Who told you about Kamel Saïdi?
Why are you asking? You know I don't reveal my sources.
That's what a thug would say. Anything else?
Okay, as you wish.
Don't you think four people was a bit light for that type of operation?
Five.
There were five of us.
You mean Alice Vidal?
Why was she there? She wasn't part of the team yet.
Coincidence.
I was driving by on my scooter. I heard gunshots.
I saw colleagues in trouble.
So I went to help them, like any cop would've done.
How did you know they were colleagues?
Intuition.
Coincidence, intuition…
Things that can be costly in Marseille.
Call it duty, if you prefer.
I do prefer that.
Why weren't your superiors told prior to the intervention?
We didn't have time.
Didn't have time?
Or didn't want to?
Didn't have time.
How long have you been on this team, Captain Ilunga?
Two years at the end of the month.
We're having a gathering if you want to join us.
How's it going? You like it?
Yeah. Why?
You prepared for the commissioner exam but didn't take the test.
Why is that?
Personal reasons.
Your relationship with your former team leader?
What does that have to do with anything?
That's my personal life. There's no connection.
Unless that team leader was removed
after having been involved in a drug trafficking case.
Are you still seeing her?
It's none of your business.
The man you call The Indian, how did he end up there?
I don't know.
Ask Lyès.
You don't mind going into an operation blind?
We trust each other.
That's all I need.
Until it blows up in your face.
Yeah, maybe.
Are we done?
You knew others were waiting for Kamel Saïdi.
Why didn't you do anything?
What are you talking about?
We had a tip on Kamel. We went on a stakeout.
A guy showed up matching The Indian's description.
While deciding what to do, shots were fired.
We responded and got sprayed with gunfire.
If I could have avoided this mess, believe me, I would have.
You've never worked any other way. Why should I believe you?
Go outside your office, and you'll see. The hood has changed.
I know your shitty hoods. I'm from them.
That's no reason to be reckless.
I've got my mother for lectures. Are you done?
BLOOD COAST
-The bitch who shot at us at the factory… -Yeah?
She's the daughter of the cop you killed when you escaped.
Alice Vidal.
She's the one who pressured your mother at the nursing home.
I don't even know how that bitch tracked us down.
She knows you're alive.
What do we do with her?
Nothing. We keep going as planned.
You're not worried it'll become a problem?
It already is.
What about the dope we left in your car?
What do you want to do? Get it from the police? Are you nuts?
Hey.
He's bleeding out. We have to call a doctor.
He's not okay.
I'll take care of it.
-You done with the interrogation? -It's done.
That moron kept me in his office for two hours.
We already got our asses kicked, and now he wants to fuck us over.
-Are Audrey and Arno still there? -Yeah, they're still there.
What about your friend from Paris?
-How's your wound? -It's nothing. Just a scratch.
Besides, I got the number of a chick there, a nurse.
She was so hot. If that's what it takes, I'll happily take fire every day.
Take care of the inside.
Tatoo?
Fuck, it's the same.
It's the same.
Same dope, same logo.
According to the lab, this product has already devastated Eastern Europe.
Fake crack and heroin.
The user's life expectancy is less than six months.
Some die after their first hit.
Well, where do we start?
You two hit the crack dealing spots and pressure the dealers.
Hopefully they haven't started selling yet.
Use the slush fund to bribe the big brothers. That's what it's for.
Audrey, deal with the weapons.
Search the serial numbers. If we're lucky, one of them might lead us to the owner.
Okay, got it.
What about the guy you caught at the factory?
I called the hospital. He was getting emergency surgery.
We have to wait a few days to question him.
Fuck. You know his name?
No. Just like the one you shot. No papers, nothing.
The doctors say the one I caught speaks Spanish.
I sent fingerprints to the Guardia and Interpol. I'm waiting for their call.
Will you be handling the northern districts?
Yeah. I'll go to Hadès.
That's where this shit is most likely to spread first.
Who are you going with?
With the newbie.
We'll see what she's got.
She kind of already showed us. Don't you think?
Talk!
-I swear, Ali, I didn't do anything. -You didn't?
Swearing is the last resort of those who don't know what to say.
-Tell me about The Indian. -Talk!
He works for some guy. He's in charge here.
We don't know who he is.
-Was he the one who brought the crack? -Answer!
Yeah. Kamel was looking for him. He wanted to finish him off.
-You told him where he was, right? -Yes.
And?
They were after Kamel.
You sent my brother to this asshole when you knew he was waiting for him!
I warned him.
Kamel was sure he'd finish him off.
-He had a team with him. I didn't think-- -You didn't think what?
You son of a bitch.
There's an Arabic saying that goes,
"When God closes a door, he always opens another one."
May God take you away from lies, brother.
Goodbye, Gonzo.
-Throw that piece of shit to the dogs. -No!
No, Ali, I didn't do anything! No, Ali, please!
No!
No, Ali!
No!
Look what they did to your brother.
Look, damn it.
See that?
Never again.
You shouldn't be here. Leave.
Who did this?
Don't make me use force.
-I know who you are. -I know who you are too.
And I'm not scared of you.
Get out.
We'll meet again.
It'll be my pleasure.
-When should I pick you up? -8:00 a.m.
-We'll visit the coach and stir shit up. -What about Alice?
We'll pick her up at the hotel. It's on our way.
You have her room number? Should I bring her croissants?
She's too classy for you.
-Have you seen her? -Yeah.
CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIONS
Am I working overtime or are you leaving earlier every day?
It's been a tough day.
-Did you get my message? -I did.
I told the chief and management.
They're counting on you to settle the matter quickly.
Do you have a lead?
Give me 48 hours, and I'll let you know.
How did it go with Internal Affairs?
We got by. That's what matters, right?
Yes.
Ali Saïdi showed up at the Forensic Institute earlier today
with his men and Kamel's brother.
They got inside unauthorized.
I couldn't hide the body from them.
They won't stop there. I fear the worst.
Get some rest.
LA RÉSIDENCE HOTEL
Captain Vidal?
Do you have five minutes?
I got you a beer.
-Now? -Why not?
We're off duty. We can do what we want.
I also want to apologize for the questioning.
A disciplinary committee for helping my colleagues seems harsh.
A classic case of wrong place, wrong time.
Why are you going after them?
Our job's an honorable one.
What's the purpose of the police?
To save and punish.
Everybody wants to be saved. Nobody wants to be punished.
But the punisher also needs to be corrected when they cross the line.
Don't you think?
Aside from punishing,
who do you save?
The reputation of the police.
What is it you really want?
I need you to help me bring down Benamar and his crazies.
I guarantee you'll be able to stay in Marseille.
You'll even be promoted.
You must have misread my file.
Find another cop for that.
Hey, boy.
Come here. What's up?
Go on.
Go take a walk. Go on.
Fuck.
Yeah?
I want to know who did this.
-We don't know who it is. -You don't know?
I went to the morgue.
These bastards ripped off half his face.
My sister won't recognize her son.
Either you find them, or I'll take care of it myself.
Got it?
If any of you get in my way,
you're dead.
Is that clear?
There you go.
You've been warned.
Sleep well?
Not great.
You made quite an impression for your first day.
Congratulations.
-Welcome to the crazies. -Thank you.
Where does your accent come from?
My mother was German. I lived in Berlin until I was 16.
Then my mother died, and I moved to Paris with my father.
Okay.
Do you live at the hotel?
Until I find an apartment.
My friend runs a real estate agency. I can ask her if you'd like.
Yeah, sure. Thanks.
Are you looking for just yourself or…
Yeah.
-So, no boyfriend? -He's in Paris.
Oh, yeah? What does he do in Paris?
He's a cop.
-Where? -Organized Crime and Gang Division.
Fancy.
I've always said two cops can't be together.
Testosterone doesn't go well with tears.
What? This loser and I tried.
Really?
-Worst sex of my life. -It felt like I was kissing a guy.
As I recall, you didn't say no. You liked it.
Not sure about that.
How did it go with Miranda?
The guy from Internal Affairs. How did it go? We didn't talk about it.
He asked me questions and I answered.
Why?
Just wondering. I'm allowed to ask, aren't I?
Salem! You know where this is from?
No, I've never seen it.
Sif!
You know where this is from?
All right, beat it.
-What's he doing? -Don't worry.
See you next time. Don't forget about me!
Ayou! What's up?
We should have brought our light to avoid all this traffic.
Yeah.
Listen up, there's a new sheriff in town. And that sheriff is Tatoo.
Look at that guy! How about a blinker?
For fuck's sake.
Over there, look.
Hey, dickhead! Come here.
-Yo, what's up? Out for a stroll? -Shouldn't you be at practice?
I can't.
I sprained my toe's ligaments. I can't even run.
Sprained your toe's ligaments?
You sure you didn't sprain your brain?
You're riding a bike, right?
What did I say, Bakari? Why are you with them?
-I just came to say hi. -Did you look into what I asked?
Ask Biggie. He knows everything.
-Who's Biggie? -He hangs out on Félix Pyat.
He weighs 300 kilos. You can't miss him.
All right, get lost. I want you to go home now.
I'm watching you!
Come on. Over here!
-In the middle! -Come on!
You wearing cement cleats, Coach?
What about you, fam? Driving your dad's car?
-What's up? -I'm good. You?
You cops are living the good life. All paid for with our taxes.
You've never paid taxes in your life. Stop complaining!
You got anything for us, or just came to say hi?
Look, isn't this beautiful?
Look, it's like Christmas. Shirts, gloves, everything.
Hey, gremlins!
Come grab the boxes.
-Cleats too? -Yes, there are cleats, and…
Uncle is here!
Hey, kids! How are you doing? I have presents.
-Thank you! -Oh, gloves! Great, new gloves!
-Who wants to go to the Vélodrome? -Me!
-I'll take care of it. -Incredible.
-I've got books for Dora. -Thank you.
Give them to her, please.
Hold on, fam! Come here. There's one box left.
-Look. There are balls too. -Thanks. See you later.
-Good man. -See you later!
It's nothing.
-How are you, princess? -Good. You?
-Won't you introduce me to your friend? -Forget it. She's not for you.
She's from Paris. She's not into old OM soccer guys like you.
No need to tell me she's from Paris. I could tell right away.
If you want to share a nice bouillabaisse at my friend Mario's…
Then, a nice little boat ride in the Calanques…
-Coach. -…at sunset!
Forget about it. Can't you see she's taken? Seriously.
She's too polite to tell you, why don't you go find a chick elsewhere?
-You're the love of my life. -Right.
Call me sometime. We'll get wasted together.
In your dreams, honey.
-Go on now. -Anyway, you've got beautiful eyes.
Leave them alone.
Heard anything lately?
Yeah, Ali is back. Everybody's talking about it.
We don't know who iced Kamel, and everyone's getting paranoid.
It's not looking good.
Who should I talk to?
Go see the jobbers where the crackheads are.
I think they know something.
Two of them are missing. Gonzo and Nabil.
They were from there.
But we're off today and tomorrow.
Ali doesn't want anyone on the streets. The family's burying Kamel.
Okay.
-Right. -Ciao.
See you later.
Want some?
Want some? Chichi fregi.
Made in Marseille. Try it, and you'll be hooked.
What's a "chichi fregi"?
The poor used to eat those on the Estaque harbor.
It was originally made with chickpea flour.
It means "little pieces of fried chickpeas."
It's good.
Where are we?
One of Ali Saïdi's territories.
He controls most of Marseille's trap houses.
He became a multimillionaire and moved to Dubai.
So his nephews manage the jobbers.
Kamel, the guy you saw in the factory with his face ripped off,
and Foudil, his little brother.
What are the "jobbers"?
Young pushers.
The kids selling hash, if you prefer.
That's his working capital. His cashflow.
What Ali is really into is wholesale business.
How come you've never arrested him?
It's complicated.
He has contacts everywhere. A lot of influence.
He killed the competition.
Since he's had a monopoly, crime has gone down in the projects.
You made a deal with him. Is that right?
We're in Marseille.
-That's how it works. -What about the crack?
That, I can't explain.
Come with me. I'll show you.
-Tell us if any jobbers show up. -Okay. Go on.
Let's make it quick. We get the info we need and get out.
Watch out!
What do you want, asshole?
Are you Biggie?
-Who are you? -Come here. I need to talk to you.
-If you want to talk, get out. -Don't start, Biggie.
-I'll get out and fucking kick your ass. -Fuck you.
You're messing with me. Get out or fuck your mother.
-Whose mother? -Fuck your mother.
-Whose mother are you talking about? -Fuck your mother.
Why did you open your big mouth? Back off, assholes!
Don't you touch me.
Listen to me carefully.
I heard you had information on The Indian. Tell me!
Back off!
-Bar L'Escale. -There, you son of a bitch.
Get lost now.
-Okay, Arno? -Fuck off! Don't touch me!
Back off.
I'll show you what a cop can do!
-Back off! -It's okay.
Back off!
It's all good. Let's go, Tatoo.
-Come on, it's nothing. -Back off.
Shut up.
-Back off. -Damn it. Hey! Easy now.
Everything's all right. It's nothing.
Come on, drop your gun.
In Paris, there's Crack Hill. Here we have this fucking mountain.
They're all crackheads. But they don't work for Ali.
Since they're right next to the projects…
it's messing with his business.
Damn it, fuck off.
-Hey! -Fuck.
Alice!
Hey!
Let go of her.
I said let go of her.
Back off.
-Back off. -What's going on?
You bitch! What are you doing here?
-Drop that! -Hey! I'm talking to you!
Lower your piece!
I'll fuck you up hard! Lower your piece!
-Drop your weapon. -Lower your gun!
Who will you fuck up?
Drop it.
Get lost. Fuck off!
-What are you doing? On a cop? -Back off!
-Get lost! -What did I do?
What were you doing? Turn around.
-Let him go! -Get lost!
What did I do?
-What's this? -My dick.
-Where did you find it? -In your pussy!
-My pussy? -Your mother's.
My mother?
Get back!
-Fuck off! Beat it! -Son of a bitch!
You happy now? Fuck!
Shut up.
What should we do? Go inside?
Sure, let's have a grenadine and play cards with them. It'll be fun.
You serious? There's nothing but deadbeats in there.
If we go in, they'll run like rabbits.
Let's wait for him to show up, and then we'll pick him up.
You sure Biggie didn't give us a false tip?
I don't know.
-Have you heard from Lyès? -No. I have no idea what he's up to.
Fuck.
Come on, go!
Come on.
-Are you all right? -Yeah.
Yo. What's up, guys? Taking it easy?
Taking it easy, guys? What's up? Let's do it, wallah.
Hey, Jul! You look like you're in a hurry this morning.
I'm running errands for my mom.
-Your mother can wait. Get in. -Please. My TMAX--
Get in.
Fuck.
What the fuck happened?
They started firing right away. It's a miracle we're alive.
These guys are totally nuts. They're not like the others. This is war.
Have you seen a doctor?
Yeah, we're fine. Just scratches.
They took off in a gray van with Belgian license plates.
I put out an emergency APB on them.
Could you see who it was?
Two up front, one wearing a balaclava in back. It went too fast.
-What's your plan? -We had a real shitty day.
So we're gonna have a drink and unwind a little.
Then we'll see.
Let's go.
You can join us if you want.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Where are we going, Ali?
Calm down. Take it easy, Jul.
I can tell you're scared. Do you have reason to be scared?
No.
How long have you worked for me?
It's been a year.
One year already.
-Is everything going okay? -Yeah, it's fine.
Then why are you shaking?
Anything you feel guilty about?
No, but people are saying…
What are they saying?
That you took Gonzo, and he's dead.
Was he a friend of yours?
Sort of.
Gonzo died because he did something wrong.
Did you do something wrong, Jul?
-No. -Then you have nothing to worry about.
-I want to understand what's going on. -I swear, I don't know, Ali.
"I swear." You all keep saying that.
Tell me, how did all this crack end up in our hood?
I swear, I don't know, Ali.
Are you sure?
I'm absolutely sure.
Show me what's in there.
-It's just my stuff-- -Hurry up!
What's this, you asshole?
Huh?
You didn't know about that? You trying to fuck me over? What is this?
I can explain. It's for my mother.
Shut the fuck up! Fuck your fucking mother!
Come here. You wanna fuck with me?
Huh? You wanna fuck with Ali? Come on, talk!
Talk now!
Motherfucker!
Son of a bitch!
I talked to Ballistics.
It's likely one of the shooters is The Indian.
The cartridges from L'Escale match the ones found at the factory.
Who are these guys to try to kill two cops in broad daylight?
Good question.
Any progress in your search?
I searched the database for The Indian. Nothing.
And the weapons found in the trunk with the dope…
Two were used two years ago in a robbery in Grenoble.
But nothing we can use.
I contacted our colleagues who were in charge of the case in Lyon.
It's been classified as a cold case.
These fuckers can't be coming out of nowhere.
We'll identify them. Marseille isn't that big.
If we go on the attack, someone will talk.
Right.
Who told you about Bar L'Escale?
Some guy named Biggie. Why?
He set you up.
-The attackers were waiting for you. -Yeah.
If they really wanted to kill you,
they would have, right?
I think it was a warning.
Have you seen the car?
So much for a warning.
What's the plan for tomorrow?
You two go see Biggie. Rough him up and see if he gave us up.
-Okay. -Okay?
About the crack, I may have found a way to make Peretto talk.
-Peretto's locked up. He'll never talk. -Precisely.
A lawyer friend of mine gave me access to this case.
A first-degree murder he's involved in. He doesn't know it yet.
Wait, how did you get this?
Same as usual.
I got laid.
Where's the original?
At Jaborska's office.
I thought you'd like that.
Give me the keys to the Audi.
Arno? Get one of the stolen vehicles.
Meet me tomorrow. We'll take care of this bastard.
I'll drop you at your hotel. It's on my way.
I see. If I'm getting in your way, you should say something.
-Thank you. -Wait.
It's been a bit hectic since you got here. Sorry for the poor welcome.
It's okay.
I was warned.
That I was a jerk?
A jerk, sexist, misogynistic, and rude, but handsome.
They were right.
Who's "they"?
I almost forgot, a good cop too.
You think so?
It's a bit too early to tell, isn't it?
Yeah. Just a piece of advice, then.
I don't know what you and that bastard Miranda talked about…
but I want you to know if you try to take me and my team down,
I'll show no mercy.
Message received.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
Daddy!
I won!
Move it.
What can I get you?
-We want to talk to your boss. He here? -In his office.
Go get him.
-Who's asking? -Trouble if you don't hurry the fuck up.
Asshole.
Get moving.
Serge? There's someone here for you.
Is there a problem?
-Are you Da Costa? -Why?
-Are you him or not? -What do you want with him?
Ever heard of Foudil Saïdi?
-We have unfinished business with him. -So what?
We know he likes to come and sniff pussy here.
Call him and tell him you have a new girl. Set up a meeting.
We'll tell you where.
Is that it?
Then what? You mess him up?
Just set up the meeting. We'll take care of the rest.
Who are you to tell me what to do?
You show up, threatening me in my place.
I've never seen your face. I don't know you.
You're asking me to mess with the Saïdis. Are you crazy? Do you know who they are?
The last guy who fucked with them was tortured with a drill for days.
-They buried him alive. -Quit whining, Da Costa.
I've never had any issue.
Don't get me involved in your shit.
You better chill out now. Chill.
No one will know you set up the meeting.
And no one will know you came here to bust my balls. Now get lost.
You're being rude, Da Costa. Very rude.
That's your daughter's number.
She's with colleagues of ours, waiting for your call.
Think about it.
You fucking assholes.
I'm going to kill them.
Let go of him.
He died because of you!
Farrah, my sister,
not in front of everyone.
Why not?
They all know you. They all know who you are and what you do.
They're all scared of you, but I'm not scared of you, Ali.
I'm your big sister.
Did you hear what I said? You hear?
You had no right to do this to me. You had no right to take him away from me.
You know what?
You reek of death.
If you can't protect your own blood, Ali, who will protect you?
Everything, Ali. I would have given you everything.
Not my son.
You didn't protect him!
How could you do this to me, Ali?
Ali!
Not this!
No, not this.
Not this. No.
My son.
Stay with her.
My son, may your soul rest in peace.
I don't want you to hang out with him. It's over, Foudil. Promise me.
Salam alaykum.
May his soul rest in peace. May God help you.
Here.
No.
Is it money you don't want or just my money?
It's for God's sake.
Ali…
I see a lot of hatred in your eyes.
Hatred leads to misery.
God doesn't like dishonest people.
People fear you.
The strongest don't fear you, but the weak ones…
They are under God's protection.
Pull yourself together.
May God protect you.
I'll pray for you.
Inshallah.
My deepest condolences.
Leave me alone.
Mathieu Jaborska, that little bitch.
I wonder what he looks like now.
A shitty little lawyer.
How's Lucie doing with her treatment?
You know her. She doesn't complain.
Her hair is the issue.
She refuses to wear a wig.
She won't go out anymore.
It's complicated.
What do the kids say?
We don't talk about it.
Here's our main man.
-It's Sonia, right? -Yes.
I buried my brother this morning. Give it your all.
Get undressed.
Don't take out your cock. You won't be getting off today.
We have a change of plans for you.
Here.
Get lost.
This is your last chance, Foudil.
Were you there when my son got shot?
Fuck you.
You wanna die? You wanna die right now?
Answer my fucking question!
My uncle will find you and fuck up your whole family.
Answer me! You didn't answer my question!
Were you there?
Of course. I'm always there. What difference does it make?
It doesn't make any difference, Foudil.
What do we do now?
We'll wait until it's really dark.
We'll be lucky if we get out of this alive.
No pain, no gain, man.
-I swear we can do it. -Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
BLOOD COAST
Subtitle translation by: Michael Evans