All language subtitles for BRI THE BRIGADE 2023 S01E05-ENGLISH-en

PREVIOUSLY

The second shooter in the 12th
may be Jean Khodja.

Then he went running with a guy.

- He’s Rachid’s little brother.
- Hamza.

Be careful, be discreet
and be clever.

Do you want to ask me something?

Éric Perez’s eldest son
was shot at this morning.

I’m done talking.

What are you going to do?
Start a war, at your age?

Have I retired?

Get the El-Hassani brothers.

The last thing I want

is a gang war
in central Paris.

A hold-up at the Opéra Comique.

Shit!

Taking up police resources to arrest losers
when the real job is 1 km away.

- Why are you here?
- He’s come back to lead the group.

What’s wrong?

- Did someone get...
- No.

Not one of ours, anyway.

I’ve been demoted.

Why?

They say I screwed up an operation

and that I’m not ready for command.

What happened?

I don’t really want to talk about it.

OK.

I won’t ask you, then.

You don’t need to be ashamed.
Not here, not with me.

If you need to go away
for a few days, you can.

But never leave those guns
lying around near our children again, OK?

THE BRIGADE

Yes!

Niko.

Um... Hi, this is...

You gave me your number in a club.

So... call me on this number, please. Ciao.

Right.

You all know Rachid El-Hassani,
we arrested him for trafficking.

Apparently,
he’s still operating via his brother Hamza.

The family is a major player
in drugs trafficking.

Socrate investigated them
with his old group.

- Anything to say?
- Yes.

We knew they had a network
for the coke, but we never found it.

Which is rare,
as normally there are snitches.

They left no traces,

and we’re talking about 20%
of the coke in circulation.

- In Paris?
- In France.

What makes them worse
than the Perez family?

They had Sélim killed
in front of his son.

Their gunman shot at you.

And now Jordan...
Shall I go on?

So, what did Éric and his men do
to make those kids respond so violently?

Do you know something we don’t?

- No.
- Right.

We concentrate on the El-Hassanis,
starting with the youngest.

I want his brother’s number.

Find out what he says to Jean,

who he sees, what they do...

and what they’re planning, OK?

I’ll make you some space.

The guys went after Hamza,
I waited for you.

- Sorry, it’s the best we can do.
- It’s fine, thanks.

- If you have...
- I don’t want to talk about yesterday.

Neither do I.
You said

I could talk to you about

how I felt regarding Aslan.

I don’t know. I’m not tired,
I eat regularly, I’m gaining muscle.

But my testosterone’s rising.

- And that bothers you?
- Well, yes.

It’s what I always wanted,

but why is it rising now,
after what happened?

Because your brain is confused.

You survived, hence the euphoria.

You don’t feel tired, you’re energetic.

Whereas the norm in such cases
is stress and depression.

And when that happens,
you have to fight it.

And if it doesn’t?

You never know
how your body will react.

I’ve seen guys lose weight, gain it.

Guys who get sick,

who get cancer.

Some want to do nothing,
others have strong sexual desires.

Some gamble, some drink.

And you?

How did you cope?

A mix of my family, God...

- God?
- Yes, God.

Really?

So, what marks you out
from someone like Khodja?

Maybe I don’t even believe
in the same God.

I have no God or family,
what do I do?

You’re good at cheering people up.

He just came out.

He’s getting in his car.

Here we go.

He’s heading right
on Olympe-de-Gouges.

He’s crossing my path.

I’ve got him.

We’re on rue Eugénie-Eboué.

Stopped in front of number 18.

A veiled woman of 60 or 70
is getting in.

That’ll be his mother.
She’s visiting Rachid today.

OK, I’ll tell the others.

Hamza’s taking his mother
to Villepinte to see Rachid.

We’ll meet you there.

Here you go,
you happy?

Yeah.

Not bad.

Really.

Are you happy with it?

Looks good, doesn’t it?

Can you put

a heart on it?

A melting one,
to say I love my daughter.

Understand?

He didn’t get it.

Explain it to him.

We can do that for you, no problem.

- How much?
- One moment.

You Arabs could learn a thing or two
from them about cakes, huh, Tarek?

Here, take it all.

Tell him to take his wife
out to dinner.

You’re OK.

Éric? It’s Rachid.

You’ve got some nerve!

Do you know what you’re doing,
you little shit?

- Is that any way to talk?
- What did you expect?

Want to know
why I’m calling?

I know why you’re calling.

Because you’re scared.

You should’ve thought of that before.

- Your son, that wasn’t me.
- You’re funny!

It’s true.

I didn’t start all this.

I work hard, and I won’t be
criticized by you or anyone else.

Don’t worry,
it won’t be by anyone else!

How would you react if you were me?

I’m not you, you little bastard.

You tried to screw me.
So now,

I’m gonna show you how we do things.

OK? See you soon, Rachid.

Look.

He’s leaving, let’s go.

Visiting room.

- He’s parking.
- OK, I’ll follow on foot.

I’m parking underground.

He’s having coffee by the escalators.
Standing down.

Confirmed.

Shit!

It’s me. You OK?

Yeah. How’s your son?

Don’t worry about him.

Look, I’m throwing a party
for my daughter tonight.

Where we normally meet.

At my club.
I’d like you to be there.

I don’t know if I can make it.

It’d be good if you can.
The girl would like it.

And it’ll be a chance to talk.

Gotta go.

See you tonight.

Yeah?

OK. Do what you have to do.

Hello, Hamza?

Go ahead!

Your sons are dead!

- Ma’am!
- Are you OK?

Just so that you know,
while the group was tailing Hamza,

their mother was beaten up
outside the prison.

- Thanks for letting me know.
- No problem.

We agreed you’d leave it alone,

that you’d let me deal with it, no?

- What? What have I done?
- Seriously!

Beating up their mother
outside the prison?

They tried to kill my kid.

What’s my name? Perez.

There you go.

What do you care
about that bunch of snakes?

You want to catch them,
I flush them out.

We were tailing Hamza and his mother.
We could’ve run into your men.

You could have, but you didn’t.

What is it?

Don’t you trust me anymore?

The boot’s on the other foot.

I needed you, but you weren’t there.

Well, now I’m back,

and I’ll take care of the brothers.

I warn you,
if you do anything like this again,

the deal’s off
and you can forget about me.

Then do something.

Come on, take off your coat, relax.

Want another beer?

No, forget it.

- I’ll say hello to Nina and go.
- Stay, Noam’s on his way.

Noam?

He’s coming tonight.

What for?

To do the music for my daughter.

You know me, Nina’s my princess.

I can’t deny her anything.

- We were never meant to mix.
- What’s the problem?

Nina was friends with your wife
and she adores Noam, what can I do?

You’ve always managed
to get your way.

That’s how you got this club
and the rest.

Wow!

You’re crazy!

I love you!

Look at her! My beauty!

- My daughter!
- Father!

Come here.

Tell your guys

- to stop filming me and Patrick.
- OK, Father.

Have fun.

Stop filming.

Johan, set them up, they’re with me.

- Happy birthday, my lovely.
- Thanks!

- All right?
- Happy birthday, my lovely.

You look fantastic!

- Happy birthday.
- You look lovely, Nina.

You’re here!

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks!

Let’s have a drink.

- Come on!
- No, I have to go.

Come on!

Just a quick drink, come on.

We need to talk about your kid.

Noam’s not good.

- What?
- Haven’t you noticed?

He lost his mother...

He’s quit school and he’s doing drugs.
You’re his father, you take care of it.

There he is!

What time do you call this?

Loafer!

- Happy birthday, darling.
- Thank you.

Make a wish.

Thank you!

Hey, there’s a fire!
Get everyone out!

Fire! Get out!

Everybody out!

Noam! Get out!

Get out!

All right, cous’?

- Yeah.
- What happened?

Nothing.
I helped a pal with his car.

You stink of gasoline.

I told you,
I helped a pal with his car.

Sure you’re OK?

I killed a guy
and burned him in his car.

- You’re funny.
- So are you.

Go back to your videos or whatever.

They tried to kill your son
and burned down the club!

We beat up their mother
and they responded.

- And that’s it, finished?
- It’s not your concern.

- Who are the men here?
- Have we gone soft or what?

Calm down.

Listen to your brother.

Last time you got a slap.
Now your man’s gonna get one.

Arab,
control your woman.

- His woman’s your daughter!
- Sit down.

- All right!
- Go.

Fuck, pack it in!

We’re eating!

There.

I have to sort everything out,
as usual.

You can’t cope without me.

You’re good at spending money

in Deauville, living it up.

But as for business, forget it.
You can’t do what I do.

I’ve been doing it longer
and better than anyone.

That bunch of Arabs are a joke.

They’re not the first, or the last,
to have a go at me.

You’re not up to the job.

We’ll lose everything
because’ you’re scared.

Your party was ruined,

so now enjoy your birthday.

Eat that!

You do what you want.

But I’m taking action.

Come on!

Lie down!

Hold him.

Don’t move!

Close your eyes!

Open up!

Fucking open up!

- You’ve been late twice with the rent.
- Sorry.

- I’ll pay.
- This week.

Or I’ll come back
with a baseball bat

and you, your whore
and your kids will sleep outside.

- Sorry.
- Understand?

- I’m sorry. I will pay.
- Sorry my ass!

- You didn’t call me back!
- Get out!

- Where’s Rayan?
- You got fucked too!

Are you nuts? Put that away!
I don’t know where he is.

He sent me to recon a farm.

- What for?
- A safe house, OK?

What do you want him for?

Is he your bitch?

- My advice, stay away from him.
- Keep your advice to yourself!

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Got a minute, Saïd?
- Yes, what is it?

I think I know
where the auction-room guys are.

- From Rayan?
- Yes... No, a guy who knows him.

He says they’re hiding in a farm
near Orléans.

After what happened...

What harm can it do to go and check?

No. Patrick will never let us go,

- so...
- Patrick doesn’t know.

That’s why I came to you.

It’s an hour from here.
We go, we come back.

- Sorry about what happened to you.
- Why? I told you to get a snitch.

Yeah, but I didn’t handle it well.

Stop. Forget it.

I told you to get an informer, OK?

That’s how it is with snitches.
It happens.

We prevented a hold-up,

and we saved the hostages.

What they’ve done to you isn’t good.

For what it’s worth,

I think it’s wrong.

And now
if you don’t mind,

slow down a bit, please.

- What does it say?
- The main building is over there.

If we go this way, we’re covered.

OK.

Think anyone’s in there?

No way of telling.

Want to wait till tonight?

No, we need to know now.

Come in.

We tracked down
the auction-room gang.

- They’re on a farm 80 km away.
- I suppose you’ve checked?

We checked the registration.

False number plates.

Inside is a robber’s arsenal:

fake armbands, blue light,
automatic weapons.

Great.
I’ll call the Serious Crimes Squad.

Look,

I know it’s not our place,
but I’ll tell you the truth.

Julien and I think
we should finish this one off.

Otherwise I’ll lose the group.

If we do, I’m in charge.

And afterwards,

you’ll work hard on the El-Hassanis. OK?

We know there are
4 of them inside,

believed to be
the auction-room gang.

Assume they’re armed and dangerous.

We’re around a kilometer from the farm.

We’ll approach on foot
to remain unseen.

Unit 50, stay hidden
behind the building.

Unit 30, come with us.
We’ll follow the path.

We’ll cross the courtyard
to the main entrance.

I’ll enter first with my guys,
or they’ll kill me.

Any questions?

Get to it.

Police! Don’t move! Hands up!

Hands up!

Don’t move!

Don’t move!

Stay on the ground!

Stay down!

Where’s Rayan?

Stop.

- Fuck, where is he?
- Not here.

Wait.

- What’s going on?
- His snitch doubled-crossed him.

- We think he was in on the raid.
- “Think”? That means nothing.

Is your snitch on file?

No.

Then this conversation
never took place.

We arrest them,
Serious Crimes investigates.

It’s no longer our problem, clear?

Remember your promise.

And don’t mention this
in front of other groups, OK?

- OK.
- Yes.

Hello?

What do you want?

You brought the boss with you.

Yep.

It’s better to stay here.
It’s too dark over there.

Whatever.
What do you want?

A friend of mine is in trouble.

Better not to have any friends.

He wants to reach out to you.

Which friend do you mean?

The one who’s out,
or the one inside?

Old Man Perez
kidnapped one of their family.

A good worker

who has nothing to do with this.

It’s just not done.

- Especially by a gangster you protect.
- We protect no one.

That’s not what my friend thinks.

- So why doesn’t he talk to me?
- He wants to.

His uncle’s due to visit
tomorrow at 10. He won’t turn up.

You just need to be there.
It can’t be that hard for you.

Is that what a French cop looks like?
An Arab in a track suit.

- You look like my uncle.
- Next time I’ll wear my armband.

We’ll see
how your buddies like that.

Could be fun.

I didn’t think you’d come.

Why’s that?

I don’t know.

I’ve heard
weird things about you guys.

- Do you like protecting a bastard?
- I protect no one.

We hear things about you, too.

- But I like to check things out.
- Really?

What do they say?

That you scare everyone.
That you took out Sélim.

That you went after Perez’s son
and you want to bring them down.

What are you, 30, 35?

I know where you grew up.

Were there guys who made a fortune
on your estate?

How many are homeless, junkies,
or have been murdered?

Never mind those who went back home,

who aren’t worth us going to get them.

How many did we not put in jail?

Here’s what you have to ask yourself:

how long?

How long will the game last?

We always win in the end.

You asked to see me.

I’m here.

So now you talk,

and I listen.

Give me any bullshit, and I’m gone.

We have nothing to do with all this.

We mind our own business.

Éric tried to screw me.

I’m just defending my family.

The Perez kid, that wasn’t me.

I swear on my children’s lives.

He’s done nothing to me.

Why would I attack him?

I’d be mad to launch a nuclear war
when I’m making a good living.

He’s just looking for a pretext.

Why?

To rob those of us
who are smart.

They made their dough the hard way:
armed robbery, murder...

And what are you, a choirboy?

I’m a businessman.

And I don’t like people
messing with me.

What am I meant to do?

Wait for them to take the food
out of my kids’ mouths?

We’re not perfect.

But we have faith.

We fear God.

Whereas they’re barbarians.

They’re dead, they’re finished.

They’re outdated.

They know they can’t make money
like before.

Seeing youngsters making a killing
scares them rigid.

It’s good to have balls.

But to make money, you need a brain.

Does it take brains
to beat up my mother on her way home?

To kidnap my nephew
and demand a ransom?

The kid has
nothing to do with it.

He’s at business school,
making a life for himself.

If I get into a rage,

if I listen to my demon,
I’ll kill everyone.

Believe me, I won’t hesitate.

But I’m not like that.

That’s why I asked you to come.

To talk to you man to man.

The question is,

what are you gonna do
to stop Paris becoming Chicago?

If I get your nephew back
and jail his kidnappers,

will you forget the reprisals?

- If they leave me alone, yes.
- I know your egos.

You don’t know me.

I’ll give you 3 days.

Not to pressurize you,
but he’s my sister’s son.

And if anything happens to him,

I’ll put my heart and money
into taking out that bastard’s family.

Understood?

3 days.

No more.

Guard!

THE BRIGADE