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Someone tried to kill me

and a guy died as a result.

The Director of Criminal Prosecutions will be getting this video.

- Seen the papers today? - Yes.

D'you really think we can afford to go to court

and talk about what Blue Moon does?

- Justine's in trouble. - How?

She's being tailed. Bob's on it.

What do the bikers want with me?

We busted a dope field,

one of our men died, you're our CEO.

- Drop by for a coffee! - I'll remember that.

We hear your name a lot.

Not a good sign.

Not my fault.

I've had a good think and...

I can't go on any longer.

Bob's gone.

- Where? - He's resigned.

He was the one person

that Dad trusted.

Don't let him leave.

You're not scared on your own?

Of what?

We ain't rolling over for no one.

- Give 'em a message. - A message? Who to?

The president.

Tell her to mind her own fucking business.

Load it up.

Follow the van. See you later on.

Milan to OP.

Target at red light.

Proceed.

- Target down. - Sauvageau'll come and get the van.

- Hi. - Evening.

See the flashing red light at the junction?

Yes, I saw it. I just didn't see you.

No point me lying.

- Licence, registration certificate. - Yes.

Here you go.

- Registration certificate? - OK. 1 sec.

Is this your car?

No. It's a company car. Actually, I can't find it.

- I'll be back. - OK.

It's a company car.

Blood!

Sir!

Get out of the vehicle slowly!

I wanna see your hands!

- I wanna see your hands! - Fuck!

- Hands up! - Yeah, yeah. "Hands up".

Open the door nice and slowly,

right hand on the outside handle.

That's it.

Get out nice and slowly.

Open the boot.

Get your keys with your right hand. Show me the other.

Let's go.

Get down on your knees, hands on your head!

On your knees, hands you on head! Now!

Go on.

You don't know what you're doing.

We'll find out...

at the station.

We have a vehicle here,

registration no. 7M3 C7V. We have a body in the boot.

Copy that.

Send a tow truck over.

What're you doing here?

Are you OK? What's this story about a bomb?

I told you not to worry. Sorry, I haven't got time.

- Don't be nasty. - You just turned up.

I told you I was OK.

- I've got people to see. - You look a bit off-colour.

Don't worry, OK? I can't say any more.

Tell me when you're ready to talk.

Give him

a good grilling. - He looks angry.

Yeah, I know.

Alright?

Great. I'm so happy to be here!

Have you been read your rights?

There are cameras here. One there, there and there.

Everything you say could be heard in court.

You want me to talk?

I'll talk.

First, turn off your cameras.

Because you can't record what I'm going to say.

You'll need to give me more than that.

I'm Milan Garnier. I work for Blue Moon.

My boss is Benoît Lebel.

I was on a mission sanctioned by Canada's highest authorities.

So, what you're gonna do is get up off your fat arse,

key my name into your computer

and the phone will ring.

Hi.

Apparently, you're the guy I need to talk to.

It's a bit late for that.

- You can't leave. - I can't come back.

Not under those conditions.

OK, give me your conditions, then.

The company's changed since your dad died.

"Changed", how?

It's changed.

We had our secrets before, but now,

let's say I'm less and less a part of those secrets.

They're excluding you?

Benoît wanted to go one way.

Your dad didn't agree.

I agreed with your dad.

Which way?

Covert operations aren't always simple.

They can verge on the illegal.

Even if you're doing it for the right reason.

Do bad to do good.

As the orders come from above,

it allows us to shut our eyes.

You can't stop folk asking questions.

There weren't any under your dad.

He could say no. He refused jobs.

Your father was my moral compass.

Benoît's not like that?

I've never seen so much money floating about as there is now.

I don't know who controls it,

but I'd be surprised if he writes receipts for it.

I don't think my dad's death was accidental.

You say that and I'm not even surprised.

I'm not even fucking surprised.

Is Justine with you?

No. I'm expecting her. Why?

Was she really shot at?

She told you?

It's serious.

We'll have an enquiry.

- Did the bikers threaten her? - No. They didn't threaten her.

- They followed her. - Do something.

I no longer recognise her. She's paranoid.

She's out of place here.

Be more subtle if you want to buy her out.

If you push her out, she'll make sure she stays.

You're not her mother, Évelyne.

Protect her.

If something happened to her,

I'd never forgive you.

Yes. OK. Fine.

You'll see how happy they are.

Bob...

I asked you to come back.

Are there cameras here?

It mustn't become Justine and Bob against Milan and Benoît.

- If necessary, it will be. - No. We won't win.

I know Benoît.

Don't push him. Let him come to you.

He'll come quick enough.

- Let me do the talking. - Yes, boss.

What's going on?

I know that Bob's been affected by my father's death.

And that he was close to him.

We cannot accept his resignation.

I have no problem with that,

but if he doesn't feel at ease within the organisation...

There's reasons for that.

We'll discuss them.

My door's always open. You know that, Bob.

Hold my calls. I'm in a meeting.

OK. Put him on.

Excuse me. It's important.

When?

OK. I'm on my way.

It's an emergency.

1 of ours: arrested.

"My door's always open. You know that."

Benoît's good, ain't he?

Welcome back!

This is going to take a while.

It's been a while already.

How can you justify a dead guy in the boot of your car?

We're talking about a dead guy.

Someone somewhere will be missing him: his family,

his kids.

You need a seriously good reason.

Richard Pilon.

You're wasting your breath.

It's my job to ask questions.

You're not talking.

Nope.

I've nothing to say.

Stéphane!

Come out here.

Go on, Stéphane, boy.

Ah, the beautiful Justine!

- Sarcasm, eh? - I find you beautiful.

Even if your personality's shit.

Asslicker!

- Where're you going? - To escort a convoy.

- A convoy of what? - Dunno.

Hey...

- You look tired. - That's kind.

A night spent in good company?

If you can call Francis good company, yes.

What the fuck?!

Fuck! No. Wait for me. I'm on my way.

I'll see you outside. No problem.

Fuck!

- What're you doing here? - Milan's been arrested.

- Why? - Dunno. I was told to bring the van.

- What's in it? - Weapons.

Blood in the cab. Needs cleaning.

- What happened? - I gotta go.

This is risky for me.

Shit!

- Where's Justine? - She's moved into her dad's office.

She's starting to act like the boss.

- You jealous? - No. I wouldn't take her place.

You seem jealous.

Is this your office now?

I need a bit more privacy.

Benoît wasn't lying.

Milan's really been arrested.

We can't act as if nothing happened.

You found an abandoned car with a body inside.

We can get another number plate.

For your reports.

We'll also need all the photos you took.

Who was the guy? He had no ID on him.

You don't know.

Officially, we don't know. Unofficially, it might help us.

He was a runner: an American

who worked for the arms dealers.

How did he get in?

The Indian reservation.

Who saw the body?

The 2 patrolmen, the tow truck driver,

the morgue staff.

No one else saw Milan?

No.

Here's what you say:

you found a car with a body inside.

There was no ID.

Talk to the patrolmen.

Delete Milan's name from the reports.

You think of everything.

Gentlemen... Thank you.

Fuck!

Shoddy work!

Bob's back.

It's too good to be true.

Justine begged him to come back.

It's none of her business.

It's natural. She wants answers.

Introduce her to the big guns, that'll calm her down.

I'm not sure she's ready yet.

It's Justine.

- I know that. - You OK?

Yes. Fine.

Very well. You?

Not great, but OK.

Oh yeah?

I was thinking, it would be...

it'd be nice to get together.

I've a couple of things to tell you.

- Like what? - Not on the phone.

You wanna see me?

Yes. I'm bored.

Well, be bored by yourself.

There are limits to taking the piss.

I'm not your fucking yo-yo! "Come, don't come. Come, don't."

At some point, you gotta stop.

Bye.

Benoît!

Settled in?

- I needed privacy. - Oh yeah?

Action girl no more. Now you're an office girl.

What happened?

- What d'you mean? - Wasn't he arrested?

How d'you know?

It annoys me you think I'm not meant to know.

He didn't mean that.

3 years we've been trying to hide this. First thing I hear:

I've been arrested!

A small job went wrong. Nothing serious.

What kind of job?

Criminal gangs are bringing arms in.

We have to seize them and reroute them to ISIS' opponents.

Operation Bullseye.

How did it go wrong?

One of the Americans got shot.

They arrested me.

And released him: Ottawa intervened.

- When did it happen? - Last night.

- Were you with him? - Yes.

Changed your mind?

Got something for you.

What?

Your .223 bullet.

I found it in the cab of the van Sauvageau brought back.

Did you kill him?

What d'you think?

Yes, I think you did.

I'm worried they'll lay into Sauvageau.

Yeah...

You know...

You weren't with us any more.

Ciao!

Is it risky to pry into staff emails?

If you do it, we'll definitely get caught.

If I do it, I'll have to assess the risks beforehand.

I trust you.

- Who do we start with? - Benoît.

And Milan.

No personal stuff, but do me a copy of all job-related stuff.

Do I choose what's job-related and what isn't?

Copy everything then, and I'll sort it out.

Fuck me!

You haven't said hello today.

I couldn't.

Justine got hold of me.

Where were you last night?

- You checking up on me? - I wanted to give you a surprise.

I got held up.

Why?

I can't tell you.

- We can't do this here. - No?

You're not scared of rifles, but a little kiss freaks you out.

Milan!

Benoît?

- Did you knock? - Yes.

- It was a long night. I fell asleep. - Go see Justine.

She wants to go to the container.

She's bored here. It's a good idea.

If she wants that, let her do it.

Francis and Jérémie in the van.

Bob and Chloé with me. Questions?

- And me? - Stay here and do the cleaning.

You're coming with me.

That'll be fun.

I can't say. I dunno what you're doing.

We take the stuff and put it in a container the other end.

A warehouse, away from prying eyes.

Any problems, talk to Milan.

It's a safe place. We go in 20 mins.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

- You want to know everything. - Yep.

We have to bug a guy's house:

he tends to talk in tricky locations.

Yes. It's me.

She's going now.

Don't tell anyone what we're doing. Keep it to yourself.

You're the boss.

Some of the things we do, people understand them later on.

No matter how much you want to help people,

they have to help themselves first.

Ever been tempted to go into politics?

Why?

Just saying.

You'll understand soon enough.

What's in the van?

Beef quarters.

You can take the piss, I don't care.

It's beef from out West.

Destined for Japan.

Clearly, you don't buy meat often. It's worth a fortune.

- We don't know. - Yes, you do.

You don't want to say.

Yeah, you're about right.

Nothing personal.

What, like: "Mind your own business"?

Francis, there's a car between us.

- I've seen it. - Good.

Justine's house?

- You know it? - I've had dinner here.

- Hello. - Hello.

Cassandra. This is Évelyne, Justine's sister.

- You look alike. - We had the same parents.

That's her humour.

We'd like to put cameras around the house.

Not to disturb her privacy, just to protect her.

- Inside the house? - Out of the question.

Shouldn't be hard. I'll need to take a look.

There are fences at the back.

- Does that work? - No. It's fake.

It needs to be discreet.

Does she know?

No.

I won't do it.

Not without her confirmation. I respect Justine.

I feel awkward.

Cassandra,

see what you can do

and we'll talk to her.

So, I haven't got a choice.

At the lights.

OK.

Francis says if you were in with him, you could've had a snog.

She says she wishes she was.

- What? - Look!

Francis!

Justine!

Problem...

Fuck!

- Fuck! - You OK?!

Fuck!

It was self-defence. I saw it.

Justine, go with Chloé, now.

- He aimed at me. - Justine!

Go with Chloé. I'll sort it!

- No. I'm staying. - Go to the damn warehouse!

Francis, take the van!

Come on! Come on!

I'll deal with it!

Come on!

Go, man!

Alright?

I'm shaken.

I saw what he did.

You had no choice.

I know.

There was a camera.

Good.

Not following Francis?

They want us to go to the warehouse, so we're going there.

- Where's the van? - Francis is coming.

We had a problem on the way.

We were followed by 2 bikers.

They went through the red light.

One pointed a gun at Francis.

Justine intervened.

He turned his gun on her.

She fired.

- Fuck! He's dead? - Yes.

- He pointed his gun at you? - Yes.

Self-defence. You did good.

- Bob's still there. - You manage Francis.

It's me.

Tell Sauvageau to hide. His life's in danger.

- A nice, cosy crime scene. - We didn't need this.

It goes with the job, Ben.

- How's Justine? - A bit shaken, but...

If she hadn't done it, Francis would've been killed.

What about the police?

Not good. There are things I can't say.

I'll deal with it.

I don't know how we'll get out of this one, because...

there are onlookers and journalists here.

I'll sort it out, I said.

I trust you.

We've got everything we need.

We've gotta get back.

If you need help convincing her, call me.

She'll be easy to convince.

You drive.

Wait a sec.

- You called? - Can you talk?

I just called you, didn't I?!

You need to lie low for a few days.

That'll be hard.

You were followed when you drove to Blue Moon.

2 guys intercepted the van. Justine killed one of them.

- Her again?! - Self-defence.

The heat's on, Pierre.

If I vanish, they'll know.

- We stop now! - Never!

- Don't take any risks. - Don't you.

I'll take my chances.

- You'll be answerable. - I'll think about it.

I'll call you back.

Soon finished.

Alright?

- It's heavy. - Not just heavy, it's long.

What's up?

I needed some fresh air.

Take your time, but we're waiting.

OK. I'm coming.

Also, I wanted to say, about what you asked...

I don't think I can do it.

There are so many codes and passwords in the emails...

I'll get busted if I copy them.

He owes us. Call him back.

Sure.

- Where were you? - I needed some fresh air.

Benoît's spent the last 2 hours covering our asses.

The media say it was a police operation.

Your name appears nowhere.

The big guns got involved. It'll be kept quiet.

Good. That's great.

How are you?

- It was him or me. Self-defence. - I agree 100%.

We saw the video. You were faultless.

You can watch it if you want.

No. I'd rather not.

We were tailed without noticing it. That's worrying.

We'll look into it.

What if I hadn't been there?

He wanted me to get out. I'd have got out.

I reckon so too.

Have a lie-in tomorrow. Get some rest. You deserve it.

Cassandra, Justine, come to my office.

I asked Cassandra's advice: it's her department

and you can trust her.

What's this?

CCTV surveillance at your home.

- No. - Justine. Not inside the house.

We want to preserve your privacy.

I wouldn't do that!

It'll be outside.

At the front,

opposite,

at the back, here.

I'll have all the locks changed.

Nothing complicated. Just basic.

I have the same system at my place, linked to here.

That's what we do. It's your firm.

OK, then.

- But keep it discreet. - I'll see to it personally.

- Can I help you? - No, boss.

We work for you. Lacasse from Blue Moon.

We're checking everything's OK.

Who sent you?

Benoît.

Sorry. I didn't know.

Have a good evening.

She looked dazed.

She's gonna get into shit.

Why d'you say that?

You heard Francis?

He said he'd have got out of the van.

You really have a problem with her.

Don't.

- What? - It's stupid.

The first thing you talk about after we make love

is Justine.

Sorry.

No.

Don't worry.

- I've gotta go. Will you wait up? - Where?

I've got something to do.

- I didn't mean to upset you. - No, no. Stop.

I'm not upset.

What're you doing here?

I can't sleep.

I don't want...

It's silly...

Can I sleep here?

Of course. Come in.

Come, Justine.

Here, Justine. This should fit.

If you need anything, let me know.

Am I taking your room?

No. I haven't slept here in ages.

Bob...

Can I sleep next to you?

Yes, OK.

D'you mind turning away, please?

Someone raped me at home last night.

I just want to feel that someone's here.

Don't answer the door or phone.

Got a gun?

- Yes. - I can't get hold

of Benoît.

If we do nothing, Dany and Pierre are dead.

- You lead the op. - OK. What're we doing?

Subtitles: Eclair Media