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[lively electronic music playing]

[Lyna] Olympus is no more.

The criminal organization that ruled Paris has fallen.

Destroyed by Damocles.

The godfathers were killed,

their former lieutenants brought to heel.

And the Furies?

Once the guardians of order and justice,

they've now been forced into submission.

Armed to the teeth and ruthless,

Damocles spread fast,

gained power,

and now controls Paris through fear and bloodshed.

[man] The Olympus has a new master,

Damocles.

Think carefully before answering.

Who do you work for?

[engine revving]

[Lyna] For those who still refuse to work for them…

there's just one rule to live by.

Don't get caught.

Five races every night.

Bets go up to 50,000 per car.

Only the best of the best.

[cheering]

You wanna race with that?

Don't be fooled by the looks.

Looks don't tend to lie. [chuckles]

You're not scared Damocles will spot your operation?

I don't give a fuck about those Nazis.

I don't answer to anyone. Someone's gotta resist.

[cheering]

[man] There was this one guy.

Ran a gambling ring.

Nothing too big.

Damocles actually found it.

They hung him and his wife, guts spilling out. [sighs]

No one knows what happened to their kids.

They're savages.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

If you wanna stay off their radar, you've gotta keep moving,

switching things up.

So, yeah.

Mm. I do a bit of everything.

[barking persistently]

[snickering]

Even dog fights.

You gotta starve them a couple of days before the fight.

To get them motivated.

[groans]

Shut up! Shut up!

- You see, the plan was to, um… - [man sighs]

take my car to the track, win the race,

and who knows, maybe celebrate somewhere quiet, just you and me.

- Hmm. Mm. - Somewhere private.

- That's a pretty great plan. - Mm-hmm.

- [car tires screeching] - [Lyna grunts]

[man] Hey!

- [hard hit] - [Lyna grunts]

Hey!

- [groans] - ["Go" by ASHE 22 & Gazo playing]

Hey! Stop! [yelps]

[dog growling]

[screaming]

[Lyna whistles]

[man] She's got the boss! Get her!

Calm down, doggy. Calm down.

- [barking] - [engine revs]

[tires screech]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Release him!

Put the guns down!

It's alI I got.

Goddammit, who the fuck do you work for?

[electronic bleep]

["Go" ends]

- [rapid gunfire] - [bullet shells clattering]

[panting]

What the fuck are you doing, asshole?

We said "intimidate"! "Intimidate", damn it!

They look intimidated.

Forget your Fury bullshit. You're either with us or you're dead.

[mysterious music playing]

[man groans]

[gunfire]

I work for them.

[groans]

[music fades]

SARAJEVO 30 YEARS EARLIER

[Lyna] The biggest mystery about Damocles

is the identity of its leader, Oz.

Word is, he's a former legionnaire turned mercenary.

He handpicked ex-special forces soldiers

and built Damocles into one of the world's deadliest organizations.

To protect himself, he killed everyone who knew his past

or saw his face.

- He became Oz, a name, a legend. - [tense music playing]

Take it or leave it. I don't care.

Means nothing to me.

But the rifles have to stay.

[Oz] I'm not fucking stupid. Who do you think you are?

- Been meaning to ask you the same. - [grunts]

[gun blast]

[groans and gasps]

[Lyna] Damocles can only fall if Oz is exposed.

- But in years, no one even got close. - [people shouting]

[music fades]

[bird calling]

[mysterious music playing]

[lighter clicks and flicks]

[Selma] Listen to me. We don't have a choice.

Keep your head down, don't stir things up,

and do what you have to do to stay under Damocles' radar.

But trust me, Lyna, I'm gonna find a way to get us out of this.

For now, just focus on staying alive.

[Papou] You're up already?

I had trouble sleeping.

Well, I can see that.

Uh, no, don't do that, Selma.

That's good meat, you have to treat it gently, you know.

Oh. That's never been my strong suit.

[chuckles faintly] Well…

All right, let's see what we can salvage here.

I know that feeling.

[cell phone ringing]

You don't have to pick up.

We can pack our bags, get in a car…

How far's Seville? 20 hours? We can be there in 12.

And get new identities?

Change our faces?

What color eyes do you want?

[rapid knocking]

[man] You hear a whistle, you rush over.

Whether you're at mass or riding your husband.

Is that clear?

You'll have people watching today.

At least pretend you're not useless.

[deep breathing echoes]

[liquid hissing]

[intriguing music playing]

DRISS ARAGO'S OLD HQ

NEW DAMOCLES HQ

All right, get out.

- [dog barks] - Get out, damn it.

You stay here, okay?

No, I'm good.

[whispering] Son of a bitch.

- What did you say? - Excuse me?

That's what I thought.

- [sighs] - [music fades]

- [snaps fingers] - You, follow me.

- [music fades] - [distant siren blaring]

- Sweep the area for now. - Okay.

- Don't make a mess like last time. - Got it.

Here.

Thanks.

- When's the last time you slept? - I don't have time to sleep, Iris.

You're not alone, Elie. You have a team.

And you've got me, too. Okay?

We found an old security camera up there.

But I wouldn't want to interrupt you.

[tense music playing]

Okay, I'll go check it out.

What's your deal with him?

What's your deal?

His partner gets shot, he gets promoted. You don't have a problem with that?

I don't.

[indistinct chatter]

- So? - Can't see anything.

What is it?

[Iris] Mm.

You obviously have something to say.

We're going out for drinks tonight with the team.

So far it's me and… you.

[Iris chuckles]

[chuckling]

You and… So, just you and me?

[chuckles]

Oh, come on, there's no way.

I didn't say no.

They called that Tossar guy. He's a real dick.

[intriguing music playing]

[Elie clears his throat]

Ah.

Elie. Commander Tossar.

I'm running this operation now.

Oh, uh, you mind getting us some coffee, sweetheart?

[sighs]

Uh, well, I see you're doing a good job here.

Takes balls to deal with this mess.

Glad to know there are guys like you around.

We'll get this case solved fast, I'm sure.

- Know who we're dealing with? - I do, yeah.

Damocles. We'll fill them so full of lead, it's gonna drip out their assholes.

You get the picture?

- I get it, yeah. - [feedback buzzes]

[Tossar] Ah.

Did you find anything?

Mm-mm, nope.

[chuckles faintly]

We're taking him to Varda.

Have you met him yet?

No?

He's something.

Let's wait here.

Arago, keep an eye on him.

[people grunting]

Arago?

Arago as in Selma Arago?

So you're their lapdog now?

CLANDESTINE LABORATORY FORMER OLYMPIANS - PARIS XV

It's really simple, guys.

Either you work for us or not at all.

Word on the street is, you're dealing behind Damocles' back.

That's unacceptable.

So the Fury herself is going to punish you.

- [clicking] - [tense music playing]

- Three heads. - [clicking]

[bullet clatters]

- Three bullets. - [bullet clatters]

Showtime.

[body thuds]

[man whimpering]

So what's the holdup?

If I end up having to step in,

I'll add an extra bullet.

I'll give you three minutes.

[watch bleeps]

[chuckles] Come on, no way.

Don't tell me the Fury bent over for those assholes.

You don't have a choice, do you?

[tense music continues]

[Selma] I have a choice.

That's a comforting thought.

[inhales deeply]

- I smoke because I want to. - [exhales]

That asshole gave me an order, but instead of following it,

I'll smoke.

I'm choosing it.

What if I told you something that could hurt them?

Did you see how many guys they sent after me?

I'm just a small-time bookie. Why would Varda want me?

Huh?

In 40 seconds, it'll be you or me.

I'm not going to say you have a choice, because that's not true,

but there is one thing you get to choose.

Would you rather be killed in a filthy locker

or deal with this with a little dignity?

Spill it. Cut to the chase.

I'm not the one they're after. It's my sister, Blanche.

She worked for them at a high level.

I'm talking, like, Oz's right-hand killer, you know?

Three weeks ago, she disappeared.

She knows who Oz is.

She saw his face.

[Lyna] Where is she now?

[man] She's hiding.

Damocles thinks she's on the run. But she's still in Paris.

I'll tell you where if you get me out of here.

[quiet contemplative music playing]

Here.

[coughs faintly]

I'll make them pay.

I promise you.

[faint buzzing]

[echoing gun blast]

Stick with me if you wanna fuck them over.

What do you say? Huh, Fury?

[dramatic music rises]

Come on.

Lyna Arago.

We meet at last.

Thanks for bringing him all the way here.

- Anton Varda, I'm in charge around here. - After Oz.

She tried to get away, but, uh, I was there.

- What? No. I… - Like I said, she was trying--

- I actually-- - He's right, I know.

His phrasing is just kinda off.

What he should've said is "She was trying to run away

- because I was negligent." - Varda--

[thud]

- [gasping] - [ominous music playing]

- [hard kicking] - [man gasping]

Just in time.

[ominous music continues]

You okay, boss?

He's starting to get sick of me.

But to be honest, it's mutual.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Varda sighs] There's no room for mistakes around here.

[The Fixer] He's getting sick of you?

They'll wanna kill me eventually.

You just have to say the word, Selma.

- You heard from Mud Man? - They said I can't see him.

[man] The gun is shit.

Fix it.

All I know is they scooped up every weapons guy in the business.

So he can't afford to screw up.

[gun clicking]

But he's pretty good. He'll be fine, and so will I.

Plus, I'm sure you'll find a solution for all of us.

[gun clicks]

You and Selma are alive because we gave you a chance.

One wrong move, and you'll end up like him.

That clear?

[The Fixer] Selma, I can't live like this, I'd rather die, really.

See how they dress me?

- Not a bad look for you, man. - [sighs faintly]

I'm not myself without a suit on.

Can you get me a meeting with The Belgian?

The Belgian, as in the Carny's right-hand man?

I'll take care of it.

See ya, boss.

[Varda] Well, it's already too late for Selma.

What can I say?

Too resistant to authority.

But I have high hopes for you.

Welcome to the team. Clean this up, okay?

Hey, Franco! Come on, let's go.

Wait, let's talk. Can we…?

[shuddering faintly]

[sighs]

[groaning] Fuck.

[both groan]

[body clatters]

Blanche. She's a traitor, apparently.

- Know anything-- - No, no, no.

Listen to me. Keep your mouth shut.

You gotta look the other way,

and most importantly, stop listening to that voice.

- The voice that gets you in trouble. - Hear me out.

And me too!

Just think for a second.

They have it planned out, down to the order we're dying in.

Yeah, so right now, you should have one priority, okay?

Make sure you stay alive. That's all.

["Out Of Love" by Courrier Sud playing]

[no audio]

["Out Of Love" continues]

When you were little, you always had to rescue every stray dog you saw.

Well, guess I haven't changed much, then.

Does this one have a name?

No.

You can give him one, if you want.

- You know they followed you, right? - Mm-hmm.

[inhales]

Mom, what if they…

Don't worry.

I still know how to defend myself.

[mysterious music playing]

[door slams]

[Selma] The Belgian.

[The Belgian] I hate that nickname, you know that.

I've never even been there. You know that too.

I like the new place, it's nice.

Kinda stark, full of character, like you.

Did you come here alone, Capone?

I'm the best crook in Paris, what are you sayin'?

[object clatters]

I heard Carny advised you to stay away from me.

Carny "Advised"? Not his thing, you know?

More of a good old-fashioned family ban.

He said if you wanted to talk, you'd have to come to us.

Me? Go to him?

I don't want to die.

You came, though. Aren't you afraid of him?

I am. But I'm more afraid of you.

What'd you wanna talk about? You know my time is precious.

Oh, no. Your time isn't precious, darling.

Because freelancers like you? With Damocles, you're done, that's it.

But I can change that. I wanna change that.

But I'll need your help.

[upbeat pop music playing]

[coughs]

Is it me or are they all 14 here?

Wanna check some IDs right now?

Or we could go to my place.

Um…

- Now? - Yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

LYNA - NEW MESSAGE WE NEED TO MEET.

TELL ME WHERE AND I'LL BE THERE.

No, I think I'm gonna head out.

[Iris] Mm.

Okay.

- You okay? - Hmm.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, personal stuff. Don't worry.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah.

[kisses]

I'm a cop and I'm armed.

You really know how to pick a meeting spot.

I was expecting discreet, but not romantic.

My bad. That was stupid.

Why did you wanna see me?

- I haven't heard from you. Been worried. - I know how to destroy Damocles.

[mysterious music playing]

Want to rally all the clans? The families and gangs of the city and greater Paris?

You think together we'll have better luck against Damocles?

[chuckles] I don't believe in luck.

Well, you could use it, I'd say.

Because fighting Damocles, I get that. But why us?

Why not your old friends? [clicks teeth] Parisian barons,

Olympus boys…

Damocles owns whoever's still around.

I don't know how, but they do.

No one in Paris dares to make a move.

For years you hunted us down, judging and punishing us, now you want our help.

Seems a bit far-fetched.

Well, I thought I'd try anyway.

[mysterious music stops]

[Lyna] Selma has something else in mind, but it's suicide.

And this Franco guy, do you trust him?

No. But he's telling the truth.

[Elie] Hmm.

And you trust me?

I don't know, we don't talk anymore, suddenly you come to me.

- Why? - I know Selma.

Her plan is not gonna end well.

But if we do this with you, we'll all make it out alive.

I am done with this life. I never wanted to be a Fury, but this?

I swear, doing Damocles' dirty work is so fucking awful. You can't even imagine.

Maybe a little.

I'd take working with the cops over that any day.

Apparently my biological mother was an undercover cop,

so maybe it's in my genes.

So, are you in?

I give you Oz and you get us out.

- What? - Getting you out is one thing.

- But your team? I don't know. - [inhales]

- They don't exactly have a clean slate. - [sighs]

No. I want full immunity for all of them.

Mud Man, The Fixer, Selma.

[groans] Selma…

What about Selma?

You don't see she's stringing you along and using you, it drives me…

[sighing]

- With Selma, it's complicated. - It's complicated, I know…

Cut it out.

Everyone. Non-negotiable.

Will they even agree?

Can you picture them living a normal life? A mortgage…

They don't need to know about it for now.

You know what Selma's gonna do once she finds out.

Just make sure she doesn't.

Stubborn, aren't you?

Getting you and your friends a pardon might be doable.

But your friends behaving? In your dreams, Lyna.

My dreams, my problems.

Okay.

[breathing deeply]

Okay.

- I'll sell your deal to my boss. - Thanks.

Don't do anything crazy, okay?

Nothing crazy, promise.

[Elie sighs]

[mysterious music playing]

Perfect.

I won't tell you anything.

Hmm?

You will.

Do you know you have to mistreat the grapes in order to make good wine?

It's the only way.

Twenty days of maceration to make sure you draw out all the aromas.

Then you age it in a barrel for 24 months.

Mm.

Oh, yeah.

Patience.

Patience is a beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree?

Mm. Mm.

Mm.

- [electronic humming] - [music becomes ominous]

You and I are going to take our time, right?

Let's do it.

- [electrical zapping] - [groaning]

- Where is Blanche hiding? - [screaming]

[zapping stops]

Sorry, couldn't hear you over the machine, Franco.

I said where's Blanche?

[Franco groans quietly]

[electrical zapping]

Okay. Let's do it.

[screaming]

[tense music playing]

[people grunting]

A spot has opened up in the legion.

Just one.

[tense music playing]

[people shouting]

Hey!

[man] Do it!

Do it!

[man 1] Come on!

[man 2] Get him! Come on!

[people continue shouting]

[faint shouting]

[mysterious music playing]

[muffled screams]

[people shouting]

[man 1] Come on!

- [man 2] Come on! Get him! - [thudding]

[man 3] Take that!

[scraping]

[music fades]

- [intriguing music playing] - [scraping continues]

Oh, Fred.

You're fucking--

- [grunting] - [shouting continues]

[thudding]

- [shouting continues] - [grunting]

[grunts]

[man] Yeah! Come on!

[grunting]

[panting]

- [gasps] - Hey.

It's me.

- Get up. - [groaning]

- Fuck. Help me out here, man. - It hurts too much.

[groans]

[weakly] My sister.

What?

My sister's hiding at the Imperial.

- The Imperial. - Okay.

It hurts too much.

Help me. Kill me.

Kill me, please.

[groans]

Please.

Please. [groans]

- [noise] - [gasps]

[groans]

[distant thud]

- I'm sorry. - No.

- No. - I'm sorry.

[shouting continues]

[both groaning]

[groaning]

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

Well then…

I wasn't done with you, bud.

[knife clicks on table]

[electronic bleep]

[alarm blaring]

[choking]

[man] Follow me.

[moaning]

[groans]

[alarm continues blaring]

[groans and coughs]

[mysterious music playing]

[music stops]

[gun clatters]

[door creaking]

[door shuts]

What was her name again?

Your colleague.

Keïta, is that right?

Mmm.

We'll catch the guy who did it.

We're gonna find him, he'll do something stupid.

We'll have no choice but to respond, you know.

Obviously, strictly by the book.

I read your file.

Your report.

[gun clicks]

[gunfire echoing]

[bullet shells clatter]

[sniffs] It's solid.

But it's weird, when I read it, I…

I'm not sure what it was.

It's either instinct, or just my hangover.

Something was off about it.

Is there something you wanna tell me?

I have a source at Damocles.

Huh.

He wants a clean exit in exchange for info.

Oh.

A pardon, naturally.

I'll need something solid to get that for you.

It'll be solid.

Half our moles come back empty-handed.

The other half end up dead.

You'd bet your career on this guy?

What's his name?

[breathing deeply] Mmm.

I'll have to, uh… talk to the chief,

I will have to talk to the commissioner,

who'll have to talk to the governor's office.

I can guess what they'll want.

The head of the organization. Oz.

Alive, though.

So they can strut into court afterwards and do their little TV interviews.

Can your guy do that?

[sniffs]

Mmm.

[music fades]

[sighs]

[knocking]

You okay?

This is the men's room.

Is that so?

Normally, when I grab a drink with a guy,

he doesn't spend the next day hiding from me.

- I-- - You seemed pretty off yesterday.

I just wanted to make sure your mom was okay.

Or your brother, or sister… or girlfriend.

It's all good.

- Okay. - Wasn't my girlfriend.

[Elie sighs]

Awesome.

I'll just finish getting changed, if you don't mind?

Yep. For sure.

I'll leave you to it.

[faint distortion]

- Can you hear me, Elie? - [Elie] I hear you.

- [Lyna sighs] Was the earpiece necessary? - You work for me, Lyna.

Your dreams, my methods.

[intriguing music playing]

[Mud Man chuckles]

- Get in here, kid. Ahh. Ahh. - [Lyna chuckles]

[both chuckle]

- How are you? - Aw, Simon. Just hug her, bro. Come on.

Okay, guys, that's enough.

[music stops]

[bird's wings fluttering]

What have you done this time? You know it's not safe for us to meet.

You're sure nobody followed you, right?

Is that a real question?

Go ahead, dummy, I'm listening. Why are we here?

- You better have a good reason. - [ethereal music playing]

She's hiding out at the Imperial.

We find Blanche, we find Oz.

We find Blanche, we find Oz, we put a bullet in his head,

we wipe out Damocles and we free Paris.

[Elie] If Oz dies, there's no deal.

[Lyna sighs]

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm thinking she's dangerous and her defenses are up,

so she won't be alone.

Well, you're not alone either.

[music fades]

[Selma] I can kill Oz myself,

but if we wanna take down Damocles, we'll need Carny and his men.

That's your plan? To take down Damocles? Build an army?

Not an army, a resistance.

You remember that those guys are all criminals

who were booted from Paris by yourself on behalf of the Olympians not long ago?

Someone had to do the dirty work, so…

If Damocles doesn't kill you, they will.

I know what I'm doing.

Build a resistance, kill Oz,

overthrow Damocles, all for what?

Bring back Olympus?

You do know there's another way, right?

One where you wouldn't have to keep doing the dirty work.

It's part of the job. I accept it.

Was it part of the job to have to shoot your brother by the Seine?

[dramatic musical stinger]

[ominous music playing]

You really want to talk about that now?

I do.

You wanna know why I killed him, I'm assuming.

I killed him because you shot him in the belly.

And he was about to die like a dog.

But he didn't want you putting that shame on yourself.

So I protected you from that.

Because it's my job.

I'm a Fury.

But I know you don't understand.

Because you run, and you run,

but apparently you don't realize that our ghosts are always faster.

[groaning]

Did you sleep well?

[man groans]

Ready for more?

[music fades]

[groans painfully]

[wheezing]

Wait, please.

[electronic buzzing]

No, please.

Blanche?

[man moans faintly]

[gasps]

The Imperial.

She's at the Imperial.

[buzzing stops]

Would you look at that?

Knock yourself out.

[shudders]

- [groaning] - [intriguing music playing]

IMPERIAL HOTEL, PARIS XVI

Simon?

Simon.

- It's all set. - Okay, go ahead.

[music swells]

[music stops]

[tense music playing]

- Fuck, I think that's gas. - [elevator bell dings]

[Selma] On the ground, hands on your head.

You have five seconds.

[man] We found Blanche! Let's go!

[car engine starts]

[buzzer ringing]

Sh.

[music fades]

[tense musical stinger]

[gasps faintly and shudders]

[tense music playing]

[shudders faintly]

[door creaking]

[dramatic action music playing]

[both grunting]

[grunting over cell phone]

- [gasps] - [air whirring]

[grunts]

- [Selma] Let go. - [gun clicks]

[Lyna and Blanche panting]

What's with the face? We're here to help you.

What? You don't work for Damocles?

[Selma] No.

Ever think about asking before you start throwing fists?

[Selma] We have a deal to offer you.

[Blanche] I can't tell you who Oz is.

[The Fixer] I can make her talk.

- No matter what, I couldn't tell you-- - I guarantee you'll spill the beans.

You're not listening to me.

I'm not the one who saw him. He's the one who knows Oz's face.

Hey, kid, it's okay, you can come out.

[dramatic music playing]

- [Blanche whistles] - [Mud Man] What's your name?

[Blanche] Léon. Doesn't talk much. You'll see.

Wait, who's Léon?

[Elie] Lyna, who's Léon?

[Blanche] Oz asked me to track him down.

Leon's the only one who could recognize him.

I know what he'll do to him if I ever bring him back.

So obviously, I didn't.

Hey, kid. Don't be scared.

I know he seems a little, "Rrrr," grumpy,

but I promise he's actually a real softie.

Are you gonna help us?

[car doors shut]

[tense music playing]

Lyna, you gotta leave. Damocles is here.

Selma, we have to move.

- Okay, let's go. - [Blanche] Léon, come with me.

There's another exit in the back.

[elevator bell dings]

No, Léon!

[groans]

[gasps] Don't look!

Fuck! Niko!

- [smoke hissing] - [ominous music playing]

[man] Go back!

- Forward! - [man] Go!

- Hold her head! - [rapid gunfire]

[gasping]

Where's the other exit?

Léon, look at me.

Where's the other exit?

- [gunfire continues] - [gasping]

- [Mud Man] Come on. - [groans]

You're gonna be okay. You'll be okay.

[gunfire continues]

[men grunt painfully]

[whistles]

[gunfire continues]

[ominous music builds to a climax]

- [music fades] - [flare hissing]

[fire roaring]

["Go" by ASHE 22 & Gazo playing]