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Get back!

Get out of here!

Get back!

Moussa! Moussa! Moussa!

Guys, get back!

Fall back, guys!

Get back!

William, what are you doing?

Give us Moussa back, you bastards!

Get back!

Get out of here! Get back!

-What the fuck is going on? -Go on, shoot.

Get out of here!

Pull back.

I said, get out of here!

Open the door!

What are you doing? Open the door!

-I don't wanna get killed. -Narcs, we have a casualty.

What do you think you're doing? Get away from here!

No, I'm backing off!

Tonio, open the door!

Fuck! Taz!

Open the door, Taz!

Motherfuckers! Son of a bitch!

What the hell are you playing at?

-What did you do? -Shut the fuck up!

-I almost got lynched! -I hope that taught you a lesson.

-You're insane! -We're in this shit because of you!

Moussa! Moussa!

If you hadn't arrested Moussa, we wouldn't be here.

The projects wouldn't be on fire.

And Fred wouldn't be lying there burning.

Fuck.

Yeah, this is on you.

The Source

Inès told me they let you out.

We're in deep shit.

The judge apparently has some serious evidence to nail Moussa.

I need your help. The guy from Lyon came to my apartment.

He knows that Moussa's in jail, he wants his cash.

I'll calm him down, I'll take care of it.

How are you gonna do that?

I told him I'd pay him back.

Why did you do that?

I didn't have a choice. He threatened me.

He breaks into my house, talks about Inès.

Don't you get it? He wants to bring us to our knees,

weaken us and join forces with the Benalis to take over the turf.

-You said it yourself! -He came to my apartment, Mom!

Since Moussa is in jail, we're vulnerable.

He's playing you.

I told him I'd pay him back. I need 500,000, and fast.

I don't have it.

What do you mean?

There have been no customers since the riots.

The kids think they're starting a revolution.

-Don't you have any cash? -No.

We haven't even paid the guys' salaries. I've got nothing.

So I'm supposed to pay it back myself?

I don't know.

We're in the same boat.

Yeah, only when it suits you.

Missed me?

I'm in deep shit.

What's wrong?

I need cash to pay off my brother's debts.

-What about your mom? -Forget about her.

What's that?

-Who did that to you? -Samir came by.

He says the cops followed you, so it's my fault Moussa's in the slammer.

Motherfucker.

I'm sorry.

I should never have come here.

You haven't changed at all, man.

Always apologizing.

And I still can't get mad at you.

-Son of a bitch! -Open up!

Is this your son, ma'am?

Are these your buddies? Come on.

Faggots! Fuck you!

Motherfuckers!

What are you doing with these guys? You're screwed!

Taz, what are you doing?

The key. I want to go in.

Go on, talk!

Taz, stop it!

I'm gonna kill you, you jerks!

-What are you doing? -You lost your mind?

-Let go of me! -What are you doing?

Can't you see? We're cleaning up your shit!

Get out of here!

You don't understand, just go.

Get out of here, William!

I spoke to the prosecutor. We're gonna set up a crisis unit.

We need to establish a link between young people and the police.

The guys are losing it. It's gonna end badly.

Right. We're on the case with the mayor.

If this continues, we'll call in the army.

-The army? -Yes. Now get back to work.

Are you sure?

We're reviewing the situation this evening with the governor.

Hey, Moussa.

Are you all right, bro?

-Yo, Abdel. -They busted you too.

That sucks. If you need me, I'm here.

Come on.

Is your brother okay?

And your family?

Ah, well, the old man... What can I say?

He's not doing so well. I can't go see him.

-Is he sick? -He's like the weather, so-so.

-Hey, Mourad. -Bye, Moussa.

-You need anything? Tranxene? -No, I'm good.

What do you want?

Son of a bitch!

-You psycho! -Go on, bro!

Go on! Motherfucker!

-Get up. -Kill him!

Métis says hello, you bastard.

-Careful. -Almost done.

-How much longer? -Stay still.

It's done.

Okay, it doesn't look too bad.

Thanks for the welcome.

Don't mention it. It's the least I could do.

Ten years is a long time.

I had nothing to do with that. It was my old man.

-Where is your old man? -You know very well.

Disappeared.

Things going well on your turf?

What do you want?

Half.

You'd do well in comedy.

-Comedy? -Yeah.

I was originally thinking 80.

You feel confident right now on your home ground.

I am strong.

Yeah, but you'll be out soon. It won't be the same.

Jebli.

That's the good Jebli, right?

That's okay.

Take some time, think about it.

Not during the fight, now.

Did you see what they did last night? They torched a car.

They wanted to torch another one.

You have to understand them.

If you got something to say, become a lawyer or a rapper.

-But stop fucking up our bus shelters. -You sound like Sarkozy.

How so?

Excuse me.

Stop talking like a victim.

Guys, I'm talking to you! Where's Stan?

What do you want with him?

You want revenge?

-I just wanna talk to him. -Go on.

He's finished. He's in the yard.

Come on, down, up, down!

Hey, the cop.

Aren't you with your colleagues, bludgeoning kids?

-You know people, right? -Where?

-Who's leading the riots? -Are you kidding me?

Why did you come to bust my balls?

You have to help me.

This slaughter has to stop.

You're a funny guy.

You bust the big boss who feeds everyone in the hood,

and now that the kids are trashing the place, you come to me?

That's not how it works, bro.

I just wanna do my job.

Your job?

You want me to do the same thing to you as last time?

You're a lot smarter than that.

You and I need to talk.

The riots are bad for us all.

Really?

Hang on, sorry.

Where the hell have you been?

-It's Victor's farewell party. -I totally forgot.

-Is your mom okay? -Yeah, she's fine.

Antoine is here. You can talk about your internship.

That's right, yeah.

-Hi, how are you? -Good.

-Yo, the hood's here. -Antoine de la Richardière.

I saw the news, man. Fuck, it's really bad in the burbs.

I always wondered why they set fire to their own homes.

You know what I mean.

-Hello. -Hi. Is Driss there?

They'd be better off going to Paris

instead of burning their schools. They're shooting themselves in the foot.

You're not wrong.

Driss? Come here.

Whatever makes you feel better.

Your buddies are here.

-Your apartment is slamming. -Hi.

-Hi, you okay? -I'm fine.

Mappy! Come on in.

Let's go in the kitchen. Come on.

Make yourself at home.

Go on, I'll catch up with you.

-What are they doing here? -I don't know.

-Did you tell them to come? -No, I didn't.

Ever since Moussa's been locked up, she's had problems with Samir.

Don't get your friends involved. I'll tell Moussa to calm his guys down.

Okay.

-Shall I tell them to leave? -No, you stay with them.

I'll handle these guys.

-Everything okay with Driss? -Yeah.

Why did you come here?

I know you're in trouble. What's the deal?

I owe too much money.

Why not ask those guys? They're all loaded.

Keep your voice down! I owe 500,000!

-Oh, fuck. -Remember Stan?

Don't talk to me about that madman.

Well, he's got plans to get some money. He's already done some hold-ups.

Lola, please, I don't wanna talk about hold-ups.

You got a better idea?

Are you being picky?

Why don't you come in the living room?

This side party's a bit lame.

Can you leave us a bottle so we can drink too?

-Thanks -Okay.

No need to be rude.

What are we doing here?

-Are you scared? -Don't be stupid.

Seriously? Is that him?

Let's go.

Come on.

What the hell?

You wanna bust them or not?

How did you get this meeting?

Through a guy I know at the gym.

What do you mean, a guy at the gym?

A guy who knows people.

What is this meeting? We're not on our turf here.

-Do you trust me? -You're out of control.

Okay, all good?

All good?

-Is he feeling better? -No.

-He's not better. -Oh, great, the cops are here.

Just what we needed.

Sarkozy, wow!

Please.

We've been waiting for 30 minutes.

These two police officers came here on their own initiative.

To try and find solutions.

I don't talk to murderers.

You can't talk to cops.

-We don't want to talk to you. -Sir.

We don't wanna talk to cops.

Good morning, everyone.

My name is William Granay, I'm a policeman.

Police everywhere, but justice nowhere!

-Exactly. -Do you know that?

Ma'am, I understand what you're saying.

I understand your anger because your children may be in custody.

Oh, really?

-Just do your job. -You have no experience.

What the hell do you know? You're barely out of the cradle!

-Please, let him talk. -You don't understand anything.

My son was hit by the riot police.

He's in hospital.

Stop taking it out on our kids. We've had enough.

Who's gonna pay for my son's hospital fees?

Your son is in the hospital because of the riots.

I came here to find a solution to stop these riots.

Then why don't you lead by example?

Don't respond to violence with violence.

We can't let the rioters have their way or there'll be chaos.

You're the one causing the chaos.

Stop... Please.

Whatever your opinion might be,

the police have the right to use force in such situations.

That's the way it is.

If your children get violent, they'll end up in jail.

My colleagues and I risk only one thing:

Being decorated.

-By Sarkozy. -Please!

He's right.

My car was torched, and I can't go to work anymore.

We're fed up. You don't live here.

You don't live here.

How can we talk if we're all shouting?

Can we lower our voices, please?

Have you heard about what's happening in Montfermeil?

Militias are mercilessly beating up young people.

-The same as here. -We have to do all we can to avoid that.

What do you expect from us?

I only ask that you keep your children at home at night.

-You want us to lock them up? -Great idea.

We gotta cuff them at home?

So it's our fault now?

That's not what I said.

You're saying we should keep them on a leash, like dogs.

-That's not what I said. -Yes, you did.

If you have any information on the leaders of the riots,

we'd like to hear from you.

He wants us to snitch.

It's not snitching, sir.

It's squealing.

It's not squealing, ma'am.

You want us to do your job for you.

You're investigators. We're not gonna report our sons.

Sir, we need to help each other out of this situation.

It's a mutual exchange.

If the investigation moves forward, then we'll have peace.

-Never! -It's squealing!

That's where the kids hang out. They're there every night.

Put the squeeze on them, teach them a lesson, but no arrests.

You have my word.

Great.

Lola says you need some cash quickly.

How far are you willing to go for it?

I'll do whatever it takes.

Okay.

I might have something for you. A piggy bank.

It's gonna be 50-50.

What's the plan?

I got hold of this car. We replate it and use it for the getaway.

-Here you are. -Mirko.

What's up?

-What brings you here? -I need some tools.

What kind?

-What do you have? -All the usual.

Look. Grenades, Uzis, Mini Uzis, MP5s.

Anything you need.

No, it's not that kind of a job. It's gonna be low-key, in and out.

Since when do you do low-key?

Times are changing.

Is that why you're working with a new guy?

If he's with me, he's trustworthy.

-Don't worry. -If you say so.

Hey, you, new guy. Never touch a gun without gloves.

It's yours now. Give it a try. Have fun.

Go on.

Bullseye.

Hey!

What?

Where's Julien de Sevran?

In D3, bro!

I'm here, bro!

Julien, are you okay?

-Is that Moussa? -Yes.

Good to hear your voice, bro. I'm here.

I need a phone urgently.

Meet me at the gym, okay?

Got it.

Fuck, Moussa, the family's here.

Yo, Moussa, my brother.

There he is! Julien!

-How's it going, bro? -Fine.

Did Métis's guys do that to you?

Yeah, they got me, but don't worry.

-Shall we rough him up? -No, I've talked to him.

We'll make him scratch a little. He'll relax.

We owe him one for my old man.

We'll organize a nice welcoming party for when he gets out.

He'll be out in two days.

Call Samir, get him on a go-fast.

I'll let you handle it?

A guy in my cell has a phone. I'll take care of it.

When we get out of here, you have my word. We'll both go to Ourika.

-Okay? We'll have fun. -I can already smell the weed from here.

Ourika is old-school, bro.

Go on, push. When we get out, we'll be ripped.

Yeah! Carry on, bro.

-Hey! What are you doing? -Let go of me!

What do you want? You motherfucker, what are you doing?

Let go of me! Stop!

Let go of him!

-Shut the fuck up! -Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Get off! Let go of him!

-Motherfucker! -Métis, what are you playing at?

-Métis, what do you want? -Let go of me!

What's wrong with you? What do you want?

What do you want? Tell me!

-What do you want? -Your hand, motherfucker.

Stop it.

-You're fucking crazy! -Stop this shit! Stop!

Stop. That's enough.

Stop...

Let go of me!

Have you thought it over?

CONVENIENCE STORE

This is where we'll do it. See the grocery store behind there?

What's your plan?

The Benalis launder their dough there.

They've got a guy who goes from Paris to Tunis.

-The Benalis from Saint-Denis? -Exactly.

You're well-informed.

The grocer is their cousin.

-When do we do it? -Tonight.

-Why tonight? -It's Friday.

They'll have the week's takings. It has to be tonight.

How do we do it?

It's simple.

One of us goes in to buy something.

When he comes out, he blocks the shutters.

We go in, do what we have to, and leave.

-How many people are in there? -He's all alone.

A little chibani wearing a beret. Harmless.

Don't worry.

I'll handle the shutters.

Are you sure?

Someone's gotta do it.

You come with me, he'll be the look-out.

Mappy? Stay outside.

Relax, guys.

I'm warning you, if this goes south, you're dead.

William to all units. They're downstairs, about five of them.

Go.

I was there, stop...

If that doesn't blow them up, we got a problem.

Police! Freeze!

On the ground!

Get down. Don't move.

Don't move! On the ground!

-Son of a bitch! -Shut up.

Shut the fuck up!

-Don't play tough! -Are you gonna shut it?

Oh, shit.

Shut your mouth!

Why didn't Zuckerman come?

I told your brother I'd talk to you.

Your guys are screwing things up, Moussa.

I don't want Driss involved.

Then get me out of here.

We don't have access to your file.

I don't know what they have on you.

-The OCRTIS guys are pros. -I don't care.

Listen to me carefully.

You're gonna fax the judge a request for my release.

If he doesn't respond within 24 hours, that's a procedural flaw.

Of course he'll respond.

He's working flat out.

Unless you go in and swipe the fax before he can respond.

The date of dispatch will show that he didn't respond in time.

Then you can get me out.

That's a twisted plan.

It'll never work, Moussa.

That's how Bouchareb got out two years ago.

If his lawyer could do it, so can you.

Do you realize what you're asking of me?

I don't think you understand.

Who do you owe your career to?

Answer me!

I'm the one who pays your salary at Zuckerman's firm.

I own you. So you're gonna do as I say.

I won't do it, Moussa.

William!

William! There he is!

SUBURBAN COP

William! William! William!

Go on!

Hurry up or I'll keep it for myself.

Come on, man.

Listen up! Now I'm part of the group!

Guys!

In the "Hood Cop" family I'd like the son!

William! William! William!

Look!

The biggest seizure of Molotov cocktails in the region.

-Two guys and a pair of handcuffs? -Well, yes.

He almost got burnt like a roast chicken.

It's true, I was a bit scared, I admit it.

No hard feelings?

Now that's what we like!

Bro, it was lucky you were there. Really.

Lucky? What are you talking about, man?

Being a cop isn't something you do on your own.

Come on!

Okay, here.

You take care of the manager,

I'll get the dough and the tapes, then we're out.

What tapes?

From the security cameras.

You didn't mention it before. What is this?

Is there a problem?

If there is, let's stop right here.

Okay, fine. Let's do it.

Hi, are you open?

-Yes. What do you want? -A can, please.

Thanks.

Where's the cash?!

What are you saying?

The money!

-Where's the money? -In the cash register.

Don't fuck with me, you're with the Benalis!

Where's the Benalis' money?

I only have the money in the box there.

Okay.

Let me see. What is that?

Look at that. It's coke.

What have you done?!

Wait, Driss! Where's he hit?

Here, bro.

Wait! We have to stop the bleeding.

Fuck!

Here. Hold it tight.

Lift his leg up.

-What did you do?! -Keep the fucking pressure on.

It's no use.

Press.

He's bleeding heavily.

-Get up. -Keep the pressure on.

-Help me. -It's pointless!

He's stopped bleeding.

-Driss, get up, it's too late! -He's stopped bleeding.

Let's get out of here! Stop acting crazy.

-Let go of me, damn it! -We have to get the fuck out of here!

The cops will be here soon, let's go!

Come on. Let's clean up and get out!

Driss, come on!

Hurry up, we're outta here!

Fuck, he's dead.

We've got that over with, let's go.

What do we do with that shit? You said there'd be cash.

It is cash.

Even more than we thought.

Fuck, guys, we forgot the tapes!

What the fuck?

We have to go back.

You're insane. I'm not going back there after that.

Our faces are all over the cameras!

We have to get rid of the tapes.

It's up to you. You handle it.

Hello?

You little bastard, can you hear me? Why's it so loud there?

Yeah, dude, what do you want?

I'm at a club.

Are you drunk? You sound weird.

What's going on? Are you playing cop?

I need a favor.

Go on, I'm listening.

My little brother's robbed the local convenience store.

I'll check tomorrow, see if there's been a complaint.

No, you don't get it.

You gotta get the tapes back tonight.

Bro, that's gonna be tricky. I don't think I can do it.

What do you mean?

Don't forget that you're the king of club thanks to me.

Just handle it for me, please.

I'll text you the address.

You're home late.

Sorry I woke you.

I saw your brother today.

He's crazy. He asked me to fabricate a procedural violation.

Never do anything illegal for my family.

Promise me.

I promise.

I love you.

I don't know how much this is worth.

That's a lot of money.

And we haven't even broken it down yet.

If we sell it, we'll make a million. Easy.

I just wanna pay that guy back.

No problem. We'll just divide it, like we were gonna do with the money.

-The Benalis' mark needs to be removed. -That's easy.

Thanks, guys.

There's enough in there to pay you back.

How's it going with the Benalis?

I thought you weren't in business.

I just wanted to know.

Your brother has the best shit and he thinks that's enough.

But the Benalis are hungry.

And they'll get bigger.

If they steal your turf, you'll be a nobody.

There's enough coke to pay back the debt.

That wasn't our deal.

It's more than what my brother owed.

And I have a proposition for you.

A meeting.

Between my mother and the Benalis.

Just to calm things down,

so they share the business amicably.

My mother's too old for this crap.

You're a good son.

-What's in it for me? -Transportation.

You pick up the gear in Spain and you handle it yourself.

Will you introduce me to your uncles?

Don't push it.

So?

Okay, I'll talk to the Benalis.

But on one condition:

You sell the coke yourself.

It's filth. I don't touch it.

And yet, it's the future.

Not for me.

Okay.

He doesn't want it.

Let's move to plan B.

We'll get all of Paris to buy it, bro.

What's the complaint you wish to make, ma'am?

Was anything stolen from the grocery store?

The shutters were open this morning.

And he didn't come home last night.

I'm not leaving until you file my complaint.

Ma'am, file a complaint against what?

Your husband's only been missing since last night.

We can't start a search yet. It doesn't work like that.

What do you mean, it doesn't work like that?

Have you called your husband? Maybe he's already home.

I've been calling him all night. It goes straight to voicemail.

Maybe it's a problem with the phone.

Creative Supervisor Jennifer Weiser