Cash Queens (2026) s01e07 Episode Script

1
Oh fuck.
-It's Simon. Leave a message.
-Oh, fuck.
It's Simon. Leave a message.
-Sweetie.
-What?
-Have you seen Daddy?
-No, let me sleep.
-Léo. Have you seen Dad?
-Mm?
-You seen Dad?
-What are you talking about?
Leave me alone.
It's Simon--
Alex? Alex?
Did Simon come home last night?
What? I don't know.
Oh, thank God.
I was starting to freak out.
Fuck.
Why? What's wrong?
Nothing.
I had a nightmare.
Mm.
CASH QUEENS
Come on.
Come on. Hurry up.
Let's go. Everyone be quiet, okay? Yeah?
Oh my God! Rosa!
The fuck is this? What is he doing here?
He's the father of my kids.
He's coming with us.
It's fine, Sofia. Let's go.
No way!
-We're going on vacation in a Mercedes?
-Your mom's a weed dealer for sure, dude.
Shut up, asshole.
Your mom sucks dick for money.
-Oh!
-No one sucks dicks.
-Hey, come on.
-Everyone in the car, now.
-He started it.
-Shut it, asshole.
-Alright, let's go. Come on, baby,
-In the car, now! Stop it!
Hurry. Come on, pick it up.
Mom, uh… I'll just be a second.
Can you be with the kids?
You need some help?
No. It's better if you stay with the kids.
We'll be quick.
Front door opening.
Okay.
-Thanks.
-Go ahead.
-Okay.
-We good?
Okay.
-Let's go!
-Hey.
Girls.
Gotta admit, bravo.
That was brilliant,
the fake beards, the voice modulators.
Son of a bitch.
I had no choice. I'm really sorry, Rosa.
Right. Can't stand by while you
undermine me stealing my guns
Feel me? Therefore,
I'm obligated to kill a few of you.
Wait, what?
You said you'd just take the money.
Oh, shut up. You didn't miss a beat
ratting your woman out.
I promise, Rosa, I'd never do that.
I, on the other hand, have ethics.
I'll spare the preggo.
What?
Which one is it?
Yo! Which one is it?
Doing it this way?
You, old broad.
You may have puffed up your face a bit,
but it's pretty clear
the baby factory's closed.
Now you.
I know
you haven't been fucked in five years.
Alex…
Well, sperm isn't your thing.
And Kim. Mm.
Well, I've got doubts about you.
Okay.
It's true, I get around, but…
I take precautions.
I'm sure you do. Thank you.
Rosalie?
Rosalie?
Is it you?
Whose is it?
It's yours. You moron.
I'm so sorry.
Solved.
Eenie… meenie… miney… moe…
You're… the one… who has… to… go.
Because you're… the… only one…
who still… gets… on… the rag.
No! No!
Please, man. Don't do this.
No, please. Please, I'm begging you.
Please don't kill me, please, please.
Ezéchiel, please don't.
Don't do it.
Please don't do… Please, I'm begging you.
Just take the money and leave.
You'll never see us again.
-Don't do this, please.
-Take the money! You can have it!
Take all the money, take it!
Please.
Hey, I'm only messing! Oh!
Untwist your panties!
You're my little miracles.
You're working for me from now on.
Am I clear?
Am I clear?
-Got it.
-Yes!
-Yes, yes.
-We've got it.
We'll do it.
There we go. Now, we're talking business.
Take the money, guys.
Watch out.
That being said, I'll be fair to you.
I'll give you each a 100K upfront.
And another hundred after.
Hey, smile, ladies.
It's an opportunity.
It's a good thing, am I right?
Alright, go get in your crappy cars,
relax, and head on home.
I'll let you know when I'm ready.
Let's go.
Rosalie, I promise you.
I wouldn't do that.
Stay away from me. Stop talking to me.
Why didn't you say anything?
I'm really sorry, I am.
That's the price you pay for snitching.
Don't push me, ladies.
Come on, I'm bored, do it!
Now you're it! Chase me!
-You can't catch me.
-Girls.
Girls, I'm sorry. We can't go
on vacation after all, I'm sorry.
-What?
-Not fair!
-But why not?
-I know, it sucks.
But you promised! That's lame.
-We'll go another time.
-Goddammit. This always happens.
You're always promising stuff
and not doing it.
Come on, Younès.
Mom, can you please look after the kids
for the time being?
Come on, kids, let's go.
It's okay, sweetie.
Come on, munchkins, let's go.
Mommy? Is Daddy coming?
Uh…
Uh, Daddy… He, uh…
Yeah, he's been…
He's been, uh… Um…
Um, Dad's been…
He's been…
See, he had something important to do.
He's been asked to find
a treasure in the garbage.
Mm. But it's not fair.
Nobody else could do it?
No, because he's the trash king.
But we haven't gotten
to see him in so long.
It was our turn.
Why's he gotta go to work now?
I know, uh…
It's unfair.
'Cause sometimes grown-ups don't get
to decide when they have to leave us.
But… but it's not fair.
I know.
He split?
That it?
Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be here. I'm a real man.
Yo, dude. What's up?
GPS got you all mixed up, huh?
Uh, no. I came to see Rosalie Perez.
Ah, that's too bad.
Why?
She's grieving. Her husband just died.
Her husband?
Again? That is, uh… he's properly dead?
Well, yeah.
This is impossible.
What's he saying?
Not to be indiscreet, but how did he…
-Assassinated.
-Aye, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi.
Bullet in the brain.
Yeah, poor guy.
Pfft.
Terrible. Just awful.
Would you mind giving her this from me?
You can tell her it's from Victor,
and that I'm… I'm sorry.
Okay, my dude.
We've got it covered, no problem.
Thanks, dude.
-Right, guys. Give him his car back.
-Ah, ah, yes.
Oh, I see, they are… inside it.
Uh, pardon me.
-Yo, close his door for him.
-Thank you.
I'm made of solid hard steel
Alright, come on.
…my dreams…
And lost what makes us so real
-Pussy.
-He's a simp.
For real.
You want me on your side
I can't be on both ends
I just want you to be mine
Cut wide open
But I have to survive
Go with the motion
Come join me on my ride
Want your devotion…
So, Panama. How was it?
Hang on, hang on, don't make fun of her.
She might've flown there and back today.
-She took a private jet.
-La vida loca.
She's a millionaire.
Ha, ha, ha!
Goddamn assholes! Shut up already!
Jennifer.
Grab your phone. Tell me
what 100,000 divided by 9 is, please.
What?
I said, how much is 100,000 divided by 9?
If you please, Jennifer?
11,111.
11,111? Hmm.
11,111?
Eleven thousand,
one hundred fucking eleven!
Eleven thousand, one hundred eleven?
Eleven thousand, one-eleven!
Mm?
-Here.
-Oh.
-Whoa, Kim, what's this?
-Open it. Go on.
Oh, shit.
You happy? Anybody else wanna make
yet another dumbass jab at me?
Whoa.
Well, bon appétit, everyone.
POLICE STATION
CASTEL BANK
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP
ALEX - INTERNSHIP AT CASTEL BANK
CBP EMPLOYEE SINCE OCT 22, 2021
HOSTAGE AT CASTEL BANK
TWO BLOOD TYPES
How are you?
Want a coffee?
Uh, it's not looking good.
What?
I think Rosalie
is mixed up in the robberies.
To be honest,
if she is involved, I'm happy for her.
I hope that means
she'll fill up the fridge.
Sofia, this is really serious.
I'm not joking about this.
So call her up
and tell her we're coming over.
Sorry? You think
you'll find the cash there?
No. I have to compare her blood
with the one we found at the bank earlier.
No, don't pull me into this shit.
You've lost your mind.
You picture Rosa holding up a bank?
Look, I have no idea,
and that's why I need to find out.
So help me.
You know I don't want to have
to bring her in again.
Please.
Hey, baby girl.
You doing okay?
Look, I brought some pastries
from Grandma Dja. They're makroudhs.
I'm not very hungry.
Well, we'll be outta your hair, then.
Malik, it's a bad time, yeah?
You look upset, something wrong?
It's all good. I'm fine.
Can you make us some tea?
Um…
Of course. If you want.
Thanks.
You guys want sugar?
-No, I'm good.
-No, thanks.
Work been good overall?
Not been too stressful?
You talking about the robberies?
Well, I mean…
Not just that.
Hey, idiot! Now the DNA is messed up!
That's her glass.
I was gonna swipe a sample.
Ah, fuck. It slipped my mind.
How are you gonna get the sample?
A swab from the office.
Can I see?
Come on, please. I love that shit.
-Don't mess it up.
-Okay.
Simon doing well?
Yeah, he's fine.
Can you tell him to come by the station?
He didn't report in
like he was supposed to.
Yeah, but…
I can't get involved.
Oh…
Why'd you bring him up like that?
They broke up. She's with Castel.
Keep up, she dropped Castel
and got back with Simon.
-I'm sorry I can't read minds!
-You're a cop, aren't you?
Hey, Rosa. It's clearly a bad time.
We'll head out.
Right? Let's just go.
Okay. Sorry. I'm sorry.
Close the door on your way out.
We will.
Let's go.
Hey! Hold on!
Uh, uh, I can help you with that.
Malik. Malik.
Over here.
Look.
You're fucking gross, Sofia.
It's what you want.
There's plenty of her DNA.
Blood at the bank…
was from a pregnant woman.
Dammit.
Let's go.
A four point drop in the last week.
Catastrophic.
They fucked me over every which way,
those thieves.
I can't even keep my promises.
I don't know what else I can do,
I've tried everything.
No.
There's one more thing.
So this car here is a blue Renault Master.
License plate DK-336-GN.
Don't get it wrong.
Okay, I've put together a little
simulation to make sure it's clear.
So, the first team in the truck
is gonna slam into the van head on.
We gotta bring the thing to a halt.
Then, the second team in the ambulance
will get right behind the truck
to sandwich it in.
Then, you get out.
You get the driver and the passenger
out of the Renault.
You get in,
and you get the fuck outta there.
Got it?
Well, the thing is, Ezéchiel,
we rob banks.
We've never robbed a van.
Then let me clarify what's gonna happen,
'cause I don't think you get it.
If I tell you to put on a dolphin costume
and do some dance moves, you're doing it.
And if I tell you ladies to rob a van…
you're robbing it.
You feel me?
All you need to know is that the robbery
will go down Sunday at 6:15.
-At the port of Martigues.
-It's election night.
That's the point.
Cops will all be with your husband.
You'll wear the fake beards, so they think
it's being done by the same robbers.
So I'm in the clear.
And what's in the van?
200 kilos of coke, but not your business.
And stop sulking already.
You're pissing me off.
Come on, Ezéchiel.
She's grieving, you know that.
I don't give a fuck.
That was your fault.
You wanted to be badass.
You brought this fuckery upon yourselves.
-What are you doing?
-Nothing.
Okay.
Didn't work.
My fellow citizens.
I've gathered you here today to assure you
that I will continue to honor
my commitments
by taking action.
However, I do regret to inform you
of some alarming urban planning reports
that have recently come in.
Asbestos is everywhere
in the region of Trévise.
And since I would never jeopardize
the health of my citizens,
and since I've made unsanitary living
conditions the absolute highest priority,
I will thoroughly clean the area,
both figuratively and literally.
And this is why, starting January 2026,
I intend to raze this region
to make room
for the new Provence Shopping.
Let us spend our hard-earned money
instead of having it be taken
by thieves and thugs
who destroy our suburbs.
HANDS OFF MY HOOD
Get out of our city!
I'm so sorry about this, girls.
I had no idea, I swear to you.
So what's that bastard gonna do with them?
General proposals of low-income housing
across all of France.
For them to take or leave.
That is?
That is, if you're offered a place
in bumfuck nowhere but you don't want it,
then find an affordable
two-bedroom yourself.
Fuck.
Okay.
One silver lining is
they're gonna split up my family.
I'm so done with them lately.
This is all our fault.
CITÉ TRÉVISE WILL BECOME PROVENCE SHOPPING
No gentrification! Hands off our city!
This can't happen here.
We have to fix this.
-Hey, Valou.
-Hey, baby.
-I don't have you on the books today.
-I've gotta talk to you, it's important.
We're getting together tonight.
I imagine you can tell
I'm not here to box.
Ladies, I gotta speak with you.
Come on. Hey, Sev, Sev, come on.
Everyone come over here.
We're gonna fight against
this new construction. This is our turf.
Eight o'clock, kids' club, mark it down.
Keep it hidden from your men.
This is a secret society for bitches.
Tell everyone you know.
Every girl in Trévise.
You can count on me, babe.
-Can I count on you?
-Of course.
Of course, Sofia. Don't worry,
we're not gonna be stomped all over.
Thank you, Karima.
How's it going?
-Yo, Alex, Kim! How's it going?
-Great, you?
Hey, ladies.
-Hey… counting on you tonight.
-Okay. Yeah.
-Promise?
-Yeah. We got you.
-Everything good?
-Yeah, it's good. And you?
-All good.
-Tonight is serious, we're not messing.
Oh, Kim. I told you I'll be there.
Ah, Zénobie. I know you, girl.
-Okay, leave her alone.
-We'll be there.
-See you tonight, ladies.
-Tonight.
TEXTILE PRINTING
SOUND & LIGHTING RENTAL
-Hello, gentlemen.
-Hello.
ALIKE LOOK
Ah, we gotta switch.
LOOK-ALIKE
Okay.
See, 'cause its wordplay.
Yeah, sure.
Um… I need this printed.
Uh-huh. Unfortunately,
we only do bulk orders, ma'am.
Wholesale only.
Gotta be at least 500 euros
minimum per order.
That works. 'Cause I need 100,000 worth.
Do some in every size.
I trust your judgment.
Can I get a receipt?
Of course.
This will be an open-air
commercial center that will create…
The fuck is this
Provence Shopping bullshit?
…over 180 jobs.
Well, what brings you in, buddy?
And where am I gonna sell coke
without my hood?
I knew from the beginning
you'd fuck me over.
Stop mouthing off like a child,
I beg of you.
You're an adult, right?
-You're 40!
-This is my promise…
Of course I'm gonna raze your city!
I mean, what did you think?
You killed my rooster.
I'm gonna destroy you.
You're pissing me off
with that goddamn rooster.
You've no more territory.
You're nobody now.
So I should speak better?
Ah.
Well, here's what we'll do.
You'll give me three shops
at this fucking Provence Shopping.
And I'm taking over the Catalans hood, so
my business can keep going without worry.
That work?
You're adorable, you know.
You have no fucking idea.
You better get ready
for what's coming, bro.
That van filled with coke.
The robbers will jack it for me.
So carry on with your cops
until I get my 200 kilos.
And the robbers will be yours
on election night.
Thanks to me,
you'll keep your damn promises.
Show some gratitude.
"I'm so grateful." You're welcome, buddy.
Don't treat me like I'm an idiot.
You think I'll believe
that you can get the robbers?
Well, the man who ratted them out
is floating in the river as we speak.
See for yourself.
YOUTH AND CULTURE CENTER
Thanks for coming, girls.
We need all of you tonight.
What is she doing here? Huh?
You should be ashamed of yourself.
I'm out of here.
-Hold on, wait.
-No, no, no. Don't leave, please!
I understand why you're angry.
So I'll leave. You can stay.
You have to listen to Rosalie.
It's very important.
-No, what the hell?
-No, no, no, chill out.
-No, no, don't leave.
-I swear to you. Just five minutes.
Everyone stop!
Listen to her, and after,
you can leave if you want!
-I don't listen to fucking racists.
-Stop that. What's wrong with you?
You think she'd be here
if she were racist?
Of course, she's racist.
You blind? Her husband is racist.
-He wants to kick us out.
-Yeah!
Please!
Everyone just listen! Please!
Stop!
Okay, so she married a loser,
but so many of you have too.
Yeah.
-Come on, sit down.
-No, we won't.
-But, fine, we'll listen.
-Thank you.
Ladies.
We're depending on you
to change things here.
We gotta stick together.
We can't do anything if we're only
looking out for ourselves. Okay?
Let's rob these sons of bitches,
time for payback, right?!
Huh?
-What's she talking about?
-It's a figure of speech, chill!
Sort of.
Okay, forget it.
Um…
First, an enormous thank you all
for being here on such short notice.
Between work, your kids, your homes.
Thank you, seriously.
Kim is right.
We've got to play hardball for real.
And defend our territory like lionesses.
Until then, we're getting treated
like bitches here.
Exactly our point.
That's exactly right.
Our whole lives, we've been stepped on.
We were told the lion
was the king of the jungle.
But you know what he does?
He sleeps 20 hours a day.
Meanwhile, the lionesses hunt,
they raise the cubs,
and they protect their fucking territory.
Lionesses stick together.
They're fair and split things equally.
And the only time shit gets bad
is when the hunt is done.
Wanna know why?
Because the lion
has gotta have the first bite.
Like at home, exactly.
-Yeah.
-Let's show our fangs, bitches.
Okay, that's well and good,
but what are we supposed to do?
We've got a plan. They're all gonna burn.
We'll save our homes.
Those of you who are game, meet us
tomorrow at the old frozen food factory.
Girl power!
Yeah, girl power! Whoo!
-Djalil, what are you doing here?
-What? I'm also a lioness.
I wanna be one of you bitches.
Hell yeah, let's go!
When I say, "Girl,"
you say, "Power!" Girl!
Power!
-Girl!
-Power!
-Girl!
-Power!
-Girl!
-Power!
Jesus, they've all gone mad or what?
Means they're all on the rag.
Oh. Red Sea in their underwear.
Ah.
Lieutenant. Captain.
We found the body this morning.
Motherfuck…
What now? Problem?
It's Simon Krief,
married to Rosalie Perez.
We found something else in there,
inside the body.
Not there.
Now that's dirty money, right, guys?
Malik.
Rosa.
What's wrong?
We just found Simon.
Meaning?
We found his body.
He's dead.
What happened?
Looks like he was shot.
His body is at the morgue,
but you'll be able to see him tomorrow.
If there's something
you need to tell me, do it now.
After, I can't help you.
I need to be alone.
Of course.
Oh! Hey, Malik.
My guy, what's going on?
-Huh?
-Seeing Rosa?
Well, obviously. Just grabbed a new
apple saffron flavor. Wanna smoke?
-Simon was killed.
-What?
I just told her.
Wait, he's…
-He's dead, like, for real?
-Where'd you get that cactus?
It was a gift.
From Ezéchiel.
Ezéchiel?
I mean, yeah.
Be good to Rosa.
Gotcha.
Okay! As you know, on Sunday,
our regional president,
Mr. Marionnaud, will be reelected.
We know this event is going to be used
as a cover to move 200 kilos of cocaine.
Sunday at 6:15 exactly,
a Renault Master filled up with cocaine
will leave the Martigues port
and will be robbed by an armed gang.
This information is highly confidential,
so keep quiet, got it?
We will only intervene once the bags
of drugs reach their destination.
We'll then grab the ringleader
and apprehend Ezéchiel.
Be careful.
These people are extremely dangerous.
You know the deal.
You know their MO, their habits.
They're robbers.
You have permission to shoot on sight.
Alive or dead, game's over for them.