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[objects clattering]

[machine whirring]

[coins jingling]

[barista] Thank you.

[bell dings]

[police sirens blaring]

["Free Party" by Paul Sabin playing]

[Vinny] Vinny to team. I have eyes on Mahmoudi. He just stepped out.

Everybody on standby.

[Vinny]He's moving.

["Free Party" continues]

[Vinny]Crossing over and on high alert.

[thunder rumbles]

- He's going down to the metro. - I'll tail him on foot.

[man]Walid, keep your distance. We're just supposed to watch him.

[Walid]I got it, Sami.

["Free Party" continues]

He's going back up. He's onto me.

What's this motherfucker up to?

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

Come on, man. Get back here.

All eyes watch out for a black Mercedes taxi about to take off.

Plate number. Bravo Sierra 556 Delta Alpha.

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

[engine revs]

Sami, you're on. Heading onto David d'Angers Street.

- [car horn honks] - Look out.

[car honks]

[Vinny]Vinny to team. We're turning on La Fraternité Street.

["Free Party" continues]

Antoine and Richard to Sami, which direction?

[Sami]He's heading your way. You should see him soon.

Sami to team. We're coming on Sérurier Boulevard.

Antoine and Richard, stay put.

- We'll get on him. - [Antoine] Copy that.

[Vinny]Vinny to Sami, we're at a dead end on Mouzaïa Street.

[Hanna]Hanna here. At a red light on Sérurier not moving.

["Free Party" continues]

Son of a bitch. He pulled a U-ie.

Hanna, you're on it. Antoine, he's headed your way.

- He just flipped a U-ie. - [Hanna]I got him.

Son of a bitch.

["Free Party" continues]

- [Sami]Antoine, you got eyes on him? - [Antoine]He just went by. We're on him.

- [horn honks] - Move it!

[siren blares]

- Come on, let's go. - [Sami]Vinny, Walid, where are you?

Going down Sérurier, heading towards you.

[engine revs]

[Hanna]I'm bailing. He went right. Antoine, where are you?

[Antoine]I saw you, we're on it.

[Hanna]Careful, it's a dead end. He's turning around.

Heading back out. He's still in the taxi.

["Free Party" continues]

[Sami]Antoine, Richard, position? What's happening?

He's headed up Indochine Boulevard, we got made.

Back off then. I'll take over with Hanna.

[Antoine]Copy that, Sami.

[Hanna]He turned on Périgueux Street. Sami, you're on.

[Sami]Okay.

Vinny, where the fuck are you?

[Vinny]Intersection of Belleville, Pixérécourt.

[Sami]Hanna, take over.

[car horns honking]

[Hanna]Copy that. I see him.

He's going down Plâtrières.

[Sami]Okay, I'll take over at the intersection.

- Vinny, what's your location? - [Vinny]Still fuckin' stuck here.

["Free Party" crescendoes]

[song stops abruptly]

What's he trying to pull?

[tense music playing]

Bastard! He fucking got out. Where is everyone?

[Hanna]Sami, what's my move?

[Sami]Fuck! He's getting a motorcycle. We'll lose him if he takes the footbridge.

Hanna, get on his tail!

[Hanna gasps and grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[muffled] Antoine, no!

[revving]

[action music playing]

[horns blaring]

[mysterious music playing]

[revving]

[music stops]

[grunts]

[groans]

- So what's your name? - Antoine.

Antoine what?

Antoine is enough.

Why are you following me, Antoine?

- That's a stupid question. - [suspenseful music playing]

And that's a stupid idea.

We have an audience.

Maybe next time.

[mysterious music playing]

SQUAD 36

DANGEROUS INDIVIDUAL, MAY BE ARMED

Cheers to Anti-Gang. To Hanna and to Antoine, who put on an impressive chase.

And Walid, who got played like a rookie in the stairwell.

He got you good, man. [chuckles]

Counterintelligence is the first thing the Academy teaches.

Yeah, but only if you attend. Right, Walid?

- Missed out thanks to that free pass, huh? - [chuckles]

Fifteen years slogging through shit, in the desert with the Legion.

Of course it softened your brain, you can't fuckin' help it.

[Walid] You wouldn't have lasted three days in basic training.

Especially with that fuckin' Freddie Mercury mustache.

What do we do with this guy?

For now, sit back and wait until he comes back on the radar.

If he's smart, he'll lay low for a bit.

Did you hear from the guy who gave you the intel?

No, I didn't. Looks like he fell off the grid.

[clicks tongue] So we're back to square one.

We should've taken him outside the bar.

Yeah, but the instructions were to follow him and identify his contacts.

We had no reason to arrest him.

[knocks on the door]

Well, the director just ripped me a new one thanks to all of you.

Pour me one to help me get over it.

I'm sure that you can guess

that our little operation didn't go over too well upstairs.

- [Vinny] Which part? - Thanks, Hanna.

Let's just say that the police prefect and a few tight-assed ministry employees

didn't particularly appreciate the two-wheeled stunt ride fiasco.

Really?

You read the memos that come with your paycheck?

Hmm.

No more overzealous behavior in public spaces.

I did manage to convince Internal Affairs to hold off

on the public endangerment disciplinary measures…

Triggered after a few idiots filed complaints

after witnessing all of you in action.

Next time you go overboard, I won't be able to save your asses.

Public endangerment, Boss?

There goes our single-digit hazard pay bonus, huh?

[all laugh]

You do this job for the money? No.

[Richard] For the glory.

- [boss] Oh, the glory? - A little.

Hmm.

“Glory is the sunshine of the dead.”

But a dead cop is a useless cop.

[mysterious music playing]

Hanna, not too beat up?

A few bruises, but I'm good.

It could've been a lot worse. Let's try to be careful.

Tomorrow, we ride again.

- Now go get some rest. - [Hanna] Night.

- See ya, Boss. Night, Boss. - [Vinny] You too, Boss.

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles] I've been wondering…

Is it a spot on the ground or the number of steps?

The number of what?

You always grab my hand at the exact same spot over there

like we finally made it into the safe zone.

You are my safe zone.

[chuckles]

You sleeping over tonight?

I'll give you a ride.

Just tell Marcus you can't make it.

It's the last one, I swear.

I have no choice. I gave Marcus my word.

You know this guy is bad news, right?

You'll lose everything. Think about it.

I have to go.

[dramatic music playing]

[horn honking]

- [men hollering] - [dogs barking]

[referee] Gentlemen! Listen up!

No spitting, no biting and no blows to the eyes.

Below the belt is a no-go.

No time limit and no rounds.

Follow my rules, be the last one standing, and you win.

May the best man win!

[crowd cheering]

[grunts]

Come on!

Get up!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[groans]

[crowd continues cheering]

[eerie music playing]

[exhales sharply]

[grunting continues]

[groaning]

Finish him off!

[grunts]

- [man 1] Whoo-hoo! - [man 2] Aw, come on!

[panting]

All right. Game over!

- [somber music playing] - [tape ripping]

[sniffs]

[footsteps approach]

[man] Your winnings.

Thanks.

I have another fight for you if you're interested.

Guy runs a gang in Aubervilliers. I think you two have history.

I'm done now, Marcus.

It's five times the prize money.

Think about it.

[somber music continues]

My mind's made up.

[zipper closes]

[music becomes intriguing]

["Niemand" by Kompromat playing]

[tires squealing]

["Niemand" continues]

[glass shatters]

[dogs barking]

["Niemand" fades]

[breathing heavily]

Three broken ribs and severe trauma to the rib cage,

plus a perforation of the left lung for Ibrahim Bouchouari.

Broken left forearm, nose and jaw for Dylan Malouda.

And multiple facial fractures with severe head trauma leading

to a 24-hour loss of consciousness for Mr. Saïd Nguyen.

You still claim self-defense?

Overkill's a better term.

Not long before the incident, you participated in

and won money in an illegal fight organized by your friend Marcus Reinhart.

You understand that your actions are not compatible

with the regulations outlined in the Code of Ethics, correct?

You've practiced martial arts for a while, haven't you?

[Antoine] Since I was ten.

And did none of your teachers ever mention that rule number one is self-control?

Where is this going?

You want me to feel guilty for hurting them?

I told you, they came after me. It was self-defense.

Whatever the reason for your actions, it makes it impossible

for you to remain in this unit. Do you understand?

All I can do for you, given your record and excellent reviews from your superiors

is to help you avoid a disciplinary board hearing and the accompanying suspension.

Transfer to a department with less confrontation.

It will help you reduce your exposure.

The 93 in Bobigny is understaffed. They'll welcome you with open arms.

Bobigny?

Yes, Bobigny. I'm sorry.

[sighs]

What the hell possessed you to engage in that underground shit show?

What're you after?

Punishing all the suburban scumbags who have it in for cops, is that it?

Your mother's already lost a son, Antoine.

Do you really think she can stand to lose the other?

[sighs]

The director over at Bobigny owes me one.

I'll ask him to disregard that bitch's stupid recommendation

and put you in Anti-Crime instead.

- [scoffs] - At least you can do what you're good at.

Unless you agree with her idiotic suggestion?

You lay low for a few years then come back here where you belong, I guarantee it.

I know what you're thinking.

Cops get screwed.

Criminals go free as birds.

The world is upside down.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I'll see ya.

Keep your head up, yeah?

We heard about it.

Let's go have a drink.

- Not today. Don't worry about it, Sami. - Hey… Hold on.

- What's that say? Five to? - Yeah.

So you're under my command for five more minutes.

We're going.

Everyone's at the bar.

Let's go.

[chatter and cheering]

["Une belle histoire" by Michel Fugain playing in the background]

Hook me up!

[man] Come on, come on.

[all] Cheers!

- [Hanna] Another one, another one. - Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!

The guest of honor just walked in!

[all] Yeah!

Whoo!

Hey, man.

- We need to get this man some drinks. - [Hanna] He made it!

- You'll always be my friend. - You want a beer?

- Whatever you're having. - Bartender, get this man a beer.

[Antoine] You all right?

[man] Here! Here!

[chatter and cheering]

["Une Belle Histoire" continues]

[yells]

Antoine! Antoine! Antoine! Antoine!

[cheering]

[all] ♪It's all for one, And one for all ♪

♪ We'll see you here real soon ♪

♪ It's not goodbye, it's see you 'round ♪

♪ 'Cause the next one is on you ♪

[all applaud and cheer]

[melancholy music playing]

Thanks, guys.

Yeah!

[indistinct chatter]

[all chanting]

Whoo-hoo!

[music continues]

The fight you told me about, is it still on?

[cheering and clamoring]

[both grunting]

[man] Get up, asshole!

Destroy that son of a bitch!

- [man 1] Fuck him up! Fuck him up! - [man 2] Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

- Fucking pig! Kill that motherfucker! - [groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

Trash this fucker's ass! Trash his ass!

Let's go! School this asshole!

[grunting]

[man 3] Finish him! Come on!

[man 1] Finish him! Come on!

[vending machine whirs]

[footsteps approaching]

Where is he?

[sighs] With the doctor. They're fixing him up.

Do we know how bad it is?

He took a serious beating.

[sighs heavily]

This guy brought him in then called us.

He set up a fight for Antoine against some gang runner

who really wanted to take one of us on.

It didn't go like he thought.

Like he thought?

Antoine let the guy beat him half to death.

Richard, did you get an official statement yet?

Not yet, Boss.

Okay. Listen up.

You get all the numbers you need, and you find the asshole

who wanted to destroy one of our own, and all the fuckin' witnesses.

I don't want word of this mess getting out.

- Understood. - I'll take care of this guy.

Hanna, I'd rather you stay and keep an eye on Antoine.

- [door opens] - Okay.

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[Hanna] Antoine!

Antoine!

Fucking talk to me!

What's wrong with you?

[music fades]

6 MONTHS LATER…

["Ich komme zurück" by Julia Lanoë playing]

By the way, I'm sick of you ghosting me.

I try to ignore my phone most of the time these days.

You piss someone off?

I'm a cop, what do you think?

- Just pour me another one, Sasha. - [Sasha] Fine. Give me a second.

- Double? - [Vinny] Yeah, please.

- You want one, Walid? - No, thanks. I'm calling it a night.

I haven't seen Richard in a while. Is he coming tonight?

No, not tonight.

- [woman] Can I get two mojitos, please? - [Sasha] Yeah. Coming right up.

I'll take your card.

There you go.

Sasha?

- Hit me. - [woman] Can I get a rum and coke?

Shit, you really drank that one.

Last one, okay.

- Vinny, we got work tomorrow. - I don't give a shit, Walid.

- [woman] A vodka tonic. - Vinny…

- We've always survived, haven't we? - Don't bullshit me, man.

Hey… It's gonna be fine.

Trust me, okay?

Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You've had enough.

I don't wanna leave! You go ahead.

And you can keep sucking Sami's dick if you want, but I'm out.

Just fucking go home, man. Get lost!

[Sasha] Get your card ready. I'll just be a second.

- [woman] Can I get some ice, please? - [Sasha] Sure!

["Ich komme zurück" continues]

What was that, Vinny? What's the matter with you?

Talk to me.

[Vinny] It's nothing. Hit me.

No, I'm cuttin' you off.

["Ich komme zurück" continues]

Thanks for coming. Get home safe.

[song fades]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

- [Antoine]Antoine Cerda. Leave a message. - [voicemail beep]

Hey, Antoine, it's me.

Yeah…

Sorry to call you so late, man. [inhales]

But it's important, and we need to talk.

We fucked up royally and uh, I can't explain over the phone...

[glass shatters]

[engine revving]

[phone vibrating]

Yeah?

[Sami]Antoine, it's Sami.

Someone killed Vinny last night.

I thought, um…

I thought you'd rather not hear on the news.

How'd it happen?

Some asshole was waiting for him. Shot him through his car window.

We've got everybody working on it.

If you wanna come to the funeral…

You know where to find us.

Bye.

[somber music playing]

[sniffles]

[Vinny]Hey, Antoine, it's me.

Yeah…

Sorry to call you so late, man.

But it's important, and we need to talk.

We fucked up royally and uh, I can't explain over the phone...

- [gun fires] - [glass shatters]

[somber music continues]

[music fades]

BOBIGNY POLICE HEADQUARTERS

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[Antoine] Hey, Titus.

[Titus] Your old team took a hit.

Yeah, Vinny and I worked together.

You were pretty close?

We were all close.

Hmm.

Asshole's got balls.

Murdering a cop like that.

Cold-blooded shit, man.

Do you think it was work-related? Some kind of payback?

- Revenge? - [Antoine] I have no idea.

[man] Antoine!

There's a woman asking for you.

She says it's really urgent.

Do I know her?

She says you do.

Says her last name is Esteves.

[eerie music playing]

- [Antoine] Meet you two in the car, okay? - [Titus] Sure.

[siren wailing]

[Antoine] Sofia?

Richard's disappeared, Antoine.

[eerie music continues]

Disappeared from where?

I took him to get checked in to the Barbanes Clinic last month.

I got a call from the woman in charge eight days ago.

She said they looked everywhere, but Richard was gone.

After what happened to Vinny, I'm really scared something's wrong.

Why was he at the Barbanes?

[sighs]

After your transfer,

the mood was really different.

[car honks]

Hanna left for Narcotics.

Sami started keeping things to himself.

Vinny started going out all the time after his divorce and…

Richard got lost in all that.

I haven't heard from him at all in over a week now.

[birds chirping]

- Did you file a missing person's? - Soon as I could.

I went to the station with his picture.

They basically said they'd put it in his file.

There's something not right going on here.

It doesn't make sense.

Three officers from the Crime Squad came to my house this morning.

They were asking all sorts of things about Richard.

They searched every inch of my house. I don't know what they were looking for,

but they found nothing and they left with no explanation.

Did they give you their names?

[inhales]

Only one of them.

[tense music playing]

She gave me her card and said to call her if I heard from him or he came home.

Cécile Wagner.

Just got promoted.

What did Sami say?

Have you talked to him?

All of my calls go straight to voicemail.

Okay.

I'm gonna make a few calls. Okay?

But no promises.

[vehicle approaching]

Here.

I gotta go, but hang in there.

[tense music continues]

[music ends]

[radio beeps]

[dispatch]Central to TNZ.

We have a dead body

on an empty lot in the Abreuvoir area. Apparently one of ours.

There's a unit already on the scene.

- [Titus] On our way. - [radio beeps]

- [officer] Morning. - Morning.

Thanks for coming so fast.

You called the Crime unit?

Yes, but they had some trouble with their rides. They're running a bit late.

- How'd he die? - [officer] Shot in the head.

Apparently, one of the workers found him on his way to work.

[bike revving in the background]

[tense music playing]

[birds chirping]

BARBANES CLINIC NATIONAL ASSOCIATION FOR POLICE WELFARE

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

We'll talk more later.

Captain Cerda?

Dr. Claire Budzinski.

I oversee the clinic's Psychiatric Department.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

Evening, Doctor.

Richard Esteves was my patient. And unfortunately, that means I won't be

able to divulge any medical information as it's highly confidential.

- I swore an oath to protect my patients. - Of course.

But since your patient managed to escape the department that you currently oversee,

I think a little flexibility is in order. Huh?

What was Richard here for, Doctor?

[Claire] We refer to it as Sérieux-Capgras Interpretation Delusion.

A form of paranoia, if you prefer.

[Antoine] I assume the local police searched his room already?

[Claire] Actually, it wasn't the local police.

It was your colleagues from the Crime Squad.

[Antoine] Did they find anything?

Richard didn't come here with anything

but a change of clothes and a few toiletries. This is his room.

Did he spend time with anyone else? Besides you?

Not much, no.

The only person I saw him speak to once in a while

was the gentleman with the room next to his, Victor Garnier.

Is he around? I'd like to see him.

Mr. Garnier always sits on the bench near the river around this time.

And why is he here?

He lost his wife and daughter in a car accident.

He was driving them home.

[birds chirping]

[tense music playing]

[Antoine] Victor Garnier?

Who the hell are you?

A friend of Richard Esteves.

Can we talk?

I got nothing else besides what I told the Crime idiots.

You got a name or what?

Antoine Cerda.

Anti-Crime at the 93.

But I worked with Richard before that.

Right, you got transferred. I know that.

He told me what happened.

[tense music continues]

What do you wanna know?

What else he might've said.

Apparently, you're the only person he talked to.

Wouldn't say talked.

Richard…

He was lost.

He babbled all sorts of crazy shit to me.

I just sat there and listened.

What kind of shit?

Paranoid shit.

[sighs]

He had this thing about how he'd accidentally pissed off

a powerful drug lord.

That the guy was part of some international crime ring

that was coming after him and his whole family.

That the buffoons in charge had thrown his entire unit to the wolves

after he and his team botched an off-the-books mission

that was supposed to stay under wraps for the usual reasons.

All sorts of paranoid bullshit.

This place was just a high-security hideout for him.

I'm curious about the mission. Did he tell you anything else?

No.

He just said they'd all made a big mistake and that it was gonna cost them dearly.

Who are "they"?

Oh. That's anybody's guess.

I'm not a psychic.

You can ask him when you track him down.

[tense music continues]

But I wouldn't count on it.

You ask me,

he's tying a noose around his neck, or maybe shoving the barrel

of his gun down his throat, ready to pull the trigger.

That's what they all end up doing.

The drug dealer with the international crime ring…

Did he say who it was?

No, all he said was that it was a powerful network.

And that if it ever got out, it'd blow everyone out of the water.

Any idea where he might've gone?

An address or…

Anything that could help me?

Help you what?

[tense music continues]

I told you your friend was crazy.

Nothing like the old Richard I used to know.

What do you mean?

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

We spent five years busting our asses together

before he moved to Anti-Gang.

Would you have a cigarette?

I don't smoke, sorry.

The new generation of cops.

You don't drink, you don't smoke.

Pff.

[music fades]

You get laid I hope?

[chuckles]

He really respected you.

It pissed him off what they did.

He really thought they screwed you.

You want some advice?

Wherever he is, leave him be.

And why do you say that?

Because…

If any part of what he said is true, you'll either end up here

or six feet under and there won't be anyone to turn to.

You wanna help? [grunts]

[sniffs]

This will probably get you in deep shit,

but take this and call the number on it.

Richard left me that and said to call if he got in serious trouble.

I didn't tell those assholes I had that, so do what you want with it.

I sure hope he wasn't wrong about you.

Me too.

Good luck.

[gulls cawing]

- What the hell, Antoine! - [Antoine] I need to talk to you.

What's there to talk about?

You've got some nerve, you know that? I haven't heard from you in six months.

You didn't even come to the funerals.

You deserved better, I know.

Especially you.

I'm glad to hear it. I agree with you.

What're you here for?

I actually need a favor.

Hmm.

[Antoine] Are you still friends with that girl in records?

Yeah, why?

Because I got a number from a guy at the Barbanes Clinic.

I've called a bunch of times, but there's no answer.

- I just need to know whose it is. - The Barbanes?

[Antoine] Yeah, Richard had been there for a month.

There was this one guy he talked to and he gave him a number

and said to call it if something happened to him.

That's the number I've been calling.

Hanna, I don't know what you guys got up to with the team,

but it's some really bad shit.

I transferred to Narcotics when you left.

- Why don't you go to Sami? - He's not returning my calls either.

Too bad.

I'm not gonna drop it, even if Balestra told me

it was ancient history and I should stay out of it.

The pieces don't add up. I don't get it.

But there's a lot of people digging into whatever this is.

Like who?

Besides Wagner and her squad, I'm not sure.

You don't think they're involved?

Are you saying they're the ones behind this?

That's bullshit.

Run this number for me please?

Help me out and I won't bug you anymore, I promise.

You're a pain.

Thanks.

Did he ever mention any names from cases he was working on?

Did he tell you or talk about it in front of you?

You know Richard, he didn't bring his work home.

You don't need to protect him, okay?

He went into hiding because he's caught up in something bad.

What makes you think that?

When the Crime Squad showed up here,

what were they after?

[tense music playing]

I don't know.

Did you notice anything different about him?

In his behavior or his routine?

Did you guys start having more spending money maybe?

Did he start bringing home cash?

Did his spending take off?

No.

Except maybe on alcohol.

And I found some coke in his pockets.

Okay.

Well…

If ever you think of something, a name, an address, whatever,

even if it seems like nothing,

call me using this cell phone. Okay?

Don't use your phone, 'cause I'm sure they're listening.

[tense music continues]

If there's anything I can do for you…

Just let me know. Hmm?

I will.

Do you think he's still alive though?

I don't know, Sofia.

I really don't know.

[music becomes somber]

Glad we caught you.

I'm with Crime.

Mrs. Wagner would like to talk to you a minute.

Sure.

[sighs]

Captain Cerda,

I'll be very frank. We're handling the situation.

I'm well aware that you and Richard Esteves were friends.

That you worked together for years.

I understand that you wanna help. And I respect it.

But I need you to cease all activities regarding his situation.

And go back to focusing on your actual job.

Which is to maintain order and ensure the safety of our citizens.

Richard and I are close.

Sofia's worried and I'm just trying to help.

You're helping?

Your close friend with whom you haven't spoken

since you left the Anti-Gang unit, is that it?

Close that way?

[soft piano playing]

You need to step aside.

We'll handle any concerns the wife has for your friend.

You mind your own business and there won't be any repercussions.

Think about your future, Captain.

It would be quite a waste for you to squander your talent as a mall cop.

So is that a threat?

No.

When you don't listen, you don't stay in the game.

I enjoyed this little chat, but I've got a meeting.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[phone ringing]

Hey.

[Hanna]I got what you wanted.

Great, go ahead.

Not on the phone. Meet me at the Bastion.

[phone beeps]

The number belongs to an escort.

Kristina Dankeva.

Her address is over near the Bir-Hakeim bridge.

She has drug possession and trafficking on her record.

Did you know?

Did I know what?

Did you know he was seeing this girl?

No. Of course I didn't.

I transferred out when the rest of the team started fucking around.

- I wanted no part of it. - Part of what?

When you left, Sami had a chip on his shoulder.

He thought they screwed you.

He became super aggressive

and he dragged the others into dangerous shit.

What shit?

Does SIT sound familiar?

Yeah, it's the Special Investigation Team.

They shut it down two years ago. What's it got to do with Sami?

They reinstated it right after your transfer,

and they made it clear to Sami they expected him to run it.

“They” being the assholes who fucked you over.

And the rest of the team went along too then?

You know Sami's impossible to resist.

Plus the hazard pay was huge.

They didn't need much more convincing.

You did.

They never even talked to me about it. I had already left the team.

Who else knows about the SI team?

Not too many people. It stayed under wraps.

But someone told you.

I ran into Richard at the Rex Club one night.

He was completely wasted and he let it slip.

But all he said was that they'd gotten sloppy on an op

and it was gonna cost them. I didn't get details.

What're you doing with the escort?

Well, I figure I'd just drop in and see if she can tell me anything.

Honestly, I think you should forget it.

Go see Wagner. She's heading the investigation.

She came to see me and made it clear

she would ruin my career if I didn't drop it.

You're a fucking trouble magnet.

It's in your DNA.

[chuckles softly]

This is all I have.

[siren wailing in the distance]

Thanks for doing this.

Doing what?

Everything.

Hmm.

You're pissed, huh?

Six and a half months of nothing. Pretty much any girl would be pissed off.

I deserve better.

[dramatic music playing]

I couldn't deal with being sent back to square one really.

We never doubted you.

There was no judgment.

Yeah, well uh…

I disappointed you.

Did I say that?

I made it clear to you that I didn't care where you worked.

It wouldn't matter if you spent your days at a desk.

Which you'd know if you heard my messages.

I did.

Multiple times and I…

And you what? Erased them?

Did you erase them?

[chuckles softly]

[dramatic music intensifies]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

I have to go.

"I want others to know that I found my way through the chaos."

"And that through the suffering, I was reborn."

Who's that from?

Dan Fante.

Is it true?

That's why I got it.

And you get some credit.

Do you…

Still fight for Marcus?

Why do you do it?

I learned to fight because of my dad.

He liked to beat me and my brother.

But my mom was his favorite target.

One night he was really bad.

Drunker than ever…

He started punching her…

Hard.

I thought he was gonna kill her.

I lost my mind and knocked him out.

After that, I never went back.

I was only 17.

He refused to ever see me again.

Your mom stayed with him anyway?

Of course, she had no one else.

Because we lost my brother in an accident six months later.

How come you never told me any of this?

I don't know.

I needed some time.

I love you.

I really need to go.

I'll be right back.

[doorbell rings]

Kristina, it's the police.

[continues ringing doorbell]

What do you want?

I need to talk to you about Richard.

Can I come in?

I only let clients in here.

It's important.

[door closes]

When was the last time you saw him?

I don't know.

I know that you guys are in touch.

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

And so are you.

Hey, listen. I just wanna help a friend.

I need to find him before others do.

I don't know where he is.

He came by last week and I haven't heard from him since.

Did he say why he was hiding?

No.

But he said he was in big trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The bad kind.

How did you two meet?

[sighs]

He saw my ad online.

- What're you doing? - Your code?

[scoffs]

My partners are outside. We can turn the place upside down. Just give me the code.

Three-nine-four-seven.

Three… Fuck me. Three-four-nine-seven. I forget.

Shit.

You have his number in here?

It's not any good. It's out of service.

- How do you call him? - I wait for his call.

- Where's he call from? - It's a burner, always different.

[siren wailing in the distance]

Where was this?

The Rex Club.

Who are the other women?

Work friends.

Their names?

No idea.

You're not helping much.

I don't pay too much attention.

I focus on the client.

[exhales]

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you know these guys?

No. That's the first time I saw them.

Do you mind?

Here.

If Richard gets in touch with you, call me on this number, okay?

It might just keep him alive.

He's supposed to call soon to fix a meet-up.

Give me five grand.

I'll give you the info.

[horns honking in the distance]

[Hanna's]Hi, this is Hanna. Leave me a message.

[phone beeps]

Yeah, hi. Sorry I missed you.

Uh, I just sent you a picture. I need you to identify the women in it.

And the guy next to Mahmoudi, please.

Thanks.

You really need to drop this thing.

The further you go, the more shit you'll attract.

Yeah, I've been told already.

[engine starts]

Hey, relax.

It's handled.

We're good. It's just you and me.

Yeah, you're right. I should do that.

Relax.

Where're we going?

A place in Saint-Mandé.

It was last minute. The next one'll be better, okay?

You still haven't explained why I can't go home.

- Tell me why I can't go see my wife? - Don't fucking start!

It's that hooker's fault!

If she'd kept her mouth shut, we wouldn't be here. Fuckin' bitch!

Who the fuck went to question her?

[sniffs]

Antoine. He's been looking for you.

I don't understand.

Why would he be involved in this? He's got nothing to do with it.

No idea. Ask him next time you see him.

Listen, Richard. This is important.

You don't leave this place until I say it's okay. Hey!

I mean it!

Just sit tight 'til I sort this out.

They're closing in. I can feel it.

[dramatic music playing]

We're fucked.

SEARCH AND INTERVENTION SQUAD PARIS

What're you doing here?

We need to talk, Sami.

- Oh yeah? - [Antoine] Yeah.

You want your old job back?

There's two spots open.

Three if you count Richard.

Right now, he's still on the payroll.

I know somebody fucked up.

Fucked up what?

Two members of your team get shot and a third one's gone missing.

- I'm not an idiot. - There's an investigation going on.

- Talk to the ones running it... - Can you stop with the bullshit?

A guy like Richard doesn't get paranoid overnight.

But he did go over the edge.

And you have to know what pushed him.

Do you know how many cops kill themselves each year?

Hmm?

Over one per week.

And it doesn't mean they've gone corrupt

or been driven over the fuckin' edge, as you say.

You know why they check out?

Because they're depressed.

'Cause they're sick of being treated like a piece of shit

by those they're supposed to protect. That's why they do it.

Your buddy Richard was no exception, Antoine.

Where the hell were you when he started to lose it?

Hmm? When he started checking his office every morning.

Making sure there were no bugs or other shit like that.

He changed his phone every week. He thought people were following him.

And he started to become dangerous.

You abandoned him.

But I stood by him.

- I'm the one who sent him to the clinic... - You can't fool me with this shit.

Richard's one of the toughest guys I know.

So whatever the hell made him run, it was big.

That's what you think?

Everybody cracks.

I know you're lying, Sami, because I've heard the rumors going around.

Advice from an old friend?

They're just rumors. So stay the fuck out of it.

So I shouldn't ask what you were doing

with Mahmoudi and these escorts at the club?

That'd be best.

How about the SI team?

It's defunct.

It's about to be.

Give my regards to Hanna.

You got back together.

So rumor has it.

Don't bring her into this, Sami.

[indistinct chatter]

[cellphone vibrating]

- Hello? - [Kristina]Richard just called.

I've got the time and place.

[dramatic music playing]

You have the cash?

Yeah, I'll have the cash.

Clignancourt Parking, top floor, 11 p.m.

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music continues]

- How's it going? - Good. You?

Good, thanks.

BASEMENT GYM, EVIDENCE, LOCKER ROOM, PARKING

EVIDENCE ROOM FOR DEPARTMENTAL USE ONLY

[keypad beeping]

[lock clicks]

[music becomes suspenseful]

[tires squeal]

[tires continue squealing]

Five grand?

It's all here.

[tires squeal]

- Where is he? - Your friend's on his way. Hand it over.

I don't think so.

You only get it when I see Richard. Understood?

[tires squealing]

I'm not sticking around. I did what you asked.

[Katrina screaming]

[Antoine groans]

[guns firing]

[panting]

[breathing heavily]

[Wagner]I really wish you'd taken my advice, Captain.

It would have saved us from enforcing a mandatory suspension

and other disciplinary measures

that we have no choice but to put into action.

Besides the fact that the young escort died because of you.

Unfortunately, she'll be quickly forgotten. But to make matters worse,

she was our only means of contacting Richard Esteves.

Besides the ammunition from your gun, the slugs we found at the scene

are an exact ballistics match for those we found to have caused the deaths

of Vinny Segura and Walid Jabrane.

The forensic report confirms that the slugs recovered

all came from the same weapon.

A police-issue SIG Sauer 9 mm SP2022.

Which my weapons database shows is registered to an officer named…

Richard Esteves.

He would never kill a fellow cop. This doesn't make any sense.

[scoffs]

Doesn't it, though?

Fifteen years in this job has taught me

that human nature makes no sense when it comes to crime.

[somber music playing]

Tell me how you found out your friend was linked to that escort,

Kristina Dankeva.

I got her number from a guy Richard met while he was in treatment.

Really?

Yes.

And you thought best not to share that with us?

Too bad.

Your decision not only compromised our investigation,

it ultimately killed that girl.

[somber music continues]

Do you have other information that we might not be privy to, Captain?

What am I supposed to know that you don't already?

Don't be a smart ass, Antoine.

If you're not looking at time in prison,

it's only because we don't want to unleash the scandal of the century.

A cop killer in the ranks?

Besides the damage to the community,

imagine the fuckin' field day for the press.

The prefect and the DA are willing to sweep your involvement

in last night's disaster under the rug.

But they insist on a suspension.

We don't know for how long yet. I mean…

For as long as it takes to stop Richard and let the story die down on its own.

It's effective immediately.

So please hand over your weapon and your badge.

I'm sure you understand that you need to remain discreet about all this.

Just like we're doing

regarding the significant amount of cash you borrowed from evidence.

And that we expect you to return, of course.

[somber music continues]

I'm sorry, Antoine.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

- What'd you get? - [Antoine] Fuckin' suspension.

- [Titus] For how long? - [Antoine] TBD.

However long it takes for them to make some shit up to cover their asses.

[Titus] Assholes.

What're you gonna do?

I'm gonna try and find Richard before anyone else does.

[Titus] You have a death wish? These people stop at nothing.

If I were in your shoes, I'd head out to the country.

Keep my head way down. Why can't you just let it drop, man?

Because he's my friend.

[elevator beeps]

[somber music continues]

Take care.

You be careful out there.

Tell Zoe that too.

[music intensifies]

["Stamina" by Vitalic playing]

[indistinct chatter]

A vodka, no ice, please.

- No ice? - [Antoine] Right.

[Sasha] Want a twist?

- [Antoine] No, just straight. - Okay.

- I poured it tall. - Thanks.

["Stamina" continues]

Is your boss around?

- Is my boss around? - Yeah.

You're talking to her.

What do you want?

I was in the Anti-Gang unit.

I was friends with Vinny Segura.

I told the other hundred cops who came here everything I know.

Why don't you go talk to them?

I've got a business to run.

The guy with the mustache, next to Vinny, who is he?

You ever heard of harassment?

Don't make me bounce your ass outta here, okay?

Down your drink, hit the dance floor, get lost.

Fuck one of the hookers, but don't stay here. Got it?

I mean it.

["Stamina" continues]

Can I ask you to look at something for me?

Come on, leave her alone. Fuck.

I'm just asking her a question. Take it easy.

Fucking cops, I'm sick of this shit.

I told you, okay? I don't who it is!

[bouncer] Get lost!

[phone vibrating]

Hey.

[Hanna]I got the name of the guy next to Mahmoudi.

His name's Serge Oswald.

Associated with organized crime, a record a mile long…

I put together a file with all the information I could find. You want it now?

- Can you meet at my place in an hour? - Sure.

Did you find anything else on Mahmoudi?

Still nothing, no address, contacts or numbers.

I talked to my contacts at Interpol, they said he's out of the country.

Got it. See you soon.

Where're you going, asshole?

Get in, get in, get in!

[man] Let's go!

On your knees.

I said on your knees!

We've met before.

Hmm?

The motorcycle chase, right?

That was you.

Antoine…

You're looking for me? Here I am.

What do you want?

Richard Esteves.

Can you be more specific?

Is he still alive or did you put a bullet in him too?

What do you mean?

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

And?

They've been tailing you for two years, why were you together?

That's not your concern.

Why'd you kill my friends?

I didn't. That's number one.

Two, I don't know and don't care where Esteves is.

And three, stop breaking everyone's balls with your bullshit theories.

I just wanna know what happened.

Do you search him?

Antoine Cerda.

Now I have your family name.

And your address.

So listen carefully.

Forget me.

If you don't want me showing up and breaking all your limbs.

Is that clear?

Hmm?

[grunts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

Where the hell are you? I've been waiting an hour.

Call me when you get this.

I'm heading back to the station. Something came up on a case.

I left the file in your mailbox.

I don't like this.

Just let me know if everything's okay, please.

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music continues]

[machine beeping]

[music fades]

[Balestra] Well, I hope you know a good moving company.

And that you like the quiet life.

Because if we don't get this mess figured out in two days,

we're all in the same career-ending boat.

That probably requires collaboration among departments.

Internal's dragging their feet,

cops cover each other's asses, and the Crime Unit won't share a thing.

That's the nature of the game. What do you expect?

Mmm.

You have a suggestion?

Cerda.

A loose cannon, but efficient.

- Efficient? - Mmm.

And dangerous.

That's what you put in your report when you forced him to another department.

[De Brandt sighs]

Your loose cannon was found

in the middle of an industrial lot in Argenteuil last night.

Hands tied behind his back and signs of a good beating.

Anti-Crime just happened to be on patrol there.

As you might expect, he's refusing to press charges.

Or say anything or see a doctor.

The only thing we know is that witnesses saw him forced

into a van outside the club where Vinny Segura was the night he was killed.

According to statements, there were at least two guys

who took off with him in a black van. The plates were apparently German.

And that's all we got.

So I hit the nail on the head.

Because it shows he touched a nerve,

and they sent a message, which means he's close.

Why don't you just lift his suspension?

Personnel changes like that go through Nabavian.

That asshole decides.

And he's the one shitting bricks since the beginning.

[De Brandt] Why is that?

Even if we manage to get this under control,

a whole lot will be kept secret.

And I'm not so sure Antoine's willing to bury more skeletons.

Which is why he was suspended, of course.

And you?

- What? - [De Brandt] Skeletons?

I've been doing this a long time. [chuckles]

I learned the rules.

[birds chirping]

I received the report from Forensics, and there's no doubt about it.

It's the same assailant.

Well, it's the same weapon, sure, but we don't know who pulled the trigger.

Well, two of my teams from the Bastion

have been specially mandated as of this morning

to search the Anti-Gang offices from top to bottom.

They'll run point on the investigation. So you're no longer involved.

Are you serious?

As serious as the Prefect and the Prosecutor's office.

Look, I'm really sorry. My hands are tied.

I'm still not understanding.

It means we find other cases that need our attention

and let the Crime Unit get dirty.

I did manage to get authorization to raid the Rex Nightclub tonight

to talk to staff and patrons.

Hopefully we can get hold of the girl that talked to Captain Cerda.

I think it all started in that fucking club.

[Balestra] Mmm.

Does anyone know what he was doing there? Did he tell you?

I'm pretty sure an officer who's suspended from active duty

can drink wherever he wants.

Hmm?

A valiant effort to protect your troops, Director,

which is likely to sink the ship with you in it.

You are aware of that, right?

[suspenseful music playing]

I'll see you.

[sad music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

I'm really sorry, Antoine.

There's no way Richard would have done this to her.

[music becomes pulsing]

[music stops]

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

[De Brandt] Can we talk?

I don't know.

I thought you only talked to people when you were about to give 'em shit.

I acknowledge your methods don't always fall within the guidelines.

I disagree with some of your actions, but I never said you weren't a good cop...

Save the speech. It won't help anything. What do you want?

I might have some information

that would help your investigation concerning Richard Esteves.

Yeah, well, it's too late for that.

Find someone on active duty who gives a shit.

Your former colleague is being made the scapegoat

for some serious crimes, and you know it.

I'm not a shrink, but in my experience, cops don't run away from the clinic,

for the sole purpose of executing their friends and colleagues.

Who did it then?

[intriguing music playing]

We don't know.

We've been running surveillance on a team put together by Sami Belkaïm

for a few months now.

There were rumors that they were engaged in illegal activities

under the orders of the Ministry of Interior and high-level officials.

[music continues]

Belkaim and his team worked on a drug-trafficking case with Narcotics.

The organization is based in Gennevilliers and run by a guy named Karim.

We haven't been able to identify him yet…

But we do have a phone conversation we intercepted

that happened after an apparent delivery went south.

It involves Belkaïm.

This Karim guy called Sami from a burner phone.

We can hear him saying that some of his guys were ambushed in the night

and that his nephew, named Ichem, had gone missing

and he wanted Sami's help.

To find who was responsible.

[pulsing music playing]

And that phone call pretty much coincides with Esteves getting paranoid.

And things went off the rails.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I'm pretty sure you met Karim.

I'm coming to you to help me neutralize him.

- Really? - Hmm.

What good would that do me?

For one you can find out who tried to kill your girlfriend.

[siren wailing]

If you were so suspicious of Sami and his unit…

Why didn't you bring them in to find out the truth? Huh?

It could've prevented two murders and all this other shit.

We would've investigated earlier, but we had explicit orders

not to interfere with any operations involving the unit and Belkaïm.

Actually, we've just been officially kicked off the case.

Wagner's Crime Unit is exclusively in charge now.

Why's that?

National Interest.

We don't kill cops for state secrets. I don't believe that.

Officers get killed for less than that nowadays.

And management'll take a dead cop over a dirty one any day. You know that.

[music stops]

[door buzzes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door closes]

OFFICIAL STATEMENT

I don't know what you've gotten yourself into, but you look pissed off as hell.

Reminds me of my old man when he found out

my mom was fucking him over with his very own brother.

He put a bullet into both of them in the middle of dinner.

Then finished himself off right after.

He forgot one thing, though.

My little brother and I were still at the table.

Here.

She's a beast.

Bring her back in the same condition. That's all I ask. Got it?

Here.

[intriguing music playing]

And the gun?

Beretta 92 with an extra magazine. You'll find it in the glove box.

Thanks, Marcus.

I owe you one.

Sure, kid.

Hey.

You watch your back, all right?

[engine starts and revs]

[music becomes suspenseful]

[reporter]Earlier today, we were made aware that a contingent of officers

from a special investigative unit was sent to carry out a full-scale raid

at the former Judicial Police headquarters at the 36th Precinct,

now the home of the prestigious Research and Intervention Brigade,

commonly known as Anti-Gang.

In a dramatic turn of events, members of the Anti-Gang unit are the ones

being put under the microscope with their offices being searched

and members of the investigation team asking serious questions.

According to our sources, this unusually sweeping and aggressive approach

was brought about by extenuating factors

related to the disappearance of Detective Richard Esteves.

The murders of his colleagues Vinny Segura and Major Walid Jabrane

and last night's brutal attempt on the life of their former colleague,

Hanna Levasseur, currently in intensive care

recovering from multiple gunshot wounds at a local hospital.

If the materials seized during the raid

and the ensuing investigation carried out by officers assigned to this intervention

should reveal or confirm that agents operated beyond their duties

and outside the law as part of the Anti-Gang unit

or for any other police department,

I will not hesitate to use the full extent of my power.

I will not allow a handful of individuals to tarnish our proud history.

- Piece of shit. Shut your fucking mouth. - [baby cooing]

Jesus.

[woman] Did they search your office, too, Sami?

They went through everyone's stuff. Vinny and Walid's too. Those assholes…

Sorry, kids, I shouldn't swear.

What are they looking for? Do you even know?

I have no idea.

Paranoid's the new normal.

Bureaucratic bullshit. Give 'em your life, they fuck you over.

- [somber music playing] - [phone vibrating]

What does it have to do with the killings and Hanna?

- What? - They think one of you guys did it?

- [baby crying] - [woman] Shh.

I don't know.

Brush your teeth before bed.

- [child] Okay, Daddy. - [Sami] Up you go.

Good night, Daddy!

- Good night, Daddy! - [Sami] Sweet dreams.

[woman] I'll read you a story.

I told you not to use this number. What the fuck's wrong with you?

[Richard]See that asshole, Nabavian?

- Of course, it's on every channel. - I'm turning myself in. I'm done!

I'm telling them everything, Sami.

It's not our fault, for fuck's sake, it's those bastards from SIT.

Shut up. Where are you? Where?

At home. To say goodbye to Sofia.

I'm turning myself in 'cause I don't wanna die.

Listen to me.

No one else is gonna die, Richard, okay? No one's gonna die.

[eerie music playing]

[woman] You're gonna tell me what's going on?

[eerie music continues]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music continues]

[doorbell rings]

[banging on door]

[doorbell ringing]

[Sami] Why didn't you stay at the safe house like I told you?

Shut the door!

- [door closes] - Hey! Answer me!

Why are you here?

You're putting everything at risk.

It's over, Sami.

Grow a fucking pair, Richard!

I'm getting everything straightened out. And now this?

It's all good.

We're almost there.

There's one last thing I need to do, and then we're outta here.

Just like we planned but you gotta trust me.

Hey. Hmm?

[suspenseful music continues]

I can't take it anymore, Sami.

Vinny and Walid are dead because of us.

Hanna could be dying at that hospital even though she wasn't involved.

They know what we did.

What the fuck don't you understand?

[sobbing softly]

If we don't give them what they want, they'll come after our families.

You know that.

What's he saying?

- Leave him alone, sweetheart. - No, I want an answer.

[Sofia] What'd you do?

Nothing.

He's stressed out.

Why do you have my gun, man?

Sami…

What's going on?

I told you I was fixing it.

- Sami… - Huh?

[groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

[dog barking in the distance]

Yes. This is Officer Belkaïm.

I need to report two casualties at the home of Captain…

Richard Esteves.

It looks like a…

A murder-suicide, unfortunately.

Call Balestra and…

Crime.

I'll stay here.

[sniffs]

[suspenseful music continues]

[sniffs]

[suspenseful music continues]

[music fades]

[door slams]

[breathing nervously]

[dogs barking]

[man 1 muffled] Don't you fuckin' look at me.

[man 1] Lower your eyes.

[man 2] He said lower your eyes.

[man 1] Not such a smart ass now, are you?

[car approaches]

[door closes]

[lock clicking]

[gate slams]

[door slams]

Where'd you pick him up?

[man 2] Outside a hooker's place.

Stuck on that island for three months.

Came back because he was too fuckin' horny.

Who told you where he was?

A kid in the building next door.

Did you enjoy your little getaway?

Have a good time?

Tyson, right?

You know who I am?

Do you?

I'll keep it simple then.

You can tell me exactly what happened to my nephew three months ago,

and why you haven't tried to get in touch with us since then.

Or I make you suffer like you never thought possible.

Go ahead. I'm listening,

[coughs]

Ichem and I were gonna pick up a shipment of coke in Spain.

I know where you were going, because it was my cash.

We drove at night to avoid the patrols.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Tyson]We stopped at a rest area to piss and get a coffee.

I'm not pissing in a fucking bottle. We're making great time.

[scoffs]

[Mahmoudi]And then?

[Tyson]That's when those assholes ambushed us.

["Cash" by PLK playing]

Ah!

[grunts]

- [man 1] Don't move, asshole! - [gasps]

[man 2] He said don't move, motherfucker! Pop the trunk. Do it!

They were all wearing fucking Kevlar vests.

[dog barks]

[screaming]

[pulsing music playing]

- [man 1] Shoot this fucking thing! - Ah!

[dog yelps]

- [man 3] Come on! Up! - [groans]

[music fades]

So where were you?

- Pissing behind the bushes. - And you didn't help?

I was by myself with no gun. It was useless.

It happened so fast, Karim.

Then what?

- [man 2] His partner? - [man 4] Doesn't matter, gotta go.

[man 2] We can't just leave that fucker!

- [Richard] Sami! - [Sami] Shut up!

We said no names, damn it!

[Richard] Let's go before anyone comes. Come on.

- [Sami] Shit! - [Richard] Leave him! Come on!

- [Sami] The body! - [Richard] Forget it!

[Sami] We can't forget it!

[tense music playing]

Keep going.

- They took off with him and all the cash. - [action music playing]

[Sami] Keep it open!

- Fuck. - [Richard] Come on! Hurry up.

[Richard] We gotta move!

[tense music playing]

So they killed Ichem?

I think, yeah.

[breathes deeply]

What'd you do after that?

I stayed hidden 'til morning.

And from there I hitchhiked back here.

I took the first train to Portugal and went straight to the island.

Why didn't you come straight to me, Tyson?

Those fuckers took two million from us, Karim.

And Ichem wasn't around to explain everything to you.

So I panicked thinking you might think that I betrayed you.

These assholes, can you describe them?

They had masks. All I can say is that they didn't act like any thief I know.

What do you mean?

You know? With guys from the neighborhood, it's always a mess.

These guys acted like they were used to working together.

[Mahmoudi] You think they could've been cops?

[Tyson] I don't know.

Did you hear them?

I heard one use the name "Sami."

[Tyson] And he got really pissed that he'd used his name.

I'm so sorry about Ichem, Karim.

We'll give you a ride home.

[tense music continues]

[dogs barking]

[Mahmoudi] Rachid, you stay here. Keep an eye on things.

[Rachid] What do I do with this guy?

[Mahmoudi] We'll clean it up later.

[music intensifies]

[breathing nervously]

[cellphone vibrates]

MAHMOUDI KNOWS YOU DID IT. HE'S COMING FOR YOU.

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you need me to stick around?

I've got a bit of an emergency at home and Vanessa needs me.

Shit. Nothing too serious?

No, it's the baby. A fever.

I'd rather be there in case it gets worse. She's home alone.

You should go home. We'll handle it.

I'll be expecting you to file a complete report in the morning

on this situation.

- Right. - Good.

Go home to your kids.

Thanks.

[engine starts]

[music fades]

[dramatic drums]

[phone ringing]

- [Titus]Hello? - [Antoine] Hey, Titus, it's Antoine.

It's getting messy. I need your help.

Where are you?

I'll send you the address.

[sniffing]

[breathing nervously]

- [closes door] - [suspenseful music playing]

You always greet your guests with a gun, Sami?

The fuck are you doing in my house?

We can't be seen together.

- They raided the 36, didn't you hear? - [Mahmoudi] No. Why don't you fill us in?

- But put that thing on the ground first. - Don't give me orders.

- Who the fuck do you think you are? - [Mahmoudi] Do it.

No problem.

- See? It's down. - Use your foot to push it away.

Like they teach you at the Academy.

- [Sami] Satisfied? - [Mahmoudi] Yeah.

Don't be scared, honey. Everything will be fine.

[Mahmoudi] We don't know that.

[sniffs]

Where're my kids?

Back in their beds.

Saïd sang them a lullaby.

[suspenseful music playing]

Karim.

You're making a huge mistake right now.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

You gonna tell me what's going on?

My old boss is the one behind all this shit.

And Mahmoudi wants his revenge.

This is Sami's house?

Yeah, right over there.

[Titus] Why didn't you call our actual boss?

Do you remember you're not supposed to be here?

And I shouldn't be helping you.

You want your stripes, right?

I'm not a fan of getting screwed over.

You fucked me like a cheap whore.

Why don't you start by telling me what you did with my two million?

Karim.

This is all because Richard lost his cool.

Okay? He got paranoid and threatened to talk.

[Mahmoudi] It wasn't Richard! It was you!

- Tyson told me the whole story. - [Sami] I was just doing my job.

[Mahmoudi] You call that a job? Killing your team?

Fucking over your partners? You son of a bitch!

[Sami] It was an order! I swear to God!

I was just following orders!

We were just supposed to steal the cash to start a war

between you and your competition! Your nephew was an accident.

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

You wanna see an accident?

[Vanessa screaming]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[screaming continues]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Vanessa screeches]

[explosion]

- [loud blasts] - [glass shattering]

[Vanessa whimpering]

- [Mahmoudi] Stay where you are! - [Vanessa shrieking]

Stay there!

- Shut the fuck up! Stay back! - Let me go, you bastard!

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[music stops abruptly]

[muffled screams]

[muffled gunfire]

[tense music playing]

- [broken glass crunching] - [Sami groans]

Put it down, Sami.

[continues groaning]

Put it down, for fuck's sake.

Don't tell my kids about this.

Put it down, please.

[tense music continues]

[birds squawking]

We've got you covered.

Your suspension never happened.

And I gave you the order.

What happens next?

You go back to work as usual.

You'll get an overdue promotion.

And a medal for bravery to boot.

Belkaïm's record will be wiped clean and he'll buried with honors

and Mahmoudi takes the fall for everything.

[scoffs]

[tense music continues]

The fucking leader of a special teams unit stealing from a drug lord…

Who starts murdering his fellow cops to get a bigger piece of the pie…

It might be a bit much for the public to accept, don't you think?

This is a good thing. We have a culprit.

Karim Mahmoudi.

It's cut and dried.

Sami and his team had been on his tail for months.

And they dismantled one of his drug-trafficking networks

during an operation that caused the unfortunate death of his nephew.

Mahmoudi wanted revenge.

So he started going after everyone responsible for that boy's death,

one by one.

Until he ended up here.

Where you and your partner, Titus La Chapelle,

tried to avoid a bloodbath.

Which, unfortunately, didn't go our way.

In spite of the courage you both clearly demonstrated.

The bad guys are still the bad guys.

And we come up smelling like roses.

So our morals don't count?

Morality begins where a cop's work ends.

[music fades]

Our decisions were nothing personal.

I had to serve the interests of a situation that was very complex.

Well above your pay grade.

Cerda…

I'm very sorry about all this.

What matters is that you can get right back to work.

And that we managed to wrap up this investigation,

and avoid a scandal for our entire police force.

[sniffs]

[Antoine sighs]

[somber music playing]

[cellphone vibrates]

Hello?

[Victor]Victor Garnier. You remember me?

You came to see me about your buddy, Richard.

Come see me at the clinic. I have something for you.

[phone beeps]

[Victor]Richard knew a whole lot more than he let on.

That's why he was scared.

[sniffs]

Mahmoudi was just a two-bit player compared to what you've got there.

When did you get all this?

Came in this morning.

I assume he got it in the mail

before he went home to off himself and his wife.

That's not what really happened, but I'll tell you about that later.

So, who's seen this?

Just the two of us.

I know I can't trust the others.

What others?

The ones who screwed you, son.

What did you think?

They'd let you get involved in this mess just for the hell of it?

What they did was wait until you'd stirred this shit up good,

then splattered it around enough

before coming in like the cavalry to save the day.

And blaming all of it on your buddy.

But what they didn't take into account was that Richard actually played by the rules

and took a bunch of notes.

He also kept copies of the directives they were given

regarding all the dirty work.

But it doesn't explain why Belkaïm started picking his friends off.

[dramatic music playing]

Two million.

He offered to split the money amongst themselves,

and they all refused.

So Belkaïm decided to turn up the heat

by getting them to think Mahmoudi knew what they'd done.

That's what really sent Richard over the edge

and made him wanna reveal everything.

He wasn't so scared of him.

It's the whole Mocro-Maffia connection they dug up.

When Richard realized who they were really up against,

that's what triggered his supposed paranoia.

And brought him here to get some help.

So I guess…

He wasn't talking nonsense after all.

And what happened to the two million?

He skipped over that part.

I suppose your SI buddies could answer that.

[dramatic music continues]

They used you like a goddam puppet.

[exhales]

And now that everybody's dead, there's no one left to talk.

Unless you wanna make it your mission to make sure this whole disaster goes public.

MOCROMAFIA

But I recommend you burn it right here or use it to wipe your ass.

No one's gonna want to touch this.

ORGAN TRAFFICKERS

SIT

You're on your own.

[tense music playing]

[phone dialing]

[Balestra]Go ahead.

[Antoine] You knew about the SI team?

- [sighs] - Why didn't you say anything?

Because my job didn't allow it.

I have proof. Richard kept very detailed records.

You were supposed to protect us.

Listen, Antoine. Come to my office, I'll explain in person.

This is about state secrets. There are serious consequences here.

Don't be stupid.

Too many of my friends died because of you.

So, fuck you and the consequences.

[phone beeping]

[tense music continues]

Cerda knows what went on.

Based on what, Balestra?

The ramblings of a cop suffering from paranoia and depression?

Who blew his brains out after killing his wife

when he escaped from a psychiatric clinic?

No one's going to believe his delusions.

Especially since he's not here to share them.

Antoine says he has proof.

- What kind of proof? - Personal records.

He says he has Richard's detailed records. The dates, times, places,

the code names of all the ops he was involved with, with the SI program.

In my experience, a dead man's word is basically useless.

And as far as Captain Cerda, you make him understand

that heroes don't always die on the field of battle.

Either he agrees to hand over whatever Esteves gave to him

and forget everything he saw in there,

or he goes the way of his buddies and Belkaïm.

Nobody gives a shit about a cemetery full of cops.

Have I made myself clear?

Good.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- [woman over PA]I need a wheelchair. - [knocking]

So when do they let you out of here?

Why? Do you miss me already?

I think another week or so.

I just wanted you to know that…

I'll be here.

There's nothing to worry about now. It's done.

Tell me when I'm home.

Just don't believe all the shit you hear on television, all right?

No.

Never.

I love you, Hanna.

Well, it's about time.

[chuckles]

[voicemail beeps]

Hey Marcus. It's Antoine.

Meet me in the garage. I'm bringing your car back.

[indistinct chatter]

What's that fuckin' pig doing in Marcus' car?

Isn't that the guy who knocked you out in the fight?

What's that motherfucker doing here?

Let's get him.

[engine starts]

Fuck you, motherfucker!

- [indistinct chatter] - [sirens wailing]

[melancholy music playing]

[music continues]

[Navabian]Being a police officer

is a noble profession.

It requires courage,

and selflessness.

["Piano Sonata No. 2, Funeral March" by Chopin playing]

And sometimes,

putting one's own life at risk.

Antoine Cerda was killed in the line of duty

doing the job he chose to do.

In the daily heroism it required.

No words can truly express

the depth of sadness and pain that we all feel.

Our hearts go out particularly to Antoine's mother.

And also to you, Hanna…

Who showed great courage in helping him with this difficult investigation

at great risk to your own personal safety.

To Antoine's fellow officers,

we know the immensity of the sorrow you feel

losing such an esteemed colleague

and for many, a friend.

Today, I would also like to take a moment to remember

his recently departed longtime friends and colleagues

also lost under these recent tragic circumstances.

I stand here today on behalf of our nation

to honor our esteemed captain, Antoine Cerda.

["Piano Sonata No. 2, Funeral March" continues]

In recognition of his outstanding service

and in tribute to a glorious career cut tragically short,

he is now awarded the rank of Police Commissioner…

Cited in the National Order.

And in a moment,

he will receive the insignia of our nation's Legion of Honor…

The Medal of Honor for Courage and Devotion

and the Medal of Honor of the National Police

Gold Standard.

[song ends]

Troops, on my command.

Attention!

["Sublime" by Disiz playing]

["Sublime" continues]

IN MEMORY OF SARA HELMLINGER…

FOR JÉRÉMY, TITI, FÉLIX, MEHDI AND MY FRIENDS AT S AND I…

SQUAD 36

["Sublime" continues]

["Sublime" continues]

[melancholy music playing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music ends]