Braquo (2009) s01e01 Episode Script

Who screwed her first, you or your pal? I asked you a question.
I don't know.
You don't know? You both fuck her and don't know who was first? I didn't fuck anyone.
You just watched is that it? You just watched.
You didn't do anything.
Eh? Your pal rips off her clothes fucks her, strangles her, and you, you did nothing.
Say what you like, we've got a witness saw you take her who's identified you as one of the two attackers.
Think that's funny? You rape a pregnant woman and you laugh? Her big belly, did not stop you, sonofabitch? I did nothing, I don't know what you're on about.
I'd have liked to see a glimmer of regret in your eyes, but all I see is shit.
Another thing: we took swabs from her and we got traces of your semen.
The DNA tests are positive.
The lab messed up is that it? Well.
.
It's like this At worst, you get life.
At best, it's 30 years.
from scum just like you.
You might find that a long time, darling.
So you give me your pal's name, and I'll fix it so your ass stays dick free.
Fuck you.
You like that, you piece of shit? How do you like that? Made you come, did it? You happy now? Eh? Did she scream like that? "Max" Come on, let's go.
Hit me harder, dammit.
- Come on, don't stop, don't stop! Who the fuck are you? Go on, do it.
Do your job, bitch Don't stop! Look at the camera! OK, enough! Get lost! Freeze, right? This'll cost you dear.
Shut up! You know an old pal of ours.
who'll soon be back in Paris.
We want you to find out, where he'll be.
- Do not move.
- If you don't play ball, we release the photos.
The Ministry and your family might not like seeing you lick her ass.
Who is this friend? Serge Lemoine.
Don't ask that.
It's too risky.
I'll ask what I want, asshole.
That's just the way it is.
- Should've stayed with Mummy instead of being naughty.
How do I know you won't use the photos? We'll play ball if you do.
Here's the cell you can reach us on.
Don't forget: We know you and where you live.
Eh? Hey, Rox.
What's up with you? You're up early Max flipped out.
The heavies are with him now.
He let rip on a rape suspect.
The guy's in intensive care.
He'll probably lose an eye.
- Where you going? Drop it, Eddy.
It's their job.
Are the handcuffs really necessary? For any person in custody, yes.
Forget the rule book.
you know he's a cop Caplan! Leave it.
My office.
Tell Helena for me.
I'll take care of it.
-Thanks.
What are you doing, Eddy? Trying to go down with him? Your pal slipped up, in a big way, despite all the warnings he's had recently.
I covered him till now but now they're after him, We can't stop them.
Neither of us.
What's the charge? "Inappropriate behaviour for a police officer.
" You know? If you want more details, read the shift boss' report.
He was there when it happened.
"Physical violence, sexual abuse and attempted sodomy with a steel ruler.
" Even if it's crap, it's enough to fire your pal.
Internal affairs have been after him for months.
Not reading? The shift boss is settling scores.
That loser roughs up suspects, and boozes all night long.
They couldn't stand each other.
Yeah? If you think it's bullshit, swing by the ER.
Check out Benaissa Screw that piece of shit.
It's once too often.
Top brass are twitchy.
If I jump in, the administration will make me pay.
You can't just abandon him.
You think it's so easy.
I'm being promoted to Regional Director.
I heard last night.
I leave at the end of the week.
It's about to go off.
In the projects, they're waiting for a sign.
We don't set an example, it's war.
If my ass was square, I'd shit bricks.
I did what I had to do.
I don't regret anything.
So read me my rights, send me back down and go fuck yourself, your bitch, too.
The bitch has just read your file.
There's drunk driving, damage to police property, and a disciplinary charge for arbitrary arrest, assault and battery.
And your superiors describe you as uncontrollable, prone to violence.
You know your problem, Rossi? You can't hold back, using your career and decorations to try and justify your unacceptable behaviour.
You're just a dumb, racist cop with big balls.
If you add the pathetic deals, you make a little on, the half-assed scams we dug up when we checked you out, you're out on your ass via a spell inside.
There's no scams, just correct procedures.
But you have to be on the beat.
You wouldn't get it.
I've been on the beat.
I worked with your type.
That's why I'm here.
Locking up coworkers makes you.
.
screw your wife better? No.
I screw your wife better.
When will he be out? And after? He'll go to jail? The union's on it.
They'll help to avoid the worst.
The worst's already happened, anyway.
It's too late.
Helene, did Max hide stuff here? Somewhere for dodgy stuff, money, gear, guns? Why? What else did he do? Dunno.
They're rumours.
They'll be round with a warrant.
Tell me what you know, I don't know anything.
Look if you want.
Is that why you came? Your head's on the block, too? What? You've not been cops for a long time now, Eddy.
You know it.
Hiding behind your badge trying to make sense of it all.
but your worthless.
It was driving Max out of his mind.
Yeah? Your sure? OK.
If you try to screw with us, you know what'll happen.
We decide when you get the pictures.
To your office.
Marked private.
It's me.
Our pal called the lawyer.
Arriving in Paris tonight.
Hotel Nikko.
Get Vachewski back, meet me there in an hour.
Yeah? -Where are you? I'm busy.
What is it? An arrest at the Hotel Niko.
You got 10 seconds to finish up.
Off already? I'm getting croissants.
I'll be right back.
Retiring in 2 years, dumb, huh? I know you hate it, but I got this on the way.
Thanks.
Got a cigarette? Bastards won't let me smoke.
Here.
Keep the pack.
- Thanks.
They treated me like scum.
You work a lifetime and end up here.
We've been screwed, Eddy.
You should get out before they get you.
Have they got you? No.
They've got nothing.
Just what that other bastard said.
Did you tell Helen? Yeah.
I saw her.
She's being looked after.
She hasn't had it easy with me.
We'll get you out of here, Max.
Union's playing tough.
Victims' association are with us and Grossman's defending you.
How're you going to pay him? We'll manage.
We'll put it on expenses.
It's not your responsibility.
The violence, fair enough, I don't regret it.
It's the other accusations I can't take.
Even if I get off, there'll always be doubt.
The best lawyer can't stop that.
Go away, Eddy.
I've gotta get some sleep.
Everyone knows it's crap.
No.
You know.
The others don't.
Thanks for the sandwiches.
Been here 20 minutes, Room 287.
What time do we hit him? When he's asleep.
It's safer with madmen like him.
How's Max? Like normal.
You know him, he puts on a brave face.
You talk to him? Five minutes.
He didn't want me to see him like that.
Fuck, what a mess! Do you think they'll stick it to him? What do you think? How do you explain his underwear round his ankles? I lost it.
I had him naked to humiliate him.
And sticking a ruler up his ass? I never did that.
It was a threat.
To scare him The doctor who examined him said he had wounds in the hip area and superficial anal lesions.
You tried but couldn't.
So I fucked him the ass.
How's that? Write down what you like.
I admit the abuse but not that.
So explain.
Can you see me doing that? I don't see.
I observe.
Well observe then! Benaissa's the type to sell his ass for a hit.
That's what I'd check out if I were you.
It's up to you.
Either accept what that fucker says, or look out for a police officer.
who did what any other cop would do.
I just want the truth.
The truth's in a drawer at the morgue in Nanterre.
holding a mother and her baby.
Dad stands crying in front.
He's been there for 3 days.
I want to go home, kiss my family.
They'll be worried.
You know that's impossible.
I'm a cop, I won't run.
I'll be back tomorrow if you say so.
You don't realize how serious this is.
Tomorrow you're in court, for assault and battery.
Fuck this shit! Stop dicking me around! You crossed a line.
I won't do time.
What are you doing? Sit down! Sit down! Drop it! Drop your weapon! Hurry up! Calm down and put the gun down! Put your weapon down! Put your weapon down! Hey, Vogel Police! Nobody move! Don't move! Police! Get out! Give me your fucking hand! Give it to me! Your hand and the other one Gimme your arm.
Look away! Shut up! And the time? Shut up about the time! Here.
Who's the girl? Answer me! Who's the girl? A whore.
Nobody.
Come on, get out.
What about my money? Get out, I said.
- Fuck! Hey, Eddie Get a load of this.
What's all the dough? Fuck you.
And this? What's this for? It's not mine.
I found it in the room.
I was gonna tell reception.
Well, well! And the cash? It's mine.
Where did it come from? Yes? Max is dead.
Can I get a cigarette? No smoking here.
Stop acting the big shot cop.
I knew you when you were in short pants.
Well, can you see? I grew up.
Who was with you in Suresnes? They're were two of them: Myass and mydick.
I wasn't involved in it.
But your name crops up.
Guns, hostages.
It'll cost you, Lemoine.
At your age, a 20-stretch'll be tough.
All on your own in your cell, thinking about who turned you in.
Why cover for them? You got no proof, and you know it.
The only thing you got on me is the weapon.
I don't need proof.
A witness says you killed the cash truck guard.
Enough to send you down, asshole.
Stop playing with that.
It's set to 30 grams of pressure.
You'll shoot me in the face.
Where's Caplan? At the morgue with Max.
Mr Lornach, this man's lawyer.
A colleague of his was at the Hotel Nikko, last night and noted the time at which you decided, to burst into Room 287, of course against all regulations set out in the Penal Code.
He's agreed not to pursue it.
if his client is freed immediately.
You've got 5 minutes to sign him out, return his possessions.
and apologize to him.
Is this a joke? Yeah.
It's comedy hour.
Didn't they tell you, Vachewski? Is there a problem? The gun found in your possession remains in our care.
Remember your fingerprints are on it.
I won't forget it.
I never forget.
What's that asshole doing here? Where're you going? You fucked the timing.
Lucky we're not pursuing this.
- You shut up! - Eddy! Go ahead, do it! Go on.
Eddy, come on.
It's not over, Lemoine.
- Whenever you like.
- Yeah, whenever I like.
Do I know you? I don't think so.
Caplan, Bordier is looking for you.
The DA and the Governor are here.
So what? I don't care.
That's your problem.
No.
I gotta go.
- Did you see Max? - Yeah.
What was he like? And Helen? She's gonna need us.
We'll take turns.
What's going on with Lornach? The couple at the hotel - he was a lawyer.
Anything else? Theo will explain.
I'm listening.
He decided to dip into Lemoine's cash.
Lemoine noticed but said nothing.
But now he'll be on our backs.
How much did you take? Here.
It's all there.
I counted it, there's 25,000 euros.
How much in total? Twice that.
I logged it.
How were you gonna get away with it? I rewrote the log.
changed the seal form He signed.
No problem.
But there could have been.
I want nothing of it.
You go down on your own.
I didn't rob some old lady! It's just some asshole's money For more shit to snort? That's enough! and the rest in the safe.
Imagine a police officer, a father, getting his dick sucked, from a piece of shit who raped and killed a pregnant woman? It's crazy! You've got no proof, no witnesses, Just the word of a scumbag criminal who played down his crime by causing a huge scandal.
You're not falling into the trap, are you? And Rossi's wife? His family, his children, did you think about them? You cannot support that.
It questions the stability of the service, the honour of the profession.
Unfortunately, the information's leaked.
The media's on to it.
They'll let rip.
You know the consequences will be damming.
The men won't forget.
We'll handle the squad.
Public opinion's the problem.
Oh yeah.
Nathalie Monier.
That's what they did.
Well? What are you going to do? Benaissa'll get what he deserves.
We'll hush up Rossi.
Which means? That for now, we admit it.
and he's buried without ceremony or honor.
You can tell his friends.
They already know.
Catherine Catherine! I was waiting for you.
Come on.
Let's go to bed.
You smoke too much.
Yeah, I smoke too much, drink too much, I eat too much, I love you too much.
I like it, when you love me too much.
Max is dead.
He killed himself.
How will I manage with 3 kids, no pay and no insurance? I can barely pay for the funeral.
We had debts everywhere.
Here.
This'll keep them at bay, and feed the kids for a month.
We'll sort out everything else.
I can't accept it, Eddy.
You got no choice.
To the man, Christ, Jesus, dead, risen and glorified, are associated those who believed.
We know that soon, He will transform them.
To us, the redeemed, death will become glory.
For everyone, dead or alive, at the glorious coming, our vile bodies will be transformed like unto the glorious body of He who was resolved into the dust of death to be made Lord and Christ to the glory of God, our Father.
Amen.
Family and friends can now stay here, and can gather by the body.
and I invite everyone else to wait for us outside the church.
Goodbye, Daddy in the box.
What are you doing here? - You bastard! - Stop! Theo! - You fucking prick! Have you no shame? - Fuck, Theo Sonofabitch! This is on your head! Piece of shit! Stop it! It's just the start, Vogel.
Given recent events, that have rocked the force, and stirred up certain reactions, DA Vanderbeke thought this meeting would help dispel certain rumors and clear things up concerning Commander Rossi's death.
Moreover, I'll take this opportunity to tell you I'm transferring.
in a week's time.
Commissioner Bernardi, from Police Headquarters, will be replacing me.
When's the welcome drink? There will be no welcome or goodbye drink.
As an homage to our former coworker.
He already had one in the newspapers.
If we could have stopped it, we would have done, Mr.
Caplan.
So he's buried like a dog, no pension and his family's shamed.
cos he was a so-called sexual deviant.
There is an inquiry, and if it concludes that Farid Benaissa lied, Commander Rossi will be reinstated, and his memory, cleared as necessary.
When? Internal Affairs has a whole department working on this case.
The only thing that could speed it up.
is questioning Benaissa and Rossi together.
Sadly, your friend withdrew himself.
in the tragic circumstances we know.
What do you mean? That he was guilty? Don't put words into my mouth, Miss Delgado.
Max was the best cop here.
He'd never do those things.
He killed himself to escape the shame Not guilt.
Think about it next time you make a sacrifice.
-We're not done here.
- We are.
Come on! We buried a friend today.
Whisky? A little one, yes.
Walter? What'll we do? Such as.
Their dumb inquiry'll do nothing.
Benaissa'll stand by his story.
Max will rot in his coffin, and in one month, nobody will care.
His family's last memory will be those fucking articles.
Only one thing - get Benaissa out.
and force him to tell the truth Then what? take him back to ER, put his IV back in and go back to work? Pretty much.
The surveillance shift is on until, 6 am tomorrow.
We take him at midnight, we'll be back before the handover.
He'll be afraid of reprisals, and the cops won't want any trouble.
The cops, OK, but him? He might step it up.
We'll have to be persuasive.
Gotta play hard ball.
We've got no choice.
If anyone's got a problem, I understand.
You! Don't move! Get up! The door! The door! Oh fuck! Get back! Who the fuck are you? - Your arm.
Look down! Look down, sonofabitch We'll be back in 2 hours.
Don't do anything stupid.
We got your names, understand.
- Who the fuck are you? Fuck, let me go! Let me go! Go on! - Let me go, damn! Go on! Get in I said!