SIX YEARS EARLIER
You feel that beat there, little man?
Feel it! Move!
Ahh! Feel it!
Mm. Little man, take that.
My man!
Cut it out, Nat!
Relax, I got this! Dance, little man!
This is too fast!
Well, I'm the one driving to Mama's and I say you're both being losers!
Let us out, now!
Nat!
Where is Dylan, Mama?
At the morgue.
What happened, Annabelle?
Uh…
Did Nathanaël murder my boy, Annabelle?
Mama…
What happened?
Tell me what happened Annabelle or the police will.
I didn't do anything.
There was a stray on the road. I tried to avoid it.
Was there an animal on the road?
No.
Mama, I swear it was an accident.
We were playing around and the little demon came out of nowhere.
-It wasn't my fault. -Enough, Nat.
You're sad?
You'll forever live with a heavy sadness all alone.
No one can help you anymore.
What?
You'll never see your brothers or sisters ever again.
You are no longer welcome in my house.
Take this. Hide the packages.
Where?
-Who makes your bed? Cass or you? -No one does.
-Then put it there. -Okay.
Fuck.
What are you doing?
-Nothing, go back to bed. -What happened?
Nothing, don't worry.
-You need a hospital, King. -No way.
-You might lose that leg. -No hospital.
Apply pressure.
Wrap this around your leg. You'll still need stitches.
The white rooster. That's him there.
I know him.
You do?
Yeah, back in the day, he'd go fishing with my old man.
Fast, follow.
Hey, kids! Don't fuck with me!
I need to get home! I have my old rooster with me.
Hey! Let go! Stop!
Joé, are you out of your damn mind? What are you doing?
Hey, let go! Are you crazy?
Grab the rooster, grab it.
See you, Milord.
Hold on.
Stop moving.
What the hell is this?
Cockfighter! You stole from me.
And now you're a damn snitch too, huh?
Little bitch. You think you're safe in your country?
Guys, I'm offering a reward of 1,000 dollars…
to whoever brings me that son of a bitch.
Screw that white rooster of yours, you Martinican fucker.
He's employed, I think, by your Venezuelan friends.
Maybe.
He has a white combat rooster. He's real easy to spot.
Yeah, this guy talks too much.
So you're doing this for the money?
Nah, it's not that. I want to meet the cartel.
That's bold of you, Milord. Those men don't play any games.
I'll be contacting you.
Uh…
This man belongs to you.
Keep him for now.
I hope you thought this through, 'cause this is rubbing me the wrong way.
Where you get that video, bro?
On social media, you just need to look for it.
Stop it. Chill out, guys. It looks bad, but it's fine.
Where's Léo?
He's sleeping.
-Let him rest. -Go wake that child.
We got in late last night. Leave him alone.
He's going to school.
Wake Léo, would you?
How are you?
What's this?
I'm babysitting.
What happened?
What happened is that he got the children mixed up in his games.
-I came first to the grown ups, didn't I? -Is that what you have to say?
-Uh, yeah. -But who did this to you?
-Don't think you can question me. -I'm asking the questions, bro.
Move, we're stepping out to talk.
-I'm not going anywhere. -Get up.
Go on outside then. You're going alone.
Wow, that smells heavenly. Can I have some, Cass?
You guys, on the other hand, are assholes.
This little guy needs sleep.
Look how exhausted he is.
-Poor thing! -I'm gonna fuckin' bust your face.
Go ahead, brother. Indulge yourself.
Kids, go outside for now and play while we speak.
You're in trouble.
-Léo, last night, what did you do? -Don't you say a word.
-Cass, may I have one? -Léo, I'm asking you a question.
Shouldn't you be asking him?
Hey, don't forget that I'm the adult. I'm the one asking questions.
-Answer me, please. -Marvin, stop torturing him like this.
King, you best quit disrespecting me now!
Hey, Marvin, enough! Cut it out!
Wow.
Léo, what did he force you to do last night?
-Nothing, we just stole some drugs. -Tell me how he hurt himself.
It was Vincez that stabbed him.
-Vincez? -Yeah, the guy who invited us.
But he suddenly got very mean.
Vincez, SherKhan's cousin?
Léo, stop. How do you know Vincez, bro?
Fucking stop.
-Continue, Léo. I'm listening to you. -He was gonna kill King.
-And so? -And so I knocked him out, that's all.
Knocked who out? No way you knocked him out!
Léo, cut it.
I shot that motherfucker. I saved King.
Boom, in his face. He won't mess with the Lafleur family.
Please say you are joking.
-Wait, did you have a gun? -No gun.
He's mixed up in the head right now. He's all shook up, yeah. Ignore him.
Was it Mama's gun?
What gun did he fire with? Was it Mama's?
You aren't up yet?
It's almost half a million. Consider that.
You mean you swiped half a million?
I told you already that I don't answer to you.
We all answer to someone.
You stole SherKhan's money and shot his cousin?
-You made off with how much? -There's so many packages.
-Where are these packages? -Don't speak, Léo.
-Confession's for church. -Mama's gun is now gone.
I put Mama's gun in my bag.
Fuck, did you shoot someone, King?
You mean you'd rob them unarmed?
He shot nobody. Don't twist it.
I'm the one that saved you and shot the pistol.
You allowed Léo to use Mama's gun?
Don't get back up, King. I'll knock your ass out.
Hello! Are you Marvin Lafleur?
Yes, what is it?
I'm here on behalf of the juvenile court to investigate.
To see how you all are doing after your mother's passing.
May I come in?
We were about to head out for groceries.
We're gonna be changing that.
Is that a rooster?
It was Mama's. We're gonna be selling it.
Oh, I injured myself while fixing the garden.
Who sleeps here?
It's the kids' room.
I'd like to speak with the children. Thaïs as well, please.
-Hello, children. -Hello.
Could I sit next to you?
Well, may I?
Tell me who's looking after you lately?
Cassandra.
-Is she the oldest sister? -No, Annabelle is.
She's very tired right now.
She's been crying today.
-What do you think will happen? -Foster homes for the kids, probably.
-What? -That's not possible.
Completely impossible.
Hold on.
Can they just remove them like that?
Yes, if they think we're negligent, or believe that the kids are in danger.
But they are in danger.
-Right, King? -Damn, you won't drop it, will you?
Go fuck yourself, bro. Seriously.
I'm not finished with you, King. Just wait.
I think you want them to be taken, don't you?
Remove all us inconveniences from the peaceful life you want.
Fuck off, Kingsley, or I'll break your damn face.
What? Anybody else want to speak?
Does this concern only us? Hmm?
Start speaking up. You're all a part of this family.
Did I help with killing someone?
Killing?
No one died.
Don't panic, Cass. It'll be okay. No one knows I was there.
You got anything to say?
Truthfully, King, I think robbing SherKhan was a lousy idea.
It doesn't help us at all.
He's dragging us down. Just forget him.
I've got to go work.
You got work too, Kiki.
You also goin' to work.
And you too, sunshine.
If we act as a team, we can provide for the family honestly.
Okay. Super. Perfect.
Best of luck.
Jerome.
We were looking last night for you.
I spoke with your man at the surveillance center.
-You don't know what happened? -Nah! Do you?
We'll find out, because you're gonna tell.
Depends on who talk first.
I suggest you stay on my good side and lay low.
Or you can deal with Ducos instead, hmm?
Find the fuckers that did this.
SherKhan took a bad beating, guys!
No way!
Oh, but wait.
That's not even the worst of it.
His cousin found the thugs that robbed him,
and was shot while the robbers escaped unharmed.
That's the type of buzz we have to stay away from.
Just look on as a spectator.
-Your brother's not part of this, right? -Why would you say that?
He has a reputation as a thief.
That's impossible. We were at home together.
Is that your story for the cops?
Look, our mother was buried last week, so we're grieving as a family.
We lean on each other for support.
You're orphans.
It's not my problem…
except if your brother and you are affected.
Then it's my problem.
Make sure the container is prepared for us before we move the product.
-Understood? -Watch how you talk to me.
I said it would be ready, so it will be.
Get out now.
DUCOS CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
-Are you serious? You always hound me. -You stop.
The children?
The kids might not understand yet.
They're lucky to have many siblings. It will help ease things.
Hey now, son. Please don't cry.
Stop crying.
Don't weep like a woman. Man up, brother.
Hmm.
My mom passed too.
You're not alone, brother.
Life just isn't fair. End of story.
I empathize with you, your siblings pain, I truly do,
but this will transform you to a man.
Okay?
Kylian, you've just gotta take life by the balls
or it will fuck you up.
Now, choose, will you step up or what?
Maybe.
Be firmer. Otherwise, life will beat you.
They'll separate us from Thaïs, Nolan, even Mathis.
Maybe that's what's best for them.
Their father did pass away many years ago, right?
Perhaps they'll find a foster family. Think about it.
No.
Mama wanted us to be together.
Okay, and the older kids?
Are they missing in action? What the fuck are they doing?
Marvin, King, Annabelle, what have they done?
Dad, what can we do here?
What can we do? Mind your own shit.
Okay?
Focus on you.
And forget about helping the kids.
Okay?
They'll live their lives.
Also, I sincerely hope you didn't come here for a handout.
I got no money.
Nah, money's no issue.
You still running the dope business, by chance?
I can scale up, you know.
Meaning?
Scale up, you know?
You gotta tell me more, my son.
I'll tell you when things shape up, I promise.
Son, you always aim too high.
"When things shape up," you say.
Manager needed at register five, please.
Too expensive.
Yo.
Where have you been, yo?
I was busy.
Daytime isn't for jerking off.
We gotta grind, bro.
Drive the buggy.
How are you gonna sell the stuff you stole?
Don't worry about it.
-You got at least 20 kilos, right? -How'd you know?
You said half a million.
That's ten kilos or more.
You know the prices too?
Do you have a plan?
This suddenly interests you?
"Lousy idea" was your description of my plan.
It is if you get busted.
And I don't want you behind bars for that, King.
So what's your plan?
Gonna sell it in Paris.
How?
Have a woman stuff it up her coochie.
Just kidding.
You know how we make babies, right?
-But do you know a girl that-- -I'll find one easily.
In Paris, you need a hook up. No improvising.
You know what?
Stop asking me all these questions.
You seem suspicious, bro.
Oh, right. We need to try to fix the one we have for now.
Everything's fine, bro.
Thanks to King, we can buy the best stove.
The price doesn't matter.
Hey, miss!
Come here.
Clean-up needed on aisle four, please.
Which one is the most expensive?
Most expensive?
Yes, the best of the best.
-Gas or electric? -Gas.
The best of the best is that one over there.
It's called a range.
And it costs 3,989 euros.
Have we met before?
Um, no.
Margot.
Do I know you?
A story on Insta.
Do you need anything else?
A woman.
-A woman? -To do a thing.
What thing?
Your break coming up soon?
So no more gas stove?
I also want to talk to you.
-About what? -You know, about some things.
My break's coming up.
Meet me outside.
-What? Do you want her to-- -Let me handle it.
Seriously, King, this makes no sense.
I know.
Okay, velvet tongue.
You want something?
How long you worked here?
An eternity.
How much you bag?
It depends, mostly. About 1,200.
A blowjob or two jumps it to 2,000 maybe.
A trip to Paris.
2,500.
Easy, fast, well-paid.
With two nights at a hotel too.
Seems he's not on board.
Don't mind him.
So this is what you're asking me?
And low-balling me, my guy? I'm not an idiot.
I'm the one taking all the risks for 2,500?
Mmm-mmm.
What about 3,000?
You must be an amateur.
You should've offered 4,000. With that…
You find me when you're ready to be a real bandit.
Kingsley, right?
A story on Insta.
So, was that your super plan?
You're mad crazy.
What do you know, brother?
This isn't quantum mechanics.
This is the street, man.
And what do you know about the streets? You don't implement basic rules.
Your mouth stays shut. Your family isn't involved.
And for fuck's sake, bro, trust no one.
-And that means no one! -Hold up.
You must think you someone else. Are you suicidal?
You mind your business and keep out of it.
Jerome.
Pretty bracelet.
Tsk.
You may be out of merchandise, but we still have a deal.
My boat just left empty without goods.
So, you're gonna pay up what you owe me.
Real quick, I can get back what they stole.
Spare me the details, please.
I don't give a fuck about your thief.
You have two weeks to pay.
Remember, I saved you before, I can send you back.
Like that.
Who did this to you?
Hello, ma'am.
Hello.
I'm here to visit someone named Vincez.
You must have a chaperone for you to be able to see him.
Could I know if he's holding up all right, please?
What's his last name?
Do you think I'm dumb? Attempting to screw me over?
I'm fucking SherKhan! Talk, you little shit!
I'll be back.
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
I'm trying to remember, but I don't know.
All I know is that he was shot in a robbery.
All right.
All I can tell you is that he's alive…
and he's no longer in intensive care.
Thank you.
-Don't I know you? -I don't think so.
I seen you, what's your name? I'm talking, where you going?
Hold up, kid!
Don't run here, sir.
What do your parents do?
Mom works at Fort-de-France City Hall and my dad is a plastic surgeon.
All good. I'm done.
-So all of you have this ring? -All of us above 16 years old.
So when you reach the age of consent.
What's on it?
Ignore that. Just an evil curse.
That true?
You got a guy?
No. No guy.
You've never done it?
You think I'm an amateur?
He's in there.
LILY Yummy
What do you think we should do?
We can't hold him prisoner forever.
What is it?
What?
Are we doing pickups for the Venezuelans now?
And we had to pick up a friend of my father's?
No, no pick-ups. Not for the Venezuelans.
Good, because this is our turf here.
They got a problem, they can go. We're not their puppets, brother.
You feel the same?
Yeah, I do.
Okay, listen.
I've thought out a plan.
I know a docker.
Thanks to old man, I got a meeting with the Venezuelans.
Making a deal with them means two or three hundred kilos of cocaine per month.
You know how much that'll fetch in France?
Nine million.
Don't want to be in on this? Go then.
Free your father's buddy and beat it, bro. Drop it.
You sure they want the old man?
No, I'm not sure.
They may be furious I'm leveraging him for a meeting.
So?
So what? Isn't the money worth it?
No!
The package!
Who is Milord?
Get on.
A kid.
Are you kidding me?
No, he's really special.
So you wanted to meet me then, Milord?
I don't even know you and you got me a gift?
You brought me a snitch?
You thought you'd apply force to have the upper hand?
No force here.
I'm offering.
So you're offering?
You know, meeting me means you'll soon be killed.
You know that?
Do you want to die?
No.
I also have a present for you.
Oh fuck!
Thanks to you, he'll never talk again.
You don't like it?
Pull your pants down.
What?
Pull your pants down, I want to see if you got a pussy or a dick.
No pussy here.
I want it verified. You moan and whine like a bitch.
Pants down.
Show me yours, I'll show you mine.
You're how old?
I'm sixteen.
Sixteen?
I demand more than half a ton per month or I don't move my men.
Can you handle that?
Yes.
Don't fuck me over or I'll slaughter both you and your family.
We'll start off with a small job and see how you manage.
Marco will come in a few days to see you and he'll tell you how we'll proceed.
Kiddo!
You forgot something.
Come on!
EMERGENCY
Let's go.
Go on, boss. They'll take care of you here.
You dirty whore!
I'm gonna put a tire around your neck and set it on fire, woman!
I'm gonna make you a pretty necklace, Anna bitch!
No one will want to look at you anymore!
I've come to destroy your face, Annabelle!
I don't need Mama's forgiveness anymore. And she's no longer here to protect you.
You filthy two-faced bitch! Just wait, you'll pay for this!
Fuck you, you lying shit!
-Dark is here, he wants to kill me. -What?
He'll break in, we have to leave.
Oh, hell no.
You filthy two-faced bitch, you'll pay for this!
Your life is gonna turn to shit too, Annabelle! Just what you deserve!
You're good for nothing except sucking dick!
Get lost!
-Or what? -Or I'mma whoop your ass!
Nervous? You want some help?
Nat, you're plastered. Get outta here.
No, this is my home.
Well, well, well.
Just look what we got here.
Get lost!
Stop!
Ahh!
-Stop it you dirty, Judas! Leave me alone! -Don't ever come back.
JUVENILE JUDGE'S OFFICE
Good morning.
-You'll have to share the chairs. -No problem.
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
Well… To begin, I'm sorry for your loss.
I wanted to first have a conversation
with just Cassandra, Léo, Thaïs, Nolan, Mathis,
because they're primarily affected by this procedure.
You may have realized that, after several concerning reports,
I requested a child welfare investigation.
Today, our goal is to determine whether some of the children will be relocated
for a provisional period to your Aunt Régine, who's stepped forward.
-Did you? Of course you did. -Not surprising she volunteered.
Please, quiet down! Shh!
Marvin, Kingsley, Annabelle, being of age, what are your opinions and thoughts?
-Marvin? -We want to stay together.
What do you mean, "together"? What solutions do you propose?
Because it seems that Cassandra's bearing all of the daily responsibilities alone
and she's only 14.
We're trying to get organized.
I need more information.
Well, I'm at home when possible. Marv and Ambre too.
We manage. Everyone is fed well.
We laugh, we cry sometimes. We're pulling through.
Léo regularly misses school. I'm not sure if you knew.
Kylian as well.
Well, it's been difficult lately.
It's been… a shock.
Right. Understood. I agree.
Annabelle?
Yes, I agree.
Annabelle, you, um…
you're enrolled in a baking program, right?
Right. Well…
I'm taking a small break at the moment
because of how hard our loss has been for us.
Well, look, the problem is that if you all stop working and going to school,
there's no viable path forward.
-The gas stove, was that replaced? -We're working on it.
All right. Hmm.
-It's been leaking for a while. -It's been years since we've seen you.
I spoke with your Mama often.
-Okay, then, Auntie. -This never ends.
Marvin, do you have any alternative or credible solution
in lieu of placement with your Aunt Régine,
who can prove that she has no other kids and a double income as well?
Well, for now, uh…
What are your resources, financial and tangible,
to support both minors and grown-ups among you?
Without, evidently, skipping school or finding mischief?
What mischief?
No, we don't go seeking mischief ever, judge.
Well, that's good.
Because, let me tell you, that would be inadmissible.
"Inadmissible."
So you have no resources?
We'll have some soon.
Well, I'm listening, what are they?
I don't know, maybe we'll reopen the stand Mama had.
We'll figure out something.
You will, I'm sure.
It's temporary.
Just for now.
It's best for everyone.
All right, listen. You'll be back here before you know it.
But you must make a promise to King.
Act up and torment dear Auntie and Uncle, all right?
What?
Right.
Wreak havoc, have fun.
-It's open bar for you, okay? -Mmm-hmm.
Never clean up your room. Pee in the sink.
Oh, and don't forget, fight with your cereal at breakfast.
And your vegetables at dinner, all right? Later, alligators.
I'll see you very soon, okay? Take care.
Take care.
I'm right, you bunch of assholes.
They'll be back in no time. You'll see.
They won't know what hit them.
Because apparently, "Mr. Isn't Wrong."
Just wait, you'll see.
Seriously.
Just wait.
Who will transport all this?
Gotta ask around.
Oh.
-Can you see anything? -Mmm-mmm.
No.
That'll go through customs?
Check this out.
On X-ray, you can't see jack shit.
Now, I'll pack some rotten pineapples.
Those dogs won't smell a thing.
I'll be the mule then.
Really?
Yeah, I want out this place.
You booked an extra checked bag, correct?
That'll be a total of a hundred.
Oh no. It should've been paid already.
Right, apologies.
Please go ahead and place your first luggage here.
Attention, please.
Passengers on flight number 617 departing at 1:50 p.m.,
you are requested to proceed to boarding at gate four.
Again, passengers on flight number 617,
please proceed to gate number four at 1:50 p.m. for immediate boarding.
The second baggage.
Now we flip the first card. One, two, three.
I'm gonna win.
Tell him we need to do some road work
and the road will be closed for two days.
Will two days be okay?
With what he owes me, it'll be fine. You'll see soon.
I've hired his son over at Ducreux.
Scram, you shit!
Get your filthy paws off me! Get lost!
-Get lost! -Here, boy. Here, boy.
-Get him out of here! -Oh no.
Come on, let's go, boy.
Come here, boy.
Stay here.
Here, Alex. Take some red snapper if you want.
Don't tell Damien. Keep it simple.
Okay.
You want to play, you fucker?
No!
-Son of a bitch! -What are you doing? Let him go!
-Let go of him! -Stop!
Enough, Alex! Alex, Stop!
-You'll kill him, stop that, Uncle! -Mama!
-Alex!
Alex, stop!
Try and stop me.
We'll get them back.
That's a promise.
Do you trust King's plan at all?
No. I don't believe it'll succeed.
We have other options.
You think so?
King's plan isn't good, but maybe…
imagine the plan executed better.
How so, better?
Nice and neat, fine-tuned.
Not overly ambitious.
Discreet.
We do it once, properly, planned well, but then we stop.
Rest in peace, Marilyn Lafleur and Dylan Lafleur.
They were both murdered, dug up, then ripped apart again…
by their brother and by their son.
Yeah.
Just leave it alone.
That's not you.
That'll never be you.
Here you are, sir.
SOLD
FOR THE CHILDREN OF MARILYN LAFLEUR, THE HEALER WHO SAVED MY LIFE
MARGOT You have my number. Now what?
PEACE
-Jocelyn? -Your father has a message for you.
-He wants 50% percent of your profits. -Screw him!
An anonymous letter for the judge.
Bye-bye, little brothers and sisters. Forget ever seeing them again.
Dirty money, the grown kids sent to Ducos prison, no more family.
He wants 50%.
50%!
I shot that asshole in his face.
Boom! In his mouth! For real.
I ride for my fam, understood?
I'm armed! So don't fuck around, fuckers.
We're inadmissible.
IN MEMORY OF MIREILLE SAINTE-ROSE uckers.