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Season 3

Let's go!

Odessa

I need a time, Eddy.

I love you.

I love you.

Hello?

Right.

- How about a coffee? - Forget it.

A 4x4 just got shot to pieces by the Arc de Triomphe.

If I've understood, you're asking to see Roland Vogel's family record book

to check if there's a family member you might contact?

That's right, yes.

But the police already have a file containing this Information.

I've looked for it, but it's gone missing.

There was a fire in the archives.

The city hall's archive unit takes better care than yours, clearly.

That's great news. It means you�ll be able get me a copy

- of Vogel's family record book. - It doesn't work like that.

Are you familiar with the expression.

"Interference with a judicial proceeding"?

Listen. We do things by the book here.

Bring me a request from the Prosecutor, and l'll be able to help.

I hope that's the case. Because I will be back.

Roland? This is Adrian Lortihois, city hall.

Call me when you get this message.

It's urgent.

What's the story?

The car was armoured from top to bottom.

Whoever was in it walked away alive. Witnesses saw him go to the metro.

Who owns the car?

Levani Jordania, Vissarionovitch's adopted son.

I thought there would be no war before Vissarionovitch died.

He must have kicked the bucket.

Let's pay the Vissarionovitch's a visit.

- That's not a good idea. - Believe me, it could be worse.

- Are you coming? - You won't need me.

Jordania is fluent in French.

The man was seen walking calmly from his vehicle

and entering a nearby metro station after his attackers had fled.

Cartridge cases litter the nearby pavements....

- Well? - Vissarionovitch died last night.

And his bastard got the message.

You knew it was an armoured car, so why send me to machine gun it?

Only dogs attack with no warning.

I'm not a dog. I'm giving him a warning.

Our friend Viktor has heard that the boss is dead.

His sons will be on the next flight to Paris.

Are you okay, Rox?

- Do you mind if I go home? - Of course not, you do that.

- Want a lift? - No, I'll take a taxi.

I'll call you.

Hello, gentlemen. We're police.

- Is Levani Jordania in? - And l'm Father Christmas.

What�s he saying?

Come on, young man.

Hello. l'm Captain Caplan, police department 92.

We'd like to talk to Mr. Levani Jordania.

Hello l'm Levani Jordania. How can I help you?

If you don�t mind coming with us, we'll tell you at the station.

Certainly. Just a minute.

I'm goin with them. Everything's fine.

Come on then.

Let's go.

Who are you?

This morning, we found you full of bullet holes.

Yes, Lieutenant Delgado?

It's about Vanderbeke.

You were there.

Go on.

CCTV shows you at the scene, entering a metro station.

Very well. Okay.

Why have you come looking for me.

Shouldn't you be looking for my attackers?

Sit down.

Do you have no idea who tried to kill you today?

- No. - Mikhail Pavlovitch, for example?

You've clearly done your research.

So I expect you know that Mr. Pavlovitch and I

are not friends.

Rivals, perhaps. But not to the extent of killing each other.

You're both in the vory v zakone brotherhood,

a criminal organisation led by your adoptive father.

He was never the godfather of a criminal organisation.

He was the guardian of a philosophy. Crime has never entered into it.

Talk to us, Jordania... Talk.

You got your criminal record off the mark when you were thirteen.

It's a record as thick as the Bible.

But I didn't find anything in it preaching love for your neighbour.

Just like the Bible, it�s a question of interpretation.

You're Caplan, right?

A few weeks ago,

your team held up a cocaine shipment for a gangster.

Luckily, my men intercepted the poison and got rid of it.

So let me ask you and your police colleagues,

does holding up this shipment make you complicit in drug trafficking?

And does the fact that I flushed it down the toilet

make an honest citizen of me?

You're a condemned man.

Like Cicero, l'm a philosopher.

A philosopher's life is spent in preparation for death.

- Cicero was murdered. - Without even defending himself.

We are drastically different in that respect.

- Is that everything? - For now, yes.

What do you want?

All I can say is, if you try anything, l'll kill you.

- What have I done to you? - Have you finished?

I need to use the toilet.

You held up the shipment for Paradjanov.

Why you did that is none of my business.

But why would the Armenian get involved in drug trafficking?

In any case, Jordania has trashed the goods.

Paradjanov must have passed them on to him.

- The Armenian has chosen sides. - If that were so,

Pavlovitch would not have dared attack Jordania.

- And today he would have died. - Bloody hell...

I'm totally lost.

He must have felt safe to attack Jordania.

Talking to Paradjanov will give me a clearer picture.

With the big boss dead, how long before it kicks off?

The corpse will be on show, and then it'll be flown to Georgia.

That gives us 24 hours.

There's sure to be a weepy get-together somewhere.

Find the funeral parlour, Andreas.

Everything will be okay.

I've arranged for the vigil before the body's return home.

Will you accompany it with your son?

I'll send a hearse at the end of the day

to collect your father's body and prepare it for the vigil.

Thank you.

There's nothing to thank me for.

Call me if you need anything.

Anything at all.

Be strong.

Shit. I'm not getting through.

Bloody network.

Hello, Adrien?

This is Roland. I got your message.

Call me back when you get this.

When the target's down...

...this place will be swarming with vors.

Wait here for me.

Take care.

You too.

We have a visitor.

Eddy Caplan, the magician!

Last time we met, you were on the run. Now you�re a cop again!

You're not just a simple fraudster, are you, Atom?

- What do you want? - Your boss is dead.

His son Levani Jordania was shot at in his car today.

lossif Vissarionovitch was not my boss.

He was like a father to me, and to all of us.

As for Jordania that�s an occupational hazard.

You don�t seem very close to him.

Yet you gave him the coke I intercepted for you.

You didn't intercept it for me,

but to pay for Bambesi's delivery. Remember?

It's crazy, a cop intercepting drugs for a crook like me!

What do you guys do apart from whine away, sucking off your informers?

You'll soon see, if your brotherhood goes to war.

When did France last win a war, Rafael?

With or without the Americans?

Caplan, I'm Armenian.

I�m also vor v zakone.

Your stupidity has left Wachewski dead.

Who's next? The girl? The family man? I hope not.

Here�s my advice, Caplan. In case of war, stay well away.

Eddy...

- Your request has been turned down. - How come?

The Prosecutor deems the investigation unnecessary

because of the attempt made on Vogel's life.

If he's victim, why's he hiding like a culprit?

He's still around but his lawyer says he's hiding out of fear.

That's understandable.

He�s prepared to attend any summons, if required to do so.

Vogel's traumatised? Whatever. This case stinks.

Lortihois at city hall is dodgy, too.

Paranoia can be a handicap you know, Fargette.

If you can't find anything concrete to present to the Prosecutor,

we're dealing with pure speculation.

Yeah. Right.

Close the door behind you.

- Hello - This is Andreas.

How did it go with Paradjanov?

The Armenian has plumped for Pavlovitch.

- Why do you say that? - His cool reaction to the shooting,

and reference to "occupational hazards". It was clear.

- Jordanian got no chance, then. - We�ll have to see how it plays out.

Have you found the address of the vigil?

I've got the addresses of various funeral parlours.

I think I've found the one we want.

Text me the address. I'm on my way with Walter.

What are you thinking?

I need another pair of ears.

- Hello. - Lieutenant Delgado?

This s Mr. Grandval. Prosecutor Vanderbeke's lawyer.

My client has asked me to give you the contact details of Erica Vogel.

- Do you have a pen and paper? - Just a second.

Go on.

Just a minute.

- Have you seen Zourab? - Yes.

He's looking after the formalities.

After the vigil, Darius and I will go on the same plane as father.

When you're back in Georgia, stay there

until I've sorted out a few things here in France.

What things?

The war you're about to declare on Pavlovitch?

What will happen to Darius and me?

Your father made provisions You'll want for nothing.

l'm not talking money, you idiot.

l'm talking about your life.

- Our life, us! - There can't be an "us".

It's impossible. You have to understand that.

As for the war, I'll be okay.

If there can be no "us", why should I care what becomes of you?

First you request a transfer for Vanderbeke to the VIP wing

and now you want a surveillance van and a phone tap.

A transfer for Vanderbeke?

Yes...

Lieutenant Delgado submitted it in your name.

You feel Vanderbeke had links with Vibert,

and since it all started with Vibert...

Thanks.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Who are you?

Answer me. Who are you?

What are you doing outside my home?

Answer me!

Hold on! I've got no network here.

- How are you? - Not good. Things aren't good.

A fat policeman was here, and he won't get off my back.

Don't worry about it.

What do you mean? This is serious.

I falsified the official documents,

but now I'll have to tell them you've got a sister.

Don't stress. I need to see you so we can sort it out.

Okay. Drop by city hall when you can,

and we'll sort it out once and for all.

Trust me, Adrien. Trust me.

- Are we nearly done? - Yes. Test the mic.

If you hear me, Eddy, which of us is most handsome?

You are, honey. You are.

Okay. Next room.

- Come on, get a move on. - Okay, we're done.

Is the coast clear, Eddy?

Okay, you can come out.

Go, go, go!

- Job done. - Good work, guys.

- Any pizza left? - Go for it.

Gross.

l'm not hungry.

What are you doing here, Vogel?

I got bored of the city.

Paris is so polluted.

Who's your companion?

No idea.

Can you help me?

Okay.

If you find out where she buried the head, arms and legs

of my colleague, who I murdered. I'll get you out of here.

It's here.

We have a problem, Mikhail.

I hope you understand.

Soon we'll be rid of any problems.

How come? Are you going to put a bullet in your head?

Arkadi! Why the talk of bullets in heads?

You know who we are.

Yes. You're the sons of a man who I respect.

But that doesn't mean I have to respect you.

You say you respect our father.

But you owe him.

The lorry we sent you with the girls.

A dead loss.

But it gets worse.

The 10 kilos of powder our partners sent you

was also intercepted. That too was a dead loss.

We're not short of girls.

And I found the drugs.

Didn't it end up in the sewer?

And when are you dealing with Jordania?

Today is a day of mourning.

There's plenty of time to fill another coffin tomorrow.

Jordania...

There's Atom Paradjanov.

Soldatov needs no introduction. He's with Mikhail Pavlovitch,

Jordania's rival.

- Who are they? - The Batourina brothers.

Serguei and Arkadi.

Their father, Viktor Batourina, is a vor boss involved in major deals.

But he can no longer leave Russia without risking arrest.

So his sons are messenger pigeons managing business outside Russia.

We are gathered here today

to find an honourable solution

to a situation bringing some of us into conflict.

- Could I say a few words? - Yes.

What did he just say?

Honour and fairness have come to rest in here.

My father incarnated those values.

I do not see anyone else here, apart from Zourab,

who is able to follow in his footsteps.

Do you mean to say that you, Jordania the bastard,

are the worthy heir of the big boss?

- How's it looking? - Not good at all.

Do you know the difference

between a bastard and a son of a whore?

What makes a bastard different from the son of a whore?

The bastard knows his father. The son of a whore spends his life searching.

He spends his life searching.

This is no time for insults, Levani.

We're trying to come to an agreement.

Why would I give a shit about you and what you think?

l'm not dealing with a petouchok.

- That's all you are to me. - What's a petouchok?

The lowest of the low in a penal colony.

They receive no respect.

My brother Arkadi and I are vors as well.

You're vors, are you?

At which prison did you eam this honour?

- My father... - What?

- My father... - I respect your father,

but he is not here.

Pass on his message or keep your thoughts to yourself.

He wants power to be shared equally between you and Mikhail Pavlovitch.

He says it is in both of your interests to be reasonable.

- Reasonable? - Yes.

But I thought I was being reasonable.

Zourab, this morning someone tried to murder me.

But l'm still here, talking to you, and everything is fine.

I think that someone who ordered the attempt on my life

is quite prepared to kill

and to get involved in drugs and prostitution.

You bastard!

Cool down!

I'm not allowed to take sides in this.

But if you wreck this day of mourning,

I will have to deal with you, Mikhail.

Don't forget that.

Thank you, Zourab.

You're my witness.

Tell your father that.

And tell him this brotherhood will not have two leaders.

Only one.

And also tell him

that drugs and prostitution are still very much out of bounds.

And anyone who crosses that line will end up in here.

Thank you all.

Excuse me, Zourab. I have business to attend to.

Well, that's a declaration of war if ever I saw one.

What's he playing at?

Fag break.

Oh shit!

Police! Drop your weapon!

Police! Put the gun down!

Turn around!

Give me your hands.

Turn around.

Give me your hands.

- Go back inside. - What's going on?

Go back in.

Police! Where are the stairs?

Second door on the right.

- Find anything? - Nothing at all.

- You took the lift? - Yeah, why?

Good idea. It's less tiring.

- Well? - He'll pull through.

We can't see him till he's out of theatre.

- Hello, Eddy. - I'll go and talk to him.

He's under the knife but his life's not in danger.

I'll secure the area. Okay.

Hello?

I'm coming down.

Walter. They're moving.

Hello, my princess.

What are you doing here?

Are you bored at home?

Where's Darius? Everything will be fine.

I am handsome, intelligent...

...rich.

And one more thing.

l'm in good health.

Perhaps.

Well... Maybe not the last bit.

- Walter! - Yeah.

We're going past the morgue on Rue Tolbiac.

We'll get them on the bridge. Both sides are secured.

Shit. They�ve turned.

We're on Rue Olivier Messian.

Tell the team to get closer on my tail.

Quick!

They've destroyed my car I'm on foot.

- They're heading your way! - Got them.

Go. go!

Everyone in position!

What now? Brake! Stop!

Police! Give yourselves up!

Get out of the car with your hands in the air.

Do a U-turn! Quick!

We live or die together.

Do as I tell you.

Jump in the water. I'll cover you.

Odessa!

Odessa!