All language subtitles for Braquo S03E07 FR BRD 720p

Very well, sir...

Yes, I understand.

Yes...

I'll keep you informed.

I'm not going to ask you
what happened, Caplan.

I saw the damage for myself.

But I do want to know why
you handed over a protected witness.

There isn't much choice
when you're faced with rocket launchers.

But more to the point,
how did they find us so quickly?

In other words:
who told them we were there?

I'm afraid you'll never know
the answer to that.

Why? Are you taking us
off the case?

Is that all the thanks we get?

Recognition comes after victory, Delgado.

The whole mission was a total fiasco.

Go home. Take a few days off.

We'll put you on another case.
There are plenty more of them.

You were perfect.

I'm just following orders.

It would be naive
to think he'll give up now.

What the fuck's going on, Eddy?

We can't just let it go now?

We aren't letting anything go.

But right now, we need to take
a step back. Go and see your kids.

Try and get some kip, Rox.

Orianne.

You should get some rest.

I'm waiting for a taxi.

Forget the taxi. I'll take you.

It's the next right.

- Here's fine.
- Here?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Orianne.

You were very brave last night.

I don't think I was much use.

Call me if you need to talk about it.

You too.

What do you want?

I want you to listen to me.

If you don't, I'll let you rot away here
until the nutcase kills you.

Don't take me for a fool.

I'm a witness.
It's also in your interests to kill me.

Unlike my young, charming accomplice,

I don't need you to die
in order to hurt Caplan.

What are you talking about?
Do you think I've forgotten

that my husband died because of you?

Your husband took the service
weapon of a police officer.

He killed himself.

It was not my professional tenacity
that caused him to do this.

It was his friend Eddy Caplan.

That's a lie, you dirty swine!

He ruined Max's life and career.

Your husband
never trusted him after that.

You're lying.

Max adored Eddy.

You're mistaken.

I have proof here that Caplan
was the only true beneficiary

of your husband's death.

May I?

When I was still in the force,
I did things I'm not proud of.

Sometimes I recorded
cops during questioning.

They sometimes said things
they'd never have let slip under oath.

OK, I'll sign this bullshit.

Can I leave now?

Don't you like being with me?

Not really.
It's a question of hygiene.

Let me be quite clear.

I only signed off Caplan's story
because he bent over for you.

I don't want to see the others
accused of complicity.

I see.
You have a strong survival instinct.

That's all very well.

I can't say I blame you,
but I am surprised.

You two are like brothers.

Not any more. That's over.

What do you know about fraternity?

At the end of the day,
the two of us want the same thing.

We want Caplan out of our lives for good.

- Hi, Charlie.
- Hi Eddy.

Wow!

Did you inherit this place?

It belongs to a friend.
She inherited it.

I had to knock on a few doors.
I hope I didn't set off any alarms.

I shouldn't have asked.

I'm not worried about me.

You'll see. Andreas has had
a very interesting life.

Well, it's time to thank me
and say farewell.

Thanks, Charlie.

You have one new message.

Hi, Roxanne.
This is Érica Vogel.

We're all set for dinner.

My brother will be there.

We'll surprise him!

See you this evening.

- Hello.
- Walter, it's me.

- What's up?
- I'm outside your place.

Come in. It's open.

No...

I need to talk to you,
but not in front of the kids.

I'll be right down.

It's Roxanne.

I'm going down for a fag
and I'll be right back.

You've not been home, have you?

You went straight to the cemetery.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I just can't handle this.

Everything I get close to turns to shit.

I want to be with you guys
but I can't do it.

I don't know how you can cope.

Sometimes I get angry with you.

It's as though
you've already forgotten Theo.

We're totally cut up too.
Of course we are.

But what can we do?
We can't just give up.

- It's me.
- Hi, Eddy.

I need you and Roxanne.
Call her.

She's with me now.
We're on our way.

It's his whole life story.

There's some well dodgy stuff in there.

Do it.

How did you get all this?

Charlie.

Who is this guy
who gets access to police records?

Drop it, Walter.

The tracking device is in place.

Let's go!

I'm in position.

Destination reached.

- Hello.
- Hello, Superintendent.

- Fargette speaking.
- I'm listening.

I've traced Lortihois' mobile.

I'm on top of the GPS signal.

- But something's wrong.
- Oh?

There's nothing here.

What do you mean? Where are you?

In the sticks.

Keep looking.
And keep me updated.

OK.

There's a car parking by the bar.

Paradjanov is coming out,
with Andreas.

I repeat, Andreas and Paradjanov.

- Andreas is coming towards you.
- Received.

- Hi, Andreas.
- Hi!

- You're making a big mistake.
- Give me your hands.

Go on, get in.

- You promised.
- I promised you your life.

Not your freedom.

Not quite yet, anyway.
But soon.

In you get. Quickly.
Orianne will be back soon.

Hands up.

Hands up!

Turn slowly towards me.

Fargette.

What are you doing here?

Get that look off your face
and answer my question.

What the hell are you doing here?

This is private property.

If you have no warrant
to bring your fat arse onto this land,

you can clear off.

Does the name "Adrien Lortihois"
ring any bells?

Yes. He's a friend. Why?

He went missing three days ago.

My fat arse has been tracking
his mobile all morning.

And it's led me to you and your ratty mug.

He came a week back.
He must have lost his mobile here.

Try pulling the other one, Vogel.

What about Hélène Rossi?
What's she doing in your boot?

- It's not how it looks.
- Freeze! Don't move.

Put your hands on your head.
Hands on your head!

You're under arrest.

Look at what you've done now.

When you've killed me,
don't bury me with fat boy.

- I need my space.
- Digging's not my thing.

I prefer disappearing.

The police will soon
realise Fargette's missing.

They'll find you all here.

You... Fat boy.

The deputy mayor.
And pieces of your old colleague.

Your name will be
in the dictionary of shits

under "V" for Vogel.

You're not just a fabulous bitch.
You're funny too.

But if I don't call my lawyer
in ten minutes,

he'll call Caplan to tell him
who you are and what you're doing.

I don't give a fuck.

After that,
he'll call Mikhail Pavlovitch

to tell him you and your dad
informed Caplan of his whoring business.

So, go right ahead.

Shoot me.

Then you'll just have to pray
Caplan finds you before Pavlovitch.

You've got someone to bury.

Without his phone this time, arsehole.

Vogel!

What the fuck's he playing at?

Vogel!

Shit!

- What's your explanation, Andreas?
- Go fuck your mothers.

- You never said you were a vor.
- Go fuck your mothers.

- In French, please.
- Go fuck your mothers.

Walter!

We saw you go into a bar
where Atom Paradjanov was waiting.

It looks to me like you tipped him off

about Jordania's whereabouts.

Making you bent and an accomplice.

You're wrong on both counts.

And nor am I a vor v zakone.

I was sent to prison when I was young.

I was in the same place
as Levani Jordania.

Iossif Vissarionovitch took me
under his wing, as well as Jordania.

But another man was also very
important to me: Shalveg Lomidze.

He was a Georgian educator
who did the rounds of the prisons.

Meeting him was
a decisive moment for me.

On my release,
I joined the army, and later the police.

Since then, I've spent my life
fighting against my old family,

the vor v zakone brotherhood.

Why meet Paradjanov
in a whorehouse, then?

To talk of the good old times?

The only person
your bosses and mine care about

is Viktor Batourine, the big boss.

- He's untouchable.
- Only while he's in Moscow.

Paradjanov is helping lure him away.

- Paradjanov wants to confuse us.
- If I wasn't tied up,

I'd be able to check if he's also confused
about 200 kilos of heroin

that is due to be brought
into France in the next 48 hours.

Atom Paradjanov!

The man of the moment!

Atom, let me tell you a little secret.

We wondered about you at first.

Now you trust me a bit,
your hands are on my shoulders.

Will you go in for a snog
when your confidence is total.

Come on, let's have a drink.

- To us!
- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Welcome, Baba Aroudj.

It is an honour to meet you.

My father has often spoken about you.

Welcome, Alaatin.

You are Viktor's youngest son, Serguei.

Yes.

You are Arkadi, his older brother.

I can also see Mikhail Pavlovitch.

And the Armenian.

Where are you from?

My mother gave birth to me
where yours gave birth to you.

- Istanbul!
- Yes.

So, everyone is here except Viktor.

My father is in Moscow.

But we'll see him on this screen
in a few minutes.

We had a bit of a disagreement
this morning.

- Let's say a misunderstanding.
- A misunderstanding?

If a guy comes up
and calls you by the wrong name,

that's a misunderstanding.

But if he grabs you and shoves his
dick in your mouth till you choke,

that's anything
but a misunderstanding.

Do you see the difference,
you perverted little bitch?

Well...

Now I've got that off my chest,

we can pick up where we left off.

On my conditions.

First up, you're going to write down
how you assaulted me in my home.

That's my alibi in the Wachewski case.

Next, you'll add how you kidnapped
Hélène Rossi and imprisoned her

in a shithole
you rented in my name to screw me.

And when I've given you that letter?

I'll tell you what happens next.

But not until I've decided.

Rossi's in the boot.

Take her back to her cellar.

And keep your phone on.
I'm going to need you.

Now give me the keys to your car.

Baba Aroudj!
It's a pleasure to see you.

The two of us have been
friends for over twenty years.

Yes, we have, Viktor.

We're like two halves
of the same apple.

I'm in Moscow, Baba.

Russia has become my prison.

My sons take care of business
for me now.

You have to trust them.

But trust, my friend...

It's not like money.

You don't just inherit it.

Confidence has to be earned.

And at the moment, I am somewhat...

...distrustful.

Two hundred kilos of heroin, Viktor!

That's a lot of money.

And in this day and age,

people break their word
for a lot less than that.

My word is stronger than steel,
Baba Aroudj.

Good. In that case you'll have no trouble
making a deal with me, my friend.

Whatever you lose in this deal,

I will reimburse you double the value.

Double, Viktor?

Yes, double.
You have my word as a vor v zakone.

"When will he stop breaking my balls?"

Not my words, I'm quoting
the Minister. He's talking about you.

You lumber us with a Georgian cop
who turns out to be an ex-convict,

who works behind our backs,
with your authorisation.

This has never been your case.

It was already underway
when you turned up.

Please explain, Superintendent.

The truck carrying the girls
was being monitored by my unit,

with your Minister's say-so.

Really? So where were you that night?

If you're trying to blame us
for an operation you fucked up,

- you're mistaken.
- Really?

Remember,
girls died in that accident

because of you.

If I'd known what was inside,
I wouldn't have fired.

You sacrificed the life
of a man who was a brother to you.

You're not a cop.
You're a whore.

As for the heroin,
you can't take us off this seizure.

Actually, I can. You and your team
are going nowhere near it.

And that is not negotiable.

In that case,
I'll send Andreas's file to the press.

and tell all about
our Minister's methods.

We'll see what interests them most:

a 200 kilo haul of powder,
or the fact it cost a man's life.

Now, call the Minister and tell him
to stop breaking my balls.

- Well, we're on the same page again.
- We always were, Rox.

- Shall we get a bite to eat?
- Yes.

- I'm going out for dinner tonight.
- What sort of dinner?

Not the sort of dinner you'd enjoy.

Another cop?

- Tell us about it.
- Yeah, right.

- Have fun.
- Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Cheers.

You're an angel.

That'll be Roland.

Good evening, Lieutenant Delgado.

Good evening, Roland.

- Here's to my brother.
- To us.

What's wrong, Erica?

- What have you done, you bitch?
- Get down on your knees.

- Bitch.
- On your knees.

- God damn!
- Son of a fucking bitch.

Your police career is over.

How come? You'll need to be alive
if you're hoping to report me.

Delgado avenges her sidekick,
Theo "Barbecue" Wachewski.

You want to play games?

- Just watch, you son of a bitch.
- Stop!

- Stop, please!
- Watch this.

Please, stop.

Get up! Walk!

Where the fuck have you been?

I couldn't do anything before
in case she saw me.

- It was quite fun to watch, too.
- Shut it. Unlock these.

- Bitch!
- Stop! You can do that at the house.

The coast's clear.

My name is Mikhail Pavlovitch.

Misfortune has struck our family
in recent days.

But it has not been in vain.

The conflict that pitted me
against a brother

made it possible
to reveal his true face.

The face of a grass.

We should have killed
the bastard sooner.

He brought dishonour on himself
and has paid the price.

We can only thank the heavens

that our sorely missed godfather,
Iossif Vissarionovitch,

left us before his successor's
disgrace was revealed for all to see.

But, my friends, this great victory
was only made possible

thanks to our brother, Atom Paradjanov.

A new era begins for us all today.

An era of wealth and prosperity.

I am a vor v zakone.

I am faithful to my values:

work, effort,
responsibility and solidarity.

Not too much solidarity, though.

After all, we aren't communists.

To our family!

To our family!

What do you want?

Just to let you know the delivery of heroin
will be in the morning.

We'll manage the operation together.

What do I need to know?

Paradjanov must leave with the heroin.

And he must escape
without his cover being blown.

Our goal is to arrest
the Turk's son, Alaatin Aroudj.

- And after that?
- That's all.

You wanted to be in on the seizure.
That's sorted.

After that, it's none of your business.

Very well.

I know what you think of me,
and I couldn't give a flying fuck.

The French are always the first
to preach morality to everyone else

but always ignore their own fuck ups.

I've looked into your past, as well.

You've had a pretty interesting time.

Have a read.

And to finish the "Levani Jordania"
chapter for once and for all...

I did everything I could
to prevent what happened.

- You're taking the piss.
- Levani came to prison as a kid.

Easy pickings.

I'd been there a few years.
I was already a criminal.

I killed the man who tried raping him.

Levani begged me not to own up to it.

He wanted everyone to think
he was the murderer.

That way, he'd be able
to become a vor v zakone.

And, above all,

he wanted Iossif Vissarionovitch
to become his father.

Iossif was the best father
you could ever dream of in that prison.

Why did you sacrifice him?

We leave in three hours.

How many Georgians
does it take to have a bath?

Five.

One inside the bath
and four more pissing into it.

That's why Georgians
always stink of piss!

Why are you insulting us?

- Aren't we like brothers?
- We are brothers.

I say "like" because when my dad
was fucking your whore of a mother,

he had more sense than yours.
He wore a condom.

Why are you arseholes laughing?

Say that again, motherfucker.

Fucking poof.

Do you know
who you're talking to, arsehole?

I'm going to fucking kill you!

Motherfucker!
What have you done?

Kill him!

This is for Levani Jordania!

Iouliana, sing "Dark Eyes".

Sing for our brothers
who have left us.

Cheers.

There's the junk.

All units on standby.

No one moves.
I repeat, no one moves.

Received.

Come on, open!

That's Atom.

Calling all units.
Paradjanov is here.

Target in sight.

Received.

Awaiting orders.

Bring the money.

Come on.

Alaatin, it's good.

OK, my brother.

They're coming out.
Not long now.

OK. We're awaiting orders.

We wait for Atom's signal.

May God be with you.

- Alaatin!
- Police!

Now!

OK, go for it.

Target 1 on the run.

Heading for the disused factory.

Alaatin's doing a runner!

Finish, finish!

- Drop your gun! Drop it!
- Finish!

- Drop the gun!
- Put your gun down!

- Finish! Finish!
- On the floor!

- Drop it!
- Finish! Finish!

Where's he off to?

No idea.

Wait here. I'll see to him.