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An Arab proverb says, "Three things define the measure of a man.

Leadership, wealth and misfortune."

I have known these three things.

Am I good or evil? I don't know.

But money is worth nothing when you're going to die.

Do you know how much VAT is lost each year?

-No. -Around ten billion. You see?

FIVE MONTHS EARLIER...

My father founded this business 30 years ago.

I took over ten years ago.

I work my ass off to keep it afloat.

Despite your administration's constraints,

I've never been late.

Mr. Roca, you have your manager's problems,

but I have a duty as a tax inspector.

You have one week.

Renaud!

Renaud, what's this?

Your friends left that.

-Eric and Simon. -Who?

Eric and Simon. They'll explain it later.

-Hi, Sonia. I have a business lunch. -Hi.

Yes. Demeco, union and transporter.

Lunch at 1 p.m. at Colbert's.

Cancel and ask Laurent

-to meet me over there. -All right.

You have Michel's present?

Yes. It's in your office.

Thanks.

Did the meeting go well?

No.

I need to borrow money.

I'm a hard worker, you know that I'll pay it back.

Nobody is going to lend you money.

With your operating account, even if the economy doesn't collapse,

it'll take you 20 years to pay back.

The only solution...

You must file for bankruptcy.

Leadership requires knowing when to stop.

The IRS has sent me this.

I didn't read it.

"As part of the Kyoto protocol,

for a value of 13,747.49 euros, 435 allowances

have been registered."

I know what it is. It's the Brussels commissioner.

It's a tax on CO2 emissions. The right to pollute.

Basically...

if a business rejects less than its cap,

like yours with switching to LPG,

you can resell it.

You can resell it to companies with a higher CO2 emission rate.

Meaning what?

You can recover the money. It's yours.

It won't save your company.

But don't let those bastards keep it.

Go ahead.

Good evening.

You have a good reason to be late?

I owe a million to the IRS.

The bank and the IRS are up in my ass.

Caution, authority and advices solve everything.

You should have read Cicero before doing any transaction

without realizing the disastrous consequences.

A good boss can...

can use his assets

in his business.

He has a unique and concrete role

as a supervisor and manager.

He offers his knowledge

and puts his honor at stake.

I don't think you fit the profile.

-Dad. -Your husband is clueless, you know it.

What are you going to do?

Don't insult me in front of them.

Your wife is my daughter.

And your son is my grandson.

The possibility of them ending up in a precarious situation because of you...

gives me the right to talk like that.

Whether you like it or not.

Nothing?

Please.

-Shabbat shalom. -Antoine.

Here.

Come on.

-Your turn. -Come on.

I fold.

-You fold? -Yes.

You too?

-All in, then. -Call.

-Seriously? Sure? -Yes.

Fucking accountant.

You're so fucked.

Here we go.

-It was for my kid's college education. -He's going to college?

You're the father?

Look at that.

Stand up for yourself.

-What are you looking at? -Do you know her?

-No, dude. -Who is she?

You're crazy. It's Noa Van Strecht.

Van Strecht.

She's a model. In magazines.

-Without money, you can't fuck her. -And him? Who is he?

This guy is the boss here.

The big boss.

And he's celebrating.

Tomorrow, the VAT increases.

One point, two million, easy.

Explain.

His name is Atlan.

He owns all the mobile shops in Paris.

He has some dummy companies that buy duty-free phones in Italy.

And he sells them without paying the VAT.

This asshole steals 30 million per year.

-Thirty million? -Thirty?

How do you know that?

Our mother is his manager.

And she handles other things.

Simon and I are the porters.

Don't be so judgmental. Of course, we do it.

You must take risks when you have no degree.

He didn't go to college and he doesn't fuck anyone.

He makes an honest living.

I don't want to pay taxes.

How much you want?

I don't know.

Good night.

I've made enough money.

Go to your wife.

No.

You come here?

Yes, sometimes.

Antoine Roca, a friend...

-Hi. -Simon, my brother. Kamel, from the club.

Come see me. I have good quality.

Boxing club?

Good night.

Who are these assholes?

Sparring partner.

Who are they?

The Range Rover, no idea.

The BMW, the Wizman brothers.

And the ones talking to the doorman,

three assholes.

Kamel Dafri and Said Ben Arfa. And William Krutel.

The anti-gang unit keeps tabs on them.

Robbery, illegal drug trade.

These bitches are already on the street.

-What do we do? ID check? -No, we wait for them.

Let them get organized and feel safe.

They are so dumb.

That's why we always fuck them.

We just need flexibility.

Where were you?

I was playing poker.

Why did you leave?

My father is worried.

-Don't you understand? -He's a jerk.

He enslaves everyone.

He just has money.

That's a start.

What are you blaming me for?

Not being like him?

I'd rather suck dicks than be like this asshole.

Don't say that.

I can say what I want

in my home. I pay for everything.

What do you do?

Except going window shopping?

And getting manicures with your friends?

I've been working 15 hours a day for ten years.

And you let your father disrespect me every day.

Have you ever stood up for me?

I'm the father of your son.

You're going to wake him up.

I don't give a fuck.

You're setting him against me.

I get it.

He'll get it later.

And you'll end up alone with your shabbat blessing.

With this jerk and your senile mother.

You know what?

He's right.

You're pathetic.

-Loser. -What are you waiting for?

Ask your Jew friends to fuck you. Maybe, you'll have an orgasm?

Get out!

Now!

I feel sorry for you.

We're just saying goodbye

We're just saying

Goodbye

A kiss!

You don't go downstairs?

Poor Michel.

So...

I don't want to bother you, but it must be done today.

Sign the bankruptcy forms.

Yes.

Here.

It's hard, I know.

You'll get back up.

I'm here for you.

For that or a drink.

I'm here for you.

Here.

Good news despite everything.

I've sold your carbon allowances.

The right to pollute.

It has been wired to your personal account.

Around 16,000 euros.

You'll have it in 24 hours.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Bye.

It's very simple. To access the carbon markets,

you open an account in the carbon registry.

It's just an online registry.

It took me five minutes. Anyone can do it.

You just need an ID and the commercial register extract.

How do you sell the allowances?

It's also online. You open an account with a verified trader,

then just like in the stock market, you buy, you sell.

It's everywhere in Europe. For example,

your company has been exemplary in France

but you can resell your allowances

in the Netherlands

to a polluting company who needs allowances.

There's a tax on allowances?

Yes, oddly enough.

It's not like other transactions.

In France, the VAT is 19.6.

The rate is different in the other countries.

To simplify the exchanges, the price is duty-free.

If you sell in France,

it includes VAT.

-Why do you care anyway? -Go on.

The State lends you the VAT

in order to simplify the transaction.

In your case, out of 16,000,

the VAT comes to 3,000 that you'll give back

at the end of the tax year.

It's absurd. It's the French way.

Can you find

a dummy company

with a straw man and a foreign account?

What for?

-Just an idea. -You're planning a VAT scam?

You're scamming the State, careful.

Do it for me.

Carbon allowances? What's the point?

Like with Atlan.

What are you talking about?

Stealing VAT on a carbon dioxide?

We're supposed to run around with gas bottles?

-How can we sell it? -It's just wind.

Wind with VAT.

It's virtual.

No transporter, no middleman.

No liquid assets. It's only you and your computer.

-I don't understand anything. -Yes, it seems complicated.

-We don't know shit about stock market. -You're so dumb.

It's not complicated. We just need to be bold.

Some assholes went on vacation with the Bank of France's keys

leaving the door open. Let's help ourselves!

We can't refuse.

Move your body. I need help.

There are other bags in the car.

-My son, how are you? -Fine.

His wife broke up with him.

He's in the storehouse for now.

-What did you do to her? -Nothing.

Don't worry.

It's messy down there.

-It's okay. -All right.

-Are you going to eat with us? -I can't. Thank you.

He's planning a hold-up.

The Bank of France.

Shut up.

You'll end up in a trunk with three gunshots in the head.

Gunshots? Shut the fuck up. She's family.

She has other things to worry about.

It's my home.

Okay? You must tell me everything.

There you go. Shut the fuck up.

FINAL BALANCE

-Wait a minute. 40,000 euros? -In one week.

It works.

If it's that easy, why does nobody do it?

I don't know if I'm the only one.

If it really works,

you'll make a bundle. You'll pay off your debts and keep your company.

Why sharing?

It's about multiplying.

More funds mean more money.

The end of the line is not my department.

I don't know anything about launder money.

Or the fraud squad.

If you hear about them, it's too late.

You know a pig? Or you?

-He shares information with you. -I handle the pig.

You're mouthy.

He's right. You're a jinx.

What do you want to do?

We must open several businesses to create an economic bubble.

If the transactions are made

through a unique company,

we'll be flagged.

We must open companies that'll sell the allowances to each other

on the European market.

A French company sells them through a trader,

and another asks for the same amount

-simultaneously and so on. -It's a carousel.

How much do you need?

One million.

-Euros? -Two would be better but one is okay.

Where are we supposed to find the money?

The Sentier district.

The party scene. Showbiz, big spenders.

Drugs, prostitutes and magnum bottles.

We'll target them.

One rule.

It's important.

We don't talk about CO2 to anyone.

Why are you here?

For my son.

We haven't heard from you in 15 days.

You have suddenly deserted the marital home.

What does it mean?

I was working.

You were trying to scam my friends and partners.

What are you doing?

Benamo and Zarwi have called me.

The whole Sentier knows about your scheme.

What did you expect?

You won't scam us.

Nobody is going to lend you money.

Do you know why?

They know that you'll never pay back.

I have informed those who don't know you.

I have an offer for you.

An offer you can't refuse.

This money you need to open your shady company...

I can give it to you.

But I want my grandson.

I want sole custody of Tom.

I'll double down if you get out of our lives.

Think about it.

It's better to stop seeing a son who likes you...

than having a son...

who will witness your ineluctable decline.

-Shame has no price if you erase it. -Aron.

Who you think you are?

The one with money.

The only inarguable power.

What's your answer?

-Daddy, how are you? -Fine.

I saw you.

I'm proud of you.

-Really? -Yes.

It's complicated.

Don't forget that we love you.

Okay?

-You're not coming with us? -No, I can't.

We'll spend time together later.

-Hi, Grandpa. -Hi.

Well.

Mr. Vainberg?

Goldstein speaking.

Keep my son-in-law under surveillance

around the clock.

Wiretapping, tailing, observation.

Tell me everything.

Where he lives, what he throws away, the color of his stool.

Thank you.

-Where are you going? -Smoke break.

-How did it go? -I don't want to talk about it.

My father-in-law blocks us.

He has screwed us over. We won't find the money.

-What are we going to do? -No idea.

We can take him out.

What are you saying? Stop your bullshit.

You're a pain in the ass.

I have an idea.

My sparring partner, Kamel, can help us.

-He can find one million? -Or two million.

-Call him back. -Wait a minute.

-Jews and Arabs don't work together. -I'm not Jewish.

Here we go.

-You're happy now? -Yes.

Finally. We were trying to reach you.

I'm listening.

I spoke with Kamel. We'll see him at 3 p.m. in his shithole.

I'll come. Where are you now?

And you?

I'm almost there.

What is it for?

I can't tell you.

You want two million but you won't say why?

I want to know where my money goes.

-Calm down, Kamel. It's nothing shady. -Shut up.

I'm talking to him.

It's a lot of money.

I can ask you any question.

Kamel.

I won't screw you over.

It's a great opportunity.

You'll double your lead.

How fast?

Three months.

So, basically...

if I give you five million, you'll give me ten back.

That's right.

You better be right.

Or...

each day will bring you sorrow.

And your family will suffer.

-Who are they? -Sons of bitches.

This talk isn't good.

-I'm going with the Arab lady. -We told you, fuck her.

I speak a little Arabic.

Give them the money.

You want it?

Starting businesses is easy.

We can do it remotely by bribing some people.

The difficult part is to find managers. We need a real person.

With a real ID if we want to obtain the Kbis extract.

What's that?

-It's the commercial register extract. -The SIRET number and all.

So, we need IDs, passports.

Where do we operate?

With that, wherever you want.

Including in France. But not in the EU.

-How we deposit cash into the accounts? -So...

We better open offshore accounts.

Cyprus, Jersey, Hong Kong. Tel Aviv, of course.

The Balkans too.

You put the cash into the account and we send the funds

to your carbon companies' accounts.

But you can't do it remotely.

You must go to the bank

with your cash money.

Yes. So, we appear on the initial accounts?

They can trace us back, right?

Well, we must open

those accounts under a false identity with fake IDs.

-Security cameras? -There are.

How can we avoid being spotted?

Yes, but be aware of what you're going to do.

You'll enter a bank in a foreign country.

You'll deposit 100,000 euros in disguise with glasses and a fake beard.

-Classy. -Just one small problem.

The managers. If you know them,

they can rat you out.

For the IDs,

I can help. But the managers...

The commuters.

In YMCAs,

-young workers' hostel... -Good idea.

We offer 1,000 euros for an ID.

And they declare the loss of their ID one week later.

Why'd they agree?

It's a tempting offer.

Yes.

We'll open around thirty companies.

We must be creative. Any idea around the carbon theme?

CarbonTech.

-CarbonSystem. -Herboplus.

Carbonara?

-Carbones. -Carboner.

Carbonobo sounds great.

You're carbonkers.

Carbonehead!

Well done!

If you need...

Nine, ten, eleven.

Twelve.

Well.

The vice.

Why are you here?

It's been a while.

You want a drink?

-Where are your sons? -They come and go.

I know, yes.

Macau, Hong Kong, Tel Aviv, Cyprus.

They have no fear of flying.

They can travel like everybody.

Yes, but it's a lot of travels.

They'll catch hell.

Under a false identity. Wearing blonde wigs and tinted glasses.

Don't beat about the bush. Speak.

Kamel Dafri.

He's a bitch.

Tell them to stop working with him.

He's a shithead.

This guy is dangerous.

Get it? He's dangerous.

I don't want to escort you

to the morgue to identify their corpses.

Concerning their travels in clown disguises...

only I know.

Nobody knows.

Take care.

He's the pig?

He won't talk.

He owes me a favor.

My husband had helped him back then.

And you.

You're sure of it?

I'm sure.

But we must move. We can't work here.

If we are exposed, they'll find us easily.

Because of the IP address and the calls.

We should go to a hotel.

And pay in cash, it's safer.

There's a Jewish saying.

"Bad news travel fast."

Do your business.

Pay Dafri back. And drop it.

Okay.

Well.

Here.

Here.

-Room service. Hi. -Hi.

Two hundred.

It's great.

-It's great. -Coffee?

Around 1,500, easy.

I'll help you.

Don't worry.

We watch that?

Fuck.

Yes, 40,000.

At the end of the year.

It's 40 excluding tax.

Here we go.

I'm looking at it. I'll write it down.

-I have 135 on CarbonTech. -It's moving.

On...

Is it okay?

That's right.

Yes.

Where are they?

Cheers.

God bless you, my sons.

What do we do now?

We must act.

It can't stay there.

No, we're going to reinvest it.

It's like a stroller.

The more we invest, the more we make money.

I only want cash.

It's too dangerous to leave it on the accounts.

Eric. Tell him.

Basically, a VAT business lasts three or four months.

We must empty the accounts.

So, if your company is worth 100,000,

and they'll be up in our ass...

you must empty the accounts. And it takes time.

You must do it quickly.

From Monday to Thursday, stroller.

And on Shabbat, you empty the accounts.

Great. But how do we handle so much cash?

Who can do it?

I know.

I know.

The Chinese.

-Yes. -I know a Victor Wong.

He'll handle it.

Accept it.

Let's go diving.

-So, we go to Baron's? -I'll pass.

You're tired.

-Go back to your wife. It's been a month. -I don't have a wife.

You're married.

-Think about your kids. -What are you talking about?

Without me, you'd be nobody.

Who has introduced you to Kamel?

-Get off. -And you?

-You're talking to me? -What the fuck!

Shut the fuck up.

Stop using!

Stop it!

-Shut up! -Asshole.

Go fuck yourselves.

Fuck off, bastard!

Son of a bitch.

-Sorry. -I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

Take care.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Everything.

It's too obvious. These two assholes are always wasted!

-It won't end well. -They're great.

-They're my friends. -They're just poker buddies.

They don't give a shit.

They just want to show off, fuck and do drugs.

It's a disaster.

You know it.

-You know it. -Did you hear Dolly?

We're going to fence the cash.

We'll let it flourish and we'll empty the accounts.

It's just wind.

It will only be wind.

We'd be already fucked, anyway.

Think about your dream life.

Five years in prison.

-See you tomorrow. -See you.

Hi. It's Noa's phone. Leave a message.

Noa, it's Antoine.

I'd like to see you.

If you can or want.

If you want...

call me.

Well. I think of you.

Hey.

I know. It's late.

-Can I come in or what? -Sorry.

Come in. I'm happy to see you.

Thank you.

Sorry, it's a mess.

How did you find me?

I came across your buddy, Eric.

-Am I bothering you? -No. Not at all.

I wasn't expecting you.

-You work from here? -Yes.

I work with Eric and Simon.

I know.

Who told you that?

Eric talks a lot...

to everyone.

What about payment terms?

Ms. Dolly knows it.

Up to five million, 24 hours.

Above that amount, 48 hours.

The bank details of an account in the Haifeng county.

This bank is not in touch with western authorities.

Hardly with Beijing.

No one will trace it back to you.

Or this meeting.

I can assure you.

As soon as it is confirmed, the money is yours.

Minus my fee.

He has called me. He owes us everything.

He has been promoted. He's going to New York.

His uptight successor says,

"It's going to take three days."

And he wants to see me.

-I'm in deep shit. -Which company?

-CarboTech. -Shut it down.

-And no more BNP bank. -Right.

We can't take any chances. We can't go there.

And then? Barclays asks for five days.

Our problem is the fucking traders.

They've got us by the balls.

We'll start a trading company.

A decent company which pays VAT, taxes.

With us at its head.

-And here we go. -Who will be the manager?

-No. -What?

-No. -Yes.

-Come on, man. -I can't.

-No. -You're a CPA?

-Fuck. -Montana Trading.

-It's swag. Scarface. -Montana?

-We're going to fuck them. -I like it.

-How does the movie end? -I don't give a shit.

-Montana. -Montana Trading!

-Montana! -And Roca Transport.

-They don't know? -No.

-What? -He has bought it.

We have.

We have.

-Seriously? -Let's celebrate! Mazel tov.

Mazel tov.

Here.

Up we go.

It's great.

Here is the room.

The office.

No. Here.

Yes.

These thugs.

Yes.

What's that?

So? You like it?

-What about the gear? -Tomorrow.

It is delivered tomorrow.

They'll set up an IP deflection.

-And how is the team? -Great.

They buy, they sell, they cash.

One-way glass. They can't see or hear us.

Look at that.

Look at that.

Come closer to the window.

Quick. Come closer.

You hear me?

Nothing.

I'll fuck your mother, asshole.

We're going to fuck her real good.

It's 42,000 at Frankfurt.

It's 42,000, take it.

Okay.

Incoming.

One, two, five. The UK. Fuck them.

We don't let them get away.

Balls.

It's 700, Bulgaria. Even the small ones.

Antoine.

-Kamel. -My friend, how are you?

-Great. And you? -I see that.

The Porsche.

The 6,000 euros suits.

How is business?

-Listen, it's fine. -What?

Did I lend you money to show off?

What?

Kamel, you're a bit early.

We agreed on three months. In four days.

The cops are here.

Okay.

See you soon.

-How are you? -How are you?

Good and you?

It's yours?

No. I've stolen it.

Get in.

Here.

You've really stolen it?

-I'm kidding. Put your seat belt on. -Where are we going?

Granny Roca's.

-Yes. -You're happy?

Yes.

-Another coffee? -No, thank you. I'm good.

-Can I help you? -I'm almost done.

You should replace your dishwasher.

It's 20 years old.

Why replace it? I'm all alone.

Everything should go.

Here. Something for you.

What is it?

You know.

Take it.

I don't want it.

My pension is enough.

Mom.

Take it.

Last time I saw you, you were burdened with debt.

Living from hand to mouth.

Three months later, you're rolling in money.

Your car costs more than my house.

You look like a pimp.

I don't want your money.

It'll stay here until you retrieve it.

Or someone else.

I won't spend this money.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean?

As a kid, your father was dumpster diving.

Then, he became a garbage man.

He has risen to the top and bought the company.

You know the rest.

He has never done

anything illegal to feed us.

He wouldn't accept dirty money.

Mom. It's innocent. I haven't killed anyone.

-I hope so. -Don't worry.

It's okay. Don't worry.

I'm smarter than the system.

I don't want to disrespect Dad...

but being honest is not worth it here.

You get it?

No, you don't.

Tom, come on.

Kiss Granny.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mom.

See you tomorrow.

I want to thank our suppliers and our partners.

Thank you all.

All my employees.

It's not over. Thank you for being here.

My father used to say,

"When you're uneducated...

to become someone,

you must learn to... watch and listen."

I don't really know...

if he can hear me tonight...

but it is with great pride

that I dedicate this reception to him.

My Dad and to my mother...

who is here.

Thank you.

Cheers.

-Here's to your father. -To my father.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Here's to France. We've fucked them real good.

-Calm down. -We've screwed them over.

Here's to France!

Eric.

Please. Stop it.

We don't give a fuck about anyone.

I'd like to propose a toast to Antonio.

Hey. You'll make love later.

The lovebirds!

I swear...

-Please. -My man...

My man, Tonio.

Look at us, bro.

You're a genius, bro. I love you.

Me too. Sit down, please.

Bro. I love you...

Careful!

You're sorry? You know your job, right?

Seriously? Fucking bitch.

Look at her.

Eric. Eat. Calm down.

Waiter, come here.

Come here.

Here.

-Eric! Stop it! -Mind your own business!

Mind your plate. Here, 10,000.

I'll give you another 10,000 if you serve her, cock out.

I'm sorry.

-Why can't you do it? Come here. -I can't.

I'll give you 10,000 if you do it.

-Stop it. -I can't.

Eric, keep quiet!

I can do it if you want.

Keep the cash. I don't give a shit.

You're a pain in the ass. Fucking moneybags.

They think they can do whatever they like.

-Stop it. -Shut up.

What are you doing?

Don't touch your plate!

Goddamn it! What are you looking at?

You think you can do whatever you like?

Right? Look at yourselves! Dickheads!

-Fuck. -Calm down.

-I'll take care of him. -Don't worry.

Don't touch me!

You're a cocksucker?

What are you doing?

-Fuck off! -Stop it!

-Your fucking restaurant! -Calm down!

Stop it! You're embarrassing us!

Call your manager. I'll write him a check.

I'll pay the bill!

I can buy it...

I can buy your restaurant, bastard.

Son of a bitch.

What? Don't touch me!

You'll see...

Stop it!

-Antoine! -My family is here!

My employees too. What the fuck?

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

-Shut the fuck up. -Don't touch me!

-Shut up. -I'm hungry.

-Come on. -I'm starving!

I'm starving!

-Fuck. Listen to me. -Take it.

Enjoy, bro!

-Eat it! -Fuck.

Move!

-You're okay? -Yes.

You're thinking?

About my father.

What he'd say?

What do you think?

He'd be ashamed.

Like my mom.

You're a good guy.

The only one I know.

I'm a loser. I'm an asshole.

I wanted to show off.

It was wrong.

I'm a mess.

What will they think of me?

Who?

My mom, my employees.

You'll explain it to her tomorrow.

What exactly?

That you've saved your company.

You've saved 35 families.

It's a good start.

-Antoine. -It's not that simple.

I'm just afraid.

Then, stop it.

Stop it.

I don't want to stop.

Not now.

Why are you here?

I want to see your home.

Where my son will live every other week.

-It's beautiful here. -No.

Can we have a coffee?

Why?

-I want to talk. -What about?

Your new life.

Your night life. Your private jet.

-The luxury hotels. -It's business.

I'm tired. I need to sleep. Please.

-Explain it to me. -What?

How can you afford this apartment?

-It's none of your business. -I'm your wife!

Seriously? My wife?

I was a loser.

And now, you want us to get back together.

Who do you think you are? It's over, Dana.

Get out.

She's your bitch?

She's my partner.

Get out. Fuck off.

-You're going to regret it, asshole! -Yes.

Asshole!

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

He has even started a trading company.

Unbelievable.

It's one of my biggest mistakes.

I've underestimated this moron.

With all this information, he'll go to jail for several years.

Jail? And for what?

Drag my family's name through the mud?

This asshole is still my son-in-law.

For now, nobody can find out.

Understood?

What's your plan?

Do you know what Bonaparte said?

"An Imperial general has always more than one plan.

One must change one's tactics during the battle."

I'll show him who is the general.

You won't count?

I trust you.

So, Kamel...

We're even?

You're leaving?

You can't.

Look at me. I'm supposed to accept the tips?

Who do you think I am?

-Say what? -I'm not dumb.

Everyone knows about your monkey business.

You really think we're even?

I want half of it.

I owed you ten.

-That's what we agreed on. -I want 250.

And soon.

In three days.

-Okay. What the fuck? -Wait!

-What the fuck? -Shut up!

-Shut up! -Calm down.

-Calm down. -Come on.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

I gave you money.

We're partners.

From now on, fifty-fifty.

End of discussion.

Goddamn it! Fucking Arab dickhead!

Goddamn it!

And we give him 250? We're fucking cocksuckers.

-You don't agree with me? -Shut the fuck up, asshole!

-You and your half-baked plans! Shut up! -Shut up!

Who did you call?

I want to speak to inspector Moser.

Take that!

You won't have my man! Bitch!

I'll beat you up!

Take that!

-Bitch! -Whore!

Shut the fuck up!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Take that!

Come on.

Stop it!

What do you want?

Listen to me.

So, it's a scam involving

you and Dolly's sons?

You've stolen 500 million from the IRS in four months

by using a notorious thug's money.

Now, he's slapping a fine on you.

And I should protect you and turn a blind eye?

What about my code of ethics?

If I give you 100,000 right now

and 300,000 at the end, is it okay?

Corruption attempt now?

It's a little too much for a jail virgin. Don't you think?

It's nothing compared to what I can offer you if say yes.

So?

Your hand.

From now on, call me on this number.

Day or night.

And 200,000 right now.

-Two hundred thousand? -Okay?

Okay.

Noa?

Who did that?

Who did that?

It's over.

My love.

Baby.

It's over.

I'm here.

Aron!

Where is she?

Who exactly?

-Your fucking daughter. Dana! -Quiet now!

-I just want my son and I'll go. -Anthony!

-Get him out of here! -Don't touch me!

Throw him out!

-You. -Out!

Don't touch me!

Get out!

-Leave me alone. -Daddy!

Take him back to his bedroom. I'm coming.

Come on. Carry on.

Having examined the evidence available,

Mrs. Dana Silvia Roca, née Goldstein,

is unable to have custody of her son, Tom.

In reference to Mr. Vainberg's request,

the order of temporary custody

for Mr. Aron Goldstein, the grandfather,

the court has decided

that the request won't be granted.

The father satisfies the requirements

to have custody of his son.

The custody of Tom Roca is granted

to his father, Antoine Roca.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm here to inform you that the CO2 market...

has been corrupted by a VAT scam.

I have in my possession all the documents

backing up my words.

It's up to you now.

You have them?

I'll give them to you in exchange for something.

You're the only one who can help me.

I want the custody of my grandson, Tom.

He's with his father.

It's not good for him.

The police can't do anything against a court order.

Especially as it is a family matters order.

In that case, I'll let you deal with the bad check...

and the small-time crooks.

-Come. -This possible juicy criminal case

is not an excuse to be dismissive.

If you want my help...

I need to know it's true.

You'll have the documents only if you meet my demand.

Meanwhile, look into this.

Montana Trading.

The fraud squad knows.

Nothing concrete, but they're initiating a procedure.

Who told them?

It's your father-in-law.

He has documented all your activities.

What can I do?

You either close down and run away

to a foreign country with the money.

Or you disclose the scam on the market.

When all the thugs realize how much money they can make,

everyone will do the same and we'll be overwhelmed by all this.

You'll get organized and limit the damage.

And Dafri?

Dafri.

The only way to get rid of him is through drugs.

He's doing it again. He's controlling the drug trafficking.

If you can place that somewhere

so that it's always on him, it won't be a problem.

-A wire? -Yes.

How can I place it?

It's not my problem.

You owe him money.

Do it when you give him the dough.

Honey.

Mrs. Melki.

-Hi. Police. -Honey, please.

Mr. Melki?

Fraud squad. You're under arrest.

No!

What the fuck?

Asshole.

Shit!

Take the bags.

Three days, asshole.

Laurent is a chicken but he's not stupid.

He'll get busted too if he says anything.

The pigs are not here.

How much do we have?

It's 900 million.

And his 600 million.

He didn't take it?

Our problem is the Arab.

He won't leave you alone unless you give him what he wants.

And Moser? What he's doing?

He needs a substantial delivery to take him down.

By then, we'll be dead.

Why don't you go to Israel?

And my son? And Noa?

They go with you.

What's best? A golden cell over there or a grave here.

What?

Noa.

You're all right?

You're fine?

Eric!

-Look at me. -Vanessa.

She's injured!

Call an ambulance! She's injured!

Shit!

Goddamn it!

Call an ambulance!

Vanessa!

Take that, a sleeping pill.

Thank you, my son.

Thank you.

You want to stay here?

-I can take you home. -I'm fine here.

I'm fine.

You still have Dad's gun?

He used it for self-defense.

Not revenge.

-They have attacked us. -We're all alive.

We're lucky.

You must run away.

Go.

And you?

-I won't let you. -I'm not their target.

I've lost your father. I won't lose you.

Leave now. Promise me.

You and your brother.

Come on.

-Eric. -Help me. I've made a mistake.

What did you do?

-I've killed the fucking bastard. -Who?

Ben Arfa. I killed him!

Why did you do it?

I don't know. I killed him!

Where are you?

I don't know. A bar in the suburbs.

I don't know.

You have your passport?

-What? -Your passport? You have it?

Yes, I have it.

Rush to the airport. Take any flight to Tel Aviv.

Call me when you're there.

-Understood? -And my wife? My kids?

I'll take care of them.

You have to run away.

Go to Tel Aviv and call me.

-Don't worry. I'll take care of you. -I'll call you back.

Antoine. I'm not stupid.

Ben Arfa has been shot in front of his boxing club.

A witness has identified Eric's scooter.

He didn't even change the license plate.

You're all stupid or what?

-You're already in deep shit. -It doesn't mean anything.

Seriously? And his disappearance means nothing either?

Antoine. It's serious.

It's a first-degree murder.

If you know where he is, tell me.

I don't know.

Killing him was the worst thing to do. Where is he?

Okay.

Tell him to surrender. Vanishing into thin air like that...

Dafri is capable of the worst.

He can hurt his wife or his kids.

He's nuts.

He'll torture you.

What are you doing here?

Leave her alone!

-Leave her! -What?

Don't hurt her!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up or I shoot you!

You see him?

He's my friend.

He'll stay with your whore while you retrieve my money.

Then, you'll call this pussy, Eric, and you'll meet him.

If you do it, she'll be alive when you'll come back.

And we'll be even. Is it okay?

-I don't know where he is. -Sure?

Cut her ear off.

No, it's okay. Don't do it.

I'll call him.

Call him.

-What do you want me to say? -Tonight, 11 p.m.

Under the Austerlitz Viaduct.

-Port de la Rapée. -At 11 p.m.

Austerlitz. Okay.

-Eric. -I was going to call you.

-Where are you? -I'm packing my bags.

Listen.

We'll meet at 11 p.m.

I'll text you the address.

I'll bring you money.

Don't pick up your phone. Okay? See you tonight.

-You're fine? -Yes, I'm fine.

Fine. Thank you, Tonio.

Good.

11 p.m.

Austerlitz Viaduct Port de la Rapée

Sending message

Simon? What the fuck? Where is Eric?

He's saying goodbye to his kids. I'll take the money.

Don't stay here.

What's happening? It's the big brother?

-Stay put. It's not him. -Roger that.

I can't explain it. Don't stay here.

What the fuck! There's something wrong?

-Don't stay here. I don't have the money. -You're kidding?

-You hear me? Go away. -Calm down.

Hey, Moser, stop it!

What the fuck?

Just fucking leave.

-What is he doing? -Two scooters.

Incoming. What do we do?

You hear me? Moser?

Who are you talking to?

Go away!

-Go away! -What are you doing? Shit!

Stop it! Fuck off!

Police!

On the ground!

Come on.

I can't stay here.

I can't.

Can you carry the coffin?

I'm sorry. I didn't ask for this.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I know..

We're proud to confirm the arrest

of Kamel Dafri...

for the murder of Simon Wizman, and on suspicion of the murder of...

the billionaire Aron Goldstein

killed by the same weapon on Monday night.

The persons apprehended...

My client has an offer.

I'm listening.

There's a crooked cop involved too.

Who?

My client must be able to leave here freely.

He'll answer to any court summons, of course.

Deal.

An Arab proverb says, "Three things define the measure of a man.

Leadership, wealth and misfortune."

I have known these three things.

Am I good or evil? I don't know.

But money is worth nothing when you're going to die.

Death is less scary when you're tired.

In 1997, the EU pledged to cut its greenhouse gas emissions.

Pollution permits were launched in a cap-and-trade system.

The scam, called The Carbon Connection, lasted from September 2008 to June 2009.

The EU lost 5 billion. France lost from 1.5 to 1.8 billion.

Subtitle translation by Salonee Kadam