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What now?
Where's the key to your locker?
I have it. How many times must I tell you?
And the inspection?
It's tense here. Where are you?
I'm almost there. Quit calling every five minutes.
I don't care. You deal with Internal Affairs.
I have nothing to do with your schemes.
Is that clear?
How long until they show up?
Whenever they want. That's kind of the point.
What a pain!
That's kind of the point, too.
So, what do we do, Lieutenant?
Nobody touches my stuff, you got that?
Yes, Agathe?
Where the hell are you?
The paperwork's done.
She's in the funeral parlor. They're placing her in the coffin.
We're waiting for you.
Listen, I had no choice.
How is Louise?
How do you think she is?
Agathe!
Shit, you're not helping me, little sis.
Where'd you come from?
Come on, move! Move!
Shit!
What a stupid dog!
What was that?
Oh, shit.
Sir, are you all right?
Sir?
No…
Shit!
112 EMERGENCY - CALL
Hello?
Daddy?
Louise, sweetie.
Daddy, I'm bored here.
What are you doing?
Daddy? Hello?
-Can you bring me a toy? -A toy?
Sweetie, ask your aunt, alright? Okay?
Will you be here soon?
Daddy will call you back.
Fuck…
Did you reach Thomas?
-And? -And nothing.
What do you mean?
He said he wants to do it himself.
Dammit… Did you insist?
How long have you been partners? Eight? Ten years?
Twelve. So what?
So you must know how shitty a person he is.
What an idiot!
Dammit! What a pain in the ass!
They're here.
Okay, thank you.
They just drove in.
Listen, I'm not screwing up my internship for you.
Don't worry.
If IA asks me about Thomas, what do I say?
Nothing. We don't rat out colleagues.
And the police… are one big family.
Got it?
I'm sick of this!
Dammit, what is this?
Dammit!
Yes, I'm going.
No…
National Gendarmerie, good evening, sir.
Good evening.
Watch out.
I can't find it.
-Turn off the engine, sir. -I told you I'm one of you, it's okay.
-Vehicle inspection, open your trunk. -This is bull. Please let me go, now.
Exit the vehicle and open your trunk, sir.
You need to stop giving me orders.
-Is there a problem? -He says he's police but has no badge.
He's also refusing to open his trunk. His attitude is suspicious.
His car is damaged.
He must've had an accident. That warrants a breathalyzer test.
Aren't you overreaching a little?
It's okay.
Sorry, chief. It's just a misunderstanding.
Good evening, sir.
Good evening. I'm Lt. Blin, Crime Squad.
I forgot my badge at the hospital.
At the hospital?
Yes.
My mother died, and they're placing her in her coffin now.
I'm late, so… Do me a favor. One cop to another.
I would, sir, but isn't the hospital…
in the other direction?
What is your badge number?
811403. Hey! Don't touch my car, please.
A badge has seven numbers, sir.
I know, this just isn't a good time.
-We're going to verify it. Follow me. -No. Go ahead, I'll wait here.
I said don't touch my car!
-Calm down! -What are you doing?
Get him!
-Stop! -Chief!
So Thomas keeps all his cash in his locker. Smooth.
Do you know a better hiding spot than the station?
Well, he's screwed now!
Yes, whatever, just do it. Hurry up.
-Don't mess around! Toss it all! -What do you think I am?
Not too much at once. We mustn't clog it.
I'm doing my best, okay?
Fuck, it reeks!
-Come on, keep going! -Okay, I get it!
Fuck.
I'm truly sorry, Lieutenant.
This stays between us.
You can count on me.
MARC - THEY'RE HERE. DON'T COME.
Are you sure you don't want an escort, Lieutenant?
Three hundred kilos of cannabis.
Hidden in frozen shrimp packages?
Yes. The drugs were hidden using the rip-off method.
The drugs were loaded into a legitimate cargo shipment,
unbeknownst to the shipping company,
and received at the port in refrigerated containers
by accomplices, dock workers.
In Paris, I don't know, but… Sorry, Commandant,
but everyone here knows what a rip-off is.
In Paris, it's "Madam Commandant."
Are you here to give us a police exam or…?
No, let's just say I'll be examining your morals.
What's this?
That Internal Security report states
that officers in your unit are strongly suspected to be
turning a blind eye to those activities.
In exchange for bribes, considerable ones.
Dammit.
Is anyone there?
Daddy, your foot!
You all right, sweetie?
-Yes. -I'm back. Give me that.
-You all right? -It's about time.
Where were you?
-Why did you get her a toy like that? -She's the one who picked it out.
Like father, like daughter.
Why did you leave me all alone?
I'm sorry. But I'm here now.
But they're ready to close the casket.
I'm not going back in. I couldn't bear it.
Well…
Shall we rest a little in the meantime?
Yes, that's a good idea.
Give Daddy a kiss to give him strength.
I want to stay with you.
No, it's better if you stay with Auntie, okay?
-See you later. -Wait.
She wanted to be buried with this.
It's important to her.
Alcohol is allowed at the station?
A local custom, perhaps.
A two-hour drive just to go through my trash?
I'm not sure it justifies your expense reports.
That's why we're still searching.
Your staff's private cars are in the parking lot?
-Yes. -Very well.
Could you take my men there?
-Naomi. -Yes?
If you don't mind.
Go ahead.
Excuse me, Madam Commandant, the alcohol, it's…
This was an exception.
A colleague's mother passed away. We had a few drinks in her honor.
-That's all. -You're talking about Lt. Blin?
Yes. So what?
And where is this orphan cop?
At the hospital funeral parlor.
Okay.
You're going to harass him at a time like this?
Well.
May we proceed with the closing of the casket?
Okay.
You can put in whatever you wish, even valuables.
Don't worry, the room has surveillance cameras
to prevent theft from the deceased.
Gentlemen…
THEY KNOW WHERE YOU ARE
Excuse me, sorry.
THEY'RE GOING THROUGH EVERYTHING, EVEN THE CARS.
GOT ANYTHING IN THERE?
Is everything okay? Would you like to sit down?
No. I'll be fine.
Thank you.
Shit!
Excuse me.
Could I spend a few more minutes with my mother?
It's just that…
It's already past closing time.
I understand.
Here, for your troubles.
You have until 10:00 p.m.
Thank you.
And what are those for?
For my daughter.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Come on.
Come on!
SIGNAL DISTANCE OF 4 METERS
There. That's good, come on. Come, that's it.
No!
Come on.
Sorry, I'm a bad son.
Is anybody there?
Did you hear that?
I'm not sure.
I'll call security.
Motherfucker!
Yo.
-Security? -Hmm?
We can't get into Room 1
and there are strange noises. Could you check?
The video's out. That's weird.
Do you have the key?
Yes, but I can't leave my post just like that.
I'll tell the manager.
So, what do we do?
We wait, they're sending someone.
Wait for what?
You're right. We've got better things to do.
Come on!
Come on…
Stop right there!
It's okay…
It'll be okay…
No…
Please, hang up!
Hang up!
I'm sorry…
Is everything all right, sir?
Very well…
It's time.
Of course.
Sir!
The balloons for your daughter.
Oh yes, of course.
-Thank you. -There you go.
Fucking heavy, isn't it?
Don't drop it, it might open!
I'll be back, Mom.
I promise.
Thomas is putting me up until I find a place.
I was living at Mom's, but…
Want some more tea?
No, thank you, I'm not staying.
And this way, I can help with Louise.
It hasn't been easy for him since the divorce.
Yeah, I know.
I don't know what's keeping Thomas. An emergency, apparently.
It's okay. I'll see him at the station.
Louise! Come say bye to your godfather!
-It was nice of you to stop by. -No, no problem.
I wanted to attend the service,
but we had a crisis meeting. I couldn't get out of it.
Are you guys having problems?
That's a lovely police car.
Agathe bought it for me.
That was very nice of her.
I had no choice.
Some psychopath stole her toy at the hospital.
What? What an asshole!
Marc, when is Daddy coming back?
Exit the vehicle, sir.
Lt. Blin, Crime Squad.
It's not safe to park in the middle of the street.
Internal Affairs didn't stop by the funeral parlor to search your car?
-No. -Good.
So they found nothing.
-What did you expect them to find? -I don't know…
There was a nice bundle of cash in there.
You leave it there to get caught?
I had no choice. I had to toss it all.
You did good.
It must be your way of thanking me.
We'll split my share.
Don't bother.
Come on. Don't play that with me.
Home care, the nursing bed…
All that cash worked out for your mom.
Does Valérie suspect anything?
Excuse me?
How long's your wife been depressed?
Shooting up meds when you're not home.
You paid for her Swiss rehab. That costs a ton.
What do you tell her?
That our risk premiums shot up?
That finally, being a cop pays well?
That all that worry is worth it until you retire?
Is that what you're feeding her?
Why are you bringing up my wife?
Why are you bringing up my mom?
Sorry to bother you guys,
but a big fish got ratted out. Vaubour's ecstatic.
He wants to raid his hideout.
We gotta move!
-I need shells for the Benelli. -Yes.
What's all that gear?
-That? -Yeah.
Little C4 packages with time delay.
Cool! How do they work?
Hang on.
Look. Here's the detonator which is triggered via Bluetooth.
Yeah.
This is the emitter, inside this plastic case.
It's really discreet, like any old key chain.
-Yeah, that's crazy. -Then it's simple.
You press on the button, here,
the timer is preset to two minutes. Once it hits zero, boom!
Stop using your gadgets to flirt with her.
Hand me my vest instead of chit-chatting.
A hundred bucks says it gathers dust here.
We could test it.
You have to be trained with C4.
You only have to press a button.
We'll need it to blow open a door.
And us with it? No thanks. Quit dreaming.
The M3 will do just fine.
We're not going after Godzilla.
-Thank you. -See you later.
-Bye. -"Bye."
-Is he hitting on you? -No.
-Yes. -Absolutely not.
Here's your new girlfriend.
Manuel Barcelo. Already charged with drug trafficking,
associating with criminals and pimping. To top it off,
he's wanted by Interpol.
If we arrest him, it'll go down well. Got it?
After the Internal Affairs bitch's show, we need to boost our image.
-Do we have to say "bitch"? -Yes.
Come on, hit the road. Let's move.
Thomas, what are you doing?
Yeah, I'm coming.
-Well? -Nothing.
Where did that asshole go?
There's no one here.
We're sure he lives here.
He suspected we were coming and left.
He suspected nothing. He was tipped off.
What do we do?
We look for clues.
He can't have vanished into thin air.
Come on, get moving!
Shit! We look like idiots!
Can I help you, sir?
What are you doing?
Lt. Blin.
-Brigadier Bertin, hello Lieutenant. -Hello.
Someone reported a car accident. It must be here.
Was anyone hurt?
Yes, a hit and run, it seems.
-And who reported this? -An anonymous call.
Where did you go? Did you find anything?
Yes, this gentleman.
-Brigadier Bertin, good day. -Lt. Andrade.
What are you doing in the area?
Someone reported a strange accident on the 9th.
Strange? Meaning?
A reckless driver hit a man,
put him in his trunk and took off.
That guy has some nerve.
-Do you have a lead? -Not yet.
I need to check the surveillance footage.
Maybe we'll find something on our guy.
Can we also watch the tapes?
Want to see them tonight, Lieutenant?
I'm an officer in training.
Well. Okay. See you later.
See you later, Bertin.
-I'll take care of the video. -No.
It's fine. Thomas, go home.
Naomi, you handle the ticket report.
What? I'm not a secretary. I have to do the paperwork again?
Okay, I'll take care of it.
Thomas. Go home.
You need to take a breather.
Spend some time with your daughter. It'll do you some good. Okay?
-Marc, let me come… -No.
Stop. Marc is going, end of discussion.
Fine.
Now, let's move!
I've had enough of you guys.
-And gals. -Come on, you.
But seriously, you're a pain with your reports.
You're getting the hang of it!
We've got it, Lieutenant. The recordings from the 9th.
-Surprise! -What are you doing here?
You're so stubborn, I told you to stay home.
I couldn't let you die of starvation now.
-Fried chicken? -Yeah, it's on me.
Nice!
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Have any leads?
What have we got?
It happened here, but it's not clear. The image is cut off.
The quality is lousy, isn't it?
Come on, eat.
Wait.
-Back it up. -What?
I said go back.
Stop.
Play it back frame by frame.
Pause.
That's him.
Definitely.
-Look at the brake lights. -So what?
So what?
No other car's brake lights lit up except for this one.
That means, at some point,
the driver saw someone suddenly appear on the road.
He slammed the brakes, too late. And bam!
He hit the guy.
Let's see the photos.
Yes, it all fits.
Skid marks,
brake lights,
the debris from the impact.
Check out that dog.
It's looking at the accident.
It's there, surely.
Back it up a bit.
It's a gray BMW. Like yours.
It looks like it, yeah.
Zoom in on the license plate.
What's the first letter?
I see a "D."
Yeah.
Yeah, a "D," that's it.
Do you agree?
No, I would say an "O."
No, it's not an "O."
Wait, let's see the second one.
Fuck! Dammit!
Illegible, we see nothing.
Eat up, it'll get cold.
Come on.
Hi.
Hi, how are you?
Do you know when they'll pick up Mom's bed?
No, I've called them three times.
Is Louise asleep?
Yes, have you seen the time?
Sorry, but I did my best.
You don't see much of her these days.
Would you rather I quit?
Actually, I wanted to ask you about Mom's apartment.
Do you think I could move in?
It would be nice for my yoga classes.
I won't bother anyone.
What do you say?
There's a tenant in there with a lease.
We can't just evict him.
Well, you're a cop, aren't you?
I see no connection.
By the way…
Did you know she had a lover?
-Who? -Well, Mom.
Our mother had a lover? What?
Yes. Get this, yesterday, at the end of class, I was relaxing in Shavasana.
You know, the corpse pose.
All of a sudden,
I had a vision. A flash.
Like with your divorce. I wasn't wrong about that.
Yeah, great vision.
So what is it now?
Well, I saw a man close to Mom.
Lying down beside her.
A younger man.
I was shocked.
-Go ahead, continue. -Yeah.
Here we go.
Get in the right position. Spread your legs.
Yes, Lt. Blin, Crime Squad.
I'd like to report a man who's wanted by your force.
Can you write it down?
I'm not at my desk. Speak to one of my colleagues, or…
I saw Manuel Barcelo.
What did you say?
I said I saw Manuel Barcelo.
-If this is a joke, it isn't funny. -What?
It's a crime to report a wanted man?
-Fine, go ahead. -Can you write this down?
Yes, I'm listening.
I saw Manuel Barcelo.
You've already told me that. So, where is he?
That's what I wanted to ask you.
What is this bullshit? What's your game?
Tell me, Lt. Blin, where did you take him?
What?
What did you do with him after loading him into your car?
-My car? -Yes.
You're talking nonsense.
A gray BMW.
That's it, right?
Change the target and continue.
Okay, thank you.
Thomas?
Look.
3 in the chest, 1 in the head, at 25 meters away.
-Hey, I'm making progress. -Yeah.
I'm going to show Marc.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Not gonna answer it?
No, it's nothing.
Hello?
Okay, I'll tell him.
It's a guy who wants you to answer.
-Hello? -We got cut off, I believe.
I didn't finish my statement, Lieutenant.
Who the fuck are you?
Someone who knows you killed Manuel Barcelo.
I don't understand. Who are you?
Come on, Thomas, please. This is getting embarrassing.
No, sir, this must be a mistake.
A misunderstanding.
Don't be so tense.
After all, your car was fully restored, right?
My car?
I just had a little accident.
A minor crash covered by my insurance.
So I'll repeat, you're mistaken.
That's cute.
You even found an alibi for your car. Bravo.
That's enough. Stop calling me, asshole.
What if I told the police where you buried him?
That's it, I'm hanging up.
Careful, Thomas. If you hang up, I'll rat you out.
Don't hang up.
See, you did kill him.
-You lousy son of a bitch. -Calm down, Thomas.
Who the fuck are you?
Where'd you come from?
I'll let you think it over. Don't worry, we'll talk again soon.
One last thing, don't get smart with me. You hear me?
Don't get smart with me.
Fuck.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Where to?
Nowhere. I mean, yes…
I just came down to get my phone.
What's with your car? It looks brand new.
I got into an accident. Didn't I tell you?
No.
There you go…
They changed the whole front?
Yeah, no, I don't even know.
Well at least you didn't get hurt.
Yeah, no, I'm okay.
-Don't worry. See you. -Hey.
Is your mother buried in the cemetery by the sea?
Yes, why?
I got some intel. It's where Barcelo's cell was last active.
And?
And, well, nothing.
The area is too big,
there aren't enough relay towers, impossible to triangulate.
-That's too bad. -Yeah.
Okay.
-Your phone? -Yeah, my phone.
You forgot it again!
No, I got it this time.
-I'll see you upstairs. -Okay.
Hello?
For a cop, you suck at car chases.
What were you doing? I was waiting for you.
Well.
Did you think it over? Can we talk now?
Fine, I'm listening.
Good. You've become reasonable.
-I have just one question. -I'm listening.
I was wondering,
how did you see me bury him in pitch-black night?
The night is no obstacle, my friend.
I'm like a cat, I can see in the dark.
Cat, my ass. You saw nothing, you know nothing.
So, listen closely.
You can report me. I don't give a crap.
Dig wherever you want, you won't find Barcelo.
So, I'm going to hang up now.
And you can go fuck yourself, asshole!
There! Fuck!
There.
Tell me, are all vehicles that enter and exit
the station parking lot recorded?
Affirmative, Lieutenant.
All vehicle movements are recorded.
Do you want to see the list?
Is it possible to see who came and left this morning?
Yes.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Don't send them to me. I'll come get them.
Thanks a lot.
Why won't you answer my calls?
-What are you doing? -Why aren't you answering my calls?
Why won't you answer?
Thomas?
A cop? What do you mean?
What do you expect? This is a police station.
I thought he was a thief.
You know him?
Obviously, he's Lt. Blin.
He's part of my team.
-Do you have a problem with him? -No, no problem.
I guess I made a mistake. It's not him. Sorry.
I know, hitting a colleague is wrong.
You won't believe it but I thought you were someone else.
A thief. Sorry.
Are you okay?
Once again, my apologies. Lt. Blin, is it?
Capt. Marelli.
Miss, where's the bathroom?
Do I look like a restroom attendant?
At the back, in our locker room.
I can't believe it.
I got the wrong guy.
I don't know how.
You know that asshole?
I graduated with Marelli, yeah.
That's Antoine Marelli, head of Narcotics.
Exactly, yes. In the flesh.
-What's he doing here? -No idea.
We should report this.
No, we'd better not. No.
He beats up Thomas, takes a piss and we do nothing?
Precisely. We do nothing.
And we say nothing.
What?
Naomi!
But, Captain, your buddy, your classmate. He's a psychopath, he's bipolar.
He needs to be committed.
First, he's not my buddy.
Also, I'd love to hear your personality disorder diagnosis.
Finally, he blocked the Internal Affairs investigation.
What? Wait, how did he manage that?
He didn't want Internal Affairs snooping around drug busts.
That's Narcotics' territory.
One call from the top and it's over.
Anyway, he saved all your asses.
So we should thank him now?
Naomi, the police…
Are a family, I know.
-Smoke break authorized? -Yeah.
Leave it, I'll handle it. We'll have a calm discussion.
You scared me.
So you're a cop?
That worries you, huh?
The police always make us worried when we don't have a clear conscience.
What are you talking about?
The universe laughs at human morality.
Honest people die despite their honesty.
Evil people survive despite their evilness.
Too bad, but verifiable.
Especially by an officer.
Isn't that so, Lt. Blin?
What do you want?
It's about time. It's the first good question you've asked.
What I want…
Bring me Barcelo tonight.
Why?
Curiosity killed the cat, my friend.
Enough chit-chat. Just bring him to me.
I don't know how I can.
I have no idea where he is.
I feel we don't understand each other.
Get out of there! Get out!
Quit squirming! Quit squirming!
Submerging the airways will lead to bradycardia.
Your heartbeat will drop and start to slow down.
Come on, hold on!
-There! Come back! You're here! -No!
Look at me!
To avoid cardiac arrest,
you must reduce your body's need for oxygen.
-Got it? -Yes.
-Let's get back! -No!
Limit muscular strain, stay perfectly relaxed!
Focus on your vital functions.
There you go!
That's it, good.
That's good. Good.
There. That's good.
Fine.
I didn't get that.
Fine, I'll do it.
The benefits of breath-holding. I told you.
Well, I must be on my way.
I've got things to do.
And two guys alone so long in a bathroom,
people will gossip.
And don't forget.
Bring me Barcelo tonight.
I'll contact you.
I'm sorry, Mom.
MARIE-JEANNE BLIN MARCH 21 1930 - MAY 9 2021 - REST IN PEACE
Why the hell is he looking for a dead man?
There must be a reason.
BATTERY LEVEL LOW
What the fuck is that?
Fuck…
What is this?
SECURITY SAFE SERVICES PRIVATE VAULTS
Fuck, Manu, this is the 20th time I've called. You could've picked up.
I thought maybe Marelli took you out.
So, where are you?
Answer, you asshole!
You're not Manu.
Who are you?
Shit, who are you?
The number belongs to Michael Bourgi, 38 years old.
Arrested for fraud and computer hacking.
He's a small-time hacker.
He grew up in the same neighborhood as Barcelo
and they were spotted together recently.
Locate his position minute by minute and send me his photo.
That's crazy talk. We need a warrant from a judge.
Don't worry, I'll take responsibility.
-Was that Thomas? -Yeah.
-What's he doing? -That's what I'm wondering.
Shit. You're still working?
I have to check the tickets for the team.
I'll help you then.
So…
120 km/h in a 50 zone. Shit, that's no small infraction.
That's for sure.
Hey! Where do you think you are?
Police! Everybody move! Go, on get out!
-Everyone! -I didn't do anything.
My arm! Let me go of me!
-Bastard! -It's okay!
That's right. Come here.
Let me go!
WE ARE OPEN
SORRY WE'RE CLOSED
I don't know anything.
Okay, you're sure?
I told you, nothing. Please let me go!
Let's start with one hour in the dryer.
What? No! Wait!
I promise, I'll talk!
Why is Marelli after Barcelo?
-I don't know! -Okay, I believe you.
-Very well! -I don't know anything!
I swear!
Here's what we're gonna do. I suggest 1 hour 30 at 60 degrees.
Because it won't shrink your clothes.
-Bastard! -How about 80.
I'm not sure. Do you prefer that? You decide. Is 80 better?
-You're out of your mind! -I can't hear you. We'll go with 80, okay?
-Are you ready? -Wait!
I'll tell you everything!
-What? -I'll tell you everything!
Well, there you go!
I'm listening.
Marelli is looking for a key.
What key?
The key to a vault.
And what's in this vault?
I don't know! I swear!
-Great, come on. -Okay!
Let's go. Hold on!
-You're in for a real spin. -Wait!
-Let's go! -I'll tell you!
What's in that damn vault?
Money.
Drug money.
What drug money?
Fuck…
What are you talking about?
Marelli took advantage of his post at Narcotics
to get his hands on a portion of the drugs seized during raids.
Narcotics obtain enormous quantities.
They're meant to destroy it all.
And that's where Marelli and Barcelo came in.
They diluted the drugs in alcohol,
and sold it in private clubs.
It worked like a charm.
Just one taste and people were hooked.
Marelli's network grew bigger by the day.
The Ukrainian Bratva,
the Irish, the Chinese.
Everybody wanted to do business with him.
Marelli was becoming a major player and he loved it.
But Manu turned it all upside down.
He sold it all to the Albanians behind the boss' back.
Marelli was furious.
-He did the guys in. -What?
They were found in a fridge, in pieces,
in the hold of a tugboat.
The problem was that the drugs had vanished.
Manu had stored the cash in a secret vault only he had the key to.
Where's the key now?
On him.
Well, inside him.
Fuck, what am I doing?
Oh fuck…
Come on…
Thomas, don't move!
Don't move.
-What are you doing? -I didn't kill him.
Drop the knife.
-Drop the fucking knife! -Okay!
What is that?
Give it here.
I said give it!
Listen, I can explain everything. I didn't kill him, okay?
So why are you here?
Put your gun down and I'll explain.
Are you going to explain this ticket too?
Can you explain this?
Your car was damaged the day before your crash.
I'll explain, just lower your gun!
Marc, calm down.
Put these on.
Put the cuffs on.
Marc, stop.
I said put them on.
Put them on.
Marc, let's talk calmly, okay?
We'll talk calmly, I'll tell you everything.
-We're not model cops. -Okay.
But this is insane.
-This is nonsense. I swear… -Shut up!
Homicide, hit-and-run, body removal. Do you realize what that means?
That's life, guaranteed, with a minimum of 20 years inside.
What the fuck were you thinking?
Got anything to say?
Don't you give a damn about Louise or your daughter?
How old will she be when you get out?
What will you have done for her in all those years?
Nothing.
Fuck, I would've given anything to be a father.
And you…
You fucking idiot…
Why are we here?
We're not going to the station?
Hello, it's Andrade.
Are we meeting at the usual spot?
Okay.
This has gone too far, Thomas.
This is the end.
I'm returning the cash and not covering things up anymore.
Don't thank me, this isn't for you.
What is this?
A cop is blackmailing me.
Which cop?
Marelli, the head of Narcotics.
Shit…
It's true, I hit a guy with my car.
But he'd already been shot to death.
And when I…
-Hello? -It's me.
Is Lt. Andrade there?
Why?
-Is your colleague next to you? -Is that him?
Get out of the car, we have to talk.
Okay, I got out. Where are you?
Shut up and keep walking.
Do you see the sewer grates?
Yes.
Take a few more steps.
Okay, I'm here.
Then don't move.
Where are you, dammit? Hello?
Hello?
That asshole hung up.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
You see that? My dock worker's got good aim.
Are you crying?
He's crying.
You're sentimental now?
-Why'd you do that? -Let's get to business.
You had no reason to. I told you I would do it.
Quit bawling. Bring me Barcelo in the morning.
You know what?
It's over, I'm turning myself in!
You're finished!
You hear me? I'm telling them everything!
Oh yeah? You're gonna rat me out?
Sure about that?
Hang on a minute.
Who's there?
Capt. Marelli. I'm the one who called you.
Nice to meet you.
Thomas isn't home yet.
-Where are you? -I'm on the line with him.
-Come in. -Listen to me.
Listen to me! Okay! I'll bring you the body.
Good evening, miss.
Good evening.
-You must be Louise. -Yes, that's me.
Don't hurt them, please. I'll do it.
You'll get the body, don't hurt them!
Don't hurt my daughter! Please!
Louise?
Louise!
-Thomas, are you okay? -Where is he?
In the end, he said he'd come back later.
He couldn't stay.
Are you okay?
I'm fine. Just tired, that's all.
Well. She wanted to wait up for you. She just fell asleep.
UNKNOWN NUMBER NEXT TIME I'LL RIP HER EYES OUT
BRING ME THE BODY GPS: N 51"03"11 - E 2"18"40
-Why so far? -It's okay, isn't it?
You decided suddenly?
You wanted to take her on a weekend trip, now's your chance.
You're not coming with us?
No, I have to finish a thing at work.
I'll come after.
-So you're hunting Godzilla tonight? -I am.
You won't be disappointed. You'll see.
-To trigger the detonator-- -I press this button, right?
-Yeah, that's it. -I'll manage.
Careful, that thing's sensitive.
Don't worry.
You wanted his body, you son of a bitch, I'll bring you his body. Here.
Hello?
Don't come any closer.
Stop there.
Bring the body.
Put it here.
We said no weapons.
Back up.
It's my keys, okay?
Turn around.
Nice and cozy.
-The bullet holes, that was you? -Yeah, that was me.
I shot him and then you ran him over.
So, who do you think killed him?
You or me?
You want him, you got him.
You want a receipt?
Okay, I'm leaving.
Thomas.
Clever, aren't you?
You wanted to use my service weapon
to make it look like a suicide?
An email goes out tomorrow if I die.
Everything's in it.
The rerouted drugs, the hooker bars,
Barcelo's murder.
And Lt. Andrade's.
You killed my best friend, asshole.
I'm sure you've done much worse, but you'll get life.
That's it? That's all you've got?
What do you want? To kill me?
Go ahead, shoot!
Shoot and it's over for both of us. Go ahead, shoot!
What are you gonna do? Shoot?
Shoot or put the gun down? Go ahead, I'm looking at you!
Why is that idiot coming back?
That's enough, leave me alone.
Here, take your gun.
A cop losing his gun is no good. It'll also lead to an investigation,
and that's never good.
Blanks, I can't believe it. Here.
All right.
-Thomas, come back here. -Oh, shit.
-Thomas, come back. -What?
Your little schemes at the dock, you deserve better.
-You could make real cash with me. -Leave me alone!
Come here!
Wanted to fuck me over, did you?
I'm gonna torture you.
No!
Okay, let's go.
You didn't forget to feed the fish?
Don't worry about that.
I have to go now, all right?
Daddy's working, but I'll call you later.
I love you, Daddy.
I love you too.
So, to sum up…
Misappropriation and trafficking of drugs,
murdering a police officer, hit-and-run,
corpse removal, theft and use of explosives.
You'll have to bury all this shit, Vaubour.
-Do you know how? -Affirmative, Chief.
If this gets out to the new prefect,
it would be the end of us.
Nothing will get out. You have my word as a man.
Well, otherwise, Vaubour, you'll be taking the fall for everything.
You have my word as a civil servant.
What about Lt. Blin?
I knew you'd be here.
Vaubour told me you quit the force.
Sorry. I wasn't in the mood for leaving drinks.
What are you going to do now? Any plans, or…
I'm going to try to be a father.
Well I think it's great you gave your severance pay to Marc's wife.
It won't bring him back, but…
No, it won't.
Vaubour told me you aced your internship.
Yeah, yesterday.
Good job.
Thank you.
You're the future now.
So don't be like us.
I was put in charge of investigating Marc's death.
After his body was transferred to Forensics
we went through his car.
Well, what was left of it.
And?
I reckon it would be best if no one found this.
Especially not the Internal Affairs bitch.
I'm no longer getting involved in this.
I just didn't want Marc's memory to be tarnished.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
It's "Madam Lieutenant."
Your pass?
Insert the key and enter your code.
Thanks.
Is this for a withdrawal?
-Yes. -How much?
All of it.
SECURITY SAFE SERVICES
Come on.
Subtitle translation by: James Preston