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Sorry, this cab's for a hotel guest.

I'm with him. He's on his way.

They've done a great job.

The full collection

except for large sizes.

In the cab.

See you later.

Gare de Lyon?

That's right.

CRIME INSIDERS

You're not cold?

I'm okay.

Not too tired?

Freeze.

One move and you're dead.

Take it easy.

Hand that over.

Nice and calm. Good.

Get your hands on your head.

You too, hands on your head. Move.

What the fuck?

Okay. Drive.

What's she doing here?

Shouldn't he be alone?

Fuck, I don't know why she's here!

Keep still.

Shut up.

Keep your eyes down!

Well?

Keep still!

- Found anything? - No, nothing. Fuck all!

Okay, undo your coat.

Got the dough or not?

Yeah. That's the lot.

Don't move!

Just take the fucking money!

I won't say anything!

Want me to do it, Franck?

Will that change anything?

I won't talk!

It's okay. Just take your coat off.

No, I'm not staying.

I won't stay.

I wasn't expecting you.

I'm not staying, José.

Your table's over there.

Three rounds...

Three fucking rounds!

What's up? Bored in the ring?

I'd had it. You saw?

- A head-butt, was it? - I think so.

Hicham says your manager's a problem.

He takes everything, Claude.

Know what? That guy's a cunt.

He can't shaft you like that.

Know why? Because your contract's illegal.

The law protects guys like you from crooks like him.

But don't worry. I'll sort it out.

We had more pushers last night.

- Know them? - No. What if they come back?

- Call me. - You have better to do.

Call me! I don't want any dope here!

Okay, guys?

You're here early.

I'm not alone.

You can have fun too.

She looks hot.

- Want her to stay? - Yeah.

Want to stay a while?

- She wants 3 K. - A whore.

No, she's not a whore.

I need to sign something?

Right here, Larbi.

Want to drive?

No, go ahead.

Go, go, go.

Fuck, I'd fall for it.

Me too.

Here, try this.

- Got anyone in mind? - Claude. He's your pal.

I guess he is but he won't do me any favours.

He's greedy.

What about the Greek?

How'll he take it?

Give me a break.

I'm not his slave.

Will you do me a favour?

What?

I'm getting married.

I'd like you to be my best man.

You're getting married?

To Laure?

What's up?

Nothing.

- There is. Tell me. - Forget it.

How long have you known her? Two months?

Not even?

You know if she's right. I'm not 15.

I fucked plenty of hookers, okay.

All I'm saying is you could wait a while.

I don't need advice, I need a best man. It's simple.

- Did I say no? - No.

- Well then. - Pain in the ass.

I'm a pain in the ass? Fuck.

- You big kid. - Huh?

Claude!

How's it going? In shape?

Hi, Johnny.

In shape?

- Your uncle here? - He's sleeping.

Give me a break!

Sorry, I need my shoe.

Want a coffee?

You want a coffee?

Larbi, I have to come all this way to see you!

Claude, my brother!

It's great to see you.

You look good! Been to a spa?

Your cousin's had it.

He wanted to celebrate

my release but wasn't up to it.

Right, Hicham?

Hicham! What day is it today?

What's the time?

Claude...

Okay?

Good to see you.

Give me a minute?

You still go for luxury goods.

Want to try her?

Too bad.

You're missing something.

That's not why I'm here.

How's business these days?

Slow. Fucking slow.

So you say.

I heard the club is packed.

Bullshit.

The place is dead during the week.

And at weekends you get ten shitty kids on one bottle!

Johnny opened three months ago

and I'm still waiting.

- Let him make some dough... - Hold on!

If he wasn't your nephew, he'd have coughed up long ago.

And you know it.

You're right. I'll talk to him.

He has to pay up.

I know.

I'll talk to him.

The Chink came to see me. Fuck...

Have a piss.

I don't want to.

Have a piss, okay!

Well?

The Chink has a Swiss friend.

Jacky. You know him?

Guess not.

Jacky's looking for coke.

You know this Jacky?

No, but the Chink vouches for him.

The Chink never fucks up.

- How much does he want? - 150 kg.

- What's your cut? - 50 percent.

50 percent?

We're on the line.

Hold on, we're all on the line.

- 150 kg? - Yeah.

Why? Too much for you?

Can I come back?

It's a deal.

Your pals will get this quality.

Shit, it's good!

Holy fuck!

Fuck...

Holy fuck!

Used notes. 20s and 50s.

If Jacky causes any trouble, that's your problem.

There'll be no trouble.

Don't fuck me over, Jean-Mi.

500 K.

It's good stuff. No sweat.

You're working for the Greek. Why come to me?

The Greek's the Greek. You're you.

I'll get this.

40 for you, 60 for me.

That okay?

It's a deal.

Hello, counsel.

Claude Corti... Franck Bérat...

Mr Winogradsky, my lawyer.

I won't be long.

He has problems?

Nothing serious. Warehouses in Toulon.

The mayor's threatening to cancel his permit.

You don't like him?

I know men, Francky. I'm gifted that way.

I look at them and see what they're like inside.

Your pal Jean-Guy is a shit.

He likes you.

Then he's an asshole too.

Fuck it, work with me.

I already do.

No, I mean...

We had it good inside.

True...

but I'd rather be on the outside.

Go easy, Ricky. Not all at once.

Don't be an uptight bitch!

Here they come.

Okay, I see the guys. There's three of them.

With you in 10 seconds.

Are you Jacky?

Let's see the goods.

Follow me.

Let's see the paper.

Something's up...

Pull out, Hicham!

Get in!

Fucker!

- Okay? - Yeah.

Get in.

Look out!

I got screwed too.

I'd be long gone otherwise.

I warned you.

I got screwed, Claude!

He took me for a ride!

He fucked me!

You're fucked all right.

You know me. No one's straighter than me!

Right, Claude?

No, Claude, please!

Hold on...

We can find Jacky.

I'll get him back alive within a week.

We'll gut the bastard together. Okay, Claude?

I don't need you.

Not anymore. You're finished.

No! Don't do it, guys!

What's he saying?

What did you say?

Mourad, hold him tight.

Send this to his whore. Food for thought.

How about Jacky?

Don't worry about Jacky.

Fucking delicious!

All empty... Shit!

Take mine. I hate them.

Here's Simon.

- Hello, Claude. - Hi.

- Okay, Simon? - Fine.

Here, this week's cut. 100 K.

From your Ukrainian whores?

No, they're still down in Italy.

Another seafood platter.

Smells like Ukrainian pussy.

Here, Simon, wet your whistle.

To Ukraine!

You fucker...

You're late.

Okay, Mourad?

The Swiss guy'll be tough to find.

What? You want more dough?

It's not that. But it'll be tough.

If you're not up to it, just say so.

I'll find the guy.

Do it. He can't be far. He got hit.

- Count on me. I'll find him. - I know.

You're the best.

Here's the Greek.

Look at that.

Just look at that.

Useless at English but he buys the Herald Tribune.

He forgets he was born in the gutter.

Your Arab friends were at my place.

The cousins? Sure it was them?

I was there, Claude.

Larbi had just got out.

Hassling the girls and the clients. Understand?

We kept calm. But it can't happen again.

My cabarets aren't the kasbah café.

I'll make sure they keep away in future.

Why my place?

Can't they go somewhere else?

Why?

Why do they come pissing on my shoes?

Félix, I'll talk to them, okay.

By the way...

- Happy with your lawyer? - Very.

Just sly enough and very skilful with it.

While I was inside, he ran my business like a pro.

But you've got Delarive. He's good too.

You know what?

The fucker's retired to the Riviera, to Cannes.

He spends his days banging bimbos by his pool.

By the way, I'll be needing girls. For Hamburg.

I'll take your surplus. French if possible.

I'll see Simon about it.

Here...

For Marco's wife.

How's Larbi?

The bulletproof vest saved him.

Is he around?

He's holing up for a day or two. Just in case.

Were the cops here?

They weren't here.

I saw the Greek.

Why the fuck did you go to his place?

To celebrate Larbi getting out.

At the Greek's? Think I was born yesterday?

Scared of the Greek now?

Hold on, the Greek's dog meat. We both agree there.

But he's the Greek.

You don't touch the Greek. Not for now.

Later, maybe. But not now.

If you say so, Claude.

Nice place you've got here. It's clean.

Your dad would be proud of you.

I often think about him.

I miss him.

Believe me, I do.

Expecting a delivery?

Maybe.

I need some car registrations.

- How many? - Thirty or so.

Next week okay?

Deal.

Well?

It was the cups. It won't squeak now.

Michel!

Hicham...

The money Johnny owes me... He has to pay up.

I'll see to it, Claude.

- Yeah? - It's me.

- I have to get up? - Yeah. Make some coffee.

Okay, spit it out.

- You can't guess? - No.

I've got what you wanted.

No kidding?

A new Sterem, Austrian made,

polymer housing, 9 mm,

extra-high capacity. This baby takes 15 rounds.

How did you get it?

I have pals in Italy. I'm well connected.

- Where's the coffee? - In the fridge.

Who's that scorcher?

That...

That's Priska.

I'd shag her ass off.

Next week?

- Okay, handsome? - Yeah, and you?

Did you tell Johnny not to pay Claude?

No, but he's right not to. Why should he pay?

- Larbi. - What?

I say screw Corti.

Screw him. We don't need him. Fuck him.

Why? We nearly got greased for that shit!

Remember Marco.

- We're talking about Claude. - So?

He's a friend of my father's, okay.

He's my friend and yours too. He's not just anyone.

He's not my friend and can't be yours now.

You've changed in jail, Larbi.

I've grown up.

Yeah, that must be it.

So these are your new friends?

No.

Not new friends, my brothers.

Taken a close look at them?

Your brothers are sheep. You can't trust these people.

They're not up front. You swallow their yarns?

Not yarns, the Prophet's words.

Spare me the Prophet, Larbi! You can't fool me.

You're not like them. You never will be.

Have you ever read the Koran?

Read it.

- Cut it out. - Then we'll talk!

Give me a break!

Salvation is bullshit for kids. Paradise is on earth, here, now!

I fuck virgins now, not in a thousand years!

Good for you.

This is the god I believe in.

C'mon, what is this?

The Book doesn't say you can't do business.

And we can do business with my new friends. Think about that.

Big business.

We can't choose the sex!

We can. Why bother otherwise?

I can't have a kid any other way.

I'll find other balls to supply the seed!

Béa! Shit! You're a pain in the ass!

You won't be beating off

in a booth with bitch nurses splitting their sides outside.

That cunt Irène gave me four daughters.

Give me a break!

Four daughters. Not two, not three, four!

- No kid, fine. - I want guarantees.

Jesus...

Fucking listen to me.

They put those things in... the eggs, okay?

Let them grow until we see the sex.

Then we dump the girls and keep the boys.

God, you're a jerk.

Why? What's the problem?

It's sick. And illegal.

Shit, everything's illegal in France. We'll go abroad.

We can afford it!

- You think money buys everything? - You bet.

Why do I bust my ass making it? Not to get a fifth slit,

take my word for it, baby.

Yeah, Simon.

No, no way. I'm asking you, Simon.

I don't want to see Johnny cuntface.

No, Simon, I'm asking you. You means you.

Go to his club and talk to him. I'll give him one last chance.

Take who you like, I don't give a toss.

No, tonight.

Yeah, see you, Simon.

Know what? We should take a holiday. Somewhere near the sea.

The Maldives... Tahiti...

The States... Vegas!

A Nile cruise, we said. But make it Vegas.

Oh, yeah, Egypt... Why not?

Fuck...

Is there a pool on the ship?

Fucking bitch, I'll kill you!

You too, come on, son of a bitch!

I'm waiting!

Fuck you. All of you. You and the rest!

Fuck the lot of you!

Here, go ahead.

Crazy fuck.

See that?

I told your pals Jacky was a headcase.

I don't know him. I never worked with him before.

I didn't know whose dope it was. Your pals said?

They told you, right?

They told you?

- Any dough here? - No, nothing.

The room's on me.

Fucking bastard! You really screwed me.

Let's get going.

I'm up front, okay.

Tell Corti...

Tell him he can count on me.

Son of a bitch.

He cried like a baby. The jerk pissed himself. He kept begging.

He begged you...

Your Swiss guy

died like a fat pig. No dignity. Sickening.

Fucking incredible. He cried.

He couldn't take it.

He said, "I don't want to die. Mercy." Shit like that.

He shat himself too.

The place stank of shit.

That's fucking fantastic. It's giving me a boner!

You're the best, Francky. Come and work with me.

- I'm with you. - It'd be good with me.

I know.

Fuck, Francky, I want you with me

all the time. The others bore me stupid.

Are you bored with me? How much do you want?

Work with me, Franck. Just do it.

I have to go. Sorry.

Wait! You just got here.

Gotta go. Let's do dinner. Love to Béatrice.

Pain in the ass.

They're hot.

Hey, Ricky!

Simon! How are you?

Meet Dany.

- Evening, Claude. - Hi, Simon.

Hey, Mourad, have a blow-job on me.

Sit, Dany.

Sit.

So you saw him?

No, I didn't.

What? You didn't go to his club?

I went but they bullshitted me, "He's not here. Try his mobile."

You said to play it cool.

Guys don't shit straight. They always fuck you over.

You mean Johnny? You saw him?

And you just left?

Cool you said. I couldn't torch the place!

Did you thank them? Huh, did you thank them?

Cool you said...

Sure, and did I say drop your pants and butter your ass crack?

No one fucks me over like that!

What's up with you? You're no better!

All you do is dip your wick,

stuff your face and get high!

That's all!

That's all you ever do! You fuckers!

Warriors? My ass!

There's not one man here! Not one!

Know what a man is?

D'you fucking know what a man is?

I see a man every morning in my mirror. D'you know why?

Because no one fucks me!

No one fucks me!

No one fucks Claude Corti! I don't butter my ass crack!

Claude, listen...

What? What's up with you?

Come on, shithead, what's your problem?

Want me to shut up?

You're going to tell me that?

To shut the fuck up?

No, Claude.

Fuck your club! This is my place!

Yes, Claude.

What's that?

Dany. She wants to work at Rue Blondel.

Where'd you get it?

Chambéry.

Get to work.

Give us a drink.

Don't worry about it.

Bitch!

Move. Fucking move!

That's good, you're turning me on!

Fill me up!

Move your ass!

Move your ass, come on!

Come on!

Simon, know how much I took off your friend Johnny at poker?

He plays at the poker table?

No, he loses at the poker table.

Hey, Mourad!

Fuck, you're sick!

Forget Rue Blondel. That chick's a heifer.

What the hell went wrong, Dany?

Want the radio on?

Ever been to Egypt?

No, but my aunt took a Nile cruise last year.

Oh yeah?

I treated her for her 75th birthday.

It's beautiful.

She went on excursions,

a desert picnic, even rode a camel.

Oh, fuck.

Want to go there?

It's okay, he's here.

Hi, Claude.

The fake registrations guy... He's freaking out.

We need to stop using him...

or he'll blow it.

Heads or tails?

Heads or tails?

Heads or tails?

Tails!

Heads!

Get rid of this. No dope here!

Play it right and you'll take 100 K off the jerk.

He's crazy.

He'll leave in his briefs!

Take it. Do what you want with it.

Stop pissing me off.

My pal Johnny!

Just the man!

Why look so grim?

Claude, what's going on?

Don't get mad. The poker's off.

Don't ever play a game you're sure to lose.

My pal Johnny!

What a nice surprise!

Johnny, want a drink?

Claude, what is this?

What's up? You look out of sorts.

Think you're a tough guy, huh? Cunt!

I'll get you the dough tonight.

I know you'll give us the dough. I'm not worried.

But we'll see to you first.

All right.

Enough fucking around. Get his pants down.

Think you can shaft us, huh? That's what you thought?

You'll see why Ricky called you a cunt.

- Okay, Johnny? - Don't!

Don't do it!

The bitch fainted?

Freeze!

Nobody move!

- Face down! - Hands on your head!

Get your hands behind your back!

- All set, José? - Freeze. Wait a second.

- Freeze. - Move it.

- Got the armchairs? - Bring them here.

Sit down.

Xavier, the bed.

Vincent, the couch.

Sit yourself there.

How's the bed?

Okay, lights on.

Do you speak French?

You're not French? Spanish?

Carla.

Italian.

What have we got?

Two handguns, coke,

cash and some papers Philippe's looking at.

Yeah, and this too, blank car registrations.

You're in trouble.

That cunt Johnny! That cunt shopped Claude!

Can you believe that? The fucking cunt!

Ricky...

Fuck, Ramun, who knew about the car registrations?

You, me, the cousins...

The cousins... Johnny... What's the difference?

We should've plugged that bitch.

Relax, Ricky...

It's even in the paper.

"Organized crime. Key arrest in Paris underworld.

"Claude Corti, 52, was arrested by a BRI team

"at the home of his mistress..."

Bullshit, they weren't BRI cops.

It was the registration guy. The scumbag got picked up.

Why didn't our guy let us know?

He got picked up too.

The guns, registrations and his file, he'll get three years.

Minimum. Take my word.

We need to lie low for a while. No waves for the moment.

Business has to keep ticking over, so we see it does.

We do our job, nice and easy, without a sound.

- Anything about me in there? - No.

Okay, look at the photographer.

Franck, put the damn phone away for the photo!

He got three years.

Did he owe us?

Smile, it's your wedding.

You're right.

C'mon, smile, dammit.

The happiest day...

The ring...

The ring!

It cost me a bomb.

I'll look after your parents.

Come with me, I'll drive you.

- Where's our driver? - He's on his way.

You're beautiful.

- I love you. - Me too.

What do you plan to do now?

Lick that shit Ricky's boots for three years?

One year later

Here, we'll teach you to obey.

These girls have spent a month here.

They've all behaved well.

But one of them didn't behave as well as the others.

There's always one.

She won't be leaving tonight.

They don't pay for her.

You don't pay for that one.

Move it!

Hurry it up!

Faster!

I could be interested in goods like these but...

I don't like changing my habits.

Your habits?

Who's that? Simon?

He's nothing without Claude and Claude's inside.

What's going on, Félix?

We're talking, Hicham.

That's how you do business. You talk.

Heel, Zenco!

Zenco, come here!

Come here!

Where are you?

Fourteen... Come on, one more.

Come on, you can do it.

Breathe out. There, that's it.

Easy as pie, huh?

Bearer bonds are too. Your cut will be at your wife's.

Any other deals, think of me.

You won't tell me who your guy is?

Fuck off!

- How's Simon? - He's okay.

Heard from Hicham and Larbi?

Me neither.

Isn't that weird?

What's weird?

- Nothing. - See you, beauty.

See you, Ricky.

In any case,

Paris and Toulon is too much work.

I'm going south to sell up.

Good idea.

Stand in for me.

While I sort things out.

Collection isn't our scene, I know.

But it's easy with Anton. They see him and shit themselves.

- Jean-Guy, look... - Shit, help me out.

When you need me, I'm there.

Can't you help a friend out?

Hi, baby. Okay?

Your friend's deadly with sales assistants.

Had a good time?

Have we had a good time, Brigitte?

You bet!

Cut it out, it's a surprise!

With my dough.

I got a dress for Béatrice.

- I hope she likes it. - Good idea.

If she doesn't, I'll have it!

Be away long?

No idea. A month or two.

If I rush things, I'll get screwed.

A guy needs to fuck you to get a good deal.

When I see that, I'm glad we have honest jobs.

What do the mechanics want?

Hi, guys.

Okay, Ricky?

Tell me, d'you see the cousins often?

Every now and then.

They drink for free?

Do they drink for free?

They're your pals. Claude's.

It's an open bar?

There's no happy hour here, okay?

Claude's pals are me and him.

Guys with greasy nails pay up or get out.

Got that?

Yes, Ricky.

Anton, take care.

See you.

This'll blow up in the Gooks' faces.

What's up, Francky?

Is Jean-Guy okay?

I saw you with the lawyer.

Saw me? Saw what? What did you see?

I'm not stupid, okay. I saw you at the hotel.

You followed me?

I didn't follow you. I just saw you.

And?

His lawyer.

You're banging his fucking legal eagle!

Why are you here? To tell me I'm a slut?

You're not a slut, you're a dumb bitch.

Really dumb.

I didn't think you were that dumb.

Actually, I knew.

Listen, Francky, I...

I love him, I swear I do.

But I'm bored shitless, okay.

I'm bored shitless on my own. You understand?

Yeah, it's tough.

If he finds out, he'll kill you. So stop.

One more thing.

You've shit taste.

Fucking hell...

Come and meet my cousin.

I'll call it The Rock, in tribute to Monaco.

With all the hookers there...

This is the dance floor.

People can fuck here.

This is a quiet corner to fuck in peace.

Over here,

there'll be a thick pane of glass.

Like a shattered windscreen.

People will fuck in there

but you won't see their faces clearly.

Like a scrambled TV signal.

You're too much.

There's a second bar for nudies.

Trouble is, the leather sticks to your ass.

Hold on. I can't hear you.

It's different. Three clubs won't pay!

So what do we do?

We stay calm but...

You told him clubs aren't paying up?

Okay, we stay calm but then what?

Who then?

It's those fucking ragheads!

The shits act like they rule the fucking world!

I'll put him on.

I hear you.

- You spoke to the cousins? - About what?

I know these camel-fuckers.

They always rip you off. It's in their genes.

I'm getting a few days out. I'll see them.

They'll back down. Stay calm for now.

I am calm.

They're kids fooling around.

They'll pay for it. Stay calm.

Okay, Claude, I won't screw up.

Let's go.

What's your problem?

They're fucking you. They want your place.

- No one takes my place. - They're trying.

- Seen Franck? - No. Want him to come?

No, no way, no one but you

until my time out is confirmed.

Don't worry. I know Hicham. He's not stupid. He knows...

He knows you're inside for two years.

He'll make the most of it. That's what he thinks.

Here you are.

There's a contract out on Claude.

The cousins don't need him now.

Your pal's a dead weight.

It'll be worse when he gets out.

The fucking bastards...

God knows where we're heading.

We have to warn Claude.

Right, the cunts could do him inside.

Or wait for his time out.

Not so easy.

He has Mourad and Ramun on the outside.

- Ricky? - No way.

- Simon? - Cut it out.

Yeah, you're right.

In their shoes, I'd start with Mourad.

That's what I'd do anyhow.

If I was them, I'd deal with you too.

Why me?

As a precaution against reprisals.

A sort of preventive strike, see?

I like Claude but I won't risk my hide for him.

I know that. But the others...

To them, you're like his son.

Lay low for a few days to avoid any confusion.

We'll go to Corsica.

We'll let the fuckers sort it out.

So what happens when I come back?

Huh?

Fuck, these guys are pains!

They're fucking pains!

This is good, Franck, so good.

Nice and slow.

Fuck, Franck, it's good...

What's up?

What are the cousins paying? 500, 600 K?

I've been thinking.

He's had it so let's take the dough.

What do you say?

I don't know, Francky.

They've decided to take him out.

To dodge the bullet, you hold the gun.

And, above all, take the money.

Claude's a shit.

He wouldn't hesitate in our shoes.

Are you in or out?

I'm with you.

Hi, pal, okay?

We can't hear a thing!

- Okay, Jean-Guy? - Hi, Larbi.

Tell me something, Franck.

Claude's your friend?

Yes.

Isn't he yours too?

Why should I trust you?

I don't belong to anyone. I'm paid to do a job, that's all.

If Claude had asked, you'd be dead.

I trust him.

Franck's smart. He doesn't piss into the wind.

How d'you plan to do it?

Mourad and Ramun have to go first.

We're agreed then?

You do Ramun and Mourad, then we do Claude.

- It's a deal? - Suits me.

We're on. See you.

See you, Francky.

You trust him?

He'll do what he said.

But after?

How's Claude doing?

- He's okay. - Yeah?

Want anything? Champagne?

No thanks.

How's business?

Not bad.

- Need anything? - Tell me...

Are Hicham and Larbi pulling a fast one on Claude?

They act like he's dead.

Hicham?

No, he'll never touch Claude.

You think so? Why?

But... What does Claude think?

The same you do.

There, you see.

The shit's coming down, Francky. Who can he count on if it does?

You think he can't count on me, is that it?

I know he can count on you.

But Hicham... I didn't think...

What's going on here?

You talk like there's a war on. Don't worry. When's he due out?

He gets time out next week.

I'd like to see him.

Him too. He's fond of you.

Yeah, I'm fond of him too.

Don't worry. It'll all be okay, I promise.

Cool your shit, Ramun!

- What are you drinking? - Nothing.

Drink with me!

You're not too sad, Ramun?

To Mourad!

- Shit, they're hot. - Ease off, they're Lebrun's sons.

Hi, baby, you know you're hot?

What's going on?

- You interrupted me. - Hands off!

Don't you gyppoes learn manners?

Tell your pal to get lost.

Fuck that! I'm leaving with the girl.

Come on, Ricky!

Fucking gyppo cunts! Gimme your gun.

- I don't have it. - Gimme your gun!

They're Lebrun's sons. Chill out.

- Where's my car? - We'll pick it up tomorrow.

There's a bottle of whisky in my car.

Pain in the ass.

What's the jerk doing?

Fucking cunts!

Your car's armour plating is what saved him.

But the two brothers got iced

and Lebrun wants him dead.

The gypsies on our backs... That's the last thing we needed.

I'll talk to Lebrun. He has too many sons to count.

We'll pay off the contract.

Franck can call him. Where's Ramun?

- At his place. - Tell him not to move.

And the cops?

The gypsies will keep mum. Charlie too.

Tell Ramun we're with him.

Fuck, it's cold.

Here's half.

You get the rest after.

He's out on Friday.

That's good.

Very good.

What about Ramun?

Don't worry about him. I trust you, so trust me.

Charlie, go to the cops and say what you saw.

No more, no less.

Hicham! I can't rat on Ramun.

Do as we say and take what we give. Stuff your principles.

Come here.

It's simple. You can do it.

- Okay, Claude? - Hi, Simon.

Fuck, it's good to see you. I got Elie. That okay?

- Great. - Come on.

Let's go.

Hi.

Remember, he's crazy.

Well?

Lebrun wants 300 K.

He'll get it.

It's good to see you, Francky.

I'd like a word with Franck. Simon can keep you company, right?

What about Mourad?

He had plenty of enemies.

You're thinking of the cousins?

Aren't you?

I don't know. Maybe. You know them better than I do.

I thought you knew men, saw inside them.

I'm meeting Hicham tomorrow, eye to eye. Then I'll know.

Shit, only 22 months to go! I have loads of ideas.

We'll devour these jerks. Just you and me!

How do I look? What do you say? I work out too.

Rock hard. Touch!

Take care, okay.

Don't worry.

We could have taken him, easy. Elie's a sucker.

He'll have the dough tonight.

300 K on top of the contract.

Worth waiting for, isn't it?

I guess.

Give me two more minutes.

Okay?

Who were you at the hotel with?

What hotel?

Who were you with?

What? What hotel?

I found a matchbox in your bag. I'm not stupid.

I must've used the bar.

Who with?

- Who with? - A girlfriend.

- I don't know. Brigitte... - Who?

- I'm not stupid. - You're hurting me!

Goddam slut!

Who was it? I'll pulp your face.

- Fucking answer me! - I told you. I was with Brigitte.

Bitch!

Brigitte who?

Who the hell were you with?

Answer me, dammit!

Stop it, Jean-Guy.

Fucking slut!

You want cock, huh? You want cock?

Who were you with, Laure? Who the hell was it?

Come here, slut!

Stop...

Shut your mouth!

Why did you do it?

Why did you do this to me?

Fucking slut.

You can't treat me like this!

Why did you fucking do it?

For fuck's sake, why did you do it?

Who were you with? Tell me.

Tell me!

Stop...

- You're fucking late. - Sorry.

- Okay, beauty? - No woman tonight?

No, she got held up.

Laure's bringing her to José's.

Here you go.

Yes, I'm with him.

I'll put him on.

Léon?

I'm sorry about your sons.

Yes, it's a real tragedy.

No, there's no word for it. Fate, I suppose.

In Nîmes? No, that's no problem.

Franck will bring it. Here he is.

Bye, Léon.

I know the place, don't worry.

No sweat.

See you.

You're back in the game.

Thanks, Francky.

Right, let's go.

- What about Jean-Guy? - He'll meet us there.

- You know we need him? - No, we don't.

You're enough.

Your pal Jean-Guy makes me heave when I see his ugly mug.

He'll fuck up my time out.

Whatever you say.

Let's go.

About time.

Okay?

Let's go. What happened to you?

I smashed a mirror doing odd jobs.

Seven years bad luck. Where's madam?

Mother trouble. She'll meet us there.

- You're bleeding. - It's nothing.

Did Claude tell you? I'm pregnant.

If he tells you, act surprised.

- Shall I get the car? - I feel like walking.

Mine's over there too.

We'll follow you, Claude.

- What the fuck's going on? - Nothing.

- We do it now. - What?

The jerk's mind is working overtime.

- Got your gun? - In the car, Claude.

Yes, baby, don't worry. I love you.

See you later, baby. I miss you.

You learn that in Hungary? You know your stuff!

Fucking hell...

Fuck, it's good.

You bet!

He vacated his apartment. The fucker's vanished.

- Give us another. - Steak for me.

I saw Sacha.

He'll deliver the uranium anytime.

Boat across the Black Sea, then by road.

Minimum outlay for us. Let's do it.

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