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Mr. Casanova, Mr. Calzabigi.
Will you please follow me?
Gentlemen, Giacomo Casanova
and Ranieri Simone Francesco Maria de Calzabigi.
Gentlemen, I'll tell you right away:
We don't have much time.
Even if it was about save France?
Two Venetian adventurers to the rescue of France?
Do not be so contemptuous towards Venice, Mr. Count.
Since we grew up on the water, we know a lot about drowning.
Very good.
Speaking of drowning, the state finances are in a bad way, aren't they?
So, what are your plans?
Collecting taxes? War? Horse racing? Selling possessions?
The king does not receive you, to listen to your antics, Casanova.
If you have a miracle solution, as you claim,
introduces them and spares us the rest.
As we all know, the kingdom's coffers are empty,
through wars and waste.
The French people are in agony: Hunger, hardship, taxes.
There are pamphlets against you. Arrests are increasing.
Dissatisfaction is growing.
And to top it all off, Majesty, you have decided
the center of Paris for a military school.
How is all this to be financed?
With our miracle solution you can kill two birds with one stone.
You reorganize your finances and give your people new hope.
And by what miracle?
The miracle of a national lottery.
Give your subjects a chance at wealth,
levies taxes on every lot purchased,
deducts our commission, repeats the draw every week,
makes people rich and happy, give them hope,
fill your coffers and build your military school.
This is an abomination. How could we receive you?
You are talking about a people's lottery.
But the people don't want money, they want bread.
Make no mistake. Money is the highest value.
Money is the result of all this, what has been created,
to create it anew.
Of course a hungry person chooses bread instead of a gold coin.
But do you hold out the prospect to be covered in gold tomorrow,
he gives you his last crumb.
This world, sir, Your world, is not what we want.
Choiseul, leave him alone.
Sire, you will see, it's devilishly simple,
devilishly enjoyable and devilishly profitable.
For a few modest sous
every inhabitant of this country the chance of wealth and prosperity.
They will happily kiss your feet for this new tax will happily kiss your feet.
And for a very simple reason:
Because the lottery awakens the worst inclination in us.
The tendency to make up stories.
- Were you not interested in history? - That wasn't really my thing.
- What was your thing? - I was good at math.
So you can do the math.
But it doesn't matter if you can do the math.
Anyone can do math.
My phone can do math.
1.5 billion Chinese can do math better than you.
No, what really counts, is the story.
Because history is people.
History is relationships.
History is politics.
History is the future.
If you don't know what happened,
you can't know what will happen.
Everything revolves around the same social pyramid. Do you want to?
- No. - That's right.
At the top is the king. The highest rank.
The court nobility despised the lower nobility.
The nobility of the sword despises the nobility of office.
The landed gentry despised the new gentry,
and who does the new nobility despise?
The bourgeoisie.
There is the high class of the bourgeoisie:
Banks, politics, finance. People like me, if you like.
But we work, so we have money. And the nobles do nothing.
The upper bourgeoisie despises the middle one,
i.e. merchants, scientists, lawyers.
And the middle bourgeoisie despises the lower one.
The lower bourgeoisie, these are merchants, country doctors and so on.
And so it goes on: 16th place, 17th place, 18th place, 19th place.
You have the gangsters, the whores, the tramps and so on.
It's disreputable, but also romantic. It has a certain charm.
Fourier explains this pyramid.
Everyone envies the one above him and despises the one below him.
Except for the petty bourgeoisie. Because they are afraid.
Fear of rising and fear of falling.
I have watched you and seen through you.
You stand out among the others. Do you know why?
Because you're scared. You reek of fear!
Excuse me. Come on, come on.
There is the chapel.
And this is the Hall of Mirrors with all its ghosts.
But what interests us is over here.
Come on!
Do you know where we are?
Is this the king's room?
The sun rises here.
I don't think we're allowed to be here.
I'm just an intern, and I don't want ...
Imagine what the king thinks, naked in bed at four in the morning.
He says to himself, that it's a matter of days.
He has understood it. He knows it.
He has lived too long on the money of the upper classes for too long.
They will now demand a return. They are not stupid.
He knows that the pyramid on which he is enthroned,
hangs by only one thread.
It is a strong thread, because no one dares to take the king's place.
But that is precisely the question.
How will it all collapse?
Shouldn't we rather go back?
I'm telling you, it's very simple.
At some point, they told themselves that this is just a place.
And the king just a poor fellow on his bed.
From then on, everyone could take their place.
Anyone could become king. There were no more ranks.
All human beings are born free and born equal in rights.
But nothing has changed. The pyramid is still there.
The tiers are still there. Some are at the top, others at the bottom.
Today you're downstairs and I'm upstairs, but in two minutes?
We don't know that.
Do you understand what I mean?
Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.
So, are you having fun?
Are you kidding me?
Did you rent the castle or not?
Monsieur, please leave.
- You are pathetic. - Nobody died.
Please leave.
The trainee Yohann is 22 and grew up in Trappes.
I wanted to show him the bed Louis XIV's bed.
Do you realize what that means for him?
You're completely coked up.
- Gentlemen, leave the room. - Madame?
- He must have peed on the wallpaper. - No!
That was the intern, not me.
NO ONE WILL KNOW
Dude, that was crazy. It was a girls' boarding school.
We ran with our equipment through the corridor.
Anxious girls stood everywhere in pyjamas with tousled hair.
Everyone knew what had happened. And ...
We came into the room. She was lying on the floor.
I gave my all during the cardiac massage everything I had.
I heard her ribs breaking. It was terrible.
The doctor intubated her, I prayed and continued to massage her.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
There is no more ham, I'm sorry.
What else is there?
Tuna with salad, otherwise maybe chicken.
- Tuna. - Okay, then tuna.
Thank you.
A small boarding school desk, one notebook still open.
The history book, the math book and a photo of her with her mother,
who looked the same, only older, the same long hair.
They were both beautiful.
And the photo was recent. In summer. They laugh and look like sisters.
And it shook me, that a phone will ring somewhere.
It will wake everyone up, and their mother will lose weight.
After that, nobody have a conversation in the car.
Honey, I'm sorry. Please answer me. If I lose you, I'll kill myself.
I'm at the "Roi Soleil", a bar behind the clinic.
- Where are you going? - We're going, aren't we?
- Nico, another round on me. - Damn.
Come on, after this shitty night!
Let's relax with a glass.
Give me the car key.
You have nothing to blame yourself for, Livio.
I just want to go home.
Monsieur!
Can you please turn down the TV?
- I have a headache. - I'm coming.
- Are you all right, sir? - Yes, I have a migraine.
- A double espresso, please. - A double espresso.
You know, they keep hammering it into us, that we're targets.
As if police officers are always in danger. That's not true.
That is conditioning, that pulls you down and stresses you out.
Everyone is stressed and scared, but don't say so.
That earlier was a perfect example. You were scared. That was it.
That's why I put you in the car. You calmed down and everything was fine.
- How could I do that, damn it? - You didn't do anything, Livio.
You just shot into the air, to disperse the crowd.
You are right.
- You know what? Let me see your gun. - Show me what?
Show me your weapon.
- Why? - Come on, show me.
We swap the magazines.
- We say I fired the shot. - Stop it.
Come on.
Put them away.
Livio, do you understand?
Did you make the sandwich?
We've run out of ham. We have to buy more.
Tell that to the customer. Go ahead.
You work here as a waitress, so don't do anything else.
Why are you learning Greek?
For my philosophy studies. The first philosophers were Greek.
Didn't you know that?
You have no idea!
The first philosophers were Chinese.
You idiot! Go to work!
Don't touch me! Are you still okay?
- Excuse me. - Yes? Wait a minute.
- We're out of ham. - What are we having?
I have no idea, Maybe tuna or chicken.
Tuna.
- Okay, then tuna. - Thank you.
After a while, we gave up. There was nothing we could do.
And ...
And while the boys put the body on the stretcher,
I couldn't help myself,
than her small boarding school desk to look at.
Man, that was awful.
Notebooks still open, History and math books.
Above it was a photo of her with her mother,
who looked the same, only older, long hair, both beautiful.
And the photo was recent, from last summer.
They looked like sisters.
And it shook me,
that a phone will ring somewhere.
It will wake everyone up, and their mother will lose weight.
I'll have a beer.
I don't serve alcohol before midday.
Do you at least have water?
Why water? Are you on drugs?
Do I look like that?
Yes, definitely.
Are you forbidding me to drink water? What's your problem?
No, I'm at the "Roi Soleil".
Hello everyone.
- Mr. Kantz. - How do you do?
- Mr. Kantz. How do you do? - How do you do?
I'm going to the loo.
- How are you doing? - Well ...
Hey, gook! Isn't that alcohol before noon?
- Not in that tone, kid. - You racist.
You Chinese are the worst.
- Drink your water and get out. - I want another one.
- Are these yesterday's numbers? - No, I haven't hung them up yet.
So, are these your figures, Mr. Kantz?
- I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted. - This is unbelievable.
- That's incredible. - Did you win?
- Do you have the ticket with you? - Yes.
- Let me see it. - Scan it. We'll check it.
- Wait, I'll call you back. - He has all the numbers.
Really? Let me see.
Isn't that right?
- Don't keep it for long. - Have it paid out to you.
- Yes, but ... - Yes, do that.
- I'll go then. - Yes, let's go.
- I'll walk you to the door. - I'm going.
- How much do I owe you? - That's on me. Leave it.
- Well then ... Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Seriously? - Yes, that's ...
- He forgot the bill. - Really?
- I'll take it to him. - No, he's coming back. Wait. Let me see.
Let's see.
Let's check it out. Wait.
Holy shit.
Can I please have another double espresso?
Yes, I'll bring it right away.
Well then ...
- I'll take it to him. - Don't move!
- Take it easy! You're attacking policemen! - Give me the ticket!
Take it easy. Nobody is going to hurt you. Take a deep breath. What are you going to do?
- Give me that, son of a bitch! - Calm down!
Think you can cash in? We know you haven't won.
- Be quiet! - Put the gun down and go home.
We're not running after you. We have better things to do.
Give me the bill. Get away from there! And you, come in, come on!
- Don't worry, Mr. Kantz. Stop it! - Shut the fuck up!
Livio!
- Livio! - Let go of me!
Take a deep breath! Stop it!
Calm down. Breathe. Let it go, damn it!
Are you hurt? Livio, calm down.
Look at me. It's over.
And you stay where you are.
Hold still.
Monsieur, are you all right?
Take a deep breath. It's over. Everything is fine. Breathe calmly.
What is it? I told you to keep still! Is someone hurt behind the bar?
- Goodbye, Mr. Kantz. - Goodbye, Mr. Kantz.
- Hello, Grandpa. Everything all right? - Yes.
Tell me, are you okay?
Your call is strange, Grandpa. Are you all right?
Yes, don't worry. I'm doing very well.
Tell me, Katell, are you coming to dinner tonight?
Yes, of course.
See you later, Katell.
See you later.
Damn.
- Give me that, you son of a bitch! - Take it easy. You'll be fine.
- Don't worry, Mr. Kantz. Stop it! - Shut the fuck up!
Is someone hurt behind the bar?
Come here. Up with you!
- Where are you going? - I'm going.
- Leave me alone. I'll call the police. - We are the police.
I'm going anyway. Let go of me, asshole!
- Let go of me! - Take it easy.
- What is that? - Nothing.
- We'll see later. - That's nothing.
- Livio! Look at me. - You're hurting me!
Livio, help me. There's a dead man. Wake up.
- I'm isolating him. - What does that mean?
- Come on! - You're not isolating me! Let go!
- Let go of me! - You calm down now.
- Let go of me! - Come down again.
Okay. Nico, close the bar. The gun.
Where is the gun?
Damn, he got loose.
Where do you want to go?
Everything all right?
- Everything all right? - Yes.
- What are you looking for? - The.
- Give me the belt, please. - Here.
Help me to tighten it.
- Livio! Livio! - I am here.
I am here.
- Where is the other one? - Below. Should he go to him?
- Where is he? - In the cellar. There are real cells there.
- What? - With the amount of drugs ...
I call my colleagues.
- Come on! - No! I didn't shoot!
You pulled the trigger! I didn't do anything! Where are we going?
You're hurting me!
- How are things? - Not so great.
- Did you put the blind down? - That's what you wanted.
The door, Nico. Not the shutter, the door.
I'll call the ambulance. Can you hold out?
- Okay ... - Reda? Reda!
- Come. - I'm coming.
- I'm in deep shit. - Nonsense.
- That was self-defense. - What?
It was the guy. We all saw it.
But Mr. Kantz is dead, damn it!
Yes, he's dead.
Look at me. Everything will be fine.
- Do you have their cell phones? - Yes.
Come along. Come.
Here.
I don't want Livio to get into trouble.
There is no reason for it.
We are in agreement, that I was attacked.
Livio intervened, and unfortunately ...
What do you think?
- He is a hero. - Exactly.
Good. I'll go down to the two of them.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
And what do we do with the bill?
He has 60 days to redeem it.
What do you think?
I have no idea.
Dude, that was crazy.
It was a girls' boarding school.
We ran through the hallway,
and frightened girls stood everywhere in pyjamas with tousled hair.
Everyone knew what happened, okay?
We came into the room. There was nothing there. No breathing, no pulse.
The firefighter had been performing doing chest compressions.
She was too young to stop.
So I took over. I heard her ribs breaking. It was terrible.
The doctor intubated her, I prayed and continued to massage her.
I couldn't take any more. After a while, we gave up.
And while the boys put the body on the stretcher,
I couldn't help but look at her her small desk.
With the still open issues.
Above it was a photo of her with her mother,
who looked the same, only older, long hair, both beautiful.
And the photo was recent, which was strange. It looked like summer.
Beautiful weather. They laugh and look like sisters.
And it shook me, that a phone will ring somewhere.
It will wake everyone up, and their mother will lose weight.
I'll have a beer.
I don't serve alcohol before midday.
- And what is that? - They are friends.
Fucking racist. You Chinese are the worst.
Are you happy now?
Just go somewhere else.
Give me a glass of water.
- Are these yesterday's numbers? - I haven't put them up yet.
What's going on?
What are you doing?
- Why don't you answer? - I have won.
What did you win?
You asshole.
- I've just won 294 million. - Let me see.
Show me!
Nico, are you okay?
She said, she won 294 million.
- What? Let me see. - 294 million.
- What are you doing? Take it easy. - I am calm.
- Attacking a police officer? - Shut up!
Take it easy. Stay cool. Don't worry, Mr. Kantz.
- Careful, he's old. - Be quiet!
Don't worry, Mr. Kantz.
- Think about it. You steal a lottery ticket. - So what?
- You can't steal them! - Yes, you can.
- How do you want to redeem it? - You can. Be quiet.
- Put the gun down. - No. Grandpa, please sit down.
Damn!
Wasn't Livio with you?
I dropped him off at home.
- We had a shitty night. - Everything all right?
- Yes, thank you. - Here, have a cigarette.
Do you want to call home?
No, that's all right, I'll go straight to Florence.
Even if you're used to it, sometimes it's intense.
It'll be fine. See you later.
Do you know how much this lottery ticket is worth?
294 million euros, I believe.
- Where did you buy it? - In the "Roi Soleil", on Monday.
- Do you play often? - Sometimes.
What did the attacker look like?
He was tall,
young and black.
He was wearing a fleece jacket.
In a dark khaki color.
Okay, could you a sketch?
I can try, yes.
Are you all right? Should we call a psychologist?
Or a family member?
I just want to sleep.
That's the shock, that's normal.
You had a difficult day.
You have witnessed the death of a person and won a lot of money.
That's a lot.
You'll be fine, Madame Wong.
- Who doesn't get used to money? - That's what you always wanted.
- And the police? - What? Do you want me to stop?
- No, I don't know. - Should I leave Livio alone?
- Livio is quitting. - Not necessarily.
- Yes, of course. - How are you?
- Good. And you? - Everything all right? Great.
- All clear? - Hello, nice to meet you.
- All right, boss? - Super.
Nico, all right?
- Champagne! - The most beautiful.
Sorry, I had to I had to wait for the market to close. All clear?
Are you all right?
Let's go then.
Shake them!
- To the chips. - I'm sorry.
That's all right.
Thank you.
- You spill everything. - A glass?
- A glass too? - Does everyone have one now?
- To Mr. Kantz? - To Mr. Kantz.
Can you imagine that? If that works?
300 million, can you imagine that?
What are the risks? Go.
False statement. And failure to report.
That's all I can think of. No, that's not much.
- Theft. - Attempted theft.
It's just theft, if we get the money as planned.
No, it's crazy, but it's not that risky.
- We could lose our jobs. - Just me.
I'll take the risk. You weren't there. That helps.
The fewer witnesses there are, the better.
I can't go home and dump everything on you.
The guy in his underpants.
- What? - Do you think he'll go along with it?
- I have no idea. - It's safe with the attacker.
Hey, I'm not joking!
My boys will smash your faces in, you fucking assholes!
Sons of bitches!
Fuck your mother!
- Okay, Abel. Everything okay? - Yes.
We explain it to the two of them, they leave with Livio, and I call my colleagues.
- Nico? - Yes.
- What is it? - Do we have to say that he is black?
Yes, it's sad, but it's easier.
Have you deleted the camera videos?
Not yet, I'll do it in a minute.
Okay, do that. I'm counting on you.
- Everything all right? - Yes.
- Where did you take her? - Come.
Here it is.
Can you please clean that up?
- How then? - I have no idea.
I regret these circumstances.
I didn't realize that. I'm sorry.
You're in deep shit.
Yes, you had no right to do that.
I will finish you off. I will destroy you.
Let me explain how it works. My colleague has fended off an attack.
You didn't want to identify yourself and had drugs on you.
That's how it's recorded, do you understand?
Let's tell a different story.
Not necessary. I know what you're getting at.
I'm not getting at anything. I'm telling you how it is.
Is the old man dead?
- Yes. - And you want to take his money.
- I wouldn't say it like that. - I can understand that.
It's a lot of money.
I'm used to it. I work in finance.
- Then we understand each other. - I never speculated on murder.
Murder is a relative term here, isn't it?
No, I don't think so.
You know, I knew him well.
Mr. Kantz.
I knew him well, I often met him here.
What happened, not even the guy who got us into it.
The lottery ticket, the money ... Who will it go to?
I have no idea. To his family.
Exactly. You get 36 million euros.
36 million. Isn't that enough? Honestly?
We share everything. There are eight of us with Mr. Kantz.
We even share it with the boy who attacked us.
Everyone gets the same amount. What do you think of that?
Is that wrong?
You don't have to do anything. You weren't here.
Take the money and forget everything.
And what do you want to tell?
That he didn't win.
Who then?
The waitress.
You guys up there a nice movie up there.
If we all say the same thing, it becomes reality.
No, it remains a movie.
I have another suggestion.
You're policemen, I had I had drugs with me. Let's make a deal.
You let me go and I say nothing.
I continue to live with my asshole of a friend, you'll never hear from me again.
Why do you want to do without 36 million?
Last year I paid 1.2 million in tax last year.
I'll get that together in the next 20 years.
Sorry, but ...
The profit would be tax-free.
You two are incredible.
Your story is completely implausible.
Really? Why is she so untrustworthy?
Well, because ...
Because ...
What if he always had the same numbers?
I have no idea about it.
But I think many people always guess the same numbers.
She said that she would share it with you?
- With everyone who was there this morning? - Yes.
Well, that's what she says now.
I don't really believe in it. Let's see.
That would improve your finances.
- You don't say. - 36 million euros.
You get your share.
It's all done, Reda. You can go now.
I met Mr. Kantz's wife in the hallway.
The poor thing. Did you know her?
I knew he was married.
I talked to her. There's something that irritates her.
And quite honestly ...
I understand them.
Apparently her husband played the lottery every week.
And he always always bet on the same numbers.
The age of his first dog, when he died, his date of birth
and something else I can't remember.
And you know what, Reda?
You'll see ...
They are exactly the same numbers as those of the waitress.
- That's not true. - Imagine that!
But have we found his lottery ticket?
The lottery ticket from Mr. Kantz? No.
Reda, what do you think? Do we have a chance of finding him?
Damn, people, please.
You have not considered a thousand things. Your plan won't work!
- What do we do now? - I need two minutes to think.
I'm not giving anything away!
Let me out! We'll find a solution together!
- We're in deep shit. - Why?
- Reda wants to give up everything. - What?
We have to explain why we are only now calling for reinforcements.
- How now? - It's over.
But why?
The broker below has has drawn our attention to details,
that we hadn't thought of.
What details?
For example, if Kantz always the same numbers, we're screwed.
Yes, that's right.
We are puppets on a theater stage.
We can't go down any more.
Does Kantz have a wife?
- Yes, I think so. - Then I ask her.
I'm faking a survey on the subject of gambling.
I ask about their playing habits.
How often she plays, whether she likes to play, what she plays.
Her family situation, whether she is married, whether her husband is playing.
Whether he always plays the same numbers, and whether she knows them.
After two seconds we know.
Madness.
Nico? Did you delete the videos?
- Yes. - Bloody hell.
- Why? Shouldn't I have done it? - No, forget it.
Reda?
- We have a solution. - So do I.
To find out whether Kantz uses the same numbers.
- We ask his wife. - What?
We pretend to be conducting a survey on the subject of gambling.
You know, like a telephone survey.
- Where is Esmé? - She's getting a disposable cell phone.
You really are a fucking idiot.
Kantz's wife would be the first to about the call to play the lottery.
- How? - When she finds out about her husband.
That's the first thing she thinks of.
You are a police officer and think a prepaid cell phone would be safe?
Where was she going?
To Yes Mobile, directly opposite the castle.
Stay here, I'll call her!
- Wait! - If she calls there, we're screwed.
Damn, the mailbox.
What's going on?
We wanted to know whether Kantz always uses the same figures.
No, he never does that.
- What? - He never uses the same numbers.
He always plays with me.
- Are you joking? - No.
- Why didn't you say that earlier? - You didn't ask.
Does that mean the bill could belong to anyone?
Yes, I have filled it in at random.
So everything is okay.
Except when Esmé Kantz's wife calls.
Damn.
Yes?
Where is she? I told you, at Yes Mobile at the castle.
Yes Mobile on Avenue Foch? I'm standing in front of it, but it's not there.
- She's not there? - Nowhere on the route.
Don't take the piss, Livio!
Has he gone mad or what?
- She's not here. Where is Esmé? - I have no idea.
- Give me a beer, please. - No.
- He told me not to touch anything. - Damn!
Damn, what is she doing?
Those bastards.
Those bastards!
Damn.
- Where did you come from? - Shut the fuck up!
Wanker.
Leave it, there's nothing there! Do you think I'd be here if there was an exit?
I found this.
And what do you want to do with it?
I don't know. Break down the wall?
There are people in the USA who have won billion in the lottery.
One billion!
You can't even imagine that.
Do you know the difference between a million and a billion?
That is a serious question.
One million seconds is eleven and a half days.
One billion seconds is 31 years.
There are no limits,
because the more people take part, the higher the amounts,
and the higher the amounts, the more people take part.
Nothing is fairer. Everyone can win.
But nothing is more unfair.
- All right, man? You're all pale. - I'm all right.
Yes?
It's actually crazy. What do you pay for a bill? Two euros?
And then you start dreaming, ask yourself all kinds of questions.
What do I do with my billions?
Should I tell others or not?
Will you say it? That you are rich?
I won't say it.
I'm leaving, without meeting anyone else.
Okay ...
Is it possible?
I lie down.
Shit!
- Watch out. Are you okay? - Wait. Abel.
- Abel? - It rises to the heart.
What should I do?
How can I help you? Hey, look at me, Abel.
Come on, it's Reda. Open it for him.
Are you okay? Look at me, look at me.
Livio. Livio!
- Abel, hey! - It's Lafayette.
- What? Who's there? - Lafayette.
- Who is that? - The owner, Picon-Lafayette.
- Aren't you the owner? - No.
- What does she want here? - She's here to collect the rent.
Wait a minute. But she doesn't have a key, does she?
- Yes, she can. - She can come in here?
- Yes. - Help me!
We're hiding here. You get rid of them. Come on, damn it!
Wait.
Yi-Nan?
- Well, well. - Are you here?
Yes, you can see that.
Couldn't you answer?
I didn't know it was you.
What's wrong with you? What are you doing alone in the dark?
I am ill.
Are you ill or are you afraid having to pay?
I am really sick.
She's coming! Hold still!
You really don't look well. Do you have a fever?
A little bit.
Is your waitress not there?
- You have a waitress, don't you? - She stood me up.
And I thought, you are reliable people.
So, I'm sorry,
but I have to go to bed now.
Yes, of course.
But will you let me count them?
Livio, you not answering, is not okay.
I've looked everywhere for them, but I can't find them.
I don't know what she's doing, but I don't like it.
Please go home, okay? Get lost. I don't need you there.
As soon as I get back, I'll call my colleagues.
I'll think of something credible. Get lost.
Damn.
What did you do? I was looking for you. Come with me.
I have been thinking. Let go!
- I don't want to hear anything. Come on, get in! - Leave me alone.
- We can't call them. - Come on!
You know, I recently something on the Internet.
Why have we never colonized Africa?
So, we already have.
I mean, why did we never settled there,
like in America?
Well, it's because of the diseases.
- You have to go now. - Wait.
The diseases of Africans are killing the Europeans.
- Madame ... - The Europeans are killing the Americans.
But how it went in Asia, I don't know at all.
There was no information on this.
But actually ...
Maybe you Chinese are the apex predators?
You must go home, madame.
But I'm at home.
All right. I'm hungry.
- Do you read Aristotle? - Yes.
In Greek?
What distinguishes the real, possible and probable?
Is anyone in the fridge?
Madame!
Who are you?
Damn!
Madame? Damn.
Damn.
Livio!
Livio, damn it!
Open up! Open up, damn it!
Livio!
- Where have you been? Why aren't you answering? - It's all fucked up.
- We heard a gunshot. - Why is there blood?
- Did you shoot? - No, it wasn't me.
You are a genius.
Stay behind me, brother.
Madame!
Who are you?
Damn, damn, damn!
- Who is that? - That's the owner.
When she arrived, I panicked. I didn't know what to do.
I hid in the fridge with Abel in the fridge with Abel.
- What are we doing, Reda? - "What are we doing, Reda?"
Reda will tell you. We'll limit the damage.
We think, adapt and find a damn solution.
I'll save your ass your ass for the thousandth time.
First we open the roller shutter and call the colleagues!
What do you want to tell them?
That Kantz died because of me?
That Nico shot at two guys who were locked up? shot at two guys locked up?
That we let Abel die?
Think about it!
Don't panic, okay?
When you don't know what to do, you have to think.
- Thinking. - You stick to one direction.
Shut the fuck up!
Damn!
My weapon.
Where the hell is my gun?
Give me yours. Your weapon, give it to me.
Can you tell me what's going on?
When we open ...
we all have to say the same thing.
What do we say?
I don't know.
- What's going on? - How are you, Mr. Kantz?
Fine, but is it closed today?
The roller shutter is broken. You can get in the back. Shall I come with you?
I've never been through here before.
That was crazy. It was a girls' boarding school.
We ran with our equipment through the corridor,
and frightened girls stood everywhere in pyjamas with tousled hair.
Everyone knew what had happened. We came into the room.
She was lying on the floor. There was nothing left.
- After you, Mr. Kantz. - No pulse.
- Good afternoon, everyone. - Good afternoon, Mr. Kantz.
- A glass of white wine? - Yes.
- Is Nico not here? - No, he's ill.
From last summer. They look like sisters.
And it shook me,
that a phone will ring somewhere.
It will wake everyone up, and their mother will lose weight.
- Do you have yesterday's draw? - Yes, I'll print it out.
Can I get something to drink?
- I have seen light. Am I interrupting? - No.
- It's open. - A beer.
Okay, so there are now five of us in the bar.
The attacker, Livio, me,
Mr. Kantz and Abel.
Only Livio and I survive. We are the only witnesses.
Reda, you dropped Livio off here and went home. Okay?
You haven't been here all day. And Nico, you were ill.
I wanted to open the roller shutter, but it was stuck. It's fucked.
That explains why it was was closed all day. Okay.
Now the attacker has just arrived.
And Livio learns that he has won.
May I see the drawing?
- That's not possible. - Wait.
- I have won. - Are these your numbers?
- Yes. - He'll take your gun.
- Give me the bill! - Are you crazy?
- What do you want with that? - Shut up!
Shot, Mr. Kantz.
Shot in the mirror.
If you move, you're dead!
Monsieur?
I'll go and get Abel.
Damn.
I come back and finish off the attacker.
Exactly, perfect.
Meanwhile we hide in the fridge.
Give me your belt.
I need a tourniquet. Give me the belt.
Don't talk to me!
Shut up, I said!
- Shut the fuck up, okay? - I'm already quiet.
Stand still. Stand still!
- That's it. - Is that good?
36 million euros per head?
Exactly. 36 million and 750,000 euros.
For everyone living and dead, except for the attacker.
They get their share, and we get a real culprit.
And if I don't get the money, I'll unpack.
Exactly. Reda?
- That doesn't work. - It does.
Everything stays that way. The attacker kills Abel and Kantz.
The only thing that changes is that I shoot him, not Nico.
- May I see the lottery ticket? - I have a nice roll.
- That doesn't work. - Yes, it doesn't change much.
- Do you know where the bill is? - Think about it!
- Do you trust me? That's how it was. - No, you don't understand anything.
That's exactly what happened. Where is he going?
Show it to me, Yi-Nan.
- We have to stop now. - What?
- With what? - We have to stop now.
- What's he doing there? - Don't eat that!
- Nico, what are you doing? - Give me that!
- Are you crazy? Stop it! - Spit it out!
- Spit it out immediately! - Let him go!
Make him spit it out!
Get back! It's over! No more of this shit.
- Let him go. Raise the shutter. - What are you doing there?
- Don't come any closer! Nico, hurry up! - Reda, what are you doing?
- Are you trying to mug me? - It's over.
- Stop it. Give it to me. - Back off!
Man, there are three dead. With Abel and the boy, we're partly to blame.
- What are you doing? Give me that. - Shut up!
- I'm not covering for you this time. - Listen to me.
- We agree on a version. - Can you still hear what you're saying?
Which version? We fucked up. Wake up!
- Open the damn shutter! - I can't do it!
I didn't kill anyone. Get out of the way!
- Livio! - What's going on?
Turn off the power!
We'll get through this, my dear.
You know that.
Livio.
We'll leave the bill here. It belongs to Mr. Kantz.
We do the rest as discussed.
You and I are the only witnesses.
No one will ever know what happened here.
Nico. You're going home.
Don't call anyone. Don't open the door for anyone.
- You wait for my call, okay? - Okay.
The same applies to you. You go home.
I will come to you as soon as I can.
And to make it all work, we have to explain it to the guy downstairs.
The guy you locked up.
Are you coming?
Damn, where is the idiot?
Livio, here's his coat.
Have you looked there?
- Where does that lead? - I have no idea.
This is the only truth in this world, Yi-Nan:
Nothing comes from nothing.
Monsieur?
Come on. Nobody will hurt you.
Where does this lead?
- Does that still go far? - I don't know. I've never been there.
It is a disgrace. If anyone doesn't deserve this, it's you.
We need someone in charge.
And it will definitely not be the little one.
It won't be me, and neither will the policeman.
You also shot the boy.
You will have to atone for all of them.
But if we manage to to tell our story,
all get away with it.
And you and I weren't even here!
And the other two take it all on themselves.
But to do that, we have to through to the end.
And who does that?
You have no more strength, that's clear.
I don't even know how to use one of these things.
The two lovebirds are out of the question.
One thing is certain: if nobody does what needs to be done,
the guy there will tell his story.
And I'm not sure whether he will defend us.
I would like that we tell our story.
I want us to go home.
I want to believe that you can do this for us, Yi-Nan.
Show me what you're worth.
I thought you were reliable people.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
He killed them both.
What are you doing? He has to empty his magazine first.
- How many balls are in it? - 15.
- How many more does he have? - Not many.
And how often did you shoot with it?
- Once. - When?
- Last night. - Why?
I messed up and shot into the air.
Young people came up to me. I panicked.
- So you didn't shoot. - What?
You didn't shoot here.
- No - There are only two of us left.
We can just leave immediately.
Nico pays me in black. Nobody knows when I'll be here.
If I leave now, no one can say that I was here today.
And Reda brought you home.
- Is someone at home with you? - No.
Then nobody will know we were here.
- Our fingerprints are everywhere. - Just like everyone who comes here.
We take our things with us. You've never been here, and neither have I.
What happened here, is no longer our business.
I did not shoot.
No, no, no. You are not allowed to shoot.
I'll find a solution.
Keep them. And don't move.
Stay under cover. I'll be back.
What are you doing there?
What is that?
Damn! Damn!
Watch out!
Don't come any closer!
We take our things and leave.
Okay.
- I'm going downstairs. - Okay.
Are you coming?
What is it?