Le prime 200 righe.
Wanna review the plan?
You sure?
It's like we said.
Steal the diamonds, sell them, and next week, we're in Canada.
Mm-hmm.
So here we have 9.35.
- Oh, that's good. Very good. - Yes, it's a very nice diamond.
Read the contract...
So, let's take a look.
Yes, it is nice.
Good quality.
Okay, yeah. You will like it, okay.
Here's my offer, Javier.
It's the price of the diamond.
Those over there are worth twice as much.
No more having to travel with tons of cash stuffed into suitcases.
Just a little pouch in your pocket, and you're all good.
Chris expects us. It won't be easy.
Whatever happens, focus on the diamonds.
- That's our ticket out, okay? - Okay.
Let's go.
And what?
You think this gets you even?
That it'll make us forget the lab and the drugs you sold behind our backs?
Take the diamonds.
Tell your father it's my gift to him.
No way.
We're not working with you anymore.
My father and I always knew you were naive,
but I never thought you were that stupid.
You're not my usual contact,
but you know you need me.
No one knows the port like I do.
We'll take our chances.
It's over, Chris. You're done.
And who would replace me?
Sofia and Saber Djebli.
I've already been in talks with them.
Hey!
Get in front. Get in front.
Let's go. Let's go.
I'm going to get a coffee.
Get down! On your knees. Now!
Look down, look down! On the ground. Look down!
May I have a coffee, please?
Wait.
Okay, let's go.
Get inside. Get in.
On the ground.
Everyone on the floor. On the floor!
- Everyone on the floor. - Let's go. Drop your gun!
Drop your gun!
Get on the fucking ground.
Eyes on the floor. Eyes on the floor!
Turn over now. Turn over!
Head down.
All you should be seeing is carpet.
No one moves. Everyone, eyes on the floor.
Eyes on the floor.
You, look down. Eyes down!
Hurry up.
Eyes on the floor.
Where is he?
Come on, hurry. Come on, let's go!
You, look at the floor. Now!
Shit.
Go ahead, I'll catch up.
The fuck's he doing?
Come on, come on.
I'm sorry about your sister and your niece.
I really didn't wanna kill them.
Hey! Asshole!
Fuck.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, wait!
Oh!
Behind you, look out!
Can you keep a lookout?
And so?
I killed him.
It won't bring back the dead, but I'd never find peace without it.
I'm seeing the lawyer in four days. She settled with the client.
- Three million. - Three million?
Yeah. You'll be able to go to Italy with your family.
And us, to Canada.
We have to move on now.
- Take care of yourself, brother. - You too.
Liana!
- Take care of him. He's not so young. - Yeah, sure.
As you know, Javier, my boss' son,
was injured during the heist.
Therefore, his father asked me to present you with their offer.
Javier and the cartel bosses are very impressed with what you've done
since your father died.
And that's why they would like to work with you.
What does that mean? They want us to replace Chris?
They were considering it even before his death.
And don't worry, they really don't care about any of the issues you had with him.
Chris was working with the other cartels.
Javier and his father want Los Soles to be the only cartel in Europe.
So, what would you like me to tell them?
We're very flattered by their interest in us.
But before we can give you an answer, we need specifics.
Ten percent of our margin on all drugs arriving through the Port of Antwerp.
The same as what Chris was getting.
We'd prefer 20.
You know, I'm used to negotiating.
But when the ask is unreasonable, it can be insulting.
Every other trafficker in Antwerp is working with dockers.
We're the only ones working with Customs.
I know. I don't know how you did it, but we know.
And that edge on the competition is precisely what my bosses want.
But 20%. You're overvaluing it.
Out of ten loads, how many did you lose with Chris?
On average, two.
So eight of ten loads got moved.
We'll guarantee ten out of ten.
No seizures, so no loss to make up for.
Your bosses will make more, even with our cut.
I simply can't approve that kind of increase.
I'm not authorized to.
Then ask whoever can decide. Call us back.
He'll be here tomorrow, actually.
He's the boss' right hand.
He'll be staying here until Javier recovers.
He may meet with you directly.
We're here. At his disposal.
- Hey. - Hey.
I hope the trip was okay.
How's Javier doing?
He's in the hospital, in the ICU.
But we now know the crook who shot him. His name is Mehdi Belhadj.
I don't care about his name. I want his head.
This is Belhadj, the scum who tried to kill the old man's son.
Chris has been dead for three days. Got a replacement yet?
I spoke to the Djeblis. They'll do it,
but we have to agree on pay.
I wanted to ask about that.
And who said to contact them?
Javier.
Right before he was shot.
He was set on working with them.
Javier can't make those decisions without consulting me.
He has no authority.
He got the go-ahead from his dad, the old man.
No. We won't work with the Djeblis.
Why not?
Because they killed you.
I'm off to see the old man's son at the hospital.
Get rid of him. Let's go, Valeria.
That's good. You upped your game.
There.
You practice in secret, don't you?
Why would I do that?
'Cause you hate it. You can't stand it when I kick your ass.
You never kick my ass. I let you win, so you don't start pouting.
- Oh, come on, I'm a good loser. - Oh, yeah, right. You pout for days.
- What? - Yeah.
You're the sore loser.
I spoke to the captain of the boat. We leave tomorrow morning at five, okay?
In two days, we'll be in Stockholm.
Then we fly straight to Montreal and be done with this life of misery.
Okay.
Sorry.
Here.
What's that?
Papers for the lawyer. I want you to sign them.
The last time I signed something, I got sent to a home. What's it for?
It's the deed to my house. I put it in your name.
And a proxy for my accounts as well.
If something happens to me, you'll have cash.
I'm not signing that.
- Why not? - I just don't want to.
Why would something happen to you anyway?
Not saying anything's going to happen to me.
Just sign it to make me happy.
Just like I let you win so you're happy.
Here.
Promise me nothing will happen.
I promise.
No, okay, see? That's the problem.
You're a cheater.
Oh, man, you're really in trouble.
Are you with my son?
Yes, I'm with him. The doctors say he'll make it.
They're keeping him under a few more hours.
I'm here, don't worry.
I'm also meeting the Belgian authorities at the embassy.
Okay, I know. Did you hear about the port?
About what?
Wanting to work with the Djeblis?
That was my son's idea.
And I'm sorry, but I think he's right. I should've told you sooner.
Did you meet the guy in talks with them?
He's dead. The Djeblis killed him.
That makes no sense.
I don't get it.
Why would they do that?
How should I know?
But if you'd told me about them before,
I would've said that they can't be trusted.
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