Four generations of Furies.
They've gone through wars, massacres, betrayals,
but none of them had to face something like this before.
When Driss ran away after the attack by Damocles.
He had a head start, an army,
and a plan to raid the mine,
which is The Olympus's hidden, armored and highly surveilled train.
Lyna and I were running behind.
We had to make up for the time we lost.
Driss was getting close to the front wagons.
DORMITORY - BANK
What did he want? Gold, paintings, Olympus's secrets.
But what he really wanted was in the data center,
at the other end of the train,
a piece of software connected to all police services,
that allows access to every single smartphone out there.
With that piece of software, he'll be able to find anyone, anywhere.
Driss will be able to find your mother.
And if he finds Kahina, he'll kill her.
No, we're gonna get through this whole train, and we'll stop him, Selma.
I understand I've lost your trust,
and that your only desire is to put a bullet in my head.
But you're also dying to know what's left of your fortune,
how much I could save from the mine.
So, you'll have to listen to me until the end.
And then you can decide
if I'm still your Fury
and what you'll do with me.
It's cold. They didn't have time to shoot.
-Driss took them by surprise? -They had no reason to be suspicious.
No one's ever attacked the mine before. Too risky.
The server password.
They… They change the password every day.
Breaking into the server could take hours.
You don't have that long.
Who's faster than him?
Get to work.
You were counting on your men?
Well, count again.
Your hidden, bulletproof train, your overtrained men,
nothing could protect you, except me.
In that moment, all I knew was that my brother Driss…
…has lots of men in here and they're gonna shoot to kill,
so make sure you keep shooting, no questions asked, until we find Driss.
We had to move fast.
We were too far behind, lots of wagons to get through.
My brother has never been a patient person.
And he always gets what he wants.
He was gonna empty your servers just like he was emptying your safes.
Taking everything you've got in there, bag after bag, methodically.
Guys?
Cut it out, come on.
Guys, answer me. Do you copy?
Uh, we've got sound, but no visual, boss.
-Gotta be gentle with these if you want-- -Come on already!
Well, it's working.
They're emptying the mine. Mm.
They do that at every station we pass.
How will you keep The Olympus calm if they take everything?
Good question.
Bringing you Driss wouldn't've been enough to save our heads.
Only solid gold would be enough.
We'll take care of Driss, you find out where he's taking it.
Okay. What's the next station?
It's… this one.
You can't be serious.
Hey, I'm not the one driving the train.
Why are you so moody today?
Are you upset at the chance of us getting killed?
At least I'll be with you.
It's her I'm worried about, actually.
Relax.
He had no reason to worry.
It was the two of us against an army.
A day like any other for the Furies.
Lyna, on three, let's go.
One,
two…
…three.
Try not to die, we still have three wagons left.
Guys, we're still alive. How are you doing?
Have you spotted Driss's men?
They're taking the gold bars out in duffel bags.
There's tons of people with duffel bags, how do we know who works for Driss?
I told you I should've brought my metal detector.
Selma, it's not enough, we can't do it like this. We need a lead to follow.
Of course Driss wouldn't have made it easy for them.
He had his men exit through the busiest stations in Paris, naturally.
Lost in the crowd.
That's when Lyna had an idea.
Simon, you put a tracker on my cell phone.
What?
I would never do something like that.
It wasn't a question.
You're incapable of trusting, huh?
Now you've got a lead to follow.
They just had to keep tracking her cell phone
to know where Driss's men were stashing the cash.
You're managing great.
But it's only the beginning.
So breathe.
Relax your muscles.
What, you think now is the time to do yoga?
It's always the time.
I learned that from my mother.
I've got a story for you.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
A man was attacking The Olympus this one time.
He committed a massacre.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
My mother and I tracked him down and found him.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
But I was young, my mother didn't think I was ready.
She tells me to wait while she takes care of the guy.
I wait.
For a while.
But suddenly I hear
my mother screaming.
I rush in,
she's on the ground, covered in blood.
I'm in shock, so I don't even notice the guy stabbing me four times.
Once I do, I try to get him off us.
He's fast, he's strong, he's big and he's precise.
My brain is overheating with all the adrenalin.
I'm raging.
I hit, I hit, I hit. But I'm hitting the air.
How did you get out of there?
Through the noise,
I heard her.
I heard my mother's voice. You know what she told me then?
To breathe.
I took a breath.
I slowed down, I paused, I looked around
and I saw the opening.
From that moment on, it was me who set the pace.
Breathing. That's the secret.
You breathe and you choose.
Namaste, asshole.
It's taking too long.
We're good.
I got it.
Kahina N'Soumer. I wanna know where she is.
It's not simple. It's not a search engine where you can just type a name…
I'll figure it out.
-There's too many. I'm out. -Keep going, we'll improvise.
That shouldn't be there.
Driss rigged the train?
As a kid, he'd rather break a toy than give it to someone else.
No more train, no more money,
no more secrets.
No more Olympus, no more Fury, everything falls apart.
What do we do?
I'll handle this. Keep going until your find your father.
You'll handle it? Really? With your shaky hands?
You know how to do it?
I'll try, or this train could explode in the middle of a station.
Dammit!
Give me your cell phone.
We have to make sure no one dies if you mess up.
She's right, boss.
We wouldn't have made it on our own.
What we needed was the best of the best. But we were in a bit of a tight spot so…
…we had to make do with them.
Yeah, yeah, those two.
An assassin and a traumatized cop.
HOSPITAL
A LITTLE BIT EARLIER
Chief.
It's Elie, right?
You were with Keïta during the attack.
There's something I need to tell you. What happened over there was--
Living hell, I know.
-Yes, but I'm the one that-- -No!
This is the first time one of my targets comes to me like this.
And to be honest,
that's awesome.
Oh, but don't worry, I'll give you this so you won't suffer.
You know, last time, after we all left,
I couldn't help but wonder if you'd have to will to resist
snitching on us to your colleagues.
Hey. It's not your fault.
I mean, I'm sure you're frustrated after you got shot because--
Oooh!
Dr. Andrews, you have a call on line one.
-Hello? -Orso? Where are you?
Lyna?
While I was defusing the bomb and Lyna was going after her father,
they tried to direct the train away from Paris.
-I should've called my colleagues. -And told them what?
"Chief, chief, The Fury, you know?"
"That, like, urban legend? Well, she's my girlfriend's aunt."
"I mean, my ex's."
"She's in a ghost train underneath Paris."
"The train's full of gold,
and enough explosives to send the Mona Lisa to Mars."
And now, you're thinking, "This idiot is right."
Am I wrong?
Okay, but we're doing this my way.
What, get slapped and apologize?
I'm sure you'd rather kill everybody, right?
Do you know how to direct a train down a sidetrack?
Or how to handle switch rails?
-Now you're thinking to yourself-- -Okay fine, your way, man.
Thank you.
TO: SELMA WE ARE HERE
I'm listening.
-Open up. -It's the police.
Lyna, your boyfriends are on it. We're good.
Where are you?
The hell's this? You didn't tell me that there was a wing of the Louvre here.
Yeah, well, try not to break anything for once.
Like I ever break anything.
Hey. Do you have a warrant, sir?
Well, here's my warrant.
We manage 1,500 subway trains daily in all of Paris.
You can't just waltz in here. Especially if you're a nobody.
Where's your goddamn authorization from the prefect, stupid jerk?
-Did he call me stupid? -Oh no, I believe he said "stupid jerk."
Let us through, this is not gonna end well.
Click-Clack, can you come here please?
Well, your way then.
Be careful, guys. We'll lose at least 90% of its value if we damage it.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
This… This train is invisible, guys.
It's just not on here, man.
What am I supposed to do? Guess? Do you know where to look, because--
Hey, fewer questions, more solutions, George, okay?
Okay, but Click-Clack is the engineer
specialized in preferential routing logistics within the city, not me.
What is it?
I didn't kill him, I did what you said.
Granted, he's not gonna walk for a while,
but he's really gonna be click-clacking, now.
-Know what I mean? -Yeah.
-With the crutches. Click-clack. -Come on.
No?
Keep looking.
Where is that fucking train?
DATA TRANSFER
You'll handle it? Really? With your shaky hands?
You're finished, Selma.
What is that?
Don't worry.
-Do you know what you're doing? -I hope so.
I hope so.
But you should hurry up, just in case.
Selma is saying we need to move our asses.
She'll have our asses on a stick if we don't do it.
She said that?
No, I said much worse.
And I sent them our position.
Here.
Oh, voilà.
You said the train was invisible, can you see those GPS coordinates?
-Yeah. -Hm? Come on, keep working.
Okay, found it?
Hey, hang on, your train.
It's the bug in our system! It would appear like that from time to time.
We couldn't figure out why.
I can't wait to tell the guys about this.
I mean, um, they don't have to know.
-Come on, let's get it out of Paris. -We don't have time for that.
Wait, what's that?
That's a decommissioned station.
-Perfect, get the train down there. -Okay.
Honestly, I wouldn't have bet on those two, but they did their part.
The train came to a stop.
All alone, late and unarmed.
You're alone too.
Really?
Do you know what happens when there's a fire in a data center?
Obviously, water would damage the servers.
So to put the fire out, you remove all the oxygen from the room.
All right.
Take a deep breath now.
Namaste, assholes.
No oxygen. No oxygen. No oxygen.
She knows how to observe.
I trained her well.
-She knew where the oxygen ducts were. -No oxygen.
She also knew she didn't have time to hesitate.
No oxygen.
During hypoxia, the brain shuts down in seconds.
Excruciating pain runs through your body.
You take another step or two, and then the brain finally gives up…
-No oxygen. -…and you fall, dead.
No oxygen. No oxygen.
No oxygen.
No oxygen. No oxygen.
No oxygen.
DATA TRANSFER COMPLETE
Lyna?
-Lyna, are you okay? -He left.
-I was too late. -We can't let Driss escape.
Driss!
Don't make me kill you!
Shit! Damn it!
Selma managed to defuse the bomb.
I celebrated a little too early.
Driss left me a little surprise.
Or rather 15 strong and heavily armed surprises.
And I hate surprises.
When Driss was a little boy and got yelled at by our mother,
his usual move was to disappear.
She could never tell where he was going, and it drove her crazy.
My brother was gifted, it's true.
But not as much as me.
Whenever he needed to calm down, I knew exactly where to find him.
Sunbathing, huh?
You're indestructible.
And I just beat you.
Okay, guys…
Allow me to explain.
There are two ways this can go down. There's the hard way…
Well, there's just one way, actually.
I don't think you know how to count, buddy.
There's one of you and a bunch of us.
You're right.
You know, math always gives me headaches.
I prefer poetry.
So, gentlemen, on that note…
…let's hear Jimmy sing.
Cool.
Jimmy hasn't lost his voice, huh?
-See that? I found a new grease for it. -Yeah.
It sounds smoother to my ears. You know?
Right.
-Come on. -Excuse me, gentlemen.
You've lost your men, the gold… It's over.
And now what?
I killed him.
It wasn't a simple task, but I did.
-Here we are again. -He fought back, he resisted.
-I gave him what he deserved. -Will you make the same mistake?
One bullet in the eye, one bullet in the hand.
And that was it.
I thought you'd put up a fight.
One last act of bravery.
Everyone's always been wrong about the two of us.
You've always been the dreamer. Me, I'm pragmatic.
I know when to fight
and when to enjoy the Paris sky.
Lyna shot me.
It's not like her.
What did you tell her?
That it was either your life or her mother's.
You have a way of making us forget how good you are at lying.
Someone has to do the dirty work.
You do it too well not to like it.
You've been lying to everyone for 25 years.
Twenty-five years since you made a monster of me.
You were the one who tracked down Kahina's family.
You were the one behind that massacre.
A cop infiltrating the underworld, marrying your brother…
A big screw up by The Fury.
So you had to hide your mistake.
You took everything from me, Selma. My life, my freedom.
Even the truth.
I was the only one left for you to eliminate.
But…
You're my little brother.
My weakness.
My daughter has good aim.
She's a killer, like you and me.
Most people don't feel happy when they learn they have this talent.
There's no need for her to know that now.
I don't want her to live with my blood on her hands.
You have to do what you've never been able to do.
Do it, come on.
It only takes a second.
It's taken me 20 years.
I want you to come with me.
Come on.
We did what we had to.
What did he say to you before…
Nothing.
-You'll keep lying? -You can believe me or not, I don't care.
What matters is that your mother's safe now.
-I'm gonna find her. -On your own?
Without me or my resources? You won't make it.
You?
You're a nobody now.
The Godfathers put a contract on our heads.
The Fury is doomed.
We're not going to run away.
I can change their minds.
A life on the run isn't a life.
On the other hand, if you have things to get in order, goodbyes to say
or dirty laundry to take care of,
which is the case, now's the moment.
-A bit much, no? -Yeah, I agree.
Hey, asshole,
You guys were already broken up when it happened.
Mom.
I'm sorry I didn't come see you.
I've been mad at you and Papa.
But I love you so much.
You're leaving?
First your mother, now me, seems like you're saying goodbye.
What's going on this time?
I should've talked to you from the beginning.
You didn't wanna talk, I didn't wanna listen.
I thought I knew better than you, and that you
wouldn't be able to manage on your own.
We did the best we could, right?
I know.
You love me, but we can't keep doing this.
I thought the second time would be easier.
I also said my goodbyes before coming here.
I know you too well.
Driss made your true nature nice and clear when he attacked you.
You are greedy savages,
driven by animalistic instincts.
As soon as you felt threatened, you all betrayed and cheated.
You have put in danger
the delicate balance that we took so many years to build.
What are you doing?
But make no mistake.
Without The Fury, you will not survive.
You will end up ruined,
killing one another for the crumbs of your empire.
But you can rejoice.
The Fury is here. And thanks to her, The Olympus is too.
The Olympus has a new master.
Damocles.
Think carefully before answering.
Who do you work for? e answering.