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Get lost, bitch!

Get lost!

Is that clear?

(Music)

The judge has summoned us for 1:00 p.m.

- I'm counting on you to... - Not run him over?

That would be messy.

Otherwise, he's all yours.

I hear you've got a kick in you today.

Captain Cortez, Rivaux Police Station.

Captain Cain, Lieutenant Legrand, Marseille Regional Police.

At 12:30 a.m., your commander stopped in front of

what she thought was a traffic accident.

A settling of scores?

They didn't miss him.

Pascal Andrix, alias Diablo.

He's the president of the Black Dogs, the town's motorcycle club.

For the past six months, there's been a war between two gangs.

The Black Dogs of (Rivaux) and the Cruisers of Marseille.

And the man you arrested?

A Cruiser.

- Stéphane Hébert, alias Fishbone, is that right? - Yes.

He's been stewing in the van for hours.

That must be the rest of Johnny's fan club.

We want to see Diablo! Do you understand?

We want to see his body.

Sorry, it's with the coroner.

When was the last time you saw Diablo?

Last night. We were all at Qarl's.

He left alone around midnight.

It's Fishbone, they got him!

He's the one who smoked Diablo!

Is that you, Fish?

That's enough!

- Don't touch me, you raghead! - What did you say?

Oh, cowboys!

A sawed-off shotgun at point-blank range?

That or an elephant jumped on his head with both feet.

12-gauge.

A first burst of gunfire mowed him down at the legs.

Judging by the scattered bullet holes, the shooter was about 10 meters away.

He had the face of an angel, this Diablo.

Was the man you arrested carrying a revolver?

That means the shooter is still at large.

The fatal shot was fired at his face.

Do you know why?

The victim's jacket is lined with Kevlar.

The shooter knew that, so he aimed for the legs and head.

Don't you find it strange

that his mortal enemies knew about such a detail?

A traitor among the Black Dogs who informed the Cruisers?

We could ask Captain Cortez to give us a hand.

He's dealt with these gangs before.

Yes, I've read his file. He's a good investigator.

Yes?

We're almost there.

Judge Mirabeau is waiting for us at the SRPJ.

How can you make decisions like that?

Release Tina.

What exactly are you looking for?

Don't count on me to contradict him.

Remind me what stupid detail you let her go on?

That little thing called the law, Captain Cain.

A detail you tend to forget too often.

You could have declared the arrest invalid and taken her back into custody.

She was threatened right here. She was assaulted.

She's lying!

What do you think?

Me too, this story makes me sick.

Even if it meant breaking the law, we would all have slept better if...

If what?

If I had pulled the trigger?

Finish your sentence.

If I had murdered Tina?

Of course not.

I declared the case dismissed, but I ordered the investigation to continue.

Tina Verde will be found, arrested, and questioned properly this time.

Avoid any more surprises for your commander.

Because she'll pay dearly for every mistake the team makes.

Yes, Borel?

No, nothing, I'm sorry.

So, what about Tina?

Did you hear the message?

Tina's no longer our concern.

Qarl's.

This is where Diablo had his room.

The bar belongs to the Black Dogs,

they use it to launder money from their trafficking.

Isn't there too much trouble in the area?

On the contrary, their presence protects (Rivaux).

They keep other gangs that are more dangerous than them away,

like the Cruisers,

from setting up shop in our neighborhood.

As long as the Black Dogs kept out of trouble in town,

I turned a blind eye to their little shenanigans.

But for the last six months, it's been war.

Look at these beauties!

You were a biker?

I loved it so much they grafted these wheels to my ass.

What about you, do you ride a motorcycle?

I have a Silverwing.

The big Japanese ones with all the electronics?

Electronics are great.

GPS, wireless connection...

My phone and the bike are directly connected to my helmet.

I have all the information in my ear, speed cameras, speed limits

and, most importantly, I have autopilot.

You let go of the handlebars and the bike drives itself.

I don't trust electronics.

See you Sunday, Mrs. Pelletier.

We know each other from church.

Sweat, stale tobacco, alcohol, engine grease.

Have we met before?

I want to see Diablo's body.

That's not a good idea.

It's badly damaged.

Cain, from the Marseille police. He's in charge of the investigation.

Sarah, the boss. Everyone here calls her Cheyenne.

Can we see Diablo's room?

No drugs, no weapons, no money. His friends cleaned up after him.

We're wasting our time.

Diablo wrote poems.

Songs.

What I wouldn't give to go back to those days...

Two boys, one girl.

What happened to the girl?

She married a moron who spends all his money on motorcycles.

Guilty!

20 years of marriage.

Guys, tonight Diablo is leaving here alone.

Half an hour later, bang,

he's got no face left, Diablo.

You must know where he was going.

You hear that silence?

That's biker code.

Rule number one: don't talk to the cops.

I know.

It doesn't make the investigation any easier.

Luckily, they're dumb enough to tattoo their criminal records on their skin.

The 13, for example.

13th letter of the alphabet, M, like marijuana.

The tear in my eye, I'm a criminal.

And the pool ball, number 8, the black ball, is luck.

No, for them it means racist and proud of it.

This is for my buddy Borel.

You're in the middle of a gang war, your president is leaving without an escort

and no one asks him where he's going?

He was going to get laid, we weren't going to stop him.

That's right. He was going to see his whore to sing her love songs.

Was Diablo seeing someone?

As far as I know, she'd left him at least six months ago.

It hurt him badly. He couldn't get over it.

Could that have killed him?

We need to meet her.

She was a married woman, that's for sure. Probably a local girl.

You don't say!

He was banging your wife.

You think they'll let you go if you don't say anything?

You know what?

You win.

What do you mean?

You're free.

You think if you let me go, my friends will think I ratted you out?

They won't think it, they'll know it.

We'll leak the information.

I know the law.

Unlicensed gun, I threatened you,

and broke my parole on top of that.

That's two years, the going rate.

You're forgetting Diablo's murder, we could easily pin that on you.

That's 20 years we're giving you.

Bullshit!

Your Cruiser buddies are gonna throw you a big welcome home party.

Open bar, girls, coke.

And when you're good and drunk,

they'll ask the new kid to shoot you in the back of the head.

Isn't that how they took out a guy last year?

Yeah, but he was a real snitch.

Are you sure he was really a snitch?

Maybe he was a good guy and they played the same joke on him as they did on you.

I didn't kill Diablo.

I just accompanied Tarace, our leader.

Diablo wanted a one-on-one meeting with him.

So the two presidents met.

And?

I dropped Tarace off 500 meters from the meeting place and waited.

After five minutes, there were gunshots.

I rushed over and found Diablo slaughtered.

Tarace was gone.

That's when you showed up.

Damn it, I'm dead!

No, you just changed friends, that's all.

Cheyenne, light the stage, please.

Our secrets that the night kept so well,

our silent embraces, let's go back to Tangier.

Dare to take another detour to the dark side of love.

The handsome knight in shining armor.

Which one of you was going to find him?

Nothing ever happened between Diablo and me.

You live together, Cheyenne.

You have the same tastes, the same friends, the same lifestyle.

You're pretty and you're not shy with boys.

- Everyone knew you were in love. - Everyone except him, apparently.

While you...

Sarah, you know me.

You see me cheating on Jean-Philippe?

Maybe that's why you dumped him.

He's been shitting himself for the last six months.

Maybe he begged you to come back or he'd tell everyone about your affair.

That's an accusation.

Beatrice, are you talking about Tangier?

I was born there and we went there several times as a family.

Why?

Because Diablo was having a little palace out of the Arabian Nights built there.

He spent all his money there.

He told everyone he was going to run off with her to Morocco.

- With me? - He never mentioned any names.

When you and him were in the same room,

it was obvious there was something going on between you.

I'm going to get killed.

- They're going to beat me up, you understand? - Be careful with the scissors, they're sharp.

24 hours with the cops and I'm back, I know how that works!

They'll beat me up, strip me naked, and search my clothes.

You're doing great!

My mother was a seamstress.

When I was little, I used to sew next to her while she worked.

Is that what the police are like now?

Girls do the arrests and guys do the sewing?

You know that in their biker gang,

women aren't allowed to ride motorcycles?

They don't wash very often either.

See that?

It's a week of non-stop recording.

Your friends can search all they want, they'll never find anything.

Welcome to the 21st century, Cro-Magnon.

Okay, cops are the kings of cuckolds.

But I can tell you that if Beatrice was cheating on me, I'd know.

No one said you didn't know.

We're in Black Dogs territory.

Six months ago, a member of the Cruisers was found burned to death in this trailer,

Jacky Noblet, aka Stormy.

You think Diablo did it?

It's not easy investigating a friend.

That's when the war broke out between the two gangs.

Since then, it's been like the OK Corral gunfight.

You think Diablo's murder was a settling of scores?

Not a woman thing.

If we don't find the killer soon, it'll keep happening.

Diablo's men will retaliate and it'll never end.

This trailer was a meeting place for bikers.

They had a whole system of codes and signs

so that no one would ever cross paths.

Stormy had no traces of smoke in his lungs,

so he was killed before the fire.

The skull was broken by repeated blows

with a heavy object, and glass fragments were extracted from his face.

We thought it was bottle blows.

Precise and factual, good work.

Except you didn't stop the killer.

80 kilos, how do you carry that? Easy?

80 kilos?

Are you sure?

This is where Diablo used to meet his mysterious mistress.

You're sticking to your theory!

This barbecue took place six months ago.

Does that ring a bell?

In a fire, bottle glass melts.

Look at these shards.

They're sharp, not melted.

It wasn't with bottles that we smashed and rearranged your Stormy's portrait.

In the rubble of the fire, we found the remains of a camera.

You mean optical glass?

Imagine I'm Diablo

and you're the mystery woman.

Stormy could have easily taken pictures of them.

Knowing him, that's a very bad idea.

Damn it!

Stop!

What are you doing?

And you knew all this, Captain Cortez.

It was while investigating this murder

that you found out your buddy Diablo was banging your wife.

By the way, you still haven't told me what you were doing Tuesday night around midnight.

You've suspected me since we met, haven't you?

Yes.

Do you have a real reason or is it just me?

When Diablo's friends all showed up at the crime scene,

what was the first thing they asked?

We want to see him.

We want to see him.

The human brain works like that, it needs to see.

Cheyenne, when she heard the news: “I want to see him.”

And you?

You were satisfied with a pair of boots sticking out from under a blanket

to admit that your best friend was dead.

What makes you think I didn't see his body?

Your men.

We talked.

They were surprised too.

I don't see why Cortez would have waited to kill Diablo.

If he'd known for six months that his buddy was sleeping with his wife.

You two work well together.

I know we don't have all the facts,

but I'm willing to bet that Diablo got fired over a woman.

You wanna bet?

Loser buys the winner dinner for two.

Unlimited budget.

Lucie, do you like caviar?

If you lose, you pay for dinner for Lucie and me, right?

I have a say in macho matters, don't I?

You win every time.

A matter of the heart.

We have a gang war and a notorious criminal identified at the scene of the crime.

By what logic would you suspect a police officer?

Because life is logical, according to you?

There are honest bandits and murderous police officers.

Speak of the devil.

Captain Cortez, I was talking about you.

Are you inviting me to dinner?

That's an excellent omen.

I'll be there.

Did Tarace mention meeting Diablo?

You think he's going to talk about that?

He's paranoid.

He's shaking down all our fixers for automatic weapons.

That's how we're going to nail him.

You tell him I've got the latest automatic weapons for sale.

You? Wouldn't you rather I be the bait?

No, it's not often I get to stretch my legs.

You know that pretty little thing you've been dreaming of asking out to dinner

spent two years in active service in the army?

Look at her eye.

It's more the men she meets that you should worry about.

You wanted to know what Jean-Philippe and I were doing on Tuesday night?

We were doing this.

Why am I always the one who gets killed?

Paul, what do we do every Tuesday night at home?

Cowboy night!

Bring that to the table, please.

It's our tradition.

Tuesdays are Wild West days.

When you're a cop's wife, you have to impose little rituals.

Right?

Otherwise we never see our husbands with the family.

Tell me, Paul.

If today is cowboy day, does that mean it's Tuesday?

Today is Thursday because I had music theory.

You're really desperate, you poor thing!

He knows what day it is better than we do.

His whole life is organized around the days of the week.

Cowboy, do you want to take your hamburger back to your camp?

And I'll get my hot chocolate afterwards?

Oh yeah, with marshmallows and chocolate chips,

like usual.

Come on, get on your horse!

I was telling your wife she was very beautiful.

Thank you.

Really, Beatrice.

Adulterous women are always the most beautiful.

It's normal that you suspect me of murdering my friend.

Suspecting is our job.

But if you insult my wife one more time,

I'll throw you out the window.

I was right to bring my bodyguard.

Are you kidding me?

A certificate of virginity?

Our son, Paul, was diagnosed with an illness at the age of three months.

His immune system is defective and he needs constant care.

Beatrice and I are healthy carriers, but we can't have any more children.

They would have a one in four chance of having the same disease.

We are opposed to contraception and abortion.

Our parish priest runs a abstinence group.

Jean-Philippe and I have taken a vow of chastity.

Two years ago, I sealed that promise with an operation.

A surgeon friend of mine does it in Marseille.

He examined me today and certified that everything is still in place.

So, you two...

Not even a little bit?

Last Tuesday, we were all together.

Like every Tuesday, we had dinner together,

we watched a western and went to bed.

Diablo was not my lover, and my husband did not murder him.

The sheriff's scandalous wife who was secretly having an affair with the bandit was perfect!

You're not saying anything, Borel. Is something wrong?

He's crazy to leave his bike out there like that.

How much is it worth?

It's nothing, it's a robot.

If a shady guy gets too close,

she calls the police herself.

Good night, Borel.

Good night, Captain.

You didn't report the theft?

You're exposing yourself to serious prosecution if you don't return it.

You're probably right.

Here.

What do you want?

Beat up an Arab cop.

You and me, we fight now.

The winner gets the gun.

I can't.

I just ate.

He just ate.

Seriously, that's the best one!

Meet here tomorrow, same time.

You know what?

You choose what we fight with.

What do you prefer?

Come on, let's go.

He's scared.

Your interrogation room isn't bad.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,

I lied, I killed, I desecrated graves.

That's called being a cop.

What do you want?

Everything there is to know about the Cortezes.

Careful, no bullshit.

Baby Jesus is listening.

So, you got married and divorced in Spain?

Divorce isn't looked upon very favorably by the church, is it?

My superiors are well aware of my past.

Of course.

I found a photo of your ex-husband.

He's not bad looking!

Not bad at all.

Is that all the French police can do?

Persecute homosexuals?

To tell you the truth, I don't give a damn if you're gay.

It's the abstinence circles and the hypocrisy that bother me.

Beatrice Cortez is a wonderful woman and a sincere believer.

One of her employees was stealing sleeping pills from the pharmacy.

Rather than report him, she preferred to transfer him to another position,

away from the temptation of drugs.

Okay, Saint Beatrice.

And Saint Jean-Philippe?

I don't know him as well.

There's something special about him,

but he's become more diligent in attending services.

Regularly, recently?

Six months.

Six months?

You said there was something special about him?

A dark side that I know well.

Thank you, Father.

You'll see, he works miracles. I was blind when I came in here.

Marteau is the mechanic of the gang.

He refuses to testify officially, but when you hear what he has to say,

you'll understand that Tarace killed Diablo.

What's wrong with you?

- You have coffee. - Stop it!

It's fine!

What are you afraid of? That I'm gay?

Is that your motorcycle? What kind of trap is this?

It's a surprise.

Okay.

So you have a thing for disabled people.

Obviously, none of this is official.

I just want you to repeat what you told me to him.

Motorcycle?

Tarace broke my spine.

He put all his sick weight on me.

While he was hitting me, he was yelling:

“Diablo, one day, I'm going to smash his face in.”

Don't worry, we'll get him eventually.

That's what we're here for.

How long have you been a biker?

Have you ever seen someone get killed during a truce?

Never.

It's part of your stupid code of honor.

A talk is sacred.

Our friends are on time.

Fishbone told me upstairs. Where are you?

Turn your head.

The room next to theirs.

Perfect.

How are things at home?

Are you worried about me?

I know you're not some helpless little thing,

but some pretty tough guy just told me

how Tarace smashed his vertebrae with his boots.

While you're messing him up, keep an eye on that sociopath.

Charming!

Sociopath in sight, I'll leave you to it.

Are you coming?

Here.

So, what do you think?

He doesn't look like it, but Marteau is an electrical engineer.

Want to try it?

It's a tricycle, actually.

No, it's a real motorcycle.

At 30 km/h, the system raises the wheels.

That was your surprise?

Yes.

You know stealing Silverwings was my specialty?

How did you do it?

You plug a computer into the dashboard.

In a minute, it's hacked.

There's a Valentine operation.

- Shall we go? - Okay,

but if it's to show off in front of your colleagues, you'll have to be a bit more confident.

Call Pascal.

Pascal, am I bothering you?

I need a number.

Tarace, Jenny.

She's the one who knows how to get weapons out of a barracks.

PK417.

If you're familiar with the PK416, you shouldn't be too confused.

We just modified it to take 7.62.

You believe that?

- Her only connection is Fish. - So?

That guy's a snitch!

Take that off or I'll kill you!

This is going to blow up.

If we were interested, how much would it cost us?

Diablo was one of my customers.

He was always good for his word.

Why did you kill him?

She's a little too direct, isn't she?

It's now or never.

Tarace will never talk to a cop.

He needed money.

He wanted our two clubs to merge so we could profit from our big deals.

I asked Stormy to check if their club was clean.

Two weeks later, Stormy told me that the Black Dogs were clean,

but that there might be a problem with Diablo.

He wanted to check something.

What?

The next day, he was found burned to death in a trailer.

After six months of war, Diablo contacted me again to negotiate peace.

We met again, just him and me.

While we were talking, a biker slowed down next to us and shot Diablo.

I didn't see it coming.

I jumped on my bike and took off.

Give me a name and I'll take care of it.

You'd do that?

What were we talking about?

Police! Don't move!

What happened?

- How did you know? - His voice.

It changed.

Cain!

Autopilot!

All units, suspect Tarace is on the run, National Route 78.

I repeat, suspect Tarace is on the run.

Cain, Tarace is on the run, three kilometers ahead.

Let's go!

Stop!

Stop!

- Come on! - Let go of me!

I told you we'd stop that bastard together.

You told me you and Diablo had time to talk.

What did you talk about?

A secret.

When I was a kid, my dream was to be part of the Black Dogs.

It was the first motorcycle club,

long before the Cruisers came to France.

At the time, Diablo was already the president.

I went to see him and he said, “Simon Azoulay, that's a Jewish name, isn't it?”

A Black Dog can't be Jewish, right?

Exactly.

Not Arab, not gay, not Asian. And definitely not a chick.

He said, “All bikers have a secret.

It'll be yours.”

He renamed me Tarace and we never spoke of it again.

Even when we were at war with each other, ven when people died.

We bikers are good for nothing, it's true,

but one thing's for sure, we know how to keep a secret.

You want to know?

I know his secret.

Diablo was gay.

Is that true?

Stormy made the mistake of photographing him while he was fucking a man

in that fucking trailer.

Diablo and his lover smashed his skull in before setting him on fire.

You killed Diablo because he loved men?

It wasn't my gun in my bike bag.

I've never seen that rifle.

Except that the ammunition and the rifle match the weapon that killed Diablo.

Who would want to pin this on you?

Who would want Diablo to reveal that he was his lover?

You know what he means, right?

Death to cops.

Rake, break, cry, bag, banned, okay?

We shouldn't be doing this without a warrant.

Let's do it anyway.

It's humiliating to lose 10-0.

You want me to feel sorry for you?

No, I'm saying that for you.

I let you score three goals so it wouldn't be so humiliating.

Finish him off!

In the neighborhood where I lived,

we had two choices for fun:

either we hung out on the street or we hung out at the youth center.

Go on!

At our youth center, we didn't have much to do for fun.

The only thing we had was a foosball table.

I imagine you didn't just come here for a cup of coffee.

What do you want?

Yes, to have a coffee with colleagues and friends.

Paul, how's my orange juice?

- Tasty. - Thanks, Paul.

I have a secret ingredient.

Spill it.

You've been beating around the bush for half an hour. Spit it out.

Are you sure you want me to talk?

Is it to be less gay than you've been for the last six months,

you're going to pray in church every Sunday?

I don't think it'll do much good.

God doesn't care if you like men.

Yes, my dear Beatrice,

if Diablo was embarrassed in your presence,

it wasn't because he was in love with you.

As for the theft of sleeping pills from your pharmacy,

it wasn't your employee.

There's more than just marshmallows and chocolate chips in cowboy chocolate.

There's also enough to send the whole family to bed

while you join your buddy Diablo.

“Our secrets that the night has kept so well,

our silent embraces,

let's go back to Tangier.”

Six months ago, you killed Stormy with Diablo.

That's what triggered it.

You're in pain and you're ashamed,

so you find your way back to your family and the church, amen.

Except Diablo doesn't see it that way.

Diablo doesn't want to give up.

Even if it means losing you,

he's threatening to tell Tarace everything

and end this war.

He's giving you one last chance.

He's sending you a text message, a little romantic message

with rhymes, like...

I'm going to spill the beans, baby.

I still love you.

Come and stop me, and let's go to Tangier.

This bike has a hell of a memory.

- That guy loved you like crazy. - Shut up!

Please stop.

Instead of choosing to go to Tangier, you chose to kill him.

We also found another text message in the memory of your car

that you sent yesterday at 4:21 p.m.

Just three letters, C O P.

Not with me, sheriff.

“The secret that the night kept so well,

our silent embraces, let's go back to Tangier.

Dare to take another detour

to the dark side of love.”

I told you not to trust electronics.

You seem to be feeling better.

Always on top, Borel!

El Boldi, molecular cuisine.

I'm warning you, it's not cheap.

What do you mean?

A love story, I was right. I won.

No, you were very specific, you said it was a woman's story.

They say in there that the crispy lobster is amazing.

Give me that, I'll take care of the reservation.

Frankly, that's not very fair.

If you were logical, I was much closer to the truth than you were.

Who was it who said that life isn't very logical?

You have no remorse?

For your mother, yes.

And you, do you feel remorse for Moretti?

I try not to think about it.

He was charming, he had his good points.

So, what do we do?

Have a drink to his health?

Shall we mourn them together?

Commander, Tina is at Cain's place.

Aren't you afraid of death?

Not if you're the one giving it to me.

They'll arrest me, but at least I'll have gone through with it.

Revenge is a powerful feeling.

I'd rather die in my place than live in yours.

When I've killed you, I'll have nothing left.

No, Tina, you've waited so long.

It would be stupid to give up now.

Goodbye, Cain.

I'm wounded.

That's not your blood, Your Honor.

I killed her.