All language subtitles for Blood.Coast.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

- Cheers, everybody!
- Yeah, cheers!

To better looking robes!
We all want that, right?

Remember that cop from L'Evêché?

- He stole your gown to pose as a lawyer.
- That guy was an asshole!

He stole my robe to get some guy
to confess. Kind of a genius, actually.

I never really got why lawyers
still have to wear a robe.

I mean, it's kind of ridiculous
nowadays, right?

- Can I be honest with ya?
- Sure.

Well, the robes help us lie much better...
like women.

- That's true!
- Yeah, but I didn't come up with that.

- Oh.
- Huh? Sasha Guitry did.

- You know him, right?
- You take me for a fool.

- Don't be like that.
- Mm-hmm.

- You know I love you.
- Yeah.

No, seriously, it goes back
to the ancient regime.

Justice was seen as a divine right,

so it used to be served,
essentially, by clergymen,

who pleaded in their cassocks.

In fact,
the robe originally had 33 buttons,

to represent the age of Jesus Christ
during the Passion.

- Oh.
- Then it became a custom.

And now it's a distinctive feature
of men of the law.

- Ah, hence that priest side of yours.
- Well...

A priest who makes a lot of money
off drug dealers he defends, right?

Amen.

Yeah.

Are we out of champagne?

You guys can drink!
That was the whole bottle.

I'll go get another.

- All right.
- Are you okay, kids?

- Yeah? So who's winning?
- No one for now.

What do you mean? There's always a winner.

Always.

Hey.

Your safe's combination, now.

You don't know who I am, do ya?

A piece of shit who snorts cocaine
off a picture of his wife and kids.

You really have no shame, Jaborska.

Hurry the fuck up
before I knock your teeth out. Go!

Take the money and leave.

- My kids are upstairs...
- Shut up.

We're not interested in your money.

- You know what you're doing?
- Shut up. Here's what'll happen.

You'll let us leave, and quietly go back
to dinner with your friends upstairs.

And if you so much as think
of filing a report about this,

just remember I have a video
of you powdering your nose.

I post this, your career is done. Got it?

Did you get it or not?

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, yeah.

BLOOD COAST

INCOMING

Aah. So, what does it say?

A case from about seven years back.

Serge Lafont. A small-time pimp
found burnt to ashes

in the trunk of his car
in a nightclub parking lot near Toulon.

Some girl made a statement
accusing Peretto of being the culprit.

Apparently, the dumbass
confessed to her in bed.

This is the girl's statement.

Recorded by that scum of a lawyer.

Who's the girl?

A prostitute who worked for Lafont.
Sandy Karchaoui.

Found dead from overdose
six months ago in a hotel in Grenoble.

Think it's enough
to put pressure on Peretto?

I don't know.
We'll find something else if it's not.

- When do you meet?
- As soon as possible.

You think the lawyer
will keep his mouth shut?

He will, unless he wants half the thugs
here to know he blackmails his clients.

Hello?

Yeah, it's me.

What?

Damn it...

Okay.

Thanks.

It was headquarters.

Foudil Saïdi is dead.

Ali found his corpse outside his house.

You still have nothing to tell us,
Mr. Saïdi?

Or would you rather wait
for your whole family to be slaughtered

before you give us
as much as a simple explanation?

According to the first statements
we were able to gather,

your nephew was last seen alive
at the Intercontinental Hotel.

He had an appointment
with a girl named Sonia.

If you know anything
about this girl, you have to tell us.

Don't know her, I got nothin' to say.

I let you search my house without
any regard for my family's pain.

Now get outta here.

Get them out of my sight.
I don't need protection.

As you wish.

Tobias.

I'll need your help.

Yeah.

My name is Sandy Karchaoui.
I was born on November 13th, 1986

in Ris-Orangis, in the Essonne department.

I currently live
in 84 Alexandre Ribot Street in Lyon.

I make a living from prostitution.

I am making this statement to Mr. Jaborska
of my own accord, without coercion.

I would like to share everything
I know regarding the involvement...

Easy, boy.

What are you doin' here?

I brought you croissants.

Thanks.

He's beautiful. What breed is he?

Mixed breed.
I found him during a raid.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Tea? Coffee?

Coffee. Thanks.

Beautiful place you've got.

Go on, say it. A cop shouldn't be able
to afford this place, right?

- Don't worry, Miranda already asked.
- Didn't mean to say that.

It belongs to a guy
I got out of some trouble.

He's in Australia 11 months a year.

I don't pay rent, I look after his house.

And, uh... what do you do
on the 12th month?

- Well, I manage.
- Thanks.

That's why you chose this department.

Good benefits.

My sister died of an overdose.
I wasn't there when she needed me.

It's pretty good motivation.

I'm sorry, Lyès.

So, what brings you here?

I saw you and Arno at the lawyer's.

Don't tell me you'd do something
that risky just for the investigation.

Am I being watched?

Did Miranda ask you to be on my ass?

No. I don't give a fuck about Miranda.

I'm not your enemy, Lyès.

I just wanna stay in the know,
not be left out to dry.

Left out to dry? What do you mean?
You just got here, what does it matter?

What do you want? Tell me.

I shouldn't have come here.

Thanks for the coffee.

Wait.

I'm visiting Peretto
at Baumettes in an hour.

I'll meet you there?

Okay.

See you.

- Hello?
- Mr. Tatoo?

- Yes?
- My... my son didn't come home, sir.

He gave me your number just in case.

- But I don't know why...
- Since when?

Since last night, sir.
He's not picking up his phone.

I'll look for him.
Don't worry, I'll keep you posted.

- Thank you, sir.
- Sure thing.

Ask Biggie, he knows everything.

- Hey, Audrey.
- What's up?

I got a call from Bakari's mother.
She's worried.

He didn't come home, won't answer
his phone. Nobody knows where he is.

You can't miss him.
He's probably 600 pounds.

He snitched on Biggie for me.
I'm afraid something happened to him.

Okay, I'll go check the market.

Arno's at the hospital with his wife.

- Okay.
- I'll let Lyès know.

- Okay.
- Okay, we'll be in touch.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Coach!

What's goin' on?

You seen Bakari?
Not even his mother knows where he is.

He can't be far. Why? Should I be worried?

Is the nickname "Biggie" familiar?

Yeah, I know the guy.
He comes here sometimes. Why?

- Know where I can find him?
- Félix Pyat. You tried that?

He's not there.
He disappeared overnight, the bastard.

What does he want with Bakari, anyway?

Let's hope it's nothin' serious.

If you see either of them,
let me know, please?

- What's up, Yaya?
- How's it goin', darlin'?

I'm good. I'm actually looking for Bakari.

Would you know where I can find him?

It's serious.
No one knows where he is. I'm worried.

What about Biggie?

Want me to give you a haircut?

- What now?
- It's just one euro.

Can't you see
I'm doing something right now?

Hey, Yaya?
Stop smokin' that shit. I mean it.

- Call me, all right?
- All right.

Yeah, yeah, bro.

Hey, guys, did you see Bakari?

- Bakari? I think he's at your mom's.
- Yeah.

- You tryna get slapped, man?
- Bro, relax...

- You want me to lock you up?
- Relax, dude.

Shut up! Tell me if you see him.

Okay, okay!

HOSPITAL

- You good?
- Yeah, you?

MARSEILLE PENITENTIARY

- What's up, guys?
- Hey, what's up?

- Do you have a minute?
- Yeah.

You know, uh... that guy, Biggie, right?

- Yeah, I think he's in a bungalow.
- Thank you, sis.

- You're welcome.
- Take care.

Hey, it's me. I know where Biggie is.

He's hiding in a shack at Étang de Berre.

I tried to call Lyès,
but he won't pick up.

Can you tell Arno?

Tell him we'll meet at the office
to set everything up soon.

Yeah, see you.

- Yeah?
- Audrey found Biggie.

- Let's meet at the office.
- Okay.

- What's wrong? You okay, bro?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. See you there.

I'll be right behind the door.

Thank you.

I should've just stayed in the cell.

I watched an invisible
invaders documentary.

Know anything about 'em?

Roaches, bedbugs, germs, parasites.

Those motherfuckers we can't see
but piss us off.

They're everywhere.
Mattresses, carpets, hair, eyebrows.

Even pubes too.

Huh? You should watch it,
it's pretty good. It reminded me of ya.

- Introduce me to your girlfriend, will ya?
- She's my colleague.

Quite the catch.

With a girl like that, you won't be bored.

So what do you want?

With all this time you got in here,
I'm sure you read the paper.

Not anymore. Too depressing, man.

I've been readin' the classics.

I just started Monte Cristo.

It's about a betrayal between
two best friends. You'd probably relate.

He didn't tell you about the time
he ratted out his whole team?

Men who joined his missions.

His bros he shared chicks with,
who'd take a bullet for him.

We call those cops switch-hitters.

For us, they're the scum of this Earth.

Are you done?

Sandy Karchaoui, ever heard of her?

Should I have?

A gift. Here you go.

Go ahead.

That's her testimony,
where she explains in detail

how and why you killed Serge Lafont.

She's a dead prostitute.
Doesn't matter what she says.

Yeah, that's right.

Except she filmed a video on her phone
that night of you telling her all this.

You looked happy here. Good-looking.

That's enough to reopen the case
and give you 20 more years.

Once we get a DNA match,
which we will, 20 plus 10.

Do the math, Jo.

You won't like the result.

Not for you or your family,
who'll watch you rot in prison.

Cut the bullshit, get to the point.
What do you want?

Give me the Indian's details,
I'll make it disappear. You have my word.

Your word?

That don't mean shit. Forget your deal.

What if I give you mine?

Who the hell are you?

My father was Pierre Vidal.

- You're Pierrot's daughter?
- Yeah.

Last time I saw you, you were 13.

Been a while.

I liked your father. He was an honest cop.

I might have somethin' for you.

On two conditions.

First, the file stays here.

Second, you go tell
that piece of shit lawyer

to watch over his shoulder
and get ready to suffer.

Your Indian,
no one knows where his hideout is.

But a bunch of people saw him hang
out in a brothel on the Spanish border.

The Don Quichotte.

And this...

This stays with me.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Why didn't you tell me
Peretto knew your father?

Did I do something wrong?

I didn't say you did.

Peretto and other thugs
used to stop by our place.

I'd get the feeling my father would rather
spend time with them than certain cops.

Understandable.

That whole story Peretto told us about
your team? What was that about, anyway?

It was a long time ago.

- Where were you before Marseille?
- You read my file, didn't you?

Yeah. But there's a gap in it.

ACS in Paris for ten years,
DEA in Marseille for three,

and then undercover operations.

And, uh, is that where you met Murillo?

Yeah, that's the gap in my file.

I brought down my whole team.

My bros, as Peretto said.

Wanna get in the car? Sorry.

We'll come back for your bike later.

Hello?

Where the hell have you been?
I've been calling for an hour.

We're waiting for you. We found Biggie.

Go ahead and arrest him without me.

Call ACS for backup
if you have any problems.

I'm going to Spain with Alice.

What are you talking about?
Why the hell are you going to Spain?

Peretto gave us a lead
we're gonna check out.

Okay, got it.

Cool. Call me when you catch that idiot.

All right, take care. Bye.

- All good?
- Yep.

Come on, let's go.

I swear I'll find whoever did this, Leïla.

Trust me on this.

And then what?

They took both of her sons.

They took my husband.

Their deaths
won't erase our pain.

- Call me when she's awake, all right?
- Okay.

What's up, bud?

Mommy says that Papa left us.

But I know that he's dead.

Daddy left this life
and moved to the next one.

He'll always be with us, though.

And I'm here, too. Hmm?

Is it true that he got killed?

Come here. Here.

Is that game fun?

You're winning, right?

Kill all the monsters for me. Huh?

Be right back.

Hey, Tobias.

Thanks for comin'.

Do you know how many homicides have
occurred since I got to Marseille?

I never count deaths,
just money, Mr. District Attorney.

Ah.

Five murders.

And two missing people
cases in less than a week.

Mm-hmm.

Sure, Marseille's a troubled city, I know.

But... you have to admit,
the situation we're in

might have the slightest impact
on our collaboration, ma'am.

So it's very simple.

Either you find a way to swiftly contain
the rise of violence going on here,

which I find unacceptable,

or I will be forced
to take the appropriate measures.

Meaning what?

I think you know what I mean.

And, uh, we both know that sometimes
we have to get rid of certain people

if a person's methods and presence

happen to be affecting
our institution's credibility.

Our credibility.

What exactly is it
you expect to achieve here?

Where are you from again? Orléans?

Joan of Arc's birthplace?

And you think the police in Marseille
are the same as in Orleáns? Hmm?

I love this city because it's crazy.

And to control a crazy place,
I need crazy cops.

I need real bastards.

If you expect me to get rid of my team

to replace them with puppets
chosen by the higher-ups,

you can just forget about it.

If you need someone to blame, I'm willing
to go ahead, pack my stuff and step aside.

Is that clear?
But keep your hands off my crew.

- Ah.
- Mrs. Fabiani. Mr. District Attorney.

Have a seat, if you will.

I went ahead and told Captain Miranda
we were having lunch, Mrs. Fabiani.

I believe he has important things to say.

I got an email from my superiors.

They're worried about the turn
of events these past few days.

They're seriously questioning
the legitimacy and behavior

of some of the well-known
police officers in our squad.

So they're asking me to be completely
uncompromising towards these officers.

Just wanted to inform you.

Okay, and what does
"completely uncompromising"

look like to you?

Just curious.

It means getting rid of anyone
who may harm our image

and interfere with our efficiency.

Do you have someone particular in mind?

Lyès Benamar.
I'm sure you've wondered how he managed

to arrest half of the biggest drug dealers
in the surrounding regions,

while his childhood friend Ali Saïdi
became the boss of the other half?

I understand they stopped
being friends a long time ago.

What exactly are you insinuating?

Nothing, I'm just... stating a fact.

Someone has started a war with Ali,
and Lyès is cleaning up the mess for him.

So I went ahead and requested
an investigation be opened,

and it so happened that...

Mr. Sartet agreed.

Go, go, go. Go!

All right, go.

Okay, police!

- Yeah?
- We found Biggie's hideout.

He was lying there
with a bullet in his head.

Damn it.

The crime squad guys are on the scene.
We just sent the bullet to the lab.

We're just waiting on ballistics.

So? How's it going for you?

We're not there yet. Keep your phones on.
I'll call if anything happens.

Okay.

Tell me... How's it going with Alice?
All good? Any updates?

Do you have a crush yet?

A road trip to Spain,
just the two of you on a secret mission.

I bet you're pretty happy.

Right. Are you done? Okay.
I'll bring you some churros.

They just found Biggie.
He was killed. Bullet in the head.

- Do you want anything?
- No, thanks.

Perfect timing.
I got something for you. Come on.

I got a copy of the forensics report,
from the, uh, forensic ballistics team.

Okay.

They found a fingerprint on the bullet
that killed your friend Biggie.

Someone named Nader Saraoui.
Does it ring a bell at all?

A small-time fence who tips us sometimes.
Not a guy who'd shoot someone point blank.

Well, we're gonna have
to find him and question him.

He's the only relevant connection
we've made in this case.

He got out of jail six months ago.
No known address to this day.

Just a license plate number for the car
he's supposedly driving around with.

There's an APB on him already.
All units were notified.

Plus, I asked HQ to notify you
as soon as Saraoui is found.

Won't that piss off the crime squad?
That's their job.

- No you don't have to worry about them.
- Okay.

By the way,
where are Lyès and Alice?

They're tracking the Indian over in Spain.

- A new lead came in today.
- Really? How come I didn't know?

Well, you do now.

All right, find Nader Saraoui before
anyone else does and figure this out.

Arno, you stay here.

- Hmm.
- Okay.

Yes?

Your wife had a relapse, didn't she?
How is she doing?

Yeah, they're gonna try a new treatment.

Why don't you take some time off?

- You should be with her at the hospital.
- No, no.

Thank you.

Listen.

This is not worth the sacrifice.
Spending time with the people we love

is way more important
than this negligible job, believe me.

I think it's worth it. It keeps me going.

You're a good cop, Arno.

- Take care of yourself.
- Mm-hmm.

SPANISH BORDER
PROVINCE OF EL PORT DE LA SELVA

- Hi.
- Hi.

If you wanted some action,
you should've come on your own.

Well, I'm not really into hookers.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Two beers, please.
- Of course.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

- Do you speak English?
- No.

Do you know a French guy
who hangs out here?

He's called "The Indian."

No. I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

You got rejected, huh?

- Let's split up.
- What for?

Just do it.

You have reached Coach. Leave a message.

Hey, Coach. It's me.
Have you heard from Bakari?

Nobody knows where he is,
and his voicemail's completely full.

Call me back.

- Hey, honey. How are ya?
- Hey. Good.

Hey, girls, what's up? Yeah? I love this.

Hi.

What are you doin' here?

I'm on my break.

And I came to see if Lucie was all right.

I can get you a cot
to stay by her side if you want.

Thanks, I'm fine.

Hey do you have time for a drink?

What happened with that girl?

What do you mean?

Fanny Santiago.

What happened?

I don't know what you mean.

Come on, I'm not an idiot.

Truth is,
I know Murillo's file by heart.

And I know that woman
was part of his team.

You know that too.
You recognized her, obviously.

So what are we waiting for?

Fuck, Lyès. Fanny is under
an international arrest warrant.

So why on Earth are we sitting here,
and not arresting her

or notifying the Spanish police?

What's going on?

I owe her a debt.

What do you mean, a debt?

Fuck, just talk to me!

The day I brought the team down,
there was a huge gunfight.

Murillo realized I ratted them out,
and so he tried to kill me.

But she got in his way.

Why did she do that?

Why do you think?

- We were sleeping together.
- You were screwing Murillo's girl?

She wasn't his girl back then.

Plus, he's dead now, anyway, so who cares?

And... did she know you were police?

She figured it out that day.

And you let her escape then.

Of course I did.
What was I supposed to do?

She saved my life, I couldn't
let her spend 20 years in prison.

So, what now, then? What's your plan?

I don't know.

I'm Tobias.

I messaged you earlier on the website.

- Ah. We'd better go.
- All right.

Thanks.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

So, what's the plan?

Ah... here.

Put a tracker on her car.

- Do you have a warrant for that?
- Why would I?

- Go ahead, it's better if you do it.
- You're the worst, you know that?

Danke schön.

The girl talked.

She gave me a name, Da Costa.

He runs a brothel
in the eighth arrondissement.

He's the one who arranged
the meeting for your nephew.

But the guys waiting for him in the room...

she doesn't know them.

But I'm sure Da Costa does.

You want me to handle him?

No. I wanna be there.

Right. There's another thing, though.

One of the guys said
that you're next on the list.

Meet me at the villa.

Ali, I know you're grieving,
and I respect that.

But... a lot of people are insecure

about whether you'll be able
to look after their businesses.

They need assurance.

Those same people want you to know
they're here if you need anything. Really.

Tell them they could've waited
for my nephew's blood to dry

before sending you to pry around my house.

My sister and niece are grieving, and you
come here to threaten me and my business?

I didn't come here to threaten you.

I just want an answer, is all.

You know them.

A small sign of weakness from you

is enough for them
to look for another candidate.

They just want to know if,
given your situation,

you can still handle the task
you have been entrusted with.

City Hall and the regional council
are on their side. Big investors, too.

Ali, the crack is the real problem.

It's spreading in all the projects
you're supposed to run.

Housing prices are dropping daily.

And without building permits,
soon you'll have nothing but wastelands.

Tell them I'll handle it.

Now go. I need to be alone.

Did you actually have feelings for her?
Or was it just for work?

Well, would you fuck just for work?

No.

Well...

Yeah.

I fucked for work once.

Really?

- Yeah.
- And how was it?

Well, I mean, he didn't talk much,
I guess, but... he was a good fuck.

Oh, damn...

- What'd your boyfriend say?
- I didn't tell him about it.

But we're not together anymore anyway.

Is that why you came to Marseille?

Among other things.

What?

You're a strange girl.

Why would you say that?

I don't know, I mean,
you come here from Paris...

you jump straight into a gunfight with us,

then you confront me
about that lawyer we robbed.

And now you're in Spain with me,
outside legal framework, even though...

You're an honest cop, right?
At least, I think so.

What's the catch?

Tell me.

What?

Tell me the truth.

You ask too many questions.

Okay, you keep first watch.
Wake me up in two hours?

Why not you first?

I mean, I placed the tracker,
so you keep first watch.

Sorry, excuse me.

Yes, hello?

Headquarters speaking.

Give me one second.

Okay, I'm listening.

FYI, the anti-crime guys
found the car you're looking for.

It's at La Roue bar on La Madrague Street.

They checked, and apparently,
Nader Saraoui is inside the bar.

Okay. Great.
Uh, can you call the rest of the team?

- We'll all meet at La Roue bar.
- Okay, will do.

Appreciate it.

She's leaving.

He's still in there. Let's go in. You take
the front door. I'll take the back.

Okay.

- Salaam alaikum!
- Evening, gentlemen.

- Hey. Where are you going? Come here!
- We just wanna talk.

Saraoui, stop!

Get back here! Where are you going?

Stay down! Stay down!
Don't move! Don't move!

- Get off me!
- I said down!

- Turn him over.
- Easy!

Da Costa!

Yeah?

- Get in!
- Hey!

Get in the fucking car.

Shit, I don't know why she's going
to Marseille, but it's not good.

Call for backup, will you? Call HQ,
tell 'em we're about to enter the city.

Let's go, move it.

Move.

- Arno, what's up?
- We caught the fence, Nader Saraoui.

He gave us the name of the guy
who provided all those guns.

He's called Tarek Hamadi.

He matches the Indian's description.

Where the fuck did this guy come from?

We did some research.

He hasn't been seen in the area
for 20 years.

Has a hell of a record. Started young.

Hold on, I'm tailin' someone
and I'm gettin' screwed.

I'll call you back.

Fuck, she noticed us!

What the hell is she doing?

Fuck, God damn it.

BLOOD COAST