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Thank you.

Vinny to team. I have eyes on
Mahmoudi. He just stepped out.

Everybody on standby.

He’s moving.

Crossing over and on high alert.

- He’s going down to the metro.
- I’ll tail him on foot.

Walid, keep your distance. We’re
just supposed to watch him.

I got it, Sami.

He’s going back
up. He’s onto me.

What’s this motherfucker up to?

Walid, come back.
He’s taking a taxi.

Come on, man. Get back here.

All eyes watch out for a black
Mercedes taxi about to take off.

Plate number. Bravo
Sierra 556 Delta Alpha.

I repeat. Black Mercedes,
Bravo Sierra 556 Delta Alpha.

Sami, you’re on. Heading
onto David d’Angers Street.

Look out.

Vinny to team. We’re turning
on La Fraternité Street.

Antoine and Richard to
Sami, which direction?

He’s heading your way.
You should see him soon.

Sami to team. We’re coming
on Sérurier Boulevard.

Antoine and Richard, stay put.

- We’ll get on him.
- Copy that.

Vinny to Sami, we’re at a
dead end on Mouzaïa Street.

Hanna here. At a red light
on Sérurier not moving.

Son of a bitch.
He pulled a U-ie.

Hanna, you’re on it. Antoine,
he’s headed your way.

- He just flipped a U-ie.
- I got him.

Son of a bitch.

- Antoine, you got eyes on him?
- He just went by. We’re on him.

Move it!

- Come on, let’s go.
- Vinny, Walid, where are you?

Going down Sérurier,
heading towards you.

I’m bailing. He went right.
Antoine, where are you?

I saw you, we’re on it.

Careful, it’s a dead
end. He’s turning around.

Heading back out. He’s
still in the taxi.

Antoine, Richard,
position? What’s happening?

He’s headed up Indochine
Boulevard, we got made.

Back off then. I’ll
take over with Hanna.

Copy that, Sami.

He turned on Périgueux
Street. Sami, you’re on.

Okay.

Vinny, where the fuck are you?

Intersection of
Belleville, Pixérécourt.

Hanna, take over.

Copy that. I see him.

He’s going down Plâtrières.

Okay, I’ll take over
at the intersection.

- Vinny, what’s your location?
- Still fuckin’ stuck here.

What’s he trying to pull?

Bastard! He fucking got
out. Where is everyone?

Sami, what’s my move?

Fuck! He’s getting a motorcycle. We’ll
lose him if he takes the footbridge.

Hanna, get on his tail!

Antoine, no!

- So what’s your name?
- Antoine.

Antoine what?

Antoine is enough.

Why are you following
me, Antoine?

That’s a stupid question.

And that’s a stupid idea.

We have an audience.

Maybe next time.

SQUAD 36

DANGEROUS INDIVIDUAL,
MAY BE ARMED

Cheers to Anti-Gang. To Hanna and to
Antoine, who put on an impressive chase.

And Walid, who got played like
a rookie in the stairwell.

He got you good, man.

Counterintelligence is the
first thing the Academy teaches.

Yeah, but only if you
attend. Right, Walid?

Missed out thanks to
that free pass, huh?

Fifteen years slogging through
shit, in the desert with the Legion.

Of course it softened your
brain, you can’t fuckin’ help it.

You wouldn’t have lasted
three days in basic training.

Especially with that fuckin’
Freddie Mercury mustache.

What do we do with this guy?

For now, sit back and wait until
he comes back on the radar.

If he’s smart, he’ll
lay low for a bit.

Did you hear from the guy
who gave you the intel?

No, I didn’t. Looks like
he fell off the grid.

So we’re back to square one.

We should’ve taken
him outside the bar.

Yeah, but the instructions were to
follow him and identify his contacts.

We had no reason to arrest him.

Well, the director just ripped me
a new one thanks to all of you.

Pour me one to help
me get over it.

I’m sure that you can guess

that our little operation didn’t
go over too well upstairs.

- Which part?
- Thanks, Hanna.

Let’s just say that the police prefect
and a few tight-assed ministry employees

didn’t particularly appreciate
the two-wheeled stunt ride fiasco.

Really?

You read the memos that
come with your paycheck?

Hmm.

No more overzealous
behavior in public spaces.

I did manage to convince
Internal Affairs to hold off

on the public endangerment
disciplinary measures…

triggered after a few
idiots filed complaints

after witnessing all
of you in action.

Next time you go overboard, I
won’t be able to save your asses.

Public endangerment, Boss?

There goes our single-digit
hazard pay bonus, huh?

You do this job
for the money? No.

For the glory.

- Oh, the glory?
- A little.

Hmm.

“Glory is the
sunshine of the dead.”

But a dead cop is a useless cop.

Hanna, not too beat up?

A few bruises, but I’m good.

It could’ve been a lot worse.
Let’s try to be careful.

Tomorrow, we ride again.

- Now go get some rest.
- Night.

- See ya, Boss. Night, Boss.
- You too, Boss.

I’ve been wondering…

Is it a spot on the ground
or the number of steps?

The number of what?

You always grab my hand at
the exact same spot over there

like we finally made
it into the safe zone.

You are my safe zone.

You sleeping over tonight?

I’ll give you a ride.

Just tell Marcus
you can’t make it.

It’s the last one, I swear.

I have no choice. I
gave Marcus my word.

You know this guy
is bad news, right?

You’ll lose everything.
Think about it.

I have to go.

Gentlemen! Listen up!

No spitting, no biting
and no blows to the eyes.

Below the belt is a no-go.

No time limit and no rounds.

Follow my rules, be the last
one standing, and you win.

May the best man win!

Come on!

Get up!

Finish him off!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Aw, come on!

All right. Game over!

Your winnings.

Thanks.

I have another fight for
you if you’re interested.

Guy runs a gang in Aubervilliers.
I think you two have history.

I’m done now, Marcus.

It’s five times the prize money.

Think about it.

My mind’s made up.

Three broken ribs and severe
trauma to the rib cage,

plus a perforation of the left
lung for Ibrahim Bouchouari.

Broken left forearm, nose
and jaw for Dylan Malouda.

And multiple facial fractures
with severe head trauma leading

to a 24-hour loss of
consciousness for Mr. Saïd Nguyen.

You still claim self-defense?

Overkill's a better term.

Not long before the
incident, you participated in

and won money in an illegal fight
organized by your friend Marcus Reinhart.

You understand that your
actions are not compatible

with the regulations outlined
in the Code of Ethics, correct?

You’ve practiced martial arts
for a while, haven’t you?

Since I was ten.

And did none of your teachers ever mention
that rule number one is self-control?

Where is this going?

You want me to feel
guilty for hurting them?

I told you, they came after
me. It was self-defense.

Whatever the reason for your
actions, it makes it impossible

for you to remain in this
unit. Do you understand?

All I can do for you, given your record
and excellent reviews from your superiors

is to help you avoid a disciplinary board
hearing and the accompanying suspension.

Transfer to a department
with less confrontation.

It will help you
reduce your exposure.

The 93 in Bobigny is understaffed.
They’ll welcome you with open arms.

Bobigny?

Yes, Bobigny. I’m sorry.

What the hell possessed you to
engage in that underground shit show?

What’re you after?

Punishing all the suburban scumbags
who have it in for cops, is that it?

Your mother’s already
lost a son, Antoine.

Do you really think she can
stand to lose the other?

The director over at
Bobigny owes me one.

I’ll ask him to disregard that
bitch's stupid recommendation

and put you in
Anti-Crime instead.

At least you can do
what you’re good at.

Unless you agree with
her idiotic suggestion?

You lay low for a few years then come back
here where you belong, I guarantee it.

I know what you're thinking.

Cops get screwed.

Criminals go free as birds.

The world is upside down.

I’ll see ya.

Keep your head up, yeah?

We heard about it.

Let’s go have a drink.

- Not today. Don’t worry about it, Sami.
- Hey… Hold on.

- What’s that say? Five to?
- Yeah.

So you’re under my command
for five more minutes.

We’re going.

Everyone’s at the bar.

Let’s go.

Hook me up!

Come on, come on.

Cheers!

- Another one, another one.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!

The guest of honor
just walked in!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Hey, man.

- We need to get this man some drinks.
- He made it!

- You'll always be my friend.
- You want a beer?

- Whatever you're having.
- Bartender, get this man a beer.

You all right?

Here! Here!

Antoine! Antoine!
Antoine! Antoine!

♪ It’s all for one,
And one for all ♪

♪ We’ll see you here real soon ♪

♪ It’s not goodbye,
it’s see you ’round ♪

♪ ’Cause the next
one is on you ♪

Thanks, guys.

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

The fight you told me
about, is it still on?

Get up, asshole!

Destroy that son of a bitch!

- Fuck him up! Fuck him up!
- Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Fucking pig! Kill
that motherfucker!

Trash this fucker’s
ass! Trash his ass!

Let’s go! School this asshole!

Finish him! Come on!

Finish him! Come on!

Where is he?

With the doctor.
They’re fixing him up.

Do we know how bad it is?

He took a serious beating.

This guy brought him
in then called us.

He set up a fight for Antoine
against some gang runner

who really wanted to
take one of us on.

It didn’t go like he thought.

Like he thought?

Antoine let the guy
beat him half to death.

Richard, did you get an
official statement yet?

Not yet, Boss.

Okay. Listen up.

You get all the numbers you
need, and you find the asshole

who wanted to destroy one of our
own, and all the fuckin’ witnesses.

I don’t want word of
this mess getting out.

- Understood.
- I’ll take care of this guy.

Hanna, I’d rather you stay
and keep an eye on Antoine.

Okay.

Antoine!

Antoine!

Fucking talk to me!

What’s wrong with you?

6 MONTHS LATER…

By the way, I’m sick
of you ghosting me.

I try to ignore my phone
most of the time these days.

You piss someone off?

I’m a cop, what do you think?

- Just pour me another one, Sasha.
- Fine. Give me a second.

- Double?
- Yeah, please.

- You want one, Walid?
- No, thanks. I’m calling it a night.

I haven’t seen Richard in a
while. Is he coming tonight?

No, not tonight.

- Can I get two mojitos, please?
- Yeah. Coming right up.

I’ll take your card.

There you go.

Sasha?

- Hit me.
- Can I get a rum and coke?

Shit, you really drank that one.

Last one, okay.

- Vinny, we got work tomorrow.
- I don’t give a shit, Walid.

- A vodka tonic.
- Vinny…

- We’ve always survived, haven’t we?
- Don’t bullshit me, man.

Hey… It’s gonna be fine.

Trust me, okay?

Come on, I’ll give you a
ride home. You’ve had enough.

I don’t wanna
leave! You go ahead.

And you can keep sucking Sami’s
dick if you want, but I’m out.

Just fucking go
home, man. Get lost!

Get your card ready.
I’ll just be a second.

- Can I get some ice, please?
- Sure!

What was that, Vinny?
What’s the matter with you?

Talk to me.

It’s nothing. Hit me.

No, I’m cuttin' you off.

Thanks for coming.
Get home safe.

Antoine Cerda. Leave a message.

Hey, Antoine, it’s me.

Yeah…

Sorry to call you so late, man.

But it’s important,
and we need to talk.

We fucked up royally and uh, I
can’t explain over the phone...

Yeah?

Antoine, it’s Sami.

Someone killed Vinny last night.

I thought, um…

I thought you’d rather
not hear on the news.

How'd it happen?

Some asshole was waiting for him.
Shot him through his car window.

We’ve got everybody
working on it.

If you wanna come
to the funeral…

you know where to find us.

Bye.

Hey, Antoine, it’s me.

Yeah…

Sorry to call you so late, man.

But it’s important,
and we need to talk.

We fucked up royally and uh, I
can’t explain over the phone...

BOBIGNY POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Hey, Titus.

Your old team took a hit.

Yeah, Vinny and I
worked together.

You were pretty close?

We were all close.

Hmm.

Asshole’s got balls.

Murdering a cop like that.

Cold-blooded shit, man.

Do you think it was work-related?
Some kind of payback?

- Revenge?
- I have no idea.

Antoine!

There’s a woman asking for you.

She says it’s really urgent.

Do I know her?

She says you do.

Says her last name is Esteves.

- Meet you two in the car, okay?
- Sure.

Sofia?

Richard’s disappeared, Antoine.

Disappeared from where?

I took him to get checked in to
the Barbanes Clinic last month.

I got a call from the woman
in charge eight days ago.

She said they looked everywhere,
but Richard was gone.

After what happened to Vinny, I’m
really scared something’s wrong.

Why was he at the Barbanes?

After your transfer,

the mood was really different.

Hanna left for Narcotics.

Sami started keeping
things to himself.

Vinny started going out all
the time after his divorce and…

Richard got lost in all that.

I haven’t heard from him
at all in over a week now.

- Did you file a missing person's?
- Soon as I could.

I went to the station
with his picture.

They basically said
they’d put it in his file.

There’s something not
right going on here.

It doesn’t make sense.

Three officers from the Crime Squad
came to my house this morning.

They were asking all sorts
of things about Richard.

They searched every inch of my house. I
don’t know what they were looking for,

but they found nothing and
they left with no explanation.

Did they give you their names?

Only one of them.

She gave me her card and said to call
her if I heard from him or he came home.

Cécile Wagner.

Just got promoted.

What did Sami say?

Have you talked to him?

All of my calls go
straight to voicemail.

Okay.

I’m gonna make a
few calls. Okay?

But no promises.

Here.

I gotta go, but hang in there.

Central to TNZ.

We have a dead body

on an empty lot in the Abreuvoir
area. Apparently one of ours.

There’s a unit
already on the scene.

On our way.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Thanks for coming so fast.

You called the Crime unit?

Yes, but they had some trouble with
their rides. They’re running a bit late.

- How’d he die?
- Shot in the head.

Apparently, one of the workers
found him on his way to work.

BARBANES CLINIC NATIONAL
ASSOCIATION FOR POLICE WELFARE

We'll talk more later.

Captain Cerda?

Dr. Claire Budzinski.

I oversee the clinic’s
Psychiatric Department.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

Evening, Doctor.

Richard Esteves was my patient. And
unfortunately, that means I won't be

able to divulge any medical information
as it’s highly confidential.

- I swore an oath to protect my patients.
- Of course.

But since your patient managed to escape
the department that you currently oversee,

I think a little flexibility
is in order. Huh?

What was Richard
here for, Doctor?

We refer to it as Sérieux-Capgras
Interpretation Delusion.

A form of paranoia,
if you prefer.

I assume the local police
searched his room already?

Actually, it wasn’t
the local police.

It was your colleagues
from the Crime Squad.

Did they find anything?

Richard didn’t come
here with anything

but a change of clothes and a
few toiletries. This is his room.

Did he spend time with
anyone else? Besides you?

Not much, no.

The only person I saw him
speak to once in a while

was the gentleman with the room
next to his, Victor Garnier.

Is he around? I’d
like to see him.

Mr. Garnier always sits on the bench
near the river around this time.

And why is he here?

He lost his wife and
daughter in a car accident.

He was driving them home.

Victor Garnier?

Who the hell are you?

A friend of Richard Esteves.

Can we talk?

I got nothing else besides
what I told the Crime idiots.

You got a name or what?

Antoine Cerda.

Anti-Crime at the 93.

But I worked with
Richard before that.

Right, you got
transferred. I know that.

He told me what happened.

What do you wanna know?

What else he might’ve said.

Apparently, you’re the
only person he talked to.

Wouldn't say talked.

Richard…

He was lost.

He babbled all sorts
of crazy shit to me.

I just sat there and listened.

What kind of shit?

Paranoid shit.

He had this thing about how
he’d accidentally pissed off

a powerful drug lord.

That the guy was part of
some international crime ring

that was coming after
him and his whole family.

That the buffoons in charge had
thrown his entire unit to the wolves

after he and his team botched
an off-the-books mission

that was supposed to stay under
wraps for the usual reasons.

All sorts of paranoid bullshit.

This place was just a
high-security hideout for him.

I’m curious about the mission.
Did he tell you anything else?

No.

He just said they’d all made a big mistake
and that it was gonna cost them dearly.

Who are “they"?

Oh. That's anybody’s guess.

I’m not a psychic.

You can ask him when
you track him down.

But I wouldn’t count on it.

You ask me,

he’s tying a noose around his
neck, or maybe shoving the barrel

of his gun down his throat,
ready to pull the trigger.

That’s what they
all end up doing.

The drug dealer with the
international crime ring…

Did he say who it was?

No, all he said was that
it was a powerful network.

And that if it ever got out, it’d
blow everyone out of the water.

Any idea where he might’ve gone?

An address or…

anything that could help me?

Help you what?

I told you your
friend was crazy.

Nothing like the old
Richard I used to know.

What do you mean?

I was his team leader 15 years ago
when he started at Judicial Police HQ.

We spent five years
busting our asses together

before he moved to Anti-Gang.

Would you have a cigarette?

I don’t smoke, sorry.

The new generation of cops.

You don’t drink,
you don’t smoke.

Pff.

You get laid I hope?

He really respected you.

It pissed him off what they did.

He really thought
they screwed you.

You want some advice?

Wherever he is, leave him be.

And why do you say that?

Because…

If any part of what he said is
true, you’ll either end up here

or six feet under and there
won’t be anyone to turn to.

You wanna help?

This will probably
get you in deep shit,

but take this and
call the number on it.

Richard left me that and said to
call if he got in serious trouble.

I didn’t tell those assholes I had
that, so do what you want with it.

I sure hope he wasn’t
wrong about you.

Me too.

Good luck.

- What the hell, Antoine!
- I need to talk to you.

What’s there to talk about?

You’ve got some nerve, you know that?
I haven’t heard from you in six months.

You didn’t even come
to the funerals.

You deserved better, I know.

Especially you.

I’m glad to hear it.
I agree with you.

What’re you here for?

I actually need a favor.

Hmm.

Are you still friends
with that girl in records?

Yeah, why?

Because I got a number from
a guy at the Barbanes Clinic.

I’ve called a bunch of
times, but there’s no answer.

- I just need to know whose it is.
- The Barbanes?

Yeah, Richard had been
there for a month.

There was this one guy he talked
to and he gave him a number

and said to call it if
something happened to him.

That’s the number
I’ve been calling.

Hanna, I don’t know what you
guys got up to with the team,

but it’s some really bad shit.

I transferred to
Narcotics when you left.

- Why don’t you go to Sami?
- He’s not returning my calls either.

Too bad.

I’m not gonna drop it,
even if Balestra told me

it was ancient history and
I should stay out of it.

The pieces don’t add
up. I don’t get it.

But there’s a lot of people
digging into whatever this is.

Like who?

Besides Wagner and her
squad, I’m not sure.

You don’t think
they’re involved?

Are you saying they’re
the ones behind this?

That’s bullshit.

Run this number for me please?

Help me out and I won’t
bug you anymore, I promise.

You’re a pain.

Thanks.

Did he ever mention any names
from cases he was working on?

Did he tell you or talk
about it in front of you?

You know Richard, he
didn’t bring his work home.

You don’t need to
protect him, okay?

He went into hiding because
he’s caught up in something bad.

What makes you think that?

When the Crime Squad
showed up here,

what were they after?

I don’t know.

Did you notice anything
different about him?

In his behavior or his routine?

Did you guys start having
more spending money maybe?

Did he start bringing home cash?

Did his spending take off?

No.

Except maybe on alcohol.

And I found some
coke in his pockets.

Okay.

Well…

if ever you think of something,
a name, an address, whatever,

even if it seems like nothing,

call me using this
cell phone. Okay?

Don’t use your phone, ’cause
I’m sure they’re listening.

If there’s anything
I can do for you…

just let me know. Hmm?

I will.

Do you think he’s
still alive though?

I don’t know, Sofia.

I really don’t know.

Glad we caught you.

I’m with Crime.

Mrs. Wagner would like
to talk to you a minute.

Sure.

Captain Cerda,

I’ll be very frank. We’re
handling the situation.

I’m well aware that you and
Richard Esteves were friends.

That you worked
together for years.

I understand that you wanna
help. And I respect it.

But I need you to cease all
activities regarding his situation.

And go back to focusing
on your actual job.

Which is to maintain order and
ensure the safety of our citizens.

Richard and I are close.

Sofia’s worried and I’m
just trying to help.

You’re helping?

Your close friend with
whom you haven’t spoken

since you left the
Anti-Gang unit, is that it?

Close that way?

You need to step aside.

We’ll handle any concerns
the wife has for your friend.

You mind your own business and
there won’t be any repercussions.

Think about your
future, Captain.

It would be quite a waste for you to
squander your talent as a mall cop.

So is that a threat?

No.

When you don’t listen, you
don’t stay in the game.

I enjoyed this little chat,
but I’ve got a meeting.

Hey.

I got what you wanted.

Great, go ahead.

Not on the phone. Meet
me at the Bastion.

The number belongs to an escort.

Kristina Dankeva.

Her address is over near
the Bir-Hakeim bridge.

She has drug possession and
trafficking on her record.

Did you know?

Did I know what?

Did you know he was
seeing this girl?

No. Of course I didn’t.

I transferred out when the rest of
the team started fucking around.

- I wanted no part of it.
- Part of what?

When you left, Sami had
a chip on his shoulder.

He thought they screwed you.

He became super aggressive

and he dragged the others
into dangerous shit.

What shit?

Does SIT sound familiar?

Yeah, it’s the Special
Investigation Team.

They shut it down two years ago.
What’s it got to do with Sami?

They reinstated it right
after your transfer,

and they made it clear to Sami
they expected him to run it.

“They” being the assholes
who fucked you over.

And the rest of the team
went along too then?

You know Sami’s
impossible to resist.

Plus the hazard pay was huge.

They didn’t need
much more convincing.

You did.

They never even talked to me about
it. I had already left the team.

Who else knows
about the SI team?

Not too many people.
It stayed under wraps.

But someone told you.

I ran into Richard at
the Rex Club one night.

He was completely wasted
and he let it slip.

But all he said was that
they’d gotten sloppy on an op

and it was gonna cost
them. I didn’t get details.

What’re you doing
with the escort?

Well, I figure I'd just drop in and
see if she can tell me anything.

Honestly, I think
you should forget it.

Go see Wagner. She’s
heading the investigation.

She came to see me
and made it clear

she would ruin my career
if I didn’t drop it.

You’re a fucking trouble magnet.

It’s in your DNA.

This is all I have.

Thanks for doing this.

Doing what?

Everything.

Hmm.

You’re pissed, huh?

Six and a half months of nothing. Pretty
much any girl would be pissed off.

I deserve better.

I couldn’t deal with being
sent back to square one really.

We never doubted you.

There was no judgment.

Yeah, well uh…

I disappointed you.

Did I say that?

I made it clear to you that I
didn’t care where you worked.

It wouldn’t matter if you
spent your days at a desk.

Which you’d know if
you heard my messages.

I did.

Multiple times and I…

And you what? Erased them?

Did you erase them?

I have to go.

“I want others to know that I
found my way through the chaos."

"And that through the
suffering, I was reborn.”

Who’s that from?

Dan Fante.

Is it true?

That’s why I got it.

And you get some credit.

Do you…

still fight for Marcus?

Why do you do it?

I learned to fight
because of my dad.

He liked to beat
me and my brother.

But my mom was his
favorite target.

One night he was really bad.

Drunker than ever…

He started punching her…

hard.

I thought he was gonna kill her.

I lost my mind and
knocked him out.

After that, I never went back.

I was only 17.

He refused to ever see me again.

Your mom stayed with him anyway?

Of course, she had no one else.

Because we lost my brother in
an accident six months later.

How come you never
told me any of this?

I don’t know.

I needed some time.

I love you.

I really need to go.

I’ll be right back.

Kristina, it’s the police.

What do you want?

I need to talk to
you about Richard.

Can I come in?

I only let clients in here.

It’s important.

When was the last
time you saw him?

I don’t know.

I know that you
guys are in touch.

If you know where he is,
tell me. He’s in danger.

And so are you.

Hey, listen. I just
wanna help a friend.

I need to find him
before others do.

I don’t know where he is.

He came by last week and I
haven’t heard from him since.

Did he say why he was hiding?

No.

But he said he was
in big trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The bad kind.

How did you two meet?

He saw my ad online.

- What’re you doing?
- Your code?

My partners are outside. We can turn the
place upside down. Just give me the code.

Three-nine-four-seven.

Three… Fuck me.
Three-four-nine-seven. I forget.

Shit.

You have his number in here?

It’s not any good.
It’s out of service.

- How do you call him?
- I wait for his call.

- Where’s he call from?
- It’s a burner, always different.

Where was this?

The Rex Club.

Who are the other women?

Work friends.

Their names?

No idea.

You’re not helping much.

I don’t pay too much attention.

I focus on the client.

Do you know these guys?

No. That’s the first
time I saw them.

Do you mind?

Here.

If Richard gets in touch with
you, call me on this number, okay?

It might just keep him alive.

He’s supposed to call
soon to fix a meet-up.

Give me five grand.

I’ll give you the info.

Hi, this is Hanna.
Leave me a message.

Yeah, hi. Sorry I missed you.

Uh, I just sent you a picture. I
need you to identify the women in it.

And the guy next to
Mahmoudi, please.

Thanks.

You really need to
drop this thing.

The further you go, the
more shit you’ll attract.

Yeah, I’ve been told already.

Hey, relax.

It’s handled.

We’re good. It’s
just you and me.

Yeah, you’re right.
I should do that.

Relax.

Where’re we going?

A place in Saint-Mandé.

It was last minute. The
next one’ll be better, okay?

You still haven’t explained
why I can’t go home.

- Tell me why I can’t go see my wife?
- Don’t fucking start!

It’s that hooker’s fault!

If she’d kept her mouth shut, we
wouldn’t be here. Fuckin’ bitch!

Who the fuck went
to question her?

Antoine. He’s been
looking for you.

I don’t understand.

Why would he be involved in this?
He’s got nothing to do with it.

No idea. Ask him next
time you see him.

Listen, Richard.
This is important.

You don’t leave this place
until I say it’s okay. Hey!

I mean it!

Just sit tight ’til
I sort this out.

They’re closing
in. I can feel it.

We’re fucked.

SEARCH AND INTERVENTION
SQUAD PARIS

What’re you doing here?

We need to talk, Sami.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

You want your old job back?

There’s two spots open.

Three if you count Richard.

Right now, he’s
still on the payroll.

I know somebody fucked up.

Fucked up what?

Two members of your team get shot
and a third one’s gone missing.

- I’m not an idiot.
- There’s an investigation going on.

- Talk to the ones running it...
- Can you stop with the bullshit?

A guy like Richard doesn’t
get paranoid overnight.

But he did go over the edge.

And you have to know
what pushed him.

Do you know how many cops
kill themselves each year?

Hmm?

Over one per week.

And it doesn’t mean
they’ve gone corrupt

or been driven over the
fuckin’ edge, as you say.

You know why they check out?

Because they’re depressed.

'Cause they’re sick of being
treated like a piece of shit

by those they’re supposed to
protect. That’s why they do it.

Your buddy Richard was
no exception, Antoine.

Where the hell were you
when he started to lose it?

Hmm? When he started checking
his office every morning.

Making sure there were no
bugs or other shit like that.

He changed his phone every week. He
thought people were following him.

And he started to
become dangerous.

You abandoned him.

But I stood by him.

- I’m the one who sent him to the clinic...
- You can’t fool me with this shit.

Richard's one of the
toughest guys I know.

So whatever the hell
made him run, it was big.

That’s what you think?

Everybody cracks.

I know you’re lying, Sami, because
I’ve heard the rumors going around.

Advice from an old friend?

They’re just rumors. So
stay the fuck out of it.

So I shouldn’t ask
what you were doing

with Mahmoudi and these
escorts at the club?

That’d be best.

How about the SI team?

It’s defunct.

It’s about to be.

Give my regards to Hanna.

You got back together.

So rumor has it.

Don’t bring her into this, Sami.

- Hello?
- Richard just called.

I’ve got the time and place.

You have the cash?

Yeah, I’ll have the cash.

Clignancourt Parking,
top floor, 11 p.m.

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

Good, thanks.

BASEMENT GYM, EVIDENCE,
LOCKER ROOM, PARKING

EVIDENCE ROOM FOR
DEPARTMENTAL USE ONLY

Five grand?

It’s all here.

- Where is he?
- Your friend’s on his way. Hand it over.

I don’t think so.

You only get it when I
see Richard. Understood?

I’m not sticking around.
I did what you asked.

I really wish you’d
taken my advice, Captain.

It would have saved us from
enforcing a mandatory suspension

and other disciplinary measures

that we have no choice
but to put into action.

Besides the fact that the young
escort died because of you.

Unfortunately, she’ll be quickly
forgotten. But to make matters worse,

she was our only means of
contacting Richard Esteves.

Besides the ammunition from your
gun, the slugs we found at the scene

are an exact ballistics match for those
we found to have caused the deaths

of Vinny Segura
and Walid Jabrane.

The forensic report confirms
that the slugs recovered

all came from the same weapon.

A police-issue SIG
Sauer 9 mm SP2022.

Which my weapons database shows
is registered to an officer named…

Richard Esteves.

He would never kill a fellow
cop. This doesn’t make any sense.

Doesn’t it, though?

Fifteen years in this
job has taught me

that human nature makes no
sense when it comes to crime.

Tell me how you found out your
friend was linked to that escort,

Kristina Dankeva.

I got her number from a guy Richard
met while he was in treatment.

Really?

Yes.

And you thought best not
to share that with us?

Too bad.

Your decision not only
compromised our investigation,

it ultimately killed that girl.

Do you have other information that
we might not be privy to, Captain?

What am I supposed to know
that you don’t already?

Don’t be a smart ass, Antoine.

If you’re not looking
at time in prison,

it’s only because we don’t want to
unleash the scandal of the century.

A cop killer in the ranks?

Besides the damage
to the community,

imagine the fuckin’
field day for the press.

The prefect and the DA are
willing to sweep your involvement

in last night’s
disaster under the rug.

But they insist on a suspension.

We don’t know for
how long yet. I mean…

for as long as it takes to stop Richard
and let the story die down on its own.

It’s effective immediately.

So please hand over your
weapon and your badge.

I’m sure you understand that you need
to remain discreet about all this.

Just like we’re doing

regarding the significant amount
of cash you borrowed from evidence.

And that we expect you
to return, of course.

I’m sorry, Antoine.

- What’d you get?
- Fuckin' suspension.

- For how long?
- TBD.

However long it takes for them to make
some shit up to cover their asses.

Assholes.

What’re you gonna do?

I'm gonna try and find Richard
before anyone else does.

You have a death wish? These
people stop at nothing.

If I were in your shoes,
I’d head out to the country.

Keep my head way down. Why
can’t you just let it drop, man?

Because he’s my friend.

Take care.

You be careful out there.

Tell Zoe that too.

A vodka, no ice, please.

- No ice?
- Right.

Want a twist?

- No, just straight.
- Okay.

- I poured it tall.
- Thanks.

Is your boss around?

- Is my boss around?
- Yeah.

You’re talking to her.

What do you want?

I was in the Anti-Gang unit.

I was friends with Vinny Segura.

I told the other hundred cops
who came here everything I know.

Why don’t you go talk to them?

I’ve got a business to run.

The guy with the mustache,
next to Vinny, who is he?

You ever heard of harassment?

Don’t make me bounce your
ass outta here, okay?

Down your drink, hit the
dance floor, get lost.

Fuck one of the hookers,
but don’t stay here. Got it?

I mean it.

Can I ask you to look
at something for me?

Come on, leave her alone. Fuck.

I’m just asking her a
question. Take it easy.

Fucking cops, I’m
sick of this shit.

I told you, okay?
I don’t who it is!

Get lost!

Hey.

I got the name of the
guy next to Mahmoudi.

His name’s Serge Oswald.

Associated with organized
crime, a record a mile long…

I put together a file with all the
information I could find. You want it now?

- Can you meet at my place in an hour?
- Sure.

Did you find anything
else on Mahmoudi?

Still nothing, no address,
contacts or numbers.

I talked to my contacts at Interpol,
they said he’s out of the country.

Got it. See you soon.

Where’re you going, asshole?

Get in, get in, get in!

Let’s go!

On your knees.

I said on your knees!

We’ve met before.

Hmm?

The motorcycle chase, right?

That was you.

Antoine…

You’re looking
for me? Here I am.

What do you want?

Richard Esteves.

Can you be more specific?

Is he still alive or did
you put a bullet in him too?

What do you mean?

I saw a picture of you with Sami
Belkaïm and Richard Esteves at the Rex.

And?

They’ve been tailing you for two
years, why were you together?

That’s not your concern.

Why’d you kill my friends?

I didn’t. That’s number one.

Two, I don’t know and don’t
care where Esteves is.

And three, stop breaking everyone’s
balls with your bullshit theories.

I just wanna know what happened.

D’you search him?

Antoine Cerda.

Now I have your family name.

And your address.

So listen carefully.

Forget me.

If you don’t want me showing
up and breaking all your limbs.

Is that clear?

Hmm?

Where the hell are you?
I’ve been waiting an hour.

Call me when you get this.

I’m heading back to the station.
Something came up on a case.

I left the file in your mailbox.

I don’t like this.

Just let me know if
everything’s okay, please.

Well, I hope you know
a good moving company.

And that you like
the quiet life.

Because if we don’t get this
mess figured out in two days,

we’re all in the same
career-ending boat.

That probably requires
collaboration among departments.

Internal’s dragging their feet,

cops cover each other's asses, and
the Crime Unit won’t share a thing.

That’s the nature of the
game. What do you expect?

Mmm.

You have a suggestion?

Cerda.

A loose cannon, but efficient.

- Efficient?
- Mmm.

And dangerous.

That’s what you put in your report when
you forced him to another department.

Your loose cannon was found

in the middle of an industrial
lot in Argenteuil last night.

Hands tied behind his back
and signs of a good beating.

Anti-Crime just happened
to be on patrol there.

As you might expect, he’s
refusing to press charges.

Or say anything or see a doctor.

The only thing we know is
that witnesses saw him forced

into a van outside the club where Vinny
Segura was the night he was killed.

According to statements,
there were at least two guys

who took off with him in a black van.
The plates were apparently German.

And that’s all we got.

So I hit the nail on the head.

Because it shows
he touched a nerve,

and they sent a message,
which means he’s close.

Why don’t you just
lift his suspension?

Personnel changes like
that go through Nabavian.

That asshole decides.

And he’s the one shitting
bricks since the beginning.

Why is that?

Even if we manage to
get this under control,

a whole lot will be kept secret.

And I’m not so sure Antoine’s
willing to bury more skeletons.

Which is why he was
suspended, of course.

And you?

- What?
- Skeletons?

I’ve been doing
this a long time.

I learned the rules.

I received the report from Forensics,
and there’s no doubt about it.

It’s the same assailant.

Well, it’s the same weapon, sure, but
we don’t know who pulled the trigger.

Well, two of my teams
from the Bastion

have been specially
mandated as of this morning

to search the Anti-Gang
offices from top to bottom.

They’ll run point on the investigation.
So you’re no longer involved.

Are you serious?

As serious as the Prefect
and the Prosecutor’s office.

Look, I’m really sorry.
My hands are tied.

I’m still not understanding.

It means we find other cases
that need our attention

and let the Crime
Unit get dirty.

I did manage to get authorization
to raid the Rex Nightclub tonight

to talk to staff and patrons.

Hopefully we can get hold of the
girl that talked to Captain Cerda.

I think it all started
in that fucking club.

Mmm.

Does anyone know what he was
doing there? Did he tell you?

I’m pretty sure an officer
who’s suspended from active duty

can drink wherever he wants.

Hmm?

A valiant effort to protect
your troops, Director,

which is likely to sink
the ship with you in it.

You are aware of that, right?

I’ll see you.

I’m really sorry, Antoine.

There’s no way Richard
would have done this to her.

Can we talk?

I don't know.

I thought you only talked to people
when you were about to give ’em shit.

I acknowledge your methods don’t
always fall within the guidelines.

I disagree with some of your actions, but
I never said you weren’t a good cop...

Save the speech. It won’t help
anything. What do you want?

I might have some information

that would help your investigation
concerning Richard Esteves.

Yeah, well, it's
too late for that.

Find someone on active
duty who gives a shit.

Your former colleague is
being made the scapegoat

for some serious
crimes, and you know it.

I’m not a shrink, but in my experience,
cops don’t run away from the clinic,

for the sole purpose of executing
their friends and colleagues.

Who did it then?

We don’t know.

We’ve been running surveillance on
a team put together by Sami Belkaïm

for a few months now.

There were rumors that they were
engaged in illegal activities

under the orders of the Ministry of
Interior and high-level officials.

Belkaim and his team worked on a
drug-trafficking case with Narcotics.

The organization is based in Gennevilliers
and run by a guy named Karim.

We haven’t been able
to identify him yet…

but we do have a phone
conversation we intercepted

that happened after an
apparent delivery went south.

It involves Belkaïm.

This Karim guy called
Sami from a burner phone.

We can hear him saying that some of
his guys were ambushed in the night

and that his nephew, named
Ichem, had gone missing

and he wanted Sami’s help.

To find who was responsible.

And that phone call pretty much
coincides with Esteves getting paranoid.

And things went off the rails.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I’m pretty
sure you met Karim.

I’m coming to you to
help me neutralize him.

- Really?
- Hmm.

What good would that do me?

For one you can find out who
tried to kill your girlfriend.

If you were so suspicious
of Sami and his unit…

why didn’t you bring them in
to find out the truth? Huh?

It could’ve prevented two
murders and all this other shit.

We would've investigated earlier,
but we had explicit orders

not to interfere with any operations
involving the unit and Belkaïm.

Actually, we’ve just been
officially kicked off the case.

Wagner’s Crime Unit is
exclusively in charge now.

Why’s that?

National Interest.

We don’t kill cops for state
secrets. I don’t believe that.

Officers get killed for
less than that nowadays.

And management’ll take a dead cop over
a dirty one any day. You know that.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT

I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself
into, but you look pissed off as hell.

Reminds me of my old
man when he found out

my mom was fucking him over
with his very own brother.

He put a bullet into both of
them in the middle of dinner.

Then finished himself
off right after.

He forgot one thing, though.

My little brother and I
were still at the table.

Here.

She’s a beast.

Bring her back in the same
condition. That’s all I ask. Got it?

Here.

And the gun?

Beretta 92 with an extra magazine.
You’ll find it in the glove box.

Thanks, Marcus.

I owe you one.

Sure, kid.

Hey.

You watch your back, all right?

Earlier today, we were made aware
that a contingent of officers

from a special investigative unit was
sent to carry out a full-scale raid

at the former Judicial Police
headquarters at the 36th Precinct,

now the home of the prestigious
Research and Intervention Brigade,

commonly known as Anti-Gang.

In a dramatic turn of events, members
of the Anti-Gang unit are the ones

being put under the microscope
with their offices being searched

and members of the investigation
team asking serious questions.

According to our sources, this unusually
sweeping and aggressive approach

was brought about by
extenuating factors

related to the disappearance
of Detective Richard Esteves.

The murders of his colleagues Vinny
Segura and Major Walid Jabrane

and last night’s brutal attempt on
the life of their former colleague,

Hanna Levasseur, currently
in intensive care

recovering from multiple gunshot
wounds at a local hospital.

If the materials
seized during the raid

and the ensuing investigation carried out
by officers assigned to this intervention

should reveal or confirm that
agents operated beyond their duties

and outside the law as
part of the Anti-Gang unit

or for any other
police department,

I will not hesitate to use
the full extent of my power.

I will not allow a handful of
individuals to tarnish our proud history.

Piece of shit. Shut
your fucking mouth.

Jesus.

Did they search your
office, too, Sami?

They went through everyone’s stuff.
Vinny and Walid’s too. Those assholes…

Sorry, kids, I shouldn’t swear.

What are they looking
for? Do you even know?

I have no idea.

Paranoid’s the new normal.

Bureaucratic bullshit. Give ’em
your life, they fuck you over.

What does it have to do
with the killings and Hanna?

- What?
- They think one of you guys did it?

Shh.

I don’t know.

Brush your teeth before bed.

- Okay, Daddy.
- Up you go.

Good night, Daddy!

- Good night, Daddy!
- Sweet dreams.

I’ll read you a story.

I told you not to use this number.
What the fuck’s wrong with you?

See that asshole, Nabavian?

- Of course, it’s on every channel.
- I’m turning myself in. I’m done!

I’m telling them
everything, Sami.

It’s not our fault, for fuck’s
sake, it’s those bastards from SIT.

Shut up. Where are you? Where?

At home. To say
goodbye to Sofia.

I’m turning myself in
'cause I don’t wanna die.

Listen to me.

No one else is gonna die,
Richard, okay? No one’s gonna die.

You’re gonna tell
me what’s going on?

Why didn’t you stay at the
safe house like I told you?

Shut the door!

Hey! Answer me!

Why are you here?

You’re putting
everything at risk.

It’s over, Sami.

Grow a fucking pair, Richard!

I’m getting everything
straightened out. And now this?

It’s all good.

We’re almost there.

There’s one last thing I need to
do, and then we’re outta here.

Just like we planned
but you gotta trust me.

Hey. Hmm?

I can’t take it anymore, Sami.

Vinny and Walid are
dead because of us.

Hanna could be dying at that hospital
even though she wasn’t involved.

They know what we did.

What the fuck don’t
you understand?

If we don’t give them what they want,
they’ll come after our families.

You know that.

What’s he saying?

- Leave him alone, sweetheart.
- No, I want an answer.

What’d you do?

Nothing.

He’s stressed out.

Why do you have my gun, man?

Sami…

What’s going on?

I told you I was fixing it.

- Sami…
- Huh?

Yes. This is Officer Belkaïm.

I need to report two casualties
at the home of Captain…

Richard Esteves.

It looks like a…

a murder-suicide, unfortunately.

Call Balestra and…

Crime.

I’ll stay here.

Don’t you fuckin’ look at me.

Lower your eyes.

He said lower your eyes.

Not such a smart
ass now, are you?

Where’d you pick him up?

Outside a hooker’s place.

Stuck on that island
for three months.

Came back because he
was too fuckin’ horny.

Who told you where he was?

A kid in the building next door.

Did you enjoy your
little getaway?

Have a good time?

Tyson, right?

You know who I am?

Do you?

I’ll keep it simple then.

You can tell me exactly what happened
to my nephew three months ago,

and why you haven’t tried to
get in touch with us since then.

Or I make you suffer like
you never thought possible.

Go ahead. I’m listening,

Ichem and I were gonna pick up
a shipment of coke in Spain.

I know where you were going,
because it was my cash.

We drove at night to
avoid the patrols.

We stopped at a rest area
to piss and get a coffee.

I’m not pissing in a fucking
bottle. We’re making great time.

And then?

That’s when those
assholes ambushed us.

Ah!

Don’t move, asshole!

He said don’t move, motherfucker!
Pop the trunk. Do it!

They were all wearing
fucking Kevlar vests.

- Shoot this fucking thing!
- Ah!

Come on! Up!

So where were you?

- Pissing behind the bushes.
- And you didn’t help?

I was by myself with
no gun. It was useless.

It happened so fast, Karim.

Then what?

- His partner?
- Doesn’t matter, gotta go.

We can’t just leave that fucker!

- Sami!
- Shut up!

We said no names, damn it!

Let’s go before
anyone comes. Come on.

- Shit!
- Leave him! Come on!

- The body!
- Forget it!

We can’t forget it!

Keep going.

They took off with
him and all the cash.

Keep it open!

- Fuck.
- Come on! Hurry up.

We gotta move!

So they killed Ichem?

I think, yeah.

What’d you do after that?

I stayed hidden ’til morning.

And from there I
hitchhiked back here.

I took the first train to Portugal
and went straight to the island.

Why didn’t you come
straight to me, Tyson?

Those fuckers took two
million from us, Karim.

And Ichem wasn’t around to
explain everything to you.

So I panicked thinking you
might think that I betrayed you.

These assholes, can
you describe them?

They had masks. All I can say is that
they didn’t act like any thief I know.

What do you mean?

You know? With guys from the
neighborhood, it’s always a mess.

These guys acted like they
were used to working together.

You think they
could’ve been cops?

I don’t know.

Did you hear them?

I heard one use the name "Sami."

And he got really pissed
that he’d used his name.

I’m so sorry about Ichem, Karim.

We’ll give you a ride home.

Rachid, you stay here.
Keep an eye on things.

What do I do with this guy?

We’ll clean it up later.

MAHMOUDI KNOWS YOU DID
IT. HE'S COMING FOR YOU.

Do you need me to stick around?

I’ve got a bit of an emergency
at home and Vanessa needs me.

Shit. Nothing too serious?

No, it’s the baby. A fever.

I’d rather be there in case it
gets worse. She’s home alone.

You should go home.
We’ll handle it.

I’ll be expecting you to file a
complete report in the morning

on this situation.

- Right.
- Good.

Go home to your kids.

Thanks.

- Hello?
- Hey, Titus, it’s Antoine.

It’s getting messy.
I need your help.

Where are you?

I’ll send you the address.

You always greet your
guests with a gun, Sami?

The fuck are you
doing in my house?

We can’t be seen together.

- They raided the 36, didn’t you hear?
- No. Why don’t you fill us in?

- But put that thing on the ground first.
- Don’t give me orders.

- Who the fuck do you think you are?
- Do it.

No problem.

- See? It’s down.
- Use your foot to push it away.

Like they teach
you at the Academy.

- Satisfied?
- Yeah.

Don’t be scared, honey.
Everything will be fine.

We don’t know that.

Where’re my kids?

Back in their beds.

Saïd sang them a lullaby.

Karim.

You’re making a huge
mistake right now.

You gonna tell me
what’s going on?

My old boss is the one
behind all this shit.

And Mahmoudi wants his revenge.

This is Sami’s house?

Yeah, right over there.

Why didn’t you call
our actual boss?

Do you remember you’re
not supposed to be here?

And I shouldn’t be helping you.

You want your stripes, right?

I’m not a fan of
getting screwed over.

You fucked me like
a cheap whore.

Why don’t you start by telling me
what you did with my two million?

Karim.

This is all because
Richard lost his cool.

Okay? He got paranoid
and threatened to talk.

It wasn’t Richard! It was you!

- Tyson told me the whole story.
- I was just doing my job.

You call that a job?
Killing your team?

Fucking over your partners?
You son of a bitch!

It was an order! I swear to God!

I was just following orders!

We were just supposed to
steal the cash to start a war

between you and your competition!
Your nephew was an accident.

I swear on my children’s
lives, it was an accident!

You wanna see an accident?

Stay where you are!

Stay there!

- Shut the fuck up! Stay back!
- Let me go, you bastard!

Put it down, Sami.

Put it down, for fuck’s sake.

Don’t tell my kids about this.

Put it down, please.

We’ve got you covered.

Your suspension never happened.

And I gave you the order.

What happens next?

You go back to work as usual.

You’ll get an overdue promotion.

And a medal for bravery to boot.

Belkaïm’s record will be wiped
clean and he’ll buried with honors

and Mahmoudi takes the
fall for everything.

The fucking leader of a special
teams unit stealing from a drug lord…

who starts murdering his fellow cops
to get a bigger piece of the pie…

It might be a bit much for the
public to accept, don’t you think?

This is a good thing.
We have a culprit.

Karim Mahmoudi.

It’s cut and dried.

Sami and his team had been
on his tail for months.

And they dismantled one of
his drug-trafficking networks

during an operation that caused the
unfortunate death of his nephew.

Mahmoudi wanted revenge.

So he started going after everyone
responsible for that boy’s death,

one by one.

Until he ended up here.

Where you and your
partner, Titus La Chapelle,

tried to avoid a bloodbath.

Which, unfortunately,
didn’t go our way.

In spite of the courage you
both clearly demonstrated.

The bad guys are
still the bad guys.

And we come up
smelling like roses.

So our morals don’t count?

Morality begins where
a cop’s work ends.

Our decisions were
nothing personal.

I had to serve the interests of a
situation that was very complex.

Well above your pay grade.

Cerda…

I’m very sorry about all this.

What matters is that you
can get right back to work.

And that we managed to
wrap up this investigation,

and avoid a scandal for
our entire police force.

Hello?

Victor Garnier. You remember me?

You came to see me about
your buddy, Richard.

Come see me at the clinic.
I have something for you.

Richard knew a whole
lot more than he let on.

That’s why he was scared.

Mahmoudi was just a two-bit player
compared to what you’ve got there.

When did you get all this?

Came in this morning.

I assume he got it in the mail

before he went home to
off himself and his wife.

That’s not what really happened,
but I’ll tell you about that later.

So, who’s seen this?

Just the two of us.

I know I can’t trust the others.

What others?

The ones who screwed you, son.

What did you think?

They'd let you get involved in
this mess just for the hell of it?

What they did was wait until
you’d stirred this shit up good,

then splattered it around enough

before coming in like the
cavalry to save the day.

And blaming all of
it on your buddy.

But what they didn’t take into account was
that Richard actually played by the rules

and took a bunch of notes.

He also kept copies of the
directives they were given

regarding all the dirty work.

But it doesn’t explain why Belkaïm
started picking his friends off.

Two million.

He offered to split the
money amongst themselves,

and they all refused.

So Belkaïm decided
to turn up the heat

by getting them to think
Mahmoudi knew what they’d done.

That’s what really sent
Richard over the edge

and made him wanna
reveal everything.

He wasn’t so scared of him.

It’s the whole Mocro-Maffia
connection they dug up.

When Richard realized who
they were really up against,

that’s what triggered
his supposed paranoia.

And brought him here
to get some help.

So I guess…

he wasn’t talking
nonsense after all.

And what happened
to the two million?

He skipped over that part.

I suppose your SI buddies
could answer that.

They used you like
a goddam puppet.

And now that everybody’s dead,
there’s no one left to talk.

Unless you wanna make it your mission to
make sure this whole disaster goes public.

MOCROMAFIA

But I recommend you burn it right
here or use it to wipe your ass.

No one’s gonna
want to touch this.

ORGAN TRAFFICKERS

SIT

You’re on your own.

Go ahead.

You knew about the SI team?

Why didn’t you say anything?

Because my job didn’t allow it.

I have proof. Richard kept
very detailed records.

You were supposed to protect us.

Listen, Antoine. Come to my
office, I’ll explain in person.

This is about state secrets. There
are serious consequences here.

Don’t be stupid.

Too many of my friends
died because of you.

So, fuck you and
the consequences.

Cerda knows what went on.

Based on what, Balestra?

The ramblings of a cop suffering
from paranoia and depression?

Who blew his brains out
after killing his wife

when he escaped from
a psychiatric clinic?

No one’s going to
believe his delusions.

Especially since he’s
not here to share them.

Antoine says he has proof.

- What kind of proof?
- Personal records.

He says he has Richard’s detailed
records. The dates, times, places,

the code names of all the ops he was
involved with, with the SI program.

In my experience, a dead man’s
word is basically useless.

And as far as Captain Cerda,
you make him understand

that heroes don’t always
die on the field of battle.

Either he agrees to hand over
whatever Esteves gave to him

and forget everything
he saw in there,

or he goes the way of
his buddies and Belkaïm.

Nobody gives a shit about
a cemetery full of cops.

Have I made myself clear?

Good.

I need a wheelchair.

So when do they let
you out of here?

Why? Do you miss me already?

I think another week or so.

I just wanted you to know that…

I’ll be here.

There’s nothing to worry
about now. It’s done.

Tell me when I’m home.

Just don’t believe all the shit
you hear on television, all right?

No.

Never.

I love you, Hanna.

Well, it’s about time.

Hey Marcus. It’s Antoine.

Meet me in the garage. I’m
bringing your car back.

What’s that fuckin’ pig
doing in Marcus’ car?

Isn’t that the guy who
knocked you out in the fight?

What’s that
motherfucker doing here?

Let’s get him.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Being a police officer

is a noble profession.

It requires courage,

and selflessness.

And sometimes,

putting one’s own life at risk.

Antoine Cerda was killed
in the line of duty

doing the job he chose to do.

In the daily
heroism it required.

No words can truly express

the depth of sadness and
pain that we all feel.

Our hearts go out particularly
to Antoine’s mother.

And also to you, Hanna…

who showed great courage in helping
him with this difficult investigation

at great risk to your
own personal safety.

To Antoine’s fellow officers,

we know the immensity
of the sorrow you feel

losing such an
esteemed colleague

and for many, a friend.

Today, I would also like to
take a moment to remember

his recently departed longtime
friends and colleagues

also lost under these
recent tragic circumstances.

I stand here today on
behalf of our nation

to honor our esteemed
captain, Antoine Cerda.

In recognition of his
outstanding service

and in tribute to a glorious
career cut tragically short,

he is now awarded the rank
of Police Commissioner…

cited in the National Order.

And in a moment,

he will receive the insignia of
our nation’s Legion of Honor…

the Medal of Honor for
Courage and Devotion

and the Medal of Honor
of the National Police

Gold Standard.

Troops, on my command.

Attention!

IN MEMORY OF SARA HELMLINGER…

FOR JÉRÉMY, TITI, FÉLIX, MEHDI
AND MY FRIENDS AT S AND I…

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