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But it's Mr. Hermann's money?

What are we gonna do with it now that he's dead?

I don't know. "Marat Milankovic."

- Did he really say "Marat Milankovic"? - Yeah. Yeah.

And that name sounds familiar.

Yeah, I think that's the guy Mr. Jacques was telling us about just before she died.

Well then, uh, we need a gun.

- What? - Yeah. Check the glove compartment.

THE EAST

Was she in the news?

"Manon Hermann, Claude Becker's daughter, is supervising the project."

Oh, shit, she's Claude Becker's daughter.

Mmm.

Well, uh…

Seems we have two options.

What?

I don't know.

He thought that the music box was valuable.

And he sold it.

Come here, my dear.

They can't know what's in it. It's impossible.

It might not be so bad.

Stop. Get it back.

I've sunk too much money into this project.

Get it back, immediately.

- But I thought... - I do the thinking.

You have a problem you need to solve.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about that, Papa.

Sweetheart…

if anyone besides you had done this,

I would have eliminated them, understand?

I know.

I'm sorry.

THE FRENCH MANS

Yes, and one more little thing. Up in business class, how much would it cost?

No, this can't be. She gave me her clothes!

No-no, money is no problem. Okay.

And how far in advance can we book?

As little as possible, in terms of time.

Four hours. Okay. Oh, one more thing. Please stay by the phone.

There's a chance I'll call back soon.

No. Thank you, ma'am.

Vince.

I have fucking great news.

Sit down for a minute.

A plane takes off tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. for Bangkok

with a connection in Amsterdam.

Twelve hours later, we're in Thailand.

There, we buy a beach hut and we sell croquettes.

Poultry croquettes, shrimp croquettes. Chicken croquettes.

Let's cast a wide net. We'll be kings. We'll be the only ones doing it.

No, no, no. We're not going to sell croquettes on the beach, Alban.

You're right. Sandwiches.

Much smarter. We'll bring my mom with us.

You'll run the register, she'll makes the sandwiches…

- …and I'll supervise. - No, we're not gonna do anything at all.

Why do nothing?

We'll be arrested at the first passport check.

But we'll never be arrested.

We're flush. We'll buy false passports. You're a moron!

Oh, come on! It's not our money, Alban!

This... This is not our money!

And staying at a five-star hotel wasn't a good idea either.

Excuse me, this is the first one we passed on the way...

No, there was an economy hotel close by, and it seems perfect.

Well, fine. We're not that desperate. Why deprive ourselves?

We're wanted for murder, Alban.

- Oh, shit. It's my mom. - No, no.

- Yes, it's my mom. - No, no. Don't pick up.

- Wait, she's... - The police are with her. Don't...

- Must be panicking. I have to pick up. - They'll locate us if you pick up.

She's having a panic attack. She's fragile, like you.

Only I can help her.

Fine, then pick up and say, "Everything's fine," and hang up.

Okay, no, yeah, no.

- Everything's fine. - Darling, is that you?

Oh! It's her! Huh, it's not my mom.

Are you still mad?

Every couple has their arguments. Tell him to come back home.

Hang up. Hang up on her.

Is that Vincent? Put him through.

She wants to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Meet me in an hour at the Saint-Étienne church.

Oh, yeah? And why should we listen to you?

Let me remind you that we're innocent. You're the one who killed someone.

Listen. Either you come,

or you can explain to Alban what happened to his mom.

It will all work out.

So?

Thank you for coming.

It's not like we had a choice, huh?

I really don't know why we're here.

Praying for my poor husband.

And I'm also praying that they catch the two killers.

I haven't reported you to the police yet.

Thank you.

Don't say thank you. We're innocent.

That is true, actually. We didn't do anything, right?

We know who you are. Manon Becker.

I told the police that…

I couldn't remember very much.

I was traumatized after seeing you murder my husband.

I can't believe this.

But apparently, memory can come back all of a sudden.

I mean, it all depends.

Oh, yeah? Depends on what?

- It depends on what you can do for me. - I can't believe this! I just found...

I found a phone! I just wanted to rescue a woman.

If I had known it was you, I'd have left you to die.

Well, thanks.

Hey, and stay away from my mom. Understand?

- Anyway, we have the money. - The money?

Yeah, the ransom money.

So you take it and you disappear.

Listen.

Just before he died, my husband sold an object that's very dear to me.

A music box.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

We know exactly who bought it.

- He's Russian. - Marat Milankovic.

You just need to find him, pay him back,

get the music box back, and we're through with this whole thing.

Right…

You don't talk to anyone, we don't talk.

- We keep this quiet... - We won't talk to anyone...

- Exactly. - No.

You're gonna bring me that music box, or I'll report you to the police.

You have 24 hours, and I'll be the one contacting you.

What a pain in the ass.

To think I was going out with this psychopath.

Gives me the shivers.

Now we need to find that Russian guy.

How are we gonna find the Russian?

We don't even know where he lives. We're not gonna find him on Google.

No, but what about the land registry? We could find him that way.

We have access to the registry through the agency's files.

We just have to ask Louise for the passwords.

But we don't even know if he's the owner or if he rents,

or lives with... With his girlfriend or whatever.

- Yeah, or at his mom's house. - His mom?

- You got a better idea? - Why would he live at his mom's?

Oh, fuck…

Louise? Hey!

Sorry, Louise. It's really late, but you have to help us.

For you, this isn't a big deal, but it could change everything.

- Change what exactly? - The next 30 years.

- Vincent, it's very late... - This won't take long.

Can you access the land registry? From your computer?

- No. - Yes.

- We need an address. - You know I can't do that.

It's not classified information, okay? Don't exaggerate, come on.

Alban, can... Can you give us a few minutes?

Please?

Okay, Vincent, can you explain this?

Enough with your stories about roommates, rioters and kidnapped women.

I'm in deep shit, Louise.

- I can't talk about it. - Actually, we're going to talk.

I can tell something's wrong. You're acting very strange. Explain.

I can't tell you anything, because I can't get you involved...

- I don't want to put you in danger. - Danger? What are you...

You asked me to step up, take care of myself, handle my responsibilities.

So I have problems, and I'm dealing with them on my own like an adult.

Like an adult who needs access to the land registry.

Yes.

- I don't know why you came here... - For you, Louise.

I came for you. I come every day for you. It's for you.

I hate this stupid job at this shitty agency.

So there you go. I come for you, so...

I don't know, to...

To be someone you'd want to love, okay?

Is there really a kidnapped woman?

Yes! Of course, yes! So…

So, uh, the land registry?

And how'd you do it? What did you do to her?

Don't worry about it.

A sexual thing?

It's not far. It's on the other side of the canal.

Okay, but what are we gonna say to this guy?

"Mr. Hermann made a mistake selling you the music box,

and we're here to buy it back"? That's...

We have everything we need to convince him sitting in the trunk.

- Whoa. - Fuck. That asshole did that on purpose.

Pull over.

- What are we gonna do? - Whatever they ask us to do.

Yes?

- Oh, right. 1,300 euros are missing. - What?

So, uh, the suite, the room service, and my deep tissue massage. That's all.

Jesus, how much was your massage?

Well, with all the extras, uh...

Sorry, I didn't know we'd have to return the money.

This is ridiculous!

Uh, cou-cou-could you...

Could you, uh, make a bit of a concession on your side?

Because I'm going to be paid at the… at the end of the week.

So, I'll pay you back?

I'm going to miss both of you.

Thank you.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

- 1,300 euros? - Yeah.

You're pissing me off! You piss me off!

You couldn't just get a regular massage?

- You... You sure about this? - Don't worry.

I've snuck into parties like this a million times, Vincent.

Just act like you belong. That's all.

Anyway, we get in, we look around, find the music box, and then beat it.

- Okay? That's it. - Okay.

- Wait, whose friends are we again? - Jade. Supermodel.

"Jade. Supermodel." Jade, Jade, Jade…

And who are you?

Uh, J... Uh… Jade. We're, uh…

We are friends with Jade.

- She is very beautiful. - Yeah.

Are you the escort boys?

- No. - Yes.

- Uh, yes. - Okay.

Yeah.

- You're early. Come in. - Okay.

Come on.

Wait here.

Gentlemen.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- We... We are the escort boys. - Yeah.

- The escort boys? - Mm-hmm.

I only ordered one.

Who are you, the driver?

Okay, I'm the driver.

You wait in the car.

Right.

- Well, I mean, we have to... to... - Go wait in the car.

Igor! Igor!

Why are you talking like that to our guests? Huh?

Be a bit more polite, eh?

Eh? Please.

Both of you are very welcome. Thank you. Okay? All right?

In the land of the free.

Here, no more trouble.

- None. - None.

Ah, so…

you're the one with whom I'm going to party with tonight, huh? Mmm.

I'm a friend of Jade's.

Who gives a fuck?

My little klubnika.

Hey. You want something to drink?

Uh, no, thank you.

But at some point, you're gonna need to give me a lot.

We're going to have fun!

- Go on! Your turn. - Oh, no, thank you.

- Go on. - Come on!

- Lighten up! - Go on!

He's stressed, the poor guy. You know, I'm not a fan of drugs.

But in this case, it would be impolite to refuse.

Out of respect, though, how does this work?

No, you're the designated driver.

No…

All mine.

Ah, well, uh, that's a... A bit hasty, making that decision.

Oh, it's... it's, uh. I don't mean that in a bad way...

Hey! Dance for me.

No! I mean, you're gonna be disappointed because I dance like a lamppost.

No, no, no.

Dance!

Dance!

I'm gonna... I... I'm gonna go over there.

Go over there!

Oh, là là! France, eh?

Country of love!

When you say, "France, the country of love,"

you go out with both, or is there a way to arrange things for me to have one...

That's great. Come with me.

Hey, over there! Stop the music! Stop.

I'm going to give a speech.

Igor.

Igor, my friend.

I can't believe that we won't be able to see each other like we used to.

It's impossible, huh?

They've ruined everything. Everything!

Imagine, after over 30 years of loyal service to my country,

the FSB wanted to get rid of me!

They wanted to destroy me.

Make me look like a traitor!

They forced me to... to flee my country.

And all that for what? I'm asking you, for what?

For what?

Because my sexuality is illegal in my country?

Huh?

No, it's actually because I love freedom that they decided to get rid of me.

But you, Igor. You…

You haven't betrayed me.

Right?

You are here with me today.

Thank you for that.

Welcome to France, Igor.

A country where you are free

to be who you want to be, to love who you want.

It's true, right? Come.

Come, my little prince. Come here.

Come.

There he is. My new French lover!

Eh?

Applause! Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo for my little prince. Come on.

Come on, I want to kiss, kiss, kiss…

Mm-hmm.

Hey, deejay!

Play me something. Play... Play my music.

Something I like! Eh?

Don't fuck it up, eh?

Otherwise…

Ladies and gentlemen, watch out, going in.

Hot, hot, hot! Excuse me.

Whoa…

Huh?

This idiot collects music boxes?

Huh?

Take care of it.

Whoa.

Oh, oh!

Bravo!

Thank you. Bravo!

Hmm?

- Hey! Let's all go to the bedroom. Okay? - Of course.

Ah, well.

I... I want to drink as much as possible before...

No problem, eh? Champagne!

- Ha-ha! - Champagne…

We're gonna drink it and we'll make love. Right?

No, no, no! D-Don't drink that!

What's going on?

Cut the music! Cut the music!

Good evening.

- Who are you? - I'm the escort.

- Huh? - The gigolo, if you prefer.

The gigo-what?

So, you two fools dare come into my house, to my own damn party, to poison me?

No! I-I-I... I'm not the one who poisoned the bottle.

I just... I swear to you,

it was someone here, but I... I didn't see his face!

Oh, yes, obviously.

Obviously, the FSB tracked me down all the way here to kill me!

But I'm not afraid of you! Not at all!

Fuck the Russian intelligence.

And you! You!

You are going to drink your own poison!

Ah! It's him! I-I-I recognize his socks!

He... He has a syringe in his heel!

I swear to you! Trust me. That's the truth.

What? Do you really believe you're going to get away with this?

Just... Just look in his shoes.

If there's nothing there, I'll drink the whole bottle. I swear to you!

Do it, please.

Yes.

Okay.

I can't turn down the last wishes of two guys who are about to croak, eh?

But I am very, very disappointed in you!

My little prince!

Igor? Give me your shoe, please, eh?

We'll take a look, and when we find nothing, we'll kill them both.

Igor?

He's talking shit. I can get rid of him for you.

You are my best friend, Igor.

Okay.

I'll pour you a drink.

Here you go.

A toast to friendship.

Cheers.

Let's go! Move!

Oh, fuck. Shit, he's dead. What are we gonna do?

Hey, I'm not wearing any underwear.

Oh, fuck. That's not... Dude…

I can't... I can't swim!

Come on. Go!

Maybe a pool in the living room isn't the best idea for someone who can't swim.

Just saying.

No, no, no!

- Come on, let's get out of here! - No, no. W... Wait. Wait.

Uh, take me with you, please. I'm not safe here.

I'm really sorry, but we're already in deep shit, okay?

No! Please. Please, just for 24 hours.

You... You can take all you want in the house.

Anything, anything, it's yours.

Ah!

- Anything we want? - Yes. Yes, please. Take me with you.

Yes, okay. Don't move.

Ah! Uh, help!

Ow! Oh! Oh, that hurts.

Take me with you!

So, you're not an escort boy, huh?

No.

You were still groping me, huh?

- Me? - Mm-hmm, yeah.

Nonsense. "Groping." No way.

Don't worry. It's okay. It's cool.

- But I wasn't groping him. - Doesn't matter to me if you were or not.

- I wasn't groping him, all right? - Okay, it's all right, Vince. Thanks.

Anyway, what I want to know, Marat, is

did you really buy that box there two days ago for 100,000 euros.

Yes, but along with other things.

Paintings, jewelry.

But this box isn't worth much.

It's worth a lot to someone we know.

No one is following us?

Hey, bro! We're saved, man!

That was close, wasn't it? Oh, boy!

Huh? Vince?

- I didn't grope him. - But even if you did grope him...

I didn't grope him! Fuck, I don't believe it!

- Tell him I didn't grope you. - What?

Tell him. Tell him!

It's his word against yours. I don't judge.

But you...

Did I grope you?

Vince, leave him alone, will you?

Hold on. You know about this?

What?

The body found this afternoon, it was one of our agents. Mr. Jacques.

- But that's not possible. - It was confirmed.

So why is her car moving?

Mr. JACQUES

Yes?

I'm on my way.