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PREVIOUSLY

He kidnapped my nephew and demanded a ransom.

I asked him not to do anything.

He gave me 3 days to find him.

Police!

On the ground!

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

Have you told Patrick?

Fuck!

Éric, empty your place.

Guns and cash in the safe.

Otmane’s my sister’s son.

Think he’s up to no good?

There’s a guy down there. His life’s in your hands.

If anyone approaches, let them have it, no questions asked.

I know it was your idea to abduct a kid who had nothing to do with it.

Help!

This morning at a café in Paris’ 16th arrondissement,

Éric Perez, a known gangster, was shot at point-blank range.

He was with a family member when a masked gunman

entered the café and shot him several times.

Police are investigating...

You wanted to see me?

Nina’s made a statement. She was there at the shooting.

And?

She says it was Hamza El-Hassani.

How come? What do the other witnesses say?

They describe a ninja: leathers, gloves, a helmet.

And she recognized Hamza?

Why would the El-Hassanis sully their own hands?

I know, but Nina’s convinced they’re behind the whole thing.

What are you gonna do?

I’ve no choice but to send your group after him.

The Prosecutor’s issuing a warrant.

THE BRIGADE

- Is it about Éric? - Got Jean’s number?

- Khodja? Yes, why? - Send me it, please.

- What for? - I’ll explain later.

OK.

- Hello? - Yeah?

I’m going to ask you straight, just say yes or no.

Did you shoot Éric?

What are you playing at?

Don’t waste my time. Do I sound like I’m joking?

No, it wasn’t us. We didn’t do anything.

- Why should I believe you? - You called me.

You asked the question. You know the answer.

What the fuck’s he doing here?

Shit!

- Why are you here? - To talk to you.

Follow me.

I brought my first girls here.

Did you have to come here? You couldn’t call me?

- They killed Éric this morning. - Perez?

Where?

In a café near the Champs.

Fuck...

I guess no one’s untouchable.

Given his track record, I’m amazed he lasted this long.

The El-Hassanis did it.

No doubt.

That’s why you came?

I worked with Éric for over 20 years.

Shit. I didn’t realize.

Say what you want about him, but he knew everything.

He helped me keep the peace in Paris.

It’s over.

I wanted to talk to you because...

I know I can trust you, and you understand.

We have to get the El-Hassanis, whatever it takes.

Or more people will die.

I don’t want other kids hit by a stray bullet

or seeing their father killed in front of them, like Sélim’s son.

What’s your plan?

To do it the old-fashioned way.

Saïd and the others don’t understand.

Look what’s happening in the Netherlands.

They kill judges, journalists.

If we do nothing, that’ll happen here.

Hold on...

I know it’s hard for you because you knew Éric,

but it may not be the start of a war, just settling scores.

We can’t get involved until we’re called in.

What do you want us to do?

Drive around with the El-Hassanis in the trunk and torture them?

What is it?

Crime Squad want us to pick up Hamza.

He’s been identified as the shooter.

Don’t move.

Come with me. I have no fight with you.

I need to speak to Hamza. So move,

- and tell him to open the door. - Fuck you!

The cops are on their way to get him.

Call Jean if you don’t believe me. But be quick.

In.

I just want to talk to you.

Saïd?

Your brother isn’t answering.

A witness identified you as Éric Perez’s killer.

What?

No time to explain, the cops are on their way.

You need to leave, until I know who it was.

- It wasn’t me. - People have got it in for you.

At best, you’ll be locked up awaiting sentence.

Or worst, killed while I’m being brought in?

Where’s Saïd?

He’s not answering.

Shit. Let’s go.

Door’s open.

Police!

Opening.

Police!

Bedroom clear.

Nothing upstairs.

Sorry.

There was an accident. I got stuck.

No one here?

Fuck.

Shit.

- Give me a lift? - OK.

An accident, right?

Yeah.

You came to warn Hamza.

I know Nina’s statement is crap, but you can’t interfere.

Maybe.

Want to end up like Patrick?

I did what I did. I’m not proud of it.

He’s the one breaking the rules, using his connections from the start.

I won’t be part of it.

Don’t compare me to him.

OK. We’ll watch the two Perezes, Nina and Kylian.

They’ll be expecting it, so be careful.

I’ve got permission to set up a camera. Any volunteers?

Julien and I can do it.

Great.

Carry on.

I’m listening.

We’re setting up surveillance on Éric’s children.

Hamza is gone.

And you know as well as I do that he didn’t kill Éric.

No way.

It’s a ridiculous idea.

Nina’s accusing the person she thinks is behind it.

But what do we know?

It could be an old associate. We have no idea.

You’re all losing it.

Maybe. Maybe we’re all wrong.

But what does it matter?

If we watch Éric’s kids, nothing will happen to them.

Hamza is on the run. His brother’s inside.

What else can we do?

You missed him?

- Yes? No? - He’d gone before we got there.

Right. Anyway, this case will soon be wrapped up.

The Fugitive Squad will deal with Hamza El-Hassani.

If he’s alive, we’ll bring him in.

There’s no point being zealous. Éric Perez was a gangster. End of story.

Next.

I had a call from the Robbery Squad.

When they searched the auction-room-gang farm,

they found a half-built explosive frame.

For the next job, no doubt. Do we know anything?

And have you identified any others in the gang

who managed to escape?

- We’ll deal with it. - Perfect. Great.

I think that’s it.

Bring me something,

and keep your distance.

That’s enough of these problems.

I want a united front.

If you can’t do that, and it remains a shambles,

I’ll disband the group.

Nice atmosphere.

What do we do?

I’ll be right back.

Hold on.

What’s wrong with everyone today?

I’m going after Rayan.

We’re doing the camera tonight.

Go ahead, Rachid.

You got in trouble for me. Thank you.

Now you know I’m straight.

I helped your nephew, and your brother.

Now I need your help.

Your supplier...

I need the name.

You’re asking a lot.

You said you were a pragmatic businessman.

So be pragmatic.

Your guy is finished. Know why?

We’re on to him.

You’ll be caught up in it if you carry on working with him.

Do you understand?

Does that name mean anything to you?

No. Who is it?

The guy you’re after.

Come in.

Got him.

Well?

Dirk Seedorf.

Born in Suriname, a former Dutch colony.

He’s on file at the DEA. Done time in Rotterdam.

Seen in talks between South Americans and Europeans.

The Cali and Jalisco cartels and ERPAC on one side,

’Ndrangheta and Moccro on the other.

Nothing on him otherwise.

European Police have nothing.

The DEA have some info from 2018 they shared with the Guardia.

He was seen in Malaga.

Then he was spotted in Ciudad del Este, in South America.

He was dating the daughter of a guy in Hezbollah.

Well, well... And the French Drugs Squad teamed up with him?

It’ll take time, but when we bring them down, it’s gonna get messy.

I can’t wait.

Here.

- No, thanks. - Go ahead.

Don’t worry: when we arrest him, we’ll go to a proper restaurant.

- Yes? - I need people for Morocco.

- I’ll see who’s available. - OK.

I know it’s late, sir, but it’s a matter of national security.

Why the rush?

We think he’s in a gang that’s about to strike.

- I need the judge’s approval. - I know, but that takes ages.

I just need the name of his last foster family.

Then I’ll leave you in peace.

What’s the guy’s name again?

Rayan with a Y.

- Let me check. - I’ll hold.

I’ve found him. Still there?

- Yes. - I can’t hear you.

Yes, I’m here.

Mr. and Mrs. Boccara.

- OK, yes. - Got a pen?

Boccara.

I have an address in Villeneuve-Saint-Georges.

Yes.

Villeneuve-Saint-Georges.

99 rue Printanière, got that?

I hate what’s happening to Patrick. He set up the group.

He’s a legend in the force.

- Now he’s getting screwed. - He’s no saint.

He hasn’t changed.

Then everyone else has.

Nearly everyone. Why do you stick with him?

I dunno. He’s like my father.

He trusted me, saw me as more than just a thug.

You don’t get it. He chose you because you’re a thug,

and wants you to stay one.

He chose me cos I’m a girl,

and girls are less obvious in a tail situation.

Whereas Saïd treats me normally. I’m not there to fulfill a quota.

I disagree, Patrick’s not like that.

Patrick’s manipulative and crafty.

He’s old school and no longer in fashion, that’s all.

You’re mistaken, Badri.

I realized that recently.

I hope you’ll follow my lead.

You want me to kill a guy?

Classy.

OK.

- Where are you going? - I won’t cramp your style. Mta bslama.

Hi.

What’s wrong?

Can you leave, please?

What?

Go home.

Perfect.

- Yeah. - What time is it?

6 am, what do we do?

Go back to Versailles?

- I want to check on something. - What?

- Rayan’s last family lives near here. - Are you kidding?

You can go tomorrow.

That means hours sitting in traffic.

Come on.

- OK, but I’m driving. - OK.

What do you hope to find there?

I don’t know. A trace, a clue...

Something, anything.

The explosive frame that was found at the farm.

- Think it’s for another hit? - Yeah.

He’s got no team, how’s he gonna do it?

He doesn’t care about that.

He knew he’d leave the team behind. He sacrifices people.

He always finds someone to manipulate. He has no ties.

He’s gone from one foster family to another.

It doesn’t get any worse than that.

You think?

Yeah.

I was in a home from age 8 to 18.

Did you know your parents?

Yes, but they died when I was little.

Sorry, I didn’t know.

No worries.

- What happened? - An armed raid in my village.

There were coke kitchens behind us.

The army raided them, the traffickers thought

- we’d given them away. - Fuck.

To set an example,

they shot everyone.

Know who did it?

Who was it?

The guy I’m looking for.

- Hello, ma’am. - What do you want?

Police.

It’s about someone you fostered 10 years ago.

Rayan.

What’s the idiot done now?

- Are you still in touch with Rayan? - No.

He’s not the sentimental type, if you know what I mean.

OK, but... what can you tell me about him?

There’s lots to say about him.

The kid’s a bit of a devil, you know?

Meaning?

He put me in the hospital twice.

And he stabbed my husband after an argument.

- That’s what he’s like. - OK.

But we loved him anyway.

He’s like an animal, he can’t help it.

We love him despite everything.

With his good... and bad points.

He has the devil in him.

- It’s not his fault. - He has a big heart.

See that kid there?

He’s ours,

but he’s not the same.

I’d have Rayan over him any day.

- Hello. - Hello.

If this is about yesterday, you’re wasting your time.

I don’t care about that.

Hamza El-Hassani entered Spain this morning, en route for Morocco.

Border Police told the Fugitive Squad. They want us to send men.

Common sense dictates that I send another group.

But I know it’s close to your heart.

But?

It will be your final mission.

Then I don’t want to see you again.

If I let you go, can you promise there’ll be no problems?

Yes.

One more thing. When you go,

I don’t want to see you on TV. No interviews,

no books about your career.

Do I have your word?

I know it still means something to you.

You have it.

Can I take Badri with me?

Yes, you can.

Have a nice day.

FUNERAL HOME

Well?

Éric’s body will be laid out here before the funeral.

- What do you want to do? - See who comes and who doesn’t.

You mean in case they take revenge?

- You’re acting like Patrick. - The killer will hug Éric’s kids.

How will we know? The whole of France will be there.

Well?

- We installed the cameras at Éric’s. - Perfect.

When the cortège leaves,

I want reg numbers and photos.

I don’t care about the burial. These are the ones who matter.

OK, got it.

Isn’t Badri with you?

You sent Patrick and Badri to arrest Hamza?

They won’t be alone.

Why did you do that?

Patrick’s done several missions in Algeria which went well.

No, no, I don’t get it!

- Yesterday you told us to drop it! - Look!

I’ve worked with Patrick for years.

He’s a great cop, despite what you think.

This is a tragic end for him. It’s his last mission.

He deserves to leave on a high note.

- You’re wrong. - Saïd!

This is about his honor.

- I don’t care about his honor. - You should.

One day it will happen to you, and strangers will judge you.

They’ll hang you out to dry.

Don’t we at least owe him this much?

I owe him nothing.

Nor does my brigade.

He should explain himself to us.

That he’s retiring without being called to account should be enough.

- But you’re the boss. - Exactly.

I’m the female boss, and you’re really pissing me off.

Your man has been located in Casablanca.

Working-class district of Douar Zeft.

We believe he has an uncle there.

Obviously it’s down to us.

We’ll give you whatever you need.

- Perfect. - We’ll fetch you tomorrow afternoon

when we’ve checked our intel.

If it’s correct, we’ll move in ASAP.

Great.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

FUNERAL HOME

- I’d rather go in alone. - You sure?

Now they won’t bother you up there.

What happened to your arm?

Nothing. It’s nothing.

- Sure? - Yes, don’t worry.

Last night I cut myself to see if...

But I didn’t feel anything.

I just wanted to see if it hurt.

You felt nothing?

No. I think I’m anesthetized.

I’d beat you all in a stress-resistance test.

- Except you, cos you’re weird too. - Maybe so.

That may be what we learn from it.

What?

That you’re stronger than everyone. Don’t let it bother you.

You’re saying I’m the best?

Kylian’s approaching.

- Who’s that? - Marseille guys.

They were’ in business with Éric.

You OK?

- We need to talk. - I’m in charge.

No, we’ll look weak.

We need to stick together and talk to Jordan.

And where is he?

I told you, I’m in charge.

- We need to talk, you and I. - Yes.

- Got a moment? - No, there are three of us.

- We wait for my brother. - Maybe.

But I’ll only deal with one person, OK?

- OK, we’ll talk afterwards. - No way.

- Not without me and Jordan. - Shut up!

- You have nothing to do with it! - I’m your sister!

Don’t make a scene.

Talk to each other,

then we’ll talk afterwards.

Come on.

- They’re leaving. Follow them. - OK.

If they go to Éric’s, stand down. Get some rest.

You should retire here.

Morocco’s terrific.

You’ll eat well, find yourself a girl...

Anyway, thanks for bringing me.

Thanks for coming.

I didn’t think she’d let me do it.

Good health.

Cheers.

I don’t think I’ll stay that long.

The team has changed, it’s not the same atmosphere.

You’re gonna leave?

Not the BRI, I like it.

Maybe change group.

Ferracci’s gonna disband it anyway.

Is that what you’ve heard?

No, but it’s obvious.

With everything that’s happened in the last few weeks...

I see.

Maybe I’ll do like you and move on to something else.

- Then you won’t have to lie to your mother. - You bastard!

Does it shock you?

Why should it?

Everyone says I should tell her.

That she’d understand, she’s my mother, she loves me, etc.

You know your mother, they don’t.

Free advice is worthless.

Exactly.

And in some cases,

it’s better to lie than to hurt people.

My mother’s complicated.

She’s helpless.

Every time I leave her, she gets high or finds a guy who hits her,

and she calls me.

Families are complicated.

And I should know.

She’s checking you out.

I’m too old, she’s looking at you.

No way! I’m just an Arab.

You’re the one who’ll khalass.

- Who’ll what? - Who’ll pay her.

No, she’s not a...

Buy her a drink and find out!

You buy her one.

I’m gonna go, otherwise you won’t have the courage.

Have another!

No, I need a shower. You go for it.

Make the most of your last outing.

And don’t drink too much. At your age, you can’t afford to!

What was that about? Did you even think for a second?

- Are you listening? - Why did you do it?

Are we clowns?

- That’s what we look like! - They’ll walk all over us.

- You’d prefer a big share of nothing? - You’re a sucker!

Who do you think you are? You think they’ll talk to a girl?

Here’s how it is. I’ll talk to them and get the best deal for us.

And you and your man can shut up and be thankful.

That and nothing more.

Is that what you think?

Why, what are you gonna do?

Get lost.

- You too. - Up yours.

No, no, no!

Fuck!

What just happened?

- What the fuck have you done? - We’re dead.

They’ll know we killed my father!

They won’t know anything.

They think the Hassanis killed Éric.

I’ll find a solution, calm down. It’s OK.

It’s OK.

Put him down.

You OK?

Hey!

Let’s get rid of him.

- Take off your shirt! - It’s gonna be fine.

- Did you hear? - Yes.

I’ll dump his car in the woods and burn the clothes.

We can’t use the phone.

Don’t call me.

Call him.

Several times, so the cops see you tried to reach him.

Remember, Noam’s at the house.

Here.

Take everything.

Kylian’s on the move.

Tracker?

OK...

Got it.

Here we are.

- Thanks. - You’re welcome.

Hold on.

I’ll be right back.

I only have euros. Is 150 enough?

What do you take me for?

Asshole!

So, Casanova!

Had a sleepless night?

- Was she good? - No idea.

- You didn’t pick her up? - Yes, but she’s not a hooker.

- And? - I gave her the cash and she left.

- No! Swear! - I swear.

- Why’d you think she was? - You said she was!

I didn’t say that. Let me get this straight.

She goes back to your room,

and all you do is call her a hooker!

Shut up.

- You’re the best! - The car’s here.

Get in the back.

Quite the charmer you are!

Everyone OK?

All right?

- What? - What!

What is it?

- Are you on steroids? - It’s all in the head, my friend!

In the head...

I got these from Spanish customs. They’re definitely in Morocco.

- Patrick and Badri will move in today. - That was quick.

How about Rayan?

Nein.

Coffee?

- No, I’m gonna shower. - Fuck...

- All right? - Can you talk?

Not really. We’re about to go in.

Get away for a minute, it’s important.

- What is it? - Hamza. Your cousin’s with him.

What?

He’s in Morocco with Otmane.

- Seriously? - I’ve seen the photo.

Badri!

Hey!

- Do the others know? - No, that’s why I’m calling.

Hey, Badri! What are you playing at?

Coming.

- Badri... - I’ll call you back.

Badri...

THE BRIGADE