All language subtitles for Engrenages.S08E01.720p.BluRay.DD5.1.x264.en

A car horn sounds.

A bell chimes.

Intriguing music plays.

The noise of the street is heard.

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A car engine throbs.

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A man is shouting.

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He grumbles.

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The roll up door squeals

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(He speaks in Arabic)

- Come on, let's go.

Come on, move it.

- What the hell are you doing here?

Hey.

A door slams.

A tin can skittles across the floor.

What the hell are you doing here?

Go on, clear off.

Hey!

Hey!

Disturbing music plays.

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Theme music of the opening credits plays.

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- Go on, Pépé.

Darts land on a dartboard with a thud.

- Bull's eye.

Oh fuck, that one didn't want to go in.

Exclamation of surprise.

- Watch this.

- We're getting there.

A stack of files lands on the desk.

We're up to date with all of our reports.

- It's not hard to be up to date

when you are not investigating anything.

- Hey, guys! A temporary languor

caused by an activity devoid of interest.

Anyone?

- A wank.

- He said, 'devoid of interest'.

- It doesn't fit.

- Boredom.

- Boredom.

That fits. Nice one, Pepe.

- How is the big cleanup coming along?

- Uh. We're all over it.

- I have something for you. A suspicious death.

Uniformed officers are already on the scene,
but the Prosecutor's Office has asked for two observers.

Someone snorts.

- Two observers?

An observer is someone who merely observes.

One who is present, but only as a spectator.

- We really are a leper colony.

- C'mon, Amrani!

- He's right, boss. It's been three months

since we worked a case.

- I know, but that's just how it is.

Until the investigation into Escoffier is over,

your team needs to keep a low profile.
You don't have a choice.

It's in Barbès. Let's go.

- Leave it ...

- Come with me.

- Boss, have you thought about what I asked?

- No. No, no. I haven't made a decision yet.

You know it's not that simple.
You still have a lot to learn

before taking over as team leader.

- If I can't get what I am asking for

here in district 2,
then I'll go somewhere else.

District 1 is looking for someone to head up the drug squad. I know they are interested in me.

(- You can't poach people like that.)

Have you spoken to them about it?

- No, not yet.

(- Off you go.)

The metal staircase creaks.

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Police whistles are blown.

The sound of several voices.

- Hello.

- Hello.

We're from district 2. What are we dealing with?

- A priori, it appears to be an overdose.

- Where did you find this?

- Over there, on the ground.

- OK.

- You know you're not supposed to handle the evidence?

*- EK18, it's all backed up.
We need to get traffic moving again.

- All received. I'll deal with it.

- No, I don't think so, no.

Right now there's no evidence of an overdose.

We need to secure the perimeter
and wait for Forensics.

*- EK18, have you identified the victim?

- Yes ...

- Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?

Don't touch anything, please.

- OK. Stop whatever you're doing.

We secure the scene and wait for Forensics.

- Hang on, if you don't mind me asking,

you're here as an observer, right?

- We're taking over the case.

*- Z1 receiving EK18, what's going on?

- Nothing. It's complicated.

- Can I have a word?

Shouldn't we speak to the boss?

- What's the point?
We know what he's going to say, right?

An electronic device beeps.

I'm calling the Prosecutor's Office.

- Do you have a glove, please?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

He blows.

Soft music plays.

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(Fuck...)

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He groans.

A camera shutter fires.

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An electronic device beeps.

- We have a body, identity unknown,

male, Arab.

Age: between...

13 and 15 years old.

Fetal position, lying on his left side.

He's in a dryer,

number 45.

- He had a mobile phone.

- He had a mobile phone in his right hand.

We're going to take him out.

- Can you get his legs?

He breathes heavily.

Sad music plays.

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Careful. Gently.

A camera shutter fires.

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An electronic device beeps.

- There are candy wrappers in his right pocket.

Three metro tickets in his left pocket.

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A camera shutter fires.

No obvious signs of injury.

We'll see the rest at the morgue.

She turns off her voice recorder.

Quiet music plays.

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The elevator rattles.

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The door opens.

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Brouhaha

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Opening Beep

- Number 3, please.

There is shouting in the distance.

Soft music plays.

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The officer knocks on the door.

Several voices are heard.

The cells are open from 9AM to noon

and from 2PM to 5PM.
You may regret moving to this neighborhood.

- Hello.

- Hi.

...

That smells good.

- Yeah?

- I made you a cake.

Metal pans scrape together.

That's friendly.

- Yeah ...

Exclamation of delight.

It's hot.

- That's nice of you.

Can I have some?

- I don't think he's in agreement.

- Be careful, in case he wants to fondle your arse.

- OK, I'll remember that.

- He loves that.

- I think it's time for you to go home quietly

and leave us in peace.

- Oh, don't worry.

That fucker only likes kids.

- I'm telling you to clear off.

Go back to your cell.

- You think you make the laws here?

You think you're still a cop?

- Let it go.

Intriguing music plays.

Come on, let's go.

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- That's Cisco and his gang.

- Yeah, I know.

- That's all we found on the victim.

- We can't unlock it.
We need to send it to the crime lab.

- The serial number you sent me
corresponds to a Japanese address.

The SIM card was bought in Barbes with a fake ID.

- It's a stolen phone worth 1200 Euros.
This isn't going to tell us who he is.

- I don't get it. Didn't the manager

of the laundromat see him?

- No, he doesn't know him.

Ali sighs.

- Nico, have you checked with missing persons?

- Yeah, but there's no match.

- Phone records?

- I'm on it.

- What do you not understand by “observer”?

- Listen, boss...

We ran into a young officer who was out of his depth.

You would have done the same as us.

- You safeguarded the investigation. Good job.

If it's an overdose,
the drug squad will be taking over.

- Just because we found a crack pipe
doesn't mean this is an overdose.

- I'll give you that.

Except he's a minor,

in which case, if it's not an overdose, the juvenile squad will be taking over.

- But it's district 18 - that's our sector.

We are better placed than Central Services.

- Yes, except this case stinks.

- Boss, if you won't let us investigate, we're going to go crazy.

Someone clears his throat.

- Excuse me. I have a repeat location.

The victim's phone pings the same cell tower almost every night. I think it's where he lives.

- Where's that?

- Porte de Clignancourt.

The sound of voices is heard in the corridor.

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- OK.

OK, I'll let you work the case, on one condition.

We don't get bogged down.

We take the case and we get it resolved quickly.

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A door buzzes open.

Quiet music plays.

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A door opens.

The door squeaks.

- How are you doing?

- Good, and you?

- I'm OK.

- I got held up by the search.
I brought you a package.

- You can stop with the packages.

I do my own laundry.

- That's Laure. She brought some sweaters for you this time.

- How is she doing?

- Pretty good.

Romy took her first steps with her.

- That's great.

- Yes.

She's coping. Heck, she surprises me.

OK ...

Where have you got to with Cisco?

- I'm on the same block as him.

It's gonna be complicated to get close to him.
He knows I'm a cop.

That doesn't help me make contact.

- Are there are no guys around him
that you can work on?

- He's approaching the end of his sentence.
He's keeping his nose clean.

If you want me to help you,

you'll have to tell me a bit more.

Why are you working on him?

- A former associate of his
got killed a month ago.

We think that Cisco commissioned the murder.

- What's the relationship between them?

- After the robberies,

Cisco changed his line of work.

He meets Stéphane Darmon,
who owns a lucrative strip club.

Cisco launches a charm offensive.

Darmon entrusts the security of the club to him.

Then Cisco applies pressure to take over ownership.

- It's the classic move.

- Except the guy doesn't roll over.

He discovered that Cisco was embezzling a lot of money

He sets the cops on his ass, and Cisco winds up in the slammer.

- To take revenge,

he puts a contract on his head.

- There's plenty of evidence that points to him, but we can't really pin anything on him.

We want to know who performed the contract.

- What you need,

is Cisco's mobile number.

Prison Information should be able to help you.

- Except they're monitoring radicalization and that's all they're interested in.

He snorts.

- So, I'm on my own with this.

- No, no, no. Hang on, that's not what I said.

Let me be clear. I don't want you to get into trouble.

You're seeing the judge today, right?

- Yeah.

- If you have a chance to get out,

don't ruin it.

It's better than staying here.

- Of course.

Disturbing music plays.

OK ...

Tell Laure that ...

... that I send her a hug.

He knocks on the door.

- Take care of yourself.

- Yes. You too.

The door opens.

What took you so long?

The door closes.

He knocks on the glass door.

Rap music plays.

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- Hello, I'm Commander Berthaud.

We're looking for a young man.

I'll show you a picture.

A child screams.

Look closely.

- Excuse me. Police.
I'm looking for ...

- OK, thank you very much.
Have a good day.

- Do you know this kid?

- I don't recognize him.

- Thank you, madam.

- What are you doing? Buzz off.

- Oh.

- It's OK.

- OK ...
Apparently, nobody knows him.

- And yet, according to his mobile phone, he lives here.

- OK. We widen the search.

- I did the buildings at the back. They don't recognize him.

- Fuck all.

(- Damn.)

- It doesn't add up.

The kid lived here, but no one has ever seen him.

Police sirens wail.

Young people are talking.

- Hang on, hang on.

Intriguing music plays.

Someone whistles.

Kids are shouting.

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- Police! Police! Stop!

The squatters are yelling.

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Stop!.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Take it easy.

Do you speak French?

Well?

Ali speaks in Arabic.

OK?

- Take a look. We're searching for him.

Do you know him?

Ali translates into Arabic.

- Did he live here? With you? With you? Did he live here?

Where? Where?

There? Here?

- There?

Ali shouts in Arabic.

He crashes through the doorway.

He's a live wire.

- Fuck, they live here, these kids ...

- They speak Moroccan, they're illegal immigrants.

Quiet music plays.

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- Ali?

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- Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, OK?

Do you speak French?

No?

The young boy groans.

What's your name?

What's your name?

- Souleymane.

- Souleymane?

Moroccan? Hmm?

We just want to ask you some questions.

OK?

- Look.

Hey. Take a look.

Ali speaks in Arabic.

- He's wasted.

- I can see that. Take a look.

Take a look. Do you know him?

Did he live here with you?

- Who is he?

- No, you haven't seen him living here?

- We were told he slept here.

Is this where he sleeps?

Where does he sleep?

He sleeps over there.

Souleymane breathes heavily.

What's your buddy called? Hmm?

- Chkoun.

Chkoun.

- Are you kidding me?

Chkoun means “who” in Arabic.

What's his real name?

- Look.

Look, Ali, look.

- Yeah...

- He's called Chkoun. Look.

- Hey, hey, hey. Look.

His Facebook profile.

Chkoun Buena Vida.

Do you know his family?

- No.

- He's from Tangiers.

- Uh, huh.

- I'm from Fez.

- I have gone back.
It stops six months ago, in Spain.

That's all his contacts.
Fuck all, no family, nothing.

- Hey.

When did you see him last?

Souleyman speaks with difficulty.

What?

- Yesterday morning.

- Yesterday morning.

- What time was it?

- I don't know.

- He's completely wasted ...

- Does this belong to Chkoun? Huh?

Is this Chkoun's bag? Huh?

Is this Chkoun's bag?

- Yes?

- Look here. A receipt from a department store.

For 500 Euros.

He must have stolen it.

OK.

- What do we do? Do we tell him his friend is dead?

- No.

We'll wait for him to sober up.

Ali sighs.

Tell JP and Nico to come and collect Chkoun's affairs.

Come on, let's leave him be.

Quiet music plays.

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- Are you OK?

- Uh huh.

The handcuffs rattle as they are removed.

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- Have you given it some thought?

OK. I'm your lawyer, you need to listen to me for a bit.

I spoke with the judge.

She is prepared to reconsider the severity of the charges that you face.

However, she must be certain that you have cooperated fully

with the investigation into the death of Herville.

- Do your job. Give her what she wants.

- I can't. By shouldering all the blame

you give credence to the argument that you acted for personal gain.

As long as you refuse to say what happened,

the judge will not believe you.

- I won't do it.

- You see yourself as a savior.

It's noble.

But you are not saving anyone. Quite the opposite.

Your department is toast.

Your teammates are lepers.
Even your boss almost got blown away.

Whether you like it or not, they have all been tarnished by your actions.

Nobody believes that you acted alone.

The insinuations have dumped them in the shit.

The lawyer sighs.

The judge is ready to close the investigation.

This is your last chance.

- Gentlemen.

- Your honour.

We are all yours.

- I'm not asking much of you.

Soft music plays.

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Mr. Escoffier, you've already given me

your version of the facts.

Nonetheless, I continue to believe that you have not told me everything.

- My client is willing to cooperate, your honour.

- You have stated that, in this case,

you acted strictly in accordance with an official police strategy.

(- Yes.)

- And yet you claim

that you did not discuss that strategy with your teammates.

- I was the team leader.

I took responsibility.

- Commander Berthaud was assigned

to this case?

She was very motivated by this investigation

into the death of your former commissioner.

Tell me about your work relationship with her.

- She's a colleague.

We've worked together for many years.

- According to the evidence, there is a very strong professional bond between you.

Commissioner Beckriche

even refers to you as a duo of exceptional officers.

- Uh-huh.

Given the circumstances,

it's hard to believe that you didn't discuss

the strategy. Am I wrong?

- I didn't want to get her involved. I acted alone.

- Was your relationship with her more than just professional?

- That's true of all my colleagues.

- Mr. Escoffier, let me remind you that you are accused of blackmail and extortion.

You face being sentenced to 7 years imprisonment.

You continue to want to assume sole responsibility?

- Yes.

- Very well.

If you have nothing to add, Mr. Escoffier, I will close the investigation.

- I'm going to submit

a request for the release of my client.

Since you are going to close the investigation, there is no longer any risk of pressure

being exerted on witnesses.

Mr. Escoffier will submit to all conditions

necessary for his release.

- I'm not sure that I can support this request, Counselor.

- You will need to justify your decision.

Other than harassing my client, I don't understand your reasoning.

- It's clear that the truth has not been established in this case.

Listen, there remain a number of areas

that the court will need to clarify during the trial.

There is a real risk of collusion with former colleagues.

The lawyer laughs.

Therefore, as far as I am concerned,

I refuse to put an end to his detention.

That will be all.

Background conversation can be heard.

- No, that's not it.

- Police Director.

- How are you doing?

- This way.

- How is it going with these new premises?

- It's a little less central, but we're adapting to it.

- You will have to. The owner has taken over your old offices.

Too many late payments.

He's tired of listening to management.

- So this is a temporary move that will be permanent, if I understand you correctly.

- Don't complain, at least you have offices.

- It's upstairs.

Footsteps ring out on the metal staircase.

...

A train rumbles past.

- Your numbers for last month are good.
No cause for concern.

Why do you want more manpower?

- I have a team operating with five members for the last three months. That's not normal.

- You know the challenges

we are having with recruitment.

No one is interested in the Judicial Police.

Running after criminals 24 hours a day,

wrecking your family life,

that doesn't excite young people any more.

The bureaucracy got the better of the remaining volunteers.

There's nothing we can do about it. Neither you nor me.

- Maybe, but ...

I can't leave my guys in this situation.

- Are we talking about Escoffier's old team?

- Yes.

- You had a first rate officer, you allowed him to fail right under your nose,

and now you are looking for more people.

It's a little complicated, isn't it?

- I accept my part in this failure.

Now we have to re-energize them.

- No.

The only thing to be done, is to disband this team.

Escoffier takes full responsibility, that's perfect.

But you know very well that he did not act alone.

It's not healthy to keep them together.

- Most of them were not involved.

Captain Amrani, in particular, behaved in an exemplary manner.

- In that case, bet on him.

Appoint him as team leader.

- He lacks experience as a deputy, it's too soon.

He just made Captain.

- For once, a young man is committed to the judicial police,

you need to give him a chance.

Lombart is retiring shortly.

Have him quickly integrate his team

and plan for his replacement.

- Alternatively ...

We could reunite the team around a case that motivates them.

- Believe me,

one rotten apple can spoil the whole barrel.

There's only one thing to be done:

remove the apples that are still good.

The Escoffier affair almost cost you dearly.

I defended you because I am convinced

that you can handle this crisis.

Choose wisely.

Intriguing music plays.

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The door closes.

- The full bladder supports the hypothesis of drug abuse.

Toxicology tests will tell us exactly what he took.

There are pills in the stomach content, Most likely anti-anxiety.

- We found Rivotril in his belongings.

- That could be it.

In high doses, it behaves like a narcotic. It makes you high. It's very addictive.

Do you know his identity?

- No.

What is the scar on the sole of his foot?

- It's a burn with molten plastic.

It's mixed with burnt skin, I've never seen this before.

- It's something they do in Moroccan prisons, for revenge.

- Honestly, I have rarely seen the body of a child

so heavily marked.

There are some older scars,

and wounds,

that were not properly treated.

There, there

and there.

And between his fingers, that's scabies

This kid must have been living on the street for several weeks

- Uh-huh.

- Any signs of more recent injuries?

- I'm coming to that.

We have traces there, there and there.

He must have been in a fight on the day he died.

I also found bruising under the hair.

I opened up the cranium, and I found two fractures.

One superficial and another, which was probably fatal,

and resulted in compression of the cranium.

I confirmed there was extensive cerebral bleeding.

- You think that's what killed him?

The blows were ante-mortem. He must have been hit pretty hard,

probably with a metal bar

or a club. But, given the bleeding,

he didn't die on the spot.

- Do you have an idea of the time of death?

- I analyzed livor mortis.

A mobile phone rings.

...

- Sorry.

...

(Hello?)

- I'd say between midnight and one AM.

(- Yeah?)

- And what time was he struck?

- I'll know that
when I hear back from Pathology.

We'll know more in a couple of days.

- In any case, it's not an overdose.

- No.

It's a homicide.

A door squeaks.

The door closes.

Ali breathes heavily.

- Ali, are you okay?

Ali?

- Yes. It's my wife.

She's in labour.

Ali sighs with trepidation.

- Go.

- Yeah.

Go on. Off you go!.

- Thanks.

Quiet music plays.

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Someone speaks on a radio.

- Hello.

Excuse me, but I have to see a detainee who was summoned today.

Is he still here?

- Which prison facility?

- Bois d'Arcy.

- You're in luck. They haven't left yet. He's in the holding cell.

What's the name?

- Gilles Escoffier.

(- Escoffier...)

- I see him.

- Hang on! Hey!

What do you need to see him for?

- I'm a cop.

- I'm sorry, you can't go any further.

- Gilou!.

- Come on, get in.

(- Are you getting out?)

- Let's go!

Sad music plays.

The van engine revs into life.

...

The tires squeal.

...

She sighs.

...

A child babbles.

- These slippers are beginning to be too small.

Mummy is having a little trouble with this. You've grown!

Can you give me the t-shirt?

Because this t-shirt is for Gilou.

It's not for Romy.

- No?

- No. Hang on, I'll fold it. Hang on.

Shall we put it back? Ah.

Let's put it back.

What about him? You like him, too.

Romy babbles.

Yes ...

The doorbell sounds.

(Who's that? Is that daddy?)

(Is that Daddy?)

(I'll get the door.)

Romy babbles.

- Hi! How are you?

They kiss on the cheek.

- I'm OK.

- You don't seem OK.

- I saw Gilou at the Palace of Justice. He's not getting out.

Romy babblies.

- Hey you!

- I don't understand why the judge has it in for him.

- As long as he stays strong, he's gonna be OK.

- I can't

let him pay for both of us.
I just can't do it.

Brémont makes reassuring noises.

- You have to hang in there.

She sighs.

What you're doing is important.

For Romy.

- I know. I know.

- It's important for Gilou, too.

Romy babbles.

OK.

- I'll get her. OK, Romy?

Take all your toys. You forgot this one!

- The car is huge!

- You have to carry it.

- Daddy has his hands full.

- We'll put them in the car.

You're leaving with him.

- C'mon, let's press the elevator button.

- Did you speak to him?

- Yes. A little.

You know how he is.

He told me to give you a hug.

- Thank you for going to see him.

It helps me.

- I know.

Ciao.

Dramatic music plays.

Laure takes a deep breath.

She clicks her tongue.

She sighs.

...

...

...

Paper rustles.

...

- Our last meeting was two and a half months ago.

It's been a long time.

I visit 100 inmates.

It's difficult to see people as often as I would like.

In any case ...
How are you dealing with remand?

- The judge refused my request for release.

- Yes, I'm aware of that.

So our meeting comes just at the right time.

You have to bounce back.

If the judge refuses to release you now,

it means

that your detention may last until the trial.

Taking the hearing deadlines into account, it may be several months.

- You're right. I'm glad we were able to meet. You're a real comfort.

She laughs.

- We need to think about how best to use all this time.

- If you have any sudoku puzzles, I'll take them.

- No. I was thinking of something more constructive,

like starting a training program. We can put a course in place.

- No, thank you.

- You have to face up to reality.

If you are sentenced to a minimum term of more than six months,

you will be removed from the police force.

- I know.

- Apart from police officer, what else did you want to do with your life?

- Professional golfer.

- Let's be serious.

- Lead dancer.

The door opens.

- Good evening.

- Hi.

- I am here to see Josephine.

Is she here?

- Yes, she is.

Come in.

The door closes.

- OK, bye.

Hi.

They kiss on the cheek.

Josephine hesitates.

Laure, a friend and police officer, and ...

Lola, my former cell mate.

Would you like something to drink?

- I'll get it.

- Go on, have a seat.

Glassware tinkles.

- Gilou is still in jail.

The judge refuses to release him.

Do you know what's going on?

- Unfortunately, I can't help you.

I no longer have access to the file. I am no longer acting for Solignac.

- Really?

- Yes. Believe it or not ...

I've changed my clientele.

I specialize in rape cases.

- Yes, meaning ...

She is taking care of me mostly.

- Lola is staying with me for a few days,

ahead of an important trial for her.

I mean, for us.

- My ex-father-in-law raped me when I was a teenager.

(- OK.)

- As for Gilou, perhaps I can find out some other way?

Who's his lawyer?

- Edelmann.

- Not bad. Not bad.

- Hang on, you mean Noah, like the tennis player?

- What?

Ali pretends to laugh.

- I don't like the name Noah very much.

- You have no taste.

- He's not black.

- No, no. Noah, do you know what it means? Noé in English. You don't speak English?

- There you go. And Noah will save mankind from the flood.

- That's a big job.

- Don't you worry about it.

- Guys, let's get back to it.

What do we know about the receipt found in the bag?

- I found a record of the purchase. Hang on.

Apparently, it was a Russian tourist couple who bought the stuff.

- Thanks to credit card records,

the bank gave me their name: Stoyanov..

That's all we have.

- Good ... And the fingerprints?

- Forensics just sent me the file..

It's a bit slow. Done, done, done ...

OK, there it is.

The kid is on record for bag-snatching on May 18,2019,

going by the name of Amir Fekir.

- OK. We're making progress.

Fekir, how do you spell that?

- Hang on, hang on. There's another record
with the same fingerprints,

in the name of Toufik Salah.

- What the hell?

Toufik Salah?

- There's even a third record
with the same fingerprints.

You're kidding! What's going on?

In the name of Sofiane Neymar,

for bag-snatching on April 2,2019.

- We're chasing after a football team.

- The kid made a monkey out of them.

- What kind of job are they doing?
Is nobody checking identities?

- Most of the records are from
The district 18 police station.

- OK. Let's pay them a visit
and ask them for an explanation.

People are talking noisily.

A phone is ringing.

A door closes.

- You don't check their fingerprints?

- OK. You make one arrest a week,

we make 35 arrests every day.

- Even so, we have three charges

targeting the same kid,
who has three different identities.

- You don't get it, do you?

These Moroccans, we take 6-10 of them
into custody every day.

There are 100 of them in this area.

In the morning, you go to work?
They go to make mischief.

- Bag snatching?

- Yes, mostly mobile phones.

We also have altercations, disturbances of the peace, vandalism.

They attack not only tourists.
but also locals and even the elderly.

Frankly speaking, they're real predators,
completely out of their heads.

They have no identity papers on them.
We take what they give us.

They've figured out how the system works.

They all say they're under 13 years old.
We're told to release them.

- Do you know him?

- I can't say.

They all look the same.

- Did you get a report from a Russian couple

of a stolen bag?

- It doesn't ring a bell.

That's a week's worth of reports.
Knock yourself out.

- Listen to this one ...

So, I was going home with my chihuahuas,
Jean-Jacques and Diego.

I was taking my keys from my bag,
when two men snatched my dogs.

I let go their leash, so they didn't get hurt.

They are like my children.
I hope they didn't eat them.

Ali laughs.

- How much is a chihuahua worth?

- Same as your monthly salary.
2,000 Euros on Craigslist.

Police sirens wail.

- Hang on. I think I found them.

Alexey Stoyanov, was that it?
Alexey Stoyanov.

Alexey Stoyanov.

Butte Montmartre, right? Alexey ...

"Alexey Stoyanov, bag-snatching in the Goutte d'Or district.”

"What is the estimated total value? 480 Euros.”

"Luxury shopping bag... How many were there? One.”

- How old?

- 13,14 years old.

- That's it.

Intriguing music plays.

...

- Hello.

...

Edelman sighs.

...

So, how are you doing?

- This is novel.

Are you checking up on me?

Can I get you something to drink?

- No, thank you.

- You're right.

The tea here is disgusting.

Heels strike the floor.

It's like being in a shopping centre, isn't it?

...

- Apparently you are defending Escoffier.

- He needed a good lawyer.

You were defending the opposing side,
so I volunteered.

However, to my great disappointment,

you withdrew from the battle.

I stayed on. I'm nothing if not loyal.

- In the meantime, you've been
unsuccessful in having him released.

- Bad news travels fast.

Did your cop girlfriend send you?

- What happened with the judge?

- Well, she's not stupid.
She knows Berthaud is an accomplice.

Since Escoffier is too stubborn

to implicate her, we're going nowhere.

She doesn't want to let him out.

The stupid things we do for love.

- OK ...

I have what I wanted to know.

Soft music plays.

...

- I'll let you know if I sort it out.

...

A door opens.

Someone is screaming in the distance.

- Oh! You're still on the west block?

How is it?

- It's OK, it's very quiet.

Disturbing music plays.

...

A door opens.

- Gentlemen. Time's up.

...

- Hey!

We're closing.

- Yeah.

Is this any good, “Nana”?

- It's not for pussies.

- What are you talking about?
It's a story about a whore.

- I think the correct term is courtesan.

- Can you get a move on?

- I'll take this, I'm on my way.

- Your library card.

- Yeah.

A door buzzes.

You think I didn't see your little game?

The hidden cell phone.

That's naughty. The guards aren't gonna be happy.

Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not a snitch.

We're gonna work something out.

You're gonna buy some stuff for me, OK?

- Do you know who you're dealing with?
Cisco. Does that mean something to you?

- I don't give a fuck about Cisco.
You let him hide his cell phone, right?

If you rat me out, he's not gonna like it.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

- If he's not happy, he can come and see me.

- You're crazy.

- Give me that. That's mine.

Coming, chief.

A train horn sounds.

- What did you get from the CCTV?

- Nothing usable from the laundromat,
but, thanks to the Russians,

I was able to pick up Chkoun

right in front of the hotel.
Look. There he is. The tourists.

He walks behind her
and quickly snatches the bag from her.

Watch!

- Oh, shit! He smashes her in the face.

- There you go.

He runs off and I pick him up again ...

- Hang on, hang on!.

Go back.

Over there. Isn't that the kid

from the squat?

- It's Souleymane.

- What's he doing?

- Look!

There. It looks like he's following him.

What's he playing at?

- Look, under the bridge.

- Yeah.

- He searches the bag.

- The other kid comes up from behind.

- This is nuts.

- And the fight is on.

Fuck!

Tom exhales sharply.

They're serious!

- They're whaling on each other.

...

It's a real fight.

- Oh, shit!

- They're really going at it. Holy crap!

- Chkoun has the upper hand.

- That's the end of the video
because these are private roads.

(- Shit!)

- Souleymane conned us.
He was with Chkoun on the day he died.

- In the video, Chkoun doesn't take a blow to the head.

- Souleymane gets up and runs after him.

He looks very determined.

- Most likely, Souleymane catches Chkoun.

He strikes him violently and snatches the bag

that we found in the squat.

- Yeah. Chkoun is stunned.

He's too freaked out to go back to the squat,
so he takes refuge in the laundromat.

He takes Rivotril to keep it together and ...

... he dies during the night.

- Shit! It's one kid killing another kid.

Quiet music plays.

- OK, we need to pick up Souleymane.

Police sirens wail.
Dynamic music plays.

...

...

- Police! Don't move!

People are shouting.

- Show me your hands!

- We'll take indoors.

- Drop it!

...

- Well?

- Nothing to report.

- Nada.

- What have you got?

- Nothing. Take them in.

They'll be more talkative at the police station.

- You'll keep us informed?

- Yeah. Two of us will stay behind and keep watch

JP, are you staying?

- Yes.

- No, it's okay, I'll stay with you.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

The engine purrs into life.

...

- What about your kid?

- Don't worry, I'll manage.

- You've got to be careful.

Because ...

Those first few moments,
you don't want to miss them.

Afterwards ...
You don't know what you're running after.

Do you understand?

- Yes, but don't worry.
It's very clear to me.

I've been bugging my chick
to have a kid for three years.

I'm ...

I'm very happy.

Don't worry.

He clears his throat.

No, really!

Quiet music plays.

...

He breathes deeply.

...

Someone shouts.

...

- Gilou!

...

- Oh! What do you want?

- I gotta tell you something.

But I don't know if I should be telling you.

- Go on, spit it out.

He hesitates.

Cisco wants to see you.

- How do you know that?

- Just now, while I was walking,
he told me to tell you.

- Did he tell you when I can see him?

- Tomorrow morning, in his cell.

I don't like him.

- Don't worry.

Can you stop gluing that crap together
and go to bed?

- Just a little bit more ...

- A little bit more ...

Gilou laughs.

*- Z-2 receiving Derik-21, over.

The police radio beeps.

- Derik-21, go ahead, over.

*- Break-in at the laundromat on Myrha Street. Over.

- All received. I'm on my way. Out.

- What's going on?

- Break-in at the laundromat on Myrha.

Ali groans.

Let's go.

The car engine roars.

Intriguing music plays.
The police siren wails.

...
...

The tyres screech.

The tyres crunch.

They slam the car doors.

Laure opens the door.

- Police!

- Take it easy. Put the bar down.

Put it down on the ground.

- Is that what you came for?

- Put it down. Put it down.

- Hey! Hey!

He strikes the table.

Stop it!

- Doesn't he understand? He does?

- He does.

He strikes the table.

Souleymane shouts in Arabic.

They are all shouting.

- Go away! Go away! Get back!

- Is that what you came for?

Is that what you hit Chkoun with?

He strikes the table.

- Go away!

Ali speaks in Arabic.

- Look, we're putting down our weapons.

It's OK.

- Look.

- It's done.

OK? It's all good.

- Don't move. Put the bar down.

It's OK.

Take it easy.

- Don't be stupid, give me that.

Calm down.

Put the bar down!

- Souleymane!

He strikes the dryer.

- Calm down!

He kicks over the table and strikes Ali.

- I'm OK. Go! Go!

Intriguing music plays.

...

- Stop!

He groans

They shout.

It's OK. It's OK.

Shh! Shh!

It's OK. OK? It's all good.

Police sirens wail.

Shh. It's OK. OK?

It's OK. OK?
What have you done?

Intriguing music plays.

...

Subtitles: Ian Munro