All language subtitles for Braquo S01E03 BRD 720p

Start dammit! Start!

They're on our fucking tail!
How'd they get here so fast?

Two individuals in a pale BMW,
registration unknown...

They're bloody everywhere!
Right turn! Right turn!

Switch on the fucking lights!
We're going to crash!

Head in a Bag

- When d'you need it for?
- You're the artist, Rocky.

Bring me the money
and it'll be ready tonight

No worries. Anything we can
use in the meantime?

I've just had a Cayenne brought in.

V8 twin turbo engine, 500 hp.

Top speed 275 kmh.

You can have all the cops
in the world tailing you,

but in the end they'll be
no closer to catching your ass.

What shit have you got
yourselves into this time?

Call me when it's ready...

See You

It was legitimate defence, Walter.
We had no choice.

No, it's all my fault.
I got you into this nightmare.

Nonsense. No one was
forced to do anything.

We're like family. If we let
that go, we've got nothing.

I just wasn't prepared, that's all.

Come on, this is no time for regrets.
Try to catch a bit of sleep.

Hi, Roxane...

- What's happened, then?
- Same method as the Albanians.

They exploded the iron curtain
with a 4X4 and then got inside.

They tore out the terminal
with a cable winch.

- Any witnesses?
- A night watchman.

He sat in his car
the whole time, shitting himself.

He saw 3 masked, armed men,
and the 4X4 is a Land Rover.

He didn't manage to get its number
but said it was a green Defender.

Okay...

Start a search of the wasteland areas
and any other disused land nearby.

They can't have gone far
dragging a cashpoint behind them.

They'll have opened it nearby.
Get it checked for prints

in case they were
dumb enough to leave any.

what about house-to-house
enquiries and plaintiff statements?

I need more people. Théo's not
picking up. Where is he?

- I dunno. Resting at home?
- I doubt it.

I sent an emergency squad
to his place, and there's no answer.

Give it here, dammit!

Come on...

- Here.
- Thanks.

Feeling better?

- What're you doing?
- Calling the doctor.

- But he'll see I'm wasted...
- Yes, and that your eardrum's blown.

- What the hell have you done, Théo?
- Nothing, I promise...

Don't take the piss. What have
you done ? Just look at your ear!

You've been shot!
What happened?

It was Lemoine...

He was at Pacha last night.

He found me in the bogs,
totally by chance.

He wanted the name
of the person who grassed him up.

Did you tell him?

I don't fucking believe it...

He had a gun!
You'd have done the same!

No I wouldn't,
and you know why?

Because you're the cokehead,
not me.

You and your coke-addled brain
are what set all this shit in motion!

I'm scared, Eddy.
I need you to help me.

See you tonight, dears.
Work hard, won't you?

Wow, that's heavy...

If ever another policemen
comes to the house and asks questions,

You've seen and heard nothing.
You don't know a thing.

What happens here is no one's
business but ours. Okay?

And whatever happens,
just remember one thing.

I've always tried to do my best
for you both and your mum.

Come on...

You'd better hurry
or you'll be late.

- Hello?
- It's me.

Meet me next to Lornach's chambers.
The shit's hit the fan.

Where were you? Do you never
call back when you're needed?

- I was in hospital.
- Bitten by some bird, I bet.

Yeah. whatever.

Captain Fargette, this is Lieutenant
Valera from the Criminal Brigade.

He's taken on
the Hoffman brothers'murder case.

They were shot yesterday
in a dive in Garenne Colombe,

apparently by two guys
who fled in a grey BMW.

- Any registration number?
- 556 FVA 92. It's a false plate.

Any progress on the raid
at the shopping centre?

The Land Rover was nearby.
General Inspectorate are checking it.

The area's swarming with birds.

Yeah, all wearing Louis Vuitton
and dining on caviar. Forget it.

So, what's the fuck-up?

Théo's told Lemoine about Lornach...

- Why did he do that?
- I'll explain.

- Lornach's as good as dead.
- Are you sure he isn't already?

I called his chambers and hung up
when I was transferred to him.

What're we going to do?

We can't tail him 24/7, and if we
warn him, our cover's blown.

It's already blown. Lornach
sussed me at headquarters.

He recognised my voice and told
Bordier, who gave me the low-down.

For now Bordier's keeping quiet,
but he can't sit idly by for long.

If Lornach decides to talk,
we're in the shit.

- Any leads in the Hoffman case?
- Nothing, as yet.

I reckon it was a deal gone wrong.

There were traces of cocaine
all over the office.

What about the guys in the BMW?
Any news on them?

We know they're tall
and have a good aim.

One shot in the heart,
the other in the carotid artery.

Precision shooting.

- Anything in terms of DNA?
- We'll get nothing.

The bloody constables didn't bother
to preserve the crime scene.

All we'd be analysing would be
the hairs off some cop's butt.

That doesn't matter though.
The guys were bunglers.

These things always
come out in the wash.

Hey, we found a print on
the Land Rover from the robbery.

According to our records,
it belongs to this ugly mug.

Tony Cerda. He has a history of
car theft and receiving stolen goods.

I've checked out his address, but
he's moved out and left no trace.

- See you.
- Cheers.

I know this face from some
shitty case not long ago.

He'll be in Montrouge.
We never got him in the end.

- Do you know his address?
- No, but I know where he stays.

I'll keep you posted.

I'm sure that deep down,
you wish you were like them.

Why do you say that?

Because they are the best,
and we all want to be the best.

Instead, we sit still,
taking no risks,

and wait for these that we so admire
to make a mistake...

A mistake that can make us
into the heroic winners.

Don't you agree with me?

Let's say I have
a different idea of heroism.

I'm just asking you this question:

Do these cops really deserve your
relentless attempts to destroy them?

I thought the two of us wanted
to see their heads roll?

I don't like them but that
doesn't mean I don't need them.

What do you want from me?

You want me to turn a blind eye
on the crap they leave in their wake?

I'm asking for tact and precision.
They're the best cops we have.

That means we have
no margin for error.

The day you bring them to me,
they must be tied hand and foot,

and looking at 15 or 2o years inside.

It's up to you
to make the case airtight.

Here he comes.

Where's that fucker come from?

- We've got to take him down!
- Not here. Too many people.

He's taking him for a drive.
What do we do?

We tail them,
then hit them on the motorway
.

- What's he playing at!
- Move it!

I don't bloody believe it!

We'll get them after the bridge.

Shit! I don't believe it!
He's just shot him.

What the fuck do they want?

- Get the gipsy. the nutter, to come.
- Okay, okay.

- Do you know where I can find Tony.
- Who are you?

- You don't need to know.
- I don't know anyone called Tony.

Now piss off
before I rip off your other ear.

I heard you used to
suck him off in prison.

We'll soon see
who sucks who off, motherfucker!

Stop it you idiots!
You'll kill him!

I said stop! If you want to finish
him off, do it outside.

Shit! Cops!

- He's probably one of them.
- No chance.

No cops has balls
big enough to come here.

Check him, all the same.

He's got nothing on him.
Who are you, you bloody mongrel?

Where's Tony?

Get him out of here,
the piece of shit.

It's okay, we're police.

Could I see the
papers all the same?

The guys who used it before us
didn't return the papers.

You can check it though.
It's all good.

- Looks like fun in the CID.
- Study harder you never know.

Okay. On your way.

Hey, motherfucker!

He's knackered my car,
the son of a bitch!

You're fucking dead, you bastard!
You're fucking dead!

I hope you've got
fire cover for this, loser.

Wait. Wait!
What the fuck are you doing?

You've got 3 seconds.
Where is he?

- Why do you want to find him?
- Three seconds.

I've only got his number! Don't!

- I'm all ears.
- 06 14 32 32 55.

Don't do it! For fucks sake.
don't do it!

If he finds out I'm after him,
you and your poof friends are dead.

Oh, shit!

My car!

What the fuck are you all watching,
you bunch of dickheads!

Take the car back to Rocky, pick up
the BMW, and I'll see you tomorrow.

What do we do about Lornach?

We'll talk about that tomorrow.
I need time to think.

- See you.
- Bye.

Criminal Brigade are here.
They're on the Hoffman case.

- What have those losers done now?
- They're dead.

Shot with a Magnum.

Fargette.. We've met before.
Sixth form.

- It was a long time ago.
- Oh yeah. I remember. Sure.

This is Lieutenant Valera.
He graduated 6 months back.

Still waiting for his balls to drop!

At least they won't
cause you any more hassle!

- Who?
- The Hoffman brothers.

- Have you found anything?
- We're still looking.

Any ideas?

You're Criminal Brigade, not me.

Ok, thanks...
Cool, I've got the address.

- 17 Allée des Roses, Bagneux.
- What address?

- Cerda's address.
- Tony Cerda.

His prints were on the Land Rover
used to rip out the cashpoint.

Théo used his contacts
to get hold of the address.

There was no sign of you,
so we just had to get on with it.

Could I have a quick word?

- Where were you last night?
- Why? Did you miss me?

You're leading us into the abyss,
Eddy. Don't you see it?

First Benaissa, now the Hoffman
brothers. What is your plan. exactly?

Destroy the whole world
to avenge Max' death?

- What are you talking about?
- Don't take me for a fool.

I might not have your balls,
but my eyes work just fine.

You leave in a BMW and return
in a Cayenne, looking like death.

Someone mentioned false plates
that match ones we have here.

And then you're all day,
with no news.

If you're so sure, why leave those
idiots leafing through the archives?

Because I don't know what's going on
and I'm afraid. Don't you get it?

Just tell me
what I have to do, dammit!

Every cop can make mistakes,
and this is ours. It'll soon be over.

You haven't answered me. What
happened with the Hoffman brothers?

Nothing happened.

You piss me off.

Right, off to work. Thanks.

Try not to get shot at next time...

Get in.

What's in this bag?

No drugs?

Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off
or I will.

Come on, hurry up.

- our skirt.
- What?

Take off your skirt. Come on.
I don't have all night for this.

Make the most of it. You'll
soon be wanking off in prison.

Ow! Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Five hits! That's a dealing offence,
and you're a repeat offender by now.

That could be 5 years in prison, but if
you cooperate I'll turn a blind eye.

Just say you didn't spend the whole
night with Caplan, and we're quits.

Go fuck yourself.

We'll see ... If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

If you report this, it'll be
your word against mine.

Now get out!

Piss off!

Dirty whore!

I can't even get a glass
of red wine in this dump!

- You know you're not allowed it.
- Yes.

I'm even bored
when I sleep at night.

Since my mate Armand died,
I've been at a loose end.

This place is full of depressives,
alcoholics, sissies an wrecks.

The latest generation of cops...

It was the same back in your day,
but you just chose not to see them.

Well, listen...
It was good of you to come.

Something serious
has happened, dad.

A case has got out of hand.
Procedure's gone out the window.

We kidnapped a guy
to get him to talk, and he died.

It was an accident.

Everyone's kept quiet.

What do you mean by 'everyone'.

Everyone in my group.

And the guy who died?

All that matters is
the fact that he's dead.

It was a cop that killed him,
and we're all accessories.

I can't stop thinking about it, dad,
and I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do.

You came to ask
for my advice.

You never asked me why
after 19 years in the Vice Squad,

I ended my career
in the General Inspectorate,

filing photos of corpses.

You wanted to stop working nights.

Yes. well.

That's what I told your mum.

The truth is much less glorious.

There were 5 of us: Sarate. Lopez,
Bronski, Manzioni and myself.

We were as close as peas in a pod.

We were always together, working
nights, weekends, bank holidays...

Nothing else mattered.
We just loved our work.

We knew all the bosses and all the
whores in every establishment.

the cabaret owners,
nightclub bosses and thugs...

We were respected
wherever we went.

In less than a year, we had
them all down on their knees.

It lasted years. Years of stuffing
ourselves on free food and drink.

Often, we turned a blind eye,
took a bribe here and there.

And sometimes we'd land
a big fish to allay any suspicion.

Then, one day, it all fell apart.

Internal affairs were onto us...

It came down to me...

I was the only one
married with kids.

I didn't want to lose you.

Do you understand?

I turned them all in,
in return for my freedom.

Not a day goes by
that I don't think of them.

I've no idea what became of them.
except Bronski, who hung himself.

So there you have it.

This is where I've ended up.

In a hospice full of broken cops.

All I have for company
is the memory of my betrayal...

It's up to you, my girl.

Do you want to become
a shit like your father...

Or do you want to remain worthy
and proud of the badge on your belt?

A cop who turns in his own people
is no longer a cop.

He's nothing.

- Yeah
- Where are you?

I've picked up the car from Rocky.
I'm on my way back.

Change of plan tomorrow.
We're planning a raid in Bagneux.

I'm crashing at the office.
We meet here at 5 am.

What kind of a raid
are we talking about?

Tony Cerda, a total nutter. It's in
connection with the cashpoint case.

D'you think it'll be heavy?

It could well be, yes.

- Are you okay? You sound odd.
- It's nothing. I'm just tired.

Anyway. I'd best get off. See you.

Freeze! Stay where you are!

Motherfucker!

Cuff him, the fucker!

Cuff him!

Shut it!

- All good, we've got him!
- Get up, you fat fuck!

- Poofs! You bunch of poofs!
- Shut it!

- I told you to shut it!
- Go fuck yourself!

And you too!

Oh. A new one.

When did you last wash?

Oh! I like it. Good one!

Go fuck yourself!

I told you to shut your mouth!

Eddy. Have a look at this.

What's that doing in the bathroom?

It's my home,
and I'll do what I want.

- Watch your mouth!
- Go fuck yourself!

Who provided you
with the Land Rover?

What Land Rover?
I've not offloaded a thing.

- Listen carefully...
- Watch it!

You should start cooperating, pal,
unless you want to eat maggots.

Like on Survivor?
I'm not in the mood, so be warned.

Give me the maggots. I'll eat them.
You'll see. Give them here

I'll eat them, for fuck sake.

That's right, give them here!

- Okay Cerda, let's play a game.
- What are you doing? Stop it!

Look at your shitty dog.

Stop! Stop. I'll talk. I'll talk.

Just one in four chance now,
motherfucker. One in four.

He's called Zef! He's called Zef.

He's called Zef. They're planning
a raid tonight in Gennevilliers...

at the 'Quatre Fontaines'.

Run a check of everyone
with 'Zef' in their name,

I'm with the bosses, if anyone asks.

We've identified the
cashpoint robbers.

We're going to get them
tonight in Gennevilliers.

You'll need to inform the local
authorities of the operation.

Commander... we have a problem.

The cocaine found at the
Hoffmans' place has been analysed.

- It's been traced back to here.
- So what?

So you'll need to put
your offices at our disposal

in order for Internal Affairs to
carry out the necessary searches.

Even if I'd taken the dope, d'you
think I'd have left it in my office?

You'll find nothing, because
there's nothing to find.

That's what we all hope, Commander.

We also hope the investigation won't
link you and the Hoffman brothers.

Where were you
on the night they were murdered?

He was with me.

If you can prove any different,
I'll willingly give up my badge.

- It's not quite got to that point.
- Let him do his job, then,

You don't owe me anything, Eddy.

Our predecessors
would have done the same.

Nowadays, the police is like an orgy
where everyone fucks everyone else.

Leaving isn't the hardest thing,
you know.

What's hardest is not regretting
the fact I'm leaving.

Hi.

- So, we want names!
- Always the same questions!

You've got his photo,
so what more do you want?

- Calm down
- This turns you on, doesn't it?

Meet in the 'Quatre Fontaines' car
park at 6 pm. You're with me, Théo.

We've got the face of our guy.

Zef... Sorj Zeferian.

He's got some record,
so be prepared.

Come on.

Vogel and his dogs are on their way
to search the place for cocaine.

Bordier's covering for us. We had dinner
at his place to celebrate his departure.

Catch...

Z1 to Z2,
where are we at with backup?

The local station has given us
two Crime Squad teams.

They're positioned
at the other exit.

- Any sign of movement?
- Nothing.

What's the story
with the place you went to burn?

It was the Hoffman brothers' place.

The coke and the shooting
was me and Walter.

It's a long story.

- Does Roxane know about it?
- Why?

I saw her with Vogel last night.

She was in his car,
chatting away to him.

Chatting does mean grassing.

Still nothing?

Nothing.

Move in.

Police! Hands up!

Freeze! Hands up!

Get out! Get out of the car!

Police! Get out! Freeze!

Give me your hands, motherfucker!

Freeze, you bastard!
The other hand!

Give me your other hand,
motherfucker! The other hand!

Your hands asshole!
Show us your hands!

And the other one! Hey!

Fuck! Come on! Grenade!