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To combat increasingly violent urban crime,

the police set up the Territorial Brigades,

the only squads to infiltrate the underworld.

Each unit has its network of informants

without which it cannot function.

An informant is called a "grass" by the underworld.

You OK?

Hi, Paulo!

- Hey there! - OK?

Yeah, don't worry.

Ah, my mate Kamel!

Hey, Paulo. OK? Can you sort me out?

No. I don't have anything. Get lost!

- Come on, mate. - Fuck off!

- Hi, Paulo. - Hey.

- Hi, Paulo. OK? - Got anything for me?

- When? - Tomorrow.

- I'm counting on you. - No problem.

- Hey! - All right?

- Is Monique coming? - All set for 12.

Midnight? OK.

- OK, Hot Dog? - Yeah.

Here you go! Still the same medicine?

I'm too old to change.

Hey, Paulo!

- Can you find me a TV? - I'll see.

- Paulo! - I'm in a hurry!

It's my kid's birthday.

- Give him my love. - Yeah.

Hey, Paulo!

Gonna offer us a drink?

Hey! How are you?

The Grass

See that one over there?

She tipped us off about the Faubourg job.

Nice pair of tits!

722 BVM 75...

That looks familiar.

- The white 504. - Oh yeah, that 504...

It's the Flea's.

Jeannot the Flea from Montreuil.

That's right. We'll pay him a visit.

He was supposed to tip us off 6 months ago.

I'll haul her down to the station tomorrow.

If anything ever happens to you, I can say to your wife,

"You were the last thing on his mind."

Look at those two bastards.

- Reckon they're punters? - No way!

They're after the girls' handbags.

Update on the Belleville alert.

It's another murder.

The victim's name is Paulo Sanchez.

Shit, it's Paulo!

Paulo?

I'll let everyone know.

Palouzi and Tintin. This is Unit 13 calling 584.

Paulo Sanchez has been killed.

Meet us in Rue Ramponeau.

Unit 13 calling 584. We're on our way.

Move along!

We're colleagues.

Chief Inspector Palouzi, Unit 13.

Calbart, Unit 8. I'm on duty.

- Did you know him? - Yeah, for years.

They meant business.

That's for sure.

Any witnesses?

OK, fine.

Here's Casta and Foucault.

Hey, Belgian. Hey, Captain.

- Captain? - He's nostalgic about the war.

All right, you lot?

Paulo had a little accident, did he?

You could call it that, I suppose.

He's dead.

No, just resting.

Here comes the crime squad.

Shotgun. Forty-five.

Work of a pro.

Hey, Captain.

Any idea of who the killers are?

Too many ideas.

- He fingered six gangs in 2 years. - That's a big loss.

He was a good grass. Blokes like him are rare.

Any ideas?

- Roger of Belleville. - Never heard of him!

Roger Massina. He says what goes in Belleville.

- A right bastard. - We know the bloke.

He's too big for you. He's one for the anti-gang unit.

They don't give a toss about him.

As long as he's out there, he'll give us a hard time.

That's the proof.

Captain!

- Any news? - Rachid gave me an address.

For shoes at 50% off.

Tonight's not a total loss.

Paulo is dead!

Hi, Roger.

He's not in a hurry now.

Someone has to take the rap.

Hey, Inspector!

- I haven't eaten since yesterday. - You'll eat well in jail.

All right, losers?

Hey there, Trouble!

Fill in for me for the whore raid?

I've got a dentist's appointment.

- Toothache? - Yeah.

- OK. Oh, sorry! - It's all right.

Got a deal on cassettes?

The captain gets them for me.

Come see me in my office. Ah, Palouzi!

You lost a friend last night.

Yes, chief. Shit happens.

Massina's got a rosy future.

Hi, Trouble.

- Hey, did you tell them... - Yes.

- The criminals nicked... - Nicked?

That's slang, that is.

Everyone says it.

Hey, Belgian!

I found you a girl.

Listen to this.

"French girl, 23, beautiful and sensual,

"seeks strong and severe master.

"Athlete, boxer or cop."

Sounds like you!

"Must be good with crops and whips to discipline me.

- "Accommodation possible." - Great! I need a place.

Anything about Paulo?

I haven't seen anything.

God...

All they care about is war.

But small-time crooks...

Mind you, it's understandable.

- How much? - 200 for the works.

OK, Nicole?

- Hello, Nicole. - Hi.

Hi, Sabrina. All right?

- How about you, darling? - I'm good.

- And Dédé? - He's fine.

Did you know Paulo?

How about it?

- Paulo? - Paulo Sanchez.

He was Dédé's mate.

He worked for Massina.

Dédé quit 2 years ago, so Paulo...

You won't be seeing him. He got rubbed out last night.

He was a grass.

A grass! That's what they always say.

Those Unit 13 pigs gave him away.

- I'm not interested in gossip. - OK, darling.

Let me show you something that will interest you.

How about it?

They're nice! Cartier too.

800 francs.

They ain't fake.

I'll speak to Dédé.

Next week I'll have 200kg of coffee and a load of cashmere.

You've got everything.

Just like a department store!

Hi ho, hi ho It's off to work we go

We're going to the park To see the whores

And maybe more!

I'll get him!

Shit, missed! Those jerks never recognise us.

Stop fucking around!

I forgot you were mourning.

If you like, I can sing Requiem for a Nark?

You didn't see the faces of his wife and kids.

What about the faces of the blokes he grassed up?

Not to mention their wives.

OK, he was a sly bastard

but he gave us our best cases.

And he was a nice bloke.

- You should send a wreath. - I already have.

200 for sex, 100 for a blowjob. Sorry, I didn't recognise you.

- Is Sabrina around? - Over there.

- Sabrina, hello. - Hi.

- Can we talk in private? - Yeah, sure.

OK. See you later.

See you.

What happened last night?

Half an hour after your colleagues left,

those bastards turned up.

The police are never around when you need them!

Were there a lot of them?

We only saw one bloke, but according to Cathy,

the man who hit her was hiding in the boot.

Did he hurt her bad?

Just look at her.

She better work nights now.

Did you get the registration?

"Red Renault 16, 295 DCA 75."

Good work.

Will you hire me?

I'd love too, but I'm a married man.

Shame.

How about the kid?

- He can't. He's gay. - Hey!

Ciao.

By the way,

aren't you on Paulo's case?

The word is, the pigs gave him away.

Do we look like killers?

Do I look like a whore?

How are we supposed to work here?

For them, if you're white, you're a cop or a junkie.

And they slam the door.

Hey, Trouble, where are your cowboys?

- They've got weak stomachs. - Is the Belgian getting wed?

- No one answers his ads. - There are plenty of girls here!

Got any news for us?

A shipment of smack next week.

But I already tipped off the vice squad.

So why tell me?

So you know.

Tell me,

what's this about Paulo?

I heard he was a nark. You fingered him?

Who told you that?

I just heard.

- Massina. - With rumours like that,

no one will talk to you in this neighbourhood.

A pig who fingers his nark is a bastard.

We owe you anything?

Same as usual.

- Shalom, brothers. - Bye.

Look, the captain and the Belgian.

They've got Djerbi and a junkie.

Captain's out of shape.

- Want to give them a hand? - Sure.

Move it!

I'll shoot in the air. It'll scare him.

Didn't work. The bloke's flying.

Turn right! Quick!

Shit!

Fucking jerk!

We were screwed. He's clean.

Oh yeah?

Sold 20 bags today?

No, sir.

Those are my savings.

Show me your arms.

- He doesn't even shoot up! - He's smart.

I don't deal no more.

And you don't know Roger Massina, huh?

Djerbi, don't fuck with us!

Sir, you're supposed to respect us foreigners.

It even says so in the papers.

He's right.

You're right, my dear friend.

Given the delicate situation that you're in,

I suggest we find some common ground.

Got anything for us?

Don't let the low-life off!

Why not? He works with Massina.

- You know people. - No. I don't know anyone.

I'm a tourist.

He's a tourist.

I'm a tourist.

Here, laugh at this.

20 bags.

20 drugged-up kids and you laugh.

Laughing now, brother?

Mohamed, the funfair's in Belleville.

There were 8 of them.

What was I supposed to do?

They took all the cash.

60 grand. They ripped it all up.

They were 4.

And you only had 20 grand.

But...

Since they hit me, my memory's screwed.

You understand?

You've 3 days to get it back.

You didn't used to see many pigs

but they're everywhere now.

They used to have narks.

Now they're blind and deaf.

As you saw,

it makes them edgy.

So I said,

"If your wife's a whore, you're a pimp."

Tintin asked the girl, "What's your matrimonial regime?

She said,

"We try to avoid carbs and rich sauces."

- OK? - How's the dancing?

I've got a good one.

What's the difference between a Belgian and a sink?

Hang on!

You can't put a plug in a Belgian!

Going on a stakeout, chief?

Hey, Casta.

A certain Mohamed Djerbi has filed a complaint.

He claims you insulted him,

hit and robbed him.

Chief, the bloke's a pimp and a dealer.

Casta.

The Algerian War is over.

We lost Algiers not Belleville!

You lot can laugh.

You've done fuck all for 2 weeks!

We're not making a quota.

The more crime there is,

the fewer arrests you make.

Can anyone tell me why?

It's called inflation.

It's called Massina too.

Always Massina!

You piss me off with your Massina!

He's getting in your way?

Nick him.

He's a sly bastard.

He never uses the phone. We can't tap him.

He's screwed our narks.

Then get some new ones.

In Belleville, you'll find plenty.

OK, chief, I'll deal with it personally.

Have a good weekend.

Right. What now?

Trouble and I have a candidate.

Who?

André Laffont, aka Dédé Laffont.

Organized crime,

fencing, racketeering, armed assault...

A nice bloke.

Kicked out of Massina's gang. Now he's a pimp.

Why would he grass?

Revenge.

He has scores to settle with Massina.

2 years ago, a certain Nicole Janet...

- Danet. - Danet!

His girl screwed Massina.

For free.

Dédé went to Massina for an apology.

- He was armed. - Bad form.

Massina punished Dédé and kicked him out of the gang.

He was right.

You can't work with a bloke who's in love.

Freez, vice squad. Hand over the money.

Don't shoot.

I'd love to.

Touching isn't free!

Good, or I'd be a cuckold.

Hey, I've got a surprise for you.

Guess.

Something to wear maybe?

You're warm.

A cashmere jumper.

How d'you guess?

Only you give me jumpers in summer.

Villains don't have seasons.

Hey, this is nice. Sabrina has some great bargains.

I chose it for you.

You'll get me noticed!

You see pigs everywhere.

When you don't see them, you're in trouble.

To think I'm making you lapereau rolled in pistachio tonight.

What's that?

Actually, it's 2 lapereaux.

Stuffed with kidney, chicken breast,

mushroom, parsley and a bit of garlic.

I don't get it.

You don't get what?

What are lapereaux?

Baby rabbits!

I'll go do the shopping.

Across the street?

Dollars again? I don't like it.

There are too many fakes.

- The Yanks don't have francs. - You're not a bureau de change!

If the alarm goes off at Fauchon,

I'll know it's for you.

You're taking risks!

That's love.

Get in!

Get in!

Sit there.

Was I too long?

- Same as usual. You OK? - Yes.

- Did Dédé like his jumper? - He loved it.

- You look tired. - I've been on the go for 6 hours.

I'm exhausted.

I can't wait for my holiday.

- Where? - Brazil.

I went to see the doctor for my jabs.

He said, "In your ass or arm?"

I said my arm. It won't show as much!

Sure that girl's still with him?

She was a good earner.

I guess he's still mad about her.

There she is.

How about it?

How much?

300 for the works.

Pigalle is cheaper.

Get lost, cheapskate!

Getting in, darling?

I'm busy.

Even the whores are racist!

Police.

Papers.

"Your papers, please." This isn't the ghetto.

Very classy!

"Danet, Nicole.

"29 August 1952."

30 years old!

7 Rue Barbet-de-Jouy.

Got a pimp?

They still exist? Not in this area.

She looks like a lesbian.

- Misogynist cop! - Listen, you.

Mind your manners! We never worked together.

Shut it, you! Let's take her in.

No way! 3 times this week is too much.

OK, we'll let you off if you do us a favour.

Hey you two, you're not the vice squad.

An intellectual whore!

Want me to admit it?

OK, I admit it. I've got a pimp.

His name's Danton. I've been with him 5 years.

Watch out, he's a big bloke.

Mean too. He's right behind you.

We'll let you off this time.

Thank you kindly.

Tell me.

Don't we know each other?

No.

I'm sure we do.

Hang on...

Oh yeah, Dédé!

Dédé Laffont.

- I haven't seen him in 2 years. - Oh yeah?

Good, Nicole.

That's good.

Bye.

She doesn't live with him anymore.

Want to bet?

Hi, Nini.

You win.

Here we go.

Let's bring them breakfast.

- Fuck! - Shush.

PLEASE BE QUIET

Dédé, what's going on?

It's OK, darling, they're cops.

Get under there!

You've no right! Where's your warrant?

- This isn't the movies. - They've got every right!

Sit down!

He's a punter.

Collect their photos, do you?

All wear the same size?

What a mess!

What's in here?

Found anything?

A 1974 Château Lafite-Rothschild. You spoil your punters.

I screw who I like.

That's private!

Hey, you tart, calm down.

What's this?

Lapereau rolled in pistachio.

It's tasty.

Want a doggy bag for your wife?

Good idea!

Get dressed.

"July 12, 8 tricks.

"July 13, 10 tricks.

"July 14, 16 tricks."

It was the parade!

Hey, guys, the new Bonux gift!

Your fella make you wet?

He isn't my fella.

You've lived together 4 years, since Massina's day.

You remember him.

Roger Massina.

Is that why you trashed my flat?

She's smart.

Your man's a loser, a joker. He doesn't interest me.

I want Massina.

Give us Massina, or we'll get Dédé.

Pimp with a shooter. 18 months at least.

I don't give him my money.

We don't give a fuck!

A whore can't live with a bloke.

That's procuring.

Nicole, I'm offering you a deal.

I look out for myself. I've nothing to say.

Think about it.

Why? I've told you.

OK, but Dédé's going to pay.

You lot are bastards.

You leave the real pimps alone.

We're bastards.

Yeah, so everyone says!

- OK, are we done? - We're just starting.

A right secretary!

- Date of birth? - Can't you read?

"August 29 1952."

Occupation?

Housewife, is it?

No. Whore.

I'd rather screw for cash than a sandwich.

- Known prostitute. - When did you start out?

Loser!

This...

is raw silk.

Can you afford it for your wife?

I'm a rich and happy whore.

- How much does Dédé take? - Who's Dédé?

- Here we go again! - Shut it, you!

I'm gonna slap her.

Go on. Spanking's free today.

OK, playtime's over! Stick her in a cell.

Nicole, you've no reason to do Massina a favour.

We know what he did.

Look at me.

I don't talk to the anti-gang unit.

So I'm not going to talk to ordinary cops.

We'll see about that.

Come on!

It won't be easy.

It won't be easy.

She's a villain's girl.

She's got balls.

- Dédé Laffont. - Big Dédé.

Hardcore.

- Holding up a bank. - Dismissed.

- Unevi shooting. - Acquitted.

Rue Choiseul robbery. 3-year sentence.

Judicial error.

There's plenty more.

Often hassled, rarely sentenced.

I'm one lucky villain!

I retired 2 years ago.

We know. Health reasons.

What is it you want, copper?

It's very simple.

Pimping and possession. You're looking at 2 years.

What's the deal?

Roger Massina.

Massina? Who's that?

A film star?

200 francs in your pocket and you act clever.

You're a small-time pimp.

Let's talk about Massina.

Is your mate always like this?

In 1970, you and Massina were at the same hotel.

The rumour is you shared a room

and then a woman.

They're all sluts!

A woman like Nicole,

reckon she'll stay with a loser like you forever?

She'll wake up.

- Massina says she's fit. - Good sucker, good earner.

She'll cheat on you.

Bastards.

You'd do anything, huh?

I'd rather be fucked up the arse than grass someone up.

Be polite.

Not his face.

The marks will show.

Right...

Tell us about Massina.

OK. I know Massina.

He's a bastard,

a coward, a killer. - A killer?

Yes. He killed Renick. Shot him twice in the head.

- Who's Renick? - Renick?

The grass Steve McQueen has to protect in Bullitt.

- Don't fuck with us! - Touch me again, pig, and...

And what?

He's messing himself up!

- Stop him. - He's insane!

Bastards!

Fucking bastards!

Bastards!

You're smart, Dédé.

We're going to be disciplined.

Wankers!

Bastards!

Arseholes, shits, wankers!

I've got 20 grand at home. Just take it and leave us alone.

Attempted bribery.

- We want no part of that. - You're stupid.

- So everyone says! - Nicole...

- All I want is... - Massina.

Dédé doesn't see anyone.

- I only see suckers and whores. - Wrong crowd!

You want me to show up at Roger's?

"Hi, Roger. How's life going?" Get real, you lot!

I can tell you about stolen knitwear,

a robbery, a pimp, no problem.

- Don't ask for the impossible. - I don't give a fuck!

I want the Belleville gang.

Promise you won't hurt Dédé.

You have my word.

- The same you gave Paulo? - You too, eh?

- OK, give me 10 days. - A week.

When I have something, I'll call you.

Dédé mustn't suspect anything.

Did you grass or promise?

I promised.

Nice one.

I don't know anything.

OK.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, gents.

No wonder she hasn't called. They left a week ago.

She tricked me.

A whore's promise!

They'll be back when they're broke.

It's a question of time.

That's it.

Go on, vice squad, do your stuff.

Thanks, Sabrina.

Will you leave me alone now?

The pigs are here.

Police!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Freeze!

Police.

OK, I won't run.

I won't run.

He had shaving foam all over his face!

A summertime Santa in boxers!

He should've had them on his head.

Hello?

Speaking.

It's Nicole.

You found my number?

That isn't my problem.

It's always one way with you.

Place des Abbesses...

in an hour.

All right.

The fish is in the tank.

Hi.

You OK?

I suppose.

Come on, let's walk.

- Seen the vice squad? - Not yet.

Why not? It's urgent.

Let's get things straight.

You promised me a deal but didn't deliver.

I want guarantees this time.

All's fair in love and war.

If Dédé knows I've talked, he'll kill me.

I won't betray him again. I'm not a scumbag.

If you want to help him, help me.

Why us? We haven't hurt anyone.

I want Massina.

And you're part of the game.

Belleville is full of narks! Why us?

Because I like you.

Well?

Do I get him off the hook?

You look a right mess.

You look a right pig.

How's your lady?

Fine, thanks. Nice of you to ask.

Whores don't cheat. Am I right?

So I've heard.

Why? Got a problem?

Talk about true love!

The vice squad got you this time.

Vice squad, my arse. Leave it out!

What's he up for?

Procuring, resisting arrest

and assaulting an officer.

Add "indecent exposure" while you're at it.

What's he looking at?

At least 3 years.

Well, this'll make it 5.

You don't miss a thing, huh?

Can we speak in private?

See you later.

It's serious, Dédé.

5 years inside.

Thanks, bastard.

OK, but you're a mug.

Massina nicks your bird, kicks you out and fines you.

You get 5 years

while Massina rules over Belleville.

And Nicole?

Think she'll mourn her loss?

- I don't grass! - I'm not asking you to.

I'm talking about revenge.

To think you were replaced by blokes like Petrovic,

Mohamed Djerbi,

the Lagrange brothers...

You're such a mug.

You're better than that scum.

I'm not as dumb as you think.

I told you, not in public.

Think you're Mesrine?

- Cut it out! I'm tired. - Is that so?

Been working too hard?

For sure.

I did the crossword, played pinball,

went shopping, walked the dog

then read my press cuttings.

Write your memoirs. I'll help you.

Summonses, waiting in the visiting room

and 15 hours' turning tricks to pay for a lawyer...

- And the nights I slept alone. - They weren't long.

What's up with you?

Come on, out with it!

What have I done now?

This isn't about you!

I'm bored, Nini. Do you understand?

They tried to get me yesterday.

Like some small-time pimp!

- People will hear you. - So what?

I've kept my mouth shut 2 years.

Dédé, you've changed.

Did the pigs put ideas in your head?

Pigs, thugs... I'm not afraid of anyone!

Palouzi, Massina... I don't give a bloody toss.

- Don't screw up again. - You can talk.

You fucked up first!

When you screwed Massina,

you betrayed me.

My biggest mistake was falling for a whore like you!

Don't go.

Nini.

What am I supposed to do?

- Hello, Rebecca. - Hi, Dédé.

Roger is in the kitchen.

Hi, Roger.

It needs salt.

Making pastilla?

Eggs, pigeon, chicken...

cinnamon,

almonds.

Nice one, Roger.

It beats couscous with merguez.

Anyway...

The past is the past.

I've got a job.

I can't do it on my own.

It's too big.

You can't flog a Matisse at the flea market.

A Rue de Rivoli antique dealer.

The shop's like Fort Knox but his home...

is Ali Baba's cave. It's full of stuff.

Jewellery, bronzes, furniture...

I need a good team.

How much is it all worth?

800 million francs.

Try it.

It's pretty good.

Hey,

were you at a fancy dress party?

I was with a punter, I didn't have time to change.

You work nights now?

Special session. A four-grand trick.

Sir?

Nothing.

You had quite a night too, eh?

I was on duty, but not for the same price.

Poor thing.

What's your wife say when you're in that state?

I'm not married.

Single, eh?

Maybe I should try to charm you.

That's enough, Nicole.

I didn't ask to meet you for pleasure.

Always business.

Go on then, copper.

Lost my phone number again?

- No, I was really busy. - Yeah, I know.

You're back in Belleville.

How d'you know?

Dédé's back with Massina. You must have lots to tell me.

He's knocking around with him.

Are they planning a job?

I don't think so. Dédé never tells me stuff.

He hasn't talked to you for a month. Come off it, Nicole!

Forgotten our deal already?

What'll happen when Dédé finds out?

I haven't told you anything.

I'll make out you're our top nark.

You're such a bastard.

I'm totally screwed. I'll have to go on the run.

OK, I'll make do with your man.

But you promised.

You're a fine one to talk!

Let's take a walk.

The Lagrange brothers, Petrovic... What do they do?

They're Massina's minions.

There's Djerbi, Jeannot Lafleur, Mickey One and 2 others.

Djerbi?

You know him?

Where does he keep his stash?

32 Rue de Pali-Kao.

- You sure? - He's always in the building.

Maybe he's screwing the concierge.

You're a mean bastard.

You're not wrong.

Doesn't it keep you awake?

Not yet.

- Labess? - I'm good.

Well...

You're all out, huh?

Don't go away!

Follow me.

Right.

Watch the street and I'll be back, OK?

Carnival time, pal!

He's getting away.

Imminent destruction.

Watch how we nab an Arab.

Quick!

Go on, Djerbi.

The café isn't far!

Move it!

Come on!

Fuck me!

The pigs!

You forgot something.

It isn't mine. I found it.

Sure, you're innocent!

We're racist and you're a victim, right?

And...

this isn't yours, eh?

We put it in your pocket.

It isn't for me.

I was helping out.

I've never sold it.

You've got a cold.

Here, have a line.

They're my savings.

To buy my mum a washing machine.

What a good son!

Thanks for the letter you sent to the IPCC.

- What letter? - You've forgotten, eh?

You said we beat you up.

You're hurting me.

Insulted you.

And robbed you.

Captain.

Listen to me.

I swear I never wrote it.

My lawyer did.

I think that's enough, Captain.

It feels fake.

Sounds nice though.

You've no right.

Just doing my job.

You don't want to be charged.

Hang on! Stop that.

I know another way to detect fake notes.

If the flame's yellow,

they're genuine.

Oh shit!

They're real.

Who do you think you are?

Know what I fancy?

I could murder for some scallop kebabs.

Like you made for my birthday.

I'll set up the BBQ in the corridor.

We'll get the police and the fire brigade.

It's hard being a cordon bleu in a hotel with no stars.

You call this a hotel?

Now the pressure's off, we can get a bedsit.

The pressure's off?

Why would it be?

Why would they leave us alone?

They're too busy to hassle pimps.

Oh yeah, I was forgetting.

I'm just pimp.

Speaking of pigs, any news from Palouzi?

Who?

Palouzi in Unit 13.

He isn't my type.

Give your brain a rest! What are you after?

I'm not after anything.

Palouzi arrests us, lets us go. Palouzi nabs Djerbi.

Bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

If the word gets around Belleville, it won't look good.

Why?

Worried about your image?

It was you who got busted then released!

You're such a wise guy, you probably made a deal.

Maybe Djerbi was you.

I'm not a grass!

- Playing the tough pimp? - What's that?

You never hit. What's happening to us?

Come on, calm down.

Calm down.

I'm scared.

Something bad's gonna happen.

It isn't.

I promise you.

I know what I'm doing.

Go on, cry.

You'll piss less.

Come on.

Since Djerbi, they're cleaning up.

- What's the merchandise? - Looks like cooking equipment.

Pressure cookers.

Another great case for us!

Dédé's making money with our blessing.

He still hasn't grassed.

We'll make him talk. His honeymoon's over.

I've got tonight sorted.

OK? After dinner,

how about an orgy at Cléo's?

Do you know Cléo's? No?

You should go out more!

Cléo's is packed with dentists' and lawyers' wives.

Fancy it?

And get a dose of the clap?

- Will Massina be there? - Can't you forget him?

The bloke's 55. He's even wary of birds.

You're in with him though.

It isn't easy.

Do you know his gang?

The Lagrange brothers,

Petrovic,

Djerbi...

Heard of them?

Djerbi, yes.

He's eating couscous inside now.

Was it you or the drug squad?

Drug squad.

Really? I heard you lot were there.

We helped out. It's our sector.

It would've been a great case for us. Pity that.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't know.

The whole neighbourhood knew.

He forgot we did him a favour.

I know how to behave.

Dinner's on me.

You can't buy us with 2 crabs and 6 oysters!

They're all the same.

Right, Dédé.

Let's go.

- What about the lobster? - Get up.

- Hey, they know me here! - Not us. Move it.

Hey, my suit!

What's your problem?

I've done nothing to you!

You're fucking us around.

You don't contact us.

Massina's wary. I have to prove myself.

He's taking the piss.

The game's over, mate.

- It's the slammer for you. - The paperwork's ready.

No woman, no mates, nothing.

You know why?

We're gonna put the word out you're a snitch.

- Got that? - Yes.

When I get out, I'll get myself a coffin.

There are 2 jobs.

Antique dealer on Rue de Rivoli, burglary in Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

- At the Galerie Sarraut? - That's it.

Massina wants to inspect it.

If he likes the goods, he'll move them to his lockup.

- We'll get him. - Hang on.

He isn't shifting the gear.

Who is?

Petrovic probably.

Careful, he's a nutter.

When?

I don't know. Soon.

- Your life's at stake. - Fuck you!

Hey, Dédé!

Have a bath.

You stink of fish.

Wanker.

I'm not done.

I'm not done.

- Hi. All right? - Yes, sir.

- Hello, son. - Hi.

- Sunday's dead! - Where is everyone?

Arnaud and Picard are after a pickpocket.

And you're playing receptionist.

See?

Hello, Unit 13 here.

Palouzi, please.

He isn't here. What can I do for you?

What's your name?

Simoni. Ange Simoni.

Never heard of you.

Right, listen up.

Tell Palouzi the Montreuil boys are here.

Café de l'Oasis, Rue Jules-Verne. Blue Mercedes.

918 FE 93.

What are they wearing?

Want the colour of their socks too?

Get a move on.

And just tail them.

Or you'll blow my cover.

Warn Palouzi.

They might leave. We'll do it.

I don't know the case

and to tail them, there aren't enough of us.

Don't worry, son.

With organized crime, you improvise.

We're interested.

But I'll need to show the photos to Mr Massina.

You want to see the pictures?

It'd be a good idea.

No, it's too risky.

They won't rip us off. We're mates.

Are you loaded?

It's just a Smith and Wesson 22.

Show him the bullets.

They're what got Reagan.

When they hit you,

they explode.

What you got?

What you got?

Nice!

The anti-gang units use them.

You ain't seen nothing. Check the freebie.

You're an aircraft carrier!

Hey, Petro.

There are 2 blokes in the bar. One smells like a pig.

Go out the back.

Here, stash this.

Do you have any Gitanes?

Yes.

Here.

It stinks in here!

Hey, loser!

Are you a pig?

- Come on, let's go. - You gone soft?

When there are this many beautiful cherries,

you can bet it's Bonne Maman.

That's made me hungry.

And you?

Who is it?

Petrovic.

Coming up the 11 o'clock news.

What do you want?

It's important. Hurry up!

Let's go for a walk.

- What's going on? - Ask Simoni.

I don't get it.

He's in hospital with a fractured skull.

I'll explain, he'll get me.

Shut it!

Gently.

Fucking hell!

It wasn't me, I swear. It was Petrovic.

You were there.

Put your shoes on!

Let's go.

- Where are you taking me? - Shut it!

Somewhere nice and quiet.

Leave me alone!

Stop!

I'll give you Massina!

I'll give you Massina!

Come on, Dédé, let's go.

What did you do to him last night?

Hey, Palouzi, what is it you want?

She's putting me off my food.

What the hell are you up to?

- Shut your mouth. - You're total bastards.

You're gonna get us killed.

Murders in Belleville. Unit 13 investigates.

Are you done?

First Paulo and now us.

I'm gonna kick your arse!

Stop.

Bastard!

Get her out of here.

- You lot are scum! - Shut it.

Whores don't lay down the law.

What'll happen to Dédé?

If he doesn't screw up,

he'll survive.

A copper's promise!

You can't transport the goods, it's too risky.

It isn't your style.

The biggest risk is being double-crossed.

Who by?

Laffont.

A small-time pimp on an 800-million job is suspect.

So what do we do?

The Lagrange brothers are trustworthy but...

Sure.

Hello.

Is there a problem with your telephone?

No, I don't think so.

Really?

Could you check?

Some lines are malfunctioning.

- OK. I'll go and check. - Thank you.

Madam?

That's his accomplice.

He's on time.

Only 2 minutes late.

- Good work. - They're moving out.

- Any problems? - No. Look.

Yeah, it's nice stuff.

Let's go.

Change of plan.

Will he take the bait?

Dédé reckons so.

Too good to be true!

Just to let you know I'm listening in.

Everyone out.

Wary?

Maybe you're right.

Good luck.

See you.

He'll know it isn't an accident. The Belgian can't act.

Dédé will get the blame otherwise.

Trouble,

you'd make a great director.

As soon as you hit him, we'll turn up.

What? I didn't catch that.

After the accident, we'll come racing up.

No. It's too obvious. Massina will know it's a set-up.

Wait 2 minutes.

I can see tomorrow's headlines.

"Following a traffic accident,

"two constables put an end to Roger Massina's career."

Are you ready? They've turned into Rue Vellefaux.

They'll be 2 minutes. Carlini will give the signal.

Here they come, Carlini!

Shit! It isn't Mickey One but Petrovic.

Over to you, Belgian.

Carlini!

It isn't Mickey One, it's Petrovic!

Call it off!

Give it your best shot. We owe it to Simoni.

Trouble, can you hear me?

Go ahead.

It's a balls-up. Petrovic is with Massina.

Petrovic is trouble.

Petrovic is armed and crazy.

It's too risky.

It never goes to plan.

Belgian, stop!

Stop!

Hey, stop!

Belgian, stop everything.

Heard me?

Can you hear me?

- Too late. - What now?

- If we intervene, Dédé's screwed. - So what?

To all units, continue as planned.

But careful, men, Petrovic is dangerous.

I'm screwed now!

I'll lose my discount. Right, let's swap details.

- I'll go park. - No, here, right now.

Someone tried that before.

What now?

It's a stolen vehicle.

- Let's just go. - He has to move his car.

Would you mind moving your car?

We can swap details here.

- What a mess! - But it's going to plan.

If he makes a move, we shoot.

Don't give me a hard time, son.

Take this and get lost.

No, that isn't very legal, you know.

We'll swap details.

Come off it! There's 10 grand here.

Sir, it's out of the question.

Here's 2 million for your banger.

Sir, that's enough!

He's a bloody socialist.

That's all we need.

- Get out of here! - Easy now.

Don't.

OK, let's go.

Weren't Arnaud and Picard going to nab them?

Yes.

Look.

Shit!

- It's a trap. - Someone grassed!

Fucking pig.

Get down!

Get down.

Stay there.

Get back inside! Hide in your cars.

Don't shoot!

Mum, I'm scared!

Where is he?

He can't have got far. Hide.

Picard! You see him?

No.

Trouble, what now?

A bullet in the heart.

Great last joke, huh?

Arnaud! Carlini!

It isn't just decorative!

The wankers!

Think they'll reimburse me?

I think he's in there.

I'll take the small door.

Hey, Captain!

Drop your gun!

Your jacket. Slowly!

Slowly.

Captain, this way! Arnaud!

Carlini!

Be careful, son!

Carlini, left. Arnaud, right. I'll take the middle.

I don't believe this.

Another police cock-up.

- Massina's on the run. - He won't get far.

Get down, or I'll shoot!

Freeze!

Don't move.

Arnaud, give me the cuffs.

Keep still!

Keep still.

Forget the cuffs.

Step aside.

Load his gun.

Dédé...

You were pretty good. You almost had me fooled.

Nice one.

Come on.

Move it.

Go on.

This is where narks end up.

Hello?

Hi, Nini.

Is that you?

I'm in trouble. I have to see you.

Do you know that hotel in Rue Cardinet?

Hotel Fortuny? In half an hour.

- Is it Dédé? - Massina.

Shit.

Copper's promise, whore's promise.

What did you say?

We have to find Dédé before the mob does.

Don't run, Dédé, or you're screwed.

If you don't turn yourself in, the others will get you.

You think the mob will forget you?

Are you mad?

Turn myself in? You see what happened?

Cops got killed. They'll be merciless.

I'm going to run, Nini.

- Like in the movies. - Yeah, like in the movies!

Please, Dédé! They'll kill you.

Call Palouzi. It's your only chance.

You think I'm a sucker, huh? You think I'm fucked?

Are you gonna drop me?

No...

I love you.

I love you.

Please...

Dédé...

Find me a car.

A white or grey 504. Something unremarkable.

Go to Alfonso's. Pay cash.

Be at Porte de Champerret at 4.

Where the buses are.

They'll kill you.

They'll kill you.

Another Martini, please.

I love you.

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