...
-Did you see the article they did about you? They really liked you.
-What do they say?
-That the show was watched by 5 million people.
That's crazy, huh? Listen.
"Apash delivers a remarkable performance with powerful lyrics."
-"Apash was very far from the scandalous image that followed him."
-That's good.
-I'm proud of you, son.
-If after this, you're not forgiven, you might as well kiss the president.
-Are you crazy? -5 million viewers.
5 million.
Well, I have two good news. -Don't start getting your hopes up.
-Go ahead, make me happy.
-We have an appointment at Omega.
Not with Jangle, but with the big boss of the group,
Etienne Moreau. -Impressive.
-I don't know what he wants to tell us, let's stay calm.
Secondly, the Zenith has agreed to keep the date.
-Seriously? Without paying the full amount?
-Yes, just the deposit, that's enough.
5 million viewers.
They laugh.
But we have only one problem. -What's that?
-We need to fill the hall and we only have 2 weeks.
-Yeah, that's intense.
-It'll be fine, yeah.
-Oh, Brahim, what are you doing?
Why are you touching everything? -I'm just looking, brother.
Wow, what a pervert's face. Who is that?
-That's him, Etienne Moreau. Are you serious?
-Oh, he looks like a blockhead.
They laugh.
-Hello, Clément. How are you? -Hello, nice to meet you.
-William? -Hello.
-No, it's me. -Etienne Moreau,
pleased to meet you. -You son of a bitch...
-Sit down.
-So...
Inès alerted me
to your producer's, let's say, reckless management.
I want to apologize
on behalf of Omega.
I know Mastar tried to block the recording of your album.
There's no way that any artist, whatever their name,
Mastar or Elton John,
can blackmail us.
-Clément, he's having trouble with Elton John? That's intense, brother...
-Brahim!
Get lost.
Move.
-Why... -Get lost, I told you.
-It's always like that.
I'm always getting fired.
The door slams.
-Let's continue.
-Yes, by the way, the young rapper, Karnage,
we're stopping
all projects with him.
Besides, I know you tried
to pressure to renegotiate your contract.
So,
I spoke with Inès
and saw what happened, we are willing
to make an effort and let you manage
your tour yourselves. But...
You owe us a second album.
With the conditions that were agreed upon initially.
-No problem, I'm ready to do
the second album for you. It will be
even heavier than the first.
-Very well.
-Yes.
-Thank you, you're our great success. -That's normal.
-Are you back at Omega? -Cicheman is going to jump, I'm waiting
to see.
-We have 2 weeks to fill the Zenith. Can you help us?
-I'll do everything I can to get us a media outlet,
but I doubt it, the controversy isn't over.
-PNL, they filled Bercy without media.
-PNL, it's PNL, Brahim.
They're on the Eiffel Tower. Not you.
-I've never seen a date fill up so quickly.
At worst, we can reconfigure the hall for 2,400 people.
We reduce the space, hide a part of it, and it will look packed.
-That's a cheap trick. -But it's still a Zenith.
-Anyway, we'll see.
I ordered the posters, I'll pick them up later.
-I'm trying to get a media outlet.
He sighs.
-I'll check something, let's meet up later.
-Oh, Clément, is everything okay?
-No, no, I don't think so.
-It feels
so good. Where were you?
-I'm here, but I'm busy. It's me, too, I never come.
-You know what? Your eyes haven't changed. The mischief...
When you were little, you already had those eyes.
They laugh.
Mischievous eyes, it's not possible.
-Everything okay, mom?
-Well yes. Weren't you supposed to see the people from the record label?
-He knew I was coming, so he stopped by, that's normal.
-Are you okay, Sergio?
-Yeah.
-You're here
for what? -I'm here to see my aunt.
-Yes, it's been a long time since he came to see us.
-It's been a very long time since I visited.
-Can you make me some tea, please?
-Of course, sure. -Thank you, that's kind.
-Sit down, son.
-Did you get my messages?
-No.
-After the go fast.
-I threw away my phones before the check.
-I know what you did to Mounir,
son of a bitch!
-I know it's you. I'm going to smoke your mom.
Your little sister too.
-Your dumb cousin,
I'm going to smoke him! -Listen, Sergio, calm down.
-There is no Sergio! -It's not me who killed Mounir
and stole the pills, it's Yamar. -Why are you talking to me
about Yamar? -He's the one who killed Mounir.
He was waiting for me in the hideout and ran off with the drugs.
-Hey, don't try to mess with me.
I took over the business again and I don't trust you.
So bring me my pills by tomorrow
or I'll smoke everyone.
Understood, son
of a bitch?
-Hey, guys, how are you?
-Yeah, I'm teasing him a bit. Normal. Nothing...
-You used to do that all the time. -There, same, same.
But I forgot, I have an appointment, I have to go.
-Really? -Yeah, I'm dumb, I know.
I'll be back soon.
Thanks for everything, huh.
-You're welcome. -It was a pleasure to see you again.
I was happy. -Me too.
Don't let time pass like that.
-I'll be back very soon.
-Come on, thanks, huh. -Thanks, yeah.
-How are you, my boy?
-All good, mom.
-OK.
-Anyway, the posters are amazing, it's incredible.
-Where is Clément?
-He's on his way, he slept at his mom's. We need to be efficient.
-Yeah.
Efficiency.
-Don't worry.
Who are we?
-Clément has a problem,
he's staying in the neighborhood.
We're going to start. Take about thirty posters.
-We need to be visible.
But we don't put everything in the same place.
OK? We need to be smart and move around.
The most important thing is that there's foot traffic.
-Like
at the metro exits. -Or on the election billboards.
-And if there are already
posters,
we don't care, we put ours over them.
-Hey, guys,
obviously, we don't listen to what he says, that guy.
-What do you mean? I swear on my mother's life, listen to me.
I'm used to it.
All my life, I've been posting posters. All my cousins
are on posters. -He said not to listen to you,
we're not listening.
-Did you see the others? -They're over there, I think.
-Okay. Good call.
-These are the freestyles.
It's the same kind of beat and everything. Good or what? How's it going?
-Did you see Yamar? -We haven't seen him in a while.
-And Rico? -Same, they've disappeared.
-Does he still live with his mom in B9?
-No, he moved out. Six months ago, right?
Yeah, it's been six months. I don't even know where.
-Go ahead. -Go ahead.
-How are you, mom? -Are you having lunch with us?
-No, I have to go out again.
You know Rico's mom, right?
-Yes.
-Do you know where she lives?
-Is there a problem with Rico?
-No. No, nothing.
-Just needed to talk to her about something for music.
But they moved, apparently. -Yeah, she moved
to the old neighborhood, on the other side of the bridge.
-Over there? -Yes.
Wait, let me check my phone.
I should have her address.
...
-Are you aware of Cicheman's situation? -Yeah.
-What are you planning to do?
-I'm going to keep making music.
Ringtone
...
Who is it?
-Your demon, Karnage. And he's not alone.
Mastar, come on, let's not
start trouble here.
-Don't worry, I'll handle it.
-Yeah, he's downstairs.
-Are you coming?
Hey, warn me before you arrive. -Are you kidding me?
I've been calling you for 2 days
and you don't answer, so I'm coming over. -We're in the studio, working.
-I don't care!
Where's the contract? What are Jangle and them saying?
-Cicheman got fired. Omega isn't offering enough.
I'm going to Silver's place and taking you with me.
-When do I get my money?
-You'll have your 200,000 euros at signing. The rest will follow.
-Mastar, you'd better not mess me around.
-Hey, lower your tone.
Don't come with your two buddies
like you're some big shot. Nobody pressures me, OK?
-You claim to be the boss.
If you do what you say, then we'll talk normally.
-Relax, relax, relax, relax.
We're knocking.
...
-Move! Move!
-What is that? -Lie down.
-Why are you bringing him here?
-Look at what he's selling, that son of a bitch.
-Where did you get that?
-It's Yamar.
-Yamar is selling the drugs from a stash in Auber. He knows
where it is.
From now on,
I'll let you handle your business. But leave us alone.
Otherwise, things will go wrong,
I'm warning you.
-OK, Clément, it's good.
No, no, you stay here.
Guys,
come see. Stay with us. -I know where it is.
-You're good here.
-And here.
-It's normal you win, you're cheating. -Cheating at what?
7-0, it's not even the 22nd minute.
-Can't you see I was about to score, there?
-You're useless, that's all.
Vibrator
Wait.
Hello?
Yes, it's us.
On the Arc de Triomphe?
-Who's this?
-Sorry, it will be taken care of immediately.
Sorry again. Of course, ma'am.
Sorry.
Goodbye.
Let me guess. You put up posters on the Arc de Triomphe?
-Yeah. -You're so stupid!
We risk a 1,500 euro fine per square meter of illegal posting.
-Yes, there's a lot of foot traffic.
-Are you going to pay for that? -How should I know?
-Go remove them! -It's okay...
I'm going.
-How do you think? -Don't ask me for favors anymore.
Don't ask me for anything anymore.
The door slams.
-Damn, bro, where were you? -Don't worry, I was sorting something out.
-Something annoying? -Yeah, but it's all good, it's handled.
He sighs.
It's good now. So, how is it?
The Zenith?
-It's okay. Inès can't get us big media coverage.
-And the posters?
-That won't be enough anyway.
Are we really far
from the goal? -Still, yes.
Then we can adopt Inès' method.
We close the stands and pretend it's sold out.
Others have already done it.
-I hadn't thought of it that way.
-Otherwise, we'll cancel.
Especially since the FN guys are threatening to cause trouble.
But of course, the media don't talk about that.
Everyone's talking about your song,
but nothing about the racists who are losing control behind the scenes.
-I think I have
an idea.
Ask Inès if we can go on Skyrock tomorrow night.
I have an announcement to make to them.
We're knocking.
-Bro, are you there?
-Who's this? -It's Rico, bro, it's Rico.
-Son of a bitch, motherfucker!
I'm going to shoot you!
-Why?
-You smoked
Mounir, you bastard. -No, I didn't.
What is he talking about? It's Clément
who put me on this.
-Clément? What, it's Clément?
-Stop that.
Stop.
It's Clément, I tell you.
It's to pay for his concerts. On my mother's head, Sergio.
Tell him, Rico.
Stop, please. Stop.
Remove.
He's shouting.
-Please, Sergio. -What's going on, Rico?
-Please.
I swear, there's nothing.
Sergio, please, it's enough. It's enough.
*-8pm-9pm, every night.
*-It's Planète Rap. *-On Skyrock.
-You're still on Skyrock
for a special show dedicated to Apash tonight.
Right now, Lacrim's track, "AWA".
*Rap music
-It's okay, your little fan club is waiting for you.
-Oh, Apash, Apash!
Hubbub
-How are you, guys? Calm?
How's it going? -Can we take a quick photo?
-Go ahead, with pleasure.
-Come here, son of a bitch, come! Don't move!
Hubbub
-Step back.
-Don't move.
...
-What just happened?
...
-We're going to cut the broadcast.
You're on Skyrock
and while we were supposed to do a show dedicated to Apash,
a serious incident just occurred.
Apash was signing autographs with fans downstairs at the radio.
And he was forced to get into a vehicle
under threat of a weapon.
So, apparently, there are videos circulating online.
I'm going fishing for info
and I'll tell you more in a few minutes, stay tuned.
*-We don't have more details, but it could be
a settling of scores. Apash was involved in drug trafficking.
Phone
It could be far-right activists,
the rapper being at the center of a controversy
over a song deemed anti-French.
Pressures continue to cancel his concert
at the Zenith in Paris on September 5th.
To be continued...
-That was Apash.
He's strong.
He's very strong, that bastard.
His kidnapping is a marketing stunt he's turning against everyone.
The fascists who wanted to ban him are being accused
and the media that were criticizing him
are only talking about him.
-All the little ones do publicity stunts.
-It's Soprano or Lacrim who will announce on their social media
that he'll be released on the Zénith stage.
If he does that, it's going to be a huge buzz.
-Yeah, that's cool...
-Except he wants to do it with you.
-Why would I do that?
-If you do it, it'll be 10 times bigger.
And you'll get his buzz.
Hey, bro,
come on, let's tell the truth.
You haven't won the war against him.
You haven't managed to shut him down.
And now, he's reaching out to you.
He's opening the doors
so you can screw everything up together.
-I don't need him and I never will.
-What I'm telling you now is what I've been saying from the start.
This kid is a phenomenon.
It's better to have him with you at Omega
than against you elsewhere.
That's my opinion.
-Listen to me carefully.
I already told you, this. It's me or it's him.
Apparently, you didn't understand.
Stay with this shithead and forget about me, OK?
-OK.
As you wish.
-It's very impressive.
Well, Omega can't endorse the methods
you've used, but the room is full, so congratulations.
-Thank you.
-I'm getting interview requests everywhere.
-It was Apash who had this idea. -It's true, he did very well.
-Have you thought about the label you'd like to join
within Omega? -None of them interest us.
-But... I don't understand.
-We'd like to create our own label, within Omega, of course.
-Do you want a deal label?
-After the second album, yes.
I will take the lead
and Inès, if she's okay with it,
would become the manageress of Apash and artistic director of the label.
-The guy was delivering tacos by bike 6 months ago and he wants to start
his own label.
-Apash agreed for the second album.
But if you want us to continue together, these are our conditions.
-Very well. If Apash keeps up this momentum,
I don't see why we couldn't consider it.
-I love what you're doing.
Your latest song, "Follow," is my favorite.
-Thank you.
-Do you want to drink something? -No, it's okay, thank you.
-So, the Canadian girl, apparently we bought her tickets.
-What are you going to do in Canada? -A graphic design school in Montreal.
-It's nice to have you here, Louise.
-I wouldn't miss this.
Where is Clément?
-Don't worry.
-It starts on stage in 5 minutes. -Perfect, then.
-Chill? Are you good or what? Fine? How are you, brothers?
Chill? Wesh or what?
-Wow, look, look, look, look.
He laughs.
Wow, crazy world.
What's this madness?
They laugh.
-Hey, look, look. -Wow...
This is crazy. This is crazy.
-We did it, we did it.
Murmurs
...
*Tire screeches
Murmurs
...
Cheers
...
*Rap music
...
-Call me Apash, I come out of my tipi
I have a sad look Since my dad is a tipar
That he dropped his tips On the field despite my 12 years
When all my friends are having fun The street already killed
my childhood So don't call the SAMU
Mom works, her son works But it's not the same zeillo
I sell drugs I see myself as the head of the network
With my guys we hustle In the balls, some bars
And if you're good, I'll give you a tarot I hit you like the pao
And it goes whoh whoh I come out of my tipi
I come out of my tipi
-WHO WHO I COME OUT OF MY TIPI
WHO WHO I COME OUT OF MY TIPI WHOH WHOH I COME OUT OF MY TIPI
Cheers
WHO WHO I COME OUT OF MY TIPI
...
*Other rap music
...
Cheers
...
-I remain unbeatable
They throw sticks in my wheels, they're tree trunks
Big silver backs bear my banner
Platinum record, I pop the Veuve Cliquot
You bragged, you've become a drug addict Excited the city
I take the ring road immediately
You freaked out, you're hooked I screwed you over I have a thousand G's
You erased my Bentley
I'm coming to kick, you don't even have my level, nothing's gonna leak
I don't have time, a lighter and some gas in rap I'm a pyro
My lexicon is psycho, black guy the buzz is so big, like locusts
my guys, my brothers
The network involved in the Mexico cartel
Don't sit at my table, don't eat out of my hand
I have the energy like your Klitschko
Over a hundred an hour, I earn a thousand salaries
You get it, you lift the cup, the rest, screw it
-I know how to make money
Because I know how to sell the real deal
We are the best, that's clear I always stay close to the truth
Mastar, Mastar, make them enjoy, make them enjoy
-Apash, Apash,
make them enjoy
-I come into the game like a bank robber
It's the street, not fine arts
I leave hooded like a worker, The summer hit is in my veins
I have the cops under my sole
The only thing that can stop me is the top
I rap so much, it’s like I fell from the sky
when I was a kid My rhymes were like beats
Call your neighborhood, I’m a phenomenon In rap, I’m a future Nobel Prize
I make noise with my battle cry
Give me my money double like a holiday
I get in the booth and drop the beat
I’m a glitch in the matrix
I have so much flow I set the drum on fire
I know how to make money
Because I know how to sell the real deal
We are the best, that’s clear
I'm always close to the urethra
-Yeah, yeah
-Mastar, Mastar, make them enjoy, make them enjoy
-Apash, Apash, make them enjoy,
make them enjoy, yeah
The Zenith, make as much noise as possible
for... Apash!
Cheers
-And give me
a fucking racket for... Mastar!
Cheers
-Hey, family, make as much noise as possible
for the man called... -DJ SNO.
Cheers
...
-Woo, woo!
...
Did you see
how packed the room was?
-And did you see all the girls in the front row?
-He only filmed that all evening.
-I've never seen anything like this.
-I'm proud of you, you really did the job.
-I can't believe it myself.
This is the best moment of my whole life.
-Well done. -Thanks, guys.
-Sorry, sorry. -Guys, honestly, heavy.
Crazy heavy. -Thanks, guys.
-Thanks. Thanks.
-Isn't that the car we sold to Nabil?
-He kept it for us. I'll pay him next week.
Are you driving?
-Don't you think I've worked enough tonight?
-Yeah, drive, you.
I missed her.
-Hey, Clément, Clément?
-Well played, it was huge tonight.
-You did the job, congrats, it was awesome.
-Thanks. -Follow us, we know where it is.
-Hi, family,
I'm live with Apash. We're heading to the concert after-party.
And honestly, tonight, you were top-notch.
Unforgettable, we had an unforgettable evening.
Tell them, Apash.
-You made me enjoy so much.
Thanks for all the strength you give me.
Tonight, you were incredible at the concert.
-We have a fucking announcement to make.
Should we tell them or not? -Go ahead, tell them.
-The tour is confirmed, guys. Right now, we have 15,000 live viewers.
And where's the next date?
Where do we do it?
-The next date is Marseille. -Marseille, baby!
The Marseillais, get ready.
Hey, duck down!
Shots
-Hey, wait!
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