Guyane

You bring shame to our institution. You won't graduate, you'll never be part of the elite.

For your whole class, you'll always be the bum who got expelled.

You behavior justifies and immediate expulsion.

The School of Mines might take legal action against you.

We're seriously considering that.

Is this the kind of future you want? - No, ma'am.

You wanna stay here, don't you?

We don't want you here... but we're aware of the importance of team spirit.

Our community takes pride in forgiving its members, provided they deserve another chance.

You didn't get any internship abroad, so we'll send you as far as we can... very far.

Most positions have already been covered.

We have this. None of our students has been there in 10 years.

Cayenor.

Cayenne... gold mining.

It's perfect... field training with geological options.

You'll spend 10 months in Guyana.

France has been sending its misfits down there for over 100 years...

It'll suit you perfectly.

Don't bother coming back until you're finished. It's your second and last chance.

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Right over there, you see? - Alright.

Ok, Vincent. Let's go.

Ok, thank you. Tomorrow, late morning. Ok?

See you tomorrow. Vincent, give me that.

Go where I go and listen to me.

This will look good on your practice report.

In Guyana, everybody knows where gold is. It's no mystery.

They even hung a map in town hall.

All down the Oyapok, gold is everywhere.

It's been dried up now. - So there's nothing left?

The question is how much there's left. Is the place still profitable?

Did you see the samples? - Yes.

You take note of the site coordinates, grab the samples and move on to the next site.

You like it?

What school are you from?

Mines in Paris. - The elite!

You may become my boss one day.

How long have you been living here? - 27 years.

Have you found a lot of gold. - If I'd kept 1 gram for every kilo, I'd have a mansion on Champs Elysées.

However... I'm still a Cayenor employee.

A puff for me?

You ever considered working freelance?

With your knowledge, you could make a fortune.

What do you know about gold?

You've read Cendrars, London, Traven?

Never mind... they all say the same thing: do not dream.

Can't you make a fortune out of it? - Some did.

You get here, find a vein, dig up 1 or 2 kilos a week...

Hire some natives and in 2 years you're a millionaire. That would be worth it.

But what do you do with your gold? How do you transport it?

Who you sell it to? If they rob you, what do you do?

Mining is difficult but what's more dangerous is transport.

You gotta be a criminal... or a big company like Cayenor.

Stay here.

Who are they? - Quiet!

"Garimpeiros"... they'll dig down to hell for a nugget.

Today we finish. I just have to check one last thing.

We're not going under that.

Come on!

It's beautiful.

Vincent!

Give me your GPS, mine's not working. - How will I do my readings?

You'll copy my coordinates. - Ok but it's not the procedure.

You got up thorough this morning? Give me that!

Finish your job so we can go.

I got my samples.

How do you know when there's gold? - 20 years of this... I can smell it.

You smell nothing here?

Let's try one last spot. You never know.

I left my pick, can you get it please?

Hi, Max. It's Merlot. Forget the chopper tomorrow.

I'll spend the night in Saint Elias. Tomorrow same time it's ok?

Ok, perfect. I'll see you tomorrow.

Saint Elias, Saturday night. Leave it out of your record.

Thanks, guys. See you next time.

Well... that's the hotel.

Can you smell ice cold beer?

Gentlemen, how's going? Hi, Louis.

Hi. - Can we eat?

Also two beers.

Two plates.

Hey, old man. Louis, you also have two rooms?

Thanks.

What's new, old man? - I'm tired... very tired.

I'm not that hungry.

Can I have my key, please? Seriously?

I'm tired.

On your tab? Good.

How you're doing? You got some rest?

This makes 6, I mark 'em.

This is Antoine Serra, the boss. - "Boss" my ass... I work like a mule.

This is Vincent Ogier, from the School of Mines. - Great.

What you're having? - A beer.

Thanks.

How much for the ounce? - 400.

It should be 960... but Serra is the only buyer this side of the Oyapok.

How much do they pay on the other side of the river? - You got gold? Go check yourself.

Watch out... that's got a price tag too.

You've been friends for long? - We're not friends, we both worked for Cayenor.

Are you a geologist?

No. Security.

You saw those vultures around the sites? 10 years ago it was us.

That was a pain in the ass. - We had good times too.

Yes... but employment is not my thing.

I'd rather work on my own.

Claudio, go get Natalie. Quick!

You got a rag or something?

Move over!

You blew it, Davi. You're not fit to go back to work.

Take him to the doctor ad have him stitched up.

You did this? - He was cheating!

Either you come with me to the police...

...or you give half your gold to Davi's family for one month.

Happy hour!

Good job for a city slicker. Where did you learn that?

In Abidjan. My father was in the military and he taught me first aid.

What's your last name again? - Ogier.

I knew a Ogier back in '91 in Djibouti.

Jean-Christophe Ogier, 2nd Marine Infantry. An idiot.

That's my father.

Naughty boy.

No, wait... - You'll like it.

Where's the bathroom?

Naughty boy.

You know I wouldn't bother you about nothing.

This is big.

Come on, Serra, you know me. I'm a professional, just like you.

80,000 and I'm doing you a favor.

What... you don't believe me?

Is that it? You don't believe me?

Go ahead and do your stupid tests!

I'm warning you... in 3 days I'll give the coordinates to the Brazilians.

I'm sorry... I'm looking for the bathroom.

End of the corridor on the right.

Everything ok?

Why wouldn't it be?

You speak too loud, Merlot. You shouldn't drink that much.

Ok... go to sleep... don't sleep with her...

Send her away and go to sleep... it's easy.

Drink this.

Thanks. - Local stuff, home-squeezed.

It's wassai juice, I had this in Biarritz.

It's very good to eliminate toxins and alcohol.

It makes you pee a lot.

Our wounded is getting some more beating.

Leave your father out here! You're not setting foot in this house!

He's lucky you were there, you're their life insurance.

And their doctor... and their sheriff.

I'd run for mayor if they didn't already have one. He lives in Cayenne, 17 hours away.

I thought Serra was the mayor. - He's more like a bank... and social security.

Without him, I wouldn't even have a pair of scissors.

It's been a while since someone from Cayenor came here.