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This film is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

You want this, baby? You want me to come with you?

I'll take you. Come on...

VICE SQUAD

Are you here to make love?

Oh, yeah? Why don't you fuck off then?

Go home, asshole!

Oh, it's those fuckers again!

Tell me, Robert, are you a trucker by day?

Do you take your tits off when you go to sleep?

Run!

Is this a war?

It sure looks like what's left of one.

- So how's everything else? - Well, besides this it's ok.

Pierre Valeron... Gerard Lattuada...

Was in Crime, now he's working in Vice.

Hi.

Recognize them?

Yes, I recognize Dolores.

You knew she worked for me?

Here's the letter you sent her.

A War ago.

It's a long time since I talked to her.

And the other two?

Don't know them. How'd this happen?

They were shot hiding in the woods,

according to a john that escaped the massacre.

Descriptions of the killers?

Four guys in black on black bikes. Good luck with that.

- Did they use shotguns? - For sure.

Just look at the wounds.

And just days from your retirement. They screwed you!

You mean they screwed us.

What do you mean, "us"?

She's your snitch?

Besides you're in Vice, and I have your boss's blessing.

- It's a stitch up - You don't say!

- Come on, nothing else to see here - I'm not into guys anyway.

The contract was just for Dolores.

- The Greek didn't ask for a massacre. - Listen Luigi, your job is to pay me.

Just give me the dough.

At least you could've got the john as well.

- I've a proposition for the Greek. - I'm listening.

Two guys in Paris are stuck with a lot of heroin.

Lost their buyer last week.

What's this to do with the Greek?

I need 200 to seal the deal.

If the Greek advances me, he'll earn big with no risk.

- We'll do the work. - Interesting.

But the Greek won't touch drugs.

Ask him anyway.

Let's be quick. Today's a busy day for me.

Hi, Your Honor. You don't look very well today.

I'm tired.

Who got you like this? Solange or the Greek?

Your sister's not to blame.

Come on, you'll catch him eventually.

He's smarter than you so it'll take a little longer, that's all.

The Greek will be furious.

The contract was for Dolores.

But this maniac and his morons shoot anything that moves.

Let's not be dramatic. It wasn't such a bad idea.

It'll keep the pigs from focusing on Dolores.

While you're in Liege, be sure to mention Costa's proposition.

The Greek won't touch dope.

You speak for my husband now?

- I didn't mean that, but... - No buts!

Tell him Costa's proposition and he'll decide.

Got it?

As you wish, madam.

- I need to see Peggy. - He's not here.

Really?

He doesn't want to be...

Stay like that until I'm done.

OK?

Good day, Inspector. How nice to see you!

You'd rather get AIDS?

What brings you here?

- Dolores. - Right.

She worked for you. Anything you can tell me?

I wasn't her bestie, Inspector.

You know who did this kiddie porn shoot?

That'll get you 2 to 5 years.

Well, I heard Dolores ran into trouble with some hookers.

A private party. An apartment in the 16th.

I don't know the address.

That's it, Inspector.

Smile... It's for Vice.

That whore Dolores fucked up works for a guy called Luigi.

A dangerous guy.

Who's Luigi?

The Greek's right hand man.

Back to work.

You can get a smoke now.

Veronica!

- Gerard! What a surprise! - Get in.

Look after my car, Monique, I'll be back.

So Dolores has to die for you to come see me.

Life is cruel, don't you think?

What do you mean?

I was in love with you for a long time,

but I knew it'd never work.

And now, you show up.

And here we are, playing cops and whores...

for info about that party Dolores was at.

And instead of telling you to get lost, I say yes.

You're the only person I can trust who knew Dolores.

If you say no, I'm stuck.

How do I reach you?

This number.

Seems you were pretty sure I'd agree.

Take me back.

And how's your son?

Wonderful.

Nothing like his father, luckily.

- He still causing problems? - No.

I don't know if he's still alive.

But he didn't try to take my son away.

I guess you and Robert convinced him.

How is Robert?

He's OK.

Yes?

No, it's no problem, Chief.

Not at all...

Yes... What?

Where?

No, you did right. I'm coming.

That was Mournier, Vice Squad.

I have to go. It's very important.

In a sex shop run by Mother Alice the Squad found kiddie porn mags.

And they've found a prostitute from one of those private clubs.

Who's Mother Alice?

Wife of Dimitri Stefanopoulos, "The Greek".

This time we got him.

Sometimes I wish I was in that Greek's place.

You spend more time on him than on me.

I wonder how you found time to get me pregnant.

Say that again.

I meant to tell you this weekend, but I couldn't wait.

Got the gear?

You can get high now.

Thanks, Jimmy. I'm listening now.

I saw Samir, the guy that deals at Barbés.

I know him. So what?

He was all over Sonia.

I followed them on the train, but lost them.

Are you shitting me?

You pay me to follow your girls, right?

- Right, now piss off. - Calm down, calm down.

Shit.

There he is.

Pull over.

What is it, Jimmy?

You're hurting me!

You do it for free now?

- Want some fun? - Fuck off.

What a scumbag.

I'll kill him. I'll kill that pig!

Hi.

Wait for me, girls!

- Sorry, this is a private club. - He's with us.

Thanks.

- May I offer the lady a drink? - You certainly may.

- Do you dance? - Come on, it's work.

- I own a packing company in Bordeaux. - I work with packages too.

Isn't that funny?

It's time.

Just one more.

Work is work.

- Come sit with us. - No need to be alone.

- Let's have a drink. - Where are you sitting'?

- Over there. - OK.

- You're coming? - Right away.

I'll be right back.

- You promise? - Sure.

Do I know you?

We'll get to know each other very soon.

- A pack of News, please. - It's 20 francs.

For that price, I should get a free dance.

- Nice to see you. - Police!

Police!

Leave the safe open.

I need fresh air.

Turn on the lights when I say, or I stab you with my heels.

Police!

Now!

Get back! It's a raid!

Keep calm.

Monique, everything OK?

Yeah, fine.

You know her?

Forget her, she's not right for you.

- Hello.

- Business? - No chance.

- Let's go. - Hands off!

Leave her alone.

I warned you. She chooses her own clients.

Let's go. We'll have a good time.

Fat pig.

- Where we going? - The "Rock and Roll".

- Oh no... - I'm so wasted, it'll be fun.

Is that the guy you were looking for?

Stop.

- What's going on, Jimmy? - Shut up. Get out.

- Get out! - Alright. Shit!

Don't lose him.

Samir...

You're late.

- It was no biggie, Inspector. - Tell me.

Shit! It's a chick.

Go on, flatten him!

Watch out!

You got him!

Hold it!

Shit!

Get the fuck out!

Even the whores have guns now.

No-one important there?

- No, boss. - Get to it, then.

Right...

Sign here.

This was a set up.

I never had prostitutes there.

And the porn pictures with young girls?

Maybe a friend of yours took them. Won't be the first time.

And the 60 grand we found in your safe?

My savings.

And the fake documents? There just to show off?

Gerard, go help the others.

OK, Jacques.

Gerard, come quick!

- What, you just get paid? - Letellier's been shot.

Shit!

Look, it's the chick from last night.

Aren't you interviewing me, darling?

If you disrespect her or try to be funny,

I'll rearrange your face for you.

Dickhead.

Let's go, Natalie. I need some fresh air.

See she doesn't talk to anyone.

- I must see an Inspector. - They're all busy.

What is it?

- Are you an inspector? - Yes. Why?

I know who shot your partner.

Jimmy saw Samir and he went crazy.

They dropped us off and went after him.

That's all I know.

- Why are you telling us this? - ls this a good reason?

I don't want to get cut up one day.

Ok Sonia, cover up.

Where's your guy get his dope?

He deals himself.

- Jimmy's his real name? - No.

It's Joseph Melinaud.

- And Rapha? - I don't know his name.

What does Rapha drive?

Thanks.

A grey BMW.

- I don't know the number. - Where can I find them?

Hard to say.

Perhaps at Baladi's. Lebanese guy who organizes parties.

- You know his address? - No. He's only into shemales.

- Did he bring some in recently? - No.

The shemales got banned. Caused trouble with Luigi's girls.

You know Luigi?

Never saw him. But Rapha and Jimmy know him.

OK. Can we get all this in writing?

Is you pal crazy? Wants me to get killed?

What a surprise!

- Hi. Are you busy? - Not at all.

You're welcome... Inspector.

- Do you want some Gin? - Sure.

- So what brings you here? - I came to see if there was any news.

Dolores got into trouble with one of Luigi's proteges.

He's the Greek's right hand man. It was at this guy Baladi's place.

Was it bad?

Yes. She cut the girl up with a glass.

Could you to get to know this Baladi?

If you get in, try to find a guy named Rapha

or one they call Jimmy.

- Is it to do with Dolores? - I don't know yet.

But be careful. One of us just got shot.

Heard from Nadine?

She had a bad week. Didn't show up.

The bad guys seem to be doing well.

- The informer just lost his memory. - Shit!

Francois, tell Nathalie to call a doctor quickly.

Come with me, Gerard.

What happened?

I was questioning her, and she just reached for her heart and fell.

- The doctor's here. - I'll tell the boss.

OK.

Can you leave me alone with her?

OK, as you wish.

- What happened? - I don't know, she just passed out.

Tell the others! Quick!

Stop! It's not safe!

Shit!

I pay you a lot to defend my interests.

Bribe whoever you must, but get the clubs open.

Fuck that! You're the lawyer, not me!

What is this shit!

OK, what's up?

Madame Alice... I mean... your wife...

What is it?

She's dead.

What?

She fell getting away from the police.

We're going to Paris.

Call Costa. Tell him I'm interested.

I'll be in Vesinet.

I thought you were done with him.

Listen, Luigi...

You arguing with me?

Ok. You're the boss.

Let's go.

- Things go well? - Yes, but let's get back.

When are you recording your album?

End of the month, if all goes well.

Ah! Piper!

We're going to need a bigger house.

- Did you get a raise? - No, the family just got bigger.

A boy or a girl?

So can someone tell me who's expecting what?

You're going to be an uncle!

So, Bruno, say something. ls it a boy or a girl?

I don't know.

Why don't you know?

- What about the compass? - What compass?

Our compass.

Don't tell me you forgot about our compass?

Of course not.

Solange has it.

It's just that it wasn't planned. You know what I mean?

What are you guys talking about?

For a boy, you make love with your head pointing north.

And for a girl, pointing south.

That wouldn't work with Sophie.

When she's in the mood, it's any which way.

Maybe the compass isn't the only thing not working, right?

To the baby!

To the uncle!

Yes, but the photo...

Yes, the photo. But it's all the same anyway.

It's very difficult...

You got the merch?

Perfect.

Check if you want.

Ok. I'll tell him.

Hold on he's here.

Lattuada, for you.

Hello.

When?

Great, I'll write it down.

So what's up?

False papers but real guns.

Looks like the guys from the Bois.

- Same bikes, same butchery. - Same guns.

Alright, bye.

We might be getting somewhere.

Remember Veronica?

Veronica? The prostitute from the Madeleine?

- She just called. - And?

Turn that thing off!

Oh, god...

I can't stay long, right?

Fix yourself a Martini.

I'm almost ready.

Almost?

You like it?

What's this?

Come on, tell me.

You got a new job?

- Where are you going? - Out, with you.

No way.

- Gerard, it's just for fun. - I said no, and I mean it.

Robert and his guys are here.

You're a real tease.

Who's the chick?

His wife.

More or less.

Tell the others.

This is Sapphire. The show's starting. Over.

Emerald here. We got you. Over.

- I'm scared. - Smile. You look great.

Gerard Lattuada... and his wife, Sylvie.

The friends I told you about.

Come meet my friends.

May I?

Of course. Veronica's here.

She's lovely

Yes, and stubborn. She insisted on coming.

But you still love her.

I do.

Luckily I got away from Baladi.

That's how I got you in.

- He introduced me to Rapha. - Which one is he?

He's not here yet, but he will be.

He really wants me in his stable.

Don't worry. We're here to stop that.

I'll leave you. I have to play the hostess.

I'll call out his name when he's here.

OK.

We'll Wait a While.

Leave the merch and cash here.

We'll wait for things to go quiet, and then we'll see.

OK, Rapha?

OK.

I agree.

I'm off, I got a date.

Hot stuff?

Veronica, do you know her?

- Monique's partner? - Yup. You know her?

I do.

If you leave me alone I'll fuck the first guy who asks.

Here you go.

Steady on...

I want to go, Gerard.

You insisted. I warned you.

Wait a while.

Who's that babe?

Forget it.

She's a lesbian.

Rapha came alone.

5 foot 10. Brown hair. Wearing a tuxedo.

Did you get a pic?

We saw his BMW. We'll get him.

Good night, kid.

Z2 calling Zenith.

Copy Z2.

The D.A. is at the scene of the murder of Solange Ricci,

the Judge's wife.

Received Z2.

Dan, can we talk for a sec?

Did you keep the info on your dealers?

A few. Just one or two. Why?

- Commissioner. - Yes?

My wife's keys were missing from her belongings.

A chain with a little compass.

Not worth anything, but of sentimental value.

I'll look into it, Your Honor.

You're in good form.

How's things, Robert? You here to shoot?

No, I was never into guns.

And I'm not starting now, so near retirement.

I want to talk to you.

I'm listening.

You know that the shits that killed your sister

were involved in the killing of the transsexuals

and the attack on the bar.

So you know... well...

Yes, I understand.

I'm off the case.

I'll take a vacation. I need one.

It's best, Gerard.

You're too involved.

I'll keep you up to date.

Bye, Robert. Good hunting!

You're no oil painting, Fat Louis, but you're a great fuck.

- You're nice, unlike your pal. - Forget about her.

- There's other girls. - But I want her.

Veronica is involved with a cop.

Best not to mess with her.

I'm just saying.

- So she's in with the cops? - Don't say that...

She was in love with one, that's all.

But it was a long time ago.

Another reason to do her.

Here... for you.

You're so nice, Fat Louis.

- Yes? - Rapha, it's Jimmy.

What's up? You shouldn't call me.

I know, but Sonia disappeared. You've seen her?

No. I've better things to do than look for your girls.

Bad news?

A horse that didn't make it.

- How's things with Freddy? - He can't supply me right now.

There's no dope around.

Ask me in a few days. I'll see what I can do.

Thanks anyway.

Gerard?

Yes.

I s Dan.

Hi, Dan.

Your guy is in Abesses.

- Where did you say? - Abesses, number 4. 4th floor, left.

- Bye. - Bye.

Gerard...

Take care.

- Bye. - Bye.

Don't stop.

You got it, Jimmy.

What do you want?

How many people did you fuck up selling this shit?

Why do you care?

I don't.

But you're going to overdose.

You're fucking nuts!

Who sent you? The Greek?

A dealer...

I'm not here to answer questions.

But you can save your ass if you answer mine.

Get fucked!

Alright.

No! Fuck! Stop!

Who sent you to kill Dolores?

It was for the Greek!

And the others?

The judge's wife and the trannies.

The dope guys were Costa's idea, to screw the Greek.

And the girl with Samir? The Greek too?

An accident. We didn't know she was a cop.

Who did it?

Who pulled the trigger?

Rapha... It was Rapha.

Hesitate again and you die.

The name of the 4th guy?

Fat Louis.

Where do you keep the dope and the bikes ?

In a hangar.

On the road out of Sucy.

Why the judge's wife?

The Greek really felt the loss of his wife.

And Costas told us that bitch was married to a judge.

You scumbag...

You're coming with me.

Shit!

You think it was the Greek's men?

Maybe, but why tie his hands? A bullet would do.

- So who was it? - Good question.

So what do we do now?

We'll focus on Rapha.

Hope that doesn't happen to him. He lives 6 floors up.

- Do we have to protect that scum? - Stop complaining.

Here...

So what's new?

Nothing. The same blonde that was here before with supplies.

I hope he moves, I'm sick of hamburgers.

Better than getting a bullet.

- What did I do? - Quiet!

Call for back up.

Please...

No...

Zephire 12 to all units...

There's only one entrance in the whole fucking building!

Were you asleep or what?

He hid behind the garbage truck.

That's an explanation, not an excuse!

You were lucky after all.

Well, say something.

Melinaud and Lemoine found out about a certain Louis Lecas, aka Fat Louis.

Owns a bar in St. Denis.

Been seen with the other two killers.

OK, stakeout his place.

If you lose him, you can put in your transfer requests,

and I will accept them!

Now to get chewed out by the boss.

Least he didn't jump out the window.

What did you say, Valeron?

Just that you were right, boss. A bullet would've been enough.

I should send you to the archives, wise guy!

Idiot!

Now Costa is killing his own men one by one.

If he plans on keeping that 200 grand he can go fuck himself.

- You need the guys? - No.

I'm going to take care of him personally.

It'll do me good.

Alright, but what do we do?

We find him, we get back what's ours, then make him eat his own balls.

Jimmy... now Rapha...

- You think it's The Greek? - I didn't think he'd find us so soon.

- Where you off to, Louis? - To get some.

Stay here. You can fuck some other day.

I'm in the mood for it.

I want to screw Monique's friend.

If we have to fight the Greek and his poets,

I'll sort out that Veronica first.

And that cop of hers.

- What did you say? - It's OK, she can wait.

- What was her name? - Veronica. Why?

It's the name of the girl Rapha was going to meet.

Where'll she be?

At Opera. Why?

Is that all you can say?

Let's go, Einstein.

What's going on?

Do you want a drink?

What's going on?

Won't you say "hello" to my pal?

Get out of here! Both of you!

You're crazy!

Don't talk to me like that, you bitch!

You'll crawl, slut!

Pick her up.

I'll ask some questions.

For every answer I don't like, I'm going to cut you.

Got it?

"Yes, sir".

I'm waiting!

Yes, sir!

See, Louis. She's obedient.

You just need to know how to talk to her.

Was it you who gave Rapha up to your police pal?

I don't know any cops.

Take her skirt off.

Don't you like it when I touch you?

Stop it or I'll choke you.

Who's this?

Who is it?

My son.

You still don't know any cops?

Not that, please. Not that...

I'm going to rip your cunt out, slut.

No...

Not that, I beg you!

I do know a cop. Just don't do that.

Why did you give Rapha to him?

He was handling Dolores's case.

His name.

Gerard.

Gerard what?

Lattuada.

Where can we find him?

He lives in the 15th.

Alone?

Yes.

You're sure?

Yes.

He often visits his girlfriend.

So he has a girlfriend?

Where can we find her?

I'll rip your ovaries out!

She works in a private clinic in Rue Lemoine.

- What's she do there? - Anaesthetist.

What's her name?

Sylvie.

- Sylvie what? - I don't know. I swear I don't.

She's spilled it all.

Kill her.

No, I want to keep her until she's well again.

You want her to put her cop onto us?

She won't do that, otherwise...

Shut the bar and wait for me in the hanger.

OK.

- Sir? - I'm a cop.

The guys who did this are sick.

Why do you say "guys"?

It's just what that young girl told us.

Good evening, Inspector.

Do you know them?

One is Fat Louis. An animal, obsessed with sex.

The other, Costa. I think he's a fag.

Where might they be?

Fat Louis has a bar in St. Denis.

I don't know about the other one.

I think he goes to a club for faggots

"New York Avenue”, in St. Paul.

Got a light?

I've a lighter here.

Monique, where did you get this?

Fat Louis gave it to me. Why?

I'll borrow it.

Get ready.

For now, we're just following him, OK guys?

OK, boss.

Let's go.

"CLOSED DUE TO BEREAVEMENT"

Don't move, Fat Louis.

Do I know you?

We have mutual friends.

Like who?

Veronica...

Dolores...

Solange Ricci.

What do you want?

To collect on an overdue bill.

Get ready.

Police! You're surrounded! Hands in the air!

It's on fire.

They can't stay in there long. Call the boys.

It's not worth it, he's too far off.

Are you crazy? Do you want a bullet in the head?

- I'm sure I hit him. - Yeah, very good.

- Good evening, darling. - What have you got on?

I thought you liked leather.

You don't have to overdo it.

Did you hit your head or what?

Thank you, my love.

Can I have a glass of water?

- But you're hurt? - I tried to run off without paying.

Don't be stupid, let me see.

Is it bad, doctor?

You have to go to hospital.

You have to fix me here.

Why won't you go to hospital?

If I could go I'd be there.

- But... - Please, no questions.

I'll be right back.

That smells good!

- You expecting anyone? - No.

Stay here.

Good morning, Sylvie. I hope I'm not late.

No, Robert.

It's been a long time.

Gerard's in the kitchen.

It's Robert.

Robert.

What a surprise!

- How'd you know I was here? - Just a hunch.

An old cop's best friend.

- What brings you here? - I needed someone to talk to.

I'll leave you two alone.

I'm late. I must get ready.

Thanks.

What's up?

My career is ending with this very nasty business.

And there's a guy taking out all known suspects.

Last night he killed one of the last two right in front of us.

Well, that's something, right?

You got 3 of the 4 killers.

He got 3 of the killers.

It's a miracle none of my men died.

Maybe he feels sympathy for cops.

Guys you worked with were always lucky.

Remember when we were a team?

I hope luck's still with you, kid.

It's OK.

I can do it myself.

What'll you do now?

Just wait.

The mystery vigilante knows more we do.

I'm just counting his hits.

Why do you say vigilante?

A guy who enjoys killing criminals and avoids the cops and other people.

What do you call that?

You approve of it?

Of course not.

I can't approve of it.

Although...

I do understand it.

Don't forget I'm a cop.

I serve justice, not deliver it.

Then you must stop him.

We have to find him first.

I'm retiring anyway... so it's not my problem now.

I should go.

Oh, I forgot...

I found this near the body of a certain "Fat Louis".

Burnt to a crisp in a hangar.

No idea where it's from, maybe you can return it to Bruno.

- He'll ask where it comes from. - That's your problem, kid.

- You going, Robert? - I've a lot of work.

I'll go with you.

Bye, Gerard.

Bye.

Robert...

Yes?

Thank you...

for the visit.

You're welcome, kid.

The coffee was delicious, Sylvie.

You should come by more often.

When my son was killed while on duty, the Minister said

"Alas, Mr Capes, that's the menace that looms over every policeman."

He then put a medal on top of my son's coffin.

Read a nice speech... the same one as always,

then he left.

Why tell me this, Robert?

Because I like you Sylvie, so listen to me.

Don't start doubting yourself

Stay close to those you love.

I'll show myself out.

Bye, Robert.

I didn't know he lost his son.

It was 10 years ago, a shootout.

Never mentions it.

What did he want? He seemed strange when he left.

He wanted to know I was still lucky.

How's the patient?

I don't feel too pretty.

Don't be silly, you're beautiful.

The doctor says you won't get any scars.

Trust him, he's the best.

Thanks for getting him.

I owed it to you.

Did you find those two monsters?

Don't think about them.

They won't bother you anymore. One's dead. And the other one...

What about a little trip with your son?

Where could I go?

The maniac with Fat Louis took everything I had.

Here. This is for you.

- For me? - Yes.

- What is it? - A present.

You can get your car fixed.

But Gerard... there's a fortune in here!

You deserve it.

Gerard...

Yes?

Where's this come from?

From hell. Take care.

If that faggot's not here, we're screwed.

If he's not already here, he soon will be.

Costa comes here almost every day.

What'll it be?

Coke.

Hi, Costa. The usual?

Hi, Gerard. Slumming it?

I see they let the fairies out.

Are you hurt?

No, just a nasty fall.

- Hi, Lattuada. How's things? - Fine.

Why are you here?

I'm just passing through

- Want a drink? - I have to go.

Just one! We're leaving too.

OK, just one. Then I'm off.

There he is.

Running like his ass is on fire.

Let's get him.

- I'll be right back. - OK.

Fuck! Shit!

Good night, doctor.

Good night. See you tomorrow.

Do exactly as I say or I'll blow your head off!

They're stopping.

- What do we do now? - Pull over and wait.

It might be a trap.

What do you want from me?

I'm sure he'll hide somewhere.

Come on, get out.

Take off your shoes and socks.

Come on, do it.

It'll be dawn in an hour.

If Costa comes out of there, let me know.

You're in great shape.

Wasted on that cop.

You're crazy! Let me go!

Stop screaming, slut, or I'll cut your throat.

Tell me your guy's number.

We need to talk.

Yes?

Hey, cop, so you go to fag bars now?

You ought to, because soon you won't have a girlfriend.

Who is this?

Someone who's going to fuck you up like you did to those three guys.

Costa?

In the flesh!

I've a surprise for you.

I'm listening.

Congratulations, Mr. Pig, you have great taste.

She's as pretty as your friend Veronica.

But before I take care of her...

I'll work on your chick, just like I did with your whore.

I'll even fuck her just for fun.

I always dreamed of cutting a slut's throat while I come.

You want me to tell you what I'll do to her?

I've a proposition, Costa.

I don't think you've anything to offer.

Come on, talk!

My gun's pointed right at her.

Say something stupid, and I'll blow her head off.

You have my woman, Costa.

But I've the Greek's dough.

And the dope.

You return my woman, unharmed,

You can have it all.

What kind of shit are you trying to sell me?

You have the dough and the dope, huh?

You can't love your girl very much.

Why would I risk her life?

I know what you're up to, cop.

You wanted to fuck everybody else.

But now it's you getting fucked.

Just say yes or no.

Hello?

Cop...?

You still there?

I accept the deal.

I hope you really love your chick.

Or I might have to fuck her up.

I need to hear her voice.

That's OK.

I'll be listening,

so don't fuck around...

or I'll kill her.

He wants to know you're still alive.

So tell him, doll.

Gerard?

Don't worry, I'll get you out of there.

Gerard...

Yes?

I love you.

Me too Sylvie... Me too.

That little scene really touched me.

You've half an hour to bring the cash and the dope.

If you don't honor our deal, you'll find a corpse.

Got it?

You don't intend to keep your word, do you?

No. I'll fuck you and kill you.

And then I'll sort out your cop.

You're seriously sick, Costa.

He will deal with you the same way he did with your accomplices.

I'm happy today.

Thanks to you I am in total agreement with the man I love.

People like you must be wiped out.

Quick, Marcel!

Luigi, over there.

You'll regret looking down on Costa, slut.

My god!

I'll start With the tits.

Then move on to those beautiful slutty eyes.

No! No! Just kill me!

Shut up!

Oh, shit!

Open your mouth.

Open it!

Son of a bitch...

Luigi! Marcel!

Luigi, Marcel! Answer me, for fuck's sake!

You're alone, Mr Greek.

Alone with me. Got it? Alone...

You're finished!

Come on, keep calling them!

Luigi!

Marcel!

Scumbag!

The game's up, Mr Greek.

I'll crush you, faggot!

I'll mail your balls to the police, you junkie!

You talk too much for a guy who's about to die.

Come on Mr Greek!

Come get me.

You slut...

Gerard!

It's over darling.

It's over.

I'll be right back.

You're tough, Costa.

Unless...

A bulletproof vest.

Sick but careful, eh, Costa?

Here...

A present from my sister.

And this one's from me, scumbag.

You'll die as you lived, Costa...

Like a loser.

What happened, Gerard? I heard an explosion.

It was our friend Costa. He got blown one last time.

It seems that score settling in the abandoned factory

meant the end of the war between The Greek and Costa.

Plus, the bike and the compass found on top of the killer's corpse

confirm that Solange Ricci's murderers were four:

Louis Lecas, Joseph Melinaud, Raphael Lemoine and Costa.

Costa wanted the Greek out of the way and the same for his old accomplices.

Unluckily for him, the Greek caught him.

Exactly, boss.

Yes?

Excuse me, Boss. The Minister is here.

We're coming.

Let's go drink some champagne, Mr. Capes.

Your friends are waiting for you.

You're ending your career on a very high note indeed.

I'm sorry there had to be so many victims.

Alas, Minister, that's the menace that looms over every criminal.

It's been a pleasure knowing you, Robert.

Without you, the Big House won't be the same.

Without us, you mean.

Cheers.

Cheers, kid.

Produced and directed by Max Pecas