Un p’tit gars de Ménilmontant

Ramses! Here you are, old boy... dinner!

What the hell is that about?!

Just what the fuck you think you're up to?!

I'll fill it in afterwards.

I don't believe it!

- Just stop this now! - Calm down! I'm nearly finished.

What's that?

Al right then...

Listen... this is MY house... Piss off or I'll smash your head in!

I don't think so...

She left ages ago... 7 or 8 years.

Does she know you got out yesterday?

Things 've changed round here.

- Where's she live? She with someone? - Don't start trouble!

I just want to know... where does she live?

Rue de Savies.

- You want a job? - No, not really.

- You married? - I live with someone... Come over for dinner.

Excuse me... Could we have our wine?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Thanks.

- I've got cash I need to change. - How come?

I got 200 grand in old money... I can't go to the bank with it.

- Didn't the cops grab the money? - Only some of it.

I can't help you. The tax guys are on to me.

What about Charlie? Is he out?

Yeah... in the cemetery. He got killed in a fight over a parking space.

Everything's different now.

How's it goin', dummy?! Your ma still suckin' cocks?!

Listen, dummy... I'm off now... But I'll be back. OK, Maklouf?

- Shall I dig someone up for you? - Why didn't you flatten that little prick?

- I got better things to do. - Things 've sure changed 'round here.

Mum!

- Everything al right, darling? - Yes... you?

- How was the test? - It was hard.

- Do you think you passed it? - Yeah.

I'll have to take it out before it burns.

- He's late. - Why have you never mentioned him?

- I didn't think you'd approve. Wine? - Yes, thanks.

- Did you never visit him in jail? - He never wanted me to.

- Is he staying in Paris? - Where else would he go?

He's a good guy... you'll see.

15 years in prison... He's probably no angel though.

What did he do, to get a sentence like that?

- A shot that went wrong. - Did he kill someone?

He didn't mean to.

If it wasn't for that shot, you and I'd never have met.

Were you with him?

The guard would've killed me. We were masked.

They traced the bullets to Joe.

He never gave me away.

Karen. Karen...

Enough of this.

You know that's all behind me... Don't you?

I wouldn't swipe a lollipop.

I hit him and he didn't do a thing!

- Dead easy! - We emptied the cash register!

- Slow down... no hurry. - How much have we got?

- Let's see! - Hands off!

What happened? Those little hooligans?

- I get so pissed off. - Why don't give THEM hell?

I'd like to, if I could.

How about...?

I've found someone who can help you... A gipsy.

- He launders cash. - Do you trust him?

Yeah.

- We were expecting you last night. - Sorry.

- Did you know Marianne had a son? - Yeah... Hugo. Good kid.

- Why haven't you mentioned it? - I wasn't sure how you'd take it.

- How old is he? - 14, I think.

Why are you asking?

Marianne.

You're looking well.

- We gotta talk. - He's not your son.

Come off it! I can count.

- I was going to have an abortion. - Why didn't you tell me... He's MY son!

What's it matter to Hugo? He's learned to live without you.

- Why are you home? Didn't you have a meeting? - It was cancelled.

What's up?

Something happened?

Joe's back.

He knows about Hugo.

- How did he find out? - He stopped me in the street.

- Does he want to meet Hugo? - Yes.

Maybe he's changed... It's been 15 years.

- Have you told Hugo? - What do I say?

- I'm going out... Be home by 8. 'Bye. - 'Bye, sweetie.

Hugo?

What is it?

Nothing... Have a nice day.

- How 're things? - Good... you?

- Did you get through the maths? - It took forever!

- Took me 10 minutes. - Really?

No... it was tough!

Get a load of HER!

Get a load of Samia! She digs that jerk.

You got NO chance.

He IS my son... I just want him to know I'm here.

- I can demand a DNA-test. - And drag the police into it?

Marianne should have the right... No risks in that.

What risk? What risks are there?

- Tell her that I've changed. - Prove it to her! Get a job!

- What do you want? - Talk to Manu about swapping dough.

That's Ely... a cousin. I'm Greg.

Take a seat... Manu'll be back in a minute.

- Have something to eat? - No, I'm fine, thanks.

Excuse me... my hands are wet.

- Glad to be back in the 'hood? - Yeah.

Everyone knows everyone here. Like a village... That's why we live here.

- I'm in a hurry... Can we talk business? - Yeah... us gipsies talk too much.

Take this shit away.

What are you gonna do about Ely's uncle?

- What do you mean? - Nose broken twice over.

Two teeth knocked out.

Didn't think about that, did you?

Hit anyone with a spade lately?

- How was I to know? - You think you're some Mr Big?

- I don't want any problems. - Sit down... hands on the table!

OK... take it easy!

Pass me the bag, cuz.

This we take as damages.

So what'll we do with YOU?

What'd YOU do in my place? Get rid of the evidence?

- It seems he's a regular pit-bull. - Why not a slug through his head.

We're gonna to have to get rid of Maklouf as well.

- He'll be wondering. - You better start worrying.

- Get rid of him... Food's getting cold. - Wait... wait... wait!

You better check the notes... Sorry, but they're counterfeit.

Drop your gun! Drop your gun!

- Wait... I won't try to stop you. - Who else knows I'm here?

No one... his uncle's in hospital.

Down on your knees!

It's their fault... I didn't want it to be like this.

Me neither.

- Where you goin'? - Home.

Hang on! You taking' our chicks?

- Think you own the place, you little fairy?! - Stay away from Samia.

Don't you forget it!

- Let him alone! - We're only joking!

Bullshit you are! Hugo!

Don't take any notice of those jerks.

- He's got your hair-do! - Morons!

What can the police do? They're all minors.

They demanded money in front of the customers! They're frightened of nobody.

- You gotta stop them. - Do I shoot them? They're kids.

That's up to you.

How'd you go with the gipsies?

You got a car?

- How much is your tax bill? - 25,000 euros.

- I'll pay it. - So I'm to change the money?

- Shall I put an ad in the paper? - I didn't realise it was a trap.

No worries. It's sorted.

- Don't worry... it had to be done. - I'm not worried.

- Did you turn your phone off? - No... must've been the battery.

Were you with Joe?

Were you with him?!

He needed a hand to move a few things.

- Relax! - You stink of sweat... and look at your shoes!

I'd lost the urge for 3 years... Just the occasional lay.

Now I feel 20 years younger.

You must've gone crazy when you came out.

- I'm still in love with Marianne. - You haven't screwed in 15 years?!

Your testosterone must be driving you nuts... I know some chicks who'll help you out.

No thanks. Have you found a money-man?

My ISP's down... I can't get onto the internet.

How about the Yellow Pages? I'll take care of it.

- You might have worn a clean shirt. - We're only going to my folks.

It's not a dinner party... come on.

So? Whadda you starin' at me for?!

You got a problem? I'm talkin' to YOU!

If I ever see you in Maklouf's again... ...I'll give you the beating of your life.

Understood?

Do you understand me?

Hi, Nassim. Did the kids in the playground bash you up?!

- Aw... fuck off! - Show some respect! Come here.

- Come on! - Sit down.

- Once upon a time, you'd help out. - I don't have anything.

- Pay up or shut up! - I've nothing!

Badi, search his pockets.

Hope you don't have anything!

- No lies now... where's this from? - It's Mum's.

- Are you doing stuff behind my back? - No!

Next time, Mummy can pay... is that better?

- Now piss off! - Give me my money back!

No sob stories... Piss off! Don't come back.

Nassim? Nassim!

Nassim!

Nassim!

- You might knock. - And you might answer. The headmaster called.

You haven't been at school for a week. Your father would've gone ballistic.

- We receive no refund, if you play truant. - I don't give a shit... I can get a job.

- Doing what?! - That's no problem.

What happened to your lip? If you hang around...

Stop fucking screaming!

Leave me alone!

Arsehole!

You crazy?!

What an moron... take care.

- It was green. - You can't trust everyone.

Thanks... 'bye.