All language subtitles for Braquo S03E06 FR BRD 720p

You shouldn't be here.

You should be in your room.

Go back there.

Could I borrow your gun, Captain?

The 9 mm in your belt.

Don't be afraid.

Where did you learn that?

I don't want to go
back to my room.

Put this on.

Stay there!

Walter, Roxanne.
I'll open fire.

- Stay put.
- OK, received.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Shut your mouth!

Leave him alone, for god's sake!

- Shut it!
- Please!

Your husband's very brave, you know.

Please!

He must have big balls.
Let's see how big they are.

But I'll rip them off
if you don't play ball.

I'll put them
on a necklace for you.

Do what we're asking,
and we'll leave you in peace.

I can't. I've already told you.

He says he can't.

Does he think it's a joke?

He must think that.

- Leave us in peace!
- Shut your mouth!

No! No!

You'll soon see
if we're joking or not. Look!

Look at your wife's mug!
Go on, fire. Go on.

- Please, no.
- Let's play a game.

- I can't do it, I tell you.
- I'm just putting one in.

- Watch.
- Don't!

You're fucking crazy! I can't do it!

Shut your mouth!

Shut your fucking mouth!

- No!
- Wow!

Well, that was lucky.
Have you got anything to say?

- I can't!
- Two bullets coming up, then.

Just watch what I do to your slut!

Stop. Stop, for fuck's sake!

Wait... Wait.

- It's outside.
- Come on, then.

Don't hurt him...

Bruno! Bruno!

It's all over.

Come on, get a move on.

Very clever!

Get out of the way.

It's going to kick off.

- What shall we do?
- Nab them.

They've left.

- Police!
- Freeze!

Hands on the wheel!
Don't move!

We're with police department 92.

Prove it.

- Theo.
- Hey, dickwad.

I've got a very itchy finger.

Cordero. They're here.

Get out of the car.

You can sort it out
with the head of the Crime Squad.

- That yellow top suits you.
- Don't push me.

Mrs. Rossi! What a surprise.

What do you poofters want?

Can we talk
without the bullshit?

Sorry, dear, I don't follow.
Could you repeat the question?

I know you were at Laners' place.
You gave him a beating.

And you played Russian
roulette with his bird.

You should cut out the overtime.
It's making you see things.

All four of you are on video.

Can you identify us in our masks?
To sum up,

you saw four masked men attack
a poor couple, and you did nothing.

- What's that called?
- Failure to assist a person in danger.

Stop the bullshit.

I know Laners gave you the keys
and paperwork for several cars.

I need them.

I think you can do me
a little favour in this case.

The benefits would be mutual.

Sure.

We could also wait till nightfall
and run naked through the grass.

Right.

See you, poofters.

Tell your flunkeys to clear the road.

Don't forget the top!

Watch out. You've got it coming.

Stop, I'm shaking.

Call the Prosecutor.

Tell him what just happened.

Then bring Laners
in and put him in the cooler.

- How did it go?
- Without a hitch.

We'll get the cars
first thing tomorrow morning.

That'll really screw Vibert.

Is he the head of Crime Squad 93?

- Yeah. Know him?
- By reputation.

How will you play this?

His case is screwed
without the keys,

but ours is done and dusted.
Next, please.

We need to go through
what just happened.

I thought you looked uneasy.

Theo, why point a gun at the woman?

She's not dead,
so what's the problem?

Max told me to do it.
Don't take it out on me.

Go on. Show him.

One, two, three.

- You removed the firing pin.
- That's right.

I love women too much
to have killed her. You know that.

You could have told me!

I couldn't resist
making you pull that face.

- Here you go.
- You win.

Let's have a drink.

To Vibert!

- To us.
- To us!

Orianne?

Why are you still up?

Where's your mother?

I wanted to be up when
you got back. I've made you dinner.

Thanks.

You've not answered me.

Where's your mother?

She's gone out
for a friend's birthday.

She's not doing anything wrong.

Don't be angry.

I'm not angry.

I promise.

I'm not angry.

Go back to bed.

Bloody hell, Max.
It's six in the morning.

What?

You're not sleeping, anyway.

Get off! You stink of booze.

Stop it! You're mixing things up.

Either you make love to your wife
or you go fuck a whore.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

What's the matter?

Today, I smashed in
some guy's face, and...

I told Theo to point a...

to point a gun in his wife's face.

I'm behaving like there's
something wrong with me.

I'm worse than a thug.

And you know what?

I enjoy it.

- Captain Rossi?
- What?

Prosecutor Vanderbeke
wants to see you at 8 am.

OK. I'll be there.

Bastards.

I'm sorry, Hélène.

I'm afraid.

You come back at dawn.

Just like a whore.

Don't start, Romain.

I was at a friend's birthday.

I sang for him and his friends.

You sang, did you?

Answer me when I speak to you.

Please, stop it.

Answer me, then.

What were you doing all night?

I'm a singer. I sang.

Really? You sang, did you?

How can I be sure the mic was the
only thing you held to your lips.

You arsehole.

- I'm the mother of your child!
- My child?

She was up in the middle of the night.

She was waiting up
out of fear for you.

You want respect, do you?

You want me to treat you like a man.
Like a husband.

I would if you were more of a man.

Let go of me, you bastard!

It's over. It's over.

It's over. Over.

Gentlemen.

Having to get up
early on Sunday morning

to carry out my duties
as a State Prosecutor

is not a problem for me.

However, refereeing a playground
squabble is not my cup of tea at all.

In this case, the report I'll file
on the two of you will be juicy.

You can count on that.
Do I make myself understood?

Perfectly, Prosecutor.

You first, Captain Rossi.

The home-jacking case in region 92
turned up the name Bruno Laners.

He's a luxury car dealer.

No criminal record,
but a lengthy list of vices.

Yesterday, we set a trap
and he confessed.

We recovered the keys and paperwork
of a number of stolen cars

which were about to be
disguised and sold abroad.

I'd best not ask exactly
how you obtained his confession.

The evidence and reports
were to be recorded this weekend.

You would have been able to issue
arrest warrants on Monday morning.

Unfortunately, you ran into
a Crime Squad 93 investigation.

Captain Vibert,

here we have a case brilliantly
tied up by Police Department 92.

God knows the police needed it.

Give me one good reason
for bypassing Rossi's operation.

I won't just give you one.
I've got four hundred reasons.

Four hundred kilos of cannabis

hidden in the cars seized by Rossi.

I don't understand.

The cars are first
sent to Morocco, legally.

Once there, they are recovered,

and returned to France,
this time stashed with dope.

And that's not all.

Once back in France, they are sold
by the Laners dealership.

He rakes in double the profit,
from the cars and the dope.

And who's behind all of this?

Mounir Aoudi.

Still not got him after ten years?

- Can you finally nail him?
- Good question. Vibert?

Laners tipped us off
about a certain Idriss Alioum.

He's Aoudi's childhood friend
and right-hand man. He's the key.

What makes you so sure
he'll betray his friend?

Aoudi is an Arab.
Idriss Alioum is black.

And he's fucking Aoudi's sister.

From what I've seen of Arabs,

if a black man touches their sister,
he'd better be a good runner.

Very well.

This is what we'll do.

Bring Alioum in,
and spell out the situation to him:

either cooperate
or get into marathon mode.

If he folds, we go all the way.

Police Department 92
and Crime Squad 93, hand in hand.

I don't like it, Max.

You think the idea of working
with Vibert turns me on?

You don't have to marry him.
Just pretend to.

Don't tell me
I have to sign you off on leave over this?

We started this together,
so we'll finish it together.

- That's the way it is.
- Good. That's the Eddy I love!

- Whoa there!
- Hello, girls.

How are you?

Hello, boss.

- You brought your mum?
- Very funny.

- This is Laura.
- Hello Laura.

How are you?

Wow! Look at all this!

- Hi, Rox.
- Classy!

- Champagne!
- What can I drink?

- Who opened the Champagne?
- Isn't there juice?

Max told me what you did yesterday.

No one died, and everyone
got home safe and sound.

Yeah.

How about the woman
you threatened with a gun?

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

I'm just wondering why
Max felt he had to confess.

I've no idea. Maybe he was tired.
What do I know?

- What's that, mum?
- Nothing.

You can't go on like this.

You have to report him.

Report him?

There's no point.

Orianne.

You have to try to understand.
Look at me.

It's because of his work.

Do you understand?

And gaining strength

There is only steppe around

The road ahead is long...

We've got visitors.

I think it's Alioum.

Yes, it's him!

What the hell's happened here?

I'll call Mounir.

We're at Laners' place. It's empty
but it's been turned upside down.

We're on our way.

Let's go.

Police! Freeze!

Freeze, asshole! Freeze!

You're bent, making a video like that.

Got anything else?

Following this attack,

Laners and his bird
have disappeared.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

At the cinema.
I've got a cast iron alibi. Check it.

- Now I want to see my lawyer.
- OK.

But have a look at this first.

Watch carefully.

Idriss.

Hey.

Does Mounir know
you're fucking his sister?

Look at that.

He's not going to like it.

What do you think?

Come on. Be a good Frenchman
for once in your life.

- Collaborate.
- She's hot.

Pity we can't see your dick.
Your fat arse is on show though!

She's fit.

What do you suggest?

Stick it on properly.

Why does only he wear a mic?
What about Theo and the other one?

That was Vibert and Max's decision.

Nino and Wachewski
go to Aoudi's place.

Alioum will be with them,
and we'll provide backup.

If we lose radio contact, you die.

- Which floor?
- Ninth.

Ninth floor.

Are you scared of heights?

No, just surprised.
I thought rats lived underground.

Eddy.

Hey, whoa!

Freeze. On your knees.

The coast's clear.

- Shit. They've jammed the lift.
- We'll take the stairs.

Don't forget whose side you're on.

Mounir. This is Nino Franchesi
and Theo Wachewski.

So, you've stolen my cars.

- We should talk.
- Oh, we'll talk, alright.

- Is Franchesi Italian or Corsican?
- Corsican. Why?

Do you know the story
about two dogs

who enter the wolf's lair?

One of them ends up dead.

Put them on the floor nice and slowly.

Shit. The bastard's taken the mic off.

Marcus, bring up the ram.
Quickly.

Which is the Crime Squad officer?

The Corsican.

Are you crazy?
You've shot a cop!

Shut it! On your knees,
hands on your head.

- What did you say?
- You've shot a cop!

Wrong, asshole.
I've not killed a cop.

He was a pig
who wanted to fine me.

And because I wouldn't give him
what he wanted...

He shot my brother-in-law, Idriss.

You really thought
I'd let you defile my sister?

You dirty fucking nigger!

I'd quit now if I were you.
Backup's on its way.

I certainly hope it is.

What are you playing at?

If I live,
it's your word against a cop's.

Aoudi! Open up! Police!

You don't get it, do you?

It'll be my word
against a corrupt little cokehead's.

Marcus! Where the fuck
are you with the ram?

Choose between the powder in
my gun and the powder on the bar.

Move it!

Now the other nostril.

I'm Mounir Aoudi.

I'm a prisoner.
I'm handing myself in.

Oh shit!

Theo? Are you injured?
They've drugged him.

That means his evidence
is useless.

The bastard's thought of everything.
Motherfucker!

Stop!

Stop!

Thank you, Police Department.

- Crime Squad cocksuckers.
- Shut your fucking face!

Drop the cuffs, Caplan.

Caplan. Drop the cuffs.

I can't let you do
what you're thinking, Vibert.

It's OK, guys. Max, tell him.

- Put that away. We're leaving.
- What the hell?

This is none of our business. Stop it.

It's got nothing to do with us.
Come!

Come on!

Hey, Vibert.

Looks like your little lieutenant
has lost his head.

STATEMENT

Congratulations, Lieutenant Caplan.

You are a credit to the police force.

It wouldn't surprise me
if they made you Captain for this.

I hope you're able
to live with yourself.

Grassing up a colleague
to Internal Affairs.

What a total whore.

Even if the colleague
in question is a total asshole?

We're cops.
Our job is to apply the law.

Bullshit.

Our job is to do justice
as best we can

with the shitty resources
they grant us.

So, do you call Russian roulette with
an innocent woman "doing justice"?

Are you judging my command?

No. But if you'd challenged Vibert,

Theo wouldn't have done coke.
No one would've died.

There's a line, Eddy.

We were on the right side of it,

until your idiocy
pushed us across to the other side.

We're scum to the rest of the force now.

Do you understand?

You've condemned us, you damn fool.

Captain Rossi.

Your turn.

I hope your evidence is as lucid
as that of Lieutenant Caplan.

Caplan!

Look at that piece of shit, my girl.

That's Eddy Caplan.

He's the grass
who's fucked our lives up.

Take her home, Vibert.

She's got no business here.

Are you giving me orders now,
you slut.

I'm going to kill you.

Dad!

You're totally plastered.

Even from there, you'll miss.

But I won't miss you.

Please, dad. Let's go.

Dad.

Dad. Please.

Please, dad.

Dad, please.

This isn't over, Caplan.

I'll be back to kill you.

I won't forget.

THE DISGRACE

What are we going to do, Romain?

It's quite obvious, dear.

I'll go to jail, and you can suck
on all the mics you like.

Doing wrong doesn't give you
the right to talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you as I wish.

What? You think you're
coming to see me when I'm inside?

You don't give a flying fuck
what happens to me!

Bitch! I'm going to kill you!

I'm going to kill you,
you fucking whore!

That'll stop you from
visiting me in prison.

- Stop it! Dad!
- You, get out!

I'm going to kill you!

What are you doing, Orianne?

You want to kill your dad, do you?

Is that what you want to do?
You know what you are?

A whore, just like your mum.

Hello. Who are you here to see?

I have a meeting
with Mikhail Pavlovitch.

Come on, Orianne.

Irina.

This is my friend, Mikhail Pavlovitch.

He's going to look after us.

From now on, the two of you
are under my protection.

OK?

Thank you.

Look at that piece of shit, my girl.

That's Eddy Caplan.

He's the grass
who's fucked our lives up.

Cease fire! Cease fire!

I've lost two men, Atom.
Great plan.

Jordania will burn before sunrise.

Vahag!

Do it.

Freeze!

Hands up!
What do you want?

You have five minutes
to hand over Jordania.

- Otherwise...
- Otherwise what?

What the fuck's he playing at?

The only life we want is Jordania's.

You have five minutes.

Otherwise, you will all die with him.

You look like a man
with his back to the wall.

- We've enough ammo for the night.
- I know these people.

They'll use the bazooka again
if that's what it takes to kill me.

What are you trying to say?

- Do you want to die?
- No. Not really.

But I'm a realist.

If you don't want
all of your friends to die,

you have no option
other than to hand me over.

What shall we do?

Sometimes,
the best way to win a war...

is to die.

Come on.

Come on, this way.

Move it!

Come on!

Walk!

The key.

Put this on.

Go on.

Come on, guys.
Show me your faces.

What's the point of hiding?
I'm going to die.

Get the cop out of here.

Atom...

My dad said there was a wolf
and a jackal in each of us.

Now I see which one
you choose to feed first.

Son of a bitch.

Open it.

Take a seat, Atom.

And have some food.