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Season 3

Let's go!

Odessa

I need a time, Eddy.

I love you.

I love you.

Hello?

Right.

- How about a coffee?
- Forget it.

A 4x4 just got shot
to pieces by the Arc de Triomphe.

If I've understood, you're asking to
see Roland Vogel's family record book

to check if there's
a family member you might contact?

That's right, yes.

But the police already have a file
containing this Information.

I've looked for it,
but it's gone missing.

There was a fire in the archives.

The city hall's archive unit takes
better care than yours, clearly.

That's great news. It means
you�ll be able get me a copy

- of Vogel's family record book.
- It doesn't work like that.

Are you familiar with the expression.

"Interference with a judicial
proceeding"?

Listen. We do things
by the book here.

Bring me a request from the
Prosecutor, and l'll be able to help.

I hope that's the case.
Because I will be back.

Roland? This is Adrian Lortihois,
city hall.

Call me when you get
this message.

It's urgent.

What's the story?

The car was armoured
from top to bottom.

Whoever was in it walked away alive.
Witnesses saw him go to the metro.

Who owns the car?

Levani Jordania,
Vissarionovitch's adopted son.

I thought there would be no war
before Vissarionovitch died.

He must have kicked the bucket.

Let's pay
the Vissarionovitch's a visit.

- That's not a good idea.
- Believe me, it could be worse.

- Are you coming?
- You won't need me.

Jordania is fluent in French.

The man was seen walking
calmly from his vehicle

and entering a nearby metro station
after his attackers had fled.

Cartridge cases litter
the nearby pavements....

- Well?
- Vissarionovitch died last night.

And his bastard got the message.

You knew it was an armoured car,
so why send me to machine gun it?

Only dogs attack with no warning.

I'm not a dog.
I'm giving him a warning.

Our friend Viktor has heard
that the boss is dead.

His sons will be
on the next flight to Paris.

Are you okay, Rox?

- Do you mind if I go home?
- Of course not, you do that.

- Want a lift?
- No, I'll take a taxi.

I'll call you.

Hello, gentlemen.
We're police.

- Is Levani Jordania in?
- And l'm Father Christmas.

What�s he saying?

Come on, young man.

Hello. l'm Captain Caplan,
police department 92.

We'd like to talk to
Mr. Levani Jordania.

Hello l'm Levani Jordania.
How can I help you?

If you don�t mind coming with us,
we'll tell you at the station.

Certainly. Just a minute.

I'm goin with them.
Everything's fine.

Come on then.

Let's go.

Who are you?

This morning, we found you
full of bullet holes.

Yes, Lieutenant Delgado?

It's about Vanderbeke.

You were there.

Go on.

CCTV shows you at the scene,
entering a metro station.

Very well. Okay.

Why have you come
looking for me.

Shouldn't you be looking for
my attackers?

Sit down.

Do you have no idea
who tried to kill you today?

- No.
- Mikhail Pavlovitch, for example?

You've clearly done your research.

So I expect you know
that Mr. Pavlovitch and I

are not friends.

Rivals, perhaps. But not
to the extent of killing each other.

You're both in
the vory v zakone brotherhood,

a criminal organisation
led by your adoptive father.

He was never the godfather
of a criminal organisation.

He was the guardian of a philosophy.
Crime has never entered into it.

Talk to us, Jordania... Talk.

You got your criminal record off the
mark when you were thirteen.

It's a record as thick as the Bible.

But I didn't find anything in it
preaching love for your neighbour.

Just like the Bible,
it�s a question of interpretation.

You're Caplan, right?

A few weeks ago,

your team held up a cocaine
shipment for a gangster.

Luckily, my men intercepted the
poison and got rid of it.

So let me ask you
and your police colleagues,

does holding up this shipment make
you complicit in drug trafficking?

And does the fact that I
flushed it down the toilet

make an honest citizen of me?

You're a condemned man.

Like Cicero, l'm a philosopher.

A philosopher's life is spent
in preparation for death.

- Cicero was murdered.
- Without even defending himself.

We are drastically different
in that respect.

- Is that everything?
- For now, yes.

What do you want?

All I can say is,
if you try anything, l'll kill you.

- What have I done to you?
- Have you finished?

I need to use the toilet.

You held up the shipment
for Paradjanov.

Why you did that
is none of my business.

But why would the Armenian get
involved in drug trafficking?

In any case, Jordania
has trashed the goods.

Paradjanov must have
passed them on to him.

- The Armenian has chosen sides.
- If that were so,

Pavlovitch would not have
dared attack Jordania.

- And today he would have died.
- Bloody hell...

I'm totally lost.

He must have felt safe
to attack Jordania.

Talking to Paradjanov
will give me a clearer picture.

With the big boss dead,
how long before it kicks off?

The corpse will be on show,
and then it'll be flown to Georgia.

That gives us 24 hours.

There's sure to be a weepy
get-together somewhere.

Find the funeral parlour, Andreas.

Everything will be okay.

I've arranged for the vigil
before the body's return home.

Will you accompany it
with your son?

I'll send a hearse
at the end of the day

to collect your father's body
and prepare it for the vigil.

Thank you.

There's nothing to thank me for.

Call me if you need anything.

Anything at all.

Be strong.

Shit. I'm not getting through.

Bloody network.

Hello, Adrien?

This is Roland.
I got your message.

Call me back when you get this.

When the target's down...

...this place will be swarming
with vors.

Wait here for me.

Take care.

You too.

We have a visitor.

Eddy Caplan, the magician!

Last time we met, you were on the
run. Now you�re a cop again!

You're not just a simple
fraudster, are you, Atom?

- What do you want?
- Your boss is dead.

His son Levani Jordania
was shot at in his car today.

lossif Vissarionovitch
was not my boss.

He was like a father to me,
and to all of us.

As for Jordania that�s
an occupational hazard.

You don�t seem
very close to him.

Yet you gave him the coke
I intercepted for you.

You didn't
intercept it for me,

but to pay for Bambesi's
delivery. Remember?

It's crazy, a cop intercepting
drugs for a crook like me!

What do you guys do apart from whine
away, sucking off your informers?

You'll soon see,
if your brotherhood goes to war.

When did France last
win a war, Rafael?

With or without the Americans?

Caplan, I'm Armenian.

I�m also vor v zakone.

Your stupidity
has left Wachewski dead.

Who's next? The girl?
The family man? I hope not.

Here�s my advice, Caplan.
In case of war, stay well away.

Eddy...

- Your request has been turned down.
- How come?

The Prosecutor deems
the investigation unnecessary

because of the attempt
made on Vogel's life.

If he's victim,
why's he hiding like a culprit?

He's still around but his lawyer
says he's hiding out of fear.

That's understandable.

He�s prepared to attend
any summons, if required to do so.

Vogel's traumatised?
Whatever. This case stinks.

Lortihois at city hall
is dodgy, too.

Paranoia can be a handicap
you know, Fargette.

If you can't find anything concrete
to present to the Prosecutor,

we're dealing with pure speculation.

Yeah. Right.

Close the door behind you.

- Hello
- This is Andreas.

How did it go with Paradjanov?

The Armenian
has plumped for Pavlovitch.

- Why do you say that?
- His cool reaction to the shooting,

and reference to "occupational
hazards". It was clear.

- Jordanian got no chance, then.
- We�ll have to see how it plays out.

Have you found
the address of the vigil?

I've got the addresses of
various funeral parlours.

I think I've found the one we want.

Text me the address.
I'm on my way with Walter.

What are you thinking?

I need another pair of ears.

- Hello.
- Lieutenant Delgado?

This s Mr. Grandval.
Prosecutor Vanderbeke's lawyer.

My client has asked me to give you
the contact details of Erica Vogel.

- Do you have a pen and paper?
- Just a second.

Go on.

Just a minute.

- Have you seen Zourab?
- Yes.

He's looking after
the formalities.

After the vigil, Darius and I
will go on the same plane as father.

When you're back
in Georgia, stay there

until I've sorted out
a few things here in France.

What things?

The war you're about
to declare on Pavlovitch?

What will happen to Darius and me?

Your father made provisions
You'll want for nothing.

l'm not talking money,
you idiot.

l'm talking about your life.

- Our life, us!
- There can't be an "us".

It's impossible.
You have to understand that.

As for the war, I'll be okay.

If there can be no "us", why should I
care what becomes of you?

First you request a transfer for
Vanderbeke to the VIP wing

and now you want
a surveillance van and a phone tap.

A transfer for Vanderbeke?

Yes...

Lieutenant Delgado
submitted it in your name.

You feel Vanderbeke
had links with Vibert,

and since it all
started with Vibert...

Thanks.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Who are you?

Answer me. Who are you?

What are you doing
outside my home?

Answer me!

Hold on! I've got
no network here.

- How are you?
- Not good. Things aren't good.

A fat policeman was here,
and he won't get off my back.

Don't worry about it.

What do you mean?
This is serious.

I falsified the official documents,

but now I'll have to tell them
you've got a sister.

Don't stress. I need to see you
so we can sort it out.

Okay. Drop by city hall
when you can,

and we'll sort it out
once and for all.

Trust me, Adrien. Trust me.

- Are we nearly done?
- Yes. Test the mic.

If you hear me, Eddy,
which of us is most handsome?

You are, honey. You are.

Okay. Next room.

- Come on, get a move on.
- Okay, we're done.

Is the coast clear, Eddy?

Okay, you can come out.

Go, go, go!

- Job done.
- Good work, guys.

- Any pizza left?
- Go for it.

Gross.

l'm not hungry.

What are you doing here, Vogel?

I got bored of the city.

Paris is so polluted.

Who's your companion?

No idea.

Can you help me?

Okay.

If you find out where she buried
the head, arms and legs

of my colleague, who I murdered.
I'll get you out of here.

It's here.

We have a problem, Mikhail.

I hope you understand.

Soon we'll be rid of
any problems.

How come? Are you going to
put a bullet in your head?

Arkadi! Why the talk
of bullets in heads?

You know who we are.

Yes. You're the sons
of a man who I respect.

But that doesn't mean
I have to respect you.

You say you respect our father.

But you owe him.

The lorry we sent you
with the girls.

A dead loss.

But it gets worse.

The 10 kilos of powder
our partners sent you

was also intercepted.
That too was a dead loss.

We're not short of girls.

And I found the drugs.

Didn't it end up
in the sewer?

And when are you dealing
with Jordania?

Today is a day of mourning.

There's plenty of time to fill
another coffin tomorrow.

Jordania...

There's Atom Paradjanov.

Soldatov needs no introduction.
He's with Mikhail Pavlovitch,

Jordania's rival.

- Who are they?
- The Batourina brothers.

Serguei and Arkadi.

Their father, Viktor Batourina, is a
vor boss involved in major deals.

But he can no longer leave Russia
without risking arrest.

So his sons are messenger pigeons
managing business outside Russia.

We are gathered here today

to find an honourable solution

to a situation bringing
some of us into conflict.

- Could I say a few words?
- Yes.

What did he just say?

Honour and fairness
have come to rest in here.

My father incarnated those values.

I do not see anyone else here,
apart from Zourab,

who is able to follow
in his footsteps.

Do you mean to say
that you, Jordania the bastard,

are the worthy heir
of the big boss?

- How's it looking?
- Not good at all.

Do you know the difference

between a bastard
and a son of a whore?

What makes a bastard different
from the son of a whore?

The bastard knows his father. The son
of a whore spends his life searching.

He spends his life searching.

This is no time
for insults, Levani.

We're trying to come
to an agreement.

Why would I give a shit about
you and what you think?

l'm not dealing with a petouchok.

- That's all you are to me.
- What's a petouchok?

The lowest of the low
in a penal colony.

They receive no respect.

My brother Arkadi and I
are vors as well.

You're vors, are you?

At which prison did
you eam this honour?

- My father...
- What?

- My father...
- I respect your father,

but he is not here.

Pass on his message
or keep your thoughts to yourself.

He wants power to be shared equally
between you and Mikhail Pavlovitch.

He says it is in both of your
interests to be reasonable.

- Reasonable?
- Yes.

But I thought I was
being reasonable.

Zourab, this morning
someone tried to murder me.

But l'm still here, talking to you,
and everything is fine.

I think that someone
who ordered the attempt on my life

is quite prepared to kill

and to get involved
in drugs and prostitution.

You bastard!

Cool down!

I'm not allowed
to take sides in this.

But if you wreck
this day of mourning,

I will have to
deal with you, Mikhail.

Don't forget that.

Thank you, Zourab.

You're my witness.

Tell your father that.

And tell him this brotherhood
will not have two leaders.

Only one.

And also tell him

that drugs and prostitution are
still very much out of bounds.

And anyone who crosses that line
will end up in here.

Thank you all.

Excuse me, Zourab.
I have business to attend to.

Well, that's a declaration of war
if ever I saw one.

What's he playing at?

Fag break.

Oh shit!

Police! Drop your weapon!

Police! Put the gun down!

Turn around!

Give me your hands.

Turn around.

Give me your hands.

- Go back inside.
- What's going on?

Go back in.

Police!
Where are the stairs?

Second door on the right.

- Find anything?
- Nothing at all.

- You took the lift?
- Yeah, why?

Good idea. It's less tiring.

- Well?
- He'll pull through.

We can't see him
till he's out of theatre.

- Hello, Eddy.
- I'll go and talk to him.

He's under the knife
but his life's not in danger.

I'll secure the area. Okay.

Hello?

I'm coming down.

Walter. They're moving.

Hello, my princess.

What are you doing here?

Are you bored at home?

Where's Darius?
Everything will be fine.

I am handsome, intelligent...

...rich.

And one more thing.

l'm in good health.

Perhaps.

Well... Maybe not the last bit.

- Walter!
- Yeah.

We're going past the morgue
on Rue Tolbiac.

We'll get them on the bridge.
Both sides are secured.

Shit. They�ve turned.

We're on Rue Olivier Messian.

Tell the team to get
closer on my tail.

Quick!

They've destroyed my car
I'm on foot.

- They're heading your way!
- Got them.

Go. go!

Everyone in position!

What now? Brake! Stop!

Police! Give yourselves up!

Get out of the car
with your hands in the air.

Do a U-turn! Quick!

We live or die together.

Do as I tell you.

Jump in the water.
I'll cover you.

Odessa!

Odessa!