All language subtitles for No limit 2x05-Eng

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.