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THREE WEEKS EARLIER

Out!

BAUMETTES PRISON

Are you Vronski?

Is that your real name
or did you steal it from Tolstoy?

Have you read Tolstoy?

I didn't like it when Anna Karenina
jumped under the train.

I didn't like that she killed herself
for that motherfucking officer.

She didn't kill herself for him.

She did it because she abandoned
her son and her husband.

-It's not the same.
-Sure, that's your take on it.

For me, he's still a motherfucker.

That means
you're named after a motherfucker.

You could do something for me.

My wife's in the hospital
with terminal cancer.

I put in two visit requests,
but the damn judge rejected them.

My wife is everything to me.

You can take me to that rathole to die,

as I have plenty of time to serve.

Or we can stop by the hospital
so I can say goodbye.

Your call.

Where's the hospital?

I won't ask you to uncuff me.

Five minutes. I'm coming too.

Angelina.

It's me.

Paul.

I don't have much time.

The cops are waiting for me.
I'm being transferred.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Help me go, Paul.

Do it.

I beg you.

I'm in too much pain.

I want you to be the last thing I see.

I can't let you do that.

Wait in the hallway.

Please.

I love you.

You're the light of my life.

Thank you.

I'm starving. How about pizza at Dédé's?

I can't. I got my kid.

-Big Max, you got plans?
-I'm gonna bang your wife.

Do you know what she likes?

That's my deodorant! Give it back!

Here.

Is that why your armpits
smell like his balls?

What did you say?

You are all assholes!

Don't forget the party tomorrow
for the new chief.

We're not highly regarded,
so please dress up.

What's he like?

Doesn't like our type.

Another guy who's just gonna piss us off.
Do you know his name?

Leonetti.

Ange Leonetti,
one of my old crime squad bosses.

Did he put that stick up your ass?

At least you won't fuck up
like you did today.

You deviated from the planned route.

Maranzano arrived on time
at the prison as planned.

There were no incidents.

There's no reason to make a fuss.

Did you know
they found his wife dead in her bed?

Right after you left.

What are you implying?

Nothing at all.

If you say you were with them

and she died of natural causes,
I'll let it go.

It's all in my report, Costa.

If you've got any requests,
go ask your pal Leonetti.

And next time, use the right locker room.
This one's men-only.

Big balls and tiny brains.
The men's locker room indeed.

The real deal.

-Hi, Eugène!
-Hey, kiddo!

If something bad happened to me…

if I ended up paralyzed in bed…

and asked you to pull the plug,
what would you do?

-Why do you ask?
-Just tell me. What would you do?

I don't know.

In the meantime…

I have other plans for you tonight.

I'd also like to thank
the Mayor of Marseille

and the prefect

for joining us to celebrate
such an important event,

a new police chief in our city.

A city we adore, but one
that's very dangerous, as we all know.

I also want to thank everyone
at the Anti-Gang Squad

and Anti-Robbery Squad.
I'm proud to be their chief

and proud of their results
in fighting drug trafficking

and organized crime.

A round of applause!

And now, please give a warm welcome

to the man we all came to see tonight.

He's an extraordinary cop

and of unparalleled integrity.

Our new Inter-Regional Director
of the Judiciary Police,

Mr. Ange Leonetti.

Thank you.

-You've had enough.
-Back off.

-Enough.
-Stop it!

-Fuck off.
-I never claimed to be a good cop,

and I don't know any.

I just know men who are fairly brave,

fairly skilled,

fairly perceptive…

who have one and only goal…

the public good.

And they do their job

while respecting
what I call the three-H rule.

Humility.

Honor.

Honesty.

Look at those…

Look at those Arabaccia.

Fucking sons of goats.

When the other scum arrives, we strike.

-What if he doesn't?
-He will.

You should take Sacha home.

When was your last evening together?

Why? This is her daily routine.
Fucking alcoholic!

Who's that hottie with them? See?

My daughter.

She just graduated top of her class
in the Officer Program,

and tomorrow she'll start
at the Anti-Robbery Squad.

She'll be your colleague.

As for you,

listen to your chief's advice
and deal with your wife,

so this kind of situation
never happens again.

"Poverty and disgrace
come to him who ignores instruction,

but whoever heeds reproof

is honored."

That's from the Bible.

Book of Proverbs.

Arrogance is the weakness of leaders.
We're all in the same boat.

When a boss says hello by quoting
the Bible and code of conduct,

I'm not sure we all fit in the boat.

I'm off. What time tomorrow?

Outdoor briefing at 7:30 a.m.

-Leonetti wants to examine the troops.
-At seven?

Why not at five then?
Does the motherfucker sleep?

No. He doesn't sleep, smoke, or drink.

Motherfucker's on time.

Let's go!

-How's it going?
-Don't forget you owe me!

Move!

Move!

There are cops everywhere!

We have to leave! Forget it, damn it!

-Where's Sergio?
-He was shot.

Nine dead, four wounded,
two in critical condition.

Larbi and Farid Benzaoui were among
the victims. You get the picture.

Any witnesses?

No one's talking.

Why is he here?

-Who is he?
-Sergio Rizzo.

From the Bastiani clan.

He claims he was in
the bar when it happened.

Do you know him?

Yeah.

Why were you in an Arab bar, Rizzo?

Not your typical hangout.

I had a date.

-With who?
-Some chick.

-Name?
-What's it to you?

We have 48 hours to talk about it.

-Is he well enough to be questioned?
-Who told you to talk to him?

This is for the Anti-Robbery
and Crime Squad.

I will question him.

You're only allowed to listen.

Don't you worry. We'll call you
if we need to tilt at windmills.

Go take a walk.

Clown.

I don't care.

-You got two hours to get me out.
-Or else?

You'll get to sing in the shower
in Baumettes, and not alone.

I was chilling at the bar. I was shot.
Put that in your stupid report.

What about the witnesses?
Where are they, moron?

What witnesses?

There were none.
They all ran like chickens!

Do you know the proverb that says,

"Shaving donkeys
is a waste of soap and time"?

I'm not here to clean up your shit.

Do as I say.

Or I'll spill everything I know.

Got it?

Tell me.

Are you right or left-handed?

-Who the fuck cares?
-Shut up and answer me.

Right-handed. Why?

What's wrong with you?

Fuck, wait! Stay away from me!

Everything will be fine. Just relax.

CRIME SQUAD
ANTI-GANG SQUAD - ANTI-ROBBERY SQUAD

Care to explain?

All we have is Costa's version.

Rizzo asked to go piss,
Costa uncuffed him,

Rizzo jumped on him to grab his gun.

They fought. The gun just went off.

Can we talk?

This way.

Why are you here?

Only you knew we'd be at the New Club.
Who talked?

Leave her alone.

We're gonna start by fucking your wife.

-Sosa, go for it. Fuck her!
-No, don't!

-Then we'll cut off her fingers.
-Don't.

If you don't tell us everything,
we'll rip her eyes out.

I don't know!

There are other cops working for them.

How did they know?

Don't do that! Stop!

-Stop!
-Shut up, bitch!

-Stop!
-Shut your face!

Stop! Don't do that!

Okay! I've got a tip for you! A big one!

A huge one.
Six hundred kilos of cocaine.

It's Bastiani's deal.

I swear it's true.

Worth four million.

It's a serious tip.

Let her go.

No second chances.

If it's not true, I'll kill you.

Sosa, let her go!

Motherfuckers.

Have you known Costa for very long?

He's a veteran and has been
in this division for over 20 years.

Marseille born and bred. A Marseille cop.

He's not my friend, but he's a good cop.

Impeccable record, excellent stats.

What about Vronski?

What about him?
He was out when it happened.

I'm just gathering info.

We've been friends
for over 20 years, Major De Vrindt.

We spent more time talking
in stakeout cars than fucking our women.

So I know about the two of you.

You're here to find out
about a thug who died in here,

not to piss off an ex
over a sexual affair turned sour.

Do we agree?

I deal with my sexual affairs in private,
Captain Campana.

The rest, I do as usual.

I ask whatever I want
to whomever I want.

Especially in this situation.

Meaning?

Your troops have been under surveillance

by our services for over three months.

Sources say some agents

from the Anti-Gang and Anti-Robbery Squads

have been supplying
top-secret information

to a handful of big-time gangsters.

Mostly Corsicans.

They use the info
to regain control of drug trafficking

and to eliminate
their rivals on the North Side.

Given the gangland warfare

and the number
of petty thugs killed recently,

you understand
why our chiefs take this very seriously.

That's bullshit.
We don't leak information.

That's up to the investigation.

It seems the killers
entered with one goal in mind.

That is…

the Larbi brothers, Saïd, and Youssef,

and Farid Benzaoui.

Three thugs with rap sheets that include
robbery, violence, and drug trafficking.

They were met just before the attack

by three cohorts
who escaped without being shot.

Franck Nadal, another known criminal,
specializing in racketeering, robbery,

and now a big-shot drug trafficker

in the Félix Pyat projects
on the North Side.

Thierry Sosa, his right-hand man, and…

Sosa's babe,

Michèle Ngock Yango,
a Black girl and total psycho.

Our goal now is, one,

locate and neutralize Nadal
and his two cohorts.

Two, identify their contacts
and possible enemies.

Three, and this
is for our Anti-Robbery pals,

locate the Mercedes SUV
used in the attack.

Our psycho-killers probably burnt it,
but who knows?

This obviously must be resolved ASAP.

The chief calls me every 10 minutes.
The prefect is shitting bricks.

And the press is badmouthing us.
Not to mention…

Rizzo's death on our premises.

How's that going, Costa?

Did De Vrindt and her dogs
validate your deposition?

-They are waiting for the autopsy results.
-Good.

One last thing. For internal reasons,

there will be no vacation time
and days off as of today.

Until further notice.

The order has come from the top.

Okay?

Any questions?
You're dismissed. Thank you.

Damn it, what a pain!
As if we didn't work hard enough.

-It's because of this prick.
-What?

What's your problem?

-Are you talking to me?
-What?

Come here! Come on then! Let go of me!

Let me fuck him up.

Hey! Beat it!

Come on. Move your ass!

Let's go get a drink.

Forget it.

You don't understand.

De Vrindt wasn't sent by chance.

She's here to fuck with us.

I just wanted to warn you.

-I didn't interrogate Rizzo.
-It's bigger than that.

She's investigating cops
who might be leaking info.

They've been tracking us for months
to weed out the rats.

They've got no leads yet,
but it looks bad.

I shouldn't tell you this.

But if you know something,
you must tell me.

Who do you think I am, Georges?

Even if I did, I'd keep quiet.

And if I did, I'd deal with it myself.

I don't need
internal affairs fucking it up.

Okay.

And what about Rizzo?

Want my opinion?

No one wants to know the truth.

We need to know
why Rizzo was at the New Club.

Try getting info from the autopsy.
Maybe it'll give us a lead.

And you should get some rest.
You look tired, tense.

It makes you say crap.

-Wait.
-No. Don't answer!

Hold on…

It's headquarters.

-Damn it, don't they ever fuck?
-No, never.

-You called?
-Sorry to call so late.

-I got the autopsy results.
-Shoot.

The coroner found
a large bruise on the thorax.

He said it was
an impact wound from a gunshot.

-So?
-So?

Ever seen a guy
wear a bulletproof vest to a bar?

Rizzo was bullshitting you.

If he had a vest on,
he was part of what went down.

Thanks. Talk to you later.

Hey, Max!

Can you help us
after you're done flirting?

There's two of you for three sardines!
I'm busy here.

What's wrong with my sardines?
Don't you like them?

Your sardines are perfect, Eugène.

But they remind me
of the ones from three weeks ago.

I caught them this morning, moron!

When you're my age, we'll see
if you'll wake up at 5 a.m. to go fishing!

I only wake up at five for big fish.
When's the next one?

The lab got a print off Rizzo's gun.
They're looking for matches now.

You got my prints in your thing?

Why? Are you hiding something?

Oh, kiddo, you don't know anything.

I was a badass
when you were still in diapers.

Hey, Sacha's not doing good.

You should talk to her.

You okay, Sacha?

I'm leaving Will, Richard.

I held on for the kids.
I can't do it anymore.

I should've listened to my dad.

"Never marry an asshole or a cop."

And I married an asshole cop.

Have you told him?

Not yet.

Take care of him.

He's going to need you.

I promise.

Go on, answer it.

Yeah?

Okay. Thanks, see you later.

I'll join you in a bit.

We found a match. Got a name.

Victor Scanga.

"…thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth, as in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory,

forever and ever."

-Amen.
-Amen.

If you don't mind,

we'll have a moment of silence

for Sergio.

Victor Scanga?

Captain Vronski, Marseille Anti-Gang.

Please follow us without making a fuss.

You can wait for me outside.

-I'm a little busy.
-I can see.

Don't do anything stupid.

Blood in church is bad luck, right?

You come to my friend's funeral?
You're shameless.

This is not right.

Not right.

You know what we say?
"He who lays a hand on my people

should protect his people."
You've been warned.

Get going.

-Go on.
-Go on.

See you soon.

We found your prints
on the gun used by Rizzo.

Say what you want,

you're going to Baumettes.

Given the havoc you wreaked,
the judges will be heavy-handed.

Who were you with?

I said I wasn't there.

What about your prints?

I don't know.

That won't help your case.

That night,
I was out drinking with friends.

-At the 13 Coins Bistro. Ask the owner.
-Screw your alibi.

Your prints mean
you're complicit in nine murders.

That's a life sentence.
Isn't that too much for a few drinks?

I didn't know about the killing.
I just supplied the guns.

-And?
-And what?

-If I talk, I die.
-You'll die in jail.

Outside, you might have a chance.

You don't get it.

The victims have friends
who are behind bars.

You'll have to avoid the showers.

Can I have one?

What do I get if I give you a name?

You go home
and read your kid a bedtime story.

You have my word.

Matéo Maranzano.

He bought my guns.

-The Old Man's son?
-Yeah.

I hope you know what you're doing.

If a guy fucks your wife
behind your back, what do you do?

You either kill him,

or you make him eat his shit.

Fuck that motherfucker.

Police!

Move!

He's on the run!

Police!

Drop your gun!

Don't move!

Don't move!

-Freeze!
-I'm unarmed.

Step back!

-Drop the gun!
-Okay!

On your knees, damn it!

Maranzano's death will lead to reprisals.

By his accomplices

and especially his family.

I mean, his father.

Paul Maranzano, a.k.a. the Old Man.

Those who don't know him,
he's the former leader of the Valincos.

He is in Arles Penitentiary

for gang killings against the Bastianis.

Joseph Bastiani
and Santou Bastiani, a.k.a. Fatso.

For reasons still unknown,

Matéo Maranzano broke ties with his father

and joined the Bastiani clan.

All we know
is that Matéo Maranzano was pressured

and threatened by Franck Nadal.

This explains why the Bastianis
were at the New Club

to help him and get rid of the problem.

What about Scanga?

He's playing both sides.

He's the Bastianis' associate
and Nadal's whore.

He went full kamikaze only after he heard
Matéo was fucking his wife.

He tried fucking the Bastianis,
who knew about it.

Why did you release him?

We made a deal.

Since when do cops make deals
with guys involved in nine deaths?

What about the other members?
Do we have any leads on them?

We were counting
on Matéo Maranzano for that.

We know he hung out
with Antoine Fragaglia,

another known criminal,
and Joseph Bastiani.

The truth is,
they could be the other shooters,

but we have no proof.

-Where are they?
-On a business trip, supposedly.

-And the older brother?
-He has a solid alibi.

But chances are he ordered it.

-Is he the clan leader?
-No.

The mother is. Catarina Bastiani.
She runs everything.

Those Bastiani fuckers!

Just lock up the old lady.
At her age, she'll end up talking.

She's not your typical woman.

Fifteen years ago,
she did four years in solitary

to protect her husband's involvement
in a crime. Never said a word.

I doubt she'd talk in 48 hours.

Hey, guys.

If he fucks her, we're screwed.

But he will fuck her!

He will fuck her.

Don't let him drink too much.
We know how that ends.

Here. I'm leaving.

-See you tomorrow.
-See you.

Will, you should go home.

What for?

What?

Are you here to check up on us?

There's nothing here, Katia.

We have our methods…

adapted to this city.

So far, they've worked just fine.

I can see that.

Eleven deaths in three days.
You'll have to explain.

-Can I buy you a drink?
-No, I'm going home.

Why are you scared?

Who do you think tipped off
the Corsicans about the New Club?

Nadal avoids showing up in public.

He sets up last-minute meetings
at places only he knows.

If the Corsicans showed up,
it means they got a tip.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Stop it!

Where are we going?

Wherever you want.

Wherever I want?

-Here then.
-Okay.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

He's drunk.
But I think you already know that.

What the fuck happened?

A BMW SUV, two guys inside.
Seems they shot at him for no reason.

-Did he recognize them?
-He says he didn't.

Not only is he fired,
he now risks going prison.

What did Leonetti say?

He's in Paris meeting the minister.

He was briefed and is on his way.

Deal with him. I'm tired of his bullshit.
I'm beat. Need to rest.

It's not my fault, Richard. I swear.

-Who were they?
-I don't know.

They shot at us. I didn't see anything.

I need your help.

Don't worry, pal. It'll be fine.

Excuse me. I need to draw his blood.

You know the drill.

Can we do it inside?

Yeah, sure.

Take my blood.

I can't do that.

I said take mine.

Hélène…

he'll go to jail.

What you did is shameful, Captain Vronski.

I heard about your skills
in donating blood.

You'll join your friend Kapelian
before the Disciplinary Board,

which will convene
within the next 48 hours.

And count on me
to sway the board members

to make sure
your punishment is severe.

You're lucky my daughter was not harmed.

Do you need something?

Does Vronski live here?

We got a message for him.

Tell him to back off
and mind his own business.

He'll understand.

Boy or girl?

Get out of here.

If we have to come back…

we'll cut your belly
and throw your kid to the fish, whore.

Understood?

"One by one, they disappeared,
only leaving as proof of their presence

a big black circle burnt in the clearing."

-There?
-Yep.

-Where is it?
-In wolf heaven.

"Traces of ash in the November mist.

The fire died, but the wolves still live."

What do we do now that you got fired?

The mortgage, car payments,
tuition, everything. What now?

-Did you think about that?
-I haven't been fired yet.

All of this for a whore
you couldn't even fuck! Asshole!

The kids are asleep.

What do you care about the kids?
You're never here!

Did you tell the kids you ratted
on a friend to save your ass?

You're a piece of shit, Kapelian!
A fucking rat!

-They'll all know you squealed.
-Shut up!

-You'll be homeless, you moron!
-Shut up!

Shut up!

Who were they?

Richard, answer me.

Thugs. They like to intimidate people.

Not an answer.

-They won't come back. I promise.
-What will you do?

-Yeah?
-Kapelian ratted to the board.

He spilled the beans for a plea deal.

That means you're gonna pay.
You have to lay low for a while.

Given your service record,
I calmed Leonetti down.

I got you a six-month suspension

with a 30-percent pay cut.

Enjoy tanning your ass on your boat.
It's now or never.

Richard, did you hear me?

Bastiani's guys came here.

They threatened Zoé.

All the more reason to sail away.

So?

This one.

And him.

Are you sure?

You don't forget scum like that.

They tried to rape me, Georges.

Sorry about your son, Paul.

Give me the name of the snitch.

I'll thank you with a great tip.
A huge drug delivery.

Besides that,
Bastiani's fucking head on a platter.

You know his name.

I want you to say it.

Old Man ratting is weird.

Not like him. Sure it's not a decoy?

I gave him Scanga in exchange.

Are you crazy?

If we succeed, we get the Bastianis
and restore our reputation.

And what's your plan?

Two speedboats loaded with 600 kg each.
Four men per boat.

Bastiani and his men
will be at the pickup location.

Unloading will take place
at Braméou Creek, at Saint-Cyr-sur-Mer.

-Are you sure about the date?
-Why?

Did I ever fail you?

If you lie, you know the price.

Now get lost.

Beat it.

It's done.

You okay, son?

How was school? Got a snack?

No snack?

No snack.

Please, don't!

Please don't. Not here, don't!

-Don't die a coward in front of your son.
-No!

The Old Man says hi, asshole!

At 4:40 p.m. this afternoon,
a known criminal

was murdered on François Moisson street
in Marseille's historic city center.

Witnesses say he was killed
in front of his 7-year-old son

as they were leaving the boy's school.

The killers then fled
on a black T-Max scooter.

We will keep you informed…

What car is that?

Oh, I borrowed it from the impound lot.

It's got fake plates
and everything we need.

No personal weapons.

Help yourselves.

-Where'd you get these?
-They were seized in a raid.

You look extremely tired.

You sure you can manage?

Yes. Can we talk, please?

Later, Will.

Quickly! Hurry up!

Here, take it.

Sosa? They've got too many weapons.

Let the boats take the money.
We'll nab the Bastianis with the dope.

Copy that.

What the fuck is this?

-Franck.
-Police!

I'll get the Cayenne. Cover me!

Go!

Get down!

Zach, fuck!

Zach!

Move!

Let's beat it! They're taking the boats!

Fuck!

Let's go.

Get in the car!

Puta nacha!

You're gonna make it, Zach. Hold on.

Why are you here?

-I need your help, Hélène.
-The blood test wasn't enough?

Wait, please.

My colleague is bleeding in my car.

-Take him to the hospital.
-I can't.

Help me.

Bring him in.

The bullet pierced his throat.
No vital organs were injured.

I stopped the bleeding and treated
the wound, but he lost a lot of blood.

He needs to rest.

How long will he stay here?

What mess did you get into now?

Eugène!

Hide this in your hold.

What's in it?

No questions.

As long as it's not drugs.

According to preliminary intel,
the shootout claimed many lives

and was payback for gang killings
between some drug dealers.

According to a witness who lives
on the heights of Braméou Creek,

several individuals who fled
the shootout scene managed to get away

onboard a black speedboat
with a powerful engine.

The said speedboat
was found completely burnt

30 minutes away from the scene,
at Baie des Singes beach…

Did you know
Campana's trying to reach you?

You weren't answering, so he called me.

Why would I answer?

That shootout?

-What shootout?
-The one all over the news.

Don't make me ask. I know it was you.

Then why didn't you tell Campana?

He's expecting you.

You never answer my calls?

Where were you?

Hey!

What do we have?

We ID'd two victims.
Antoine Fragaglia and Bastien Nicoli,

both affiliated with the Bastianis.

And the others?

Not in our files. Apparently Spanish.

We took their prints and sent pictures
to Interpol. We're waiting to hear back.

We also found a burnt speedboat
at Baie des Singes beach.

Probably used by the culprits
to escape this clusterfuck.

And that Range Rover?

Stolen, fake plates.

But we found tire tracks from an SUV
that might be a Cayenne.

You have carte blanche.

-You suspended me, remember?
-This shooting was the last straw.

Leonetti wants everyone on it.

You lucked out.

What's that?

The icing on the cake.

One victim was an undercover cop.

They must be from his unit.

-Major Costa speaking.
-You tried to fuck me over again?

You're going to die!

You, your wife, and kids
are all going down, you bastard! I will--

Got a minute?

The watch on the beach. Ring a bell?

Motherfucker!

I want half of your take.

Or I'll tell De Vrindt.

Let's go straight to Leonetti!
How does that sound, shitbag?

Leonetti?

Go ahead!

Leonetti!

He's in this up to his neck, you moron!

Go on, hit me.

I've been working for him for years.
I do all his shit, all his shady meetings.

The Bastianis have him by the balls.
I've no idea why.

He covers for them,
tips them off about operations.

How about that?

The drop-off on the beach?

He gave me the info.

Since I'd already dealt with Nadal,
Leonetti had the idea

of using me to tip him off,

hoping he'd get rid of those assholes.

You know the rest.

Now Nadal thinks I betrayed him.

He's gonna try to kill me.

-You need the money so you can run?
-None of your business.

I do as I see fit.

As for you,

either you share the loot, or I talk.

Got it?

You'll get your money, asshole.

You'll get it…

after you contact Nadal for me.

We'll see.

Franck Di Stephano was a police captain

at Narcotics for 12 years
and was in charge of undercover ops.

As such,

he infiltrated a network
of Spanish traffickers

involved with Corsican gangsters

based in Marseille,
including the Bastiani brothers.

He was killed last night on a mission

with other members of the squad
found dead at the beach.

So I'm asking you

to remain at our colleagues' disposal
to facilitate the search

and, hopefully,

to quickly neutralize
those responsible for this crime.

Captain Campana will liaise between you
and the agents under Captain Jankovic…

deputy head of the Narcotics Bureau
and head of their Special Ops.

That's it for now.

Dismissed.

We couldn't have known, Max.

They shot at us first.

Did you see the Bureau guys?

They'll never give them up.

We'll end up behind bars for sure.

Wait for ballistics.

-Maybe a Corsican shot him.
-So what?

We're all in it deep.
This time, we're gonna pay.

A cop's dead.

Let's raid Bastiani's place.

We'll plant the guns we used.

We put it all on him.
If he talks, no one will believe him.

It's too risky.
There were two guys in the Cayenne.

If they both say they saw
four masked cops with armbands,

a judge will push
the investigation deeper.

What now? We kill them?

Any news from Will?

No. His wife hasn't seen him,
and he's not answering his phone.

Try his usual hangouts. Find him.

I'll check on Zach.

We'll touch base tonight.

See you later.

Why are you here?

Why won't you pick up?

-What do you wanna drink?
-Nothing.

-I'm not drinking.
-A drink for Big Max!

Anti-gang super cop.

Anti-gangbang!

Did you bring my money?

We can leave with a million each. But we--

You're drunk.

Let go of me!

Any way out of this?

No idea.

What did you tell everyone?

You had trouble with your daughter.

Hélène told me about the cop.

Even if we make it,
we'll never get over that.

It was a mess, Zach.
We couldn't have known.

I'll take full responsibility.

I'm not asking you to.

What's everyone saying?

Everyone's on edge.

Narcs are on our ass.

Go on.

Okay, thanks.

It was ballistics.

They ID'd the bullet that killed the cop.

A 9mm Parabellum.

The only 9mm we used was Will's.

I gotta piss, then we go. Okay?

BALLISTICS CALLED.
IT WAS THE GUN WILL USED.

CALL AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

De Vrindt to HQ.

Armed attack, 29 Chancel Street.
I'm at the scene. Send backup.

Let me explain what went down.

You and your mad-dog crew

intervened unofficially on a drug deal,

on a tip from an unknown source.

Things went south.

Gunfire was exchanged.

You ran off with the loot,
and your wounded man,

you entrusted him
to your friend, Dr. Litvak.

For reasons yet unknown,

the Bastianis…

figured out it was you.

They went to the doctor's place
to make Damato talk.

Now the question is,

where's the money?

Yeah?

They found Costa and his wife.

Murdered, in their home.

Is what Jankovic said true?

What do you think?
You're no dumber than him.

Why didn't you tell me?

To what end?

You'd be in this mess with us.

What did you do with the guns you used?

I hid them.

And the money?

Why? How much do you want to shut up?

Forgive me.

Nanou and I were lovers.

She confided in me recently.

Costa was wheeling and dealing
with Nadal. He killed them.

I'm sure of it.

I tried to whack him,
but the motherfucker vanished,

as you know.

Fuck.

She didn't deserve this.

I know where he is.

I got the contact and the money.

We can lure him in and kill him.

Just you and I, Georges.

I brought this. It's yours, right?

Would've been a shame
if they found it in Costa's office.

Thanks.

I overheard you in the locker room.

I heard the stuff about my father.

Don't believe the rumors.
Costa was trying to save his own ass.

Read this. It might change your mind.

Major Costa's memoirs.
Dates, hours, payments. It's all there.

It was in his drawer with the watch.

Stop.

Arms up.

Okay, go inside.

Jesus, fuck.

You see so many corpses,
why not marry a coffin?

Why are you here?

I want to speak to Catarina.

She's mourning a child
the cops stole from her.

I suggest you leave…

before I feed
your eyes and balls to my dogs.

Killing a cop in front of 30 guests
is bad for business.

Think it over.

Your guests are not all friends, Fatso.

Don't call me Fatso.

Some would love to see you in jail
and steal your business.

-Why do you wanna see her?
-To propose a deal.

Costa spoke to me before he died.

We know he played all sides.
That's why he's dead.

I found a notebook in his belongings.

He wrote down
every operation he did for you.

From the very beginning.

Dates, hours, meetings, drop-offs,
phone taps, payoffs. It's all there.

So?

One of the guys killed at the creek…

was an undercover cop.

Now, narcs are involved,
and they're gonna hit hard.

Do you know what happens
if they get the notebook?

Raids, blocked accounts,
arrests, custody, prison.

No lawyer will get you off the hook.

What do you propose?

I'll give you the notebook.

In return, you give me the dirt
on Leonetti and stop blackmailing him.

I'll nab Nadal for the murders,
so you'll have time to clean house.

Burn what you must.

Then you lay low in Corsica.

When do we get the money?

Never.

That's the price for eliminating Nadal.
But I'll give you the notebook.

Go get the file, please.

Do you know
the only difference between you and me?

A police badge.

-Yeah?
-Nadal?

Who's this?

The cop who fucked you over
the other night.

Braméou Creek, remember?

Who gave you my number, asshole?

Meet me at 6 p.m. The usual spot.
I'm taking over for Costa.

I'll bring your money
and answer your questions. Be on time.

-Who's he?
-Did you think I'd come alone?

First the money, then we talk.

-The other one?
-In the trunk.

First one is to show you.
The second, if we agree.

Clever dude.

Hands on the wheel.

What the fuck is this?

My money was stolen with this gun?

I heard you killed one of your own.
Is that true?

A dead cop means one less prick.

You got balls, but I'm not sure
I wanna do business with you.

How do I know
you're not a scumbag like Costa?

He squealed as we fucked his wife.

Here.

What is this?

You know what to do now.

When did the lies start?

Would you rather
see that on the front pages?

I'd rather you have stayed
the cop I admired.

Who is she?

The wife of a thug I locked up.

The Bastianis found out and trapped me.

They blackmailed me,

threatened to tell her husband.

Which meant…

not only my death, but yours too.

I had no choice.

And Mom? Was she alive during this?

We can now say,
based on the comparison tests

performed on the guns found in the car
belonging to Nadal and his accomplices

in the industrial zone
where they were killed,

that the guns are the same weapons
used at Braméou Creek

on the night
Captain Di Stefano lost his life.

We consider them responsible

for ambushing the drug traffickers,

who went there to make a transaction.

So they are the origin of the incident

that cost our colleague's life.

Rumor has it that some anti-gang officers
were involved in the shootout.

I am referring
to Lieutenant Kapelian's tragic suicide.

I have no comments about that.

Can you tell us more about the murder
of Major Costa and his wife?

DNA tests from the crime scene
should allow us to quickly discover

the identity
of whoever committed the crime.

Thank you.

Commissioner, please!

One question, please!

Commissioner, one more question!

Please!

You won't get off so easily, Campana.

You and your thugs.

Take my word for it.

How are you?

I came to thank you.

What you did
for Zach and Hélène was brave.

-What are you going to do?
-Leave.

Try and forget this shit.

How about the others?

They keep their jobs.

-No charges or sanctions?
-No.

Leonetti promised.

Care to explain?

You'll figure it out.

Kiddo!

Didn't you forget something?

Keep it. Share it with Zach and Max.

I don't want your old underwear.

Gonna miss you, Eugène.

Take care.

Take good care of her.

Don't worry.

Bye, Eugène!

No!