Come on, Mom. Please.
Let's not bite the hand that feeds us. It could be a lot of dough.
No. We can't remove them. It's too risky.
Mommy, this doctor is a genius.
Everyone, they call him the Bavarian Clockmaker.
I mean, there must be a good reason for that.
That's quite a moniker.
He's the one who handles celebrities.
You saw the… the plastic surgery he did. It's quite good.
Honestly, that's some serious stuff, Mom. You know? I mean, you can't deny that.
He's a goddamn professional.
They belong to Guzman. Not to us.
The old man is weak.
If he dies on our watch and we can't hand him back to the cartel,
we'll be in trouble.
But Mom, it's like you're not listening to me. Let me explain.
We will take them,
we'll open them up with great care,
we'll take a kidney from each, we'll stitch them,
and we'll return them to Guzman, but we make some cash before then.
There's no harm. No foul. I'm telling you it's easy as pie. It really is.
I'm begging you. Trust me for once, Mom. Please.
For once.
I'll think about it.
A NETFLIX SERIES
-Business… -Family…
Here we have, approximately, one pound of Joseph's liver.
-Is that all right? -Sounds great.
Anything else?
And do you still have some heart, or…?
Um. Some heart…
Hmm. I do. I have some left, but it's Gérard's.
And how good is it?
Well, it's a different quality, but it's cheaper.
But don't wait too long. You gotta have it by tomorrow before it goes bad.
Okay. Perfect. It's for tonight.
Oh. For dinner.
And Gérard's lungs are on the house.
I mean, they're smoked, but if you have pets, they'll love it.
Oh. Thanks. I appreciate it.
Anything else?
Dad?
-Hey, Dad? You with us? -Hmm?
Uh. Yeah… yeah. I, uh… I'm listening.
-Sorry. -All right. Well, what do you think?
What?
All right, Aure. Tell him again.
We buried five million in the woods.
That should be enough to pay for it all.
This is nonsense, guys.
If he sells our organs,
he'll take our cash and he'll keep on removing them.
Yeah. Olivier's right.
We'll just die poor. That's the only difference.
Stop! Enough with that, Dad. No one's gonna die. All right?
There's no "Herz" on the list. They're won't take our hearts.
Listen, Aure.
I don't care if the notebook list has a "Herz" or no "Herz".
I don't wanna live with just one kidney, one lung, and half a liver. All right?
We gotta escape. It's our only chance.
-Yeah. Duh. -Then we should head this way.
There's smoke coming out. We'll find some help there.
Or a phone at least.
We all saw that house, Olivier, but it's way too far.
And we wouldn't survive long in that jungle. It's South America.
What makes you think we're in South America?
Just 'cause this is written in Spanish doesn't mean we're in South America, Dad.
Right. I'm aware of that. But I think so 'cause it's very humid
I know that 'cause I feel it in my joints. They're hurting like hell.
That's why I think so.
Well, I kinda agree with Gérard.
I gotta say that I've been hearing those… those pink-throat toucans.
And since it's migration season for them,
it makes sense for them to be in South America at this time.
-That's all. -What the heck, dude.
-What the heck? Seriously? -Well…
You went hunting twice and now you think you're a bird expert?
Come on. That's nuts.
Come on. These facts on the pink-throated toucan,
it's ophthamology 101.
We don't care about toucans. Okay?
-That's right. We don't care. -He's got a point.
Just like we don't care where we are.
Behind this door they've got big guns. How do we escape?
Yeah. She's right. She's right. We can't…
we can't just escape overnight.
We need to buy some time to come up with a plan to get out of here.
How do we buy time?
Hmm.
I got an idea.
I got it.
We gotta get sick.
What do you mean?
Listen. They want our organs.
If we're sick, they can't remove them.
They'll be rotten.
Man, this is genius. You gotta admit guys…
-Well, yeah. Thanks for saying that. -Yeah. It is.
Okay. That's great.
But how are we supposed to get sick?
Hmm?
You motherfucker! I knew you had my Julie and Julia.
You borrowed it from me last year.
-Hey, Youss? -What?
You sure no one followed us?
Come on. Take a seat. Stop shitting your pants. Come here.
I get that you're paranoid after what you've been through.
Don't worry, bro. No one followed us.
And the gun? Did you get me the gun?
If they come I'll need to defend myself.
I'll leave it here.
Careful, though. Use only in case of extreme danger.
-Of course. Yeah. Yeah. -Serious.
Don't fuck with that.
Don't you move, you bastards, or I'll kill you all!
Just kidding.
-You all right, Ali? -I'm fine.
-Not shit in your pants too much? -What?
Well, these are some real bad guys we're dealing with. So, be a real man.
Give him a break! Can't you see he's not doing well? Ignore her, bro.
So I got an idea.
Call your friends so we can find Pénélope Cavillan.
-And then we'll find the Hazans? -What friends?
Well, the buddies you met in prison.
I don't have buddies from the slammer. I'm a chocolate-maker now.
People don't get that. It's insane.
Sure. I'm not buying your best baker-of-the-year story.
No. I mean it. My past is all behind me now. All right?
I'm not getting back into that crap.
Okay. Uh, well…
I just hoped you'd consider.
'Cause if Joseph is gone, your new brother-in-law will be William.
And you'll be whining and sobbing like a baby.
Well, if that's what makes her happy, what can I do?
All right. Sounds good.
Although, the other day I overheard William talking about you and…
and he, uh…
I'm not sure what it means, but he said, uh, "You're a raghead."
"A fucking raghead," he said.
-Oh. For real? -Yeah.
He also said you were a moron. He was like, "Yeah. He's a moron."
-Really? -Yeah.
And then he went, like, you know, uh,
"Yeah…" And then he stopped talking about you.
But, anyway, that's fine.
Keep baking your pastries and your croissants,
but let me tell you, Gordon Ramsay won't save you
because your nightmare is not in the kitchen.
Your nightmare is William.
You know what? Thank you, Clém.
I swear. I'll make a few calls. I'll show this son of a bitch.
He'll pay for calling me a raghead.
That's right. There you go!
Now you're showing those little balls full of cum.
Who's calling them small? But don't tell my sister. Okay?
'Cause I swear. She'll kill me.
-Why? For having balls? -Of course not. Not for having balls.
For the calls I'm about to make.
Oh. I see. No. Don't worry. I'm not like that, Youssef.
This stays between us.
Hey, Dad. Quit stalling and drink it.
Look at that. You have much less than me.
Well, you really want to do this?
We have to. It's full of bacteria. It's gonna work.
But don't think twice. Okay? L'chaim.
Well, "to our health," but in this case, "to getting sick."
-Hey, Dad? -Huh?
-I'm sorry for what I said before. I… -Oh. You're fine.
I didn't mean to say that about your girlfriend.
No. You're fine. I guess it's… it's my fault too. I mean,
I'm way too sensitive about her. You know?
You are, but…
Well, I'm concerned. I'm worried.
I-I don't know what she'll do without me, so I'm…
No. Don't worry about that. I-I think she…
Before she met you, financially, uh,
she had always managed. You know?
What are you saying?
Moneywise.
Dad, I think she's gonna be fine.
Wait. What do you mean "moneywise"?
Isn't that…? Oh. Wait. Hold on.
-I-Isn't that… isn't that what you meant? -Wait. What are you trying to say?
Huh?
You're saying I'm a disgusting old fart
and a woman could only love me for my money. Right?
-No. -Yes. That's what you're saying.
-That's not what I meant. -That's it, Jo.
-I didn't mean it that way. -Enough.
I've had enough.
Come on, Dad. Please?
Well done, Jo. Such a diplomat.
Oh. Give me a break.
You fucking told me Catherine was a smoking-hot chick.
I'm sorry, but I think it's super weird.
Yes. I told you she was pretty. Yeah.
I didn't say she was a hooker.
I didn't either.
Oh. Come on.
Oh, God. It tastes like pee.
Oh, God. Seriously, Jo?
I know he'll… he'll calm down, eventually. I'll apologize and he'll calm down.
I'm the one who should be worrying about his family right now.
I don't know how Aïda's gonna handle the triplets.
Oh. Don't worry. Aïda will manage.
No. She won't. No one could manage being alone with three kids.
No one could manage that.
Poor Aïda.
Well, listen, Jo.
I didn't wanna tell you in this context,
but I see how worried and stressed out you are.
Uh. She's not alone. Uh. Aïda, you know?
What?
Well, I mean, she's not single.
She has a…?
Yes.
She's… she's met someone.
Who is this son of a bitch?
I don't know. I haven't met him, but…
but he seems very, very nice,
and, um, most importantly, the… the triplets love him.
All right. Enough. Why are you saying that?
Who is he? You know his name?
Yes. Of course. His name is, um, William.
-William? -Yes.
You know him?
I can't believe she's dating that guy.
-Ouch. -He fucking works with her. Right?
That son of a bitch.
I know who that is.
He's kinda good-looking with a goatee beard, a fuck-nugget.
Yeah. Right.
-He's a loser. -Yeah.
He's always so smug wearing his tiny stupid glasses
trying to be like Obama.
No. Obama doesn't wear glasses.
-Yes. He does wear glasses! -All right.
-Obama wears glasses. -Sure.
But you know what? Let's, uh, let's look at the bright side.
I get that right now it's… it's… it's hard to process,
but now you know that she's not alone with the kids.
-I mean, this… -I don't give a fuck.
I'm the head of my family.
-Yes. -Not William.
No. Of course not. No one's taking your place, Jo. It's not about that.
Oh!
Hey, guys. Check this out. I found mushrooms.
Hey. This'll be great to get us sick.
-Let me see. -Holy shit.
Jo, what the fuck? Are you out of your mind?
You really wanna die?
Don't expect me to eat that. I have a sensitive stomach. I have gas.
It's okay, Dad. Don't worry. I got another plan.
I saw one guard there with an iPhone.
I'll grab him, high kick, boom, Face ID, Google Maps,
911, and we're out of here.
She's thinks she's Conor McGregor now.
-Hulk Hogan. -Listen. I learned MMA with Élodie. Okay?
-I'm a machine. -You're a machine…
Maybe a washing machine.
Yeah. Maybe a dishwashing machine.
Oh. Yeah? Think I'm kidding?
Dad, come here. Try to punch me in the face.
Listen--
Don't try to prove your point with Dad. The guards aren't 70-year-old camels.
Fine. You're right. Okay.
-Olive, step back. Let's do this. -Hold on. Calm down.
Come on. Try to punch my face.
Do it, sweetie. And punch him hard, courtesy of the camel.
No. Wait. No, no. I'm not punching my sister.
Come on. Do it. Try!
Stop. It's stupid.
-Jo, just punch my face! -Stop it!
-No! -Fine. Pretend I'm Aïda's boyfriend. Okay?
Come on.
-Don't go there, Aure. -Come on, you fucking loser.
-Don't go there. -Do you feel it coming?
-Stop! -Do it. Punch my face.
Fucking do it.
Imagine that… that I'm fucking her hard and dirty in front of the triplets.
I'm pounding her. We're knocking boots. What a dirty--
Oh!
-Wanna keep knocking boots, home-wrecker? -Ah.
-Oh shit! Aure, I didn't mean… -Are you out of your mind?
Honestly, I was sure she was gonna dodge it, Dad.
You didn't have to punch her like a maniac, though.
Damn. You really knocked her out.
I'm sorry, but she kept saying, "Do it. Do it. Hit me. Hit me."
-She pushed me with her MMA crap. -You're such an idiot.
Anyway…
And you are too, Olive. You could've stopped them.
What?
Never mind. Forget it. Never mind.
I'm sorry, Gérard, but I just… I can't really focus right now. I…
That doctor said something weird about my dad.
Gérard, you…
Didn't you say you were also told my dad died of fibromyalgia? Remember?
Yeah. That's what your mom told me back then.
Are you sure? That's all she said about my dad?
What else would she have said?
His name was Laurent Pariente and he was a businessman.
Uh. Totally normal. You know, nothing unusual.
You know, I'm a grown-up now. Come on. If he was in the business, just say it.
In what business, Olive? Selling clothes?
Not that business. Organized crime.
If he got killed in a robbery, I deserve to know it. That's all.
-Hmm? -But that's nonsense.
Stop imagining things.
Imagining things Gérard? Just wanna know.
Whoa.
Uh. Oh.
What is that?
Oh, God. It's so huge.
Uh. Uh.
W-w-whoa. Oh!
Oh no.
Olive. Olive.
-Olive? -Jo, what are you doing?
Fuck, Olive. That's some serious fungal crap.
What? Oh. Here?
No. I've had this shit for six months, but it's okay. It's not contagious.
I'm not talking about your balls, man. I mean the mushrooms that we ate.
I'm having a weird reaction to it.
What do you mean? You high?
-Mm… mmhmm. I so am. -No way!
-Damn. -Help me.
-What are you doing? Hold on. -Your hands.
Come here.
Wow!
Whoa! Fuck me!
Bro, what the fuck is that?
-Damn. You're super fit. -Yeah?
Look at that body, dude.
I don't know. Push-ups paying off I guess.
Oh, man! Even your dick is super fit now.
Look at that third leg you got, bro.
That monster reaches the floor.
Huh?
Holy cow. That's a giant water slide, man.
D-don't kick it. You're gonna scratch your h-head.
Fuck. You're right. It's hitting me now.
It's staring at me.
Why is it staring?
Oh. Fuck, Jo. I think my cabeza is spinning now.
You too now?
-Yeah. It feels weird, man. Uh. -Serious. Huh?
Serious stuff.
-Yeah. You're right. Damn. -Can I touch it?
Sure. Touch it, but…
Holy fuck. That weight…
Wow. Damn. I'm feeling kind of weird.
It looks like a didgeridoo, man.
You positive, Little Straw?
That dude? That guy used to work with the Cavillans?
Yes. Pénélope. That's right.
Yes. Her. He worked with her?
Are you sure that's his name, buddy?
Spelled with a "K" at the end?
Awesome, bro. You killed it. Thanks.
Hey. I'm gonna come visit you. Catch up real soon.
All right, man. I'll call you.
Listen to this.
He gave me a name, but, and while I can tell it's expired,
I swear to God, Little Straw's on medication. He can't think straight.
Oh give me a break. I don't care about your Little Straw.
Give me that name.
Luka Finanouk, he said.
Perfect.
We got him.
I know the best technique to find people.
-For real? -Mmhmm.
Welcome to the White Pages phone directory.
Are you kidding me?
Which city?
Paris.
Trouville.
No. I didn't say Trouville. I said Paris.
Paris.
-Parigi. -Hello? How may I help you?
Yes, ma'am. This is not… it's not Trouville. It's Paris.
I'm sorry, but you reached Trouville, so start over please.
-Wait. Start all over again? -Yes, ma'am. Unfortunately.
Well, let's search in Trouville. What do you want me to say?
Okay. Please spell the name.
Finanouk. Spelled like it sounds,
with an F as in Farhid.
Yeah. The way you pronounce it with a "K" as in Catherik.
What a dumbass. Fuck.
I-I think I found something on my end.
Me too.
Are you ready?
In Trouville,
there's no Finanouk.
Come on with all this Trouville crap. We don't have time for that.
The only Luka Finanouk I found online is a banking consultant at CRP.
See? I told you our Little Straw can't think straight.
-He gave me his banker, zebi. -That's really nice of him.
What's really nice? That's nonsense. That doesn't match the guy we're after.
This dude even volunteers at a dog shelter.
Well, that's our only lead for now, so it's worth trying it.
We will follow him and tape record him.
Tape record him?
You're out of your mind.
Huh? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Why are we here?
Weren't we taking a shower?
I don't get it. Did we just go through that wall?
Yeah. Yeah.
No. We can't go through walls, Olive.
Olive? Olive.
-Fuck. -Huh?
The shrooms we had?
They're magic mushrooms.
Oh no!
-Does that mean we're still showering? -Fuck.
What a mess!
Oh. What a miracle! There's a computer. A computer!
We'll be able to send a… a message to the police so they can find us.
And then Aure will be happy.
I'm gonna see what they had…
-Oh. They have clothes in here. -What?
Take them!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
What?
The guards are outside now! I heard them. Let's take off.
We gotta find a safe place.
Activate plan B.
What's our plan B?
Ah. That's not working.
Oh… J-just drop it. Okay?
We can't stay here anymore. Okay?
-Seriously. No more plans. -Fine. Enough plans.
-Let's get outta here. -Okay. It's time for plan C.
All right. All good? Let's go.
We can get online and alert 911 immediately.
No! Olive!
-What's going on? -It's unplugged!
No! It's unplugged! Plug it in, Olive!
There's a outlet right here in front of you.
It requires a password. Oh no.
All right. Don't panic. Don't panic.
-You got this. You can find the password. -Search!
There's this firewall that's trying to block me.
-Search! -Don't you dare. Let's fight then!
Show me what you got.
Open for me!
Yeah.
What do you think
of that?
Whiskey? Who wants some?
Olive.
I got into the system.
Oh my God.
Fuck. They're coming. Let's go. Get down.
Run away. Take… take that jump rope there.
Take the grill too. We'll make sandwiches.
-Right. I forgot. -Fuck. You didn't take it?
No, no. We… we don't know where they are.
All I know is that I went to the showers with them.
And then I don't know where they went.
-That's called lying. -No.
Oh!
Oh, Dad! Dad. Okay.
Oh!
You guys are taking me for a fool. Right?
I'll put you on all fours and break your teeth with an ice pick
till you beg me to stop, like rabbits.
Now answer my question. It's an easy one.
Where are they?
We have no idea. Okay? Really.
-That's called lying again. -No. We're telling the truth.
-Are you sure? -Please don't. Stop. Stop it.
Stop it. Don't hit my daughter. I'm begging you.
You got something to say? Talk.
Listen. My son, Joseph…
Well, one day I randomly heard him say
that if we were to get out and get rescued,
well, then we'd head for the sea.
-For the sea? -That's right.
'Cause he wanted to sail away. To sail away.
-That's great progress. -It's the truth.
Vamos! Send the guys to the sea.
Yes. Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go! Quickly!
Let's go!
I get it. I get it. I'm a dumbass and you, you're Miss "I Can Read Minds."
-Is that it? -Gérard lied to you.
I know him. I know when he's lying.
Yeah? What should I do?
Should I go back and shoot his brains out till he croaks?
Calm down. Just let me think a minute.
I'll find another way to get the information.
I found the address of the monastery.
What?
I have the address of this monastery.
You do?
Monasterio Santa María del Carmen,
Samiento, Colombia.
-I saw it at the chapel. -Damn it. I knew we were in South America.
Now I can finally activate my plan.
This. I'll get us out of here. You'll see.
What the heck is that?
That's a bottle I'll send.
And inside I'll put a message. Hmm?
You're… you're kidding me. Right?
The last message in a bottle that arrived took, like, 130 years.
-I remember seeing it on the news. -I know that.
That's why I'll make a little boat too.
I'll put a bottle on it and it'll go ten times faster. Huh?
-Hmm. That's smart. -Yes.
I didn't get that. Okay. Cool. Well, we're saved now.
Yes.
In 13 years.
Well, listen, Ms. Know-it-all. Have you a better idea?
What did I tell you earlier?
With a fire in the cell, the guards show up,
boom, I kick one guy,
Face ID, monasterio, 911, and we're out.
Right. Um.
Listen, sweetie. You know how much I love you, so please don't get upset.
But after that massive punch you took in the face earlier,
I guess I'll still keep on working on my little boat.
Just in case. Hmm?
No problem.
Ooh! Oh fuck.
We did a good job. Right?
Not even a scratch, dude.
Bro, I love your camouflage makeup.
You do?
Can I get some too?
Sure.
Oh.
Fuck.
The house is over there.
You see the smoke? Come on. Let's go.
-Yeah. -Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
Heel. Easy now.
No, no, no, no. It's okay. It's okay, baby.
Come on.
Right here, Gaëtan. Go ahead.
All right, Gaëtan! When he opens the door, you go in.
Showtime!
Yeah. Showtime my ass. Don't get too excited.
This jerk is clearly not our guy.
Anyway, this truck is torture. It's fucking freezing.
-It's warmer outside. -It's a fridge. What do you want from me?
I have a life-size chocolate bust of a soccer player. Can't you see?
It's due for Wednesday. You know, that's six grand?
That's 6,000. It's like a drug deal.
-Holy fuck! -That's right.
That's incredible. You can really tell it's Thuram.
What? That's Giroud. What's wrong with you?
-Giroud? -Heck yeah.
Oh. That's terrible. Ugh.
I mean, that's a massive fail.
Doesn't look like him at all. No spark in his eyes.
It's number nine. He does that in the air…
There's no way. You gotta start over. I'm sorry.
And the guy's doing blackface? Is that okay?
Wait. This is so racist. Racist!
It's not racist. That dude just likes dark chocolate. That's all. Gimme a break.
That's what I mean.
It's racist to enjoy dark chocolate
when you're white.
-What are you doing all by yourself? -Shit. It's working.
I swear to God. It's working.
Come here, little puppy. Come in. Are you thirsty?
Yes. He fell for it. Now we can listen to him.
Come here. I'll give you treats. Come here, little puppy.
Come on.
Oh.
Getting hotter.
That's not exactly the boat I had imagined. You know?
-That'll do it. -Oh. Fuck that's hot.
Come on. Come on.
Quick question, Dad.
How will you send your little boat?
Don't worry about that.
I've thought it through.
Now go, my Béné.
Go.
Go and sail away.
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! No, no, no, no!
Don't do that, my Béné. Don't do that to me.
Shit!
No.
Come on. Hurry, Olive.
Hurry up, Olive!
Olive?
Come here, son.
Come have some bread.
-Daddy? -Yeah. That's me.
Come here.
Here you go.
I know I haven't been around much lately, but you still remember me. Right?
Yeah, yeah. Of course.
I'm sorry. It's not easy for me right now,
but I'm on the run.
Oh damn. What happened?
With Jacquo, we were on a robbery that went south.
So we had to split up to avoid the coppers.
Check this out.
Jacquo Mesrine?
Yes. Of course.
And don't say "Mesrine," but "Mérine."
You should know that. He's your godfather. Show respect.
Yeah, yeah. Sorry, sorry.
And don't ever forget… like father, like son.
Okay?
-Like father, like son. -That's right.
That's my boy. Good.
Like father, like son.
Okay, Dad.
Come over here.
You all right?
Right. Now go find Olive.
Yeah. That's right. Let's go.
Fly!
Huh?
Denis?
Yes. I'm Denis.
Joseph, come join me.
Huh.
Hmm.
-Good evening. -Hey, kiddos. You all right?
How are you, my loves? You doing good?
Yeah?
Aïda.
Has anyone found an individual immunity necklace
and would like to risk it tonight?
Yes.
Show it to me, Joseph.
I don't have it.
Excellent.
You guys all voted.
And now I will proceed to tally the votes.
This is the first ballot.
Joseph.
Aw, damn it. No.
That was yours.
Joseph.
I'm guessing that was yours. Hmm?
Come on. William.
-William. -Yes!
That was my ballot. In your face. Moron.
Two votes against you, Joseph.
-One vote against William. -Two votes against William.
-William. -No.
It's Joseph.
What?
Hey, kids. You voted against Daddy?
-Oh fuck. -This is the second to last ballot
and it can possibly be decisive.
Vote against William. Vote against William.
Joseph.
Oh fuck. I can't believe it.
I will proceed to tally the last ballot.
Unfortunately, it'll have no impact on the final vote.
Well, then it's useless I guess. Um. Might as well leave.
-Joseph. -Joseph.
Well, duh.
Joseph, grab your bag,
then go get your torch, and bring it to me.
Joseph,
the survivors of the reunited tribe, Hazan-Benkikir,
have spoken to vote you out,
and their decision is now final.
Come stand next to me.
This is your chance, Joseph,
to speak one last time in front of your family members.
Well, I'm not, uh…
I'm… I'm not gonna lie. I'm… I'm very disappointed.
Very sad.
Aïda, I have one last request.
If you're knocking boots
with William,
promise me, please, Aïda,
you won't do it in front of the kids.
Hmm? That's dangerous.
William,
even though we don't like each other,
if you're knocking boots with Aïda…
Yeah?
…William, please,
not in front of the kids.
Can you tell me, Joseph, what do you mean by "knocking boots"?
Hmm. It's, uh, an expression that, uh…
that means "i-in the booty."
Oh.
All right.
And one last word to my children.
Hey, kids…
if Mommy's knocking boots with William,
close your eyes. All right?
It's dangerous.
That's all.
-Jo? -Yeah?
What are you doing?
Nothing.
All right, then. Let's go.
-Come on. Let's go. -Mmhmm.
Ugh. It smells like shit in there.
I'm gonna puke. I'm gonna puke. I swear.
You all right, Dad? You need a hand?
Damn it! Don't make it worse. Can't you see it's got shit in there?
It's just shit!
Wait. Uh, here we go. Here we go. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. Uh, yes. Gone through. Oh. My Béné.
My Béne.
Catherine?
What are you doing here?
I-I don't… I have no idea. They must think that I work with you.
Oh. Honey, I'm so happy to see you.
I mean, I'm not happy to see you here, but I'm still happy to see you.
Wait, wait. No. I have shit on my palms.
-I was so scared. -Honey.
-Oh my… -And what about the others?
They took Grandma away right when we got here.
A cartel took her somewhere else.
Oh my God. This is awful.
It's not, and you'll be safe. Don't worry. We'll…
I'm with you. Huh?
Oh. I can handle the bad guys.
"You can handle the bad guys?" Hey, Dad. What's wrong?
We found out they wanna remove--
Oh. Hey now. Wait a second. Why would you wanna freak her out?
It's okay, my love. It's all good.
It's all good.
But, uh… And Joseph and Olivier, they also went with the cartel?
No, no, no. They just went bonkers and escaped.
Do you know where they went?
Yeah. To that house over there. Near the woods.
But I told Léonard that they went to the sea to cover their tracks.
It's a… a technique from the Mossad.
Oh. Brilliant.
Perfect.
Oh, my love.
-Hold on. Hold on. -Oh, my love. Oh, my love. It's okay.
I guess I'll go.
I'll go hang out over here.
Everything will be fine now that you're here.
Señor? Your mother asked me to give you this.
What is it?
Distillery?
-Get going. What are you waiting for? -Yes.
It's starting to wear off. Feeling better.
Yeah, yeah. Me too.
I'm so tired, bro.
I'm so thirsty, I have a terrible headache.
It's all right, bro. Hang in there. It's two minutes away. Come on.
Wait. Is that a police siren?
I didn't hear it.
Damn. It's a police car.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop!
-Police! Police! -¡Policía! ¡Policía!
-¡Policía! -Wait. Stay there.
They have flashing lights.
Oh. We come?
Okay. We come!
-Let's go see them. Let's go. -Okay.
Do you understand, señor?
Huh?
My family is… is imprisoned in the… in a prison
I mean, not in prison. Like a church… a church.
Church bandit.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. With a guy, his name is Léonard.
Léonardo.
He's a son of a bitch. Very bitch, but, uh, very dangerous.
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. Police station.
Yes. We're out of here.
Oh my God. We're safe now.
Oh. That's amazing, bro. We'll be able to save the others.
Gosh. I was so scared.
Wait. Wait a second. Hey. Is that the monastery?
No. He's taking us to the monastery.
We're not going to the… to the monastery.
It's all good. We're going home.
-Sir! This isn't good. -No, no, no, no, no.
Sir! Dangerous!
-What the fuck is he doing? -No way! No way, bro!
-Fuck. They work for Léonard. -What a nightmare.
-Oh no, no, no, no. Fuck! -This can't be happening.
Fucking shit!
Ow. Come on.
'Sup, my two little bunnies. You tried to leave without saying goodbye.
No. Not at all. That's not what it was. We were just… Me and Olivier.
You're not even dropping me a kiss right on the tip of my "pen"?
Didn't I warn you not to fool around?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
You want to play?
Well, then we'll play.
Come.