All language subtitles for Braquo S02E05 FR BRD 720p

Not only are you late, Colonel,
but you come with the police.

You're mistaken. Mr. Caplan
is no longer a policeman.

Once a pig, always a pig.
Until he's had his throat cut.

What about you Arifa? Assuming
you're not still on the game,

I'd expect you to accept
I'm no longer a cop.

Watch it, Caplan. Call
my mother a whore once

more and words will
turn to action. Got it?

We came to do business.
If you want war...

Thank you, Sergeant.
Madame Arifa,

Mr. Caplan is a crook
like you and your sons?

If you say so.

He will be my go-between,
enchanging my gold for your money.

You'll be dealing with him.

In other words, shut your
mouth and do as I say.

So, you want to do
business like this, Colonel?

Very well... very well.

But if I see a police uniform...
- You won't.

We have 350 kg of ingots to deliver.

The first delivery will be 150 kg,
with payment on the spot.

If all goes smoothly
we'll deliver the rest.

When you have the money,
call me for instructions.

Do we understand one another?

Infiltrated

Very well...

You' stay at the Empyrée.
Myriam has confirmed.

I already have places to stay.

I'm sure you do,
but I don't take risks.

What do you mean?
- You're not just an ex cop.

You've been linked to the death
of a police motorcyclist.

Merks killed him.
- No matter.

The last place the police will look
for you is at the Empyrée.

Is that a problem? -It's just a bit
awkward. With his sister, I mean.

I understand.

But it's not like you
killed her brother.

The guards transporting our gold were
told the route at the last minute.

Only you knew the gold was
to be delivered to your places.

Listen carefully.

In two minutes, that door will
opened and he will come in.

If you don't tell me who you gave
the information to, he will kill you.

Do you understand?
He will kill you.

He'll destroy you, damnit!
Do you understand?

What's this? -It was
in his jacket.

Debt receipts from a
gaming club in Paris.

The Empyrée, in the 15th.

Well?
- He's been gambling.

Nobody screw around
with Ruben Breynaert.

No one ever rips me off.

Do you understand that,
you son of a bitch?

Did you gamble away
my gold at the casino?

And then pay off your
debts with it? Did you?

Tell me! You piece of shit!

Get that cleared up.

I don't like dirtying
rented accommodation.

Is it okay?

Leave your clothes by the door
and they'll be clean tomorrow.

Thank you.
- Good night, Mr. Caplan.

How are you?
-Okay, and you?

And how's this?

...big explosion last night in a
storage container close to Paris.

Two bodies were
found in the rubble.

A criminal act has
not been ruled out.

Sources close to the
investigation confirmed one of

the victims was famous
Parisian lawyer Yannis Fahad.

His vehicle was found close
to the place of the explosion.

This controversial lawyer
was often presented...

I'm going to show you a few pictures.

Here.

Ouari Boumendjel...

Mwene Bambesi...

And Théo Vachewski.

Mr. William, have you ever met
any of these individuals? -No.

We believe they were involved in
the murder of this young woman.

I'm sorry to hear that. But
what does it have to do with me?

The victim was renting a flat
in one of your buildings.

Then I'm doubly sorry to hear that.
But what does it have to do with me?

These two had copies of the keys.

Plus, for a few weeks now,
your daughter has been

having an affair with this man.

And this man had a few
grievances against the victim.

He had a serious motive.

I understand.

I understand your reluctance to talk.
She is your only daughter, after all.

If word ever got out
in Paris that she was

an accessory to the murder
of one of your tenants,

can you imagine the
scandal that would ensue?

Especially because you've
already had to clean up

after a murder case
she was involved in.

Young Fabien Mévrel.

You haven't forgotten that, have you?

What can I do to help you?

Sign a statement declaring
that your daughter stole

the keys to the flat from
you, without your knowledge.

We will soon get her to admit
it and turn in her accomplices.

As for you, Mr. William,

your life will soon
be back to normal

and you can forget
what has happened...

assuming you're able to.

I almost admire you, Vogel. You disgust
me. But the way you changed his mind...

Marceau, you know something?
Screw moralising about

my methods. We're chasing
rapists and murderers.

Ten years ago, he hushed up
a case in which a kid was killed.

Just to keep his daughter
out of jail.

The victim's mother
didn't have as much money.

So the case was dropped.
- Well, that makes it twice now.

If succeeding with this case
means burying the past...

You're screwing the law, the basis
of our obligation as policemen.

Is it? I see it more as
the basis of a debate,

especially when it
comes to making arrests.

Aren't you coming?
- I don't think it's appropriate.

Are you staying here?
- Is that a problem?

Not at all. But as he was
your friend, I assumed...

I'd rather remember his
face than his tombstone.

Come on, Delgado!
Get a move on! Hey!

Let's go.

Two guys killed in a storage
container and you know nothing?

Why should I? -The
container was your father's.

Is that your only defence?
- Are you for real?

You think I'd blow up two
guys in my storage container?

I don't know. Maybe you were
working with the victims.

Last I heard, you were on sabbatical,
and your dad hardly left a fortune.

I took unpaid leave to think
about retraining, you idiot.

Well, you would say that.
The more I see of you

the more I realise quitting is
the only way I'll stay size 8.

If I showed it to you, my
inner beauty would dazzle you.

Until that day, get out.

We're not done yet, Delgado.

The two of us are far from finished.

You can show yourself out.
You know the way.

Park by the Empyrée.
Leave the keys in the car

and call us when you're ready.
We'll come and pick you up.

I want the old Jewish whore
and her bastard sons bumped off.

I want them dead.

The priority is to get
our merchandise back.

We'll take care of them afterwards.

I can't believe I'm paying
twice for my own gold.

If you'd listened to me...

Don't forget who's the
boss here. You're below me.

You're only here because you're fucking
my sister and married to her. Got it?

Okay. But if we kill the Jews first,
how do we get the gold afterwards?

Very well. We'll do
as you say, Hugo.

First we get the gold,
then we kill the Jews.

Find the Empyrée club and
see what goes on there.

Go and find the club, go on.

If I sign this, do you guarantee

my daughter and I will
have no more problems?

None at all.

What about the Fabien Mévrel case?

What case?

What is this? -Just something to
ensure we are both agree on this.

Roland Vogel, you are under arrest.

You bitch, Valerie.
As for you, Marceau.

You two-faced
little fucker...!

Could you get coffees
and the newspaper?

I knew I'd find you here.
You must see Eddy?

Théo, what's your problem! Killing two
guys in my container? I'll get busted!

You'll be fine.
I planned it all.

I broke the lock and
used another one.

Well done, Einstein. You think
Fargette won't see through that?

What could I do? The lawyer
wanted to kill all three of you.

Fahad? The litle punk in Armani?
Don't make me laugh.

Anyway, since when did
you care about anyone else?

Is that all you had to tell me?
- Yes.

Take care, you idiot.

What are you doing here?

Say a word and it'll be
the last noise you make.

Okay?

The Arifas? Seriously?

Where did she get the cash for
all that gold? She's not that rich.

We need to focus on what we do know
about her. She's not to be trusted.

She'll screw us over the minute
she lays hands on her last ingot.

Have you told Dantin?
- I think he suspects the same,

but his mind seems
to be elsewhere.

If this transaction goes smoothly,
he might trust me enough to open up.

Yes, but there are no guarantees.

These guys are so unstable.
All they need is a spark.

We've go to walk on
eggshells with them.

At the same time, they
have 350kg of gold ingots.

I'm delivering them in two phases.

First, a 150kg batch to build trust.

When that's done and dusted,
we'll be told how to proceed.

How are we going to organise it?

Rocky has found us a car.

We need to get in touch
with Dantin and his men.

Then we load up the ingots
and go to exchange them.

General Févre seems to be getting
more hostile and unstable by the day.

I feel that as long as I stay in
line I have nothing to fear, but...

As I've told you many times,
if you don't want it to break...

Look. You have to lean
it against another one.

One sacrifices itself for the other.

Your father was always
a rock to me.

I'll be the same for
you until the day I die.

Times have changed, mother.
I'm no longer a child.

lréne Bleuvenne speaking.
- This is Colonel Dantin, madame.

You put me in change
of a mission for your company,

but increased
security has made it tricky.

I gave you the tools
to complete your mission.

You have to prove you
have the skills to do it.

I have a candidate for our operation,
but am not 100% sure I can trust him.

He's an ex cop. I'm testing
him now. Check him out.

His name's Caplan.
- Could you spell that?

C, a, p, l, a, n.

I'll look into it, Colonel.

In future, don't disturb
me for details like this.

Jean-Baptiste?

Does the name "Caplan" ring any bells?

He's a bent cop, escaped
from prison with Gaëtan Merks.

Coincidentally they were being taken
to the prison hospital the same day.

You still have contacts in the police,
don't you? Find out about Caplan.

The key you found in Fahad's safe,
Did you find out what it opens?

A private safe. Each bank has its
own locking system. There was also

a password to open the
safe: "lndependance".

I've got an expert to find out which
bank Fahad's safe was located in.

Did Théo kill Fahad and Bambesi?
- Yes. He planned it all.

Have you been questioned?

Fargette tried but
he's so predictable...

I don't know what to do
with Théo. -Do nothing.

You're not his father or brother.
You're no longer even his boss.

Is this really necessary?

You're nothing but a dirty whore.
- What? What did you say?

Nothing.

"Nothing but a dirty whore"?

I didn't say that. I was saying...
- "Nothing but a dirty whore"?

Fuck! You have no right!
You'll pay for this, Borg.

You should quieten down.

In case you'd forgetten, Vogel,

you were caught red-handed
plotting to destroy evidence.

Between you and I,

I don't think many officers will want
to tarnish their reputation recording

a complaint lodged by
a cop as crooked as you.

Well. Vogel. You've
become a wretched dog.

It looks like ten years in the kennels.

Given your record as a cop,
you'll be a popular guy inside.

What do yo want?
- Prosecutor Vanderbeke.

We know he's covered for
most of your offences

and let you investigate the death
of Lemoine's wife as you saw fit.

And... If I were also
to say that Vanderbeke

give the names of the suspects,
including Vachewski, to Lemoine...

What would that be worth? -You'd
avoid jail, but you'd still be struck off.

You said two men, Mr. Caplan.
- What's wrong? Don't you like women?

On the contrary, I like them a lot.
That's why she'll stay with us.

What are you playing at? -I feel nervous
in the presence of a servng officer.

I'm talking about
Lieutenant Roxane Delgado.

Who do think made
my escape possible?

You looked shocked, arsehole.
Didn't you get the lowdown?

Show me any more disrespect,
and I will not hesitate to kill you.

Werner, look after our guest.
Keep her close.

Colonel. Take me as
a guarantee instead.

That's very gallant
of you, Mr. Morlighem.

But this conversation is over.
Follow me.

Come back quickly, and
with the money, Mr. Caplan.

How the hell does he know
who Roxane and I are?

Don't stress, Walter.
He just knows we were cops.

If he knew why we're really
here, we'd already be dead.

Maybe they do know
exactly why we're here

and will kill us as soon as
they no longer need us.

Hello, Adolf.
- Idiot...

Are you sulking? What's
the matter, Mr. Christiaens?

My brother-in-law has decided
that when he has all his gold back,

you and your sons must die.

Could you say that again,
Mr. Christiaens?

You understood the
first time, Mrs Arifa.

My brother-in-law,
Ruben Breynaert,

intends to murder you and your
sons and then to recover his gold.

Not only is he anti-Semitic,
he is also dishonest in business.

Well? What will you do?
- What do you think?

Kill him.

What's it worth?

You're taking 50% of the gold.
What more do you want, damnit?

100% of the gold.
- What?

When he is dead, you'll be the boss
of an empire worth 100 million euros.

I think you can show
a little generosity.

Okay.
It's a deal.

Where's the Partner?

About time.
- Can I see?

Level-4, a white Peugeot Partner.
My man is already there.

Did you take that down, Daniel?
Let me know when it's loaded up.

Good.

Load them into the boot.
- Get him to do it, and quickly.

Ylane?

Okay.

Next time cop, find
somewhere else.

Have you counted it?
- It's all here.

The Colonel must trust you
blindly to leave such a sum here.

This money is nothing
but paper, Mr. Caplan.

It's to compensate families
who need it. -I don't follow.

Colonel Dantin, Luanda and
Werner are not motivated by money.

Unlike you.

The money raised selling the ingots
will compensate families of soldiers

who were under the Colonel's
command in Angola.

And this club is just a legal front
for you to pay out the money

without the taxman asking the
families where the money came from?

He walked in with a bag
but came out empty-handed.

Was this the man who
had the case of money?

Yes. He went into the gaming
club with in, and left without.

And that's all?
- Yes. That's all.

So it really is our money
that is being used to pay.

The same people who stole our gold.

Let's go.

This club has clients, and is in
a very busy neighbourhood.

We can't just charge in there
like a bull in a china shop.

Don't you understand that?
-What do you suggest?

I have a plan.

But this time, it will need
to be followed to the letter.

To the letter.

It's not what you think, Caplan.
- Really? So what is it, then?

Something that cures nothing
but delays the inevitable.

Let's just say I have some
health issues. -Where is Roxane?

With Werner. Everything's
fine. -Colonel...

Your friend is fine... -If anything
happens to her... -You'll see her soon.

You have my word as an officer.

I spoke with Myriam on the phone.
Every thing happened as you said.

When do we deliver the rest. I don't
want Roxane to be held for long.

First, I want to talk to you about
another job. -I'm not interested.

Give me an hour to talk you through it.

After that, you free to refuse.

Sit down.

Does Bleuvenne lndustries
mean anything to you, Caplan?

Mr. Ministre, gentlemen...

Thanks for attending
this demonstration of what

our engineers have termed
"lnessive".

In linguistics, it is a case
that describes location.

In terms of civil security,
it is a new generation of weapon.

Inessive gives terrorists no chance.
It identifies and eliminates them.

Inessive was designed by
Bleuvenne Indrustries engineers

for use by special forces in
tactical intervention situations.

When you arrived, each of you was
asked to wear a bracelet like this one.

You must be wondering why.

Let's just say it will let you
leave this room in one piece.

During this demonstration,
please sit still and do not move.

And don't forget
to use your ear plugs.

The bullet receives information
from a chip in the bracelet.

It avoids anyone
wearing the bracelet.

You therefore had nothing to fear.

Yes, what do you want?
- Théo, we have to talk.

Don't you get it? Live you life
but leave me the fuck alone, Eddy.

They've got Roxane.
We need you.

Halo? Where are you?
On my way.

Vanderbeke, you are under arrest.
- "Prosecutor Vanderbeke."

What's this about?

Roland Vogel has been arrested
for corruption and other charges.

In order to escape a jail
term he sang like a canary.

It'll be his corrupt police
officer's word against mine.

Indeed. His word and
yours were both recorded

on a dictaphone Vogel
used at your meetings.

It's over, Prosecutor.
You're in it up to here.

What?

Bringing down officers of the law
turns you on as much as it did Vogel.

You're not all that different
from one another.

Hi, Théo.

What've you done to
Roxane, motherfucker!

Stop it, Théo! Stop it!

Stop!
- You're a fucker!

Stop it!

What the fuck are you doing! Théo!

Couldn't help yourself coming back
and wrecking our lives, could you?

Right. As if you need help
fucking your life up, Theo.

The only life I fuck up is my own.
Not Walter's and Roxane's as well.

Yeah, that's right, Theo.

You always did put yourself
in front of everyone else.

Shall we talk now?
Or carry on fighting?

Go on then, Eddy. Talk.
Where's Roxane?

Roxane is with Dantin, but she's okay.
He promised me he'd free her today.

And as we still have a job to do
for him, he'll keep his word.

I want to discuss
what happenes next.

I don't care.
- You don't get it.

If Dantin finds out who we are,
Roxane, Eddy and I are dead.

But you're right.
You don't owe us a thing.

And you're in no danger.

Like it or not, you're the
best secret weapon we have.

Dantin and co won't be expecting
you. We need you one last time.

You've moved on from
the 'group'. Fair enough.

But you need to sort out
your life, just like we do.

You've infiltrated them. Can't
you call Marceau or Févre?

Marceau can't help,
and as for Févre...

There's a difference between cholera
and plaque. He's both at once.

Well, Theo. Make your mind up.
On your own, or with us?

Go on then, spit it out.

Dantin wants us to
steal a weapon, Inessive.

Why he wants it, I don't know.

When we have it, we'll have
them right where we want them.

What's the plan, then.

With Vogel and Vanderbeke arrested,
you'll probably be promoted.

That's kind, but I'd like to go
back to doing real police work.

And you think a promotion would
take you away from real police work?

I gave you Vanderbeke's head. Let me
resume control of Caplan's mission.

That's in Févre hands, and I
think it's almost done and dusted.

What do you mean?
- Thanks to an electronic bug.

Févre will soon know where
the Invisibles are hiding.

When he knows, he'll send in
a team to clean everything up.

Call Interior Intelligence now.
Tell them I am back on this case.

If anything has happened
to Caplan or his team,

I'll call the press immediately
and you'll be finished.

Give that to me.

Give that to me.

Who is it? -Gabriel,
obviously. Who are you?

Put my girlfirend on the phone.

Turn round.

Shit...

Turn round.

Fuck off, why don't you?

What's going on?

We've got them, General.
The bug's been activated.

There we go.

In less than an hour, my
men will be in position.

After their visit, there will be
nothing to do but collect the bodies.