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Before The Olympus of the six, there were seven crime families in Paris.

ETERNAL HAPPINESS TO THE ARAGOS!

And those families… were at war.

The Aragos, Selma's family,

were feared and respected Godfathers.

But too much happiness can attract the wrath of the gods

and the jealousy of your peers.

Every single Arago was forced to face their doom.

Men, women and children.

It was a crime so horrific that it forced The Godfathers to unite.

The Olympus was born.

The survivor of the massacre had the right to vengeance.

An eye for an eye.

But too much innocent blood had been shed.

Daria Arago, Selma's great-grandmother,

renounced her claim to vengeance, and her place in The Olympus.

The underworld needed someone to maintain a balance.

Someone independent,

capable of upholding some form of justice.

Daria became the first Fury.

And since then, the job has been passed down from mother to daughter.

The Fury was born of blood and lead.

But thanks to her, the underworld has never been at war again.

Until now.

What is this? We didn't get an invite for this impromptu party.

Good thing we're not empty-handed.

I remember my mom used to say,

"When you're visiting a friend, always bring a little something. "

It's a question of education.

Uh, but I don't wanna kill anyone.

That's great. Just try not to get yourself killed.

Or your friends.

The first time I had to kill someone, know what I learned?

That when you don't have a choice, it's them or you,

killing isn't a problem, really.

But being sure of that is what's tricky.

Let's go.

You take the deck, I'll take the bow.

It's okay, kid.

Hurry.

It'll pass.

I didn't see him. If it weren't for you, I'd--

We're a family. We should look out for each other, it's normal.

What happened?

You tell me.

A Fury scans everything and fills in the gaps.

-Yeah, but I'm not a Fury. -What did you see?

I don't know.

There was… There was blood and bodies. It… It was chaos downstairs.

Control your emotions, make space for the rest.

He came to open the safe.

He had it all planned out. Then you came along.

But you were out of ammo, so you improvised.

You had the upper hand…

What happened?

What is it, neurological?

You're gifted, but you ask the wrong questions.

Just so you know, I'm in good enough shape to make you break that habit, that clear?

Why did he let you live?

I don't know.

Do The Godfathers know you're ill?

I get the job done. They don't need to know the rest.

That stolen safe suggests otherwise.

-They've probably emptied it by now. -Not with an incomplete key.

You managed to steal a piece from him?

My father… What was in that safe that mattered more to him than his family?

The Bible of the Six.

Surely The Olympus' most powerful weapon.

They always store it in that safe,

and they only open it when they're all together,

which happens roughly once a year during the Scripture ceremony.

Inside are the names of all those who have benefited from their services.

Services?

Ah.

Important people, in prominent positions.

This list protects The Olympus, you know?

If it comes out, the whole system falls apart.

The Bible is a bomb. You get why they wanna steal it?

-Yeah, for power. -Mm.

Yeah, but my father wasn't interested in power.

The question is, what would he have done with it? Any ideas?

-Selma. -I know.

You have to do something. We can't lose the Bible.

-They'll never forgive us. -You can trust me, I'm taking care of it.

Trust? After what happened here?

If by tomorrow evening, the safe isn't brought back for the Scripture ceremony,

we're dead.

And believe me, if we end up six feet under,

we'll make a little room for you and your team.

Hmm?

There was no one, no guards, nothing.

Who is head of security for The Trans?

Montclar.

He's been their head of security for five years, he's a pro.

You disappeared. Where were you?

I had some business to take care of.

Ah.

That's The Godfathers' encrypted line. It’s never good when it rings.

What's this?

Oh no, don't worry, it's not my blood. I'm fine.

So tell me, how did the kid do?

She threw up.

But then again, she threw up after the mission.

So, she did better than me on my first mission.

Gotta make progress on Darius's death.

The Godfathers think it was an inside job.

Maybe it was.

Yeah. But this is getting out of hand.

We have to calm them. So let's get moving now.

I'll handle Montclar.

I'll take the kid with me.

You'd rather take her with you to see Mama?

Come on, let's go.

Right, and it's trustworthy information?

Rue du Repos?

Okay, appreciate it, Marco. Yeah, bye.

Do you have a lot of informants like this Marco guy?

Who do you think we are? We don't have informants, we're not cops.

Something you should know about Selma. She's saved a lot of people.

So lots of people, like Marco, like Mud Man, like me, wanna help her.

Her only flaw is giving chances to undeserving people.

Like you.

Who are you?

-Who do you work for? -I work for you, for her.

Oh, yeah? You were sent here by the bastard who started this war, right?

What're you talking about?

-What's your name? -What?

-What's your god damn name? Answer! -Lyna! Lyna Guerrab!

You fucking with me? This is Lyna Guerrab. Look, there she is.

Huh? Lyna Guerrab is dead.

She's six feet under.

Oh fuck. You didn't know.

Who are you? Huh?

She just arrived.

There are no photos of me before '99.

Mom, look.

It's… It's like there's not even a trace of my existence before I was five.

How's that possible?

Say something.

I don't know.

How are you, my little darling?

Mm, I'm not your little darling, I'm your daughter.

I mean…

There are no photos of me as a baby.

Why?

Mom, look at me.

You know.

Deep down, you know.

Help me.

Look.

This is you.

This is Dad.

And this is me.

Darius.

Amytis.

Lyna.

No, Mom, I'm here.

Lyna.

No, I'm here.

Here.

-Lyna. -Mom, I'm here!

-Here, here, here, here! -Lyna!

I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry.

Mom, I'm really so…

Mom?

He was here for you.

But why did he wanna kill you?

What do you know?

My Lyna.

Yeah.

Yes, Mom, I'm here.

My Lyna is dead.

But the woman in black brought us a little angel.

I really thought it was gonna end in a blood bath this time.

You've got some charm, boss. You've got The Godfathers eating out of your hand.

They're like piranhas.

If they're eating out of my hand, they're eating me alive.

Good point.

This wasn't a big achievement, all we got was a truce.

The whole problem with The Godfathers is their nature, you know?

Hmm.

In any case, if they hear the safe was stolen by Darius'

and The Jelly's accomplice, there'll be fireworks, it's bound to happen.

The masked man, he's the one who's been in charge from the start.

What will you do with the Bible of the Six?

Yeah, I'll admit I thought about it.

Well, you think about dangerous things, don't you?

That's why you hired me, right? I would buy myself the Spirit 111.

It's the biggest wooden yacht in the world.

And inside, I'd build a cabin for you.

Make it Selma style.

Darius Guerrab could've bought himself hundreds of boats like that.

Exactly. What got into him then?

Apparently, people do crazy things sometimes.

Hey!

Fuck! Let me out!

What is going on?

It's his fault, he won't stop screaming.

Let me out!

Hey!

Plus he keeps trying to play me for a fool.

With the, "If I talk, he'll kill me" line.

Classic.

And I said, "If you don't talk, I'll kill you. "

After that, he tripped and fell.

Ah, gravity loosens tongues, you know?

Except he's been stubborn, still.

Let's bring him to our place.

-See if we can reason with him. -Hmm.

-I think you just crushed his fingers. -It's not his day.

She arrived half an hour ago. She's in the room.

Oh, here she comes.

Lyna?

Lyna!

-Lyna! -Oh!

Lyna!

Where is it?

Don't tell me you walked here?

Lyna!

Stop running, damn it! The hell are you doing?

And you? You're having my mother's nurses spy on me now?

Of course not!

Yeah. Yeah.

But I really had to see you.

-Damn it. The two of us-- -No, it's not about the two of us. I know.

What's this?

Not your concern. So what do you want?

I know what you're doing.

I asked myself a lot of questions after last night.

I get it, I do. I know what you're hiding.

The police let you down, so you don't wanna go back to a normal life,

especially with a cop, I can understand that.

You're here to ask me to stop, right?

I'm here to tell you I'll reopen the case. I'll find who killed your father.

Or you could just mind your own business and let me breathe.

Just breathe.

-That's blood. -Huh?

I mean, we're in a hospital, so…

Listen, you're right, I'll let you breathe.

But you stay out of this, Lyna.

Or I'll lock you up, that clear?

-Is that clear? -Mm.

Hey, I know, I shouldn't have investigated Lyna.

You disobey me in the middle of a war?

I have a bad feeling about that kid.

Well, that's why I'm testing her.

If she succeeds, she'll gain your trust and mine.

And if she fails?

If she fails…

Hi. How are you?

I sent a guy over to your mother's.

To watch over her and to clean the place up.

All right, did you soften him up?

Yeah. He needed it.

Voilà.

So…

If I remember correctly, the question was

why were there no guards at The Trans'?"

He made me do it.

The guy's a lunatic.

No one ever says no to Hervé.

Not even his parents.

What? The Tran's son?

That's nonsense. What're you talking about, man?

Hervé works for someone.

I don't know who it is.

The Tran's son.

He works for the masked man.

That's not good.

Why would a Godfather's son steal the Bible of the Six?

To accelerate his succession.

Because his parents never gave him any responsibilities.

He even came up with his own business. Death games.

He's got bettors connected all over the world.

The participants can win big.

But more often than not, all they get is a bullet in the head.

If we wanna find him and the safe, we absolutely have to figure out

where his next game is.

So you're gonna participate.

"Lyna, go to Mama's. "

"Lyna, go in the trailer. "

"Lyna, go fight some fucking freaks. " I'm not your dog. You go yourself.

Unless you're not capable.

You don't have a choice, do you?

You're right, I'm not capable anymore.

I could crack at a crucial moment. There's too much at stake.

But I do have a choice.

You're my choice.

You have the strength I don't anymore.

Well, go home.

Go get some rest. You'll need it.

Hi, neighbor, how are ya?

You need some help?

Give me a minute.

Well, welcome home. I came in through the balcony.

Damn, you're bleeding. Come here.

You're not really helping me.

Does it hurt?

No.

I'd tell you to get some rest, to wait until it heals, but it's no use.

I don't have a choice.

Don't tell me I always have a choice.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

I thought I'd get some answers.

The more I do this, the less I trust what I knew about my family or myself.

Well, I don't know anymore. I don't even know who I am.

You're an amazing girl.

And who are you?

Sorry.

-Did I do something wrong or-- -Mm-mm.

When I was little and did something bad,

I was afraid the woman in black would come for me.

I'd completely forgotten.

What we do know is where he's meeting the participants.

Be prepared for them to blindfold you. Hey, are you listening?

Is this you? Hmm?

Drawing wasn't your strong suit.

So, it is you?

You're the woman in black in all of my drawings.

What, are you like a stalker? Or you're spying on me?

Or watching over me?

Why did you follow me when I was a kid?

Why?

Because…

you're my mother?

Have you seen us?

I'm not your mother.

-But we are of the same blood. -What?

What does that mean?

God damn it, answer.

Too many questions, too little time.

We're here, go ahead.

Or what?

You'll pull out your gun on me?

Punch me?

If you happen to fall into an icy lake,

all you'll care about is getting back on land, right?

So, you're gonna take part in Hervé's game and bring him back to me.

Because starting from now, only thing you care about is the truth.

You'll do anything for it,

even obey me though I've let you off your leash.

Don't waste my time.

Afterwards, I'll answer you.

Anyone there?

Anyone there?

I'll help you!

Are you here to kick my ass?

No?

What do you want then?

The file on Guerrab.

The Guerrab file.

Ah, the Guerrab file.

The Guerrab file…

Here you go, bud, read all you like.

Analyze it, go through the details, you'll realize I'm not as crazy as you think.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!

But first of all, I'm sorry if you had a bit of a rough trip here.

But as you know, the grand prize will be worth the effort.

-The rules are simple. -She looks weak, dude.

It's a race.

The first person to get to me wins the prize!

Easy! No? Don't fall behind.

Find the right path and anything goes.

There will only be one winner. There's no sharing here!

And for those who get injured, no need to scream.

We're nice, we'll come finish you off.

Of course, I also have a few surprises in store for you.

If you're too slow, be ready to face the dogs or the bullets.

A Fury scans everything and fills in the gaps.

Use your peripheral memory.

What you register without looking.

And if you're not sure, trust your senses.

Help me, I'm stuck!

-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! -No!

No, don't leave me! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Well, bravo, princess. I never would've bet on you.

Where's the safe?

Go fuck yourself!

Where is the safe?

You won't shoot me. Bitches like you can't shoot for--

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Fine! Fine! I'll tell you everything!

Stop!

I'll tell you everything.

Sir, ma'am, place your bets.

Your turn, sir.

Gentleman wins.

Is something wrong, Tran?

You're sweating.

Worried about tonight's event.

Lots of planning involved.

It makes his ulcer flare up.

Ah. As long as it's not the prostate.

Smile.

-You have it? -We're working on it.

I just came here to make sure nobody loses their cool.

She's right. Smile.

Mama?

Seeing the bride before the wedding is bad luck.

Same as seeing the safe before the ceremony.

When someone's keeping secrets it tickles my palate.

I don't like the feeling, it's unpleasant.

Mm.

And to lose face in front of everyone? Do you like that feeling?

And what if you're wrong?

Go have some fun, Mama.

-Ah, it's the kid. -Come on, get out.

You were right, kiddo. He gave you the right address.

Come on, hurry up.

The masked man's henchmen were here, though.

And they weren't just carrying pocketknives.

He doesn't know who calls the shots. He's never seen them without a mask.

Where's Selma?

She's at the Scripture ceremony to make sure shit doesn't go south.

Here.

Before we bring you back to your dear parents,

tell us why Darius Guerrab took part in stealing this safe.

Want some more?

-No, all right, come on. All right. -Come on.

I've never been able to handle physical violence, anyway.

Are you Darius's daughter?

Why did he do it?

Obviously for you, baby.

He did it for you.

He wanted to give you a new life far from here.

Apparently, Darius was afraid The Olympus would recruit you.

They say you're special.

Well, are ya?

Anyway, he would do anything to save you, even betray them.

Actually, all this…

All this, it's your fault.

It's your fault your father was murdered.

It's her fault.

Let us see it.

I don't believe in Santa Claus. Stop screwing with us!

We'll go play after one glance.

I didn't come here to play.

Open it!

Take your dirty fingers off my velvet, Fehim.

Open it or I'll burn this boat to the ground. You hear me?

Selma, tell me.

Can't recognize a losing hand anymore?

This way.

No one will see ya.

Move.

Throw him in the hold. The Fury will question him in a bit.

Don't look at me like that, man.

Get out. my boss is looking for you.

Parques?

You work for Parques?

I didn't talk, I swear.

I didn't talk, I swear. Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

Indulge yourself.

Please!

Silence!

Let me introduce you to Lyna Arago.

My niece.

My blood.

Your future Fury.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

"Your future Fury"?

Feels weird, huh?

Mm-hmm.

For me too.

Who were my parents?

Your father was my brother.

His name was Driss.

And your mother was Kahina.

They were very much in love.

And you made them very happy.

Are they, um…

In an accident.

The Jelly.

The Bible? Where is the Bible?

Oh, fuck.

Selma!

So The Fury exists?

I'll need someone to give me a hand to catch her.

You're doing this for Lyna, right?

If you help me, we can catch The Fury

before your girlfriend makes a big mistake.