Mocro Maffia

I don't know what to do, how long I can keep this shit up.

You were right, I never should have started working for your brother.

You're still too chicken shit to come by yourself?

We'll come in for a min. -You're not coming into my house.

Just go away.

Fuckin dog!!

What do you think he'll do when he finds out...

...you were hiding Mo here? -I don't know where he is.

You know the whole fuckin family don't you!!??!!

Where's Mo? You're his brother, right? -We don't speak to him anymore, man.

Ma? ...Ma, stop screaming. I can't hear you, what's up?

He took them hostage.

If Yunuz had done what he had been asked to do.

then you wouldn't be having these problems now.

I don't think they'll start talking to me because I'm Moroccan.

We don't want you to talk to the family either.

You just have to post nearby. Somebody has to know something.

Can you please step out for a moment? I'm conducting an investigation.

I'm a detective. -Hands on the wheel, now.

It's like we're always two steps behind.

They seem to know what we're going to do, before we do it.

Are you insinuating that there is a leak in my team?

Those fingerprints? -Not his.

They're guys from your old fuckin hood, Jaouad.

Why do you want to ruin their lives? Because your life is ruined.

My life is ruined?

Everyone wants to get rid of Pope…he has to die.

My husband is a sissy. If he even sees blood, he faints.

No, don't.

I'm an errand boy. I hang out in the locker rooms....

Where they mix everything. -Do you know why Eiffel is dead?

If it's about Pope? I can take you to Pope.

He couldn't listen, Zakaria. Can you listen?

Keep doing what you're doing. Once you get closer to Pope...

get in touch.

Don't invite strange/weird people.

I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him.

Translated by an Anonymous Subtitler

I want to ask for peace. The kid is changing his life for the better.

I understand that you seek retribution…but it's not up to us.

That's up to God. Please forgive him.

Today we have dealt organized crime...

it's first blow.

It's the first, of a series of blows that is goingto turn the entire Criminal World upside-down.

Criminals are under the assumption...

that the encryption of these devices cannot be cracked...

and that they can speak freely. That's a misconception.

If I were to ask, if any of that "white stuff" could come this way??

No problem.

I want to know the exact location of your South American contact.

Tia Alvarez. -What did you say to him?

I didn't say anything.

Give them the Contact Info for Tia -He can go fuck his mother.

We're gonna find your cousin. We're gonna find him... **Phone** To: Tonanno Message: My Uncle has Pope. Bring Army!!

...and we're going to get him back.

You want to get your grams, right? I get that.

Ten...

I'm sorry, Dad. -Bring Pope.

Who the fuck are they? -No idea.

He's got nothing to do with it, he is my brother!!

Fuck, fuck!!

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**BACKROUND SWELLING MUSIC **

**POLICE RADIO PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE**

**HORNS**

(SUBTITLER NOTE: That Crash was FAKE as hell. A head-on collision would've killed all of them)

**YELLING**

**GUN SHOTS**

**MUFFLED SCREAMS**

I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

**ENGINE NOISE**

It's okay if you don't want to do this. We're here for you.

Can I have the washcloth, please?

**MOURNFUL MUSIC**

Is your name Scennoe or not? -They used to call me that in the Hood.

That's rhetorical.

These assholes didn't even graduate Public School....

and you come here with expensive words for them.

I know the meaning. -Shut your fuckin mouth.

Who's talking to you?

Whore.

Your mattie ripped me off.

And saddled me with a fuckin debt!!

And you're still sitting here talking?

WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!?!

I want Zakaria at my feet, okay?

Hello? Bring Zakaria, did you hear me?

Fuck off!

Come back. Look at me.

Rhetorical means… That Scennoe knows, that I know....

that Scennoe is Scennoe, okay?

Understood??

All you need to know: Is that you should only open your mouth....

when you're asked something.

Go, Fuck off, you.

Brother, there's another full one. -Put it with the rest, for now.

That's going to be a real problem.

**MUSIC: SHIVA & PAKY - FENDI BELT**

Bro, those bags can just stay there? What's the problem?

Do you think my club is Bank Chaabi, Taxi?

Click Yes. -Go away you.

What, do I have to fill every dressing room with money?

It's Not like that, bro. -Not so?

Look, Taxi...

You going to fit those ten bags in this beautiful new European...

...apartment of yours?

Or am I going have to tell Pope, that you said he's a faggot?

Choose.

Selim will go with you to bring those ten bags here.

Are you out of your mind? -How are you, Rambo?

Don't worry, everyone knows.

He knows it, I know it, you know.

Everybody knows who has the balls in your relationship. -What the Fuck did you Say?

Go away, Taxi. Go away

Who are you...sitting here puffing your chest out?

Please, just calm the Fuck down, wont you?

I was Just kidding. Get that vein out of your neck, man. (Translation: Stop being Mad)

I'm gonna pick up the kids from school.

Whether we Negotiate, or Not.

Those ten bags are coming.

Put something down here, Put something over there.

But your chance to negotiate already passed.

GO, Dickhead! Go.

**DOOR IS SLAMMED**

Sucker.

**SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE**

Take it easy, man.

Mama... -Be quiet, sweetheart.

Adil: I'll go in myself, Calm down.

Shit.

Did you know the boy lying there? -No.

It's important that you see the reality of these streets.

I don't ever want them bringing you in here. -You don't even know me.

Thank You.

If you ever need anything, we're here for you.

Do you have any contacts in the neighborhood?

I want to trace the last steps of my son.

So I can find out how this had happened.

My son's not a dealer, you know? -Your son?

Zakaria.

Condolences

Never lie to your parents, Zakaria.

I'll put you in touch with Chaib.

He works a lot with young people from the neighborhood. He can help you.

May God Help Us.

God willing I'll find the person who did this to my son.

God willing.

Are you sure he's in there? -Of course, see how it looks.

Maybe we should check if it's all good first. -We know where he's chilling at now.

Did I bring this for nothing? -How about this one?

What are you doing? -This one's fake, buddy.

Bro. Let's go. -Wait, wait, wait.

We’re not going in like hyenas. -Why Not?

How do you know exactly who we're supposed to get?

I'll tell you, the first motherfucker who runs...that's him!

He's right, brother. Come on, let's go.

I don't know, dude..... Guys!!! -Watch Out, bro.

Why don't you stay here, and keep scanning the field. -Come on guys, let's go.

**OMINOUS MUSIC**

**STAIRS CREAKING**

CrackHeads

What are you looking at?

There, There. That's the one. Get that fuckin whore.

**SCREAMING**

Guys, he's back here! Behind you brother!

**STUMBLE**

**SCREAMING**

**WAIL**

Germany, they're in Germany.

Germany is really fuckin big.

Dusseldorf, Dusseldorf.

You should've said that right from the start, Arie.

Put him in that fuckin box.

Bro, go work at a butcher's or something. - A butcher, yeah.

Did you see how I threw that hand?

Just like a Shot Putter.

They're going to send me to the Olympics, my friends.

Watch what you're doing, bitch. -Just pick it up. Five-second rule.

Since I got this haircut, people look at me differently.

They are afraid.

And then, I look at them like this.

I'm psycho, pal...Psycho! You understand?

Hey, what's all this noise? Calm Down, guys.

Noise pollution... -for sure.

Do you teach them how to blow up bomb vests in there?

He teaches them the schematics of the ING Bank for a robbery to get rich.

Either that, or he teaches them what a Hairline from Istanbul looks like

Nice. Turn that volume Up. I don't want to hear any more of y’all.

Nothing at his mom's house, man.

Fucking. Komtgoed

The only folks who are welcome there are them, and the black one.

One hundred percent, she knows where Komtgoed is.

Bro, we'll think of something in a minute. I'm going to take a piss.

**MUSIC SWELLS**

**DISTANT BIRDSONG**

**SWELLING MUSIC**

**CROWD**

Turn, Turn around.

**SOUND OF A ZIPPER**

Patron.... ....I'll blow this Old Mule Nut straight into Royal Air of Morocco.