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S�bastien, classed 7th.

Post 2020, CRS unit 41,

St Cyr sur Loire.

Vincent Olivier

Classed 37th. Post 75.

Bordeaux Detective Unit.

Shit...

- How many detective units left? - One, in Paris.

Julien Pimpeau, 15th, I choose post 4030,

1 st district Public Order Squad.

Public Order Squad 4030. Confirmed.

4023 Local Urban Police. Confirmed.

P�tard, St�phane.

Post 78, Dijon Detective Unit.

Number 78. Dijon Detective Unit. Confirmed.

Mr Derou�re...

Antoine Derou�re. I choose post 4004, 2nd division, Paris Detective Unit.

4004, 2nd division, Paris Detective Unit. Confirmed.

Everyone here will have happy days during their careers,

yet they will go through difficult moments too.

Carve out your own paths now,

with bravery, a sense of responsibility,

and high standards.

I know that you will prove yourselves worthy of your commitment.

Hello, Dad.

Magnificent.

Okay, good-Iooking?

You're so handsome in your uniform.

- I hate it. - It really suits you.

You're very handsome.

- Show me your cap. - Keep it, as a present.

No way! One cop in the family is enough for me!

Why not? You really can keep it.

- No, take it back. - Go on, take it.

I'll be in plain clothes.

That's a pity. It really suits you.

- How's it going? - Good, and you?

- They're waiting. - I'm on my way.

My card.

Thanks.

Your magazines,

your bullets,

your gun.

It's good to see you. It's true, then?

I couldn't stay away.

This is Mrs Supercop, daughter of a Supercop.

If you're in her group, you're lucky.

Don't overdo it, okay.

Note the make and reference of your weapons.

Let's see the boss.

Caroline Vaudieu...

l can't really imagine you at a desk job

- for two years now. - Three.

Why choose this division?

I asked for HQ. Too good for me apparently.

Fine.

I'm glad to have you here.

I hope it will all go well.

It will, don't worry. I haven't touched a drop in two years.

Very good.

Start by visiting the different groups

before we assign you to a section.

Which one do you want with you?

I don't know... The young lieutenant.

I'll introduce you.

He's not a client, despite appearances.

Captain Berradad. Solo, or Ali Baba behind his back.

- Commander Vaudieu, Lt Derou�re. - Delighted.

Lt Nicolas Morb�... Commander Vaudieu, Lt Derou�re.

Solo, come here.

Welcome on board.

Lieutenant Patrick Belval...

Officer Louis Mallet...

He's not a colleague. He's my pet grass.

You'll have to make an effort

to be polite and well-behaved.

I know it won't be easy for this shower.

I'll let you get acquainted.

I'll show you your desk.

A coffee, ma'am?

- Any good? - Not really.

The bar's closed now.

We'll see later.

- Shall I show you the ropes? - Okay.

This one or that one there?

Either one. That one...

It's the best one.

- Maybe I will try the coffee. - I'll get you one.

And a bin bag too, if possible.

I'll get you one.

The drunk tank. Everything's outside.

The light switch, even the flush.

Explaining the smell of shit.

- Hi, Guy, okay? - Yeah.

This is Antoine, he's new on the team.

Mr Adji, how are you?

Remember me? An old client...

I'm doing okay.

Toeing the line, are you?

It's over now.

- It's over? Enjoy your lunch. - Thanks.

- Hi, boss. - Okay?

Fine, thanks.

Couscous or steak and chips?

That makes a nice change. That's good.

Rabbit stew.

Couscous.

Couscous all round?

I bet you'd tell the boss at HQ the same thing.

Guy Georges can bang chicks in the visiting room

and get his cock sucked.

Not chicks, just one girl willing to fuck him.

I mean, she's not even a relative!

- She visits him... - She loves him.

She wants a kid, a wedding,

and that's normal?

She has the right to marry.

Why?

The law says so. We have laws in France.

She'd be better off fucking a dog or a horse!

That's ethics, not law.

He's a serial killer!

Why does it bother you if he fucks? He has the right.

He's in prison for life!

From right wing, you're shifting to far right.

- It's just not on. - Enough...

He'll be out at 57 and start again.

We'll get the death penalty reinstated for you.

I'm not saying that...

l just want serial killers locked up properly.

This is all really fascinating. Let's hope they don't have kids.

But he wants one!

What do you care if he does?

He does his time, he calms down.

What if he does fuck and have a kid?

It'll ensure our job security.

It's not like this every day.

I noticed, with Vaudieu.

- Well? - The boss.

She's caught his eye.

- No, I'm married. - Yeah, sure.

So?

While the cat's away...

I'm "under age".

What's that mean?

- I'm too young. - Too young?

Too young for her.

She has a little dancer's ass.

A cute little body...

No comment.

Why keep lizards here?

They help me to relax.

I don't like to see animals locked up.

Fish in a bowl suck.

You're paid to lock Arabs and Blacks up.

If you freak out over lizards, you won't get far.

This case is better in colour.

His wife did it but we don't have a shred of proof.

Next time we have her in, she'll spill the beans.

If the meat's too much, try the drug squad.

Want it back?

No, keep it.

- Hello. - Hello, ma'am.

You must be Antoine.

- And you? - Louis.

Come on in. I've made you coffee.

Go ahead.

I've lodged lots of little cops.

Some are superintendents now.

They come to see me.

The day I die, the police will be in trouble.

What are you?

I'm a lieutenant.

Lieutenants, captains... It's like the army.

I'm not saying l don't like the army but...

"inspector"...

that reminds me of Maigret.

That's pretty pathetic.

Let's try precision shooting. Guns in holsters, everybody.

You get four bullets.

This guy's a pain.

Are you ready?

- One, ready. - Two, ready...

Okay, breechblocks back, everybody.

Guns in holsters.

Guns in holsters. Let's check the results.

I screwed up.

That's better. You're awake now.

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept things I can't change,

the courage to change the things I want

and the wisdom to accept difference.

Yes, Jean.

Hello, my name's Jean. I'm an alcoholic.

Welcome to those I don't know.

I'm quite moved because I turned nine yesterday.

I feel that nothing has changed, that I'm the same.

It's true, I've been sober for nine years

but I still live in the same place, living the same life...

l haven't become a millionaire...

l blow a fuse regularly.

I sometimes feel I'm getting angrier and angrier,

that I have more failings now...

Being sober doesn't cancel out my failings. I'm not perfect.

Basically, I'm as crazy as ever.

Abstinence hasn't diminished my madness. Far from it.

But the main thing is l haven't had a drink...

I'll stop there. I'm talking too much crap.

Alain, your turn...

It won't work that way.

I've completed this level.

Night Brigade.

Let me get a pen.

102, Faubourg Poissonni�re.

When did it happen?

Okay, we're on our way.

- What is it? - A pharmacy.

They got held up. Let's go.

Hold your horses. Someone has to stay for the phone.

Okay.

See ya.

If anything crops up, call us on our mobiles.

Yeah, of course.

"For Mum Matthieu"

"Keep out. Blood drying."

Do a heart with an arrow, like in the movie "The Mask".

Let's have a photo!

Are you ready?

Go ahead.

A little smile.

- A big smile. - No, a little one!

Isn't he cute?

Your finger...

- Hi. - Good evening.

Good evening. Who are you?

The new guy with the Crime Unit.

Welcome to Drugs. Come on in.

Looks like you're having fun.

A successful case.

- Some petty dealers. - Shit...

How many pounds?

400 or so, we're not sure yet.

Take a look.

Your prints are on it now.

Your goose is cooked.

- For your personal use. - Not bad...

- Want a quick drink? - Sure.

How's Boyer doing?

No idea. We never hear a thing from him.

- You were at police school? - Yeah.

Now the detective unit?

- Straight off. - I picked it.

- You picked it? - To get away from Normandy.

The Drug Squad isn't your scene?

- Why not? - We're hiring.

It's good, you get out and about.

- No, the SWAT team. - What?

- The SWAT team. - They're all cowboys.

The Drug Squad rules.

I'll remember that.

- Cheers. - Good health.

- You seem calm. - It's the fourth time in six months.

- The same pharmacy? - Yes.

- What kind of weapon was it? - A knife.

What did he take?

The till.

- No narcotics? - No.

Can it now, that's enough!

Can we use your Breathalyzer?

Antoine, help them out.

Calm down!

That's enough!

Just a quick test.

Keep still!

Calm down!

Calm down and blow.

Come on, blow hard.

- Why? - Blow in it.

Just do it.

Keep going...

Till the buzzing stops.

- Keep going. - It's still buzzing.

He's jammed it.

It's a new record.

Fucking calm down!

We'll put you in a cell.

You'll stay here tonight.

Calm down!

Get out!

Come on, move!

Put him in here.

Put the shit in here.

Give me a hand.

He'll calm down in there.

It's okay.

Pretty far gone.

I met the cell warder. He's...

Skelettor. Well, Skelettor is Skelettor.

He's fuelled by booze.

He's drunker than his clients.

Looks bad.

You don't know his problems.

All the same...

You don't know.

This is reality, not police college.

You said it.

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

The perfect police college product...

It's the crap parade that does it. After you.

- Morning, Mireille. - Hello, Antoine.

Had a good night?

- You had some nice crimes? - Not really.

Early days yet.

- Go to bed. - Have a good day.

I'm sending you out.

Go to the central video service.

It's the bank hold-up tape.

And pick up the car from the garage. Off you go.

The Detective Unit handles robberies now?

Organized Crime has too much work on.

They just missed him.

We rarely get one.

The cops usually get there too late.

With luck, we get fingerprints.

If not, hours of investigation,

reports, the works. For next to nothing.

We know this one.

He's done a dozen BNP branches already.

Yeah, they turned down his loan!

Not very reassuring. Ever catch them?

You'll get this one after 15 or 16 goes.

They all screw up.

One even left his ID card behind.

None of them are very bright.

They got no further than primary school.

This is the only clear one.

That's him.

Organized Crime's on the case.

He's in trouble the day he's caught.

- How many was it? - A dozen.

They always get caught.

Come on, move...

Out of the way!

Screw you, bitch!

Paris is mine!

Move it!

Police! Outta the way!

Police! Outta the way!

- He's made 42 albums... - The latest is crap.

It's a piece of shit, the latest album.

- What did your wife say? - About what?

- Dinner on Friday. - You can count my wife in.

- Good. You come too, I'd like that. - Okay.

Don't screw up. We're doing dinner.

- Bring your wife too. - No, she's in Le Havre. Sorry.

Le Havre. Second division.

When'll they get promoted?

- To the first division. - Screw football...

- Okay? - I'm fine.

Miss...

- What is it? - I'd like a kiss.

- Get lost. - My wife's in Le Havre.

- Sure. - Just a little kiss.

No, cut it out.

You have big ears.

I know but I don't care.

I have big ears too...

All the gendarmes in Normandy have big ears.

Shut up, will you?

- What did I say? - Shut up.

What did he say?

You guys are law enforcers?

We're having a drink.

- Tell me and then I'll tell them. - Good idea.

I want a gin and tonic.

Look at the state of them...

- That's the French police. - Bravo!

A lot of wine, a lot of suicides...

You're plastered. Cut it out.

Champagne!

See you.

- Why would they be dead? - No idea.

Too much at stake. They're not dead.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

- Screw you. - Huh?

Screw you.

The fascist says screw you.

She's leaving really early.

It's time to go.

Fuck, I'm plastered.

She's not upset. You're just drunk.

No, just a little.

Sorry, but we drink in Le Havre.

Give Le Havre a rest! Le Havre this, Le Havre that...

We live in France. This is France here. We drink.

I'm not a Muslim, okay. Allahu akbar!

She's not sloshed though.

She's definitely not sloshed!

- She's not? - No way.

She's sober. She's a chief inspector.

Are you okay?

Take his gun.

Don't touch my gun! Hands off!

Give me my gun back!

Okay, I'm taking my bottle. It's my arrival party.

Morb�, screw right-wingers!

You're looking peaky.

Really, you look tired.

Honestly.

- Want a drop, Ali? - Don't piss me off. Get lost.

- Shit, make an effort. - Get lost.

I don't need this right now, okay!

Very clever. Think of the cleaners.

I have good news and bad news.

The bad news is you have a corpse waiting.

- The good news is it's in the canal. - Round the corner? How kind.

Solo, get Patrick and bring the car. We'll walk there.

- Taking root here? - No.

Come on, then.

- Where are you going? - Down there.

No fit sight for you. Go back up.

Don't puke.

Excuse me.

Morning, gentlemen.

Well?

I reckon he's a homeless guy.

He didn't have any ID on him.

He took a real beating.

He'll be tough to identify.

We'll need to bring the frogmen in.

I know him. He was in the lock-up.

- You're sure? - Yes.

The local cops brought him in. I remember the sweater.

We've got Colombo Jr here!

Okay, run all the checks,

on the bins and neighbours too.

How did Vaudieu know it was our case?

Homeless people are always for us. Division 1

doesn't even want to know.

Division 1 does fuck-all, just VIPs.

- What? VIPs? - VIPs!

I was dreading seeing a corpse...

Andrzej Walesa, Polish, no fixed abode.

But he had 300 euros on him.

Who was on duty?

Feuvret, I think. Yes, it was Feuvret.

- Is he here? - I think so.

Thanks.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

300 euros. A lot for a homeless guy.

Maybe it was his monthly benefit.

- Captain... - How's it going?

Lieutenant... Okay?

Last Tuesday, you picked up a homeless Polish guy. Walesa.

- He was blind drunk. - Our record-breaker. I remember.

- Where did you pick him up? - The St Bernard.

The landlord called us in.

Seen him before?

I hadn't. But I'll check the register.

Is he the canal guy?

Hello, gentlemen, Detective Unit.

Does anyone here know a Walesa? Andrzej Walesa.

Yes, I know him.

He has a Polish friend...

Yeah, Kaminsky.

I'm Kaminsky.

You're Kaminsky?

You know Walesa?

Could you come with us?

We have a few questions. Can you come with us?

Is this yours? Bring it with you.

The bag of loot...

When did you last see Walesa?

Yesterday.

- What time? - Eleven.

Eleven p.m.?

- Where? - By the canal.

- By the canal. And then? - I left.

- To go where? - To sleep.

- Where? - In the street.

Was he alone?

- Who was there? - Two Russians.

Two Russians? Their names?

Piotr...

Piotr what?

I don't know.

- And the other? - I don't know.

Where are they?

- I don't know. - You don't know.

You don't know much.

Where did you meet?

- Soup. - What soup?

Lachaise.

The soup kitchen near the cemetery?

Then what did you do?

Drink.

You drank, all four, by the canal?

At 11, you left him with the Russians?

Who else saw the Russians? Who else saw them?

You don't know?

What are they like?

- Are they tall? Short? - Tall.

They're tall?

Know what? I think you're stringing us along.

I think you took Walesa's money and pushed him in.

It wasn't me, ma'am.

- He had a lot of money. - Sit down.

Where did he get it?

Grape harvest.

- He did the grape harvest? With you? - No, with Piotr.

Piotr keeps popping up. Should be easy to find.

Which grape harvest?

For wine.

You know all about wine, we know that.

But where?

You don't know. You know nothing.

You're our only lead.

- You'll end up in prison. - No, not me.

Sit down.

Right...

We'll keep him until the autopsy results.

Call the interpreter, read him his rights, etc.

Maybe he'll change his story.

But I don't think so.

Come on, get up.

Come on through.

Your bag.

Go on, sit down.

It's a great school. The kids see the sea from the yard.

She doesn't want to transfer to Paris or the suburbs. Only normal.

I'm different.

I can't get by on just one case a year.

There are good schools here too.

Plus the cultural life. It's good for kids too.

- Can you open it, Dad? - Here.

I hope you won't mind me asking. I'm sorry to pry...

- You're of Moroccan origin? - Yes.

So joining the police...

can't have been easy.

You can say that again.

Louis was there. He saw it all.

At first, some guys wouldn't work with me.

Is that true?

Guys on the team.

There were only a couple who wouldn't.

A couple too many.

The Division's never been known as a fascist hang-out...

Guys on the team...

All water under the bridge now. I'm not crying over it.

Guys with rank or...

No, colleagues who didn't want to team up with me.

But I knew that, so it kind of obliged me

to be more irreproachable than others. That's all.

- Are you from Paris? - The suburbs.

I wasn't like you. I wanted to move to the provinces.

But she prefers Paris.

How did people react to you joining the force?

We're not popular.

They took it okay.

It interested me. Grandad worked for the council.

He had a uniform.

As a kid, I thought he was a cop.

When I told my family back in Normandy...

Do you always talk shop?

Yeah, nothing but.

- He's young. - And in love.

Time for bed, kids.

Why?

Because it's late. Off you go.

Give me a kiss.

Good night.

Put your pyjamas on. I won't be long.

Not too worried about the Paris-Marseilles game?

Marseille already won at home, one man down.

For once...

- Are we ahead of Bastia? - For now.

He's Corsican.

Both in the 1 st division.

Death resulted from numerous blows

causing cranial, thoracic and visceral trauma,

attesting to the extreme violence

that the victim was unable to repel

in spite of a defensive reaction

shown by the wounds on the outer side of both forearms.

The intensity of the attack

is proportional to the physical damage caused.

I don't see Kaminsky doing that alone.

Do we keep him?

- When did he arrive? - Last night, at 9.

No money, no trace of blood,

no cuts on his hands...

And it was a massacre.

No witnesses?

That's Mallet's area.

A tramp saw him asleep at 1 a.m., that's all.

And the Russians?

No one knows them.

Suspend his custody. We may need him later.

- Does he have a mobile? - A prepaid one.

Get his number.

Antoine and Louis,

stake out the soup kitchen with him.

- Tonight? - Yes, and the rest of the week.

The Russians may not even exist.

This is all we have, pal.

Show him the photo records too. You never know.

Is the interpreter here?

Yes, he's in the next room.

Okay, I'll see him.

Why the smile?

We're doing a stakeout.

It's no fun, stuck in a dump

with some tramp...

- It pisses you off? - You said it.

I hate stakeouts.

And your job?

No, I just hate stakeouts.

We're cops...

That part gets on my tits.

I mean, I have a family!

No.

Take your time. Slow down, Patrick.

We've already seen these.

Is that the lot?

We'll give it ten more minutes.

Fucking waste of time...

With what they took, we should be at the Tour d'Argent.

I'd like to take my wife there one day.

I'd like to take my wife there one day.

Have you looked at your pay slip?

So, are your pals coming or not?

Not.

- Not what? - I don't know.

You don't know if they'll come?

They're not coming.

Maybe we shouldn't have come here.

Thanks, brilliant evening. Great job, the police?

Great?

It's great.

The police!

Are you sulking?

I'm not sulking, I'm tired.

What's on your mind?

You could do the same job in Paris.

The pupils could even be more interesting.

I can't work here.

My division handles 80% of the crimes in Paris.

There's nothing for me in Le Havre.

They get one murder a year, usually some drunk.

Sorry, but you're selfish.

You told me you'd pick the Le Havre force if you could.

You changed your mind at the last minute.

You picked Paris without telling me.

You're the selfish one.

Does an archaeologist choose Calais?

That's a great comparison. Brilliant.

Got any others?

I bet your pals at the school called their wives first.

But you don't care.

I was stressed out. I didn't have time to call.

Well, give me time now.

I'm sorry.

Really, I'm sorry.

I've missed you.

Come here.

Please, come here.

Please...

Can you show me your breasts?

Show me your breasts, please.

There was the liver, the lungs, the heart,

all set out on the table

like a butcher's display case.

This'll sound stupid

but I thought of Mozart.

I thought, "How can that stuff compose music like that?"

Are you turning into a mystic now you're in the police?

- Who is it? - An English guy who lives here.

- Is it serious? - No, he was conscious.

- Is the guy who fished him out here? - He's getting warm.

Commander Vaudieu.

Are you the hero?

You're not too cold?

Did you see who attacked him?

Not really. He was in the river and they were running off.

Can you describe them?

I just saw their outlines. They were stocky.

Can you come in to HQ tomorrow?

I'm off to Kenya tomorrow.

Lucky you.

- For how long? - Two weeks.

Come in this evening.

Can I change first?

Sure. We'll take you home.

Solo and Nico, you drive him. We'll go to the hospital.

- Which one? - H�tel-Dieu.

Okay. I'll go with Antoine.

What's up?

Two stocky guys. Must be the Russians.

I'd rather not.

Two drownings in two weeks.

We don't need a new trend.

You smoke joints?

Frankly, sometimes, in the evening.

But not here. L don't know where to go.

Wrong! Act offended. That's taboo.

Watch it, you're good.

Don't let anyone badmouth you.

- You don't know where to go? - It's true.

Apparently, he's okay. He's out of danger.

The blade missed

all the vital organs.

Good. When can we see him?

Not tonight. We have to stitch him up. Tomorrow.

All right.

Does he speak French?

Better than me. He's charming. The perfect patient.

Not too tough without your wife?

It's not easy. I can't convince her to move.

I plan on 10 years here at least.

I don't know how it'll turn out.

Make her jealous.

No, I'm not into that. And I don't want to lose her.

- Try it, it works. - Yeah?

Feel free to ask questions, Antoine.

All right.

He wanted to ask you...

Trust me to end up with two clowns like you.

It won't be easy.

One of them pounced on me to hold me.

The other took my wallet.

I tried to get it back.

They hit me.

I tried to protect myself.

I don't know which one of them stabbed me

before throwing me in.

We advise people not to resist. You never know.

I won't do it again.

Can you describe them?

I didn't have time to get a good look at them.

I know they were Russian.

How do you know that?

They spoke Russian.

One said, "Come on, we've got the money."

The other replied, "Shut your mouth!"

You speak Russian?

I speak five languages.

I teach oriental languages.

Could you try to remember? It would help.

I can't tell you much.

A Slavic profile.

Brown hair. Young. Sturdy.

The other was young and sturdy too.

Probably from the south.

Tajik.

Not bad. Your rescuer couldn't add more.

How is he? I'd like to thank him.

You'll have to wait. He's gone to Kenya.

The lucky fellow.

We ran a check for similar attacks but nothing came up.

They probably just arrived and want some of the action.

It's not over.

It smells nasty.

We'll appeal for witnesses.

An identikit picture could help.

I'll draw up a rogatory commission.

Given the urgency,

I'll stipulate the use of article 18.4.

I'd like a plan of the canal.

We're working on it.

I'm not surprised.

You have my card in there, with my mobile number.

I didn't dare to ask for it.

You're wrong.

You must be daring with the law.

Your Honour.

- We're here for an identikit. - Okay.

This is Mr Kaminsky.

Come in. Hello.

- We'll wait next door. - Okay.

Sit down here. Coffee? Water?

Coffee.

Why can't we stay?

The identity people say we're in the way.

The witness has to feel comfortable.

So we wait outside.

That's how it goes now.

I really wanted to see how they do it.

I'll lend you the software.

- At the office? - If you want to have fun.

- I'll do my wife's portrait. - For example.

You've all done that.

So this one's Piotr?

How did he rate it?

Kaminsky rated nothing.

He was too drunk to understand.

But the English guy gave it 11 or 12. He's not too sure.

This won't be much help.

We'll put it out anyway.

The neighbours?

They saw and heard nothing.

What a shit case. We have nothing. Nothing.

Let's hope they strike again.

Funny, the idea excites you.

Like I said, I must have signed

3,000 rogatory commissions.

I've seen crooks and lawyers every day for 20 years

and the idea of another 10 years of it

simply terrifies me.

It's no fun growing old.

It's not that bad.

I meant for you, stupid!

Was it hard giving up?

It still is.

Especially this late, in places like this.

I don't go out much.

- You don't stay at home alone? - I do.

It's all over.

No more nights

talking crap with morons whose names you never know,

then forgetting it all the next day.

Except what you want to forget.

Still think about him?

Yes.

I imagine the things l could have done with him.

He'd be my young lieutenant's age now.

Just think...

It was good to see you.

Maybe it's your job

but you seem happy.

Is your daughter in?

Why?

Why? No reason.

You still live with her?

No. She has her own place now.

It was an innocent question.

You never ask an innocent question,

you cop.

Want to come up for a drink?

I don't know.

Sorry...

You're right.

You know,

l still remember the note you left me.

"Serge, it's over, I'm leaving.

"I hope you'll soon meet a kind woman

"who'll buy you gifts, comfort you

"and do those things l was never good at.

"She won't make you suffer..."

"But, believe me, that woman is a stupid cow."

I hope you shoot better than that.

We had a call from Kaminsky.

He's with a guy who knew Walesa.

They're at the Polish church. Come on.

Sorry, guys. See you.

We were doing okay for once.

You have to be able to do it.

If you're skilled, you can do it.

You switch legs like that without looking up.

It sounds simple like that

but it takes years of practice.

I'll never do it.

Hello, Kaminsky. Thanks for calling us.

Is this him?

Hello, sir. Police.

Don't worry, we just have a few questions.

You did the grape harvest with Walesa?

What's he saying?

Which grape harvest?

Which one?

Ch�teau du Hussard.

Ch�teau du Hussard?

Not bad.

Did he see the two Russians there?

No.

He didn't?

Just one day.

At the harvest?

He don't like work.

He don't like work.

He doesn't like work. He's not the only one.

Take him in for a statement with the interpreter. This is hopeless.

We're off to Burgundy.

I'll go tomorrow, with Antoine.

You're coming with us.

Thank you, Kaminsky. Goodbye.

Here, I thought of you.

Where did you get it?

Down the hall.

They gave it to you?

They didn't sell it.

That's kind but I don't smoke now.

Me neither. No one smokes.

Ch�teau du Hussard...

isn't very big.

The view is sublime, like somewhere in Umbria.

The grape varieties are Merlot noir and Cabernet.

A beautiful colour, a dark ruby red.

Excuse me, can I have a drag?

Thanks.

Watch out, this place is crawling with cops.

I was the third daughter, the last.

There was no son, so I followed in dad's footsteps.

Why aren't you a superintendent?

I loved the street...

Bars at night...

Gin and tonic.

Are you married? Any kids?

I had a son.

Matthieu?

And...

he's...

Yes, meningitis.

When he was seven.

I'm sorry.

Why are you a cop?

I don't know.

Because of the movies.

At first, in any case.

And then...

You never know what's going to happen.

I couldn't see myself behind a desk.

You'll spend days on end behind a desk.

A big catch, a serial killer say, is fantastic.

But it's rare.

Done that often?

A really big catch?

Two or three times.

No more?

No, but you know,

with the hold-ups, suicides and rapes,

you keep yourself amused.

We can't check their ID. They come from so many countries.

We rarely declare them.

It's in our interest too.

It's beautiful here.

There's a Piotr Bogatz from a hostel

in Paris.

Otherwise, five other names from Eastern Europe

in addition to Walesa's.

Could you identify him?

Me? No.

Maybe my workers could but they see so many.

He may not even be on the photo.

They spend three days here,

two days elsewhere...

We'll take the photo and photocopy the list. Okay?

Of course.

- Would you like to taste my wine? - No, thank you.

Solo? We've found a Piotr.

Piotr Bogatz.

Call the liaison officer in Russia.

Bogatz... Bravo, Oscar, Golf, Alpha, Tango, Zulu.

It may be an alias.

We have an address. A hostel, 29, Rue de la Contamine.

Go over there now. With back-up.

We'll be back later.

He was still there three weeks ago.

What a shambles. 200 guys...

up to all kinds of stuff: Cooking corn, dealing,

selling single cigarettes... A real mess.

The liaison officer?

Nothing. The Russians don't have a Piotr Whatsit.

Okay.

Bring Kaminsky and the English guy in.

No, take the photo to them.

Patrick, keep checking for Eastern European names.

Three gave a Paris address. Start with them.

Louis and Antoine, check the hostel registers.

There are at least 50!

That's the way it goes.

It's cold. Got any hot?

Piotr.

This is Piotr? You're sure?

You're sure? And the others?

Don't know.

Look at each face.

Don't know. Piotr.

You're not bad.

Let me see.

Give it to Patrick to send to the Russians

and print out copies for the hostel caretakers.

All right.

Be careful. Call us if you find anything.

No, he's not familiar.

You're sure?

You know, I see 600 of them each day.

I work from 8 to 12 and from 2 to 6.

After that, I'm out of here.

Thanks anyway.

- Have a good day. - You too.

Goodbye.

One down.

Police. Is Vladek here?

Yes, I'm Vladek.

- Is Anton Doudaiev still here? - Yes.

Is he in?

He's sleeping.

Can you get him, please?

Don't get up, sir. Stay there.

Wait there.

Hello, it's the police.

Do you have your papers?

Don't have.

- What's your name? - Anton Doudaiev.

You have no papers?

Don't have.

Sorry. Get dressed and come with us.

Of course.

Your trousers?

Hurry up, sir.

Anton Doudaiev has no papers. Got anything?

- Not yet. What is he? - Russian.

I'll call them.

Did you see Walesa again?

Where were you on October 22?

I work in the evenings, in a car park.

Where?

The Arc de Triomphe.

Can you check?

Remember him at the harvest?

Yes.

Seen him since?

No. I don't like him.

Why not?

Not my type.

Why not?

You can't say why?

Was he often with a younger Russian guy?

Yes. Pavel.

Where's Pavel in the photo?

Look carefully. Take the photo and look.

No?

He's not there?

I'll check the car park.

I'm fucking sick of this.

That's 15 already. Let's call it a day.

There's one nearby.

I need a beer and a piss. Enough.

Let's finish this.

We've finished.

Whatever you say.

Yeah.

- Join me in there? - Okay.

Pavel Panevski. Is he in his room?

I haven't seen him. Maybe.

I'll be right back. Don't move.

And don't warn him either.

I'm going up.

Police, sir.

Are you Mr Panevski?

I have some questions for you.

Do you know this man?

Take a look.

You don't know him?

You harvested grapes...

- Harvested grapes? - For wine.

Can I see your papers?

Your papers, please.

Police. Isn't my colleague here?

He just went up. Room 443.

- How long ago? - Five minutes maybe.

- What floor? - Fourth.

Antoine, where are you?

Fucking answer!

Don't piss me off, answer the fucking phone!

Fucking answer!

Hello? It's the police!

A colleague's just been stabbed. With a knife, yes.

Get here fast. It's really serious. Get here fast.

On Rue des Pyr�n�es. 118, Rue des Pyr�n�es.

Get here fast. It's really serious. I'll wait.

Fourth floor.

Hurry, for fuck's sake. Fucking hell!

Stay with us, Antoine.

Okay, I'll cover you.

But apply for a transfer.

Make something up for Internal Affairs

because going for a beer

and letting the kid go alone won't wash.

I don't care. I screwed up. I accept that.

Caroline, I let him go up alone.

I totally screwed up.

I accept it.

The prosecutor...

- How did he get out? - The emergency exit.

- Can you show us? - Come on.

I need to know why the young lieutenant was alone.

How long has he been with you?

Not even a month.

Keep me posted.

I screwed up.

What happened?

He got wasted.

I wasn't with him.

Come on.

Don't stay here.

The operation went fairly well.

But the wounds are serious and the liver was hit.

The abdomen was hit hard too.

There's internal bleeding.

He's staying in intensive care.

Does he stand a chance?

I won't pretend that his condition isn't serious.

It all depends on how the next few days go.

- But does he stand a chance? - Yes.

But a slim one, going by the test results.

- Call me if there's any change? - Of course.

Evening. The usual?

- Give me anther shot. - Coming right up.

Give me a gin for this.

Have you noticed?

The moon shines brightly tonight.

I'm totally outside, yet I feel I'm at home.

Crazy, isn't it?

Paris has changed, huh? It stinks now.

It's not the city it used to be.

When did the change occur?

1995, right?

Nine years ago. Everything has changed.

Can you...

Too bad.

We're not going to hang around here.

Especially with what's coming.

They want it so much, the French are going to get it.

We're out of here.

Good night.

Goodbye.

What's happening to you is normal.

And it's not...

It's not a relapse, understand?

You cracked, that's all.

Cracking is good.

It's nothing like the way it used to be.

Remember that, it's nothing like before.

Are you listening?

It's normal. It's a moment of...

of distress...

and it has nothing to do with...

nothing to do with alcohol. That's over.

You have to listen and believe me.

I stayed 10 minutes.

10 minutes?

What did you have? A coffee? A beer?

- A coffee. - That's all?

Just a coffee?

Nothing else?

I used the toilet.

You used the toilet?

A quick beer too?

That's not what we were told...

I had a coffee. I should know.

Let's stop beating about the bush.

You can be straight with us.

I'm willing to admit l was wrong, okay?

I should have been with him.

I wouldn't say I had a coffee otherwise.

- That would be stupid. - It's bad enough.

- Yes, it's bad enough. - We want the truth.

The truth is I wasn't there.

Too bad about your attitude.

- Because you've really screwed up. - I agree.

- You know that? - I agree.

And your colleague is...

I found him! I know the state he's in!

I like the guy!

We understand your distress.

Losing a colleague is a terrible thing.

I'm just asking: Are you sure you only had a coffee?

Give us an honest answer.

I didn't have a beer.

So abandoning a colleague was all you did wrong?

I wasn't drunk, okay.

I never said you were.

I asked if you had anything else.

His Lordship leaves in the middle of a job,

abandoning his colleague

who ends up at death's door.

He made a blunder. He knows. He accepts it.

- Not entirely. - How come?

He says he had a coffee.

We checked, of course,

and we know he had a beer.

It's not much different but he could be straight with us.

Well, I believe he had a coffee.

I see him drinking coffee. They don't all drink beer.

We feel he isn't being straight.

Still, it won't... l nearly said it won't kill us.

Bad choice.

Bad choice.

He's a wreck.

He feels rough. He knows he screwed up.

He'll accept what's coming.

Why drag him down even further? He says he had a coffee.

It makes no difference.

I just wish the lieutenant was okay.

So do we.

In any case, this guy of yours

has to live with his conscience after all this.

Like all of us.

If you need anything, call me.

Thanks.

Nothing from Fingerprints. And no trace of Panevski.

Our Russian contact got back to me about Piotr.

His real name is Piotr Panfilev.

He escaped from a gulag

with a certain Pavel Dimitriev last year.

- Maybe our Pavel. - It has to be.

Being on file, they kept their first names.

Piotr was in jail for murder

and Pavel for running guns to Chechnya.

Get a photo from the Russians.

They're e-mailing it any minute.

The Crime Squad is on Antoine's case.

I want Pavel for Walesa's murder.

We should relinquish the case,

if possible.

Out of the question!

If you find one, bring in the SWAT team.

I can't talk. I'll be right out.

- Where is he? - At number 27.

The caretaker recognized him from the photo.

- Do we call for back-up? - We wait.

Where's Patrick?

300 yards up the street.

- What do we do? - We wait.

Solo to Richard. I'm with Caro. We're waiting. Over.

Message received.

Here he comes.

We nail him?

See if he meets the other.

Risky...

l think they might be leaving.

Sure about this?

Yes, I want them both!

This is hot! We'll follow on foot. Hide,

he's just passing you.

Solo, come with me. Nico, wait a minute, then go to the metro.

The metro could complicate things.

He's smart, I think he's spotted us.

You don't want to nail him now?

Want to see a movie?

He's turned right!

Patrick! Richard! Head over to Rue des Rondeaux!

He's in the metro! Block the exits!

- We don't go in? - He may come out.

- What if he doesn't? - Do it. There's only five of us!

Stop! Freeze!

Spread your legs. Nice and wide.

Calm down. Don't make a move, pal.

Don't move!

What're you doing?

Don't move, I said!

Help me! He weighs a ton!

Make an effort, asshole!

Listen to what we say, okay!

Let's go.

Richard, we got him.

Richard?

He ditched his backpack on Rue des Rondeaux. Pick it up.

See you back at the station.

You understand every word. You're in deep shit!

Shut your mouth! You're in deep shit.

Shut up! Got that? Shut up now!

You'll get this if you don't shut up!

Find an interpreter for his custody.

You don't fool us. Pavel's the one we want.

Pavel. Understand? Pavel.

Put him in the cooler.

Bring in our witnesses to ID him.

Shut your mouth.

Take your shoes off.

Your shoes. Take them off.

Isn't this blood?

Bag them. We'll show Vaudieu.

We'll keep the shoes.

Run a check with Walesa's DNA.

Get a sample of his blood from the morgue and order a test.

- A number. Do we answer? - Note it down.

It could be Pavel.

Look at him. Don't be afraid, he can't see you.

Is that him?

Take another look.

That's him? You're sure?

You may remain silent, call your family or employer and see a doctor.

He says he's innocent and is scared you'll beat him.

Will he sign the form?

He won't sign or say anything more.

That's okay. He'll just pay a higher price.

Go ahead, laugh. But you've tripped up on your laces.

No need to translate.

Thanks.

Let's take him back.

What are you doing?

I've been waiting half an hour.

Piotr, it's Pavel again.

I'll wait another fifteen minutes, then I'm leaving.

You were right, they were meeting.

I want his phone traced right away.

Why not keep a beer for Pavel?

Or take one to Antoine.

They could hook it up to his drip.

I've got a good one for you, Ali Baba. What's the difference...

I'm not your pal, okay! Got that?

I'm not your pal!

Fucking cut it out!

What an asshole!

Pavel kept on calling

but didn't leave a message.

There's been nothing more since.

Piotr has been identified by the English guy

and by Kaminsky.

And we've found blood on his laces.

It could be Walesa's.

We'll know in a couple of days.

But we're filing charges

and keeping him inside.

There.

I saw your Julie by the way.

She's pretty hot.

She's worth holding on for.

Pavel apparently made no calls after 10 p.m.

He suspects something. He changed numbers.

His last call was to a certain Vladimir Gaiskaiskolo.

He's already on file for pimping.

He lives in Nice. Piotr called him too

prior to his arrest.

They were onto a deal.

Get the magistrate to tap Vladimir's line

and question everyone he called recently.

One last thing. All of Piotr's calls to Pavel

came from the same area of the Latin Quarter.

Place Jean de Beauvais.

The orthodox church.

- The Russians meet there. - We'll check.

Any news on Pavel's photo?

The Russians are sending it today.

Forward it to the border police. He'll try to get away.

Unless he already has.

I'm onto it.

That looks like him.

- What's his name? - Pavel.

He looks like a child.

I'm sorry.

If I'd spotted him on the harvest photo, maybe the young man...

He wasn't on it. Don't worry.

How is he?

Stable.

More and more of them turn up here with nothing.

They hope to find a job, a place to live.

I'm sorry,

but I can't help you.

Thank you, Father.

That wasn't much help.

What is it? What's wrong?

He's dead.

I'm here to see Antoine Derou�re.

He died this afternoon.

Are you family?

I'm afraid you'll need permission.

I'll get someone for you.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

You know that it was said,

"Love your neighbour and hate your enemy."

I say to you:

Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you

to be the true children of our Father in heaven

for He causes the sun to rise on both good and evil

and the rain to fall on the just and the unjust.

If you love those who love you,

what reward will that bring?

Don't the tax collectors themselves do that much?

If you hail only your brothers, what is so unusual?

Do not the pagans do just that?

Therefore, you will be perfect

as your heavenly Father...

The lab results are categorical.

The blood on Piotr's laces belongs to Walesa.

He admits now that he hit him

but says Pavel threw him in the canal.

What about you?

How far have you got?

We've put his photo out,

grilled everyone he called...

In vain.

Anything on the Russian in Nice?

Not a thing.

I'm worried he may have left.

Was I right to return to the Detective Unit?

Maybe I'm too old,

too fucking stupid.

My name is Alain. I'm an alcoholic.

When I look at you,

I'm ashamed.

I'm ashamed to be with you.

When I look at you, I feel like shit.

I went out this morning, saying I was walking the dog...

And I found the bottle of vodka l left in the bushes last week.

I drank it all.

When I got back, my wife laid into me in front of my kids.

I won't quit drinking in this fucking room.

I'm out of work,

my wife's leaving me

and what do I see in my kids' eyes?

I see pity and when I come here, l find the same thing.

You think I'll quit like this?

All your crap prayers and hypocritical hugs won't help me.

Here I am, insulting you, and no one even reacts.

We'll find a student to teach him. It will be all right.

I have to go. I have to pick the car up.

Don't worry. See you later. Take care.

Good evening, it's Pavel.

I told you not to call me here.

I have to see you. I'm at the station.

I don't want to see you. Don't come here and don't call me.

Translate the last part again.

I told you not to call me here.

I have to see you. I'm at the station.

He's in Nice.

Let's see the boss.

Commander Vaudieu?

Dutty, Nice Detective Unit.

Your guy's at the H�tel Darcy. The SWAT team's ready.

When can they be there?

Half an hour at the most.

- I want to see the place first. - Okay.

Can I have a coffee, please?

- Sir? - Marlboro.

Six euros. Thank you.

I just saw him.

He bought cigarettes.

Why didn't you call us? We have two guys in there.

You're a jerk sometimes.

Where's the team?

The time they take...

He's still in his room.

Team 2, secure the street. Team 1, behind the shields.

Go!

Morb�, go up. Solo, stay here.

He's had it.

Subtitles: Ian Burley

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