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PARIS PRESTIGE

Thanks.

Thanks a lot. See you soon.

I'm going to Nas's bar.

See you later, then.

Cognac?

Think I'm a boozer?

C'mon, have a drink.

- A schmoozer? - A boozer.

Cheers, bro.

I've got some.

Cheers.

Here's to you.

Go for it!

Hey, how's it going?

Drink, Bak?

- I'll have a Cognac, not a Coke! - Maybe you're tired?

Never too tired for a drink! Does he want to rip me off?

That's ours.

That's Arezki's special reserve!

OK, but I want some olives.

Over there.

There's just some old lettuce.

That's no good.

There's nothing to eat here.

Is there no music in this bar?

I'm drinking Coke.

Not when I'm on duty.

Two dicks are at the beach. One gets up and goes...

"Watch the bags while I go swimming."

This is on me.

Cut it out!

Give me a drink.

About time!

What size shoes?

Hassen wears size 10s.

Your toes are huge!

Don't make fun of people's feet.

Your foot's a heel and long toes!

Like X-Men!

Like my dick!

Multi-purpose!

Shame on you. Stop being such kids.

We're just teasing you.

Don't poke fun at people's toes.

Not the toes.

Anything but the toes!

You must swim real fast!

What jokers!

Shut your hole!

- Look, he tripped. - All by himself.

This is shit.

He stopped the ball and fell.

He's a low-cost Brazilian!

Harsh!

OK, I gotta go.

Where to?

Where are you going, Nas?

- Where to? - I gotta be somewhere.

Get me some smokes.

The store's next door.

- I think it's shut. - OK. See you.

I'm coming back.

500 on Evian to win. Can you place the bet?

No problem.

It's OK, I trust you.

You're throwing it away. They're losing big time.

- It's 8 to 1. - You'll see.

Whatever.

They did it!

I should've put a bet on, tonight.

Yeah, me too.

His pockets are sewn up!

Shut up, bro!

You spilled beer on the fuckin' peanuts!

Look, I'm drinking like a pig!

Arezki, give me a token for the restroom.

Here.

Nas is so slow, I should've got a nicotine patch!

I'd lick her legs!

But she's got no ass. Pity!

No ass.

- I'm horny. - What?

- Huh? - Seen your face?

Get the fuck outta here.

Constantine, get rid of this bum. He's acting tough.

Get out!

Beat it!

What a big man!

Don't come back, asshole!

- You idiot! - I don't care!

Why did you speak to her?

You fuckin' jerk!

Hello, Christina, it's me...

Still the same message.

I got out a week ago and...

and I miss you.

Please call me back.

Love you. Bye.

If your pal Brahim comes back, I'll stamp on his face.

- Where are my buddies? - Oh, you're here.

- I'm getting rid of the TV. - What?

No more matches.

And your shithead pals are barred.

My friends buy their drinks. What's the problem?

- Do they? - Yeah.

Bullshit!

And where have you been?

You're on probation 'cause I hired you.

- If not, you go back in the slammer. - Oh, right.

Lock up after you, Constantine. I've had enough.

Be here on time tomorrow: 3 o'clock.

It's my day off. This is my bar.

Go home, Nasser.

This is my place.

We've had enough.

He can go fuck himself. He thinks he's my jailer.

Motherfucker!

It's my bar.

Hello.

Just a sec.

Go on.

I need your help.

I keep getting her voicemail.

Maybe because when she visited me in prison,

I was a bit aggressive.

I wanted her to go see my aunt Hassiba

to tell her that the cops wouldn't search her place again.

Maybe she took it badly...

- It's not about your aunt... - You know what jail's like.

Gotta keep focused.

Christina was your girl.

Why "was"?

- Whatever. - I did it for her.

For her rent, her studies, and stuff.

Sonia...

I spent most of my time inside, working.

I wrote her letters from my cell. I didn't even expect any replies.

When I got out, I just wanted to see her.

She's left France.

She's in London.

Where? I'll jump in the Eurostar...

She's met a guy.

Is that the best excuse you could find?

- I'm not in the mood. - Tell me the truth.

She's pregnant.

I'm sorry.

- Bull... - I wasn't supposed to tell you.

It all went very fast. I didn't think it'd last.

I'm sorry, Nas. You gotta move on.

Don't let it get to you. Move on.

- I got work to do. - Sorry to bother you.

Thanks for your honesty.

You take care.

Don't worry.

Excuse me.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

You OK?

- And you? - Great.

Good. Come on in.

So?

It's been crazy. Whores a go go.

Russian dolls, Africans, Moldavians...

Hello.

Great, thanks.

Goodbye.

Come along some time.

I spoke to Toto.

His best price is 5 grand.

Not on Arezki's pay...

Don't come begging, man.

Do you think the guy does it all on his own?

Alright.

You get an address in Italy, a contract with a tour operator,

then, a real Schengen passport.

Not an African passport!

- Paradise comes at a high price. - Listen...

2 months later, you sign the papers and resign.

See? You resign and go your separate ways.

OK, thanks. I'll let you know asap.

I don't deal with him normally. This is for you, so be quick.

- I will. - OK.

I know you're a decent guy. Bye for now.

OK, guys?

He's reading the labels.

This ain't a library!

Buy and get out.

The Mitterrand Library's not far.

Lost, lost. Where is it? It's here.

Lost, lost. Where's the white?

100 to win 200.

- 50 for me. - No problem.

To win 100.

Buy me a drink when you win.

- 100 for you? - Yeah.

Are you in?

- Well... - Wait.

Wait a minute.

Did she say yes or no?

- You're betting 50? - Go on, dear.

- Here or here? - There.

Turn it over... No, it's here.

He said it was there.

- Cops! - Oh, my wife's here.

I'll give you the Champions League!

- Seen my brother? - No.

He's gonna get my foot up his ass!

Listen, Toto has a plan.

5 grand for an Italian Schengen passport.

6-month residence permits are a pain.

- For real? - It's the real deal.

Don't ask me for the cash.

Look, I bust my ass for your bar.

I'm always here when there's trouble.

I've been here for 15 years,

And you?

Is it thanks to you that people respect me?

Cuz, don't talk...

- Don't "cuz" me. - I respect you.

Your permit expires in 2 months' time? OK, here...

Fit this bolt, then put the chairs out.

Move your ass. I don't hire illegals!

He should calm down...

OK, guys?

Yeah, you?

Wanna drive, Nas?

You bet I do.

Here comes trouble...

Which way?

Straight ahead.

OK, then a bit further on, along the river bank?

- Yeah. - Not the beltway?

You don't know the way?

Forget the beltway.

- Really? - Take the boulevard.

- Boulevard Magenta? - Yeah.

So, what about your brother?

Screw him. He thinks I'm his bitch.

He makes me work...

He gave me a contract for my parole officer.

He thinks it's solid gold.

Well, I'm pissed off at him for what his shitty bouncer did.

- Yeah, I know. - I wanna fuck him up.

When I got home, I couldn't sleep.

They say "Sleep on it". Horseshit!

I wanted to go back and waste that fat fucker.

I swallowed my pride 'cause of you, man.

I'm not some kid,

know what I mean?

I know, but forget it.

It's just 'cause it's you and you're a pal, see?

But your brother's not my pal, right?

- I know... - Screw his bouncer!

- Forget it. - It's 'cause it's you.

Normally I'd rearrange your face.

- You'd be ancient history. - Brahim, I understand your position.

But I just did 2 years in the can. I don't wanna go back inside.

Give me time. It's my first taste of freedom.

I do 2 years on one leg, Nas.

What's 2 years? Nothing.

With reduced sentencing, you get out after 10 months.

Know what I mean, Bak?

So, what are we doing tonight? Where are we going?

- To Ayoub's club. - Who?

He calls himself Diom�de now. He's forgotten his pals.

Look, it's your problem, pal.

OK. I can't hear you.

Fuck!

Dirty bitch...

Hey, beautiful.

No limit, non stop.

Good evening.

'Evening.

- Hey, you OK? - Yeah, you?

Oh, fuck! Nas!

I haven't seen you in ages.

You've lost weight.

Hello, miss.

My pal, Nas.

I'm borrowing him for a minute.

Let's talk.

- You OK? - Yeah, bro.

There's a great atmosphere.

I work here now. I left that other shithole.

Let's sit down.

I'll give you my best table.

Sit at the back, guys.

Sarah!

Magnum, non stop, no limit!

Diom�de, meet the twins.

Twins?

Yeah, the twins.

Well, welcome.

It's crazy.

You've lost weight, your hair's longer.

Yeah, I take care of myself.

I got out a few days ago. It's going well.

I got a bar in Pigalle. I'm working.

A bar in Pigalle? That's good. I'll look you up.

Yeah, don't forget this time.

Look, I swear,

ask Nono on the door.

I did everything to get your address in jail.

I kept asking him and he forgot.

Nono forgot?

Yeah.

On my kid's life, I kept asking him...

Leave your kid out of this, OK?

- Well, I'm pleased to see you. - Me too.

He kept asking for my address, and Nono forgot.

He asked Nono, and Nono forgot.

Alzheimer's!

Nono has a lot on his mind: people coming in, people going out!

So, he forgets that.

Only natural. It's Nono's fault.

But you thought about me. I'm glad.

Let me embrace you.

Hey, I'm gonna organize parties.

Like here, but in Pigalle.

- Pigalle? - Yeah, it's a good location.

It's not the same here, see?

The clientele is a bit different.

I got away from all that shit.

What's your problem?

Are we not good enough?

If so, you won't be organizing any more parties.

I like it here, but there's a lot of fabric.

- I got a partner... - It could burn so easily.

Don't...

Are you sure it's all fire-retardant material?

OK, OK, stop it, Nas.

- Problem, Diom�de? - No problem.

What do you want? Beat it!

Keep still... And you, beat it.

Good to see you. Want a drink?

No, thanks. It's on me.

It's on you, and you won't drink with us.

Here you are.

Won't you drink to my health?

- Sure. - Well, then...

Gotta drink to old times.

I can't just join you, 'cause I've got a partner.

I'm not on my own, see?

Let's discuss it later.

You come see me tomorrow.

We'll talk it over, OK?

As friends.

We'll see what we can do.

Look after your party. See you tomorrow.

Drinks are on you.

Hey, no limit!

Look at these chicks, guys.

Let's have some fun.

He said it's on the house.

As for Nono...

He's on the door, it's his fault!

When he talks, you can see right through him.

I want to smash his face in.

We'll work on him.

Anyway...

- Think of other things. - Cheers, pal.

Where's Hassen?

He's hunting pussy.

Look. He doesn't know us anymore!

Bring me the naked one.

Bet she jumps like a low rider!

A sight for sore eyes!

I'm going over. There's too many chicks.

- Go on. - I'll bring some back.

Yeah, do that.

Crack open the champagne!

We're right at home.

Come on, girls.

What's this?

Sit down, ladies.

Come and sit down.

Is that all there is? Where's the magnum?

Hey, bring us some glasses.

We're right at home.

Let go!

I'll cut your finger off. Call your buddy.

Call him!

Scram.

If I see you again, I'll put out your eye!

Be careful.

Thank you.

That's my pay slip.

The payment of the fine.

I need the shrink's letter, too.

You should get it tomorrow by certified mail.

I don't say much to her.

You still gotta go.

It's just a matter of form.

OK, that's fine.

I'm seeing the judge next week.

How's it going with your brother?

OK. I serve beer behind the bar.

I drink the odd one.

It's a blast!

OK, I'll keep you posted.

Alright.

Have a good weekend.

You look tired.

Is he settling in?

He comes in to work.

It's not a vocation.

But he does what I ask.

He has to last 6 months.

Think he's seeing his old pals?

No.

You gotta tell me

if he goes off the rails.

I gave him a job.

The rest is up to him.

I'm not his keeper.

I shouldn't screw his employer either!

He doesn't know?

Everyone knows!

Don't be like that.

I got work to do.

I'm tired.

I've had a bellyful.

Why?

We handle hundreds of cases. It's crazy.

I run to stand still.

My best colleague

messed up. The guy reoffended.

Everyone's on his back.

It sucks.

And I hate us having to hide.

What time is it?

6.45.

- Gotta go. - Where to?

My daughter's at her dad's.

Want a lift?

- Want a lift? - No.

Bye, hon.

Young bride with a gracious neck

Do you want pearls

or do you want money?

Do you want pearls

or do you want money?

I don't want pearls

I don't want money

I don't want pearls

I don't want money

But I do want a husband

A husband with a big cigar!

Go on, go on.

What?

Where are you? The store's closed.

Don't fuck with me.

The business is dead in the water.

We'll bounce back. But the neighborhood's changed.

I walked up Rue Fontaine

behind the Folies Berg�re.

I'd say 8 out of 10 bars

have become hipster bars

and shitty soup bars.

It's all changed. They buy my stuff.

Kids from the hood can't afford to buy these sneakers.

It's dead, pal.

It's theirs now.

They buy 'em on the net now.

Look who's here.

Diom�de, you brought your balls today?

You're making jokes? Very funny.

Lucr�ce - Nas.

Hey.

Hey there.

Lucr�ce - Bak.

Here's how it goes. Lucr�ce is my partner.

He's organizing my parties.

So, I'll give you a hand...

Are you telling me what to do?

- Are you? - I'm telling you how I work.

How long do you intend to play with people's money?

- What? - Give me some idea.

You're crazy. Did I ask you for money?

Did I? I've always worked alone.

- Oh, really? - Really.

Let me refresh your memory.

Remember when we protected you when you got extorted?

You treated us right, then. Huh, Bak?

- He's got amnesia. - Good times.

Too right.

Why did it end?

While I was in prison, you never got in touch.

Forget me?

Do you owe him money?

I don't owe him a thing.

- Forget it... - Can't we talk?

Well, I don't know you.

I don't know where you're from.

Lucr�ce.

I finance Diom�de's parties. I'm in Paris now.

I organize parties in Miami, Dubai...

My sponsors are Maybach, Puma,

Cristal...

I'm interested.

I have a bar not far from here.

- What about my place? - Shut your mouth.

Go have a look at the shoes.

So, I have a bar 200 yards from here.

On Boulevard de Clichy.

Real close to the Moulin Rouge.

The line for the Moulin Rouge goes past my place.

How big is it?

Bak, how big is it?

- 1,300 square feet. - That's about right.

1,300?

I want to organize DJ nights to bring in more people.

Showcases are better.

Who of?

Yanks who come through Paris.

That costs an arm and a leg.

I don't have time to go after them.

- OK... - Just a sec.

I'll finance your first party.

We split the profits 50-50, OK?

It's flexible.

Well, let me think it over.

Go ahead.

Here's my card.

- That's the easiest way. - OK.

Lucr�ce.

The papers are in my brother's name.

It's ours, but just 'cause of...

My number's on it.

OK, I'll be in touch.

What was that 3-piece suit?!

I thought Don King was a joke at first.

Look at his website. It sounds impressive.

He looked like a con man, to start with.

- But it's classy. - Yeah.

1,300 square feet, you said!

- More or less. - Yeah, less is more!

His eyes were popping out of his head!

Diom�de was outta the picture.

I asked you to come,

so the sonovabitch could see I had a partner.

You turn on the charm to invest in his shitty bar.

I look like a fuckin' joker.

You wanted me to defend you

and pin him to the wall? Think I'm your bodyguard?

Look, that guy is trouble. He's a fuckin' bitch.

He's gonna bust our balls and fuck with our heads.

- Did you sign a contract with him? - No way.

You don't protect yourself legally. We work well, 'cause it's crystal-clear.

What makes you think I work with him?

He won't respect a thing. He'll screw you.

He's in the gutter, he's the dregs.

I won't set foot in his shitty parties.

- Screw that! - You just need a good lawyer.

What're you talking about?

It's not written "Police" all over my face.

How do I get the passports? One at a time.

You take a cut.

- Don't bug me. - I know.

- I'm 2 grand down. - Right.

So?

Toto does biometric passports for 5 grand.

And?

I can't say it's 7 grand,

'cause Toto got busted and I need a cut.

I have 2 passports left.

If I haven't heard by next week...

we stop all this.

Come on...

I'm tired. I need to sleep.

Beat it.

Toto got busted.

Wasn't he in Italy?

I thought so, too.

But the sonovabitch was working here with Africans.

They seized the computers, the lot. 80 passports!

I've got something better.

- Oh, yeah? - Listen to this.

100% legit French papers.

Oh, yeah? Are they Schengen papers?

Wait...

Same price, 5 grand. You just change your name.

You're offering fake ID? Think I'm a sucker?

What're you talking about?

You get French papers. You just have to change your name.

I know that scam. I'm not fresh off the boat.

I'm gonna tell you something calmly and politely, OK?

You got the wrong guy.

I'm gonna smash your face in. Listen...

- Calm... - Look at me!

I'll stick you in your crappy store and I'll torch it.

I swear to God, I don't give a shit.

Get my passport or I'll burn it down!

Shove your bullshit! Call yourself a good guy?

Fuck you and your mother!

The inventory's done.

I've sorted everything. I've cleaned the cellar and the yard.

The new shakers have arrived.

I washed the juicers by hand, 'cause we're out of dishwasher tabs.

Gotta put them on the list.

And I need the bar one night.

Oh, yeah?

It's sorted.

I'll get Constantine to bring in extra security.

But I keep the tickets and the drinks money.

Want some pocket money, too?

It's an investment for the bar's image. Only natural I get a cut.

So?

So, nothing.

No parties or matches on TV.

Forget it.

Do you forget the 50 grand I gave you, too?

You've no shame. It stank of powder.

What's wrong with it? I did my time

while you were going around, acting all proud.

So, don't bite the hand that feeds.

What about the guarantee I give the judge?

- I pay you, too. - You pay me?

A minimum wage temporary job! Is that how you'll repay me?

- Is your name on the deeds? - This place is mine, too.

- The conversation's closed. - No!

Think I'll spend my life in your crappy cellar

and serving beer to Spanish tourists?

Think again, pal.

You talk about keeping promises?

Didn't you promise to be my guardian?

You abandoned me at Aunt Hassiba's, remember?

You little prick.

You don't have a clue.

I worked my ass off to send her money to look after you.

I had to grin and bear it, I slaved...

I'll start crying!

You fuckin' asshole! You wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes.

Do your party.

But at 1.45, Constantine throws everyone out.

I won't be closed down 'cause of your bullshit, understand?

But there won't be another. On our mother's grave!

There'll be as many as I say. It's my place, too. Give me the keys.

The keys.

Go out the back.

Fuckin' jerk!

I'm not renewing your contract. The judge is your problem.

'Evening.

40 euros.

There you are.

- Your card's blocked. - What?

Your card's blocked.

My card's blocked.

Lend me 50.

I'll see what I have.

- Need more? - No, it's OK.

Thanks, pal.

Thank you, sir.

- Thanks. - 'Night.

- Bye now. - Bye, sir.

Sign here, please.

Hey, boss.

Do the turntables come with styluses?

Yes, they're in the flight case.

Great, thanks.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

We close at 2 on the dot. Security to stop it getting out of hand.

- Hey, this is Pigalle. - I know.

What about your brother?

He's had enough. He wants to live in the country.

Can't we use his contacts?

His only contact is with the beer tap!

Careful...

Still working at his bar?

It belongs to both of us. We're partners.

He owes me, so he signs my probation papers,

but it's only temporary.

It's you and me now.

Let's see how this first party goes. If it goes well,

we'll make a packet, bro.

Hey, pal.

Good to see you.

I tried to phone your brother. Is he OK?

They transferred him.

But he's coming out on parole.

- So, he'll be out soon. - Hope so.

That's good news. I was getting worried.

- How about a photo? - Sure.

- Hey, Constantine... - OK, bro?

Good to see you.

I'll put you somewhere quieter.

Right here.

This table's for you.

Make yourselves comfortable.

Hey, Lucr�ce.

- Alright? - Yeah, good.

These are my friends.

Hi. I'm pleased you came.

Make yourself at home.

Problem?

Nas, you ask me to pole-dance, but she's doing it. It's not right.

Sorry, I won't give up half my pay for you.

Listen, girls...

You can't both dance on the same pole.

So, you're gonna dance on the bar or wherever.

- How much do you want? - 300.

Alright.

Keep smiling!

Hey...

What're you doing?

I've not done a thing. Take it easy.

What's the problem?

What's the problem?

What're you doing?

- Where's the cash? - I'm a pal of Arezki's.

Stop busting my balls.

What the...

What's that?

Scram!

I don't wanna see you again!

I can't stand him anymore.

I just can't.

I won't renew his contract.

- I won't renew it. - What?

- He shits all over me. - You won't renew his contract?

- I won't renew it. - What?

- Enough. - You're joking?

No, I swear I'm not.

You know what that means?

That means he goes back inside, I'm in the shit with my superiors.

"I won't renew his contract"?!

- Margot... - What?

He'll find a...

No, he won't. That's not certain.

That's what you think, but maybe it won't happen.

What'll happen is, you're gonna hold on for 6 months.

I don't want to. I've stood him for 15 years.

I can't do it anymore. I'll explode, I'll...

You can't hold on for 6 months, regardless of me?

15 years plus 6 months is the last straw.

I'll explode! I want other things in life.

- I want to go south... - Go south?

Go south!

You'll send him back to jail, 'cause you wanna go south?

Can't I think of myself?

Can't I?

Do I have to act like my brother is my son?

He's not my son.

I want something else out of life. I'm sick of Paris.

The neon lights, the bars, the creeps...

The bums who piss everywhere... I've had enough.

I'm tired. I want more out of life.

- Aren't you? - Yeah, I'm tired, too.

The mountains are 30 minutes away, the sea is 20 minutes away.

You can go cycling.

We can buy a rental house, do it up nicely.

You've got it all figured out!

15 or so guests...

I can do the cooking.

Local produce...

I'll look after you.

That sounds a great idea in 6 months' time.

6 months.

Hey, man, I got great CDs, DVDs, mix tapes...

Hey, I got great CDs, DVDs...

Take this. It'll sound great in the store.

People will love it.

There's no-one here. I'm running late.

Thanks, man.

I got CDs and DVDs.

Hey, guys, CDs and DVDs.

I got great mix tapes.

Hey, girls, I got great CDs.

Hey, CDs and DVDs.

I got all the latest tracks.

I got the latest rap, old school,

music from Nigeria, Ghana, Senegal...

I got the latest mix tapes.

These boubous are from Addis Abeba.

- Cool. - Made in Ethiopia.

How much are they?

Usually 35 euros, but to you, 20.

OK, I'll take it.

- It's all sewn. - I'll take it.

Have a look.

OK, thanks.

- Thomas Sankara T-shirts. - Show me.

I got shirts, bags...

Which one?

Let me see if I have any left.

I got Muhammad Ali, too.

OK. I ordered Thomas Sankara last time, so keep one for me.

I don't have any large sizes on me.

But if you like, I'll get you one.

Bring me a "Thomas Sankara: 2 meals a day", OK?

That's good of you, bro. Thanks.

Say hi to your brother.

Hope to see you in Senegal.

Sure, I'll be there this summer.

- Sorry, my friend. - I got 30 minutes.

OK, thank you.

Same as usual?

Yeah, neat lines.

Alright, thank you.

You gotta send money to people in Africa...

I know what you mean.

Hello.

Sorry I'm late. I tried to call you.

I was on voicemail. Are you in a rush?

I gotta go see Bak.

So?

I checked. We made a profit.

Really?

It was a great night.

No problems on the door.

Gotta think about the next one.

I want regular events. I won't invest if it's not legit.

Meaning?

You want a share of the bar?

I can't give a share that isn't mine.

On paper, the bar is my brother's.

In France, when you make money, people start asking questions.

What do you mean?

I can't ask my brother to sell his share so I can sell them on.

Want me to pay you by check or transfer?

Want an invoice, too?

I want ready cash.

Gotta go. Bak's waiting.

Where do we meet?

7 PM at Blanche. Don't forget.

See you later.

Margot, it's me.

I just closed.

I'll just go home and get changed.

See you at 8 at the restaurant?

OK, bye, hon.

Lease for sale

It's OK, pal.

It's only business. We'll bounce back.

I'll find you the money

and we'll start again.

I don't want the hassle.

I'll ask Lucr�ce. I'm sure he'll lend me the money.

Who do you think he is?

Bill Gates?

He invests in profitable ventures. I'm going bust.

Did he pay you, by the way?

That's for you.

Well done, pal.

Lucr�ce made me a deal.

He wants to buy my brother's share.

Your brother will never sell.

- I'm telling you. - Arezki is a loser.

If a guy like Lucr�ce offers to buy your share, what'd you do?

- Me? - Yeah.

Me?

I sell him the stores, the sneakers,

my shorts, my lady, the lot!

And I get outta here!

You won't see me for dust, man!

- OK? - Yeah, you?

Seen my brother?

He's gone to R�gis's restaurant. Coming with me?

Here's 2,500 for last night.

2,500?

That's a lot.

For me?

Why?

It's your pay for your work.

You've saved my life!

You're a real pal, bro.

Lock up. I'll go out the back. I'll drop you off.

Not on foot?

It's too far away.

We'll go by car.

What about the vines?

It's crazy.

It's so windy, the vines aren't normal.

They're in spirals, covered with leaves.

They're this high. They're like little mushrooms.

- Crazy. - It's funny.

They don't look like...

Does the wine taste of mushrooms?

No, but it has that special noble rot taste.

It smells like that, like a hen's ass!

That's the Mediterranean scrubland! Wild thyme...

- Thyme! - Yes.

More than the hen.

Here you are.

It's ready.

Well, try this.

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

I wouldn't mind some water.

Eat while it's hot.

What is it?

- So... - Don't tell us.

Can I taste it?

I'll guess.

- French beans. - Not bad!

Taste it.

- They're prunes? - Yeah.

And that?

Big onions!

No, they're turnips, not big onions!

- They're sand carrots. So tasty. - Sand?

They grow by the beach. You scrape them lightly.

- Delicious. - Yeah.

Good, isn't it?

At the Locomotive in Pigalle,

I saw it happen.

They drag out a drunk.

He can't walk. He's comatose.

They take him over the road. What happens?

They look left and right, then empty a fire extinguisher in his face.

Those guys are the scum of the earth.

I'd never do that. I can look at myself in the mirror.

Without respect, you're screwed.

I know big gangsters,

I know upper-class folk,

I know gays, I know drag queens,

I know illegals... There's all kinds in Pigalle.

- And people know you. - Right.

And people respect me.

I go my own way, I'm getting ahead.

I'm trying to get my papers.

And I'm trying to...

imagine the future with a wife and kids.

You're doing the right thing.

I want this one's brother!

He downs it in one!

It's Arezki-speak for more wine!

"I want this one's sister!"

"It smells like a hen's ass!"

Hey, I didn't ask for a vase full!

Not bad! "I didn't ask for a vase full."

You learn such a lot with me.

More chilled?

- No, I'll finish my... - It's fine.

Where is he again?

He's near Nages.

In the Gard.

- What's his name? - Alain Allard, I think.

Alain Allard. And the thing is...

He calls it "Cacousse"... I'm not joking.

It's Proven�al for...

- You're drunk! - A bit...

He is when he smokes.

I think "cacousse" means "thorn".

Like a cactus!

Cactus, my ass!

A 3-legged dog.

- It's called Peanut, right? - Right.

The owner organized dog fights. The dog was a killer.

It won every fight.

Guys with big mutts looked like assholes.

How's it going, Mr. R�gis?

We're honored. You OK?

Hello. 'Evening, miss.

OK, Arezki?

- Can we get a bite to eat? - Have some fish.

It looks good.

Elise...

Give Constantine a plate.

Can I have a drink?

Everyone likes to press that bell!

- Was it good? - Yeah.

- Food's good. - Want some?

I'm not hungry, But I'll drink to your health.

Cheers.

- Pour yourself a drink. - Sure.

Cheers.

You and my parole officer?

Why not the judge and the DA too?

Why are you here?

Answer me. What is all this shit?

I don't answer to you.

- You're out thanks to her. - Stop it.

That's right. Shit, I forgot.

That's right.

- Was it a good party? - Yeah, great.

When's the next one?

I don't know. Soon, I hope.

There won't be another party.

- Oh, yeah? - That racket's finished.

What racket? And since when do you decide for me?

Your gangster pals...

It's over. I warned you, Nasser.

That's right...

Wanna know how he paid for the business?

Are you interested?

Calm down, guys. It's my night off.

It's the end of the meal.

We're eating this shit.

It's the moment of truth.

Go start a youth club, do it up...

Don't talk to me like that!

How long are you gonna take me for your bitch?

Are you an example, big brother?

Look at you eating your shitty potatoes and carrots!

You got no balls!

You can't even have a kid!

She could be your daughter.

Shut your mouth!

Sit down!

Call an ambulance!

Call the police, anybody!

Sir, don't move.

It's not a deep wound. You'll be OK.

Sir...

Are you OK, sir?

Know what?

Your ego's in your balls!

Look where it gets you.

Stabbing Nas in front of the only person who can help him!

She's a fucking idiot, too.

The only mature person in all this is Nas.

He's the big brother.

It's the first thing Elise said to me.

- I'll go to the police. - No, you won't.

Fuck...

It's very simple.

I refuse to lose my wife and my restaurant.

Tomorrow you see Nasser.

I know what I must do.

Do a good job or you can forget me, too.

It's Arezki.

Your sister's son!

Hassiba, I have to get some papers from Nasser's things.

It won't take long.

Let me in!

- It's been ages. - Achour?

- OK? - Hey, cousin.

- Long time no see. - My, you've grown.

- What's up? - I won't disturb...

No, come on in.

- Are you sure? - You know what she's like.

- So? - It's great to see you.

- It's been 10 years. - You never come visit.

I know, it's 'cause of my job.

The bar takes up all my time. It's complicated.

What can I say?

What about you?

Well, I'm doing great.

I'm getting married and having a baby.

- Thanks be to God! Really? - Yeah.

Wow, cousin...

How did you seduce her, handsome?

We were training together. And well, you know...

we fell in love!

- How's long's it been? - About 5 years.

How's Nas? Poor guy, slipping on a wet floor...

Go in.

Mom, I bought low-fat cream.

Thank you, son.

Want a drink?

No, I just want

Nas's things. Where are they?

It's all on the balcony.

But I have to go to work. I'll let you look through it.

No problem. Thanks.

See you.

- Take care, cousin. - Thanks.

All the best.

Mom, I'm off. See you tonight.

Arezki, 1980 3 goals. Regional champions

Nas told me it was an accident.

But I know it's not true.

You hurt him.

You should be thanking him for not pressing charges.

He's your brother.

Your little brother, dammit!

Pretend you can't hear me...

You abandoned him here.

To strut around in Paris.

Now he's covering for you.

God rest my sister's soul.

Be quiet!

Don't talk about my mother.

Don't sully her name.

You're not half the woman she was.

She was beautiful...

You were so jealous of her.

I know what you got up to with my father.

Have you no shame?

Your tricks are what made her sick!

All you can do is insult the dead!

You raised Nasser like a son.

May God reward you.

But to me,

you're nothing.

You have no shame.

Why do you talk like this?

Have you forgotten all the good?

Let me pass.

Take your smell out of here!

I answer to God.

He will judge you.

God is great.

Can I come in?

OK.

Here.

You wanted the bar?

It's yours.

You just have to sign that.

Arezki, wait.

Wait up.

Don't give it to me. I'll buy it.

If you want.

You choose the price.

I'll come eat with our friend Bak.

Goodnight. See you soon.

- Bye. - See you, champ.

I didn't know you had 5 months' probation.

Now you do.

You've seen my police record, right?

The law says you can't run the bar.

There's such a thing as a frontman, as you know.

I've invested 150 grand. Find a manager.

Don't come whining to me.

You've got a majority stake.

5 months is nothing.

- No, it's not. - We'll find a manager.

You said that in France when you make money, people shit on each other.

So?

What do you say now?

Either you trust me or you take your money and go, OK?

The choice is yours.

OK, I'll run it for 5 months.

If there's any trouble, I walk.

There you are.

My lawyer will draw up the contract.

In 5 months' time, I take over.

But if you screw me over...

What?

Tomorrow I'm seeing a champagne supplier.

He gives me great prices.

I'll give you all the bills, just how you like it.

5 months.

Here are the account details.

I'll do it first thing Monday.

Here.

Sign here.

Thanks, Lucr�ce.

About time!

Pardon?

Who are you?

The owner.

The bar's closed.

Sir, as bailiff...

No, put your file away and go. We're closed.

- There's a mistake. - I'll kick you out.

Threats! We'll call the police.

You do that.

I've got your voicemail for the past 3 days.

Call me back asap.

Hello, sir.

- Come with us. - Why?

Get off me, you fucker!

As bailiff, I must inform you that as of today, August 11, 2015,

the business known as Le Prestige is transferred to Mrs. Emmy Dodge.

Mrs. Dodge possesses the business

and is the legal owner as of today.

- Hello. - Hello, ma'am.

- Another coffee? - No, thanks.

Take a seat.

I don't have much time. I'm due in court.

What I can tell you is that the judge maintains your parole.

- Good news. - But my bar...

The bar was sold and...

it was apparently entirely legal.

What's legal about it? It was a scam.

As manager, Mr. Lucr�ce Brounnaire

can sell the bar without informing the partners.

- He can sell my bar? - Yes.

He's the manager. It's the law.

We can talk about a confidence trick or if you prefer, a scam

as the papers show

that the selling price was ridiculously low:

80,000 euros.

In view of its location and business situation, it's implausible.

That lets us think, in my opinion,

that he got a large sum in cash:

2/3 or 3/4 of the total amount.

Excuse me.

How much do you think?

Excuse me a second.

What's this?

Sorry.

How much do you think?

I can't say, but I can tell you that a business

in that neighborhood sells for up to 400,000 euros.

You have options.

You can take legal action for fraud

or take civil action to cancel the sale.

It takes 2 to 5 years.

You can have it assessed, but that costs money.

I'm sorry, I must go.

Think it over.

- Thank you, ma'am. - My pleasure.

Goodbye.

I can't stop thinking about it. I obsess about it.

OPENING SOON

I'm gonna get him.

I mean it, Arezki.

What's done is done.

Have no regrets.

- It was him or another. - Thanks.

That's just how it is.

You know,

I had a glimpse...

With this project, Le Prestige...

Making a name for myself...

I had a glimpse of something.

For the first time ever, I worked.

I did everything by the rules, by the book.

I didn't rip anyone off to make it.

And that feeling...

Fuck!

I want to do it again.

Now I know it exists...

I can't stay like this.

He can hide

in the depths of Senegal

or in Miami, I don't care.

I have all the time in the world.

Rap parties,

nightclubs...

You're 35, you're intelligent.

Don't you want more?

It's all I can do.

It's the only thing I enjoy.

Kids who waste their money on booze and chicks...

At 20, they're all into it.

There's more to it than that.

It's great to see people partying, smiling, breathing...

We've been over it time and time again.

True.

When I went to Hassiba's

to get the paperwork,

I searched through your things and found an old photo of me.

The soccer team of the 15 to 17-year-olds.

Just after Mom died.

- Know the one I mean? - With the cute shorts!

You can laugh,

but I worked it out.

9 out of the 14 are dead now.

9, dammit.

AIDS, overdose, hepatitis C, psychiatric hospital...

We were wiped out.

I know.

There's something I don't understand.

You'll all croak soon.

When you have bad luck at 20,

you get up more or less.

But at 40, it's very different.

Take my word for it.

You know...

Arezki, I'll be honest with you...

We saw you.

We were there, not far away.

We saw you hit the wall, one after the other.

We were there...

We grew up without a father or a big brother.

We grew in the sand.

No-one to show us the solutions, to explain things...

So, we made ourselves.

We said we'd never be victims, never live without money...

submitting.

We had our ways...

Maybe they weren't the best...

We all want to do something.

- We did what we could. - I know.

I know, Arezki.

I'm here now...

Stony-broke, no way of recovering...

I trust you.

You'll recover.

I trust you.

Thanks, brother.

I gotta go.

- I'll miss my train to Aix. - OK.

- Need a hand? - It's OK.

Take care.

You too.

- So? - So, what?

Boy or girl?

- Where to, sir? - Gare de Lyon.

That's nothing. Even the tires were changed.

The brake pads, everything, bro.

Look at this.

- That's just a cat. - Look!

That's just a cat that walked on it.

- Drop the price. - Hey, come on...

- I'll sell it for 7,000. - Too much.

Buy it or ride the subway home.

I respect you, but I can't go below 6,500.

- 6,500? - That's my best offer.

- Is it all there? - Sure.

- Are you sure? - Sure. Count it.

Well, you have a lousy reputation in Bamako.

- So, I'm wary. - Oh, man!

Have you changed?

You'll say you're family.

I'll let you go. Your dinner's going cold.

Respect others.

I do respect you.

- Go on, take the car. - Wait...

Your name's not on it. It says Arezki Prestige.

That's my friend there.

- Where? - Over there.

He's your friend?

Le Prestige and all that is ancient history.

Forget it. Don't worry, there's no problem.

You're the crook who wants to...

Get in, don't worry, there's no problem.

Go on, get in.

Don't worry, there's no problem. Shit...

- Say hello to your mother. - Yeah, say hi to your family.

Here, count it.

I hope it's all there. If I gotta see him again,

you'll have to pay me.

Forget it.

Thanks, pal. You're like family to me.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, man.

How's it going?

You brought some booze?

Want some?

From the bottle.

There's no paper cups?

You're a cowboy. You look like you grew up in Texas, pal.

Texas Rangers!

Talk Yank to us.

Me not understand!

Me not understand!

Some people buy shares in Jack Daniel's!

What's up?

Respect, brother. Just routine.

We don't change, we try to make some cash.

Always the same...

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