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Are you scared?

I've always hated thunder.

Ever since I was small.

But you're big now.

You like it?

Truly?

It's the best present I've ever had, Gianni.

My best present...

...is you.

Quiet, you bunch of savages!

I have something interesting to say!

If you had ever said anything interesting, we'd know about it!

I want to thank those who have been coming here for 3O years.

Despite the hard chairs, slow service,

and whiny boss!

And even though it won't be called "Chez Fonfon,"

this beacon of Marseilles culture will not close.

It's still top secret,

but someone you know will be the new owner

and commander in chief!

Talk about a secret!

As I was saying to you, my dad...

Montale.

Babette?

What's up? Everyone's waiting for you.

I decided to stay after all.

I'm still in Rome.

Oh, right!

What's his name again? Giovanni?

Gianni, as you very well know.

His trial will last until next week, and he wanted me to stay.

He's the one, then?

Babette?

Okay, okay.

- Babette? - You were saying?

I was saying, "He's the one, then?"

Maybe.

Look, give Fonfon a big kiss from me. And good luck with your new career.

Yes, who would have thought?

Marseilles bar owner. Like a Ragnol novel.

I tend to see you as Bogart in Casablanca.

When are you coming back?

Babette, can you hear me?

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

- Going already? - Yes. Thomas is exhausted.

Thanks for coming.

Who is this?

Fabio. I introduced you earlier.

The one who was in the same office as you before.

He's not that handsome.

That's children for you. They repeat everything we say.

- That's not true. - That's not true.

See? You repeated what I said!

Safe trip home.

- Bye. - Good night.

That's what you need, now.

What, a little boy?

Not the boy, idiot. A woman like her.

- Her? She's a cop. - So what?

Excuse me.

Hello. I'm Sonia. I'm a friend of Georges.

I saw you talking to Fabio Montale, and I...

You'll think I'm silly, but are you two together?

Not that I know of.

Anyway, he looks pretty well taken care of.

- Sorry. - No problem.

Have a good night.

What did the girl want?

Don't say "girl." Say "lady."

- She wanted what all ladies want. - What's that?

Kisses!

You're heavy.

Buckle up and go to sleep, with more kisses!

Babette, it's me.

I know you're in Rome, but call me and tell me you're okay,

even if it's late.

Early, you mean.

It's past 5:OO.

Do I know you?

I came with Georges.

You didn't leave with him.

Very observant.

Thirty years as a cop, I learned a few things.

So is this your first time?

Sorry?

The first time you're closing up, I mean.

Oh, yes!

The very first time.

And it makes you nervous?

Let's say it's more unexpected than I thought.

I must tell you, Fabio Montale.

I'm a little drunk,

and when I'm a little drunk, I sometimes say silly things.

Things you don't think?

No. Things I shouldn't be thinking about.

You know my name, but I...

Sonia.

Sonia Bertone.

Didn't you see the others go?

Yes. I am not that drunk.

No, I think I wanted to be alone.

Then I'm in the way.

Alone with you.

What are you thinking right now?

I think...

You know the first thing I look at in a woman?

You'll make me blush.

The base of the neck.

The little hollow just there.

And yours, I must say, is as close to perfection as possible.

- Sonia? - Bertone.

Either it got light very quickly or I'm tired.

I'm not usually like this.

Shame.

Well, I can be like this. It depends.

- I'll take that as a compliment. - You may!

That's the alcohol. It helps let the real you out.

The thing is, you can't take advantage...

Of the real you, I mean.

- Is it far? - It's just here.

Rlease don't mind the mess.

I'll give you time to tidy up.

Rardon?

You deserve better than a morning after.

Much better.

Really?

- Tomorrow? - Afternoon?

I'll find my own way.

What if you don't like me when I'm sober?

Then never sober up.

What will you call your bar?

Le Solea.

Like the Miles Davis tune.

I'm sure we're going to get along.

That's very possible.

Le Solea is very pretty.

Coffee!

Yes.

Thank you, dear.

You are in a suspiciously good mood this morning.

I dreamed I met a wonderful girl last night.

Beautiful, funny, in love.

Mavros' friend!

I knew it! You like her?

Does that bother you?

She's beautiful.

But...

The little inspector is absolutely gorgeous.

You make such a lovely couple! What are you waiting for?

Thank you for the coffee, Norine.

It's a little childish to run off in mid-conversation.

What's her name?

Sonia!

Sonia's nice, too.

Sonia?

Sonia?

Sonia?

Sonia?

Not a pretty sight, huh?

Even professionals can't avoid leaving a mess.

And what a fighter!

I thought we'd never get rid of her.

A real wildcat.

Must not have been keen on dying.

Who is this?

Sonia Bertone is your first warning.

The one we want is that shit-stirrer, your pal Babette DeMetz.

You wouldn't know where to find her?

Babette? What do you...?

She's in the bathroom.

Reyrol, call the squad.

What happened?

We had a date this morning, and I found her like that.

When did you last see her alive?

Last night.

Well, early this morning between 5:OO and 6:OO.

Did she tell you anything? Did she feel threatened?

Not that I know of.

Okay, boss?

I meant...

I was asking if...

I'm fine, Reyrol.

Where are you going?

For a breath of air. Is that a problem?

I still have some questions.

Look, I met a girl I liked. Something happened between us.

I left her alive and lovely and found her with her throat cut.

End of report.

It's all right, Inspector.

He'll be back.

Go on, then! Speed it up!

Go on! Speed it up!

Very good.

Keep going. Speed it up.

When I met her, she was going out with a guy,

a middleweight who came to train here now and then.

Sonia was a funny girl.

She was never happy.

All the guys she met were idiots.

Can you explain that, Fabio?

Beautiful, intelligent, and only idiots.

Did she have any family?

I don't think so.

She never mentioned any.

What bastard did that, Fabio?

Everyone liked her.

I took her to Fonfon's to introduce you.

I thought you two would get along.

You thought right.

Remember?

- Go on, go on! - Go on, Fabio!

Come on, Fabio!

Go on, Fabio!

You wanted to fight to a knockout.

I said the first on the canvas lost.

- High stakes. - She was a tease!

I knew that, but you'd fall in love every other day.

Stop staring, boy. Come here. Rut this on.

Countdown!

Come on, Fabio!

- Come on, Fabio! - Let's go, Fabio!

You had your revenge, though.

A week later, her brothers beat me up

for trying to grope her in my dad's car.

What was her name again?

That's what I was wondering.

Yep. Memory is a funny thing.

Hello, you've reached Babette DeMetz.

I'm not in, but if you leave a message at the beep,

I'll call back.

What game are you playing, Montale?

You really think you have time to waste?

Excuse me!

- Are you Mr. Montale? - Yes.

A gentleman asked me to give you this.

What did he look like?

He wore sunglasses and had a damaged face.

- Damaged in what way? - Rather...

Like he'd been burned.

- When did he give you this? - A minute ago.

Lawyer Gianni Simeone dies in a criminal car explosion

You meet a woman.

The next day, she is found dead.

And that's a coincidence?

I'd believe it with anyone else but you.

It's not the first time I've seen a throat cut like that.

It's a Mafia ritual killing to settle scores.

Sonia Bertone had no record and no ties to organized crime.

She worked in a clothing store. Hardly the profile of a target.

What exactly do you want from me?

The truth.

It's urgent, Inspector.

Seriously, boss, if you know anything...

She can be trusted. Inspector Ressayre, I mean.

I understood.

We have an emergency.

Montale, you're coming with us.

I think you've forgotten one detail, Inspector Ressayre.

I don't belong to your corporation anymore.

Sonia Bertone came to Fonfon's with your friend Georges Mavros,

didn't she?

He's just been found murdered on the ring of his training gym.

Have you known him for long?

Always.

Reyrol and I will be here for a while.

I'll meet you in two hours at Calanque d'Ensu�s, okay?

- What for? - Why?

Because you need to talk to someone. It might as well be me.

That's nice, but...

It's that or custody.

Which do you prefer?

Anna was her name.

I just remembered. Anna.

Memory is a funny thing.

It will carry on like that until they're all gone.

- Okay, I got the message. - Sure?

You'll find one more each day if I don't get a result.

You have lots of friends, Montale. This could take a while.

What about Babette DeMetz?

Who's that tart, compared to everyone around you who will die?

You better hurry up. Bring the bitch to us.

She has items we wish to recover.

What do they want from you?

They're after you. What do they want?

Babette's documents on the Mafia?

- That's ancient history. - Ancient?

When she has enough to bring down

half the cops and elected officials on the entire coast?

If I were you, I'd just round up the usual suspects, Inspector.

But you're not me. Not anymore.

And that is certainly not what you would have done, right?

Have you chosen yet?

Goatfish for two and a bottle of white.

No fish for me, thanks.

Very well, sir.

You're mad to take on the Mafia alone, especially on an empty stomach.

Why won't you tell me anything?

Don't you trust me?

It's not a matter of trust.

Of course, it's a matter of trust.

Everyone loves you, Fabio Montale. Everyone respects you.

You're surrounded by people who want to look after you.

Yet you're alone, terribly alone.

Reople who can't trust others always end up alone.

Who contacted you, Fabio?

A man. Always the same.

He sounds like he knows me.

I don't want to involve you in this.

But I am involved! It's what I do for a living!

They killed Sonia Bertone and Mavros just to warn me.

You think they'd think twice about targeting you and your child?

What am I supposed to do, then?

Rretend we never had this conversation?

- Just quietly close the case? - It's the best way.

The less she knows, the less she can tell?

Think what you like.

Boss?

Are you okay?

Is something wrong?

I need a weapon, Thierry.

What?

You heard me.

A weapon?

I can't do that, boss. You can't ask me that.

Listen, there are plenty of ways to get a gun in Marseilles.

I'd rather get it from a friend.

I am indebted to you, I know.

You owe me nothing, Thierry.

I owe you my life.

And the fact that I'm still a cop. Sorry, that's not nothing.

It's clean.

No number, no record, untraceable.

What are you doing with this thing?

A week after we buried Leila, I was crying out in my sleep.

I thought I'd visit Captain Morvan at the prison hospital.

Then he decided to jump out the window...

Or to get pushed out.

You swore you were doing better.

I lied.

Thanks.

Mr. Montale! You scared me.

- Babette isn't here, if you're... - I know.

I need you, Nicole. Babette does too.

You're used to booking her planes and hotels.

You know her habits, her friends. Where could she have gone?

I've already called everyone, as you can imagine.

Unless they're lying, she's nowhere.

Here are her most recent messages. The week she left.

See if there's a link with her book, her work or her articles on the Mafia.

These three are private.

One's from you, in fact.

This one is a local number.

The other is Bruno Jarry.

Yes, he's a former photographer, one of her old friends.

He lives in a barn in the Gard.

Babette hadn't spoken to him in ages. She was so glad he called.

- What's the connection? - Rrobably none.

- Mr. Montale? - Yes?

Will you help her?

For now, I need her more than she needs me.

By the way, Nicole. Do you have any vacation time to take?

Yes, a few days. Why?

Take them tomorrow, okay?

Go ahead.

Mr. Jarry?

My name is Fabio Montale. I'm a friend of Babette DeMetz.

I must talk to her. It's a matter of life and death.

Why call me?

Because I know Babette,

and if she had to hide somewhere, she'd go to you.

Look, I don't know what you're on about, Mr...

All I know is you want to see Babette, and I haven't seen her for years.

- Mr. Jarry, I must... - Good luck.

Hello?

Rrick!

- Who was it? - Your friend, Fabio Montale.

How did he trace you?

It's his job.

Can I help you, sir?

Reople do get lost around here.

We know our way, but it's not obvious to everyone.

Where did you want to go?

Where am I going?

Let's say Rointe Rouge.

Oh, you're nowhere near!

Fonfon!

This gentleman's going to Rointe Rouge!

Tell him the way.

With my sense of direction, he'll end up in Lyons.

If you have a map, I'll show you.

It's all right.

You can't ask us to disappear without telling us why! It's crazy!

Just for a few days, a week maybe.

Why, for God's sake?

Mavros wasn't killed by burglars.

- His throat was cut. - Oh, my God!

It was a message to me.

What are you on about?

The young lady the other night, Sonia.

- They killed her, too. - Oh, Lord!

What have you gotten into now?

Listen. I need to be free to act if I want to get out of this.

With you in danger, I'm vulnerable.

I can take care of myself.

I know, but you're all I have.

You're my friends, my...

- My only family. - Don't say that.

It's the truth.

If something happened to you, I'd...

I can't risk that. You understand?

You won't tell us more?

We'll go, Fabio. Don't worry.

Thanks, Norine.

It won't take long. You have my word.

Shit, I don't like this.

Me neither, Fonfon.

Look.

It's silly to say this, but...

I will be careful. I promise.

Fabio!

Fabio!

Some guy came by earlier. Well, two of them.

The driver stayed near the car.

- Who was it? - Never seen him before.

He claimed he was lost. When I offered to help, he ran off.

What did he look like?

He had sunglasses on. And his skin was wrinkled, like...

- Like he'd been burned? - That's right.

- Was that your guy? - That's him.

- I want you to go right away. - We'll go, I promise.

Don't let her out of your sight for a second!

Go on!

The caretaker identified him.

I showed her a dozen photos of clients

with burns, scars, and birthmarks on the face.

Here.

She didn't hesitate.

Stan Korvacs.

On the run since that armored car attack in 1994.

He hasn't been around here since.

- Any family in Marseilles? - His mother lives at La Joliette.

What will you do?

Your work stops here, Thierry. I don't want you mixed up in this.

Isn't it too late for that?

You know you could lose your job?

Between losing the job and losing you, I won't hesitate, boss.

I'll call the moment I find something.

It may be enough to arrest Korvacs.

- I'll tell Inspector Ressayre and... - And what?

They'll just send another. Ten others.

Korvacs will fall for robbery.

He won't confess for Mavros and Sonia.

Leave it to me, Thierry.

Let me find a way.

Montale, stay where you are! Hands up!

You, me, and a body.

Doesn't that seem familiar?

- Do you always go out with this? - Only recently.

- What are you doing here? - We traced it to Korvacs, too.

And we were too late as well.

Who do you think did this?

No idea, but he has my eternal gratitude.

- For wasting him? - No, so I don't have to do it.

Sylvie.

Can you leave me alone a moment?

- Hello? - Fabio, it's me.

Babette, how are you?

I'm alive, that's about it.

They killed Mavros, they killed an innocent woman,

and they'll carry on until I bring you back to Marseilles.

Mavros?

- My God! - Listen to me.

They want the floppy disks, the research for your book,

Serge's file, and the list of names.

If not, the killing continues.

So I should just give it to them?

Then what happens?

You have to return to Marseilles. I'll talk to them, work something out.

Work something out? Are you crazy, Fabio?

They murdered Gianni in front of me!

He burned in his car! If you could smell that...!

I still smell it everywhere!

- Only I can help you. - You're already dead, Fabio!

You're already dead! Don't you get it?

All right.

At least, give me the disks and the file.

And what about me?

What about you? Fuck, Babette!

You can't be like this. You're not alone in this shit!

You'd let innocent people die?

Can you sleep, eat, and fuck in peace,

knowing that, one by one, day after day,

everyone I love will be slaughtered?

Answer me!

Babette!

I have to leave, Bruno, quick.

You want me to take you?

Yes, please.

Get your things. I'll see to the car. We'll go tonight.

Bruno, a car!

Bruno!

Check inside.

She must have hidden in the house.

Make sure we find her this time!

Burn the lot! We're not leaving without her!

Where is that slut?

Hello, you've reached Fabio Montale. Leave me a message. I'll call back.

Fabio! Fabio, are you there?

I'm here!

Fabio, they found me!

They found me!

They killed Bruno and his wife!

What should I do?

Did you call anyone else?

No, nobody.

You have to come for me.

Quiet! My phone is bugged.

How else could they find you?

Call me at Norine's in five minutes, okay?

Okay, okay.

- It's me. - What do I do?

Rent a car, come to Marseilles, and go to Thierry Reyrol's.

- We went there for dinner last month. - I remember.

Got the disks?

- No, they're in a safe at my bank. - Be quick.

Next time knock, unless you want your head blown off!

What are you doing here?

I sent Norine to her sister's.

I came back.

Oh, no.

Shit, no, Fonfon!

I've never run from anyone, and I'm not starting now.

I won't leave you alone, whether you like it or not.

My phone has been bugged.

They knew everything I did or said from the beginning.

Who did that?

- Who do you think? - I don't know.

Who taps phones?

- The cops? - Dead right!

What did you do?

- But... - Who tapped my phone, Ressayre?

- I don't know what you mean! - Don't lie!

Stop shouting!

I had no idea your phone was bugged.

Believe me or not.

It's about Babette DeMetz, isn't it?

They're after her!

Yes, obviously!

She knew that Roman lawyer who was killed the other night.

They want you to bring her in.

You're a good cop, Hel�ne.

I always thought so.

But you won't say any more.

No.

Very well.

It's a Ionely road you're taking.

And you know what's at the end.

Yes, I know.

Was that you shouting?

It was me, mainly.

I'm sorry I woke you up, Thomas.

What's your name again?

Fabio.

The not very handsome one, remember?

A bit.

Time for sleep.

Is he your lover?

No! Not at all!

Not at all.

- Do you have a girlfriend? - Not right now.

We haven't lived here long.

I'm sure you'll do all right.

Good night, darling.

Sleep tight.

Go on.

Hey.

Can I tell you something?

What's up?

Why did you shout earlier? Were you angry at Mommy?

Not at all.

I shouted because...

You felt resentful?

That's right.

Mommy doesn't know anyone either. She has no friends.

And?

You should be her boyfriend.

You'd be less worried about her then, right?

Right. So will you?

I'll be her friend.

And yours, too, if you like.

Until you make new friends in Marseilles, okay?

Sweet dreams, Thomas.

Thank you.

For what?

For Thomas.

I think he's missing his dad a lot.

He died.

It will be two years in June.

Was he a cop too?

No.

I was careful not to fall in love with a cop

so I'd keep him longer.

Some bastard plowed into him 2OO meters from home.

I won't let them kill you, Fabio.

Rlease stay away from me, Hel�ne.

I mean it.

I won't let them.

Go ahead.

- Any news of Babette? - Still nothing.

I left my keys with the concierge in case she arrives.

Hello, Inspector.

Who do you think killed Korvacs?

The same people who sent him to Marseilles.

Why?

Because I had identified him. Hel�ne Ressayre, too.

Suddenly, he was a liability.

By the way, are you computer savvy?

Yes.

You know how to make information accessible to anyone on the Internet?

Create a website, yes. Why?

Just so I know.

What's that look?

I don't know.

It's almost as if you found all this banal.

You don't seem at all scared.

Scared?

I've been scared for 3O years, Reyrol.

A cop like me, working here in Marseilles.

I don't know how or why I lasted this long.

And now it all comes down on you.

I don't have time to be scared.

- Have you decided? - Rasta with pistou.

Two pistou, okay.

Anything else?

I need to know something, Loubet.

Go ahead.

You worked with Montale for a long time.

How long exactly?

Five years.

Indeed.

How do I know I can trust you?

I have a wife and children to feed, Inspector.

My job is to obey my superior officer.

That's you.

What if one day, I gave you the order to arrest Fabio Montale?

I would obey.

Thinking of my wife and children.

And I'd learn not to look at myself in mirrors...

...for a while.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That's all I wanted to know.

That way.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yes.

- Have you been here long? - Where is Fabio?

He's got the police on his tail, and God knows who else.

- He'll come when he can, okay? - Okay.

In the meantime, you're safe here.

I was so scared!

Still nothing?

Call your bank and sign a letter giving Thierry access to your safe.

- No, don't give them everything. - We won't.

- Leave it to me. - What if they won't negotiate?

What if they just put a contract out on you both?

That's possible.

But Babette escaped twice,

and they know our only weapon is the disks.

We have nothing to lose.

If I were them, I'd negociate. Seriously, this time.

I'm going home.

For what?

To wait for their next move.

So rest, get your strength back, and above all, don't venture out.

Got that?

And you, call me when you're done with the bank.

Fabio.

Are we going to die?

One day, yes.

I'm not in the mood for jokes. Tell me the truth.

I have no idea, Babette.

And you know what?

I feel so sick right now that I don't give a shit.

It's okay, Loubet. You lost him. That's how it goes.

No, forget Montale. I'll deal with him.

From now on, you stick to Reyrol like glue, okay?

Hey!

He's waiting on the sea wall.

It's a lovely spot. You could watch the sea for hours.

Watch away.

- Is that your boat? - Yes.

You must be surprised to see me.

Not really.

I've been out of France for months, as you can imagine.

Coming back to Marseilles is very risky for me.

But as I've known you for a long time,

I was asked to be a go-between in a rather tricky transaction.

Don't get me wrong, but things are always tricky with you.

I'm here to offer you a deal, Fabio.

It's simple and, in my humble opinion, honest for all parties.

I'm listening.

First of all, do you know where Babette DeMetz is?

Maybe.

Then persuade her to give up all the originals.

We'll meet as a committee. Me, a trusted man, DeMetz and you.

And once the stuff is checked, we can all go home.

As easy as that.

You're known in Marseilles, Fabio.

Your death would be bad publicity.

Your friend knew where her stupid investigation would lead.

She'll get what's coming one day. You can't risk everything for her.

What guarantee do I have?

My word.

Sorry, but I need more than that, Auch.

You know what's at stake?

All the names, connections, exact amounts of payoffs,

proof of police and political corruption at the highest level.

Yes, I know.

Everything, Montale.

The whole system dissected.

Every cog in the machine.

You think they'd hesitate between these documents

and an ex-cop and a journalist with one foot in the grave?

I know what you think of me, Montale.

I've always known.

I just wanted to say that...

It's stupid that we've ended up here.

Okay, you think it's stupid.

If I can do anything to help you and your friend, I will.

Any reason why?

Because of a 25-year-old cop who believed in lots of things.

Who could have become Fabio Montale.

And who only managed to become Rhilippe Auch.

I love what you bought for me.

Just right. It's all exactly my size.

You're perfect, Thierry.

That's what Fabio always said.

He said that?

Yes.

Maybe not those exact words.

I was going to say.

Why do you take so many risks?

Out of friendship for Fabio?

Or because everyone thinks justice must triumph?

When I began working with Montale in CID, he taught me something.

To pretend that what we do is important.

To pretend that we make a difference.

When you start to believe in it...

...that's when it becomes dangerous.

Believe in it, huh?

Just like I believed in it?

A lot of people have died because of me,

and now you're risking your life.

Don't worry about me.

Since Leila died my life hasn't been worth much.

It's funny.

I planned it all out in my head

when you decided to take your father's house.

"We'll be neighbors," I thought.

Me and Norine.

Fabio, 5O meters away.

We'll go fishing together.

It will be peaceful.

Then if he takes over the bar, I'll go for a drink at my own table.

It's a nice story.

Fonfon! Fonfon!

Hello, Inspector!

What a nice surprise!

Did you come to share our meager fare?

Norine isn't here?

No, she's visiting relatives.

She has family problems.

You can't be too careful, right?

Won't you sit down?

No, I just came to say that...

I'm offering my help again.

I think I can manage, Hel�ne. But thank you.

Rhilippe Auch is nothing but a pawn. You know that.

Anything he promised you carries no weight.

Are you spying on me?

Just doing my job.

Stay back. If you're seen around me...

So you're not interested in my offer, then?

Sorry.

Go after her, you fool! Honestly, you drive me nuts!

It's my problem.

Your problem is your left foot doesn't trust your right foot!

That's your problem!

She offers you friendship, and you...!

You're spoiling my appetite!

Hel�ne!

- Are you cold? - A little, yes.

Can I offer you a drink?

Who are you asking?

The woman or the inspector?

The friend or the enemy?

Let's say all of them.

I didn't have time to tell you, but...

I raised hell about your phone being tapped.

And about not being told.

And what did they say?

Nothing special.

They listened. They recorded my complaint.

Then this afternoon, they took me off the case.

Shame.

What?

That we spend so little time together.

But the night is young.

I don't mean tonight.

I know.

I was born here.

I know the rules. I can spot the traps.

Times have changed, Fabio. There are no more rules.

I should be going.

That sounds sensible.

I think I can manage to live with remorse,

but not with regrets.

We're closed!

It's me, Fonfon! Hel�ne Ressayre!

If you're looking for Fabio, he's not here.

Since I gave him the bar, I've spent more time here than him.

I came to see you.

Don't take it the wrong way, but you look like an inspector.

But I'm not here as an inspector.

I know nothing about his business. He lives his life.

You know enough to have sent Norine away.

Why don't you leave Fabio alone?

Because he'll die, and I don't want him to.

What about you?

If you know anything about his plans, tell me.

These people do not negociate.

He'll think I betrayed him.

As long as he's still alive.

True.

- I'm here to take over. - Really?

- I see you already know. - Know what?

I'm off the case.

- Then why are you here? - That's my problem.

Go back home and take a shower. You definitely need one.

I'm on your side, Inspector.

Don't be silly. I have no idea where this might lead.

I don't want to be responsible for you.

I'm a big boy.

And the big boy wants to stay with you.

- But why? - Because.

You're alone.

And there's Montale and Thierry.

By the way, what's your first name?

I never use it.

My friends call me Loubet. Others call me Lieutenant.

What about your wife?

Depends on her mood.

Thank you.

Checking on Loubet?

He hasn't budged.

I don't know how we'll get rid of him.

Auch called earlier.

We're to meet tomorrow at dawn on Green Island.

And you trust him?

You don't seem sure.

He insisted Babette should hand over the disks in person.

As you know, that creek is only accessible by boat.

So if they've decided to trap you...?

We'll have nowhere to go.

There's no way you're coming, of course.

Do I have any choice?

Do I spend my whole life hiding in a series of safe houses?

Until the day when I relax a little bit,

in a month or in a year,

and two guys on a motorcycle finish the job in broad daylight?

We're going, Fabio.

And we'll give them what they want.

No way.

Then I'll go myself! I'll swim there if I have to!

This is my life!

Or my death, probably.

But it's my problem.

Go ahead.

Shit!

What do we do?

I follow him, and you stay here?

There's no point following him now.

You concentrate on Reyrol.

I'll see you in an hour.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Babette!

Babette!

Babette, it's time to get up!

I drove slowly, stopped a few times,

but nothing, no trace of Loubet.

You think Inspector Ressayre gave up?

Me neither.

Right, we'll be there in 1 O minutes.

Remember?

You once promised me a trip in your boat, just the two of us.

- I didn't imagine it like this. - Me neither.

It's odd, I'm not frightened now.

Brave people are scared before and after, never during.

You think I'm brave?

More than brave.

It's ready!

If anything happens to me...

- Nothing will happen to anyone. - Let me finish.

I want you to know,

I'm deeply sorry for what I've put you through.

And I want you to know,

you're one of the most important people in my life.

It's all in there, I imagine.

Everything.

Six years of work.

May I?

Is he armed?

Of course he is.

Me too, in fact.

Why? Aren't you?

Aren't you checking?

I'm truly sorry, Fabio.

But there's been a change of plan.

What kind of change, Rhilippe?

You go home quietly.

She stays with us.

If things go bad, leave Auch to me,

and you take the guy behind Montale, okay?

Come on, let's get closer.

Well, that's fine, because I made a small change, too.

Really?

The content of the disks is now on a website,

and if anything happens to Babette or me,

the site will be made accessible by a simple click of the mouse.

That's called progress.

You didn't do that.

You really thought I would trust you?

You're bluffing.

Let's see if you'll take that chance.

Well, Rhilippe?

Get down!

Hel�ne!

Boss! Come quick!

Come here!

I told you I wouldn't let them.

Don't talk.

Don't say anything.

Don't say anything.

Thomas!

Thomas!

Babette!

Babette!

Babette!

Let us pray for Hel�ne Ressayre, our friend and the mother of Thomas.

May the God of Hope give you abundant peace in faith,

and may the Lord always be with you and in your soul.

We are gathered here to provide love and friendship

to those who are suffering.

To declare together that these bonds of affection

that we weave throughout our lives

do not end when death comes.

We are gathered here to pray,

to hear the word of God,

and to celebrate the Eucharist.

It is to remind us that God remembers everything great, fine, and true

in Hel�ne's life.

Lord, we mourn Hel�ne and the brutal nature of her death.

May Your love help us accept what our hearts cannot comprehend.

You have called her to Your side for many centuries to come.

Rlaces!

If you don't put the file on the Web, they won't do anything.

But still.

You can't be too careful.

It is difficult for us to understand, Lord, that one can die so young,

their life shattered as it was blossoming.

Are those You gave life to still in Your hands when they die?

Welcome our friend Hel�ne in Your house like a father.

Fabio.

Is it true what Norine says, that you'll look after me now?

It's what your mommy wanted.

Do you want to look after me?

Of course.

Who wouldn't?

Fabio, where do we go when we die?

I don't know.

I thought you knew everything.

You'll find out that's not quite true.

Fabio, will you die, too?

- Not while you need me, okay? - Okay.