De guerre lasse

Marseille

Take cover! Grenade!

Come on! Hurry up!

Listen to what I fucking say!

Shit, one of them has fallen right there!

Can you pass me the carton and the phone?

No problem.

Like we said: the carton is 30 euros, the phone is 20. 50 euros.

I'll make it 45. Is it a deal?

Fifty.

- Right. - Thanks.

Titoune,

Alex.

I thought you were chasing the Taliban.

Not any more. I'm back.

What do you mean, back?

I'm in town.

And what brings you here, kid?

I need ID within 2 days.

You provide them, I pay you and that's it.

Tell nobody.

Remember the Casablanca? It's mine now.

Come over this evening.

That's best.

Then we can talk in peace.

Follow me? Better than on the phone.

OK.

Out the way!

Come on, move it.

- What do you want? - I'm looking for Rachid.

- Rachid who? Get out. - Rachid.

No Rachid here. Get out.

I hear him.

I said no.

No, thanks.

- Don't smoke any more? - Only at night.

- Doing Ramadan too? - Yeah.

- Seriously? - Yes.

You've put on weight.

Bulked up.

- You kidding? - No, seriously.

- Weight training? - No, boxing.

Boxing? You box?

- Yeah. - Show me.

Come on!

Stop.

Been here long?

Since yesterday.

- Where you staying? - The Saigon.

- Still at home? - No. I've got a place.

Gonna stick around?

I've got stuff to sort out.

Will it take long?

How's your sister?

She's fine.

She's in love.

I met her guy.

Wears a suit, good family...

Now she has a job, we don't see her.

It's good. We're happy for her.

Rachid,

tell no one that you've seen me.

Not your mates, not your girl.

- Gonna call your father? - No.

We missed you.

I missed you all, too.

You scared me.

All right?

- You? - Yes.

No, no. I don't want any.

Forget about your Ramadan.

I don't want any.

- Eat. - No.

Then take this. For tonight.

They're halal.

Guaranteed.

Ah, you're here.

You're not dead.

Would it kill you to keep in touch?

Your mother worries. She wears me out.

I swear.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I thought of something. I told your mother.

Remember old Nico? He was at the bowling alley.

Sit down. Sit down.

I need a young guy to do security.

The pay's good.

Listen to me.

Watch closely.

Once you see how it's run the club's yours.

You'd like that, right?

Frankly, no.

Seriously? You'd rather work for the Corsicans?

I don't: I'm an estate agent.

It's on my payslip. Want to see?

Call that a job?

Don't you see the problem?

OK. Look,

Alex is back. I saw him.

Where?

How is he?

How can I reach him?

- Where's he staying? - No idea.

He has my number, he'll call.

Did he say why he's here? You spoke to him.

He asked about Katia.

What exactly did he ask about your sister?

How she was, her job...

What else?

I forget.

If she had a guy and if she was still in Aix.

Tell him to call me.

Even if it kills him.

Rachid.

Clémence always said having a son would change me.

That it'd make me a different man.

Find him before Marciani catches him.

Fine my son, Titoune. You have to.

Hasn't he called you?

No. Why? Have you heard anything?

Has someone mentioned him?

No.

Why the hell is he here? What's he playing at?

Marciani's bound to get him. What can I do?

What you can.

This is family, Titoune.

How's it going with your new pals, the Corsicans?

You don't mind working for Marciani?

Doesn't it gall you?

No one forced you to hand the business to Marciani.

If I hadn't, there'd have been a bloodbath.

You gave up on us.

Did you think I'd open a halal butcher shop?

I'd rather you worked with the Arabs.

I know how much you like them.

Titoune, Algeria was 50 years ago.

Drop it.

The war's over.

They don't bother me, but I make the rules here.

That's all. You're the one with the problem.

You're a recluse. How long have you and Raïssa been shut away?

Since those morons have treated her like shit.

I'll try to find out about Alex.

Katia?

What are you doing here?

Are you on leave?

No, it's over. I'm back.

Are you at your father's place?

No.

So you're a solicitor now?

"Solicitor Larbi"?

I still can't get used to it.

It suits you. You're beautiful.

Hello.

You know what'll happen if you stay.

What they're saying about you and the death of Marciani's brother.

When they found the body,

your father said you'd joined the Foreign Legion.

For good. That I'd never see you again.

It's been 4 years, Alex. 4 years.

Are you taking over your dad's business?

He doesn't know I'm here.

What do you want? Why are you here?

I missed you.

It's good to see you.

You know Marco, of course.

And Fabrice.

Handing out pens to kids to win hearts and minds.

What a joke! Shit.

Next the elite will shake hands with the fundamentalists.

If we don't win over there, we've had it.

In Oran, when our parents fought Algiers in '51,

the FLN was on its knees...

Algeria, Marseille...

The same guys. We'll get screwed.

A passport with a name.

A new name.

An ID card and a driving licence.

Not in 2 days. Not enough time. Really. I can do 3 days.

Give me 3 days.

Is my father running knocking shops now?

Are they lucrative?

What do you mean?

There's a lot of them around.

You know, your father...

Why don't you call him?

It's been 4 years.

You can sort it out, I'll arrange it.

No, don't arrange anything.

He made a deal with the Corsicans. It was easier.

Right, son, you have to go now.

Fabrice will get your photo taken.

You pay Marcel and he'll take care of everything.

Fabrice, come here.

Take my car.

Take the kid to Marcel's.

Go out the back way. The car's there.

Got a light?

Don't I know you?