Furies

Paris.

With all its monuments, its department stores,

its fancy bars…

It's the city of light. The city of love.

The whole city's a postcard.

But Paris is also the city of crime.

Thefts, robberies, murders, prostitution.

Six mafia families run their businesses in this city,

and none of them tolerate anarchy or chaos.

But when money and power are at stake, chaos is inevitable.

Even in organized crime, someone needs to keep order among the mobsters.

The underworld has a sheriff:

The Fury.

She intervenes when a crime is committed amongst criminals.

And those who have met her are no longer alive to tell the tale.

Except for me.

TODAY

My name is Lyna.

I'm just an average college student.

Shh! Hang on! It's…

That guy being loud and singing out of tune? That's Elie, my boyfriend.

MOM - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING. COMING TOMORROW? WE WANT TO SEE YOU.

Your folks?

Mm-mm.

-Is it your lover? -Well, of course it is.

You put on the same face when it's your parents.

Here.

They throwing a party for you?

I could finally meet them, right?

-What's wrong with the damn door? -No, you're right.

There's no rush anyway. Whenever you're ready.

It's only been three years, after all.

My parents, it's complicated.

I don't wanna complicate things for us.

E… ver.

My parents are criminals and Elie's a cop.

So you can see why I don't want them to meet.

I'm sorry.

Stupid idiots.

Wrong apartment. Why didn't you say anything?

It's complicated to stop you.

Didn't you have class this morning?

Damn it, the alarm didn't go off! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Damn it!

I don't know what to say.

Try "damn it. "

-Out of clean clothes, baby? -Yep.

I've been wearing this for a couple days. Could be worse.

Ever since I was a little girl, my favorite day has been my birthday.

My parents used to throw these huge parties for me. Crazy parties.

Hey.

No.

Here, try this.

Oh, thanks.

Birthdays with Elie are different.

They're smaller, more intimate.

Definitely better.

Did you know you're magnificent?

And did you know that I love you?

Oh! Uh, hold on, brush your teeth. Brush your teeth.

-No, yeah, yeah, no, no. It's bad. -Oh no. No, oh I love you!

Keep your distance, ma'am, please.

It should've been the case again this year.

-Come on, stop. -Mmmm. Mm.

It's actually gonna be the worst birthday of my life.

Don't come home early tonight, okay? Give me some time to prepare your party.

Mm-hmm.

It'll be epic.

BANKER INCOMING CALL

Mr. Laroche.

Yeah, I… I know I'm redefining the meaning of a bank overdraft,

but don't freeze my account, just…

What?

YOUR BANK - TRANSFER € 2,550,857

My father is the Parisian underworld's accountant.

He moves, launders and redistributes money.

He's unseen, and unknown.

When I was a kid, I noticed gangsters were always at our house.

I didn't know why they came, but one day, I finally understood.

That's why I distanced myself from my parents.

-Hi, little darling. -Hi, Mom.

-Happy birthday, sweetie. -Thanks.

Mwah. Mwah.

-Your old man will be happy to see you. -Well, won't be for long.

Two million, Papa?

Come on, who gives two million as a birthday gift? No one.

I mean, it could be because, uh, people don't love their kids enough.

Don't worry, the money's origin is untraceable.

Your father knows what he's doing. He's the best. The boss.

I already told you I don't want your money, I'm not like you.

Having all that money in my account is too dangerous.

I'll make it disappear.

But you know,

an old man like me, not being able to look after his daughter,

that's really rough, you know?

Mm, Papa.

Okay but, the boss should never sign his transfers.

You'll get caught for that someday.

The last six digits of your bank transfer.

THE BOSS

Seriously?

All I've ever wanted was a normal life.

But when you're born into the underworld,

sooner or later, it catches up with you.

Stay here!

No, no, no, no.

-No! -I love you.

No! Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Police!

"Are you okay?" "Are you hurt, ma'am?"

You expect me to believe

you didn't know about your parents' business?

Hey!

All of your father's documents are encrypted.

But you know how to decode them, right?

My mother, is she, uh…

She's alive, but we're talking about you here.

Don't be their scapegoat.

'Cause believe me, girls like you don't do well in prison.

Just with what you have in your account, I can put you on remand for six months.

I wanna help you. So just tell me who shot your father.

I'm sure you saw something.

Your father took one bullet in the eye and one in the hand.

That's not your average hit. That's a message signed by The Fury.

Wait, what?

Lyna! Lyna!

What happened? Hey. You okay, baby? You okay?

-Mm-hm. -The hell are you doing here?

-She shouldn't be here, she's a victim. -Okay, hey, stop it! Francis?

Don't touch me.

I said, don't touch me!

- Damn it, let go of me! -Calm down.

-Get off me! Lyna, I'll be back. -Step back!

-Get off me. Lyna! Get off me! -Come on.

Get your hands off me. Lyna!

You're the closest I've ever gotten to The Fury.

So, you better give me a good description or I'll make your life a living hell.

When I was little, my father taught me to play chess, mahjong, and go.

My mother, on the other hand, put me in the ring.

"If you learn how to box,

you'll be ready to face the world, my sweet girl. "

Sorry, Mom, but I guess I'm still not ready.

I was terrible at boxing.

I got my ass kicked.

At least I knew how to take a punch.

Learning how to strike takes time.

And in here, time's all I got.

-You've got a visitor. -Tell 'em I'm busy, okay?

You don't have a choice, it's a cop.

Elie, I told you, I don't want you to see me here, not like th--

So, sweetheart, did this month here help you remember?

I have nothing to say.

I don't know anything.

-I'm a nobody. -Oh no.

The shooter was a pro, your father gets killed,

your mother sent to the hospital, and you… nothing?

-Not even a scratch? -What do you know?

Uh, I don't know anything. I just…

I just state what the facts are.

Then I try to understand.

All the other cops?

They don't care about The Fury.

Nor this case, they think The Fury's a myth.

And that your father was a thug who got what he deserved.

"He's better off dead, his murder was a favor to the world. "

-So you won't do anything? -No.

The investigation's closed. Game over. It's official.

I'm the last to still have a little interest in it.

But hey, if you've got nothing to tell me, then…

Does The Fury mean anything to you?

Want some advice? Don't ever mention that name.

To anybody.

I'm not looking for advice.

I want answers.

My father never hurt a single person.

He doesn't deserve this.

I think I feel tear rolling down my face.

Oh, no.

If you're not doing anything, I'll bring The Fury to you.

I look forward to that.

5 MONTHS LATER

My father was murdered, and I wanna know why.

You transferred here yesterday, you weren't alone.

The Shark? Is that who you're interested in?

They put her in solitary confinement.

Every time she's transferred,

she eats someone's ear as soon as she arrives.

To show 'em who she is.

As for me, I don't know if I'll fit in here.

Nah, you'll be fine.

You have to watch out for three things.

The inmates,

the food

and that guard there.

So, be polite, avoid the expired pasta,

and as for him,

I'll show you.

So, Lyna, last day? You're gonna miss me, right?

Well done, champ. You'll spend your final hours here in solitary.