A Gang Story

We all dream of the same things...

A nice quiet life...

A happy family, a house...

Friends you can count on...

I was lucky:
I got all that.

And more...

JimmyBG28

Gerard Lanvin

Tcheky Karyo

Daniel Duval

Lionnel Astier

A GANG STORY:

Director:

Olivier Marchal

Aged 20, I didn't know it,

but it's already too late.

Your fate is set.

I 'd neglected my dad's advice .

Remember...

Being decent,

not talking a lot,

or straying from your path .

Except it doesn't work that way...

Your past's your flesh and blood.

And in the end it drags you down.

Jesus,

son of the living God,

we beg You to hear us out.

Most Holy Father,

without Your help

we're all sinners.

We pray You to make us,

worthy...

of the heavenly

kingdom.

You made for us

since the Creation.

By this first sacrament,

that you receive today,

you enter the world

of the baptized.

The Lord rejoices,

and promises

to watch over you,

for your whole life.

May this child remain,

in our eyes and forever,

a gift from heaven,

and like the earthly love,

that beg at him,

continue

to grow and grow.

Yes.

Lilou's not here. How come?

She's fetching her kid at school.

She'll join us at your party.

You OK?

Remember, we're due at Momon's.

Why are you here?

I heard of your problems.

I don't need you, Dad.

Don't believe that crap.

Who's this man, Mom?

Your grandpa.

I got a safe place for you.

Police! Freeze!

Let go of him!

Gimme your wrists!

Let him go!

Get up!

You f***ers had to bust me here?

We're dumb cops, Serge.

We just obey.

Let's go!

Why act cute, Serge?

You'll die of old age

in jail, forgotten .

Unless Zerbib

gets you killed inside.

Your only hope is to snitch on him.

Rat on him, and he'll get life.

Forget it, Lt. I won't blab.

What do you think?

Momon'll bust his ass

to get you out?

Gypsies don't belong here!

And you stink. Beat it!

Your mom don't make you wash?

Rat faces don't have a mom!

I mean you, rat face!

Let him go, creeps!

I'm Serge Suttel. And you?

Momon.

Momon won't lift a finger.

Code of honor, solidarity.

All that's over.

He's an old fart who drinks

and plays cards in his bar.

April 1964

He looked like my dad...

A crate of cherries! Pull up, Serge!

Hurry!

Grab the onions, too.

Want an onion?

You dumb-ass!

Who decided to steal the goods?

Wasn't theft, we were drunk.

Which of you two?

It was me.

They're juicy!

Size of your balls, eat some!

But I got two!

To you that's fine?

What?

Taking what isn't yours.

Come on, eat 'em!

- Drive!

Whoever takes something not his,

is guilty of theft.

That's French law.

And French law applies to everyone.

Even those of your race.

We're not a race, we're a people.

You'll both go to jail for 6 months.

You'll have time to think it over.

For those cherries?

For those cherries, yes.

As you wish, Serge.

But think fast:

tomorrow's too late.

Once you're inside,

I can't help you.

Raise your arms!

Open your mouth!

Wider!

Pants down!

Shorts too!

Turn around.

Turn!

Serge worked for thugs

paid by Roland Zerbib.

As go-between

with his Spanish suppliers.

He crossed them,

and got on their hit list.

That's why he beat it back to Lyons.

Now they'll waste him like a dog.

With Zerbib's contacts in jails,

he's a goner.

So what do we do?

Hit the jailhouse with bazookas?

Serge made 2 mistakes:

crossing Zerbib and dealing dope.

He looked for trouble, and got it.

You're saying that?

Yes, I am.

Momon, he's our pal.

OK he goofed, but we gotta act.

We'll act.

We get him a top lawyer

and bribe the guards

to protect him round the clock.

Momon?

There's guys out front.

- I'm coming.

I didn't want them

to miss the party.

But Serge won't be able to come.

Serge who?

On the run for 13 years.

Dumb!

It was 13 years outside.

How'd you find him?

Want the names

of the cops who nabbed him, too?

By screwing everyone,

he made enemies.

Got a message for him?

You playing mailman?

Who's he?

Brauner, the new Crime Squad boss.

We'll deal with that too.

You knew what your dad did?

No, Momon.

That's your scene, not mine.

The cops did that to you?

Was it Carlo?

A wife-beater isn't a man.

Say the word, I'll have

your hubby's hands cut off.

Come along.

You OK, kid?

He nice to you?

See, you're not scared any more.

He's a good doggie.

He's my best friend!

You're sad?

Wait, you got us.

Don't mess with other men's wives

on my turf, OK?

We're just talking, Momon.

Thanks for the dough.

Son, it's so the kid lives well,

and doesn't have

to do like Grandpa.

But I love his grandpa,

he's the only dad I wanted.

Go ask Mom to dance.

Think you'll wow me this way?

It worked the first time.

You smell good.

What's your name?

Janou.

You like kids, Janou?

Sure.

You want some?

Some day, maybe.

First I gotta find their dad.

You've found him.

I mean it.

I saw you and said, that's her.

You use that scam often?

- It's the first time.

I want you for life.

Sure.

Those are just words.

My word's my bond.

Ask around.

What'll you do for Serge?

What he'd have done for me.

Meaning?

Nothing violent, Janou.

You have my word.

It'll all be legal.

You should go to bed.

It's late.

Hi, Momon.

Gimme a light.

Things OK, Tony?

They're in the back.

But I was tailed, dunno by who.

Cops?

- I doubt it.

I'll handle it.

Momon, things OK?

- Yeah.

Lawyer says it's shitty.

Serge's headed for the Arles pen.

The good news is he'll be in solitary,

watched day and night.

With guards

to hold his cock when he pees.

The bad news is

he'll go nuts in no time at all.

When's he being moved?

No, Christo. We discarded that.

Cops can outgun us oldies.

And I promised Janou.

We can do it.

Who are you?

We did the Aix Casino heist.

We've teamed up.

They'll do it for you.

Well, Momon?

It's dumb.

If you don't have the balls,

we'll do it.

Speaking of balls, Carlo...

Mine are where they belong.

I don't use them

to beat up my woman.

Cut it out, Momon!

Leave him alone.

Stay out of it!

- That'll do!

You hit Lilou again,

I'll bury you alive!

Got that?

You got that?

That'll do, Momon.

Vincent!

Get me a rag.

When can we see your guys?

When you want.

- I want.

We're ready Sunday 28th.

Get moved to Emergency.

Our pal's leaving the house,

headed midtown.

He just passed us.

Headed for you, Chief.

I got him.

Entering Jaurs Ave.

I stick on his ass to Sablons.

Roger, 6.

Command to all.

They're coming out.

Let us do our job.

We'll advise you when he's due out.

Wait there.

Command to Biker,

he'll be driving by.

Roger.

He still on our ass?

- Yeah.

What the f***'s all this?

What they up to?

Trying to shaft us.

Park your ass.

Can I go pee?

Sure.

Your badge?

- We're cops, too.

Your badge!

Move!

Your gun! Get down!

Get down!

Sh*t, get down!

Hey! You two!

F*** off! !

Hit the deck!

Your gun!

Freeze!

Let's split!

I wasn't there, Janou.

The cop who died

was a mother of two.

One's your grandson's age.

It was on TV all night.

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