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- Hi. - Hi.

- Okay, love? - I'm okay.

You should eat.

It's important, first thing in the day.

Don't feel like it.

Remember to buy toothpaste.

It's on the list.

You're perfect.

I know.

See you.

Wake up, little birdie

Wake up, little sparrow

The time has come to leave the nest

Wake up, sleepy boy

Morning's come again

It's time to hop out of bed

Fucking hell!

Brothers and men

that shall after us be

Let not your hearts be hard to us

For pitying this our misery

Ye shall find God the more

piteous

Is my penknife in my bag?

Yes. It's for your apple.

No silly stuff.

Pirmez!

Midday tomorrow.

You hear me, Pirmez?

Yes. Midday tomorrow.

Be on time.

Try to imagine a stream of molten steel at 1500?

And the temperature

the person next to it must feel.

That's why it was dangerous

and they wore special clothing.

But, even so, even though...

their clothes were heat-resistant

the guy inside that suit felt the heat anyway.

He'd work a few seconds then move away.

A lot of men relayed each other

around the stream

to prevent anyone being burned.

Imagine the lava of a volcano.

You can't go near it.

This was the same.

People were often burned or fell

because they didn't have

all the safety measures.

It was dangerous.

People were even killed from time to time.

I remember a time

when we had one or two deaths a year.

Men were crippled because they were made to work...

for long hours.

They didn't protect themselves properly.

The bosses didn't want to spend money on security measures

but only keep producing.

Bloody hell...

Can I come in?

Yeah!

- Had a tumble? - Yeah.

- Let me see. - It's nothing.

All right.

You're breathing bad.

The lift's bust again.

Bleeding hell!

30 disabled flats and the lifts are always busted!

They do it on purpose?

Calm down, we'll manage.

It's Jean-Pierre Renneson. In Droixhe.

The lift's broke down again.

If 15 people have called,

how come no one's mending it?

Why put disabled flats on the 20th floor

if the bloody lifts don't work?

What?

10 years back, I'd have flattened you for that!

Bloody kid!

You weigh a tonne!

Not enough exercise!

That daft physiotherapist said so.

Bloody hell!

Hi.

Okay, Patrick?

Fine. Where are my mates?

Only Roland's here. A Vieux-Temps?

You bet. Just the ticket.

What's up? Everyone's late today.

I was busy picking my radishes.

The other two lads?

I don't know.

Here they come.

Hi.

You fell again?

Cut it out, okay.

What happened?

The lift's bust again.

Hello, Gina.

Bloody hell!

Give us another round.

I have to get my kid.

- Already? - Afraid so.

See you tomorrow?

You bet.

Don't forget to settle up.

After a trick like that we should've counted you two rounds.

Can you put it on my slate?

I'll pay next month.

Try to win a bit more often.

Today the luck is with me.

If it is like this I will give up.

Not now.

Hi!

Deal the cards.

It was dangerous.

If he got it wrong when he poured it,

it ran through him and cut him in two.

But they weren't afraid.

They called them "the aristocrats of the working class".

When steel's really hot, it melts.

It turns liquid, like lava.

Let me.

I've been pushing it for two miles!

I'll look at it later.

It was dangerous. There were accidents.

But they were brave.

They called them "the aristocrats of the working class".

You knew that?

Yes. Both your granddads worked there.

Your friends' granddads too.

Nearly all of them.

And you never said so!

It's had it.

What makes you say that?

Gran's alarm had it once I took it apart.

You're right there!

Get to bed now, sprog.

And wash your hands.

Is it working now?

No, I think it's dead.

We need to buy another?

Can we afford to?

We'll have to.

I'll look for a cheap second-hand one.

I'll ask Dad for a loan.

No, no more loans now.

From my dad... It's the same.

No, it's not the same.

Right, it's worse.

I'll have to take the bus every morning.

I'll need to get up even earlier.

I'll find away.

Know of a moped for sale?

No. How about you?

At Droixhe maybe. One of the kids.

How much you got?

Ten grand.

Still using francs?

For that, you won't get much.

A stolen one.

No, it's for Carole.

Hey, we're playing! You can talk later.

- We can talk. - Just concentrate.

That was a trump card.

I still have one?

You bet! I've been counting.

I don't deal in stolen mopeds.

See, you had one. Game over.

Your deal, son.

Let's try the lottery.

We chip in for a stake and

we're bound to make enough for a moped.

We'll share the rest.

I'd be glad to win ten grand.

Ten grand? Make it a hundred.

What for, mate?

To buy a car, to go to Las Vegas...

Las Vegas! By car too!

To play cards like you do here?

- Aren't you happy here? - Of course I am.

But I can dream.

Jean-Pierre, what would you do with a hundred grand?

What do you think?

I'd buy a new chair.

Shut up, stupid!

How about you? What would you do?

You need a million for a new life.

Maybe, but I’m serious.

We're not dreaming.

We are!

It doesn't cost more to dream of millions.

Maybe, but we can be reasonable.

Let's play the lottery instead...

of having another round

and see how we spend it all later.

I'll chip in too, if that's okay.

What kind of moped will we get?

I don't know yet.

A scooter's better.

It has two seats and your feet stay dry.

But it's more expensive.

If we win a lot, will we buy a scooter?

Sure, why not?

Red! Would you like a red one?

Would you?

You bet.

A red one, then.

Will you take me for rides?

If you want.

- I'll need a helmet. - Of course.

Red too. Red and white.

Will we take Dad?

Three of us? Is that allowed?

Sure. The other day,

I saw three people on a scooter.

The kid was at the front holding the bars.

We'll see.

So where d'you work?

At the brewery.

You're kidding!

On the bottling line.

My dream.

- Like it there? - No.

That or the dole...

- Cheers, then. - Cheers.

Been there long?

Three months.

Where were you before that?

In jail.

Sorry.

It's okay.

What did you do?

It's none of our business.

I like to know who I’m dealing with.

Armed robbery.

Banks, bullion vans, service stations...

Happy now?

I just like to know who I’m dealing with.

Had a good sweat, Pirmez?

What's wrong, poppet?

We lost.

It doesn't matter.

Ever seen anyone win?

It wasn't worth playing!

No.

So nothing's ever worth doing.

It is, we dreamt for three days.

Yeah, yeah, sure...

- A fourth man! - Have a seat.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Patrick's not here? - No.

Got any ideas?

About?

How to get a moped.

Why me?

We don't have any.

So I walk into a store and take the till?

Calm down.

That's not what I meant.

It's exactly what you meant.

I'll tell you something, Robert.

Every day, I sign in with a cop.

He's a friendly looking bloke.

But I’ll always be a robber for him.

He's sure I’ll do it again

and he's enjoying waiting for that day.

You think like him.

You're a shithead too.

A friendly shithead.

Let go now. I have to get to work.

Work doesn't make you special!

We worked harder than you!

And we'd go back tomorrow!

We didn't ask to stop before our time!

Let go of me, Robert.

Let go of him, Robert.

That wasn't what I meant.

I know.

Working's tough, huh?

Tougher than attacking service stations.

He's at his allotment.

He won't hear you.

- Do you know where it is? - I don't know.

Come on, I’ll show you.

Slaving away, are you?

What's up?

I was looking for you.

Thanks, missus.

You're welcome, love.

Want a drink? I've got water or orange pop.

No, I’m okay.

I was worried.

You don't play cards anymore.

Can't afford to.

I can loan you money.

Angelina's cool with me.

Robert could loan me money,

or Roland, or Jean-Pierre.

But I don't want that. I'm sick of it.

I studied six years.

I worked weekends...

and holidays to pay for it.

I have three degrees, none any use.

My wife has to get up at dawn every day.

She's exhausted

and we can't even afford a used moped.

That puts me off playing cards.

I'd rather stay here and watch things grow.

Or do an odd job or two locally,

hoping some bastard won't report me.

You're supposed to cheer me up now,

tell m3 I’m jvst g01ng thr0vgh 4 b4d p4tch,

that I have time for my kid.

There's loads of crap you could come out with.

But you'll say nothing.

There's nothing to hope for.

You know it so you say nothing.

You're honest.

I'm done in.

You're okay like that?

Yes, thanks.

Want the light off?

Please.

See you in the morning.

Still looking for ideas?

Come in.

Want a beer?

No way, I lug the stuff around all night!

Stop drinking all the time!

How far will you go?

It depends.

On what?

No idea.

I'll tell you.

It depends only on you!

Will you train a gun on someone? Or kill?

Are you ready to die?

Will you shoot? Get shot at?

How should I know?

You have to know!

You need to decide now!

After, it's too late.

I'll help you.

It's 9 AM, we're in a car, outside a bank,

double parked, blocking the street.

There's a gun by your seat. See it?

Yes.

Close your eyes.

Where are we? What street?

Rue du Toret.

Okay. What bank?

The BBL.

Okay.

There's a hood in the glove box.

Put it on.

Imagine putting it on.

- Done it? - Yes.

You feel too hot.

It's summer, it's hot.

You're sweating like a pig.

The sweat stings your eyes.

I put the hand-brake on.

I grab a gun, get out

and go into the bank.

You stay there, watching the street.

It's a long wait.

Close your eyes!

You hear horns.

Yes.

Look in the mirror.

The guy behind has a phone.

- What do you do? - I get out.

Go on.

I grab my gun and go to stop the shit from calling the cops.

That's it.

You reach him.

But it's not a man, it's a woman.

She's a kid. Young. Twenty.

Her short hair got you confused.

You press the gun to her window.

By her head.

A foot and a half at the most.

She drops her phone.

She tries to scream but she can't.

Her voice has gone.

She can't make a sound.

You open the door,

grab her arm and haul her out.

Then you turn your gun on the guy behind.

- Okay? - Okay.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

He raises his hands.

He's trembling, scared shitless.

You too. You're as scared as he is.

The bank alarm starts ringing.

You turn.

It's endless but it hasn't been two minutes yet.

Close your eyes!

You hear shooting in the bank.

No idea what's going on.

The girl screams.

She won't shut up.

She's sobbing and puking.

Curtains twitch at the windows.

People are calling the cops.

The cops are there already.

They get out of their car,

train their guns on you.

You haul the girl up to use as a shield.

She cries, she pleads with you to let her go.

But you don't.

You get the picture?

Are you capable of that?

The cops shout,

"Let her go! It's over! Surrender!"

But you don't hear them.

You don't hear anything. No sirens, no girl.

You just hear your heart pounding.

The faster it beats the slower things happen.

I leave the bank.

I run, trip and fall.

I'm on the ground. The cops open fire.

What do you do?

Do you shoot?

Having ideas is easy.

Seeing them through isn't.

I won't take that road again.

Never again, you hear?

Come on, let me show you something.

30 years we worked in this factory.

A furnace like that burns around the clock.

We'd feed it in shifts.

21 days, working without a break.

No weekends, no holidays, nothing.

You get up at 4AM to go to work.

You leave home at 9 PM on a Saturday,

when your pals arrive to eat with your wife.

In the end, your pals stop coming

and your wife she buggers off.

You only see the lads on your shift.

They become your new family.

We'd see in the New Year on the shop floor.

You lose that, you lose it all.

Jean-Pierre lost his legs here,

others died but we loved this factory.

Maybe it's just because it fed us.

Maybe we felt stronger, stronger than others.

More united.

They said we were aristocrats and we believed it.

Maybe we were buggered senseless

but it was our life.

My life.

And now they're flogging it.

They exploit us for five generations

and just when we manage

to make a decent wage, it's too much.

They move it all away.

To exploit folk even poorer,

even more fragile than us.

I'm sorry, Robert. I'm sorry.

Screw that.

I didn't bring you here to be sorry.

Look at what you see here.

It's a fortune.

Know what a ton of steel fetches?

There are thousands of tons here.

Every week, a train-load of scrap leaves here.

The buyers pay cash

and the money stays all night

until the security van collects it.

If they sell my life off,

the money's mine too.

But I'm ready to share it.

There are millions in there.

Enough to start a new life wherever you want.

You'll never get another chance like it!

Neither will we.

Didn't you hear me earlier?

I heard you. Loud and clear.

If Jean-Pierre had his legs,

I wouldn't need you.

I can't do it alone.

This is a sick thing to do.

What? It's sick trying to get out of this shit?

Sick asking you to help?

What's sick?

It's sick helping Carole and Patrick?

Is that it?

What is it?

You're right, Robert.

We'll do as you say.

But think it over and tell me tomorrow.

And think hard because there'll be no turning back.

What's going on?

Surely I can take care of the guns?

It's the only useful thing I can do.

Where will you find guns?

Trust him.

If he says he can find them, he will.

All right, but you're not coming with us.

Okay!

I know I’m not coming. I'm not stupid.

And not a word to Patrick.

Of course not.

Hi!

Stop!

Stop now!

Hit the road, Jack!

Lovely celery.

Yes, I’m pleased with it.

Can I see your tattoo?

What does that mean?

He hates pigs.

I don't believe that.

Look who's here!

What are you making?

Guess.

Cheers.

Good healthy, sonny.

Cheers, Carole.

- Cheers! - Okay.

Cheers.

Where do you work?

The brewery. You?

At the dry cleaner's near there.

Let's eat!

Let's dig in!

Poor man of Liege

Take up arms today

Fly to your victory

The freedom of our town

Will cover us with glory

Time to clock on.

Already?

'Fraid so.

- See you, Marc. - Enjoy yourselves.

See you.

She had promised me one fine day

A pretty little cage A pretty little cage

She had promised me one fine day

A pretty little cage

In which to put my canary

Why would I have guns to sell?

You worked at the arms factory.

So?

I bet you kept some souvenirs

when you were laid off.

A sort of redundancy bonus.

Why d'you want them?

None of your business.

No one will know where they're from.

I don't have any. Some pals, maybe.

I can try asking around.

What d'you need?

I don't know. Handguns, an FNC.

You're crazy!

We couldn't take assault weapons out!

One or two handguns. A rifle.

But that was all.

That'll do. I'll think it over.

It's not a favour.

I'll pay a fair price.

You bet you will.

Brothers and men that shall after us be

Let not your hearts be hard to us

It's the other way round.

You who come after us don't harden your hearts to us.

For pitying this our misery

Ye shall find God the more piteous

Look on us six that are hanging thus,

And the flesh that we so cherished...

Cherished means they ate too much.

How it is eaten of birds and perished

Dust fills our bones' place

Mock us not that so feeble be

But pray God pardon us out of His grace

- Know who that is? - I don't know.

Grandpa!

- Got a scooter? - It's for your mum.

Really?

- Want to get on? - Yes.

Dad, Grandpa's bought Mum a scooter.

Fancy a ride?

No helmet.

I can use Mum's.

Go and get it.

After a ride, take this back.

We don't want it.

It's for my daughter.

Her moped's dead.

I'm not having her walking!

At the front?

Go inside.

- But I... - Go inside!

Not trying out Mum's scooter?

No. Goodbye, Grandpa.

Get lost now.

You can't afford a moped, fine.

But you won't make my Carole unhappy.

Get lost, Andre.

Watch it, you pimp.

Get lost or else!

- It's a free country... - Get lost!

Still got that helmet on?

I can't undo the strap.

Okay, love?

Are you crazy or what?

What?

- You hit my dad. - I didn't.

- He's lying then? - Yes.

Why should I believe you?

- I've never lied to you. - Him neither.

Who do I believe?

My man or my dad?

You choose.

Tell me what happened.

He turned up, showing off.

I said he could take Steve out.

While Steve was inside your dad called me a pimp.

I told him to get lost, he wouldn't,

I pushed him and he fell. End of story.

You hit him in public.

I never hit him!

Why can't we keep it?

It's a present, to make me happy.

No way.

His idea was to humiliate me.

He brought it here.

And then to me. I rode the scooter home.

Give it back. I don't want it here.

It's mine.

I'm sick of taking the bus.

I'll buy you one.

When you win the lottery?

That's a sick thing to say.

I've never refused work.

You don't work, but you see to Steve,

housework, the garden, shopping...

It's not a problem.

It's a present from my dad.

It's no big deal.

It's not just a present.

He humiliated me in front of my son.

Keep it and I'm leaving.

I'm keeping it.

As you want.

Steve's pleased.

I'm pleased too.

It hurts me.

I don't want you to leave.

I love you.

Will you give it back?

No.

Dad, where are you going?

There's coffee if you want.

I thought you'd gone for good.

Silly bugger. As if I’d ever abandon you.

I know but I thought.

Thanks, Mum.

I'm glad to help, son.

They won't bury me with it.

No regrets?

Why would we have regrets?

We could buy a moped with that.

It's not just a moped now.

Okay. It's your decision.

They should fit in a sports bag.

Once you have them, dump the car.

In a spot without cameras.

You don't want to come?

We have a task each. I see to the car.

Let me come too.

No, he said "alone".

Otherwise, we won't even see him.

Come on, help me.

What time have you got?

Five to.

Yeah, me too. We meet at quarter past.

Spot on.

I don't want to hang around with the bag.

And if I'm not here when you get back, drive around the block.

Yes, sir!

Anybody here?

Is there anybody here?

Arsene, bloody hell!

- On your own? - Yeah, I’m on my own!

You had time to see that.

- Got the money? - Yes.

I'll be right there.

Cough it up.

- The guns? - Come over here.

And the ammo?

Who mentioned ammo?

For fuck's sake!

What can I do without ammo?

It's not my problem!

No one mentioned ammo.

I don't have any.

If you're not happy, we say goodbye here.

The deal's off.

I'll take them but I want a discount.

And a free bicycle too?

We had an agreement.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

What time do you call this?

The bus broke down!

Yeah, yeah, sure...

Okay?

Okay.

Here.

We've made dandelion ratatouille and I know nearly all my poem.

That's good.

Eating with us?

Yes.

No?

Yes. If you want.

Yes, then.

See you tomorrow, son.

See you, Dad.

What are you doing now?

You tell me.

I want you to stay.

Me too.

So stay since everyone wants you to.

Let's sort the scooter out.

How do you mean?

You can't keep it.

I can. Why not?

Don't you understand?

Understand what? You're being childish.

It's jealousy.

I'll keep it. It's mine and I need it.

I get an extra hour's sleep now.

But you'll soon have another.

I don't need another, I have one.

This is absurd.

Can't you be simple for once?

Come here...

Don't worry about it.

We'll buy all the scooters...

we want in a week.

How come?

No reason.

There's a reason.

You said "in a week". Why in a week?

What are you up to?

Nothing.

You're lying! I can tell.

You dickhead.

Tell him now.

We're doing a hold-up.

With Marc?

Yes.

You're mad.

Why? What do we stand to lose?

Could life be worse in prison?

What can we hope for?

What lies ahead? I don't mean time,

I mean experiences.

A reason to be happy to wake each day.

You won't find anything.

- I want in. - No way.

So I just wait for it to happen?

Start by going home.

It's not my home now.

It is.

Your wife and kid are there.

It's not a matter of trust.

You'll get your cut.

I let you do a hold-up, then take my cut?

Who do you think I am?

You shouldn't have told me!

Calm down.

We'll ask Marc.

You're a dickhead.

I know, you said.

It's worth saying it twice!

Fuck it!

Who the hell asked you anyway?

We're trying to sleep, moron!

Come down here and say that, asshole!

Come in.

What do you think?

Like the others.

I need to keep my big mouth shut!

You can't do this to me.

You're not going to leave me out of it.

That's the one.

It took us 20 minutes.

We'll try it at night once I'm on the day shift.

Well?

Sounds good.

We're ready.

Almost.

What's missing?

The bullets.

Anything else?

Nothing else.

We're ready then.

Why do I bother?

What's up? Got cold feet?

No, it's not that.

What?

I screwed up. I spilled the beans.

Patrick wants in.

Are you stupid?

He's over 18.

He knows what he needs to do.

So do I.

I don't want a family man in this.

We didn't agree.

We said we'd ask you.

It's too late.

You've said too much.

Bummer...

Don't worry.

Just give him time to get used to the idea.

Waiting for the bus?

You can't abandon us.

I can. It was a dumb idea anyhow,

but with you along, no way.

I don't want Steve seeing you in jail.

But he can see his dad humiliated

and not fight back?

Guys like you lack imagination.

What if things take a bad turn?

Thought about that?

Imagine Steve and Carole learning

you took hostages or shot people?

That you'll be inside for 20 years?

That's the minimum if you screw up.

And years last longer inside.

You can count the days.

In 20 years, Carole will have a new bloke.

And Steve will be your age now.

He'll be a man

with a kid or two of his own.

What'll you have taught him?

Or given him?

Nothing. Sod all.

He'll ask you that the day you get out

and you'll have shit for answers.

You'll see it in his eyes

and that humiliation will be even worse.

So we can't count on you?

Exactly.

Don't bother. Hand over the dough!

Very impressive.

From now on, my name's Bob.

Yes?

It's me. Patrick.

Don't train those things on me.

I bet they're loaded too.

No way.

They're not loaded, right?

That's something.

You saw him?

He won't change his mind.

What do we do?

What do you mean?

We do it without him.

We have a plan, guns and ammo!

We won't get another chance like this!

What's to stop us?

We're no thicker than the next guy.

Why would we chicken out?

See any reason to chicken out?

No.

So get ready to board!

Look at you two. You big kids!

How do they work?

No idea.

I'm a conscientious objector.

You're hopeless!

Ready for use.

It's not a toy anymore.

I don't know what he'll do.

He's at home now.

He looks after Steve during the day.

Maybe he'll stay now he's calmed down.

You have to keep him there.

You have to be patient and forgive him.

He has to stay with you.

I should forgive him to make him stay?

I manage fine without him.

Half the women at the factory live alone.

We're used to it.

Once you get pregnant or hit forty,

the blokes take off.

Not him.

I'm not forty yet.

Did he ask you to come?

No.

Why are you here, then?

I like you both. I like Steve.

I don't want to see you split up.

You're kind.

But I'm not sure I love him.

I'm not sure.

What'll you two do?

I don't know.

He'll do what he wants.

Tonight's the night.

Start again.

When are you coming back, Dad?

You miss me?

You bet.

Soon.

Go on.

"Brothers and men that shall after us be"

Pirmez!

Superintendent Magis?

Inspector Thomas here.

You don't want to eat?

Not hungry.

You should.

One last run-through?

No, we've done it 100 times already.

Use the hoods.

Disguises on the way there, then...

It's okay, Jean-Pierre!

You're going to put the wind up us.

We can still call it off.

Why?

No idea. But we can.

That's true, we can.

The tape's in the bag?

Yes.

You're sure?

Sure.

Want to check?

If you want.

I'd feel better.

Time to get going, lads.

Let's go.

A kiss for luck?

You must be joking!

See you later.

You remembered the tape?

C'mon, son, I checked.

I know, I was kidding.

Here...

The names are on them.

Just in case.

Perfect, gentlemen, we're all set.

Shut up!

Stay calm and it'll all be okay.

What do you want?

What do you think, dickhead?

I'll give you everything we have.

Money, my wife's jewels... Take it

and get out. That suit you?

Keep your jewels, the metal's what interests us.

What metal?

Cut it out.

The money from the scrap.

It's in the bank.

Don't lie.

We don't want to hurt anyone but it could happen.

So let's all try to make an effort.

You...

You'll go with my pal to get the dosh

and I’ll keep the lady company.

Once you get back, it'll be over.

Sound good?

It's not going to work.

You need two keys to open the safe.

Who has the other one?

My partner.

When does he arrive?

It depends. 6:30, 7...

So let's make a night of it.

Let's go.

Don't worry, missus.

You're safe with me.

See you later.

See you.

Stop.

Like we said, son.

Like we said.

How many guards?

One.

- Armed? - Yes.

Don't put your family at risk, okay?

I know.

How much is in the safe?

One million.

And in euros?

One million euros.

Get out this side.

How did it go?

They're not back?

No.

Let's get ready.

Bind their hands and feet.

Hands behind their backs.

Not too tight but tight enough. I'll check.

I have two other rolls of tape.

It's a hold-up. Play along.

They're holding Nadine and the kids.

Don't worry.

Put the money in his bag.

I'm leaving now.

Shit...

Morning, all! Mission accomplished.

I need a coffee.

I'll do a job like that anytime.

Where's Patrick?

Five, ten minutes. Tops.

You can go, you know.

I can manage till he gets here.

Calling all cars.

Robbery at the old blast furnace.

One guard killed.

Seeking white male, black moustache,

five six, probably wounded.

At the wheel of a black Mercedes 4x4.

The suspect is armed and dangerous.

Got him. He's in a block at Droixhe.

Pirmez is here too.

What's wrong, son?

What's wrong?

You'll be okay.

You'll be okay.

Let me see.

What have we done, guys?

I'm gonna croak.

Is the car outside?

Don't leave me alone, I'm scared.

Don't worry.

We'll get you to hospital.

Jean-Pierre, your chair.

Jean-Pierre.

There are 200 flats.

They don't know it's us.

We can hide everything.

What about Patrick?

We have to turn ourselves in.

The sooner, the better.

Marc, you weren't in on this.

Hide somewhere. We won't rat on you.

Yes, don't worry.

You won't go back to jail.

In the meantime

hide in the lift housing or somewhere.

This place is big.

Stay a few days, then vanish.

There's no reason.

No reason at all.

You stand a chance on your own.

What have you got to lose?

Pirmez, you hear me?

It's Superintendent Magis.

We know you're up there.

Don't make it worse.

It's bad enough already.

Turn your self in.

Pirmez, you hear me?

Cut the crap. You screwed up!

Come on, you know me.

You can trust me!

Turn yourself in, Pirmez!

Cut the crap now!

I'm not turning myself in.

You can go to hell.

We'll say you tried to stop us.

They'll believe that!

Why?

Seen my record?

Do the exact opposite.

You have to blame me.

I manipulated you.

I lured you with dreams.

Money, girls, the high life...

I swore there was no risk.

Blame it all on me. They'll believe it.

You'll get life.

I won't, I'm not turning myself in!

You have to. They'll kill you otherwise.

Jean-Pierre, tell him.

- Jean-Pierre... - He knows.

We need to move fast.

Okay.

Pirmez?

Where's Pirmez? You know a Pirmez?

Pirmez? No, I don't know.

Stand back!

It's stolen money!

Don't touch it! Don't pick it up!

It's stolen money!

Keep your hands off it!

Stand back!

Stop him.

Is that it?

Is playtime over?

Had a good laugh?

Stirred enough shit now?

Let's surrender, nice and easy.

I don't think so.

Not this time...

No more jail.

Never again.

Don't talk crap, son! Pirmez!

Pirmez, answer me!

The fucker's shot himself! Pirmez!

In your dreams.

You'll have to come and get me.

Okay, lads?

God, it hurts.

Pirmez! It's me.

Fuck you, Magis!

This won't get you anywhere.

Take a look around.

We have marksmen everywhere.

Think I hadn't noticed?

You didn't kill anyone.

We can work something out.

You think I'm stupid?

Listen, son I could be your father...

Shut it!

You're not my father!

Piss off, now. Piss off!

Get the message? Understand better?