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PREVIOUSLY

The El-Hassanis did it. I want to do it the old-fashioned way.

Don’t move. I need to speak to Hamza.

A witness identified you as Éric Perez’s killer.

- What? - You need to leave.

He’s en route for Morocco. It’s your final mission.

Then I don’t want to see you again.

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

The kid’s a bit of a devil, you know?

We need to talk.

We’ll look weak.

- Is that what you think? - What are you gonna do?

No, no, no!

They’re definitely in Morocco. Patrick and Badri will move in today.

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

What?

Come on, let’s go.

Patrick.

The house is on its own.

I’ll send 2 men to block the road and check the cars.

Two go in with you.

OK.

I need to know who we’re dealing with.

Your cop’s instinct,

not what’s in the file.

I think they’re dangerous and potentially armed.

If there’s the slightest risk,

don’t hesitate.

Is that clear, everyone?

Let’s go.

All right?

I’m OK.

Have you got something to protect my face from the dust?

Yes.

- Thanks. - You’re welcome.

You’re so French!

Stop! Police!

Stop!

Stop, or I’ll shoot!

On your knees.

On your knees!

It was you.

You snitched on me.

What you gonna do? Send me back to jail? Go on.

Get out of here.

Go!

Well done.

- Where’s Patrick? - Inside.

Patrick!

Get him out.

Now!

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Noam?

Son of a bitch!

Yeah?

Noam has gone. Did he say anything?

No.

We’ve got a problem.

I’ll handle it.

You OK? Tarek said you’d left.

Yeah.

I’ve got a lot going on with the funeral.

What’s wrong?

- Come on, it’s me. - I don’t know what’s going on, I’m lost.

- First... - Hold on.

Not on the phone. Meet me.

- Did you hear me? - Yes. OK.

Fuck.

- OK? - Yeah.

- Sure? - Yeah.

My family has been attacked.

Tarek, my brother, me.

There are things I have to do.

Nina, I’m not a child.

Tell me, I can help.

Seriously.

We can’t find Kylian.

Tarek found clothes with blood on them.

I’m going to see if the guys in Marseille can help.

It’ll be OK.

Anyway, your father doesn’t want me to talk to you.

- My father? I don’t give a shit about him. - You know that.

- I want to come. - Forget it.

Did you hear what I said?

I want to be with you.

Come on.

Son of a bitch.

Calm down. You’ve found them, so don’t worry.

Hang on a second.

Hello?

I’m not expecting anyone.

Who?

Send her up.

Julien, I have to go. Come back here and we’ll talk it through.

See you later.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

Patrick is away, so he can’t see you.

- Can’t I talk to you? - No. I’m busy.

- My brother’s missing. - Since when?

- Yesterday evening. - Too soon to say he’s missing.

He should have been at my father’s wake.

We had to discuss the funeral.

Don’t worry, he’ll call.

He’s not answering his phone.

There’s no one at home. His coat’s gone.

It’s not right.

Maybe your brother switched off his phone.

- He needed a break. - He’s not like that.

One of my brothers was hurt, my father was killed, now Kylian’s missing.

Are you waiting for us all to die?

Not at all.

- We can’t do anything. - You can’t just do nothing!

Go downstairs,

- see my colleagues. - They know who I am!

I’ll see what I can do.

I can’t promise anything. Go home. I’ll be in touch.

The funeral is in 2 days. I have to go to Marseille first.

Vanessa, can you see the lady out?

I’m counting on you.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

- Do you work with him? - Yes.

Any other women work here?

No. Just me.

We’ve got that in common.

- There you go. - Thanks.

Can I have your number?

Sorry.

In case I have something to tell you.

Thanks.

Shit.

What did she want?

Kylian went missing last night.

She thinks something’s happened to him. His phone is off.

I’ve checked the tracker.

His car is out in the countryside and hasn’t moved for hours.

I sent the guys out.

- We’ve got another problem. - What?

I watched Nina leave. Noam was in the car.

Noam?

Patrick’s son.

Royal Air Maroc flight 201 from Casablanca has arrived at Gate 12, Terminal 2C.

There was no need. I’d have brought him in.

Are you all right?

Want a lift?

I’ll get a taxi.

What?

It’s your son.

What about him?

Nina came to report Kylian missing.

Vanessa saw her leave with Noam.

Open the door.

Mom, I know you’re there.

Fuck off.

I spoke to Otmane. I don’t believe it.

You lied to me all this time.

No, I... I didn’t.

- You wouldn’t understand. - Of course I wouldn’t!

How can do you that job?

- When you grew up here... - Come on.

- So I’ve raised a Harki, is that it? - Calm down.

Can we talk about this?

No. Go away.

Or I’ll tell everyone what you do.

Well?

- It’s done. - Come in.

Are you relieved?

I dunno.

Otmane didn’t say anything?

No.

It was like he already knew.

I told him to go, and he did.

Why did you let him go?

He’s not the same as before.

He was crazy before, and now he’s just lost and...

And?

He’s not a bad guy, really.

I don’t know.

- They can all just fuck off. - What?

Your whole family. So what if you’re a cop?

Your mother was on the street.

Your cousin was gonna get a kid killed. And you feel guilty?

They’re messed up.

- Did you come over to hook up? - No.

I nearly didn’t call. I knew you’d think that.

Good.

They’re in Gonesse. Julien managed to find them.

But we know nothing about the target

or the team.

We know they’re planning something.

We’ve seen them getting supplies.

One moment.

Yes?

Noam isn’t answering. There’s no one at Nina’s.

- How many were they, Ju? - Two.

Including Rayan.

Yeah.

Have you got anyone there?

- Well?! - No.

And at Éric’s?

Yes.

Kylian left last night. Nina this morning.

- So there’s no one there? - Yes. Tarek.

Don’t do anything, Patrick.

Patrick.

Patrick!

Patrick?

What is it?

- Patrick’s gonna do something stupid. - Let him, he’s an adult.

Where were we?

Guys loading stuff in a van?

Yeah. Could you see what? Was there an explosive frame?

We’re going to Éric’s. Come on.

Come on!

What is it?

- Is it about the neighbors? - Why do you say that?

Why do you think? Now he’s dead, I thought

- it’d calm down, but they still fight. - Do your gardens adjoin?

They were arguing yesterday. He’s put up barbed wire.

Don’t move.

Don’t move.

Where’s my son?

Where’s my son?

- Where? - I don’t know. I don’t know!

Shut up!

So, why did you want to see us?

To ask if you’re willing to talk to me.

It doesn’t bother us.

We’re not used to it, that’s all.

Nothing personal. You clearly have guts.

But your father took care of us in Paris.

Man or woman,

we want someone to look after our business.

Not someone who’ll roll over and lose everything.

That’s my brother.

I’m not like that.

- Then you’re all agreed? - Yes, I’ll run the family company.

I’m happy to put my cards on the table.

But we have to kill the one who did this.

I can’t touch him. He’s in jail.

I’ll take care of the rest.

It’s a deal.

Just a second.

- They agreed. - Put my son on.

- What have you done to Tarek? - Put Noam on!

He’s... He’s not here, he went out.

You’re lying! Your Tarek’s gonna pay for this.

- Let him go and you can have Noam. - No way.

Put him on now, or I’ll blow his head off!

Noam, come home. You can’t stay there.

It’s not safe.

You’re wrong.

Noam,

- I’m warning you... - Of what?

Leave me alone.

Nina,

I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry about me.

Badri! Ram!

Two by two.

He’s yours.

I found him downstairs chopping up Kylian.

Release him.

And stay outside, it’s a crime scene.

What happened?

I got screwed.

Attempted murder of Jordan, Éric’s killing, Kylian,

she did them all.

Who’s “she”?

Nina.

Tarek’s just her hitman.

He’ll confess to everything.

But she has my son.

Don’t think about it. I know it’s hard,

but the cops will be here soon.

You’ll have to justify entering here illegally.

You were right.

Éric provoked the El-Hassanis.

He sent Sélim to rip them off.

They just hit back.

He played the victim with me.

He manipulated me.

He didn’t even suspect his own daughter.

It’s not the betrayal that hurts.

He was a gangster, after all.

But I thought I had it under control.

I don’t care about my career.

But the effect on my colleagues, my squad,

my son...

I can’t forgive myself for that.

Are you thinking you were right?

No, I was wrong.

I thought you’d kill him.

You bastard! What’s that?

- Hello? - It’s done.

Can we discuss the rest over breakfast?

With pleasure.

I can’t believe what you did.

- I did what I had to do. - You ruined the investigation!

And what exactly have you done?

What’ll happen to him now?

What do you think? He broke into Éric’s.

But he found one guy chopping up another.

He’ll say he heard someone shouting.

If Tarek tells their family history, it won’t be good.

Your job is to keep tourists coming to Paris.

Fine.

But let me tell you this.

Rue Saint-Honoré is 20 minutes from France’s poorest borough.

And you can’t solve that equation without guys like me.

You’re a megalomaniac.

Dreamers can’t handle reality.

One day you’ll see you’re the dreamer.

- Hello? - Rayan’s gang is on the move.

- What? - They’ve switched cars.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Julien says they’re mobile.

- They’re on a job. - We’re on our way!

- Rayan’s gang are on a job. - What are you doing?

I’m going. I haven’t been charged yet.

- I’m coming. - You can’t do that!

Sorry.

Go ahead.

They’re in a parking lot in Ermont. I’m waiting.

Everybody go to Ermont.

- Right. - OK.

Got them.

They’re leaving in two new vehicles.

Black Peugeot 308, gray Mégane.

Saïd, I’m mobile. I’ll WhatsApp you the location.

They’re heading for the freeway.

Shit!

I’ve been spotted. In pursuit.

Julien! Are you OK?

Exchange of fire! In pursuit!

We must stop them before the freeway!

I’ll close the tolls.

Fuck!

- Fuck! - Julien, you OK?

They rammed the car, but I’m OK.

They’re heading for the tolls. At least 6 of them. I’m on my way.

The tolls are closed, we’ll get them.

Van in sight, on the right.

Due to a technical fault,

please remain inside your vehicles.

- Gray Mégane on the right. - Look for the black 308.

Black 308 on the left.

Keep left, we’ll stay in the middle.

We’re heading for the van.

Cover.

Cover.

OK, guys, keep your eyes open.

Passat.

Go!

Go!

Get down!

Patrick, don’t!

Cartridge!

I’m going in!

Cover!

Cover!

I’m going in!

In front of you!

Don’t move!

Drop your weapon!

On your knees!

Don’t move!

On the ground!

Open it! Hurry up!

Open it, or I’ll kill you, bitch!

Don’t move!

Julien, stop!

Calm down! It’s pointless!

Stop!

It’s over.

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