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Didn't I give you everything?

Didn't I provide you a room with full board?

And you want to leave now?

Well, you're gonna run. Don't worry, you'll leave.

So, you want to run away from me?

From me? From me?!

Get down. Down!

You want to leave?

Go. Go!

Go. If you hurry, you From me?

Go away!

Leave!

Let her go. Without shoes on, she won't go far.

Come here, girl, come here.

So, what do you think?

I think it's a very good idea. Fantastic.

When is the regular production due?

In ten days or so.

Your uncle cared very much for this distillery.

He wanted everything to happen here, and not on the mainland.

I don't know why.

- Everything OK? - Yes.

I've know you since you were a little kid.

I bounced you on my knees more than once.

We went hunting together, with François, in the hills.

You were the only one to call me Uncle Charly. Do you remember?

I do remember.

You were a nice kid.

Even though you didn't smile much.

But on your face, there was always something

like the shadow of a cloud above the sea.

My friends want to make money.

A lot of money.

Everyone wants to make money.

Them even more.

The difference with them

is they don't use the legal justice system.

Nothing like that. You get it?

Although,

if things were to take a bad turn,

there's nothing personal...

François is dead.

Now you're the guarantee.

If someone goes wrong,

you will deal with the consequences.

Only you.

Hey, baby.

That's business, come on.

That's business! You understand?

Come on.

Come here!

Come here.

Hey boss, if you see my sister tonight...

I have no reason to see her...

Well, still, remind her she owes me two grand for her pool.

Is it ready, Momo?

Everything's ready, we can go.

OK, let's go.

What was that?

I don't know.

Some nutter. It's the full moon.

Hey!

- Shit, Momo! What was that? - A wild boar or something.

We lost Nicoli.

Turn around.

Shit, Momo, she's just a kid.

You saw it, right? I couldn't avoid her.

Thanks for the help. Now go away.

- The help? - Yeah, she's with us.

We lost her for a bit. You found her. Thank you. Now fuck off.

Come on, cuz, let's go.

You know what? I'll find you.

- What's going on? - I couldn't avoid her.

We need to call the paramedics, otherwise she's gonna die.

And why not call the cops while you're at it?

You won't be the one to tell me what I can or can't do.

I want to go out, so I will.

You're not going out!

Oh yeah?

And how do you plan on stopping me?

Uh?

Tell me.

Are you...

are you going to tie me to a chair?

Right?

And then, you're gonna put your gloves on,

and...

you're gonna hit me until I can't speak anymore.

Shut up!

"Shut up"? That's all I do shutting up!

You think I don't know what you're all planning?

- You and the other bitch... - Stop!

Stop.

Your trips with your friends,

and your tabs at the casino, how do you think we pay for them?

As if I didn't know where the money comes from.

Do you think it's sane for me to see you argue all the time?

You smoked again, didn't you?

Don't say no, you stink.

It's not my fault if my sax teacher smokes like a chimney.

The sax teacher? Are you fucking with me?

Since when do you play sax?

Since forever!

Since forever, uh?

Yes, since Year 7. Can I go?

Don't yell at her, maybe she's telling the truth.

The truth?

- Sure, be on her side again. - What?

If you were here more often, if you took care of her...

we wouldn't be in this situation!

- If "I" took care of her? Me? - Yes, you!

- Stop! Screw you! - Fuck you.

I'm fed up with you!

- You don't even take care of her! - Stop it!

Hello?!

Your lovely sister.

Yeah?

I'm fine.

I'm on my way.

A kid. Fifteen or sixteen years old.

Poor kid...

- Who is she? - She had no ID.

Only an old man's shirt.

They were hunting her like an animal.

I recognized one of them, if it helps.

The one with the gun, Poletti.

Poletti?

He's always around the barracks. He's a good for nothing.

Find me those guys.

The bets are placed.

Yes! Come on, baby!

Come on, there's a fight!

Stop it!

That loser is Livardi's son.

Livardi?

Hey, that's Emilie!

- Are you OK? - Faggot!

- My sister gets her say! - She's my wife, so she has nothing to say.

- Are you OK? - Get lost, you old whore.

- What? - She's coming with me!

How's this for an "old whore", you bastard!

- Get off! - Calm down!

- We have to ask you to leave. - Old whore!

Everyone calm down! Calm down!

Bitch!

Emilie? Are you OK.

Emilie?

Assalamu alaykoum.

Wa alaykum assalam.

- Well? - They know. They're scared.

Yes, they're scared.

These guys stick together

- since they're living here illegally. - Poletti buys girls,

from round there.

Albanians, Romanians...

Very young, ready to work.

They go around building site barracks.

These are men far from their wives, you know...

They're ashamed

because we'll say, "Arabs, again".

Come on, let's go.

Contusions to the face and limbs,

lacerations, bite marks, and cranial trauma.

- Will she live? - What business is it of yours?

- I'm her lawyer. - Well,

the examination revealed major vaginal bleeding

I requested a colleague to perform a gynaecological exam.

This revealed older lacerations

possibly due to repeated, multiple rapes.

We therefore carried out a rectal examination.

She's probably only 16, but she has already been used,

a lot.

What did you find?

Albanian whores in building site barracks.

Poletti is the one behind this.

We're looking. We'll find him.

Do we have whores, too?

Look here.

I swear, Sandra,

no women. I'd rather die.

I have to go.

Are you sure you want Poletti?

- Certain. Why? - He's one of Hyacinthe's guys.

Hyacinthe Léandri.

Our mother's brother.

He may not like you butting in.

If I were you...

You're not.

Coming home at this hour?

Why?

Are you afraid I'm cheating on you?

A real woman looks after her kids.

And you're a real man?

If you were a real man,

you'd be the boss, not your sister.

- Want to play? - Yes.

I heard singing...

- Was it you? - It's not against protocol.

- Protocol? - The rules for taking care of patients.

There are rules, you know.

Don't you think she's thin?

Emaciated,

like all schizophrenics.

Mute...

Do you think she can hear us?

That she can understand us?

We don't know.

Maybe something broke in their heads one day.

Or maybe one day, they chose to not hear anything anymore.

Excuse me, but she mustn't get cold.

That idiot Emilie got smacked by Marc Livardi last night.

Marc Livardi,

- Mémé's son? - Yes, Marc Livardi.

What are you getting at?

That arsehole called an old whore in public.

Marc Livardi?

What's wrong with that bastard lately?

You pay if you insult a Paoli!

That name might not be worth much since François died.

In any case, she'll need plastic surgery.

He hit her with brass knuckles.

Marc Livardi?

Where are you going?

To beat that bastard up.

Wait a bit, Jo's coming.

Shit!

My brother can come by, right?

Sure, I'm just messing with you.

- Sleep well? - You?

- Little sis. - How are you?

And you?

Hey, sis...

- You still owe me 2,000 for the pool. - Here we go!

No way, you come here at 8 in the morning

about that damn pool!

- And you told the whole village... - Hey!

No, seriously!

Maybe the pool's a gift.

Tell him about Mémé Livardi. He'll like that.

- It's a secret. - What secret?

Mémé Livardi

just landed a sweet contract.

80 grand for the Figari airport expansion.

80,000 just for him?

For now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Mémé Livardi...

- The Public Works contractor? - Yes.

Hello.

He never caves in.

Good company, good reputation.

- So what? - So what?

It's the idea place to raise a little nest egg.

Go on.

We use François' method.

We go in as partners, one by one.

Then we make our hole

and then he owns nothing.

An 80,000 euros deal, imagine.

Figari! That's great.

I can imagine.

Who'll set it up?

Marie-Luce.

She's feeling down, she needs something to do.

- Marie-Luce, in construction? - Why not?

- She told me about this. - All right then.

Why would Livardi negotiate this time around?

Because of one silly mistake.

Believe me.

Santoni!

Ange-Marie wants to talk.

I'm glad you're here.

You scared us, you know?

Everything OK, Mattei?

Yes.

Ange-Marie, good morning.

Thank you for inviting me into your home.

This is my son, Bastien.

He wanted to become a customs officer,

but he didn't have the right diploma.

He wanted to get into the civil services.

As they say in French...

A hydraulic technician, in the village, for example.

Come here...

A hydraulic technician?

Hydraulic technicians open the valves to clean the gutters.

They used to be called street sweepers.

But this is the civil service...

Come here.

Ange-Marie.

I'm here for my cousin, Francesca.

Her husband's land came from his grandfather.

But there are no deeds.

Now Lucien Rizatti's son...

says it was supposedly...

the inheritance his grandfather left to his mother. See?

That's it.

Hyacinthe Léandri...

Follow me, please.

Hello, Ange-Marie.

The Léandri family thanks you for what you did for Anne,

your mother, my sister.

Yet I regret it took you so long to react.

But you did well.

I also regret François Paoli's choice for succession.

A female clan leader is like a homosexual.

It's not natural.

Nature says, "Screw you".

Things are changing.

The world is changing, everything changes.

Your sister is crazy.

She was crazy before she met my father.

You really do have the same blood.

She's crazy and you're an imbecile.

Maybe I am an imbecile.

But you will leave Gino Poletti alone.

Gino Poletti?

I heard you're looking for him. I also heard,

you grabbed something belonging to him.

That girl's not an object.

- She's a human being. - Gino Poletti works for me!

He has my permission.

If you go after him, you go after me!

So, hand over the whore.

- Give her back, or else... - Or else what?

Come on, I'll show you the dogs. Simon,

bring the dogs.

Look, these are clan bosses.

They're dominant.

Go on!

Why are you doing this?

Did you think this is a game?

This is war!

You started a fire

by taking that girl!

Now you have to put it out.

How?

Give him back his whore!

Otherwise, it's war! Look!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I got this in the mail, after François died.

Your uncle,

was a ladies' man. What did you expect?

He had a lot of women.

I couldn't give François a child.

Do you remember Gisela Bianchini?

Simon's niece who helped with the laundry?

- Yes, I remember... - She disappeared one day,

without a word.

Later, I heard it was because she was expecting a child.

I always thought it was François' son.

Was it his?

No.

I saw her once

and I asked her.

She said no, François wasn't the father.

You never asked François?

No, never.

What did you do?

I sent money, through Simon.

Every month, so she could raise him well.

She died six months ago.

The hospital sent me this.

His birth certificate and a letter...

The letter asked me to keep watching out for her son,

her little boy...

That kid is Rémi Andreani.

The man you got out of jail.

Sandra, they're waiting for you.

What do we do about Livardi? Do we pressure him?

We pressure him.

But only because you asked me.

Sandra.

Ange.

- Your daughter... - What?

- See how she's dressed? - It's good.

"Good"?

Yes?

We can move on Livardi, it's a go.

Mattei, the boss gave the go-ahead for Livardi.

- Let me go. - Kneel.

Hands on your head.

Isn't this nice?

I've got a message for Livardi.

From now on,

we're watching you!

We'll always be behind you, OK?

Make the smallest mistake, the slightest slip,

and you'll be punished.

Nice Porsche, Livardi.

What are you doing with my car? What's this?

- What are you doing? - Get in.

We'll deal with the son and the company.

The dad's yours.

All this for a few smacks and insults?

He didn't know.

What would you do for a family member?

I don't know.

If they were disfigured after being punched?

Your son made a mistake.

Stop. This is just a pretext to make me pay a fine.

We agree that tonight

was just a warning.

Let me go, you bastards!

Someone has to pay.

The father for the son...

Unless you prefer we bill him?

Bill him?

You haven't lost anything yet,

and neither has your son.

My son?

- How much? - Sit down, Mr. Livardi.

20,000 euros paid to the victim.

The cost of the surgery she needs.

OK.

And you have to hire

Marie-Luce Paoli as a partner.

This is grotesque! You're going too far!

Accepting a Paoli

means leaving ourselves open to all your scams.

Fraudulent use of corporate property, embezzlement,

fixing markets... You think I'll accept this?

As for the airport,

you must partner up with Nicoli's construction company

which will supply the machines.

How did you know about this?

How did you know about Figari?

That was supposed to remain confidential.

How could you know?

I know everything.

You see, you have no choice.

Do you love your son?

It's me.

Hello?

Hang on, Mr. Livardi. Here's your son.

Dad!

Go on, scream!

Dad, help me!

- Help! - Marc?

I'm right here...

Hello?

Make them stop.

- Stop them! - Then sign the contract.

No serial numbers, no purchase orders.

All free, stolen goods. Look, isn't this nice?

- What? - Looks good.

Come on, guys. A real bomber jacket,

keeps you warm even at 100 below!

When has it ever been 100 below here?

- Not at 26,000 feet! - Do you go up that high?

- Your frozen brain does! - And yours?

Do you always have to be like this?

How much did you get?

- Looking for me? What do you want? - Leave this to me.

- It's good you came. - Good, yeah.

- Give me the girl. - What's the problem?

What's the problem?

Lay a hand on me, you're dead.

Get lost.

You'll regret this.

You'll fucking regret this!

You're recycling cripples now?

- Beat it. - Give back the girl!

Shithead.

Get some guys and tail that bastard.

Get him on film.

I'm tailing Poletti's SUV,

we're leaving the road to Corte.

It's 4:30 pm,

the bastard is dropping the girls off.

I'll stay on his tail.

What did you get?

I have everything we need, and more, right here.

She's not going to like this.

I know.

Take this to her.

Hurry back for a job.

A job?

You won't like it, but it's work.

This is for you.

From Jean-Michel.

I have to go.

I'm tailing Poletti's SUV,

we're leaving the road to Corte.

It's 4:30 pm, the bastard is dropping the girls off.

I'll stay on his tail.

Do you often meet

with men at 2am in car washes?

Why? Are you scared?

This is my place.

The unstoppable Paoli empire...

I guess this is what you call "diversifying".

It's all there.

If you don't take care of this...

I will.

You intrigue me.

That's all for today.

Charly Scaglia.

AKA Charly the Machine.

He's on file for vandalism and drugs offences.

No arrests, no trials.

Customs flagged him this morning

arriving on Flight 867 from Milan.

No, keep it.

Charly the Machine is a big fish, you know.

He only travels for one reason.

It's usually to settle a score.

People rarely survive.

He's very meticulous. The first time he just visits,

the second time he kills.

I don't know him.

I'm relieved.

I'd be worried if you worked with a guy like that.

He left the airport

in a car that was waiting for him.

The car belonged to one of the nebulous Paolis' many companies.

One of the nebulous

Paolis' many companies...

You've got a way with words.

Does money bother you, Rocca?

No, not really.

My father was a Communist.

That didn't stop me from defending money.

Sometimes you have to make peace with your conscience.

What bothers me is impunity.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm not sure why I'm telling you this.

I haven't decided

whether I like you or not,

in your new role.

Corsican authorities

broke up a prostitution ring this morning.

A dozen people on the island were arrested.

Official sources say more arrests will follow,

as the ring had accomplices as far away as Albania.

Many illegals aliens were found,

as were large sums of money and weapons.

- This apparently recent ring... - Have you seen the news?

Yes.

What'll happen to the girls?

They'll be sent home

after they testify.

A charter flight to Shits-ville.

They're illegal aliens.

Here, we don't like illegal aliens.

Freeze, drop your weapon.

On the ground.

One hand, nice and easy.

On your knees.

Hands behind your head.

Call your friend.

There's no war, the girl died last night.

How?

Alone in her room.

Her door was guarded, nobody touched her.

She was just unlucky.

Don't move, easy now.

Come on.

People like you

don't get the rules until it's too late.

In our game,

we never go to the cops.

Never.

There are no absolute rules, Hyacinthe.

Only specific cases.

Did you kill François?

What would that change?

It would change nothing.

Look at your sister, Hyacinthe.

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