All language subtitles for Cannabis.2016.S01E04.WEB.x264-RBB

When you get out, you'll come to my home.

I'll do your hair.

Aminata.

Who did this to you?

I think she's tired now. You should leave.

Keep your money,
I'm not going to strip you.

We set up a business
and you'll pay me back little by little.

OK, we'll sort it out later.

No, I no longer owe you anything.

And find someone else, I'm not interested.

MUNICIPAL POLICE

Well... I thought you'd miss me.

I don't hear from you and I'm supposed
to thank God that you're back?

-What were you doing?
-I told you I was in Spain.

I didn't ask where you were
but what you were doing.

You think I don't know what you do?
When I lost my kids I only had you.

You were a gift from heaven.

God was giving me a chance to start anew.

I wanted to make you a man, and look.

You became a gangster,
just like your father and your uncle.

Don't say that.

What should I say then?

Tell me the truth.
Who did that to Aminata?

-What?
-I know you know.

I was in Spain,
I don't know what you're talking about.

What happened to Aminata?

She was beaten
like a dog in front of her kids.

You know the ones who did it.
You hang out with them.

You are like them.
I don't want to see you here anymore.

-I don't want gangsters here, leave.
-Why do you say that?

Take your bag and leave.

Listen to me.

No, let me speak.

Jumbo, my problem isn't just the stuff.

It's that I don't know what you're doing.

I don't want to hear it.

Come back tomorrow with the stuff
or I'm coming for you.

-Hello, Kylian.
-Hello, Daddy.

Awesome sneakers!

-Did your mom buy them for you?
-No, it was Arnaud.

-Where is he?
-Who?

-Your boyfriend!
-It's none of your business.

-Where?
-It's none of your business.

When a guy who fucks you
in every hole thinks he's my kid's father,

-it's my business!
-He doesn't think that.

Take his fucking sneakers!

And tell him he'd better not
buy him anything or I'll kill him.

Don't wait for him tonight.
I'm keeping him.

No, you can't do that!

He'll come back
when you stop being a whore.

SPAIN

We're in Morocco,
two kilometers away from the epicenter

of an unprecedented earthquake.
We can't bring

humanitarian aid because
all accesses are blocked.

We offer our sincere condolences
to the families of the victims

who are innumerable.
There isn't any official report yet,

but it's a great tragedy.

Nour can't reach her family.

Her parents' village is in the region
where the earthquake occurred.

Now that Nadja is gone, you're the one
who's been here the longest.

You know the club and the girls better
than me. I'm going to need your help.

You can count on me.

Why don't you go back home?

I can't pay for the room
while I'm not here.

Go see your family.

I'll take care of your rent.

Thirty-one cities and countries
have reported...

Thank you.

Girls, we have to work.
We have to open now, OK?

-This is so hard!
-Yeah, damn!

Shit!

They will evict her...
She can't even afford the rent.

-This is very shocking.
-It is.

Poor girl, shit!

But we're just talking
for talking's sake.

And the work she's done here, you know.

We're getting worse, right?

Yes?

Can you erase the two weeks I owe you?

Of course not, why?

If Nour reserves a room
for a few days without paying,

I don't see
why you couldn't do me a favor, too.

-Especially if you want my help.
-Pilar, the business isn't doing great.

-We'll talk when things are better.
-I'm sorry,

but it bothers me
that some of us have privileges.

Her parents might be dead.
Do you understand?

With Nadja, three girls have left already.

I don't want to be the fourth,
but if you don't treat us the same...

No. I can't change the rules for you.
Pay or leave.

Quique?

Pour me something strong.

I'll kill him.
They shouldn't mess with me.

I won't let them mess with me.

In the end they understood
that nothing is worth more than elegance.

They should hire more girls like you.

How about we eat at the table for once?

I left my mother's place
because of those kinds of comments.

Right. You're with me
because I remind you of your mother.

So we're together now?

I don't know. I'm at your place,
cooking for you.

What does it mean to you?

You call buying food
from the caterer cooking?

Is it good?

-Let the phone ring.
-I have to answer.

Hello?

Did you do the interrogation?

Alright, I'll be right there.

Sorry, I have to go.

You're a cop.

Busted.

It's going to take a while.
I'll call you when I'm done.

Wasn't it on the sixth floor?

-No, I said it was on the seventh.
-We're here.

-Stop sulking.
-Shut the fuck up.

-Your cousin really used to live here?
-He's an animal, for real.

-He wanted the rent for six months?
-Yes.

Here's two.
Can you tell him I'll have the rest soon?

-You spent everything to repay Morphée?
-Yes.

-I can lend you the rest if you want.
-I'll be fine, thanks.

-You know Youss, Morphée's friend.
-Yeah.

He's been looking for you
since you came back, even at my house.

I don't know how he got my address.
It's like he works with the cops.

-What does he want?
-For you to work for him.

-He told you that?
-Yeah.

If you see him,
tell him I'm not interested.

What are you going to do now?
Like look for a job and all?

Yeah, I don't know, maybe.

Look, go see Youss.

If you're not interested, tell him
about me, that I'll get the job done.

-Big Ben, you know...
-Shams, I need to work!

You're busting my balls, for real.

I know a couple of girls
who can help you with that.

Sometimes,
when I pass by a house or a building,

but not in the ghetto,
and I see people living in there,

I feel like it's not for me.

I feel that I could do anything,
but I would never have that.

I don't know how to explain it,
it's weird.

Forget it...

It's for Aminata, the girl from the 6th
who was assaulted. Bring people!

It's on Sunday. It's for the march.

It's for Aminata, the girl
from the 6th who was assaulted.

-Bring people. You don't want it, ma'am?
-No, thanks.

-How are you?
-Good, and you?

-For Aminata.
-Good luck.

The girl from the 6th.
I count on you, sir!

I count on you, sir. It's for Aminata.

Ma'am, you have a daughter, it could
happen to you. We need to be united!

Mrs. Belhadj, how are you? I've heard
you're organizing a march for Aminata.

It's a good thing.
What happened to her is heartbreaking.

Shams isn't helping you
hand out your stuff?

You leave my son alone, understand?

Is he your son or grandson? Don't tell me
he's both because it would mean...

-That's nasty.
-Look at him! It's him!

-He sent Aminata to the hospital!
-Shut the fuck up!

You want to beat me up?
Bring it on, you coward!

Come here, I'm waiting for you!

Bring people! We need a lot of people!

We can't let them win, we must be united!

Check her out, dude.
This girl is as regular as clockwork.

Fuck... Left, right, left, right, left.

For real, it's like her cheeks
are talking, dude, I don't know.

It's not sign language,
it's butt language.

I need people like you, Shams.

-I want to work with you.
-Thanks, but I'm not interested.

I haven't even told you
what I'm offering and you say no?

-I don't want to work for anyone anymore.
-I like your mindset.

Let me talk, please.

I want to set up a business. Retail only.

I import the stuff and you supervise
the sales. We split 50/50.

Come on, I'm offering you
to make money and you sulk.

I'm telling you it's Christmas.

Be a little bit happy.
I don't know, do something.

-No. I know a guy, he's trustworthy.
-Who's your guy?

-Do I know him?
-Big Ben.

Big Ben, come on, stop.

There are tons of guys like that.
Just yesterday, there was this dude,

a guy your age.

The motherfucker made me lose 30 kg.

I gave him a loaded car
to deliver a client in Montargis

and what does he do?

He runs a stop sign, gets into a car
and robs a guy.

He had a gun on the job.
How am I supposed to work like that?

Did the cops find the drugs?

Even they didn't think
a loaded retard would do that.

And since he got sent to jail,
they seized the car.

And I have 30 kg stuck at Porte Pouchet.

Isn't it a police impound?

Yes, it is.

-Do you still have the car keys?
-Yeah.

If I get the car back, we split the 30 kg.

-Are you serious?
-I don't want any, only cash.

OK. Alright.

-We owe 60,000 euros?
-And that's just for the champagne.

I talked to him the other day
and he was very clear:

he won't deliver
anything else until we pay.

-I'll talk to him.
-OK.

-Where's Nadja?
-Sorry, she doesn't work here anymore.

-Do you know where I can find her?
-No, I don't.

Nadja is fine,
but there are a lot of other pretty girls.

I'm not looking for a girl,
I'm looking for Nadja.

Don't worry. This guy isn't a great loss

because he comes two or three times
a year when he's around.

And he only wants to be with Nadja.

He works for an NGO: "Save our World".
Maybe you've seen him on TV.

They're going to send trucks
to Morocco with drugs and materials.

What? Does it surprise you? Everyone goes
to brothels, even good people.

-Did I upset you?
-Not at all.

Latre never knew what his boss thought
in the following minutes.

But later on,
after the operation ended...

I heard you found a job in another club.

How is it going?

I do what I know how to do.

Can I come in?

What do you want?

I think I found a way to repay El Feo.

And for that, I need you to come back.

I'm happy where I work,
I won't go back to the Princess.

I'm not offering you a job as a whore,

but to take Papi's place.

-You and me at the head of the Princess?
-Why not?

What are you doing here?

I know I'm not supposed to come here
but I called you three times.

I left Arnaud.

That's not what I want, Jess.

Give Kylian back to me, please.

You know I want what's best for him.

-Yes, I know.
-Wait, let me finish, please.

It had to happen someday.
It's normal for you to be seeing someone.

But I left him.
Kylian will never see him again.

It's not what I want from you.

When you're not with Kylian,
you can fuck wherever you want.

But when you're with him,

I want you to be his mom. Only his mom.

That's all I want, I swear.

He's at my mom's.

-Go get him, I'll let her know.
-Thank you.

I know it's better for him
to live with you.

But if he talks about a man once more,

-his death will be on you, Jess.
-OK.

And don't come back here, ever.

Get out.

Well, they didn't leave one print.

With all those stupid cop shows,

they've become completely paranoid.
They put on gloves, they don't leave hair.

When are you going to arrest him?

-Who?
-Franck Parisse. Isn't he the king here?

-We think so, but we have no evidence.
-Then find some!

What a great idea!
That's not how it works, you know.

He's marking his territory to show
who's the boss. And for now, it's him.

I admit it's an ugly mess,
but it means we destabilized him.

Thanks to you, he's panicking.
Panic makes you make mistakes.

Do the young men
who work for him have records?

-Do you know who they could be?
-The one we knew to be his right-hand man

-has disappeared. Off the radar.
-What do you mean?

They had a fight.

-Does he have a name?
-Shams Belhadj.

As in Djemila Belhadj?

Yes, she's his grandmother.

I like the orange one.

If you're very careful, at the end.

Slowly.

Yeah!

Your turn.

-Yes.
-There you go.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Come here, I want to tell you something.

Come here, sit down.

-What?
-They need someone at the cafeteria.

-Are you interested?
-Yes.

It's a permanent contract!

-Permanent?
-Yes.

-But I have no experience.
-You take care of your two kids.

It's the same. You just have to pick up
the plates and show some authority.

-So?
-Yes. Thank you, Djemila!

Get out!

What the fuck do you want?

What do you want?

Shut the fuck up! All of you!

See what we can do?

Quick!

Don't look at me!

-So do you want your 15 kg?
-That wasn't the deal.

Well, I have the right to try, my friend.

-How much is 15 kg in CFA francs?
-Don't try to fool me.

-That's a fucking lot of money.
-Yeah.

-What will you do with it?
-I don't know, but nothing stupid.

I want to pay taxes like everybody.

Right. When your teenage crisis is over

and you're out of money, come see me.

You and I are going to work together.
I can feel it.

Hello, my son, I was with Ilhem,

with the kids and I have nothing,
there's nothing left, my son!

Calm down, I don't understand anything!

They broke everything.

Mrs. Belhadj, are you OK? What happened?

We were robbed.

Are you Shams?

Can we talk?

Do you think Morphée is going to stop?

I don't know what you're talking about.

He can't keep terrorising everyone.

Why are you here? We don't need you,
we asked you nothing, do you understand?

Have you seen her eyes? How scared she is?

You can't let him hurt your grandmother
like he did with Aminata.

I know you work with Morphée
and you can help me.

Goodbye, ma'am.

How the fuck can you drive this ride?

I'll change the gearbox
when you're at auntie's.

I heard what the mayor said to you.
Will you help her?

I can't help her
and she can't help us, OK?

Why do you protect him?

You're no snitch, is that it?

What are you talking about, grandma?
Stop saying that.

I insulted Morphée the other day.

Do you still think they were burglars?

You must help Mrs Kateb.
Not for me, not even for her.

You have to help her for you, my son.

For you.

Stop thinking about these things
and take care of yourself, alright?

Dear Lord. There you are.

How are you?

Does your mother know about Farid?

No.

Don't tell her.

Let her imagine
he's living a nice life somewhere.

That's what I tell myself
about my sister too.

-Do you still think of her?
-Every day.

-You never went back to Sarajevo?
-Never.

There's a saying that says...

"Know your origins
to know your direction."

But that's all bullshit. Personally...

I'd rather forget where I come from.

Me too.

But I remember everything.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

When I arrived in France,

not many people
held out their hands to help me.

This is your home.

You know,
there's money to be made in security.

But I make most of my money doing favors.

Are you interested?

Take care of the grill, first.

Shit!

As I told you,

I do whatever is necessary
to satisfy my clients.

Hello.

Hi, darling.

Come.

Madam...

Quique, my friend's glass is almost empty.

-OK.
-The same for me. Thanks.

-Why did you want to see me?
-Some guys are selling on the sly.

Again!

-Who?
-I don't know.

I met a client from the 6th. Came to buy,
thought I worked with the guy who sold me.

I'll tell Jumbo.
He'll take care of those motherfuckers.

I can take care of it.

I know I fucked up, but I'm thinking
straight now, I swear on my mother's life.

Leave your mother alone
and don't tell anyone.

Thank you, Nadja.

If someone had told me Farid's wife
was going to ask me to fuck a guy...

Did you love him?

Do you really want to know?

No, you're right.

It will be better now
you're managing the girls.

The hard part will be
to bring the clients back.

And are you sure
you know what you're doing?

-Is it working?
-Of course.

You're a genius, dude.

-Where is he?
-In a small village, Quincy-Voisins.

-Do you know this place?
-No. He just stopped.

-Do you think it's there?
-I don't think, I'm sure of it.

He always hides his stuff
in remote places.

You were very lucky.

-What happened to me?
-Overdose.

If your friend hadn't brought you
here in time...

You're very weak. You need rest.

Do you believe in God, Inés?

I'd say I'm not quite sure.

A certain faith is a dead faith.

You got me wrong.

Sometimes, I believe God exists,
and sometimes I don't.

What about you? Do you believe?

I believe in fear.

It may be the only experience
that all of us share.

Religion is just a symptom
that the most fearful develop.

But some people think
that faith is a reasonable thing.

You're talking about Pascal, right?

It's very unpleasant talking to you.
You're impossible to surprise.

Well, to me, our conversations...

are...

delightful.

To me, fear is a virtue.

No. Fear paralyses you. It harms you.

What harms you is the excess of fear.

Fear must be measured, controlled.

I'd even say that reasonable fear
is what keeps us alive.

You're wrong.

If I'm alive, it's precisely
because I'm not afraid.

Not even of me?

Not even of you.

See, Omar, when you believe, you trust.

You see kindness in others,

or weakness, even when they hide it.

-Hello? Do you hear me?
-Hi, Mom.

Kathy took us to see a movie
for people over 12.

Awesome! And how's your sister?
Is she with you?

No, she's in the shower.

Hold on, Kathy wants to talk to you.

What are you doing here?

That's new.

I've had it for a long time.

It's the C-section.
Nagi didn't want to come out.

I won't leave you again. If you need me
to run the Princess, I'm here.

I know you want to help,
but I didn't ask you for anything.

I no longer want to depend
on a man, even you.

Yeah...

It's at the end.

-Look.
-Over there, I think.

Shams!

Holy shit!

There must be 800 kg!

Go get the truck.

Hello?

-Who is it?
-Do you still want to catch Morphée?

What?

I don't get hard
with rappers like I used to.

I used to have sex listening to rap music.

You're crazy, Youss!

Why am I crazy? It's true,
today's rappers are retards.

They don't know what real rap music is.
Do you know what they listen to, dude?

-Rap music, like you.
-They don't know what real music is.

I talked to a guy about Biggie,
he thought it was a burger sauce.

You know, the Biggy sauce.

I'm talking about Juicy, the best rap song
ever and he thinks I'm talking about food.

The other day, my brother was listening
to that dude... Maître Gims.

"Sir Bonaparte had a nice condo."

Seriously, dude? So he thinks
Napoleon had a mansion in Paris.

His lyrics are bullshit.

-Morphée, the phone is ringing!
-I can make you breakfast.

-Yes?
-We're leaving. See you, brother!

I'll put you through to Mrs Kateb.

-Hello?
-Mr Parisse?

Ah, Mrs Mayor, it seems like
you can't get enough of me.

Quincy-Voisins, in Seine-et-Marne.

Does it ring a bell?

The police are at your hideout.
I promised you I wouldn't leave you alone.

We'll come back later to unload.

We should've taken more than half of it.

Only 100 or 200 kg would've been
enough to take him down.

Stop whining, Big Ben! There are 400 kg
in there, do you realize how much it is?

-You're right.
-The more you have, the more you want.

-Do you need a lift?
-No, thanks, I'll walk.

-Are you OK?
-Yes, I'm fine.

I saw you called me.
Sorry I didn't call back earlier.

Never mind.
Did you fix your problems?

Yes, I did what I had to do.

You know, when I left,
it all went so fast.

I didn't get a chance to thank you
for what you did. Thank you, really.

-You're welcome, son.
-When are you coming back?

Honestly, I don't know.

I don't know yet. I think I'll stay
in Marbella with Mirko for a while.

You're right. It's better over there.
I'll let you get some rest.

Hey, Shams!

-Yes?
-Do you remember, when I was there,

once, your grandma sent me
a picture of you playing soccer?

With a fake PSG shirt?

Exactly. You must've been ten at the time.

-Do you still play?
-Yeah, sometimes.

Why?

-I'd like to see you play.
-Sure. Whenever you want.

-See you soon then.
-See you soon. Take care.

You too.

There's a guy who wants to see you.

-Who?
-He won't tell me his name.

Let him in.

Why don't you answer my calls?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Please, answer me, for once.

Because I'm a cop, is that it?

You're right. No need to answer.

I did some research.
Do you prefer Franck or Morphée?

I think you'll agree: we have to stop.

Get out!

Get out!

I'm not used to being called in, Anna.

And I'm not used to bad manners.

When you talk to someone,
you look at them in the eye.

You're offended
because I'm not looking at you?

No.

It just shows the contempt
you have for others.

Other than that, I don't give a shit.

Do you have my money?

What's wrong with you?

Asking money from a woman
who doesn't owe you anything.

I thought you were more of a feminist.

The best thing you can wish for
is to be treated like a man, right?

Believe me, Anna, if you don't give me
my money, I'll treat you like a man.

I know how to get your money back.

But for that, I need weed.

A lot of it.

Oh, you're already there?

Start without me, I'll be right there.