Okay.
Okay, but I'm taking the top part of the suit.
No. You're not taking the top, bro.
We flip for it if it comes down to that.
Honestly, isn't this a shitty idea?
We threw those bags in a year ago.
If we find out the weed got wet, it's no good.
Do you have a better idea to get Pastraweed, Miss Know-it-all?
No.
Because Jaurès isn't gonna leave without testing our shitty weed.
Come on. Let's move.
Of course, let's go.
Worst case, we do rock, paper, scissors. That way, there's no debate.
I need to shit again.
Here. You put on the top. And you get the bottom.
Stop it, Aure.
Yeah, stop it. He's right.
I'm naked from the waist down.
Stop.
I'm sick of this. Stop laughing.
My balls are out.
I'm ready.
You're well equipped.
-Look. It doesn't fit. It's too small. -Joseph, stop your hissy fit.
-Hold on, Olive. I'm falling. -Give me your jacket.
Let me put the boot on.
The boot!
No, you can't be serious. Look at this suit!
-Stop. -We have to go.
I swear, it's too cold out.
Watch out.
It's straight ahead.
It's fucking freezing.
-It's freezing! -It's freezing!
-What a disaster! -It's frozen, Jo.
-And I gotta shit. -Jo, don't shit in my suit.
I hope they come back with the bags. Stop laughing.
One... two, three.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
-You smell that? It's no good. -It's wet.
All these bags are full of water. This weed's worthless.
-Try here. -This one's not too bad.
Come on. Give me a hot toddy. I'm so cold.
-It's Pepto-Bismol. -No big deal. I shit so much.
-This looks good. You see? -Damn, it's dry.
It looks dry.
-Go on. -Give it.
-Test it. -I'm gonna test it. Hold on.
Come on.
It's gotta be 19/33, or it's worthless.
We know. Go on.
DARLING
Okay.
Nineteen.
-Nineteen thirty-three! Damn! -You scared me!
All right! Fuck, yes!
Thank you, my Béné.
Okay. Now what?
How do we ensure Jaurès grabs the right weed?
Simple. We just have to get
this good Pastraweed at the bottom.
Why the bottom? That's idiotic.
Why would she take it from the bottom?
That's what she does every time.
She goes to the bottom, and that's what she tests.
Every time. Ask Olive.
True or false?
This is Pepto-Bismol.
I don't know, brother.
-What? You never watch? -No.
Jo, you have to be sure. We can't mess this up.
No, I swear. This is not the type of thing I get wrong.
This is clearly the kind of thing I get wrong,
but I'm begging you. Trust me. Otherwise, we're dead.
Okay, we'll do that. I need to put on the mask.
Really dim the lights in the barn.
-She can't recognize me. -Yeah.
Fuck.
Everything went well?
Yes.
Very happy.
-Great. -Okay.
We're gonna do a little test to see what you've prepared with Vadim.
Damn it.
She doesn't usually do that. Normally, she goes to the bottom.
I told you.
There.
I told you.
Which means?
Bravo, Hazans.
Bravo!
Very good. Thank you very much, Vadim.
You can start loading all this up, Vadim.
I'm happy.
But I'm still very sad to leave you.
But that was the deal, and you kept your word.
And now I have the Pastraweed recipe.
Yeah, and we're all really proud that it's in your hands.
And we'd also like to thank you for accepting our proposition.
And well done, Vadim.
He was exceptional.
Super nice, always on time, smiling.
He did a great job. Bravo.
He deserves applause.
Bravo.
Thank you. I'll pass on the compliments.
Before letting you go,
I did prepare one last little gift for you.
-That's adorable. You shouldn't have. -I love chocolate.
No, Jaurès! What are you doing?
I can't let you leave like this.
How do I know you're not gonna make Pastraweed for someone else?
Ms. Jaurès, I promise. We'll never make Pastraweed again.
I swear on my Béné's grave.
I believe you, Gérard, but I can't take that risk.
No! Jaurès!
That's not Ludmila. It's my sister, Aure.
That's my sister. You don't have the right recipe.
Look. Tell her, please.
Tell her.
-Wait! This is Aure. I promise. -That's my daughter.
-Jaurès! -Nice try, Joseph.
Fuck, she blew her head off.
I see her brain.
No, it wasn't us! It was her. She shot herself in the head.
Yeah, sure.
You take me for an idiot?
Grandma?
We're not gonna let some wackos fuck with us.
Grandma.
-Is he dead? -I don't know. I think so.
-What do we do? -I think someone's here.
What?
Fuck! Your cop came to annoy us again.
Shit!
I can't go out like this in broad daylight.
-What do we do? -Fuck.
No! Hold on, Grandma!
Hold on! We gotta hide the bodies. Now.
My Béné.
You can't stay here. I just shot the friend of--
I'm not stupid. What did you do with Ludmila?
It's me.
You're insane.
Careful. What are you doing?
-This bitch pulled my hair. -No. I'm sorry.
Okay, Grandma. Go inside, please. I'll be right there.
Go on.
Sack of shit.
What the fuck's with this costume?
Oh, this.
We're preparing...
a show with Grandma...
for...
the Lorris Retirement Home.
-What a job. -Stop it, Aure.
-I swear. -No, I know what's going on in the barn.
I saw everything.
-Everything? What did you see? -Last night, I went in the barn.
Last night.
I saw the weed.
Yeah, the weed.
Shit, the weed.
You've been playing me for a year?
I understand why you wanted me to change jobs.
I'm sorry.
But...
I can't turn a blind eye.
I'm begging you.
Please. Don't tell.
That was the last time. We're done. Really, it's over. I swear.
No, I can't let this slide. I'm sorry.
One of you has to turn yourself in.
You can't ask us to choose who goes to prison. That's awful.
Don't you realize I'm doing you a favor?
I'm giving you 48 hours to turn someone in.
Otherwise, I'll come to get all of you.
Fucking shit.
I'm gonna take your bracelet off.
So, kiddo?
It's okay. It's handled, Dad.
What was Élodie here for now?
How many times is she gonna break our balls?
I told you to stop seeing her.
It's okay, Joseph.
We all told you to stop seeing her.
Okay. Calm down.
I will not, okay?
This is very serious!
I'll tell you. This idiot's seeing the cop again.
-What? -No, don't yell at her like that.
You're still seeing her?
-Yeah. Okay. I was. -No, you are.
-I was. -Stop!
-Shut up. -No, you shut up.
I'm gonna kill that collaborator cop.
Calm down, Ludmila. We already have two bodies on our hands.
Okay. Hold on.
Aure, fuck.
It's okay. I told you she didn't see or hear anything.
You're a real asshole.
Are you trying to blame me for this shit?
No, don't turn this around, please.
No, your sister's right.
We're in this mess because of you.
Change your tune or go smoke a joint in secret,
but don't give me that shit.
Don't talk to me like that, Joseph.
You never talk to me like that.
I quit smoking a month ago, you little shit.
-You got a fake medal to prove it? -Shut up!
Do not talk to me like that, period!
Okay! Stop! That's enough!
That's enough.
We've gone too far.
We have to go to the police and say it was self-defense.
Ali's right.
No, we have no proof that it was self-defense. Come on.
The police will send us right to jail.
You know what they do to guys like us there?
They fuck them.
-Okay, thank you. -Fuck.
I say we take the bodies and bury them in the forest
and then burn the vehicles.
I'm gonna take Grandma to the hospital.
She's a danger to herself and others.
We have to get the bodies in Vadim's van.
And get the shovels.
My back hurts.
Come on.
Come on. I'll take care of you.
Why are you laughing?
There's one person who must be laughing if she's looking down on us.
-Who? -Who else? Your mother.
Why?
Because...
She always said...
we should sell more than just lamb and beef.
I don't get why that's funny.
-It's just a reflex. -We're in deep shit.
Have you thought about Clémentine, for example?
What about Clém?
We dragged her into this. She's not cut out for this.
Yeah, she's fucking pure. She's flawless. She's an angel.
-An angel? -Yeah.
Clémentine is an angel?
She's far from an angel.
You wouldn't understand. You don't know her.
Beef and lamb.
Fuck it. I don't care. I'll tell you.
Your girlfriend... was in on it with me from the start.
What are you saying?
She was in on it from the start.
What do you mean?
All the stuff I did to scare you. She was in on it.
She drew the swastika on Mom's grave.
What swastika?
Right, you didn't see that because the rain washed it away.
Enough, Jo. Stop lying.
I'm not. Olive, I'm telling the truth.
She did that to keep you away from us.
And the only way was to get you to quit the business.
So she helped me.
-You swear on your mother's life? -I swear. I'm not lying.
If he swears on his mother...
-On her life. -You can believe him, Olive.
I'm telling you so you have the full picture
and so you don't call her an angel when she's not.
That's all.
Okay, I got it.
What the fuck?
What's wrong?
-Look. -What?
-What happened? -Where are the bodies?
Impossible. How did they fall out?
-Which idiot didn't close the doors right? -You!
-I'd remember if I didn't close the doors. -Gérard, you closed these doors.
Pain in the ass. Fucking idiots.
Well, you drive like a maniac.
-It's always my fault. -Well, yeah.
Well, let's go. I have no idea where they are.
Let's go. Hurry up.
-They should be around here. -Over there. Something's over there.
Fuck.
It's Jaurès.
-Where's the other one? -I don't know.
Hold on. There's something there. Look.
What?
Fuck! It's empty!
He wasn't dead. Fuck.
I don't understand. How? We saw him get shot.
Shit!
-There's blood there. -What?
There's blood.
He went that way.
We have to find him before he says we killed Jaurès.
-But we didn't kill Jaurès. -I know.
-But he doesn't know that. -Calm down.
With the shots he took, he won't say anything.
Worst case, he'll just die like a boar between two shrubs.
That's all that'll happen.
He's right. He won't get far.
If we find him, then what? Finish him with a knife?
Okay.
You're right. Okay. You're right.
Okay, well, I'll get the empty bag.
And you get Jaurès' body and put it in the van. Let's go.
-Come on, bro. -I have trouble lifting.
Grandma, remember what we said in the car? No jokes, okay?
-Promise. -Yes.
-Okay. -Hello.
Hi, Doctor.
-How are you, Mrs. Rosenberg? -Fine.
I blew up the hive with my rifle.
In the barn full of weed where the giraffe lady was already dead.
Okay.
You were right to bring her in.
I'm really worried about her.
Don't worry.
After a few weeks of intense therapy, she should be much better.
Okay.
-Yes. -Okay.
I'll be back later to introduce you to the speech therapist.
I'd rather meet your dick.
-See you later. -See you later, Doctor.
Holy shit. Seriously?
Fucking shit.
-He's always on our ass. -What a leech.
-Doing okay? -Hi, Gaëtan.
Can't stay. The area's blocked off. There's an armed guy loose.
Really? Who?
We can't say.
To avoid any risk of danger, we'll escort you back home. It's safer.
That's nice of you, Gaëtan, but we're just going to La Varenne.
Sorry, another time.
No, it's just a quick errand.
We're not taking any risks. Go ahead. I'll follow you. That's safer.
Fuck. Pain in the ass.
Oh shit. They got busted.
All right, I'll say it again for everyone.
The area is locked down until further notice.
Okay.
So don't go out under any circumstances. I'll let you know when this is over.
-Great. Thanks, Gaëtan. -Thanks, Gaëtan.
-What's with that cop? -Nothing.
Put the body in the barn.
What? The body?
Ask Jo. He'll explain. Where's Clémentine?
I think she's inside.
-Jo, what do you mean, body? -Bro, don't ask.
There's a body. Help me get it in the barn.
Come on.
There you are.
-You okay, honey? -No, I'm not.
-Are you kidding? -What?
You drew a swastika on Béné's grave?
-You gave me no choice. -I asked you to do that?
I told you Joseph burned your car and did stuff behind your back.
You didn't believe me, so I had to join him.
Why? Who cares? Was it to have me all to yourself?
To get you away from them. Honey, they're a bad influence.
But the Hazans are family. They've always been there for me.
Yeah, to drag you into their mess.
And you follow like sheep.
Let me say something.
I'd rather be the Hazans' sheep than Clémentine's dog.
You don't mean that. I'm your family.
We're... your family.
Hold on. What's this? You're pregnant?
You know what I mean.
Stop with the riddles. Are you or not?
No, I'm not! I'm a woman, so I must be pregnant?
No! Why would you say that?
Because I love you.
You're gonna leave me and if I say I'm pregnant, you'll stay.
Okay, stop!
That's it.
You and me are over. This isn't working.
So get your things, your nylon coat, your imaginary baby, and go. Okay?
Leave me alone now.
We can dump her in the yard.
No, out of the question. We can't bury her here.
Well, we can't leave. There are cops everywhere.
Gérard's right. We can't bury Jaurès here.
Her ghost will be here.
It's not about her ghost, Ali.
If the police go looking for Jaurès, I don't want them to find her here.
Oh yeah. The police and ghosts... That's too much.
What is it?
No.
Dad, I know what you're thinking. And I'll tell you now, no way.
-Fuck, that bitch was heavy. -Damn it.
Are you sure this'll work?
Of course. Don't worry. The guy has 120 hunting dogs.
They'll eat it in 30 seconds. No more Jaurès.
Great. Is it far?
No, don't worry. It's fine.
Shit.
-Fuck, it's Gaëtan. -What a pain.
Stay calm. Okay?
I know. I got it.
Stay calm. Act natural.
-Hi, Gaëtan. -All good.
The road is open. You can go out.
Really? Great.
Did you catch the...
Yeah, don't worry. We did our job. My colleagues got him in the forest.
He's a tenacious bugger.
Yeah, sure.
Did he...
Did he say anything? Do you know what he was up to?
Nothing.
He's not ready to talk with all the shots we fired at his ass.
Yeah.
His ass, huh?
Nice.
Is he dead?
He might as well be.
-I doubt he'll make it through the night. -Great. Awesome.
Well, there you go. It happens.
Too bad for him.
Well, good job, guys.
-Well done. -Good job.
-So, what are you schlepping around today? -Oh, nothing.
Yeah, merguez.
-Oh yeah. Merguez. -Merguez is great.
-I could cook them tonight for the family. -No. You can't do that.
Those are... Those are expired.
They're spoiled.
We didn't keep them cold.
We don't take any risks.
-They're going straight to the dumpster. -Don't waste.
-We must. -I'll cook them well. I like them burnt.
No, they're saying it's complicated.
It's complicated.
-Forget it. -You gotta stop.
What's going on? Are you hiding something?
-No. -No, not at all. What are we hiding?
We're not friends anymore?
Wait. If you insist, I'll give you some. I don't want to upset you.
Thank you, Gérard.
Here.
My pleasure.
This is great.
-Bye. -Bye, Gaëtan.
Bye, guys.
Fuck.
I warned you.
Olivier was bad company.
He's the kind of guy that drags you down.
You deserve better.
I shouldn't have turned my back on you. I never should've chosen Olivier.
And in the end, he couldn't get it up.
It just slid around the edges of my pussy.
Take it easy, sweetie.
-Some things are better left unsaid. -Yeah, sorry.
And all that is behind you.
Now I'm here. Don't worry.
-I'm gonna take care of you. -Thanks.
Once, I put my finger up his ass, and he didn't like it.
I'm gonna make some tea.
It wasn't even my thumb.
I love doughnut holes.
Okay, I gotta go.
Enrico's pestering me.
Enrico has a rehearsal.
Oh yeah.
-Later. -Later.
Is it good, Grandma?
You know... I can't stay either.
Tonight?
Tonight and...
afterwards as well.
Dad and Jo and the others will come to see you. You won't be alone.
I don't understand.
Yeah.
I have something to do for the family.
But will you be gone long?
Yeah. Maybe five, ten years.
I hope in five, ten years I'll be settled down.
With a husband...
kids...
in a little house... in peace.
Grandma...
I love you.
You know that, right?
-You know I love you? -Yes.
The merguez is good, isn't it?
You know, when I was young, I had a lot of sausage.
Yeah, I know. You mentioned.
Come help me. There's still a lot of weed to burn.
You see, son...
life just taught us another lesson.
When a family sticks together, like we do,
they're untouchable.
Nothing can happen to us.
Police!
What? The police?
For us?
On the ground!
-What? -I said, "On the ground!"
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