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Are we walking across the projects?
The buildings are connected.
We came in through the Rose des Vents side,
now we're headed through Lily of the Valley.
How's that gonna help us? We ain't gonna find any lilies here.
Trust me, okay? I'm point one percent Cherokee.
It's that way.
I was a Boy Scout too.
Delta One to base. Delta One to base.
We need your position, guys.
We're in a corridor that leads to other corridors.
Ousmane, where are we?
We went right, left, blue door,
so we go right…
Right. Green door.
-This way. -Green.
Ready to arrest the most wanted man in Europe?
Uh-uh.
That was rhetorical.
Whoo!
Get up!
-Is Diaz down there? -Yeah.
-Shall we call for backup? -No. Not until we spot him.
He's the shrimp, see? Like an unhot Timothée Chalamet.
He just showed up again after three years.
Where you at, little shrimp?
Where are you hiding?
How we feelin'?
I said, how are we feelin'?
The monster…
Jordan Diaz!
I can't hear you! Make some noise!
Damn, the shrimp bulked up.
Yaaah!
-How old is that photo? -Three years. Must be the hair.
-Hair changes everything. -This guy's got…
You still don't wanna call for backup?
I said, yeah!
Five win--
-Can you hear me? -Oh shit.
Make as much noise as you can for my man Diaz!
The man of the hour! Give it up!
Give it up for that fight!
Everybody havin' a good time?
Great. Now go home. We're takin' the champ to the precinct.
Cops are surrounding the building. Let's just play nice.
Easy, Jordan. All right, everyone get outta here.
Aah!
You think you're tough? Let's see what you got.
Oh, you wanna go? Let's go.
Here.
-I was wrong. Call for backup! -Let's go!
Call for backup!
-Huh? -Call…
…for backup…
All right, guys. This is it. Come on, move, move, move!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Come on, come on, come on! Go, go, go!
-Okay, so… -Right…
-Go right-- -No, the blue one.
Are you sure that's blue?
It looks more chartreuse.
Let's go, Ousmane!
Get him!
Police!
Police, hands up! Don't move! What is that?
-Garbage? -Drop it!
Plastics go in that bin!
I swear to God, I recycle!
-It ain't him. -To the rear. To the rear!
Damn, the garbage police don't play!
Police!
Go, go, go! Nobody move!
Don't move! Hands up!
Police!
Nobody move! Nobody move!
-You're not gettin' out of this, dude. -Get off me!
-No way. All right? -Don't move!
Take care of him. Come here! Get him. Hey. You with the megaphone.
Come here. Tell us who won tonight.
-And tonight's winner is… -The police!
The police.
No, no, no. And tonight's winner is…
-The winner is… -The police!
-The police! The police!
The police! The police! The police!
The police! The police! The police! The police!
The police! The police! The police! The police! The police! The police…
Okay, Captain Monge.
So, you're currently deputy chief at the 12th District Judicial Police.
-Do I have that-- -I mean, deputy?
You're not a deputy?
-I'm more like an associate chief. -You're a deputy.
Sure.
You took the police chief's exam three times.
-You failed. -I don't really think of them as failures.
Five transfer requests to the Criminal Division, Antiterrorism,
personal security detail…
-All dead ends. -Hmm.
Anything to add to that?
Well, to quote Amin Maalouf,
"Love lives on patience as much as desire."
Nice, right?
-You know Amin Maalouf? -I'm talking about your career.
-Okay. -Do you know why you're here today?
-No. -Are you sure about that?
Repeating yourself won't change the truth.
-And what do you think the truth is? -I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
-No. This isn't an interrogation. -Are you sure?
-I could invoke the Fifth Amendment. -This isn't the US.
Pleading the Fifth to your therapist is a little counterproductive.
Mmm. Do I know her?
-Work or pleasure? -Work.
Well, that narrows it down.
No, not familiar, no.
-Clarissa Malbec. Arrested for burglaries. -Right. Clarissa, yeah.
She was quite the clever one.
During her interrogation, you allegedly said to her,
"If you snitch on your partner, I'll take you to the Tour d'Argent."
"The duck is to die for."
-Could be. It's possible. -And you don't find that strange?
No. Why? Are you vegetarian?
Your colleagues think you're a liability.
They think you might have a severe superiority complex.
Oh, no. I have absolutely no complexes.
Do you really think that dinner with you
could possibly be more tempting than a plea bargain?
Now you're the one getting philosophical.
I wouldn't mind exploring this with you over a nice dinner.
I'll even let you choose the place.
All right. Um…
-I think I've heard all I need to hear. -Mmm.
-So, thank you. -Oh, you can thank me later.
What do you mean?
Aaah! Don't do that.
Careful.
It's cashmere.
-Oh, okay… -Yeah, sorry.
Oh, yeah.
Up there.
It's crazy how much you look like your dad.
-Yeah, it's the nose. The family nose. -Mm-hm.
You mind making love in your parents' room?
Why would I?
Very Freudian of you.
They're never here.
I don't have to pay rent.
And I'm considerate. I always change the sheets.
Hmm. Could you put some music on? This is weird.
Do you know why Enzo Ferrari didn't want a radio in his car?
-I don't. -He wanted to hear the engine purring.
Huh.
Are you always this meticulous about everything?
No.
Oh. We both agree ripping off clothes is sexy, right?
-Uh, yeah. -You consent?
-Of course. -I haven't manipulated you?
-No, no manipulation. -This isn't a quid pro quo deal?
-For real? -I know.
-But you can't do anything these days. -Shut up.
You're leaving?
I have some smoked salmon. Wild-caught, hand-sliced. Champagne.
Sounds nice, but I should go.
Goodbye. And thanks.
You're welcome. Thank you.
My phone number's probably in my file, hm?
-Call me if you want. -Oh, please.
I'm glad you're okay with this.
People are too quick to dismiss all men as bastards.
People overthink things.
-I'm fine with this. -Hm.
You hit a piece of ass for narcissistic pleasure. What's the problem?
For the record, you're more than a piece of ass.
Wasn't talking about me.
-Ah. -All right. Bye.
See you.
-So, Diakité. -The fight. Let me explain--
-No need. -Actually--
Yeah, I know. I get it.
That's just a snippet out of context. It's tough to understand.
You really have to see the first part. At the beginning…
No. That's not far back enough. Go just a little before that.
That's too far back. There's one part--
-Shall I continue? -No, it's all good.
Over 500,000 views.
You're unmanageable and obsessive, and you've gone…
viral.
They're talking about you at the ministry. Know what they're saying?
That you're made to be in the limelight.
I'm sure you're aware we're in the midst of a PR crisis,
especially with a certain part of the population.
Hey, I've always said that. The problem is our image.
Then again, I'm just a cop. I'm not the police.
Exactly right. And we're gonna change that.
You're going to become the face of the national police force.
Méaux?
-Hi. -Allow me to present Benoît Méaux.
He's our communications director.
So what we want for our next campaign is a hero.
An accessible, normal man with incredible skills and prowess.
A policeman 2.0,
represented by someone relatable
who happens to also have a pre-existing fanbase online.
You.
Me?
This means we need to create a digital ecosystem using your image.
That means YouTube, Facebook, Insta, Snapchat and, of course, TikTok,
so that people can follow your daily life like you're their friend.
And to top it all off, a publicity spot for all platforms.
LIBERTY, EQUALITY, FRATERNITY
A message from the Interior Ministry.
Stop! Thief! Thief!
Commitment.
Discipline. Resilience.
Courage.
Selflessness.
Integrity.
Strength.
Join the National Police.
Your adventure starts here. Recruiting now.
So…
What did you think of that?
-Wait, is he for real? -Very.
Hang on a second.
I'm unmanageable and obsessive.
You said so. Why would you choose me?
People like rebels.
-Plus, you're a great father. -Mmm.
You're likable.
Aah! There we are!
I think I understand.
Okay. How am I likable?
-Uh… -Mmm… mmm?
-Méaux? -Go ahead. Go on.
Umm…
-You're cool? -No.
-Uh, you… -Need a hint? Look at this.
-You're handsome? -No. Look at it. Look at it.
-You're likable, as in charming. -Mm-hm.
-You're cute. I don't-- -Another hint? B…
-Buh? -Buh. Buhh…
-Buh. Buh. Buh… -Buh?
-Bluh… -Bluh? Buh?
Bluhhh…
-Black? -Oh, no.
-Right? I'm a likable Black guy. That it? -Oh!
-Stop it. That's an order. -No.
I'm not gonna play the nice Black cop to cover up the force's mistakes.
Don't be so dramatic. We're just asking you to be yourself.
A symbol of the successful integration of minorities into our institution.
Know where you can stick your symbol?
Hey, how'd it go?
Great. Went well. Sounds like you've been talking behind my back, hm?
So now I'm a liability to investigations?
If you have something to say, go ahead. Who wants to start?
No one? No? Hm?
Look, you're just…
sort of a loudmouth.
A loudmouth?
-Meaning? -You brag a lot.
-You're kind of a perv. -A perv?
-Sorry for being hands-on. -You never listen to anything--
-What? -You always have to talk.
-You're always checking me out. -No. I don't check you out. No.
-You wish. -You're a dick, François.
The truth hurts, but you are. You're sexist, not funny.
And you're full of yourself.
-Full of myself? -Yeah!
And your cologne sucks.
-It's a fragrance, and it's CK One. -It smells like the back seat of an Uber.
Newsflash. You're too old for that hipster beard and metrosexual pants.
-You're too tall. -Metrosexual?
They're slim fit. Excuse me for trying.
Just 'cause we're cops, doesn't mean we have to get clothes from a dumpster.
Oh shit.
Oh, you got me.
-Uh… -You guys are really good.
You guys are really good. You almost had me.
-I almost bought it… -You serious?
Khadija made a joke about Ubers, I thought, "Oh!"
Oh! You all deserve Oscars.
Keep it classy, De Niro!
Come on, get to work.
That was dumb.
Does he really think we're joking?
Full of myself…
I just don't like him.
Yves?
Just came to drop off some groceries. Can you give me a hand?
Babe, are you crying?
-Are you okay? -Wait, wait…
Oh man.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye. Yeah, bye.
Take it easy.
What's the deal, Dad? I thought you were going to work after the store?
Yeah, that's right. But, um…
-I got frozen food I need to put away. -Did you get my Monster Crunch?
-Yves? Care to explain? -Nothin' to explain, Pop.
-At least someone's makin' love here. -What'd you say?
At least someone's gettin' laid in this apartment.
You better watch how you speak to me.
Yves. I'm not one of your buddies.
-You're right. I'm sorry. My bad. -Okay, then.
Ah!
-Aah! -How are you?
Sorry, there was traffic.
You shouldn't have bothered. I booked a taxi.
-I said I'd come pick you up. -That's what I said.
I was hoping he'd have something better to do in the middle of the day.
-I'm happy to do it. -Are you available tomorrow night?
For?
You know! It's Didier's wife's birthday.
At the Ministry. There'll be important people.
-Daddy can introduce you. -I'm not ten.
-I can make friends on my own. -Leave him alone. He's fine.
Out of the way, kids! Excuse me! Excuse--
Oh my God. Is that an arm?
Move over. Police. Move. Move. Police.
-Hey, Djimo. -Ous, we got somethin' at Lyon station.
-Hurry up. -I'm on my way.
-Djimo! -Hey.
-What's up? -12th District Police beat us here.
Okay.
-Keep going. Pretend I'm not here. -Yeah, sure thing.
Wait. Excuse me. I'm actually with them.
You see that guy with the cellphone?
He just tried to sell me molly. Have a nice day.
-Step over this way, sir. -Uh-- Look, I'm with him.
-I'm police. -Sure.
-IT department. -Spread your legs.
-You didn't hear? -No!
-Passengers alerted me about a loud noise. -Hang on.
-At which point on the journey… -Hang on.
All right, young man, that's enough.
-I'll take it from here. -No, I'm police.
-François Monge. -Oh!
-No! Ousmane, I can't believe it! -Hey, man!
-What are you doing here? -You know…
-Oh man! Been a while. Gosh. -That's for sure.
Oh, hello. How are you?
-François. -You two go back a ways?
-Pfft… -Oh, man, we were partners back in…
-When was that… -Oh, yeah, yeah.
I wouldn't say I boosted him up the ladder…
No, no, I wouldn't say that. No.
-Can you go talk to the witnesses? -Yeah. Can I talk to you for a minute?
-It's really good to see you. -Yeah.
-You look fantastic. -I'm okay. Look at you!
-Mmm. -You look fit. You working out more?
Yeah, you've… put on some weight.
-Yeah. -That's aging. I'm staying in shape.
Don't know about that.
-I think you look a little pudgy. -Oh, yeah? Really?
-Anything new with you? -Pretty much same old, same old.
-I'm captain of the Criminal Division now. -Mmm?
-I even have my own team. So, yeah. -Yeah? Great.
-Congratulations. That's great. -Thanks.
-Uh, and you? -I'm still at the 12th. It's great.
Glad to hear that.
-Yeah, it's been good. -Yeah?
I wanted to return to fundamentals.
Uh, back to basics. It's been so enriching.
Mmm.
-Wanna tell me? -What?
-Whose wife you slept with? -What do you mean?
Uh, you expect me to believe you left Criminal Division 'cause you felt like it?
-Sounds punitive. -I just told you it's been very enriching.
-Oh, yeah? -Not all of us are careerists.
No, no. I understand.
-Not all of us cut throats to get ahead. -Ah, ah, ah!
-No, wait. I'm not saying you. -Yeah?
-Right! -Just, work's not everything.
Is there a Mrs. Monge in your life besides your mom?
No, Hey, you know me.
-No woman on Earth can tie me down. -Right!
-Well, she better hurry. -Oh, yeah?
Or there's gonna be a huge age difference.
Yeah, well, I'm maturing.
-I'm going from a hellcat to a lone wolf. -Yeah, yeah. Not bad.
-How about you? -I'm the same way.
-Good on my own. Chillin'. -Oh, yeah?
That's just great.
-So, uh… where's the medical examiner? -Uh…
The new guy was here, but he saw the body, got squeamish and took off.
-Is it that bad? -Let's have a look.
Hmm.
No identification. Cause of death unknown.
-And the other half? -This is the half we found.
-Um… -We'll let you finish up. Thanks a lot.
-Let's catch up. It was great to see you. -Yeah, it was.
Could you show me around the new Crime Division offices?
-Oh, no, they're not… No, seriously-- -I heard they're awesome.
-Great, we can ride together. -But--
Lot of space.
But it's a little-- little cold, don't you think?
It just feels less personal than a district station.
Ousmane, the Saint-Julien-en-Genevois station found a guy's legs
on a train track outside Valergnes.
His name was Kevin Marchal.
-Oh, that's for me. I got it. -Uh… Who's this?
Sorry. Lieutenant Monge from the 12th District.
-Hi, everyone. At ease. -Uh, hi.
-He called in the body. -Yeah.
Guy probably got his heart broken and just couldn't live any--
-Wow. No. Two bullets in his thighs. -Well, then it's a homicide. I call dibs!
What?
What is it?
WHEN DUTY CALLS
I'll tell the DA. Call Valergnes.
-I'll be back three days tops. -On it.
Oh, this is great. Just the kind of content we need.
No, you're not coming.
-Uh… -It's too dangerous. Too risky.
-Can't bring civilians. It's low-profile. -But I have--
I'm going undercover. Thanks, bye.
-What just happened? -That's my Ousmane!
Intrepid! Bold! Getting the old team back together.
What team?
Hey, wait, Ousmane. This is my case. You can't do this to me.
-Now's not the time. -Actually, it is. I found the body.
It's cut in two, so we each get a half. I'm okay with that.
François?
You're district. I'm Criminal Division.
How would we team up? There's no protocol whatsoever.
That's your excuse? All right. You used to be more fun.
-Oh, I see! Is this about Yasmine? Huh? -About Yasmine?
-Yeah, about the fling I had with her. -You really think I care?
You were crazy about her.
Oh, come on. She's just a good friend.
-Ousmane. -What?
-Dude! -What? Come on.
Back then, it was enough to make you totally ghost me.
-You're kidding. I ghosted you? -Come on!
I left you all those voicemails after the captain exam.
You never called me back.
If you could have seen yourself, laughing at everything she said,
too chickenshit to make a move.
Yeah, sorry I decided to take the initiative.
You probably wish hittin' on girls was part of the exam.
You might have passed.
-That was small of you. -No, that's small.
Hey, at least I didn't burn my tip on the urinal cake.
You're pissin' in Morse code, you weirdo.
-Huh? -See a doctor, drippy.
-Wait, Ousmane-- -I'm not walking you out.
Hey, wait!
Shit! Uh…
Ousmane! Oh shit…
Come on. You can't deny we had something real.
Right? We were a good team, a unit, a duo.
We were besties, pals, buddies.
You got a thesaurus on you?
Yeah, after that, we split up.
-Your fault, my fault-- -My fault?
That's not the problem. You can't go to the provinces without me.
You don't know 'em like I do. You need someone you can count on.
Oh, so now you know the provinces?
I was born in Bordeaux. Studied in Rennes.
My parents have a chalet in Lyon, and my uncle's estate is near Aix.
-Yeah, you could say that. -François. Look at my mouth.
Read my lips. You hear the words?
I'm going. You're not.
Smell that fresh air, huh? Huh?
Look at those mountains, all the vegetation.
People go across the world to Réunion Island,
when everything we need's in France.
Réunion is France.
Yeah, sort of.
Okay, how long are you gonna sulk?
Three hours on the train without a word is childish.
-Childish? You called your daddy. -Daddy? Give me a break.
-I didn't call my daddy. -Then who'd you call?
-Mommy. -Right.
She's close with the chief of staff, so-- Anyway, listen. You played, you lost.
-That's it. Move on. -Nepotism.
-Come again? -Nepotism.
Nepotism? How dare you say that?
You don't know my life. You don't know my parents, my journey.
I'm not like you. I don't have history on my side.
Oh, keep going. This is gonna be good.
Well, when you're white, educated, and well-connected,
it's not easy to carve a place for yourself.
-That right? -Laugh it up. We don't have quotas, sir.
Uh-huh. It's every man for himself.
It's so much easier to be Black and poor, that what you're saying?
Hmph.
Did I say that?
Anyway, is someone picking us up?
Alice Gauthier, Deputy Captain.
Alice?
-Yeah. -There's a name from the '90s.
-Okay? -So she's 25, 30.
Provincial girls are way less complicated.
-Yeah, and? -Well…
Since you're a little rusty, this could be your chance.
-You serious? -Well…
I just don't think about it every day.
You really have a problem.
-You should see a therapist. -I did. Yesterday. Quite fun.
Well, Alice isn't winning points for punctuality.
Sorry, I was waiting for you over there. I got you some coffee. I'm Alice.
-Thanks. -Alice Gauthier. Nice to meet you.
-Pleasure. -François Monge.
-In Paris, we do two kisses. -Oh, we don't do that here.
Chief Diakité, great to be working with you.
-I've heard so much about you. -Well, great. I have--
I mean, likewise.
-It's a pleasure to meet you too. -Hmm!
I'm excited already.
-Shall we? -Sure! Off to Wonderland, Alice.
Just kidding!
-Hmm. -So, uh, you say something?
-Nope. -That's what I thought.
-Are you from around here? -Thonon-les-Bains.
"As-thon-ishing."
Is there any interesting architecture around here?
Looks like there's some interesting businesses.
All that's missing is "Napoleon's Bakery" and "Joan of Arc's Tavern."
BUTCHER - THE THOROUGHBRED
It's a traditional, patriotic town.
This isn't patriotic.
Let me explain. During the past few years, there's been a lot of drug trafficking.
People just want law and order.
-They wanna preserve our values. -Hm.
-They just want someone with a firm hand. -Someone like him?
That fascist from the France Vive party?
OUR CITY, OUR FIGHT
He's on the right, so you call him a fascist. Why not a Nazi?
Tell me the difference.
For your information,
fascism implies a period in history, dark and brutal, but not uninteresting…
-Stop it. -…in economic…
This guy doesn't like Blacks, Arabs, Jews, or gays.
Europe, Me Too, rap, nothing. What do you call that?
A patriot.
-Got you! -Okay, good. That's good. Yeah.
Where do we start?
Oh, hello, there.
I guess you found his better half, didn't you?
Kevin Marchal, 26, lived with his mother.
Sentenced two years ago for drug trafficking.
He served eight months. Nothing after that.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.
So he fell off a bridge, and a train cut him in half?
No, the body was bisected using a sharp metal object.
Ax? A chainsaw?
No, we're leaning toward a defective guard rail.
However, that doesn't explain why the wounds are cauterized like this.
Oh, that's crazy. It's seared like bacon, but it's crispy like barbecue.
We need the toxicology report.
Wow.
There are two gunshot wounds from a distance of three and five meters.
Oh, yeah, you can see the entrance wound.
One bullet lodged in bone.
-It's a 7.62. -Oh, yeah.
-Tokarev? -The dealers' weapon of choice.
What the hell are you doing?
Well, sometimes, when addicts wanna hide their handiwork--
-That's right. -Correct me if I'm wrong, doctor.
There's nothing here.
-Stop that! -That's how I found it.
-You all right? -Huh? Yeah.
-It's weird. So much space. -Nice to see you.
That's the country for you.
-Hello. -Good morning.
-I'm fine. -How are you?
-Morning. -Morning.
Great crime scene. Perfectly marked.
Protected. No interference. It's neat, organized.
Good work. No need to envy Paris cops.
We don't envy you!
-Hi. Thanks for meeting us here. -Morning.
-You wanna go talk to them? -Why me?
We can save time. I'll debrief with the deputy captain.
-Why not the other way around? -Just because.
"Just because" isn't good enough.
Well, because I'm a chief, and you're a captain. Got that?
Hmm.
-Is that an order? -That's right. It's an order.
-Oh. -I can do that. I'm your superior.
Hmm.
-Gentlemen. -Hey.
Morning, guys. Captain Monge, Paris Criminal Division.
Well, Paris, but I'm originally from the provinces. We're the same.
Man, people talk about climate change, but weather's fine here!
-Do we have the motorcycle? -Just his legs.
Then tire tracks, blood and broken glass.
-He hit the rail then fell on the train? -Right.
-And lost control of his bike there. -We got a bullet hole here.
-That's why he lost control. -Mmm.
This is where he was shot.
Two 7.62 rounds.
It fits the traces of blood we found down the road.
What's weird is that the guy chasing him stopped right after he shot him.
To finish the job.
Or to cover his tracks. The motorcycle.
It's too heavy for one guy.
He just forgot one detail.
The 9:52 train to Paris.
-It wasn't the guard rail. -No. The high-voltage cables.
That's where the burns came from.
I'm coming up.
-What? -Nothing.
What is it?
Am I wrong?
No, no, you're…
great.
What?
I found a tooth.
-He must've lost it on impact. -He wasn't missing one.
-No? -Mm-mm.
Oh.
Wait, is that the same stick from the morgue?
Mm-mm. No.
No.
How about we go get some paperwork done?
-Thought we'd visit the victim's mother. -Ugh! Ugh!
-Can we get a car? -I haven't told her her son's dead yet.
We'll take care of it.
Okay. Sylvain, can you get them a car?
Ugh. Ugh.
-Okay. -Can I get your digits?
What? My digits?
-For work. -You sure you don't need my fingerprints?
Just the number's fine.
-Okay, it's 06… -Right.
-…39, 98… -Mm-hm.
…32…
…15.
-Call me any time. -Okay.
Mine is 06…
No, it's fine. You're always together, so…
-Okay. See you. -See you.
Hmm.
-Mmm. I don't like her. -What?
No, there' something's off about her.
Because she digs me and not you?
Is that it?
Yeah, of course.
-Here's the keys. -Thanks, Sylvain. Appreciate it.
Unreal.
-You're jealous. -Of what?
-This. -Jealous of what?
-Of this. -You wish.
-No. -So jealous.
-Mm. -What is it, then?
-Well… -Say it.
-You don't have an excuse! -I'm 37.
I'm too old for this nonsense.
-What are you doin'? -Putting on my gun.
No. You'll just scare her. In the glove box.
-This isn't protocol. -Here.
-It's fine. -Yeah, but it's not protocol.
Also, go easy with the news.
Come on. I can be sensitive.
Afternoon, ma'am. Captain Diakité, Paris Criminal Division.
-This is Lieutenant Monge. -Also from the Criminal Division.
No, you're not.
But this way, we don't have to explain.
-Sorry, what's this about? -Can we come in for a minute?
-Okay. -Thank you.
-What are you doing? -What are you?
-I'm goin' inside. -So am I.
-Come on, back up. -Why me?
-Because. -Whatever.
-Aww, thanks so much. -Fine.
Do you mind if I use your restroom, please?
-Yes. It's right there. -Thank you.
Oh…
In the meantime, we can chat in the living room.
Oh…
Come on.
Have a seat.
-Oh. -Animals. Uh…
Okay, um, Mrs. Marchal…
-I have good news and bad news. -You found my son, didn't you?
-Well, yes. That's the good news. -And he's okay?
Well, okay, actually, I shouldn't have started like that.
-Um… -Is he hurt?
He was shot twice in the leg, but--
Oh my God. Can he still walk?
-No. He can't walk anymore. -How did--
-But there's a detail-- -Oh…
-Please tell me he's all right. -You're not helping, Mrs. Marchal.
Okay, like a chest wax. Just rip it off in one go.
Um, Kevin is dead, ma'am. I'm sorry.
-No. -I'm sorry.
No! No!
-No! -Sorry.
No!
-No! No! -Yeah…
-Please, no! -Yes!
-No! No! -Sorry. I'm sorry.
-Oh, no! -Shh. Calm down. Ow!
-Shh, it's okay. -What the hell did you do?
Get a paper bag.
She's hyperventilating. Breathe through your nose.
Breathe. Shh!
-No! No! -What's that?
Stupid!
Gross.
Shh. Deep breaths. Come on.
Okay, do it. Just keep breathing. Here.
Breathe into the bag.
There you go.
We'll do everything in our power to find out who did this, okay?
Oh, it smells just like him.
Oh! He was a good boy,
but he was always hanging out with the wrong people.
Quit it!
Who, for instance?
There was his… his friend, Nader.
The Snitch.
It'll be okay.
No!
It's okay, ma'am. We understand.
What did Kevin do? Did he work?
He used to work at the pharmacy, but… but he got fired.
They accused him of stealing medication
and having people buy it from him on the street.
That's when he started spending his days in his workshop.
-That's what he called it. -Mm-hm.
-I don't know what he was doing, but… -Let go.
-At least he was here. -Mm-hm.
-With me. -Okay.
He was with me!
-I know. -Shh. It's okay.
-It's okay. -Let it out.
I know.
I know. Okay, okay, okay.
-Ow! My pinkie. -Shut up!
Ow!
There you go.
This is nice, huh? Yeah.
Okay, well, it's slippery. Pig and chicken shit.
Hey!
It's back there.
Careful around the dogs. They can be a little frisky.
Take a hike!
Hey. Sh!
Man, I don't think I ever got a rabies shot.
Come on! Look at the little guys.
See, they're fine. For real. Right?
Huh? Look.
What a good boy.
Oh shit!
They're out of control!
What the hell? Do you think they're bipolar?
I know some bears are bipolar.
-Was Kevin training them to fight? -No.
I don't think they ever left the house.
-I gotta get keys. -Hang on.
No need.
A nice little lab.
-No kidding. A budding chemist. -Not bad, Kevin.
Pretty nice, my man.
-What is this? -Very organized.
Okay.
-Nasal decongestant. -Hell of a cold.
They use this to make methamphetamine. See these crystals here?
You studied chemistry?
I've studied Breaking Bad.
Coke.
-Oxycodone. -Hang on. Don't move.
What are you doing?
Sending it to a friend in Narcotics.
Yasmine… You two still talk?
Why? What do you care?
Oh, okay. You're not mad at her?
Dude, I'm not mad at you.
-Quit bugging me about that. -Right. Nice double standard.
Man, you could kill a horse with this much.
-Shit. The dogs. -What about them?
He tested product on them. They're guinea pigs.
-Mrs. Marchal? -Yes?
Can you tell us anything about the people your son hung out with?
Well, there was this girl. Jessica.
He went to see her sometimes. I think she works at a bar.
Hold on.
Is it by chance this bar?
That's the one.
Ah!
-Strip. -Yeah.
Mmm.
That means we might see naked women.
-And? -No, nothing. You've been warned.
You're a dick.
-You got a hanky? -Why do you need a hanky?
-You're sweating. -Stop talking.
-Hello. -Miss.
We're not open yet.
You are now.
We need to speak with Jessica.
-Which way are the dressing rooms? -Um…
-Down there. -Thank you.
Okay. I'm going.
-To the dressing rooms? -Yeah.
You sure?
You're a dickhead.
Mmm.
Excuse me.
Well, hi.
And you are?
Uh… Yeah. Police.
One moment.
François. François.
Um…
You should go.
-Why? -It's better this way.
Well… Oh!
-You have issues. -What?
-Very sad. -What? Hey--
-You have issues with women. -What does that mean? Go.
-Jessica? -Hm?
Captain Monge. Paris Criminal Division.
-What is this? A parade? -I wanna talk about Kevin Marchal.
-Is he okay? -No, he's dead.
He was murdered.
I knew this wouldn't end well.
Rub my back?
As you wish.
No problem.
That okay?
-I mean, my hands aren't too cold? -No.
No.
Okay, now you answer.
Come on, let's not make this boring.
Here's how it works. I ask you questions, and you answer.
You remind me of this joke, bro.
Aah! He speaks! And he called me bro.
-I'd say that's progress. -It's about a…
What do you call, um…
A man of color.
Can't wait to hear this.
He walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder.
The bartender sees him, says, "Wow! He's beautiful!"
"Where did you get him?"
Okay? Where'd he get him?
The parrot answers, "In Africa."
In Africa!
In Africa? Aah!
-'Cause the parrot says it. -Right!
Wow, that's a good one. Well, it's racist, but it's a good one.
-Racist towards who? -Black people.
-Oh, come on. -Un poquito.
Sorry, shouldn't speak Spanish. Don't wanna provoke you. But it's racist.
So, Kevin Marchal.
I don't talk to Sub-Saharan immigrants. Sorry.
And I usually don't talk to racist sons of bitches.
But let's both give it a shot, okay? You got that, partner?
Oh! Guess it's my turn.
Hey! Are you out of your mind?
I just cleaned in here!
Oh, no. No!
I mean, it was fun at first.
Despite his wild side, he was a sweet guy.
Sure.
But that stuff he was making…
-Sorry. So he was dealing? -He used to.
-With his buddy, the Snitch. -Who's he?
Nader.
They call him the Snitch.
He works at the laser tag place at the mall.
They got in a fight when he found out Kevin was making his own drugs.
They were doing pretty good business.
-François] Uh-huh? -They'd deal in nightclubs.
In raves.
You don't have to do my butt.
Okay.
-Thanks. -You're very welcome.
Come on. Come on!
We met up, like, two weeks ago.
He was really nervous, like he… was spooked about something.
-I don't know. -François!
François!
And that guy gets chief.
God damn!
Damn! Hey, this guy's nuts. He's fucking crazy.
I'll show you. This ain't over. This ain't over!
Damn it. Coming!
Idiot…
There's a reason this is against fucking protocol.
Oh shit!
Fuck! Aah! Shit!
Oh, come on, come on, come on!
No!
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Shit!
First warning! Hands on your head!
Hey…
Uh… Uh…
This is your second warning?
What the fuck?
He's dead.
Weird. No pain, didn't tire.
The guy was on drugs.
Yeah, sure.
What do you mean, "sure"?
Listen, Ousmane. You got your ass kicked. You don't have to make excuses.
All because of a joke. It was tasteless, I'll give you that--
No, it wasn't tasteless.
-It was racist. Not the same. -Oh! In the original, it's a monkey.
I think you're being overly sens--
You were saying?
GET OUT, NEGROES AND HOMOS
Am I still too sensitive?
God! What a shitty town. Damn!
Look at this. They even broke the window!
The window? Come on, guys…
Why do people do this? Seriously. Why break the window?
And I understand the N-word, but "homos"? Really?
-What was that? -Come again?
-I heard you. I want an explanation. -You don't understand.
No, I don't. Give me the keys, please.
Oh shit, uh…
I… I strategically placed them under the car.
-You left the keys under the car? -Yes!
Carl Müller. License revoked two years ago. Nothing too egregious.
He worked for a security company. Securitec.
-Guess we should pay them a visit. -Hmm.
He had this tattooed on his neck. Mean something to you?
-No. -If it isn't our friends from the capital!
How are you? I'm Chief Mercier.
-Pleasure to meet you. -Pleasure's mine.
We're waiting for the autopsy. Hopefully, it confirms cardiac arrest.
-Or was it self-defense? -I was attacked.
Verbally and physically.
-What more do you need? -The guy was kinda tough.
No, the guy was on drugs.
Reminds me of a kid I saw at a rave.
He had a bad trip on laced ecstasy. Took three guys to stop him.
Let's compare Carl's results with the stuff we found at Kevin's.
Two dead bodies in two days is way above our average.
I need you to stop the body count,
and wrap this up quickly, quietly and with a sure hand, hm?
-That sounds like us. I do quiet jobs. -And he does hand jobs? Not surprised.
Gauthier, stick to procedure. Record everything.
Of course, boss. Sometimes, he mixes up captain and secretary.
-I have that problem. -That right?
Some people think a captain works under the chief. We're more like co-chiefs.
Hmm.
Oh! Kevin's tests. Traces of cocaine and cannabis. Uh…
Just like most of the kids here.
He's not a dealer or addict. He's a cook.
Speaking of cooks, are you hungry? We've done enough for one day.
What's the local specialty?
Hm.
Mmm!
-Mmm. -Mmm!
-Mmm. Delicious. -Mm-hm?
-Mmm! It's tasty. -Mm.
You can't go back without trying our croissoufflé.
And crunchy, mmm, but it melts in your mouth.
Mmm, mmm. So good!
-Mmm. -God, I'm just pigging out.
I was worried that tripe, pasta and Raclette cheese would be too heavy.
But it's not at all.
-That's right. -Not at all. You wanna know why?
They don't use heavy cream. They use yog-urt.
What?
-It's yog-urt. -Yoh-gurt!
-Yogurt. -No "yog-urt." Oh. Oh. "Yoh-gurt."
-But the "O" is silent. Yog-urt. -No. Yoh-gurt.
-I've always said yog-urt. How about you? -Uh, yoh-gurt.
-Really? -See, told you.
-I've always said yog-urt. -How about "sp-yoon" while you're at it?
-I'm sure both are correct. -Where'd you learn that?
At "sch-yool"? Where you wrote on the "wh-yite board"?
-Whatever. -There are no "ryules" for the table.
-I'm afraid we must "gyo." -Perhaps I should "cyall you a cyarriage."
All right! Are you done yet?
Alice? May I call you that?
Of course you can.
Tell me, Alice…
-Hmm? -Excuse me.
-What's a girl like you-- -Excuse me.
…doing in this line of work?
What do you mean, a girl like me?
-Well-- -Means you're hot.
Sorry?
Come on, we don't need to sugar-coat it.
Alice is a ravishing young woman. Pointing it out isn't a crime.
You're being a creep.
The Veile family!
-How are you doing? Hello. -Mr. Mayor.
-Hey. -How are you?
-Hey, good evening. -How are you?
I'm great.
-Hmm. -Peter! How's it going?
-How's business? -Isn't that the mayor?
-It's his second home. -I'll stop in soon.
Literally. He owns the restaurant and a bunch of other places.
Right, I get it. Brunner City, huh?
When the local economy crashed, he bought everything
and created thousands of jobs, so, of course, when he ran for mayor…
Ms. Deputy Captain.
-Mr. Mayor. Hi. -Good evening.
-Pleasure to meet-- -Ah, don't get up.
-You're both from Paris, aren't you? -Yeah.
You're here about the death of Kevin Marchal?
-News travels fast. -Poor kid. It's terrible.
Terrible. You know, that's why I work so hard.
So young people can thrive here, away from violence and the drug trade.
Anyway, I hope you find the culprit quickly
and that it won't keep you from enjoying our town.
-I see you're off to a nice start. -Yeah.
To accompany this meal, I'd recommend a glass of Chartreuse. It's made in house.
Mickael? Three.
-Have you been here before? -No, but we feel at home.
It's clean. And welcoming.
I actually came here a while ago with my grandma.
We were visiting one of the resorts.
It was a magical place. What? Their spa was absolutely exquisite.
Yeah. Don't care.
Excuse him.
-I hope you enjoy your evening. -Thanks.
-Bye, now.
-Thanks, Mr. Mayor. -Bye.
Hey, isn't that nice? The mayor coming to the restaurant…
-Oh, right. Thanks, Mickael. -Thanks.
So one drink, a pat on the back, and you're sold.
You'd vote for Hitler.
Well, to your coalition with the provinces.
-Cheers. -Mmm.
Tastes like goat piss.
I'm sorry.
-I ate way too much. -Ever heard of self-restraint?
It's not me, it's the cookie that came with the coffee.
Cinnamon makes me bloated.
Here we are.
Hmm.
-You're joking? -Sorry. We're on a budget.
-It's perfect. Thanks. -Mm-hm.
And thanks for tonight. It was great.
Hmm.
It's all great.
Mmm.
-Oh, sure. I'll get your bag. -Good night.
Good night.
I'm tired. Come on.
-Okay, Dad. All right. -Come on!
-See you. -Yeah, have a good night.
No, after you.
-No, go ahead. -Go ahead.
-You said, "go ahead." -No, you did.
It's fine. Go on.
You're kidding me.
Can I help you?
-We have two rooms. Diakité and Monge. -Diaki…
-…té. -Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah. One queen.
No. No, there's two of us.
-So, two rooms. -Hm.
No, this says one room for two people.
Fine. Forget it. Give me my own room, please. I'll pay.
We're all booked up, sorry.
Totally full 'cause of the conference. It's…
totally… full.
It's fine.
Really?
Right. Of course.
I call the window side.
If populism means listening to your fellow citizens
and trying to improve their lives, then yes, I am a populist.
And proud of it.
What kind of message are we sending these unfortunate people?
"Come to our country. We'll provide for you." It's fiction!
All that's waiting is poverty and deprivation.
It's time to stop dangling carrots and to stop making promises we can't keep.
What you doin'?
Oh, my bad. Sorry. Forgot you were there.
Excuse me.
-There. Happy? -Do I look happy?
You think I'm gonna sleep next to you like that? Hell, no.
-Why not? -Because.
-Because why? -Just because.
-Of course, "just because." -Damn straight.
Well, I can't sleep unless I'm naked.
Look, I even left my T-shirt on.
The T-shirt is not the problem. Your balls are out!
Like a white Winnie-the-Pooh.
What's going on with you? Are you afraid?
Afraid that I'll awaken some hidden desire or something?
You got me. Now go pick up your briefs and put 'em on.
I'd appreciate it.
You need to get more comfortable with the human body.
My body is fine.
It's your naked ass I don't want next to me.
Yeah, you're not a prude at all…
There we go.
-We okay now? -Yeah. We're good.
-Okay, all right. Good night. -All right, good night.
François.
Nasty.
Looks like the local security business is booming.
-Are you sulking? -No.
What's the matter?
You should've had breakfast. They had smoked sausage.
-I'm fine. -Gives you energy.
Sleep gives me energy.
Your nose makes a weird noise when you sleep.
See a doctor, sniffy.
-My nose is perfect. Runs in the family. -Hmm.
We got Carl's results. Amphetamines and steroids.
-Just like Kevin. -Told you. The guy was on drugs.
And he beat your ass.
-Because he was on drugs. -Right.
That's right.
SECURITEC RECEPTION, VISITORS/DELIVERIES
Okay, Ousmane.
Ousmane!
The guys behind this door worked with Carl.
They're probably all on the same drug.
Yeah, so?
So I think it's best if I take the lead this time and you hang back,
so we avoid a situation like the one at The Cherry.
What situation?
Ah, right!
The fight!
-You sure? -It's safer.
Okay.
What's up, gym rats?
Don't stop on our account. We're just the police.
That's right. Those annoying cops are here.
Which one of you cupcakes is in charge?
Here we go.
Nobody move.
We want to speak to the manager.
You didn't give a warning.
Oh, right, sorry. First warning.
-You have to say it before. -It's too late.
All right, Stallone, you can move.
Goran Jurdik. I'm the boss. What do you want?
Hey, there he is! Leader of the cupcakes.
-Look around while we chat. -Huh? But…
It's good to meet you, sir.
Please, man. You too.
Back up. Right now. Make some room.
Carl Müller, does it ring a bell?
Yeah, sure, I know him. Haven't seen him today.
-Does he have a locker? -You'd know better if he's in custody.
-You know if he keeps anything here? -Yeah. Over there.
François, the locker room.
Kevin Marchal.
No. Don't know him.
Of course not.
"N-words and homos" ring any bells?
Doesn't sound familiar to me.
But that's a good start.
Is it the mountain air, or are your friends pretty doped up?
Huh. Well…
We could do urine samples if you want. Guys'd love that.
Cups are by the coffee.
Oh, hello.
Lovely voice.
Hm.
What's that tattoo you all have?
What, this? It's the symbol of the Sons of Clovis.
-What's that? -It's a discussion group.
We get together and discuss our shared values.
I get the idea. A cross between a book club and Fascists Anonymous.
Huh.
You okay, François?
Oh, yeah, I'm good.
Well, I think we all better go now.
Really? Why? We're having fun.
Even though there's not a lot of color in here.
It seems to range from white to whiter.
Light white.
Dark white.
Hmm. What else we got?
Oh! Two eggshell whites.
Ah! Red white!
You gotta be careful. Nothing less than SPF 50. We in the mountains here.
Sun's closer.
Hey, bud, you got a warrant to come stir all this shit up in here?
-"Bud"? -What? I didn't think so.
Get this clown out of here.
Nobody move!
First warning.
See, Ousmane? That wasn't so hard.
Our friend Carl does have a locker. Guess what's inside?
Tokarev.
So, Carl was one of Kevin's customers.
They had a falling-out when he fell off the railroad bridge.
-Yeah. -And the Sons of Clovis?
Come on. They don't see the world like you do. That doesn't make them criminals.
Carl had a pick-up truck. We didn't find it.
But the debris on the road and the tire tracks match.
-All right. -Same with ballistics.
They confirmed it. Looks like you found the murder weapon.
I call that a clean sweep.
Congratulations. Your methods are questionable, but those results…
-You too, Gauthier. -Hmm.
Thank you, Chief.
First compliment in 18 months. Thanks.
Too bad it went by so fast.
Oh, also, I'm going up to Paris in a month.
We should meet up. Ousmane?
Ousmane?
-Ousmane? Ousmane? Can I call you? -Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Great. Are those guys just leaving?
Apart from a criminal fashion sense, we don't have anything on them.
You don't wanna miss your train.
Are you in love? Hmm?
She's nice, but there's more fish in the sea.
Anyway, you handled it like a pro.
-We just got screwed over. -It's a game, dude.
-Don't take it so seriously. -It can't just be between Carl and Kevin.
-Oh. -It's too perfect. It's too clean.
-We found the gun in his locker. -Anyone could have put it there.
-Including Carl. -Or the Sons of Clovis.
Carl's the ideal culprit. He can't talk anymore.
So the case is closed and everyone goes home.
We haven't followed up on all the leads.
Where are you going? Hey! The train's coming in two minutes.
We're gonna go talk to the Snitch.
LASER TAG
Hi, there.
-Hey, guys. Are you here to play? -Hello.
-No. We're looking for Nader. Is he here? -Uh…
-The Snitch. -He's back there.
He's in the middle of a game. Sir, you can't just go in there!
-Hey! Sir, stop! -Fight.
Ladies and gentlemen, I hope your vests are strapped on.
This one sure isn't.
As a reminder, when a member of your team gets shot,
you automatically lose no less than ten points.
Not respecting the safety measures will result
in an immediate ejection from the game.
Are you ready?
Yeah!
-Yeah! -Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Goooo!
Go! Go!
-Go… -Come here. Police.
Oh, why you runnin'?
-Go, go! -Go!
Oh!
Nader!
That's the last one!
Nader! Come here!
What the hell are you doing? I almost had him!
Get him!
Wait. There!
Son of a bitch!
Shit!
Get back here!
Nader!
I don't think we've got the right shoes!
Ah! Let go!
Nader! Nader!
-What are you-- -Hey!
Hey!
-Hey, hey! -Please!
-Police! -What the hell's going on?
Gonna need your kart, ma'am. Ah!
Hey. Hey!
Blind dickhead!
-Police! Out of the kart! -What do you want? I didn't do anything!
Pull over!
-Get him! Get him! Right there! -Stop!
-Out of the way! -Stop!
-Police! You gotta block him! -You gotta block him!
Go, go! Get him!
Damn it! What are you doing?
Police!
Stop!
I'm innocent! Swear to God!
We're the authorities!
Hey!
Look at this! See this?
Stop right now!
Hey! Holy shit.
Police!
That's enough, young man. Come back!
-No! -You're not getting away!
Nader! You are so grounded!
No! I didn't do anything!
You're gonna hurt these customers! Watch out!
Look out! Sorry, ma'am. Sorry!
Sorry! It's slippery.
-Hey! Nader! Get back here! Nader! -No!
Get back here! Don't be stupid!
-Police! -Come on!
Nader, look out!
Sir, look out!
To the left, the left!
Sorry.
Come on! Outta the way! Hey!
-Gimme that! -Nader!
Out of the way!
He's throwing stuff at me!
-Oof! -Hey! Hey!
-Nader! What the hell? -Oh!
Ground beef!
Oh shit!
I almost had him! What the hell are you doing?
I'll lead him to breakfast cereal. You cut him off by home accessories.
-Okay, let's go. -We'll hit him from both sides!
Come on. Go! Go!
Move, move, move, move!
Police! Out of the way, okay?
Hey, hey!
Shit!
Clear! Move!
Oh!
-Go on. Get back. -No, you can't do this!
-Nothing to see here. Keep shopping. -Am I being arrested?
-There's a sale on baked goods! -You're hurting me!
-Dude! You're hurting me! -Got your diapers now. Be a big boy.
Sorry, I shouldn't have ran away like that.
But I have a lot of problems with the police.
I talk, and it always gets me into trouble.
-It's the worst. -Why do they call you The Snitch?
-Uh… Well, 'cause of that. -Talk about Kevin Marchal.
-Huh? -You were dealing with him.
-Too much? You freaked? -That's not what freaked me out.
-It was the guys he hung with. -The Sons of Clovis?
-Wow. Leading question. -So what?
-Allow me. Was it the Sons of Clovis? -Yeah.
-There you go. -There you go.
-You just said it. -They think they police the neighborhood.
-That is a problem. -They're psychos! Crazy!
We were afraid to go outside. Even Kevin freaked, okay? He called the police.
-Kevin was freaked out? -Mm-hm.
-What'd the cops do? -Well, this one cop came. Uh…
And he promised to help us out. It was a chief.
-Name? -Morbier.
-No, not Morbier… -Was it Mercier?
Shit, you're doing it again.
-Come on, what else do you need? -Shit. Chief Mercier?
Chief Mercier. Yeah, that's it.
-Are you kidding me? -Why would I be? What?
I just heard you say "Chief."
-You said "Mercier." -But he hadn't said "Chief."
-He looked for the name. That's a detail. -It's okay.
-That's not a detail! -You gave the name.
-There's only one chief here! -Don't--
-Incompetence I can handle, but protocol… -Take it easy! I swear it's Chief Mercier!
I know for sure. Kevin told me. He even called him a few times.
Kevin called the chief? And then what?
-He was murdered. -Yeah.
-The chief never mentioned this call. -He didn't?
-You don't think that's strange? -No.
-It is! -The guy's a chief. He forgot. It's not--
-He forgot? -Yep.
And you have a problem with poor protocol?
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait, wait…
-Sir, are you a chief? -Insh'Allah.
Allah oma amine khoya, for real.
-What did you say? -Huh?
-What did you say? -No, I thought--
-You better watch yourself. Okay? -Go on.
He's a slippery little bastard, isn't he?
All right…
PUBLIC SECURITY
You shouldn't leave your keys in the visor.
Why are you worried? Who'd steal a car here?
Well, us.
If Mercier's in on it, it's out of our jurisdiction. We're outside the law.
We are the law.
And here we go. Theft of a police vehicle, and illegal surveillance.
-That's a real nice place for a chief. -Hmm.
Bonuses.
Right? Do chiefs get bonuses?
Hmm?
There you go.
-Gentlemen. Afternoon. -Aah!
-Hello, Mr. Mayor. -Hi. Mr. Mayor.
I assume you both came up here for recreation,
considering you solved the case you were sent here to investigate?
Did Mercier report to you like a good little boy?
Well, Chief Mercier is a long-time friend.
And it just so happens we need to discuss the expansion of the precinct.
-I don't think this concerns you. -All right. You see?
-I don't care for your tone, chief. -Kevin Marchal.
-Was he selling your militia vitamins? -What's he talking about?
Your men were pressuring him.
So he called Chief Mercier, looking for protection.
But he didn't know Chief Mercier was part of the gang.
Bye-bye, Kevin.
Okay, stop, Ousmane. Excuse him, Mr. Mayor.
Am I wrong?
I'm sensing fury in your voice, chief.
Mmm.
-Okay. -I get it. I get it.
I represent everything you hate.
A man of the people, like you, who made it, without complaining,
without making excuses when he failed.
Who never begged for anything.
A white man. The eternal oppressor.
But you know what? I really like you.
And, yes, I could tell your superiors about this rude interruption,
outside your jurisdiction.
I've done my research on you, thanks to my friends at the Ministry.
-Great career. -Hmm…
-Oh, yeah. Great career. -It's okay.
With a known penchant for insubordination.
I have a feeling affirmative action won't be protecting you for much longer, chief.
Mm. See?
Affirmative action.
Oh, he, uh, charmed you, too, huh?
-The great African male. -Ah. Wow.
You petit bourgeois, end-of-the-line, little house cat.
You like his wild side.
Indomitable.
He overpowers you, and you just love it.
First of all, "petit bourgeois…"
And, hey, "overpowering" me. I don't--
What if I do wanna be overpowered by a big Black guy?
Huh? A brother. A Moor. A melanated man. A swarthy fellow.
-Nice one. Okay. -No, no, no.
Some things I can take, but this is too far.
What exactly don't you like? His glistening skin?
His taut muscles? His swagger?
-Or that curvy booty? -What are you--
-We spent the night, and he was nervous. -What are you doing?
-Defending you. -Cut it out!
Sorry to say, you're still just two little insignificant
civil servants from Paris, punching way above your weight, and so
if you care about the rest of your careers,
get outta here before I charge you with harassment.
Friendly advice.
See you soon, my friend.
All right. Drive safe!
-Why did you say that? -What?
-I wasn't nervous! -Relax!
I don't think so. You go first. You checking out my ass?
Where are you going now, Mercier?
Are you ever gonna let me drive?
Mercier was in touch with Kevin right before he died.
They'll like that, Internal Affairs.
-Too close. He'll see us. -I know how to tail someone.
Brunner will come up if we dig around.
Our witnesses are a stripper and a dealer.
I don't know. Against the mayor…
That's why we can't lose Mercier.
He's our ticket into their business.
This isn't a tail. It's a police escort.
He's trying to ram us over!
Push 'em off!
Go on! Hit 'em!
-Shit! Do something! -What do you want me to do?
I don't know! Where's your gun?
Oh, yeah.
Shit!
Stop swerving!
-Is he still there? -Yeah.
'Cause you're driving.
Shit.
-Speed up! -I am!
This is a cop car! Not exactly a Ferrari!
Bastards.
Do Ferraris have these?
Do it! One…
Two… Three!
Shit! Fuck! Shit!
Stop the fucking car!
-Okay? -Yeah. You?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I think I'm fine.
-Hey, Ous. What's up? -Hey, Yas. You got something?
-Yeah, I spoke to my guys at the lab. -And?
The methamphetamine you found is called Pervitin.
The Nazis used it during the war.
-You're kidding. -No.
To keep guys from getting hooked,
they laced it with other crap, um, cocaine, oxycodone.
Which makes D-IX.
-On that stuff, you don't feel anything. -Oh!
Anyway, that's what that guy's test results said.
Not sure what you're up to, but be careful.
Hey, Yas!
It's François.
-Uh… Uh… -Wh…
-François Monge. -You're with Monge?
-I'll explain later. -How are you?
I'm good. I'm good, but…
-And-- What? It's a free country. -Stop it. You said hi.
-I'm having a conversation. Shut up. Go. -Well, yeah… Okay, fine.
I'm sorry. I'll explain later.
-Thanks, Yas. -See you guys later.
God!
Hey, you were right. It's not just a few fascists.
No. It's a fucking army.
-What the hell? Who does this? -It's just us.
We can explain.
Told you we should've turned the lamp on.
-Sorry. Yeah. -You should be.
-Did we scare you? -Yeah. A little bit.
-We need to talk. -Hmm.
The real question isn't who, but why. Why is Brunner doing this?
He's got his drugged-up army. He runs the neighborhoods.
-He kills people who know too much. Kevin. -Or us.
-You don't do all that for law and order. -That's why he was elected.
Either way, we'd better find out fast.
We're not gonna crack this tonight. I'll pull out the couch for you guys.
-You don't mind sharing a bed? -Not at all.
We're used to it.
This is gonna sound weird,
but you know what I was thinking when we were in the car?
"Wow, it's been a long time since I've felt so at home like this."
And it was with you.
Also, I wanted to apologize about Yasmine.
Oh, it's all right.
No, you were right.
I was jealous of you. Your success.
I tried to get revenge the only way I knew how.
I'm not proud of it. I apologize.
Okay.
Is that all you wanna say?
Yeah, uh…
Did you wanna say you're sorry, for example?
-Sorry for what? -You tell me.
You're a pain in the ass.
Okay, fine. I'm sorry too. There.
-Yeah? -Okay?
Hm. What for?
For the chief of police exam.
-Hmm. -You were right. I snubbed you.
I was mad about Yasmine.
Now that you've said it, I might be able to forgive you some day.
We're making progress.
This is cool.
You know what I'm thinking?
For all we know, I keep failing the police chief's exam over and over
just to piss off my dad.
Hmm?
I mean, you passed. It can't be that hard.
I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Okay?
Yeah, you're right. That's pseudo-psychology.
Also, you can have Alice. I'm officially dropping out.
Dropping out of what? You think I need your permission?
come on.
Good night, boys.
-Shit. She got some thin walls. -Man.
Good night.
François. Underwear on.
It's amazing how much we have in common.
We eat the same thing in the morning.
-Amazing. I mean… -Isn't it?
-Not just strawberries and honey. -No!
-Dordogne strawberries with Acacia. -Dordogne…
-Are you into astrology? -What time is it?
-Why didn't you wake me up? -You were sleeping.
So you only wake people up if they're not sleeping?
-Sorry. How are you? -Oh, I'm… great.
I was chatting with François.
-About? -What we should do now.
We can't go after Brunner directly.
-Too risky. We find a weakness. -Here's the plan.
You stay here where it's safe.
I go to the station and get all the files we have on him.
-Then we go through everything together. -Okay, yeah. Let's do that.
-Really? -Yeah.
You'd rather put your head to work than your legs.
I'm gonna shower.
See? I don't need permission either.
I'm shocked. I didn't think she was that easy.
Wanna get out of here?
What for?
The guy's preparing for war. Don't you wanna know against who?
You'd rather stay and eat crackers?
Oh, okay.. That's what I was thinking.
-And Alice? -Too dangerous. You're right.
Let's head out. Come on.
So, let's recap. Disobeying protocol.
We're trying to return to protocol.
-Stealing a police vehicle. -We are police.
Breaking and entering.
Uh, guess you're right.
Oh shit!
Aussaresses!
There!
Aussaresses, shut up!
This dog is driving me crazy.
Ugh. You're supposed to stay outside.
You don't like it, take it up with your father.
-I got upstairs, you got downstairs. -Why?
-Because. -Why not the reverse?
-'Cause I'm right here. -I checked down there. There's nothing.
-Not down here, down there. -"Dow-ear"?
-Down there! -I don't speak African.
Go over there!
Ugh, Natalia, I'm so sick of this dog.
I'm gonna put him down.
-I hate that dog. -Hey, sweetie?
Your piano teacher's on the way.
Go practice your scales.
Psst. Psst!
I don't understand.
-Oh man. -Speak. Speak with your mouth.
-Press unmute. -Sorry.
You go that way, I go that way. And by the end, we meet up here.
What floor are you on?
-Um… From where? -I don't know! Where you came from.
Well, there's one floor below and two above.
One below you, one above me from the bottom.
Right. I see three floors below, but two above. See you soon.
-How'd you get here? -There's another door.
-Okay, so? -Nothing.
-You? -Nothing.
We missed something.
-Shit. Brunner. -What about him?
His stick.
-You didn't see his stick? -Why would I notice that?
-It was in your face. -What the fuck?
-It was in his hand! -My God. You are disgusting.
If there's a stick, there's a table.
If there's a pool table, there's a billiard room. We missed it!
Hey, not bad. All right, nice one.
-François? -What?
What are you doing?
Coming.
I can see you.
Yeah.
Ah.
Hey. Psst.
Of course.
-Of course the guy has a man cave. -What for?
Well, you know, his own space to decompress in privacy.
A guy with taste like this can't be all bad, right?
A mosque.
A hookah lounge. A synagogue.
An immigrant center.
It's all there. The start time.
The location, the target…
This is what Kevin Marchal discovered.
The grand plan that scared him.
Coordinated attacks.
Looks like it kicks off at 5:00 p.m.
What day?
Alice. Sorry we rushed out, but it's worse than we thought.
Get all the backup you can and meet us right away at Lefranc's print shop.
All right, I got it.
Except I can't send her GPS coordinates because she wouldn't give me her number.
I can't explain right now. I'm sending you GPS coordinates.
-Kisses. -"Kisses"?
It slipped out.
This is the place.
Thanks.
How considerate.
The time has finally come, my friends!
-Yeah! -My brothers!
To begin a new page in the great book of our shared history.
The time has finally come for the birth of a new world order!
Yeah!
A world where we will no longer be afraid.
-Finally. -Mmm.
Because fear and shame belong to our enemies alone!
But I know you are just a different breed of men!
You are not monsters!
-No! -You are the resistance!
Heroes!
-Yeah! -We're together!
And with me, you are never alone!
No! Never!
All our friends in Europe, and in New Zealand,
Russia, the United States,
they all want the same thing we do!
-All of them! -Autonomy! And resistance!
Yeah!
However…
resistance
is just not enough.
-No! -It's time to attack.
Yeah!
A single spark can set the world on fire and show us what's really possible.
-Right! -As of now, you are the spark!
In a few hours, every news outlet
will realize an incontestable, glorious truth.
This country belongs to us!
Yes!
-We will fight to the end… -Bravo!
-…to win it back. -There are tons of 'em.
We can't arrest everyone.
No, not if they leave. We have to keep 'em here.
Shit. No service.
Okay, I'll figure it out. Just make sure they all stay inside.
-Why me? -Just because.
-Because what? -I don't look like I play for their team.
So what? I look like a fascist to you?
-No! But you're not Black. -I'm not Black?
-Are you? -No.
-No. Okay? -Okay. You're playing that card.
-What, the facts card? -It's fine, I'll do it.
-You're not Black! -I'll do it alone.
You'll do what alone?
It's that way.
I know. I'm not going in there empty-handed.
So I'm gonna have to improvise.
All right, if this goes south, the code word is your name. Okay?
-"Yorname"? -Yeah.
That's a weird code word. Shouldn't it be simpler?
No, it's your name. Your actual name. Ousmane.
Okay, so if it's my name, you're addressing me.
-That's not a code word. -Yeah, sure it is.
-But, no-- -I chose it. I know it's a code word.
-If you say "Ousmane"… -Yeah?
-…you're just saying my name. -Okay, it's fine.
-But-- -I thought I'd do something nice for you.
-I thought you'd be touched. It's fine. -Oh, you want a thank you?
-No, why would I? -You thought I'd be touched?
Okay, thank you, François. Thank you.
All right.
Okay, then. Goodbye.
-Or farewell. -Farewell?
Stop it. It's gonna be fine, okay?
I'm here.
-What's this shithead doing here? -Encore! Encore! Encore! Encore!
Bravo, madam. Nice vibrato. Can you do "Free Bird" next?
Captain Monge, there's being stubborn and there's being stupid.
-Oh, yeah? -Did your boyfriend drop you off?
We broke up. That's right. I left him.
I've been thinking…
Yeah, yeah. No, I think that I'm really one of you. I belong right here.
So, what's the next step? Is there some kind of test?
Psychological screening?
No, not psychological, no. Physical?
And I'm pretty well off. I'm white.
I'm baptized. Does that matter to you?
Bonus points, right? I assume being Catholic is a plus?
I detest everyone outside our border.
Um, Africans, Asians, Arabs.
-Except for their food. I mean, shawarma-- -All right. That's enough.
One more step, I blow the place up, okay?
Put it down. Put it down.
-What the hell is that? -Easy. Easy, man.
Hey!
-Are you alone? -Yes. François?
Inside. Let's finish this, and then we…
-Easy. -What are you doing?
Why didn't you just leave? It would have been so much simpler.
-Did they threaten you? -You think they're the bad guys?
-This isn't you. -No, it isn't me.
Not sweet little Alice that's into the big Paris cop.
Huh? The nice girl who's always got a smile?
You really don't get it.
We're not gonna change anything with some extra patrols
and soccer games with the local kids.
Brunner's right. We have to start over.
-Blank state. -By killing innocent people?
Yeah. Let's go.
Now we're calm. Okay?
Get out of here! Right now!
-Go home, you traitor! -Ma'am. Ma'am.
-Give it to me! -Ma'am.
Careful!
-Try not to damage your voice! -Give me that!
Guess you really fooled me, Alice.
No, you did this to yourself. I just said what you wanted to hear.
Let me guess. You don't hit girls?
We'll blow up because of your girlfriend!
We're gonna blow up because of you, ma'am.
Hey, hey, hey. No, no. Hey, hey. Now what?
Hey… Hey, hey! Hey, hey!
Hey!
Ousmane! Oh-oh-oh! Stay back, okay?
Hey, hey, hey!
You can't stop the course of history!
-You're nothing! -Okay.
Hey! I'm willing to die for the cause, but not here, okay?
Send me to a mosque or a KFC. Not here.
I'm not dying in some abandoned print shop. Ous-- Ousmane!
-Ousmane! -That's for me.
We're not done yet.
Ousmane!
Ousmane! Ousmane!
"Yorname"!
Out of the way!
Get in.
-Bullshi-- Oh! -March!
Stop! Let me in, you savage!
After everything we've done for you! Go back where you came from!
-Get off! This ain't Uber, lady! -Terrorist!
-You're gonna break a hip, woman! Stop it! -Terrorist!
Are you nuts? Shit, they're all over the place!
This is your stop. Bon voyage!
Hurry up! Get in. Come on, come on, come on!
-Where'd he go? -I don't know.
-You didn't see him? -No. I don't know…
I was trying to defend myself!
That way.
Okay. We'll get him now.
Gah!
Come on.
-You see him? -No.
-What was that? -I don't know.
Oh shit!
Where is he? Where?
Yes!
-Aah! -Over here!
-Is he there? -There!
Come on! Get him off! Do something!
I can't see him! I don't know where he is. You look, I'll drive!
God damn!
Oh no… Shit!
-Where's Alice? -With Brunner.
-What? -Yeah. I'll explain later.
Do you see them?
No. We're good.
We're almost there.
I knew there was something wrong with her.
I don't see 'em.
SWITZERLAND
No. Go to point zero.
Switzerland! They're going to Switzerland. Right there!
That's them.
-You wearing your seat belt? -No.
Buckle up.
-Why? -Buckle up.
I think it's stuck.
Come on!
-There! -They're here!
Look out! Watch out!
Look out!
It's okay. We lost 'em. Speed up.
There!
Shit! They're coming down the mountain. Come on!
-They're getting closer! Drive faster! -Shut up!
Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep!
-Out the way, assholes! -They're everywhere.
Who let the sheep out?
They're coming! They're coming! Hurry!
Look out! Hey, hey, hey!
Look out!
Whoa! Right there!
Look out…
Mmm.
Come on. Do it.
NO CONNECTION
What are you doing, Ousmane? What are you doing?
-You okay? -You insane?
-What else could I do? -Anything but that.
I'll call an ambulance, okay?
-Okay… -Don't worry.
Out of the way!
Ousmane!
He's there!
STARTING COUNTDOWN
It's done! Just one spark,
and everything burns!
ARMED
We have three minutes!
-Police! -Everybody out!
-Go! Go! -Come on! Get out!
There's a bomb! Out! Get outta here, come on!
-Out! Get out! Come on! -Come on! We have to go!
-Get out! Get out! -Hey! Hey!
-What's going on? -Go!
Get out! Come on, come on!
-Come on! Get out! -Everyone outside! There's a bomb!
There's a bomb! How do you say "bomb" in African?
-African? -South, north. Any African.
-I'mma check the upper floors. -Don't! I'll sacrifice myself.
It won't erase centuries of suffering my ancestors inflicted--
-You think this is the time? -When is it ever the time?
This way!
You can't stay here! There's a bomb.
Move! Move, please! Leave the building, please.
There's a bomb. Everybody leave the building, please!
Come on! Get the kids! Hurry up!
Come on, hurry up, guys. Get out, get out!
-Let's go! Come on! Go, go, go! -A bomb! Hurry!
-Come on! Hurry! Hey! -Hey, hey, come on!
Come on! Come on, this way! There's a bomb!
-Get out! Bomb! -Get out, get out!
Everybody, leave the building, please. Out, out! Everybody out!
Get out, guys. Come on! We got a bomb! Go on, go!
-Okay. All good. -Twenty seconds. We're not gonna make it.
-There. Look! -No way! That's 60 feet!
We have to try. Come on! Let's go.
Run!
I don't wanna die like this.
-Not like this, with you! -What?
Huh?
Hey.
Oh, sorry!
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Bastard.
Guess the Sons of Clovis need a new Führer.
Come on.
Or a Führesse.
That's right. Führesse, is that a thing?
Fü-- Führina?
-Yeah, Führina's good. Führette? -Führette? Sounds like a rodent.
Yeah, Führina's better. Cool.
-What do we tell the higher-ups? -No idea.
The case was closed, so we decided to tour the area.
Right. When suddenly, a speeding vehicle blocked our path.
-Right. -And then, the call of duty…
Is stronger than the call of the wild…
-Right. -I say we answer.
This way.
You okay?
In a shocking development,
Antoine Brunner, leader of the France Vive Party,
has been indicted for ties to a domestic terrorist organization.
Two brave police officers from Paris
are responsible for foiling their final plot.
Once again, our police force has worked tirelessly
to preserve the safety of all of our citizens.
I'm especially grateful for the brave men and women of the Paris Criminal Division,
and I'm honored to serve as their leader.
I'd also like to thank our Minister of the Interior,
who has contacted me several times…
They only interview people who sit at a desk.
What's the point, if no one sees what we do?
It's frustrating.
Why did you say you didn't wanna die with me?
This might surprise you, but I don't wanna die.
No, up there, you said, "I don't wanna die."
"Not like this, not with you."
-Why not with me? -Well, because.
-"Because" isn't an answer. -Oh, now "because" isn't an answer?
-Nope. -Hmm.
Why not with me?
Well, when I said "not with you,"
I meant it more in the sense that I don't matter because I'm alone.
It's not a big deal. But you're a father. You have your son.
So yeah. "Not with you" meaning
it wouldn't be fair for you to die along with me.
-Why didn't you just say that? -Listen.
Everything was falling apart around us, and it's a long sentence,
so I gave you the condensed version of the concept.
-I call bullshit. -Fine, go ahead. Don't believe me.
It's bullshit that you don't matter. You're a good guy too.
And you're not alone.
You have me. And I don't just have Yves.
I have you.
-Okay. -What did you say before?
A real team? A real duo?
Are you gonna go through all the synonyms?
You've been more sentimental since our night at the hotel.
You're such a dickhead.
You're right.
It'd be nice if people saw who really does the work.
You know someone who works in TV?
Even better.
MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR LIBERTY, EQUALITY, FRATERNITY
Stop! Thief!
Commitment.
Discipline.
Resilience.
Courage.
Selflessness.
Integrity.
Strength.
Join the National Police.
Your adventure starts here. Recruiting now.
-And cut! -All right, cut!
-Check the gate! -That was good. Perfect! Great!
That's it. Mark that take, thanks.
Just perfect! That was beautiful.
-Really? -It works for me. Bravo!
-Can we do one more for me? -Not sure we have the time.
-Can we move on to 50-something? Okay! -I didn't know you were here!
-You like it? -Yeah. Not bad.
I know, right?
They found a body on top of the Eiffel Tower. You coming?
I can't. I still have a scene to shoot. I gotta hit my trailer.
Sorry, sorry. Of course I'm coming.
-Just have to take off my makeup. -Right.
It's nothing, just a little foundation and some gloss. Should take five minutes.
-Some what? -Gloss. It's skincare for lips.
-You wear that much? -Too much?
-Uh, yeah! -I have to do another take.
He's up there!
Paris Criminal Division! Freeze!
-How's that? -Not bad.