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As expected, three guys at the end of the tunnel.

The gold is 200 meters behind them.

They're loading the rocks.

Let's go.

We must move quickly. The other teams is arriving.

We have ten minutes to get it all.

Drop the gold. Let's go!

Come on!

Get the fuck out of there!

On the ground.

Come on! You, over here!

Get out!

Get down or I'll drop you. Hurry.

Let's go. Faster!

Face to the ground!

Face down!

It's good.

It's good.

Move!

What's up?

-Hello. -Hello.

-You see how he looked at me? -You see how hot you are?

We look suspicious in this kind of hotel.

Are we doing it or not?

I don't wanna get busted for an iPhone and two bills.

Next time, find some place discrete.

-Or I'll get a job at McDonald's. -I know you ain't worked there.

You ready?

Come in.

Boy, it's a sure thing.

It's crazy.

Damn, that building sure is fancy.

We'll be fine dining tonight.

For real.

You know what?

I want to kiss you.

Go on.

Put your hands up like that.

You know how hot you are?

You're turning me on.

What are you doing?

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Here.

Who the fuck are you?

Who are you? Don't touch that. Get your fucking hands off!

Do you know who I fucking am?

Don't touch that.

Touch that bag and you're dead. You're fucking dead too.

-Filthy whore! -Filthy what?

Filthy whore!

-Come on. Let's bounce. -Right.

What are you doing? Come on!

Fuck.

Fucking bitch.

You fucking bitch!

-You bitch! -Ciao!

Get back here! I'll kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

You fucking bitch!

Fuck, it's coke.

That's not part of the plan.

We're leaving.

It smells like payday to me.

Know what I'll do with it?

No. What?

Those exposed brick walls, like in New York.

Yeah?

Same thing in my restaurant, but with gold bricks.

-A wall worth 50 million euros? -Yes.

That's what this is?

Alright, guys. Time to kick back with a gold one.

Fuck.

Fucking A.

Yo, smile.

-I don't think I can keep the bag. -What?

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.

What?

You wanna get out of here?

-What's that got to do with it? -Don't be dodging.

Wanna get out of here, yes or no?

-You know I do. -There you go.

To split, you need cash.

I won't deal drugs, Liana.

Killing people and all that.

What's so funny?

Killing people?

You're wack.

We'll just pass it onto a guy who'll wholesale it.

Then we'll cash in,

and it'll be time for the playa,

cocktails, the two of us.

Feeling that hot sand on your body, on your skin.

Massages.

That's the life I chose

and so did you.

No, I don't want that money.

Come on.

Stop.

You're a pain.

Don't look at me like that.

Stop it.

And if I don't?

Te quiero, mami!

Mom?

Showers expected along the Channel.

Temperatures are still low for the season with 12 degrees in Paris…

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam.

Excuse me, but every time I come here

you seem to be here too.

Do you come here often?

Every day.

Your little brother?

What happened to him? If I may ask.

Would you mind leaving me be?

You won last time because Steph was there.

Hey, bro, show us.

-It's time. -Arm wrestle.

Arm wrestle!

You know damn well.

Clear the table so nothing breaks.

Kids, cover your eyes. This is going to be awful.

- No! - Go on!

He's in a good mood.

It didn't go well last time. He was bleeding.

Don't get hurt.

-Let's go. -Mehdi, you referee.

Don't hold back.

-You betting? -My money's on you.

Betting against his own brother.

I'm betting on him, bro.

-You're betting on him? -Yeah.

Come on, Daddy!

Mehdi, countdown. Count it down.

Three, two, one, go.

-What's up? -I spilled sauce on it.

I swear.

Millions in gold, and you're fussing over a cheap sweater.

Cheap? Are you kidding?

Something strange happened in the tunnel today.

A bullet grazed my ear, whistled right by, and…

I thought, why am I here?

What am I doing?

If I die, what do my kids do?

I never used to think that way. "If I die, I die."

"Fuck it. Who cares?"

But now I've changed.

I'm out.

And you should get out too.

We can't get any higher. This is it.

I care about you, bro.

Promise you'll think about it.

Okay.

You got a cousin who deals?

-Yeah, why? -When can we see him?

You really want to move that?

-It's logical. -What's logical?

Liana, we rolled a guy.

It's Pablo Escobar. He will find us.

You bitch when we're broke, you bitch when we make money.

Are you in or out?

He's right. We can't do this.

How is he right?

So we go back to the guy, "Here's your eight keys,

sorry for the trouble"?

Are you out of your minds? Think about it.

-You with them too? -Stop yelling.

You know I'm all about the money.

I know the guy my cousin deals for. Dude's straight-up. He won't talk.

That's more like it.

Do what you want. I don't give a shit, but when we all get one in the head,

don't be crying.

Are we really doing this?

Yeah. Can he handle eight keys?

His business is smoking hot.

Eight keys, no problem.

When can you see him?

Whenever you want.

-Now. -Let's go.

How's it going?

They're waiting for us.

Shall we?

Congratulations. You're now the owners of two floors.

Don't gloat yet. You don't find tenants, your fee will be renegotiated.

Don't worry, Sofia. Next month, it'll be full.

-How many square meters? -Eight hundred.

Four hundred here and 400 downstairs.

Is the lawyer doing the contracts or will you be there?

I'll be there.

Excuse me, I need to take this.

Hello, Sam.

You have your father's signature.

What does he think about this?

He thinks it's a good investment. Money well spent.

For once, he's happy.

He's right. It's a nice place.

We need to find more deals like this.

I own five garages.

Isn't that enough to launder our money?

It's not about laundering but investing.

Building our wealth with legal deals.

I may write like him, but you sound like him.

Saber, one day you'll succeed your father.

Better start talking like him too.

Don't worry, I'll be ready.

You better be.

I'm your cousin, but I'll kick your ass if I have to.

Give me a second.

What's the problem?

The coke was stolen.

Fuck.

Eight kilo.

What happened?

I was on my way to drop it off,

but first I had a date with an escort.

So, I went to see her.

And I was ripped off.

By an escort?

There was also another girl.

I don't give a shit.

You find those two whores and get me my shit.

Understand?

Yeah, I got a plan.

Wait downstairs for me.

All good?

We done here? Can I go?

What did he want?

Nothing important.

Keep working on the profits. I'll call you.

Hello.

You look like hell.

Nice compliment to start the day.

-What's wrong? Didn't sleep well? -Just tired.

Do you want some eggs?

Two?

Oh yeah, can you feed the cat, please?

Lefi.

Lefi?

Le--

Who the fuck are you?!

Shut up!

-Shaïnez. -We're taking the whore.

You get her back when we get our shit. Call the cops and she's dead!

Is that a dog or a shark?

Whoa!

Your man's pissed, huh?

How'd you get it?

That's not your problem, man. Do I ask you how you wipe your ass?

No. The coke is mine and nobody else's.

Now, we gonna do business or what?

What's up with the knife?

This isn't a movie. You cut it, you pay.

I just want back what you two stole from me.

Then I promise you can go home.

The phone you use to call your girlfriend,

where is it?

Does it have a pin?

15…

03, 2011.

Goddammit.

-What have you done? -What do you mean?

Don't fuck around. Tell me what you did.

-I don't understand. -They took Shaïnez.

-Who? -The guys who came to my place.

-Did you call the police? -I can't.

If I do, they'll kill her.

Anissa, no one knows you're my sister.

My little brother is buried here because of you.

You think saying a little daily prayer…

It changes nothing!

Don't touch me!

For once, you better own your bullshit.

Find…

my daughter.

Hear me?

Come on.

-Yo, what's up with you? -Nothing!

He's acting weird.

There's nothing in this shithole!

Lids, cans.

Where's the disinfectant?

All we have is cakes and shit!

-Where is it? -I don't know.

What's up?

That asshole jacked the coke! Look.

What do you mean?!

You deaf? He ripped me off.

You idiot! You had one job!

And you failed!

Why are you yelling?

We lost it all!

You think I let them take it?!

I don't give a fuck!

I lost it! Fine!

-Fuck! -Like I did it on purpose?

You asshole!

Like I wanted this!

-You make me sick! -What?

-Shut the fuck up! -Why should I?

Bitch!

Bedroom's upstairs?

I already looked. You won't find anything.

I'll be right back.

That's her transit pass.

Make this bastard talk.

Where'd you get this?

Where is my niece?

Don't move. I said don't move!

Don't move.

Tie him up.

Don't you dare move.

Don't move.

Your hands.

Hold his legs.

Wait!

Wait!

Please, wait.

Tell me what you know.

She was tricking.

That's what she was doing!

That's what she was doing with me.

She got us a hotel room.

She held me up, with another girl.

What did she steal?

Eight kilos of coke I was supposed to stash.

Was it the guy you were stashing for

who took her?8

Was it him who took her?

-Did she tell him where it is? -Her girlfriend's.

Why are you here?

The girl with the coke is a squatter.

Your niece doesn't know where.

But she's got a phone she uses only to call her.

The same phone she uses

for the phony escort ads.

You came for the phone?

Where is it?

In her room, inside a stuffed toy.

Here, hold it on him.

Can we pay back the guy she ripped off?

He doesn't care about that. It's a matter of principle.

-And if he doesn't get his drugs back? -You don't want to know.

Don't move!

What's the code?

It's a date.

15-03…

2011.

That's it.

You get the phone?

No, he doesn't.

Who is this?

The guy who's returning your coke.

-In exchange for my niece. -Your niece?

You mean the girl who poses as an escort?

Where's the guy whose phone you took?

He's busy.

You got balls of brass, do you?

How will you find it?

That's my problem.

Listen to me carefully!

Don't fuck around with me.

All that matters is the coke.

You got one day.

Find it by then, or you and your family die.

And don't bring me fake shit!

I better recognize my seal. Understand?

Could you put my niece on?

She's busy too.

Adios, Uncle.

Hey!

Who's your uncle?

Talk.

What's up, guys?

All good?

My usual, please?

Barbecue taco with hot sauce. No onions.

I'm loving it. Mexicano!

Mexicano!

What's the matter?

Crack a smile. Lighten up. Are you still mad?

Still sulking?

Don't you wanna chill?

The king is back.

I know what to do about the eight keys.

-Enlighten me. -Modi always finds a way.

It's sorted. Done and dusted.

When I first saw that jerk,

I told him it was mine, so he jacked me.

But I called him back to tell him some guy from Antwerp fronted me.

I spun it like they were major Moroccan mafia.

This motherfucker nearly shit himself.

So it's all good. Finito. Easy-peasy.

You saw the guy, made up some story, and he forked over the coke?

A little acting talent, a little finesse.

-Sorted. -When do we see it?

You just sit there and chill. He'll bring it to us.

Are you that dumb? He's coming to our place?

We can't walk the street with eight kilo.

You wanna get busted?

Home delivery, safety first.

So did I handle that or what?

Chill.

I can't hear you. Did I handle it or not?

We'll have to see.

I told you, we got the cash,

the green, the dough, the loot.

You dig? Eat those fries. Life is good.

Here.

I see you here again, you're dead.

Okay?

Get out of here.

Get your things. You're staying with me.

CONTACT 067 55

PLACE ALPHONSE FAVRESSE 39 1020 BRUSSELS

-Where's your place? -Here.

It's secluded. You'll see.

-Okay. -At the end of the road.

-Here. -Okay.

I'll call you when I have it.

Next time, spare me the spectacle.

What do you mean?

You know full well.

And those girls didn't have to see my face.

Why am I here?

Your cousin

has started dealing his shit in Antwerp again.

You promised he'd stop for good.

I'll have to speak to your uncle.

No.

Either he talks to me or he finds another port for his coke.

Kris.

We must go through Antwerp. You know our suppliers insisted.

Let me handle it.

Your uncle doesn't know?

You never told him about the first time Saber started dealing here.

Why do you put up with that punk's shit?

Don't disrespect him in front of me.

Okay. I'll call my uncle.

You got one more chance to handle this with your uncle.

But first,

I need a little favor from you.

He's got over eight kilos. Did he think he could screw us?

Let's go fuck them up!

Where are my cigs?

-What? -My cigarettes.

Don't know. Check the table.

Like this, boom.

See that?

Come on. Get out of the way.

-Where should I go? -It's not that hard.

Is there another way? No.

I'm losing now.

And it's good!

I don't care.

Not in front of the TV, please!

I do everything. Nobody helps.

Liana, I'm playing.

Pause it for 30 seconds.

-You don't have the touch. -What?

Guys, get in here or get your asses beat.

You wanna play?

You won't wanna later.

Will somebody help me?

Are you for real?

You two have no talent.

Modi, hand it over.

Liana, get outta the way.

-Let us play. -Fuck you.

Fine, be like that.

You'll die anyway, fucking idiot.

Shit. Quit bitching.

That's right!

Shit. Come on.

-There you go. -Who's the boss?

You gotta practice more. Do something!

The controller's busted, buttons don't work.

Where's the coke you and Shaïnez took?

I don't know.

Subtitle translation by: James Preston