[woman] Do you want to die?
-This doesn't work that way. -I know.
I'm aware, but we have an offer for you.
[laughing]
-[he sighs] -So cute.
You don't have an offer.
There's no way I'm gonna let you go.
We're gonna give you the recipe.
What are you talking about?
Actually, there's something I've never told you, but...
Pastraweed is all Ludmila.
We're just extras. We're useless.
Only she knows how to make it.
Joseph, you're telling me
that 80% of my business rests on the shoulders of an 85-year-old granny?
Eighty-seven years old.
That's why if she tells you the recipe, you can do it without us.
[in English] Holy fucking mother of dragons.
Yeah.
[in Dutch] Let me think about it.
[man] Boss?
[sighs]
There's Vadim.
That's true.
Okay.
[Jaurès inhales deeply]
I'm gonna send my best botanist to get the recipe.
Great.
That's great. Very good.
[inhales deeply] And we agree that after that...
we're free?
-If he says he can make it with you, yes. -Great. Perfect. There.
I'll send him on Monday.
This Monday?
Or Monday in two weeks? Monday.
Monday in five days.
Why? Is that too long?
No, it's not.
Uh... That's perfect. No, two weeks would've been too long,
but five days...
-Perfect. -Great.
I really hope you're not wasting my time, Joseph.
-No. -Because now that I know
that your little sister
and your dad
are useless,
I won't hesitate to drown them in a bag.
[in Dutch] Begrepen?
Prepare?
Begrepen?
Begrepen.
[hip-hop music playing]
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
♪ Family ♪
♪ Business ♪
In that case, tell your family, "I made a deal with Jaurès."
No, bro. Are you crazy?
They don't want out of the business. They're in it deep.
You're also in deep shit. Hey!
Don't touch that, sir! It's chocolate.
What the fuck...
Can I get two seconds?
-He's touching it. -I know. Stop touching!
Bro, you're in deep shit.
-I know. -But listen.
Jaurès has to think you all agreed.
Otherwise, it won't work.
-Fuck. -Trust me.
How do I do that?
You put one over on them.
How?
How? Figure out how to get them to want to quit the business.
They have to believe it was their idea. Got it? Not your idea.
You even want to continue.
Yeah, nice. How do I do that?
Rival gang.
-Rival gang? -Yeah.
How?
You say there's a rival gang in town.
Scare them.
Ah... yeah.
That's good. A rival gang is good.
Don't worry. Uncle Youss is here.
-Thanks, bro. -Now go.
HAZAN KOSHER MEATS
[cash register printing, beeps]
Dad, you can't be serious.
What?
You have to stop making 500-euro receipts.
It looks like our clients are buying 30 kilos of merguez.
To launder money right, it has to look real. Get it?
-You said do 200,000 euros a month. -Yeah.
If I start making 18-euro receipts, I'll never manage.
Yeah, it's a little tiring, but that's the idea.
We need to launder 8,000 euros a day, so that's at least 360 receipts.
-I got it, Miss Know-it-all. -Stop calling me that all the time.
What about after?
With what we're gonna produce in the new warehouse?
Because we won't launder all that with sausages.
Thanks, Dad. I'm thinking of a new laundering strategy.
For now, we do it like this. So let's do it well.
If the authorities stick their nose in your accounts, we're going down.
Let's not go down over three sausages, okay?
Shit.
[printing]
[quietly] Come here.
Here, a little carrot.
Okay? There.
Don't worry. I'm your friend.
I just need your head, buddy.
I just need your head for my family, okay?
Like in The Godfather. The first opus.
You won't feel a thing. This is a bread knife.
Let's go. One...
[breathing heavily]
Two...
[breathing heavily]
I can't fucking do it. I can't do it.
Fuck, I can't.
Oh...
-[horse snorts] -What's that? That's better.
There. Come here, old timer.
There we go.
You won't feel a thing.
Shit. What's with this fucking neck?
It's thicker than the other one.
What a hassle. Fuck!
This is a shitty idea.
Go on. Live your life.
[woman] This is one of my favorites. It's an American rabbit.
-[Joseph] Mm-hmm. -He's very nice
and has a sleep cycle kind of like ours.
You don't have any sick ones? Like, a little...
depressed, who don't eat anymore
and say, "There. That's good. I went around the cage.
Maybe it's time to throw in the towel."
Or a dead one?
Honestly, if you have one in stock that's kind of dead, that'd be a blessing.
-That one's not dead? -No, he's taking a nap.
-You want to buy an animal to kill it? -No.
-No, this is a misunderstanding. Sorry. -I was scared.
I'm not gonna lie. I'm a butcher.
-This isn't a food market, sir. -Of course not.
Exactly. Even better,
because I'm actually looking for a full animal
with the whole digestive system, the guts, and, if possible, thick fur.
The market doesn't have anything. Just carcasses.
We love animals. We don't eat them.
-I'm gonna ask you to leave, sir. -Wait. You don't understand.
It's for a prank.
-I understand, sir. You want to eat it. -No!
-It's for a joke. -I'm not laughing, sir.
-I'm gonna ask you to leave. Baptiste? -Wait.
-No, Baptiste. Don't bother. -Show this man out.
-If you don't have any dead animals, okay. -We don't.
-Okay. -Thank you. Bye.
The exit.
Bye.
Good day.
[indistinct chatter]
[Aure] I never asked that. Dad likes it.
Aure, should we open the tank in the barn?
No, it's for the new warehouse.
It's needs to go in the shed in the meantime.
Fuck. Come on, pull.
No, it's too heavy. Come here. Let's look for a trolley.
Did we get the compost?
What compost?
I asked for compost,
clay pellets, Rockwool cubes, and coir.
Perfect. All good. Everything's here.
But I'm not sure this is...
Isn't this tank a bit big for the new warehouse?
We're gonna make a ton though.
A ton?
A ton.
I have to stop buying sneakers and invest in real estate.
We could also give a little cash to our workers.
-Yeah. We could also do that. -[Joseph] Fuck! I knew it!
What's that?
-We're in deep shit. Fuck! I knew it. -What the hell?
We had it coming.
Why are you screaming?
-Look what I found on the doormat. -What is it?
-Nothing.
Joseph's yelling like a baby over a dead raven.
That's all?
What do you mean? Are you crazy?
There's a gutted raven on our doormat! No one's freaked out?
A raven, my friends. A raven.
-That's pretty symbolic! -What are you talking about?
What do you mean? Grandma, little Grégory.
That's... the raven.
It's a threat. For sure.
It's a threat, surely from a rival gang.
-[Aure] Jo, stop. There's no rival gang. -Shit!
-[Ludmila] What are you talking about? -Isn't that actually a crow?
-Sorry? -It's a crow.
-Are you sure, Olive? -Yeah, it looks like it.
-Okay, that's worse. -[Ali] What?
-Why? -We're in trouble. We're all gonna die.
What do you mean, Dad?
Corneille, the singer.
"Live each day like it's the last."
Yeah. [humming]
Yes, exactly. There's no doubt.
-It's not a coincidence. It's a threat. -Wait. Son, calm down. You're losing it.
It's not even a horse's head.
I don't think you realize what it takes to cut off a horse's head.
It's really hard. Believe me.
Okay, so a crow is pretty good. I'm telling you.
-Wait, it's probably ketchup. -[Joseph] Ali, what are you doing?
[all groaning]
Fuck, it's blood.
-Obviously it's blood! -Okay! Cut it out now.
A big cat put that there. There. Let's go.
-[Aure] Back to it. We don't have time. -[shouts] Hey!
Are you crazy or what?
I'm telling you there's a rival gang who sent us a crystal clear sign,
and you don't give a shit?
[indistinct mumbling]
Hey!
GARE DE L'EST ARMORY
So?
-Here's the beauty you wanted last time. -Wow.
Wow, it's awesome.
[man] A real poacher rifle.
How much is it?
-It's 12,000. -Okay, I'll take it.
-Think it over, bro. -I brought 10,000 here and 2,000--
12,000 on a rifle? You're crazy.
[Olivier] You're the crazy one. It's awesome. It's vintage.
Sorry? It looks like junk. Are you serious?
I don't know how much you spent on your shitty car.
You can't spend 12,000 on a hick rifle.
Sorry?
What did you say? Did you say "hick rifle"?
You really have no taste, you commoner.
Tell her to calm down. She's breaking my balls.
Okay. One second.
Honey, please. We said only good vibes today.
Hick rifle. Loser.
-Excuse me? -I said, "Asshole."
Sure.
-Thibault, come see me. -[Joseph sighs]
-What's wrong with you? -I want to talk to you about the crow.
-What? -I think it's a threat.
[sighs]
Do you think a hunter killed it?
Obviously not. There was no gunshot wound. No bullet. Nothing.
I agree, Olive.
That's why I say someone probably got a crow and put it there.
No. It's just a bird. It slammed into a window.
It fell and raccoons got to it.
They started eating it and gutted it.
Raccoons, bro?
What is this, a Pixar movie? Raccoons don't exist.
We're in the countryside.
These days, birds are the clear sign of a rival gang.
That's how it is now.
Horses are over. It's birds now.
-Okay. Thibault? -Yes?
-[Olivier] We're done. -[Joseph] Get your rifle.
The case is a gift.
For 20 euros a case, thankfully he threw that in.
[closes zipper]
-[Thibault] Enjoy. -Thanks, buddy.
Okay.
Here.
Give me the dough.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
As usual.
You go first so we don't arrive together.
-You want to kill me? -Go.
Hmm.
Mmm.
Ah...
Oh, wow.
[indistinct chatter]
-[man] Good evening, everyone. -[woman] Good evening.
Sorry, I'm a little late.
[man sighs]
Unfortunately, tonight
I'm gonna start with some bad news.
We just found out that Claude slipped on the stairs in his building.
He's seriously hurt.
[all lamenting]
It seems drugs were to blame for his slip.
A slipup.
[chuckling]
A slipup. [laughing]
I'm sorry, Catherine, but now you don't have a mentor.
Uh... You're gonna have to choose a new one.
Um...
Well, I'd like to pick Gérard.
-He really moved me last time. -[Gérard groans]
Gérard, are you okay with that?
Uh... Is it okay?
No, it's not because I...
[stammers, sighs]
I'm not ready for that.
No. Well...
I'm still struggling with myself. It's complicated. It's...
[tuts]
So no.
Catherine, someone else maybe?
No...
-I have to think about it. -That's how I feel.
I didn't think Gérard would say no. It's a little surprising.
[crying] Excuse me.
I'm sorry!
[indistinct chatter]
[Gérard] No, Catherine. Wait.
I don't want you to cry.
Don't cry, please.
I'm not gonna leave you all alone. Okay, I accept.
Oh! Thank you.
-There. -Thank you.
I brought you here because we're growing
and we're gonna earn a lot of money.
And since we composed and produced the worst album of Enrico's career,
which is sold all over France,
well, we're gonna use that big flop to launder our income.
[Gérard] Hmm.
Let's go.
[funky music playing]
ENRICO MACIAS SUNS OF CONSTANTINE
Ali!
There it is.
[Aure] Every time someone buys an album,
Enrico gets his 15% in royalties,
but almost all the rest of the money goes to us.
Over there.
ENRICO MACIAS NEW - SUNS OF CONSTANTINE
[Aure] By buying each album with cash, we get the money back as income.
This cash becomes perfectly clean money.
We gotta buy a lot of albums to launder a lot of money.
That gives us hours of listening!
[Aure] But, obviously, three people won't cut it.
Hey, guys. Hi. How's it going?
[Aure] We have to recruit a lot of people to buy the album all across France.
-It would've been better to resell them. -[Ali] Yeah.
Apparently, that's too risky. Aure?
Yeah. No one can know.
Not even the CD factory. We can't leave a trace.
Maybe, but it breaks my heart. These are Enrico's albums.
Damn, it's sinful.
I know, Dad.
[cell phone ringing]
Shit.
Yeah, hello?
Yeah, I know, but...
No, I don't think I'll make it for dinner, honey.
Here, Ali. There, on the side.
No, I didn't forget.
At the last minute, my dad sent me on a delivery outside the city.
-There? -[Gérard] Yeah.
Honey, he didn't give a shit. What do you want me to say?
Aure! Come help us. Can't you see we're struggling in the mud?
Yeah! Huh?
-Come on, Ali. -[Ali sighs]
No, he didn't say dyke!
No, I'm not defending him, Élodie. He didn't say dyke.
[Gérard] There. It hurts...
My shoulder. I can't move it.
Okay, I admit it. He called us big fat dykes.
There. He's an asshole. I told you.
Okay, I'll call you back. Kisses.
[Ali grunts]
Damn. This is gonna take a while.
[woman] Thanks for coming.
It's really nice to see you.
Well, that's normal.
-I'm fulfilling my role as a mentor. -[she chuckles]
I've been thinking about what you said the other day
about having good supporters and a united family.
I think I really need you right now.
[Gérard clears throat] Oh!
You listen to that?
-[chuckles] Yeah. -Wow.
I know I'm a little outdated, but I'm a big Enrico fan.
Did you know you have Enrico's biggest fan in front of you?
-No. -[Gérard] Okay, if you say so.
I can even say...
he's a friend. Yeah.
-That's incredible! -A good friend.
So much so that my son composed his last album.
-You're kidding. -Not at all, Catherine.
Well, I must admit I'm not a huge fan of the last album.
Yeah, I know.
It's not the great Enrico.
-No. -No.
♪ And they call me the Easterner ♪
♪ Brunette with the fatal gaze ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪ And they call me the Easterner ♪
♪ Since I'm sentimental ♪ [chuckles]
[laughing] Ay, ay, ay, ay.
[sighs]
Listen, Catherine.
I like you a lot. Really.
[hesitating] I think you're...
I think you're very beautiful.
But...
I don't feel ready for a...
a new relationship.
Sometimes it's best not to overthink.
You have to take things as they come
and allow yourself to let go.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
[muffled groans]
[menacing music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[mumbling to himself]
[lighter clicks]
Fuck. That burns fast. Fuck.
[panting]
Sorry, van.
No! Fuck!
[panicking] No! No, no!
Fuck, no! [blows]
What is that idiot doing?
[blowing]
Fucking shit!
Argh!
-[Joseph] Damn it! -[Clémentine] Fuck!
[fire extinguisher blowing]
-Fuck, you were right, bro. -[Joseph] Oh, thanks.
Thank you, Olive. One of you get it.
I told you it was a rival gang. They want us to quit this business.
I'm not talking about that.
The check engine light. You warned me. I should've gone to the mechanic.
[Gérard] That'll teach you to buy all your junk on CraigsList.
Thankfully no one was inside.
-Obviously. Okay. -Hold on. Guys, this is arson!
Eh? Cars don't just burst into flames like that.
There must be some kind of evidence inside.
Like glass shards from a Molotov cocktail.
That's what they use.
[Gérard] If they wanted to send a message, they would've burned the van.
That's more of an impact.
Maybe they tried to, but things don't always go as planned.
-This is still a message! -[Olivier] Forget it. It's my fault.
Next time, I'll get a warranty instead of being cheap.
[Gérard] Okay. I'm going back to bed. -[Aure] Me too.
My ride. There was one in France. Fuck! One!
Hold on, guys. You can't be serious?
How many messages do you need to get it?
[Olivier] All right.
What's up, Clem?
Nothing.
[quietly] She's crazy.
[quietly] Fuck. No way. Where's the Molotov cocktail I threw?
That's not possible.
[sighs] Fuck, it's a mess.
[gasps] Fuck! Clem, what are you doing?
It's like a horror film. Go back inside.
[quietly] She's lost it.
-I have to tell you something. -Now's really not the time.
I didn't even insure the car.
Joseph set it on fire.
What do you mean?
He burned your car. I saw him.
You have to stop. I've had it with you always going at him.
And he cut my pinkie?
I don't give a shit. I saw him!
You didn't see anything. It's dark outside.
Sorry to say, but you're wrong. No big deal.
Think about it for a second.
Why would Jo burn my car?
-I don't know. -There. You don't know, fuck!
Jo's my brother. He'd never do something like that.
You don't believe me?
Sorry, but I don't.
Great. Awesome.
Fuck. Come on.
Damn it. Fucking shit!
Fuck.
[door slams shut]
[metal clangs]
So, you piece of shit, I saw you torch his car.
I'm over here.
So, you piece of shit, I saw you torch his car.
-'Cause you didn't like the paint job? -What are you saying?
I don't know what you're up to, but I'll bring you down.
You are crazy.
You're crazy.
I had nothing to do with that. Are you insane?
-I already told Olivier. -What do you mean? What did you say?
-You see? It was you. -It wasn't. What did he say?
Nothing. That idiot didn't believe me.
He loves you too much.
-Why did you burn his car? -I didn't.
-Joseph, why did you burn his car? -I didn't, Clem.
You burned it. Why?
I wanted to burn the van!
Okay? Olivier's car was an accident.
-Why did you want to burn the van? -Fuck. This can't be happening.
[inhales, exhales slowly]
I wanted to scare you guys.
Why would you want to scare us?
I made a deal with Jaurès.
In 48 hours, we all have to agree to quit the business.
Otherwise, I'm dead.
-Shit. -[Joseph] Yeah.
-You're a total idiot. -No, I'm not.
I'm protecting my family.
You should be happy too.
Why?
'Cause if we all leave the business, you'll have Olivier all to yourself.
Okay? Isn't that what you wanted?
All right. So let me do this.
-Okay. -Okay.
Deal.
-[Clémentine] I won't say anything. -Thanks.
But I want in.
In on what?
The stuff you're doing to scare them.
No, Clem.
What I'm doing is too complicated. It requires expertise.
-Okay. -[Joseph] Got it?
Yeah, I get it. But I want in.
Clem, I just said no.
Okay, I get it.
-Awesome. -Great.
-I'm in. -Clem, no.
-Joseph. -Clem.
-[Clémentine] Or else I'll tell everyone. -That's... a yes.
But I'm the boss and I make the decisions.
-Is that clear? -[Clémentine] It's clear.
Okay, good.
-Your place, tomorrow, 9:30. -[Joseph] No.
You don't understand. I'm the boss. Not my place, 9:30. My place, 9:45, okay?
That works.
-Don't be late. -No, you don't be late!
And call me boss from now on.
I'll call you Jo-chief.
Not bad.
-See you tomorrow, Joseph. -We said Jo... Okay, go.
Clem, make sure no one's coming.
Fuck. Damn it.
All right. That's good. I'm done.
Yeah. Not bad, huh?
"Don't worry, Béné. Your family will soon..."
"Join you."
I didn't have space.
That's kind of lame.
No, that's good enough to freak them out.
No, it's missing something.
-Hold on. Don't go crazy. -Yeah.
Now. [whistles]
-There. -No! You're insane! What's wrong with you?
-You idiot! What did you do? -Well...
Not on my mother's grave.
Fuck! What an idiot.
-What are you doing? -Hold on.
-You're fucking it up. -Shh!
Let me do this. Fuck.
What is that?
[exhales slowly]
It's a little house.
That's shit. No one's gonna freak out.
Yes, they will because the house...
I don't know...
I added a little gas chamber on the second floor.
That's why there's smoke.
That's a gas chamber?
Yes, obviously. I can tell you it's burning up.
In that case, okay. Well played.
-Well played, who? -Well played, Jo-chief.
There. Okay, let's go.
My father will be here soon.
[Aure] Mom's grave is beautiful.
-Dad, you nailed it. -[Gérard] She deserves it.
MESSAGES CATHERINE - THINKING OF YOU
Who's that? Your chick?
What are you talking about?
-There's no chick. It's the GPS. -Oh, yeah? The GPS is named Catherine?
-[Gérard grumbles] -You can drop the act with us.
I'm sure my daughter would be really happy you met someone.
Why are you talking about Béné?
Huh? It's just a psycho from rehab. She won't leave me alone.
[Aure chuckles]
[whistle blows]
Oh, shit. [sighs]
[Aure tuts]
[turn signal clicking]
What luck. I think that's your ex.
[Aure] Oh, yeah.
[woman] Let me do this.
Élodie, how are you?
-Hi, Ludmila. -Hi.
-How are you, Aure? -[Aure] Fine. Is something wrong?
You know texting and driving is illegal?
Yes, well, I wasn't really on my phone.
Oh, so that means I'm lying?
No! Not at all. That's not what I said.
It's just no one's ever on this road, and we're 200 meters from home.
Yeah, but you're on the road, so I'm gonna give you a ticket.
No, Élo...
[clicks tongue]
-Always the same with you people. -With us? Us who?
You know very well what I mean.
-Yeah, I understand. -Yeah.
[quietly] Élo.
-What are you doing? -My job.
And that homophobic prick deserves it.
Ah...
Well played.
-Exit the vehicle, please. -[Aure sighs]
Clem, act natural.
-I think I'm gonna really lay it on. -No, don't...
-Yes, I-- -Fuck. Goddamn it!
What is it? A problem at the cemetery?
The cemetery? What?
He's furious because Élodie just took away his license.
-What? Élodie, your ex? -Yeah.
Yeah, she had it out for me. That stupid cop.
-It's not even my fault you dumped her. -Well, kind of, actually.
This idiot tested positive for cannabis.
-Huh? -What?
[Ludmila] Don't look so surprised. I always knew he hadn't quit.
Have you seen those big camel eyes?
[sighs]
Yeah, that's not helping you, Dad.
Okay. If I can't, I can't. What do you want me to say?
Come on, Grandma.
-And the cemetery? -What about the cemetery?
I went like I do every Thursday.
There. Nothing new.
Good.
[sighs] Fuck, that didn't work.
Yeah.
I told you not to use poster paint! It's not water resistant.
I didn't know it would rain, Clem. Okay?
I'm not gonna graffiti my mother's grave with something permanent. I'm not insane.
Joseph, it's just stone.
Jo-chief.
[Clémentine] No big deal. I have a genius idea.
[Joseph] My babies. He has his little hat on.
Look at the little one. That's Ibrahim in her arms.
She's feeding him.
-I made this for the baby book. -Huh?
"Hi, Joseph. I hope you're okay. We're gonna burn your kids."
What is wrong with you?
Are you insane? Let me remind you these are my kids.
Joseph, it's fake.
We have to go all out. You fucked it all up with the paint.
[Joseph sighs]
-[Clémentine] Who's that hottie? -What?
[Clémentine] Hey, hello, you!
-Hmm? -He's handsome.
[Clémentine] Holy cow!
Ooh! The hunk of meat in those pants.
-The butcher's finest. -What do you mean?
Let's see. What is it?
Hold on. Who's that asshole?
Let's see that beefsteak.
Shit, you're right. The steak is even garnished.
It's bulging everywhere.
It must be marinating in there. It must really stink.
Asshole. Look!
-It bothers him so much he had to adjust. -Obviously it bothers him.
My girl always said she didn't care about size.
The kind of thing she typically doesn't notice.
Fuck! She saw it. Hey!
Hey, man! Be quiet, you idiot.
In any case, after having triplets, she's not ready to get back in the game.
What does that mean?
She must be loose. Really loose.
-[Joseph stammers] -Dilated.
-Okay. I got the picture. -Well...
But with a steak like that, it could work.
Okay. Enough? Are we gonna talk about steak all morning?
-Did you get your photos? Can we go? -One last one.
-I'm leaving. -There you go.
-[Joseph] Steak. -[shutter clicking]
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ Family ♪
♪ Business ♪
Joseph, I fucked your wife with my big steak.
Stop! Don't touch that. Fuck!
Clem, you idiot. Stop being stupid. That costs a ton.
Why are we here?
We're here to meet a makeup artist.
Fuck, Clem.
We're meeting a movie makeup artist who specializes in stuff like this.
-He does all the special effects. -We're gonna make a movie.
No, we aren't.
Well, you'll see.
Take that.
-[woman] He's done. -Yeah.
-Come with me. -[Joseph] Great. We're coming.
You know, I do aging effects, like for Édith Piaf.
La Vie en Rose?
-No, the docudrama in Belgium. -Ah.
For a major assault, I need two, two and a half hours.
I have to puff up the face, make different bruises.
-Great. -Some gashes with dried blood.
For a movie, I charge 5,000 euros before tax.
-Great. -What! Really?
That's too much for a shitty idea.
Clem, I really need them to believe I was beat up.
It has to look real.
That's stupid. They'll realize while taking care of you.
Clem, stop being crazy.
-Okay. -[man] All good?
[grunting]
What's wrong with you?
Are you insane?
Fuck! Why did you punch me like that, you asshole? Fuck!
There's not even a bruise.
[groaning] Ouch!
[screaming]
What the fuck?
Will you stop hitting me? I can't believe this.
That's not bad.
Oh, that's not bad.
-Ah, it hurts, but it's not bad. -[Clémentine] Yeah.
Why bother with this virgin? I'll fuck you up for free.
-[Joseph] Fuck. -Can I have my foot? It's fragile.
-Careful, it's fragile. -Yeah.
-Careful. -There.
Okay, Clem. Quick recap.
I'm gonna go in in a panic.
You wait five minutes
and throw the brick through the living room window.
Okay?
Where's the living room window?
-It's there. -Yeah, okay.
-Through there. -Okay.
-Five minutes. Living room. Throw it. -Okay.
-This has to work, Clem. Okay? -Yes.
-The botanist is coming tomorrow. -Okay.
-Can I trust you? -Yes.
Here.
-Wish me luck. I'm going. -Thanks.
-No, wish me good luck. -What?
[sighs] Fuck. Okay.
Brick. Window.
-Five minutes. -Five minutes.
[Joseph breathes deeply]
Showtime. Ow! Ow! Fuck!
[Joseph shouting]
[panting]
I was attacked by five guys in masks.
Fuck.
[panting]
[crying]
[sobbing] Fuck. They came out of nowhere.
They grabbed me, threw me down, and started to beat me.
They said stuff. I didn't understand a thing.
They were there saying, "Fuck the Hazans.
Quit the business. This is your last warning.
We sent the crow, and you didn't get it, even though it was very clear!"
They said, "The burnt car. What do you want next?
We fuck the old woman?"
I said, "What? You're crazy! Don't touch Grandma."
And then they said, "We're a rival gang. We hurt who we want.
When are you gonna understand that we're a rival gang?"
[woman] What are you doing, Joseph?
Huh?
[in English] What's up?
No. Uh... [sniffs]
I was just attacked by five guys--
Save your breath. Jaurès told us everything.
[breathing heavily]
What do you mean?
Your deal.
To get us out of the business.
[sighs]
Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?
I decided to do a quick checkup to prepare for Vadim's arrival tomorrow.
I think it was a good idea.
Okay, I can explain everything.
I think we get it.
No, I did this to protect you.
We don't need you to protect us. We're fine.
[Gérard scoffs]
The crow was you.
Of course it was him.
You're an idiot, Joseph.
Grandma, I swear.
You're a disgrace!
-I swear-- -Stop swearing. You're insane.
-Now you're pretending-- -Stop!
[in Dutch] Did you all go crazy?
I thought the Hazans were the perfect family.
I was clearly mistaken.
-Jaurès, I can explain-- -Shut up, Joseph!
[Gérard stammering] Jaurès, I'm gonna explain everything.
I am the Pastraweed boss.
My son had a selfish plan.
I don't give a shit, Gérard.
Okay?
You're gonna honor his deal
and give me the recipe for Pastraweed.
Why are you looking at me like that? I won't give you anything.
As you wish.
[in Russian] Mirko, hurry.
[cocks gun]
-No! -Whoa!
-[all shouting] -Okay!
[Ludmila] I'll help. I'll give it to you.
Thanks, Grandma. [exhales deeply]
Perfect.
You'll discuss all this with my botanist tomorrow.
And if the recipe doesn't work...
I'll kill you.
Mirko,
equip this family of losers with the electronic bracelets, please.
[Mirko] Your foot.
You can go to the store, the water park, or to see prostitutes.
[in English] I don't give a flying fuck.
But if you try to make a getaway,
I will find you
and I will kill you.
The phone, Joseph.
[menacing music playing quietly]
Lulu, from now on, you're my contact and no one else.
If I call you and you don't answer...
I'll kill you.
[in English] Okey dokey?
[Jaurès clears throat]
Shabbat shalom, as you say.
Come on, Mirko.
-[door slams shut] -[Joseph sighs]
[hip-hop music starts playing]
[grumbling]
[Aure] Fuck.
[two doors slam shut]
Argh!
Fuck! Forget the brick. It's over. They're gone.
-Huh? -They left.
-Oh. -What happened?
Nothing. My sweater got caught in some brambles.
[sighs] I'm pissed.
Fuck. Seven hundred euros wasted.
Oh...
[inhales deeply]
[Aure] Grandma?
Grandma, where are you?
Grandma?
What are you doing? I've been looking everywhere for you.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
It's...
just a lot of pressure suddenly.
Yeah, of course. I understand.
You're all pale.
You want to sit down? I'll get you a glass of water.
I'll be back.
What Joseph did isn't okay.
[sighs]
[groans]
[emotional hip-hop music playing]
Subtitle translation by Jonathan Hemming