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No! No!

Bravo, my love.

It was the favorite piece

of her grandfather...

Aldo Falcone.

A friend, or the faithful partner of many of you.

Franck, don't do it.

We can work something out!

I'll tell César that--

Please, Franck!

Franck! Franck!

He was a man of infinite generosity...

who always reached out to the weak and the needy

who crossed his path...

from his very first grocery store in Antwerp

to Falcone Import-Export.

The old Falcone left it all to me.

There's no way I'll hand it over to his son!

It's my business. You hear?

My business!

His style was not to everyone's liking.

I know that.

But the time of family craftsmanship ends with him...

making way for modern methods.

This is what happens when you send your son

to American management schools.

I'm , Franck.

I swear it, Franck!

Franck! No!

No! Franck!

Let's drink to Aldo Falcone,

and to the modern era of the Falcone Group.

To my father...

No need to bring him back.

Room 4, please.

Hello! Delivery!

Is someone in there?

-Thanks.

Hey, you're welcome.

Shit! That jerk!

Hey! Hey!

-Do you know how many miles I traveled to find you, asshole?

Huh?

-Franck... Franck. Stop.

Dammit, Franck, it's me!

You know me!

Franck, don't do this. For god's sake, it's me!

Stop it!

Stop! Stop it!

-What did you do with the cash?

-Look.

It's Eva.

She's 13 now. I'm here for her.

I'm all she's got, Franck.

-That's exactly how you were outed, man.

That one's a damn rat.

Hold on!

Hold on. Wait! Wait, wait.

Look at this key.

It opens a container at the boat cemetery.

Where we used to fish out the dope

when we were teenagers.

That's where I put César's cash.

There's a boat for Morocco. Go ahead. Take it all.

I don't give a shit.

Let me go. I beg you, man.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

You took something from César too.

I know it.

I know about you two.

But I never said a word.

I would never do that to you, man.

What's César gonna do when he finds out about this?

He's clearly driving us all into a brick wall.

Today, it's me. Tomorrow, it'll be Anna and you.

Please just let me pick up my kid.

Just fucking go.

Scram, I said!

-Hey! Where you going?

-Tears...

they taste like the sea.

Salty water from the ocean.

Over there, you will shine like an angel.

The police are working with them.

If you try that again,

they'll kill your family.

When you get over there,

just got to fake it

and you'll make it up the ladder to the top.

Then you put money aside for yourself.

And then...

you can disappear.

-You looking to get yourself hurt?

-He left the hotel before I got here.

-Did someone see him leave?

The night watchman.

I know that he's got contacts in Berlin and Warsaw.

If you want, I can check.

-No! Come back.

And Franck...

make sure you keep your phone on.

Hey?

Hey!

You all right?

That mini down there in the ditch, is that yours?

-It's his.

-What do you mean, his?

-I saw him. Down the road.

Easy, easy.

I don't get what you're saying - We saw him. We saw him.

Down the road.

Are you with him? They can't take me.

They can't take me.

-Please, calm down. Please. -Don't take me back there.

Please. -I'm telling you. Calm down.

-Calm down. Calm down. -Please don't.

Please don't. Please don't.

-Calm down. -No!

No!

Come back!

-Yes?

You were right.

I couldn't.

But we'll do it today.

-Today?

Where can I find you?

Marseille.

Where the old man taught us to shoot.

- The Ridge? - Yeah.

A boat will be waiting for us.

Reserve a room at Marius's.

I'll join you tomorrow night.

-So, this is it?

-Mm-hmm. This is it.

-Franck...

Where are you going?

How's the load?

All clean.

Wrapped up.

Ready to go.

The right line goes to Barcelona.

The left one, to Brussels.

Fifteen thousand per head.

-You're not needed anymore tonight.

Come with me.

-The King is inviting one of his courtesans

to his coronation?

All right. I'll go and gather my things.

-No.

Stefano will go for them. You stay here.

- What the fuck are you doing?

Don't touch me. Understand? Stupid dickhead!

Stefano...

-What's this? What's happening?

Why'd that dickface put his hands on me?

-You threatening me like that too?

-I am not your father.

-Go on.

Don't make me wait.

-I'm not your wife, either.

At my place in one hour.

For you, is it something

that you just felt?

Or did that come up day after day

in your work as a programmer?

Yes, yes. There was definitely that tendency.

Everywhere. The music, dark and--

So, Seb, I could go on forever,

but we have a particularly rich program scheduled for today.

Yeah, for sure.

You should get fined for that kind of stuff.

-I'm at the location right now.

I'm checking for possible suspects.

Couldn't find anything wrong so far.

I'll keep an eye here for a few minutes.

Storm warning.

The low-pressure system awaited for all of Northern Europe

has arrived, and it's a lot more intense than.

The radar shows that there will be heavy rainfall

throughout the morning and afternoon,

and all-night wind gusts and snow in the Ardennes.

Take serious precautions if you're planning on driving.

Missing-person alert. It's now been three days

since we've had any news on Laure Mertens.

Police have stopped their search due to the intense weather

now affecting the whole country.

The young student was last seen near the university campus,

and since, there has been no sign of her.

According to...

Sir? Your headlights.

-Huh?

-Umm...

looks like you left your headlights on.

You know if there's a bus stop nearby?

What's up with this shit?

Listen, I don't want to worry you,

but I doubt you'll find a bus stop here.

-Uh...

the cook told me there was one not too far from here,

but, I don't know where.

Well...

I'll go back inside and wait there.

Uhm.

I can drop you off in Bastogne. After that, you're on your own.

-Sure, Bastogne is great. Thanks.

My name is Virgil.

Do you have a name?

-Yeah.

-Well, it's nice of you to give me a ride.

-I owed you one for the headlights.

-Probably more like you felt sorry for me.

You know, I'm used to it.

People feel sorry for me all the time.

-I'll stop you there. Pity is not my thing.

What were you doing in such a lost place at that hour?

-Uh, well, I started engineering school.

As hazing, they picked out the newbies

and took us into the middle of the woods, blindfolded.

So, you know, I was forced to figure it out.

-What's that?

-Uh, it's my notebook. I am writing notes.

Like this.

-Notes about what?

-Uh, something inspired by you.

It's "Day of Anger."

It goes:

"Dies irae, dies illa

"Quantus tremor est futurus

"Quando judex est venturus

Cuncta stricte discussurus."

It means, "A day of ire, it'll be,

"Terror shall envelop you when the judge comes to deliver..."

"His ruthless sentence."

-Oh.

You know Verdi?

-Yeah.

Handed down to me from my old man.

-Well darn, he must be a great role model for you.

-I'm starting to get why they threw you out into the woods.

Our only gods are our fathers,

and the devil is what we make of them, right?

You don't believe in God, huh?

Yeah, you know, you're right.

And He doesn't believe in us either.

You want something?

Hey!

-Uh, no thanks. I'm all set.

And actually, I have this for you.

-What's that for? -Well, for the gas.

-Keep your money for your studies.

-No, no. I insist.

And thanks.

It's crazy what you can learn

from being in contact with people.

Are you worried?

-What?

-It seems like something's worrying you.

-Don't do it, please.

-I think I saw that girl earlier on the road.

-The one on the news?

-I don't even know why I'm talking about her.

I don't fucking care.

-Oh, yeah. You do care.

- What? - Sounds like

you need to talk to someone about it,

like to the cop at the restaurant earlier.

Don't you think, Franck?

-Where did you get my name from?

You wanted to go see him, talk to him about her,

show him the bracelet,

but you thought he might break your balls.

And you were right because I saw him

take down your plate number when you walked in.

You were right about the girl too.

It was her, Laure Mertens.

But it's all good. 'Cause she's resting now.

I'm the one who killed her.

I had to try harder than usual. It was tough in the cold,

with the frozen ground and everything.

And my bare hands. What a shitshow!

You ever tried opening a girl's chest

with your bare hands?

I mean, things were already getting dicey.

And all of a sudden, she jumped out of the running car!

The Mini, remember?

And that's why you found her there.

Hey, she also made you feel sorry for her,

but you didn't give her a ride.

Hey, I'm wondering,

were you not able to or didn't want to save her?

What?

Did you lose something?

-Get out.

-But-but-- weren't you gonna take me to Bastogne?

-Are you leaving or do you want your brains blown out first?

-But this is a waste. We have so much to talk about

and do together, don't we?

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

I liked her face,

her pitiful face, asking for help.

But now I prefer yours.

You and I are gonna have fun.

-Son of a bitch.

Anna?

Hey.

This is truck parking, sir!

Cars are over there. Go on. Out of here.

Go on!

- Hello? - Who is this?

It's me. Where are you?

I'm almost at Marius's.

There's a guy who won't stop calling me from your phone.

What does he want?

He tells me he's your friend.

Wait, I don't get it. I got rid of my phone.

H e knows everything about you.

About César.

Okay. As soon as you get there,

lock yourself in and wait for me.

Where the hell did you get my cell phone?

Sleep well, Franck?

I missed you.

You know what I'm doing?

I'm watching the news. You should do the same.

This should be of interest to you.

...a macabre discovery in the Ardennes.

This morning, Belgian police found a body

that had been savagely mutilated

in a forest near National Route 4.

It has been ID'd as Laure Mertens,

a young student from Namur,

whose disappearance had been reported

approximately one week ago.

About 50 kilometers from here, another mutilated body

bearing very similar characteristics

found in a garbage dumpster of The Glutton,

a well-known roadside restaurant along the national route.

The second body is likely that of Freddy Van Mol,

a well-known member of Belgian organized crime.

In the restaurant's parking lot,

investigators have found clothing

likely belonging to Laure Mertens

in an abandoned car.

The car allegedly belongs to Virgil Hilscher,

a student from Namur.

Hilscher appears to be the main suspect in this case.

The suspect has most likely already crossed the border.

French police are coordinating with their Belgian counterparts

to launch an international manhunt.

-You and I are gonna become stars.

Belgium and France

will be especially vulnerable to this severe weather system.

Wind gusts of up to 120 kilometers per hour

have been measured.

You gotta get a hold of yourself, Franck.

I don't know what's up with you,

I'm finding you a bit... sensitive.

I saw you in the forest last night.

I don't know what came over you.

You know, I must have passed right after you.

It wasn't easy. That guy was really heavy.

-Look, you don't know who you're messing with.

I'm starting to get to know you...

and César.

You should have seen his face when I told him

that you took off with Anna.

-What do you want?

-My notebook.

-Your what?

-I want my notebook back.

I put it where you put Freddy's cruise tickets.

The tickets you snatched from his suitcase?

Where you put the key away. You got it?

You following?

There...

What does that key open, again?

-What'd you do with my key?

-Oh, don't worry. It's perfectly safe with me.

I want my notebook back, please.

By the way, you can look at my drawings if you want.

Page ten, for example.

Hey, those telephones are real rats, aren't they?

All right, Franck, you'll have to get back to work.

I can't always do things in your place.

I've prepared a parcourse for getting you back in shape.

It should bring back memories.

Where?

-Page 131.

You and I are gonna do great things.

Talk soon, Franck.

Malebolge cruise ticket.

Van Mol, Freddy, Marseille, Trieste.

Break down that door!

Do the area!

Got something here!

We need to get inside, now.

Police!

Stop!

Position yourselves.

Stop running!

- Don't move. - Stop!

Down there! Down there!

Suspect in sight. Approaching him now.

-Don't move.

Give me your hands.

Where is he?

Police!

Stop now! This is the police!

Stop now! Stop right now!

Man down!

Open fire!

Fire!

-Franck! Do you have my notebook?

Drive! Drive!

What the hell is this?

-I just felt lonely, so... I did the same as you.

A nice SUV and a route companion.

The Prodigue. Did you recognize the place?

That was your first contract, Franck.

Must have felt special.

You slit Mouchkine Jr.'s throat in the service elevator.

Is that what confirmed your position with Falcone?

-What the fuck do you want?

-Hey! I'm not happy, Franck.

First, it's Freddy, now it's this cop.

You're getting soft.

Why didn't you shoot him?

I can't be doing all your work all the time.

You know, you should be thanking me.

The cop's been tracking you since the restaurant.

Luckily, he crossed my path.

Just like poor Stefano. At first, he didn't get it.

But then, well, it was too late!

Stop this car now.

-What a career, Franck.

Anas the Egyptian, five bullets into the thorax.

Florent, alias "The Belgian,"

a bottle opener into his carotid.

Babacar Ouali, drowned

in the Scheldt River. -Those were contracts.

-Carlos, "The Buffalo," his cranium

ground to pieces by a vise.

-Those were contracts.

-Oh, wait. I know. My favorite...

Arthur Redon.

You massacred him in front of his poor little son.

Remember, Franck?

- They were contracts! - Yeah, right.

That's what you say to make yourself feel better.

Stop the fucking car. - Are you serious?

Is your seatbelt fastened? He's dead!

Good thing he crossed my path.

I definitely wasn't going to walk all the way home.

-Stop the fucking car.

Stop the car!

-We're gonna do great things together.

We're gonna do great things together, Franck.

Come on. Wake up, Franck.

-I was told you were... -What?

Dead?

I'm as dead as Elvis, buddy.

- That means that I'm... - No!

Not yet.

You still have lots to do, Franck, buddy.

We're gonna do great things, you and I.

I'll see you soon.

The kid told me to give you this.

You slut! You're worthless.

Please leave me alone.

No!

No! Please!

Please! Stop! No!

-Hey! Get over here.

Come here. Come here.

-Franck!

-Why are you here? Why are we here?

-You called me. You called me and asked me to come here.

Last night.

What? -I never called you.

-But Franck, it was your voice!

-Did you do this to me?

-No.

You were like that when I got here.

You were sleeping.

-We've got to get out of here.

-What? Where are we?

-Where I grew up.

PC, we're in.

It's all clear here.

Checking the location now.

We'll let you know what we can find.

-Come on out!

Now! Out!

Come on, asshole. Out!

Out!

On your knees!

Get down!

Stop right there, asshole!

What're you doing?

What're you doing?

Who is the guy calling me?

Did he send the cops?

Franck!

-I-- I don't know. The son of one of my contracts.

-We have no time. -Talk to me.

Who is this sicko?

Look at this. Look at what shit we're in!

-Let's go. -Franck, talk to me.

-Please don't start... -Talk to me, Franck.

-Don't touch me! -Franck.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me!

Stop. Calm down. Hey, it's over.

Everything will be all right. Okay?

We're gonna be free. We'll be free together.

We'll do this.

Everything's okay.

-Marius?

-Come and see.

Hey.

Welcome to Malebolge Cruises,

little lovebirds.

Franck...

This is getting unacceptable.

Now you have to get Anna to rescue you?

You need me to take care of her too?

Franck? Franck!

- Anna! - Franck.

Franck, come on.

You'll regret this.

-Let go of her!

Let go!

-Hey, Franck.

How nice to see you.

You thought you could take everything away from me?

Huh, Frank?

Giuseppe works with us in Chechnya.

When he saw those pictures of his brother Stefano

attached to a cop with barbed wire...

he really insisted on meeting you.

Who butchered them like that?

Not you.

Nah, you're the efficient type.

Not an artist.

-Is it your friend?

He seemed a little miffed with you.

He's the one who ratted out. Hmm?

What's going on between you and this guy?

-Were you fucking him too?

Huh?

-I don't know that guy.

-And this?

What is this?

Is this where my money is?

-I want to see her first.

-Mala!

Franck! Franck!

-Franck! Franck!

No! No!

Don't.

No! No! No! No!

I always loved your eyes.

Such a pity.

Wait.

I'll take you there. I'll take you there.

I'll take you there.

I was almost there.

A respectable life.

Legal businesses.

A prestigious marriage. A child prodigy for a daughter.

Stuff that the old man was never able to accomplish.

-So that's why you did it?

To be somebody respectable?

Everyone knows you're the one who killed the old man.

-I had a good teacher.

-He raised us like we were his own.

-And take a look at yourself now.

All this, for what?

For Freddy?

For Anna?

-Freddy was family.

-Freddy chose his own path.

And you did too. You chose yours.

All this time you've known it.

This is the life that chose us.

And it's a one-way street.

Watch her.

There's nothing there.

-Go in.

Go on.

Were our moments together really so horrible?

-That wasn't my life.

Stand up. On your feet!

-You wanted freedom?

Shit!

Stop there!

Come on! Run!

Run! Hide!

Get them.

César...

César...

Where are they?

Giuseppe?

Franck?

Oh, shit!

Damn you, bitch. Where are you? Come out.

Anna!

Show yourself, Anna!

Anna! Anna.

Where are you, Franck?

Franck?

Anna!

Anna?

Come on.

Whoa!

Huh!

Welcome to the Malebolge Cruises!

Help!

Help! Help!

Oh, shit.

She must be suffocating.

Help!

Maybe you should save her.

Help!

You see?

That's what your problem is, Franck.

You're in love!

Help!

-Who are you? What do you want?

I want to save you, Franck.

-Save me from what?

-From yourself.

A nice wife? A kid?

Do you want to end up like your father?

You, you're made for killing. Not for baby bottles.

- Help!

Oh, is that really all you've got?

You're almost there, Franck. Go for it.

Come on!

Come on!

Help! Help.

Franck!

-Franck?

Franck.

So, Franck...

Go on.

Go ahead.

Say it.

Say it.

-We're going to do great things together, Franck.