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This is a work of fiction
based on real events.

It aspires to be art, not documentary.

All events, characters, and opinions
should be taken as such.

OF MONEY & BLOOD

Letters Rogatory.

Seizure Records.

PARIS REGIONAL COURT May 2017.

Hello.

Have a seat.

This hearing is part of

an investigation into criminal acts

potentially linked
to the "carbon credit scam".

This took place in France and Europe
from 2008 to 2009.

Please state your full name

and your position
when the fraud occurred.

My name is Simon Weynachter.

At the time, I was
Director of French Customs Enforcement.

The department in charge of this case.

We are interested in both
your technical and personal outlook

on this case.

It's even been called
the "scam of the century".

Your statements are protected
under the secrecy of judicial inquiries.

So...

everything started in Belleville,

with a certain Alain Fitoussi.

Yes...

Not exactly in Belleville.

MANILA September 2008.

Hello Mister Fitous,
here is your iron, Sir.

Do you want me to personally do it
for you or you do rather do it yourself?

No thank you.

Thank you. If you need
anything, just let me know.

Girls... Girls, oh! Oh!

It's time.

- Money for taxi please.
- Yes yes yes...

Fuck.

What are you doing?

I told you what? I told you you can go,
please go. Maybe tonight I call you ok?

This is false money?

No darling, this is real money...

But I like when the money is
perfect. When it's clean, you know?

You must respect money!

And I respect money.

In Belleville,
they called him "Fitous".

Fitous the Dandy.

When we seized his phones,

we thought he used
a sophisticated code to text.

We brought in forensic specialists,
experts in encrypted languages.

They didn't have a clue.

We ultimately realised it was phonetic.

Fitous couldn't write.

But like all poker players,
he knew how to count.

Fitous was
a Tunisian Jew from Belleville.

"Tunes," as they're called.

He was a drop out.

He got his education from the streets.

He worked
market stalls in the 90s,

then gambling and petty scams,
like counterfeit jeans

sneakers and telephones.

Carbon took things to another level.

"The scam of the century,"
as you said.

Fitous the Dandy?
More like "Fitous the Liar".

You gonna call every minute?

You think I been slacking?

I had nonstop meetings with the lawyers!

I'm a little late, so what?

Wait in the room
and stop busting my balls.

Move it, move it.

This hotel is just fine. It's not shit.

I'm in the lobby, stop harassing me.

What floor?

It's not my fault
the damn air con doesn't work.

Shoulda called reception.

What do you think we did?
They never answered.

The toilet stinks. It's gross.

The noise kept us from sleeping.

I was lucky to find a room.

Every hotel in town is fully booked.

Some sort of conference going on.

There's no available rooms.

My hotel is shit too,

but I don't whine and complain.

I work. We're here for work.

You work? That's news.

Get up!
We got an appointment at the bank.

Don't dress like sluts.

Those clothes are crap.

Find something classy.

Him and his hooligan getup.

Shut your big mouth!

We haven't had breakfast.

You think I ate?

Now we have to walk?

It's five minutes away.
This is the banking district.

Super dangerous.

No shit.

You were supposed
to give us money for clothes!

First you sign the papers,
then I pay you.

That's the deal.

When's our flight?

Tomorrow evening.

What will the bank ask us?

Nothing, it'll take five minutes.
It's just a formality.

- Is this the bank?
- Yes.

Got your passports?

Hello, Sir. Hello, how are you?

- Hello, madame.
- Hello.

I have an appointment
with Mrs Euzébio, please.

Ok.

What's this bank?

An investment bank.

A bank for companies.

A real good bank, stop worrying.

Mister Fitoussi? Can you please follow me?

Wait here five minutes.

Ok.

Very big bank, hein.

Mister Fitoutchi?

Fitoussi. Fitoussi, "S", a "s".

Ah, sorry, Fitoussi.

No problem. This is Elise.

- Good morning, how are you?
- How are you doing?

- It's you I had on the phone?
- Yes.

It's a pleasure to see you.

Same here, Sir.

Ok, if you don't mind, can you fill
up this form to open the account?

I love that!

Nice jewellery.

Ah, my necklace.

Beautiful. It's a present?

Thank you. Yeah, it's a
present from my husband.

Waouh, waouh, waouh, lucky guy!

Ok, by the way, did you
bring all the papers with you?

Your passport.

It's a big big bank, hein?

Yes, we do big business here, Sir.

May I ask you what's your
position in the CORANOR company?

- She's the manager.
- I'm the manager.

Oh, manager.

Yes, she's manager and
she's very good manager, very.

What kind of company?

Import-export.

Hmm, import-export.

We do import-export, we
import, we export produce.

You know, we import stuff.

Ok, so you sell goods and
services, that's what you're doing?

Stop busting my balls
and fill that out.

Just write that down.

Voilà, import-export.

Here.

What's this?

It's a token, it's the
latest generation token.

- Token.
- Yes.

With this token, you can wire to
and from your account at any time,

on any day, and from anywhere in the world.

This token, ma'am...

is destined for great fucking things.

Did it go well?

You sign and that's it.
What could go wrong?

I told you it would take five minutes.

Now we'll go to yours. It's here.

Mister Fitoussi?

And may I ask your position in
the IPA Electronics company?

She's the manager.

Yes, manager. We are in a
import-export business, mainly electronics.

Thank you.

- That one.
- Over there?

Good morning, please follow me.

Thank you.

So you're the manager?

Yes, I'm the manager.

Merci.

Do you have this one,
Glomax, but the big one?

Big like this one. You have?

Show me.

Who keeps the company papers?

What's the deal?

I told you it's legit. It's all kosher.

The account has the company name.
You don't exist.

You trust me or not?

Pay us and we might.

Ah! That exactly what I want.

This is the same than
the last time I take, hein?,

Make good price, please.

You're a business man? I'm a business man.

Give me a better deal.

We'll go here.

What do we risk if we get caught?

What do you mean?

Just tell me the truth.

Is import-export illegal?

Are we selling drugs or arms?

These are solar panels,
for the environment.

Get it?

Where are the companies?

Running an overseas company
isn't illegal.

They just hassle you less here
than in France.

5,000 dollars each?

For ten minutes work and a nice trip.
Not bad, huh?

You ever earn that much money?

Take us out tonight.

- C'mon.
- Who do you think I am?

I have work. I'm not here to play.

I got paperwork.

Gotta deal with the bank,
paperwork, lawyers, accountants.

I'm swamped!
I'll be at the office all night.

Make little piles.

For his petty schemes,
he needed phoney companies worldwide.

It had become his speciality.

He opened dummy companies
with offshore accounts.

He could care less

about the girls
who sold their signatures

without understanding the risks.

Because the affair

ended in a bloodbath.

Yes, that's right.

With billions up in smoke.

When you're a public servant,

it's unacceptable.

PARIS NATIONAL ASSEMBLY
September 2008.

A trillion dollars

of dirty money
flows yearly into the world economy

according to an IMF study.

Criminals have realised that it's easier
to manipulate financial markets

than to rob a bank.

The money stolen from State coffers

means less funding
for hospitals, law enforcement,

education and roads.

The fight against tax fraud,

VAT carousel fraud

and money laundering

has become a crucial issue
for our democracies.

The time has come

to create a new law enforcement unit
to track these criminals.

A unit

like Italy's Guardia di Finanza.

A unit capable
of tracing money globally,

of dismantling
highly complex financial arrangements,

and of infiltrating

international networks.

The unit won't
report to the Interior Ministry,

like the criminal police,

rather to the Finance Ministry,

as a subdivision
of the Customs Department.

An investigating judge

will guarantee
the unit's complete independence.

I repeat, complete.

You doubt our police's independence,
Mr Weynachter?

Not at all, that's not what I said.

How will you recruit your agents?

The idea is to try something new.

We'll recruit from customs,

but I also want to work

with civilians.

We need to think outside the box.

I want us to be more efficient,

less predictable.

Tax Law.

- Here.
- A napkin, please.

Thank you.

Rothschild,
JP Morgan or Lehman Brothers?

The bankruptcy
of Lehman Brothers investment bank

shook the finance world
and proved

that the subprime crisis
is not yet over.

Masked number.

Hello?

It's me.

You never answer.

I tried calling you back,

but you didn't answer either.

I couldn't pay my phone bill.

So, you're calling for money?

No, I just wanted to talk to you.

How are you?

I'm not high
if that's what you're asking.

No, my question is "how are you?"

You think I only call for money?

Well?

C'mon.

Novelta.

22 Rue de Belleville, Paris.

And the other one?

Coranor. Yeah, that's it.

We discovered the scam of the century
by pure chance,

during a banal
solar panel investigation.

Customs, open up!

Customs!

Customs.

This is a raid.

Stand aside!

Customs!
We have a search warrant.

We're here to retrieve evidence.

- Move aside.
- What the hell's going on?

Move aside, I said!

Elise Ganouna?

- Are you Elise Ganouna?
- Yes.

Customs Enforcement.
We have a search warrant.

Calm down!

You speak English?

Those aren't solar panels at all.

Don't eat that, you're crazy.

It's not bad.

Guys, take their computers and phones!

Calm down, ladies.
Everything will be fine.

Mrs Li Yu Phan, do you speak French?

No, I'll translate.

The judge issued a search warrant

for a counterfeiting ring.

On October 17 in Le Havre,

we seized a container carrying
photovoltaic panels imported by Novelta.

Solar panels, doesn't ring a bell?

Then why are you
the company manager?

Isn't this your name?

You sold defective products.

People went into debt over this.

We don't want her,
we want the guys behind her.

She doesn't know.

Call lawyer.

- Don't touch my phone!
- Calm down.

You can't do that.

We need to index your things.

Who the fuck are you?
Let go, you're hurting me!

We have a warrant.

This is your signature.

Don't lie,
you know this company.

And this?
At least 2,000 euros.

That's my money. It's personal.

Original answer.

What's your job?

You have any payslips?

I wish I did.

Let go of me!

Can I have my phone back?

I want some water!

Get lost with your fucking dragon!

You're in my way!

Take your old holiday somewhere else!

What's his problem?

Every year,
you come here and piss us off.

You're scary?

He scare you?

You don't fucking scare me.
I'm Tunisian.

Pick up your shit!

Pick up your sushi rolls
and take them back to China!

This is Belleville, not Shanghai!

Get lost, old fart!

Fitous!

Look at all these Chinks.

Easy does it, kids.

This is for your mum.

Hey, Bouli!

Here.

Take what you want, hon.

Stop yelling!
I been waiting for an hour!

I called, you never answer.

Your car is blocking the street.

Bob!

How's life?

Isn't that beautiful?

Clarisse, this is for you.

Auntie, this is for you. It's Dior.

How are you, Auntie?

- Have you eaten?
- No.

I can't, I have a meeting.

Where you going?

I got a meeting.
You think money falls from the sky?

Bye-bye!

I'll be back!

How's things?

Get a job
instead of drinking all day.

Latifa, my sister. How are you?

For the hammam.

Bouli!

What the fuck? We said 10 o'clock.

Hey, hello to you too.

"I'm glad to see you, Fitous."

It's 10:30, relax.

You'll have a heart attack.

Be happy.

Aren't we entitled to happiness?

Check this out.

- What's this?
- I dunno.

I went to Aubervilliers.

The Manila money.

I'll put it...

Listen here.

Elise is gonna start blabbing
about the company.

No, Elise wants a bonus.

We'll give her a bonus and we're good.

She broke my balls in Manila.

Kept asking questions
about the companies and whatnot.

Did the bank in Copenhagen
send the papers?

The company or the bank?

- The company.
- Right.

IGS asked
why you didn't wire the money.

Because that lawyer Zerbib twat
didn't send me the money.

I called him
and he said the Danes didn't send it.

Some bullshit
about Danish social security.

Danish social security?

- What the fuck?
- They have social security in Denmark.

Come on, it's not my fault.
It'll sort itself out.

I'll come clean.

I should've wired it yesterday.

But I got clobbered at the Club
the night before.

Any idea by who?

Haddad.

You know, with the thick neck.

The bastard.
There's three of us left.

I got two nines, two aces.

And what did the cunt play?

A three-of-a-kind.

Three twos.

He started off with twos.

You ever seen that before?

No way.

That's how he screwed me.

Who does that?

Who plays with twos?

Why fucking Villepinte?

Heard of carbon trading?

Wind turbines, ecology and whatnot.

Like solar panels?

- Seven kW of power.
- We'll be back.

See you soon!

Fuck his seven kilowatts.

It starts at 3:30.

Let's go.

- We're good.
- Yeah.

IT'S TIME TO TAKE ACTION

AN ECO-FRIENDLY FINANCIAL MARKET

Pay attention.

Fucking battery's almost dead.

OVER GREEN CARBON MARKET

So, what exactly is a carbon market?

To fight global warming,

States now impose an annual cap
on polluting companies

to limit carbon emissions.

Should a company exceed its limit,

it can purchase a sort

of "right to pollute".

It's an awkward phrase,
but companies can buy CO2 credits.

Credits are tradable
on the Overgreen Exchange,

where companies
that are under their CO2 cap

can sell their credits

to companies that need them.

Please note, these carbon credits
are subject to VAT,

which means revenue for the State.

Hear that?

The VAT rate

has been set at 19.6%.

They're adding sales tax
to the right to pollute?

Just like with jeans and phones.

Fuck me, babe.

Thank you,
I'm happy to answer any questions.

Overgreen, bravo!

Years later, others
claimed that this scam was their idea.

The media let them have
their moment of fame for the ratings.

A round of applause for VAT!

It's fabulous!

Do you realise?

To me, the media's tacit consent
was inexcusable.

But it was simply
a reflection of the times.

The two women never met,

but their phones
have one number in common.

It belongs to Patrick Haddad.

Do we have anything on him?

Insurance fraud in '95.
Fraudulent bankruptcy the next year.

He cleaned up his act or got smart.

Why did he hire the women?

To be dummy managers?

What's the link between
the Chinese woman and Elise?

The Chinese woman's company, Novelta,

is a shareholder of Coranor,

allegedly run by Elise.

Elise travelled

to Manila in January.

To open the accounts.

For the past five years,
they've changed activities nonstop.

Textiles, mobile phones, heat pumps.

Then Novelta
started importing solar panels.

We have complaints for defective panels.

Counterfeiting isn't their thing.

Their business is VAT.

VAT carousels.

VAT embezzlement was common
amid the Belleville underground.

Can you explain
exactly how this scheme worked?

Yes, it's very simple.

Let's say a French company purchases
mobile phones in a EU country.

Denmark, for example.

VAT is not applied
to transactions between EU countries.

Everything is duty-free.
VAT exclusive.

Once the French company
has bought its phones abroad, duty-free,

it sells them in France
to a French company.

Only this time, it adds 20% VAT.

Normally,
the company reports the VAT

and pays French tax authorities.

But it never does.

It pockets the 20%.
Embezzles it, if you prefer.

The embezzled money

is transferred offshore

and the company vanishes
before we can react.

Everything is in false names.

And of course, there are no trails.

It's as simple as that.

Where is the Chinese lady's bank?

Manila.

A shady operation called CBC.

We requested info.

They'll never answer.

Or it'll take six months.

I won't wait.

Come with me.

I asked for water.

Your lawyer's here.

- You my lawyer?
- Yes, I'll explain. Sit down.

Leave us, please.

She has the right to silence.

Go on. Thirty minutes.

Suspected of perpetrating
or aiding and abetting

organised fraud,
money laundering and concealment

on French soil.

Do you recognise him?

Patrick, my aunt's husband.

Your aunt's husband.

- He's not involved.
- Right.

Do you recognise this man?

She doesn't.

Why do you have his number?

She doesn't know.
Maybe he's a client with a restaurant.

What does your company do?

Coranor.

I told you, import-export.

Import-export is too vague.

What kind?

This man

recruits dummy managers.

Do you understand that?

She doesn't.

It's someone like you
who sells crooks their name

to front a company.

Usually a fraudulent company.

You know what you import and export.

Phones, clothes, TVs, motorcycles?

What did Haddad tell you?

She has the right to silence.

I hear you.

What did Patrick Haddad say?

She doesn't want trouble.

Talk and you won't have any.

Legally, you're their accomplice.

You'll do time together.

Jointly. Get it?

Yes, I'm not stupid.

So if this fraud is worth ten million,

everyone pays it back.

Understand?

You fronted their companies!

I'm innocent!

What the fuck? Ten million what?

Get a grip.

- I'm innocent!
- Calm down.

Look at me.

You'll go down with them.
A dummy's an accomplice.

Whoever recruited her

has no qualms about destroying her.

- You know that.
- What did you think?

These are Sephardi Belleville Jews.

Family ties go back generations.

It's a community
with rules, families, cousins, secrets.

You think they grass?

They grew up thinking

that cops couldn't touch them.

Good thing I'm not a cop.

I've met a few cops
who'd love to see you screw up.

You got a high-pressure job.

Is that why you're edgy?

Tell me...

Do they pay you cash too?

Your fees?

Guys like you
don't defend nobodies like her.

Something else is going on.

What is it?

Who sent you?

- See you soon.
- You sure will.

We're grabbing a drink with the team.

We thought maybe...

I can't find the Novelta file.
Do you have it?

Yeah, I'll get it.

The Novelta file.

Thanks.

Here's their banking file.

- Sure you won't come?
- Yeah. Have fun.

Goodnight.

Bye.

Does the boss have family?

Yeah, a daughter.

How old?

Twenty.

I think it's complicated.

He's a widower too.

Anyway,

he dodges personal questions.

You ever see him outside?

Nope.

Hey, losers. You're dead meat.

Get ready for a bloodbath!

100,000 for Jérôme.

Place is hopping.

Yeah, it's pretty busy.

100,000.

That's yours, doll.

Thanks.

What a bunch of clowns!

How's it going?

- You lost big time yesterday.
- Yep.

Nice table, you'll see.

Good players, but you can win big.

This is David.

Our friend Alain Fitoussi.

Fitous.

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

Came to lose your cash too?

If only I'd brought more.

Draw for seats.

You're all going down!

Go beat off.

Small blind, big blind.

I'm out.

5,000.

Opening bet.

There's 47,000

and I raise you 25,000.

Raised.

Your turn.

But you've been losing all night.

On my mother's life, I got gold.

I'm way in front.

Either I'm bluffing, or you're a noob.

Look, I got two aces here.

Think carefully.

Take your time, babe.

Let him play!

Fuck you!

Shut your face. Let him think.

Gentlemen, please.

It's simple math.

I know every card you've played.

Up here.

Here, too.

Show some decency.

We know you have a good hand.

You know me, I'll play anything.

But I'm on fire this time.

Two aces.

Fold.

Two, ace!

I destroyed you!

You got screwed!

72,000, up yours!

- I didn't lie.
- Damn glad I folded!

How much?

72,000.

What's his name?

- Jérôme Attias.
- And?

He has a trading company.

Loaded?

Frydman family. Real estate.

Loaded as fuck.
His dad-in-law is worth a billion.

Compared to him,
you and me are kebab vendors.

Just so you know.

Sorry. Did I miss anything?

- Not much.
- Still got cash left?

Everyone rubs shoulders at poker clubs.
Thugs, tycoons, Gypsies,

movie stars.

They'd never meet otherwise.

You spot who's rich,

who you can fleece.

Real gamblers
never leave the poker table.

It becomes a way of life.

It's like a double life.

It's all you think about.
Cards, bluffing,

money lost or won,

debts you hope to clear
at the next game.

It becomes an obsession.

Money stops being money,
it's adrenaline.

A hard drug.

March 2009.

DEAUVILLE RACETRACK

The starting bid is 50,000.

50,000 over here.

50,000, 80,000.

100 thousand.

120 thousand?

350... 400...

450 thousand!

500 thousand.

- I'll park there.
- That's not visitor parking.

- Why not there?
- It's reserved.

Reserved?

Who are we bothering?

Hey, I'll go.

Coming.

- Parked far?
- They hassled me to the end.

I gave the stupid security guy 100 euros.

There's so much money here, bro.

Have you seen Attias? Is he even here?

Want me to scope it out?

He's here.

They're in the auction room.

A cunt on a horse is still a cunt.

300 thousand in the gallery.

400 thousand!

420... 450?

480 thousand.

500 thousand at the back!

600 thousand for the gentleman.

Once, twice, sold!

600 thousand!

Hammer price!

Thank you, Mr Frydman!

Beautiful, isn't he?

No way!

No way!

I thought it might be you.
And it is!

How's it going, buddy?

I'm happy to see you.

Hello, madam, sir.
Nice to meet you.

Nice horse.

I'm no expert in horsies,
but that's a nice one.

Did you buy it?

No, my father-in-law.

Fucking hell.

You buying too?

I can't even ride.

A donkey, sure. Not a horse.

I came to eat sole on the beach.

And to hit the casino.

Big game tonight.

I'm with my family.

No worries.

See you around.

Bye, madam.

Good to see you.

Congrats on the horse.

Who's he?
Where did you find him?

I met him at the Club.

He's a joker.

That's an armoured car.

That fucker didn't even notice me
with his bloody horse.

Got a phone for me?

Even his horse ignored me.

Hello, Bouli?

- How are you?
- Good. What's up?

I never seen so many fancy cars!

There's helicopters, everything!

Did you see the father-in-law?

He's in front of me.

Ashkenazi?

100%.

As Ashkenazi as they get.

- What's the plan?
- I'm going to the casino.

Big game tonight.
I'll catch Attias there.

You working on the CO2?

That's all I do!

I just popped downstairs for a plate.

- Okay.
- I swear.

Kiss Auntie for me.

Our house is burning

and we look the other way.

We won't be able to say
we didn't know.

The Earth and humankind are in danger,

and we are all responsible.

It's time to open our eyes.

On every continent,

alarms are sounding.

Europe is beset by natural disasters
and health crises.

The American economy,

with its ravenous appetite
for natural resources,

seems unsure
how to regulate its needs.

Carbon Markets Explained.

Gimme a king! C'mon!

Let's go!

This table is fucking boring!

Bunch of old fogeys.

It's like a game of bridge, bro!

If I pull a king...

you're all toast.

C'mon, a king!

- Sir, please.
- Chill.

I've been laying good money
on the table,

I can take my shoe off
and go "a king"!

Last warning!

A king or I leave it here.

A king!

He'll calm down.

Relax!

Put your shoe back on.

Gimme a king.

This is Deauville. Shoes on!

This doesn't feel like Deauville.

It's a cage,
and the king passes by

with his whores and feathers.

I want a king,
like the one who came to Tunisia.

Make a bet, we'll see.

I'll bet if I want to.

I'm Tunisian,

and your king came to Tunisia once.

Louis XIV.

There are photos of it.

Actual period photos.

They show the king slurping ice cream.

Lemon, pistachio, vanilla...

He ate that ice cream like a pig.

Then he said:

"An ice cream stand at Versailles
would be great!"

So he made the Hall of Mirrors
to eat ice cream.

A king, a king...

Okay, okay!

I'll stop.

Want my scarf?

See you, losers! The king is gone!

Tips for everyone!

Tip, tip...

Let's go.

I'm the King of Belleville!

He's mad.

No way, he knew he was losing.

Are you sure?

He put you all to sleep.

For the Deauville Casino!

Facebook is worth more
than General Motors.

Know why?

They own nothing.

No machines, no stock, no factory.

Just offices and ideas.

He's not even 30.
Imagine what he's worth.

I tried stocks
and I got fleeced like a sheep.

That's normal, you're a beginner.

Gotta learn the ropes.

My dad was a butcher in Belleville.

Know what he said on his deathbed?

"Capitalism is the freedom

of a free fox in a free henhouse.

Don't lose your feathers, son."

Feathers...

Nice car!

How much?

200 thou? 300?

400?

And that backside! Wow!

- You like cars?
- I love that ass! I'd fuck that.

Let's go for a spin.

No, I got work.

Just a quickie. C'mon.

Abel, give me two minutes.

You can't drive here, you're crazy!

It's not allowed!

Boredom's not allowed!

What a thrill! Thanks!

Call me, Sephardi bastard.

I will, don't worry.

That was incredible!

I don't trust him.
He never looks you in the eye.

I think Fancy Pants wants to slum it up.

OF MONEY & BLOOD

Subtitles:
Julie Meyer & David Pickering.

Subtitling: Hiventy by Trans Perfect