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You bring shame to our institution. You won't graduate, you'll never be part of the elite.

For your whole class, you'll always be the bum who got expelled.

You behavior justifies and immediate expulsion.

The School of Mines might take legal action against you.

We're seriously considering that.

Is this the kind of future you want? - No, ma'am.

You wanna stay here, don't you?

We don't want you here... but we're aware of the importance of team spirit.

Our community takes pride in forgiving its members, provided they deserve another chance.

You didn't get any internship abroad, so we'll send you as far as we can... very far.

Most positions have already been covered.

We have this. None of our students has been there in 10 years.

Cayenor.

Cayenne... gold mining.

It's perfect... field training with geological options.

You'll spend 10 months in Guyana.

France has been sending its misfits down there for over 100 years...

It'll suit you perfectly.

Don't bother coming back until you're finished. It's your second and last chance.

Right over there, you see? - Alright.

Ok, Vincent. Let's go.

Ok, thank you. Tomorrow, late morning. Ok?

See you tomorrow. Vincent, give me that.

Go where I go and listen to me.

This will look good on your practice report.

In Guyana, everybody knows where gold is. It's no mystery.

They even hung a map in town hall.

All down the Oyapok, gold is everywhere.

It's been dried up now. - So there's nothing left?

The question is how much there's left. Is the place still profitable?

Did you see the samples? - Yes.

You take note of the site coordinates, grab the samples and move on to the next site.

You like it?

What school are you from?

Mines in Paris. - The elite!

You may become my boss one day.

How long have you been living here? - 27 years.

Have you found a lot of gold. - If I'd kept 1 gram for every kilo, I'd have a mansion on Champs Elysées.

However... I'm still a Cayenor employee.

A puff for me?

You ever considered working freelance?

With your knowledge, you could make a fortune.

What do you know about gold?

You've read Cendrars, London, Traven?

Never mind... they all say the same thing: do not dream.

Can't you make a fortune out of it? - Some did.

You get here, find a vein, dig up 1 or 2 kilos a week...

Hire some natives and in 2 years you're a millionaire. That would be worth it.

But what do you do with your gold? How do you transport it?

Who you sell it to? If they rob you, what do you do?

Mining is difficult but what's more dangerous is transport.

You gotta be a criminal... or a big company like Cayenor.

Stay here.

Who are they? - Quiet!

"Garimpeiros"... they'll dig down to hell for a nugget.

Today we finish. I just have to check one last thing.

We're not going under that.

Come on!

It's beautiful.

Vincent!

Give me your GPS, mine's not working. - How will I do my readings?

You'll copy my coordinates. - Ok but it's not the procedure.

You got up thorough this morning? Give me that!

Finish your job so we can go.

I got my samples.

How do you know when there's gold? - 20 years of this... I can smell it.

You smell nothing here?

Let's try one last spot. You never know.

I left my pick, can you get it please?

Hi, Max. It's Merlot. Forget the chopper tomorrow.

I'll spend the night in Saint Elias. Tomorrow same time it's ok?

Ok, perfect. I'll see you tomorrow.

Saint Elias, Saturday night. Leave it out of your record.

Thanks, guys. See you next time.

Well... that's the hotel.

Can you smell ice cold beer?

Gentlemen, how's going? Hi, Louis.

Hi. - Can we eat?

Also two beers.

Two plates.

Hey, old man. Louis, you also have two rooms?

Thanks.

What's new, old man? - I'm tired... very tired.

I'm not that hungry.

Can I have my key, please? Seriously?

I'm tired.

On your tab? Good.

How you're doing? You got some rest?

This makes 6, I mark 'em.

This is Antoine Serra, the boss. - "Boss" my ass... I work like a mule.

This is Vincent Ogier, from the School of Mines. - Great.

What you're having? - A beer.

Thanks.

How much for the ounce? - 400.

It should be 960... but Serra is the only buyer this side of the Oyapok.

How much do they pay on the other side of the river? - You got gold? Go check yourself.

Watch out... that's got a price tag too.

You've been friends for long? - We're not friends, we both worked for Cayenor.

Are you a geologist?

No. Security.

You saw those vultures around the sites? 10 years ago it was us.

That was a pain in the ass. - We had good times too.

Yes... but employment is not my thing.

I'd rather work on my own.

Claudio, go get Natalie. Quick!

You got a rag or something?

[IN PORTUGUESE] Move over!

You blew it, Davi. You're not fit to go back to work.

Take him to the doctor ad have him stitched up.

You did this? - He was cheating!

Either you come with me to the police...

...or you give half your gold to Davi's family for one month.

Happy hour!

Good job for a city slicker. Where did you learn that?

In Abidjan. My father was in the military and he taught me first aid.

What's your last name again? - Ogier.

I knew a Ogier back in '91 in Djibouti.

Jean-Christophe Ogier, 2nd Marine Infantry. An idiot.

That's my father.

Naughty boy.

No, wait... - You'll like it.

Where's the bathroom?

Naughty boy.

You know I wouldn't bother you about nothing.

This is big.

Come on, Serra, you know me. I'm a professional, just like you.

80,000 and I'm doing you a favor.

What... you don't believe me?

Is that it? You don't believe me?

Go ahead and do your stupid tests!

I'm warning you... in 3 days I'll give the coordinates to the Brazilians.

I'm sorry... I'm looking for the bathroom.

End of the corridor on the right.

Everything ok?

Why wouldn't it be?

You speak too loud, Merlot. You shouldn't drink that much.

Ok... go to sleep... don't sleep with her...

Send her away and go to sleep... it's easy.

Drink this.

Thanks. - Local stuff, home-squeezed.

It's wassai juice, I had this in Biarritz.

It's very good to eliminate toxins and alcohol.

It makes you pee a lot.

Our wounded is getting some more beating.

Leave your father out here! You're not setting foot in this house!

He's lucky you were there, you're their life insurance.

And their doctor... and their sheriff.

I'd run for mayor if they didn't already have one. He lives in Cayenne, 17 hours away.

I thought Serra was the mayor. - He's more like a bank... and social security.

Without him, I wouldn't even have a pair of scissors.

It's been a while since someone from Cayenor came here.

You got prospects around here? - Maybe.

I hope you'll find nothing.

Why? - Because gold makes men crazy.

I've been waiting 8 years for Serra to quit.

So... did you find anything?

Vincent!

I'm coming.

So... I'll see you around. - I hope not.

Can I...?

The chopper is waiting.

Merlot!

The bill. - What bill?

Drinking and sleeping we can arrange, but there's the girl.

What girl? - Anita. 150 for the hour, 200 in the ass.

It's been 4 hours. - I did nothing... just sleeping.

Sleep? - Sleep?

Yes, I just slept. - Sure... for this price, it's a gift.

Wait... he says he didn't... - Shut up. It's 800.

I won't pay for... - 800!

Louis... it's ok.

You slept? - Yes, I told you!

Bruno, there's something wrong here. These readings are impossible.

Why? - The samples from two days ago, your results...

You got them this morning. - But it's impossible.

No gold and it's fine... but there's gotta be silica, the Oyapok banks are full of it.

Aren't these your samples? Date, sites and signature.

No, they're Merlot's. - Weren't you together? - Yes.

You gave 'em to me, I put 'em in the machine and this came out.

You're disappointed? It's normal.

You thought you'd find a vein in your first day in the jungle? No way.

But it's a shame not to check it out...

If we check everything twice, we'll never get out of the jungle. Not to mention the costs for the company.

I understand. - Good.

Is that all? - Your GPS was perfectly fine.

Don't you have homework to do? - Yes.

I can always add a note about your nights of rum and whores.

It's Serra. I had it analyzed. - I told you.

I'm sending Louis to talk.

You never told what Merlot wanted.

Every time they send him out, he comes to me with some new proposal.

Turn around.

And what did you say?

I turned him down, as usual.

Pull up your dress.

More... a bit more...

Don't you wanna go? - I do...

...but I know the cost... and I know the risk.

Merlot has become annoying but it's not his fault... he got old.

Everyone does.

Except you.

Not too tight.

Bruno, could you analyze some samples for me tonight.

No. - You got some pot left? The good one, hydroponic.

Yes I have. You want some? - Here.

My samples... analyze them and give 'em back. All of them.

Go see Merlot in Cayenne. Offer him 40.

Put the money in his hand. If he refuses...

I make him understand what's his best interest.

You struck gold, a lot of it. It's in your email. - Thanks.

Fuck...

Serra, we have a problem. Merlot is negotiating with the Brazilians.

What do you want? - I know you gave fake samples, I had 'em analyzed.

I've been 20 years with Cayenor, you're just passing by.

Who you think they're gonna believe? - They'll believe whoever brings them gold.

Even if they believe you, a mistake can happen. - 80,000 euros is a very expensive mistake.

I heard you yell back at Serra's.

It's simple though. If Cayenor don't believe me, I'll go to the police.

What's it to you if I make some extra cash?

Serra or Cayenor, it's the same.

It's not your gold, dammit! It's nobody's gold! - It's not yours either.

I'm very sick.

Colon cancer... I'm gonna die.

They gave me 5 years at best.

I'm sorry... I didn't wanna put it like that... - I screw them all.

I'll sell them fake coordinates. I cash and I'm out of here.

How much do you want? 10%?

Stay here.

You got the coordinates?

40.

We agreed 80. - Now it's 40. How much did Silva promise you?

Don't touch me, Louis!

Director? Vincent Ogier.

Good morning. - Have a seat.

You know Hubert, our head of security? - Hello.

So... we're all shocked about what happened.

Patrice Merlot, an old friend, ending up in the news like that.

What did you think of your stage director? - Actually, I didn't know him that well...

However... in one month one forms opinions.

Where were you last night? - But... is this a joke?

I have a report by Merlot that concerns you, Mr. intern from the School of Mines.

It says you specifically asked to go to Saint-Elias, that you wanted to meet a "gold gangster".

And that you spoke a lot with Antoine Serra. About what?

About nothing... - Sure.

I didn't even know him... Merlot wanted to go there.

He was the boss... - Did you know Serra is a trafficker?

I have nothing to do with that! I'm sorry but Merlot wasn't a model employee...

If I pass this on to the police, you'll become a suspect.

I think we better follow Merlot's recommendation. - What you mean?

I mean you're packing, you idiot!

Leave computer, tablet, flash drive... everything that belongs to Cayenor.

You'll be searched when you leave. Go pack your stuff, you got a flight tomorrow at 6,30.

Since we deduct the cost of the ticket, we owe you a total of 26 euros. Here's your cheque.

If you talk about this with anyone that could cause problems to Cayenor...

...I swear to God you'll be taking the next plane out of here in 20 years, when you're out of jail.

Merlot is not gonna sell anything to anyone anymore. It's just us now.

I don't see any problems. I saved you 40,000.

You should thank me instead of arguing.

The problem is that you don't see the problem.

That's what scares me.

It's just us, huh?

Hello? - It's Vincent.

Who? - Vincent, the intern. I have a proposition for you.

It's either you, Cayenor, the police or the press. How do I get to Saint-Elias?

Don't bother, I'm in Cayenne. You know Montjoly?

Excuse me, you got a light? - Yes.

You're not one of my father's guests, you're too young.

Aren't you also too young to smoke?

I like your face, it's funny. - Mr. Serra is your father?

Yes. Laëtitia. - Vincent.

Alright, enjoy your evening.

Good evening. - Evening, ma'am.

I'm Hélene, Mrs. Serra, and you are?

I'll show him around.

So you say there's gold here. - Yes.

A lot of it? - Enough to kill Merlot.

Maybe it was the Brazilians, I don't know.

He was selling fake coordinates. I know 'cause I took my own samples.

I told him to stay away from the Brazilians. - I can't be sure it was them, I didn't see the shooter.

You were there? - I was in the house.

But you didn't tell the police. - No.

Not even Cayenor? - No.

Why?

'Cause they treated me like shit.

They sent me back to France. - And you don't wanna go back?

No... I wanna work with you.

There's no shortage of work in this business. - I want 10% of the profits.

Mayor Elarche and the Prefect are here.

Let's go then.

It's here.

I was there and Merlot was right here.

This ravine is an old site.

There's an embankment, a lot of people have been here.

One site there, one here. Maybe farther away.

The river is near for water supply.

10 men. - 8.

It's also easy to be ambushed. From there, there and there.

We'll need at least 3 guards. - Ok.

Are we good? - Yes.

Louis!

You're not gonna give him 10%, are you?

I'm no expert but that high ground might be good to set camp.

I don't know.

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