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Yeah, got it.

Sure.

Keep me posted.

Thanks.

Do we know him?

According to the witnesses who saw him being picked up,

this is Rachid Abdallah.

Do you know him?

He worked for the Saïdis.

We arrested him for drug dealing some time ago.

Damn.

How could they do this? Was he dead when they cut him up?

Dead, according to the coroner.

They roasted him, and then they got the cleaver out.

No fingerprints?

- No, none. - Did the witnesses see anything else?

They're scared, they don't want to talk. They left a tag, LX13.

- Where? - On the other side of the car.

LX13? What does it mean?

One of the guys said he belonged to a group

called Los Xetas.

Ever heard of them? We've got nothing.

No, never heard that before.

I looked them up online.

It's an old military group.

They were recruited by the Gulf Cartel in the '90s.

They think this is Mexico.

This isn't a game, Lieutenant Russo.

We can't keep on tolerating such atrocities.

- What will you do? - I don't know.

That's for the crime squad, not the drug squad.

All services should get involved.

Anyone capable of such horrors has to be stopped quickly.

I'm counting on you to get this case resolved quickly.

Of course.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Arno isn't with you?

His wife relapsed. He had to take her to the hospital.

Okay.

Well, you know what to do.

You'll go and inform the family.

I'll go. I know his mom. I'll handle it.

Hurry up, then. Before she sees it on social media.

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LOS XETAS EPISODE 2

- Hello. Are you Mrs. Abdallah? - Yes.

Lieutenant Russo, Marseille police.

This is about your son, Rachid.

What has he done now?

Can we talk inside?

It would be better.

I can still hear that bitch Rachid screaming, you know?

That son of a bitch deserved it.

- Did you see his face in the car? - A real wimp.

- I swear. - "Stop."

That will teach him!

Don't worry, Mehdi, we'll get them one by one, be patient.

- This is about war tactics and timing. - For real.

- I swear on my mother's life. - I swear.

I feel bad about the car, though.

- Come on, bro, it's a BMW. - Seriously.

You don't see BMWs every day.

Right.

Hang on, I'm just going to check something.

This one isn't encrypted. Okay, good.

It's got their UberHash list.

All their contacts and customers on those bastards' phone.

We're going to feast. Right, Ball Man?

- Totally. - I knew it.

We'll be back on our feet in no time. What did they think?

What did you know? And what did I tell you?

Have you come here to bust our balls?

Do you ever stop and think? Are you stupid?

We showed them what the LXs were about.

Showed them what?

Five victims, and a 10-year-old girl got hit by a stray bullet in an apartment.

Did you know about that too?

- Did she die? - I don't know, she's in surgery.

Damn, Ball Man! It's all over social media!

Now every cop in Marseille is going to be after us.

Well done.

Not to mention Ali Saïdi is going to send his teams

to find out who pissed all over his territory.

So what?

Huh?

He's done. Done, finished.

Don't you get it?

Let him send his dogs after me.

Go on, call him. I've got something for them.

I'm going to fuck them up one by one.

I didn't forget that they gutted Kylian in front of me.

Mehdi, groups are looking for you.

And they want to kill you. Do you understand?

Is it true what they say on the news?

A cut-up body, burned alive in the car.

Was that you?

- Hey, Mehdi, was that you? - What do you think?

It was to send a message.

I swear, sometimes I wonder if we really have the same mother.

You're going to stay in this shithole, okay?

Until I find a way to get you out and deal with the groups out there.

And no one can know where you are.

And what about food?

Food? I'll call a caterer, don't worry.

I don't give a shit about food. You should have thought of that before.

The scene of unprecedented savagery is said to have been claimed

by a new gang, the LX13.

It follows a series of score-settling incidents

aimed at taking control of dealing spots

located in the northern parts of Marseille.

Today, those delinquents, who we refer to as the shooters,

no longer hesitate to shoot to kill or to terrorize their rivals.

And the use of weapons, which are often weapons of war,

is becoming more common among increasingly younger users

who seem to have no concept of the value of a human life.

The warden is calling.

This is one crime too many. It is unacceptable. And I--

All right.

Yes?

Mr. Benamar, given the likelihood of another incident occurring,

we can't continue to take the risk of keeping you here.

Your safety and the reputation of this establishment are at stake.

When do I leave?

I'm not allowed to tell you for now.

Again, for security reasons.

Meaning?

You'll be informed one hour prior,

and transferred under the protection of the ERIS to a prison

where you will be detained in complete anonymity.

Then, we can deal with the Murillo issue

while guaranteeing your security.

I'm sorry, Mr. Benamar.

This decision was made by the Attorney General

and the District Attorney.

Mario, I need a favor, please.

Find out the date of my transfer.

Try to get me a phone. It's urgent.

- Don't worry, I'm on it. - Thank you.

Bakari!

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Come on.

It's about what they did to Rachid.

I know who killed him.

How do you know that?

We were on lookout together.

Then some guys showed up wearing ski masks.

They shot at us.

But I recognized one of them. He always wears the same sneakers.

He's the only one who wears them.

Since when are you on lookout? I don't get it.

Don't hang out with them! You won't get anywhere.

- What's his name? - Karim Boulal.

But they call him Ball Man.

Is he from around here?

No. He just hangs out here sometimes.

His hideout is in the Saint-Loup neighborhood.

Why are you telling me this?

He was my buddy.

What they did wasn't right.

You go home. Text me when you get there.

Do you know who it could be?

- I've got all my teams on it. - That doesn't answer my question.

Ali.

- They came out of nowhere. - Nobody comes out of nowhere.

He must be from the same gang as the guy Achille gutted in the warehouse.

And we've got a first name.

Mehdi.

We know what he looks like.

We gave the details to all our lookouts and couriers.

We should be hearing back soon.

Salam alaikum, Jaddou Sidi.

We're all set for the six tons.

I've got a boat leaving in three days. Sound good?

Yeah, that's perfect.

Are you still sure about this?

Yeah, why?

Money doesn't like chaos, Ali. You should know that.

Following the recent events

which have unleashed a strong backlash against us,

both in the press and from the public,

management has decided to set up an Immediate Response Force. The IRF.

It will bring together qualified services to fight against drug trafficking,

and neutralize the heads of the network,

and those responsible for the crimes

that caused the death of six people, including young Samira Laktar, aged 10...

who passed away in the hospital less than an hour ago.

Dealers getting busted, I couldn't care less,

but when a 10-year-old is hit by a stray bullet while doing her homework,

that becomes my priority.

And yours in particular.

No need to tell you we're going to bear the legitimate anger of certain families.

We'll use all the means at our disposal

to ensure these residents no longer live in terror.

And for that, we will have to act quickly, decisively,

and where it matters.

So, as of today, the OFAST officers

will work with their colleagues from the crime squad,

the BRB and the BRI.

Those score-settling incidents must stop. The people of Marseille are sick of it.

It's our job to rid them of the vermin plaguing the city.

Is that clear? What about the LX13? Do we know anything about them?

We may have identified one of the three shooters. Karim Boulal.

We'll get him tonight in the Saint-Loup hood.

- Why "may have"? - The intel comes from a kid I know.

He witnessed the shooting and the kidnapping of Rachid.

He says he recognized Boulal by his sneakers.

I know it's not much, but it's all we have.

Let me know when it's done.

Mrs. Fabiani will continue to manage the department.

And I will be in charge of the brigades and units grouped within the IRF.

As such, you will have to go through me for all decisions to be made

and operations to be carried out during this investigation.

All right, you can go.

Is it me, or is he getting a big head?

What's wrong, bro?

Are you okay?

Is it Lucie?

It's over.

What do you mean, it's over? Is she dead?

She's in palliative care. Same thing.

What about treatments? There's no treatment?

No, there's no more treatment.

Fuck, that's rough.

You sure they tried everything?

I saw a report online.

They were talking about drugs they can use to treat it.

It costs an arm and a leg, but I swear it works.

Some people were cured. You should look into it.

They're keeping her there?

Yes.

Arno, why don't you go see her?

Take a few days off. Spend some time with her, make her laugh.

That won't stop her from dying.

Hang on one sec, I have to take this. Hello?

Yeah.

Which building?

Right.

Right, okay, we'll be on our way.

But get out of there, or you'll be in trouble.

No, Ba--

That was Bakari.

He saw Boulal at the Frais Vallon mini-mart.

Looks like he's at his hideout.

I'll call the crime squad.

I'm coming with you.

- Are you sure? - Fuck off.

Police!

Police!

Stop!

- Stop! - Police!

Stop!

Go left!

- Follow him! - Stop!

Stop!

Fuck, he's going back up!

Contact!

Contact!

Come on, get them!

Stop, Mehdi! Stop!

- Mehdi, don't move! - He won't shoot, that son of a bitch!

- Drop your weapon! - He won't.

Don't make me do it, Mehdi! On my mother's life, I swear I'll shoot!

Okay! I'm coming down!

I'm telling you he can't do that! Come on, move!

Go!

Let's go, come on!

Come on, hurry up!

Stop!

Stop!

Open the door!

Go!

- Get on the ground! - Hands up!

Put your hands behind your back!

- Thanks for the help, Giraud. - No worries.

You sure you don't want to go to the hospital?

I think that son of a bitch broke two of my ribs.

Well, you shouldn't have let him go last time.

Next time he won't get any warning.

I'll shoot straight away.

That's a great idea. Sure way to land in jail. Great idea.

How much is this worth?

At 30,000 euros a kilo, this is about 1.2 million we took from them.

- That's likely to piss them off, right? - I love to piss off those assholes.

I was born for that.

Well done, congratulations. Nice catch.

Too bad you couldn't get Boulal alive.

His testimony might have helped you move this investigation forward faster.

Oh, yeah? I thought you were here for me.

Since when is this your investigation?

Since your superior,

Commander Miranda, allowed me to collaborate

with my counterparts in the Marseille crime squad.

Was that a decision made by you, or by him?

What does it matter?

When it comes to murder, we need everyone's expertise.

By the way, can you tell me about your beef with Mehdi Djaoui?

What beef? There's no beef.

He's just a guy who wanted to shoot a cop.

Oh, yeah?

I don't sleep well, so I spent last night reading the report.

So, the first time, I read that Kylian wasn't alone,

and your friend, Mehdi, inexplicably managed to escape.

The second time, he's trying to shoot you for no reason, so...

I'm a curious guy, so I decided to dig a little.

And I found out that his brother

is dating the sister of your former team leader.

Lyès Benamar.

So, naturally, I have a few questions.

Here in Marseille, we don't like questions.

You'll still have to give me answers.

Or what?

They still have a few VIP spots left at Baumettes prison.

- He's a funny guy, huh? - Sure.

Yeah, that's it.

Asshole.

This intervention is the start of operation "Clean Slate,"

designed to restore order in these neighborhoods

by closing all the drug dealing spots and neutralizing the dealers.

Who is that bitch?

More than the drugs and the money seized,

our aim is to stop drug trafficking.

In that regard, I would like to congratulate the OFAST officers.

- And those who took part... - Turn off that shit.

Do you think that--

Do you know how much that was worth? Huh, Mehdi, do you know?

They were shooting at us, what should I do?

How did they know? Huh? How did the cops know?

How should I know?

The drugs and the money were worth a million and a half.

Know what that means?

So what? You'd rather I got fucked, is that it?

They came down on us like a ton of bricks.

Ask Faty, she was there.

It's true, Yassine. Those assholes killed Ball Man.

I know they killed Ball Man!

Let's get out of here before they find us.

You're going to take the gear,

and set up in the old quarry in Cabriès.

Until I find a safer place.

They killed Ball Man, Yassine. At our place!

So what?

So we'll do the same to them.

Immediate Response Force. We'll fuck them up on their turf.

What the... Mehdi, have you gone crazy? Huh?

You want to kill cops now? Is there anything in that head of yours?

Listen to me. From now on, you're going to do as I say.

You're going to stop fucking around.

You have one hour to pack everything up and get the hell out.

I'll let you know when I find a hideout.

One last thing.

Until then, you better keep a low profile.

You fucking idiots.

No worries, it's nothing.

Okay, I'm off.

Did you get anything from Rachid Abdallah's autopsy?

Nothing.

But we searched his mother's house and found several cell phones.

One gave us a lead.

We traced a recurring number.

It belongs to a guy called Alexandre Verlet.

- Do you know him? - No.

Apparently, he's the manager of a yacht and luxury car rental company.

GT Prestige.

Given the number of calls, his company is laundering drug money.

A present for you.

Right, we'll look into it. Thanks for the tip.

Can you handle it?

I'll be late tomorrow. I'm going see Lucie at the hospital.

- Arno? - Yeah?

- Give her a kiss for us. - Will do.

Arno?

The money you took, what's it for?

- I saw you. What is it for? - It's for Lucie.

I'll take her far away from here.

But she needs you here. Not in prison.

We counted the money when we were there. In front of a witness.

How are you going to explain the amount being different?

I don't give a damn.

I understand. But I don't agree.

Since when did you start behaving?

You fucked Lyès. You knew what he was doing, and you're lecturing me?

Stop busting my balls, Alice. Please.

Hello.

Did you manage to sleep?

Nice flowers.

How are the kids?

They're fine.

What did you tell them?

That you'd be back soon.

You shouldn't lie.

I'm going to miss you too.

- Thanks. - There you go.

Isn't it a bit early to get engaged?

Thank you.

You haven't known each other for very long.

Yeah, but you had never met Dad before you married him.

Those were different times.

Yes.

Your dad and I learned to love each other.

But he still left.

Mom?

We really love each other.

Mom?

I love your daughter, Mrs. Benamar.

I want to start a family with her.

We're hoping to do it next month. Here.

I made a deal with a client from the agency.

He's renting it to me for peanuts.

It's big enough for 200 guests.

200? That's a lot.

Do you even have 200 friends?

My daughter...

Is that what you want?

I'll get it.

- Hi, Assia. - Hi.

Hi. It's late, what do you want?

We saw Yassine's car parked outside. Is he here?

- We need to talk. - You're watching us?

Assia, please, it's important. Ask him to come out if he's here.

Who is it?

It's nothing, Mom. Please.

- Not now. - Good evening, Mrs. Benamar.

Sorry for disturbing you.

Sorry. We'd like to talk to Yassine.

- Why? What has he done? - We need to find his brother.

What do you want with him?

I don't know where he is. Can't you see we're having dinner?

I've been here before you. What are you saying?

- I need to talk to him. - I know nothing.

Stop drawing attention to me.

Well, let's talk outside then.

He said he doesn't know. Why do you keep insisting?

Because it's important, Mrs. Benamar.

It's important?

My son...

I can't even say his name.

My son would always say that.

It's important. It's always important.

Those things which were important to him

destroyed the family.

But now, thank God, we are rebuilding ourselves.

So, you leave us alone now. Do you understand?

Come.

There's just one last thing Mr. Jaborska needs to take care of.

- I know what to do. - To his beautiful project.

And to your success.

And to you too, Myriam.

Your office told me you were here.

Here and very busy, Mr. Saïdi.

- I see that. - It's not a good time.

I suggest you shut the fuck up and keep your head down.

Unless you want me to tell them about the drugs you snort.

What are you talking about?

I will not allow you to speak to us in that tone

and to interrupt a business meeting to which you weren't invited.

So, leave us alone now if you don't want any trouble.

Trouble?

What kind of trouble?

Should I fear you?

And you never answered my voicemails.

I came here to let you know you'll get the 30 million at the end of the month.

And don't try to fuck with me.

Because the response will be as great as the betrayal. Got it?

Are you threatening me?

It's a warning, but take it seriously.

Sir, please.

No one fucks with Ali Saïdi.

Guard, bring him to me! Dead man walking!

You'll be transferred tomorrow morning. I don't know the exact time.

Son of a bitch!

Dead man walking!

Did you get me a phone?

I hid it in your toilet.

Son of a bitch!

- Lyès, you bitch! - Yeah, don't act tough now!

Try not to get caught, okay?

- I have a wife and three kids. - I owe you one.

Maybe in another life.

My shift is over. I won't see you again.

Right. Good luck.

Stay safe.

Little bitch!

- You're a dead man! - Lyès, you bitch!

You bitch!

Téo?

Mehdi.

We talked on the phone.

Why did you come here dressed like a Parisian fag?

We only wear OM jerseys here.

You want to get yourself killed?

I wanted to show I'm not scared.

What do you mean, not scared?

Who do you think you are? You clown.

What are you waiting for?

- Take it off! - All right, chill.

Shut the fuck up. I'm saving your life.

We'll stay here for a few days, until we're safer.

- Okay? - How long are we going to stay here?

It's rough here. There's nothing to do. It sucks.

- What's with you? - Come on.

Faty, this is Téo.

He's going to work with us.

You're hiring kids?

That guy with the long hair, that's The Octopus.

Look. Do you like it?

And that big Black dude sitting there, that's Big Mac.

We call him that because he entered a contest.

He had to eat as many burgers as possible in half an hour.

- Do you know how many he ate? - I don't know.

Sixty-seven.

Worst part is he never pooped them out. Look how fat he is.

Fuck off.

Come on. What do we do now?

Hey, come on, chill.

Let's eat first. I'm fucking starving.

Then, we'll get our friend set up.

Yeah.

It's Lyès.

I don't have much time to talk, Coach.

I'll need your help.

PORT OF LA CIOTAT

Hello, ma'am. Welcome to GT Prestige. How can I help you?

I'm just looking.

- I'll be inside if you need anything. - Thank you.

Damn it, Alice, don't be shy.

Ask him how much the laundering subscription is.

You moron.

What about Verlet? Can you see him?

I think his office is upstairs.

I'm going to try to get in.

Fuck, that's Yassine. What is he doing here?

Alice, Mehdi's brother just showed up.

Try not to get caught.

Alice, listen, get back here. We'll wait for him.

We'll follow him as soon as he leaves.

Come in.

Hello.

Hello.

Have a seat.

No need. I won't be long.

As you wish.

I didn't really understand. My secretary wasn't clear.

You're a service provider or a client?

I'd say partner.

Meaning?

Listen, I'll cut to the chase. That way there'll be no misunderstanding.

And I don't like long discussions anyway.

I know who you are, Mr. Verlet.

I know you launder money for Ali Saïdi.

I'd like to be offered the same services.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

But if you need a nice car or a luxury boat to impress your girlfriend,

Alban can help you, he's my best salesman.

I don't care about your toys.

Tell your guard to stay away if you don't want him to get shot.

Don't you want my money?

My name is Yassine Djaoui. My little brother is Mehdi Djaoui.

Ever heard of LX13?

Do you want my resume or a business card?

Let me explain. We're in the same business as Ali Saïdi.

Except we do deliveries, UberHash-style. Are you familiar with the concept?

What do you know about me and my relation with Ali Saïdi?

All I know is,

with the mess the cops are making...

and all the trap houses closing down, Ali Saïdi...

He doesn't sell much now.

Whereas we just keep growing.

We saw a 43% increase last week.

What's in there? A week's worth of work?

24 hours.

Open the door! Move!

You! Open it!

- Wait! - Drop it! I said, drop it! Come on!

Go!

You all behave!

Don't move!

What the fuck is he doing? He's been in there for at least an hour.

There he is. Look.

Business is good. Get those two assholes.

Should we go?

Let's go.

- Thanks, Coach. Bye. - Sure thing.

Bye, guys.

Thanks, Coach.

Thanks, buddy. Thanks.

Don't spend it all tonight.

Thanks, Coach.

- See you next time. - There won't be a next time.

Cash, a gun, a phone, and fake papers. Everything is in here.

Who were those guys?

Guys I met in prison. Tough guys. It had to look real.

Was the rocket launcher necessary?

Here. This is the address of your hideout.

We filled the fridge and got you some spare clothes.

- Thank you. - I owed you one.

- Got time to explain? - No, I can't.

Hey! Every cop will be on your ass.

- I hope you know what you're doing. - I know.

But my family is in danger. And I have to dig up an old friendship.

Well, you haven't lost your touch.

It's like riding a bike. You never really forget how to do it.

Stay safe.

Go faster. We're losing him.

I can't. If I get too close, we'll blow our cover.

Call headquarters. Ask them for two cars at the D9 exit.

Okay.

Headquarters, this is TN13. We need two backup units at the D9 exit.

We're tailing a suspect. Our client is driving a gray Audi A1.

License plate GA217QE. I repeat, Golf Alpha 217, Quebec, Echo.

- Negative, TN13. All our units are busy. - Damn it.

We've been notified of an attack on a prison convoy by a commando.

They managed to free the prisoner who was being transferred to the Arles prison.

Yeah, okay. Do we know who the prisoner was?

He's a former colleague. Lyès Benamar.

Are you serious?

Unfortunately, yes. It's a real mess.

Sorry, TN13.

Okay.

What the fuck is going on?

I don't know, but it's not good.

Fuck, Lyès.

What the hell are you planning to do out there?

I'm sure he knows what he's doing. There's some shady shit going on.

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