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We've been taken off the Lornach case.

- Who's taking over? - The Organised Crime Squad.

Lornach was their lawyer. They'll soon Nick Lemoine.

He'll drop us in it to get a plea bargain.

- Open season then, is it? - We've no choice.

We must get to him first, Théo. Time's tight.

His bird, the dancer who works in Pink...

She's our only lead. Lemoine doesn't know she led us to him.

- Okay, I'll take care of it. - Cool, see you.

Tangent

Let's sum this up...

The Hoffmans are blasted away in a cloud of cocaine...

Your name's on their books.

You disappear, and then turn up again looking like you've been to war...

It makes me wonder. It really makes me wonder...

What the hell were you up to between the murder of those scum and now?

She's 30... An absolute princess...

Yeah, right. And that's how she thanks you, is it?

She's still with another man... He caught us in the act.

- We had some explaining to do. - Bloody hell...

Obviously, I'd like this to stay between us.

Sure.

Hi.

Caplan, I've got a 'client' dumped on a bit of disused railway land.

Any chance you could look after the case for me?

I'm in over my head with 15 whores to process...

- What's the story? - I'm not sure.

The guy's body was found by a team of surveyors.

He has quite a record... A certain Marc Ortega.

- Marcus Ortega? - That's the one.

Shit, the boss. She's in a foul mood today.

Vanderbeke called. He's taken the Lornach case off us.

I can hardly blame him.

Marceau from Organised Crime is taking over.

Good choice. Marceau is an excellent cop.

So it seems. He's already on the jewellery shop and cashpoint cases.

I might as well just hand him the keys to my office.

I made it clear that I wanted you to focus on the Lornach case.

You're never there when you're needed.

It's all very discouraging.

- Hi, Janko. - Hi, Eddy!

Sorry to drop in like this.

Come in! It's my father-in-law's 95th birthday party.

Croats are totally indestructible!

Tomaz...

This is Eddy.

I thought the Serbs and Croats were deadly enemies.

We've lived together for 80 years,

fucking, having kids together, going to school, playing football...

These people are from all over.

There are even Bosnians. There's no Kosovan scum though.

Bloody Albanians...

Listen, Janko... It's about Marcus.

His body was found this morning.

I'm waiting for the autopsy results.

He was in a dreadful state. It looks like he suffered.

Officially, he hasn't been identified, but he will be soon.

Put a stop to any ongoing business you have with him.

You need to lie low, at least during the investigation.

I want the bastard who did this.

So do I...

Any ideas?

I want the bastard...

I've got something to ask you, Janko.

I need to find Serge Lemoine.

- What do you want with Lemoine? - I'd prefer not to say.

I'm not a grass.

Janko...

I'll see what I can do.

But if I tell you where Lemoine is, I need your word on the other guy.

You have it.

Wish your father-in-law a happy birthday on my behalf.

- Isn't your father's funeral today? - It's finished.

Morlighem's back on the scene. I just bumped into him.

- Have you seen his face? - No.

He looks like he's been through a compression roller.

Any idea what might have happened?

Just because Caplan saved your life, you don't have to go down with him.

- I don't know what you mean. - Yes, you do.

Bordier's no longer here to cover up whatever dodgy deals are going on.

Everything will come out sooner or later.

My door is open if you want to talk about anything.

You'll need to give a statement about the robbery and hostage case.

I've already told you and Vanderbeke all there is to know.

The Prosecutor must have misunderstood something.

He's the one who asked Marceau to interview you.

Shit...

Hello, gents. We're not open yet. There's nothing doing.

Not only will you let us in, you'll come in too and serve us Chivas.

Look, pal. We're after a dancer called Myra. Is she in today?

She's on in an hour. She'll be preparing now.

Jolly good. Why don't you show us the way?

That'll do. This is a private conversation. Beat it.

See you at the bar. Don't forget ice in my whisky.

Hello, girls.

We need to talk to Myra, if you don't mind leaving us.

Thanks.

Here.

You made the trip, so you may as well look.

- We'd like to know where Serge is. - So would I.

He called 2 days back to say he was leaving town for a bit.

He also told me I should take my son elsewhere. He adores him.

Why do you think he asked you to do that?

We don't ask each other tough questions.

It's like a pact. So I don't know, and I don't want to.

Do you know who your handsome Serge really is?

A thug of the lowest order...

The best thing to ever happen to me.

The future father of my second child.

Come on Théo. Let's get out of here.

Théo?

She's beautiful, there's no denying it.

It makes me sick, thinking that bastard's banging her.

Doesn't it piss you off?

Come on then, let's go. I'll sleep at Nina's.

Be careful with her, Théo.

Careful of what?

I dunno... You'll screw anything that moves

and you're always snorting coke.

That's not what she needs. She needs something stable and solid.

She doesn't just need a cock. She needs a guy who really loves her.

She's a good person. Treat her well.

You're right, Walter.

Your family's perfect: wife in the nuthouse,

two kids who never asked for a thing

but see their lives get shitter by the day...

It doesn't really do it for me.

Cheers, dad.

This is all he had.

The suitcase isn't even full.

How did it go?

It was a very quiet affair.

Given his record, a state burial was out of the question, I guess.

Do you want me to take you home?

No.

I want you to have a drink with me.

Charles has gone abroad for a month...

while I find myself a flat.

Vogel didn't only visit my father. He also visited Charles.

Vogel isn't the only one who's interested in me.

Bernardi is as well.

She's offered me an honourable way out of this fuck-up...

provided I drop you in it.

Vanderbeke's on my case too.

He's having the Organised Crime Squad interview me.

You're free, Rox.

Do as you wish. I won't be angry with you.

I'm sincerely sorry for dragging you into this.

I'm the one who's sorry.

Cheers, Eddy.

Watch the step...

That's right.

Sit yourself down.

Let's get your jacket off.

Help me out...

There, lie down.

Come on...

There.

- There you go. - Eddy.

- I'm sorry. - What for?

- I'm sorry. - Just try to sleep.

- This is Eddy. - Hello.

- Well? - Nothing.

Lemoine must be damn good in bed. His tart is besotted.

She'd sooner be chopped into little pieces than grass him up.

I don't think she knows where he is though.

- How's Rox doing? - She's had better days.

What shall we do about Lemoine?

What do you want to do?

We can only pray Janko gets his ass into gear.

There's nothing more we can do.

See you tomorrow, Théo.

Ciao, Eddy.

Marc Ortega, aka Marcus.

He was a suspect in several robberies but never went down.

Officially, he went straight 3 or 4 years ago.

Forensics say a heart attack finished him off.

The butcher who did this didn't hold back.

What's that got to do with anything?

A client of mine, Fabien Gueraiche, is in a similar state.

He was found in a dumptruck

a fortnight back, at Maréchaux...

The last job we know about was a van in Suresnes, last month.

He'd been dealt with much like Ortega and had similar injuries.

That's 2 thugs killed in a fortnight.

It could well have been the same guy who killed them both.

A settling of scores between crooks.

Well... Thanks for the tip-off.

That's not exactly how Captain Fargette sees it.

Your work will be shared with the Crime Squad.

We want round-the-clock availability and total cooperation.

We're trying to iron out the kind of failures that make us look bad.

I didn't have time to make photocopies for Captain Fargette.

Would you be so kind?

Caplan, just listen to me for a minute, will you?

I didn't hassle Walter.

He can screw his filly for all I care.

- What do you want from me? - Internal Affairs are after you.

I don't care why. I'm all for you screwing those bastards.

What exactly are you trying to tell me?

I'd like us to work together fairly on this case.

If you don't try to screw me, I'll return the favour.

Hi, Janko.

Yes, me too, yes. Where?

Okay, very well.

What d'you want to know?

Do you know Fabien Gueraiche?

He's an explosives expert. Blows up vans with C4 explosive.

He was killed 2 weeks back, in the same way as Marcus.

Forensics have found a fingerprint on his skin.

A left little finger, but we've no match.

That's all I have right now.

Francis Verkauteren. He raided the jeweller's with Lemoine.

They're planning something else right now.

They're regulars at Chez Arsène in the 7th arrondissement.

They often have lunch there.

Thanks.

- Do I still have your word? - Yes.

Give me an hour with him. No more than that.

You'll have him back alive.

It's too risky. You can't just snatch him out of a restaurant.

It's the only chance we have of catching the bastard.

Walter?

Okay.

- When's your meeting with Marceau? - In 2 hours.

While we get the gear together, could you look up Verkauteren?

He'll be filed under organised crime.

Here's the money.

Come on, let's go.

We nab him on his way out, before he reaches his car.

What about Verkauteren? He's sure to be armed.

What do we do if they come out together?

I'll take Lemoine,

Théo'll take Verkauteren and you'll follow in the car.

Lieutenant Delgado? Hello, I'm Captain Marceau.

Come into my office.

After you.

Sorry you had to make the journey. I couldn't get away.

I heard about your father.

- I'm very sorry. - Thank you.

Now, I'd like to discuss the hostage-taking.

I know you were in an uncomfortable position,

but if you can remember any details, it could be useful to us.

- What sort of details? - Well, for example,

about the guys we'd have seen on the Interior Intelligence video,

if it hadn't gone missing.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Mm-hm.

Really? Yes, of course.

Jolly good.

Okay...

Yes...

What do we do if Lemoine doesn't show up?

We come back tomorrow and the day after,

and every lunchtime until we get our hands on him.

If we mess this up, I know Marceau won't.

Lemoine bumped off his partner after a stupid arrest 10 years back.

Marceau couldn't prove him responsible,

so Lemoine ended up with 6 years behind bars, and was out in 3.

Marceau swore to send him down for good.

If Lemoine goes down, we all go down with him.

Take Lemoine out of the equation, and we're in the clear.

All the shit since Max died will be over.

Over for good. Do you understand?

Yes.

They're arriving.

Look.

What the hell is that disguise...?

What a weirdo...

- Is that him? - It's him alright.

Go on, stuff yourself, you bastard.

Enjoy one final blow out.

Nothing else?

As you said,

I was in a rather uncomfortable position.

Yes, of course.

- We've found Verkauteren. - Where?

A restaurant across town.

Cisco and Costamagna are there. What next?

Let's get over there.

Excuse me. We'll continue with this another time.

I'll call you.

- Hi, Rox. - Where are you?

On watch by the restaurant.

Marceau's on his way and has 2 guys watching Verkauteren now.

I don't know if they're going to nab him now, but they might.

- Oh, shit. - Eddy, can you hear me?

- Yes? - Don't do anything stupid.

Don't worry. See you later.

What did she say?

- We've been beaten to it. - What?

The Organised Crime Squad. Why're those losers here?

That's the last thing we needed. Fuck it!

Hello? Yes. I want to talk to one of your customers.

He's sat at a table on the terrace.

He has long hair and he's wearing a hat

and a Perfecto jacket.

Tell him it's about Mr. Lornach.

Yes, Lornach... That's right, thanks.

- Hello? - Hi, Serge.

Nice new look...

- Caplan?! - A bit poofy, but that suits you.

Listen. The Organised Crime Squad is coming for Verkauteren.

They'll be over to arrest him in 10 minutes.

- What the fuck is this? - You've time to finish your wine.

After that, I'd exit through the kitchens and then shift it.

That should shake off the 2 cops watching you now.

They're in front of your nose, in the 4x4. Yup, that's the one.

When it rains, it pours. Don't you agree?

See you!

Motherfucker.

- Let's get out of here. - Bastard...

Rox? This is Eddy.

It's all over for us. It's all over.

I'll tell you about it. See you later.

Shit!

Hey, Eddy.

Can't we sort something out with Marceau?

He wants Lemoine to go down, and so do we.

What do you want to do, Théo?

Tell him we shot Benaissa and the Hoffman brothers,

robbed a cashpoint and took a colleague hostage?

Is that what you want to tell him?

We're on our own, Théo.

We sink or swim alone. No one's going to help us.

- Have you eaten? - Yes.

Would you like a drink?

Yes. Something strong.

I've got vodka.

When I was going through Max's things,

I discovered he had a safe in a bank.

He'd opened it recently.

Inside, I found this.

What are these photos?

We were investigating a homicide...

A major drug boss in a dodgy part of town...

He'd had his throat slit.

His body'd been chucked in the middle of the square.

It was a clear warning from Islamists looking to take over the area.

So this was the murderer?

Youssef Marouane? Probably not.

He'd turned up out of nowhere and was soon leading the extremists.

We were almost certain that he'd ordered the murder.

He was putting the area to fire and sword.

The authorities were going crazy and politicians were stirring it up.

- We were given instructions. - Of what kind?

We shadowed him for a while. Then, one night, we paid him a visit.

It was unofficial. We just wanted to put pressure on him.

We didn't know he had a heart condition.

He died on us.

It was all against procedure, so we were in the shit.

We called Bordier. He sorted it out and that was the last we heard of it.

The extremists admitted the murder

and drugs returned to the area... It was all back to normal.

What was Max doing with a safe and these photos, then?

I don't know.

You don't know, or you don't want to tell me?

No, I don't know.

I don't get it any more than you do.

Do you have lots more skeletons in the closet like this one?

Hélène...

I understand how you feel.

Sorry...

Hi, Théo.

About time! What're you playing at?

Where are you?

At home.

Oh, shit. My alarm clock's stopped.

Meet me at 43, Bd. Vaillant-Coururier in Clichy.

It's a warehouse on the industrial estate. And move it.

On my way.

Hi Eddy. You look tired.

Is it because you messed up with Lemoine?

I can't guarantee there'll be another chance.

Drop it, Janko. What's the plan?

Marcus did a job on a van in Suresnes a month back.

He was with Gueraiche and three others...

This lot.

- Why didn't you say? - I didn't know.

I thought Marcus had been straight for years.

But when I found out, I thought:

If someone's killed Gueraiche and Marcus

there are only 2 possible explanations.

Either they tried to rip off the others

or the other tried to rip them off.

I knew Marcus well.

He'd never have done such a thing.

So the second explanation must be the right one.

One of these 3 thought he'd take all the loot from the robbery

by making the others pay him their portions.

So why haven't you asked them?

I don't like gratuitous violence.

This is for you.

Blue...

White...

Red...

Left little finger prints.

That's what you said, wasn't it?

- Look who it is. - Leave it to me.

Get Borelli in Criminal Records to do a match-up.

- Caplan, I need a word. - Hey, where's your newbie?

Don't overuse his ring piece.

At least he's working, unlike some people.

It's a wonder you get anything done at all.

Ortega's DNA was found at the Suresnes robbery.

That changes a number of things.

- What does it change? - He and Gueraiche rob the van,

then they're found naked and bloody a month later, 2 weeks apart.

It's no longer necessarily a settling of underworld scores.

Maybe it was a guy wanting all the money himself.

All we need to know is who else was in the team.

The print found on Ortega isn't in any of our files.

Robbers this professional who are totally unknown to the police.

- There can't be many. - True.

But who, then?

Someone who caught wind of the job...

and then attacked them to get the dosh from the robbery.

Who'd do that? Only a madman would dare against those thugs.

Well... A madman...

or else someone with massive balls

and a passport to a country far away.

We know that Gueraiche drank in a bar in Gennevilliers.

Maybe we should be looking in that neck of the woods.

We could check the place out.

Your madman theory doesn't hold water, Fargette.

Right.

- Do you have any better ideas? - No, not really.

I'm not surprised, the little time you spend on this case.

I'm not your housekeeper!

We're supposed to be working together.

But if you've got other things to do,

I'll speak to Bernardi and manage on my own.

Come on then, let's go to your bar, Fargette.

And the loser is...

Nobody. Nobody.

Everyone's a winner, just like on TV.

None of the prints match.

Let me have a word.

Okay.

What's he playing at?

Here he comes.

- Don't move! - What the fuck?!

- What's your name? - What's it to you?

- As you wish. - I've done nothing!

You've got the wrong guy.

I've not done anything, dammit!

- Come on! - I tried working honestly with Eddy,

but you think I'm a loser and try to screw me.

What are you talking about?

I have mates in Criminal Records too.

Vachevski compared the prints of big time thugs with the one on Ortega.

But if this little asshole is the one we're after,

I'll be so happy to screw you on this case.

Apart from that, have a nice day.

Wanker.

One of you met Gueraiche in a bar in Gennevilliers.

The guy who introduced you

might be linked to the bloke we're after.

- Hi, Rox. - Farge was right.

We just arrested David Garcia in Gennevilliers.

Okay. See you later.

Fargette has just arrested a certain Garcia in the bar.

He was Gueraiche's contact.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

I've just been duped.

What do you suggest for our deal?

What do you want me to suggest, Janko?

Garcia's already in questioning.

I'm no longer calling the shots.

You're messing up a lot at the moment, Eddy.

I hope your star is not fading.

You still owe me something.

Do we agree on that?

Everyone's to wear a bullet-proof vest.

Take backup ammo!

Police are under heavy attack in Asnières.

Everyone's there. They're just waiting for you.

- We're on our way. - Keep me updated.

Hi Gabriel.

Hi Eddy.

The Crime Squad came to make an arrest,

but unluckily came face to face with two massive thugs with guns.

They opened fire without warning.

One officer stayed, while the others raised the alert.

Motherfuckers.

Yeah, motherfuckers.

He's moving.

Your accomplice is dead. You've no hope.

Drop your gun and come out, hands on your head.

Don't do anything stupid. Give yourself up.

You have 30 seconds to come out.

After that, we will attack!