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Fred.

Don't go away. I'm going to make some coffee.

No.

I think you'd better go.

I understand that.

You'll be careful going out, I wouldn't want Ben to see you.

Of course I will.

Last night the two of us, it was just a little time like

Between exes?

I don't know, Fred.

Were you there?

That's cool.

That's cool.

Dad, are you serious this time?

I promise.

See you later, son.

(music)

Moretti.

So girls, shall we race?

Why did you follow us, you bastard?

Crap!

What the hell is that?

Bloody hell! You've ruined the engine.

Go on, get in your car! Hurry up!

I think we've broken something.

What did we put in him? Two, three pies?

It's good!

Are you all right to drive, you fool?

What did you think I was going to do?

Play you a flute concerto?

Fuck, look! He's a cripple.

Climb on!

Start up.

Maybe we should introduce ourselves first?

Seems like every cop in town knows you and I don't.

Start the engine.

Start.

The body of a teacher has just been found at the Lycée Cézanne.

Gilles Pujol, 33 years old.

Who reported it?

The school caretaker.

He discovered the body this morning and said that last night,

two young pupils from Pujol were hanging around, he saw them afterwards

running away.

And as luck would have it, an hour ago, a patrol was chasing these kids.

They had just stolen a scooter.

Sportsmen.

Do we have their description?

Yes.

Is Captain Cain on site?

Precisely not.

Maybe he's insulting the joggers on the beach as usual.

I've left him two messages, no news.

OK, I'll take care of it.

Shit, voicemail!

Again?

Fucking hell! What the fuck is he doing?

This is me. We're in trouble, you've got to come.

We're where I said we'd be in the previous message.

We're waiting for you.

Who was that?

Your mother.

And he managed to get rid of it in less than 15 seconds?

Very strong.

She always holds my leg for at least 20 minutes.

How far are we going?

Lads!

We're not like on the bus, we're allowed to talk to the driver.

You're pissing me off!

Put yourself in my shoes!

You're enjoying your morning.

like any other handicapped person,

two guys come up to you and force you to take them in

to get away from the cops.

Wouldn't you like to know?

You trace and when I tell you, you turn.

That's all there is to it.

Take it easy!

You drive calmly, okay?

Get out at the next one.

You are on the mobile of the Institut Frédéric Caïn.

If you wish to make a donation,

simply leave your credit card number.

Warning, this is not a toll-free number.

Don't dawdle.

Lucie Delambre, third message.

Remind me if you're still on the force.

This way.

The coroner was here before you arrived.

The victim died between 5pm and 7pm.

When did the security guard see the two kids leaving the school?

17:10 precisely.

Do we know the cause of death?

It needs to be clarified by autopsy, but there are traces of trauma.

and blood spatter on the bench.

Obviously, he must have been pushed hard or fallen while avoiding a blow.

Is he going to ditch us or what?

No.

He'll come, I'm sure of it.

What are we going to do about the other handicapped guy, aren't we going to carry him around?

If we leave him, he'll end up with the cops.

Think about it!

What are we going to do, guys, keep going?

Your little hotel doesn't look too good.

You go downstairs and follow us.

Are you going to take me hostage?

I'll have you know that we won't give a penny for my release.

That's what it says on the Al Qaeda website:

don't take a black or disabled hostage, nobody ever wants them back.

Seriously, guys.

I'd like to know what you did to get there.

Keep your mouth shut and follow us.

Got it?

Good morning, Lieutenant Delambre.

Are you the principal?

Yes.

And you, Miss?

I was a colleague of Gilles and his friend.

I'm sorry.

Has Gilles had any problems lately?

Did he mention anything to you?

This is a tough place.

Most of us, if we have four or five students following,

we're happy.

With others, you just police yourself.

Excuse me.

We're just trying to avoid serious outbursts.

What was it like with the other teachers?

He was an old-fashioned teacher.

It wasn't always well received by colleagues or parents,

but that doesn't explain why he would have been killed.

Were these problems with all the classes?

No.

Especially with the second B like the rest of us.

Jordan Leroy and Naïm Brahi are in second B?

Yes.

Fucking hell! He's messing with our heads with his speeches

and the first chance he gets, he drops us, the bastard!

All right, shut up!

What's up?

Just because he's your cousin doesn't mean he's not a bastard!

Shut the fuck up!

OK, forget the riddles.

What have you got, 15? 16?

Let's split the difference: 15 and a half.

What can you do at 15 and a half?

to end up on the run?

A bit too old for stealing teddy bears from the nursery, a bit too young for

misuse of company assets.

Don't you want to help me?

I know you do.

You bumped into an old lady in a supermarket queue.

I know what you mean.

It's always like this, you end up with your little pack

and there's always a little pensioner to toast you

the seat right in front.

Giving you a swift kick in the testicles in the process.

Do you ever shut up?

If only I didn't have to do the questions and answers too!

I've known garden chairs that were more talkative than you.

You really don't want to tell me what's going on with you?

So this is more serious than stealing a scooter.

Have you just been on a good old spin?

What did you say?

I said: ‘Rotating’.

As luck would have it, you react.

We're from the northern neighbourhoods, so you're bound to think we're

turning!

I didn't know about the northern districts.

On the other hand, when it comes to turning, I can see you giving in there.

Especially you.

You seem to find yourself irresistible.

It's OK, don't calculate it!

Can't you see he's been warming you up on purpose?

I'm not a scumbag who abuses women in basements.

I respect women.

Yes.

Especially the old ones.

It goes with that, we get it!

No, that's no good.

You used to love it when she recited Racine to you.

Her mother!

It's because of your sex stories that we're stuck here.

Keep going, it's getting interesting.

Bloody hell!

So, Jordan, do you fancy old ladies?

Didn't your mum breastfeed you enough?

What about you?

What do you do for a living?

Please, a small coin, a small ticket, a small pipe.

Yes, a small pipe.

Olé!

Toreador, olé!

What are you doing there?

Not a bad notebook.

I wish my son would bring me one like that.

Have you got a son?

You can't even ride a chick!

What are you talking about?

Looks can be deceiving, Jordan.

Look at your mate.

He looks like he hangs out with scum like you, but deep down he's just a

teacher-sucker

What did you say?

I said: ‘Teacher sucker’.

Please, sir.

Sir, please.

I know!

Fucking hell, Naïm!

Lieutenant?

Sophie Blanchard is trying to reach you.

It sounds urgent.

Sophie Blanchard ?

I just left her.

She asked you to call her back.

Ms Blanchard?

Yes, that's me.

Lieutenant Delambre, crime squad.

What's going on?

I didn't dare say it in front of Mr Piétri because I'm not sure,

but...

I'm listening.

Two days ago, I overheard a scene between Gilles and a parent.

Gilles had called him in to talk to him and it turned ugly, the guy became

violent.

His son intervened to prevent him from hitting Gilles.

Who was this parent?

Mr Brahi, Naïm Brahi's father.

Very good.

You're lucky, you didn't hit any ships.

Otherwise,

you were good for manslaughter as well as hostage-taking.

Is this for real? You can't feel a thing down there?

Yes, I can.

Can you confirm that you weren't in the vicinity of the school?

when Gilles Pujol died?

Yes, I told you, I was at home.

The problem is that no one can confirm this, Mr Brahi.

Your wife and children weren't there yesterday between 5 and 6 o'clock.

Mr Pujol, I didn't like the way he talked about my son.

Do you know what he said to me?

He said: ‘Naïm is committing social suicide.

He called him scum, a terrorist, a welfare recipient.

Everything.

Since Naïm got good marks, Monsieur Pujol gave him even better ones

more in his head.

But I'm not crazy, I'm not going to come back and hit a guy for that.

So why is it that two minutes after the body was found, your son is

go and steal a scooter to get away from the patrol that was going to arrest him?

I don't know.

There's no other solution.

Either you fetch me the other pretty heart and you carry me to the sink,

or you find me a bucket, an empty bottle, anything.

Held hostage in the North Quarter.

Two minor kidnappers.

What's going on?

I just told you, I'm being held hostage.

Give me one good reason why I should believe you.

Jordan and Naïm.

Those are their first names.

What are they?

Steady, steady!

What's happening to you?

I've just come back from Paul Cézanne high school.

A teacher who's been made to lie down.

The suspects include two students, Jordan Leroy and Naïm Brahi.

Send me everything you find on them.

Date of birth, history, family situation, parents' occupations.

Did they leave you your mobile phone?

No, I'm talking about a toilet pipe.

Where are you?

Old warehouse, North district.

Everything OK?

Great, we're having fun!

Skateboarding, wanking contest.

Please try to locate me, I'll be bored soon.

Besides, they're expecting a guest.

Naim's cousin, obviously.

If it's one of his cousins, maybe he has the same surname.

I'll see what we have in the files.

Two seconds.

Brahi.

Hurry up.

Damn! Winner. Mohand Brahi.

He's well known to the police.

Drug possession, carrying a weapon, assault and battery.

He's only 20 years old and he's already done seven months.

Awesome!

This is going to be fun.

Did they take your gun?

Forgot it at my ex's place.

What is it?

Captain?

Who were you calling?

Your mother.

Captain?

Crap!

I wasn't calling, I was being called.

Nuance.

My lieutenant, Lucie Delambre.

I didn't have time to tell you, but I'm a cop.

You, a cop?

Cut the crap.

How do you know it's not true?

He can't even put his shoes on.

Cop, no cop, it doesn't matter.

Now I know what you did.

You killed your teacher.

Fucking hell!

Borel warned me.

What happened?

A few minutes after the chase, the scooter was found in a dead end.

Shortly afterwards, the captain was flashed on a boulevard in the northern suburbs.

Then we lost track of him.

Did you send a team to the area?

Yes.

I asked our technicians to trace the terminal

who relayed his call to

find him as quickly as possible.

On the kids, what have we got?

They have a file with us, both of them.

What kind of file?

Theft, possession of cannabis, report of a runaway.

Not much, but...

But they have the profile to do something stupid.

So Cain's in the clutches of a couple of angry, confused kids.

Two and soon maybe three.

How's that?

They're obviously waiting for one of Naïm's cousins to arrive on the scene.

And I can tell you it's a big one.

He's blowing us, I tell you.

I'm not sure.

Here you go.

Why don't you call his lieutenant?

Hello, Captain?

Lieutenant!

Yes, I'm listening.

This is your favourite captain speaking.

I'm with my two young friends, Jordan and Naïm.

For some reason, they refuse to believe that I'm a respectable man.

law enforcement official.

Good timing.

Jordan Leroy, 15 years and 9 months old, raised alone by his mother,

two reports of runaways last year.

Naïm Brahi, 15 years old all round.

Mother a cleaning lady, father unemployed for two years now,

four brothers and sisters.

Damn!

They've hung up.

The technicians have located the terminal.

You wait for reinforcements.

They'll be here in three minutes.

It might be too late.

We don't know what they're capable of.

Precisely, the faster we act...

OK.

You're going with Borel, but just to get a fix.

And you don't try anything until the reinforcements arrive.

OK.

Can you see it?

I told you!

He's a cop.

That settles it, let's move on to the next question.

Why did you kill your teacher?

We didn't fucking kill him!

He was busting our balls, that's all.

Shut the fuck up!

What, shut the fuck up?

The other one knows everything!

Shut your mouth, I told you!

No.

You shut your mouth!

We didn't kill him, Pujol.

What did we put on him?

Two, three doughnuts.

Three of them.

Are you fucking stupid?

Naïm, in less than an hour, there will be 10 cops in front of this building.

No disrespect to your cousin, but even if he turns up with a

tank, he'll never get out of here.

I don't think it's so stupid to sit down to eat.

OK, that's it.

We beat Pujol and the idiot managed to die.

Now we're in deep shit.

Are we good?

You've got your confession now.

Are you happy now?

No.

What more do you want us to say?

You didn't want to kill your teacher.

Why would you run off on a scooter with the cops on your ass?

Why do you have a gun?

And why are you taking me hostage?

Because we freaked out.

I don't think you understood what he was saying.

And what do you want to tell me?

That we're acting like killers.

What?

Yes, that's exactly what I think.

I know what we're going to do.

We're toast anyway.

Let's leave him here and go.

And get picked up at the first crossroads?

So what?

Is it better to wait here for them to come?

Should we give them time to find us too?

Why don't we brush our teeth too, so we're nice and clean when

we get squeezed.

Naïm is right.

If you get out of here, you have as much chance as me in a minefield.

The best solution is to wait and tell me all about it.

from the beginning.

You're a cop and we should explain to you why people run away from cops?

It seems to me that we've already told you everything, haven't we?

First of all, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a cop, but half a cop.

Secondly, what did you throw away?

That you beat up Pujol.

If you want me to believe that you didn't intend to kill him,

you'll have to explain how and why.

What do you want me to say, half-cop?

Pujol was busting our balls, so we taught him how to live.

That's it, that's all.

Did you teach him life?

And how he was a contradiction in terms, as well as a pain in the ass,

he died of it.

I'm sorry, but I find that hard to believe.

I think Naïm does too.

Right, Naïm?

Fucking hell! You couldn't have fucked a cashier or a waitress,

you like old ladies?

I didn't force you to follow me.

It's not my fault we're stuck here, it was your idea. But why?

To wait for that son of a bitch Mohand to screw us over?

What did you say?

I said: ‘Son of a bitch’. What did you say?

Get off me, motherfucker!

It's all your fault!

Let go of me!

What the hell's going on?

Mohand Brahi, I presume?

And who are you?

Captain Cain, crime squad.

Is this a joke?

You go around with a gun, you take a handicapped man hostage

and what's more, he's a cop?

Disabled, they couldn't have known.

Shut the fuck up.

What's the next step?

Are you going to shoot an infant?

Come on, Jordan. Give me the gun.

He's the only one who knows what we did.

We kill him and trace.

We know this neighbourhood better than anyone, the cops won't find us.

Of course they will! And what are you going to tell Mum?

when you get home?

‘Hi, Mum. I beat up a teacher

and I shot a disabled cop.’

Shut the fuck up!

Give me the gun.

Don't bullshit me!

This is my only way out of here without leaving any witnesses,

I'm not gonna let her go.

Commander? We found them.

Give me the gun, Jordan!

Leave him alone!

Shooting a cop in cold blood, what's he risking?

Life imprisonment.

No one will bother him any more about homework or finding a job.

Come on, Jordan, let's go! Bang! The cop's dead.

Don't listen to him.

Shut the fuck up!

Go on, what are you waiting for?

Drop the gun, Jordan!

What the fuck are you doing?

Go away, Lieutenant!

You idiot!

You whore!

Fucking hell!

Captain!

Are you all right?

Captain, can you hear me?

Is there a puncture?

Like a hole?

It's just a scratch. Will you get off me?

Captain, answer me!

Call an ambulance!

Is the wound serious?

I don't know.

It's obviously not perforated, but there's blood everywhere.

I'm going to go in and have a look.

In the meantime, you can call for help.

You will stay in your place!

You'll do as he says, you'll call for help!

This is stupid!

If there's a haemorrhage, it has to be stopped right away!

Shut the fuck up!

Bitch!

OK, I'm out of here.

Are you all right, brother?

I'm all right.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Can we know what you're playing at, Mohand?

You come in here with your cape and your big hat, you calm things down,

you go so far as to take a bullet so that we don't eat one,

my lieutenant and I, and you shoot yourself.

Can you explain?

Because you're a cop, myopath.

And all we got was a cop

on our asses.

Mohand...

Don't play the social worker. I'm too old.

Why don't you tell me what's going to happen to Naïm and Jordan?

if I let the cops in here.

What's the matter? Aren't you going to answer it?

Because you know very well they're burnt out, the little ones.

They stole a scooter, they laid out a teacher,

they go around with a gun.

On top of that, they take a disabled person hostage.

Even the coolest judge,

you know he's going to kick their ass.

You don't know that.

I know something about it.

Why do you know that? Because you did time?

Who told you that?

I'm a cop, have you forgotten?

Did you also hear that they threw me in a cell?

with three guys who were going to get more than five years in jail?

I've had it.

Every day.

And when I went out, I found myself like shit

on the pavement

because my folks had decided to throw me out on the street,

to give me every chance of getting back on my feet.

What are you looking for?

To go back?

No.

I'm trying to get guys like you to understand that guys like us

have a sign on their foreheads that says guilty.

Is there no justice?

You're a cop, you know very well.

Don't try to fool me with your 10-bit stories.

What are you going to do?

Stay here until the statute of limitations runs out on the Pujol case?

No.

I want Naim and Jordan to be judged for what they did.

Pujol is dead, OK.

But I know very well that they didn't want to kill him.

Given the number of pellets they've accumulated since I met their

road, I'm ready to believe it.

But voluntary or involuntary, it will be up to the judge to qualify the crime.

And this judge, something tells me you don't play golf with his wife

every weekend.

And just so you know, neither do I.

What's wrong with that?

The only way to influence his decision is for Jordan and Naïm to

surrender.

That'll work in their favour.

They're in there.

I went there to assess the situation.

One of the kids saw me and started shooting.

I asked you to wait for reinforcements.

Now we know they're armed.

Which one fired?

From what I saw, it was Jordan Leroy.

Is anybody hurt?

Yes.

Mohand Brahi, Naïm's cousin.

He steps in to disarm Jordan.

Jordan hurt him.

I didn't get a good look, I was under cover.

If Mohand tried something, does he want it to stop?

No, he doesn't.

So far, Jordan and Naïm have been in charge of the hostage situation.

Now Mohand has blocked all access.

What's the GIPN doing?

It should be there.

Bloody hell! What I'd give to go home!

Me too.

What's that?

Authority to all.

In position.

The intervention group.

Shit!

You're the one holding the cards, Mohand.

This is Commander Lagadec, he's going to supervise the operation.

The ADR has relayed information about Jordan Leroy and Naïm Brahi to me.

and their probable involvement in the murder of Gilles Pujol.

But something bothers me is the presence of this third individual.

Mohand Brahi.

At first, it seemed to me that he wanted to calm things down between Jordan and Naïm,

then he suddenly rallied to the hostage situation.

I think he realised the seriousness of the situation and he

got scared.

Unless he was responsible for Gilles Pujol's death.

What are you trying to say?

It wouldn't be the first initiation crime in the region.

A bit of a confirmed subject that leads to two others just to see what they have in common.

are up to.

Are you saying that Mohand Brahi ordered the murder of Gilles Pujol?

Look at his file, it's been a year since he got out of prison and he's still in prison.

on the straight and narrow.

Maybe he's learned to watch out and not get caught again.

It's clear to you.

If Mohand is there, it's just because he's guilty?

It's a pity you chose the police.

As a judge, you would have been a great judge.

A little self-control, Lieutenant.

Just a question, do you have any proof of what you're saying?

The proof is for you to find. You're in charge of the investigation.

I'm here to stop the hostage-taking.

I'm here to stop the hostage situation.

Very good.

You will ask your men to bring Naim's father here.

Perhaps his presence will turn things around.

Do you realise what you're doing?

Was it me who asked for the kärcher to be sent in?

If they had surrendered and you weren't holding the siege, he wouldn't be here,

the Kärcher.

They're sending us 10 Robocops for what?

Three guys with a half-empty gun.

Is this normal?

They behave as if Naïm and Jordan were serial killers.

You're the one who's acting like a killer, you're the one who refuses to talk.

Incidentally, you're forgetting that you're holding a cop hostage.

You just said it, you're a cop.

You're going to find a solution to the problem with your colleagues.

OK, do you want to play?

We're going to play.

Guignol and Gnafron hit Pujol.

Why did they hit Pujol, Guignol and Gnafron?

What are you on about?

You asked me to manage, I'm managing!

For the last time: why did you beat up your teacher?

We told you, he was busting our balls.

Of course he was!

And it's not to wear out my shoes that I use my wheelchair.

I understand there's a woman under there, Jordan.

Naïm has more than implied it three times already.

Come in, Jordan.

That's right, Jordan.

Something happened between Pujol's wife and me.

What happened?

You're even dumber than I thought, on my life!

OK.

Where did you meet this woman?

She was our French teacher.

All right.

I must say, it's not bad.

You're banging your French teacher and, unluckily, it's Pujol's wife.

Who's our chemistry teacher.

Pujol was our chemistry teacher.

OK.

Chemistry teacher finds out, puts pressure on you, you beat him up

and finally, he dies.

Are you ready?

Group 2, in position.

OK, from authority.

Waiting for instructions.

Copy, authority.

Hello?

This is Commander Yves Lagadec.

I'm in charge of talking to you.

I say ‘discuss’ because we're here to find some ground.

together.

Is that why you're coming in at 10?

You have two minors and an officer with you.

You'll understand that in a situation like this, you can't take any

risk.

Lagadec, you know what?

You're going to put away your pipe and you're going to stop boring me with your stories.

You wanted to manage?

Manage.

Hello?

Commander Lagadec speaking.

Yes, Delighted.

Sorry, Lagadec.

I'm not much of a piper myself.

If you could be so kind as to put me through to my lieutenant.

From where I'm standing, I can see that she's there and that she's bored with nothing to do.

Hang the fuck up!

Mohand, the more I know, the better I can help them.

Hello?

Lieutenant, I have some work for you.

You're going to interrogate...

What's your fiancée's name?

Sophie Blanchard.

Sophie Blanchard, she's a...

It's done, I interviewed her this morning.

Did she tell you she was sleeping with Jordan?

No.

You're going to reaudition it

and ask her why she forgot to specify

that she was banging one of the students who was suspected of having laid her boyfriend.

OK.

OK. And you can play back what's-his-name, the Breton, I've forgotten his name.

Now hang up. That's it, that's it.

Hold on, Mohand.

Last thing.

Yes.

Listen carefully, Lagadec.

You're going to take your trolls back under your arm

and get out of here before you fuck things up. Is that clear?

What's going on?

What's going on is that your captain has just taken me for a fool.

He told me to get lost in front of Mohand Brahi.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

You can't tell.

Are you the one inside?

OK, please.

Captain Cain does have a rather peculiar way of doing things,

but I'm sure he's got something in mind and he's trying to stall.

I hope you're right.

If he screws up, it could be very bad.

Very good.

Lieutenant, I believe Commander Lagadec is busy.

Cain, what did he say to you?

He thinks that everything that's happening is due to an affair that Jordan had.

with one of his teachers, Miss Blanchard.

I interviewed Blanchard this morning.

She introduced herself as Pujol's fiancée.

She didn't mention Jordan at all.

Of course she didn't.

If she had an affair with him, she's not going to brag about it.

Besides being one of her students, he's underage.

It's Borel with Naïm's father.

Lagadec, do you think it's a good idea to have him involved in this?

negotiation?

If we manoeuvre on the outside while Captain Cain manoeuvres differently

on the inside, it will create even more confusion.

I repeat: you are free to carry out your investigation, but here,

I have all the authority.

Damn it, Lagadec!

Shit!

Don't be so bossy!

Fucking hell, that's my dad!

Answer the phone.

Put yourself on speaker.

Naïm?

It's dad.

I know, Dad.

I recognized your number.

How are you, Naïm?

I don't know, Dad, it's hard to say, you know.

I'm right here.

Look out the window.

Did the police call you, Dad?

No, Naïm.

They stopped me.

They think it was me who killed Pujol because I got caught.

with him the other day.

What the hell is this?

But it's not you, Dad.

I know it's not you.

That's why I'm here, Naïm.

If you know anything about your teacher's death, you have to turn yourself in.

Hang the fuck up!

This has got to stop, Naïm.

He hung up.

Can you explain to me what that means?

It means that the Grand Vizier has orders.

He's in charge of getting us all out and he'll do anything to get us out.

So basically he doesn't give a shit what really happened?

Let's say it's not his priority.

It's time to let it go, Mohand.

We have to surrender.

I'll get it all sorted out.

No.

They fucking arrested my dad!

It's not even true!

What difference does it make that they put pressure on him?

Anyway, Naïm is stuck here.

The best solution is to get out, Naïm.

Calmly.

I said, ‘No’.

Otherwise they'll go to jail like me.

And that, never.

Wonderful.

All right, Lagadec?

Yes.

Note: pepperoni and cheese.

One pepperoni cheese, one merguez oriental.

White calzone.

Yes, white.

Without peppers?

No peppers.

What's this?

A witness.

I didn't ask for a witness.

That's true, but it seems to me that you gave us the freedom to investigate?

Can I borrow your office?

Yes.

I don't get it.

You don't get it?

I'll explain.

You introduced yourself as Gilles Pujol's girlfriend,

but you forgot to tell us about your affair with Jordan Leroy.

Why did you forget?

Because it's a misappropriation of a minor as well as being a fault

or because it has to do with Gilles Pujol's death

and what's going on here?

Either you speak now, or this is going to get very ugly.

That thing with Jordan was bullshit.

I know it was.

Huge bullshit.

It only lasted a month.

Very good.

Did Gilles Pujol know about this?

No.

I doubt that.

OK.

So Gilles Pujol knew about this?

He's the one who asked me to stop with Jordan.

Asked?

He just asked you and you agreed?

No, he threatened me.

He said if I didn't stop, he'd report me to the Academy.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

The delivery has arrived.

Borel, can't it wait until we're done?

Sorry, that's for now.

Commander Lagadec's order.

He also asked for you to be miked.

Of course!

Pizzas!

You put them on the floor

and raise your hands slowly.

You've done it.

Now you're out of here.

Hold on a second, please.

I told you to get lost.

Back the fuck off!

Yours is without peppers, Captain.

Thank you, Captain.

I think you misunderstood, I said: ‘Without peppers’.

What are you talking about?

Is that code between you?

Is that code between you or not?

Answer the fucking phone!

Come here. Come with me.

Come here, I'm telling you!

Let's get out of here.

Do you have a gun or not?

Do you have a gun or not?

Yes.

Take it off.

Hurry up.

Put it down gently.

Come here.

Come here.

Naïm!

Search her.

Don't tire yourself out.

They're beautiful in the police!

Fucking hell!

Fucking shit.

What is it, Lagadec?

What's going on, Mr Brahi?

Are you taking the piss?

I'm asking you for pizza,

you bring me a keuf with a microphone between her tits.

Are you hurt?

It's nothing, I cut myself shaving.

Can you explain your sudden obsession with peppers?

It was to make them hold me back.

I've done it.

You were right about Sophie Blanchard.

What's all this bullshit?

First your captain makes a fool of me in front of these kids, then your lieutenant

goes off on a rant about peppers.

Plus, you heard, she's the one who broke her microphone.

No, I didn't hear anything.

I didn't have a helmet on.

Is that good for them or bad?

It's good and it's not good.

On the one hand, it gives us every reason to think that Pujol was

jealous and that he pushed Jordan too far.

You can say it.

On the other hand...

What, on the other hand?

Explain.

A devious mind might think you killed him to stifle love.

affair with Sophie Blanchard.

No, that won't do.

What did he risk if they found out about his affair with Miss

Blanchard?

Nothing.

He would have been told off by his mum.

Whereas Sophie Blanchard, a teacher, she had everything to lose.

She told me that Gilles Pujol had threatened to report her to the academy.

Did she ask you to get Pujol to shut up?

Yes.

What?

Crap!

As you say: ‘Shit’.

Even if they didn't intend to kill him, the beating was

premeditated.

With you cops, it's always the same.

The more we talk to you, the more we're in trouble.

This has gone on too long.

I'm going to start the operation.

So you can face Mohand?

That kid must be completely freaked out and exhausted by now.

Give my men a little more time.

They are trying something.

We'll never know.

Your lieutenant destroyed the microphone.

It was to gain their trust, Lagadec.

You lost mine.

What's going on?

They're starting the operation.

Mohand!

You have to surrender. It's now or never.

I'll never go back to prison!

Get out of my way!

Commander!

It's the coroner, she wants to talk to you.

It's over, Mohand.

Drop those guns now.

You're getting your confidence back because your mates are there.

Cut the crap.

It's Moretti.

Lieutenant, you put me on speaker.

Gilles Pujol died of asphyxiation.

His mouth and nasal passages were blocked.

at least one hour after the beating.

Sophie Blanchard ?

Did you hear that?

Yes, I heard.

Why is he telling me this now?

They're putting pressure on Naim's father and...

Stop being paranoid. Listen to what we're saying!

No, I'm not stopping anything! I'm done!

You want to play big brother with me,

but you're just a bastard cop trying to put me to sleep so you can fuck me over.

Lagadec, call off your men!

You're too late.

Grenade on the ground!

Don't shoot!

Mohand!

No !

No more.

Sophie Blanchard has made a full confession.

I'm sorry.

A 20-year-old boy died today and you're sorry.

You're a terrible prick, Lagadec.

You're going to be charged with assault and battery, which means

the judge is going to give you a dressing-down.

You're going to ask his forgiveness and tell him you won't do it again.

Finally, you'll get a suspended sentence.

Mohand stuck his neck out for you today.

He didn't hesitate for a second and he was right.

You'd better behave yourself.

If you do anything stupid, you'll have to deal with the legless ass.

Is that clear?

Hi there!

Hi!

Nice of you to come.

Did you hear the voice in your message?

I immediately understood that it was important.

What was that thing you wanted to tell me?

Sometimes I wonder what you do when you're not at school or at home?

Yes, that's a special question.

What do you want me to say?

I sniff glue, I drive the wrong way on the motorway with my scooter...

Just like everyone else.

If you must know, I...