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PREVIOUSLY

A hold-up at the Opéra Comique.

Taking up police resources to arrest losers when the real job is 1 km away.

- Why are you here? - He’s come back to lead the group.

We tracked down the auction-room gang on a farm 80 km away.

They hurt my boy.

Beating up their mother outside the prison?

They tried to kill your son and burned down the club!

I’m taking action.

His uncle’s due to visit tomorrow at 10. He won’t turn up.

He kidnapped my nephew and demanded a ransom.

I’ll give you 3 days. If anything happens to him,

I’ll put my heart and money into taking out that bastard’s family.

This is Noam, leave a message.

Noam?

Noam?

Noam!

- Open the door. - I don’t feel well.

I’ll break it down. Open the door!

It’s just sleeping pills. I can’t sleep, that’s all.

- I haven’t been to school. - Drop it.

I know.

There’s no point lying.

If you were a man, we could’ve talked, but you ran away.

It’s your life you’re ruining, not mine.

Don’t blub. Don’t!

- It’s your own fault. - Is that why you’re here?

- To insult me? - No. I came to get my gun.

What are you gonna do with it? Something stupid?

Noam. Noam!

- Give it to me. - What?

- My gun. - I don’t have it.

You don’t have it?

Stop it, Dad!

- Where is it? - Stop!

Stop.

What are you doing?

You wouldn’t understand.

It’s all about you.

You use other people.

When you realize

they’re not like you, you drop them!

This is about you.

You see, you don’t understand.

We’re all linked. You, me, Mom, the others.

It’s not like at work, you can’t give everyone orders,

manipulate people, and blame others when it doesn’t work.

You gonna shoot me?

Well, are you?

Cos if you’re not, then put down the gun.

You scared of dying?

Answer me.

Yes.

I’m not.

Noam!

THE BRIGADE

- Yes! - What’s going on?

All right?

- You? - Boss.

- What is all this? - Guess.

- I dunno. - We got the auction-room guys, thanks to you.

It was Julien’s work.

But he’s not here.

- Where is he? - I dunno.

- I think he’s gone after his snitch. - Yeah.

Make a speech.

- You have to. - You do.

Go on.

A toast to you all. Well done.

- Is that it? - And?

I wanted to say that...

when I’m working with you,

I know that whatever happens,

it’ll be OK.

Know why?

I trust you.

I’m gonna cry.

Oh, my!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Let’s get wasted!

Guys, what do you want to drink?

- Huh? - Drink?

- You didn’t find the bar? - He came back empty-handed!

What do you want?

I’ll get them.

Drinks are on me.

Wow!

I’m not drunk, my friend.

Relax, I didn’t say you were.

- I’m not, though. - You’re not in Syria now.

This isn’t war, it’s just a game.

We’re hunters, so are they, and we’re playing.

OK, sometimes it’s dangerous.

But it’s not war.

Look around you.

People dancing,

partying.

American tourists... 12 grand a square meter, minimum.

It’s Paris, for God’s sake, the center of the world!

We’re just here to keep things in check.

So when we close a case, with no one hurt

on their side or ours,

we’re happy and we party.

Because we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.

You’re a fine one to talk.

I wasn’t talking to you.

Whoa, baby!

Make the most of it.

Just be with us for once.

You don’t like us much, but who cares?

You’re drunk, you’ll regret it tomorrow

and you’ll stay with us till closing time.

We’re here!

The rest is bullshit.

It doesn’t exist.

- Let’s raise a toast. - I want to hear all of you.

What’s wrong?

- What do you want? - To dance!

What’s wrong?

Why won’t you dance with me?

- She’s replaced you. - She’s drunk, we’ve lost her.

Forget it.

No!

I said forget it.

Seriously?

What are you doing?

Let her go!

- Let me go! - Calm down!

Idiot!

Go fuck yourself!

- Calm down! - Let me go!

Are you serious? For fuck’s sake!

Well?

Well what?

Go ahead.

I visited Rachid El-Hassani in prison.

Éric kidnapped his nephew and is demanding a ransom.

- So they’re filing a complaint? - They’ll never do that.

I asked him not to do anything.

He gave me 3 days to find him.

Or rather us,

- if you’re with me. - Sure we are.

If it works, I’ll ask him who his supplier is.

The guy you’ve been after for years.

You think he’ll tell you?

You think I’ll give him a choice?

OK.

And how do we find the nephew?

I don’t think we can ask Patrick.

- No, that’s for sure. - It’s complicated.

Julien...

I like Julien.

- He won’t talk, he’s with us. - Badri?

Don’t go there.

- Badri... - No.

He’s with Patrick.

So, what’s the plan?

We do it behind Patrick’s back?

Surveillance, tails?

Risky.

What else?

I could talk to Ferracci.

That won’t work.

Do we have a choice?

Has Otmane gone?

- Morning. - Morning. Has Otmane gone?

Yeah.

- “Yeah” what? - You asked me if he’d gone.

- Is he coming back? - No, he’s got a apartment and a job.

You can have your room back.

- What job? - I dunno.

- Where’s he gone? - I don’t know.

You know nothing!

What am I, a cop?

Call him and ask him yourself.

- You’re pissing me off! - Are you nuts?

Get a girl, do some exercise!

Come in.

Good morning.

- You look terrible. - I haven’t slept.

Is it about Patrick?

His son’s in the hospital.

- Is it serious? - Attempted suicide.

I told him to take his time.

- Meanwhile, you’re back in charge. - OK.

I know Patrick’s return hasn’t been easy for you.

But I’ve been pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

Thanks.

Was there anything in particular?

No, I... just wanted to say hello.

Have a nice day.

What happened to you?

- We went out last night. - No!

- Who with? - Saïd.

What?

- Seriously? - Quiet!

Till when?

- Late? - Stop shouting.

Is Badri not here?

Man, you look rough.

- Did you talk to Ferracci? - Yes.

I didn’t tell her. Patrick’s out of action for a while.

- Family problems. - Seriously?

- What is it? - What’s the score?

We’ll explain.

The death of Noam’s mother triggered in him a state of stress

which has brought everything to the surface.

Loss can do that.

He shut himself away and had a nervous breakdown.

He quit school, broke off all ties and hid it from you.

Add to that regular drug use... and it leads to what he did yesterday.

He’s detached from reality.

You’re his last hope.

The absent father

who saves lives, but is so idealized he’s unattainable.

So Noam puts himself in danger to see

if his father saves him.

- Do you understand? - No.

He pointed the gun at me before turning it on himself.

- I know you’re shocked by his... - Are we done?

- Are you going back to your son? - You’ve drugged him senseless.

I’m not gonna watch him sleep. Have a nice day.

Wait.

What is it?

- Yeah? - I have a job for you.

Great timing, boss.

Find out who Hamza is seeing.

What?

Just a second. Hold on.

- Hamza? - Yes. Can you do it?

I’m on it.

- Sure? - I’m on my way.

No, Julien’s on it. I meant tonight.

- Tonight? - Yes.

- OK, no problem. - Keep me posted.

OK.

Perez’s daughter’s here.

We don’t have that reg, do we?

She changes cars every day. She runs a car-rental firm.

They’re getting pizzas delivered.

The match starts in 5 minutes. They’re all gonna watch it.

Nina!

- Jordan’s in a hurry. - Yeah?

It’s weird. He’s taken a pizza.

Why is that weird?

I dunno. He seems agitated.

Let’s tail him.

Socrate,

he’s heading your way.

OK, got him.

Got him.

He’s in a hurry.

Oh, shit! We’re at a roundabout.

I’m stuck at a red light. Fuck, he’s uptight.

He’s heading back towards his place. Over to you, Saïd.

OK, got him, he’s heading towards me.

He’s gone left, towards home.

He’s not going home.

He’s heading south.

OK, I’m on it.

Fuck, he’s passing me at high speed.

He’s going right.

- Julien, go. - Got it.

- He’s stopped to refuel. - OK, I’ve got him.

He bought water.

No fuel. He’s leaving.

He’s entered a parking lot.

12 rue Couturier.

- I’m going to try for a contact. - OK.

Someone’s in the self-storage. He’s got the pizza and the water.

OK, we’re on it. Is there another exit?

No, he has to use the entrance.

OK, let’s go.

Police!

On the ground!

Hands behind your back!

Police.

You OK?

You sure?

What happened?

We arrested Perez’s son for a kidnapping, it wasn’t planned.

- Who did he kidnap? - Rachid’s nephew.

- Not planned, huh? - We spotted him acting weird.

He led us to the boy.

I thought his life was in danger, so we went in.

OK, great.

As for the prosecution,

- I’d rather hand it to Hélène Martinez. - Seems logical.

- Thanks. - You’re a crafty one, Saïd.

- Not a crime, is it? - Not yet. Make the most of it.

...up to the front gate.

As for the Crime Squad,

wait till we’ve given the all clear before going in.

- What’s all this? - We’re shaking down Perez’s place.

Badri in the first group,

Julien, Vanessa, Socrate and me.

Any questions? OK. Let’s go.

Are you serious?

Kidnapping’s sorted. Now we’re gonna find out who’s involved.

You sent me after Hamza so I’d leave you alone.

- Stop being paranoid! - Where’s Patrick?

- He’s got stuff to sort out, OK? - Have you told him?

FROM BADRI: WE’RE GONNA SEARCH PEREZ’S PLACE

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucking pick up!

- Hello? - Éric, empty your place.

- What? - They’re on their way.

- How come? - Your son screwed up.

- How long? - Now!

Kylian! Get up!

- What have you done? - What?

- Stop it! - Father, stop it!

Stop it!

- What’s wrong? - The cops are coming.

- Is there stuff in the house? - Yes, guns and cash in the safe.

Nina!

I’m coming!

Here, the Vector!

Take this.

Give me the shotgun. That’s legal.

The zombies are here! Got the croissants?

You two secure the area.

You, over here.

My lawyer is on his way.

You can’t be too careful

with zombies like you.

What led you to call your lawyer?

My nose. I could smell you a mile off.

I woke up and thought I could smell roasting pigs.

Fetch the crowbar

and search behind the skirting boards.

- Help with the cupboards. - Hands off of my son!

- Anything upstairs? - No.

Relax, take off your hood.

- Hello. - Yes, sir?

I’m here to see my son, Noam Prigent.

Noam Prigent?

Noam Prigent...

He discharged himself. Said his father was coming.

- Thanks. - You’re welcome.

You scared me!

Well, what is it?

I fought with my dad.

I didn’t know where to go, so...

Come into the house, then.

- I can go if you like. - No, come in, come on.

Well, what are you waiting for?

So...

How did it go?

You already know.

No, I don’t. I’m in charge, but no one talks to me.

- Ferracci said you were off work. - Did she tell you to tail Éric’s kids?

We saved a kid who had nothing to do with it!

You have no idea

- about Paris, or about this job. - The job you gave me!

Calm down!

- What’s going on? - I’m being taken for a fool!

- By whom? - By everyone.

Who do you think you are?

Ask anyone in this building who I am.

Do they know how you run your investigations?

- Meaning? - You know what.

I know I’m a good cop, and that I’m not here because I’m a woman.

I know you’re having a hard time.

We’ll pretend this never happened.

I know that won’t be the case, so let’s stop pretending.

He’s in the cell at the end.

She won’t be back for half an hour.

Thanks.

Éric!

You OK?

I’m fine.

I’m sorry, I got screwed over. They did it behind my back.

They have nothing. Thanks.

It’s my kid I’m worried about.

What do you think will happen?

I’m quitting at the end of the month.

It’ll be better for everyone.

For good this time?

I reckon so.

The boat.

- The boat? - The boat.

What boat?

Seriously? Don’t you remember?

- No. - One day you went sailing.

When you came back,

all you could say was, “I’m gonna do that when I retire.”

I said a lot of things.

But you’re not going to?

I doubt it.

I’m not complicated.

I do what I say and say what I do.

But now,

I need to move fast

for my kids,

and then...

I’ll keep playing with them.

Maybe we can go sailing, who knows?

How much are you lifting?

50 kg.

- Easy as that? - Yeah.

- I’m gonna shower. - What?

It’s no use, I’m just getting angry.

Vanessa, you in?

- OK. - MMA, the mitts are there.

Make him shut his mouth.

- See you later. - Yeah.

I’ll stay wrestling, you can hit me.

Try and get past me.

Give in.

Tell me.

I listened to myself, that’s all.

And I saved people.

There’s a guy down there.

Cell phone, shaved head, white sneakers, do you see him?

- Yeah. - His name’s Hamza.

His life’s in your hands.

Watch him day and night.

Nothing must happen to him.

So take this Walther.

Put it in your pocket

and be ready to use it.

You can shoot through your clothing. If anyone approaches,

let them have it, no questions asked.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I get it.

What about my kid?

- He’s in custody. - What are his chances?

Kidnapping, false imprisonment...

Just get him out.

Find a loophole, something.

How much will it take to pay off the judge?

That won’t work.

Get him out. He’s my eldest son.

I need him for my business.

There’s no one else.

The truth is, he’s going down for at least 3 years.

I’m finished. Fuck, I’m finished!

Why the hell did he do it?

Are you OK? Not too tired?

No, I’m OK.

You look good.

The house is a mess,

no time to clear up.

They turned over everything.

- Want to stay at my place? - No.

I’m OK.

Where to?

The Etoile, I want a coffee.

OK.

Let me have

two white coffees, please. Large ones.

Coming up.

I’ll tell Kylian I’ve picked you up.

I’m sorry.

What for?

We’ve been on bad terms recently and I wanted to say that...

if I’d listened to you, Jordan might not have done it.

We Perezes are tough.

We need to stick together, and Patrick’s with us.

Here you go.

- Was Kylian in on it? - What?

Did Jordan take the kid alone,

or was Kylian with him?

Why do you say that? He said he didn’t know.

Have I ever lied to you?

No.

Did I tell you about your mother?

Yes.

- What did I say? - You know.

Tell me what I said.

That you knew she’d treat you badly,

- and you should have let her go. - Exactly.

- So? - I was right.

She got pregnant and I said, “You’ll abandon it.”

And I was right.

I was left alone with you. You wouldn’t sleep, I went mad.

I wondered, why did I do that?

But I knew why.

Why bring that up?

- Don’t you know? - No.

You’ve always been a pain.

But I’ve kept you close to me.

Why?

Because I’m your daughter?

There’s something about you, you’re bright.

The smartest one of all.

But there’s something...

I don’t understand about you.

Why do you take me for a fool?

What do you mean?

Your brothers obey me to the letter.

I told them to do nothing.

I know it was your idea

to abduct a kid who had nothing to do with it.

I know because you’re my daughter.

And the hate that’s inside you...

comes from me.

Now your brother’s going to jail thanks to you.

Don’t pretend you didn’t know.

I just wanted them to pay, and right away.

I couldn’t stand doing nothing.

I can tolerate that.

But if you want to be a man, see it through.

Take that pansy husband of yours.

Here’s how it is.

You’ll pay for your brother’s lawyer.

You won’t miss a single visit. You’ll take care of him inside.

Day and night. And let this be a lesson to you.

You’re my daughter.

I love you, but you need to consult me.

You can’t just go after people and expect others to pay the price.

Pull another stunt like that, and I’ll disown you.

Are you OK, Father?

Help!

Help!

Call someone, quick!

THE BRIGADE