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and reroute them to ISIS' opponents.

Operation Bullseye.

Follow the van. See you later.

Fuck!

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

2 guys intercepted the van. Justine killed one.

Her again?!

Blue Moon's on show now.

That puts the heat on us.

We hear your name a lot.

Not good. - Sorry about that.

I've had a good think and...

I'm resigning.

He was the 1 person

who Dad trusted.

Don't let him go.

Someone raped me at home last night.

I hadn't slept that well for ages.

I know. You snored.

No, I didn't.

I recorded you on my phone.

No.

Your mobile kept ringing. I switched it off.

It was Benoît every time.

That's kind. Thanks.

I shouldn't have.

Nothing happened.

Please don't think...

I think...

that you need help.

Lie on a sofa and talk about myself?

Sorry, but yesterday you told me you were raped.

That's a big deal.

I've only told you.

Yes.

It's me. Have you heard from Justine?

What d'you mean?

I'm at hers. We can't find her.

Since you seem to be close...

We're so close we're sleeping together.

Seriously, Bob.

I don't get involved with her.

That's your job.

If you see her, tell her to call.

Félix...

Félix Laurin or...

Lapointe. That's her ex.

She was with him.

You know what happens with exes.

OK. See you later.

Take a taxi home. Benoît's waiting.

D'you know Félix?

I'm your guardian angel, you know.

Why, if it ain't Savage!

- Alright? - Yeah. You?

Could be better. Dick ain't happy.

Oh yeah?

Real unhappy.

The guy who got killed last night was my nephew.

How are ya, Dick?

- Don't you listen? - What d'you mean?

I just told you my nephew was killed.

I ain't heard about that.

A guy was killed by the cops yesterday in Montreal.

What, the guy with the bike helmet, but no bike?

Yeah. Him.

We bought some weapons

off the Akwasasne gang.

Van shoulda been in Montreal yesterday.

But the guy never arrived. The driver was killed.

Not cool.

The fucker who took the van didn't know

my nephew was following.

And my nephew swore,

before he died,

that it was you.

I understand your pain, it's sad he's dead

but he was making it up.

I was in Quebec with Dany on Thursday.

I got back yesterday at midnight.

A bit further on.

We've taken a roundabout route!

Here's fine.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Personal protection. Does that mean I'm boss?

I'm supervising the work.

It's not good to spy on people.

You hiding something?

Don't point a camera at my bedroom.

Don't give me ideas.

How's Félix?

How d'you know?

It's my job to know.

I tried to call you. No answer.

My guys saw you enter the house, but not leave.

I went out the back. Effective surveillance!

Now, even if you climb down the drainpipe,

we'll know.

Are the cameras there to protect me or spy on me?

I left messages.

I left my phone here.

I'll pick you up in 1 hour.

Dress smart. Someone wants to meet you.

Fuck!

I want her to believe in what we do.

A limousine, wow!

I don't think so! I'm not getting the champagne out.

Please do.

You took your time!

Your flat's being watched.

Dick Séguin's nephew saw us.

Have you told Dany?

Couldn't get hold of him.

Dany!

Fatso.

- Alright? - Not bad. You?

Dick wants you.

Where?

Dunno. He told me to fetch you.

- Where're we going? - Get in.

I'll take my car. I can go shopping.

I'll drop you back. Relax.

I've a meeting. I won't be long.

- Morning. - Hello.

Come in.

Morning.

He's just coming.

Good. At last!

Sorry, we had an emergency.

Justine, meet

Denis Beaugrand, Solicitor General of Canada.

Delighted. I wish we'd met sooner!

Hello.

Mr John Woodward, head of Antiterrorist Strategy

and Chief of Staff of National Security.

- My chief of staff. - Hello.

Good morning.

Agents Brosseau and Ruel, our Secret Service.

Mr Osso-Buco.

- Nice to see you again. - Likewise.

Shall we sit?

- We need to talk. - "Hello" back!

I know we've had our differences, but I need you.

What's up?

Dany's in trouble.

How?

Dick Séguin visited Savage.

They know we nicked the van and weapons.

We gotta do something.

Fuck!

Come on.

That's his mobile.

His tracer.

In the same place.

Industrial estate, Molson West, between St-Joseph and Masson.

He's dead.

Fuck...

I'd like to say I was shocked by your father's death.

It was a stupid accident.

You wear the same cologne.

I thought it was a secret.

I've a good nose.

First, we'd like to welcome you.

Your arrival at the company's helm happened...

quickly.

When Benoît proposed we meet,

we had reservations, but given the sequence of events...

The nature of the mandates assigned to you is such

that we only meet when really necessary,

but they told me to trust you,

therefore I do.

Here's his mobile.

Here's his tracer.

They've undressed him.

- They haven't killed him. - Yet.

But they will.

Fuck...

It's me.

Bingo.

2 guys are checking his mobile.

Just as you said,

the fucker must be a cop.

It's bad news.

Your cop pals are checking your stuff.

I'm no cop.

Of course not...

2 clowns have found your tracer but you ain't a cop?

I don't understand.

I ain't in a hurry.

I dunno what you're talking about.

Yes.

I went to Quebec with Savage.

Even if you kill me, that won't change.

We'll see.

Because you're gonna die.

That's for sure.

Blue Moon's managed to divert 65 million:

paid into a British bank account.

So,

what's the next stage?

We transfer it to groups fighting ISIS.

They use it to buy weapons and pay the militia.

I don't know where you got that money and I don't want to.

Once again, I trust you.

National Security mandates

given to private firms are state secrets,

confidential.

What's the difference between mandates

and contracts?

A mandate is... more official.

Were you really an explosives expert in the army?

Hard to believe:

you're so pretty.

I feel more at ease sitting on a box of TNT

than at this table.

- Yes. - Gone.

Fuck!

His clothes were in a field. They missed the tracer.

He'll be taken to a beach.

Don't go out.

- Why would I? - Don't answer

the door or phone.

- Ask him if he's armed. - You got a gun?

- Yes. - We can't reach Benoît,

we may pull the plug.

- No. - We don't want you

getting killed.

Find a solution.

All our cash is here.

Hold on. Another call.

Yes?

I told Cassandra.

- You shouldn't have! - Don't be stupid.

- He's told Cassandra. - See what she has to say.

The guy with him:

was it Fatso Larue?

- Yes. - OK.

He's in an Escalade. My pals have traced it.

Take a note.

Cassandra, listen.

Get the guys from the office, equipment and guns

and go there.

- Call me when you go. - OK.

Cassandra, I love you!

OK.

There!

They're in St-Luc.

OK. Good.

- Pierre? - Yes.

We know where they are.

We're going in.

See you soon?

Yes. Sure.

D'you have a card?

Thank you.

If you need anything at all, call me.

Perfect.

- Benoît. Thank you. - Thank you.

The photo.

Is this her?

Justine Laurier.

Did she shoot him?

Just a name, Dany, and it's over.

I don't know her.

Stop.

Why get yourself hurt?

Yes.

Yes. It's her.

He'll call within 48 hours.

So unsubtle!

Oh! Something's going on.

It's me.

Major fuck-up. The bikers know we stole the van.

Séguin's visiting Savage.

They took Dany.

Know where?

Yep. We're going now.

And Savage?

At home: 2 meatheads are parked outside.

He's stuck.

Come on.

Cover's blown: they've taken Dany

and they're watching Savage.

What're we gonna do?

Send cops to Savage's.

We say an armed man's holed up. We go get him.

He's there. Shit!

Dany, it's Bob.

Still breathing. Call an ambulance.

Dany.

It's Bob.

Yes.

You lead the operation.

And do what?

I'll call the cops. You take over.

They found Dany.

- Alive? - Alive.

He's had a bad time.

I'll call Savage.

Justine is at Savage's.

- Stay tooled up? - Yes.

Once Milan's done, we'll be along.

- Bad news. - Fuck!

- They worked him over. - At least he's alive.

We stop. Benoît won't take the risk.

It's all Justine's fault.

Stop it.

It was you they followed.

How do we get the money out unseen?

- We'll fix it. - Do it fast.

- I ain't staying long. - Police are coming.

They ain't getting in here!

Lock the door.

We're coming.

Dick!

Fuck!

Come on!

Is this something to do with Savage?

Roadblock.

They won't let us by.

They could be protecting him.

What do we do?

We wait and see.

We look a bit suspicious.

Here comes another clown.

Lt. Germain?

Benoît Lebel. Justine Laurier.

I've blocked the road. What next?

I'll take 2 men and go up.

Justine will tell you what to do.

Ain't that her?

Justine Laurier.

Show me the photo.

Fuck, it is.

The fuckers...

Film it on your phone.

I've got a camera. Pass it over.

Cheers.

The man's really armed?

If he is, we're not going in.

Only for his protection. Folk want to kill him.

He's in the secret service. We'll get him out.

Call the Prime Minister

if it's a problem.

You're hard.

He should look at me.

People who look down on me...

He scorns you, Beaugrand worships you:

you're hard to define.

He was patronising.

He's a policeman.

Gentlemen.

- You need us? - Yep. We're going up.

Draw your weapons, but it's only for show.

OK?

I didn't mean to be rude.

I don't often get ordered about by security firms.

I'm not a security firm.

I'm executing a mandate from the secret service.

I understand.

Good. My team's coming. We'll take control.

We'll evacuate the site. We've work to do inside.

What about the media?

Tell them an armed man's holed up.

Send us the bill for your men.

Knock on the doors. Tell people to stay inside

for now.

What d'you want to do?

Shit happens.

It's happening a lot right now.

The bikers are after you.

It's over, Pierre.

We can't carry on.

We'll lose a lot of fucking money.

We'll branch out.

Easy to say.

You don't have to go into hiding!

Show me the vault.

Almost 20 million here. The heroin's there.

Think we'll get that out unseen?

Good luck!

Get the tenants out.

And take them where?

The school gym next door.

Is the armed man dangerous?

He works for us. We're getting him out.

It's tricky. There's stuff to do first.

- Get the folk out, that's it? - For now.

I'll see what the police are up to.

Bob.

It was cool that you came earlier.

I'd go to war with you any time.

But not for a meal and a chat.

That's right.

It ain't you: I don't like restaurants.

- Lieutenant. - Yes.

Don't look right away, but the Cadillac with 2 guys in it

is Dick Séguin of the Warriors.

OK.

He's here to kill the guy inside.

How d'you know that?

He's armed.

Get him out and arrest him.

How d'you know he's armed?

He beat up one of our guys. He told us.

Give me your name. I'll say you told me.

Then it won't be my fault.

- Scared? - I'm not scared of bikers.

Then arrest him, he's armed.

The guys in the Cadillac are Dick Séguin and Fatso Larue,

his right-hand man.

Fatso Larue.

He followed me the other day.

You killed his nephew.

"His nephew"?

The biker: Séguin's nephew. They know you did it.

He's got you in his sights.

Get out, sir.

Listen,

I don't have to get out if I don't want to.

Randy, film it.

- Fuck... - Mr Séguin?

Get out of the car.

I ain't got to talk to you or explain myself to you.

If you want to search me, arrest me. You'll need a good reason.

Séguin and Larue are outside.

You serious?

You can't come in.

Out the way.

I've been ordered not to let anyone in.

Stop pinching me. I hate it.

I know.

She's coming in.

Alright?

Overjoyed.

Busy outside. They're arresting Séguin and Larue.

If they invite you for coffee, don't go.

What's that?

Money.

All of it?

No. Heroin on the right.

- Whose is it? - Mine.

This is what we were talking about earlier on.

We must get it out. How much here?

7, 8 million.

20 million

and about 10 million in heroin.

Is Madam shocked?

She gone from theory to practical in one day.

How?

She met the minister.

We explained things to her.

And now she sees them.

You gonna be long?

4-5 hours, I think.

How long d'you need us?

I don't know, I'll check.

He's still here?

We arrested the ape. He was armed.

He wants to know if we need them much longer.

You see what we've got to do.

Yes.

Put cuffs on Pierre, take him to Blue Moon.

- He's bothering you? - Yep.

He wants to upset you.

If you show fear, you're fucked.

You knew about his nephew?

Found out today.

Why mention amounts?

She'll add it up.

She's dead. She won't see the year out.

Still...

Right.

We'll get him out now.

The police will cuff you and put a coat over your head.

They'll take you to the office.

That's great.

I'll look after your money.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Can we keep a patrol car here?

If you pay for it.

We're not short of money.

What's inside?

Strawberry jam.

I.e. Mind your own business.

Good! You understand.

- We had the money long? - Yes.

How long?

6 or 7 months.

We keep it here?!

The building is Blue Moon's.

The CCTV's linked to the office.

No one would ever know we keep it here.

And the tenants?

They pay the rent. They pay for the building.

Your dad was good at accounting too.

He's annoying.

- He is. - That's what he wants.

Don't look at him.

He's Dick Séguin, you know.

The guy I killed was his nephew.

Does he know you killed him?

He's not here to ask me out.

It really is annoying.

Was it money in those boxes?

Don't ask questions.

Enough for a nice holiday, let's say.

- Pity. - "Pity"...

It's a lot of money.

I know.

It makes me uneasy.

Millions accumulated over months

and you're uneasy?

Goldman Sachs processes billions each hour.

It's all relative.

- They don't sell dope. - Neither does Blue Moon.

What about the heroin?

Just money, OK, but drugs, I'm not sure.

The Americans financed the Nicaraguan Contras

by selling arms to Iranians holding hostages

and selling cocaine.

They funded Bin Laden in the early days.

I do what I'm asked to do.

You're serious.

A true Laurier.

What d'you mean?

Your dad wasn't keen either.

He got it eventually.

My dad was anti-cigarettes.

He realised you can't say no to the government.

I know what I'm doing.

Trust me.

Benoît spoke to his pal.

You'll be able to go tonight.

I'll go to the US and start again there.

Then I'll go over to Vancouver and start again.

Take a break.

We'll see.

Where's the money going?

That, my man, is a secret.

That worried me at the start.

I thought:

"Will she accept it?"

Maybe I'm naïve, but making students high

in order to fund anti-ISIS groups:

I don't understand it.

It's over, Justine.

What we've built up over the years has finished today.

Good.

Hello.

- Justine? - Yes.

Denis Beaugrand.

Minister. How're you?

Fine. And you?

Long day.

Listen,

I found our meeting very rewarding.

That's kind. Thanks.

I thought we might do it again.

D'you think?

Yes. Any time.

I'm back in Ottawa tonight

but how about Friday early evening?

We could go for a drink.

OK. Friday, good. Call me Friday morning to confirm.

See you on Friday.

OK. Thank you.

Perfect.

Bye.

What a cliché!

You've had it!

Isn't he married?

I've heard his wife has cheated loads more than he has.

My ideal couple.

Good night.

Mr Ryan?

Yes.

Mr Lagarde wants to see you.

How is he?

Very weak. Numerous fractures.

It'll be long and painful, but he'll live.

Did you say I was here?

He asked me to contact you. I said you were here.

I'll go in.

- Not too long. - OK.

I won't ask how you are.

I didn't hold out.

What?

Under torture.

It's OK, Dany. It's OK.

It was me who said Justine killed him.

What did you say?

That Justine killed him.

You mean the nephew?

Yes.

Don't worry, Dany.

Everyone cracks.

It's OK.

Did Dick Séguin do this?

Yes.

Wanna press charges?

I'll call the police and we nab him?

I don't think...

I don't think it's a good idea.

Rest up, mate.

You did a great job.

We're doing a parachute jump next week.

- I want you fit. - Fuck you!

Get some rest.

I can't tell you on the phone.

Don't stay if you're unhappy.

It's as if I needed to be there.

But, upsetting those bikers:

that's risky.

The minister scares me more.

What?!

Denis Beaugrand's gorgeous.

I know where his type has been.

I wouldn't touch him with a barge-pole.

Seriously?

Yes?

It's me.

- Sorry, Bob. OK? - You?

Not bad.

- All OK here? - Fine. You?

OK.

Dany told Dick Séguin

it was you. He told me.

He eyeballed me all day.

Those guys don't mess about.

20 million in cash.

And heroin.

Dad wouldn't agree.

No. It caused friction between them.

Your dad wanted to stop. Benoît didn't want to know.

- Benoît won. - Because your dad died.

Is there a link?

You say it wasn't an accident.

It would be a good motive.

A fucking good motive, yes.

Is there a link?

You say it wasn't an accident.

It would be a good motive.

A fucking good motive, yes.

Don't talk at work or at home.

They bugged us.

I knew they'd team up.

What now?

Dick Séguin wants Justine dead.

He's dangerous.

We'll help her.

We can scare people too.

If he touches a woman, I can touch his woman.

- I ain't involved. - An eye for an eye.

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