Mom, please.
Let's not bite the hand that feeds us. There's a lot of money to be made.
No, we can't take them. It's too risky.
Mom, that doctor is the best.
Everyone calls him the Bavarian watchmaker.
A name like that isn't a coincidence.
He took care of the Bogdanoffs himself.
Did you see the face he gave them, with that chin?
He turned those fags into men in a snap.
You can't say that wasn't good work.
They belong to Guzman, not us.
And the old guy is weak.
If he dies on us and we can't give him back to the cartel,
we're in deep shit.
Mom, I feel like you're not listening. Look.
We're gonna take them,
open them up carefully,
take one kidney each, close them back up,
give them back to Guzman, and get our money.
No one sees or hears a thing. Easy as pie. I swear.
Trust me for once, Mom. Please.
For once.
I'll think about it.
A NETFLIX SERIES
So this is about 350 grams of Joseph's liver.
-Is that good? -Very good.
Anything else?
Do you have some heart?
Some heart…
Yes.
I have one, but it's Gérard's.
Is it good?
It's not the same quality, but it's a lot cheaper.
But you can't let it sit. You have to eat it fast or it'll go to the garbage.
Perfect. It's for tonight.
Sold.
And Gérard's lungs are on the house.
They're all black, but if you have a dog, he'll love them.
That's nice of you. Thanks.
Anything else?
Dad?
Hey, Dad? Earth to Dad.
Yeah… What? I'm here.
-Sorry. -Great. What do you think?
About?
Go on, Aure. Explain it again.
We buried five million euros in the forest.
I think that's enough to pay for everything.
Are you guys crazy?
If we try and buy our organs from him,
he'll take our money and our organs anyway.
Olivier's right.
We'll die poor and that's it.
Quit saying that. No one's gonna die, okay?
"Herz" wasn't in the notebook. They're not gonna take our hearts.
No, Aure, I don't care if "Herz" was written or not.
I don't wanna live the rest of my life with one lung, one kidney,
and half a liver, okay?
We need to leave. I already told you.
-Yeah… -Then we have to go this way.
There's smoke. Probably someone who could help.
Or at least a phone.
We saw that house. It's too far away.
In any case, we won't last five minutes in that South American wilderness.
What makes you think we're in South America?
Just 'cause this is written in Spanish doesn't mean we're in South America.
Yeah, I know.
I think so because it's really humid
and my joints are killing me.
That's why.
In Gérard's defense,
I must admit I heard pink-throat toucans singing several times.
And since it's migrating season,
it makes sense they'd be in South America at this time.
What are you talking about?
-What is he talking about? -What?
You went hunting twice and now you're a bird expert.
That's crazy.
No, that's not it.
It's just the pink-throat toucan is basic in ornithology.
We don't care about toucans.
-Yeah, we don't, bro. -Yeah.
Who cares where we are? There are men with guns outside.
How do we get out of here?
That's true. She's right. We can't…
We can't just up and leave.
We need to buy some time to come up with a plan.
And how do we buy time?
Okay, I got it.
I know.
We need to get sick.
-What do you mean? -Yeah.
They want our organs. If we get sick, they can't take them.
They'll be infected.
Damn, that's genius. Sorry--
-Thank you. I thought you'd say that. -Yeah.
Okay, great.
But how do we get sick?
Dirty bastard! You had it!
I knew it. I lent it to you ten years ago.
-Youss? -What?
Are you sure no one followed us?
Come have a seat. Stop freaking out.
It's normal you'd be paranoid after what you went through.
Don't worry, bro. No one followed us.
And a weapon? Did you bring me one?
If someone shows up, I need to be able to defend myself.
I'm putting it here.
But be careful. Only use it in a real emergency, okay?
-Yeah. -Don't mess around with it.
Freeze, you sons of bitches, or I'll kill you!
Just kidding.
-How are you, Ali? -Okay.
-Did you shit your pants? -What?
Well, those guys are real thugs. You gotta be tough!
Stop it! Can't you see he's not okay? Don't listen to her.
Anyway, I thought about it.
Call your friends to find Pénélope Cavillan.
-That's how we're gonna find the Hazans. -What friends?
Your little friends from jail.
I don't have any friends from jail. I'm a chocolatier.
People can't understand that. It's unbelievable.
You can't fool me with your worker-of-the-year act.
No, I'm serious. I cut ties with that world, okay?
I'm not getting back into that.
Okay, fine.
I hope you know
that if Joseph doesn't come back, William will be your brother-in-law.
So don't come crying to me like a big baby after.
It's my sister's choice. What do you want me to do?
Okay. Very well.
But the last time I heard William talking about you,
he said…
I don't know what this means, but he said you were a raghead.
A real raghead is what he said.
-Really? -Yeah.
He said you were a piece of shit. He said, "Yeah, he's a piece of shit."
-Yeah? -Yeah.
And then he said, "Yeah…"
And then he stopped talking about you.
But all right, go ahead.
Keep making your little éclairs and your fougasse,
but I assure you Gordon Ramsay won't help you
because your hell isn't gonna be in the kitchen.
Your hell is William.
You know what? Thanks, Clém.
I'm gonna make a few calls. That asshole will see.
I'll show him who's a raghead.
There you go. We love that!
Now I see your balls full of jizz.
Easy on my balls. But don't tell my sister.
Otherwise, I swear she'll kill me.
-Over your big balls? -No! Not that.
About the calls I'm gonna make.
Right. Don't worry. That doesn't happen in my house.
It stays between us.
Dad, just get a little. You have less than I do.
Are you sure about this?
Yeah, it's full of bacteria. It'll work.
But don't think about it.
-To your health. -Yeah, to "health."
You gotta say it quick.
-Dad? -What?
I wanted to apologize for the other night. Really.
Yeah, I badmouthed Catherine.
No, it's my fault too.
I get offended easily about that. Haven't you noticed?
-Yeah, but I get it. -I'm worried.
I'm scared she won't manage without me.
No, don't worry. I think…
I think, financially, before she met you,
she must've always managed.
What do you mean?
With money.
I think she'll manage.
Why are you talking about money?
That's-- Hold on.
-Isn't that what you meant? -What are you saying?
Nothing.
You're saying I'm a creepy old man
and if a woman loves me, it's for my money, aren't you?
-Not at all. I swear. -Yes.
That didn't come out right.
-I misunderstood. -It's okay. That's enough.
Dad, seriously…
Fuck.
Good job, Jo. Real smooth.
Come on.
You're the one who said Catherine was a bombshell.
I'm sorry, but I think that's weird.
Yeah, I said she was beautiful.
But I didn't say she was a hooker.
A hooker…
For fuck's sake…
-That tastes like piss. -Whatever.
Seriously? Fuck.
He'll calm down. I know him.
I'm gonna apologize and he'll calm down.
If anyone should be worried about family, it's me.
I don't know how Aïda's gonna handle the triplets.
Don't worry. Aïda will manage.
No, you don't manage when you're alone with three kids.
Poor Aïda.
Listen, Jo.
I didn't want to mention it, but I can tell you're really worried.
Aïda's not alone, you know.
What?
She's not alone.
She has a…
Yes.
She met someone.
Who is this son of a bitch?
I don't know. I don't know him.
She seems to say he's really nice,
and most importantly, the triplets adore him.
All right. What's with you?
Does he have a name?
Yes, of course. His name's William.
-William? -Yeah.
You know him?
I can't believe she's dating him.
Her fucking colleague. That son of a bitch.
I know exactly who that is, an asshole with a fucking goatee.
Yeah.
-A piece of shit. An asshole. -Yeah.
Every time I saw him, he'd show off with his little glasses, like he's Obama.
Obama doesn't wear glasses.
-Yes, he does! -Yeah.
-Obama wears glasses. -Yeah.
Listen. You have to look at the bright side.
Obviously, it's really hard, but
at least you know she's not alone with the kids.
I don't give a shit.
I'm the boss of my family.
-Yeah. -Not William.
Of course, Jo. No one's gonna take your place. That's not what I'm saying.
Hey, guys. I found some mushrooms.
-This is great for getting sick. -Let's see.
What are you doing? Are you insane?
-Do you want to die? -I'm warning you, I won't touch those.
I have delicate intestines. I'm gassy.
Forget it, Dad. I have another plan.
I saw one of the guards has an iPhone.
I'll get him, high kick, bam, Face ID, Google Maps.
We call the police and get out of here.
She's thinks she's Conor McGregor.
Listen. I did some MMA with Élo. Okay?
-I'm a machine. -A machine…
A washing machine, yeah.
Yeah, a dishwasher.
Yeah? You don't believe me?
Dad, come here. Try to punch me.
Honey--
No, not Dad. The guards aren't 70-year-old camels.
You're right. Okay.
-Come on, Olive. Move. -Easy.
Come on, try to hit me.
Go on, honey. Hit him hard for that camel comment.
No, I'm not gonna hit you. You're my sister.
-Come on. Try! -Stop it. Don't be stupid.
-Jo. -Stop.
-Smack me. -No!
Imagine I'm Aïda's boyfriend, okay?
Come on.
-Don't go there. -Come on, you piece of shit.
-Don't go there. -Are you getting into it now?
Come on. Smack me.
Come on, damn it.
Imagine I'm fucking her hard in front of the triplets.
I take her and bang her like a drum, the dirty bitch!
So you're gonna bang her like a drum, asshole?
-Aure, are you okay? Fuck! -Damn, what a punch!
I swear, I thought she was gonna dodge.
You didn't have to hit her like an idiot.
You knocked her out.
Sorry, but she said, "Come on. Hit me."
-She got me going with her MMA talk. -You're an idiot.
Anyway…
And you too, Olive. You could've held him back.
What?
Nothing. Damn.
I'm sorry. I can't focus.
I'm thinking about what the doctor said about my father.
Gérard, you've always been told my father died of fibromyalgia, right?
That's what your mother told me back in the day.
Are you sure? That was all she said?
What do you want her to have said?
His name was Laurent Pariente. He was a businessman.
Totally normal. Nothing crazy.
I'm a grown-up now, damn it. If he was in the business, tell me.
What business, Olive? Textiles?
No, the business. Organized crime.
If he died in a robbery or something, I have the right to know. That's all.
You're imagining things.
You're making stuff up.
Making stuff up? That's funny.
What is this?
Damn, it's huge.
No!
No.
-Olive? -What are you doing there?
-Damn, Olive. The mushrooms are hardcore. -What? Oh, that?
No, I've had this shit for six months, but it's not contagious anymore.
I'm not talking about your balls. I'm talking about the shrooms we ate.
It's weirding me out.
What do you mean? Are you tripping?
-No! -I swear.
-Fuck. -Help me.
-What are you doing there? -Your hands.
Come here.
Whoa!
Whoa! Damn!
Bro, what's this?
Damn, you're buff as hell. Yeah.
What an insane cuerpo.
I don't know. I've been doing some push-ups.
Fuck! Even your dick is buff as hell.
What is that piece of meat?
That fatty's touching the floor.
Holy cow, it's like a water slide.
Don't kick it. You're gonna scratch the head.
Hold on. You're right. It's kicking in.
It's looking at me.
Fuck, I feel it in my cabeza.
You too?
-Yeah, I feel weird. -Crazy, right?
That's crazy.
-You're right, damn it. -Can I touch it?
Yeah, touch it, but…
Holy cow, the weight…
I don't feel good.
It's like a didgeridoo.
Are you sure, Little Straw?
He's worked with the Cavillans?
Yeah, that's it, Pénélope.
Yeah, her. He's worked with her?
Are you sure that's his name?
With a K at the end?
All right, bro. You're awesome.
You know what? I'll come see you soon, okay?
All right, I'll call you back.
So let me explain.
He gave us a name, but
the name sounds old, I swear.
Little Straw is on medication.
Unbelievable. I don't care about Little Straw.
What's the name?
He said Luka Finanouk.
Perfect.
We got him.
I have a surefire way to find people.
No way.
Welcome to 411.
Are you serious?
City?
Paris.
You said Trouville.
No, I didn't. I said Paris.
Paris.
-Parigi. -Hello? Can I help you?
Yes, ma'am, it's not Trouville. It's Paris.
You're connected for Trouville. You have to start over.
-I have to start all over again? -Yes, unfortunately.
Well, let's try Trouville then. What can I say?
Spell the name.
Finanouk, just like it sounds,
with an F as in Farhid.
Like it sounds, with a K at the end, like Catherik.
What an idiot.
I think I found something…
Me too.
Brace yourself.
In Trouville,
there are no Finanouks.
Come on. Enough with Trouville and all that. We don't have time.
The only Luka Finanouk I found online is a financial adviser.
I told you. Little Straw isn't feeling well.
He gave me his banker's name.
That's really nice.
What do you mean? That's not at all the kind of guy we're looking for.
He even volunteers at a dog shelter.
At the moment, that's all we have, so it's worth digging into.
We're gonna tail him and plant a bug.
A bug?
Whatever.
What are we doing here?
-Weren't we in the shower? -I don't get it.
Did we go through this wall or what?
We can't go through walls, Olive.
Damn it, Olive.
It's the shrooms.
It's a hallucinogen.
No!
-Does that mean we're still in the shower? -Fuck, that's shit!
Awesome! There's a computer.
We can send a message to the police so they can find us.
This'll make Aure happy.
-What? -There are some clothes.
Take them!
Shit!
What?
The guards! I heard them. We have to go.
We have to find a safe place.
Come on. Let's go to plan B.
What's plan B?
That's not working.
Forget it.
Don't…
Fine, no more plans.
We're gonna get out of this.
That's good. Let's go.
That's it.
We're gonna go online
and call for help right away.
No! Olive!
-What's wrong? -It's not plugged in!
No! It's not plugged in! Plug it in, Olive!
There's an outlet right here in front of you.
It's asking for a password. Oh no!
Don't panic.
-You can figure out the password. -Think!
There's just a firewall trying to stop me.
Let's see. Both of us.
Show me what you've got.
What do you think
of this?
Olive.
I got into the system.
Oh my God.
Fuck, they're coming. Let's get out of here.
We gotta go. Take that jump rope there.
-Take the plancha too. We'll make a snack. -Okay.
-Fuck, you didn't take it. -No.
We don't know where they are.
I went to the showers with them.
And then I don't know where they went.
-You're lying. -No.
You think I'm a fool.
I'll put you on all fours and break your teeth with an ice pick.
You'll beg me to stop.
Answer my question. It's easy.
Where are they?
We don't know where they are, okay? Really.
-You're lying too. -We don't know where they are.
Fuck! Please!
Stop it.
Stop it. I beg of you.
-You have something to say? -Yes.
Okay, my son, Joseph…
SANTA MARIA DE CARMEN MONASTERY SAMIENTO, COLOMBIA
One day, he said if we were to get out and find help,
we'd head to the sea.
-To the sea? -Yes, he wanted to go swimming.
Swimming.
Good, we're making progress.
-Well, yes. -Send some guys to the coast.
I'm an ass and you're an all-knowing visionary.
-What are you saying? -Gérard lied to you.
I know him. I know when he's lying.
What do you want me to do?
You want me to go shoot him so he talks?
Calm down. Let me think.
I'll find another way to get the info.
-I have the address of the monastery. -What?
-I have the address of the monastery. -No way.
Monasterio Santa María del Carmen,
Samiento, Colombia.
-I saw it in the chapel. -Damn.
I was sure we were in South America.
I can finally put my plan into action.
I'm gonna get us out of here.
What's that shit?
This is a bottle for the sea.
I'm gonna put a message inside.
Are you kidding?
The last message in a bottle took 129 years to arrive.
-I saw it on the news. -I know.
That's why I'm making a little boat.
I'll put the bottle on it and it'll go ten times faster.
-Okay. -Yeah.
I didn't get it. Cool. Then we're saved.
-Yes. -In 13 years.
Well, Miss Know-it-all, do you have a better idea?
I told you earlier.
We set the cell on fire, the guards come,
I kick one of their asses,
Face ID, monasterio, emergency services, and we leave.
Yeah.
Honey, you know I love you. I don't want to offend you,
but given the blow you took earlier,
I'm still gonna work on my little boat.
Just in case.
No problem.
Fuck.
We really got out of that one.
Without even a scratch.
Your camouflage looks so good.
Really?
I want some of that paint.
Thanks.
Fuck.
The house is over there.
The one where the smoke is. Let's go.
Yeah.
Stop. Easy.
Yes, I know.
Go on.
There you go, Gaëtan.
There. Stay strong, Gaëtan!
MAISON YOUSSEF CHOCOLATIER - PARIS
Showtime!
It's not at all showtime. Don't get carried away.
I'm sure that jerk's not our guy.
In any case, your truck's awful. It's fucking freezing.
-It's hotter outside. -I don't have a choice. It's a fridge.
I have a life-size chocolate bust of a soccer player here.
I'm delivering it Wednesday. That's 6,000 big ones,
same as trading a player.
-Holy cow! -Yeah.
That's really well done. It totally looks like Lilian Thuram.
That's Giroud. What are you saying?
-Giroud? -Yeah.
Well, that's really bad.
It's really shitty.
It doesn't look like him at all. The eyes are wrong.
He's number nine. He's going like this…
Wow. You have to start over. Sorry.
Plus, he's just casually in blackface?
That's so racist. Racist!
It's not racist. The guy just likes dark chocolate.
That's what I'm saying.
Liking dark chocolate is racist
when you're white.
-What are you doing there, my boy? -It's working.
I swear, it's working.
Come on.
Come in, sweetie.
There. It worked. We're gonna be able to listen in now.
Here. Have a biscuit.
Come on.
That's not exactly how I thought my boat would be.
-That'll do. -Damn, it's heating up.
Come on.
Tell me, Dad.
How do you plan to send off your little boat?
Don't worry about that.
I've got it covered.
Go, my Béné.
Sail.
Sail away, my Béné.
Shit! No!
Don't do that to me, my Béné.
Shit!
Come on. Hurry up, Olive.
Olive!
Olive?
Come here, son.
Come and eat your bread.
-Dad? -Yeah, it's me.
Come here.
Here.
I know I haven't been around lately, but you still recognize me, don't you?
Yeah, of course.
I'm sorry. It hasn't been easy lately.
I'm on the run.
Shit! What did you do?
Jacquo and I robbed a place and it went south.
We had to split to get the cops off our case.
See this?
Jacquo Mesrine?
Obviously.
And anyway, it's pronounced "Mérine."
You know that. Jacquo's your godfather. Don't embarrass me.
Yes, sorry.
And don't ever forget.
Like father, like son.
Okay?
-Like father, like son. -That's it.
That's good.
Like son.
Okay, Dad.
Come here, you.
How are you?
Not great.
You need to find Olive.
Yeah, that's it. Go.
Denis?
Yes, it's Denis.
Joseph, come join me.
-Good evening. -How are you, kids?
How are you, sweethearts? Are you okay?
Aïda.
Has anyone found a self-immunity necklace
and would like to use it tonight?
Yes.
Show it to me, Joseph.
I don't have one.
Very well.
You've all voted.
And now I will proceed to count the votes.
Here's the first ballot.
Joseph.
Fuck. No.
That was you, wasn't it?
Joseph.
I bet that was yours.
Come on. William.
William.
Yes!
That's my ballot. In your face. Asshole.
Two votes against you, Joseph.
One vote against William.
William.
-William. -No.
It's Joseph.
What?
Kids, did you vote against Dad?
This is the second to last ballot.
And it could be the deciding vote.
Please be William.
Joseph.
Fuck, I can't believe it.
I will proceed to the last ballot.
Unfortunately, it won't change the outcome.
Well, what's the point? I'm out of here.
-Joseph. -Joseph.
Yeah.
Joseph, take your bag,
pick up your torch, and come with me.
Joseph,
the adventurers of the Hazan-Benkikir tribe
have decided to eliminate you,
and their sentence is irrevocable.
Come stand next to me.
You have the opportunity to speak one last time
before your family members.
Well, I'm not gonna lie. I'm really disappointed.
Really sad.
Aïda, I have one last request.
If your drum gets banged
by William,
promise me, please,
that you won't do it in front of the kids.
That's dangerous.
And, William,
even though we don't care for each other,
if you bang Aïda's drum…
Yeah.
…please,
don't do it in front of the kids.
Tell me, Joseph, what do you mean by "bang her drum"?
It's an expression
that means "in the butt."
All right.
And some last words for my kids.
Kids…
if Mom gets banged by William,
close your eyes, okay?
It's dangerous.
There you go.
-Jo? -Yeah?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Let's get going.
Let's move.
It smells like shit.
I'm gonna barf. I swear.
Are you okay, Dad? Want a hand?
Don't make things worse. Can't you see I'm in enough shit already?
Deep shit.
There it is!
It's gone. My Béné has left.
What are you doing here?
No idea. They must think I'm working with you.
Honey, I'm so happy to see you.
I mean, I'm not happy. But I'm happy anyway.
Hold on. I'm covered in shit.
-I was so scared. -Honey.
Where are the others?
They took Grandma away when we got here.
Some cartel took her.
Oh my God, that's awful.
No, you're safe. Don't worry.
I'm here.
I know how to handle criminals.
What do you mean, you can handle them, Dad?
We found out they wanted to--
Hold on. Don't worry her.
Everything's fine, my love.
Were Joseph and Olivier taken by a cartel too?
No, they were out of control and escaped.
-Do you know where they went? -Yes, to the little house by the forest.
But I told Léonard they went to the sea to throw them off the trail.
It's an old Mossad technique.
That's great.
Perfect.
My love.
-Hold on. -It's okay.
I'm gonna go over here.
Your mother gave me this to give to you.
THEY WENT TO THE DISTILLERY
Distillery?
Go. What are you doing?
I'm coming down. I feel better.
Yeah, me too.
I'm exhausted though.
I'm so thirsty. My head hurts like crazy.
Hang in there. We're about 200 meters away.
Isn't that a police siren?
I don't hear it.
Damn, it's a cop car.
Hey! Stop!
-Police! -¡Policía!
They're flashing their headlights.
We come!
Okay, we come!
Let's go down there.
Do you understand what I'm saying, señor?
Yes, I understand.
Don't worry.
You're totally safe.
We're gonna take care of your family too.
But first, we're gonna go to the police station.
Police station.
That's good.
We're fucking saved!
This is awesome. We're gonna be able to get the others.
Damn, I was so scared.
Wait. Is that the monastery?
They're taking us back to the monastery.
It's all good. We're going home.
Fuck, there's Léonard.
-No, this can't be happening. -No. Fuck.
Unbelievable.
So, you two fuckers, were you gonna leave without saying goodbye?
No, not at all. Olivier and I just--
I don't even get a kiss on the tip of my wiener?
Didn't I tell you to watch your step?
Yes.
You want to play?
Well, then we'll play.
Subtitle translation by: Leanne Bordelais