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what hope...

has a young person...

That is born...

in a soulless neighborhood...

who lives...

in an ugly building?

Surrounded...

by buildings that compete in ugliness.

In a society that would rather turn a blind eye...

and only intervenes if it gets the chance...

to reprimand and forbid.

They're known as taggers.

At night they go out with markers and spray cans.

They love subway cars.

these terrorists with colored bombs are all children.

The 22-year-old student, Malik Oussekine, died...

of a heart attack caused by police brutality.

MALIK, REST IN PEACE

I stole spray cans.

Almost got stabbed.

Not over my tag.

Cool, man.

I'll get the doors.

Is there any beer left?

Pay attention.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Quick, take the picture.

Yeah. It's fine.

Wait.

Suprême, damn.

Let's go.

SUPRÊMES

THE CHALLENGE OF SECULARISM

TV programmes and politicians say rap is for suckers

I say: too many miscarriages of justice

Dad snatched a roast.

Are you okay? -Where were you? -Where were you?

You were gone for two days.

I sucked at God. I'll give you my regards.

Doesn't God shower?

Cause you stink.

My dear Gigi, you are so beautiful.

Where's your down jacket? -Which one?

That you had to take back to Tacchini.

Already done.

Then why do they keep bothering me?

Get this in your head.

You get paid if the clothes are are returned after the shoot.

You're just a courier.

Crystal clear.

Can you lend me some pants? I have to go to my father.

Mine's dirty.

I want that jacket back.

I'll take care of it.

Get back to work! Enough of this.

Yes, we need to rehearse.

Sorry, go ahead.

The Assassins, live from Northern Paris.

i'm going to tell you a story and brag

I'd even call it art.

i'm going to tell you a story and brag

I'd even call it art.

Killer one, I know you're out in the cold.

Today as tomorrow Do you believe what we're told?

Can you hear me? Paris, that's where I live.

I keep calling, but no one answers.

Then hang up.

What are you laughing at?

You guys rap in French. Like two clowns.

Two what? -Clowns.

Rap is American, didn't you know?

We're going to make our mark. Not just on walls.

Shut up, Solo.

Do you think you're American with your bling?

That's not the point.

Then what?

Come talk when you do something.

As soon as I grab the microphone, you can sit down...

and shut up.

Battle cry.

I'm good. Look at this.

I'm in my seat.

They're still looking another group for Saturday?

Yes. -Because you're so cool, right? -Yeah.

Yeah, come on.

Don't move.

What size do you have?

Answer me, asshole.

Medium.

Dad, will you put my bag away?

Aren't you eating? -I'm going for a walk. I'm going for a walk. See you later.

TOUFIK OUANES, REST IN PEACE

Didier, new haircut?

Who's there?

Answer. I hear you.

Why didn't you say something? I almost hit you.

What are you writing? Show me.

No.

Is that your diary?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. You write, that's nice.

That's life.

What is it, asshole?

Did you hear of Squat and Solo's performance?

They think they're fat.

We'll show them they're nothing.

I don't get it.

We're performing.

You can't be serious. Are you serious?

Are you out of your mind? You're insane.

What should we do?

We can do it.

What? We're tap dancing?

Dance, I'm gonna rap.

On stage, microphone in hand.

All right?

We're going to look like fools.

Oh, shit.

I guess my lyrics are stupid.

What have we got to lose?

What about you?

Gentlemen. -I know them by heart. -Yeah.

Next time I tattoo the French flag on my ass.

This performance is going to be a bloodbath. -More better.

We're not rappers.

You look like a Caribbean crab fisherman. -Shut your Portuguese mouth.

Give me a hit.

Let's hear it.

What? -Out of your mind.

He challenges me.

Off the top of my head?

Inspire me, baby.

I'm going to teach you a lesson and molest your sister.

No, keep it clean.

I'll take your sister...

Neat?

I'm going to teach you a lesson undress your sister.

Is that good?

She knows who kissed her.

The beast breathes in and out deeply.

as it lures its prey into a trap.

Okay, go on.

Don't go too far. -Go on.

Go on, it's all right.

Cool, Kool Shen? -Go on.

Give me a word.

Go on.

I'm not a word processor. -Go on. -Yeah. It's all right.

That was something.

Really? -Go on.

in harmony

magnetising

in harmony, blending mixing words

Our posse rules the neighborhood

I rap like an acrobat.

right off the street My prose is great.

No one will stand up to me.

My knowledge is extensive...

Go for it, Joey Starr.

Shen is here.

It's K-O-O-L S-H-E-N

Cool Shen

I'm useless. -No, it's cool. -No. 165 No, I didn't write that.

authentic, because I resist

radically opposed, sensational

I'm always on duty I have the gift

I'm wide awake

wherever

on a bench in the park, or with a joint?

Yes, in your ass

Really?

Jerk.

That was cool. -Not true.

It's not going well.

Wait, that could be the chorus.

What? Yes, I have the gift

on a park bench with a joint -whatever you want

Really?

I have the gift -however it fits

whatever you want -on a bench, or with a joint

no

No, what? Really?

I have the gift, however it fits, really

I have the gift, on a bench, with a joint, right?

No, stop it, that's stupid.

I like it.

It doesn't mean anything. -Our bank.

'I have the gift on a bench or with a joint?

Why are you picking on me?

You don't write it down.

No, because it's stupid.

Let's do this. It's catchy.

Okay, boss.

But I do add something.

Shouldn't we go to S?

You don't have a beat.

Franck, have you been outside?

Is he all right?

He makes beats, the beatmaker.

Very good. Keep scratching.

Grand Master S.

Now you've hurt him.

Didier. Good to see you, cousin.

What's up, man? -I didn't know you were coming. -Yeah.

What brings you here?

You know that I never miss a free meal.

Did you see your daddy turn? Not bad for an old man.

Hi, Uncle.

What's that?

My things.

I want to go home, stop hanging around.

In the meantime.

You wanna dance?

I'm here for dinner, not dancing. -Come on.

I don't want to jam, I want to eat.

Come on, let's dance. -No.

Come on.

You there.

How dare you uninvite to come to my birthday?

Why are you here?

And who did you steal those pants from?

I bought it.

It only comes up to your ankles.

Do you know what my son does for a living?

He's stealing. 228 He draws on walls like a ten-year-old child.

He dances, on cardboard.

He sleeps in the streets and pisses in the subway.

He's a bum.

A good-for-nothing.

A criminal.

You know I don't speak Creole.

I'm ashamed of you, Didier Morville.

You're nothing.

Nothing.

Now get out.

Where is he?

We're going in. -We're here because of him.

He'll be here.

We're part of the group.

Damn it, I swear. -Bruno, calm down.

Quiet? We agreed to coordinate some things.

And now what?

He won't show up.

Look, they're here.

What are they doing here? I told you outside.

Hey, guys.

Nikoumouk. The posse is here.

Are you okay? -Bruno, are you all right? -I'm fine.

Is Didier here? -No, not yet. -No.

Where is he?

Yazid. What's been happening?

Those dirty cops.

Were you with Didier?

Suprême NTM 93, or so ...

When can you? -How many groups?

We're the first.

First.

Suprême Nikoumouk is here.

Where have you been? Get us out of here.

Calm down. Calm down. I'm here.

The whole neighborhood is there.

Have you lost your balls or something?

Let's go for it. 267 Where are the Assassins?

Are you okay?

MC Suprême NTM, Seine-Saint-Denis.

Did you bring your chair?

No problem, man.

Your first time, so suck it up.

Okay, baby.

Relax, Shen. It's only a rap.

93, let's hear it.

Is the Globo full tonight?

Is my breakdance group here tonight?

Saint-Denis, make yourself heard.

Tonight the street takes over.

Suprême Nikoumouk. Shen and Joey.

Tony, my mate Reek, my buddy Lazer, Lady V...

... and my mate Yazid.

Mehdi, Kast...

Come on. Suprême Nikoumouk, Come on, DJ.

a new one to take into account

Suprême NTM, always partying.

I'm here. Get high.

You like my lyrics.

Clear your head of any doubt.

Drink my words -learn them well

Your brain will explode, you will hear I have some magic potion for you.

I come in like an enema so bend over

Shen, inventor of verbal sodomy

really? I have the gift, however it fits.

Really?

I have the gift, whatever you want.

I have the gift.

however it fits. I have the gift, damn it.

Joey, tell them.

Joey Starr, on fire.

He doesn't play games

hardcore, 93 has more

I'll hit the bull's-eye no one can touch me

Because my text is coarse -hardcore as the neighborhood

Unbeatable

So much style, so much speed.

NTM Suprême says: 'fuck your mother'

Tell them

Yes.

Your mother is my muse, all naked.

masterclass held J-o-e-y S-t-a-r-r

He's got balls of steel, keeps it real

I don't need permission north is here

You know I'm not lying.

It's too late, I can't wait

to walk all over you -with pleasure

I do, I have the gift

Faster. Push that body harder.

The hardcore champion, no competition

The north wind blows the fakes flat

I do, I have the gift

Do you feel like it?

I'm enjoying myself.

Suprême Nikoumouk.

Nikoumouk 93.

Let's hear it.

Go, DJ. -Detonator S.

So your mind must keep up

The more I rave, the better I score.

hardcore on the beat for 93

Follow my thoughts, follow my flow.

Wordplay, always on pace

with ease

we stunned, forming sound

The rap kings are taking you out.

Listen to my skills.

together with my posse from Saint-Denis

with the power of hardcore

My lyrics are raging, 93 style.

back into the rhythm, so now and then

To prove rap is mine.

My purpose is pure prose, so I demand

That you're dripping -with our master beat

I'll ram my rhythm into your head until it drives you crazy.

and I raise the stakes

hotter, with high stakes.

I have a feeling it's all me

You really do. You have the gift.

however it fits, whatever you want

I do, I have the gift

I have the gift.

Saint-Denis.

Are you awake?

Suprême Nikoumouk.

93 is not going anywhere.

NTM. NTM.

Who's the killer here?

Hey, Didier.

Next time...

the chorus needs to be tighter.

Wait, I don't get it.

What next time?

We got the job done.

End of story.

We've made our point.

But we're not rappers.

If Solo and Squat can do it, we can do it too.

Solo and Squat? Who wants to be like that?

We just rehearse a few times.

What don't you understand?

Nice, guys.

I'm looking for NTM.

Yes, they're there.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Hello, ma'am. -Hello. -Hello.

Hello.

Looking for Gay Pride?

Franck Chevalier, a friend of Gigi's. I saw you at the Globo the other day.

So what?

I'm gonna be your manager.

Of what?

The group on that stage.

There is no group. It was just one performance.

It would be a shame to stop.

What was I saying?

You guys were cool, like a group of Americans.

Americans.

Americans still do.

Kool Shen. Kool Shen.

Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!

So what do you do as a manager?

I can arrange a contract.

I know people in the music industry.

What kind of work do you do?

Press agent for Jean-Paul Gaultier.

Yes, it is.

You don't understand something.

No, we're rappers. We have nothing to do with...

See how we look?

Seriously, what is this?

What do you mean?

I need to know who belongs to the group.

We all do. What's your problem? -Everybody.

Is he with the group?

He's in the group, he is.

We don't know about him.

Those are our dancers.

He's my size.

DJ S is our DJ.

Vivi is our choreographer.

Nice to meet you.

And what do you do?

I'm 16.

He's trying to smoke.

I'll handle security.

You don't say.

That's right, we're in this together.

Live and die.

That seems clear to me.

You start by promoting your demo.

There's no demo.

Then we'll have to make one.

And a little tour.

What?

No bullshit.

We don't do neat little rooms.

No, I didn't mean that either.

I promise.

Believe me.

So there's 30 of you...

or something.

You're rappers and you're called...

"Fuck your mother.

Suprême Nique Ta Mère.

Nikoumouk.

You got that?

Put some pants on.

Find a copywriter.

I beg your pardon? -That changes everything.

A copywriter? What do you mean?

You got some nerve.

We don't want that.

That's normal in the music business.

Sorry, but no one understands your lyrics.

Where does your copywriter about writing? About us?

He's never been to the ghetto.

Not even in a taxi.

Our artists write about everything. -Oh, yeah?

Hip-hop is not a market, it's a philosophy.

Yes.

That's true.

But next year it will be maybe not anymore, so think about it.

Listen carefully.

Go fuck your mother.

You know what I mean?

You wanted text.

I'll call you.

They're cheating us. You bastards!

Fill up the walls.

Stop.

Guys, stop.

Hello, ma'am.

What does NTM mean?

This is our area.

Go fuck your mother somewhere else.

Never mind.

We're fucking your mother.

First of all, I don't have a mother.

We come to play for free in Trappes and then you throw shit at us?

Shut up, 93.

Grow up.

Relax, we're here to play.

Yeah, this is 78.

What is this, the mafia?

We're coming to perform, we're not taking your territory.

Get out of here. Take your friend.

Some people want to hear rap.

Saint-Denis, make yourself heard.

Go ahead, Detonator.

Go ahead.

Saint-Denis. -You ready?

Easy, guys. We're going to have fun.

You bastards! This is our territory.

Hey, here comes the mover.

and his sidekick, the self-centered killer

la-la-la lyrical, linguistic gladiator

Great Inquisitor of Style

Dodging bullets, a radical He-Man.

from north to south, a poetic demon

linguistic acrobat without a safety net, here comes the bogeyman.

The boogie, the bogeyman

boogie, man

I am the bogeyman

Take it easy, guys.

Chino, stop.

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Get out of here!

Seventy-eight.

No more youth centers. We're walking home like a bunch of suckers.

And our cars are wrecked.

Yes, a complete defeat.

Torn clothes? Gigi will kill me.

Fuck the clothes. So what?

What do we say to Gigi?

Go fuck your mother. -Right.

What difference does it make?

It could have gone wrong.

Chino, wake up.

Put the gun down.

He's defending us. They're getting hit.

Listen.

This is North Paris, not the Bronx.

We don't want a war between gangsters.

We want to make music...

that appeals to people like us and even that won't work.

How so? When they throw beer cans at me?

I'll cancel some gigs.

Next time we open with Excalibur.

They'll keep their mouths shut.

That's great. I can see it.

You, in a suit of armor with swords and arrows...

riding your little horse.

Fuck off, Claudia Schiffer.

You think you have style? 526 Let it go. You've got no balls.

That's how you get hit.

O, Fortuna

O, 93

Come here and suck.

My big cock.

Watch out! Watch out!

What do you want? -Dirty bastard.

That's how you can make an impression.

And get respect from a record company.

So we can get a copyist?

That kind?

It's different.

I'm trying, okay?

Did your mom give the demo to Sony?

Who knows your mother at Sony?

You almost ran me over, asshole.

You were on the road. I'm moving out for talent.

I sang opera. So what?

Any problems?

What about Sony?

They're friends of mine.

If you want an appointment, I can arrange it.

Friends of yours? -Yes.

I know people in music.

Looking for a record company? No problem.

Who is this joker?

How should I know?

What do you want?

I'm Sébastien Farran.

I saw you open for the Assassins.

That was good, so I came tonight.

That wasn't so good.

Watch out.

You have talent, so if you want a contract...

How old are you?

Nineteen.

I like him, with his hair.

I'll ride along.

Get out of here.

I'm going for a ride.

I'm sick of wandering the streets.

What's this?

A phone in your car?

Yeah, man. -We're champions.

Phone in the car. -Sit down.

We're winners.

World Champion.

Sit.

Can you call whoever you want?

Who and when I want.

Then call your barber.

Do you perform a lot?

Why? You gonna be our manager?

You're too small.

And we already have Frankie.

That blond guy?

Is he paying you?

Otherwise, he's not a real manager.

Do you even know what NTM means?

I know 30 men is too many.

That's impossible. -Oh, yeah?

And who says that?

Think you're in yet?

Even IAM is only six.

Six men named after pyramids.

Sorry, but I don't get it.

I don't want to look like them. I'm sorry.

Fuck your mother.

I beg your pardon? -Fuck your mother.

You asked what NTM stands for, right?

With your cheeky grin.

Are you a serial killer?

You've got to be kidding me.

Who are you?

No questions asked. Walk with me.

Am I going to jail if I fart in here?

Yes, right away.

Stop it! Stop it! You'll wake my parents.

Fuck your mother.

And now they're all hoarse.

Does he know we're not choirboys?

Your voice won't last 20 minutes.

I rap in clubs, not in front of stadiums.

But in your condition you can't even go to clubs.

You lost your voice.

Go, Qi Gong. I'll show them.

Go on.

Go ahead.

Just like Trust.

Nobody believed in them either. 617 Before we begin, a few details.

The name?

He stays. -No change.

NTM is great.

The best name since the Sex Pistols.

What else can we call ourselves?

For the cover, we were thinking... -Mondino.

Mondino.

Téléphone, Bashung, Johnny, Prince...

Madonna.

Bowie.

Do you know how much he cost?

Free of charge.

We work together at Gaultier.

Right.

Of course.

And the poster campaign?

All of Paris is tagged.

The advertising will be fine.

Promotion? -We go to youth centers...

Huge.

Yeah, I'm doing pretty good.

That's great.

Anything else?

There are actually 30 of us.

We'll suggest the rest.

What others?

Three plus thirty, as he said.

Yes, 33.

This is the record deal. The rest can wait.

Only three cheques, Sébastien? -Pretty.

I'll get the contracts.

Did you see his shoes? No socks.

Here.

Well, I'll be damned.

What's wrong with you?

Let's go.

What? -We haven't signed yet.

We'll take the money and go.

Nonsense. Sit down, sit down, sit down.

What are we doing here?

Take a good look around you.

He's got golden pins, we have holes in our shoes.

The others wanted a copywriter.

That check is an advance on the album.

Album? Are we making an album?

I don't know how to do that.

Ten songs, one album.

For when?

When it's ready. What's the problem?

Are you gonna write ten songs?

Nobody here ever recorded an album.

IAM wrote 180 numbers before they went into the studio.

How many do we have?

One. Let's get out of here.

To do what?

Are we from Saint-Denis or not?

Come on.

Now he's talking.

Money opens doors.

I don't even have a bank account.

I'll take care of it. -No, I'll do it.

As we said...

a violent night in a suburb of Lyon...

after the death of a young man.

Thomas Claudio, 21 years old...

was riding on the back of a motorcycle without a helmet...

When he was collided with a police car yesterday afternoon...

near Vaulx-en-Velin.

Dying at 21...

in a motorcycle accident.

That's really not fair.

The police killed him.

It was the police and no one else.

Barricades, burning cars...

and confrontations between police and protesters.

The truth, that's my duty...

because silence is never good. 695 The third in a month. Outrageous.

And that's what we call the police.

Thomas rode on the back of a friend...

when a police car blocked the street.

Laurent panicked.

We don't want their justice.

The police think it's done, but this is just the beginning.

It doesn't end like that.

The truth is my duty.

Because we can't take the silence anymore

The world of tomorrow is ours.

We have the power

The problems that are paralyzing my neighborhood.

the only truth is the right to equality.

Time to pull the trigger.

for an ugly civil war

Is this the orgy?

What's up?

Hold on, Shen, I'll be right with you.

What has he got?

Where were you?

We started five hours ago.

Do you hear me?

Mr. Eiffel Tower, You think you can out-do me?

What's your problem?

I know what a studio costs.

What's up?

All right, Kool Shen.

I'm here, aren't I?

Well, then.

Thank you. -Starting.

Ready?

Three, two, one, now.

What a joy to live in France

Pity. Incompetence everywhere.

See? That's your golden boy.

violence in the slum is misunderstood

walk past the flat, look the children in the eye

You decide...

Portugal is doing well.

that's what it's all about

I can't wait for it to get better

I'm not a leader, I'm the speaker

of a generation in revolt

The speaker Of a generation that is disgusted by it.

Beautiful.

solidarity with poor young people

for the right to equality

time to be again sparking a civil war

Yes, that's bold.

the world of tomorrow is ours

we have the power

Our American rapper.

He's great.

Is everything in order?

It's all right.

You are early.

How did they get that thing here?

It is 25 meters long.

Five times the size of the door.

Listen.

Look at me.

Do you have your text?

Text? -Are you serious?

Didn't you write anything? -Relax.

Leave me alone.

Come on.

Are those your lyrics?

This is an old text.

That rag? -The older, the better. Net rum.

Good quality.

Am I interfering with your writing?

I have written some. May I?

No priority. Joey, your turn.

Yes, boss.

Here, cheerleader.

Priority, my ass.

My turn.

Something more in his headphones.

Is that a good thing? -The microphone must be raised.

Microphone up.

Would you like the manual?

Up. What don't you understand?

How do you do it?

Just so.

We run.

Quiet, guys. We're listening.

born and raised in disgrace, the suburb of Paris

Well done, Didier.

I'll do it again.

Another take. It was my first take.

Take off the headphones. -I'll do it again.

No, listen.

We don't get a second chance.

For us, ten others.

I don't want to go back To construction with my dad.

So rap to the beat.

You were ahead of the rest.

That ruins the groove. Slow down.

Count the four beats Of the intro in your head.

Nothing wrong with it.

Turning.

Roll over.

This bothers me. -Let's face it.

I only came for the orgy. -Concentrate.

born and raised in disgrace, the suburb of Paris

Cut.

Hey, bunch of jerks.

Guys, please.

Jesus.

Do we need to pick up the pace a bit?

I don't rap like an American.

No, the pace is fine.

Go fuck a duck.

Listen, will you join us?

Will you join us? -Yes.

You know it by heart.

We can record the whole day.

You can.

It does fall into place.

The rest will come later.

I'll give you a heads up.

One ear without headphones. Then I say.

A signal for the first two lines. -The first.

Turning.

Relax, you'll be fine.

Damn. -Do your best.

born and raised in disgrace, the suburb of Paris

born and raised in disgrace, the suburb of Paris

as a child I wanted to make a name for myself.

too lazy to work too proud to scavenge

I'd rather hang out

because working like a sucker you will be dead

so think how many are like me

on the outskirts of your city

because people turn us turned its back on for too long

on crucial, social issues.

the youth Ties up the ends

of the south, east, west and north

so don't be amazed now

as violence increases day by day

because some people are just starting out.

when their loved ones are killed

Get this. -See?

Scratching your balls is inspiring.

Goofy. -Verdomme.

What a take. -Now?

What about it? -I get it.

You have to let it go. -We'll do another one.

Where is everyone?

A bunch of kids.

Just shut up for a minute.

Go home and don't be so annoying.

What is it?

They dropped a speaker.

Calm down, it was an accident.

Who did? Be careful.

Relax, it wasn't your mother's speaker.

Do you think I have nothing better to do....

Sébastien, quietly.

...then clean up your mess?

Watch your words.

Why are you smiling?

Tell.

Quiet. -Is this a playground?

I do quietly as your friends start behaving professionally.

So tomorrow they will stay home.

Dirty bastard. -Relax, guys.

Everything is in order.

Tomorrow I'll be here. And the day after that.

Didier. -What?

Calm down, guys. Are you crazy?

We are here to enjoy.

To make an album.

Didn't you hear him?

Stop. Please.

We do the background voices.

No one is leaving here. Get it?

Did I say that? -No, but I'm telling you.

Boys?

Ready?

They are ready for it.

Turn up the volume.

Frankie, you're the best. Good idea.

What were we to do without you?

Yes, what? -No idea.

Saint-Denis 93.

Saint-Denis. Saint-Denis.

Here.

A gift.

Our first maxi-single.

It's kind of a mini-album...

before the real one comes out.

We sold 30,000 of them.

Already 30,000.

Bruno said that so many men fit in the stadium.

Not bad, right?

I will listen to it.

So now you're going to make pictures?

This is serious. We have a record company. Sony.

They really support us.

And we even get paid for it.

Like a regular job.

A real job.

Bruno and I write the lyrics...

and DJ S provides the beat.

The beat?

The music, the background music...

Wait, I can't hear you.

I don't hear any music.

You didn't listen either.

Why do you humiliate me With that "Fuck your mother" thing?

First on the walls, now on sheets.

When are you going to adjust?

Finally integrate?

After work I see that silly name on the walls.

'Joey Starr.'

Yes.

You must be intelligent To make music.

Doesn't your record company know that?

I don't understand.

Why don't you ever think of me?

And the education I gave you?

The education you gave me? -Yes.

You have guts.

The education you gave me?

What did you teach me?

You were kicking my ass from the age of five.

You forced me to eat my rabbit, chased my mother away. Is that parenting?

Me like a bum on a couch letting them sleep, is that parenting?

Are those your wise lessons? Well done.

You had me there with her have to throw out.

Go away. -And otherwise?

Now. -And otherwise?

Way to go. -And otherwise?

I'm here, so what are you going to do?

Say.

Are you going to beat me up?

Break the broomstick on my back? Go ahead.

Go ahead, I'm standing right here. Where are the blows?

Hit me.

Here, look.

What's the problem? Hit me.

Please.

The two of us. No one sees it.

Hit me on the face.

Just like the old days.

Don't you want more?

Don't you want me anymore beat up like they used to?

What did you do causing mom to leave me behind?

What did you do to her?

From my eyes.

Don't you want to see me? Tough luck.

For you will hear and see me, everywhere.

Cover your eyes and ears. There's something coming.

He's too old.

Every match.

He has a good chance.

That was a foul. -Transition.

What do they do?

Hi, Didier. -Joseph.

You don't mean that.

Did your dad like the record?

Come on.

Come on. -Come on.

How could he miss it?

No way. Unbelievable.

A tap in. Acorn.

Shut up. 964 Don't insult my players.

You wanted to rap, let's play soccer.

For God's sake.

What about you?

Christiane, can I eat here tonight?

the problems that paralyze my neighborhood, the uprising

like a running fire

if it's time to sound the alarm now.

the truth, that's my duty

This exceeds our wildest dreams.

There are riots in the suburbs.

We come to talk to the rebellious youth.

And who better than rap group NTM?

Their maxi The World of Tomorrow soon became...

the battle cry of anger.

NTM, hello.

Guys, we're on TV.

Concentrate, it's for TV.

Hello. -Hello, NTM.

The suburbs burn Now that your first record is coming out.

I interrupt you for a moment.

We are not here To talk about the suburbs.

We are not a mouthpiece.

We are here to talk about music.

We only speak for these guys, 93 NTM.

Why do you ask us? Go to Sartrouville.

But let's use the opportunity while you're at it.

See? Today's paper.

They talk about "gangsters.

So thanks to the journalists, become musicians...

equated with rapists and murderers.

Stop it. We're rappers.

With microphones, not guns.

'Zulu Nation. Peace, Love and Fun.' Get it?

The real gangsters Are cops and politicians.

There's your scoop.

Did you film that?

Yes, but your name and your lyrics....

Is it even wise to use the fire so incite?

Take that question back.

What is your problem?

Is it rap's fault?

The war in Kuwait too?

Stop filming. -Get rid of that camera.

Go home.

Point your camera at this.

Do you want to film something?

Film this. Where were you at the time?

Who did this to you?

Wait a minute.

Where? -The Police.

That's what you cops do to us.

Do you trust me or not?

We'll fix it.

This concert will continue.

I'm the manager. What's up?

Calm down.

The permit has been revoked. -What?

This must be a misunderstanding.

What is it?

No misunderstanding.

What then?

Verbal violence is not acceptable.

NTM's lyrics arouse hatred against the authorities.

To calm things down....

you are not welcome in Mantes-la-Jolie.

You're going to open that door...

Can't you do something right just once?

MC Solaar, yes.

NTM, no.

We are going to perform.

We're not going away. -Fuck his mother.

No matter what, the show goes on.

We're just playing here.

Good job, guys.

A luxury venue. Better than the stadium in Paris. 1040 Your luxury underpants.

No light, the lamps don't work.

Start before it gets dark.

No worries. -I gather the young people.

What do we do when it gets dark?

Let's begin.

When does it start?

Didier.

A boy wants to speak to you.

Who? -That guy over there.

Come on, guys.

What do you want?

I'm David. 1053 I'm your little brother.

Can't you see we're busy?

Can we talk afterwards?

No, fuck off. When trouble comes, you go down.

Damn. How many children does my father have?

Go home.

Hey, guys.

The deputy mayor...

wants to stop our concert, so let's raise our middle finger.

Middle finger to the mayor.

Fuck your mother, Mayor.

Come on, DJ.

Saint-Denis. Do I hear you? 1066 authentic, typical and aromatic

never identical, but poetic

unlimited and inimitable

not idiotic, but idiopathic

My virtue is acoustic and I'm fanatical

Because my inspiration is mystical

despite journalists and criticism

I'm authentic

authentic, NTM remains faithful

Panic, always on the news

the digital plague takes its toll

For goodness sake I never pause

Cool Shen by Suprême NTM

proud of our authenticity

a rare virtue in this day and age.

to hand out in any way

to all who are on the sidelines

one, I'll take two, then three

Take it easy, guys.

Continue.

anyone who wants to lie

they say what they want

stop, don't you dare

I'll take you out without a murder contract

Give us some light. I can't see shit.

Find a solution.

authentic

Make yourself heard.

I can't see a thing.

Saint-Denis, are you there?

I'm good at going too far

and arrogance to stand behind it

I avoid the blows of the media

those who call my name without conviction

bathing in the glow of my presence

because it's a godsend

a lesson for those who dare, forever.

authentic

the street made two poets

a fact, everyone knows 1106 out of the way, you're sullying my name

what does it matter that I am not on the front page?

stop those attacks

people with grudges who judge me

in the name of who or what?

the truth lives on my street

and let it be clear, don't whine

rap is not a record to color

making a name isn't easy

and participating is not an easy option.

Who in France knows what about rap?

Which journalist is without fault?

can be denied, not created 1119 unless you have style and imagination

which is often not the case for you.

You go from rock to rap, right on time

but now I'm your act

And I'll take you out without a murder contract...

Hands up, all of you.

Police? Well done.

I said, "Make me beautiful, I'm going on tour.

Was it Leboeuf?

Do you have stitches?

Leboeuf and his men. He hits hard.

There you have Sébastien.

Is that him?

Yes, that's him.

Why the new look?

Now we can give you No longer call him "Hair Boy.

Five-hour drive for a new name.

What, in that thing? -Yes.

A moving van? We're on tour, right?

Didn't you have one with flowers on it?

Didier. What have you done now?

How about you? As bald as my left testicle.

Enough chatter, we're running late.

Who is that?

Where is smiley face?

Ten chairs.

Two for Seb and me, eight for you.

Who are you?

I'm Dom, your tour manager.

Where did he come from? -Dom is a prof.

In that wreck? There are 22 of us.

I said eight men. We're full.

What is it?

I'm not allowed in.

Eight seats, full.

Full? But there are more than eight of us.

Bands with twenty people don't exist.

It sucks, but eight is the limit.

This Gargamel can drop dead.

Pick up cars. Come to Poitiers.

Confort Moderne, Poitiers.

Hey, guys.

Ahmed, go ride your bike. Lose some weight.

He has to ride a bike.

Confort Moderne.

Nikoumouk.

We need to talk.

How dare you call our friends treat it that way?

long live free rock

Is he serious?

Who is this guy?

Smile. -Frankie.

Smile.

Hey, babes. Are you okay?

Join us, we are playing in Poitiers.

I can't, I have to go to Los Angeles.

Nina is pregnant.

Now?

Yes.

Will you leave us with Gargamel?

What were you smoking?

And the group, the album?

Look at that, stars on tour.

Van rental. Reliable.

Yes, it stinks of feet.

You're in good hands. Right, Seb? 1185 Pay close attention to.

Don't leave us alone.

I was the first. That counts too, doesn't it?

Don't do this to us.

I'm going to be a father. And you don't care.

We need you more.

Look at my face.

Have fun. -Let's face it, Frankie.

Turn around and follow us.

In my thoughts, I am with you.

Keep smiling.

Give it here, quick.

Wait a minute. -Here.

Give gas, Mode.

Did Gargamel booked the wrong location?

Where are we?

Sounds like a slaughterhouse.

Do you want a comb?

What the hell? -Dirty bastard.

Bastard. -I'm out.

Come on, let's go.

What is it?

He's pissing on us. This is not a game.

Everyone wants us and you send us here?

What is this? Even in Mantes we get more respect. 1210 Do we have to play for these jerks?

They've never heard rap.

Then let them hear it.

Dom invited a promoter.

Screw your promoter. We are rappers.

Come on, you guys need to get up.

Come on.

We're from Saint-Denis, right? 93.

Beatmaker Detonator

from Saint-Denis, just like my mates

I dance in every city on foot I get everywhere

9 and 3 in my head, Front National is dead

the police to the slaughterhouse

three-ninety-three, do the math I'm a psychopath

leaving Saint-Denis to view the map

listen to me, on the beat

My technique is unique

fuck a cop for Oussekine Malik

I'm called Kast, st and ka

we are rap kings as big as Chino's clothes

we're fucking Le Pen backstage with NTM

we deal with Joey and Shen

On the beat, Yazid one more time

I do not lose I have learned not to lose

this is 93 1235 we prefer numbers to letters

NTM, three letters that add up

Reality can fail, but my life is not for sale

I'll tell you honestly, make no mistake.

money ruins people

and lo and behold, everything is bought and sold.

We want rock.

Real musicians.

Your cockscomb is crooked, jerk.

Don't you have any instruments?

We're the new face of rock.

Why is he sticking his head in the ceiling?

Everything okay, DJ? -The ceiling is too low.

Wherever we go, it's Saint-Denis.

Accept, Or go home to mommy.

An aggressive way To break the ice.

If they score here, they succeed everywhere.

Are you testing us?

No, I'm teaching you something.

this unjust reality, built on money

you see by me that I have nothing to say

in the big money that will forever remain so

rich and poor -already far too long

DJ, cut.

We're not stopping for that sucker.

Let him talk.

What do you want, old man?

What did you say?

Do the "Money ruins everything" one.

Shall I do it again? -Yes.

The old man is right.

Death to capitalism. Anarchy.

One, two, three. Death to capitalism.

Down with capitalism.

Go ahead, DJ.

money ruins, money ruins people

Louder. 93 NTM is rapping for you tonight.

Nikoumouk 93. Saint-Denis is here. 1273 93.

Welcome to Rapline, The Afro-centric program.

Tonight's surprise guest is the whole 93-NTM posse.

What does NTM stand for?

What does it stand for?

'New, faithful mothers.'

With inspiration from America, they are now on tour with their first rap album.

How did your mother react to the name "NTM?".

I didn't tell you.

Saint-Denis makes its presence felt featuring KoolShen and Joey Starr...

that Suprême NTM lead.

Tonight we are 93.

I'm wearing your bracelet with '93 NTM.'

Are you not a symbol...

for marginalized youth...

As previous rock- and punk groups Trust or Bérurier Noir?

Even rock in French is difficult. Can we really rap in French?

From their first album, Authentik, 70,000 copies have been sold.

We are direct and radical.

Some see it as aggression, but it is a way of thinking.

NTM is the voice of a generation who speaks the truth.

Don't miss them.

Their carefully crafted texts must be taken seriously.

They rap raw and sincere.

They sit at a major record label...

A "Fuck Your Mother" is rather inappropriate.

We call them: 'The North With the Message.'

It's less fun, but 93 NTM...

is the topic of the week.

100,000 albums sold, not played on the radio.

They are too afraid.

One of the best French rap groups, maybe the best, NTM.

Who farted? -Who do you think?

You're crazy.

Mr. Colt, vandal number one.

Don't.

So. Stripping?

On the side.

Hey, guys.

Dry off. Time to go.

Are you guys trying to screw me over sometimes?

Eight men. Not 20.

I just paid for 26 breakfasts.

Dom, leave them alone. I took four servings.

Need to tag walls like a bunch of pissing dogs?

You are not children.

Do you know what that cost me?

He destroys the ceiling instead of grabbing a chair.

They party with girls Who don't even fuck with them.

While I pay for their breakfast.

Who doesn't fuck?

You don't fuck, you mean.

What is the difference Between a tour manager and a toilet?

A toilet has to do with only one anus.

Rot.

Chino.

What do you do?

Did you hear that?

Calm down.

NTM stops here, guys.

Dom, come back.

Dom, wait.

Don't let him go.

Is there a stitch in your throat?

Just go back to Saint-Denis.

What? -Don't you get it?

We will never achieve anything with such idiots.

We are going to work. See you in Saint-Denis.

Damn.

You get money And we are treated like this?

Money comes first. Not loyalty.

Don't you want money?

You used us when you needed muscle power or applause.

Like the others, traitors.

Certainly, Mode. 1348 'NTM' was my idea. I came up with the name.

We do this together, we are brothers. Come on.

Shut up. -Do you need to say.

Who asked if you wanted to come along?

All. Who asked you?

In my contract do not stand Chino, Mehdi or my ass.

Get out of here.

Do you think you're a genius?

What do you have that I don't?

Do you want to rap?

That way. Run.

Colt, come back.

You never used to talk like that.

You too?

Then I changed.

What a family.

Change feels good.

One check and he betrays us.

Watch out or you'll get slapped.

Are you guys out of your minds?

Couple of spoiled brats.

Without them, we don't play.

Can't you see you're fucking everything up? Stop.

Am I screwing everything up? -Yes.

Find an elevator and go back.

What are you going to do on your own? Sitting on your bench?

Watch your words. -What did I say?

Selfish Bastard.

Yes, I am selfish.

Selfish Didier Morville. So what?

I have no family, no friends. So what?

No friends?

Seriously?

Here. -Fall dead then.

You've ruined everything.

Shut up.

Want to see who's crazy?

You don't understand. So fuck off. 1386 I'm not going back to a bench.

Yes, with me.

This is Didier. I'm calling from my hotel room.

I wanted to know if you...

received our album.

I asked Sony last week To send it to you.

Did you get it?

Do you hear me?

And I also wanted to say...

that I'm done spray painting graffiti like a pissing dog.

Now people ask me for my autograph.

On the street.

Are you still there? Can you hear me? 1399 Dad?

Hello?

anyone who wants to lie

they say what they want

stop, don't you dare

I'll take you out without a murder contract

Wait a minute.

Cut.

Vivi, what is it? -What do you mean?

You're not in the rhythm.

Me: You are not following me.

Why should we? Because you're his girl?

Bruno, watch out. They're dissing your girl. 1412 Those two villains.

You're two hours late and nothing works.

What did you done with my Portuguese baby?

What is it?

Nervous because your mates not support you?

Don't worry, I'll fill in.

Come on, all of you.

Does it feel good to ruin everything?

If you don't like it, go back to working in construction.

Then we have peace. -And if I really leave?

Who do you think arranged this?

The show is worthless and you come in two hours late.

What do you want? A medal?

Don't you like it To order people around?

Act normal, For without me you are invisible.

Me, invisible? -Yes.

But you are a true champion. Do you know why?

For God knows what you must do without me....

To get rid of your mistakes.

Because if I screw up, where are you?

Who can I count on?

Give me one line From one of my verses.

Should I whisper in your ear?

Whisper this. Okay?

I'm out.

Vivi, where are you going?

I am tired of your bickering.

Okay, if you're tired.

It's your best choreography ever. Changing nothing.

Be nice to her. -Don't touch me.

I said. -You're not my father.

Without you I don't lose my temper.

Don't be so childish.

Is this peace, unity and joy?

Who asked you what? Was I talking to you?

No. So shut up.

Go play with your pictures. 1449 I'm out of here. Figure it out yourself.

What about him?

NTM. NTM.

Well? No news of Bruno?

Or Vivi?

Damn.

We're going down.

Damn. There is always something going on.

Quiet.

Guys, get on the stage.

Without Bruno and Vivi?

It's time. You have to go.

Come on, guys.

It's time.

Joey, it's time.

Joey, do you hear me?

Villeurbanne, I can't hear you.

Do you feel like it?

A little harder.

That's when I'll hear from you guys.

For those who don't already know, we also come from the ghetto.

Ninety-three, Saint-Denis.

Let's hear it for Saint-Denis.

As in Mantes-la-Jolie we get slapped by the police.

Raise your middle finger at them.

Here.

What do we say to them?

The police can fall apart. -Klote Police.

What do we do now? -Continue.

When I was in the army...

said one commander That I would turn in the bin.

Start.

But the army made an alcoholic and junkie of mine.

Where is Kool Shen?

'He's white, I'm black.' Continue.

Yes, it is. Kool Shen is white.

Kool Shen is white and I am black.

The rest I don't know. So what?

Why are you booing me?

Will you talk for me?

Then come on stage.

Let's see how brave you are.

Who dares to take on me?

What is your problem?

Kool Shen. Kool Shen.

only old racists playing with differences

multi-ethnic, but one culture

That's certainly how it should be

clear vision, eyes wide open

because I'm gagging them

all so-called prophets

proponents of a perfect race 1501 it is clear everyone sees it

for Le Pen, ten percent is a blow

So whatever your race is

black, white, red, brown, yellow

I speak for the youth who fights for the truth

against tyrants who are a disgrace for this new age

I am white, he is black, history talks back

black and white, we're rewriting history

black and white, we're rewriting history

Make yourself heard.

Okay Shen, I'm going higher

Harder, my brain is on fire

everywhere I look I see fakes

pretend to spit on Le Pen

More and more hatred, more and more of the same

marionettes of the pseudo-prophets

But don't get wrapped up

whether you are white, Arab or black.

NTM is pure impact without tact

Smarting enemies of freedom

assholes blinded by bigotry

come on

must hear

without false decency a multiracial society

I'm black, he's white

but our blood is identical

I am white, he is black, history talks back

black and white, we're rewriting history

Ninety-three, let's hear it.

Applause for 93 Nikoumouk.

For Beatmaker Detonator DJ S and the posse.

A round of applause for Yazid, my buddy Kast.

Applause for Lazer...

for Reak...

and for Lady V.

The divine Lady V.

Let's hear it for 93. -Nikoumouk 93.

Farrakhan or Le Pen same hatred

over the top

danger, don't let them poison your mind

their words, intentions, stupid views

fanatics utter gibberish

white meets black, feel offended

it shouldn't be a problem here.

you shouldn't always copy the U.S.

multiracial, our society

So work together and create unity.

because it's already taking way too long -in this ancient world

color was a border, another barrier

I declare war on what I detest

One by one I will eliminate them. 1552 fascists, skinheads, apartheid, the ghetto

black and white, we're rewriting history

black and white, we're rewriting history

Yes, let's hear it.

Nikoumouk 93.

NTM, good evening.

Your first album Authentik has just been released.

You are the main act of Paris Zenith. As the first French rap group.

For us, rap did not exist in France.

Right.

Tell us.

What inspired you To write this album?

We wrote the album... 1565 To tell how politicians abandon the suburbs.

And youth in general.

That was our inspiration.

That wait-and-see attitude.

Are we allowed to say that?

That attitude.

And you, Minister, what do you think about this?

Because what they say is important.

They are anarchists. It's nothing new.

That's normal.

But you do make money with selling records?

Yes.

We work and make money. -We are paid.

Why not invest in such a suburb?

Come on.

Do you think I'm Mother Teresa?

If only you looked more like her.

That would change things for the better.

With our songs, we do more than you.

For sure.

You see it the wrong way around.

Suburban youth feel rejected...

and are beaten by the police.

Shall we talk about that?

If that doesn't change...

something worse than riots awaits you. 1591 With or without NTM.

Forget the darkness of the ghetto did not...

as the evening falls.

The young are not afraid for the shadows.

There they hide like bandits.

They must be living parallel lives.

Deals, survive at best.

As if you can buy the way to success.

But who does what? And where is the state?

This attack was intentional.

Put aside. The children of the land.

A new amputation for France.

If the damage is done, the party is over.

No laughter. I fear for the future.

But how can you take back what I say?

I'm not making anything up, no matter what you read.

I'm not exaggerating. No romance.

I know what can have an impact.

So what do we propose?

Soft healers, I know.

But if in these times we are be able to recover...

despite that the damage will be at our expense.

The police can drop dead.

DEATH TO THE COP

Hey, Didier. -Hey, man.

FUCK SOCIETY

Everybody, hands up

do it when you're happy

right, left, in front of and behind you

we all say:

Everyone.

Everyone.

You start. -No, I'm following you.

This is going to be a fat gig.

Dom.

The road ends here.

What?

Listen.

No, you listen.

Do you know how much the tour cost me?

Not just in terms of reputation, but also financially?

Even after tonight, I'm not playing even.

You have done a lot for us, but you are too much of a purist.

You are still a child.

Terror Seb.

That's what they call me now.

I don't get it.

True.

They are at a turning point.

It's time to make a move. Not with you.

You secretly signed a new deal. 1642 End of story.

It was fun to work with you.

Don't take it so hard. It's going to be a fun show.

You're right, keep it fun.

Stop it, soon I'll be crying.

Okay, I have to go.

No hard feelings?

Six thousand people bought tickets to see us.

Don't do it in your pants now. Too late.

This is the moment.

Unbelievable.

You were writing in your bedroom.

Now they listen to me. -Is that hip-hop?

This is definitely hip-hop. It really is.

We did it together.

Can you see if my dad's there?

Why don't you? -I don't want to see him.

So why did you invite him? -Do you?

Okay, I'm going to look.

In the guest room, if he's there.

Well?

Is he not there?

Screw him.

I invite you and you don't come.

Well a woman who claims to be your mother.

A date from my dad?

She says her name is Yvette.

Yvette?

Tell me I don't have a mother And that she is lying.

And that she can fuck her mother? -Right.

Didier...

Go to her.

Hold this for a moment.

I told you you are my brother.

6000 people.

Ready?

Coming up.

Coming up.

Hey, Shen?

Are you coming now?

Coming up.

It's time, guys.

Coming up.

FOR LADY V, PATRICIA SULLÉ, MÉO, RICHARD AUJARD AND ALL WHO DIED TOO YOUNG

Whether you come from 95, 75, 91 or 92....

we all stand before the ghetto.

Saint-Denis. Saint-Denis.

Subtitles Translated by: Geert van den Elzen

Damn, your fat head is distracting me.

At least you have a text.

Not if your fat head is in front of it.

Oh, right.

I didn't get it.

I didn't know if it was a recording.

They don't stop, she said. Go on.