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We've been preparing this job for a month.

- When is it happening? - Soon.

- We have issues to resolve first. - A problem?

Valéra won't be long.

I don't like that cop.

He thinks we have a mole.

Valéra.

Watch out.

Smoking kills.

Whoever you are, you're making a mistake.

- Holding up a cop means jail time. - Shut up.

Hold the steering wheel.

Start the car.

- Clear. - We need him alive.

Get him before he talks to Koskas.

Don't worry.

- What's he holding? - Move away.

Come here. Come here.

Calm down, seriously.

Where's Valéra?

Well, he's here.

Oh, fucking hell. Get out of here.

Superintendent, sir. I'm Superintendent Libérati.

Crime Unit. I was investigating with Valéra.

He didn't have permission to work on this secret service crap.

- We can prove it exists. - I don't care.

Street crime is our priority, not spooks.

We just want to know what happened.

Captain Bago, my deputy.

Lieutenant Charbi, I was in Valéra's team.

Two men followed him here.

A 2m giant and a guy in a balaclava.

Balaclava? We've been tracking him for months.

NCA is dealing with nine cases in Marseille.

How many masked suspects do you think that includes?

Nine?

We're all affected.

At the NCA, if we shit on our own doorstep, we clean it up.

I wonder why they don't want our help.

Yeah, I don't understand it. They know you can count!

And you've just hurt yourself, and now there's trouble again.

It's like a sixth sense.

Calm down, Bago. I cut myself in the kitchen.

Nasty cut.

Yes, it's because I was using a really sharp ceramic knife.

- You really don't like it? - Are you pursuing this Valéra case?

Especially if it's your "Hydra" group who's responsible.

What's up with you, Bago?

- You don't just kill a cop. - I know.

This is serious.

And if Hydra bothered killing Valéra,

why wouldn't we be on their list?

That's true.

Off we go.

We needed him alive to interrogate him.

- Bouly did his best. - Marseille's cops are on high alert.

Not forgetting your vengeful sister.

- That's definitely a nuisance. - Maybe we need a diversion.

We could feed the NCA and Libérati a false lead

- while we deal with Koskas. - You have a plan? Please continue.

There's an unsolved case that might stick. The Legal case.

There's a small police station mission first.

I'll do it.

Haven't you fucked up enough for today?

With Marie resting and you undercover, who else?

- Bouly, talk with Nadine. - Sorry, I have good news.

- Alex cancelled the wedding? - Good one.

You located the 100 million euros Koskas had in his offshore accounts?

His money's transferred around the globe, but all of it ends up here.

- A National Bank of Bahamas account. - Let me guess, your honeymoon spot?

Unfortunately not. He's moved the money.

- Weren't there any direct flights? - Vincent, can we move on?

Someone withdrew everything in three days,

but Eric has hacked the bank's CCTV.

This guy isn't in any database.

Wait, one guy withdrew 100 million euros in three days?

What's Koskas doing with all this money?

More smuggling? Drugs? Weapons?

He wouldn't sacrifice his war chest for that.

And why hide it from his own team?

He's preparing something, but only Marco knows what.

I could kidnap him if you want?

You two, find out Koskas' secret.

Bouly, set up the police diversion.

I see, I'm allowed visits now?

I'll drop by later.

- You must be exhausted. - Absolutely not.

I've never felt so good.

Got something to say?

When I left you in the alleyway...

Yes?

I know.

You thought I was finished, and you could avoid saying...

"Listen, Marie. You're great.

The other night was amazing, but that's all it was."

Marie, you're great.

The other night was amazing, but...

I'm really scared of losing you.

Really.

Right, I'll pop in later. I came for your treatment.

- I'll do it myself. - As you wish.

You'll look lovely in that.

Lola.

What's wrong?

What's up, sweetie?

Is it about the wedding?

We never talked about it. We didn't even ask your opinion.

That's not it.

What is it? Tell me.

I've met another guy.

But there's Arthur, so I don't know what to do.

It's perfectly fine to feel a bit lost. It's normal.

Give it time. You'll make the right choice.

Like with Dad and Bertrand?

That's different.

Do you ever have regrets?

No.

Come on.

- Hello? - It's Pauline. Mr Koskas' assistant.

- He'd like to see you tomorrow. - No, I can't.

- I'm planning my wedding. - I know, but he insists.

- OK, I'll come by tomorrow. - Thank you.

Off you go.

Don't leave, girls. If you can't win at poker, try belote.

Marco?

- What are you doing? - We have a mole.

Your gun.

Spread your legs.

- I saved your lives! - Don't blame me. Dad's orders.

It'll be quick. Marsan's the Deputy Mayor's friend.

He wants to meet us for his speech.

I bought those for your mother, on our third date.

Has anyone seen my earrings?

No.

Hello, Mr Koskas.

- Mr Rey, I need to see you now. - I'm sorry, I can't.

Port-Miou inlet in 20 minutes or consider our collaboration over.

I'm pretty much ready.

Darling, don't hate me...

but work called me in. It's urgent.

- I'm sorry you have to go alone. - It's fine. I'll manage.

You're not too angry?

I'll be straight back.

Hello.

- Is that Valéra's widow? - Yeah.

Is the 406 her car?

- Where was Valéra going? - Sorry. I can't help.

You heard what my boss said this morning.

Laetitia, we want to nab his killer, like you.

Why would that bother your boss?

Sure it's not his friend's car?

Listen...

I shouldn't say this,

but we found a cold file in Valéra's locker.

Farid Legal, a skipper killed in '92.

We never found the killer.

'92?

- And it was Valéra's case? - No.

But they found his body near the grocery where Valéra was attacked.

You think he was killed over a 20-year-old case?

I have no idea.

But that might explain his recent absenteeism.

Absenteeism?

Sorry, I have to go.

Since when are you a car enthusiast?

The 406 was parked outside the station, so I gave her a ticket.

- Valéra's widow? - It wasn't written on her car.

One of these days you'll earn yourself a medal.

What's going on?

I've decided to downsize, Mr Rey.

They reckon Secret Service have planted a mole.

You're our latest recruits, so it has to be one of you.

That's ridiculous. I do your accounts, I clearly haven't betrayed you.

I've worked with him before. He's clean.

Your cop friend must have talked.

Let's find out.

- What's the gun for? - A clean-up.

I've never killed anyone.

Go on, get on with it.

I'll miss your wedding, give the ladies my love.

Such a shame.

I was sure you'd turn up dressed to kill.

Hurry up or you'll be dressed to kill in the morgue.

I can't.

I can't.

That's what I thought.

Know why you can't?

Because you're a dirty fucking traitor.

Go on, go on.

What if it isn't him?

Kill him.

All sorted.

Back to work. We have things to do.

- A drone? - Yes.

It's the Axone 2, a unique prototype.

800km battery life and undetectable by radars.

This little beauty cost the Army over 50 million euros.

You're stealing a drone from a secure military facility?

Yes. Don't worry.

After tomorrow, it's going for tests. We have a 24-hour window.

They have Special Forces in there. Are you planning to resell it?

Pointless questions.

Focus on the drone.

Here's a map of the base.

- But the hangar opens... - With a magnetic badge, I know.

Look.

First-class engineer, Lavandier. He's working on Axone.

We'll kidnap him tomorrow and steal his pass.

OK.

What do we do when the military facility notices he's missing?

I'll get his pass, but my own way.

Fine.

Bertrand mentioned "dressed to kill".

- "Dressed to kill"? - An agent in a bullet-proof vest.

Thanks, but I know what the code means.

I thought Vincent never used codes during operations

- because you dissuaded him. - We had to risk it.

Well, Bertrand did. How did you know what would happen?

Vincent's mic and his watch's GPS.

I was pretty sure Koskas would test his loyalty.

Bertrand showed good instinct. He rang us after Koskas called him.

Does he know what's next?

We're going to keep you hidden.

Shut away in here?

Yes, it's the only eventuality we hadn't accounted for.

- I have to call Alex. - No.

No contact with the outside.

If she tells Koskas you're alive, Vincent could die.

- Alex too, for that matter. - That's crazy.

I can't stay here. Our wedding's in two days!

- We'll nab Koskas by then. - What if we can't?

Until further notice, you're dead, Bertrand.

There, I've removed Mrs Valéra's parking fine from the system.

Without telling her? How will she know?

She'll still send the money.

Nothing's ever good enough for you, boss.

You're right.

Even this Legal case doesn't add up.

Why would Valéra hide this from his colleagues?

If they're like you, maybe he didn't fancy sharing.

Anyway, I checked the archives. Valéra never looked into this case.

And it just magically appears in his locker.

I'm guessing you think it's weird

that this revelatory case appeared out of thin air?

Know what I find weird?

What Charbi wouldn't tell us earlier about Valéra's side-line activities.

You truly amaze me sometimes, Bago.

Maybe you're rubbing off on me, boss.

In any case, hunting down the masked vigilante

was definitely his side-line activity.

- His higher-ups can't have known. - Why didn't he offer any intel?

I always fed him leads.

- Maybe he was less generous, boss. - Don't worry about it too much, Bago.

Let's make sure either way.

Yep.

Tomorrow, we'll pay Mrs Valéra a visit.

- Why does Koskas want this drone? - No idea.

- But the missing money is involved. - Only one way to find out.

I'll talk to Alex, don't worry. I'll reassure her somehow.

- If I miss the wedding, it's over. - I won't let that happen.

- Vincent. - I agree with Marie.

Koskas' plan is feasible.

- We need help from inside the base. - You want to help Koskas steal it?

The Army will never play along. Too risky.

Koskas emptied his accounts. We need to find out why.

- We can nab him for drone theft. - It's our best option.

It's simple and fast.

OK, proceed with the drone theft, but avoid the Army.

You work alone.

Obviously, no real bullets, only tranquillizers.

The first person to theorise anarchy was actually Bakunin.

Basically, without him there'd be no protest movements today.

Isn't that crazy?

Everything all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

- You weren't listening, were you? - You're talking about a Russian?

I've been with Arthur for ages, so I'd rather leave him first.

Sure. OK.

Bertrand, it's 8pm. I'm getting worried.

Your colleagues never saw you. Where are you? Call me back. Love you.

- What's going on? - Vincent has company.

- Are there cameras inside? - No, just audio.

- Switch it on. - It's only for dangerous situations.

This is dangerous, trust me.

Alex?

Hey.

- I haven't heard from Bertrand. - What?

I haven't heard from Bertrand. Have you?

No.

No, I don't know.

- Something must have come up. - He couldn't just call?

Two days before our wedding?

- Listen... - No, Vincent. I'm not stupid.

I know.

People panic sometimes.

Some people freak out.

They need some space.

I'm sure he's preparing you a wonderful surprise.

Some people only realise at the last minute.

He won't let you down.

You're perfect.

Why did you never propose then?

Why did I never propose to you?

I'll find the control panel.

- Wait. - Just as well you're a specialist.

The shoemaker's son. You know how it is.

See what I mean?

But why did...?

- Would it have made a difference? - What?

Would it have made a difference?

- I have to go. - It would have?

It would have.

Wait, just wait.

It would have made a difference.

Don't do this to me.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Goodnight. I bid you goodnight.

Off you go.

Hey, wait.

Bertrand said...

he'd take Lola driving tomorrow morning at 9am.

But he might not be there, so...

I'm meeting a big client, but I'll be there.

- Thanks. - Any time.

- Right, goodnight. - Yeah, night.

- Goodnight, Vincent. - Go on, off you go.

Well played, arsehole.

Lavandier: he's still at home.

- Call me if he leaves, and track him. - Easy peasy.

- I've got eagle eyes. - Just be careful with my car.

- Is there a problem? - Forget it.

He's pissed about the car incident.

I'm off. One hour.

Give your daughter my love, Vincent.

- What did you say? - Nothing!

What was that? I didn't quite catch that.

Good, thought as much.

All good.

His daughter?

He's a mate. I can say what I want.

His daughter.

- Will you recognise this guy? - Don't worry.

I've got the eagle eyes.

Back off, son of a bitch.

- He really hurt me. - That's funny.

Come on.

Come and do your Formula One lap.

Catch.

All right?

You were only as high as three apples and now you're driving!

You're driving! You were tiny a minute ago.

Has your mum's wedding put you in this mood?

- No, it's all good. - Sure, sure.

Go ahead.

Check your rear-view.

First gear. Look where you're going.

And I've stalled.

Good, but you're going too fast. That's better.

Steer back the other way. That's it.

That's it, let's stay in first gear.

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

- Isn't that him? - Yes! Go!

- Calm down. - Go, go!

What's going on? What's this prick doing?

- You didn't get scraped. - Are you fucking kidding me, Tony?

Shit, Mamadou. He didn't even scrape you.

What were you fucking thinking?

What are you doing? Are you kidding me?

- Vincent. - Is there a problem?

- We lost our guy. - What?

But he's driving a red Clio to the old port. I've got to go.

Hello? Hello?

- Who is this prick? - He didn't scrape you!

- What's he playing at? - Get back in the car.

Are you serious? Stop messing around!

- I couldn't get through. - You're pissing me off, Tony.

How was I supposed to get through? There was no room!

Everything cool?

I lost a package at work, I'll call the office.

Wait. Stop there.

Let's switch into test mode. Now concentrate. Off you go.

- Keep a safe distance. - OK.

Perfect, that's great.

- Keep a safe distance. - Like this?

That's great. You're doing great.

That's perfect now.

Speed up, speed up.

- But it's turning orange. - Precisely.

Right lane, right lane, now.

- I don't think examiners like speed. - You never know.

Park here and I'll buy you a drink.

How are things at home?

They're all right. Bertrand's always at work.

Mum's panicking about the wedding. Nothing new.

And you?

- Yeah, fine. - Lola.

Did you ever cheat on Mum?

Why would you ask me that?

Of course not. I'd never hurt your mother.

Well, I never would have.

Did Arthur cheat on you?

What a little arsehole.

He always acts so cool. I'll sort him out.

I'll... I'll speak to him.

When you're with someone, you don't mess with their feelings.

No, Dad. It wasn't Arthur.

It was Manon's boyfriend.

Juju will show him what's good for him.

I'll just go and settle up.

- I'm so sorry. - Sorry, my fault.

I'd like to pay for the two cordials.

- Here, I just found this. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Thanks, goodbye.

What is it?

You know the risks when you marry a cop.

I imagine it's worse when you don't expect it.

Mrs Valéra, was your husband investigating a murder...

involving a Mr Farid Legal?

Mathias never discussed his investigations with me.

Do you discuss yours with your husband?

No.

But his colleagues believe he was working on something

outside his shift hours. Something that kept him very busy.

When a case puzzled him, he'd shut himself away.

- Whereabouts? - In his workshop.

At the bottom of the garden.

Come, I'll show you.

Sorry.

Couldn't you just fess up about the parking fine?

It wouldn't have made any difference.

Sure, knocking her teacups over was a much nicer touch.

Do you padlock your nail box?

No... Go on, open it.

It's an accounts journal.

- And it was pretty well hidden. - Oh, crap.

- That means... - Valéra was a bent cop.

The main issue is infiltrating the military base.

We can't just walk in. The badges are for backup.

Don't worry, we have enough resources to get in.

Resources?

One minute.

- Lovely to see you. - Sorry, I'm in a hurry.

- Where is your father? - The rose garden.

- I'll take you. - No, thank you.

It's OK, I'll be fine.

- That's the lawyer's wife? - Yes, my dad invited her.

I'll follow her, just to be safe.

Hello.

How are you, Alexandra?

You seem a bit stressed.

Yes, a few little last-minute issues.

You wanted to see me urgently?

Yes.

Sorry to cut to the chase.

We have to remove you from the ethics committee.

- Have I done something wrong? - No.

But my shareholders want me to streamline the committee.

- Am I the only one getting the chop? - I'll be honest with you, Alexandra.

Did I ever mention my son?

- Marco? - No, his older brother, Romain.

A bright young man, gifted athlete, and calm temperament.

- Unlike his brother. - You seem proud.

I have fond memories, yes.

Life can be cruel, you know?

After my wife died, I left the Army to support my children.

When Romain decided to enlist,

I felt extremely proud.

His death in Afghanistan three years ago...

devastated me.

- I'm terribly sorry. - No, not at all.

Meeting you has been a wonderful gift.

Completely unexpected.

- But... - Yes, your wedding is this week.

That's why we can't work together. This has to stop here.

- I understand. - Who knows? Maybe one day...

Life is full of surprises.

Send my regards to your fiancé.

Here are his test results.

Incredible, isn't it?

Look closely.

The signs are positive.

Grimberg, spare me the gibberish.

The tumour is shrinking. Vincent is getting better.

What? That's impossible. I asked you to...

Give him a bogus treatment, that's what I did.

There's only one explanation.

Telling him it was a new procedure made him believe it would work,

and that set off a placebo effect.

Just because he believes it?

You're shitting me.

Colonel, I wouldn't dream of it.

Don't tell Vincent.

- He'll know he's getting better. - We don't know anything yet!

So, don't tell him. Don't give him false hope.

I know why you're doing this.

Without the tumour, Vincent doesn't need you. Or Hydra.

I won't keep you. You may leave.

Thank you, Colonel.

Colonel.

Hey, beautiful.

Hey.

- Can we meet? We need to talk. - Just forget it.

I don't like being summoned, especially if it's to get dumped.

Hang on, Arthur.

I asked you to choose, and the answer is obvious.

- So let's just call it a day. - As you wish.

Bye.

Bye.

It's me. You must be sick of my messages.

I understand if you're having doubts, but I'm getting really worried.

Please just text me to let me know you're OK.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

If you love her.

Save your advice, Colonel.

All right?

Don't worry. When we know what the drone's for, we'll arrest him.

You wouldn't mind if the marriage fell apart.

Why do you think I'm doing all this?

What do you reckon?

Because Alex is happy with you and you'll look after Lola, right?

Yes, of course.

Vincent.

- Bertrand? - Good luck.

- The Major sent us for the Axone. - Major? Vasseur?

Exactly.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Massenot?

We only had to ask.

Isn't it stunning?

Don't struggle, it's not worth it. Don't struggle!

Don't struggle, that's it.

Just slide down, there you go.

That's good.

Right, let's get out of here.

Slow down! Slow down!

Move, move! Hurry up! Come on!

What the hell's going on here?

It's normal, don't worry.

Where are they?

They're there, trust me.

- There they are. - What's going on?

- Shoot them. Shoot them away. - Wait.

- Let's scram. - Calm down, just wait.

That's it. Let them do their jobs.

- There's two here. - With the door, on my signal.

Go!

Hold fire! The Axone is in the truck.

It's all good.

It's all good!

OK, affirmative. We're ready for the drone transfer.

They've stopped 3km from the base.

- They still have to switch trucks. - What now?

We wait until Koskas tells Vincent why he stole the drone.

And if he doesn't say?

- He will. - You don't know that.

- This could take weeks. - There's no plan B.

- My marriage is riding on this. - Colonel, they're en route again.

I came for the golf course file.

- I'd have sent it to your assistant. - I was in the area.

I hope I didn't make you feel awkward earlier.

Excuse me.

- Hello? - It's me, darling.

- Are you OK? Where are you? - I can't talk, but don't worry.

- Wait! - Just trust me.

I'll call when I can, OK?

- I love you. - Bertrand?

Bertrand?

I'll just get that file.

- Yeah? - We've been had. The lawyer survived.

- What? - He and Vincent are in cahoots.

Come home, we'll deal with him there.

Problem?

No, everything's cool.