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Let my appearance doesn't deceive you. I can't barely hold back.

I just lost my husband.

And now I'm a widow who inherited his fortune and debts.

One of which is arrangement with you.

That's why I am here.

How do you plan to settle his debt?

You and your men will be taken out of here...

...and evacuated to a destination of your choice.

It's not enough.

There has been too much bloodshed,

too many soldiers were killed.

Let me be clear:

I fulfill only debt of my husband.

If you want revenge, that's your business.

This is a matter that I do not the mean to carry.

I can help you, but there will be a price to pay.

How?

Let's go!

All dead.

Nice work, Blitch.

Quick and accurate.

So, Kaplan? Any thoughts?

Infiltrate the base and to steal the prototype...

...without cassualties, can not be done.

This is pure madness.

If I was sane, I'd have already be dead.

I ask you again.

For half a million euros, are you in?

Colonel,

I served this country as a soldier.

Now you insist that I kill men like me?

For me, it's unacceptable.

You're a man od honor.

But the men that protect the weapon...

...are simple guards,

mercenaries.

I'd like to know where is Roxane?

With Werner Blitch,

who'd bring her to any place in Paris at her request.

So what?

Apparently The Invisibles are well informed on our plans, General.

One of our friends has become our worst enemy.

A leak?

These guys have learned from Angola.

They've been for 10 years under the radar.

And who during that time,

allowed them to recover?

Who brought them into the country and helped to rob 400 kg of gold?

Who?

Not the one who you think.

Since you mention your mother, I'm still waiting for her visit.

Remind her that in her interest...

...it would be better to keep that meting rather informal.

Who were those guys?

Thugs of the DCRI.

There was a bug in the USB drive.

However, we found out and they fell into the trap.

That's all...

- Almost the end. - Oh, yeah? Whose?

- What do you mean "whose"? - Whose, Eddy.

Theirs or ours?

Any doubts?

- Just asking, that's all. - I know what I'm doing.

It is necessary to finish the job.

- Walter...

- Take it. - What for?

You need it.

Take what you need and stash the rest.

- Yes. - Mr. Caplan.

I need to see you. Come through the back door.

Commander Vogel,

meeting of the Disciplinary Board...

decided to suspend you from police service...

and take away your civil rights.

In addition to this you've got appointed one-year probation period.

If, during this period,

you'll commit the slightest transgression or offense...

you will face court trail and ewentually jail time...

up to 10 years in prison.

Ladies and gentlemen...

This is not it, Vogel.

During 365 days to come, I will personally look after you.

Never let you out of my sight.

And when you stumble,

I'll be right there to bring you down for good.

What's wrong with him?

Remember gold?

He is the buyer.

The corpse was found in a ditch in the countryside. Strangled.

With some papers stuffed in his throat.

The lab guys have restored some of it.

I have to go.

That's the dossier. All about "Emporium".

Bye.

You see that black car? Who could it be? Cops?

Hard to say.

They were here yesterday.

Why did you call me?

Colonel and his men can do it.

I know his methods.

You've had the opportunity to assess them.

And there has already been enough dead.

You promised my brother to watch over me.

It's true.

But you don't need it.

This is the hexolite, sir. As I promised.

Explosives, shattering effect. That's what you need for your operation.

So you get rid of the wall...

and get inside.

Once the truck has exploded, you face 12 guards...

armed with automatic weapons.

I thought about it.

You'll find yourself vulnerable, Colonel. Very vulnerable.

Hello?

We have to meet.

- Where are you? - In that Arab cafe, where we had dinner.

OK. I will be there soon.

Already leaving?

Are you gonna come back?

Why? I shouldn't?

You decide.

Don't go, Caplan.

It's your writing.

I thought I threw out the paper.

You dig in my garbage...

like an ugly rat.

How long have you been involved?

Since the death of your father.

It was part of the unpleasant obligations of his inheritance.

What role did father have in all this?

In the 80-ies your father went to Cabinda, a large country like a confetti...

Rich in oil, gas and diamonds...

All that excites us, us whites.

Your father had an agreement to control this confetti.

The head of military intelligence, Fèvre,

wanted France to bet on Angola...

not Congo.

And then your father's plane exploded.

You think Fevre was behind Dad's death?

If he was innocent...

Why he retired from the military intelligence to the internal?

From my point of view this is not a promotion.

So... yes.

I enjoy the idea of having Fevre's existance in my hands.

- What happened? - He killed them all.

- Who? - Blitch.

He shoot them all.

Do you have an idea who were these men?

General Fevre elite unit of commandos.

- And did you see it? - Yep.

Before the assault,

They warned? Shouted something?

Oh, fuck.

What?

If there was no warning, that had orders to kill us.

You mean... all? And even us?

From now on we can count only on ourselves.

- How is she? - What do you think?

It is worse than before.

The doctor and medical staff said nothing, but I guessed from their faces.

Mom is going to die.

Mom will not die. It is a good clinic.

Mom will recover.

Leah, I never lied to you.

Because there was no time.

If mom is in the hospital and you're no one knows where -

what will happen to Oscar and me?

We are still a family.

If I was not there,

it is because I was looking for a way to earn money...

for us to live better, together.

I screwed up, I know, but I do not want you to hate me.

Go shopping. Buy a gift for Oscar.

That's for you.

And a little bit... for me.

The rest, I will give to the doctor for he takes good care of mom.

Come in, Irene. Please.

Your doberman stays out.

It is useless when meeting friends.

Cyril, what is this?

Nothing. This is the beginning of a reflection.

How are you, Cyril?

How am I?

She left me, Irene.

My wife left me, and she took my children.

A mother must protect her children.

Protect? From what? From me?!

I've never touched them!

You do not touch children of others.

You're a pedophile.

Change your tone, dear.

What is it?

Always the same questions. Questions to the con.

This is the end of my reflection.

First of all, what are you doing here?

You came just to piss me off in my own home?

That is why you came?

To move our shit...

and celebrate the role of your husband in this mess?

Give me the name of this bank and I'm going.

So you need those fucking files?

In order to sink the General Fevre? Or the whole government?

Cyril, I have the key, but I need the name of the bank.

I do not remember the name!

Put the gun down!

What's he doing here?

Have you heard, asshole? Drop the gun.

Irene...

Don't deprive me of the chance to escape with dignity.

I beg you.

Put away your weapon, Jean-Baptiste.

But, madam...

Put it away.

You still mad at me?

What are your feelings?

My feelings for you?

When I met you, I thought it was another chance.

If you're angry because of the child, then you shouldn't be here.

Do not feel obligated to anything.

I wouldn't have stayed just for the baby.

I have things to deal with.

A promise I have to keep.

Excuse me.

It's Marceau.

Can you come to the office?

OK. I'm coming.

I must go.

Your licence and registration, please.

Is there a problem?

You've been here for the hours. We had complaints.

- Are you waiting for someone? - Just talking, that's all.

The tinted windows, for the intimacy of the situation, right?

It's time to leave.

Hey! You there!

- Mr. Vogel? - What are you doing?

Was it you who called for flat tires?

Not a drop of respect.

Yes, Roland?

This is for you.

Come for pick up tomorrow.

Good day.

You should go. You'll catch cold.

Fuck you.

I'd drove you up but you're too rude.

Belgian plates in such a posh area?

It looks luxurious, right.

We'll park further.

All I know, is that Caplan is still a fugitive.

Why that interests you?

I am close with the family of that killed cop.

They keep asking about investigation, and they have no answers.

The guys who did this will soon to be comprehended.

What do you mean "guys"? One of them died...

and the other is Caplan.

We are not sure of it.

And the presumption of innocence?

Excuse me.

Hello?

- It is Vachewski. I'm downstairs. - OK. I'm coming.

I'll walk you out. Thank you for the coffee.

Bye, Jean-Baptiste.

- Who is he? - Who?

Come on. Who is he?

Jean-Baptiste Drean, an ex-policeman.

A close family friend of the patrolman, killed by Merks.

- What did he want? - Information on Caplan.

- What kind of info? - Ok. Theo!

- Why do you wanted to see me? - You never listen to your messages?

I called Roxane and a guy answered.

Called back and got an answering machine.

- I don't have Caplan's number. - I'll call right away.

I'm listening.

This is Theo. Is Roxane with you?

- She is beside me. - Let me talk to her. ?

This is Theo.

Yes, Theo?

- Are you all right? - Everything is OK,

They kept me as the insurance for their money.

And you?

I'm with Marceau. He panicked.

He reacted as it should.

Now what do we do?

- See you tomorrow in the Arab coffee. - Okay, see you tomorrow.

OK. Ciao.

See you tomorrow. We will call you.

That's it? No explanation?

Because of you last time Caplan was left with the corpse in his arms.

We'll manage somehow without you.

They're leaving, Eddy.

Move my meeting tomorrow to 12:30 pm.

Savinien Fèvre, my old friend.

Or do I have to say "general"?

Whatever you say, Jose. I'll call you "Mr. President."

Success never lasts long,

so use them well.

Who is this young man?

Bleuvenne Antoine, here is the President José Viriato Luisiadas.

"Bleuvenne"?

Any connections to Henry and Irene Bleuvenne?

I am their son.

I've met your father.

A man of great quality.

Thank you, Mr. President.

I, too, lost my father...

while I was still a child.

Unlike yours...

mine was murdered by a tribal chief.

On the day when I had enough strength and power...

I went to see him and I killed him.

Fortunately for you,

it is more serious to violate the laws of international trade...

rather than human rights.

Leave us, Antoine.

Of course, General.

Mr. President.

Mr. Bleuvenne.

OK, Savinien.

What do you want?

- I wish to know. - What exactly?

In the 95th I prevent Legionnaires to shoot you in your own palace.

The members of the commando had to be euthanized but...

a week ago, I saw one of them, live in a police station.

Obviously, someone of your people poorly cleaned up the traces.

I will not lie to you. It's true.

Several times I thought about to tell you about the negligence of my people.

But as the soldiers seemed to have disappeared...

I threw it out of my head.

No one come out alive of your dungeons.

Who helped them?

Does it matter?

José, these men came for revenge.

They killed Devink...

drove to suicide MP Kervaso and slain your vice-consul.

I'm also on their list.

So yes, for me, it's a damn important!

You're not wonder who bribed Eduardo...

to release Dantin...

Sergeant Luanda, Gaëtan Merks and Werner Blitch.

I'd never give a name, Savinien.

I can only tell you that she is a respectable mother...

whose son is now...

in the room next door.

All the best!

The Belgians have come with a bag and left without.

That's what I think, right?

So now we know where this old skin Arif found the money for the gold.

Remember Sarah Mizrahi?

The one who married the mafia ... What's his name?

Whatever. She died.

It was her husband who...

No, no. His son.

He killed his mother and father.

Why?

Sarah wanted to leave her husband because of one jeweler from New York.

Her husband went crazy with rage, son too.

The son tried to reason with her mother, and she slapped him.

This schmuck inherited genes of his father...

so he put a bullet in her forehead.

The father was taking a nap in the next room.

When he heard the shot, he jumped...

ran and son put him down as well.

- Ho? - Damn.

Why, you know?

For several years father taught his son the trade of killer.

And the main commandment of the killers always been...

never leave a witness.

We can think what we want of the kid...

but he had learned the lesson.

When you go somewhere to kill...

you leave no witnesses.

Never.

Never.

These are your documents.

Present them at the entrance.

I see my money was heavily invested, Colonel.

A second phase of our operation?

When it starts?

When the conditions permit.

What do you mean?

I repeat: when conditions permit.

I gave you all the keys...

to rob me with no risk on your side.

Until Monsieur Massmi not hired informers.

What is the matter with you?

The years they have gone catch up with you...

or is that the torturers in Angola broke you?

Just trying to keep losses to a minimum.

To save me this kind of melodrama...

I'll let you send Caplan first.

He will make a perfect scapegoat.

And you'll be on a plane...

that will take you away from here, free...

and shamefully rich.

You have 48 hours, no more...

to steal the weapon and deliver.

- Yes? - Caplan, it's Dantin.

I'd like to see you immediately. Meet me at The Empyrean.

Put them on the table.

Margarita?

Well, it's over.

Kaplan proved himself a reliable fighter.

He is motivated by money.

Fulfill the order, received a fee. This is his lifestyle.

Greed? They didn't give me this impression.

Roxane Delgado agreed to become a hostage without further questions.

If so, Sergeant...

why Kaplan and his team risk their lives in this operation?

Over half a million?

They would receive 300 thousand just for mediation.

Risking his life for 200 thousand more. Isn't that strange?

- Do you think... - I believe that I have no idea who really Caplan is?

My name is Roland. And you?

Beatrice.

Tell me, Beatrice,

You have long blond hair as in the photo on the site?

As you wish.

And shoes, what size?

- Small, 41 stilettos.

- Do you like high heels? - I love it.

- And what are your measurements? - 1.75 cm 60 kg

You are curious, dear.

I'm not asking you how it is, your rod.

When I pull out my rod, Rocco Siffredi fades.

You're funny, Roland.

I like men with a sense of humor.

Well, Beatrice...

What would cost me your 3-hour visit?

700 euros.

But for such a sweetheart I give you a special price...

500 euros.

Just do not tell anyone, they would be jealous.

That's nice, Beatrice.

Then I am waiting for you tonight at 8:00 pm?

Who are all these people?

The families of those who died in Angola.

Colonel wanted to express to them our respect and...

give families what remains of fallen soldiers:

Their army badges.

And also a small compensation.

What about that black car, did you learn anything?

It's okay.

I do not want Colonel to get engaged.

He wants to see me.

Don't worry. It shouldn't take long.

I'm Colonel Aymeric Gauthier Dantin.

Officer, whom followed in the last fight...

your sons, husbands, fathers.

I'm standing here with shame and sorrow.

I like to think I can ease your pain...

but I doubt it.

I repeated those words for over 15 years...

but they can't remove the burden from my soul.

The fallen soldiers were your flesh and blood...

They followed me without hesitation, completing my orders.

But I did not save them.

Every night their voices and images...

come back to haunt me.

And with every sunrise I begin to wait...

for night to fall and again I find myself next to them.

Until I myself have not been covered by eternal shroud.

I wanted to meet with you...

To pay tribute to the soldiers, whose could be a dream of any commander.

Thank you.

- Kaplan came? - We are waiting in the next room.

Visit of President José Viriato Luisiadas...

due to the signing of an agreement on the development of...

oil fields in the Angolan province of Cabinda...

often attacked by the rebel's Liberation Front.

Come in.

I spoke with President Luisiadas.

He brought serious charges against you, Madame Bleuvenne.

Do you believe the man who is capable to climb...

mother's womb, to rape his sister?

Luisiadas accuses you of bribing in 1995 Eduardo Fernandez...

to facilitate the escape of French soldiers from the Angolan prison.

There is evidence of your spouse's involvement...

in the coup in Angola.

This evidence may overthrow from office many influential people.

You shouldn't have limited yourself just to planting a bomb on the plane.

I've learned of existence of the evidence and papers after the explosion.

These dossiers contain plenty od information compromising you.

Are you curious to read it.

I know that you have the key to the safe.

You are missing the name of the bank.

Do not expect me that I'll tell you.

I went to see Kervaso, before he committed suicide.

He told me all I wanted to know.

You know, General...

something tells me that my husband will soon be avenged.

For me you're already dead.

You've heard it all?

Yes.

I also have something to tell you.

About what?

Eddy Caplan.

Operation starts tonight.

Take Walter Morlighem, Roxanne Delgado and go.

Why? You don't need a guarantee?

As a guarantee I have you.

The operation is simple:

Take weapons, bring it here...

and you get 500 thousand euros.

What happens after we deliver the weapon?

As you wish, Caplan.

You collect your money.

And our plane fas a free seat for you.

Okay?

I will tell you after.

Tonight at 2300, you will get details of the operation.

Thank you.

So.

This time there're three of us Me and Walter on sight.

Theo - hidden.

- And I? - You stay away, but not quite.

Call Marceau and you will go to Fevre's office.

- Expect a call from Theo. - Call?

If all goes well...

we will keep Dantin and his men at gunpoint...

and then deliver them to Fevre.

In your presence.

Yours and Marceau. Fèvre wouldn't dare to bury the case and us.

And will be forced to acknowledge the success of the operation, like it or not.

The complex of Bleuvenne Industries is well secured.

Weapons are stored in the hangar.

Inside there're two armed guards with machine guns.

Drive up to the checkpoint.

Our man will let you in.

Park the truck nearby the warehouse.

Before you open the door of the warehouse, acctivate a detonator.

Explosion will destroy a truck and part of a wall.

The guards would die...

or be stunned. You have enough time to take away the weapon.

What is this?

A problem.

Oh, really? What kind?

A dozen security guards ready to shoot to kill.

And what is the solution?

Werner Blitch will be there.

To cover you and to stop the guards.

He will not hold long. You will need to hurry.

Act quickly.

Gentlemen...

On the line 500 thousand euros.

You know what they say:

"The dead have no use for their gold. "

Excuse me.

Yes?

Caplan is an infiltrator.

He works for the DCRI. More precisely, for the general Fevre.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

He is the one who killed Gaëtan Merks.

The word you are looking for is not "whore" or "forgiveness"...

but "priority".

Caplan brings you the weapon, and then - decide for yourself.

We understand each other?

Perfectly.

So Caplan, you go ahead or you pass?

What do you think, Colonel?

Sergeant? Check with them for the rest of the preparations.

- Werner? - Colonel?

When you have the weapon, kill them.

Understand, Colonel.

You know how to use it?

Don't worry.

And this is your golden key

- A problem, Colonel? - No, Sergeant.

Definitely, no more.

- Hello? - Rocky and me are ready.

- Are you with Marceau? - Yes.

Put him on the speakerphone.

- Marceau, Roxana told you? - Yes, what else to expect from such a filth!

When Eddie calls Fevre...

you should already be with him.

He will be forced to recognize the success of the operation.

Except that I can not keep him overnight.

Don't break my balls. You keep him as long as necessery.

Ok. You better call.

Marceau!

Jean-Baptiste? What are you doing here?