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Officially, of the five greenhouses in Jardin des Plantes,

only four are accessible to the public.

"Officially" is a concept without relevance in The Fury's world.

This fifth greenhouse is where The Godfathers of the six families

who rule organized crime meet.

People call them "The Olympus. " And The Fury works for them.

The Godfathers all hate each other, but still work together.

Business above all.

And among them, is the one they call The Jelly.

The man who killed my father.

And you stay here with The Fixer.

Hey, hey, where you going?

Just observe and keep your mouth shut. Kids like you get eaten alive here.

Don't trust their fancy suits and their manners.

If they're here, it's because they've stolen, betrayed and killed.

And I mean lots of killing.

Joseph de la Brenne d'Otrante, aka, "The Duke. "

There's not a single park or a garden in Paris where he doesn't grow his drugs.

They are The Trans. They run games. They're the ones you stole the truck from.

That's The Californian.

He's into tech. Market scams, digital blackmail…

Pickpocketing and purse snatching, that's Fehim's thing.

No one pays much attention to him, and he likes it that way.

He only works with kids, but he's not sentimental.

Mama, she's in charge of prostitution.

High-class, low class or downright disgusting.

She's got some damn twisted clients.

The K Brothers. They handle robberies. They break into safes and cops' skulls.

Those three definitely have a screw loose.

-Karl, Fraco and-- -The Jelly?

He's late, you know him.

So, Selma, my angel, since when can you summon us like this?

I have new information on the death of Darius Guerrab.

The fucker who killed my father is in there. She left me with servants.

Keep your voice down.

The servants are lieutenants of the six families.

They're having a good time now, but things can get ugly.

Ever heard of nitroglycerin?

Well, the underworld's a thousand times more volatile.

Fortunately, they have The Fury to fix things before they get out of hand.

Paris would be a battlefield without her.

She's been doing it for years. Her mother before her, her grandmother--

I don't give a damn about family stories.

She's your boss now too. Shut the fuck up and keep your ass on that chair.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Mr. Parques, the head of the underworld assassins.

A real piece of shit. Don't ever go near him.

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry, sir.

What are you doing?

Let him go!

So, after months without a single piece of evidence,

you finally found a lead.

Huh?

People who said you were useless probably feel stupid now.

Darius is dead because he stole money from you,

but before he died, he left a message.

Pointing to the culprit?

Pointing to The Jelly.

-The fuck are you talking about? -Hey. Whoa, calm down.

-What? You got a problem? -Hey!

A delivery for The Fury.

It's from The Jelly.

What is it, Selma?

What is it?

It's The Jelly.

Oh, fuck.

The Fury can't help but pick up stray dogs, apparently.

And stray dogs need to be trained.

Ain't that right?

Go ahead, bark.

Bark.

-Bark. -Let go of her.

Another crisis?

Let me know if you need help.

Oh, sure, you can help me, yeah.

Just go ahead and lay your head down on the subway tracks.

You're finished, Selma.

In times of war, The Olympus needs soldiers,

not a vigilante.

She won't be there next time.

Boo!

Would you have let him break your arm?

So, did you see The Jelly?

The K Brothers' black sheep.

A creative, but unlucky robber.

That's from when he closed a safe on his finger.

Here you go.

Prone to lousy deals.

Addicted to gambling.

That is something a family from Manila gives to deadbeats.

Ah, this is more recent. A dog.

This and your father's death amount to a declaration of war.

We just have to find out who it's from.

He was the only one who could tell me why my father was killed.

I've got nothing else to do here. Nothing else to do with people like you.

Don't you wanna know why your father died? I do.

The sooner you forget your old life, the better. No one leaves the underworld.

Ever.

That's all.

What?

Well, that's all we have.

What about his head?

Why is there no head?

Not feeling well, kiddo? Is this your first dead body?

Well, in this state, I mean?

Anyway, go get some rest.

Rendezvous tomorrow at nine at this address.

You know what happens if you're not there.

Where are you sleeping?

In my mother's bedroom.

Okay.

No questions, please.

Lyna?

Can I come in?

Do you want a t-shirt for tonight?

This all right?

Yeah, thanks.

Sexy.

I'll show you something sexy!

I TURNED OFF THE ALARM, YOU DESERVE TO SLEEP-IN.

Oh, shit!

-This is the last time you're late. -I'm only a minute late.

What?

Free yourself.

-No. -Try.

Okay, shift to the right and hit him with your elbow.

Not bad.

By the way, you can't keep sleeping at your mother's. You work for me.

You deserve better.

That building belongs to the underworld.

You can go there tonight if you're still alive.

Hey, boss. I have news.

I found out what The Jelly did with the money Darius embezzled.

That he was forced to embezzle.

Cut it out, cut it out, all right?

That's my mug.

He's right, that's his mug. He's very fond of it.

-He's sentimental. He keeps breaking it-- -Hey, whoa, whoa.

-Can you focus? -Sorry, excuse me.

The Jelly hijacked one of Mama's containers.

It was full of girls for her brothels.

But he left with only one girl.

-Weird, right? -Who is that girl?

-Simon, do you recognize her? -No.

But for The Jelly to go after another godfather,

she has to be someone important, someone who knows something.

Mama has to know what it is. Let's go see her, what are we waiting for?

Shit, she is so dumb, it's unbelievable.

Why did you bring her here, anyway?

Mama won't talk.

And she'll dig her heels in if she knows I'm snooping, so, no.

On the other hand, she's a maniac.

She archives it all.

We should check.

And we need someone she doesn't know.

A luxury store in the heart of Paris.

What better place to sell her girls?

Mama stays behind the scenes.

She has everything planned

so that her luxury clientele can indulge in all of their fantasies.

Follow me.

-You'll sneak in with her next delivery… -Come on. Hurry up.

…and search her office.

This way, come on.

If Mama kept quiet after The Jelly stole one of her girls,

it means she's hiding something.

Something that could explain The Jelly's death,

and that of your father.

Turn.

Yeah, that's good.

I love it. You're beautiful.

Such a beautiful bride.

I love it.

Oh, here they are, my little birds.

Take it easy on them. They've come a long way.

Yes, that's tasty.

Aren't you hungry, my dear?

After such a long journey.

That's strange.

You feel a little lost, right?

There's one too many.

What?

There's a guy who owes me a favor.

He's going to hack their IT system.

Once inside, you're on your own.

No, it's fine. It was just a bug.

Go on, prepare my girls

to be presented to the world!

Allez!

You'll have to go to the top floor.

That's where Mama's quarters are.

But be careful.

Some of her clients are really twisted.

You are gonna be my mommy.

And mommy will feed me.

Uh, you… you want me to make you a bottle?

No.

I like my milk fresh.

Uh, I don't have any milk.

Well, it won't be my fault if I hurt you.

No! No!

Mama has an archive. She puts every arrival on record.

The girl's name has to be in there.

DELIVERIES

I've got a mission for you, but I want it to remain confidential.

All of my missions are confidential.

This one even more so.

One of my containers was stolen.

Is that why you took The Jelly out?

Shhh.

Boss?

The Gypsy Godfather who doesn't have a trailer. Feels wrong, doesn't it?

For 30 years, The Jelly never moved his trailer from the K Brothers' camp.

Never did. Now it's nowhere to be found.

What do you think, Simon? Hello, gentlemen.

Yeah, I don't know.

Word is it that he fell out with his brothers and was preparing a hold-up.

But I guess the plan was never set in motion, much like his trailer.

Huh.

That means someone else was involved in this, though,

an accomplice who has turned.

Right.

What is that? Is that your phone?

No.

It's the kid's.

Oh well, forget it then.

ELIE INCOMING CALL

Tell me, Selma.

What's your deal with this kid, anyway? I don't get it.

You take her in, you train her without telling us,

without me looking into her…

We're not used to working like this.

You know what, Simon? Stay out of it.

Okay. I'll stay out of it.

I didn't kill The Jelly.

I wouldn't go after another family

for a container with only one girl missing.

And you figure if his brothers find out about the container…

They'll think I'm the one who killed him. Just like you.

Isn't proving your innocence

The Fury's job?

The Fury wants to shed light.

Me? I like the dark.

Which is your department.

The Jelly organized this whole thing for one woman? Who is she?

Asma.

A poor, unimportant girl.

She came to join her father, an illegal immigrant, after ten years.

Well, I mean, you can ask them about it yourself.

Her address is in there,

as well as any other information about them.

After you're all done,

get rid of them both

and anyone linked to that container.

Do your clients like that?

Me, I prefer to feel a pulse beating under my fingers, you know?

I'll help you with this.

But, if the time comes when I happen to ask The Olympus

to choose between The Fury and me,

can I count on you?

Come on! Quick, quick! Come on, move it!

Who did this to him?

I don't know. I found him like this. Hey.

Hey. Come on, wake up.

Hey!

Run! Let's go!

Let's go, hurry up! Come on, come on, come on!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! No one goes out before we check them, okay?

It had to be you.

Huh?

Stop, stop running. Slow down. Calm down, calm down.

-Where have you been? Slow down. -I'm just the IT guy, okay?

Hey, we're here to help you, okay? Hey, slow down.

I almost bought your story

of the innocent girl who knows nothing about her parents' business.

Let me out.

Apparently, you're involved in every goddamn mess in the underworld.

So, you know what I'm thinking?

You've been involved in some shit,

so if The Fury didn't kill you, you must be working for her.

Go ahead, jump.

And say goodbye to this right here.

Is this Mama's?

It must be really important for you to risk stealing it from her place, so

I'll give it back to you, but

you work for me now.

Do you hear me?

We're going to be friends, you and I.

Did The Fury put you up here?

Boy, it sure pays to work in the underworld.

Hey, get this outta here.

Hello?

-It's me. How are you? -I'm all right, where are you?

I'm staying with Mom tonight, she needs me here.

-You sure? I really wanna see you, y'know? -Mm.

-Sorry, she really needs me right now. -Okay, sure, I understand.

-I love you, sweetheart. -Me too.

-Good night. -Kisses.

-You know I can see you too, right? -Huh?

Oh, it's you.

ELIE INCOMING CALL

Tell me, Selma.

Stay out of it.

What?

I don't know, I don't see her, I mean,

that playful, clever, fearless girl I saw at the casino, that's not you.

You look pretty scared to me.

Yeah, well, I get cold easily.

I'm not the type to walk around naked on my balcony.

Aw man, there we go, now I see her.

You're observant, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Very.

See, I recognized your sarcasm.

And your urge to hit me.

Why, what is it? You wanna try?

Want me to teach you?

I'd love that.

But you work out too much, you won't fit through this.

Magic.

Your guard.

Like this.

Okay?

I throw a punch, you block like this.

Great.

You're slow, but you're cute.

Who the hell are you?

Someone discrete. A neighbor who doesn't ask many questions.

Here, nobody likes questions.

Your shoes.

They're expensive.

Your suit.

Very fancy. Tailor-made.

If you're asking if I can take you to fancy restaurants, the answer's yes.

But the first thing you do when you get home is take it off.

So I realized something.

Your beautiful suit…

…your handsome face,

and your perfect figure…

Thank you.

You're just playing a role.

You're scared someone will notice that you hate what you do.

Okay, sweet dreams.

Wake up, turkey. It's already midday.

You scared the shit outta me, dude.

I can do worse.

Oooh, I'm shaking.

Not as much as you.

What, am I the only one who noticed?

Do you see anyone shaking?

Don't ever speak of this again.

By the way, you did well yesterday.

You made a mess, but you did well.

Now we know more about the girl The Jelly was interested in.

Asma.

I asked Mud Man to go search her father's house. He won't be long.

Oh. See?

So, I didn't find Asma's father, but what I found is… some croissants,

and most importantly, his daughter, Asma.

Lyna, the boss. Boss, Lyna, Asma.

Come on in, have a seat.

Do you know why The Jelly was interested in you?

No.

Not in me.

In my father.

He's a craftsman, my father.

A real genius.

Everything he touches turns to gold.

The Jelly wanted him to make a… ...a key.

But my father refused to work for a criminal,

so The Jelly used me as a bargaining chip.

But a key for what exactly?

I don't know.

And have you been in touch with him since then?

Just one message three days ago.

Don't worry, sweetie.

They're treating me well. I'll be back home soon.

Wait, play it again.

Don't worry, sweetie. They're treating me well.

I'll be back home soon.

He's in The Jelly's trailer.

-Mm. -Play it back.

-That's an elevated railway. -No.

That's the RER. I can hear the machinery. Play it.

Don't worry, sweetie. They're treating me well.

It's a junkyard?

Yeah. Doesn't help much, but yeah.

I heard dogs too.

-Didn't you hear them? -No.

Oh, but don't feel bad, we start losing our hearing once we turn 25.

There were several dog bites on The Jelly's leg.

I don't think he was running dogfights.

Don't worry, sweetie. They're treating me well.

The junkyard. With the fat guy. What's his name? Tony?

It's right behind the C line, and he's got a kennel.

-Well, let's go there. -Okay.

You'll handle the dogs. They're aggressive.

I'm worried I won't hear them. Where's Simon?

I don't know.

SELMA INCOMING CALL

MY LYNA

Are you okay, my little darling?

Well, actually, I'm not.

Not at all.

Move.

Stay here.

Put him in the back. Destroy all this.

Come on, move. Move.

The fuck is this mess?

You go. We'll keep them busy.

Son of a…

…bitch!

Now that we have the money, we can start working on the safe.

Ask him for instructions.

Please tell me you didn't do that, Dad.

That's a key to a safe.

But this is goldsmith work. Only geniuses can do it.

That's why they snatched Asma's father.

My father wouldn't have betrayed his code for a mere safe.

It's not a mere safe. Six pieces.

The Godfathers' safe.

There's nearly nothing else that valuable in the underworld.

The Trans are the ones who look after it.

What the fuck?

The Trans aren't picking up. I'll have to go there.

The note you found proves that your father and The Jelly came up with the plan.

It mostly proves that they were working for somebody.

Hmm.

When a three-man job ends up with two corpses like this,

then surely there's betrayal.

Obviously.

The guy from the junkyard is the third man.

We have to find him.

You knew my father, isn't that right? He was a good man.

He wouldn't betray my mom and I for money, that's impossible.

That's not him.

I don't recognize him.

I don't recognize him either.

He wasn't stupid enough to go after The Olympus.

He lied to everybody.

You're lying too.

Unless you just forgot to mention him.

What's his name again?

Elie?

That's a nice name.

Your little secrets are forcing us to eliminate a cop.

It's complicated, but it can be done.

Not the first time for us.

I thought maybe a car accident. Does Elie like to drink?

Of course he does. He's a cop.

Oh, a pint.

For all we know, it's not the first one.

Another three or four, we put him behind the wheel, and we do it Lady Di style.

Unless you have another idea?

I have an idea.

I had your phone, so I took the liberty of setting up a little date.

You'll break up.

A break up that doesn't leave any hope.

So I don't have to get my hands dirty. Okay?

This is your final chance.

You okay?

What happened?

Oh, I fell in the subway.

-I have something to tell you-- -I have something--

Um…

We used to say that once you got your diploma, we'd leave.

Elie, it's--

It doesn't matter.

So…

A gift.

I booked us a suite at the Gritti Hotel.

At Hotel Gritti.

Suite 102. Apparently, it was Hemingway's.

Facing the lagoon, obviously.

-With a small-- No, wait, wait, wait. -Elie.

I know what you're gonna say. You'll say this is not reasonable.

That it's six months' salary.

It's eight months' salary.

But you deserve it.

Let me give this to you, please.

I thought that being away from Paris for a bit could be good for you.

It could be good for us.

-You have it all planned out. -I have it all planned out.

Check this out. Stuff we could visit, stuff you might appreciate…

Shall I read it to you?

Uh, that one's for me.

Check this out. Let me find you the good plans.

-Wait, I'm gonna get something to drink. -This--

-I'll order it for you. -I don't mind.

-You sure? -Yeah.

So? Not done yet?

Yeah. No.

I need a bit more time.

I'll do it.

Just not here, not like that.

Hey, please.

You can't put this off.

A broken heart is always better than a bullet to the head.

Did something happen?

I should've checked with you beforehand, right?

I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. Uh…

I can't leave anymore, Elie.

I'm stuck here.

I'm stuck in the past.

You have no future with me.

-What are you talking about? -I can't do that to you.

You deserve better.

You deserve so much better.

The two of us, we're--

-The two of us is all that matters. -Mm--

-As long as we have each other-- -It's over.

Wait, Lyna, I…

I know you're scared, okay?

I know you're scared. But when I look at us, I do see a future.

It's just, trust me. Trust me.

-I have to go. -No, wait, please.

Are you fucking deaf?!

Your stupid smile, and your shitty ass jokes, I…

Just, I can't take it anymore, I just…

-Your gestures, I feel-- -Lyna, please, listen to me.

I feel suffocated! Suffocated!

We're done, you hear me?

LYNA GUERRAB 1995 - 1998