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Nobody move! Hands up over your heads!

- How is Rezzoni? - We don't know yet.

He took a bullet to the head.

Mr. Riva?

Police Chief Lydle Herzog.

While we're looking for Rezzoni�s replacement,

Chief Riva will take over his duties.

And his first mission will be to investigate what happened to Rezzoni.

What is it you're after in Rezzoni�s life?

Toni Rezzoni is my brother.

At first. There were three of us, inseparable:

Toni, me and Xavier Unger.

Times have changed.

It was his Idea I infiltrate the Loggia family.

Next day there was a price on my head.

That's when they made me leave. With the hope never to see me again.

- I married the one who stayed. - Fran�ois?

Is that you?

Fran�ois hasn't existed for a long time. I'm Frank Riva now.

Is that all that's left of the Loggia clan?

Go back with the others, Papa.

Before this gets nasty.

How could you leave me like that?

I almost died!

Hold me, Frank.

You'd better be on the lookout, Frank Riva.

The enemy isn�t always where you'd expect.

THE CROSS AND STAR

Sorry, pal.

What time do you suppose it is?

No, please. Don't do it!

Please.

The witnesses saw a guy on a motorcycle. That's about it.

As soon as they heard shots, everybody ran for it.

Shall I send this to the lab?

I'll keep one.

Chlef Herzog wants to see you. She's inside.

Sorry to have to wake you up, Frank.

But the two victims have ties to the Loggias.

I thought that would interest you.

What exactly is a Chief of Police doing out at this time of night?

I have insomnia. Might as well keep busy.

You smoke too much.

Well, folks, considering the early hour,

the house would like to offer you a double espresso!

You told me earlier you didn�t know the victims.

Those two old guys. Never seen them before.

They weren't exactly our usual kind of clientele.

We get a lot of well-heeled thirty-somethings.

Yuppies, they call them.

You wouldn't believe how noisy it gets in here most nights

We hardly even heard the shots.

I thought it was a car backfiring, to tell you the truth.

Ren� Nieves.

"N�n�" for short.

Glad to meet you.

It's really hard to believe, Isn�t it?

Having it in for old guys.

What could two old guys have done to deserve a thing like that?

Chief, maybe... maybe you have some questions you'd like to ask.

Not for the moment.

Thanks for the coffee.

Well, not to criticize or anything...

but your Chief there, he's kinda special.

Francis, you swore to me you would never...

I'm telling you, it wasn't us!

Some guy on a motorcycle.

Must be some crazy!

Jo and Lucien, they were retired.

It doesn't make any sense.

So why didn�t he kill you too?

- Are you sorry? - Don't be silly.

I'm going back to the hospital now. I'm on duty tonight.

That's it. I've been through everything.

The data banks of the police, Interpol, even the FBI.

Joseph Faggioli and Lucien Pudd were a couple of harmless retirees.

For years now. Nothing to report since 1984.

Jo Faggioli. Jo "the Bean."

He used to collect the fingers of the guys he offed.

He kept them in the refrigerator

and used them to leave fingerprints all over the place.

Used to drive the Narcs crazy.

- A real joker. - How awful

That's the kind of person you hang out with?

Faggioli and Pudd? They were just a couple of cheap gunmen.

Little hired hands, as Louis Loggia called them.

Kind of cute, don't you think?

Weren't they part of the Nice branch of the French Connection?

Looks to me like the crosses are a dead-end.

Just dime-a-dozen trinkets.

On the other hand, I just got the first tests back from the homicide lab.

The blood we found on the sidewalk In front of the Nemrod.

It belongs to Faggioli and Pudd. - No kidding!

We were practically wading in it. - And a third person.

Maybe the guy on the motorcycle was hurt.

The old guys weren't armed.

You going home for a nap?

I'm going out to stretch my legs.

Could you give me the car keys, Juliette?

To stretch your legs?

Want me to come along?

Keep looking through all your machines.

Find out everything you can about the victims. Who they knew.

The routine stuff.

Later.

See you soon.

How come we always get the impression

he knows more than we do? - Because he probably does.

Who let you in?

I don't need anyone to let me in where I want to go.

You have three seconds, then I'm calling security.

What is it you want?

I was wondering if you had any news of your father.

If I were him, I think I'd stay hidden.

Yesterday his brother. Today two old friends...

I don't follow a word you're saying.

Faggioli and Pudd.

You must have known them, too, as a kid.

A couple of sly old dogs.

Shot down like animals, last night.

Mr. Riva, I don't know what world you're Iiving in.

But here it�s the 21st century.

I manage over a dozen companies, worldwide,

several of which are Listed on the stock exchange.

My father and Uncle Louis...

they Iived their own Iives,

struggled for their families.

Your people were italian Immigrants.

You know it hasn't always been easy for us.

You can leave me out of your sad story.

The days of guns and godfathers are dead and gone, Mr. Riva.

And to answer your question,

I have absolutely no Idea where my father is.

Thank you, Maxime, for the free lesson

on modern times and methods.

Very helpful.

In the meantime, you may want to tell your father

that someone's killing his henchmen and he's on the hit list.

I have no contact whatsoever with my father.

So all that, It's for recycling garbage?

That's right. Why, you want another lesson?

No need. I know all about garbage.

He could get to be a real pain.

Not for long, believe me.

Herv�, this is Riva...

Yes, thanks, my legs are nice and stretched.

Tell me, can you meet me at the Nemrod?

Right away. I was offered a coffee

and didn�t have the chance to drink it. One should never turn down a gift.

The TV even came to interview me.

I wanted them to pay me for it, but it seems that isn�t done.

All depends on what you have to sell.

So, Chief! I hear you decided you wanted that coffee after all?

Buscema and Juliette went to see the families.

Faggioli has a daughter in Paris

and Pudd 's mother is still alive. She's 101.

I wouldn't expect too much.

So I hear you're new in town?

- What is the third man's name? - What's that?

The one who managed to get away that night.

You have exactly ten seconds to refresh your memory.

Hey there! Wait a minute now!

What's all this about? I don't know anybody.

- I'll have another, please. - Tell your Chief that's no way to act!

If I were you, Mr. Nieves, I'd answer.

N�n�.

He prefers "N�n�." Isn�t that right, N�n�?

I have never understood why snitches

always like to call themselves such stupid names.

I guess it's all just part of the glamour.

Listen, Chief...

He asked you for another coffee, N�n�.

You know, all I want is to Iive my Iife,

without trouble. - You're out of luck today then.

Why don't you want to believe me?

The way you went out of your way to kiss up to the cops last night.

Offering to make them coffee, as a matter of fact.

Making a coffee, that's grounds for suspicion?

The third man. Who was he?

I don't know.

The others came in here a lot. Not him.

They called him... Francis.

That's all I know, I swear.

Would you please clean that up?

Oh, yes. Wait a second, now I remember!

One day, Jo and Lucien,

I overhead them say that this Francis, he hangs out at Chauveau's.

- That's a billiard hall over at... - I know it.

No hard feelings, Chief?

You still owe me a coffee, N�n�.

Just out of curiosity. How did you know he was hiding something?

I work from the general principle that everybody is lying.

And from there... - Of course.

You go poke around at Chauveau's,

try to find out this Francis�s last name.

I have to go get ready. I'm going out for dinner.

Who with?

What are you? With the police or something?

Flowers? That was never your style.

I'm making an effort to Improve. To adapt myself.

I'll go finish getting ready. Just give me another five minutes.

Make yourself a drink, If you like.

You know, I'm not exactly taking you to the Tour D'Argent.

I want to be beautiful for you, Frank.

You can take me to the corner diner if you like.

Frank, can you get that? I'll be right there!

Did you want to see Catherine?

Come on in. She'll be here in just a...

No, I...

I must have mistaken the floor. Excuse me.

Who was it?

Her.

She ran away as soon as she saw me.

Who was it, Catherine?

That was Nina.

What are you hiding from me?

I meant to talk to you about her. Maybe not right away, but...

Once a long time ago... a very long time ago,

a young woman came to see me, very beautiful.

Her name was Sofia Rizzi.

She was looking for you, too.

Just like me, she hadn't heard from you.

Apparently she knew about me, but I knew nothing about her.

She came as a complete surprise. - Listen, Catherine...

Sofia worked for the Loggias and...

She had just found out she was pregnant.

She was half out of her mind.

I don't really know why. I decided to help her.

In some twisted sort of way.

Sofia was pregnant...

With your child, Frank.

So, Mr. Police Officer...

It seems you want a word with the person in charge.

- You're Chauveau? - Make it snappy, will you?

I don't like to be seen in the company of folks of your persuasion.

Bad for business?

Bad for my self-esteem.

I just wanted to know the last name of one of your patrons.

First name, Francis.

I got a bad memory for names.

Listen, I'm working with Assistant Chief of Police Riva.

Riva, what Riva?

Frank Riva? Now that's one name I couldn't forget.

He's been dead for years, Frank Riva. You were still in diapers.

Well, I guess you'd say he's been resuscitated.

You know what?

My first name is Thomas. And I'm just like my patron saint.

I believe it when I see it.

All right?

All right.

As odd as it may seem,

when the shock of hearing that you had a mistress wore off,

Sofia and I got to be friends.

Well, friend is a big word. Let's say friendly.

I was there when the baby was born,

and I often took care of her when Sofia had to work.

Still the same kind of work?

Yes.

She continued to work for the Loggias,

smuggling drugs between the States, Canada and France.

She must have been good at it, because she never got caught.

When did she die?

About fifteen years ago.

How did it happen?

I don't know, Frank. She Iived dangerously, she knew the risks.

Tell me the truth, Catherine.

The Loggias accused her of skimming.

Sofia was afraid for her Iife. I advised her to leave France.

Which Loggia, Catherine?

Norbert Loggia.

I don't know if he was the one to give the order,

but one mornlng Sofia was found at her place,

dead from an overdose of heroin.

She never took drugs, Frank. I am sure of that.

And the child?

She was eleven when her mother dled.

I took care of her a lot. I did all I could.

But it must be in her blood, Frank.

Something she gets from you.

What's that?

She can't stay in one place. She doesn't trust anyone,

never lets herself get attached.

- I need to talk with her. - Wait.

Nina has big problems right now. It seems serious.

I don't even know where she Iives. Or how to get in touch with her.

I'll find her.

Frank. Don't you think I should talk to her first? To prepare her.

My dear friends, I wish you a very bon app�tlt.

Are you pleased with the wine?

- it is Kurdish. - To tell you the truth,

we drank it, but I don't think we really tasted it.

Ah, yes! When there are many things to speak of.

So it's true, then. I have a daughter.

A daughter who is almost 25, yes.

A Iittle bewildered, a little wild,

but she has her mother's beauty

and the pride and passion of her father.

Thank you, Catherine.

What for?

To have taken care of her all those years.

It was selfishness on my part, you know.

I felt like a mother...

and to have kept a part of you somehow.

Sometimes when I watched her smile,

that little toss of her head when she didn�t get her way,

I was seeing you.

Hello, yes...

What's that?

Listen, it is late and Francis is tired.

Who is it?

No, I won't.

Call back tomorrow morning.

I don't understand. They say that they're calling

for someone named Norbert. - Give me that!

Francis Melfi here.

Yes, I'm Iistening.

Frank, let me try speaking to her first, all right?

As you like.

Nothing can be gained by forcing things. Especially with Nina.

You might spoil everything.

You think there's still anything to spoil?

We'll see.

That's quite a woman!

Believe you me! All I can say is: That's class.

The classiest! - You don't know the half of it.

Sorry to bother you, Chief. But I went to see Chauveau, like you said.

It looks like if he's going to talk, It will be to you and you alone.

He thought I was dead too, did he?

That's right.

I don't believe it.

I swear, I just can't believe it.

When I think I spent two years in jail because of you.

Two fucking years,

because my buddy Handsome Frank sold me down the river.

To the cops? I was the cop.

Yes, well, that I didn�t know.

So the kid wasn't making it up after all: You're back?

Passing through.

So who are you after this time?

A guy named Francis.

So why should I help you?

Because we used to be friends once upon a time.

That's right, we had some good times, the two of us!

I had my own boat,

and I don't know how many loads we put through, Frank and me.

You being a cop really pissed me off.

You're not the only one.

I only know one Francis who comes in here. That would be Melfi.

An old hand. You probably knew him back then.

Sounds familiar. Where can we find him?

I'm not a phone directory.

That's true. Thanks, pal. For the beer, I mean.

Hey, asshole!

We should have dinner. Talk about the good old days.

You don't hold a grudge, do you?

At my age you take any memory you can, good or bad.

I'll call you.

I'll get onto Melfi first thing tomorrow morning.

No, I'll let Buscema do that.

I want you to find someone for me. A girl named Rizzi. Nina Rizzi.

Who's she?

Just do it without asking questions, okay?

These are the last addresses where she spent the night.

But...

Does that have something to do with... - Please, Herv�.

I'm going to walk a little before turning in.

See you tomorrow, Chief.

- I think you know why you're here. - No, Mr. Loggia.

I don't understand anything about what happened the other night.

Except that the guy didn�t kill me.

And you really don't know why?

I received this the day after the blast that cost me my right eye.

I don't get it.

One of your people is out to get me, Melfi.

Tell me who.

I swear to you, I don't know anything about it!

In that case, you're going to find out.

I want to negotiate with him.

If you refuse, I'll assume you are protecting him.

Do we understand each other?

I'll do my best, Mr. Loggia.

But I've been out of circulation for a long time now.

We're too old for this kind of nonsense, don't you think?

I only want to negotiate and settle the problem.

All right.

You're surprised to see me up, aren't you?

I do have my good days, thank goodness.

And I wanted very much for you to see me like this.

Come.

I'll take you into Xavier�s den.

He usually only sees people here at home when it's Important.

I mean, more important than usual.

Go on in.

- I'll see you afterwards? - Yes. I'll wait in the Iiving room.

I thought we had cleaned out the Loggias 25 years ago.

But they're more powerful than ever.

You being here is a godsend, Frank.

Nobody knows them better than you.

I paid a high price for that.

I know.

From now on you, Chief Herzog and your division

will devote yourselves exclusively to the Loggia clan.

And you'll only have me to answer to for your actions.

What exactly do you expect from us, sir?

What do I expect?

I want Maxime Loggia�s head.

His perfectly styled, Harvard-graduate little head!

Sorry, but I have had a terrible week.

I haven't offered you anything to drink.

Nothing for me, thanks.

I don't understand why you haven't done something

about the Loggias before this.

Because I thought we had them under control.

They served to maintain...

a semblance of balance in the drug trade.

When old man Louis was killed,

I even thought that it was good riddance

once and for all.

But there was that series of murders and attacks.

Today!

A gang war in the middle of Paris!

I won't stand for that, Frank.

Not for one minute!

Still, it's quite a coincidence.

What's that?

That I should be here, after all these years,

to take up right where I left off.

You don't believe in chance, Frank?

I've got to have them, Chief Herzog. Father and son.

And I demand that you put a stop to this bloodbath Immediately.

I noticed that elections are coming up soon.

Next month, as a matter of fact. I'll have to register to vote again.

- What's that supposed to mean? - I don't believe in chance,

but I do like to be able to figure out cause and effect.

Coming from you, that kind of allusion hurts, Frank.

You'll survive.

I won't keep you any longer. I'm expected.

We'll go into this matter in greater depth next week.

I need you, Frank.

Don't start to play the fool. Not now.

You can call her later. Come on.

I don't understand your attitude, Frank.

I thought you and Unger were good friends.

I have an infallible built-in bullshitometer.

And so?

So I don't know exactly what's at the bottom of the story

between your Commissioner and the Loggias,

but it is surely more complicated than what he cared to tell us today.

Complicated how?

How?

Like 30-year-old unfinished business

With its share of Iies and corruption, evasions and long-standing grudges.

Why would Unger be hiding something?

I don't know, Lydle. The Xavier Unger I left behind

was an exceptional 34-year-old police officer.

And now, that Xavier is gone for good.

As dead as my brother Toni.

This cross is the symbol for Viana, my hometown in Calabria.

I don't get it. There's no one left

back there. For years now.

Viana is a cemetery. Everyone's gone.

Maybe so, but the guy who shot Pudd and Faggioli knows about it.

You might even say he's actively promoting it.

How did you manage to come away safe, Francis?

The guy came up to me...

He must have seen my tattoo.

And then he just walked away, didn�t take any more notice.

Jo and Lucien were with the Loggia family for 30 years.

Louis was gunned down, Norbert came close.

If you know something, I'd advise you to tell us.

How come everyone thinks I know where to find this guy?

I'm fed up!

Old man Norbert called me.

He wants to meet up with the gunman.

Do you know where Norbert is?

No, he'll get in touch with me.

Do you know how to get in touch with the killer?

No idea. But...

I might know someone who could find him.

Now we just wait until Loggia contacts Melfi.

In the meantime, Melfi will put out all his feelers.

So I went to all the addresses you gave me.

At each one Nina Rizzi stayed less than one week.

Gone from one day to the next. Like she was on the run.

So what do you have now?

I'm going to see a girl this afternoon who supposedly worked with her

In a dress shop near the Bastille. And, oh yeah.

Someone forgot this in one of the hotels.

The cleaning lady

found it under some furniture. It may have belonged to Nina.

You all right?

Fine, thanks. Yes, it's Nina Rizzi all right.

The little girl in the photo, I mean.

- And the woman is her mother? - Let's find Nina, that's all I ask.

Hey, now, calm down.

What's the matter?

Who the hell are you?

Look, I've got an appointment with Nina Rizzi's friend in 20 minutes.

If you need me...

Don't worry. See you later.

Chief! Juliette has been brushing up on her geography.

We found a few things on Calabria.

Sorry! I don't know what came over me. It was automatic. I didn�t mean to.

It's all right, Juliette.

I'll get over it.

We found the village of Viana in Calabria.

And the other one, too... - Marreggiano.

Fifteen kilometres away from each other.

Godforsaken holes. - Fifteen kilometres?

Can you tell us what we're working on and why? it might help.

Viana is where these little trinkets come from. And Marreggiano

Is the birthplace of the Loggia family.

Which means that the killer...

Was a close neighbour of his victims.

- A long time ago, though. - Generations back.

That's a smell I recognize, Chief.

Straight from the motherland. Smells of vendetta.

I know it, too.

Don't even bother to sit down, Frank.

What's up?

Your friend the Commissioner is not going to be happy.

Our killer has probably cropped up again.

Who is it this time?

Paul Pontevecchio, another retiree. Someone close to the Loggia clan.

I know him.

We found tire marks outside.

Probably a motorcycle. A big one.

Pontevecchio...

He hasn't had anything to do with the mafia for at least...

15 years.

Chief! Come and see!

What kind of game are they playing at, Frank?

It looks like systematic elimination.

Someone with a grudge against the Loggias?

Or one of the Loggias cleaning house. Who knows?

You. You must know, don't you?

These people, you knew them.

Yes, it's me...

Herv�, where are you?

How did it go?

Nina's girlfriend put me onto it.

It's not 100%y sure, but it's better than nothing.

We could even try to catch up with her tonight. From midnight on.

Perfect! Give me the address, we'll meet there.

Riva?

Could I have a word with you?

Go on home, we'll fill each other in tomorrow.

See you then, Chief.

Be good.

No kiss goodbye?

Looks like you've bonded with your crew.

That's good.

I wish it were the same with me.

Excuse me? I thought we were on excellent terms.

You think so, Frank?

No one tells me anything!

Why isn�t Sebastian with you?

I can't say anything for the time being.

I'll remind you that you are still under my command,

Deputy Chief Riva!

You really look mad.

And no smart remarks, I am not in the mood!

I apologize.

There is something that's making me nervous about all this.

A weird sensation that we're somehow treading on thin Ice.

I know what you mean.

You don't know exactly where you're coming from,

or where you're headed.

Something like that.

I've spent half my Iife in just that state of mind.

After a while, it seems to make some kind of sense.

Really?

No. Not really.

Nina Rizzi has been working here.

About two weeks now. Every other day.

Waitress?

No.

On stage.

As a stripper.

- Shall we go in? - No thanks, Herv�.

I can handle this alone now. You go get some sleep.

So what can I get you?

A scotch.

Nina Rizzi, what time does she come on?

Nina who? Oh.

These girls have names? First I've heard of it.

And now, ladies and especially gentlemen,

a beautiful creature from Egypt,

a direct descendant of Cleopatra,

an untamable tigress who loves to be stroked,

I now present to you

Princess Roxanne!

Customers aren't allowed backstage. Please get out.

- I'm not a customer, Nina. I'm... - I know who you are.

You were there the other day at Catherine's.

What do you want?

To help you.

How did you find me?

I got lucky.

Catherine is worrled about you. She's afrald you may be in some trouble.

Who do you think you are, my guardian angel?

I guess you could say that. I'm an old friend of Catherine�s.

Roxanne, the queen of Egypt...

What a laugh. Did you like my act, at least?

Didn�t see it. Sorry.

You don't know what you're missing.

What kind of trouble are you in, Nina?

- That's my business. - I promised Catherine.

I won't stop bothering you until you tell me.

Why don't I just call the bouncer?

I'm warning you. He's two metres tall and weighs 110 kilos.

That's his tough luck.

Shall we walk a bit?

Listen, it's very sweet to want to help me,

but I got myself into some shit and I can get myself out.

I don't want Catherine mixed up in this.

What kind of shit are you talking about?

Nothing! Some guy. This guy I dumped,

who's a bit of a Neanderthal.

Give me his address, I'll go have a word with him.

Bad Idea.

He's not exactly the kind you can teach a lesson to.

- Does he get violent? - Listen, it's not worth going into.

I'm a big girl, I'm used to getting along on my own.

Tell Catherine not to flip out, okay?

Do you need any money?

I earn my own money.

You didn�t tell me your name.

Gabriel. My name is Gabriel.

Like the angel.

Not bad.

You're probably a pretty good guy, Gabriel.

Thanks for coming by.

At least tell me where I can reach you.

I'll call Catherine from time to time. I promise.

It's funny, I get the impression you really care

about my problems. - An impression...

Good night, Nina.

Really!

Claudio, how's it going?

I won't ask you in. Today is spring cleaning.

What happened to you?

The guy who killed Jo and Lucien. You heard about that, I guess.

Lo ti conosco.

La tua famiglia e de Salerno.

Tuo nome non e Riva.

That's right. it's Rezzoni.

Lupo knows everybody back home. He could trace

anyone's family tree back over hundreds of years.

Even the murderer's?

I hear you're an Important person, Lupo.

That nobody pulls a trigger in Paris

without consulting you first.

Maybe once upon a time.

But nowadays I help my wife out In the kitchen.

That's junk.

If you really wanted to give me a present...

It's Norbert Loggia that interests me.

And to find him, I need to talk to the one who's handing out

these crosses.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What about the village of Viana, ever hear of that?

Claudio, you've got to help him.

Faggioli is dead, Pudd is too.

And now Pontevecchio. How far is it going to go,

this craziness?

I'll ask around.

That's all I can do.

It's Loggia I want. Nobody else.

Somebody brought me this to give to you.

What do we do now?

This is war, zio. We don't have a choice.

The cop... He wants to talk to you.

I saw him out the porthole. He's not bad.

This is serious.

We should maybe Iisten to what he has to say.

Juliette�s and Lieutenant Buscema's results, both on the computer

and in the field, are a perfect match.

The enemy has a name, and his name is Maxime Loggia.

He's always boasted about being the new generation, completely legit.

Loggia international has fingers In pies all over the world.

Maxime travels constantly between London, Hong Kong and Bogota.

Nothing but squeaky clean companies.

Even the Finance guys have consistently run into a brick wall with Maxime.

In reality, until his uncle Louis died,

Maxime was pretty much untouchable.

He stayed in the shadows.

A talent he inherited from his father, Norbert.

But now he's been forced to take over the reins.

Not quite out in the Iight of day, but almost.

Do you have anything to add, Frank? - Please go on, it's very interesting.

I spoke with the examining magistrate a little while ago.

He has authorized the use of wiretaps

on Maxime Loggia, but only in his Paris companies.

Not at his home.

That's a direct order, of course.

Planting the bugs is my job.

If you find me at the bottom of the Seine wearing cement booties,

you'll know I lost my touch.

You see too many movies, Guido!

So, back to the grindstone!

And once again, good work.

Frank, could I see you for a minute?

You too, Sebastian.

Would you mind telling me

just where Captain Sebastian was all day yesterday?

No, just so I won't look like a complete idiot if anyone asks me.

Captain Sebastian was acting on my orders.

We work as a team here, Riva!

And until it is decided otherwise, I am part of that team.

Some may go so far as to say I'm running it.

Listen, Chief...

Sebastian helped me find a woman called Nina Rizzi.

She is the daughter of Sofia Rizzi, one of Louis Loggia�s mules.

And how might she be of interest to us?

Norbert had her mother killed. She might just feel like lending us a hand.

Very well.

That's all for now. I'll expect your report on that, Herv�.

Of course. Chief...

You still owe me dinner.

I haven't forgotten.

If it's a problem of money, a can of pork and beans

and a piece of camembert will do just fine. I'll bring the wine.

I'll keep that in mind.

If it's because he doesn't like women who smoke,

he could at least just come right out and say sol

Chief! A call for you. Someone called Francis Melfi.

What do I do? - Patch it through to my office.

Yes, Francis...

Already?

As soon as I can. I don't know...

In about an hour and a half?

Okay, I'll pick you up. See you in a bit.

Where are we off to, Chief?

I don't know about you, but I've got someone to see.

I've got someone tailing Nina Rizzi.

He'll keep me informed of her every movement.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my regular job,

more or less equal to my rank.

Would you mind letting me by?

You don't want to tell me where we're going?

Sebastian, you have your whole career ahead of you.

What I'm doing Is not only dangerous,

but also very prejudicial.

Listen, Chief, I'm an adult, I've had all my shots,

and I like to make my own decisions, all right?

I think you can probably understand that.

You're right, I can.

We meet again, Chief Riva.

You've brought along an unexpected guest?

Not to worry, he's with me. Where is Melfi?

He's waiting for you inside.

What about me? Who's going to keep me company?

What's going on, Francis?

So you're the one who requested a meeting?

With the person who leaves crosses like that

on their victims. Yes, that's me.

How's that for I. D?

Who are you?

He knows me.

I've never seen you before In my Iife!

Of course you have. The last time you saw me I was six.

It was at my father's funeral, In Viana.

O Dio. Marla.

Marla Forio.

Why don't they come back out?

I'm going to go see.

Eh, poliziotto, do I bore you?

They were three against one.

They had clubs and Iron bars.

They beat him until his bones cracked under their blows,

until he couldn't scream anymore.

I hid behind a tree.

I couldn't move, I couldn't scream.

I was paralyzed, like in a nightmare.

Two days later, they found my father's body in his car,

at the bottom of a ravine.

The police said it was an accident.

I didn�t speak again until I was ten years old.

For years I was told those three bastards were dead.

That there was nothing more to be done.

That Norbert Loggia was in prison. - How did you know?

They had changed,

but I recognized them right away. As soon as I saw them.

What about Louis Loggia?

I don't know anything about that. I have nothing against him.

So what are you going to do now?

Arrest me?

I need you, Marie... to help me find Norbert Loggia.

Yeah, he wants to meet me? Fine with me, because I do too.

But I want him alive.

Well, that's where we differ.

- Listen. - No! You Iisten.

Do you know what it means for a kid to grow up without a father?

And to see him die before your very eyes?

Marie, I beg of you, be nice. Listen to what he has to say.

If you play along with me, If you lead me to Norbert...

I'll let you go free.

Can a cop do that?

I don't know about a cop,

but I can.

Norbert Loggia had my father killed because he thought he was a snitch.

But my father never informed on anyone.

I want his hide, Riva. He had my father killed

before my very eyes! They beat him to death!

Norbert Loggia killed someone I loved, too.

I'll think it over.

The offer won't stand for long.

I thought you were Pontevecchio, the other night. it's a good thing

you had your tattoo, Francis.

Does it hurt?

A little. I've had worse.

If you're trying to trap me, Riva... I'll kill you

without thinking twice.

I've seen what you're capable of.

Lupo will get in touch with you soon.

La vendetta.

My family was wiped out because of it.

Chief! Come with me. Qulck!

Servain, the cop I had tailing Nina Rizzi just called.

She was practically kidnapped just now, on the street in front of her hotel.

- is she all right? - Servain stepped in.

He didn�t get a look at their faces.

She was scared but she's okay. He took her down to headquarters.

Let's go.

- Who was that girl leaving Melfi's? - That's my problem.

I won't let you get mixed up in that. - You don't trust me?

If I didn�t trust you I wouldn't have asked you to look after Nina Rizzi.

Why should I give a shit about Nina Rizzi?

Hell, I'm no goddamn babysitter! - Nina is my daughter.

Yeah, well... What? I

I didn�t know.

Neither did I, so don't worry about it.

Herv�, please watch the road. - Yes, boss. Sorry.

Are you all right? You're not hurt?

Not at all.

Except for the tall stories I've had to swallow.

You didn�t tell me you were a cop, Gabriel.

Would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?

You don't want to tell me who's after you?

That's my business.

You find it amusing to Iive like a hunted animal?

Why don't you get off my case?

- I promised Catherine. - Yeah. Right.

Treat me like an Idiot, why don't you.

- I don't get it. - Oh, really?

Did you recognize me right away?

As soon as I saw you with Catherine.

That photo, I've looked at it so many times.

For hours at a time.

I even used to talk to it, as a teenager.

- I didn�t know you even existed, Nina. - And my mother, you forgot about her?

Can I go now? - No way.

You don't have any rights over me!

Captain Sebastian,

my daughter Nina.

You'll take Nina home with you and not let her out of your sight

for a second. - Are you crazy?

You are completely responsible for her.

- OK, boss. - He may be your boss,

but he's not mine! - Then tell me

who's trying to kidnap you! - Forget it!

We got off to a bad start, this will only make it worse!

You forgot this.

You can keep it, I could care less now.

Hey, don't you have something better to do?

You can't be serious. You're not going to watch me all night?

I've got direct orders. You were there.

So what? Don't you ever disobey orders?

All the time. But only when I'm not on duty.

You're full of shit!

I'm warning you, I'm going to be a pain in the ass.

Catherine?

It's me.

Sorry, this is Frank.

How are you?

I found Nina.

Yes, don't worry, she had already recognized me.

She's fine, yes.

Catherine, I wanted to ask you a favour.

She won't talk to me about her problems...

You're hurting me!

Next time, you'll know what hurt means.

Is that clear? - Let me go!

It's easy to push someone around who can't even defend herself!

Oh, really? And that someone is you, I suppose?

Listen and Iisten good, because I'll only say it once.

Thank God for that!

The bugs are in, but they haven't given us anything yet.

Maxime Loggia is either squeaky clean or extremely sneaky.

Thanks, Guy.

What about you, Frank? Anything new?

I've made some contacts,

we'll soon know Norbert Loggia�s whereabouts, I think.

How?

I'll let you know a little later.

You're a Ione wolf, is that it?

Do you know how Ione wolves end up, Frank?

- No, Lydle. - Alone, Frank.

They Iive alone, they die alone.

I know what I'm talking about. I am one.

I've got my methods, Lydle.

I don't know if you'd appreciate them all that much.

As long as they stay within the Iimits of the law.

Exactly.

The work you're doing on Maxime Loggia Is complementary to mine.

Buscema knows what he's doing. He doesn't need my help.

But I can't help you In your field.

Watch your step, Frank.

They won't cut you any slack. And neither will I.

I know.

Got any kids, Roman?

A few, yes.

Here and there.

What about you?

Me too. But only just recently.

You're lucky. It's nicest when they're babies.

My baby is twenty-five.

I see.

- Please, have a seat. - Thank you.

I'll have the same thing as the gentleman.

I told you I wouldn't cut you any slack, Frank.

So you did.

Tonight, I'm here as a friend.

We will avoid any touchy subjects.

We'll just get to know each other.

Sounds good.

How old do you think I am?

I never answer that kind of question.

Why, do I look that old?

Oh, all right.

So I'm fishing for compliments.

But I guess you're not going to bite.

Fishing is all about patience, Lydle.

You don't have anything more classy?

Beer. is that classier?

Maybe where you come from.

The start of a memorable evening.

So throw me out.

Don't tempt me.

Who is it?

Catherine Sinclair. Frank was supposed to let you know.

Come in.

Have you come to set me free?

I've come to be the go-between for you and Frank.

So he's the one you and Mom were both so gaga over?

How about I make us some dinner?

You two can talk In the Iiving room...

Thanks very much, Captain.

Herv�. Here, I'm just Herv�.

See you later, Captain.

I see you two have already made friends.

He's an asshole.

It's been a lovely evening, Frank.

I should have invited myself sooner.

Sorry to have been so standoffish.

But it's hard to lose a few decades' worth of habits

In just a couple of week.

No need to apologize. I love people who are standoffish.

Taming them is a challenge.

By the way, didn�t you notice? I haven't smoked one cigarette tonight.

Was that for me?

Impressed?

And here we go our separate ways?

I want to thank you for coming tonight.

Someone had to make the first move.

We were starting to get seriously bogged down.

I just don't want you to get hurt, Lydle. That's all.

I don't expect anything from you, Frank.

And I'm certainly in no position

to embark on the love story of the century.

Well, that makes two of us.

You either?

I know, Frank.

I knew that right away.

Life is short.

You don't know the half of it.

Sweet dreams.

I'm warning you right now that I'm no great cook.

But the sauce

Is from an italian recipe given to me by my partner Buscema.

It looks delicious, Herv�.

Pass the Parmesan?

What's wrong with my Parmesan?

I'll go see.

Sorry. it must be something I ate.

You're pregnant, is that it?

What are you talking about?

Would you stop treating me like an Idiot for two minutes.

How long have you known?

It'll be the third month pretty soon.

And the father?

He's the one who's after you?

That's my problem, okay?

Just tell me one thing, Nina. Are you in any danger or not?

- No. - Are you sure?

I have no Idea.

Pregnant... I can't believe it.

What about me?

Are you going to tell your father?

"My father"?

Do you have any Idea what you're saying?

Some guy I've never even seen before.

What do you want me tell him and why should he care?

Give him a chance.

What for?

So he can dump me too?

Like he did Mom? And you.

Do you know what it means for a kid to grow up without a father?

- Riva here. - This is Lupo.

Francis has set up a meeting with Norbert Loggia.

He wants to see Marie alone. - When?

Tomorrow. At daybreak.

What do you plan to do?

Trust me.

- With Marie's Iife? - it's up to you.

You look out for her, Riva.

Tell me where and when.

Lay your rifle down very slowly and put your hands behind your head.

If I were you, I'd do as I was told. Now.

You were going to shoot a 22-year-old girl through the heart?

Have I got that right?

Hey, Iisten, I don't know who you are, but...

That's right. But I know who you are. Or rather what you are.

- I don't know her. it's just a job. - Shut up and move.

You're thinking of trying something?

Be my guest. I'd like nothing better.

Nina. Come here, Nina.

- You want it too. - Let me go!

Jerk!

I love you, too.

You're not going to keep me shut up here all day long?

No Idea. I'm waiting for orders.

An obedient asshole. Great.

At your service!

Tea or coffee?

Make both, we'll see.

Apart from that, did you sleep well?

Me too. Like a baby.

How did you know that Norbert Loggia wouldn't show up?

Because I know him better than his own mother.

What about him? How did you know where he'd be?

I picked out the spot I would have chosen if I'd been hired to do the job.

There's always an Ideal angle.

Here, this is his r�sum�.

He's a former Army sharpshooter.

He's been a mercenary for the past five years, and he's got a record.

In any case, with no victim we can't hold him long. Thanks, Juliette.

Chief Riva!

No use going any further, we're taking a walk.

- Another time, OK? - Afraid not.

I'll wait. Sorry, but it's an emergency.

And an order.

- it seems you've made an arrest? - Small fry.

We'll have to throw him back in the water.

Frank, are you in contact with the gunman from the Nemrod?

You wanted Norbert Loggia, didn�t you? So let me get on with it.

When I asked you to the house the other day,

I assigned both of you to this case, Frank.

You and Herzog.

Why are you working on this solo?

I've got personal things to settle.

I refuse to put her in danger.

I'm big enough to make my own decisions, If you don't mind!

When this all blows apart, the shit will hit the fan, Lydle.

I'll be long gone, but you... - Now you Iisten to me, Frank Riva.

Please! I'm not eager to witness a psychodrama.

In fact, just why are we here, Xavier?

Because after this morning�s fiasco,

Norbert is no doubt planning to leave France, if he hasn't already.

I want to know If you feel up to stopping him.

What do you want? The odds?

Whether it's Norbert Loggia or the nut

who's gunning down former gangsters. I'm going to need someone, Frank.

And very soon.

And it's got nothing to do with the goddamn elections!

Just remember I can pull your badge anytime,

just like that!

Okay, back to square one.

I am giving Deputy Chief Riva another 48 hours

to get results.

In whatever manner he sees fit.

Very good, sir.

You always did have the knack for getting a rise out of me.

You're gifted that way.

See you in two days, Xavier.

Don't let him out of your sight, of course.

Of course not.

Listen, Herv�, I know It's a pain in the ass,

but if you could just stay home a little while longer...

I'm not quite sure...

But I don't want to take any risks, Okay?

What about Nina, how is she?

Fine.

She's a piece of work, though.

Later.

Looking for someone, Chief?

If you wanted to come with me, all you had to do was ask.

And you would have told me to get lost.

Probably.

That's where you were headed, I suppose?

- Any victims? - No.

There was no one inside. But it's completely destroyed.

- Was it a criminal act? - We found empty gas canisters.

The perpetrator didn�t even bother to get rid of them.

Funny, I was thinking about my boat.

I built it with my own hands.

All it needed was a couple more coats of paint.

Where were you planning on taking it?

Far away.

Frank. I don't want to be kept In the dark anymore.

I want to be part of the team.

WIII you play by my rules?

I won't do anything Illegal, you know that.

If I'm going to count on you, It has to be 100%y.

You can't ask me to agree to that blindly.

Yes, I can, Lydle. I have to.

For your safety and that of the others.

But this is completely against the law!

You can't just keep me prisoner like this!

You won't tell Catherine anything. So too bad for you.

Until you give me the guy's name...

You have no right.

You think you can just show up after 25 years

and suddenly become my father?

You're nothing to me. My sire, that's all.

The guy who wrecked my mother's Iife. That's all!

Don't talk about things you know nothing about.

And him... is he going to spend his Iife shut away here too?

I've been meaning to do some cleaning.

It's your call, Nina.

Help us to help you and everything will sort itself out.

You don't know what you're getting into.

Really?

- You going to be all right, Herv�? - No problem, boss.

It is a real honour to share my humble home

with such an exquisite person. - Very funny.

Well, I see you two have become fast friends.

It won't be for much longer.

I'll take care of business, then take her back in hand.

Don't worry about it. How is it going with Loggia?

For the moment they've all vanished into thin air.

I'll keep you posted.

Hey! Walt a second. This is for your cat.

You want the poor beast to starve?

You sure you don't want to adopt him? He'd be in heaven with you.

And leave you all alone at your place?

No way. You keep him and I'll feed him.

Okay? See you tomorrow! - if I'm still around.

I hate it when you say that!

You don't seem surprised to see me.

Not really.

Thanks for this morning.

I was wearing a bullet-proof vest, like you said,

but he could have aimed at my head.

- Where are Lupo and Melfi? - in a safe place.

Are you the one who burned down the barge?

Lupo asked me to do it.

You know the story about the wolf who gets caught in a trap?

To get away, he chews off his own leg, is that it?

That's exactly what Lupo did with his barge.

And it's not the first time.

What is he to you exactly?

My father's cousin.

He raised me when Loggia had my father killed.

He's also the one who taught me to use a gun.

Did he start you off on this vendetta?

No!

He begged me to let go of the past.

But what I saw that day...

I know where Norbert Loggia will be tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.

- Who told you? - Lupo.

He's always been the one to keep me informed

about Loggia and his friends.

When he saw he couldn't discourage me, he helped me.

How did he know?

Someone keeps him informed.

He never wanted to tell me who. Before I set fire

to the barge I Iistened to his answering machine.

There was a message. A guy fingerling Norbert.

The time, place, everything! - Did you keep the cassette?

I'll come pick you up at seven.

You can sleep here if you want.

I'm a dangerous criminal.

You planning on killing me?

Well, then.

You're a weird kind of cop.

I know.

We'll be ready for take-off In five minutes, Mr. Loggia.

Fine.

My luggage is on its way.

Don't move, don't turn around, just act normal.

Your flight has been delayed.

Frank. Have you lost your mind or what?

Come along with me and don't make a fuss.

So now you're working with that little bitch?

- Do you know who I am? - Of course.

I should have had you killed too, that day in Viana. But I'm too soft-hearted.

My brother always said that would be my downfall.

He was right.

Her I can understand. But you, Frank.

Why are you hunting me down like this?

I thought the past was dead and burled by now.

I thought so too. But we forgot about Sofia Rizzi.

Sofia? What's she got to do with me?

- You had her killed. - What are you talking about?

Throw down your weapons!

- Tell the nut to drop her gun. - Go to hell!

Marie.

Be reasonable, Frank. I don't want any more bloodshed.

If you're smart, I take off in three minutes

and you'll never hear from me again.

You're not going to listen to him?

Throw down your weapon, Marie.

We'll get another chance.

Very good, Frank. That was the right thing to do.

And because you did the right thing, you will leave the hangar alive.

But you haven't left me any choice.

Shoot her. - Norbert, no!

Don't push your luck, Riva.

Everybody on your stomachs. Now!

Okay! Don't shoot! I give up!

On the ground!

You know we'll have to take her in.

Marie Forio, I mean. - You can try, anyway.

You going to be all right, Chief?

- It's been such a long time. - Just one less asshole.

You may be right.

Check.

Not bad.

Of course, "not bad"! I told you I was good.

You think that just because I show my ass for a Iiving I'm dumb?

I don't think anything.

I'm just trying to play a quiet game of chess. To relax.

All right, sorry.

What? What is it?

Something on my nose?

No. I was just looking.

In fact, you're not such a bad guy. Especially for a cop.

Oh! Now what kind of bitchy remark are you going to come up with?

No, you're patient, you have a sense of humour...

Got a girlfriend?

Yes and no. Depends on what day it is.

Like me.

Your turn.

No, yours.

Take it easy, James Bond! It's just the pizza.

Can you go get my wallet out of my jacket over there?

You feel empty inside, don't you?

The Loggia brothers are both dead now,

but there's a lot of unfinished business.

Where is Claude Lupo?

Who passed him the information on the Loggia�s whereabouts?

For one.

Norbert seemed to be telling the truth back there,

when you accused him of having Sofia Rizzi killed.

He was genuinely surprised.

I noticed.

Chief, it's Herv�. He's got trouble! Nina Rizzi has been kidnapped.

I'm sorry, Chief.

There wasn't anything to eat In the house, so I sent out for pizza.

The doorbell rang...

We found the delivery boy In the basement, gagged and bound.

It's all my fault.

Don't be stupid. Did you get a look at them?

Shit! So stupid!!!

It's all right, Sebastian. You're not to blame.

They must have been there a long time, waiting for their chance.

Your friend, Catherine Sinclair.

She talked with Nina yesterday evening. Maybe she could tell us something.

I'll go see her. Don't worry. And thanks for everything.

She refused to tell me his name. She was afraid of him.

She thought he would do anything to get the child.

She didn�t say anything that might give us a lead? Anything?

No. I'm sure of it.

I barely had time to get used to the Idea of being a father.

And now I find I'll soon be a grandfather.

I'll find her, Catherine.

I'll find them both.

I'm sure Nina knows that.

Why do I get the feeling you're still holding out on me?

Maxime Loggia is expecting Important foreign delegates.

Now we just need to know where the delivery will take place.

You'd best calm down for all our sakes... yours, mine and the baby's.

Whatever happens between us outside of work...

It was a game of chess, Frank. A close one.

Some decisions are hard to make. But someone has to make them.

I knew you'd come.

Who sent you? Let her go. She won't talk.

Adios, compadre.

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