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Her little wazoo.

I'm right behind you!

And I'm carrying your bag.

Sorry, man.

I shouldn't have eaten that.

Man,

I got an idea.

What is it?

- A good idea.

- What're you doing?

I'll wreck his doormat.

- You can't be serious.

- Totally sincere!

- You're totally sick!

- Hakuna Matata!

Cut it out! You a**hole!

- Why?

- I couldn't hold it anyway.

That's gross, man.

Go on ahead then.

Vadim?

It's Emilie.

- F***!

- How's it going?

Are you okay?

What're you doing?

Just leaving something...

Damn!

Because I lost my...

Lost your what?

I dunno. Nothing, actually.

I'll help you.

I found it!

It's okay.

My mother says I have eagle eyes.

What is it?

It's me, man.

My cousin in the 'hood

can set us up with a dealer.

Great.

But the guy, Omar,

deals in semi-wholesale,

so I'm pretty sure

he'll want us to buy in bulk.

What's wrong?

You reek all the time.

It's the hash. Makes me stink.

- It's awful.

- Sorry.

Anyway, we gotta find customers

who'll buy a lot up front.

- Talk about it tomorrow?

- Why?

I'm sleeping.

Okay, then tomorrow.

- 'Night, pal.

- 'Night.

You're busting my balls!

I'm just having fun.

Cut it out! It's not funny.

Beat it. Really.

Something bothers me.

What is it?

If I buy a pound at once,

you won't come visit.

If you don't need money,

you'll drop me like your dad.

No, I won't.

And he's the one who dropped me.

Sorry, I'm paranoid.

How're things with whatshername?

Maia?

Dunno.

I'm supposed to see her Saturday.

But I don't think

she wants a guy who's slumming,

a self-styled dealer... I don't know.

Yes,

but that's what you say.

Maybe she'll find it exciting

to be with an outlaw.

Maybe she'll like you

for doing it

to keep doing what you love.

I think it's fine, and admirable.

Come in here

before you go. I have a gift for you.

A gift?

Nice.

That gives me the creeps.

Like it?

No, it's creepy. lt bothers me.

I think it's ugly.

And Vad isn't going

to be wild either.

On the contrary,

it might speak to his artistic side.

It'll give him an anxiety attack.

My dad's lending us the car

for tomorrow.

Great.

How's it going?

What're you up to?

Chilling out.

Julia and I have planned

a surprise birthday party for Nestor.

He's not gonna like that.

I know his mom died in childbirth.

But if he has no choice...

Wobbly theory.

Very wobbly, but who knows?

Let's do it and we'll see.

I'm showering. Some dirty bum

touched me at the market.

By the way, forget it!

What?

That piece of sh*t.

The painting?

lt goes.

Sh*t.

What intuition.

Shut your trap.

Help me get rid of it.

That music, seriously?

What's wrong?

It's Sacha Distel,

a classic.

And the lyrics:

"no worries, no cares."

It'll be good luck.

What'd you do to your hair?

- Like it?

- Not at all.

What's that stupid getup?

It's just right.

No, it's totally ambiguous:

Half 90s racaille on the bottom,

half mafia boss on top.

I couldn't make up my mind.

So I combined them.

Where are you? I'm waiting.

Sh*t.

- But it works.

- No, it doesn't.

Nothing to change into?

- Let's go, then.

- Hang on.

Oh sh*t!

Trust me.

A combat dog, we're in gangsta mode.

I'm warning you:
I do the talking.

This isn't GTA.

We only have one life.

- What're you doing?

- Gangsta code. I saw it on TV.

Why whistle, a**hole? C'mon.

There.

Now we can go.

Out of the mouth of finks comes truth

Kilo, what're you doing?

What now?

I dunno. He won't budge.

- Drag him by the leash.

- I'm trying.

What gives?

We're coming.

C'mon, Kilo!

Oh, f***!

- Where's the dough?

- No idea.

Your mother sucks bears

I'll handle this.

Shut up!

Sure.

Keep your trap shut.

Shut the door.

We can't hear ourselves!

It's very simple.

I'm a calm person

and I like to stay that way.

I don't enjoy that stuff.

So if you don't want the same,

follow instructions.

The plan is simple:

I give you 4 kilos of weed today.

You sell it.

You bring back 20,000 euros

Sunday at 8 a.m. on the dot.

Thank you,

the explanation's clear as a bell.

But we only need 2 kilos in fact.

That's the thing.

If you want 2 kilos, fine with me.

But you gotta pay up front.

No credit for under 4 kilos.

I get it.

We gotta take 4 kilos, man.

- We can't take 4 kilos.

- We have to.

I'll take responsibility.

So we'll go with the first option,

the 4-kilo option

because we don't have any money.

I love it when a plan comes together.

- The A-Team.

- Shut up!

Man.

He jabbers.

Okay, guys.

Not a minute, not a second late.

Okay?

Or else,

you know the route.

- To go to the other...

- Where they...

I'm not a wimp, guys.

As soon as we walked in...

I agree.

He's not a joker.

- He's not kidding.

- Shut up!

Okay,

if you're sick of wimpy stuff

and you wanna shift into high gear,

you can do that, too.

XTC.

- Ecstasy.

- I know that.

Sorry. So anyway,

thanks for the opportunity,

because not many

give young people a chance...

Take your bag, your lady,

your dog and beat it.

We've got a long drive.

Thanks again.

Don't forget:
Sunday morning,

8 a.m. on the dot.

Oh, f***.

Your hair looks cool like that.

- Think so?

- Yeah, awesome.

lt feels better now.

Others'll feel better too.

ls it ugly? You bullshitting me?

It's the pits.

David Luiz on 'shrooms.

I kinda like it.

You're making us miss the party.

Can't your old lady wait?

No, she can't wait.

5 minutes,

and you'll be glad for the money.

5 minutes, my ass. I know you.

- I go up and come back down.

- Mega drag...

Shut up.

What's this buzzkill?

The cop's coming toward us.

He's coming this way.

He's coming here!

To tell us to turn around.

- This is bad!

- Relax.

We gotta get outta here.

Shut the door!

Cops can smell fear, like horses.

The weed's in the trunk!

- You're paranoid.

- Sh*t, the ecstasy!

Hide it in your pocket.

What if they search me?

The street's blocked. Clear the area.

You have to turn around.

A problem, sir?

Articulate.

We're not... No problem.

I'll just back up.

Have a nice day.

You jerk, I swallowed that thing.

Wait, the concierge. Call to her.

- Hey concierge!

- You nuts?

I don't know her name.

Yeah, try Madam.

Excuse me, I'm Samuel.

Hello, young man.

What's going on?

Madame Simone had a bad attack.

They took her to the hospital.

Thanks.

Sure. Goodbye.

It's typical. Old folks have attacks.

No, it's flipping me out.

I feel awful.

And you made me swallow that sh*t!

You into her?

Who, Madame Simone?

Sure I'm into her. We do theater

together, we talk, we laugh.

You got a thing going. She cute?

Man, she's 80! Are you nuts?

Relax.

If she doesn't take our weed,

we're screwed.

Tell that boxer guy we'll deliver.

I already did. I wrote,

"Dinner's ready. Steak with herbs."

- Man, it...

- Whatsa matter?

- Something zipped by.

- Like a flash?

No, like a zipper.

A fly coming at me.

The stuff's working.

Relax.

They'll be too smashed to notice.

I'm starting to feel it too.

Tonight we'll party.

Put our troubles aside till tomorrow.

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