Dealer (2021) s01e04 Episode Script
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[children yelling playfully]
[hip-hop playing]
Tony, can we get a shot of…?
- Of the bag?
- [Tony] Yeah, sure.
Come here, Thomas.
Close on this.
[Tony] Do you smoke?
- [Franck] Sometimes.
- [Tony] Keep it if you want.
[boy] Tony.
- How you doing?
- Good, you?
- It's been a while.
- Sure has.
- You've grown.
- Yeah.
[Tony] What's up?
I really need your help.
Could you lend me €300?
- What for?
- Gotta help my mom. She had a stroke.
- Whoa. A stroke?
- Yeah.
- What did the doctors say? She okay?
- Yeah, she gets out in two weeks.
For sure you can have it. I'll tell Zim.
Go see him, he'll get the money.
Say Tony said to give it to you.
Okay. If you want,
I'll work for you to pay you back.
What are you talking about?
No way. Come on,
you're still in school, right?
[boy] Yeah.
Stay in school, get a good job,
repay me when you're working.
- Okay?
- Okay. I will.
Hey, Zim! Speak to the kid, please.
[boy] Thank you, Tony.
Hey, Yass.
Can you give us some shots with the bike?
- Around the neighborhood?
- Yeah, okay.
- Don't fuck this up.
- You got it, man.
- [Franck] Thank you.
- Sure.
Have the runner hang a GoPro on his bag
so we can get shots of the store.
I want a camera too.
No, I don't want you out on the streets.
I don't want you to have a camera.
So, no. Okay?
Don't start pouting. Go on home.
Come on, Tony. We could get
like five years for this shit.
[Tony] No one's ever gonna see your face.
- You'll blur me out?
- [Tony] Of course!
[theme music playing]
- [Franck] Okay?
- Yeah.
We have enough batteries?
- We have enough.
- You sure?
Yeah, they're with me.
It's for my music video.
Your music video?
- Look at this.
- [Franck] Hello.
Me and him, we go way back.
He's known me since I was a kid.
He was my youth worker.
- How are you?
- Yeah. Good.
What you're doing, it's not right
to glamorize the drug trade.
Not a good thing.
- It's a bad message.
- [Franck] That's not all we're doing.
[Tony] It's… it's more than that.
Look, all your guys have cameras
and that's not a good idea.
It's not.
This is a bad message to put out.
We were just… sorry, sir.
We're taking an artistic approach.
Really, it's…
Maybe you don't understand.
The hood
is an accident waiting to happen.
We're at a tipping point. Understand?
Just one spark, and it all explodes.
And your cameras,
they could be the spark that does it.
- Understand?
- We're trying to do something good.
- You get that, right?
- I'm glad.
- I'm getting into music.
- But you don't have to show your business.
That's all I wanted to say.
Don't promote all that.
- What do you want me to show?
- Show other things.
Just don't show that
because kids will follow your example.
Understand?
They'll say they want to be like Tony,
"I wanna rap, do business,
go out and deal."
I'm not gonna lie to them.
This is my life.
Tell them you can't sleep at night.
That's what you should say.
Say that you don't know
whether you'll live or die.
Say you just got out of prison,
you don't know if you'll make it home,
get shot. Say that!
That's what you should be showing.
Film the guys who get up early
and go to work every single day
just to feed their kids.
Film the fathers
who go to work with their sack lunches.
Okay? Film all the kids that get out.
No one helps people like us.
We're on our own.
And what you're doing
is dragging us even deeper.
And don't forget
your little brother, Tony, look at him.
He learns from you.
He hasn't made it to tutoring
for six months now.
- Okay? I'm sorry, Tony
- [men yelling] Five-oh!
- [men] Cops!
- Fuck, it's the cops!
[men] Five-oh!
- [tires screech]
- [siren chirps]
[officer] Don't move!
Stop! Fuck!
- Come here!
- He took my bag with the GoPro!
Go, go, go, go, go!
[officer] Go! Follow them!
Get him!
Fucking get him!
[siren blaring]
Little shit.
[man on radio]
We're securing the perimeter.
Watch out! Just pay attention!
[joint crackles]
- [sirens approach]
- [tires screech]
[man] How you like this?
Fuck! Son of a bitch!
[man 2] What's up, bro?
[siren continues]
He made a left. Get him! Get him! Go!
Watch out! What's he doing?
- [scooter revs]
- [man 2] Here, eat this you son of bitch!
[laughs]
Go, go, go, man. Drive! Drive!
[motorcycle accelerates]
[Tony] We have to get out of here!
[siren wailing]
Come on, hurry up!
[motorcycle revs]
[tires screech]
[Franck] Thomas, we have to run now!
Go, go, go!
[Tony] Come on, let's go,
we gotta move!
Put your asses in gear.
- [officer] Get back here!
- [Franck] Go!
- Tony, fuck! Where are we going?
- [Tony] This way!
- [men clamoring]
- [officer] Get back here!
[Tony] Come on, guy! Fuck them up!
- [concrete shattering]
- Shit!
[Tony] Come on!
[officer] Get back here!
[man 3] Man, fuck the cops!
[loud crash]
Oh, shit.
Let's get outta here.
[man 4] Get them!
[officer 2] There he is! Get him!
[Tony] Cops! Cops! Go back up!
- Go on, go back up!
- Hey, stop right there!
What'd I just say? Stop fucking around!
- Take that!
- Watch out!
- [groans]
- [door slams]
[panting]
[Tony] Keep the cops back!
[Tony] Wait, hold on a second.
Okay, now.
Okay, come on.
[officer 3] Hey, you!
Come here! Come here!
Shh!
- Don't move!
- Stop it, get off me!
[whistling]
[muffled hip-hop playing]
Keep up, Thomas.
- [banging on door]
- It's Tony, open up.
[Franck] Fuck.
[panting]
[French ballad playing on speakers]
[Tony] Fuck, that was close.
[Franck] Fuck.
Hey, where you going?
What are you doing?
Thomas.
- Where are we now, Tony?
- Come, I'll show you.
Don't look at me like that.
Go on, there's nothing to see.
Go on, keep going.
Tony, you know you can't hide here.
What? You think I had a choice?
You some big shot now?
Shut up and go guard the door.
Get out of my face!
It's okay.
[laughing] You sure can run!
[Franck] Look who's talking.
Well, I'm out on parole.
If they get me,
I'm back inside for God knows how long.
Yeah?
[Tony] Come on, you can film this.
Here.
[door creaks]
- [Thomas] I'm done with this.
- What? You got all the equipment, right?
- Had to ditch the batteries while running.
- Oh, no.
[officers yelling]
[man 5] Hey, you assholes!
There's another one!
Hey, watch what they do
to the cops down there.
[indistinct yelling]
[siren wailing]
Tony, isn't that your brother?
[Tony] Where?
Aw, fuck! Let's go! Come with me.
- He's the one throwing rocks!
- Stay here, kid. Hey, you!
- You don't throw rocks!
- Get your hands off my little brother!
- My brother's got nothing to do with this!
- Beat it!
He damaged a police vehicle.
So what? He's got nothing to do with this.
You recognize me?
You know who I am?
Run! Go! Go, Kylian, go!
Get off of me!
Don't move!
I'll show you who's fucking boss here.
All right. Now we'll see who you are.
- Get off me, piece of shit.
- Be quiet!
Get off me, man. Shit.
- Fuck you.
- Huh?
Who do you gonna call?
You wanna see my boss? That it?
What's this? You got a permit for this?
You're going back inside for this. Move!
[melancholy hip-hop playing]
[children yelling playfully]
[hip-hop playing]
Tony, can we get a shot of…?
- Of the bag?
- [Tony] Yeah, sure.
Come here, Thomas.
Close on this.
[Tony] Do you smoke?
- [Franck] Sometimes.
- [Tony] Keep it if you want.
[boy] Tony.
- How you doing?
- Good, you?
- It's been a while.
- Sure has.
- You've grown.
- Yeah.
[Tony] What's up?
I really need your help.
Could you lend me €300?
- What for?
- Gotta help my mom. She had a stroke.
- Whoa. A stroke?
- Yeah.
- What did the doctors say? She okay?
- Yeah, she gets out in two weeks.
For sure you can have it. I'll tell Zim.
Go see him, he'll get the money.
Say Tony said to give it to you.
Okay. If you want,
I'll work for you to pay you back.
What are you talking about?
No way. Come on,
you're still in school, right?
[boy] Yeah.
Stay in school, get a good job,
repay me when you're working.
- Okay?
- Okay. I will.
Hey, Zim! Speak to the kid, please.
[boy] Thank you, Tony.
Hey, Yass.
Can you give us some shots with the bike?
- Around the neighborhood?
- Yeah, okay.
- Don't fuck this up.
- You got it, man.
- [Franck] Thank you.
- Sure.
Have the runner hang a GoPro on his bag
so we can get shots of the store.
I want a camera too.
No, I don't want you out on the streets.
I don't want you to have a camera.
So, no. Okay?
Don't start pouting. Go on home.
Come on, Tony. We could get
like five years for this shit.
[Tony] No one's ever gonna see your face.
- You'll blur me out?
- [Tony] Of course!
[theme music playing]
- [Franck] Okay?
- Yeah.
We have enough batteries?
- We have enough.
- You sure?
Yeah, they're with me.
It's for my music video.
Your music video?
- Look at this.
- [Franck] Hello.
Me and him, we go way back.
He's known me since I was a kid.
He was my youth worker.
- How are you?
- Yeah. Good.
What you're doing, it's not right
to glamorize the drug trade.
Not a good thing.
- It's a bad message.
- [Franck] That's not all we're doing.
[Tony] It's… it's more than that.
Look, all your guys have cameras
and that's not a good idea.
It's not.
This is a bad message to put out.
We were just… sorry, sir.
We're taking an artistic approach.
Really, it's…
Maybe you don't understand.
The hood
is an accident waiting to happen.
We're at a tipping point. Understand?
Just one spark, and it all explodes.
And your cameras,
they could be the spark that does it.
- Understand?
- We're trying to do something good.
- You get that, right?
- I'm glad.
- I'm getting into music.
- But you don't have to show your business.
That's all I wanted to say.
Don't promote all that.
- What do you want me to show?
- Show other things.
Just don't show that
because kids will follow your example.
Understand?
They'll say they want to be like Tony,
"I wanna rap, do business,
go out and deal."
I'm not gonna lie to them.
This is my life.
Tell them you can't sleep at night.
That's what you should say.
Say that you don't know
whether you'll live or die.
Say you just got out of prison,
you don't know if you'll make it home,
get shot. Say that!
That's what you should be showing.
Film the guys who get up early
and go to work every single day
just to feed their kids.
Film the fathers
who go to work with their sack lunches.
Okay? Film all the kids that get out.
No one helps people like us.
We're on our own.
And what you're doing
is dragging us even deeper.
And don't forget
your little brother, Tony, look at him.
He learns from you.
He hasn't made it to tutoring
for six months now.
- Okay? I'm sorry, Tony
- [men yelling] Five-oh!
- [men] Cops!
- Fuck, it's the cops!
[men] Five-oh!
- [tires screech]
- [siren chirps]
[officer] Don't move!
Stop! Fuck!
- Come here!
- He took my bag with the GoPro!
Go, go, go, go, go!
[officer] Go! Follow them!
Get him!
Fucking get him!
[siren blaring]
Little shit.
[man on radio]
We're securing the perimeter.
Watch out! Just pay attention!
[joint crackles]
- [sirens approach]
- [tires screech]
[man] How you like this?
Fuck! Son of a bitch!
[man 2] What's up, bro?
[siren continues]
He made a left. Get him! Get him! Go!
Watch out! What's he doing?
- [scooter revs]
- [man 2] Here, eat this you son of bitch!
[laughs]
Go, go, go, man. Drive! Drive!
[motorcycle accelerates]
[Tony] We have to get out of here!
[siren wailing]
Come on, hurry up!
[motorcycle revs]
[tires screech]
[Franck] Thomas, we have to run now!
Go, go, go!
[Tony] Come on, let's go,
we gotta move!
Put your asses in gear.
- [officer] Get back here!
- [Franck] Go!
- Tony, fuck! Where are we going?
- [Tony] This way!
- [men clamoring]
- [officer] Get back here!
[Tony] Come on, guy! Fuck them up!
- [concrete shattering]
- Shit!
[Tony] Come on!
[officer] Get back here!
[man 3] Man, fuck the cops!
[loud crash]
Oh, shit.
Let's get outta here.
[man 4] Get them!
[officer 2] There he is! Get him!
[Tony] Cops! Cops! Go back up!
- Go on, go back up!
- Hey, stop right there!
What'd I just say? Stop fucking around!
- Take that!
- Watch out!
- [groans]
- [door slams]
[panting]
[Tony] Keep the cops back!
[Tony] Wait, hold on a second.
Okay, now.
Okay, come on.
[officer 3] Hey, you!
Come here! Come here!
Shh!
- Don't move!
- Stop it, get off me!
[whistling]
[muffled hip-hop playing]
Keep up, Thomas.
- [banging on door]
- It's Tony, open up.
[Franck] Fuck.
[panting]
[French ballad playing on speakers]
[Tony] Fuck, that was close.
[Franck] Fuck.
Hey, where you going?
What are you doing?
Thomas.
- Where are we now, Tony?
- Come, I'll show you.
Don't look at me like that.
Go on, there's nothing to see.
Go on, keep going.
Tony, you know you can't hide here.
What? You think I had a choice?
You some big shot now?
Shut up and go guard the door.
Get out of my face!
It's okay.
[laughing] You sure can run!
[Franck] Look who's talking.
Well, I'm out on parole.
If they get me,
I'm back inside for God knows how long.
Yeah?
[Tony] Come on, you can film this.
Here.
[door creaks]
- [Thomas] I'm done with this.
- What? You got all the equipment, right?
- Had to ditch the batteries while running.
- Oh, no.
[officers yelling]
[man 5] Hey, you assholes!
There's another one!
Hey, watch what they do
to the cops down there.
[indistinct yelling]
[siren wailing]
Tony, isn't that your brother?
[Tony] Where?
Aw, fuck! Let's go! Come with me.
- He's the one throwing rocks!
- Stay here, kid. Hey, you!
- You don't throw rocks!
- Get your hands off my little brother!
- My brother's got nothing to do with this!
- Beat it!
He damaged a police vehicle.
So what? He's got nothing to do with this.
You recognize me?
You know who I am?
Run! Go! Go, Kylian, go!
Get off of me!
Don't move!
I'll show you who's fucking boss here.
All right. Now we'll see who you are.
- Get off me, piece of shit.
- Be quiet!
Get off me, man. Shit.
- Fuck you.
- Huh?
Who do you gonna call?
You wanna see my boss? That it?
What's this? You got a permit for this?
You're going back inside for this. Move!
[melancholy hip-hop playing]