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That's it, it's over. He's gonna turn us in.

We're going to prison.

What the hell?

I guess if we send him the money, he won't turn us in.

Wait, so we might not go to prison?

Yeah.

We have a minute to decide.

We don't need a minute. There's nothing to discuss.

Let's just pay, right?

Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

Cash gives you freedom too, bro.

Know what? I don't give a damn, I'll take the rap.

I'll do two years in jail, and… you guys keep my share safe until I'm back.

Should be worth it, right?

Wait, there's no way. Are you crazy?

He's trying to get us charged with attempted premeditated murder.

You think you'll only get two years? Forget it, it's gonna be ten times that.

Twenty years?

-Come on, let's do it. -Done.

David, please.

A bank account in Panama? Come on.

Well, we have three days to convince Victoire to transfer the money to him.

She'll never agree to that.

Right? We almost drowned her today.

I have an idea.

Hey, just do it, Jess!

-This where you want it? -Yeah, right there.

Okay. Wait, I don't wanna hurt you.

Come on, damn it, that's the whole point.

-Just do it, imagine I'm… Spyratos. -Okay.

What?

Solal Spyratos, the kid that gave her that nickname in middle school, right?

-Remember? -Oh, Craphead.

Yeah.

Craphead.

-I remember, Jess shit her pants. -That's enough, guys. Shut up already.

-Sorry. -Hey, Craphead.

-You Craphead, you reek of shit. -Craphead? Really?

-Really? -Craphead, you're the shit!

-Really wanna call me that? -Wait…

Oh!

-That really hurt, Jess. -I'm sorry, Léo…

-You okay, bro? -No!

It's your fault! What's wrong with you? Why'd you duck?

I'm sorry. When something's coming at you, you dodge it. It's a reflex.

-Hey, David! -Yeah?

Are you okay?

That's it, damn it! Taking me by surprise.

-Good job, great. -Thanks.

That fucking was low, Sam.

-I love it. -I'm okay. Nothing broken.

Shit.

-What? -Your tooth's broken.

-What? -Yeah.

Oh no, my tooth.

Oh, Léo, I'm so sorry.

-Oh no, Jess, I have to find it. -Let me see.

Wait, that's really convincing. That's fucked.

-No… -Is this bleeding enough?

-Yep. It's perfect. -For sure.

-Okay, let's go. -All right.

No, no, no. David, I'm not going. Hold on.

-Let's go, hurry up, Léo. -But I have to look for my tooth.

Wow, oh man, this is awful!

How many were there?

-Four. -Three.

Yeah, I mean, three, four, or five, like, I-I can't remember.

It all happened so fast, y'know, it was--

Well, one thing's for sure.

It was an organized gang of bad guys.

Like, really real bad guys.

-I can't believe it. -These guys were super scary.

Like, super organized, with, uh, like…

Because they were…

-They looked at us with this look… -Shut up.

Anyways, organized or not, it wasn't a tiny, little organized

"tea party," you know. It was more like… like, ah! A punch party.

You see this?

-Oh wow. Geez, you guys. -Yeah. Yeah.

-Yeah, it was awful. -"Hey, you! Black guy!" Bam!

-And there goes his tooth, flying away. -Metis…

Racists too? Oh my God.

It gets worse, they said, "We know you're a group of five."

-Mm-hmm. -"We'll… We'll find all of you."

"We know where you live!"

"We know what you eat for breakfast every day!"

"We-We even know your shoe size! You're size eight and a half,

you're five and a half, you're six, and you've got pretty big feet--"

Hey, Léo, you're getting off track here. Anyway… They pulled out a big knife

and threatened us, y'know? I mean, it was saw-toothed--

-What? -Serrated. Super sharp.

Stop, it's getting worse and worse.

-Yeah, I agree. -This is crazy. I'm-I'm just--

They want all the money. They want us to…

…to transfer it in two days.

They said we definitely can't call the police.

Fucking organized gangs! God damn it.

Okay, don't panic.

We have to call the Bad Boys.

They're the only ones we can trust.

Will Smith, Martin Lawrence.

My love, take your phone and call them now.

Okay… Oh, wow. Just… Watch the carpet, love nugget.

Oh yeah, my bad.

-Whatever, anyway, let's get back to-- -No, no. Not the time for your weird shit.

Don't you get it? These people know everything about you, about us.

What if they're at your mom's house right now with AKs?

With AKs?

Yes, AK-47s!

Okay, got it.

We can't call the police.

So we should just pay up.

-Uh… -Yeah.

He's got a point, doesn't he?

-Great idea. -You're so right, man.

Well, uh, I mean, yes. Of course, yes.

For sure. I'll call my bank manager.

Seriously, I won't let anyone hurt you guys, okay?

Shame about Martin Lawrence, though.

Love his work.

It's cool, guys. I gotta say, I'm kinda relieved.

I mean, this whole thing was really stressing me out.

At the end of the day, we're broke, but we're free. And we're together.

Yeah.

But we're broke.

No more money, no more problems, right?

Hey, David.

No money, no problems.

No problems.

BRING ME MY MONEY OR I'LL KILL YOU. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.

Hey, David.

We'll be okay.

You know what? To me, you guys are worth more than 17 million.

-Aww… -Yeah, I mean that.

No, I'm not saying that so you… so I get…

-You coming? -All right, girls, real inspiring.

I'll leave you with Bob Ross here.

-I've got stuff to do, okay? -Where are you going?

Hey, David!

What's he doing?

Who's Bob Ross?

-Is Samir-- -Hey, hey, hey. Wait over there.

He's in a meeting.

Two million paid up front, and the market's yours.

Okay, if he can guarantee I'll be the only seller in the area, that works for me.

It's okay.

What did he say?

It's-It's okay…

But don't play any stupid games, or we'll stick dynamite right up your ass.

Okay.

I'll see you out.

Oh, sorry. How's it going?

What up, Samir?

Did you see my new associates?

Metalhead drug dealers, pretty awesome, am I right?

Yeah, they look cool.

Yeah. I'm outta the minor leagues now.

Thanks to you, I'm going wholesale.

-Really? -Have a seat, go on.

So… Where are you with the paperwork?

Those guys aren't messing around. I promised them money.

I can't back down now.

Right, uh…

Actually, Samir, I, uh… I--

I have to tell you, uh…

Hold on, hold on. Stop. What's with the face?

You're scaring me, bro.

This has to go smoothly.

I have to give them the money right away,

or else we're all getting shot in the head.

You, your little gang, and even me.

Get the picture?

Uh, yeah, I get the picture.

No, but don't worry. I'll have it on my birthday.

I was thinking about something else, but it's no big deal.

I'll have it on my birthday.

The night of your party, then.

The party.

Yeah, man.

I mean, just… just a few days later,

long enough to… long enough to open an account.

Then I'll get the deposit, ba-bam. Then we'll be good.

Hm.

I'm gonna give you a little birthday present.

My baby's gonna tag along, help you with the arrangements and stuff.

That's nice, I appreciate it, but I'm all good--

-Don't worry about it. She's good. -No, Samir, I'm good on my own--

You don't get it. She's doing it. Okay?

Talk to her.

-Okay. -Okay?

Yeah, for sure. Thanks for the help.

Now go.

And since I can't give him his money, you know…

Wait, but what exactly does that mean?

It means I have to disappear.

And you guys too.

Wait, what?

Are you kidding?

You do realize what you're saying, right?

I know. I'm sorry.

I don't get it. Why didn't you tell us as soon as he found out about the money?

Because, we had the money, y'know? I…

I was gonna pay him with my share, so it wasn't a huge problem. But now…

So, David, you're saying we won't be able to see our families?

Not until the heat dies down.

Why would the heat die down?

I don't know, Sam. I don't know.

So we escaped prison, and now we're on the run. Just like that.

Awesome.

I know, I'm sorry. It's…

I feel terrible. I'm sorry. But this is a question of life or death.

Okay?

Samir doesn't trust me, y'know? It's bad.

He put his girl on my back to help organize the party.

So I can't cancel. I'm fucked.

So try to stay chill until the party. Don't…

Don't say anything, okay?

And then we get outta here.

I…

I thought, maybe we… I don't know, maybe we could go to Thailand.

Whoa, David. That's really far.

You, you, you. It's always about you and your stupid plans.

Y'know what? I knew you'd be the one to blow it.

Jess, don't.

Samia?

Samia?

Samia? That's better.

Samia, don't you think it's really weird?

And then she says, "No. What?"

I MISS YOU

Slow down!

Steve!

Nolan, stop running!

Guys!

Y'know, you mentioned before, uh, s-something about a form I could, uh…

I could fill out in order to…

To find out my origins or whatever, like…

Because I… Yeah, I think it's about time I know for sure…

about where… where I come from.

I thought I was gonna be sad, y'know?

With… with this whole thing,

a-about losing everything.

But, I'm happy I'm leaving with you.

Look what I bought.

Shit, I better go buy the tickets.

I wanted to introduce you two before--

I'm elated for the privilege to make your acquaintance, Pacôme.

Um… Well, so am I. So am I.

-Mom. -Hmm?

You can speak normally.

Amazing. Bring it in, Pacôme.

Mwah, mwah!

Look at you!

It's nice to meet you. I'm so happy you two found each other.

So you work here, huh? I love this place, it's gorgeous.

Okay. Um…

Are you sure you don't want to fly?

Because by boat, you're looking at an 18-day trip to Thailand.

No, no, um, don't worry about it.

A good card game with some friends up on the deck, and the time just flies, right?

Well, uh, whatever you prefer.

It's not me.

I mean, it's not what I prefer. It's… for the planet.

-Okay. -Okay.

'Kay. Sounds good.

What's up?

I have to tell you something.

Come in.

David got us into deep shit.

We gotta get out of Marseille or they're gonna kill us.

But the blackmailer has all of our money.

Shit, Sam, why didn't you give me the fucker's bank details?

I could've traced him, y'know?

Don't do that.

I have to leave.

-What? -I don't even know why I came here.

Hey, hey, hey, Samia.

Trust me, this is not over.

Send me the info, and I swear I can sort this out.

So? C'mon, do you love it or not?

Uh… I love it. I love it.

Seriously, this venue is super practical.

There's a sneaky-ass side door just for the catering crew.

-Oh yeah. -Look at the size of that dance floor.

There's a parking lot around front. People can be outside, inside.

-And you won't believe the sound system. -Oh yeah?

You've never heard anything like it. Wow. The bass is like…

Wow, that's intense. Intense.

It's the best in Marseille.

But to be honest, it's… I mean, it's not really what I had in mind.

Y'know? I already… I mean, uh, I was thinking of something else.

What, now you wanna be difficult about it?

No, no, no. No way. No, it's just…

I already book… I booked a villa. I already paid for it.

-So yeah, y'know, I already got the venue. -Wait, hold on. Hold up.

A'ight, I'm gonna break it down for you.

I actually planned Tony Parker's wedding.

Oh.

So I'm doing you a favor by only charging 15K.

Fifteen K?

Uh, right.

You're a fucking pain in the ass. I'm better off calling Samir.

No, no, no. It's fine, no need. Don't bother him, it's fine. Yeah, 15K.

No problem. It's fine. Plus, uh…

-I mean, Tony Parker, that's super… mm… -Go on, beat it.

-Get out of here! -Oh! Okay.

Bro, if this is a joke, it's not funny. Are you serious?

Man, holy shit, how'd you do it?

It's all thanks to Samia, not me.

She gave me his bank info and…

I traced the account and hacked it, y'know?

So, like, that's it, you sent the money back to Victoire's account?

No, no, no, not yet.

But I did manage to switch the login details

last time he logged into his Panama bank account.

The money needs to reach his account first.

But we should get the money back soon.

God, I've got emotional fucking whiplash!

With his IP address, I found some freaky stuff about him.

Like, crazy freaky, guys.

No way.

So I can blackmail him anytime I want.

I sent him a message telling him to leave you alone.

If he doesn't, I'll call the cops.

But who is this guy? Do we know him? Who is it?

No. I only have his username, not his real name.

Sorry. I, uh… I don't I get it, I'm confused.

So are we really getting the money back?

Yeah. You probably will be.

-You just have to wait a few days. -Okay.

You're fucking amazing.

-That's what I'm talking about! -Oh, thank God!

-Hey, we're staying in Marseille! -Holy shit, this is amazing!

I'm so happy we're back together.

Wait.

Are you sure you want this?

Or is it because of the money?

Seriously?

I don't know anymore.

This is the first time I've felt relaxed in weeks.

It's not about the money.

Hey.

How are ya?

Good.

-How 'bout you? Were you at Paul's? -Yeah.

Cool.

You sure you're okay, Léo?

No, yeah, I'm fine.

Well, I'm gonna take a shower.

Wait.

Can I tell you something?

Um. Yeah, yeah, sure. Sounds serious.

Um…

Samia?

Yeah?

Samia.

Uh, yeah?

Don't you think it's, uh, kinda weird?

-What? -What?

Well, I don't know.

I thought I was gonna be sad, y'know?

This whole thing about losing everything…

But I'm happy, y'know?

-I'm actually happy because I'm leaving-- -Hold on.

You know we don't have to leave anymore, right?

Uh, right.

Uh, yeah, we don't have to… to leave anymore, yeah.

I'm so bad at this, I can't say it.

Say what?

I miss you when you're not here.

And when you are here, I mean, I-I want to kiss you.

That's it.

I'm in love.

-Wow. Okay… -With you.

Wow, yeah, of course.

Uh…

Why are you telling me this now?

I don't know. I needed to realize it myself.

It's not… I mean, it's…

Holy shit, you just got me all confused.

-No, forget it, then. I'm sorry, I-- -No, no, it's…

I've been sending you signals for months and you never noticed, but now, you're…

Well, I mean, me and signals…

You know, uh, my antenna's shit.

-Hey! -Ahh!

-Hey. -What the hell are you doing?

-A game. -We're looking…

for a game, you know? A board game.

Why are you guys acting so weird?

-We're acting normal. -Huh.

-Okay… -He's being weird.

-Did you find the game? -No.

I'm exhausted. That crazy bitch wants me to try, like,

every single taco in Marseille for my bar mitzvah.

Who? Samir's girlfriend?

Yeah. She's fucking creepy, dude.

Okay, I need your help, guys.

Come with me and say they're all terrible, or else I'm completely fucked.

Hm.

I'm out. I have practice, so…

-See you. -Yeah, for sure.

-Okay. -See you.

-How 'bout you? -Uh…

No, I'm busy. I think I'm making veggie curry with my mom.

You're gonna ditch me for that? Come on.

-Do you have to do that tonight? -I do.

I can't, because the veggies are perfectly ripe tonight, just how I like 'em.

The veggies are perfectly ripe, just like you like 'em?

That's right, sorry.

Nothing I can do. The veg basket arrives tonight, straight from the farm.

Well, I dunno, make soup tomorrow.

I don't want soup. I want curry. I'm not gonna settle.

You're not making curry. You're making soup.

You show up outta nowhere

and wreck the moment with tacos and whatever

-and you expect me to-- -Guys, I think she forgot her sports bag.

WHAT ARE YOU UP TO? I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU…

Excuse me, excuse me.

Have you seen Samia?

What… Samia? Samia Lasry?

-Yeah. -She's done playing.

What, like done with practice already?

No, like done for good.

Uh, sorry, I'm talking about Samia… Samia, number ten.

Yeah, I know. She hasn't come to practice in weeks.

-Wait, what the hell? -Why didn't she tell us?

And what the fuck is she doing whenever she says she's training?

You don't think it could've been her, do you?

No.

No, no, no. No. Samia's family.

Well, yeah, yeah, I know, but…

Fuck… She's the only one who skipped her dare.

And the guy spying on us at the cliffs?

That's right, she chased him, right?

Then she came back saying, like, "Yeah, I lost him in a construction site."

-Or whatever. -Hang on, I'll call her.

Shit, it's going straight to voicemail.

Ugh, God damn it. Come on, we need to check.

I've made you some homemade fish and chips. I hope you like it.

-Here. -Wow.

Is it okay if we watch the soccer match?

Like, will it make you sad? We can watch something else.

Nah, don't worry. It's no problem.

It is what it is. It's fine.

Mmm. So freaking good!

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

I thought I'd die when you left me.

I never want us to be apart.

So, what's your prediction?

Hmm… Two-one.

You're insane. No way they're scoring.

Okay, so this is where I fell.

Samia went that way, and then turned left.

That's where she said she lost him, right?

So there should be a construction site.

Fuck. I can't believe it.

You're right, there's no construction site.

Hold on, look. There's a camera up there.

So what? What can we do? We can't get the footage.

Son of a bitch!

I know someone who might be able to get the footage.

Yes, come in.

-Hello. -Hello, Jessica.

Have a seat, please.

-Thanks for getting back to me. -Well, thank you for coming to see me.

Uh… Look, Jessica. I'm terribly sorry about what happened the other night.

You mean, uh, for patronizing my mother or for not recognizing her?

Wow. Uh…

Hold on, I'm sorry. I don't know your mother.

Yes, you do.

In fact, 17 years ago, you slept with her.

After a night out at Blue Cargo.

What are you talking about?

I mean, as I'm sure you can imagine,

there came a day when I started asking questions…

But she couldn't handle telling me the truth.

So she fed me some story about, uh, an impossible love.

-Wait, are you sure about this? -Mm. Yeah. I'm sure.

But, fine. Anyway, it doesn't matter. That's not why I'm here to see you.

Uh… Actually, I have an urgent favor to ask you.

Do you have any contacts in the police?

Um, yes, why?

MOVEMENT DETECTED IN LÉO'S ROOM

Huh?

Where you going?

I don't get it. Why did she send us Paul's address?

What's that about?

I dunno, I don't like this at all.

It could be a trap, shit.

Like what?

Well, guys, maybe that asshole Paul is in on it with her, right?

You can't be serious, guys. Come on.

You're-You're being paranoid. This is Samia, right?

Hey, she-she could be in danger.

I'm making an omelet for you. Most important meal of the day.

What are you doing?

I'm out of battery.

I got it, there's a charger right here.

Still going straight to voicemail, shit.

Whatever, guys, I'm going. You do whatever you want.

-It's been too long. -Bro!

Wait, hold on, Léo! I-I just got the video.

See, there you have it. A construction site.

I told you, you guys were tripping.

Wait, hold on. Pause it.

I think I saw his face.

No way.

That son of a bitch.

Oh my God.

What's wrong?

Nothing, just, uh, I'm not feeling great. I just need to go home, really.

No, no, stay here.

Just kick back and relax in my bed.

'Cause today, I'm taking care of you, okay?

S-Samia!

Paul!

What's up?

Where's Samia?

I'm here.

We've been looking all over for you.

Your dad was in an accident.

-Yeah. -What?

-What happened? -Uh, it's no big deal.

But don't worry, I mean, he just, like, fell down some stairs, and--

Right, it's more of a scare than anything, but he wants to see you.

Yeah.

-Come on, let's go. -Okay.

Wait, hold on, uh… Don't you want me to come with?

-No, don't worry. I'll call you in a bit. -Yeah, yeah.

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