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Goal!

Giroud!

- Hello?
- Patrick?

- There’s a hostage-taking at the Bataclan.
- On my way.

...gunfire in the 10th arrondissement,
and in the 11th.

At this point,
many victims have been reported

at the Bataclan music venue.
Several men are hiding

inside the building
after opening fire on the crowd.

Whether any other men
are at large in Paris...

Guys.

The shield’s on its way.

Negotiator’s trying
to reach the terrorists.

As soon as we can,
we’ll go in with the paramedics.

So be ready,

OK?

Sir?

Sir?

Ask the paramedics to wait
while we secure the building.

I know it’s not what you want,
but we can give first aid.

- Who are you?
- I joined the BRI a week ago.

I was Special Forces
and spent 2 years in Syria.

I think those guys did too.

You only learn to do that
by watching others.

They won’t negotiate.
They know they’re gonna die tonight.

THE BRIGADE

7 YEARS LATER

This week’s file...

Ahmed Hamarkodja,
age 20, theft and firearms offenses.

Lives in social housing in Melun.

Levallois just bumped his file
up to red.

He’s very active on jihadist forums,

looks for guns on the dark web

and says he’s about to put
his threats into action.

The Anti-Terrorist Squad
want us to pick him up.

You mean pick him up at his place?

Only we have our own way of working.

We wait for the guy to come outside

and grab him when he’s on the move.

Why do you do that?

At home he can put on a vest

and booby-trap the door.

Outdoors, he’s got no chance.

He can wear a vest
and carry a gun outdoors too.

And there are civilians outdoors.

Your guy’s a loser for sure.

He calls for a jihad online,
but lives on welfare.

He won’t do anything.

I bet you he’ll burst into tears
when I cuff him.

No bets, just do as I say.

OK, but in my experience,
that kind of individual...

I have a lot more experience
of them than you.

Not to defend him,

because he talks
a lot of crap,

but with Patrick we did that

and we always got our man.

It may not even be us they send in.

First briefing with the new boss
and you’re on the phone.

It’s kicking off.

What is?

- The Fish.
- I don’t believe it.

You’ve been on reserve all week,
now you’re going after him again.

- You’re still after The Fish?
- Who is this Fish?

An ex-gangster
who bores the kids about the old days.

- No more.
- Sometimes they’re the worst.

- But more often they’re not.
- True.

Why do you say that?

He got out of jail 2 months ago
and has been meeting lots of guys.

Of course he has, he’d hardly be
meeting philosophers and writers.

It’s what gangsters do.

He’s going to Dior and Zegna,
wears a new Audemars watch.

Go on.

Freed jailbirds
normally have nothing.

Especially thieves.
I think he’s back in business.

The way he’s spending, he’s got money
coming in, either now or soon.

What do you think?

You must have an idea.

This is getting us nowhere.
I’m going. What’s the plan?

- The doorman at the Monak.
- The footballers’ restaurant?

- The Fish just got there.
- OK, Badri, get on it.

Right.

How many?

82kg.

Too many snacks.

Julien, got a minute?

You can tell me all about it later.

I’m not good at this.

I don’t like talking.

I’m best when I’m out in the field.

BRI is the Research and Intervention
Brigade.

Both.

If you want to be just in the field,
join another unit.

We work on information here.
You knew that when you joined.

- With Patrick...
- Stop that.

Enough of Patrick.

He’s retired, and I’m not him.

- I’m not trying to piss you off.
- I know.

I want you to come up with ideas.

Find informers, establish leads,

be independent within the group.

Can I ask you something?

- Am I upsetting the group?
- No.

Then why change everything?

- Morning.
- Morning, Julien.

- Got a minute, Saïd?
- We’ll talk later.

- How’s your first day going?
- OK.

I didn’t have time to tell you.

We found the ideal candidate
to join your group.

Patrick interviewed him before he left.

Stop!

He started out in Guiana,
moved to Seine-Saint-Denis police.

Drugs Squad snapped him up.
He spent 4 years there.

Exceptional results in the field.

He was at home
on the streets.

He didn’t really fit in
with the Drugs Squad,

which frankly I can understand.

He blew everyone away in his tests
and is just waiting to join us.

Get off me, you son of a bitch!

- You dirty cop!
- Stop wriggling.

You can’t afford shit!

Get off me!

Bastard!

Keep still!

I said keep still.

I’ll kill you, on my mother’s life!

Get up.

Look.

Here come the dirty cops now.

Next time
I’m gonna fuck you up!

There won’t be a next time.

He threw the bag over there.

Sorry, I didn’t have time to tell you.

I was gonna do some interviews.

Well, now you don’t need to.

You won’t find a better candidate.

How do you feel?

OK. I just got here.

I meant about the group.

As I say, I just got here.
They seem like a good group.

Quite mixed, though.

I’ve rarely seen a better one.
Of the 4 under my command,

just between us,
it’s the best.

It didn’t happen overnight.

Patrick did a fantastic job.

Some adjustments are needed.

Improvements can always be made,
of course.

But not at any cost.

They’re one of the best units in Paris.
Earn their respect,

like Patrick, and all will be well.

- Hello.
- Vanessa sent me.

Yeah.

- Any action?
- No.

He’s still inside.
They’re eating.

- Who’s “they”?
- He’s with a girl.

OK. Call me when he leaves.

- Hello?
- Why are you texting me?

- Where are you?
- Seriously?

- Where are you?
- At the Italian, thanks to you.

Verratti’s arriving in a Ferrari
as I speak.

- Why are you awake?
- I wasn’t sleepy. I’m at the gym.

You haven’t been home?
So why am I here?

- I’m coming.
- Where?

- To you.
- You’re off duty!

My night’s ruined anyway.

- I’m on my way.
- Forget it.

- You could’ve let me sleep.
- Yeah.

- Hey, wait.
- What?

- Grab a tracker on your way.
- OK.

Think that’s Griselda Blanco?

It’s just the girl
he wants to screw tonight.

Your guy’s finished, I tell you.

- Your thing stinks.
- So do you.

You’ll end up like Julien
eating all that protein, no brain.

There you go,
a sleepless night for nothing.

- They’re going to hers or the hotel.
- Follow them.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

I should be sleeping now,
but I chose to do this with you.

One, you made me tail
an unemployed ex-con.

And two, you’re a fucking insomniac.

I could’ve been on a real case.

But Julien says nothing
and Saïd has no idea what he’s talking about.

That’s harsh. Patrick said
he was a big shot in Intelligence.

Where does Intelligence fit in
with what we do?

He was at the Bataclan
in his first week on the job.

You defend him because
he lets you tail a useless guy.

Shut up.

- Get out of here.
- What?

Go home, get some sleep.

- You sure?
- Yes, I’ve got this.

OK.

- Aren’t you forgetting something?
- Yeah.

Wait, who are you?

I live here.

You look like a cop.

- I do?
- Let me search you.

Do I look like a cop now,
you bastard?

Hey, hey!

What are you doing?
He lives on the 5th floor! Get lost!

You too, get out!

What happened to the local guys?

They’re cheaper,
we’re like Uber Eats.

Peace, bro.

Take care.

Salaam.

- What are you doing here?
- I just finished work.

- Any coffee?
- No.

- Can you make me one?
- Make your own.

Come on, I’m tired.

Make me a coffee, please.

You look terrible.

- What have you been doing?
- I told you, working.

- Doing a survey for the new road.
- Good.

Take the work while you can.

- Sit down, I’ll bring your coffee.
- Thanks.

Wakey-wakey!

- Why are you here?
- To see my aunt.

You got out?

No, I’m still in Nanterre!
Obviously, I got out last week.

And you just barge in here
and wake me up?

I didn’t recognize you with your beard.

Trying to fool the guards?

- Mom, you never told me.
- I wanted to surprise you.

What a handsome nephew!

You’re kidding! He looks like
he just got back from Syria.

Here you go.

Thanks, Auntie.

What are you doing?

- I need to go.
- Not eating with your cousin?

Really!

- I just got out of jail.
- You shouldn’t have gone in, then.

I’m kidding,
I’m going to work.

- Still building roads?
- Yes, in Seine-et-Marne.

- Aren’t you working locally?
- That was yesterday.

This is a new job.

That far away?

- Yeah.
- I thought it was a local thing.

It used to be,
but now they’re cutting back.

- See you later, cous’.
- Yeah.

Take care.

63.7kg.

- Shit, I thought I’d put on more.
- At least you haven’t lost any.

Yes, but I struggle
with the safety gear.

The stab vest and helmet
weigh half as much as me.

Every body has its limits.

Try grappling with me.

And have your sweaty body on mine?

No, thanks.

All right?

Yeah. Come here.

- What’s up?
- I’ll tell you.

- Otmane got out yesterday.
- And?

No one told me.

You expected a call
from the Prison Service?

Not even my family.

They wanted to surprise you.

- You think it’s funny?
- People go in, people come out.

- Yes, but he’ll want revenge.
- For what?

- He doesn’t know you reported him.
- I just handed over the case.

You can believe that if you want.

Hey, guys.

- This will only take a minute.
- OK.

So...

Thanks to Vanessa and Badri,
we have a lead on Rafik Saïfi,

aka The Fish.

He’s seeing a girl
who works at the Hôtel du Louver.

Next week is Fashion Week.

An American singer has booked
the biggest suite.

She arrives in 2 days.

- We think he’s about to strike.
- What’s her name?

- Can’t you read?
- Not from here.

- Bad Barbies.
- “Bad Barbies”!

Please. We can’t allow another Kardashian.
Everyone’s counting on us,

so make an effort.

There’s a hostage-taking drill
tomorrow.

We’ll have an extra member
who’s come straight from Drugs Squad.

Oh, right.

- OK?
- Great.

Who was that Drugs guy, Julien?

We were on an operation
and he shot himself in the foot.

I hope he didn’t train your guy.

No, the great Patrick recruited him,

so you needn’t worry.

- A good sign.
- He didn’t like Drugs Squad.

Well, don’t mess him around.
He might give you a good thrashing.

That I’d like to see!

Calm down, Vanessa.

He might twist his ankle.

He’ll teach you a lesson, more like.

We’ll find out tomorrow.

Thanks.

I got you a coffee.

No, thanks.

The sooner this is over,
the better for everyone.

It’s not nice to say it, but yes.

It’s a damn shame.

Did you have any luck with my thing?

I’m quitting.

Quitting what?

I’m retiring.

It’s over.

Maybe for you, but not for me.

I can give you
my replacement’s number, but...

these days, informers have to be
entered on the national database.

I doubt you’ll want your name on there.

Give me the number, I’ll work it out.

- How?
- Don’t worry about it.

Where’s your warrant card?
Do you have it? Are you still a cop?

I’d worked so much overtime,

they put me on leave to make it up.

So you’re hanging around
doing nothing, is that it?

I’m on standby if they need me,

and I’m doing a bit of training
until I get my rubber stamp.

I see.

I wasn’t expecting that.

Don’t you like it anymore,

- or what?
- No, but I didn’t sign up for this.

I like chasing robbers all over Paris.

But now it’s just terrorists,
drug traffickers, psychos on the make.

How long have we known each other?

A long time.

You don’t want to play the game anymore.

It was better before,

the Palacio, the Fun Raï...

The time of the Franks and of Pascal.

You’re like the old guys.

Yeah.

And like them, I’m done.

- I’m coming out, where are you?
- In front of the hospital.

So, did you speak to him?

- It’s gonna take a bit longer.
- Why?

He’s quitting.

Then we have a problem.

The brothers have decided not to pay
and warned me not to come back.

The El-Hassanis
don’t mean shit to me.

- So let me take care of them.
- No, there’s a better way.

Go and see Patrick’s replacement,
let him do it.

Hello.

This is your new colleague,

Socrate.

From Drugs Squad.

Make him feel welcome.

So you’re from Drugs Squad?

- Yeah.
- You guys do weird stuff.

And don’t tell me it’s not true.

If you’re caught helping yourself
on a search, watch out, OK?

Yeah.

- What’s your name?
- Socrate.

Socrate...
We’re doing a hostage-taking drill.

- Check your cartridges for live ammo.
- I will.

Great.

- Police! Stay calm!
- Stay calm! Hands up, T-shirt up!

Head down, we’ll get you out!

Go, go, go!

Support!

Fire!

Get back!

Police! Drop your weapon!

Come on.

Head down.

So...

- How was it?
- How do I look?

What about your case?

I’ve unlocked the phone.

I’ll get the address
of the guy he buys from.

It’s not the wholesaler,
but it’s a start.

First time I’ve seen the boss
on an exercise.

I’ll keep at it.

Good.

I’m on it.

- OK?
- Great.

Hi.

Do I know you?

Patrick sent me to see you,
now that he’s quit.

That’s news to me.

It’s about some guys
threatening Paris,

before it all kicks off.

I’ll stop you right there.

Patrick said nothing to me.

End of discussion.

Speak to him, then call me.

Goodbye.

- What would you like?
- He’s not staying.

Lend me your pen.

SELIM KHEMISSI

ORGANIZED CRIME

Yeah?

All right?

- I should be asking you.
- Everyone’s talking about you.

I’m doing my best
to fill your shoes.

- Are you busy?
- No, shoot.

Sélim Khemissi, ring any bells?

No, who’s that?

He came to me with a tip-off,
said you sent him.

My son’s on the other line,
I’ll call you back.

What do I do?

Listen to him.

- You said you didn’t know him.
- Gotta go.

Noam?

Dad, it’s Mom. You need to come.

Lost your way?

You box?

A little.

- Let’s glove up.
- You want to fight?

- Do you?
- Yes.

You OK?

Yeah.

Want to do some MMA?

Sure.

Why do you have a fake Rolex?

To look like them.
Watches are important.

If I turn up with a Rolex, it’s fine.

But with a G-Shock like yours...

Forget it, I’m dead.

You mean your haircut
isn’t inconspicuous enough?

Want to grab some
beer and pizza?

When I’ve done my stretching.

Don’t be long,
we’re taking down The Fish tomorrow.

PLANÈTE AFRIKA HAÏTI

D44 to D41.

Black Peugeot 508 on the move.

D42 to D41, we’re in place.

D41 to D44 and 45, confirm 508

parking outside.

3 individuals.
The Fish – wig and glasses.

Tall guy – black jacket, blue shirt.

And a short guy – blue jacket.

Received.

Socrate, aim at the windshield
and maintain eye contact.

Don’t let him see us
with the handcuffs.

They’re in the corridor.

Approaching the room.

They’re going in.

Eyes down, don’t look at me!

Go!

Police!

- Police!
- Drop your weapon!

- Freeze!
- Turn off the engine!

Police, open up!

Open the door!

Police!

- Look at me!
- Engine off!

Look me in the eye!

In the eye! In the eye!

Give me your hand.

Look at me!

Out of the car!

- He’s getting away!
- Got him!

Follow him!

Freeze!

Don’t move!

Hands!

Get up.
Stand up.

Well done, guys.
Wrap it up.

- See you for the champagne?
- Start without me.

What’s up with him?

- Hello?
- Hello.

We need to talk.

I’m taking my son out to dinner,
we can talk then.

Give me the address.

I’ll send it to this number.

- OK.
- See you tonight.

Hey, throw my phone away!

Hey!

Don’t talk to me.

You got me, I’m going down.

The people in my phone
have nothing to do with this.

I don’t want to drag them down.

Give me one good reason
why I should.

I’ll give you one of the Fontainebleau
auction-room guys.

A real son of a bitch, I hate him.

Get him, you’ll get the rest.

I’m listening.

Chuck this away.

I’ve spoken to Ferracci, she agrees.
Let me know.

- OK.
- Don’t take too long.

Thanks. Bye.

- Who was that?
- Patrick Prigent.

An old colleague.
We were at the Bataclan together.

Then he moved to Versailles.

What did he want?

He wants me to take over his group.

That’s great!

Yeah...

- You don’t seem pleased.
- No, it’s just that...

I don’t know him that well.

So?

I’m wondering why.

Why did he call me?

- Stop sulking, we’re getting pizza.
- I’m not.

Know what?

- What?
- You’re lucky.

Why?

Alix says she can’t come tonight.

Are you pleased? Well?

I know you are!

- So, what do we do now?
- We eat pizza.

I just have to see someone first.

Police!

Shit!

I’ll take care of him.

Kid, look at me, stay with me.

Stay with me.

There.

THE BRIGADE