01x07 - Episode 7

[bunniefuu]

Oh f*ck.

-It's Simon. Leave a message.

-Oh, f*ck.

It's Simon. Leave a message.

-Sweetie.

-What?

-Have you seen Daddy?

-No, let me sleep.

-Léo. Have you seen Dad?

-Mm?

-You seen Dad?

-What are you talking about?

Leave me alone.

It's Simon--

Alex? Alex?

Did Simon come home last night?

What? I don't know.

Oh, thank God.

I was starting to freak out.

f*ck.

Why? What's wrong?

Nothing.

I had a nightmare.

Mm.

CASH QUEENS

Come on.

Come on. Hurry up.

Let's go. Everyone be quiet, okay? Yeah?

Oh my God! Rosa!

The f*ck is this? What is he doing here?

He's the father of my kids.

He's coming with us.

It's fine, Sofia. Let's go.

No way!

-We're going on vacation in a Mercedes?

-Your mom's a weed dealer for sure, dude.

Shut up, as*h*le.

Your mom sucks d*ck for money.

-Oh!

-No one sucks dicks.

-Hey, come on.

-Everyone in the car, now.

-He started it.

-Shut it, as*h*le.

-Alright, let's go. Come on, baby,

-In the car, now! Stop it!

Hurry. Come on, pick it up.

Mom, uh… I'll just be a second.

Can you be with the kids?

You need some help?

No. It's better if you stay with the kids.

We'll be quick.

Front door opening.

Okay.

-Thanks.

-Go ahead.

-Okay.

-We good?

Okay.

-Let's go!

-Hey.

Girls.

Gotta admit, bravo.

That was brilliant,

the fake beards, the voice modulators.

Son of a b*tch.

I had no choice. I'm really sorry, Rosa.

Right. Can't stand by while you

undermine me stealing my g*ns

Feel me? Therefore,

I'm obligated to k*ll a few of you.

Wait, what?

You said you'd just take the money.

Oh, shut up. You didn't miss a beat

ratting your woman out.

I promise, Rosa, I'd never do that.

I, on the other hand, have ethics.

I'll spare the preggo.

What?

Which one is it?

Yo! Which one is it?

Doing it this way?

You, old broad.

You may have puffed up your face a bit,

but it's pretty clear

the baby factory's closed.

Now you.

I know

you haven't been f*cked in five years.

Alex…

Well, sperm isn't your thing.

And Kim. Mm.

Well, I've got doubts about you.

Okay.

It's true, I get around, but…

I take precautions.

I'm sure you do. Thank you.

Rosalie?

Rosalie?

Is it you?

Whose is it?

It's yours. You moron.

I'm so sorry.

Solved.

Eenie… meenie… miney… moe…

You're… the one… who has… to… go.

Because you're… the… only one…

who still… gets… on… the rag.

No! No!

Please, man. Don't do this.

No, please. Please, I'm begging you.

Please don't k*ll me, please, please.

Ezéchiel, please don't.

Don't do it.

Please don't do… Please, I'm begging you.

Just take the money and leave.

You'll never see us again.

-Don't do this, please.

-Take the money! You can have it!

Take all the money, take it!

Please.

Hey, I'm only messing! Oh!

Untwist your panties!

You're my little miracles.

You're working for me from now on.

Am I clear?

Am I clear?

-Got it.

-Yes!

-Yes, yes.

-We've got it.

We'll do it.

There we go. Now, we're talking business.

Take the money, guys.

Watch out.

That being said, I'll be fair to you.

I'll give you each a 100K upfront.

And another hundred after.

Hey, smile, ladies.

It's an opportunity.

It's a good thing, am I right?

Alright, go get in your crappy cars,

relax, and head on home.

I'll let you know when I'm ready.

Let's go.

Rosalie, I promise you.

I wouldn't do that.

Stay away from me. Stop talking to me.

Why didn't you say anything?

I'm really sorry, I am.

That's the price you pay for snitching.

Don't push me, ladies.

Come on, I'm bored, do it!

Now you're it! Chase me!

-You can't catch me.

-Girls.

Girls, I'm sorry. We can't go

on vacation after all, I'm sorry.

-What?

-Not fair!

-But why not?

-I know, it sucks.

But you promised! That's lame.

-We'll go another time.

-Goddammit. This always happens.

You're always promising stuff

and not doing it.

Come on, Younès.

Mom, can you please look after the kids

for the time being?

Come on, kids, let's go.

It's okay, sweetie.

Come on, munchkins, let's go.

Mommy? Is Daddy coming?

Uh…

Uh, Daddy… He, uh…

Yeah, he's been…

He's been, uh… Um…

Um, Dad's been…

He's been…

See, he had something important to do.

He's been asked to find

a treasure in the garbage.

Mm. But it's not fair.

Nobody else could do it?

No, because he's the trash king.

But we haven't gotten

to see him in so long.

It was our turn.

Why's he gotta go to work now?

I know, uh…

It's unfair.

'Cause sometimes grown-ups don't get

to decide when they have to leave us.

But… but it's not fair.

I know.

He split?

That it?

Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be here. I'm a real man.

Yo, dude. What's up?

GPS got you all mixed up, huh?

Uh, no. I came to see Rosalie Perez.

Ah, that's too bad.

Why?

She's grieving. Her husband just died.

Her husband?

Again? That is, uh… he's properly dead?

Well, yeah.

This is impossible.

What's he saying?

Not to be indiscreet, but how did he…

-Assassinated.

-Aye, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi.

b*llet in the brain.

Yeah, poor guy.

Pfft.

Terrible. Just awful.

Would you mind giving her this from me?

You can tell her it's from Victor,

and that I'm… I'm sorry.

Okay, my dude.

We've got it covered, no problem.

Thanks, dude.

-Right, guys. Give him his car back.

-Ah, ah, yes.

Oh, I see, they are… inside it.

Uh, pardon me.

-Yo, close his door for him.

-Thank you.

I'm made of solid hard steel

Alright, come on.

…my dreams…

And lost what makes us so real

-p*ssy.

-He's a simp.

For real.

You want me on your side

I can't be on both ends

I just want you to be mine

Cut wide open

But I have to survive

Go with the motion

Come join me on my ride

Want your devotion…

So, Panama. How was it?

Hang on, hang on, don't make fun of her.

She might've flown there and back today.

-She took a private jet.

-La vida loca.

She's a millionaire.

Ha, ha, ha!

g*dd*mn assholes! Shut up already!

Jennifer.

Grab your phone. Tell me

what 100,000 divided by 9 is, please.

What?

I said, how much is 100,000 divided by 9?

If you please, Jennifer?

11,111.

11,111? Hmm.

11,111?

Eleven thousand,

one hundred f*cking eleven!

Eleven thousand, one hundred eleven?

Eleven thousand, one-eleven!

Mm?

-Here.

-Oh.

-Whoa, Kim, what's this?

-Open it. Go on.

Oh, sh*t.

You happy? Anybody else wanna make

yet another dumbass jab at me?

Whoa.

Well, bon appétit, everyone.

POLICE STATION

CASTEL BANK

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

ALEX - INTERNSHIP AT CASTEL BANK

CBP EMPLOYEE SINCE OCT 22, 2021

HOSTAGE AT CASTEL BANK

TWO BLOOD TYPES

How are you?

Want a coffee?

Uh, it's not looking good.

What?

I think Rosalie

is mixed up in the robberies.

To be honest,

if she is involved, I'm happy for her.

I hope that means

she'll fill up the fridge.

Sofia, this is really serious.

I'm not joking about this.

So call her up

and tell her we're coming over.

Sorry? You think

you'll find the cash there?

No. I have to compare her blood

with the one we found at the bank earlier.

No, don't pull me into this sh*t.

You've lost your mind.

You picture Rosa holding up a bank?

Look, I have no idea,

and that's why I need to find out.

So help me.

You know I don't want to have

to bring her in again.

Please.

Hey, baby girl.

You doing okay?

Look, I brought some pastries

from Grandma Dja. They're makroudhs.

I'm not very hungry.

Well, we'll be outta your hair, then.

Malik, it's a bad time, yeah?

You look upset, something wrong?

It's all good. I'm fine.

Can you make us some tea?

Um…

Of course. If you want.

Thanks.

You guys want sugar?

-No, I'm good.

-No, thanks.

Work been good overall?

Not been too stressful?

You talking about the robberies?

Well, I mean…

Not just that.

Hey, idiot! Now the DNA is messed up!

That's her glass.

I was gonna swipe a sample.

Ah, f*ck. It slipped my mind.

How are you gonna get the sample?

A swab from the office.

Can I see?

Come on, please. I love that sh*t.

-Don't mess it up.

-Okay.

Simon doing well?

Yeah, he's fine.

Can you tell him to come by the station?

He didn't report in

like he was supposed to.

Yeah, but…

I can't get involved.

Oh…

Why'd you bring him up like that?

They broke up. She's with Castel.

Keep up, she dropped Castel

and got back with Simon.

-I'm sorry I can't read minds!

-You're a cop, aren't you?

Hey, Rosa. It's clearly a bad time.

We'll head out.

Right? Let's just go.

Okay. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Close the door on your way out.

We will.

Let's go.

Hey! Hold on!

Uh, uh, I can help you with that.

Malik. Malik.

Over here.

Look.

You're f*cking gross, Sofia.

It's what you want.

There's plenty of her DNA.

Blood at the bank…

was from a pregnant woman.

Dammit.

Let's go.

A four point drop in the last week.

Catastrophic.

They f*cked me over every which way,

those thieves.

I can't even keep my promises.

I don't know what else I can do,

I've tried everything.

No.

There's one more thing.

So this car here is a blue Renault Master.

License plate DK-336-GN.

Don't get it wrong.

Okay, I've put together a little

simulation to make sure it's clear.

So, the first team in the truck

is gonna slam into the van head on.

We gotta bring the thing to a halt.

Then, the second team in the ambulance

will get right behind the truck

to sandwich it in.

Then, you get out.

You get the driver and the passenger

out of the Renault.

You get in,

and you get the f*ck outta there.

Got it?

Well, the thing is, Ezéchiel,

we rob banks.

We've never robbed a van.

Then let me clarify what's gonna happen,

'cause I don't think you get it.

If I tell you to put on a dolphin costume

and do some dance moves, you're doing it.

And if I tell you ladies to rob a van…

you're robbing it.

You feel me?

All you need to know is that the robbery

will go down Sunday at 6:15.

-At the port of Martigues.

-It's election night.

That's the point.

Cops will all be with your husband.

You'll wear the fake beards, so they think

it's being done by the same robbers.

So I'm in the clear.

And what's in the van?

200 kilos of coke, but not your business.

And stop sulking already.

You're pissing me off.

Come on, Ezéchiel.

She's grieving, you know that.

I don't give a f*ck.

That was your fault.

You wanted to be badass.

You brought this f*ck upon yourselves.

-What are you doing?

-Nothing.

Okay.

Didn't work.

My fellow citizens.

I've gathered you here today to assure you

that I will continue to honor

my commitments

by taking action.

However, I do regret to inform you

of some alarming urban planning reports

that have recently come in.

Asbestos is everywhere

in the region of Trévise.

And since I would never jeopardize

the health of my citizens,

and since I've made unsanitary living

conditions the absolute highest priority,

I will thoroughly clean the area,

both figuratively and literally.

And this is why, starting January 2026,

I intend to raze this region

to make room

for the new Provence Shopping.

Let us spend our hard-earned money

instead of having it be taken

by thieves and th*gs

who destroy our suburbs.

HANDS OFF MY HOOD

Get out of our city!

I'm so sorry about this, girls.

I had no idea, I swear to you.

So what's that b*stard gonna do with them?

General proposals of low-income housing

across all of France.

For them to take or leave.

That is?

That is, if you're offered a place

in bumfuck nowhere but you don't want it,

then find an affordable

two-bedroom yourself.

f*ck.

Okay.

One silver lining is

they're gonna split up my family.

I'm so done with them lately.

This is all our fault.

CITÉ TRÉVISE WILL BECOME PROVENCE SHOPPING

No G*ntrification! Hands off our city!

This can't happen here.

We have to fix this.

-Hey, Valou.

-Hey, baby.

-I don't have you on the books today.

-I've gotta talk to you, it's important.

We're getting together tonight.

I imagine you can tell

I'm not here to box.

Ladies, I gotta speak with you.

Come on. Hey, Sev, Sev, come on.

Everyone come over here.

We're gonna fight against

this new construction. This is our turf.

Eight o'clock, kids' club, mark it down.

Keep it hidden from your men.

This is a secret society for b*tches.

Tell everyone you know.

Every girl in Trévise.

You can count on me, babe.

-Can I count on you?

-Of course.

Of course, Sofia. Don't worry,

we're not gonna be stomped all over.

Thank you, Karima.

How's it going?

-Yo, Alex, Kim! How's it going?

-Great, you?

Hey, ladies.

-Hey… counting on you tonight.

-Okay. Yeah.

-Promise?

-Yeah. We got you.

-Everything good?

-Yeah, it's good. And you?

-All good.

-Tonight is serious, we're not messing.

Oh, Kim. I told you I'll be there.

Ah, Zénobie. I know you, girl.

-Okay, leave her alone.

-We'll be there.

-See you tonight, ladies.

-Tonight.

TEXTILE PRINTING

SOUND & LIGHTING RENTAL

-Hello, gentlemen.

-Hello.

ALIKE LOOK

Ah, we gotta switch.

LOOK-ALIKE

Okay.

See, 'cause its wordplay.

Yeah, sure.

Um… I need this printed.

Uh-huh. Unfortunately,

we only do bulk orders, ma'am.

Wholesale only.

Gotta be at least 500 euros

minimum per order.

That works. 'Cause I need 100,000 worth.

Do some in every size.

I trust your judgment.

Can I get a receipt?

Of course.

This will be an open-air

commercial center that will create…

The f*ck is this

Provence Shopping bullshit?

…over 180 jobs.

Well, what brings you in, buddy?

And where am I gonna sell coke

without my hood?

I knew from the beginning

you'd f*ck me over.

Stop mouthing off like a child,

I beg of you.

You're an adult, right?

-You're 40!

-This is my promise…

Of course I'm gonna raze your city!

I mean, what did you think?

You k*lled my rooster.

I'm gonna destroy you.

You're pissing me off

with that g*dd*mn rooster.

You've no more territory.

You're nobody now.

So I should speak better?

Ah.

Well, here's what we'll do.

You'll give me three shops

at this f*cking Provence Shopping.

And I'm taking over the Catalans hood, so

my business can keep going without worry.

That work?

You're adorable, you know.

You have no f*cking idea.

You better get ready

for what's coming, bro.

That van filled with coke.

The robbers will jack it for me.

So carry on with your cops

until I get my 200 kilos.

And the robbers will be yours

on election night.

Thanks to me,

you'll keep your damn promises.

Show some gratitude.

"I'm so grateful." You're welcome, buddy.

Don't treat me like I'm an idiot.

You think I'll believe

that you can get the robbers?

Well, the man who ratted them out

is floating in the river as we speak.

See for yourself.

YOUTH AND CULTURE CENTER

Thanks for coming, girls.

We need all of you tonight.

What is she doing here? Huh?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I'm out of here.

-Hold on, wait.

-No, no, no. Don't leave, please!

I understand why you're angry.

So I'll leave. You can stay.

You have to listen to Rosalie.

It's very important.

-No, what the hell?

-No, no, no, chill out.

-No, no, don't leave.

-I swear to you. Just five minutes.

Everyone stop!

Listen to her, and after,

you can leave if you want!

-I don't listen to f*cking racists.

-Stop that. What's wrong with you?

You think she'd be here

if she were r*cist?

Of course, she's r*cist.

You blind? Her husband is r*cist.

-He wants to kick us out.

-Yeah!

Please!

Everyone just listen! Please!

Stop!

Okay, so she married a loser,

but so many of you have too.

Yeah.

-Come on, sit down.

-No, we won't.

-But, fine, we'll listen.

-Thank you.

Ladies.

We're depending on you

to change things here.

We gotta stick together.

We can't do anything if we're only

looking out for ourselves. Okay?

Let's rob these sons of b*tches,

time for payback, right?!

Huh?

-What's she talking about?

-It's a figure of speech, chill!

Sort of.

Okay, forget it.

Um…

First, an enormous thank you all

for being here on such short notice.

Between work, your kids, your homes.

Thank you, seriously.

Kim is right.

We've got to play hardball for real.

And defend our territory like lionesses.

Until then, we're getting treated

like b*tches here.

Exactly our point.

That's exactly right.

Our whole lives, we've been stepped on.

We were told the lion

was the king of the jungle.

But you know what he does?

He sleeps 20 hours a day.

Meanwhile, the lionesses hunt,

they raise the cubs,

and they protect their f*cking territory.

Lionesses stick together.

They're fair and split things equally.

And the only time sh*t gets bad

is when the hunt is done.

Wanna know why?

Because the lion

has gotta have the first bite.

Like at home, exactly.

-Yeah.

-Let's show our fangs, b*tches.

Okay, that's well and good,

but what are we supposed to do?

We've got a plan. They're all gonna burn.

We'll save our homes.

Those of you who are game, meet us

tomorrow at the old frozen food factory.

Girl power!

Yeah, girl power! Whoo!

-Djalil, what are you doing here?

-What? I'm also a lioness.

I wanna be one of you b*tches.

Hell yeah, let's go!

When I say, "Girl,"

you say, "Power!" Girl!

Power!

-Girl!

-Power!

-Girl!

-Power!

-Girl!

-Power!

Jesus, they've all gone mad or what?

Means they're all on the rag.

Oh. Red Sea in their underwear.

Ah.

Lieutenant. Captain.

We found the body this morning.

Motherfuck…

What now? Problem?

It's Simon Krief,

married to Rosalie Perez.

We found something else in there,

inside the body.

Not there.

Now that's dirty money, right, guys?

Malik.

Rosa.

What's wrong?

We just found Simon.

Meaning?

We found his body.

He's dead.

What happened?

Looks like he was shot.

His body is at the morgue,

but you'll be able to see him tomorrow.

If there's something

you need to tell me, do it now.

After, I can't help you.

I need to be alone.

Of course.

Oh! Hey, Malik.

My guy, what's going on?

-Huh?

-Seeing Rosa?

Well, obviously. Just grabbed a new

apple saffron flavor. Wanna smoke?

-Simon was k*lled.

-What?

I just told her.

Wait, he's…

-He's dead, like, for real?

-Where'd you get that cactus?

It was a gift.

From Ezéchiel.

Ezéchiel?

I mean, yeah.

Be good to Rosa.

Gotcha.

Okay! As you know, on Sunday,

our regional president,

Mr. Marionnaud, will be reelected.

We know this event is going to be used

as a cover to move 200 kilos of cocaine.

Sunday at 6:15 exactly,

a Renault Master filled up with cocaine

will leave the Martigues port

and will be robbed by an armed g*ng.

This information is highly confidential,

so keep quiet, got it?

We will only intervene once the bags

of drugs reach their destination.

We'll then grab the ringleader

and apprehend Ezéchiel.

Be careful.

These people are extremely dangerous.

You know the deal.

You know their MO, their habits.

They're robbers.

You have permission to sh**t on sight.

Alive or dead, game's over for them.