A Gang Story

We all dream of the same things...

A nice quiet life...

A happy family, a house...

Friends you can count on...

I was lucky:
I got all that.

And more...

JimmyBG28

Gerard Lanvin

Tcheky Karyo

Daniel Duval

Lionnel Astier

A GANG STORY:

Director:

Olivier Marchal

Aged 20, I didn't know it,

but it's already too late.

Your fate is set.

I 'd neglected my dad's advice .

Remember...

Being decent,

not talking a lot,

or straying from your path .

Except it doesn't work that way...

Your past's your flesh and blood.

And in the end it drags you down.

Jesus,

son of the living God,

we beg You to hear us out.

Most Holy Father,

without Your help

we're all sinners.

We pray You to make us,

worthy...

of the heavenly

kingdom.

You made for us

since the Creation.

By this first sacrament,

that you receive today,

you enter the world

of the baptized.

The Lord rejoices,

and promises

to watch over you,

for your whole life.

May this child remain,

in our eyes and forever,

a gift from heaven,

and like the earthly love,

that beg at him,

continue

to grow and grow.

Yes.

Lilou's not here. How come?

She's fetching her kid at school.

She'll join us at your party.

You OK?

Remember, we're due at Momon's.

Why are you here?

I heard of your problems.

I don't need you, Dad.

Don't believe that crap.

Who's this man, Mom?

Your grandpa.

I got a safe place for you.

Police! Freeze!

Let go of him!

Gimme your wrists!

Let him go!

Get up!

You fuckers had to bust me here?

We're dumb cops, Serge.

We just obey.

Let's go!

Why act cute, Serge?

You'll die of old age

in jail, forgotten .

Unless Zerbib

gets you killed inside.

Your only hope is to snitch on him.

Rat on him, and he'll get life.

Forget it, Lt. I won't blab.

What do you think?

Momon'll bust his ass

to get you out?

Gypsies don't belong here!

And you stink. Beat it!

Your mom don't make you wash?

Rat faces don't have a mom!

I mean you, rat face!

Let him go, creeps!

I'm Serge Suttel. And you?

Momon.

Momon won't lift a finger.

Code of honor, solidarity.

All that's over.

He's an old fart who drinks

and plays cards in his bar.

April 1964

He looked like my dad...

A crate of cherries! Pull up, Serge!

Hurry!

Grab the onions, too.

Want an onion?

You dumb-ass!

Who decided to steal the goods?

Wasn't theft, we were drunk.

Which of you two?

It was me.

They're juicy!

Size of your balls, eat some!

But I got two!

To you that's fine?

What?

Taking what isn't yours.

Come on, eat 'em!

- Drive!

Whoever takes something not his,

is guilty of theft.

That's French law.

And French law applies to everyone.

Even those of your race.

We're not a race, we're a people.

You'll both go to jail for 6 months.

You'll have time to think it over.

For those cherries?

For those cherries, yes.

As you wish, Serge.

But think fast:

tomorrow's too late.

Once you're inside,

I can't help you.

Raise your arms!

Open your mouth!

Wider!

Pants down!

Shorts too!

Turn around.

Turn!

Serge worked for thugs

paid by Roland Zerbib.

As go-between

with his Spanish suppliers.

He crossed them,

and got on their hit list.

That's why he beat it back to Lyons.

Now they'll waste him like a dog.

With Zerbib's contacts in jails,

he's a goner.

So what do we do?

Hit the jailhouse with bazookas?

Serge made 2 mistakes:

crossing Zerbib and dealing dope.

He looked for trouble, and got it.

You're saying that?

Yes, I am.

Momon, he's our pal.

OK he goofed, but we gotta act.

We'll act.

We get him a top lawyer

and bribe the guards

to protect him round the clock.

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