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I am sorry, Myriam.

I didn't want this.

Gaëtan was the only family left.

He was about to kill...

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up, Caplan.

Do you think he will make it alive?

I will need...

my medicine, Sergeant.

The case.

It is time to take over.

Sorry.

Not as much as me, Colonel.

Myriam, I am begging you, put it down and listen to me.

How on earth could you do that?

Kill my my brother and slide inside me?

- What kind of man would you such a thing? - Myriam...

You don't listen anything to what I am saying.

Myriam!

- Is everything Ok? - Leave me alone!

Eddy...

Next time I see you I kill you.

I counted on you to fulfill our agreement.

Do you know what it is?

There are prints on it.

But, that's not me...

"But, that's not me"...

Stop whining. You are annoying.

Listen carefully, miss "Hore".

I am gonna let you go...

but if I ever see you again...

this gun, with your prints on it...

will go directly to the cops.

An you'll end up in jail fucked by lesbians...

who are as feminine as truck drivers.

Is that what you want?

Get the fuck out.

Walter...

Hide in front of la Islamyia.

The folders are there.

If something happens, We need to react quickly.

And now?

Don't we have a date with Fargette?

Where is he?

Is it me you're looking for?

It's been a long time...

that you've been here?

Long enough to notice you drink too much.

We need your help, Fargette.

Rox is not the one who killed Marceau.

It's Dréan, Irène Bleuvenne's bodyguard.

Just say something!

Yesterday, during the day...

a guy showed up to check on Marceau.

He smooth-talked the cop to be able to enter the room.

Did he kill him?

Nothing happened.

A nurse and another cop showed up few seconds after...

and they sent him away.

What are you waiting for? For him to actually kill Marceau?

She's right.

Do you really think they will miss another shot?

Marceau just died.

Dréan?

No. Heart attack.

Oh, shit.

Here we are, my Colonel...

Let me talk.

Myriam...

Me too...

I wanted to kill Caplan because of what he has done.

Couldn't manage, due to other circumstances.

You will be surprised but I don't have any regrets.

For what it's worth...

When we came to look for you...

He would have given his life for you.

Monsieur Caplan...

The Colonel is dead.

Ms. Bleuvenne, I am Camille Marchandeau.

I know who you are, monsieur Marchandeau.

Some say you have a certain influence on the President...

and that you would become his Home Secretary.

You shouldn't give too much credit to rumours. They can lead to misunderstandings.

Do you expect to dismiss some, by acting like a matchmaker?

The president commands you to act like you are convinced...

that M. Luisiadas has nothing to do with your husband's dead.

What do you expect from me?

Luisiadas is key account, so our current best friend.

We ask you to put the interests of your country first.

Do polite blow jobs to the king of negros?

You desire for justice...

has been fulfilled with Fevre's death.

He has been kiled...

I know what people say about the General's death.

And you perfectly know what I think about hearsay.

Please.

Mr. Président...

Ms. Bleuvenne.

Madame Bleuvenne.

Enchanté.

Take a seat.

Did you forget your agreement with the Colonel?

No.

Do you intend to keep your commitments?

What commitments precisely?

The colonel surrenders to the authorities...

and Caplan guarantees your getaway with the gold.

We don't give a fuck. Their colonel is dead.

We got them...

and all the gold they have robbed.

Let's give them away.

Do I explain to him?

He is right, Théo.

Dantin is dead.

What remains from the group is not negociable.

Fèvre and Marceau are dead.

The prefect is waiting for the chance to trap us.

We need those files. What's in there?

Secrets of people who can clear us.

As soon as we get those files, we won't be disreputable anymore.

They killed 10 persons and still they are going to get away with it?

Look at them, Théo...

and tell me, between us and them...

who seems to be on the good side of the grave?

We still have a problem.

- And that is? - Dréan.

The guy who bumped off Marceau.

Trust me on this one.

All that he wants is Inessif.

Next time we'll meet...

is when we sign the official papers.

That's the plan.

Give my respects to the President and his wife.

Could you give me a moment alone with Ms. Bleuvenne?

Of course, Mr. Président.

We are of the same race.

We don't need this shitty rhetoric.

"The same race"? I doubt, Président Luisiadas.

In my culture, when you kill your enemy...

you look at him right in the eyes.

Abdou!

- Dréan, it's Luanda. - Where is the gun?

We have it.

The Colonel commanded us to give it to you.

- Where is he? - He is dead.

I have you word that nothing will happen?

- I gave it to the Colonel. - Your word!

You have it.

Breaking news from AFP:

The Commandant Marceau, from OCRB...

attacked violently in Paris...

woke up from a coma.

According to the last update...

his life is not at stake.

Within 48 hours...

He will be able to talk to the investigators.

Revive a dead?

Who allowed you to broadcast wrong information?

It's you.

You are a dead man, Fargette.

If I sink, Mr. Préfect, I take you with me.

Given my weight...

it will be easy.

I have a plan, monsieur Mr. Préfect.

I will do everything to follow it until the end.

If I don't, I'll quit.

You would put the blame on me.

You have 48 hours.

If they don't take the bait, I'll bury you alive.

Image and sound are ok?

Do you hear me?

Perfect.

Dréan, this son of bitch is not dead.

Finish him.

I won't move a finger without order's from your mother.

Do what I say!

Be polite with adults.

Are you ok, Lucien?

At your age, you still do location scouting?

Walter! How are you doing?

Family kids, and all that?

I am ok. Oh, by the way...

We are going to say hello to your familly.

Come.

Sit down.

Fargette settled a trap at the hospital...

but only for 48 hours.

Do you think Drean will take the bait?

Honestly? No idea.

Even if Fargette catches him he won't snitch on his boss.

He could say she was his accomplice.

It will be your word against his. You know what will happen.

We have no choice.

Have we ever had?

Guess who was at Islamyia Bank?

What! Lucien! At your age?

My "age"? And yours, Eddy?

Crime is like extreme sport.

Gotta start young.

You are becoming impolite.

Come, I have to talk to you.

Perfect, we have what we need.

We'll meet in hell.

Could be, Werner.

I am not happy with this situation.

I can imagine, Eddy.

But it is quite funny.

I have to help cops robbing a bank.

What's the problem?

You are already working for Dréan.

But with cops, that's a first!

You fucked up your career whereas you were gifted.

I don't feel comfortable.

I hope you understand that in case you screw up.

If I fall...

there are chances I die inside... And I don't want that.

Walter...

Look inside.

What's happening to you?

It is not the holy virgin.

The holy virgin, compared with that...

She's just a fat lump.

It is your margin, if we get rid of the rest.

What's your plan?

Call Drean

- Yes? - Caplan.

Speaking...

I found someone to buy the gold.

You'll have the cash in 48 hours.

Anything else?

I need the Empyrean as HQ. Is that a problem?

- No. - Thank you.

- Who was that? - Caplan.

He found a buyer.

Then, we leave the country.

Not before I take care of Drean.

And since when...

do we trust Caplan?

Dréan has never killed one of us.

Forget him. We just follow Colonel's orders.

The Colonel is dead.

I only work for my interests.

Are you stupid or did you forget me?

Neither one of them.

Call your superior.

- I am with Mr. Bleuvenne. - Pass him to me.

Good afternoon.

I am at the other side of Paris.

I should have informed you officially...

But I was anxious to see the commandant Marceau.

Would it be a problem?

No problem. The officer will let you.

Thank you. I owe you one.

Do as he said.

Revenge!

Keep pressing again, Bleuvenne. You may kill him a second time.

Go.

Good afternoon.

So?

The two last banks...

have the same type of key.

I need to check again the key you have.

I don't want to mislead you.

What is the password.

Those banks use several types of codes.

The keys look like each other but not the codes.

Mr. Dréan.

"Independence".

The bank you are looking for is Islamyia Bank.

Mr. Reeve.

Commandant Fargette.

Is that you who got the idea? Yes, sir.

Congratulations.

Commandant...

followed my orders.

I have no doubts about it.

I would like to have a word...

with the commandant Fargette.

Sure.

Has he been interrogated?

Not yet, sir.

A police officer is with him.

I need to see him alone.

Could you do me this favour?

Thank you, sir.

I want to know what you mother plans to do.

I don't understand.

What are her plans with regard to Président Luisiadas?

We could find an agreement...

that would avoid a gigantic scandal.

What do you want to know?

How your mother plans to assasinate Président Luisiadas?

- Dréan, where do we stand? - I have the name of the bank.

I just need to go there.

- Now? - It is closed at this time of the day.

Fine, I will be waiting.

Yeah, Eddy?

You will soon have it in your vision.

He is coming.

We go?

All clear! Let's go!

Your hands, asshole!

Antoine...

A police officer will record your statement.

It will be difficult to deny.

A CCTV camera caught you red-handed.

I will confess to everything.

You will say you have acted under Dréan's threat.

He promissed he would kill your mother if you wouldn't obey.

Do you get it?

Yes.

Right.

It's Dréan.

You lost the key but you have the inessive.

How should I feel? Half satisfied?

Caplan doesn't trail.

He'll go to the bank tomorrow as soon as it opens.

I'll be there.

I bet you'll be.

Don't forget our main target: Luisiadas.

- His dead is more important than the rest. - And The Invisibles?

Dantin is dead. Take care of the other two.

Well, ma'am.

What's you name again?

Saddam Hussein.

And those are my two sonnies, Ouda and Koussa.

Say hi to George Bush.

Do we talk business...

or do we just keep on kidding around?

Shoot.

Here is the package.

First you connect the charge...

And this, here, it's a high-powered magnet.

You click and tear it.

This box makes a 2 km signal.

It gives you some time to find a safe place.

You press the button and it's 9/11.

How can I be sure you don't fool me?

Ask them to put the charge in your butt.

What do you think?

Here. Happy birthday, uncle.

Follow me.

We go to the Islamyia Bank as soon as it opens.

We take your car, Walter.

Roxane and me go inside. You two, keep a close watch.

If Drean is not expecting us.

We are all set?

Don't you forget something, Eddy?

What, Lucien?

The dress code.

You need to take a shower...

do you hair.

Smell like rose and wear something presentable.

Regarding the suit...

my brother-in-law can provide anything.

Well, great.

Caplan, it's Fargette.

The son of Bleuvenne has just been trapped. He came to kill Marceau.

- Did he confess? - Yes.

A politician, Marchandeau, keep it safe.

That doesn't change anything for us.

Sorry, Caplan.

- That's it? - No.

A patrol discovered a corpse in the 8th disctrict, next to a bank.

Has identified its military plate:

Werner Blitch.

This is not an Invisible?

- Close to a bank? Islamyia...

"Islamyia whatever", something like that.

- Thank you. - Bye, Caplan.

Dréan?

If it's him, he'll be here tomorrow.

And I won't be far away. No change of plans

I take care of Dréan.

Myriam, I...

Hello.

I will notify your presence.

Good afternoon.

Tarek Saïda. Enchanté.

Follow me please.

The code, please.

Of course. "Independence."

Only one person is allowed.

I stay here.

Follow me.

See you.

Oh, fuck.

Thank you.

If you need anything else.

Thank you.

Okay.

Do we have everything?

Do you want to get promoted?

Send a copy of page 35 to the président.

And why not secretary state?

For that, you'll also need to send him page 36.

Here we go.

Police!

Police!

Easy, fuckers!

Hands in the back!

Down!

Cordon off the bank.

Take them to SDPJ. Lock Caplan alone...

handcuffed and under surveillance.

Go!

Let's hope we did the right thing to gamble our lives on this file.

Remove his handcuffs.

How did you know we would be in the bank?

Do you know who I am?

Yes, Mr. Marchandeau. I am waiting for an answer.

The trap Farguette set for Antoine Bleuvenne.

It's very clever

Too clever for Fargette.

This kind of idea bears your signature.

I phone tapped him...

and when he called you to inform you about the corpse...

close to Islamyia Bank, I got it.

You phone-tapped a cop.

Not very legal, Mr. President's advisor.

You and me, are pragmatic idealists.

We have a desire for justice, regardless of the methods.

Think again, Mr. Councillor.

We have nothing in common. You have a job and a life.

My friends and I are locked up.

It is up to you to change it.

Give me the folder you took...

and you will be reinstated...

in your department and your rank.

- So will be my team? - Yes.

Nothing else to add, Caplan?

I know what Irène Bleuvenne wants to do.

I can see you know it, too.

Sergeant Luanda is looking for Dréan.

Let him.

Make sure he leaves the country without any difficulties.

- Not only him, but two other persons. - Who?

A woman...

and the body of a French officer.

Call sergent Luanda.

If he ever tries anything against Luisiadas, he's dead.

Please...

Don't even think about it.

Luanda?

What do we do now?

When you have your boss in your gun sights, just shoot her.

Luisiadas kicked you down in Angola...

not her.

We attempted a coup against him, he defended himself.

He is not the one who ordered to kill Blitch.

She's wearing a bracelet. The bullet won't touch her.

Try with that.

Same caliber...

but old school.

Do not even think about.

To the future.

To the future.

I am actually happy to be close to you.

Why?

I can look you in the eyes...

and watch you take your last breath.

Down! Down!

It all adds up...

minus the commission.

I don't know much about love but time heals everything.

Evidently, Sergeant.

Evidently.

In those sadly cynical times...

where moral and law are everyday besmirched...

I can fortunately notice there are still few honorable police officers...

as a guardian of common good.

Even if in the past, those policemen went off the rails...

they accepted with dignity...

the disciplinary sanctions.

And when one proposed to redeem themselves...

by achieving a nearly suicidal mission...

they came forward...

with courage and integrity...

and a deep sense of duty...

for the common good of the nation.

That's why...

in virtue of the powers the President imparted in me...

I have the honour to reintegrate, in this ''house''...

and at their previous rank, the police officers...

Commissaire Bernardi...

Lieutenant Roxane Delgado...

Lieutenant Théo Vachewski...

Lieutenant Walter Morlighem...

Commandant Eddy Caplan...

Look at that. Is it not beautiful?

I kiss you.

Give your keys. I am going to see the girl.

- Are you in a hurry? - Yes. See you later?

Yes. See you later

Eddy, Eddy...

Can I talk alone with Eddy?

No!

Théo!

No!

No!

Rox!

Leave me alone!

Caplan, It's Vogel.

Four minus one.

Got it? Four minus one.