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PREVIOUSLY

Patrick Prigent.

We were at the Bataclan together. He wants me to take over his group.

They’re one of the best units in Paris. Earn their respect, like Patrick.

This is your new colleague Socrate, from Drugs Squad.

Stop!

Find informers, establish leads.

- Any luck with my thing? - I’m retiring.

He came to me with a tip-off.

- Do I know you? - Patrick sent me.

- He said you sent him. - Listen to him.

I just have to see someone first.

Police!

THE BRIGADE

OK. Hold on. I’ll call you back.

Hello.

Hélène Martinez, Crime Squad.

Saïd, BRI Versailles. I was tailing the victim, Sélim Khemissi.

I was checking a lead.

Someone started shooting. The father and son went down.

I got out of my car.

The guys shot at me,

and then they took off.

And the kid?

- They’re operating on him now. - OK.

We’ll take over. We’ll keep you posted.

Is that it?

Yes. Good luck.

Don’t push me out, please.

I don’t give a shit about rivalries and egos.

But I’ve just taken over the group.

I don’t know how it was before with other departments,

but I don’t feel superior to others. OK?

If I can help you find who did this more quickly, I will. OK?

Because that kid...

I’m the one who carried him in.

OK.

We’ll call you.

- Thanks. - Get some rest.

- Thanks. - Goodnight.

FERRACCI

Hello?

- How are you feeling? - OK.

Have you spoken to Crime Squad?

- Yes, I said I was tailing the guy. - Good.

- How’s the kid? - He’s coming around.

Doctors said he’ll survive.

Avoid the press. Leave them to me.

It’ll be fine.

The fact you saved a kid is good for the squad.

You still there?

- Yes. - Don’t go home just yet.

Levallois called. They’ve tracked a terrorist cell.

- You need to go in tomorrow. - Where?

Villiers-le-Bel.

FROM D.41.SAID @ DIAMANT 40: MEET HERE

VANESSA

- Yeah? - Have you seen the op is near you?

What?

Guys in the basement in building D. We’re go in an hour.

Shit!

Where are you going? You work nights.

- What? - I don’t get your hours.

There’s nothing to get. It keeps changing.

What’s this?

- You smoking again? - They’re Otmane’s.

Is he around?

He’s staying with a friend until he finds a place.

- Who? - All these questions! How should I know?

- Think he’s up to no good? - What’s your problem with him?

I just don’t want him causing us grief.

Otmane’s my sister’s son.

He can come around when he likes, OK?

Fine.

- Hey! - Who’s Vanessa?

She says she’s on her way.

Who is she?

A co-worker.

- The one who dropped you off? - I dunno.

Don’t be shy. Is she your girl?

Stop it. That’s enough.

Enough what? Come on.

You’re a man. It’s natural.

- Sorry I’m late. I was... - It’s fine.

Two guys sleeping in a basement.

We just got the alert.

Levallois thinks they’re about to take action.

Two guys back from Yemen.

It could be tricky, with all the drug dealing.

We go in as quickly as possible.

Get them out before everyone wakes up.

I’ll check the police cordon is in place.

- Did you hear about Saïd? - No.

The guy he was following got taken out.

Sélim Khemissi.

- The thug from the 20th? - Yeah.

Why was he following him?

Apparently he had a lead for him.

- He said Patrick sent him. - One of Patrick’s.

I was telling him what happened.

Patrick and his snitches. He got good tip-offs.

We never knew where they came from.

No numbers stored on his phone, he knew them all by heart.

Patrick was good. He was old school.

Police! Police!

Don’t move!

Drop your weapon. It’s over.

Drop your weapon.

Show me your hands. Get up. Get up.

Lift your jacket. Lift your jacket. Slowly. Slowly.

Come towards me. Slowly. Look at me. Slowly.

Keep moving. Look at me.

Look at me!

Light.

- Did I wake you? - No.

Go back to bed.

- Come with me. - No,

he’ll be up soon. I’ll pray and then take him to school.

OK.

Crimes against humanity and endangering the lives of others,

a rare charge for a company,

which Lafarge had tried to get dismissed.

An initiative which failed before the lawyers could comment.

We have more on the shooting last night in the 12th arrondissement.

The victims were a 43-year-old man and his 13-year-old son.

The man died from his injuries and the boy was taken to hospital

by a police officer present at the scene.

Hello?

The Lion screwed up.

Did you hear the news?

I have to deal with it.

You can’t. It will draw attention.

So what?

The kid had nothing to do with it.

- He didn’t do it on purpose. - That doesn’t matter.

I can’t just do nothing.

We don’t hurt kids.

Aslan screwed up. He has to be punished.

I understand. No point in my trying to change your mind.

No.

Bslama.

Allah maak.

Nothing to see here.

Who are they? Why are you hiding?

Show your faces!

- What are you doing? - Calm down.

You’re hurting me!

Let go of me. Let go of me.

Let me go, you bastard!

Let me go!

Get lost!

- Get off me. - Guys! The kid’s awake.

Bastards!

Take those two to Levallois. OK?

I’m going to the hospital. 42, you take me.

Don’t go far. If the kid talks, we need to act fast.

- Why did you do that? - What?

Talk to that woman.

- What were you doing? - If women get treated like that,

they’ll throw fridges off the building.

- We don’t need to start a war. - Are you kidding me?

- What? - You know many women here?

What is this?

- What’s wrong? - You know

I live here. Why not ask if I know her?

- I don’t care. - You don’t care.

- I know what you’re like. - I don’t give a shit about you!

I care about the group, the situation. Do you understand?

You made a big mistake just then.

You surprised everyone. You abandoned your colleagues.

It could have gone wrong.

I’m not saying it again.

I didn’t abandon them.

If I don’t want to talk, I won’t. I don’t ask

- why you were following that guy. - Don’t want to talk?

- No, I don’t. - Then you deal with it.

You handle it.

Don’t put your colleagues in that situation again.

I won’t say it again.

And don’t talk to me like that.

I’m not your pal.

Hello.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Do you remember me? - Yes.

This lady would like to ask you some questions.

- OK. - Is that OK?

Sorry to ask you this so soon,

but we need to know what happened last night.

We were going to a restaurant.

- With your dad? - Yes.

- No one else? - No. Alix didn’t come.

Who’s Alix?

Dad’s girlfriend.

- Why didn’t she come? - Dad didn’t say. I was pleased.

Where does Alix live?

- She told me that was the room. - Calm down, this is a hospital.

Make your minds up. Can I or can’t I?

No visits allowed.

- She told me this was the room. - There’s no point insisting.

And who are you? I’m his godmother.

- I don’t care. No visitors. - You don’t understand.

- What’s going on? - My godson is in there. His dad is dead.

I’m family.

- Where’s his mother? - Gone.

Let me in and we’ll see what the kid says.

- Come with me, but calm down. - I am calm!

You can’t come in like this. Calm down.

I just want to see him.

Darling.

How are you?

OK.

Shall I see if they have anything to eat?

Badri?

- Give me your car keys. - Why?

Ask Vanessa to come and get you.

It seems the kid’s dad was meeting his girlfriend.

A mistress?

No, a steady girlfriend, or he wouldn’t bring his kid.

But she canceled at the last minute.

I’m wondering if she helped set up the ambush. See?

Her name’s Alix. I’ve sent you her address on WhatsApp.

You and Vanessa check out that lead. OK?

So we’re tailing Khemissi’s girl?

Some joggers found the car used in the shooting,

abandoned in the forest, in Chantilly.

It had false number plates. Clean.

Socrate and Julien

have gone to get a tip-off from a guy Socrate knows

who fixes Audis for drug dealers.

What?

It’s Saïd.

He pokes his nose into everything.

You’re just upset.

- Did he ask about your mother? - No.

Well, he asked me why I helped her.

And?

And what?

I’m not gonna say, “She’s my mother, I wanted to protect her,

“but I was scared she’d find out what I do.”

You could have.

He already knows.

Or does he?

That’s why he annoys me, he’s shifty. I don’t like him.

Come on! Don’t let it get to you.

It’s a pain, but it’s not that bad.

My cousin left his cigarettes at my mother’s.

The same brand as we found in the raid.

You’re paranoid. Everyone smokes those, Badri.

Really? Syrian cigarettes?

- How is he? - OK.

Yes, I have a reg number for you, black Mercedes E-class,

EE-235-MH.

OK.

Tarek Akkouch, indicted for a series of armed robberies in the early 2000s,

married to Nina Perez.

- Shall I send you his file? - Yes, on WhatsApp, thanks.

- I’ll do it now. - Thanks.

Hello?

Yeah, girl.

I’m shopping.

Hello, madam.

What?

Of course I’m loaded, why wouldn’t I be?

I’m talking too loud.

Yeah.

I’ll try these on and call you back.

OK? Bye.

Everything OK, madam?

- Yes. Can I try these on? - Sure.

Right there.

Shit!

- I’ll take this. - Perfect.

Follow me.

Here you are.

- Thanks, bye. - Thanks.

See you soon.

Police. That girl, how much did she spend?

Three thousand...

- Can I get a duplicate, please? - 3,259 euros.

- Here you are. - Thanks.

Patrick!

- Can I say a word about your wife? - Of course.

Do you know

who brought me up? Her mother.

She took me in.

I’d have been lost otherwise.

The family I was in before, I couldn’t stand them.

So I ran away and ended up there,

at her place.

Her mother showed me around, and that’s when I saw her.

She was in the kitchen making cakes.

And then...

she looked at me

and she smiled.

She didn’t even know me.

And she asked me to help her.

I was a 14-year-old thief

who lived outdoors.

She was my home.

I followed her everywhere, even after she married her cop.

I say it to your face, I didn’t like you.

I had kids. I say it in front of them,

I didn’t want to.

I was 15, I wasn’t interested.

You’re all here thanks to her.

Thank you.

Patrick, I’m gonna go. My condolences.

- How did you know to come? - I heard at work.

I’m touched, thanks.

Éric, this is Saïd

who replaced me at the BRI.

Shall we go, Father?

I’ll call you.

Wait for me here.

I’m coming.

You’ll scare them off.

- Is Anzor here? - Anzor!

My friend Bob Marley!

- How are you doing? - Fine, you?

It’s been ages. You look good. You working?

Yes, much work.

You here to buy a car?

No, I’m looking for one of your customers.

I don’t do that anymore. 4 more months,

then I can go and see my wife and kids back home.

- You’re happy? - Yes.

If you’re happy, I’m happy. I’m looking for an Audi S-Line.

I told you, my friend, I can’t help you anymore.

OK.

- Is your kid OK? Growing up fast? - Yes.

The guys we’re looking for shot a child.

Same age as your son. He took a bullet.

It’s all over the news.

If you help me, it’s cool.

Also,

I’ve brought you this.

For you.

If you don’t help me, forget about going to Georgia.

Your wife and kids too.

OK.

Call me, and soon.

Bye.

- How long’s he been your snitch? - 2, 3 years.

- Do you think he’ll talk? - We’ll see.

He’d better.

What’s up?

- Can you do me a favor? - No.

The name The Fish gave me at the Louvre.

Yeah.

I checked his file.

Welfare kid,

youth custody, nothing special.

And?

Saïd wants me to find a snitch, and he seems rock solid.

OK, except that...?

Except that

I don’t know how to go about it.

- Got his name? Got your phone? - Yeah.

- Yes. - Got Google?

- What? - Just look him up on Google.

- You kidding? - No, find stuff on social networks.

Give me the key.

I’ll drive, you’ll have an hour to look him up.

I’ll listen to my music and you leave me alone.

So I type the guy’s name into the internet?

Exactly.

What are you playing at?

- Who’s he? - I dunno.

- What did you buy? - Get off me.

- You were told not to spend anything. - Get off!

What do we do?

Wait.

- OK? - Yeah.

Hey! What’s going on?

Hey!

Get lost, or I’ll call the cops.

Are you OK?

You get off me, too!

What is it with you fucking people?

So, to sum up, Sélim’s girlfriend stands him up.

He gets killed and the next day she’s splurges the cash on clothes.

Cash that she got for setting him up.

Going shopping to mourn the dead, I ask you!

Now the girls call the shots. Where are we, Marseille?

Let’s take a look at this, see if it rings any bells.

The guy who attacked the girl outside her house.

If she was paid to set him up, it’s not good to get noticed.

Phone records?

She showed up at home, then at 2am in Saint-Germain.

So she goes out, but tells Sélim she’s sick.

For now we concentrate on this guy,

and we keep each other informed.

Enjoy your pizzas.

Thanks.

Hey!

- What’s up? - Why are we sharing with them?

What do you mean?

They could fuck up everything.

You know the score, guys.

- Magistrate, submit the case... - But what’s the rush?

You’re meant to play them along while we work out what’s going on.

That’s true.

Arresting people is easy. But you know what?

Then they go on trial. So if we cut corners

and screw up the case, they get off scot free.

We’re cops, not judges. It’s the paperwork we hate.

Plus, those guys are indiscreet.

We should’ve checked out the girl’s contacts, then talked to Crime.

Is that what you all think?

- Yes. - We do.

It’s true.

Hey!

Socrate.

I think I’ve found him.

The guy The Fish gave us when we took him down.

Remember?

- Yes. - He’s called Rayan, he’s on Instagram.

That’s him.

There, that’s him.

Yeah.

That’s him.

That’s his account.

Show me the one before.

I know that place.

It’s the 15 bis.

What’s that?

It’s a former squat in Porte de Montreuil.

A collective took it over.

They hold rave parties there and stuff.

It’s like a nightclub.

It’s a bit gay, too.

Are you gay?

Pardon?

Are you gay?

Why?

Because... you go there.

I went there for work.

There was a big crack den next door.

The owner let us install cameras on the building.

That was 2 years ago, but it hasn’t changed.

- Can we go together? - Now?

- When you get off. - I am off. I’m tired and hungry.

- I’ve been... - I’ll get you something on the way.

- He won’t even be there. - Just to see.

Really? Sure you’re ready?

Why are you hiding?

Show your faces!

Let go of me!

Still watching that? Watch something else.

What for?

Those bastards! Where do they think they are?

What do they take us for?

They stopped me from going to work.

I’ll lose a day’s pay.

You provoked them. Look at how you’re shouting.

Whose side are you on?

Your cousin’s right, you’ve changed.

He said that?

It’s true.

You’re always sulking.

When did we last have fun?

- I mean... - You think that’s why I’m here?

I’m not your boyfriend! Have you lost your mind?

- Don’t talk to me like that! - Everyone’s on my case today.

They’re lively.

Didn’t you say it was a gay club?

Yes, but not exclusively.

No, no.

Patrick said he once shook down a trans orgy.

- It wasn’t like this. - How old is he?

You’re all past it.

- Patrick’s OK. - Did I say he wasn’t?

He taught me everything I know.

You know, villains and cops...

OK, man, listen.

You asked me to come, I’m tired, but I came anyway.

So keep your old-time stories to yourself, OK?

Let’s get a drink.

- Hey. - Hey, what’s up?

Two rum and cokes, please.

Glad to see you got dressed up.

- Thanks. - Keep the change.

- Skol! - Yeah.

- Got a girl? - No.

- A guy? - You Drugs guys are all perverts!

You need to stop that.

Why?

Before the BRI, where were you?

You earned your stripes

- in another squad, like everyone else. - Yeah.

When you got your first call for a shooting or a guy who killed his wife,

what did you think?

You thought,

“I’m not in a fucking movie, this is reality.”

“It’s my job to take care of it.”

That’s what you thought. Same for me.

OK? So change the record and stop judging people.

That’s him.

I know it is.

- Good luck. - What do you mean?

You want me to hold your hand too?

I thought you didn’t like that!

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

- Where are you going, ducky? - Nowhere.

Then go somewhere else.

- I’m going... - No, no... You’re ripped.

A real hunk. Let me see.

- Let me... - What do you do, boxing?

- Want to work out? - No way.

Why not?

Look.

Give me your hand. Here’s my card.

I’m a minicab driver. I’m Niko with a K.

- I’m smoking here, fuck off. - Get out.

The smoking area’s outside. I’ll call security.

Stop it.

Get off me!

I’ll call security.

So what if I smoke in here?

Get out!

Get off me!

He’s nuts!

Son of a bitch!

Get off me!

Get off!

You want some?

What are you gonna do?

You bastard!

You’re both dead!

Look at me, I’m gonna kill you!

- I’ll kill you! - Get back.

Bastard!

Come here. Take this.

- My number’s in it. - Who are you?

Someone who can help you out.

- As if! - Get lost.

Fuck you! Bastard!

FROM JULIEN: MADE CONTACT WITH RAYAN

We’re closed.

Who sells you your drugs?

- Answer me! - I don’t know his name.

- Tell me! - He’s a customs guy.

He works at Orly airport.

That’s all I know.

This is not working.

Can we try to do it another way?

Don’t tell me my job, Saïd.

- We have to do it this way. - Hélène.

I’m not telling you how to do your job.

But if you arrest Alix, they’ll know we’re on to them.

- Who are “they”? - The ones who ordered the killing.

You know who they are?

Well, then!

We’ll start with what we have.

And sabotage the only thing we’ve got.

Crime Squad are going to arrest Alix.

- No! - OK, OK!

Don’t whine. Anything on the car?

I’ll call him now.

Here’s the thing. Either give me her attacker,

or the car, but...

- Sorry to interrupt. - You’re not.

All right?

You OK?

How are you doing?

- Socrate. - Patrick.

You OK?

- Saïd. - All right, Patrick?

- How are things? - OK, you?

Not too bad.

You tidied up.

- You didn’t keep the couch? - No.

I never sleep here, so...

You say that now...

I’m listening.

Remember the guy you sent me?

He was killed in front of his son.

I told you I didn’t know him.

Yeah...

I found out he was linked to the guy at your wife’s funeral,

Éric Perez.

I know who you mean. He was my wife’s friend.

What he does isn’t my problem.

This is Paris.

- All the crooks know each other. - It’s more than that.

The guy who was killed in the 12th,

his son’s godmother...

is Éric’s daughter.

Now wait.

How do you know Nina’s his godmother?

Fucking hell... That’s why you were at the funeral.

Listen to me.

I’m retired.

I don’t give a damn who got killed and why.

You accepted the job.

Get on with it.

- Anzor, give me something. - Bye.

- See you. - Stop messing me around!

Give me something now, or you’re going back to the slammer!

Go ahead.

Give me a fucking name!

I’m listening.

What happened with Patrick?

I’ve got it.

A Chechen he met at Sarcelles mosque. He’s from there.

- Description? - He’s sending me a photo.

It’s Friday, he’ll be at the mosque.

Vanessa, Badri, with me.

I’ll send you the photo.

There’s a robe in the trunk. Put it on,

go into the mosque and take a look around.

We’ll wait for you outside.

- OK? - It’ll look weird, I’m not from here.

- It’s Friday prayers, it’ll be full... - I don’t know how to pray.

- What do you mean? - I’ve never been to a mosque.

OK, I’ll do it.

Wait for me in the car.

There’s a guy who resembles the photo.

He’s coming out, blue robe.

Got him.

No sudden moves. Keep your distance.

OK.

- He’s going in. - OK, stand down. Badri?

Badri, can you hear me? Stand down!

Did you hear me?

Badri?

He’s coming down.

Got him?

He’s entering the parking lot.

I’m going in.

Police!

Police, move away!

THE BRIGADE