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[Mr. Becker, on phone] I'll say it again, I'm worried about my daughter.

[Mr. Hermann] No, I'm sure she's okay.

You can count on me. I'm sure we'll find her.

[Mr. Becker] Where is she?

-If you're hiding anything from me… -[Mr. Hermann] No.

[Mr. Becker] You know me well enough, there will be consequences.

[Mr. Hermann] You can count on me.

-[Mr. Becker] Find her… -Don't worry. You can count on me.

[Mr. Becker] …or you'll no longer be part of our family.

-Do I make myself clear? -Yes. Very, very clear.

THE FRENCH MANS

[sighs]

[stutters] We'll find one.

[grunts]

Ah, geez…

[breathing heavily]

-[typing] -[text message sent]

What the--

-[Vincent grunts] -If you touch a hair on my niece's--

No! Don't worry about her.

We gave her an Aspirin.

So what do you want?

What?

What do you want in exchange for my niece?

[grunts]

The woman you're holding hostage.

Ah.

Let her go, and we'll return your niece.

-[Vincent breathes shakily] -[thug grunts]

We have an amazing team.

-And you lead them brilliantly. -[chuckles] Thank you, Claude.

Vincent? Vincent, you have a moment?

Ah, "Small town, big future."

I just love it, it's great.

-Nice to meet you. Becker. -Hello.

-Vin-- Vincent Piquet, I work with-- -Yes, Vincent. I know.

-She's amazing, isn't she? -[Louise chuckles]

-Oh, yes, she is. She's wonderful. -[Mr. Becker chuckles]

-Who's that? -[Vincent] "Who's that?"

Ah, that's my new roommate.

He stopped by to get the keys. That's why I have to-- I've got to run.

Huh? Mr. Becker.

-See you. Yeah. -See you later. Bye.

-[chuckles] Well then. Yes. -[sighs] Would you like to see a model?

And with Dad, we'd be running around in our socks in the tall grass.

[laughs]

That was some crazy stuff.

[inhales deeply]

Yeah and then, well, uh, at 25, uh, my dad died,

and, uh, overnight we found ourselves, uh, well, alone, me and my mom.

And, uh, it just seemed unthinkable to me

to-- to leave her alone someday and to go on to live my own life.

So, I-- I decided to-- to stay home with her,

-and we… -[Dava sighs]

[Alban] So I-- I've actually lived in this house since I was born.

You know? I've never lived anywhere else.

I've always lived with my mom, and…

I should also add that, uh, life is so extremely sad

that if we don't share a little love--

[paintball gun fires]

[muffled yelling]

-[muffled yelling] -I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

[cell phone beeps]

[muffled yelling]

VINCENT They're in the office. Oh, shit!

Holy shit.

[Dava grunts]

KARAVASTAS, Albanian Specialties Restaurant - Caterer

[rap music playing, muffled]

[rap music blaring]

[whimpers]

-[button beeps] -[automated voice] Going down.

She's in a van in the parking lot.

Ah, perfect.

Well, uh, there we go, right? [inhales deeply]

Thank you so much. I'm really glad that we've been able to work something out.

[rap music blaring]

Who are you?

-I am Alban Bourne. -[grunts]

I'm here to save you. Everything is fine.

I still want my money.

Well, yes, I understand, but, uh…

If I may, you better talk with Mr. Hermann about that.

-We're not really decision-makers here. -[elevator dings]

[automated voice] Going up.

-And what do you go by, sir? -Alil.

Alil.

Are you from the area?

-[rap music blaring] -[Alban] Go on, go on, go on.

[stutters] I actually used to live in, uh, Verbois.

[inhales sharply] But with my… girlfriend-- Ex-girlfriend.

We aren't together anymore. It was her decision.

-[automated voice] Going down. -We're not together anymore. I moved out.

I have a roomie. A roommate, you know?

And you know the old La Noue station?

That modern housing complex just behind it, number 45?

I know it exactly.

Thank you.

[sighs]

[cell phone vibrates]

-Hello? Yes. -Goddamn it, Vincent.

Hmm.

[automated voice] The elevator is going down.

[elevator dings]

What?

-Wow. -Where's this elevator going?

-Wow. -Ugh.

-[elevator dings] -[sighs]

Where's the exit, huh?

There's one on the right and on the left.

What the hell are you doing? I negotiated everything.

-It was a done deal. -[gasps]

[Vincent] Fuck.

Run!

[panting]

[gunshot]

What? Wait. There's no reason to be upset. We'll work it out.

We'll tell you where your niece is and everything will be fine.

-You made a fool of me. -No, no. I swear, it's not a trick.

No, no. We just got our wires crossed. We didn't know.

-[Vincent] It's a misunderstanding. -[Alban] Right. It's…

-A-- A blunder. -Y-- Yeah, a blunder.

-That's it. A blunder-- -No joking around.

[pants] Now, Mrs. Hermann.

We'll go see your husband together.

[panting]

[bird cawing]

My money is all I want.

I know all about men.

And you?

You're afraid.

[both gasp]

[inhales sharply]

[both gasp]

[grunts]

[Alil, in Albanian] After them!

-[Vincent grunts] -[Alban, in English] Come on.

[Mrs. Hermann gasps, grunts]

-[Alil, in Albanian] Come on! -[tires screeching]

[tires squealing]

[Alban exhales deeply]

-[in French] Who the heck are you? -I'm Alban Bourne.

-Oh, man. -And that's Vincent Piquette.

[panting] Your husband sent us.

-My husband? -Yeah.

First, let's go free the niece. Then we'll drop you off at your house.

All right? Don't worry.

Everything is under control.

[grunts]

[doorbell rings]

-[scoffs, pants] -[Solange] Coming!

[footsteps descending]

Hello! [chuckles]

You must be Alban's girlfriend, I suppose.

I'll get that, then I'll get you some coffee.

Alban!

[in Albanian] You're dead, you son of a bitch!

I'll make you eat your own balls and let you die like a dog!

[both grunt]

[Dava, in English] You, I know where you live. [grunts]

[gasps]

[Dava, in Albanian] You'll regret this!

I'll destroy your life!

[in English] We can't always be good friends with our exes.

I mean, sometimes

these kinds of fights happen.

[chuckles] Well, not always, but…

[bird cawing]

Hello. [chuckles]

Alban, aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?

-Yes, yes. -[Solange chuckles]

[Alban chuckles]

Ba-- Barbara.

[gasps] Barbara!

-Mom. -[Solange] Oh, my God!

Well then, it's you!

You're the famous Barbara.

My son's been telling me about you for ages.

-Come in. Come in, come in. -Mom, we're in a rush. We don't have time.

Oh! I am so happy to finally meet you in person.

-[Mrs. Hermann] Ah, but-- -This makes me so happy.

Well, I'm also delighted to finally meet you, Mrs. Bourne.

No, no, no. Please, call me Solange.

Come in.

[gasps]

[mouths words] She's beautiful.

-Thanks. -[Solange chuckles]

Come in! What a secretive little thing he is.

"Barbara"?

-[Alban] Yeah. So what? -[scoffs] You're such a liar.

Liar? About what?

[door creaks, shuts]

I am so happy to meet you.

If my husband were still here, he would be so proud.

Hmm. [chuckles]

-You take good care of her, okay? -Yeah, Mom.

You want us to kiss in front of you?

-[kisses] -No. You see, he's a real gentleman.

Thank you, my love. [chuckles]

Oh, you poor thing.

[whispers] I know it all.

Good thing you have a cool boss.

But I mean, it's no substitute for family.

-That's-- -[sighs] That's how it is.

I know he can be a little harsh sometimes.

Then again, he's a leader.

-He has to be like that! [chuckles] -Sorry. Who are you talking about?

Well, Alban! Who else?

[chuckles]

But I also know that he's a boss who treats his employees fairly.

Absolutely.

And a loyal friend.

-[inhales sharply] Yeah. -[Solange chuckles]

-Let me pour you some coffee. -Oh, no, thank you.

Because we have to go. We are very late.

Ah, already?

But I promise I'll stop by again to chat with you, Solange.

I'm gonna hold you to it. [chuckles]

Yeah, and-- Mom, can I borrow your car?

Yes. And grab a yogurt as well.

-No, I still have some applesauce. -All right.

-[Solange] See you soon, Barbara! -See you soon.

[chuckles] And, Alban? Be careful with the car, okay?

Yeah, Mom. Don't worry. I'm careful.

Ah, uh…

[kisses]

-[car door closes] -[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

[Mrs. Hermann] On the left. Park in the front yard.

[Vincent] Something's wrong. What's the matter?

[Alban] It's nothing. I tell myself we'll go back to normal life, work, all that.

I'm going to miss it. The hostage-taking, the gangsters…

Well, it was nice.

-[Vincent] Nice? -[hand brake pulls]

[door closes]

-[sighs] Are you okay, dear? -Don't touch me.

-Are you okay? -How much do you owe these guys?

-Manon, wait-- -They were going to kill me!

I'm really sorry.

You sent these assholes with an empty briefcase.

Hey, hey.

-I'm sorry-- -And if my dad finds out? Can you imagine?

-[Mr. Hermann] Listen to me-- -I could have died!

-Will you listen to me? -No! And don't touch me!

Don't touch me, okay?

-Calm down. -Were you going to pay them?

Or were you going to let me die? Answer me.

The music box I put in the safe. Where is it?

-I sold it with the furniture. -What?

-I sold everything! -You're impossible!

-It looks bad. -Don't interfere. It's a couple's thing.

-I don't give a shit about your music box! -You sold the music box!

You got that?

I sold everything! I had to sell the fucking Porsche! Do you hear me?

-I don't care about your stupid box. -[grunts]

No. You don't hit women. You don't hit women-- [grunts]

-Ooh. There, you see? What did I tell you? -[panting]

What did I tell you?

[screams, groans]

-Watch out. -[grunts]

[Manon panting]

Oof.

-[Vincent pants, gasps] -[Alban] Are you okay?

Thanks.

-[panting] -[Vincent breathing heavily]

[Alban] Hey, it was self-defense, right? I want to point out that he hit you.

He hit Vincent too. I'm willing to testify to that.

-Hello? Police? Yes. -[Alban] That's an excellent reaction.

Always call the police.

When things like that happen, you must act. Call for help.

-Roll him over on his side. Quick. -[Vincent] What?

-Roll him on his side. -[Vincent] There's no point. He's dead.

-Oh, God. -You don't know that.

My name is Manon Hermann,

and my husband has just been murdered right in front of me.

-[groans] What? -Two men. They were burglars.

They broke in, and they killed him.

-We didn't… What did she say? -What?

-Yes, that's my address. Yes. -What? No.

Help me. Hurry up, please! Thank you.

[sniffles, pants]

Oh, shit. No.

They're coming.

It'll take them two or three minutes.

-Then we'd better go. -Of course we'd better go.

-[vehicle approaching] -[both scream]

-[tires screech] -Get in.

I said, "Get in."

[tires screech]

[Alban] Get in, get in.

[Vincent gasps, grunts]

-[Vincent] It wasn't us. [stammering] -[Alban] No, it wasn't.

-Shut up. -What?

-[tires screech] -[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Any chance you could slow down?

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

-[both scream] -There they are!

[tires screeching]

[both grunt, groan]

[Vincent and Alban scream]

-[Alban] We're going to die! -[Vincent] No.

-No, no, no! Not a good idea. -No, no, no!

[tires screech]

[Vincent] Okay, we made it.

[pants] Good eye.

[tires screech]

[tires screech]

-[driver] Get down. -[both gasp]

[wailing siren approaches, departs]

-It's not our fault, I swear. -We didn't do anything.

-We got there, and she took a salad bowl-- -We were bystanders.

-She smashed his skull. -He's right. Vincent's right.

Listen to me carefully.

-Believe us. -[driver] Stop!

Now, I'll do the talking.

-And you'll do the listening. -Okay.

My name is Mr. Jacques, and I work for the French Intelligence.

Mr. Jacques.

-I'm guessing that's an alias? -What did I just say?

Uh…

-You said, "My name is Mr. Jacques"-- -I said, "Be quiet and just listen."

-That's true. You did say that. -My name is Mr. Jacques,

-and I work for the French Intelligence. -Must be a great job.

Say one more word, and I kill you.

Okay, I'll say no more.

My name is Mr. Jacques, and I work for the French Intelligence.

Nice to meet you. Vincent Piquet.

[screams, grunts]

You have no idea what kind of shit you've gotten yourselves into

and just how far beyond you this is.

At this point, I'm the only one who can prove your innocence.

[grunts] Okay. Okay, sir.

[grunts, breathes heavily]

My arm hurts.

[cell phone chimes]

Mr. Paul Okay. Meeting - Music Room

Now I'm taking you to a safe place, and we're going to solve this problem.

Does that work for you?

[both panting]

[police radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

[grunts]

[sighs] Yeah.

Could you describe the assailants?

Take your time.

Two men.

White.

Average height.

[breathes shakily]

It's okay, ma'am. It's okay.

[camera shutter clicking]

[Mr. Jacques] I'm going to ask you a question.

Think carefully before you answer, okay?

Does the name Marat Milankovic mean anything to you?

Uh, isn't he a soccer player?

Did Mr. Hermann ever say this name in front of you?

[stutters] If we say no, does it change anything? Or…

Your answer is no?

Yes. No. Uh…

-Uh-oh. -No. Yes. Yes.

-I mean, the answer, Mr. Jacques, is no. -Yes.

[Alban] Mm-hmm.

Stay in the car. Don't move.

I have an important meeting.

-I'll be back in five minutes. -Okay.

Thank you, sir.

[Vincent sighs]

We were really lucky to run into her, weren't we?

That's for sure. She's a superwoman.

Yeah. Nice lady.

[Mr. Jacques] Sorry to drag you out of your office, boss.

I hate the countryside.

[exhales]

Why did you ask me to come to this one-horse town? What's going on?

-Marat Milankovic. -What about Milankovic?

He's got the list of Russian undercover agents operating in France.

He believes he was betrayed when they expelled him from Russia.

So now with the list, he's blackmailing them.

We need to recover it before it falls back into Russian hands.

I can handle it.

-Did you report it? -I tried.

But I can't connect to the system.

It got bypassed.

[Vincent sighs]

In fact, I think there's a mole in the department.

Have you told anyone about this?

According to protocol, I'm supposed to report to you.

So, no.

Are you armed?

No.

-[Mr. Jacques gasps] -[metal slicing]

[bells toll]

[chuckles]

-[Mr. Jacques grunts] -[scarf strikes]

[Mr. Paul grunts]

[Mr. Paul shouts]

Okay, so, I'll say a line from a movie, and you tell me what movie it's from.

-Okay? -Okay.

It's a well-known movie, but the line isn't necessarily well-known.

For example, if… [clears throat] …"If you ain't first, you're last"?

Uh, wait, uh…

-Huh? -Old School?

-Talladega Nights. -Oh, yeah.

Right, yeah. Old School, I'd have said, "We're going streaking."

-Yeah, I got it. Makes sense. -Okay?

Uh, go ahead, start. [clears throat]

Hmm.

[Mr. Jacques and Mr. Paul grunting]

[Mr. Paul groans]

[Mr. Paul groans]

[notes play on piano]

-It can be any movie? -Yeah.

-Uh… -[Vincent sighs]

[pants]

-[Mr. Jacques grunts] -[Mr. Paul shouts, grunts]

-[choking] -[Mr. Jacques breathes heavily]

[coughs]

"Welcome to Jurassic Park."

-Jurassic Park. -Yeah.

-[chuckles] -[heavy thud]

-[Vincent gasps] Oh. -Oh.

[Vincent gasps]

-[gasps] It's Mr. Jacques. -Oh my God.

-She's probably fine. -Obviously she's not fine.

She-- She just crashed on the roof. [breathing heavily]

-Let's go. Let's move. -Yeah.

-Take her keys. -No. No! Go on.

-You-- Yeah, she's on your side. -Oh, no.

Yes, go on.

-[Vincent breathes shakily] -[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[tires squeal]

We have a problem.

Frankly, we came out of that pretty well.

You were awesome, bro.

You've gotta get out of those clothes. They're a bit-- They're a bit red.

They're not a bit red. They're covered in blood.

Right. That's what I'm saying. We have to stop by your place to change.

We can't go to my place. Alil knows where I live.

-How's that? -I told him.

Don't ask me why. I'm not sure. I panicked.

We waited forever for the elevator and--

Are you kidding me? It's one blunder after another with you.

-Why don't we go to your place? -We can't.

The niece, Manon: everyone knows where I live.

-What do you want me to say? -It's true.

We have to find another place where we can find clothes.

-Do you have any other ideas? -No.

Yes.

-[doorbell rings] -Don't you have the key?

-I do, but I don't want to give it back. -Why not?

Well, because I don't want to.

-Sorry. -Whoa, Vincent. You all right?

I was in a fight. But everything's fine.

You were in a fight?

-Yes. -He fought off some rioters.

[chuckles] That Vince. When he does something, he really does it.

-So, can we come in? -Uh, what's he doing here?

He has a name, you know. His name's Alban. Perhaps you can ask Mr. Alban how he is?

-How is Mr. Alban? -He's well. And Ms. Louise?

-Wonderful. -[Alban] That's great.

We were expecting you at the briefing today.

Who was that guy you were with this morning?

-I told you, he's-- -Don't tell me that was your roommate.

-What's going on? Are you in trouble? -[sighs]

You-- You hang out with weird people, you, uh, you disappear from the office,

you get into fights with I don't know who. It's not like you.

And yet it is me.

Yeah. So I just came to pick up the clothes I left here.

Okay. [sighs]

I'll go get them.

-Can't we come in? -No. Wait there. I'll only be a minute.

"You hang out with weird people." I wonder who the weird one is.

[guest laughing]

[guest 1] Wait. Louise, come and see. This is too funny!

-[laughs] It's hilarious. -[guest 2 laughs]

-Hi, Vincent. -[Vincent] Hi, Julie.

[guest 2] How are you guys?

Vincent, you have blood right here.

I-- I was in a fight.

Yeah. He beat up three rioters.

-What do you say to that? -[footsteps approaching]

Oh, Vincent, it's not what you think.

Julie suggested that we have dinner and, uh, invite Stéphane, and--

-Sylvain. -Sylvain.

Is that eggplant lasagna?

That's my recipe.

Vincent. Wait.

Julie insisted I invite him.

You don't have to explain yourself. Do whatever you want.

Yeah, and I don't like him at all. He seems boring.

[Sylvain] Louise, we can hear everything from here.

[clears throat] I just-- I didn't realize that, uh…

that you'd already moved on. That's all.

No…

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

[sighs]

Vincent…

[sighs]

You don't know what you're missing.

[door closes]

[sighs]

I can see it hurts you to see that guy eating your lasagna.

Plus, it's your specialty.

-[both scream] -[muffled shouting]

[speaks incoherently]

Please don't hurt me!

I know nothing. I sold some art to Marat Milankovic.

I was supposed to deliver the money to Alil. That's all I know.

-Who do you work for? -Mr. Hermann. But I lost his phone.

I swear.

Yeah, okay. We believe you.

[Alban] We do.

So, I'm free to go?

[Vincent] Yes.

[art dealer grunts]

-I can go then? -[Vincent] Yes.

Of course. Get lost. Go.

-Could you lend me 50 euros to get home? -We don't have--

-[Alban] I don't have 50 euros on me. -Wait, if I may…

[bag unzips]

There. Just-- Just one.

Thank you.

Huh?

What?