I don't get it.
He's an hour late.
Voicemail.
Try again.
If the cops got him on the way here...
Don't start...
-with your negativity. -We're going there, bro.
-Be careful. -Yep.
-We'll let you know. -Be careful.
"Negativity."
Now it's my fault.
I'm just worried.
About Olivier or the weed?
Well...
About Olivier.
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It was here, right?
-Right? -It was.
-Where's the truck now? -It was here.
Fuck. That's Virgile's car.
-Wasn't he supposed to be on vacation? -Yes.
Virgile found Olivier and fucked him up.
Don't say that.
He's changed, he has better self-control.
What self-control?
The dude found a truckload of weed!
Forget self-control!
Find out where Virgile is. I'll call Clém.
-Hey, it's me. Did you guys leave? -Hi, Clémentine.
-It's Joe. I was wondering... -Okay.
-...if Olive was with you. -How's JP?
Everything's fine, I was just wondering.
-Let me know. -Tell him I said hi.
-Call me when Virgile turns up. -Bye.
Thanks.
-So? -He didn't went home last night.
This is bad.
Shit.
If Virgile's car was there, it had to be him.
Why would he steal the truck?
He's an Uber, no?
He used to be a thug.
So did Olivier.
He sold three bootlegged VHS, 20 years ago.
He has a record, too.
We've known him since he was 12. He wouldn't.
All right, maybe they worked together.
I don't know, I'm trying to figure this out.
What is it?
-Hello. -Hello.
-Hi. -Did you lose your truck?
Why?
We found it on a roundabout.
-Really? -We brought it back.
Awesome.
Can you come with me?
Thank you. Of course.
In a minute.
-Okay. -All right.
Thanks.
If we're toast,
I'll do the time.
At your age!
-Whatever. -It should be Joseph or me.
Absolutely not Joseph.
Aïda's expecting.
-No. -What?
She's pregnant and he doesn't know.
-Aure! -We're coming.
Okay, you take the fall.
Me...
Can you check the contents? We have to submit a report.
Everything's there, obviously.
You have to open it.
Yes.
-It's not necessary. -It is.
It's standard procedure, so...
Élodie, can I talk to you?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Actually...
I'm embarrassed to open the truck in front of my dad and my grandma.
What's in there?
Pork.
Pork?
Kosher though.
But still...
It's a no-no for the family.
I'd rather not open it.
-I see. -Do you mind?
But why was your truck on that roundabout?
Well...
It's a funny question, because...
Gilbert.
Who's that?
My uncle...
Uncle Gilbert.
I love that guy.
But he always wants to compete with us,
and when he saw I was cornering the kosher pork market,
he must have lost it. And I think...
I think he stole the truck.
He probably panicked and felt guilty.
-Aure. -Yeah.
You gotta tell me if something shady's going on.
No, wait.
Hi! Hello, sir.
Did Olivier bring it back?
No, we did.
Really? That's great.
Olive's going to be so happy.
What about Gilbert?
-Gilbert. -What Gilbert?
-Gilbert, no. -No, not Gilbert.
It's Olivier.
He lives in that truck.
The Olivier I know lives in this truck?
Absolutely. That's his home.
It's his little home, his abode.
He cooks in there, he's happy as a clam in there.
We insisted he moved out,
but he's always like, "I'll stay in here, like a clam."
-Yes. -How many trucks do you have?
No...
-One. -Only one.
One truck.
Antoine, please open it.
No, it's better if it stays closed. Please.
That's bullshit.
Oh, well...
It's empty.
Shit. The money's dirty.
The weed's gone.
My shop is ruined.
That's called a fiasco.
Forget the shop,
Olivier might be dead.
-Come on. -Right!
Or under a palm tree with my money.
-Enough! -For fuck's sake!
Hello, I know where Olivier is.
What do you mean?
Listen... well...
Nobody's perfect.
I'm...
I'm kind of jealous.
Since I was a kid...
I'm really insecure.
I look strong, but I'm very fragile.
Right.
-Like blown glass. -Who cares?
-What's the connection? -And, so...
I don't know how to deal with significant others.
Sorry, my voice is sore. I was at my cousin Denis' birthday.
He's a great guy, I had to go.
I was so high. He's great.
-Can we move forward? -Yes.
One day, my ex told me:
"Clémentine, I'm going there."
So, I checked to see if he was there.
And he was.
And...
No, I just got it. It's not the right example.
-Move it. -Come on.
What I'm saying is that I didn't want to do that with Olivier.
I didn't want to ruin everything,
to nag and call him all the time:
"Where are you?"
-What? -What?
I microchipped him.
You microchipped him?
Like a dog.
With a GPS tracker.
She's crazy.
Yes, but it's good news. So, where is he?
Right now he is in Pantin.
-Okay. -But he hasn't moved for an hour.
-I didn't want to go alone. -Let's go.
-Wait! -What?
Before we go...
-Where is the bathroom? -Seriously?
Do we wait for you?
I'll text you the address.
-Go take a dump, we'll meet there. -Okay.
Let go, you're pulling me back.
All right?
Okay. You guys stay here.
I'll do some recon.
Abort! I saw a Kalashnikov.
-What? -They have Kalashnikovs.
Are you crazy? Maybe Olivier's in danger.
They have guns!
Hold on.
We don't know what's going on.
Either Oliver is in trouble,
or he's selling our weed.
Whatever's going on,
we have to call the cops.
I agree with Dad, we're out of our league here.
-Let's call the cops. -Listen.
I watched a story once with guys like that.
-The best thing is to call the police. -Great, Ali.
Okay, Aure.
You call the lady cop.
Tell her Olivier got kidnapped.
If she finds the weed, we know nothing,
it's not ours.
If we're lucky, she'll get us out of it.
Okay, it'll work.
Don't move, motherfucker!
-What are you doing? -Is she crazy?
Come here, I'm waiting.
No, come back here!
Fucking come here.
Hurry up!
-Wait for me, bag of jerks! -Wait a sec.
Don't move or I'll kill him.
Calm down!
What's happening here?
Take it easy.
Hello, ma'am.
We don't want any trouble.
We just want our merchandise and our friend...
Hold on. Who are you?
We are the...
The Hazans.
And how did you, Hazans, get here?
Did you think we were going to leave our dope in the open
without tracking it?
You think we're rookies?
Goddamn it.
Didn't you know there was a GPS tracker in those stupid bags of fucking weed?
You know what? One word from me, a hail of bullets, and you're done for.
And this guy...
I don't give a fuck about him.
I don't even know your name.
-Ludo. -Now you know.
You're either actually powerful, or you are totally fucking crazy.
Real nutters.
We are powerful.
I know one thing.
Clémentine, you can...
-Cut his throat? -No!
Let him go.
Okay, your gesture was ambiguous. Go.
-Bye, Ludo. -Come on.
Last stop, everybody out of the car.
These two motherfuckers came to sell your weed.
Are you okay, Olive?
I'm going to tell you how I found them.
This one came to me first.
This asshole tried to play me.
Oh, peeing feels so good!
Feels amazing.
And I figured it was him.
This one...
Fascinating story, really.
He says it's his weed.
He makes suits for Enrico Macias.
Really?
Enrico is Enrico.
This utterly diuretic blend
is really good for you.
It's very, very draining.
But I'm starving now.
I'll take 50 percent of your weed,
because without me, it would have been lost.
You'll get the rest.
As a bonus, I'll leave you these fucking asshole. Okay?
Very good deal.
-Yes. -Perfect.
I'm curious.
I'd like to know what you'll do to them. It's none of my business...
but if it were up to me,
I'd unscrew their heads and shit in their neck.
-I see. -You must have your own method.
Absolutely.
Ours is similar to yours though, but we'll be a little more...
-Violent. -Violent.
All right.
Here? Now?
Yes, here, now.
Okay. Because usually we do that at the butcher shop
with all the right tools.
Okay.
In our line of business, these scumbags make good examples.
-You have to cut. Mirko, clippers. -Clippers?
Cut.
The Hazans prefer to cut ties, but then...
Cut what you want, I don't care.
But you cut now.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
I'll cut then.
I'll cut.
The other one, the one who screwed you.
Okay?
I don't have a choice, please.
I'll cut just a bit of your hair.
-No. -You won't feel anything, I promise.
Fuck!
There!
Take that!
That's for fucking with us.
What's that?
Jacques Dessange.
Hair is very meaningful for us.
If you wiggle your ass...
I'm cutting his dick off.
No! Not his dick!
Out of the way, you skank!
Anything but his dick.
Oh fuck, what a moron!
There you go!
That bitch cut his finger off!
-A finger. -Very good, kiddo.
Thank you.
Great chick.
She's a keeper.
-Come on, bro. -Give them half of the weed.
Thirty bags.
Shit! There's blood everywhere.
Twenty-seven bags.
What inspired you to help Gérard, Enrico?
I was moved by that poor fellow.
He bought a guitar thinking it was mine.
Yeah, well...
Not very bright.
-What is he saying? -He was fooled by a certificate...
-Of authenticity, right. -...sloppily printed.
The man is quite dense.
Hang on!
What a jerk!
I come off as a fool.
Dense.
He's not wrong about the guitar.
Yeah, well...
Sorry I'm late. Did I miss anything?
-Fuck. -How's your hand, my love?
All right.
Excuse me, Bernard.
She calls me Bernard now.
Wait.
Grandma, put on the news.
-No, it's cool. -Bro, please.
What's up?
CENDRON SCANDAL THE PRIME MINISTER'S REACTION
Long live the Republic!
And long live France!
What's this?
Hey, Manu! Show me your rump.
Dad?
Of course.
-Is that your voice? -No.
I'll show you my "rumpublic."
Let's go!
Long live the "rumpublic!"
We're back in the studio of Talking Politics
with the prime minister, who just joined us.
This video is going viral on social media
with the hashtag "rumpublic"...
Fuck!
...an attack on democracy and your cabinet. What is your reaction?
I am very shocked...
by this unacceptable behavior.
I immediately dismissed Mr. Philippe Cendron.
No!
We take public health very seriously,
especially drug addiction.
I want to be clear today,
the rumors about the legalization of cannabis are false.
Unbelievable!
Oh, fuck!
I can't believe it.
Olive, what the fuck?
I was high, we were messing around.
I shit on you, Olivier!
How did it come up?
Did you post it?
How did that video leak?
The crazy bitch who peed on me took my phone, I don't know.
What a jackass.
What a jackass!
You failed again.
I know that.
But...
I'm proud of you.
You keep failing,
but you get back on your feet every time.
Doing better than me.
No, I'm not.
I put everyone in a shitty situation.
And I lost Aïda.
That's nothing, son.
That's nothing.
Hey.
As long as a woman lives, she can always come back.
Amen.
-Amen. -Amen.
Thank you, son.
Thank you.
Thanks, bro.
MEDICINE
Still on that?
No more bullshit.
No! Okay.
Good for you, but there was no need to throw the phone away,
you could just turn off the alarm.
-I got excited. -I saw that.
-Olé! -Oh, right.
Olé!
I'll call Waldman from yours.
We need to sell the shop now.
-I'll take over. -No, you won't.
-Yes, I will. It's a good thing. -No way.
You're no butcher.
You must find a better path.
Listen.
There will always be someone you can count on.
Enrico.
Didn't expect that.
There you go.
It's all behind us now.
It won't be legalized. We threw everything in the water.
We sold the shop and we're starting over.
And I know about the baby.
Don't worry, I didn't tell Joseph.
I wanted to show you this.
Here.
-I can't. -Read it. Go ahead.
Oh, okay.
"Forgive me, Béné. Gilbert took me to the girls..."
No, not this one.
Gilbert, you know...
This is the right one.
All Joseph's little notes say the same thing.
He just asks his mother to help him to be good enough for you.
It's too complicated.
He's told me too many lies.
I wouldn't know where to begin.
You'll figure it out.
You'll thank me later.
How are you?
Thank you for...
Thank you for coming to hear me out.
I'm so sorry for...
for everything.
I acted like a coward with you.
I'd understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me.
But I love you.
I love you.
Just know that.
I've grown something in secret, too.
What?
Are you pregnant?
Are you?
Just kidding.
Is it true?
Is it?
Tell me, don't leave me like this. Is it true?
Yes, it's true.
No.
-I'm gonna be a dad? -Yes.
I'm gonna be a dad.
Dad?
Grandma? Where are you?
Hello? Where are you?
Over here, son.
I have incredible news. I'm gonna be a...
dad.
Here we go. The whole family is here now.
Sit down.
I did some research.
The Hazans are nobody, fucking nobody.
Clowns.
You haven't done anything worth mentioning.
And you made a fool out of me.
Usually...
you would all get a bullet in the back of the head.
No, no, please.
Then again, I've gotten incredible feedback about your weed.
Incredible.
I've never seen that before. Sold out.
Bravo.
Thank you.
Mirko, now.
Here you go.
Three hundred thousand.
We'll start with 100 pounds every three months, and then we'll adjust.
-We already struggled... -Fifty...
Hey! Enough with the bullshit, especially you.
Excuse me?
I sense hesitation.
We're just...
You know I love cutting things.
Cut, cut, cut.
And look here.
Here's what happens when you hesitate for too long.
Hold on.
I know this limbless man.
I follow him on Instagram.
He swims. In his videos, he swims with...
Hey!
I had a cloud problem.
Goddamn fucking phone.
I can't even find my own pics.
This is just to show you what happens if you refuse to cooperate.
Okay.
-Grandma. -We'll do it.
There you go.
I love the concept of family business.
Mirko.
Brava, brava, brava.
"L'Chaim," as you say.
L'Chaim.
Feels good.