20 years
and keep our mouth shut.

But him... we have no way to be sure.
- I know!

When I'm there...
I'll decide if we still need him.

I'll let you know.

Your factory already exists,
it's called "Délices Guyane".

They make juice and preserves.
They pack, pasteurize... more or less everything.

Except açaï.

Maybe they just don't want to.
- Convince them... you're good at it.

I know what I'll do.
I won't ask for money, just technical support.

Then we'll start promotion, ok?

I saw you video on internet, the humanitarian and all that.
You're very good, Nathalie.

No.
- But why?

Bad memories.
- It's a damage for Belaçaï...

I won't be on TV!

The NGO I was working for,
they set me up

We were helping illegals and my boss
sold the sites' coordinates to Cayenor.

That's it... I didn't like it
and I reported it.

So they punished me.

It wasn't pleasant.

I had addiction problems at the time
and they used it against me.

So you ended up here with Serra.
- Yes.

At least he doesn't play games.
- That's for sure.

Idiot!

The camp is closed!
You're leaving tonight!

How much?
- 6,312 kilos.

It's 80 grams each. Tell them.
- Ok.

Junior is waiting at the dock.
Go upstream but not to Saint-Elias.

Every 5 km you disembark them 2 by 2
on the Brazilian side.

Women too?
- They also have legs.

When you're done, throw the guns in the river
and go back to Saint-Elias.

Go get Vao, I wanna talk to him.
Alone.

Vao, he wants to see you.

Yes, Mr. Serra?
- Here's your part.

My gold?
- 80 grams.

If you want an extra, I got a job for you.
- It depends.

You stay behind and wait for the police.

Tell them it's your camp,
you found it.

Make up a story about you being alone.
If they mention Antoine Serra, you don't know him.

Ok?

Make it quick.
- How much? - 100 grams.

At least 200, sir.

Fine. 200.

But... why me?
- 'Cause your face inspires confidence.

Even to me.

Antoine Serra... never heard.
- That's right.

Ready.

The moment they open the bags,
we're dead.

We're stealing from both Serra and the Quinteiros.
- No... Serra is stealing from the Quinteiros.

Hello, can I have a beer?

Is Serra in?
- No.

Tomorrow at dawn
it's better not to go in the jungle.

Tomorrow at dawn you better not be in the jungle.
- Ok. Dilma, pack your stuff, we're leaving.

Where's Claudio?
- In the carbet with the guys.

We gotta leave before dawn.
Hurry up.

We're ready.
- Come on!

Take off your hat.

Clear.
- You can come.

What's this bullshit?

Where's everyone else?

Looks like it's just him.

I found some gold
so I set up camp with a few others.

Then Tomasinho came
and took over the camp.

But the others wouldn't have it
so they fought and kicked Tomasinho out.

The dead are buried over there, sir.

Then what?
- Then the bad luck started. No mercury, no gold...

The others took my gold and left.
I have not the strength to fight back.

I just sit and wait.
Maybe they'll come back... maybe.

I don't know.

His story checks out.
Busted gas tanks and no mercury.

Bullshit! Two motor pumps
and a generator... he didn't do it by himself.

They've been tipped off, judge.
- It's all set up and ready.

If the site was profitable,
there would be 30 people here.

They would never leave all this stuff behind.
It's how they make a living.

So you believe him?
- Yes.

Ok, dismantle everything
and then we leave.

Dismantle!

My name's Berthier
and I own the biggest legal mine in Guyana.

Give me your boss's name
and I give you a legit job at Cayenor. What do you say?

I worked 10 years for Cayenor
and I've never been legit.

Whose chair is that?
- Mine.

It's Serra's.
- It's mine.

Antoine Serra! Say it!
- I don't know him...

That's enough!
- I don't know him...

Shall we take him to Cayenne?
Maybe prison will make him change his story.

Let him go tell his friends
their site is closed for good.

Let him go.

Yes?
- I'm coming back.

You found what you were looking for?
- Yes.

You still need the kid?

Did you tell him about our marriage?

It's no marriage, it's a civil union.
- Ok.

It's French stuff
and yes, I told him.

What did he say?
- Nothing, what should he say?

He's ok with it?
- Yes.

Vincent!

I need you.
We're going looking for Serra.

Now?
- Yes. Now.

Ok, I'm coming.

Vincent...

He wants to kill you.
- What...?

I know it.
Take this.

Are you coming?

I'm coming.

Come here.

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