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[soft African chant]
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[eerie music]
[gasps]
[woman] Allahu Akbar.
[speaking Arabic]
Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah Rabbil Alamin.
[breathing heavily]
[heart monitor beeping]
[eerie atmosphere]
[beeps of truck backing up]
Hey, how're you? Doing well?
I'm good, thanks.
[muffled background noise]
[quiet synth notes]
[loud synth note, drums]
[groovy music]
-[music continues] -Follow me.
-Welcome. -Appreciate it.
[male singer] ♪ The sun will shine ♪
♪ Your tears will be dried ♪
♪ Down, we'll rise ♪
♪ Don't lose your mind ♪
[choir vocalizing]
[panting]
[song continues]
-[inaudible] Are you okay, Noumouké? -I'm fine. How are you?
What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?
Nah, I just fell…
What do you mean, "I just fell"?
♪ Bars of steel ♪
♪ Cold dreams ♪
♪ I know how you feel ♪
♪ But dry your tears ♪
[men screaming]
[panting]
[music crescendoes]
[dramatic final note]
STREET FLOW 2
[upbeat music]
2 YEARS LATER
[school bell ringing]
[upbeat French rap song]
[overlapping chatter]
[teacher] Come on, come on, come on!
Come on, hurry up, guys.
I've been asking you to do it for five minutes!
Hey, at the back!
-[knock on door] -Come in.
Whoa! This dude is always late, ma'am!
[indistinct chatter]
-[teacher] 8:40 a.m.? -Public transportation, ma'am.
Do you have your own public transport?
Because you're the only one here who's late.
-Do you know what "public" means? -What it means?
-Transportation for the distressed? -[laughter]
-[boy] He's right! -No.
Means for all of us. Open to every user.
Get your things out.
"The street about me roared with a deafening sound."
-[boy] So, put on your AirPods. -[laughter]
-"And there, in the middle of the crowd…" -A broad.
Yes, a woman. Tall, slender, sadly beautiful…
Sadly hot, you mean.
[all exclaim]
Hey! Okay, okay! That's enough.
Baudelaire is what we call a symbolist poet.
Can't you see we don't care about Baudelaire?
I mean, can't you tell us about stuff from, like, our century?
-Like who? -I dunno, Niro?
-[boy] Ninho, miss! -Or Kalash Criminel!
-[boy] Bang, bang, bang, bang! -[laughter]
Okay, listen, we can think about it,
but today, we're reading "To a Passer-By" by Baudelaire.
This great poem speaks of love.
And that's a universal subject. Has it never happened to you?
You're waiting for your commuter train, you see someone and suddenly, you wonder,
"Perhaps we could have had an incredible love story."
That never happens to me. If I see a chick I like, I get her Snap.
[boy] You get it, man!
-Okay, whatever. -[boy] That's what I'm talking about.
Shut up. Whose Snap are you gonna get with that face?
-[murmurs] -He's jealous because he's ugly.
-[laughter] -Not one chick gives him her Snap.
-You don't know anything, asshole. -Just chill out.
-Language, Anis! -What do you mean?
He's disturbing the class, and now it's my fault?
See, ma'am, you can't argue. Aviators are like that.
They talk a lot, but when it gets heated, they escape.
-Escape from what? -You run off like a bitch.
Guys, that's enough!
[commotion]
Fuck you!
[uproar]
[Anis] This isn't your turf, asshole! You're putting on a show!
-Let's go outside! -Calm down! Noumouké!
It's okay, he's just pretending to be tough.
You've got some nerve! You show up late, and you act out!
Keep your head down, okay? Calm yourself, okay?
Go to the principal's office, both of you.
-[woman] Mr. Delors? -Yes.
Mr. Mercier is ready to see you. Please follow me.
[Delors] Yes.
-[woman] Mr. Mercier? -Yes?
-[-woman] Mr. Delors is here. -[Mercier] Hi.
Mr. Mercier, this is Mr. Traoré. He's my sales manager.
-[Mercier] Morning, Mr. Traoré. -Good morning.
Look, Mr. Delors, your company has years of service in construction.
And we have looked at your balance sheet,
which was quite impressive for 2019.
Yes. We've had the insulation center for almost two years.
An initiative of our sales manager, Mr. Traoré.
Hang on...
Franck is the boss. His wish is my command.
Uh-huh. And he's not full of himself, either?
No.
[Mercier] Let's get to the point. How many gigs do you produce a month?
-What, 150? 200? -200 gigs.
-We'll need one terabyte by next month. -That's 1,000 gigs. That's a lot.
We can do it.
The ones who came before said that too.
But they didn't convince you.
Or we wouldn't be here.
Do you know what that means?
You'll require five times as many clients, salespersons,
workers, trucks, materials,
and most of all, five times as much investment.
And you would require five companies the size of Mr. Delors's.
That's five times the middlemen, five times the risk,
and maybe even five times as many problems.
[Delors] I bet you have enough problems.
What is this?
-We noticed that you were a soccer fan. -Yes.
[Delors] You don't have to accept this offer.
[Mercier] Oh, wow! A Presidential suite?
You should've started with that, Mr. Delors. [laughs]
-[Delors] It's in the bag. -Hold on. It's not done yet.
Even if it does work out, I still need to find trucks, salespersons,
a call center probably.
[sighs]
Anyway, if it works out…
your revenue's gonna double.
And?
[sighs]
I'd appreciate a little raise.
Remember when you came to see me, Frank?
From Belgium with nothing to your name? What did you say?
Find me something, make me work.
Do you remember?
Now you get three grand a month for signing your name on some papers.
And you ask for a raise? Get out of the car, Frank.
-Demba, come on. -Get out of the car!
-It's fucking far. -Get out, I said!
[sighs]
Hurry up, for Christ's sake!
-Okay, okay. -If you beg for more, you'll get nothing!
-You're gonna leave me here? -Shut your mouth.
[shaky breathing]
[eerie music]
[panting]
[car accelerating]
[woman] Is he breathing?
-Watch yourself, Rime! -[car honks]
[tires screech]
-[pills rattling] -[eerie music continues]
[woman] Faster, faster! Come on!
Come on, let's go!
[breathing deeply]
[music fades]
[inhales]
[exhales]
-[knock on door] -[woman] Yes, come in.
Yes, I'm gonna be late.
It is what it is. I can't clone myself.
Look, I'll call you back.
I'll call you back.
[she sighs]
Soulaymaan, what can I do for you?
Writing drafts is wearing me out.
But that's one of the job duties.
I know, but I didn't become an attorney to do that.
I want to plead, to work with clients. A real attorney.
You work as an associate at this firm.
You could take on your own clients and plead their cases in court.
Come on.
You're drowning us in work.
Even if I took on my own clients,
I'd never have time to take care of them.
It seems to me you're well compensated in return.
You want to end this collaboration? Be my guest, Soulaymaan.
Young lawyers are rushing at the door to join this firm.
Soulaymaan.
You'll visit our clients in the Fleury Prison.
What? You wanted to work with clients, right?
That's not what I had in mind.
-[phone vibrates] -It's either that or the drafts.
Of course, be reassuring.
Say the case is moving forward
and that you'll speak with the judge, your dear friend.
Hello? I was going to call back. I was in a meeting.
[rap music playing on speaker]
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey, what's up? -All good, you?
-You're good? -Yeah, yeah, chilling.
So?
Demba, hook me up with your guy at Le Havre port.
I'm gonna get my own stuff, man.
I'm no longer involved, Farid. I don't wanna mix with those guys.
If you stop buying from Abdel, he'll make trouble.
-I don't want my name to come up. -Come on, who is Abdel? I do what I want.
There's no godfather or whatever. We're not in Italy.
You know how much money he's made since taking Sahli's turf?
He supplies all of Paris' east suburbs. What about my stuff? Give me a break.
[Demba chuckles]
Farid, I'm gonna say something to you.
In fact, Abdel told me this a long time ago.
"On the streets, there are two kinds of people who don't last."
"Old-timers who ignore the young guy's hunger,
"and the young guy who ignores the old-timer's experience."
Know what I mean?
Okay, Demba, laters.
[rap music playing on speaker]
What did he say?
I think he's ignoring my rapacity.
-You know what, fuck him and Abdel, bruh! -Don't talk like that, bruh.
What? What is it? Are you with them or with me?
It's not about that. When I had trouble with the guys from Auber,
Demba had my back.
You can't forget that.
I got it, he's your big brother. Whatever.
-Give me your plate. -I'm good, Mom.
-No, eat a bit more. -A little bit, then.
-[mother] Mm-hmm. Just a little. -[Demba] A little--
-That's a little bit? -[mother] Eat, eat.
[Demba] That's not a little bit.
[phone vibrates]
[mother sighs]
INCOMING CALL - SOFIA
[mother] You know, Hawa, Binta's daughter?
She's getting married soon.
-Binta's daughter's getting married? -Mm-hmm.
-How old is she? -She's 22.
-I was married at 18 years old. -[Noumouké] That's true.
Ma, do you know someone for Soulaymaan? A chick without teeth.
-[laughs] -[Soulaymaan] Stop it, idiot.
If Soulaymaan is ready, I'll get him a woman tomorrow.
Many mothers have approached me with this question.
-Oh yeah, many mothers? -Many.
[Demba laughs]
Okay.
But he's not into that. He'll bring home a very white, blue-eyed blonde.
-That's what he's into. -No.
There's the daughter of the… of the cousin…
Yeah, the cousin of your aunt,
the one who lives over there, close to the neighbor,
her daughter-in-law who…
No, it's fine, thank you.
Oh, are you making fun of your poor mother, now?
No, Mom. I have a career to build.
It's not everything to have a wife and children. You need money.
[mother] Your father wasn't a lawyer,
and you've always had a roof over your head,
food and drink, and clothes.
Haven't you?
[phone vibrates]
[mother] Turn that off, Noumouké!
[sucks teeth]
So, how's school?
-Mm-hmm. Is that all? -Yeah, I'm getting good grades.
-It's fine. -I hope so, for your sake.
["call to prayer" phone alarm]
Okay, it's time for prayer.
[explosion outside]
[screams outside]
[commotion outside]
-[explosions] -[screams]
[eerie music]
[inaudible]
-[explosions] -[screams]
[screams resonating]
[ominous note]
Noumouké, where are you going?
Six months weren't enough for you?
You wanna go back to prison?
You're not leaving here.
[men shouting]
[explosion]
What's your problem? Shut your mouth.
[outside noises stop]
[door opens]
[dog barking outside]
I didn't tell Demba about you being expelled.
But that's it, Noumou. I'm not covering for you anymore.
-Do you have a short memory? -I didn't ask you for anything.
-I didn't ask you to take the blame. -Yeah, I know.
You didn't have to ask.
Get out, close the door.
Big brother, huh.
-[sucks teeth] -[door slams]
[heavy breathing]
[eerie music]
[shaky breathing]
Abdou!
[woman] Aïssa!
[distorted] Aïssa, come!
Why did you do that? Why did you do that?
Motherfucker!
[unsettling music]
[man] Hey, you there! Stay where you are! Don't move!
[police siren]
Stop! Show me your hands!
[Noumouké] You're hurting me!
[shaky breathing]
[music fades]
[engine revving in the distance]
[snoring softly]
[moaning in pain]
[Noumouké] I can hold it for you.
-Come on-- -Stop it, alright!
Sofia, you know how it is, Demba stopped me. He told me to stay put.
You think I was afraid?
-Yo, you think I was afraid? -[phone vibrating]
No problem, you'll see what I do to them.
-[commotion] -[Sofia screams]
[Noumouké] It's that motherfucker, Anis!
Fuck you, bitches!
Let's lie low for a few days to blindside them.
Then, I'll fuck them all up, trust me.
C'mon, let me hold it for you.
[soft music]
[Sofia moans]
[slow rap music]
[Noumouké humming to rhythm]
[police siren]
♪ In the projects ♪
♪ They were audacious enough To raid the projects ♪
♪ I'll show these fuckers That I too can make a mess ♪
♪ And I won't even need My big brother for that ♪
♪ Give me a piece And I will let them hit the mat ♪
♪ Hit the mat ♪
[music stops]
[intriguing music]
[tires screech]
When?
Tomorrow morning.
-How much? -Ten kilos of hash and two kilos of coke.
Where's the pick-up?
[Farid] The usual.
You're sure he'll be there?
I'm sure, yeah.
Farid.
If you're jerking me around, this time…
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
I'll track you down.
-Hey, you got me? -Yeah, no problem, yeah.
[engine starts]
[sniffing]
[turbulent music]
[train horns blare]
[police sirens]
[tires screeching]
Police!
Show your hands! Show your hands!
[policeman] Mr. Abdel.
What's going on? Are you surprised?
All this for me?
[exhales]
That's right. All this for you.
[conversations on police radio]
[singsong] An apple a day…
keeps the doctor away.
You're pretty cocky, eh?
On my mother's life, I'll get you. I promise. You piece of shit fuckboy.
[Demba] We're missing some completion notices.
[foreign accent] I did it. It's okay.
Rime's been asking for them for a week. Don't push it.
Look, you see her?
Answer to her like you answer to me.
-[men] Okay, boss. -Your cousin is here.
Oh, let him in! Never, ever hold Doums up!
Bring me the notices, guys. C'mon.
I'm getting the truck. I'll bring them right away.
[mocking accent] I'll get the truck. I'll bring them right away.
-He heard you, you crazy fool! -Yo, man, what's he gonna do?
You work with illegals, motherfucker!
-They're war machines on the job. -I'll rat your ass to the IRS.
Yeah? [chuckles]
Hire project guys, you moron!
Guys from the projects only complain and want bigger pay.
That's called integration, pal.
That's not integration anymore, that's assimilation.
No guys from the projects, you can't tell them shit.
-You're making a bundle, bastard. -Man, appearances can be deceptive.
The past months, it's been fucking hell.
As far as I'm concerned, sitting in an office all day like you,
checking on employees.
[huffs] No, thanks, that's not for me.
You spend many hours overseeing a trap house.
I saw that coming.
[coffee machine whirring]
That bastard Samir, I miss him.
[Soulaymaan] Demba!
[ominous music]
[shaky breathing]
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
[ominous music intensifies]
[screams]
[siren]
[tires screech]
[car honks]
[loud crash]
[somber music]
[coffee machine whirring]
You're done with the biz, bro?
[chuckles]
Do you know what insanity is?
It's doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
[scoffs] Stop the philosophy!
-[laughs] -Come on, come here.
Hello.
-Hi, how are you? -Fine, thanks.
[video game noises]
[teacher] Are you kidding me?
I've been here for an hour.
You're really looking for trouble. Turn that off.
Get up.
I had to fight the principal to prevent you from being expelled.
It wasn't a given that you'd be allowed on school grounds.
Okay, come sit.
You're gonna read this book.
Noumouké, you're gonna read this book
and write me an essay about how it made you feel.
I don't want an analysis. I wanna know what you felt.
I'm not really interested in that stuff, to be honest.
Oh, yeah? And how do you know that?
I know myself.
Listen, the hardest part is starting.
After that, you'll lose track of time.
What's this thing about?
It's the story of Martin Eden.
No, are you sure? Doesn't it say Martin Eden?
It's about a young man who hates reading books,
and spends his time fighting.
Remind you of someone?
And you?
One day, Martin Eden defends a man in a fight who's very rich.
The rich man has a sister.
Martin Eden falls in love with her at first sight.
But, you know, the sister is from the upper crust.
She's educated, she's rich.
Martin Eden decides to educate himself, to read every book.
And once he becomes like her,
well, she'll fall in love with him.
[Noumouké laughs]
You believe I'm Martin Eden?
Like I'm gonna read books to seduce a chick?
What, you've never fought to impress a girl?
[inspiring music]
So, does he hook up with her?
-What? -Stop playing.
At the end of the book, do they hook up?
[inspiring music intensifies]
[sighs]
[music fades]
-Where are you headed? -I'm going to Nanterre.
-Oh, that's far. -[man] Bye, guys.
Have a good night.
-[woman] See you, Djeneba. -Sure thing.
What about you? Choisy?
-No, Vitry. -She has to pick up her son.
You have a son?
Yes. Idrissa. He's ten years old.
Hold on, that means you're going from here to Choisy, on public transport?
Well, that's how it is raising a child on your own.
I can drive you part of the way.
You surprised me with that meeting with Arcus.
I'd been trying to get one for ages.
Where were you working before you joined us?
For two years, I was unemployed.
Wow. And why is that?
Because I started wearing the veil two years ago.
Ah.
And you, sir? What were you doing before going into insulation?
Me?
I've always worked in the building trade.
You don't have to call me sir. It makes me feel like I'm 50.
I can't do it.
[Demba] Why not?
No idea… It's not like you're that young, either.
[both chuckle]
Just kidding.
Stop acting crazy!
-You played me real good, asshole! -Chill out!
Why'd I do that? I want Abdel to go down!
-How did he know? -One of your cops?
Stop your fucking bullshit.
You think everybody's like you, double-crossing everyone?
I've warned you, Farid.
From now on, you belong to me. I'll stick it to you bitch. Yeah.
I'm gonna eat Farid, I'm gonna sleep Farid,
and I'm even gonna fuck Farid.
It won't stop until you go down, trust me on that.
Don't touch me and shut your mouth!
You're fucking pissed off for no reason!
-[engine starts] -This is my turf, bruh!
You know what? If I were you, I'd keep a low profile.
You know why?
Because Abdel probably knows it came from you.
Why, what'd you tell him? Huh?
You fucking bitch. What did you tell him? Hey, yo!
The chambermaids at the Hotel Ibis in Batignolles are on strike.
They are protesting their work conditions and low wages.
-[newscast continues] -[video playing loudly on phone]
[man in video] Hey, dude. Relax. We can only see your face.
[man laughing in video]
[Noumouké laughs]
[laughing]
-[mother] Turn it down. -[Noumouké] The news is so boring.
[mockingly] The news is so boring.
But what you've been watching is so entertaining?
I'm going to bed. You're as fun as Lyme disease.
Oh, he's offended.
Yeah, Mr. Law-Nerd.
You're really going to bed?
Yeah, so? I'm tired. Miss Saadi made me read all day.
Made you read what?
-Martin Eden by Jack London. -[Soulaymaan] Oh.
"On the library shelves, I saw a world emerge on the horizon."
-You read that book? -Yeah, I did.
And you know it by heart?
No, I don't know it by heart. I only remember a few quotes.
It always sounds good to add one or two quotes to a conversation,
or a plea.
[laughs]
A lot of trouble to look whiter! [laughs]
What do you mean? What does that have to do with it?
I just don't wanna be uncultured like you.
[mother speaking Bambara]
[in English] "He who speaks the language of a people avoids its evil."
[question in Bambara]
[emotional music]
[Mercier and Franck laughing]
[Franck] It's a significant change.
Hello.
How are you?
[sighs]
[emotional music continues]
[Rime] First, he wants us to provide one terabyte by next month.
DINNER?
I DON'T KNOW…
[Rime] You should ask the big boss. Demba?
Demba?
Mm? Of course, we're going to grow the team.
We'll have to train the new people, that's all.
[Rime] We'll use a second call center. We won't send you into combat unarmed.
THAT'S NOT A NO
-How are you, Ma? -I'm good, Soulaymaan.
Can I try?
Mom! Just a little bit.
[mother mutters in disagreement]
This is for my charity. Put it down.
You know how much I love your bissap.
Well, if you like the bissap, pay for it.
Okay.
[music stops]
So, how far are you?
-The preface. It's moving along. -And what do you think?
If the point is that I need to become a nerd to succeed in life,
I'm that not excited, y'know.
Are we good? Can I go?
Bye, ma'am.
-You're leaving it here? -Yeah.
I'm not bringing it home unless I have to.
[she sighs]
Traoré!
-That's how you greet a friend? -I don't have friends in the police.
I know. Mr. Demba Traoré isn't a snitch. You're in the insulation business, now?
-And, you're gonna arrest me for that? -No. You know, what I'm about, narcotics.
-So, what's the point of talking to me? -[laughs]
What is this about? Tell me.
You're trying to start a new life? It's the new Demba, is that it?
You remember June 28, 2018?
Hm? When they tried to gun you down that day.
Guess whose cell phone pinged in the same area Sahli was in?
You don't like riddles?
What's your point? That Abdou was involved?
-I already knew that. -No.
Everybody knows that Abdou and Sahli were tight.
But between you and me, you believe they did that on their own?
Those two? Demba, who wasted Sahli?
Who took over Sahli's house when he got killed?
Hm? Who's dealing to Farid, now you left the game?
Here.
I'm not interested.
They're photos taken by a CCTV camera.
-You see them together on that very day. -[chuckles]
You think you can use me to get rid of your enemies?
No, no. You're not a murderer, Demba.
You're in the insulation business, now, right?
It wasn't easy to get these photos, so take the time to look at them.
[car door closes]
[car starts and drives away]
[eerie music]
[ominous music]
-[rattle of train echoing] -[inaudible scream]
[music stops]
[Noumouké] Holy shit, he got Assia's Snap!
What the hell? Come on dude, give it back.
That motherfucker has Assia's Snap.
So nasty!
[chuckles]
Hey, aren't they the guys from Aviators?
Hey! Hey! The fuckers from Aviators are at the bus stop.
-Are you serious? -Let's get'em.
Take this, take this.
[Noumouké] Let's go, guys. We'll show them.
Let's stick together, dudes
Are you nervous, Snapchat boy?
-What up, fuckers? -[overlapping shouts]
[Sofia] He's going down!
[Noumouké] Stop running! I won't hurt you!
I'm one of the good guys!
Motherfucker!
[boy grunts]
How does it feel, motherfucker? Let go of me.
-I'll show you, motherfucker! -[Sofia] You guys act so damn tough!
look at me, you motherfucker! You remember me?
Film this! That's how it is in Bois-l'Abbé!
-In Bois-l'Abbé, we kick your asses! -Motherfucker!
Bunch of bitches!
-Let's get the hell out! -Piece of trash.
[Djenaba] This place is wonderful.
I told you you'd enjoy it.
-You bet I will be back. -Ah, I see, no "sir"?
First time you speak to me casually.
[lounge music playing]
Thank you.
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
-You're knowledgeable about religion-- -Hold on.
I wear the veil, but I'm not knowledgeable.
Okay, but you know the basics. Don't be so humble, Djenaba.
Yes, I know the basics of Islam.
You know, in religion…
at least from what I know, all sins can be…
-All sins can be repented, right? -Mm-hmm.
Yes.
Even when you killed someone?
Why are you asking this question?
Don't freak out, c'mon, it's not for me, it's…
Someone asked me, and so I'm just--
You know, I'm asking you because you are aware.
I don't wanna tell him nonsense.
In religion, all sins can be repented, as long as you're alive.
But, sin of murder is one of the biggest sins of all.
Know that.
Yeah, I'm aware of that. I told you it wasn't for me.
[engine revving in the distance]
[keyboard keys clicking]
Soulaymaan, you're going to plead in court.
The case is being brought up for immediate arraignment.
Neither Perrier nor I can go.
My secretary's just sent you an email.
Your time is now.
[emotional music]
Yes!
[music stops]
[Soulaymaan] Hello.
Mr. Traoré.
[man] You're the lawyer?
I'm the only one in the room.
[man sighs]
You're young.
Look, Mr. Millet. I'm gonna get you out of here.
How? I confessed to everything while in custody.
It'd be too long to explain, we don't have time.
However, the judge will likely try his best to save the case.
He'll ask questions to make you repeat your confession to the court,
which he could then use against you.
All I'm asking…
is that you stay quiet.
Good morning, sir. I'm Mr. Traoré. I'm representing Mr. Millet.
[man] The floor is yours, sir.
Thank you, your Honor, I'll be brief.
Police officers arrested my client, M. Millet,
at 10h58 on October 20th,
and remanded him in custody for violence with intent.
While he was in custody, however,
the detectives interrogated Mr. Millet about a tiny amount of cannabis
which they pretended he was carrying.
"Which they pretended?"
[Soulaymaan] But…
Mr. Millet wasn't arrested and held in custody for drug possession,
but for violence with intent, damage and breach of property.
The prosecutor will be aware that, according to French law,
a person in custody cannot be interrogated
about an offense other than the one they have been officially accused of.
And that's not all.
According to Article 706-30-1 of the criminal code,
when it comes to the possession of a controlled drug,
the weighing must be done in the open.
The person in custody must attend the weighing of the products,
which wasn't the case.
For all these reasons, I'm asking that the procedures be canceled.
[disapproving murmurs]
Well.
-Your Honor… -[microphone feedback]
We have Mr. Millet's confession,
in which he admitted to punching Mrs. Marty in the face several times.
He can't deny it, her jaw was broken,
because, and let me quote him,
"The fat whore wouldn't open the door for me."
That's all, I'll let you appreciate his artful wording.
Are these your actual words, Mr. Millet?
Mr. Millet, please?
-[quietly] I'll remain silent. -What's that?
Speak louder, Mr. Millet, we can't hear you.
[louder] I'll remain silent.
[exhales]
[a cappella] ♪ Just like him, I'm in disdain ♪
♪ From the bottom like Martin Eden ♪
-♪ A bit like him, I-- ♪ -[door opens]
The white man has returned.
C'mon! You strolled around the hood in that robe?
Yes, wearing my gown and waving the country's flag.
-Chill, I was kidding, man. -Go fuck yourself.
[chuckles]
The lawyer is so rude.
[TV playing]
Mama, you're looking at Mr. Traoré, attorney-at-law.
You're handsome, my son.
Thank you. I pled in court for the first time today.
-I managed to get my client released. -Wow! Tell me about it.
Come on, tell us bro.
A man accused of breaking his wife's jaw was arraigned, and I could--
What, Mom?
-They need an attorney, too. -Yes, but does it have to be you?
[poignant music]
[music fades]
[cutlery clinking]
So?
Mmm.
Forget about insulation.
Open a restaurant, man.
You must have learned that in that jail cell.
[sniffs]
There's something I don't understand.
Who took Sahli out?
It can't be Abdou, he was his friend.
These things happen.
It wouldn't be the first time.
[distant police siren]
Do you know the story about the frog and the scorpion?
[tense music]
A scorpion goes to a frog and he asks,
"Can you carry me on your back across the river?"
The frog looks at the scorpion and says,
"No, you're gonna sting me."
The scorpion looks at the frog and says,
"But if I sting you, we're both gonna drown,
"because I can't swim."
The frog thinks about it,
and eventually agrees to carry the scorpion on its back.
They start crossing the river.
Once they reach the middle of the river,
the scorpion stings the frog
and says…
"I'm sorry."
"I couldn't help it."
"It's my nature."
And they both drown.
[tragic music]
[Abdel] Did you know it?
[snorts]
Yeah. [sniffs]
I enjoy listening to you tell stories, man.
-[shaky breathing] -[somber music]
[breathing deeply]
[motorbike engine revving]
[vehicle honks]
[school bell ringing]
[upbeat music]
-[boy 1] Yo! -[boy 2] Hey, Noumouké?
[engine revving]
Hurry up! Catch that motherfucker!
[tires screech]
[boy] Come on!
[boy] Don't let him go!
[boys shouting]
-Come back here! -Come here, bitch!
[motorbike engine revving]
[upbeat music continues]
You're done for! Get him!
-Where is he at? -He's there, guys!
[Noumouké] Go fuck your mothers, you bitches!
[boys shouting]
[boy] Come on, get him!
-[boy] Come on, get him! -[engine revving]
[motorbike driving away]
-Don't do anything stupid with it. -Got it.
[Farid] What are you doing here? Come on, get lost!
Stop sucking your teeth! Move!
-I told you not to give them anything. -I know, Farid. I won't.
[tour guide speaking indistinctly]
[sentimental music]
[Demba] Three, two, one.
It's magical.
It's wonderful.
You know what they say?
No.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You're such a smooth talker.
[both chuckle]
-Have you ever gone up? -No, but I'd really like to.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
And, have you?
No, not yet.
[she sighs]
You know we can't keep seeing each other like this.
-What do you mean, "like this"? -Well, like this, without purpose.
I need to know where we're headed. I can't play. I don't have time for that.
-Does it look like I'm playing? -No, I didn't say that,
But, um… I'm warning you.
And nothing's gonna happen.
Meaning?
Meaning nothing is going to happen physically.
I'm saving myself.
Fine with me.
So tell me?
-What do you mean "so tell you"? -Tell me what you want.
[dial tone on speaker]
[chime]
-Hello? Yeah? -Hello? Noumouké?
Where are you?
-Kidding, you've reached my voicemail! -Mom! It's his voicemail.
[chime]
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
-You can pick up. I don't mind. -[ringing stops]
No, it's my mother.
I'll take you home and then I'll call her back.
I'm going to tell you a story.
A friend of mine was out with friends,
and her mother wouldn't stop calling.
You know?
But instead of answering,
she sent her a message saying, "I'll call you later."
But later never came.
That story traumatized me.
Now, when my mother calls me, I answer right away.
-Yeah, Mom, what's going on? -Ah, Demba! Help me find Noumouké!
Noumouké didn't come home!
Find him for me! I don't know where he is!
[ominous music]
[motorbikes engines revving]
[ominous music intensifies]
[excited shouts]
[whooping]
[Noumouké's gang shouting and whooping]
[overlapping shouts]
I'm gonna fuck you up!
[violent music]
[overlapping shouts]
[violent music continues]
[panting]
-[distorted trill] -[gunshot]
-[man] Guys, there was a gunshot! -[panicked shouts]
-[Noumouké] Hey! Sofia! Come with me. -[police sirens]
[sirens approaching]
[sirens echoing and fading]
[music stops]
[rap music playing on speaker]
[boy] They fucking fled. They peed their fucking pants.
-Lamine, come here. -I didn't do nothing.
Come here, I said, come here.
-Where's Noumouké? -I dunno where Noumouké is.
-Don't play with me. -I ain't playing.
-Where is Noumouké? -I haven't seen him.
-Did the cops bust him? -No, he wasn't busted.
Who fired the gun earlier?
-Nobody fired a gun. -What do you mean, "nobody fired a gun"?
Sofia did it, but she fired into the air, that'all.
-Then, we all scrammed. -Where did she get the piece?
Where'd she get the piece?
At Farid's trap house.
[car engine revs]
-They all hear different things. -Yeah, but, it looks bad anyway.
The fuck is he doing here?
-[ominous music] -What up?
-[slaps] -[Farid grunts]
-You give my little brother guns? -I didn't give him nothing.
-To his friends, it's the same! -I swear, I didn't.
If it's not you, it's them! Aren't you the boss?
Are you for real?
-[slaps] -What do you mean, "Am I for real"?
-You do this in front of everybody? -And so? What're you gonna do?
Don't lie to yourself.
You're here because I left!
Catch that motherfucker!
-[overlapping shouts] -[Sofyan] Get him! Bring him back to me!
You okay, bruh? You good?
I'm gonna whack that motherfucker.
[Sofyan sighs]
Pick a side, and fast.
[ominous high-pitched note]
-[Soulaymaan] He'll go back to the clink. -Stop scaring her.
No one died, alright?
[mother sighs]
Noumouké needs to leave the violent music,
the gangs and the weapons behind.
Talk to him, Demba.
[Demba chuckles]
When I was his age, there was already tension with the Aviators.
[mother] Mm-hmm.
You know I was involved in it too.
That's the point.
That's why he's going to listen to you.
Are you going to talk to him?
Yeah, I'm gonna talk to him.
[mother] Okay.
[moving music]
-[kisses] Don't worry, he'll be back soon. -Mm-hmm.
-[mother sighs] Bye. -Bye.
[door closes]
[insects chirping]
[phone chimes]
-[Sofia] It's Lamine. -[Noumouké] What?
Demba's looking for you.
He's gonna fucking kill me.
[sighs] There's no way I'm going home.
You're gonna stay here all night long?
My brother leaves for work at 8 a.m., my mom, at 9 a.m.,
When they're gone, I'll get back.
I need to go home now, or my mom's gonna destroy me.
Stay with me a little longer?
[he sighs]
I would've liked to have sisters and brothers.
Am I not your brother?
Do you miss your dad sometimes?
Big time, yeah.
What about you?
I can't miss him. I've never met him.
When he heard my mother was pregnant, he took off. He didn't want me.
You know what, one day, we can try and look for him.
He doesn't want me. I'm not gonna chase after him.
[sighs]
♪ Nobody understands my suffering Since my dad is gone ♪
♪ I feel like I'm in a starless night Till the crack of dawn ♪
Are these your lyrics?
Yeah.
Sing it, go on.
[sighs]
♪ Nobody gets my suffering Since my dad is gone ♪
♪ I feel like I'm in a starless night Till the crack of dawn ♪
♪ It's all a blur And I don't know where to venture ♪
♪ Just wanna head to an adventure ♪
♪Mom doesn't smile, Home feels unoccupied ♪
♪ No sun on the horizon for me Some voids can never be occupied ♪
♪ We can tell ourselves it's fine But my dad is gone forever ♪
♪ But my dad is gone forever ♪
♪ Nobody knows how much I suffer ♪
♪ Nobody knows how much I suffer Since my dad is gone forever ♪
♪ I even feel cold in the summer ♪
[moving music]
[alarm ringing]
[sighs]
[light thud]
[Soulaymaan] What are you doing, Ma?
Looking out for the police, in case.
So I can open the door before they break it.
The police aren't gonna come, Mom.
Come, come.
-Come have a rest. -I'm exhausted. Noumouké!
-[clatter] -Police! Police!
-[woman screams] -[policeman] Show your hands!
[somber music]
-Your hands! Come out! -[woman screams]
Come here! On your knees!
What's happening?
[murmured prayer]
[woman cries] Sofia!
What's going on? What have you done, Sofia?
What's happening? [cries]
You look beautiful.
[kiss]
-Okay, I'm heading out. -Mm-hmm.
When are you leaving?
I'm not going to work until Noumouké comes back home.
It's gonna be fine, okay? He's gonna come home.
I love you.
I love you, my son.
[somber music continues]
[conversations on police radio]
[police siren]
[policeman] Ma'am, put your phone away. This isn't a show.
[Sofia's mother] Sofia! Sofia!
Where are you taking her? Sofia!
Where are you taking my daughter? Let go of her!
You hear me? Put the phone away. Stop filming.
-What did she do? -[Sofia grunts]
-Let her go! -[thump]
[yelling] Mama! Mama!
Come on, move along. Move along.
-[screams] -Mama!
-[Sofia's mother] Why are you doing this? -[siren]
[Sofia's mother] Where are you taking her?
[all coughing]
[somber music continues]
Where did they take my daughter?
[lock clicking]
[music fades]
[beeps of truck outside]
-[upbeat rap playing] -[singing along]
♪ No time for tomorrow ♪
♪ And if we are, yeah So very far away, yeah, from here ♪
♪ But near Panama ♪
♪ Yo, far away, And no time for tomorrow, whoa ♪
[music continues playing]
[music stops]
Ma?
[knocks]
Ma?
[Noumouké sobbing]
[sobbing and yelling]
[mournful music]
[his cries fade under the music]
[inaudible speech]
[mournful music continues]
[imam] Only God can create something which doesn't exist.
Human beings are not able to create.
For, if human beings could create,
then the blind person would create the vision.
The deaf would create hearing.
Even the quadriplegic would create mobility.
They would do even more than that.
The vast majority of people would undoubtedly grant
the ones they love and themselves eternal life.
So, my brother, love whoever you want.
Grow attached to whomever you want.
-You will be separated… -[Abdel] Salam.
[imam] Death is like a doorway which each of us will cross.
-My condolences, my brother. -Death is a journey.
[ominous music]
And what does anyone with the gift of reason do before a journey?
[ominous music intensifies]
[contained sobs]
[breathing deeply]
[music stops]
[indistinct conversations]
How are you feeling?
I used to think I was alone. Now, I truly know what it is.
Listen…
When I get back, I have a few things left to do.
After that,
I'd like to meet your son.
And I'd like us to do things by the book.
You know, Demba, there are two states in which one shouldn't make big promises.
When you're really happy and when you're really sad.
I know what I'm saying.
You're going?
Yeah, I'm going.
-You give me a minute? -Okay.
Have you heard from Mercier?
Let's talk about it some other time, Demba.
What? What's going on?
Listen, uh… he's backing out. He's going with another team.
It's not my fault.
What do you mean, "he's backing out"? Didn't we sign a contract?
Did you have a lawyer read that contract?
Do you know I invested time and money?
-Yeah, I know. -A lot of money!
[scoffs]
How much did they give him?
-Who? -The other team.
How much did they pay him?
Well, I have no idea.
So, how much does he want?
If we give him a 150K in cash, he'll go with us.
[snorts]
-And what did you say to him? -I didn't close the door to it.
I mean, with all the cash you're gonna make, what's 150 grand?
[scoffs]
My condolences, Demba.
Hey, Franck.
Hm?
What made him think I have $150,000 lying around like that?
He didn't tell me.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Drop by the office when I get back, we'll talk about it.
Meanwhile, tell him we'll give him the cash.
I'll do that.
Take care of yourself, Franck.
[Franck] Yeah, for sure. You too.
[birds and insects chirping]
[delicate kora melody]
[moving music]
[Demba sniffles]
[sniffles]
[tragic music]
[music fades]
[overlapping conversations in Wolof]
[cheikh] Noumouké!
[cheikh speaking Wolof]
[man] He says you look like your cousin, Ousmaan.
-[cheikh] Ousmaan! Ousmaan! -[boy answers in Wolof]
[speaks Wolof]
[cheikh speaks Wolof]
[cheikh speaking Wolof]
You won't be able to hide you are a Traoré.
[cheikh speaking Wolof]
[speaking Wolof]
[man] When family is corrupted and divided,
then the whole of society is unwell.
-[crickets chirping] -[animal grunting]
[mosquito buzzing]
[wildlife noises continue]
[Demba] Come on, Noumouké. Come on, get up.
-I'm coming. -I've come twice already.
[rooster singing]
Demba, I haven't showered, I'm…
I'm all sweaty.
Here, take that, get changed.
[sighs]
[sucks teeth]
[grunts]
When did you start waking people up so early?
-You've slept enough. -I'm tired.
[rooster sings]
Where's that well of yours?
-About 30 minutes on foot. -30 minutes?
Thirty minutes? More like an hour.
One-- How do you know that?
You ask too many questions. Come on.
He used to act out so much that your mom sent him here.
-You're not coming with us? -No, I'll leave you guys to handle this.
-[laughs] -[Noumouké sighs]
[soft kora melody]
[soft kora melody continues]
[indistinct conversations]
-[chains rattling] -[splash]
[Demba] It's deep, uh?
[wheel squeaks]
[cattle mooing]
[Demba] That's it.
Loosen it a bit.
[soft kora melody continues]
[cattle mooing]
[straining]
[grunts]
[panting]
[coughs]
[goat bleats]
-Hello, Ousmaan. -Noumouké.
-How you doing? -Good morning!
[teacher] Hens sit on…
[man] It's the village school.
Your mother financed most of it with her charity.
Well, she didn't have time to finish it.
[children screaming excitedly]
-Hello. -Ah.
-Hello, Mr. Fodié. -Everything alright?
These are the children of my sister-in-law, Khadijah.
My condolences.
How do you manage during the rainy season?
[teacher] Well, it gets complicated.
We have to finish it, Demba.
It's a lot of work.
-Fodié. -Yes?
-Can you find the materials and workers? -Anything is possible with money.
-Don't worry about money. -Okay.
[crickets chirping]
[indistinct conversations]
[Noumouké] Share your network with me, Demba.
-Put your phone away for a bit. -No, seriously, I really need it.
[phone chimes, vibrates]
[phone continues chiming and vibrating]
[speaking Wolof]
He says that he doesn't need to use his phone, but he wants it.
Honestly, you live better than all of us.
[cheikh speaking Wolof]
[speaking Wolof]
[cheikh continues speaking Wolof]
[man] He says that you're idealizing Africa.
But it's been quite a long time since
our societies have become consumer societies.
Why does he never speak in English?
I'm much better at English than you are, my son.
[all laugh]
[kora melody]
Hey, come.
[rhythmic Senegalese music]
Guys, let's put it up.
[Soulaymaan] Watch your fingers, guys.
Thanks, thanks. Okay, we got it.
-[Demba] Okay? -Put it here. I'm holding it, it's fine.
We're good.
[rhythmic Senegalese music continues]
[Noumouké] Come on, Demba! Yeah!
Come on!
-[man] Okay? -[Noumouké] Thanks very much.
Time for a break, guys. Let's eat.
I'll get this done and I'm coming.
It's here.
[Noumouké laughs]
With these big pants of yours.
[music fades]
Looks good, doesn't it?
I'm done, I'm going back to France.
I'm gonna stay with the kid a few more days.
I need to get inside his head.
Ready?
Warning you, we can't back out.
[seagulls squawking]
[boat horns blare]
MINISTRY OF CULTURE - HOUSE OF SLAVES
[Soulaymaan] Hey.
[indistinct conversations]
Officially, Demba, 12 million slaves were deported to the Americas.
And some of them were captured in places very similar to this.
[tour guide] It served as a waiting area, much like when you go to the hospital.
Small rowboats transported them from here to the large ships,
which transported them to America.
So, following the door, there was a bridge,
which we call the door of no return,
since everyone who crossed it never returned.
[melancholic music]
[children singing the Senegalese anthem]
KHADIJAH TRAORÉ SCHOOL
LEARN, UNDERSTAND, UNDERTAKE AND SERVE
[Demba] Do you know the last thing Mom asked of me?
What'd she say?
To tell you to quit acting foolishly.
-Acting foolishly? -Your ghetto rivalry bullshit.
You were doing the same thing when you were my age.
[Demba] I told her you'd say that.
Wanna hear something, though?
With violence,
you may decide when to start using it,
but you don't choose when it ends.
[Soulaymaan] I feel like Noumouké is mad at me.
I could have gone to the cops and told them he wasn't involved.
But I didn't.
[Demba] He'd do it again if he had to.
What are you gonna do when we get back?
You know, I've never told anyone,
but since they tried to off me, I've been having panic attacks.
You serious?
And have you seen anyone?
What'd you mean, "seen someone"?
Well, a shrink.
You want me to see a goddamn shrink?
Black men don't go see shrinks.
I swear, sometimes, you're such a caricature of yourself.
It can help to talk sometimes, Demba.
[Noumouké shouting playfully]
No, don't!
[Noumouké screams]
All right, gimme five!
[intriguing music]
[music fades]
[ominous music]
[beeping]
What're you doing, Demba?
What's he doing?
-Come on, stop. -[Demba] Don't make me run.
-Don't hurt me! -Shut up!
You'll have your construction sites, I swear!
-[violent music] -[Demba] Come here!
Come here!
-So, you wanna fuck with me? Come here! -[Franck grunts]
-[thugs laugh] -Run, Forrest, Run!
Run! Run!
[Franck choking]
[Franck gasps]
[knocks]
[Demba] Abdou!
Stop!
Come back here!
[gunshot]
No! No! No, man, stop.
Calm down, please. It was Abdel.
Abdel and Sahli. I wasn't there.
-No. No! -[gunshot]
[gunshot]
[violent music continues]
[engine revving loudly]
[man] What're you proud of?
You're proud of that?
You're fighting for this?
These nasty buildings we grew up in.
In fuckin' squalor. There are no elevators, roaches.
That's what you're ready to die for?
All day long, all you say is, "No one likes us in this country."
"No one respects us."
"Fuck the State. There's no job."
"Fuck the police."
And? Of course, fuck the police.
You got something to say, Lamine? Your eye injury…
Was it the cops' fault, or because of your stupid raid?
How can you expect anyone to respect us?
look around. We don't even respect one another.
Why would anyone like us?
We hate one another.
And you're always like,
"I love my mother. I'll make her a millionaire."
You know what you're gonna get your old lady?
Your moms are here.
Ask them.
[melancholic music]
It's a casket.
Because of your falling outs.
Game at home. Game on the road.
It's like the NBA schedule.
And for the one lying on the ground? Game over, no turning back.
-Yo, they come here acting tough… -Shut the fuck up!
Noumouké, Anis, shake hands. C'mon now.
Shake hands.
[Sofia's mother screaming]
[journalist] We can clearly see the police officer
throw the witness's cell phone to the ground.
But he was unaware that another witness was filming.
I assume that you decided to file a complaint against those officers?
I tried to file a complaint the day after. I had to visit two police stations.
[Soulaymaan] Police officers frequently refuse filing these kinds of complaints.
Corporatism is prevalent in the police force.
You have a very simple vision of the police corps. I don't get up
every morning to beat up Black people or Arabs.
Why's he talking?
[Soulaymaan] That may be the case for you. I'm not sensationalizing.
But during the yellow jacket protests, we observed
that the violence experienced for decades by communities in sensitive urban zones
could also be employed against poor, white neighborhoods.
In this case, it isn't about yellow jackets in a protest.
It's about the mother of an offender
who's resisting her daughter's arrest, who is incarcerated, if I'm not mistaken.
Once again, that is not the issue at hand.
We're not talking about the trial of this woman's daughter.
We are questioning the methods employed by police officers
who assaulted a woman,
who happens to be a mother,
doused her with tear gas, and left her there, writhing in pain.
That violence is the issue for us.
[captain] I've met with mothers in tears
who'd lost a child when someone decided to settle a score.
Let me be clear. These mothers aren't worried about
so-called police brutality so much. You understand?
When it comes to condemning alleged police brutality,
people rush up.
But when it comes to condemning the violence used by the offenders
whose victims are primarily from the projects,
no one says a thing.
[tense music]
See you later.
He's coming out.
Thanks. Have a good day.
[car approaches]
[machine gun fires]
[tragic music]
[machine gun fires]
[shots echoing]
[car driving away]
[music fades]
-Your book pissed me off, ma'am. -It only did that?
This guy works hard to become someone else, and he ends up alone.
It says that you can become anything you want
with motivation and work.
Not always, ma'am.
You know that in life some things are beyond us.
But we can control some things.
And maybe the author is saying
that it's not for other people that you should try your best.
Can I read it?
[captain] Police officers are subject to quotas.
Management puts pressure on them. They are expected to hit their targets.
[Soulaymaan] So, what you're saying
is that violence committed by the police
against a targeted group within the population
is a consequence of a quota system
put in place by the Ministry of the Interior,
and therefore the State.
So, you've answered our question. Not only is the State not doing anything
to prevent police brutality, but even worse, it's encouraging it.
Okay, uh… This woman's in good health.
She's alive.
This isn't comparable to the George Floyd case in the United States.
Let's not exaggerate.
Well, clearly, she didn't end up like Amine Bentounsi,
shot in the back.
Or suffocated like Amadou Koumé.
In France, we have our own George Floyds. It's nothing new.
[moving music]
Really, I'm always amazed by the way some people in this country
are upset and condemn police brutality on the other side of the Atlantic,
while they remain blind, deaf and mute about the same brutality in France.
We both know for a fact, and the audience too,
that if a neighbor hadn't filmed this,
Mrs. Fitoussi wouldn't have stood a chance against the police officers.
And she would have been portrayed as a poor, bad mother,
who couldn't even raise her daughter right, wouldn't she?
But let's try to see the big picture…
and not just debate back and forth…
Hey, slow down, they'll spot us.
[moving music continues]
I'd say that it's up to me and you to make this world a better place…
[Farid sniffs]
… and that we should definitely not minimize
the impact our actions have on others.
[policeman] Get out of the car. Get out!
[Soulaymaan] A smile, a nice word,
or a kind thought can make someone's day…
[children playing]
… and the trajectory of a life can be altered in a single day.
That's why it's absolutely essential that we all support one another,
And refrain from making the same mistakes.
-[Djenaba] Idrissa! -[Idrissa screams]
[Idrissa screams]
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over,
but expecting different results.
[ominous music]
[shaky breathing]
[shaky breathing intensifies]
[gunshot]
[gunshot echoes]
[music stops]
[melancholic music]
[tense music]
[ominous electronic music]
[music stops]