Infested (Vermines)

Is this all you got?

What do you mean, "all"? That's from Dubai.

All the chicks there wear that.

That's from Dubai?

They wear plastic crap like this?

Come off it, bro.

- Show me the real stuff. - There's no real or fake.

It's all there. If you don't want it, piss off.

I don't have time. Here.

I know you got stuff hidden away.

Ali, I need some jewelry.

Something nice. I'm not dating a 16-year-old.

Be glad I don't whip your ass.

I know about you guys reselling my stuff.

Don't be paranoid. We talked about this.

I sell shoes now.

My lock-up is full of 'em.

I came all this way, so show me the good stuff.

- It's for a gift. - A gift?

You swear?

I never swear.

Trust me.

You can trust me. I'm not some random guy.

You're lucky I like you.

- Same here. - Come on.

That's more like it, Ali.

I send lots of people here, you know? "Go see my guy Ali."

I deserve a cut.

I say: "If you go to Ali's,

say Kaleb sent you." They never do.

What?

Wow...

What's all this?

You interested in animals?

Sure I'm interested in all this stuff.

- You sell this? - I sell everything.

Ali Express! I was around first!

I'm sure they stole my name.

Wow, it looks so dope!

Be careful.

Yeah, I know. I was gonna open a reptile zoo.

I don't give a shit. Here, earrings. 80 euros.

What a mutha!

Yeah, it eats a lot.

It's 50. Both for 100, OK?

It's not moving. It's dead.

What?

Bullshit.

It's not moving.

It needs more space.

Look, it's fine.

80.

100. Yes or no?

- Yes. - OK.

So, pay me.

Careful.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a pro.

It might be poisonous, I swear.

I told you not to swear.

Up to you.

I'll take you home.

Let's go.

See you.

Guys, lend a hand.

Let me help you, Mrs. Zhao.

We got you!

Give me your bag.

Hey!

What's this? What're you doing?

- Get off! - Fuck!

Manners!

Don't play the cop.

I have to play the cop. You play the jerk!

- Don't trash the place, fool! - I didn't.

- It wasn't you? - It's already dirty.

- Who did this? - It's her job.

- Beat it. - We pay for all that.

You pay, do you?

Come on, Kaleb, give me my bag.

We said it's confiscated.

Piss off.

Firecrackers? You kid!

Jerk.

Sorry, Mrs. Zhao.

- Always breaking, dirtying... - Not me.

I'm trying to help.

I do my best.

- Fuck! - See?

Stop!

Run along.

That pisses me off.

My hoodie's screwed.

It fuckin' stinks.

Damn light!

Fuck!

Mathys...

Whose bikes?

What?

You steal 'em?

- I found them at the back. - For God's sake!

I told you not to steal locally.

I borrowed 'em. People don't ask for them back.

I see 'em and take 'em.

It's not fixed?

What do you think?

I think not.

Shit.

Fuck!

Mathys, put 'em in your lock-up.

Don't get me involved!

Yeah, you're right, sorry.

I swear I'll return 'em.

Don't swear.

I promise I'll return 'em to their owners.

I need you for the sneakers.

So, concentrate on that.

Focus!

What have we got?

So, we have

Aurélie: Air Force One.

Yeah. Size 8.

OK, order them.

Silvio: Yeezy 350.

- What color? - Sesame, but that's not a color.

I don't have 'em. We'll see later.

Then, there's Toumani.

- The TNs? - Yeah, I keep running into him.

He's getting more and more aggressive.

Here!

Shit!

- Great. - Not great.

- The box is fucked. - What?

It's fucked. It's soaking wet.

Who cares? He wants the sneakers, not the box.

He has boxes to the ceiling.

That's not the issue. We gotta do a quality job.

I want everything to be nice n' clean.

Period.

So, find me a new box and he'll get 'em.

Clean like your hoodie?

- It stinks, bro. - Shut up. I know.

I'm sick of this.

Shit!

- What did I say about Mom's stuff? - What?

Don't put it in fuckin' boxes like that.

It's not for the trash.

You're crazy.

Shit!

Sorry. She messes everything up.

Pain in the ass! OK, handsome?

Everyone's still alive?

"Yeah, Kaleb, thanks!" You're welcome, guys.

I'll deal with that crazy bitch.

That's nice n' clean.

Guys, look who I brought you.

Aren't you fine?

I'll call ya Rihanna.

You're so beautiful, my beauty.

Don't be jealous, guys.

Welcome her. I'll put you there for now.

A nice box...

You're rude. So rude.

I gave you a good home.

I treated you the same. No respect!

Hold on...

Go on.

It's only temporary.

Tonight, I'll make you a 5-star home.

Manon!

Where are you?

Why turn everything off in my room again?

I've told you. I got rare species. They need humidity, warmth...

Talk, don't yell.

You could kill 'em, doing that.

I don't have time. Move.

No. Listen, it's important.

- Important? Your bugs? - Yeah.

- Move! - No.

- Move! - No. What's your problem?

It costs a fortune in electricity.

Plus the repairs.

So, stop the repair work!

I'll have the cash, I'll handle it.

Handle what?

Handle this place.

- I'll be selling some great pairs soon. - Look.

I'd love you to buy this place, but you're broke.

- Wait... - 2 years!

The place is falling apart. We have to sell it.

I won't sell. Ever!

All the memories of Mom...

Move on, for fuck's sake.

You don't need the money. You just wanna pile it up.

- Do it elsewhere. - Yeah!

I'm sick of working for cash. I want to set up my own business.

- Who d'you think you are? - And you?

Who are you?

Loser. Look at you!

You're the loser. Look at you!

OK?