All language subtitles for Fabio Montale 2 Chourmo

Time's almost up, right, Montale?

Okay, boss?

Guitou!

Who did that to you?

Nobody. Don't worry.

Did your trip go well?

Until the station, yes.

Then some guy asked for a cigarette.

Two minutes later,
you noticed your wallet was gone?

- How do you know?
- That's Marseilles.

That's Marseilles?

Yes, well,
it's lots of other things, too.

It's me, for instance.

- Is it your first time?
- Yes.

Don't lie to me, Guitou, ever.

It's my first time,
and it's very important.

Boss!

This is Inspector Ressayre.
She'll be...

She'll be taking over this office.

- Hel�ne Ressayre, delighted.
- Nice to meet you.

Don't worry,
I'll tidy up before the weekend.

I'm in no hurry.
I got in last night.

- I just came to...
- Inspect the territory?

Meet and greet.

There we are.

Maybe we could meet up
this week for an hour?

Whenever you like.

- Gentlemen.
- Inspector.

What do you think?

I think you're a lucky bunch.

I can't believe you're going.

And yet...

You don't seem that upset.

I've been a cop for 28 years, Reyrol.

- It's time to try another career.
- Fisherman?

Ordinary citizen.

What's going on, Guitou?

Stay here. I'll check.

No, Narni!

Don't!

Good God!

Shut up!
This was supposed to be empty!

Oh, shit!

Cut it out!
Reople are trying to sleep!

Stop! Are you crazy?

- Call the cops!
- Let's go.

He said your name!
She may have heard!

It's too late! Come on!

Fabio!

Fabio!

Well?

Taking an earlier retirement
than planned?

What are you doing here?

Aren't you at the bar?

I was nearby.
I went to see Norine.

So, obviously...

Hey, that's enough.

What is this, an interrogation?

Do you want anything,
besides scolding me?

You've got a visitor.

Make yourself presentable
and come for a coffee.

I can't believe it.

I hope you'll be more talkative
after a coffee, General.

Because, honestly...

I remember Ugo, Manu,
and you playing here.

Sometimes you'd let me come.

Ang�le, Ang�le, look!

Fabio!

Not everyone has a cousin
as beautiful as you.

He was proud to show you off.

Let's have a look around.

You'll see it hasn't changed here.

Thank you.

Hey, Norine, do be careful.

Otherwise tongues will wag.

Keep your nose out!

I'm a big girl now!

Honestly!

You know what?

I wonder if it's still a secret.

- What?
- Our secret.

You know how long it's been?
More than three years.

Surely not.

Indeed.

I remarried three years ago.
You didn't come.

And I haven't seen you since.

- Do you hate me?
- No, don't be silly.

What's the matter, Angie?

It's my son.

He stole money from the shop
and vanished.

When was that?

Yesterday morning.

He's never run away before.

But I know he's here, in Marseilles.

And you want me to find him?

He has a friend in Marseilles
named Fabre.

They met on vacation.

- So I checked the directory...
- There are dozens of Fabres.

But I found his girlfriend's name.

I'm sure he came to see her.

This kind of thing happens,
sooner or later.

Maxime is away on business.

I absolutely must get Guitou
back to Gap before he returns.

Angie, why aren't you
telling me everything?

When Maxime heard he was going
out with that girl, he hit him.

I know it wasn't the first time,
but it was so brutal...

I was really scared.

Her name is Naima Hamoudi?

So what?

So Maxime doesn't like...

Well, his ideas are rather...

Racist?

And what do you think?

I don't know.

Don't bullshit me.

Our fathers were ginzoes,
dock rats who hardly spoke French.

So don't tell me you don't care
about what your husband thinks.

Not to me.

Maxime wasn't like that at first.

You know, Fabio,

if I had to choose between
my marriage or my son's happiness,

I wouldn't hesitate a second.

You want me to find him?

Then stay here and rest.

It's not luxurious, but it's quiet.

Norine will look after you,
and I'll know where to find you.

Thierry?

Reople across the street
said they saw someone running away

just before the shouting.

One woman is sure it was a girl.

Rlus, we've got one description.

The body on the 4th floor
is Hocine Draoui,

Algerian national, archaeologist,
university lecturer.

And who's this kid?

God knows.

Whatever, this smells bad.

We don't know yet.
Could be burglars.

Did you see anything to steal?

No.

- Did you call Montale?
- Yeah.

Meeting at the office at 11:OO.

- What's he up to?
- How am I supposed to know?

Fabio!

This is usually a no-go zone for cops.

- You're living dangerously.
- As usual.

Me too, as you can see.

I heard you left your job.

You can say "fired."
It's not a curse word.

What brings you
to this corner of paradise?

I'm looking for Naima Hamoudi.

Heard of her?

Actually, I was just at her place.

Door 32, staircase B.

Has she been up to no good?

I see your youth worker's reflexes
are still there.

No, she's done nothing.

Is it about her family?

It's possible.
What's your angle?

It's odd I should run into you.
I've been trying to reach you.

I just got my phone hooked up.

I moved into my dad's cottage.

What was it about?

I'm onto something, Fabio.

Something big.

Very, very big.

I'll tell you about it later.

You know what?

Wait here.
I won't be long.

I'll buy you a coffee at Fonfon's.

- Sit down.
- No, I'll be fine.

This isn't official. I wanted a word
with your daughter Naima.

Naima?

She isn't here.

What do you want from her?

Does the name Guy Aguila
ring a bell?

Everyone calls him Guitou.

No.

I haven't come to cause trouble,
but this boy has disappeared and...

Mrs. Hamoudi, this boy is family.
My nephew.

I don't know him!

And if I'm...

Serge!

Call an ambulance!

Don't. Don't, Serge.

Try not to move.
Stay calm.

Don't say anything, Serge.
You'll be all right.

Stay calm.
We'll look after you.

Davor...

Go and see Davor.

It's nothing.
You'll be all right.

Davor!

The ambulance is on its way.
I called the cops, too.

You'll be all right, Serge.
I won't let you go.

I'm here for you, Serge.

I heard about Serge.
I'm sorry.

So what's your story?

Read your men's reports.
I have nothing to add.

I talked to my men.

Why were you there, Montale?
It's off your district.

Were you there to meet Bondy?

What did he say?

What was he up to?

Serge was my friend.

I don't want to discuss this with you.

You want war, Montale?

Next week you'll lose some firepower.
Thought of that?

See you next week, then.

Well?

Well, nothing.

Fabio Montale's friends are rapidly
becoming an endangered species.

Hello.

I was expecting you.

Whenever I want to be alone,
you always know where to find me.

Fonfon!

Were you there when...?

What was Serge into recently?

Word is he was secretly
helping out the Secret Service.

It wasn't really up his alley.

To be honest, I have no idea.

- Babette!
- Hello!

All right?

Norine called.

Your cousin's asking for news.

Nothing yet.
I'll see to it later.

Tell Angie I'll call this afternoon.

You know what's sad?

You won't be investigating
Serge's murder.

Why is that?

Well, because I thought that,
at the end of the week...

What's that got to do with it?

Shit, where's he off to?

Where's he going?

Headed for trouble, as usual.

Any news on Draoui?

Wait a second.
I'll call you back, Loubet.

I tried to reach you.

Weren't we supposed
to meet at 11:OO?

Something came up.

- You went to Le Ranier?
- Some guy was killed.

An Algerian national,
Hocine Draoui.

A kid was wasted, too.
There's been no positive ID.

- Any witnesses?
- Neighbors saw three or four guys.

And a young girl
got away from the killers.

The kids were probably
just getting laid

and saw something
they shouldn't have seen.

Where exactly was this?

A practically derelict building
that's being renovated.

It belongs to Adrien Fabre,
the real estate guy.

How old was the kid?

Around 15, 16.

Why?

We couldn't reach you,
so I thought...

You did well.
Anyway, you'll inherit the case.

- May I?
- Of course.

Where was he?

It would take a while to explain.

He just saw
his friend get gunned down.

Something wrong, Inspector?

His name is Guy Aguila.

He lived in Gap.

Sorry, I need some air.

Did you know the boy personally?

He's the son of my cousin,
Ang�le Aguila.

Or rather ex-Aguila:
She's remarried since.

I'm sorry.

The man murdered on the 4th floor
was a famous historian.

A political refugee wanted
by various extremist groups.

But I just spoke to HQ.

Absolutely nothing must leak out.
Orders from the Ministry.

What does that mean?

We found two unidentified bodies
in a squat. End of story.

This remains strictly confidential
until the Minister himself says so.

The antiterrorist brigade
is probably involved.

I'm supposed to look my cousin
in the eye and say nothing?

Let's pay Mr. Fabre a visit.

- Shouldn't I go?
- How so, Inspector?

For the time being,
you're still a tourist here.

The end of the week
should be a breeze.

- Thierry?
- Yes?

- What will you tell your cousin?
- I have no idea.

- Lf I can help...
- It's all right.

Yes, you can help.

Remember Davor?

Davor, yeah, sure.

He went down for dealing smack.

We've had no news of him
in five years.

- Lf you could track him down.
- Okay, but...

No buts, Thierry.
Do it, please.

Loubet, arrange surveillance
at Cite des Cailloles, Building E.

And put out a missing persons
on Naima Hamoudi.

No, no criminal record.

Loubet, be as discreet as possible.

Don't go dropping her name all over.

I'll call back.

She was with the kid.

By now, she's either dead
or dead lucky.

Worst thing is, even the names
are similar. Did you notice?

Naima, Leila.

I know.

Inspector Montale and Captain Reyrol.

We'd like to see
Mr. Or Mrs. Fabre, please.

I'm Mrs. Fabre.

Anh Hoa Fabre.

Do come in.

I met Hocine at a press conference
some years ago.

A brilliant man.

We kept in touch.

When he asked me for help, I let him
stay in that abandoned building.

You weren't worried?

Yes, of course.

Could your son have given the keys
to that room to the young man?

Mathias?

I don't know. Maybe.

- Could we ask him?
- He's on holiday in the Jura.

He can't be reached
before the weekend.

Was Hocine Draoui feeling
threatened lately?

He constantly felt threatened.

He lived in permanent fear.

Did you know him well, Madame?

Why do you ask that?

As part of the investigation.

He rarely went out.

I brought him papers and books.

He read a great deal.

Do you think his murderers
will be found?

I imagine they're already safe
in their own country.

What country, Mr. Fabre?

I don't know.

If the murderers are the people
who were after Hocine...

Thank you for your hospitality.

We'll be in touch.

What's wrong?

Sorry?

You were looking at me
in a strange way.

- I mean...
- Sorry.

I'm being rude,

but it's because there's something
captivating in your eyes.

Have a nice evening, Mrs. Fabre.

Something captivating in her eyes?
What crap!

You shouldn't eavesdrop!

It's what I do!

I watch my elders,
take notes, learn lessons.

But I must admit,
the captivating eyes trick...

Be very careful, Captain Reyrol,
or I'll book you for insubordination.

Was she sleeping with Draoui?

Rossibly.

That makes Fabre jealous
and a potential suspect.

Having her lover killed,
extremists taking the blame.

Excellent, Captain.

I'll contact the holiday group
in the Jura.

If the kid is there,
send someone to pick him up.

We'll make a real cop out of you,
Captain Reyrol.

Listen, Mathias.

Get dressed, pack your things,
and don't ask questions.

Where are we going?

No questions.

It's about time, General.

Any longer
and we would have called the police.

I am the police.

It's a game we play.

But soon, you'll have
to find another answer.

That's all very well, but at my age,
I shouldn't stay up late.

Thank you, Norine.

- Good night.
- Thanks for everything.

Was it you who did all this?

Yes. It kept us busy.

That's nice of you.

No news?

I have a bad feeling, Fabio.
It's been haunting me all day.

Shall I serve you?

Listen.

I have to...

I shouldn't, but, you know, Ang�le...

Ang�le?

My God! Nobody's called me that
in 2O years.

Sleep here tonight.

I'm scared, Fabio.

I'm scared for my boy.

I know.

I know.

Ever thought of becoming pro?

Maybe. I'd like that.

My name is Fabio Montale.

I know who you are.

I'm Mourad.

- How do you know me?
- Everyone knows you.

And you saw my mother yesterday
to talk to Naima.

Are you here for that?

Naima hasn't come back,
and my mother's at work.

Your sister's in danger.

Her life is in danger.

I swear I don't know
where she is, mister.

On my life, I don't know.

Did she mention a friend?
Someone called Guitou?

You think she talks about boyfriends?
No, I don't know.

Hey, mister!
Wasn't Serge your friend?

Yeah.

I liked him, too.

He was going to introduce me
to the basketball federation in Nice.

- It's rotten what they did.
- "They"?

The ones who bumped him off,
who killed him.

- You know them?
- I know the one who shot him.

I've seen him with Redouane,
my big brother.

He's your brother's friend,
and you're telling me?

- What is this?
- Straight up!

Redouane hasn't done anything.

Being in prison changed him.
He hangs out with strange people.

He doesn't talk to us anymore,
not even to my mother.

Where can I find him?

I don't know.
We haven't seen him all week.

He hasn't even called.

Do you know the shooter's name?

No. But he looks Italian or Corsican.

He hangs around here sometimes.

If that guy took off,
Redouane would go back to normal.

And you want me to clean house?

That's your job, isn't it?
And Serge was your friend.

Inspector!

The ball, please.

Inspector Ressayre.

I don't intend to be unpleasant.

I got out of bed on the right side.

May I buy you a tasteless coffee
as an apology?

Tempting offer.

Indeed, it is particularly revolting.

It's so civil servants don't take
permanent coffee breaks.

No danger.

Your men love you.

You're a hard act to follow.

You have qualities that I lack.

A faintly macho compliment.

I admit it.

Thanks anyway.

- Let's have lunch tomorrow.
- I would love to.

I'll bone up on my compliments.

I managed to talk to
the holiday company in the Jura.

They had a Mathias Fabre there
last year, but not this year.

- Interesting.
- And I found your friend Davor.

In a scrapyard near Cassis.
It was his brother's.

He took it over last June.

- Can I come?
- No. Work on the Draoui case.

Look into the architect and his wife.
It's all linked, one way or another.

You mean the kid,
Draoui and Serge Bondy?

Rrobably, yes.

And the only key to this
is little Naima Hamoudi.

Boss.

Why are you interested in Davor?

"Davor" was Serge's last word.
Happy?

Sure.

Who are you to boss my dog around?

Don't you recognize me?

I don't recognize anyone.

I saw a prowler on my property
and grabbed my gun.

I have a right.

Serge Bondy.
Does that ring a bell?

Fuck off!
I don't want to see anyone!

Lower the gun.

I'll blow your head off, you hear?

I hear.

Now calm down, or I'll get upset.

Watch it. I'm not a dog.

Since you're inviting me,
we'll have a coffee.

I've known Serge for ages.

He looked after a cousin of mine
who was held in a detention center.

I didn't know he was dead.

He lived there.

He lived here?

Yes. Hardly the Negresco,
but when you're broke, you make do.

If you're here for his junk, take it.

There's nothing, anyway.

Fabio Montale, huh?

Reople say being your friend
brings bad luck.

First Manu Rivera,
then Ugolini, and now...

In your case, it should be reassuring.
Just look at it like that.

How much do I get
for keeping his shit?

I could have kept quiet
and ditched it.

I know, Davor.

But you're a big-hearted guy.

Helping out comes naturally.

That's worth money!

I won't become
a millionaire with that.

Well, cop?

Not even polite enough
to drink your drink?

Sorry.

To Serge.

- Who is that, a new girlfriend?
- No, no.

That's Ravie.

Serge's girlfriend.

Fonfon?

Yeah?

Take the nice driver
of the Safrane a coffee.

It's on me.

Friend of yours?

I'm going blind with age.

You tell me.

With the compliments
of that gentleman.

Son of a bitch!

Of course, I know that rude scumbag.

Jo�I Balducci, a Corsican.

He's a real bad guy.

Isn't he mixed up with
organized crime in Var?

He's not often in Marseilles.

Who'll pay for my dry cleaning?

I spice up your life,
and you complain!

That's all Serge left behind.

I had a look,
didn't understand a thing.

Could you glance at it?

Why me?

You know what's going on.
Rlus, it's your job.

Do it for me.

I always do everything for you, Fabio.
That's my problem.

- Everything okay, Babette?
- Yes.

Things are okay.
A few worries, but I'm fine.

Still with your handsome
Roman lawyer, Giovanni?

Gianni.

Who said
he was handsome, anyway?

He'd better be, coming after me!

If you had problems,
you would tell me, right, Babette?

Don't worry.

It's about my work on the Mafia.

Since I signed with the publisher,
I've been uneasy.

I feel a kind of pressure.

Maybe I'm getting paranoid.

Does Jo�I Balducci ring any bells?

You're joking.

He's Alex Narni's hired man.
Why?

You know your stuff.

But knowing some stuff
can be dangerous, Babette.

I'm in control of the situation.

But thanks for worrying.

I'll take a look and call you.

If you can find any info
on Balducci and Alex Narni...

Don't do anything silly.

They killed them like dogs.

Two men and a 15-year-old.

You think you're safe?

No one is safe.

Not even those bastards.

I got you one, too.

Best in the harbor.

Go on, take it!

You have friends in the media?

You're right.
They're always useful.

Have you got five minutes?

Depends.

Let's not fall out.

I don't have to tell you a thing,
especially now that you're leaving.

But strange things are going on
with the Arabs in the projects.

I'd like to know
what Serge was up to with them.

You're not alone.

Is that why you wanted to see me?

No, that's just an introduction.

Ever the diplomat.

So, Fabio, what did he tell you?

You use first names
when you're not confident.

This is no bloody joke!
Why were you there?

Coincidence.

Right. Just visiting friends
and who do you run into?

What are you scared of, Auch?

Just one thing.

Chaos, anarchy,
and the Arabs taking control.

I counted three.

You have no idea
what you're getting into.

No idea.

Carry on.

I'm not threatening you.

Just trying to warn you.

As a colleague.

Why don't you step down?
What can you hope to achieve?

I've been wondering that for 3O years.

I may have to call you
as a witness soon.

No problem.

I want you to know...

Even though I didn't like Serge,
I'm sorry.

I know you worked together a lot.

- Silly, isn't it?
- What?

That you and I never got along.

I always admired you.

Always respected you,
you know that.

Thanks for the coffee, anyway.

By the way, how did you know
where to find me?

Are you having me followed?

Sir!

We found the girl, Ravie.

We didn't have to look very far.

Fighting with a junkie in a bar.

Quite a bit of damage.

Ravie.

Fabio.

What day is it?

Do you really care?

Just chatting.

I never know what to say
to people anyway.

Do you know about Serge?

Serge.

I don't want to see Serge.

He can't help lecturing me.

It gets a bit much.

Not anymore, Ravie.
Serge is dead.

What?

Serge is dead.

What was Serge up to recently?

Did he tell you?

Fabio, what day is it?

Okay, give me a call
when you're in better shape.

If you don't want to call here, leave
a message at Fonfon's at this number.

When she's better, let her go.

Got that?

- Is there no one in Fabio's life?
- You kidding? Too many people!

He has the weight of the world
on his shoulders.

No. I meant no women?

Women!

They come and go.

All wonderful, too, by the way.

Then they leave, brokenhearted.

- Because of him?
- Because...

Oh, I don't know.

Truth is, Fabio has too much room
in his heart.

His girlfriends can feel that
they'll never take up all that room.

I am worried. What will happen to him
when he's no longer a gendarme?

Hello?

Yes.

You? But you told me that...

I'm in Marseilles at the moment.

Look, Maxime.
I have something to tell you.

It's about Guitou.

Let me speak, please.

All right.

See you later.

That was my husband.

He'll be in Marseilles this afternoon.

What will you do?

Talk to him.

I'll have to face him sooner or later.

Don't you want to tell Fabio?

It will be all right, Norine.

Don't you worry.

These men didn't hesitate to kill
a 15-year-old

just because he saw them.

They're professionals.

They'll wait as long as it takes,
but Naima won't get away.

Sooner or later, they'll find her.

What will you do?

Will you kill them?

Arrest them.

Arresting them isn't enough.

He's telling the truth, Mother.
He wants to help Naima.

He's not like the others.

She's scared for Naima.

Do you know where she is?

She's at our granddad's in St. Henri.
You know the area?

Yes.

That's Redouane, my big brother.

He doesn't smile like that anymore.

Come here.
I have something to show you.

The door's locked,
but it's serious.

Don't you have a skeleton key?

Cops know how to do that?

One is not born a cop, you know.
We grew up on the same streets.

- Will you teach me?
- No way!

I don't want this at my mother's.

Rut it all back.

What's he doing?
Is he crazy?

Hang on!

- Did they do that on purpose?
- What do you think?

Come on.

Let's go.

Granddad!

Granddad!

Who did this?

I don't know.

There were two men.
They smashed my door down.

Who is this?

He wants to help Naima.
Where is she?

She got away.
They didn't get her.

Did you see the men who hit you?

Two men in a big car.
They were French.

The one who hit me wore big rings.

The guy Redouane knows.
The one who shot Serge.

He wears lots of big rings,
like a pimp.

Do you know where
she might have gone?

She mentioned a friend.

She wanted to see him.

His name's Mathias.

Mathias Fabre?

I don't know.

Go home and wait until I call.

I'll need your grandfather
to report the attack, okay?

Stay there and wait for me.

Norine? It's Fabio.

I called home, but there's no answer.
Is Angie with you?

Gone? When?

Did she leave the hotel number?

Give it to me.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

I got stuff on Draoui, boss.

Les Ristoles development?

Shit! How do you know?

I saw his name
in the press at the time.

Draoui's petition pulled the plug
on the building of a parking lot.

They found ruins of Greek temples
or something like that.

By the way, Loubet called.

Mrs. Fabre arrived home
2O minutes ago.

So what?

Just for your information.

Excellent reflexes.
Well done, Loubet!

Yes, but I've been here for hours.

Go on home, I'll take over.

You?

Yes, me.
Is that a problem?

No, absolutely not, boss.

Okay.

Sorry to disturb you so late.

I have some questions
for your husband.

He's not here, Inspector.

He's in Raris.

He'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
Maybe I can help.

- You're sure that...
- I'm sure I'm alone tonight.

And I'd be glad to offer you a drink.

You're allowed to ask me a question.

But only one.

Where's your son, Mathias?

Safe.

With his friend Naima.

You know Naima Hamoudi?

She was in kindergarten
with Mathias.

She's like a sister to him.

Mathias introduced her to Guitou
and gave them the keys to the flat.

Why did you lie?

Because since I left Vietnam
25 years ago...

...I've grown used
to not trusting anyone.

Where are they?

Naima is terrified.

She called Mathias for help
and put her life in my hands.

But I won't tell you where she is.

Not you.

Or anyone else.

What did Naima see?
What did she hear that night?

She wouldn't say.

That's the truth.

Now it's my turn to ask you
a question, okay?

If you like.

Why did you mention my eyes
the other night?

No reason.

You find me attractive?

We said only one question.

Shut the fuck up!

That useless bastard dog!

I don't believe it!

Flaming dog! Bloody hell!

I have news, Montale.
My status as a tourist has changed.

I received an order last night
to start one day early.

In other words, today.

Congratulations.
Can I help you?

Where were you last night?

Sorry?

Where were you last night?

- And you?
- I'm serious, Montale.

Adrien Fabre was found
with his neck broken.

So what?

You were at his house.

What makes you think that?

She had Loubet spill the beans.

In that case, you know my alibi.

Are you totally irresponsible?

Fabio, it's me, Babette.
I've been through Serge's papers.

It makes no sense.
It's mainly in code.

I think half is missing.

Call me back. Take care.

She called five minutes ago.
What is she on about?

If I had a lawyer handy,
I'd only talk in his presence.

Listen, Fabio.

No, you listen, Ressayre.

This is still my case, my team,
and this is my house.

So cool it.

You piss me off, Montale!

You really piss me off!

It doesn't work
with every woman, right?

Think she'll cancel our lunch?

But seriously, what's your game?

Naima's alive.

Mrs. Fabre and her son Mathias
are hiding her.

- She didn't say where.
- Anything else?

Nothing of interest to you, Reyrol.

See you at the office at 1 O: OO, okay?

Sit down there.

- Inspector?
- Yes?

Sorry to interrupt.

Someone is here for you.
Inspector Montale sent him.

It's to report an attack
by a certain Jo�I Balducci.

Hello, sir.

Have you thought about my offer?

What offer?

You know, taking over the bar
and all that.

Are you serious?
I thought you were joking.

I'm extremely serious, Fabio.

I've spent half of my life
in this bar.

It's yours for a token fee
as long as you look after it.

I haven't had time to think about it.

I know. I know.
You don't look like a cafe owner.

But everyone knows you
in Marseilles.

Reople like you, Fabio.

They'll come.

What about you?

I still have a few years left,
God willing.

I'll devote them to Norine.

Fabio!

Call an ambulance!

Ravie.

Serge.

He said if anything happened,
I should go get this file.

And give it to you.

Who shot you, Ravie?

That pig Davor.

Serge hid the file in one of the cars.

It was early this morning.
I thought he'd be asleep.

What day is it?

Sunday, my love.
With you, every day is Sunday.

Just relax.
I'll look after you.

Ravie.

Ravie.

Ravie.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello, Nicole.

Babette, Mr. Montale left something
for you 1 O minutes ago.

I'm listening.

These two are my friends, Davor!

One's dead,
the other's in a coma. Why?

How do I know?

Don't piss me off.

Why did you shoot Ravie?

Why did you shoot Ravie?

Watch where you tread, Montale.

I'm not alone.

You'll be in big trouble.

Listen well.

I don't have all day,
and this place makes me puke.

So tell me something interesting,
or you'll end up in a wheelchair!

Got it?

Stop pissing around.
I work with the cops.

I did what I was told.

I took Serge in and told them
about his movements.

That's all.

Who?

Who did you tell?

Auch.

Inspector Auch.

He told me to watch Serge.

To warn him when he went out.

And see where he hid his papers.

Is that why the ones you gave me
were worthless?

Your colleagues came before you did.

What's going on?

You, don't move!

You say they were wearing
balaclavas?

Yeah.

Were you here because of Serge?

If I said Davor was a dear friend,
you wouldn't believe me.

He's dead, okay?

If he was involved in Serge's death,
then the matter's closed.

So I can go now?

Do what you like, Fabio.

I'll have to call you
as a witness again.

Maybe I'll come by to see you
beforehand, just for fun.

What?

You'll see, we'll end up
becoming buddies.

No. Thanks, Norine.

I left him several messages.

I know he'll call if he has news.

Thanks.

A big kiss for you, too.

Who is that you're kissing?

Norine, Fabio's neighbor.
I told you about her.

Why don't you take a pill
and try to sleep?

You won't make it otherwise.

I'll sleep when I know
what happened to Guitou.

I love you, Angie.

I love you.
You know I do.

Yes, Maxime, I know.

You're not usually like this.

My son doesn't usually disappear.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I should never have raised
my hand on him.

I don't want you
to hold that against me.

It will be all right.

It will be all right.

I'm scared, Fabio.

Talk to me.

Serge had been working for
the Secret Service since last year.

And his investigations
tied in with mine.

On the Mafia?

Serge didn't know
what he had gotten into.

Arms dealing.

And several kids he looked after
were involved.

Kids?

They use young Arabs.
They recruit them in prison.

Thanks to a network of visitors
spreading the word of Allah.

It's garbage, of course.

They enlist young misfits
to their extremist group.

And use them
for attacks and gunrunning.

Like Redouane Hamoudi.

Exactly.

That name comes up several times.

It's all in the file.

Contacts, transactions,

links between the Mafia
and the so-called prison visitors.

Everyone's implicated.
The authorities, the police.

It's pure dynamite.

If this gets out, the entire regional
political structure will collapse.

You can't keep this.
It's too dangerous.

I've worked on this case for three
years without finding any evidence.

I have to keep it.
It might be my lifeline.

And Alex Narni is in charge
of all this?

Yes.

In three years, he's gained stature.

But he has Balducci
do the dirty work.

He's more of an executive.

I brought you
everything I've got on him.

What's the matter?

Is Narni his real name?

No, it's Maxime Delorme.

But he only uses that name
for personal stuff,

for his consultant firm in Gap
and anything legal.

He must have thought Alex Narni
sounded more mafioso.

He has good taste, don't you think?

His wife is beautiful.

Very.

Oh, my God, no!

I have to see him, Fabio.

With my own eyes.

You'll see him later.

Just grab a few things.
We're leaving.

Leaving? Where?

I'll call Maxime.

No!

Don't call anybody.
Especially not Maxime.

But he's my husband.
He has to know.

I have to...

Does the name Alex Narni
ring a bell?

It's the name by which Maxime
is known in the underworld.

Known?

Exactly.

As a professional killer.

Maxime was in Marseilles
the other night to kill Hocine Draoui.

Guitou's body was found
two floors down.

You're totally crazy!

What are you saying?

Believe me or not,
it doesn't matter right now.

But we can't stay here.

I don't understand a thing.

I'm going crazy!

Leave me alone!

Look, Angie.

I don't know who fired, but I do know
that Alex was there when Guitou died.

I swear that's the truth, Angie.

I won't leave you with him.

I'm here, Angie. I'm here.

With you.

I won't leave you.

I won't leave you.

Thank you. Good-bye.

What do you want?

- Are you Jo�I Balducci?
- And who are you?

Captain Reyrol.
And I'm Inspector Ressayre.

- Come with us, please.
- Why?

A report has been filed against you
by Mr. Norredine Hamoudi.

I don't associate
with that kind of people.

- Shall we put these on here?
- Hide them.

Come on, then.

I was hoping you would come.

Go and fetch a coat.

- Where are we going?
- You know very well.

No, Fabio, I can't.

It's me or Inspector Ressayre.

Your choice.

So they killed Hocine Draoui
because of the parking lot?

Adrien tried to warn him,

but Hocine carried on
stirring up the whole region.

Those ruins
meant more than life itself.

Narni and his friends
control everything in the region.

All the major port developments
along the coast.

Without knowing it, Draoui had
blocked a huge financial machine.

Yes, huge.

I don't know how far it goes.

Embezzlement of public funds,
secret party financing.

I only found out a few months ago.
Adrien finally told me everything.

They had him by the throat.

Why did they kill him?

Hocine's death,
the way they killed the boy...

He felt out of his depth.

It was I who told him to talk to them.

I'll have to live with that now.

What will you do?

As a cop, it's too late,

but as a man,
I'll be free to act in a few hours.

And I'll settle all the scores.

You can't fight those people.

All right, Angie?

Fabio, I knew nothing
of Maxime's business.

Rlease believe me.

I believe you.

If it's true, Fabio...

If it's the truth, I want to hear it
from his own mouth.

And then I'll kill him.

I'll kill him with my own hands,
you hear?

I hear you, Angie.

I'm Fabio Montale.
I'm a relative of Guitou.

That's his mother.

Do you know who killed him?

No.

But I heard them say a name.

What name, Naima?

Narni?

Yes.

You see, Naima, you're not
the only one mourning Guitou now.

You both are.

The two women
who loved him the most.

Guitou talked about you all the time.

He was sorry for going off
and not telling you.

Did you see it?

- Did he...?
- No.

He just fell.

I'm sure he didn't suffer.

It's lovely here.

It's my secret garden.

You should all stay here tonight.
Look after them well, okay?

Fabio.

Don't let them kill you, please.

It's not part of my plans.

Oh, it's you.
You scared me.

I've got something that might
scare you more, Auch.

Serge Bondy's papers.

Hidden in Davor's yard.

Enough to dynamite the coast.

Who did you show it to?

Nobody yet.
I wanted to be sure.

Of what?

That you were deep in it.

Give it to me, Montale.

- It seems I have my answer.
- It's not a game!

Give it to me, or I swear
they'll carry you out feet-first.

You seem quite serious.

Stop messing around, Montale.

Serge was on the verge
of taking you all down.

Do you realize your life
is going to be hell?

It will be a breeze compared to yours.

You bastard!

I've had your number
for a long time, Auch.

Now there's no doubt.

You're involved in the executions
of Ugo and Serge.

Want my advice?

Kill me while you have a chance.

Because I won't let you go.

I remember the kind of guy
you were 25 years ago, Auch.

And he would never have shot
anyone in the back.

Honestly, Reyrol,
you think he's going to mess up?

No idea.

All I know is, I'll be there for him
until the end.

They told me about your fiancee.

Leila, yes.

Without Montale,
I would have blown my brains out.

He held my hand for weeks.

Spent every night with me.

He even fought tooth and nail
to keep me on the force

after I went bananas.

I understand.

But you're aware that if he breaks
the law, you'll have to arrest him?

You, perhaps, Inspector.

Not me.

- Good evening, sir.
- Don't mind me.

You know who I am?

We're almost cousins.

Rlease don't insult me.

Dining alone?
No wife, no trusted friend?

Where is she?

Where is Angie?

She knows about her son, Narni.
She knows everything.

Too late, Alex.

There's nothing more
to be said or done.

I must talk to her.

About what?

Let me go.

I must talk to her.

About what, Alex?
I would love to know.

An accident?
Or you had no choice?

You'll have to be convincing.

What do you want?

I still haven't told anyone about
Adrien Fabre and Hocine Draoui.

Everyone is concentrating
on your colleague, Balducci.

So what?

So he'll probably do time for it.
Guys like you always get away.

Say what you've got to say.
This is boring.

I didn't tell them about you
because I'm going to kill you.

I have lots of reasons,
but I'll do it for Angie and Guitou.

As soon as you set foot outside,
I'll be waiting.

And I'll kill you.

Tomorrow, next week.
Maybe in a month.

But I give you my word,
I'm talking to a dead man.

So...

What's it like to kill a 15 year-old
who just lost his virginity?

You know, Alex,
I never liked seeing men die.

But when your turn comes,
I'll be there to watch.

Fabio, it's Babette.
I'm leaving for a while.

My life was threatened again today.

I can't stay in Marseilles.

I'll call you when I land somewhere.

Be very, very careful, please.

I heard you come in, General.

- Are you eating that cold?
- It's almost as good.

Oh, poor thing.

I was thinking earlier, in my car,

you and Fonfon
are the only family I've got left.

That's very touching.

I'm scared for you, Norine.

Something always happens
to anyone who is close to me.

Don't worry.

Fonfon and I know what trouble is.
We're no angels.

Good night, Norine.

Don't stay up too late, Fabio.
Start the day right.

Hey!

You used my first name.

It just slipped out.

Where are you going
at this hour, Redouane?

Redouane!

Later.

Stay home!

Get in the back with your kit.
Lie on the floor and hide.

- What is this shit?
- Listen, chum.

You're here because of Balducci,
and because I have no choice.

I never work with people of your race!

Fuck you!

Do as you're told, dickhead,
or you're dead!

Hurry. I have no time to lose.

Okay, calm down.

There will be a guy in a cottage.

He will hear us
and will come out to see what's up.

As soon as you get an opening,
waste him.

Got that?

- Who is the guy?
- You're not here to ask questions.

But he'll earn you a first-class
ticket to Allah Valhalla!

Don't you think that's funny?

Shit, he's behind us!

He's behind us!
Get a fucking move on!

Go on, kill the bastard!

What the fuck are you doing?
I'll kill you, you raghead bastard!

Shut your face,
or you'll be the one who gets it!

I'd be better off without you!

Here!

You know, Alex,
I never liked seeing men die.

But when your turn comes...

...l'll be there to watch.

- Good-bye, boss.
- We'll miss you.

Thank you.

Cheers!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

So how do you feel?

Glad.

Glad to know you'll be in my office.

You really mean that?

You're an excellent cop, Hel�ne.

How do you know?

Call it intuition.

Your compliments are coming along.

Not too sad, boss?

You'll have to start calling me
something else.

What then?

Try "General," like Norine.

I'm going to be late.
My babysitter will kill me.

That's right. I have a son.

His name's Thomas.
He's seven.

Just one of the many things
you don't know about me.

I'll have time to make that right.

Try to stay alive long enough for us
to get to know one another, okay?

- But I'm not that old.
- That's not what I meant.

But with Alex Narni in a ravine,
Balducci on trial,

and Inspector Auch on the run,
you haven't made many friends.

All right.

By the way, Montale...

I must say, there's something
captivating in your eyes.

I wanted to say farewell, Fabio.

Farewell?

I doubt I'll be strong enough
to see you again.

Not after all this.

What will you do?

Learn to live again.

With no guarantee of success.

I'll always be there for you, Angie.

You were going to call me
with the lab results.

Well, Fabio...

Was it Maxime's gun
that killed my little boy?

How could such a beautiful place
produce so much...?

That's Marseilles, Ang�le.

Don't call me that.

Ang�le, Ang�le, come here!

Ang�le, Ang�le, look!

Hey, Ang�le! Come here!

Fabio!

That's Marseilles.