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She reminds me of your mother.

Yeah, Demba! Yeah!

Yeah, Demba!

Congratulations.

Leave me alone!

When my mother left us,

she left a void.

And Djenaba is the one who...

And Djenaba filled that void.

Some people talk and others prove.

I'll always be there for you.

Bravo!

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

Congratulations, bro.

To the newlyweds!

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

Stop talking. You look like a mailman, dressed like that.

- Stop laughing... - Soulay, the mailman! To the mailman!

Yeah!

- 24, 24. Yes! - It's 24?

We've got the stuff in the bag

The cops want to bust us But to the pressure is maximal

Oh yeah, you know our reputation

NMK is pulling out the AK You already know what's under my parka

A shotgun blast in the legs

He thinks he can move We've got a guitar, we'll make you dance

Black guy from Bois-l'Abbé Always careful, always looking fly

Bro, it makes you trip

The barrel is sawed off

We could hit you for a few bills

They think we're going to crash But it's never going to happen

They think we're going to...

Cut! DJ, cut, please, cut.

- What's wrong? - "They think"?

You're a child, I swear.

- Really, "they think"? - Leave me alone.

Are you serious? What are you doing, MC Chalghoumi?

Police killers!

Police killers!

Police killers!

Police killers!

Police killers!

What's wrong? Huh? Do you want to fight?

Stop talking, or you're dead!

- You're not impressive. - Get lost.

- Come on, get out of here. - Get out!

You're doing this in front of the whole family?

Your cop buddy got all worked up.

How did you end up becoming a cop?

Did you never dream of being a cop when you were a kid?

No, I wanted to be the bad guy.

Really?

Remember in the '90s?

There was smack everywhere.

My older brother got into it.

I never dealt that shit.

Stop it, Demba. No dealer is clean. You know that better than I do.

I promise you.

Stay away from drugs.

Because if we meet out there on the street,

I won't make an exception.

She scares me more than you do.

- Did you go to Morocco to get the glasses? - Through Algeria.

Hey, Demba?

How do you know she's the one?

First of all, are you the right person?

What do you think?

- What does he know? - Let him speak.

I don't know, why are you asking me?

When you feel good when she's with you and when...

when you feel lonely when she's not.

He's a real poet when he wants to be.

But you act too much like a thug in your music.

- Do you listen to his music? - I don't even care.

You should tell him that the street means either death or prison.

Not necessarily.

You just have to stop at the right time.

What?

You got out, didn't you?

DIED ON OCTOBER 25, 2020

STREET FLOW 3

Cut it out. I've been waiting for you for 45 minutes.

- They got your order wrong. - I don't care. Give it.

- Did they cut the pizzas? - Yes.

- Sure? - Yes.

Here.

Where do you think you're going? Give me my change.

- No tip? - Why are you hustling me?

- Give it. - Okay, fine.

Hey, you got big. Do you go to the gym?

You got really funny. Don't change.

- Watch out. It's windy. Don't fly away. - You too.

I'm missing one euro.

- Yeah, I know! - When I catch you, I'll--

There are cops in the area

They wanted to get me But no, thank you

I started at the bottom...

- I got the pizzas, guys! - Yeah!

You're pissing me off! I'm recording, dude.

- You're too tense. Relax. - You're so annoying.

- Chill out. - I want the tuna pizza.

Let's take a look.

I'm going to kill Allumette. They didn't cut the pizzas.

Serves you right.

You're a real pain in the ass. Kattri, bring us a knife to cut them.

Get it yourself.

Listen to him and go wash your hands.

What are you doing, Kattri?

He's asking for it, and then he complains.

Stop acting like a child, dude.

- I didn't do anything. - Stop sucking your teeth.

Here, look. Do you know him?

No way!

- What were you doing with 9millimètres? - Show me.

That's nuts. Noumouké!

We ran into him at the airport on our way back from Dakar.

For real. Lamine, look.

- Stop being stupid. I took it. - Did you take one too?

I don't give a fuck about 9millimètres. Are you joking?

- And? Did you talk to him? - Yeah, he's cool.

I told him I rapped. He told me to send some tracks.

- Did you? - Of course I did.

You could blow up if you do a collab with him. I'm telling you, go for it.

NMK and 9millimètres. Damn!

Stop dreaming. That's not going to happen. He's never going to reply.

How do you know?

Dude, that's how that game works. No money, no collab. Got it?

- Kattri, come. Do you recognize him? - Give it to me.

He's the one who sings "Sicario."

Yeah, that's him. Wait, let's put it on.

I broke too many hearts I didn't fix any

Never

The ones with the big noses They're not ready

Even if they're actors...

Come on, stop teasing him!

Don't be surprised When I catch them

I'm like a sicario

I'm like a sicario

Yeah!

Look at his 9mm You know the scenario

Thanks.

What's up with Demba?

What about Demba?

Did you ask him about the business or what?

- What business? - Did I talk to you?

- What business? - "What business"?

- Shut up! - Watch your mouth!

Take my phone and sit down.

- Forget it. He's not doing it anymore. - Do you believe him?

He's not, bro.

Ever since Djenaba, all he does is work and sleep. Forget it.

Ask your cousin Doums. You keep saying you've got a big family.

- You're too eager. - If you don't talk to him, I'll go.

Stop it. I told you, you're too eager.

You think Sofyan is going to let you take over the turf?

You really think we're going to give him a choice?

We don't give a fuck, bro.

If we have to, we'll fuck him up. Right?

Don't forget it was my brother Demba who opened the trap house.

So are you with us or not?

That business of yours? That's not for me, guys.

Good. At least you're being honest.

- What does that mean? - It means what it means.

Is that how it is?

Demba.

Demba, what's going on?

Demba, what's going on?

Demba.

What's going on?

Go!

Police! Put your hands on your head!

Your hands! Show me your hands! On your knees! I said, "On your knees!"

Nothing in the kitchen.

Nothing to report. Get in the room.

Let's go.

Move.

Hello, Djenaba.

They took Demba.

- What? - They broke down the door.

What do you mean?

Are you sure it was the police?

Yes. They were wearing ski masks. Idrissa was scared, and he...

They took our computers.

They turned the house upside down, and they took him.

- Do you know where they took him? - Nanterre, I think.

- Which unit? - I don't know. They didn't tell me.

We've been listening to you for months. We have your bank accounts, everything.

This is the fraud squad. When we come to get you, it means we know everything.

Ms. Ayadi, from the Ayadi & Jouve law firm.

Where's my brother?

Sit down.

CAN YOU CALL ME BACK AS SOON AS YOU LEAVE?

Roger Perras case.

I'm in trouble, right?

Money laundering and tax evasion.

- How did they get onto me? - They weren't onto you, Demba.

Your shitty manager made withdrawals for guys who were up to their necks in it.

They were onto them.

They led them to him, and he led them to you.

Fuck, I knew it!

See, I tried.

I haven't dealt anything in two years. I mean nothing, not even a gram.

And now they're coming after me for VAT stuff?

You might have stopped playing, but the game isn't over.

You know that.

- The state doesn't like getting swindled. - Me neither. I don't work for them!

Listen.

Like I told your lawyer brother, there's not much I can do.

I shouldn't even be here.

I'm not asking for anything.

What's up, kiddo? Give me a controller. I'm going to kick your ass today.

What's going on?

Why didn't you tell me?

- You were sleeping. - So what? Wake me up.

What difference would it have made? Are you a lawyer?

Are you serious? You sleep all day long.

All you do is eat everything in the fridge.

No job, no school. You're just a wannabe rapper.

- Know your place. - Wait, why are you rambling?

Enough, both of you.

Is he going to jail?

Soulaymaan?

- He's going to be remanded in custody. - He's going to jail.

- When can you get him out? - Someone else is handling his case.

Why are you not handling it?

Because I'm not handling his case. Ms. Ayadi is more experienced.

- But she doesn't care. - She knows what she's doing.

So you'd defend the whole planet, but you don't do shit for your brother?

- What do you mean? - Yeah, you don't do shit.

Shut your mouth!

- Who do you think you're talking to? - Enough!

I'm out of here anyway.

Well, leave, then! We don't give a fuck! No one needs you here.

- Let's go, Idrissa. - I'm not done.

- Mom, I'm not done! - Put it down.

We're leaving. Hurry up.

If the cops say my name even once, you let me know right away.

See why I don't want to handle it?

Give this to Djenaba.

It's not from me.

"It's not from me."

If I hear you talk like that again, I'll knock your teeth out.

- It's him, he's-- - I don't care!

Don't talk to him like that.

Especially not in front of me.

Got it?

What does he want now?

Yo, what do you want?

- Give me some of the business. - You've got some nerve.

We're gonna take over the trap house.

Are you trying to turn Demba against me?

He'll never know you gave me some business.

You know what?

In life, if you don't want people to know about something, don't do it.

Doums.

Get lost.

- Doums-- - Get lost!

- Doums-- - Don't Doums me.

Yo!

What?

If I handle Demba's case and I can't get him out of prison quickly,

what's gonna happen?

Nothing.

- He'll never hold it against you. - But that's your way of thinking.

You're not in Demba's head.

- I meant what I said about leaving. - Well, it will be without me.

Everything at home reminds me of Mom.

The furniture. The smells.

That's exactly why I want to stay here.

Come, let's go for a walk.

Come on.

What are you reading?

1984 by George Orwell. But I finished it, so I need to find another one.

You should read Malcolm X's biography. Do you know who he is?

Of course. Who doesn't know Malcolm X?

He was a real thug back in the day.

He started reading in prison. He became an intellectual.

An intellectual and one hell of a speaker.

Unlike you, you could say he had punchlines.

- Do you have to always take digs at me? - Come on, I'm just kidding.

Malcolm hated toubabs.

When he went to Mecca, he understood that white and Black people are the same.

That we have the same rights and duties. You know?

Makes sense.

That's when he changed his rhetoric.

That's one of the reasons he was killed.

Who got him smoked?

- "Who got him smoked"? - Stop that, or I'm done.

Who do you think? The cops?

You're making it so suspenseful.

So suspenseful.

"This book will teach you a lot about yourself."

Hey, it's 9millimètres. I'm preparing a nasty album.

Watch this space. We're coming for you.

Yeah, 9milli, what's up?

Did you listen to what I sent you?

Hey, Traoré, I'm telling you, at this rate you won't last three rounds.

...right. One, two, three. Okay, don't lower your right hand.

One, two, three. That's good.

Raise your right hand after a jab. See! You'll get knocked out.

Keep moving.

One, two, three.

That's good, keep going.

Look, I want to show you something.

They're coming to the 94.

It's Raptastreet live from the 12 with my man BK.

They only posted this two days ago. Look how many views it's got.

- Those numbers... - It's crazy.

...make music.

- Are you going to do it? - Of course.

- You'll come with me, right? - Of course.

- Will you come to my fight? - Of course. You're going to destroy her.

Fitoussi... Fitoussi with a right hook... Uppercut... Her opponent is down!

Fitoussi is the new French champion! Fitoussi, champion del mundo!

Hello.

Are you coming? Do you know what time it is?

Coming.

Okay. I have to go.

When are you volunteering with us?

With the guys from Aviateurs?

Never. Have you forgotten or what?

No, I haven't. I've just grown up.

Hey. Don't worry about Demba, okay? He'll be fine. He's Demba after all.

I can't believe it. I swear, I can't believe it.

I never thought I'd end up in a cell with you, bro.

Demba Traoré, el survivor!

- Why do you call me that? - They call you that in the 94.

You're the only guy who took four bullets and survived.

- You're our 50 Cent. - Who told you that bullshit?

Hey, boss, I have my sources.

I'm writing a book. And there'll be a big chapter about you.

El Traoré.

If you're not ready when I open the door for exercise, I'll close it.

Don't mess with him, bro. You don't know who he is.

You're all the same to me.

Go down in silence!

Move it, bro.

Move it, guys!

Don't you get it, boss?

I'm going to write about all the guys from the 94 who made our reputation.

Youssef Big Eyes, Marc Gillas, Ferrara,

Momo Amimer, Brahim Crazy, Rud Lion.

It's going to be dope, boss. They're not ready.

Rud Lion and Marc Gillas are the same person.

Yeah, I know.

Momo Amimer is from the 93, not the 94.

Come on, guys!

I get it, boss.

You're a stickler for details, aren't you? Right?

Hey, would you be up for a little interview?

What?

Don't even mention me. I'm not in the business anymore.

So why are you here?

Traoré, Diara, let's go.

Guard, my cellmate's acting weird.

He hasn't left the cell in two weeks.

He should be in a psych ward, not in jail.

He doesn't even talk.

It doesn't mean he's crazy. Maybe you talk too much.

Just put me in another cell.

Follow the procedure for that. Send in a letter.

- I'm going to walk. - I'm coming with you.

I want to walk alone.

Demba Traoré. El solitarios.

If anyone gives you trouble, don't even move a muscle.

- My boys and I are here if you need us. - I don't have trouble with anyone.

Sometimes, trouble comes to you even if you don't want it.

Demba. Unbelievable.

Farouk.

- What are you in for, man? - Fraud.

- You? - International trafficking.

- You haven't changed. - Demba Traoré and Farouk Yayaoui.

Las hienas.

We said, "Whenever I want."

I'm done for.

Phone recordings, witnesses, DNA, everything.

I need to get out of here. You get me?

I don't want to know, Farouk.

You've settled down? Is that it?

Tell me if you need anything. Don't hesitate, this is my turf.

No, it's all good.

I'm with that little Black guy.

- With the thing on his head? - Yeah.

- Silima, the little hitman? - He's driving me crazy.

All his rambling is giving me a headache.

- Does he call you "boss" or "old man"? - What do you mean?

"Boss" means he respects you.

"Old man" means you're a bit out of touch.

That's how he works.

Look at him. He'd take you out in a second for 30K.

He's in for three murders.

- Him? - Yeah.

He might look like a clown...

He is a clown.

You have to be a clown to kill for money.

Didn't you kill old Abdel for money?

I never killed. Who told you that?

Your cousin, Doums.

He talks a lot. Be careful.

Can you get me a phone?

- Say it again. - This is the second time already.

Say it a third time.

- A third time? - Yeah.

Demba said, "Tell Doums to shut the fuck up. "

You told me to say it again.

- You did, didn't you? - You know what?

When he gets out, tell him to come and say it to my face.

- No, I won't. - But you tell me to shut up?

I didn't say it, Demba did! I just repeated it. Keep me out of it.

Keep me out of it.

- Move. - Yo!

Doums! What about what we talked about last time?

Are we good or not?

Doums!

Are we good or not?

Faced with my past My future fled

My mother's face comes back at night Night is wild

Faced with my past My future fled

My mother's face comes back at night

The street is wild It fucked up my life

I can't feel my heart nor my friends'

But there is too much going on

The projects and all its problems

In the end, I show up in black

I count the dough and put it all on me

Mom, that's what I'm about

I spend my time lazing around

It's the same thing in all the projects You can't impress me

"They want to do collabs without money." That's you, bro.

I told you it's all about money, Noumouké.

For my mother, I want to build a palace

I want a villa back home All about weed

I might not look like it But I could go crazy

They want to do collabs without money You keep sending me DMs, but chill, bro

I'm boosted on kerosene

Did you think I was a bitch or what? I send you DMs, and you don't answer?

You told me to send you my tracks.

You should have kept your mouth shut. Fuck you.

Son of a bitch.

Hello?

It's me.

Demba?

How are you?

I'm in prison.

How do you think I am?

I got a visiting permit, you know.

Okay, but don't bring Idrissa.

He keeps asking about you.

Tell him I'll be back soon.

Did you call Soulaymaan?

I won't call Soulaymaan.

We're done.

Demba...

How is it going with the company?

They froze all the company's accounts.

That's normal during an investigation.

You have to talk to the employees, ask the suppliers for a delay.

I did.

I knew you were a boss.

You know they froze all your personal accounts too?

Last time I went shopping, my card didn't go through.

I had to put half the items back.

I've never been so ashamed in my life.

I'll send Majid. He'll bring you some cash.

Where does this all come from?

Majid has two stores. He's not into shady stuff.

I'll get us out of this, okay?

Okay?

Okay.

I can hear some noise in the hallway. I have to hang up.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

COMMUNITY AND CIVIC ENGAGEMENT HUB

Hello!

- Here. It's the unsold stuff from work. - Thanks.

Sofia, did you register to vote?

- I'm going next week. - Didn't you already say that last week?

That's how we end up with fascists in the second round.

- That's how we get screwed every time. - Don't curse.

It's true, isn't it? We get screwed every time.

They encourage those fascists, and then ask us to vote to block them.

What's up with that? Once, twice, three times.

We'll do it ten times, if we have to, Rayan.

That's how it is. We have a democratic system in France.

You know what? They'll never let an Arab like you be in charge of the city hall.

Why not?

Why not?

Your name is Swouil Ben Saada, my friend.

Do you know what the mayor of Trappes is called?

Ali Rabeh. Rabeh.

Do you think he's a descendant of Vercingetorix?

Take Amal Bentounsi.

Do you know where she ranked in the last legislative elections? Second.

And it was her first political experience.

Can you pass me the cups?

And honestly, Rayan, Sofia, if I managed to reconcile the two of you,

I can become mayor, and even president.

Hello, everyone.

- Mr. Lawyer. - How's it going? Hello, Mrs. Cissoko.

- Hello, Soulaymaan. - How are you?

- Good. You? - Aren't you going to say hello?

- You're not saying hello? - Hello, Soulaymaan.

"Hello, Soulaymaan." I hope he has good grades.

Yes, he's fine. He works hard. His behavior, on the other hand...

His behavior isn't good? How come your behavior is...

- Stop it! - You'd better have good grades.

Otherwise, I'll pull your ears. Do you understand?

Swouil. Can we talk for a sec?

- Inès, can you take over, please? - Thank you.

What is it?

We said no more messages about the mayor before the trial.

What? What did I do?

Are you serious, Swouil?

Today, at 3:40 p.m.

"The only budget constantly increasing is the municipal police's."

- So what? It's true, isn't it? - Yes, but the trial is tomorrow.

It's not smart.

And you know the mayor. You know he's going to use it against you.

Okay, fine, I get it.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I get it.

Radio silence until tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Okay? Deal.

Hey, listen...

Have you thought about becoming deputy mayor?

No, Swouil, I've already told you.

Politics isn't for me.

- Okay? - Okay.

- See you tomorrow at court? - Yeah.

Close the door!

Yo. There are no sweet yogurts left?

Why? Did you buy some?

You're so funny.

Yeah, that's how it is.

No job, no money, no money, no sweet yogurts.

Easy. You're going to get diabetes.

Don't worry about me.

Remember that's what killed Mom.

Swouil's trial is tomorrow at the courthouse.

- Are you coming to see me defend him? - I can't. I have to find a job.

"No job, no money, no money, no sweet yogurts."

Little shit.

They have to be able to explain those transactions.

They could be penalized harshly.

Yes, Soulaymaan?

I wanted to get an update on my brother's case.

I'm doing everything I can, but we're really busy.

Can we catch up later?

Did you ask for the statements and contracts?

Yes, they'll be emailed to us today.

- Mr. Lawyer, what's up? - You came? Hey, Soso.

- Swouil. - Dude.

Sorry. I'm sorry. My apologies.

- How are you? - Good, thank you.

Hey!

- Shall we go? - Yeah, let's go.

- What's up with the prosecutor? - Nothing, don't worry. Let me handle it.

"What are we waiting for to set the place on fire and to stop following the rules"?

Mr. Swouil Ben Saada published these words

while the country was going through the most devastating riots since 2005.

It's a song.

The defense lawyer will surely tell you that this is just a quote.

Indeed, those words are part of an album by the three-letter group NTM.

However,

nothing in Mr. Ben Saada's post indicates that he disagreed with these words.

And as a local councilor,

we would have expected him to firmly and unequivocally condemn

the repeated disturbances by organized gangs,

and that's putting it mildly, that France experienced.

- "Organized gangs." - But he didn't.

Instead, he chose to share provocative words.

Because it should be noted that Mr. Ben Saada is running for mayor,

and he seems ready to go scorched earth to achieve that.

The defense attorney will certainly give you

a flattering description of his client.

He's paid to do so.

But when Mr. Swouil Ben Saada gets impatient

and wonders what the youth of Champigny is waiting for to set things on fire,

you must take it for what it is.

An incitement to riot.

So I am requesting that a sentence of three months' imprisonment,

fully suspended, be imposed upon Mr. Swouil Ben Saada.

I am also requesting that, as an exceptional measure,

he also be banned from holding public office for two years.

That's ridiculous.

Silence!

Silence!

- Silence! - Calm down.

Or I will have the courtroom evacuated.

The defense attorney has the floor.

"What are we waiting for to set the place on fire"?

"What are we waiting for to stop following the rules"?

As the deputy prosecutor said so well, showing off her knowledge of French rap,

these words are not Mr. Swouil Ben Saada's.

And if he put these sentences in quotation marks when he posted them,

well, it was precisely to indicate that these words were not his own.

Unless I'm mistaken, this is how we French people use quotation marks.

In other words, quoting is not advocating.

If you ask the residents of Bois-l'Abbé,

who came here today,

they would describe a Swouil Ben Saada who cares about the well-being of others.

A loving man, reluctantly involved in politics.

In my earliest memories, I see him giving my mother French lessons.

With all the patience and indulgence that teaching requires.

Between two cleaning jobs, my mom wanted to improve her vocabulary.

"He who masters the language of a people avoids its evil,"

she used to say.

I know that it has become common, even systematic,

within the media-political debate, if we can still call it a debate,

to ignore the causes and point the finger at the consequences.

But this isn't the set of a vulgar talk show

where the denial of all complexity and the search for buzz are king.

This is a courtroom.

And in a courtroom, we don't just look at the consequences,

stripping them of all context and deliberately ignoring their origin.

So, Madam Deputy Prosecutor pointed the finger at Mr. Swouil Ben Saada,

attributing to him an incendiary influence that he does not have.

But what about the antisocial policies

implemented by the current mayor of Champigny-sur-Marne?

What about the closure of community centers in Bois-l'Abbé

and the mayor's blatant disinterest in a population considered nonexistent

because they don't vote?

What about the mayor's obsessive desire to destroy working-class neighborhoods,

promising the residents that they'll be able to come back,

but when the buildings are rebuilt, all newer and nicer, the rents go up.

They're forced to move away, of their own free will, of course,

further and further away from their homes.

There's a name for this. Gentrification.

Yes! Well said!

- Silence! - Well said!

And that's what sets Champigny-sur-Marne on fire,

not a short sentence shared by Mr. Swouil Ben Saada.

Your Honor, I ask for an acquittal.

I never doubted you.

- I sure hope so. - You know why? Because you're a big shot.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you so much.

- Well done! Yeah! - Thanks for coming.

- We won a battle, let's win the city hall! - Nice of you.

Come on, now we party!

- Your mother would be very proud. - Thank you very much.

Go vote!

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

94 500, I came to eat Give me at least 100K

If you're not feeling it, it's without you Not my fault, I told you 100 times

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

94 500, I came to eat

Give me at least 100K

If you're not feeling it, it's without you Not my fault, I told you 100 times

You know the crew We'll gang up on you

With the gang, we've got composure

She's acting out, they're freaking out I've got the code, at least 100 times

That's what we do

Always rush headfirst

Rappers, robbers Just chilling

Booze, dough We do dirty business

Keep it calm, keep it calm

They're calling me But now isn't the right time

She wants my heart Now isn't the right time

I want to see all the...

Go down! Everyone!

We're cruising through the city

Pockets full of cash They're wondering what I'm doing in life

Louder! Again!

We're cruising through the city

Pockets full of cash

One, two... One, two, three!

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

Yes!

At least 100K

At least, at least 100K

Everybody!

At least 100K

- At least, at least 100K - At least 100K

- At least 100K - At least, at least 100K

- He's on fire! The crowd is going crazy! - 94 500, we're the street!

That's it!

- Dude, there's a weird message. - Wait a sec.

- Champigny, are you here or what? - Wait! Hey!

- 9millimètres is on the live stream. - Yeah, and?

- I swear. - And?

"So, NMK, little bitch, you insult people and then block them?"

- Noumouké, please ignore him. - Don't worry. Where's the cameraman?

Listen to me, little son of a bitch.

Once I catch you, I'm gonna put that 9mm gun in your mouth.

- Son of a bitch! - Go fuck yourself!

9millimètres, go fuck yourself!

9millimètres, go fuck yourself!

9millimètres, go fuck yourself!

Go fuck yourself!

Go fuck yourself!

Go fuck yourself!

Look at this, guys.

Let's start our Monday with a news recap.

NMK was live with Raptastreet, representing Champigny in Val-de-Marne.

Personally, I had never heard about him,

but his freestyle was the star of the show.

"The star of the show"!

Was I the star of the show or not? Was I or not?

I swear, that's insane!

But there are rumors that it's a fake beef,

and that 9millimètres and NMK are actually friends,

and that this is all a stunt to launch NMK's career.

Comment what you think.

And they announced that NMK

will be representing the 94 at the Raptastreet concert at the Zénith.

- With L2BGANG, ISK... - The Zénith!

- ...and many others. - It's going to be insane.

That's sick.

Do people really think I'd let someone insult me just for a bit of a buzz?

You don't get it. We need to fuck him up.

- Every rapper is going to bust your balls. - No one's going to bust my balls.

Noumouké. Now you need to make videos, do concerts, you need to be everywhere!

- NMK everywhere! There, everywhere. - He needs to find a record label first.

Fuck record labels. We'll manage on our own.

- Really? - Yeah.

With what money?

You're only going to understand once you get hurt. Keep going, then.

What do you think?

It's so good.

You should try my big brother's version.

How's he doing?

Still going back and forth.

Bad habits are easier to pick up than to drop.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

I didn't think you'd come.

Me neither.

Especially after I knocked you out at the hearing.

Whatever. Cut it out.

You know I didn't have enough time to prepare the case.

Yeah, if you say so.

Are you still taking pictures of everything that moves?

- No way. - What?

- You kept it? - Of course I did.

- I don't think I look that great. - You do. It's a good photo.

- I'm not sure. - I'll take a new one.

- How about we delete it? - Don't you dare. This is my laptop.

- You know I don't like photos. It's not... - But...

Come on, give me a smile.

- I like this track. - It's nice.

- You like it? Yeah? - Yeah.

- You like it? - I do.

- How about a little dance? - No. I can't dance.

I can't pose either. I'm not a model, but I did it anyway.

You just have to practice.

- Don't make fun of me. - I promise I won't make fun of you.

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

I have to go, okay? Sorry.

You can write down the eight and carry it...

Go on, do it.

You carry it...

I'm going to show you what it's like in French prisons, guys.

- Look at this, man. - Don't film me.

I get it. Boss doesn't want me to show his face.

This is organized crime. This is the 94, bro!

Put the phone down and cut the potatoes.

That's too thick.

Cut them thinner.

Now, what should you do if you want caramelized onions?

You should add a little sugar or honey, if you have some.

What?

Boss, you know,

if some people are bothering you outside, I can take care of them, you know.

People who send you to kill someone for 30K,

they aren't your friends.

If you ever disagree with them, or if they're worried you're a snitch,

they'll find someone else to kill you, and for free.

Just to prove themselves.

They better not miss, then.

Wait, boss.

Are you telling me

you've never smoked anyone?

Never.

Give me the milk.

The milk, Silima, the milk.

Now give me the cheese.

Now we cover it.

You need a second source of heat.

There you go.

Wait, did you just make an oven?

Do you have any siblings?

I had an older brother, but he got smoked.

I was 14.

He died in my arms.

Ever talked to a shrink?

What?

- Are you for real, boss? - Of course I am.

You know,

I used to have panic attacks.

Okay, forget it.

They're on the move.

Three kilos, bro, don't you get it? We can get the trap house working again.

- Put that away. - Three kilos.

Stop stressing.

The city is ours, bro.

Fuck...

TN-92 to AQ-150. Urgent response requested.

Burglary in progress.

AQ-150 for TN-92, we're on our way.

Get out of here, you sons of bitches!

You're not moving?

I'll make you pay.

Suck on that!

- Hey, guys! - This is my turf!

This is my turf! Do you feel me?

Get up! Get out of here!

- Come on! - Run, motherfucker! Run!

Hey, what did I tell you?

- I like it. - You look cute.

I like it a lot.

Kattri, give me the can.

Lamine?

Check this out.

NMK ROASTS 9MM LIVE

- I'll call you back. - Hey.

What's up? You've grown up since the last time.

Hold him, hold him! Allumette!

Give me my change back!

I'll kill you!

It's going fast.

Johnny, go get me another magazine. Nice and slow.

It's selling quickly!

Look at that cash, man!

Hey! When are you going to stop pissing me off?

- What's up? - How are you?

- Wait, I'll help you. - Thank you, Lamine.

- Come on, move. - Yeah, sure.

Yeah! It's the ones I wanted!

There you go!

- Son of a bitch! - Motherfucker!

- 9millimètres, my ass! What now? - This is ours now!

We're the sicarios now!

- That's not what you think! - Shut up!

Do you want to end up here too?

Answer me!

You just told me to shut up.

You think I'm here because I'm stupid, huh?

And that you're so smart that you'll slip through the net.

Don't come to me when shit hits the fan.

You think I need you?

I can manage on my own.

The last time you said that, I got shot.

You can look at me.

Listen, he'd have gone to someone else. You don't know how that would have ended.

- So you did it to protect him? - You can believe what you want.

I don't want to know what you did, but people are talking in here.

The Sidibé brothers want you dead.

You have a short memory, man!

When the others wanted to smoke you, I never asked you what you did.

And I never asked you to get involved.

- Is that how it is? - Yeah!

You know what, Demba? Fuck you!

Screw you!

And stay away from the kid!

Guard!

It stinks in here!

How many times did I tell you to open the window when you poop?

Relax, old man. I didn't think you'd be back so soon.

What did you call me?

- Nothing, old man, it's cool. - Did you say "old man"?

Come here!

Look!

Look what the old man is doing to you!

Look what he's doing to you!

You wanted to kill me...

It was you or me...

You wanted to kill me...

Keep it calm, keep it calm

They're calling me But now isn't the right time

She wants my heart Now isn't the right time

I want to kill them all But no bullets left

We're cruising through the city

Pockets full of cash

Yeah, let's go! Come on!

At least 100K At least...

Run, they're shooting!

Hide!

This is my turf, you sons of bitches!

Come on, go! Go!

Son of a bitch.

You'll see, Sofyan! You son of a bitch! Okay, Sofyan, you really want this?

No, it's not him.

- What's up with you? - What?

- You got the shits or what? - Are you crazy? I didn't eat.

That's why my stomach is growling.

Let's go get a kebab once we're done.

Right, Noumouké? Red chicken?

- Lamine, with cheddar-- - Shut up.

That's Sofyan.

Don't move until we get back, get it?

Hey, son of a bitch!

Come on, get him! Go around and get him!

Stop!

Stop, son of a bitch!

Get up, motherfucker!

I told you to get up, motherfucker! You deaf or what?

What's up, son of a bitch?

Come on, shoot!

Shoot, because I won't miss you! You hear me?

You're all grown up, aren't you? You're all grown up now!

- You're scared, huh? - Shut up!

Come on, fuck off!

Next time I see you here, I'll fucking kill you, okay?

- Fuck off! Shut up! - We'll meet again, son of a bitch!

Where is he?

- He got away. - What do you mean, he got away?

I almost got him, bro.

Let's go, the cops are coming.

You're going to ignore me because I didn't come to your fight?

I told you I couldn't come. I was in custody.

You think they were going to let me out for your fight? Come on!

I'll leave you alone, busy girl.

The truth is that I got shot at yesterday.

Fucking hell.

DELETE FOR EVERYONE

Come on, get going.

- Let go of me! - Calm down.

Let go of me!

- Stop it. - Let go of me!

Calm down!

What do you want?

Traoré, time for your walk.

- Yayaoui, to the parlor, second round. - Thanks.

- Hey, be careful. - What are they going to do?

What's up, old man? Huh? What are you going to do?

Fuck him up!

Fuck him up! Kill him!

There's no Demba, no Traoré! There's nothing for you here!

This is my turf!

RESULT OF PREGNANCY TEST: POSITIVE

Hey, Djenaba?

I went to visit Demba.

You need to get him out of there.

He doesn't belong in prison.

I understand, but Ms. Ayadi tried everything.

She's not just any lawyer.

Soulaymaan,

I'm pregnant.

Well, fuck, you should open a restaurant.

What's wrong?

Don't worry, we're going to get Silima.

I'm broke. That's what's wrong.

I have a kid on the way. Not a cent left. They took everything.

I'm 40 years old, and I'm stuck in jail with 20-year-old kids.

And I have to fight them so they don't disrespect me. This is nuts.

But you'll make more money, bro.

I'm looking at a double-digit sentence.

They might even bring up another case while I'm in here.

So we each have our own problems.

We each have one problem.

You need money. I need to get out of here.

...police raid at Mr. Traoré's address.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Look at me.

- What's up, chef? - Look at me.

- What's up, Mr. Lawyer? - Look at me.

El Chapo!

Bring the meat.

- What a nice tabbouleh you bought! - I was starting to get hungry.

I didn't buy it, I made it.

Oh wow, man, respect to you.

- Give me the sauce, please. - It's important.

Pass the ball, Idrissa.

Yeah.

Hello?

It's me.

I know, only you have this number.

What's up?

I'm getting my bearings. You know how it is.

Did you get a new cellmate?

Are you crazy?

I told them I don't want anyone in my cell.

You miss me, don't you?

I only miss your cooking.

Stop acting tough with me.

My friends want to see you.

Tell them to come by tonight.

No, bro. Stay with your family.

Relax a little. One more month won't make a difference.

You haven't changed your mind?

I always keep my word.

You okay?

Don't worry.

You got me out.

I don't understand how Ayadi missed that procedural error.

She read through the file with her eyes. Not with her heart.

Who said love makes you blind?

Did you find another firm?

I think I want to open my own.

What's stopping you? Go for it.

Yeah.

Don't stay here alone.

They missed you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Stop it.

I know you.

I won't visit you in prison again.

You're gonna pass on your stress.

I'd rather live in a housing project with peace in my heart

than live in a big house.

Why not both the big house and peace in your heart?

Who were you talking to earlier?

Did I just get out of prison, or did I just go in?

Hey, Kattri.

What's up? How's it going?

Where were you? I called you 100 times.

I was at rehearsal. The Zénith is coming up soon.

You're always rehearsing. Is the trap house going to run itself?

What's up with you? Isn't Samba helping you?

What? He isn't?

Kattri, go home, please.

- There's nothing to do at home. - Not here either. Go.

Why are you here, then?

Listen.

Here are ten euros.

Go buy yourself some candy at the bakery. Okay?

- I'm going to buy some big Malabars... - Okay?

You shouldn't let him hang out here like that.

- He won't leave me alone. - So what?

I'll show you something real quick.

- What's up? - Don't worry, just come.

What do you mean? What's going on?

Just come.

What's your deal?

Just come.

Where are we going?

I'm talking to you.

You're acting weird.

Lamine!

Lamine, please!

You're my brother!

I didn't do anything!

Please, Lamine, please!

Noumouké, please help me!

What are you doing?

Noumouké, untie me, Noumouké!

- Get out! - What are you doing?

Hands off! 800 euros are missing!

- How do you know it was him? - Huh?

- How do you know? - Then it was you.

- If it wasn't him, it was you. - Or you.

Or you!

I told you it was him, asshole!

You did this to Samba for 800 euros?

I don't think you get it. I'd do this to anyone for ten euros.

Okay?

Call emergency services!

I'm calling them!

Please, call emergency services! Who's calling them?

In Champigny, Bois-l'Abbé!

A child got run over. He's bleeding! Hurry up!

Move! Kattri! Soulaymaan, what happened?

- He got run over. - Wake up, Kattri.

- Please. - What happened?

- Kattri! - He got hit for real!

What happened, bro? What happened?

- The car dragged him and then... - Call the fucking emergency services!

Call an ambulance!

Kattri, please...

Wake up, I'm here. Your brother is here. Kattri...

- Kattri, please. Wake up. - Where the hell are they?

- Please wake up, Kattri. - They're coming!

Kattri, please. Come back.

He was so young.

- My condolences, sister. - Thank you.

Poor thing.

My condolences.

Thank you.

They have to do something...

We're not the problem.

My darling. Thank you.

Thank you.

Ma'am, I wanted to come in person to offer you my condolences.

As a father myself, I can imagine your pain.

My office and I would like to offer you our--

Get the hell out of here!

Lamine!

I understand your pain, young man. I do.

- You're not welcome here, Mr. Mayor. - It's not up to you to decide.

We've been telling you for years that you need to put up a stop sign.

We even talked about it in our city council meeting.

Of course, your kids never use that road.

Mr. Ben Saada, do not turn this tragic event into a political rally.

You're not addressing the issue.

And you're the one playing politics by showing up here.

- He's just here to offer his condolences. - Who asked you? Shut up!

- Don't talk to me like that! - What don't you get, Kader?

Take your boss and leave!

Let's go, Mr. Mayor.

- Stop, Noumouké! Please, let's go! - Let go of me.

- Let go of me! - Come, Noumouké! Stop!

- Wait! - Come on, let's go!

Lamine!

- Lamine! - Come on, let's go!

Lamine!

Still no answer?

I've tried calling him five times.

He's not picking up.

I want to get out of here.

What were you doing?

Come on, stop it.

Come on, delete it.

- Delete what? - Delete it.

- I just woke up. - No, you're lying. Delete it.

- I just woke up. Delete what? - Delete it!

- You were dreaming! - You're lying!

- About what? - You're lying!

- Have I ever lied to you? - Yes!

- Are you not answering? - No way, it's my mom.

- Can you see yourself getting married? - Why are you asking me that?

Answer the question. It's just a question.

Well, I don't know. In theory, yes, but...

But what?

If I get married, it's until death do us part.

Everyone who gets married says that.

If I ever get married, I want a bunch of big cars in the procession.

You do realize that it lasts a day and the marriage a lifetime?

Come on. Whatever.

Do you want kids?

Right now?

Not right now, idiot. Later. Once you're a man.

What does that mean?

Who doesn't want kids?

Some people have kids and don't take responsibility.

- Thank you. - No worries.

Thank you very much.

Okay, so...

Why did you choose Annecy?

Because your father lives here.

You're not funny, Noumouké.

I'm serious.

I did some research, and I found him.

I didn't know how to tell you.

- Did I ask you to? - You talk about him a lot, Sofia.

So what?

It doesn't mean I want to meet him.

- He left me for dead. - Maybe it's not what you think.

Are you a shrink now?

Listen, I'm not forcing you to do anything.

But my father is gone.

My mother is gone. And Lamine's brother is gone.

We'd both give a lot to talk to them. But now it's too late.

Focus on your own family.

I know it now.

Trusting someone is taking a risk.

It's like jumping without a parachute.

Blindly.

An investment with potentially no return.

Here's the little heart...

It's accepting that you can't control it all.

You're out of your depth.

I wrote this letter after our missed date.

I never dared to give it to you.

It's all in there.

Go on.

Let me look at you.

What's up, bro? You back in the hoods?

Hey, where were you? We've been looking for you for two days.

- So what? Don't touch me! - Come on, come here. Move. Hurry up.

Keep walking! Hurry up, come on!

Keep walking. Come on. Hurry up.

Let go of me!

- Hurry up. Cut it out. Who did this? - I don't know, bro!

- Was it Lamine? - You think he's stupid enough to do this?

Did you do this?

- It's not us. - Was it you?

- No. - Who? Was it you?

It's okay, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down! I'm not going to!

Is wrecking your own stuff all you know how to do?

To burn down your little brothers' and sisters' schools?

Your libraries?

Your neighbors' car, who are in the same shit as you?

This guy has always been there for us. He's always been there for our parents.

And the only thing you can think of doing is what?

Burn down his place?

Then you'll act surprised when the media and the politicians call you savages.

Fuck them. They don't do anything for us.

"Fuck them. They don't do anything for us."

What is it? You think it's funny? Who's laughing? Who?

True. They don't do anything for us.

But what do you do for yourself?

For your neighborhood?

What did you do for little Kattri?

Swouil, I swear, it wasn't them.

"I swear, it wasn't them." Anyway, you're always innocent.

Okay, it's fine.

- Step out for a second. - You're always innocent.

Come with me.

- Seriously, you need to calm down. - No way.

- Maybe it really wasn't them. - Then who was it, Swouil? Who?

Maybe the mayor's henchmen. They'd have every reason to do that.

We're going to blow up the city hall. I swear we're going to.

Literally?

You're not funny. I'm serious.

CHAMPIGNY HAS A VOICE!

- Don't move! - Hands up!

Put your hands up!

On your knees!

- I said put your hands up! - Where I can see them!

Don't move, put your hands up!

Fuck.

Don't move!

Drop your weapon!

Move!

Take off his handcuffs!

- Hurry up! - Don't do anything stupid.

Shut up! Back up!

Hands up!

Come on, hang in there!

Hang in there. We're almost there.

Come on, get in.

- Come! - Come on!

Give me your plate, I'll serve you.

- Do you want fries? - Yes, a lot of them.

Mom, are you okay?

Call Demba, quick!

- Where's your phone? - Over there. Hurry up.

- It went to voicemail. - Call him back.

Thanks.

Two million euros. With that, you're set for life.

- What are you going to do now? - Hole up in Spain.

I've got business there, and then I'm off to Morocco.

- That's greedy. You should disappear. - As long as there's money, I'll take it.

My father ruined his back after 30 years in a factory.

He didn't steal a single euro. What's his pension today? 600 euros?

Fuck them, bro.

- What's wrong? - Come.

- How's it going with Doums? - He's living his life, I'm living mine.

He's meeting with guys tonight about some business.

So? It's none of my business.

It's the Sidibés, bro. They want to kill him.

It's a trap.

I can lend you some of my guys. They're tough.

I won't get involved.

My brother.

NMK, you're up next.

Yo, there's LDB.

Hey, NMK. The street. I can't believe it.

- What's up? You good? - How are you?

- How's it going? You good? - Not bad.

We need to do that collab.

- For real? - I'm recording.

We're not like that 9millimètres bitch.

Not a chance.

- Go all out, man. - Make yourself at home.

- Let's keep in touch. - You know we're with you, brother.

- Hey, ISK. What's up, man? You good? - What's up? You good?

- Yeah. - You good?

- Good luck, guys. - See you. Come on, guys. Let's do it.

Where's the coke?

- You're going to kill him. - I don't give a fuck! I want him dead!

Give me five minutes. If he doesn't talk, he's yours.

Trust me.

I only trust my brother.

Here.

Stop! That's enough!

The coke is two minutes away.

Take my phone.

Call the last number.

I'm warning you. Don't mess with me.

If he tries anything, put a bullet in his head.

- Hello? - Run!

- Get on the ground! Don't move! - Back up!

Back up.

- A little bit more. - Come on.

Move your ass.

I'll shoot if you move.

My brother!

I'm gonna kill them!

Hold on, we're almost there!

Jackpot, guys.

I recognized Demba Traoré in the warehouse.

It was a real bloodbath in there.

Boss?

Yeah, I'm here.

Are you sure it was him?

Affirmative.

NMK!

NMK, look at me, you son of a bitch!

Step aside!

Let's push.

- Harder. More. - Breathe.

The baby's here.

Apparently, in France,

there are between one and two births per minute.

And one death.

Call emergency services!

Sofia...

You can't escape death.

- Sofia... - I know that.

But I'm not ready to lose her.

Not her.

Not now.

- Sofia. Come back. - Not tonight.

Stay with me, Sofia.

Sometimes,

you have to lose something or someone to realize how much you care.

To stop passing each other without speaking.

Hearing without listening.

Because tomorrow...

tomorrow isn't promised.

And we're not even sure

we'll live another second.

Khadija.

Khadija.

Take her.

I'm too scared of hurting her.

Khadija.

They called her Khadija.

Like Mom.

But Demba might not see her grow up.

Demba.

Demba, the cops are here. They're coming.

Fuck.

What are you doing?

You might have stopped playing, but the game isn't over.

That's so true.

He went that way!

Death or prison.

The street only offers two ways out.

Move!

The stairs.

Sofia got out of the hospital.

We're together now.

We talked things out.

We'd been more than friends for a long time anyway.

We were just scared to admit it.

Scared to take the plunge.

We all voted.

Even me.

Soulaymaan and Swouil dragged us there by the scruff of the neck.

They had never seen so many Arabs and Black people vote.

Swouil Ben Saada, mayor of Champigny,

who would have thought?

Soulaymaan Traoré, deputy mayor,

who would have thought?

How is your mom doing?

What do you think?

I hadn't seen Lamine in a long time.

Not since Kattri's funeral.

Too busy running the trap house.

I still had so much to say to Lamine.

I didn't get the time.

Soulaymaan,

I know now who killed Malcolm X.

Another Black man like him.

The sons of the poor kill the sons of the poor.

And that's nothing new.

You know what?

Life is always about making choices.

Now, I only have two.

Either I follow in Demba's footsteps. I find 9millimètres, and I smoke him.

I take over the trap house, and I make a lot of dough.

And it'll end like this.

Or I follow in Soulaymaan's footsteps.

I go back to school. And I get my bachelor's degree.

That way, if I don't make it in rap, I'll have a way out.

And fuck those who say I can't make it.

Demba told me about a guy who got his language degree in jail.

If he did it, why can't I?

Damn, the street bluffed me

I always wanted to be like my big bro

I didn't want people to think I was bluffing

I was warned, but I did it again

Again, again

I hesitated for a long time.

But now I know. I know what I don't want to be.

I don't want to be just an inmate number.

A statistic. An African with sneakers.

That's what they want for me.

Who are "they"?

Those who want to see us poor people herded together.

Those who go on TV and say we don't want to assimilate with them.

Fuck them.

By the way,

fuck all those rappers glorifying the street like I used to,

those who want to live like Demba without knowing what it costs.

You've reached Djenaba Traoré's voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.

I'm ready to leave now.

Mom will always be in my heart anyway.

No matter where I am.

If I don't leave here, sooner or later, someone will drag me down.

Take me back to my bad habits.

It's hard to grow a rose in concrete.

Mom.

I miss you.

You can't yell at me anymore.

Hold me accountable.

Show me the way.

Take the hits for me.

I still have my brothers,

but sometimes, I feel alone.

Against the world.

Empty.

Like this apartment.

I swear, if you still have your mother, take care of her.

Spend time with her.

Because there's a before and an after.

As the poet said, "Losing your mother is tough."

"Like removing the sea from the French Riviera."

Do you know the last thing Mom asked me?

What is it?

To tell you to stop your bullshit.

- What bullshit? - Your shitty projects bullshit.

Like you didn't do the same thing at my age.

Subtitle translation by: Mélodie Aubrée