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Listen, I'm not 100 % sure but I think I've seen a ghost.

Kill her.

This one looked good on you.

Don't move or I'll shoot.

- How often do you jog? - Every day.

Maybe we could jog together?

- You don't know her. - Lock me up? Is that what you want?

- You're working for Franck Peszynski? - Please... Don't kill me.

It's about my wife.

- You'll need to control yourself. - I had no choice.

If he's right and this woman actually is Lauren Laccan,

you'll live up to your contract. Plus, as an extra, the killer's head.

Disappear from our lives!

Don't ever ask me to choose between Lauren and you. Ever.

I want 200 euros tomorrow, okay?

Why would you need so much money?

You'd be better keeping an eye on your man's job instead.

Can't you see he's flannelling us?

- Lauren told me you're a shrink. - Nobody's perfect.

Private or public?

I think he's being a bit careful but everything's fine with her.

THE HUNTER

- Here. - Thanks.

I wouldn't mind us going for a little trip together.

What about a week in New York? Just the two of us.

I'm not sure leaving Arthur would be such a good idea.

He came back covered in bruises again.

I tried to talk to him, but he won't tell me.

"THE THIRIET BROTHERS"

Your mum's worried about you. Do you want to talk?

I'll tell her you did great, lectured me and everything.

Now, can you leave my room, please?

What are these?

- If you're in trouble, just say it. - Come on, you don't give a toss.

You just put up with me to please Mum.

I'm not your dad and I'm not asking to be.

Mine could die now, I couldn't care less.

- He shouldn't have left. - My dad left us too.

- Why did yours? - Sometimes it's better not to know.

So... what's going on in college?

Charlotte calling. I'll need a cleaner.

I'm giving Arthur a lift to college.

- See you tonight. - See you honey.

I don't know what you told him, but keep it up.

Let me know about New York.

- Cool, but don't stop by the gates. - No, don't worry.

18 hold-ups, 20 years in prison...

You're not the average client I usually work for.

PASCAL THIRIET, UNEMPLOYED

But considering your ten million in loot, I think I'll make an exception.

What's bothering me is...

this 20-year sentence for murdering the head of the criminal squad.

- This, of course, is problematic. - Self-defence. One of us had to go.

It's not a matter of morals.

But you're on the police's radar. They must be waiting for you to slip up.

Such as me being here? After killing him I went into hiding in the Ardennes.

- And someone ratted on me. - Do you know who?

The only person who knew where I was...

...and we were supposed to split the loot with.

- My brother. - Betrayed by your own brother?

Thank heavens, I'm an only child.

But tell me... does it mean your brother still has your spoils of war as we speak?

- I have enough to get him killed. - Well, that's a relief.

But why are you asking me to do this? You surely have your own network.

Didier is equally clever and paranoid. I sent two killers to get rid of him.

The first one was found in a dumpster.

The other one managed to escape... with a bullet in his leg.

Well, considering the risks, I think 250,000 feels justified.

On one condition, I want to see my brother's corpse.

Hello, Professor Müller calling.

I need to contact one of your former students. Charlotte Taillandier.

T-a-i-l-l-a-n-d-i-e-r.

She sent me her study subject without leaving her contact.

No, I don't know which year.

Yes, of course. I'll call you back. All right. I'll speak to you later.

Come here to me.

- So what's your plan with Lauren? - What do you mean by that?

She relapsed. She betrayed you. When will you leave her?

She promised me not to gamble again. That's enough for me.

God, I'll never get it.

If all you need is tenderness or affection, you could get a dog.

Some cute little mongrel from the dogs' home.

She'll relapse again. There's nothing you can do about it. She'll relapse.

- And I'm telling you I trust her. - Well, you've been warned.

But I won't hesitate to sacrifice her if she puts us at risk again.

If so, I wonder how your organisation would cope without me.

But, Samuel... all I want is to protect you.

The same way you did for me.

I'll never forget that.

Never.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

This time, we're dealing with battle hardened killers.

The way that Didier Thiriet got rid of the killers sent by his brother is...

RIVAL BROTHERS: THE THIRIET BROTHERS SUSPECTED AGAIN

SHOT AND LEFT IN A DUMPSTER!

You told me the second killer got away with a bullet in his leg, right?

Call your client. Ask for his name and where he can be found.

His name is Mickaël Pernoud.

You should be able to find him at: 8, rue Verderet,16th district.

- Mickaël Pernoud? - Possibly.

Does "Thiriet brothers" ring a bell?

- What do you want? - Offer you a contract.

You asked for proof?

I've been expecting you.

Look. Here's your refund.

The problem is the person who took these pictures stopped replying.

This habit of vanishing without warning is starting to annoy me.

That's what hiring amateurs feels like.

You're the one I'm working with now.

I want the head of this woman and the person who spared her.

You've got two weeks.

And if sadly, anything happens to me, my lawyer will indeed be happy

to send the police a document about your organisation and its networks.

Understood?

Hello, I'd like to visit one of your houses.

- This detached house. - Sorry, but it's lunchtime.

No, it can't be. I'll be on a plane later today.

- Come back later, then. - Don't you want to sell it?

I'm generally quick at making decisions.

- All right, I'll get the keys. - Thank you.

- Do you need a lift? - No, I've got my car.

But I'll follow you.

You're following?

You did well, Charlotte.

I'm going to need your help again.

Does Mickaël Pernoud ring a bell?

- He called me earlier. - I know, I asked him to.

- You think I'm stupid? - Lucille is your wife.

In 10 minutes, she'll get your kids out of the music academy.

To drive them home in her SUV.

So, when it comes to Pernoud, I'd better be able to call him quick.

You're bluffing.

The same charge has been set underneath you're wife's car.

So what should I do? Call Pernoud?

Okay.

Mickaël? Hold on.

I'm in front your kids' school, who are getting in your wife's SUV.

- So, what should I do? - Convinced now?

- I think we'll come to an agreement. - Why didn't you blow me up?

- What do you want? - Your brother paid me 250,000.

Do you want to raise his bid?

- 300,000. - 350.

- Okay, but you'll get rid of him. - I'll need a deposit. 200,000 now.

- What if you're screwing me over? - That's the law of the market.

You pay more, I'm your man. It's as simple as that.

I want to see his corpse.

What's so funny about that?

Pascal, your brother, he asked for the exact same thing.

You know, I was thinking about Arthur. Maybe he should talk to someone.

If I take him to a shrink, I know he'll be against it.

So, I thought maybe he'd feel more at ease in a less formal situation.

- Could you try to talk to him? - You mean, professionally?

Yes. You know, he steals my money, lies to me and is failing at school.

I can try... but I can't promise you anything.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

I'm Arthur's dad.

What is this lousy thing all about?

Well, I'm going to let you have a little chat.

You know what?

I agree with you. This is lousy.

Your mum is worried about you. That's normal, every mum does that.

She thinks you're in big trouble.

Are you in trouble?

You're arguing with your mum and I don't think it's a bad thing.

When I was your age, all I wanted was to get away. You see?

Well, Arthur, don't worry.

Whether you talk to me or not... It's entirely up to you.

Anyway, I'll tell your mum everything's okay to reassure her.

Say you don't give a crap. It'll spare you some time.

Of course, I do give a crap.

But I won't waste my time if you don't want to talk to me.

- What do you want to know? - There you go.

- So? How did it go? - Fine.

- So, you're a poker champion? - I can see he let himself go.

Let's say I wasn't too bad. But it's over now, I moved on.

- That's not what Arthur told me. - He's wrong.

I promised Samuel never to enter a gaming room again.

Why? It's not a crime.

Except that without Samuel, I wouldn't be talking to you now.

- Isn't it a bit over the top? - Have you ever gambled?

A little. No, not really.

There's so much tension. It's like playing with your life.

And here comes the adrenaline rush.

It's so strong and makes you feel so alive... physically.

Now, this sounds more like an orgasm to me.

You're quite right, it is.

Yes, Professor Müller again about Charlotte Taillandier. Yes, exactly.

Are you sure? No student with that name?

Well... Thank you, bye.

- Thanks again for Arthur. - It's okay. Don't worry too much.

- It's normal. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hello.

- See you tomorrow, 9.00 am? - Okay, see you at 9.00.

- Are you going because of me? - No, I was about to leave.

- I have a date tonight. - See you tomorrow.

See you.

- Well, you're inseparable now. - Are you jealous?

- This tramp is perfect. - This should make Peszynski happy.

Gosh, he's so hairy.

Look at that. His face should be okay, but his body will take you all night.

- He only asked for his head. - You're right.

What about you, how is it going?

- I think I've found a way. - To do what?

To make her relapse again.

They'll never leave me alone.

- I need to disappear. - It's okay. I'll pay your debt back.

I can not accept.

Mum? It's done. I took photos. You can ask him to pay us.

Hello?

All right, I'll tell her. Bye.

- Who was it? - Charlotte.

- She won't run this morning. - Shame.

I need to go. I have a busy day ahead. Here.

- Thanks. - See you tonight.

- Who are you working for? Peszynski? - I'm working for your mother!

- She paid you to get rid of Lauren? - To protect her!

If it wasn't for me, your wife would be dead by now!

Call Alma and ask her why I needed the cleaners' help!

When were you planning on telling me?

No one's there to take care of your family. You're never home.

- Someone has to take care of it. - I guess I should say thank you?

Possibly. Believe it or not, all I want is for you to be happy.

And these days, your happiness looks pretty much under threat.

200,000 euros. A normal contract rate.

- Find someone to kill Peszynski. - I thought about it, of course.

- But we got a problem. - Really?

He recorded our conversations and is threatening to give us up

if anything happens to him.

Deal with it. That's what I'm paying you for.

You broke the money bank, my little Samouchko.

Didier Thiriet made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

- Don't say you agreed on a buyout. - Why? You're having ethical issues now?

Samuel. With each job goes a set of rules, even ours.

Really? What about taking care of Peszynski instead?

You're playing with fire, Samuel.

You don't know what he's like and who we're dealing with.

If anything happens to Lauren, you'll lose me for ever.

What do you think? That I hired Charlotte for your wife's beautiful eyes?

Shit. Here he comes.

I'm broke.

Here.

Tell your dad I've learned my lesson, okay?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Open it.

Asking for his head was just a figure of speech.

We weren't sure. Anyway, this was much easier to carry than a body.

And more discreet, too.

How can I be sure it's him? I've never met him.

What do you want? His assassin's business card?

A picture of him executing a target?

What about her? Any news?

One of my best men is on it as we speak.

The point being that her death won't be seen as an execution.

This may take a little while.

Ten days. That's it.

No. I think I'll have it stuffed.

Amusing.

Gilles, Peszynski calling. Am I bothering you?

Hi. What can I do for you?

I've got a head here. I'd like to know whose it was. Could you do that?

It doesn't sound too hard. I'm on my way.

- Is there any problem, Mr. Thiriet? - Trust issues.

Considering how much I paid you, I'll need guarantees.

You asked to see me?

My brother's body wasn't in the car you blew up, why?

So that the police turn up at yours right after?

You're underestimating me.

- What is it all about? - It's about destabilising him.

It's always good before starting to negotiate.

Your brother is willing to pay me 350,000 to kill you.

- I said yes. - You want me to pay the difference?

In that case, you'll be the one who gets a bullet in your head.

My contract stipulates you cannot be suspected of killing your brother.

So, I needed a culprit with a motive for the police. Mickaël Pernoud.

You brother crippled him, so he took revenge.

This means I also have to get rid of Pernoud and I hate working for free.

I thought you'd be amused by having your brother pay for this extra.

Why should I believe you?

Indeed. Maybe I was wrong to underestimate you.

- When is it due to happen? - Tonight.

Don't forget the money.

- Hi, Charlotte. - Hi, Lauren.

What's with the face? Did your date go badly yesterday?

- No, it isn't that. - What is it, then?

- You'll think I'm ridiculous. - Tell me.

It's this poker thing.

I don't know what happened, but I felt like playing and...

I've lost 2,000 euros.

- What? - Yes, a bit pricey for an orgasm.

Having an overdraft on the fourth is a first for me.

I don't even know how to pay the rent now.

It's my fault. I should have never talked about it.

Come on. I'm the one bothering you with my problems.

What are you going to do?

- I'll play again. - Stop it. You won't stand a chance.

What do you mean? I was so close to winning.

No, you went down the sink. Come with me.

Listen, I'm not comfortable with it. You promised not to gamble again.

- I'm not going to gamble, you are. - It's much the same thing.

No, it isn't.

And as soon as we get your money back, we'll stop.

- Lauren, seriously... - You need me here.

- Any username? - Sigmund.

Here we go. It's your turn.

Yes, it's him. That's his head.

According to this file, his name was Denis Couture.

He got out of prison 3 months ago, 5 years for robbery. It doesn't fit.

I got another job for you, a little investigation.

Off the record, get me what I want and you won't worry about retirement.

He's raising by 2 000. What should we do?

Double it!

- We only have a pair. - Do as I say. He's about to fold.

- There's 6,000 on the table. - Let me handle this.

BET 3 000 FOLDING CONTINUE

- I told you. - What a jerk. Awesome.

Yes. I'll take them all to the cleaners.

- We just won 8 000! - Yes!

Could I talk to my shrink?

- Should I go? - Yes.

What time was your appointment?

I don't get it.

He gave my MP3 player back just like that.

Seriously. He really looks scared now.

You see? You stood up to him and surprised him.

You earned his respect.

He told me to tell my dad he had learned his lesson.

- What kind of lesson? - No idea.

- What about asking your dad? - First, he's not my dad.

And I don't trust him. Something's not right about him.

Hello? Didier Thiriet? It's happening tonight.

I'll call you back when I'm done.

- Yes? - It's done.

All right. I need to see the corpse.

- Let's meet in your office. - I'm already there.

I'll pick you up. Don't forget the money.

I'll be waiting.

Pascal Thiriet? It's done.

- I'm here. - Come inside, the door is unlocked.

- Where are you? - Last office, downstairs.

Pascal?

It's been a while.

What about making peace? Pascal...

- What have you done to him? - What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Léo. What have you done to him?

I let him know which charges could be pressed for racketeering.

- Is that it? - He stopped, hasn't he?

Mind your own business.

Why haven't the two files in your bag changed in weeks?

You're going through my things now? Not so good, Arthur.

What about you going through Charlotte's stuff? Not so good.

And leading us up the garden path? Mum and I? Not too great.

I'm sure you being a lawyer is bollocks.

Why didn't he tell me he was being ripped-off?

Pride. You know what it's like, don't you?

- Do you know you'd be a good father? - I'm not so sure.

You are one to Arthur, despite him denying it.

He surely does.

I booked our tickets to New York.

But what about Arthur?

I thought he got along well with your friend Charlotte?

- Come on, I barely know her. - I can ask my mum if you like.

All right. Fine. We'll ask Charlotte.

- What's the occasion? - I was expecting more of a thanks.

I'm sorry. You're right. It's so nice of you. Thanks honey.

- Come on, it's just a chocolate box. - Yes, but it's been so long.

Here.

Have you heard the news? Talk about Cain and Abel.

So imaginative, isn't it?

- Any news from Peszynski? - Not yet.

You can rest assured it won't be long before he claims what he asked for.

You said he'd recorded your conversations and threatened to use them.

- What are you thinking? - He's too smart to keep them at his.

- Try to find out who his lawyer is. - I'm on it.

You'll need to do without me. I'm going to New York with Lauren.

- What? - Call Charlotte.

Tell her to make herself at home. She'll baby-sit. As always, it seems.

Samuel!

Son of a bitch!

You asked me what the link was between these two women. Here it is.

Samuel Delaunay.

Natacha's son and Lauren's husband.

Lauren being Natacha's daughter-in-law?

- Interesting. - That's not all.

He's supposed to be a lawyer, but hasn't pleaded once in ten years.

Hold on. Are you telling me Natacha originally hired her son to kill Lauren?

And instead of killing her, he married her.

Bitch!