Get them out.
Wait until I'm gone to uncover them.
I'll let you know via walkie-talkie.
Shit.
What the hell is this?
-Where are we? -I don't know, but we're far away.
I'm not sure how long we were asleep.
Those assholes drugged us.
What's with these monks?
I don't know…
Grandma?
Is that Grandma?
-Grandma! -My girl.
-Grandma! -My girl! Are you okay?
-Dad. -My sweet daughter.
Fuck.
-They didn't hurt you, did they? -No, we're okay.
-Hold on. -What?
Where's Ali?
-What? -What? Ali?
He was in the car with us.
Fuck.
A NETFLIX SERIES
DRUG TRAFFICKING: REMARKABLE ESCAPE
Today in the news, a remarkable escape. A commando armed with explosives…
Explosives and everything. They weren't joking.
…transferred three prisoners from Poissy Prison to Fresnes.
Gérard Hazan, his son, Joseph, and Olivier Pariente
are now nowhere to be found.
These former butchers became figures in organized crime,
involved in a big drug trafficking operation.
I swear, they're real thugs. I swear.
They created a strain of weed
known in the drug world as Pastraweed.
Yes, hello, Mr. Prosecutor. It's Aïda Benkikir again.
I'm calling because I'm really worried. As you know, I'm the Hazan family lawyer,
and I'd like to give you some details about what happened.
Could you call me back as soon as possible?
Thank you very much. Bye.
It's okay, my love. They're asleep.
I see. You're calling her "my love" right in front of me.
Call him "darling" while you're at it.
You're lucky I've settled down.
Before, I would've chopped you up and given you to the neighbors.
-Youssef! -Calm down.
You liked your life. Joseph was in prison.
-Not at all. -Yeah, right.
Now he's escaped, he'll sink his teeth into you.
Stop saying he escaped. Don't you get it yet?
He had no reason to escape. He was gonna get out soon.
I can't reach Ali, Aure, or her grandmother.
Something's off.
What are you thinking?
I think they were kidnapped.
Kidnapped? By Gérard's girlfriend?
She's not "Gérard's girlfriend." She's Pénélope Cavillan.
She's worked with the cartels for years. That woman is super dangerous.
What are we gonna do, then?
We can't do anything. I just need to see the prosecutor.
What should we do?
Should we leave them here or move them somewhere else?
No, we're waiting here. The boss will be here soon.
Okay.
We need to know why we're here, okay?
I'm gonna try to befriend them and get information out of them.
What? You're not gonna befriend them. Fuck.
We know we're here because of Jaurès.
-We're gonna get killed. -Stop with that.
No one knows about Jaurès. No one.
You can tell they all speak Spanish, not Dutch.
Who speaks Spanish here? That's not a bad way to connect.
I know a few words.
-Yeah? -A few words…
Yeah, well…
Yeah, mostly lyrics to Gipsy Kings songs.
Damn it, Olive.
Okay. Everyone, breathe.
Calm down. Nothing can happen to us. We're in a sacred place.
Spaniards are very religious.
Remember the caretaker with her nativity scene?
She screamed at the neighbor because his dog pissed on the donkey.
What does this have to do with Mrs. Alonzo?
They have fucking Kalashnikovs.
Fuck.
Who's that?
Who is that?
That's Ricardo.
You scared me. I thought that was you, Miguel.
Miguel is like a father to me,
so I won't hide the fact
that I would've been a little upset.
Okay. Who are you?
Léonard.
And what do you want?
Do you want Pastraweed?
No. Nothing special.
They asked me to catch you. I was paid for that.
And…
Ali? Where's Ali?
Ali…
All I can say about Ali is…
I don't give a shit.
That's really funny.
I didn't see that one coming.
That's a really good one.
Laugh, damn it. Laugh.
Let's make a connection.
Let's go. Follow me. Come on.
Yeah.
You clean that up. It looks disgusting.
So here it is. Get settled in. I'll come back later.
-Thank you so much. -Yeah.
All right.
-This is a nightmare. -Yeah, damn.
What's with this crapper?
The helicopter upset my stomach.
Honestly, I can't take a dump in front of you.
Are you serious, Jo? Poop? Can't you see we're in deep shit?
Exactly.
We're not in deep shit.
We're here to make Pastraweed. It's not complicated.
What matters is we're together. Together, we'll always get by.
Grandma, it's too risky to have you making Pastraweed again.
-You're tired. -No, I'm not.
Let me negotiate with the guy.
Negotiate? What do you want to negotiate?
I don't know yet, but I'm gonna try to get on his good side.
-Oh yeah? -You're all a pain in the ass.
You left me like a dead dog on the road.
Laugh at his jokes, damn it.
You think you're gonna save us if we laugh like idiots at his jokes?
Yes, that's how it starts. Okay?
If we want to get out of this, we gotta befriend the guy.
Plus, we're lucky. He's French.
-We can form a connection. -What are you talking about?
He's sick. He just killed a guy and you want to befriend him?
Stop, damn it.
We're just lost in the middle of nowhere.
And maybe Ali
is dead.
Hold on. Slow down.
They wouldn't kidnap him in order to kill him for no reason.
He's right. They wouldn't have kidnapped him to kill him for no reason.
So, stupid jokes aside,
do you have a real idea to get us out of this mess?
There you go. So just shut up.
Shit.
Fuck.
Facing north.
Idiot.
Whoa.
Come on, go.
Come on.
Who's that?
It's me. It's Joseph.
You're not sleeping?
No.
I'm stretching my legs a little.
-I feel lonely. -Damn it.
I don't want to burden you,
but I feel lonely.
Fuck!
What's wrong, Dad?
I miss her.
I miss her too, you know.
But I tell myself that from where she is,
Mom's watching over us.
Son, I'm talking about Catherine.
Oh, all right. Okay. Wow.
Great. Well, I don't miss her at all.
But you know…
How can I say this?
When a summer fling ends,
at first, you think you won't get over it.
-You always get the feeling-- -Summer fling? What do you mean?
We've been through so many wonderful things.
-Of course. -With Catherine.
Really. We love each other a lot.
That's great.
She took a lot of risks for us when she replaced Jaurès.
-Yeah, that does matter. -Yeah.
Our relationship is solid. Trust me.
-Of course it is. -What?
It's solid, but it's only been a few months.
-So? -Put that into perspective.
Time has nothing--
Let's go. It's time.
Damn it!
Pull up your panties, Grandma, before I get turned on.
Come with me. I'm gonna introduce you to the new owner.
So…
Mr. Guzman is here
in his little chariot.
He's the head of one of Colombia's biggest cartels.
Okay, and you're gonna make Pastraweed with him
at scale.
Señor Guzman…
Say it in French.
Let me do it.
Tranquilo.
Thirty kilos?
Well, no problem.
We'll see about the quantities a little later,
but honestly, 30 kilos isn't--
He said tranquilo.
What? Tranquilo?
-Oh, tranquilo, like relax? -Yes.
Okay, got it. Sorry. My bad.
We already started off with misunderstandings.
-In French. -Yeah, in French.
Are you the translator?
I'll speak French. It'll be easier for everyone.
What I want to say is,
in this family,
there's only one person who knows how to make Pastraweed.
Yeah.
There you go. And that person is me.
Me. I know how to make Pastraweed.
-Joseph-- -Allow me.
-Them, they're all worthless, okay? -Joseph.
But what you did was take everyone,
even though you only need one person.
It's just like what happens when we shop online.
When you shop online, you get carried away.
Initially, you go on for one thing, and you end up with 1,000.
And if there's a Black Friday sale mixed in with the mess, it's over.
So you should keep who you need, me,
and everyone else you should return to sender.
Shipping's on us. We'd be happy to do that.
Wouldn't we? Fuck, you guys are breaking my balls.
-He says okay. -I only caught the end.
But if you're lying,
you'll all be transformed into spicy peppers with meat.
What does he mean, with meat?
It's chili con carne, idiot.
-It's a metaphor. -He's right.
There's only one person here who knows how to make Pastraweed.
-It's not him, though. It's me. -Please.
-Let me handle it. -Wait a second, kids.
-Dad. -That's really cute.
You're all trying to protect me. So cute.
But, signoro…
The only person here who makes really good Pastraweed is…
Whoa.
…is Ludmila.
Honestly, it's Ludmila.
And it's… like that.
-Well, there you go. -Fuck.
That's what I've been saying.
And now he just asked me to shut up.
Yeah, we agree. Shut up.
Yeah, shut the hell up.
No!
-No, wait! -Take me!
-She doesn't know how to do anything. -Guzman!
If you want your Pastraweed, I have one condition.
I want you to guarantee my family stays safe and sound.
Again? He already said that.
If your harvest is good,
you'll all celebrate Passover together in three months.
If not, you'll all be spicy peppers with meat.
And you don't touch a single hair on their heads.
-Grandma. -You don't have to go.
Please stop crying right now, honey.
You're gonna jinx me.
There, there. I'll do what I have to.
And then in three months, we'll all be together, my bubbelehs.
Don't worry.
Look after these assholes.
You're the only one with your head on your shoulders.
-Let's go. ¡Vamos! -No.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Hey!
I never could stand you, you big fat whore!
I always knew you were a crook!
Why weren't you here earlier?
You don't have the balls to tell Gérard the truth, do you?
Take her away.
Fuck you, bitch!
Fucking bastard. Bitch.
Dumb whore.
That woman… Wait till I get my hands on you.
Why did the grandmother say that?
What are you talking about?
Are you in love with the old man?
Don't confuse things.
I did what I had to. That's all.
What did you have to do?
Did you do what you had to with Guzman too?
He's treating us like hobos.
What are we gonna do with those Hazan assholes?
-This wasn't planned. -It's okay.
We have to keep them here for three months. We can.
That wasn't the deal!
That costs money. That's riskier.
He's scamming us like we're rookies!
-Léonard. -Fuck.
Calm down.
You see what you're doing?
You say you'll let me handle it.
Then you stick your nose into my negotiations.
You agree to everything. You're a pain in the ass.
-Excuse me? -You're a pain in the ass!
Is that how you talk to your mother?
Now, shut the fuck up.
I'm the boss here.
Sorry. You don't need to talk like that either.
Anyway, we need to find something.
What for?
Well, to offset the cost.
Couldn't you just shut your mouth for once?
We would've stayed together.
I know. I fucked up.
I don't know what came over me, Aure.
I wanted to save Grandma. I wanted to save you.
You'll never save anyone. Fuck. Don't you get it?
Stop thinking you're a genius.
Just 'cause Mom always said so doesn't make it true.
Aure, that's enough.
That's a dumb thing to say.
-That's dumb. -That's true. We need to calm down.
If we're careful
and they don't fuck us over like Jaurès did,
in three months, we'll get out of here and find Ludmila.
Yes, of course, if she doesn't lose it again
and mess up the harvest.
-Dad, please. -What?
We don't need to worry about Grandma. She's gonna get it done.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
And it's not Jaurès now.
It's the cartel. The cartel is straight.
In fact, "cartel" means "straight" in Spanish.
-Oh yeah? -Of course.
No.
-It means poster. -Okay, listen.
There are several dialects.
I don't even know anyone who knows what cartel means.
-Okay? -Okay.
What I'm saying is at Grandma's age, you rot in a nursing home,
eating soup,
and usually, they don't even put croutons in it.
'Cause of their teeth.
But, damn, she's off on a mission for Escobar.
Honestly, what a great way to end your career.
What's going on?
What?
Medical visit.
-What? -Medical visit?
Come on. Let's go.
No, I'm fine.
It's okay, Dad. Please don't rock the boat.
-No, but we're both fine. -Dad…
Did he say "America visit"?
-America visit? -Medical visit.
You think they're gonna visit national parks?
I don't know. I heard "America visit."
I thought since we're in South America, they'd visit America.
Bro, you don't take hostages on a tour across South America.
-That doesn't happen. -Yeah, but he said, "America visit."
Stop it.
Medical! Medical visit!
Of course.
We just went to see the prosecutor,
and unfortunately, the authorities don't consider the Hazans a priority, so--
That's great.
But Olivier isn't my problem anymore.
I'm building a life for myself.
A wonderful life
with my sweet Olivio.
They have almost the same name. Crazy.
Actually, I'm Franck.
Olivio, let me do the talking. You know I hate being interrupted.
I don't like that.
Okay, so as I was saying,
we need someone higher up
to do something for the Hazans.
Yeah, 'cause they're not fugitives. They're hostages.
I'm not the right person. No.
All that bullshit is behind me now.
Yes, we know, but…
We thought you could give us your father's contact info since he was in government--
I can't go with you. I'm too old for all that bullshit.
Right. We don't want you to come with us.
We just want to contact your father.
Come on. Stop insisting!
If I go with you, shit will hit the fan for sure.
I guarantee it.
Come on.
She said we don't want you to come. We just want his contact info. Got it?
You guys are good.
You guys are really good. Damn. Well played. I'm in.
Let's go. Olivio?
I won't be able to give you the attention you deserve 'cause of this.
-But, my love-- -Franck, I can't believe it!
Can't you see this is complicated enough?
I'm gonna miss you.
Pack up all your stuff. I want everything gone when I get back.
I'm gonna put some garments on. Will you wait for me here?
We've got a lot on our plate.
So far from you
I'm so lonely
I miss you
Mom…
Fuck.
So far from you--
Bro, I'm begging you. Sing something else. That song depresses me. I can't go.
You're so difficult! You asked me.
That's me and Clémentine's song. I really miss her.
-I'm singing that. -Turn around.
Okay. You're such a pain. I'm not a jukebox.
I get it, but sing me something festive
that'll make my poop want to come out and party. I'm begging you.
Party, all right. That I can do.
Go on. Now's the time.
Oh, how we're squished At the bottom of this can
Sing the sardines, sing the sardines
Go. It's working, bro.
Oh, how we're squished At the bottom of this can
Sing the sardines
Fuck.
Well?
How did it go?
Hold on. What's with that look?
What did they do to you?
We had a full check-up.
We did a stress test and then they did a quick examination.
"Quick."
The guy fingered my ass for five minutes. "Quick."
Dad, it was a medical exam.
That idiot was looking for my prostate.
I told him three times I didn't have it anymore and…
Okay, and what else?
Nothing. They gave us these new clothes.
I see that.
And the doctor wrote everything down in a little notebook.
And they gave me medication for high blood pressure.
-Honestly, they were right. -Yeah, that was nice.
-Honestly, good. -Yeah.
Damn, that's weird.
That doesn't make any sense.
Tests, fingering… What's going on?
-That's weird, isn't it? -Yeah, super weird.
Nothing's weird about it.
Guzman pressured them. They want us to be healthy. That's all.
Maybe they want to make us work too.
We gotta get that notebook you mentioned and see what they wrote.
-Yeah, you're right. -No!
-Yes, we need to clear this up. -No!
If you get caught, we'll be in deep shit.
Grandma too.
So don't do anything. Got it?
What?
-Did you hear your sister? -Of course I did.
-Well? -Well, we're not gonna do it.
-We're not gonna. -Thanks.
I'm beat. Damn.
We're gonna do it.
We need to find a way to get that notebook.
Did your parents suffer from a chronic disease
like diabetes, cholesterol, high blood pressure?
I don't know. I didn't know them.
They actually died when I was little.
From what?
My mother was in a car accident
and my father died from fibromyalgia.
A shame.
That's not possible.
That's a sickness that causes sleep problems. It's never killed anyone.
Sure, that's what I was always told.
I'm telling you that's not possible. May I?
Then again, I was really young when he died.
I don't know much about him.
-Are you okay? -Not at all.
It's really hard to talk about my father.
Oh my God, he's crying.
Do you know what it's like not knowing your father?
They never gave a shit about me.
I swear, they didn't give a shit.
You know what they gave me at the children's home for my 10th birthday?
Batteries!
I swear on my dead mother's life.
Batteries!
AAs! You hear me, damn it?
I didn't even have any toys to put them in.
-Gertrude. -Get it?
I'm talking about fucking batteries.
They never gave a shit about me!
Fucking batteries!
I'm not a psychotherapist.
That's enough. Get it together.
Whoa, damn!
Fuck!
I think I actually
fainted just now.
I feel better.
-Did you tell them we're coming with you? -No, don't worry.
It might not be ideal if we're not welcome.
Oh, my God, you're so annoying.
Everyone we're interested in will be here, the minister of justice, the police chief…
So behave yourselves and don't act crazy, especially you, Aïda,
and it'll be fine.
Okay, will you introduce me to one of them and let me handle the rest?
Yes, I'm not stupid.
I can't stay out too late. William is home alone with the triplets.
Who cares about William? Are you paying him per hour?
What did you say about William? Are you insane?
-You mentioned William! -That's enough, you two!
-But she-- -I've had it, Youssef!
Not another word from you!
I'm fed up!
We're here!
God.
It's always me.
Good evening.
It's down the hall on your right.
-Thank you. -Have a good evening.
Careful with the hat.
This is great!
What is this?
Thank you very much.
Here. Put these on.
Damn it, Clémentine. We can't stay here.
You said this was a dinner. What is this?
I didn't know. I swear.
But this is even better. It's the perfect atmosphere.
This is the kind of situation where anything goes.
Come with me. They must be in the back.
That's good, big boy.
Perfect.
-Youssef. -Yes. Hello.
Hi. How are you?
Really good and you?
Okay.
Dad, can you stop for a second?
-I'm trying to say hi to her. -What?
Right.
Thanks.
I can't believe it. How are you, darling?
-How are you doing? -Fine.
-Fine? -As you can see.
-You look good. -I went on vacation.
-Really? -Yeah.
-It's really important to clear your head. -Yeah.
Get out of work mode.
That's wonderful.
Is Frédérique around?
Yeah, I saw her in the back bedroom.
Okay, thanks.
Come, I'll introduce you to the chief of police.
-Hey, beautiful bird of paradise. -Come here.
Where are you going like that?
We're really not close to catching them.
We're trying to penetrate this case.
I want to believe you.
But you should know the Cavillans took them.
They didn't want to escape.
Damn, if the Cavillans did this,
they're in deep shit.
I know.
That's why we need to launch a rescue operation right away.
That's not up to me.
Fuck.
I just talked to the secretary of the interior.
-I'm bummed. -Why?
He said he won't lift a finger until he knows where the Hazans are.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Where's your brother?
I don't know.
That little piggy must be having a blast.
Whose ganache is this?
-Uncle Youssef's! -That's right.
You just gotta whip it hard. That's Uncle Youssef's secret.
This is my sister, Aïda.
Aïda, this is Claudine and Huguette. They're so cute. They're my friends.
I was just showing them… Who wants a taste, girls?
-I do. -Yeah? All right.
Stop with your bullshit. Let's go. Where are the changing rooms?
-Done. -Until next time, Huguette.
Come by the chocolate shop, okay? Take care, girls.
Come on. Let's go.
I swear. If you sleep at home, you'll feel better in the morning.
No, I swear…
I feel really good. I can get home.
Yes, of course.
-Fuck. -Fuck.
Fuck!
-Ali? -What?
What are you doing in Aïda's garbage, bro?
-Hold on. -What?
I'm hiding here. I'm in hiding.
I knew he was alive. I knew it.
-Are the others in Paris too? -No.
They put us on a plane. And I managed to escape.
I ran like crazy while they were shooting.
I zigzagged and dodged the bullets.
Damn.
Did they kill you?
What?
No.
You scared me. He scared me.
Anyway, if they put them on a plane, that's good news.
Yeah, true. They're gonna earn miles.
No, that means they didn't want to kill them. Otherwise they would've.
-Where's this plane? -I don't know.
I don't know.
No, a medical exam, just like you.
However, the stress test was a pain.
-Other than that, nothing more to say. -Yeah?
There you go. Well, see you.
Come on. Get the notebook out.
-Hold on, nothing's there. -What?
Did he rip out the pages? Fuck.
-Damn it! You stole the notebook. -What?
Do you ever listen?
-You're real idiots. -Well, we're not just gonna sit around.
Yes, we are. We said not to rock the boat for three months. Shit!
Well, what's in the notebook?
Nothing.
Nothing? Great, all that for nothing. Well done.
Come on. Show me.
-Fuck. -Be careful. I have to put it back.
Calm down, honey.
-Damn, there's something there. -What?
What? We don't see anything.
Fuck.
-Is that from Daft Punk? -No, it's in German.
-There are your names. -What?
"Gérard…" And there are prices next to them.
-Why are there prices? -That doesn't seem good.
Hold on. "Leber" sounds like Grandma's dish "gehakte Leber."
-That's Yiddish. -What does it mean?
-It's… -It's chopped liver.
Yeah, it's gross.
-No, it's not. -It is.
Hold on. "Leber…"
-That means liver in German. -Yeah.
Fuck, they want our organs.
Subtitle translation by: Leanne Bordelais