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- Cover me!
- Go right!

Come on, cover me!

Calling all units.
I have a 10-91 on Poirier Street.

I repeat, 10-91 on Poirier Street.
Send backup.

Hey, what's a 10-91 again?

I believe a 10-91
is a stray animal on a public highway.

What kind of animal is it exactly?

The kind with a hoodie and a gun, jackass.

It's all good.

It's fine. Keep smiling.
Nothing to see here!

- What is it with these dumbasses?
- What are you doing?

Shoot! They're near the port.

Go right!

Come on, hurry up!

It's easy. Just make sure
you hold on tight, okay?

It's so much fun, you'll see.
You'll have a blast.

What are you doing?

We'll now leave
the old port nice and slowly.

Then, when we're out at sea,
we can crank up the speed.

- Okay? Are you...
- Police. I'm seizing this vehicle.

That bitch is still behind us. Go right.

No, not to the right!

Get down!

Jump!

Are you guys taking a dip?

Hey, don't move!

- Stay on the ground!
- Stay down!

Samani!

- What are you doing?
- My job, Commissioner.

And it's not Samani.
My name's Benchérif now.

- Didn't you get my email?
- I don't care what your name is.

- It's Benchérif.
- I don't give a crap.

Every time you do something,
the mayor is on my back.

Are you going to pay
for the damages, Samani?

It's Benchérif.

Shut up! In fact, I've got some good news.

You can fuck things up elsewhere now.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm fired?

Better than that.
I spoke to the Prefect this morning.

You're being transferred to Paris
to work on a case.

No way, boss. I'm not going.

People there are ugly and they stink.

It rains a lot
and you can't see the stars.

I'm not going to Paris.

You know what?
It'll be a vacation for me, okay?

Boss!

- It's full of losers over there!
- I don't give a damn!

THE INFALLIBLES

Each year, the number of robberies
is dropping nationwide,

but in Île-de-France,
it's been 7 trucks in 3 years.

Can you explain that?

We're working on it.
What do you think we're doing?

The Bogaerts are big-time pros.

And we look like amateurs.

We can't allow it.
The elections are in two months.

What's the goal? To catch robbers
or save the minister's ass?

The goal is to do your job, Franck,
but since you can't give me results...

You want to fire me? Go ahead. Do it.

Bouches-du-Rhône's prefect
mentioned a recruit

who has unconventional methods
but she's capable of getting results.

You don't say.

I want to team her up with Hugo.

Hugo. Your nephew?

No. If you want us to get results fast,
don't put obstacles in my way.

- He is young and brilliant.
- Brilliant? He's terrible!

- He has no experience!
- Exactly! He'll bring in new ideas.

Maybe your men could stop hazing him?

Park the car and put on your glasses.
We can't see anything.

There we go. That's better.

Puff out your chest, you're a tough guy.
Don't look behind you, look ahead.

Take the stairs on the left.

First checkpoint. Don't worry,
it's not the same guy from the duplex.

This one should let you in.

Your phone.

That's it, Beaumont. It's your turn now.

Go on.

Wait. Who's that? Who are those assholes?

Where is Nitro?

He's not here.
You'll be dealing with us instead.

- That's not what we agreed.
- Yeah?

Well, it is now, bro.

What have you got for us?

Call it off, Hugo. The lead's no good.
Nitro left his minions in charge.

Hey, I asked you what's in your bag.

Don't be an idiot.

You fucked up last time, so listen to me.

There we go. Finally some manners.

Fuck, can you hear me? I said call it off.
What don't you understand?

Where are you going?
I want to see the shit first.

- He's crazy.
- I'm warning you now, I'm not Nitro.

Drop the bag. If you keep acting smart,
I'll fuck you up.

Okay. You win. We're moving in.

Sit tight. I got this!

Who are you talking to, bro? Tell me!

Police!

Nitro! It's the cops!

Son of a bitch!

Hugo, where are you going?

I'm chasing Nitro. He's got a backpack.
The dope must be inside.

Stop, you've already fucked it up.
Forget it. Are you stupid?

Nitro, stop!

Fuck!

- Hey, Hamilton, making a pit stop?
- Shut the fuck up!

Shit!

Well done, Beaumont!
You really outdid yourself this time.

You just fucked up a three-month stakeout.

You're dead meat.

Come on, let's wrap this up.

Fuck!

Okay, I get it.
I know what you're going to say.

- I fucked up. Charrier wants to fire me?
- That's not why I called you in.

I want you to lead the case
regarding the attacks on trucks.

The armored trucks? No thanks.

I won't go to the station with a case
assigned by my aunt. I don't need that.

The minister has officially asked me
to oversee the case. You'll do as I say.

- Your appointment is here.
- You can let her in.

I'll introduce you to your new partner.

My what?
I'm not teaming up with some chick.

Hugo, keep that macho complex to yourself.

Just so you know, her record
is better than yours, so don't get cocky.

A chick from Marseille?
You can't be serious.

Inspector Samani. Welcome!

Please take a seat.

Prefect, my name's Benchérif,
if you don't mind.

Very well.

So, the minister
has put me in charge of the case

regarding the attacks on armored trucks.

I'd like you to lead the investigation
with Inspector Beaumont.

Sorry, Prefect, but I'm not used
to working with a partner.

Great.

Perfect! That's already one thing
you two have in common.

You'll get along wonderfully.
Briefing at HQ in 30 minutes.

After you.

Good luck.

Seriously?

Samani... Why do I know that name?

My name is Benchérif.

Benchérif?
That's not what your profile says.

Fuck my profile.

I see, so it's a sensitive subject then?
What's the story? Recently divorced?

Wrong, jackass.

Benchérif is my mother's name, okay?
Can we move on now?

So, you've got daddy issues?

Wait, Samani rings a bell.

Wasn't he a robber from the '90s?
Are you related to him?

No wonder you're on the case!
They want an expert's opinion!

How about Beaumont,
isn't that the Prefect's name?

It can't be easy
to live with that every day.

I'm not in the force
because of my aunt, okay?

A sensitive subject.

You're a real comedian, Samani.

That's the last time
you call me Samani, okay?

You're pointing your gun at me?

Place your gun on the hood
before I file a report.

A nephew and a snitch.

You should work for Internal Affairs,
not the police.

- Go on, say that again.
- You're all talk.

- Your auntie saved your ass.
- You're the lucky one.

- "Thanks, auntie."
- Remember, you won't be lucky next time.

You weren't suspended
even after the mess you've caused?

Go sit down.

So they're recruiting cops
based on their looks now?

Nice to meet you. I'm Simon.

- A thought came to my mind when I saw you.
- That we're meant to be together?

No. That you look like a dumbass.
Instinct is a crazy thing.

Boss, can I talk to you for a second?

I can't work with that chick.
She's completely nuts.

I'm not here to find you
the perfect partner.

This is the police, not Tinder.

Take your seats.

So, after last week's robberies,

and as per the Prefect's orders,
we'll take over the Bogaert case.

Here's what we know so far.

The Bogaerts are suspected of carrying out
seven attacks on trucks in three years.

This is Tony Bogaert.

The patriarch. His record is as clean
as a Saint-Ouen's whore.

Wow, this guy is a poet.

Cut her some slack, it's her first day.

These are Joss and Stan Bogaert,
his two sons.

As deranged as their father.

As you already know,
the attack left one guard dead,

so in short, the minister has lost
his patience and wants to see results.

- Meaning?
- Meaning I want all hands on deck, 24/7.

No Sundays in bed with the missus
or Disney trips with the kids.

Sort your shit out however you want,
but I want them behind bars

before the minister
has my guts for garters. Is that clear?

Understood. Who's working with us
on this case?

Here's what we'll do.

Hugo and Alia will lead the operations.

- Is that a joke?
- Shut up!

Simon and Dugravot
will support the anti-robbery squad.

Is this a joke, boss?

Whenever he's on a case,
he screws it all up.

Those are the minister's orders, Simon.

If you're not happy,
you can file a complaint,

but print it on soft paper
because I'll use it to wipe my ass!

- Boss, can I talk to you?
- I'm coming!

- Is that understood, Simon?
- Yes, boss.

Fucking nepo baby.

What did you say?
No one pulled the strings for me, okay?

- I was top of my class, just so you know.
- See, that's your problem Beaumont.

You think that makes you a good cop.

Cops prove themselves out in the field.
Who are you in the field?

You're nothing, a nobody!

- You're like a failed Belmondo look-alike.
- Guess what he has to say?

- I'm listening.
- Is your dick-measuring contest over?

Beaumont and Samani,
Forensics are waiting for you.

Briefing's over, come on. Get to it.

So, what have we got here?

€2 million in cash
and two bearer bonds missing.

A dead guard,

and zero fingerprints inside
or outside of the vehicle.

What about the modus operandi?

The same as in the last three robberies.
An ambush, heavy machine guns...

As for the explosive,
we're still waiting for the lab results.

Okay.

No need to wait
given the shape of that hole.

It's clearly a linear C-4

concentrated in a parabolic dome
with a hollow charge.

What? We also have attacks
on armored trucks in Marseille.

And ballistics?

Homemade mercury bullets
fired from handguns.

We're trying to recover the CCTV footage,

but given the angle, it won't be clear.

You've got nothing. We won't get anywhere
with your lousy report.

How dare she talk to me like that?

She's from Marseille.
They're a bit hot-headed.

I'm not hot-headed. I'm just doing my job,

unlike these Forensics geeks.

They'd spend weeks with a Q-tip
and not find a hair on your ass.

What is she insinuating?

Look, I've no choice.
I'm stuck with her on this case.

The sooner you give me something
to sink my teeth into,

the sooner I can get rid of her
and send her home, got it?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

I found a second bullet.

It was lodged behind the first one
which softened the impact

making it perfectly identifiable.

Funny. After some pressure,
she suddenly has more info.

Will you calm down, Samani?
You're not in Marseille.

What did I tell you?
Stop calling me Samani.

If I call you Benchérif,
will you chill out a bit?

Are you done? Did you have fun?

Send me the ballistics report
once you get it.

- Yes.
- And the video surveillance tapes.

- Works for me.
- Come on, let's get going.

Make it quick, for a change.

- Why are you so aggressive?
- I'm not, I just have my own methods.

Making enemies everywhere
isn't a method, it's bullshit.

So far it's always worked for me.

You actually remind me of my dog.

- What did you say?
- I swear.

He belonged to a drug dealer from a case.
I adopted him.

He was very aggressive
and had lost trust in all humans.

Wait, you're comparing me with your mutt?

Yes, because you're the same.
You bark at people, you don't trust them,

but it's just a front.

You should volunteer at a dog shelter.

- You'd learn a lot about yourself.
- Okay, Freud.

When you're done analyzing my life,
feel free to go fuck yourself.

Yeah, I'll consider it.

- Meanwhile, where should I drop you off?
- Stalingrad.

Stalingrad? Only junkies and whores
live there. Which hotel are you in?

My aunt's place, you asshole.

At least it's well-connected,
that's something.

- There isn't even an elevator.
- I said I didn't need your help.

- Then why am I carrying your bags?
- Because you insisted.

- My darling! How are you?
- Auntie! I'm so happy to see you.

I missed you, sweetie.

Stop, auntie. If you keep squeezing me,
I'll suffocate to death.

You didn't tell me
you'd be bringing your fiancé.

You sly little thing.

No, I'm not her fiancé.

- Then who are you?
- My Uber driver.

Very funny. I'm Hugo, her colleague.
Nice to meet you.

Hugo, wonderful.

Come in. I've made you something to eat.
Don't just stand there, come on.

Thanks, but no thanks. He's not hungry.

Is she serious?

Let go.

- What?
- Let go. Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Alia, my darling.

I've made you the dish your mom
used to make when you were little.

I miss her every single day.

I miss her too,

but I know she's here with us.

You look so much like her.
You're just as beautiful as she was.

If she were still here,
she'd be so proud of you, I'm sure.

I'm so happy to see you my darling.

You could come visit me more often,
you know?

I know, but you could visit me too.
Marseille isn't all that far.

Here, my darling. This is for you.

It's from your dad.

You can keep it then.

At least take the time to read it

because it's important, right?

It's not that hard.

Auntie, I know he's your brother, okay?

I'm grateful for everything
you've done for me since Mom died,

but for me, that guy is a stranger. Okay?

My appetite is ruined now.
I'm not hungry anymore.

Alia, please wait. You just got here.

I have a big day tomorrow, okay?
I better get some rest.

Where's your brother?

Where do you think?
Probably with his dancer again.

He's starting to bust my balls
with his girlfriends.

- You're late.
- I was with Sylvia.

We don't give a shit
about who you're fucking.

He's waiting for you.

Hey.

There's more than we expected.

Maybe it's time to take a break,
don't you think?

- Wait, is that you there?
- Yeah.

Where did you get this picture?

I keep it with me
so I never forget one thing.

A woman can kill a man
faster than a bullet.

Love always makes you do stupid shit.

Which one of you did stupid shit?

The one who ditched his family for a girl.

Do you know how to read?

"Guetz's impenetrable hidden treasure."

What's this?

A heist that only comes along
once in a lifetime.

"The famous art collector passed away
this Wednesday at the American Hospital.

"A legal headache since the dandy took
his safe's combination to the grave.

"The notary must get it opened
by experts from the Bank of France."

What the hell is this?

Guetz's safe.

It's a robber's holy grail,
full to the brim with diamonds.

To get it opened, it must be transported
in an armored truck.

We know all about armored trucks.

Okay, but once you've got it,
how will you open it?

Have you seen it?
It must be 1,000 years old, like you.

None of us knows how to open this safe.
Joss is right.

I know someone who can open it for us.

- You shouldn't have come all this way.
- No, don't be silly.

Take a seat.

Have you seen Alia?

I tried to give her your letter,

but she is stubborn.

Look, it's not easy for her, you know.

She's a cop. Her dad is in prison.
It's not easy for Alia.

Well, do you think it's easy for me?

Knowing I have a daughter out there
with my name whom I don't even know.

Actually, about that...

What? What is it?

She decided to change her name.

You know, if you'd told the judge then
what really happened in that bank,

you wouldn't be here now, brother.

You wouldn't be here.

- Yes, Hugo?
- Say,

I did some digging into my partner.

Why team me up with the daughter
of one of the Bogaert's ex-partners?

What's the trap?

There is no trap.

I wanted you
to sniff each other out first.

It's invaluable info, Hugo,

an asset for the investigation,
depending on how you use it.

Now it's up to you.

Right, I've got to go now.

€20 if you shoot the target
between the eyes.

Oh boy! Don't get me hyped up, man.

- I'm in.
- Me too.

So, guys. There's no disputing that.

Well, no.

- Can I play too?
- Yes.

The nepo baby wants to put on a show.

Step aside. Thanks.

Make way for the professional.

Quit acting smart and get on with it.

Watch carefully, I won't do it twice.

There you go.

There's no disputing that.

Excuse me.

This is great.

I wasn't even in shape this morning.

Do you see this here?

- You can shove it up your ass.
- Don't be like that. What's up with you?

Want to double the stakes?
You're running off now?

- Seriously? You're leaving, all of you?
- Shut the hell up.

That's a shame, guys. It was now or never.

If you want,
I'll blindfold myself next time.

€100.

We shoot the same target 20m away.

Whoever hits closest to the skull
wins the cash.

Listen, Alia, you've just got here
so I'll give you a chance to pull out.

This is Paris.
We don't play pétanque here.

Maybe you like to pull out
before you finish,

but I go straight to the goal.

Yeah? Well, you know what?

If you want to play, we'll play,
but you're not ready.

Let's do it.

Lesson number one.

So, guys. Who is the boss?

Seems like this is going
to be a great day.

Told you, straight to the goal.

Please, after you, miss.

- Oh yeah.
- Well played, Beaumont.

All right, that's enough. Alia!

Wait, you cheated back there.
Give me my cash back.

I said the same target, not the same gun.

Typical of Marseille people,
bending the rules.

Why am I not surprised? A thief, like Dad.

What did you say?

Don't mention him again.
I've nothing to do with him.

He's dead to me.

What does the ballistics report say?

According to the report,

the arms used were the same ones
as the last three robberies.

But the bullet that killed the guard
was from a much older weapon.

- I sent a request to archives. We'll see.
- Got the CCTV tapes?

Yeah, right here.
I was waiting to watch them with you.

I figured we could spot something
between the two of us.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing. Showing you the CCTV tapes.

Look.

With those masks on,
we'll never prove it's the Bogaerts.

Yeah, but no need to see their faces
to know where they got their gear.

- Look at the SUV. Notice anything?
- We can't see the license plate, so?

No, but the back wheels are wider
than the front ones.

- Do you want to buy it or what?
- No. It's not that.

It gives the car better balance
at high speeds.

Plus, look closely at the back.
The SUV is slightly raised.

The shock absorbers were inflated
to withstand a heavy weight.

Well done, Auto Moto expert.

How does that information help us?

It helps because the only one
who does that in Paris is Jacky.

I think it'll be easier
to get Jacky to talk than the CCTV.

I agree about the gear,
but how did they know where to get it?

I don't know. Maybe they hacked
into Bling's IT system.

Or maybe someone's sharing
the intel to earn a bit of extra cash.

What are you doing?

- Eating a sandwich. Can't you tell?
- Yes, I can see that,

but you're dreaming if you think
you can eat a sandwich in my car.

- I've just had it vacuumed.
- Someone else should get vacuumed.

Guys and their cars, it's nuts!
Absolutely mental.

Okay, fine. Don't worry
about me getting vacuumed.

I'm doing fine on that front,
thanks very much.

You know what they say, don't you?
Big car...

You want to play games?

How about this for a game. Put that on.

- Seriously?
- Totally. Put it on or you're walking.

There you go, you look perfect like that.

Shut your mouth.

You know what? Let's give him
the "good cop, bad cop" routine.

You can be the bad cop
so you don't have to fake it.

I have a better idea.

Let's do the "one cop talks,
the other has no balls" routine.

You can be the one without balls
so you don't have to fake it.

Jacky, Jacky, Jacky.

- Shit. What do you want from me now?
- Oh yes, yes.

You know very well what I want.
The armored truck team from last week.

I need them.

Why? What happened? I've got nothing.

I don't know anything.

- You don't?
- No.

You serviced a modified SUV,
but you know nothing?

What are you talking about?
I just scrap cars now.

I don't do that anymore.

Truth is, I'm a business owner now.
I quit doing that.

Except that the SUV
carried your signature.

What signature?
You think I sign autographs now?

All of my car mods are on YouTube.
Anyone can copy my techniques.

- I'm not involved. I've nothing to say.
- Still got nothing to say?

Who is this? Keep her on a leash.
Are you crazy?

New recruit, new methods.
Stop wasting my time, Jacky. Hurry up.

I swear on my children's lives
I'm not involved. I have no clue.

- Jacky, you don't have any kids.
- But I could. Still, I've nothing to say.

Hey! What is this?

Well, it's an awesome cabinet.
It's my accountant's cabinet.

He keeps pay slips and paperwork in it.

Okay. So, is it okay with you
if we take a look then?

Of course, but the thing is
he took the key with him.

He always keeps it on his key ring.

- So, you don't have the keys?
- No.

Hear that, Alia? That's a shame.

- Bummer.
- What are you doing?

Well, what's all this then Jacky?

Can't you see?

I rent out my cabinet to him
and he does this? Can you believe it?

I was convinced they were just pay slips.

Because I'm an honest guy, you know?
This is a co-working space.

I don't have the keys, he does.
He gives me cash every month.

He swore to me they were pay slips.
He's my friend, not just anybody.

We were this close.
He's my kids' godfather.

You're nice to people
and this is how they pay you.

I've had it with you. Move it.

Alia, where are you going?

Hey, what are you doing?
This is dangerous! Fuck!

Can you tell me what you're doing?

New recruit, new methods.

Hey, I'll report you!
I know people. You'll see!

Shit.

You have two minutes before you end up
with your balls for earrings!

Hugo, talk to her.
I don't know anything, I swear!

There's nothing I can do.
She's out of control.

I don't know anything.

Fuck, she's out of her mind! Hugo!

Stop this thing!

Get me out of here!

Okay. I worked on the SUV,
but I didn't know what they'd do with it!

See? Now you speak!

Where are they staying?

I don't know. I just drop the gear off
in public places.

Get me out of here!

Go on, bring him down.
He gets it now. Bring him down.

Are there any more drop-offs planned?

I don't know. I don't know anything!

- Don't fuck with me, Jacky!
- I swear!

You bitch!

- You're going to crush him. Get him out!
- Shut it.

At the Penalty. Tomorrow night, 9:00 p.m.
Stop this thing!

How did they know about the truck's route?

- Get him out! Get him out!
- They've got a snitch, a mole. Stop now!

Stop messing around! You'll crush him!

The informant's name?

- Get him out. You'll crush him! Hurry!
- Pat! His name is Pat!

I've got his address in the office.
Stop now, I'll give you everything.

- That's enough now. Shut it down!
- I'm turning it off.

Shut it down! No!

- It's not working.
- What do you mean?

- Stop that fucking machine!
- I want to, but I can't!

- What do you mean you can't?
- Turn the key. She's a dumbass!

- Jacky, God damn it!
- Jacky, how do we turn the machine off?

The button! Turn the... The red button!

Hurry! Get him out, Alia! For fuck's sake!
The button at the top! Shit!

Are you out of your mind or what?

It's fine. He's not dead.

Oh, God. That's better.

- Are you all right, Jacky?
- I'm going to press charges, you'll see.

Listen, don't move. We'll get you out.

Don't move? Are you a fucking idiot?

Hey! Don't thank me
on behalf of your kids, okay?

If there's a problem,
I'm just behind the door. Just call me.

Why would there be a problem?

The guy you're about to see
isn't listed on the register.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

But to be able to do that,
he must have friends in high places.

You're the guy
with friends in high places?

I should have known.

What the hell are you doing here?

Long time no see, my old friend.

Eighteen years.

Eighteen fucking years.

Listen,

I haven't really had a chance to do this,
so here goes.

I wanted to thank you.

I did what I had to do.

You could've written me a brief letter.

You've got a very busy schedule.

So, come on. Spit it out.

Why are you here?

To get you out.

To get me out?

I've only got two years left in here.

You're a bit late to the party, Bogaert.

Wait!

You've always been like a brother to me.

I'm here to settle things and pay my debt.

We can't change the past, but...

we can make up for lost time.

I need you for a job.

Guetz's safe.

We've always dreamt of it, remember?

What I do remember
is doing 20 years to save your ass,

and the only time you come to see me

is to talk to me about a job.

You haven't changed, have you?

All you think about is yourself.

Just go home.

Guard, I'm done here.

USB DRIVE

I have to send you the entire file.
You'll be able to spot that truck easily.

It's marked "Special Transport."

Come on, pull over. It's here.

Still in a huff?

Come on, we'd better gear up.

Gear up? He's a Bling's employee,
not Al Capone.

He's also an informant.
I've a bad feeling about him.

- What?
- We've brought almost nothing with us.

- This is "almost nothing" to you?
- Well, yeah.

Do what you like. I'm gearing up.

- You're gearing up?
- Yeah.

Wait. It'd be a shame to gear up
and not put this on.

- You're right.
- Of course.

There you go.

We'll put this on you too. You never know.

You're missing one tiny thing.

There you go. Now you're all set.

You're kidding, right?

No, why? You wanted to gear up, right?

Put this on or you'll get shot
and start bawling.

So annoying.

And... why do you have
grenade launchers in your trunk?

Because I like them.

Shit, the cops are here.
We need to get out of here.

Did you tip them off?

Fuck, Joss, what are you doing?

We're just friends chilling,
but the cops show up. What's that?

- Do you want to fuck us over?
- Hurry up. They're coming up the stairs.

- We can't even breathe in all this shit.
- It's fine.

It's fine...

Joss, why would I tip off the cops?

That'd also get me in deep shit.

Fuck. Just grab the USB and let's go.

91% COPYING IN PROGRESS.

What are you doing?

I'm getting my gun out
during an operation. It's procedure.

What a load of crap.
Look, do you see this?

You see that?

It'll happen fast, so watch carefully.

There we go.

That's the procedure. "I get my gun out."

COPYING FILES TO USB
99% COPYING IN PROGRESS.

Give it here.

Mr. Janbier?

- We'll come back another time.
- Wait.

Don't you hear that?

There's a ladder on the balcony
leading to the roof. I'll stall them.

Sounds like a shotgun magazine.

A shotgun? What a load of shit.

Can you also hear a tank
while you're at it?

Pleasure working with you.

Joss, no!

Shit, Hugo! Hugo, wake up!

See why we wear these shitty vests now?
What did I tell you. Damn it, Hugo!

What are you doing? Catch them!

Officer down. Send backup. Claudel Street.

- What are you doing? Jump.
- I can't.

- Can't what?
- I'm scared of heights.

Why did you come then?

Idiot! Run, they'll get away!

What do you think I was doing
before you freaked out?

- Hugo, wait!
- What?

They went that way.

Are you serious?

Come on. Go, go!

Faster!

Hugo, what the fuck are you doing?

Chasing Stan. The other guy
took off down Martyrs Street.

Okay, I'll close off the whole block.

Damn it. Hugo, where are you?

- Where do you think I am? I'm on the roof!
- Where are you, damn it?

Block all exits. Hugo is on the roof.

On the roof?

What don't you get about
"Hugo is on the roof."?

The backup is here. Where do I send them?

Why is she talking to me like that?

Hey, if nepo baby is on the roof,

your problem isn't the suspect escaping,
but whatever shit Hugo is trying to pull.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's what I meant by it.

Hey, guys!

Fuck.

- Hurry up, damn it!
- This guy's one hell of a pain in the ass!

Fuck it.

Give me your hand.

- What are you doing?
- I'm not a cop killer.

Stan, what are you doing?

Get back here, God damn it!

- Not you guys.
- For fuck's sake, Belmondo.

What were you trying to do, Belmondo?
Seriously, man!

You thought you were in a movie?

Hey, where is Stan?

Where do you think?

For fuck's sake!
You just had to chase him!

Why didn't you do it then?

Without the vest,
you wouldn't be here to talk back.

- Fine!
- Hey,

save your honeymoon bickering
for the boss, okay?

I love you guys and it's a great view,
but uncuff this fool so we can go.

It's fine, it's fine!

What the fuck were you doing?

I don't know, sightseeing.

I had the cops on my ass
thanks to this fool.

Got the USB drive?

- Why did you kill that guy?
- Why do you think?

Your guy was a snitch.

I cleaned up your fucking mess.

For every dead body,
we have 20 more cops on our backs.

So what? The cops are already after us.

The problem is
you don't have the balls to act.

Enough!

Your brother did exactly what he had to.

The cops have never caught us
and they're not about to.

Except they're not the same cops,
they're higher up.

We should pass on this job.
I have a bad feeling.

Why? So you can go fuck your whore?

- No!
- Say that again!

- Who do you think you are?
- For fuck's sake!

You get mad every time we mention her.
Will you calm down?

- We're family for fuck's sake!
- Family? Us?

Don't make me laugh.

We're not your sons, but your pawns.

Sylvia was right.
I should have gotten out a long time ago.

Stan.

Stan!

I want you to follow your brother.

I want to know what he's saying
to that chick about our business.

As for these new cops,
I want to know who they are.

Okay, I'm on it.

For fuck's sake. Seriously, Beaumont?

We've got no intel or clues
or anything to track them down.

The boss will be happy again.

Did you see their faces
before they beat your ass?

I saw their faces, yeah.
It was Stan Bogaert.

The other one must be his brother.

We're done here.

We'll send in the medical examiner.

Don't touch anything.

We're off. We'll leave you
to sort your shit out.

Wait. We found this.
I believe it's yours, isn't it?

Be more careful next time.

What are you doing?
She said don't touch anything.

Help me out.
I think there's a laptop here.

- I'd never touch a dead person.
- Help me!

No way, he's dead!

He's not dead. He's taking a nap.
He's sleeping, just resting.

- You're a fucking pain.
- Come on, grab him.

- Gross.
- On three, we flip him.

- One, two, three.
- I'm going to puke.

- See, what did I tell you?
- Fuck, that's disgusting.

It's all over my shoes now.

For fuck's sake.

FACIAL RECOGNITION

Shit.

- Now that's going too far. Too far.
- He's just taking a nap.

ACCESS GRANTED

- Fuck, I knew it.
- What is it? Have you found anything?

Here are all of the files he gave them.

Let's see.

Must be intel about the next truck
they plan to rob.

You bet. All of Bling's routes.

Ninety routes.

We're making great progress.

You can sift through your shitty lead.

I'll go to archives to see
if the heist weapon isn't already listed.

That way, one of us does something useful.

- How will I get back to the station?
- Take the subway.

At least you won't be scared
of heights underground.

Good evening.

Hi.

- Hi, Stan.
- How are you?

Stan?

What are you doing here?

You're right.
I can't live like this anymore.

What happened?

Did you talk to your dad?

Listen to me.

This will be my last job.
After that I'll stop.

We'll have enough cash
to live together far from here.

But now,
it's too late to leave them hanging.

You know what?

Live your life and I'll live mine.

As long as you're with them,
I don't want to see you.

- Sylvia.
- Please leave.

I have to get ready.

I've got a real job to do.

I'll talk to him.

I'll find the right time.

Yeah?

He's coming out of Paradis Latin.
He went crying back to his chick.

- What are you waiting for?
- What? Want me to invite her for a coffee?

Even if she knows stuff, she won't blab.

You sort it out.
I want to find out what she knows.

Any news on the cops?

The guy on the roof was Hugo Beaumont,

the Prefect's nephew.

The chick just got here
from Marseille. Samani.

Samani?

Yes. Alia Samani.

Alia Samani? Are you sure?

- Well, yeah. Want me to take care of her?
- No.

Just do what I asked.

I'll handle the cops.

SEALED

DO NOT OPEN

BALLISTICS REPORT

Bye, girls!

COMMENTS: BULLET 1 SCRATCH
WEAPON BERETTA 92

SECURITY GUARD KILLED

Holy shit.

STRAIGHT TO THE GOAL

Did you sleep here?

No girlfriend then?

No, I don't have time for one.

Come on, let's go work out at the gym.

Then you can tell me what you found.
I can't wait!

Go on, spit it out.
What did you find out from the archives?

The weapon used to kill the guard
was used during a robbery 20 years ago.

What's the big discovery?

That it was your dad's gun.

- So?
- What do you mean, "So"?

How does a gun
that's been missing for 20 years

end up in a robbery five days ago?

Maybe it never was your dad's gun.

Maybe he was imprisoned
for something he didn't do.

- He might be innocent, Alia.
- Innocent?

You think a guy who abandoned his family
to rob banks is innocent?

Stop talking about my dad.
This is the last time.

He didn't abandon you.
He just got arrested for robbing banks.

He's still your father.

My father?

Take it easy!

- I'm trying to make progress on the case.
- Trying to make progress? So am I.

What's up with you? You crazy?
I think you're confused. I'm out of here.

No, you're not. I'm not done yet.

I'm confused?

You think you know him
because you read a report?

He only cares about himself.

We may be able to arrest
one of the Bogaerts

when they meet Jacky tonight.

So focus on our only lead
and stop pissing me off about my dad.

You okay, Hugo?

I told you I'm not interested.

I know, but perhaps your daughter will be.

Listen, old pal, business is business.

She may be your daughter, but she's a cop
who is starting to seriously piss me off.

If you touch my daughter, you're dead.

Do what I ask
and nothing will happen to her.

How can I? I'm in jail, asshole.

You're going to ask your lawyer
for probation leave on the 21st.

As soon as you get that,

call me at this number.

What if I don't get it?

You better get it,
for your daughter's sake.

Guard, I'm done here.

That bastard. That fucking bastard.
Fucking bastard!

What's wrong with you?

Calm down!

- You'll end up in the hole.
- All right.

Fine, I'll calm down. I'll calm down.

Find me a phone and fast.

No problem.

Fuck, man, aren't you sick
of eating that shit?

My coach told me to bulk up.

Is your coach also Belgian by any chance?

You sure don't need a coach
to talk bullshit.

What the fuck is he doing?

What's going on?
Will we be here all night?

No, I'm telling you he'll come.

If he doesn't, I'll crush him.

There, look. That's him there.
He's looking pretty chilled.

Shit.

Simon, Dugravot.
Jacky just walked into the bar.

Either his contact is already inside
or he's on his way.

What's your amazing plan
this time, Beaumont?

The plan is to not lose them.

We wait for them to be alone
before moving in.

That's a shitty plan.
Why not arrest them right now?

You don't get it, do you?

Just think. We must arrest them
with the goods.

One of the Bogaert sons is coming in.

Okay, you know what?

He didn't see you at the snitch's place.
You go.

Here, put this on.

Are you serious, Hugo?
No way I'm wearing that.

If you don't put it on, your cover
will be blown right away. Now hurry up.

- You're really pissing me off.
- Go on.

- All good?
- Yeah, ready. Let's go.

Alia, wait!

One for your colleagues.

- Take that. Go fuck yourself.
- Perfect!

Fuck! Alia, your mic is still on.

- Got the stuff?
- Yeah, here.

It's parked next to the bar.

Sublevel 2. A black SUV.
Parking space 247.

Everything's in the trunk.

Fuck you, Marseille!

Fuck you, Marseille!

Are you serious? It's PSG vs OM tonight?
You disgust me.

Don't complain. You're wearing
the winning team's jersey for once.

Okay, enjoy the game.

Shit! I lost Joss with all your bullshit.

So now it's my fault?

For fuck's sake, Alia.

Wait, I've got him. Stay there with Jacky.
I'll see what he's up to.

I'm going into the parking garage.

Sublevel 2.

Shit, say that again.
I can't hear shit with all this racket.

I said I'm on sublevel 2
of the parking garage. Copy that?

Alia, I'm under fire here.

Alia, can you hear me?

- Don't move. We're coming.
- Stay there. I'll handle it this time.

He's going to fuck it up once again
trying to fly solo.

Right, that's it. I'm going.

Wait? He said don't move.

We're arresting Joss Bogaert tonight,
whether he likes it or not.

Alia, your earpiece is on.
You're blocking the line.

Turn your mic off, God damn it!

Just fucking shoot!

What do you think I'm doing?

Alia, I need backup.

- Alia, can you hear me?
- He strikes!

You fucking asshole!

- Fuck you and your family!
- What did you say?

Who are you talking to? Alia?

Alia!

Guys, he's leaving the garage.

Okay, we'll bust him coming off the ramp.

Don't arrest him with all those fans
out there. Just follow him.

Go fuck yourself, Beaumont!

Fuck! Don't lose him.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What am I doing?

He took off in the SUV.

It's over, Bogaert!

Come out with your hands on your head.

Fuck! We're cops, God damn it!

Yeah sure, and I'm Beyoncé.

No!

Yeah! You Parisians can suck my balls!
Fuck, yes!

What? It's fine. It's okay.

Okay.

All right.

Fuck you, Marseille!

Shit!

Get out of the way! No filming.
Take them away!

It's fine, let them go. They're cops.

I told you to stay put.

Shit.

Guys, you should inform us
when you're on an operation.

Shut up! I'll send you a fax, asshole!

Inform us when you're on an operation!

Okay, you pussies. Keep your fucking hands
behind your backs and repeat after me.

To arms!

To arms!

We are the people of Marseille!

We are the people of Marseille!

And we're going to win, hooray!

- And we're going to win, hooray!
- Now that's how I like it!

Alia, what the fuck are you doing?
Where is Jacky?

He left just before my chanting lesson.

You're all pissing me off tonight.

Where were we? To arms!

- Are you serious?
- You were in a hurry.

I did it as fast as I could.

Right.

Fucking hell.

I'm sorry.

Go to bed, just go.

You are unable
to support each other, right? Rookies.

What made you think you could shoot
in the middle of a crowd of fans?

But, boss, it was Joss Bogaert.
We had him...

Please, "We had him."
Were is Bogaert now then?

I don't see anyone here
who looks like him, just a bunch of jerks!

We did identify his vehicle though.

Yeah, Benchérif. If I were you,
I'd keep my head down

as goofing around with the fans
while your colleagues got pelted

is reason enough to boot you all the way
back to Marseille faster than the TGV!

Unbelievable, for crying out loud!

And there's more.
I haven't mention social media yet.

The whole of fucking France
is laughing at us! Cops arresting cops!

What a fantastic teamwork!
We look like fucking dickheads!

Tell me something.

How are things?
Am I bothering you too much?

Coffee, boss?

Get the fuck out of here.

Sorry about that.

Simon and Dugravot, your badges and guns.

- What? This has to be a joke, boss.
- Now!

Hey.

If it's a badge you need, then take mine.

I told my men to intervene.

They just obeyed my orders.

You piss me off, Beaumont.

You think I won't fire you because you're
the Prefect's fucking nephew?

The case was assigned to me, right?

I should take responsibility
for my mistakes, not my men.

Take this back then.

I won't take them away from you now
that you decided to become a real cop.

Finally.

Guys, we have no choice now.

Either you help me take down the Bogaerts
or you can go fuck your mothers.

Hey, why did he cover for us?

To save your asses, dumb shits.

To save your heads.

My mom has nothing to do with this.
It's true, she doesn't.

Hello?

Hugo, there's a call for Alia.
A guy says he has info on the robbery.

Put him through.

- Inspector Beaumont, I'm listening.
- I'd like to speak to Alia.

She's not here. I'm her colleague.
If you have info, tell me.

No, I don't talk to cops.

Great idea calling the station then,
you genius.

- I want to talk to my daughter.
- Your daughter?

Samani?

Samani, is that you?

Look, I know we don't know each other,
but I know you didn't kill that guard.

How do you know that?

I looked up your file.
The trial was botched.

The weapon that shot him has resurfaced.

So you did 20 years for someone else,
as you know all too well.

I can get you out of there.

What are you talking about?

According to the report,
the security guard triggered the alarm,

but given the position he was found in,
it was clearly set up,

which means that whoever shot him

moved the body
and then triggered the alarm system.

That's why you got stuck in the vault.

He pinned the murder on you
and washed his hands of you.

Samani?

Samani?

You better have proof
of everything you're claiming.

I have it all in front of me.

So, if you have info on the Bogaerts,
it's now or never.

He came to see me, in the visiting room.

To offer me a job.

- What do you mean?
- Who is it?

No one.

Alia... Hey, listen up, pig.

They'll hurt my daughter
if I don't help them.

So, make sure nothing
happens to her, okay?

I'll take care of the Bogaerts.

Hello? Hello?

- What?
- Who was it?

They called by mistake.
I couldn't understand. It was...

Yes, hello?

I'll open that safe for you.

Sylvia...

Who did this to you, my love?

Who did this to you?

- Joss.
- What do you mean, Joss?

It was him?

Sylvia, answer me. Was it Joss?

He said he'd kill me if I saw you again,

but I don't want
to raise our baby by myself.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was waiting for the right moment too.

Stan?

Stan!

- Know why she's called us in?
- I know her inside out.

Given the progress we've made on the case,
it must be to congratulate us.

- I'm taking you off the case.
- What? You can't do that!

- Wow, you really know her inside out.
- Enough.

I met with the minister.

After the videos at Parc des Princes
went viral,

he's put the Investigation Brigade
in charge now.

Sorry, but I have no choice.

No choice? Our progress
on the investigation doesn't count?

I'll take that as a no.

All that matters to you
is keeping your ass warm in your seat.

Get a grip or it won't be just this case
I'll remove you from.

You're here thanks to me.

Thanks to you?

What now?

That's it then?

Sorry, there's nothing else I can do.

You'll be on the first train
to Marseille tomorrow.

- Madam Prefect?
- What?

We'll get our approved reassignments
on our desks by tomorrow noon, right?

So, technically, and I mean technically,

we still have 24 hours on this case.

Do you see what I'm saying?

I do indeed.

What's gotten into you
to talk to her like that?

She may be your aunt,
but she's the Prefect.

I don't know, it just came out.

I keep screwing up since you got here.

Fuck! I'm going to get fired now for sure.

It's fine, relax. She won't fire you.

What you said to her must have worked.
She gave us 24 hours.

She did?

Of course, I know her inside out.
I told you!

I had to talk to her like that.
I had to show her who's the man.

All right, The Rock.
We've got 24 hours and still no leads.

We do, we have your father's lead.

Hugo, stop talking about my dad.

Look, he called the station last night.
He wanted to speak to you.

The Bogaerts threatened to hurt you
if he didn't help them on their next job,

so he must have some intel for us.

Okay.

My dad called yesterday
and you're only telling me now?

You piss me off, Hugo. Okay?

Look at me. I've never needed
my dad's help or attention, okay?

He abandoned me 20 years ago
and I'm doing just fine. Got it?

He didn't abandon you, Alia.
It was Bogaert who set him up.

If he wasn't in prison,
he'd have looked after you.

Listen.

Let's go see him and offer him a deal.

If he helps us nail the Bogaerts,

we'll reopen his case.

My whole life
I've told myself to hate him.

I'll never be able
to look him in the eye. Never.

I'll be there with you.

I won't leave your side.

It's going to be fine.

Chill out.

A hug, seriously?

- It wasn't a hug.
- It was.

You weren't feeling okay,
so I showed support.

Who isn't okay?

- I could feel you flexing. "My muscles!"
- I did not!

- You did.
- It's because of my intermittent fasting.

I didn't flex my muscles at all.

DETENTION CENTER

I brought you your toys.

Don't worry, it'll be fine. Okay?

Yes?

- Inspector Beaumont.
- Hello.

We have an urgent request
to question inmate Samani.

- Samani?
- Yes.

We just granted him
24 hours of temporary leave.

- He left five minutes ago.
- You're kidding?

Did no one inform you?

He must be with them.

Shit.

- Hello?
- Guys,

someone called Alia's desk
last night around 11:30.

Find the number's geolocation.
We could bust the Bogaerts.

Calm down. It's out of our hands, bro.

If we get busted, Charrier will kill us.
The Investigation Brigade is on it now.

This is our case, don't let me down now.

Let me remind you
that I got you out of traffic duty.

Put your friend on.
He may be less useless than you.

Fine. Fuck the Investigation Brigade.
We got your back.

Well, move your asses then.

We received a report yesterday.

Someone recognized
Stan Bogaert at Salpêtrière Hospital.

He apparently visited a pregnant woman
who got beaten up.

Great, are you a midwife now?
Send us the fucking GPS signal.

Fucking seatbelt.

Come on. Hurry up, bro.

Samani, 11:00 p.m. Who called her?

Did you get the geolocation?

Yes, I got it.

Take the next right.

- Turn right. It was back there!
- Can you tell me a bit sooner?

Sooner? What didn't you get
about "turn right"?

You're a shitty copilot.
Just say it earlier next time, that's all.

- Now, where do we go?
- Go straight. That should be okay for you.

Straight across.

- What? You had to take the tunnel!
- Fuck!

Tell me to take the tunnel then,
not "straight across."

Shit, they're going to hit us!

Shit!

Drive!

Package delivered.

Four minutes, let's go.

Move it.

The signal's stopped moving.
They're on the quay.

You're giving me a tour of Paris.
Hurry up, grandma!

I'll handle things when we get there.
Let's act composedly.

I hope you didn't overload it.

You know me...
I'm all about finesse and dexterity.

What did you say about acting composedly?

You have three minutes.

Move it! Get out of the way!
What's he doing with his hand?

Keep going.

- I can't get through.
- You can.

- It won't go through.
- It fucking will!

- Does it look like it fit?
- It's because you're a bad driver.

Want to take over?

Shit.

- My dad's in there!
- So we should let them kill us?

What the hell are you doing?
Shoot over my car, not through it!

Your fucking car was already wrecked.

How far along are you?

It's a pendulum system.

The safe must be upright,
otherwise I can't open it.

What are you playing at?

Back then you'd open these safes
with one hand behind your back.

Why did you set off the alarm?

What are you talking about?

- I'll go. You cover me.
- I have a better idea.

What are you doing?

Shit!

Open this fucking safe
or I'll kill you, God damn it!

Why did you do it, Tony?

- We were like brothers.
- Brothers?

You stole the woman I loved
and you call me "brother?"

She never loved you.

If I couldn't have her, no one could!

They'll try to escape on that boat.

I'll go, boats are my thing.

For fuck's sake, get back here.
What are you doing?

I said I'll do it.

Where the fuck have you been?

- Where have I been?
- What the hell! What are you doing?

You talk too much to your girlfriend.
She has brainwashed you!

That was a warning.

What are you going to do? Kill me?

Listen carefully.
Your daughter is out there.

I promise that
if you don't open the fucking safe,

she'll be joining her mother.

Your turn now, buddy.

Where is Joss?

He went that way.

Take care of him.
I'll chase the other one.

Snitching on your brother now?

The asshole beat up
my pregnant girlfriend.

Did he also kill the Bling's guy?

Yes, the security guard too.

- Go on, get out of here.
- What?

Go. Leave all of this bullshit behind.
I'll give you one chance, not two.

But why?

I don't want your kid to grow up
without a father, okay?

Now beat it.

Fuck.

You two had things to discuss.

It's over for you now Bogaert.

Get up!

Put your guns down!

Put your guns down
or I'll blow the girl off the quay.

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

You can't. He's pointing
a rocket launcher at me.

I won't let him get away this time.

- On three, I'll kill him.
- No. I'll handle it.

Alia, don't do that.

Damn it, Alia!

Alia, what the hell are you doing? Alia!

Move or I'll kill you!

Move.

Fuck!

Hey, asshole!

- I found this in your bag.
- What is she doing?

Do you know what it's for?
Don't lose your shit. I've got an idea.

Straight to the goal.

- It's okay, it'll be fine. Okay?
- Alia...

The emergency services are on their way.
It's fine, they're coming.

They're coming, it's fine.

- My daughter.
- You're not going to die. You're not.

Look at me, you're not going to die.
You're not going to die.

- My little girl.
- It's all right.

What have you guys done?

Great timing! We finished here long ago.

So that's what it is? When you solve
a case, you've done it without us.

You want the medal all for yourself.
Well done.

Move your asses.

There was a lot of traffic.

Don't worry. The bullet didn't hit
any vital organs.

He's out of danger.

You hear that, Dad?

Everything will be fine.
They'll take care of you.

What did you call me?

Dad.

Inspector Benchérif?

So then?

- Should we get your dad out of prison?
- It's not Benchérif.

It's Inspector Samani.

When Guerrin warned me
there was going to be a bit of a mess,

- I think he spared me the details.
- It's odd because we acted so composedly.

Yeah, that's true.

Well, I received your report
and conclusions.

Well? Is there room for a retrial?

You're stubborn, Beaumont.

That's a good thing.
We need stubborn cops.

I hate it when people meddle
in my family business.

But thank you.

So after all that,
all I get is a shitty thank you?

What else?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

- You just kissed me.
- So we're getting married now? Chill!

- No way!
- Some stable guy you seem to be.

- Seems logical.
- We're not getting married.

- You kissed me.
- I'm not living in a detached house.

- You kissed me.
- Go fuck yourself!

Seriously, the vicious dog is back?

Stop comparing me with your dog.
One kiss and you close your eyes.

- First of all, I did not close my eyes.
- Yeah, sure.

You came up to me and jumped on me.

My God, you stuck out your tongue.
You disgust me.

Nonsense. You had something in your hair.

And you closed your eyes...

- Gotta move that car, guys.
- It's not ours.

It's not yours? Whose is it?

It says "Police" here.

Fuck.

We can't get out.
There's a car blocking us.

Sir?

I need your name
for the hospital admission, please.

Fuck! They weren't far off at all.

All they had to do was...

Sesame. Call me Sesame.

Sesame?

Looks like Guetz's treasure
was just a legend.

What else did you expect from Beaumont?

Sorry, guys.

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