01x06 - La nature a horreur du vide

[bunniefuu]

[heart b*ating]

[heartbeat slowing]

[Lyna] Selma! Selma!

[continuous beep]

[Lyna] Driss k*lled Selma.

[moody, dramatic music playing]

Three words I couldn't accept.

Three words that change everything.

Three words that bring the story of

a brother who hated his sister to an end.

Driss manipulated us.

Driss tricked The Fury.

Driss k*lled Selma.

Becoming a Fury means being ready

to give your life for your mission.

Because only justice can prevent

a never-ending w*r between The Godfathers.

A w*r that would take the lives

of innocent people.

The Fury works for the underworld,

but she protects all of you.

Just like the other Furies before her,

that's what Selma lived and d*ed for.

But in spite of her sacrifice,

the w*r has begun.

And I'm the only one who can stop it.

[moody, dramatic music continues]

THE TRANS' CASINO BOA

FEHIM'S WAREHOUSE

[music builds]

[music fades]

[melancholy music playing]

Well, sit down, dummy.

[The Fixer] It's a mess.

It's all gone to hell.

The Godfathers keep calling us.

They don't know who to turn to.

Won't be long before that bastard

Parques takes advantage of the situation.

Started making his move

as soon as he heard about Selma.

[door opens]

Simon It's a lie. Right?

Where's Selma?

[The Fixer] I'm sorry.

[sobbing]

- [Papou] Who did this?

- Papou, she wouldn't want you involved.

Who?

Come with me, come on. Let's go.

You want justice?

[moody, tense music playing]

Justice? It d*ed with her.

Do you want her k*ller to suffer?

You want him punished?

[shudders]

I want to have nightmares

after you tell me what you did to him.

It'll be worse than that.

Come on, come on, come on.

You shouldn't make promises

like that, kiddo.

Even Selma couldn't get rid of him,

we don't know anything about the guy.

Do you know anything?

[tense, ominous music playing]

K BROTHERS' CAMP

[g*nf*re]

[g*n clicks]

[g*n clatters]

The gold bars,

get 'em all out of the trailer.

[g*nf*re]

What're you doing?

Come on, go!

[g*n clicking]

[Driss grunts]

[groaning]

[dramatic action music playing]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[Driss snickers]

[Driss screams]

[groaning]

- [bones crunching]

- [screams]

- [screaming]

- [dramatic music playing]

[Driss] Know who I am?

You know why I'm showing you my face?

So everybody knows

you're attacking The Olympus.

[snarls]

- [grunts]

- Because nobody's getting out alive.

[intense dramatic music playing]

[muffled screaming]

[glass shattering]

[metal objects clattering]

[Mud Man] Driss?

The Driss?

[sighs]

[The Fixer] Why didn't Selma say anything?

To protect you guys.

If The Olympus knew she'd lied to them,

what would've happened to you both?

- [door opens]

- [The Fixer] She should've told us.

You too, you should've warned us.

What are you doing?

[tense, dramatic music playing]

Get outta there, that Selma's spot.

It was.

I said get outta there.

Or what?

Or I'll rip your head off.

This mess began when you got here.

You're starting to piss me off, okay?

I can't stand your damn face.

- I think I got the picture.

- [footsteps approaching]

You done? Is that it?

The K brothers' camp was att*cked.

Right here.

Do you know where Driss is?

We both know you don't.

So sit down, shut your damn mouth,

and listen to your new Fury.

[tense music playing]

That's what we do!

We sit our asses down

and we trust The Furies.

Selma chose her as her successor.

[The Fixer sighs]

We're listening.

The targets att*cked by Driss.

- Mamaland.

- [g*nf*re and screaming]

- The Trans' casino boat.

- [expl*si*n]

Fehim's warehouse.

[glass shattering]

[Mud Man] What is he doing?

Is he striking aimlessly?

[Lyna] No.

He's waited for too long.

He's being intentional.

[inhales]

Everything he's doing is personal.

They took everything from him,

and he's coming to take it back.

Taking back what belongs to him.

That's what she just said.

No. He's really taking

what belongs to him.

When Selma k*lled Driss, The Godfathers

seized all the rival businesses.

Mamaland, the casino boat,

those were his ideas.

Okay, so you knew him.

Were there other businesses?

Your father was never short of ideas.

He's always loved

crafting detailed mise-en-scènes

and running his businesses in plain view.

But when it came to dr*gs, well,

he went above and beyond.

If you grow weed in a squat,

it won't be long before the cops find it.

On the other hand, next to the Élysée

or close to the ministries,

chances are nobody bats an eye.

[Lyna] He'll definitely strike there.

[lively, dramatic music playing]

THE DUKE'S TOWN HOUSE

- [mechanical hissing sound]

- [music becomes quiet and mysterious]

[The Duke] Let them through.

They'll att*ck this place soon.

So, I guess I'm next on the list.

Mm.

It was bound to happen.

That's right.

We come to tell you

you're gonna get att*cked,

and you drink your tea with your serpent.

That's good, you got a cool head.

[mechanical hissing sound continues]

An infusion of my best THC.

An Exelmans, 2021.

It helps me stay calm

and make the right decisions.

[cup clinks]

We'll move everything

and double the security.

No!

We'll lose our only chance

to stop him if you do that.

You wanna use my precious weed as bait?

[Lyna] Yes. I mean, no.

I know that

if you put it that way, it's a bit

Even if I smoked all of this,

I wouldn't be stoned enough to accept.

But thanks for your visit.

It was

entertaining.

- Okay. I'm leaving.

- Come on, kiddo. Let's go.

[mysterious music continues]

[Selma] So?

Giving up already?

[mysterious whirring]

[Lyna] Did you know someone's been

helping themselves to your plants?

Some plants were cut.

A few plants among hundreds.

Must've gone unnoticed.

Who did it, though?

[mechanical hissing sound continues]

[Lyna] Hmm.

You see the angles of the cuts?

He's right-handed.

He's been working for you for a while.

He feels underappreciated.

He's got a mistress, he needs money.

And he sweats.

A lot.

[The Duke] Grab him!

- [The Fixer] How'd you know it was him?

- [Lyna] I bluffed.

They're going to att*ck here soon, huh?

Selma prepared you well. But

don't disappoint me,

Fury.

[mysterious music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighing] Just two guards at the door,

it's practically an invitation.

[Mud Man] Right.

They should be here by now.

- Yeah.

- [Lyna sighs]

What are they waiting for?

I really hope you're right about this.

- [man] We're coming up.

- Get ready, sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

[music becomes tense]

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking]

[The Duke] Does this sound like

an att*ck knock to you?

[footsteps]

[hard knocking]

What do we do now?

[Lyna] We wait.

[tense music continues]

Come in!

[music intensifies]

[music softens]

[The Fixer] See? You were wrong.

[g*ns clicking]

Well, I can't believe this.

[music builds, softens]

After The K brothers, you were

bound to be their next target.

I intercepted them

before they att*cked you.

I did it neatly and quietly

so as not to draw attention to you.

How did you know they were coming here?

What do you think, huh?

That after a few weeks

following The Fury around,

you'd take over and handle everything?

- [thuds]

- [Lyna grunts painfully]

[coughing and sputtering]

Do you think I could have

done that to Selma?

Lay a hand on her?

Not a chance.

You are not a Fury.

You will never be one.

Selma was a predator.

You are prey.

[tense music continues]

[gasping]

[coughing]

Get rid of these bodies.

Cleaning, that's within

your abilities, isn't it?

[hissing]

[music stops]

[grunts]

- [panting]

- [bird squawks]

How did Parques know about

the att*ck at The Duke's?

[dirt falling]

- Was he spying on us?

- Wouldn't be surprising.

If he wants to replace Selma,

you're the only contender he has to b*at.

She's already disqualified herself.

Come on, look at her. Look at us.

We should be burying Selma

right now, not these pieces of sh*t here.

We're up to our necks in sh*t

and mud because of her.

Simon, enough.

Don't tell me I'm wrong here!

You know where Driss is?

Do you? Well, I don't either.

What I do know is if we follow her,

we'll end up like them.

- Clean up your own mess.

- [shovel clatters]

There you go, free life lesson for you.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- No, come on.

- Simon.

- [clattering]

[The Fixer] God damn it.

He He's sad.

He doesn't know how to express it, it's

The anger keeps him going.

[The Fixer] Come on, let's get outta here!

[sighs]

But he's right.

You're not ready, kiddo.

It's never been so dangerous,

and you, you're

[shovel clatters]

Sorry, kid.

[van engine starts]

[engine revs]

[van retreats]

[grunting]

Come on, girls. Get out.

Get out.

[tablet bleeps]

- That one's yours too.

- [ominous music playing]

Mama's not supposed to get

another delivery tonight.

[van door shuts]

[door screeching]

[music intensifies]

- [Lyna grunts]

- [bird squawks]

- [grunts]

- [bird squawks]

[cracking sound]

[ominous music becomes quiet]

[cracking sound]

[bird squawks]

- [hard hit]

- [Lyna grunts]

[music fades]

[dramatic sting]

- [Mama] Driss.

- You've k*lled a number of my men.

- [Mama] This can't be.

- And I k*lled your Fury.

[tense music playing]

And now, I have your lieutenants.

Without them, you're weak and useless,

because you're incapable

of getting your hands dirty.

- [cocks g*n]

- [music intensifies]

[rapid g*nf*re]

[music becomes ominous]

Godfathers,

get ready.

Because I'll come and get each and every

one of you, and finish what I started

twenty years ago.

[exhales loudly]

That bitch Selma really f*cked us over.

[Mama] She never k*lled him.

If she wasn't dead, I'd k*ll her myself.

Driss Arago back from the dead.

We need to act fast now.

Damocles.

[ominous music intensifies]

Damocles?

A radical solution.

Too high a price to pay, though.

What will they ask us in exchange?

Money?

A share of the business

or one of our heads?

[loud thud]

If we decide to ask them for a favor,

they'll grab us by the balls

and they'll never let go, you hear me?

Having a debt is a sign

that you're still alive to repay it.

If Driss gets away with this,

The Olympus will see its end.

[Karl, scoffing] Well,

maybe we could give Parques a try.

Maybe he could fix this.

I don't know how, but he's well-informed.

He intercepted an att*ck on one

of my hideouts by Driss's men yesterday.

[dramatic action music playing]

And he took them all out.

[man] No! Wait!

[rapid g*nf*re]

I think Parques is the only one

who's good enough for the role.

[music becomes tense]

- [echoing] Is this how you replace me?

- [high-pitched ringing]

[ringing and music fade]

[groans]

[tense music playing]

[Amytis] Selma always gets what she wants.

And right now she wants Lyna.

She has no child, no heir. Driss is right.

She'll never stop trying to take her away

from us. We have to keep going.

[Darius] No, we can't.

We're in over our heads.

Embezzling The Olympus' money

was madness enough on its own.

[Amytis] When Driss came

to see us, he warned us.

- Darius, saving Lyna meant taking risks.

- [ethereal music playing]

All I wanted was to protect my daughter.

Not to att*ck The Godfathers.

Keep protecting her.

[The Jelly] It's too late to go back.

Waging w*r on The Olympus,

taking their money, their Bible,

k*lling their Fury, that's the only way

to protect your daughter.

[Darius] The money

I embezzled for Driss left a trail.

The Fury's already getting close to us.

We need to tell her we worked for Driss

before she figures it out herself.

We can't go up against Selma.

We should tell her everything.

- If you do that

- [music becomes tense]

Selma will go after

Lyna and make her a Fury.

You know what that means, right?

Being a Fury is a curse.

One day or another, she'll get sh*t,

stabbed or tortured to death.

Like the other Furies before her.

I don't want that for my daughter.

We don't have a choice.

It's her or us.

[sighs] Papa

[music becomes ominous]

That's who he really was.

A bastard who was ready

to sacrifice his only daughter.

That's impossible,

it's a fake video. It's your

I couldn't let them push me around.

[Lyna gasps quietly]

This what you're looking for?

[music becomes tense]

[shudders]

[g*n clicks]

[muffled g*n blast]

[music fades]

Impressive. Selma trained you well.

[grunts]

[rapid grunting]

[screams]

[Driss] Let your anger out.

She should've taught you

that anger doesn't win wars.

Don't talk about her, you sick bastard!

Accept it.

Accept that her death was necessary.

And that it set you free.

With me, you won't have to become a Fury.

You could be whatever you want.

You get to choose, Lyna.

Those people who you want

to avenge never let you choose.

Your adoptive parents

snatched you from me. They lied!

[moody, dramatic music playing]

And instead of protecting you,

they threw you under the bus

to save themselves.

And what were you for Selma?

You were just a replacement.

You sure you want to avenge them?

Don't oppose me.

Or what?

Huh?

What if I do oppose you, Dad?

You're gonna k*ll me too?

[whispering] We've got a problem with her.

[whispering] Be right there.

Lyna, listen to me.

I'm the only person you've got left.

[music intensifies]

And you're all I've got.

Imagine what we could do together. Mm.

[grunts]

[spits]

[screaming]

- [gasping]

- [music eases]

[panting]

- We've got a problem with her.

- [Lyna sighs]

[breathing deeply]

[music fades]

[church bell ringing]

[door opens]

She's starting to piss me off.

Hey, what the hell is your deal?

Two of Driss's men

are scratched, who cares?

- Selma's still alive.

- [mysterious music playing]

She scratched those guys. It's a message.

f*cking nonsense!

- This is a chapel.

- Leave me alone.

We're in a chapel. Come on.

You said it yourself, he loves crafting

mise-en-scènes. This isn't Selma.

Faking The Fury's death

is very beneficial to Driss.

The Godfathers are vulnerable,

they have no protection,

so he'll have plenty of time

to interrogate Selma.

He has to make her talk

if he wants to bring them down.

She knows all their weaknesses.

If you're right

If she's alive, then

she's resisting.

She's holding strong.

She's our boss, she's resisting.

Hey, hey. You're not gonna let

this kid mess with your mind.

Driss m*rder*d Selma.

Hear me? She's gone.

[door opens]

[shudders]

- What the hell is this?

- [door slams]

[Lyna] Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

[inhaling]

I know it's a lot to ask, but

would you mind checking if, uh?

What?

Girl, you must've lost your mind.

Are you serious?

And what if she's right?

Okay, you happy now?

[dramatic music playing]

This is all crazy talk.

Isn't he suffering enough already?

Papou

I know you wanna believe it,

but it's not possible.

Simon,

I want to do this.

[inhaling]

[The Fixer] I can't watch this.

- You're letting her do this?

- [coffin lid creaking]

You're letting her mess with your head?

And so what if I want to believe?

[The Fixer scoffs]

[Papou] It's not her.

No way, you're kidding.

This This isn't my Selma.

[gasps]

I've held her hand for more than 20 years.

And this this isn't her.

This isn't my Selma.

[sighs]

Look. Look, look, come on!

[music becomes suspenseful]

[The Fixer] It's not Selma.

Oh, sh*t.

A fake corpse

to keep us from looking for her.

Our boss is indestructible.

And we're gonna find her.

[music intensifies]

[lock clicks]

[metal door creaks]

[music fades]

She managed to unshackle herself?

Do you take her for a fool?

[cuff rattling and clicking]

Breaking my stuff even as adults, huh?

Hm.

Even though I found you a beautiful cell

with bulletproof windows

so you can watch as I destroy The Olympus.

You're not gonna hit me?

[Driss chuckles faintly]

Not yet.

You're not asking any questions.

I have no questions.

I've got a story.

The one you used to tell me growing up.

Remember?

The mine?

[distant metallic whirring]

That armored train in which

The Godfathers hid all their gold.

Their paintings,

their treasures.

The armored train that travels through

the tunnels beneath Paris in secret,

so as not to be raided.

It was just a made-up story to help

a child sleep through his nightmares.

[Driss chuckles]

I no longer have nightmares, Selma.

I'm completely awake.

And the mine's still there,

very real.

And you know where that train is running.

So you're gonna tell me the story

once more, with every detail.

Or you'll hit me, right?

[sighs] You're too hard-headed,

I can't break ya.

[moody, dramatic music playing]

But your husband's not.

Nor your team.

You gonna sacrifice your loved ones

to protect your bosses?

And Lyna?

Lyna is far away.

You think she left

just because you asked her to?

You don't know my daughter.

Their lives for the mine,

that fair, Selma?

[music intensifies]

It's Parques.

He k*lled our guys.

- All of them?

- Yeah.

[Driss] I'll have to pay him a visit.

Can you wait?

You still owe me a story.

Do you know the one about

the two alligators in too small a pond?

[chuckles]

[metal door creaks]

[door opens]

- You talk to them?

- Yeah. We're in trouble.

[both] What?

Parques. They're naming him the new Fury.

What? Did you tell them about Selma?

They didn't care at all.

Too much going on, they don't wanna wait.

[The Fixer]

They're gonna give him full powers.

[mysterious music playing]

- [The Fixer] Damn.

- [Mud Man] God damn it!

How does that fucker do it?

We're in a church, take it easy.

Sorry. How is he always

in the right place at the right time?

- It's impossible.

- And yet!

Yet he knew about both att*cks.

How did he manage

to prevent all of Driss's att*cks

without losing any of his men?

That's absolutely impossible.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

Someone must've helped him,

there's no way.

Driss.

He even sacrificed some of his own men

to make it more believable.

He needed someone

to gain access to secrets

that The Godfathers entrust

only to The Fury.

[The Fixer] sh*t.

[Lyna] He att*cked The Olympus

and faked The Fury's death

and forced them to look for a savior.

And without Selma [inhaling]

Parques was their only option.

The Fury needs to know everything

about The Olympus to protect them.

From the little secrets to the big ones.

[electronic bleeping]

By entrusting them to Parques,

The Godfathers will be giving a loaded g*n

to their worst enemy.

[tense, dramatic music continues]

[receding footsteps]

[music intensifies]

[music becomes eases]

[distant siren blaring]

[music fades]

[snickers]

[mysterious music playing]

You were quiet

and kept the right distance.

You've been well trained.

But your perfume [sniffs]

is very distinctive.

[music becomes quiet and tense]

Not unpleasant, that being said.

So, The Godfathers made you their Fury?

Nature abhors a vacuum.

So they've trusted you with their secrets.

Driss, what does he want?

You knew about that?

Where'd he go?

[Lyna gasps and grunts]

- Do it.

- [Orso pants]

[Lyna gasps and groans]

- [music fades]

- [Lyna slumps on ground]

Good job, kiddo.

You're injured?

How is that possible?

Better my blood than hers.

- [grunting]

- [tense music playing]

[groaning]

[Orso] Go on, sh**t!

I'm gonna hit you.

- sh**t!

- [music intensifies]

Do it!

[groans]

[music becomes quiet and dramatic]

[Lyna] Driss! Where is he?

What does he want?

Is Selma alive?!

For f*ck's sake, Parques,

is Selma alive? Answer me, damn it!

You bastard! Answer me!

- [Orso] We gotta go.

- [Lyna gasps]

I'll take care of his body.

He's the only one who knows about Driss.

Wait.

[Lyna pants]

[Orso] This is what he wanted.

Only The Fury

and The Godfathers have access to it.

What is that?

What, Selma never told you about the mine?

[horn honks]

The mine is an armored train,

always on the move beneath Paris.

It's The Godfathers' safe.

Seventy-seven meters of reinforced steel,

an overtrained security team,

five cars and more money

than the Bank of France.

- [cell phone vibrating]

- [music stops]

Parques.

So, how does it feel like to be The Fury?

[Lyna] Hey, Dad.

- I've got the key to the mine.

- [tense music playing]

If you want it,

I'll exchange it for Selma.

- [call disconnects]

- [chuckles faintly]

[dramatic music playing]

[The Fixer] It's a mistake. We're no match

for Driss, that son of a bitch is good.

[Lyna] Hey, that's my grandma

you're talking about.

[Mud Man] It's a misogynistic insult.

Play it cool.

Once he gets what he wants,

he'll sh**t you in the back, you'll see.

That's why you're here.

Okay, we'll be up there.

We'll have eyes on you.

Anyone comes near you,

I'll put a b*llet between their eyes.

Selma was right, you know?

You've got guts.

And I was wrong.

[sniffs]

I'm sorry, Lyna.

I forgive you.

[wind blowing]

And if this goes wrong, I also forgive you

for ratting me out to Parques.

[Mud Man] Sorry, what?

What did she just say?

Sometimes, we do foolish things

to protect the ones we love.

[moody music playing]

Driss is almost here.

We'll talk about this again.

[dog barking]

[distant motorbike engine revving]

[The Fixer] Don't touch your earpiece.

You want him to know we're here?

- I'm sure he already knows.

- [ominous music playing]

The key to the mine.

Betraying The Olympus,

even to save her life

Selma won't forgive you.

You know that?

Where is she?

[Mud Man] I've got him in my sights.

I've got you in my sights too.

You lost the moment you called me.

Guys, whatever happens, don't move.

[approaching siren blaring]

The key to the mine for Selma,

and then what?

You att*ck the train,

she tries to stop you,

and everybody dies.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

I can't stand these deaths anymore.

I want it to stop.

I've got this one.

I did what I had to do.

And what do you expect?

For me to let you go?

The cop and the convict.

Sounds like a bad p*rn.

She's the only one who agreed

to mount this operation.

Yeah. And when he told me,

it felt like Christmas.

Two Furies for the price of one.

- Thanks, Lyna.

- [chatter over police radio]

- [music stops]

- [door slam echoes]

Weren't you with Parques?

No, he said to meet him here.

[woman] We've got a mission.

A police van to neutralize.

We gotta get the new boss out of it.

No witnesses, no survivors. You coming?

[ominous music playing]

Are you coming?

[music intensifies]

[cell phone vibrates]

Damocles.

[speaking Basque] We need you.

To eradicate a Fury.

[melodic, dramatic music playing]

[music fades]