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Alex Hugo Road trip

Come on, hurry! Put the dough in there!

Speed it up!

Nobody move!

Hurry up! Come on!

Dad.

- Dad. - Shh!

Quiet. Keep quiet.

Come on.

The bag.

The mobiles.

- They're fake guns. - Quiet.

Move it!

The bag.

The bag, now!

Give it here!

They're fake guns.

Stop it!

They're fake!

Nathalie! Oh my God!

You'll be OK.

Help me. It's my daughter.

She's bleeding.

Help! My daughter.

Help me.

My daughter.

Don't fall asleep.

You alright?

She plays paintball with her mates.

They have fake guns. They look real. She couldn't know.

I know.

In most hold-ups, they use plastic guns.

She's so impulsive.

She didn't know. It's not her fault.

Someone will take you to the hospital, you can't drive.

She's lost so much blood.

Take him to his daughter.

It'll be OK.

- Christine? - So?

A 7.62 cartridge.

A war weapon in a village?

Yes. They shot a kid at point-blank range.

- Will she be OK? - Maybe not.

Tell me about the robbers.

Two, very methodical.

- Gloved and masked. - How much did they take?

5,000 euros.

That's not much.

- Probably expected more. - I'll put the crime squad on it.

They'll be there in 2 hours.

Christine,

that kid, we all know her.

I'm on it. Don't worry.

Thanks.

The probationer?

- Amanda Turpin. - Hello.

Want a coffee?

OK.

Take a seat.

Sorry, I'm late. A kid was injured in a robbery.

It seems quiet, here.

Most of the time, it is.

So...

You live in Grenoble,

and the judge authorised you to leave for 2 weeks to...

It doesn't say.

She agreed because I don't risk losing my job.

It's the shop's annual break.

I didn't know where to go. My daughter moves around.

We fell out when I was in the nick.

How long were you there?

The info's there, 6 years.

And your daughter,

why does she move around?

She's with a biker.

One of those camping in the neighbouring field?

They're from Perpignan.

They're riding down south.

A friend of Lola's heard she was with a biker.

She told me about Perpignan.

I found their blog on the Internet.

A real police investigation.

Yeah. Kind of.

There.

Sign this and I'll send it to the judge.

Where are you staying?

I'm sleeping in my car.

Shall I find you a place? It's better not to be alone.

Alright, then.

Let's go.

Now? Of course. Sure.

OK.

It's long, isn't it?

Miss? Miss?

Wait, Nicolas. Don't worry. That shows they're attending to her.

I know who did it. The bikers.

Because they escaped on a bike?

It can't be a coincidence!

Bikers camp here and suddenly there's a hold-up using bikes!

It's them!

We don't know that.

Miss, tell me something.

Miss.

It's driving me crazy!

I need some air. I'm suffocating in here.

Yes.

Oh, shit!

That's all we need.

That's how it goes.

Rumours will spread. Everyone will suspect them.

It's always the same: the gypsies,

the bikers, immigrants...

The same old prejudice. It makes me sick.

Besides, bikers never leave garbage lying around.

I just wanted to let you know.

I know. It just bugs me. Anyway.

I have to go. See you.

- Hi. - Hi. Come for drinks?

No.

I'd like you to meet Amanda. Amanda, Aline.

Aline camps here, she's doing research.

She's a geologist at Toulouse university.

Amanda will sleep in her car tonight, but...

- I don't want her to be alone. - There was a hold-up?

Tell me about it.

You can't sleep in your car. I'll make room for you.

- I don't want to intrude. - You're not.

I can't sleep inside knowing you're outside. Come on.

- I'll be off. - OK. See you.

Thanks.

Come to see me about the hold-up?

In a way.

I thought you were smarter.

I don't suspect you,

or the guys camping in your field.

I'm in need of a mediator.

People are talking. I wouldn't want them to accuse you.

OK. Tell me.

You've been here for 20 years. Everyone knows you.

After what happened, people are on edge.

So am I.

When I heard the news, I needed to come here.

It's better here. It's calm.

You can breathe.

I don't mind a party from time to time.

- How about a beer at the garage? - Sure.

Guys.

OK.

Perfect.

Why are you here?

To see you.

There, you've seen me.

Can we talk?

There's nothing to say. Leave.

Sorry, Lola. I screwed up.

"Screwed up"?

Six years in the nick is "screwing up"?

- I've changed. - I've changed, too, you know.

- I don't want to see you again. - Lola!

Don't shame me.

That's enough! Lola, get lost!

Don't bother with that bitch.

Jailbird, get lost.

Who're you to talk to me like that?

Know what the jailbird thinks?

I'm too old to obey little thugs.

Dirty whore! Lower your eyes!

You're nothing! Just a big mouth!

Really?

Lola, leave this jerk.

I screw your daughter every day and she likes it.

Don't listen to him.

Shut up, you!

I'm Father Casas.

It's OK, ma'am.

She wants rid of me.

I messed up everything.

You know,

we're all sinners.

We all have a lot to answer for.

But the love is there. I can feel it.

In you.

In her.

For now, she's angry with you.

Maybe she's suffered too much.

She'll think it over. She'll overcome her anger.

I have to save her.

I'll talk to her.

Come and see me.

Everyone knows me here.

- A beer? - Sure.

Damn it!

You OK? Can I help you?

- Here. - Thanks.

The garage is a nice spot to watch the bikes in the area.

Yeah. I know them all.

The raiders had a black all-terrain bike.

No visible marks. Does it ring a bell?

A black all-terrain?

No, the kids here are like parrots parading.

There's blue, yellow, green, red...

To pull the chicks.

The black bike's not from here.

That's what they think in Marseille.

- Friends of yours? - I don't know them.

Except him, Father Casas.

- A priest? - Yes.

We have all kinds of bikers:

proles, bosses, doctors

and a priest.

He lives nearby.

The others are just passing by.

They're all bikers.

Call me if you have a problem.

You didn't see anyone pass by this morning?

Say around ten?

And in your field?

No bikes?

Nothing?

It's OK?

Right. Thanks.

Super. Thanks.

See you.

They stopped the haemorrhage. Nathalie'll pull through.

- Really? - Yes.

You can't imagine how happy I am.

Thanks for meeting up with me.

I didn't want to be alone.

Now, who wanted to sleep in their car?

What's that?

I don't know. Sounds like a motorbike.

Shit, I don't like that!

It's just a guy having fun. That's all.

- Hello? - It's Amanda Turpin.

Everything OK?

There's a bike in the forest,

it seems to be circling around us.

We're on our way. Alex, come on.

Yes, Angelo?

It was a motocross, but it could be just any kid.

OK.

Thanks. See you tomorrow.

There. The biker's gone. A kid from the area.

Staying for dinner?

So,

your best souvenir?

- With Lola? - Yes.

Summer 2005.

I was dating a guy who was working as a...

What's it called, now?

Exterminator.

You dated an exterminator?

The best guy I've ever had. A sweetheart.

But he was super possessive.

I took some days off in August, and he decided

to spend a week at his mum's.

He said: "I'll lend you the car."

"OK, fine", I thought. "I'll take Lola to the Riviera."

That's what we did.

Saint-Tropez, Saint-Raphaël,

the beaches, ice creams...

People looked at us as if we were crazy.

Because it was Simon's car,

and on the roof, there was a huge rat.

How we laughed!

Strawberries for dessert?

That's perfect!

You seem nervous. Is it because of Lola?

When I got caught with a kilo of coke,

Lola was 16. She was sent to a foster home.

She suffered. She can't forgive me.

She'll think it over.

She'll come back to you.

All that matters is her.

She was top of the class. She got good marks.

It's my fault if she gave up her studies, dancing...

That's when she started going out with thugs.

And now, that guy...

He hates women. He was so disrespectful.

I don't know how he lives.

I can't leave her with him.

I know how it'll end.

On the street or with a syringe in her arm.

I'll see what I can do.

You're right to fight.

It'll pay. Wait and see.

Aline, need help?

I need someone to get the spoons and someone for the plates.

You first.

No, I don't like that.

In prison, there was always someone behind me.

OK.

Drive carefully.

Hi.

Hi.

Working on the hold-up?

Yes, I'm trying to find the bike.

They cut across the woods,

so they had to exit somewhere.

At the pub, everyone's accusing the bikers on Cochise's field.

Nothing proves it's them.

They're professional bank robbers.

I know you're worried, but you've got guys on it.

So, I'll exchange one evening watching the toll gates

for one night stargazing.

You're right, I need a cuddle under the Milky Way.

A walk along the trail? Angelo

Amanda!

Amanda!

Why did she go there?

No idea.

But her murderer was waiting for her.

How was she last night?

She was...

stressed out.

The argument with her daughter and her man had made her paranoid.

That, plus the hold-up, the motorbike in the forest...

I'm wondering whether...

It might be a biker.

I hope her daughter's not involved in the murder.

I'm going to take a look.

Miss, sorry. You can't pass.

- It's my mother. - I'm sorry.

- I want to see her. Let go of me! - Sorry. You can't pass.

Let go of me!

- Calm down. - Let go of me!

Leave her. It's OK. Please.

You can go.

She was hit on the head. It's ugly.

Found something?

Yeah.

Someone came this way. Check for footprints.

I couldn't find it this morning.

I didn't know where I'd left it.

I even searched the office.

You had it last night?

I did. Now I remember.

I left it on the table outside.

He was watching you and took it

Dammit!

That's how he trapped her.

She thought it was me.

She wasn't frightened. She trusted me.

There are no footsteps, but tyre marks 100 m away.

- A car? - A bike.

It rained last night. The marks are recent.

Take this phone to be analysed.

There's a substance on it. Looks like wax.

She's got quite a record:

fights, possession of drugs, robberies.

When did Angelo lose his mobile?

Around 10 pm last night.

Thierry Viau?

Nice tattoos.

"ACAB" is your mother's name?

Leave my mother out of it.

All cops are bastards. That what you think?

To each their opinion.

Where were you at 7 am?

In my tent with Lola.

And yesterday at 10 pm?

- Riding with my mate Marco. - Whereabouts?

I'll talk to Marco, too.

You stopped in a bar?

Ask where she was this morning.

Lola,

where were you at 7 am?

In the tent,

with Thierry.

I saw you at your mother's side earlier on.

You're upset.

I'm sure you want the murderer behind bars.

You're sure he was with you?

Usually, I know who I shag.

And at 10 pm yesterday?

He was with me.

- Is that your bike? - No, I don't ride shit like this.

Cochise lent it to me. Mine is being repaired.

Thierry Viau, you're under police custody.

Your papers, please.

Thank you.

OK, fine.

You too.

Comb through everything.

Find that bloody wax.

Search the cases.

The red one's Thierry's bike?

Yes, he asked me to grease the chain.

Does he use wax?

No idea.

- Nothing. - Do this one.

Good shot.

- Is that it? - It is.

Is it yours, mate?

We're pals now?

It's not mine. I don't use this brand.

It was on your bike. It's your garage, right?

I don't know why it was on my bike.

We're taking your products and we'll question you in Marseille.

Follow us.

The wax is the one we found on Angelo's phone.

The spanner's the murder weapon.

Amanda Turpin's DNA is on it.

It was also in your garage.

If you're innocent, you should be able to explain.

Sorry, but the spanner and the wax is like a set up.

I know Cochise well. He's not a murderer.

You know he's got a record. Quite something.

His real name is Daniel Lapierre. Gang sexual assault.

It was 30 years ago, but still.

For Amanda, it could be a sexual motive.

And Thierry Viau? He's got the profile.

Nothing.

- He argued with Amanda. - It's not enough.

What if he's involved in the hold-up?

He might have worried about Amanda drawing attention to him.

He didn't do the hold-up.

The crime squad think the robbers are from Lyon.

Viau lied about yesterday but he's got an alibi for today.

Yes, Lola's covering for him.

Your friend's stupid. The judge will charge him.

I know, but he won't talk.

We must find out why Thierry Viau's lying.

I'll handle it. I'm waiting for his lawyer.

What time was he brought in? Got the statement?

Yes.

Anyone taken the statement? It was here.

- We can do nothing without it. - I know.

- No choice. We have to release him. - What?

A legal flaw. No statement, no trial.

I'll find it.

What will you tell the lawyer?

It's a murder not a theft.

Enough, now!

Release him and start over the investigation.

Listen to me clearly,

no more typing mistakes on the statements.

- Here, it's for you. - No, I'm not hungry.

What's this rape story?

I was 20, and I was a moron.

I didn't do much. But I didn't protect her either.

I think about it everyday.

I know you didn't kill Amanda. Eat something.

I'm not disturbing you?

Dad told me you'd be coming.

How're you feeling?

I was so stupid.

Fake guns, what a joke!

The next time I see a water pistol, I'll hide.

Here,

I pinched it from the cops in Marseille.

It's kitsch, but it's a lucky charm.

It's crap, but it's sweet of you. Thanks.

I've got a question:

when you grabbed the raider, did you notice anything unusual?

Yes. Well, I'm not sure.

There was a lot of noise, we were stressed, but...

I think it was a woman.

"A woman"?

She only said two words. She said "let go", but...

It was a woman.

Bonnie and Clyde?

Can you imagine us on the run, raiding banks?

You'd give everything to the poor.

Probably.

And that's...?

Lola Turpin, Amanda's kid, and Thierry Viau, her guy.

They're the robbers? They killed Amanda?

I don't know if the cases are related.

I think they're hiding something.

I'd rather they left the village.

It was tense at the bar, today.

A guy even offered to stay to protect me.

Little Adrien.

- Not sure he'd do a good job. - No. That's for sure.

Will you protect me?

What from?

From yourself?

You look knackered. You OK?

I haven't slept.

I was thinking about Amanda.

I can't stop thinking...

if only I had searched

for my phone earlier...

or if I'd gone back to the clearing...

Yes, it's always like that.

We think about "what if"...

We go crazy.

You sent Nathalie's hearing to Marseille?

Yes, it left early today.

But, there's something I don't get.

If the robber was a woman,

do Lyon still think its their lead?

- Any news from the crime squad? - No, I called twice.

What are we supposed to do?

Stay put on our backside?

The robbers might be in the area.

Yes, we need to know.

So...

Armed robbery.

Rural area.

Two suspects.

Automatic weapons.

And bikes.

Strange, I've got two other hold-ups, too.

Anduze, in the Cévennes, and Forcalquier, in the Lubéron.

I know Anduze. It's over here.

And Forcalquier is there.

Look at that.

Remove Mâcon and Lagnieu, it's a curve from Perpignan.

Look at the blog,

the one Amanda looked at to trace Lola.

That's a nice ride for bikers.

It's about the same route. The places and dates match.

Two bastards use the motor club as a cover,

and melt into the flock to do their hold-ups.

They're here and there's an agency in Lusagne.

Exactly. I'm off. I'll tell them to lock up.

Call Marseille.

Give them a piece of my mind:

the cream of the police are no good.

I will, no worries.

Alex Hugo.

Bloody hell! You OK, Nicolas?

Want to file a complaint?

He started it.

They're out and my daughter's in hospital.

The investigation's on.

There's been a hold-up! There's been a murder!

And they're still here!

Waiting for them to kill others?

Go back to your daughter. Let me do my job.

Then do it, then! Dammit!

Thanks.

That was close. Lusagne's a dangerous place.

Where were you at the time of the hold-up?

You weren't with the bikers on Cochise's field.

We were on the road.

In the countryside. We've a witness, but it's a squirrel.

We could have stopped at a bar,

but alcohol and driving don't mix.

It's against the law.

Don't act smart.

No bumpkin will scare me.

What?

Stop, Titi. Stop it.

Look at me. Titi, look at me! Oh!

We apologise. Sorry.

What's wrong with you?

There's something I don't get.

We checked the list of hold-ups. There are 4 cases, not 2.

The squad's not answering.

Naturally. Seen the news? A shooting in a playground.

It's the 4th in one month.

Everyone's on edge.

OK. But how can they overlook 2 cases in 4?

One of the robbers is a woman.

- That should interest them. - Yes. OK.

I'm on it.

Hurry. It's heating up here. I need to talk to Cochise.

- What? - It's not an official hearing.

There's no the seal of confession either.

True.

How did it go with the judge?

I'm not his kind.

Some wax for bikes and a murder weapon easy to find

are not enough to keep you in.

He thinks you're hiding something.

Alex, I didn't kill anybody. Certainly not a woman.

You suspect Thierry Viau.

Your stupid code of honour keeps you from talking.

He's not worth your sacrifice.

I was like him at the same age.

A bag of hate, always ready to explode.

The bikers accepted me for what I was.

Like a family.

They're not all angels, but they're my brothers.

But you ended up leaving.

Yes, I left because of that damn rape story!

I needed to find peace!

But they're still my brothers! Understand that?

We're talking about a woman's death,

not just a stupid robbery!

A woman was killed!

Her head was smashed in, dammit!

- I'm sorry. - Oh, yes. You are.

That woman was like you.

She had made mistakes and wanted another chance.

To help her daughter.

She doesn't deserve your silence.

I can't, Alex.

If I could, I swear... But I can't.

You can. Say what you know.

Talk! Shit!

What are you up to?

I tried something to get closer to Cochise.

Continue, you're turning me on.

We'll fuck you and kill you.

No next time.

Tell your man to stop bugging us. There won't be a 2nd warning.

I made a requisition to know where the phones of Amanda,

Cochise, Lola and Viau pinged. No answer yet.

- When was it? - 2 days ago.

- That's long. - They're taking the piss.

For manslaughter, it's taking ages.

Same as the crime squad.

It may be quite ordinary for them,

but a kid was shot and nothing's moving.

I'll remind you of the facts.

Who waited to tell us about the bikers in the village?

Who lost a custody document?

You'd better question yourself, too.

I'm not here to be shouted at.

Come on, Alex.

We know it's a tricky investigation.

- Let's keep cool. - You, especially.

I'll put pressure on the crime squad. OK?

Yeah. Alex, maybe you could help me.

There's a gap in Amanda's schedule,

between her visit to the camp and returning to the caravan.

Could you ask them a few questions there?

Yes, I'll try to. Excuse me.

What?

Coming right now.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have left Lusagne.

- You're hurt? - It's OK, nothing serious.

Would you recognise them?

They both had balaclavas. They left on a motorbike.

I've got an idea, but I need to check.

You OK?

I'm OK, don't worry.

You're crazy? Of course, I do.

Amanda's dead and Nathalie's hurt.

I don't want any more women to suffer.

What kind of guys attack women?

I'll be right back.

Alex, I know where you're going.

If you settle scores, they'll take you off the case.

I trust the two of you.

They're fake guns!

It's high!

For sure, no one will come for me, here.

- Thanks for accepting. - It's a good compromise.

I'm safe and you can do what's necessary.

Let's get you settled in.

I'm relieved the city hall let me to camp here.

I was scared to stay in the clearing.

Yes, it's safer, here.

I often think of her.

That's what I like about my job:

going from the lab to the field.

I meet lots of people.

I meet hikers, shepherds,

mushroom pickers.

Not smart brainies.

Amanda was a nice encounter.

What did she do the day before her murder, before returning?

She dropped off her things and went to see her daughter.

She came back late afternoon. That's all I know.

She didn't say anything that could be of help?

Nope, nothing.

I returned from taking samples and came across her.

- She'd left the clearing? - Yes.

She came to meet me. Does it make a difference?

It widens the murder scene

to the whole area where she was before the murder.

Tell me the route you took.

- Hi, Alex. What news? - Nothing much.

Did the number 66 have anything to do with Amanda?

- Her date of birth? - No, she was born in 65.

A code maybe? Where's that number from?

It's just a detail.

I've got good news.

The judge agreed to let the bikers leave Lusagne,

except Viau and Turpin. That will help things cool off.

It will cool off but the danger remains. Bye.

Hi.

Hi, handsome.

Hello, Father.

Hello.

Some stuff for Cochise. I'll take it to the prison.

One of your followers, outside?

The most pious.

What about your vows?

I'm not made for abstinence.

I soon realised.

I talked to the bishop, we negotiated.

I didn't have much choice.

I left my permanent job in a parish

and I implicated myself in charities.

I'm less exposed.

And working with the bikers?

I've always loved motorbikes.

But it's mostly for the family spirit.

The bikers are the sheep I needed.

Need a hand?

If you could find a lock, I had to break in.

That'd be great.

Other than the road in the U.S.,

does the number 66 mean something to bikers?

Only 1 % of them.

"1 % of them"?

The 1 % who're criminals.

99 % are guys like you and me,

crazy about bikes and family-minded.

What about the others?

They have their club,

their values, almost military rules, activities.

They don't hide it.

They've a patch on their jackets on which is written 1 %.

A patch that says they're criminals?

Cochise's waistcoat,

when he belonged to a gang in Toulon.

It hasn't faded.

He left them but they're brothers forever.

The 1 % are a brotherhood within the brotherhood.

And 66?

Never seen any.

It means they killed for their club.

They're murderers?

It's stupid to wear it.

Some show-offs landed up in jail for that.

- Why ask? - Just like that, I'm curious.

You shouldn't stay there.

Get off our backs. We didn't do anything. OK?

I'm looking at your patches.

1 %, good.

The iron cross, kind of Nazi, isn't it?

I didn't know.

It's pretty.

- One is missing. - Really? Which one?

The one of the cowards.

Slimy, with no balls.

You close up.

I have to prepare mass.

Stand up.

The guy outside,

Yves Peres, he's from the SIAT,

undercover services.

He's the contact agent

supervising Lola's undercover.

You're a cop?

Yes, man.

You pinched the custody document?

I had no choice.

I couldn't tell either of you.

I wasn't going to keep Viau. Lola's mission was almost over.

You released her mother's murderer.

It's not him.

He really was with me.

I wouldn't have covered for a murderer.

I think it's Cochise.

Lola's certain:

none of the bikers killed Amanda.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Your mother engraved this before dying.

Freaking bastard!

- 66, the code of the killers. - What's that?

The 66 patch means they killed someone.

My mother definitely knew that. She'd been with a biker.

- Both cases are related. - "Both cases"?

The murder and the arms trafficking.

Our colleagues identified a Serb network that leads to Thierry.

He was in the Legion with the blue helmets.

We couldn't identify the head of the network.

We have an idea of who it is.

They call him Andy.

His real name is Jacques Fontain.

He was sentenced in absentia for triple murder.

- A settlement of scores. - A 66, then.

He's been on the run for 20 years.

I'll find that bastard.

When you're undercover, you...

I sleep with the enemy.

You're shocked?

I am, yes.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm not a whore hooked on drugs,

but a nice quiet life is not my thing.

I'm sleeping with him and I'll take him down.

And I'll send my mother's murderer to jail.

Lola?

Thierry and Marco are leaving. It must be for business.

They spoke about a warehouse.

It's an old disused fort.

OK. I can't move.

OK, I'll go.

Shut it!

You,

don't move.

Keep quiet.

Wait for my orders.

If you move, you're out.

Bring it.

Don't move.

Wait for me to say when to blow.

Closer.

No kidding with discipline. I see it's respected.

Don't blow until I tell you to.

You can catch fire even before it touches you.

The vapours are enough.

Smells like a barbecue.

Blow.

Damn!

You do have balls.

- Got the video? - Yes, great.

Send it to Andy.

It's your turn.

Make room for him. He can't wait.

Got the idea?

Bring it.

- We'll leave you with the rascals. - OK. Fine.

What's wrong?

- Who did you call this morning? - Not your business.

Answer.

The hairdresser, in Lusagne,

to have the tips cuts.

Your phone.

I said, your phone!

You didn't go?

She wasn't available.

She only does curls for the oldies.

Don't try fooling me, you'll get nowhere.

Stop being paranoid.

I don't get your crazes, I'm telling you.

It's none of your business.

I'm keeping this.

- No, give it back. - We'll see.

- Give it back. - Be nice then.

You're upset with me?

- You're angry? - A bit.

- Not too much. - Thanks for watching over Lola.

I think she's in danger. Your drawings confirm it.

Why?

They're not nice bikers, they're the Black Wheels.

What do they do?

All sorts. Procuring, drugs and arms trafficking...

There are 5 clubs in France. One is in Marseille.

What you saw was a baptism.

Thierry's just joined them.

Wait on,

wait on, I think I get the picture.

Thierry Viau traffics arms from Serbia.

He needs a wholesaler to sell the guns

in Marseille.

He turns to partners he's comfortable with:

the bikers.

The Black Wheels will sell the guns in Marseille.

And it brings us back to Andy.

The Black Wheels sent the film of the baptism to Andy.

The crime squad's been trying to identify

the Black Wheels' head for 2 years.

He stays in the shadows, gets his share,

controls from a distance.

A killer on the run would be a perfect invisible head.

- Shit! - What?

Nothing. I was thinking of Amanda.

- She came across him. - And Lola too.

Damn, don't you want to do real tattoos?

It's ridiculous. You even left the tag on.

- I'll burn it if you like. - No, you're silly.

Wait until you have to pay to get them removed.

She's right, Titi boy.

Hey!

Yeah. Titi.

Yes, go ahead. He's with me.

Thierry.

- Got a smoke? - In the tent.

Shit!

One, two.

What you doin'?

- Searching for your smokes. - Where's my phone?

- No idea. - Don't bug me!

Damn! Let go of me!

What are you doing?

What's got you?

Get lost!

- There's your phone. - Damn!

She read it?

She doesn't know my code.

The bitch did try though.

I called the bank.

They're open again.

I hope they don't realise that foul pair is still here.

- What are you doing? - Taking an arm.

It's that serious?

You hate it.

This time, I might need it.

I don't get it, Alex. I swear...

Why Lusagne?

What's a killer on the run doing in Lusagne?

Look at the map.

Go up 50 kms.

The Fréjus tunnel?

The arms transit via the tunnel?

They wait for the lorry.

- What do they want? - It's a diversion.

Lola! Call Marseille.

66

means they killed for their club.

- You're summoning me? - You're fooling me.

I did something.

My requisitions to the phone providers regarding the murder,

I assigned it to another case.

I got the answer within 2 hours.

- Well? - An undercover.

- Oh, shit! - It's protocol.

We've got a murder.

Yes. Our agent's disappeared. Lola Turpin.

- Amanda's daughter? - She's tracking a killer, Andy.

What can I do?

Nothing. He's expecting a delivery of arms.

You owe me one.

I do?

You threw me under the bus. So, I'll catch him.

Come on!

Renart, stick it on the jacket. Set it off before the operation.

If you see Lola, tell me. Good luck.

Go on.

Andy, it's done.

She's not at the garage and Casas is not at his place either.

The farmers didn't see anyone go by.

The only possible route is the D502. I'll check it.

Hope she's at the warehouse. The squad's on their way.

OK, I'll keep you posted.

It's not working. There's no sound.

There's no sound. What the hell?

It's the jacket of a constable.

It's OK.

Can you hear me?

Renart.

- Can you hear me? - Yes.

- When is it starting? - In 30 seconds.

Renart, listen up,

let the squad go before you all along.

Their gear is better than yours. OK?

If the target opens fire, stay in the line.

Only shoot when necessary. OK?

Yes, mummy.

Put your gun down!

On the ground!

Let go of me!

Go! Go!

No, no, Lola.

Lola, no.

Police! Don't move!

Down!

Don't worry, it'll be quick. You'll soon join her.

Renart!

Damn, you scared me!

Damn!

Renart,

you scared me, you idiot.

I couldn't breathe.

Seen Lola?

Lola. Lola.

Lola.

You OK?

We'll interrogate Father Casas.

He won't say anything.

Seen his file?

First murder in Belgium aged 20, and on the run ever since.

He killed the real Father Casas, back from Africa,

stole his identify

and became the head of the Black Wheels,

and stayed a priest in charities.

He's been lying for 30 years.

We don't really need him to talk.

A coffee?

I am not your enemy.

I'm almost a pal.

But, Andy, Father Casas,

will kill you.

What's the deal?

Prison without the Black Wheels.

Not enough.

Is Judge Simon in charge?

Yes.

Doesn't he have 4 daughters?

The eldest is Lola's age. Right?

Nice little family. Lots of girls.

He's very fond of women. Literally.

When he'll hear he buried a woman alive...

He'll go for him.

It's Andy

who killed Amanda.

After arguing with Lola, she wanted to see him.

She went to his place.

She told him she wanted to get rid of me,

make up a story so the cops would nab me.

Andy didn't like that.

And, she saw his old jacket with a 66 on it.

She was in the way. Andy stopped acting Father Casas.

You helped kill her?

No.

I stole your colleague's mobile.

Andy killed her himself?

Yeah.

Thierry Viau asserts you murdered Amanda Turpin.

It's his word against mine. The judge won't believe him.

I've got an alibi.

I was with my partner at the time of the murder.

You're right.

It's his word against yours.

Your partner's word against Thierry's.

Except that she's a police officer.

Hello, Father. I was resuscitated.

See you in court.

You'll never get out of prison.

I'm surprised you did the job yourself.

If you want to kill a woman, you do it yourself.

It's like a dog. Only the weak go to the vet.

Ethics are important.

Yes, very. That's why you were accusing Cochise.

He told me about his past sins.

He'd have been a good culprit.

It wasn't personal. He's a nice guy.

He's a great mechanic.

For sure.

You go, Alex, I'll see to the paperwork.

I was coming down on my own.

Hey, we've still got work down there, you know.

Besides, I'll be worried

until we find our robbers. - Your robbers have left.

No, they haven't.

Come on.

Sure.

You know,

we had the M70 analysed. The gun with which Marco,

Thierry's pal, shot Renart.

It was the gun used on Nathalie at the bank.

- The robber's Marco? - Yes.

But he's protecting his accomplice.

- Any idea who it is? - No. Alex thinks he knows.

The minerals.

I didn't know why I couldn't get it off my mind.

The calcite of the Gard

is collected in the Cévennes, right?

- Yes. - Near Anduze.

Celestine from mount Aigoual.

Quite close to Forcalquier.

Two hold-ups by Bonnie and Clyde.

Marco admitted he shot Nathalie.

He was riding around the clearing?

He was coming to see you?

Marco won't pay for me.

Gallantry's not for me.

I panicked.

The kid wouldn't let go of my leg.

I panicked.

What's a geologist doing with a balaclava and a Kalashnikov?

You don't know what uni's like.

It's so boring.

When I met Marco,

it was different.

He was a real thug.

You like that?

I know what you're thinking.

That he corrupted me. But it's not true.

It's the opposite.

Marco had it all.

He had his pals, his bikes, his deals...

I'm the one who told him about the hold-ups.

I'll answer for it.

For my partner's assault and murder attempt too?

What?

Marco would have never done that.

He, Thierry and another guy buried a woman alive.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry.

Maybe it was a love story but not a romance.

Already up?

I'm not sleeping well right now.

- You're not in your mountains? - In a few hours.

You OK?

Just thinking she died owing to this mission.

I understand.

I was so mad at her.

I was happy to find a reason to send her packing.

- I'd do anything... - I guess so.

I know.

What'll you do now?

I found a nice cemetery,

close by. A place she'd have liked.

I've got lots of paperwork to do.

- Then, another mission. - Already?

- Don't you want to wait a little? - No.

You only live once. There's no point waiting.

It's important to take care of it.

One day, if I'm wise, like you,

I'll come to Lusagne.

You can come before, if you want.

You don't believe in me being wise?

Yes, I do.

I do, but it might take some time.

You're right.

I'm off.

Hey!

I hope to see you again.

I owe you a life, anyway.

You're always on my back.

Could you drop me off?

- Gave it a hard time? - Not really.

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