Close Enemies (Frères ennemis)

Police!

Show your hands!

Hands in the air!

Shut the fuck up!

Watch out!

Shut the fuck...

- Don't touch me! - Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Fuck.

No laptops, no phones.

Where are your phones?

Okay.

Marc! We need to get the hell out of here.

Get the cars. We're bringing the targets out.

I don't speak Arabic, asshole.

Go.

CLOSE ENEMIES

Keep it up! Be accurate.

Accurate, there you go. Stay on him.

Ivan, keep it up. Stay on him.

Do not lose him!

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey. Hold on, hold on.

- Go ahead. Kick it with your right. - Hello?

- Yeah, we got back last night. - Harder! Harder!

- You want the same as last time? - Kick it again.

Go. Go ahead!

Let's meet tomorrow, usual place and time? All right?

Go ahead. Now with your left foot.

- Kick it! - Bye.

Come on. Come on!

Hey, hey! There!

- Left foot. - Yeah?

- Harder! Go, go! - Chill.

- We're here. - Kick it.

What's up?

Kick it, Ivan.

With your left foot, come on. Go!

- Sir, you can't play here. - What?

- You can't play here. - Me, Manu and the kid.

- Why not? A quick game. - Sir.

- The field's right there. - You want the ball!

Whoo!

Hold on a sec, he's riling up cops. Hang on.

Hey, Manu, drop it.

- Let it go. Come on. - Don't stay here, sir.

- I told you to... - There's no time for a game.

Maybe next time. Thanks for the welcome!

You were going to take the kid's ball?

Cheap-ass Didier Deschamps.

- Why are you arguing with them? - Who was it?

- Sarkisian. He'll take 30 keys. - Yeah?

Whoo!

- How you doing? How's it going, bro? - You all right?

- You good? - Cool, and you?

Hey, man.

- You good? - How are you?

- Hi. - Nouri is one lucky guy! Whoa!

Imrane, look at this beauty.

- He's coming out! He's coming out now! - Whoo!

Nouri!

Nouri!

Nice change from bearded dudes!

He's looking well.

- How's it going, amigo? - How are you?

- Yeah. - All you guys.

It's so good to see you.

- He's holding up. - He's so handsome!

- You okay? - You guys okay?

You good, my friend?

- Good to see you, man. - Thanks.

Nouri, how you doing, bro?

- You good? - Hamdoullah, brother.

- Hey, it's not a funeral! - Yeah!

- He's put on weight. - Yeah. He put on weight.

- He's a chubby guy. - Okay, fatty?

- I hear business is good for you? - Yeah. Pretty good.

- Back from Portugal yesterday? - Yeah.

Yeah?

I may have some clients for you.

Okay.

First, we eat.

Raji's organizing a party for you.

Come on, get in the cars! Let's go!

- Let's go! - Let's hit it!

Get going! Let's meet at Uncle Raji's!

Ivan, come here!

- These are homemade! - Ivan!

Let's go!

Hey, Nouri! Nouri!

Bring him here.

I need to go back to Conakry.

Why?

We need to handle the transport between Tangiers and Conakry ourselves.

I spoke to cousin Rédouane this morning. He's already asking for more money.

He'll get greedy. He's busting my balls. We chose him because we were in a hurry.

- No, you were. - Okay. I was in a hurry. I'm not anymore.

We have to take over, Manu.

Transport from Conakry is bleeding us dry.

- Four grand per kilo of blow... - Hey!

Got anyone less greedy than your cousin?

No idea. He says he needs it to pay everyone off.

That's probably true. I know how those hicks back home work.

But I don't give a shit, it's too much.

You know what we should do? Go by sea.

Avoid Morocco altogether, go straight from Guinea to Portugal.

That way, it would save us two grand...

- Two thousand euros per key. - Yeah, but it's riskier.

Not necessarily.

You said the opposite just last month.

Last month, I didn't know they'd try to screw us.

Drop me off at the next exit. I've got an errand to run.

I'll come over before the party, okay?

Go on, repeat that. "Habibi..."

- Habibi. - No. "Habibi hamdoulilah."

- Habibi hamdoulilah. - Yeah, that's it.

Habibi Hamdoulilah. "Wallah?"

Hold on, Ivan. Hold on. Give this to Mom. Okay?

Okay.

Go ahead, ring it.

- Ouch! - Ouch!

- You're very late. - Sorry.

- Take off your coat, sweetie. - So, what did you see?

We changed plans.

We played soccer.

- Where were you? - Here and there. We saw a buddy of mine.

We did stuff.

- Okay, so you hung out with Imrane. - Was it fun or not?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- I left 50 messages. - I know.

- And? - Here.

Cut it out!

See you soon.

- Wallah, wallah. - Wallah.

Go for the pass!

- What's the word? - They're buying.

When will they buy? It's been three trips already. How many do you need?

No idea.

Don't fuck me over, Imrane.

The point's not to help you launch your business.

On my mother's life, I swear I'm doing the best I can.

I had to set it up super fast.

I don't know. They're waiting to see how it goes.

- I'm not the only one dealing. - Lower the price.

They'll smell a rat.

I get nothing as it is.

If they don't buy this time, we're gonna have to arrest you.

We can't cover you much longer if you don't bring us the Reyes Gang.

They'll buy, I'm telling you.

Call them back.

And look like a moron? They'll call me.

I hope so, for your sake, bro.

Motherfucker.

Pass it here!

- How's it going, guys? - You good?

- Wait up. - Hold on.

Salaam.

- You good? - Salaam.

How's it going, guys? Smells good.

- Just hanging. - You good?

- Okay, princess? - Hi, there.

- You good? - Yeah. Great.

- Want some tea? - No, I'm okay.

- Hey, man. - Hey.

- Hey! Give me a kiss. - No.

No fucking kiss?

Stop cursing in front of my kid, for fuck's sake!

- Yacine! - I'm working.

- Working? - Yeah?

Gimme a kiss. I'm sure you're watching videos.

- No. - Yeah, right.

- What are you watching? - I told you I'm working.

- Gimme a kiss. - Are you nuts?

- Gimme a kiss! - Damn it.

And tidy up this damn mess, man! What's all this?

I don't get any kisses either.

- No respect. - No, that's over.

- See you. - See you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Keep growing and I'll smash your face in.

- Stop growing. - Come on. Move it.

You all right? You seem tense.

Manu, we've got 60 keys of coke and no call from Reyes.

It's okay, we'll find other buyers. Relax.

I'll relax when we sell it.

Shit. We have to drop by Ikken's.

Want an eighth, bro? Answer me!

- Fucker. - He doesn't smoke.

Hi.

Ikken, there are a couple of jerks dealing outside.

Get rid of them before they attract the cops.

- I already told them. - Get rid of them.

The coke's in the hideout in the 16th.

Get the lidocaine. Omar's cutting it tonight.

- Delivery's tomorrow? - Yeah.

Help Ikken out first

with the two little shits outside.

Let's go.

- Nouri, not missing the slammer? - No.

- Cheers! - Cheers!