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Kill him!

You owe him nothing.

Forget the past,

we'll do great things together.

Not him.

Not him? He doesn't care about you!

Don't tell me you're doing
in sentiment!

Kill him or I will!

We know very little.

At dawn, a trawler went up
with a dead body in its nets.

It doesn't look good on a fish market display.

Since when do we have a crime scene,

and they don't warn me?

"We", will probably have forgotten.

"We", would even be able
to have done it on purpose.

We would have done that.
It would be small.

Very childish.

You find that normal
that I learn it by Internet?

Your Sonia's blog.

One of the fishermen called the newspaper.

He didn't get his picture taken?

You contaminated a crime scene.

She, at least, was present.

The victim is a young girl.

A violent blow to the head.

Gentlemen were driving
this young woman behind the cordon.

I don't want to see
any more journalists.

Fred, I only do my job,
I do it well.

But you prevent me from doing mine.
Come on.

That's it. You let
him get away with that?

Could it be jealousy I see
peeking out from behind your sarcasm?

You've got some nerve.

I remind you

that we are on a strictly
professional ground

Glad to hear it,
Lieutenant.

We forget about the incident, you take
the fishermen's statement.

With me, Borel.

She was pretty.

Had she been ugly,
she would have died no less.

Her body did not suffer too much
from her stay at sea.

The death is recent,

24, 48 hours at the most.

A violent blow to the temple.

The bleeding was mostly internal.

Could it be accidental?

Wrapped in a tarp and weighted down,

I'll let you draw the conclusions.

Tell me, is that a tattoo?

Yeah.

Can you help me?

No, not me.

Dancer, your assistant.
The other one is in purgatory?

Yes.

A sexual invitation
is explicit.

It's amazing for her age,
she was what?

Sixteen, 17?

Nineteen in a month.

Sandrine Malouin, her purse was
in the net.

Are you sure it was
in the net?

It should have been in the tarp.

Damn it! Sonia.

Sonia!

Lieutenant Sonia!

When was the last time you saw your daughter?

Yesterday morning.

She was leaving for class.

What was she studying?

International business, she wants to go
to Canada next year.

Who are you?

Shit balls, out!

Get out now or I'll lock you up at.

Fixing the damage, Lieutenant?

The usual.

Don't talk to me about ethics
this time.

It is my duty as a journalist
to be in the heart of the news.

What do you think Sonia, you're going to get
the Pulitzer or whatever,

by publishing gutter scoops.

I am reporting on reality.

Marseille has become a lawless zone
where people are killed every day.

Okay, that was the work
of a war reporter.

At the risk of your life, you capture on the spot
the heartbreak of the victims.

Open your eyes, Sonia.
There are people who suffer.

I think of all those mothers
who have the right to be informed

when a daughter who could
be theirs is killed.

You don't denounce insecurity,
you provoke it.

You are cracking when you are being a sheriff.

I'm going to write my paper,

and we'll meet for a drink.

She was a serious girl.

She spent a lot of time

in a student support
organization called the Hive.

Why are you talking about her in the past tense?
I don't!

We'll pick up this discussion
later.

Yes,

Last thing, Sandrine's tattoo,

you know why she got it?

What tattoo?

I knew it. Sandrine would have
let herself get carried away by this girl.

I told you not to let her
hang out with her.

A certain, asia

I don't know her last name.

Sandrine, it's asia.

Why aren't you answering? Shit!

Where the fuck are you?

Where is he?

The captain has instructed me to tell you

to continue your investigation
without you taking care of him.

He's off on an important lead.

The victim did not have a cell phone
in her purse.

I thought to myself, a young girl
her age without a cell phone,

that doesn't exist.

So I located the device.

It's here, in this apartment.

Whose apartment is this?

The building belongs to a Chinese company.

I contacted their representative,

a lawyer named Forestier.

Mr. Forestier, attorney-at-law.
Captain Cain, right?

I'm sorry I can't get up.

My assistant told me about a homicide,

a corpse thrown into the sea.

What does this have to do with my clients?

We'll soon find out.

All the apartments in the building
are rented, except this one.

Do you have the keys?

The time to get them for me,

I suggest you come back tomorrow.

It's today that I want to enter.

Force that door, Borel!

You have a letter rogatory?

Not the big lawyer's number.

Some days it's not
the day, counselor.

But without a letter rogatory,

I'm not obliged to let you
in.

Let's play chifoumi.

Break down this door
or I will do it myself.

You are exposing
yourself to serious problems captain,

I will notify

immediately that I am witnessing a break-in.

Notified, Counselor.

Let go of me! Don't touch me!

You have no right.

Easy, easy, easy.

Ouch! The scissors cut the leaf.

I've won!

Who could have done this
to our Sandrine?

A bright girl, full of plans.

This is some kind of association here, right?

Eugene was a teacher,

when he retired, we created the Hive.

An open place to welcome
students

who can exchange,
work together,

find a family atmosphere.

But Sandrine had her parents.

The family is often overwhelmed

when young people arrive
at this level of study.

They spend their days here

where they feel understood and supported.

We even have some residents,
brilliant elements

but with modest incomes.

It's a great initiative.

I was told about Asia,
a friend of Sandrine.

Do you know her?

She lives here. I don't think
I saw her today.

When she finds out,

she's such a sensitive child,

she'll be upset.

Calm down. There you go.

You're just accused of murder.

It's not a big deal.

But it's not okay.
I didn't do anything!

How long ago was
that Sandrine was a prostitute?

How many did you do a day?

Two young girls, pretty,
ready for anything.

It was Sandrine who got me into this.

I did it once or twice,
I swear, you have to believe me.

I told Sandrine, it's not
for me this kind of thing.

You'll have to tell me a little more,
Asia.

How do you expect me to believe you?

This apartment, who lent it to you?
Is there a network under there?

No, I swear!

You know guys who pay
to fuck,

Sandrine, she didn't need
anyone to find them.

We have a problem, Asia.

Sandrine's body was found
in the sea.

Even though, everything has been cleaned up,

I am sure she was killed
in that apartment.

By a client, by a pimp.

Do you know any of Sandrine's clients?

She found them on the net.

There was her sugar daddy.

A sugar daddy.

You told me a little more about him.

He was a regular, an old guy.

This sugar daddy, does he have a name?
What did he look like?

Mid-50s?

I don't know much more than that.

We're going to let you go back,
but you're not leaving Marseille.

We'll be able to reach you at
any time.

Before you leave,

the Lieutenant will check
one more thing,

with your permission.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

She doesn't have a tattoo.

You want to tell me what the hell you're doing?

I'm looking for this girl everywhere

and you question her without telling me.

We're catching a bigger fish,
a pimping network

which surely killed Sandrine Malouin
to make an example.

As for the rest, I'll let you debrief
the file with Borel.

I have better things to do.

Are you going to leave me hanging again?

If it's about yesterday, we can
maybe discuss it.

I think everything has been said.

We have nothing to do together.

You've made it abundantly clear.

You're the one who got on
your high horse.

Then we need to talk again
about how we work.

See what you can find
about Sandrine Malouin, Lieutenant.

It will be more useful.

Me, I'm going to see an old friend.

The whore is in the news.

I don't like that very much.

I understand.

You do what you want,

but there's no way

that this case is going to get back to me.

I'll take care of it.

You don't do well in the slammer,

it makes you look gray.

Because it works for you?

I never imagined
that it would give me so much pleasure

to see your face again.

It's been a while.

What can I do for you, friend?

I have a student at the plate,

she was a hooker,

but it wasn't her job.

A side job.

Pimps brand their girls like that,

ring a bell?

No.

They entertained in a building
on the ground floor or a room,

Chinese owners, lawyer nominees

It stinks of financial set-up.

Now I'm interested.

Because I own this building.

I should say, it was mine.

Since the Kondés took
out of my business,

it must have passed
into the estate.

Does their heir have a name?

Better than that, a pedigree.

A pedigree for one race.

You know him, by the way.

He used to hang out at Sefano's bar

back when we hung out there.

Little Tony.

Tony? Antoine Virandelles?

He's a wanker,

nervous, violent, but he's a wanker,
not a big shot.

He's grown up since then,

he's become Mr. Clean.

You'll never catch him.

I'll try anyway.

Get me out of this, Fred.

If you get me out, I'll help you
take him down.

I can get you someone on the inside
at Virandelles.

You're like family,
Adrien, you know that.

But I can't do anything.

Thanks for the tip.

My gift.

I'm sorry, but Maître Forestier
can't see you.

Can I propose you an appointment?

Not for two months, right?

Sir, you can't.

I didn't know you were busy.

We'll continue this later.

Let me remind you of the procedure.

You want to hear from me,

you send me a summons and I,
must answer it.

Today, I just wanted
to talk to someone.

Given your skills, I am sure
that you can help me.

For consulting, 200 € per hour.

Still.

Holy cow.

Five minutes should be enough for me.

Maître Forestier,

as comfortable in criminal law
as in commercial law,

from an underprivileged background and close
to the little people,

he made a name for himself in the El Santo trial,

a French-style class action,

against obesity-promoting products.

Nice plea! Lawsuit won.

You save me the trouble
of introducing myself.

Dear client,

however, this renowned lawyer plays

the concierges of building
in his spare time.

To help little people like you,

I run the store
and the Chinese are very generous.

The Chinese, the big bosses.

But so are the mobsters.

Three minutes left.

So, what's your question?

Yes.

Let's say I have a little
business that's not very legal.

For example, prostitutes
to work.

I'm looking for a discreet apartment for them.

Could you help me?

My duty would be to
advise you against such a business.

Even if I have located a vacant
apartment,

a space managed by your firm.

In this case, the best thing is
not to tell me about it.

You take your responsibilities,

you squat the place and I,
if I find out,

file a complaint.

You will file a complaint
against Sandrine Malouin,

but she is dead.

It is true that her death induces

the extinction of any public action,
but I can envisage with my clients

a possible recourse to
of her insurance

for prejudices caused.

It's great the law, everything is square,
everything is planned.

The most relaxing thing is to respect it.

Yes, I advise you to try.

Otherwise Virandelles, Antoine Virandelles,
that tells you something ?

I'm sorry,

your five minutes are up.

I hope I was useful to you.

You can't sleep either.

You scared me.

No, I can't stop thinking
about Sandrine.

My poor little girl.

We are all in shock.

You have to forget now,

you have to think about something else.

Eugene,

I have something to tell you.

What do you want to tell us, sweetie?

No,

it's difficult.

Don't think that I don't like you,

but I've been thinking and I
would like to stop.

Your studies?

No.

I was thinking, it would be a shame

after all we have invested in you.

Taking you in, feeding you,
housing you

a little bit of pocket money.

You cost us a lot, you know.

You don't have the means to continue
your studies alone.

I don't want to end up like Sandrine.

Oh my darling!

Come into my arms.

Sandrine, she was no longer thinking
about what she was doing.

She had lost

ambition.

Ambition, that's it.

You, you are an angel.

Look, you're just starting out,

but you like it?

Note, I understand you.

There's nothing wrong with having fun
at your age.

I can't go back
to that apartment.

Of course, you'll share the one
with Camille and Aurore.

You will get along well with them.

However, be careful

because we're doing this
for your future,

but we don't want any trouble
with the cops.

Eugene, would you please take her back to her room?

Because I think she's too
tense to go back to sleep right now.

I'm going to bed too,
I'm not waiting for you.

I was able to establish an approximate schedule
for Sandrine Malouin.

There are gaps of three to four
hours per day.

No doubt the frequency with which
she was prostituting herself.

Perfect, Einstein.

These Internet ads offered

indeed massage services.

But the number listed refers
to a server in Poland,

impossible to trace the calls.

This confirms the hold

of a pimping organization.

Otherwise, apart from the mysterious Sugar Daddy,

we have nothing!

The sugar daddy is a customer
like the others.

We forget.

In the name of what?

This is our best lead.

Borel,

we have to aim higher,
Lieutenant at the top

Antoine Virandelles.

You have solved the case by yourself.

We just have to sit back and applaud.

Where did you get this one from?

Antoine Virandelles is an ex-braco.

He shot for five years but his booty was never
found.

Since then, he is one of his octopuses
who has legs everywhere

and who reigns in Marseille.

All the services have broken
their teeth on him.

To launder his money,

he has a lawyer that we know very well,
Maître Forestier.

It is through him that we can reach him.

No way, if we attack
the bar,

the prosecutor, the examining magistrate,
they will eat us alive.

I mean, I...

No, I have a lawyer, we don't touch him.

Do you understand me?

You're really crazy.

You pull a name like
out of your hat,

should follow you with closed eyes...

I can do without you,
Lieutenant, if you want.

Borel, you're putting yourself down.

That's enough, both of you
in my office.

I let a lot of things go,

but not when the childishness
slows down the investigation.

You want to play dumb?

You're not getting out of here until
you explain yourself.

That should calm them down.

This pin-up girl, here,

did you read her last article?

She makes the link between the death
of Sandrine

and the student prostitution network.

You're still giving her
the news, right?

I would if you would give me.

But you don't report a quarter
of what she manages to dig up.

Maybe that's because she doesn't have
you around all the time.

After dumping me like
you did,

you have no right to be jealous.

Me? The day I get jealous,

you can start walking, yes.

Yes you always bring everything back to you

With your misplaced pride.

We were this close to getting there together.

And we'll always be this close.

Because when it comes to pride,

I've found someone stronger than me.

I say stronger,

it's really stronger.

At least we agree on one thing,

there will never be anything possible
between you and me.

I confirm.

It's not even worth trying anymore.

Feelings are not made
for us.

Because as soon as we are a little sincere
with you, we become vulnerable.

And that's when you take advantage
to bite.

Of course I bite,

it saves me from being disappointed by a woman

who doesn't want to commit to life.

I have only one commitment
in life,

that is my job.

A young woman was found dead

after having been sexually exploited,

excuse me for having something else to do
than trying to please you.

What's up?

We took up the whole case
Sandrine Malouin.

From A as in abuse to Z -

As in zigouillé.

We will continue the investigation.

But we're not going to work
as usual.

What do you mean by that?

We'll infiltrate one of our agents
to Antoine Virandelles.

Not just any agent.

I'm volunteering.

Antoine Virandelles,

he was just a petty thief.

The easy punch,

a lot of ease with the ladies,
a little proxo on the edges.

And then the case of Saint Trop'.

Five years in prison.

He never gave up his accomplices.

That earned him the respect of the milieu.

At the same time, it's not difficult,
he had them all killed.

Do you have any proof of what
you are saying?

None, Madam Judge.

You can peel back his life.

It's like an onion.

There are so many layers
that you'll be crying

before you see the end.

Your mission will only be
to infiltrate our agent

and ensure the safety
of his cover.

Any slip-up and we stop everything.

Do we have a deal?

There's still time to back out, Adrien.

I moved to the south
for the sun,

it would still be very stupid
to stay in the shade.

We took your advice.

The customs will give us a bait
so that I approach Virandelles.

I hope he's up to the task.

And that you will too.

This is a seizure that
we did not declare.

What's this?

Perfume, counterfeit.

We did specify shipment
of cocaine.

Cocaine or otherwise.

From Southeast Asia.

Or other drugs.

Fucking administration!

What do you want us to do
with bottles of perfume?

There are still 100 000 €.

Sold at retail, it can double.

Are you going to take it or not?

It's going to be harder
to hang it up with this.

But hey, I guess I can handle it.

Well, your department is responsible
now.

I can't even understand
how the judge could agree.

You are known in Marseille,

your infiltration can be unpacked
like that.

I have never been close to the milieu.

You know very well.

I don't know them.

They don't know me.

So come on, stop beating around the bush.

If you have something to say to me,
it's now.

I know you can do it.

You're not trying to talk me out of it?

Would it do any good?

No.

Then it's a good thing I didn't try.

Yes.

We won't be operating from SRPJ,

the fewer people who know about this,
the better.

We'll be closer to the action.

Your name is Émilie Roche.

The RG helped me to make your CV.

Emily Roche is real.

She disappeared last summer in Macao.

The RG thinks she was wiped
off the map by a triad.

I created a social network for you.

You have 32 friends.

I am missing more than
your profile picture.

Childhood in La Ciotat.

Cité Fardeloup.

My father used to do the market

in addition to his work
at the shipyards.

He wanted us to live with dignity.

He went into debt,

bought us a house,
36 Chemin des Dames.

We now have a target,
Antoine Virandelles.

And an objective,

collect a maximum of evidence
formal against him.

The murder of Sandrine Malouin.

You continue your investigation and Virandelles
must feel safe.

Astrological sign?

Gemini.

Libra, that would have
been perfect, right?

The main thing is to protect Lucie's cover

until he makes her
an absolute trust.

Sexual preference.

What do you think?

Virdondel is known to be suspicious
of eavesdroppers.

He won't let anyone near him
with a cell phone.

So we didn't bug him.

From now on,
you are in the wild,

no return possible.

This is it, here we are!

This is where Lucie Delambre disappears.

Lucie.

Be careful.

Good luck.

Is something wrong?

No, I just wanted to check
that you were there,

it makes me feel better.

Don't worry, Lieutenant.

I'll be with you day and night.

I can hear you from everywhere,
from the terrace too.

There are only two rooms,

you will share Aurore's room.

Be careful with the bed.

There are two broken slats on the bedpost.

Come on, let's go.

You leave everything clean behind.

Clients don't like to find
other people's condoms.

We're like virgins to them.

How long have you been doing this?

Officially, six months.

Before, it doesn't count,
I was underage.

But I'm aiming for a big school

and I'll soon have the means.

Are you tattooed?

Not yet.

I'm just starting out.

You were Sandrine's new recruit, right?

Me, it scares me that
happened to her.

Who knows?

I don't.

Shoot her.

We asked around,

her name is Émilie Roche.

She has been in
Asian countries for a long time.

And her basic thing is dope.

What the hell is she doing with Adrien?

She spent her youth between Marseille
and La Ciotat.

And how did he seem to you?

Wrinkled to the core.

That's good.

When he wants to see me,
he'll know where to find me.

But, if I understand correctly,
we are at the same point.

When I tell you, Fred,

that the police are incompetent.

I'm teasing you.

Yes.

No, that's the dog.

No.

The dog is his name.

I rescued him from the Humane Society.
He reminds me of you.

If you want, we'll take the evening off,
I'll introduce you to him.

Yes, rest well.

How...

How can you work
properly with a dog?

You can keep him for me when
I'm in the field.

No, I hate dogs.

Well, I have something
you might be interested in

for your
student prostitution case.

Yes ?

At a town hall party,

someone told me that the hoodlums
are racking each other now,

like a big funnel the pimps,
the thugs, the beggars.

The court of miracles.

Yes, and for the king of fools,

I have a name that is worth what it is worth,
Antoine Virandelles.

I'll play my sources.

No, you do better than that.

You meet him, you interview him,
like the word of a crook.

And then I want sensationalism, okay?

OKAY. The dance can start, here they come.

Is that the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

Go wait for me downstairs.

Adrien, my old friend, my master.

Happy to see you back in the real world.

Not as happy as I am.

You have a legend ahead of you.

None of us can
match him.

We have champagne
for the whole night.

It's annoying with all the flirts.

Oh là là!

The boss says you can
join him.

Contact made.

Cell phone.

Oh !

Any objection ?

Emilie! But what a beauty!

Come on, get in there.

I love your place, it rocks!

I'm the one who chose the decor.

So Adrien told me
that you are hosting him.

It's an old story
of love between him and me.

Respect for the elders.

I told everyone.

Adrien, he is a living legend.

Go ahead.

No, but have you seen how he is?

He hasn't been out of the cabin
for five hours,

that he already wants us to set up
a business.

He's been going on about it for months.

"Come to Marseille, you must
meet Antoine."

He adores you.

What about you?

Give me time.

Maybe it'll happen.

Come on, tonight we'll celebrate
Adrien's return!

We'll have plenty of time to talk again
Emilie.

Yeah.

The journalist, Sonia Darlan,

she has just entered the club.

Damn, she's going to screw up everything.

Intercept her, right now, Borel.

Fucking hell.

She's not messing around with this journalist.

From now on, radio silence.

Antoine!

Can I join in?

You're always welcome, Fred.

What's going on, Fred, here?

It's been a while.

I don't think our reunion
is for the press.

Oh, please.

So I thought you were at your best.

Don't work your box too hard.

At the same time, who cares?
is just a cover.

Fred?

It's not true.

I wasn't going to miss a day
like that.

It warms my heart.

This is Emily, a friend of mine.

Emily?

What are you doing here?

I don't think I have you on file at,

Emily what?

It's not very legit
what you're doing here.

Listen to me carefully, Adrian.

And you too, Antoine.

The past is all very well,
but I'm a cop,

I'm not allowed to be nostalgic.

So when a kingpin gets out of the slammer

and finds a crook in the roadside café,

I don't have the honor of knowing,

but I can feel her in the picture.

And that we add Master Forestier
in a corner

to play the crooked lawyers.

All this stinks of association
of criminals.

I just came to remind you,
that here...

This is not your territory.

This is mine.

Here's to you.

In solitary, I was in the sack by 10:00 p.m.

I can't keep up.

Well, it worked out okay in the end.

Fred pretty much saved the day.

You bet he did.

Room service, go ahead.

I'm not in the mood for Borel,
is the other comedian there?

That was some high flying tonight.

Because I have to applaud?

It's my life at stake.

Once again, your one-night stand
had to crash.

I don't know, you take her
on her honeymoon.

or you tie her up in the sack.

You do what you want,

but I never want to
hear from her again.

You got it? Thank you. I can understand her.

I can understand her.

Why did you bring her here?

She already understood everything.
There was no point anymore.

With a journalist on her hands.
The mission is compromised.

I'll call the judge. We're pulling the plug.

Oh no, shit, we did it.

Virandelles has totally
validated her identity.

I'm sure by tomorrow,
he'll contact her.

Except that Miss Blah blah blah is already preparing
her next article

and by tomorrow you and Lucie
will be on the front page.

Maybe even before if she triggers
her blog.

I understand the stakes.

They far outweigh anything
I could publish.

You can trust me.
I won't say anything.

Trusting the press,
would be a first.

Right now, there are
girls being thrown

into the arms of disgusting guys.

So if your operation could save
just one of them,

I support you.

Your boss is a rat.

He would kill mother and father

to embarrass the cops.

I don't give him a quarter

to blow Lucie's
cover.

He won't.

I trust her.

I hope you know what you are doing.

You don't like me much,,
do you?

Respect for old mobsters,
I leave that to others.

What's this thing, exactly,
between you and Cain?

That thing?

To me, it's the closest thing
to a real friendship.

When I knew him, your Fred,

he may have had those two quies,
he was at his lowest.

We used to go to Stéphano's rade,
like Antoine.

I would have had only one thing to do for
him to fall into the spiral.

I would have asked a favor, just one.

He was turning dirty.

He had something

that I didn't feel like breaking.

He had integrity.

His fucking sense of justice
pegged to his gut,

it commanded respect.

So instead of pushing him
one fine day,

I reached out to him.

I kicked him out.

So, here's what we have between us.

All the shit we could have done

and I stopped him from doing.

That's my client list.

If you want to do them all,
I invite you to do so.

But, you will have to explain to the prosecutor
what, in your investigation,

leads you to want to sully

the reputation of a member of the bar.

I see that Virandelles has come
to talk to his lawyer.

He also told me some little
stories from his youth.

Things you forgot
to put on your resume.

That might really interest
your hierarchy.

I forgot that only lawyers had
the right to mix with the scum.

Virandelles did time,
it's true.

At the time, there were 10 counts
of indictment,

I knocked down nine at trial,
the tenth on appeal.

Bravo!

Can you sleep while defending

these bastards against victims?

You shouldn't be screaming
like that

at people, Captain.

If the charges are dropped,
it means that doubt is allowed.

And at a trial, doubt,

equals innocence.

Just the opposite for a cop, doubt,
is his fuel.

Give me enough doubt
about a suspect

and I'll turn my chair into a car.

Now, you better move your
vehicle before I write you a ticket

for parking in
a handicapped space.

I warned you, Captain,

stay away from Virandelles.

We're going for a ride.

A search.

No approaching me
with a cell phone on.

People think I'm too suspicious,

but it's my life insurance.

Who are you, eh?

I told Adrien:

" Your Antoine, he can only bring
trouble, I can feel it. "

Before I found this paralyzed
on my way,

yesterday, in your box,

I was passing incognito

under the radar of the cops.

Now, thanks to you,
I'm spotted.

Thank you.

The apartment was empty this morning,
for half an hour.

They must have taken the opportunity to plant
the bug.

Damn Cain.

I guess I can brush up
for an apology.

Now, since we're here,

I might as well take the opportunity to show you
something.

You'll take a right here...

I never thought I'd see the sea again.

I won't shed a tear,.

The sea, it has always been there.

It's you who turned your back on it.

You are loyal, that's true.

That's what I value in you,

but honest, fair, you?

Wait, what am I doing here?

Instead of taking care of business,
I'm hooking up with cops.

With a friend.

And I'm not fooled,

if you're playing our game,

it's not to bring justice
to a murdered hooker.

It's just a cockfight

between you and Antoine Virandelles.

That pretentious asshole,

you think maybe I should
sober him up?

He'd kill you first.

You're too old for that.

You bore me with your frankness.

Beware of Antoine, though, Fred.

You're going to fall on a bone.

He's still got that badger face,
but

this guy's unpredictable.

He is capable of anything

and especially the worst.

Excuse me.

Yes, Borel?

At first, I wasn't sure,
but I think this is it.

Virandelles set Lucie up.

Adrien told me you were legit.

Did he really say that?

No, I'm just kidding.

In fact, he hates you,

but he thinks that without you,

it's not even worthwhile for me to try
to establish myself in Marseille.

This way, you're warned.

What are you offering me?

All this is mine.

To us, if you want it.

I control production in Asia,

transport and customs clearance.

All I ask,

is for a partner to manage
the retailers.

The old man has misinformed you, my dear.

Counterfeiting,

is not my field.

I can hook you up with some Africans
who do the markets.

I thought your specialty,
was to diversify?

I've got €100,000 worth here.

You get twice that easily.

I can guarantee one delivery a month.

Perfume?

You trying to test me or something?

Good point.

Let's start with the

perfume and move on to the big stuff.

I have excellent contacts
for dope.

Anyway, I'm staying in Marseille.
We'll have plenty of time to talk about it.

What was I saying?

You're done Antoine,.

Caught red-handed

with a stolen shipment.

I'll call my lawyer

and have this settled quickly.

Please, master Forestier is
excellent company.

No.

You're really a little
messed up.

I'm sure you're
a very frustrated person at heart.

Did you come for a scoop?

The kind that makes the front page of the newspaper.

I'm sorry, Captain Cain,

this is not where you
will get one.

You want to party?

Go ahead, feel free.

Arrest Mr. Virandelles

for possession of jokes,

I take care of notifying the press.

This will make
laugh on the Canebière.

What?

Are you out of repartee?

Not even a good word,

a brilliant exit,

inspector?

How she wiped him.
Damn, that was beautiful.

Not bad, I admit.

But what's this?

Who did you want to do it to backwards?

They bugged my house.

I figured they might as well

have me followed.

This time it's done,

she's definitely undercover.

There's no doubt about it, you work best together.

You're actually a killer, aren't you?

What does this cop want from you?

He wants to mess with me.

You saw it yourself,

he's no match for you.

Can you tell me?

I have to be sure,

if I want to work with you.

I'm not telling you anything.

Adrien may have explained you wrong.

Here, they don't work with me,
they work for me.

You've got guts,

a hell of a pedigree among the dorks,

but Adrien,

it's far from a free pass.

I'm not fooled.

He is planning to reclaim a territory
that is no longer his.

For me to trust you, Emily,

how far would you be willing to go?

Are we talking about sex here?

Because I'm going to disappoint you,

guys are not my thing.

We have the same tastes.

Your little students,
is my favorite 4:00.

At least there won't be any misunderstanding,

but that's not what it's about.

I repeat my question:

how far are you willing to go?

If it pays cash, far,

very far.

Stunia!

Are you working overtime?

Are you looking for something?

I think I've been on the wrong track
all along.

I came to check.

The victim, Sandrine Malouin, was not
hit on the head.

A slight hematoma on her left cheek,
indicates that she was slapped

hard enough to fall
and hit there.

Concussion.

Sandrine puts away her personal phone
because she is making a pass,

a client rushes her and she knocks herself out?

He makes her phone
disappear,

because he does not want
to be identified.

But why dispose of the body?

So that we don't make the link
with this apartment?

It would have been enough to move him.

By throwing it into the sea,

the intention was to make it
disappear,

to make it look like she was gone
and not dead.

No doubt, because it must not be
so difficult as

to identify the murderer.

Maybe a regular customer
in her entourage?

Sancho Bearnati.

Thank you.

The dog.

It's okay.

Nobody calls their dog
"The Dog."

You're beginning to know me.

I sympathize but I don't get attached.

Come on.

I'm wondering

if I've made a mistake.

Everything we say to each other stays off?

I have my boss on my back,

but I remain silent as a carp,

until I have your green light.

It is possible that Sandrine Malouin was
simply killed by a client.

Which means that by infiltrating
Lucie,

we put her in danger for nothing.

Bringing down a pimping network,
I don't call that nothing.

You don't have to feel bad about it.

Against these people,

all means are good.

Come here, you.

Maybe I'll give my dog a name
after all.

Better that, right?

We were waiting for you.

Come here.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Eugene has a surprise for you.

Where's everybody else?

They all went out to the movies.

We're alone.

You received your exam results.
They are excellent.

We talked about it

and we decided to welcome
to the family.

You want to tattoo me, right?

I don't know if I'm ready.

Yes, we do, we're sure

and we're thrilled for you.

We've had a little too much to drink, haven't we?

Where are we going?

Weren't you supposed to drive me home?

We have one more thing to do first.

Remember earlier,

when I asked you how far
you're willing to go for me?

You'll see,

is the symbol of your freedom,

the proof that you are ready to go beyond
and that you will go far.

Follow me, Emily.

Go ahead.

Adrien?

I know, it hurts a little bit,
but you'll see,

is an artist, Eugene.

Adrian, what did they do to you?

He's the past, Emily.
We are the future.

Cain was right last night.

We mustn't fall into nostalgia.
We must always move forward.

Kill it.

Do you want to work for me, Emily?

You want to prove your loyalty to me?

Now is the time.

You can't ask that of me.

Adrien, that's it for me.
You're not serious now?

Do it, kid.

And make sure that I clamor quickly.

Did you hear it?

Go ahead, shoot.

Shoot him.

You don't owe him anything.

Forget the past.

We'll do great things together.

He doesn't care about you.

Don't tell me you're doing
in sentiment.

Fucking shoot!

Kill him or I'll kill you both!

Are you satisfied?

I'll be honest, Emily.

I didn't think you were
capable.

Welcome to the family!