All language subtitles for Squad.36.2025

Thank you.

Vinny to all units. Mahmoudi just exited.

Stand by for now.

Target is moving.

Crossing the street. He's wary.

-He's taking the subway. -I'll follow on foot.

Walid, no heroics. We're here to locate him.

Don't worry.

Target exiting. He played me.

What's this motherfucker up to?

Come back, Walid. He's taking a taxi. Come back.

All units, target entering a black Mercedes taxi.

License plate is Bravo, Sierra, 556, Delta, Alpha.

I repeat, black Mercedes. Bravo, Sierra, 556, Delta, Alpha.

Sami, you're up. Rue David d'Angers.

Watch out!

All units, we're taking Fraternité.

Sami for Antoine. Where to?

He's headed your way. You should see him soon.

All units, we're joining Sérurier.

-Antoine, Richard, stay put. We're on him. -Copy.

Vinny for Sami, we're in traffic on Rue de Mouzaïa.

We're stuck on Sérurier at a red light.

Motherfucker. He's double backing.

Hanna, take over. Antoine, he'll drive past you.

-He did a U-turn. -Okay, I'm on him.

Unbelievable.

-Antoine, can you see him? -He just drove past. We're following.

Move!

Speed up.

-Vinny, Walid, where are you? -Sérurier, heading your way.

I'm splitting. He turned right. Antoine, where are you?

Yes, I saw. Headed your way.

Careful, it's a dead end. He's turning.

Headed out. Still in the taxi.

Antoine, Richard, where are you?

We got busted. He's on Boulevard d'Indochine.

Fall back.

-I'll take over. -Copy that.

Turning onto Périgueux.

-Sami, you're up. -Okay.

-Vinny, where the fuck are you? -Corner of Belleville-Pixérécourt.

Hanna, take over.

Heading back. I have a visual. He's taking Plâtrières.

I'll take over at the junction. Vinny, what's your position?

Still stuck. Fucking hell!

What the fuck is he doing?

Son of a… He just got out. Where are you?

Sami, what now?

He's taking a bike. We'll lose him on the footbridge.

Hanna, follow him.

Antoine!

What's your name?

Antoine.

Antoine what?

Just Antoine.

Why are you tailing me, Antoine?

You know why.

Don't even try.

Too many people.

I'll be seeing you.

Here's to Search and Intervention, Hanna and Antoine

for a spectacular motorbike chase.

And Walid, who got busted in the subway like a rookie.

He got you good!

Counter surveillance is Lesson 101 of police academy.

If you went to the academy.

Right, Walid? That's the problem with ex-forces.

Fifteen years in the Foreign Legion, crawling in shit under the sun,

makes you soft in the head. We don't blame you.

You wouldn't last three days in survival training.

Especially you with that Freddie Mercury mustache.

What do we do about Mahmoudi?

Well, we'll have to hang tight until he resurfaces.

I think he'll lie low for a while.

What about the informant? What's he saying?

Nothing, he went off the grid.

Back to square one.

We should've grabbed him outside the bar.

But the orders were to locate him and identify his contacts.

We had nothing on him.

I just got my head handed to me by the director general.

But I'll still drink with you.

Well, as you can imagine,

the op didn't get unanimous support at the top.

-Meaning? -Thanks, Hanna.

Let's say that the prefect and some tight-assed ministry members

didn't appreciate a motorbike rodeo on Paris's streets.

For real?

You read the last memo, didn't you?

No excessive use of force in public. Too many incidents.

I did convince Internal Affairs

not to initiate proceedings for public endangerment

after some dumbass motorists filed complaints after witnessing your chase.

Next time you cross the line, I won't be much help.

Public endangerment, really?

We'll have to kiss goodbye to our eight-euro hazard pay.

Do you do this job for money? No.

For the glory.

The glory?

A little bit.

Glory is the sun of the dead.

And a dead cop is a useless cop.

-Hanna, you okay after your fall? -Yeah, fine. Thanks, boss.

That's what matters. No one got hurt.

Tomorrow is another day.

Bye, everyone. Good night.

-Night, boss. -Good night, boss.

What is it? Do you count steps or is there a mark on the ground?

-What? -I don't know.

You always take my hand at the same spot, like crossing a safety perimeter.

You're my safety.

My place tonight?

I'll give you a lift.

Antoine, please don't go.

It's the last time.

I promised Marcus. I don't have a choice.

He'll get you into deep shit one day.

You know that? You'll lose everything.

I've got to go.

Gentlemen, listen up.

No spitting, no biting, no gouging.

Nothing below the belt.

No time limits.

The only way to win is to be the last man standing.

May the best man win.

Get up!

Here's your money.

Thank you.

I have another fight if you're interested.

Some thug from Aubervilliers. I think he has beef with you.

I'm done, Marcus.

Five times more than today. Think about it.

I have thought about it.

Three fractured ribs, a crushed rib cage,

and a punctured left lung for Ibrahim Bouchouari.

Fracture to the left forearm, nose, and jaw for Dylan Malouda.

And finally, head trauma

and multiple face fractures,

resulting in a 24-hour coma for Mr. Saïd Nguyen.

You call that self-defense?

I call it persecution.

Plus, you had just participated in an illegal fight for payment,

arranged by your friend Marcus Reinhart.

You must concede that this isn't compatible

with the rules defined by the Policing Code of Ethics.

How long have you been doing martial arts?

Since I was ten.

Didn't anyone tell you that a fighter's greatest quality is self-control?

What do you want?

To make me feel guilty?

They attacked me. I told you, I didn't do anything.

I'm trying to make you understand

that it will be hard for me to keep you in the squad.

All I can do, given your record and your superiors' evaluations,

is to prevent a disciplinary board hearing and a suspension.

I suggest you join a less active department.

With less field work.

Bobigny police station is understaffed. They'll gladly take you on.

Bobigny?

Yes, Bobigny. I'm sorry.

Why did you agree to that stupid fight?

What do you want?

To beat up every suburban scumbag who has beef with cops?

Your mother already lost a son, Antoine. You think she wants to lose another?

The director of Bobigny is a friend.

I'll ask him to ignore her dumb request and get you on the Anti-Crime Squad.

At least you can still do your job,

without having to sit at a desk and file paperwork.

Just a couple of years. Then you can come back. You have my word.

I know what you think.

Cops fall.

The bad guys keep on dancing.

The world doesn't make sense.

I'm off. Good luck for the future.

We all know.

Come for a drink.

No, I'm fine. Forget it, Sami.

Hey, look. What time is it? Five to?

-Yeah. -I give the orders for five more minutes.

Come on. The others are waiting.

Come on.

Wait!

You okay?

What do you want?

Are you okay?

Antoine!

For auld lang syne, Antoine

For auld lang syne

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne

Is that fight of yours still on?

Where is he?

With the doc, getting stitched up.

How bad is he?

He got ripped to pieces.

He brought him in and called us.

Antoine called him to arrange a fight with a big shot from Aubervilliers.

A dealer who wanted to beat up a cop.

It went to shit in the ring.

Meaning?

It seems Antoine let him beat him to a pulp.

Richard, did you get his statement?

Not yet.

Right then.

Take all the men you need and find a way to bring me the guy who mangled Antoine.

And everyone who witnessed this shit.

-This can't get out. -Okay, boss.

I'll handle him. Hanna, you should stay with Antoine.

Okay.

Antoine!

Answer me, for fuck's sake!

What are you doing?

Vinny, it'd be nice if you answered my calls.

-I'm on bad terms with my phone. -Why? Are you in trouble?

Do you know a cop who isn't?

-Another whiskey, please. -Yeah, one second.

-Double? -Yeah.

-Another, Walid? -No, thanks. No more for me.

Where's Richard? Haven't seen him around. Isn't he with you?

No, he's not.

Two mojitos, please.

Coming right up!

Pass your card.

-Here you go. -Sacha? Same again, please.

Whiskey and coke.

That was fast.

Slow down. Vinny, we're on an op tomorrow.

I don't give a shit.

Vinny, we always come through in the end.

Fuck off, Walid.

It'll be okay.

Trust me.

I'll drive you home. You're too drunk.

Cut it out!

If you want to keep sucking Sami's dick, go ahead. I'm done.

Just go. Leave me alone.

Get your card ready.

Ice, please.

Coming. Hold on.

What's going on, Vinny? Why won't you tell me?

Talk to me.

-Don't worry. Give me another-- -No, you've had enough.

Have a good night.

Antoine Cerda. Leave a message.

Antoine, it's me. Yeah…

Sorry to call so late, man.

But it's important. I need to see you.

We fucked up. I can't talk on the phone--

Yeah.

Hi, Antoine. It's Sami.

Vinny was shot last night.

I wanted… to tell you before you heard it on the news.

How did it happen?

Some fucker waited in a parking lot. Shot him in his car.

All our men are on it.

If you want to attend the funeral…

you know where to go.

Bye.

Antoine, it's me. Yeah…

Sorry to call so late, man.

But it's important. I need to see you.

We fucked up. I can't talk on the phone--

What's up, Titus?

Heard about our colleague?

Yeah, we worked together.

Was he a friend?

We were all friends.

Motherfuckers.

Killing a cop like that. At night, in cold blood.

What do you think it was? Gangland killing? Revenge?

I have no idea.

Antoine!

There's a woman at reception. She says it's important.

-Did she give her name? -Esteves.

You worked with her husband.

-See you in the parking lot. -Okay.

Sofia?

Richard is missing, Antoine.

What do you mean, missing?

He has been at Barbanes Clinic for a month.

The director called me eight days ago.

He escaped from his room and vanished.

After last night, I'm afraid something has happened to him.

Why was he at Barbanes?

After you left, the whole dynamic changed.

Hanna joined the narcs.

Sami shut down.

Vinny lived by night after his divorce and…

Richard followed suit.

I haven't heard from him in eight days.

-Did you report him missing? -The same day.

I gave the officers his picture. They said they'd put his name on file.

Something terrible is happening, Antoine. I'm sure of it.

Three officers from the Crime Squad came by this morning.

Asking tons of questions about Richard.

They combed the whole house.

They didn't find anything and just left with no explanation.

Do you know who it was?

It was a woman.

She said I should call her if Richard contacts me.

Cécile Wagner. Their new boss.

What does Sami say? Did you try contacting him?

Several times, but no answer.

Okay.

I'll see what I can do, all right?

But I can't promise anything.

Here.

I have to go. Sorry.

Central to TNZ. A body has been found on a vacant lot near Abreuvoir.

Looks like one of our own. Anti-Crime is waiting for you there.

Okay, on our way.

-Morning. -Hello.

-Thanks for coming so fast. -Has Crime been informed?

Yes, but they had car trouble. They'll be here soon.

-And the body? -Shot in the head.

A worker found him when he arrived.

Captain Cerda?

Dr. Claire Budzinski. I'm the chief psychiatrist in charge here.

-We spoke on the phone. -Good evening, Doctor.

Richard Esteves was my patient.

Therefore, you understand that I can't disclose any information.

Physician-patient confidentiality.

Yes, but the fact that he escaped a facility

for which you are solely responsible should be enough to bend that rule. Right?

What was Richard suffering from?

It's called Sérieux-Capgras delusional interpretation.

Paranoia, if you prefer.

I assume officers searched his room.

They weren't just officers. They were from the Crime Squad.

Did they find anything?

Richard had nothing except spare sweats and his toiletries.

This is it.

Who did he talk to here, apart from you?

Nobody.

The only person I occasionally saw him talk to

was his old neighbor, Victor Garnier.

Where can I find him?

At this hour, probably on the bench by the river, like every night.

Why is he here?

He lost his wife and daughter in a car crash.

He was driving.

Victor Garnier?

What do you want with him?

To talk about Richard Esteves. Is that possible?

I already told those CS assholes everything.

Who are you anyway?

Antoine Cerda. Anti-Crime Squad, department 93.

But I was in S and I with Richard.

Right, you got fired. I know.

I know your story.

What do you want to know?

What he might have told you.

You're the only one he talked to, apparently.

Yeah, "talked."

Talked… That's a strong word.

Your friend was off his rocker, always spouting crap.

What kind of crap?

Just crap.

He said he was tangled up with some big-shot crook

who was part of an international organization that wanted him dead

and his family too.

That management had let them down after a classified national security op

that he and his team had screwed up. Anyway…

Paranoid bullshit.

That's why he was hiding here.

Didn't he tell you what the op was?

No.

He said they'd fucked up real bad and that they would all pay.

Who's "they"?

That, my friend…

I'm no psychic.

Ask him when you find him.

If you ask me, by now,

he's probably hanging from a tree

or sucking on the barrel of his gun before he blows his brains out.

That's how they all end up.

And the crook he got tangled up with…

Did he say his name?

No, he just said it was a big team,

and if the case became public,

it would backfire on everybody.

You don't know where he might be?

An address… Some detail that could help me?

Help you how?

I told you, he was off his head.

Nothing like the Richard I used to know.

What do you mean?

I was his supervisor when he started at Judicial Police HQ 15 years ago.

We worked together for five years before he joined S and I.

Do you have a cigarette?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

The new generation of cops.

They don't smoke, don't drink.

Do you have sex at least?

He liked you in any case.

He often talked about you…

how they screwed you over.

Do you want my advice?

Wherever he is, leave him there.

Why would you say that?

Just because.

If what he said is true,

you'll end up here or in a cemetery with no one who'll listen.

Now…

if you like trouble,

take this piece of paper and call that number.

Richard told me to call it if anything happened to him.

I didn't tell the others. Only you know. You're on your own.

Just because you seem decent.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Why are you here?

We need to talk, Hanna.

About what?

You asshole. It's been six months!

You didn't even come to your friends' funerals.

I know, I'm sorry. It wasn't personal.

Glad to hear it's not personal.

What do you want?

I have a favor to ask.

-Are you still friends with the ID girls? -Why?

Some guy at Barbanes Clinic gave me a number.

I don't know whose it is. I keep calling it.

-I just need to identify it. -Barbanes?

Yeah, Richard was there for a month.

He had a friend.

He gave him this number to call if there was ever a problem.

I don't know what you guys did or what happened.

-But this is bad. -I don't know. I'm a narc now.

-Ask Sami. -Sami's AWOL. I don't know where he is.

Too bad.

I spoke to Balestra. He said it was ancient history and to stay out of it.

I don't know what's going on. I don't get it.

But it's upsetting a lot of people.

Really, who?

Wagner and her hounds.

What are you saying?

They're to blame for this?

Bullshit.

Take this number, please.

Find out whose it is and I promise to leave you alone.

You're an asshole.

Thanks.

Do you remember any names he might have mentioned?

To you or anyone else for that matter.

-You know him. He kept it to himself. -It's important, Sofia.

Richard is caught up in something. That's why he's hiding.

What makes you say that?

The guys that came here… Did they say what they were looking for?

No.

Apart from his behavior, did you… notice anything different about Richard?

I don't know, his lifestyle, for example.

Did he bring a lot of cash home? Was he spending more?

No, he spent a lot on alcohol.

I even found coke in his pockets.

Okay.

Well…

If you remember anything,

a name, an address, anything that could help me,

call me on this phone, all right?

Don't use your cell. It's tapped.

And if there's anything I can do, you know I'm here, right?

Thank you.

You think something happened to him?

I don't know, Sofia.

I have no idea.

Easy, Cerda. Crime Squad.

Ms. Wagner is in the car. She wants to talk.

Okay.

Captain Cerda.

I'd like us to resolve this situation once and for all.

I know you and Captain Esteves were close friends

and colleagues at S and I.

I understand your concern. I respect it.

Nonetheless, I must ask you to stop looking for him.

And to focus only on your own work,

which is to maintain law and order and ensure public safety on the streets.

Richard is my friend.

I'm doing this for his wife.

A friend?

Whom you haven't contacted since leaving Search and Intervention?

Is that right?

Let us handle the concerns and the pain of Mrs. Esteves.

Mind your own business and it'll all be fine.

Think about your future.

I can't imagine you as a security guard in some mall.

Is that a threat?

No. That's what happens to people who don't listen.

We're done here. Thank you, Captain.

Yeah?

I got the info you asked for.

-Go ahead. I'm listening. -Not over the phone. I'm at HQ.

The number belongs to an escort girl, Kristina Dankeva.

She lives in a building near Bir-Hakeim.

She was arrested for drug use and trafficking.

-Did you know? -About what?

About Richard and this girl.

No, I didn't know.

I left when the others derailed. I didn't want any part of it.

What do you mean?

When you left, Sami couldn't stomach your transfer. He felt it was unfair.

He started to lose it, involving the others in shady stuff.

Meaning?

Ever heard of the SIT?

Yes, the Special Investigation Team.

It was dissolved two years ago. How is Sami involved?

Just after you left,

they reinstated it and asked Sami to run it.

Backed by the fuckers who got you fired.

And the others followed?

You know how persuasive Sami can be.

Plus the hazard pay… They didn't take much convincing.

What about you?

I told you, I'd left. I didn't want to get involved.

Who else knows about the SIT?

Only a few. It's pretty confidential.

How do you know?

I saw Richard at the Rex Club.

He was wasted. He spilled the beans.

He didn't go into details.

Just that they'd gone too far and would pay for it.

What will you do with her?

I'll go to her place and see what she has to say.

I'd drop it if I were you.

Talk to Wagner. She's running the investigation.

I just did. I have to drop it if I don't want any trouble.

You like trouble. It's in your DNA.

Sorry, it's all I have.

Thanks anyway.

For what?

For this.

Are you mad at me?

Six months with no news.

You never answered my messages. What do you think?

Of course I'm mad.

I couldn't stand being back at square one.

No one judged you. You couldn't see that.

Right, but I didn't want to disappoint you.

About what?

I didn't care about you going back there.

Even sat behind a desk, nothing would have changed.

You never even listened to my messages.

I did. I did, but…

But what?

But what?

I've got to go.

"I want people to know that through chaos, I found my way."

"Through suffering, I was reborn."

Who said that?

Dan Fante.

And is it true?

Yeah, it is.

Partly because of you.

And you…

do you still fight?

Why do you do it?

I started fighting because of my dad.

He'd beat my brother and me.

He hit my mother too.

One night, he came home. He was…

He was wasted.

He started beating my mom.

I thought he was going to kill her.

I lost it and knocked him out.

That's it. I was 17 and I ran away from home.

He never wanted to see me again.

Your mother stayed with him?

Yeah, he was all she had left.

My brother crashed his bike six months later.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

I needed time.

I love you.

I really have to go.

I won't be long.

Kristina? It's the police.

What do you want?

I'm Richard's friend. We need to talk.

Can I come in?

-No, I only let clients in. -It's important.

When did you last see Richard?

I don't know.

I know you are in touch.

If you know where he is, tell me. He's in danger. You are too.

Hey, Kristina. I'm not your enemy.

I just want to know where he is.

I don't know where he is. He came by last week, but nothing since.

Did he say why he was hiding?

No. He just said he was in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Trouble.

How did you two meet?

He saw my ad online.

-What are you doing? -Your pin.

Don't make me call backup to search the place.

Your PIN, please.

Three-seven-four-nine.

Seven… Fuck. Seven-three-four-nine. I forgot.

Fuck this.

Is Richard's number in here?

It's an old number, disconnected.

-How'd you contact him? -He calls me.

-On what number? -I don't know. It changes.

Where was this?

At the Rex Club.

Who are the girls with you?

Friends.

Their names?

I don't know.

You're not much help.

I don't remember. I forgot. Ships in the night.

Do you know them?

No, I'd never seen them before.

May I?

Take this.

If Richard contacts you, call me on this number, okay?

It might save his life.

He's supposed to call to fix a meeting.

5,000 euros, and I'll tell you where and when.

Hi, it's Hanna. Leave a message.

Hanna, it's Antoine.

I just sent you a photo.

If you could just ID the girls and the guy next to Mahmoudi, please.

Thanks.

Let it go, Antoine.

It will only lead to trouble.

So I've heard.

Hey, Richard, relax. It's just you and me, all right?

Yeah, you're right. I should relax.

Yeah.

-Where are you taking me? -An apartment in Saint-Mandé.

Stop sulking. It's all I could find.

Can you tell me why I can't go home?

-Why can't I go home? -Stop shouting!

Ask that hooker of yours!

If she hadn't opened her mouth, we wouldn't be here!

Which cops went to see her?

Antoine. He's looking for you.

I don't get it. How is Cerda involved? He has nothing to do with this.

No idea. Ask him when you see him.

Listen to me, Richard. Listen.

You're going to hide where I drop you off. Hey, it's important.

You can last until I sort it.

The fuckers are closing in.

I can feel it.

Why are you here?

We need to talk.

Do we?

Yeah.

You want to come back?

-There are two free spots. -Three, with Richard's.

Nothing proves he is dead.

What went wrong, Sami?

What do you mean?

Two of your guys got killed. Another is missing.

Who are you fooling?

Talk to the investigators.

I want to hear it from you.

Richard didn't turn paranoid overnight. Something made him flip.

And you must know about it.

Do you know how many cops kill themselves a year?

More than one a week.

It doesn't mean they were crooked or they flipped out, as you put it.

Know why they do it?

Because they're fed up.

They're sick of being shit on all day by guys they're meant to protect.

Richard was no exception.

Where were you when he went off the rails?

When he started searching his office every morning for mics?

When he changed phones every week?

When he thought he was being followed and became a danger to others?

Where were you?

Because I was there.

-I sent him for treatment. -Cut the crap.

Richard is used to rough times.

-I know something triggered him. -A trigger?

What can I say?

Rumors are spreading, Sami. Stop fucking me around.

Let them spread. Mind your own business. Advice from a former friend.

I won't ask why you were in a club with Mahmoudi and these hookers.

Best not to.

Ever heard of SIT?

Should I have?

As you wish.

Say hi to Hanna for me.

I heard you were seeing her again. Just a rumor.

Don't talk about Hanna, Sami.

Yeah?

Richard called. I have the time and place of the meeting.

Got my cash?

Yeah, I'll have it.

11 p.m. Clignancourt lot. Top floor.

-Good evening. -Evening.

-Where's the cash? -Here.

Where's Richard?

On his way. Give me the cash.

No, you get it when I see Richard. Where is he?

Don't be a prick. Give me--

Why didn't you follow my advice, Captain Cerda?

It would have spared you time in custody and a disciplinary

that we are unfortunately obliged to proceed with.

Plus, a young sex worker died because of you.

Sadly, I know that nobody cares.

But she happened to be our only way to get to Richard Esteves.

The shells found in Clignancourt parking lot

match those found at the crime scenes

where Captain Vinny Segura and Major Walid Jabrane were murdered.

According to comparison tests carried out by forensics,

they are from the same firearm.

A SIG-Sauer semi-automatic pistol, model SP 2022,

registered in our system as the weapon

of Richard Esteves.

Richard wouldn't kill other cops. It doesn't make sense.

Sense?

Fifteen years of policing taught me there's no such thing in human behavior.

How did you trace everything back to the girl, Kristina Dankeva?

A guy in the room next to Richard gave me her number.

-Is that right? -Yes.

And you chose to keep that to yourself?

Too bad.

A different decision may have prevented her death on your conscience.

Is there anything else you know that we do not, Captain Cerda?

What could I know that you don't?

This is serious, Antoine.

You're not behind bars

just so we can avoid sparking an unprecedented scandal.

A cop who kills cops?

Can you imagine the shockwaves if the media got hold of that?

The DA and the prefect are willing to overlook your involvement last night.

But they ordered your suspension.

Until further notice.

Well, until Richard is stopped and the whole thing dies down.

So I have to ask you for your badge and your firearm.

It goes without saying that you must be discreet about this case.

As we will be regarding the 5,000 euros

you borrowed from the evidence room.

Which we ask you to return promptly.

I'm sorry, Antoine.

So?

Fucking suspended.

How long?

I don't know.

Until they come up with a flowery story to cover up their shit.

Fucking bastards. So what are you gonna do?

Keep looking for Richard before they find him.

You just got your ass kicked. They won't miss next time.

If I were you, I'd lie low. Keep my head down.

Why are you like a dog with a bone?

Because he's my friend.

Well, send Zoé my regards. And watch your ass.

Vodka, please.

-Vodka? -Yeah.

You want ice?

No, thanks.

-I'm feeling generous. -Thanks.

Can I talk to the boss?

-The boss? -Yeah.

I'm the boss. What do you want?

I was in Search and Intervention. A friend of Vinny Segura.

Look, cops already questioned me about that.

Why don't you talk to them?

Can't you see I'm busy?

The mustached guy next to Vinny, who is he?

You're pissing me off.

Don't make me call security, okay?

Have your drink, go home or dance. Do something.

Don't hang around here. Okay?

Go on. Move it.

Come on, leave her alone.

Fuck, it's kicking off.

Get lost!

-Yeah? -I've ID'd the guy with Karim Mahmoudi.

It's Serge Oswald.

Linked to organized crime. Known to our teams.

I've compiled all the info I could get. You want it now?

-In an hour at my place? -Okay.

Anything on Mahmoudi?

Nothing. No contacts or known address.

I inquired at Interpol. They say he's still in North Africa.

All right. See you.

Come here, motherfucker. Come here.

Move.

On your knees. On your knees, I said!

We've met before.

The bike chase. That was you.

Antoine.

I heard you're looking for me. Here I am. What do you want?

Richard Esteves.

What about him?

-Is he alive or did you kill him too? -What are you talking about?

I saw a photo of you with Sami Belkaïm and Richard Esteves at the Rex.

And?

Why were you with cops who've been after you for years?

None of your business.

Why did you kill them?

One, I didn't kill anyone.

Two, I don't know or care where Richard is.

Three, stop busting everyone's balls with your meddling.

I just want to know.

Did you search him?

Antoine Cerda.

I know your name now.

And your address.

So listen carefully.

Forget about me.

Unless you want me to come and break your arms and legs. Understood?

Antoine, it's me. Where the hell are you? I've been waiting for an hour.

Work called. I have to go. I left everything in the mailbox.

But I'm worried.

Please call me so I know you're okay.

I hope you know a good moving company and you like the north.

If this isn't sorted in the next 48 hours,

we'll all be on the same boat.

Well, to do that, we need to collaborate.

Intelligence is getting nowhere. Cops won't talk. CS guards their info.

That's the problem with classified cases.

What do you suggest?

Cerda.

He's rabid, but efficient.

Efficient? And dangerous.

That was in your report when you had him fired.

He was found last night in a parking lot of an industrial park near Argenteuil.

Some guys tied him up and beat him.

A patrol unit picked him up.

Of course, he refused to press charges.

Or see a doctor. He won't say a word.

All we know is that he was abducted outside the club

where Vinny Segura hung out before he was shot.

Witnesses saw two guys pull him off the street and into a black van

with German plates.

It's all we have.

That's what I'm saying.

He's the only person to get anywhere or make any progress.

Why don't you rehabilitate him?

Ask that asshole Nabavian.

He decides. He's been shitting his pants since the investigation started.

Meaning?

When this gets solved, much of it will have to remain secret.

I'm not sure Antoine can keep his mouth shut.

That's why he was sidelined.

What about you?

Me?

I learned to keep mine shut. With time.

I spoke to the lab. The comparison tests are clear. It's the same killer.

No, it's the same weapon. We don't know about the killer.

Okay. I scrambled two of my teams this morning

to search the S and I offices again.

They're running the investigation now. You are no longer needed.

What do you mean?

On the prefect's instructions with the DA's approval.

-Sorry, there's nothing I could do. -What does this mean?

It means we lie low and let the Crime Squad handle it.

I did get an authorization to raid the Rex Club tonight to question everyone.

And try to find the girl Cerda spoke to. It all stems from that fucking club.

Why was he there anyway? Do you know anything?

Well, a suspension doesn't mean he can't drink where he wants.

Keep covering for your soldiers and you'll go down with your troops.

Are you aware of that?

I'll leave you to it.

I'm sorry, Antoine.

Richard would never have shot her.

Can we talk?

I don't know.

You usually summon people before talking to them.

Look, Captain, I don't always agree with your methods.

Or how you think, but you're a good cop.

Enough. Flattery will get you nowhere.

What do you want?

I possess information that could help you with the case.

I'm not a cop anymore. Go tell someone who'll listen.

Your friend Richard Esteves is being used as a scapegoat.

And you know that.

You don't escape from a psychiatric clinic to kill old colleagues in cold blood.

Who did it then?

We don't know.

Our department has been investigating Sami Belkaïm's team for several months.

Rumors suggest they were engaging in illegal activities

for the Ministry of the Interior and the watchdog.

Belkaïm and his team worked jointly with Narcotics

on a group from Gennevilliers led by a certain Karim.

A man we're still unable to identify,

but we did intercept a phone conversation about a drug run that went south.

This Karim called Belkaïm from a prepaid phone,

saying his guys were robbed overnight,

his nephew Ichem, the convoy leader, was missing,

and he needed Belkaïm's help

to find the people who did it.

Apparently, that's when Esteves became paranoid.

And all hell broke loose.

Why are you telling me?

I think you know who Karim is.

I need you to help me stop him.

Is that so? And what do I get out of it?

Don't you want to know who tried to kill your girlfriend?

If you had concerns about Belkaïm and his team,

why didn't you arrest and question them? Huh?

It may have prevented their deaths and the subsequent shitstorm.

We were under orders not to take any action against Belkaïm's team.

Speaking of which, we were just pulled off the case.

It's in the Crime Squad's hands now.

Why is that?

National interest.

Cops don't get killed out of national interest. I won't believe that.

Cops get killed over anything nowadays.

Management prefers a dead cop to a corrupt one, as you know.

I don't know what mess you're in, but you look like hell.

You look like my dad

when he heard my mom was cheating on him with his brother.

He killed them both that night at dinner.

Then he blew his brains out.

He just forgot one thing. My brother and I were still at the table.

There she is.

The beast.

Just bring her back in the same condition, that's all I ask.

All right? Here.

And the gun?

Beretta 92 with two magazines. It's all in the glove box.

Thanks, Marcus. I owe you one.

You're welcome.

Watch your ass.

In the late morning, police officers from a specialized unit raided

the former Judicial Police HQ, at 36 Quai des Orfèvres,

home of the prestigious Search and Intervention Squad.

This time, the members of the squad themselves were the targets.

Their offices were thoroughly searched

and officers were questioned by their colleagues.

According to our sources, it seems that this clampdown

is in relation to the investigation

involving the disappearance of Captain Richard Esteves,

the murders of Captain Vinny Segura and Major Walid Jabrane,

and the attempted murder of young Captain Hanna Levasseur,

currently in a critical condition at Hôtel-Dieu Hospital.

If the raids and interviews

carried out by officials in charge of this investigation

do confirm serious failings

by officers from the Search and Intervention Squad

or other departments, I will be categorical.

I will not tolerate any individuals sullying our nation.

Shut the fuck up, you loser. Asshole!

Was your office searched?

They searched everyone's offices. Even the dead ones, bastards.

Sorry for swearing, kids.

But what are they looking for?

I don't know. They're all paranoid.

Fuck them. You give your life, you get screwed.

How are the murders related?

What?

They suspect one of you?

I don't know.

-Time for bed, kids. -Okay, Daddy.

-Love you. -Good night, Daddy!

-Good night, Daddy. -Good night.

I'll be up soon, kids.

I said not to call this number. Don't fuck around.

-Did you see the news? -I saw it. Did you hear me?

I don't care! I'm turning myself in. I'll tell all. I can't take it.

It's not our fault. It's those bastards from SIT.

Shut the fuck up. Where are you?

At home, saying goodbye to Sofia. I'll give it all up. I don't want to die.

Listen carefully. No one's going to die, okay? No one.

Care to explain?

Why didn't you stay put like I told you?

Shut the door.

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Why are you here?

Do you know the risks?

-It's over, Sami. -Stop being a fucking prick!

I'm sorting everything out. What's with you?

Listen to me.

One last thing, and we go back to how it was.

I promise. Trust me.

Hey.

What don't you get, Sami?

Vinny and Walid died because of us. And…

Hanna's dying in a hospital bed even though she didn't do anything.

They know we did it, damn it.

What don't you get, for fuck's sake?

If they don't get what they want, they'll come after our families.

Did you think about that?

Is it true, Sami?

Let us talk, sweetheart.

What is all this? What did you do?

Nothing.

Don't worry.

Why do you have my gun?

Sami…

What are you doing?

-I told you I'd sort it. -Sami…

Right?

Yeah, Chief Belkaïm, S and I.

I'd like to report two bodies at the home of Captain Richard Esteves.

Looks like he shot his wife before killing himself.

Call the boss and the Crime Squad. I'll wait here.

Don't look at me.

Look down.

Think you're smart?

-Where'd you find him? -Leaving his whore.

Three months on his shitty island with no pussy. He was desperate.

-Who ratted him out? -A kid in the opposite building.

How was your break in Cape Verde? Did you have a good time?

Tyson, right?

You know who I am?

You know who I am?

Then it's simple.

Tell me exactly what happened to my nephew three months ago,

and why you disappeared without a word.

Or I swear you'll suffer like never before.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

Ichem and I were supposed to go to Spain to buy coke.

I know, I put up the cash.

We drove at night to avoid police checks.

We stopped for a piss and a coffee.

You think I'm peeing in a bottle? Fuck that!

Then?

That's when the bastards jumped us.

Don't move, asshole!

Don't move, dickhead!

Open the trunk.

The motherfuckers even had bulletproof vests.

Fucking kill it!

Come on.

Where were you?

-Pissing behind a tree. -You didn't move?

I couldn't. I wasn't armed.

I was alone. It happened too fast, Karim.

Then what?

-Where's the other one? -We have to go!

Where the fuck is he?

-Sami! -Shut the fuck up! No names!

Let's go or we'll get caught. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

-Wait, the body! -He's dead.

The body!

Then?

They took our cash.

Leave it open!

Fuck.

Hurry!

Is Ichem dead?

I think so.

Then what did you do?

I waited till the morning.

And I hitchhiked to Paris.

I took the train to Portugal, then on to Cape Verde.

Why didn't you come to me first?

They'd stolen two million in cash, Karim.

Ichem couldn't tell you what happened. I was scared you'd think it was me.

What kind of guys were they?

I don't know. But they definitely didn't act like thugs.

Meaning?

You know what hood kids are like. They're sloppy.

You could tell they worked together.

You think they were cops?

I don't know.

Did they talk?

One was called Sami.

He didn't like hearing his name.

I'm sorry about Ichem, Karim.

We'll take you home.

Rachid, stay and watch the gear.

What about him?

We'll sort it later.

Do you still need me?

There's an issue at home. I need to go.

Shit. Nothing serious, I hope?

No, the baby's ill.

Vanessa is alone with the kids. It's complicated.

I understand. You can go.

Don't forget to stop by our office tomorrow to give your statement, okay?

-Yes. -Good.

Take care of her.

Thanks.

Hello?

Titus, it's Antoine. This is bad. I need you, please.

-Where are you? -I'll send the address.

Do you always point a gun at your guests?

Why the hell are you here?

No one can see us.

-You know what's happening at HQ? -No. Tell us.

-First, drop your gun. -What?

-Who do you think you are? -Drop it!

No problem.

This?

-Watch. -Kick it away.

Like a good cop.

-Happy? -Good.

-Don't worry, honey. It'll be fine. -Not sure about that.

Where are my kids?

Sleeping, for now.

Saïd sang them a lullaby.

Karim.

This is a huge mistake.

So what's the deal?

Belkaïm is behind all this shit.

Mahmoudi is after him.

Where does he live?

Back there.

Why didn't you call HQ?

Are you aware that you're suspended? And you call me?

You want those stripes, right?

Did I deserve to get fucked like this? You screwed me like a whore.

Now tell me where my money is.

Karim.

It's Richard. He lost it, okay? He went nuts. I couldn't control him.

What about Richard? You did it. Tyson told me everything.

-I was paid to do it. -You call that work?

Killing your colleagues, screwing your partners?

-You son of a bitch. -It was an order!

I swear, it was an order!

From my superiors.

I was supposed to rob the convoy to start a war

with your competition.

Your nephew was an accident.

I swear on my children's lives! It was an accident!

Wanna see an accident?

Don't move!

Don't move!

-Shut up! -Let me go!

Drop your gun, Sami.

Drop it, for fuck's sake.

Please don't tell my kids.

Drop it, please.

Let's get things straight. You were never suspended.

You acted on my orders.

Then what?

You'll return to duty.

Get a good promotion.

Be decorated for bravery.

Belkaïm will be cleared and buried with honors,

and Mahmoudi will take the rap, period.

An anti-gang cop embroiled in a narcotics case

who bumps off cops to keep it all for himself.

Do you really think the public is ready for that?

We have the perfect culprit,

Karim Mahmoudi.

The story is simple.

Belkaïm and his team were onto him for months.

They dismantled a massive network

in an operation that led to the accidental death of his nephew, Ichem.

Mahmoudi wanted revenge.

He started killing the cops responsible for his death, one by one.

Until the tragedy.

The final bloodbath that you and your partner, Titus La Chapelle,

were unfortunately unable to prevent, despite the bravery you showed.

The bad guys stay bad.

And the cops come out squeaky clean.

What about morals?

Morality starts where the police stop.

This was never personal.

I was just the safety net in a complicated case,

deemed sensitive.

Cerda…

I'm truly sorry.

What matters is that you are rehabilitated.

And that we wrapped up this investigation without damaging the police's reputation.

Yeah.

Garnier here. Remember me?

Your friend Richard's old neighbor.

Come to Barbanes. I have something for you.

Your friend Richard was wading through shit.

That's why he was scared.

Mahmoudi was piddling compared to what he writes in there.

-When did you get this? -This morning, in the mail.

He must have mailed it yesterday before blowing his brains out at home.

That's not what happened, but I'll explain.

Who knows?

Just you and me. I don't trust the others.

The others?

Who screwed you over.

What did you think? That they let you do the dirty work for fun?

No, they waited for you to stir shit up

and fling it everywhere before mopping up after you.

And putting the blame on Richard.

Except they hadn't anticipated that he was by-the-book and wrote everything down.

He kept copies of the reports of the crap they were asked to do.

It doesn't explain why Belkaïm started killing his friends.

Money.

He offered to share the money, but they all refused.

Belkaïm piled on the pressure, saying Mahmoudi was onto them.

That's when Richard freaked out and wanted to confess.

Behind Mahmoudi…

the Moroccan mafia is involved.

When Richard realized, he got scared. He started blowing a fuse.

That's how he ended up here.

In reality,

he wasn't talking bullshit.

What about the two million?

No mention of it anywhere.

Ask your friends from SIT.

They used you, my friend.

With everyone dead, no one can talk.

Unless you want to be rash and make the file public, but...

I'd recommend wiping your ass with it or burning it.

No one will investigate.

I warned you.

-Go ahead. -You knew about the SIT.

Why didn't you say?

I wasn't allowed to.

I have proof. Richard kept a record.

How could you let this happen?

Listen, Antoine, come to my office. I'll explain.

Don't do anything rash. This case is a state secret.

I won't spell it out.

Too many friends have died thanks to you. Fuck the consequences.

Cerda knows.

Knows what?

The ramblings of a depressed cop with acute paranoia?

Who shot his wife before killing himself after a stay in a psychiatric hospital?

No one will believe such stories. Even fewer will actually listen.

Even if he has evidence?

-What kind of evidence? -A file.

Esteves documented everything.

Dates, times, locations, every operation he and the team were part of.

He's dead, Balestra. His words are worthless.

As for Cerda, make him understand

that heroes don't just die on the battlefield.

Either he agrees to personally hand over the file

and forget about its contents,

or he'll join his friends from Belkaïm's team

in the cemetery of forgotten cops.

Have I made myself clear?

Good.

Did they say when you can leave?

Why? Miss me already?

A week, I think.

I just wanted you to know

that I'm here.

It's over now. Nothing to fear.

Will you still tell me?

Don't believe the bullshit on TV.

I won't. Ever.

I love you, Hanna.

I love you too.

Hey, Marcus, it's Antoine. Meet me at the garage. I have your car.

Check out the jerk in his clown car. Isn't that the cop who floored you?

What's that motherfucker doing here?

Let's go.

Fuck you, asshole!

Being a police officer is a noble profession.

It's a courageous profession. A selfless one.

Sometimes at great personal risk.

Antoine Cerda died because he chose this life.

This everyday heroism.

Words cannot express the pain and emotion we all feel.

My thoughts are with Antoine's mother.

And with you, Hanna.

You bravely assisted him in this complicated investigation,

risking your life in doing so.

Finally, I think about the pain of his colleagues

who had the fortune of knowing and working with him.

And I can't help but have a special thought

for his former colleagues and friends who fell

in the tragic circumstances we all know.

The government now respectfully bows before Antoine Cerda's body.

As a recognition of services rendered

and as a tribute to a career cut tragically short,

he has been promoted to police commissioner,

receives the Order of the Nation commendation, and in a moment,

he will receive the insignia of the Legion of Honor,

the honor medal for courage and devotion,

and the honor medal of the National Police, gold rank.

On my command. Attention!