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Rap music
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-He's been doing well Yamar since yesterday.
With his music video, 3 million views.
Plus, he's about to release an album.
How do they know Nasser? -Can you stop?
-They're also haters.
Looks like you leaked
their mom. -Come on, Fatou.
Tchip
-Yeah, they go far. Oh no, they go far now.
-What are you doing? Aren't you replying to them?
-No, I can't, there are too many.
Notification
-That's too much, I'm going for a walk.
Keep Liam, please. I'm coming.
-Oh, the kids. Oh no...
The bastards...
-If I didn't reply, it's not to talk here.
-You can't just drop everything, we need to talk.
-About what? I'm a woman, all alone, with a kid.
I can't go back to work, they think I'm a snitch.
Is that a good enough explanation?
-Come, let's talk calmly.
-Forget me, it's better.
-Come on, damn it.
-Wesh, how's it going or what?
-Good, and you? -Feeling good?
Are you hyped?
-For sure, I worked on a lot of beats last night.
I have some stuff to show you.
-OK, that's cool. First, let me explain something.
Listen, right now, I'm going through a very tough time.
This album is super important to me.
Send me your best beats, or it won't work between us.
-OK. -OK.
-Fatou?
Fatou, what happened?
Where is Liam? Liam?
Liam?
No, no, no!
Where is Fatou? Where is Liam?
-He took him.
Heavy breathing
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*-Hello, you fucking whore. -Hello?
-You, you're taking my freedom,
you're messing up my career, you think I'm going to let you have my son?
Hey, listen to me carefully.
All I want is to get back what you stole from me.
I want to spend time with my son.
Get to know him.
And I warn you,
if you trigger the Amber Alert,
or if you want to play the brave,
I'll shoot the kid in the head and then shoot myself.
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-Sara, I'm sorry.
-Did he leave a long time ago?
-About 20 minutes ago.
-Hello?
-Linda, where is your brother? Where is he?
-Sara?
-He has my son, damn it!
-I don't want to know anything, you're the one who caused all this.
-Hello? Damn!
Damn! Damn!
-Thanks for everything.
-So, it's over?
-It looks like it.
-Is what he said true, the other one, at the battle?
Is he a snitch?
-Wait, excuse me.
Phone
-Go ahead. -Hello?
Sara, what's going on?
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-Sorry, I didn't know who to call. -Don't worry.
What happened?
-My ex, Nasser, kidnapped my son.
I don't know how he found me.
-Yamar must have sent
a team. -Do you know him?
-He's a guy from our neighborhood, we had issues with him.
-Are you serious?
-We have something to tell you.
It was supposed to be over, but he signed
with a competing label. He's working with Nasser.
-You didn't say anything?
-It's not the time. Do you know where your Nasser might have gone?
-I talked to his sister, she's handling everything since he's been in prison.
She lives in Marseille.
-We need to call the cops. -Not at all.
If he finds out, he's capable of anything.
-Do you know where she lives?
Come on, let's go.
-I'm staying
with Fatou.
Are you okay?
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-Who's this Nasser?
Sara, we need to know who we're dealing with.
-I was finishing high school when I met him.
I was rapping a bit.
I went to Marseille with some friends for a studio session.
And he was there.
He fascinated me right away.
His way of being, talking, moving.
I was a little girl from the neighborhood, I had no family left.
And he chose me, me.
I left Paris to move in with him.
We formed a group.
He was doing his thing on the side.
At first, I loved it. We enjoyed ourselves.
But he got involved in bad stories.
Our group turned into chaos.
Everyone told me to go solo with my career.
So, I sent my demo to Paname.
And Nasser found out.
He didn't want to admit it,
but he knew I was better than him.
It all went to shit.
He threatened to kill me if I left.
He started hitting me.
The worst part is, I felt guilty.
I was scared.
He had become the big guy in the neighborhood.
He was going further and further to be respected.
I cut myself off from all my loved ones, all my friends.
I couldn't bear to see them because I was broken.
I got pregnant.
It didn't change anything.
He kept hitting me.
But it was no longer just my life at stake.
And one night, he hit too hard.
I locked myself in the bathroom.
I pushed the furniture and called the cops
to tell them my baby and I were going to die.
When the cops arrived,
all the neighbors were outside.
They had to team up five to control him.
Nasser had destroyed the apartment.
They found kilos of shit, heroin,
and a gun used in a robbery.
He got 8 years in prison.
Here’s your dealer...
-He gave me a good slap, that bastard.
-That son of a bitch, attacking girls
and cars smaller than him.
She laughs.
-Don’t make me laugh, it hurts. -Sorry, you shouldn’t laugh.
Uh... wait.
-What are you doing? -Don’t worry.
Here.
-Why are you bringing me ratatouille?
-I’m used to getting screwed over too.
Ice helps deflate.
Take it. Your face looks like a Bogdanoff.
She laughs.
-Ah, bastard. You’re a piece of shit for making me laugh
like that. -Does it feel good?
-It feels really good. Bogdanoff, your kind.
-Mastar multiplatine
Knots that slip
Beer in the...
Let it run.
*Instrumental music
Mastar multiplatine
Knots that slip
I’m in the game
I’m going to educate the little ones
I’m going to destroy everything, Multi...
Illicit...
He stammers.
Cut, cut.
Damn!
Your tracks are broken.
We’ve been struggling with this song for 4 hours.
You can’t get your lyrics right. Try something else.
-Are you kidding? It’s your arrangements that are wrong.
Sometimes it’s too slow, sometimes too fast.
-We’ve tried everything.
We can relax the pressure
and listen to other stuff.
-There’s something you didn’t understand.
On this album, I have to destroy everything.
I have to destroy everything.
-OK. Well, listen,
we’ll take our time, you move your lyrics a bit
and I’ll look for other tracks, OK?
-Go ahead, hurry up.
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-Is everything going to be okay? -Yeah.
We used to live there, before, with Nasser.
His sister took over the apartment,
and everything that goes with it.
-Which apartment is it?
-The one on the 3rd floor. But it’s empty.
-That’s not good.
-We don't care about them. We're at our place here.
It's her.
-OK, let's go. -No, no, don't move.
-Are you sure? -Sure, I'll handle it.
-What are you doing here?
-Where's your brother?
-Sara, if I scream, all the guys in the neighborhood will catch you
and lock you in a basement.
-Linda, tell me where your brother is.
You can't let this happen. Imagine,
it would be your son.
Why are you defending him? You know what he did to me.
If Liam stays with him, you know what he'll become.
-Linda, are you okay?
-What do we do? -Wait a bit.
-Yeah, it's good.
I can't do anything.
-Wait, it's not Nasser you should be afraid of.
It's me.
These thugs can do whatever they want to me.
I've already lived through worse.
But if I lose my son,
everything I do in my life after that,
is making sure yours grows up without his mother.
Do you understand?
-He's going to take the little one to Morocco.
He's falsifying the papers there. -Where does he do that?
-I don't know, I can't tell you more.
-Let's move.
-Yeah, Mounir, it's William.
*-Yeah, William. -I'm in trouble, help me.
For fake papers, who would you see in Marseille?
-What's happening?
-Nothing, a problem we have to handle ourselves.
-You're going to La Ciotat, there's a guy who does that.
He's the only one who works quickly
and well.
I'll text you the address.
If you have a problem, call me. -La Ciotat, you say?
*-Yeah. -OK, thanks, Mounir.
-What is he doing, that guy?
-I have the address of a guy.
While he gets the fake documents, we can get him.
-Go ahead, let's go.
-Is it a heavy date now?
-I admit, you're amazing, you're so cute, so nice.
-It's normal, because I'm Algerian.
She laughs.
-Even your lame jokes, they go through.
Are you serious?
I look like a calzone and you want to hit on me?
-I thought there was something.
-Wait till I look presentable.
Can't you read the signals?
-I don't know, zebi, you're lame right now, but I still like you.
-One more day, what does it change for you?
Don't worry, we'll do our thing.
Here.
-I don't understand them, wallah, I don't understand them.
Hey, don't touch me.
-It's here.
-Is he the right fake ID maker?
-He's the only one who can make papers in that timeframe.
-Where's this info from?
-From Mounir.
-Which Mounir? Not the former producer of Apash?
Isn't he dead?
-He reappeared to help us.
When Yamar and Nasser's guys wanted
to ruin Alonzo's clip.
-Why didn't you tell me? -He didn't want it to get out.
Sara, listen.
When I told you
that I thought I was done with the trouble, I was sincere.
All I wanted was to protect you.
But I screwed everything up.
I'm really sorry.
He sighs.
Thunder
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-It's him. It's him, Sno, let's go.
-No, if we go now, it could go wrong.
We're going to move, but we have to wait for the right moment.
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OK, Sara. For now, we'll follow him.
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-Look, he's about to come out.
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Sara, what are you doing? -Sara, hey!
Hey, Sara, oh, oh!
Wait, that's not the right way.
-Fuck...
-Liam?
My son.
It's mom, I'm coming to get you.
Okay?
Put your hands like this.
Protect yourself, hide. Step back.
Step back, my son.
-Damn...
Take him back to the car.
-I'm coming, my son.
Come, my heart.
Come into my arms.
Come into my arms, my heart.
-Hey, calm down.
Sno, don't scream.
-It's going to be okay, my heart.
It's over, mom is here.
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It's over, my love. It's over, my love.
Mom's never leaving again.
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Gunshot
-Hey, hey!
-Don't move.
Don't move!
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-It's over, mom is here.
It's over, okay, my love? My love, it's over.
-Are you okay, Sara? -Yes, he's fine.
Huh? That's it.
-Sno, are you okay?
-He shook me, but nothing's broken.
-Mom's never leaving again. Mom stays with you.
Sleep tight.
-OK. Yeah.
Master, multiplatinum
Knotted spinning tie in the jeans
The little ones, I will educate them
I catch you by the neck I will ruin everything
I'm difficult
No more joking I will crush the sound
Too far, chill, I got the style
He mumbles.
Always on edge
-Come on, stop, stop.
-Master, it's better we stop here for today.
-What is he talking about?
Wait, wait, wait.
Why are you messing around?
-You don't even remember what you're rapping.
-Turn the music up before I start you.
-What you're going to start is your cart.
-Shut your mouth. -Who are you talking to?
Dirty clown!
Are you crazy or what?
I host you at my place and you act smart?
No more album, it's over.
You're dead and buried in rap. You're useless now.
Come on, get out of here.
Get out, I told you. Clear out!
Before you trigger something you can't handle.
Dirty clown, go!
And for your Karnage, deal with it now.
You're no longer under my protection.
Come on, get out of my sight.
Get lost!
He's crazy.
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He's crying.
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-Well...
Don't you want me to come up?
-No, I'm going to grab some stuff and we'll sleep at Fatou's.
-OK.
-Thanks anyway.
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-Relaxed.
Stepping back, very good.
Come on, come on. Come on, nardinamouk.
Mark, zebi. What's this nonsense?
There.
Get me a mango juice with you.
Are you serious or doing it on purpose?
You're the one doing the shopping. You didn't buy mango juice.
-Yeah, I admit.
Doorbell
But how come? Son of a bitch,
wallah, you're out.
Come on, get lost. Change of plans.
Beep
-How are you?
-Yeah, how are you? -And Liam?
-He's fine, I think.
It's like he experienced
a bad dream.
I came to thank you.
-You don't need that.
-Yes, a guy who keeps his promises, doesn't run
the streets, and honestly,
even if you hid things from me, you were there.
-I hid things because I thought I could protect you.
It wasn't to sell you dreams.
-I know, I understand.
Do you still want
to produce me?
-Are you serious?
I'm all in. But you? -Yeah.
-Are you sure?
Nasser would have found me sooner or later.
There will always be trouble.
In that case,
might as well do what I love.
-You're right.
-But we no longer hide anything.
-You have my word.
-I never want to be pushed around again.
No concessions, no prisoners.
I want to become untouchable
so that the haters think twice before messing with me.
-Are you serious?
You're hugging without me?
Come here, in my arms.
-Thanks, guys.
-Hey, bro,
why didn't you leave for the homeland like you said?
-I haven't finished what I had to do here yet.
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