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You didn't find him?

I looked everywhere, I don't know where he is.

I know something's happened to him.

He'll be back.

Completely wasted, but he'll be back.

Did you get any sleep?

Get some rest. I'll stay here. I'll tell you when I have news.

-I can't. -Yes, you can. Go on.

Hello.

Police.

Mr. and Mrs. Torres?

The parents of Tony Torres. Are they here?

He's my brother.

Go to the end, I'll be right over.

OK, thanks.

What do you want with Tony?

It's none of your concern. I need to speak to Mrs. Torres.

-Tell me what you want! -Whoa...

-You just waltz up here... -It's not like that.

-We wanna know! -You'll speak to Mrs. Torres.

-I'm not patronizing you. -Yes, you are!

Wait, calm down. This isn't against you...

What?!

Mom, the cops are here.

What do they want?

-Why not? She'll tell us anyway. -Just tell us now!

I can't tell you anything until I see Mrs. Torres. Is it clear?

No, it's not!

They want to see you about Tony. I hope he didn't do anything bad.

Hello. Mrs. Torres?

Is there somewhere private where we can talk?

It's about Tony Torres.

Mrs. Sara Torres?

It's my sad duty to inform you that...

we've found the body of a person who fits the description of your son,

Tony Torres.

It appears to be a suicide,

so of course we can't make it official

until you or your husband...

Get out.

Get out. This is my son's home.

Get out! Get out!

LÉTI

-Sure you don't want coffee or... -No.

Juan. Where's your daughter?

And in her wedding dress too!

It's true, it's bad luck.

Léti! Come here!

You want to embarrass your father? Where have you been?

I hope you weren't with Tony!

Juan!

Tony's dead.

Tony's dead!

Tony killed himself! He killed himself!

What are you looking at?

What a tragedy. First her husband, and now her son.

Can you believe it?

Tony must have done it for us.

It was his love for us that killed him.

Who says it wasn't for Léti.

Although I'm sad, I can't help but hope

that Juan won't change his mind.

We can't worry about Juan now, Uncle. We're in mourning for Tony.

Nothing will bring Tony back.

If you need anything, I'm here.

Thank you, Saint John.

My condolences.

Just so you know, an investigation will be opened.

What for, if he killed himself?

Do you remember a police raid at the Martigues dockyard?

Before a settling of scores between some dealers and a gang of gypsies?

What's that got to do with my son?

Nothing so far.

-All gypsies are criminals, right? -No, that's not what I meant.

Please follow me.

Forgive me.

I still can't believe he did it.

Everyone knows Tony wasn't well.

Ever since your dad's Saint Sara turned up again.

It was like he'd seen a ghost.

Jo, tell me the truth.

What really happened with Miguel?

He killed him, didn't he?

Was it him?

Why didn't you tell me?

It must have driven him crazy.

He deserved it.

If a gypsy kills his father,

he's either killed by the clan or disowned for life.

It's the ultimate disgrace. That's what he must have felt.

That's normal.

It's because of me.

I lost this at your dad's.

I replaced it with another so that nobody would notice.

I remember some things.

Small details.

I remember hurting all over.

A stain on the floor I couldn't stop looking at.

I begged my dad to stop sending me there.

He said he trusted me to deliver messages.

That he had no sons, so it was my job.

Your dad said that if I told anyone...

our families would be at war.

So I said nothing.

One day, the door opened.

And it was Tony.

He saw everything.

He grabbed me and took me home.

That's why he killed him.

That's why he killed himself.

Your brother saved me from your dad, Jo.

And it killed him.

Don't leave me, please.

What's up?

You wanted to see us?

I wanted to talk about Tony.

He was right.

Living with the Amayas won't solve our money issues.

True.

His plan was good.

He was just unlucky.

He said a gadjo snitched on you at the Calypso.

That gadjo piece of shit.

I want him here.

Can you help me?

Alright.

We're with you.

We'll find your gadjo.

You're my brothers now.

Got a piece for me?

What are you gonna do?

If there's more, you interested?

More? What do you mean?

Larger amounts, more often.

Or did you lose your touch?

When?

How much?

Patience, cousin.

Soon. I'll be in touch.

Take that!

Careful with my table!

Yeah.

The ace of aces!

-There you go, the ace of aces. -Oh, no!

-Dad. -There.

Yes, my girl.

Can I talk to you?

Go ahead.

In private.

We're all family here. What is it?

Right.

-Ready? -Go on.

There!

We'll play the decider later. Be right back.

What does it mean?

It means what it means.

I'm not a virgin. It is what it is.

Since when?

A long time.

Why are you telling me?

-Couldn't you handle it some other way? -Yes.

But no, actually.

-You had it planned all along. -No.

You don't have to believe me, but I didn't.

That son of a bitch...

Even dead, Tony's still ruining our lives.

Those fucking Torres!

If you turn them away, I'll tell everyone that you knew.

That you told me to put chicken blood on the handkerchief.

And how I'd accepted, but Tony's death changed my mind.

THE ICE PALACE

Hey, are you there, Jo?

Yeah!

-Alright, Uncle? Come on in. -No, it's OK.

I just wanted to show you this. Look at the news.

This Martinez guy who disappeared.

It was the same day you and Tony went to look for Miguel's camper.

52 years old, a retired junkyard worker...

Don't you think that's odd, Jo?

-I don't see the connection. -No? Well I do see one.

Between this Martinez disappearing and Tony's death...

What is this? You want to tarnish my brother's memory?

I called some cousins who know all the project gypsies.

They said that it was Martinez who sold them the camper.

They didn't kill Miguel.

That's the problem, do you understand?

I'm going to get everyone together and you'll explain us what you know.

You'll tell us the truth. You must have plenty to say about it.

Enough with all those lies!

Listen, everyone. Jo has something important to tell us.

It was Tony.

What do you mean?

Tony killed our old man.

It was an accident.

The old man was beating him again.

Tony just pushed him.

The old man fell and didn't get up.

Hold on, kid.

Are you saying that the project gypsies didn't kill him?

It was an accident.

I didn't even know.

He told me when we went to get the camper in Saint Gilles.

What was I supposed to do?

Rat him out? My own brother?

You'd have lynched him.

You wouldn't have done it either.

-You wouldn't rat on your brother. -No way, kid.

I'd never rat on my brother.

Tony killed his father.

We're fucked.

-You knew about this? -No.

My sister...

Your son took his own life, but...

he paid for his mistake, and he did it to protect us.

It spared us the shame.

What if Juan finds out the truth?

Are you going to tell him? You gonna tell him the truth?

No, never.

Nobody will tell Juan.

He can't know about this, ever!

If he finds out, no Torres will live on his land.

You're asking us to lie to Juan, when he's helping us.

-I don't lie. I ain't no lawyer! -Nobody's asking you to.

Nobody's asking any of you to lie!

If we say nothing, we're not lying.

That's true.

-For sure. -It ain't wrong.

We're gonna be OK.

I'm with you, Jo. We stick together.

Yeah, me too.

We're together.

I'm with you too, Jo.

We're a family. We'll be OK.

-Are we all with him? -Yeah, we're with him.

Michel, it's Jo. Come outside.

There's no problem. Come on.

I'm almost done packing my stuff.

What? What is it?

Welcome to the Torres!

-No! -Yes!

No way!

Go on, take a look.

Wow. Thanks!

It's OK, it's OK.

-Thank you! -Easy with the cuz!

-Like that is fine. -Thank you.

-Go on, look inside. -Yeah.

I'm going.

I'm going in...

Oh wow!

It's wonderful.

It's wonderful! Thank you!

Thank you!

-OK, Stork. Let's go. -Yeah.

-Don't move! -OK...

-What's going on? -Shut up and drive!

-I have two kids... -Stop whining and drive!

You know what my dad used to say?

No.

Be the butcher, not the calf!

Did he throw him in yet?

No, they're talking.

Just talking?

We can make this right. We're gonna work together.

Start by hooking me up with the Calypso guy, the supplier.

I don't know him. Ruben dealt with him.

I only transport the boats.

You just got promoted!

I haven't got the guy's number, Ruben has.

Ruben's dead! OK?

You go search his place, his computer, whatever...

But get me his number, and fast!

I don't want him to start supplying someone else.

-Do you understand? -I understand.

-Take him home. -What?

-But he's a snitch. -We should feed him to the eels!

-Let 'em eat his eyes out... -No!

I need him alive!

He promised me a name and number.

You take him home and you watch him.

-You sure about this? -Don't worry.

-Stand up, asshole! -Let's go!

Come on, bulls...

The gadjo came through. I got the supplier's number.

Thanks, bro.

-Let's go and say hello. -Yeah, come on.

-Hello. How was the drive? -Fine...

Welcome, Sara.

You OK, Sara?

Fine.

I hope your people behave themselves.

We'll set an example.

Can't be that hard. You and I aren't so different.

Says the scorpion to the frog!

Subtitles by: Valerie Le Guen