01x02 - Blow By Blow

[bunniefuu]

[voices clamoring]

[Tony] They shot in the air,

they're just trying to pressure us.

Don't fall for it. I'll handle it.

[Moussa] Tony, we have to find that

son of a b*tch. It's bad for business.

The cops will be all fired up.

We can't let it happen again.

- Say something. I'm talking to you.

- [Tony] Don't worry. Just leave it.

[Moussa] They k*lled Nasser yesterday.

Today they shot up the neighborhood.

- We have to

- [Tony] Chill.

I've been out of jail for two weeks.

I ain't trying to go back there.

Check it first.

We're not gonna start sh**ting

[man] Oh, here you are!

They're sh**ting up the hood

and you're what?

sh**ting your sh*t music videos

with these pricks?

[Tony] Shut the f*ck up!

Shut up, you f*cking b*tch!

- Shut your mouth!

- Hey, hey, hey!

[man groans]

- Grab him. Take him away.

- Get this as*h*le out of here!

Did you think prison made me soft? Huh?

[man coughs, groans]

Next guy talks to me like that

gets a b*llet in the head, okay?

- Move your a*s.

- m*therf*cker!

[Moussa] Tony, what are you doing?

He's one of our guys.

Did you hear how he talked to me?

You would have done worse.

Now's not the time.

[Tony] I don't give a f*ck!

Maybe we should just do this another time.

What other time?

You're staying right here with me.

Okay.

[Tony] Let's get outta here.

And tell your camera guy

to move his a*s. sh*t. Come on!

Let's go, Thomas.

[Thomas] Wait, Franck.

Thomas, it's fine. Come on.

Move your a*s!

[theme music playing]

[French hip-hop playing on stereo]

[man 2] Why are we going

to the studio now?

- We need to find who shot up the place.

- [Tony] That's enough.

Moussa will handle it. Just drive.

[dance music beat playing]

[mumbling]

[singing in French]

We need a gimmick

that sticks in your head.

Something like, "wa, wa."

Something like that.

- Hmm.

- [woman] Wait.

[singing continues]

Okay, two songs.

- Yeah, that's good, right?

- That's awesome.

All right, let's go in.

Hey, Tony.

- Yo, Naps.

- How's it going?

- What's up?

- I'm good. You good?

- You good?

- Yeah.

- What's up?

- Give us some nasty.

No worries.

[Tony rapping]

Notorious dancing the Mia ♪

Wa wa wa wa

I want Aaliyah's career ♪

Wa wa wa wa ♪

But not Tupac's life ♪

Wa wa wa wa ♪

[beat drops]

Wa wa wa wa ♪

[Naps] He's k*lling it!

Wa wa wa wa ♪

On my mother's life

I'll do it ♪

- Cut for a sec.

- [music stops]

- [Tony] What are you doing?

- Moussa's called like four times.

- Are you for real?

- Yeah.

I don't give a sh*t. We were

right in it and you k*lled it, man.

- Seriously?

- Get out. Put the track back on.

- Go ahead, put it back on.

- [music resumes]

Get in line ♪

I think of tomorrow, but it's far away

I don't have Neymar's paychecks ♪

He's crazy. Moussa's gonna get it.

These outbursts lately.

Don't tell me what I have to do

Tripping, living the dream ♪

Tripping, living the dream

Aiming for the top ♪

Only the blow gives the best

I can't get no sleep ♪

Guarding my brothers like Neuer

Money buys everything ♪

Only the blow gives the best

I can't get no sleep ♪

Guarding my brothers like Neuer

Money buys everything ♪

Wa wa wa wa ♪

Notorious dancing the Mia ♪

[cell phone ringing]

- Hey, where are you going?

- Huh? This call is urgent.

- You running away?

- No, I just need to get this.

Don't f*ck around.

We have a guy on the door.

I'll be quick.

- Just come right back.

- [phone continues ringing]

Hello?

[man on phone] How is it, Franck?

You enjoying yourself out there?

Don't mess with me, Bruno.

Where the hell did you send me?

Some w*r zone

where people sh**t at each other?

- What are you talking about?

- It's insane.

- What are you doing, Thomas. Go back in.

- No, no.

- Franck, you there?

- It's the label, hold on.

- f*ck.

- Franck, can you hear me?

It's not the first time

in the hood, is it?

No, Bruno,

you don't get what's happening.

They took our car keys, took our IDs,

they took everything. We're stuck here.

Plus this Tony guy,

you didn't warn us about this.

He's not a small-time dealer

with a little bit of weed,

he's a real freaking gangster.

Hey, calm down. Calm down, Franck.

It's okay. He's just a rapper.

He's not a rapper.

My God, they were sh**ting at each other.

They shot at me and Tom.

We were shot at!

Do you get that, Bruno, or what?

But it's okay, you weren't hit.

It doesn't matter if we were hit.

Are you f*cking with us?

Hey, you know how it is in the hood.

We need hard-hitting shots

for this to work.

- Have you been recording? I'm sure you

- I'm not gonna die for a music video!

What are you saying, Bruno?

Franck, listen.

We need a video to launch Tony's album.

You need to go all the way.

Don't forget about

our future film department.

Yeah, but you've been

saying that for two years now.

We know you want more

and that you're capable of it.

Finish the job

and I swear we'll work on your film.

[Franck] You're backing me into a corner.

- Oh, here's Tony.

- Who you talking to?

- It's the label. I was just saying

- The label?

- Give me that.

- No, it's fine.

- Hello?

- Hey, Tony. How's it going?

- It's great. It's going well.

- You're happy with what you're doing?

Yeah, your boys got some great shots.

And there was some action this morning…

a bit of sh**ting.

- The boys shat themselves a bit.

- [Bruno laughs]

I know we asked you

for a gangster video, but be careful.

Don't worry about it.

They're safe with us. It's all good.

How's it going with the rest of your crew?

Are they okay with you signing with us?

- Sure.

- That's great.

We believe in you.

- Now k*ll it for us.

- Okay, got it.

- What the f*ck are you doing?

- Nothing. Why?

- Don't ever call them again!

- But

- Shut the f*ck up!

- They called

Tell me the next time they call.

Okay, okay.

- Get going. Move it. Both of you.

- Go, Thomas.

- [Kylian] Hey, Tony!

- Yo.

Who was firing shots in the hood?

Hey, Kylian!

That's not your problem.

Mind your own business.

Don't ask me stuff like that again

Jess wants to see you.

[Tony] I'll come up later.

- Oh, come on. She won't stop yelling.

- What's her problem now?

I don't know. Just, please, come up.

- [Tony] Okay, I'm coming.

- Okay.

[metal door opens, closes]

Wait here a minute.

I'm gonna see my sister.

What's up, Jess?

What's up? Are you serious?

After what happened earlier?

Who are they? What are they doing?

They're here to make a music video for me.

- Bullshit, Tony.

- They're not filming now.

Okay. Got something to say?

What do you want me to say?

There was a sh**ting

with Kylian in the middle of it?

You realize he could have been shot?

Your brother could have died.

I know.

What do you want me to say? That's it.

- He's playing as if nothing happened.

- He's fine though.

But that's it, it didn't even faze him.

He's not even scared.

Listen. Yesterday, Nasser was k*lled.

Today, shots were fired.

So what next? Will this ever end?

I just want one thing.

You don't put Kylian

in the middle of all this.

If you and your little friends see him

hanging around, you bring him home.

You hear me?

- [softly] Yeah.

- Okay.

Come on, let's go.

- Yo, Tony. You good?

- Yeah. You?

This is what we got.

- You're short.

- How short?

You're short €80.

Hey, I'm not a dealer, Tony.

I don't give a sh*t.

So…

It's not my problem.

All right. I'll figure it out.

- I'll take it out of your pay.

- What?

You're really gonna take it outta my pay?

Yeah. I'll dock your pay.

Eighty euros and you dock my pay?

Talk to your men about it.

It's your territory. I don't give a sh*t.

Fine, I got it. I'll figure it out.

- You do that.

- We're €80 short.

Hang on. We're short?

- Yeah. Were you €80 short?

- [Tony] Bunch of pricks.

What he f*ck did you do? Get over there.

Did you take it?

Did any of you assholes take it?

[Tony] Hey, Auntie!

How are you?

Hello, Tony! How are you?

I'm good.

- It's been a while.

- How you doing?

I'm good. I'm good.

Goodness, we really

haven't seen you in a long time.

Yeah, well, here I am. I'm back, I'm here.

Well, well. Why do they have cameras?

Oh, these guys are with me.

They're making a video for me.

- For my music.

- Ah, of course.

- Hi.

- Hello.

So, is this your friend?

- Huh? Yes, they're my friends.

- Come up and have coffee?

- No, I can't right now, Auntie.

- Oh, come on, Tony.

Come on. Bring your friends with you too.

[Tony] But we can't stay long.

Come on, we're going up.

- Bring your friend.

- Let's go.

[woman] Let's go up.

- [Tony] Are you going back home this year?

- [woman] Yes.

We'll go back to see Algeria.

[Franck whispering] Oh, f*ck.

- This is Moussa's place.

- [woman] I miss my mother.

Need help?

No. I've got it. We'll put them down here.

So…

Do you like the photos?

This is my son.

This is Moussa and Tony.

They were really tiny there.

Look at the smile on him.

They're always together, even now.

All the time. Like brothers.

I'll put it back.

Always together. That's when he was born.

Look how smiley he is there.

And look at this.

He started playing when he was little.

He was the best. And then…

They wanted him to play in England.

Yes. But they discovered

he had a heart murmur.

It was terrible.

Terrible for both me and my son

because he loved it.

He's not like he used to be.

That smile is gone.

He's not okay. He's sad.

[Tony] Don't worry, Auntie.

It's just fate. It's destiny.

It's a good thing you're here for him.

Otherwise, my son would be gone.

A heart murmur is really serious.

No, Auntie, don't worry.

It's all in the past.

But it's so painful.

[Tony] No, it's okay, it's over.

That was before.

Thank you.

[woman] Go on, you, eat something.

You haven't eaten a thing.

- [Frank] I already had a few.

- Please.

- Come on. Eat something, please.

- [Tony] Have a biscuit, man.

- Just try one.

- [door opens]

- Salaam, Mom.

- Salaam, son. How are you?

You all right?

- I'm fine. Are you okay?

- [woman chuckles] I'm good, thank God.

Come in. Your friends are here.

Look. Here they are.

Would you like some tea?

It'll be good for you.

What the hell? I called you four times.

- I couldn't pick up.

- I'm not your b*tch.

- We're at your mom's. How do I answer?

- Why are they here with cameras?

I had no choice.

She kept telling us to come up.

Come on, man.

I know who fired the shots.

- Who?

- It's Steve.

I set up a meeting with him tonight.

Am I clear, Tony?

Mom…

- Here you go, son.

- Thanks, Mom.

[speaks Arabic]

- Are you happy to see them?

- Oh, yeah, of course.

My mom doesn't get many visitors,

you know.

[woman] Hey, Tony,

you should be on The Voice.

- No, Auntie! The Voice?

- [woman] Yes!

You'd be great. Go on, try!

You might win! We'll all go with you.

We'll support you. You'll see.

- It could make you famous.

- [Tony chuckles]

- [woman] Go for it!

- No, I'm a rap artist.

- It's not really…

- Oh, you rap? Well, rap then!

- I don't think I would fit on The Voice.

- [woman] Really?

[both laugh]

- The Voice, Tony, eh?

- Tony, The Voice.

We would have fun.

- [Moussa] Show us some fun.

- [Franck] Can I help?

No, thanks, I'm fine. Did you eat?

[Franck] I did, thanks.

Listen to me. I don't wanna see

these m*therf*ckers again.

I'm sick of them.

Don't do this again. Got it?

Got me? I don't wanna see

these m*therf*ckers anymore.

- Not in my house. Got it?

- Okay. Relax.

Chill out. He's not even recording.

I'll make sure everything's ready to go.

Get rid of them.

- Get lost.

- We're going now.

Go on, I'm coming.

We'll be back soon, Mom.

Why? Don't you want to eat?

Just have to make a quick run.

Be back for dinner. Don't worry.

You're coming with me, both of you.

Where we going?

- To see Steve.

- Steve?

- Yeah.

- Who is Steve?

The one who fired the shots!

- Will he be okay with the cameras?

- What's good?

You good? You good?

Stop hanging around here, go do some work.

Hey, Tony, I was saying,

will he be okay with the cameras?

He won't see a thing!

Did you bring some of those tiny cameras?

[Franck] You want me to fix you up

with a spy camera?

Exactly. I'll film up close

and you from the car.

Sure, we got the spy camera.

[Tony] Yeah, the record label

will dig this.

- Let's do it.

- You tell anyone I got a camera,

I swear on my mother's life,

I'll f*ck you up.

You and your friend. I'm not joking.

- Who would we tell? I'm just saying.

- Huh?

- It's no problem.

- [Tony] Come on, let's go.

[Moussa] Okay, let's go. Come on.

[French hip-hop playing]