TUANI REGION OF CORSICA
A NETFLIX SERIES
-Don't kill me. It's around here. -Fuck. Come on! Dig!
It's the money! Fuck!
Yes! It's all here!
All right.
Your friend finally found the money.
Thank you, Ali. Fuck!
I told you we could count on him.
Give me 24 hours to charter a helicopter and I'll get you out of here.
Thank you, Doctor. You're saving our lives.
Don't get too excited, Olivier,
because you have cancer.
What?
That's a joke.
That's a good one.
You shouldn't laugh too hard. You have leukemia.
You're starting to get my sense of humor.
Son of a bitch.
So?
What's that racket? Why are these deadbeats still alive?
Mr. Cavillan,
this is perfect timing.
Our patients all contracted an infection.
We need to put them on antibiotics for a week before harvesting their organs.
An infection? What a shady excuse.
No, that's not an excuse.
-They're really sick. -Really.
What? Did Pénélope put this in your head?
Léonard, calm down. He's right. We're really sick.
-We're very sick. -It's true.
-We're not at all well. -Yeah, Léonard.
You have to admit the conditions here are less than sanitary.
That's true, damn it. There's dust everywhere.
This place isn't five stars.
Hold on!
Tell me the truth or I'll pop a cap in the beanpole!
Léonard, you're out of your mind!
Fuck, I can't believe this.
Come on.
We're burying five-million-euro corpses.
Damn, we lost everything.
The good news is we're not burying Aure.
Yeah, obviously.
Thank you, God.
-Grab him. -Yeah.
Fuck. Go on.
Come on.
Fucking pain in the ass.
Do you realize last year we were
trying to sell an app to investors?
Look at us now.
I think doing this type of stuff is my destiny.
I'm a thug. Like father, like son.
Come on.
Let's go.
Olive.
What?
I have to tell you something.
What is it?
Tell me.
You and I…
You and I are…
Bro!
There you go.
What do you mean?
Bros.
What do you mean, bros?
You and I are brothers, bro.
Yeah, we're bros.
No, I mean, we're really brothers, bro.
Are you losing it? What are you saying?
Of course you're my bro. We're bros. I know.
No, what I'm trying to say is your father…
Your father is my father.
He cheated on my mother with your mother.
What are you saying? That's nonsense.
Olive, believe me. I'm serious.
-We're blood brothers. -Who told you that?
My father. Well, your father. Our father.
-Gérard? -Gérard.
-Gérard talks nonsense. -No. Olive.
He told me when we were on the truth serum.
What?
We're brothers.
Come here, brother.
Come here.
It's crazy, isn't it?
We were bros before being bros.
That's beautiful.
Hold on.
Does that mean Aure's my sister?
Yeah, she's your sister.
Of course she's your sister.
Fuck.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Don't worry about it.
What did you do? I had to kill the surgeon because of you.
What are you talking about?
I wasn't born yesterday.
You think I don't see you going behind my back to save those clowns?
Hold on. Calm down. I haven't moved. You're imagining things.
I'm not a moron.
You're making such a mess for me! You don't even realize!
What do I tell the Russians?
I sold them organs and I have no one to harvest them!
So the Hazans are alive?
Is that what you're worried about?
-You love them that much? Come. -What are you doing?
-Stop it! -I'll give you the same treatment.
-What are you doing? -Come on.
Stop!
They must've gotten the wrong monastery.
No, there's no mistake.
Your info was off.
What must the Colombians think of us now?
-We'll find the right address. -No.
That's nice of you, but the Hazans have cost us enough money.
So the shitty tips from the strings you pulled as a lawyer,
keep them to yourself.
We're calling off the search.
Is that clear?
Watch your tone.
You don't need to lecture us. You suck too.
Excuse me? What are you talking about?
About the little Grégory case. You sucked.
Obviously it was Bernard Laroche who threw him in the Vologne!
You moron!
And Dupont de Ligonnès?
That was a real mess!
I don't know where he is!
Move your asses instead of arresting random people in airports!
And Natascha Kampusch?
Did you even think about Natascha Kampusch?
How many kids did she have with her father before you showed up?
You sucked!
Sucked balls!
She's joking.
Complete shit!
All right.
-It still hurts. -That's normal.
-Breathe. -This our dorm.
Right next door are the showers
and the toilets.
When you go through here, there's a hallway,
but I don't know if there are one or two doors.
Do you think there are one or two doors? Olive?
Damn it, bro. Olive!
Focus. Are there one or two doors?
Yeah, there are one or two doors. That's for sure.
Are you fucking with me?
Catherine?
Fuck.
My love. I thought you were dead.
It's all right. I was so scared about you too. So scared.
What happened? Where were you?
They asked me to translate
for a deal with Russians.
They wanted to buy our organs. It was awful.
Fuck.
Don't worry. It's over now.
We're getting out of here now.
-We're working on a map of the monastery. -Yeah.
We absolutely have to make it. Otherwise, Léonard will kill us.
Is that your map?
Yeah.
Yeah, this is the map.
-Here. -Thanks.
You know, I did the same as you.
What?
With Olivio.
I got an Olivier double and pretended I had moved on.
Like you with William.
I'm here.
Yeah. How are you?
Don't listen to her, love.
That's nonsense. They don't even look alike.
"That's nonsense. They don't even look alike."
I used to say that too. Yeah.
You're still in love with Joseph. If not, you wouldn't do all this for him.
Saved by the bell.
You got lucky.
Hello?
Dr. Prévot, this is Mr. Finanouk.
Hello, Mr. Finanouk.
Yes, I'm listening.
Did you put me on speaker?
Yes. No.
I mean, yes, because I'm in the middle
of shaving my pussy!
Don't cut yourself.
Listen. Unfortunately, I have some very bad news.
It's not gonna work out for your loan.
I'm really sorry.
However, for your hookah cat bar,
I have another proposition for you,
but it's more in line with your surgical skills.
I'm interested. Tell me more.
All right. I need to harvest organs from three men and two women.
Damn, even Ludmilla?
The surgeon I planned to use had an accident
and my client is pressed for time.
I need to know if you're available right away.
That depends. How much?
We're supposed to be professionals. We're professionals.
All right.
I'm offering 120,000 euros and that's non-negotiable.
Yes.
Well, it is non-negotiable actually.
That's a no, sir.
-What are you doing? -Are you kidding?
Hold on. I have principles.
-At that price, out of the question. -Call him back! He's our only in.
I don't want to get ripped off.
Clémentine, I swear I will hit you. Call him back.
Calm down. He'll call back.
-And if he doesn't? -Why wouldn't he?
He'll call back. He has my number.
No, we're not going this way. That's not a good idea at all.
We'll be seen.
If we go this way, however,
we can take a passageway that goes right to the parking lot.
All the guards' cars are there, one of which is an old red 4x4.
We have to take that red 4x4 because the left rear door doesn't lock.
Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a booger?
No, nothing. I'm listening.
All right, did you hear me?
We have to take the red 4x4 because the left rear door is always open.
Great. We got it.
Sorry, but how do you know all that?
I saw it when I was translating for the Russians.
-That doesn't mean anything, Joseph. -It does.
It means I seriously doubt you speak Russian.
What did she say?
I don't know. But apparently she speaks Russian.
I said, "Then we need to go to Bastia Airport."
What? Bastia?
-We're in Corsica? -Yes.
-Really? -No way.
Everyone here speaks Spanish.
-Even the cops speak Spanish. -That's true.
Maybe, but trust me. They took me to a village in Corsica to translate.
Yeah? Was it nice? Did you have a feast?
Was there Orezza and brocciu?
Yes, there was brocciu.
Damn, lucky.
Anyway, we need to leave by 7:00 a.m.
No.
I disagree. It's too dangerous. The longer we stay, the less safe it is.
We're gonna wait until everyone's asleep and leave.
No, between 7:00 and 7:30, they switch shifts.
We'll be less likely to run into someone.
Damn, that's crazy. How does she know all this?
Did you see that too?
Are you going to contradict her every time she says something?
You don't have any info anyway.
All right? You're all talk. So now let's listen.
She has a little too much info.
We're listening, my love.
And how do we get out of the dorm?
Catherine?
To get out of the dorm,
we're gonna use this.
A cardboard box. Great.
Those are matches, Jo.
-Those are matches? -Are you stupid or what?
Those are matches.
And there you go.
-Answer, for fuck's sake! -You have to let him stew.
Plus, I love this ringtone. I just added it three days ago. I love it.
-Come on! -Answer it!
-Hello? -Hello?
Mr. Finanouk.
-We got cut off. -Yes.
I'm sorry. I have another call.
Hello?
-No, you're not interrupting. -Damn it, Clémentine!
What's wrong with you? Are you insane?
So, from what I can recall,
I have the 30 GB weekend plan with unlimited texts
and it's not quite enough 'cause I watch a ton of videos.
-Get him back on, for fuck's sake! -I'm negotiating.
You're not the one over your limit every month.
So selfish.
Ma'am, I will call you back.
I can't hear myself think here. Have a good day.
Oh my.
Mr. Finanouk, I'm listening.
Great. You can count on us.
Okay. All right. That works.
Take care.
Take care. All right, bye.
Bye.
He hung up.
Youssef, put three pairs of underwear in a plastic bag.
-The plane takes off in an hour. -Where are we going?
Corsica.
-Corsica? -Yes.
L'île de beauté.
I wanted to say
sorry about Joseph.
I don't know what he has against you.
I don't know.
Sometimes kids are complicated, you know.
Yeah.
I mean,
I don't have any, but I imagine sometimes it's not easy.
No.
I knew you were brilliant, but I was blown away.
That's nothing. It's just chemistry.
Some saltpeter, sulfur, a spark, and boom.
Boom.
Go on. Grind.
Aure, bring the bag closer.
-It's okay. -Make sure it doesn't fall outside.
I'm getting it. Keep scraping instead of bitching.
Fuck.
Honestly, don't you think her tattoo's weird?
Unbelievable. You won't shut up about that. Shit!
Dollar tattoos are a mistake you make when you're young. It means nothing.
I told you she used to be a stripper. She wanted dollars in her panties.
Stripper, my ass! All right?
She happens to have the same tattoo as that other sick psycho.
She speaks Russian.
She happens to know the monastery like the back of her hand.
Now she's an explosives expert.
Oh yeah, and she happened to disappear
the day we were getting butchered by the doctor,
and then she happened to come back.
That's a lot of coincidences.
Listen, Jo. I trust her. She's dependable.
And remember she risked her life to get your ass out of jail.
It seems like you kind of forgot.
-She's just a stranger. -No, not at all.
She's Dad's girlfriend. So now she's family.
No, she's not. I don't give a shit. I don't trust her.
You're such a pain. Fuck.
I think Catherine's okay.
She's beautiful, smart…
Stop it. We get it. You just want to fuck her.
Yes, I do, but that's not the issue. I trust her. That's all.
That's amazing.
For once, Olivier agrees with me. I think you must really be wrong.
-Why do you say that? -True. Why do you say that?
Why? Because look at yourselves.
Always stuck to each other like barnacles and you agree on everything.
Stop it. This doesn't count. I'm scraping saltpeter.
We've disagreed many times.
Yeah, he's right.
You two are close. That's fine. Not a problem.
It's just that sometimes I feel like I don't exist. You know?
Really?
Yes.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
That wasn't intentional. Honest. It's just that you're so confident.
To us, you've got your shit together.
True. I feel like you don't really need us.
Yeah, well,
you're wrong.
There.
By the way, I need to tell you something about Olive.
What?
No, settle down, Jo.
Whoa. Hold on. Don't get carried away.
There. See? You're hiding things from me again.
-That's not true. -I don't give a shit. I'll tell you.
My shoulders hurt.
Shut up.
Scrape that fucking thing. I don't give a shit.
-Jo. -Come on, damn it.
We're here.
It's true, it does look a lot like Colombia.
All right, listen instead of talking about Colombia.
Once we go through that gate, that's it. There's no going back.
-Get that in your head. -I got it. Obviously.
You scared? Wanna call the police?
-What? The police? -Well, me neither.
I don't want them to end up in jail.
-I'm raring to go. Are you ready? -Obviously.
I booked the boat.
We're gonna handle this like pros. Put this on.
-What are you doing? -It's important.
It makes you look less ghetto.
Stop it. I look like a samurai.
Damn, I look like a samurai.
A fucking samurai, you know?
-Yeah. -My head…
Let's go.
Enough.
Hello.
-Nice to meet you. -You too.
Dr. Prévot and Dr. Ben Aflahak?
-Ben Affleck. -Aflahak, righteousness.
You have toucans.
It's mating season. I'm gonna make them get a hard-on.
Shut the fuck up!
It's from the speakers. Can't you tell it's fake?
It's all staged.
Like the cacti. I imported them.
We're trying to make the prisoners believe they're in South America.
-To confuse them. -Obviously.
-It's good. -It's crap.
It's not working at all. I could tell the birds were fake right away.
I'll perch you on a branch and you can do your insane bird calls.
No, it's well done. Really.
Give me your phones.
A matter of discretion.
I'll give them back later.
I wanted to switch phones anyway.
-Oh yeah? -It wasn't working anymore.
You'll have to.
So are we getting started right away?
No, take it easy.
My clients need the organs tomorrow.
We'll harvest them at the last minute. That's easier.
That's best.
Come on. Let's go.
Could we examine them in order to assess the situation?
No, I'll introduce you tomorrow morning. You should rest now.
I'll show you your rooms. Tomorrow's a big day.
I'd rather you be relaxed.
Yeah. And I need to shit.
Yeah, the trip…
What are you doing?
This way, we'll have some privacy.
What's wrong?
Damn.
My love…
will you marry me?
Are you serious?
I love you.
And
I don't know how much time I have left. So, yes, I'm serious.
Will you marry me?
All right.
What?
Yes.
Yes, yes?
Yes, yes.
You're awake?
No, I'm a little anxious about the escape tomorrow.
Aren't you?
Yeah, a little.
What are they doing?
Nothing special. They're sleeping.
Okay.
Good night, bro.
Yeah, good night, bro.
-Hey, Olive? -Yeah?
I was thinking about something.
-We're really brothers now. -Yeah?
Maybe we don't need to call each other "bro."
You're right, bro.
Forget it.
Good night, bro.
Yeah, good night, bro.
-What are you looking at? -Nothing.
-What do you mean, "nothing"? -No, don't look, Jo!
Bro, what's this?
You said they were sleeping, but his dick is out. What the hell?
-He took his member out. -What the fuck?
Looks like I'm not the only new family member.
Enough with your shitty jokes. That's your father! A little respect.
I don't care. He's been my father for five minutes.
You can't do that! Stop staring.
Are you insane?
I'm looking. I don't care. He's doing her doggy style.
Fuck.
They're struggling, like dogs.
Yeah, the dick's not entering.
They're totally out of sync. There's no chemistry.
It'll never work between them.
Damn, that dick.
It's amazing, like a chocolate éclair.
Yeah, my father has a nice dick.
-Does that dick run in the family? -Yeah.
-I never saw a dick like that on you. -I have one.
You don't. I never saw it.
When you see it, it's asleep.
-But when it's been deployed… -No, fuck.
Did you bring your explosive belt?
Why do you ask?
-Why are you asking? -No, no reason.
Kind of racist, aren't you?
No, it's because of your beard.
There you go. Like I said, you're racist.
Oh my God, you Jews always take everything the wrong way.
-What are you talking about? -There.
Get those ropes. Let's go to the parking lot.
-What for? -Trust me.
Okay, pass me the saltpeter and sulfur.
-It's… -In the desk over there.
-There's nothing here. -How can that be? It was there.
What the hell?
-Look, Dad. -Are you joking?
No, unbelievable. You guys lost the mix?
Fucking unbelievable. Fuck.
We can't even follow through with Catherine's plan now. What a disaster.
It's all right. Thankfully, I have another box of matches.
That's incredible.
We're saved. She has more matches.
Yeah, that's great.
What a crazy coincidence that she has a second box of matches
while being held captive. Well done, Catherine.
Okay, if we all scrape together, we can do it.
No, the only thing you're gonna scrape is my asshole! Is that clear?
I just have to say I can't stand her. I don't trust her.
She's been trying to trick us from the start. Open your eyes.
She has two boxes of matches! How? That doesn't happen.
If we follow her, death will be waiting behind that door.
You're totally insane.
-Don't tell me you threw out the powder. -Obviously he did.
All right, no more pretending. I have to tell you something.
I threw out the powder.
Joseph, damn it. I swear, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you.
If you don't like Catherine, that's your problem.
But you just sentenced us to death, you imbecile.
I'll get the Hazans. Tell the doctors to get ready.
Okay.
When are you gonna stop being so blind? Can't you see she's shady?
You're the one who's shady.
You're always throwing a wrench in things. You're shady.
I always throw a wrench in things?
-Stop being manipulated by this bitch. -No!
-Don't talk about my wife like that. -Your wife?
Yes, my wife.
We're getting married.
-What? -You're not getting married at all.
If we follow her, we're dead.
-No! Jo! -Let go of me!
Let go of me!
-Let go of me! -Stop it!
Calm down. Listen.
I know this is a complicated situation.
But I swear I only want what's best for you.
You think I'm shady, and you have the right to.
But, Joseph, you have to trust me,
'cause I'm the only one who can get us out of here.
Please.
-Give it to her. -Jo.
Give it back.
Damn it.
Here. Go ahead. Follow her.
What are you doing? Trying to screw me over?
No, Léonard, calm down. I'm just trying to work things out.
Aren't you trying to help them escape?
Calm down, please. Lower that gun.
You're not actually going to shoot--
Fuck!
-Shit! -Catherine? Are you okay?
Mom!
Hold on! Move over! Mom!
-Fuck. -Mom?
José, come here.
He said, "Mom."
I told you.
I didn't realize. He said, "Mom."
-Dad, are you all right? -I don't feel well.
-Hold on. Sit down. -Gérard.
Whoa, he's falling.
Hold on!
Dad?
Dad, stay with us. Dad?
Dad? Hey!
Dad? Open your eyes!
-Gérard! -Dad!
Subtitle translation by: Leanne Bordelais