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What the hell are you doing?

Good evening, gentlemen. Sorry, but we're just closing.

Don't worry about it.

You write something and we'll all sign it.

I'm warning you, I won't cover for anyone this time.

Hold it. René! René!

Move your ass. Do it.

Okay, beat it now, or I call the cops.

We don't give a shit about the cops.

Everybody on the floor! Face down on the carpet. Hurry up!

- Now strip. - I'd rather die.

A little poem.

Hey, I busted my stones writing it, so you're going to listen.

"Eddy.

"You were my friend when things were tough.

"Of the mob squad you couldn't get enough.

"And for you, we despair Now you decided to go elsewhere.

"Here in our proud and tough brigade Not a single enemy have you made.

"But you did make some old companions cry."

Shut the fuck up!

"When you chose to say goodbye.

"Eddy, by drifting away to those southern climes.

"Eddy, you leave your best buddy, Titi, here to pine."

Right on, Titi! Yeah!

The present! The present! The present! The present! The present!

For auld lang syne, Eddy.

For auld lang syne.

We will take a cup o' kindness yet, Eddy.

For auld lang syne.

- Groluc! - Enjoy!

Oh, shit, guys!

A mouse!

Oh, fuck!

Hurry! Go!

We're out of here!

So long, and thanks.

- How are you getting home? - Smao's going to drop me off.

- Come on, Groluc. - Come on!

Titi.

You sure you didn't forget something?

- I found it on the seat in the John. - Oh, fuck!

"Oh, fuck" is right. Here, just in case you run into a mouse.

Thanks, Léo.

- I'll take you home. - No, don't be silly. I'll take you home.

- You're taking me? - Yeah, it's safer if I do the driving.

Calling all units.

Be on the lookout for a vehicle suspected of involvement in an armed robbery.

Three perps wearing ski masks.

Their escape route is unknown. Repeat, calling all units.

Be on the lookout for a vehicle, black,

carrying three suspects in ski masks, to be considered armed and dangerous.

- Hi, Denis. - Hi, Léo.

- You look like shit. Where have you been? - We were celebrating Eddy's transfer.

What's going on?

Two of the guards were killed. One's in critical condition.

Over 150,000 euros vanished.

Any witnesses?

Nothing but offices.

Heavy machine gun, C-4 explosives, same MO. Looks like it's our guys.

If you want, you can go take a look.

You won't be able to see too much, but you can.

The headless man gives you his best.

A mercury bullet right in the face, not much chance of survival.

- Ève Verhagen, Detective Bureau. - Eddy Valence, Organised Crime.

- I know. I saw the initials. - Never saw you before. Where are you from?

Police Department 93, narcotics beat in Montreuil.

And you got fed up with handling nail clippers instead of guns?

More or less, yeah.

Daddy Klein doesn't look happy. You'd better go.

He doesn't appreciate his soldiers messing with the enemy.

Why? Are we enemies?

Detective Bureau, Organised Crime Bureau, it's a long story.

I thought we were all one family.

That's what they say.

Drop it. Private property.

- Whose? Klein's? - Who else?

How could you have been friends with a creep like that?

He wasn't always a creep like that.

Their names.

Winterstein.

Bruno and Rolf.

The one who raped me is Bruno.

Christo always told me,

"One day, your wisecracks are going to get you in trouble."

As you can see, he was right.

Seven armoured vans in less than a year and a half.

Nine guards dead and almost two million euros gone with the wind.

As a result, the Minister's deputy sent us a note

stating, "Get a handle on this problem immediately,

"and stop these dangerous criminals

"who have been making fools of us for far too long!"

I don't like those words. It means, "You've been around far too long.

"Far too long we've been paying you to do fuck-all."

It means that starting now, I want everybody on their toes 24 hours a day.

Forget your personal problems,

forget your Sunday-morning brunches,

and do what you have to to find every one of those motherfuckers.

And I want you to do it before their eighth strike!

Have I made myself clear?

Have I made myself clear, Captain Kechichian?

We went to bed late, but we had a good reason.

If your good reason includes shooting up a bar at 2:00 in the morning

after committing acts of vandalism on the wall of a government building,

then I guess it would be inappropriate to complain.

Anything else?

Yeah, we may have a lead on the armoured vans.

A Yugoslavian guy who deals in military weapons, Victor Dragan.

A contact in the suburbs brought up his name.

- Is the information reliable? - Zero reliability.

What do you think?

I know the guy. He's a loner and a pervert.

Unless we get real lucky, we're not likely to make him for it.

Strokes of luck can be provoked. The briefing's over.

Vrinks, you stick around. I want to have a word with you.

The Superintendent is retiring, and I'm replacing him.

It was confirmed this morning.

When is he leaving?

I'm taking over on September 1.

Congratulations.

Thing is, I don't want to leave loose ends.

I want that gang, Léo. It'll be my going-away present.

You'll get it.

There's another thing.

We'll need someone to take over my desk.

I've been thinking of you.

But it's Klein who wants to be chief, not me.

Klein wants power. That's something else.

Unfortunately, you're both eligible for the job.

Same rank, same seniority, same excellent records.

So the one who takes down these sons of bitches gets to be king.

I'm not really interested in palace balls.

These days, you're better off in the palace

than on a beat with the bad guys and the whores.

Times have changed, Léo. You've got to think about settling down.

You've become an anomaly, you, your men and your methods.

The police force today has to go by the book.

You have to follow every last rule of procedure.

If you stray even a bit, there'll be no one to cover you.

The suits have all sold out.

What about you?

No!

We got him! Go!

What are you doing? Fuck! Where are we?

Let me go! Shit!

Shit! Fuck! Shit!

Fuck!

What are you doing? Who the fuck are you?

What have I done to you?

Don't do it! Please, don't do it!

If I catch you around Manou again,

I'll rip your belly open and stuff your brother's head in it.

Fuck, what a blade, huh?

This is booty.

I can just imagine that asshole trying to hitch a ride

with his cock dangling and his hands cuffed behind him.

You should've whacked him.

Wow, there must be 10,000 euros here!

A year's salary for a cop! They lead a good life, those cocksuckers.

Do we keep it for our special fund?

No, we keep it for Manou.

Léo.

Come in.

Hi, Christo.

Manou's in her bedroom getting some rest.

- I'll go tell her you're here. - No, don't disturb her.

How is she feeling?

Surviving.

Still looking for that hold-up gang?

Still looking.

I saw they pulled another one.

Over near that office district, right?

None of my business, but the day you take them down, shoot first.

Why is that? You know something?

I'm no stool pigeon, Léo.

Save your questions for someone else.

I want the names of the guys who beat up Manou.

What are you talking about?

Léo, I'm 46 years old, 18 of which I spent in prison.

Manou is the only beautiful thing to happen in my life.

If someone hurt her, I've got a right to know.

And if I tell you, what are you going to do?

Don't worry about it. That's my business.

Your business becomes fucked up as soon as you set foot outside this apartment.

You're a bad guy, Christo. Your record's as long as my arm.

You slap your neighbour for wiping his feet on your mat, and you're back in the can.

Manou needs you here with her.

If you go down the tubes, she goes down with you.

I don't give a shit about your cop morality!

Anyway, the problem's taken care of. I made sure of that.

This is compensation. There's 10,000 euros.

Let me show you out.

Thank you, Léo. I won't forget.

That guy you're looking for, Dragan, I know where he is.

He hangs with a girl on Borrego Street.

Number 27. Don't ask me how I got the tip.

Police! Don't move!

- What is it? - Freeze!

Come on, stand up.

- Will you let me hug my daughter? - Okay.

All right, enough.

Your wrists.

Léo!

Léo! Shit.

Sign there.

See you, Silien. Have a good leave.

I put your gun in the toolbox.

There's a spare mag, just in case.

It's a mistake, Silien. You've only got three weeks left.

Eyes on the road.

A vodka.

Why didn't you keep me in the loop about Dragan?

Why would I keep you in the loop?

Fucking is always better with a partner. Don't you think?

We stopped fucking in the same bedrooms, Denis.

Anyway, it wasn't a good lead.

How would you know?

I know, that's all.

This is Silien. How are you, Inspector?

Am I bothering you?

Past midnight, everyone bothers me.

- Where are you? - In a hotel.

I'm out until tomorrow night.

A weekend leave. Don't worry. It wasn't the great escape.

Anyway, it's urgent. I've got to see you.

No, tonight is impossible.

That'd be a real shame.

In an hour at the Swan, I'm counting on you.

You want another one?

No, thanks.

How's Camille doing?

She's doing fine.

When did you buy this?

We'll talk about cars later. What do you want from me?

Fuck, what a greeting!

Haven't seen me in four years, and you can't even give me a smile?

I've got to meet a guy. Do a favour for a good buddy in prison.

You didn't make me come here to participate in some fucked-up scheme!

In exchange, I'll give you a good lead.

You really are a pain in the ass.

- So what is this hit? - A big crew.

And it's first-hand information. You in or not?

What's the deal?

Nothing. Just be there, and in half an hour, it's over.

There he is.

Don't move! Stay in the car!

Get moving! Get moving! Get moving!

Stop! Cut it out!

Why did you fuck me over? Why?

Stop! Stop!

The armoured-van guys, I know them.

They're planning another job in a week.

A dispatch point out of town.

I know their meeting place. In exchange, I want you to cover me.

And if you don't agree, you'll go down with me.

Who were the guys you blew away?

Marcus Zerbib, his driver and his bodyguard.

Marcus Zerbib!

Half of Paris knows you went down because of him.

You're the first guy they'll come looking for.

Not if I have an alibi that works.

And now, you've got a chance to lock up the biggest gang of motherfuckers

you ever put away.

What do you decide?

- Go on, spill it. - I know two of them.

Francis Horn and Robert Boulanger.

They're based in a squat in Saint-Ouen.

Capitaine Glarner Street.

Hey, you don't remember me?

- I didn't see you. - Let me buy you a drink.

- No, I'm with some friends. - You've got friends now?

You've only got one friend. That's me.

I say what I know, and you're dead.

I'll give you my number again so you can't say you forgot it.

Give me something, Tony, and make it fast.

That gang,

I want it before anybody else.

No one knows who's in that gang. I swear it.

I'll be waiting to hear from you.

Even if you got nothing, call me.

That way, I'll know that you're well.

Really nice to see you again.

How did you get that?

It's nothing, just work.

Why don't you ever tell me what you do all day?

Because I'm afraid I'd lose you.

You come home late. You leave early.

There's plenty of cops who get in late and leave early.

There are plenty of cops who end up alone.

Is that what you want?

I don't want anything.

I'm doing my job, that's all.

Come on, rise and shine, lazybones!

- First you say, "Morning, Dad." - Morning, Dad.

Then you come closer for a kiss.

Don't you have school today?

Never on Wednesday, Dad. You ought to know that by now.

Well, to begin with, I'd have to know it's Wednesday.

- Is Mum still here? - Running late, as usual.

Thanks for the coffee.

My butt's getting big. This is serious.

Doesn't bother me. I love big butts.

You know what my big butt tells you?

That it misses me?

My father's celebrating his 70th on Sunday at his country house.

He'd like us to be there.

There'll be plenty of others there. You won't have to talk to each other.

- And who are the others? - Family from my mother's side.

Uncles, aunts, cousins. There's a charter-load of them from Rome.

We'll see.

Lola?

Come on, hurry up.

- Bye, Daddy. - Goodbye, sweetheart.

We found six bullet entry points,

two in the driver, one in the bodyguard, three in Zerbib.

Neighbourhood canvassing turned up zilch.

The building's full of old people.

By the time they got out of bed, put on their slippers

and dragged themselves to the window, there was nothing left to see.

There's just a security guard.

She saw a girl get out of the Mercedes and run away.

Brunette, short hair, with a red coat. That's all we got on Miss Blowjob.

Zerbib only screwed with prostitutes and cheap trannies.

Check out that angle.

This is a job for homicide, not us.

Did you know him well?

Just enough to want to find whoever smoked him.

Vrinks, Organised Crime, for a full check on two names, Horn and Boulanger.

Give me everything you've got in stock.

What's up with the Zerbib case?

Apparently, he was getting a blowjob in the back of his car.

They found him with his thing sticking out and his pants around his ankles.

The guard at the apartment building saw the girl run off after the shooting.

Did she see anything else?

You'd better ask the guys in homicide. They're on the case.

Let me see the telex.

So, Boulanger. There are a few of them.

Which one is it you want?

- Robert. - Robert.

Francis Horn and Robert Boulanger, a.k.a. Bob Boulanger.

The former did serious time for armed robbery.

Right now, he's on the wanted list for robbery, aggravated assault, extortion,

and attempted murder.

He's a weapons specialist,

a former mercenary, did training camps in Syria,

the whole deal. He's a maniac.

The second one escaped from the Meaux penitentiary two years ago,

killing a guard and a cop in the process.

According to my sources, Horn got Boulanger out of jail

because he wanted him for his team.

I don't have the names of the others. All I know is their meeting spot is here,

a squat in an industrial zone next to the ring road.

First, we find ourselves observation sites and set up stakeout teams.

Smao and Titi, you set up on top of the cement tower

looking down directly on the squat.

Once you're up there, you snap pictures of whatever comes in or out of the zone.

I want you to ID every single vehicle and every creep hanging out in that area.

Second, we comb the neighbourhood and block every possible escape route,

which means one team per street over a perimeter of 800 metres

around this fucking zone.

Third, we warn the local precinct house

that we'll be playing in their backyard for a few days

and not to come stick their noses in the area on the day of the operation.

Aside from that, forget about canvassing the neighbourhood.

We don't ask anybody any questions,

and we stay away from security guards, shopkeepers and the local hoods.

Klein, Detective Bureau. You don't know me, but I know you.

Don't get noticed. We get in place. We observe. We wait.

But do we know where the heist will be?

No, and that's why we can't lose them. Okay, let's get going!

And don't forget to wear bullet-proof vests under your cardigans.

I know we have a friend in common,

a friend who just passed away.

Marcus Zerbib, does that ring a bell?

He was no friend of mine.

You were in business together, at any rate.

Some gossips even say he was the one who squealed on you four years ago.

The number of guys that creep squealed on would fill up a phone book.

But guys who would kill someone out on the street in cold blood

while on prison leave, I can think of only one.

You think I'm dumb enough to go shoot some cocksucker

when I only have a couple more weeks in here?

- What's the matter Léo? - Nothing. Why?

Don't answer with a question. I can see your head is elsewhere.

I put myself in deep shit. I can't talk about it.

Not even to me?

Not even to you.

- Where were you that night? - With one of your colleagues,

the only cop worth the trouble at number 36.

He picked me up at the Swan around 1:00.

We shot the shit until 5:00 a.m., then he dropped me off at my hotel.

That suit you?

His name?

Vrinks.

I'm going to need some of your guys for an operation.

What kind of operation?

The armoured-van gang. We found them.

How did you get the tip?

You know someone called Silien?

- Why? - Has to do with Zerbib.

He says he was with you on the night of the murder.

Well if he says so, then it must be true.

Well, put it on paper for me when you get the chance.

Since when do you cover murders?

Since my informant got killed.

Shit, those motherfuckers are giving me a hard-on.

He's getting ass while we freeze ours off.

Sometimes I wonder if we didn't choose the wrong career.

Don't worry about that.

It's the last time that fucker gets his rocks off.

- We'll have our day again. - I'm not so sure.

Groluc to Tough-luck.

Make, Mercedes station wagon. Plates from 1991.

Four of them inside.

It just pulled into the zone, heading for you.

The one with the ponytail is Frank Chenaf.

I hooked him for a hold-up in Boulogne 10 years ago.

A first-class motherfucker. I don't know the others.

Saïd and Jamel Attia.

I'm pretty sure it'll be tomorrow.

Grabbing them out in the open, you know what that means?

It means taking the risk of starting a shootout in the middle of the street

and having to let the gang get away to avoid a disaster.

So what do you propose?

We hit them outside of business hours.

We try to surprise them at night, and we go in shooting.

There's just the little matter of official police procedure.

I quit wiping my ass with that damn book long ago.

I've got nine deaths on my conscience.

Nine families calling me every week

to find out if I finally have some good news for them.

I owe it to them.

I'm obsessed with it.

You would do better to stay home and let Vrinks handle the case.

I've been working on this case for a year and a half.

I have as much right to the arrest as anyone else.

Very well. But you're going in as backup.

Don't make a move unless Vrinks orders it.

He'll be on the front line with his men, and he's in charge of the operation,

whether you like it or not.

Igor to all. Coming out.

Heading towards the cars.

Okay. Ten four.

Groluc to all. There's movement.

Two SUVs and the Mercedes.

Stay on standby, I'll let you know when they go.

Seurat and Chenaf in the first car, the Attia brothers in the second.

Do you see the others?

- I can only see Boulanger. - The two SUVs are taking off.

It's beginning.

The SUVs are leaving.

They're taking their time.

Okay, I see them. They just passed in front of us.

Okay, we let them pass and wait until they leave the zone.

Guy and Bemie, you tail the SUVs with units 6, 8 and 10.

The others stay with me. We'll cover Horn, Boulanger and the chick.

No action is to be taken here.

We follow them to the dispatch point, and we hit them there.

I repeat, no action is to be taken here.

The SUVs just stopped at the entrance. They're waiting.

- Horn's coming out with his chick. - It'll be okay.

They're going towards the Mercedes. They're packed like aircraft carriers!

Where the fuck's he going? We're not supposed to move.

Ève to Denis, what are you doing?

What are our orders? Answer me!

Heads up! They're about to leave.

Fuck! There's movement behind them.

It's Klein. He's moving towards the squat.

- He's alone. - What's he up to?

I don't know. He's got his gun in his hand. He's headed right for them.

Denis, it's Léo. What the fuck are you doing? Answer me!

Denis, what are you doing? Talk to me, damn it!

The cops. Behind you.

Move in now!

I repeat, move in now!

- Police! Police! - Police! Freeze!

- Fuck! Groluc! - I've been hit!

Grenade!

Shut up! Bitch!

Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons! Drop your gun, you fucking pig!

On your knees! Drop your weapons! Hands on your heads!

Put your hands behind your head!

Come on, you filthy cop!

- Let her go! - Get up! Fuck you!

- Shut the fuck up! Drop your weapon! - Drop your weapon!

Put your weapon down! I swear, I'll whack her!

On your knees! I said, on your knees!

That's more like it!

Put your hands behind your head, you cocksucker!

Okay. If anyone follows me, I blow the bitch away.

Take me instead of the girl, if you got any balls.

You're a dead man, stay there!

Eddy!

Hey, Francis! Let's bail!

We found Ève.

The uniforms recovered her by the side of the northern turnpike.

She managed to open the door and jump out of the car.

He's got some nerve, the cocksucker!

Groluc, Smao!

What's the meaning of this?

The Commissioner wasn't too impressed by the weathervane stunt in the courtyard.

Fuck the Commissioner.

I know.

But I came here to warn you.

Warn me of what?

The administration is like an old maid, Léo. It doesn't like to be screwed from behind.

You have to tell your men to toe the line,

to stop with their bullshit petitions and strike threats,

this whole campaign they've been waging against Klein.

Klein committed a blunder. He has to be sanctioned.

That's for internal affairs to determine. Stay out of it.

An inquiry is underway,

and if Klein is responsible for this blunder, it'll come out.

Attacking Klein is attacking the hierarchy,

and attacking the hierarchy is questioning the system.

That won't be permitted.

Eddy gave his life for nothing, then?

Eddy gave his life in the line of duty.

Sorry.

But I owe him the truth.

What's this?

Request for transfer. Everyone's signed.

It's Klein or us, your choice.

- Yes? - It's Denis.

I heard you were going to testify against me at the disciplinary hearing.

Listen, Valence died because it was meant to be, my friend,

and stirring shit up is not going to bring him back.

Don't you agree?

I'm going to hang up, Denis.

You have no right to do this to me, Léo.

You have no right.

This job, it's all I got.

So don't shit on me,

or you'll regret it.

- Where is he? - Room 24, second floor on the left.

- And the witness? - He bailed, but he's in deep shit.

Married, three kids, stopped for a quick one with some chick.

He wasn't anxious for publicity.

Ignoring procedure, that's like pissing on Valence's grave.

You can't ask me to do that, Denis.

There are some deaths you don't mess with.

- You refuse? - No.

I'm just trying to explain that this is not like a normal case.

Valence was one of our best officers, and all the unions are with Vrinks.

If we don't give them a bone to nibble on,

we'll be faced with the biggest mess in the history of number 36.

All I can do is try to influence the Disciplinary Commission

so you don't get hit with some kind of administrative suspension.

Given your record, that ought to work.

And if it doesn't work?

- Police! - Police!

- Freeze! - Don't move!

Eddy!

Come on.

You know why I didn't kill you, Horn?

Because a man's death only comes once,

and I didn't want you to be surprised.

I prefer to let you wait for it, all alone in your hole,

until you go mad from being alone for so long.

You know what?

One day, you'll open your door, and I'll be there.

I'll kill you, fucker, and your whole family.

I don't think so.

Can I see you a minute?

Boulanger's dead. A roadblock on the pike at Survilliers.

He tried to force his way through, and the uniforms let him have it.

A gift from the Commissioner.

There's a letter of congratulation with it.

It's to share with your guys.

200 euros.

Won't even pay for the flowers on Eddy's grave.

Klein's appearing before the Disciplinary Commission in two days.

- You heard? - I heard.

Leave it to the machine, Léo, even if it gets it wrong.

If you try to stir up shit, they'll make you pay.

And what will you do?

Me?

I'm not here any more.

Evening, Inspector.

So apparently, things are intense at number 36?

All that is just cop bullshit.

It's not your problem.

Is that why you asked me to come here?

No, it's for my girlfriend. She got picked up by the uniforms.

They cited her for soliciting and sent the papers to immigration.

So if it goes through, it's the airport for her.

And they'll make her pay on arrival.

Why should I give a damn?

The Zerbib murder. You interested?

What's the connection?

He was in her mouth when he died.

That means you fix her problem, me, you don't know me any more,

and she'll tell you everything she knows.

Start talking.

There were two guys.

The shooter and the one who was waiting in the car.

The one who was waiting in the car, I saw him today.

Where did you see him?

At number 36. He's a cop.

- What do you want? - A warrant from Judge Rousseau.

Our instructions are to search your residence

and to take you into custody for questioning.

- What's all this about? - That'll be explained later.

- You'd better just let us in. - You'd better just go fuck yourselves.

No, you're the one who just got fucked, Vrinks!

Complete search. Turn it inside out.

Léo.

What's going on? Léo, who are they?

It's nothing. Go see Lola and stay with her.

- Who's Lola? - My daughter.

- Who are you? - It's okay. They're internal affairs.

- Why are they arresting you? - Camille, do as I say. I'll explain later.

Camille called.

- What did she want? - What do you think?

Is it true Léo was arrested because of you?

Léo was not arrested because of me.

He was arrested because he made some bad choices.

- I only did my job. - Your job is to send your friends to prison?

When they step over to the wrong side, yeah.

Putting Léo behind bars won't make you dream again, Denis.

What are you talking about?

That great policeman you wanted to be but will never be.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

What good would it have done?

What matters is that we put away Horn and his gang.

The rest is just details.

Details that can have you locked up for 10 years.

You covered a murder, Léo. You don't seem to realise.

No.

I got fucked over by my snitch. It's not the same thing.

After that, it was mutual back-scratching.

What would you have done in my place?

I'm not in your place.

So how do I get out of this mess?

Start by telling the truth.

Stop banging your head against a brick wall.

The hooker identified you and Silien. It's cut and dry.

If you continue denying it, it means you're an accomplice.

That means I've got to turn Silien in.

It means that you've got to turn in the scumbag who got you in deep shit

and that you tell us where we can find him.

That's the only way you're going to get out of this mess.

I don't know where he is.

Judge Rousseau is in charge of the inquiry.

You know Rousseau.

He's always had a thing against cops. He'll hang you with this.

That you overlooked the murders

of Marcus Zerbib and his bodyguards to protect your informant

in order to dismantle a gang of dangerous bandits is one thing.

That their arrest in tragic circumstances caused the death of one of your officers

and all the events that followed is another.

But what is serious, Vrinks,

is that because of your silence, Hugo Silien was freed from prison and is now at large.

He now represents a serious threat to society.

I'm not about to give a lecture on the limits to the cooperation

between a police officer and an informant.

We both know that this cooperation

is left to the interpretation and interest of each party.

The rules governing it are vague and changing, with no particular control.

Nonetheless, there's one basic principle no officer must forget.

At no time is he under the obligation

to ensure the impunity of any of his informants.

At no time does he have the right to act in place of the judicial system.

And this holds true no matter what his objectives.

See you, boss!

Consequently, I indict you and order your detention.

Klein, Denis, badge 628-049.

You have testified before the Disciplinary Commission,

which is investigating whether you bear any responsibility in the shooting incident

that cost the life of Captain Eddy Valence during a police operation

that occurred on Capitaine Glarner Street in Saint-Ouen last January 12.

In light of the conclusions of the report of the Internal Affairs Bureau,

written by Inspector Staneck, who is present today,

and in light of the statement of Commander Jenner,

who corroborates your own assertion

that in the course of the incident, you acted in self-defence.

And I quote, "Francis Horn opened fire spontaneously as he saw you,

"while you were simply trying to reconnoitre the zone."

In light of the fact that the conflicting testimony

of Chief Inspector Vrinks has been judged inadmissible

because of his current situation

and because of his close personal ties with the victim,

the Disciplinary Commission has deemed

that your responsibility for this tragedy could not be proven.

Consequently, no charges will be brought against you

and no mention of this incident will appear in your service record.

In the underworld, guys like you usually end up in a parking lot

with three bullets in their head.

In the underworld, guys like me have long stopped listening to guys like you.

When's Daddy coming home?

Soon.

He didn't leave us, though, did he?

Why would you say that?

Because you're sad.

Usually when he goes away, you're not sad.

Usually he doesn't go so far.

Judge Rousseau, I am the wife of Inspector Vrinks.

My husband has been incarcerated for almost three weeks now,

and I still haven't been able to see him.

It's been three weeks that my 11-year-old daughter

has been asking me about her father every night.

Why are you doing this to us?

What keeps you from issuing me a visitor's permit right now?

An important lunch.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Who is this?

I'd like to help you.

Help with what?

It's kind of hard to explain on the phone.

We'd have to meet.

I'll call you later.

It's kind of hard to explain on the phone.

- We'd have to meet. - That's him.

- I'll call you later. - That's his voice.

I want you to listen live, day and night.

When he calls back, we can't miss him.

As soon as you've found Silien, let me know. Just me.

Hello, Camille.

- Have you got time for a coffee? - What do you want?

I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for what's happening.

It's not what I wanted.

If you need anything at all, you can count on me.

I won't be needing you, Denis.

For a long time now, I haven't needed anything from you.

Is that all?

No.

That won't be necessary.

I only have one question to ask you, Mr Vrinks.

The same as always.

Do you know where your friend Hugo Silien is?

And you know my answer. It hasn't changed.

The hearing is over. You can take him back.

Why are you treating me this way?

I treat you like most people who come through this office, Vrinks.

I'm not like most people who come through this office.

I'm a cop.

For me, you're nothing now. Goodbye.

Cuffs. You, don't move.

This one.

Don't make things worse for yourself.

Cuff yourselves to the radiator. Quick!

Don't make a move, asshole. Come on, hurry! Hurry!

Hello?

- Why did you do this? - In order to see you.

Now that you've seen me, what's going to happen?

They'll send me to the corner, wait until things calm down.

Afterwards, they'll send me back to class with the other kids.

- When, Léo? - Soon.

You've got to hold on.

If you hold together outside, I can do it inside.

They can't keep me very long.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

So you wouldn't have to lie when they'd come to ask you questions.

How's Lola?

She misses you.

What did you tell her?

The truth.

Denis came to see me at the hospital.

What did he want?

He wanted to know if I knew a guy by the name of Silien.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

- I didn't tell him anything. - Did he try to contact you?

- Who? - Silien. Did he try to contact you?

Answer me, Camille.

Nobody tried to contact me.

Stay far away from that guy. He's dangerous.

Promise me, Camille.

I promise.

I love you.

Me, too. I love you.

Kiss Lola for me.

We can go back now.

I want to offer my congratulations to our new Superintendent,

Mr Robert Mancini,

and to introduce you to his successor

as Chief of the Criminal Justice Bureau,

Chief Inspector Denis Klein.

Now let's wish both of them good luck.

Congratulations.

What's your problem?

Nothing at all.

I wanted to see you up close. To learn, I observe.

- Are you thinking of him right now? - You think I should?

See, I was mistaken. I thought cops were not like other folks,

that this sort of thing couldn't happen to us.

Why would we be better than anyone else?

- Give me one good reason. - We're paid for it.

My respects, Chief.

Throw this bastard out! Put him in the tank to dry out!

Let me go!

Let me go! I know the way out.

- Come on, man. - He's to submit his resignation

as soon as he sobers up!

With me, there are some bad habits you'll have to leave behind!

You have reached Chief Inspector Denis Klein.

Leave a message at the beep.

Hello, boss. It's Jenner.

Are you there? I just heard from the wire service.

Silien called back. He's meeting with her in an hour...

Talk to me.

Target on board. They're on the D20, headed for the turnpike.

Zebra Four, stay in place. Let them come to you.

Three and five, you stay right behind me.

We'll get them before they make the entrance ramp.

With her in there, it's risky.

Go on.

Here's 30,000 euros for you. For you and your daughter.

To hold on until Léo gets out.

Am I supposed to thank you for that?

There's a letter explaining how it happened. I can't do any more than that.

- If I turn myself in, I'll get life. - And Léo, how much will he serve?

He lost. Those are the rules we play by.

- No one forced him to accept our bargain. - I don't give a damn.

What can you do for him now?

Nothing.

What the hell? You gave me up! Stop the car.

- No! - Turn around. Now! Stop!

They just did a U-turn. They're heading back towards you.

- Keep her from passing. - Impossible.

Keep her from passing, for Christ's sake!

No!

I hear you've asked to leave.

It's a shame.

I was thinking of sending your name up

for the next promotions to the rank of Captain.

The others have already said yes. Is that it?

The others understand where their interest lies.

I don't want to move into your clan, Denis.

I'm just a shitty little cop, neither more or less dumb than the others.

I'm fine the way I am.

Then why didn't you say anything, huh?

Vrinks is in jail. His wife is dead.

You've been made Chief of Criminal Justice. Everybody's happy.

What good would it do for me to go blabbing?

Sooner or later, the ghosts will show up at your door,

and you'll be forced to follow them.

You'll find yourself alone, face to face with all the obscenities you've committed.

Sooner or later, everybody dies.

We've got to go now. Sorry.

I'd like to give a kiss to my daughter, but not this way.

I can't do anything about the cuffs. The rules are strict.

It's okay. My responsibility.

No one knows why Silien shot her.

Goodbye, honey.

I'll be back very soon. You'll have to wait for me, okay?

- Are you returning to prison? - Yes.

I'll write you every day, I promise.

- Don't leave me all alone, Dad, please. - I'm not leaving you all alone.

You'll be with Grandad.

I love you, my treasure.

I love you, too, Daddy.

On the legal front, Chief Inspector Vrinks is a free man.

- Sentenced to eight years in prison... - Turn it up, please.

By the Paris Superior Court as an accessory to first-degree murder,

the former head of the Anti-Gang Squad was released today for good conduct,

after seven years in prison.

Inspector Vrinks' wife died in particularly horrible circumstances

during the arrest of Hugo Silien, suspected of murdering of Marcus Zerbib.

What is it?

He's apparently staying with a former hooker, a Manou Berliner.

I got an address in the 16th district, 28 Versailles Avenue.

See if it checks out, and then put a tail on him.

I want to know what he does, who he sees, where he goes, how and why.

You should have left by now.

I've run you a bath.

I'm going to do a few errands, then I'll be back.

- Tell me where it is, I'll go. - No, you're not moving.

You stay here and get some rest.

It's kind of weird to have you here in the house.

- I won't stay here very long. - You don't bother me.

On the contrary.

Old Christo must be spinning in his grave. Imagine!

A cop in his bathtub!

If you'd seen him at the end, you wouldn't have recognised him.

He barely weighed 35 kilos.

His car is still in the garage. If you need it, take it.

If you need anything else, well, you know the place.

Make yourself at home.

What can I do for you?

I want to see Titi Brasseur.

- Who are you? - Léo Vrinks.

Titi.

It's okay.

It's not high-class, but the booze is free, and there are babes from all over.

Do you still see the others?

I don't see anybody.

What are you planning on doing now?

I have no idea.

Apart from Klein, who was tailing Camille the day she was killed?

No one knows.

No one will give any details. There were orders issued.

All we know is that those who kept their mouths shut went up in rank.

The only one who got screwed was the Verhagen chick.

They moved her out quick.

You know where she was transferred?

In some godforsaken suburb. She works in the complaint department

at the precinct house in Gennevilliers.

I've got to go.

Too much noise, too many people.

Not used to it any more.

- Excuse me. - What's with this asshole?

You bump into my woman, and you don't apologise!

- I did apologise. - No, he didn't apologise.

- I'm sorry, okay? - No, it's not okay!

Who do you think you're you messing with? Who?

Come here, fucker!

Let my man go, you jerk.

Don't touch, you hear? Don't touch me!

You're a dead man!

- I'm really sorry. - You know the guy?

No, why?

We ran into that guy once. I'm sure of it.

Watch out for yourself.

Keep her from passing, for Christ's sake!

No one knows why Silien shot her.

We heard a gunshot. The car skidded. He shot at us.

We had to take him down.

I only want to hear one version.

You knew about Camille?

What would you like me to have done?

Léo, hold on.

It's him.

- Already up? - I couldn't sleep.

Some of your colleagues are parked out in front. Did you see them?

I saw them.

Why are they there?

They're there because someone told them to be there.

Police Holds Grand Ball at the Conciergerie.

I need a piece.

When do you want it?

For Friday.

Took you a while, didn't it?

When exactly did you get out?

Two days ago.

You waited two days before you came to see me?

I waited...

I waited for the right time.

It's not easy to come back into the world of the living, you know.

One day, you'll have to give me an explanation.

One day.

Why didn't you want me to visit you in prison?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid of what?

Afraid to see you go away again every time.

Will you call me tomorrow?

I promise.

Lola.

Actually, I haven't written the end of my story yet.

I've got one last thing to do.

I'll have to go away afterwards.

Where to?

I don't know. Far away.

Don't let me down again.

- All right, ciao. - Goodbye.

- See you Saturday. - Yeah.

What's with those assholes?

This is booty.

Fuck, this was Bruno's knife!

You were part of the joyride that day, weren't you? Answer me!

Tell me, who was with you that day?

Tell me!

Who else was there?

Who?

Who is this guy?

He's a cop!

Your friend is in an irreversible coma.

That means he'll remain in this condition until someone decides to unplug him.

What are you doing? Who the fuck are you?

What have I done to you?

I'd like to speak to Lieutenant Ève Verhagen.

It's Vrinks.

I'm at the hospital in Evry.

Titi was beat up. He's in a coma.

He's not going to pull out of it.

Are you interested in the names of the guys who did it?

Don't go there, Léo.

It's the only way.

I'll call you afterwards.

What's he up to?

Your IDs and your weapons, on the dashboard.

Get out!

The trunk.

- Get inside. - I think you're making a mistake, Vrinks.

Get in. Come on, hurry up. Get in!

- Chief. - Chief, please!

Here. Thank you.

Good evening. I'd like to thank all of you for coming to this event,

which is rather special because it is in honour

of all those who, like you, thanks to their generosity...

Congratulations, Klein.

Only dead men don't return, Denis.

Don't turn around.

I want you to see your face explode.

How could you shoot her, Denis?

I could've forgiven everything,

but that, there's no way.

Keep her from passing.

Keep her from passing, for Christ's sake!

She was already dead.

No one knows why Silien shot her.

If you miss with the first one,

there are 13 left in the mag.

Fuck you!

You hear me? Vrinks!

Go fuck yourself! You hear me?

She died because of you!

Only because of you!

You're the one who fucked up!

If only you had left us alone, it would never have happened.

You hear me? Son of a bitch! You hear me?

- Klein? - What?

Remember me?

Who else was there?

Klein.

Chief of Criminal Justice Bureau assassinated in Paris.

Will you be taking the paper, too?

No, I'll just take the candy.

This film is dedicated to the memory of Commander Christian CARON,

killed in the line of duty on August 31, 1989