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ARMED HANDS

The outskirts of Marseilles

You sent for me. What are you on?

After Toulon, I want you to know
what I'm not on.

I've been offered guns.

If you hear about it,
don't go imagining things.

What kind of guns?

Military stuff.

These new guys are wackos.

I wasn't interested.

You are.

You're interested.
Order three and call me.

Shit.

- I don't have the money.
- You'll get it.

How's your knee doing?

It's tough when it rains.

Be careful.

No drinking, no blabbing, ok?

Hi, everyone.

I have a tip-off.

We reviewed the Toulon job.

Two dead is bad.

Brutal.

Paul Amera.

- Where's he from?
- He was offered guns.

- Ours?
- Maybe.

Reliable?

We'll see. We stay on him
but low key.

Juliette, you see to his cell.

I'll do his details.

Got the address?

I have your Courrier International.

Great.

Put it on my tab.

Thanks for lending me Jim...

Harrison.

Right. I haven't finished.

Good writer.
See you.

Yeah, Michel?

Seen the Toulon shootout?

Watching it now.

They used NATO weapons
from the Serbian heist.

I know.

Could it be your channel?

We may know more soon.

Oh, great. Keep me posted.

Amera's in the bar.

Copy. Ready to go.

Gray Peugeot hatchback.

Copy.

Visual contact.

You wrecked his knee?

A long time back. Stay focused.

Park next to the hatchback.

Copy.

Shit, this smells good.

Here they come!

Pack up!

C'mon, pack up!

We're pulling out.

Two NATO P90s.
If it's the same series, we're good.

The jerk stiffed them.

We step in?

Don't move.

Juliette, call an ambulance.
We have a casualty.

Copy.

We tail them?

No, they're too wired.

We're heading back.

Outskirts of Paris

We stink, don't we?

Cut the crap.

Movement outside.

Copy.

It's them.

Maya, move your ass!

Our little brothers are here.

Let them come on in.

Where's the other one?

Here he comes.

Don't take any risks.

Maya keeps away from the bikers.

- You heard that?
- Yeah.

Go!

Police!

Why d'you run so fast?

I like you chasing me.

How much is here?

The right amount.

It's a good deal. We all win.

I guess.

Are they the NATO weapons?
Any leads?

Nothing yet.

Captain Skali?

No, Detective Forestier.
Just a second.

The Special Forces officer...

- Is the list in the base?
- I entered it.

Here he is.

Marc de Fontbrun.

Lucas Skali.
I read your theft report.

You got our photos?

Yes, I have them.

And?

The tattooed guy was there.

The spider web tattoo?

You're sure?

Yes. Found him?

Just a lead.

Captain, these are bad men.

They treated us ok
but did stuff to the Serbs...

Sick stuff.

If you need me, just call.

Thank you.

Only natural.

I'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

Check this out.

Click again.

- They're the NATO ones.
- We checked.

Awesome, baby.

Good work.

Fontbrun ID'd him.

Go into overdrive on the guys.
All police and customs databases.

But be discreet.

Simon...

We'll nail them.

If NATO gets wind of this,
they'll take over.

So it stays strictly in-house.

Good.

Yes?

The hospital...

Thank you.

- Captain?
- Any news on Paul Amera?

It's bad. Cranial trauma,
fractured ribs and jaw

and he may lose his right kidney.

Can he talk?

With difficulty. But not to you.

That's all he managed to say.

Thank you.

It's your call.

A: I get you put in separate jails

on each side of France,
500 miles apart.

I hope your mom likes to travel.

You'll meet again in 10 years.

Option B:

One brother stays free, with
visiting rights. On one condition.

One kg is nothing.

I want a tip-off on something big.

At least 5kg.

You have 2 minutes.

I don't give a shit
which one stays out.

Well?

They're thinking. You got it?

Yeah.

- Well?
- They're thinking.

One kg.

I'll tell them.

The boss says congratulations.

Maya...

It went ok?

Great. I chase the only guy
working for us. A real blast.

Girls in the front line
make the guys edgy.

I'd rather use your brains
than let you bust these jerks.

Especially you.

This is for you.

Great.

Thanks.

Who's Tattoo Man?

Goran Ancic.

Any other info?

His sister's married
to a certain Zoltan Kareck.

The transport firm boss?

That's the one. They export
fruit and veg from Serbia.

A truck just entered from Geneva.

Good work.

You were in Asia? On vacation?

I taught there.

Yeah? What did you teach them?

Math. Among other things.

See you outside.

Jean-Baptiste?
How's it going, pal?

I need your guys. Hold on a second.

We can intercept in Lyons.

You drive.

In Lyons, is that doable?

Yeah, low key.

Want to drive?

Here he comes.

Ok, we're ready.

Great idea, the accident.

Customs now?

Bring them in.

Over to you.

He's heading
to an address near Paris.

Use a tracker all the same.

Hector, a tracker.

Gun grease all over it.

Cosmoline.

The samples need to be compared.
But only Paris does that.

We'll take them up.

- We found powder too.
- Explosives?

No, blow, coke.

Not a lot. We can find the source
if you want.

Sure. It's happened before.

It'll take a few hours
to get the results...

Ok, fine.

Pack it all up and make it good.
Good work, guys.

Melik, you copy?

I copy. Well?

We're just about done.
Let the driver go.

Copy.

We'll be away long?

I'm getting a dessert.

Customs?

No, not yet.

It's Sophie. I'll let her know.

He's dying to tell her he's a cop.

To show her his gun or his badge.

Or even a scar.

It can work.

Not for girls.

Guys are afraid

we'll cuff them to the bed.

It's true.

How's your guy doing?
Kevin, right?

He worries when I'm on a job
but he's cool.

I need to call him.

Go ahead.

It's Skali.

I know you left Narcs
but I need Maya Dervin's cell.

Thanks, pal.

- Yes?
- Maya?

- Who is this?
- Lucas.

Just a second.

I'll be right back.

I hope so.

Yes, Lucas?

I'm coming to Paris.

Paris? In France?

Yeah, right. Can we hook up?

Hook up...

Sure, why not hook up?

When?

No idea. We do stakeouts
in the evening.

Tomorrow afternoon?

Where you want.

The Louis Blanc, Place Girard, at 5.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

By the way, I'll wear a red blouse.

- Who's that?
- Forget him.

Where's his brother?

In jail too, so they can chat.

And we listen in.

- Everything ok?
- Yeah.

You think he'll tip us off?

Are you dumb? We tail the guy
until he screws up.

Captain, room 34.

I'll let you decide who goes where.

- Been waiting long?
- I just got here.

Have a seat.

- Seen this?
- I saw it.

You got it all?

Yes. What do you want?

A free hand.

I can't give you that on this.

Italy and Germany are involved.
It could sink me.

You did good but share it around.

Fine.

Germany's with Croatia,
Italy with Serbia...

Let them all take over.

You're a real pain in the ass.

Take my office
but we never met today.

I'm off to Bayonne.

- The ETA?
- Yes. Finish by the time I get back.

How are the kids?

I had them too late.
14 and 16, they're like aliens.

The ETA is a picnic after them.

What happened with Lucie?

We're not the same age.

Or I don't have the guts.

Thanks.

Who are you meeting?

Give me a break.

What did I do?

What's the music?

Manolo. You don't know him.

So you're in Paris?

Yeah. I'm onto a major network.

War weapons.
Stocked in Paris, I think.

There's coke too.

Pure, 80%, Colombian.

That's pretty rare.

The guns are Serbian.

Since you're in Narcs,

if you see anything
with the Yugos involved,

you could call me.

Don't you know anyone?

In Paris, no one I can trust.

Is that all?

Yeah, for now.

It's not simple.

- Work?
- Yeah, I have to go.

Shit!

Sorry.

Am I disturbing you?

Stupid...

Where is he?

In the bathroom.

You didn't answer my text message.

I'm sick of that mutt.
My brother has to have him back.

You seem weird...

I saw Skali.

Your dad?

What did he say?

Nothing.

He wanted info about dope.
Can you believe that?

An excuse, right?

You don't know him.

Nor do you.

Are you seeing him again?

No idea.

Going out?

To get hammered at the Kingdom.

You have it easy.

That's Vice, it's all work.

You're beautiful.
I like you in that dress.

A snitch needs vitamins
and I need him.

So if you have anything...

- Want to sleep here tonight?
- No.

You'll walk the mutt?

My dad never left us.

But he was a bastard anyway.

- Maya?
- Yeah, Bass.

- I called you.
- I was busy.

- Kader screwed up.
- The jerk.

Arrested for dealing.

Who with?

Screw that. Just sort it out.

He's in Clichy.

- I'll call tomorrow.
- Do that.

I'll work something out.

They all piss me off except you.

Sacha di Manolo.
I got all three.

Thanks.

- Hector!
- Yeah?

Is it good?

I like it.
I don't know if you will.

But I like it.

Our truck got here?

It came and left. They're busy.

Always the same delivery vans.

Registrations?

They're being checked.

Goran's brother-in-law.

He calls twice a day.

What about?

The family, the kids...
Nothing much.

Juliette, get some sleep.

Thanks.

Bye, boys.

There's a guy called Coach?

Yes, a different number every time.

Why don't we get a search warrant?

What if there's nothing?

Serbs won't talk.
They all have family back there.

Yeah, Michel?

Recognize him?

Shit. Where?
Ok, we're on our way.

Simon, a hold-up in central Paris.
Let's go.

How did you find this place?

Some old lady died.
Suicide, I think.

It took 4 minutes, tops.

Hold-ups are turning
into bloodbaths lately.

One of the guards.
The other's in the hospital.

What kind of explosive?

Military Semtex.
Amateurs

or they were wasted.

They blew up the rear, the cash too.

One got away
but with no clothes left.

- He was high?
- As a kite.

Get the number.

- Send me your report?
- Will do.

Same weapons.
If it's the same coke, what do we do?

I'm working on it.

And the coke?

Give it to me and it vanishes.

- And my report?
- Same thing.

You want to wait?

My boss will have to call yours

and my snitch will be screwed.

Kader Aziz and Stéphane Assor.

Thanks.

You couldn't have gotten away?
You run fast.

There was the other guy.

- Need a ride?
- No, I'll make my own way back.

10g is serious.

Next time,
even Bass won't be able to help.

The Champs-Elysées.

No problem.

See that taxi stand?

One should be along soon.

My coke?

No report, no coke.

No need to thank me.

How's it going?

You're on time, that's good.

I'll call you back.

That's about Kader?

Yes. Hello.

And the other?

The other too. Why?

Stéphane Assor is a jerk.
He's the one you wanted freed, right?

Close the door, please.

How do we get the best figures

and our comfy little lifestyle?

With Benji's dealers?

The uptown junkies?

They're crap.

Assor gave me the Anzio brothers.

There's 4kg out there somewhere.

Has the penny dropped?

The Chink with Anzio is Thierry Tse.

Profession?

- Currency exchange.
- Money laundering.

Good work. I'll be right out.

Try not to just walk in here,
for the others' sake.

- You got the 10g back?
- Yeah.

I'll keep it: travel expenses.

Good work.

Your guy knows?

No.

I didn't want him to worry.

We tracked their truck.

Once a week,
two Paris markets

- and the Rungis wholesale one.
- Focus on Rungis.

What's this here?

Gladiator, then Rambo and Rambo 2.

Got Marseilles on there?

The car trunk? Yeah.

These guys are film buffs?

Shit, we're dumb.

How many Serb video stores in Paris?

Four or five.

Get to work.

You can reach me at the Bureau.

- The file you asked for.
- Thanks.

You can use Michel's office.

I'm fine here.

Excellent, highly skilled officer.

Hector to Chief.

Go ahead, Hector.

Any news?
Nothing's happening here.

Negative.
Hector, radio silence.

- Chief?
- Yes, Juliette.

Tattoo Man's leaving.

Follow him.

He's heading for the cemetery.

Ok, keep him in sight at all times.

Get to the cemetery,
Rue des Amandiers.

Copy.

He's going in.

He can use 3 exits.

I can't make Ménilmontant.

Try Gambetta instead.

Copy. I'll take Gambetta.

Bingo! I've got him.

Good, stick with him.

He's getting into a car.

I'm right behind him.
EL 72 KD.

On Rue des Rondeaux.

I'm following.

He's moving.

Open it.

Cover me.

I go after him?

I don't want a street massacre.
He's a head case.

Call command to put out a bulletin.

Semtex again, I bet.

Yeah, but he knows how to use it.

Too bad he got away.

By tonight, he'll be in Serbia.

They head home once they're spotted.

Numbers?

Originals.

But only 25% of the haul.

Put Melik to work on them.

Marc de Fontbrun? Lucas Skali.

Call me. We found your Serb.
I need your help.

See you later. Don't take too long.

Mr. Skali?
Your wife's here for you.

My wife?

Yes, in your room.

She insisted.

Thank you.

How did you find me?

Maya told me you were in Paris.

I called Michel's office.
It was easy.

Even without being a cop.

I knew you'd see her.

How do you find her?

Beautiful?

Intriguing?

Or ethereal, like a Japanese girl?

Normal.

She's better than that.

You can't smoke here.

Really?

I thought so.

Like her being a cop?

If she can take it.

She can take anything.

Really.

You're very elegant.

It's Maya.

She buys presents
for her lonely mom.

It's a weird idea
but we both like it.

Don't be too hard on her.

I wasn't a good father.

I left you a present.

Hi, Nath, how's it going?

Great. And you?

You got what I needed.

You're welcome.

See you tomorrow?

I don't even know where I'll be yet.

I'm calling to see what you've got
on Stéphane Assor, double "S".

What d'you know?

He has a club
near the Champs-Elysées.

I'll check.

- I'll call you.
- Ace.

Take care.

Lots of love.

Who is it?

The devil.

Oh, yeah...
And who's the devil?

Nathalie.

Ok. And who's Natalie?

You're a drag.

Hi. How's it going?

Here.

- How much?
- 10g.

He'll sell me his mom for this.

Any news of your dad?

No.

How can I thank you?
It's the Prada sale soon.

Stéphane Assor?

Interesting. He owns a restaurant,
not a club.

The Bound. A Yugoslav partner.

Someone's checking for me.

Great. I have to get back.

- A stakeout?
- Currency exchange.

- For Bass.
- Right.

Thanks, doll.

So you're a dyke?

Shit, isn't that Anzio?

Our client's here.

Copy.
He's entering the exchange office?

No. He's checking it out.

- He's entering the building.
- Stay put.

We stay put?

We stay put?

What do I do?

We're going in?

Hello? Yeah.

Yeah, tonight.

See you later.

Sidestepping me?

I leave you free
and you screw with me?

You dumb jerk.

Here's my dope!

And your brother inside too.
You little shit.

Ok, take him in.

Put your armbands on.

I'll take care of it.

We don't have much.

Goran must have gone back to Serbia

but we have the coke.

We're waiting
on the hold-up results.

Getting anywhere on the coke?

I should hear soon.

The wholesale market?

- Nothing solid.
- That place is huge.

The depot?

We're bored shitless.

Yeah?

It's me. I need to see you.
I have something.

The same guys...

Want me to come to you?

Please.

- Where?
- I'm at the Canal de l'Ourcq.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

I'm on my way.

I'll be right back.

I'm dreaming. I work all night
and now he takes off...

What's up with him lately?

He always has something going.
It's all for the job.

Maybe it's a woman?

So you called...

- Why not?
- Maybe I asked too much.

I was taught
colleagues help each other.

Here you go.

Stéphane Assor.

Picked up in a Yugo bar
with 10g of your Colombian.

He runs a restaurant

with a Serb.

What day is it?

Thursdays, they do a special menu.

Thanks.

It didn't come from me.

Of course.

And otherwise?

Bad question.

How are things otherwise?

Apart from being your daughter?

I never saw you as a kid.

It's all shit, not memories.

Apart from Mom then?

Have you seen her? I keep her going.

My burden since I was born!

We're cops but different.
You're Captain Skali.

I'm Maya Dervin, extra with
the Narcs. I'm nothing but shit.

But I'm used to shit, so it's ok.

I know.

What do you know?

You know nothing.

You're right.

Cut the crap!

All gone.

We lose. It's our round.

Counting last time, we win 6-4?

7-4 if you want.

We'll wait for you outside.

Stop doing that. Sit down.

Aren't we celebrating?
An evening off...

Seen your targets?
You're still a bit too high.

Lower your elbows.

You don't listen, do you?

You're right.

So I have to bend my knees,

lower my elbows

and bang, bang.

Who d'you think you are?

Think you have no limits?

Because I fucked you?

I fucked the whole department

but I'm fond of you.

I protect you.
I take care of you.

And you go bang, bang at me?

That's not nice.

You booked at the Bound?

Yes, a table in your name.

At 9.

A table for two?

For two, yes.

I'm here as your cover?

That's right.

Don't turn round.

I have to make a call.

No problem.

Yes, that's right.

Good.

I'll call you then?

Of course. I'll call you.

All right. Goodbye.

Yes, Chief.

I saw Goran's pal from Marseilles.

- Seriously?
- Yes. He wasn't alone.

I took photos.

You'll email them?

Of course. Get to work.

Well?

He saw Goran's pal
from the parking lot.

Cool. Like I said...

He's always onto something.

Tell me...

Worked with him long?

Since the Anti-Gang force.

What did he do before?

Math studies,
to a pretty high level.

Then I heard

he had woman trouble.

She screwed him over?

No.

She had his kid.

He was 20. He felt trapped

so he took off.

He vanished, apparently.

To Asia?

Ask him.

We have the coke results.
I'll call Juliette.

She'll see to it.

I wanted to thank you.

The restaurant panned out.

Good for you.

I also wanted to say
I won't ask anything more of you.

What do you mean?

I mean...

Just watch yourself with Assor.

Those Yugos are bad news.

I'm saying that to protect you.

If it's to protect me...

Stay well away.

Stay well away?
It's too late to give me orders.

- A new dealer?
- No.

You'd seen him before?

Yes, he was new.

That's better.

- Juliette Sala, Central Bureau.
- Anthony Quiéraux.

We've found some coke
that you're working on too.

I'm busy now. Can I call you back?

No problem. I'm Juliette.

01 56 56 95 30.

Talk to you later.

Ok, bye.

What's up?

The Central Bureau.
I have to call them back.

Right...

Where were we? Was he new or not?

They're too much.
Where's their lawyer?

No idea.

I've seen him before. Who is he?

Skali, the Bureau.

I saw him with Maya in a café.

Can you call the Bureau for me?

Juliette?
Julien Bass from Narcotics.

Hello, I'm...

Come in. Give me a minute.

Weird, you look so young.

You can come in. I know who you are.

Maya isn't here.

Bass...

What can you tell me?

Not a lot.
But I can tell you about Maya.

Maybe you should talk to her, right?

Want something to drink?
Tea? Coffee?

That's not me.

She's always had more guts.

We needed cash, we were broke.

I sent money.

It was when her mom
had to give up her job.

Daring, huh?
A pretty good photographer.

They had an affair.
He was older, that suited her.

Any other dares?

Becoming a cop wasn't easy.

You never saw the signal
she sent you.

Go ahead, it's ok.

The trucks have gone.

The usual junk too.

Nothing's moving.

I'll check it out.

Ok, be discreet.
We're on our way.

Freeze!

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands, I said!

Slowly. Show me your hands.

Come over here.

Come here!

Slowly.

Freeze!

Put your hands on your head now!

What's up?

Shut up!

Keep them up.

Come on, kneel down!

Kneel down, I said!

You understand French?

Yeah, right...

Don't touch it!

Is this his gun?

I think so. He didn't use it?

Apparently not.

I told Juliette not to come.

Good idea. What about his parents?

I'll get their address for you.

Fucking hell!

Only empty crates!

No weapons...

Well?

Twice already, we let them carry on.

Here you wouldn't get a warrant.

So what do we do now?

Wait for your own private lead?

Or let another cop get iced?

You won't find anything here.

Work on the guy in the cab.

More coffee?

No thanks.

He was our only son.

Chief.

It's Simon.

After the Bound,
the taxi left the guy at Châtelet.

Fishy. I'm sure he's Coach.

We're working on it.
I'll keep you posted.

All right.

Today saw a dramatic incident
in the Paris suburbs

that wasn't
an ordinary gangland killing.

A report from Noisy-le-Grand

where a young police officer died.

It could have been
just another road accident.

A young man
killed by a hit-and-run driver.

But the man was a police officer,
Hector Forestier.

Apparently,
he was with the Central Bureau

specialized in gunrunning.

He was run down

outside a depot
belonging to a Serbian firm

whose owners
seem to have vanished...

Why don't you answer my calls?
What's going on?

I had comp time due.

Comp time?

But you're a cop.

So I'm not a real cop?

It's cuz you saw your dad?

Skali's your dad, right?

Forget about it.

He called me today.

Not in person, one of his team.

He wanted information.

- Know what he's after?
- No.

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure. Cut it out now.

Maya...

Don't screw up.

We stand together.

Remember that.

Your door's crap.

Philippe?

Hi, it's Maya Dervin.

Maya! It's been ages.

You said it. I need some info.

- That bullion van hold-up...
- What about it?

Were they NATO guns?

NATO guns? Maybe.

Ok. Where were the guys from?
Were they Serbs?

No, local kids
who hang out in clubs.

Any particular club?

The Ramdam.
Why are you asking all this?

Know their names?

I can get them.

- Can I have a word?
- I don't know you.

I'm Félix's sister.

He's on the run. He needs stuff.

So what? Why didn't he come?

He's on the run, ok.

You know his pal Ouasana, right?

The guy killed in that hold-up.

- He mentioned you.
- What is this?

They did time together.

Get lost. Junkies wear me out.

Let go of me!

What's this, huh?

He wants the best, however pricey.

Pricey, get it?

Which jail?

Fresnes.

Section?

Four. Cell 447.

Released February 6.

Want his shoe size too?

Leave your number.

We'll be in touch.

We'll be there in 3 hours.

Ok. Copy.

Nathalie's voicemail.

Nathalie, it's Skali.
Call me, please.

It's Michel.

- You're back?
- Yes. I need to see you. Now.

- Where?
- Not at the office. Your hotel.

I'm on my way.

Everyone's looking for you.

Getting anywhere?

Coach is our guy.

And the coke lead?

That's how I found them.

Who did you use?

Maya.

Maya?
Shit, you've got a nerve.

So keep digging.

No, it was a dumb idea.
I've heard no more.

Try her department.

It stinks.

No news of Goran?

I just had some.

- Still got that country place?
- Of course. Why?

You don't want to know.

You're right, I don't.

Don't screw up.
I can't cover you.

Marc de Fontbrun.

He was in Sarajevo?

No, he was hiding
in some godforsaken hole.

- No waves?
- No one saw a thing.

Thank you.

He found Goran.

You served there?

3 and half years officially.

Then I stayed. I like languages.

Recognize me?

The weapons dump?

The Froggie you had tied up?

You thought you'd gotten away.

You're lucky I'm not seeing to you.

Maybe not that lucky.

Tell us where to pick it up.

Thanks again.

My pleasure.
I'm breathing more easily.

Fridge 43, warehouse 2.
The whole stock.

How?

I got Goran to talk.

Where is he?

In the country.
Don't worry, he's alive.

Watch and wire this place.

I got Coach's name,
Gustave Alana, but not his address.

The weapons?

Leave them, to lure him here.

Anything else?

Alana travels by metro.

He may have an annual travel card.

I doubt it.

They all screw up somewhere.
It keeps us in work.

I'll take a walk.

Ok, I'll handle it.

Nathalie's voicemail.

I still haven't heard from Maya.
Please call me.

- Here's how the air is expelled.
- So I saw.

It follows this path here.

And water?

The opposite.

They cleared out the depot
on a tip-off.

- Who from?
- Alana, in Serbian.

"Cancel all deliveries"
or something.

No Gustave Alana
with a Paris travel card.

- First name only?
- Four.

Did one travel at 11 pm
on the 21st?

Got him.

Coach has 5 regular stops

Noisy, Rungis,

and inside Paris itself.

Let me in right now!

Calm down, please.

That's all?

Where do we start?

I'll handle this.

Where's my daughter?
What have you done to her?

Calm down.

Not a single message in three days,
not one call! Let go!

- She hasn't called you?
- No.

You realize?
She sees you and she vanishes!

- Find her.
- I'll see to it.

Tell me you'll find her.
You will find her, won't you?

Calm down now.

Someone will look after you.

I'll find her.

Right, we're alone on this
so let's get moving.

We start by sending Alana's photo
to the whole department.

Is your husband home?

Honey, someone for you.

Let's go, girls.

I'll get a present for your son.

See you later.

At 15 they always need something:
a computer, a phone...

Kids...

You know what I mean.

I'll put her in the playpen.

- Know him?
- No.

You do. His name's Stéphane Assor.

An informer who gives you
regular tip-offs.

Part of the job.

But you get a kickback
on big deals.

A dirtier part of the job.

Trouble is, his boss sells weapons
for hold-ups.

Gunrunning is where I come in.
See the problem?

I see it.

I'll be frank: I adore her.

I treat her like my own daughter.

But if I take a dive, Maya does too.

She won't.

Because you'll do what I ask.
Find her.

You know her.
You trained her and corrupted her.

Find her and fast.

And if I don't?

You're finished.

This happy family life

will all be over.

Is that clear?

Nathalie...

Maya asked my colleagues

about the owner of a club,
the Ramdam.

- They told her?
- Yes, they know her.

What was she after?

No idea.

Thanks.

Is the boss here?

At the end of the bar.

Can I ask you a question?

Have you seen her?

I smell a cop.

Mohammed's not a cop?

Was she here?

Get out.

Freeze. Put the gun down.

Put it down now.

Put it down.

Back up.

You fired, I fired back.

It'll wash.

What did she want?

Shit...

- Juliette?
- Chief?

Sorry to wake you.

Where are you?

I have a new client, a Serb,
selling guns like Goran.

Ketan Simic.

I'll send his number.
Top priority.

Ok but...

Are you Félix's sister?

Come with me.

A man's looking for you.
Why?

A man? What man?

At the Ramdam. Tall, Arab-looking.

Who is he?

I don't know. I don't give a shit.
Your money.

Shit!

Police. I need your car!

Sure! Get lost.

Get out! Is the car yours?

No, it's the company's.

It was stolen.
Report it tomorrow!

Located Alana?

An hour ago.
Simon's on his tail.

- Ketan Simic?
- He has a record.

- His phone?
- Not in his name.

Wire it as soon as you can.

And I need to talk to Simon.

You have the guns and Alana.
Picking him up?

I want him red-handed.

- How?
- I'm working on it.

Working on it?

Come with me.

What's up? You're playing this solo?

Lucas wants a word.

Anything happening?

I spilled the beans.

Intelligence is wired.
The Germans are going crazy.

Get Alana
or it's an international meltdown.

I know that.

What's this?

A dumb accident.

Maya won't stir up the shit, right?

- Simon?
- Coach is home.

Call Melik
and tell him this is a go.

All set.

- It's Maya.
- What's going on?

You never pick up.

Pick up on this:
you're a real motherfucker.

Listen, Maya...

No, you listen to me.

I knew how rotten you were.

But your pals, your Serbs,
they killed a cop!

A guy my age!
And you still sleep?

You piece of shit!

- Mom...
- Maya?

- Where are you?
- Don't cry.

- Where are you?
- I love you.

Maya...

It's me.

Maya? Are you ok?

Why were you at the Ramdam?
You nearly got me killed.

Where are you?

Following a guy.

Ketan?

Dangerous, huh?
But I'm a cop.

Tell me where you are.

Why? You're interested
in where I am now?

That's new for you.

Maya...

Brigitte, it's me. Maya called.

She called me too.

- What did she say?
- That she loved me.

Mr. Alana.

Hold. I fetch.

Alana's on the phone.

A cop matching Maya's description
stole a taxi.

A grey Merc.
I'll send you the number.

I'm at Rungis.

Your fridge in the market warehouse
is leaking.

We're in the shit.

It's leaking?

It happened in warehouse 8 once.

They lost two tons of goods.

What's the door code?

Juliette?

I'll come myself.

Ok, but hurry

or I'll break the door down.

I'm on my way.

Excellent.

Wait for him at the station.

Here we go!
I'll pick him up on site.

Once you're there, await my orders!

Luc, Sophie, channel 8.

Ketan just had a call.
Coach wants him there.

- Where?
- Rungis.

Shit!
No, you stay here.

Right...

Teams of two. One in the middle,
one to the south.

I'll take north.

They're trigger-happy so stay calm.

We're early so let's blend in.

Simon to Chief.
Coach is leaving the station.

Five minutes to arrival.

Copy.

Ok, go.

Melik, stick with Coach.

Yes, Bass?

Maya just called in.

I located her.

Where?

We're quits?

Where?

Rungis.

Rungis? You're sure?

Positive. Why?

Simon to all units:
Alana's at door C. Over to you.

Copy. I'm onto him.

Melik to Chief: where are you?

Simon to Chief: your position?

Chief to all units:
any sight of Ketan Simic?

Negative.

Copy.

Alana's stopping. What do I do?

He's splitting.
Shit, he's splitting!

Maya...

Officer down, warehouse C.
Hurry!

Where is it?

Where is it?

Right here.

That's it, I'm gonna die.

No! You're not gonna die!
You hear me, you're not gonna die.

Get me that ambulance!

Why did you reject me?

I didn't know you.

I screwed up.

Me too.

I left before you came.

Where did you go?

Here and there.

Maya, don't go. Stay with me.

Don't go to sleep.

Stay with me. Wake up.

Stay with me.

You find me pretty?

Very.

Very pretty.

Very pretty.

Stay with me.

Talk to me.
Maya, talk to me.

Stay with me. Talk to me!

Don't go to sleep.

Talk to me!

Sir...

She's my daughter!

Don't worry.

Let us see to her.

Come on.

Let them work.

Prep an IV.

Let them work.

Come on.

I'll get the car.

She's stabilized.

One, two, three...