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What happened to Dad?

He was out jogging. There was a landslide.

They blew it up

to fake a landslide.

So your father didn't die accidentally?

We do the field, then hit this.

Hands up!

On the ground!

Someone shot at me!

Justine's been hit.

Louis! It's me.

It's Justine. It's OK, OK.

His wife called. He died at 6am.

All because of a pot field and your shit organisation!

Sort it out. If not,

I'll do it my way. I ain't scared of gettin' dirty hands.

Make a copy and destroy the rest.

And don't tell anyone.

You saw nothing.

I inherited a large company.

I'm trying to understand.

We sell drugs. Cheap!

Good news?

I know where he is.

The Americans wanna see you.

Give Bob another job.

Keep him away.

Milan's on it.

You wanted to talk?

Not necessarily.

I heard your employee, Louis Naud, died during an operation

last week.

Chloé, I'd like you to work

in my interests.

Find any flaws in the IT system.

I don't expect anything,

but dinner in a restaurant would be the gentlemanly thing.

You think I can't cook?

What, other than a sandwich?

You're early.

I've things to do. And I need your help.

With your inheritance, you could do something else.

I can do what I want.

You're lucky.

I was born in a trailer park. I need money.

Money makes you happy if you know

what to buy.

My pa said it's nicer to cry in a Porsche than on a bike.

Can I have a word?

OK.

More little secrets...

- Milan. - What?

She only just fucking arrived!

- What? - You turned up with Chloé.

See her at the café?

So what?

You fuck 'em for 2 weeks,

then I have to deal with 'em!

Know what, Bob?

I respect you.

I know you've done a lot here,

but from now on, mind your own fucking business!

Stay out of my life.

Fuck...

Don't ever mention this again.

I can be a shit-stirrer too.

- I'm scared. - Yeah?

Get fucked.

Fucking dick.

What's Bob's problem?

What's he done now?

I come in and he has a go at me.

Thinks I'm shagging Chloé.

Are you?

Come on...

Never happens to you, eh?

It happened once. No big deal, OK?

He's not been 100% since Yves died.

Ah yes...

Hi, Bob.

Chloé.

Be careful, OK?

Why?

Just be careful.

A journalist rang me yesterday: wanted to discuss Louis' death.

- And? - I said I'd call her back.

How does she know?

Local deaths end up in the news.

- Why did she call me? - You're the firm's president.

How does she know?

She's a journalist. It's her job to know.

What do I say?

That the police are investigating.

Refer her to PR.

An investigation?

Should be over soon. No one wants it to drag on.

It seems that no one wants to know who killed Louis.

You OK?

Yes. And you?

You didn't arrest Bentayeb?

No. I was making sure Louis' family was OK.

Did you talk to any journalists about that?

What's funny?

- You're accusing me. - No, I'm not.

- I never talk to journalists. - OK.

If anyone misses your father around here, it's me.

It ain't easy with Benoît.

If you doubt me, we're in trouble.

Hi, handsome.

You need a favour, do you?

They told me you catch on quickly.

- What can I do for you? - You free for lunch?

I have my lunch.

- Come for lunch. It's on me. - Why?

I fancy you. It's a declaration of love.

You're not my type.

I can joke around too, you know.

Come on, chancer!

It's a new challenge. Different from my last job.

I kind of experience things vicariously.

I watch you on screen: less dangerous.

She won't bite.

Am I in trouble?

Not at all. We just wanted to talk outside work.

It's like a threesome outside work.

Relax.

You wanted a word?

Yes. There's a journalist

asking questions about Louis' death.

Talk to her.

I told Justine I don't talk to journalists.

We have a PR office.

Tell her about Blue Moon, what we do here and...

It'll only attract attention to us.

We don't want that.

Or maybe things have changed.

- What d'you mean? - Nothing.

If something's on your mind, say it.

You going to keep this up?

Keep what up?

You've not been 100%.

Is that a polite way of...

showing me the door?

No. If you've a problem, you can talk to me.

We'll try to find a solution.

OK.

I'll talk to the journalist.

As majority shareholder,

I decide who stays or goes.

Justine is skilled at defusing bombs,

but IT is something else.

IT's not my forte.

But I can detect liars.

Am I a liar, then?

You're not a liar, you're secretive.

You don't tell all. But the way you do it, speaks volumes.

I'm not sure I follow you.

When you said you deleted the field video,

she thought you'd deleted it for good.

That's what I said.

I think you deleted the version on the server

but the video's still on hard disk,

unless you wiped it.

I don't understand,

but she seems to know.

I deleted it all from the memory.

You wiped the whole disk?

Great: you're silent, but you speak volumes.

Right.

We'll go back,

Chloé will sit at your computer, and if she finds what I'm after,

I'll have to conclude she's better at the job than you.

I won't need 2 of you.

I may not have wiped it all.

An honest man who hates lying.

- All women are after that. - That's true.

Yes.

We were there as backup. They weren't meant to be armed.

The journalist with Bob: Charlotte Viens?

Yes.

Weren't PR sorting that out?

She wanted info on our operation.

Bob's on it.

Benoît must never know.

Justine says you needn't worry.

Thank you.

Hello.

Did you talk to Bob?

About what exactly?

About us.

No. Why would he discuss that?

Forget it.

If he does, tell me.

- OK. - OK?

Bye.

- Here! - He's cooperative.

Don't talk to journalists, eh!

Benoît told me to.

That's you, Justine.

That's Louis.

Everyone's going forward.

Louis is there.

He goes off camera.

He's back on.

3 students are with the team.

The 4th with Jérémie, the 5th runs that way.

You get shot now.

The shot hits you. At the side,

Louis falls down.

The bullet hits me, ricochets and hits Louis in the neck.

Someone was there to kill me.

No one in the team.

We're all there.

Except for one.

Bob.

Not Bob. Come on...

I'm just saying he wasn't there.

It's not you, not me.

It's not Francis.

Not Jérémie. Not Milan either.

It wasn't Louis.

It's not you. That leaves Bob.

Or someone outside the team.

Yes, that's possible.

Why didn't Benoît show me this before?

Not a word to anyone.

Not to Bob or Benoît.

Or Milan.

- Hello? - Hi, it's Justine.

You in bed?

No, no.

Sorry about last time at my place.

No need to say sorry.

Am I forgiven? Fancy going for a meal?

When?

Tomorrow, 7pm. You free?

OK. I'll pick you up?

OK. See you then.

Where's this going?

Does it have to go somewhere?

No.

If anyone finds out, what do we do?

They already know.

Bob saw us arrive together.

He had a go at me.

What did he say?

That you'd just started here.

And that I'd dump you in 3 months.

Is he right?

Maybe you'll dump me and I'll suffer.

Are you the kind who suffers in love?

Chloé...

You're the best thing to happen to me in years.

Are you serious?

You don't believe me?

I'll remember what he said. He's right sometimes.

Bob's a jealous guy.

He's insecure.

Watch your back.

If he doesn't like you, he can get vicious.

Hello?

- Read the papers? - No. What time is it?

6am. Things aren't good.

What's up?

She's criticising us. "Privatised police"...

Louis' death. Botched operation...

OK, I'm on my way.

Privatised police Unjustifiable death

Privatised police

- Leave us please, Chloé. - No. She stays.

OK, Chloé. Start.

OK. Pause.

Cassandra, Chloé, me, the students.

Go on, slowly.

Jérémie gets the student. The other runs off.

And here, a gunshot at me.

Cassandra, Chloé, Milan, Francis, Louis, me,

students 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

The guy firing here, who is he?

What the fuck...

Someone tried to kill me, maybe on purpose. We lost a man.

The Director of Criminal Prosecutions

will be getting this video.

Can you give Justine and me a moment?

"The Director of Criminal Prosecutions"?

Are you serious?

Why didn't you show me this?

It's not even about that.

We must destroy it.

What?

If this goes to trial, it could be evidence.

We're not destroying it!

You've seen what we do at Blue Moon?

- You've seen the headlines? - Yes.

D'you think we can afford to go to court

and talk about what Blue Moon does?

Someone aimed at me and Louis is fucking dead!

In Ukraine, did you take

everyone who shot at you to court?

- That's different. - No, it's the same thing.

You will get shot at in covert ops.

I don't know where it came from or who did it,

but I know one thing:

it comes with the job.

What were you doing there?

Justine wanted me there.

I can see why she's stressed.

Do you two often discuss work?

She tells me stuff. She trusts me.

She tells you stuff?

Have you seen Bob?

- No. - Tell him I want to talk to him.

When did my father make his will?

In February.

So there was another one before?

Yes, of course.

In what way did the previous version differ?

I can't tell you that.

- Professional secrecy? - Yes.

Keep this between us, eh?

I think my father promised

to give Benoît Lebel an option to buy in case of death or incapacity.

Was that written in the previous version

and then my father changed it?

If your father hadn't wanted Benoît to buy it,

we would've arranged that.

Is that your question?

Whether my father died or not made no difference?

Not in the latest will.

In the earlier will, yes?

I didn't say that.

D'you really live here?

Yes.

You don't like it?

No, no. It's just...

not what I imagined.

What did you imagine?

A small condo?

Now I look at it, it is your style.

Here we are.

Yeah. Well, it's...

It's original.

What d'you mean?

Disgusting decor.

Want something to eat?

Not right away.

You've really fucked up now!

A guy dying from a bullet to the neck

is big news.

Blue Moon's on show now.

That puts the heat on us.

That plantation's ours. A guy dies in it.

We walk about as normal,

no one bothers us, cops don't question us!

But I'll get questioned!

I got arrested to make it look OK.

Want me to send the police your way, then?

Why is Justine's name in the paper?

She's the company president. It's normal.

She's not experienced.

If she can't handle journalists, tell her to keep quiet.

- She didn't talk to 'em. - Who did?

Bob.

That kiss-ass should butt out!

Need some help?

No, not us. You, maybe.

- What is this? - Osso buco.

It'll be delicious.

"Secret service"?

Is a spy hidden in here?

We're hearing your name everywhere. Not a good sign.

Sorry about that.

I thought we worked together.

If you have any questions, feel free to call us.

Sure they were agents?

I have their card and number.

Did they talk?

No. They want me to talk.

But I don't know who to trust.

It's easy to keep you paranoid.

I dunno if Benoît tells the truth, I'm not sure about Bob,

the secret service corner me at the meat counter...

It's not on.

Bye for now.

- Yes? - Chloé said you wanted

to talk to me.

Later. I'm being followed.

A black car.

Where are you?

St-Joseph, corner of Avenue du Parc.

Don't kid about.

Don't hang up.

Hold on, we're on our way.

OK, emergency, let's go!

- Where? - You'll see.

Grab your body armour and guns. Let's go!

- Francis! - Yes?

Keep it on!

Follow me, don't stop!

No problem!

Justine's

being tailed.

By who?

Trying to find out.

Where are you?

Rockland.

Drive around as if you're looking to park.

When I say, turn onto Rockland St.

I could get out, ask them what they want.

No way! Do what I say!

Francis.

- Yes. - Park on River.

- We'll box him in. - OK.

- Where're the others? - Dunno.

Nobody here when I arrived.

Justine's in trouble.

How?

She's being tailed. Bob's gone to help.

Justine, hold on. I have a call.

- Yes? - What's up?

Justine's being tailed.

What'll you do?

Identify them and get her away.

Only intervene if necessary.

It is necessary!

- You there, Justine? - Yes.

The 2nd car?

- Yes. - When the lights change,

turn left. I'll block him, you drive off.

- Got it? - Yep.

Francis, get ready. We're coming.

Get out the way.

Excuse me?

What the fuck d'you want?

- Dunno. And you? - He talks too much!

I'd calm down if I were you.

Wanna know what I'm doing later?

I'll tell you:

a workout at the Sanctuaire, then a meal.

- Wait! - Stop, Justine!

Shut up! I'll be home by 12.30am.

Drop by for a coffee!

I'll remember.

OK?

We'll all get into our cars and it'll be OK.

Bye, big man.

I told you not to intervene.

We helped her.

What if you started shooting, the police came

and people put it on YouTube?

It was fine, boss. It was done discreetly,

it was calm and orderly.

What do the bikers want with me?

We busted a dope field,

one of our men died, you're company president.

They're interested in you.

You could've told her before.

- More problems? - Can we do dinner

tonight?

Why?

- I need your advice. - Why?

You always do the opposite of what I say.

That's how we work. I won't change.

Wait a sec. I have a call.

- See you tonight? - OK.

Fuck...

No. Something's come up.

Can we postpone it? I'll call tomorrow.

- Let's choose a date now. - I'll call you. Thanks.

I need a quick word.

Because it's all over the papers,

Sauvageau and Lagarde are afraid of comebacks.

Why?

Your name's in the paper.

That's probably why they tailed you.

Think they'll connect Sauvageau and Lagarde to us?

If you were our guys, you wouldn't want us around.

It attracts attention.

Yes, OK.

I need to talk.

I'll do this and come and see you.

It can't wait.

Go on, then.

Let's go and see Benoît.

What's up?

I've had a good think and...

I can't go on any longer.

What?

It's over, Benoît. I've had enough.

You want to leave?

I've spent a lot of my life here.

Blue Moon's in my blood. But that's it now.

There must be a reason.

It's not the same since Yves died.

Your dad was my team buddy, my world.

It's different now.

- Is it because of me? - No. You have your methods.

Milan's your man. I'm out of it.

Listen, it's OK. It ain't serious.

What did Dad give you that Benoît doesn't?

Trust.

Not just him, you too.

Your accusing tone,

you thinking that I talked to the journalist, that's OK,

but you thinking that I shot you,

I'm stunned!

I never said that.

It's a rumour.

It's normal to question things.

Accusing me ain't normal.

He's done nothing to convince you otherwise:

that proves I'm not wanted.

Get some rest and come back.

We'll talk with clear heads.

Rubbish.

You may make her believe you're upset about it.

But not me.

You OK?

Bob's gone.

- Where? - He's resigned.

- For a reason? - Probably, but I don't know why.

Because of Justine?

I dunno, I've just found out.

He was Blue Moon.

It's not just him.

- You know what I mean. - Yeah.

No way. Something must've happened.

OK. See you tomorrow.

What?

Weird...

Milan, wait!

What's going on?

Bob fell out with them.

Really?

Keep this to yourself:

Bob told Benoît to fuck off in front of Justine.

He couldn't let it go.

Fuck! That's heavy...

Tell me about it.

I'm not his greatest fan, but I'm upset.

We started here together.

Come to mine?

I'll be late. I've got an errand to run.

- Alright? - Not bad, Fatso.

- You? - Yep.

What's this Blue Moon shit?

Dunno. I saw it in the paper.

The cops, I can understand,

but if security firms get involved, we're in shit.

I know.

We ain't rolling over. Give 'em a message.

A message? Who to?

The girl, the president.

Tell her to butt the fuck out.

OK.

Good.

I'm to give you a clear message

to show I'm threatening you.

- You're not joking? - No.

If you interfere, you'll have them on your back.

Fatso said that, but if the boss gets involved...

What will they do?

Petrol-bomb your house,

shoot your lounge windows,

newsworthy stuff.

I'll manage.

I'm used to being scared on my own.

- You didn't try to stop him? - He's a grown-up.

Dad loved him.

He was like the son he never had.

What d'you mean?

If there was 1 person he trusted, it was him.

It's a mistake to let him go.

I'm totally lost.

Bikers on 1 side, staff on the other...

Benoît's upset because I ask questions.

That's normal. You've only just arrived.

He's annoyed because I want to know who shot me.

Oh yeah? Really?

- Tell him about Dad? - No.

I don't want to arouse his suspicions.

Come on, Justine,

you're talking about Benoît, my godfather.

There's no way...

I haven't accused him.

If I tell you again to give it up,

you won't listen, will you?

I'm not a quitter.

From them.

Is that all?

I didn't ask for it.

Go talk to them, say thank you.

And you wonder why you're single...

I wonder how come you're still married.

Thanks.

Silly question...

- You're not scared on your own? - Of what?

With all this stuff going on.

Wanna lend me your teddy?

- Be careful, anyway. - Yep.

It worries me.

Even if I annoy you sometimes,

you're all I've got left.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

OK?

Bye.

Can you get me the Bomb Squad?

Justine Laurier.

Hello?

There's a bomb under my car.

- You joking? - I swear it's true.

You can defuse it.

I'll let the bomb guy do it

with his big suit on.

- Journalists there? - Yes.

OK. Keep me updated.

Can we leave

a car here overnight?

That's OK. My employees can do that.

But they're not here yet.

They'll be here soon.

If you...

It's OK.

Pity.

I would've stayed.

You're too kind.

- Have a good evening. - You too.

By the way, when you read the papers,

what they say about me is false.

They found a bomb under my car, but all's well.

I'm calling so you don't worry.

Good night.

You were followed.

Lie low.

- Heat's on. - If I hide,

they'll know.

We stop now!

Covert operations can verge on the illegal.

Sir, please get out of the car nice and slowly.

Subtitles: Eclair Media