All language subtitles for Cash.Queens.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

Okay, guys. Let's go!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, be careful.
You're leaving marks everywhere.

What do we do? Should we go?

Ouch, it hurts.

What do we do?

Move your head. Go!

Shit.

-Come on. Let's go.
-Okay.

Go!

Oh, fuck!

-What's that?
-Shit! It's ink, an anti-theft device.

Oh, fuck. We got screwed.
The bills are ruined. Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

CASH QUEENS

It's a size 42,

but judging by the heel stain,
the shoes were too big for him.

The guy is, at most, 5'11".

Fuck. What a face-plant, that idiot.

His face must look a mess right now.

Turn the whole region upside down.

Stop any guy
with a face like a Picasso painting.

Check his shoe size,
height, address, Netflix passwords.

Go on! Get to work!

What is it? Do you think it's a nose?

-Or an eyebrow?
-Given the blood, it's a nose.

I hope this wasn’t in vain.

And that they'll give me my son back.

Until then, no one can see you like this.
They'll find your DNA soon enough.

Don't worry.
I mixed the blood to scramble the DNA.

-What?
-It was on CSI: Miami.

The cops sent the samples to Sweden.
It slowed them right down.

-But they still found the DNA in the end?
-Yes, of course. They always find the DNA.

We just bought ourselves some time,
that's all.

That's not good.

Even if I ran away,
they'd find me eventually.

-I can't hide with my kids forever.
-You need to get fake IDs.

I'll arrange that for you.

Bonaventure has a network of contacts
at the prefecture.

I'm going with you.

No. Get on with your life.

In five years,
you'll be a great architect.

Whatever. I have to pack my suitcase.
Rosa, what time are we meeting tonight?

No. Forget it, Kim.

You're not coming.

We played, and we lost.

If anyone lost here, it's me.

I have a confession to make.

I have a gambling debt
that I won't be able to repay to Ezéchiel.

I'll have to leave, with or without you.

How much?

Not that much.

How much is not much?

30,000.

-Are you fucking kidding me?
-No, I'm really not.

I wish I were kidding, but I'm not.

I swear, I hate Destiny's Child.

Just you, Ezéchiel.
Your guys can't come in.

Mr. Marionnaud, this is Ezéchiel.

Laurent told me you're the one
who brought us those clowns.

You got the wrong robbers.

So what?

I was publicly humiliated because of you,
and I don't like that.

So you're going to fix it,
or you're going to pay.

You think you're the boss?

You're a nobody here.

-Hello?
-Yeah, Gilles. It's me.

There's been a change of plans.

Move the funfair to Cité Trévise for me.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Secure the perimeter.
I want one cop per square meter.

Not a single block of hash
is to leave Trévise.

Are we keeping the school show?

The school show is still on.
We're just changing the location.

-Very good. Goodbye.
-Yeah.

You wanna play that game?

I hope you like cotton candy.

Because I'm going
to shove it up your shitty towers.

I can do whatever I want in your projects.

We'll see who has the power.

Find me the real robbers
if you want to keep dealing your shit.

Can you release Léo Krief?
His mom is coming to get him.

-Right away.
-Thanks.

Can you bring the Krief kid up? Thanks.

-He's coming.
-Thanks.

-Are you sick?
-No, I'm okay.

Don't come near me.
I have chills and might be unwell.

-No, I'm not well.
-Okay.

Here. I just need you to sign this.

I'm sorry.
The investigation is making me paranoid.

We're under huge pressure.

-Thankfully the robbers had an ego crisis.
-Yeah, thank God.

Oh, sweetie.

-How are you? I hope it wasn't too tough?
-Don't worry. The worst case was jail.

-And I don't give a damn.
-Don't say that.

-Did you think of me? Of how scared I was?
-Yo, don't get mad. Your nose is bleeding.

What? Careful, I think I have Covid.

Right…

Sorry.

Yes?

Yes, I'm coming.

-Hi.
-Take that off, sis.

The virus doesn't exist. The government
is screwing us with the vaccines.

-So stop acting crazy. Take that off.
-Hey! Stop talking, and go in.

-Make yourself at home.
-Please don't smoke here.

-I've got kids.
-Sorry, buddy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Okay.

What's up?

I need three passports.
Two for my kids, one for me.

Hey, what about me?

Okay, it's 2,500 per passport.
I don't do discounts for kids.

Here. 6,000. That's all I have.

Okay, but only because
you're Kim's friend.

Okay, three passports it is.

Are you deaf or what? We said four.

-My hands are tied.
-Hey, bro.

Who brought you your hash
when you were in Baumettes?

That's private information.

I sucked off guards for you.
Do you think they're clean in prison?

They don't have soap. Know what HPV is?

You're telling us your life story.
Who gives a fuck?

Fine.

Fine.

-You'll get a passport too!
-Okay, fine.

-It'll take seven days.
-Okay.

A week, at most.

Let's go have a smoke.

-You got some hashish?
-The good stuff from Ketama.

-Let's go.
-It's nice and hard and looks like shit.

-Oh, wow. This is gonna be good.
-Yeah, I swear.

You're going to get so fried.
You'll never wake up, bro.

Okay.

Wait. I'm almost done.

There you go.

What's that?

Is it a hookah?

Yeah, or a cactus.

Zoom out a bit.

How does that help us?
Hookah or cactus, we've got nothing.

Wrong.

We have a cactus hookah.

Mommy, can you film my show?

Sweetie, I'm sorry.
I'm not going to be able to come.

What? You're not going to watch my show?

You know Mommy has to go to work.

-You're gonna miss it.
-No, I'm not.

I won't miss a thing
because Auntie Sofia is going to film it.

So we can watch it as often as we want.

Yes, Mommy will see it.
It'll be like she's with us.

I don't want Auntie Sofia to film me.
I want you to do it.

-Okay, I'll try to come.
-No, you can't.

You have too much work.

Yes, but I…

No, it's true. I have too much work.

Mommy, please.

Please come to my show.

Okay, honey…

Let's go, okay?

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

-Hello.
-Hello.

What's with the robber costume?

It's because they're awesome.

They're awesome for stealing money?

Rachida, what did I say?
I don't want you talking to thugs.

Rachida.

There you go.

You're the best.

Yeah, I know.
And you're a little bombshell. Next.

Scram.

No face paint for me?

Do you want some?

You think you have time to volunteer
with all your debt?

-Not in front of the butterflies--
-Fuck the butterflies.

Okay.

You have one week to repay my 30K.

Or you'll be giving BJs on building sites.

-Understood?
-Of course.

Fuck.

-You're welcome.
-Thanks.

Hello.

Is that orange juice?

Yeah. But we've run out.

Oh, okay.

I understand.

Thank you.

Don't blame them.
They don't want to be seen with you.

They dislike your husband. It's not you.

And you?
Being seen with me doesn't bother you?

I'm a cop, so…

-At worst, they'll think I'm working.
-So, you're here on duty?

Yeah.

-Stay focused, girls. It'll be great.
-But, Mom, I need to poop.

We don't have time for that.

-Come here.
-Hey, guys.

Spread the word.
100,000 to whoever finds those robbers.

The cops say one broke his nose.
I have to find him.

-Go find that broken nose. Go!
-I'll look over there.

Break a leg, kids!

Go on, it's going to be great.

Fuck.

Fuck. Hey? Could you… Just for a sec.

Rosa! Ezéchiel and the cops
are looking for a broken nose.

-Do you see a broken nose?
-Stop it. They're not kidding. Go home.

I'm watching Tina's show.

Wait, Rosa, I…

I'll be watching, honey.

The passports are a go.

Why's she wearing a mask?

She's sick, isn't she? Covid.

No one wears masks now.
Covid doesn't exist anymore.

I'm the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.

Hey, you, hunchback. You're so ugly.

-What?
-Yeah, you're so ugly.

-You're the ugly ones.
-Stop it!

-She said I was ugly!
-You're so ugly!

I'm not ugly!

Sorry about Léo.
It was a misunderstanding.

Don't talk to me.

You've got to admit he was asking for it.

Fuck.

Something stinks. I can sense it.
You're not hiding something from me?

Let me watch my daughter's show.

-Do you have the flu?
-Yeah.

-I'm sick. I don't want to infect anyone.
-We're outside. It's fine.

Exactly. I'd rather not take risks.

-Do you think I'm stupid?
-Listen, you son of a bitch.

You fucked up my life.
My kids' lives, their father's.

So leave me alone, okay?

I'm a son of a bitch?

Oh, fuck.

I didn't hear you with your fucking mask.

I'll fuck up your life if I want to.

She's gonna get caught.

If I fuck up your life,
there's a reason for it. Understood?

You whore!

I'll make you eat that fucking mask.

Why did you report me to child services?

Come here!

I'm gonna mess you up!

-You--
-Let go of my sister. What the fuck?

-Don't touch him.
-Stop, I told you!

Don't touch me.

I said, let me go!

Fuck you!

The time for chaos has come,
motherfuckers. I'm gonna smoke you all!

-This doesn't bode well for the fake IDs.
-Fuck.

You could say
he's in for a good adventure, huh?

Stop joking around. We've lost everything.

-Rosa, I'm sorry. I panicked.
-Don't talk to me. I swear, I'm not ready.

Actually, it's pretty cool.

Social security will pay for your nose job
because of her monster punch.

-That's not too bad.
-You're pissing me off now.

Rosa.

Boxing?

Boxing?

It was a swing that got me.

That's golf for you. A dangerous sport,
but no one talks about it.

Sorry, but I really don't have
the energy for this.

Oh, sure.

Maybe it's a matter of "no pain, no gain"?

What?

What's there to gain?

The sick leave. That's not bad.

True.

I could use a break. I'm sick of the bank.

You work in a bank?

-Yes.
-That's funny, so do I.

Which bank?

CBP in Salon-de-Provence.

The one that was robbed?

Yes.

Are you okay? I mean…
Were you there when it happened?

Sorry. Maybe I'm being intrusive,
I don't know, but…

No, no.

And you? Which bank do you work for?

Banque Castel.

Oh, okay. A private bank.
The golf outings make sense now.

Yes.

-It's still a bank like any other.
-Yeah…

-No, it is. Believe me.
-Mr. Castel.

Yes.

See her first, please.

-I think it's more urgent.
-But… No.

Don't worry about me, it's just back pain.
And honestly, I have loads of time.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, certain. It's my pleasure.

Okay, well… Thank you.

No problem.

Mr. Castel.

And sorry if I was a bit annoying earlier
with the boxing.

No idea what I was thinking.

No, not at all.

Anyway, I hope they give you a nicer nose.
I mean, no, your nose is great. Sorry.

I mean… one that works.

Yeah.

Let's rob Banque Castel.

It's the biggest private bank
in the region.

We could make at least 250,000.

-No. That's going too far.
-Just one last job.

It's too risky.

-I have to weigh the pros and cons, Rosa.
-Hey.

Bonaventure got caught.
We're not getting fake IDs.

I'm out of cash.
It won't be long till they find my DNA.

-You and the kids need to leave.
-And you?

They'll take yours in a few days.

Ezéchiel will make you
walk the streets for his 30K.

Wait. I want in.

But the bank's security
is on another level.

I know.
This time, there's no room for error.

That's why we'll prep like pros.

BANQUE CASTEL
PRIVATE BANK FOUNDED IN 1962

-Stop it. You're a disgusting pig.
-We're on a mission.

You're stressing me out. Stop it.

That's him.

-Fuck! He's actually really rich.
-Obviously. He's a billionaire.

Go! Follow him.

Ladies, your table is right this way.

-No. It's that one.
-This way.

-No worries.
-Follow me, thank you.

-For you.
-Why are we sitting by the public pool?

The public pool?
No. That's our source, ma'am.

In any case, you're sitting
at the table for marriage proposals.

You think I'm proposing?

-Stop it. Why are you…
-Excuse me.

It's okay. No worries.

-Are you crazy?
-It's so nice in here.

And? We're not here to eat.

I'm going to the restroom
to try and catch his eye.

You need to create a connection.
That's good, go for it.

-I'm going.
-Go. You look hot.

No, we had invested
in a tech company specialized in delivery…

-Yes, we got scared.
-Yes.

Look him in the eyes.

Flash him a boob!

Yes.

In the end, it failed.

-Yeah.
-Yes.

Look him in the eye.

For fuck's sake!

He's not looking.

At €80 a rib eye,
I wouldn't take my eyes off it either.

Ladies. Have you made your choice?

-No, not yet.
-We're very hesitant.

-Shall I bring some water?
-Yes, please.

-Still? Sparkling?
-A jug of tap water.

-Tap.
-It's more eco-friendly.

Of course.

-Ladies.
-Thank you.

-Okay, we need to make our move.
-Okay.

Why English?

She must be allergic.
I'm allergic to pollen too…

Is he fucking deaf?

We've tried everything
and failed to grab his attention.

Come on, let's go.

We'll see about that.

Excuse me? What was that?

Mr. Castel?

-Uh, yes.
-Sorry. But…

Sorry, my friend slipped. It's…

Oui, j'ai glissé.

En fait c'est le serviteur de zebi
que je visais.

-Because it's like ten fois que j'essaie…
-It's okay, all good.

-Everything okay?
-Yes, they're my friends.

Sorry.

-What happened?
-She's so clumsy.

I can see that. It was a good throw.

-It's crazy, right?
-Crazy.

-To see each other again.
-Crazy coincidence.

Total coincidence. Okay.
Mustn't piss you off.

It wasn't me. It's my friend.
She's irritable when she's hungry.

I can relate. I'm just like you.

The service sucks here,
so I think we're going to leave.

Ah, shit. It's my restaurant.

I bought it last year. I recommend
the profiteroles. Stay, they're worth it.

Stop acting like you're Cyril Lignac.
It's obvious you like her.

-So give her your number.
-She's crazy.

-Wow, she's blunt.
-Yeah, sorry.

-Although, she may be right.
-About?

-Do you have a phone?
-Yes.

Let me show you something. There.

-There. That's my number.
-Oh, yeah.

-Now you have my number.
-Awesome.

-See you soon, hopefully.
-Sure.

Okay, well. Thank you.

-No problem.
-Goodbye.

-See you soon.
-Sorry about the bread.

No problem.

Hey.

Hi. Getting a head start
on the second semester?

Yeah, I think I found my research topic.

Let me guess, security architecture,
am I right?

I'm really struggling
with the Italian Renaissance.

Do you want to help me?

-Sure.
-Yeah?

At my place?

I'll make you dinner.

Do you like kimchi?

Yeah.

Great.

Take my number.

Okay.

Call me?

Yeah.

Bye.

"Pity I wasn't able

to try the profiteroles."

"They really did look so good."

That sucks.

No, I mean, I don't know…

-It doesn't elicit a response.
-True.

Maybe you could say:
"Lunch with my friend was ruined."

"It might have taken on a different flavor
in your company."

It's like Jean de La Fontaine.

-You're not wrong.
-When did you last seduce a guy?

I don't know, I mean…

Maybe you should mention golf.
If that's how you met…

-Yes.
-Totally.

Write this,

"Would you like to aim for my hole?"

Oh, yeah, perfect.

What do we say? Seriously?

-Give it here.
-Okay.

"I don't know if you have plans
for the weekend."

"Even though I'm not into profiteroles,

I'd be into giving it a go."
In parentheses, "Golf, that is."

To the point.
I couldn't have said it better.

Wanna use a cheeky emoji?

-No, leave it.
-Okay.

Okay. Sending.

He's taking his time.

Maybe he's working.

-Yeah.
-Maybe.

Oh, fuck. He's typing!

Chill. We're not 14 years old.
And this isn't for real, remember?

There are the three dots!

Oh, fuck. He replied!

"I'd love to play a game on Sunday."

Yes!

He's typing again.

"Welcome to the club. Golf club, that is."

Wow, he's so not funny. Poor guy.

I feel sorry for him, yo.

Talk about holes, Rosa.
I know a lot about assholes.

I tell you what.

I'd lock down the projects.
And that'd be it.

But obviously we can't do that.
It's a democracy, so…

HI, MALIK

Our hands are tied.

That said, get your dick out,
and they'll suck you off.

Have you seen the polls?

Sorry, I was busy.

Aren't you interested in what I'm saying?

Anyway, you're too dumb to understand.

Here you go.

You're so dumb.

You really are so dumb.

Wow.

She's so dumb.

Place your feet parallel.

That's it.
Have the putter right in front of you.

-Have a go. Like I told you.
-Okay. Got it.

-Okay.
-I look. I breathe.

-And I hit it.
-That's it.

-I can do it.
-That's it.

I don't believe it.

-Unbelievable.
-No, wait.

-That's exceptional. Bravo!
-It's crazy. It's nuts.

Victor! What a pleasure to see you.
How are you?

-Very well, and you?
-How could I not be well?

Say hello to your father for me.

Of course. I definitely will.

-Thank you. Ma'am.
-Hello.

-Have a good day. Bye.
-You too.

-Who was that?
-I've never seen him before.

-I don't know who he is.
-People pretend to know each other here?

No, he wants to make a good impression
because of my dad.

It's about self-interest.

I'm also here out of self-interest.

Oh, really?

My baby cousin
is looking for an internship at a bank.

So I thought, since you work…

…at a bank. Yes.

You know.

-So it wasn't my charm that made you…
-No.

-Just your cousin?
-My cousin.

Your cousin. An internship.

-Self-interest.
-I understand.

-I'll see what I can do.
-That's nice of you.

You're welcome. Okay, my turn.

-Can I ask you a question?
-Yes, of course.

Why come every Sunday
if it's full of assholes?

Because I love golf.

Yeah.

So…

Ouch. Damn. Well, I never said I was good.

Yo.

What are you doing?

-Is that a real Vasili?
-Who gives a fuck? Come in.

So… Renaissance architecture.

Fuck, you're really talented.

Don't look at that.

-I didn't know you made graphic novels.
-Don't touch that.

-Are they the bank robbers? Cool.
-Come on, give it back.

You're beautiful.

My husband and I
used to run a go-kart track.

Let me tell you,
I've seen a lot of drivers.

Alesi, Prost, Panis.

I didn't get a chance
to see Ocon or Gasly.

Did you see them
at the last Monaco Grand Prix?

You don't care about Formula 1?

We've been busy racing around.
What's that got to do with the robbers?

I'm getting to it.

I saw your robbers in an M3,

driving through a crosswalk at 70 mph.

How do you know it was them?

Because I saw their beards and guns.

Ma'am, are you sure about the car model?
They were driving fast at 70 mph.

A BMW 3 Series station wagon, quad exit.

It's an M3 Touring,
my husband's favorite car.

-He was a great driver.
-The vehicle color, please.

That's the problem.

I'm colorblind.

Okay. Get me a list
of all BMW M3 Touring models in the area,

and send out an alert.

-Okay.
-Thank you, ma'am.

Alexandra? Victor Castel.

Nice to meet you. Rosalie hasn't stopped
singing your praises.

Thank you for accepting my application.

-You're welcome.
-You're offering me a great opportunity.

It's nothing.

Martine, this is Alexandra Perez.
She will be interning with us for a month.

She's the cousin
of a very good friend of mine.

Please keep a watchful eye
on this young lady.

Of course, Mr. Castel.

Martine has been with us since 1986.

-'96.
-'96?

-Yes.
-Oh, '96?

Yes.

-Yes?
-Yes.

All the same,
she knows the bank very well.

Better than anyone, actually.
So you're in good hands.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

I'll see you around.
Have a great internship.

-Martine, I'm counting on you.
-No problem.

See you soon.

-Follow me?
-With pleasure.

I have so many questions to ask you.

Thank you.

What are you having?

Room 927.

I'm not here to have drinks.

What are you doing?

What are you…

-What are you doing?
-Don't look at me.

No, don't look at me.
I'm ugly when I make love, I know it.

Wait, don't say that.

You don't need to hide. You're gorgeous.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You're gorgeous.

Your message was a surprise.

-Are you always this direct?
-No, it's the first time I've done this.

I hope it wasn't too direct.

No.

I don't have the luxury of having coffee
in public with a man I like.

And you didn't have kids?

Well… no.

We tried for a long time,
but we never managed to have any.

And then, one day, he…

He died.

He died?

-Yes.
-Oh, shit.

How did he die?

-I mean, sorry, maybe that's too personal…
-No, don't worry.

-Cancer.
-Cancer?

Testicular.

Okay, let's change the subject.

-I'm ruining the mood.
-You're not ruining it.

Believe me, you're not.
I'm happy we're being so open.

Me, for example…
Look, I'll break the ice too.

My parents abandoned me.

-What?
-Yes.

The Castels?

No, they're the ones who adopted me.

Well, you got pretty lucky.

Yes.

Well, yes. It's debatable.

Why?

My father loves to remind me…

He likes to make me feel
like he drew the short straw.

He loves to tell me
we don't share the same blood.

I think he's mostly disgusted
that I took over his bank.

At the same time, it's not my fault.

I'm his only child, so…

Tough luck for him.

This weekend,
let's do something you never do.

This weekend?

-This weekend might be tricky.
-Why?

I'm arranging for the vault
to be transferred to a national reserve.

-You're emptying the vault?
-Yes.

It's a real pain.
There's a ton of paperwork.

The protocols are super complex.
It'll take me all day.

When is it?

Sunday.

This Sunday?

Yes, this Sunday.

That's too bad.

Subtitle translation by: Hannah Keet