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One isn't born a Fury.

One becomes a Fury…

…and dies a Fury.

A bloody death, usually.

Their history, our history,

is riddled with tragedy and curses.

But the greatest curse among the Aragos…

…is being born a boy.

Driss Arago was born in the shadow of his mother,

and grew up in the shadow of his sister.

He never found his place in the underworld.

The Fury's son inherits nothing. No role to play, no responsibilities.

Driss wanted to write his own destiny.

Robberies, trafficking, drug smuggling.

But writing your own destiny has its consequences.

This is where he's buried. In the underworld cemetery.

And here is where I finally meet him.

My brother was brilliant.

His presence never went unnoticed, ever.

He was special.

You're a lot like him, you know?

I have no memory of him.

Or my mother.

You were such a small girl.

How did it happen?

The accident?

A robbery that took a bad turn.

A high-speed chase with the cops.

He ended up losing control of the car.

Your mother was with him.

Why didn't you keep me?

All you ever talk about is family, tradition…

But when they died, how long did it take you to hand me over to strangers?

I did try.

I swear to you, I did.

But I couldn't.

And also, you know, often enough, people around me end up here.

So I wanted to protect you, to give you time.

Time is precious.

But I knew I'd find you eventually.

And you never asked yourself what I'd want?

-What you'd want? -Mm-hmm.

Well, you want power.

You wanna change things.

Here.

That's your power?

We clean up The Godfathers' mess because we're women?

But not because we're women.

Because we've got principles, a code, honor.

-And a gun. -And a brain too.

And a gun.

Do you happen to know why Furies are born in cemeteries?

Because two people are coexisting in you now.

There's Lyna and there's The Fury.

If at some point, there's a conflict between Lyna and The Fury,

always, no matter what, The Fury has to prevail.

So, to become a Fury,

you have to bury a piece of yourself.

That's why.

You could've told me that when we met instead of sticking a gun to my head.

The role of The Fury has to be earned.

Now I know you're a true Arago. You love it.

So?

What's the word?

Parques. He's trying to undermine you.

To take your place?

To take my head.

He needs the approval of the six Godfathers to bring you down.

I'd like to believe in your lucky star, boss.

But with the Bible missing and a dead Godfather, you're not coming out strong.

That bitch Mama and The Trans will turn on you, that's for sure.

-The Ks are still on the fence. -Okay, I'll take care of The K.

You try and secure The Duke and The Californian.

-Okay. -You take care of Fehim.

He'll like you, I'm sure.

Look, he's a gross old man, I won't flirt with him.

I don't mean that, dummy.

You're straightforward, and he likes tough negotiations.

IN MEMORY OF OUR DEAR HERVÉ

My condolences.

I know what it's like to lose a child.

Karl?

Fraco, my friend…

So, are you giving up on The Fury too?

Not even a god damn hello, huh?

-You know who you're talking to? -Yeah, yeah, I recognized your odor.

You don't waste your time, straight to the point, huh?

That's very much like Driss.

Hopefully you don't have much else in common.

The other Godfathers are worried

at the thought of his daughter becoming our Fury.

I liked your father.

It was easy running my business discreetly with how much trouble he made.

You attract attention too.

We could beat around the bush for longer, or you could tell me what you want

and save everyone's time.

Come on.

Ah…

My support doesn't matter, you know?

I'm the smallest Godfather.

You're discreet.

Not small.

But you don't want us to think that.

I see you've learned a lot from Selma.

I owe her a lot, you know?

But…

this is my loyalty.

The Olympus is here.

And here,

The Fury.

Why get myself burned when I can stay neutral?

Parques is pragmatic.

He can look the other way, unlike Selma.

Is that your demand?

I'm a glutton, that's my flaw.

Well, for now, I snack in secret, but…

If The Fury happened to find me eating from someone else's plate,

from theirs, for example,

I'd like her to turn a blind eye.

Can she do that?

She accepts.

Really?

Remarkable.

Long live The Fury.

Move aside, please.

Not The Godfathers this time.

Way too much shit happening. The mortician wants to see you.

The Fury's like scabies.

You think you're rid of it completely,

then you realize that it's still there,

and it's itchier than ever.

I see everything, you know?

Everything.

She's been having tremors, did you notice that?

No. I did.

Waiting for a natural ending to The Fury line was fine by me.

But an heir? That's unacceptable.

What, so you'll eliminate Lyna?

No.

You'll do it, actually.

CAUSE OF DEATH NATURAL DEATH

So, did you get him to talk?

What a day.

Two members of The Godfathers' families on my tables

and I get a visit from The Fury.

I understand you were one of my suppliers.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

I removed the bullets from The Jelly's body.

But that's not all.

I was putting his teeth back in and look what I found.

Ah, allow me.

Uh, quick question. The paper, you found it before we arrived?

Mm-hmm.

So, you took it out of his mouth, and put it back?

-Mm-hmm. -You're insane.

Yeah.

But I'm good.

Hey.

Look at what The Jelly didn't want us to find.

What are these symbols?

-A code? -It's Fehim.

He created a way to communicate with The Godfathers,

and he uses the pickpockets as messengers.

So this message contains the information that cost The Jelly his life?

Yeah.

In order to decrypt it, we'll have to investigate

the only ally we have in The Olympus.

When The Olympus was under digital attacks,

Fehim invented a new analog communication system.

-Untraceable. -Ink and paper.

Can't the cops decrypt it?

Fehim guarantees absolute secrecy.

The sender writes his message down, splits it into three

and gives each piece to a different delivery man.

So if the cops catch one of them, it's impossible to decrypt.

Only the recipient can decrypt the message.

And that is Fehim's system.

-A human blockchain, with zero copies. -Zero copies?

There has to be a copy.

If The Olympus heard there was a copy, Fehim would get whacked right away.

He's not stupid.

Even so, Lyna is right. I'm sure there are copies.

We gotta find them, so what we have to--

Don't even bother. I see where you're going, I'll handle it.

Fehim's system works well, but there has to be a flaw somewhere.

And you'll follow his messengers to find it.

Be discreet.

Find out where they copy the message.

And where they take it after that.

That'll lead us to Fehim's hideout.

♪ I tell you we're upside-down Get into the money ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round Get into the money ♪

♪ I tell you we're upside-down Get into the money ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round, 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round Get into the money ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round Get into the money ♪

♪ I tell you we're upside-down Get into the money ♪

♪ The money make the world go 'round, 'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round ♪

♪ I tell you we're upside-down ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money Get into the money, get into ♪

♪ Get into the money, get into ♪

He's very confident in his system, huh? No alarms.

There's your alarm.

Analog.

As expected of Fehim.

I can get through. I can do it right now.

At the slightest noise, he appears.

The copy of The Jelly's message is here, Selma.

You could stop your war.

Do you really want Fehim to know we paid him a visit?

Let's not jump the gun.

We'll come back later tonight.

Go get some rest.

♪ Uh, she want everything ♪

♪ I don't make her choose ♪

♪ Boss lady in the red Thousand-dollar shoes… ♪

♪ Only thing I ever wanted Was to never lose… ♪

♪ Payday feel like every day A vacay, okay… ♪

NADYA KEITA INCOMING VIDEO CALL

Well, since I didn't get a response,

let's go with an easier question.

How long does it take to roast a pig?

Answer. Not long given the amount of coke we're gonna find at his place.

You won't find anything down there, except dust and a couple of crackers.

Oh, no need to panic. There are no drugs in this apartment.

Well, not yet.

Find this amusing?

No, not really, but I hadn't heard from you at all, so I got worried.

Give me what I want,

and I'll disappear.

You'll get your life back, your Elie.

Don't worry, he went out to get some food.

You can really work up an appetite investigating The Fury.

You're so cute.

But next time, it won't be a threat.

And as you know, cops don't last long in prison.

Come on, make up your mind.

He'll be back soon, and I'm sure you don't want me to tell him everything.

That's fine.

I'll give you The Fury.

I just need a little time.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

First you kiss me, now this is what you do?

I thought there was something between us.

Just a kitchen counter.

♪ Someone else's baby ♪

♪ Someone else's eyes are blue ♪

♪ Someone else's baby ♪

♪ Oh, who's got a hold up… ♪

Ahh!

♪ I wonder who's in the love-seat ♪

♪ Who's got a heartbeat… ♪

♪ I could steal his fairy queen… ♪

♪ But I can't resist The thought of being kissed ♪

♪ By someone else's baby ♪

♪ Someone else's special date ♪

♪ Someone else's baby ♪

♪ Someone else is kinda late ♪

♪ Oh, he'd better mind out ♪

♪ She's gonna find out ♪

Police, open up!

The bullets that killed The Jelly,

we know them well.

That's impossible.

The Olympus destroyed the people who made those.

Yet they exist.

I'm sure you noticed that every attack against The Olympus

is linked to your brother.

What're you saying?

Lyna.

Don't start.

Selma,

her whole family got shot up, right?

She got away without a scratch, you think that's normal?

Why would she seek revenge?

She doesn't know what happened 20 years ago.

What'll happen when she hears you killed her father, huh?

Ow!

-I'm really sorry. -No, no, don't worry.

I didn't like this couch, anyway.

Or this living room.

Or the kitchen either.

This whole apartment, actually.

And this watch?

Oh no.

Here, give me your wrist.

It's been monitoring my heart until now.

But now it'll monitor yours.

Did you lose one?

-Hmm? -Your earring.

Are you okay there?

You're serious? Is it that important?

Hey.

I had a normal life before I met Selma.

I had parents, I had a future, a boyfriend.

I mean, it's complicated.

Yeah, I can tell.

You and I, I wanted it.

It's the only real decision I've made in a long time.

-It's just that… -It's complicated.

Mm.

Complicated's fine with me.

Okay?

The dead…

How do you manage to live with it?

Never get used to it.

They're there and they become your universe.

Sometimes more than the living.

What do you think is gonna happen to you when Parques realizes you let me live?

I'll figure it out.

Lyna!

The hell are you doing?

-That's blood. -Huh?

You should get away from me as soon as possible.

Everything I touch turns to blood, y'know?

Driss and Kahina, my parents…

They didn't die because they had an accident.

They died because us Furies, we're bad luck.

Wait, wait, an accident? But who told you that?

Selma.

Y'know, they don't talk about Driss a whole lot in the underworld.

I'm not sure what The Fury told you about your father.

I heard he schemed against The Olympus.

The Godfathers put a price on his head.

In such cases, only one person's allowed to pull the trigger.

It doesn't look too complicated, actually.

You've seen Fehim. He's not Tom Cruise.

He gets through.

But them? They do their rounds every 15 minutes.

-So, what do we do? -We hurry.

Guys, what's it like out there?

Nothing to report. The coast is clear.

Okay.

We get through, we find the info, we leave without anyone seeing us.

Okay? You stay behind me.

You know, they don't talk about Driss a whole lot in the underworld.

The Godfathers put a price on his head.

In such cases, only one person's allowed to pull the trigger.

-Looking for this? -Give me that.

What did you do to my father?

Lie to me and it'll ring.

Cut it out.

No more lies, no more made-up stories.

Tell me the truth.

What did you do to Driss?

The Olympus sentenced him to death?

Yes.

You tracked him down?

Yes.

-And you killed him. -No.

I couldn't.

You disobeyed The Olympus?

I hid him. I locked him up.

In prison.

He would've returned.

You don't know him.

No.

I don't.

All because of you.

Selma? A vehicle's approaching.

Fehim and some of his men. Get out of there.

Go ahead and get the copy. I'll handle Fehim.

Lyna, did you find it?

I need more time.

Selma's handling Fehim. But his guys are armed. It's not gonna end well, kiddo.

Two hundred kilos coke, Thursday. Customs' wheels greased.

Successful fishing. Bercy's computers under control.

Judge Vanetti. Too curious. Need elimination.

Car blown up. Case closed.

Lyna, hurry up.

Selma's stalling for time, but I think her diplomacy's wearing thin.

I go out of my way to save you.

I told them you're as loyal as it gets, and you do this?

Stop taking me for an idiot.

How long have you been doing this?

You're betraying them all.

Make these copies disappear, Fehim.

You know what? You owe me.

So, the only thing that's going to disappear

is your memories of what you've seen here.

You gotta get out of there. You're out of time!

Schedule the weapons delivery.

Unmarked truck. A1.

Thursday the 22nd. 23:00 GMT.

Let's go.

What the fuck is this?

Did you call them here?

-Care to explain this little get-together? -I heard Fehim has something to show us?

Yeah.

He's saying it better be fucking important on a game night.

Was it you who sent us that invitation, Selma?

Where are we?

NADJA KEITA: SO, YOU PROMISED ME INFORMATION?

I WON'T GIVE YOU ANYTHING UNLESS I HAVE GUARANTEES FOR ME, ELIE AND MY MOM

You're in no position to negotiate. Give me what I want.

The message, give it.

All this for what?

To track one of The Duke's deliveries?

Guess you need this, huh?

You need it, the when, the where.

How many years of private conversations are in there?

Someone's trying to frame me.

But you tell them.

Tell them I'm innocent!

I asked them to come here so that you could serve as an example.

Nothing eludes my vigilance. No one.

Don't ever doubt your Fury again.

Very well.

I vote death.

-Same here. -But you have no right!

You can't execute me without a vote from the six Olympus families!

That's the rule!

I only see five families in The Olympus.

And they've just become much richer tonight.

All right.

Take all of my businesses, take everything, I'll disappear.

-I'll leave the underworld. -Leave the underworld?

Yeah.

Who's in favor?

Selma, what do you think?

No one leaves the underworld.

Selma! Have mercy!

So, did you find the copy?

That's all that matters, right?

Your mission.

So?

So… go fuck yourself. I'm out of here.

You still don't get the picture?

You wanna end up like Fehim?

There's a little gizmo

that monitors me, and if I die the police will get some tips on The Olympus.

You don't get to manipulate me like that this time.

Now I'm gonna go find my father.

And I'm feeling pretty good because The Fury's watching over me.

Okay, fine, Lyna.

I should've done things differently with you.

I should've told you the truth right away.

You were right, actually.

We're the same.

I also have blood on my hands.

And I'm also ready to betray my family.

I lost track of time in this shithole.

Checking up on me, are you?

Or are you just here to make sure the traitor's still in prison?

No, I just wanna know who's using these nowadays.

Those are obsolete.

Just like you.

You've aged.

Don't know about me.

They took everything from me.

Even my reflection.

What about you?

Can you still look at yourself in the mirror after everything you've done to us?

I took care of Lyna.

She'll make a perfect Fury.

You can keep me locked up in here…

but the truth won't stay hidden.

What will happen to you when Parques realizes you let me live?

All this because of her?

Love is brutal, tough, violent.

And you, my dear Orso…

…I love you.