Divines Page #3

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Hey, pal!

How's it going? The family?

They're my girls, replacing Samir.

Watch that motherf***er!

He tries to nick all my punters.

Cover Dounia

when she goes down to the cellar.

I don't want any fuss.

Any trouble,

I don't know you, you don't know me.

We should do a Snapchat story,

or no one'll know we're selling.

Stop it! We're in with Rebecca now.

The cash'll start pouring in!

All we're getting here is bored!

Try to look ahead a bit.

Just imagine, we're in Phuket...

Blue sky,

turquoise sea, sunshine...

Ferrari, my Ferrari!

Come on.

You go.

You're not coming?

Okay, I'll go without you.

Wait.

There, I'm in.

Put your Ray-Bans on.

Yeah or what?

-Do I put my seat belt on?

-Yeah.

We're off!

The wind in our hair. We slay!

Such a beautiful day.

Not enough hair

for it to blow in the wind!

Never mind.

Sh*t, watch your speed!

-Don't worry.

-Take the bend!

Watch out in front!

Wait, wait, wait!

Watch out, watch out!

-And straighten up.

-Nice one.

Hang on...

Watch out!

A big blond guy

with a gorgeous booty.

Six foot tall and hot!

He's yours. He's noticed us.

Colgate smile, a six-pack...

Blow him a kiss.

Slap his booty!

He likes it. Get in.

We said get in!

Let's drive.

And we're driving.

-Some music?

-Some music.

We're at the villa.

It's heaving!

Splash your cash around!

Present!

Hey, don't touch the windscreen!

Champagne!

I know you're there.

I can smell you.

F***, a punter.

-What do we do?

-Keep cool.

You seen Samir?

We're Samir.

What do you mean?

We're Samir. Do you want something?

For twenty?

Keep an eye out.

Got the cash?

Here.

-What are you doing?

-Give me my money back!

What are you doing?

Open your mouth!

Give me my money!

You think I'm a b*tch?

What did I tell you?

Give me my money!

You're messing with Rebecca!

Do you wanna mess with Rebecca?

Take your sh*t dope!

Give me my money.

Get outta here!

-Give me my money.

-No, you deal with Rebecca now.

Dounia!

F***, what did he do to you?

Listen.

Look.

There's no one.

What the f*** did he do to you?

Easy.

-Gently.

-It's not broken.

You did good.

F***!

I can't let my mum see me like this.

You can sleep here if you like.

Thanks, but I have to get back.

Your hair's really long.

Why don't you wear it down?

You could be beautiful.

You don't realise, you're still a kid.

I'm not a kid anymore.

Those two marks there are his eyes.

Hit hard!

Go!

I can't.

Go on!

Again! That's it, go for it!

What's that?

For me?

A present.

Where's it from?

-A collection at the mosque.

-For us?

Is it Christmas at the mosque?

This is for the rent.

Where's this money from?

I told you, a collection.

Cartier, from a collection?

Stop worrying.

Make the most of it.

Here, let me smell it.

Swear it's true.

I swear.

I love you!

Lord, forgive me.

Hey, you!

Where's my money?

I don't have time for this.

-I can't get that move.

-Who cares?

-You try it.

-I'm not interested!

Why do you watch me for hours, then?

See...

you haven't got it yet.

Let go... Let go!

What's your game?

Now what will you do?

That all you got?

Where are you going?

That turns you on, right?

You think I left it here?

What are you doing?

Let go of me!

Let go, I'm not playing around!

You're beautiful.

Let go of my hair!

I'm not joking.

Let go!

What do you think?

Am I getting there?

Getting spruced up

for the concierge?

Busted, Jacky! I knew it!

-What are you doing?

-I'm in pain.

I don't care, get up!

-I can't do it.

-I don't care, get up!

-She should wear...

-Shut it and chop!

Do it with the kebab box

on your head.

The police never stop a woman in heels.

So keep trying.

I'm not doing it just to be nasty.

Come on, faster!

For f***'s sake!

Why do the poor stay poor?

Because the rich take it all.

No, because the poor don't dare.

You have to dare to be rich.

Visualise the money and it'll come.

I just visualise it, and it'll come?

Yes, money is an energy.

It's a flow.

You have to demand it.

"I dare to be rich."

I dare to be rich!

I dare to be rich!

Why are we torturing ourselves?

We don't have to do anything.

What are you, a beggar?

Never lose sight of the money.

Do everything to get it.

You, walk and visualise.

You, chop and visualise.

If you can walk in heels,

we'll make 100 grand, easy!

A hundred grand?

-She'll get 100 grand?

-Of course.

Gotta use your brain.

Fetch the iPad.

-Who's that?

-Reda.

My old supplier,

grassed me to the filth.

F***er!

He's paranoid.

He'd suspect his own mum.

One night, he was totally out of it

and told me where he keeps his cash.

One hundred thousand euros,

always in his flat.

You're gonna get it for me.

How?

With your heels.

He won't be able to resist you.

Hot chicks are his weakness.

He won't even notice me.

Look at them!

They're whores.

But you look different.

He has to take you to his flat.

Guys are like dogs.

They smell fear, they eat you up.

You look scared a lot.

No, I'm not scared.

See, you're scared.

Because you're scary!

It's in the eyes.

The far-away look.

Are you scared? Yes or no?

Open your mouth.

Open your f***ing mouth!

Stop it!

-What are you doing?

-Want me to blow your brains out?

To waste you?

Are you scared or not?

You strike!

Then you caress.

I couldn't even fit one tit

into this top.

It's tiny!

I could go like this.

Fit right in!

I come along...

Inspection, sir.

I hear there's 100,000 euros hidden here.

Don't try it on with me!

A hundred grand, a hundred grand...

-You don't fool me.

-He'll run a mile!

Come on, Reda.

You fancy me, admit it.

Stop it.

Come on, just a little kiss.

What you doing?

You're getting too cocky, bastard.

Don't call me that!

You think you're in daddy's car,

or what?

You're screwed with Rebecca.

If I say we have the top down...

We have the top down!

Drive!

Do you see him?

No.

Too many baldies!

The champagne's flowing! Wicked!

Hot b*tches here!

Almost showing their minges.

I'm shocked!

There he is.

Look.

F***!

The way he's holding her,

the dirty old man!

Stop it!

Wiggle your bum!

-He'll never notice you.

-Leave me alone!

You're mental!

I don't believe it.

He was looking at you like this...

I swear.

He lost interest in all the others.

He eyed you up

like a Big Mac during Ramadan.

Where's Samir?

What?

We told him here.

Maybe he's on the other side.

No, he's not. We said to wait here.

Call him, he can't be far.

No answer.

It's 3:
00 a.m. My mum'll kill me!

Don't worry.

Don't worry? Let's find a taxi.

-Do you love me?

-Of course.

You like that, eh?

You are hot!

What you doing with my mum?

What? You f***ed me!

So I f***ed your mum!

What are you gonna do about it?

Put that down!

You wanna hit me? Go ahead!

You had it coming, bastard!

What's got into you?

-What's got into you?

-Don't talk to your mother like that!

Shagging that piece of sh*t!

What the f*** got into you?

If I want to screw, I screw!

You're never here,

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