Olympus is no more.
The criminal organization that ruled Paris has fallen.
Destroyed by Damocles.
The godfathers were killed,
their former lieutenants brought to heel.
And the Furies?
Once the guardians of order and justice,
they've now been forced into submission.
Armed to the teeth and ruthless,
Damocles spread fast,
gained power,
and now controls Paris through fear and bloodshed.
The Olympus has a new master,
Damocles.
Think carefully before answering.
Who do you work for?
For those who still refuse to work for them…
there's just one rule to live by.
Don't get caught.
Five races every night.
Bets go up to 50,000 per car.
Only the best of the best.
You wanna race with that?
Don't be fooled by the looks.
Looks don't tend to lie.
You're not scared Damocles will spot your operation?
I don't give a fuck about those Nazis.
I don't answer to anyone. Someone's gotta resist.
There was this one guy.
Ran a gambling ring.
Nothing too big.
Damocles actually found it.
They hung him and his wife, guts spilling out.
No one knows what happened to their kids.
They're savages.
If you wanna stay off their radar, you've gotta keep moving,
switching things up.
So, yeah.
Mm. I do a bit of everything.
Even dog fights.
You gotta starve them a couple of days before the fight.
To get them motivated.
Shut up! Shut up!
You see, the plan was to, um…
take my car to the track, win the race,
and who knows, maybe celebrate somewhere quiet, just you and me.
-Hmm. Mm. -Somewhere private.
-That's a pretty great plan. -Mm-hmm.
Hey!
Hey! Stop!
She's got the boss! Get her!
Calm down, doggy. Calm down.
Release him!
Put the guns down!
It's alI I got.
Goddammit, who the fuck do you work for?
What the fuck are you doing, asshole?
We said "intimidate"! "Intimidate", damn it!
They look intimidated.
Forget your Fury bullshit. You're either with us or you're dead.
I work for them.
SARAJEVO 30 YEARS EARLIER
The biggest mystery about Damocles
is the identity of its leader, Oz.
Word is, he's a former legionnaire turned mercenary.
He handpicked ex-special forces soldiers
and built Damocles into one of the world's deadliest organizations.
To protect himself, he killed everyone who knew his past
or saw his face.
He became Oz, a name, a legend.
Take it or leave it. I don't care.
Means nothing to me.
But the rifles have to stay.
I'm not fucking stupid. Who do you think you are?
Been meaning to ask you the same.
Damocles can only fall if Oz is exposed.
But in years, no one even got close.
Listen to me. We don't have a choice.
Keep your head down, don't stir things up,
and do what you have to do to stay under Damocles' radar.
But trust me, Lyna, I'm gonna find a way to get us out of this.
For now, just focus on staying alive.
You're up already?
I had trouble sleeping.
Well, I can see that.
Uh, no, don't do that, Selma.
That's good meat, you have to treat it gently, you know.
Oh. That's never been my strong suit.
Well…
All right, let's see what we can salvage here.
I know that feeling.
You don't have to pick up.
We can pack our bags, get in a car…
How far's Seville? 20 hours? We can be there in 12.
And get new identities?
Change our faces?
What color eyes do you want?
You hear a whistle, you rush over.
Whether you're at mass or riding your husband.
Is that clear?
You'll have people watching today.
At least pretend you're not useless.
DRISS ARAGO'S OLD HQ
NEW DAMOCLES HQ
All right, get out.
Get out, damn it.
You stay here, okay?
No, I'm good.
Son of a bitch.
-What did you say? -Excuse me?
That's what I thought.
You, follow me.
-Sweep the area for now. -Okay.
-Don't make a mess like last time. -Got it.
Here.
Thanks.
-When's the last time you slept? -I don't have time to sleep, Iris.
You're not alone, Elie. You have a team.
And you've got me, too. Okay?
We found an old security camera up there.
But I wouldn't want to interrupt you.
Okay, I'll go check it out.
What's your deal with him?
What's your deal?
His partner gets shot, he gets promoted. You don't have a problem with that?
I don't.
-So? -Can't see anything.
What is it?
Mm.
You obviously have something to say.
We're going out for drinks tonight with the team.
So far it's me and… you.
You and… So, just you and me?
Oh, come on, there's no way.
I didn't say no.
They called that Tossar guy. He's a real dick.
Ah.
Elie. Commander Tossar.
I'm running this operation now.
Oh, uh, you mind getting us some coffee, sweetheart?
Uh, well, I see you're doing a good job here.
Takes balls to deal with this mess.
Glad to know there are guys like you around.
We'll get this case solved fast, I'm sure.
-Know who we're dealing with? -I do, yeah.
Damocles. We'll fill them so full of lead, it's gonna drip out their assholes.
You get the picture?
I get it, yeah.
Ah.
Did you find anything?
Mm-mm, nope.
We're taking him to Varda.
Have you met him yet?
No?
He's something.
Let's wait here.
Arago, keep an eye on him.
Arago?
Arago as in Selma Arago?
So you're their lapdog now?
CLANDESTINE LABORATORY FORMER OLYMPIANS - PARIS XV
It's really simple, guys.
Either you work for us or not at all.
Word on the street is, you're dealing behind Damocles' back.
That's unacceptable.
So the Fury herself is going to punish you.
Three heads.
Three bullets.
Showtime.
So what's the holdup?
If I end up having to step in,
I'll add an extra bullet.
I'll give you three minutes.
Come on, no way.
Don't tell me the Fury bent over for those assholes.
You don't have a choice, do you?
I have a choice.
That's a comforting thought.
I smoke because I want to.
That asshole gave me an order, but instead of following it,
I'll smoke.
I'm choosing it.
What if I told you something that could hurt them?
Did you see how many guys they sent after me?
I'm just a small-time bookie. Why would Varda want me?
Huh?
In 40 seconds, it'll be you or me.
I'm not going to say you have a choice, because that's not true,
but there is one thing you get to choose.
Would you rather be killed in a filthy locker
or deal with this with a little dignity?
Spill it. Cut to the chase.
I'm not the one they're after. It's my sister, Blanche.
She worked for them at a high level.
I'm talking, like, Oz's right-hand killer, you know?
Three weeks ago, she disappeared.
She knows who Oz is.
She saw his face.
Where is she now?
She's hiding.
Damocles thinks she's on the run. But she's still in Paris.
I'll tell you where if you get me out of here.
Here.
I'll make them pay.
I promise you.
Stick with me if you wanna fuck them over.
What do you say? Huh, Fury?
Come on.
Lyna Arago.
We meet at last.
Thanks for bringing him all the way here.
-Anton Varda, I'm in charge around here. -After Oz.
She tried to get away, but, uh, I was there.
-What? No. I… -Like I said, she was trying--
-I actually-- -He's right, I know.
His phrasing is just kinda off.
What he should've said is "She was trying to run away
-because I was negligent." -Varda--
Just in time.
You okay, boss?
He's starting to get sick of me.
But to be honest, it's mutual.
There's no room for mistakes around here.
He's getting sick of you?
They'll wanna kill me eventually.
You just have to say the word, Selma.
-You heard from Mud Man? -They said I can't see him.
The gun is shit.
Fix it.
All I know is they scooped up every weapons guy in the business.
So he can't afford to screw up.
But he's pretty good. He'll be fine, and so will I.
Plus, I'm sure you'll find a solution for all of us.
You and Selma are alive because we gave you a chance.
One wrong move, and you'll end up like him.
That clear?
Selma, I can't live like this, I'd rather die, really.
See how they dress me?
Not a bad look for you, man.
I'm not myself without a suit on.
Can you get me a meeting with The Belgian?
The Belgian, as in the Carny's right-hand man?
I'll take care of it.
See ya, boss.
Well, it's already too late for Selma.
What can I say?
Too resistant to authority.
But I have high hopes for you.
Welcome to the team. Clean this up, okay?
Hey, Franco! Come on, let's go.
Wait, let's talk. Can we…?
Fuck.
Blanche. She's a traitor, apparently.
-Know anything-- -No, no, no.
Listen to me. Keep your mouth shut.
You gotta look the other way,
and most importantly, stop listening to that voice.
-The voice that gets you in trouble. -Hear me out.
And me too!
Just think for a second.
They have it planned out, down to the order we're dying in.
Yeah, so right now, you should have one priority, okay?
Make sure you stay alive. That's all.
When you were little, you always had to rescue every stray dog you saw.
Well, guess I haven't changed much, then.
Does this one have a name?
No.
You can give him one, if you want.
-You know they followed you, right? -Mm-hmm.
Mom, what if they…
Don't worry.
I still know how to defend myself.
The Belgian.
I hate that nickname, you know that.
I've never even been there. You know that too.
I like the new place, it's nice.
Kinda stark, full of character, like you.
Did you come here alone, Capone?
I'm the best crook in Paris, what are you sayin'?
I heard Carny advised you to stay away from me.
Carny "Advised"? Not his thing, you know?
More of a good old-fashioned family ban.
He said if you wanted to talk, you'd have to come to us.
Me? Go to him?
I don't want to die.
You came, though. Aren't you afraid of him?
I am. But I'm more afraid of you.
What'd you wanna talk about? You know my time is precious.
Oh, no. Your time isn't precious, darling.
Because freelancers like you? With Damocles, you're done, that's it.
But I can change that. I wanna change that.
But I'll need your help.
Is it me or are they all 14 here?
Wanna check some IDs right now?
Or we could go to my place.
Um…
-Now? -Yeah.
LYNA - NEW MESSAGE WE NEED TO MEET.
TELL ME WHERE AND I'LL BE THERE.
No, I think I'm gonna head out.
Mm.
Okay.
-You okay? -Hmm.
-What's wrong? -Nothing, personal stuff. Don't worry.
See you tomorrow?
Yeah.
I'm a cop and I'm armed.
You really know how to pick a meeting spot.
I was expecting discreet, but not romantic.
My bad. That was stupid.
Why did you wanna see me?
-I haven't heard from you. Been worried. -I know how to destroy Damocles.
Want to rally all the clans? The families and gangs of the city and greater Paris?
You think together we'll have better luck against Damocles?
I don't believe in luck.
Well, you could use it, I'd say.
Because fighting Damocles, I get that. But why us?
Why not your old friends? Parisian barons,
Olympus boys…
Damocles owns whoever's still around.
I don't know how, but they do.
No one in Paris dares to make a move.
For years you hunted us down, judging and punishing us, now you want our help.
Seems a bit far-fetched.
Well, I thought I'd try anyway.
Selma has something else in mind, but it's suicide.
And this Franco guy, do you trust him?
No. But he's telling the truth.
Hmm.
And you trust me?
I don't know, we don't talk anymore, suddenly you come to me.
-Why? -I know Selma.
Her plan is not gonna end well.
But if we do this with you, we'll all make it out alive.
I am done with this life. I never wanted to be a Fury, but this?
I swear, doing Damocles' dirty work is so fucking awful. You can't even imagine.
Maybe a little.
I'd take working with the cops over that any day.
Apparently my biological mother was an undercover cop,
so maybe it's in my genes.
So, are you in?
I give you Oz and you get us out.
-What? -Getting you out is one thing.
But your team? I don't know.
They don't exactly have a clean slate.
No. I want full immunity for all of them.
Mud Man, The Fixer, Selma.
Selma…
What about Selma?
You don't see she's stringing you along and using you, it drives me…
-With Selma, it's complicated. -It's complicated, I know…
Cut it out.
Everyone. Non-negotiable.
Will they even agree?
Can you picture them living a normal life? A mortgage…
They don't need to know about it for now.
You know what Selma's gonna do once she finds out.
Just make sure she doesn't.
Stubborn, aren't you?
Getting you and your friends a pardon might be doable.
But your friends behaving? In your dreams, Lyna.
My dreams, my problems.
Okay.
-I'll sell your deal to my boss. -Thanks.
Don't do anything crazy, okay?
Nothing crazy, promise.
Perfect.
I won't tell you anything.
Hmm?
You will.
Do you know you have to mistreat the grapes in order to make good wine?
It's the only way.
Twenty days of maceration to make sure you draw out all the aromas.
Then you age it in a barrel for 24 months.
Mm.
Oh, yeah.
Patience.
Patience is a beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree?
Mm. Mm.
Mm.
You and I are going to take our time, right?
Let's do it.
Where is Blanche hiding?
Sorry, couldn't hear you over the machine, Franco.
I said where's Blanche?
Okay. Let's do it.
A spot has opened up in the legion.
Just one.
Hey!
Do it!
Come on!
Get him! Come on!
Come on!
Come on! Get him!
Take that!
Oh, Fred.
You're fucking--
Yeah! Come on!
Hey.
It's me.
Get up.
-Fuck. Help me out here, man. -It hurts too much.
My sister.
What?
My sister's hiding at the Imperial.
-The Imperial. -Okay.
It hurts too much.
Help me. Kill me.
Kill me, please.
Please.
-I'm sorry. -No.
-I'm sorry.
Well then…
I wasn't done with you, bud.
Follow me.
What was her name again?
Your colleague.
Keïta, is that right?
Mmm.
We'll catch the guy who did it.
We're gonna find him, he'll do something stupid.
We'll have no choice but to respond, you know.
Obviously, strictly by the book.
I read your file.
Your report.
It's solid.
But it's weird, when I read it, I…
I'm not sure what it was.
It's either instinct, or just my hangover.
Something was off about it.
Is there something you wanna tell me?
I have a source at Damocles.
Huh.
He wants a clean exit in exchange for info.
Oh.
A pardon, naturally.
I'll need something solid to get that for you.
It'll be solid.
Half our moles come back empty-handed.
The other half end up dead.
You'd bet your career on this guy?
What's his name?
Mmm.
I'll have to, uh… talk to the chief,
I will have to talk to the commissioner,
who'll have to talk to the governor's office.
I can guess what they'll want.
The head of the organization. Oz.
Alive, though.
So they can strut into court afterwards and do their little TV interviews.
Can your guy do that?
Mmm.
You okay?
This is the men's room.
Is that so?
Normally, when I grab a drink with a guy,
he doesn't spend the next day hiding from me.
-I-- -You seemed pretty off yesterday.
I just wanted to make sure your mom was okay.
Or your brother, or sister… or girlfriend.
It's all good.
-Okay. -Wasn't my girlfriend.
Awesome.
I'll just finish getting changed, if you don't mind?
Yep. For sure.
I'll leave you to it.
-Can you hear me, Elie? -I hear you.
-Was the earpiece necessary? -You work for me, Lyna.
Your dreams, my methods.
Get in here, kid. Ahh. Ahh.
-How are you? -Aw, Simon. Just hug her, bro. Come on.
Okay, guys, that's enough.
What have you done this time? You know it's not safe for us to meet.
You're sure nobody followed you, right?
Is that a real question?
Go ahead, dummy, I'm listening. Why are we here?
You better have a good reason.
She's hiding out at the Imperial.
We find Blanche, we find Oz.
We find Blanche, we find Oz, we put a bullet in his head,
we wipe out Damocles and we free Paris.
If Oz dies, there's no deal.
Is something wrong?
No.
I'm thinking she's dangerous and her defenses are up,
so she won't be alone.
Well, you're not alone either.
I can kill Oz myself,
but if we wanna take down Damocles, we'll need Carny and his men.
That's your plan? To take down Damocles? Build an army?
Not an army, a resistance.
You remember that those guys are all criminals
who were booted from Paris by yourself on behalf of the Olympians not long ago?
Someone had to do the dirty work, so…
If Damocles doesn't kill you, they will.
I know what I'm doing.
Build a resistance, kill Oz,
overthrow Damocles, all for what?
Bring back Olympus?
You do know there's another way, right?
One where you wouldn't have to keep doing the dirty work.
It's part of the job. I accept it.
Was it part of the job to have to shoot your brother by the Seine?
You really want to talk about that now?
I do.
You wanna know why I killed him, I'm assuming.
I killed him because you shot him in the belly.
And he was about to die like a dog.
But he didn't want you putting that shame on yourself.
So I protected you from that.
Because it's my job.
I'm a Fury.
But I know you don't understand.
Because you run, and you run,
but apparently you don't realize that our ghosts are always faster.
Did you sleep well?
Ready for more?
Wait, please.
No, please.
Blanche?
The Imperial.
She's at the Imperial.
Would you look at that?
Knock yourself out.
IMPERIAL HOTEL, PARIS XVI
Simon?
Simon.
-It's all set. -Okay, go ahead.
Fuck, I think that's gas.
On the ground, hands on your head.
You have five seconds.
We found Blanche! Let's go!
Sh.
Let go.
What's with the face? We're here to help you.
What? You don't work for Damocles?
No.
Ever think about asking before you start throwing fists?
We have a deal to offer you.
I can't tell you who Oz is.
I can make her talk.
-No matter what, I couldn't tell you-- -I guarantee you'll spill the beans.
You're not listening to me.
I'm not the one who saw him. He's the one who knows Oz's face.
Hey, kid, it's okay, you can come out.
What's your name?
Léon. Doesn't talk much. You'll see.
Wait, who's Léon?
Lyna, who's Léon?
Oz asked me to track him down.
Leon's the only one who could recognize him.
I know what he'll do to him if I ever bring him back.
So obviously, I didn't.
Hey, kid. Don't be scared.
I know he seems a little, "Rrrr," grumpy,
but I promise he's actually a real softie.
Are you gonna help us?
Lyna, you gotta leave. Damocles is here.
Selma, we have to move.
-Okay, let's go. -Léon, come with me.
There's another exit in the back.
No, Léon!
Don't look!
Fuck! Niko!
Go back!
-Forward! -Go!
Hold her head!
Where's the other exit?
Léon, look at me.
Where's the other exit?
Come on.
You're gonna be okay. You'll be okay.