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FABIO MONTALE Total Chaos

I can't get through. He doesn't have his cell phone.

What do we do?

Prepare to attack.

Let's talk, boys!

You're completely surrounded!

Shut up, prick!

- Don't move! - Please, let my wife go!

Shut your fucking mouth, or we'll waste your wife!

Be reasonable. You're still young.

Stop this nonsense while there's still time.

Where did he come from?

We'll kill them!

Stop!

Kill him, Slim!

Kill the bastard! What the fuck are you waiting for?

So what will it be?

Let's not waste time here.

Will you kill two innocent people and an unarmed cop or do we talk?

Let's talk numbers, then.

Armed robbery, eight years.

You'd be out in four or five.

Murdering an unarmed officer in the course of his duty is life.

A minimum of 3O years.

Do your sums.

Don't listen to him!

Shoot, then.

This is Captain Reyrol!

For the last time, let the hostages go and come out!

You have to tell them we didn't want to kill anybody.

We'll tell them.

Right, let's go.

It's all right, madam.

The hostages are in shock, but they're unharmed.

Could someone get me a coffee?

Armand, a coffee, please.

- What exactly did you say to them? - We talked numbers.

- Numbers? - Numbers.

Just between us, how did you get in?

Easy.

The cellars next door lead directly to the pharmacy's storeroom.

- How did you know? - I knew this area when I was a kid.

And this pharmacy...

I robbed it, too.

A long time ago.

In another life.

I hope so, boss.

Don't mess around, Ugo!

No, Manu!

- Ugo! - Wait, Manu!

Run, Fabio, run!

Give it to me!

- Give it back, Ugo! - Hey, Fabio!

Hurry, Fabio!

Fabio!

Hey, Fabio!

Sir.

Can we help you?

I've seen you hanging about for a while.

I thought maybe...

We don't want any trouble here.

Oh, sorry! How was I to know?

It's not written on your forehead.

Sir!

Captain! General!

I've seen you before, haven't I?

Anyway, it was nice chatting with you.

Hands on the roof!

Spread them!

You never used to be so sloppy.

A Glock?

What kind of faggot gun is that?

It weighs nothing. It's like a kid's toy.

You prefer this model?

Bastard!

- When did you get back, Ugo? - A while ago.

Shit, seeing you two together makes me so nostalgic.

- I can leave again, if you like. - You idiot.

Bastard!

Thank you.

What is it?

Have you been to the cemetery to see him?

No, not alone. What about you?

I was waiting for you.

What are you here for, Ugo?

See you there at 2:OO?

Keep them.

I get the feeling you need them these days.

- Hello, Reyrol. - Boss.

Oh, dear! Where did you get them?

- They don't fit you at all. - Really?

So, then...

So, what?

Your cottage. How many rats per square meter?

I don't mind rats. I've hung out with them every day for 3O years.

No, seriously, boss, sell this hovel.

You'd get at least 5O grand from a sucker from Paris.

My father built that hovel with his bare hands, Captain Reyrol.

I can finally start enjoying life there. See?

Why now? You only have two years left.

Didn't we talk about this, Reyrol?

Yes, but that's all fantasy. I'll tell you something...

Shame, I was dying to hear it.

Yes?

- It's me. How are you? - Fine. And you?

Can I have a word?

No, I'm with...

Fabio.

How did you know?

I'm here, waiting.

- Run, Manu! - Go on, Fabio!

You're crap, Ugo!

That was great!

You're crap, Fabio!

Who killed him, Fabio?

There were rumours, anyone and everyone.

Toine Zucca, for example.

Him and plenty of others.

Didn't you want to know?

Know what?

We always knew it'd end like this.

A girl, a drug deal, or a word out of place.

Manu chose his life, like we did.

Maybe he didn't choose his death.

I'll ask you again, Ugo. Why did you come back?

You came from Florida for 3O seconds here?

Manu would have done it for me and for you, too.

Maybe.

Go home, Ugo.

You'll find nothing here.

I don't need you to get information.

I still know people in town.

By the way...

I didn't ask.

Are you married with kids?

Me neither.

Know what that means?

The three of us were the last of our kind. We broke the mould.

I knew I had seen you somewhere before, General!

You're Montale's son.

In the old days, you and your friends hung out here a lot.

You're not going to eat that for your lunch!

- I'm afraid so. - How awful!

I'm making focaccia.

I'll bring you some, because that's pitiful.

- I'm expecting friends to help me. - How many?

Look at that clown!

Where the heck is he from?

- How much? - For what?

This piece of crap. How much?

He's crazy!

2O grand in American dollars.

- Move it! - It's real!

I'll bring it back.

- Back where? - By the fountain, okay?

With that money, you can buy a really cool car.

No car's as smart as your bike.

It's real! I wish he had taken mine.

In Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Go in peace.

- Zucca! - Watch out!

Mind you...

...I can't see you spending your life here putting worms on your hook.

You see that boat?

I just bought it.

I'll go and sit over there

with my bobble hat on, my rods, my sketches.

And you'll die of boredom.

You have to die of something, Reyrol.

Boys!

Your lunch is ready!

Get a move on!

Norine's cooked up a storm!

It's nice to see them together, don't you think?

Especially with all this bloody racism nowadays.

Why do people hate each other like that?

- Because they're scared, Norine. - But scared of what?

If only I knew.

Oh! Even on Sunday!

You should turn it off. They ruin people's lives.

Yes, Montale here.

Hi, Loubet.

Are you bored all alone at the office?

What?

When?

Okay, thanks.

No, you did well.

- Problem? - Panic in town.

Toine Zucca was shot outside the church.

One less villain.

Auch's team will be on overtime.

Fabio!

Who's dead?

Nobody important. A villain. Nobody to lose sleep over.

Yes, but what's his name?

Toine Zucca. Why?

What's wrong, dear?

Nothing.

It's just that... It always affects me.

You see these things every day.

Hey!

Think I can't see you?

Shit!

Stop, Ugolini!

The area's sealed off!

Hands up!

Stop, stop!

Lacroix, Ramis, up there!

Testin, Merinis, this side!

This way!

Sorry, I'm not carrying a gun.

Shit!

Get the hell down here!

Oh, shit!

Sorry, miss, you can't get through. The area's sealed.

You two, stay there. The rest with me.

Out of the way!

Come on, Lole, I'll take you home.

- What about him? - I'll deal with him later.

I'll come and fetch you.

Go home, Lole.

Morvan, can I have a word?

It was me or him.

Apparently it was him.

Congratulations, Captain.

You can say what you want, sir.

I only answer to my bosses, okay?

Listen to me.

He's right, Montale. Come with me.

Well, shall we have that coffee, then?

I'm sorry about Ugolini. I would have liked to take him alive.

The gun he was holding is a Glock.

It wasn't his.

What do you mean?

He never used that kind of weapon.

- This proves he did. - This proves nothing.

How did you manage to get here so fast?

- I heard about Zucca's death. - And you thought of Ugolini.

There's no doubt it was him who killed him.

You only had to wait. How did you know...?

Stop right there.

What we do, how and why, is none of your business, Montale.

You knew Ugolini, and I respect that,

but this isn't your turf, okay?

We've watched him since he got back.

It was rumoured he hadn't come to Marseilles

just to cry on Manu Rivera's grave.

That's all I can tell you for now.

I repeat, Montale, everyone would rather have taken him alive.

And I repeat, Auch, that wasn't his gun.

Go on, Fabio!

Wait, Manu!

Run, Fabio!

Give me some!

I'll call tomorrow morning.

What's wrong with you today?

Nothing. Maybe I'm tired.

Did I scare you?

Sorry.

So he's the man.

Hardly international class.

I know it's a matter of taste, but honestly...

- What do you want, Mourrabed? - Nothing.

To say hello, have a quick chat.

Why didn't you call back?

I have a lot of work. I'm tired.

You don't look it.

What would you say to a coffee on a terrace?

Another time. I have to get home.

What's wrong? Am I not good enough for you now?

Now you've got a Frenchman!

Don't say that, please.

Just one drink.

I miss you, Leila.

I have my car. I'll have you back in half an hour.

Come on, I want to be seen out with the prettiest girl in Marseilles.

You can't say no to that.

- You will run me back? - On my life!

I'll warn you now, Babette, I'm not giving any interviews.

Interviews never were your strong point.

I was in Rome this weekend.

I just heard about Ugo and Zucca.

Yes, I'm the only one left now.

According to Inspector Auch, Ugolini killed Zucca.

It's possible.

To avenge Manu?

He must have felt sure of himself to have taken such a risk.

It was never proved that Zucca ordered Manu Rivera killed.

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Why did we split up?

Because you're an old macho set in his ways,

and I'm a pain in the neck and a workaholic.

Oh, yes, that's right.

I remember now why we split up.

Oh, yes? Why?

Because neither of us are good long-term investments.

I hadn't seen Ugo for 2O years.

Just think of it.

But it was like we'd never been apart.

What about Manu?

Oh, I had run into Manu now and again.

We had become strangers.

Because he was that bastard Batisti's right-hand man?

Or because I was a cop. Depends on your point of view.

Ugo, Manu, and I did some silly things.

It's funny when you're 13 or 16. After that, nobody thinks it's funny.

And what happened?

We started doing little jobs, nothing nasty.

We never hurt anyone. We were only after the money.

Until the day we used a gun.

Did you kill someone?

No. Worse.

We left him a cripple.

A pharmacist who was sick of being robbed by every thug in Marseilles.

He tried to defend himself.

He had a.22 long rifle under the counter.

I don't know what happened. It just went off.

Did you fire the shot?

I went to see the guy in the hospital.

He was lying down, held up by straps,

with his wife and kids around him.

I told Ugo and Manu we had to stop everything,

that it might already be too late for us.

They didn't care.

They saw it as a chance mishap.

So I left.

Maybe that's why you're alive and they're not.

I won't abandon them again, Babette.

Not again!

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to wake you.

What's wrong?

I don't really know.

I came to ask if you had seen Leila.

Not since Sunday.

I dropped her off at home,

and her father called to say she had not come back.

I've looked everywhere. No one has seen her.

- Then she's at a college friend's. - No.

She always slept at home. Something must have happened.

I don't know what to do, where to look.

I've been out all night. I had to talk to someone.

You did well.

- I don't want to disturb you. - Don't worry.

Boss!

Mr. And Mrs. Okanaki.

Hello.

They've just come forward.

They were taking photos at the church when Zucca was shot.

- And? - Look.

Can you zoom in here?

Yes, I should think so.

Boss!

I was waiting for you.

In the hills above Cassis, they found a body.

Will you come?

See Reyrol. He shouldn't be long.

Yes, but I'd rather go with you.

Really, I'd rather go with you.

- What's wrong, Loubet? - I'm not sure, boss, but...

Morning, sir.

It's this way.

We didn't move a thing, apart from the ants.

They were attacking.

Can you turn her over?

Was she raped?

At first sight, I'd say yes.

Raped and beaten.

It happened over there.

Then she tried to run away, and...

I'm sorry, sir.

I don't know what came over me.

You're lucky you're able to puke, Loubet.

It shows you've still got something left in you.

Leila!

Go home, take a sleeping pill, and sleep until tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I don't know if I'll last until tomorrow.

What did they do?

She's dead. That's all you need to know.

- I'm going to hand in my badge. - We'll see about that.

When we find whoever did that, I'll kill him.

I'm telling you now, so no one is surprised.

I know what you're thinking.

That I'm not in my right mind, that I'll be better tomorrow.

But you're wrong, boss.

Without Leila, I'll never be in my right mind.

- Where are you off to? - To see Leila's father.

- I'll see to that. - No, it's my job to...!

Take him home and stay there until I call.

- Hey, I don't need...! - I'm giving the orders, Thierry.

Yesterday I wrote home to say my girl was going to be a great lawyer.

That she was going to marry a Frenchman.

Luckily, I didn't send the letter.

- Does Driss know? - I'll tell him.

He's my son. It's my job to tell him.

I don't always trust the police around here.

But Leila liked you a lot.

- An awful lot. - I liked her a lot, too.

Maybe you should leave me alone now.

Will you get them?

Yes, I will.

You have my word.

What will they get for killing an Arab girl,

six months suspended?

They'll pay, Mouloud.

They'll pay the price.

It's a high price, Inspector.

I know.

Go on, Driss, attack!

Back to the middle!

Left hook! Right hook! Turn!

What do you think?

Look at his footwork.

He couldn't move six months ago.

- Shall I get him? - No, leave him.

I just came to ask you to find something for him soon.

- A real fight. - Why?

To take his mind off things, Mavros.

Did something bad happen?

That's good, Driss.

To the showers, lads.

They'll pay, Mouloud.

They'll pay the price.

It's a high price, Inspector.

I know.

- Hi. - Hello.

Can I sit down for five minutes?

I called your office. They said I would find you here.

I wondered how Reyrol was taking it.

He's at home, resting.

I'll have the same.

The other day, we left on a bad note.

You're a good cop, Montale.

- I think very highly of you. - Why?

Why? Because...

You've never played the game.

You go your own road, alone, uncompromising.

But that's not what impresses me the most.

I admire the fact that you've lasted so long, especially in Marseilles.

We are what we are, Auch. We don't change.

What bothers me is that you think all the other cops are corrupt.

I never had any imagination.

You implied things about Ugolini's gun.

I spoke to Morvan.

I don't want you to doubt what happened.

Morvan saved his skin, that's all.

I know him. He's a fine officer, not a cowboy.

- And if he could have avoided it... - Here you go.

- Well, Montale? - Well, what?

What exactly do you want from me?

Nothing. Just tell me everything's fine.

You made things up because you were in shock.

It's understandable.

It's true, I was in shock.

But now, the shock has turned into something else.

Some might call it anger, others hate.

I never had a way with words.

Here, drink to my health.

He swallowed a load of sleeping pills.

I let him.

You did well.

- Come on, you! - I want to call my lawyer.

- Yeah, right! - I want my lawyer!

You'll see him.

- I want...! - Shut it!

Hurry along!

I knew you wouldn't come and see me, so I came.

Who let you in?

I don't need permission to go wherever I want.

You know me.

Do you ever go home?

You still don't have a woman?

A woman or women?

I have no worries on that score, Montale.

- I didn't see you at Ugo's burial. - I hate cemeteries.

You put flowers on Manu's grave, though.

Are you still angry with Manu?

Because of me?

No, not because of you.

I was glad you were together.

Why didn't you try to hold on to me, Fabio?

Manu had more to give than me.

While Ugo was in Marseilles, he came to sleep at my place.

But I didn't know anything.

I'm not asking, Lole.

- You're a cop. - Not tonight.

What have you got for me?

The day he arrived,

Ugo phoned from my place and arranged to meet Batisti.

He didn't tell me, but I know they met.

What's wrong, Fabio?

What did I say?

The first time we saw Batisti, we were 15,

and our childhood stopped right there.

Come in, children.

- Hello. - Manu.

- Hello, Mr. Batisti. - Fabio.

- Ugo. - Hello, Mr. Batisti.

What are you waiting for? Go on, fire it, Fabio!

Go on, fire it!

Fire it, Fabio!

Ugo left to escape Batisti.

I became a cop so I wouldn't be like him.

And Manu...

Manu sold his soul.

You know...

Just after the shooting,

I saw a kid from the neighbourhood run away over the roofs.

Just above where Ugo was killed.

- Do you know him? - No.

A Moroccan, around 14.

He looked in a hurry to get away.

Police.

You're okay? Nothing broken?

That was your bloody fault!

I was on the right, and you...

Don't bother.

Oh, shit!

Let's get going.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't refuse 1,OOO francs.

What happened in the alley, Kader?

What? What alley?

He left the bike at the fountain...

I can't tell you, honest. Don't make me.

Anyway, I didn't really see. I wasn't in the right place.

Kader, the man who was killed in the alley was my friend.

A childhood friend.

I didn't see a thing!

Tell me what you know, and I promise you'll go free.

You won't have to testify.

- Why should I believe you? - You have no choice, understand?

I was waiting for the guy at the Caylus fountain.

When he dropped off the bike, he left right away.

I saw two guys follow him, so I went after them.

Why?

I don't know. I wanted to know who the guy was.

I was just curious.

Carry on.

There were cops everywhere, but the guy didn't notice them.

Well, maybe he did, but it was too late.

Sorry, I'm not carrying a gun.

It's called a police blunder.

- What are you doing? - Killing you, you bastard!

Get the hell down here!

I swear I'd rather be blind than see that.

He killed him like a dog.

Inspector Montale.

This way.

Inspector Montale.

Rapha�Ile Dallamano. I'm Mr. Batisti's advisor.

We were expecting you, more or less.

Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a minute.

You, get out!

So you came.

Sit down.

This bloody medicine makes it hurt to look up.

Sit down.

When I heard about Ugo, I wept.

The reason I'm here is to talk about Ugo.

Last time I saw him, he was 3O.

He dreamed of going to America.

The last time you saw him was last Friday,

and he dreamed of avenging Manu.

I'm sorry.

I find it hard to believe you're a policeman.

It's true, he did come to see me.

- What did he want to know? - Nothing.

He came to pay his respects and to talk about Manu.

I don't want to talk about him.

You're hard. You have no compassion.

Just look at me! I'm nothing anymore!

I'm waiting to die.

Don't try that with me, Don Gennaro.

Men like you don't die. They dry up.

And they become as hard as tree bark.

Is that what you think of me?

It doesn't matter what I think.

What did you and Ugo talk about?

The past.

Ugo knew no one in Marseilles.

Who told him Zucca ordered Manu's execution?

In fact, I was mistaken.

Your eyes have changed.

Something has gone. A little flame.

Answer me, Don Gennaro. Who mentioned Zucca?

Who told him where to find Zucca?

Who told him he'd be vulnerable coming out of church?

Fabio.

Poor Fabio, you're alone now.

You always were the sharpest of all

with your amazing self-preservation instinct.

That's changed! That, too!

Sorry.

Mr. Batisti tires very quickly these days.

Babette, it's me.

Well, who else would it be?

How many men call you and say, "It's me"?

Look, I want you to check the files and pull out everything about Zucca

and his dealings with the Mafia in Italy or in the South.

I know, but I don't want to bring in the Organized Crime Unit for now.

It's private. This is just for me, okay?

Take care.

Me too. See you soon.

Boss, somebody wants a word with you.

He doesn't look like a regular customer.

It's all right, Loubet.

Hello, Driss. What's going on?

I came to see Thierry, but he said he wasn't in today.

That's right. Maybe I can help you.

I want you to take me there.

I want you to show me where they killed her.

Please.

Thanks for seeing my father. It did him good to talk.

Driss, we know each other.

So I'll only ask you once.

Do you know what happened to your sister?

If I tell you, will you repeat it?

I may have to.

No, then.

What's scaring you so much?

It's too dangerous, Montale.

For me, for my father, for you, even.

You have to drop it.

She's dead, anyway.

Just between us, then.

You trust Reyrol?

Thierry? Of course. Why?

No, no reason.

Leila had her doubts. She didn't dare tell him.

Tell him what, Driss?

A week ago, she was waiting for Thierry to come out of work.

She was in her car in the police parking lot.

She heard them talking about a guy who was going to die soon.

About a murder.

They mentioned names, but she wouldn't tell me, to protect me.

They were police, talking about murders that had not happened yet.

- What's the link with Thierry? - It may be nothing.

Maybe he just said hello because he knew them.

It must be that.

But Leila was really freaked out.

You're never 1 OO% / sure about cops.

I don't mean you, Montale.

- Did she tell anyone else? - I don't know.

I don't think so.

Nor did I, I swear.

In fact, I told her to say nothing about it.

Could you try to find out who she saw recently?

Do you think she died because of me?

No.

You were right not to trust cops.

And you know what, Driss?

That's what's killing me, slowly but surely.

That you were right not to trust them.

Phone broken?

No, I am.

You want to come in?

No, I'm inviting you to lunch with Babette.

Take your mind off things.

That's nice of you, but I can't. Not yet.

- I can't leave you like this, Thierry. - Don't worry.

I'll be fine...

...when we've buried her.

For now, it's hard. Too hard.

I'm here for you.

I know.

We'll do all we can for Leila.

Did you find anything for me?

I've worked for six years on the Mafia and its links to Marseilles.

And there are connections between Zucca and Batisti.

In short, it seems Batisti was driven out of Marseilles

by Zucca 10 years ago.

- He's been back for two months. - Yes, I know.

Came back to die, they say.

He has terminal cancer.

We'll see.

Guys like him are like bad memories. They don't fade easily.

Thank you.

You won't do anything silly, will you?

I'm being haunted by ghosts that are waiting to be exorcised.

Don't mix up honesty with naivete, Fabio.

There's always someone above pulling the strings.

The Batistis and Zuccas are just puppets, just a front.

I see you're beginning to understand things.

The death of men like Manu and Ugo

is planned in fancy offices.

It's not godfathers in pinstripe suits giving the orders.

You're right, Babette.

I'd be happy to nail the puppets.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What will you do?

I'm the last one left, Babette. I have no choice.

They'll kill you, too.

They'll try. There's a difference.

I have to talk to you.

The day Leila went missing,

someone called the house to speak to her.

He called five times.

Father said he would tell her, but the guy kept calling.

So?

So it was a guy called Mourrabed.

I know him. We grew up in the same building.

When he and Leila were 16 or 17, they went out together.

After that, he began dealing, and Leila didn't want to see him.

- Carry on. - He called five times.

A guy from our building said he spent all day Sunday

smoking in the stairwell.

- Was he there today? - No, he wasn't.

If he really wanted to see Leila, why didn't he just come?

Shall we go?

No, don't worry. I'll be fine.

Sorry, sir, we don't open until 8:00.

Buy you a drink, Mourrabed?

Do I know you?

Oh, guys like you. When you've seen one...

Right.

Are you being rude?

No, I...

- I've got to meet someone. - Just one drink.

I hate drinking alone.

Give me another one.

I need to use the shitter.

May I?

Of course!

Thank you.

It's a free country.

Jerk-off!

It's funny, guys like you always think cops are idiots.

Shit!

I didn't know you were cops.

You know very well who we are, Mourrabed.

You can smell a cop 2OO meters away.

Let's go.

Leave me alone with him.

No, boss. I'm coming with you.

You'll hear things you won't like, Reyrol.

I want to see this bastard's eyes when he talks about Leila.

- Stay there, Thierry. - No.

It's an order, Captain.

One question, first of all.

Do you intend to waste my time?

I don't know what you want. I have nothing to say to you.

Call this number. They'll tell you to get off my case.

I've got an arrangement with the narcs.

I see.

You know what, Mourrabed?

To avoid sensitive subjects,

we'll just have a little chat and get to know each other.

What do you say?

Let's chat about Leila.

I hear you called her a lot one particular day.

What day was it?

Oh, yes!

The day she was killed.

Disturbing coincidence, don't you think?

I've known Leila since we were kids. I just wanted to go out for a walk.

You believe I had something to do with...?

I stopped believing in anything long ago.

Apart from progress.

I'm a firm believer in that.

Heard of DNA testing?

I've got nothing to hide!

She wanted to fuck! That's not a crime!

Behind this mirror...

...is someone who's dying to spend five minutes with you.

Alone.

He loved Leila.

If I went for a coffee or a smoke, and he got in here...

So tell me something interesting.

A little scoop, just to calm me down.

One reason not to leave you alone with him.

I can't say anything.

I didn't want Leila to be harmed.

I thought he just wanted...!

Who are you talking about?

Nobody! I don't know!

I can't say anything!

Throw me in jail, I don't care!

I won't say a thing.

- A cop, is that it? - Shit, I don't know!

You'll be kept in custody.

We'll continue this conversation tomorrow.

Just between us, I hope it leads to something, for your sake.

Why did you ask if it was a cop?

Leila's brother said she overheard cops talking in the parking lot.

Something she never should have heard.

When?

The day she was waiting for you in your car.

She didn't say anything.

You saw who was there, Thierry. Do you remember?

I see colleagues in the parking lot every day.

I don't know.

Why didn't she tell me?

I have no idea.

She didn't trust me?

- She saw me and thought... - No, she didn't, Thierry.

Leila grew up hating cops.

It's just an old reflex, that's all.

The girl I loved died doubting me, and you think it doesn't matter?

Let's have a drink.

No, thanks.

I'm sorry, I...

Thanks, boss, but...

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

What do they want from you?

Who wanted to kill you?

Nobody. It was just a warning.

You should have stayed in the hospital.

The doctor wanted to do a CT scan.

I'm perfectly fine.

That woman I saw at Batisti's the other day...

I saw her again at Manu's grave.

She was bringing flowers.

I figure she changes them every day.

Batisti's daughter, Constanza. Don't you know her?

She never lived in France.

She was married in Sardinia.

Her husband died last year,

so she came here to live with her father.

She seems to be a strange girl.

Doesn't say much.

She can stand for hours watching the sea.

Was there something between her and Manu?

They say he slept with her to get in with the old man,

to become part of the family.

Your opinion?

I don't think so.

I think Manu felt sorry for her.

Manu didn't calculate things, not in that way.

It went on for a while. Then one day he wanted to split.

She would ring the house all the time, even at night.

She threatened suicide. It became a real nightmare.

Eventually it stopped.

And life carried on.

I didn't hold it against Manu.

You never could.

It was a gift he had.

That's true.

She called one last time for a farewell dinner.

He went.

I agreed to it.

He was killed coming back from the dinner.

Why didn't you say so?

Tell the police?

I never talk to cops.

Evening, Rene.

Cigarette?

When do I get out of this shit, Morvan?

- What did you tell them? - Nothing!

They won't let up.

Reyrol wants me dead.

- Leila was his girl. - I know. Shut up.

I want to know one thing.

Have you got the balls, Mustafa?

Don't call me that!

Answer me!

Will you hold out?

I want to get out!

I won't go down alone, you hear?

I hear you.

My hearing's always been good.

What are you doing? Leave me alone!

I'm sick of seeing you everywhere!

Go away! I want to be alone!

I can't stand you following me!

Go fuck yourself!

What will they do to me in prison?

In prison?

Manu...

Manu always said you were the smartest.

It's right you should be here today.

I'm glad.

Constanza...

Did you decide to kill him that night?

I'd taken a gun from my father's bodyguard.

I wanted us both to die.

He wouldn't answer my calls, you know.

When we saw each other,

he wouldn't take me in his arms anymore.

I'll take you home.

Do you think Manu knows I killed him for love?

Of course he knows.

Look, Reyrol.

Mourrabed is yours. You can have him.

I just want five minutes with him.

Why? I thought he was working for the narcs.

This is with the narcs' permission.

Check if you want. I just want five minutes.

Sorry. I'm interrogating him today.

It's not my decision anyway.

Very well. In that case, I'll see Montale.

Sorry. Inspector Montale won't be in.

A minor traffic accident.

Trying to stir up trouble?

Excuse me. I've got work to do.

Open up, please.

Come with me.

Hi, Loubet.

I want a car!

Get me a car, or I'll kill him!

Okay, calm down!

Don't move! I'll cut him!

Bring me a car!

You, bring a car to the door!

Hurry up!

Okay, let's calm down. Everything's fine.

Everything's not fine! I'll stick him like a pig!

- Want me to drive? - Just go and get the fucking car!

Now!

I'd rather you asked politely, Mustafa.

Now!

Lucky I was here. Isn't that right, Captain?

Excellent, Lieutenant. The angle wasn't easy.

Mourrabed was searched when he arrived yesterday, but...

Okay, Loubet?

I don't know.

I had never used a gun.

- Except during training. - You saved my life.

- Think of it like that. - I'll try.

Go home and take this, Loubet.

There you go.

It's Morvan.

That piece of shit killed Leila.

He saw her in the parking lot.

He must have known she'd heard.

We have absolutely no proof.

We have Batisti's daughter. She'll confess.

Constanza Batisti is half mad.

Her statement won't carry much weight.

But it's bloody obvious!

She kills Manu Rivera, Batisti covers for her,

and when Ugolini arrives in Marseilles,

Batisti tells him Toine Zucca executed Manu!

Do we agree?

We agree.

He knew Ugolini would want revenge.

And he gets rid of his sworn enemy at the same time!

Then Morvan finishes the job by shooting Ugo.

Criminals settling scores. The case is closed.

It's just assumptions, Reyrol.

So what do we do?

Your childhood friend is killed.

You're shot at in the street.

What does it take to get you angry?

I'm a policeman, Reyrol.

If I take Morvan out in a dark alley, what does that make me?

I don't know.

All I know is somewhere in this town

is a guy who battered Leila and then shot her in the back.

Okay, you find that piece of shit. You blow his head off.

What then?

What about your life?

What life, boss?

Morvan!

I didn't thank you. You got me out of a bad spot.

That's all right, Reyrol.

Let me buy you a coffee or something.

I'd like that.

Yes, of course.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes, come in.

I'll call you back.

I heard what happened. The bastards are coming to us now.

We have to talk, Fabio.

First names! It must be serious.

I am serious.

You were right. Something's going on in my department.

I'm investigating personally.

Morvan?

I still don't know, but it won't be long now.

If you hover around him, you may spoil everything.

How many men are involved?

I don't know.

Can you back off and leave it to me?

Morvan has become a thorn in my side.

A large thorn.

He could cost me my job.

Yes?

Oh, yes, sir.

Please!

Excuse me!

He almost killed me. Be careful.

What's wrong?

I'll give him five minutes to tell me what he did to Leila!

Five minutes!

We'll get to the bottom of this!

Do something, for Christ's sake! He's gone mad!

Shut it!

- Thierry! - Stop!

I'm going to kill him, boss. Whatever happens.

But I don't want to harm you or anyone else!

Okay, calm down. What do you want?

For him to tell everyone what he did to Leila.

Why did you kill her, you vile shit?

He's not worth it, Thierry. He's already done for.

No, he's not!

Leila's done for! I'm done for!

- Can't you see the difference? - Montale, call a doctor.

This dickhead will never have the balls to kill a cop

in front of 25 witnesses.

Shit, I'm pissing blood!

Call somebody, Montale! Please call someone!

He thinks I'm bluffing!

I don't believe this! Have you got shit in your eyes?

Don't you see death staring you in the face?

Can't you see it?

I'm not bluffing, Morvan.

Tell him, Morvan!

I don't know what he's talking about!

One last time, why did you kill Leila?

I didn't kill her. It was Mourrabed.

He told me she had supposedly overheard us saying things.

I'd leave out the "supposedly."

He wanted her for ages! He was obsessed with her!

I don't know what he did to her.

I just wanted to scare her.

You killed her.

Admit it, because in three seconds I'll blow your jaw wide open!

I had no fucking choice!

What could I do?

- Game over! - Thierry!

I'm like him. I have no choice.

No, you're not, Thierry. You're not like him.

You've never been like him.

You want me to let him go?

He won't go anywhere.

He beat the shit out of Leila!

He shot her in the back while she ran, naked, down the path!

And he let her die there, alone!

I know.

He killed your friend at point-blank range.

He looked him in the eye and killed him!

I know.

I can't!

Take him away.

- Get in there. - Don't touch me!

Don't mess around.

Right, let's go!

Let's go!

You called me?

Come, Fabio.

- I'm glad you're here. - Something to tell me?

Look in the chest of drawers behind you.

Look in the first drawer, please.

Take it out.

There's a box of ammunition.

Take a bullet.

Just one.

You just have to put the butt in my hand.

This is just between us.

You want a favour from me, Batisti?

An act of charity.

The same charity that Ugo and your daughter got?

- And Leila? - And Manu, too.

Don't forget Manu,

who was my faithful, obedient dog for 3O years.

I was charitable with him, too.

What are you doing?

I owe you nothing, Batisti.

Certainly not a favour.

Don't leave me like this!

Have a nice death, Don Gennaro.

Fabio!

You're a son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch! Fabio!

I wasn't spying on you. Well, I mean...

Let's go for a drink at Fonfon's.

Here we are, chilled water!

- Norine, come and see, it's burning! - Oh, my God!

Morvan was bedridden with a bullet in his belly,

unable to move.

Plus, he had everyone by the balls.

You think he had no reason to commit suicide?

So he was helped out of the window?

Isn't that what fall guys are meant to do?

Fall.

Morvan...

I doubt he was the only one.

It's likely every department's been infiltrated.

Somebody tried to tell me one day that these guys were all puppets.

The Morvans, the Zuccas, the Batistis even.

There's always somebody above them.

So what do we do?

We sweep up.

We clean house.

We pretend it's important. Maybe it is.

And we bury our dead.

In three months, it's all over for you, all this shit.

Lots of things can happen in three months, Thierry.

More than in a lifetime.

Why do you say that?

Because we've disturbed a huge ants' nest.

So?

So the ants aren't happy.

And I'll tell you something, Reyrol.

However we set about things,

we always come back to the same spot.

Where our feet are.

In the shit.