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SOMEWHERE IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA

It's almost midnight, brother.

They'll be here anytime. Grab your stuff.

Shit!

Farid, this isn't the Englishmen's gear, it's El Feo's.

Oh, yeah?

We can't steal a tonne off El Feo.

Who cares?

When El Feo knows it's you, you're dead anyway.

Farid!

Go to hell.

-OK? -And you?

Don't let her watch me.

She can't even talk.

It's for her sake. You want her to learn how to deal dope?

-Shams, wait. -What?

Can you ask Morphée for an advance?

He won't give you any more money.

Trouble with my in-laws. I need a lawyer.

He could put the frighteners on your in-laws if you want.

No, I like them.

Then let them have your kids. You can't cope with them.

That's because of all your comings and goings.

Who are you to tell me how to live?

Don't worry, I'll see you're OK.

Thanks.

Fix this for me, you're an angel.

Hi, Shams.

Hi, Sylvinho. Hurt yourself?

C'mon, tell me.

After the match I went in the square for a piss,

and I bumped into some Lyon supporters.

When I saw their shaved heads I went mental.

Skins?

I had a can of beer in my hand. I chucked it right at them.

-Those bastards... -They did that to you?

This? No, I did this getting out of bed.

OK, Big Ben?

About time! What you been up to?

They're queuing up to hand over their cash.

Got the gear?

Smells good.

How do I cut it?

There's not much here.

Don't cut it too big.

I got nothing else, I'll have to shut up shop.

That's just for now. I got some wicked gear coming in.

Cool.

I'll be back later. Be careful.

Thanks.

If not you, it was your brother.

You're always pestering me, your shepherds and your dogs.

I have been told, I must avenge myself...

And...?

Come on!

With that, deep in the forest,

the wolf took off the lamb and ate it

without further ado.

You understand, Kylian?

You have to be tough. Understood?

Shams!

Hi, my little pal!

All right?

I've been waiting an hour. Where you been?

I had to nip into the shop.

Let's go.

Watch him. His mother's coming for him.

I haven't tried it, but El Feo's gear's the best.

You trust me, right?

What's going on?

He said the truck was coming last night.

SPAIN

Hello, Mr Parisian. It's nice of you to call.

What's going on? We haven't had a delivery.

Yes, I can imagine you must be a bit worried.

This nephew of the fellow who brought us together...

The kid with the nice physique...

Has he worked for you long?

Yes.

- You trust him? -What do you mean?

His uncle has disappeared with the merchandise.

What the hell is this?

He's worked for me since he was a kid. I trained him.

Et tu, Brute!

What?

I paid cash! So either get the merchandise to me

or pay me back!

If you're fucking with me...

I'll be very clear, Mr Parisian.

Send me the nephew and you'll get your money.

What did Farid give you to get the boat's GPS coordinates?

A visa.

A visa for my sick son.

You've already told me that.

Please, my friend...

Have mercy on me!

I didn't want to betray you.

It won't happen again.

Put that down, please!

Tell him not to do it!

No! No!

Who was with Farid?

I don't know! I swear I don't know...

I'm sure it was your uncle.

I introduced you to Farid because El Feo has the best dope.

I don't have the dope!

So you can go and help him find it.

-How can I help him? -Shut it!

Morphée, I'm with you.

Stop pissing me off, OK?

You're responsible.

Go to Spain, sort it out with El Feo and bring me my product!

Fuck!

Your children are doing very well in school,

but the French school insists on its fees being paid on time.

There must be a mistake. My husband paid for all three terms.

No.

Look, I promise it'll be settled by the weekend.

That's what Mr Belhadj says each time I call him.

You've already called him?

Look, Mrs Belhadj,

I think your children would be better off in a different establishment.

My children are fine where they are.

Anna, what are you doing here?

Why's Farid's car there? I haven't heard from him for three days.

You know Farid. He probably forgot his phone charger.

Yeah, and I have bills to pay!

My card got swallowed up.

Don't worry.

What are you doing?

-Here, take 5,000... -No, that's not the point!

Take it, it's money from the club.

Everything Farid does,

he does for you and the children.

Look, I'd rather you didn't come here.

Farid wouldn't like it.

FINAL DEMAND

Farid Belhadj here. Leave a message, I'll call you back.

Fuck!

Hola...

Can I speak to Farid, please?

Farid isn't here. Who's speaking?

Lola?

Sweetheart... Lola!

Sweetheart.

What's the matter?

My friends have blocked me on Facebook. They say we're poor.

When times are hard, you discover who your real friends are.

They stick with you, call you up, help you through it...

Where are yours?

Do you know why there are more and more jellyfish?

No.

Its predator is the turtle.

There are fewer turtles, so the jellyfish are proliferating.

Farid is a jellyfish which I allowed to flourish.

I don't think he stole the tonne. He doesn't have the balls.

That's why...

he wouldn't have done it alone.

Who'd have the balls to steal off El Feo?

In Marbella, no one!

I like your Spanish way of looking at things.

Why "Spanish"?

With passion.

"In Marbella, no one!"

It's really pathetic.

And...

what's the Moroccan way of looking at things?

You know what Sun Tzu says?

"Be victorious in secret."

The Art of War.

Never read it.

Passionate but uneducated.

A breeding ground for disaster!

I think Comandante is clean.

All I've found is a mistress in Málaga he's very jealous of.

It couldn't be him with Farid?

That day, he was getting hair implants.

And the girls?

Are you sure this one's a virgin?

All I know is, she has a virginity certificate.

No, she must have had it stitched up again.

This one, yes.

-Thank you. -Bye.

He's just a friend!

Shut your mouth!

Wow, is all that for me?

Not on the counter. Put it over there.

Get a plate but don't make a mess.

You can see...

That's warm there.

-Why are you all dressed up? -I'm always beautiful.

Sit and eat.

Well?

Really good.

-Where are you? - Below.

I've been calling you since yesterday.

Sorry. I got something to tell you.

Not on the phone.

Come on down, then.

Wait there.

Finish eating first.

I got something to do.

-You haven't eaten any. -I'll finish it later.

-I got a job for you. -Wait.

You haven't heard about this girl.

You know, the one who's hot for me.

I get her indoors, I start touching her, she kisses me,

I rub up against her, and then what do I feel?

Something long and hard between her legs!

-And? -Are you listening?

-A transvestite? -No!

She'd nicked a chicken sandwich, and left it down her panties!

Look...

What? That's funny, innit?

I need you to guard the fort while I'm away.

-How long? -Two or three days.

What if there's a problem?

Only call Morphée if it's something really bad.

On this phone and no other.

SPAIN

What's this address on your post, Farid? Call me.

I'm at the whore's place.

There's no one here.

What the hell?

-Are you Nadja? -What are you doing here?

Why is my husband paying your bills?

I earn Farid's money for him.

Me and the other girls at the Princess.

The nice house, the flash car,

the gym membership...

All with our money!

-That's not true. I work. -Don't pretend you don't know.

How long have...

Have we been together?

Since I started at the Princess.

But he bought me this place only six months ago.

-He brought his stuff bit by bit. -I don't understand.

What? That he's sick of you?

You're always moaning at him.

You don't have a job, the kids are a pain, the car's no good...

Is that what he tells you?

That's not what I'm like.

You've been believing Farid's lies too.

Put desserts here.

The flags are very pretty. That's good.

Mrs Kateb,

we, the women of La Roseraie estate, are very proud of you.

Not many of us here can vote,

but in our hearts we all vote unanimously for you.

Because we know that you understand our problems

and we hope you'll make La Roseraie a beautiful place.

Thank you.

-Thank you, Mrs...? -Djemila.

Thank you, Djemila.

Thank you for that welcome, which reminds me where I came from:

seven of us in a small flat, on the sixth floor without a lift.

No playground, no summer holidays or skiing breaks.

I don't need to spell it out.

But I'm proof that you can make it.

When people say, "That's how it is, it's society's fault,"

they want you to give up!

But I've never given up!

I'll bring the shopkeepers, the pharmacists, the fire service,

and you...

you'll defend them.

In this fight,

you'll be at my side.

And you'll see... We're gonna be awesome!

-Can I kiss you? -Of course.

Thank you.

Bon appétit!

-What's your name? -Imen.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Mrs Kateb, can I have a word?

I'm a voter, I was here before them, and I have rights too...

Mr Dugué, this isn't the place to discuss your problems.

Come to the town hall, 2 till 4 on Friday.

Mrs Kateb will have more time...

Had something to eat? Really good, isn't it?

I'm full now.

No, thanks, I'm fine.

You're mayor of all of Villiers, not just this estate!

I'm not a little girl lost in the jungle

and you're not my guide!

And sorry, but I've been listening to your sermonising all day.

It's because you have no experience.

Yes, I do, but I don't have your experience. I'm not you.

Well, if I'm of no use to you...

Oh, stop it! What's important here?

This housing estate. It's our top priority.

And not tomorrow. Right now!

I'll never get used to this!

Hello, Papi. How are you? It's Shams.

I'm fine. How are you?

Where's Farid? Haven't you seen him?

I don't know where he is.

Anyway, I'm coming to Spain.

Who told you to? El Feo or your boss?

Both. Because I'm Farid's nephew

- they think I can help. -Look...

Don't come here.

-Where do you think you're going? -I'll call you back.

Haven't you done enough harm to this neighbourhood?

Not gone yet? Your gran's a real laugh!

-Where are you going? -To Spain.

-With scum like him? -No.

Don't worry about your gran.

Anything you need, Mrs Belhadj,

just call.

I don't want to see him around here again.

And you, be careful what you're doing!

Have a nice day!

You understand?

If you're thinking about not going, or about not coming back,

I'll take care of your grandmother!

Mr Klein.

Mrs Belhadj.

Did you get my plans?

Your plans? Yes, yes, of course I got them.

Come with me.

He's one of Farid's customers. He's not interested in your plans.

So he only made that order to please Farid?

Stop complaining. You wanted to work, you're working.

Did you know Farid raised money on our house and our cars

so he could buy a house for his whore?

Anna, please.

So you did know.

He's unfaithful, almost bankrupt, and you say nothing?

You're Nagy's godfather. I trusted you!

He raised money on your house because he knew he'd soon make it up.

-The Princess is really profitable. -Profitable?

Farid hasn't made a single payment. The bank wants the house!

You're protecting him but I'm not the enemy.

Don't worry. This is just to scare you.

-I'll call the bank. -Forget it.

I'll deal with my business, you deal with yours!

Farid.

You have to tell me how to deal with your wife.

Stop fucking sulking!

-How much do you need? -All you can manage.

That's a lot.

-You think I can't afford it? -Chill! We're civilised here.

I got no product moving on my turf. You got 20 kilos?

Was it Shams who set up that system at La Roseraie?

So?

You're lucky to have someone you can count on.

I've only got dickheads.

Maybe Shams could give them a sort of training course.

Yeah. But he's not around right now.

I'll send him over when he's back.

No probs. I'll get the 20 kilos to you.

And stop scowling. Let's have a bit of fun.

Mrs Belhadj, there you are!

-I've seen Farid. -Where?

In Tangiers. I only got back yesterday.

I saw him as I was boarding.

-Did he see you? -No, it was very quick.

Nadja told me to tell you. We thought you'd like to know.

Come in.

Come on, so I can see you.

Are you scared?

What's the matter?

Have you changed your mind?

You've changed your mind but spent the money?

Well, then...

You shouldn't spend so freely.

You'll see...

I'm very gentle.

Have you talked to Farid?

No, I just saw the photo, the same as you.

-I'll tell Papi. -No, don't!

The girl would get in trouble.

There was a man searching your place. I saw him near my house too.

What's going on?

Farid started hanging around with a Marbella drug baron, El Feo.

He's the devil.

Farid suddenly became his best pal.

Do you think that's why he's disappeared?

I hope not.

Are you suffering?

Yes.

Hey, it's Kirikou!

Hey, stop there.

A new cap? Show us some ID.

You know my name and even the colour of my underwear!

Don't be so familiar!

Don't go there, it'll scare you!

-What's in your pocket? -Money my mum gave me.

Empty your pockets. What's this?

Does this thing still work?

You won't impress the girls with this.

Your mum liked it!

Get outta here.

Don't let me see you with that on your head again! You hear me?

-Got any gear left? -Nothing.

This guy will make a delivery. Cut up a kilo.

Stay closed today. Back in business tomorrow.

Lola, Nagy!

The devil shouted:

"Cut her hands off or I can't get close!"

Hello, Mrs Belhadj.

Mummy, look what Omar's given me. It's a fire truck.

Come here.

That's great.

Now go to your room.

-We haven't finished the story. -I'll read it to you later.

Bye.

Bye. Kiss your sister for me.

It was she who let me in.

She's lovely.

-Who are you? -Sorry.

Omar El Fassi, a business partner of your husband.

Everyone calls me El Feo.

I've come to see Farid.

I don't know where he is.

Anna! We're not going to play those games.

-He's in Tangiers. -He called you?

I can't tell you.

I didn't hear that.

Make an effort for me.

Omar...

You barge into my home,

you know my name and my children's too...

I have no desire to lie to you.

I love your house.

You designed it yourself, didn't you?

You intrigue me, Anna.

How can you be happy with Farid?

We'll find a solution.

Sir.

After you.

Hello.

-Mr...? -Mr Dugué.

La Roseraie, building 6,

where they sell their shit, excuse my language.

Don't apologise. I totally agree.

It's not just the dealers, it's everything.

One day the building will collapse. People will die.

Any damage in particular?

That's why I'm here. Because of my neighbour's leak.

She says she can't afford to fix it,

but she has money. She works for the dealers.

What's your neighbour's name?

Mr Dugué,

I have to know your flat number and your neighbour's name.

Don't repeat what I said about the dealers.

Everything that's said here stays here.

Aminata.

Aminata Kanouté.

She's a nice enough girl.

But this just can't go on!

Don't worry, we'll find a solution.

Mum, what if my phone doesn't work in Ireland?

Lola, it's only a week. You can manage without for a week.

Going somewhere?

To see my sister.

Sorry, that's not possible.

Mr El Fassi wants you to stay here until Farid returns.

Stay here. No one comes out.

What do you want?

What do you think you're doing?

You're mad!

He's bust my fucking nose!