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Cheers, everybody!

So, do you like the cake?

Remember that cop
who stole your robe to pose as a lawyer?

What an asshole!

He stole my robe to get some guy
to confess. It was genius.

Actually, I've never understood
why lawyers have to wear robes.

It's kind of ridiculous nowadays.

-You want the truth?
-Yes.

We wear a robe to be
as good at lying as women.

Wow.

It's not me who said it. It's from Guitry.
You know Guitry, right?

Do you think I'm stupid?

-Come on. You know I love you, honey.
-Yes.

Seriously, it goes back to the old regime.

Since justice was a divine right,

those who served it were mostly clergymen
who appeared in their cassocks.

Originally, the robe had 33 buttons

to represent the age
of Christ when he died.

Later, it became standardized,

and it's now
the distinctive feature of lawyers.

Hence, that priestly side of yours.

A priest who takes money
from the drug dealers he defends.

Amen.

No more champagne?

-I'll go get some.
-Good idea.

-Are you okay, kids?
-Yes.

-Yeah? So who's winning?
-No one for now.

What do you mean? There's always a winner.

Always.

Hey.

The combination to your safe, now.

You must not know who I am.

A prick snorting cocaine
on a picture of his family.

You have no shame, Jaborska.

Hurry the fuck up
before I knock your teeth out. Now!

-Take the money and leave--
-Shut up. We're not here for money.

-I hope you know what you're doing.
-Shut up. Here's what's going to happen.

We walk away quietly, and you go back
to having fun with your colleagues.

And if you ever think
about filing a complaint,

remember I have a video
of you powdering your nose.

Straight to social media,
and your career's over. Got it?

You got it or not?

Yeah, I got it.

Come on.

BLOOD COAST

INCOMING
EPISODE 3

What's it say?

It's a case from seven or eight years ago.

Serge Lafont.

A pimp found burnt to ashes in his car
in a nightclub parking lot near Toulon.

It's the statement of a chick
who accuses Peretto of being the culprit.

He told her when
they were in bed together.

That's the girl's statement.

Recorded by that asshole Jaborska.

Who's the girl?

A hooker who worked for Lafont.
Sandy Karchaoui.

Found dead from an overdose
six months ago in a hotel in Grenoble.

You think it's enough to pressure Peretto?

I don't know.
If not, we'll find something else.

When are you seeing him?

As soon as possible.

You think Jaborska will keep quiet?

If he doesn't want the thugs in the city
to know he blackmails his clients.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

What?

Fuck.

All right.

Thanks.

It was headquarters.

Foudil Saïdi is dead.

Ali found his body outside his villa.

You still have nothing to tell us,
Mr. Saïdi?

Would you rather wait
for your whole family to be slaughtered

before you give us an explanation?

According to
the first statements we've gathered,

your nephew was last seen
at the Intercontinental Hotel,

where he had an appointment
with a girl named Sonia.

Mr. Saïdi, if you know
anything about this girl, tell us.

I don't know anything.
I have nothing to say.

I let you search my house
without any regard for my family's pain.

Now leave.

Take your clowns with you.
I don't need their protection.

As you wish.

Yeah, Tobias?

I'm gonna need you.

Yeah.

My name is Sandy Karchaoui.

I was born on November 13, 1986,
in Ris-Orangis, in the Essonne department.

I currently live
at 84 rue Alexandre Ribot in Lyon.

I make a living from prostitution.

I am appearing before Mr. Mathieu Jaborska
without any obligation whatsoever,

to share certain revelations
about the involvement of Jos--

Easy.

What are you doing here?

I brought you croissants.

Thanks.

He's beautiful. What breed is he?

He's a mutt. I found him during a raid.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Tea? Coffee?

Coffee.

Thanks.

Beautiful place you've got.

Go on, say it.

It doesn't look like a cop
could afford this, right?

Don't worry,
Miranda already asked me about it.

I didn't say that.

It belongs to a guy
who I helped get out of trouble.

He lives in Australia 11 months a year.

I don't pay rent.
I just look after his house in return.

What do you do on the 12th month?

I manage.

Thanks.

Is that why you chose narcotics?

It's a good deal.

My sister died of an overdose.
I wasn't there when she needed me.

That's good motivation.

I'm sorry.

So, what brings you here?

I saw you and Arno at the lawyer's.

Don't tell me the risks you're taking
are just for the investigation.

Are you watching me?

Did Miranda ask you to be on my ass?

No. I don't give a shit about Miranda.

I'm not your enemy, Lyès.

I'm trying to move up.
I hate being left behind.

Left behind? What do you mean?
You just got here.

What are you looking for? Tell me.

I shouldn't have come.

Thanks for the coffee.

Wait.

I'm visiting Peretto
at Baumettes Prison in an hour.

Meet you there?

Okay.

See you later.

-Hello?
-Mr. Tatoo?

-Yes.
-My son didn't come home.

He gave me your number just in case,
but I don't know why.

Since when?

Last night. He's not picking up his phone.

Don't worry. I'll take care of it
and keep you posted.

-Thank you, Mr. Tatoo.
-Goodbye.

Ask Biggie. He knows everything.

-Audrey?
-Yeah, Tatoo.

Bakari's mother just called me.
She's freaking out.

He didn't come home last night.
Nobody knows where he is.

He weighs 300 kilos. You can't miss him.

He's the one who told me about Biggie.
I'm afraid something happened.

I'm headed to the market.

Arno can't make it. He's at the hospital.

-Okay.
-I'll tell Lyès.

-Okay.
-Let's stay in touch.

-See you later.
-Later.

Coach!

What's going on?

Do you know where Bakari is?
Even his mother can't find him.

He can't be far. Why?
Do you have reason to be worried?

Ever heard of a guy named Biggie?

I know who he is.
He hangs around here sometimes. Why?

-Do you know where I can find him?
-Have you tried the Félix Pyat area?

He's not there anymore.
The bastard's gone missing overnight.

What's that fucker got to do with Bakari?

I hope he didn't harm him.

If you see either of them, let me know.

What's up, Yaya?

-How's my little sister?
-I'm looking for that Bakari kid.

Do you know where I can find him?

It's serious, Yaya.
No one knows where he is. I'm worried.

What about Biggie?

-How about I give you a haircut?
-A haircut?

-For one euro.
-You think I have nothing else to do?

Yaya, you gotta stop smoking dope.
It's getting to you.

-Call me.
-No worries.

Hey, bro.

Guys, have you seen Bakari?

-Bakari?
-Yeah.

Must be at your mom's.

-You wanna get slapped?
-Bro, it's cool.

-You wanna go to jail?
-Okay, relax.

-Shut up! Tell me if you see him.
-Okay.

HOSPITAL

-All good?
-Yeah, you?

Yeah.

MARSEILLE PENITENTIARY

-How are you doing?
-Good.

-Do you have a minute?
-Yeah.

Tell me, that guy, Biggie…

I think he's in a bungalow.

-Thank you, sister. Take care.
-You're welcome.

It's me. I know where Biggie is.

He's hiding in a shack
near the Étang de Berre.

I tried to call Lyès,
but he isn't picking up.

Will you tell Arno?

Tell him we'll meet at the office
to set things up. Okay?

See you.

-Hello?
-Audrey has located Biggie.

-Let's meet at the office.
-Okay.

-What's wrong? You okay, bro?
-I'm fine. I'm on my way.

I'll be outside.

Thank you.

If I'd known it was you,
I'd have stayed in my cell.

There was a documentary
on invisible invaders.

Do you know what those are?

Cockroaches. Bedbugs. Germs. Parasites.

All these fuckers we can't see
that are ruining our lives.

They're everywhere.

Mattresses, carpets, hair, eyebrows.

Pubes.

You should watch it. It's fascinating.
You have something in common.

-Who's your girlfriend?
-She's my colleague.

Quite the catch.

I bet you don't get bored
with a thing like that.

Why are you here?

You know what's going on.
You read the papers, right?

I don't really read that stuff.
Too depressing.

I read the classics now.

I just started Monte Cristo.

It's about a guy betrayed by one
of his friends. You'd probably relate.

Has he told you
how he ratted out his team back then?

Guys he did some heists with.

Guys he shared chicks with.
Who would have given everything for him.

We call those cops switch-hitters.

For us, they're the worst people alive.

Are you done?

Does Sandy Karchaoui ring a bell?

Is it supposed to?

Here. A present.

Go ahead.

Her testimony explains
how and why you killed Serge Lafont.

Everything you told her is there.

She's a dead hooker.
She can say whatever she likes.

Yeah, that's true.

Except she filmed a video on her phone

of you telling her all this
with a big smile on your face.

Quite handsome.

It's enough to reopen the case
and get you 20 more years.

Once your DNA clears this up, and it will,
believe me, it'll be 20 plus 10.

Can you do the math?

Not quite the same total.

For you and your family
who will see you rot in here.

Enough talk. Get to the point.
What do you want?

Give me The Indian's contact info,
and it'll disappear. You have my word.

Your word?

It's worth shit. Forget it.

What if I give you mine?

Who are you?

Pierre Vidal's daughter.

-You're Pierrot's daughter?
-Yes.

Last I saw you, you were about 13.

Long time ago.

I liked your father. He was a good man.

I might have something for you.

On two conditions.

First, the file stays here.

Second, go tell that asshole Jaborska

to watch his back and get ready to suffer.

Your Indian, no one knows
where his tipi is.

But he's been seen hanging out
in a brothel on the Spanish border.

The Don Quixote.

And this…

This stays with me.

-Thank you.
-Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Why didn't you tell me
Peretto knew your father?

Why? Was that wrong?

No, I didn't say that.

Peretto and other thugs
used to stop by our house.

I think my father liked their company
more than that of some cops.

I can see why.

That whole story Peretto told us
about your team, what was that about?

It was a long time ago.

Where were you before Marseille?

You know my file, don't you?

Yes. But there's a gap in it.

Ten years in Paris.
Three with the Narcs in Marseille.

Then I joined the undercover team.

Is that where you met Murillo?

Yes. He's the gap in my record.

I brought the whole gang down.

My bros, as Peretto said.

Do you want to get in the car? Sorry.

We'll come back for your scooter later.

-Hello?
-What are you doing?

I've been trying to call for an hour.

We know where Biggie is.
We're waiting for you.

Go without me.

If you need backup,
ask the Anti-Crime Squad.

I'm going to Spain with Alice.

What are you talking about?
What are you going to do in Spain?

-Check on something Peretto told us.
-Got it.

Okay. Call me when you catch that prick.

All right, take care. Bye.

-Okay, guys?
-Yeah.

Let's go.

I swear I'll find the people
who did this, Leïla.

Trust me.

Then what?

They took both her sons.

They took my husband.

Their deaths won't erase our tears.

-Tell me when she wakes up. All right?
-Yes.

What's up, buddy?

Mommy says that Daddy left,

but I know that he's dead.

Daddy left this life
and moved on to the next one.

But he'll always be with us.

And I'm here. Right?

Is it true he got killed?

Come here.

Do you like this game?

You're winning, right?

Kill all the monsters for me. Okay?

I'll be right back.

Hello, Tobias.

Thanks for coming.

Do you know how many homicides
there have been since I got to Marseille?

I only count money, never deaths,
Mr. District Attorney.

Five dead.

-And two missing in less than a week.
-Mm-hmm.

Granted, Marseille is a troubled city.

But the situation could impact
our collaboration. Don't you think?

So it's very simple.

Either your teams
put an end to the rising violence,

which I find unacceptable,

or I will have to take
the appropriate measures.

Meaning?

I think you understand.

And we both know that sometimes
it's necessary to get rid of individuals

whose methods and presence
harm our institution's credibility.

Credibility?

What did you expect
when you showed up here?

Where are you from again? Orléans?

The birthplace of Joan of Arc?

You think police should work
the same in Marseille as in Orléans?

I love this city because it's crazy.

To control it, I need cops who are too.

I need real bastards.

Don't expect me to get rid of my people
and replace them

with puppets shaped
by our directors and police academies.

If you need someone to take the blame,
I'll step aside and pack my things.

But keep your hands off my pack.

-Mrs. Fabiani. Mr. District Attorney.
-Please have a seat.

I went ahead and told Captain Miranda
we were having lunch.

He has important things to tell us.

I received an email from my superiors.

They're worried about
the events from the past few days.

They wonder about
the legitimacy of the behavior

of some of our well-known team members.

So they're asking me to be
uncompromising towards these officers.

I wanted to inform you.

Okay, and what does
"uncompromising" mean to you?

I'd like to know.

It means dismissing
those who may harm our image

and the quality of our services.

How do you plan on doing that?

Lyès Benamar.

Do you ever wonder how he arrested half
of the biggest drug dealers in the area,

while his childhood friend Ali Saïdi
became the boss of the other half?

I believe their friendship ended
a long time ago.

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.
It's an observation.

Someone has started a war with Ali,
and Lyès is cleaning up the mess for him.

So I asked the District Attorney here
if I could open an investigation.

He agreed.

Go!

Ready.

Okay, police!

Yeah?

We found Biggie.

-He was shot in the head in his hideout.
-Fuck.

The Crime Squad is on it.

We sent the bullet to the lab.
We're waiting for the forensic results.

What about you?
How's it going on your side?

We're not there yet. Keep your phones on.
I'll call if anything happens.

Okay.

So, how's it going with Alice?
Everything going okay?

Do you have a crush?

Road trip to Spain, just you two,
a secret mission…

-You got yourself quite a treat.
-Are you done?

I'll bring you some churros.

They found Biggie.
He's been killed. Shot in the head.

-Do you want anything?
-No, thanks.

Perfect timing.
I've got something for you. Come.

The copy of the forensics report
from our colleagues at the lab.

Okay.

They found a fingerprint on the bullet
that killed your friend Biggie.

Someone named Nader Saraoui.
Does it ring a bell?

A small-time fence
who gives us tips sometimes.

I doubt he's capable of shooting someone.

You'll have to find and question him.

He's the only useful lead
we have in this case.

He got out of jail six months ago.
No known address.

Just a license plate number for the car
he's supposedly driving around.

I put out an APB on him to all units

and asked HQ to notify you
as soon as Saraoui is located.

Won't that annoy the Crime Squad?
That's their thing.

No, don't worry about them.

Okay.

By the way, where are Vidal and Benamar?

They're tracking The Indian in Spain.

We got a lead today.

Really? Why haven't I heard about it?

You have now.

Find Nader Saraoui before anyone else does
and figure this out.

Arno, you stay here.

Yeah.

Yes?

I heard your wife had a relapse.
How is she?

She's in the hospital
to try a new treatment.

Why don't you take
a few days off to stay with her?

No.

Thank you.

Listen, giving up time
we could spend with our loved ones

for a job that's lost all legitimacy
isn't worth it.

Believe me.

It's legitimate to me. It keeps me going.

You're a good cop, Arno.

Take care of yourself.

SPANISH BORDER
PROVINCE OF EL PORT DE LA SELVA

DON QUIXOTE CLUB

Hi.

Hi.

You should have come alone.
You don't stand a chance with me here.

I'm not into hookers.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Two beers, please.
-Of course.

-Thanks.
-Sure.

-Do you speak French?
-No.

Do you know a French guy
who hangs out here?

He's called "The Indian."

No. I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

You got shot down.

-Let's split.
-Why?

Let's split.

You've reached the coach. Leave a message.

Coach? It's me.
Have you heard from Bakari?

Nobody knows where he is.
His voicemail is full. Call me back.

Hey, sweetie. Doing good? Yeah.

Hey, girls, what's up? I love this.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm on my break.

I came to see if Lucie was all right.

If you want,
I'll get you a cot to stay by her side.

I'm fine, thanks.

Do you have time for a drink?

What happened with that girl?

What do you mean?

Fanny Santiago.

What happened?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Don't treat me like an idiot.

I know Murillo's file by heart.

I know she was part of the team.

So do you. You recognized her too.

So what are we waiting for?

Damn it. There's an international warrant
out for that girl.

Why haven't we told
the Spanish authorities yet?

Why aren't we arresting her?

What's going on?

I owe her.

What do you mean?

Talk to me, damn it.

The day I brought the team down,
there was a huge gun fight.

Murillo realized I ratted them out,
and he tried to kill me.

But she got in his way.

Why did she do that?

What do you think?

-We were having an affair.
-You were screwing Murillo's girlfriend?

She wasn't his girlfriend back then.

And he's dead anyway, so who cares?

-Did she know you were an undercover cop?
-She found out that day.

So you let her go?

Of course I did.
What was I supposed to do?

She saved my life. I couldn't put her away
for 15 to 20 years.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

Tobias.

It was me who messaged you.

-Let's go.
-Yeah.

Thanks.

Come on. I'll drive you home.

What's the plan?

Here, put a tracker on her car.

-Do you have a warrant?
-What for?

Come on. It's better if you do it.

Yeah. You're a real pain in the ass.

Danke schön.

The girl talked.

She gave a name. Da Costa.

He owns a brothel in the 8th district.

He called your nephew
to arrange the meeting.

But the guys waiting for him in the room…

she doesn't know them.

But Da Costa knows them for sure.

Do you want me to take care of it?

No. I want to be there.

Hold on. Just one more thing.

One of the guys said
you're next on the list.

Meet me at the villa.

I understand
what you're going through, Ali,

but I need to reassure our friends
who are worried

about whether you'll still
be able to look after their business.

They also want you to know
they're here if you need anything.

Tell them they could have waited
for my nephew's blood to dry

before sending you.

My sister and niece
lost two sons and a husband,

and you're threatening me
and talking business?

I didn't come to threaten you.

I came for answers.

You know them.

Any sign of weakness from you,
and they'll find someone else.

They want to know,
given the circumstances,

if you can take on the task
you've agreed to.

City hall and the regional council
are on their side. Big investors too.

The problem is the crack spreading
in all the hoods you're supposed to run.

It's making property values drop.

And without building permits,
you'll be left with wastelands.

Tell them I'll clean up the mess.

Now go. I need to be alone.

Did you really have feelings for her,
or was it for work?

Would you fuck just for work?

No.

Well…

Yes.

I did once.

Really?

-Yeah.
-And?

Well, he never snitched,
but he was a good lay.

How about that.

-What did your man say?
-My man didn't know.

But it's over anyway.

Is that why you came to Marseille?

Among other things.

What?

You're a strange chick.

Why do you say that?

I don't know.
You show up from Paris out of nowhere.

You dive in with us in a shootout.

Then you come at me
about that lawyer we robbed.

Now you're in Spain with me,
outside the legal framework, and yet…

You're an honest cop, right?
That's how it seems.

There must be something.

Tell me.

What?

Tell me the truth.

You ask too many questions.

Okay, you keep watch first.
Wake me up in two hours?

Why not the other way around?

I placed the tracker,
you keep watch first.

Ilunga speaking.

-Lieutenant, it's headquarters.
-Hang on. I'm stepping out.

I'm listening.

One of the Anti-Crime patrols
has located the car you're looking for.

It's parked in front of La Roue bar
on Madrague Road.

They conducted a check.
Nader Saraoui's inside the bar.

Great. I'll let you tell
the rest of the team.

-Tell them to meet me there.
-Okay, you got it.

Thank you.

She's coming out.

He's still in there.

Wanna go in the front?
I'll go around back.

Okay.

Salam alaykum.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Where are you going? Come here!

Saraoui, stop!

Come on!

Don't move!

-Stay still! Don't move!
-Let go of me!

-Don't move. Get him up!
-Okay, I'm getting up!

Da Costa!

Yes?

Come on, you son of a bitch! Move!

I don't know why she's coming here,
but it's not good news.

Call HQ. Tell them to send backup teams
to the entrance of Marseille, please.

Come on, get moving.

-Arno, I'm listening.
-We caught the fence, Saraoui.

He told us the name of the guy
he gave the weapon and ammunition to.

His name is Tarek Hamadi.
He matches The Indian's description.

Where the fuck did this guy come from?

We did some research. He hasn't
been seen in the area for 20 years.

He has one hell of a record.
Started at an early age.

Hang on, Arno,
the car I'm following is getting away.

I'll call you back.

Fuck, she saw us.

What's she doing?

Fucking shit.

BLOOD COAST

Subtitle translation by: Michael Evans