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ELITE SQUAD

Cover me!

ELITE SQUAD

5 years later...

You promised!

Tell Pascal.

Hi, Pascal!

Hi, pumpkin.

- I aced my math test! - I'm proud of you!

- Morning, madam. - Morning.

Shall we? Come on!

Can we put the beacon on?

Only if you're good.

Oops! I forgot my gym bag.

- Hurry! We're late! - I'll be quick!

Boris Constantine here. Please leave a message.

Inspector, a bomb just went off outside the Commissioner's home.

The Prosecutor and the CID have been alerted.

Try to get there first.

Susoni. May I help you?

Where are you touching me? Lower that shit!

Carella, from the Crime Squad, was just here.

Turn off the music.

Police inspection! IDs on tables!

Calm down!

Sit down! You can get dressed, Miss.

- Cowboys! - Got a problem?

Empty your pockets. Now!

Hey, gramps! Wake up, grandpa!

Empty your pockets! On your feet!

Where are you going, Curly?

- Am I Curly? - Yeah.

- To take a piss! - Perfect timing. Me too!

Want me to hold it?

Yeah! And I'll bust your ass!

Come on, asshole!

You really are a jerk!

Next time, I'll French you! So what's the problem?

I'm up shit creek, Yach! They're saying I'm a snitch!

- And you want me to clear that up? - Exactly!

Slug me in front of Susoni and I'm a virgin.

- What's in it for me? - Oriou.

- Oriou what? - The Suresnes armored truck heist.

He's got an appointment at a hair salon today.

- A hair salon? - Some swanky place in the 7th.

Maybe he's got a hot date!

- Who spilled it? - His buddy, Cheb Larbi.

A real chatterbox.

What side?

Get lost!

Let's beat it! Say hi to Carella!

Oriou? ls your snitch sure about this?

Let's nab the motherfucker.

Yeah?

I'm on my way.

- They tried to smoke the boss. - What?

Get Breunière and find a stake-out near the hair salon.

Have you received any threats?

None.

I'll handle the press.

You shouldn't stay here.

I'll be OK.

What's he doing here?

This is Crime Squad business.

Maybe some thug tried to kill me.

That's his specialty.

Still at each other's throats.

Family business, Richard.

Let me keep house as I see fit.

OK, ladies and gentlemen, roll call.

Pierre Germain.

Anne Rossi.

What's all that shit?

School's out. They sent us a dozen interns.

I'm supposed to give a speech, but I'm not up to it.

Three go to the Crime Squad, four to Narcotics,

one to Anti-Gang.

Yach, you take Lt. Marie Van Sant.

You're not sticking me with an intern.

First in her class, her father's tight with the Police Chief.

Otherwise, I've got no lover, no double life, no debts.

So I don't think I'm personally compromised.

The only places I go at night are my office and my home.

So the target was strictly the CID Commissioner.

We're reviewing all the cases you've been involved in.

Particularly the big cases.

Why just the big cases?

They could be two-bit thugs.

A thug targeting the Commissioner?

Any information on the explosives they used?

We're waiting for the analysis.

No, the whole crew. Plus an intern.

It'll be her baptism by fire.

OK, I'm on my way.

Oriou's back in town.

We're picking him up at a hair salon.

Since when have you known this?

You should have notified me.

The last time I shared, you dropped the ball.

Know how to put that on?

Requisition a wiretap for the Commissioner's house, pronto.

The lab says the explosive's a C-4 that may be linked to another case.

- Which case? - I don't know.

That's no answer.

What will we do with the interns?

Boris! Hello...

I don't know. Let them settle in and watch.

Don't you want to say something?

What? "Welcome to the Police Force“?

One of our coworkers died today.

He left a widow and two kids.

Traditionally, we send round a collection.

Anybody fancy taking care of that?

I'd like to.

What's your name?

Rossi. Anne Rossi.

I haven't introduced myself. I'm Inspector Constantine.

I head up this unit.

You'll be working under me.

Welcome to the Police Force!

The old routine, you in front, me behind.

I ring the bell, you cuff him!

If he spots us, we'll all go "boom".

How come?

He's always got a grenade on his belt.

Heads up!

That's him!

We'll go in the back and nab him mid-haircut.

Don't we have a plant inside?

I can go.

He'd spot you a mile away. And he knows us.

- He doesn't know me. - Don't even think about it.

Shall I suit her up?

That's insane, Yach!

Walk in, grab a magazine and act like a customer.

Wait for the motherfucker to relax, then press this button.

- Will you be OK? - I'll be OK.

- Sorry, there's no music. - Too bad.

Whatever you do, no eye contact.

OK guys, we're in.

I'll blow her brains out!

Behind me!

Do you really need a chick?

Let me get past, asshole!

Let me take her place.

I can blow this place to smithereens.

You're all dolled up, you don't want to die.

Back off or I'll shoot her!

You want to get smart?

Drop your weapon!

The grenade!

That's the job.

Watch or get out!

OK, fine. Get out.

They should see this before they apply.

- Did you find something? - A passport.

Take it to the lab for identification.

Take it to the lab for identification.

So...

Third degree burns over 100% of his body.

Death was instantaneous.

Death was instantaneous.

If you can keep the widow away, I'd be grateful.

What can I do with this?

You've done worse.

It's not the same. I knew him.

The drivers hang out in a café

over near the nursing school.

They pick up girls at the bar next door.

A good guy.

Sort of a loudmouth, but pretty nice.

I'll take care of the passport.

Stop by that bar he hung out in.

Ask a few questions, feel things out.

Feeling better?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. It was a bad choice for your first day.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

You remind me of someone.

I have to get used to you too.

Your husband's watch and wedding ring.

We'll do everything we can to find those responsible.

And then?

You should have died.

Not him.

Now I'm alone with two kids,

who will never see their father again.

The same people always pay.

I'll see that you want for nothing.

I've talked to social services,

you'll receive Pascal's entire salary.

Without delay.

My daughter drew this.

She asked me to give it to you.

She was very attached to Pascal.

His passing is very painful for us too.

Get out of here.

You've kept a low profile.

What have you been up to?

You know the answer. Go fuck yourself.

You're in the big time now, Serge.

Two guards dead, an injured cop.

They won't tally things up like in the old days.

You'll get 20 years.

At your age, that's pricey.

Then I won't see your ugly mug again.

Got one for me?

When you stop talking bullshit.

Who was with you in Suresnes?

Why protect the guys who ratted on you?

How could they? I wasn't there.

Your DNA was on the security guard.

5 years ago, they cornered him and his brother in a building.

Big shoot-out!

Oriou got away but his brother went down

and the boss took a hit in the spine.

Is that why she walks with a cane?

Is that why she walks with a cane?

Is that why she walks with a cane?

Ever since, Yach's been at war with Constantine.

It hasn't been the same here.

Why at war?

He can tell you that.

What's he doing?

I'll buy you a coffee.

Come on.

Here, everything's in order.

Thanks.

The passport we found on Pascal was Albanian.

Why would he have an Albanian passport?

No idea. We contacted Interpol.

We checked out the bar.

Our Pascal was quite a stud.

Far from his nice family-man image.

Call them all in.

The bar owner, the girls, the drivers.

- Already done. - Anything else?

I talked to the Bomb Squad.

The C-4 on the boss' car is definitely linked to

the armored truck heist in Suresnes.

Same explosive, same batch.

- Who handled it? - Hauts-de-Seine CID.

- And the perps? - On the lam.

There is one surprise.

They identified an old pal of yours...

Oriou.

You're telling me now? Yach just busted him!

What the fuck are you doing?

You attacked me and tried to escape. I had to shoot.

- The judge will eat that up. - You're not crazy enough.

I'm listening. Who are you ready to die for?

- I'm listening! - What?

The report's positive, Oriou! The report's positive, Oriou!

The heist explosives match the ones on the boss' car!

You put that shit on her car!

If I kill somebody, I do it in person.

- Even your brother's killer? - Especially her!

I'll get the bitch one day, but not that way.

Then who was it?

How do I know? I'm not a cop.

Where'd you get the C-4?

OK.

The rat who snitched in exchange for the address.

Yach, open up!

Open the fucking door!

I can't get anything out of him.

He's all yours.

Excuse me.

We haven't met. I'm Commissioner Legrand.

- You are? - Lt. Anne Rossi.

I'm an intern.

What department?

Crime Squad. Under Inspector Constantine.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

What happened to you?

Bad company.

Nothing serious.

You should slow down, Inspector.

I won't always be here to watch your back.

It was for a good cause. I got an address for the C-4.

- From Oriou? - Himself.

- From Oriou? - Himself.

- Why did he do that? - He says he didn't rig your car.

I killed his brother, he wants vengeance.

Maybe. But if it wasn't him, the perp is still at large.

He may try again.

How's your daughter?

She's staying with my folks. For a few days.

And you? Where are you sleeping?

At home.

I've got two security crews outside. Don't worry.

See you tomorrow.

Take care of yourself.

Sophie, we're thirsty! A little service!

I've only got two hands!

Thanks!

- How's it going? - And you, gorgeous?

Hi, Daddy.

It's me. Your cell phone is so cool

Mom's not too happy.

But then she never is.

She says I'm too small.

I'm fed up!

I want to be big so I can be with you all the time.

And Mum too.

But it's not the same.

Suzanne?

What are you doing? Who are you talking to?

I'm fed up!

Let's do like before! Come see me!

I miss you, Daddy. I love you.

- How's it going? - OK. You?

You know a bar in Drancy called The Jean Bart?

The guy who runs it used to deal.

We pulled him in a few times for junk.

He's a jerk.

Some real hard asses hang out there.

Why? You got something?

That's where Oriou picks up guns and bombs.

- How's it going, Sophie? - Fine.

Give me a kiss!

Salif, I've got a good one for you.

Know the saying,

"Boombox on the porch outside, Jiggaboo in the sack inside"?

It rhymes with nincompoop too.

Scammed some stuff lately?

Does wonders for your complexion!

One red wine.

Two!

You're always on form. It's been a pleasure!

OK, ladies,

briefing at 8 am!

Don't sleep in!

Congratulations on this morning.

You've got balls! That'll be in my report.

In the future, don't take risks and do as you're told.

Rule 1: never carry a loaded gun in the precinct.

Rule 2: always be sure it's loaded in the field.

Luckily, Oriou didn't notice. Because if he did...

Nice of you to stop by.

What's it like having three legs?

I won't thank you, but getting gunned down by a thug like you

did make the boys upstairs grateful.

I'm happy for you.

But one of these days,

we'll have to settle the score.

Too late. You screwed up.

That's not what Yach thinks.

That bum who tried to kill you fucked up. Great.

Because I won't.

One day, you'll open your door

and I'll be there.

Do you hear me, bitch?

I'll be there.

I forgot my keys.

Good night.

Hi, Dad. It's me.

You OK? I'm not calling at a bad time?

Yeah, it went really well.

I met the whole staff.

The apartment's great.

We haven't had time to fix it up yet.

But Marie sends her love.

OK, I'll tell her,

I'll call back later, Dad.

Love you.

- You OK? - Yeah.

What a first day, huh?

And you!

- Day one and you're already a legend! - Are you kidding?

The legend really screwed up.

- Fancy getting a bite somewhere? - No, we've got boxes to unpack!

Who gives a shit?

My dad's coming to install our shelves this weekend.

Shall I leave you two alone?

He'd love to see you!

How can you live here?

I don't. I sleep here.

Well, I try.

You go too far, Yach.

You scare everybody.

Why does Legrand force you and Constantine to work together?

I don't know.

Maybe because she feels personally involved.

She wants to keep it in the family.

Except there is no family anymore.

What happened to you?

Everybody knows that.

I'm not talking about the official version.

Life happened, Isabelle.

The boss is making a career for herself,

Boris left the land of the living, and I'm barely hanging on.

That's all there is to it.

Find anything at Pascal's autopsy?

An Albanian passport.

An Albanian passport?

- Man or woman? - I don't know yet.

The Albanian passport belonged to an Evica Gena, 24.

She came to France 6 months ago on a tourist visa.

Get me her file and find out what you can, on the double.

Anne!

Copy this and run it over for general dissemination.

I want everything on this girl by tonight.

Check death notices and unidentified bodies too.

- Where are you going? - To see the widow.

- Hello. - Hi.

I know that girl. Can I see?

Inspector Constantine may not like that.

Thank you.

Albanian. Must be the passport girl.

Go to The Jean Bart and stake it out without me.

Yes?

Come in.

I'm not sure we can keep you in the Crime Squad, Ms. Rossi.

I could mention your behavior.

at my chauffeur's autopsy.

But that wouldn't be very honest.

You resemble someone from the past who I don't want to resurface.

Don't try to understand.

You're going to Juvenile.

You start Monday morning.

You can finish the week here.

And if I refuse?

I'll block your police accreditation

and delay your appointment for another year.

That's disgusting!

It's not personal.

It's to maintain stability in this department.

Thank you.

Another cup of coffee?

No thanks.

Do you know this person?

She may be involved in Pascal's death.

Doesn't ring any bells.

She's Albanian.

Do you have family or friends there?

Forgive me for asking, but...

How were things between you lately?

You want details about my personal life?

It could help the investigation.

He couldn't stand the kids anymore. He came home later and later.

He said his boss was working long hours.

Sometimes he didn't come home all night.

Do you think she and Pascal...?

No.

- Mommy? - Yes, sweetie?

Say hello to the gentleman.

Excuse me, I have to see to my children.

What is it?

I'm on my way.

Yeah.

The same.

No, no, no.

For the moment, it's calm.

A few lowlifes,

neighborhood drunks...

Nothing interesting.

It's being done as we speak.

It's driving me nuts.

- How much do I owe you? - Three seventy.

Shall we go?

Mic in place.

A-OK. It works.

What's come over you?

To make it real. Didn't you learn that at the academy?

- Was the tongue necessary? - Occupational hazards, babe.

That's an occupational hazard too.

Nothing. I'll explain later.

Hi, Sophie. Coffee, please.

- How's she connected to the boss. - She's not.

They're all thinking mobsters,

but I think it was just about getting laid.

All that to kill a chauffeur?

No, no way!

Thanks.

You're in luck, we picked them up twice.

They hustle in a parking garage.

Hot stuff! Albanian mafia and all that shit!

Handle at your own risk.

Same last name... Sisters?

They were.

One wound up at the bottom of the Seine, Evica.

Her body was just identified.

Constantine's on it. Corey just called me.

And the other one?

I wrote down the address.

Got to go! I've got a gigantic heroin bust.

By the way, I heard from Carella from Vice.

Why'd you raid that strip joint?

Susoni's all bent out of shape!

A mistake. Sorry.

Next time, warn me first, OK?

I'm off!

Fished out this morning. A barge owner found her.

They slit her throat and threw her in the water.

The work of a real psychopath.

Needle marks, fake fingernails...

Eastern European hookers. Did you check with Narcotics and Vice?

Yeah, nothing. Nothing on the passport either.

But she did have a sister.

What's the address?

Police! Open up!