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MOROCCO

Your nephew is impressive.

I was in Tangiers yesterday. Everyone's talking about him.

With his help, you've just kept on growing.

You must be proud.

I don't want to work like this any more.

Meaning?

This exclusive deal. It's over.

You produce the best cannabis in Morocco.

No one but me is going to sell it in Europe.

I won't change my mind.

Any news of Farid's nephew?

He's at the hotel.

A scorpion couldn't hide under a rock from you.

We have to persuade Djebli's new customers

to get their supplies elsewhere.

Found any new girls?

Yes, but they want more money than usual.

All the better!

The more demanding they are, the more I can be!

Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Now box. Go on, get straight in there!

That's it, jab, jab!

Jab, I said! Kylian!

Keep your guard up. Kylian!

Turn him round, turn him round...

Yes, keep it coming!

Stay on your feet, Kylian!

What are you doing?

-He's gonna get hurt. -Stay in your corner.

Box.

Go on!

Go on, jab, jab! Yes, go on!

Yes, that's good! Jab!

Kylian...

Kylian?

Sorry.

Another commuter on the tracks.

Why did you want to see me?

Kylian's been wetting the bed again.

Since you started taking him to the gym.

If he's still pissing himself, it's your fault.

Teach him to be harder.

He said he's scared of you.

That's normal. I'm his dad.

No, it's not normal, Franck.

He has to learn to respect you, not be scared of you.

He thinks you don't love him.

Did you put that in his head?

-Do you really think I... -I'll talk to him!

SPAIN

What's going on?

A punter. He OD'd in my room.

You shouldn't have seen this. Go back in the office.

What you saw earlier... these things happen.

He was a junkie. It was bound to happen eventually.

-But it's horrible. -Yes, it is, but there's worse.

A pimp beating you up to force you on the street.

-I work for myself here... -And sleep with the boss!

Don't worry, he'll never leave you.

Not for me, anyway.

Shams! Are you OK?

Farid's nephew.

Are you Anna?

-Do you know El Feo? -Did he do that?

-I'll take you to Farid's hideaway. -It's OK, I'll do it.

This is Shams' voicemail. Leave a message, I'll call you back.

TONIGHT, MY PLACE

I'M HERE, WAITING

You need to put ice on it.

How's Yassine?

He's good. Well, as far as I know.

How is it you know him?

Relax.

In fact, I knew your father before I met Farid.

I left my family, moved to Paris...

Let me do it.

How long is it since you last saw him?

I really don't know. Maybe ten years.

Sick of visiting him inside, eh?

Been there, done that!

It'll swell up if you leave it.

You look so like your dad.

-Will you wait for Farid here? -No.

I have to catch up with him in Morocco.

I'll come back tomorrow morning.

I'll take you to the Princess to pick up your car.

Thanks.

It's late. I'll take you home.

-But it's a sleep-over. -I know.

I told Lola you could stay, but now I'm taking you home.

Get your stuff, now!

No "buts"! Come on, girls!

Come on!

Is this your idea of a sleep-over? A boozy party?

You said you wouldn't be home.

A good thing I am!

You're 14. I won't have you drinking!

What a hypocrite!

You make a fuss over a few drinks while dad hangs out in his brothel!

At least these girls still talk to me.

Once you've taken them home, they'll never talk to me again!

Dad left you because you're a fucking pain!

Go to your room. Go to your room!

Looking at this won't change anything.

I'm delighted you're interested,

but I'd rather discuss it with my men.

I'm not interfering. I want to know what's going on at La Roseraie.

Before, we managed to catch the dealers.

But not now they sell from building 6.

-Why? -It's a labyrinth.

They enter here, exit there...

-Superintendent. -Hello, Xavier.

Can I have a word?

I talked to the prefect. How did you get him so mad?

-I told him the truth. -What?

About the drug supermarket operating here!

Will more and more cops fix this estate's problems?

Stop insulting my intelligence!

I'm just asking for more uniforms, to discourage the dealers.

There's a right way to ask, Zohra. We need the prefect on our side.

I'm sorry.

So you've known Xavier a while, then?

Great, isn't he?

So the problem is building 6?

There was talk of demolishing it once.

Really?

Xavier would remember. He was working in housing back then.

-You sold drugs before? -Yeah.

-Where? -At school.

Tobacco for water pipes.

-Drugs, I said. -No, this is the first time.

I'll give you a week's trial, see if it works.

-If it doesn't, you're fired. OK? -Yeah.

No problem.

Shall we go?

I'm hanging out here.

What's going on over there?

-You see what I see? -Fuck them!

What the fuck are they doing?

We have to tell Morphée.

WANT YOU

I called you ten minutes ago. I'm a busy man.

Is that all? Is there a problem?

No, I've got a new kid working in the shop.

But there are guys taking our customers.

Do I look like a pussy?

Look at me.

-Do I look like a pussy? -No, Morphée.

-We didn't know... -Shut it!

-Open your mouth. -I'm sorry.

Open your mouth!

You and your bitch will pay me back.

You're gonna sell your shit on a real bastard's estate.

And if he catches you on his turf, he'll really fuck you up.

Get outta here!

Yassine?

Yassine!

My son!

It's a shame. If you'd told me,

I could have come and picked you up.

I have a car.

I'd have shopped for food.

I don't have anything fresh.

I'd have got prepared.

You're looking very muscular.

Been doing lots of sport?

Finished?

I'll put it away.

Shams!

Farid's at the club. Get dressed.

Put him on.

He's just gone out, he had things to do.

What? Run after him!

Go home, he'll meet you there.

Tell him to wait for me there!

Is that him in the car?

Farid!

No, wait!

No!

Let go of me!

Farid!

Not going to pour me a drink?

To Farid!

He was a proper son-of-a-bitch, wasn't he?

-Did you have time to talk to him? -Barely.

Did he say why he was back?

I'd rather have known why he left in the first place.

He left because he stole hashish off El Feo.

You're not trying to pretend you didn't know?

I've been his partner for thirteen years.

During that time, all I've done is look after his club.

He wouldn't have stolen the cargo on his own.

He had at least one accomplice.

Who must be dangerous.

Maybe. But I don't know who it is.

And I couldn't care less.

In that case, the bastard can sleep easy, eh?

Who's that guy?

Comandante. An ex-cop.

What was he saying about Farid?

That he didn't steal the merchandise alone.

Look...

I'm sorry for your loss but, right now,

I don't want to talk about it.

Fuck!

I don't like coming in his room.

Where is he?

Spain.

He's in trouble.

Don't worry. You brought him up right, he's a good lad.

I have to meet a lady about my association.

Go on, then.

Will you wait here?

Of course. I'm not going anywhere.

Go on.

Now call your boss and tell him it's over.

My husband is dead.

Don't you understand? He's dead!

Now get outta here or I'll call the police!

Aminata, honestly, you're very brave.

I couldn't have brought up kids on that estate.

-There's worse. -Don't underestimate yourself.

I grew up on a sink estate.

I know what I'm talking about when I praise you.

But you're vulnerable,

and unfortunately the criminals pick on people like you.

What does this have to do with my kids' unpaid school dinners?

Aminata, we both know you have more serious problems than that.

CHILD WELFARE

Your in-laws want your children.

I can help you. Do you agree?

Say so, then.

Yes.

There!

I have a problem too.

You can help me. Tell me about the dealing in building 6.

I don't know nothing.

Do you want Child Welfare to know about the school dinners

and your daughter's repeated truancy?

Help me root out the dealers and you'll keep your children.

All you know is what they ask you to do, right?

Here's what we'll do, then.

Tell me anything you hear which won't implicate you.

In the meantime, we'll forget about all this.

I love that sound.

Makes me wanna smack a fat butt!

Sixty, brother.

That's nice!

-Where did you get your gear? -Why?

Only El Feo's gear has that stamp. Do you work with him?

No, I'd never work with him. He scares me to death.

-So where'd you get it? -A former Spanish cop.

He had to resign but he still knows people in the drug squad.

His name?

Are you working for the filth?

Comandante.

Next time we're in Marbella I'll introduce you.

It's a deal.

Sorry.

Are your kids OK?

Come in, I'll introduce you.

Is that a good idea?

Shams...

you're family.

My gran didn't know I was seeing Farid.

She hadn't seen him for 15 years.

I can't tell her she'll never see him again.

Do you want me to do it?

Come on.

Give me her number, I'll deal with it.

Thanks.

I'll come some other time to say hello to Nagy and Lola.

Go home and forget all about this.

-Hello. - Seen the Moroccan?

He sent his guy to fuck me up. He doesn't want to talk!

Farid's dead. I can't do anything, I'm coming back.

You were 12 when I took you under my wing, remember?

You'd nicked some gear off me.

You said, "I won't do it again if you give me a job."

I thought, "The kid's got balls!"

Farid's dead and El Feo wants you dead? Not my problem.

Even if Farid stole off El Feo, it was nothing to do with me!

I'm in the shit because of Farid, your uncle.

Bring me back what I need. Or I won't just give you a slap!

You're not 12 any more.

There's your grandmother to think about too.

Do I have to die for you? OK, I'll go and rob El Feo!

Is that what you want?

There's a guy selling the same gear.

Not possible!

I thought so too. But maybe he was Farid's partner.

He's an ex-cop, from Marbella.

Comandante?

You know him? That's good, you won't have to look for him.

-Here. -Thanks.

-You gonna be OK? -Yes.

Does Shams pay you well?

-We shouldn't talk about it. -Shams and Morphée are cheating us.

You seen all the customers?

Without us they couldn't operate. But all we get is crumbs.

I don't think it's that badly paid.

500 a week...

Get outta here! 500? You get 500?

I only get 200! I'm gonna have it out with him!

Why should you get 300 more than me

when we do the same thing, keeping the stuff for them?

I don't keep the stuff.

So what do you do?

Hello. Is this Mrs Belhadj's residence?

She's gone out. Who's calling?

Yassine?

Is that you?

Why are you calling here?

Farid's dead.

He was killed.

Yassine...

Yes?

It's strange, hearing your voice.

How are you?

I'm scared.

For my kids, for myself...

For your son.

He's in Marbella?

Yes.

Don't call here again.

Go and get it.

I was at the Princess.

Did you see his body?

There wasn't much left to see.

Bring me the nephew. I'll make him talk.

Are you still here? What is it?

The guys on the motorbike in Morocco...

Djebli sent them.

Find out why that peasant wants me dead.

There you are! I've been looking for you for an hour.

Building 6 was to be demolished as unfit for habitation, wasn't it?

Yes, according to an old survey. Is there a problem?

You never mentioned it.

I can't tell you about every aborted project. It was ten years ago.

It was a golden opportunity to demolish the building.

Why didn't you?

OK, you've seen the first survey, but what about the next one?

-It says it was run-down but... -But what?

Not bad enough to knock down? I've read that too.

Verrier ordered that report.

Xavier, you were in charge of housing.

Can you change your fucking tone!

You know that pinko Verrier made all the decisions!

And he was right.

The council couldn't afford to knock down a still habitable building!

Yes?

Where are you?

Stay right there, I'm on my way.

I'm surprised the second "expert" found it habitable.

Set up a meeting with him. I want him to explain.

OK, Aminata?

Don't pretend you care about me.

If I tell you what I know, I get to keep my kids?

I promise.

I know where their shop is.

There's a hole in Sylvinho's flat which leads to another flat.

All the gear.

How long has it been now, three months?

You still won't tell me anything about you?

What do you want to know?

I don't know. Your name, for a start.

Your letterbox only has initials on it.

Franck, OK, but Franck what?

And when we're not here screwing, what do you do?

Finished with your questions?

This is why I won't tell you what I do.

In case it makes you lose your hard-on!

Mr El Fassi, has no one ever told you to knock first?

I had another bad turn.

I can't prescribe any more Subutex. You know what you have to do.

I've told you I barely do drugs any more.

That's good.

We'll do more tests.

Sit down. I'll take your blood myself.

Did you watch the film I gave you?

Yes, of course.

I thought I'd seen all Bergman's. I didn't know that one.

I thought so.

So that's what you were doing, educating me?

No, not just that.

It was also because of the title: Brink of Life .

It has a good ring to it.

A beautiful promise.

Like your belly.

I see you as one of the three women in the film.

Really? Which one?

The one who loses her baby giving birth?

No, the really young one.

The one facing motherhood alone. Like you.

-Where do you get that from? -From you.

We all unconsciously give off clues about ourselves.

I've always noticed things that no one else sees.

Why did you choose to have a child alone?

Mr El Fassi, my private life is my business.

Make a fist.

I'm doing all I can to re-open as soon as possible.

I'm going to need your help, you know.

To motivate the girls, OK?

Nadja...

I need you.

Yes, you can count on me.

We're closed.

Yassine.

OK, Papi?

-Señorita. -This is Nadja.

-Yassine. -Hello.

I didn't know you were out.

Fucking hell, mate!

You haven't aged a bit.

How did you hear?

I'm not here about that.

Looking for your son?

Do you know where he is?

He's going to do something stupid.

- They've bust the shop! -What?

The shop! It's finished!

Get up!

You're being poisoned. And it's been going on for months.

This isn't part of my area of expertise.

This is the card of a colleague, a pathologist.

I've contacted him. He'll see you urgently.

You must tell the police.

Mr El Fassi.

If you need to talk, my door is always open.

Call me Omar.

Very well.

Why did you decide to have a child alone?

I've never believed in Prince Charming.

Cheers.