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Lieutenant!

Answer me, dammit!

Leave it to me, sir. I'll get him.

Lieutenant, are you hit?

Lucie!

Shit!...

Drop it or I fire!

Go ahead!

Avoids me killing him.

Status update, Lieutenant!

If I fire, I may hit the hostage.

If I don't, he will.

Don't shoot!

I've no choice. I have to!

Don't mess up...!

Lucie!

Close the door.

Your career is toast, Lt Delambre. I shall crush you.

What is this crap? What happened?

4 days earlier

I like coming here.

I doubt that's why you dragged me here.

So what do we write on the postcard?

"From Marseille with love"

or something more personal?

It's about our department running smoothly.

Yes...

Borel.

What about him?

Let me guess:

our young intellectual is bent, right?

You caught him dealing candy at the school gates.

He's in love with me.

Sorry. It's my nerves.

It affects departmental discipline. He's not at his best

and I'm not at ease in his presence.

Conflicting feelings at work are counter-productive,

you're right. But did you sleep with him?

Not at all!

You can tell me.

You must have gone for it to arouse our rookie's testosterone.

I knew it.

I should never have told you. What a fool to think you could help!

No, I can help you. But I won't.

It's not every day we get a good laugh.

That's it. Forget it.

I'll manage on my own.

As usual.

How did he make his declaration? I bet it was with flowers.

Flowers won't work with you...

That's it.

I've had enough!

No more taboos! I'll have him!

I'll beat up someone disabled.

No... you wouldn't dare.

Oh yeah? I'm not a cop, let's sort this out,

man to man.

Stop!

Stop, I say!

Get out the way!

Stealing apples?

They've committed a murder.

You made us run!

Shit!

Not so funny now, eh?

I don't know what you've done,

but I hope it'll lock you up for a long time.

Come on, get up!

No comment!

I called central. We've a murder to deal with.

Borel will take them.

Cover up, no point in encouraging him.

I hate barbecues.

I prefer them in gardens.

The captain means the method

employed by a rogue called the "Roaster".

They burn the body to erase traces, very popular in Marseille.

Do you give night school lessons? Because...

No point in hanging around here.

Gentlemen... What happened?

The fire alerted us.

We found the victim in the boot,

but couldn't help him.

Where were our runners?

My colleague spotted them.

When I tried to save the victim, I saw them,

running away...

So we sprinted and... luckily you were here.

Two dockers, thank you.

One is Omar Latif, Algerian. Busted for procuring,

GBH, it's a long list.

This one's Jean-Loup Lambert, says he's called Wolf.

Problem is, his papers are fake. No trace anywhere.

"Pretty Docker" is a ghost. Good hunting, Lieutenant.

I hear you were wonderful, efficient, cold-blooded, fast...

...And also wet!

Diving in.

You should have seen her, it was heart-warming.

Well, well... We meet again.

It's like we're already close.

Wolf, I hear.

As you have no real identity, we nicknamed you Pretty Docker.

- Your idea? - My boss's.

I'd have gone for Docker Killer.

I prefer Wolf.

And the guy who burned?

Do the work.

Check the registration, sweetheart.

Hey! Show some respect when you talk to me!

Dominatrix?

I'll play as long as we switch roles later.

You're in deep shit.

We killed nobody.

So why run? Training for the triathlon?

We got off on the wrong foot.

Yeah, you're right there...

So let's take it from the top:

name, details of the crime!

Stand there!

Did I tell you to sit? No.

Who was the victim?

I don't know.

We saw the fire and thought we shouldn't hang around.

Your story doesn't hold water.

Are you going to change it now or later?

OK... I've already been in prison,

but I'm clean now. We were chatting,

saw the fire. It looked bad, we ran.

I knew security would blame us.

They probably lit the fire anyway.

Maybe... Yeah, it's possible.

And you're an angel.

I haven't always been. But I'm clean.

And you've known your mate ages?

Wolf? Three months. We're dockers.

Did you know his name isn't Wolf?

Who's called Wolf?

It isn't a name.

Since you barely know him, you could blame him,

say he started the fire. That'd suit us.

He did nothing, same as me.

Could you come?

I'll be right back.

Can I sit down?

Can I get up? No. Each to his own, then.

You seem to know us well.

What've you been nicked for? Theft? Drugs?

Pimping?

Name!

You're really sexy with those big eyes.

I like to know who I'm dealing with.

I don't think so.

You'd like a stranger to take you against a wall.

I bet if we daubed your fingers in ink

and dabbed your mouth with a Q-tip,

we'd know your name.

- You do have perverse ideas. - Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant.

Let him go.

Why?

Do it.

Obey, Lieutenant.

You can see it stinks of hierarchy.

More oil here than in granny's kitchen.

Commander Vivienne heads up a Vice Squad unit.

Ooh... Vice Squad.

And who's Pretty Docker?

Let me guess: a prostitute informer?

Not bad.

Or James Bond waltzing round the docks with a licence to kill.

Sergeant Wolf, Vice Squad.

You've compromised 3 months' infiltration.

So you're releasing me?

Time to switch roles, then.

- Did you remember the spicy sauce? - I always carry some.

Good timing.

How can you eat that?

I like it hot. Fancy some?

Now we're colleagues, and all.

What were you doing in the parking lot?

Omar Latif is a docker.

We were talking, we heard a car leave the parking

at speed.

Just after, bang, the other car caught fire.

What make was the other car? What colour?

Concentrate, I won't repeat myself 10 times.

I said heard, not saw.

Sorry.

We soon suspected a barbecue,

and as we didn't want to be involved, we ran when security showed up.

Good. Release my man and leave him out of your investigation.

I don't want to see your cops on the docks

blowing his cover.

What are you working on?

Each to his own turf.

What if our cases are linked?

Come directly to me. Shall we go?

Wait a minute...

He's still suspected of murder.

So Pretty Docker will get bumped off, which suits us.

Statistically, two bodies gives us 20 times more chance of a result.

Release the other too.

Three bodies is spoiling us.

They're right.

I'm all for inter-unit cooperation.

We'll keep them till tomorrow morning.

That way, Wolf can carry on infiltrating in the cells.

I'll show you.

Why didn't you tell us right away?

Didn't want to spoil your fun.

Finished?

Yes, thanks.

So I can tie you up again.

With pleasure.

Lovely!

The boss has been nicked. I don't know what to do.

Only custody.

We just wait.

Have you fed them?

No. I didn't dare open it alone.

It fucking stinks in here. Close it up!

You must have had a torrid night.

I made a critical finding:

even in this state, he interests me more than you.

Oh, you're lying to yourself.

I feel the passion between us.

Your desire is like glowing coals.

You know why I prefer my corpses to you?

I'm dying to know.

They're silent.

Yet they tell me lots of things.

What does he tell you?

He was beaten for hours, tied to a chair.

There are traces of fists, iron bars.

The petrol and match must have been a deliverance.

Someone tried to get him to tell something.

But he kept his mouth shut.

Sorry I'm late.

Great timing.

We're done. Thanks to Dr Stunia's hot nights,

we've identified our burns victim.

Who?

Coming?

How's it going with Borel?

I warned you, this situation doesn't suit me.

You've done nothing to sort things out.

I'm looking for the vermin who killed Elias Gatt.

That's his name?

Docker, married, 2 children. 55, 7 of which spent in prison.

In cahoots with Marseille gangsters.

Did the barbecue live around here?

No, I sent Borel to search his place. We'll visit his protector,

Marc Stefano a.k.a. The Parisian.

Stefano? The mob boss?

Suspected gangster with no criminal record.

One of the last godfathers. Elias Gatt worked for him.

Stefano bumped him off?

We're on his turf now.

I advise you to shut up, listen,

and let me speak.

Gentlemen...

- Tell Stefano Fred wants a word. - Fred who?

And add: "You don't become a cop, you end up a cop."

"You don't become a cop, you end up a cop."

"It's not dishonourable."

"But doing dirty stuff makes you a dirty cop."

Philippe Noiret in Heads or Tails.

You always win that game.

That's later Audiard. I prefer his green period.

It's good to see you looking well, Stefano.

Me too, Fred.

Though I prefer you with legs.

"A walking fool outstrips a sitting intellectual."

Maurice Biraud, Taxi for Tobruk.

She your squeeze?

She works with me.

Doesn't stop her being fit.

You know how to screw a cop, miss?

Switch off the light, close your eyes and think of something else...

What brings you here?

Elias Gatt, barbecued in a car on the docks.

A bad business.

How do you know? He was only ID'd this morning.

He'd gone straight. He didn't work for me.

Honest guys don't end up roasted in a car.

- Did he work for someone else? - Not Elias.

He was pure, faithful to his wife, his kids,

and me.

They tried to make him talk.

He told me everything.

Maybe they were after you.

- Any new kids in town? - There always are.

They don't stay, I do.

Don't worry, Fred, we'll find those who killed him.

That's why I'm here, Stefano.

I'm the law.

This murder isn't your problem, it's mine.

Fucking cop,

telling me how to run my shop! - With respect,

if you strike back,

you'll trigger a war and become my enemy.

You're a straight guy.

You want me to lower my panties?

I'll give you a head start. Two days.

Then I loose my dogs.

What exactly was that routine?

It was like a gangster B-movie. That guy's a throwback!

I knew you'd find it instructive.

I didn't recognize you in there.

All the bowing and scraping and talk of respect...

All your Gabin-Delon posturing didn't get us anywhere.

But it's simple: the villains want Stefano's business.

Hang on, when did he say that?

Just now! You didn't listen.

My theory was Elias Gatt was killed to start a war.

By whom?

I don't know.

But I've just got 2 days to find out.

Since when do we need a villain's permission

to do our job?

And what is his business anyway?

Smuggling, gambling, fencing

and mainly prostitution.

All clean stuff, depending on your point of view.

We don't have the same idea of cleanliness.

So, where had we got to...?

Does Elias Gatt ring any bells?

He's the victim?

Surprising.

An ordinary docker. Stefano's disciple, right?

You boned up on your files.

Let's stop pussyfooting. Why did you infiltrate them?

I'm not allowed to say.

Listen, we played the lambs in front of your boss.

But you know how it works between wolves.

We like to play but not by the rules.

And everyone knows that we in CID have big mouths!

We say the wrong thing in front of Omar

about how you're a cop and it's: Sorry!

How silly!

And your cover is blown.

Nice little duet. You must rehearse often.

The guys on the docks aren't softies.

Oh, poor kitten!

You mean they're recruited?

If I were a new boss, it's where I'd go.

But who would that be? Give us a fucking lead!

I like it when you're angry.

Makes me want to take you in hand.

Spare us the S&M routine, Mr Macho Poseur.

Don't tell me women go for this?!

Has he won you over?

There's your answer.

Not in the slightest!

Let's return to your infiltration.

There are newbies running girls in Marseille.

I still don't know who.

So I keep my ears open till we can run a big operation.

You don't care about Elias Gatt?

One less villain.

The way I reckon it's one more: the guy who killed him.

Good luck finding him, then.

Fuck, they released you! That makes me feel better.

Hi there...

Not like that.

You're gagging for it.

You want to play, eh?

Rummaging in my things?

I like to know who I'm screwing.

A very revealing notebook.

OK, release me now.

No.

God knows why you're here. You're everything I hate.

You awaken things I'd rather slept.

Looks like we both love danger.

You went to see Stefano.

- How do you know? - Word gets around on the docks.

Beware, Lucie, Stefano is a rat.

Cain claims he's straight.

Only if you like scorpions as pets.

Elias Gatt wasn't that faithful.

You'll find more in his pockets.

- Or in his locker... - Why are you under cover?

They're bringing girls from Africa.

Profiting from their poverty.

They're piled up in containers, reduced to silence,

thinking Eldorado can be found in France...

You consented last night. No one asks their opinion.

You didn't ask for everything.

Should I have done?

Go on, get lost.

You disgust me.

You'll never make me believe you're a good guy.

Who said I wanted to?

When we get to Elias Gatt's, it's obvious: the pool, furniture,

the kids' hi-tech gadgets: a docker couldn't afford all that.

- Any suspicious account movements? - Nothing.

But we found a chest the widow was hiding.

50,000 euros in cash.

So Elias Gatt wasn't that ordinary.

He was. Elias Gatt was an underling.

He did a 7-year stretch to protect Stefano.

He didn't grass, and Stefano rewards that.

What do you see in that low-rent hoodlum?

Sleeping Beauty awakes.

Stefano is a lousy pimp. And maybe a murderer.

He wouldn't kill a friend. He has a code of honour.

Let her speak.

She... has a right to express herself.

We're brainstorming.

We're not used to such rashness, Borel.

Carry on, Lieutenant, as your knight requests.

Merchandise passes through the docks.

Why not human merchandise?

Women to fill the streets of Marseille.

Something Elias Gatt may have known

and which might interest or bother Stefano.

Wolf mentioned pimping, but this is more than soliciting.

What gave you such an idea?

The Vice Squad must be there for a reason.

If Elias Gatt was involved, we'd have found traces.

I looked everywhere.

A locker.

Yeah.

He was locked up for 7 years. So?

No. Dockers must have lockers for their things at the port.

Let's forget about police cooperation and apply the Cain method!

Not until you tell me what you're doing.

Just investigating.

The docks don't belong to Commander Vivienne

and even less to Wolf. Come on, lovebirds!

Stand in for me. I'll see what's happening.

Which is Wolf's locker?

This one.

Open it up.

Hey, you've no right to touch my locker!

You're still a suspect. Go ahead!

You see?

I've nothing to hide.

Or too much for such a small space.

OK, there's nothing here.

What's this?

Sorry.

Hidden like that, it must be important.

Let's see.

Four letters, six one-digit figures. A container ID.

I should be able to find it.

So this is Elias Gatt's love nest.

He must have really loved his bike.

Men have secret passions that amaze me.

Yet you're almost an expert.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Everyone's life is private. Right, Borel?

Search all this.

If Gatt hid something, it'll be here.

And strip that bike down.

Borel...

Now that's a bike.

Found it.

Show me.

Here we are.

Nothing to do with a love for bikes.

The sums in here are large. These aren't personal accounts.

Thanks for your help, we'll take over now.

No, this is my crime scene.

No, these documents concern my enquiry.

Ensure we take everything.

Nothing moves! This search concerns the murder of Elias Gatt.

You have a warrant?

No? I do. That's what you get for not following rules.

- These documents concern you? - I hoped Gatt had them.

There we are. This will enable me to catch

the most wanted criminal in Marseille.

These are Stefano's accounts.

Let's get out of here.

All I could obtain was the promise of a copy of the notebooks.

Great!

Police cooperation my arse!

Did you play the game?

What game? Aren't we all on the same side?

If we're smarter, we can still checkmate him.

How? By blowing that pretentious dickhead's cover?

They'll charge Stefano with organized pimping.

It's a first, they're full of glee.

But if we charge him with murder,

precedence will make him our witness.

He's right. Think about it.

Elias Gatt was beaten to reveal something.

The notebooks' hiding place.

Blackmailing Stefano is a possibility.

Stefano may well have been behind the murder.

Fred!

I know you're right!

But you're being a pain, Jacques!

What's between him and Stefano?

They knew each other when Cain wasn't well.

Stefano's world became his.

Some memories you can't erase, even ugly ones.

But the reality is: Stefano's a bad guy.

So Cain or not, we arrest him!

You shouldn't be here.

Did you tell the watchman about the container?

Whose side are you on?

I'm having trouble working. I'm obsessed by you.

Same here.

I must state, prior to this interview,

that my client is in no way guilty and that this custody is improper.

You need a mouthpiece now?

How did your accounts end up with Elias Gatt?

We shan't answer:

we refute the documents' authenticity.

Did he say he had them?

Why would he tell us about counterfeit documents?

Did he try to blackmail you?

Mr Gatt had nothing that might in any way intimidate my client.

"The man of the pampas, harsh but always courteous,

is driven to tell you:

your Antoine is starting to get on my wick!"

Too easy. Ventura, Les Tontons Flingueurs...

I don't like your turf.

Only one question matters. Tell me straight:

Did you kill Elias?

No. And I remind you

you've only a few hours to find whoever killed him.

What did Stefano mean,

by "you've only got a few hours"?

He's threatening to trigger a gang war.

I don't like her with him.

Me neither.

You should talk to her. She'll listen to you.

It's hit you harder than I thought.

Wolf! Can we talk?

What are you two playing at?

Scheming behind my back?

I don't know what you mean.

You don't like others on your turf.

I don't like being taken for a fool.

I can't swallow Vivienne showing up at the container.

If the big, bad wolf hadn't come wagging his tail around you...

he'd never have known we found that key.

What will you do?

You're lucky you're a cop.

My hands are tied, but I'm dying to.

I'll tell you something.

I don't let people stand in my way,

especially not cripples like you.

So where's the cripple, eh?

Stop, Captain! You're mad!

I was dying to do this!

Let him go!

Oh, that's done me a lot of good! Woof!

That feels good!

Bastard!

Oh, you bastard!

You're sick! You should be locked up!

You treated him like a dog!

I trust you to lick his wounds.

Can I? ...trust you?

You're on the wrong track. Guys like him lead nowhere.

OK, can I go now?

Little shit!

Omar here?

Move the girls, it'll kick off. Stefano has loosed his men.

- How do you know? - He didn't like Gatt's death.

That was your idea.

Wasn't I right? We wanted him in prison.

I hear you're screwing a cop. Is that right?

I hate the pigs.

But I can sacrifice myself.

It's worth having one in your pocket.

The girls have gone. They were ready for the street.

Good.

But we've more coming tomorrow.

Stefano's in jail, now's the time to take his turf.

OK.

Fucking hell!

Shit!

This is my bloody fault!

No it's not.

We tried to stop a war.

I held Stefano and the others started it.

Who cares who shot first?

You don't get it. No one'd dare do this with Stefano free.

We upset the balance of power and ushered in a war.

You still don't think Stefano killed Elias.

Open your eyes! Elias was killed

just to make Stefano act.

We stopped him, the others drew first.

That's ours.

Wolf!

You used me!

I might be fond of your impulses, but not here.

Women!

We talk about this elsewhere!

You suggested we search Elias Gatt's locker.

You knew we'd find the key. What else?

I'm not a medium.

You laid a trail, manipulated me into bed!

- We both... - I don't mean that!

Two men have been murdered!

Who?

Stefano's henchmen. In the street,

in front of people. Someone's after his manor

and I know that's why you're under cover.

I tried to warn you about Stefano.

As for his rivals, leave it to me to find evidence.

If it looks like spring cleaning in gangland, I'm not going to cry.

This is where our views differ.

I care.

I can play at Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf.

But justice and duty come first.

I'd never applaud a settling of scores!

You're a proud one.

Let go or I swear...

Listen, you may play the tough guy but you're a girl.

You don't have the balls.

So stay in your place!

I brought you here to talk.

Bad news.

My lawyer's on his way.

No need. Let's go for a spin.

We're no longer on my turf.

And yours is shrinking. We can talk here.

The world has changed. I'm getting in the way.

I should have retired sooner.

Who's behind all this? White slavers?

New school, lawless. Taking over the ring road with Africans.

How do they get here?

In freighters.

Piled in containers.

I've done some shabby things in my life

but I could never profit from human misery on that scale.

Maybe I'm too old. They're fresh when they arrive.

It doesn't last. After the ring road they're moved from town to town,

so the cops don't have time to identify them.

Did Elias Gatt finger the network?

I was asked to let them on my turf, I refused.

They killed the messenger.

And your accounts?

I knew they were safe with him.

He never talked, even when tortured.

Have you got a phone?

Don't worry, just a quick personal call.

I warn you, don't go declaring war behind my back.

Don't worry, Fredo, I'm here to help.

Can I have a word?

Yes, sure.

It's about Wolf.

Get off my case, it's none of your business.

Look... I understand your feelings,

even if I've done nothing to deserve them.

But you have to face facts: I'm not your type.

Oh... if you only knew...

I'm so relieved you take it like that.

There was tension between us. I was scared you'd carry on.

So I moved on.

Cynthia...

the trainee in Fingerprinting... We've started a relationship.

Well, that's fine.

- I'm glad for you, Borel. - Thanks.

- What did you want to say? - Yes, Wolf.

I know what I've done is illegal

but I got his infiltration file from a friend in Vice Squad who owed me.

Let's see...

There's nothing to see. In 3 months, no report, no note.

Nothing. His mission order, no subject,

no result. As if his infiltration was totally pointless.

I need to know:

can I still trust you?

You always could.

No, because the descent into hell, the 50 shades of grey...

I got involved too.

I know you can get lost in it. Now I need to be sure:

Are you still my lieutenant or are you Wolf's?

You don't understand.

I hate Wolf more than you, from the very first minute.

That's my personal demon, my shade of grey.

You're right, I don't understand.

You remain a mystery to me. Efficient at work, seductive,

but a mystery.

I'll take that as a compliment.

And you were right about Wolf.

Borel looked into him. He's not who he claims to be.

Tit for tat.

I've some first-hand information.

A delivery of girls today. I know where and when.

We'll be able to checkmate the Vice Squad.

Last trip of the day. I'm knackered.

It's all in order.

See you tomorrow, Michel.

OK.

They're coming...

Fuck, it's Wolf!

Unhoped-for!

Sound the charge.

- Go on! - Go, go, go!...

Police! Nobody move!

Hands up!

Fuck...

Freeze!

You're under arrest! Cuff him!

What the hell are you doing here?

We thought it was a nice day for an outing. Who's he?

One of the pimps.

This is a lousy roundup. You should have waited!

What are you doing? This is a Vice Squad case.

You came to see our container, we'll check yours.

It's all about friendly invitations.

There's only boxes in here.

Boxes of pirated DVDs.

You see, Cain.

You've ruined 3 months' work for a cargo of DVDs.

Great operation.

I'm sure of my information.

These boxes are empty!

Something here.

What can you see?

A double bottom. I need a crowbar.

Here.

Proud of yourselves?

We'll see what Cdr Vivienne has to say.

Oh? Why would Vivienne cover you?

I know you're an accomplice

and you killed Elias to bring down Stefano and help out your friends.

You're off your rocker.

I hope you don't believe his bullshit.

For now you're lucky to be a cop.

I swear we'll find proof.

You too, Lucie.

That's Lieutenant Delambre to you!

Come on, Lieutenant.

How do I get back, then?

Shout and see...

I'm like you, I have regrets. We should have insisted,

beaten up his handsome face. He'd have admitted it.

Lieutenant,

I was only saying. Don't be stupid...

- Don't! - I should have known!

Fucking cop!

Freeze! Drop it or I fire!

Lieutenant!

Answer me!

Shit!

Lieutenant!

Answer me, dammit!

Leave it to me, sir. I'll get him!

Lieutenant!

Are you hit?

Don't do it, pal. I can explain...

Lucie?

Drop it or I fire!

Go ahead. Avoids me killing him.

Status update, Lieutenant!

If I fire, I may hit the hostage.

If I don't, he will.

Don't shoot!

I've no choice!

Don't fuck about!

Lucie! Whatever you do, don't shoot!

So that's your defence?

Sergeant Wolf was supposedly bent, so you decided to shoot him.

You're finished, Lt Delambre. Not just your career.

They'll make an example of you.

You too, Captain Cain.

OK.

Lieutenant Delambre messed up...

but Wolf had gone bad. - Is that right?

I wondered when you'd defend her.

Omar and Wolf tortured Elias Gatt

so he'd give up Stefano's books.

Unfortunately they were arrested.

So Wolf put us on the trail of the books so we'd arrest Stefano.

Wild imaginings.

What was the point?

To move their prostitution network onto Stefano's turf.

Wolf is dead. How very handy.

Because you have no proof.

We do!

Wolf never sent you reports of his activities

but he wrote everything down in this book.

I demanded Wolf's personal effects.

It's all here: container arrival dates,

merchandise estimations, cost price, sale price,

destinations and contacts.

A little accounts book.

That only shows Wolf was conscientious.

Some details betray his involvement.

Let's suppose you're right.

Wolf is dead now. It no longer matters.

I admit I had my doubts as well

and meant to launch an internal enquiry.

What doubts?

You knew he was involved yet you let us advance blindly?

I had suspicions...

Then why not take him out?

I don't have to justify myself. I run my unit better than you.

We wouldn't be here if you'd taken your man out.

I couldn't!

Wolf wasn't up to running this.

I waited to see who was running him. As you would.

No doubt.

So Wolf wasn't working alone?

Impossible! He'd have needed connections in Africa he didn't have.

Yes, organizing girl selection, smuggling them out...

He needed an accomplished accomplice.

Who could get him onto the docks...

Indeed. Perhaps someone within Vice Squad.

The investigation will tell us.

We're getting off the subject.

On the contrary. Perhaps we can even help you.

- His name appears in the notebook. - The silent partner.

The man you seek.

He mentions him regularly.

You should be glad.

Your name appears in full, Commander Vivienne.

That's absurd. He did that to implicate me.

You can check.

If Wolf were alive, he'd do time for you like Gatt did for Stefano.

But he's dead.

No one can refute this evidence.

Let's take this interrogation from the top.

You gave me a fright last night. Don't do that again.

I know, apparently I scare people.

It's one of my shades of grey.

So what's really in the black book?

Drawings... Wolf's pornographic sketches.

No! Can I see?

I'd rather not.

- Come on! - No!

That's enough.

Vivienne really fell for it.

He really believed you killed Wolf.

And I'd have loved to.

But I'm a good cop, I control my nerves and my aim.

Now we have his confession, Wolf's should be easy.

With him, nothing is simple.

Second round for Pretty Docker!

Wolf!

Vivienne grassed. It's all over.

You've had it, chum!

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