Downloaded from YTS.MX
"MEN ARE BORN FREE AND EQUAL IN LAW.
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
THEN THEY'RE ON THEIR OWN."
Hey?
What?
Ever wondered why reggae songs always start with a drumroll?
You serious? You wanna talk about that now?
You don't wanna know?
Spill, if you're bursting to tell me.
The drumroll is the sound of the cannons bringing down the walls of Babylon.
What's Babylon?
Babylon is a city putrid with capitalism and corruption.
Capitalists, don't worry. I'll take care of them.
What's he doing?
Look at that son of a bitch. Go on.
Shit!
GOLD BRICK
BREUIL & SONS NUMBER ONE IN CHARTRES
My name is Daniel Sauveur.
I was born in Chartres. Central France.
In the middle of nowhere.
My mom had one dream.
To have a view of the cathedral.
Even though it was from a distance, Dad gave it to her before leaving us.
The Breuils took that too.
The Breuils are the most loaded family in town.
From father to son.
There are Breuils in your town too.
The ones who crush you with the heel of their shoes.
They don't even mean to do it, those idiots.
I learned that if you want a nice view, there's no choice.
You have to hustle to get to the top. Especially on top of the Breuils.
So I began to watch them to understand how they got there.
-You know what? -Hi.
There's nothing to understand.
-Thinking of you. -Thanks.
Some people are born with, and some without. That's it.
Your mother is waiting for you.
In Chartres, there's Breuil & Sons,
and way further down, there's everyone else.
Every Wednesday, Breuil Sr. ate at this place with his son, Patrick.
The little one there.
He probably doesn't know it, but we went to the same elementary school.
-Two coffees for table four. -I only have two hands!
This is Unc.
I have the veal!
-My father's best friend. -Go!
He looked after us after he died.
-You seen the kid? -No.
Every Wednesday, I spent the day with him here, at the Beaux Arts,
the Michelin-starred restaurant.
-I told you to stay in the kitchen. -Look, Unc.
Look at the woman, table 25.
Mrs. Breuil?
You see her bag? She's left it behind two Wednesdays in a row.
-So what? -I have a plan.
Mrs. Breuil! You forgot your bag, madam.
Thanks, that's kind. For you.
Mom.
Here.
When you're from Chartres, you learn it early on.
The Breuils always win.
There was a time when people started naming their kids
after their favorite brands.
That's how my best friend found himself with the name Scania.
Like the trucks.
He hated the Breuils too.
His dad worked as a trucker for them, so he never got to see him.
When I lost my father,
some kids at school started calling me "bastard."
And Scania made them pay every time.
So I share everything with him.
Fifty-fifty.
Hey, see you.
When we got older,
we swore never to work for the Breuils like our fathers had.
We set up our own business.
It wasn't dumb. It worked.
All right, Coz?
Except that here, all roads lead to…
Breuil & Sons of bitches.
Like everyone else, we ended up working for the Breuils.
Way too much.
Over 90% of your turnover comes from us.
Economic dependence. Sorry. I don't make the rules.
Hey, give me that!
Economic dependence is when you do too much business with one client.
-Apparently, that's not good. -Let go!
Stop.
Get lost!
Because we didn't have any other clients and owed money to the bank,
we were done for.
We had no choice.
Scania had to take a job as a driver for Breuil.
I held out another three months, but a man's gotta eat, right?
What the hell are you doing? Smoke break's over. Give me that.
That's him.
Is that him?
Daniel Sauveur, sir.
-Save the formality. Call me "boss." -Boss.
Have you told your buddy how things work?
How things work?
Let me explain.
I have free rein over who I hire and fire around here.
I'll give you a short-term contract for six months.
At the end of that, Breuil Sr. will pay you a 10% indemnity, 900 euros.
That's it? 900 euros and no trade-offs?
It's the law, but don't get excited.
You're going to give me that bonus in cash.
-50% now, 50% at the end of the contract. -What?
Otherwise, I'll fire you during your trial period.
Pay up and I'll keep you on.
Same thing, 50 at the end, 50 when you start.
But I don't have 450 euros right now. I've got nothing.
Your buddy said he'd take care of it.
Thanks.
-Why are you giving money to that wimp? -This way, you have a job.
And that's how, after taking over the whole town, the Breuils got me too.
The locals see working here as a step-up.
They reckon they're doing something high-end.
The global distribution of Parisian luxury.
The quintessence of the French psyche.
Givenchy, Dior, Saint Laurent.
The whole shebang. Anyway, you get the picture.
In reality, those luxury brands send their perfume to Breuil in cubes,
and we put them in bottles, boxes, cardboard boxes, and pallets.
Then we deliver them to big clients across the world.
I started out in quality control for Colin Brown.
It's a big American luxury brand.
You know? The black and white ads with guys and chicks in jeans.
I've seen it all come through.
CB Gold, of course.
CB X-treme, when techno was back on the club scene.
CB Green for the eco-friendly crowd.
I even saw CB Red when guys wanted to smell nice to work out.
You think I'm kidding? I'm not.
Excuse me?
What's going on here?
The old guy croaked.
Breuil?
Let's just say that if there was one less Breuil in the world, I was in.
But don't forget, the Breuils always win.
At my age, having done nothing to deserve it,
little Patrick became the big boss.
His future was all mapped out, while I didn't have one.
Even so, that's when everything changed for me.
Hello. Béatrice Breuil, Patrick's wife.
A gift to celebrate his taking over as head of the company.
A Bois d'Argent fragrance.
-Hello. -Hi.
-A little gift from our family. -Thanks.
What about you, Daniel?
How's it going with the perfumers? Is the son any better than the father?
Not sure.
They're really taking it out of you.
Yeah. They wear us out.
Guess what your mom and I heard on the local news last night?
A few liters of perfume concentrate can go for the same price as a kilo of gold.
Fuck. At that price, you'd better smell good.
A bit of water with some kind of dumb flower juice… 30,000 smackers.
Those guys think they're so fancy.
YOUR SALE PRICE - 50 €
INTERESTED IN THE COLIN BROWN!
Scania, I've been watching them for days, I'm telling you.
There's only one time when the boxes don't ring at the gate.
There's piles of money to be made.
Enough with that bullshit.
I sold one bottle online. I made 50 euros in one second.
Why would we miss out on a gold mine like that?
Tell me. What do we have to lose here? I'm doing it, so do it.
What are you doing about Kowalski?
That Polack's the one who's gonna let us into the chicken coop.
-I know how to handle him. -You're killing me.
I'm throwing pearls before swine with you.
Evening, Patrick.
Jacques-Yves. I'm pleased you could come.
He'd have been touched.
You should be proud. Armand was a front-runner to the end.
Thanks, Jacques-Yves.
None of that between us, now that we'll be seeing more of each other.
-How so? -I'll swing by from time to time.
To see that our products are still getting the same treatment.
I'd like to introduce you to Béatrice.
Béa.
My wife, Béatrice. Jacques-Yves Rousseau from Colin Brown.
Nice to meet you.
-My pleasure. -And…
Brice Nougarolis, Parfums VIP.
Yes, the online discounter. We know who you are.
Boss! One of your Polacks ran over one of my boxes with his Fenwick.
-Polack? -Yeah.
Hold on.
-"One of my Polacks"? -Yeah.
You know what, Sauveur?
From now on, it won't be my Polacks taking care of the trash.
It's going to be you, my little French helper.
You can start right now. Get rid of this.
As David Douillet would say, stupidity is like judo.
Dick.
You need to use your opponent's strength.
-Sauveur? -Yeah.
He's a dick, boss.
Hello. I'm going to the incinerator.
-Go ahead. -Thanks.
Take people who work in offices.
They take pens home for their kids to have something to draw with.
You don't have a problem with that, right?
Scania and I work in perfume, and we don't have kids.
Same thing.
In six months, we made 10,000 smackers each by selling online.
I was able to help out Unc and Mom. And Scania bought me a rollie.
Enjoying life?
Hey!
Go fuck yourself.
May I buy you a drink?
Yeah? Hey! A couple of mojitos!
-Two? Got it. -Thanks.
I'm a regular here.
How come I've never seen that lovely face before?
I just moved back to Chartres.
Yeah?
People usually tend to leave.
What brought you back?
-Work. -Perfume?
Like everyone.
-Like me. -Oh yeah?
-Yeah. -For whom?
For whom? For myself. I launched a small start-up.
I'm selling luxury brands at a discount.
For now. Down the line, who knows.
Growth is good for now. Exponential, you could say.
At the beginning, we were more into B2B licensing,
wanting to move into B2C, so we went with the US straightaway.
Then we thought, in the medium term, why not totally flood the metaverse,
directly on the Internet, too,
in the peripheral, secondary universes.
And so now we're trying to…
You've got to take a break, too, you know. We're having a few parties with friends.
To blow off some steam, you know.
Because we've just taken three million, me and my friend over there.
He's a mediocre dancer,
but he's bought himself a nice little shack for 1.5 million
on the Opal Coast.
He bought it with cash, just like that.
And there's a whole group of us in the incubator.
Kind of like modern-day "golden boys," without the guns.
We said to ourselves, "We might go crazy."
That's the risk, so we'd better not. So, what do you think?
-What do you think? -About?
How about we go for dinner at the Beaux Arts? Monday at 8:00 p.m.?
No.
-8:30? -Thanks.
8:30? A little later?
Hey!
Amigo, is that a Rorolove you have there? Let me see.
My mother gave it to me for my birthday.
-Give it or you're out. -No, boss.
Your contract is up for renewal. You're two days late. My 500 smackers?
I'll pay you tomorrow.
I don't do credit.
There you go. Perfect.
I wouldn't have wanted to put someone else on trash duty.
Trash really suits you.
Go on, move it.
Son of a bitch.
COUNTERFEIT PRODUCTS
What?
USERS HAVE REPORTED THE SALE OF COUNTERFEIT PRODUCTS
Bastards.
Daniel?
Fuck.
Daniel?
Yeah?
-Come down! -Yeah!
Lt. Fayard, national police. We were called in by the customs service.
Customs?
You must be mistaken. I've never crossed a border in my life.
I think you must have the wrong address.
Do you have a computer?
No.
What's your job, Daniel?
I work on the Breuil assembly line.
Breuil?
Doesn't mean a thing. The whole town works in perfume, so it's not…
Who mentioned perfume?
You asked whether I worked for Breuil. We make perfume, so I said "perfume."
Does lebonplan.fr mean anything to you?
Is that why you're… Okay. So, it's very…
So Breuil Jr. took over the company.
His wife, very kindly, gave a bottle to all the employees.
And because I don't use that scent,
I thought I'd sell it online.
So I sold it for 50 euros.
It's true that I told my friends about it.
And so everyone wanted me to sell theirs.
But it was really temporary.
I mean, I wasn't planning to have a business, you know.
That might be why you saw multiple sales.
-Online? -Online, yeah.
Without a computer?
Without… Yeah. Someone lent one to me just for that.
-We've never had one. -Yeah.
Actually, it'd be useful to get one to buy stuff.
Fencing counterfeit goods gets you five years.
And a 375,000 euro fine.
I'll stay in line.
I can't call you. The cops put a tap on my phone.
What are you talking about?
They searched the house.
They know about the Internet deal. It's over.
What do I do with the 200 bottles I have?
I don't know. I'll figure it out.
We need to make some money. I need to leave Mom's place.
I'm not going to get her involved in our mess.
It's Kowalski.
Go.
Come in.
I don't have you on my calendar, Mr. Sauveur.
You know my name? Did you look for it?
I'm the head of HR.
Really? Right.
-Take a seat. -Yes, thanks.
Weird that we haven't run into each other in the halls before.
So, where were you before?
I was with Breuil in the Paris office.
Then Mr. Breuil called me in as general manager.
Right, GM, okay.
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
Did you end up going with that other guy?
-Let's not discuss that. -No?
-No. -No.
Anything else?
No, I just came to set things straight.
No need.
Just for me, just to tell you that this whole Internet thing…
I'd been drinking, so I was talking nonsense.
I don't even own a computer, so it's…
It didn't make any sense. It was totally ridiculous.
So I wanted to apologize.
Drinking makes people exaggerate.
-Do you see… -Not really.
I have a meeting in five minutes. You've set things straight, so that's it.
We'll have an opportunity to discuss your personal development.
Got it, madam.
Just one last little thing.
About the dinner, are we still on?
No.
-No? -No.
-I don't mix business and personal. -Is it because I'm a warehouse worker?
I never said that.
It's just a bit hurtful. But, hey, you get used to it.
-I'll pick you up at 8:00 p.m., babe? -What are you doing?
-Have dinner with me. -Are you crazy?
A quick meal. What's the harm?
We'll see, but not here.
-We'll see? -Get out.
-"We'll see" means "we'll see." -Leave.
You didn't eat them last time. They got left in the fridge.
Hello.
Ladies and gents, all the Apple products!
iPhone, iPad, all the best Apple packages, get them here!
We've got luxury watches and glasses, sir!
Thirty euros. It's not expensive. They're quality.
It's French. A luxury product.
The latest iPhone, get it here!
-For 350 euros, it's yours, my friend. -Is it real, at least?
It's 350 euros.
I only have 300.
Give me the 300. That's great. All right.
Have a good day. It's not expensive!
Sir, this is the real thing.
All the Apple products!
-I'm going to the truck. -iPad! iPhone!
Get them here! Sir, anything you like?
-Trying to screw us over? -Not the teeth!
-Who are you, you little bastard? -Stop!
Stop!
Tell me when it's 30.
You tell me when to start counting!
The asshole's getting away!
Guys, stop! I have 200 perfumes worth 100 euros!
Sell them for 50. You'll make 5,000 in a weekend!
You think I believe you?
They're luxury products, guys! Colin Brown, come on!
-Why didn't you say? -Why didn't you talk to us at the stall?
-I didn't dare. -Come on, get up. What nonsense.
That's how I replaced the Internet with Titou and Raoul.
You have to admit, there's nothing better than buying local.
Right.
Let's say 50% at the end of every month.
Boss, it's our first time doing this.
-First time. -Yes.
You take 15 units ten times a week.
600 units per month at 60 euros apiece.
That means my cut is 18,000.
We don't sell for 60 euros a unit, boss.
You're a real asshole, Sauveur.
Right?
What are you doing?
Tomorrow.
Fuck, tomorrow.
Don't worry.
-Who is this? -It's us.
He's coming out for the money.
Come in. Not outside.
I didn't think losers like you were the type to save.
-Asshole. -Come here!
Hold on! Daniel!
Relax! Stop.
Damn it, it's broken.
-I'm going to send you to jail. -Shut up.
Scania's cousin works for Social Security.
He loved your short-term contract deal. Here, call him.
-Yes. -We'll explain it all to him.
You're going to tell him that it's not right.
-Here. -Okay, I get it.
-You got it? -Yes.
Here's a six-month disability claim.
I'll take this back.
It was mine. Let's not argue over it.
There.
You keep your mouth shut. We'll keep business running, okay?
Jesus.
In the time it took Breuil to replace Kowalski,
we had an open playing field.
We increased our numbers
to the point that my guys at the market…
Get a Kangoo! What's this thing?
…they struggled to keep up.
As for me, I finally got to leave my mom's place
and rent my own house in Croix-Bonnard
where the Cosmetic Valley executives live.
Do you like it, Mr. Sauveur? The appliances are new.
-Is it all in good order? -Everything is perfect.
-Perfect. -Is the file okay?
-Great. -Enjoy your well-deserved holiday.
You'll be comfy here, right?
To Breuil.
So, with this robotic inventory system,
robots scan all the boxes but not their contents?
That's right, Miss Van Stratten.
Some of the products won't be monitored.
1.1% across the entire stock.
-Marginal. -Marginal?
1.1% is a lot of products with the massive numbers we handle.
If we want to stay in the race,
or even, let's go crazy,
if we want to win this race,
we have to move more products more quickly.
So I'm the only one here who sees
that 1.1% of the 4.5 million perfumes we handle a year
represents over 2 million euros worth of perfume that's unmonitored.
Or you're the only one who doesn't see that we're monitoring 200 million euros.
Stéphane is right. Innovation has always been part of the company's DNA.
It's a green light from me. Thank you, everyone.
Thanks, Patrick.
Are you getting settled?
I gave the green light to a project to digitalize the inventory.
It should allow us to grow.
But, yeah…
I've wanted to ask you something, but I was waiting for…
For what?
I've always known that you weren't made for taking over Breuil.
That your father was pushing it a bit.
What's your question?
The other day at the Beaux Arts, Brice Nougarolis put an idea in my head.
Nougarolis?
What the hell was he doing there?
He's a perfume discounter. Everything Dad hated.
The biggest online retailer in Europe.
-You want me to go online. Is that it? -I'm being serious.
So what, then?
He said that he'd give everything to be in your shoes,
at the helm of a big cruise liner, something stupid like that.
I'm not following. What's this about?
I think Nougarolis would buy Breuil.
Dad and Grandad's company?
Your father is dead. Your grandad for even longer.
You want to sell and then do what?
Whatever we want.
Your dad always got in the way of your plans.
But that's over now. So sell.
Don't you see? This is what we need.
A fresh start.
You mean the three of us?
Are you talking about kids?
-Everything is copied there? -Right.
-Hello, Sauveur. -Hi.
-How are you? -What's going on here?
I have some good news.
Your job is going to be taken over by a foolproof scanner
that won't get tired of watching the products.
I don't get tired. I'm fulfilled.
I said it at the last meeting. I don't want to change roles.
It's always the same with your lot. You complain before you understand.
Kowalski is on disability.
So you'll get the assistant role.
You'll support Lablonde, who will replace him in stock management.
You're getting promoted.
I don't want it. HR didn't even warn me. Is this mandatory?
It was agreed at the top.
-Breuil? -Yes, Patrick.
-Fucking Breuil. -What did you say?
The French economy has created over 100,000 jobs. Good news.
-Where are you going? -To the incinerator. The dumpster's full.
Sit down.
Why?
You're the assistant, Sauveur. The trash is for the warehouse workers.
I'm not gonna wait for a bedsore from sitting on my ass.
-I don't mind helping out a bit. -Well, I do mind.
-Do you know about collective agreements? -Yeah.
It's not just your right to sit on your ass. It's your duty.
You know how many guys have seen the wrong end of a cop's baton
just for your ass?
Don't mess things up for us, okay?
Sit down!
…there's also an issue with a fear of recruiting…
I left my life behind to go to Paris for training
because you asked me to.
You bring me back, then give the job you promised me to a moron.
Stéphane isn't a moron.
He has qualifications.
Five years at private-sales.com.
Working with him is a way for you to increase your skill set.
-Increase my skill set? -Virginie.
It's a management decision.
You want to talk about management?
I'm going to ask you a question that I was given during the training.
Focus.
In your company, who do you fire first?
The smart person who works hard, the smart person who doesn't,
the idiot who works hard, or the idiot who doesn't?
It's the idiot who works hard. He does the most damage.
Now, imagine that in this company,
the idiot's the person with all the power.
Are we talking about Stéphane?
Sauveur, where are you going?
Fuck, how do they do it?
TONIGHT?
PACKAGING AWARDS BREUIL & SONS
That's her, with Gégé.
Your sweetheart is drunk as a skunk.
Don't say that when you come over.
Okay, you got it? You got the champagne?
I'm heading over.
Good evening.
Evening.
You couldn't resist.
Coming here.
How are you?
I'm great.
He appointed a business school graduate.
A business school graduate?
I didn't see it coming. I'm so dumb. Even though I did everything right.
I believe people when they make promises, but people don't care about promises.
And then you're the fool. Like me.
I don't really understand. It's confusing. What's your point? I don't get it.
I told you Breuil made me come back for the role of general manager.
-Yes, right. -There you go.
Well, Breuil decided to give the general manager role to someone else.
Right. Because what's Breuil? He's an asshole.
The Breuils are bastards.
-No, okay. -I'm really…
Please, let's talk outside.
I'm sorry.
That wasn't exactly a great first date.
Second.
The first wasn't a raging success either.
What?
Wanna get your revenge on the Breuils?
I wouldn't know how.
But if you could?
Honestly?
Yes.
Can I kiss you?
What's the connection?
The connection is that I'm about to take a big risk for you.
I told her everything.
Don't ask me why. I just knew I had to.
A champion's instinct.
Wait, just…
Those barcode readers that scan the boxes?
How do they scan the bottles that are inside them?
The robots scan the container.
-What's the container? -Well, the boxes.
They don't count the bottles? That's dumb.
It's dumb, but it's fast. That's all Breuil cares about.
This is a pallet of 27 boxes.
Listen.
When we prepare an order, we take a whole box,
or we pick stuff out of a box at the top of the pallet.
Since we only scan the box, the system tolerates a margin of error.
It doesn't know how many bottles there are.
That margin of error is 1.1%
There. Listen to this. It's genius.
If we take less than 1.1% of the entire stock,
the system won't register an error and won't set off a warning.
And 1.1% equals millions, just waiting for us to take.
2.5 million, to be precise, which is 50,000 bottles.
-We can't take 50,000 bottles. -Why not?
50,000 bottles. That's actual theft, son.
50,000 bottles is nothing to Breuil.
We won't get caught. Give me the notepad.
We just need to find ten people. Build a team.
Ten people? How? I'm your only friend in the place.
To bring people into this, you need to know them a bit.
Scania, Virginie's job is to recruit people.
It's not her job to recruit people to steal from their boss.
Would lots of people refuse an extra month's salary
handed to them on a platter?
An extra salary every month.
Remember that our dream was always to make the Breuils pay.
With this, they'll lose 2.5 million euros.
It'd be criminal not to take them for every last cent.
Okay, maybe.
We need to convince ten people.
-Okay, that's good. -Yeah.
They're good. We can trust them.
We're not taking him. We're not taking Lablonde.
There's no way.
We have to take him.
Virginie taught me something.
Out of the 26 million workers in France, 800,000 are Buddhists.
That's nothing, right?
No one has ever heard of Buddhists.
Well, actually, there are twice as many of them
as the 400,000 union workers who bust our balls all year round,
which tells you what a nuisance they could be.
If the Breuil union had the bad idea of hitting us with a week-long strike,
we'd get nothing out and lose even more dough than Breuil.
She was right. We needed Lablonde. He was the union rep at the company.
Like they say in Japan, "Rain falls harder on a leaky roof."
So my business had to run like clockwork.
I found that the trick was to slip a duplicate of a big order
into the pile of orders to be prepared.
That one there.
If we were caught, it could be blamed on a small printing error.
Could happen to anyone.
Mr. Lablonde!
We had to have guys at every step of the pallet being processed.
First, Lablonde decides which team prepares what order.
That's Annie Boss, supervisor.
She makes sure the list gets into the right hands.
Franck Schumi, the Schumacher of forklift drivers.
I timed each of them ten times. He's the fastest.
He's in charge of lowering the top pallets,
the ones we never dip into.
There. You see how everything is automated.
With our friends.
The Seko twins.
Fabrice and Fabien. Known for their flexibility.
Their job is to take stuff from the bottom of the pallet
to delay, for as long as possible,
the discovery that products are missing from the stock.
It's very easy for the surveillance team to notice
if two identical big orders are being prepared at the same time.
It never happens, so that'd sound the alarm.
It's difficult to buy the security guards.
A private company changes them each week.
But watch Yasmina and Déborah.
Yasmina goes down the list of products from A to Z.
Déborah goes up the list from Z to A.
The guys on video don't get it.
Me neither. That must mean it's working.
See the A4 sheet that Mickaël is slipping between two boxes there?
Truckers and dockers aren't allowed inside the warehouse.
We use that sign
to follow the pallet that needs to be diverted after the gate.
Okay, let's watch.
Watch.
It's going to turn now. There.
-All done. -There you go.
There it is. 27 boxes of 72 bottles. I'll let you do the math.
-Lablonde validates the dispatch. -Okay.
Mourad, our docker, just has to divert it to the right truck.
I'll take that one in.
And our driver,
you already know him.
If you're no math wizard,
we lifted two pallets of 1,944 bottles a week.
On the market, that's 388,000 in cash every month.
Wanna come by tonight?
I'm not good at meeting people.
Isn't that the essence of your job?
It's not the same thing.
What? You can't handle it?
-Don't push, Sauveur. -What?
I'm in as deep as you are. I'm just cautious.
-We don't know where all this will lead. -We do.
We're going to rip two million off Breuil Jr.
I'm not talking about that. After.
After…
After that, we'll take our money. We'll leave this town, and we'll see.
You know nothing about me.
I know enough.
You think I'd leave it all behind for a warehouse worker?
Yes.
No?
Yes.
Okay.
They'll be waiting for me.
If by chance you want to set up a business like mine,
just a word of advice.
Take space into account.
I can guarantee that two pallets per week take up a whole lot of space.
And one last thing. Make sure to keep an eye on your team.
Don't forget. The worst rich person is the one who used to be poor.
From the first payday, every team member opened the bullshit floodgates.
And I mean big-time.
Schumi wanted to have cooking lessons with the chef at Beaux Arts.
Hi, Daniel.
A Michelin-star chef charges 300 smackers an hour.
Have you heard about cryptocurrency? It's billions, Schumi.
Gotta get those assholes.
As for Lablonde, the pinko of cosmetics,
his vice was horse racing bets.
You good, Daniel? Please don't give me all 200 euro bills this time. Okay?
That fool blew all his money at the bookies
on tips sent his way by his union buddies.
They don't like it at the coffee shop.
And every night, Mickaël bought rounds at the Pharaoh with his dear cousin Yoni
who came up with the brilliant idea of showing up at Breuil in a brand-new Audi.
They're friends. They're leaving in five minutes.
There was one thing that made me lose my shit.
I won't post them.
Yasmina and Déborah's stories about their shopping spree on Avenue Montaigne.
This time, I decided to take things in hand
and buy my neighbor's house.
Here's Santa Claus. I need some dough.
Refuel coming up. One sec.
They could blow as much as they wanted. Nothing was leaving this place.
Why would they buy all that shit?
Bunch of fools.
Every Friday, Scania and I paid everyone.
So, how full is that thing? Those idiots are costing me.
-And every Friday, it'd get messy. -Close it.
Come on! Give me mine!
This is great!
Fifty euros, ladies and gentlemen!
Because she's lovely.
Good, thanks.
-Both? -Both.
Not interested?
Both for 50 euros.
Quality perfume at a low price! Fifty euros!
No, there! Damn it! Every time!
Two for forty euros. Okay, give it to me.
Cheers.
Hello?
We do what we can, Daniel.
But you're pushing too much. We can't take it.
Tuesday, Moulins. Wednesday, Mâcon.
Thursday, Montbéliard. Friday, Montargis. Saturday, Montviers.
What do we do, bro?
You've done the towns starting with M. Do the cities starting with N!
We were reaching our limit. But that didn't bother anyone.
They only cared about their Friday night fiesta.
There was only one thing on my mind. Finding a way to grow bigger and bigger.
You know what? It was handed to me.
Jesus.
The magical child.
Jesus was Yasmina's half brother, and his guilty pleasure was orgies.
During his adventures,
he'd made friends with two directors of the Bergamini store,
the Italian Sephora that just came to France.
…in cash, every month.
He even talked them into doing business with me.
So we had to have structure.
The first problem I had was storage.
Whenever I have a problem, Scania has a cousin.
-How are you? -Hi.
He was a dairy farmer and broke as they come.
You good?
He'd had enough of eating what he could hunt,
so he jumped at the chance to rent out his barn.
-So? -Perfect.
Other than Scania and I, no one knew where the stock was.
It was better that way.
All we needed was our own truck to deliver to Bergamini, so I broke my piggy bank.
It's the least expensive one. Come.
Shut up!
With my small company, I sold all my stock to Bergamini like any other local company.
I sold them 20% cheaper than Breuil.
Apparently, Tapie said, "The first million is the hardest."
Well, I can tell you, not for us.
Drink!
The real France of tax-free overtime. That was us.
I mean, who would want something like that to end?
Béa?
Béa.
What?
-We have a huge problem. -What's wrong?
After signing the agreement in principle with Nougarolis…
I called you, remember?
-It's me. -So?
They just left.
Is it fully signed?
Just a few formalities.
Accounts audit, stock inventory by his auditors.
The sale will be complete in a month's time.
And? It was all going well. What happened after that?
Once I had left, I heard a loud noise from the warehouse.
What noise?
We had a metal sheet come off the roof a few months back.
Yes, you mentioned there were leaks.
Leaks in the warehouse.
So with all that water, he wanted to go take a look.
And he found them.
He opened 20 boxes at random.
All empty.
Why didn't you call the cops right away?
Well, Béa, because I'd just signed a binding agreement with Nougarolis.
If he hears about all this before I find the missing stock,
we're fucked.
You know what that means?
After the stock inventory, I'll be able to buy Breuil at half price.
Empty shelves sell at a lot less than full shelves, even if it's perfume.
What do you think?
I get myself a job at Breuil as an ex-con reentering the job market.
That always attracts the thugs. I identify the thieves. I infiltrate them.
I report back on the missing stock.
Nothing complicated.
Great.
You won't reveal your source? It's your business.
But did they give you any details that might have drawn your attention?
Bearing in mind your deadline, it could save us time.
There is something, now that I think about it.
Two, three weeks ago, Patrick came home all upset
because an employee took his spot in the parking lot.
It wasn't the poor guy's fault.
I took down the "Reserved for Armand Breuil" sign when he died.
-Two minutes. I'll get him. -Well…
"Two minutes…" You mean, one minute.
The odd thing is that it was a young warehouse worker with a luxury car.
An Audi TT, I think.
Sorry, boss. There's no sign, so I thought…
-I didn't want it to get scratched. -Yes.
An Audi TT.
That's more than enough.
On the face of it, we should get this done in under a week.
That's what I wanted to hear.
From now on, call me Ange.
-You good? Yeah. -All right?
-What are you eating? -Where have you been, looking like a mess?
Daniel's been looking for you.
Are you listening to me?
You can't just show up here at lunchtime every day.
Daniel's going to replace you. You hear, Yoni?
Screw Daniel.
Yeah?
Hey. You're screwing all of us.
Because of you, we couldn't get it out today.
We'll only get half our money on Friday. What's your excuse?
I'm in love.
-I'm going, or I'll punch him. -It's no big deal.
You dumb or what?
What's your dad's problem? He gets on my nerves.
-Did you hear what you said to him? -It's 8:00 a.m.
"8:00 a.m."? It's noon.
Have the clocks changed?
-Who's the girl? -The girl from the checkroom.
-At Pharaoh's? -Yeah.
-Isn't that the bouncer's girl? -Not between 3:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m.
-He's going to destroy you. -I can handle myself.
I'd like to see that.
-She's hot though. -Don't talk about my girl. It's serious.
-You bastard! -Bruce!
-It wasn't me! -Leave him!
-Hey, what are you doing? -Bruce, let him go!
You piece of shit! Asshole!
-Don't kill me! -Stop!
-Hey! Let me go! -Stop!
-Stop! I'm begging you! Bruce! -Let me go, asshole!
Fuck. What is that ex-con doing there?
Hey!
What are you doing?
I don't know, boss. I was told to fill--
You weren't told anything. Go see Lablonde.
He'll move you. Get this done.
What's with your cousin? He's ditched me twice this week.
It's serious this time. He's in the hospital.
-Two months on disability. -No way. What did you do?
We went out to the Pharaoh. He got beaten up by some guy.
You messing with me? Do you know what's at stake?
-I know. I'm sorry, but-- -Shut up.
We have a pallet to get out. How are you going to manage on your own?
-I don't know. -Yeah, well…
Tell Yoni to stay tucked in bed.
-He's fired. You tell him. -Daniel…
Excuse me. Can I talk to you for a second?
Tell me. What were you in prison for?
-Armored vehicle. -Armored vehicle?
Okay. Were you armed?
-It's easier than using bare hands. -Right.
Did you shoot?
AK47, it's enough to just show it.
And how many years did you get?
Eight. Four on probation.
You snitched?
Good behavior.
Would you like to make an easy 500 smackers?
-Forget it. I'm not interested. -I mean it. No risk. It's really clean.
You'll have your 500 smackers at 2:00 p.m. It's fine.
You interested?
Go see Mickaël over there, next to the wrapper. He'll explain.
That's what you came up with?
-To hire an ex-con. -You could've discussed it with us.
As long as he does the job, I'm fine. Is he doing the job, Mickaël?
He's doing good.
Fine, but what if he tries to look good and tells his PO?
-His what? -His PO.
Probation officer. What if he turns us in?
Actually, he's involved now. He has more to lose than we do.
If there's an issue, he'll get sent back to jail.
No risk for us.
That's all nice, but how are you going to pay him?
He's getting Yoni's share. After that, we'll see.
That's not right.
Not right? Weren't you in charge of your nephew?
Hold on. You're paying him as much as us? Seniority doesn't count?
You're constantly plugged into the news. It's frying your brain.
Is this the negotiating table at an industrial relations meeting?
Listen. That ex-con is a risk that involves all of us.
-True. -Right.
I say we take a vote. I vote against.
-Same. -There's been a misunderstanding. No vote.
Okay? So you schedule him with Mickaël, and that's it.
Save your saliva for your wife.
What I'm about to tell you is extremely serious.
I found out we're being robbed.
-Here? -Products. A lot of them.
It's probably happening as we speak.
No way. We have the best security system in the valley.
There's no doubt about it.
It has to be one of our employees.
No one knows them better than you.
I want you to analyze the HR database to look for suspect profiles.
-Even old employees. -Of course.
I promise that if we get through this together,
this time, I won't forget you.
-In a nutshell? -He knows everything.
No. He asked you to find out. That's not the same at all.
Semantics. He won't let it go.
Breuil Jr. won't let anything go?
You're laughing, but I see him every day.
-Yeah. -So, what do I tell him?
You know it can't be traced.
Every pallet we take goes through the normal workflow.
So, if at any point there's an error,
it's an order that was duplicated, and that's all.
An error. You just need to rationalize it.
-Rationalize? -Yeah.
But we're in deep shit with Breuil! Do you get that?
Aren't you being overdramatic?
It's a matter of time before he finds out everything.
We're lucky enough to have a heads-up. Shouldn't we cool things down?
Not yet.
What I found out last night is big. Very big.
Give me names and addresses.
I've got a good lead, but I need more time before I can give you a full report.
Didn't we say under a week?
I haven't found the stock yet.
I'm not saying we won't, but this isn't a small team.
That's your problem. Mine is to get my money's worth.
Mr. Nougarolis, I don't earn my living with my fees, but with the bonus I get.
The tally is at 5,000 a week. That bonus thing isn't funny.
If you prefer, we can call it a day.
You wanna play it like that? With me?
You're not very smart for a sleuth.
You tell me people are stealing? That the audit will confirm it?
That's enough for me to make Breuil bleed. I don't need your shitty report.
You know what we're going to do? Let's call it a day.
I'll work things out with my contact. We're done.
That's how it is?
Yes, that's how it is.
I'm not following.
You wanted to move fast. Now you want to put the sale off for six months?
You're going to shed staff when you merge Breuil & Sons with Nougarolis.
These people have worked for us forever.
I'd like to find new jobs for as many people as possible.
One less job for you.
Redundancy schemes are always a drag.
You know that one?
Who would you fire first?
-The smart guy who works-- -The idiot who works hard.
I need six months.
Espresso?
You know, since I was a kid, I've picked up on people's energy.
It's a kind of gift that I was given.
I see a lot of suffering in you. Too much emotion.
You need to free yourself from that as soon as possible.
So we're not changing the deal.
KP2M will come take a stock inventory by the end of the month,
and we will close the sale as agreed.
Breuil's freaking out. He's increasing security.
It's all you ever talk about.
Of course. There are ten security guards arriving next week.
We'll adapt. What's the big deal?
Are you dumb? Breuil knows how much was stolen.
If there's one snitch, you'll all go to prison.
Did you say "you"?
-What do you mean? -Why didn't you say "we"?
-You made a deal with Breuil? -Stop right there.
You should tell them.
They'll freak out over nothing. Leave them out of my business.
-Your business? -Yeah.
You're not doing business, Daniel.
You're a small-time thief that steals a lot.
I'm not going back to being a pallet-pusher for Breuil.
It's my way out. Maybe it's a bit fun for you--
"Fun"? You have no idea what I've had to do to get here.
For me, it's simple. It stops here. You should do the same.
If not for me, you'd still be selling a few perfumes at the market.
You need to listen.
What do I owe you? Go on, tell me what I owe you.
You're right. You owe me nothing. We don't owe each other anything.
Your letting go says something about the kind of person you are.
You're so desperate to fit in that mold, your business guys have restricted you.
You've forgotten what really matters in life.
What's that? Money?
No, flair.
That fucking idiot.
-Hello? -Mr. Breuil?
I know who's stealing from you.
Mr. Breuil?
Are you still there?
Yes.
Like I said, I know who's stealing from you.
I know that you've had a lot go missing.
I also know how that could compromise the sale of your business.
I can help you.
-That's my job. -I need the stock.
I absolutely need to find my stock and put it back.
I'm working on it.
I can get you out of this in good shape if you're willing to pay the price.
Pay 50,000 up front and 50,000 when I deliver the report.
It's not much compared to what's at stake.
Mr. Breuil?
I heard you.
It's essential that you don't talk to anyone about this.
Who am I going to talk to?
OPEN THE RECEIVED FILE
I'm sorry, Mr. Breuil.
Now, listen carefully to what I'm about to say.
I'M SORRY, PLEASE CALL ME VIRGINIE?
Hello?
Breuil knows.
-What? -Is this a joke, Daniel?
-How is that possible? -Fuck, no way.
The good thing is, he doesn't know it's us.
But I hope you've set a little aside because the source has run dry.
-No. -No.
Well, I have a solution for you, but it means going bigger.
What does that mean?
Lablonde, can you confirm
that we have 38 tons going to Sephora Paris Rivoli this weekend?
No, well, I don't know…
-Yes or no? -I don't have the calendar!
Right, okay. I prepared the orders for Mother's Day.
Two of the trucks are loaded up to the max. 40,000 units each.
I suggest we make them disappear.
What?
-What? -That's real theft.
I'm in!
What if they trace it back to us?
They won't trace it back
because they'll think that the trucks were held up
by a team of professionals.
What? Who's going to do that? Because--
We are.
-You're mad. -Hold on.
A truck is just a big van, right?
Your specialty, Ange.
The 80,000 units will be in storage before being sold off.
It's worth 2.5 million.
And we'll split it evenly.
We have two days to get ready.
Who's in?
Now we get a vote?
Shut up, you.
Well, 200,000…
-Get down! -Don't shoot!
-I don't want to die! -Shut up!
No! Yes, sir.
No!
Give me your hands. I said shut the fuck up!
-Shut up! -Stop. Hold it.
-Never drop your weapon. -But how do I get the thing on?
Never put down your weapon or you're dead!
Is that clear?
Can I have a go?
What? You?
Really?
-Face down! -Are you mad?
-Hands behind your back. Shut up! -It hurt!
-It's a practice run. -Behind your back! Shut up!
Asshole. Shut up!
There. That's how it's done!
She was holding the zip ties, and she kept the gun on Mourad.
-Okay! Well done. -Well done, Boss!
-Wanna try the truck again? -No, it's fine.
Just one thing, guys.
Don't forget that the second driver won't be in on it. Okay?
Same thing for the gas station staff at Lionville. Okay?
I want us to be believable. They'll eventually be witnesses.
It's planned for Friday night. The Total gas station at Lionville.
-Well done. -Your stock must be close by.
Very good.
Thanks, Jacques-Yves.
Good night.
Same to you.
Sephora Rivoli.
Coffee?
Okay, it's Mourad.
Let's go!
Hey!
They're off.
Drop that, damn it!
-I swear I didn't do anything! -Get down!
Get out!
-Get out! -Move!
Get out!
Shut up! Give me your hands!
Don't shoot! I have kids, please!
Shut your mouth!
The door!
Come on!
Let's go!
Where's Ange?
I thought he was with you.
Okay, forget it! Let's go! To the quarry!
-Have you located my stock? -Not yet, but I'm close.
-Where are you? -In one of your trucks.
Thing is, my price has changed. I'm taking too many risks.
No pay without proof.
Another three and we're good.
-Are we on schedule? -We should get going.
It's sad to have to leave two brand-new trucks behind.
-Find yourself a woman, bro. -What's the connection?
-Fuck. -What's wrong?
-I'm not getting through to Boss. -They must be at the quarry.
They'll call us from the road.
UNDELIVERED
Shit!
Where is that dog?
Motherfucker. He used the hedgehog trap, look.
-The dog! -Fuck! Look!
Fuck.
Damn it.
The son of a bitch asked Breuil for 200,000 euros to turn us in.
Monday at 7:45 a.m.,
hair combed to the right, tortoiseshell glasses, and Hermès ties,
Nougarolis's auditors arrived.
Okay. Shall we start?
Étienne, summary.
In line with KP2M protocols,
we cross-checked the data on the company software
with the physical stock inventory.
This was carried out by taking samples from 320 boxes.
-What did that give us in the end? -We get…
Unlike Nougarolis, I was born in Chartres.
And unlike him, I learned this at birth.
The inventory confirms the quantities declared by the seller
at the signing of the agreement in principle.
-Nothing's missing? -It's marginal, sir.
The Breuils always win.
Brice.
You want to know how little Patrick saved his skin?
Remember that night?
-Hello? -Sauveur.
We need to meet.
The cathedral. Now.
TO ARMAND BREUIL FROM THE GRATEFUL TOWN OF CHARTRES
You know we went to school together?
-At Jean Moulin. -Doesn't ring a bell.
I remember you well.
What do you want?
I bought some information from your team…
I have your names. Pictures of your house.
…with the hundreds of thousands of euros in cash
which you're giving back to me.
Why didn't you call the police?
Because I'm selling.
When?
We already signed. That's the issue.
There's too much perfume missing for the audit to go the way it needs to go.
I want all the products that you stole to find their way back to my warehouse.
Immediately.
That's going to be tricky. I sold it all.
I'd have preferred to avoid this.
Here's little Patrick's plan B.
To avoid prison,
I had to fill two trucks with an amount equal to the missing stock.
I stole them, as you know. The insurance covered it.
We then replaced the stolen boxes in the inventory.
The auditors wouldn't notice shit,
and Nougarolis, who thought he was going to pay Breuil half,
would have to pay full price.
It's that or the police.
Except that in this story,
we did all the work and made shit.
As usual.
And for me, that doesn't work anymore. So let's follow my plan instead.
Admire the artist.
Wait, your story isn't clear.
I'll do your robbery.
But only if you tell me everything. Don't hide anything.
My wife.
She talked me into selling.
And into selling to Nougarolis.
They are…
close.
So you want to hurt them.
Okay.
I'll do the robbery, but whatever I steal is mine.
You don't get it, Sauveur.
All my products come back to me.
Calm down, man.
Imagine
if people realized that the products prepared by Breuil for Colin Brown
don't contain perfume.
What would happen?
It would be a huge scandal.
We agree that Breuil & Sons can't afford that kind of setback.
It'd be a lot more than a setback.
All our clients would terminate their distribution contracts.
It would finish us.
Us? You mean Nougarolis?
-What is this shit? -It's water.
Nougarolis.
Listen to me, boss.
We'll do the robbery. Then we sabotage the perfume stock.
This is how it'll happen.
The day after the robbery, I'll offload all the stolen goods
into the professional sector.
They'll quickly sell it through the black market.
Look at that dick.
You'll take care of getting the insurance in place.
They're pros.
Play it smart. They have to believe you.
They must be from the Paris suburbs.
If they get into perfume now, we're in deep shit.
Don't worry. We have a solid case. It'll be approved.
Thank you. I'm counting on you.
And after that, we'll meet at Breuil's to make our own recipe for Gold.
You have thousands of empty bottles waiting to be filled by your machines.
I have the perfect team for implementing this gigantic plan.
Without them, it'd be impossible to pack everything up into boxes and pallets
in just one night.
Let's go, guys!
And once we've stuffed your stock with thousands of liters of water,
I can tell you that we'll give Nougarolis a good cleansing.
One last thing before we agree on this.
You'll help get the bastard that betrayed me.
-Yeah? -I got your message. Where is he?
He was in the back of a truck on the way to your barn.
That motherfucker. We're not there anymore. I'll head back.
Look at that son of a bitch. Go on.
Fuck!
SAUVEUR, A COSMETIC VALLEY NEWCOMER
Did you have that put there?
It's not like I didn't owe him anything.
That's true.
I came to say goodbye.
That's it. You're leaving?
It's about time.
What about you?
This isn't the time for me to go anywhere.
I'm guessing you saw the report on the water scandal in the perfume world?
Now that Nougarolis is out of the picture,
we're going to buy his business through Sauveur & Sons.
I have a meeting with Jacques-Yves to discuss distribution.
Then I'll make my offer.
What about my suggestion?
What? To invest?
I told you to keep it. I don't want your money.
Use it as you wish.
By the way, there was something I promised not to tell you.
The whole idea about the robbery, the insurance. It wasn't my idea.
Whose was it?
There's an angel watching over you, Daniel.
A blonde angel.
So?
Is that flair?