[helicopter blades whirring]
[in Spanish] Let them out.
Wait for me to leave before you uncover their faces.
I'll let you know via walkie-talkie.
All right. Bring them out.
Let's go, let's go.
Oh, fuck.
[sighs]
What the hell is this?
Where are we?
No idea but we traveled far.
Who knows how long I've slept.
They drugged us, those bastards.
And what's with the monks?
Seriously.
Grandma?
Is that Grandma?
-Grandma! -They're home.
Ludmila.
-Grandma! -My girls!
-You okay, Grandma? -My darling daughter.
[animal howling]
[sighs] You're safe.
Oliver, come here.
-Did they hurt you? -No, we're fine.
-Wait, oh no. -What is it?
Where's Ali?
-What? -Ali?
He was with us in the car.
Fuck.
A NETFLIX SERIES
In today's news, a story about an unbelievable jailbreak.
A commando armed with explosives…
Wow, dynamite and everything. They're not fucking around
…that was transporting three prisoners from Poissy to Fresnes.
Gérard Hazan, along with his son, Joseph,
and Oliver Pariente are still missing.
The former butchers have become leading figures of organized crime,
-Holy shit, brilliant. -for their involvement in large scale…
I swear to God, whoever did this is the real deal.
They are the creators of a strain of cannabis
commonly known on the streets as Pastraweed…
Yes, hello again, Mr. Prosecutor. This is Aïda Benkikir.
I'm calling because I'm very concerned.
As you know, I'm the attorney for the Hazan family.
I have information to share with you about what happened.
Um, could you call me back as soon as you can?
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
[exhales]
[door opening]
It's okay, my love. They fell asleep.
Oh, calling her "my love" right in front of her big brother.
Huh?
Maybe add "sweetie pie" while you're at it.
You're lucky I'm retired, man.
A few years ago, I would have chopped your ass up
and fed you in pieces to the neighbors.
Youssef!
You moved in on his girl
while Joseph was in prison.
No, not at all.
"Not at all", now that he's escaped, he's gonna bite you in the ass.
Stop it. He didn't escape, you don't fucking get it.
He had no reason to break out. He was about to be released.
I can't reach Aure, Ali or Ludmila.
I'm telling you, something's not right.
What do you think happened?
I think they were kidnapped.
Kidnapped? By Gérard's girlfriend?
There's no "Gérard's girlfriend". She's Pénélope Cavillan.
She's been working with the cartels for years. She's very dangerous.
So what the hell do we do?
We can't do anything. I need to see the prosecutor.
[church music playing]
[in Spanish] What do we do? Keep them here or move them?
No, we're waiting here. The boss will be here soon.
Okay, okay.
Let's find out why we're here.
I'll try to get, you know, buddy-buddy with them
to see if I can get some information.
Are you nuts? You're not getting buddy-buddy with anybody.
We know we're here because of Jaurès.
-They're gonna fucking kill us. -Shh. Stop that.
No one knows about Jaurès, how could they?
Besides, they're all speaking Spanish, not Dutch.
Hey, anybody speak Spanish? It's a perfect way to make a bond.
I speak a little broken Spanish.
-Ah, good. -Really, but how broken is it?
Well, you know,
mostly lyrics from songs by the Gypsy Kings.
For fuck's sake, Oliver.
-Calm down, hey, let's all just relax. -Seriously!
Okay, we're safe here for now, it's a holy place.
The Spanish are very religious.
You remember our janitor, her nativity scene?
She sued the neighbor because his dog peed on the donkey.
Why are you blabbering about Mrs. Alonzo?
Fuck, Dad! They're carrying machine guns.
[gunshots]
Holy shit.
Who is that?
It was Ricardo.
[exhales] For a minute I thought it was you, Miguel.
[exhales] See, Miguel is like a father to me, motherfuckers.
To be completely honest,
I would have been a little confused about that.
So, who are you?
Léonard.
And what do you want?
Is it Pastraweed you're after?
No, I'm not after anything special,
I was just asked to abduct you fuckers.
I was paid for it, that's it.
And, uh…
Ali? Where's Ali?
Ali, uh, of course, Ali.
What I was sent here to tell you was,
I don't give a shit.
[laughing]
[Joseph] That's a good one. Very funny.
I wasn't expecting that at all. What a twist, right at the end.
Very, very good.
Come on, laugh.
Let's form a bond.
[laughing]
All right, follow me. This way.
Okay.
Hey, you better clean this up. It's gross.
Here we are, you're staying here, come in.
I'll come back for you whenever I want.
-Thanks so much. -Whatever.
Let's go.
-[door closing and locking] -Fuck.
-What a fucking nightmare. -[Joseph] I know, fuck!
And look at that shitter, man.
My stomach's turned upside down from the helicopter.
I refuse to poop in front of you. It's not gonna happen.
Are you serious, Jo?
Talking about your poop? We're in deep shit here.
That's my point.
[Ludmila] We're not in deep shit,
we're just here to make Pastraweed, plain and simple.
I'm happy that we're together, bubbelehs. As a family, we always figure things out.
Seriously, Grandma, it may be too risky to have you make more Pastraweed.
You seem tired.
No, I'm not tired.
Just, let me negotiate with the guy.
Negotiate? What's there to negotiate?
Well, I don't know yet, but whatever happens, I'll make friends with him.
-Yeah, right. -Speaking of which, what the hell!
You left me in the road like a dead possum.
Laugh at his fucking jokes.
You really think that by laughing at his jokes like an idiot
you'll save us all Joseph?
Of course not, Aure, but it's a start.
If we wanna survive, we need him to like us.
And besides, we're lucky he's French.
Surely we can form a bond out of that.
What the hell are you saying, man?
He's insane, he shot his own guy, You're gonna get buddy-buddy with him?
For fuck's sake!
The truth is we're lost in the middle of nowhere.
And Ali might be… dead. [crying]
-No, no… -Wait, think about it.
Why kidnap him and kill his ass for no reason?
-It doesn't make-- -[Joseph] He's right.
They aren't gonna kidnap his ass and kill him for no reason.
All right, setting your bad jokes aside, what do we do?
Do you have a real plan for us to get out of here?
-Well, I… -Well, there you go. Shut up then.
[Sobbing] Oh, shit.
Ah, fuck.
We're facing south.
What a moron.
[snoring]
[heavy breathing]
[water dripping]
[heavy breathing]
[sighs]
[farts] Oh no.
[grunting]
Ah.
Come on.
Get out.
Who's there?
[inhales]
It's me. It's Joseph.
You're still awake?
Yeah.
[inhales and exhales]
I'm stretching my legs a bit.
I feel so alone now.
[Joseph] Fuck me.
I don't want to bother you with it, but
I'm so lonely.
[grunting] Fuck this shit!
[moaning]
[grunting]
What's the problem, Dad?
I really miss her.
I miss her too, you know.
I just keep telling myself that, from up there,
Mom's watching over us.
[inhales, chuckles] Not her, I was talking about Catherine.
-Ah, of course, okay, wow. -Yes, yes.
I mean, yeah, so, I don't miss her at all. [chuckles]
Haha.
[Joseph] But you know,
how do I say this?
When summer flings come to an end,
at, at first, the loss feels unbearable.
You feel like--
What do you mean, summer fling? What are you talking about, summer fling?
We've shared extraordinary things together,
-Of course. -Catherine and me.
We're in love, deeply in love.
I mean, okay, you are, but--
She took some big risks for us when she replaced Jaurès.
That counts, you know,
-it counts big-time -It really does.
Believe me, it's serious between us.
-Of course, it's serious. -What?
It's serious, but Dad, it's only been a couple of months.
-So, what? Who cares. -Get some perspective.
-Time means nothing. -What?
It's time. Let's go.
[grunts]
Panties on, Grandma, before I get any ideas.
All right, follow me. I'll introduce you to the new landlord.
-[grunting] -So,
Mr. Guzmán, uh, here before you, sitting in his little cart,
he's the leader of one of Colombia's biggest cartels.
And you'll be producing Pastraweed with him
on a large scale moving forward.
They're all yours.
[dramatic music playing]
Señor Guzmán…
[speaking Spanish]
Just do it in English.
Wait, let me do this. I know it.
[speaking Spanish]
Tranquilo.
Thirty kilos?
Well, absolutely, no problem.
We'll talk about exact quantities down the road
but for now, I mean 30 kilos won't be a--
He said tranquilo.
-What's tranquilo? -[sighs]
-Ah, tranquilo, like relax? -Yes.
Okay, uh, my bad. Right, I'm sorry about that.
Already with the misunderstandings. [sniffles and chuckles]
[trying to speak Spanish]
-In English. English! -Right, in English.
-Uh, uh, are you the translator? -Mm-hmm.
All right, I'll speak in English. It's easier for everyone.
What I wanted to say is,
in this family,
only one person knows how to make it, the Pastraweed.
True.
-Yes, and that person, that's me. -Huh?
-What are you lying for, son? -It's me. I grow the Pastraweed.
-Joseph-- -Let me do this, I'll handle it.
-All of them are useless, understand? -Joseph--
[speaking Spanish]
So, what you did here is you took everyone
when all you needed was one person.
-It's the same as shopping, -[speaking Spanish]
when you're shopping online for something.
[speaking Spanish]
Exactly, como internet shopping. It gets out of hand,
first, you wanna buy one, you know, buy one thing.
But then you end up with a thousand things on Black Friday,
forget it, you're done for, it's a complete disaster.
[speaking Spanish]
So you should just keep what you need, me,
and then you return the rest.
-Right back to the center. -[speaking Spanish]
Shipping costs are on us, our treat, okay. [chuckles]
No? Aw, fuck yourselves, fuck yourselves.
[speaking Spanish]
-[chuckles] -He says fine.
-Understood the last part. -But if you're lying,
he says that you will all be turned into red hot chili peppers, mixed with meat.
What's this about red hot chili peppers with meat?
Well, it's chili con carne, dummy.
-It's a metaphor, it's-- Uh… -He was right.
Only one of us knows how to make Pastraweed,
[sighs] only it's not him, it's me.
-Grandma! -What are you doing?
-Hold it one second. -Don't do this, Grandma.
-Dad! -What you're doing is very sweet
-I had this handled. -You're protecting us, it's very sweet--
[speaking Spanish]
-Señor… -Si.
[speaking Spanish]
Okay,
The only person here who can make the top-notch Pastraweed
-is Lud-- -[gun cocking]
-It's definitely Ludmila. -What?
That's the truth. It's Ludmila and it's… [kissing] …amazing.
-There you are. -Fuck!
It's what I've said all along.
[speaking Spanish]
And now, he has demanded I shut the fuck up.
-Yeah. -It makes sense.
-It's a no-brainer. -Don't need it translated.
[speaking Spanish]
-W-w-wait. No, no, no, no. -¡Vamos!
-Wait, wait. -Get away from her.
-She can't do anything-- -Wait, one second, Mr. Guzmán.
If you want your Pastraweed, I have one condition.
You will guarantee that my family will be safe here, and healthy.
[speaking Spanish]
Again? He already said that.
[translator] If she has a good harvest,
you'll get to celebrate Passover together, three months from now,
if not, you will all be a pile of red hot chili peppers with meat.
[Léonard chuckling]
[in Spanish] And you don't touch a single hair on their heads.
-[wheelchair whirring] -Why would you do that?
Grandma, Grandma. You can't do this.
Okay, please don't cry right now, my darling.
Or you'll give me bad luck, all right?
I'll make sure it's done, in three months.
We'll all be reunited, okay my bubbelehs? Don't worry.
And look out for these morons. You're the only one with any brains here.
-Okay, come on now. ¡Vamos, vamos, vamos! -No.
-It's okay, come here my baby. -[sobbing]
Oh, fuck!
Hey!
I never liked you, you fucking whore.
I knew you were a rotten liar.
Where were you earlier, huh?
Don't have the balls to tell Gérard the truth, do you?
Take her away.
Fuck yourself, you bitch.
Dumb bastard bitch cunt!
Piece of shit.
Unbelievable. I can't wait until I get my hands on her.
Why would the grandmother say that?
What do you mean?
Are you in love with the old guy?
Don't confuse things.
I did what I had to do, that's all.
[clicks tongue] Right, you did what was necessary?
And Guzmán, you did that with him too?
Now you let him impose all these bullshit conditions?
What are we gonna do with these fucking Hazan people?
That wasn't the plan.
That's enough. We just have to watch them for three months, we'll manage.
But that wasn't the agreement.
Not only is it risky, but it's gonna cost us money too.
He's screwing us over big time, that's what he's fucking doing!
-Fuck! -Léonard, just calm down.
Right, you're telling me to calm down,
pretending to put me in charge
then you butt into my fucking negotiations.
It's bullshit, you be the fucking doormat.
-Excuse me? -You're busting my balls.
That's how you speak to your mother?
Shut the fuck up.
I'm the boss around here.
I'm sorry, there's no need to talk to me like that, though.
But we do have to do something.
Something for what?
Something to offset the cost.
The Hazan's need to make us some money.
Couldn't you just zip it for once?
We could've stayed together.
I know, I know. I screwed up, okay?
I don't know what's wrong with me, Aure.
I really, I just, I just, I wanted to save Gram, and my family--
You'll never fucking save anyone. Can't you see that?
Stop thinking you're a genius.
Just because mom told you that every day doesn't make it true.
Please, Aure, that's enough.
That's a cruel thing to say.
It's mean.
Seriously guys, we all just need to chill, keep our heads down.
If they don't screw us over like Jaurès,
in three months, we'll be free and reunited with Ludmila.
Yeah, sure, provided she won't flip her lid in the meantime
-and fuck up the harvest. -Dad, don't say that.
Or what?
We shouldn't be worried about Grandma, all right.
She'll get the job done, she'll finish it.
-Okay? -[Oliver] Yeah.
And this isn't Jaurès, it's not her, it's the cartel.
They're different, they're fair.
In fact, the Spanish translation of "fair" is "cartel."
-Wait, really? -Yeah, it is.
-No. -[Oliver] Huh.
-It means "poster." -[Joseph] Whatever,
there are many dialects and to be completely fair,
no one knows what "cartel" means, right?
-Okay. -What I'm trying to say is that Grandma,
at her age, should be rotting away in an old folk's home, okay,
eating soup,
and most of the time, with maybe one crouton.
-'Cause no teeth. -[sighs]
And now, she's on a fucking mission for Pablo Escobar.
I mean, talk about ending a career on a high.
[exhales] What an adventure.
What's going on?
-[in Spanish] You two. Come. -[Joseph] What's going on?
Medical visit.
-What? -Let's go. ¡Vamos!
No, I'm fine, thanks. We're feeling great, okay?
-No, no, come on, Dad, please. -No, no, they're buenos, okay?
-No, thanks. Look, both of us are fine. -Dad, don't.
Etatos, um, good. We're doing buenos.
-Did he say "visit America"? -Huh?
-"Visit America." -No, "visit medical."
-Really? -Are you for real right now?
Like go on a tour of National Parks, seriously?
I heard, "visit America." I think we're in South America, so,
they're off to America.
No bro, that's, that's so out there.
Nobody's gonna abduct someone to take them on a tour of America.
They came and said, "visit America."
Just stop.
America then… Medical, he said medical. Makes sense.
So we just saw the prosecutor
and unfortunately, special services does not consider
the search for the Hazans a priority,
-and so, um-- -Um-hmm. That's super.
But as far as Oliver and all that, it's not my problem.
I'm building a new life for myself.
It's a wonderful life, too, with my little Olivio. [chuckles]
It's almost the same name. How crazy, huh?
Um, it's actually Franck.
[squeaking] Olivio, let me do the talking. You know I hate being interrupted.
I don't like it, I don't like it at all. Di di di di, di, di, boop boop.
Okay, so as I was explaining, um,
we will need someone with more power to make this possible,
to put a good word in for them.
Yeah, because they're not fugitives, they're hostages.
I'm not the right person. Nope.
All that horse shit is behind me.
And we know that, but we hoped that you could
put us in contact with your dad
because since he was minister,
-maybe he would help-- -I can't go.
I'm too old for this shit.
Right, but we're not asking for you to come with us,
ah, we really just need your dad's--
Oh, come on, stop insisting I go!
If I go with you, shit is gonna hit the fan, okay.
-I guarantee you, it will be insane. -All right, yo!
Aïda just said, we don't want you to come with us,
we just want the number, okay?
[sighs]
You guys are good.
[chuckling] You guys are really good.
Fuck me. Well done. Okay, I'm in.
-Olivio? -Hmm?
I can't give you the attention you deserve right now with what's happening, so…
-Wait, my love-- -Jesus, Franck, you're unbelievable.
Aren't things complicated enough?
[inhales] Oh, how I'll miss you.
[sniffing]
Pack your stuff. I want everything gone before I get home.
What?
[Clémentine forcefully exhales]
I'll throw on a cardigan, wait for me here?
We have a lot of work to do.
[exhales]
[Oliver singing in French]
Oh, fuck.
Bro, I'm begging you, please sing something else.
Mom's song is super depressing, yeah? It blocks me up.
Stop being an ass, I'm doing you a favor, man.
That's my song to Clémentine.
-I miss her big time, you know? -Turn around.
Okay, whatever, you're such a shithead. I'm not a jukebox.
I know, I know, bro. But sing me something upbeat
so the turd wants to come out and join the party, yeah?
Ah, for a party. Okay, I've got it.
-Upbeat's no problem. -[Joseph] Hurry bro, do it, it's coming.
[singing in French]
[grunting]
Keep going, it's working.
-[Oliver singing in French] -It's working, bro.
Oh, shit. Well?
How was it? What happened?
[exhales]
What's with the new look?
What did they do?
We had a complete check-up.
They gave us a stress test, then examined us after that. It was brief.
Oh yeah, brief, really brief.
He must have fingered my butthole for about five minutes. That's some brevity.
[Aure] Yeah, well, it was a pretty thorough medical exam, Dad.
That imbecile was looking for my prostate.
I told him three times I didn't have one. He kept, you know.
All right, we, we got it. So, uh, what else?
That's it, they gave us new clothes.
I see that.
And the doctor was putting everything into a notebook.
And they gave me medication for my hypertension.
-Came through on that one, right? Huge! -[Aure] Yeah, nice.
-That was great. Who knew? -[Aure] That was good.
-[Aure] Score. -That's so weird.
[Joseph] It's weird, it makes no sense.
The tests, the bunghole, fingering. Wh-what's going on here?
-It's weird, right? Super weird. -Super weird.
It's not weird at all.
Guzmán told them he wants us to be in really good shape.
Well, maybe they want to make us work.
Hey, we need to grab that notebook you talked about and see what they wrote.
-Your absolutely right, bro. -Right?
-Yes, we need to know. He's right. -[Aure] No, no!
If you get caught, we'll be in deep shit. Grandma too.
You're not doing anything, okay?
-Hey. -[Joseph] What?
-Did you hear your sister? -Yes, I heard her.
-[Gérard] And? -We won't do it, okay?
-[Joseph] We won't do it. -Gee, thanks.
Okay.
Well, I'm fucking exhausted.
We're doing it.
-We'll find a way to get that notebook. -Yeah.
Did your parents suffer from any chronic disease,
such as diabetes, cholesterol, hypertension?
I never knew them so I don't know, really.
Uh, they died when I was little.
How did they die?
Well, my mother was in a car accident
and my father, he passed away from fibromyalgia, miskim.
That's impossible.
Um, it's never killed anyone.
It's a disease that causes sleep disorders.
That's what I've been told my whole life.
It's impossible, I promise. May I?
Though, thinking about it, I was so young when he died.
I really don't know about him at all.
[crying] Why did you do this to me? Oh, mother.
-[Doctor] Are you okay? -Not really, not…
-It's too painful to remember my father. -[Doctor] Uh…
[sobbing]
Oh my God, he's in pain, he's crying.
[Oliver sobbing] Do you know what it feels like not knowing your father?
They never gave a fuck about me, Doc.
I swear, they never cared.
Guess what the nuns gave me for my 10th birthday at the orphanage.
-Relax -Some batteries!
-It's the truth, Doc, -Hmm.
I swear to you on my mother's grave.
LR6 batteries!
Are you fucking listening to me?
LR6, I didn't even have the toys to put them in.
-Gertrude. Gertrude, come here. -They took this…
-Those cheap ass, tiny shitty batteries. -Hurry, help me.
They never gave two shits about me.
Batteries, batteries…
Calm down, I'm not a therapist.
Enough. Stop crying and pull yourself together, man.
[Joseph crashes to the floor]
Oh, fuck me. Uh.
Oof! Aah!
It, it must seem like
I fainted, but, ah…
[panting] Oof!
[panting] I'm okay. Oh.
[whispering] Did you get it? Yeah?
[panting] Uh-huh. I'm fine.
[door buzzer sounding]
[Aïda] Did you let them know there's three of us?
[Clémentine] No, I didn't have time to.
If we're not invited that won't look good.
Oh, stop being so annoying.
All the big hitters are at this dinner,
the Justices, the Chief of Police.
Let's be on our best behavior, especially you, Aïda.
Everything will be fine.
All right, you make the introductions
-and I'll handle the rest, okay? -Oh, Yes, I've got it, I'm not stupid.
William is home with the triplets so I really can't be out too late tonight.
Who gives a shit about William? Does that moron charge you?
What's your problem with William? Are you obsessed?
[Aïda and Youssef bickering]
Just stop it right up, both of you.
-She brought up William. -I've had it with you, Youssef!
Shut up your voice.
I've had enough! We're here!
[doorbell dinging]
Good God!
[exhaling]
Good evening.
Hello, right this way.
-Thank you. -Enjoy yourself.
Don't lose the hat.
Aah! Oh, this is superb!
Whoa! Whoa!
What the hell?
-This is great. Thanks very much. -Wow, oh, oh!
Here. Put these on.
[heavy breathing]
[Youssef] Oh my God.
Holy fuck, we can't stay here Clémentine.
What the hell is this? You said it was a dinner.
-Hello there. -I had no idea, I swear I didn't.
-Excuse me. -This is even better,
the vibe is perfect.
At parties like this, people really open up.
-Let's go, they must be in the back. -[man grunting]
Good evening, ma'am.
-[Aïda] Youssef. -Oh right, excuse me.
[grunting]
Hello, how are you?
Really good and, uh, you?
Oh, uh, uh, I'm good.
Dad, can you stop for one second?
I'm trying to say hello to Sandrine.
Right.
Thank you.
I mean, seriously, how are you, love?
[kissing] You're doing okay?
I'm doing great, as you can see.
-You look great. -Yeah, I took some vacation days.
-Ah! Oh! Yeah. -Oh, really?
It's important to take some time off.
-Oh, yes. -You can't just work, work, work you know.
-[Sandrine] Oh yeah. -That's wonderful, love.
-Hey, is Frédérique around? -Yep, she's in the back bedroom.
Okay, thank you, toodles.
Follow me, let's meet the Chief of Police.
-Hey, a handsome bird of paradise. -Get over here.
-Look at you. -Where do you think you're going, huh?
[sighs] We're not even close to catching those guys.
We're just really behind on that case.
Yeah, I bet you are. [chuckles]
But, I need you to understand that they were kidnapped by the Cavillans.
They didn't want to escape.
Oh, well, fuck. If it's the Cavillans,
they're in real trouble.
I know,
and we need a rescue mission as soon as possible.
I'm afraid that's not my call.
Fucking-A.
I just spoke with the Minister of Internal Affairs.
-What a buzzkill. -What?
He won't lift a finger unless we know exactly where the Hazans are.
Motherfucker.
Yep.
Where's your brother?
I don't know.
He must be having a blast, that little perv.
[Youssef] Right, who makes the best ganache?
-Uncle Youssef! -[Youssef] That's right, it's easy.
You have to beat it hard. That's Uncle Youssef's secret.
Ah, it's my sister, this is Aïda.
Aïda, this is Claudine and Huguette. They're my very sweet friends.
I'm showing them my recipe. Who wants a taste?
All right, here you go.
Youssef, that's enough, we're going. Where's the coatroom?
-Aah, finished. -See you later, Claudine.
Stop by the chocolate shop, all right?
-Take care, girls. -[chuckling]
Come on. Let's go.
[Aïda] Sleep at my place, you'll feel better tomorrow.
-No, I promise you, I'm, I'm good. -Watch out.
-Really, I can get home fine. -Yeah, right.
-[gagging] -Oh, fuck.
-[gagging] -Oh, no.
[vomiting]
-Oh. -Oh, what the fuck?
Ali?
Bro, what are you doing in Aïda's trash bin?
-Shh, lower your voice, -Okay.
I'm hiding out here, undercover.
I fucking knew he was alive. I just knew it.
-[Youssef] Are the others in Paris too? -[Ali] No.
They threw them on a helicopter. I managed to escape.
I ran like a bat out of hell while they were shooting at us.
I ran in zigzags, I dodged the bullets.
Oh fuck. Three motorboats?
What?
Motorboats?
You scared me there. You really scared me.
If they put them on a helicopter, then that's probably good news.
That's true, they can earn miles.
No, it means they didn't want to kill them or else they would have.
Where did they take them to?
I, I, I don't know.
I don't know.
[Joseph] He said I'm constipated.
I said you don't have to be a bunghole expert to know that.
I did shitty on the, the stress test, though.
-[Joseph inhales] Nothing else to report. -Really?
No. That's it. Well, night.
Come on let's see the notebook. Give it to me.
What the fuck, there's nothing in here, look.
He ripped the pages out? Fuck, what the hell is this?
-Fuckers, unreal. You stole the notebook. -Hey! What? Huh?
Fuck, you never listen, do you?
Uh, you're both fucking idiots.
Fine, so what, were we supposed to do nothing?
Yes, you were, don't rock the boat for three months.
All right, what's in the notebook?
[inhales] Nothing.
Nothing? Well, superb job, guys. Bravo.
[inhales] Come on, show it to me. Shit.
-Take it easy -Be careful, I have to return it.
[Gérard] Calm down, Aure.
Something's written here.
-What is it? -Bullshit.
-[Aure breathing heavy] -[Joseph] Huh?
Must be important. Huh?
Holy shit.
Neuron, lung, leber.
That's Daft Punk, right?
No, it's written in German.
-Look, your names. Your names are there. -Where?
Gérard, with prices over here.
-Oh, shit, this can't be good. -Why are there prices?
Hold on, leber sounds like gehakte leber, Grandma's recipe.
Yeah, it's Yiddish.
-Oh yeah, it's a… -What's that mean?
-It's chopped liver -Yep, it's gross.
-It's not. [sighs] -It is.
Right, leber,
that means liver in German.
Yeah.
Fuck, they want our organs. [gasps]