01x10 - Big Shot

[bunniefuu]

[panting]

- [Thomas] f*ck…

- Hold on. Hold on.

Go.

Okay.

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck! There's someone.

There's a guy there.

- Wait. Wait.

- [man] What, now?

- Okay, sure. I'll be right there.

- Stop.

[Thomas] All right, go.

Wait. Hang on.

[engine revs]

Let's go. Let's go.

f*ck. Just walk normally.

Walk normal. Be natural. Walk normal.

Come on.

[men chatting]

[man 2] I don't really think

that was a big deal.

[Franck] Come on.

[motorcycle approaching]

[man whistles]

- [man whistles]

- [engine revs]

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[man] Hey!

[panting]

[Thomas]

Oh, f*ck. Start the engine.

Let's go.

Start the f*cking engine!

[engine starts]

[tires squeal]

[loud bang]

[car alarm blaring]

[man] Get out, you m*therf*cker.

Where the f*ck are you going? Get out!

[theme music playing]

[Thomas]

This is all your fault, Franck.

Why did you wanna go back to the hospital?

What if I talk to Tony?

I'm gonna try to make it right with him.

If we'd run off before, we'd be dead.

We're not gonna make it.

I know it, we're not.

We'll get out of this, don't worry.

[Thomas sobbing softly]

[tires screech]

All right, Thomas.

[engine turns off]

[car door opens]

[door slams]

[car approaching]

f*ck.

[engine turns off]

[Tony] Mabs,

deal with this son of a b*tch.

They in there?

It's Tony.

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[Tony] What were you guys thinking?

That you would just run away?

Who's telling the truth here?

[Franck] He is.

I'm the one that gave him the camera.

f*ck! You gave a camera

to my little brother?

I didn't think it would

end up like this, Tony.

I thought…

I didn't want him…

I didn't want him

to end up in the hospital.

Know what happens now?

I put a b*llet in your head.

I just wanted him to have a small camera,

to use for the day, to film the streets.

He promised he would film from far away.

- What did I f*cking say?

- I know, but it's the f*cking label!

- They wanted crazy shots!

- What do you mean the label?

[Steve laughs]

[inaudible]

[Steve] Keep talking.

My guys will be here soon.

I swear, the footage we have is great.

We can make something out of it.

We have something really great.

- [Moussa] What are you doing?

- Your little brother, I'm so sorry.

Just k*ll them already!

And that son of a b*tch.

They have too much on us.

- [Franck] I didn't mean for Kylian…

- Can't decide?

Your label wants footage?

Film his face.

- Film this sh*t!

- What are you doing?

- Stop it! No, don't sh**t me!

- [Tony] Wait!

[g*nsh*t]

[high-pitched noise]

- [Tony] What are you doing?

- [Moussa] What?

You don't think the cops

will come looking for them?

You wanna talk? Film this!

I'm here, so is Mabs. Tell us

you wanna leave and quit all this. Huh?

[Mabs] What's he mean you're leaving?

He's quitting 'cause he's better than us.

You didn't wanna k*ll him

because you wanted out.

You've changed since you got back.

And you'd rather tell him

than your own brother!

Nothing to say?

You know why? Because you're a traitor!

I'm a traitor?

After all I've done for you,

I'm a traitor?

That's right, traitor.

Hey, guys, you have to do this now or

- [groans]

- [g*nsh*t]

f*ck, Moussa!

[coughs]

[Tony] It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, Mouss.

- Where'd he get shot?

- [Tony] He got hit in the shoulder.

[g*nsh*t]

[Tony] Mabs!

- [man] You f*ck!

- [rapid g*nf*re]

They're Steve's b*tches!

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

f*ck, we're gonna die!

- [g*nf*re]

- [whimpering]

[Tony] f*ck you, b*tches!

Oh, my God.

- [g*nf*re]

- [yelps]

[Tony] You m*therf*ckers!

[screams]

[g*nf*re continues]

Okay, come on. We gotta get out of here!

[g*nshots]

[Thomas] Franck!

[g*nf*re]

[b*llet clanks]

[muffled]

Come on, man, let's go. Hurry!

Now! Come on! Go!

- [Thomas whimpering]

- Hurry! Run to me!

Hurry!

[g*nf*re]

- [b*llet hits]

- [Thomas groans]

[g*nf*re continues]

[Franck] Oh, f*ck.

Thomas! f*ck!

[g*nshots]

[Franck sobbing]

[distant g*nf*re]

[Tony screams]

I'll k*ll all of you!

- [expl*si*n]

- [Franck] f*ck!

- [distant g*nf*re]

- [men yelling indistinctly]

[breathes shakily]

I didn't want… I don't want this.

I don't want this.

[sniffs]

I'm sorry, Tony.

[loud g*nshots]

- [man yelling indistinctly]

- [g*n fire]

f*ck, Thomas, you were right.

I'm gonna die.

[sobs] I'm gonna die here.

- [men yelling]

- [g*nf*re continues]

[loud bangs]

[silence]

[whimpers]

[indistinct walkie-talkie chatter]

- [door bangs]

- [man] There he is!

f*ck.

[man 3] Permission to intervene!

Suspect in sight!

[footsteps approaching]

[Franck] sh*t.

[indistinct yelling]

[loud bang]

[men yelling indistinctly]

- [man 4] Don't move!

- [man 5] Get him, get him!

Take cover, you guys!

[Tony] Let me go!

Get your hands off of me!

- [man 4] Put your weapon down!

- [man 5] Stop running!

[Tony] Get the f*ck off me, I said!

[man 6] Hands up!

[Franck] f*ck. Where the hell am I?

[man 6] On the ground!

[officer] You're going away

for 30 years, my friend.

[Tony] Think I give a f*ck?

I don't give a f*ck!

[officer] Captain, we got Tony Kamara.

I'm bringing him in.

[door opens]

sh*t.

[police sirens wailing]

Oh, no…

[camera beeps]

Don't f*cking die on me!

f*ck!

[camera clatters on concrete]

[beeps]

[Franck breathes heavily]

[door creaks]

[slams]

[camera beeps]

[shuts off]

[French hip-hop playing]

DEDICATED TO NADIL AND HIS FAMILY

WISHING THEM STRENGTH.