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[commentator] Wow! He's trying to prove he's the boss.
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He's trying to prove to the challenger, Bastien, that he makes the calls.
Bastien is all out of options, he has to press for a win.
Whether it be a KO, or a submission,
he absolutely needs to guarantee a victory now.
We're in the last minute of the third round, and let me tell you,
I can't believe we made it all the way here!
Just as we started with strikes, it'll end with strikes too.
Here we go. Low kick, jab, a nonstop exchange of blows!
The challenger, Bastien, has been hit.
Alright, things are getting serious. We're in the final minute.
The challenger needs to bring home the belt.
You can see Bastien focusing up now, his eyes have gotten intense.
[muffled] Another magnificent jab! You can feel the energy coming off of him.
He's going to give it his all.
[audience cheering]
[grunting]
[commentator speaking indistinctly]
[audience clamoring]
[grunts]
[audience clamoring]
[thud]
-[groans] -[shocked gasps]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[beastly growl]
[whistles and applause]
[low droning]
[audience clamor fades]
-Enzo! -No!
Enzo!
[cries]
Enzo!
-No! Dad! Dad! -[woman screams]
[breathing heavily]
[man] He's not moving!
[somber music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[breathing shakily]
[heartbeat thumping]
Let go of me!
[woman cries]
[somber music continues]
[breathing heavily]
[distant thunder]
BELOVED HUSBAND AND FATHER. WE MISS YOU. ENZO PRINCE - 1986-2023
[footsteps approaching]
[man] The hell is he doing here?!
[woman] No, Léo!
What the fuck are you doing here? Go!
I'm really sorry, I'm sorry. I-- I'm just really sorry.
Emma, would you please--
-Fuck off! Go! -Léo! Stop it!
-Léo, stop! -Fucker.
Stop it.
-Calm down. -Fuck off!
Just leave.
Go away!
[somber music continues]
[Léo sobs softly]
[somber music rising]
[music climaxes and stops]
[saturated crackling]
[loud thud]
-[man 1] What the fuck are you doing? -[man 2] Wait!
TWO YEARS LATER
[man 1] What are you doing? Hey!
[gunshots]
PHOCAEAN CITY MARSEILLE
-[gunshots continue] -[man 1] No!
[man 2] Get Andalou!
[tense music playing]
[panting]
[music pauses]
[raspy breathing]
[exhales]
[blade whistles]
[clang]
[metallic screeching]
[gasps]
[tense music resumes]
[slam]
[raspy breathing]
[tense music rising]
[music stops]
[grunts loudly]
[somber sting]
[groans in pain]
[brooding music creeping in]
[yelps]
[music rises and stops]
[man groans in fear]
[tense music resumes]
[raspy breathing]
[man groans in pain]
-[men grunting] -[cries in pain]
[tense music rising]
[music stops]
[police siren blaring]
Captain Sarkissian, Captain Alaoui.
What happened here?
We got a call from nearby residents. They heard gunshots last night.
-Nothing since we got here. -Haven't you looked around?
Uh… no, we were waiting for you.
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music continues]
[unsettling sting]
[cocks gun]
Benoit, downstairs. Now.
[brooding music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[music rising]
[camera shutter rings out loudly]
[piercing high note echoes]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
[Kenza] Looks like they enjoyed this.
We've got Karim Zouhari, Kylian Garbi, Moussa Ouattara.
And the Andalou?
Their boss?
He's not here.
These men are his lieutenants, they wiped out his network.
Are you saying you know who's responsible for this?
-I believe so. -No, Alaoui is jumping to conclusions.
But Chief, this is their MO. They're trying to make a statement.
It's the Manchours.
Alaoui, you're chasing ghosts. We all know your history with these guys.
-Shut the hell up. -You shut up!
-I'm serious, shut the hell up! -[Canistra] Stop, stop, stop.
This isn't the time.
They've come back to Marseille. They're taking over.
They've neutered the Andalou. You see that?
Yeah. Um…
-Two minutes, Your Honor. Please. -Okay.
[Vasseur] She's impossible.
Vasseur's right, you know?
Want us to believe you based on a hunch? Sorry, that's not happening.
Dig deeper, okay? Get me some proof. Some witnesses, something tangible.
Then I can help you.
Okay?
Yeah, okay.
Ouch. You and diplomacy, huh?
Ah, you shut up.
[Kenza sighs]
[chuckles softly]
Alright. Let's go home.
-Can't we get a drink first? I need one. -Sorry, no can do.
I promised the girls I'd pick them up from school.
Okay. Give my goddaughter a hug.
Not the other one?
Sure, but I prefer my goddaughter. [chuckles]
Alright, see ya.
[phone buzzing]
-Hello? -[man] Kenza.
-I need to see you right away. -What's wrong? Is there a problem?
I have to see you now! Come alone!
[unsettling music playing]
[seagulls screeching]
[Kenza] Léo.
What's going on?
I'm in trouble. Like, really big trouble.
What did you do?
The Andalou and his guys at the factory.
I was there, I saw it all. I know who killed them.
Was it the Manchours?
Yeah. But they saw me.
And if they find me, I'm fucked! They'll kill me!
-[police siren] -Oh, shit.
-[tires screeching] -[officer] What are you doing here?
-You said you'd come alone. -They're not with me! Hey, guys?
Guys! Stay back, please!
-[officer] Hey! Stop! -No, wait, Léo! Hey!
Léo! Léo!
[frantic music playing]
Léo! Listen to me!
Hey! Léo! Léo!
[Léo] Go, go, go!
[engine roars]
[exhales] Fuck.
[panting]
[brooding music playing]
-[blows] -[groaning]
[distortion]
[bleak crackling]
-[Emma] No! -[woman 2] No!
No!
[panting]
[breathing calms down]
[soft wind whistling]
[atmospheric music playing]
[music rising]
[takes a long, steady breath]
You.
You. You.
And you.
[music continues]
[grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
[distant laughter]
[man] Here you go. And thank you.
Hey. Thanks a lot.
[indistinct chatter in distance]
[music shifts into a dramatic tone]
[brakes wail against the pavement]
[engine stops]
Emma?
Hi, Bastien.
[inhales slowly]
[Emma takes a breath in and lets it out]
You're not an easy man to find.
Even your coach wasn't sure if I would find you out here.
You're a real recluse.
Is that how you punish yourself?
[distant barking]
Why are you here?
After the fight, I lost my way.
It was bad.
I didn't look out for him.
I didn't see it coming.
[breathes shakily]
What happened, Emma?
[sniffles]
Six months ago, he left for Marseille to live with his cousin.
He was crashing at his place.
He started selling drugs with him.
A few days ago, I got this.
Mom, it's me. I'm in deep shit. Please, you gotta help me.
-[woman] Léo! -I gotta get out of here. Help, please!
[woman] Léo, they're here!
[stops recording]
And… his phone's been off since. I haven't heard anything from him.
-Have you talked to the cops? -Well, yeah. Of course I already called.
I went to the station, but they don't… They fed me a load of bullshit.
They assured me they'd look into it.
But I know they don't really care.
He's just another drug dealer to them.
But it's been five days now.
[Emma breathes heavily]
[cries]
I want you to find him.
I've got his cousin's address. His name is Hugo.
He lives in an apartment in Marseille.
He won't tell me where he is, but he'll tell you.
-Emma… -You owe him that!
[restrained dramatic music playing]
His father's dead because of you.
You owe us this.
Léo was very sick when he was a little boy.
I went on a pilgrimage for him, and I prayed to the Virgin.
And she saved my kid.
So take this rosary with you.
It'll bring you luck.
I'll pray.
And you'll bring my son home.
Hm? You'll bring him home.
Promise you will.
[music flows back in]
[emotional music rising]
[low humming stirs in the background]
[engine stops]
[faint voices drifting from afar]
[young man] Yo, who's that? Over there, that guy.
Looks like a mix of Ghost Rider. And…
-A guy you don't mess with. -Yeah, exactly.
Alright, boys?
[young man] Yeah.
What's your name, kid?
Dylan.
You live here?
Yeah. My place is upstairs. I was born in Building B.
Okay, Dylan-Building B. You see that motorcycle?
It's mine. Nobody gets close, nobody touches it.
If it's not there when I get back, your ass is mine, Building B.
Gotcha.
-[young man 1] Shit, dude… -[young man 2] Guy's crazy!
-For real. What the hell? -[young man 1] Crazy!
-[knocking] -[door creaks open]
Hugo? Léo?
[menacing music playing]
[music climbs]
[low percussion rumbles]
[sudden sting]
-Police. Put your hands on the wall. -[groans]
Fuck.
Spread your legs.
-Who are you? What are you doing here? -I'm looking for Léo. Léo Prince.
-Was told he'd be here. -What do you want with Léo?
His mom sent me. She's worried.
She got a message from him.
She said he was crashing here with his cousin Hugo.
[breathing heavily]
Stay against the wall. Don't move.
-What are you doing here? -I said back against the wall!
-Do it now! -Alright.
How do I know you're a real cop?
If I wasn't, you'd be dead.
[scoffs]
[tense music playing]
-Hugo? -[Kenza] Yeah, Hugo.
Yeah, Hugo. Oh man, they really beat the shit out of him.
They grabbed him, knocked him around, cracked his head a couple of times.
Lots of blood. I think he even went to the hospital.
-So you saw it all? -Oh, no! I wasn't there, yo.
So you don't know which hospital?
Bizé, in the ambulance, didn't they say "Clairval"?
I don't remember, man.
Clairval.
[hip-hop hums low from radio speakers]
[sarcastic] You're welcome!
My guy, you're such an idiot.
[soft echoes of kids at play]
What do you want Léo for?
He's your informant?
[indistinct chatter]
Is that why he's in such deep shit?
Just tell me.
Are you insane? I don't even know you.
-[car alarm beeps] -If you let me talk, you will.
Leave me alone, okay? This is police business.
-[engine starts] -[siren blares]
[breathes in and out]
[suspenseful music rises]
[ominous music playing]
Did you catch the kid?
Not yet, boss.
Get me the mercs.
[shouting] Get 'em all down here!
[tense music playing]
Where are we with the Andalou? Did he tell you where the stash is?
He hasn't said a word.
Out of the way!
[grunts]
-[blow] -[groans]
[groans softly]
Not doing so hot, huh?
Andalou. We know you just got 300 kilos of weed.
Plus ten kilos of coke.
You don't wanna fuck with us.
Tell me where the merch is, this all goes away.
[faintly] Go fuck yourself.
[chuckles]
-Gimme the fuckin' phone. -Fuck you.
Your family…
[terrified screams over phone]
Look at them!
I said look at them!
Look!
-[laughs] -[screams persist]
-[boisterous laughter] -No! No, no, no! No.
No, no! [cries]
No… No, no, no…
-How old's your baby girl? -Stop it! Don't hurt them.
-Huh? -Don't…
Fifteen? Sixteen? That right?
[gasping]
So?
Tell me!
Okay!
The drugs are at the autonomous port. Warehouse 7, Container 19.
Mwah! Great.
Send a team. I'll wait for the mercs.
[sobbing]
ENTRANCE PARKING P1
[far-off police sirens echo]
RAMSAY HEALTH CLAIRVAL PRIVATE HOSPITAL
What are you doing here?
Waiting for you. They won't let me see Léo's cousin.
-He's in intensive care. -I told you to stay out.
Either way, I'm finding Léo.
-I'm not doing anything illegal. -Yeah.
It feels it's just you looking for him.
Give me your number. I'll call you after I speak with him.
-That's not how this works. I'm coming. -What do you mean?
It works the way I say it does!
This is a dangerous situation. I don't need you. Leave me alone.
I made a promise to his mom.
I'm bringing her son home.
Are you his father?
It's complicated.
It's complicated? Well, I don't need more complications.
ENTRANCE A
I killed his father.
I was an MMA fighter. A pro.
Two years ago, I killed his father during a match.
I do the talking, not you.
And I make the calls, okay?
[brooding music creeping in]
WANTED NOTICE - LÉO PRINCE
You post these all over!
Even in hoods that don't belong to us.
Everyone's gotta know!
Oh! And 10K to the guy who finds him!
The cop's looking for the kid too.
We need to teach her a lesson.
-[music stops] -[heart monitor beeps steadily]
Hi, Hugo. My name is Kenza. I'm with the police.
I have some questions about your cousin Léo.
-[doctor] Second-degree burns. -[Kenza] Are you up for that?
[doctor] They used a screwdriver to pierce both his knees.
They broke six fingers and four ribs.
One of which then punctured his lung.
Did they beat you up to find Léo?
Would you recognize them?
They had masks.
Okay.
Did you tell them where he is?
I don't know where he is.
I told them, I didn't know.
I told them, but they…
They just kept going.
[pensive music playing]
Hugo, do you recognize this girl?
[breathes heavily]
Inaya.
I don't know her that well…
I know her sister, Fatou.
[Kenza] Fatou?
She works at the Pop Club.
That's where we met them.
Okay.
[coughing]
I wanna know who these guys are.
The Manchours.
They're insane. Everybody's scared shitless of them.
[tense music playing]
Stay here.
-What the hell are you doing here? -Nothing special.
Came to see a friend, but…
Apparently there was an accident? A bad scene?
[Moussa] It's unfortunate. But you know Marseille, hm?
Things are tense.
It's the heat, you know? Makes guys nervous.
Makes them do ugly things. Hm?
Be careful.
Is that a threat?
[chuckling]
Tell your boss I'm not scared of them.
Fuck. You're brave.
I am, yeah. Fuck off and get outta here!
Come on, get outta here! Come on, go!
[Moussa] She can do whatever she wants, but she'll always smell like kerosene.
[Kenji] Oh, hey! Say hi to your brother!
[both laugh]
[tense music rising]
[breathing heavily]
[baton clicks]
[cries in pain]
[screams]
[bone cracks]
[pained cries]
[agonized scream]
-[heavy blows land] -[groans in pain]
Stop it, what the hell. You'll kill them!
[thugs breathing heavily]
[panting]
[man] Someone call the police!
-Everything is okay. She is the police. -Are you okay?
-What did they do? -I don't know.
[breathes heavily]
-Have you completely lost your mind?! -Chief, they were threatening me--
Not another word!
This crusade against the Manchours, it's over. You've gone too far.
-Told you she'd do this. -Shut the hell up, Vasseur, please.
[Vasseur clears throat]
While we wait for Internal Affairs, I need your gun and badge.
That's not possible, I've got an informant waiting for me.
I warned you multiple times. I can't help you anymore.
[soft background chatter]
[door slams]
[quiet sets in]
[a light cough slips out]
[sniffles]
You'll keep me posted?
I'm sorry, I can't.
What?
-You don't believe me? -Of course I do.
But I think Canistra's right. You've gone too far.
You don't listen to anyone anymore. I can't…
I can't be out of a job right now.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
Wait, Kenza. Take a break, take a step back!
[inhales deeply]
Fuck.
[sirens trail off into the distance]
[sighs]
Fuck, this is not the time.
I just need the info from the kid at the hospital.
Don't piss me off. I was just suspended. It's a bad time, okay?
Sorry.
At least you've got nothing to lose.
Okay. He mentioned a place to check out called Pop Club.
Léo's girlfriend's sister works there. Her name's Fatou.
Thanks a lot.
Hold on.
The bouncers there get jumpy. I'm coming with you.
-Aren't you supposed to be suspended? -Fuck 'em.
What's your beef with the Manchours? Why did you freak out?
None of your business.
But you were right about Léo. He's my informant.
Apparently, he witnessed a murder.
He was telling me about it when he got spooked. A cop car.
The Manchours have been looking for him.
How do you know they haven't found him yet?
They pulled that stunt at the hospital 'cause they're scared I'll find him first.
He must be hiding out somewhere.
Let's find him before they do.
Find this fucking guy! Alright, boys?
I'm counting on you. Got it?
This is for the Manchours! We're in deep shit 'cause of this kid.
We find him tonight.
Come on, let's go!
[labored breathing]
-There's so many down there! -What?
I don't know how many there are, they're putting up posters!
-You sure? -Yeah! I saw them.
-Calm down. Take a breath. -At least 12--
Deep breaths.
It's okay.
Okay?
-I'm right here. -Yeah.
-I'm scared. -Look at me.
It's going to be okay.
[sobbing]
It's okay.
[Léo sobs softly]
[muffled electro track playing]
[crowd cheering]
[loud, clear music]
-[people laughing] -[lively conversation]
["Wanna Freak" by Tazi playing]
Let me do the talking.
-Hey! -Oh, hi! What would you like?
Fatou?
-Do I know you? -You don't.
I just want to talk to your sister. Any idea where I can find her?
-I've got nothing to say to you. -Hey, it's important.
Hey, let go! Stop. I said let go of me!
-Hey, hands off. -I just need a minute.
-You're not gonna get one. -Get off of me!
-I'm serious. -No, you're gonna shut up and leave. Now.
We just wanna talk, that's it.
-Eric, Phil, Martin, problem at the bar. -There's no problem.
[bouncer] Move it! Out of the way!
[electronic music continues]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[grunting]
-[groans] -[crowd shouting]
[grunts and groans]
-[aggressive grunting] -[groans]
Enough, we get the idea.
Okay, we're good.
Who the fuck's laughing now?
-Fuckin' clown! -Hey.
And if we ever see your ugly faces here again,
you're leaving in a body bag.
Let's go. Idiot.
[laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[tense music rising]
You okay?
Hey, answer me.
[man] Sir? Are you… okay?
Babe, no! Don't talk to him. The bouncers messed him up. Let's go.
[tense music continues]
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey! What are you doing? They'll kick your ass again.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, shit.
["Boom" by Primaal playing]
Eric! Eric!
-You didn't get it the first time? -[grunts]
Phil! Phil!
-Fatou! Hey! -Ah! No! Don't hurt me!
-I just want to talk to you, okay? -He's going to kill me!
-Hey! -[glass shatters]
[grunting]
-[strained grunts] -[glass shatters]
[cries in pain]
[bone cracks]
[bone cracking]
[pained groan]
[crowd exclaims]
[Bastien] Fatou!
[glass shatters]
-[crowd exclaims] -[spray hisses]
-[bone cracking] -[groans]
-[grunts] -[crowd gasps]
-[grunts] -[woman yelps]
[groans]
[woman cries]
-[woman screams] -[groans in pain]
[tense music playing]
[groans]
[grunts]
[loud groan]
[grunts]
[bouncer groans in pain]
-That's him! Help! Please! -[bottle shatters]
[grunts]
[crowd gasps]
-[man] Holy shit, he went flying! -[woman] You okay?
Get him, do something! Fuck!
[tense music continues]
[grunting]
[clang]
[grunts]
[strained grunt]
[bone cracks]
[groans]
[crowd exclaims]
[body thuds]
[bouncer grunts]
[panting]
[loud, heavy breathing]
[crowd exclaims]
[man] He's fucking crazy, man!
[man] They got him cornered.
[grunting]
[crowd gasps]
[Bastien spits]
[grunts]
[woman] Oh, fuck!
-No! -Fatou. Fatou, hey.
Don't be scared. We just wanna talk for a bit.
[gun cocks]
Out of my club, or I'll blow your head off!
[pulse quickens]
[abrupt halt]
-[blast of compressed air] -[crowd yells]
[quiet sets in]
[panting]
-[whimpers] -Hey, it's okay. Don't worry.
Breathe. Hey!
[groaning]
If you love your sister, you'll listen to me.
Please trust me.
[breathing shakily]
[indistinct murmuring]
Right.
She said her sister and Léo are staying at her mom's place for now.
-What if she warns them we're coming? -No, she understood we're trying to help.
Fuck…
-What's wrong? -This apartment's in a bad part of town.
Frais-Vallon. Cops haven't been able to set foot there for years.
-Good thing we're not cops then. -Yeah, 'cause you're a real subtle guy.
No, forget it. The lookouts will see us right away.
Not at night. We'll go tomorrow morning.
Here. We gotta clean you up.
[pensive music playing]
It's a beautiful view.
I'm sure paying enough for it. Take off your shirt.
[unzips pouch]
Oh, damn…
-What's wrong? -Nothing. You… got pretty hurt in there.
[chuckles]
-It's okay, I've had worse. -Here.
Thanks.
You, um…
-Get beat up a lot in the cage? -Yeah.
Did you always want to do it?
MMA?
It's always been part of my life, yeah.
I loved it.
I'd train every day.
Nonstop.
So I could be the best.
-No alcohol, no drugs, nothing. -No girlfriends? [chuckles]
[chuckling]
A few, anyway.
-Oh, just a few? -Yeah.
And then all at once…
I threw it all away.
I stopped fighting.
You fight to save a kid without a dad, even if you're the reason for it.
-What? -Nothing.
[laughing] Tell me. What?
[Bastien chuckles]
You live alone?
Yeah, I live alone. At the moment.
Who's that guy?
That's my brother.
Cool.
[soft, poignant music playing]
Something you should know.
Yes, I've got history with the Manchours.
That's what the shit at the hospital was about.
I grew up with them. My brother and I lived in the same neighborhood.
He started working with kids on the street.
When the Manchours started dealing, my brother pissed them off.
It was bad.
One night, they grabbed him and tied him to a chair.
They burned him alive.
They filmed it and sent me the video. That's how I found out.
After that, they disappeared.
Until about a year ago.
I'm really sorry.
With everything they've done, can't the cops put 'em away?
Impossible. It's like they're ghosts.
I'm the only one who thinks they've come back.
Even back then, they recruited guys as crazy as they were.
-Psychos. -Psychos, yeah.
But they're smart.
Always one step ahead, not to mention their other connections and networks.
That's how they're building an empire in Marseille.
But I'm gonna stop them.
I have to.
Thanks.
-You feeling better? -Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
Today, I beat up two guys, got suspended,
and I knocked out another guy with a flash ball.
Tomorrow, I'll probably get us killed.
So right now, I just want to relax.
Sex would be nice.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait…
-Who told you I wanted to? -You don't want to?
[motorcycles revving]
[sinister music playing]
[motorcycle backfiring]
[metal chains clinking]
[sinister music continues]
[car doors slamming]
What the hell is all this?
We're in a movie now or somethin'?
We want to propose a truce.
Excuse me?
We want peace.
Alright, go on.
We leave your territory alone.
No more war.
[chuckles]
-What do you want in exchange? -That's simple.
The Andalou's stash belongs to us now.
So everything goes through us.
Everything?
That's right.
The weed, the coke, the speed.
Everything.
Your hood is all yours.
It's just that the merchandise you sell will be ours.
Explain something to me first. Why would I come and work for you?
[metallic noises]
[distant yelling]
[Andalou cries in pain]
[desperate whimpering]
[sobbing]
[motorcycle starts and backfires]
[muffled protests and screams]
[muffled] No, please!
[wailing]
[Andalou screams]
[screaming]
[agonizing cries]
[squelching snap and crunch]
[Andalou whimpers faintly]
[groans]
[gunshot echoes]
So Mourad… do we have a deal?
[grunts of struggle in video]
[grunting continues]
-[blast of compressed air] -[crowd yells]
She's completely lost her mind.
[screaming in video]
Who is that?
Fatou, one of my servers.
-I want her here within the hour. -Okay.
-The guy who kicked their asses? Find him. -Right.
And you! Get me Alaoui!
Right away.
[indistinct chatter]
[dial tone]
[tense music playing]
There. Seventh floor.
[indistinct chatter]
-Morning. -Good morning.
I'm Chief Canistra, thanks for coming to see us.
I had a few questions about the fight last night.
[tense music continues]
This one.
I hear something. They're in there.
[knocking]
Léo, it's Kenza. Open the door.
-Kenza. -You okay?
Yeah…
What's he doing here?
[faint, indistinct chatter]
She's gonna to start a goddamn war.
Listen up!
All available emergency response teams, pack up and go to Frais-Vallon.
-[agent 1] All teams? -[Canistra] Yeah, all of you.
-Everyone. -[woman] Pack up! This isn't a vacation.
-[man 1] Get your stuff. -[woman] Let's go!
[man 2] Moving out!
[ominous music playing]
[phone buzzing]
Tell me you've got good news.
[man] I know where the kid is.
-No, I won't! No! -Come on, we have to go.
I'm not going anywhere with this son of a bitch!
Inaya, right?
Why don't you go pack a few things?
-I get that you're mad-- -You don't know anything about me!
I do know. But this isn't the time.
Once we're outta here, we can talk if you want.
If not, I'll disappear.
That's no problem, but we gotta go.
I don't even know why I'm listening to you at all!
Hey.
Think about her and how scared she is.
[suspenseful music playing]
Okay, let's go.
Hang on, wait.
You two, down to the end! Spread out and find him.
This way. Come on, over here.
Come on, come on. Let's go.
-[engine revs] -[tires screeching]
[blade whooshes]
[engine accelerates]
-Take the kids. -Come with us!
I said get 'em outta here!
[tense music playing]
Come on, let's move.
[engine accelerates]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[grunts loudly]
[clamoring]
[indistinct frantic screams]
[clamoring continues]
[music continues]
[music and clamor fade]
[footsteps echoing]
[heavy breathing]
[officer] Police! Freeze!
[clamoring]
Show me your hands!
Drop your weapons!
[indistinct orders from officers]
[distant police sirens]
[officer] Back up! Step back!
You okay?
-[officer 1] Close call. -[officer 2] Yeah, you can say that again.
Inaya!
Are you alright?
We're gonna make sure you're safe. An officer will take you home, okay?
Okay.
It'll be alright.
Captain? In my office.
Sarkissian too.
You want to wait for me over there? I'll be back.
[officer] Come on.
[Canistra] So, Alaoui. You like making trouble, don't you?
[Kenza] I'm not. Those are my witnesses.
[Vasseur] You're suspended! You understand what suspended means?
-Mind your own business, huh? -Stop! Stop.
[Canistra] You're both pissing me off! This is my office.
Show some respect. Start talking.
You okay?
Did Mom give you that?
She said it would help me find you. That it was good luck.
Do you want it back?
No.
Keep it.
[inhales]
I wanted to say…
I saw what you did for us.
You stuck your neck out. And you didn't have to.
So yeah, thanks.
But I can never forgive you.
Never.
It's not about being forgiven.
I did it because I…
You didn't believe me when I said I knew what you were going through.
And I get that, it makes sense.
Except that I do understand, Léo.
I was the same age as you when my dad died.
[poignant music playing]
I was angry.
I was angry with the world.
I stopped going to school.
I did a lot of stupid shit.
Fought all the time.
Ring a bell?
It fucking hurts, doesn't it?
It destroys you.
I'm sorry I brought it into your life.
[choked up] Does it ever stop?
No.
It's always part of who you are.
But you can transform it.
With the right people, you can turn it into a strength.
It happened to me.
I met some good people, and they…
helped me live with it.
I found peace.
[door opens]
So, she explained everything. I'll call the judge, mm? It'll be okay.
-Take his statement, would you? -And me?
-You observe. -Okay.
Come with us.
You'll have to tell me the rest.
How you dealt with your anger.
I'm interested.
As soon as you've given your statement, I'll take you back to your mother's.
What?!
Wait, wait, wait, wait. You can't let him start blabbing now!
You do what you gotta do, but the kid doesn't talk.
Hey! You think you got a choice? No!
You should've thought of that before you took our cash!
Should've thought of that before taking our coke and sleeping with our whores!
If I'm going down, you're going down too!
Filthy motherfucker!
They're taking him out of Marseille.
No one leaves Marseille.
[indistinct chatter]
[pensive music playing]
Tell us what you saw at the factory.
Go ahead.
I found him, Emma. He's okay.
Don't worry. He's safe now.
We're, uh… we're with the cops.
He saw some things he shouldn't have seen. They're getting a statement.
-I'm not with him now. He's with them. -[beeping]
-As soon as they're done, I'll bring him. -[phone rings]
Yup?
Understood.
Shots fired at Sebastopol. Damien! Let's go!
[suspenseful music playing]
[beep]
[man] Hello?
Okay, we're on it.
Hicham, get a move on.
We're being dispatched. Get your vest.
Let's go. Move.
-Move! -[beep]
[man] Shots fired, unit 3-5 responding.
A few weeks back, I started getting closer with the Andalou and his crew.
I even did a bit of work for them.
Then, a few days ago, I heard them talking.
It was about a meet-up, a big one.
Some sort of meeting with their contacts.
They didn't want me there. I was still new.
But I wanted to know more…
So I just went.
Why? I never asked you to do anything that dangerous.
I know it was stupid. I know.
Anyway, whatever.
[man] Mr. Andalou!
How's it going? We had a pretty long drive.
Hope this is worth it!
[Andalou] It'll be worth it, don't worry. Come on in.
[tense music playing]
[metallic crash]
[breathing shakily]
[weapons cocking]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Léo] When I got inside, the Manchours had already jumped the Andalou's crew.
[Abdel] So, what do you think? Hm?
The lives of your men for your precious drugs.
-[Andalou] I'd rather die, Abdel! -Really?
[grunts]
[man] Hey, move it!
Get off me! I'll kill you!
[Léo] It was a trap. Organized by the Andalou's contact.
[man] Hey! Shut the fuck up, now! Shut up!
[Abdel] Here, for you.
-[Kenza] Who was the contact? -[man] What are you doing?
[Léo] I don't know. He had a hat on. He was far away.
[man] Son of a bitch! Traitor! Fuck you!
One of the Andalou's guys got pissed when they realized he had sold them out.
-[man] Look at me now! -[Abdel] Whoa! This one's nervous.
[Léo] That's when the Manchours' boss…
[Abdel] You got some nervous guys.
-[Léo] Just lost it. -You know what I do to nervous guys? Hm?
Do you know?!
[grunts]
[metallic clinking]
[unsettling music rising]
[frantic music playing]
[Abdel] Catch them! I want them both!
[music surges, then eases]
So, you saw Abdel Manchour kill a man with your own eyes, is that right?
Yeah.
Léo.
When I saw you in the lot…
why did you freak out when the cops showed up?
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
Right.
Okay. C'mon, we got a call.
-Got it. -Bring your vest.
[multiple phones ringing]
What's going on? Where is everyone?
I don't know.
-[music darkens] -[phones continue ringing]
[Kenza] Why were you scared?
Because of the guy in the cap?
I heard the Andalou talking about it.
You can trust me. Tell us.
They call him The Cop.
A mole?
There's a fucking mole.
What?
Y-you don't think it's me?
[sudden sting]
-Benoit! -[chokes]
[yelps] No, wait!
-What are you doing?! -I'm really sorry. I don't have a choice.
I have to kill him. You don't know what they're capable of--
[gunshot]
-[groans] -[gasps]
[panting]
[violent power surge]
[Bastien] What's going on?
[gunshots]
[brooding music playing]
[heavy footsteps approaching]
-[gunfire] -[glass shattering]
[whizzing bullets]
[cartridge cases clinking]
[grunts]
Come on, let's go!
Come on!
[gunfire continues]
-[glass shatters] -[bullets whizzing]
[grunting]
[all panting]
They're here for the kid.
Emergency exit, let's go!
-[man growling behind the door] -Come on, let's go! Hurry!
[banging on door]
Wait here.
[banging continues]
[beastly growl]
[pounding continues]
[growling and pounding continue]
[tense music playing]
[sudden burst of gunfire]
[sadistic laughter]
[laughter continues]
[panting]
[intense suspenseful music playing]
[Abdel exclaims]
[laughs]
Fucking good to see you too, Alaoui!
How long's it been?
Ten years?! 15?!
-[continues laughing] -[gunfire]
[Abdel] So, you think you're fucked yet?
-Alaoui?! -Kenza, come on.
Let's go!
[Abdel] Don't be scared. Hey!
-Come to Daddy, come on! -[gunshots]
[gunfire impacts]
Hey, you. Do me a favor.
Eh?
[screaming]
[groans]
[exhales]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[Kenza] Careful! -[gunshot]
Oh!
[screams]
Fucking bitch!
-Open the door! -[banging]
[pounding on door]
[Abdel] Don't piss me off, Alaoui!
Don't make me mad!
Give me the kid and we'll leave, I swear!
-You know me! Hey! -[pounding on door]
You know I'm a man of my word! Give me the kid and we'll go!
Open up! Come on, you son of a bitch, open up!
You bitch!
-Open the door, now! -Here.
-What about you? -There's just two.
No way! You take it.
[gunfire]
[Abdel screams]
[gunfire]
[Abdel continues banging]
[gunfire]
[banging on door]
He's not there.
[Abdel grunts]
Where the fuck are they?
-[panting] -[cocks weapon]
[gunshot]
- [Bastien] Kenza! - [whimpers]
[grunts]
[groans]
[blade whistles]
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
[ominous music playing]
[gunfire]
[Bastien groans]
[grunts]
[casings clink]
Take it off him!
[cartridge cases clatter]
-[continuous growling] -[bullets whizzing]
[grunts]
[groans in pain]
[ominous music playing]
[whistles]
Hey, snitch!
Right here.
[grunting]
[growls]
[glass shattering]
[Kenza coughs]
[grunts]
[groans]
[panting]
[groaning]
[tense music playing]
[tense music rises]
[both strain and grunt]
[groans]
You're not showing off anymore, are you? I'm gonna bury you!
[Kenza whimpers]
[growls]
[groans in pain]
[groans]
-[glass shattering] -[growls]
[whimpering]
[cries]
[thwack]
[groans]
[clinking]
[Bastien grunts]
[groaning]
[screams in pain]
[music darkens]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[Kenza whimpers]
You know what? If I had a match, you'd burn just like your brother.
[panting]
[music rises]
[yells]
[agonized scream]
[grunts]
[thud]
-[flesh squelches] -[screams]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[yells]
[screams]
[bones crack]
[whimpering]
[bone cracks]
[panting]
[Kenza] Bastien…
It's over…
[pensive music playing]
It's all over.
[police sirens approaching]
[tires screeching]
[music rising]
[pensive music continues]
[quiet tide rolling in]
[distant seagulls crying]
[pensive music rising]
[breathing heavily]
[music turns emotional]
What you lookin' at?
You're loving this.
What's not to love?
What do you think you'll do now, Bastien?
Who knows?
Maybe find something new to fight for.
["Vortex" by John Carpenter playing]
[music continues]
[music ends]