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Go on, try this.

Do you like it?

-It's got quite a kick. -Yes, I know.

-You know? -You seem to like the product.

Is there any way I can get more?

It depends. It's not me who decides.

Because it's your friend's?

Maybe.

Okay.

Got any stuff left?

You've sold it all?

You kidding? I got everyone snorting it.

It's selling fast. No kidding. You got any left or not?

I think I just got a hit.

The guy over there.

I talked to him. I told him the gear's yours.

He wants a little chat.

The guy on the balcony?

You did well.

Stop acting suspicious.

-How you doing? -Good, you?

-Having a good night? -Very good, yes.

-Is this your place? -Yes.

Who gave you permission to sell in my apartment?

Have you tried it?

What, the dope? Yeah.

So? How do you like it?

It's good.

Yeah? You like it?

Good, 'cause I've got a lot more of it.

-So, are you interested? -Yes, I am.

But not tonight. Not in front of your girlfriend.

Okay? I'll call you.

What are you doing here?

I heard it on the air.

It's my sector, I like to know what's going on.

Can you turn him over?

Can you give me a hand?

Sure thing.

What did he die of?

A hemorrhage, probably.

One, two...

Tell me.

What's going on?

Talk to me. You're driving me crazy.

William, what's wrong?

I fucked up.

I got screwed over by a CI.

Okay, right.

I thought I was helping him cover up something small.

Turns out, he was involved in a robbery gone wrong.

What do you mean?

I'm an accomplice to a fucking homicide.

Hang on, who is this CI?

Stan. The guy you showed me at the barbecue.

Oh, fuck! Not him.

He screwed you over.

Don't worry, he'll know who we are.

If I rat on him, I'm dead too.

He's just a shitty small-time thug.

We'll keep an eye on him, nab him when we get the chance. Okay?

A body found in the water has no traces of DNA.

They'll be pissed off at Homicide.

Fuck, there he is.

He's coming out.

I see the little bastard.

-What's he doing? -He's getting in the car.

He's starting up.

-Here we go. -Go, go!

Fuck, this idiot is going to Paris.

Dubai is crazy.

The tower's set to be 3,000 feet tall.

Did I mention the elevators?

One minute to go up 2,500 feet. Can you believe it?

You don't give a shit what I'm saying.

Real estate is not my thing.

Look at the big picture.

You'll need to invest your drug money, right?

So, what's your plan?

-I'm going to work at Rothschild's. -That's a stupid idea. I've done that.

You'll handle millions, but the money will never be yours.

Two gin and tonics, please. And keep them coming.

-Right away, sir. -Look...

If you stay here, you'll always be an Arab from the projects.

What?

If you stay here, you'll always be an Arab from the projects.

Whereas in Dubai,

you can be the little Frenchie everyone's fighting over.

Have you fucked Lola?

You haven't.

You haven't fucked her.

Don't you want to?

You're in love. That's why.

Do you want to fuck her or not?

What are we talking about?

Everything. Life, women, all of it.

You want something, you take it.

So, what are we doing? You taking my gear?

You have a good instinct. I like that.

I'm not hungry anymore. Let's go.

Come on. Let's have some fun.

I'll go get my car. Wait for me outside.

Hey, look.

What's the Jebli brother doing here?

He's driving me crazy.

-Is he gonna bite? -He will. Give me some bags.

What's he giving him?

I thought he was clean.

Wait, they're not alone.

-Take down the plates. -Yeah.

-Did you get it? -Yes.

-Who do we follow? -Stay on Stan.

Yeah, Tonio. Can you run a plate for me?

Okay, hang on, baby.

Right, 9-0-2 Alpha Charlie Tango 75.

Arnaud Mazouz.

Three convictions for fraud, accessory to kidnapping, narcotics.

Where are you now?

We're near the projects.

Yeah right, take me for a fool.

DO NOT INVESTIGATE NOTIFY OCRTIS

Fuck, he's wanted by OCRTIS.

Come on, seriously, where are you?

Don't worry, we can handle it.

Fuck you, guys. They'll know I've looked up the file.

The whole OCRTIS will get an alert.

Okay, I have to go. I'll call you back.

Thanks.

Okay, he's a big fish, Arnaud Mazouz. OCRTIS have him on file.

That's good for us. We'll get Stan.

Look at that. A nice little gathering of thugs.

-Hello. -Hi, this is Allyah.

From OCRTIS. Remember me?

Of course.

I talked to a colleague of yours. You're onto Arnaud Mazouz?

Yes, I mean, no. We're onto...

We're onto a guy who's in contact with Arnaud Mazouz.

Are you on a stakeout?

-I'm in front of the Arch. -Okay, stay there.

Why?

She's on her way.

-How are you? -Great. You?

-How you doing? -Good, you?

Hi, darling. Catch you later.

There's the boss.

-How are you? -Great, you?

I want you to meet my little Pablo Escobar.

This is Alain, he's the boss here. Driss, a friend.

Welcome, Driss. How are you? Want something to drink?

-Anything. -Champagne.

-It's always champagne. -Ilies, champagne!

What's up, guys?

Care to explain?

We're tailing Moussa Jebli's brother. He's with Mazouz.

Mazouz, that's Racheton's turf.

Who's Mazouz?

He's a daddy's boy, studied finance.

He started out in money-laundering, then set up some huge fucking scams.

He's a big party animal.

He runs security in several clubs

and supplies all of Paris with coke.

Okay.

What you got on underneath?

Why?

Behind me.

Okay, I see them at the back.

Talk to me.

Driss is treating his new friends.

Fuck!

What are they doing now?

The best coke in all of Paris.

This is the real thing.

Do you have a lot of this?

-That depends. -On what?

That depends... Come on, show me what you got.

You came here to offload your gear. Can't you spare two more grams?

Hey, Driss, you got something there. What's this?

Oh, gotcha!

Sorry, sorry.

-Sorry. -Come on, he's just joking.

Come on. Chill out, man!

Fuck, you made him leave.

Hang on.

He's on the move. Let's stay here, he'll be back.

This reeks of a deal.

-I'm leaving. -What?

-I'm leaving. -Wait, it's okay.

I didn't come here to party.

Don't worry about it. He was just messing around.

Let's talk business. Come on.

I wasn't expecting this from the Jeblis.

Coke is haram for them.

They find loopholes in their principles, just like everyone else.

You too?

Drop the case, okay?

If Racheton finds out you're onto Arnaud, he'll destroy you.

I'm off.

-What's the price? -30 grand for 2 pounds.

30 grand?

How about 28?

29 grand, and you buy 20 pounds.

Deal. Let's do it next week, okay?

-No, we're doing it tonight. -Why the rush?

I don't like people who hesitate.

I'm not hesitating. We'll do it, but at my club.

Did she dump you? What happened?

Driss and Stan are in the middle of a deal.

We can't arrest them. I promised Allyah.

You promised Allyah? You're married to her or what?

Ah, well, no, that's fine, then.

We'll bust them in the act, I promise.

Relax. It's fine.

This is my place. We can do whatever we want.

Have fun. Don't worry, we'll get to your thing too.

Sophia, get up.

-Take care of him, all right? -Okay.

Come on, get up.

Go have some fun. Enjoy yourself.

Do whatever you want. It's on me.

I'm paying.

How long do I have to stay for it to be believable?

I don't know, 20 minutes.

These days, Arnaud can't even get it up.

He gets annoyed and calls it a night.

Do you know him well?

Well, yes, he's the boss.

You okay?

You been doing this a long time?

No. Actually, I'm studying at Sorbonne.

Literature.

I need the cash, so...

What do you do?

I'm doing my master's in Political Science.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

Sure.

Can you move over, please? Sorry.

There's the gear.

It's happening.

Let's wait till they're inside.

Let's go.

Let's bust them.

What are you doing?!

What do you think is in the bag? Swimming stuff?

We need to catch them making the deal.

Get down! Move!

-Stop it, you bastard! -You're my whore!

Beat it. You're my bitch.

I'll put you back on the street.

We gonna let her get beaten up?

That's not why we're here.

You'll stay on the street.

You'll work for me.

-Get off. -Let her go.

-Get off! -Stop.

What do you want? You looking for a fight?

Have you grown some balls?

I'll make you my little bitch too.

You're desperate for my money.

You'll work for me.

You'll be my little bitch...

-What do we do? -Come on, let's arrest them.

Stop acting crazy!

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

Fuck, they're gone!

There!

Come on, move it.

Quickly!

-Get going. -What's that?

What the fuck is he doing?

Fuck, it's our colleagues!

What do these jerks want?

-Turn on the flashing lights. -We don't have one.

Motherfucker!

-Show me your hands! -We're on a chase.

-Get out of the vehicle. -It's okay. We're cops.

Fuck!

-I said, get out of the vehicle. -Fuck.

-We're cops. -He's armed.

-Fuck, they're colleagues. -We good?

We're from the 93, guys.

Well, you don't belong here.

Where were you?

Answer me, Driss.

I was with a guy. I had something to take care of.

You turned off your phone?

Like a real thug.

Who were you with, Driss?

Driss, answer me.

-I had something to take care of. -What the hell were you doing...

I have 30 pounds of cocaine to sell

Moussa has debts. Some guys came and threatened me.

I have no choice.

Where does this coke come from?

I can't get you involved in this.

So you're pulling away from me?

That's worse.

I'll sell this coke, and it'll be over.

It's my family. I don't have a choice.

I'm your family too.

Can we talk in front of him?

-Yes. This is my place. -You've made that clear.

We're good for 50-50.

On one condition:

We stop the war. We're in this together.

My problems become yours.

Are we good?

We're good.

I have a condition too.

I want to be your partner in Morocco as well.

Whatever you bring back from there, we share it.

You're tough in business.

Hey, boss. It's okay, you can go. I'll stay with him.

You okay, bro?

Show me.

Does it hurt?

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

You're still better looking than me.

I got scars too.

We can be the Scarred Gang.

Occupational hazard.

Métis is getting out, it'll be okay.

You have nothing to worry about. I've spoken to him.

I hear you're not eating.

What's gotten into you?

KILL ME

Are you serious? No way.

You're not just a soldier, you're a warrior. I need you.

You hear me?

Julien, look at me. I'm not gonna abandon you.

I'm going to do what you asked me.

This is your request for release.

I changed my mind.

Tell the judge I want to talk to him.

-What are you talking about? -I'll take all the blame.

-We have to get Julien out. -Wait.

Your brother is getting into deep shit because of you.

What are you talking about?

He's selling coke to pay off your debts.

What do you mean? What coke?

He's got 30 pounds of coke on his hands. He's been threatened by some guys.

You know what that means for me?

What that means for him?

Twenty years in prison.

I don't want him to throw his life away.

So you're going to sign, Moussa.

I can't abandon my friend.

I just can't.

You'd rather abandon your brother?

Moussa, I don't give a fuck about your buddy, is that clear?

Just sign this fucking paper.

I have coke. I have to sell it.

I don't have a choice. That's why I came to you.

You thought I didn't know?

I won't touch this stuff. It's a sin. It's death.

It's for losers.

I live in Paris. People are going crazy for it there.

There's a lot of demand, Samir. A lot.

You have to open up... Evolve.

I said no.

It doesn't feel right.

That's a shame.

You know how much is a gram worth?

80. I've got 30 pounds.

Do you know how many zeros that is?

You've got no customers here.

You leave that to us. We'll bring the customers to you.

He can guarantee us the nicer neighborhoods.

We'll bring all of Paris to your turf.

You'll do well.

You'll like it.

Whether I like it or not, Moussa will never go for it.

Moussa's not here.

Fuck, he's out.

We're going to sell your coke.

Are you going to sell it on my turf?

No, you're gonna sell it.

A lot of it.

Your brother and I are partners now.

Fifty-fifty.

Little Jebli's all grown up.

50%, that motherfucker!

50%!

We have no choice.

If we cut it and double the amount, it'll work.

Fuck, Mappy.

These should be 1-gram parachutes, not 1.5.

You're fucking up the business.

A buddy of mine gave me the contacts of all his customers.

How much is a gram? 80?

Change it to 60 and send back a series of texts.

Your business phone. Don't confuse it with your personal one.

Mix in the lidocaine.

CAROLINE €60 ON THE TURF

A little gift for the baby in the station.

-A suitable container for you. -What's in it?

-Just drink it. -What's up, guys?

-What's up? -You okay, Tonio?

-Yeah, I'm fine. -A little gift from the team for the baby.

This isn't beer, it's piss.

Okay, enough joking around.

We have a big problem.

Where's that from?

The Jeblis' turf?

You're a genius.

Apparently, it's been around for a few days.

Driss is running his brother's turf.

What are you talking about?

He's the one we were tailing in Paris.

We'll finally get them. What's more, we're on home ground.

Hold on. Calm down.

We don't have even the beginnings of a case.

We'll need to collect proof of purchase,

catch customers, locate the stash houses.

We'll do all of that.

Yeah? Without a surveillance hideout?

Fuck hideouts. They're useless.

Who's gonna be on the stakeout? You, Eminem?

What a nice bunch of wimps we've got here.

Are you guys scared?

Here we go again. He's back.

Listen up, boys. Let me explain it to you.

I'll infiltrate the group of crackheads near the deal point.

You got anything, man?

Do I look like Santa Claus?

Don't worry, it'll open soon.

When I've identified the customers waiting to buy the dope,

I'll give you their description.

Just wait at the projects' entrance.

BLACK HAT GUY

AMBULANCE DRIVER

I've never seen you here.

I've never seen you before.

-What's your name? -Nidas.

"Nidas."

That's the Greek king, right?

No, that's Leonidas.

That's where you guys come in.

You pick up customers,

collect proof of purchase, and you write up the reports.

WOMAN WITH SHORT HAIR

But we're not going to stop there.

Did you change the batteries?

They're for the walkie-talkie, not your Game Boy.

It was for my sister. She needed them.

Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap.

The kid's pissing me off.

We'll finally understand how the fucking turf works

and what role each person plays.

All we have to do is locate the stash house.

Then we'll have an airtight case.

Easy, right?

Hey, you! Hey!

What are you doing?

Who are you talking to?

Stop smoking that shit.

-You've got balls. -Get out, beat it. Beat it!

You too, get out of here!

Beat it, you bunch of junkies! This is my turf!

You smell like a goat.

Oh, fuck!

-You overdid the camouflage. -Oh, wow!

My cover's blown, guys.

You all right, Granet?

You don't look too good.

The minister wants to issue a statement on the suburbs.

We need to impress her. How's the case coming along?

-We're ready, boss. -Really?

-Yes. -Granet?

Well, we have...

We don't have the stash house.

But apart from that,

we're ready.

Okay, I'll call the prosecutor's office.

You did it, man!

Stan is finished.

How much do you want?

Ten grams.

-How much do you want? -Twelve.

How much do you want?

Fodé, the batteries!

Boss!

Go, go, go!

Get out of here!

Cops!

Get out of here, Fodé!

Here!

Don't move.

-Let go of me! -He's armed.

This is my turf. Son of a bitch!

Your hands!

-Bastards! -You bastard, let go of me!

Fucking let go of me!

-Come here. -Faggot!

Move.

Son of a bitch.

-Look back here. -Move, or I'll hold your arm like this.

Let go of me!

Fuck, it's the cops!

-Move. -Not out the window!

Coke spotted at tower three. I repeat, coke at tower three.

Go, Mappy.

No wait, not that way.

Don't go that way, it's a dead end!

I'm outta here.

Let go of me!

I didn't do anything!

-Hey, you! -Fuck.

Stop!

-It's locked. Damn it. -Anyone in there?

-Should we wait for the ram? -No, there's no time.

Nothing in there, just trash.

Wait, I think I heard something.

Narcotics to all officers, we're clear.

-Okay, guys, let's go. -All right, we're pulling back.

Fall back.

What's wrong? You scared?

Calm down! Don't move!

You wanted to fuck me, motherfucker?

I want to know all about the Jeblis.

Okay?

If you try to screw me over again, you go straight to jail.

Fire!

Oh, Julien! For fuck sake, Julien!

Julien!

What are you doing?

Guard!

Guard!

The door!

Fire!

Guard! Open the door!

Julien!

Sit down.

So, are you happy?

You got your photo in the papers.

Yes.

Yes, man, that's good. Your brother can sleep soundly.

I got the discs back. Everything's in order.

You're fucking amazing, man! I owe you.

We've had Stan bugged for over six months.

He was close to Moussa.

He was my first CI, boss.

I got played like a rookie.

I guess you could put it that way.

Concealing evidence,

accessory to murder,

drug trafficking.

That's some heavy shit.

You got something for me?

Arnaud Mazouz. He works with the Jeblis.

Don't fuck with me.

We know that didn't work out.

Nothing.

What are we gonna do with you?

My son. My baby.

My darling. My baby.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Are you serious? You hide your phone inside.

-Otherwise you get six months. -Okay.

I spoke to your uncles.

They don't want to work with us anymore.

They're dealing directly with the guy from Lyon now.

Your brother wasn't quick enough to pay him back.

We lost the turf.

We have nothing left.

I'll go and see them.

I'll go to Morocco.

We'll go together.

I'm coming with you.

So?

The Jeblis have lost their uncles' trust.

They plan to visit them in the Rif mountains.

Do what you need to do.

-Yes. -Boss, it's William.

I have some information for you.

The Jeblis are going to Morocco.

Pack your bags, you're coming with me.

Creative Supervisor Jennifer Weiser