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From time to time, I recall

I recall the kids in the 'hood

Always smilin'

Then, growin' up,

I think of those who've vanished or gone

They could've grown like us

That's life, I guess

Kinda sad, even so

At school I learned the strife

I knew then I had to change my life

Find the right door, get the right key

Be ready to change, that's it, see

Life's no good since you went away

I've lost it all

Give me back the old days

Remember our folks, the ones who die

Life is like a test and that's no lie

You pass the test and you move ahead

But, in the end, you're gonna be dead

Our time on earth doesn't last long

It's hard to say that we really belong

A cry in the night, I wake with a start

I can't sleep with fear in my heart

I see what I hear, hear what I see

And I wonder sometimes how it all came to be

Read life like an open book Things never last, take a look

Even so, you have to be aware

In this life, you have to care

And after, it's too late to change

People I've loved have gone away

I'll never see them another day

I'll miss you, goodbye for good

I'll miss you, brother, we loved you in the 'hood

WHAT'S GOING ON?

Mom, I've found a van.

Who's lending you a van, girl?

Remember Mr Zamar, Ali's cousin?

He was at the wedding. He's a good man.

He owns a transport company, see,

and he lent us a van as a favor.

That's settled, then.

Moving to a house, as well.

Better than the shantytown

we were in when we got to France.

I'm tired of this housing project.

The shantytown was hell

and, in this project,

all I want to do is get away from here.

Is this okay, mom?

Yes, keep going.

It's okay, I can manage.

Yazid, answer the door!

- You heard? - I'm going.

Go on, then.

- Who is it? - Mom, it's Kamel!

Kamel, my son?

You should have let us know.

Seven years and you haven't changed.

You think so? All his hair's gone!

Give me your jacket.

Give me your jacket.

Sit down and tell us your news.

Well, well...

It's been a while.

What's new?

Fuck, it's hot, guys.

Fucking move!

It's the fuzz.

- I'm outta here. - Come on!

- Okay, add it up. - How much?

How should I know? You haven't counted?

No.

Give us 160.

No, if you haven't counted, it's nothing.

Mouloud, we need 3 or 4 Ks. Can you give it us?

- Clubs. What you say? - Got 3 or 4 Ks?

- No more hash, guys. - The hash's over.

We can't provide.

It's too hot with the cops onto us. We're not providing hash no more.

You give up the hash too.

It's over. It's over, okay, forget it.

It's all I've got left.

- Finish with that. - It's nothing.

- Give it up. - It pays for a night out.

Get a job, man!

Temp like the rest of us!

C'mon, play!

It won't last forever. We said to give it up.

Anyhow, why am I talking to you? It's over, okay.

C'mon, play.

You've made enough off this.

Are you deaf or what?

Chill, we'll give it up, no sweat.

- Who made what? - You. You did.

- Give it up. - It's tight.

It's over, so drop it!

That goes for everyone. Every one of you.

Anyone deals round here, we send out the lynch mob, get it?

Rémi, play, okay! Quit listening to them!

Spades wanted.

My hand! He's got no trumps?

You're Mousse?

I'm Rachid. You alone?

- Everything okay, Mousse? - Yeah, no sweat, man.

Here, try this.

Go on, smoke it. You'll see.

- I hear your brother's back. - Yeah, he's back.

That's good. He must've had it tough.

The whole deal sucks big time.

Five years in the slammer here, then deported two more years. Crazy!

Double sentencing... He's lucky. He could have ended up staying there.

Loads of guys have that problem, guys born here.

They tell them to go home but they're born in France!

Right! Where the hell's home?

He had it tough without any cash. The old man never sent nothing.

- It sucks... - He wants to forget it now.

So what's he up to?

What can he do? He's looking for work.

- Not easy without papers... - Yeah, he's in the shit.

Thank you.

- Feeling better? - Yes.

- You were tense. - I feel better now.

I saw Mousse. He's a good-looking guy.

Mousse? Good-looking?

- Haven't you found him a wife? - That lout!

Mousse is a lot of trouble.

I don't know what to do.

He always has money.

He just doesn't work.

Benefit, that's all. Always money.

That's normal.

No, it's not normal.

You can forgive a good-looking guy anything.

He's too much trouble, girl.

Kamel isn't. Kamel, my son.

- Who's Kamel? - My son. The one who was in Algeria.

- He's kind. - He's back here?

He's back. He's kind.

But he doesn't have any papers.

He's too old for me. Mousse is my age. And good-looking.

Kamel...

Kamel's a good boy. He wants to work but doesn't have papers.

What can I do? I mean, I can't marry an illegal...

Not Mousse though. He's not kind.

- Yes, Mousse. - Not kind, no.

You won't tell him about me?

Please...

I'll find a girlfriend to take Kamel.

You'd do that for me? You're so kind!

We'll talk later. People are coming.

Thank you!

You're so kind...

The fuckers, giving you a double sentence.

They're bastards. They have no right.

Five years inside was enough. No need to deport you too.

Yeah, this is home, my folks are here.

I'm back, okay? I don't want to get deported again.

Right you are.

It was crazy! I was losing my mind there!

We'll work something out.

They're marrying me off.

How much left?

Shit, I don't need it. Take a look, cousin.

Just two bars left.

Call it 50 Gs.

It's gone too soon.

Heavy, man, welcome to hard times.

Want the rest cut?

Forget it. Last time, you did ten 25s too many.

Are you nuts?

250 divided by 25 makes 10, right?

Know how to count? How much is 10 times 25 at 40?

4,000!

I make it 6,500 more.

You use 12 Gs, not 10.

A 12-G is the name, that's all.

It's wrong, man. You're cheating?

- You screwed up. - Getting religion?

Stay cool, man.

Who gives a shit, guys? We have a hash problem

to solve. My cousin in Marseille,

he takes 1 K a bar. Interesting, huh?

Quit laughing!

Marseille hash's cut with pastis!

Ever tried it? Try it, then we'll see. Quit laughing!

I've got a deal, if you're interested. With Rachid,

the Moroccan guy. Know him, BB?

- You don't know him? - Never seen him.

You don't know who Rachid is?

We smoked a joint last night.

I told him we needed hash

and he said he can do us a deal on 3 or 4 Ks.

I told him, straight off...

What?

You're full of shit, man! I don't even know the guy!

I know him. He knows my bro Kamel. We can trust him!

He told me to take 4 Ks.

What's the gram at right now? 16, right?

He'll let us have it at 11.

If we get it at 11, we make two grand clear.

I'm not giving dough to a stranger!

Get 1 K off him first.

No way! What is this? There's no interest in that!

You're businessmen?

How's his hash?

Good. I tried it.

Cousin, I'm standing my ground.

We'll take 1 K for now. We all agree. 1 K and then we'll see.

You want 5 Ks? You can vouch for 5 Ks?

- Sure. - So vouch for 5!

Go ahead and flog 5 Ks on your own. But take 1 K and we'll help.

- No sweat. - So do it!

I said no sweat, okay.

It's hard times. We already had three guys coming to us.

With a little hash, we'd have made 6 grand!

Think it over, cousin.

1 K will be gone in two days.

Do what you want. I don't agree.

No sweat, I'll vouch for it. There'll be no screw-up.

That's all.

Fuckin' hell, man!

- What? - An hour late!

- It's okay, let's go. - What's okay?

I got a good price. Let's split.

Good price...

Deal of the century!

He just counted the wads.

What about the fake notes?

He never saw them.

His hash is fucking ace. It'll blow your mind.

I'll take a couple now and one tomorrow.

I'll have two too.

No problem. What's the going rate, Bastien?

- 4 grand. - Not a penny less, okay.

No one else is dealing hash right now.

We shift this and head off to 'Dam.

What the hell for?

To see the hookers and smoke good hash.

We got drugs and sluts here too.

Call this drugs? The stuff we sell is crap, man!

So what's so special about your sluts in 'Dam then?

They're hot, man. I told you I met one?

You talk too much.

The day I rat on you to your lady, you'll get it.

Just wait and see.

The main thing's not to get ourselves taken in.

It's what?

Not to get taken in.

Where are we?

Abesses.

Here we go. Stay calm, guys. It'll be okay.

We get out of this, I'll do Ramadan.

Come on, out with you! Move it! We're busy guys!

Over here, I said!

- Take it easy. - Turn round.

Want me to do you gently? You a girl or what?

Check these!

You've been onto us all day!

Fourth, fifth, tenth...

We don't give a shit. It's not my problem!

- One lump? - It's never your problem.

One lump? You mean, you can talk?

You open that mouth?

Put your papers here, okay.

Move it! Think I've got all day?

No, I haven't got all day, okay! Talk...

Why talk? Put it down.

- Got anything? - No.

Just some tape here.

Let's see what this is. Maybe you win or I win.

I've got it now, see?

Seen what you've won?

2,000 francs!

- 2,000 isn't bad! - Can I have it back?

You won 2,000? You bought it. Look.

I'll be nice. Take your lump.

These guys gave us 2,000 to share!

We'll leave them be for now.

- They're good boys. - Give it back!

I'll let you go and buy myself a slap-up dinner.

Easy money!

Right, shall we go?

Be a good kid and get back in the car now.

Come on, big guy.

We're going easy on you.

All they do is follow us all day anyhow.

What is this, man?

You're fucking wasted!

2,000, guys!

Here, roll up.

What's so funny?

You got off on the fuzz? You haven't stopped laughing.

He likes check-ups.

The cops feeling you up!

Smoke this, man. Try it.

You tried this?

Fucking Moroccan bastard!

No, this wasn't it!

5 Ks, cousin. 5 Ks of this shit!

5 by 5!

He fucked me!

You can pay me back...

This isn't the same stuff he let me try earlier.

That Moroccan shit fucked me!

He fucked me! I'll kill him!

I'm screwed, man. 5 Ks... He's dumped 5 Ks on me!

What can I do now? I swear I'll go there,

give him this shit and get my money back.

The hash looks good, so fuck it.

We'll flog it fast to the Zaire guys.

We don't sell it.

I'll go to his place and kill him.

I'll get my money and give him his shit back!

You think I'll let this ride?

Unlike him, I'm not selling.

Give me my dough.

What? Are you crazy?

- It's all in this. - What are you saying?

What money d'you mean?

I'm just asking you for my money.

No way, man. You're screwed like I'm fucked.

Chill!

Chill? No way. Fuck you and your money, man!

Move it! I'll see to the door.

Are you fucking crazy?

We can talk it over!

Shut up! Where's my cash!

Cuff him! Where's my cash!

We can work something out.

Take the photo!

Fuck him!

Where's Mousse?

- Sleeping. - What?

He's sleeping after last night.

Wasn't he supposed to help? Wake him up.

Yeah, I'll do that.

- Is that it? - That's it. Hurry up.

Hello, my son.

I'm hungry.

Have they finished moving?

Moving...

Sit down. I'll get your breakfast.

Who's doing the move?

The move... Kamel,

BB and Gabriel.

No, Bastien.

And you've been sleeping all day.

Sleep's not going to get you anywhere.

A spoon, mom.

Sugar...

Why do you always fight with Yasmina?

Why?

Think about finding a job.

She's the one screwing up.

You know what she does, okay.

That's none of your business.

You're still little.

Sure, I am. Who's she living with?

Is she married?

She's not even married.

That's how the world goes.

And that's none of your business, okay.

Think of your future.

It's no one's business. She does as she likes.

She works and she's a lawyer!

She's a lawyer. So what?

You try to be half that!

What's your profession?

Sleeping?

She's with a French guy and that's okay?

What'll my nephew be called? Julien? Bertrand?

That's a world we can't understand.

You're going to become a man.

You'll find work.

I'm not going to look after you forever.

Hold your head up!

Keep your eyes closed.

Come in. Close the door behind you.

Tough, isn't it?

- Everything okay? - God willing.

What did you do today?

Nothing much.

Been to the job agencies?

Yes, this morning and yesterday.

What time this morning?

This morning at six.

Six o'clock...

And they won't give you work or you're not looking for it?

Without papers, it's no use.

Some people have been without papers for years

but they work. Why don't you?

That's all I ask.

I'll be going...

See you later. What's mom cooking?

How should I know? Didn't some guy want to hire you for a van?

Yes, Zamar, the one who lent the van to Zina.

Don't let him get away.

Arab bosses are just like the others.

Arab boss or not, he's a boss, okay.

Even if he's an Arab, he's a boss.

He has a business to run.

I'll go and see him.

Don't let him get away.

It'll tide you over for now.

I'll go and see him. Don't worry.

- You'll be home tonight? - Yes.

Bring the hookah with you.

No, we'll save the hookah for later, once you've got a job.

Forget the hookah for now. Find a job first.

- Okay, see you later. - See you later.

You didn't have to beat him up!

Fuck him, he screwed us!

You should be ashamed, guys!

Bastien, look!

He asked for it. He tried to fuck us.

Thought I'd thank him?

I've seen them. I took them.

I'm good with a camera!

The iron was too much.

You burnt his face off.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hard times...

We're bored stiff here.

Let's ask Karim for his bike.

Come on!

The iron fucked him.

Come here! Get me a beer!

You're crazy.

You're too young for that. Just get me that beer! Go!

No way I'm getting it for you!

Why are you guys busting my balls, showing round photos?

I'm gonna burn them!

That's evidence, man! Did you show them before?

- So? We show them round! - I'll burn them!

I'll fucking burn them!

Our reputation...

Screw that. Stop showing them round.

It's serious. It's evidence. You can go down for it.

Just burn the faces.

Fuck it, I'll burn the lot.

Sorry to disturb you. I'm Kamel Karichi. My brother-in-law sent me.

I'd like to see Mr Zamar.

- Did Ali send you? - Yes.

- He called me. - Are you Mr Zamar?

- Yes. - Pleased to meet you.

- You want to drive? - Yes.

- Come with me. - Thank you.

Have a seat.

I think I may have room for you as a driver.

Night deliveries. Is that okay?

Yes, perfect. Just what I need.

I'm really pleased but...

my license is only for 26 tons.

That's okay. It's small, a 19-tonner.

For deliveries in Paris. Do you know Paris?

Yes, I grew up here.

- You grew up here? - Yes.

- I'll really be working at night? - Yes, absolutely.

That suits me fine.

No traffic jams, no one about. Besides, I'm not married.

No trouble in my private life.

Hey, there's Omar.

What's up?

Okay?

Here's my bro, guys. He's gonna bust my balls.

Okay, BB?

Why'd Mousse split?

He didn't split, he's meeting someone.

Okay?

Why you dressed like that?

I went to see a boss.

- Want to smoke? - Yeah.

- You saw a boss today? - Yeah.

An Arab boss.

The guy says no problem, he has work for me.

Driver. Night work.

Around Paris and in the city mainly.

Then I tell him I don't have my papers

and the guy calls it quits.

- Nothing. - He freaked out.

Yeah, he fucking freaked.

He shouldna done it.

- It's not right. - He told you to come back?

- Who's that bitch? - No idea.

Yeah, come back with my papers!

Bosses are all the same, all crooks.

They're rich.

Sure, and thanks to who?

Thanks to the workers.

That's why we stay here.

Hey, Nordin! Wanna go fishing with Kamel?

Ask Bilal.

Hey, Bilal!

Good idea, huh?

- He's got it tough. - Where do we go?

At the pond.

In the woods?

Let's wait round the back.

Shit, guys, this place sucks.

It's a graveyard.

What's up, Kamel?

Okay, Bilal?

What's new, Amir? Nordin?

Why d'you always hang out with us?

- Where else can I go? - No idea.

I can't go nowhere. Nowhere.

I've got no papers.

- I said I've got no papers. - Yeah, I know.

Where can I go? If I go into town,

the cops'll nab me and send me back. You want that?

No way!

- Want me deported, huh? - No!

Go fishing. There's a pond nearby.

I'd need a rod, Nordin.

- Have you got a rod? - Yeah!

- Wanna borrow it? - What color?

- Are those the cops? - No.

You're sure? In the Renault 19.

Why would they come here?

Is that them?

Shittin' themselves!

The place is crawling with cops these days.

They shit themselves out here!

- Shit themselves? You're crazy. - Bitches!

You're crazy, man!

You do kung-fu? Liars!

- Honest! - So what's a kata in kung-fu?

A tao!

A tao?

- You know one? - Yeah.

No kidding?

Look at the scum.

They've pinched a scooter.

We move in?

They're getting on my fucking tits!

- Whose is the fancy scooter? - Mine, sir.

Let's see your papers!

- Take it easy! - Asking for trouble?

Here, check these.

The scooter's insured and all.

- Hey, chill! - What's this?

- Santa gave you this? - My uncle did.

What's going on? You're crazy!

You can't do this!

- Police, miss. - You have no right!

- You know him? - His parents.

Everything's in order. Clear off.

They work hard.

I know you. You teach at the school.

- Do you have to attack people? - Give it a rest.

Get lost!

Go and catch some real crooks!

- You're not at school? - The teacher's sick.

- Class ended at three today. - You what?

The truth, on the Koran!

Don't swear like that. Is it true?

The English teacher's gone mad.

A breakdown. She may not be back.

Where's your helmet?

We're in the project!

What's that in your hand?

- Flowers? - For Irène.

Irène?

- What's she like? - She teaches.

- She's slim... - Pretty, with green eyes.

- Long red hair. - Yeah?

- Give me those. - I just saw her!

I'll bring it back.

I know her!

Hurry back.

- Yazid's your little brother? - Yes.

Not bad, huh?

He lent me the scooter.

So I could catch up with you. Here.

- Are you nuts? - Take them.

They're for me?

That's kind. They're beautiful.

- You like them? - Very much.

They're nothing much...

I also wanted to ask you... if you were free.

If you'd like to have dinner...

For instance.

Yes, I'd like to.

- I don't know... - When?

When you want.

I don't know.

- Tomorrow? - Tonight?

- Come over. - To your place?

- Deadly! - I cook.

Great! That'll work out cheaper. I'm kinda broke.

No problem.

Look, I have things to do now.

7:30 outside the school?

- 7:30, okay. - That's okay?

Thanks! I'll get these into water!

You're welcome.

See you later.

By the way...

I'm Kamel!

Waiting for Irène?

- Who told you? - I saw her.

- And? - 12, rue Paul Langevin. 2nd floor.

- And? - She's expecting you.

- You told her about the flowers? - No way, bro.

- See you later! - Shave her moustache!

Don't forget!

A ton of Chinese...

A ton of Leb, 10 Ks of hash...

That's what I need.

People around...

Look at him!

Straight up, he's the world's best.

He's full of shit. Forget him!

He's too much. Forget him. He's too wild.

He's too fast and all.

- He'd waste you. - Not like him. Mr Slug.

- Kader the Works! - Too wasted to stand?

- Huh? - Too wasted to stand?

High as a kite or what? You okay?

I'm okay.

No smoking tonight.

Why're you here, fucker?

Look what I lifted.

Where's it from?

Tiger Woods.

Lemme see.

There's a putter.

- For the green. - What's this? Socks?

- This? - Condoms!

You swing with this one, send the ball flying.

How much?

A grand.

- It doesn't cost that new! - You're crazy...

A grand...

- What's he selling? - A grand.

I'm not interested.

200.

Take the 200 or we'll take them for nothing.

You want 200 or nothing?

Let's talk it over.

No, it's 200 or nothing.

It's simple. We give you 200 and take the thing

or we take it and give you nothing.

I'll take the 200.

- Bastien! - You see?

- Who's got 100? - Ahmed's got 100.

- I've got 100. - Who's got 100?

What's the guarantee?

It's okay. You can even waste a guy

with this, see.

Now you've flogged it, split.

Go on, shoot!

Guys, let's go to the park.

Gimme the keys.

In the car.

I'm gonna wash my hands.

C'mon, man, you don't catch Aids like that!

Come on, let's go!

Go and wash!

Fancy move!

See that?

Try to top that, guys!

Good-looking!

It's all in the body, see.

You've fucked the grass!

Hey, Babas, you got into the hearing?

Yeah, I got in.

Crawling with cops, it was.

They got him red-handed?

I dunno.

He said he dealt?

Crazy! Never fess up, even if they catch you!

What a jerk...

- Whose turn? - He shopped himself?

Your turn, Bastien. He shopped himself as a dealer!

Jail scared him.

Bend your knees, okay? Bend your knees.

No, big boy. Further back.

There, you need a little tension.

No, no tension.

You mowed the fuckin' lawn!

Watch out over there!

- Got it! - You're French all right!

Fucking hand it over. Confiscated.

The golf maniac!

You're a high-class shit, you...

Okay, whose turn?

- Mine! - No, it's BB's turn!

No, it's mine.

Hey, Samir, don't break an arm.

Fuck you, Protein Man!

You've got a fucking nerve!

Sure, I screwed up. So?

I've paid my fucking debt.

Five years in jail, two years deported...

What's your idea?

You haven't been through it.

Now you talk about a paper marriage...

Bitch!

You've got a nerve!

Friggin' Communist, go shave your moustache!

I know that guy.

Where from?

That's Karichi. It's Karichi, I swear it is.

Why's the bastard here? He was extradited.

What's the time?

They all live in one apartment?

Yeah, all in one apartment,

- with the same husband. - One room each, right?

Yeah, one room each, depending on the apartment.

Like back in Africa.

There's space in Africa, man!

The houses are big.

Here you'd need a whole building.

In Africa, it's hotter too. The heat and all...

Compared to here...

Cousin, it may be hot, but you can't have 4 wives in one place!

- Mom... - What?

My fishing rod?

Kamel...

I'm having a rest, son.

My fishing rod...

In the junk room, son.

The junk room?

No one can get any peace around here.

Did you go to the prefecture?

Yes, mom, I went.

Thank God...

Close the door behind you, son!

- Okay, Thierry? - I'm fine.

- Know where Kamel is? - No idea.

- Why d'you want Kamel? - To talk to him.

Talk to him about what?

- It's personal. - Ah, it's personal.

No, we don't know where he is.

Karichi. You don't know the name?

I guess not.

His mother must live here.

Yeah, she lives here.

Why d'you want him? "Personal, personal." Is that the cops or what?

No, I just need to talk.

Fifth floor, opposite the elevator.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Kamel's in love.

Fuck, he loves her?

He got nothing back in Algeria. Nothing but his hand.

Just sheep and his hand!

I guess he had goats too.

- He's hungry for it. - Fucking starving!

With his looks, she's the best he can get.

Make yourself at home, Irène.

I'll get my mother.

Irène... Zina, my sister...

- Sit down. - Thank you.

This is my mother.

Hello, I'm Irène.

Kamel's friend.

She's the girl you told me about?

This is her.

Why won't she leave him alone? Ask her.

My mother said you look like a nice, calm girl.

Thank you, that's kind.

I'm worried. I haven't seen Kamel for a few days.

What did she say?

She's worried about Kamel.

She's worried?

Who worries about my son? Her or me?

You see, another disaster.

My mother's worried because she thinks they may be burned...

- Do you want one? - Please.

- Help yourself. - Thanks.

Eat.

Delicious.

You used orange flower.

What?

You used orange flower.

Yes, I did and it's brought us bad luck.

I don't understand.

Yes, she did

and it brings good luck so have more.

That's what she said.

Go ahead, eat.

Have you seen him since Thursday?

Seen him since Thursday?

No, I haven't.

And even if I had, I wouldn't tell her.

There's no need to worry. He's at home.

He'll be back soon, he's around.

Make her spare my son!

Don't worry.

Everything's okay.

He's okay, then?

He's fine. He's with his mother, so he's fine.

I won't bother you any longer.

I'll see you out.

If you see him,

could you tell him I called by?

Tell her not to come back here.

I've found a decent girl for my son

and I don't need a thing like her.

I'll see you out.

- Thank you for the tea. - Goodbye.

See you soon, Yazid.

What a disaster!

Since we got here,

they've tried to trap us.

- You Kamel's girl? - What?

- You Kamel's girl? - Yes. Why?

- Looking for him? - Yes.

- Why? - I haven't seen him for a while.

- Know where he is? - Yeah.

- Where? - In the woods.

- Where? - In the woods.

- What's he doing in the woods? - Fishing.

- Fishing? - Yeah.

- Is it far? - No, just over there.

Just follow us!

- Come on. - All right.

There's Kamel.

Get lost, you guys.

See you.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Careful, it's slippery.

Are the fish biting?

Want some?

Okay?

- How's it going? - Good.

Piss off!

How's it going?

Fuck you and your hand, you fucking faggot.

- Why're you here? - Chill...

- Chill? - I'm not in your way, man.

- You don't shoot up here! - I'm not.

Where's your building?

Hey, I'm talking to you! What did we say?

- I'm talking to you! - You said not to hang out here.

- What did we say? - I'm cool, man.

- I'm not hassling you. - You don't shoot up here!

Know what that means? Move, okay!

What? I'm cool here, man.

This is our place, not yours.

Your building's B6, okay.

Hey, I watched you guys grow up. Show some respect.

Screw that! You're fucking poz!

Yeah but I'm not shooting up.

Yeah, I'm poz. Want me to bite you?

Bite what, man? Fuck you!

Get out, man!

Let me fuck him over, man!

Cut it out! What's wrong with you?

He's pissing blood! There's blood everywhere!

Come on, you'll catch Aids.

Let go. Fucking faggot!

- Get lost! - You coming?

- Fuck you, asshole! - Fuck you too.

Forget the son of a bitch.

We're taking him to hospital. Fuck you!

Who needs them anyway?

Bitches!

What's for dinner?

Pea soup.

What did they say about the loan?

Forget the whole thing.

Why?

Forget it, okay? They won't lend me any more.

We're in this mess because of your shop.

What's my shop got to do with it?

They're not lending now.

What about the house in Algeria?

And the shop?

What are we going to do now?

Without the house in Algeria, where would we go on holiday?

It's not like it used to be anymore.

So what? We'll manage. What more can I say?

What can we do now?

It's that house back home and your shop.

We're here living in poverty!

What a disaster!

What are we going to do?

Hands off!

A quick upper. Careful.

Good, I need it.

- Oh yeah? - What is it?

You'll fuck your mom on this.

That fucking bastard Karachi...

That guy, Mousse...

In B5. I was there the other day.

Know what they did?

They beat me up. They told me

I couldn't hang out round there.

That's why I wanted to see you. They bust my balls.

Mousse mainly.

Mousse who?

Karachi... Karidi...

Karichi?

The guy in B5.

He's a mover. He's got control

of the hash business here.

- Yeah? - He's the one.

They're into a fake coinage deal too.

His place is Ali Baba's cave.

The other day, there I was, chilling out

and they came by to start pissing me off.

Then they fucked up.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

You have to do something. It can't last like this.

- Like? - Waste him.

- Yeah? - Yeah, waste the fucker, okay.

It can't last like this.

I mean, I watched the shit grow up and you know what?

He was in short pants and now he wants to rule me!

Okay, what time is it?

Ten past one.

Look, I have to pick my kid up now.

- Watch out, okay? - No sweat.

This shit's weird. What the hell is it?

We're here to arrest your son.

On the left!

Freeze, Karichi! Don't move!

What d'you fuckers want?

Okay, move!

Hurry! Get over here!

Cuff him!

What's going on? What do you fuckers want?

What's your problem? Fucking bitch!

- Shut the fuck up! - Cut it out!

Fucking pain in the ass!

Are you all right?

Oh, shit...

- You saw a doctor? - Yes, I'm fine.

- And your eyes? - They're okay.

- Did you see your dad? - No, I didn't.

- You're okay? - How's your brother?

Wait till he gets out.

What a disaster.

They wrecked the whole place.

They sprayed me with tear gas. It hurt.

I bet the police have beaten Mousse.

He might even be out of cigarettes.

Get me out of here, I don't want to stay!

Yasmina came to bring me this nightshirt.

BB, I've been after you!

Yeah, you! Come round here!

Come on round.

- Come here! - Chill, shake my hand.

No, I'm not shaking it. Come in here.

What did I tell you guys? I told you to quit!

- What have you gone and done now? - It's okay, Rémi!

Watch out for cars. 15 minutes, no longer.

Don't worry.

I don't know what happened. It stinks.

They gassed his mom and all.

- Let's get people. - Yeah, let's do that!

We'll get a crowd together, a real arsenal...

You go, okay? No, I can't.

See you later.

Excuse me!

Okay, Kamel?

We heard about your mom. Don't worry.

We're with you.

What's this crate?

My girl borrowed it.

Fuck, pretty serious.

- See you later. - See you.

Hot wheels!

Fucking Krauts!

Seen the wheels his girl's got?

Rolling in it.

V6, 3 liters!

The bastards...

That's the heat! Sons of bitches! Fuckers!

Scum. Look at them.

They followed Kamel?

No, it's okay.

This stinks.

They're watching us.

Careful of the fuckers.

Still here...

They must be freaking out, man!

If they run a check, they're asking for trouble.

He saw us.

Okay, go for it. Nice and easy.

- They all saw us. - Take it easy.

That's right, they're your pals, fucker.

Go on, drive.

He's going to shake you off too.

- He's taking the bus. - Go on, move.

Drive!

The fucker's running!

Stop! Stop the car!

I told you to stop, goddamit!

To the victims of double sentencing

and all our brothers killed in racist crimes and police clampdowns.

Subtitles: Ian Burley

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