All language subtitles for BLOOD.COAST.S02E01

Why does your name come up every time
shit happens in Marseille, Benamar?

PREVIOUSLY

- Arno!
- Back off!

Fuck.

- And the girl?
- She's dead.

We'll take care of the body.

- Sorry for the poor welcome.
- I was warned.

- That I was a jerk?
- A sexist, misogynistic, rude one.

But handsome.

He knows I protected him for intel.

Give me Benamar.

The cash envelopes,
the deals with Ali Saïdi.

If I go down, you go down.

"A WOLF RAISED BY DOGS REMAINS A WOLF"
SZCZEPAN YAMENSKI

THREE MONTHS LATER...

Guard!

BLOOD COAST

BEHIND THE WALLS
EPISODE 1

He got messed up.

He got worked over.

I swear. Covered in blood, bro.

He got fucked up.

Come.

Come on.

Achille, you gotta believe me!

We didn't know we were in Saïdi territory.
I swear!

Shut the fuck up!

Didn't anyone tell you
not to deal on Saïdi territory?

I can't hear you! Come on, say something!

Shove that up your mom's ass!

Up my mother's ass, huh?

You're a tough guy.

Okay, smart-ass,
I'll show you how serious I am.

No, he's not a tough guy.
What are you doing?

Don't do this now.

Stop whining, you faggot!

What's wrong, you little bitch?
You think I'm scared of that knife?

You think you're a thug, huh?

Huh? Keep going.

Acting like a smart-ass
with that busted face of yours, huh?

Like, "I'm a tough guy"?

What's your name?

What, you want to fuck me, faggot?

- Mehdi, don't...
- Shut the fuck up!

So, Mehdi?

You're a dead man.

You know that, right?

Fuck, he's busting my balls.

Huh, you son of a bitch?

Look!

Let's see if you scream less
than your friend.

You thought you were smart, bitch.

- Police!
- Fuck!

Come on, let's get out of here!

Get the fuck out!

Come on, let's go.

We're good.

Start the car!

Fuck!

What are you doing here?

Hey, Tatoo... Let me go, please.

They're driving a Mercedes GLE 350 SUV
with a German license plate.

Three men. One Black man,
two North-African. Identity unknown.

Send the info to all patrols,
but be careful, they're dangerous. Okay.

Where's the other one?

He took off.

- What do you mean, took off?
- He left.

How? You were here.

I don't know. I heard gunshots outside.
I went to help you.

When I came back, he was gone.

He probably used the knife to get away.

Did you think
he was gonna explain everything?

What are you talking about?
Tatoo, cut the bullshit.

What happened?

Talk! The crime squad
and the rat squad are going to show up.

Don't you think
we're in enough trouble as it is?

It was Mehdi Djaoui.

He grew up in the Marronniers.
We grew up together.

- So?
- So, he has nothing to do with this.

He has nothing to do with it.

Have you lost your mind, Tatoo?

Even if he's your buddy, you can't let
a dealer take off in a case like this.

- What were you thinking?
- You never fucked up, huh?

Okay, everyone calm down.

We'll talk about this later.

What do we tell the others?

Did you know it was Mehdi
in the Rose projects?

No, I didn't recognize him right away.
And he told me he had gone to Paris.

I hadn't seen him for ten years.
He was there for business.

Okay.

We never saw him, okay?

We were staking out the Rose projects.

We tailed them,
but they took off with the courier.

By the time we intervened,
they'd killed him.

Is everyone okay with this?

Okay.

I should have made sure it was safe.

- How did they get in?
- Gimenez.

- They threatened to go after his family.
- "They"?

Murillo put a hit out on you.

So, they want to transfer you to Nîmes.

What do you want me to do in Nîmes?
I'm staying here.

You don't have a choice, Mr. Benamar.
It's a court order.

Since when do you administer justice
in under an hour?

I don't want my daughter
to drive four hours to visit me.

It's hard enough as is.

It's for your own safety.

My safety? What about Murillo?

He'll be in solitary confinement
in a high-security wing.

Wow. Nice.

I'll feel much safer that way.

Which is why you're being transferred.

To avoid any further incidents.

A cop in prison is on borrowed time.

It's up to you to be more cooperative
and... we'll see what we can do.

Fuck you.

Excuse me?

You shouldn't take it that way.

You've kept me here for three months,
fishing for intel I don't have.

Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Do you know why?

I don't reveal my sources.

Never. Come on, Mario. Let's go.

Do you know who did this?

We just have a description.

How did it happen?

We came across them in the Rose projects.

We saw them pick up a lookout
and put him in the trunk.

We immediately gave chase.
And they brought us here.

Why didn't you intervene faster?

Did you have to wait for this bloodbath?

Do you know about the Rose projects?

I am familiar with them, yes.

Then why do you ask?
Without backup, we had no chance.

What about you two? How did you get here?

Is this an interrogation?

No, but it could become one.

- I just need to understand.
- Understand what?

Why things go to shit
every time you intervene.

All right. You'll have my report
on your desk tonight.

- That would be great.
- Consider it done.

Very well, thank you.

That was headquarters.

Someone tried to kill Lyès
in the prison showers this morning.

- How is he?
- He was able to get back to his cell.

Let's meet at the office.

The warden agreed. You have five minutes.

Come on.

Weren't you supposed to get out today?

What happened?
Did the judge change her mind?

She didn't change her mind, don't worry.

I just wanted to say goodbye
before I left.

Great, now you said goodbye.
Your mother raised you well.

You can go.

The thug gets out, the cop stays in.

Can't trust the justice system, huh?

Save your speeches for tonight,
when you're partying with your friends.

Do you have any left?

Remember that saying?

He who ceases to be a friend
has never been one.

Stop quoting your father,
it doesn't suit you.

What do you want?

I came to talk to you about your future.

- Fuck, now you read people's horoscopes.
- Yeah, sometimes.

How long do you think you're gonna last?

Most of the guys here
want to rip your head off.

Still less than half of Marseille.

I have an offer for you.

You do me a favor...

and I'll make sure you're safe here,
and your family is safe outside.

Leave my family out of your schemes, okay?

We spotted gunmen
hanging around their place.

My guys picked them up, roughed them up,

and they ended up giving us
a name, Murillo.

He's the one who sent them.

We took care of them. But more will come.

I wanted you to know.

What's the favor?

Murillo will be transferred
to a high-security wing by the weekend.

I made a deal with Mario.
He'll let you in to do the job at night.

Hang on. What are you talking about?

- You want me to pop Murillo in his cell?
- Yeah.

To avenge my family and protect yours.

You've lost your mind.

I'm a cop.

- Not a hit man.
- You were a cop.

For years, you thought
you ruled Marseille, but now...

you're just an idiot
in a 10-square-meter cell

who gets taken out for a walk
twice a day like a dog.

Right?

So?

So, I'll take care of my family.

If you want to get revenge, do it.

Any of the fresh fish
would do it for cheap.

Time goes by slowly in prison.

It goes even slower when you get bad news.

- And remember...
- Time is up.

A life for a life.

Come on.

Don't forget, my friend.

We're not allowed to visit or talk to him.
What do you want me to do?

That's not fucking fair.

Surely someone can intercede
with the District Attorney or the warden.

Why don't we ask Armand?
He's on the visitors' list with the girl.

Armand's always hated cops,
especially the ones working with Lyès.

He only visits
so the kid can see her father.

Lyès has been there
for nearly three months.

No one's done or said anything.
Everyone's scared.

Alice, do you think
we're not fucking pissed off too?

Miranda is on our asses.

That motherfucker won't let it go.
You know that.

I'm sorry.

Audrey, we've talked about this.
Stop feeling guilty.

Lyès took the fall to protect the team.

We're all responsible, okay?

Hello?

Up on the roof.

Now?

Okay. I'm coming.

It was Fabiani. There's a cop from Paris
who wants to question me.

Question you about what?

I don't know.

Commander Beckerman.
National Bureau for Criminal Enforcement.

Please, have a seat.

The head office put me in charge
of reopening a case

in collaboration with the crime squad
here in Marseille.

It's a double homicide case
which seems to involve you.

Know what I'm talking about?

Is this a joke?

I don't usually drive ten hours in a day

to tell jokes, Captain Ilunga.

Nina Rodriguez and Tarek Hamadi,
aka The Indian.

Does that ring a bell?

You can't really recognize them
in the pictures, but it is them.

According to the autopsy reports
issued after their bodies were found

in a squat near Port-de-Bouc,

it looks as though Nina Rodriguez
was strangled and her neck was snapped.

Tarek Hamadi was shot 17 times
with two different guns.

What's that got to do with me?

Our colleagues in Marseille
who went to this young woman's apartment

observed that it had been cleaned up.

There were no fingerprints,
no DNA, nothing. A real pro job.

They managed to find out that she had gone
to a lesbian bar that you visit often.

They asked to see the surveillance camera
footage for that building,

going back to the day she disappeared.

And that's where I come in.

Because you're the last person who was
seen with her when she left the bar.

The same night you were rushed to
the hospital in rough shape. Am I wrong?

No.

But that had nothing to do with her.

I've already explained.

Well, I'm here for you
to explain it to me again.

Okay.

I did meet that woman in that bar.

We talked a bit. I walked her home.

I left her on her doorstep.
We exchanged phone numbers.

We never called or met again.

That's it.

You never went up to her place?

No, never.

So, you picked up a woman at a bar...

You walked her home, exchanged numbers.
She turned you down, and you...

you never tried to call or see her again?

I don't know.

You know what it's like
to be turned down, right?

Someone was murdered, Captain.

First of all, I'm not the clingy type.

And, if I had to kill
all the women who turned me down,

the file would be
ten times bigger than this.

Don't you think?

Given your condition
when you got to the hospital that night,

it makes sense to question the way
things turned out, don't you think?

I told you.

I walked her home. Then I left.

I was attacked by two drugged up junkies
on my way home.

Now if you have any evidence,
put me in custody.

Otherwise, I'm going home.

The investigation has just started.

We'll be seeing each other again.

I'll be here.

Great.

So?

- We're in trouble.
- Meaning?

Let's discuss it somewhere else. Okay?

A cop involved in a double homicide.
Do you really believe such bullshit?

I'm just trying to find out the truth.
That's what I'm paid to do.

You have to admit
that there are many gray areas.

I wouldn't know.
I didn't have access to the file.

With all due respect,
Mrs. Fabiani, I'm not an idiot.

You know what happened that night.

By the way, since you know the city well,
could you recommend a good restaurant?

Oh well, that depends on your allowance.

I'm not on duty tonight.

Fred is.

Do you need anything?

Since when do you hustle for Ali Saïdi?

Did you really think
I'd kill Murillo in his cell? Are you mad?

Do you think it's easy?

They have me by the balls.
I have no choice.

Gimenez didn't have a choice either?

All right, I'm off.

Ask Fred if you need anything.

Wait. Hey.

Do me a favor, please.

I'm gonna give you two numbers.

Okay? The first one is Alice's.
Tell her I'm fine.

The second one is a guy. Tell him
I want to see him as soon as possible.

I'll see what I can do.

You owe me one. You have no choice.

Hello?

Is this Alice?

Yes.

Lyès gave me your number.

He wants you to know he's fine
and you shouldn't worry.

Who are you?

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Bye.

We have reached the significant sum
of 200 million euros.

Meaning we should be starting work
in less than six months.

For us, as well as for our partners...

Would you excuse me? Sorry.

Ali, what are you doing here?

I came to get my invitation.

Did you all forget my address?

Come on. Let's go talk outside.

Come on.

- Showing up unexpectedly isn't helping.
- I asked you a question.

We've already talked about this issue.

There are people here you can't run into.

Why not? Am I not good enough for them?

- Does this help?
- Not here. Are you crazy?

Listen to me.

We made a deal that I'd be here with you.

At every meeting.

At every party you throw, spreading
your butt cheeks for the shot callers

and bragging about a project
that's not yours.

The Oliviers is my project,
my hood, understood?

- Understood?
- Understood.

Then go remind them.

Before I ask my guys
to fire off shots to clear the crowd.

Now, take it.

Take it!

There's a problem, Ali.

- You're out of the project.
- What did you say?

Don't you get it? It's politics.

It's one thing to bribe people to get you
out of prison and avoid a trial,

but for you to become a business partner?

That's impossible.

- Who replaced me?
- No one. They're still looking.

- How much to keep me?
- Ali, it's not about--

How much?

Thirty million.

But clean this time.

From a French company
that isn't linked to you.

Due within a month.

- A month?
- I don't make the schedule.

The project is underway, you've heard it.

If you can bring 30 million,
all clean, I can convince them--

Fine!

Tell these assholes I'll get the money.
Got it?

Okay.

Keep me posted.

THE OLIVIERS APARTMENT COMPLEX

...and here goes Mason Greenwood!
Brice Samba makes the save!

Stopped by the French international,
who dived to his right, Brice Samba,

who prevents Marseille
from taking the lead in this match...

27 minutes in, still 1-1.

- Hello, Counsel.
- Hello, Lyès.

Why are you here? Where's my daughter?

Please, have a seat.

- Is something wrong?
- Sit down.

What's going on?

I have some bad news.

What do you mean?

- Social services took her yesterday.
- Excuse me?

They concluded that
she would be better off somewhere else.

Is this a joke?

Both parents in prison,

a grandfather who used to be a robber,
it was expected.

It's that fucking District Attorney.

He wants me to snitch.

Where is she now?

She's with social services.
They'll put her in foster care.

She can't be staying with social services.

We must be able to appeal, I don't know.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

What are those marks on your face?

A present from Murillo?

What about my daughter?

I'll try to ask around,
but I can't promise anything.

Does Fanny know?

I haven't told her yet.
I'm seeing her next week.

I'm sorry, Lyès.

I'm always keeping an eye out, Mr. Saïdi.

The previous tenants
left the place spotless.

And I've already found people
to replace them.

A Moroccan family.

Honest people.

To everyone here,
it will always be your parents' apartment.

Where you grew up.

We need to put respectable people in it.

- How is it going around here?
- Everything's clean. You can trust me.

You know the rule, Fabio. No drugs here.

If you see anything starting to happen,
you let me know right away, okay?

I know.

- Hello, dear Aunt.
- I don't want to talk to him.

Why do you keep coming here?
Haven't you done enough harm?

It's okay, I can fix it.

Do you think your parents
are proud in heaven?

Mom. Come in, please.

Aren't you ashamed?

There's evil within you, you're sinful.

Business is going fast, death is faster.
How fast are you?

Aren't you ashamed?

I'm sorry. You know what she's like.

Just like my mother. God rest her soul.

Our family is our greatest blessing.

I saw your brother in jail yesterday.

I know the judge
has forbidden you to visit, but...

are you able to get news from him?

No.

She doesn't want me to write,
and she tears up his letters.

Next time, if you want news, ask me. Okay?

I'll always be there for you.

- How is he?
- He's fine. He's holding up.

Tell him to leave, and close the door!

Assia.

Leave this place
and think about your future, okay?

What future?

Their lease is almost up.

If you want, I can find another family.
It won't be hard.

No. Start by lowering their utilities.

If there's any problem, call me. Okay?

That woman is a saint.
She's suffered enough.

If anything happens to them,
I'll hold you responsible.

Got it?

I'll come get you in 30 minutes.

Fifteen minutes is enough.

"Men are as the time is."

This could be happening
in the projects, right?

Yeah. Or with the cops.

Hope you didn't get
your shoes dirty coming here.

Someone called
and said you wanted to see me.

I'm here. What do you want?

Fanny Santiago, my daughter's mother,
get her out of prison.

So she can get her kid back
and live normally.

That's it?

I'm with Internal Affairs.
I only deal with cops like you.

I know you've been promoted and you're
second in command in our department.

What difference does it make?

I don't see what I could do.

The District Attorney is your buddy.

Ask him to get her out.

In exchange, I'll cooperate.
He's been waiting for that.

Cooperate, huh? How?

Ali Saïdi.

I can help you bring him down.
The whole network too.

By infiltrating it.

How do you plan on doing this?
He's out there, you're here.

Let's say I have a plan.

You can agree or not, but decide now.

Emergency reload!

SUL position! Go!

SHOOTING RANGE
DANGER

Three shots on my mark!

Go!

SUL position!

Suppressive fire in motion on my mark!

Go!

SUL position!

Shooters! Put your weapons away.

Holster your weapons.

Check your results.

Fuck, I shot that bastard
right in the face. Look.

It's the first time you managed
to group shots.

I imagined he was a PSG fan.

It's just a target, Tatoo.
You get confused once they start running.

Start with walking,
then you can talk about running.

All in the heart.

- What about you, Alice?
- Well... I grouped my shots too.

What the fuck...

You're a real pervert.
She grouped all her shots in his balls.

- How are you?
- Okay. You?

- Can I get a coffee?
- Sure.

Thanks.

Audrey?

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

We're going back. Are you staying here?

Yeah, you go ahead.
I'll catch up with you.

- Do you have a light, please?
- No. I don't have a light.

- Do you have a light?
- No, sorry. I don't smoke.

Well, that's okay.

Nobody's perfect.

I'm sorry.

What are you reading?

A course on the perception of crime
from an antecedent perspective.

Crime isn't only
a violation of criminal law,

but also a human and social phenomenon.

I'm doing a Master's in criminology.

So, I have to go through
a lot of boring shit like this.

But I also learn tons of stuff.

Nice.

I'm Manon.

- Audrey.
- What department are you in?

Narcotics. You?

- Uh, homicide. I just got here from Lyon.
- There she is.

I'm coming.

Okay, well, see you soon, Audrey.

- I hope we'll meet again.
- Me too.

Bye.

What the fuck are you doing here?
Who are you?

First of all, hello.

I'm Commander Beckerman.

Miranda told me to use this desk.
Why? Is that a problem?

It's Lyès' desk. Didn't you know?

- Lyès?
- Yeah, Lyès.

Oh, you mean Benamar?

He doesn't really need a desk where he is,
don't you think?

Who do you think you are?

We don't know you.
And you act like a big shot?

That's not how it works here.

Yeah. I gathered.

I might have come here to change things.

- Is Captain Ilunga here?
- What do you want with the Captain?

I see you've already met.

Yeah.

What are you playing at?

I'm too old to play games.

Commander Beckerman will stay here
while he wraps up the double homicide case

of Nina Rodriguez and Tarek Hamadi.

I suggest you cooperate.

- You're not saying anything?
- Don't argue, Arno.

- These orders are from senior management.
- Fuck senior management.

- Come on.
- Where are you going?

To do our job! In the streets!

I'll never share an office
with that asshole.

He'll fuck with us all day.

I'd rather quit
if that's how it's going to be.

Really?

What would you do?

I don't know, I'd open a hookah bar.
With my cousin.

And I'd have a tattoo parlor inside.

- You'd do the tattoos?
- Yeah, it can't be that hard.

I was good at drawing in school.

- I didn't know you went to school.
- Fuck you!

A tattoo parlor and a hookah bar.

It's a real thing.
Some restaurants do tattoos.

Talk about a stupid idea.

Yeah, you can't get through, asshole!

That's right.

Hang on. Isn't that Lyès' sister?

- Where?
- There. Next to the trunk of the car.

Come on, pull over.
Stop by the side of the road.

- Assia, sis, how are you?
- I'm good.

Aren't you supposed to be at college?

- No, I don't have class today.
- Okay. How's your mom? She okay?

Uh. Yeah, she's fine.

- You sure?
- Yes.

You sure you're not lying?

- Tatoo, how are you?
- Good, Yassine. You?

Thank you for what you did for my brother.

I owe you one. I won't forget.

You don't owe me anything.
Do you know where he is?

I went to his old address,
he wasn't there.

He's hiding.
What did you want to tell him?

Does he not have a phone number?

He doesn't even have a phone anymore.

You know what? I'll give you my number.

Tell him to call me once he gets a phone.

Go ahead.

06-39-98-39-98.

- Whose dick did you suck for that number?
- It's my work number.

- Anyway, I can count on you, right?
- Yeah, sure.

- Assia, sis! Take care.
- Bye.

- Tell us if you need anything.
- Yes.

Come on, let's go.

Why the fuck is Assia hanging out
with that dickhead?

Tell me, who is that guy?

Yassine Djaoui.

He's Mehdi's older brother.
The one I helped get away.

What's that loser doing with Assia?

I don't know. I didn't even know.

What does he do for a living?

I think he works in real estate,
something like that.

Does Lyès know?

I don't know, man. I don't know.
I'm like you, I don't know.

Do you think he'll call you?

- Who?
- Mehdi.

Do you think he'll call you?

I hope so, for his sake.

How's that case going?

Did you get the DNA results back
from the lab?

That's not with us anymore.
The crime squad is taking over.

Miranda took us off the case.

Son of a bitch.

How long is Fabiani
going to keep her mouth shut?

She's doing what she can.

She knows that they're also here
to take her down.

If I were you, I'd get back to drawing
as soon as possible.

Why?

For your tattoo parlor.
Forgot already, you jerk?

Watch the car, okay?

He's been waiting for a while.

Come on, get moving, please.

Yeah? Yusuf is coming, okay?
10 and 50 grams.

- Hello? Sorry for the delay.
- Come on. They're waiting for me.

He's coming. He's...

I'll give you five more...

- Where are you going? Get inside.
- Don't touch me.

Give me that.

I said, give me that!

What are you doing? My honor is at stake.

Your honor?
You're my brother. It's my honor too.

- Give me your phone.
- Why?

I said, give me your phone!

I ran into Tatoo and his cop friends.
They went to our old address.

I don't want them to find you.

- Why are they looking for me?
- Why?

Mehdi, they found a chopped-up body.

The cops got shot at.
All of Marseille knows.

As if you didn't know!

Listen to me. From now on, no more calls.

Let me handle things. Stay here.
No deliveries. Don't talk to anyone.

Oh, yeah? What about Kylian?
Huh? I don't avenge him?

Do you think I'm a pussy?
I'll just let it go?

What about that?

It's nothing.
You'll learn from your mistakes.

Listen, Mehdi. Our business is deliveries.
UberShit-style. Okay?

Why did you go
and sell in a housing project? Huh?

And on Saïdi's territory!

Fuck the Saïdis! Bring him to me,
and I'll fuck him up, I swear!

You don't fucking get it?

Huh?

I want respect.

Is that what you want?

Respect?

Yeah, I want respect.

What did you think?
You fucking hide behind your phones.

Marseille will never know who we are! Huh?

Right.

Respect?

Yeah, I'm doing it for respect, yeah.
Yeah, for respect, yeah. So what?

Is that a problem? Huh?

You and your agency. With your suits.

Huh? That pretty face of yours.

Don't forget you're just a token Arab.
They'll get rid of you.

Well, go on, tell us what to do then.

Since you're so smart.

What to do? I'll hit all the trap houses.

I'll shut down all the dealing sites.

And I'll poach all the clients!

Mehdi. To run a trap house,

you need two sellers,
a stash house and a supplier.

And three lookouts.

That's for eight hours, okay?

If you want to deal 24/7,
you need three times that.

Do you have 21 guys?

Yeah, I have them. They're here.

Oh, yeah?

Who is going to make the deliveries
if we take them from here?

Did you think about that?

Mehdi. You'll get your respect.
But you have to let me handle things.

And you don't go near the Saïdis, okay?
I'm warning you.

The sale in Dubai is about seven million.

Three for the cars and the shares.

And if we get rid
of Singapore and Hong Kong,

and let everything sit
in the Cayman Islands,

we can get ten more out.

- That makes 20, not 30.
- Ali...

Twenty million worth of clean money
in a month is a miracle.

I need 30.

Let me remind you
that you just avoided a trial.

Laundering 10 million so fast
is a sure way to lose everything.

How much can we raise in a month?

Playing it safe,
I can get you two more million.

And if we go all-in?

Five.

Do we have the cashflow?

But that means emptying everything.

Salaries, orders. Security too.

How are you going
to keep the business running?

That's my part.

You take care of yours, okay?

We're still short five million.

Salam alaykum, Jaddou Sidi.

Alaykum salam. Ali...

I'm calling about the next cargo ship.

I'm listening.

I want to order more.

How much?

- Six tons.
- That's a lot.

Yeah, but it will be the last time.

Why? Do you want to stop?

I want to help my people in other ways.

I understand.

Find someone to succeed you.

If he's good,
I will be with him as I was with you.

But if one day he disappoints me,
you will pay the price with him.

How about that? Huh? You fucking coward!

You think you can kill me? Huh?

You need an army to kill me!

You fucking bitches!

Come and kill me!

You sons of bitches!

Get all the phones!

- Come here, Rachid. Come!
- Okay.

Get up!

Come here, asshole.

Come!

- Let go of me!
- Get in!

This is our turf!

The Saïdis are done.
This is our turf now. We are the LX!

...motherfucker. Come on, start the car. Go!

Hey! Let me out! Fucking assholes!

Let me out, motherfuckers!

- What are you doing? What is this?
- Shut up, you son of a bitch!

Shut the fuck up! We can't hear you.

Son of a bitch!

Let me out! Don't do this, please!

Set it on fire!

Let me out! Hey!

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