Original subtitles

- Patrick Prigent. We did the Bataclan together.

He wants me to take over the head of his group.

- They are excellent people. Make them respect you.

Like Patrick.

- Let me introduce you to Socrates.

It comes to us from the Drugs of Paris.

- Stop!

- Bring us back some stuff.

- Could you see for me? I'm retiring.

- A guy came to me.

Do we know each other? Patrick sent me.

- It came from you.

- Listen to him.

- It won't last long.

Shots

- Police!

Distressing electro theme

Theme of the credits

- Okay. Hold on, I'll call you back.

- Good evening.

Hélène Martinez,

criminal brigade.

- Said, BRI of Versailles.

I was shadowing Selim Khemissi, the victim, to check a pipe.

There, it starts to shoot, the father and the son fall in front of me.

I got out of my vehicle.

The guys shot at me

then after... they ran away.

- And the child?

- He's having surgery. - Okay.

We take over, we'll keep you posted.

- Is that all?

- Yes.

Good luck.

- Don't leave me on the side of the road.

The service war,

I don't give a damn about egos.

I have just taken the head of the group.

But I don't feel above the other brigades.

- Neither do I.

- If I can help you find the guys who did this,

I am at your service.

Because the little...

The little one, I picked him up from the floor.

- OK.

We'll call you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Good evening.

His phone rings.

- Yes, hello?

- How are you feeling?

- I'm okay. *-Did you talk to the Crim ?

- I said I was tailing the guy

following a tip. - Good. And the kid?

-He wakes up.

The doctors say he's going to be fine.

-Avoid the press. Let me do the talking.

It will do.

Then saving a child, it is very positive for the brigade.

Are you still here?

- Yes. *Don't go back right away.

Levallois has pulled up a terrorist cell.

We have to type them tomorrow morning. - Where?

- In Villiers-le-Bel.

Horns honking

Ding

The cell phone rings.

- Yeah?

-The operation, is right next door to you.

- What? *The guys in building D.

We type in an hour.

- Fuck!

- What are you doing?

You don't work nights anymore? What?

- I don't understand your schedule.

- There is nothing to understand. It changes all the time.

What's with the wheaty smokes? That's Otmane.

- He's in the area? At a friend's house for an apartment.

- Whose house is it?

- What do I know?

- What's your problem?

- I don't want him to bring us back

shit.

- Otmane is like my son.

He comes whenever he wants. Okay? Yeah, sure.

Receiving SMS

- Go! Who is Vanessa?

She says she is on her way. Who is she?

- She is my colleague.

- The one who dropped you off the other time? Is she your girl?

- Stop - I'm leaving in 20 minutes.

- Go ahead, it's okay. Oh, it's okay.

You're a man, my son, it's normal! Oh...

Suspenseful music

- Sorry I'm late, I...- It's okay.

They are two sleeping in a cellar.

Levallois thinks they can act very quickly.

They are returning from Yemen.

It can be hot here, there's traffic.

We type them as soon as possible

to exfiltrate them before the city wakes up.

I'll check with the BAC for the security cordon.

- Do you know about Said?

- No. The guy he was following got smoked.

- Stop it.

- Sélim Khemissi.

- The "youvoi" of the 20th .- Yeah.

- Why was he following him?

- He wanted to give her a tip. It was from Patrick.

- Ah, an "uncle" to Patrick.

- I was telling him about Patrick and his informants...

He had good tips.

You never knew where they came from.

No numbers on his phone, he knew them by heart.

He was a good one, Patrick. He worked the old fashioned way.

- Police! Police!

Don't move!

- Drop the gun, it's over. Drop the gun!

Your hands!

Get up!

Raise your jacket!

Raise your jacket! Slowly!

Walk towards me slowly.

Look at me. Move on.

Move on. Keep going, keep moving.

Look at me.

- Light up here.

- Did I wake you up? No.

- Go back to bed.

- Come with me. - No.

He will get up, I will pray and I will take him to school.

- OK.

-Crime against humanity and endangering the life of others

rare qualifications for a company,

Lafarge had tried to have them annulled in court.

Initiative that failed.

We know more about the shooting last night in the 12th district of Paris.

The victims are a 43-year-old man and his 13-year-old son. 43 years old and his 13 years old son.

The man died and the teenager was transported to the hospital

by a police officer...

- Hello?

Did you hear the news?

- Hm.

- Shall I take care of it?

- You can't do that. It will draw attention.

-So what?

The kid, he had done nothing.

- He didn't do it on purpose.

-It doesn't matter.

There's nothing I can do about it.

We don't touch the children. Aslan messed up, he must be punished.

- I understand there's no point in me trying to change your mind.

- Nothing.

-The question of the rights of the defense arise.

But I consider that I will have fulfilled my mission.

Hubbub

- Hey, the hooded ones,

show your face!

Why are you hiding? Show your faces!

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Protests

Ouch, you're hurting me!

You're hurting me!

- Thank you. - Let go of me!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Get off me, you son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

- Step back!

- That's it, get out!

Let go of me, you!

- I had the hospital.

The little one woke up.

- Assholes!

- You bring both to Levallois. Does it work?

I rush to the hospital.

42, can you give me a lift?

Stay available. If the little one talks, we have to be quick.

Can you explain to me why you talked to that woman?

What's going on with you? If the guys from the BAC

tackle the girls to the ground, refrigerators will fall from the floors.

It's no use. Are you kidding me?

- What? - You know a lot of girls

in this city?

- You know very well

that I live in this city, ask me if I know it.

- No, I'm not interested.

You're here, you...

- I don't care about you, it's the band that interests me!

This is the field! Does it fit in your head?

Just now, you made a mistake.

You let go of your colleagues for two seconds.

That's enough to make it go wrong.

This is the last time I'm telling you this.

- I didn't let go of them.

And if I don't want to talk about something,

I'm not talking about it. - You don't want to?

- No, I don't want to talk about it.

- So, you just go ahead and manage.

The next time you put your colleagues your colleagues in this situation,

It's not going to do it.

I won't tell you twice.

And you never talk to me like that again.

I'm not your friend.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Do you remember me? Yes.

- The lady will ask you some questions, will you answer them?

- I know, it's a little early, sorry, but we need to know

what happened last night - we were supposed to go to the restaurant.

- With your dad? Yes.

- Anyone else?

- No, finally,

Alix did not come.

- Who is Alix?

- Dad's girlfriend.

- Why didn't she come? Dad didn't say anything. I was happy.

- Where does Alix live?

- I was told

that it was possible! Calm down.

- It is possible

or is it not possible? No visit.

- It's this room. Don't insist.

- But I am his godmother.

- I don't give a shit. You don't understand.

- What's going on here?

- My godson is in there.

I'm his family. - His mother, where is she?

- It's not there anymore. Ask the kid!

- Come on, but calm down - I am calm!

- No, you calm down.

- It's okay. I want to see it.

My baby.

How are you? I'm fine.

- You want to

that I ask them if there is something to eat?

- Badri ?

Give me the keys to your car. Why?

- You will ask Vanessa to come and get you.

In fact, the father had a appointment with his girlfriend.

- A mistress? No, a regular one.

Or he wouldn't have invited his kid.

And she cancelled at the last moment.

Maybe she helped set up the ambush.

Alix, her name is. I have sent you her address on WhatsApp.

You and Vanessa, start digging into this.

- Are we going to follow Selim's girl?

Joggers found the car of the shooting,

abandoned in Chantilly.

A beautiful double. It's clean.

Socrates and Julian

went on a date because Socrates knows a guy

who makes the Audi

for the guys who are reassembling the "bédo".

What's wrong with you?

- It's Said, he's getting on my nerves.

He's a weasel, this guy, he puts his head everywhere.

- You're just offended.

Did you talk about your mother?

- No. I mean, he asked me why I had helped her.

- And?

- And what?

Imagine we don't know each other, I'm telling you I tell you that this chick was my mother

but she doesn't know what I do for a living.

- You could have told him.

- He already knows, anyway.

I don't even know for sure.

That's what gets me, it's sneaky.

I don't feel like it.

There is no death, it is complicated, but that's okay.

- Go ahead, it's not the only thing.

My cousin left his smokes at my mother's house.

I found the same package in the box of the guys we farted.

- You're paranoid.

Everyone smokes the same cigarettes.

- Oh yeah? Syrian cigarettes?

Suspenseful music

- How is he doing?

- It's okay.

- I have a plaque for you.

A black Mercedes E Class.

"EE-235-MH".

-OK.

Tarek Akkouche, a member of the banditry for robberies.

Married to Nina Perez Shall I send you her file?

- Yes, by WhatsApp, thank you.

-OK.-Thank you.

- Hello.

Hello? Yeah, are you okay?

I'm in the stores.

- Thank you. Good morning. - Good morning, ma'am.

- What? Of course I'm armored

Didn't you understand? (Damn, I'm talking too loud.)

I try things

and I'll call you back.

OK?

Go ahead, see you later.

- Is everything going well?

- Yes. Can I try? The cabins are there.

Cracking

-(Shit.)

Phew...

- I'll take that.

Follow me.

And there you have it.

- Thank you, goodbye. See you soon.

Everything went well - Police.

How much did this girl buy?

- Uh...- Can I have a double?

- 3 259.

There you go. - Thank you, goodbye.

Birds chirping

- Patrick?

Can I say something about your wife?

- Do you know who raised me?

It is her mother.

She took me in.

Otherwise, I would have finished badly.

My family of "raclos" where I was, I couldn't "dicave" them.

I had "nachav".

And I landed there.

At her home.

Her mother gave me a tour. That's where I saw her.

She was making cakes in the kitchen.

It is there.

She looks at me.

And she smiles at me.

She doesn't know me, she smiles at me

I have to help him to make cakes.

I'm 14 years old, I can't do anything, I'm a I'm a scrounger who lives outside

My home was her. I was going to see her.

Even when she married him.

I'm telling you, I didn't like you.

My little ones, I say it in front of them.

I didn't want to.

You, I made you, I was 15 years old, I didn't want to.

You are here because of her.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Patrick, I'll go.

Again, I am sorry for your loss.

- How did you know?

- By colleagues.

- I appreciate it, thank you.

Eric.

This is Said. He replaces me at the BRI.

- Father, shall we go?

- I'll call you back.

- Wait for me here.

- I'm coming.

- You'll scare them with your outfit.

Hi.

Is he here, Anzor?

In Georgian

- Ah, my friend Bob Marley.

How are you?

- I'm fine, and you? Yes, fine.

- It's been a long time. Are you in shape?

- Yes, there is work to do.

Are you here to buy a car from me? No, I'm looking for a customer of yours.

- I don't do anything anymore, my friend. Look, four more months.

Afterwards, I go to see the wife and children.

- Are you happy? - Happy.

- If you're happy, great. I'm looking for an Audi S Line.

- I told you, my friend,

I can't help you anymore.

- And your little one,

Is it okay?

- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

I'm just telling you,

the guys we're looking for,

they shot a boy who is the same age as your son.

You see?

It's all over the news.

Everyone wants to do them. If you help me, that's cool.

Plus...

I brought you this.

You win this.

- If you don't help me, your vacation in Georgia, you forget.

For ten years, your wife, your children, you forget.

- It's okay. - It's okay?

You'll call me soon, right?

Hi.

- How long has it been informing you?

- Two, three years.

- Will he get them, guys? We'll see.

It better be.

What's up?

- Will you do me a favor? No.

- The name given to me by Poisson,

the guy who's in every shot,

I checked his file.

- Good - Child of the DDASS,

juvenile prison, nothing special

- And?

- Said wants me to find an informant, and he looks like a chrome nickel, right?

- Yeah, I don't know. Except that?

- Except that I don't know I don't know how to do that.

I never... You know what I mean?

- Do you have his name?

- Yeah. - Do you have your phone?

- Yeah. - Do you have Google?

- What?

- Do you have Google?

- Search on Google.

- Are you kidding me?

- No, on the networks, you can find stuff.

Give me the keys.

I'll drive, you have an hour to search.

I listen to my music and you leave me alone.

- I'm searching the Internet and I'll find the guy.

- Exactly.

Intriguing theme

- What are you playing at?

- What are you doing now?

- Who is he? I don't know.

- What did you buy?

We're gonna get burned because of your bullshit.

- Let go of me!

- What do we do?

- Hold on.

- Oh!

- Get out of here. What's wrong with you?

Hey! Get out of here

or I call the cops!

Are you okay, miss?

- Let go of me, you too!

What are these people? What the fuck...

- What the fuck...

- So, Selim's girlfriend plants the appointment,

he gets killed and, the next day,

she spends a lot of money.

- With the money she received for giving the top.

- Shopping

to mourn its dead...

- It's the chicks who give the go ?

Are we in Marseille?

- Take a look at this. This is the guy who shook the girl

in front of her house.

- If she was paid to set him up,

it's a pain in the ass to be noticed.

- Telephony?

- It ended at her house and at 2 o'clock, in St-Germain.

- She goes out, but says to Selim

that she is ill.

- Yeah, weird, but we're gonna focus on this guy.

We'll be in touch.

Good evening and enjoy your meal.

- Thank you.

- Hey, guys?

- Pff!

- What?

- Why do we share?

- What do you mean by that?

- They're going to screw it up with their methods.

- You know your business.

The magistrate, the co-referral...- But why so soon?

Normally, you play the flute at their place until we understand.

- "Playing the flute".

It's easy to arrest people, but you know what?

Afterwards, they are judged. If the investigation is botched,

We don't botch the investigation.

We're cops, not judges. We don't care about paperwork.

- They'll screw it up, they are not discreet.

We should have investigated the girl before we talked to Homicide.

- Do you all think like that?

- We all think like that.

- That's right.

Someone is boxing against a bag.

- Hey!

Socrates?

I found it.

- The guy that Poisson threw away after we broke him.

Remember? Yeah.

- His name is Rayan, I found him on Insta.

This is him.

This is him.

That's him.

- This is his account.

Let's see the picture from before.

I know this.

This is the "15 Bis".

- What is it?

- A former squat, Porte de Montreuil.

A collective has taken this up.

They organize parties a little rave, all that.

It's a club. A nightclub.

It's a bit gay, all that.

- Are you queer?

- Excuse me? Are you a fag?

- Why?

- You tell me you're going there.

- I went there to work.

There used to be a crack house before, next door.

The owner let us to put cameras on the front.

That was two years ago. But it hasn't moved.

- Shall we go together? What, now?

- When you're done.

- No, I'm going home.

I'm tired, I'm hungry.

- He won't even be there. Just to see.

- Are you sure you're ready?

-Hey, hoods, show your faces!

Let go of me!

- Are you still on it?

That's it, zap it. - Zap what?

What sons of bitches...

Where do they think they are?

Who do they take us for?

I was on my way to work and they break my balls.

I will lose a day

because of them.

- You shouldn't have provoked them, did you see how you yelled?

- Whose side are you on?

Your cousin is right, you have changed.

- What, he said that? You're not the same.

You're always pulling a face.

Remind me of the last time

I'm here to laugh with you?

You thought I was your boyfriend? You're out of your mind.

- I am your mother,

Don't talk to me like that. You're all getting me drunk today.

Hubbub, laughter

- People are restless.

Intriguing theme

Techno song

- What is this?

You said it was a gay club.

- Patrick told me

one of his runs

during an orgy with trannies,

it was not that, the atmosphere.

- Patrick, how old is he too? Hey, Patrick, he's a good one.

- Did I say the opposite?

- Patrick is the one who trained me. He taught me everything.

Among the thugs and the cops...

- Oh, man, look.

I'm tired, but I came. Your old cop sayings,

you keep them to yourself.

It's breaking my balls. Come on, let's have a drink.

Are you okay? Yes, and you?

Can I have two rum and cokes?

You're all dressed up, It's a pleasure.

- Thank you.

- Keep the change.

Skol!

- Yeah.

- Do you have a girlfriend?

- No.

- A guy?

- Hey, you're twisted

to the DEA, right?

- Hey, stop with that.

- Why?

- Before you came here, you did your in another brigade,

like everyone else. Yeah.

- When you took your first call, and you were told, "We have a shooting."

What did you think?

You thought, "This isn't a movie, I'm not in a fucking movie.

"It's up to me to deal with the shit." You thought that and so did I.

OK?

So change your record and stop judging people.

- That's him.

- I know it's him.

Good luck. - What do you mean? What do you mean?

- Do I have to hold your hand by the hand to get there?

I thought you didn't like the atmosphere. Don't be crazy, baby.

- Where are you going, baby? I'm not going anywhere.

- Then go somewhere else.

- No, I'm going over there. Damn, you're muscular.

You're a buffalo.

- Go ahead, it's fine.

- Do you box?

I don't think so.

- Why? It's stupid.

Here, look.

I'll leave you my card.

I am a VTC driver.

I'm Niko, with a "k" - I smoke here, fuck you!

- No, the cigarette is outside.

We'll call security.

- Get out!

I smoke here!

- No.

- What are you doing now?

- Stop! You faggot!

- He's sick.

- Motherfucker, son of a bitch!

Let me go, let me go!

What the hell...

You want to make

hot with me, you?

What are you doing, asshole? It's okay. Stay here, you!

- Take a good look at me!

I'm going to smoke you, dog, go!

You bastard!

- Go ahead, here.

I've put my number on you.

- Who are you?

- Someone who can help you if you have any problems.

- There's no such thing.

- Shut up, jerk. Fuck you.

An iron curtain creaks.

Suspenseful music

- It's closed.

In Creole:

- Speak.

I don't know his name, I swear. Okay.

- For me, it's nonsense.

Can we try something else? try something else?

That you change your mind? I know my job.

We have to do it. - Helene...

I'm not teaching you your job.

But if you call out to Alix, they'll know we're onto them.

- Who "they" are - The sponsors.

- Do you know who they are?

Well, that's it. So we start with what we have.

- And so we sabotage the only thing we have.

Well, the Crim' has arrested Alix. - But no!

- It's okay, we'll see

what it will be like.

You have news

I have to call him back today.

- Well, I need something.

The assailant, the car...- Am I interrupting?

- Oh, oh! You're not disturbing.

How are you?

- The shape?

- How are you? Julian.

- Socrates.- Patrick.

- How are you doing?

- Said.

- Are you okay, Patrick?

- Not too bad.

- What about you?

- Did you clean up?

You didn't keep the couch? No.

I never sleep here.

- That's what we say at the beginning.

I'm listening.

- Uh...

The guy who came to see me from you...

Ben, it's him

who was killed in front of his son.

- I told you I didn't know him.

- Oh yeah?

I discovered that it was related

to the guy who was at your wife's your wife's funeral, Eric Perez.

- I know who you are talking about, he's a friend of my wife.

What he does on the side, is not my problem.

Then it's Paris,

all the thugs know each other - that's more than knowing each other.

The guy got shot in the 12th,

the godmother of his son, is Eric's daughter.

- How do you know that Nina is the godmother?

What the fuck...

That's why you were

at my wife's funeral?

Listen to me carefully.

I am retired.

Who got smoked and why, I don't care.

You took the job.

You're on your own.

- Anzor, give me something. See you later.

- Stop, either you give me something right now,

or I blow up your bracelet

and you go back to eat the bowl directly.

Give me a name!

- What happened with Patrick?

- I got it.

He is a Chechen.

He met him

in the mosque of Sarcelles. - Do you have a description?

- Better yet, a photo.

- It is Friday, if he goes to the mosque, he is there today.

- I'm transferring the picture to you.

- You have a qamis in the trunk.

You take it. You enter the mosque,

you try to spot the guy.

We are waiting for you outside.

Is it good?

- It's going to be weird, I'm not from the neighborhood.

- No, no one will notice you.

- What do you mean by that?

- I've never been to the mosque.

- Well, I'm off.

You stand in place and you wait for me.

Disparate discussions in Arabic

Suspenseful music

-There's a guy who matches the picture.

He comes out, blue qamis.

- I got it.

-Don't stick it to him, Badri. Keep your distance.

OK.

- He enters the building.

-We'll pick up. We'll put a dispo in front.

Badri, can you hear me? We're picking up.

Did you receive me?

Footsteps resound.

- Badri ?

-He goes back down.

Do you have it?

- OK. He goes to the parking lot.

I enter the parking lot.

Police!

- Don't stand there, it's the police!

That's it, go... to bed!