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How do you want me to get in if you don't open up?

- I kept ringing like a fucking idiot! - I told you to wait for me.

Wait? I should have taken the weed instead of than waiting like an ass!

Hey Marco, I'll come by at 2pm.

I'll call you back.

Seriously, do you get what I'm saying?

When I tell you to wait, you wait! Don't ring, don't think, wait!

- Wait like an asshole? - Yup.

Simon, what's up?

When did you get back?

- Come here! - Now then.

Look, what you've made me do, for 2000 euros!

- For my money! - Our money!

Think I've got time to drive around your fag 'hood ?

- I was going to... - Going to what? Call me?

I'll have it soon... I swear on the Koran, Dan!

Swearing on the Koran? You a fake Jew?

- Did you grow some balls? - I'll have it in three days, I promise!

- This fucker always says three days. - Three days...

Ok, but I know where to find you.

Don't push me Thomas, it's for your own good.

Three days...

Simon!

Sorry, bad signal.

My name?

Who gives a shit?

You'll end up knowing who I am.

I'm the guy at the party that no one knows but everybody wants to invite.

Welcome to Snowland!

The A-hole of the Mitterrand, Great Mazinger and Balavoine generation.

Mush, meth, dope, skenan, hash...

and the whole shebang from Candy land.

We gave up our dreams of happiness and space travel.

We discussed big soccer transfers, while downing THC cut with scooter tires.

Techno and electro had our brains vibrating inside our skulls.

We flew over the capital 40 years after the '70s.

But the lessons from the hippie generation

had been digested the wrong way and shat horizontally.

And everybody had the same dream:

Cash, dough, bread...

that crumpled green paper with a president's head,

to suck fucking great tits always sweeter and juicier than the last.

Blow...

I left it to the Escobar of the Hauts-de-Seine.

We were into the small peripheral traffic.

Variable rate loan and the fixed rate of a bitch slap.

But make no mistake,

the three babes sniffing the dust that should have been Delo's

the guy wandering around the club, and the other pig-headed assholes,

are the result of the same Venezuelan butterfly effect.

The dictionary of another bastard with a dream,

another bastard who keeps hanging tight,

another bastard in geostationary sleep, in Snowland's orbit!

I think we'll have to go back...

My dream... I couldn't imagine it without my daughter.

We'll go back there in two weeks.

After she was born, I couldn't imagine anything without her.

Of course I love you.

We spent our time together talking about pastry, travelling...

I'll come pick you up. I promise.

Recreating all the pastries I saw every morning and couldn't afford.

That was my childhood dream.

Between an alcoholic father and a whore of a mother,

I was the archetype unsociable kid.

Despite all the half-assed academic counseling

my whore mother rubbed her ass up against my internship advisor.

The guy took things way too far,

I got just a little bit too angry,

my rolling pin hit his head just a bit too hard...

As a result,

I got 13 months in juvie.

Salem came and gave me half the alimony. Where is the other half?

Katia.

- Yeah? - It's Salem, open the door.

Yeah, hold on.

My own private Freddy Krueger.

The money's coming. I won't have anything until next week.

She's a tough one, too. She's had a shitty life...

but our lifestyle wasn't her thing.

- Shut up, I told you to wait! - Be careful how you talk to me!

Fuck sake! Who keeps ringing the bell?

She couldn't stand me bringing the streets to our home...

...it clashed.

Yeah, you know what?

You're going to use his big dick to scrape your shit-smelling throat, OK?

Asshole! You're not worth a quarter of the shit my throat handled.

You're only good for working the streets.

I only had my daughter left.

Your 6-year-old daughter is more mature than you!

Sure, more mature than me.

I wanted to share my dream with her.

Even when I'm asleep you piss me off!

Is that fucking coke whore with you?

Keep my daughter away from her or you won't see her again.

A lovely dream.

Go on, try me!

A warm dream...

that never left me.

Stop thinking you're the queen of France, you don't have the ovaries!

What ovaries? If your dick worked, you'd know where my ovaries are!

A virgin land for pastry.

Yeah, keep talking!

Where no one would know my pig-headed face.

So long!

I was saving dough....

about to reach my goal...

A one-way ticket... No return.

Australia.

The Magliana dudes... there were ten guys, and they took Rome.

Ten guys from the ghetto and they we're fucking unrivalled.

Kidnapping, ransom, hold-ups...

They had it all! The only thing out of their reach was dealing.

They figured out the money was in coke, smack and the hard stuff.

The thing got so political that it reached a whole new level!

From there, those guys got respect from the big boys.

Those guys were like us!

They started out with nothing and they became kings.

We need to expand, get bigger, adapt, dominate, fuck them all!

- When was that? - 40 years ago.

Something to think on... they had it all!

What do they have now?

They're dead.

All dreams have a price.

THE DEAL

Nothing is too big or too small.

- Hi Dan! - Hi Arab!

- Hey! I told you not to call me that! - OK, OK.

He calls me Arab!

And of course,

I was a few thousand Euros away from the Holy Land.

- Call me later, we'll talk then. - Dan, I got this for you.

That's the one! Thank you.

Have a good one guys!

- Bye Arab! - Stop with the Arab shit, I told you!

- OK, OK. - Fuck this guy!

See? That's typical Arab!

He's a Paki. I don't talk to him about Pakis...

- Drop it. - What do you mean drop it?

I'll be there in ten. I'm going to pound you hard!

- Bitch! How are you doing buddy? - Great and you?

You think with your dick, buddy.

If you'd seen her... A real bitch... Argentinian.

- Her pussy smells like pampas. Here! - Shit! Can't be older than 18.

- Don't you ever wash your hands? - I like to wake up with pussy fingers.

You're right.

Don't change a thing. There.

Thanks, dude.

Speak to your chemist. I need 1.5 grams of ket by next week.

1.5 grams? OK, I'll keep you posted.

- I'm off. - Wait! I also need a kilo.

- A kilo of what? - Charlie.

You know I don't do charlie.

Yeah... but it's Fashion Week,

I don't have a single gram, my supplier got busted.

I'll pay full retail price.

Hash, weed, crystal, fucking Oreo condoms if you want,

- but no snow. - I wouldn't ask if I wasn't in deep shit.

I need it tonight.

You know I haven't worked with blow since Medhine.

Medhine is ancient history. Don't you need dough for your trip?

I helped you out last time with the Corsicans, my turn now!

I'm not worried.

I know you'll find it. 80,000 a kilo, it's a once in a lifetime.

- I need it by 3pm. - A kilo in 3 hours? Just like that?

Be cool, man.

With your connections, it should be easy. Think about your kangaroos.

Think about the Aussie girls blowing you, selling croissants to high society.

- Blow me. - 3pm, my place.

And that's how, in only 3 minutes, a decision fucked the course of my day

- Chris called, something's wrong. - Let's go see Delo.

- What? - Get the car, I'll be right back.

We work with him now?

Or should I say...

fucked the course of my life.

THE CLIENT

Because that life was made of rules,

tips...

Your fiancé is still making noise.

- I'll tell the homeowners association! - Sure.

- I'm talking to you! - Stop fucking with me!

Fucking with you?

You're so stupid! You got wind between your ears or what?

- Do you have to smoke? - Stop breaking my balls.

You got any brain cells left? Come here!

Tip number 1:

In this business, if you don't want to spend time in jail,

you need to master two things:

- Hello sir, what's going on? - Who the fuck are you?

The happy hand...

I came to get what's mine!

Get the fuck out.

...and the painful hand.

Follow me!

The happy one,

bribes those who protect your well-being,

and the painful one,

smacks those who threaten your interests.

They say a koala can live twenty years without a drop of water.

My old man must have had the same genes as those bastards.

Why Delo?

Simon wants some charlie.

- I said yes. - Fuck! I've want to do this for years,

and you change your mind now?

A kilo at full retail price! We can make 40,000 to 50,000 in 3 hours.

- Fuck yeah, I said yes. - 50,000?

- Fuck. - Don't get too worked up.

- Why? - We're splitting it 90/10.

- What? - 10% now and the business when I'm out.

- You're kidding me? - Don't complain.

- I'll never understand you. - What?

We're making a shitload of money!

What with the porn and the dope...

and you want to go bake cakes in the Indian Ocean?

- Pacific. - Same thing.

Fucking different. You'd know that if you'd gone to high school.

And when the fuck are you going to change the car registration? We're 2 days behind.

I'll go on Monday for your fucking registration!

We're on our way up and you won't shut up

- about registrations and koalas! - I've been doing this longer than you.

One day you've got cash and the day after nothing.

You end up sucking dicks in the joint. Well, thank you but fuck you.

I'd rather get out with my asshole is intact.

- What about Chris? Is she coming? - Chris is a whore.

She has all she needs here. She doesn't need me.

The only passport for junkies is drug abuse.

She's worked for you for three years.

You crash at her place 24/7 and you hide your crap in her building.

You really think she'll let you go without a fuss?

I bought everything she has.

Fucking her for 3 years didn't turn her into a pussycat.

- But you're still fucking her. - Return on investment.

- But you don't pay. - As if I'm going to pay what she owes me!

- Technically, she's your girl. - She's a whore, alright?

She works for me and I protect her.

Like an actor and his agent... they get you work and take their cut.

- Get it? - You don't make any sense. Look...

You say she can get along without you... then you say she's useless without you?

So, you're either dumb, which is a given,

- or you think I'm the dumb one. - Shut up, you're pissing me off.

Since when you are smarter than me?

- Since middle school. - Look, middle school!

- You dummy! - You dummy!

No! I said it first! You're the dummy.

Tip number 2:

Avoid seeing people you don't need to see...

- Can we see Delo? - Pastry Chef!

...who tell you their misfortunes.

"My cat was eaten", "my mother was raped", "my son..." whatever...

How's your friend Medhine?

I haven't seen him for quite a while.

And then you have the worst...

...the bad guys.

Follow me.

The really bad ones always do one thing.

They always give you the worst nickname possible.

Pastry Chef! How are you?

They have a flair.

Good... surviving. And you?

Fucking diabetes...

They know where it hurts.

He who lives off flour will die from high blood sugar.

I need you to advance some goods.

A kilo.

A kilo, that's something. What's the recipe? Talk to me.

How much for a kilo?

Pastry Chef...

You don't go from space cake to meringue just like that.

It's not the same discipline.

Last time I did business with you, I went into insulin shock.

How much for a kilo?

Pastry Chef...

- I don't like problems. - It's an easy deal, no intermediary.

One delivery. It's done in 3 hours.

40.

32.

37.

You'll have your cash at 4pm.

- 35. - 35.

OK for 35,000.

Pastry Chef...

You'll have your cash at 4pm.

You and afro-man here, will take your asses to Simart Street...

There's a number 23 on Simart Street. At number 23 there's a key-code panel.

After that there's a door...

Once you're in, the Lunch Shift will give you the ingredient.

After that...

get your baking done and deliver my cake at 4pm sharp.

Without fail.

Warning: brainwave in 3, 2, 1...

I had an idea when you were talking quantity with Delo.

Oh yeah? Go ahead, scare me.

Okay... We have a kilo, right?

Well, I know a guy who can add 500 grams to it.

We'd make 30% to 40% more profit.

Not bad, right?

So, we'd cut a kilo of pure white with some dude you know, right?

Yeah.

And who takes the additional 500? Simon?

- Well yeah. - That's the idea?

- What? - You know Simon doesn't take shit.

He only buys good stuff.

And yeah, we're all friends in the snow station!

You'd take him the kilo, he'd bring his associates,

he'd shoot you and sink you in the Seine. Basically, he'd fuck you up!

That's right! And I'll tell you something,

I don't need more. My share is enough.

I'm happy and I leave.

What time is it?

1:10pm.

We have to deliver in 2 hours. Let's drop the package at Chris'.

Why don't we keep it?

Looking like pillars of the community as we do...

you really want to get put away!

I'll put the bag in the basement and be right back.

Wait here.

Tip number 3:

THREE LITTLE PIGS

Expect the unexpected.

Without the unexpected, the slammer would be empty.

That man lives in the building, it's true.

- You're being an accessory here. - An accessory to who?

An accessory because you're withholding information.

Three plainclothes cops asking questions...

What else do you want to know?

...who came for more than answers.

- What about a visit to the station? - I don't know anything!

It wasn't a coincidence there were pigs hanging round

the place I used as a stockroom.

No armband equals no warrant and crooked cops taking freebies!

Dan!

- Dan? - Yeah.

- The cops dropped by. - Yeah, and?

Some assholes called them about that guy earlier.

It won't lead anywhere.

He'd rather hide than confess to his wife that he fucks a whore in dirty Paris.

Really? Why did you hit him then?

- And why did you talk to his wife? - How did I know it was his wife?

- Why does he come here anyway? - How the fuck would I know?

- You never know anything! - Dan, stay, I want to make love.

I don't have time.

You have time to talk to your bitch! Don't you want me anymore?

Stop that, I'll be back in an hour.

Tell your clients not to use the toilet, there's a leak. I'll fix it, later.

Hey, Dan!

Don't move!

Spit, motherfucker!

These three were my own crooked pigs.

- I just said hello! - We're talking to you!

So, you beat people up in the street now?

And they'd smelled the truffle.

We got a report of a guy being dragged down the stairs by a blonde guy.

Weird, because I was at my wife's all day. You can ask the porter.

The porter! Yeah, of course!

She's addicted to the ATM,

she won't kill the goose who lays the golden eggs!

I don't know what you mean! But I can help with your partner's breath.

I have a couple of bottles of Jack at my office that should do the trick!

And with two bags of E in my throat, I had to play it shrewdly.

They knew I'd end up shitting evidence, if they kept me.

- Yeah. - Did you get my message?

Oh, fuck...

- Are you running? - I can't talk right now.

...and shit!

I wasn't going to tell them anything...

...or sleep in a cell for some E.

I'm going to make these bitches run.

At least the E was intact.

As for the rest... those sons of bitches.

HOT AND HEAVY

HOT AND HEAVY, STILL HORNY BUT NOT AT THE USUAL PLACE

IBIS HOTEL IN CLIGNANCOURT 4PM NOT POSSIBLE BEFORE KISS

Tip number 4:

What the fuck is he doing?

One thing the dealer's handbook doesn't teach you...

...you're alone.

All alone in your shit.

Even with a court of ass lickers and subjects who want the best for you,

even with the most loyal whores at the foot of your throne,

at the end of the day,

you'll be the only one to pay the price.

You're alone when there's nothing to fill the void of failure.

The loneliness of being up to your neck in shit.

The loneliness of feeling the cold of Slug's machete on your neck.

The loneliness you feel when you look into the abyss and it stares back.

The abyss in Delo's eyes when he realizes I don't have his stuff.

There's something missing from the toilet. Where is it?

There's something missing... where is it?

I don't know! If it was valuable, why did you put it there?

- Did you go to the bathroom? - Leave me be!

- Who was it? - Leave me alone!

- I'm not going to ask you twice! - Leave me alone!

- Where is what I put in the bathroom? - Leave me alone!

I've been too nice to you for too long, you fucking whore!

Let me go, son of a bitch!

- Where is what I put in the bathroom?! - Oh, you want to fuck me!

- Where did you put it? - Fuck! You want to hit me?

- Where did you put it? - Go on, motherfucker!

Go on, fuck me!

Dan? What the fuck are you doing?

You OK? Are you OK, sweetie?

Leave me alone.

- What the hell is going on? - We're in deep shit!

- We are dead! - Why?

No more coke!

- It's gone... it's not where I put it. - What do you mean?

I'm sure she took it, fucking junkie!

Wait... maybe a client took it? We don't know.

Get the fuck out of my apartment!!

That's the moment you know which hand is going to come into play.

POTERNES STREET

- What's going on? - Listen carefully, lady...

- Anybody been up today? - I only saw you!

- Oh yeah? - Other than that, I didn't see anything.

- Nobody? - I swear!

Wait, Dan! Calm down!

Nobody went up?

A man... he came to get his stuff back I believe.

- What man? - The man that you... oh God!

- Son of a bitch! - Did you see anybody, are you sure?

- Who? - Did you see anybody else?

- I'm talking to you! - I didn't see anyone

Alright, fuck off!

Check the phone!

The phone!

- Here! Here! - Got it.

Send this number to Linux. Come on!

Yeah but... even if he took it, what's he going to do with a kilo?

He doesn't look like a dealer.

If it's not him, it's her. And I'll come back and finish her!

Sure you looked everywhere?

Are you kidding? I put it somewhere, it's not there anymore!

Yeah OK, but I think... Wait!

Franck Rosier.

16, Lanternes Street, 92, La Garenne-Colombes.

Poternes Street!

Motherfucker!

3pm and we don't have the bag anymore. We're really in deep shit, now.

Why did you hide it in her toilet?

The cops were in front of the basement, what else could I do!

Tell Simon he won't have his stuff on time.

That's already done.

What were you doing when I called you?

I was hiding! What would I be doing?

I just took off when I saw the pigs!

Hiding's your area of expertise, definitely!

Like how?

It flew out of your hands?

You got caught by the pigs?

You resold it and you're ripping me off...

I don't know... use lube if you're going to ass fuck me.

You know what puts my mind at rest?

That you're not worried.

That leaves two options...

Either you're crazy, or you have the money.

- Are you crazy, Pastry Chef? - No.

So, you have the money?

- No. - No?

OK, well...

we'll have to find a solution then.

I know where the product is.

It's just a setback.

Are you sure about that?

If you know where it is, why tell me you don't have it anymore?

Well, it's...

Someone jacked it and I've got to go get it now.

Actually, Slug should come with me.

Feel like hanging out with them?

DAD MOM

Dan, my little Dan, you're screwing up, buddy.

You think I did it on purpose?

It'd be worse to screw up unwittingly.

Don't worry we always find a way. Right, Dan?

Don't be a smartass with me, I've known more stubborn.

Ask your friend Dan.

- So, is it here? - Yeah.

One of Chris's clients.

He's the only one who went inside after I left the bag.

- I'm sure it's him. - You left it in a hooker's apartment?

For fuck's sake, you're both equally dumb!

What kind of dude are we talking about? Beefy? A junky? Armed? What's he like?

Quite big, white, strapping, middle-class.

- And apparently a father. - Shouldn't be too complicated.

You Arab, watch our backs.

- Let's go. - OK, OK.

So, I'll stay here in case someone shows up then.

Run away and I'll cut your balls off, got it?

Yeah...

Tip number 5:

The only advantage of being in a jail cell...

is you're not alone.

I had the crème de la crème of torture, free of charge.

- Yes, who is it? - Hello Madam! I'm Inspector Touré.

A highly trained animal.

Neighborhood investigation, there's been an incident at number 18.

Caught in the act, attempted murder...

he got 7 years.

Truth is, the cops found him working a guy's eyes with a heated spoon.

At the verdict, the prosecutor said he was nothing but an instrument of death.

Worth no more than a bullet.

Since then, everyone's called him Slug.

What's going on?

- Lisa! Leave her alone! - Who's in there?

- My daughter and her friend, upstairs. - Go get them!

- Get over here, motherfucker! - Franck, who are they?

In life

Don't worry

- You'd better tell me everything now! - What? I don't understand!

You stole from me!

Where's my fucking bag? I won't leave without it!

Where did you put my bag?

Are you going to talk, you moron?

Where did you put my bag, asshole?

Stop!

I'm going to search the house.

If I find the bag, you're dead.

No, we're doing it my way now.

Leave her alone! Leave her alone, for fuck's sake!

Dad Mom

I love you so much

You have 3 seconds. Then I'll fill your daughter's mouth.

I'll rape her in front of you all.

- And then I'll cut her arm off. You hear? - Tell them!

Tell them what you took! Just fucking tell them!

One...

Dad Mom

I love you so much

Dad Mom

What did you do to them? Tell me!

Tell them, for fuck's sake!

I didn't take anything! I don't know what you mean!

Two!

This is your fault! What you stole doesn't belong to me!

If you don't give it back, we'll all be dead by the end of the day!

Please...

Three!

Why did you go back?

Open your mouth.

I love you so much...

I went back for the ring!

- What ring? - My wedding ring!

It took it off to fuck her and left it in the apartment.

My wife noticed and called the last number on the phone.

I went back so she wouldn't find out I sleep with hookers!

- Fucking asshole! - You bastard!

When I came back, a guy opened the door, he told me to fuck off and I left.

What guy?

- Describe the guy! - I don't know... Arab, curly black hair,

with a bomber jacket, a little shorter than you.

Your captain and his crew are pleased to welcome you on board.

Warning... we will experience turbulence during this flight.

- Sorted? - It's not him.

- What? - What the hell is going on?

If it's not him, who is it?

We need to catch the motherfucker! If it's not him, what do we do?

Take me back to Delo's.

I need to talk to him.

Thank you for choosing to fly with us, today.

We hope you enjoy flying with Snow Airlines.

Go to the hooker's and find the bag. I'll talk to Delo.

- The Arab is staying with me. - Really, what for?

Shut your fucking mouth, OK?

I told you not to mess with me, shut up and come with me!

What? Dan! Dan!

Why do I always meet guys who don't give a shit about me?

COCK-EATER

I think I like to suffer.

Not waxing your pussy, doesn't mean you turn into Rapunzel.

Yeah, maybe.

But see, with Dan I thought it would be different.

- You thought? - Yeah, but I still think it...

- Fuck! - It's when he looks at me. His eyes...

It's not the same.

- Not the same as what? - Not the same as the other guys...

It's not just about fucking. You see... it's...

That guy is no prince charming.

On top of being a blonde gorilla, he's ungrateful!

You've been together for three years. He never took you on a trip, or anywhere.

He's exploiting and cashing in on you. What do you see in him?

There are good looking guys everywhere.

You've never stayed with anyone more than two weeks.

What do you know about relationships? Super faggot!

This faggot's probably seen bigger and better cocks than your white monkey.

You just don't know him, that's all.

The few times I tried to approach him he almost ripped my throat out!

So, that's charming!

Hey, cock-eater!

Have I not told you to install a door latch?

How have you been?

- I'm good. - You're good?

What?

There's a weirdo in the stairwell, can you come?

Yeah, on my way.

I've never seen this guy,

can you come and check if it's for you?

Yeah, I'll be there soon.

- What did I do to you? - What did you not do?

You!

- Where is it? - Yeah, I took it.

- Where is it? - Up your ass.

How does it feel to be fucked in the ass?

You can't have downed a kilo in two hours. Where is it?

- In your ass. - The coke you stole, where is it?

- Stop! - Everything I found I put in my nose, OK?

Oh yeah? I swear you're going to tell me.

I didn't do anything!

- I didn't do anything! - Stop!

- Stop!! - What?

Leave him alone!

- Then tell me where you hid it. - I don't know what you mean!

Stop! I don't know what you've heard, but I didn't do anything!

Why was Salem here when I came back? Why was he in the apartment?

Salem... Salem who?

He fucked me, that's all.

I wanted him to fuck me and he fucked my brains out.

As he was fucking me, I was thinking about you, babe.

- Move! - I'm a hooker, not a thief, my love.

If you ever touch me...

Dan will take care of you.

Because he and I are like this.

Right now, we're taking over Paris.

We're climbing to the top.

Everybody will know who we are and call us sir.

Then there will be VIP tables in restaurants and bitches...

Rome, London, Barcelona, New York!

Kings of the city, motherfucker!

You're like Medhine. Small dick, big mouth!

Does Dan adopt you all from the same pound or what?

- Wait, who the fuck is Medhine? - He liked to open his mouth, like you.

He tried to sell snow with Dan. He thought he could fuck with Delo.

He stole the money and went to hide in Belgium.

Slug found him, brought him back and stripped him in front of his parents.

He had a dick this small!

Slug cut off his feet and fists in front of his mother!

His family repaid everything he stole on that same day!

And then...

he sent them back where they came from.

I think we're going to have a blast when we see yours.

According to Slug, your friend left out a few details?

Come on, I have nothing to do with this.

Smells like a lie, doesn't it?

Why were you at Chris' when those guys were chasing me? Don't lie!

Wait Dan, calm down.

I only went to her place to make sure everything was OK. That's all!

You stayed outside at that guy's house, because you knew he would recognize you!

What are you hiding? You fucking her?

She provoked me, OK? So yeah, I fucked her!

I only did it because you said she was a hooker and you didn't care!

Did you pay her?

I didn't touch the blow, alright?

- Did you pay her or not? - Alright, enough with your drama.

Come here, son of a bitch!

On your knees! Get down!

On your knees, on your knees!

Here, here!

Take off your clothes!

You know what's in here?

No.

Every time I walk by a bakery,

if it looks good quality...

I can't help but go in and buy a vanilla slice.

Do you know why?

Because you like them?

I love pastry dough.

The creamy texture.

The balance of the two ingredients!

You understand, surely?

Vanilla slices are exquisite.

But I have diabetes. Do you understand my dilemma?

My heart and stomach would love it, but my brain says no.

In the business, you're kind of my vanilla slice, Dan.

I like you.

Be careful not to put a strain on my health.

He doesn't want to tell us anything.

I know him, he's not lying.

If you keep saying it's not one of yours, I'm going to start thinking it's you!

Go fuck yourselves, you fucking niggers! That's all I have to tell you!

Nothing more to say? You don't need your tongue then.

Open!

Stick your tongue out!

And why be able to hear if you can't talk?

You have a brave friend! We're going to give him a halal death.

Do it!

Well!

Don't mention the bag again.

I want 40,000 for my product.

Plus 30,000 for the cleaning and moving of your buddy.

70,000 before midnight.

Yeah, get her on the phone.

There, it's for you.

Hello?

The guy from the stairwell is sitting on my couch.

How is Lena? Everything OK?

Lena is OK, but I'm not!

What have you...

- I'm warning you! If you hurt my wife... - Don't you threaten me, Pastry Chef!

You're not in a movie!

Bring me my money and we'll move on.

It's 6pm on my watch.

After midnight, I kill one of them every hour.

We have now reached cruising speed.

Get ready for some turbulence.

Seventy thousand.

It's enough to turn your stomach.

You start thinking about so much nonsense.

Salem... that rat.

He only ate kebabs and never spent a penny.

He must have saved a lot of bread. Couldn't you just have shut your mouth...

My old man, the bastard who spent his time beating the crap out of me.

That asshole never has a nickel.

The money I saved for pastry school... all went down the crapper.

Where am I going to find 70,000?

If I had a gun, I'd get my hands dirty.

Like old times with Medhine.

Snatching shoes, phones, purses.

Here we go, I grab the phone and I make a run for it.

If he puts up a fight, he gets jab to the face.

This chick, a punch to the boob and I grab the purse. Quick stuff.

I make 200 Euros with a phone, 150 with a purse,

Same thing for the dickhead with his credit card.

I could turn it to cash at the local Paki shop.

Fuck, how many of them would I need?

At least 350.

I'm not going to bring Delo a truck full of phones and stolen bags.

Who the hell can I sell 350 phones to?

No two ways about it...

First I need to collect debts.

That's something at least.

I'll only get what I'm owed, with threats and violence.

And then, dealers, associates, junkies,

barmen, gamblers, hookers,

players, students and even the riff raff.

Those bastards have been driving me up the wall for months.

Today is payday. Hand over or it's my hand over your face.

You poverty stricken sons of bitches. I'm going to bleed you dry.

A good old Viking pillage, where the house won't accept checks.

And this will be our statement for Tip number 6:

When debts lie in wait, loot, before you cough up.

- Hi, buddy! - Linux!

Big Ben Prod.

- Where is Salem? - He went for a ride.

A company I was one of the main shareholders of.

Got a video of Chris? When you bringing her here?

- We'll see next time. - Hey, my Danny!

I got the two nerds after class.

The big boobed hipster joined as PR and recruiter.

Take me, now, with your gladiator good looks.

- Dan is in the house! - Hey Ben!

- How's it going, boss? - Smooth. Relax big boy.

Check this out.

- Oh, alright. - 52 years old, 210 lbs.

Riding her felt like fucking a beanbag!

- The ultimate blast! - So, what is this? A new category?

Yup! Chubby French MILF in the Amateur section.

This motherfucker made her howl for over an hour!

I thought she'd cough her lungs up.

Know what she said to him?

Last time my pussy was worked this way, was during my first labor !

Linux and I called it the BMB: Big Mature Bitch!

Then, we can do extended versions:

Chinese, Arab, Asian, pregnant, hairy...

- Is that a wedding ring on her finger? - A problem due to casting on the fly.

- Why so sulky? Dan, what's going on? - I'm in trouble... Delo's after me.

- I owe him and he has me by the balls. - How much?

- 70,000. - 70,000?

- Yup... - Damn!

You never do things by halves! Don't worry, I'm sure it'll get better.

Any idea how to make it better?

Dan, if we had money, we'd lend you some.

Shut up, I'm not talking to you.

I'm sure you hide your dough somewhere.

Right, Ben?

- What's up with you? - Nothing.

I'm asking a question. Does that bother you?

Not at all.

So, answer!

I don't know, Dan.

it's time for you to go. You're wasting your time here.

- You'll be luckier somewhere else. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Are you serious?

Are you kicking me out?

- Don't get mad. There's no point. Peace! - Clear off!

Are you crazy?

- Where's the money? - He broke my nose!

- Where did you put the dough? - Stop for fuck's sake!

- Where is it? - Behind the fucking screen!

Behind the screen?

- You're fucking nuts... - That's all you got?

- Are you kidding? - That's everything. We bought equipment.

We put it all into this place. Stop it!

Fucking cowards!

What can I even do with this?

All that for peanuts.

Yeah... everything's alright.

Yes.

Yes.

See you later.

Lena, honey, come over here.

Yeah, I've had a hard time.

Are you still OK?

Where?

Okay. I'm on my way.

- Which class are you in, Linou? - Her name is Lena.

So, which class are you in?

Second grade.

Do you have a boyfriend in your class?

You're sleepy, right?

You want to go to bed?

Come on, let's go.

- So, do you have a boyfriend or not? - Come on, muffin.

Sit down!

You want to be my friend?

Oh, Dan!

- What's up with you? - Sorry, buddy.

I had to draw on our reserves for some E. You got the stuff?

Awesome.

- Go get a drink, I'll be right with you. - OK, see you later.

EVERY NIGHT SHE SAYS: NO COKE TONIGHT.

What?

Want some?

No, thanks.

Actually, I think I will have some.

Die!

Die!!!

Die!

The seed of anger was germinating.

Time was going by fast.

People were getting nervous.

My rule was to never screw anyone over.

Don't ever screw your most loyal client over.

When the wolf is hungry,

when the pack is afflicted,

when his family is threatened,

he's on the prowl.

He seeks, he wonders,

bides his time...

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

...and inevitably,

nature reasserts itself.

Hey, Dan! Dan!

Fucking hell!

Marco...

Fuck.

Didn't you have to call me back this morning?

- Yeah. - Anyway, no big deal, sit down.

Go have some fun, girls.

It's a guy-only conversation.

Dan, this is Nassim.

His family is from Qatar. His cousin just bought PSG.

There's fucking good business if you're ready.

Soccer players are down with uppers!

Nassim can help us set up an official deal.

So, when can we meet to talk about it?

Look, I'm a real magnet for trouble today. It'd be good to sit and talk about it,

but I won't be available for a while.

I've got to deal with Simon first.

- I have to go. I'll call you. - Wait, wait! Finish your drink.

Don't be an idiot. We're talking big money!

Five digits, 60/40.

If only you'd told me earlier...

- Forget it. I have to go. I'll call you. - I will call you!

Dan, Dan! See you later!

Ah, Dan! Sorry to keep you, it's chaos tonight.

Give it to me. I'll taste it.

Hold on...

- You got the cash? - Don't worry. Gimme!

What the fuck is this shit?

You fuck me over, you give me cleaning powder?

You really thought I'd buy your shit?

- I'm robbing you! - You're robbing me?

We've known each other since we were kids. I'm your best client and you rob me?

So what? What's this?

That's GHB, son of a bitch!

That's what you fuck your girls with? Where did you put the dough, asshole?

OK, I don't have the money.

That's why I told you to wait. Fuck! A payment is on its way.

- When? - In one hour, sharp.

- Who? How much? - The Belgian.

The Belgian, bald, face like a legionnaire.

He'll come by taxi in the rear courtyard. 100,000 euros!

- Yeah, 100,000? - Yeah.

- What are you doing? - Open up.

No, I'll end up in a fucking coma!

I have no choice. Open the fuck up!

Yeah.

Where were you, Dan? I've been trying to reach you for an hour!

Did they do anything to you?

And how is Lena?

I fucked up.

I think I killed one of them.

You have to come, Dan.

I can't handle it here alone.

Okay, I still need an hour.

Lock yourself in and wait, OK?

I'm begging you...

don't fuck this up.

Seeing as bad things come in threes, some A-hole had to poison me.

And on top of that, with my own product.

Fucking Qatar!

Son of a bitch.

Soupape!!

What's going on, my friend?

I don't have time, I need a gun. Let's go inside.

People came because it was customer services for the business...

I need a gun.

...and Soupape was the cancer specialist.

The one you meet in the early stages of your cancer,

when the tumor is spreading.

Since when do you use weapons?

Forget it, you don't even want to know.

Every chemotherapy has a price.

I only have a Kalash left anyway.

He was an honest man,

but bleeding me dry for a machine gun...

This was Paris not Kosovo.

- What do you want me to do with a Kalash? - That's all I have.

It's not enough, I need more.

More? Like how much?

I was still quite hammered,

but not enough to forget that with Gypsies...

...no pain, no gain.

They have my daughter.

I have to rob a guy. If you help me, you get a cut.

You're going to go with Coco. He'll take the money for the Kalash.

With him?

Got a problem, homie?

A dealer up to his eyeballs with Ket, a gypsy sociopath armed to the teeth,

for a 100,000 euro ambush in the middle of Paris.

- Hey, buddy, I'm driving. - Alright.

Now... we had a winning team.

The prison gates

Will soon be closed

For fuck's sake! Don't you have anything else to sing?

- You don't like Johnny Hallyday? - What?

You don't like his music?

You're sure he's coming?

Of course! He said in an hour, he should be here soon.

In a cab.

Enjoy the fresh air.

You know what?

You should stop taking pills.

- You know how to use the Kalash? - Yeah, don't worry.

Here.

Remove the magazine.

Woah! Are you fucking stupid?

Give it to me before you blast us.

Don't fall asleep! Is this him? Look!

- It's him. - Get the gun ready, I'll be back.

Are you the Belgian? Simon sent me. You're late.

- Where is he? - Come with me!

You know the one about the Blond and the Gypsy robbing a Belgian?

Don't move or you're dead.

- What the fuck is this? - What do you think? Give us the case.

No?

Let it go!

For once...

Belgium isn't getting fucked!

- There's only stupid contracts! - Did you check his shoes?

His shoes?

Bundles of money in his shoes? Are you fucking stupid?

Hey, what are you doing?

- You sure you didn't take the money? - I don't have a thing!

- Are you sure?? - I have fucking nothing!

- Hey, calm down! - We'll settle this at the camp.

Fucking Simon!

Now you know it!

The asshole fucked us hard. He took us for a ride.

You tried to fuck with us, is that it?

You wanted to steal the Kalash and run.

Think for a second.

You think I'm going to steal a gun I can't even use

to rob a guy with no money?

I'm the one who got fucked over, don't you think?

We're going to use him for the call shop.

Are you nuts? This motherfucker is not coming with us.

I'm missing one man for the call shop. He's coming with us.

Any problems, we get rid of him.

Trust me.

Go get the stuff.

THE HOLD-UP

OK, we have a deal for you.

You always played by the rules.

So, listen up...

A friend who was supposed to work with us is in the joint, so you'll replace him.

Is there a problem?

- Not feel like it? - No, it's not that...

Will there be dough for me?

Half of my buddy's cut.

What do I have to do?

What you just did with Coco... steal!

OK, we're good, guys.

Asshole! You told me you only had one AK left.

This is family gear.

- Family members only. - By the way, what are we robbing?

A call shop.

It's going to be alright.

It's going to be alright.

- Got a light? - What?

- A light? - No, I don't smoke.

Are you deaf? I told you I don't smoke, move!

- I can't hear you. I need a light. - For fucks sake.

Wait for me here.

- Don't move, motherfucker, - Step back!

- Who are you? - Get inside! Hurry, motherfucker!

- Who the fuck are you? - Stop!

Don't shoot!

- What do you want? - Where's the cash?

- Where's the dough? - What dough?

Where's the dough, son of a bitch?

There's no dough!

Where did you put the keys, you fuck?

Watch him, Dan.

- Don't shoot! There's no money here. - Where is it??

Take it easy.

Calm down.

Stop!

Calm down!

- There's no money! - Drop it, asshole!

We're good, I found it!

No money? Come with me!

Careful! You're hurting me! I'm coming!

No money?

Return to sender.

I was fucked.

There you go, my friend.

What's wrong? Not happy?

No, but... It's more than enough for what I've done.

You did the job, buddy. I saw it.

Take it.

I owe you one. I won't forget.

You alright, my friend?

When you say you owe me, does it mean you'll do me a favor?

That's what it means.

On the floor, motherfucker!

So, dog, you enjoy kidnapping?

- Who are you, you fucking... - Shut up!

Look down! I said, look down and shut up!

Motherfucker! You'll need more than gypsies to save your life, Dan!

It's not your day, dog. Move!

I'm so happy to see you!

Look at me when I'm talking.

When everything falls apart...

it feels like it was planned.

Like the devil on your shoulder, decides to take it out on you.

A hand coming from above, turning you into a puppet.

And you witness your life going to pieces.

Helpless.

You'd think the gods were bored and only entertained by our misfortunes.

They can't be bored with me.

Standing still. Never on the ground.

Avoiding obstacles. Never crawling.

Eyes were made to see the horizon, not your back against a wall.

He killed the woman.

Give me one good reason.

I have Delo's money.

The whole amount. All packed-up.

Kill me and you don't get anything.

With that guy's body and no money, it's you Delo will kill.

The mother of my child, Slug.

My wife.

Let's go get the money.

I give the money to Delo, nobody else.

Already been fucked over today.

Don't move, dog!

Drop it.

I leave here, I call Delo, I bring him his money and we're even.

On my daughter's life.

Come on, let's go.

Prepare for landing and remember this:

When a Gypsy gives you a tip, not a word that exists in their language,

prick up your ears!

Especially when it comes from Soupape.

You have a beautiful daughter. Take good care of her.

Take the cash. Get the hell out!

No. I'll pay back my debt.

I want to be free.

Free? Only money will set you free.

If I were you, I'd go right away.

If only I had listened more carefully,

I'd have avoided getting fucked over again.

I decided I wanted a different life,

to tell the truth, not to lie anymore.

To tell my daughter she won't see her mom again,

that I was all she had left and that we were about to go away,

to places not even her books can take her to.

My love?

In 24 hours, I'd decided, I wanted to start with a clean slate.

To become a good guy.

Dan!!!

A nice guy.

But the truth is,

just because you hold your shit in,

doesn't stop it from staining your pants.

Open up. Open the door!

Hey, why you don't come see me anymore?

Mom said to Dad she doesn't want me to become like you.

But I'm nice!

Yes...

- Hello. - Yeah.

So, you're leaving with your Dad?

Yes, to Australia. He'll bake lots of apple turnovers for me.

Australia? Are you going for a long time?

Forever, but you can't come.

Listen,

you're going to come with me and I will give you something, OK?

Come on, let's go.

You would have killed me and my daughter.

Why didn't you call me earlier... to avoid this?

Yeah, I know, you lost your nephew.

And I lost the mother of my child. So, again, we're even.

As for the rest, I have it.

- How much? - 70,000 in 100 and 50 bills.

- Come over. - No, I'll drop it off somewhere for you.

If I want, I can disappear with it!

I have my daughter and Slug will never find me where I'm going.

OK? I'll give you the address...

What happened, honey?

You always end up paying for the shit you sow.

There will always be people to remind you, no matter where you go,

no matter what you do, that you're a slacker.

And you will always live with the bastards you left behind.

Bitch!

You can't build an empire without taking slaves and sucking dick.

The day the slaves revolt...

the only thing left is dick...

and you learn the hard way.

Are we going, daddy?

Where are we going?

Far.

To Australia?

Even further, honey.

Standing still. Never on the ground.

Avoiding obstacles.

Never crawling.

Every dream has a price.

I'm off!

Direction:

No man's land.