All language subtitles for Braquo S03E02 FR BRD 720p

Our Funerals

Tell me something, Vibert.

How do you know that bitch,
Orianne Beridzé?

Don't talk about her like that.

But she sent me here.

- To think you were once a super-cop.
- You think you're any better?

My work hasn't changed.
I still get rid of dumbass cops like you.

It's not just your life that you fucked up.

You couldn't even manage
your own suicide.

I'll show you how it's done.
But only once, so watch carefully.

If the barrel's horizontal,
it's not going to do the job.

You want it to be pointing upwards.
Like this.

The driver fled the scene
before police officers arrived,

to find the truck was carrying

twenty young women
being kept in inhumane conditions.

Most of them died in the accident.

Levani?

Levani! Levani.

You need to come and see me.
Something serious has happened.

... a vast prostitution ring
with close mafia ties.

Get the fuck out of here,
there's nothing to see, nothing to film.

Please leave.

What's wrong with her?
I can't understand.

Miss Beridzé.
I need your help.

My name is Orianne Beridzé.
I'm the police interpreter.

You can trust me.

Her name is Marina Kalachenko.
She's 18 years old, from the Ukraine.

I'll catch you!

I'll catch you!

Stop!

Oh, my!

Stop, stop, stop!

The son of a bitch.

It could only be one man.

That son of a bitch
Mikhail Pavlovitch!

We know who was driving the truck.
A blyad, Grigoriy Kantaria.

They think they can just
give the job to any old blyad

and we won't give a shit
if he gets caught.

Find this blyad
before going to look for Pavlovitch.

I want him to spill the beans
before we do away with him.

Even if he grasses up Pavlovitch,
it won't change things.

A blyad's word is worth nothing
against the word of a boss, father.

I know. But the meeting can serve
as both a warning

and a humiliation for Pavlovitch.

- So this is war?
- I'm sorry, my boy.

Never in my worst
nightmares did I imagine

that I would be leaving you
a war as part of your inheritance.

Maybe it can be avoided.

There is only one way
to avoid war,

and that is to die.

When you've got the blyad to talk,
send out these invitations.

- Good morning, Minister.
- Minister! Minister!

Let us through, please!

Good morning.

- Good morning. Is she OK?
- She's got a fractured wrist.

OK. You're going to be OK.

Good luck, and thanks
for being here.

Caplan. You're never far away
when disaster strikes, are you?

- This mess is a perfect alibi, too.
- For what?

Tell him, Bernardi.

Lieutenant Wachewski
died last night.

Somebody created a diversion
by blowing up a police car

and then setting off the fire alarm
at the hospital.

He or she then made their way
to Wachewski's room.

- They stopped his oxygen supply.
- It must have been Vogel.

Why not Lieutenant Delgado?

- Where is she?
- At home.

She'd never do such a thing.
Vogel's your man.

Do you have any proof of that?

The guy who grassed you up
is your night watchman.

His name is Romain Vibert.

Can you confirm
Caplan's claim

that he only pursued the truck
after you gave the green light?

Yes, sir.

In that case, you can
sort this chaos out, Caplan.

- What about Wachewski's killer?
- The State knows its responsibility.

Fargette, I want to know
who killed Lieutenant Wachewski.

Right.

I'm going to do the rounds.

If I'd denied your story,
I'd have looked inept and out of control.

Never do that again.

In 2008, the European Council
restarted the investigation.

Two years later, scores
of new witnesses have confirmed

that organ trafficking
was taking place in 1999.

Members of the UCK removed organs
such as kidneys from civilians

in order to sell them abroad.

A kidney costs more than
50,000 Euros on the black market.

Over here.

The grass is dead.

He was already dead
when we arrived.

- Call the cops.
- The cops?

What for?
Can't we just get out of here?

Micha, your father
was a genius.

How did you turn out
so stupid?

The neighbours saw us coming in.

We can't leave a body behind.

In France, when someone innocent
finds a body, they call the police.

Call the police.

Smile!

Hello.

What the fuck are you doing?
I've been trying you for an hour.

Have you heard about Theo?

Drop what you're doing,
and come to headquarters.

OK.

- What's going on?
- Vibert has been found at home.

Dead. Executed.

Did you get hold of Roxanne?

Yeah. She's on her way.

What a mess.

How come you know Vibert?

That's my business.

Asking me to kill a cop
makes it my business too.

He was no longer a cop.
You put him away, didn't you?

So you've done
your research.

I thought Caplan
was your target.

Don't worry.
You're not in my sights.

Vibert was going to become
a problem if he stayed alive.

Tell me how you know Vibert,
dammit!

He was my dad.

What did he do
to make you want him dead?

Here's some advice,
Miss "I killed my daddy".

Try anything funny,
and I'll kill you.

And unlike with your father,

there'll be some special
Vogel foreplay for you.

- Where were you yesterday?
- At home.

If I'd been at the hospital,
Theo would still be alive.

It must have been that arsehole Vogel.
You must at least believe that?

What I think doesn't matter.

Fargette's heading the inquiry.

What? That fat bastard.

Fuck that shit, he couldn't even
organise a piss-up in a brewery

and he's supposed
to find a cop killer?

Do Walter and me
have to be bumped off too

by that motherfucker
before you'll do anything?

Roxanne.

Any one of us would have done
the same to disconnect Theo.

But would Vogel really have gone
to so much trouble to finish him off?

If you'd wasted Vogel so badly
he needed a machine to breathe,

- would you have unplugged it?
- This is bullshit.

I know what really happened. OK?

Caplan, Morlighem!

That's just as well, Roxanne.

The shrink will be happy.

- Have you been to see him yet?
- I was on my way.

How did you know
Mr Vibert?

He works in the company I manage.

Why did you go
to Mr Vibert's home?

He wasn't answering his phone.

Was the front door open
when you arrived at the property?

In French, please.

Captain Caplan,
Lieutenant Morlighem,

meet Andreas Megrelishvili,
police commando leader in Georgia.

Why Georgia?
The haulage company is French.

Yes, but a Russian named Serdioukov
has invested heavily in it.

Here he is - Igor Serdioukov.

The man with the beard is called Soldatov.
The other is Bytchkov.

Soldatov is HR manager
at Delavret and Son.

Bytchkov is a mechanic there.

Soldatov is also a hit man,

and the right-hand man
of a vor boss.

- A what?
- Vor v zakone.

A member of a brotherhood
with Russian mafia links.

Bytchkov is a killer too.

And the godfather they're working for
is called Mikhail Pavlovitch.

The man behind the kidnappings.

Why aren't they banged up
in your country?

They've done time in our prisons.

They left Georgia because
vor status means certain prison,

with no trial and a long sentence.

Apart from announcing the apocalypse,
why are you here?

Your focus on Islamic
fundamentalists in France

means you have neglected
this new threat.

A powerful criminal organisation
is taking root here.

I've come to help you.

Lieutenant Roxanne Delgado?
Come in.

I'm doctor Beletti.
Take a seat.

I've been through your file
and your commander's report.

Now I'd like to hear your version.

I'm sorry about the doctor.
It was wrong.

Look. I'm not here to assess
the sincerity of your regret.

I need to judge if you are ready
to return to work

without endangering the public.

I'm listening.
Please, be honest.

Don't lie to me,
and you can count on my support.

Could I have another coffee, please?

Orianne...

You look so like your mother.
It's uncanny.

- Don't you think?
- Yes.

So, Orianne.
What is going on?

Nikola found our night watchman
dead at home.

Do you have an explanation for me?

An explanation for what?

You should know
what your workers are up to.

Vibert was already in the company
when we bought it.

Answering a question with a question

makes me think you might be
hiding something from me.

Vibert was a cop
who was banged up.

He called a friend of his,
Captain Eddy Caplan.

He's the one
who intercepted your goods.

- Did you get all that?
- Yes. Eddy Caplan.

See those girls over there,
the waitresses?

Do you know why
they'll be doing that forever

and you never will?

- I don't care.
- You don't care?

It's because I don't like their mothers
as much as I liked yours.

- You forced her to become a whore.
- I did no such thing.

She chose to become one,
to give you a better life.

You'll never end up as a waitress
or sucking cock.

You're too clever for that.

But be careful, Orianne.

Being too clever
can get you killed.

So, you think Vogel went back
to the hospital to kill Theo?

No one else could do
something like that.

And you're the only one
able to stop this guy?

Have I understood you correctly?

Listen. You don't seem
too anxious to apply the law.

On the contrary.
Justice is all I think about.

Lieutenant,
my background is Italian.

For us, vendetta is second nature,
if you'll excuse the cliché.

Let me assure you, if you think that
by getting rid of this guy, Vogel,

you'll be dealing out justice,
you're mistaken.

And you'll lose all you have.

Your work, your friends.

Maybe even your life.

Believe me,
Vogel's life is not worth it.

Promise me you'll give
all that some thought.

I promise.

Get him!

Go on! Don't miss him!

Now! Now!

Take him out!

What's wrong with you?

Sorry, Grigoriy.
I only just passed my test.

Kantaria! Can you hear me?

What do you want from me?

Bastards.

Well?

I don't know anything.

Grigoriy. Talk to me.

Who are you covering for?

Well?

I've nothing to say.

Arsehole.

Grigoriy.

Who gave you the truck?

Tell us, and we'll stop.

Who was it?

- Soldatov.
- Who?

Soldatov.

Soldatov.

It was Soldatov.

What shall we do?

Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.

Yes, father.

You were right.

It was Mikhail Pavlovitch
who disobeyed you.

Send out the invitations
and organise the meeting.

Give me the keys.

I see.

Yes.

- I'll wait in the car.
- OK.

Eddy... I'm not coming
to Theo's funeral.

After Max, I can't face
another of your funerals.

"Our funerals"?
What do you mean?

The sadness and despair
you cops live with

is too much for a normal person.

I can't go through it again.

- When are you leaving? Now?
- Yes.

Last night you said you'd never
loved anyone as much as me.

I don't know if you were
really thinking that.

I was, and I still am.

Then you'll have
no trouble finding me.

And if it's not true, it means
you're just a liar or a lousy cop.

I'll leave the keys here
for you to take back.

What a start to the day.

- Excuse me.
- Are you OK?

- What happened?
- Someone hit me and...

I don't know what you told
the psychiatrist, but it worked.

Here.

- Now what?
- Your team is waiting for you.

Interpol has called
with a fingerprint match.

The truck steering wheel
was covered in this man's prints.

- Grigoriy Kantaria. A blyad.
- What's a blyad?

The vor v zakone,
which translates as "thieves in law",

have a code of conduct.

Break the code,
and you lose your title and honours.

You become a blyad.
A whore.

That's what Grigoriy is.

Originally, the vor v zakone
organised themselves

as resistors against
the authority of the state.

They never intended to grow
into a multinational criminal network.

- Well, that's what they've become.
- Not totally.

What happened with this truck
and its cargo is a moral affront.

- There will be major repercussions.
- Like what?

Vissarionovitch, the big boss,
has forbidden his men

from drug trafficking
and prostitution.

Whoever broke this rule
can expect a long and painful death.

Surely, whoever broke the rule
also has the brains to cover his back.

That's why a war
could be in the offing.

How can you be sure?

I have experience, Walter.

This man is Zourab Amirov.

He's a powerful vor boss
whose voice counts.

But he won't take sides.

Go fuck yourself.

As treasurer of the obshchak,

the tax paid by all members
of the brotherhood,

he must remain neutral.

As far as this individual
is concerned...

I'm not sure of anything.

Atom Paradjanov is unpredictable.

Yapontchik and Roustaveli!

How's your French coming on?

Arse lickers have
their tongues cut out,

but how do you punish
a brother who betrays you?

Why's an Armenian like Paradjanov
mixing with Russians and Georgians?

A vor's identity has nothing
to do with his ethnic origin.

There are Russian, Georgian,
Ukrainian and Armenian members.

As long as you keep to the code,
you remain part of the brotherhood.

This man is our main problem.

What do you think?

Mikhail Pavlovitch
is an authentic son of a bitch.

Pardon my French.

If war does break out,
this man will be behind it.

When exactly is this war
supposed to break out?

If Iossif Vissarionovitch dies,

it won't just be a war
between the old and new worlds.

It'll be a war of succession
between Mikhail Pavlovitch

and Levani Jordania,
lossif's chosen heir.

Hi, how are you?

None of this information links them
to the trafficking of young women.

The only one we have anything
concrete on is this man.

Hello?

They've just found Grigoriy Kantaria.

- Dead?
- Yes.

I even started treatment for it.

- But I've stopped.
- Why?

Because of this.

The ink used by the tattoo artist
in prison was full of lead.

And now that lead
has gone into my blood.

I can't let you do this.
I just can't.

- Do you understand?
- I am the first among equals.

No one questions my decisions.
Not even my son.

My tattoos say who I am,
who I was,

and what I've done
to become what I am.

These tattoos are my history,

and they must continue to be visible
after my death.

So, can I count on you,
like you've been able to count on me?

When I was a kid in prison,

all I wanted was to survive.

It's thanks to you that I did survive.
You know that.

If someone had told me then
that one day I'd have to kill you,

I'd have preferred to die
in that prison.

You're not killing me, my son,

you're giving me eternity.

It's Max Rossi's widow.
Is no one safe from you?

I'm only after one man - Caplan.

I need her for that.

Here. Put her in the cellar.

The head's on the passport
but not on the body.

How do we know it's him?

This is Grigoriy Kantaria, for sure.

ID papers don't tell us much.

The truth about who they are
and what they've done

can be found in their tattoos.

Any idea who might have done this?

Not the same people
who took him on to drive the truck.

It was probably people
who wanted him to talk,

to find out who employed him.

Well, I don't know about the rest of you,
but I'm hungry.

Hungry, Rox?

No!

There we go.

You see?
I told you it would be quick.

No!

No!

- You'll get used to the smell.
- No!

There he is.

Wait.

Mikhail, he's with
the boss's daughter.

Then he'll be
at the meeting tonight.

Forget it.

Check out his car, the bastard.

We'll get him next time.
Arsehole.

Thanks.

Hello, Prosecutor.

Hello, Lieutenant Delgado.

I know why you're here.

First, let me offer
my sincere condolences

for Theo Wachewski's death.

I hope you find whoever's guilty
of such an abominable crime.

- You know why I'm here.
- You want Roland Vogel.

- He put you in here.
- He didn't act alone.

The things I've been through
since I've been inside.

You might have thought
my age would have protected me.

But no.

What do you want in exchange?

A transfer to the VIP wing.

It's crazy here.
Chaos on all floors.

Not to mention the invasive behaviour
of my cell mate.

I'll see what I can do.

So, tell me what you know.

The way to really get to him

is to take away
the thing closest to his heart.

That's what I intend to do.

He has a sister.
Érica Weiemayer Vogel,

daughter of Elena Weiemayer Vogel.

Érica is quite a traveller.

She sends him a postcard from
every new country she visits. Touching.

If you think I've told you enough
to go back on your promise, beware.

- What do you mean?
- She's not easy to find.

He erases any traces
that lead to her.

- He loves her that much.
- I gave my word.

I know. But now I feel sure.

When I've been transferred,
call my lawyer.

He'll give you
the missing information.

Goodbye, Prosecutor.

- Shall I wait for you?
- No.

I'll take a taxi.

What's the matter?

- We can't do this.
- We already have.

It was a mistake, Salomé.

- You're Niko Yashvili's wife.
- I've been a widow for three years.

OK, maybe you're
not Niko's wife,

but your father Iossif
is like a dad to me.

- That makes you...
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Vissarionovitch blood runs
in my veins, not yours.

When will you start behaving like a man.
Like my man. Let me know.

Don't hang around.

Someone sitting at this table

has broken
a number of my commands

by trafficking drugs and women.

The truck driver gave us a name.

Your name, Mikhail Pavlovitch.

Some arsehole gives you my name
in a deal gone wrong.

So what?

Are we going to
just take his word for it?

If he's telling the truth,
where's the proof?

Yapontchik.

Open them, Mikhail.

Do as you see fit with the head,

but the drugs are going
straight into the bog.

Neither of these belongs to me.

Yapontchik. Take this bag and
get rid of the drugs down the toilet.

And make sure
you flush it properly.

I will repeat once again

that we are thieves,
not whoremongers.

Nor do we peddle poison.

I will not accept
any further breaches of these rules.

I think we need to talk.

I agree.

But not now, and not here.

- Leave it, dad, I'll do it.
- It's OK, you do your homework.

I need to know what you would do
in the event of the boss's death.

Would you back
his bastard, Jordania?

French kings were always succeeded
by a son of the same flesh and blood.

If my memory serves me correctly,
I don't believe a king's bastard

was ever allowed
to assume the throne.

Very good.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Iossif is expecting me.
- OK.

- Where is he?
- In his room.

- Good evening, doctor.
- Good evening.

It takes a quarter of an hour
to take effect.

Goodbye.

You're through to Hélène's voicemail.
Please leave a message.

Hélène, it's me.

I understand why you're not coming
to the funeral.

Could you call me though.
Speak soon.

I'll be there.

All you can do now
is look after your child.

Take care of him,
and of yourself.

If you need to take a break
from it all, we can help.

We can take care of
the expenses.

I can't... I can't have
this baby without Theo.

I wanted this baby for him,
because he was in a bad way.

I thought it would help him.

I thought it would give him
the strength to pull through.

But I can't go through with it
on my own.

It'll feel like having
Theo's ghost in my arms.

There's only one thing
you can do for me now.

Just say it.

Make sure I never see you, or anyone
who reminds me of him, ever again.

I don't expect you to understand.
I'm just asking you to do it.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

What's happened to you?

Oh my God!

- Hello, Salomé.
- Levani...

- My dad's dead. He's dead.
- What? What do you mean?

I need you here.

I'm on my way.