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

I love you so much.

- How much to leave him? Name your price. - Get out of my house.

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

Goodbye, Julia.

It's a small family business.

The mother writes the contracts, the son executes them and Lauren spends the money.

Get rid of them.

- You run with a girl you don't know? - I've found a way.

- To do what? - To make her relapse again.

- Who do you work for? - Your mum.

- Have you heard from Peszynsky? - No. Not yet.

You said he recorded your conversation and threatens to use it against you?

- What's your idea? - Find out who his lawyer is.

- What are you getting at? - So it's war, then.

It's not us who declared it.

I realise I don't know who you are. I don't know who I'm living with.

Why don't you tell her about your real job? Are you afraid?

He carries a gun in his glove compartment. I'd be careful if I were you.

I don't believe this gun story.

I'd take it seriously if I were you. You never know.

THE HUNTER

MINISTRY OF INTERNAL AFFAIRS

REPORT: GILLES MERCIER POLICE CAPTAIN

"DOCTOR PIRIOT"

- Do you think there's life after death? - What?

When you die, what happens next?

There was nothing before you were born, so why something afterwards?

Then what's it all about?

I don't know, I never asked anyone for anything.

- You don't care about after you're dead? - No, since I'll be dead anyway.

What's that gun? Is it real?

You're crazy.

Your turn.

- You'll see, it's great. - But I can't.

Come on, aim at me.

Are you completely mad?

Get out of here and never come back again, you hear!

- Where did you get this? - Ask Samuel.

- Do you think she knows? - I don't know.

It seems she's been avoiding me these last few days.

The gun story must be starting to bear fruit.

She'll be ripe soon.

Should I take care of it now?

We'll hand her to Peszynsky when the time comes.

In the meantime, this is for you.

Nicolas Deray, Peszynsky's lawyer.

There's no time to lose, Charlotte. You can play hardball.

- What if I'd arrived two minutes later? - What do you think?

- Do you realise you gambled your life? - Like you when you play poker.

Sure, hit me. It's easier to take it out on me than on Samuel.

What can I do for you, Mrs. Rousseau?

EMILIE ROUSSEAU, MEDICAL SECRETARY

How old do would you say I am?

- Thirty something. - I just turned 42.

Please give me the address of your plastic surgeon.

This is what I'm here for.

During my operation, Dr Piriot raped me while I was anesthetised.

Excuse me, but I've been anesthetised several times...

...and when I wake up, I don't remember anything.

I don't doubt your word, but--

The scumbag didn't even use protection. I'm pregnant.

I don't mean to nit-pick, but how can you know for sure he's the father?

You don't look like the abstinent type.

I'm homosexual.

Okay. Well, now that this child is here...

... forgive my phrasing, why not welcome it like a gift from heaven?

A rape child?

I want justice.

Are we talking about the same sort of justice?

I want Piriot dead.

Ah, yes. An eye for an eye.

You know this meeting is recorded, don't you?

Yes, my contact who recommended you informed me.

He also told me about your price.

For you, it will be 150,000 euros.

Sorry Edouard, I can't until next Thursday.

Great, I'll let you make a reservation. See you on Thursday, Minister.

We are back in business.

- What's with the long face? - The man I spotted on the Duprat case.

His name is Gilles Mercier. Former boss of the vice squad, fired for corruption.

Does he have anything to do with the late Mrs. Clean-Hands?

No. Julia was not his target. I was. He spent his whole career in the south.

Peszynsky has a casino in Cannes. I'm sure they know each other.

I wonder what rotten plan Peszynsky has in mind.

He can't do anything. I can prove that he ordered Lauren's murder.

You don't get it. This cop is on to me, I don't like it.

It would take so little for everything to get back to normal.

- What do you mean by so little? - Hand Lauren to Peszynsky.

- Do it and I'll kill you. - I was joking. Obviously.

So was I, obviously.

What do we do then?

Close shop and hide in Argentina?

I'm too old to start over.

My heart is not strong enough, Samuel.

You're so beautiful, my son.

DR PIRIOT, SURGEON TO THE STARS

WANTED BY SINGERS, ACTRESSES

HE KNOWS WHERE TO BE SEEN

Samuel never should have left it around.

It's not your fault.

Did I tell you what happened to me with that casino boss?

Several days later, I found myself in the hold of a boat, a gun on my temple.

With duct tape around the handle.

The killer spared me.

I managed to get out of the boat. And who took me in his car?

Samuel.

- That's how we met. - What are you saying?

That your boyfriend is an hitman, with a contract on your head?

Maybe.

What will you do now?

- What are you doing here? Where's Lauren? - I have some bad news.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. EVER!

- You told her? - What mother would do that to her son?

- You tell me. - I have nothing to do with this, I swear

- You're hurting me! - Who told her then?

Charlotte was there, when Lauren got a phone call.

She didn't hear the conversation, but Lauren said the name Peszynsky.

Why didn't Charlotte hold her back?

What was she supposed to do, tie her to the radiator?

She'll come back. For sure.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But she's going to need money. She knows where to find it, but so does Peszynsky.

- That's why we must find her fast. - You know all the casinos in France?

Peszynsky owns one. He knows this world, these people.

- He'll find her before you do. - Then what should I do?

Wait for him to find her? My life is meaningless without her, you understand?

- I need her. - Calm down, Samuel.

There's only one thing to do, focus on Peszynsky.

Deal with him, then you can spend your whole life looking for her.

I'm here for you.

Don't worry, sweetie. No one will ever know.

Can you hear me? This will be our secret.

Go away!

He hurt me, that little idiot!

- You are awake? - I can't sleep.

Come.

It's going to be hard at first, but don't worry.

- We've always pulled though. - I know.

Go to sleep now. You must rest for tomorrow.

Okay?

- Lauren? - Sorry, it's just me.

You have an appointment at two with Dr Piriot.

Alma will pick you up at one with the hardware.

- I brought croissants. - Thank you.

Ooh la! Have you been up all night?

Have some coffee. Don't let it bring you down.

- Did Samuel try to contact you? - Of course he did.

He rang my doorbell. I pretended I didn't know, like we said.

I don't know whether he believed me, but he didn't insist anyway.

- Are you sure he didn't follow you? - I don't think so.

Now that I know who he is, I'm very careful.

You did the right thing, Lauren.

What could you do but leave?

Don't tell me you still love him. Wake up! He's a killer.

By the way, so that you can play...

...this is all I had in my account. Here.

- I promise I'll give it back tomorrow. - We'll see. There's no rush.

This is a game I can't lose.

- Nice apartment, isn't it? - Sure is.

You can stay here, my friend has gone for at least two weeks.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I have to go, I'm late. Big day.

- Bye. - Bye.

And good luck.

Give me the tape recorder.

What do you want from me, Mr Peszynsky?

I've been assured of your discretion.

This is what I want to look like.

This is strange. Usually, they want the opposite.

Is it a problem?

No.

We'll have to break the nose bone, erase the cheekbones, loosen the cheeks.

Do you know how much this costs, Mr Peszynsky?

I was told 50,000 euros.

Look, I assume you don't want to be disfigured for the fun of it.

Do you understand the risks I'd be exposed to?

Clandestine operation, accomplice to criminal activities.

50.

And 100,000.

Good. I guess you're in a hurry, Mr Peszynsky.

- It must happen tonight. - Have you eaten?

- No. Just coffee this morning. - Come back tonight at eight.

- Natalia, cancel all my clients after six. - Yes, Doctor.

- Excuse me, do you know the area? - Yes.

Hands on the wheel. Slowly.

I'll drive.

Why is he posing as me?

Doesn't matter, he won't have time to carry it out.

I don't like it. He's a pro. Surely, he knows about his victim.

I didn't pick him randomly. Piriot is the ideal target.

- Three rape charges and still practising? - I was in charge of his case.

- We settled. - What about the girl?

Natalia Marishkia, aka Emilie Rousseau.

She's trustworthy. Ukrainian prostitute, no ID, no visa.

Piriot fixed her face.

He's been abusing her ever since. Filthily.

She might have done it for free if I'd insisted.

You should have insisted. I've invested a lot in this case.

It's time it stopped.

Piriot has cancelled all his clients. It's happening tonight, I'll be there.

HIV virus, terminal phase. Crippling.

This will be found in your left hand because you are a lefty.

Here's the deal. First, I inject the virus.

Two, I blow your brains out.

Three, cops call it a suicide.

Motive? This HIV positive test in your pocket.

So? How do you like my little staging?

What do you want?

Peszynsky's papers, in your safe, at the bank. Your wife will fetch them.

- My wife doesn't have access. - Liar.

I called your bank pretending to be Julie. You know what the banker said?

That I had a power of attorney.

Call your wife and be convincing.

Stop it.

Hello, honey, it's me.

I need you to go to the bank.

Even if you manage to pose as Peszynsky...

...why would Peszynsky kill Dr Piriot? What's his motive?

In my plan, Piriot plays your part: the boss of an assassin's agency.

- What can I do for you, Mr Peszynsky? - This bitch broke me.

Literally. I can never walk again.

- What do you want from me, Mr Peszynsky? - I've been assured--

What do you want from me, Mr Peszynsky?

- What do you want from me, Mr Peszynsky? - This bitch broke me.

Do you know how much it costs?

300,000 euros is what I've heard.

Money is not a problem. I would have done anything for her.

Do you know how much it costs?

300,000 euros is what I've heard.

Peszynsky kills Piriot for the incriminating recording.

- Which will be found on the crime scene. - Not bad. Then what?

Peszynsky is found with a hole in his head.

The cops will think a killer hired by Piriot did it.

Out of revenge.

- And who will be the killer? - Gilles Mercier.

Vladimir?

Is there a game tonight? How much?

- I'll call you back. - So?

- Winner takes 200,000 euros. - Shit! 200,000?

The buy in is 20,000. I don't have it.

Don't worry. We will leave.

Why don't you sell your car?

Forget it. I don't have the key to the house anyway.

- Hello? - This is Charlotte.

- I've got the files. - I'm on my way.

Lauren, please don't hang up. I know you tried to call me.

Okay, don't say anything.

Remember that fucking war? For money, for power.

I kill for money, Lauren.

- How can you? - I don't know.

I never questioned it until I met you.

Why did you spare me?

- Why? - I just couldn't.

For the first time, I was aware of what I was about to do. Kill you.

I couldn't. It was impossible.

- It didn't stop you from carrying on. - No.

But don't you feel anything? Any compassion for your victims?

- Any guilt? - No.

I don't enjoy killing. I just do it.

- What about me? How do I fit into this? - It's like two separate worlds.

Two worlds that never collide.

On one side, there is you, giving my life a purpose.

On the other side, there is this. I can't get rid of it.

- Why didn't you tell me? - I was afraid of losing you.

Come back.

Help me.

Natalia?

I was leaving. Do you need anything?

I have a long and difficult night ahead.

I could use a little relaxation.

I'm interested, but frankly, this is not a good deal for you.

- This car is worth more. - I know, but I need the money.

Okay, here's a deal. If you win, you can keep the car.

And you'll give me back the 20,000 euros.

I'm not going to lose.

Good luck.

Hello, Natacha? It's done.

He really let loose tonight.

Goodbye party. This is all behind me now.

- The keys to the office. - Thanks.

Say, this lawyer woman? She won't get me in trouble, will she?

No. I'll catch her tonight.

One way ticket to Moscow.

15,000 euros cash.

What about the passport?

Just so we're clear, Natalia.

If you come back to France, there won't be a second chance.

Natalia Marishkia.

Hello, Franck? This is Natacha.

I'm sorry, I have a piece of bad news.

I never expect any good news from you.

Your lawyer committed suicide, around four...

...in a parking lot near his office.

Of course, he's had time to hand me some documents before ending his life.

- You're bluffing. - Wait a minute.

I'm looking at an audio cassette.

It reads, "Delaunay case, March 14th, 2007."

Nice handwriting, red ink.

I also have the addresses, names and phone numbers...

...of the people who sent you my way.

- You've lost, Franck. - Fuck you.

Come on, don't be like that. I have some very good news too.

I've decided to let you live. Isn't that nice?

You get to go back to your casino and forget all about this.

Call. Call. 400.

Check.

- Check. - Check.

Leave a message, I'll call you back as soon as I can.

Lauren, it's me. I just called to say I quit.

And don't trust Charlotte. She works for my mother.

I love you.

Yes. No, he's asleep.

You can talk, I'm in the bathroom.

And where is that poker room?

And what do I do with Arthur? Okay.

How does she know her?

Wait for me here while I prepare the operating room.

Are you going to be all right?

The cards are dealt.

Don't move.

I was expecting you, Lieutenant.

You can shoot. I have nothing left to lose.

It won't be necessary.