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-Mom, you have to film me! -Yes, wait a second.

-Hurry up! -Hold on. I can't…

NETFLIX PRESENTS

-Mom, hurry up! -Hold on.

-You have to… -Here we go, Rick.

Action.

You have to ask what I want to be.

Rick, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Famous! So that everyone wants my autophrag.

-Autograph, honey. -Yes.

What will we have?

A villa and a butler and a McDonald's in our house!

And then we'll be…

Millionaires!

Yes!

It's twenty on my wrist

That's how it goes sometimes

I am forever rich

I was down below

Everything I do

Everything goes up

My mom and I are good

We were often broke

I can't stress about my lady

She has a boyfriend

I keep thinking about the baby

I was a kid myself…

Okay, stop.

Turn the lights on.

Yes, thank you. Dino.

The platform has to go slower. It has to be a surprise when I'm down.

And where's the smoke? You promised me smoke.

It has to be fierce, it has to go wild. This isn't a magic show, man.

Yes. See, you understand me.

Okay, one more time, guys. From the top.

Okay, then.

Yes.

It's twenty on my wrist…

Yes, check this. 1112. Street soldier. Your boy Rich, man.

And we're ready. Forever Rich Tour. There are still some tickets, people.

It's on tomorrow, so get online fast and buy those tickets.

-Yes, man. Hey, film this. -Camera's running.

-Really cool outfit. -Nice, right?

-For sure. -Right?

Hey, first big show, bam. Almost sold out, people.

Nobody does that, you see. It's love from the fans.

I feel it. You give me superpowers.

Real fucking power, get it?

Here, I'll show you what I mean. Come on. Ap, get up.

-Yes, okay. -Later. Bye.

I bet I can lift him. What do you weigh?

-110. -Only 110, easy.

-Easy. -Yeah? Take it easy.

Careful with your back, man. You'll be performing in a wheelchair.

You ate too much, bro.

Hey, Rich, you nearly had him there, bro.

Appie, be honest, he got stronger, right?

Are we doing this? You sure you want to, biggy boy? Come on, then.

-What are you doing? Bro. -Be careful with the jacket.

Be careful with the jacket. I have to…

-Yeah, man. -Rich.

-We're going to try these pants, okay? -These?

-These? Okay. -Yeah.

You have to realize, I came from nothing.

My mom really had to struggle to keep us afloat.

But even with nothing, I knew deep down that I was worth a million. Get it?

Yeah, right? When I look at this watch,

I feel how hard I had to fight to get here.

Look at this jacket, look at me.

Hey? That's what the track is about.

It's my message to the other street kids who have nothing.

-Like I said, it's a mindset. -Rick.

If you truly believe in yourself, you can get there, man.

This is a symbol…

-Fuck, Mom! What, Rick? -Don't talk to me like that!

-You can see… -Chill!

Take that shit out. The shouting.

Mom, can't you see I'm being interviewed?

-Yes. -You don't need to shout.

No. You said I could have these, but there's no Bluetooth.

-I need Bluetooth. -Mom, you don't even need to ask.

This is all sponsor shit. You know you can have it all.

-Really? -Yes.

-Seriously? -Yes.

-Just take one with Bluetooth, okay? -That's so sweet, honey.

Mom's boy, right? Yes.

He's an angel. Anything for his mother.

Hey, honey?

Hey, Toon, take this.

-Yes. -Yes, okay?

That's great.

-Photo. -Ready?

-Leave it. Look. -Yes.

-Ready? -Yes.

-One… Yes, smile. -Yes.

Caption it "Mama Love."

Hey, Jess, talk to me.

They were basically sucking your dick for an hour and a half.

They're coming to the show tomorrow, but I think

that, yeah…

Give me numbers. Talk to me.

Okay, Rich, but don't fuck it up.

I'm not stupid, just tell me.

I think we'll agree on three years, three albums,

royalty split 50/50 and three million.

-Rick? -Come on. Yes!

I told you, Jess!

-I told you, didn't I? -Yes, you're a fucking legend.

-Yeah! -You're a fucking legend.

What?

I swear, if I didn't have a girl, I'd do crazy shit with you.

Okay, listen. Sign the contract first and then I'll tear you apart.

What are you doing here? Get dressed.

Shit.

-How was the rehearsal? -Nobody earns this much. Nobody.

Three million, right?

Nobody earns that much in the Netherlands.

This stays between us. Don't tell anyone or share it online.

Don't fuck it up.

Rich.

Rehearsal went well, yeah.

Rich, get dressed.

I'm coming.

What's up, warrior?

What the fuck?

Is it official?

No. Babe.

-Is it what you thought? -More.

No. Holy shit!

Baby.

-Want to know how three million feels? -Shut up.

Baby, three million. Three shows. Three albums. Three years.

Three albums in three years?

Isn't that a bit fucking much?

When do you start? We're going away.

Babe, the trip is booked.

Look at me.

I work for nobody. They work for me.

I know exactly how this shit works.

A month becomes a week.

You have to go, you're on your phone all day.

Babe, we're going to that island.

Quality time.

You and me.

And thingy.

Thingy?

-That's my kid you're talking about. -Don't snap.

Open your big mouth.

Yeah, wide.

Weirdo.

Look at yourself, babe.

And you? Babe, don't do that.

Your child is sleeping.

Let's make another one.

Hell no, I'm happy with my coil.

You try giving birth.

I'll birth four, five children for you.

I don't fucking care.

-Let me, babe. -Don't do that.

-Rick! -Fuck!

Fuck, man.

-Jesus. -Sorry!

Hush. Look what you fucking did, Ricky.

What I did? You kneed my fucking eye.

That doesn't matter. Just show me. Rich.

-Man. -Just show me.

-Take that away. -Check it.

Okay. It's fine. We'll fix it.

A bit of makeup. It'll be fine.

Okay, has everyone seen it? We're done.

Hey, Ap. Domestic violence. Where were you? Why am I paying you?

-Hey. Watch out, Jess. -Bye.

-Drive safe. -You too.

-Bye, honey. -Bye.

Thank you for today.

-Nice. -Rich.

Wait, bud.

Hey, honey.

Ap, can you drive the Mini with Anna and Mom?

-After? -Yes.

-Right, okay. -Mom!

Appie's driving.

-Appie's driving. -Appie, that's nice.

Bye, Anna.

Bro, honestly, how does it look?

-Bro, you look gangster. -Really?

That's exactly why I went to Istanbul, to get these samples.

Bro, look how fucking cool.

I'm proud of you, bro. I mean it. Seriously.

Honestly, this sporty shit is not my style.

-But you're growing. I love that. -Bro, look at the fucking samples.

It's not your style.

This shit is sewn in.

-Really. -But Le Paradis?

-I feel that, man. -French shit sounds expensive.

The kids love that shit.

Where's my ride? Why is it down here?

Check it out. I couldn't leave our baby outside.

Very nice.

-What should we eat? -My heart's beating.

The blood's flowing.

We'll eat your mom's pussy!

-What's this? -Bro, take it easy. Chill out.

Is it Halloween?

Fuck off with that camera.

What's up, gangster?

Look at this joke.

-Hey! -Get down. Now.

-Get down too. -Okay.

You too.

-So aggressive. -Fuck.

Fuck you.

-Bro, stay down. -Shoot then.

It's stuck. Here, you do it.

Fuck, man. Take it off. Now!

-Fuck. -Stab his mother, man.

Okay. I've got phones in my car--

-Give him the watch, man. -Give me your fucking watch.

Okay, let go of me.

Don't do it. Don't stab me.

Shut up, you piece of shit.

What's up, street soldier?

Wannabe gangster. Look at those tears.

Acting tough in your videos.

Don't do it.

-We're the real 1112 street soldiers. -We are 1112. We're fed up.

Pussy boy.

-Boys, let's go. -Let's go.

Move!

-Get out. -Sleep well, okay?

It's rose gold.

With a black diamond, center.

I can't believe this. Are you going to catch them?

Yes, sometimes. Sometimes we catch them.

Fuck, man.

Are you being serious?

You want your insurance money, right? This is what we need to do. Chill.

-An. -Babe, are you okay?

Jessica said you were robbed. Where are you?

Babe, relax. It's nothing.

-It's fine. -Are you sure?

Is that Mom? Don't tell her.

-It'll just stress her out. -Okay, fine.

-I'm coming. -No. Stay there.

-I'll sort it out here. -Where are you?

-I'll be there soon. -Let me know. Call me.

-I'll call you later. -Keep me posted.

Okay.

Sorry, just quickly. It's for my nephew. He's a big fan.

-Okay? -Yes, okay.

Thanks, man.

Okay.

We'll send over the report.

-Someone will call you tomorrow. -Sorry, what?

-They'll call you tomorrow. -I had a machete at my throat.

-Chill. -Look at my fucking eye.

-It's standard procedure. -Calm down, Rich.

Aren't you going to do anything? You'll call me tomorrow?

There's no special treatment.

-Okay. Do you have all you need? -Yes.

-Jess, let's go. -Chill out, sit down.

-You don't care about us. -Calm down.

-You don't care. -Want to cool down in a cell?

-What? A cell? -Let's go.

-Put me in a cell? -No.

-Do you know who I am? -Calm down.

-Can I take this? -I'm not done yet, man.

Sorry.

Honey, your face. Go see a doctor tomorrow, okay?

-You might have a concussion. -Your knee in my eye was worse.

Don't be so tough. You could have been stabbed.

Don't be so paranoid.

They were just kids.

Come on.

-Hey, bro. -Yeah?

-Did you report my bag to the police? -What?

The Louis V bag. Did you report it to the police?

-I forgot. I'll buy you a new one. -My phone was in that bag.

-And the grand for my mom. -It'll be fine.

-I'll fix it. I got you, okay? -Right.

Guys, don't let your evening be ruined by what happened.

Okay? Bro. Can you pass me that bag?

Yes. I've got something to say thank you.

Yes.

You knew.

We've come so far. Tony knows it. Mom knows it.

1112, South Diemen, for life.

Get it? Like he says.

Look at this.

Look where we are now.

We're living like kings.

And you see it in my eyes, in everyone's eyes.

That's what it is.

But it was a long journey. The last three years were just

fucking crazy, hey?

Come on. And yet, here we are and

I'm here thanks to you.

I see you. I love you.

So here you go.

A small thank you.

I taught him to give. Giving is giving, right?

Look.

-Do you know what it is? -I have no idea.

Open them. Tear the paper off. Come on now.

-Did you get it? -Richie.

Hey!

What?

No.

Brother. Rich, you didn't have to, man.

Of course I did, man. How else would I reach you?

One more thing.

I'm not supposed to say this yet, but fuck it, I'm going to.

I'll sign with Sony.

Yeah.

Three years, three albums,

three million.

Come on!

Three million?

Guys, sit down.

Let's drink. Tomorrow we'll smash the show.

He gets it done. I'm telling you.

-To you. -So chill.

But mostly to me.

-To Richie. -To my son, right?

Love you, baby.

Babe…

You and me, together.

The day after tomorrow on a tropical beach with a cocktail in hand.

Really crap lyrics, those.

Damn it, this is too much work.

Mom, just ask for a fork.

No, I don't need a fork. I can do it. These chopsticks are too smooth.

-Did you give her water? -As if she'd drink it.

It doesn't matter.

-Mom, look… -I'm six.

Mom, you just… Your thumb goes there.

-Pick it up. -Hold on.

-What are you doing? -Me? You did that!

-With those fucking sticks. -Rich…

-What? -I don't need a fork.

-It's okay. -Abdel, what have I done?

-Did I splill it on you? -No.

That's not a word. No.

Are you okay? The glass didn't break.

Don't do it.

-Look at him cry. -Give me your watch.

You're not so gangster anymore, hey? Pussy boy.

RICHIE ROBBED OF 50K WATCH!

RAPPER RICHIE HUMILIATED ONLINE!

ASSAULT VIDEO GOES VIRAL!

RICHIE FALLS VICTIM TO WATCH THIEVES!

ROBBED RAPPER CRIES ON CAMERA!

Babe.

Babe, hey.

-Richie! -Get lost, man.

Don't touch me.

Get your camera away! Fuck off!

Fucking parasites!

Don't you have a life?

Fuck off with that camera.

Shut up, man.

-What the fuck is happening? -I don't know.

HAHA SERVES HIM RIGHT! LOOK AT HIM CRY

THE PATHETIC WHITE BOY IS AS FAKE AS HIS MUSIC

RIPPED BY BABIES HAHA FAKE GANGSTER!

BOYCOTT RICHIE

-Fuck. -Don't read that shit, bro.

They're fucking haters. Haters gotta hate, bro.

Boys, I have to share this. Fucking Richie.

Richie is a fucking pussy, man.

This white boy pretends to be gangster.

He's only in it for the money and fame.

And now he gets what he deserves. Boycott Richie, guys.

And if you bought tickets for the show, throw that shit online.

Boycott the guy, bro. Fuck him. Who is he?

This guy? Fuck him?

He has half a million followers, okay?

243 AVAILABLE, 0 WANTED

It can't be real.

Not now, man.

-Not fucking now! -Bro.

Chill out.

Hey? I got you.

-Stop the car. -What?

Stop the car, now. Here.

Here.

Enter your password.

-Bro, I don't know if this shit works. -Do it.

It might not even be on.

Bam! I fucking told you.

-They're in town, bro. -Come on, let's get it. Let's go.

I don't know, man.

Are you serious? They've got my fucking watch.

And the grand for your mom.

We'll get our shit back

and show those kids they shouldn't fuck with us.

One guy had his shoe on your face.

Unacceptable.

Unacceptable.

That's right. Boss!

-Babe. -Where the fuck are you?

Sorry. I went for a drink with Toon.

-They were driving me crazy. -Really?

I'm here with your drunk mother and your fucking paparazzi.

Babe, I'm sorry, okay?

Tomorrow, me and you will get on a plane after the show and we'll be gone.

Great, yes.

-Is that mom? -Always the same shit.

-Don't let her talk to the press. -Come here.

-I'm off. -The car is here.

-An, I love you. -I'll talk to you later.

-Okay, bro? -Yeah.

They're here.

-Bro, I'm calling Appie. Fuck this. -No man, we can do this. Okay?

-Or are you a pussy? -Pussy? Never.

-You used to be Tony Montana. -We used to watch Tony Montana.

-And the guy died in the end. -We can do this. Okay?

-Are you coming? -Always. Get out then, bitch.

-You get out. Are you scared? -You're still sat.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Want to watch me get out? -Yeah.

Look at you sitting there like a sack of potatoes.

-Potatoes? You're potatoes. -Get out then.

-I got out. -Yeah?

-One… -You're counting?

-Two. -Yeah?

-I'm out. -Hey!

Watch your car, asshole.

Watch your fucking bike!

Hey, Richie, your music is shit!

Fuck them. Put this on.

-Tracksuit. -Yes.

Here you go.

I've got pants. I've got a hoodie.

I've also got glasses. Let's go.

What's this?

We're undercover.

You've got 3,000 followers. Nobody knows you.

Just kidding, hey?

Lame joke.

Hoods down, gents.

Yeah.

We'll do a sweep, okay? Look out for the green Balenciagas.

-I'll check the pool. -Sure.

-What's with the glasses? -Babe.

-Are you doing coke again? -You work on Fridays? Nice.

No. Don't call me babe.

If you don't want me, just tell me. As a man.

I'm looking for some guys.

You ghosted me, man. That's fucking pathetic.

-What are you doing? -Yo, Rich.

See what you did?

Yo man, what's up?

Yo, wagwan. Come here.

Listen. I'll get you two tickets for the show tomorrow. Look at me.

Bring Claire. Message me, okay?

-The man of the hour. -Everything okay?

Yeah.

That was some fucked up shit, man. They got you good, right?

It was nothing. Just a bitch slap.

I'll be honest, your eye is still green.

-I'm not going to lie to you. -This?

-No, that was another story. -Tell me.

I was eating my girl's pussy…

Hey, bro.

I'm trying to eat here, man.

Rich, is your watch really gone?

You know, it's all about your fam, your crew, your girl.

That's what's important. So chill.

True, but they're disrespecting you hard, bro.

This one was crazy, man.

Richie, check out your watch. We're the real 1112 street soldiers.

Richie is a pussy boy.

Bro, let me tell you something.

-You shouldn't have gone to the fuzz. -Huh?

The fuzz, the cops. You know, the police.

I didn't go to them, bro.

I fix my own shit. I'm connected, bro.

What's this?

What? That's something else. That's…

Bro, that's a shame. It's a real shame. You were doing so great.

I'm not worried, bro.

Check out the headlines tomorrow. You'll see.

Are you going to save yourself with a hit song?

One word.

-Sony, bro. -Yeah?

Got a new contract?

Nice, man.

-How many thousand? -It's beyond thousands, man.

-I'm playing Champions League these days. -Shit.

This white boy is crazy!

So you're talking millions? One? Two?

I can't tell you, man. You know how it is.

Check my post tomorrow.

-Do you follow me yet? -Congrats, bro.

-You deserve it. Well done. -Thanks, man.

Keep it up. Blessings and love, man. Always love, okay?

-Enjoy your evening, ladies. See you. -Take it easy, boss.

Yo.

Is your Tinder date here yet?

Does she know your dick is bent?

Have you seen a group of young boys? I think they've got a room.

-Yes or no? -See how you're treating me, man?

Yes or no? I said it was over. What do you want?

For you to act normal.

You don't have to ignore me now that we don't fuck anymore.

Rich.

I'm talking to you.

-What the fuck? -Not so gangster now, are you?

What the hell?

Do you think I'd forget those ugly shoes? Where's my watch?

Fuck!

Where are your buddies?

-I'm suffocating. -Where are they?

Take it easy.

Listen. Stop it.

Hey, what the fuck? Let him go!

-If you get me into trouble… -I'll fix it.

Room service.

Fuck!

They spent all my fucking money!

Send housekeeping to 319. It's a fucking mess.

Shit.

-Faster, B. Come on. -I got you.

-Almost there. -We'll get them.

We got this! Come on!

-This one? -Here.

Hey!

What the fuck, man?

Go straight on. Fuck them.

Okay. They've stopped.

Bro, we've got them.

Straight on?

What?

-The dot is gone, man. -What do you mean?

-They turned the phone off. -Off?

So where do I go? Right, left, what?

Go right. Man!

How? They were so fucking close, man.

Should we check Java Square?

We just came from there.

Stinks of piss, man.

Honestly though, it looked good on you.

RICHIE FIGHTS PAPARAZZI!

-Richie. -What do you want? Get lost.

So talented.

-And so… -What?

And so skilled, but there's talent…

RICHIE'S MOTHER REVEALS TRUTH ABOUT HER SON!

…and there's old skills and there's feeling.

He slept in my bed for so long

because behind all that talent is emotion.

A lot of fear. A lot of crying too.

-"Mom, can I sleep in your bed?" -Come on now, Els. Stop.

-Fuck! -Hey. Relax, man.

-Relax. What did she say? -She's lying!

She's fucking lying.

She's lying.

Toon. Turn the car around.

Toon, turn the car around! Turn the car around now!

Appie, where are you?

Rich, are you okay? I've been trying to call you.

Yeah, it's fine. Just listen.

I need manpower. There's a lot of them.

Yeah, man, I saw.

Come help us then. It won't take long.

I'm at home now and the babysitter just left.

-Ask a neighbor. -Chill.

I can't. Do you know how late it is?

Appie, haven't you seen online? People are destroying me.

Haters are boycotting me. People are giving their tickets away.

-We're going down. -Bro, you're being a pain.

Because it's an emergency, okay?

Send your location. I'll be there in 30.

Soldier. Legend. See you soon, Ap.

You made me come to deal with a bunch of kids?

Ap, they had machetes and samurai swords.

-Those guys are crazy. -Yeah.

Stay here. Don't do anything stupid.

Yeah man, Ap. Let's go. Get those fuckers.

Destroy them. And get the bag.

Yes.

Go.

Yeah.

Check.

Appie is a legend. A warrior.

He killed six terrorists with one bullet in Uruzgan.

I'm telling you.

What? How?

He has a medal. Didn't you know that?

What's he chatting about?

-Do something. -Yeah, man.

Look.

Yes.

Hey, what are you doing? Rich.

Look at him.

-Shut the fuck up. -God damn it.

Hey, bro.

Let's go!

Appie!

Appie!

They stabbed him!

Hey!

Hey, dude. Fuck you.

Oh yeah, buddy.

Fuck you, man.

Where's my fucking watch?

-I don't have it. -Look at me!

-Where's my watch? -I don't have it.

Fuck!

-Little bitch. -What are you doing?

Fuck you, man. You'll be sorry, I swear.

Shush, little boy.

Look at me.

Keep pressure on the wound, Appie.

Come on.

-You got this. Are you cool? -No.

The kids today are crazy, man.

Toon.

I'm losing a lot of blood.

-Hey, Rich. -Yeah.

Put your hand on it.

Put your hand on the wound. Quick, he's going to die!

Put your fucking hand on the wound!

Give me your arm.

You eat too much, man.

What happened?

He was stabbed in the stomach. He almost passed out.

Rich, go to my kids.

They're home alone. Okay?

-Promise. -I promise.

-Promise. -I promise.

Don't worry, Ap.

Quiet.

Shut up.

Hold him.

Calm down. Fuck.

Shut the fuck up.

Turn the lights on.

What are you doing?

You want one?

Shut the fuck up.

Yo, it's your boy Richie. This is for the fucked-up babies

who thought they could fuck with me.

But look who we have here.

Your rat friend.

Here's the deal. Send me the location and we trade.

My watch for this little bitch here.

See you soon, darlings.

Pussy boy.

Hey, bro?

What are you doing?

I'm hungry, man. Appie ate the whole pizza.

All he has is milk. He's fucking broke.

Bro, relax.

We'll do the trade. This looks good, right?

That's it.

-Then we'll eat for real, okay? -Sushi.

We just had sushi, man.

I love sushi.

This guy.

Eats all the fish in the sea.

What are you doing here?

Hey, guys.

Richie?

Swear to God it's you?

I swear, it's really me.

Show me your bedroom.

Where are you?

Where did you go?

He's upstairs. Yes, now shoot.

I am shooting.

-I got you. -Fuck!

-Third time? -Okay, you've beaten me enough.

Come on, go to sleep now.

Get comfy. You too.

-You really are my biggest fan. -She's in love with you.

-Shut up. -What are you doing?

Where's Dad?

Appie is…

-He's at work. He'll be here soon. -But he's always at work.

That's because he got this house for you,

all your pretty clothes, your food.

-Because of that. -He's never here.

Hey, at least you have a dad, okay? I never had that.

My dad…

I'm my own dad.

And your mom?

I have a mom.

But when she was pregnant with me, she drank a lot of beer

and ran in circles to stop me from being born.

-So sad. -It's not sad.

I came anyway.

Because I was crazy strong, even as a baby.

-Are you strong? -Yes.

That's good. You have to be strong in life.

You know why? Nobody will give a fuck about you.

People are all bastards.

They focus on their own shit. You have to do that too.

Don't whine, but fight. Be the king, not the loser.

Move up every day, make money every day.

That's the only way. So that people take you seriously.

So they give a fuck. So they see who you are.

I mean, look at me, guys. Nobody can destroy me.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

-Shit. -Look at me.

Your sister is stronger, man.

-Hey. -You think so?

-You need to work out, bro. -Do I?

Oh, what?

-That's nothing, man. -Nothing?

You're nothing, cockroach.

-What? -Cockroach.

Who's the cockroach now?

I'll take daddy's gun and then I'll shoot you!

This is for the fucked-up babies who thought they could fuck with me.

But look who it is?

RICHIE TAKES REVENGE ON WATCH THIEVES

Your rat friend.

I WON'T LIE TO YOU RICHIE IS A BOSS!!

Give me your location and we'll trade. My watch for this little bitch.

WTF?!? RICHIE TAKES THIEF HOSTAGE!

RICHIE IS FUCKING AWESOME, BRO!

-Do you know how much this shit costs? -It tastes like the sea.

-What's up? -Where's my phone?

-In your hand. -My other phone. You had it.

I don't know. I'm eating sushi. Check the car.

Was it in the bag with your phone?

Was it in the bag? Think, please. Come on.

In the side pocket with my phone.

Fucking idiot.

Why are you stressing over a phone? It's pocket money to you.

We can block it remotely so they can't get in.

They're already in.

-What? -They have everything.

How? They'd need your fucking code.

What's your code?

What's your code, bro?

1112.

Fuck!

Richie, listen. Here's what we'll do.

Bring our friend and 50,000 euros in cash to the old mall in 1112.

Within two hours. Or we'll post the rest of your disgusting porn online too.

Yeah, and all your dick pics too. Pussy boy.

Dick pics, bro?

-Bro, what else do they have? -Way too much. Fucking everything.

Why would that be on your phone?

Why did you lose my fucking phone, bro?

Hey, chill the fuck out, man.

If I knew you had a whole folder of dick pics on that phone,

I would have protected it better.

This is a stupid celebrity mistake, bro.

Why do you have such a fucking stupid code?

-Call me stupid one more time. -Chill out, man.

-Call me stupid one more time! -Relax!

Dick pics.

-Why the fuck are you laughing? -Chill out, man.

Fucking piece of shit.

This is so fucked up.

What the fuck.

-Be careful. -Shut your mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth.

RICHIE SEX TAPE LEAKED!

HOW MANY OTHER WOMEN WERE THERE??

RAPPER'S SEX TAPE GOES VIRAL!

Did they hack into your Cloud? What's happening, Ricky?

Jess, call the sites now. Tell them to take the fucking video down

before we sue them.

And I'll post a story saying the video is from four or five years ago

and the chick wanted attention, money.

You also posted a video of you kidnapping a fucking teenager.

What the fuck?

That video is fake. Can't you see that? It's Abdel's nephew.

That's online shit. It's for show.

I'm getting texts asking about the Sony deal.

Why couldn't you keep your fucking mouth shut?

-Who's that? Go look. -Hello?

They're going to call me about this, I don't know what to say.

I kept my mouth shut.

Rich, we've got a problem, man.

-It's Nadia, Appie's ex. -Hello?

-What does she want? -I don't know.

-Don't let her in. -Open up!

Listen. Don't let them cancel tomorrow's meeting.

I'll be there, I'll persuade them. Fix it.

Open up, now!

-I'll do my best. -Don't do your best. Fix it!

Do you hear me? Or I'll fix a new manager.

-Hey, Nadia. Don't push. -Nadia.

-Let me in. Where are they? -They're asleep. They went to bed early.

What the fuck?

Wake up.

-Why did you let her in? -She's fucking strong, bro.

-Why did you… -Get up, put something warm on.

Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Unbelievable, him leaving my kids alone with you.

Why? They're fine. We played games. Right, buddy?

-Hey, you won three times, right? -You're an egocentric man.

I'm here for your kids.

Who is that?

-As-salamu alaykum, I'm Bilal. -Shut up. Ignore him.

Playing gangsters while the kids sleep?

-What? No. -What do you mean, no?

Look at yourself, man.

Come on, kids.

Shit.

-Mommy is okay. -Nadia?

-I'm okay. Don't touch me! -Calm down.

Nadia, I'm sorry.

I'll get you tickets to my show tomorrow.

-You can all come. -Forget your show, man.

I hope Abdel realizes that he deserves better than this.

-Children. -Nadia.

Shut your mouth.

Get in the fucking car, man.

-Sit down. -Rats belong in the trunk.

Get in!

Cool.

Yo, guys, it's your boy Rich. I just want to say about that clip online,

a lot of people think it's recent, but it's an old video.

Five or six years old.

The chick wanted money, attention.

Celebs attract weird folks, but they won't break me. Okay?

-I'm here with my boy, Tony. -Wagwan.

Do you know what we're doing? We're off to get my watch.

That's what we're doing. So keep following, streaming, supporting.

I'm crazy fired up about tomorrow. I'll see you there.

Love.

Have you spoken to Anna?

I think she's asleep.

Fuck.

Asshole! Fuck you!

Why are you here?

Calm down, babe.

-Why are you here? -Calm down. Hey, An.

Babe, listen.

It was an old video, it's got nothing to do with you.

-It was before us. I love you. -You're lying!

How the fuck can you lie so much?

-Babe, calm down. -You're lying.

I saw your fucking tattoo in that video, Ricky.

Okay.

Okay, I made one stupid mistake.

One stupid mistake, An. I'm sorry.

Honest.

I'm sorry.

-I was scared of becoming a dad… -What?

-What did you say? -An…

Seriously, Ricky?

While I was pregnant?

-No, not when-- -Fuck you.

Where are you? You've got half an hour before--

An!

It's everywhere. The whole world has seen it.

My mom saw it, Ricky!

Now I look stupid and naive, thanks to you.

Babe…

Listen, people quickly forget.

Next time it'll be someone else, they'll forget.

-Shut up, please. -Fuck those people.

It's between us. Fuck them.

Are you fucking serious? You're obsessed with what others think.

-On your fucking phone all day-- -What are you saying?

Can you hear yourself?

-I do everything for you. -Fuck off, please.

Look around. Did I force you to live here?

Did I force you to use my credit card?

I can't deal with your shit anymore!

I'm bored to death! I have no fucking life!

Either I'm doing something nice for you or I'm looking after our child.

The child you insisted on keeping.

What was that?

Leave then.

Fuck off.

We don't need you.

-"We"? -No.

You'll be alone tomorrow, man.

You can fuck whoever you want.

Look at yourself.

You'll never be a father.

You're not even a man.

You're just a fucking child.

So fucking insecure.

Pathetic.

What the fuck?

An, sorry…

No. Don't fucking touch me. Don't touch me, Ricky.

Leave or I'll call the police.

Are the boys really from 1112?

Did we get screwed over by our own side?

Is that the 50K?

-Are you giving them all of it? -Of course not.

What did you think?

Hey, bro.

-What the fuck? -Relax, man.

-It's to scare them. -Where did you get it?

It's Appie's.

Point that shit away from me, man.

-It wasn't on you. -You don't know how it works.

Chill out, man. I had this in my last video.

That was fake.

Hey, hello! Hey, bro.

It's real, okay?

-I don't get you, man. -What?

-How can you be so stupid? -Chill, man.

-I am chill. -Stop whining.

You brought a gun in my car.

See? See what you're fucking doing, bro?

Warn me when you go over a fucking bump.

I'm done, man. I swear. I'm out.

Drive.

Keep driving!

-Bro. -Don't fucking stop now.

Who are you?

I don't know you anymore.

Stay calm.

Good evening. Please don't shine that light in my face.

-Good evening, gents. -Good evening.

-Are we in a hurry? -Yes.

My friend is desperate for a piss so we drove a bit too fast.

-Come on. -Did you have an accident?

This? The kids nowadays, right?

They smashed an elbow into the window trying to steal stuff.

Can I see your driver's license?

Give it to him.

Have you been drinking?

No. You neither, right?

No?

No laughing gas?

Or anything else?

-All clean. We're clean tonight. -Good.

Stay there, we'll check your plates.

What for?

Fucking cops, man.

-We're going to be fucking late. -Late?

Bro, did you forget there's someone in the fucking trunk?

Don't point at it.

Bro…

As your friend, I'm honestly sorry about the phone.

Sorry.

But this is going too far.

Get out, then.

-What? -Go on.

Get out, then.

I'd rather work in a fucking snack bar than spend ten years locked up for this.

Are you with me or not?

Do you know what you are? You're my tour manager, bro.

I'm paying for everything you have.

Fuck you, bro.

I'm not doing this for the money. I'm doing it for you.

Like I said, he has to piss, so can we just get the fine?

-I'm happy to pay it. -We believe you.

I'd like to check the trunk if I may. Just stay--

Can you just write the ticket? You saw his ID, right?

-Do you need to see my ID? -You have nothing to hide, right?

Good.

Fuck it.

Bro, put that away.

Bro, put that away now.

-Fuck! -Hey, stop!

Go!

Hey!

Start the fucking car now!

Floor it!

Nice job, bro. We're gone.

You're a fucking idiot!

Did you think I'd shoot him? Of course not.

What are you doing?

-Drive, man. -Get your shit.

-Hey? -Get out.

-What? -Bro, get your shit and get out!

Hurry. Go!

Go!

Hey!

-Hey. Stop, please. -Fuck off.

-Let me buy your bike. I have cash. -Fuck off!

-Fuck off! Leave me alone! -Please stop.

-Piss off! -Let me buy your bike. I have money.

Don't you recognize me?

Fuck!

Three, two, one…

Too late, Richie.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!!

RAPPER RICHIE HACKED!!

DOZENS OF DICK PICS ONLINE!

RICHIE CHEATED ON PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND!

No.

No.

No.

LOW BATTERY

An.

-Rick. -Annie, listen.

-Ricky, stop calling me. -No, babe, listen.

-Ricky, I don't want you to call me. -Babe, listen to me!

An.

Fuck! I still had 10%!

Fuck!

Here, take this.

Sit down. Here.

Here you go.

You're doing well.

I often see you on TV.

Yeah.

Are you sure this works?

Of course, man. It works fine.

-Yeah? -Be patient.

Do you sell loose cigs?

-Yes. -Yes?

Thirty cents. Do you need paper too?

No.

-Do you have change for this? -No.

Doesn't matter. Take it.

-In here? -Yes.

Is the family in Egypt well?

Yes, Alhamdulillah.

Alhamdulillah.

Very good.

JESSICA WTF RICH. DON'T TALK OR POST.

WHERE ARE YOU? CALL ME. FUCK, RICH, CALL ME.

SONY CANCELED. SORRY

STAY THERE. I'M ON MY WAY.

Wow.

Look at that. How's it going, Bilal?

Hey, Rich.

-I was worried, bro. -So sweet. Asshole.

Prick.

-Where's your friend? -Where's my shit?

-The money first. -Where are my fucking things, bro?

Show me.

And the phones?

Now the money.

Here, 50K.

What now? Put it in the middle?

Calm down.

Cool fans, man.

What now?

Give me the fucking bag. Now.

Come and get it then.

Come on.

Look at you, pussy boy.

I decide what happens. Give me the fucking bag now.

Look at him, so-called gangster.

Oh, yeah?

Do you want to try me?

Do you want to try me?

I'm out of my mind, boy.

Prove it.

Prove it.

Give me the fucking bag! Give it to me!

Turn around!

Give me the bag. Give me the fucking bag now.

-Take your mask off. -Fuck you.

Take your fucking mask off.

Okay. Calm down.

Look at him.

Fucking rat.

-Take your clothes off. -Fuck you.

Take your fucking clothes off.

Pants off. Take your fucking pants off now.

Take them off.

Take them off, man!

Don't shoot, bro.

Please.

Get on your hands and knees.

Crawl like a fucking rat.

Fucking crawl. On the ground. Crawl like a rat.

Look at this dog.

Look at me.

If I ever see another one of my videos online, I'll kill you.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Then I'll post this online and shame you in front of the whole world.

-Okay. -Got it?

Yes.

-Got it? -Yes.

What did you do? What the fuck did you do?

What the fuck, bro? You shot me.

-What the fuck? -Give me your leg.

Stop crying.

Hi, everyone.

This is my last post.

To everyone who thought they could fuck with me,

they now know better. Okay?

Look at this.

All the rats who want to act tough with me, come on then.

You'll see. You'll fucking see.

I'm going to get some sleep now and I'll see you at the show.

Love.

Yo, what's up, everyone? This is my last…

Fuck.

An?

Anna's voicemail. Leave a message.

Anna's voicemail. Leave a message.

Fuck!

-An. -Rich, are you awake?

-Are you at home? -Yes.

I'm sending a car. It'll be there in 15 minutes.

-Okay. -Rich?

Rich!

To everyone who thought they could fuck with me,

they now know better.

RICHIE UNITED WITH HIS WATCH!

Look at this.

RAPPER RICHIE TRENDING TOPIC

COMEBACK FOR RAPPER RICHIE!

All the rats who want to act tough with me, come on then.

RICHIE BREAKS ALL THE RECORDS!

You'll see.

You'll fucking see.

Hey.

How are you?

Fine.

All the big boys take beta blockers before shows like this.

Hey, Rich, listen.

It'll cost a fortune to cancel the show last minute.

But it's an option.

We're not canceling.

-I'll do it, okay? -Okay.

-Okay. -Okay.

Whatever you want.

Those flowers came from Sony.

They want to talk.

But I'm holding them off because every label has called me today.

All of them.

Isn't that crazy?

Better.

Yeah, right?

Fuck Sony.

We'll go with someone else, yeah?

Richie, two minutes.

-Yes. -Okay.

I'll wait outside.

There you are.

Richie!

You look fantastic.

Sweetheart, the place is completely sold out.

Here, hold this. Did you see the queues?

It's unbelievable!

How many thousands?

-How many? -Ten.

Ten?

All for my baby boy.

I'm so proud of you.

That girl is insane if she doesn't come back to you.

Look at me.

You're the winning ticket.

She won't throw that away. She won't.

I have to go.

Hey, sweetie.

Come here.

Come to your mom.

Come on. Hey.

Mom is here. Everything is okay.

Yes.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Famous! So that everyone wants my autophrag.

-Autograph, honey. -Yes!

What will we have?

A villa and a butler and a McDonald's in our house!

And then we'll be…

Millionaires!

Are you fucking ready?

It's twenty on my wrist

That's how it goes sometimes

I am forever rich

I was down below

Are you with me tonight or what?

Three, two…

Three, two, one, let's go!

Subtitle translation by: Dot Roberts