"A WOLF RAISED BY DOGS REMAINS A WOLF" SZCZEPAN YAMENSKI
Murillo, we have to go.
BLOOD COAST
THE CRAZIES EPISODE 1
EIGHT MONTHS LATER…
Eh baba!
Yes!
Pass the ball!
Isha!
Yes! In front!
Wait, look at this pass.
Give it to him!
Tatoo! Take her.
Eh baba!
Yes!
Throw the ball back!
The other guys are here.
Two sketchy guys on a bike. They're about to pass you.
Copy that.
They've stopped in the parking lot.
One's the lookout. The other got off.
He's going around back.
Take care of the lookout. We'll handle the inside.
Copy that.
You're pissing me off. You think I'd cheat you?
Hurry the fuck up. Come on.
Peretto.
Yeah.
Don't worry, old man.
You think I'm a scammer?
You pay, you get your delivery.
For your sake, I hope there's no mistake.
Don't do this to me again.
Good.
Police!
Police! Don't move! Hands up!
-Hands up! There you go. Turn around! -Turn around!
Slowly! Come on. Hurry up!
Come on!
Don't move! Give me your hand.
-Turn around slowly. -Fuck!
Don't move!
Shit.
Drop--
Let her go!
Go!
Drop it!
Turn around!
Let go! Hands behind your back!
You wanna play games with us? Shut the fuck up!
Lyès!
Let me go! You and I aren't finished!
-Fuck! -Let me go!
You'll pay for this!
We kept him warm.
We sent the other one to the precinct with Peretto.
And the drugs?
It's all in there.
Some hardcore crack, man. Super strong stuff.
Tatoo gave a sample to a tester.
Almost blew him up.
Why would these assholes sell this shit here?
-What do they say? -Nothing. They're scared.
-Of what? -The guy they work for.
-Apparently, he's a psycho. -Do we know who it is?
Turn around! What are you looking at? Who asked you?
Who are these guys?
They didn't have anything on them. No papers.
What does Peretto say?
You know him. He'd rather die than rat anyone out.
Okay, what else?
A burner phone and 150,000 euros in cash. Found in that bastard's bag.
Okay.
-Audrey, you stay with me. -Sure.
I said turn around!
What a fucking pain, this guy.
Arno, Tatoo, go back to the office. Start the questioning.
-Okay. -Let's go.
So…
What's the password?
Your sister's number.
My sister's number?
That's for shooting at us, and the kid you sent to the hospital.
What's the password?
-The password! -I don't give a shit. I won't tell you.
You won't give it to me?
What's the code, motherfucker?
1-4-7-9! 1-4-7-9!
-What? -1-4-7-9!
1-4-7-9. There you go.
Why are you getting upset? 1-4-7-9.
There you go!
-What's this number? It keeps coming up. -I don't know.
-What's this number? -I don't know.
-Whose is it? -I don't know!
You trying to bust my balls?
What are you doing?
You're dead. On my mother's life.
Whose number is that? Keep your head out there.
On my mother's life!
What did you say? I couldn't hear you with the wind.
What did you say?
The guy we work for. He brought us to Marseille.
What's his name?
On my mother's life, I don't know!
Leave your mother out of this! What's his name, fucker?
Fuck! You don't get it. This guy's insane.
-We don't even know where he's from. -And?
He showed up a month ago, said he's taking over.
-He said we'd work for him. -Yeah?
-We told him to fuck off. -Then what? Talk.
A week later, two lookouts got killed.
Yeah.
They were decapitated in a basement.
There was a note saying next time it'd be our mothers or sisters.
-What am I supposed to do? Huh? -So why don't we know about this?
Why don't you know? What are you gonna do?
Everyone is terrified of them.
He and his associate are terrorizing the whole hood!
-What hood are you from? -Saint-Jean La Puenta.
Why don't I know you?
I was in jail in Spain. I got out three months ago.
Oh, yeah?
What does his associate look like?
Tell me.
Answer me, for fuck's sake.
He's Arab. He looks like a psycho. We call him The Indian.
The Indian? What does the other one look like?
I didn't see him. He was in the back seat--
Is he Arab? Is he Black? Is he white? Tell me!
He's white, I think.
White? Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. Fuck!
Okay.
Okay. What about the car?
-The car? -Black 4x4. What else?
The license plate? I'll tell you. Write it down.
The seats were black or beige.
-Shut up. Shut the hell up. -Fuck!
Listen to me. Look at me. That number.
When you call, who picks up?
The Indian. We only deal with him.
Come on, play.
Do you call?
Here's a nine. Get it while it's hot.
Right. Play your cards. That's good.
Murillo.
Our guys got caught.
Where?
Corbière Beach.
Do we know who got them?
Benamar's team.
You know him.
He'll make the connection.
Don't forget you're supposed to have died on the run in Venezuela.
How much did they take?
150K.
What about Benamar?
Later.
Our priority is still Kamel.
On the ground!
Get down! Stay the fuck on the ground!
Bitch!
-Look at the ground, you bitch! -Come over here.
-Stop it, Kamel! -Come here, motherfucker.
-Kamel, what are you doing? -What's this?
-I don't know. It's not me, I swear! -Don't lie to me, Nabil. What is this?
-The Indian made us sell it. -The Indian? Who do you work for? Huh?
Me or that Indian whore?
Eh, bitch? We said no rocks here. Right? You son of a bitch.
He paid us double to sell it. We just wanted to screw him.
-Where did he get the stuff? -I don't know. I swear!
-You don't know? -I swear!
You do this on my turf?
You don't fuck with my uncle, Ali Saïdi!
Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Nabil? It's nothing personal.
-There's no problem. I won't say a thing. -I know you won't. Don't worry.
I don't get why you're doing this to me.
-Come here. -What are you doing?
What's he doing?
-Nabil. -You have my word! Kamel!
-Shut the fuck up. -I told you it wasn't my fault!
If I do nothing, you guys will keep making mistakes.
Right, Nabil?
-No, Kamel! -That's for sucking The Indian's dick.
Let's go.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Give me your bag. -I'd rather keep it with me.
Okay.
What's inside? Gold? Jewelry?
-Drugs. -Drugs? Oh, my.
Go ahead. Get in.
Where to?
La Residence Du Vieux Port, then the police department.
Let's go.
Your first time in Marseille?
Yes.
Are you staying long?
Maybe. I don't know.
Once you get a taste of this city, you can't live without it.
Come on.
Ride's over.
Hi.
-Doing well? -Hi. Yeah.
Get him searched, and call a doctor to see if he's fit for custody.
Okay. What happened to him? Was he hit by a tram?
Worse.
Okay. Come on.
Next time you put your hand in the till, try not to do it in front of me, please.
Since when do you care?
I don't know. Maybe since Internal Affairs got on our butts.
I'm not judging you, Lyès. I'm just telling you I don't want to know.
The look on your face! I'm just kidding.
-No sense of humor. -Messing with me.
So, Peretto, what's up?
Go fuck yourselves.
You won't be eating Francis's bouillabaisse for a while.
Because you're going down.
-Are you a real redhead? -Shut up.
Ah, you're a real one, aren't you?
I was in jail before you'd ever seen a pussy.
So I don't give a fuck what you think.
You'll spend so much time in jail, you'll forget what a pussy looks like.
Hey, buying drugs while on probation. You're a real genius.
I wouldn't be a smart ass, Benamar. People in Marseille like to talk.
-Do they? -Yeah.
There's a spot in jail for you too.
Being a cop doesn't mean you'll get away with it. Believe me.
You know, there was 150K in that fucking bag.
If I ask you to count it now, how much will be there?
What are you insinuating?
-Nothing. I'm just asking you to count it. -Very well.
Mom's waiting for you in her office.
Go lick Mom's pussy.
Come in.
Close the door.
A shooting on the beach next to families having a picnic.
A dealer coming back looking like Stallone in Rocky.
To top it all off, a 16-year-old kid in the hospital from a stray bullet.
Congratulations. Nice work.
Why does your name come up every time shit happens in Marseille?
The kid's name is Samir Benmeziane.
The good news is he's going to make it.
The bad news is he lives in the Frais Vallon projects.
So we can expect lovely interactions with his neighbors
and the rest of the residents.
Thank you.
I'll go check on the Benmeziane kid later today.
Really?
Do you really think that will calm them down?
What were you thinking, stepping in at that time and place?
I don't decide when and where transactions take place.
Would you rather I let 100,000 worth of crack go free?
We've been on Peretto for a month. There was no other way to get him.
What happened is we got shot at. We could have fired back, but we didn't.
The Benmeziane kid was hit by a thug's bullet.
Not one of ours.
So you think we should give you a medal?
I should have fired you a long time ago, Lyès Benamar.
Unfortunately,
I have a soft spot for you.
Okay. You may go.
Sorry, wait.
Here.
Your Internal Affairs notice.
If by miracle they let you off the hook,
you're going to team up with a new recruit straight out of Interpol.
Alice Vidal.
-Hello. -Hello.
Captain Alice Vidal. I've just been transferred here.
Okay. Do you have your transfer order?
Yeah.
I have an appointment with Mrs. Fabiani.
You can wait here. I'll let her know.
Okay, thanks.
Captain Vidal, what a surprise.
I didn't expect to see you here. Are you on an assignment?
Yes, a long-term assignment. It's my first day.
In what department?
Narcotics.
What are you doing in Marseille?
I'm with Internal Affairs. I was sent to clean things up here.
Welcome to Marseille.
Thank you.
Be careful not to get burned.
Marseille has some unpleasant surprises for those who can't tame it.
I'll be careful. Thank you.
See you later.
This way.
-Alice Vidal. -Yes.
Nice to meet you.
This is Captain Benamar.
You'll be working on his team starting Monday.
-Hello. -Hi. How's it going?
See you later.
-Please. -Thank you.
COMMISSIONER FABIANI
Have a seat.
What did you come here for exactly?
I needed a change of scenery. That's all.
I read your file, Miss Vidal.
Flawless, actually.
I know who you are.
I was lucky enough to know and work with your father.
He was an excellent cop. No matter what people said about him.
Thank you.
I hope you're not here to get revenge.
Revenge on whom?
The man who killed my father died somewhere in South America.
That's true. Murillo is dead.
But he wasn't alone.
You might want to find his accomplices.
The best way to honor my father is to do my job as a cop. That's it.
Perfect.
As of today, you're under my command and my responsibility.
In this respect,
I won't allow any deviation from our code of ethics as defined by the regulations.
If you have any objection, the last train to Paris is at 7:04 p.m.
Understood.
Then, welcome.
Internal Affairs appointment with Miranda tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.
Fuck. What are we gonna tell this bastard?
The truth.
-How about Peretto's interrogation? -He thinks we're idiots.
He was in his restaurant.
A guy he didn't know came in with a bag of crack.
We came in. He's still wondering why.
Whatever. I'm tired of him.
What about the lookout on the bike? What does he say?
We won't get anything out of him.
He's too scared to talk. You can tell.
We searched the encrypted phone.
It was a burner SIM. It's dead.
I tried to dig up info on your guy, The Indian. Nothing.
No one will talk. They're too scared.
I don't even know where these sons of bitches are from.
They've got all of Marseille shook up.
It'll trigger the Saïdis for sure.
You're from the hood. Any idea who they could be?
Are you still in touch with the Comorians?
Lyès, you know Comorians don't snitch.
Try anyway.
It might help us find out who's messing with Ali Saïdi's territory.
Okay, I'm off.
Tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.
-Okay. -By the way…
A new recruit will be joining us Monday morning.
-Great. -Is she hot?
It's Alice Vidal.
Pierrot's daughter.
Bye.
"Is she hot?"
Today's full of good news.
When is Ali coming back?
Soon, given the mess we're making.
That motherfucker will pay for my son's death.
Then I'll be gone.
We have to take his business first.
Get rid of his nephews.
Then you can kill him.
I need you to tell my mother I'm back. I can't be seen out there.
Give her this.
The instructions so I can call her.
Shall I bring chocolates too?
Kamel Saïdi, the bastard who did this to you, is coming back.
-And you're going to-- -I don't know--
When he comes back, give him this address.
Tell him one of your bosses gave it to you.
It's where The Indian is.
What The Indian is doing is wrong.
Dealing crack on the Saïdis' territory. Will you tell him?
-Kamel will kill me if I do this. -Should we fuck you up right now?
Think of your mother and your two whore sisters.
Here.
Fuck!
Don't make me come back.
Got it?
Very good.
What are you looking at?
-Is it payday, bro? -What did I tell you last time, Bakari?
I don't work for them. No class today.
You can't fool me. I'll call your school counselor.
Go ahead, call.
I attended every class this semester.
I'm off. I'll be in trouble if people see me talking to you.
Right. Go do your homework before I yank your hair out.
Say hi to Tatoo and tell him we're ready to kick his ass at soccer.
You can't even juggle.
More chicks, fewer cops!
Assia, it's me. Can you come down?
How are you doing, sweetie?
Split it as usual.
Tell the Lopez family they're good. I called about the eviction notice.
-Okay. -Okay?
Do you want to stay for a bit?
How's the morning commute? Not too tiring?
No.
I listen to music. I read on the bus. It's chill.
How about I get you a room at the boarding school?
-You'd waste less time, no? -And Mom? Should I leave her alone?
She'd rather have you in boarding school than see you hang out here.
Assia, you can do big things with that brain of yours.
To get into a good college, you need to attend a boarding school.
Thiers High isn't just any school.
If it was enough for Pagnol, it's enough for me.
Pagnol…
I need to take care of Mom. She'll be too sad if I leave.
You'll have to leave someday.
My life is here for now. I'm fine with that.
You go back home.
-Hang on. Let me help. -Move.
Let's talk. Come up.
Go ahead.
-Hello. -Hello.
Captain Benamar.
What do you want?
I work for Narcotics. I was at the beach when it happened.
How are you?
I'm fine. It hurts, but I'm fine.
That's good. Means you're alive.
I saw the doctors.
They said you'll be out soon. The bullet just grazed you.
You were lucky.
-If you need anything, tell me. -Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Can I talk to you, sir?
I got myself in deep shit.
I need to leave Marseille, or they'll kill me.
Who?
Promise me you'll protect me and my family if I tell you.
Doesn't work that way. You wanted to talk, I'm listening.
I want your word first.
-Do you know who I am? -Yes.
-You know where I come from? -La Castellane.
Ever heard of The Indian?
He's going to kill Kamel Saïdi at this address.
Tomorrow morning.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
I'm trusting you.
Yeah.
INTERNATIONAL ARREST WARRANT FRANCK MURILLO
VENEZUELAN POLICE INCIDENT REPORT FOLLOWING THE DISCOVERY OF A CORPSE
DEATH CERTIFICATE CORPSE IDENTIFICATION: FRANCK MURILLO
CORPSE OF FRENCH FUGITIVE FOUND IN VENEZUELA
RÉSIDENCE LES OLIVIERS AN ELDERLY CARE HOME IN VALMOUSSE
-Are you looking for someone? -I came to see Mrs. Murillo.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Murillo doesn't want to see anyone.
-I drove a long way. Just five minutes. -I'm sorry. It's impossible.
Thank you.
Where is Nabil?
Easy. Hey, I work for you.
-Where's Nabil? -I don't know.
-You don't know? -He left. I don't know.
You watch porn?
Naughty bastard.
What's your name?
My name's Gonzo.
You see, Gonzo…
Your issue is you smoke too much.
That's why you get caught so easily.
What's wrong?
Am I scaring you?
Hmm?
If you're scared, tell me what I want to know.
Where's Nabil?
I don't know where Nabil is.
He left.
I know he left. I know.
But I'm going to ask you again nicely.
Gonzo…
where's Nabil?
I don't know. Easy, Kamel.
I asked you, where is Nabil?
I know where you can find The Indian.
What is that Kamel of yours doing?
I have no idea, man.
You know, if your bulletproof vest is bothering you,
you can take it off.
-Oh, really? -Yeah.
Really? How nice of you.
If there's anything I can do for you, I'm here.
You know what? Just ask if you want a peek, bro.
Been a while since you saw some boobs, huh?
-Take a look! -Such a pain.
-Wanna touch them? Go ahead. What's wrong? -Damn it, stop.
Never mind. Go on.
What? Aren't we helping each other out?
No? We're not?
You moron.
Lyès to Tatoo.
We checked the Mercedes parked behind the factory with diplomatic plates.
The license plate is fake.
-I'll tell you if there's any movement. -Copy that.
Mrs. Murillo?
My name is Alice Vidal.
Does that ring a bell?
February 20th?
That's the day your son killed my father, right before your eyes.
I'm going to ask you to leave.
He made one mistake.
He didn't come to kill me too.
Give him the message.
My son is dead.
You should know that, you dirty, little bitch.
Now get out.
Here.
Tatoo to Lyès. Our friend Kamel Saïdi just got here.
Copy that.
Careful, hide.
Damn it.
They're armed. Shit's gonna hit the fan.
Stay put till they start fighting. We'll hit them on the way out.
Copy that.
What if it goes sideways?
We'll do as usual.
Isn't that The Indian?
Looks like it, anyways.
Lyès to Tatoo.
A guy just got here. He matches The Indian's description.
He's armed, all right? We go.
What the fuck is she doing here?
Fuck.
What are you doing here?
-How about you? -We're on an op. You shouldn't be here.
-We're on the same team. -Oh, yeah? Is it Monday?
-Here, put this on. -Thanks.
-How did you get here? -I'll tell you later.
Lyès to Tatoo.
We do as we said. We go now, okay? We've got five. Alice Vidal joined us.
All right, we're going.
Go!
Lyès to all. We have three men down. Kamel Saïdi and his two lieutenants.
Copy that.
Get up. Hurry!
-Are you okay? -Yeah, don't worry.
Are you okay?
We're taking him to the hospital. Yeah, I'll call you back.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine, but he was hit pretty hard.
Clean your nose a bit. Fabiani's on her way. She's fuming.
-Are you sure you're okay? -Yeah.
-Well, there she is. -Fuck.
Stay calm, guys. Okay?
Do you feel up to explain now, or should we talk later?
All that matters is that you're all safe.
As for you, young lady, you definitely know how to make an entrance.
Are you okay?
The Chief of Police and the DA are on their way.
After what happened at the beach, I hope you have good arguments
to convince them of our usefulness.
Can you explain this mess to me?
It wasn't just a settling of scores.
-They wanted to send a message. -A message to whom?
Ali Saïdi, Kamel's uncle.
Knowing him, he's already left Dubai. We should expect the worst.
BLOOD COAST
Subtitle translation by: Michael Evans