...
-Do you know why I love money? Because it brings happiness.
And with that, I can buy this. 400 horsepower.
They put 400 horses under the hood.
-Brahim, do you think we're doing a reality TV show?
-No, I'm doing my job as a community manager.
-Tell him not to post that.
-Bro, you gotta make people happy. -You're not gonna make anyone happy.
You're just gonna get us burned
with Mounir. -What are you talking about?
Check out this crazy car.
Palala, the crazy ride!
Do you smell the leather?
Laughter
-We're gonna put on some music.
*-I don't want you to follow me
-Isn't that your friend Louise's song?
-It's not bad, huh? -Yeah, yeah.
He's changing the station.
-You put on real music, now.
Start the ride.
They sing along in chorus.
-AND CLEMENT RAPPED
HE SIGNED
HE'S GOT THE MONEY AND THE GOVA
AND WHO'S THAT THANKS TO?
AND IT'S WILLO
HE'S GOT NO BIKE
AND IT'S BRAHIM AND CHINESE
THE MAN WITH A THOUSAND VOICES
HE'S GONNA PULL
BUT ONLY STUPID STUFF
He laughs.
-There was a vibe, but when she told me
to pay with a credit card,
I thought: "Do I look like I pay with a card?"
Cash only, bro.
Then, you see, I didn't talk to her.
-Do you think you're at a hotel? We're guests.
Take your feet off. -It's okay, Kool Shen, he's my bro.
He's crazy, that one.
Phone
-Brothers,
it's Mounir. We can't dodge him forever.
-Don't answer. Let him rage, we have an album to record.
-But Bruno is letting us use his apartment while we finish the album.
So, where are we going? -I'll see
with Jangle.
-Well, go ahead then.
-Clément, are you taking the Real?
-Don't worry, guys. Hey, we gotta go to the studio.
-I just bought FIFA, let me just play a match.
-A game.
-No, guys. Clément, do you want to make it big?
-Just one game, bro.
Come on, keep going. -He's always
acting as the manager.
-Let's go, we're leaving.
Let's go, guys.
*Rap music
...
-Ah.
-How's it going? -Clément, how are you?
-Chill. -Are you in good shape?
-Perfect. -How are you, guys?
Sit down, please.
Are you ready, Clément?
-Ready to work with the magician.
-Before, you were invited here, now it's your place.
-Nice to see you, brother. -No, you deserve it.
Here's what we'll do. I'll play some beats for you.
When one
inspires you, we work on it. -Go ahead.
-Let's start with this one.
*Hypnotic rap music
...
-It's not really my thing.
-Okay.
*Trippy rap music
...
And this?
...
-It's better, but don't you have something darker?
-Go ahead, I got it.
*Sad rap music
...
-Oh, yeah.
Okay.
-I knew it. -Okay.
-Okay.
Is that it? -Okay.
...
-That's the role of a community manager, fool.
...
-Tell me what you're missing.
-Can you add the beat, please?
-Something pretty quick, I guess?
-Yeah, make it aggressive.
He adds the beat.
There you go.
...
-So I'll set up the bass with you.
-Oh, that changes everything.
...
How long did it take you
to make this sound? -A magician doesn't reveal his tricks.
He laughs.
Yep, buddy.
...
OK, do you feel it?
-Totally.
...
Clement whispers.
...
It's dead, I need to write.
-Go ahead, cut that for me.
...
Vibrator
...
Yeah?
What do you mean? He was supposed to leave yesterday.
No, I've been locked in the studio since this morning.
Go ahead, don't panic, I got this. Don't worry.
William?
Mastar is coming. Go to studio B and check if Lacrim is still there.
Don't have to
that they cross each other.
-OK, I'm going.
Is it on the left?
-Yeah.
*Sad rap music
...
-Oh, it's okay, Mastar?
Are you doing well?
-Who's there, over there?
-Over there? Nothing, it's guys who are mixing.
Are we settled here, are we going in?
How are you guys?
-Yo, team.
-Whoa.
-Mastar, it's good to see you. -Normal.
All good or what? -Yeah, chill.
Are you okay, everything's cool?
-Are you guys okay?
-So, are you working?
-Yeah. -Did you find any cool stuff?
-Yeah. I have 2-3 arrangements to make
and I'll play you some stuff. -Go ahead, we can.
*Sad rap music
...
-Hey
I see them smiling at me
But I remember when they used to finish me off
To screw mothers, I'm determined
Who didn't believe in me didn't help me
No big shot sponsored me
I did it alone like a wild child
I want to kill the boss like a child soldier
I want to settle scores, I want to make mom proud
With what I took, I matched the tarot cards
Imprisoned in my tieqs
I sawed through the bars, you say you're my brother
Tell me why you're just waiting around
I come back from hell, I was alone there
I count on Sonne-per, that's how I do my sums
Profit and gain, that's how
I handle men
Constantly under the sun, Apash
-Oh là là là là là là.
-Good? -It's heavy.
-It's deadly. Come on, let's see what we can improve.
Will you talk to him a bit? -Yeah.
-Deadly, bro. -Bravo, Clément.
-It could be a hit on the album.
-What does the producer think? -We’ve got a hit.
-Seriously? -Just one thing to change.
Can you write something a bit deeper for the end of the verse?
We’ve got a crazy one after that.
-Go ahead, go ahead, I’m working on it now.
-Yeah, perfect.
Meanwhile, let me hear the beat you made the other day.
-But we’re working on his track right now.
-It’s just to get their opinion, go ahead.
Hey guys, listen. Sno just dropped a crazy one.
-Oh yeah? -Listen.
-Go ahead, play it.
*Energetic rap music
...
-So, is it trash or not?
-That’s exactly what we need.
...
-And there you go. -What’s this crazy sound?
Leave it to me, I’ll make a slaughter out of it.
-Sorry, that one’s already booked by the boss.
-It’s for my next single. -Come on, let’s do a feature on it.
-It’s a solo track, brother.
-Shall we get back to it?
-Go ahead. -Yeah?
*Sad rap music
...
-I want to treat my mom.
With what I took, I matched the tarot cards.
Imprisoned in my ties.
-We should focus
on the next steps.
-Yeah, I'm hyped.
-For the cover, with Inès, we're thinking of Fifou.
-Who's Fifou?
-He did all the French rap album covers.
Lacrim, PNL, SCH. Even Gradur with the baby, it was him.
-Oh, him? But he's really talented.
However, we need a killer concept.
-Well, the puma.
We do it with the puma. -Shut up with your puma.
What's the rhyme?
-We could do like Niska on the "Commando" cover,
but version Native American chief with war paint. That would be sick.
-Hi.
-Hey, am I bothering you?
If you need anything, here, I am...
producer.
*Sad rap music
-Mastar?
-Go ahead, two minutes.
Yeah?
I have the info you asked for. -What are you talking about?
-My buddy from the PJ
tracked down the guy who leaked the clip.
-Do you speak French? Do you speak English?
Oh, you don't talk?
I'm used to it.
-Honestly, we need a fucking visual.
All the best have fucking visuals.
-Wait, two seconds.
...
Hello?
Hello, who's this?
Hello, who's there?
-Bastard!
I'm going to f*** your mother!
-Mastar!
Stop.
Why are you doing this?
-You leaked the clip!
You're dead!
You're dead, you hear me? Let go of me, I'm going to f*** him up.
Let go of me.
I don't give a damn!
I'm going to f*** him up! I don't give a damn.
William,
listen to me, son of a b***! You're dead. You're finished!
You want to f*** me over? You want to f*** me?
You'll see, you're dead. Little s***! Let go of me.
-What happened to you, did you lose your mind or what?
-I didn't do this to cause trouble, Mastar wasn't going to release
the clip.
-Why wouldn't he release
his own clip? Just with YouTube...
-Stop
talking. -You're talking shit,
brother. Imagine, because of you, everything stops.
We're screwed, what are we going to do?
We can't even get into the city, Mounir will blow us up.
Where are you going? -To see Mounir.
-Seriously?
-I told you I was going to handle it, right?
-Mounir?
-Yes, Mounir.
-Do you want to die or what?
The door slams.
Damn...
-Alright, Apash, I'm going to tell you straight.
I just spoke with Mastar.
He's stopping everything with you.
He's withdrawing from the album production and won't do a feature with you.
-But it's not my fault. -It's the same for him.
When he's like that, he's stubborn.
-We signed you
knowing Mastar and his team would oversee the album.
To ensure sales, we were releasing a single featuring him.
-Why don't we get another big rapper for a feature?
-The problem,
is that if Mastar boycotts you,
it'll be hard to find another rapper.
-What are you guys telling me?
That we should stop everything, right?
-For us, it changes a lot of things, so yes.
We're suspending
the recording.
We would have loved for things to go differently, but it's complicated.
Sorry, Apash, I have to go to more meetings.
Inès.
-Come on, Clément, I'll walk you.
-Inès, tell me where I can find Mastar.
-Forget it, it's a bad idea, I know him.
-Are you serious right now?
First Mastar and Cicheman, and now you're ditching me?
-He has to go to Sno in an hour.
-Thanks, Inès.
-Hey, are you stupid or what?
You're an asshole.
Psartek, the makeover. It's okay, it works, the music.
Where is your boss? -He's busy.
-That's it, it's over, he doesn't need you anymore? He threw you out
like shit. -Is Mounir here?
-He wants to see you.
-That's why I want to see him.
-Aren't you afraid? Go ahead, he's upstairs.
-Is there a way
to talk to Mastar? -Get lost, he doesn't talk to
sons of bitches.
-Quickly done.
-Get lost, I told you.
-Go ahead, get it inside.
Please upload yesterday's session to the hard drive.
-Entirely? -Yeah.
-With the banks?
-Yeah.
Go ahead, give birth, then I have two words to tell you.
-Master, I've always wanted to work with you.
I've always loved everything you did.
Everything that happened, for me it's an incredible dream.
Being in the studio, working with you... Just meeting you,
all that.
Know that I didn't ask my guy for anything. He decided all on his own.
I don't even know why he did that.
So, please, please, bro,
don't mix everything up.
I respect you a lot.
But I'm not responsible for other people's mistakes.
-Are you done now?
So listen to me carefully.
I'm going to finish you, bro.
From now on, you forget about me.
Forget my teams, Sno, everything.
And I'm going to tell you something straight to your face.
Forget this game.
Otherwise, I'll make war on you, you're not ready.
Got it now?
I'm not your brother, you know.
Send my hard drive.
Move before I f*** your mother up.
Get lost!
Come on, let's go.
-Where is Sno?
-He's coming back in an hour.
We knock.
-What do you want, man?
-Is Mounir there? -I'm asking you
Whatever you want. -Tell him I'm here.
-You speak badly.
Do you want me to beat you?
Huh? Do you want me to finish the job that the guy who did this started?
-Are you going to do that? -Yes, I will do that.
-Here, here, here...
Good, I see you've got balls.
Where is Clément? -He's working.
I'm his manager, we'll settle things together.
He laughs.
-His manager... What are you, huh?
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you have the shoulders to handle all this?
Bunch of little shits.
You really screwed me over.
-What do you mean?
-It says they're going to sign with me,
that there's nothing with Jangle and Mastar, and behind their backs, they're acting all confident.
Bunch of whores.
-Mounir, you've got your head inflated a little.
Doing PNL or...
Clément does whatever he wants.
-Shut up, you don't know what's happening
between Clément and me. -I know what you did for him.
-So let's be honest. I was there for him when R. was around.
Do you understand? So now
that there's some money, I want my share.
-Share of what? Clément didn't touch anything.
-And the 140,000 euros, you idiot, you're dead,
what is it? Did you think
that I didn't know? Yeah, your buddy Brahim,
he talks too much.
You're taking me for a fool. Go ahead, call him.
We're talking among ourselves,
calmly.
*Ringtone
*-Hello, your contact is not available.
Please leave a message.
*Beep
-I'm not afraid of you.
If you want to hit me,
go ahead.
-Really? Mounir, he's a hagar,
like that?
-Look, tell me how much you want,
I see Clément and we'll come back to you.
-Haven't I been screwed enough?
Come on, call your artist,
tell him to come now, immediately.
-Mounir, see, he's not available,
Clément. -Yes, I saw, I saw.
It's my fault, sorry, I'm losing it.
You know what,
I'm forgetting.
Take him home.
-Is it good?
-Yeah, it's good, go ahead.
-Thanks, Mounir.
-Yeah, twins, take the manager home.
-What? -We're going to take you home.
-What are you doing, there?
But let me go.
Let me go.
Come on, let me go, now!
Let me go, I tell you.
-I was told you were here.
-Yeah, we need to talk. -What do you want?
-Why don't you want to work
with me anymore?
What did I do to you?
-Either you calm down and we talk normally, or you'll go scream outside.
-You're the one who brought me into this, saying I had talent.
You were mocking me,
right? -OK.
I'll explain what you can't understand on your own.
With what happened
at Skyrock, if I wasn't there,
Mastar would have beaten you up. -What do you mean?
-Bro,
Mastar has hated you from the start.
I insisted that you do the track together.
For the clip, he didn't want to appear on camera with you.
And if he didn't want to release the clip,
it's because your part is better than his.
So either you disappear on your own,
or he's going to start a dirty war on you. And he'll never let go.
-Wait, he's crazy.
Why is he doing this?
-You don't know?
Because you're better than him.
For you and me too, it's over.
It's going to put me in huge trouble.
-And the tracks we recorded yesterday?
-Forget it, it's dead.
Ringtone
It's Ninho coming for a session.
...
Sorry, bro.
...
-Move forward!
-Where are we going?
-Shut up, move forward!
-Shut up, move forward.
-Come on, move, move, move.
Move forward. -Go ahead, move now.
Come on, move, you. Move.
-Where are we going, guys? -Shut up.
Shut your mouth tight. Just move forward.
-Go ahead, move.
-Go ahead, jump.
-What, now? Seriously... -Shut up, jump!
Laughter
Come on, swim.
Go on, swim.
What are you doing? Stay in the water.
Take your hand away, take your hand away.
Come on, swim! Come on, bathe, asshole!
Bathe, son of a bitch! Come on, make circles.
Make circles. Come on, film yourself.
He's laughing.
Hey, I told you to swim. Swim, move a little.
...
Come on, swim, son of a bitch. Film him, not me.
-Let me
get back up.
-Shut up! Swim, I told you.
Come on, film yourself.
Come on, swim, shut up. Shut up, swim.
Come on, bathe.
*Sergio laughs.
-Where were you? I've called you a thousand times.
-What's going on?
-Mounir did something crazy to William.
*-Please...
Sergio, please, I'm going to drown.
*He screams.
-Come on, let's go.
-Swim, Nemo.
Come on!
Come on,
swim, asshole.
-Well, I hope she's okay. -No, we barely drove with it.
-Normally, it's neither taken back nor exchanged.
-I don't want to give it back, but I need cash now.
Seriously, as soon as I can,
I'll come back, buy you a Gamos twice as expensive, okay?
-I'll buy it back from you at 35.
-What, 35? I bought it for 40.
-Did you think I was your bank?
We’re messing around with a code.
-It’s them.
-Make them
go inside.
Well, there you go...
-Where is he? -Why
are you sulking?
-Where is he?
-Your buddy likes swimming, that's all. Relax.
-Listen, Mounir,
I’ve counted everything I owe you.
Everything that wasn’t clear
between work or gifts, I’ve counted it all.
Here, 35,000.
I give you everything I have left
of my advance, and I sold my gun.
Now,
you bring William, and you and I, that’s it.
-Oh, come on, Clément...
Are you giving me an order right now?
-I’m not giving you an order. I’m just telling you it’s over.
-There, now, you respect me.
-Mounir, you and I started together.
I know what I owe you, but I need to move on.
Do you understand?
-And you know what? I'm proud of you.
Damn...
*-You bastard, go! Swim!
-Yeah. Get him out
of the water.
Get him out of the water. Get me out of the water, come on, quickly.
Here, your buddy.
They’re going to bring him back to you.
*-Come on, get up.
Come on, get up. Get in, now.
We’re not going to spend the night here. -Are you okay?
*Sergio laughs.
...
-Come on, Brahim.
-Clément,
Clément?
And for what’s next,
what do we do?
-What next? There’s no next, Mounir.
It’s over, I’m starting from zero.
-Yeah, but look.
-Look at this.
Do you remember this?
These are your first tracks.
I invested money in it.
I invested
in this project. So either your record label gives me a big check,
or I'll have to bring them out again, I need to get some money.
Besides, between us,
it's not your best work.
Especially the hateful track you made
after Yaya's death. What's it called?
"Fuck France"?
Wouala...
Whatever you want.
Come on, go ahead, move along. Get out of here.
...
-I'm sorry, brother.
The thing with the clip,
is that we totally messed up with your idea of a Porsche and the other guy
was so pissed off... -Don't worry, I got it.
But just explain. Why didn't you tell me?
-From the start, I sensed he had something against you.
But you were such a fan of the guy that you wouldn't have listened to me.
-Seriously,
how did you
leak it?
-It's my business, I can't explain.
I'm sorry. -The guy acts mysterious
with me...
-We need
to move.
I won't let that son of a bitch Mastar
bury us. -And the record label?
-We don't give a damn. I'll show them I'm here.
-How?
-We'll do them
a coup.
-What... what is a coup?
I'm ready, I am.
...
-How many tracks are you planning for the reissue?
-The more, the better. We have some big tracks on the side.
We can do remixes.
It's up to you to tell us. -If we need to hustle, we will.
-Any problem, Mastar?
-Apash just released a clip with Lacrim.
-Who shot the video?
-Chris Macari.
-Let's watch that.
I'll put it on the screen.
*Energetic rap music
...
*-Oh! Wesh!
MC if you're on the throne, Apash will cut you down
I'm a serial cutter My mouth is a scalpel
Your career is over
On the mic I'm M'Bappé
-Son of a bitch...
*-I'm taking your spot
I can rap fast and rap slow You fade like ten years ago
Victim, you've been out of the starting lineup for a long time
I record with a real veteran
You want to end my career but tell me how
-Son of a bitch!
-OK, he works with Lacrim.
-That's not the issue.
It's the beat I worked on for Mastar.
-You gave him my song.
-Why would I do that?
-You gave him my song, stop treating me like an idiot!
Are you messing with me?
You're trying to boost him.
-Mastar... -Shut your mouth, I didn't talk to you.
Listen to me carefully, little bitch,
go work with him.
Now, you and I are done.
It's going to go beyond rap.
You traitor!
Bastard!
-It's not me.
-Shut your mouth!
*-And even if I have to shut you down, I take my share
You've done your time
But now, I take your place
And even if I have to shut you down, I'll take my share.
Good good good night.
-It's for you.
*-Good good good night.
Good good good night. Good good good night.
Good good good night.
-Mastar thought it was me who gave you
the sound.
-I'm sorry, brother.
I couldn't let him screw me like that.
At the same time, it was bound to happen.
You were playing both sides from the start.
I know you passed the clip file
to William.
-Did he tell you that?
-I'm not stupid, I guessed it myself.
-It was in everyone's interest. But what you did,
is ruin a friendship and a 10-year collaboration.
-Mastar isn't going to rap until he's 60.
So if you really think I'm better than him...
-Forget it, it's dead.
Mastar already threatened me.
If we work together, it will be worse. -You've already lost him.
Do you want to lose me too?
I'm warning you,
Kore and Tefa already called me.
And Lacrim is eager to feature on the album.
Now, it's up to you to decide.
Subtitle: VDM