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-I'm sorry for your loss. -It's such a shame.

-See you soon. -Yes, we've known them for so long.

Come here.

You're going to stay with Papi tonight, okay?

I love you.

Thank you, Papi.

-I'll call you tonight, okay? -Okay.

Bye, kids.

You came to see the house or to see me?

To see you.

You ended up choosing well.

I didn't really have a choice.

-But someone did. -That's why you didn't attend the funeral?

Because I married Farid? Are you still mad at him?

At him?

When your son turned up, I never thought you had ditched me for your wife.

I just thought he looked like you.

-You haven't changed. -Yes, I have.

Everybody changes. I don't have time for regrets. I want to live.

I've heard that before.

What do you think I should do? Let the Belhadj brothers destroy me?

Sorry, but no.

No more hoodlums in your life then?

No. That's over.

Let me hold you.

Leave me alone!

Take care.

Who's that?

Who's that?

You never change.

You don't know who I am?

I was looking for you. I need you.

-Really? -Good evening.

Come on, let's have a drink.

-How are you? -Fine, you?

Do you remember Mirko?

-Mirko, Shams. -Hi.

He got us 50 kilos.

Do you think it's enough? Will this motivate your Comandante?

We're doing it anyway. You'll wait for us and take the truck later.

What do you mean? Will I have to wait during the holdup?

Listen, I saw you with Saïd. I wasn't really impressed.

Selling hash and stealing it are different things.

Was I talking to you? Tell me!

Hey, calm down.

I won't be your fucking delivery guy! Are you kidding me?

The Moroccan is looking for you. You're inexperienced, you'll stay.

This will be done as I say or it won't be done.

You have everything planned. And what if the stuff isn't there?

I'll make him split the money. Trust me.

Trust you, my ass.

I swear you won't come back empty-handed.

Are you sure about the whore?

Not really, but we'll know pretty soon.

Yeah.

Okay, thank you. I'll call you back.

It was the guy I told you about.

They're doing the job today.

-I need you to tell me where and when. -I'll tell you as soon as I know.

I give you my word.

Thanks.

Didn't I charge you for the sex or for the tip-off?

-You used to be more generous, Pablo. -Sure.

That was when I was in love with you.

I can't offer you more.

-How much? -One million.

I'm sorry for saying it this way, but Farid kept the club alive.

To be honest...

I'm just buying some walls here.

Mister Vanarkel.

One million in Marbella isn't even enough for a house with a swimming pool.

Exactly, you won't have a swimming pool.

Come on, think about it and call me.

Have a good day.

Why do you want to sell it?

Let me handle it. We can straighten out the finances in two weeks.

You're mad at me.

A little bit, yeah.

Those marital problems of yours weren't easy for me.

I saw Farid every day. What did you want me to do?

I don't have anything against you.

But I can't trust you any more.

Then fire me and find another guy to manage The Princess.

-Stop, Papi! -Don't you want to fire me?

-No. -Okay, I quit.

But what's the problem with you? You are The Princess, and you know it.

Maybe I used to be.

Now I'm just a drag.

Hi, Morphée.

You have to carry a stash. A guy will bring you what you need.

I'll do it with Jumbo, okay?

I've known him for a long time. He is like my brother.

Where are they going like that?

I think they're planting vegetables.

-The mayor gave them the plot at the 6th. -On my plot?

Look, we can't go there anyway.

It's the new mayor, Zohra Kateb. She takes great care of the district.

We'll have to placate her.

We'll start with the bastard who snitched on me. 5000 euros for whoever finds him.

Five thousand? For that amount I'd say it was my mother.

I'd say it was my cock while being sucked by a cop.

No, but really. You know what we can do with 5000 euros? We can go to Thailand!

What would you do with 5000 euros? You would move.

Okay, thank you for your support and your suggestions

about the increase in the number of local police officers.

Following the reopening of the police unit,

we'll see how to improve the living conditions at La Roseraie

by doing a survey among the residents in the neighbourhood. Thank you.

Do you know how the police see you?

As an Arab woman who sleeps with the Minister of the Interior.

Really? With me they do their job, while with you, they were gone.

-What are you talking about? -Xavier, I reviewed the file.

The 6th had to be torn down to facilitate the cops' job.

But you cancelled the ruling.

Were you threatened or paid for that?

You don't know what was going on.

The gangs were killing each other. A kid was killed on his way to school.

One day a young guy came to see us, a certain Morphée.

He suggested a deal.

What deal? Do you have a pact with that guy?

I can't believe it, Xavier!

His real name is Franck Parisse. He said he would appease the city if...

-we protected his cannabis dealing. -Protect?

And he did his part.

Xavier, I'm sorry, but...

I'm sorry, but I can't work with someone who has business with dealers.

I'm sorry that you can't accept it, but it had to be done.

We've had peace at La Roseraie since then.

I'd rather have war.

You'll have plenty of it, believe me.

My colleague told me you still don't have an appointment, why?

I was expecting you to invite me to dinner.

Don't joke around.

Here.

I thought about you.

That's what worries me. You think too much about me and not enough about yourself.

According to the analyses, you're being poisoned periodically

with an anticoagulant hepatotoxic plant.

A natural mixture of aconite and hemlock.

Like Socrates. What an honour!

Omar, you don't seem to understand that you're dying.

I understood perfectly.

But to me the value of one life, including mine, is very relative.

-Not to me. -That's why I admire you.

We seem to have the same taste.

I'm glad.

But I bought it because I think she looks like you.

I searched in every rental car agency, in every hotel,

and nothing. No one has seen them.

If they are in Marbella, we'll have to ask Papi.

Bring him to me.

Nadja?

Everything's okay. The car is in place.

-Pablo. -Nadja.

-The appointment is at the parking lot. -Perfect.

-Do I text you the plate number? -Yes, please. Do it quickly.

-Okay. See you. -See you.

-Bye. -Bye.

You can call him.

-Hello? -Pablo.

Tell me, Nadja.

Everything is screwed. They saw you. All has been cancelled.

Fuck!

Come here, guys. Let's go to the car, okay?

Let's go.

Hello, darling.

How are you? Where's your sister? She's not with you?

Hello, my dear.

-See you tomorrow. -Bye!

See you tomorrow.

This is for you.

And this is for you.

Here.

You don't want to eat?

Tell me what's going on.

Why did they kill him?

I need to talk about it with the kids, but what should I say?

-Do you want me to come over? -Please.

Okay, I'm coming.

Thank you, Papi.

Your godfather is coming this evening.

And now what?

Wait.

Hey, he's there.

Good luck.

How are you?

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

I have a present. Look.

We'll see.

What are you doing here? Get out!

I've been managing myself for 15 years, so don't tell me what to do with my life.

Come on, let's go.

Shit.

Comandante, I guess you thought about me after what happened to you.

Yes, sure.

I suppose you're discreet.

Have you been to Marbella? Why don't we celebrate?

You know what? I'd love that.

But I have some friends staying at home, and that won't be possible.

Okay, see you soon then.

-Here, put on my jacket. -No, I'm okay.

Fuck, can you for once do as you're told?

If there are women or kids, we leave.

Be careful with that.

CONNECTED

What's up, man?

Flores! Are you going to eat?

Come on, let's eat!

-Go up. -Okay.

Shams.

Easy.

Oh, shit! Are you okay?

Does it hurt?

There's a truck at the back. We load it quickly and you go back to France.

No, no. We go to the hospital, you drive and I'll stay with him.

We're not leaving without the stuff.

-What? Okay, I'll come back later! -Shams...

Don't worry.

-I'll be in Paris in a couple of days. -Hey, move!

-Are you sure? -We did it.

Come on, go.

Go, I'm telling you.

FRESH FRUIT

I'm on my way.

You got my money?

No, I got the stuff.

-Where do we put him? -Come here. Over there.

Come on...

Here.

-Can I help you? -Not right now. Go wash your hands!

You shouldn't have brought him. My children are here!

He was losing too much blood. I had no choice.

It's not my problem. I even found a doctor who won't speak.

After what he did for his brother, you should be on your knees.

-Are you crazy? -Being 15 years in jail isn't enough?

He was 15 years in jail because he wouldn't report him.

-Report Farid? -Of course. What did you think?

He was charged with murder because he wouldn't report him.

But it was his brother who fired the gun.

Can you help me?

Where did you find this junk?

In Seville, in your antique shop.

The creative potential of the Inquisition era is highly underrated.

That's right.

Who was with Farid when he did the job? His brother?

Comandante.

Comandante was with Farid.

And now he's screwing you.

-As he did with him. -Did you see how he talks to you?

Farid knew that Djebli was going to give you a tonne.

And he knew he could take it from you without any risk.

That's a lie.

Farid wasn't a fool.

But...

you were supposed to be dead.

You don't get it, do you?

No, I don't.

Explain it to me.

Djebli... wants to kill you.

Why?

Tell me why and I swear you won't suffer any more.

You killed his daughter.

Poor idiot!

That student three months ago... Was she Moroccan?

Nagy!

Nagy, we're going to be late!

Come here.

-Is Yassine going to stay long? -No, as soon as he's well, he'll leave.

Is he going to replace Dad?

-What are you saying? Of course not! -Mom, we want to go to Dublin.

To aunt Katie's.

-Why don't you wait until the vacation? -We don't want to stay here.

We had so many things to say to each other.

Do you think it was his brother?

I'm sure. Getting rid of the fingerprints with gas would be too sophisticated here.

And what should we do? Should we go to France to get him?

Why would I waste my time with that guy having Farid's wife so close at hand?

The doctor said you shouldn't move.

Does it hurt?

No.

You can say it hurts, it's not a sin.

What's wrong? What are you thinking about?

I think I must leave this place.

Why?

You're not well here?

You're already tired of me.

This isn't my place.

And where is your place?

Why won't you say anything?

Can't you see that's what hurts me the most?

How can you think I want to hurt you?

Go see who it is.

Sorry for your loss, Anna.

I guess you won't let me in.

I'm not feeling too well.

Anyway, I'm going to demand the two million euros you owe me.

-I don't owe you anything. -That's what your husband owed me.

You have inherited his debt. 2 million. I want it next week.

Where do you want me to find it?

You must know that I never joke about money.

Goodbye, Anna. Sorry for your loss.

You already said that.

Not for Farid. For Papi.

You see? You didn't need to freak out. It's fine.

-We're in plain sight here. -No, don't worry, we're at home.

-There are mothers making faces there. -Whatever.

If a mother asks me to watch her kids, I do it. Nothing will happen to them.

Aminata!

Come here!

We don't bite!

She always takes 240 years to get here. It's just too much.

-Do you have any news from Sylvinho? -He's still on remand.

But wait... isn't he disabled?

You don't get it. They don't care about disabled people.

But it's weird, don't you think?

The cops bumped into him just by chance.

It looked like they knew exactly where to bust him.

It was weird.

If I see her mother, I'll say hello on your behalf.

Yeah, sure.

Well...

Bye.

Yeah, go hide yourself.

-Why's that? -Did you see her face when I said "cops"?

Shit, Big Ben, it's 5000 euros!

Yeah, but they'll kill her. Even for 10,000 euros, I won't talk.

You're right, it's wrong.

Hello, do you have something for 20 euros?

-Do you have a car? -Yeah.

Go to the parking lot, he'll be there soon.

Do I need to beg you or what?

Hey, come here! Calm down!

Easy!

Handcuff him.

-So... what's this? -It's for my own use!

-What? -For my own use!

Franck Parisse.

Here it is.

It has been rejected.

-I want to see Mr. Lemaître. -He doesn't work at the town hall anymore.

Fuck, the mayor then!

You want to bring business here and I can't open a restaurant?

What do you expect? An Hermès shop?

I've made my decision following a very unfavourable police report.

I'll get a lawyer, Mrs Kateb. This is pure discrimination.

You can have 15 lawyers, but I know you run the drug dealing in La Roseraie.

Mrs Mayor, what you're saying is very serious.

I know you had a deal with the previous town hall.

But there won't be a deal with me. I'll free La Roseraie from your grip.

I don't know what you mean, Mrs Mayor, but I'll remain open to any suggestions.

-Thank you. -If you need anything, I'll be here.

Soukaïna!

Go check who's there.

Hello, Inés!

-Am I bothering you? -Never. Quite the contrary.

I'd never have imagined seeing you in my house.

And I'd never have imagined that you'd give me a 17th century Madonna.

Don't you like it?

I liked it when I thought it was a forgery.

I know who you are, Omar.

I found out exactly what you do for a living.

So?

Do you think I'd have such poor taste to give you a stolen painting?

Do you think I'm capable of such mediocrity?

-And do you think you can buy me? -No, never.

Never, I'm sorry.

Authentic or forged, who cares?

Beauty lays way beyond that.

I wanted to bring both of you together.

To me, you're that Virgin.

However...

I'm neither...

young nor a virgin.

Oh, yes.

In some way, you are.

I have to go. Thank your mother for the tea.

I never had a mother. She's like a sister to me.

Goodbye, Omar.

No, it shouldn't exist any more.

Yeah, there was no one at the club...

-Papi is dead. -What?

El Feo came to offer his condolences.

So he killed him!

-What are you doing? -I'm leaving. I'm done with The Princess.

What? Stop, Nadja! You wouldn't have left Farid like that, why are you leaving me?

Do you really see me working with you?

And holding your hand while you run your brothel?

El Feo told me I owe him two million.

What should I do?

You should do as everyone else. Survive.

You know what?

You're not quitting.

I'm firing you.

Hey, Jumbo! You're out?

So you know who snitched on me?

-Do you think I don't need 5000 euros? -You said it was Aminata!

And you said you'd tell him it was your mom!

Aminata is happy to work for you. You shouldn't say those things about her.

-Shut up, she's a squealer! -You're a liar!

-You're the liar here, shut up! -Hey, shut up!

I did a list of people to keep an eye on.

Would you give him 5000 euros for each of them?

Don't you see he's snitching on me to take my place and the 5000 euros?

Get out of here.

I hope you're telling the truth, Big Ben.

-You couldn't keep your mouth shut? -Leave me alone!

Fucking idiot!

Well, then...

Wait, there isn't a tonne here.

He sold some to Youss and we found it like that. Some must be missing.

You kidding? At least 200kg is missing, you know what that is?

That is 800kg left for you, so what?

-And you just say it like that? -You're crazy.

I bring you 800kg and you come busting my balls?

You want to know how I got your 800kg? This is how I got them.

Can you see this? What do you think this is? It's your shit!

Relax.

Are you high?

Go fuck yourself, I'll hitchhike.

Stop dreaming, Shams! I won't give you 200kg for free!

Look at me.

Why?

I've never called you mother,

but I've always thought of you as such.

Tell me now.

I need to know.

Do you think I can't hear you groaning at night?

I did everything I could

to cast away the demons that torment you.

But your sickness is much more powerful than any magic I know.

You are possessed, my son.

I should have opened my eyes a long time ago.

Or become blind so I didn't have to see that little Moroccan girl.

Yes, I saw how you killed her.

What I did, I did it for you,

so the djinns would leave you be.

You're right.

I'm possessed.

Help me be again that kid you found on the street.

Who you used to love.

You are forgiven, my son. Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Come on now.

Let's go.

My baby.

Goodbye!